This is FICTION mostly. It did happen up until the cop was looking in my van. Then the rest is totally bullshitting fiction. The part of the story marked with (+) is where the fiction begins in part 1.. Consider throwing Nifty $20. This service is not free for them. By the way -- do not fuck around with the law, entrapment is real and alive in many areas and your life can be ruined. Terry
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The Sun shone brightly to the window to the East and through the cream-colored curtains. I had it the distinct feeling of a log being wedged between my buns as I gazed drearily eyed at the side table clock. Damn, 8:15 AM. Trooper still has his hand around my chest and his legs up close to mine. I could feel his chest hair on my back and his heartbeat cursing through his cock, which I could take his pulse by if I wanted to. I turned my head back in the pillow and waited for him to stir. Roughly 12 minutes later I felt the kissing of his gentle lips on the nap of my neck. Yep, Trooper was awake.
There is something so primal and enlightening as sex when you awaken. It explains how you look at the entire day through eyes that have not only enjoyed the blissful are joining together of bodies and souls but somehow transverse the negativity that we find ourselves in this life. Trooper whispered into my ear, "Darling, if I may be as bold to ask for a favor... Would you please give me another hands-free orgasm, please?" I laughed. My Mr. Trooper was a BOB. A big old bottom. So, if he wanted another hands-free orgasm, who was I to complain at the request? I told him that would cost, and sex later on in the day payment during which I would be the bottom. And that I would hold it against his body until he surrendered to that wish. He chuckled as he licked the back of my neck.
I extracted myself from his embrace as Trooper rolled over to his stomach. All the time that he was doing that he folded the pillow and pushed it between his stomach and pelvis. Thereby raising his muscled and dimpled derrière just enough to allow easy entry for my tongue and shaft. He knew what he wanted, and I wasn't going to waste any time to give him exactly what he wanted. I dived in, mouth first into his dimpled and muscled derrière. Oh my gosh! There is something so delicious about a man muscled ass in the morning with just a hint of funky smell and the delicious undercurrent taste of musk. I stuck out my tongue in gave his puckered orifice a good tongue lashing up and down probably about 15 times before I made my tongue into a spear and probed his entire being. Trooper was moaning. "I have no idea the hell you're doing back there," he said. "I didn't know until very recently, me being a man, how to treat and delight the ass of another man, which is something a woman has no idea what the hell to do." I muffled my response by blowing air up his anus with my mouth firmly covering his manly pussy. I retracted just a bit, got another lungful of air, and move forward with all my might to transfer air to my lover... One more retreat, a giant lung full of air and I repeat the procedure were more time. Trooper moved his head first to the left into the right, into the left and right again. I once again gave his anal orifice a severe tongue lashing. Trooper was moaning, as he should be. I moved to the table and took the small bottle of olive oil and started to massage his puckered opening. Starting with one finger, and I knew from the insertion of air that there would be a release of gas toward me. That's okay, it allows the pleasure of filling and the pleasure of release in a total accepting way. I work his puckered opening by using two fingers instead of one for about one minute, causing his ass to burp out the air. Then I increased the digit by two giving Trooper the feeling of being stretched open. Trooper was again moaning. I put four fingers inside of him and using my muscles of my hand and forearm spread the fingers apart looking at the pretty pink starfish insides of a beautiful man. Trooper turned his head to the side and said, "enough already, I want you being inside of me."
I lined up the head of my penis to his slightly stretched, puckered opening, and then with delirious slowness, I gradually infiltrated his digestive tract all the way to my crinkly brown pubic hair. Once inside of him, I retracted almost all the way out, and again with deliriously slow penetration I drove my member home. I retracted again, and I decided to change it up this time. With just the head of my penis inside of him, I took my fists and planted them on either side of the bed to support my weight. I worked my dick in circles deep inside of him scraping the prostate repeatedly just like Trooper did to me. He was mine now! Slam! Trooper groaned with a mighty moan. I retreated, then slam with all of my might. And this time I did not wait for him to react, I wanted to mark my territory by leaving my seed deep inside of him. I jackhammer Trooper for a good 15 minutes. Using the moves the night before I plundered his ass without regard to whether or not I would injure him and without regard to his sexual feelings. I knew that the way to get this man off was stroke his prostate from the inside and not to let up. That was the plan anyway. I grabbed the bed pillow, told him to raise his pelvis just a bit, and inserted the other pillow underneath his pelvis thereby increasing the angle of penetration so that I could maximize the pressure on his prostate. About three minutes into this new angle of penetration, and with relentless pelvic thrust, I heard him say, "Oh fuck, oh damn." He turned his head to me and I told him "hyperventilate darling just like he told me to." I felt his derrière clamp down on me and warn me of a precursor to his impending orgasm. Once again, he hyperventilated. I align my hands next to his beautiful dimpled derrière and plowed the road again and again and again. Inside my head, I was counting the pelvic thrust that I would need to get him off and I had decided that there would be at least 80, hard, slamming pelvic thrust force to reach nirvana. I was more than determined to give him that feeling. So, without delay or deliberation, I slammed his muscled derrière repeatedly causing the bed to shake. I had counted to 45 rapid, intense, slamming pelvic thrusts, Trooper cried out, "That's it - it's here- I can't stop it. I did not let up for one second at all. He cried out, "Oh baby - oh baby - Don't stop, darling how... in the hell...," gasping he continued, "Do you do that to me --- I'm still coming, Oh Baby! Fuck me! I was more than happy to comply. He gasping remarked, "This is intense!" I knew he was Cumming. I felt his anal orifice grasped my penis rapidly and with deep intensity 10 times. Then it was my turn. I was almost there is anyway. I again saw his dimpled, muscled man ass tilted up on the pillow, I gazed toward his broad shoulders and the nape of his neck and I hit my orgasm like an out of control race car hitting the wall at Indianapolis Speedway. "You got my seed you muscled stud!" I hissed. I sprayed my nut milk inside of this beautiful man beneath me. My breathing was erratic and labored, I could hear my heart beating again in my ears, I can feel it pounding in my chest, I can feel my fists supporting my arms, as I leverage my weight above him. I labored in that ecstasy wave for a good 15 seconds. Sweat was pouring off of me and dripping onto his back. I didn't care, I promised him a hands-free orgasm and I delivered on my promise to Trooper in spades and he knew it!
I collapsed on him. He supported my weight, then turning as a unit to the right, started rubbing my skin for a good 20 seconds as I tried to regain my composure. I disengaged from his derrière and rolled to his left. He rolled to his left and embraced me. We lay there together as the sweat dried from our bodies in the air-conditioned early-morning air.
"How in the fuck, do you do that?" He said. He continued, "I don't know why sex with you is fireworks and explosions and a hot, sweaty bliss, and sex with my wife is like trying to fuck a dead tuna!" He looked to me in the eyes, as I held his wonderful face only inches from my face and whispered, "Darling, it's almost like magic. It is earth-shattering for me too, and I had nothing else to gauge it by except the single word of monumental bliss." He corrected me, "that's two words." I stated, "I stand corrected, it's hard to count during a post orgasmic event." We giggled and laughed like teenage girls. We kissed each other's face with open mouth, kissed each other's neck and cuddled.
We had rested in bed for about 15 minutes and he reached over and swatted my ass. He said, "that fence gate is not going to install itself, stud." I laughed a bit, kissed his lips were more time. He replied, "the last person in the shower gets to do laundry again!" We raced toward the shower. He lost. But then, again, he had already won my admiration, and not to mention my lust filled wretched desires.
In the shower, we soaped each of his body, paying particular attention to body hair and our morning beards stubble. He reached inside the cabinet to the right of the shower and retrieved a disposable razor just for me. We shaved in the shower, took our time washing each other's hair, as the water cascaded down his neck and shoulders. I took my time lathering his man pussy because I planned to use that later on the same day. And I knew that it would be clean if I did it myself. Stepping out of the shower he flipped his towel with deadly accuracy as it landed on my butt cheek. I howled, "I will get you-you little perverted law-enforcement officer!" I said. He flashed me evil, wicked, lecherous, mischievous smile, and said, "Flattery will get you laid again, pervert!" I retorted." "Is that a threat Darling - or is that a promise?" He reached over and grabbed my neck, his kiss was immediate, impassioned, as his tongue invaded my mouth and dueled with my tongue.
Stepping out of the bathroom we started to get dressed for the task at hand. He told me that he wanted to take me to breakfast at CJ's which was a diner and that specializes in breakfast. I enjoyed the fact that he was assertive the kind of the same time. I asked, "Darling, do you not cook anything?" He replied, "I do not cook food, I burn it."
We exited the house making sure that the garage and the house doorway was well secured. I drove into the diner, and we entered the building touching each other on their waist or on the back. We sat down at the bar. There was a waitress there named Candy, almost immediately asking us what we wanted to eat. I looked at the menu and decided that I would have the eggs Benedict with wafer sliced ham with orange juice. Trooper ordered the three-egg omelet with sausage crumbles and bacon pieces with green peppers and onions, a hamburger patty, a bowl of fruit cocktail, two bagels, and black coffee. Candy looked at us and said, "Well at least I know this big guy is hungry." We were waiting for the food to be delivered, there is no one else except us in the diner and the wait staff. I was drinking my orange juice and all of a sudden, I felt a hand groping me, and I jumped. I looked at him, giving him a look of don't do that, and he had a shit eating grin on his face telling me that he really enjoyed harassing me in public.
The rest of the meal was uneventful. Trooper paid the bill as usual. We left satisfied that we had plenty of food in his for at least the first part of the day. On the way home, he said that we would be sitting to polls in concrete for the gate and that would take a little bit for the concrete to harden. Since he bought a cement accelerator it would only take 30 to 45 minutes. We parked the van in the driveway and into the garage. He found the post hole digger, the old manual kind, I lifted the 80-pound bag of cement. Trooper opened at the rear door to the backyard. I went back into the garage and picked up the other bag of cement. Trooper came beside me and put his hand on my shoulder and reach over me to grab the accelerator. We both walked outside and started taking the post holes for the fence gate since the supporting structure would be galvanized pipe. Using the post hole digger, we dug down 25 inches. He and I outlined to galvanized pipe sections in the middle of the holes align them with zip ties to the remaining supportive post. Using the wheelbarrow from the inside of the garage remix both bags of concrete using a garden hoe. He was very careful not to allow me to be in contact with the accelerator for cement. Once everything was mixed, Trooper lifted the wheelbarrow while I pushed the cement into the hole to fill the forms needed for the gate. It went really fast at that point. You can feel the heat coming off of the cement as the accelerator made the chemical process a lot quicker.
After we had to make sure that the cement was sufficient hard and finished, he instructed me to go around to the side of the house and to get a garden hose which I would find there and turn it on full blast. Using the water pressure, we blasted away the fragments of the unused concrete and cleaned the tools with the water pressure. It probably took us about two hours to complete this one task.
The only thing that was left for us to do was to wait on the concrete to harden. We walked around to the side of the house and he showed me his pride and joy which was a small wooden workshop. Probably about 8' x 12' and with a locked door on. He told me the only reason for the locked door was that sometimes that children of the neighborhood would procure items he was working on without asking. That kept his possession safe. He opened up the locked door to the woodshed and we had a look around. There is probably $2000 or $3000 in woodworking tools including a 6-foot-tall bandsaw and Mr. Smith woodworking lathe. He told me that when the wife got on his nerves he would come back here and fiddle the hours away. She would not come out here. She said that sawdust made her sneeze and itch.
Trooper and I looked at the cemented and he pressed a thumbprint into the cement on the leftmost post. He told me to get down my knees and put my right thumbprint into the right side. He said that way he would have something to remember with. And that would not be that obvious to anyone except him.
We walked around the yard, the sun warmth was unusually tempered for late spring or summer, as he told me how he became married. They were young, and all her friends were getting married. She decided one night that it was the right thing for him to marry her. She had an alternative motive that she wanted him. She wanted to be pregnant. Being pregnant would get her out of her living situation with her dysfunctional family, plus it would also allow her some leverage over Trooper. She drove to another city to purchase one of the first over-the-counter early pregnancy tests. She then drove toward home, stopping at one of her pregnant girlfriend's house to urinate on the test thereby ensuring that was positive. Trooper did not know that she was not pregnant. Trooper did the right thing then and asked her parents for permission to marry her before it became too obvious.
After the wedding, she played housewife; about six weeks into the wedding, she faked having a miscarriage. She had what she wanted, however, it backfired. After Trooper and her were married for three years and both wanted children, they found that they had a great deal of difficulty conceiving. After a trip to the Oklahoma University Medical Center in Oklahoma City, it was determined that Trooper was definitely fertile. However, his wife was not. When they were told the news together in the doctor's office she asked if the earlier miscarriage could cause that. The Doctor replied that he doubts that she was pregnant at all. First of all, her obesity was sufficient for her production of the ovum to stop. The doctor further explained that when you are above 260 pounds, the body chemistry that allows ovulation stops because of the estrogen stored in the fat cells. Trooper told me that he looked at the doctor and everything, everything single thing that he was told, everything that he believed, everything that he thought was true was nothing but a fabricated lie. Trooper told me that they drove home in silence. Her secret was revealed, and he was shackled to a wife that he could not trust and at the same time cut him off sexually except when she wanted something. She was using sex as a tool in the marriage.
I looked at him, there was more than one tear rolling down his face. My heart sank as I knew that all he ever wanted was someone to call "Darling", and to start building a life. He and she had a house of lies instead. Trooper went on to tell me that the in-laws would constantly metal into their affairs causing a wider division. He told me that his sister in law took Trooper for a Coca-Cola/Root Beer to A&W one day when the wife was in a college class. It was a simple Coca-Cola for her and the root beer for him. The next day wifey confronted him about having a date with her sister where they went to a restaurant. He was hurt, knowing that he could be manipulated into a vial evilness of someone else's desires. I reached my hand around him, put my hand on his for shoulder and pulled him close to me. We held each other, "I'm sorry darling," was my only reply.
Enough time has passed that we checked galvanized fencing polls in the cement, especially in the 95-degree heat, they had set enough to support the metal gate. Trooper and I went to the garage and secured the and hardware needed to secure the gate to the polls. We make quick work of the installation. That probably took less than one hour. The only hiccup was that we had to figure out how to reverse the closure as it was designed for a right-handed closure and we were using as a left-handed closer. We were sweating profusely as we walked toward the house and everything was good as far as the dog run, however, as we walked in I felt his hand go underneath my pants and cup my left butt cheek. I turned to him and said, "didn't you get enough this morning?" He retorted, "The day I get enough, is the day I die." There is something kind of romantic about feeling his rough callused hands as they massaged my left butt cheek. We stripped out of our close and left them on a heap in front of the washer and walked naked through the house. He replaced his hand on my ass as we headed toward the entryway from the mudroom. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
Working in the heat of the day had taken its toll on us. We took a shower together, dried each other. We climbed into the bed together, he told me that he wanted to be the big spoon. I rolled over to my left side, and I felt him snuggled up next to me. His chest hair was a comfort and a familiar feeling on my back. Trooper's hand took hold of my hip and pulled my hips back to him. "Darling," he said, "do you mind if we take a little nap?" I replied "sure" as I scooted my hips pulled in closer for his enjoyment. Trooper was gently kissing the back of my neck. Trooper was gently playing with my hip, Trooper reached around me and played with my belly button and my abs. Then he pulled my chest to him and sighed deeply. That was the last thing that I remembered as I drifted into slumber.
All of a sudden, I was awakened by a thunderous bang! "I'll teach you, you fagot cheating queer!" Someone shouted. I looked up and saw a rotund lady holding a shotgun. Another thunderous bang rang into the room. I felt as if someone had taken an ice pick and pierced my left bicep, someone had taken another ice pick puncturing my left hip, had taken another ice pick and stabbed my stomach. I glanced over at Trooper, and it appeared that he had been hit in the leg only. Trooper tried to reason with her, as she reloaded the shotgun, there was no reasoning. She aimed at me first and pulled the trigger, I swear I could hear the pellets wiz by my head, then I felt the pain in my hip. She leveled it at Trooper and pulled the trigger. She picked up the shotgun, reloaded it and again and level it at his groin. He picked up the clock radio and through it at her hitting the shotgun causing the last bullet to be fired he thought into the ceiling. He fumbled for the Princess phone that was onto his side of the bed quickly dialing the police number. The fat lady was shouting, "Your nothing more than a degenerative cock sucking fagot!" Trooper spoke into the phone and said' "Shots fired, multiple gunshot victims, 3312 Battery Drive! Then he repeated himself, "Shots fired, multiple gunshot victims, 3312 Battery Drive, please hurry!" The last thing that I remember was that I saw that his chest was bleeding badly. She had run out of bullets again and was going to...
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