Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 20:27:49 -0500 (CDT) From: Stew Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 17 It was August 1, 1979 when I found myself on Interstate 90, heading west. I was on the outskirts of Sioux Falls advertising my muscular athletic body and magnanimous face to the cars cruising by, hoping someone would pull over and give this horny stud a lift. As usual, my thumb was only extended for a minute when a car slowed down and parked on the shoulder. I rushed to the green Ford Mustang, exhilerated by the prospect of some cool dude who was looking for a romping good time. Needless to say, I beheld the image of a 40 year old woman and her pet dog. The prospect of sex during this ride was less than zero, but the woman seemed so eager to help out a fellow human being in need of help that I could not deny her the opportunity. Zoe, was a suprisingly hip gal, who was current in all the latest trends and fads. Her dog Spook, was a black, orange and white minature pincher. The suspicious canine sat on Zoe's lap the whole trip, constantly looking at me with his big brown eyes as if I was a threat to his master. Zoe informed me that she was heading to a spot named Wall Drug. A drugstore located in a small town, smach dab in the middle of no where. The little souvenir shop had gotten quite a reputation and drew in litterally thousands of people each year. Zoe's sister was one of the residents of this small town. By the end of the day, we had traveled through almost the entire state before reaching our destination. I was dropped off at the drugstore on "main" street and bid Zoe and Spook farewell. I ordered some food, checked out all the entertaining antiques and props, then once again I used my thumb as a sign to people that I was looking for a lift. The sky was beginning to darken, the odds of someone stopping declined as fast as the setting sun. The red and blue lights behind me were obviously a definite indicator that the law enforcement of this county was about to welcome me to the neighborhood. I turned around and faced the colorful vehicle and waited for what I thought was going to be a hard nosed old cop, who's wife hadn't put out in over a year. The old bastard was going to throw my ass in jail just because I looked at him wrong. The driver door opened and a large man exited. By the light of twilight I could see a state trooper, all decked out. Brown pants and shirt, black shoes, hat and mirrored sunglasses. His utility belt yielded ever tool necessary to bring down any criminal. As the patrolman walked towards me, I noticed the Burt Reynolds mustache and Peter Lupus muscular body. Unsure of what the officer wanted, my dick began to stir, even though I knew that a hot cop can sometimes be a straight, law abiding hard ass. I prayed that this wasn't the case. "Mind showing me some identification, young man" the Trooper questioned. The cop was close enough for me to read the name tag on his shirt. "Yes sir, Officer Bill" I responded. "My wallet is in my backpack" I continued. I took off my pack and placed it on the ground. I bent over and began to searched my bag. I noticed the trooper put his hand on his revolver as I looked in each compartment. I located my billfold and showed Officer Bill my drivers license. As the trooper scrutinized my ID, I found myself staring at Officer Bill's slacks and the slight outline of his huge cock and balls. Knowing that a tasty dick was only inches from my hungry mouth, I inadvertantly licked my lips. The trooper's voice forced me to look upwards. "Where ya headed, Jon Parker" the policeman asked. "West" I informed him as he handed me my license back. When I bent over to secure my wallet into my backpack, Bill slowly walked around behind me. Was this cop checking me out? I purposely took several minutes to accomplish my task, allowing Trooper Bill plenty of time to check out my firm rounded butt cheeks. "Your a long way from home. Do you have any idea how dangerous and unpredictable it is to hitchhike?" the trooper questioned. I recalled Zach and Burt, the two guys who raped me in the back of their van. I also thought about the countless men I have encountered and had sex with. I looked straight into the trooper's mirrored glasses. "Well by far, I would have to say it has been very educational" I stated with a cocky attitude, then raised my left eyebrow. Had I overstepped the boundries. The cop surveyed the busy highway. Then turned towards me and spoke in a friendly, matter of fact manner. "As an offficer of the law it is my duty to serve and protect. I deem your actions to be unsafe and I feel obligated to keep you from harm. If you would please, enter the back of the vehicle and I will transport you to a more secure area" Trooper Bill demanded. I was certain that the trooper did not pick up on my signals, or if he did, the officer didn't show any interest. If nothing else, at least I was getting a lift, so I seated myself into the patrol car. Trooper Bill drove on the highway for ten miles, without any conversation. Curiousity got the best of me. "Where are you taking me" I asked. "I feel it is my duty to further your "education" and I figured we needed a more private location" Bill answered. Just then, the trooper exited the highway and soon he turned onto a gravel road. This road led to an abandoned farm. All the buildings and the house were old and dilapidated. Trooper Bill stopped the car before reaching the building. "Get out" He demanded. Before I was even out of the door, the cop grabbed my arm and slammed me against the hood. The next thing I heard was the click of handcuffs locking around my wrists. My hands were secured behind my back and my chest was feeling the warmth of the engine below the hood of the trooper's car. The trooper leaned over and spoke into my ear. "Those meager clues of yours were not necessary. I pegged you as a faggot from the moment I saw you on the side of the road. I take it your education included a lot of kissing and blowjobs from the anonymous johns who picked you up. Well, Jon Parker, I'm gonna show you how cops deal with your kind." I did not like the sound of that and for a moment I was really scared. Then Officer Bill reached around my waist, he unbuckled my pants and lowered them to the ground. This action still did not waver my feelings about Bill and what he was planning to do. Suddenly I felt two cold hands begin to massage my ass. My ass cheeks were spread wide, followed by the feeling of a wet slippery thick piece of flesh sliding around the edges of my hole. Trooper Bill was rimming my rear end with his big penetrating tongue. The officer spent a extended amount of time licking and swirling the exterior of my cavity. Then I felt probing fingers enter the tunnel in the middle of my crack. First one, then two fingers slowly examined my anus. I had a growing intuition that this cop had a fascination, or infatuation with the male pooper, based on the elongated period of time he spent with my behind. Soon after my channel allowed a third finger, the patrolman withdrew, then I felt a hard wooden spire spreading my anal lips wider and wider. Trooper Bill was using his night stick as a dildo, thrusting the hard laquered pole in and out of my dripping basin. Even though I was in a very uncomfortable position, the penetrating baton made me moan with desire. "Yeah, you like that, don't ya fag boy" Bill taunted me. The trooper continued to fuck me with the nightstick, ramming it deeper and deeper into my tunnel. I was whining loudly with exctasy, when suddenly the wooden staff was withdrawn. I heard the sound of a buckle and a zipper. Trooper Bill delivered a hard grunt as he plunged his hard cock into my asshole in one quick motion. My hole was then continualy supplied with a generous amount of thick cop dick as Trooper Bill fucked me hard. "Oh, yeah Jon Parker. You got a nice hot tight ass" Trooper Bill whispered. The assault on my experienced bung hole was non stop and I felt every inch of officer Bill's juicy shaft as it slid in and out of my rear end. Every thrust of the cop's hips stirred my libido and caused me to growl softly. Huge balls slammed my ass with a loud slapping sound, which increased the overall sensation I was feeling from the pounding of macho enforcement agent. At one time I laughed out loud as I thought of the Canadian mounted police. Eventually the momentum increased and I felt the trooper start to groan loudly. "Oh fuck yeah. MMMmmmm" Trooper Bill screamed as he ejaculated his scolding manjuice deep into my anus. Trooper Bill grunted each time a milky projection exited his hard pole. When all was done, Trooper Bill grabbed my arms, turned me around and shoved me to my knees. "Lick my cock clean, boy" the deputy strongly suggested. Pure pleasure was the sentiment I endured as I licked every millimeter of Trooper Bill's private parts, then began to suck on the officer's mammoth meat. As I suspected, the trooper grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth with his hard rod. Again, his enormous balls pounded underneath my chin as he plowed my oral opening. Soon I was rewarded with hot creamy cop cum flowing down my throat. Trooper Bill quickly pulled up his pants and unlocked the cuffs binding my hands. I was hoping that this hunky cop was going to return the favor and blow my load., but the trooper told me to get dressed and get back in the car. I took Officer Bill's remarks to be the tactics of a straight guy who on occasion will hump anything that is available and discreet. Now that the trooper had had his fun, he was eager to dispose of the evidence. As before, Trooper Bill was silent as he drove back to the highway and eventually pulled into a truck stop. The state trooper pulled into the dark back area of the parking lot, making sure he was not seen. Trooper Bill turned his head and offered the following instructions. "You can find a ride here, and if your lucky, some horny trucker to suck you off at the same time. Please exit the vehicle Jon Parker and have a nice day". "Thanks for the lesson, Trooper Bill" I responded. I grabbed my back pack and made my way to the small diner. I was hungry for something to eat, and possibly a reward of my favorite high protein drink from the dick of some hot guy for dessert.. Considering the unexpected scenarios I have experienced, who could tell what awaited me at this truck stop as I continued my cross country adventure.