Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 16:13:22 -0700 From: Wade Wright Subject: Chapter One for "Two Brothers and Two Officers" Gay/Male Two Brothers and Two Officers Chapter One: The Speeding Ticket By: Wade Wright "Oh shit!! Jimmy exclaimed, to his brother Tom, as the State Patrol Officer turned on his overheads and pulled Jimmy over. "God Tom! I wasn't speeding was I? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" Officer Brownlee got out of his patrol car and as he approached the driver's side of Jimmy's car, he asked, "Do you have any idea, at all, of how fast you were driving back there?" Jimmy replied that he obviously did not, since he thought he was within the speed limit, but since he was getting pulled over, he had to assume that he must have been driving faster than he thought. Officer Brownlee asked for Jimmy driver's license and after retrieving it, he turned to go back to his patrol car to do a computer check of the license. Jimmy looked into his door's rear view mirror as Officer Brownlee started to leave, and rather excitedly turned to Tom and asked, "Oh my God Tom! Did you see the ass on that guy? Shit man did you see the tight ass on him. God man, oh shit! Those damn uniform pants kiss his ass like, oh shit, just like---oh man, oh shit are they hot!" Tom rather faintly said, "Uh Jim, uh,-- Jim, turn to your left!" Jim turned to look to his left and very surprisingly discovered that Officer Brownlee was standing right beside his open window. He had heard Jim's entire statement. Officer Brownlee had returned back to Jimmy's car to inquire about the license being expired, as opposed to continuing on to his patrol car as Jimmy had thought he had done. Office Brownlee bent down, placed his hands on the lower edge of the window and asked, "Driving through from Ohio, I assume?" Jimmy very cautiously and very shyly, replied, "Yes, yes sir!" "Seems as though we might have a slight problem here, young man. This license expired more than six months ago. Driving the speed that you were driving, and driving on a very expired license, especially one from out of state, and one that is more than two months expired does give me the reason to remove you from that car, place you in the back seat of my patrol car, and take you in. Do you understand your position here, young man?" Jimmy and Tom both found it rather interesting that the officer kept referring to Jimmy as "young man" since it really did not appear to either one of them that Jimmy was hardly any younger than Officer Brownlee himself. Jimmy was 24, stood about 5'8", weighted in at about 170 pounds, of pretty solid, sports activity muscle. Tom was two years younger, aged 22, stood right at six feet tall, and since he too was a very active athlete, he carried a nicely packaged 190 pounds of rock solid, man muscle. Officer Brownlee appeared to Jimmy and Tom as being perhaps only 24 or 25 years old himself, and once they did get a chance to discuss it completely, they did both agree that Officer Brownlee was one hot looking patrolman with his uniform fitting every muscle and curve of, what they guessed, was about 220 pounds of tight and very solid muscle, nicely attached to a very strong looking structure of about 6' one or two. Massive chest and one hell of a hot and firm ass. Of course, that was the attribute that Jimmy had brought to Tom's attention, although it was done at a rather inappropriate time. Jimmy replied in the affirmative to Officer Brownlee's question to,-- if he did understand the circumstances or not. After Jimmy replied, Officer Brownlee told him to sit tight, and he returned to his patrol car. As Officer Brownlee sat in his patrol car, obviously reading his computer screen, Jimmy and Tom discussed the "just what was going on here," situation. Tom pointed out to Jim that he had tried, in vain, to get him to shut up about the officer's ass when he saw the officer returning to the side of the car, but that Jimmy just kept up the, "almost screaming," about how hot it was. They slightly discussed the whole package that Officer Brownlee presented to the visual, and they of course individually wondered, and did share it with each other, that since Officer Brownlee was a black man, did he have as much packaged in front of those uniform pants, as they had always been led to believe black men packed. "Tom, I have never heard anything about some two month thing on an expired license, have you? What in the hell was he talking about?" Jim, I have no idea either. I have never heard of anything like that. All I know is that since he had just heard you almost telling him, how you wanted to kiss his ass, I didn't think it would be too smart to ask what he was talking about. Right now, I think maybe we had just better let it go. We could get him real pissed, especially since he heard you kind of loving his ass, so I think we had just better let it go. He's not making any remarks about your stupid statements, so don't push it, man!" After quite some time in the patrol car, Officer Brownlee re-approached the side of Jimmy's car, leaned down on the widow ledge again and asked, "OK guys! We have some talking to do here." Jimmy looked at the officer's face and then with no self control, looked down at Officer Brownlee's crotch. The, slightly previous, discussion with brother Tom about wondering if the officer was well packed, became just too much for him to maintain control over. He did not intend to look down, he had simply lost control of himself. Officer Brownlee saw Jimmy glance down. "Out of the car, please." Officer Brownlee addressed to Jimmy. "Step over here beside my patrol car, and place your hands on the roof. I need to do a pat down." Then looking at Tom, he said, "You stay there! Do not get out of the car!" Officer Brownlee then took Jimmy by the arm and led him to the field side of the patrol car, out of the light of the head lights and once again told Jimmy to place his hands on the roof of the car. Jimmy thought it was rather different, well from all of the TV police shows that he had seen, that the officer had him at the side of the patrol car, on the rather darker side, away from the highway area, and not at the trunk of his own car, where the headlights lit up the area. Jimmy placed his hands on the roof of the car, and Officer Brownlee then reached down, grabbed ahold of Jimmy's left ankle and pulled it to the side. This, of course, slightly shook Jimmy off of balance and he had to rather quickly re-adjust his stance so that he did not fall. Officer Brownlee then did the same thing to the right ankle and once again Jimmy almost fell over. Office Brownlee then started a very detailed body pat. Slowly and very deliberately, he body searched Jimmy. Tom was in the position to where he could watch from his side door rear view mirror and watch as closely as possible, to the actions that were taking place back beside the patrol car. Since Jimmy and the officer were on the darker side of the car, it was rather hard to see everything, but Tom certainly did question all of the "whats and whys" of what was happening. He questioned just why Jimmy was being body searched, and he also questioned why the officer was being so deliberate and so slow in doing it. As Officer Brownlee continued his careful pat down of Jim, Jim did suddenly realize that an additional patrol car was not pulling in behind Officer Brownlee's patrol car. The second patrol car stopped, an officer got out of the car and Officer Brownlee then told him, "The other one is in the passenger seat." The second patrolman approached the passenger side of the car, opened the door and instructed Tom to get out, go back to the side of the patrol car, and present yourself to be searched. Tom did as he was instructed, knowing that he was to put his hands on the roof of the car and to spread his feet in preparation to being body searched, but he certainly did feel that the wording, "present yourself to be searched", was very unusual language to be used. As Tom and the additional officer approached the position where Jimmy and Officer Brownlee were positioned, Officer Brownlee then said, "Officer Tylor, you take over on this one, and I will start on that one." Officer Tylor could almost be considered an identical twin to Officer Brownlee, except he was a white man. Same, damn hot, muscular structure, right at the same age, and carrying just as hot of an ass, in his State Highway Patrolman uniform pants, as Officer Brownlee's ass is, in his. Both Tom and Jimmy were completely confused as to what in the hell was going on. Officer Tylor re-started a complete body pat of Jim, and Officer Brownlee then started his very slow and deliberate body search of Tom. Both Jimmy and Tom realized that their respective body searches and body pats were turning out to be a little more than "normal". Of all of the TV police programs that they had watched over the years, never had they ever seen a patrolman do as much crotch rubbing and grabbing as they were each getting. Jimmy did not mind, it was actually turning him on, --kind of, but Tom was not feeling too comfortable with this activity. To Jimmy, it was feeling good, even though he had absolutely no idea of why it was all happening. As he felt the big strong officer's hands rub up and down along his body and up under his arm pits, as well as up between his legs, he threw his head up and closed his eyes and simply enjoyed it. Even if, it was something, that was not supposed to be a good experience. He decided that if he was in deep trouble, he was at least going to enjoy the sick little part of getting rubbed, groped and felt up by a hot looking cop. As the searching slowly continued, and with great detail of inspection happening from both officers, Officer Brownlee turned toward Officer Tylor and said, "Officer Tylor, as I told you on the phone, these two are a little different than the others. I haven't told them just yet of how they can avoid that ticket, but since that one, the one you are now taking care of, was all hot and excited about seeing my ass, I kind of think these two just might be a little more anxious and cooperative that our past guys have been." To Jimmy and Tom, that statement was a complete shock and the meaning behind it, a total mystery. "Great!" Officer Tylor replied. "It's about time we finally find ourselves some cooperative men!" Jimmy tried to turn and ask just what they were referring to, when Officer Tylor spoke up and told him, "Hey, man! You were not given permission to speak, so just stand there and be quite!" And with that instruction, Officer Tylor then reached around to the front of Jim and with each hand, squeezed each of Jim's tits. "Like that? That feel good?" He inquired of Jim. Jim, really did, want to kind of let out a very vigorous "Yes, God yes! That feels good!" yell, but managed to refrain from showing any anxiety, due to his complete confusion as to just what was happening here. Jimmy simply kind of shook his head yes, as if to attempt to show some respect back to the officer and to attempt an agreeable position, so as to not piss the officer off any. Officer Brownlee then reached around to the front of Tom, grabbed ahold of his left tit through his T-shirt, and at the same time grabbed ahold of his crotch. "Officer Tylor, this one is going to be a good one. You haven't felt the dick on this one yet have you?" "No, no I sure haven't. You took him away from me as soon as I got him out of the car. Feels good to you, does it?" "Oh hell yes! And you want to know something? He may be trying to act a little scared and timid, but for some funny reason, his dick is not cooperating with that. The more I squeeze it, the bigger it gets." "Hmmmmm!" Officer Tylor expressed. Maybe, just maybe, we have finally hit the ole jack pot here Officer Brownlee! Maybe you have finally stopped the right car!" "Officer, uhh, officer!" Jim attempted to say, but was once again firmly told, "Shut up! You have not been given permission to speak. Stand there and shut the hell up!" Jim and Tom were not comfortable with the actions or the attitudes. Both men were definitely on the side of concern about their safety, although Jim was now admitting to himself that this type of forced action was kind of a turn on to him. He knew that his most private thoughts and fantasies included some actions similar to this, but he had always thought of them in a much more controlled environment, not out along the side of a highway, late at night, with no way of screaming for help if he felt like he needed it. Jim knew that Tom was somewhat active in the gay world, not nearly as active as he personally was, but he sure did not know if this type of action was scaring the hell out of him, or was he managing to find some rather weird fun in it, as he was. Part of his excitement was all of the strange and weird unknowns that were showing up all of a sudden. He knew for certain, now anyway, that he had not been driving above the speed limit, and there really was no valid reason to get pulled over. His driver's license could not be expired! They are issued for five years, and he re-newed his when he turned 21, and that was only three years ago. And, as he and Tom had discussed, neither one of them had ever heard anything that relates to a two months thing on an expired license. Officer Brownlee had not given him the license back, nor let him see it after he said it was expired. This searching was not exactly a searching, it was really turning out to be more of groping session, with some legality backing it up. Neither officer had grabbed ahold of his dick yet, but Officer Brownlee had already exclaimed how nice Tom's dick was feeling, and had made remarks about it getting harder when he grabbed ahold of it. The referred to phone call to the other officer? Not the state highway radio system? They called each other on their cell phones? All of the talk about how this time they finally hit the jack pot? What in the hell was happening here? This was not a normal traffic stop. Are these guys even real cops? The actions were getting Jim rather sexually excited, but all of the "funny stuff", was getting him very concerned and quite confused. He wanted the "funny stuff" to just magically go away so that he could concentrate on the more exciting aspects of this, "highway road stop". Jim looked over at Tom, and Tom attempted an expression of confusion as to just what in the hell was happening here. Tom knew not to talk or attempt to ask any questions. He had heard Jim get shut up earlier, and he did not wish to make either of the patrolmen mad at him. He knew he was in a situation where obeying was the only thing to do. He knew that if one of the officers spoke, gave instructions and orders, that he would simply have to do as ordered, with no back-talk. Both officers continued their very extensive body searching and what had now turned into,--- plain out and out, groping. Office Tylor grabbed ahold of Jim's crotch and exclaimed, "Shit man! You thought that boy's toy was good, shit man, reach over here and feel this one. Officer Brownlee, I think we have ourselves some serious meat toys here! This one likes it. You like it, don't you boy?" Jim was in total confusion as to how he thought he should answer that question. Once again he wanted to scream "Yes", but at the same time he refrained himself since he just did not know if he could find this as fun, which was what he wanted to do, or was he and his brother in some real danger with some really dangerous type of guys. The mixture of possible bodily danger, the complete confusion, and his real internal desires to be able to enjoy this type of outrageous sexual actions were absolutely and totally confusing Jim. He wanted so badly to really be able to enjoy this total submission to two hot and hunky cops, but at the same time, he really did not know if they were just being playful or on the verge of being very, very dangerous to a couple of gay guys. Had his stupid mistake, of commenting on Officer Brownlee's hot looking ass, really gotten them in some very dangerous stuff? Office Brownlee reached over as suggested by his co-officer, grabbed ahold of Jim's dick and immediately grabbed a bigger, and a much more forceful, handful. He grabbed it and then he forcefully squeezed it! "Drop his pants! Drop his pants! I want to see that thing! Drop his pants and get that thing out!" Suddenly without any further warning, Officer Tylor turned Jim completely around, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned Jim's 501's, pulled them down, and then said, "Oh shit man! Look at that bulge in those briefs!" With his 501's now on his shoe tops, Jim stood there with a rock hard cock sticking out as far as possible, being confined only slightly with the weak fabric of his BVD's. Tom turned toward Jimmy and saw his ragging hard-on sticking out. Officer Brownlee let loose of Tom's shoulder and reached over and slid his hand down into the front of Jim's briefs. When the officer's hand reached the tip of Jimmy's dick, that made it stiffen, even harder. Officer Brownlee grabbed ahold of it, pulled it forward and forced it to emerge out of the top of Jimmy's briefs. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Officer Tylor, that is one hot dick! That is going to taste so damn good!" That had been the first really comfortable comment that either Jim or Tom had heard, ever since they had been stopped. If that officer can make a comment about a dick tasting good, then maybe everything would be OK and they would not be trashed and left for dead beside the highway. Seeing the hard-on that Jimmy had, made Tom get more excited. Although he and Jimmy talked a lot of sex, they had never been the type of brothers that showed "their stuff" to each other, or had sex when the other guy was around. Tom actually did not know that his brother supported such a healthy cock. He had not seen it hard since back in high school days. Of all of the talk that they had shared about black men and the supposed size of their cocks, never did Tom realize that his own brother could stand his own if, comparing it with a black man's. The size of it, even though it was on his own brother, got Tom all excited. Since Officer Brownlee still had one hand on Tom's crotch, he immediately realized the reaction that Tom had when he looked at Jim's now exposed stick of meat. Office Brownlee looked back at Tom, grinned, then looked down at Tom's crotch and simply said, "It feels confined, don't it? You like seeing your buddy's big boner, don't you? I'm sure you have used that one a lot though, haven't you? Still gets you all excited though, uh?" "He's my brother!" Tom simply said without much emphasis. "Oh! Oh, so that's the story here, uh? Two brothers! So maybe we have a couple of guys here Officer Tylor that don't do each other. Is that right, man? They check out officer's asses, together, but they don't use each other? Right?" Tom did not reply. Now the confusion had really set in on him. He was excited! He was hard! He was hopeing that all of this was some kind of a wild sex session starting to happen, but at the same time, --these were officers of the law,--they were standing out beside a highway, with traffic passing by, and with Jim's pants down and his hard-on dick standing out, and besides, he and his brother never do sex stuff when the other guy is around. He was completely surprised that this officer, the hunk of a muscle black man himself, would get so excited about the dick on Jim. After all, he was the type of a man that everybody always wants to get the pants off of, if for no other reason, than to just see if he is hung with one of the big, long, thick, meaty, black, sticks that everybody talks about being on black men. Office Brownlee then looked at Officer Tylor and said, "I'm getting way too anxious and turned on here! Let's put one of them in the back seat of my car, let the other one follow you in his car so that it's not left out here on the highway, and let's get to playroom over in the barn. I want to get to that one. I want him on the table. Let's get going." Then turning to Jim, Officer Brownlee then told him, "It's either cooperate, ---go with Officer Tylor and myself, enjoy some good time together in a nice little ole country barn playroom, equipped with all kind of nice shinny, fun, equipment, or have me turn in your traffic ticket, which I'm kind of sure you don't really want me to do, since --oh as I kind of remember it, ---two, of us, me and Officer Tylor here, had to chase you for about, ---oh 25 or 30 miles, at speeds up to ---oh probably 100 miles an hour, before we could finally get you to stop. Officer, Tylor, is that about the way you remember it?" "Yep, sure sounds pretty close to me! Yea--that's what happened. Yea-I sure can remember that real well now that you kind of remind me of what happened! Yep, that's what I remember!" Officer Brownlee then looked at Jim and asked, "Well man! Your choice is, go with us, let us take you to our quiet little playroom in the barn, let us find out how much you two like some of the fun stuff we have there, or as I already said, let me turn in your traffic ticket, and then just let the boys down at the ole jail house use you any ole way they can find fit to use you, since you will be there for quite some time, --especially since Officer Tylor and I had such a hard time getting you pulled over. And I'm sure you already know how a bunch of guys, all stuck together in a small jail cell, like to find good fun things to do, to new guys once the lights get turned off for the night. You know, a lot of the time, they will kind of stick together and help each other out, when one of them feels like it is time for him to do some exploring in some new guy's ass. You know, when a guy is in there with that bunch, saying "no" is not a very smart thing to do. The more he yells "no", more guys keep moving in to take advantage of him, and his ass, once they get him held down. Which you want? The playroom, or would you rather be the "play toys" for some jail, full of guys that just might be a hell of a lot more horny than we are, and probably could not care less about how they use some good hot meat like you two?" Jim and Tom looked at each other, and neither expressed any facial expressions that indicated that they felt like they had any choice in the matter. They both knew that going to the barn was definitely the better of the two choices made available to them. Individually, but without letting the other brother know, they each rather liked the idea of being forced to have sex like this, having no say or control at all, doing it with a couple of hot muscle cops, in a barn playroom, hidden away someplace, and finally, being forced to actually have gay sex, in front of his brother, with his brother in the room, or maybe even involved, with the, what is then happening. Tom had always wanted to play with Jim, but he had never had the nerve to tell him so. Tonight might be a night that he had been hopeing for. The idea of the "playroom" and the comments about the "equipment" that was there, was a little scary. Neither Tom nor Jim, had ever spent any time in a man's "playroom" before. They did not know what to expect, especially in regards to the term, equipment. All of their sex activities, had been pretty tame. This did not sound so tame! But the idea of being thrown into a jail, full of probably dirty, drunk, and horny guys that could care less if it's a man or a woman, or what body part he was using, was a definite no, no! All for fun, yes! All for danger, no! Learning something new, at the hands of two hunks, especially ones built like these two patrolmen, a definite yes! Jim and Tom both realized that maybe their days of not doing sex in front of the other guy, just might be over. But then, both of the brothers also realized, that to finally be a little more open with each other, just might be a step in the right direction. It was a direction that Tom had been hopeing for. As Jim told Officer Brownlee and Office Tylor, "We're with you. We will do as you say!" Both Jim and Tom, each, did realize that they were now opening the door to some completely new experiences, and could possibly be walking through the door of opportunity, of enjoying some good gay sex, with not only the hot and hunky,-- built like God cops, but, perhaps, maybe, with each other too! Secretly, and especially Tom, they were each looking forward to this new sexual adventure of maybe having the chance to explore the body of his own brother. Now that Tom knew that his brother was supporting such a nice healthy piece of meat, he was feeling real anxious to get to the barn, wherever the cops were talking about, so he could see if maybe he could explore Jim's own personal piece of equipment, in addition to the equipment that the officers had there in the playroom. Tom was getting really anxious to get the show on the road. The idea of being played with by the two cops, in their playroom, wherever that might be, in addition to being forced, by them, to play with his own brother, was getting him really all hot and bothered. He had, had dreams like this before, but for it to be happening in real life, was way more than he ever expected!