Small Town Cop - Part One
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
I grew up on a small farm near a very small town in Georgia. My folks died when I was nineteen my father from cancer, in June, and my mother of a broken heart a few days after Thanksgiving that year. Since I had worked on the farm all my life, I expected it would be mine to continue working, and I wasn’t wrong. After some legal stuff in the county court house, because my daddy hadn’t left a will, I received the deed, and assumed the responsibility for the debts with the various debtors my folks had done business with. But, except for the debts, the farm was free and clear, since my daddy had inherited it from his daddy, and my grandpa had inherited it from his. It had been in the family since before the Civil War. And I still had my great granddaddy’s sword and musket hanging over the fire place in the kitchen.
The old house was a log cabin my ancestors had put up themselves after clearing off the pines and planting corn and tobacco. The date somebody had carved into a skinned log pole that held up the left corner of the porch said 1853, and had my initials carved under it so I guessed I was named after some long dead ancestor of the same name, or at least with the same initials. But, I was the end of the line. I’d known since my first experience with a guy that picked me up one Saturday when I was hitching a ride to town just for a break from the farm work, that I liked cock.
Me and him had pulled off the red dirt road down a hollar behind some trees, and spent the afternoon sucking and fucking and getting stewed on a jug of corn he had with him. He was from Atlanta, and was looking for land to buy. His name was Deak, just like mine, and we had a good laugh over it. He had a big fucking cock on him, and certainly knew how to use it. I can still picture him standing under a Paw Paw tree, necked as a Jay, holding that big old dick of his and waving it at me. I never thought twice, just dropped to my knees, and commenced to suck him best I could. He had to get me a little drunk so I’d let him put that big thing up my butt hole, but once it was there, I took to it like I was doing it all my life. But that is a different story. This story is about my run in with the law.
As you might imagine, being queer in rural Georgia, isn’t the best place in the world to get in a lot of practice sucking dicks, or anything else for that matter. But I learned after a couple of dry years, about a rest stop out on the highway north of town where a guy might hook up now and then. Which I did from time to time make use of late at night, and usually after my balls were turning bright blue. It wasn’t a habit for me, but once of maybe twice a month, I’d ride out there, and sit on the stool in the last stall which had a hole cut in the wall, and get myself sucked off. I even occasionally returned the favor. It wasn’t much, but it saved me from driving all the way to Atlanta just for a blow job.
So you get the picture. This night in question, I drove out to the rest stop, and hung around in the toilet for over an hour, but nobody came in at all. My nuts were driving me crazy, and I figured I’d better move on before my car parked out there in the lot so long attracted the law. Crest fallen, and horny as a goat, I drove home thinking I’d just have to beat off, and try again some other day. I hadn’t been home more than two minutes, when my old blue tick hounds set up a racket, and a police car pulled into the driveway and parked right behind my Dodge pickup. It sat there for a long minute, while I could see by the dome light it was a deputy from town, and he was writing something on a pad. Finally he picked up his radio mike, and said something I could hear, but didn’t understand.
“Denise, this is Shorty. I’m gonna take a coffee break for a while. It’s deadern’ a door nail out here tonight.” I wondered if he expected me to make a pot of coffee since it was almost three in the morning. He stepped out of his car, and pulled up on his utility belt and pistol. He looked about twenty-five or six. I knew who he was, but since the department had hired him from out of town, I had never really met him before. He looked around and started walking toward the front porch. I stepped out onto it from behind the screened door, and stood there speechless until he got close enough to use my regular talking voice.
“Mornin’ deputy.” I touched the bill on my cap with my forefinger, and took him in. He was right at six foot, and had a nice build on him, like he worked out or something. The other nighttime deputy, was a black kid I had gone to school with, who had put on some pounds because, it was speculated, his wife was a really good cook. But Shorty here, wasn’t porking up on fatback and taters and cornbread from the look of him.
“Mornin’. You probably wonderin’ why I pulled up in yer yard this time of the mornin.”
“A little. I done somethin’ I hadn’t ought to?”
“Depends.” He stepped into the circle the porch light threw into the yard, and I could see, he had a pretty good sized package in his pants. I licked my lips.
“On what?”
“Well,” he paused, and then stepped up onto the first step of the porch. “He looked back over his shoulder to where his car was parked, before speaking the rest of his sentence. “I was followin’ a vehicle, and after it turned off the highway onto this here road, I lost it. I pulled in here, to see if you have been out at the highway rest stop tonight. I saw your lights from the road, and figured you were awake.” I mulled this over wondering what I should say.
“Yeah,” I finally said, and shifted my weight on my feet. “Is there a law against that?”
“No. not at all. It’s just. . .” He stopped, and stepped up onto the porch beside me. I could see then, he was sportin’ a little wood. I wondered if he wanted to do something about it, and felt my own dick thicken up a little.
“Just what?” I stepped back from the edge of the porch, and reached for the screen door. “Come on in. I was just about to put on a pot of coffee. You want some.”
“Sounds good.” He followed me into the kitchen. I told him to sit at the table, and I started putting grounds in the percolator. He sat down with his legs under the table, and I couldn’t see his cock in his blue pants anymore. I plugged in the percolator, and then set two mugs on the table, and got a carton of milk out of the fridge, and put it on the table next to the sugar. I sat down in a chair to his left, and opened the drawer in the table on that side, and got out two spoons.
“So, just what? By the way, I’m Deak.” I offered my hand.
“Everybody calls me Shorty. But my name is Jessie.”
“Well, I don’t think you look like no Shorty, Jessie. Six foot is my guess.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how that got started.”
“So Jessie, you followed me home. . . “
“I did, but like I said, I wasn’t sure it was your vehicle I was following since I lost it right after it turned off the highway.”
“Well, I grew up on this farm, and I could drive that road blindfolded. I do tend to speed up once I’m on it. You gonna bust me for speedin’?”
“No. Not at all. I’d have to clock you for it to stick. No, it’s not that. I wanted to ask you a few questions is all. See, I was hiding in a stand of pines in the highway median, and noticed you stayed in the rest stop toilet for a little over an hour.”
“Uh oh,” I thought to myself, and pushed myself up to get the percolator that was just groaning to a finish, the smell of fresh coffee filling the room. I poured coffee into the mugs. He reached for the sugar, and I set the pot on the table, and picked up the milk. I poured some into my mug, before sitting down again. “Yeah, so?”
“I just thought it was a bit strange you would sit on the toilet that long.”
“Uuh. Well. . . “ I couldn’t think of anything to say.
“We’ve had some reports that there has been some homosexual activity at the rest stop. I was sort of keeping an eye out tonight since it was so dead on the roads. I usually don’t do that, because the Highway Patrol considers it their jurisdiction, but they’ve got a man out sick tonight, so I thought I’d check it out.”
“Shit Jessie. You think I might be one of them queers?” I started to protest.
“Well, it wouldn’t bother me if you were.” He sipped some steaming coffee while I thought about what he’d just said.
“Why not?” I reached for the sugar, and spooned a double helping into my mug. He reached for the milk. He looked down at his mug as the clouds of milk turned from his stirring the sugar into it.
“Actually, I was sort of hoping to catch some guys in a sex act. I was a little disappointed when yours was the only vehicle to come through tonight. When you finally came out of the toilet, and drove away, I followed you just to see if you might have been looking for some fun.”
“What kind of fun would I be looking for in the rest stop toilet?” I wasn’t going to tip my hand until he tipped his, which is what I suspected he was leading up to. He sipped his joe, and thought about what he wanted to say. Finally, he set the mug on the table, and picked up his spoon and tapped it on the table a couple of times.
“It’s like this,” he finally said. “I like a little fun myself from time to time.”
“Really?” I felt my stomach give a flip, and my dick got a little harder. “With a guy?”
“I’m telling you this in confidence. I’d lose my job if it got out I was gay.”
“Of course.” I set my mug down, and I guess my mouth was hanging open a bit.
“So. . .” He didn’t continue, waiting for me. I mulled it over gripping my hot mug tightly with my heart pounding in my chest before I made a decision.
“I guess you followed the right vehicle then.” I leaned over, and put a hand on his thigh under the table. I felt his hand cover mine.
“You horny as I am?”
“How horny are you?”
“I’ve been dreamin’ about the cow in the field behind my house.” I laughed at his little joke.
“I know what you mean. The pigs have been giving me a wide berth lately. Must be the hormones.” He laughed. I moved my hand from his, and felt a thick hard pipe of flesh running down his inner thigh. He shuddered, and sucked in his breath. “How long’s it been for you?”
“Too fucking long. My last hook up was in Atlanta, and I only get down there about twice a year.”
“Shit Jessie. Drink your coffee, and let’s go upstairs and do something about it.”
“I’ve got to radio in twenty minutes. They give us thirty for a coffee break at night.”
“Well in that case, sit up here on the table, and let me suck you off. We can get together some other time when we can do it right.”
“Shit yeah. He pushed his chair back from the table while I cleared the coffer mugs and the rest of the stuff off the top. He sat down on the edge of the table and started removing his utility belt and pistol. He handed them to me and I put them on the counter, before turning my attention back to his uniform pants. His cock looked like a big zucchini under the blue cloth. I unsnapped his top button, and ran his zipper down. He had on a pair of light blue boxers, which looked like they may have been police issue. I tugged on his trousers, and he raised his butt up, and I stripped his pants and boxers down to his knees, and released one of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen. It was a good eight inches, thick, and ruddy with blood. A network of pulsing veins gave his beauty a life of its own. The dark purple head was crowned by a wide slit glistening with a pearl of precum.
I took him gently in my hands, one over the other, and licked across his slit, feeling the slickness and tasting the smooth velvet of the clear liquid. He shivered in my hands, and groaned. I let the head of his cock slip into my mouth, and I started to jack him with my two hands while I sucked. I rolled my eyes up at him, and he had a look of bliss on his handsome face, but his eyes were open, and burning down at me like a cat fixed on a bird.
I let go of his shaft with my right hand, and sucked more of him into my mouth while I let my free hand began to cradle and roll his nuts. He started humping my face, and I started sucking like a milking machine. He suddenly grabbed my head, and started to forcefully fuck my face. I eased off on my sucking, and just let him do his thing. He was moaning and groaning as he fucked my head, until after several minutes, he stiffened up, and I felt his nuts tighten up in their sack in my hand, and his shaft began to throb. He tried to force it down my throat, but the first splash of cum, flooded across my taste buds, salty and slightly acid. I started to swallow, and had to several times until he leaned back, and put his hand on my forehead and pushed me off his sensitive dick.
I let it plop from my mouth, and saw it going soft rapidly while he leaned back across the table onto his elbows, gasping for breath. I didn’t want to stop, but he moaned that he was too sensitive to touch. Finally, he sat up, and reached down for his boxers and trousers still bunched around his knees. He slid off the table, and pulled them up, while I looked over his skinny white butt. My dick was still hard, and I was gushing precum into my briefs, feeling wet, and going sticky.
He started buckling on his utility belt and pistol. When he was presentable again, he stepped to me, and took me in his arms. He kissed me on the mouth, and we stood there exchanging tongues for a minute. He reached down and squeezed my swollen shaft through my pants, and then patted it like a puppy.
“Don’t do anything with that before I get back. I get off work at six. I have to file my paper work which won’t take long, so expect me around seven. You don’t have to go to work do you?”
“Just my chores. Feed the animals, and collect the eggs out of the chicken coop. You want some breakfast when you get here?”
“That would be nice, and then I want you to take me upstairs and fuck the shit out of me. I haven’t had a big dick in my ass for eight months and I’m so horny for it I can’t stand it any more.”
I stood with the screen door open and watched him back his squad car around and head back out to the road. In the gathering light of dawn, I saw him wave to me as he turned onto the red clay road and headed back toward the highway and town. I glanced at my watch, and saw I had an hour before he would go off duty. I burped, and the taste of his cum came up in my throat. I smiled, and let the screen door slam as I headed out to the barn with my hard dick leading the way.
The End of Part One
