Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2017 19:46:22 -0400 From: Cresive Subject: My Rushed Physical part 4 My Rushed Physical Exam, Part 4: A Policeman's Ball By Cresive Before we start! Don't forget to support this site. Donations are always appreciated. Let's keep the archive going!! This story delves back into a more factual experience. I hadn't planned to share it, but after including the protagonist in my more fictitious story, I thought I would go ahead and share it. I hope you enjoy!! It took me a few days to process all the emotions and experiences I had during my day at Mr. Wallace's house. As you can surmise from my background, I am not used to being seen naked, and especially not comfortable being seen naked by so many clothed people! I had a restless first couple of nights trying to get over my anxiety of being naked and helpless before those men. My throat hurt for a day or so, and I thought I was getting sick. I was lucky that sex with Mr. Fahy had been so gentle as my ass didn't hurt at all. In fact, I almost enjoyed my experience with the burly policeman. Fortunately, by the time I had to go back to school on Monday, I was mostly recovered. My voice was still a bit hoarse, but otherwise, I was good to go, physically. I didn't shower after gym class, and I didn't have wrestling practice anymore, so I didn't have to worry about anybody seeing me naked again. This was a huge relief, psychologically. Mr. Wallace had not called for me to work again, and I totally avoided going into his store. In fact, I didn't go near it for a few weeks after my experience there. Just as I was mentally cataloging my experiences with Mr. Wallace, I had another run in with Mr. Fahy. Actually, I didn't have a run-in, but I was in a car with some older boys who managed to get us in trouble. I know you may think I am not holding myself accountable for things I did wrong, but I hadn't grown old enough to do much to get into serious trouble, yet. I was at the movies with some friends and we got separated. My friend's mom is kind of a bitch, so when I didn't make it to the car within her allotted time, she probably just drove off. Fortunately, I ran into a guy who knew me through my older brother that said I could get a ride with his friends. Since I was on the other side of town, I gladly accepted. There were three of them (I was naïve enough to think that they had seen different movie). We all piled into a Chevy Nova that had been tricked out a bit. Knowing who most of the guys in the car were, I felt safe enough, and even a bit more adult for hanging out with older guys. On the way home, we got pulled over! Apparently, the other guys had been drinking (the drinking age was 18 then, although I don't think anyone in the car was of age), and they were having a little too much fun driving. I didn't think we were behaving that badly, but I later found out that the driver had a rep with the police, and his car was rather easy to ID. The cop who pulled us over called in his supervisor to help with the group. At least three cop cars pulled up. So many police showed up that they wound up out numbering us. The older guys were really getting the royal treatment and I wasn't being treated too politely. Some of the other guys were telling the cops to leave me alone as I was being walked to another squad car. Just as I was about to give some attitude (like the older guys), I heard a somewhat familiar voice say "What the hell are you doing with that lot, Nipper?!" I spun my head around so fast, I almost lost my balance. Mr. Fahy was walking up to me to find out what my story was. Upon seeing him, the attitude I had intended to give went straight to hell. He walked up to me, asked me what I had to do with the other boys and what had we been doing? I was a bit overwhelmed at the sudden and unexpected appearance of Mr. Fahy, and lost my ability to communicate. Mr. Fahy's face grew stern, but he soon realized that I may be in shock and unable to respond. He grabbed me by the shoulder and walked me away from the commotion. When we walked about 50 feet, he asked what I was doing again. I told him that I was at the movies with my friends, we got separated and these guys were simply giving me a ride home. I guess my sincerity, and the fact that Mr. Fahy had literally deflowered me a few weeks earlier, got me off the hook. Mr. Fahy walked me over to an unmarked car and put me in the passenger seat. He walked back to the group of cops who were hassling the older boys, said something and returned. Mr. Fahy got into the car and drove off with me wondering what was happening. He said that I didn't need to be involved in what was going down and that he was going to take me home. He called in that he was going off duty for a bit and we drove off. About half way to my house, he pulled into different neighborhood and into a two-car garage attached to a nice, middle class house. As the garage door was coming down, Mr. Fahy, got out, came around the car and opened my door. He escorted me into the house and told me to take off my shoes as he was doing the same. He said he didn't like to track the outside dirt into his house. His place was rather clean, so I complied and took off my shoes and left them at the door. He walked me into his den, sat me down and returned to his inquisition. After repeating my story several times without change, he was satisfied that I wasn't involved with anything the other group was doing. He did say that I needed to wash up and get the grime from the other people off before he took me home. I didn't really notice anything, but I did as I was told. He had me remove all my clothes and hand them to him. For some reason, I didn't mind getting totally naked for Mr. Fahy. Perhaps it was because he was so gentle with me the last time--if you excuse the spanking that is. Either that, or I figure there wasn't much of me he hadn't already seen in detail. He walked me into the laundry room, where he put all my clothes in the washer. He then marched me into the master bathroom and into a huge (today it would be called a two-man) shower. He had me walk in front of him so he could watch my butt jiggle. He mentioned that I had a nice butt and I moved in a fluid fashion. Once we arrived in the bathroom, Mr. Fahy stripped down, and got into the shower with me. Even though this was our second shower together, I was still enthralled with Mr. Fahy's body. He was twice my size both in height and in girth. He wasn't fat, except for a little belly which seemed to fit his body nicely. I would say he was stocky. Quite handsomely stocky!! His strong arms and hands took charge of me as he proceeded to wash me from head to toe. He started with my hair, which he shampooed and then put in conditioner. While that soaked my hair, he washed every inch of my body. He started with my shoulders and arms, under my arms and down my sides and chest. He vacillated between being thorough and being rather sensual. This kept me on the edge for the entire bath. He even cleaned out my belly button. He skipped down to wash each of my feet, including in-between my toes. This tickled and I had to put my hand on his muscular shoulders to keep from falling. Mr. Fahy paid no attention to that and continued to scrub my feet and up my legs. By the time he worked his way to my genitals, I was harder than a lead pipe. Mr. Fahy's masculine hands reached out and washed my balls and rigid cock. I was mesmerized as I watched his large, hairy hands caressing me. I immediately notices how much hairier he was then I. I Wouldn't necessarily classify Mr. Fahy as a bear, but his body was so much more mature than mine was at the time. He was also much stronger and to watch his big hands engulf my package almost made me cum on the spot. When he had finished washing my tackle, he turned me around and had me bend over so he could do my butt. He began by running his hands up and down my thighs and inner thighs as he eventually made it to clean out my ass crack. His face was only inches from my asshole which he gave a thorough scrubbing. As he washed my asshole, he kneaded my butt cheeks and made sure he got a good look at my gloryhole! For some reason, I found this intrusion on my privacy rather stimulating. Once he finished with my ass, he rinsed out my hair again, and dried me off. He then dried himself as he took me to his bed. Unlike my previous experiences, this night turned out to be rather enjoyable. Mr. Fahy picked me up, and gently placed me in his bed, face down. He lifted up my hips and spread my legs. He then began to tongue all around my butt cheeks and anus. He rimmed me for a good 10 minutes, before proceeding to stick his tongue all the way into me. Since this was my second experience with someone's tongue in my ass, I wasn't as shocked. I was also enjoying Mr. Fahy ministrations, much unlike my previous tonguing experience. I have no idea what overtook me, but I was turning to Playdoh in his hands. He was rubbing up and down my legs and every time the back of his thick fingers caressed my balls, I felt an electrical charge run straight to my brain. By the time Mr. Fahy had finished with his tonguing, I was in a surreal, fugue-like state that left me completely submissive. Mr. Fahy then turned me over so that I was now on my back looking up to him. He gave me a Cheshire cat smile, as he whispered "so you liked that, didn't you, Nipper?" I was too much under his spell to respond, which he seemed to totally understand. He gave a small chuckle and lifted my legs to rest on his wide shoulders. Even in my fugue, I understood what was about to happen, but I didn't fight it. I couldn't. In fact, I think I wanted it. Mr. Fahy had totally beguiled me. I would have let him do almost anything at that point. Mr. Fahy reached to his right, and found some lube of some sort. It wasn't Vaseline, but it did the trick. He lubed up my butt, and he seemed to especially enjoyed lubing up my ass. Since my legs were riding his shoulders, he had a bird's eye view of my pucker. He seemed to relish in fingering me. At first, I had a bit of a start when he inserted the first of his thick fingers, but I settled down as he manipulated my ass rings. By the time he inserted his massive cock, I hardly noticed. He slowly, but determinedly started to fuck me. For some reason, feeling his big cock going in and out of me didn't trouble me. Mr. Fahy had properly prepped me, so there really wasn't any pain. The fullness actually felt good. I realized that I enjoyed having Mr. Fahy inside my body and really felt like I was where I wanted to be. Mr. Fahy kept up his pace of pushing his big cock all the way in and slowly pulling it out. I felt his pubic hairs tickling my backside as he was fully in me. He would then pull out until only his big cock head remained in me. He then repeated the process for what seemed like hours. I was so engrossed in being deflowered again, that I hadn't any concept of what time it was. I was only concentrating on the large cock going in and out of my body and the fact that I was totally submitting my body to Mr. Fahy. I teased Mr. Fahy by rubbing his ears with my feet. He seemed to like that and even turned his head to take my toes into his mouth. Having him sucking on my toes as he was fucking me pushed me over the edge. I know people talk about cumming without touching themselves, but I felt completely touched. Mr. Fahy had my body, and my mind in his control. When I felt his tongue licking under my toes, I couldn't handle the overload of emotions and sensations and came all over my belly and even shot onto my face. Mr. Fahy had a good laugh at the sight of me. I am sure I looked terrible, ass up in the air, cum on my face, and rolled up tighter than a burrito. Just as I was about to apologize, he released my toes from his mouth and bent down a little to lick the cum off my face. He was so gentle that I barely noticed how scrunched I was. I guess I was still limber from wrestling. Either that, or I really was putty in Mr. Fahy's hands! He straightened up his body a bit, as he picked up his pace. I guess the taste of my cum was the proverbial camel's straw as he quickly picked up the pace of his fucking me. Suddenly, Mr. Fahy, tensed up as he pushed his big cock all the way into me and began to deposit his seed. It must have really been a while since he had sex, as he shot and shot and shot. After what seemed like his tenth load, his body relaxed a bit, and he pulled out of my ass. As he removed his penis, he let my legs down and rolled me onto my belly all in one motion. I just lay there basking in my afterglow. Mr. Fahy sat back on his feet and looked at my crotch. I am sure he was looking at my cock and balls which were pushed against the mattress, as well as my open ass. I have no idea whether or not my ass was closing, or remained open from the stretching. What ever it was doing, Mr. Fahy was enjoying the show. He inhaled deeply and as he let out his breath he began to compliment my ass. "You are one hot piece of ass there, Nipper! If I was younger, I would plow that all night!" He then rubbed my legs and the soles of my feet while he continued to ogle me. He complimented me on how smooth my skin and even my feet were. In fact, he said my feet were softer than many women's hands. I had no idea if this was a compliment or an insult, but I was too relaxed to even consider the question. As he caressed me, he chortled and said, "Fancy running into you this evening of all evenings! I am glad I showed up when I did. You could have been in deep trouble." I had no idea what he was talking about, and at that moment I couldn't care less about the outside world. I was content and felt totally safe with this big cop. I was enjoying both the afterglow and the feeling of his big hands rubbing my feet and legs. Eventually, I rolled my torso over, but twisted to that I still gave him a nice view of my ass. Since this was the first time I had actually had love made to me--the previous experiences were more akin to rape--I didn't know what to do next. I asked him what he wanted me to do, figuring he would probably make me run home to my house wearing only the cum in my ass. To my surprise, he got up and went into the bath. He peed, and returned with a warm towel and gently wiped the lube off my ass, and the cum off my chest and belly. He put on a bathrobe, and then came to the bed to take me into his laundry room. He put my clothes into the dryer and turned back to look at me. "I should probably get you something to cover up, but I enjoy seeing you all naked." I said I was getting used to being naked in front of him, so we just went into his den to talk. He put down a towel so I didn't mess up his couch, and we sat and chatted. He had me sit so that my closest leg was on the couch and the other on the floor. This kept my legs open so he could look at my cock and balls when he liked. He was in his bathrobe which hid most of him, but sometimes I could get a glance or two as he would readjust himself. He reached out and fondled me as he told me that the police were on the lookout for trouble makers and that I had strayed into a nest of them. He dropped my cock and began to run my sparse pubic hair between his thick fingers and thumb. I didn't have a whole lot of hair, but he was enjoying himself so I let him continue. When I repeated that I had really just accepted a ride in lieu of having to walk home, he relented. He did warn me to stay away from that crowd. He then turned his attention to my balls where he gently rolled them between the same fingers and thumb. My balls looked so small in his huge hands. Even though I had just shot all over myself, watching his manly hands manipulate my testes got me hard again. Mr. Fahy had a chuckle about the resilience of youth and gave my cock a gentle swat. By this time, my clothes had dried and Mr. Fahy told me to get dressed. He kept my underwear as a souvenir. I didn't protest this, after all, I was leaving his house with a souvenir as well. He then drove me home, walked me up to my house knocked on the door. As my mom answered, she scowled at me, and then looked askance at Mr. Fahy. Ever the statesman, Mr. Fahy said that I had been separated from my ride, and that I was smart enough to approach a police officer to secure a safe ride home. This somewhat mollified my mom and she thanked Mr. Fahy for being so professional?if she only knew!!! He gave his good byes and left for his patrol car. My mom gave me the third degree, but I said that I got lost in the crowd leaving the movie and I don?t know how I missed my ride. I know she was incredulous, but so was I!! How DID I get left? I can't believe my friend, or his mom would leave me at the theater. At least I had a nice story to tell myself. I had to laugh at myself when my mom asked how I enjoyed the movie. After the experience with Mr. Fahy, I couldn't even remember it! After what seemed hours of my mom's inquisition, I made my excuses and went upstairs. As I undressed, I was dumbfounded before I remembered that Mr. Fahy kept my underwear. At this rate of losing underwear, I will be free balling before no time. I didn't mind. I stripped naked and went to bed with Mr. Fahy's seed still inside me. I had never slept naked before, but couldn't stand the thought of putting on any night clothes. I slept on my stomach to make sure nothing leaked out and slept soundly until the next morning. Unlike my previous experiences, I Wouldn't have any sleepless nights from this adventure!