“Fuck, it's the Sheriff!" I exclaim to Rick and Eric as I look out the peephole of our rental cabin to see who has just pulled into the gravel drive.

Have I mentioned that we are all naked? And that I just came in Eric’s mouth? And that all three of us have cum on our breath?

Rick grabs his clothes and retreats to the bedroom to put them on, while Eric and I dress in the living room. I have my shirt on and just manage to get my pants buttoned when we hear footsteps on the front porch and an authoritative knock on the door. Eric is still fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, but I’d better not keep the deputy waiting.

We know why he’s here. We’ve just been in a terrifying altercation on the freeway with a nasty driver who not only tried to run us off the road, but fired a shot at us. Still, I’m apprehensive as hell as I open the door. We could be in deep shit for what we did to trigger our antagonist. In this moment, I am poignantly aware that we are in Coolidge County, which has a bit of a backwards reputation, not least for its law enforcement officers.

The deputy turns out to be an Asian guy, decent-looking I suppose, though I’m too nervous to notice much. Still, somehow his ancestry calms my nerves a bit. He can’t be too bigoted. Right? Or am I being bigoted thinking that?

Deputy Choi asks which one of us is Eric. I indicate him, just as Rick emerges from the bedroom. At least we are fully dressed, but cops are trained to notice details, and the random scattering of shoes, socks and (oops) Rick’s underwear can’t have escaped his attention.

“We got a report from another driver about an incident on the highway. Your wife told me I could find you here.” Okay, that explains why the Sheriff found us so soon after we got here. Although I’d been driving, it was Eric’s car.

Eric describes the incident, starting from when our baddie started yelling at us and tried to run us off the road.

“What do you suppose led to him doing this?”

Sheepishly, Eric admits, “I think he didn’t like what he saw in the back seat.”

“What he reported to me was that he saw a lewd act.”

“Yeah, I guess he did.”

Matter-of-factly, the Deputy queried, “And were you properly buckled during the act?”

“Uh …” we all kind of mutter. Didn’t even think of that.

“Besides the seat belt law violation, you could be charged with public indecency, which in some states can be considered a sex crime. I’ve just got off the phone with the DA. She would really love to throw the book at this guy, who is already known to us. We found a warm, recently discharged handgun in his truck, missing one bullet. We could probably send him up for attempted murder … except that whatever you two were doing in the back seat would very much complicate things with a jury.

“Coolidge County has changed a lot in recent years, and the prosecutor thinks most jurors would vote to convict. But there’s still an element here that could deny her a unanimous verdict. Also, the lurid details might produce some nasty publicity, which could lead to those same elements demanding that you be prosecuted as well.

He continues. “So here’s how this plays out. I write up Mister Barnes here,” indicating me, “with a warning for a driving with unbelted passengers. The other driver withdraws his testimony from the public record so the DA isn’t forced to add the indecency charge against you, and he pleads to lesser charges. He’s already confessed to Reckless Driving and Felony Assault. He goes away for a while, and shapes up his behavior after he gets out because now he’s up against Three Strikes.”

“Wow, I’m so sorry,” gushes Eric. “This is all my fault.”

“Let me offer you boys some advice. I grew up in this county and I know how things are. I don’t think you need to hide your sexuality around here anymore - and I don’t. But I’d advise you not to step one toe, let alone one dick, over the line legally.”

We all agree to this.

Wait, does “and I don’t” mean this guy is gay or bi? And Out? Suddenly I realize he’s kinda hot. I try to stuff this thought back down, without complete success. Now I notice the outlines of his pecs under his beige shirt. And a nice bulge under his beige pants.

He stands up as it to leave, announcing it’s the end of a long shift and he is ready to head home. “I hope you don’t have too much trouble explaining this to your wife,” he says to Eric. “She doesn’t know about the indecency part, and road rage happens all the time, so maybe you’ll skate with her.”

“I’m sure she’s worried sick, but she won’t have a problem with what else we’re doing this weekend … well, except for the unbuckled part. It was her who arranged this trip for the three of us.”

“Well, don’t you have the modern marriage!” Choi exclaims, speaking more casually now. “And the two of you? Also married?”

“Recently divorced,” I reply.

“I’m married,” answers Rick.

“You telling your wife about this too?”

“Like Tori, she’ll be upset to hear about the road rage incident but she knows what we’re up to as well. She and I are both gay.”

“Are you and your wife gay too?” officer Choi inquires of Eric.

I chuckle, “Oh God, no.”

“Joe would say that,” Eric provokes. “He just banged Tori the other day. So he’s not gay either. But then again, he and Rick here are basically a gay couple now, at least sexually, so call him what you want.” I shrug agreeably, since this is all accurate.

“Well, I can kinda relate, being bi myself. But that is some damned advanced chemistry there, in which you boys have brewed up one complex polycule. How long have y’all managed to sustain this?”

“It’s just coming together now. Until a few weeks ago, none of us had ever had sex with another man.”

“Even more impressive, guys,” he pronounces, tipping his hat and moving towards the door.

“I really want to thank you for this, Officer Choi,” enthuses Eric. “We’re so grateful that we’re not getting in trouble here. Is there anything we can do to show our gratitude?” I would never have dared ask such a thing, but I certainly am thinking what I think Eric is thinking.

“Well, now … I never did ask what the lewd act was. And of course I’m asking this in an unofficial capacity, but … would you mind telling me what you two were up to in the back seat?”

“How about a demo?” Eric asked luridly, licking his lips.

“Well, I am off duty now …” He cracks a smile.

“You can do more than watch if you want,” Eric flirts even more audaciously, ever the instigator. “But would you be willing to leave your hat on?”

“Deal.”

Eric starts humming the instrumental intro to Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On,” prompting chuckles all around. To his credit, our deputy gamely starts dancing suggestively and carefully taking off his belt and holster, beginning a striptease.

Eric sings the first line, and Deputy Choi takes off his coat as instructed.

Then Eric takes the deputy’s shoes off, as in the song.

Next, he takes off his dress (pants), again as directed by the lyrics.

When the line comes up about standing on a chair, he drops his briefs and climbs up, waving his cop-cock around.

Now the singing stops as the three of us converge on him, together licking the deputy’s dong, then taking turns sucking it. As each of us takes his meat in our mouth, he gives couple of face-fucking thrusts, still dancing a bit even without music.

“Now, how about that demo?” he asks.

Eric directs him to the couch, sits next to him, leans over and starts sucking.

Rick and I look at each other, our eyes blazing with a “this is so hot” fire and start making out, fondling each other’s pricks.

Deputy Choi calls us over so he can suck on us both, all while still getting sucked by Eric.

“Hey Rick,” says Eric after a while, sounding hot and bothered, “I think I’m ready.”

Rick checks in, knowingly, “Are you sure?”

Eric nods, asking the deputy, “Ready to see a guy take one up the ass for the first time?”

“Oh, this I gotta see. Let me help warm you up.” Eric leans up against the couch and Deputy Choi kneels behind him, showing some serious expertise in priming Eric’s ass with his tongue, then one, then two fingers. Having disappeared for a moment to grab lube, Rick now returns and takes his turn eating Eric’s ass, finally applying slick gel to his manhood and to Eric’s manhole.

“I’m just going to kneel here in one spot and let you push back as you’re ready, okay buddy?”

Now it’s my turn to make out with the officer. He’s still wearing his big hat, and also his uniform shirt, which is so fucking hot.

It takes a minute, but the deputy and I watch Rick’s big rig slowly disappear into Eric’s tunnel. Eric lets out a a long, low “Hoooly fuuuuuuck,” clearly approving of this new pleasure pathway.

Deputy Choi requests the same treatment, so I get ready to lay down the Law, as it were. I squat behind him and eat his ass, then aim my arrow at his target and take the shot. I am reminded what a wonderful feeling it is to have a tight sphincter squeezing your pole as you pump, and the moans of both bottom boys remind me how wonderful it feels in reverse. Rick has managed to get higher up above Eric, finding an angle that rakes his prostate, causing him to moan and whine uncontrollably and ooze a stream of cum onto the floor. I don’t manage to pull off the same for my officer, but I do give him a good reacharound, very much enjoying the feel of his pistol in my grip.

Soon we are all cumming, Eric and Choi from manual and internal stimulation, and Rick and me from topping the two of them, shooting jizz-bullets into both their chambers.

“Just keep this kind of fun indoors,” Officer Friendly cautions after getting dressed, “and I hope you have a great fucking weekend here in our county.”

A weekend that is just getting started.