IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN…I GOT BUSTED

I WAS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AND FACED TRIAL

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By Kevin McLean

It was bound to happen again…I almost lived in the fucking restrooms…fucking and sucking. The risks worried me but somehow I thought of myself as invincible, no, it could never happen to me again. But it did. I had been busted once before by a cop who fucked me and was very abusive. He used a condom but forgot about it in the mayhem that followed my being taken into custody. That was all I needed to get off because when I told my lawyer, he immediately suggested we run a DNA test and bring it with us to the trial. We did and the cop was thrown into a tailspin of confusion and humiliation. The judge dismissed the case when the cop refused to submit to a DNA test. And yet, I went back to having anonymous sex in public restrooms within months of that incident.

In the very remote and lonely third floor tea room at the University, it was an easy pick for anybody to go in there and get a blow job. There were glory holes and unless you went in there to have sex, no student or members of the faculty ever used the restroom.

It was a Friday afternoon and I had just passed a very difficult exam. I was horny as shit and thought I would make the rounds: The tea room in the Student Union, the Library and then the third floor one. I went in there and there was a guy in the next stall. I lowered my pants, wiped the toilet and sat…pretending to ignore him.

I didn’t even look through the glory hole because I didn’t know if the guy was trouble or straight. So I just remained still for a while. Then I hear sounds coming from the stall…it was like the sounds of rubbing wet rubber. ..then a sound coming from the guy: “uhm, uhm”. I had to look. I could see he was leaning back with his head tilted backwards and I could detect a movement from his right hand. He was jerking off.

I got closer to the glory hole and was able to see his face: mid to late thirties, good looking as hell and a great body…his red plaid shirt open to reveal a hairy muscular torso…he had a goatee and a moustache…from my impression; I assumed he was Latino.

I kept looking and I noticed that he lowered his head and saw me looking at him…he then raised his whole body to thrust his genitals upwards to allow me a better view. Next thing he did was to get up and get closer to the glory hole and actually put his dick through it for me to suck.

He was clearly enjoying the blow job I was giving him. His cock was not exactly large…it was uncut and about six inches…but it was the sounds coming from him…the audio he was providing that had me all hot and bothered…

Then at one point the dude said: “you like sucking that cock don’t you faggot? I wonder what would happen if a cop walked in on us right now” But I kept on sucking and he was panting and moaning. He then said something again: “This is so risky, so dangerous, what we would do if a cop came in, what would you do if I was a cop?” That kind of got me alarmed…what if he was a cop?

But before I could mull over the question the guy started to shoot his wad and filled my mouth with his man juice. He finished, pulled up his pants, then went to the sink and washed his hands. He took out a cell phone and called somebody…I could not make out what he said but within minutes there were three cops in the bathroom and they ordered me to come out of the stall. I was handcuffed and carried to the police station where charges were made for having sex in public places and lewd and lascivious behavior.

Mind you, it was the guy who was the undercover policeman who originated the sex episode…but in this case it was his word against mine and that was that.

Now I am sitting in jail and it was Friday afternoon. There was nobody I could call…Bonita was on her way to Disney World, I could not call my brother…that would have been worse than suicide…so I had to wait it out…I actually had to spend the weekend in bed until Monday when a judge would set bail ($2,500) and fortunately I had enough money in the bank to cover it. But I still spent the weekend in jail…that was more than interesting and following I will tell you why.

When I got thrown in the can I didn’t have any remorse…I wasn’t ashamed or feeling any kind of guilt…after all it was the cop who initiated it. I should have known better…the guy was too old to be a student and he was not dressed like he would belong to the faculty…as a matter of fact, he was dressed like the construction dude in The Village People without the hard hat…that should have set off the alarm.

But it was to be his word against mine and that was that. The only thing that worried me was that now I would have a record and that makes it very difficult for me to become a doctor.

When I got to the jail cell there were two other guys there. One was young, about 18 years old and the other in his mid thirties. Both were good looking…or put another way: I wouldn’t have thrown either one out of bed. The young dude was picked up for prostitution…yes, he was a male hustler. The other one was there on drug charges. Both seemed harmless to me and if I just kept to myself I should have no trouble from them…besides, they were both smaller than and not as strong as me.

Then the Saturday evening came to an end and with it the police brought in two more cats. One was a young white dude picked up for sale and possession and the other was a humongous black man in his mid-thirties that had to be at least 6’6” and who weighed 280 pounds or more…but it was all muscle…and the son of a bitch was not bad looking either. He had been arrested and accused of being a pimp in a prostitution ring.

Let me make one thing perfectly clear: all the guys in the cell with me were very desirable and I would not minded a sexual episode with any of them; as a matter of fact, I secretly wished that something would happen and we could all end up having one wild, sex session.

Friday night nothing happened although I thought I heard one of the two guys jerking off. Then Saturday morning we were herded out into the courtyard for one hour outdoors for some fresh air and exercise. There we were mixing with more hardened criminals but under the watchful eye of prison guards. The more seasoned criminals were all in their twenties and thirties and wore no shirts. They sported tats and magnificent bodies; after all, when you have all day with nothing to do you do sit ups and push-ups until you drop.

The day continued without incident and we got our meal…it was awful…you think hospital food is bad? This shit on a shingle was an abomination. But I was hungry and I just ate it. Then the evening brought in the other cell mates.

The tension was mounting at this point because all of a sudden there was a need to delineate territory and establish the pecking order, to proclaim the Alpha male as king of our little group. First there was a minor scuffle between the male hooker and the druggie. Then the black man whose name was Turbo intervened and forcefully shoved them on to their bunks. Turbo had been in prison before, so this was a picnic for him.

However, Turbo had one major hang up…he thought of himself as straight and would only have sex if he was able to force it on you…that was his style and he was downright brutal.

I have to tell you that I am very much into consensual sex. I don’t mind if my top is assertive and if he uses some kind of mild persuasion to make me do the things he wants. I don’t even mind it if they use excessive profanity or if they attempt at humiliating me. At the end of the day, I realize that what they are trying to do is get validation for their homosexual behavior and as long as they believe they are in charge and they are somehow superior then it is acceptable to use you as a cum dump. But to me it is quite clear that at the end of the day; once a guy sticks his dick in my mouth or into my asshole then he is just as gay as I am.

Turbo waited until the guards went to sleep…even though there are cameras, he knew that whoever was monitoring them couldn’t give a shit what was happening inside the cell area. So Turbo announced: “Ok you mother fuckers, it’s party time”

Turbo: “Line up you worthless white pussies and drop to your knees, you are going to suck on my big black cock tonight”

All of them refused of course, not realizing what was in store for them; but one by one they got pulled out of their bunk by Turbo and forcefully brought to their knees. When I saw this, I too got out of my bunk and just stood there, being the last, I waited for Turbo to force me to my knees.

One by one had no choice but to suck the black man’s dick. It was huge and they had trouble getting it into their mouths…evidently, not one of them was a cock sucker. But I knew for sure that they were all vulnerable and the hooker in particular was familiar if not a veteran at being a top with other males…for pay, of course.

But when it was my turn, Turbo didn’t even have to force me to my knees…I just dropped to the floor and got that big cock of his in my mouth.

Turbo: “what do we have here? Hey guys, learn from this guy, he is a natural cock sucker”

But Turbo wasn’t satisfied with me sucking his cock…it was too easy…I was much too willing…he wanted to humiliate, to show his dominance; so he said: “so, you can suck cock, now let’s see if you can take daddy’s cock up your ass” And in one brisk and violent move, picked me up from the floor, got both my hands behind my back and he was strong enough to hold both of them with his left while his right hand pulled down my prison uniform.

The others just watched in horror and I wasn’t too thrilled that I was going to get dry fucked by a ten inch dick without any priming, or getting turned on first. Yet Turbo was relentless; he pushed me against the wall and now began to press his hard dick into my ass crack…penetration had not occurred yet but he was downright insulting…attempting to humiliate me. “You mother fucking fag, you are going to learn what a real man feels like and you are going to be my bitch”

As he said this he made one thrust and the penis penetrated almost all the way in. The pain that ensued was unbearable, it was sharp and brought tears to my eyes, not so much from the pain but from the fact that this mother fucker was making me do things I was not willing to do.

The sight of this huge man fucking me was more than the other cell mates could bear; one by one they began to take turns at each other and while Turbo was having the fuck of his life with me a lot was going on around us.

The hustler grabbed the druggie and began to kiss him, now without clothes while the guy who had been picked up for possession and sales watched from behind the bars with a big hard on that was being jerked. There were a total of five cells but all had the doors open and we had access to all of them; after all, there was no place we could go from there. So the guys were now all turned on, and groping each other, yet unwilling to suck or fuck each other. That is until the older fellow forced the hustler to take it up the ass and I think he was more than happy to get fucked judging by the expression of pleasure in his face and his encouragement to his assailant.

Turbo: “You are something else, you like being my bitch, don’t you faggot?” he kept repeating that and “You like daddy’s big black cock in your ass, don’t you?”

By now his intruder big cock was providing me with just enough pleasure that I had actually started to enjoy it and one thing followed another and my ass was doing these involuntary contractions.

Turbo: “Yeah, you like it, keep doing that, keep milking daddy’s big black cock and I am going to give you black babies, I’m gonna breed you bitch” And now he was pumping and thrusting all the way to his curly black pubic hairs, his balls bouncing against the underside of my balls..I could feel his breathing getting heavier as he bit my neck and let go of my hand, now he was holding my hips and just maneuvering my limp body as if I were a rag doll, a marionette pulled by strings of lust and pleasure.

Turbo: “Shit man, you keep that up and I’m gonna give you daddy’s cum…do you want it? Do you? Tell me you want it bitch”

Me: “Yeah, yeah daddy, give it to me, please, fuck my ass and give me your cum”

Turbo: “Ah, ah, ah, shit, fuck, fuck yeah, ah, ah, fuck, I’m cumming, ah, ah, fuuuuuuck, shit, shit, shit, shit, aaaaaaaaah”

Turbo not only filled my hole with lots of man juice but he finished ejaculating over my genitals and my ass and it was a sloppy mess…but I loved it.

I can only tell you that on Sunday the action got even hotter…all the cell mates had a turn at my ass while Turbo turned his attention to the hustler and you should have heard him moaning and wailing while Turbo was fucking him.

Monday came not too soon for me…I made bail and the hearing was set four months from that day. I was on pins and needles and I didn’t even tell Bonita what had happened.

Then I was passing through the lobby of my dorm and the news were on…I caught just a glimpse and I see the cop who had arrested me being arrested himself…I didn’t quite catch the rest but I went to my room and turned on the other news and sure enough, it seems that this cop was under surveillance by his department after some complaints were made that he was trying to blackmail males who had been arrested and were trying to keep the whole affair quiet and out of the news.

In essence, what happened next was fortuitous and at the same time it felt like divine justice. The cop got caught and there were taped conversations where he was demanding money for silence. Then they also followed him to a restroom and surprised him having sex with a young twink.

Suffice it to say that the charges against me were dropped; the arrest record was expunged miraculously without me even having to lift a finger. But I never had sex in a public restroom again.