This is FICTION mostly. It did happen up until the cop was looking in my van. Then the rest is totally bullshitting fiction. The part of the story marked with (+) is where the fiction begins. Consider throwing Nifty $20. This service is not free for them. By the way -- do not fuck around with the law, entrapment is real and alive in many areas and your life can be ruined. TERRY
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We head down the street and Trooper said to pull into A&W, which was evidently his favorite place to eat at. We pulled into a stall and he said, "Darling I'm hungry-I think I have a Papa burger and cheese tater tots and a large mug root beer and for dessert a medium hot fudge Sunday." I said that all I wanted was a teen burger and tater tots with a large mug of root beer. I still had money from last night so he passed over a 10 spot and told me that if I need more, he had plenty. Trooper and I chit chatted. The food arrived shortly and the car hop went back to get extra ketchup for Trooper. We chewed our food parked there and I could have sworn that the man did not eat anything in the last two days. He munched down tater tots and his Papa burger in no time and I was still working on my teen burger and tater tots. He chucked his mug of root beer and the downed it. We hit the button again to signal that it was time for them to make his hot fudge sundae. Trooper turned to me and said, "putting up the dog run will go really fast. We'll have to purchase the post and the fencing, that I already had the places in the backyard spotted with paint, and with your weight and my weight it will go really easy." I looked at him and said, "I do not follow you." He replied, "Darling, there will be a flange on the post about 21 inches high. We will center it on the painted line and will put both of our combined weight on the flange. That will put about 350 pounds of pressure on the T of the post at ground level, with the recent rains the post will easily sink into the ground. And at that depth, once the post is removed, we can dig out the remainder for the cement." We exited A&W and we drove downtown to the only hardware store in town. Trooper walked in like he owned the place, shook hands with the proprietors and asked if the order was ready. The proprietor said yes and directed us to pull the then around to the back of the store. Trooper bought a tarp to protect my brand-new floor of the Van. We loaded the fence post and the chain link fencing with the material ties on top of the tarp. And drove back to his property. He was all smiles, he turned to me and said, "I don't mean for you to work for the sex that we had-if you want a little bit of work it would sure help me! Besides the food and company, we share, and I am really glad that you're helping me with this. We back into his driveway which was kind of strange because there was only the window side door and the single backside door to the of so he directed me. I asked and out of the Van and he said,
"Let's get to cracking." He was much more physically strong and I was, lifting up the bundle of steel stakes with a grunt and carrying them to the back of the house. On the last trip he carried the role of chain-link fencing, and I carried the fasteners and hardware.
I was instructed on how to mount the post in the ground. We put the post on the spot, for one of our feet on the flange and jumped by holding on. It sank into the ground almost immediately. I thought it was amazingly simple until we ran into problems with the corner post. About halfway down we heard this "clank", and he looked at me and said, "oh no". With a small shovel from the garage, we excavated the area and found a rather large piece of granite below the surface. That was removed and the fence post was installed, however, with the removal of the dirt and rock, there was less earth to hold into place. So, he retreated into the garage and came back with a sack of cement. Using the garden hose, we mixed it with water in the back of his wheel barrel. We dug out the other posts and mixed the cement for each one.
About this time, we were really working up a sweat, and we had to let the cement form up. So, we went inside, stripped off your clothes and took a shower together.
Once again, I felt his warm skin against mine. He was having more than just the effect of me. I feared that I was going to fall endlessly in love with this man that so warm and so kind. We scrubbed each other's bodies again and he handed me a towel. "Darling, I took my pleasure out on you this morning. Now it is your turn to take your pleasure out on me. You can do anything you want to me as long as it does not leave a permanent mark. And I reserve the right to call yellow and red lights at will, but I don't think I have to. I had had my eyes on his derrière; so dimpled, so firm and rippled when he moved and oh, so, so very tight. So, I told him to bend over on the bed with his knees on the settee. We put towels on the mattress underneath of him as a protection against stains.
I positioned him on the settee leaning over the bed, with the bed supporting his elbows leaving his perfect dimples ass in plain view. As I move forward, I smelled the wealth of manliness coming from his privates. His pheromones were busy secreting the masculine aroma that unbeknownst to me was driving me wild.
As I moved toward my target my hand took each muscle dimpled cheek and spread them so I could gain access to his pink puckered starfish. I took my tongue and pointed it directly above his anus and gave it when good lick down and one good lick up. He moaned. I zeroed in on my target and I shaped my tongue like a spear and tried to penetrate his orifice. It's amazing how much you can gain access to especially when the one that you are with relaxes and let you inside. Inside his tasty treasure trove, I lapped at some anal juices that were starting to flow. A new feat for me, and I was not sure if I liked it or not. But his moans gave me all the information to conclude that I liked to make him feel good - and he was definitely feeling good. Concentrating back of my target I maneuvered myself to reposition his ass. Then looking up I saw what I needed on the chest of drawers' the small olive oil container and the poppers. I left my target, obtained the poppers and the olive oil. Return to the bed I tossed him the poppers and I concentrate on the lube. Using my index and second fingers of my right hand I dribbled olive oil into his waiting sphincter. And then carefully I coated my penis with a generous amount of olive oil. I align my head of my penis with his anal treasure trove and using a page from his book deliciously and deliberately slowly pushed my way into his body. That was the first time I was inside a man's ass. The feeling was so different from being inside a woman. It was hotter for one thing - and tighter. His sphincter gripped my manhood with such strength, unlike anything that most women could do. I paused for a moment inside of him. I asked him how he was doing before I started laying pipe into him. I remember how he slammed into me repeatedly. Paybacks are a bitch! And I was going to take this out in spades. I retreated my penis until just the head was breaching the anal orifice and slammed it back into him with all my strength. He moaned and grunted. I retreated one more time. And slammed into him again with greater force. I said, "payback suck baby - don't they?" To which he replied, "Hell no! I'm enjoying this!" So, I let him have me full force no holding back, no taking a break, no pauses and no prizes for second place. I was going to breed this bitch if it is the last thing that I did. I told him to take a hit of his poppers, which he did and I felt his anal muscle relax a bit. Then I took my tole. I fucked him hard, continual, asking how he was once, and he replied "Green light and straight away ahead." So, I plowed the field. I was fucking him so hard that I actually moved the mattress off the box springs some. Slam... Slam... Slam... Slam. I heard him grunting. I knew that I was not as expert as he was at penis manipulation inside another person's body. But I was going to take my tole. I continued laboring in his hole for a good 20 minutes. Thank goodness, I had shot my wad yesterday because that gave me the staying power that I needed to complete the 20 minutes of hard fucking. Towards the last few strokes, I found his anal sphincter grab my penis repeatedly as he moaned, "Holy shit guy! Oh damn, oh damn it, I can't...hold...out!" I knew that he just came, suddenly, hands-free and intensively hard. That's all I needed. I feel his shudder through his anal wall grabbing my manhood and then down his muscled backside sweat beads formed and rippled back and forth as I hammered away. I lean forward. I felt that all-knowing telltale sign of impending orgasm that is a precursor to a massive orgasmic release. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my ear pounding in my head and my lungs overfilled with air as I hyperventilated on purpose. I leaned over his backside and pumped him full of my man juice. Panting, I took a few seconds to gather my senses and realize that I had just shot one of the most intensive orgasms of my entire life up his muscled, suntanned, dimpled, taut derriere.
I waited inside of him, my penis was wilting, his ass was burping sperm. I asked, "Darling, are you all right?" All that I heard was an unn-hnn. I could not tell if that was a yes or a no. I asked again; "Darling, are you, all right?" He replied, "I have not cum hands-free like that in years! Can you do that again, please? I laughed and replied, "I will need a rest and then we can have another go at it." He rolled over and motioned me to recline on his body. We held each other as the sweat cooled us off. He replied that we, "needed to check the cement in the yard." Trooper and I walked hand and hand into the en suite bathroom and took another loving shower.
We dressed in just cutoffs and my shoes and his boots. The cement had hardened enough to proceed. We positioned the gray steel polls and needed and with his right foot and my right shoe in the flange we hoisted our weight on the flange thereby causing the poll to sink up to the top of the flange. We even made a game of it. When we would put our weight on the flange and stand so close together, we would hold the steel pole and each other and kiss as we drove the pole into the ground. I really enjoyed it, even too much so as I was rapidly falling for this officer of the law. This kind man that asked me for another relentless ass fucking.
The next step was running the stringers at the top and bottom of the enclosure. We used gloves, as I found out the new wire has burrs in it. The stringers were taut, and we wrestled the roll of chain link fencing to the area. We attached it to the corner post and then to the next post pulling with our weight to make sure the chain link would hold up over the years. Once it was in place, we applied the wire clips with the chain link over the second and third fence post. Then moving down the line we attacked the fourth and fifth fence post. Again, wrestling the fence into place and using our body weight to maintain the tightness of the chain link. With just four more poles to go, I was growing weary and the light was beginning to fade. Trooper noticed my tiredness and told me, "Darling, let's get this completed and I promise I will take you to a really nice dinner because you deserved it." I picked up the pace a bit more and before sundown, the last of the fencing was in place. All that we needed was the gate and the gate hardware.
We put the rest of the hardware into the garage. "Darling," he said, "I promised you the dinner, and you deserved it. We're not going to eat at the A&W. There is a small restaurant that is romantic and out-of-the-way in a tiny little town about 15 miles away. I am going to put some gasoline into your Van and I promise you that you will enjoy the dinner. Did you bring any other clothes with you darling?" I replied that I did not. "Don't worry darling, I think I've got something for you in the closet." We walked into the house and stripped in the anteroom. Tossing our work wear, which was the only thing that I had on into the washer, moving the bed linen into the dryer. He took me by my hand and led me to the bedroom en-suite bathroom. In the shower, he adjusted the temperature so that it was just right and he pulled me by my right hand into the shower. We lathered up of each other's bodies. He could tell that I was tired. I was not used to physical labor. Because in my job with the Commerce Department I had very little occasion for hard labor. He had me lean down a little bit and see scrubbed my scalp and washing behind my ears. As his hands traveled down my torso, he washed my nipples and my torso. Reaching around to my posterior, while he held my body in place, while he soaked up my surprisingly tender anus. "Not now darling," he said, "you look like you to fall asleep on the way to the restaurant." He was right. He completed working his entire body paying particular attention to his genitalia and his anus. Also, of particular interest in cleaning his ever so masculine feet.
As we exited the shower he moved over to the large side-by-side linen closet. Trooper and took out a pair of blue jeans that were just a bit too big for me. But it would work for tonight. He also extracted a light purple shirt that fit me okay. "We learned much about each other today," he said as he finished dressing in black jeans with the starched white shirt. We checked each other out and we seem to be ready to leave.
I handed in the keys because I was tired. He drove the Van to the closest gas station, which was a Conoco gas station. Trooper exited the vehicle and pumped seven dollars a gasoline into the fuel tank. He paid the attendant and we were off. I recline my Capt.'s chair. And I was out like a light.
The next thing that I knew we had ended up in a small town, Trooper had parked the van in front of a really nice building with green shutters on the windows, painted in a very light taupe color. He was shaking my shoulder saying, "Darling... Darling wake up please." I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the sign that said Duncan's. We exited the Van and walked hand in hand out to the restaurant. I opened the door and we walked into the small waiting area for the maître d'. The place was absolutely immaculately dressed. There was the smell of bread baking in the air. There were no other diners in the restaurant. Which I thought was terribly odd. However, I found out that it was later in the evening then I thought, and the rush came and left at 8 o'clock. It was well past nine. The maître d' came in introducing himself as Howard. Howard escorted us to a corner booth. He effortlessly attended to our drink orders and gave us the menu for the day. Trooper told me that he was going to have a stake. I love cuts of red meat. However, when treated for kidney stones and I had to swear off red meat except once a week, and I was pushing it with the teen burgers that I had earlier. Trooper ordered the T-bone, with loaded baked potatoes-smashed with bacon, chives, and sour cream and a Caesar salad. I ordered the chicken breast with baked potatoes that were smashed and loaded with chives and sour cream, (which I did not need) and a pear salad with grated cheese and mayonnaise. The maître d' cued us into the room and told us that he would be leaving us in charge and the owner.
About two minutes later the owner came out, stop dead in his tracks, and cried out, "Bradford!" As he walked to our table. Trooper rose and the two of them embraced. The owner, Mr. Duncan, told me that he had known trooper for close to 12 years. The two of them had he came acquainted in junior high and were in all kind sports together. Mr. Duncan turned to Trooper, and very gingerly asked," Brad, ... From the way that you were looking at the young man next to you, it's probably your boyfriend." Trooper replied, "how very astute, I could never pass anything past you, and from our college days you know how much I adore a young man's ass!" I felt like I could sink into the chair and disappear. This is 1977 - gay rights had not come to Kansas. Mr. Duncan noticed my discomfort and said, "I don't worry about things, as long as my guest are happy and leave the restaurant with the stomachs full, I don't care. I want to see Bradford happy. I know that in his marriage he is not happy. He has come to my restaurant more than once by himself just to have a peaceful dinner and a nice T-bone steak, we shared many very intimate conversations. I'm not gay. But I understand the importance of being yourself. Trooper's arranged marriage is a matter of convenience for the family of the bride." That left more question rather than answers, I thought. Mr. Duncan continued, "That's why I have this restaurant. I enjoy making other people feel at home, in my home." I felt better, I felt relieved, he moved over behind us and put his hand on both of our shoulders and told us to enjoy the meal that was being cooked especially for us. As he left us, Trooper leaned over to my ear in started to nibble stating, "Don't worry darling, I would never do anything to hurt you."
About a minute later our salad arrived, followed by the main course and I could tell that the pear in my salad was garden fresh. I had no idea how much that meal costs, because the instant that the check arrived, Trooper inserted a $50 bill into the binder. So, I knew that was more than the meal at A&W. We left the restaurant satisfied, overstuffed, walking hand-in-hand to the Van where I handed him the keys. Trooper made sure that we were both buckled in. Then Trooper drove us to his home.
It was late when we got back to the house. We walked into the laundry and took the bedding out of the dryer and made the bed. We restarted the washer with items we used during the day. We undressed and slipped under the covers naked. I had a full day and a full belly, I was tired, trooper started yawning. I turned over on my right side and pushed my ass up against his pelvis. He scooted his entire body next to mine; he took his left hand to hold my chest and pulled me back against his hairy torso. He took his warm feet and put them on the soles of my feet. Once again it was time for prayers. He prayed for forgiveness for the sins that he had committed today. He prayed for me his friend. He prayed for his wife and family that she would be safe on the road home. And he prayed for his coworkers. We both said," amen". My eyes fluttered, I felt him kiss the back of my neck. Within seconds, I was unconscious, asleep and peaceful inside Troopers reassuring arms.