Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 12:52:32 -0400
From: Just Looking <18091809d@gmail.com>
Subject: Desert Biker Chapter 2, Encounters

I gathered the wrapper from my sandwich and the empty can of cola, both
had gotten knocked into the dirt while Jeb fucked me.  The door to the
trooper's car opened and a tall man with an all-brown uniform and
mirrored aviator sunglasses looked me over.  "You break down?" he asked
with an authoritative tone.  "No, just having lunch," I said,
nervously.  "What happened to that other guy?" he asked.  "Who?" I
said, dumbly.  The trooper smirked and said, "Big biker looking guy,
looked like he was wrestling you on top of that table." I turned bright
red from embarrassment.  "Busted!" I thought.  The trooper stepped
around his car, and I took him in.  He was tall, lean, and his tight
pants held a snake of a cock.  "Why don't you get me your ID?" he
said, not really asking but telling me.  I told him it was in my car, and
he followed me to it.  He leaned in close as I opened the passenger
door.  The car had gotten hot, and I quickly retrieved my wallet from the
seat.

I handed him my license and he said, "Need you to sit in the back of my
car while I run this." I looked worried and he said, "Standard
practice, you're not in trouble...yet."  The Trooper opened the rear
door of his cruiser, and I got in.  I slid into the molded plastic seat
and shivered from the cold air conditioning.  The Trooper went around the
front of the car and slid into the driver's seat.  He punched in the
information off my driver's license, and we waited in silence.  He
looked at me in the rear-view mirror.  The reflection of his mirrored
sunglasses and firm jaw was intimidating, but also a little
exhilarating.

"You a homosexual?" he finally asked.  I blushed but wasn't going to
be ashamed.  "Yeah," I said, trying to muster confidence that I wasn't
feeling.  "I could tell you two were up to something when I drove by.
You had your bare ass up in the air," he told me.  I couldn't argue
that, so I kind of shrugged.  "That big old biker penetrate you?" he
asked.  I nodded that he did, turned on at the word `penetrate'.  The
Trooper squirmed in his seat and adjusted himself.  He was getting turned
on, too.  "He have a big dick?" he asked, a little breathy.  I nodded.
"Good size," I confirmed.  The Trooper coughed a little and paused
before he said, "You think you got another round in you?" "I'm sorry,
what?" I asked, not believing what he just asked me.  This time the
Trooper blushed, and he pulled my license off the little stand at the
bottom of his monitor.  "Looks like you got an old traffic citation,"
he informed me. "Bullshit," I replied.  I knew I had a clean driving
record.  "Computer don't lie," He replied.  I had a suspicion where
this was heading.

The trooper stepped out of the car and walked around to the rear door and
opened it.  He stood over me, his crotch almost at eye level. I could
tell he was getting hard.  "I might have to take you in for that
ticket," he informed me.  Now was the big risk.  I reached up and held
the bulge running down his thigh and gave it a squeeze.  He didn't
move.  I squeezed him again.  He moaned a little.  "Take it out," he
finally said.  I gripped the zipper on his tight polyester pants and
managed to work the zipper down.  He reached in and fished himself out.
He was uncut and the tip was already glistening with precum as he pulled
the foreskin back.  "Give it a suck," he commanded.  I moved forward,
trying not to slip on the plastic of the seat and closed my lips around
him.  "Mmm, that's right," he sighed.  The trooper ran his hands
around the back of my head and messed up my hair.  His leaking cock was
sliding easily in and out of my mouth.  He pressed forward and his cock
gagged me.  I backed out and caught my breath.  He looked down and said,
"I wanna do what that old biker did to you."  "You wanna fuck?" I
asked.  The Trooper nodded quickly.  I tried to figure out where that was
going to happen, wondering if he wanted me up on the picnic table, but
instead he planted his hand on my chest and pushed me back into the car.
I lay back and his hands gripped the waistband of my shorts and he
started to pull them off me.  For the second time that day, those shorts
slid right off my legs and back into the dirt.  "Come here," he said
and grabbed my legs and pulled me toward the open door.  His hard cock
pointed out straight, rigid, large, and angry looking.

The Trooper crouched down and lined himself up.  He gave it a little push
and I felt him in my hole.  He was bigger than the biker.  I yelped as he
pushed in, and my muscle gripped him before finally relaxing and
spreading around him. His momentum carried him deep.  He liked it when I
yelped and squirmed on him, which was happening naturally as I got used
to his size.  I told him how big he was -- which every guy likes to
hear.

The Trooper was sweating, and the drops ran down his forehead off his
nose and dripped onto me.  "I'm gonna go deep in you," he grunted.
His hands held my thighs tight but instead of pushing in, he pulled out.
"Stay there," he commanded and undid his gun belt, laying it on top of
the car and then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs.  I
scooted to the edge of the bench seat and pulled my legs back.  "Good!"
He encouraged me and then squatted and lined up.  He pushed in hard again
and I yelped again.  He plowed in deep, and I felt him bottom out in me.
"Ohhh fuck!!" I panted, feeling a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

"Where you want it?" he grunted.  I didn't care and I told him so.
The Trooper pistoned in and out of me for several more minutes until he
quickly pulled out and started jerking off over me.  The first blast
coated my chest and then the second hit my belly.  "Eat it!" he
commanded. I reached down and swiped the cum off my chest and fed
myself.  The Trooper clamped down on his cock and then slipped it back
inside me.  I felt him jerk a few more times, finishing his load inside
me.

The Trooper's radio squawked, and he told me not to move.  He keyed the
radio, pinned to his uniform shirt, and spoke in cop code.  "Do you have
to go?" I asked, noting his cock was still inside me and still felt
pretty hard.  I gave him a little squeeze.  "Fuck, you got a hot little
ass," he told me.  "Do that again," he told me.  I squeezed him
again.  The Trooper smiled and pulled out.  His cock was covered in
frothy lube and cum.  "Roll over," he said.

I rolled over and hung my ass out of the car.  He pushed my feet apart as
if we were going to frisk me.  "That old biker cum in you too?" he
asked just as he pushed a finger into my loose hole.  "Mmm!" I cooed.
"Yeah, he shot a load in deep," I told him, my face pressed up against
the hard plastic seat.  "I could tell, you're nice and wet," He said.
The Trooper finger fucked me for several minutes, adding a finger and
then a third.  "That feels good!" I told him, grinding my hard cock
against the seat.

The Trooper pulled his fingers out of me and wiped them on my shirt,
which he pushed up toward my neck.  I reached back and pulled it over my
head, leaving me naked except for my sneakers.  My bare, used ass hung
outside the car and I waited for him to come back inside.  "You want
more?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Tell me, "He said.  "Come fuck me some
more," I begged.  I wiggled my ass, hoping to tempt him.  I heard some
scraping above me and realized he was fumbling with the utility belt
he'd put on the car.  I looked back, confused to why he wasn't fucking
me when I saw him pull his night stick down off the roof of the car.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.  He took a step back as
if appraising my ass and stroked his cock with one hand and then ran the
blunt end of the night stick over my ass. "You think you can take
this?" he asked.  I shrugged, turned on and alarmed at the same time.  I
figured I could get it in me but didn't want him to hurt me with it
either.

"Come here," he beckoned. I slid out of the car and crouched in front
of him.  I couldn't help myself, and took his cock in my mouth, tasting
my ass on him.  He ran the night stick over my cheek.  It was hot from
being on the roof of the car.  He pulled back and told me to suck it.  I
worked the blunt end with my mouth, getting it really wet with spit.
"Stand up," he ordered.  I stood up and he turned me toward the car,
pushing me and then again kicking my legs apart.  "Am I under arrest?"
I played along.  "Ssshhhh," he told me.  I felt the wet, blunt end push
between my cheeks, and I squatted down and pushed out to meet it.  The
Trooper chuckled as he pressed it against me.  It didn't feel bad, and I
was caught up in how naughty this felt.  I moaned as it slid inside me
and reached back and stroked the Trooper.  "You like this?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said quietly.  He probed me with the stick, the smooth black
wood slid deep inside me.  The trooper slid it until it stopped, and I
winced, knowing it was as deep as it could go.  "What do you think about
this?" he whispered in my ear.  "It feels so good!" I answered,
honestly.  He pulled it out a little and then pushed it back in. I gasped
with pleasure.

I was baking under the sun and I asked him to follow me.  With a hand on
the night stick in my ass, I walked back over to the picnic table, under
the shade of the flimsy shelter.  I rested my knees on the bench and bent
over.  I pushed and pulled it in and out, fucking myself.  The trooper
watched from his car until I asked him to join me.  "Come here,
Officer," I beckoned him.  He stepped in close and I turned around so I
could face him.  I held his cock under mine and noted the size
difference. The other end of the night stick pressed against the bench,
holding it inside me.  I pushed gently against the wall of muscle inside
and felt it slowly slip deeper.  "Oh fuck!" I moaned and felt the surge
building. "I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.  The Trooper covered my hand with
his and stroked us together.  My ass clamped down on the night stick and
I cried out.  I pumped jet after jet of cum on top of our cocks, sliding
over him and feeling the stick press deep in me.  Before I'd even
finished, the Trooper ordered me to turn around. I spun around and he
forcefully pulled the stick out and tossed it on top of the picnic table
where it clattered.  He held my shoulder and using my cum as lube, pushed
deep inside me.  "Hang on!" he said and pushed me down onto the table.
I held on with a tight grip and the Trooper plowed in deep and held it
there. I squeezed him and told him how good he felt and then I knew he
was cumming.  The drops of sweat falling off his face splattered my back
and his tense body rocked against me.  I squeezed him over and over and
felt his powerful body held against mine.

Finally, he was done and slowly pulled out.  "Fuuuck!" he sighed,
satisfied.  I felt him dripping out of me and I waited for his command,
still bent over the table. He fingered my hole a little and told me he'd
made a mess.  I smiled, glad that I'd made him happy. The Trooper pulled
his pants up and retrieved his nightstick.  I stood up and smiled at him,
but he ignored me.  "Thanks!" I said.  He grunted and turned toward his
car.  He picked up my t-shirt and wiped the greasy night stick down and
threw it to me.  "You should be on your way," he said and got in his
car and started it.  "Yes, sir, Officer," I said and saluted, standing
there nude with a leaking bottom and soft, spent, cock.