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The pain was increasing with every mile and was becoming quite unbearable. It was as if the shock waves created by the slightest bump in the road were amplified by the car's suspension system and migrated to my fully distended bladder. I knew that if I didn't find a place to relieve myself soon I would be in serious HOT WATER -- no pun intended.

I had driven this stretch of Route 15 many times over the years and knew that there were absolutely no rest areas for at least another 50 miles, nor were there any gas stations or fast food establishments open at 3 o'clock in the morning. I could stop along the side of the road and piss to the side of the car, but with my luck, a police cruiser would pass by and pull over to investigate. With the half pound of high grade Colombian I was carrying in the trunk, I was not about to take any chances.

I was beginning to have a hard time concentrating on the road because of the pain and extreme discomfort. Suddenly, I passed a sign that brought a smile to my face: "Picnic Area - 500 Feet Ahead". Glancing in the rearview mirror I noticed that I was the only one on the highway at this time of night. As I approached the picnic area, I gradually slowed down and pulled over to the edge of the road to examine the situation. This particular picnic area was situated at the end of a small gravel road that extended approximately 100 feet into a small thicket of pine trees and terminated in a cul-de-sac, just large enough to turn my Volkswagen around without any significant maneuvering. Slowly I turned onto the gravel road and made my way to the end, stopping beside a small wooden picnic table.

I quickly turned off the ignition and lights and jumped out, not bothering to close the door. Not wanting to waste time with zippers and buttons I just yanked my cut-offs down over my hips and started to empty my bladder. A combination of blessed relief and the cool night air sent a shiver over my entire body as I shook the last remaining drops of piss from the head of my cock. At that point I became aware of the coolness of the air on my fully exposed cock. I felt a slight twitch and I began to run my left hand under my tee shirt. It swept through the dense hair that encircled my now fully erect nipples. As my fingers brushed across my right nipple my cock jumped to full arousal and demanded some immediate attention. I thought to myself, "what the hell, why not? Here I am in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, my pants down to my ankles and my cock is rock hard." With that, I leaned against the edge of the picnic table and started to slowly stroke my seven and a half inch cock with my right hand while my left hand continued to massage and tantalize my nipples.

I was developing a very satisfying rhythm and had become totally unaware of anything else around me. I was getting quite close to shooting my load when suddenly I noticed that a car had stopped at the opposite end of the gravel drive. The headlights were still on and I could definitely hear two distinct voices, both male, in the distance. My mind began racing in all directions. Maybe it was another poor soul who had to stop and take a piss? Maybe some crazed prison escapee looking for his next victim? Or maybe it was some arrogant cop looking for someone to bust, someone to make his quota for the week? In any case I wasn't about to find out. I slowly bent down and pulled my cut offs back up over my ass and, with some difficulty, stuffed my still erect cock back into its denim prison and climbed back into my car. I thought maybe they didn't see my car and if I just wait long enough they'll go away.

I sat and stared in the rear view mirror, watching and hoping they would soon pull off. I saw a dome light come on as the person on the passenger side stepped out and slammed the door. I heard footsteps as he walked to the rear of the car and opened the trunk, only to slam it closed within a matter of seconds. Suddenly, the ignition and lights were turned off. I began to feel a little unnerved by the situation. I strained my ears to hear anything but couldn't even detect the slightest chirp of a cricket. Then I heard footsteps coming down the gravel road, heading straight for me. I slowly and quietly wound my window up and was reaching around to lock the door when out of nowhere there was a loud rap on the driver's window and a blinding light shone directly into my eyes. My heart sank into my shoes as my stomach rose into my throat. A deep, gruff, purely masculine voice penetrated the air, startling me even more.

"Pennsylvania State Police. What's going on in there, boy?"

I didn't say a word. I just sat there, frozen in my tracks, unable to move or speak. My heart was pounding, my breathing was shallow and rapid, and my mind was running amuck. Again that voice, this time a little more demanding, penetrated the silence of the night. "Answer me, boy. I asked what's going on in there? What are you doing back here?"

"No-no-nothing, Sir," I stammered while trying to roll down the window, "I'm just sitting here getting some rest. I've been driving for a while and was starting to get tired and thought it best if I pulled off for a bit.

"Let me see your license and registration!" he ordered.

As I reached over to open the glove compartment the light was removed from my eyes and focused on my right hand as I fumbled with the handle. When the door popped open he scanned the interior of the compartment with the light. I was sure glad I'd put that pot in the trunk. As I retrieved the registration card and sat up to hand it to him, I tried to catch a glimpse of whoever was standing outside of my door. I could not see his face at all. When he stood erect his crotch was positioned directly in my line of vision. The only thing I could see, in the short amount of time before the light was directed back into my face, was the sight of a huge silver belt buckle on a dark leather gun belt and what appeared to be another flashlight shoved into his right pants pocket. I fumbled with my back pocket to retrieve my wallet and discovered that it was missing.

I turned to his crotch and said, "I can't seem to find my wallet, Sir. I know I had it when I stopped to get gas, back in New York. I don't know what happened to it."

With that he opened the car door, and asked me to step out of the car and put my hands on the roof. I slid around in the seat and stood beside the car momentarily when suddenly, he grabbed my right wrist and forced me around to face the car.

"Spread those legs and don't move a muscle," he ordered.

I was shaking like a leaf and was not about to move. I could hardly breathe I was so scared. Suddenly everything became pitch black again. I couldn't see anything except the after image of the flashlight. His hands were starting to feel the inside surface of my ankles. I slowly realized that this was unlike any frisking procedure I've ever seen on TV. His movements were way too slow, way too gentle, and lasted an extraordinary long period of time at each spot. I could sense that his obviously big masculine hands were enjoying themselves as I felt them move upward to my inner thighs. Suddenly I felt his hand reach between my legs and plant itself firmly against my crotch. His hand stayed in that position for what must have been a full two minutes, gradually squeezing every couple seconds which caused my cock to start to twitch in response to his touch.

He proceeded to stand and I could feel him step closer to me. His breath frisked the back of my neck as he grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and firmly massaged them. Loosening his grip he stepped closer and I could feel his crotch pressed against me ass as his hands reached around me. His left hand went under my t-shirt and began by circling the hair on my stomach then moved up to my nipples. His right hand found its way back to my crotch. He pulled me closer to him as he started to rub his crotch against my ass. I don't know whether it was fear or excitement but I was not about to resist. Without warning he stood up and backed away. I heard him pick up the flashlight and take a step backward.

"Don't you move, boy. You stay right where you are."

"Yes, Sir!" I responded as I tried to see what he was doing.

He turned on the flashlight and directed it towards the car parked at the end of the road. He turned it off and on several times, as if some kind of signal, and then waved it back and forth, motioning whoever was inside to join him. A second body emerged from the vehicle and walked up the gravel path.

"What we got here, Steve?" he asked as he stood beside his partner.

"I think we got us a live one here, John. See for yourself," I heard the other one say.

I felt John grab hold of my hips and forcefully put my ass towards his crotch. I felt his billy-club, or so I thought, press firmly against me as his hands reached around me to grab my crotch and his fingers brushed against the head of my fully erect cock sticking out of the leg of my cut-offs.

"This guy’s got a fuckin’ hard-on, Steve. You think he wants some cop cock?" he asked.

"I don't know if he wants it or not, but he's gonna get it".

Without warning I felt John back up. His hands left my crotch and moved to my shoulder as he pulled me away from the car. Catching my balance in the darkness I awaited his next instruction.

"Move your ass over to that picnic table, boy" I heard him say as he gave me a shove in that direction, "and be quick about it."

I moved the ten feet or so to the edge of the table and felt something firm but soft press against the bottom of my shoe. I bent down to discover my wallet.

"What's that doing over here, boy?" he asked.

I answered, "It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was taking a leak, sir." "Well then, do it again."

I slowly started to unfasten the button when he said in a very demeaning manner, "I said pull them down, boy. Don't fuck with the buttons and zipper, just get them down. NOW!"

I quickly pulled my pants down past my hips and my fully erect cock sprang forward.

"Well, what do we have here?" I heard him say as he reached down and wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock. "I think he really wants it, Steve, he's hard as a rock."

"Great," Steve replied, "Get him ready."

John grabbed my cock even tighter and ordered me to kick off my shorts. I stepped out of my cut offs and he lead me to the end of the picnic table.

"Now you just stand there while we get ready, and don't you move."

"Yes, sir." I responded, "Whatever you say, sir."

I stood there in total darkness, listening. I heard the sound of belts being unfastened, zippers being unzipped, keys and handcuffs banging together as uniform pieces fell to the ground. I heard the table creak as one of them sat on the edge and suddenly the other grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me a couple feet toward the table. He took the back of my head and forced me down to his waiting partner.

"Get down there and suck on that cop cock, boy, and you better suck it good, cause I'm next."

I slowly lowered myself into the darkness and felt something warm and fleshy brush against my cheek. I examined it with the tip of my tongue, slowly traveling down to the base. I inhaled deeply to savor the scent of his public musk. I allowed my tongue to begin its journey back up the shaft, which went on for at least eight or more inches. When I reached the huge mushroom head I tasted an enormous amount of pre-cum. I opened my mouth and tenderly wrapped my lips around the head and began lowering myself onto the shaft. I struggled to take as much of it into my mouth as I possibly could. I heard Steve moan with delight in the darkness as I continued to pay serious homage to this magnificent cop cock.

"That's it. Suck that cock. Take all of it... all the way down." I heard John say from behind me. "Get down there and suck those balls. Lick all of that cop sweat off of those bad boys."

I grabbed his cock with my right hand and held it out so I could reach his balls easier. When I did, I felt his cock swell in my hand and become even bigger than I had imagined it was. I could have held it with both hands and not come close to the head. This cock had to be at least ten inches long. I started to lick on Steve's huge hairy balls and he started to moan louder. As I continued to tongue-bathe that scrotum I started to work my tongue toward his ass hole. His legs began to rise ever so slowly, allowing me easy access. When he finally had his heels resting on the edge of the table I slipped his pants over his shoes. I grabbed his legs and raised them as far as I could to expose that magical sweet spot I so dearly wanted to explore in depth. I buried my face and started to massage that hole with the tip of my tongue, pulling his butt cheeks as far apart as I could. I could hear his breathing quicken and his moaning get even louder as I continued to fuck this cop's ass with my tongue. I could tell he was really enjoying this interrogation. I know I was.

Suddenly John pulled me away and let me know it was his turn. John stepped out of his uniform pants and Steve walked behind me. John sat down on the edge of the picnic table and I felt his calf brush against my side as he raised his legs.

"Okay boy, get your mouth down here and suck a real cock."

I heard Steve snicker in the background as I lowered my face in search of my new objective. When my tongue reached its destination I understood why Steve snickered. John's cock was only moderate in size, only measuring about seven inches in length and it did not have nearly the girth as Steve's, but still I was in heaven and treated his cock with an equal amount of respect and reverence. I licked the shaft and lowered myself onto his cock, sucking on it with tremendous enthusiasm. I tongue-bathed his hairy balls and I thought he was going to scream when my tongue reached that little chord of flesh that extended from his scrotum to his asshole.

He started to gyrate his hips up and down as I spread his butt cheeks apart as my tongue began to explore his love button. My face was buried deep in his ass when I felt Steve step closer to me and grab hold of my bare ass. As I continued to rim John's eager asshole I heard Steve's knees crack as he squatted down behind me. I felt his hands pull my cheeks apart and I damn near lost consciousness as I felt Steve's tongue begin to explore my love hole. As he began to rim my ass I increased my endeavors on John's hole as well. As I began giving John undoubtedly the best blow job he's ever had I felt Steve stand and align the head of his monster meat to the rosette of my twitching ass hole. As John's breathing became more rapid and his moaning more lengthy I felt Steve begin to push forward with shear determination. It had been months since I'd been fucked and it was nothing compared to the size of what was about to enter me now. I heard Steve apply a liberal amount of spit onto his hand as he began to lubricate the head of his cock and my ass hole.

"Keep sucking that cock while I shove this up your ass, and don't you are make any noise either," he ordered.

In anticipation of what was to come I lowered myself as far onto John's cock as I could and held my breath as I felt my ass hole being torn wide open. The pain was tremendous as Steve's cock, which was at least six inches in circumference, forced its way into my hole. It took all I could not to scream but I was determined to follow his orders. When I felt Steve's balls rest against my ass cheek I knew the worst was over and all I need do was relax and enjoy.

Slowly, Steve began to rhythmically withdraw and plunge his cock back into my ass. I tried to keep the tempo on John's cock with my mouth. I don't know who was moaning louder throughout the entire process, but after a while all you could hear was a chorus of moans and groans of delight. All at once Steve withdrew completely and ordered me to lay down on the table. I did as I was told. Steve grabbed my legs and raised them high over his shoulders. He realigned and with one mighty thrust shoved the entire ten inches deep inside of me. The pain was nearly unbearable, but still I didn't make a sound. When he started to pick up the rhythm again he told John to get back up on the table and sit on my face while he fucked my ass. I continued to rim John's hole with increased gusto as Steve pounded my ass with his merciless ram rod. John straightened up a bit and grabbing his cock he lowered it into my waiting throat and began to pump me with the same rhythm as Steve

All of a sudden I heard Steve say, "Go ahead, John, you know you want to. Suck on that cock while I fuck him."

With his cock still lodged deep in my throat I felt John lower himself onto his elbows, and the warmth of his breath on my balls as his mouth got ever closer to my cock. John's lips wrapped around my cock and rhythmically he started down on the shaft. When he started to lick my balls I couldn't help but moan quite loud, at which point Steve rammed his cock into my ass as hard as he could.

"I told you not to make any noise. Don't you listen? Now you're going to have to pay. I'll teach you to do what you're told."

He started pumping me harder and faster, but I was not about to let on that I was enjoying myself. I did figure that if I made some noise he'd be even more aggressive and give me the fuck of my life. I began to moan uncontrollably which seemed to have the desired effect on both of them.

"I said shut up, boy." Steve ordered as he started to pound me even harder and John forced his cock deeper down my throat. Both of their tempos picked up significantly and I could tell by their breathing that this journey was drawing to a close. All at once Steve withdrew his cock from my ass and began stroking it feverishly.

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum." he moaned.

John sat up to watch and I heard him say, "Yeah, Steve, shoot that load all over him. Cover that chest with hot cop cum. Come on, man, you can do it!"

It only took Steve a matter of seconds before I felt a river of hot sticky cum splatter all over my chest and stomach. John repositioned over me, put his cock back into my mouth and ordered me to suck it. As his cock slid deeper down my throat I realized that John was lapping up the pools of cum his partner had just shot all over me. This was too much for me to bear and I started to shoot my own pent up supply of cum all over my chest and stomach to mix with Steve's. John's lapping became more pronounced. He didn't want to miss a single drop of our combined man juices. As he continued to drink I could sense John's cock getting harder in my throat and knew that he was about to blow soon. He tried to pull out, but I wanted him to shoot right down my throat.

"So, you want my cum boy? Okay, then you're going to get it." He started to pump my mouth faster and harder when suddenly he froze, his breathing nearly stopped and I heard this incredibly loud moan penetrate the darkness as I felt him tense up. His load of creamy cop cum filled my mouth. I swallowed, but it continued to flow. I swallowed again and again, and still it continued to flow, but I was not complaining at all. It was by far the best meal I have ever had.

With both of them finished, they stood and began to dress. I started to sit up when Steve said, "I didn't tell you to move, yet. You just stay right where you are, Boy, while we check out your ID."

"Yes sir!" I replied and I lay back down on the picnic table.

They took my wallet to the cruiser and examined the contents. It was the first time I saw them in the light and man they were the hottest cops I've ever laid eyes on.

They finished with my wallet and walked back to the picnic table, where I was lying naked.

"Okay boy, we've checked out your ID and everything seems to be in order. You're free to go, but keep in mind that we have your address and we WILL be keeping a close watch on you. You'll never know when we will be knocking on your door. It may be next week or next month... hell, we might even stop by tomorrow night. You never know." They walked away, got back in their car and drove off with me still naked on the picnic table, dripping with cop cum and spit. They stopped at the end of the road and Steve leaned out the window and shouted into the darkness.

"Sooner than you think, boy, sooner than you think..."