Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2008 15:12:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca
Subject: The Confession - Part 3

The confession part 3
By Tapshorts with my permission -  Parkstranger

The usual warnings apply here, as if you are underage etc, etc. As you who
know, if you have read some of my stories in the past, I usually give
anyone permission to use my material if they wish. However, my faithful
friends, this time I had help. This chapter of The Confession is written by
my friend "tapshorts". I think he did an awesome job of picking up my story
and giving it a new life as such. If you enjoy his take on the confession,
please let him know -- you can contact him at tnytt@yahoo.ca and I'll
repeat again at the conclusion

- Parkstranger

			   The Confession part 3

Over hundreds of years mankind has invented thousands of sayings, proverbs
and what are known as 'old saws' which continue to be handed down over
generations. 'Waste not want not', 'a stitch in time saves nine', 'Murphy's
law, if anything can go wrong, it will', 'the best laid plans of mice and
men oft go astray' etc. It was the latter two of these that suddenly
changed the plans and the lives of the occupants of that squad car when the
radio suddenly squawked. "Sherriff, the judge wants you to contact him now
and he means right now".

Now law enforcement officers have certain powers but are subordinate and
subject to a higher authority, the law itself which can impeach presidents,
force huge financial empires to their knees and effect prosecutions under
the laws that itself can create so it was in less than a minute that Bud
found a callbox to make a private call which on his return resulted in his
directing the deputy to return to the station with both Red and Kent where
he himself left on an undisclosed mission.

Judge Silas Dodd was in his sixties, widowed and enjoyed a reputation for
fairness, firmness and incorruptibility and regarded as a model of probity
by the small town's population who could never have imagined that he had a
private vice in a passion for boys bodies.

Cautious by nature, this covert lust had been kept secret for years in that
he himself had adhered to the ageold dictum, known to this day as 'don't
shit on your own doorstep'.

His periodic absences for a few days were reputedly visits to an ailing
sister, but were actually spent in a distant city where boys could be hired
to satisfy his obsession with girly clothing and aging manhood. The judge's
only dissatisfaction with these encounters was the knowledge that his
partner was just in it for the money.How much more exciting it would be to
know that his victim, even if unwilling, had no option but to accede to any
perversion the old man might enjoy. It would spark a virility that he
hadn't known for years as achieving orgasm had become more difficult. He
might even find a boy who enjoyed being regularly fucked by an old man.

So it was with great interest that he heard Bud's request that he agree to
no prosecution.  Here was a chance to have a local teenager he could summon
day or night to his bed. He had seen Kent around town and liked his coltish
looks and if he was a little shy and rather unwilling, so much the more
exciting especially since the boy would have to submit to being dressed as
he wished and he had some ideas in mind.

" Yes, I agree Bud, however I must confirm that the boy was forced, so
bring him here for an in-camera hearing. He should be dressed in exactly
the same clothes and the scene re-enacted. If the boy was at fault I could
award him some mild punishment in private. You could run this Red character
out of town and tell that busybody Hanson the matter has been resolved and
to keep her gabby mouth shut".

The redneck cop was possessed of a good law officer's perception of the
underlying currents. He realised that both he and the elderly judge had
similar plans but they got along well with each other and would make a good
partnership. "Well your honour, I could bring him over later if you so
direct". Bud had much to do. The boy would have to be briefed to portray a
young innocent, shy and forced into sodomy. His underwear, now dried with
crusted adult sperm must be recovered from the laundry and worn again under
the satin shorts.

The judge felt a distinct hardening of his still ample prick as he watched
the sheriff drive away. He started to visualise the forthcoming legal
procedure of 'discovery'.  He himself could mimic the actions of the hobo
as the boy recalled them, the adult hands stripping, invading and removing
his flimsy shorts and undies, all under the pretence of verifying exactly
what had occurred.

 Three hours later the police car crunched over the gravel of the private
drive in the wooded area to the judge's home where it disgorged a rather
pale Kent and Sheriff Bud holding an evidence bag. They were taken to a
large recroom in the basement. The boy played his part perfectly as coached
by Bud who explained that if Kent's cooperation in the sex scene was
exposed it would result in being committed to juvenile detention and
endless terms of assessment by welfare agencies.

Judge Silas sat at a desk and extracted the evidence from the bag and laid
the garments out in front of him. He examined with great interest the satin
shorts and was thrilled to find the black silk panties stiff with dried
sperm both on the front as well as the back as he summed up the boy's
story. "So you took this shortcut through the park where the two tramps
grabbed you and forced you over the table? I want you to show me exactly
how you were positioned but first I think you had better don these garments
so I can better understand exactly what happened".

Kent, suddenly shy at having to strip in front of an old man he had never
met, had no option but to lower his jeans and white briefs, and when
ordered, placed them on the desk. He even blushed slightly as he stepped
into the black silk panties.  The judge reached so his gnarled hand
absentmindedly fondled the still warm cotton briefs as he relished the
scene of the silky black garment being pulled up the sturdy smooth naked
legs of the teenager, the effect of the silken touch caused an obvious
hardening of the young exposed prick.

Moving out from the desk to stand next to Kent, the judge said "Now bend
over the desk as you were on the picnic table when Mrs Hanson saw you... oh
of course your panties had been pulled down by then hadn't they?....was it
like this?".

The old man's hands trembled with the excitement of re-enacting the part of
the so-called rapist. He firmly grabbed the sides of the flimsy undies by
the hips and pulled them down to the boy's knees, quickly noting that the
area that had contained the bum was stiff with what must have been a lot of
adult ejaculate either shot onto it or leaked there from a flooded youthful
colon.  He was also thrilled to see that the front of the crotch now held a
few drops of a fresh new involuntary emission of precum on top of the
crusted cloth....Oh yes! the boy had undoubtedly juiced them thoroughly
with his own seed that time on the picnic bench. Was it forced or
self-generated Silas wondered.

The elderly judge suddenly sensed he himself was harder than he had been
for years as he viewed the soft curves of the bumcheeks now bared of their
last silky protection. He was unable to resist the temptation to gently
part the protective flanks of flesh to expose the object of his lust.
Although slightly reddened from what was likely recent use it seemed to
dilate slightly at its sudden exposure to the warm fresh air. This seemed
to give the impression of a childish welcome to the forbidden land.

For the first time since his youth the judge's mind ran out of control.

He only had to pull down his zipper, release his aged but steelhard member
and take a halfstep forward to thrust into the young warm wet waiting
cavity to release all the frustrations of old age and the largest quantity
of his thin watery semen he had accumulated in years.

The imagery made the desire so intense, so unremitting, the mind simply did
it for him as it returned to reality with the sensation of a hot wetness
flooding his underwear and even permeating the cotton boxers to run down
his spindly thighs..

Despite the intensity of the experience, he recovered his mantle of gravity
almost at once. He had appeared as the symbol of jurisprudence for so many
years it was easy to reassume his accustomed role as he moved to sit behind
the desk.  "Yes well....you may get dressed again boy, just put your jeans
on.....I think I have seen enough sheriff......You know that where evidence
is unsubstantiated in cases such as this, proper deliberation is
important".

His audience of two was impressed. He could have been a high court judge
summing up a complex murder case.

But ten minutes later, Kent dismissed to wait in the patrol car, his
instructions were far less formal.  "Bud, I think this whole affair can be
resolved quite simply. As I suggested, run the hoboes out of town implying
that they could yet be indicted, tell that busybody to keep her mouth
shut. I would like to see young Kent alone this evening to emphasize the
importance of silence about his own part in the matter".

It was not much longer before the sheriff drove quietly down the drive
delighted that the boy beside him would henceforth be available to fuck any
time he wished. The judge could likewise happily avail himself of the boy's
charms as often and how he wished, Red was not stupid and would keep his
silence. What better outcome could there have been.

Judge Dodd sitting at his desk held the conveniently forgotten white briefs
to his face inhaling the scents of healthy young virile loins, hormones and
sweat. Although his orgasm had been over, he hadn't failed to notice the
rampant erection on the boy as he dressed and how the black nylon of the
panties had been stretched to near bursting as it was forced to contain the
ample balls and engorged rampant young prick.

He found himself getting hard again.  Twice in one day! This should be a
night to remember.  Engraved in his memory was the moist sphincter that
seemed to try to open slightly. Oh there was no doubt he would not be the
first to force it well open but he could pretend it quite easily.

He had a locked trunk that contained all the necessary items to satisfy his
private fetish. The idea of a bridal theme was delicious. White stockings
and garter belt perhaps and sheer white lace-trimmed panties or even better
French knickers with such wide leg openings they wouldn't even need to be
removed. Stop it, stop it! go and shower before you.......

Two miles away at the jail, Bud Wadkins watched the boy finish the two huge
cheeseburgers he had bought him. He'd better have him showered before being
delivered to the old judge's mansion.  Later perhaps he might have the
chance himself.....

At exactly that moment, Old Red and his pal were getting comfortable in the
empty boxcar as the freight gathered speed and opening the bottle the
sheriff had produced when dropping them off at the yards.......

The boy burped contentedly adjusting the tight elastic of the panties.

He was pleased he had played his part well and given no hint that he had
enjoyed the sensation of hot jets from a grunting adult being injected from
the huge mass twitching inside him. What was the old man all about he
pondered....Oh well whatever......

Life went on......

All comments welcome and appreciated

tapshorts

tnytt@yahoo.ca

Parkstranger

lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca