Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2023 18:55:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: "dogbone421@aol.com" <dogbone421@aol.com>
Subject: "Cop Tales"  Chapter 9

"Cop Tales"

Chapter 9


	Lord how I hated this drive. When you work for a living from behind
the wheel, the last thing you want is to travel in a vehicle on your days
off. From Florida back to where I was raised and started my career, was a
long fucking journey north. Going back for my so-called sisters second
wedding, I tried everything to avoid the whole dam thing. But my mom was
insistent that I come back home and make an appearance. Begging on my part
didn't work as I was always a momma's boy. I mean who can say no to the
woman that raised you?

	My sister and I have had several cantankerous run ins. A cousin
that was taken in and raised by mom since she was thirteen, she always had
a chip on her shoulder towards me. Despite our differences, I always cared
for her despite what she says. The straw that broke the camel's back was
when she caught her then husband fucking me. Originally, he was the one who
initiated the start of our screwing around. And that began shortly after
they got married. Captivated by his good looks and country boy charm, he
caught me staring at him for way too long on his wedding day. Dam that
fucking open bar, I still cuss.

That set into motion a cat and mouse game he used against me till I finally
caved. Desperate and in need of some kind of male contact, he caught me on
a day when my resistance was just too low. I never really knew if she told
my mom about what happened that day. But in my mind, she did. My mother
never mentioned it but things changed between us shortly afterwards.



One thing that helped distract me from the monotonous I-95 and the thoughts
of being in the same room with my sister was the memories of carnie Jeff
from "Nailing a Cop." I just could not shake him from my thoughts no matter
how hard I tried. Before I even left Florida, the crazy idea of visiting
him in prison filled my mind. And that in turn repeatedly caused my cock to
fill out the front of my briefs. Returning to the familiarity of home,
conjured up all kinds memories I thought I had suppressed.

	It had been over a year and a half since I ventured south to start
a new life. Things back then had gotten too complicated in my home state as
you guys my remember. Putting Jeff away for the devious shit he was
plotting against me wasn't easy and took its toll. Lying goes against the
very core of my existence, but in this case, it needed to be done. That is
not what a good cop should do and I try to avoid it at all costs. But I did
what needed to be done I rationed in my mind again as I drove. I have
always been attracted to his roustabout kind and always will be. But he
fucked me over in more ways than one and the wounds still had not fully
healed.

From boy hood when I would go to the traveling carnival, those rugged and
mean looking fucks stirred up something deep within me. Even before I could
get a hard pecker, I knew there was something about them that made me
tingle. I remember this one time staring at a few that were standing around
checking out woman that were passing by. I was in line with my mom on a hot
summer night as she bought some cotton candy. Even with all the glittery
lights and sounds around me, I could not take my eyes off them. This one
guy poked his fellow carnie in the ribs and pointed me out as he scratched
his nuts. As they then snickered, they both somehow knew already I was
going to be easy pickings for their kind one day.

	"Hey kid, I got something better for you to lick on then that ice
cream cone," the amorous one shouted my way as he made a fist and pretended
to jerked off.  "Come on over to the shithouse and I'll teach you a few
things."

I cringed in fear my mom heard his words as I continued to blatantly stare
at him. I didn't really know what he meant by his words or actions, but I
knew it wasn't good.

	"What did that guy just say to you," echoed in my ears next from my
mom as she yanked me by the arm to get my attention?

	"He's just a little boy," she shouted there way forgetting about
the cotton candy as she aggressively pulled me away.

	"I got something that will make him grow up, put some hair on his
chest," was hollered as we stormed away. I couldn't help but look back as
he had turned so, I could see him rubbing his crotch.

	"Mom, he was just saying he wished he had some ice cream," I
offered up already defending his kind. "I need to pee," then left my mouth
as I wanted to know what that carnie could really teach me? Looking back, I
wonder now if he would of just made me suck his cock or would he have taken
my cherry?

	"You need to stay away from perverts like that Kent," my mom barked
down at me. "That kind of trash is always trouble," were her final words as
we made our way away from there. "You'll pee at home," wasn't what I wanted
to hear.

	But I already knew that I would someday be back here and I would
not follow her advice. It took years, but I fulfilled that promise in a big
way.

	Back home for a few days, I had visited all my cop friends and
family by now. Sitting around my mom's place was boring as shit at this
point. The wedding was on Saturday and I dread it coming. The newness of me
being home had worn off quickly. All she did all day was watch the news on
a loop and ask me restlessly if I was hungry. I hadn't jerk off for a few
days and my nuts were starting to hang low and beg for attention. Thoughts
of Jeff really filled my horny ass brain as I paced around the place trying
to figure out something to do.

	"Why don't you go see Mary," mom said to me over and over when I
paced the floor. "She might take you back son. She hasn't dated anyone
since you two broke up I heard. You two were good together. What was it
that made you break up with her anyways?" she asked repeatedly bringing up
that bad situation to me.

	I envisioned in my head shouting at her the I prefer cock now over
pussy. But I'd just sigh with relief thinking it because I would never have
the courage to come out and say it. One good thing Jeff did was stop me
from making the biggest mistake of my life. I really thought I could pull
off getting hitched and not think about cock again. Boy was I wrong. From
the minute Jeff seduced me and breached my ass, I knew this was what I
really wanted. Hell, I fought it at first, you can be sure of that. But the
more I got in bed with him, the more I couldn't deny it anymore. With a
dick up your ass dumping another dude's sperm in you, it's hard to say
you're not gay.

	This latest verbal assault on my pervious relationship by my mom
really put me over the edge. I loved her but dam, she could really piss me
off sometimes. I know she is only looking out for my best interests, but
I'm a grown ass man now. When the conversation about giving her grandkids
came up again at the dinner table, I was hell bent on getting out of this
fucking house and do something different.

	After cruising around looking for dick, I drove past the run-down
motel where Jeff and I first hooked up at, later that night. For fun, I
parked just outside the room I visited so many times before. I rubbed my
crotch, closed my eyes, and relived some of the beautiful fucks we
had. That dude could really make me walk bow legged after a fucking and I
craved that feeling again. After pitching a massive tent in my shorts, I
was scared back to reality when a dude approached my truck out of
nowhere. Before I knew it, he was standing at my open window, staring at
me.

	"Yo dude, got a smoke I could bum off you," he asked?

	"Nah, sorry man, I don't smoke," left my lips as I reached and
started my truck. It was obvious to me he was down on his luck and was
about to ask for a hand out. He was scruffy looking and in need of a clean
tee shirt I noticed as I reached for the transmission shifter.

	"Yo dude, you don't have to run off like that," he commented. "I'm
harmless I swear. Glancing down, he then commented, "Looks to me like your
horned up and in need of some company. Sorry to tell you this, but there
aint no hookers hanging around here this time night," he casually tossed my
way as he put his elbow on my window ledge and leaned against my door.

	"Always that way when you're on the bone," I sarcastically admitted
as I tried to pull more material from my crotch to better hide my
arousal. There was already an obvious wet spot showing on the gray material
where my cock head poked up. My sweet-sounding exhaust filed the void as we
both then looked at each other. He had great looking eyes and if cleaned up
could be good looking.

	"Hell, aint no shame in being horny dude," he grinned and then
commented on the sun going down. "I'm always looking for a way to get a
nut. Won't be long before the crack whores start showing up. You should
come back later. Or maybe we could help each other out," he tossed at me as
he stood back and ran his hand up and down his chest under his tee-shirt?"

	I looked at him kind of shocked the conversation had turned to sex
so quickly.

	"I'll admit I'm down on my luck and willing to do things I don't
usually do. Let's say twenty dollars to suck my cock," he started off with
as he looked around to be sure he wasn't being heard. "If your so inclined
that is. Otherwise, I could jack you off for ten. My room rent is due so
I'll consider anything at this point," he finished with as he stretched and
then put both his arms up and hooked his fingers behind his head.

	"You got a room here," I asked admitting I was interested without
having to say so?

	"Oh yeah, been living here for weeks," he bragged as he pointed to
a door a few down from the one Jeff and I had used.

	I glanced down at the front of his pants to see if there was any
sign of a bulge. Seeing none, I wondered if I should. I was beyond the
point of horny and was slowly easing into the desperate zone at this
point. Jumping off the cliff, I offered,

	"I'll blow you dude for twenty if your serious" I asked as I turned
off my truck's engine?

	Inside the motel room, visions of my deviant behavior with Jeff
filled my thoughts. Dingy and musty smelling, the place was an absolute
dump inside. It was perfect for the mood I was in at this point. I wanted
to roll around in the dirt per say with a dude like him at this point. As
my cock came back alive, I glanced around the room. Beer bottles and
fast-food bags littered every surface there was. A plie of cloths was
stacked on the floor indicating to me they were dirty. As he closed the
squeaky door behind me, I was transported back in time. As he stepped
further into the room, he pulled his shirt off over his head as he moved. A
nice tuff of black hair adored the area above his butt crack.

	"Get comfortable dude," he hollered as he stepped into the
bathroom. "I gotta take a piss first."

	As the sound of a strong stream filled the air, my cock was swelled
so hard it was bent back against my hairy lower belly. My nuts constricted
up tighter against my body knowing to be on notice for a dumping. No longer
in the need for a bottle of liquor to chug down for courage, I had truly
grown. When the hopper flushed, he strode back into the small room with a
can-do attitude on his face. Reaching to undo his pants, I watched as he
pulled them down and exposed his hairy groin.

	"I aint gay bro," he made perfectly clear before he shucked his
pants and underwear below his junk. "But I need the money so we might as
well get this going," left his mouth as I studied his nice-looking cock. A
plump limp uncut cock lay atop a sack of large male nuts that were covered
in thick black hair. A well-formed mushroom cock head was visual even
before it started to swell. The trail of thick hair running up to his belly
button was sexy as fuck. With a slight paunch, it was obvious he had never
worried about working out. I could easily take him in weight and height if
the moment presented itself. But it was now my honor to bow down before him
and service this guy.

	 Falling to my knees, I was eagerly slobbering on his nice sized
cock, gagging a few times as I tried to take him deep. The coarseness of
his thick crotch hair tickled my noise as I tried my best. My right hand
was wrapped around his big nuts as I held him in place. Like two giant ball
bearing hanging in a silk sack, I maneuvered them around with my fingers. I
could tell this dude was a baby maker by the feel of his impressive
nuts. Any woman should be dam proud to let him sire them. Sweat ran down
the side of my face as the warmness of the room started to affect me.

	Sucking sounds filled the quietness of the room as I bobbed my head
back and forth. He was slowly getting close as he bowed his legs and
started aching his hips forward. My left hand had pulled my shorts low and
I was stroking my cock in unison with my mouth stroking on him.

	I was suddenly lost in the moment. With my eyes closed and the
scent of a man's groin filling my nostrils, I slipped into a trance,
feeling like I was sucking on Jeff's cock again. The same familiar room,
atmosphere and tone was all too familiar to the numerous times I'd done
this for him. My asshole drew tight and yearned for some dick as my
breathing intensified. Coming up for air after almost gagging again, I
pulled off him much to his dismay.

	"Fuck dude, don't stop," he bellowed as I backed off. "I almost got
my gun dude," he commanded.

	In a moment of shear abandonment I bellowed, "How much to fuck me,"
as I started up at him as I was lost in the moment? "I need it so fucking
badly man, you have no idea. It's been weeks for me and I'm willing to
pay," I pleaded as I saw a look of noncompliance come across his face.

	"I don't know man," he first said as his shinny wet cock bobbed in
front of my face. "Dude, I can fire off in your mouth any second now if
you'd just get back to business. Besides, I aint got no condoms here," he
stated as he stepped closer to me.

	"I don't care about that," I bartered as I leaned back on my
legs. "I just really need this dude. Come on man, please?"

	"I aint cum for days fucker so it will be a big shot," he warned
me. "You'll be shitting my load for days fucker," he then bragged like a
cocky rooster.

	"Hundred dollars then," he offered up as he stepped back from me.

	I hesitated knowing I didn't have that much money on me. Getting up
with my still hard cock pointing at the ceiling, I reached for my
wallet. "I got eighty," I offered back. "That's all I got on me dude, I
swear."

	Hauling out four twenties, I handed them to him as he counted to be
sure.

	"Ok man, I'll fuck your ass," he said as he kicked off his
pants. "But I'd of done it for sixty," he snickered as he walked over to
the bed.

	Within a minute we were in bed together with me on my stomach. Spit
was the only lube that was available and it made my asshole raw later. When
his cock head breached my asshole, a deep sigh escaped my throat that
indicated my need for this.

	From the minute he started humping me, I was in heaven. I moaned
uncontrollably as he fell atop my body.  He was balls deep within a few
strokes as I felt his nuts against the top of my sack. God, it had been so
fucking long. The bed squeaked in unison with my grunts as he drove my ass
into the mattress. I forceable arched my hips up against his thrusting and
spread my one leg wider open for deeper penetration.

	"Fuck dude, I should be paying you for this great pussy you have,"
he mumbled in my ear as he bit the side of my neck and sucked
affectionately. Sweat pored off him and dripped down on my body as I gave
myself fully.

	Seconds before he popped his load, I dropped mine in an epic
climax. It felt like curdled milk chunks were running up my piss tube as it
had been days since I gotten relief. I gasped for breath and moaned like a
bitch into the pillow as I lunged my hips forward in synch with my
contractions. I'm sure the twitching of my asshole helped send him over the
edge as he groaned deep from his throat when it happened. When he fired
off, I could feel the strength of his shots run up his shaft. As we laid
together afterwards catching our breaths, I could feel the back wash start
to leak around his deflating shaft.

	I had to quickly make my escape when we were laying there and he
started running his mouth. Why is it some guys think just because he's
fucked you, your now available for a free therapy session? Whining about
the women that he feels ruined his life and made him how he is now, wasn't
what I needed to hear. Especially with his overflow running down my butt
crack.

	"I gotta get going," were my escape words as I pulled my underwear
on as he laid back watching me get dressed. "My girl friends going to
wonder where I am," I lied to ease my leaving.

	"I understand dude," he said as he scratched his low hanging
nuts. "If you wants stop by again, I'll only charge you twenty next time
for a fuck."

	"Hey thanks man," I offered as I pulled on my tee-shirt. "I'll
defiantly be back," I offered to bolster his confidence.

When I walked in my mom's house, I had already put on new deodorant to help
hid any smells of sex on me. A trick I'd learned on patrol after getting
lucky alongside the road many a time. Baby wipes are also an essential part
for casual hookup sex. Wiping my sperm laden ass before I went in the house
was a must. The coolness of the damp towelettes eased the burning sensation
I was experiencing around my abused hole. Tossing the used cloths in a
fast-food bag in the floor boards was my only way of getting rid of the
evidence of our endeavor.

I felt sneaky as hell opening the front door and walking in loaded with a
dude's ball juice. I'm sure a wicked smile was upon my face. It wasn't the
first time I'd done this as I greeted my mom and headed for the
bathroom. Many a time as a teenager I'd get home with a construction guys
sperm packed deep in my guts. Hector, the Mexican guy who busted my cherry
that one summer was constantly wanting to fuck me back then.

"I gotta take a leak mom and then I'm headed for bed," I yelled as I moved
passed her quickly.  "I'm tired as fuck."


I slept like a fucking baby that night. Come morning I was on top of the
world. Once I would feel guilty and pissed at allowing myself to fall
victim to my urges the next day. Now I expected who I was and looked back
on the hookup with great pride. A load up ass makes a world of difference
the next morning I found out long ago.

The smell of cooking bacon and fresh coffee filled the air and slowly drove
me crazy. I hit the john and pissed a long stream before I slipped on a
tee-shirt and made my way to the kitchen in my underwear.

"Mom, you're killing me with those smells," I hollered at her as I grabbed
her and hugged her from behind.

"Boy, you're in a good mood this morning," she tossed at me. "Sit yourself
down and I'll get you a plate," came next as I pulled out a chair and
parked my ass. Still slightly tender in the yonder regions, it reminded me
of my fun I'd finally had last night. My toes flexed as a flash replay of
the events rushed my senses and I smiled.

Dropping a big plate of food before me, it was all favorites. I wondered
what was up? After she filled her coffee cup, she sat across from me and
started talking as I woofed down the food.

"I talked to your sister and she's happy your coming," she offered as I
curled my lip and shook my head with disgust. There is going to be a lot of
family going," she went on saying. Just before I could respond to that
comment she offered up, "What's that on the side of your neck?"

"What," was my response as I wiped both sides quickly thinking I had
something on me.

"It's all red and irritated looking. If I didn't know better, I'd swear it
was a hickey," she laughed as she strained her eyes more.

"Oh that, it's where a bug bit me last night and I scratched at it," I
answered trying to act cool knowing deep within me it really was a
hickey. I vaguely remember the dude sucking and biting on my neck for a few
seconds now that I think about it. Inside I was embarrassed beyond
fuck. Outside I shrugged it off as nothing.

Satisfied with my explanation, she went on about how great the wedding was
going to be. As always, before long the conversation turned to saying she
wished I had a date to go with. It seems I can never get a break with her
on this subject and I could feel the frustration building within me.

"Why don't you call Mary and ask her to go with you," followed and I lost
it somewhat. Slamming my fork down, I pushed the chair back and left the
room. I stomped down the hallway to enforce my disdain at the question. I
stood before the bathroom mirror shaking my head trying to cool
down. Slowly I checked my neck before getting in the shower and it was an
obvious suck mark. I don't know if he meant to mark me or not, but I bore
the brand of a recently fucked bitch. Embarrassed yet somewhat proud, I
grabbed my limp pecker and blamed him for my actions. Finally shrugging it
off, I hopped under the water.

As the hot water run over my shoulders and down my back, I closed my
eyes. In a bit of a childish, fuck you mom move, I convinced myself right
then and there I was going to follow thru on seeing Jeff in prison. After I
dressed, I grabbed my phone and made my way towards the back porch. Passing
the living room where my mom sat, she yelled, "Call Mary while you're at
it."

 I cussed her under my breath as I stormed out to the back porch. With a
loud slap, the screen door swung closed behind me and emphasized my still
pissed off mood.

	Searching the web for the visiting hours of where he was housed,
much to my surprise they started tomorrow, Thursday afternoon. Instantly my
cock twitched and began to wake up as I plotted my adventure. I knew it was
not proper procedure for a lawman to go visit a con. Especially one you
helped put away. But I rationed if I played it cool and didn't act the
part, I could pull this off.

	I called the jail and registered my name and asked for a slot in
the limited positions available for visiting. After being on hold for over
ten minutes, I was rewarded with being granted access to visit him. I had
to give his name up and our relationship to each other. Responding as
"Really good friends," seemed to downplay our spending tons of time in bed
together. But I wasn't ready to admit to a stranger on the phone that we
were past lovers.

After being read all the rules and limits to our meeting, I was given a
number to be used to enter lockup. Early afternoon was all that was left of
the time slots and I was expected there by one in the afternoon.

	I didn't sleep much that night and my cock kept poking at the
waistband of my underwear. Leaking jiz like a fucking teenager, a slimy wet
pool formed in the hairs of my lower belly. I needed to whack-off in the
worse way but just couldn't. With my mom's room right next to mine, I just
didn't have the nerve to pull my waistband down and beat the fuck out of my
meat. Even thou I'd done it almost every night when I lived at home, now
that I was older, the respect aspect factored in, much to my dismay.

	In the morning I was excited as a kid on Christmas. My mom made me
breakfast and again hinted at grandkids as she flipped pancakes. "Sure,
would be nice to have some grandkids running around here," she sighed. "It
would keep this old lady from being lonely."

	I smiled a wicked smile as I replied quietly within my brain. "If
it was going to happen, I would have been swelled up by lots of dudes by
now with the shear amount of cum that's been dumped up my ass."

	I smiled ear to ear later as I drove rethinking that statement. The
drive was a long thirty-minutes north to his location. Showered, shaved,
and clean smelling, I was dressed to impress in a tight shirt and stretch
jeans. Sure, I was just going for a visit, but I also wanted to let him see
what he missed out on by fucking up a good thing we had going.

	The prison was large and forbidding looking, as they should
be. Barbed wire covered almost everything within eye sight. I knew right
away I'd never want to be housed in a place like this. Entering the secure
enclosure, the large fenced gates closed with an intimidating
clank. Hustled into a room full of other visitors, all were wives or
girlfriends, some with kids. I was the only male there and it drew the
attention of the others.

	A guard entered thru a secured door and announced the vising hours
had begun. We all slowly filed thru the door into a large area that looked
like a converted gymnasium. The only windows were located about ten feet up
with heavy bars covering them. Picnic style tables were arranged around the
room and the other visitors knew to grab one. I followed their lead and
picked one that was near a second door that was across the room.

	We waited about ten more minutes before the shackled inmates
started flowing in with an armed guard. You were allowed to hug once before
you sat down and the conversations began. I stared at the steady flow of
guys entering wondering which ones would be good fucks. The testosterone
levels rose within the room as each prisoner entered. Some inmate's cocks
swung freely under their orange jump suits and I could not help but stare
and lick my lips.

I quickly wondered how many of the guards were enjoying hanging off the end
of some these inmate's cocks? Thoughts of the amount of cum that must be
backed up in their nuts was running thru my mind when I noticed Jeff being
ushered in. Seeing how I was the first table upon entering, he recognized
me instantly. Initially shaking his head back and forth, I then saw a huge
smile form on his face.

	"Dude, I can't believe it's you," was his first comment as he sat
across from me. He was accompanied by a guard he seemed to know quite
well. Smiling up at him, he spoke softly as the guard checked his chain
locks.

	"Dude, this is the cop I been telling you about," he started
with. "I was boning his ass non-stop when the show stopped in his
town. Then something crazy happened and I ended up in here."

	That comment made the white trash woman who was waiting on her
fellow across from us, turn and stare at us both. With a disgusting head
shake, she shuffled across the bench seat so she couldn't see us.



"Dude, I haven't had a visitor since I was locked up. So, you can believe I
was wondering who finally make the visit here to see me. I figured it was
the cop's wife I knocked up in Florida bringing my kid to see me," he then
laughed. "Hell, it might even be two I sired with her and he doesn't know."

	The guard looked at me with daggers and I knew instantly he and
Jeff were more than just guard and prisoner.  As he stepped back and gave
us some privacy, Jeff confessed to my suspensions. In a hushed voice and
leaning in closer to me, he confessed,

	"I've been throwing the cock to him since I got in here," he then
bragged as he leaned back and gloated. "He's got a tighter ass on him then
you did," he mouthed silently as he looked at the guard again and they
nodded to each other. "Well, not so tight anymore," he then laughed as he
spread his legs wide open.

	"You look fucking good Kent," he said as he looked in my eyes. "I'd
still fuck you if I had the chance. Even after all the bullshit that
happened between us."

	"Will you two shut the fuck up," came from the woman beside us now.

	"Hey, fuck you bitch," Jeff quickly yelled as the room went
quiet. "He's my ex-lover and I don't give a flying fuck what you think,"
filled the vacuum where the air had been sucked out of the room.

	A few guards quickly rushed over and put a stop to their
bickering. Making the woman get up and move caused even more drama. As I
sat there, I studied Jeff in all the commotion. Jail house tattoos now ran
up and around his whole neck. The tops of his hands were now covered in
them also. You'd think that would scare me off. But it had the opposite
effect on me. I was even more attracted to him. I used to get fucked by
that, I bragged to myself with pride.

	I could smell a slight underarm odor coming from him and it took me
back to our times together. It was obvious he had been working out as his
upper chest and arms were super bulky looking. With the zipper of his jump
suit open to almost his waist, I could see the firmness of his body. How
many times I'd run my hands over that chest as he fucked my ass into the
mattress while on my back were countless.

	Once the room settled back down and the hum of conversation filled
the air again, he scooted in close again. I drooped all the bullshit
between us and confessed in a hushed voice,

	"I wish we could fuck one more time. I want to apologize for all
the shit that went down between us," I began with before he stopped me cold
in my tracks.

	"Water under the bridge my friend," he answered firmly. "I forgive
you for all that shit. But let's not waste our time here with that
stuff. With a cock sure look on his face he said, "You'd really offer your
ass back up to me," he asked?

	"In a heartbeat," I answered.

	"We can make that happen here," he then spoke as he stared me in
the eyes. They have conjugal units here. You and I could do the nasty in a
place they specifically have here for such things. All you gotta do is make
the arrangements my friend.

	"Seriously," was my initial response as my mind went amuck. "They
have such a thing here," I questioned?

	"Hey Emmett," Jeff yelled to the guard that had brought him. "Can
you come here for a second?"

	With the guard standing beside us both, Jeff asked him. "How easy
is it for us to arrange a fuck meeting in one of those special places you
have for such things?"

	"It's easy from what I heard," he answered with a tone of disgust
in his voice. "I'm not sure if there are any slots left but it could happen
tomorrow if you two love birds really are serious?"

	"Oh, we're serious, aint we babe," Jeff answered for us both as I
sat there in shock.

	"They provide everything you need," the guard offered. A bed,
towels, condoms, and a shower room for afterwards.

	"Well, we don't need no stinking condoms, do we bro," Jeff bellowed
as I saw the eyebrows of the guard frown.

	"He needs to fill out the paperwork then, once you're done here,"
he offered as he walked back to the wall he was holding up.

	After about ten minutes of bullshitting, he stopped me
mid-sentence. "Let's cut this shit short so you can get a jump on any of
these low life's who might be thinking the same thing as us," Jeff said. "I
wanta fuck you so badly. I can't wait till tomorrow babe," he finished with
as he stood and stepped away. I watched as he was led out of the room still
not sure how this had gone down so fast.

	I got up still wondering if I should just leave or follow thru on
this. Walking across the room to the door I had entered, the guard standing
there unlocked it and I stepped out. I should have just left right then and
there, but I didn't. I wanted this. Within that room was another guard
sitting behind glass that had "Information," above the opening. The room
was void of anyone but myself as I walked with great hesitancy towards the
cubby. Behind the closed glass was a tuff as nails looking white dude in
his mid-forties I assumed. I stood there for a few minutes before he
finally acknowledged me. Sliding open the window he bellowed, "Yeah, what
you want?"

	I could now see another guy dressed as a guard sitting off to the
side at a desk. It took all the courage I could muster to ask the question,
but I did so after taking a deep breath.

	"How do I go about setting up a conjugal visit?"

	With a look of great shock at first, a disgusted expression slowly
came across his face as he finally realized what I was asking.

	"A fag hookup, that what you looking for asshole," was his
response?

	"Yeah, I guess so," I floundered like a fish out of water.

	"With a fucking male inmate," was his next response?

	"Yeah," was all I could answer as he rolled his eyes.

	"Yo, Tom, this dude here is looking for a fag hookup with one of
the inmates. Aint that some shit," he bellowed as he turned and addressed
the other guy in the small room. I watched him get up quickly and step up
to the glass also.

	"He don't look like a candy ass cock sucker. You're fucking with me
right," he laughed as he smiled at me like I was in on the joke.

	"I'm telling you; he's wanting one of those special rooms so he and
another dude can fuck," he argued back getting pissed off sounding in the
process.

	"No fucking shit," he then said as he looked at me harder. "So,
you're a fucking cock sucker? I got a nice one on me you could help me out
with," he then laughed as he grabbed his crotch.



	"See, this is the shit I gotta put up with these days," the other
guard then said to him. With both them looking at me, he asked, "You two
boyfriends or something I take it?" I nodded my head affirmatively but with
great embarrassment. "I hope you're the fucker and not the fuckee," he took
great joy in asking?

	I don't know why it was any of his business asking that question. I
hadn't grown enough at this point in my life to defend myself on this
subject. I owed it to myself and my fellow gay brothers to speak up, but at
this point I was at their mercy. "I'm the bottom, if it's really any of
your business" rolled off my tongue as the butterflies in my stomach
started. It was still hard for me to admit it even to myself well alone to
someone like him. But I at least owned up to who and what I was. A small
sense of pride rose within me as they both took great joy in hearing me
admit it.




"Fucking figures," he answered as the other guard acted like he was going
to throw up. "You heard that, didn't you man, he takes cock you his poop
shot. Don't you boys know that's an exit not an entrance?"

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "You gotta be in a serious
relationship to get the opportunity to fuck," he then offered before he put
both of his hands up and said, "Don't answer that or I'll lose my lunch."
"You been tested right, no fucking HIV, clap, or crabs, correct? We don't
need that shit going around in here."

 When I answered I was clean, he seemed satisfied enough to step away from
his window. The other guard still stood there with his hands on his hips
giving me the stink eye mouthing the words "Fucking faggot," to me. Coming
back with a clipboard, he shoved it thru the opening. "Fill out this
fucking paper work sunshine so you two little fag boys can make some
babies," he blasted me with before he slammed the glass window closed.

I walked over to a counter and proceeded to fill in the necessary
blanks. It was the usual stuff at first, name, address, phone number. Then
came the relationship statis info. How long we been a couple, were we
married, any kids together, was I on birth control pills? I lied as much as
I could.

I knew I could just throw these papers in the trashcan along the wall, and
trust me I thought about it. But I signed at the bottom and returned it to
them. He again made me wait before he slid the glass open. Looking it over,
he stamped it with a rubber stamp and told me to come back tomorrow at 4
PM.

"Come back to this area and wait till we come get you," spoke without
looking at me.

As I walked out of the prison compound, I was excited and pissed at the
same time.

I showed up right on time the next day with great expectations of what was
about to happen. I was nervous as fuck which isn't something I usually
am. Having to state my business to two guards as I went from locked room to
room, I was ready to be over this embarrassment. Each guard had the same
shocked and disgusted look on their face as I moved deeper into the
facility. When I reached the room, I had filled out the paperwork, I was
presented with the same bigoted guy behind the glass. He took great pride
sliding open the glass as I stepped towards it. Again, the room was empty
so there were no witnesses to his vail comments.

"I see your right on time sunshine," was his initial response. "He must
have some kind of special con dick for you to show your face here again?
Twisting his head sideway he yelled, "Hey Robert's, make the call for this
faggot's escort to the fuck chamber. He wants that convict cock up his ass
really badly. You're the bitch right, you admitted as much yesterday?"

Knowing I couldn't blow this opportunity after I'd come this far, I caved
and gave him what he wanted too here. "Yeah, I'm the bitch," I answered
back but with a little bit of sass in my voice.

"Wait here till the guard comes," he barked as he slammed the window
closed.

It took about ten minutes of total uncomfortableness on my part before I
heard the door lock being opened. Standing there was a big dude just as
mean looking as all the rest. Suddenly the glass partition slid open and
again another insult was hurled my way.

"There's sweet cakes," was bellowed almost chocking on his words as he
laughed.

"You Kent," the new guy snapped my way?

When I nodded my head affirmatively, he waved me over and barked, "Follow
me."

I was lead down hallways that were made from poured concrete and I already
felt apprehensive. Dreary gray painted walls were everywhere. The one good
thing was the fine-looking ass on my escort in his tight uniform
pants. From locked room after locked room, I was finally outside and
walking along the outdoor exercise area. It was a beautiful day and sun was
high in the sky. I couldn't help but stare at maybe thirty guys kicking a
ball around or sitting on the bleacher seats. Before long, cat calls were
shouted my way as I stepped up my pace to not get too far behind the guard.

"Come on over here good looking. Or dam, look at the ass on that dude, I'd
fuck him," filled the air as I tired not to pay attention to them.

As we approached a different building, I figured this is where the conjugal
visits took place. Made of cinder blocks but still with bars on the
windows, I got a tingle in my nuts at what I thought was about to go
down. When he unlocked the door, he told me to go in first. As my eyes
adjusted to the low light, I heard the door slam shit behind me.

Before me were lots of weight racks and lift stations. The smell of old
sweat and testosterone filled my nostrils. Instantly my spidey senses were
on high alert. The small hairs on the back of my neck along with my hairy
arm hairs stood up. The sound of the steel door slamming shut, echoed thru
the large room. Four convicts that were working out suddenly stopped their
movements and looked my way. I instantly knew something was wrong.

Like something out if a cartoon, all four-muscle bound skinhead looking
mother fuckers approached me in slow motion. For some reason my brain
couldn't process what was happening fast enough. I knew enough to turn and
step towards the guard for protection, but it was too late when I felt a
strong hand grasp my wrist. Within a split second, another grabbed my other
wrist and I was pulled back and into a solid hold. With two guys holding
each of my arms up to my shoulder, I was held in place as the biggest
stepped forward and promptly punched me in the jaw. Tweety birds instantly
circled my head as I was flung back but still held on to tightly. Before I
could even offer any resistance or defense of myself, a punch to my gut
finished me off.

As I struggled to breath, I tasted blood in my mouth. Dropped to the floor,
I was then kicked repeatedly. Over and over the blows to my body
happened. The kicks to my kidneys hurt the worst. I started begging for it
to stop, screaming "I give up." When the beating finally concluded, I saw
the guards black combat boots in my peripheral view. Within seconds of
that, my wallet fell to the floor before me.

"Look at this boys, we got us a real prize this time. Fucking State Police
officer," rang thru the air as I heard a few, "Fuck yeahs," shouted. It was
obvious they had found my badge. "I thought we had us a fucking town
cop. But holly shit, this just got epic. Fuck him up good boys, but don't
fucking kill him, understand," he instructed them? "Try not to fuck up his
pretty little face too bad because he's gotta walk out of here unsuspecting
like."

I was then grabbed under my underarms and pulled up.

"We're taking him to the showers and we'll take really good care of him,"
the convict in charge laughed. "Ready for some fun mother fucker," was
directed at me as my head was pulled up by him twisting my ear?

"Remember, don't kill him boys. After all, he is a cop for fucks sake. I'll
leave him with you guys till I get back," was the last thing I heard as I
was pulled across the floor with my feet dragging behind me.

Pulled into a shower type room, all I saw on the way was the tiles on the
floor. The smell of mildew hung heavy in the damp musty air. "Turn on the
showers so no one will hear him if he screams," was demanded as I was
dropped to the floor.

I was finally able to breathe again as I laid there scanning my
surroundings discreetly. One after another shower head started spitting
water and filled the void.

"You going to cooperate with us or are we going to have to beat your ass
some more," the leader yelled down at me?

"I'll do anything I have to," I answered not looking up as I worried for my
life.

"Get your fucking cloths off pig. And I mean everything."

I instantly knew I was going to be raped and I started to shake
uncontrollably. Allowed to get to my feet again, I hurt so bad already I
couldn't think of being beat even more. I knew I was out numbered and fully
at their mercy. Cooperation was my only option no matter how scared I was.

I kicked off my boots and then peeled off my shirt. The four stood around
me like hungry wolfs salivating. I burned every one of their faces into my
memory to get retribution afterwards if I lived thru this. The obvious one
in charge was about forty years old. With a shaved head and tattoos
everywhere, I'd hate to run into him in the real world just as badly. The
other three were his clones with shaved heads and various jail house art
work covering their arms and chests. With a quick glance, they looked to be
much younger and more eager. Followers, not leaders struck me instantly.

"Oh fuck, this is going to be good," one said as I started to undo the top
of my pants. "I bet he's tight as fuck don't you," another chimed in as I
watched them start to get naked. In unison they all removed their dingy
white tee-shirts and exposed their muscled upper chests. As hungry as they
might have been seeing my body appear, I was God smacked at the beauty of
theirs. With nothing more to do in a day besides working out, it showed on
every inch of their upper chests. Believe it or not, for a split second I
thought this maybe would not be too bad after all.

After I was nude, I was directed into a long shower room with tons of
shower heads. I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of them
removing their bright orange basketball shorts. Thick hairy crotches came
into view with various lengths of soft cocks swinging. Some were more
obviously gifted than others. As I limped halfway down the tiled enclosure,
I was told to stop as I approached some of the spouts shooting water.

"Face the wall asshole and assume the position," was yelled at me as I
place my hands against the cold tile wall. I arched my back and hips
outward knowing exactly what they wanted.


I noticed my cock was shriveled up into a small turtle looking head that
was afraid to come out. I stood there waiting and wondering how this tuned
out this way so quickly before I was approached from behind. It was the
ring leader and obviously he was going to be first.

"Watch him guys and if he does anything stupid while I'm crawling up his
ass, beat the crap out of him again," was ordered as I felt the heat of his
body come close to my back.

"You cooperate and you're out of here before you know it copper," he
mouthed off behind me. "This aint my first pig pussy boys," he then yelled
to the others watching us. I bagged two others before on the outside. Took
them against their will just like this mother fucker. A roofie in a cop's
beer sure does make for a fun night," he laughed.

Focusing his attention towards me now, he leaned in closer to my ear and
explained the situation. "Me and the boys are going to have us a little fun
at your expense just like you wanted," he said as I felt his ruff hands run
across my back. "Nice ass on you law man," he then commented as I felt him
trace my butt crack. "I'm going love bragging about this later," he bragged
in my ear.

When I lurched forward, he wasn't happy and grabbed me around the neck in a
tight vise like grip. "You aint going anywhere bitch," he mouthed
angrily. "You're a piece of meat that's here for our enjoyment bitch. You
obviously pissed off someone royally and we're your punishment."

With his hand still wrapped around my neck and squeezing even tighter, I
felt him begin to work his cock into a hardon. Tap after tap of his fist
hit against my butt was felt as he worked the blood into his shaft. When he
stepped closer to me, I knew it had begun. His cock head then parted my
cheeks searching for my pucker. When success was found, he pushed against
it quickly. There is nothing worse than a dry cock trying to invade your
asshole. But that was the reality I was facing. I winced with pain and
groaned out loud as he breached me. It hurt like a mother fucker but it
still didn't compare to the pain I felt elsewhere in my body. When I fought
back by lurching forwards again, he released the hold on my neck and
punched me in the ribs. I swear he broke two of them at that moment.

As I fought for my breath again, he finished his insertion. I had no
resistance left in me and allowed whatever to happen, happen. It was
obvious this wasn't their first time raping a dude and they knew all the
tricks to make you succumb. With each painful inward stroke, he sunk deep
into the depths of my guts. Before I knew it, he was balls deep and
beginning to enjoy himself. I think he could feel my unwillingness to
resist anymore as he wrapped his arms around my lower waist and pulled me
in tighter to his groin. Encouraging me on with whispers of how great I
felt, I closed my eyes and admitted my fate.

Within a minute, I was uncontrollably arching my hips back to his forward
thrusting and allowing myself to be taken fully. Despite the fact he was a
rapist, I started to allow myself to enjoy the moment. I mean, what else
could I do?

He thrust hatefully and forcefully as he slapped my butt cheeks with his
groin. I knew we were being watched and it excited me somehow. I know, I'm
a sick fuck. But lust was overtaking me and I couldn't help myself.

"Mother fucker getting a fucking hardon," was shouted by someone around
us. "Fucking asshole is enjoying this, guys," was hollered next. My body
was betraying me with everyone watching.

It wasn't long after that I felt the guy on my back rabbit stab me and
start shooting his cum deep within me. Three or four deep groans were heard
from his throat as he emptied his nuts. With no fan fair, he pulled his
cock from me and stepped back. It only took seconds before another took his
place. The second rapist breaching of my asshole was much easier to
take. With the cum deposited, my ass was lubed and easily entered. I
grunted as he climbed aboard and began his assault.

Halfway thru his assault on my pucker, my balls emptied with a climax that
drained the rest of my energy. I never touched my cock but the stimulation
I was receiving pushed me over the edge. I shot cum like I was a teenager
again. I could see the ropes of cum hit the wall in front of me and run
down the tile.

"Mother fucking faggot shot his load," was shouted in my ear from the guys
behind me. "Fucking pervert," was barked in my ear as he doubled down on
his thrusting.

When the last one was done, my guts were so full of cum I couldn't contain
it all. Streams of liquid ran down my inter thigh just before I collapsed
to my knees. To add insult to injury, one of them rushed up on me and
started pissing on my back. As the stream arched, it splattered at my neck
and the top of my head.

With a tinny echo sound, I heard the voice of the guard who lead me here
ring thru the air. I wasn't sure how long he was around, but he must have
witnessed some of the last assault on me. The guy behind me had finished
his piss and then kicked my back so I lunged forward for extra credit.

"You did good guys I see," he started off with. "At least he's still
breathing," one of the rapist laughed as the others joined in. "Fucking
faggot sprung a boner from the get go, so you know he enjoyed it no matter
what he might say later. Even got his gun, can you believe that shit. I
never saw a dude whose getting raped enjoy it like he was. Hey copper if
you want more, come back sometime," was shouted my way. "If that fag causes
us any problems, we all will swear he wanted it boss," they told the guard.

"No worries about that, guys. He isn't going to cause us any problems. Aint
that right law man," he bellowed my way? "The extra money promised you will
be deposited in your commissary account later today boys. Now get on out of
here before your missed," he instructed them.

With the clunk of a door, I looked up only to see the guard standing there
looking at me.

"Get dressed man so I can get you out of here," he then barked my way. As I
slowly stood, he tossed my cloths towards me. He stood there watching me
pull on my underwear and then try to pull my pants up. With the pain I was
still feeling, it was hard to move at all. After I managed to get my
tee-shirt on, he stepped towards me.

"On your knees again dude. You aint finished yet," he commanded of me as I
saw him start to undo his belt.

As I assumed the position, he undid the top of his uniform pants and
reached into his underwear slit. Hauling out a limp cock that was nice and
fat looking, he motioned me towards him. I knew what he wanted and was
willing to do anything at this point to get my freedom. When I was lined up
perfectly with his groin, he laid down some rules.

"You bite me or rake my cock with your teeth and I'll beat you unconscious
with this stick," he instructed as he hauled out his night stick from its
holster gripping it in his right hand. "We understand each other," he asked
of me as he tapped it across my shoulder blade for emphasis?

I looked up at him and nodded my head I did as I reached for his cock. "And
you better swallow my nut too," he added as I placed his cock head on my
tongue.

As I sucked his cock, it grew into a nice seven-inch specimen. He didn't
have a pronounced cock head but did have a nice gapping piss slit which I
dug at repeatedly. I was impressed with the girth of his shaft as he came
to full hardness. I couldn't get to his nuts to grip them but I could taste
precum leaking quickly. It was obvious to an experienced cocksucker he was
packing a load that needed released. The smell of his leather belt added
with the scent of freshness of his clean uniform was intoxicating.

I could tell by his increased breathing that this wouldn't take much longer
and I was happy about that. When his balls let loose with two very strong
surges of cum, I swallowed as quickly as possible. When the flow eased, I
savored the taste of him and strongness of the smell. In another situation,
I'd be happy to service him again sometime.

He didn't allow me much time after he shot to clean his shaft before he
stepped back from me. As he pulled himself back together, he instructed to
stand up.

"You keep your mouth shut about what happened here today, especially what
we just did and life will just go back to normal. You cause any of us
trouble and you aint seen nothing yet law man. We understand each other,"
he barked at me as he pulled his belt tight?

I nodded knowing it was what I needed to say in order to get the fuck out
of here. Handing me back my wallet, I quickly checked to see if my badge
was inside. Satisfied that it was, I could barely walk as he unlocked the
steel door and the brightness of the sun hurt my eyes. I followed him out
and limped slowly behind him as we made our way past the inmates who were
still in the yard. Cat calls and whistles were directed my way as they knew
what had gone down inside the building. I was glad when we had made it to
the next locked door and he opened it. Back inside the main complex, I
shuffled thru looking for anyone I thought I could trust to tell my story
to.

But the only people around were other guards and I could tell they were all
in on it. Chuckles and turned heads trying not to notice me were
everywhere. In my opinion, anyone with a non-guilty brain would know
looking at me what had happened.

When I entered the room where the guard was that I filled out the
paperwork, I turned and glanced at him as I held my aching side. He
puckered his lips in a kissing motion at me and flipped me off. Focused on
only getting out of this shithole, I played it cool and was finally outside
the facility. Somehow, I managed to finish the journey to my truck and sat
in it for about fifteen minutes before I started it. In the mirror my lip
was busted and my eye socket was already swelling. I ran my tongue around
my teeth hoping I still had all of them.

I wondered if I should go to the emergency room as I sat there gasping for
air? But I quickly realized it would raise all kinds of questions I didn't
want to answer just yet. I swore in my pain ridden state I'd report this
and nail their asses to the cross.

How I made it home driving I still don't know. I had to run the window down
to stop smelling ass and dried piss that hung around me. I didn't know who
to focus my anger on. Was this the result of Jeff's doing? Was it the guard
who he admitted he was fucking? Or was it the guard at the information
desk? I figured I would never know unless someone someday admitted it. One
thing I did know was I will never do something as stupid as this again I
swore.

I was super fortunate my mom wasn't home when I got there. It was the
rehearsal dinner night and the place was all mine till late tonight. I
stumbled to the bathroom and took half a bottle of Advil in
desperation. Running a bath with scalding hot water, I stripped off my
clothes and assessed the damage to my body. Whelps and redness were abound
on my chest and back. At least my underwear wasn't blood stained as I
feared. My asshole was sore as fuck and burned like I had Mexican for
lunch.

Easing into the bath was the most amazing thing that had happened to me
that day. I sunk down deep up to my neck, and literally passed out. When I
awoke an hour later, the water was cool and I wondered how I had not
drowned. But the bath was exactly what I needed. It helped ease the aches
and pain I noticed as I got out. By now it was getting dark and I limped to
the kitchen naked. I fixed myself some soup and once finished I crawled
into bed super early.

The next thing I knew, I was awakened by my mom banging on my door at 8
AM. "You want some breakfast Kent," she yelled thru the door?"

When I declined, she asked if I was alright? I reassured her I was as I
eased my frame up and sat on the side of the bed. "Man, I still hurt," I
said softly to myself as I sat there. My ribs were the worst and it still
hurt to breath. But my buddy between my legs was stiff as a mother fucker,
pointing up at me with a morning hardon. As I stared down at my piss slit
that was gaped open, I knew I was going to live at least for another day. I
reached down and gave him a reassuring grip thankful he still worked.

"I Ironed your suit and hung it in the hall closet," my mom then yelled as
she also informed me, she was taking off for the church. "You'll be there
right," were her last words as I reassured her, I would.

When I heard the front door slam shut, I stood up and pulled on some
underwear before I made my way to the kitchen. My mom had left some
breakfast on the stove for me and some hot coffee in the pot. As I sat at
the table, I stared into my cup of black joe. I did some heavy thinking and
I always came to the same conclusion. I rationalized there was nothing I
could really do about what had happened to me yesterday unless I sacrificed
my career. It pissed me off to no end to realize they had gotten away with
the perfect crime. After taking a deep breath, I got up to get ready for
this fucked up wedding.

 Shaving was the hardest part about getting cleaned up as my face was
fucked. My eye was really swelled now and was starting to turn
purple. Toothpaste irritated the inside of my cut mouth and swelled lip.  A
hot shower was invigorating and allowed me to put all of this into
perspective. After dressing in my monkey suit, I realized other then my
face, I could pull this off.

I made it to the church just as the services were starting. I drew all
kinds of side eye looks when they saw me. Over and over, I was softly
asked, "What happened to you?" The perfect answer I found was, "Bar fight
last night. You should see the other guy." It worked every time.

My so-called sister seemed to take great pride at seeing me look less than
perfect. No words were exchanged between us but none needed to be. Much to
my dismay, I found out my mom had invited my ex-girlfriend, Mary. It was
very uncomfortable meeting up again at a wedding, especially when we had
one planned ourselves. I was cordial and we exchanged pleasantries. But I
made a fast exit when I had the opportunity.

At least my mom was worried about me and it felt good to be fussed
over. But with every kind comment from her lately came a dig somewhere
along the way. Sure enough, it came quickly. "See, if you had married Mary
you wouldn't be hanging out in bars at night getting into fights."

At the reception, I ran into my ex-brother-in-law. I was really surprised
he was there. Shadowed by my nephew, I was shocked to see how big he had
gotten. He was defiantly going to be a real chip off the old block.  After
the "What the fuck happened to you," question was asked again, he
introduced me the date he brought. After pleasantries, she asked if we
would both like more champagne? When she stepped away, he leaned in close
and asked, "I don't what it is, but this new look makes you look rugged as
fuck," he laughed as he punched my shoulder. When I winched in pain, he
apologized.  "Hey, you up for slipping away later and letting me fuck you
again? I got a nut sack full of what you love bro. That is if you are not
hurting too badly. I promise to go easy on you," he laughed.


About five months later just before going on shift, I was called into the
chief's office. He wanted to know how well I knew a guy who had used my
name as a reference. I was dumb founded at first and didn't recognize the
name but when he showed me his driver's license picture, I knew who it was
instantly. It was the guard from back home who had ushered me to the weight
room and offered me up to those rapists. And I had to blew this mother
fucker by force. Now he was using my good name to try and get a job down
here now.

You understand my dilemma guys. What would you do?


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