Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 07:22:01 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 31

Across the Alley XXXI


	The gravel on the ground beside the car, cut into our bare feet, and both
of us stood in pain while the two cops searched the car with their
flashlights.  Somehow they missed Michael's stash, and he started breathing
a little easier.  I nudged him with my elbow, but neither of us spoke while
the search was in progress.
	"How `bout the trunk?"  The first cop shined his light at us.
	"Ain't locked," Michael muttered.  After they had pawed through our pitiful
belongings, they wanted to search us.  I had rolled our money into a tube,
and had put it into my shoes with my socks covering it.  Hopefully they
wouldn't discover it there.
	We leaned against the car as ordered, and the two men pawed our bodies and
felt up between our legs, taking what was obviously more time than was
required to get the job done.  When they were satisfied, we weren't going to
pull a gun and shoot them, one of them stepped to the rear of the car, and I
heard him unzip his pants in the soundless night, and take a long piss into
the dirt.
	The one that stayed with us, glanced at his partner's back, and pawed his
own cock through his uniform.  He either had to piss as well, or was
thinking something else.  When the pissing cop returned to where we were, I
saw ha hadn't put his cock away, and his long shaft poked out of his
trousers stiff and with a glint of moisture in his piss slit.
	"You think these boys know how to treat a policeman Forney?"  He gripped
his stiffness in his fist, and stroked himself a few times.  Forney was
grinning, his redneck teeth stained with chewing tobacco.
	"I jest bet they do."  He pulled his zipper down and hauled out his
stiffening rod.  He was not as well hung as his partner, but he was nothing
to be laughed at either.
	"What do you boys feel like tonight?"  Michael surprised me by offering our
services without complaints.
	"You kids any good a suckin' a feller off?  My ol' lady don't suck worth a
shit.   Fact is, a good shit feels better'n her sucking my dick any day."
	"Shit," Forney muttered.  "Ivy sucks you off?  I can't get Noreen to even
touch my dick with her hand.  Says she ain't got no idee where it's been."
	"Well, she don't suck good, but after I whollop her a gud'n she'll do a
passable job, but she won't suck me `til I cum.  You boys like to eat a
man's cum?"  Michael nodded.  Well, then get down and get to work.  I need
to blow a wad, and I love to see a cock sucker swallow it."
	"Me too," Forney put a hand on my shoulder, and pushed me down.  "Now you
watch them teeth boy.  Don't want ta have ta whollop you one for bitein' my
crank."  I swallowed his shaft, and went to work.  I figured the faster I
got him off, the faster they would leave us be.
	Forney was so hot to trot, he was shooting in my throat and moaning about
it in no time at all.  I wondered if he was that fast a cummer when he
fucked his wife Noreen.  I bet she loved getting porked by Mister Speedy.
	The other cop was a different story, and I could tell, he was getting into
Michael's mouth.  He let Michael do the work for a while, but then tucked
his flashlight into his belt, and grabbed Michael's head.  His hips started
pumping at his face, and he was soon controlling the action of the blow job.
  Michael just relaxed and let it happen.
	The big cop was riding some crest of a fantasy, and suddenly pulled his
glistening cock out of Michael's mouth.  "Drop yer pants boy.  I'm gonna
fuck you in the butt."
	"Whaa?"  Forney's mouth dropped open.  "That's fag stuff Pard."
	"I know it Forney, but I gotta need to feel a tight asshole wrapped around
my dick.  That goddamn Ivy won't even let me stick a finger in her butt.
Say's it's nasty."
	"Well it is nasty."  Forney was obviously a little turned off by the
direction the scene had taken.  Getting blow by a guy was one thing, but
fucking another guy in the ass was too faggy for his blood.  He walked off
into the darkness, and I could hear him muttering under his breath.  The big
cop never thought twice about it and plugged his thick cock into Michael's
hole with one shove.
	Michael groaned with the intrusion, but didn't complain.  The cop started
fucking him hard, hanging onto his hips with both hands.  His utility belt
was clanking and rattling with each thrust of his hips, and it sounded
briefly like a horse race until he muttered something about it being too
tight, and blew his load into my lover's bethel.  When he pulled his still
stiff cock out of Michael, it glistened with scum, and the rank smell of
anal sex filled the night air.
	"Whew," The cop muttered.  "That was special boy."  He pulled out a white
hanky and started trying to clean his dick.
	"Forney, bring me the water jug.  I got shit on my dick."
	"Serves you fuckin' right ya goddamn queer."  He rummaged in their squad
car which was parked a few yards away, and then showed up in the light with
a gallon thermos jug.  He poured a stream of water for his partner to catch
in his hanky, and then tilted the jug up and drank from the spout.  The big
cop cleaned himself off, and tucked his now limp cock into his uniform and
zipped up.
	"I knowed these boys was fags the minute I seen `em layin' like that in the
back seat a their car.  You ought to get yerself a piece a that tail," he
nodded toward me, while he talked to Forney.
	"I ain't gonna do none a that faggot stuff."  Forney took the water jug
back to the patrol car.  He climbed in and slammed the door.  I heard him
crank the engine, and the motor turned over a few times before it caught and
roared to life.
	"You boys be gone by first light. ya hear?"  The big cop, threw his dirty
hanky on the ground, and swaggered over to the squad car.  Forney was
backing up as the big cop slid into the seat and slammed the door.  We stood
there watching their headlights move eerily through the sage brush and
boulders back toward the highway.  Finally, Michael pulled his pants up and
girded his belt.
	"To a stiff cock, any hole is a good place to get off in.  Even a fuckin'
breeder dick will fuck a queer if it needs to shoot."  I put my hand on his
shoulder, and pulled him close  He seemed frail and tired after his ordeal,
and we hugged each other for a long moment.
	"How you doin'?"
	"I need a fix Davy.  I feel a sick coming on."  Without a word, I got out
his stash, and helped him cook a spoon of shit.  He shot himself up, and
then before he went into a total nod, we crawled back into the rear seat,
and I held him while he drifted in his drug dream.  By dawn, the sound of
birds coming into the pool to drink was so loud, neither of us could sleep
anymore, and the activities of the night had made us both hungry.  We washed
up in the pool, and put our stuff in order from the mess the cops had left
it in, and Michael drove us out to the highway.  A few miles on, we saw a
roadside diner, and pulled in to get something to eat.
	The locals, mostly sitting at a long counter, watched us saunter in and
take a booth.  They were the usual cowboys and other ranch hands but one
mechanic in his greasy coveralls.  One or two booths held tourists, and we
fit right in.  The waitress brought us coffee and told us the menu was on
the blackboard at the end of the counter.  We ordered steak and eggs over
easy, and lots of toast and orange juice.  We ate until I thought we'd pop,
and paid with a ten dollar bill which left a three dollar and change tip.
The waitress was sorry she hadn't paid more attention to us than she did,
but we had no complaints.
	By early afternoon, we pulled into Flagstaff, Arizona and filled the tank
and added oil and water.  We ate in a diner at the edge of town and then
drove on down the highway by a little after one.  We pulled off to look at
the famous meteor crater, and marveled at the size of the hole in the ground
and how round and deep it was.  There were several tourists parked in the
lot, and one or two of the men eyed us with what I now knew to be sex
hunger.  I decide to make a few bucks, and went into the men's restroom and
took up a stall.  Sure enough, there was a fine round hole cut through the
wall, right at dick height, and it wasn't long before the door opened, and a
dick came sliding through.  I took a few slides on it with my mouth, and
then pulled off.
	"I need twenty dollars to suck you Mister.  I need money for gas and a
place to stay tonight." I sat back on the stool, and waited.  the dick
pulled back out of the hole, and I heard the guy muttering under his breath.
  After a moment, a twenty, folded lengthwise, slipped through the hole, and
fluttered to the floor.  The dick still oozing and stiff, followed it
through the hole, and I swallowed it again.
	"Hurry up cock sucker.  My wife's waitin' in the car."  I sucked him hard,
and after a few moments, he grunted and unloaded down my throat.  By the
time he was headed out the door, a second cock was sliding through the hole.
  He'd heard the money exchange, and had his twenty waiting.  I had his nuts
churning their spunk out and down my throat in a few minutes, and he zipped
up and left.  I waited for ten minutes, before the outside door opened
again, and bent low to look at the legs and shoes of the guy that had come
into the toilet.  He appeared to be wearing boots, and his pants had a shiny
stripe up the side.  I figured it was the ranger I'd seen explaining the
crater to the tourists.  He fiddled around for a minute at the sinks, and
then strolled over to the stall next to mine.
	He dropped his pants, and sat down on the stool.  I leaned forward a
little, and could see his legs were out in front of him, and his pants and
underwear were down around his boot tops.  I leaned forward a little more,
and could see he was slowly stroking a large bone in his lap.  I got on my
knees and put my mouth next to the hole.
	"I'll suck you off for twenty," I whispered.
	"Shit," he muttered.  "You'll suck me for nuthin' or I'll bust yer ass."  I
put an eye to the hole, and looked up at him.
	"Fuck," I thought to myself.  "It's a fuckin' Highway Patrolman."  I stuck
my tongue through the hole, and waved it around at him.  He stood up, and
fed me his bone, and I did him good until he was thrusting and moaning his
load down my throat.  When he finished, he hiked his pants up and left
without speaking again.  I decided to get back to the car, where Michael was
sleeping.  I saw the cop get back into his squad car, and back out of the
parking spot he'd pulled into.  He saw me standing by the men's toilet when
he drove by, and tipped his Smokey the Bear hat to me as he went past me.
	I told Michael when I woke him up, that I wanted to learn to drive.  He
thought about it for a bit, and then told me to get into the car on the
driver's side.  He instructed me in the art of backing out a few minutes
before I got up the nerve to actually put the car in gear and try it.  The
first three times, I stalled the engine when I let my foot off the clutch
too fast, but I got the hang of it and the car backed smoothly out of our
parking slot.
	"Now pull back in and don't forget to pump the brakes to stop, like Alice
told us."  Michael watched me shift the gear, as the car began to roll
backward down the slight incline of the parking lot.  "Whoa!  Pump those
brakes Davy!"  I tried, but killed the engine again.  After several times, I
finally got us pulled back into the parking slot.  I was exhausted.
	"That's enough driving for today," I said, I'll have another lesson
tomorrow."  Michael laughed, and Slid behind the wheel when I got out and
went around to the passenger side.  The next section of out trip looked like
it would put us in Gallup, New Mexico in time for dinner, and maybe a bed in
a motel for the night.  Neither one of us had gotten enough sleep the night
before thanks to our cop visitors.
	The sun was setting in the West as we pulled into Gallup.  The train tracks
that ran on the North side of the highway, held a train puffing and blowing
steam.  The long train of cars were loaded with cattle and sheep, and the
smell was horrific.  We stopped in a diner to eat, and took seats at the
counter as all the booths were filled.  We both ordered hamburgers and fries
and I had a Vanilla Malt, and Michael order coffee.  While we waited for the
food, we talked to two young guys sitting next to us, and found they were
headed West to Phoenix, from Kansas.  They were spending the night at a
hotel down the street, which they said was cheap and nice.
	Pearly, was the older of the two guys, but didn't seem to be in the know as
much as Steve, the other one was.  Steve looked to be about half way between
my age and Michael's and Pearly might have been Michael's age of twenty-six.
  They finished their food, and said they were going to pick up some beer
and asked us to come and join them in their room at the hotel if we checked
in there.
	After they were gone, we talked about them, and Michael was of the opinion
that they were queer, and probably had been in prison at some point because
they both had prison type tattoos on their arms. The beer sounded good to
both of us, so after we ate, we drove down to the road to the hotel and
checked in.  We asked the clerk if the room next to Steve and Pearly's was
available, because we knew them, and he gave it to us.
	We went up and knocked on their door.  When Pearly answered the door, he
was stark naked, and sporting a hard-on that Steve had obviously been
sucking when we knocked.  It was glistening with saliva.  Pearly grinned at
us broadly, and grabbed his thick cock.  "Come on in boys.  We's jus havin'
some cocksuckin fun.  You want to join us?"
	We followed him into the room, and saw Steve laying on the bed with his
stiff cock in the air and in hand, also glistening with spit.  "Jus havin' a
little bit of sixty-nine suckin' if you want to have a go at it."  Michael
and I looked at each other and shrugged at the same time.  We started
stripping, while Pearly got us each a beer out of the ice they had it packed
in in the bathtub.  When he handed me mine, he dropped to his knees and
started sucking my stiffening dick.  Michael took his beer to the bed, and
Steve started sucking his cock without asking.
	I figured this was going to get interesting, and pushed Pearly off my dick
before I shot my load in his mouth.  He got up, and we joined the other two
on the bed, and were soon embroiled in what would be normally called an
orgy.  After several rest periods for beers between sucking and poking
fingers up assholes, we got down to serious fucking.  It was my idea to try
something I'd had a fancy to try if I got the chance.  I wanted to make a
chain of guys fucking guys as long as we could get.  By the time we were all
hooked up, and humping like the steam locomotive across the road, I was in
lust in a big way.  I had my cock up Steve's butt, and Michael was riding
mine like there was no tomorrow.  Pearly was fucking Michael, and I had my
hand on Steve's cock, stroking him for dear life.  We made it last as long
as we could, but after our fourth near collapse into blowing spunk
everywhere, we began to synchronize our thrusting and soon we were grunting
and moaning in unison.  Steve tightened up and shot first, sending a splash
of cum across the room to splatter against the wall.  His ring tightened
down on me, and mine did likewise to Michael, and before we knew what was
happening, our nuts were pouring out their sticky treasure into their
respective receptacles.  Pearly didn't wait around either before filling
Michael with so much spooge, it was running down his legs.
	Afterward, we laid around on the bed, and finished our beers.  Pearly broke
out some dope, and we all got a little stoned.  Eventually, Pearly dropped
off to sleep, and Michael and I got up and pulled on our clothes.  We each
took another beer, and slipped out of their room and into ours.  Michael
needed to fix himself, so while he did that, I showered, and then crawled
into bed beside him.  He was already asleep, and snoring contentedly.  I
wasn't far behind him.

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