Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:24:14 EST
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Give It Up Cop"  part 11

I jumped in my truck and carefully placed the only friend I felt I had now in
the passenger floorboard. Laying the bottle of liquor on its side I made sure
it wouldn't roll around and break. Placing my wallet in my glove box and
locking it, I started the truck and backed out of my driveway.
Hitting the interstate quickly I turned the radio up loud and listened to
country music as I drove. I badly wanted a drink from the liquor bottle as I
checked to be sure it was still secured. But, I was a law officer no matter how
low I was feeling and knew better. I rolled down my window and let the warm
night air rush in. I tried not to think of Mike and the events of today. But we
all know that's all you think of when you don't want to. Trying to flirt with
every large rig I passed in the darkness, I promised myself this was a new
beginning for me. All I wanted out of sex with other guys now was mindless
pleasure. Fuck the love and getting to know someone part. That wasn't me anymore. If
I made it thorough all the shit that might roll my way in the next few days or
weeks, I was turning a new leaf!  Honking my horn at a truck driver that
looked my way as I drove past him, he waved and I did also. Reaching down and
scratching my unconfined nut sack, I was feeling horny. Knowing the officer that
patrols this stretch of interstate at this time of night, I floored my truck
and broke the speed limit. If I was pulled over, I had no worries of getting a
ticket. As I rubbed my cock it swelled some as I thought of things to come!
Pulling into the truck stop I noticed how busy it was tonight. I usually wasn'
t here this early in the evening. All my arrivals were timed for after
midnight. At that time things were quiet and the truckers were parked for the
evening ready for bed. It was easy to walk down the long dark corridors and look up
at guys sitting in their rigs. You could tell who was interested and who wasn'
t.
Pulling over and parking, I suddenly had second thoughts as I reached for my
cell phone. Unbuckling my seat belt I reached for the Jack and took a long
heavy swig from the bottle. Burning like fire as it raced to my belly, I coughed
and breathed deep. Hesitating again as I started to dial the phone, the devil
on my shoulder called me a pussy! Listening to him had already gotten me here
tonight, so why should I stop now and I dialed the numbers. I pumped my cock
lightly as I waited for the phone to ring, smiling to myself that I had done
it. He answered quickly and seemed happy I was close by. He told me he was
parked at a small motel about a half-mile down the access road and was in room 8.
Hanging up I took another good swig of liquid courage and dropped my truck in
gear.
I found the place easily and pulled right in front of the motel room door.
The motel was a Mom and Pop kind of place that cratered to truckers. All around
the building was trucks parked in the field that faced the interstate. As I
got out I could hear the roar of the night traffic as it raced down the
interstate. Diesel fumes hung heavy in the night air as I adjusted the front of my
sweat pants. Walking towards the motel door I could tell the place was in need of
repairs. The light beside the door was broken and hanging down by its wires.
Taking another swig of liquor I knocked as I felt the effects of the booze
coming over me.
This guy I only knew as Joe greeted me instantly. The loud squeaking of the
old door didn't distract me from looking at him. He stood before me in only his
white jockey shorts and a pair of white socks. Not worried or shy that
someone might see him that way, he stepped half way out the door and put his arm
around my neck and ushered me in. As the door closed behind us he grabbed the
bottle from my hand and took a good stiff drink for himself. My eyes scanned the
run down dirty looking room and my noise noticed the musty smell. As I watched
him walk towards the double bed and sit my bottle on the night stand, he
instructed to me that the bathroom was over there if I needed to use it.
"This place isn't much, but I use it when I need some ass. My truck's
sleeper is too small for fucking so I use this place. Its cheep and works out well
for what I use it for," he said. "Nothing fancy for us right," he laughed!
He sat on the edge of the bed and began removing his socks as I watched him.
"You might as well get comfortable and start enjoying yourself," he said as
he stood and removed his underwear.
I pulled my tee shirt over my head as I watched him light a cigarette and
blow a large amount of smoke towards the ceiling. Kicking off my boots and then
pulling my sweat pants down and off he had started to pull the bed covers down
and off. I stood like a fool waiting. Not knowing what I should do next, he
looked at me and then barked,
"You looking for an invitation first princess, or are you going to get in bed?
"
Walking fast to the bed I crawled in as he watched me. Still standing beside
the nightstand he motioned me over to him. Scooting over the bed to him as he
stood by the edge he looked down at me with a scow.
"You new at this or something man," he asked?
Shaking my head no that I wasn't he aimed his soft cock at my mouth.
"You got to get him hard if you want him inside you. Now hurry up and suck so
we can fuck," he said real condescending as I opened my mouth and took him
in.
I instantly tasted old piss and as I wet his cock and began to suck him. I
could feel the blood pumping through his shaft as he swelled. He guided my head
with his hands as I bobbed up and down. It didn't take him long to swell and I
was soon gagging as he wanted to go further and further down my throat.
"Take it deep man," he moaned between humps.
I was having trouble breathing as he held my head tight against his lower
belly wanting to be balls deep in me. Gagging didn't stop him from holding me
tight as he barked, "Breath through your noise pussy boy!"
The sound of his cell phone ringing made him release my head and back off me.
As soon as he slipped from my mouth I took a deep breath and coughed. Over
and over I chocked as he answered the call. He didn't talk long before he was
beside the bed again.
"Seems my buddy will be here soon. I told him the place and room number. He'
s really looking forward to getting some ass off you. I told him how tight you
were last time even after being fucked by another guy. Figured you're the
type that wants to be with two guys, only I'm going to be first. Going over to
his heap of cloths on the floor I saw him fish in his pants pocket. He pulled
out two small tubes of lube. You know the type you find in a porn shop or
bookstore. He tossed me one as he opened the other for himself.
"Get yourself slicked up man, I need to hurry before he gets here and wants
you first."
Biting open the top of the lube I squirted the cold liquid on my fingers and
applied it to my hole. As I did that he lubed his shaft and walked back to the
bed. He reached for the liquor bottle and took another drink and then offered
it to me. My head was already woozy and I wasn't feeling any pain from the
effects of the booze I had already drunk. But I took the bottle anyways and
drank again. As I handed it back to him he sat it down and we crawled in bed
together. I instantly opened my legs as he got between them. He quickly bent my
legs back towards my chest and was in position. I moaned as I felt his cock head
part my ring and go deep.
"Also figured you're the no nonsense kind of fuck boy who's only after a
real man's loads, so lets get this going."
There was nothing gentle about our mating and he was only interested in
getting off inside me. I knew that quickly and fell into the new me fast. I gripped
him around his lower back and didn't hug him at all. He grunted like a bear
as I moaned like a bitch. The bed tapped the wall behind it as he thrust hard
into me. I was slowly scooted up the bed by his thrusts till my head was
against the headboard. Together we both sweat and I worked at getting him off. It
didn't take long before I heard those sound a man makes when he's about to cum
and Joe was making them. I tightened my grip on his shaft and milked him like
a pro.
" Yeah, that's it little bitch," came from him just moments before I heard
the first deep grunt sound of him cumming. Over and over he humped as he shot.
With each squirt he shot my hole got slicker. When he finally collapsed on me
I felt wetness running down the crack of my butt cheeks to the mattress below.

He crawled off me about as fast as he mounted me and we lay side by side. We
lay there in silence staring at the ceiling catching our breaths. He finally
lit another cigarette.
"Good piece of ass again buddy," he offered up as he got off the bed. "We
could do this regular if your interested? I like no nonsense fucking, get a man'
s load and move on! You understand that."
I sat up a little but felt the effects of the booze and quickly laid back
down. The room spun a little and I wasn't feeling any pain. I stuffed two pillows
under my head and watched him enter the bathroom. I could hear him taking a
long piss and then flushing the toilet. When he walked out he headed for his
cloths again he shook them out. Grabbing his socks he sat in the chair and
spread his legs wide as he pulled them on. I enjoyed looking at his empty sack
knowing I had its contents in me. As he stood and pulled his underwear back on he
asked,
"Who's Mike? You called his name out a few times as we fucked?"
I mumbled some kind of answer I don't remember what it was. I turned the
conversation back to him and asked where he was going? He said he needed to pull
out tonight to meet a deadline he had. He told me not to worry I could have the
room all night that it was paid for. About that time there was a loud knock
on the door. He pulled his pants on and then zipping them up before he opened
the door. Two ruff looking guys greeted him with handshakes and then they
entered. In the dim light from the nightstand lamp I could tell they were dirty
looking and both needed to shave. Dressed in old greasy blue jeans and open
sleeveless flannel shirts they looked my way before they huddled in conversation.
Between lowered voices I heard Joe say things louder off and on. Things like, "
He doesn't want to use rubbers." "Nah, he's clean, he's new at this." And
the final thing just before Joe walked out was, " He's lubed up and guy's take
it easy on him."
As the door slammed closed again I tried to sit up. But the room spun and I
felt sick. Lying back down was the only thing that helped. I watched as the
guys removed their cloths and talked low to each other. One headed for the
bathroom while the other made his way to the bed. I came up with some quick small
talk asking how they knew each other. Slowly pumping his impressive swelling
cock he spoke in a deep barrel voice.
"We drive together out of New York. Been on the road for 5 days without any
relief. I'm looking forward to this buddy. You're a cute little piece of ass.
Joe tells me you're a cum whore. We both have some full nuts for you. You're
clean right?"
I nodded my head yes. The next thing I knew I was being mounted by this bull
of a man who smelled like cigarettes and diesel fuel. He must have weighed
over 250 pounds as he crushed me into the mattress. My ass lined up perfect with
the guy and he started right away fucking me. I didn't fight any and gave
myself to this stranger as the booze made me fearless. Looking back I guess it was
the best thing to do. There was no way I could fight off both of them. I was
getting used weather I liked it or not. I could hear the other guy pissing and
then come back into the room. I knew he was watching us fuck. I suddenly felt
shy and awkward having someone watching me get nailed. Soon I heard the TV
come on and I saw him sit in the chair and start watching it. The guy fucking me
suddenly stopped and pulled out of me.
"Roll over cupcake I want to ride you doggy now."
No sooner then I was on my belly he was trying to enter me again. The guy
watching TV looked over at us as I groaned loudly as he pushed fully back into
me. But he soon turned back around as his buddy began to hump me again. The guy
on my back began snorting like the bull he was and I knew he would nut soon.
He squeezed me so tight I felt I couldn't breath as he slammed forward and
started to cum. Before I knew it he was off me heading for the bathroom and I felt
his buddy was crawling up the bed towards me. Still on my stomach he moved
into position. His hard pumping and rocking me around was all I remembered. I
guess I passed out from all the liquor I had drank that evening.
I was awakened by the sound of loud knocking on the motel room door. My head
hurt badly and the loud sound didn't make it any better. I crawled out of bed
pulling the sheet with me for cover as I answered the door. The bright
sunlight hurt my eyes as I squinted at the person at the door. It was an old Asian
woman who was the maid and wanted to clean the room. She told me check out was
in a half hour. I acknowledged her words as I held my head and told her I would
be out in a few minutes. I closed the door as she continued to talk. Looking
around the room it took me a few minutes to remember where I was and what I
was doing here. My first instincts were to check for my truck keys and they were
still in my boots. I then stumble to the bathroom to take a much-needed piss.
As I walked I began to feel the pain in my butt area began. I felt like a
Mack truck had bored its way up inside me. I stopped and reached my hand back to
check for blood. Feeling a thousand percent better when I pulled back
bloodless fingers I knew the tightness I felt from the hair on and around my hole was
dried cum.
Taking my piss I wondered if I should shower before I leave when I heard the
loud knocking on the door again. I knew it was time for me to get the fuck out
of here. Checking myself in the mirror, at first I didn't recognize myself. I
looked like death warmed over. My eye was indeed black and my lip was swollen
twice its size from Mike's punches. Getting my sea legs as I walked back to
my cloths, I dressed quickly. As I opened the door and headed out into the
fresh air I heard the cleaning lady call me a "Fucking whore." I was in no mood
to argue and continued to walk to my truck. As I backed out I flipped her the
bird and I could hear her yelling at me as I drove away.
The drive home was long and somewhat painful. Every large bump in the road
made my ass hurt and the sick feeling I had stayed with me. As I exited the
interstate I realized I needed gas. I was about empty and didn't even know it.
Picking a station that I don't usually frequent I figured I could get in and out
quickly unnoticed. I eased myself out the truck door and cringed with pain as
I headed inside. As I walked I was embarrassed for myself as I looked down at
my cock that was swinging wildly in my loose sweat pants. With no underwear on
I looked like I was looking for sex or something I thought. I paid for the
gas and all was good.
As I was pumping it I heard someone yell my name. My name preceded by officer
was yelled over and over. Looking around I saw a young boy in a van waving
and calling my name. As his mother looked my way I saw her talking with him.
Soon the sliding door opened and out he ran. He ran right up to me just as happy
as shit to see me. He started telling me I was at his school a couple weeks
ago and gave him my playing card. I remember doing an appearance at a school not
too long ago for public safety. As I though more I remembered him. He was
quite taken by me for some reason as I remembered back. I understood because it
happens a lot with young boys. They all want to be a police officer when they
grow up at that age. As I squatted down to make eye contact with him I found
strength in myself to over come all that had happened. I laughed with him and
poked his ribs as his mom walked up. She introduced herself and shook my hand.
She said I had made a difference in her son since he met me. She went on to say
he carried my playing card around with him all the time. Looking down at him
I asked, "That right squirt," as I rubbed his head?
He nodded yes and reached in his back pocket and pulled it out. I was floored
he thought of me that way. A hero to him as his mom put it! Suddenly all the
heartache I was carrying felt lighter. You see police officers in some cities
hand out playing cards with officer's pictures and name on them. Its sort of a
way to make us less fearful to the young kids and get their trust. This young
boy had just given me the best medicine I could get. He cared!
He asked why my face was cut and what was wrong with my eye. He almost cried
when I told him I had to fight with a bad guy yesterday. As I left there I
started to see things in a different light. Funny isn't it how the small things
change you.
When I got home the answering machine was again flashing. I avoided it like
the plague and headed for the shower. I cleaned myself up and went back to bed.
When I woke a few hours later I felt better and more confident I could handle
things. I worried about taking a shit but knew I needed to try. I felt relief
that I was just sore back there as everything worked fine. Facing my demons I
listened to the answering machine. It was my mom wondering if what my sister
said was true or not. I called her and denied everything! I made my sister out
to be a crazy woman, and she was really. So the lie took easy. I found deep
courage to call Mike and tell him the game plan. I will say he talked with me
but wasn't happy to. I told him I would help him through this and he wouldn't
loose visitation rights with me on his side as a law officer. I also told him
I still cared for him and would always be here for him.
Well of course my sister was super pissed off when we made her out to be the
crazy one. She called my bluff and contacted a couple of my fellow officer
friends. The weeks that followed were tuff for me. I didn't eat much and was sick
to my stomach with fear every day. I think I lost ten pounds and sure couldn'
t sleep. I finally confronted a few of my fellow brothers and told them my
side of the story. I learned to lie quickly and I found out I was pretty good at
it also! I went through a quiet period with some of them, but as time went on
things returned to somewhat normal for me. I was shocked when I went into work
one day on second shift and there was a picture of a naked man posted on my
locker door. I ripped it down and was pissed as hell on the inside but never
let it show. I figured the more you stir shit the worse it smelled.
Not too long after that I had a fellow officer on another shift come sit on
the locker room bench beside my in a towel. He had just taken a shower and
straddled the bench to where his big meaty cock showed through the split in the
towel. I knew he was married with kids so I played it cool and tried not to
look. The locker room was empty and I was in early having finished up a workout in
the gym. He asked point blank in a low voice if I was cocksucker like the
rumor going around about me said? Of course I said I wasn't in a pissed off loud
voice. He told me to quiet down and looked around before he spoke again. He
reached his hand down and lifted his nuts up as I looked.
"Any time you want some of this let me know." He winked at me and stood up
and went to the other side and got dressed. I had to watch as his nice ass
disappeared behind the lockers.
I'm still not sure what that was about, but right after that things started
to get better for me.  I started to fit back in again and was invited to drink
after shift with the guys again. Ever once in a while I will run into that
officer who offered his cock to me.  He'll just wink and smiles big at me and
sometimes adjusts his crotch.  I know he knows my secret, but he's keeping quiet
for now.
A few weeks after the shit hit the fan with Mike and me, he showed up about 2
am drunk on a Saturday night. I could tell it was him by the sound of his
loud exhaust when he pulled in the driveway. I didn't know what to expect when he
knocked on the door but I was ready to fight if that's what he wanted. But
the big lug wanted some ass off me as he put it. He was so drunk he could hardly
stand and I was glad he didn't kill anybody on the way over. I didn't argue
with him and helped him to my bedroom. I helped him undress and put him in
bed. Yeah we fucked and it was amazing.
In the morning I expected fighting and anger from him, but he was too sick. I
took care of him that morning and it was a turning point for us. Before he
left we made up and fucked again.
Things aren't perfect between us but we are trying to make a go at this. It'
s hard to have a relationship with a guy when you really have to hide. For now
we have to make the crazy sister story stick. This story isn't over guys, not
by a long shot. This is an ongoing thing that I hope to update up with
sometime in the future. I know a lot of you have been where I am now with a straight
guy. Say a little prayer for us and hope we make it work. I know a lot of you
wanted a happy ending for Mike and me. All I can say is I'm trying. Thanks
fuckers for listening to my story. I'm out there somewhere, you never know when
its me pulling you over! Remember that!

Thanks guys for all the great responses! _Dogbone421@aol.com_
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