Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2020 22:59:31 -0500
From: TL1205 <tl1205@ckt.net>
Subject: Trooper 51 part 1

This is FICTION mostly. It did happen up until the cop was looking in my
van.  Then the rest is totally bullshitting fiction. The part of the
story marked with (+) is where the fiction begins.  Consider throwing
Nifty $20.  This service is not free for them. By the way -- do not fuck
around with the law, entrapment is real and alive in many areas and your
life can be ruined.

Trooper 51

It was 1977, before cell phones, and before the aids outbreak. I was 25
years old and told the boss that I would be back on Tuesday as I headed
out for Parsons toward Bass Motors, I had just received delivery online
new Dodge Street Van on a Friday.  I had filled up the gasoline tank
with about 20 gallons of gas.  Of course, back then $20 at 63 cents a
gallon was a full tank of gas and then some.  I had driven to the east
side of my small city, about 14 or 15 miles away from the city limit.
At that location was a roadside park, with an outhouse.  I had locked
the van up, went inside the bathroom. No one was at the urinal and
proceed to lock myself in the only stall of the outhouse to give me time
and privacy while taking a very much-needed dump and started masturbating.

I was shocked back to reality as I heard a car approach to the outside
of the outhouse driveway.  I reached up took a small amount of toilet
paper and positioned it to the peephole so that no one could look in.
As I did so I realized that the car was a state highway patrol cruiser.
I sat back down in a hurry, and my heart was racing.  From around the
corner appeared a pair striped trousers, with a mirrored spit-shined
image on the belt buckle.  I knew then I could be in big trouble.  I
looked at the rather large glory hole toward his posterior and notice
that he had turned a little bit toward my direction.  As I sat on the
toilet, I will myself to be rid of the erection that I have been beating
on.  Of course, by this time, it was not hard to, especially with the
cop no more than 10 feet away from me.  Once again, he turned his left
side toward me, and I could not tell if he had an erection or not.  As
he turned around toward the other side, I could tell that he did have a
pistol on his right side, with the safety lock over the top.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest.  And for the life of me, I did
not know what else to do except just to sit there.  About that time, he
turned and I could tell that he had hoisted up his pants and a buckled
his trousers.   I looked out of the toilet hole I noticed that he did
not leave.  But from the small whole viewing to the outside I noticed
that he was looking at my new van.  I quickly cleaned myself up and
pulled up my own trousers and walked outside.  As I walked toward the
pavement, he turned to me and said: "OK I'll trade you the police
cruiser for your van straight up".  I turned to him laughing and said:
"You've got to be kidding."  He retorted back no, he would like to trade
me nevertheless. I told him that he must be crazy.  Trooper just laughed
and gave me big wide grin/smile that makes a gay man like me melt. Then
Trooper asked if he could look inside my van.  I said sure and walked
over to the side of the van and open to the side doors.  He looked at
the inside, which was brand-new, and noticed the only sitting in the
entire van was two Captain's chairs.  He looked around inside the van
and told me that I had my work cut out for me.  I told him that it was
going to the welding shop for fitting on the bed here in the next two
weeks and I showed Trooper the plans for the bed, closet, and bookcase
in the back of the van. (+)  We walked around to the other side of the
van, and I opened the driver's side, we looked at the new Captain's
chairs.  I got into the driver's seat and he shut the door and moved
closer to my side.  "I am going to have to ask you to follow me into
town," he said.  "Am I under arrest?" I asked. "I think it would be in
your best interest to follow me," he replied. As he walked away, he
glanced over his right shoulder back to me and I started at the van.  He
pulled past me to the far end of the park, pointed back to the highway
and waited for me to pull around to follow him back into town.

How was I going to explain this to my employer, my mom, and my friends
about me being arrested and hauled for God only knows what?  As I follow
him into the city, I noticed he had made a lot of radio conversations by
picking up and holding the microphone to his mouth.  I could not
understand what laws I broke.  Did he see me through the door beating
off before he entered into the urinal?  I did not understand why I was
being arrested, but I decided that I had to grin and bear it as I
followed into town.

As we drove into the city he intentionally slowed down.  On the far side
of the city was a street that headed south.  We turn down that street,
and it was then I knew that something was up, the cop shop was downtown
off of the plaza.  As you move down the street it went into a small
section of the city that is industrial and then it went into a small
area that was residential.  Going further into the residential section
there were rows of nice-looking houses with lawns that were manicured
instead of mowed.  On the left-hand side of the road, he turned into the
driveway of a really nice rock facade style house with a turret for an
entryway, with a border of wildflowers growing along the driveway.  As
we turned into the driveway, he pressed a button inside the cruiser, the
garage door and opened up and he pulled into the garage and parked next
to the wall.  I was sitting outside in the van, waiting for him to come
out, I had no idea what was going on.


He closed the garage door. Out from behind the adjoining garage door he
emerged and walked over to my van with his hat and tie off and the first
two buttons of his uniform and un-button revealing a nicely formed
chest.  "I am off duty now and just a plain citizen.  I had to get you
out of there are because as soon as my replacement came on board, he
would have busted you," he said. There was a pause, "Actually I think my
replacement would like to nothing more than to get a really good blow
job in the bathroom back there", he said.  There is a bit of silence.
"If you like, come into the house and get yourself a drink," Trooper
said.  I sat there are for what seemed like an eternity, weighing my
options.  Was I going to be arrested, when will we go into the house?
Was I going to be manhandled when I went into the house? What in the
hell was going on?  Trooper waited for about 15 seconds then turned
around walked down in the driveway turned walked down the sidewalk which
turned into the turret and walked up the step and into the front door.
As he entered the front door he turned around and looked at me and gave
he a prolonged wink.

I sat in the van for just about 20 seconds and then decided to go into
the house.  I slowly walked up the steps walk onto the deck, turned
toward the door and in walked inside the turret entryway. Inside was an
immaculately clean house, beige carpet, off-white walls, with muted gold
crown molding in the living room, with the scent of lavender in the
air.  As I looked to my right there is a section of the room divided
between the dining room and the entryway with the column's going from
the floor to almost 12 feet high.  I turned to look for my host and he
was nowhere in sight. Patiently, I waited and my hosts emerged from a
doorway in the hall walking toward me in a light blue bathrobe loosely
tied it in the front.

"Well just don't stand there and sulk, let's have something to drink,"
he said.  As I followed him into the kitchen he had moved to the
refrigerator and had the door open.  "Well, this is what we have, Bud
Light, Michelob, diet Pepsi, Sprite, and of course city water.  But
trust me; I would not drink that if my life depended on it. Especially
since they failed the water analysis test required by the state for
arsenic in the water!" I replied that diet Pepsi would be fine.  He took
out a Pepsi and a Bud Light. He motioned for me to come over to the
dinette set and had a seat.  He pulled out a chair and motion for me to
sit down and extended to me the diet Pepsi.  I noticed the wedding ring
on his left hand.  "Look, I know that you have questions, but, don't get
worried I'm not going to bust you, I'm just trying to do you a favor,"
he said.  As he popped the top of the Bud light, the bathroom robe fell
open slightly and I could see that he had absolutely nothing on
underneath.  He said, "I have asked my wife yesterday to have sex with
me, I even offered to pay her $200 [in 1977 money] so that we can be
intimate, but I guess the romance is gone out of the relationship.
There is nothing that I want more, right now, then for you and me to
relax and enjoy each other in the kitchen and in the bedroom. And, if I
offended you in any way, shape or form, I'm extremely sorry.  But I
would be willing to place a bet that you are at least bisexual, if not
totally gay." I sat there for five or six seconds trying to formulate a
response, trying not to look at his erection which is growing inside the
bathrobe and decided oh well, what the hell, it sure in the heck would
be entrapment if I was busted. I opened up the Pepsi and took a big long
swallow as it tickled down the back of my throat.  He took another big
long swallow of the bud light, and then we both looked at each other and
laughed.  The two of us came to understanding that, yes, we would enjoy
each other and yes, we would go into the bedroom.  As the beer and the
soda emptied into us, he moved closer to me, moved behind me and I
thought that he was going to handcuff me.  Instead, his hands moved up
to my shoulders and began to massage my neck and shoulders.  Damn! He
knew what he was doing, and my growing erection gave him a visual cue
that it was time to move to the bedroom.

He maneuvered to the back of me and started to massage my neck. He knew
exactly what he was doing. In a matter of seconds, I was totally hard
and putty in his hands.

He started to work down my spine; between my shoulder blades and lower.
He had me scoot the chair back against him and told me to lean into the
table. I did exactly as he wanted and was quickly rewarded with more
massaging down to my jeans. Then he traveled back up to between my
shoulder blades. Needing the flesh and muscles so expertly. I moaned
loudly as he massages my lower back. He leaned over me and whispered
into my ear, " hey darling - let's go into the bedroom and get
comfortable." I asked him if it was safe and that if we were going to be
interrupted since his wife was away. His response was that I was not too
worried she had gone to Kansas City to stay with her sister who is
delivering triplets and she would not be back for a few days. He says
neighbors to the north of him we're 80 years old probably already in bed
and the neighbors to the south of him we're probably having a fight
right now over some stupid thing or another. He told me I was safe and
the only thing that he wanted to do was to please me.

I followed him to the bedroom. He removed his light blue bathrobe and
hung it on the back of the bedroom door. His manhood stood tall and
proud pointing to the ceiling. He crouched down in front of me in and
unzipped my pants. He lowered my pants to my ankles and I stepped out of
them. He took my left hand and placed it on his shoulder, as he lowered
my underwear revealing my own erection that had been dripping pre-cum
profusely. I held his shoulder as I stepped out of my underwear. He
pulled me to the bed and told me to lay down across the foot of the bed.
He reached into a drawer and pulled out a tub of something. I asked what
that was and he said it was warming in massaging lotion. He started on
my neck again, except this time I could feel the chemical warmth with
his exquisite fingers needing my flesh and muscles. He traveled so
deliciously down my back all the way to the Apex of my glutes. Then
backed up to my neck again. He repeated this 4 times each time becoming
slower and more powerful needing my muscles underneath my flesh.

On his last pass, he stopped at the apex of my glutes and again
massaging and needing my muscled ass. That was it. I am a freak when it
comes to ass play and massage. His second pass of my glutes had me
moaning. He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Baby do you like
that"? I mumbled a "Yes sir" and then he decided to go for the Treasure.
Wiping his hands of the oil he deftly lubricated his fingers of his
right hand. Starting with his index finger things inserted ever so
slowly and then twisting it to where he could massage my prostate from
the inside had me about to the point of orgasm. He retreated his finger
to replace it with two fingers. Again, reaching into my soul and
stroking my prostate, and then tapping it 5 taps and then a long
delirious wait and another five taps. He retreated his fingers again and
this time inserted three fingers into my anus. Once he was inside, he
spread the three fingers out to stretch me for his manhood; always being
careful.

On the last retreat of his hand, there is a smidgen of feces. He told me
to lay there and let him take care of me. He left the room for about a
minute and returned with a female douche. It was filled with warm water
and he told me that he was going to give me an enema. He inserted the
end into my anus and squeeze the bulb and I could feel the warm water
entering me. He told me to lay there for a minute and he placed two
pillows underneath my hip to help the water clean me out. After a
minute, I was taking to the adjacent bathroom where I evacuated the
water. I sat there for good 10 minutes evacuating water and feces. He
was busy in the other room. When you came back to check on me he said,"
Darling, I think you need a wine enema to help you relax."

However, if I give you one, you will have to spend the night because you
will be legally intoxicated and I cannot allow you to drive home that
way." I replied," as long as you don't permanently hurt me or put me in
danger then I think I'll stay." He assured me that he would never do
that. I got up off of the toilet and he washed my bottom with soap and
water, fingering it with his index finger, and a washcloth. He led me
into the bedroom where on the four-poster bed there was a large red hot
water bottle with an enema tube attached. They were pillows arranged so
that the water would run into me as my ass was higher than my shoulders.
He had prepared a solution of 2 cups white wine and 1/2 cup of water. I
was placed on the terry cloth towels covering the pillows and the enema
tube inside my anus. He had me call out the time on my watch. And the
solution flowed into me. About 2 minutes into the procedure I was
getting very drunk. At three minutes, I had taken almost all of the
solution. I remain there in that position for a total of 12 minutes.
With his assistance, I was led into the toilet and with his assistance,
he turned me around and guided me to sit down. That wine hit me like a
ton of bricks. I evacuated my bowels four times. Then he guided me back
to the bed and gave me another enema of just plain water. Another trip
to the bathroom and I was clean inside and out.

He maneuvered me to the bed with me still very drunk and we spent the
next ten minutes touching and kissing and holding. Yep. I was drunk,
really drunk!  He put a pillow underneath my hips and lubed me with
olive oil. He mounted me tenderly. I felt his chest hair against my back
and his legs on the inside of mine.  Then the gentle probing to a line
his penis and my rear entrance. Good grief that penis felt huge and then
it felt really good inside of me. All I could do is moan as he took a
rather brisk and laborious fuck. I remember clamping down my anus to
make it feel better for him (those Kegel exercises paid off in spades)
hearing him say you really wanted this. And he was right. I wanted it
over and over again. Ten minutes later he tensed up and shot his wad
into me. I'm so drunk and horny I could not see straight. He rolled me
over to my back and starts to massage my prostate with two fingers up my
anus. Then three fingers up my ass. Then he started to go down on me and
it didn't take long. I felt that feeling of inevitability when you know
that it's going to be a massive come and there's nothing that you can do
about it.  He stayed with me and nursed every ounce of man milk out of
me. Besides being totally drunk, and the best orgasm of my life to that
point, I was exhausted. Sensing this, he rolled over to spoon me so the
both of us could get a little bit of rest before we start again. The
time was 6:10 p.m.

At about 7:30 p.m. I felt him move beside me. I looked at the clock and
realized that I was not as drunk now and he was incredibly hard again.
He took his time as he rolled my neck back and kissed my ear and then
traveling from my ear to my nipples. Then he transverse my chest to
nurse on my other nipple. My nipples are directly wired to my cock: My
ass and prostate is directly wired to my cock. I was popping wood and
enjoying being held. Kissing his way down my front he enveloped my penis
with his warm wet kisses. He deep-throated me to bring me to full steel
hard erection. And then he pulled my legs up to my chest and took each
testicle into his mouth. Oh, my good grief. While he was doing this, he
took his time to locate my prostate on the outside underneath my scrotum
with one hand and his first two fingers and inserted two fingers into my
anus to strum my prostate from the inside. By that time, I was leaking
sperm like a garden hose. He looked at my eyes and asked, "Darling, can
I bend you over the bed end, I'll put a comforter down and it'll be
really comfortable for you with your feet on the settee." I paused for
about a second then replied "yes".

He positioned me on the settee. There is an old worn comforter between
me and the mattress. That was a very comfortable position my entire
weight was born by the mattress and comforter with my legs being
invitingly wide for his access. After making sure I was comfortable, he
moved to my ass and knelt down to eat me. Holy crap! Good grief he had a
talented tongue also.

I was moaning and rock hard in no time. He spent the next 10 minutes or
so getting me ready. Have you ever just closed your eyes and let the
pleasure wash over you? He certainly knew more about stimulating the
anus more than what I thought he would. Then he took his time and lubed
himself and myself up with olive oil. He positioned himself and I was
ready for the taking. Instead of pushing in all at once, he pressed the
head of his penis into me one delirious millimeter at a time. I had the
distinct impression that I may be torn a little bit from the first
mounting but this was really nice. I can feel every single vein on his
penis as I entered my body. I can feel the clitellum of the penis stroke
my overly sensitive prostate. I was leaking precum. And then I can feel
his pubes against my glutes. And much to my surprise, he started a
circular movement with his hips that caused me to almost lose it every
time he angled his penis up to scrape against my prostate. He combined
this motion with a gentle rocking motion. Not overly physical but I
swear my eyes were totally rolled back in the sockets in my head because
the pleasure centers and my brain were lighting up like Times Square on
New Year's.

The man knew for sure how to fuck. About 10 minutes into the activities
this time around he started a slow and steady climb toward a more
vigorous poisoning type movement, combined with a smaller but equally
effective circular movement. At that point in time, I started my Kegel
exercises. I was bound and determined that I was going to milk every
single drop of man juice out of this stud. About 20 seconds into the
Kegel exercises I Heard him say, "Holy fucking I'm not going to last
much longer if you keep that up." And that's exactly what I did because
I wanted to give him the pleasure that he was given me. And I clamped
down on his penis as hard as I could for two seconds and then relaxed
only to repeat every 3 or 4 seconds just to enhance his orgasm. Three
minutes later, that's all it took, he replied, "Are you trying to fuck
me harder or are you trying to pinch my dick off." I just told him I
wanted to give him the most pleasure he could receive. He jackhammered
my posterior profusely. He groaned that he was there and I swear I could
feel his penis throb every time I bear down with my Kegel muscle. He was
sweating profusely, breathing erratic - his arms were trembling- his
eyes were clenched shut - his body has shifted into overdrive as he had
just experienced the most intense of orgasm of his life.

Now it was my turn. He rolled over on my back and gained his composure.
Then and only then - using his left palm held my legs in the air, using
his right right-hand he inserted two fingers into me to stimulate my
prostate. And then of a sudden, he quit. I replied, "That's not fair!"
He told me that he would be right back and true to his word he came back
with a vibrator. Again, he held my heels in the air with his left hand
and positioned the vibrator across the sensitive underside of my penis
at a 90-degree angle. That way the vibrating tip would stimulate the
underside of the clitellum. With two fingers "thumping" my prostate from
the inside. Holy shit - my breathing turned ragged and intense. He
looked at me and said," Darling, I want you to hyperventilate to give
more oxygen to the pleasure centers in your brain." That's exactly what
I did. He kept up his ministrations. I swear I can feel the orgasm build
for my toes and it hit me like two tons of bricks. My orgasm ripped
through me, piercing the very heart and soul and my being.  I knew that
I had shot harder than the first time as I hit my forehead. He retracted
his hands from my rectum and laid my legs flat. I had shot so far that
the come landed on my forehead, with the second volley landing on my
left cheek just out of the reach of my tongue. I was exhausted. I looked
into his electric blue eyes and I sighed a heavy sigh. "Darling," he
said, "You look like you've been put through the wringer," with a wicked
evil laugh at the end. Why don't we rest for a little bit and then we'll
take a shower and consider what we're going to do for dinner? I told him
that sounded wonderful.

He cuddled up to me and put his arms around my chest in his legs over my
hip. It took about a minute for us to be both sound asleep. Next thing I
knew it was 8:55 p.m. I felt him stir next to me. I move my hand and
placed it over his to which he replied, "Are you awake darling? I
replied just barely. He asked me what sounded good for dinner and if I
would be willing for him to drive because he sure as heck couldn't take
the cruiser to Pizza Hut. I said that I would be willing to drive. He
interrupted me and said, "No darling -- your still technically drunk, I
will drive," and I thought that I would enjoy A&W Root Beer Drive Inn
which was only about one mile away.

We rolled out of bed, and he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I
bent over the tub in turn down the hot water while he rubbed his limp
penis against my taint. I waited for the hot water to arrive and then
switched it to the overhead shower and entered the shower. I offered my
hand to him as he stepped over the tub enclosure and came into my arms.
He took the soap in begin to leather my body paying particular attention
to my exposed anus and penis. In a matter of minutes, I was hard again,
and he just chuckled and said, "Oh to be 23 again". He turned his back
to me and I took the natural sponge and cleansed his backside from his
neck all the way down to below his knees and did not miss an inch of man
meat. That extracted a grown from his lips. He turned around tilting his
head to the left as I turn my head to the right and we frenched kissed
under the warm shower water. Our bodies were responding to the
stimulation and we were both hard. He took hold of my penis and looking
me in the eye and said darling let's get some food in our bellies and
then you can have all the men cream dessert you want. I chuckled. We
exist in the shower, he handed me a towel and we begin to dry ourselves.
I put on the clothes that I wore earlier this morning. And he put on
cut-offs with a wife-beater shirt dark blue in color. As we exited the
house, he locked the door we exited to the front drive to the Street
Van, where he leaned in and kiss the back of my neck. I unlocked his
door and went around the front of the van to unlock the driver door. He
started and shifted the van into reverse and backed out the driveway and
proceeded down the street. Driving to A&W took all of 4  minutes. He
decided that he wanted Papa Burger and I wanted the teen burger with
onion rings. He parked in the stall - push the button to order and gave
the person inside the order. They told us it would be a wait of about
five minutes.

While waiting for the food he asked if I was disappointed in him. I told
him, "Hell no!" I was really, truly enjoying myself. He was worried that
I would be upset that something would happen since he was a cop or
because of his age over me. I told him that I really thought that his
age made him more of a teacher to me sexually and a lover at the same
time. He replied, "Good - I was worried about that." About that time the
order came and he handed over $20 bill and paid for the food. He told me
that was the least that he could do for me. We sat in the van and ate
our food telling about his life and his wife in the last time that he
got a piece of tail was exactly five and a half months and 2 weeks ago.
I told him I would die if I had to wait that long. He chuckled. He told
me the time before that he had an infected epididymis, the wife had to
drive him to the urologist for treatment and antibiotics. It was in the
urologist office that the doctor stated that the two of them should have
sex more often to help eliminate the buildup of sperm which became
problematic if not ejaculated routinely. He told me that he told the
doctors that's it's kind of hard to do when the wife won't play except
once every 4 to 6 months and makes fun of you when you masturbate. God,
I felt sorry for him. What kind of evil bitch was this?

We chit chatted. We ate our food.  Discussed the day and then I learned
his name was Bradford or "Brad" for short.  We left the A & W and drove
back to his house. He took me by the hand, he led me to the bedroom and
started to use the phone. He held his index finger across his lips for
me to be quiet and into the phone as if I wasn't there. It was obviously
his wife. And he talked to her like I wasn't there, I was as quiet as a
church mouse. He told her that he called over a friend and that the two
of us we're going to install the fence for the K-9 which would be
assigned to him shortly. I can hear her say that's great honey that
means I won't have to help you. She went on to explain to him that she
would not be back until Wednesday after next as she wanted to help the
new mom with getting the newborn twins settled. Not a problem dear he
said just enjoy yourself. That ended the phone conversation. After he
hung up, he said: "I hope that you don't mind that I volunteered you for
that task and it won't take long that way we can play throughout the
weekend and probably Monday morning for sure." My face lit up. Not only
did I get lucky to find a kind caring man for a day, but I had him for
an entire weekend all to my little self!

All of a sudden, he got this sly grin on his face. "I know what I want
to do right now," he said. "And what would that be?" I said. Do you like
to play rough? I said, "Now to tell you the truth I don't like rough
play. When I was in college, I was beaten up and mugged in another city.
I spent several days in the hospital with a concussion and to this day I
have a scar on my head where they knifed me." I told him that I would
prefer not. He came to me quietly and held my face in his hands.
"Darling," he said, "I would never hurt you. If you feel that it is too
intense for you, I'm going to give you a way out. All through this, I'm
going to be checking in with you. It's just like a stoplight- if I ask
how you are and everything is ok, you're going to say `I'm green'. If
I'm pushing your limits and everything is still ok but you're starting
to get a little bit worried say 'yellow' that gives me the information I
need to turn it down a notch. When I hear the word red, it's game over.
However, if I hear the word red and neither of us reached an orgasm the
game is still over. So, use that word very sparingly." I asked, "You've
done this before, right? He replied. "Yes, I used to have with a buddy
of mine that's no longer in the state." I tried it once with the wife
and she went to red almost immediately because she didn't like sex. I
relented and said "Okay." He told me, you're in control, not me darling.
Then he went to the armoire and took out a pair of handcuffs and a pair
of black leather handcuffs. He turned me over on my belly. The black
leather handcuffs were attached to each of my ankles and attached to the
four-poster bed frame, and I was on my stomach spread eagle. My hands
were handcuffed above my head and anchored to the bed with some rope
that also came from the armoire.
Then he placed a pillow underneath my hip with something in it that
vibrated. That wasn't so bad. I heard him say, "How are you doing?  I
replied everything was "Green." He took out a small bottle of something
from the armoire and placed it on the bed, four or five washcloths,
along with a small brown bottle, which I later learned was poppers.
Again, the small container of olive oil was opened up and he begins to
massage my ass then my anus with first two fingers. After about a minute
he had worked to three fingers. He reached for a washcloth and wiped his
hands on it. Then as he opened the small bottle and placed it under my
nose, he told me to inhale and hold my breath. Holy fuck - what the hell
was this. The room was spinning. My chest was heaving. I was harder than
a steel bar. The pillow was vibrating. And I swear he had more than just
four fingers up my butt. He asked how I was doing and I replied, "so far
green". He then mounted me and like before started with circular
movements once he was embedded in my ass. That's it, my prostrate
working into high gear. More piston movements in and out and I was
trapped between him and the vibrator that was in the pillow. He gave me
another hit of whatever that was from the small brown bottle and I lost
it. I shot 4 times hard into the pillow and at the same time he had
ratcheted up the fucking of my more than willing ass. Holy moly. I had
just shot a wad and I was building to another orgasm so quickly. The
underside of his cock relentlessly pounded my prostate. Over and over
again as he moved his cock in and out. Then he would change it up and do
the circular motions in my ass. And then change back to the piston
motion. He told me to breathe air rapidly.

He waited for a bit between pelvic thrust, and told me again, "Darling
breath!" I hyperventilated as I finally remembered what he wanted me to
do. Again, I took another big gulp of air. I could feel his 7-inch-thick
penis accosting my prostrate very quickly. Once more he changed things
up and started the circular movement with his penis. I couldn't take it
anymore. I hyperventilated one last time. and came like a damn freight
train going 90 down the tracks. The contractions of my anus during my
orgasm sent him over the edge. He changed to moving his penis in circles
again about the time that I hit my orgasm. He cried out, "Oh fuck, fuck,
fucking damn, fuck! As his orgasm ripped through his body. I felt every
millimeter of his dick expand and pump me full of his essence. I laid
there and I distinctly remember his cock pumping 6 times inside me. I
was wasted. I just endured four orgasms two of which were back-to-back.
There was no rush to leave the room. The only thing that he did was go
to the bathroom and bring back some warm washcloths and dry ones and
clean up the mess I had made underneath me and then mess he made at my
backdoor.

We pulled the sheets back and the blankets that cover it. And it was
placed to the side of the room to be laundered in the morning. He took
out a peach-colored comforter and placed it over me. He scooted in
behind my back, arrange my pillows for me, spooned with me, so carefully
and yet so manly. There is something intoxicating about being held so
close after you both had earth-shattering orgasms. He started to pray to
thank God for his new friend and His blessings including his wife and
his job. He asked for protection for the sins that he had committed, the
sins that he would commit over the next few days. We both said Amen. And
just like that, I was out for the night.

The next morning, I noticed something hard and poking my anus slowly and
gradually. What a way to wake up! He asked, "Did I awaken you, darling?"
I replied that it was time for me to get up anyway and I reach over to
the dresser and started to grab the small bottle of olive oil and I was
stopped. "Darling, this is a good comforter that the wife has. If I end
up with a stain on it my goose is cooked," he said. So, we put the
covers from the bed last night back on the bed since they're going to be
washed anyway. It's amazing to look upon a man with passion in his eyes
in the morning; every step that he took caused his penis to waggles as
it pointed toward the ceiling. I paid particular attention to his taunt
derriere that was dimpled and rippled with each movement of his thigh.

He had me lay down on my back toward the edge of the bed. Then using a
pillow underneath my ass, he raised my bottom by about 2 inches which
was the perfect height for him. Taking the small bottle of olive oil, he
lubricated his cock. Reaching behind him on the floor he retrieved an
elliptical vibrator from under the bed and went to the side of the
dresser to pick out a black sock. He returned to the bed and placed the
sock with the vibrator over my erect penis. As he lined in sink up with
my anus, he said, "Are you ready darling?" It was delicious for him to
enjoy insertion at the slowest speed possible. So, millimeter by
millimeter I was treated to my anus being dilated again. This time, it
was somewhat sore. But after all of the things that I had been through
in the last 24 hours, I kind of expected that.

As Trooper breached the clitellum into my anal orifice, he dribbled more
olive oil on his shaft. Again, ever so slowly he inched his way toward
me. It took him about three minutes to work all of his manhood into my
well-lubricated boy pussy. Once I felt is crinkly pubic hairs against my
butt cheeks, I started to feel his retreat. And then slowly move forward
to recapture his rightful place. Again, he repeated the retreat, leaving
just the head of his shaft inside of me. He looked at me square in the
eye and said, "remember what I said about the stoplight? Because buddy,
you may be needed it." With my legs over his shoulders, he reached down
and turned on the vibrator that was against my penis inside the sock.
And he retreated. Then all of a sudden, he slammed his penis into me. I
groan. Again, he retreated and then slammed into me again. Another groan
escaped my lips. And again, he repeated the procedure. Slam, slam, slam,
slam, slam. I was turning my head from the left to the right trying to
visualize his need. He grunted out, "how are we?" I retorted "green but
just barely". He replied, "that's my good boy!" And he began to
jackhammer me. "Tell me if you want me to slow down just say yellow to
take a small break" he huffed out. I was trying to hold on to my sanity.
I had forgotten completely about trying to use the Kegels exercises
because there was no time to do them. His penis thrusts were coming so
fast and so hard that he was pushing me towards the middle of the bed
and we dragged me back again to the edge of the bed. This went on for a
good 15 minutes and I was starting to get a little bit sore down there.
I looked up, straight into his eyes, "yellow light!" It was as if a key
had been turned off and the engine had died. He left his penis inside of
me. And gave me a few minutes to recuperate. During this time, he
started his circular movements with his hips and penis. I rolled my eyes
to the back of my head. This is starting to get really intense. I made a
decision in my mind knowing that I was only minutes away from an orgasm.
I looked at him in his electric blue eyes, tried to form my words in my
mind, while he fed me another hit from the brown bottle. In my mind, I
said -FUCK IT! Looking directly into his amazing electric blue eyes,
formed the sentence in my brain and announced, "Greenlight and
straightaway ahead of you." He understood. He would withdraw his penis
until the end it was just inside. Then Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!
Slam! And then I thought I was going to have an orgasm or going
nuts-maybe my nuts would have their own separate orgasm from my anal
orgasm.  I don't know. He was jackhammering my ass every half a second.
I put my fingers on the edge of the bed and pulled myself toward him.
That anchored me for his pleasure. He jackhammered me mercilessly. I was
going to lose it. Between this sensation on my prostate been scraped and
thumped by his knob and the sensation of the vibrator which was now
alternating fast and slow against my penis inside the sock, I erupted.
That orgasm was the most intense, Earth-shattering, anus pounding,
prostrate nudging, prostrate scraping, vibrating penis, testicle
wrenching, motherfucker overloaded, mind-numbing orgasm ever. I remember
that I had shot my juice into the sock thinking that I would not soak
the mattress above and to the right and left of me.

He looked at me for half a second, and then he nailed me hard and fast.
Again, I held on to the edge of the bed to give away as I grasped it
with all of my strength.  More slamming into my more than willing ass.
Slam! Slam! And still more pelvic slams!  About 45 seconds later he let
out a massive roar as I felt his penis expand and contract as I felt his
manhood pump me pull up his seed.  He panted still trying to recover his
breath.  Sweat was pouring off of him on to me. He looked at me, shook
his head left and right as the perspiration from his brow flew across
the room. "Freaking Crap -I hope I didn't hurt you!" He said. I replied
that "I think I am okay just a little worse for wear." He smiled at me.
"Darling, I have not had an orgasm like that in years!" He said. He
withdrew his penis slowly all the way. It made a sucking sound as he
withdrew it. He crawled up onto the mattress on the right side of me,
pulling me with him. "Darling, did you orgasm?" He questioned as he
withdrew the sock and vibrator from my penis. He smelled this slight
chlorine smell of fresh cum, a wicked and devilish, yet childish smile
crept across his lips as he stated, "Yep, I see you came buckets." He
pulled himself into me and we cuddled for about five minutes. He held me
in his embrace, and at the end of the five minutes, he told me it was
time to get busy. So, we stripped the bed, threw everything into the
washer. Pouring in the detergent, he shut the lid and told me that he
would start that when we were finished with our shower. He held my right
hand and pulled me to the en suite bathroom and adjusted the water spray
for us. Before we got in we put on some soft music and we spent the
entire shower soaping each other up and washing each other's body while
the radio played.

As we dried, each other off he told me that he did not like breakfast
food, however, he adored burgers. And we had to go to the hardware store
to buy fencing posts and fencing for his police dog. So, we got dressed.
Start the laundry, and headed to my van and I drove to the only hardware
store in town for supplies.