Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:33:36 -0700 From: Clone Buggs Subject: Shifting Gear Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "On the road again...Just can't wait to get on the road again..." Country and Western is not my thing, but in the far edges of the state, that's about all the radio will pull out of the ether, except for a few very static ridden Mexican stations from south of the border. I was headed up the Apache mountains toward a small job in Mesa. Seventy out of Safford, through the San Carlos Reservation, is a dull drive for me, but it picks up when the road starts to climb into higher elevations. there were several new calls on my beeper, but couldn't get a clean cel to make a call on my phone. I'd selected a few of the numbers that looked promising, but they would have to wait. I drove for an hour, listening to hazy static on the radio, but mostly in silence. I thought about the past few days since I'd gotten my beeper. My sex life had improved dramatically. Before the beeper, I'd have gone to a gay bar and danced with a few guys, bought a few beers, and might have found a guy not too drunk or too uptight to take back to my room to fuck with. But more often than not, I'd head back to my motel for a cold shower and a session with my friend Harry Palm. I was developing a real appreciation for John, the previous owner of the beeper. I decided I'd try tracking him down. At the top of the climb, before the decent into the valley. I picked up a bright and strong cel and pulled off the highway onto a rough dirt road no better than a goat trail, and dialed the service provider for my beeper. The woman that answered immediately put me on hold. I sat there, waiting, thinking about jerking off, fondling my cock to stiffness. "Can I help you?" Her voice was hurried and not very interested. "I hope you can. I'm one of your beeper and cel phone customers." I told her my name, and she pulled my account up on her monitor. "Yes, there you are Mr. Austin. How may I help you?" "I guess this is going to sound a bit strange, but I'm trying to contact the previous owner of my beeper." "Why would you want to do that?" "He apparently was a very popular guy. I get a lot of calls for him on this beeper." "Would you like us to issue you another beeper with a different number?" "Not at all. This one's fine. I'd just like to find out how to contact the previous owner to be able to give him some of his messages. I've talked to a few of these people, and they seem worried about him." "I'm afraid we can't do that sir. Our customers have a right to privacy." "I understand that, but is there any way you can contact him and give him a message for me? He may choose not to call, but at least I'll have tried." "Well, I can see in my records that the gentleman is no longer a customer of ours. I don't see how I can..." "If he's no longer a customer, then he can't complain if you call and leave my beeper number for him; can he?" "I guess not." "Thanks sweety. Next time I stop in, I'll bring you some flowers." "Oh you don't have to do that Mr. Austin." "Of course I do. What's your name honey?" "Raylene, but really you don't..." "Just call for me Raylene. You're a doll." "I'll call right now." "Thanks. I'll see you next time I'm in town." "You're welcome Mr. Austin. Bye." "Bye hon." I was enjoying the sun on my exposed cock, stiff in my hand, and I was slowly pulling on it. I learned the trick from a Japanese guy I met in a porn theater in years ago. He showed me the technique of setting up a slow rhythm pulling from the base of the cock to the head. You never speed up or change the rhythm once you have established it. He told me it was an ancient method to bring a cock that had shot too many loads back to life. Well it works. The sensation at first is that nothing is happening, but ever so gradually, the pleasure begins to build and eventually even a cock you think has shot its last load will perk up and shoot another wad. I had drifted off into a sort of dream state, carefully stroking my cock. My eyes were closed, and I was in some kind of blissed out state when I felt a mouth on the head of my dick. It startled me, and I jumped a foot into the air, ramming my dick deep into the throat of my cocksucker. He gagged, and jerked his head back through my window, bumping his head hard on the frame of my car door. "Ooo Shit!" I looked out to see a highway patrolman in full uniform sprawled on the ground getting dusty. He was wearing a helmet, so he wasn't hurt so much as startled. "What the hell were you thinkin" I almost screamed at him. He sat up, and started brushing himself off. "I'm sorry. I was riding by on the highway, and saw you parked up here off the road. At first I thought you might be having trouble, but then I thought maybe something illegal might be going on. I saw you talking on your cel phone. When I got close enough to see that big boner you were working on, I thought it would be nice to taste it a little. Do you mind?" "I guess not. You won't be the first, and hopefully not the last." I opened my door and got out of the car. I closed the door, and leaned against the car with my dick pointed right at the cop's face. He licked his lips, and I could see a bulge growing in his uniform that at least matched mine. He crawled to me on his knees, his uniform getting dirtier by the minute. He swallowed my cock to the hilt, and went to work bobbing on my rod. His hands were feverishly working to pull his boner out of his uniform, and when at last he had it free, he began stroking himself in rhythm to his bobbing head. I had come so far on my own, I wasn't very far from blowing my load. I began to fuck into his throat, and held tight to his helmet while I fed him cock. He was moaning and jerking his meat in a blur. Suddenly his cock started to unload into the dust at my feet. The sight of his cock cream gushing out of his dick head caused me to shoot mine down his willing throat. He gobbled and sucked until my dick started to deflate no matter how hard he sucked. "Thanks buddy. I needed that. Riding my cycle all day makes me so fucking horny I could jump a coyote's hole." He smacked his lips and stood up brushing the dust out of his uniform. "You're welcome I'm sure. Do you always sneak up on guys you want to suck?" He laughed. "Sorry about that. You had such a hot looking boner I couldn't resist. I didn't think you'd mind a little suck action, but I guess it must have been a surprise to feel my mouth on your dick. You almost gave me a tonsillectomy." "And I'm sorry about that. You did startle me a bit." "So, do you ever get together with guys?" "All the time. Why? Are you interested?" "Might say that. I don't get much opportunity. I don't think there is much action in this neck of the woods, and I don't get to Phoenix or Tucson much. I've heard from other cops that both places are crawling with queers." "Well, I wouldn't say they were that thick, but certainly more opportunities than you have here. I don't live in this area, I travel through once in a while on business. How would we get together? Do you have a place?" "I've got a trailer, down in a canyon, not far from here. You could call me there nights, or maybe I could call you. Where do you live?" "I don't, I'm on the road a hundred percent of the time. I stay in motels unless I have a friend who will put me up in exchange for a fuck." "Oh geez, would you like a place to spend the night? I could use a bone up my butt a time or two. It's been so long, I've forgotten how it feels." I looked at my watch, it was a quarter past three. "I really should get into Mesa tonight so I can be at my next job first thing in the morning. What time do you get off shift?" He whacked at a dust streak on his pants with his gloves. "Actually, I'm off now. I was just headed home when I saw your vehicle off the road." He adjusted his utility and gun belts, and looked at me hopefully. "I could get you started early enough to be in Mesa on time in the morning. I go on shift at five in the morning, and Mesa's not that far away." I thought about it for a moment, and decided I'd like to sample a cop. I don't think I had ever had the opportunity before. "Let me back out of here, and I'll follow you." "Hot damn!" He slapped his palm with his gloves, and started back down the goat track to his bike. When I had backed out onto the highway again, he was already pulling out onto the road. I put it in drive, and pulled out behind him. We descended the winding road that was following a small stream through the canyon, until he put on his left turn flasher, and peeled off the highway onto a nearly hidden dirt road. I followed closely behind him, eating his dust. We descended into the narrow canyon, getting closer to the stream as we went down. Finally, the road widened out onto a flat area shaded by huge cottonwood trees. The stream was right there before I knew it. He pulled up next to a small trailer parked at the back of the flat area. It was surrounded by stands of beautifully colored Hollyhock flowers. Their tall stocks partially obscured the metal skin of the trailer, and made it seem to fit into this sylvan glen. I killed my engine, and stepped out of the car. Songbirds were singing in the trees, and hummingbirds were flitting form flower to flower amid the hollyhocks. A big yellow tomcat crawled out from under the trailer, and stretched mightily, yawning and showing a set of fangs big enough to terrorize most dogs. "This here's ol' Scudder. He keeps the field mice and pack rats out of my trailer. I don't know where he came from; just showed up a few months ago, and put himself to work. He always lines up his kills for inspection every morning, and after I praise his hunting skills, he eats every last scrap. From the number of mouse bodies, you'ld think this place was overrun with `em, but I've never seen one alive around here." He scratched the cats tattered ears, and I heard it start up a small motor in its throat. I tried to pet Scudder, but he had other ideas. He hissed at me, and laid his ears back. Animals usually like me, but I didn't force the issue. I backed away, and backed into my cop friend. He put a hand on my shoulder and chuckled. "Took me two months of coaxing to get him to even take a treat out of my hand. He doesn't trust people very much." I turned to him, and offered my hand with my name. He grinned and shook mine. "My mom and dad named me Santee, but that's too much for my cop buddies, so they call me by my middle name which is Ross. Take your pick, I answer to either of them." He started undoing his helmet, and headed for the trailer. I noticed it hadn't been locked, and that he had to bend down to enter the small door. He left it standing open behind him, and I followed him inside. There were basically three areas to the place. A traditional living room with a couch against one end, a small kitchen area that made up the center with a bathroom behind it with a sliding door for privacy. I could see beyond the toilet, a large bed that took up the entire third section. On a counter next to the couch, was a small TV with a built in VCR. Next to it was a stack of gay porn videos, and they were stacked on at least a foot tall stack of what looked like porn magazines. Next to the couch, was a bottle of hand lotion, and a large box of tissues. A small plastic trash can lined with a grocery store bag, was half full of wadded tissues. Either Ross watched alot of sad shows and cried over the endings, or the guy was into jacking off in a big way. He was back in the bedroom area taking off his uniform. I could see a small closet door standing open, and he'd removed his gun and utility belt. He was dragging his shirt out of his pants when he glanced over and caught me watching him. "I gotta get out of this uniform. I can't stand wearing clothes if I don't have to. Just make yourself at home, and get comfortable. I can swear to you I've got complete privacy down here in the canyon. The only time I've ever had a visitor down here, was a fisherman trying the stream for trout. I told him it was private property, and he was trespassing. Since him there hasn't been anybody else come down. That was over two years ago, so if you want to get naked, nobody will care." I pulled my t shirt over my head, and sat down on the couch to take off my boots. He came to me through the trailer with his shirt open completely, exposing a strongly built hairy chest, with two large stiff nipples. He was as tan as Eddy, and I suspected I wouldn't find a tan line on him either. He bent and pulled my left boot off. He dropped it, and I offered him my right boot. It joined the other on the floor, and then Ross sat down beside them and picked one up. He stuck his face into the top of the boot and inhaled deeply. I saw his cock stir in his pants. I reached for his left boot, and pulled it off his foot. I joined him inhaling the odors of a working man's foot. The smell was heady. I licked the inside of the rim and tasted the salty essence of his sweat. I pulled his other boot off, and took a deep whiff of its steamy odors as well. Both our dicks were growing hard as stone. I put my sock covered foot onto his cock mound, and rubbed him with my toes. He moaned, and started pinching his nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. His cock was fully erect under my foot and felt like steel. I pulled off my socks, and ran my toes across his hairy chest, taking over the pinching of his hard nipples with my toes. He began shivering. He pawed at his belt, trying to free his straining cock, and when he did, I could see he was really getting off on my toe action. I stood up, and dropped my pants around my ankles. Since I wasn't wearing underwear, my boner slapped him across the mouth. He didn't need another invitation to swallow my pole. He sucked it down like a starving man. I let him suck for a minute, then worked him off my dick. I pushed him down flat on the floor and lifted his legs by the cuffs of his pants. He raised his butt, and his pants came free. He was wearing purple bikini briefs, which he'd managed to push down below his nuts. His big boner was drooling precum all in the pubic hair around his belly button. He stroked himself a time or two, then reached for me again. I sat back down on the couch, and reached for his rod with both my feet. I ran my toes up and down his cock, and he sagged with emotion and the feelings my toes were bringing to his cock. He raised his legs up in the air, and spread himself open so I could see his winking asshole. I ran a toe over it, and stroked it back and forth feeling the soft bud kiss my big toe each time I crossed over it. I picked up the bottle of hand lotion and dribbled a little on my toes. I worked my big toe over his hole a few more times, until it was well lubed. I pushed against his opening, and felt my big toe slide through his ring. He was starting to beat his meat, and hump my toe. with my other foot, I pushed his hand away from his cock, and poured lube over his throbbing bone. The coolness of the liquid made him shiver, but I soon replaced it with my whole foot sliding up and down his shaft on the sensual slick lube. Ross laid back, and pulled his legs even further apart. He resumed pinching his nipples and moaning while I jacked and fucked him with my feet. I tried slipping more toes into his butt, but couldn't manage it. His ass ring was incredibly tight, and I wanted to feel it wrapped around my dick. I noticed a box of condoms that had gathered dust within reach on the shelf by the TV. I reached for them, and took one out. He opened his eyes and watched me suit my dick up for action with a grin spreading over his face. I pulled my toe out of his butt, and he grabbed it and licked it clean. Then he grabbed my other foot, and cleaned it with his tongue as well. I told him to get on his knees with his body on the couch. I stepped behind him, and realized He had to stand up on his feet for my dick to reach his hole. I helped him into position, and stuffed his prepared hole with my boner. He let out a long low groan while I was sliding into him, but stopped and started breathing hard when I touched bottom. "Take it easy babe," I said, resting with my cock completely inside his body. "Get used to me a little." "It feels so fucking big in me. I haven't been fucked in so long I've forgotten how it feels." "How long's it been?" "Oh shit, over a year. I took a vacation and went to LA for a week." He pushed back on my cock. I pulled out of him an inch or so and then pushed back inside. "I met a guy in a bar on Sunset Boulevard. He was a salesman in town for a few days. He stayed with me in my hotel room and fucked me silly. I think he must have plugged me ten or eleven times in two nights. He was married, but told me he liked to get away from his wife and fuck men every once in a while. I gave him my number, but he never called." I stroked out and then back into his tight hole. He moaned, and reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks. "After he left, I tried everything I could think of to hookup with some other guys, but that bunch of LA fags are so picky. I got a few blow jobs in toilets, and one guy told me about a Park that was hot on weekends, but nobody wanted to fuck." I began to slow stroke him and felt the pressure of his tight hole gripping my cock. I put a hand on the back of his neck, and leaned into his ass. My speed was picking up, and he was kneading my ass cheeks hard. I felt something strange around my dick, and suddenly his asshole opened around the base of my cock, and he passed a loud fluttering fart. "Oh geez man! I'm sorry. I'm just not used to having a dick up my butt." "You want me to pull out?" "No fucking way. I want it harder and as long as you can do it. I need this. Pound my ass baby." I took him at his word, and started whipping my dick in and out of him as fast as I could. Our skin was slapping together, making smacking sounds as the sweat moisture began to build. It wasn't long before I felt my nuts tighten up against the base of my dick. "I'm gonna blow any second Ross," I grunted in his ear. "Then stop. Slow down, don't cum yet. I want you to fuck me all night if you can manage it." I slowed to a stop, and pulled my cock out of his hole. I pressed it down between my legs hard, to curb the sensation of cuming. After a moment it passed, and I let it soften slightly before I stuffed it back into him. Within a minute, I was banging his butthole like a pile driver, and within another minute, I was on the verge again. I pulled out and twisted my dick hard between my legs to stop the building eruption. "Lets change positions Ross. Lay on the couch and I'll go in on top." He got into position, and spread his legs exposing his tight little hole to my dickhead again. His boner was red and swollen on his stomach. I pushed into him, and he pulled back on his legs to get as much of my dick into him as possible. I could see he was as close as I was, and decided to work on him while I pounded him hard. I poured a dollop of lotion into my palm, and stroked it up and down his swollen cock. He started writhing as my cock sent him into overdrive. I felt myself begin to tip over the edge, and at the same time felt his cock start to flex in my hand. His piss tube bulged, and his ass ring tightened on me and we both started blowing our wads. Mine deep in his butt, and his all over his sweaty mat of chest hair. He and I were both moaning, and I collapsed on top of him, my dick still buried to the hilt. We laid there breathing hard, feeling our cocks go soft. Finally mine oozed out of him followed by another blubbering fart. "Geez," he said. We bathed in a deep hole in the cold stream with ol' Scudder watching us from the bank. Afterwards, he fired up a little outdoor grill, and cooked some steaks. He opened a can of early peas, and toasted some chunks of Indian bread he said he got from an Apache woman on the Reservation. We washed it down with beer, and watched the light go out of the canyon. Scudder's ears seemed to catch every tiny sound as he sat on the ground near Ross' bare foot. Finally, the cat stood on all fours, stretched and sauntered off into the gathering night. We watched him go, disappearing into the Hollyhocks like a fading ghost. I looked up at the stars that were beginning to twinkle in the deep blue velvet sky. "Beautiful." I said quietly. "Yeah. It is." We sat there until the chill brought goose bumps to our naked flesh. "You want to watch a video?" I realized I couldn't see Ross distinctly anymore. His body was just a faint lightness against the dark. "Sure, what have you got." "Come on in and take your pick." He got us another pair of beers, while I looked over his selection of films. I picked one that promised pretty much what they all promised, and slipped it into the VCR. I punched the power button on the set, and hit play. The screen glowed with a closeup of a pair of lips around a massive boner. Ross sat down beside me on the couch, and handed me a beer. With his still cold hand, he reached for my flaccid cock, and been fondling me. I sipped my beer, and watched the screen. I guess I was feeling a little tired. Great sex night after night sort of takes it out of you after awhile. I set my beer down on a small end able, and relaxed into the soft couch and spread my legs for Ross. He manipulated my cock to another hardon, and I watched his head slowly bob up and down in my lap through tired slits of eyes. He sucked me like a calf would suck a teat, deep and swallowing my shaft with his throat muscles. He reached for the lotion, and squeezed a dollop into his palm, and began to lube my butthole. his thumb found its way inside me, and he fucked me with his stiff little digit until I began to squirm. He pulled his thumb out of me, and reached for the condoms on the shelf. Suited up, I helped him slide into me, and sighed as he reached bottom and began slow stroking my ass. He pinched my nipples, and I pinched his. He rocked into me with increasing speed, and I felt my need to cum begin to rise. I took the lotion from the end table and squeezed a gob into my hand. It felt cool and slick on my swollen shaft. I stroked, trying to match his rhythm. He pushed my hands away and took over stroking my cock. His left hand worked up and down the shaft while he gripped and pulled my nuts with his right. We kept this up for what seemed like an hour, until I felt my cream begin to boil in my nuts. I arched my back, and clamped down on his cock. He let out a deep breath, and I felt him flex his cock inside me and I started to cum in his hand. He shivered once, and emptied himself into my ass. We laid together for a while, then got up and headed to the bedroom. The next thing I knew, there are birds singing right in my ear, and he's shaking me awake. He's dripping wet, and toweling himself dry. "The streams really beautiful this morning," he smiled. "a little ice around the edges, but not too cold yet." "I think I'll call in sick and sleep the rest of the day." I was mumbling, and squinting at him through slits trying to keep the light out of my eyes. "Fine with me, but I've got to get to work. If I don't report in on my radio by five, they send somebody to check on me. If you want to call, you'll have to get out of the canyon, the cels don't reach down here." "Good. I'll sleep until nine, and drive up to the ridge to call. Can you set the alarm clock for me?" "Sorry bud, I don't own one." He started pulling on a pair of green bikinis that fit his cock just right. "How the hell do you wake up this early without one?" "Scudder," he grinned, and reached for something in the kitchen area. He held a large dead rat up for my inspection. "Four of these pack rats this morning. More than a dozen field mice. He's chowing down out side now. I just wanted to show you one." "Thanks a lot." I wrinkled my nose while he chuckled. He disappeared into the front of the trailer, and I heard him tell the cat what a good job he was doing. When he returned, he started quickly getting dressed. As he finished strapping his gun on, he bent to kiss me on the stubbled cheek. "Will you be here when I get back this afternoon?" "I don't know. If I'm not, I'll leave you a number for my beeper so you can find me." "Good deal. I got to go." He waved at me, and I felt the trailer wobble a little as he stepped outside. A moment later, I heard the roar of his bike warming up and then take off up the road out of the canyon. I think by the time he was out of earshot, I was asleep again. I woke slightly, when ol' Scudder joined me on the bed and curled up on Ross' pillow and turned on his little motor. It was after noon before I woke again.