Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 05:43:55 +0000 From: Chuck Fauker Subject: Meet My Uncle Harry, Part 5, Typical Paulie Before I turned 16, My Uncle Harry, Tony, and the boys at the garage had helped me to get a hold of an older motorcycle. Something I could fix up with some help and still small enough for me to handle. I took a good six months of work in my off hours at the garage to fix up. It wouldn't have taken that long, except that my off hours were also filled with getting fucked everyway to Sunday by my Uncle Harry, the owner Tony, his sons, Paulie and Frankie, and a few other guys at the garage. Before my bike was ready, either Uncle Harry or one of the other guys would pick me up from school to go to work. Pretty often that was Paulie. Paulie would fuck anything with two legs in a heartbeat. And I'm not entirely sure he wouldn't go the way of the quadruped on a drunken dare. For him gender and age were never a problem. It was about getting his dick wet, busting his nut and moving on to the next. It was thrill and conquering. One day I walked out from school to meet Paulie at the curb where he usually picks me up. I saw his Harley parked there, the chrome flashing blindly in the sunlight and the green, yellow, and red flames on black reflecting the scenery back in their various hues. I knew he would go far from his bike so I stood still and listened quietly. It only took a few seconds to hear the familiar grunting of Paulie having sex accompanied by the muffled moans and squeaks of a woman. I just grinned and leaned against his bike waiting for him to finish. A few minutes later, Paulie came around the corner of the library where the dumpster was. His wifebeater was pulled behind his head, his gold chain and medallion flashed in the sunlight against his sweat-glistened chest. He was still fastening the buttons on his ripped jeans as he walked toward me, his belt buckle clanging as it swung free. He grinned at me when he saw me through mirrored wrap-around glasses. I laughed and shook my head. As he reached me, pulling his shirt back over his head, my English teacher walked out from around the corner as well, straitening her hair and skirt. She startled when she saw me standing with Paulie. We both just laughed and I winked at her. She hurried back inside the library to her last class. Paulie adjusted his still half-hard cock in his jeans. As he came around the bike it thrust two sticky fingers under my nose. "Here kid, smell this!" I jerked back, wiping Mrs. Swift's pussy juices from my face with my hand. "Asshole" I retorted. "You couldn't wait around five minutes without finding someone to fuck?" "Hey bud, she came on to me like her pussy was aching something bad. I did her a favor." He swung one leg over the bike and I climbed up behind him. "Hell she had me fuck her in the ass so I could cum in her and her husband wouldn't know. I love freaky bitches like that" I laughed as he gunned the Harley's engine. I grabbed his belt as we sped off to the garage for work. Barely out of sight of my high school, Paulie reached for my hand and placed it on his crotch. Even I, who had been on the receiving end of his libido more times than I could remember, couldn't believe this man's sex drive. He was hard already and throbbing through the denim. He was just one huge walking testosterone package. Even though I couldn't see it, I could clearly imagine the crooked grin across his face as I popped the buttons on his jeans and pulled his meat from its denim prison. He was still hot and sticky from the cum load he had dumped in Mrs. Swift's asshole. I felt a sting of jealousy that it wasn't my ass that had gotten dumped in, but it passed quickly know that it probably would be my ass before I made it home that night. I stroked Paulie as we rode. It was one of his favorite things, masturbating while riding his bike. He'd do it himself if there wasn't someone to give him a reach around. He wasn't shy about it either. But I don't know if anyone ever reported him for public indecency. Shortly before we made it to the Garage, we were forced to stop at a stoplight. As we waited, still idly stroking on Paulie's cock while he leaned into me, a state trooper cruiser pulled up beside us. The area of Connecticut where we live is made up of small towns, all patrolled by a handful of Resident troopers. Because of this, it was pretty easy to know just about every trooper out there. Paulie and his family know most of them personally, since they serviced a lot of the bikes, and therefore a lot of the bikers and "criminal types" in the area at the Garage. Behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses Trooper Owens saw the two of us and what we were doing. I could tell he was fighting a grin to look serious. He waved us over to and empty, tree-shaded parking lot between a catholic church and a beauty and tanning salon. Paulie pulled under the shade of some trees near the rear of the parking lot as I stuffed his cock back into his jeans. I only managed to get one of the buttons fastened when we stopped. Trooper Owens pulled up besides us. Trooper Owens was easily over six feet tall, broad of shoulder and trim of waist. He was clean shaven and handsome as a movie star with bright blue eyes and a square jaw line. His brown hair was short and so cut so high it was somewhere between a buzz cut and a Mohawk and razor-shaved on the sides and back. He stepped out of his cruiser, placing his hard round hat on his head as he did, to look official. His uniform shirt was light blue and a leather suspender crossed from his left shoulder to his utility belt. His pants were dark blue and tucked into knee-high boots. All of his leather on his boots and belt was shined to a mirror finish. He crossed his arms, straining the fabric of his starched shirt with his muscles. "What the fuck were you thinkin' Paulie?" He said in a low, smooth voice. Paulie was sitting back on his bike, hands resting on his thighs nonchalantly. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I clung to the back of the bike, not daring to move too much, trying not to draw attention to myself. What if this got reported and my folks found out. What if they found out everything; about Uncle Harry and the guys at the Garage and everything else? "Just havin' a little fun, Stevie, ain't no big fuckin' deal." Paulie said, obviously at ease. "What I see here could be a big fuckin' deal. A real big fuckin' deal. We're talking an obviously underage boy jerkin' your prick on a public road. How many fuckin' violations does it take Paulie, to make it a big fuckin' deal in your book?" Trooper Owens was defiantly intimidating when he got angry and he was really angry yet. And I told you not to call me Stevie." Paulie stepped off the bike now and went toward Trooper Owens. He had to look up a little to look into Trooper Owen's eyes. "What you gonna fucking charge me, STEVIE?" Paulie spat into Trooper Owen's face. "I got too much dirt on you for you to do that. Like the time you and I banged your boyfriend out at the campground. Or how bout the time I fucked you in that sex club in Providence while all the other fucks in there jerked off on ya? What about those?" One minute I thought the two of them were gonna start swinging. Then the next thin I knew, the two of them were kissing. Trooper Owens squeezed Paulie's biceps with his gloved hands and Paulie's hands pulled the two of them together. Their tongues battled one another for supremacy, both moaning and saliva beginning to slid down their chins. I just stared shock for a second, and then grinned, my apprehension lifting. When they pulled apart, they were both grinning. "Goddamn fucker..." Trooper Owens mumbled. He reached down to adjust his now bulging crotch in his uniform. "I'll make you a deal. You help take care of me and I'll make this all go away." He grinned as he spoke and stepped back from Paulie to rest one arm on top of his car, crossing on foot in front of the other. Paulie tucked his thumbs behind his belt buckle and stood with his legs spread wide. "What do you want Steve? You want a piece of the boy or you want a piece of me?" "Oh I think I'm about due for a piece of you. You never have given up that ass for me, even though you know how bad I've wanted it." Owens let a big Colgate-smile grin spread across his face and tilted his head meaningly toward Paulie's crotch. "Otherwise I might have to report your flagrant impropriety with this young boy here." Paulie hesitated a moment, looking between me and Owens. Not one to ever give into anybody, Paulie threw in the towel and started dropping his pants. "All right fucker. Have it your way. But you don't know what you're missing with the kid here." "I'm sure I'll find out some day." Paulie dropped his jeans down to the tops of his boots and turned around. He bent over, bracing himself against his bike while Ownes unzipped his pants to haul out his engorged meat. Owens spread Paulie's cheeks apart and let a big luggie fly, hitting Paulie's winking asshole dead center. He fisted his cock and rubbed the lube into Paulie's crack. I just sat on the bike as the built Trooper fucked Paulie's ass in broad daylight in a parking lot. When the two of them had some momentum going, Paulie reached over and pulled my boy cock from my jeans. He sucked me off, swallowing my cum right before Owens unloaded into his shitter. The cop grunted like a while animal when he orgasmed! Owens pulled out and quickly stuffed his messy cock back into his trousers. He gave Paulie a good smack on his ass and went to get back into his cruiser when Paulie said, "Hold on a goddamn second. How you gonna bust yur nut in me and not give me so much as a fucking reach around. You gonna leave me with this?" Paulie grabbed his cock and pointed at it with the other. Giving in, Owens said, "Fine. Get over here." Paulie walked over to where Ownes was sitting in the front seat of his cruiser. He grabbed Paulie's hips and went to town, doing a hell of a job sucking Paulie's thick prick. They knocked Ownes hat off into the car as Paulie's hips started swinging, fucking Owens' face good. Paulie held the back of Owens head and force his rod all the way down the Trooper's throat as he let loose with his load. Paulie stepped back and pulled his jeans back up. "Always a pleasure to see you Officer." He smiled as he rebuttoned his jeans. "Yeah. Just watch what you do with the kid in public from now on, okay?" Ownes closed his car door and drove away as Paulie waved. We finally made it to the garage. Late that night, as me, Paulie, and my Uncle Harry were working on my bike, I got fucked by both of the grease covered studs as Paulie told Uncle Harry about both my English teacher and Trooper Owens. I never met a true stud quite like Paulie. A few years ago he dies in a car accident. He as in his truck, driving down the highway, getting a blowjob from some underage kid he picked up at a truck stop. He was hit my a drunk driver right as he orgasmed. The kid lived and told the cops everything. It's the way he woulda wanted to go. I'll miss him.