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Cop Cock Inspection


I’d never heard of the GTC until a few weeks ago. I was parked at the local truck stop and out for a jog. When I got back to the truck, Volume 5 Issue 4 was on my front seat. It’s great to read about other men who think the same way I do. I want to tell you how I got started fucking with other guys. If you print this story, could you use the photo you used in the Vol. 5 Issue 4, page 6 as a back drop? The one with the stud getting face fucked? Goes real well with the story. I’m not a gay mean, I’m married. Fourteen years with three kids. If anyone told me 5 years ago I’d be sucking cock, I’d have said they were nuts. From high school to about 10 years ago, I worked as a fitness instructor at the local gym. The open road was drawing me to it, so I started trucking. Five years ago I bought a used 1996 379 Pete with a 48” flat top. That 1st year of being an owner operator, I had a daily run between Buffalo, NY and Liberty, NY, one load a day. I always ran it at night to avoid the DOT Inspectors. One hot July night, I got pulled over just outside Binghamton, NY. The cop said I was doing 70 in a 55. I fucking flipped out. Being a new owner operator, my insurance was already high, a 4 point ticket could easily put me out of trucking. I wasn’t really dressed, only wearing cutoffs and my work shoes, but I jumped out of the cab anyway and was begging this cop to give me anything but the speeding ticket, a bad tire ticket would be fine, a light out ticket, no seat belt ticket, anything!! Well, this cop was young, looked like he was fresh out of the army or something, and he was listening, something cops rarely do, usually they just take your stuff and write the ticket. Finally I simply pleaded ‘come on man, anything!’ And he gave in, said he’d inspect my truck and to follow him. He lead me to an old closed down department store, been closed for a few years, and drove around back to the loading dock area. Once I got parked he told me to jump out of the truck. I couldn’t reach my shirt what I had thrown back into the sleeper at the beginning of the trip and he seemed impatient, so I got out still in my shorts. He said, ‘You want out of this don’t you?’ I said, ‘hell yeah!’ The cop then lead me to the dark side of the and wanted to fuck me in the mouth. I didn’t want him to but he threatened to write the 4 point speeding ticket, thus ruining my driving job. I pleaded as I thought of him sticking his cock in my mouth, but he said it was the only way. Then I felt his strong hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees. I was getting really pissed at this guy, but I felt trapped into a corner with no way out. The cop pealed off his shirt revealing a upper torso that only comes by hours of hard work in the gym. He was 6’ tall, about 190 pounds, lean and powerful, he then reached down and hauled out his cock. It looked hug, only inches from my face, I could feel the heat of him and I could smell his sex smell. He pushed his cock to my face and pressed it to my mouth. “Take It!” He said and I opened as he pressed it into my mouth. The cop then started a slow, easy fucking rhythm, I was determined no to swallow anything and almost right away, spit and the cop’s pre-cum fuck juices were dripping down my chin through the course growth of my goatee. Tears came from my eyes as he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. Slow and easy for about 5 or so minutes, all the while telling me how good I was doing. I could feel his cock, the veins of it in my mouth, rock hard, sliding over my lips with each thrust. Spit and cum juices would be forced out of my mouth and was now running down my neck to my chest. The cop wasn’t talking anymore, using each breath to feed the lust of his man fucking. The racing heart beat, the sweat that dripped from his chest to my face, stinging at my eyes, he was fucking hard and fast by now, working his cock with skill as his body tensed and then it happened. That huge hard throbbing cop cock was pumping fuck juice into my mouth. I thought I’d die! Keeping my throat closed, the cum would be forced back along the hard shaft of his cock and run out my mouth and down over my chest soaking into the waist band of my wrangler cutoffs. With each pump of his cock, I thought it was over but the more pumps, more fuck juice came. Then he was finally done. He would flex every now and then, pumping out more juice as his frantic breathing returned to normal. Finally he pulled out. I spit repeatedly and leaned back on my haunches looking up at the cop with mad hate. The cop spoke, ‘You did good trucker, some day you’ll learn to swallow that juice. I’ll fuck you again, I’ll teach you.’ I thought, ‘Oh no you won’t, mother fucker.’ The cop collected his shirt, tucked away his well used fuck shaft and left me kneeling there, feeling sick and angry. I tried to believe it never happened but the evidence was only too real on my chest. The taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth. The overwhelming smell of sweat and fuck juice. The memory of a hard cock using my mouth like it would use a pussy. It all stuck with me. Because I was through town every night at the same time, the cop did stop me again that Thursday and he fucked me again. As the weeks went on, every Monday and Thursday I would hear his voice on the CB, ‘Time for your inspection trucker!’ And I’d obediently drive to that same lot. The cop did teach me to swallow and after a couple of weeks he started sucking my juice out of me. I got to know him well. He had started fucking with guys in the army. Tried to go straight once he got out of the army, he married and had kids, but that didn’t change a fucking thing. When he joined the police force, things went real smooth until the night he pulled me over. All he wanted was to run his hand over my chest, but his cock meat had ideas of his own that took over. After about 8 months, he transferred to Harrisburg, PA, and damn, I sure miss him. MR Syracuse, NY.

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