Roadside Mayhem Part 1

He took another drag on his cigarette, and stared at me intently with his bright, flashing eyes in the shadow of his heavy black eyebrows. I saw his tongue dart at the edge of his lip, licking the stray hairs from his thick moustache. He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and they popped open one by one revealing a wide expanse of olive-colored chest covered in smooth oily hair. I stared at him in disbelief. This can’t be happening, He picked up the radio and announced to his dispatcher that he would be out of the car, and not in communication for a while. The female voice that crackled through the speaker told him not to rush, it looked like a slow night. The cop took my cigarette and tossed it out the open window. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down on his hair covered stomach. My cock sprung to life, despite my fears.

“I seen it all here, I seen every kind of faggot get molested, fucked, and beaten up. There are some truckers out there that are desperate, driven, hungry animals. They take what they want and leave broken bodies in their path. The pathetic losers who come here to find that kind of company make me sick. They deserve what they get. You seem different. You probably really did come in here to go to the bathroom, you poor innocent shit!”

One last drag, and he flicked his cigarette out the window. My hand began to move on his belly. I couldn’t control myself. He was throwing his magnificent body in front of me, I was on a collision course with the big cop. He removed his shirt and settled back in the car seat. The buzzed hairs on the back of his head ran right down into the soft hair growing on the top of his powerful shoulders. His furry pectorals stood out against the dim light in the parking lot outside the car, fleshy nipples standing erect. I leaned over and took one into my mouth and gently sucked on it. The cop moaned, and sank further into the seat. I began to pull at his buckle. He removed his holster and gun belt and put them behind the seat. His brawny arm was around my shoulder, holding me tightly against his chest as I nibbled on his tits. He held firmly to the nape of my neck with the other hand. I could smell his armpit above my head, the scent of sweat and Old Spice filling my nostrils. I unsnapped the waistband of his uniform pants, and pulled the zipper down. He raised his hips, allowing me to slip his pants down to his ankles. His cock, completely erect, strained at the pouch of his briefs. 

“Okay, I’m gonna let you have my dick. You do a real good job with it, and I might let you go with just a warning!”

He pulled the briefs down to join his pants, revealing his manhood to me. He was magnificent, the trail of wavy hair on his torso thickening into a thick bush of black, shiny rings that mounded on his groin. His cock was nine inches long, crossed with veins and capped with a perfect mushroom helmet. It was thick and solid looking. His olive complexion darkened on his penis into a caramel color and his balls were a shade darker than that, with a velvety texture. I held his shaft in my hand and lay my head into his lap, taking his balls into my mouth and swirling them on my tongue. The cop guided me through it, making very specific demands. He decided what I was to suck, what to lick, and in what order. I was getting seriously into it, and had no trouble meeting his demands. I liked the sense of helplessness, his commanding presence dominating me entirely. Finally, I took him deeply into my mouth, and I felt him discharge several heavy loads of thick gelatinous cum against the back of my throat. I swallowed most of it, with some leaking out of my overstretched lips onto his leg. He wanted to stay in my mouth, so I continued to swirl his cock in his own juices as he relaxed and lit another of my cigarettes. His wiry pubic hairs tickled my nose as he softened up in my mouth. he turned the dispatch back on and announced he was back in the patrol car. The female voice said 
“10-4, Officer DiSalvo. I copy.”

Officer DiSalvo dropped me back at the restrooms, and drove off towards the highway. I watched as the taillights disappeared around the bend in the access road. He was definitely an experience to remember. He paid me back for a world-class blow job by stealing the rest of my cigarettes! I walked across the front of the restrooms, towards my SUV on the other side. I saw a group four of men standing around the lightpost on the opposite side of the lot. They were laughing, drinking beer and being boisterous. They were bikers, and a row of shiny black, red and chrome Harleys were lined up along the curb. They looked at me as I passed, jabbing each other, laughing, and although I couldn’t hear them it was clear they were discussing me. They began to move like a pack of wolves in my direction, and would soon have me cut off before I could reach my car. My heart was pounding in my chest.

“Hey, Kid, com’on over here, get up into the cab, quick!”

The bare-chested truck driver was getting down from the cab of his big 18 wheeler. I considered the options, and decided I would take my chances in the truck rather than get the shit beat out of me or worse by these malicious men. The trucker grabbed me by the arm, and gave me a boost on my rump as I climbed into the truck. I was stunned, and sat there motionless as he closed the door behind me. I looked out the windshield and watched him carry on a heated discussion with the four bikers, who had come over to the semi and wanted to claim their prize. The trucker was right up there in their faces, and he didn’t back down. He was physically impressive, but it was four against one, and I admired his bravery. I began to adjust to my surroundings, and realized that the cab of the truck expanded back to form a bunk, a twin sized platform bed behind the front bucket seats. It was loosely made with army blankets and a plaid wool throw. There was a small ceiling mounted television hooked up to a VCR. I saw the cab lit by the blue light from the screen. My defender was finishing up his argument, and it looked like the bikers were going to leave. I looked at the television, and saw that the trucker had been interrupted in the middle of a hard-core male porn flick that I remembered seeing years ago. I watched for a few seconds as a big blonde man stood over a brunette twink at the edge of a pool and force fed him some beef roll. The twink was gagging it down unconvincingly. Even on videotape he didn’t look like he was enjoying his meal.

The trucker came back into the cab and sat in the driver’s seat. I was sitting next to him in the passenger seat and watched the cycle pack walking away from the truck. I was breathing heavily, and probably looked hysterical to this man. He told me to relax, and passed me a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels.