Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2020 23:37:55 -0500
From: TL1205 <tl1205@ckt.net>
Subject: Trooper 51 part 3

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 in part 1..  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


-------------------------------------------------------3

The Sun shone brightly to the window to the East and through the
cream-colored curtains. I had it the distinct feeling of a log being
wedged between my buns as I gazed drearily eyed at the side table
clock.  Damn, 8:15 AM. Trooper still has his hand around my chest and
his legs up close to mine. I could feel his chest hair on my back and
his heartbeat cursing through his cock, which I could take his pulse by
if I wanted to. I turned my head back in the pillow and waited for him
to stir. Roughly 12 minutes later I felt the kissing of his gentle lips
on the nap of my neck. Yep, Trooper was awake.

There is something so primal and enlightening as sex when you awaken.
It explains how you look at the entire day through eyes that have not
only enjoyed the blissful are joining together of bodies and souls but
somehow transverse the negativity that we find ourselves in this life.
Trooper whispered into my ear, "Darling, if I may be as bold to ask for
a favor... Would you please give me another hands-free orgasm, please?" I
laughed.  My Mr. Trooper was a BOB. A big old bottom. So, if he wanted
another hands-free orgasm, who was I to complain at the request? I told
him that would cost, and sex later on in the day payment during which I
would be the bottom. And that I would hold it against his body until he
surrendered to that wish. He chuckled as he licked the back of my neck.

I extracted myself from his embrace as Trooper rolled over to his
stomach. All the time that he was doing that he folded the pillow and
pushed it between his stomach and pelvis. Thereby raising his muscled
and dimpled derrière just enough to allow easy entry for my tongue and
shaft. He knew what he wanted, and I wasn't going to waste any time to
give him exactly what he wanted. I dived in, mouth first into his
dimpled and muscled derrière. Oh my gosh! There is something so
delicious about a man muscled ass in the morning with just a hint of
funky smell and the delicious undercurrent taste of musk. I stuck out my
tongue in gave his puckered orifice a good tongue lashing up and down
probably about 15 times before I made my tongue into a spear and probed
his entire being. Trooper was moaning. "I have no idea the hell you're
doing back there," he said. "I didn't know until very recently, me being
a man, how to treat and delight the ass of another man, which is
something a woman has no idea what the hell to do." I muffled my
response by blowing air up his anus with my mouth firmly covering his
manly pussy. I retracted just a bit, got another lungful of air, and
move forward with all my might to transfer air to my lover... One more
retreat, a giant lung full of air and I repeat the procedure were more
time. Trooper moved his head first to the left into the right, into the
left and right again. I once again gave his anal orifice a severe tongue
lashing. Trooper was moaning, as he should be. I moved to the table and
took the small bottle of olive oil and started to massage his puckered
opening. Starting with one finger, and I knew from the insertion of air
that there would be a release of gas toward me. That's okay, it allows
the pleasure of filling and the pleasure of release in a total accepting
way. I work his puckered opening by using two fingers instead of one for
about one minute, causing his ass to burp out the air. Then I increased
the digit by two giving Trooper the feeling of being stretched open.
Trooper was again moaning. I put four fingers inside of him and using my
muscles of my hand and forearm spread the fingers apart looking at the
pretty pink starfish insides of a beautiful man. Trooper turned his head
to the side and said, "enough already, I want you being inside of me."

I lined up the head of my penis to his slightly stretched, puckered
opening, and then with delirious slowness, I gradually infiltrated his
digestive tract all the way to my crinkly brown pubic hair. Once inside
of him, I retracted almost all the way out, and again with deliriously
slow penetration I drove my member home. I retracted again, and I
decided to change it up this time. With just the head of my penis inside
of him, I took my fists and planted them on either side of the bed to
support my weight. I worked my dick in circles deep inside of him
scraping the prostate repeatedly just like Trooper did to me.  He was
mine now! Slam! Trooper groaned with a mighty moan.  I retreated, then
slam with all of my might. And this time I did not wait for him to
react, I wanted to mark my territory by leaving my seed deep inside of
him. I jackhammer Trooper for a good 15 minutes. Using the moves the
night before I plundered his ass without regard to whether or not I
would injure him and without regard to his sexual feelings. I knew that
the way to get this man off was stroke his prostate from the inside and
not to let up. That was the plan anyway. I grabbed the bed pillow, told
him to raise his pelvis just a bit, and inserted the other pillow
underneath his pelvis thereby increasing the angle of penetration so
that I could maximize the pressure on his prostate. About three minutes
into this new angle of penetration, and with relentless pelvic thrust, I
heard him say, "Oh fuck, oh damn."  He turned his head to me and I told
him "hyperventilate darling just like he told me to." I felt his
derrière clamp down on me and warn me of a precursor to his impending
orgasm. Once again, he hyperventilated. I align my hands next to his
beautiful dimpled derrière and plowed the road again and again and
again. Inside my head, I was counting the pelvic thrust that I would
need to get him off and I had decided that there would be at least 80,
hard, slamming pelvic thrust force to reach nirvana. I was more than
determined to give him that feeling. So, without delay or deliberation,
I slammed his muscled derrière repeatedly causing the bed to shake. I
had counted to 45 rapid, intense, slamming pelvic thrusts, Trooper cried
out, "That's it - it's here- I can't stop it. I did not let up for one
second at all. He cried out, "Oh baby - oh baby - Don't stop, darling
how... in the hell...," gasping he continued, "Do you do that to me --- I'm
still coming, Oh Baby!  Fuck me! I was more than happy to comply. He
gasping remarked, "This is intense!" I knew he was Cumming. I felt his
anal orifice grasped my penis rapidly and with deep intensity 10 times.
Then it was my turn. I was almost there is anyway. I again saw his
dimpled, muscled man ass tilted up on the pillow, I gazed toward his
broad shoulders and the nape of his neck and I hit my orgasm like an out
of control race car hitting the wall at Indianapolis Speedway. "You got
my seed you muscled stud!" I hissed. I sprayed my nut milk inside of
this beautiful man beneath me. My breathing was erratic and labored, I
could hear my heart beating again in my ears, I can feel it pounding in
my chest, I can feel my fists supporting my arms, as I leverage my
weight above him. I labored in that ecstasy wave for a good 15 seconds.
Sweat was pouring off of me and dripping onto his back. I didn't care, I
promised him a hands-free orgasm and I delivered on my promise to
Trooper in spades and he knew it!

I collapsed on him. He supported my weight, then turning as a unit to
the right, started rubbing my skin for a good 20 seconds as I tried to
regain my composure. I disengaged from his derrière and rolled to his
left. He rolled to his left and embraced me. We lay there together as
the sweat dried from our bodies in the air-conditioned early-morning air.

"How in the fuck, do you do that?" He said. He continued, "I don't know
why sex with you is fireworks and explosions and a hot, sweaty bliss,
and sex with my wife is like trying to fuck a dead tuna!"  He looked to
me in the eyes, as I held his wonderful face only inches from my face
and whispered, "Darling, it's almost like magic. It is earth-shattering
for me too, and I had nothing else to gauge it by except the single word
of monumental bliss." He corrected me, "that's two words." I stated, "I
stand corrected, it's hard to count during a post orgasmic event." We
giggled and laughed like teenage girls. We kissed each other's face with
open mouth, kissed each other's neck and cuddled.

We had rested in bed for about 15 minutes and he reached over and
swatted my ass.  He said, "that fence gate is not going to install
itself, stud." I laughed a bit, kissed his lips were more time. He
replied, "the last person in the shower gets to do laundry again!" We
raced toward the shower. He lost. But then, again, he had already won my
admiration, and not to mention my lust filled wretched desires.

In the shower, we soaped each of his body, paying particular attention
to body hair and our morning beards stubble. He reached inside the
cabinet to the right of the shower and retrieved a disposable razor just
for me. We shaved in the shower, took our time washing each other's
hair, as the water cascaded down his neck and shoulders. I took my time
lathering his man pussy because I planned to use that later on the same
day. And I knew that it would be clean if I did it myself. Stepping out
of the shower he flipped his towel with deadly accuracy as it landed on
my butt cheek. I howled, "I will get you-you little perverted
law-enforcement officer!" I said. He flashed me evil, wicked, lecherous,
mischievous smile, and said, "Flattery will get you laid again,
pervert!"  I retorted." "Is that a threat Darling - or is that a
promise?" He reached over and grabbed my neck, his kiss was immediate,
impassioned, as his tongue invaded my mouth and dueled with my tongue.

Stepping out of the bathroom we started to get dressed for the task at
hand. He told me that he wanted to take me to breakfast at CJ's which
was a diner and that specializes in breakfast. I enjoyed the fact that
he was assertive the kind of the same time. I asked, "Darling, do you
not cook anything?" He replied, "I do not cook food, I burn it."

We exited the house making sure that the garage and the house doorway
was well secured. I drove into the diner, and we entered the building
touching each other on their waist or on the back. We sat down at the
bar. There was a waitress there named Candy, almost immediately asking
us what we wanted to eat. I looked at the menu and decided that I would
have the eggs Benedict with wafer sliced ham with orange juice. Trooper
ordered the three-egg omelet with sausage crumbles and bacon pieces with
green peppers and onions, a hamburger patty, a bowl of fruit cocktail,
two bagels, and black coffee. Candy looked at us and said, "Well at
least I know this big guy is hungry." We were waiting for the food to be
delivered, there is no one else except us in the diner and the wait
staff. I was drinking my orange juice and all of a sudden, I felt a hand
groping me, and I jumped. I looked at him, giving him a look of don't do
that, and he had a shit eating grin on his face telling me that he
really enjoyed harassing me in public.

The rest of the meal was uneventful. Trooper paid the bill as usual. We
left satisfied that we had plenty of food in his for at least the first
part of the day. On the way home, he said that we would be sitting to
polls in concrete for the gate and that would take a little bit for the
concrete to harden. Since he bought a cement accelerator it would only
take 30 to 45 minutes. We parked the van in the driveway and into the
garage. He found the post hole digger, the old manual kind, I lifted the
80-pound bag of cement. Trooper opened at the rear door to the backyard.
I went back into the garage and picked up the other bag of cement.
Trooper came beside me and put his hand on my shoulder and reach over me
to grab the accelerator. We both walked outside and started taking the
post holes for the fence gate since the supporting structure would be
galvanized pipe. Using the post hole digger, we dug down 25 inches. He
and I outlined to galvanized pipe sections in the middle of the holes
align them with zip ties to the remaining supportive post. Using the
wheelbarrow from the inside of the garage remix both bags of concrete
using a garden hoe.  He was very careful not to allow me to be in
contact with the accelerator for cement. Once everything was mixed,
Trooper lifted the wheelbarrow while I pushed the cement into the hole
to fill the forms needed for the gate. It went really fast at that
point. You can feel the heat coming off of the cement as the accelerator
made the chemical process a lot quicker.

After we had to make sure that the cement was sufficient hard and
finished, he instructed me to go around to the side of the house and to
get a garden hose which I would find there and turn it on full blast.
Using the water pressure, we blasted away the fragments of the unused
concrete and cleaned the tools with the water pressure.  It probably
took us about two hours to complete this one task.

The only thing that was left for us to do was to wait on the concrete to
harden. We walked around to the side of the house and he showed me his
pride and joy which was a small wooden workshop. Probably about 8' x 12'
and with a locked door on. He told me the only reason for the locked
door was that sometimes that children of the neighborhood would procure
items he was working on without asking. That kept his possession safe.
He opened up the locked door to the woodshed and we had a look around.
There is probably $2000 or $3000 in woodworking tools including a
6-foot-tall bandsaw and Mr. Smith woodworking lathe.  He told me that
when the wife got on his nerves he would come back here and fiddle the
hours away. She would not come out here. She said that sawdust made her
sneeze and itch.

Trooper and I looked at the cemented and he pressed a thumbprint into
the cement on the leftmost post. He told me to get down my knees and put
my right thumbprint into the right side. He said that way he would have
something to remember with. And that would not be that obvious to anyone
except him.

We walked around the yard, the sun warmth was unusually tempered for
late spring or summer, as he told me how he became married. They were
young, and all her friends were getting married. She decided one night
that it was the right thing for him to marry her. She had an alternative
motive that she wanted him. She wanted to be pregnant. Being pregnant
would get her out of her living situation with her dysfunctional family,
plus it would also allow her some leverage over Trooper. She drove to
another city to purchase one of the first over-the-counter early
pregnancy tests. She then drove toward home, stopping at one of her
pregnant girlfriend's house to urinate on the test thereby ensuring that
was positive. Trooper did not know that she was not pregnant. Trooper
did the right thing then and asked her parents for permission to marry
her before it became too obvious.

After the wedding, she played housewife; about six weeks into the
wedding, she faked having a miscarriage. She had what she wanted,
however, it backfired. After Trooper and her were married for three
years and both wanted children, they found that they had a great deal of
difficulty conceiving. After a trip to the Oklahoma University Medical
Center in Oklahoma City, it was determined that Trooper was definitely
fertile. However, his wife was not.  When they were told the news
together in the doctor's office she asked if the earlier miscarriage
could cause that. The Doctor replied that he doubts that she was
pregnant at all. First of all, her obesity was sufficient for her
production of the ovum to stop. The doctor further explained that when
you are above 260 pounds, the body chemistry that allows ovulation stops
because of the estrogen stored in the fat cells. Trooper told me that he
looked at the doctor and everything, everything single thing that he was
told, everything that he believed, everything that he thought was true
was nothing but a fabricated lie.  Trooper told me that they drove home
in silence. Her secret was revealed, and he was shackled to a wife that
he could not trust and at the same time cut him off sexually except when
she wanted something. She was using sex as a tool in the marriage.

I looked at him, there was more than one tear rolling down his face. My
heart sank as I knew that all he ever wanted was someone to call
"Darling", and to start building a life. He and she had a house of lies
instead.  Trooper went on to tell me that the in-laws would constantly
metal into their affairs causing a wider division. He told me that his
sister in law took Trooper for a Coca-Cola/Root Beer to A&W one day when
the wife was in a college class. It was a simple Coca-Cola for her and
the root beer for him. The next day wifey confronted him about having a
date with her sister where they went to a restaurant. He was hurt,
knowing that he could be manipulated into a vial evilness of someone
else's desires. I reached my hand around him, put my hand on his for
shoulder and pulled him close to me. We held each other, "I'm sorry
darling," was my only reply.

Enough time has passed that we checked galvanized fencing polls in the
cement, especially in the 95-degree heat, they had set enough to support
the metal gate. Trooper and I went to the garage and secured the and
hardware needed to secure the gate to the polls. We make quick work of
the installation. That probably took less than one hour. The only hiccup
was that we had to figure out how to reverse the closure as it was
designed for a right-handed closure and we were using as a left-handed
closer. We were sweating profusely as we walked toward the house and
everything was good as far as the dog run, however, as we walked in I
felt his hand go underneath my pants and cup my left butt cheek. I
turned to him and said, "didn't you get enough this morning?" He
retorted, "The day I get enough, is the day I die." There is something
kind of romantic about feeling his rough callused hands as they massaged
my left butt cheek. We stripped out of our close and left them on a heap
in front of the washer and walked naked through the house. He replaced
his hand on my ass as we headed toward the entryway from the mudroom.
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Working in the heat of the day had taken its toll on us.  We took a
shower together, dried each other. We climbed into the bed together, he
told me that he wanted to be the big spoon. I rolled over to my left
side, and I felt him snuggled up next to me. His chest hair was a
comfort and a familiar feeling on my back. Trooper's hand took hold of
my hip and pulled my hips back to him. "Darling," he said, "do you mind
if we take a little nap?" I replied "sure" as I scooted my hips pulled
in closer for his enjoyment. Trooper was gently kissing the back of my
neck. Trooper was gently playing with my hip, Trooper reached around me
and played with my belly button and my abs. Then he pulled my chest to
him and sighed deeply. That was the last thing that I remembered as I
drifted into slumber.

All of a sudden, I was awakened by a thunderous bang!  "I'll teach you,
you fagot cheating queer!" Someone shouted. I looked up and saw a rotund
lady holding a shotgun. Another thunderous bang rang into the room. I
felt as if someone had taken an ice pick and pierced my left bicep,
someone had taken another ice pick puncturing my left hip, had taken
another ice pick and stabbed my stomach. I glanced over at Trooper, and
it appeared that he had been hit in the leg only. Trooper tried to
reason with her, as she reloaded the shotgun, there was no reasoning.
She aimed at me first and pulled the trigger, I swear I could hear the
pellets wiz by my head, then I felt the pain in my hip.  She leveled it
at Trooper and pulled the trigger.  She picked up the shotgun, reloaded
it and again and level it at his groin. He picked up the clock radio and
through it at her hitting the shotgun causing the last bullet to be
fired he thought into the ceiling. He fumbled for the Princess phone
that was onto his side of the bed quickly dialing the police number.
The fat lady was shouting, "Your nothing more than a degenerative cock
sucking fagot!" Trooper spoke into the phone and said' "Shots fired,
multiple gunshot victims, 3312 Battery Drive! Then he repeated himself,
"Shots fired, multiple gunshot victims, 3312 Battery Drive, please
hurry!" The last thing that I remember was that I saw that his chest was
bleeding badly. She had run out of bullets again and was going to...

......