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As the black cop’s patrol car pulled out on the highway I pulled out behind him. I had no idea where I was, what day it was or even what month it was. All I knew was I was following this beautiful black cop and I would go anywhere to have that cock of his inside me. Seeing his directionals signaling a turn, I began slowing. We were then traveling down this service road and he then pulled onto a gravel road, and as the dust from his car swirled around my car, I had trouble seeing him. Then suddenly his brake lights came on and as he turned, my car began to slide and I barely managed to stop before hitting him. He pulled into this unpaved lot of junkers, trucks and motorcycles. I could see this dimly lit, almost inoperative sign reading “Ikers Place”. The patrol car door swung open and he stood he motioned for me to come to him. I left my car not even stopping to lock it. I hurried to him still not knowing where I was. As I got closer I could read the other letters of the sign, it read, “Bikers Bar”. By the time I’d reached him he was standing his legs spread and his pants open stroking that big beautiful black cock. Desperately looking around I asked, “Here in the open?” Giving me this evil little laugh he said, “You want it boy now take it.” Even in the dim light I could see that handsome hard black cock. Drooling and sinking to my knees I opened my mouth--hungry and eager. At the first taste of his precum, my mind just seemed to go blank and all I wanted now was to have that cock deep in my throat--sucking that milk of creation from him. With each stroke, more of him slid down my throat until finally I had consumed it all. With my face buried in his pubic hair, I was where I was at my best, and I began manipulating my throat muscles around his steel shaft. After his letting out a howl of delight that would have woken the dead, his body then became alive, his hips began to gyrate and he began pounding his cock in my face. With each thrust I just kept sucking, pulling him even deeper into my throat. After daring to put my hands on his ass cheeks, I began massaging his butt and feeling the ropes of cum spewing into me, I began sucking and slurping down his juices, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum. After milking every last drop of juice out of him, as he withdrew his still engorged cock he asked, “Your ass as good as your mouth slut?” By now his howling and moaning had not gone unnoticed. There was now a small crowd of unshaven thugs from the bar standing around watching us. Hardly caring who or what was there, I began fumbling with my shirt and after ripping it off; I then kicked off my pants. Standing there in that parking lot naked in front of god and everyone, all I could manage was, “Fuck me master,” and bending over and spreading my cheeks with my shaking hands his engorged cock sank deep into my ass and I could hear the gasps and laughter as the officer began to ream my ass. The only sound was the sucking of my ass on his cock. Then suddenly they began chanting, “Fuck the bitch, fuck the bitch.” By then nothing mattered but his cock plowing into me again and again. It was only after I felt his explosion of cum deep inside my gut that I realized that someone was yelling out from the bar, “For God’s sakes Charley get inside and bring the cunt with you, do you want me to lose my license?” Laughing and pulling up his pants, my officer, Charley, told me to get my ass in the bar for some real action. Stooping to pick up my clothes he booted my ass ordering, “Now Boy! Now!” Leaving my clothes there in a pile, he half drug, half carried me into the bar followed by a hooting crowd of unshaven thugs behind us. As soon as we were in the door this big animal started yelling at Charley, “Just because you wear a uniform don’t mean you can go fucking fagots in my parking lot you crazy black bastard!” Charley just began laughing saying, “Look what I brought you Randy. He’s a real live cock hound; he’ll suck anyone and let anyone fuck him. He’s just what you need on a slow Friday night for business.” Up until now the jukebox had been screaming out some loud almost unrecognizable songs to mostly empty tables. Jamul yanked on my arm dragging me into the lights of the bar. Laughing Charley said, “He’s all cunt and a good one!” Randy said, “I suppose we could do it, but how do we explain to the law why or how we got him here screwing his ass?” Snickering Charley said, “We cut off the outside lights and tell everyone it’s a private party!” I stood there naked between Randy and Charley as they decided what to do with me until finally, those that had been watching in the parking lot began getting unwieldy--now they wanted their piece of me. Walking to the door and putting up a “closed” sign and switching off the flashing bar sign outside, Jamul returned pounding on the bar while calling for silence. In this loud voice he made his proclamation, “ Boys, the Biker’s Bar is having a special tonight courtesy of our buddy, Charley. Anyone needing to or wanting to get their nuts off with this here fancy boy, line up at the pool table. Anything you want from him’s no problem; he’s a full service bitch. After they had begun pushing and prodding me to the pool table, someone pushed my face down while another one of them brutally shoved his cock up my ass. In just a few jabs I could feel his cum shooting inside me. As soon as he quickly withdrew, another man took his place to the hooting and cheering of the watching crowd. I was nothing more to them than a hole to be fucked and somehow the crudeness of this lustful sex left me unfulfilled. In the parking lot when I had been giving myself to Charley it was a need, this was nothing but a brutal gangbang and it seemed to be never ending. After closing my eyes, for the first time in my life I realized what I had become. I was like they had been, nothing more than a brutal savage--taking innocent boys and stripping them of their manhood--just for a hot hole to fuck. Much to my dismay, someone began dragging me up on the table and rolling me over on my back. The light blinded me until someone leaned over while ramming a cock deep into my throat. Seconds later my legs were lifted and I was then impaled on a cock from either end. In all my months of confinement there had been a reason to punish me but this, this brutal savagery rape was barbaric. It seemed to go on forever, but as the activity finally subsided it was Charley who pulled me from the table dripping with piss and cum and hauled me to the door. My ass now hurt so bad it was almost impossible to stand. With a swift knee in my groin he told me that if I knew what was good for me, to get the hell out of his town. Stumbling down the now rain slick steps barefoot and naked, I stumbled and fell. Lying there sprawled out as the door slammed shut, I began crawling to my car. After desperately trying to pull on my rain soaked clothing, I managed to get in the car. Sobbing as I put the car into gear, I just drove. I didn’t care where I just had to get away. By now I was a mess, the fowl smell of sex reeked from my every pore and the smell of wet wool only compounded it. I drove all night until I crossed the state line. Now unshaven and a mess, I knew the first thing right off I had to get myself cleaned up. Just after crossing the state line I saw that I needed gas and I had begun looking for a place to stop. Leaving the Interstate to look for a remote station, I knew wanted to find a place where I could strip and wash and shave as well as get gas. While traveling a service road that parallels the highway, I saw this old run down station--just what I needed. Pulling into the pumps this hunky looking farm boy in coveralls in no particular hurry came ambling out of the station. Fumbling in my wallet all I found were a just few dollars, not enough even for a full tank of gas. By now the kid had his face in my window and was giving me the once over. Sniffing like a hound on a scent, he grinned saying I sure must have been to one hell of a party. Looking up at him saying, “You wouldn’t believe it I told you son” he just laughed saying, “Try me mister”. I told him I was a little short on cash so all I wanted was two bucks worth of gas. Looking me over, and pointing to my Rolex he said, “That ticker of yours should be worth a tank of premium.” After looking at him grinning, it was evident that he knew damn well he had me in a box. Sliding the watch off and giving it to him I said, “Only if I can clean up in the station washroom.” After pulling my small bag from the back, I headed out to the door marked “men”. Calling out to me the kid said, “Use the one in the back for truckers, it’s got a shower in it.” Walking around the building I saw this door with the words “truckers only” crudely scrawled on it with black paint. Opening it I was pleasantly surprised to see the clean white tiled room with a big communal shower, a toilet, a long urinal and three sinks, and of all things--a stack of clean white towels. Dropping my bag quickly, the first thing I craved was a shower. Stripping and standing there under the hot steaming water I was surprised at how much better I was feeling, and I realized how hungry I was. After a good soaking I was beginning to feel alive. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I pawed through the bag and found my shaving gear. I marveled that the bag was just like I’d packed it so many months ago. As the stubble began coming off, for the first time in months I saw my face--it was like I was a stranger. Pulling the towel from my waist to inspect myself, I was startled by someone throwing open the door. Standing there were two of the meanest, dirtiest men I’d ever laid eyes on. The one in coveralls flashed a big toothless grin saying, “Ronny Bob told us he had a hot fagot in back, but you’re gorgeous cunt boy!” Grabbing for my towel to cover myself, he wrenched it from my hands saying it was a shame to cover up such a pretty body. Dropping my head in submission we both knew he was going to get everything he wanted. By now the other one was naked and started pulling me into the shower. After pushing me to my knees, he rammed his cock into my mouth—my not totally unwilling mouth. At the first taste of his cock from then on it was fuck and suck time. As the two of them were working me from both ends, the door opened again and Ronny Bob came in. Grinning he said, “Man I just knew you were a cunt. You and I are going to make beautiful music together.” After he tossed a pair of coveralls down and taking my bag, he told me to dress and see him in the office when I was finished servicing the boys. Oh god I though, it’s starting all over again. The grunting and the feeling of hot cum filling my body brought me back to reality. Now relieved of their lust, the ‘boys’ rinsed themselves off saying they would be back for more on the return run. Struggling up to my feet and watching those two hairy apes lathering up their primeval bodies, for the first time in months I felt a stirring in my groin. Leaning back against the cool tile, my eyes on those savage beautiful naked bodies with my now engorged cock in my hand, the big one was now looking over at me and chuckling he bellowed out, “Ronny Bob, you’ve got a live one in here that needs a hot ass to shove his cock into! Get your fuckin’ ass in here if you want a fuck from this white dude!” Seconds later Ronny Bob came bursting through the door and standing there with a wiry grin on his face and looking at my now swollen cock said, “Though you was just a cunt man but shit, you’re one hell of a stud puppy!” and then he began undoing his dirty orange coveralls.” Looking over at his smooth, hard and well-muscled body I wanted to fuck his ass so bad--my balls hurt. All that dormant lust buried inside me seemed to explode when he bent over on one of the sinks telling me to get aboard. As his hands began spreading his cheeks exposing his eager asshole, it was all I could do to get to him and sink my rod up that loose juicy ass of his. As my shaft easily made its way up the well-used hole, my mind was reveling in the thrill of this long forgotten pleasure. Throwing my head back and howling in delirium, in this blinding fit of lust I began ravaging the boy. In my mind I could hear my father saying, “Today you are a man son”, and I thought, “No father, today I have never been a man--I am a gay man!” After firing my load into that hot ass, his body just seemed to suck the cum out of my balls. Panting and sweating like a pig, as I withdrew from his ass and sank to my knees, he turned and rammed his engorged cock into my mouth to the chants of the two truckers who had been watching. Kneeling there sucking down that long juicy shaft, when I felt him tensing and his balls drawing up, I sucked him deep into my throat and began milking. Sucking him dry he just slid down to the floor saying that was the best damn blowjob he’d ever had. Sitting there together and gasping for air from our deprived lungs, we began laughing at each other when suddenly we were interrupted by the sound of a horn. Jumping up it was all we could do to quickly struggle into our clothing. Ronny Bob was first dressed and out the door and I followed trying to zip up the skintight coveralls. The truckers paying of no further attention, now resumed their showers and playing with each other. After managing to get the skintight suit on, I ran out to see what the commotion was. Stopping just short of the pumps, when I saw the patrol car and this black cop talking to Ronny Bob, I figured it was all over. In the stillness of the morning I could hear the kid saying to the black cop, “No, never seen anyone like you’re talking about, just two truckers was all that had been in here this morning sir, honest! What did this white fellow do that you want him so bad?” Looking around saying, “Charley, one of the boys from Indiana, radioed us that this damn pervert was coming our way and he might be dangerous.” As they were talking, his partner cop began walking toward my car asking, “Who does this silver Mercedes belong to?” Ronny Bob just smiled saying, “Some guy I knew wanted me to work on his car. You know tune up the engine. His wife picked him up and they’ll come for it in about a week.” If they got any closer to the car, I knew they would see the luggage in the back seat, but about then the white cop by the car spotted me. Pointing he asked Ronny Bob, “Who the hell is that guy?” Grinning with the innocence only an eighteen year old could get away with he said, “Golly Ned fellows, he’s and old friend.” Looking at each other and laughing the other cop asked, “Does your ‘girlfriend’ suck cock as good as you do boy?” Laughing Ronny Bob shot back, “Sure does--and he’s a great fuck too if you boys want a sample.” The Black cop then walked up to me, his face in mine and groping me as he stared into my eyes whispering, “We know who you are Carlyle. You best be moving on or there will be hell to pay! If Ronny Bob says you’re his friend we can’t do anything right now, but you best be getting your ass out of here, Got it?” Then as if he was thinking of what Ronny Bob had said he added, “I’ll see you here later about that fuck, so you can stay here until I get what’s coming to me and you better damn well better be here!” With that he turned and climbed into his patrol car. After watching the car fading off down the service road, Ronny Bob grinned saying, “Now I guess you gotta stay awhile cause you’re gonna get your ass fucked by Jamul.” Looking at that young luscious boy I was going to say something when the truckers came out asking if we had gassed their rig up yet. About then I was aware of the dinging of the pump and Ronny Bob hurried over and finished pumping the Diesel fuel. Telling them it was a hundred eighty dollars the big trucker that had fucked me first tossed me a card saying, “Charge it”, and winking at me said I was one hot fuck as he thrust his gas card into my hands. Not knowing what to do with the card, I followed Ronny Bob into the station where he ran through the credit card charge. As we watched, the truck lumbered off in a grinding of gears. As the truck began picking up speed Ronny Bob proudly said, “ I give all my boys full service!” Following him into the little office he turned, asking me if I was hungry. At the mention of food I was suddenly starving. Tossing me this brown paper bag with grease stains all over it he told me to go ahead, he wasn’t really that hungry. Tearing open the sack, I saw this big sandwich and a container of fruit with a piece of cake--rather crumbled--but still cake. Sitting there on the stool with my mouth full of sandwich, he set a cup of steaming coffee down in front of me and returned to his stool, watching me eat. It was strange to feel so self-conscious with him watching me eat when I had just plowed his ass and sucked his cock. My thoughts were soon interrupted by another eighteen-wheeler pulling in. Seeing the tanker with the garish logo, “Greesim Oils” grind to a stop, Ronny Bob jumped up telling me to come watch on his screen. He was then up and running out to greet the big fat black trucker climbing down from the cab. He stopped mid-way and was hanging from the doorframe; a big grin on his face while his hand began pawing his crotch. Nodding and saying he would be right with him, Ronny Bob opened the fuel tank and rammed the nozzle in. He set the handle and as he backed away from the dinging pump, he was unzipping his coveralls. By the time he was past the cab of the truck, he was almost naked. Staring at his well-formed ass pumping away, I realized Ronny Bob was a whore for all of these guys. Moving over to where he had been setting, I saw a small screen and looking more closely, I could make out the tile of the trucker’s washroom and then as I watched the little screen, the door opened and my little friend came in all naked--his uniform in his hand. Seeing him toss his uniform on one of the sinks and slip to his knees, I got the full backside of this big black trucker’s ass. There was no sound, but from the undulations of his ass, I knew damn well he was fucking the shit out of Ronny Bob’s mouth. I couldn’t just sit there and watch, I had to go in--I had to be part of this party. As with my young friend, I was almost naked by the time I reached the door to where they were. The black trucker looked up in surprise for a second and I grinned asking if he wanted to fuck me. After breaking out into a big smile he said as soon as he finished the kid, he’d be ready for me. Spreading my legs and bending low over the sink, as soon as he had shot his load in Ronny Bob’s mouth, he was more than happy to go for a round trip muttering, “Damn!” As his cock rammed into my ass he said, “Baby you white boys’ cunts are as sweet as they come.” As he was driving it to me Ronny Bob stood and climbing into his coveralls announced that he would finish with the truck. Just knowing that big black cock was deep inside me set me in action, and as I worked my ass, I vowed I was going to give him a fuck he’d never forget. When my ass began clamping around his cock and sucking him deeper into my body, he began groaning saying he couldn’t hold off any more and just then my guts were flooded cum. Grunting and hanging in there--obviously he was going to make this a memorable round trip. This time I was real juicy and he really began laying into me saying I was better than his mama at home. After feeling him explode again, as he withdrew I turned and dropping to my knees began taking his cock in my mouth. He began protesting, saying he had to go pee, but my sucking him deeper into my throat, he then understood and began to piss. Struggling into his grimy jeans and shirt he said I was just damn wonderful and he would be back Wednesday next. Pulling into my coveralls, I said that I would be gone by then thanks to some cops. I followed him out and watched as he paid Ronny Bob for the fuel with his credit card. The then tossed a five at me said it was for “that extra thing.” Setting down again at my seat, I picked up my half-eaten sandwich, but now I wasn’t nearly as hungry. It was like my trainer Hugo had said, “I had tasted the nectar of the gods and that would sustain me.” Well that may have been true but as the day progressed, the two of us serviced five more truckers. In between our service jobs as Ronny Bob and I talked, I began to realize how limited his ambitions were. His looks were the only thing he had going for him--to put it kindly—he had the mind of a child. He was always going to be content working here and service his ‘clients.’ For all his good looks and youth he was essentially a slut. I had lost everything--my career--my money, and my pride, but still I had to have more, I wanted to belong somewhere and build a new life. If I stayed here like he had suggested, it would be just a matter of time before we hated each other. There was no love between us; all we had was this physical need--lust. When the novelty our rampant sex wore off there could never be anything more between us. Even in this own way I think Ronny Bob knew this too. He needed the constant flow of men to satisfy his sexual appetite. I needed my work, my career and lastly--I needed Hugo. I was about to say something about needing to leave at first light when we saw a patrol car swing into the station. I knew it was Jamul, the black cop coming back for his promised piece of ass. Watching as he crawled out of the front seat, he stood while undoing his cuffs. As he advanced I smiled saying that he wouldn’t need to handcuff me, I would do anything he wanted--anything. Smiling as his hands moved to his crotch now showing this enormous basket saying, “You hungry for black meat now? Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle?” There it was he knew it all about me, nodding I snapped out, “Yes sir anything you want!” Grinning at my response saying, “Yes Carlyle, I know all about you now, you’re quite the consummate fagot.” Retracing his steps to his cruiser he mumbled some numbers, giving the station his sign off code. Returning to me saying, “I sure wouldn’t want you to think I’m inhospitable to fagots like you.” Turning to Ronny Bob he added, “You close up the station now boy, I have some business with your ‘girlfriend” before he leaves.” When the Robby Bob tried to protest, Jamul smiled repeating emphatically, “Boy, I told you what to do!” Doing as he was told Robby Bob began shutting down the lights and locking the pumps. By now the officer was pulling me along with him into the empty maintenance bay. Calling out to Ronny Bob, “Leave the garage bay lights on boy, we’re going to have a party there tonight.” For whatever reason there was this old mattress shoved in the cornier and walking over to it, I knew the drill only too well, and I was even looking forward to it. Standing there stripping I began tossing my clothes into the front seat of my car. When I was completely naked, I moved to the mattress and kneeling down, I bowed my head and waited for what was to come. I didn’t have long to wait. Looking down at his black boots he almost whispered as he hissed, “Undress me bitch!” Looking up at him as he lifted his right foot, with some difficulty I managed to pull the thigh high black boot off, and then the left. After the socks, I stood and began undoing his leather jacket and placed it down on his boots. As I began peeling off his blouse exposing his smooth silky black skin, my lips seemed to be drawn to those huge round nipples. No sooner had I began sucking those perky dark nipples than he began groaning, “Harder baby--chew those babies like you want them!” Chewing and sucking and licking I could feel him fussing with is buckle and then as his pants slid down to his feet, he told me to go all the way. Licking and sucking my way down his kinky treasure trail past his tight whites, I pulled off his pants. Reaching up now almost in desperation--now needing him inside me--I yanked down his jockeys, exposing his gorgeous black cock now drooling its honey, and after sliding to my knees, his cock was now waving at me like that one-eyed serpent in the Garden of Eden. In one swoop I swallowed that black one-eyed snake of his down to his pubs and hungrily began sucking for all I was worth. “God Damn” was all he managed to utter as my throat closed around his cock. My hands then went around to that smooth ass of his and he began moving his hips in a rapid-fire motion Now feeling his engorged cock crown against the lining of my throat, he had opened that door of euphoric lust in me. I began working his cock for all I was worth. Feeling his body responding to me and hearing his quickening breaths, his hands began roving my body claming it as his. The only sounds now were his moaning and the wet sounds of his cock reaming my face, and then suddenly he was screaming out, “No! No, too soon! Oh God--here I come!” and my throat was flooded with hot cum. As his legs buckled under him and he fell back on the mattress, my mouth hung onto his cock like a leach. Writhing in delight as I milked the very last drops of cum from him, he just went all limp. Letting his soft but still handsome cock slide from my mouth, I began licking and sucking his balls and working up his treasure trail toward those luscious waiting nipples. Reaching his nipples and splaying my body over his, I could feel his cock at my ass. Licking and chewing first the right and then the left, I could feel life returning to that beautiful cock of his. He was so hot--so eager, and slowly pulling myself up to my knees and straddling his slim hips, my hands gently guided his cock into my ass. His cock was huge, but I had been trained to pleasure my men by a master. Closing my eyes almost hearing Hugo’s voice urging me on, I opened and my body relaxed and my ass just seemed to suck him inside me. Inch by inch as his shaft moved deeper into me, I kept pushing down until my body had consumed his cock right down to its base. Then and only then I slowly began riding his engorged shaft. Raising and lowering my body in ever faster motions, his arms shot up and his steel like fingers grasped my nipples like the reigns of a horse and we began our ride. By now his breath was coming in quick gasps and his eyes had begun glassing over. I knew well from experience that whoever or whatever had serviced him in the past, I was going to take him on that journey to places he’d never been before. Even in my lust for him I would slow to delay his orgasm and then speed up to bring him to the edge again until he was reduced to being a wild animal consumed with the need to rut his bitch. Then in one grand explosion, he began pumping his seed into me. By now his mind was consumed with lust wanting ever more, and as I rose from his shaft, he pulled his legs up, his body was demanding fulfillment of another kind. With his cum still drooling from his cockhead, I ran my cock between his legs, greasing my way into his body. No sooner had my cock entered his anus than I heard his gasp, and in one quick thrust I was in and I knew I was in virgin territory--this cop was cherry--but not for long! He was begging me for more. His dazed and glassy eyes seemed to be off in some kind of dream world as he began pumping back on my cock, driving me ever deeper inside him and releasing how many hidden desires and lust I will never know. It was like he had been in some sort of personal denial; eager to prove his manhood, yet wanting to be made love to by a man. Now consumed with desire, I had him up on his shoulders driving deep into his guts when suddenly we heard this voice saying, “You son of a bitch Jamul! You’re a damn fagot!” Turning I saw his white partner standing there with a big grin on his face watching us as I was banging his partner’s ass. Poor Jamul was gasping, too far-gone to really care who was watching him as he begged me to fuck him harder. Slamming into him hot and deep I began pumping him full cum--his body seemed to just suck it out of me. Seeing this the other cop had now dropped his pants and was working a mighty nightstick of his own. As I let Jamul’s legs down, he took on the yoke. As his partner fed his engorged cock into Jamul’s ass, he told him, “Baby, we’re going to make sweet music now fuck boy--your ass is mine now--cunt boy!” Above the lurid sounds of sex Jamul had began breathing like a fish out of water as that great white cock slammed into his well-lubricated ass. Unceremoniously, I was now straddling Jamul’s face and began ramming my cock into his mouth. Jamul’s eyes flew wide open and as my cock slid deep into his throat. I watched with amusement as his cheeks began puffing in and out as he began sucking on my cock as if his life depended on it. I was thinking to myself, “Now here was one cop that would never be a real man again!” We had both dicked him until there wasn’t a fuck left between the three of us. We were one sorry sight as we all staggered naked to the trucker’s showers to clean up. No sooner were we all wet and soapy than the orgy began again. It was only after we had dressed that Tony, the white cop, told me that Jamul would not be giving me any trouble ever again and pinching his ass he querried, “Isn’t that right lover?” I told him that I was glad they had found each other, but I still needed to find my man and that I would be heading out as soon as the sun was up. Watching Tony as he pulled Jamul into his arms making over him like a long lost lover he muttered to him, “Baby you don’t know how long I wanted to fuck that black ass of yours and now it’s all mine.” Giggling while sort of cooing Jamul agreed, “It sure is Baby.” With that I watched those two kiss and then depart, Jamul in his patrol car and Tony in his Blazer. I knew they were made for each other and I was somehow proud I’d brought them together. Returning to the stall and retrieving my shaving bag, I noticed my watch lying on the front seat with some bills stuffed inside. Counting the money it was almost a thousand dollars, and I though ‘that sweet kid’. Shaving and dressing in a clean outfit, I was ready for him when he came down to open the station. He gave a start when he saw me sitting in the shadows, but then broke out in this big grin. Standing and taking him in my arms I told him I would never forget him, but I had to go. I don’t know on what level he understood me, but he said he loved me and would miss me. As I backed my car out of the maintenance bay, the lights were just coming on and I could hear the wheels of a big rig on the gravel of the drive. Looking up at Ronny Bob waving at the trucker I knew he would be all right--his kind would always be all right. There was a place in this world for people like us and now it was time for me to find my place. Looking at my reflection in the rear mirror I though, “I’m really a good looking guy. I’m smart and damn it--I’m gay, but hell so are a lot of other men--and they work, they live their lives, and they’re happy--and I can damn well do the same! I had a little money now and I was going to start my new life. I now felt good about myself as I drove all that day. After a quick lunch I just kept driving, I wanted to make Chicago by midnight. Knowing from past experience the hotels on the near north were either fully booked or too expensive, I elected to stay on the south side of State Street. It was then I saw this sign the Leather’s Bar and Grill and I felt the hunger pangs. Parking in front of the place under the lights, the last thing I needed was to be ripped off. As soon as I was in the door, I knew it was a gay bar. I could almost smell the testosterone in the air. A sea of black faces turned to check me out as I made my way to the bar. After my sliding on a seat, this big hulk of a bartender leaned over saying, “You sure you’re in the right place whitey?” Looking into his face and winking I said, “You better believe it sir! As for not being black, I’ve had more black meat up my ass than there is in this whole damn bar.” Leaning back and letting out a big lower gut laugh the barkeep declared, “Brother let me buy you a drink—but not one of those sissy things.” Suddenly there was talking and laughter, and things went back to normal--I had been accepted. Looking up as he was making my drink I asked, “Sir, is it possible to get something to eat from the kitchen?” Looking at me and rubbing his crotch he asked, “What you looking for boy?” Knowing damn well he was teasing me I said, “First a sandwich then perhaps that for dessert”. Laughing and turning away he soon returned with a big platter with a sandwich and fries on it. I had no sooner picked it up and taken a bite when some kid stuck his head in the door inquiring, “Anyone here driving a silver Mercedes? You’re getting ripped off.” The bartender seeing my stricken face was out the door and seconds later came back saying, “Nothing to worry about, I told them it was a friend of mine driving the car.” As he passed me I whispered, “I know just how to thank you brother”. By now it was almost closing time and as the bar thinned out, the bartender began his clean-up routine. Looking up and winking he said to call him Malcolm. Winking I introduced myself, “I’m Robert Cassias Carlyle former Professor of English Literature”. Looking up he asked, “Former?” Laughing I added, “There just isn’t too much demand for a gay professor that fucks his students, nowadays.” Then he asked, “Where you staying Professor?” Looking up I replied, “With you, Malcolm. You promised me desert didn’t you?” It felt good to say that, and that was then I realized for the first time in my life I had accepted the fact that I was a full-fledged cocksucking, ass fucking gay white male. I didn’t need to prove to my father or anyone that I was a man--I was gay and a man and I was proud of it. I was brought back to reality when the bar went dark and this voice said, “Upstairs Professor, I have my rooms upstairs.” After that night, in those next few weeks I’d become a regular at the bar and I was now living with Malcolm. When our relationship got known around the bar all the boys accepted me. To say that we got it off was the understatement of the year. He was everything a man could want in another man, he was kind, gentle and hung like an animal--and he loved me. I would have been the luckiest man in the world if I could say I loved him. In his way he seemed to know that there was someone else in my life and he accepted me in spite of it. Yet soon the desire to work was always there, if anything I was a born teacher. It was a few weeks afterwards that Malcolm called me down from our rooms and introduced me to this older black man he called ‘Brother Samuel.’ Seems he was running a school for underprivileged boys in the neighborhood and was interested in hiring someone to teach at his school. Looking at him I initially said to forget it, and then Malcolm asked if it was because I got caught fucking my students. Blushing at it being put like that, I said I doubted any school board would hire me after checking my references. Looking at me this Brother Samuel asked, “You a good teacher, boy?” Feeling a glimmer of hope I said I was one of the best “Except for my liking to fuck black boys, that’s what got me fired.” Producing a card he said, “See me tomorrow, but there’ll be no fucking my boys! If we need to, we’ll put a chastity belt on you.” With that he got up and left. Turning to Malcolm I said, “I can’t believe it.” Grinning he said, “You gotta work boy if you’re going to live here. I’m going to need more than your cock up my ass for the rent.” Leaning over the bar and pulling him to me, I gave him a big sloppy kiss much to the amusement of the rest of the bar. Settling back on my stool and closing my eyes I couldn’t believe it, I would teach again! If only Hugo could see me now. Since the bar was closed during the mornings, Malcolm drove me over to the school. It was in one of those impossible districts full of tenements and burnt out buildings and closed factories. Pulling up in front of what looked like some kind of factory, I saw boys in uniforms lining up at the door. Malcolm pointed saying, “Those are the boys you will teach.” Sitting there looking at them they were a strange lot. The younger ones were sloppily dressed and bobbing and weaving around like young punks, but the older ones were impeccably dressed and standing there quite reserved. You could see the change education made in them at a glance. Exiting the car we headed into the building amidst the whispers of ‘whitey on board’ and the pointing of the middle finger followed by laughter--mostly from the younger boys. Once inside it was like all poor schools, terrazzo floors and those horrid green walls. We had gone just a few steps when a guard demanding to know what our business was confronted us. Producing the card this “Brother Samuel” had given me, suddenly the guard was all smiles pointing to the doors at the end of the long corridor. As soon as we were inside the room, Malcolm said he had to be leaving. Asking how I was going to get back, he smiled saying that I would know when the time came. By then this “Brother Samuel” had entered from another door and indicated I sit. When he sat at his desk he opened this rather large folder and began flicking through the pages. Looking up he said, “I didn’t realize you were a Baptist Minister’s son.” Suddenly I realized he a dossier of my life. Jumping to my feet I asked, “How, Why?” Smiling and telling me to relax they knew all about me and my little past indiscretions, but they also knew I was a great teacher. Settling back I waited for the other shoe to drop. If this was some kind of setup to get me to work for nothing, I was out of here. I was nobody’s slave. Almost as if he’d been reading my thoughts he said, “Now room and board come with the position, you will be given a small stipend for your personal needs, but that will be all you will receive. You may keep your clothing and your car for personal days, but only for your personal days.” Standing I began saying, “I could never agree to anything like this. He just sat there smiling and saying, “We have gone to great lengths to prepare you to help you rid yourself of your demons and now it is time you repaid the Tribunal of the Phallus in our effort to desegregate our organization. Feeling his chill sweep over me I then heard this voice behind me, “You did good Bobby, I’m proud of you.” Turning around, there stood my Hugo, smart in his uniform, grinning at me! Grabbing him and hugging him as his arms came around me crushing me to his chest saying, “You belong to me now Bobby, this is your home now with your Master”. Dropping to my knees and looking adoringly up into his face all I could say was, “Yes Master, I belong to you now.” That next day I stood in my uniform before a sea of black faces saying, “I am Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle and I run a tight ship. You are here to learn and there will be no fooling around, do you understand that boys?” Comments to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com