"You ain't goin' nowheres until you get that brake light of yours fixed."
"But officer," trying to reason with this country hick lawman seemed totally futile, "I swear that I will get it fixed as soon as I get to my destination."
"For the fourth time now you are not going anywhere until that there light is fixed." This time the cop gritted his teeth. "We have laws in this here county and I am gettin' paid to enforce them. Now get back into your car and follow me down to my cousin's garage so's that he can fix it for you. You can pay him the $15.00 fine when he's done and he'll give you a receipt so's you can be on your way. Now don't give me no trouble, you hear boy!"
I was fuming as I got back behind the wheel of my car. I am going to wring Jason's neck when I get back to the dorm for talking me into taking this damn short-cut down through the back roads. And then getting stopped by this potbellied fifty-plus year old cop whose cousin so conveniently owns the only repair garage in the county. You talk about getting ripped off in Hicksville!
The police car lead me through the tiny town until we were about a mile out on some half-paved roadway. I say half-paved because there were more potholes and sand spots then asphalt. Suddenly an ancient wooden sign with barely legible lettering appeared and the cop turned into the driveway. Behind a bend of trees an old red and white mobile home was parked next to a wooden tin-roofed three-car garage. A hound dog suddenly ran out from under the house trailer and began barking in front of my car as if he were announcing the end of the world. The trailer door opened and a very tall muscular dark-haired man with a three-day beard appeared, bare-chested, wearing just a pair of overalls. He looked uncannily like Jethro on the Beverly Hillbillies. The middle-aged cop climbed out of his car and walked over towards the huge muscle man.
"How ya doin' Tommy," the cop yelled over the barking of the crazy dog.
"Hush up now," the big man said, whopping the hound on the head. The dog immediately shut his mouth and crawled back through the high weeds under the trailer. "Damn mutt!" the man said, reaching out his hand to the law officer, "if he weren't such a good huntin' dog I'd a gotten rid of him a long time ago. He's got the damn biggest yap of any fuckin' dog I've ever had."
"Seems to take after my wife," the cop chuckled.
"What brings you back so soon Mac?" the muscle man asked, scratching the fur on his chest.
"Done caught me another one of them city boys that thinks he can break our laws," the cop announced, pointing towards me.
"What's he done?"
"Well, his damn brake lights is out and you know are damn dangerous that is," the overweight cop huffed, "now you just go ahead and fix him up and collect his fine for me. I've got an appointment over with my wife at her sister's and I can't hang around till you all is finished. You understand Tommy? You know how Milly gets if I arrive late. Damn woman is worse then a polecat tied up in a croaker sack. I declare if'n I ain't punished enough in this life havin' to stay married to that woman. Mercy!"
"Sure will cousin Mac," the Jethro look-a-like answered, "will take care of him and get your fine collected too."
The cop walked over to where I was parked and repeated the instructions to me personally before getting back into his cruiser. Within seconds he disappeared around the clump of trees leaving me alone with the muscle man and his hunting dog.
"Hey," the big guy said as he walked over to me and reached his hand out in a friendly gesture, "my name's Tommy, as you probable figured out already. You wanna pull your car into that there first bay of the garage over yonder and I'll get you goin' in no time flat."
I hopped back into my car and did as the man said. He followed me into the garage and opened the rusted refrigerator that stood against the back wall.
"You wanna beer?" he asked, pulling out two bottles of Budweiser, "hotter'n hell today, ain't it?"
I thanked him for the beer and sat down on one of the vinyl covered chairs next to the workbench. Tommy walked around to the back of my car and opened the trunk. Within minutes he slammed the trunk back down and announced that the light was fixed.
"What do I owe you man?" I asked, walking over to where he stood behind my car.
"Well, the bulb hitself was only 89 cents but the labor is five dollars," he began, "and then there's the fine my cousin slapped on you. Did he tell you how high it was?"
"Yeah," I said, "fifteen bucks." I couldn't believe that I actually admitted how much it was. It seemed so easy to just say five dollars and save me the ten, but then I guess I was afraid he might have been putting me to the test. I didn't want to rile the genetically challenged population out here!
"Well then," he continued, that makes $20 and 89 cents."
I handed him a twenty and two ones. "That's for the beer;" I explained.
"Oh no need for that," Tommy announced, handing me the extra buck back and resting his rear-end against the driver's door of my car, "that was just my hospitality."
"Well then," I answered, making the motion to reach for the door handle, "then many thanks for your help man. I'm needing to get back on the road."
For some reason the big guy didn't budge, but folded his huge arms across his chest and grinned at me.
"Well," I said again, "I guess I'll be on my way."
No response from ‘Jethro'.
"Thanks again for your help!" This time I had my hand on the door handle and was trying to open it, but the big man still remained leaning against my car.
"What's your hurry man?" he finally asked.
"I need to get going," I announced. A sudden feel of panic flowed over me. What the hell did this country dude want from me?"
"Well, no need to," he responded, not budging a muscle.
We both stood there for who knows how long without saying a word. What the hell was I supposed to do now, I thought. The guy is twice the size I am!
"You one of them city college boys, ain't you?"
"Yes sir," I answered, "I'm in my fourth year of college."
"You one of them queer boys too, ain't you?" he responded with a huge grin smeared across his unshaven face.
How the hell did he know that?
"I saw then two magazines of nekkid men you have in your trunk back there," he announced, "I figured one and one is two and knew then that you was one of them city queer boys."
"Uh...." I started to stutter. Oh shit! My two Playgirls! I totally forgot that I still had them in the trunk. What's going to happen to me now? These guys out here are faggot hunters! Was he going to beat me up or even worse, kill me and hide my body somewhere in the woods? Damn, his cousin is the cop here and who knows what all they do to protect each other out here in the twilight zone! "No...o...," I continued nervously. The sweat was pouring out of the pores of my armpits. "Those are two magazines that I...er...bought for my girlfriend! Yeah! I bought them for my girlfriend back in Charlotte and was going to wrap them up as a gag gift for her. You understand? They're not for me personally!"
The big muscle man stared at me and I had the feeling that he could read my mind. Some kind of country conjure! He knew that I was lying because his right hand suddenly dropped down to his crotch and began fondling the huge piece of meat that had already grown halfway down his right thigh. Damn! Was he hung! Normally I would have loved to have dropped down on my knees in front of this live ‘Colt' model and.... But wrong place, wrong time, and wrong man!
Or was it?
Tommy suddenly undid the side buttons of his overalls and let them slide down his large muscle-bound body until they fell in a heap around his booted ankles. His now exposed horse-size uncut prick was poking straight out into the muggy hot air of the tin-roofed garage. Flies began buzzing around the man's dick. Two landed on the thick pulsing blood vein on the top part of the huge fuck instrument. Tommy continued to stare at me. My own dick was getting hard as a rock in my jeans, betraying me again, as usual in the presence of a hot studly man.
"You want this boy?" Tommy finally spoke up in a raspy low voice.
"I...."
"I know you do boy," he continued, as his hand grabbed the base of his prick, causing the two flies to take flight. He slowly began to peel the abundant foreskin back until half of the purple-colored dickhead was exposed to the sultry summer air.
"I...."
"You want this big ol' dick wors'n you know of yourself," Tommy said, as he started to move the excessive skin back and forth over the shaft of his hard prick causing the purple head to peek out every so often, tempting me, luring me, making my head whirl in lust for the country stud's fat uncut rod.
"Don't be afraid," he cooed, "I swear I won't hurt you if that's what you're a thinkin'. I might be as big as a house, but I'm a gentle person. I just love havin' my big ol' dick sucked on since I ain't got me nobody that will do it for me, not since my wife got up and left for that damn travelin' salesman from Atlanta last year."
I instantly dropped to my knees in front of my new found hero and began the inevitable. My tongue reached out and licked at the pursed rosebud-like tip, tasting the honey-like pre-cum juice that was by now leaking profusely out of the man's large piss-slit.
"You like that boy?" he whispered.
I nodded affirmatively and then open my mouth and sucked the oversized fleshy hood of his dick into my mouth. Tommy let out a rough groan. My tongue began to explore under the foreskin in my mouth and the flavors that it discovered there were damn fascinating! I slowly worked the skin all the way back in my mouth until the slightly bumpy ridge of his cockhead was exposed and began lingually masturbating the spongy ridge as I sucked like a vacuum on the thick shaft.
"Damn! You are good!" the big man uttered, as he placed his large callused grease-stained hands on the top of my head.
I reached up and grabbed his fat goose-egg like balls and began to massage them as my mouth worked its way further on down the obese shaft of his fuckpole. I wanted so badly to bury my nose in that dank black curly bush of his and smell all of his manly odors that had collected in that moist sweaty pubic forest.
"Fuckin' good!" he said.
I had worked my way down enough so that the tips of this wiry crotch hair were now tickling my nose. I could already smell the man-stink of his pubes. It was not offensive in the least. Tommy had a good smell. A manly stink that is produced only when the guy works all day and sweats. No artificial perfumey odor here. This was a real man and this was his real smell.
"Oh yeah!"
He began bucking forwards with his hips, ramming his big prick deeper and deeper into my throat. My jaws were beginning to ache and I felt like I had to gag. His hands gripped my head as he gave one more powerful shove forward, forcing his huge meaty shaft deep into my throat and causing my nose to finally be buried into the depths of his musky smelling bush. I had reached my goad. And I was in ecstasy.
"Gonna shoot," Tommy uttered in a low voice.
I squeezed his nuts and began pulling on them as he continued fucking my face faster and faster.
"Gonna shoot my load!"
His nuts were trying like hell to tighten up against his body as he furiously rammed his dick in and out of my face. And then it happened.
"Oh SHIIIT! I'm CUMMMMIIINNN'"
Tommy's big fat country dick exploded in the depths of my throat. I felt the first rope of hot searing sperm as it splattered against the back wall of my throat. My own cock suddenly exploded and shot stream after stream of my own baby-juice into the crotch of my BVDs. Tommy shot another rope of cum. He's hips continued to buck into my mouth. Another rope splattered against the back of my throat. And another. And then it was over.
"Oh shit and FUCK!" the big country man exclaimed as he released the grip on my head, "oh shit and FUCK!" he repeated as the sweat dripped down from his forehead and landed between my eyes.
He suddenly yanked his still hard prick out of my now sore mouth. I watched it as it slowly began to deflate in front of my face until it hung down and rested on top of his oversized hairy nutsack.
"You one helluva good dicksucker!" Tommy finally announced, as he reached down and pulled his faded denim overalls back up over his hips. "Ain't had anything this good in a long time boy!"
And if that cop cousin of his were here right now I would thank him personally for pulling me over!
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