Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2012 12:39:40 -0800 (PST) From: Wade Wright Subject: Chapter 4 of "Officer Ted" attached. Gay/Male Authoritarian/Interracial Officer Ted By: Wade Wright Chapter Four: Ted's Learning Years "Oh yeah! After all of the playing around in the water that day, which did include me getting my rod grabbed and tugged on, more than a few times, I was headed home on my bike, and this guy by the name of Tom came driving up beside me in his van. He was one of the guys that had pulled and jerked on my dick in the swimming hole a couple of times. When he did, he never let anyone see what he was doing. He'd be up real close to me, like he was just talking to me, and then all of a sudden, I'd feel his hand grab ahold of my dick, jerk on it a few times, smile at me, and just act like he was just standing there and talking. He reached down under and grabbed onto my balls a couple of times too. So anyway, on the road home, he drove up beside me and told me that he wanted to take me the rest of the way home, and that we could put my bike in his van. Well, I gotta be honest man. I never lost my hard-on when he was grabbing onto it in the water, and while he did have ahold of it, I smiled back at him, and I really was wishing that he'd duck his head down under the water line and put my dick in his mouth, so when he wanted to take me on home, I agreed. I didn't know for sure if something was gonna happen or not, but I was gonna take the chance to find out. And it did!" "It did!? What happened? He did something?" "Yeah, he did! First thing was when I put my bike in the van, he told me to stay in the back of the van and take my shorts and trunks off. So I did. Hey, like I said, I was not going to say `No' if he wanted to do something, so I stayed there and took `em off. When he turned back around to drive, I saw him adjust his mirror, so that he could keep an eye on me while he drove. When I saw that, I made sure my hard-on was so he could see it, whenever he looked in the mirror. We drove for about maybe three or four miles, with me back there in the back with my major hard-on sticking out, and bouncing up and down on every bump we hit, and I know he was watching that in the mirror. Then he turned in, to some old building. He got out, pulled a garage door open, drove the van in, closed the door and then crawled up in the van with me. He asked, `You willing?' That was all he said. Two words. `You willing!?' Willing for what? I did not know what he was asking, but I gotta admit that if maybe he was talking about doing some sex, then hell yes, I was `Willing!' I had never had sex with a man before, and this guy was hot. I had seen his dick at the swimming hole earlier that day, and hell yes, I was willing! He worked for the electric utility company, and I think that was how he knew about this building that we were in, and you could see that he climbed a lot of utility poles. When we were in the water, and he was undressed too, I looked at that body a lot. Hell, maybe that's why he grabbed onto my dick and also why he took the chance to pick me up. He did ask me if I'd ever had sex with a man before, and I told him, `I've never had sex with anyone. Well, except for some guys grabbing it like you did in the pool today.' But I don't think that's sex." "Hey Ted, how old was this guy? Was he younger or older." "Well back in those days, to me anybody over about thirty-five was `old,' so then, yeah I thought he was old, but he really wasn't old. He was about forty-five, and his working on the poles had paid off for him. He was built! I was wishing that could watch him climbing up a pole. I think just watching him pulling each leg up and then the next one, and then the other one again, would be exciting to watch." "He looked at me directly in the eyes and said, `Well you're going to today, then, okay?' I reached down, and I grabbed ahold of my dick, not really realizing what I was doing, and just said, 'Yeah, yeah, okay.'" ----------- "Okay then, here's what we're gonna do. You grab that blanket over there and go spread it out on the floor up in front of the van. I'm gonna get all good and naked like you are, then I'm gonna come up there and take that whole big black dick of yours down my throat and then I'm gonna flip over and you are gonna run that damn thing up in my ass just as far as it can go. Okay? You still willing?" "Yeah, yeah. Oh Tom -- are you -- you're gonna swallow my dick? You sure man, you sure?" "Yeah Ted, yeah. I had a friend just like you many years ago, and I swallowed that enormous dick of his every chance I got, and unfortunately, he and his motorcycle did not make it back home one night. I've been hearing about your dick for probably two years now, and not until today did I know for sure it was like Chuck's used to be, and as soon as I saw it, I knew damn well that I was finally gonna get to swallow a dick again, one just like Chuck used to have, and I was finally gonna feel a dick up in my ass that felt just like Chuck's did. When Rich told me about the `skinny dipping' party that some of the guys were getting together for you, I knew right then that I was gonna be there to see if maybe I had finally found me another dick to use just like the one Chuck had." "Tom, was he a lover or something? Did you guys live together?" "No, no. No, I was married at the time. This was all like about three years after I had gotten married, and Chuck's accident changed all of that." "Changed all of that? What do you mean?" "I guess Chuck meant a whole lot more to me than just a big strong thick black dick, cause when he died, I kinda did too. Because of him dying in that accident, and the emotions that I had because of it, I had to admit to my wife that I was bi-sexual, and that was the end of the marriage. We had not had any kids yet, so that was a good thing. Never got married again after that, and until today, had never found me a man with a dick close enough to Chuck's, to be really excited about doing the sucking and fucking thing. Oh yeah, I have done both over the years, but just not with the enthusiasm as I had, with Chuck. So anyway Ted, you and I are gonna do some sucking and some fucking, and if I happen to call you Chuck while we're doing it, forget it. But if I happen to call you Connie, then slug me! Okay?" "Tom, you gotta remember that I have never had real sex with a guy before -- just them grabbing on my dick and kinda playing with it -- so you might have to tell me what to do, okay." "Ted, I kinda think just sticking that phone pole in my mouth, and then later sticking it up in my ass is gonna be pretty simple, and not really gonna take too much instruction." ----------- "And so yes, I got my first sucking and my first, `fucking some guy in the ass,' that day," Ted stated with a broad smile across his face. "Oh shit man, what a way to finally get some sex. Kinda a little like I got a few days ago, but then come to think about it, not really. Not as strong armed and controlling, as I `had to suffer' through, right?" "Had to suffer through!? You didn't suffer through anything! Well maybe up until you finally did understand that I was aiming for bringing you home and not throwing you in the slammer, yeah maybe then you were kinda suffering, but man, once I got you here and Steve and Pete and I got started on you, you sure were not suffering any then. When a guy is begging for it deeper, harder, and rougher, he sure is not suffering." "So you and that Tom guy, you ever do it with him again?" "Oh yeah, oh yeah! Yeah, we were pretty good playmates for about two years. That was when Dad died, and Mom bought the restaurant here, and so she and I and Mary Jane moved here." "Mary Jane!? Who's Mary Jane? Never heard of her." "Oh that's my sister. Sorry, guess I had not had any reason to mention her. She's a couple of years older than me, and she got a degree in Business, and after that she got married and they moved into LA, and now she works at some kind of an apartment management company. So anyway, sorry. You'll get to meet her when she comes home and brings all of her kids. She's got three kids, and yes, I will admit, one hell of a hot husband. And yes, he knows I think he is hot, cause I've told him so more than once or twice. My being gay is not some big dark secret with my family, and if the subject just happens to go the right way, I say what I think, and I've told Mary Jane a number of times, she'd better keep him away from me unless she wants a new brother-in-law instead of a husband." "Seriously man, he's that hot? You'd do him if you got a chance?" "Oh hell yes I would! He works in construction, and I swear every time I see him, I think he's been working on his body more than constructing buildings. I will tell you the only reason I don't do him anymore is just because he is Mary Jane's husband, and I don't want her mad at me." "Wait here a minute! Don't do him anymore!? You've played with him before?" "Yeah, back in our younger days. Like I said, my being gay is no secret around my family, and before he and Mary Jane were married, I mean even before they got serious about each other, Shane and I knew each other at the city pool, and one day I just plain reached out and grabbed his crotch while we were both in the dressing room. Kinda shocked the hell out of him when I did that, but he didn't get mad or anything, and so I pulled his swim trunks off of him, and had to pull ém down kind of rough, to get ém down past his long, thick, big trunk he was carrying around, and since it was only me and him in there, I took a good quick sucking for about two minutes. Hey, he was a big strong guy, proud of who he was, ready to show himself off to anybody that wanted to see him or `ít,' and so when some guy like me went for it, he didn't care. We did that at the pool probably eight or ten times, and then when he and Mary Jane got serious, we decided that maybe we had better not be doing that anymore, for fear that someone might see it, or one of us might let something slip, and then our little secret would be out. Shane's not gay, he's not even Bi, but back in those days, he was cocky enough to let me or any other gay guy suck on him, cause he knew that while they were down there sucking on his juices, we were kind of worshiping and admiring him. He's a hunk, a real hunk. I still look at him today and want to get down there on my knees and worship that thing again, but when he and Mary Jane got serious, we had to agree to stop our fooling around." "Has he got a big dick like yours?" "Oh hell yes! Yeah, it's as big, but unfortunately I've never gotten any "recent" chances to really look at it, really up close, like I'd like to. Just seen it a couple of times lately when we had to go take a piss together, and he had it out to pee. So kind of like when we get to see some guy's cock in a restroom. Just enough to want to grab it and really see it again up close and tight. Hey, I think, he kind of teases me once in a while, cause he'll look at me, then look down at his crotch, then grab it like asking, `Want it?' And of course, every time he does something like that, I let him know, `Hell yes.' But that stuff only goes on if we are someplace, like in a restroom, when it's just him and me. He'd never do that in front of someone else, well around here anyway. As hot and as hung as he is, I truly do have to wonder if maybe -- just maybe -- does he do that to other guys when he's back home." "Hey, that Tom guy that you played with. What all did you guys do before you moved here?" "Everything, just plain everything. He was my true teacher, as far as how to play with guys. Of course that first night he wanted me to stick my cock down in his throat so he could remember his buddy Chuck, and suck it off like he used to do to Chuck, and then of course he wanted it stuck up in his ass so that once again he could kind of make believe that Chuck was up there and was the one pushing a cock up into him. And let me tell you, I had never felt anything so good as having my cock up in his ass. Course, gotta remember, that was the very first time that I had ever fucked some guy's ass, so of course, when we started, I really did not know what to expect, nor know how it was gonna feel. Oh man, once I got it in there and he told me to, `Push, push hard,' that is when I found out what a man's ass really feels like." "So that was before you and Shane did your stuff then, right?" "Oh yeah. It was all because of what Tom and I did together, and what he taught me, that gave me the guts to do," to Shane, what I did that first time. He and I had known each other for a couple of years before that `magical' day in the dressing room, and I think that is why Shane was so shocked when I just walked up to him, reached down, and grabbed it." "Hey, when you did that to Shane, that first day, what happened? What did he do?" "Oh like I said, even back then, he was a pure stud, and when I grabbed his dick, he smiled. He liked to be looked at and admired, and I'm sure that to have some guy, even a guy he knew and that knew him, and to have that guy just reach out and grab his crotch, was probably the highest of complements he could get. He just looked at me, smiled real big, then turned and looked around to see if anybody else was there, then looked back at me again, and just kind of silently, gave me the OK to pull his trunks down. I don't know if right then he knew I was gonna suck on him or not, but I found out later that he was kind of praying that I would. He liked to be admired, and I found out getting sucked on, was his `top' of being admired. He just stood there and kind of kept an eye out for anybody that might be coming in, but thankfully nobody came in. I got nervous of doing it right there, kind of in public, so I didn't suck on him long enough for him to shoot off, so the next time we hid ourselves, cause he told me he wanted to shoot off in my mouth. He was the first one to shoot his cum in my mouth, other than Tom. I don't know why, but Shane's tasted better. I never turned Tom down, but for some reason, I liked Shane's better. A lot of white guys go after us black guys, and maybe that is the reason. Maybe we do taste better. Gary, you get yourself some more experience, and then you tell me, ok?" "Yeah, okay! So, like how long did you and Tom play that first time?" "Oh we probably played for more than an hour or maybe an hour and a half. I was learning stuff, and he wasn't wanting to stop too early either. So we did that the first night, then he had me over to his place the next night, and at least once a week the whole time before we lost Dad, and Mom bought the restaurant and we moved. Dad knew Tom was gay, one of those things a man learns as a police officer in a town, and he knew that I was spending quite a bit of time over at Tom's place, so one day he asked me if Tom was fun, and was he the kind of a guy that I wanted to grow up like. I told him, `Yeah, he's a good guy, and yeah, I think I'd like to be like him when I get older, but I wanna be a patrolman or city police officer, not a utility man.' He looked at me, patted me on the shoulder and said, `Good son -- good. Tom is a good guy, and I know that if you grow up like him, you will be a good guy too, and I'm real glad that you want to be a man of the law. Keep up that goal, and I know someday you will be an officer. I already know that you want to be a good man, and that you like to help other people out whenever you can. Keep it up!' " "So I guess he really did know that you were gay, and that you and Tom were playing around, right?" "Yes, he had to know. He never just came right out and told me that he knew that I was, but he often reminded me to be careful of who I hang out with and always watch out for the wrong kind of people." "So after that swimming party day, did you ever play around with any of the guys that used to play with your dick when you guys were younger? Did any of `em ever really play with you then?" "Yeah, a couple of `em did. One time I was kind of hanging out with Jack over at his house. His parents were out of town somewhere, and he managed to bring the subject up and ask me if he could see it again, since he figured it had stopped growing by that time, and so yeah, we went inside, and he took my pants down and got it out. I told him to get it hard like he used to do, and so he jerked it a couple of times, and of course it went hard immediately. It felt so good when he stroked it. He did it like he had had a lot of experience doing somebody. He did it so nice and gentle and firm and tight grabbing onto it. Then he asked me if I had trouble fucking the girls with it, and that's when I got real honest with him and told him that I had no interest in girls, and that Tom and I were using each other. He knew Tom, but not enough to know that he was a gay guy. So anyway, then Jack asked me if it would be okay for him to just kind of lick the side of it, and I told him to go ahead. He licked it for a few minutes, and then I saw him take a real big deep breath, and he put the tip of it in his mouth. He just kind of sucked on it a little, didn't really try to take it down into his throat any, and then he pulled off. He looked up at me and said, `Gotta be honest man, gotta be honest. I've wondered for a long time now what it would be like to put my mouth on that, and I decided that if I was ever gonna find out, I had to do it now. I guess if you and Tom are playing around with each other, then my tasting that, was okay with you, right?' " "I looked down at him and said, `Hell yes man, hell yes! I'm glad you did that, and if you ever want to do it again, all you gotta do is let me know. What you and I do together is just between you and me.' Then I told him, `Hey Jack, if you've been wondering just what that would be like, then I just know that you've been wondering just what it would be like to have me get down there and suck on yours, right?' He took another big deep breath and looking up at me, he softly said, `Yeah, but -----` I looked at him, and just said, `But, there's no but about it. I know you want to feel it, and now is the time to do it, and if we never do it again, so be it, but today we do. Stand up here man, and give me your rod. If you never do it again, at least you will know what it feels like, and then also you can decide if you do want to do it again or not. Understand?' Real silently he stood up, I undid his pants and pulled `em down, and he did have a hard-on. I put it in my mouth and sucked it off. When he came, I honestly thought he was gonna go through the roof. It felt good, and he admitted that, that was a feeling like he had never had before." "Did he and you ever do it again? Did you ever suck on him again, or him on you?" "Yeah, we did once or twice, but not very often because right before we moved, he got married. The last time we did it, he admitted to me that he had realized that he was a true bi-sexual. He was getting married, but he just knew that as the times went on, he was gonna need to be getting some action with guys, but it was shortly after that, that we moved, so no, he and I never did it again after that. I have no idea about what ever happened to him, I lost track of him, so I have no idea of how everything worked out for him." "Did you and any of the other guys ever do anything?" "When you say, `Any of the other guys,' do you mean just the guys my age or maybe are you talking about some of their daddies?" "Well, maybe both. Yeah, guys like about your age, and their fathers too. You did play with some of the fathers too, I guess?" "Yeah, yeah sure did. I think I'm a lot like Shane. I like to show it off whenever possible, and back then, it was a real biggie for me to have some of the fathers wanting to see it, and maybe touch it, or do something with it. I kinda think that some of `em that usually never played with a guy, they finally decided to just see what playing with a guy was like, once they either got a chance to see my dick at the swimming party, or maybe heard from some of the other dads, what I was hanging. Gotta remember I only lived in that town for about two years after they all got a chance to really find out if what their sons were saying was true or not, so I kinda think that if I'd been there a little longer, maybe I would have had a chance with more of them than I did. But, I can't complain. Had some good times before we lost Dad, and Mom and us kids moved here." "Like what? Tell me, tell me!" "Well, I kinda think maybe the best time I had with any of the daddies was the time two of `em ask if I could help `em move some furniture. One was Wess, my buddy Shane's daddy, and the other one was his neighbor, Dan. Dan didn't have any kids, and Wess was a real good friend of his. Anyway, one day Dan needed some heavy bookcases moved from his Mom's place, about maybe thirty or forty miles up the highway, down to his house. And I gotta be honest, I'm not so sure Dan and Mr. Morris -- Shane's dad -- really needed me to help. Fact is, I know for damn sure they really didn't." "Why? What happened that makes you think they really didn't need your help?" "Cause once we got there, I was really more of `in the way,' than help. I gotta be honest with you and tell you that I now know, they both just wanted to get me off someplace, nice and private, so they could see what I was hanging. Once we got in the truck that we were using, the talk kinda changed from moving bookcases to a little more about me. And once it was about me, then it really became all about what I was hanging down there. They didn't need my help -- what they needed, was my dick. And what Dan really wanted was to get to my dick, and my ass, and my balls, and my tits, and I think maybe even get my tongue up in his ass. I was the young hung black guy, and I kinda think I was the `cream of the crop,' for the guys out there on the loose, trying to pick up the `cream of the crop' to play with, or get played with by the `cream of the crop.' Hey, my dick was something a little on the different side for all of those guys, and I think all of those guys were a little more anxious to do some man-to-man playing around, than they wanted to admit. I think maybe they had wanted to do the `guy with guy' thing for a long time, and now there was this `different' thing that was maybe available, and they decided that the reason, and the time, had come, to finally do something. I know damn well that by that time in their marriages and their lives, they weren't getting too much sex at home anyway, so hey, maybe, just maybe, this hung black kid just might be the answer to their being horny problems. Hey, when all of those guys were all curious about me, and what I had -- that was fun. They wanted me and what I had, and I was gonna let them have it and let ém see it. And if it took a road trip, `getting some bookcases,' to let a couple of ém get to it, so be it! I was game. They had to do all of the planning and getting everything set up, all I needed to do, was be there and let ém at me." ---------------------------------- Comments and maybe some personal experiences that you have had, always welcome. WadeWrightaz@yahoo.com Thanks for reading!