Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2020 23:34:53 -0500
From: TL1205 <tl1205@ckt.net>
Subject: Trooper 51 part 2

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. TERRY

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We head down the street and Trooper said to pull into A&W, which was
evidently his favorite place to eat at. We pulled into a stall and he
said, "Darling I'm hungry-I think I have a Papa burger and cheese tater
tots and a large mug root beer and for dessert a medium hot fudge
Sunday." I said that all I wanted was a teen burger and tater tots with
a large mug of root beer. I still had money from last night so he passed
over a 10 spot and told me that if I need more, he had plenty. Trooper
and I chit chatted. The food arrived shortly and the car hop went back
to get extra ketchup for Trooper. We chewed our food parked there and I
could have sworn that the man did not eat anything in the last two days.
He munched down tater tots and his Papa burger in no time and I was
still working on my teen burger and tater tots. He chucked his mug of
root beer and the downed it. We hit the button again to signal that it
was time for them to make his hot fudge sundae. Trooper turned to me and
said, "putting up the dog run will go really fast. We'll have to
purchase the post and the fencing, that I already had the places in the
backyard spotted with paint, and with your weight and my weight it will
go really easy." I looked at him and said, "I do not follow you." He
replied, "Darling, there will be a flange on the post about 21 inches
high.  We will center it on the painted line and will put both of our
combined weight on the flange. That will put about 350 pounds of
pressure on the T of the post at ground level, with the recent rains the
post will easily sink into the ground. And at that depth, once the post
is removed, we can dig out the remainder for the cement." We exited A&W
and we drove downtown to the only hardware store in town. Trooper walked
in like he owned the place, shook hands with the proprietors and asked
if the order was ready. The proprietor said yes and directed us to pull
the then around to the back of the store. Trooper bought a tarp to
protect my brand-new floor of the Van. We loaded the fence post and the
chain link fencing with the material ties on top of the tarp. And drove
back to his property. He was all smiles, he turned to me and said, "I
don't mean for you to work for the sex that we had-if you want a little
bit of work it would sure help me!   Besides the food and company, we
share, and I am really glad that you're helping me with this. We back
into his driveway which was kind of strange because there was only the
window side door and the single backside door to the of so he directed
me. I asked and out of the Van and he said,

"Let's get to cracking."  He was much more physically strong and I was,
lifting up the bundle of steel stakes with a grunt and carrying them to
the back of the house. On the last trip he carried the role of
chain-link fencing, and I carried the fasteners and hardware.

I was instructed on how to mount the post in the ground. We put the post
on the spot, for one of our feet on the flange and jumped by holding on.
It sank into the ground almost immediately. I thought it was amazingly
simple until we ran into problems with the corner post. About halfway
down we heard this "clank", and he looked at me and said, "oh no". With
a small shovel from the garage, we excavated the area and found a rather
large piece of granite below the surface. That was removed and the fence
post was installed, however, with the removal of the dirt and rock,
there was less earth to hold into place. So, he retreated into the
garage and came back with a sack of cement. Using the garden hose, we
mixed it with water in the back of his wheel barrel. We dug out the
other posts and mixed the cement for each one.

About this time, we were really working up a sweat, and we had to let
the cement form up. So, we went inside, stripped off your clothes and
took a shower together.

Once again, I felt his warm skin against mine. He was having more than
just the effect of me. I feared that I was going to fall endlessly in
love with this man that so warm and so kind. We scrubbed each other's
bodies again and he handed me a towel. "Darling, I took my pleasure out
on you this morning. Now it is your turn to take your pleasure out on
me. You can do anything you want to me as long as it does not leave a
permanent mark. And I reserve the right to call yellow and red lights at
will, but I don't think I have to. I had had my eyes on his derrière; so
dimpled, so firm and rippled when he moved and oh, so, so very tight.
So, I told him to bend over on the bed with his knees on the settee. We
put towels on the mattress underneath of him as a protection against stains.

I positioned him on the settee leaning over the bed, with the bed
supporting his elbows leaving his perfect dimples ass in plain view. As
I move forward, I smelled the wealth of manliness coming from his
privates. His pheromones were busy secreting the masculine aroma that
unbeknownst to me was driving me wild.

As I moved toward my target my hand took each muscle dimpled cheek and
spread them so I could gain access to his pink puckered starfish. I took
my tongue and pointed it directly above his anus and gave it when good
lick down and one good lick up. He moaned. I zeroed in on my target and
I shaped my tongue like a spear and tried to penetrate his orifice. It's
amazing how much you can gain access to especially when the one that you
are with relaxes and let you inside. Inside his tasty treasure trove, I
lapped at some anal juices that were starting to flow. A new feat for
me, and I was not sure if I liked it or not. But his moans gave me all
the information to conclude that I liked to make him feel good - and he
was definitely feeling good. Concentrating back of my target I
maneuvered myself to reposition his ass. Then looking up I saw what I
needed on the chest of drawers' the small olive oil container and the
poppers. I left my target, obtained the poppers and the olive oil.
Return to the bed I tossed him the poppers and I concentrate on the
lube. Using my index and second fingers of my right hand I dribbled
olive oil into his waiting sphincter. And then carefully I coated my
penis with a generous amount of olive oil. I align my head of my penis
with his anal treasure trove and using a page from his book deliciously
and deliberately slowly pushed my way into his body. That was the first
time I was inside a man's ass. The feeling was so different from being
inside a woman. It was hotter for one thing - and tighter. His sphincter
gripped my manhood with such strength, unlike anything that most women
could do.  I paused for a moment inside of him. I asked him how he was
doing before I started laying pipe into him. I remember how he slammed
into me repeatedly. Paybacks are a bitch! And I was going to take this
out in spades. I retreated my penis until just the head was breaching
the anal orifice and slammed it back into him with all my strength. He
moaned and grunted. I retreated one more time. And slammed into him
again with greater force. I said, "payback suck baby - don't they?" To
which he replied, "Hell no! I'm enjoying this!" So, I let him have me
full force no holding back, no taking a break, no pauses and no prizes
for second place. I was going to breed this bitch if it is the last
thing that I did. I told him to take a hit of his poppers, which he did
and I felt his anal muscle relax a bit. Then I took my tole. I fucked
him hard, continual, asking how he was once, and he replied "Green light
and straight away ahead." So, I plowed the field. I was fucking him so
hard that I actually moved the mattress off the box springs some.
Slam... Slam... Slam... Slam. I heard him grunting. I knew that I was
not as expert as he was at penis manipulation inside another person's
body. But I was going to take my tole. I continued laboring in his hole
for a good 20 minutes. Thank goodness, I had shot my wad yesterday
because that gave me the staying power that I needed to complete the 20
minutes of hard fucking. Towards the last few strokes, I found his anal
sphincter grab my penis repeatedly as he moaned, "Holy shit guy! Oh
damn, oh damn it, I can't...hold...out!" I knew that he just came, suddenly,
hands-free and intensively hard. That's all I needed. I feel his shudder
through his anal wall grabbing my manhood and then down his muscled
backside sweat beads formed and rippled back and forth as I hammered
away. I lean forward. I felt that all-knowing telltale sign of impending
orgasm that is a precursor to a massive orgasmic release. I felt my
heart pounding in my chest, my ear pounding in my head and my lungs
overfilled with air as I hyperventilated on purpose.  I leaned over his
backside and pumped him full of my man juice. Panting, I took a few
seconds to gather my senses and realize that I had just shot one of the
most intensive orgasms of my entire life up his muscled, suntanned,
dimpled, taut derriere.

I waited inside of him, my penis was wilting, his ass was burping sperm.
I asked, "Darling, are you all right?" All that I heard was an unn-hnn.
I could not tell if that was a yes or a no. I asked again; "Darling, are
you, all right?" He replied, "I have not cum hands-free like that in
years! Can you do that again, please?  I laughed and replied, "I will
need a rest and then we can have another go at it."  He rolled over and
motioned me to recline on his body.  We held each other as the sweat
cooled us off.  He replied that we, "needed to check the cement in the
yard." Trooper and I walked hand and hand into the en suite bathroom and
took another loving shower.

We dressed in just cutoffs and my shoes and his boots. The cement had
hardened enough to proceed.  We positioned the gray steel polls and
needed and with his right foot and my right shoe in the flange we
hoisted our weight on the flange thereby causing the poll to sink up to
the top of the flange. We even made a game of it.  When we would put our
weight on the flange and stand so close together, we would hold the
steel pole and each other and kiss as we drove the pole into the
ground.  I really enjoyed it, even too much so as I was rapidly falling
for this officer of the law. This kind man that asked me for another
relentless ass fucking.

The next step was running the stringers at the top and bottom of the
enclosure.  We used gloves, as I found out the new wire has burrs in
it.  The stringers were taut, and we wrestled the roll of chain link
fencing to the area.  We attached it to the corner post and then to the
next post pulling with our weight to make sure the chain link would hold
up over the years.  Once it was in place, we applied the wire clips with
the chain link over the second and third fence post.  Then moving down
the line we attacked the fourth and fifth fence post. Again, wrestling
the fence into place and using our body weight to maintain the tightness
of the chain link.  With just four more poles to go, I was growing weary
and the light was beginning to fade.  Trooper noticed my tiredness and
told me, "Darling, let's get this completed and I promise I will take
you to a really nice dinner because you deserved it." I picked up the
pace a bit more and before sundown, the last of the fencing was in
place.  All that we needed was the gate and the gate hardware.


We put the rest of the hardware into the garage. "Darling," he said, "I
promised you the dinner, and you deserved it. We're not going to eat at
the A&W. There is a small restaurant that is romantic and out-of-the-way
in a tiny little town about 15 miles away. I am going to put some
gasoline into your Van and I promise you that you will enjoy the dinner.
Did you bring any other clothes with you darling?" I replied that I did
not. "Don't worry darling, I think I've got something for you in the
closet." We walked into the house and stripped in the anteroom. Tossing
our work wear, which was the only thing that I had on into the washer,
moving the bed linen into the dryer. He took me by my hand and led me to
the bedroom en-suite bathroom. In the shower, he adjusted the
temperature so that it was just right and he pulled me by my right hand
into the shower. We lathered up of each other's bodies. He could tell
that I was tired. I was not used to physical labor. Because in my job
with the Commerce Department I had very little occasion for hard labor.
He had me lean down a little bit and see scrubbed my scalp and washing
behind my ears. As his hands traveled down my torso, he washed my
nipples and my torso. Reaching around to my posterior, while he held my
body in place, while he soaked up my surprisingly tender anus. "Not now
darling," he said, "you look like you to fall asleep on the way to the
restaurant." He was right. He completed working his entire body paying
particular attention to his genitalia and his anus. Also, of particular
interest in cleaning his ever so masculine feet.

As we exited the shower he moved over to the large side-by-side linen
closet. Trooper and took out a pair of blue jeans that were just a bit
too big for me. But it would work for tonight. He also extracted a light
purple shirt that fit me okay. "We learned much about each other today,"
he said as he finished dressing in black jeans with the starched white
shirt. We checked each other out and we seem to be ready to leave.

I handed in the keys because I was tired. He drove the Van to the
closest gas station, which was a Conoco gas station. Trooper exited the
vehicle and pumped seven dollars a gasoline into the fuel tank. He paid
the attendant and we were off. I recline my Capt.'s chair. And I was out
like a light.

The next thing that I knew we had ended up in a small town, Trooper had
parked the van in front of a really nice building with green shutters on
the windows, painted in a very light taupe color. He was shaking my
shoulder saying, "Darling... Darling wake up please." I opened my eyes and
tried to focus on the sign that said Duncan's. We exited the Van and
walked hand in hand out to the restaurant. I opened the door and we
walked into the small waiting area for the maître d'. The place was
absolutely immaculately dressed. There was the smell of bread baking in
the air. There were no other diners in the restaurant. Which I thought
was terribly odd. However, I found out that it was later in the evening
then I thought, and the rush came and left at 8 o'clock. It was well
past nine. The maître d' came in introducing himself as Howard. Howard
escorted us to a corner booth. He effortlessly attended to our drink
orders and gave us the menu for the day. Trooper told me that he was
going to have a stake. I love cuts of red meat. However, when treated
for kidney stones and I had to swear off red meat except once a week,
and I was pushing it with the teen burgers that I had earlier. Trooper
ordered the T-bone, with loaded baked potatoes-smashed with bacon,
chives, and sour cream and a Caesar salad. I ordered the chicken breast
with baked potatoes that were smashed and loaded with chives and sour
cream, (which I did not need) and a pear salad with grated cheese and
mayonnaise. The maître d' cued us into the room and told us that he
would be leaving us in charge and the owner.

About two minutes later the owner came out, stop dead in his tracks, and
cried out, "Bradford!" As he walked to our table. Trooper rose and the
two of them embraced. The owner, Mr. Duncan, told me that he had known
trooper for close to 12 years. The two of them had he came acquainted in
junior high and were in all kind sports together. Mr. Duncan turned to
Trooper, and very gingerly asked," Brad, ... From the way that you were
looking at the young man next to you, it's probably your boyfriend."
Trooper replied, "how very astute, I could never pass anything past you,
and from our college days you know how much I adore a young man's ass!"
I felt like I could sink into the chair and disappear. This is 1977 -
gay rights had not come to Kansas. Mr. Duncan noticed my discomfort and
said, "I don't worry about things, as long as my guest are happy and
leave the restaurant with the stomachs full, I don't care. I want to see
Bradford happy. I know that in his marriage he is not happy. He has come
to my restaurant more than once by himself just to have a peaceful
dinner and a nice T-bone steak, we shared many very intimate
conversations. I'm not gay. But I understand the importance of being
yourself. Trooper's arranged marriage is a matter of convenience for the
family of the bride." That left more question rather than answers, I
thought. Mr. Duncan continued, "That's why I have this restaurant. I
enjoy making other people feel at home, in my home." I felt better, I
felt relieved, he moved over behind us and put his hand on both of our
shoulders and told us to enjoy the meal that was being cooked especially
for us. As he left us, Trooper leaned over to my ear in started to
nibble stating, "Don't worry darling, I would never do anything to hurt
you."

About a minute later our salad arrived, followed by the main course and
I could tell that the pear in my salad was garden fresh. I had no idea
how much that meal costs, because the instant that the check arrived,
Trooper inserted a $50 bill into the binder. So, I knew that was more
than the meal at A&W. We left the restaurant satisfied, overstuffed,
walking hand-in-hand to the Van where I handed him the keys. Trooper
made sure that we were both buckled in. Then Trooper drove us to his home.

It was late when we got back to the house. We walked into the laundry
and took the bedding out of the dryer and made the bed. We restarted the
washer with items we used during the day.  We undressed and slipped
under the covers naked. I had a full day and a full belly, I was tired,
trooper started yawning. I turned over on my right side and pushed my
ass up against his pelvis. He scooted his entire body next to mine; he
took his left hand to hold my chest and pulled me back against his hairy
torso. He took his warm feet and put them on the soles of my feet. Once
again it was time for prayers. He prayed for forgiveness for the sins
that he had committed today. He prayed for me his friend. He prayed for
his wife and family that she would be safe on the road home. And he
prayed for his coworkers. We both said," amen". My eyes fluttered, I
felt him kiss the back of my neck. Within seconds, I was unconscious,
asleep and peaceful inside Troopers reassuring arms.

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