Knowing I'm
Gonna Get Fucked

by: Peter
(© 2012 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 5 

Sunday morning I taught Kyle a little more about fucking.  It was surprisingly fun since I felt free to tell him exactly what to do and how to do it.  He appreciated it and didn’t seem to mind helping me get off as well.  It left us both pretty exhausted and I stayed over a little longer so I didn't look like I'd run a marathon when I went home.

That afternoon my dad took me out to the garage to look at my car.  He said he wanted to teach me the basics about auto mechanics.  From the way he was acting I worried that he wanted to have a “serious” talk with me.  I kept changing the subject.

I was afraid my parents probably suspected something was going on with me.  I was trying to act the same as ever but I felt like a completely different person than the one I’d been a month ago.  I hoped they hadn’t noticed too big a difference and I spent most of the time deflecting my dad’s attempts to talk about anything but cars.

Monday morning I started worrying a little about what I was doing.  I was gay, I thoroughly loved being fucked and sucking cock, but I wondered if there could truly be too much of a good thing.  It started when I was standing at the mirror shaving and doing the math.  I was getting fucked three, four times a week by eight, nine or more guys.  Kyle was the math whiz.  I wondered if I gave it to him like a word problem if he could figure it out.  Subject K is getting fucked by twelve of his teammates; make that thirteen, counting Damon. He takes on two to six of them every day of the week.  He also gets boned by his coach at least once a week and his best friend on the weekends.  How many times is he getting fucked a week?

I didn't know for certain how many times that added up to but it was an average of about 35 fucks a week.  I didn't think even a woman could handle that much sex, and I was a guy, not built for fucking.  I thought, what if I'm doing physical damage to myself?  It wasn't something I could ask a doctor about.  I mean, I couldn't ask Doc Browning how many times a week a guy can get his ass fucked before it starts getting loose. But I took it up with Justin.

I was walking out to my car after practice, having left the locker room without showering.  I knew it would be noticed, and it was.  Justin came running after me.

"Hey, Kenny!"

I slowed for him to catch up with me and he walked with me to my car.

"What's up?  How come you walked out without showering?"

I smiled a tight smile.  "You mean how come I walked out without servicing the team, don't you?"  I said.

"Well, there's that, too, but everybody's wondering if there's anything wrong.  If maybe one of us did or said something wrong."

"No, not intentionally.  It's me," I said.

"What about you?"

"I've been thinking, and I can't keep doing this, Justin."

"Hey, nobody's raping you," he said, then he immediately backed off.  "No, that came out wrong.  I meant to say, nobody's forcing you.  If you think we are, well, I'll take care of it."

"I know nobody's forcing me.  I like doing it.  But I woke up and did the math, I'm getting fucked an average of 35 times a week.  Nobody's ass can hold up under that kind of pounding."

"Fuck, I never thought of it like that, in numbers," Justin said.

"I never did either, till this morning."

"Hey, I'll take care of it," he said, clasping a friendly hand on my shoulder.  "I'll back the guys off.  You let 'em know when you want to do it.  And I'll put a restriction on them, like only two or three at a time.  The others will just have to wait.  We'll rotate."

I was a little ticked that he didn't mention not doing it at all, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want that either.  As much as I was worried I couldn’t imagine giving it up all together.  His plan sounded okay.  I could handle two or three of them several times a week. 

Despite how good it was with the team, I yearned for Sheriff Walker.  None of them could match the guy, in size, or moves or in overall studliness; well, maybe except Damon.  That night with him had turned him into a god for me.  I wondered why Jack hadn't contacted me, he was the one who said he would like to see me again and I'd told him to call me any time.  But then I realized it would look funny, having the Sheriff call my house, my parents would think I was in trouble.  I should’ve given him my cell number.

I drove out to the Sheriff's station after dinner the next evening.  I didn't know what hours he worked but he'd said I could ride along some night.  I presented his card to the deputy behind the counter.  He didn't say anything, just turned and walked back into an office.  He came out a minute later and told me I could go in as he opened the part of the counter that served as a gate.  I went back to the Sheriff's office. He was all smiles.  He stood up from his desk as I came in and put out his hand.

"Close the door, will you?"

I closed the door and he motioned for me to sit down.

"It's great to see you, Kenny."

"You, too, Sheriff.”  And I meant it.  I’d never noticed how hot he looked in his tan and brown uniform.  The shirt looked like it had been tailored just for him.  “You said to come out, you would take me along," I gently reminded him.

"Yeah.  Do you want to go now?" he asked.

"If you can get away,"

"Well, I am the sheriff," he said.

He led me out of the office and told the deputy he was taking me for a ride-along, said to call him if he needed him.  I glanced over to the county jail, stared over the high fence.  “You run the jail too?  It looks scary.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to go there.  You’d be the best piece of fresh-meat they’d ever seen.”

“Does that really happen in there?” 

“Nah,” he chuckled.  “Not in my jail.  Probably in prison but jail is just for the ones who haven’t been sentenced or are serving a short sentence.  The guys in there aren’t looking at years of no women.  But put a piece of young, fresh meat in there……well, I wouldn't want to be responsible for what might happen.”  A shiver of mostly fear and a little excitement crawled up my spine.  “Come on, that one’s mine,” Jack said with a nod at the first car.

In the squad car he buckled up and so did I, as I took in all the equipment in the vehicle.  He smiled at me as he drove out.

"Pretty impressive, huh?"  he said.

"Yes, sure is."

"Sorry I can't show you what it's all for.  Unless we run into something," he said.  He reached over and squeezed my leg.  "Man, I've thought about that night so much," he said.

"So have I."

"I want us to get together like that again."

"I would like that."

"Can't do it tonight, but I'll arrange something."  His hand never left my leg, and his thick fingers inched up my thigh.  I was a little surprised at that and it made me wonder; he hadn't reciprocated that night.

He took my hand and clamped it between his legs.  "That don't mean we can't have a little fun tonight while I drive, though, if you're up to it."

We were on a gravel road and I was up to it.  I began massaging the massive bulge, feeling his cock come alive.  After a couple of minutes he pulled over and tilted the steering wheel up then undid his service belt and the belt in his pants. 

"I need to get some of this stuff out of the way, can't have slobbers or cum on my pants when I go back," he said as he shoved his uniform pants half way down his thighs, along with his shorts.  His cock sprung up from between his legs, the wide head sticking proudly out of the skin that had drawn back.  Then he laid his arm across my shoulder.

I knew that was a sign for me to go down on him.  I leaned over and bent down under the steering wheel and captured his cock with my mouth.  He laid his hand on top of my head, digging his fingers in my hair, and slowly eased the car back onto the gravel road.

"Now don't raise up unless I tell you to," he said.

I couldn't believe we were doing this….I was sucking the Sheriff in his squad car, driving down the road!!  I wondered fleetingly again, about Justin, if he knew anything.  I sucked him slowly, almost reverently, worshipping his big, beautiful cock, his arm across my shoulder.  I cupped his balls and lifted them to my mouth.  He moaned and splayed his legs out wider.  I loved the smell of him, the feel of his massive thighs under me. 

His hand left my head and moved down my back, to my butt.  He squeezed my butt through my jeans, and I wished I'd worn just shorts, not even any underwear, so he could get to me better.  But he wasn't deterred.  He squeezed and played with my butt for a few minutes through my jeans, then he shoved his fingers down inside the waistband of my shorts.  I quickly reached down and undid my belt and my fly to give him better access.  He ran his hand down inside my shorts with his middle finger laying in the crack of my ass.  I moaned softly and squirmed against it.

He wet his finger and put it back, pressing his fingertip against my hole.  I moaned louder and squirmed again. 

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he said huskily.

I moaned around his cock and nodded.

He gradually worked his finger into my hole as far as he could reach and wriggled it around and fucked me with it.  It wasn't his cock, not even his whole finger, but he was driving me nuts. 

I raised up from his cock and said, "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum.  But that's the point, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna cum in my shorts," I said.

He laughed.  "I want you to.  I want you to fill your shorts and have it soak through your jeans."

"But I gotta go back in the house like that," I said.

"Can’t you sneak in somehow?"

"I suppose I could."  He was still fingering me and now the idea of filling my shorts was exciting me.  I went back to sucking his cock.

I didn't know how many miles we drove; probably not far because we were driving so slow. And we weren't going to go much farther before I shot my load.  He was doing a number on my prostate.  Godd, his thick finger felt like a small cock inside me.

"Ohh….ohh, fuck, Kenny, are you getting close?  Cause I am.  Let's try to make it together."

I nodded and moaned around his cock. Godd, I was so close; I needed to cum so bad!

Suddenly it blew. His and mine.  I felt his cock swell and then lurch in my mouth and the buildup of his climax made him fuck me harder with his finger.  I was practically thrashing around on his finger, trying to work myself up to cum when he did.  It happened right on cue.  Almost at the same instant the first salvo shot out of his cock, my first one shot into my shorts.

The sheriff swerved several times trying to keep control of the car till finally, right in the middle of it, he braked and took it out of gear.  So there we sat in the middle of the road, him filling my mouth and throat with warm law-cum and me filling my shorts. 

"Oh, shit!" he gasped suddenly.  "There's a car right behind us!  Stay down!" he said as he pushed my head down so hard that his cock shoved completely into my throat.  I fought down the gag reflex and the urge to raise up off of it while he eased over to the side of the road and waved the car around.  I could tell the car slowed down but he waved past and told them to move on.

I was breathless by the time he let me raise up off his cock.

"Damn, gotta be more careful," he said. 

I sat up and felt between my legs.  My jeans were already soaked through with cum.  "Now I gotta figure out how I'm gonna get back in the house," I said.

"Might be better to wait till they go to bed," he said. "We'll drive around, just cruise the neighborhood till you think it's safe to go in."

While we were driving the Sheriff brought up something else interesting.

"Hey, I've got this new deputy, a young guy right out of the Marines. Maybe you would like to meet him.  You'd like him, he gives a whole new meaning to the word stud.  I'll have him with me next time you ride along if you want.  You just might hit it off.  If you do, then I'll know more about him.

"What do you think or know about him now?" I asked.

"I don't know.  He's hard to read.  Real cool.  I figured you might be able to find out for me.  Do you want to meet him?"

"Sure."

"Great, drive out to the station sometime, we'll all go for a ride."

“Cool, I should give you my cell number so you don’t have to call the house.  Then you could tell me which night would work best.”

“Good idea, Kenny.” 

We drove for a while in silence and I watched him in the reflected glow of all the dashboard instruments.  He was so handsome, so manly.  He hadn’t kissed me and I really wanted to taste his lips again, get close enough to smell him some more.  My sticky jeans were starting to get a little full again.

“What?  Is there something on my face?” he finally asked.

“Nah, sorry.  You’re just so fucking sexy to me, Jack.”  I don’t know where I found the courage to admit that to him.

“I…  Thanks, Kenny.  I feel the same way about you,” he admitted in a low voice, cutting his eyes over to me and back to the road. 

It only made me more curious about the man.  He was the first to do more than fuck me, the first to act like he cared about how much I enjoyed it.  I really wanted him to be into guys like I was.  I wanted to be more to him than a warm hole for his dick.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“You can ask me anything and I’ll let you know if it’s too personal,” he told me. 

For the first time I looked out the window and tried to think how best to say what was on my mind.  I didn’t recognize whatever back road we were on.

“Am I the first guy you ever had sex with?”  That wasn’t too bad for a start, I told myself.

“No, you’re not."  I was surprised by his answer.  "Listen, kid, I know you’re trying to figure things out.  All this shit can be confusing, I know, I’ve been there.  I guess I should be more upfront with things but it’s hard for me.”

“Like what?”

He waited, to take a deep breath before he began.  “I’m going to tell you stuff that no one else knows, not even Justin.  You have to give me your word it won’t go beyond this car.  I trust you, Kenny, but you have to swear…”

“I promise, sir.”  I held my breath and waited for him to begin.

“I guess a good starting point would be when I was sixteen.  I was working at this restaurant that my parents owned.  It was just bussing tables on the weekends but my parents wanted me to start learning about the value of a dollar, and about business in general.  There was this guy, Greg, he’d just gotten out of the military.  He must’ve been twenty-three or four.  He was a cool guy, kind of a scoundrel, and built like you wouldn’t believe.  I wanted to be just like him.  Anyway, he worked the bar on the weekends when there was a crowd.” 

He paused to collect his thoughts and I waited, getting into his story.

“I was always hanging close to him and we started to sort of hang out.  I didn’t realize it at the time but he was grooming me.  Seducing me, actually.  I was so eager for his attention it probably wasn’t too hard for him.  I mean, I wasn’t real close to my dad and here was this cool guy who was just so good looking, treating me like an adult.”  He shook his head with a faraway look in his eye and a sad smile.

“Things progressed, we grew closer, and it didn’t take much convincing on his part to get me to blow him one night after closing."

"No kidding!"

"Yeah, no kidding.  The feelings were already there, just waiting to come to the surface.  I just didn't realize it; or didn't want to.  I was surprisingly okay with them.  I mean, I found myself perfectly at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth."

"Greg moved fast. The next night he was fucking me in the store room.  Then it was happening every night and even during the days when we could sneak off together.  When I wasn’t with him I was really ashamed of what I was doing, I knew it was wrong, but at the same time I couldn’t get enough of him.  He never did anything for me--he was a selfish bastard--and he treated me like a dog to call whenever he needed me.  He’d snap his fingers and I’d come running.”

“What happened to him?”

“Luckily for me, he moved on before the summer was over.  Didn’t even tell me he was leaving.  My dad told me when I showed up for work one weekend and Greg wasn’t there.  That hurt and made me even more ashamed of myself.  I tried to man-up and shrug it off.  But I missed him.  As part of getting over him, I fucked every girl I could talk into letting me do it.  I met Justin’s mother and got her pregnant.  I was just a stupid kid.” 

He paused for so long I thought he was done.  “What happened then?” I asked.

“Well, my parents had money, and knew how to use it.  They bought her off.  They pressured me to give her up ‘cause she was from the wrong side of town.  They took the baby and sent her off with a check.  Things were different between us after that but I buckled down and finished high school early.  My mother and father kept everything hush-hush and helped me with Justin.  I mean, what did I know about raising a kid?  After high school I went on working for them and went to college part-time.”  He shook his head and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I was a late surprise for them, they were already in their forties when I was born.  My one sister started college the year I started first grade.  They were just too old and set in their ways to understand what I wanted from life.  By the time I turned twenty-one I’d had enough and I applied with the sheriff’s department, started the academy a week later.  My parents weren't happy about it.  There was a bit of a row, and my Dad even threatened to cut me out of his will.  I told them they could take their money and shove it, I was going to live my life.  They bought a place in St. Thomas and retired down there. I didn't begrudge them; it was their money. They died about five years ago in a boating accident.” 

I slumped back in the seat in shock.  I had no idea about his life.  “Wow, that’s… crazy.  I'm sorry, Sheriff.  What about Justin's mother?" 

"Never heard from her.  He hasn't either, as far as I know."

He laughed softly.  "He didn't cut me out of his will.  Left me pretty well off, in fact.  But I liked what I was doing so I didn't chuck it all to lead the good life.  I grew up pretty quick after that.  I figured out real fast that I was more into guys than women.  But I dated only women while Justin was growing up.  Not that there were a lot of opportunities with guys around here.  I only hooked up with a guy when it was completely safe.  But I never let any of them fuck me.  Ever since Greg it was just too scary for me to give someone else that kind of control.  Greg practically fucking owned me and I won’t let that happen ever again.” 

I could feel his anger and distress in the air and it made me antsy.  I put a hand on his thigh in an attempt to comfort him.  By degrees he slowly relaxed and I was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot of his building.  I hadn’t even realized we were close.

“Thanks for telling me, Jack.  It means a lot that you trust me so much.”  I suddenly felt very adult.

“Nah, thanks for listening.  It felt good to get it off my chest.”  He put his hand on the back of my neck and stared into my eyes.  He looked out the car and seeing we were alone, he pulled me over to him for a kiss.  It was sweet and gentle, not so much about sex.  But it still made me horny.

After he released me he turned and opened his door.  I did the same and climbed out of the car.  He nodded at me over the top and headed toward the building.  Halfway there he stopped and watched me get in my car.  I could see him in the mirror, he watched me all the way out onto the road.

To be continued... 

Posted: 01/20/12