So your asking, "How did it all work out for me?" Believe it or not, things turned out OK! When my fellow officers arrived I gave them the details of all what happened. Minus of course the sex part! That would be a secret I would take to my grave. Shooting someone is a big deal no matter where you're a law officer these days. There was a full investigation. Desk job for about two months before it was all cleared and I was allowed to return to patrol. I had to explain over and over how I could be taken hostage. And the other sticking point was how one convict was able to escape. That was the hardest part to convey to investigators. But, the fact that I followed police procedure I was cleared of any wrong doing. I made the local news and CNN no less! I was regarded as a hero. I had survived abduction and took one dangerous escaped convict off the streets. My fellow brothers patted me on the back and they took it on them selves to try and capture Jake. I know a huge and massive search was conducted but he was not found. I have to admit in the back of my mind I was hoping he would not be heard from again. I wanted to put all this behind me and chalk it up to experience. The only stumping block to doing that was Jake. I can't say I didn't think of him a lot. Some of the words he said to me still haunted me. Did I allow him to seduce me? No real man wants to admit he would enjoy feeling another guy fuck him. But I couldn't deny the feeling he gave me. I tried getting drunk on the weekends to try and forget what had happened. But when I was drunk I found myself jacking off to the thoughts of him. Life seemed to move on and after a few more months talk died down about what had happened. I could go to work and perform my job without someone making a comment about me being a hero. You know how the guys you work with can sometimes kid you to death! Man was I glad we had moved on. I know I learned to NEVER let my guard down again on a stop. I hoped I would never be that naïve ever again. But something else in me changed. I found when I transported bad boys or convicts my eyes seemed to check out there crotches. It was a subconscious thing. Something I didn't realize till I was doing it or my mind noticed a big bulge. When I went to pat them down I would dig there crotch area and enjoy the feel of there ass cheeks as I rubbed between them looking for contraband. Jake had awoken something in me that I couldn't deny. As much as I fought the feelings they kept coming to the surface. But with time I was determined to beat this and get things back in order. As I said before, many months had pasted and things were pretty normal. Everyday life took over and I was back on automatic. I had National Guard duties this weekend and was driving home tired Sunday night. I lived in a rural area and my house sit off the winding country road. Some people would be scared living in such an area. But being raised that way I was used to it and enjoyed the peace and quiet. My civilian vehicle was a high sitting 4x4 Jeep. I pulled into my driveway, as the sun was getting low in the sky. I was looking forward to getting out of my military fatigues and taking a hot shower. Unloading the back of the Jeep, I tossed my duffle bag and civilian boots on the gravel driveway. Slamming the tailgate shut I tossed the shoulder belt of the duffle bag over my shoulder. Suddenly I was startled by a voice behind me. "Evening officer, " I heard! Quickly I spun around not believing someone was out here besides myself. My mouth dropped open when I saw Jake standing at the front of my vehicle. With rage in my voice I yelled, "What the fuck are you doing here, and how the hell you find where I lived?" He took a step back from my front bumper and held his hands out. "I'm not here to cause you any problems man. I want you to know that right off. As to knowing where to find you, hell man, all I had to do was ask around. A hero is easy to find! Anybody who knew of you was willing to offer up where you lived. I parked my old truck further down the road, off the side so you wouldn't wonder who was around." I watched his every move as he spoke. Dropping my duffle bag back on the ground I got ready for anything to happen. I had to admit he looked good. He was all cleaned up. He was wearing a wife beater tee shirt and tight blue jeans. Looked like a normal citizen it seemed. "So what the fuck you doing up here then," I asked? "I thought you and I parted ways back at that motel." He eased himself forward slowly again and put his one foot up on the edge of my front bumper. Leaning towards me he smiled. " Like I said man, I'm not here to hurt you, so relax. Matter of fact just the opposite. I came to get what's mine." "What's yours," I fired back? "Yeah I been thinking about that ass of yours since I left you. I told you man, in prison the man who busts a guy claims him as their property. The way I see this I own your ass." I was stunned to hear him say that. Did he actually think I would go along with that way of thinking? "Tell me you haven't thought about me fucking you these past few months," he asked? A quick, "Fuck You," came from me as I stepped towards him. Getting close to him I pointed my fist at him as I yelled it again. "Fuck you man, you act like I enjoyed the vile things you did to me." He let me rant and rave for a few minutes letting me vent before he spoke. When I was out of breath and horse from yelling he spoke up. "I came here to fuck you. You're not going to deny me that are you? Come on man, one quick fuck and I'll leave you alone. Its not like we haven't done this before. It's nothing new to you and me. I know you enjoyed my cock up your ass before. As fucking mad as you just got, I can tell you been thinking of me. Admit it man, you thought of me didn't you?" With all the rage out of me I just looked at him. Again he asked but softer this time. "You thought of us together again didn't you?" Looking in his eyes a small nod came from me. I felt broke but at the same time I felt relief. Stepping towards me he put his hand around my neck, his other hand rubbing the front of my chest. "Its Ok man, no need to be ashamed. It's just you and me standing here. I have been thinking about you too baby." His hand dropped to the seat of my fatigue pants. He rubbed the lower section of them as he continued to talk low to me. "Dam you still feel good back here. You know I wouldn't come all the way up here looking for you if I didn't think you were a good fuck. Loosen your belt and open the top of your pants. I want to feel you again." For some reason I did as he asked. His hand pulled my long shirttail from my pants. I then felt his ruff hand slip below the waistband of my underwear and travel between my two butt cheeks. An uncontrollable moan escaped my throat as he fingered my hole. "Yeah, no ones been in there since me has there," he asked? "No," I answered. "See you been saving that pussy just for me. I can tell, you're as tight as the first time I fingered you," he whispered. He leaned into my ear and spoke softly. "I need you as bad as you need me right now. Reach down and feel the front of my pants and tell me I don't want you" I did as he asked and felt his hard cock. He moaned as I traced its girth. "Come on baby, its just you and me right now, alone, let me fuck you again," he asked. "I'm not letting you in my house Jake," I mumbled low thinking I had shot him down. But he was quick to find an answer. "Shit fucker I'll bone you right here in your driveway if you'll let me." For some reason I found that funny and laughed a little. "You most likely would wouldn't you if I gave you the chance." A quick, "Fuck yeah I would," came from him as he laughed also. He went on to say how good it was to hear me laugh as his fingers continued to trace the crack between my butt cheeks. Turning serious he asked, "So where we going to do this then?" I stepped away from him and he removed his hand from the back of my pants. I turned back to him while I redid the front of my pants. "This is just a one time deal between you and me," I told him. Once we are done your out of here and I don't see you again. I could tell by the way he looked at me he had other thoughts. But he accepted my terms. I walked over and grabbed my duffle bag and told him to grab my boots and follow me. I lead him behind my house to the large detached two-car garage I had. As he walked behind me he talked all kinds of sex shit at me. About how good my ass looked from behind and how he was going to enjoy busting my Army ass wide open. He had my cock half hard as I fished in my pants pocket for the keys to unlock the door into the garage. I took a spilt second to rethink my actions before I opened the door. But for once I allowed my lust to control me. I was always in control and now I was doing something totally spontaneous. I wanted this and I opened the door. Once inside I turned on the lights. I made my way over the camping equipment I had hanging from the rafters. I was looking for the large sleeping bag I used. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jake pulling his tee shirt up over his head. I couldn't help but stop what I was doing and look at him. His chest was tanned and looked solid. I could feel the hair he had on his chest against my back again as I thought of the last time we were together. "It's ok to look man. I like it when my bitch wants me," he said. He ran his hand from the top of his chest to the top of his pants. I watched as he undid the front of his jeans and let them fall to the floor. "Hurry up, I'm ready to breed you," he said so sexy. I turned and continued to look for the sleeping bag. Finding it I pulled it down and spread it on the cement floor. I started to get undressed as I watched him pull his underwear down and off. His cock stood out from his body stiff as a board. All he had on was his white socks. He stood watching me and stroking his cock till I stripped down to my underwear. Once I pulled them down he walked over to me. My cock was also pointing up at my belly button. He spit on his hand and gripped my hard cock. As he slow pumped me he spoke. "You can't tell me this thing I got of yours in my hand isn't happy to see me again. I knew I had you the first time I fingered your hole in the back of your patrol car. I was dam proud to be the one to bust you into all this. You're a cock hound and you didn't even know it, did you? " I shyly looked at him as he continued to stroke my cock. "Ok, its time for me to get what I came here for. I been waiting too long already to get up your ass again," he said as he patted my hip and told me to get on my belly. The cloth of the sleeping bag felt soft against my cock as I pressed it into the fabric. Lying fully on my chest I relaxed for the first time today. Somehow it felt good to know I was going to be held tight and used for sex. I felt him push my legs wider apart and my breath was taken away when I felt him start to eat at my hole again. I was totally lost in the lust of it. I still just couldn't believe the feeling he could give me doing that. I knew this was why I allowed this to happen again. No one had ever made me feel this way before. As he stopped licking me, he sat back on his knees. I heard spit again being coughed up and knew what was coming. I slowly felt the warmth of his body contact mine as he lay on my back. His hard cock instantly found my hole and started its entrance into me. His cock head parted the ring of my butt hole and stopped when I moaned from the pain. "Its ok baby, try and relax," he whispered in my ear as his head fell along side mine. He started tonguing my right ear and it felt good. When he knew I had relaxed again he pushed forward and the big head slipped inside me. The natural suction of my butt pulled him deep inside me. I began taking deep breaths as I felt him dig really deep into me. "Dam baby, your ass is still as tight as a sixteen year virgin! Aint no way you're going to stop me from coming back and getting more tail off you." As he slowly started to pull out of me he quickly humped back in. An uncontrollable moan of lust come from deep inside me was we started to move. "Yeah, I have you back in my saddle again," he breathed in my ear as we made love. I raised my butt off the floor slightly to adjust to his movements. With each down movement I could feel his wiry crotch hair against my butt cheeks. Strange sounds of lust came from him also as we moved to his climax. The sweat that had formed on his forehead wet the side of my freshly cut crew cut head. All too quickly I heard him asked through clinched teeth, "You ready to take my load?" His hip movements increased and the length of his strokes got shorter. He squeezed me really tight around the chest and four deep low moans escaped his mouth. His hips stopped moving and I felt wetness around my butt hole as collapsed on my back. He continued to hold me tight as he came down from his climax. Coughing once he coded, "Baby that was fantastic!" I felt pride inside knowing I made him feel so good. We lay in afterglow for a minute before he moved. He rubbed my arm that was along my side as I felt his soft cock slip from my hole. His skin stuck to mine as he pulled himself off my back. He sat back on his knees again and fingered my sloppy hole. Seeming like he was satisfied somehow knowing I was dripping with his load, he got up. I turned on my side as I watched him walk over and start to get dressed again. I lay there looking at him till he pulled on his jeans. I slowly got to my feet and felt the soreness I had felt the first time we did it together. He saw the expression on my face and asked, "What's wrong?" I told him I was sore already back there. Quickly he laughed, "Couple more times me fucking you and that will leave." I didn't like hearing him say that again, but let it go for now. I pulled my kaki colored underwear back on as he was pulling his tee shirt back over his head. "Listen baby, I need to get going," he spoke. "Been shacking up with this women I met and she will have dinner ready and waiting on me. I need to keep myself clean and out of trouble as you well know. She takes good care of me, well not as good a care of me as you can in the sack!" He turned and opened the door and I followed in just my underwear. We walked together till we got to my vehicle and I stopped. I watched his ass move in his tight jeans as he made his way out of my sight in the darkness. The fireflies were just starting to come out and the light they gave off was beautiful. Let me know if you like the story so far guys! Dogbone421@aol.com (mailto:Dogbone421@aol.com)