I turned on the radio to see what the weather report was going to be like, besides hot, and then listened to some music to help make the drive home better. The traffic was ridiculous as always when the station broke in to report an accident up ahead that had all traffic backed up for ten miles. I was still far enough behind the backed up traffic to avoid it altogether. I took a detour down another road and through the country so I could at least get home with the minimal time delay. It wasn't the best of roads to travel on, not one that I would want to use every day. In fact, it wasn't even paved and I wondered if there was even any civilization down this road. I couldn't find any speed limit sign, so what the hell was I to do?

I hadn't gone far when a pair of cherry red and blue lights could be seen in my rear view mirror. This really wasn't my day after all, but maybe the guy would be a real woofy bear to feast my eyes on. The police car came up behind me and the officer got out. Yep! I thought, a real bear. Maybe he'd have to frisk me or something. He slowly walked up to the car and I rolled down my window.

"Evening, Sir. This is a public road, so, could you please pull up to the next road on the right about a quarter of a mile so we don't block any traffic?"

"Yes, Sir. Sorry. I didn't know where to stop."

"No problem. Just up the road a bit on the right, please. Thank you."

Well, not too bad so far, but traffic on this podunk, country hick road? The most traffic it probably got was a raccoon looking for some action Saturday night. Where's mine? I started the motor back up and went down the road a quarter mile to where the police officer indicated and there it was. Hope this makes him happy. I wouldn't want to create a traffic jam! Come to think of it, kinda nice and secluded, too. The police officer sat there in his car for a few minutes, probably calling home to mama that he had a real live one and might be late for vittles or something. How I'd like to eat his vittles in those pants of his. The car door soon opened and he came forward to my window as I rolled it down a second time to get a better look at this bear. Smoky Bear, I thought. Yum, yum.

"Good evening, Sir. License and registration, please." Mmmmm. The musky smell of his body was so stimulating to me as he got close to speak with me. I'd do anything he said to in a heartbeat. I handed him both even though he didn't look me in the face, but I sure looked at him. He wore the standard smoky bear hat and mirror sunglasses, but was still a nice hairy, grizzly bear well over six feet tall. He had a carpet of fur all over his arms and hands and a huge tuft was poking out the top of his T-shirt. His chest was real barrel-shaped, not to mention his nice butt to fill out the back of his pants. Was that a nipple ring inside his shirt? Couldn’t be! He did have a beard, but it was short for the job and still very thick which gave him a mostly bearish look, especially out here in the country. His meat package must have been as good, too. Every square inch of his uniform was tight as hell and the bulge in his pants was far from being covered up. I couldn't stand it any longer so I reached down between my legs and scratched my dick and balls to satisfy them. Didn't know if he saw me, but then I didn't care either. Was there a law against this, too? After writing down some stuff, he turned to me and said, "Mr. Smith, could you please step out of your truck for a moment?"

"You say what?"

"We've been having problems recently with stolen guns and I need to search your vehicle with your consent of course. All cars stopped in this county for the next thirty days have been ordered by the country magistrate to be searched with your consent, and if you do not give consent, then I am authorized to detain you until the court order arrives which might take another two hours."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Out of the vehicle, Mr. Smith. I have reason to believe that you might be concealing a deadly weapon."

"I am not--"

The door of my truck was quickly pulled open and a big, strong hand grabbed me by the shirt collar and another pulled my right arm behind my back. He forcefully pulled me out of the truck and dragged my fat ass behind the vehicle. The tailgate was lowered and I found myself bent over and eating the tailgate in the hot sun. Too bad I wasn't eating his juicy meat package. "Don't move, Mr. Smith, or I'll have to run you in real good like!" and in my mind I could see the smile on his face, too. His hands were searching my body for a concealed weapon of which the only one was the hot pistol in my underwear. He grabbed my big titts real good, almost caressing them as he lingered there for a while, feeling them for all they were worth, then he reached around my tummy and rubbed it good, too. I even felt his finger go into my belly button to check it out as well. Nothing there! Finally he came to my pants.

"You need to drop your pants, Sir, so I can do a BCS."

"A what?"

"Shut up, bitch. You've tried my patience long enough." My pants were violently pulled down to my knees unexpectedly and ripped enough that I'd have to throw them away, then he put his hands on my fat ass. "Spread 'em, boy!"

"I can't. You got a hold of my arm, officer!"

"You stand real still now." I could hear him getting a pair of handcuffs out of his utility belt and opening them up. Cold steel was felt on my right wrist as he dragged my arm to the side of the truck and handcuffed me to the tailgate hinge, then another one was out to cuff my other arm to the left side of the tailgate. Boy was I in for a good going over.

"You ain't going anywhere now, Sir!" I still had my shorts on when he resumed his search. I always wear boxer shorts because of my meat package being so big and needing the room to stretch when it got hard. He rubbed his paws all over my ass and crotch when all of a sudden my throbbing cock plopped out the fly of my boxers as he searched the front compartment of my shorts. "What's this? A pistol already to be fired. We better take care of it." He pulled my shorts down to my knees and I felt his hands between my cheeks, only they were nice and slow, taking their time as I enjoyed every minute of it. His middle finger was on my sphincter muscle and I automatically cinched down real tight to the probe. "What do we have in there, Sir? I guess I had better find out!" Zippppppp! Ahhhh! I heard the fly of his pants being unzipped and I couldn't see his fat mammoth gun getting ready for me. Fuck! I felt one hand on my ass spreading my cheeks, then a hot, steel rod enter my ass real slow at first, then lunging up my body like lightning!

Ahhhh! I moaned out loud.

"Ooooo! My prisoner likes it. Maybe he wants me to search him some more." He put his hands on my shoulders as he bent over me, rubbing his paws on my body that excited the hell out of me. Another thrust of his body and I felt his hard shaft penetrating my body again, pressing ever so hard against my prostate and bladder. The pressure was so great that I pissed all over the ground under the tailgate.

"That's littering, boy. I'm gunna have to give it to ya!" And he did. I soon heard the unbuttoning of his shirt and saw it fly to the side of the truck. Oh, fuck! Now he was bare chested and I couldn't see and touch it either. How much torture could a guy take? He bent over me again, rubbing his paws all over my back, tummy, and grabbing my titts real good and pinching them the way I liked it. Then he put both of his bearish arms around me so I could feel the his chest hair on my back. Ahhhh as I let out another moan of delight! He'd been fucking my ass real good when he bear hugged me, and shoved his hot cock even further up my ass than the last time when I finally felt his creamy-white jism shoot up my orifice.

"More, baby," I begged from him.

"You better fucking believe it, mister. We ain't done yet 'cause we gotta take care of you littering the ground." He reached in front and grabbed hold of my crotch to let out a yell of satisfaction. "Wooo doggy! Looks like we have a real live one here! I knew you had a concealed weapon of some kind. Eyes front, Sir!" as I tried to turn around to look at him. His big hands grabbed hold of my pistol real tight and pulled the trigger ever so slowly, but first he needed to cock the trigger. One hand went for my left ball as he kept a tight grip on my gun. He squeezed it so tight that I let out a gasp of pain. "Oh, did we load it real good? I better check it again. I wouldn't want it to misfire, 'cause then we'd have to start all over again, and I'm gonna be late for supper!" Oh, no. We wouldn't want that to happen, I thought, but it would be fine by me! He pulled on my nuts again, stretching my sack as far as it could be pulled. Again and again he pulled my nuts and sack so hard that they must be laying on the ground by now and be charged with littering again! "OK. We got the gun ready now. Now lets shoot it!" He pulled on my throbbing shaft till it hurt so good, back and forth, back and forth, then he massaged the head of my dick where it was the most sensitive. "Nice muzzle, Sir. It's a big one!"

"Wait till you hear it go off."

"You be careful. Firing a gun out here in the country could be dangerous, you know."

"Uh-huh," I agreed. He was still rubbing the head of my dick when I shot my white bullet of cum in his hands all over his uniform and the ground as well. Oh, fuck!

"You in a heap a trouble now, boy. You gonna get it real good for sure this time." He stepped away from me and I heard the police officer removing his pants and shorts, but his boots stayed on. Now he was stark-ass naked and my eyes were being so deprived through this entire ordeal. Oh, how I loved a naked guy with nothing on but a pair of boots - and a hard on! When would I get a break and have some fun with him? "Here, boy. Lick my pants clean, or you gonna get it some more. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered as he laid them on the tailgate in front of me to lick. I wasn't that much into licking cum off of clothes, but with him I could make an exception. I licked slowly, but soon changed pace to eagerly lick then as the smell of his musky body odor was on them as well. Mmmmm. They smelled so good with his sweat on the crotch. I licked some more and slurped my tongue all over it. "Good boy! There's hope for you yet."

He crawled under the truck to where I had pissed and came and all I heard was him licking the ground to taste my cum and piss. Well, I guess to each his own. Suddenly, I felt a hot savage mouth on my groin as it devoured my hard throbbing dick. My cock was still ever so hard and big as he deep throated it in one big gulp. Boy was he ever rough on me. He pumped my steel shaft back and forth in his mouth, using his teeth to bite down at the same time. Fuck did it hurt!

“Argh!”

“We ain't done yet," he said with my cock still in his mouth. He continued to suck and bite my prick till I let out another load of white bullets to fill his stomach. "Oh! You are definitely paying for your littering the ground. Maybe I won't have to take you to see the magistrate after all."

He crawled out from under the truck and my groin and stood behind me. "You hold real still now, and we'll see about getting you out of here, but first we got to frisk you some more." I felt the handcuffs being removed from both arms and I finally got to turn around and see the bear cop who was ravishing my body. Oh! Was he ever a delight to my eyes, and my aching balls as well. He had a muscular body with huge titts that begged to be sucked on. The fur on his chest was one massive carpet. He took me in his arms and bear hugged me again as I returned the favor and caressed him in my arms. I could feel his fur coat rubbing my belly and it felt so good! Our cocks were rubbing together and a smile appeared on his face. "Take it, Mr. Smith. That's an order." I obeyed with no questions asked or hesitation as I got down on my knees and engulfed his fat cock. It was huge and matched his body. His cock was seven inches long and two inches wide, not to mention a large bulbous head that was dripping pre-cum all over the place. I swallowed it as far as I could, but the size wouldn't let me and I gagged on it. He reached down and patted me on the head and shoulders as I enveloped it again slowly this time to enjoy the thickness and musky smell of his groin. Mmmmm. "My prisoner does real good. Maybe I'll see you again here on this road." I rammed his cock some more down my throat as I reached up to grab his grapefruit-sized nuts. Boy, were they ever huge. Everything was huge with this guy. I wondered how big his load would be when suddenly he erupted in my mouth and all over my chest. He grabbed my head to keep it near his groin as he let the last of his bullets load my mouth for pleasure. He used both hands now to hold my face buried deep in his belly and cock still in my mouth so I couldn’t get away. He adjusted his stance and inched near me a little more when a load of piss came pouring down my throat. It was heaven for me. I slurped it down as best I could and he just rubbed my face all that much more in his burly belly. Some did spill onto my chest and he got down on his knees and licked my chest clean of every drop of cum and piss. Guess it was his turn on as well. This guy sure was a licker!

He pulled me to my feet and then got down on his knees to suck my cock again. He deep throated my cock in one swift motion and pulled on my nuts again. They were already stretched, but boy did it ever feel so good. His hands were on my hips, feeling my girth and massaging my thick thighs and cheeks, too. "Mmmmm," was all he said as I let loose another round of creamy-white bullets in his mouth. Not a drop was wasted as he licked my entire groin clean and even looked around on the ground again to make sure he didn't leave anything.

He stood up and looked me in the eyes. "I think your concealed weapon is authorized in this case, Mr. Smith. I won't have to take you in after all, but I suggest you keep it unloaded and ready for when you really need it. I'm always on patrol here, so if you ever need any help, you just holler. OK?"

"Yes, Sir. I will."

"You're free to go now. You be careful. Ya hear?"