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After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also true that one out of five that made the initial cut did not survive the training. I would make sure I was not that one individual.

There were twenty men in my class, all housed in a military like barracks for the eight-week duration. There was absolutely no privacy, but I vowed to make the best of the situation. The objective was to be number one in the class, at any cost. If I had to lie, cheat, or steal to make it through, so be it.

The training was intense. Every day, there was four hours of weapons training followed by four hours of class in the afternoon. The evenings were spent studying the next day’s lessons. Day after day, it was the same. But I continued to concentrate on the job at hand, knowing I would survive and accomplish my dream job.

All the men in my class were about my age and all were tougher than nails. It’s a good thing I spent four years in the gym. I had pretty much forgotten about Chuck, except when I was showering with all the other guys. With a communal shower, it was difficult not to “check out” the other guys to see if I measured up. There were a couple black dudes that had monster cocks, and didn’t mine showing them off as they showered. But I was here for one purpose and one purpose only: to become a highway patrolman.

The afternoon study sessions were intense. There was so much to learn, most of which was common sense. Basically, we were being taught the law. That is, what we could and could not do. It was all bullshit to me; my attitude was that if you broke the law, you’re going to jail!

By week five, we started simulating real life situations. One afternoon, we were taken to the driving test track where each one of us had to “stop” a speeder. Not only was an instructor right beside us, another staff member had a video camera to record every moment. When it came my turn, I followed the book exactly, even though I would have preferred to arrest the person on the spot and haul their ass off to jail.

On week six, we spent all afternoons at the test track learning to drive a highway patrol car. Seems silly, but there are many maneuvers which you are required to not only learn, but perform as well. Naturally I passed with flying colors.

By week seven, three men in my class had been let go. It was my observation that they were fuck-ups to begin with, so they deserved their fate. At this time, I didn’t know if I would be tops in my class, as the instructors were keeping this information to themselves. Time would tell. There was also a rumor floating around that each cadet would be initiated into the patrol, but there was no mention of how the initiation would occur. I kind of dismissed this idea, since this was a professional organization and not a bunch of stupid fraternity guys.

The final week of training consisted of a battery of tests. I felt pretty good about the past eight weeks, and figured I’d finish at the top or near the top. There actually were some really smart guys in my class, so I wasn’t sure as to my status.

Finally, it was graduation day. My folks came down to the capitol to see the ceremony. There were sixteen of us left, all dressed up in our slick uniforms. I was about as proud as I’d ever been. Even my dad seemed pleased. And yes, I was number one in my class.

This wouldn’t have been a big deal, except for the fact I had first choice as to where I would be located. I chose to remain in the state capitol, where I had rented an apartment. My folks had hauled some furniture down from their house, and gotten me set up. At last I was on my own.

It was a Sunday night and I would be reporting for duty the following day. I made sure my uniform was spotless and my shoes were shined. This was going to be sweet!

Lying in bed that night, it occurred to me that I hadn’t jacked off in over eight weeks. Better get with it! As I masturbated myself, I remembered all the good times with Chuck. But this was a new life and it was time to start over. Heck, maybe I’d find a good woman to marry and start a family. Hope she didn’t have any objection to sucking cock!

As a rookie, I was assigned to another patrolman for eight weeks of training. Dan seemed like an OK guy, as we headed out on my first day of patrol. Dan was married and had been with the highway patrol for nearly five years. “My job Shawn is to teach you the ropes and make sure you apply everything you’ve learned at the academy.”

By the third week, Dan and I had become good friends. I did everything by the book, which didn’t go unnoticed by Dan. After all, he had to submit a weekly report on my progress. Didn’t want to fuck up, now did I?

On the fourth week of training, Dan let me give my first speeding ticket. What a thrill! Turns out, the soccer mom was barreling down the Interstate, doing about eighty miles and hour in a sixty five mile an hour zone. Her van was filled with screaming kids.

“License and registration, ma’am” The kids had shut up by this time, but the woman looked a bit miffed.

“Was I speeding, officer?” I didn’t answer, as I looked over the information she’d handed me. I recognized the address as an upscale neighborhood south of the capitol. Just a bunch of rich people who think they’re above the law.

“Ma’am, I going to give you a ticket for doing eighty in a sixty-five mile an hour zone.”

“Officer, I can’t believe I was traveling that fast!”

“Well believe me ma’am, you were!”

“You look new, officer. Do you know who I am?” Bitch! Yeah, I know who you are, you cunt. You’re a speeder and I’m going to give you a fucking ticket! I didn’t answer her question, as I ripped off the ticket and handed it over.

“You’ll hear from my husband, officer … trust me!”

“Have a nice day, ma’am … and please slow down!” I walked back to the patrol car where Dan was waiting.

“She was a real bitch Dan!”

“Maybe so Shawn, but I ran the plates on that van … that was Mrs. Cosby … her husband is some hot shot attorney in town.”

“So?”

“We might have some trouble in court over this one.”

“Well, can’t help that.” Dan and I moved on to catch our next criminal.

Several weeks later, Dan invited me over to his house on a Saturday night for dinner. He’d cook some steaks and we’d drink some beer; sounded good to me.

Dan lived only several miles from my apartment, in a small but exceptionally neat home. At last I’d have the opportunity to meet Amy, his wife.

“Oh, she’s out of town … gone to visit her mother.” Dan and I had dinner on the patio that overlooked the small swimming pool, and talked about the patrol. I listened to every word Dan said, knowing he had five years experience and could offer up some good advise. So far, my weekly reports had been excellent, which had not gone unnoticed by the captain of the patrol.

Dan cleared the table of the dishes and returned to the patio with several more beers. We talked some more, never leaving the subject of the patrol. By seven o’clock, I had a slight buzz from the beer I had consumed. Maybe it was time to leave. Need to watch myself with Dan. He was after all, my supervisor.

“Hey Shawn, how ‘bout a swim?”

“Ah … didn’t bring a suit.” An eight-foot concrete block fence, with heavy vegetation of outdoor palms and other tropical plants, surrounded the swimming pool.

“Don’t really need one Shawn … it’s pretty private back here!”

“Ah … yeah, OK … sounds good to me!” Dan directed me to the guest bathroom where I could undress and grab some towels. I was somewhat skeptical about swimming in the nude, especially with my supervisor. But hey! We’re all guys, I suppose.

I wrapped a towel around my body and headed back to the patio. Dan was already in the pool and waved for me to join him. I shed the towel and jumped in, splashing water on the pool deck.

Dan suggested we do some laps, which I thought was a good idea. “I can beat your ass, Shawn.” And Dan was right. We swam about twenty laps, with Dan being the clear winner. Clearly I was in poor condition compared to Dan.

We splashed around for a while and then Dan pulled himself up on the pool ledge, inviting me to do the same. So there we sat, completely naked, with the conversation turning again to the highway patrol. I could listen to Dan for hours, telling me all about the incidents he had encountered over his time with the patrol.

During our conversation, Dan kept adjusting his balls and cock. I pretended not to notice. After some lengthy conversation, Dan got up and suggested we move to the den. I thought Dan would grab his towel on the patio chair, but he proceeded to the den totally naked. Not wanting to seem different, I followed Dan into the den.

We sat across from each other, with Dan still telling stories about the patrol. And then it happened.

“Shawn, you ever sucked a dick?” Dan was playing with his dick.

“Ah … no … can’t say as I have.” My mind immediately thought of Chuck, and how I’d become a number one cocksucker.

“Well I sure would like to have a blowjob, Shawn …”

“Gee Dan … I don’t think so.” By now, Dan had a full-blown erection. His dick was huge, and I was skeptical of whether or not he would choke me.

“Shawn, let me tell you something.” Dan continued to play with himself. “In the patrol, we are brothers. It’s important that I can trust you in any given situation.”

“Oh! I see. So this is kind of an initiation, huh?”

“Now you’ve got it!” Dan spread his legs. “Anytime you’re ready.” Well, I was stuck. I didn’t want to jeopardize my status with Dan, as he could make life really miserable. So I got up, dropped to my knees in front of Dan, and began sucking his cock.

After about five minutes of sucking off Dan, he pulled out and directed me into the bedroom. “Bend over Shawn … on all fours.” I do believe that Dan was actually going to stick that dick right up my ass.

“Take a big breath Shawn … this might hurt.” And hurt it did, as Dan penetrated my butt hole with his massive cock. But I had to take it, least Dan give me unsatisfactory marks on my training. After what seemed an eternity, Dan pulled out and ejaculated all over my backside. I thought for sure he had ripped my asshole wide open.

“Stand up, Shawn. Did you like that?”

“Sure Dan … anything for the patrol.” My asshole was on fire.

“You see Shawn, now I know you’d do anything for me or any of your fellow patrolmen. Do you understand why I did what I did?” Dan was playing with his dick, which had retreated to its normal position.

“Yes Dan … I understand.” Actually, I didn’t, but might as well lie about it.

“And Shawn, just to show you I’d do anything for you … lay down on that bed … I’m going to suck your dick.” Well, not a complete disaster to the evening after all!

It was obvious that Dan had sucked cock before. He wasn’t quite as good as Chuck, but maybe he hadn’t had a lot of experience. Despite the fact I told Dan when I was about to cum, he nevertheless ignored that warning and sucked me absolutely dry. The fire in my asshole had disappeared.

“OK big guy, let’s take a shower.” Dan lathered me up, paying particular attention to my dick. As we rinsed off, I popped another erection.

“You’re a horny bastard, aren’t you?”

“Ah … guess so, Dan … sorry.” As the water continued to flow, Dan dropped to his knees and started giving me another blowjob. God it felt good, with the water trickling down my body. I came almost immediately. Once again, Dan took the entire load down his throat.

The following Monday, not a word was said about my initiation. All I know is that fact that Dan gave me the highest marks possible. He even admitted I was one of the best rookie patrolmen he’d ever seen. I wonder if it had anything to do with my blowjob capabilities.

Finally, week eight had arrived. This would be my last week with Dan, since I would be given my own patrol car the following Monday. Now I could really enforce the law. Like that bitch in the van … she’d be hauled into jail if I had my way.

Dan and I were on patrol, running radar on the Interstate. In a two-hour stretch of time, Dan and I had given out eight tickets for speeding, along with other minor infractions like failure to have a seat belt fastened. Dan was a pushover to say the least. He let some gal go in a convertible, who was doing at least eighty miles per hour. “Well, she’s young Shawn … she’ll learn sooner or later.” I wondered if the girl promised to give Dan some sexual favors later that evening.

Finally, Dan and I headed down the Interstate to find another spot. It was clear people driving the opposite direction were signaling drivers that the cops were running radar. But then Dan made an exit off the Interstate onto a county road.

“Where we going, Dan?”

“Just a little detour, Shawn … don’t worry ‘bout it.” Dan drove for several miles and then pulled into a dirt road, flanked by a multitude of large trees and bushes. I kept my mouth shut. Finally he pulled into a small clearing, stopped the patrol car, and turned off the ignition.

“I think you know why we’re here, Shawn.”

“Obviously you want your dick sucked, Dan.”

“You’ve learned well, Shawn.” Dan unbuckled pants and shoved them down to his ankles, exposing his manhood. “Go to it.”

I leaned over and began sucking Dan’s massive cock. I really didn’t mine sucking Dan off; I just wished his dick wasn’t so fucking large. Fortunately, Dan respected my request not to have his load deposited in my throat. Somehow, that disgusted me.

Once I had finished Dan off, we returned to the headquarters building. Unfortunately, Dan had cum all over his pants, so he asked that I fill out any remaining paperwork. That way, he wouldn’t have to enter the building, but could go directly to his car. He wished me well and said goodnight.

That weekend, I began wondering if Dan’s initiation was standard operating procedure or rather or not Dan was simply a bi-sexual. Somehow, I didn’t think the entire highway patrol was a bunch of queers, but then again, one never knows.

Part 3 will follow.