The Shoplifter

It was all I could do just to keep it together. Eyes closed and hands shaking I took a deep ragged breath, sure the end of the world or worse was coming. Me, Gary Hanson, twenty year old college baseball star pitcher, homecoming king and all round good guy was a complete and total wreck. I was sure in the next few hours my life would be at the very least completely destroyed, if I even lived through the coming ordeal.

I don’t even know what came over me to make my way out to the little down market convenience store on the edge of town that late September night. I had been feeling more and more restless, unsettled so I decided to headed out that way. I also knew it was the only place in town that I could possibly get what I needed without any chance of everyone finding out. I spent probably close to half an hour looking over snacks and sundries under the weird glowing blue of the fluorescent lighting. All the the while sneaking glances towards the rack along the back wall where my goal sat. Yet in the end I was too nervous to make the purchase.

Finally, it looked like the ancient guy behind the counter wasn’t paying attention so I made my move. I quickly grabbed the magazine I was after and slid it under my jacket. Only to have him catch me as I tried to leave. With few words he simply pointed at the sign on the wall behind the register, shoplifters will be prosecuted. Being the well trained good young man that I was I never even thought of making a run for it. Since he appeared close to eighty, it’s not like he could have caught me but still I stayed as he called the sheriff.

So a few minutes later with the police on the way, I was sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the messy back room waiting. Every possible nightmare scenario was running through my mind like wildfire. I would lose my college scholarship, lose all my friends, get kicked out of school and my father… hell, the old bastard would kill me. He was an angry fuck in the best of moods. I would be nothing but a blood stain on the carpet by the time he got through with me. Hell, not even Sherlock Holmes would be able to solve the case and find my body.

Getting caught shoplifting was one thing, probably overlooked or easily fixed with a lecture and a small fine. Since I was only twenty everyone might have even been a bit understanding of my lifting a beer or bottle of Jack. Pretty much every single one of the baseball players from the college had their minor transgressions overlooked. Things like a speeding, streaking or little underage drinking were swept under the rug. Or written off as youthful exuberance. Except for me. I was the golden boy who never broke a rule or had a breath of scandal touch him. This though, this was different.

How do you explain getting caught trying to lift gay porn? I should have considered trying to play it off as I grabbed the wrong magazine or as a joke but I froze. My reaction was all but an admission of guilt to not only trying to steal but of being gay. Which to my father was probably far worse than murder. He was banking on my career in sports to pay for his retirement and massage his own ego. I offered to pay for the magazine and more, a lot more on installments but the old guy who ran the store said that wouldn’t be right.

So I waited nervously for my father to show up and disown me on the spot. Except it wasn’t him that walked in and said it was time to go. It was Deputy Anderson. Stern, cold, distant Deputy Anderson. The man who never smiled or said more than three words at a time. The stunningly gorgeous walking wet dream who also happened to fuel half of my jack-off fantasies.

The man was six feet of muscle in a uniform, with military short hair and a neatly cropped beard. Though I had to secretly admit being handcuffed by him could have been fun under the right circumstances, these were anything but. He and I were acquainted with each other since he coached sports part time at school but I always kept my distance due to two things, one was my inability to form complete sentences around him. The other was my tendency to get a hard whenever I was within ten feet of him.

The first time I saw him at school, I was so in awe of him I could barely speak. He was in a tank top that showed off those wide shoulders, ripped arms and a pair of tight workout pants. Seeing him move in that outfit made my dick leap to attention more than once so I did everything in my power to stay far away from him.

“Come on Gary. It’s time to go.” Anderson said in his deep baritone before turning around and walking back out front.

Rising from the chair, I shuffled out front where I saw him and the old guy whispering quietly before the old guy said “Thanks Clark” before saying good night to me. The air outside was chilly and still. The only sounds the occasional car on the highway and the buzz from the neon light from the store sign. Relieved there was no one to witness my humiliation, I waited quietly for instructions with my hands in my pockets.

“Okay, hands on the car and spread your legs for the pat down.” Was all he said. A tiny shiver went through me at the thought of his hands on me, feeling me. And just like that my dick woke up. Leaning against the squad car as instructed I closed my eyes and waited. I could feel his heat in the cool night air as his hands gently moved from my shoulders down my back. At the first touch of his hands my cock had woken up. Then as they lingered for just a moment on my ass, I clenched my teeth and prayed to heaven above for my cock not to get even harder. Then his hands came around to move down my front and he brushed once, then twice against my hardening cock. Just that mere touch sent my heart into overdrive. After moving down each leg to finish the pat down, he proceeded to handcuff me and put me into the back of his squad car.

“Sir, do you know what’s going to happen to me? I asked as respectfully as I could. My mind was going a thousand miles a minute switching between fear and an odd sense of excitement. Sitting handcuffed in the back of his police cruiser I could smell his aftershave, something spicy, male and a bit musky. After a minute of silence I tried again but Deputy Anderson completely ignored me. I thought about asking again but didn’t want to annoy him.

After a short ride to the tiny police station on the outskirts of the city, I was taken into the small police station. I guessed that since it was so late, it was just Deputy Anderson on duty. Which was a mixed blessing since while no one else would be there to see my life crash before their very eyes, being alone with him would play havoc on my mind and dick. I was already more than a little aroused just from being so close to him on the ride to the station.

He led me back to a small room with only a desk, chair and a wall with two circles painted on it about six feet off the ground and a couple on the floor about three feet apart. I started to dread what was coming. Oh fuck, no please no.. not this. Anything but this. Locking the door behind him, he stood arms akimbo with his dark gaze locked on me.

“Strip and put your hands in the circles. Body cavity check.” Deputy Anderson said, his face completely expressionless.

Jesus fuck, naked with his hands on me and in me. Fuck fuck fuck this was not going to end well, I had no fucking words for what kind of torture this would be. My dick was already starting to like this idea a little too much.

“NOW GARY!” he said softly with more than a hint of steel.

As fast I could, I stripped off my clothes and folded them neatly on the chair. I either kept my eyes closed as much as I could or looked anywhere but at him. The pattern on the ancient linoleum was suddenly fascinating. Despite all my attempts at looking anyone but him and trying to do quadratic equations in my head my dick was more than half hard already.

Facing the wall, I stood with my feet spread and leaned forward a bit to place my hands into the circle. I closed my eyes, teeth clenching at the thought of my ass exposed to his gaze. My ass clenched just a bit as well, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or anticipation. Behind me, I could hear the soft sounds of him preparing and then the distinctive snap of a latex glove and the squish of vaseline. Something about those sounds was incredibly arousing, bringing my erection to full tilt.

I could feel his powerful presence right behind me even before Deputy Anderson’s gloved hand slowly stroked my ass crack. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body at the contact and my dick started twitched with happiness. Then his finger touched my hole and it was like electricity shot through my body making me jerk ever so slightly. My cock, now beyond completely hard, started to to bounce in anticipation of something, anything going in my ass.

While I was not a virgin, I had topped a few times but had never been fucked. Well, not by a person though I absently wondered if a cucumber counted. Honestly, it had long been a fantasy to have some macho top take control. It would have been a break from having to always be the strong jock type. Now, my darkest desire was playing out here with one of my fantasy men and… oh fuck, his finger was pushing its way into my hole. It took all my concentration not to push back against him. Or beg him to fuck me.

His finger stretched out my ass as it made it’s way deeper inside me. Then in and out in little fucking motions. Unconsciously, my ass started to suck and squeeze the finger that was penetrating me. Another random thought popped into my head, although I had never had a body cavity search before I was pretty sure this wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. But I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

I could hear the deputy’s heavy breathing as he pulled out for a second. Then a brief seconds of burn as a second finger joined the first stretching me out even farther. After those first few seconds of discomfort, there was on a dark sensuous pleasure. This time I couldn’t stop the soft moan that came out.

“Jesus, Gary.” he muttered softly “You feel so fucking good.”

Then he pushed both fingers in deeper inside me, causing me to shudder violently with rapturous joy. That was barely a blip on my radar though since his next thrust hit my prostate. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the shock of indescribable joy that shot through my body. My cock, already harder than it had ever been in my life, was close to shooting.

This time I couldn’t help it, I started to push back against his fingers with a load moan. Fucking myself on his fingers as hard as I could with my ass clenching in hunger, I had never been so turned on in my life. Then his fingers pulled out as I heard him move closer behind me. I started to turn around but he stopped me with a growl.

“Eyes forward. Hands on the wall.” his voice low and needy right next to my ear. The rough fabric of his shirt rubbed against my back and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. Then I felt the head of his cock at my ass.

Even after his fingers had loosened my up, they hardly prepared me for the size of his dick. A sharp pain spasmed through me as he breached my hole with his rock hard cock. I yelped in pain and my breath caught, then two seconds later he was balls deep in my ass. He stilled for a minute as I tried to catch my breath. One of his hands came around to tweak one of my nipples, momentarily taking my mind away from the fire in my ass.

Deputy Anderson rested his chin next to my ear, rubbing his short beard against me almost affectionately. “Gary, I have to move.” he said raggedly. Then he slowly started to pull his dick out until just the head was inside. With gentle thrusts he fucked me and just like fog vanishing in the morning light any lingering discomfort turned into pleasure.

With the warm glow in my ass now nothing but pleasure, I started to push back against him. I wanted more than this gentle thrusting, I wanted, needed to be fucked and fucked hard.

“Harder Sir. I need you to fuck me harder.” I groaned out. Trying to push back against him while keeping my hands on the walls was not easy.

Without a word, he started thrusting harder and deeper. My jaw was slack as he almost fucked me into the wall. His breath hot and heavy on my neck, he hammered away at my prostate. With each jab at my joy button, bolts of fiery pleasure shot through my body. It was heaven.

Even without touching myself, I was already close to shooting. Then he tweaked one of my nipples and I lost control. An orgasm like I could never even have imagined rocked my body. Rope after rope of creamy jizz shot out of my cock and hit the wall. My ass spasmed around his cock each time I shot, sending him over the edge to his own orgasm. With one final thrust, Deputy Anderson gave one brutal thrust against me and with a feral groan filled my ass with his own cum.

He continued to hump his load into me, there was so much cum I could feel it run down my legs. Finally, he pulled out. It was a strange empty sensation with only a few streams of his cum still leaking out of my ass. I silently stayed in position though with my hands on the wall while he moved around behind me.

“Lets get cleaned up.” He said. I nervously turned around. Deputy Anderson stood there looking hot and disheveled with shirt a mess and his sticky cock still hanging out of partially buttoned pants. Indicating I should follow, I softly padded along after him. Around the corner and down the short hallway was a tiny locker room with a shower at the end.

Standing in the locker room, I waited, unsure. After he turned on the shower, he started to undress and I watched him with hungry eyes. With nothing more than a raised questioning eyebrow he let me know I what I should be doing. I quickly moved over to help him undress, stroking his chest as his shirt came off. While I was in great shape it was nothing compared to him. I was in awe of his solid musculature and the wisps of hair around his nipples. Once his shirt was off and his glorious chest in full view, I leaned in to taste him.

Though the musky scent of his skin was wonderful, the salty tang of his skin rolled over my taste buds making me suck and lick his nipple. I could have spent a day doing nothing but exploring him with my tongue but I needed to finish undressing him first. Kneeling before him to help him remove his shoes and socks before sliding his trousers and underwear down. My cock started to harden since I was eye level with his less than soft dick.

Stepping out of pile of clothes and into the shower, he pulled me in after him. Under the warm spray, I took the shower gel and started to wash him. Being able to run my hands over him was dream come true. As he leaned back against the tile wall, my hands slowly made their way down to his cock and balls. Ever so gently I washed and cleaned him, and his dick started to grow harder under my attention.

After letting the spray rinse most of the suds off his cock, I went down on my knees to lightly lick and suck at the head of his cock. My hands went around to grab his ass as I sucked his entire length down before he was fully erect. I could feel his hardness grow in my throat as his hands came around to grasp my head. Looking up into his eyes, I could see the heat and hunger there so I did my best to keep deep throating him.

With a thrust and his hands holding my head firm, Deputy Anderson started to fuck my face. Even gagging, choking and gasping for breath every couple of thrusts I still loved it. The feeling of his cock in my throat and knowing he was using me for his pleasure excited me. My cock was now fully hard again. After a couple of minutes with his cock growing even larger, he pulled out before hauling me up.

Spinning me around, he pushed me against the tile wall. I felt his hands, slick with shower gel, run over my shoulders and back before reaching my ass. His fingers gently massaged and fucked my hole, paying special attention to my prostate. Within a minute or two, my ass was clamping down on his fingers with desire.

“You gonna let me fuck you again? Turn you into my cum bucket?” He hissed.

“Yes Sir. Please fuck me Sir.” I answered trying to push back against him for me.

Deputy Anderson’s arms came around me, holding me tightly as his dick slowly made it’s way inside my hungry ass. Unlike the frenzied animal fuck a few minutes ago, this was softer, more intimate. Slow thrusts in and out, over and over as he gently made love to me. His arms around me firm and his hands stroked my chest then moved to tease my cock.

A couple minutes or an hour later, his thrusts became more urgent.

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you a few years ago while coaching and now you’re mine.” his voice rough in my ear. “Your ass belongs to me.”

“I’m yours, please make me yours.” I answered.

“Cum for me Gary” his voice urgent and his hand jacking me off.

His hand wrapped around my cock and his dick buried deep within me I came again. With the spasming in my ass, Deputy Anderson let out rough groan as he filled me again, with spurt after spurt of his essence.

I could have stayed in his arms like that longer but the water was starting to run cold. We quickly finished rinsing off before finishing drying and getting dressed in silence. I was suddenly nervous, unsure. Was I still under arrest? Would he still be interested in seeing me after tonight? I would have done almost anything to keep seeing him.

There was so much I wanted to ask him about well, everything but didn’t know how to start. I did know I had to say something though since my old man would still be more than willing to hide my body if he ever found out what I had done.

“Deputy Anderson, um, Sir.” I stammered. “Am I still under arrest? I’m really sorry about trying to steal the magazine but didn’t want my father to…” Realizing I was babbling I blushed and stared back that fascinating pattern in the linoleum flooring.

He stepped into my space and lifted my chin to look directly into those dark eyes of his. God, even up close this man was beautiful, his blue eyes so dark they were almost black.

“Gary, you are not under arrest. It’s all good. Dave at the liquor store understands since I once tried to do the same thing.” he said with the faintest smile. With that admission he leaned in for a kiss.

Our mouths met and the spark of electricity was tangible. His tongue entered my mouth, dueling with my own in an erotic dance. Our arms went around each other to hold each other was we kissed both gentle and feverishly. After a minute we broke the kiss but our embrace remained.

“We can’t make out all night so let's get you back to your car.” Deputy Anderson

“Do you think maybe we can see each other again Deputy Anderson?” I asked almost shyly.

“It’s Clark and yes, but we should probably save future strip searches for my house.” Clark said with a smile in his voice as he led the way to the exit.

“I can’t wait.” I answered, looking forward to another round of strip search or any other game he could come up with.