Becoming a Repeat Offender

I stepped a little bit too hard on the brake but I wanted to make sure I wasn't speeding. From my college days I knew this piece of crap country town was a speed trap. It had been years and years since my ticket here but I never forgot how awful that feeling was, especially on a college budget.

I crested the hill and saw the police car parked on the side of the road. "Whew, I'm glad I was watching my speed. I drove by him but kept my eyes on the road. Once I passed the policeman, I looked into the rear view mirror.

I was surprised to see the policeman pulling onto the road with his lights blazing. "Man, it sucks to be them, whoever it is." I thought. I pulled over on the shoulder so the cop could pass.

It was mostly surprise I felt when I saw the policeman pull over onto the shoulder right behind me.

"Motherfucker!" I was furious. It would be a huge hassle to deal with this and it would be much cheaper just to pay the fine than fight it, but this was a matter of principle. There was absolutely no way I had been speeding and I'd be damned if I was going to let this country fuck get away with this.

"Do you know why I've stopped you?"

"I know why you haven't stopped me, and that's for speeding. I went through here all the time in college and knew this was a speed trap so I made damn sure I was below the limit."

"No sir, that isn't correct. I have you on radar doing 45 in a 35."

"No you don't. You may have 45 on your radar, but it wasn't from my car. If I was doing 45, it was in a 45, so it's got to be someone else you clocked." Looking back, it wasn't smart to get pissy with him, but dammit, I knew I was right. Fucking yahoo thinks I'll just roll over and let him get away with this shit.

"No sir." I'll need your license and insurance."

I sat in the car and stewed. What was taking this fucker so long? Write the damn ticket and let me go. I gave him the "What the hell?" arm gesture making sure he saw it. Looking in the mirror, I was glad to see that he got out of his car and headed back to me.

"I need you to take the keys out of the ignition and drop them on the ground."

"Wh, what?" The absurdity of this was boggling my mind. What in the hell could he be thinking?

"Are you refusing to follow my lawful order?"

"No, I'm not refusing your order. I'm just asking what in the hell is going on?"

The words were barely out of my mouth before he opened my car door. He grabbed me roughly, gave my arm a yank and a twist and before I knew it, I had my hands cuffed behind my back. He crammed me in the back of the his Mustang and we were on the way.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I managed a few ineffective kicks to the back of his seat but the limited space and awkward position made it hard to do anything. It did feel good to yell and I could tell it was pissing him off. At the moment, that would do. Once I got to the police station I would get my lawyer on the phone and nail this bastard.

We rolled up to the back entrance of the police station and the door opened for us. I guess he had called ahead and told them to be ready. They were huge and they didn't look happy.

They shoved me into a cell and the door clanged shut behind me. "Turn around and back up to the bars."

Like everything else about this experience, that made no sense. I turned around in the middle of the cell to look at them. "What's going on?"

"Well, I was going to take off your handcuffs but since you still aren't cooperating, I'll just let you keep them on."

I added his shitty attitude and comments to the mental list I was keeping. He still hadn't read me my rights. That was the big one I was going to blast them with once my lawyer got here.

I waited what felt like 30 minutes then started yelling again. "I want my phone call! Even if you don't know what the hell you're doing surely you've at least seen a cop show before?"

That didn't get a result so I got ready to yell some more. About that time, the door opened at the end of the hall.

They came to get me and I couldn't help but smirk. I guess his boss straightened him out and this shit was about to get fixed. I turned right to head toward the way we came in but they stopped me and said, "This way."

We walked past a few more empty cells and came to the end of the hall. Someone's stuff was scattered around the cell. When I looked closer, I could see someone was sleeping on the bottom bunk. When the cell door unlocked, a large head turned our way.

I saw what was happening and I made to turn around. I felt a steely grip encircle my arm. "Go ahead. Run. Make my day." When I turned around, they had these shit-eating grins on their face. They could sense my terror.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot back there, ok? I'm sorry I was mouthy, but you know, I didn't know what was going on. It kind of freaked me out. But I mean, I haven't done anything to be locked up for...If I can just pay a fine and get out of your hair, I'm happy to do that. I won't say a word. To anyone."

My eyes searched each of their faces. No one was moved by my impassioned speech. "I can pay cash?"

"Get in Princess." and they shoved me rudely into the cell. I watched them silently walk down the long hallway and the door closed behind them. I turned to view my cellmate.

The large head I had seen earlier was attached to an equally large body. He wasn't wearing a shirt. The bottom half of him hadn't emerged from the thin blanket but I didn't want to find out if the bottom half was wearing anything.

"Hey. That's far enough. You just stay there and I'll stay here and we'll get through this night ok. There's no need for a fight."

He may not have heard, or he may not have cared, but soon I knew if he was wearing any bottoms. He wasn't.

This mountain of a man had the largest penis I've ever seen. It dangled there like a third leg and there was nothing I could do to avoid staring at it.

"Um, whoa, hah. Yeah, I get it. Quite a tool you've got there. Probably get all the sex you want with that thing, but hey, seriously, that's not my thing. Let's be cool and keep our hands off each other and just wait this thing out. I'll be out of here before you know it and you can get back to your nap. We'll just be cool on our own side of the cell."

He looked at me for a long time. His big cock swinging like a pendulum with each move he made. My eyes went to it again. He spoke.

"No."

The thing was like a club. It just drew your eyes to it. I had to do some quick thinking.

I put my hands out in front of me in that "Ok, ok, stay where you are." gesture and he stopped. I took a deep breath and tried to get prepared mentally.

No one moved. No one spoke. I broke the tension when I took one step, two steps, then reached down to touch it.

Fuck, it felt so heavy and warm. I lifted it and enjoyed it's feel in my hand. The skin slid back and forth as I slowly stroked it. My cock was so hard. When I knelt down in front of him and put his dick in my mouth, I knew I'd never forget it.

The smell of dick was filling my senses. I opened wide and closed my eyes. His dick didn't taste any better than it smelled. I guess he'd been locked up for a while and he didn't see any real reason to shower every day. Maybe they wouldn't let him shower every day.

My tongue snaked out to rub along the bottom of his dickhead as he pushed it inside me. I was licking him clean and loving it.

He kept going until he hit my throat. I backed away involuntarily but calmed myself. My jaws ached so I was going to have to relax to enjoy this.

Man, it had been so many years since my other gay experience. 20 years? That was hard to believe. It was only one time when my wife, then fiance, was out of town. I had been watching porn and go so horny. When the idea to visit an adult bookstore hit me, i was unable to deny it.

I told myself I hadn't planned on doing it, but really, if I just wanted to see some porn I could have just gotten on the internet. I went to a place that had a glory hole on purpose.

I had been once before but didn't have sex with anyone. Being in such a seedy location and watching their assortment of porn in the little room while I jacked off had been enough. I suppose I thought that would happen again. But when the fat cock slid through the hole, I went for it.

I sucked for a while but I could feel him trying to withdraw. I let him pull out and he told me to put mine in. I was so scared but did it. We went back and forth for a while until I finally felt myself about to cum. I pulled out of the hole and quickly jacked off, spraying my cum all over the wall. He said, "I wanted the cum!" in a sad, whiny voice. I figured it was a courtesy not to cum in his mouth. I didn't know what to do so I just zipped up and got out of there.

For years, I would think back to that night and wish I had stuck around to get my first mouthful of cum and to give someone mine. Well, here was my chance.

I hollowed my cheeks sucking hard on him while I stroked him. I wanted him to blast that hot cum deep down my throat. His cock was stiff and thick now and it felt so good to be kneeling before him, acknowledging him as my superior. He has the biggest cock. He's in control.

He was trying to push it into my throat, and while I was willing, I was unable to deep throat him. I kept sucking with vigor and was stroking him affectionately. I wanted him to know that I wanted to please him. Soft moans and sounds of pleasure came out of my mouth when it wasn't full of cock.

When he came, it was everything I imagined and then some. I gagged but quickly recovered. I had thought about this too often to waste the opportunity. I actually felt the cum stream blasting away inside my mouth giving me so much of his manly goo. I felt so dirty and subservient drinking his cum.

When the last wave erupted from him, I reluctantly let him pull away. He went back to his bunk without a word.

My hands smelled like dick. My mouth was full of cum. I was so fucking happy. I sat there reliving the experience. My hard cock made the decision for me. I walked over to his bed and gently pulled the covers away.

He looked up at me in surprise. "I'm not hard yet."

"I know. I just thought, maybe I could suck it a little more? See, here's the thing. I can't handle that thing in my ass, so if you try, I'm going to have to fight you. You'll win, because you're big as a fucking house, but I'll do some damage. Or- I'll be happy to suck your dick as long as you want with no problem at all. It sounds like a win/win to me."

He looked at me for a while then laughed. "Suck away." He threw back the covers and I did.

This time it was slow and loving. I was taking my time and enjoying it more, if that was possible. Funny thing is, when you try really hard to make it feel good when you're sucking someone's cock, you shouldn't be surprised when you feel their cock start to get hard.

I was delighted.