It was almost dark, just enough light to tell what's behind you and just enough dark to be alone on an empty highway. I noticed the sign for a rest area up ahead and I had to take a piss.
I noticed a single head light coming up on me, and as it got closer, I noticed it was a motorcycle cop, I quickly checked my speed, as we all do, cruise control set at 73.
I indicated my lane shift and took the exit for the rest area, not a car around, nor a truck either. The cop, though, did follow me onto the exit.
I parked my car and headed inside, I found the urinal and released my stream. It had been a couple hours since I last stopped and I drank a full coffee.
I hear the door open and the cop walks in, finds the urinal next to me, "where you headed tonight son?"
He was older than me, scruffy facial hair that was graying and deep green eyes.
"Oh just traveling through to Maine. Going back to visit some family." I reply. I'm not really a shy guy.
The cop turns and winks at me, I zip up my fly and head to the sink. I wash my hands and when I look up, he's standing behind me.
"How old are you son?" Locking his eyes to mine.
"Oh, I'm 27 Sir. I have my ID if you need to see it."
"Oh that's alright, I already ran your tags outside, just wanted to see how honest you would be. So, what I can't see on my computer is whether you're a little cocksucking fag or pussy licking straight guy." He raises his eyebrow.
"Well, that's a bold question, I, uh, think I better go. Excuse me."
I go for the door, but he's quick, putting his hand on it, his thick bicep easily stronger than the pull I have on the door.
"Cocksucking fag boy or pussy licking straight guy, which one are you?"
"Um, well, I've not really done either Sir. I've just, um, had a couple girls go down on me and fucked one, but that was about it."
"How about we have some fun? You can be my cocksucking queer boy, and I'll serve this cum in one of your holes and send you along."
"Um, do I really have a choice?" I step back from the door, trying to hide my erection.
"Of course you do, rape is illegal son, and I'm a man of the law. But of course, I love getting my thick cock licked on and into a nice, tight hole." He says as he grabs his junk, his erection growing also.
"Um, where are we, um going to do this? I guess we can have some fun."
He turns and locks the door, "right here son, now strip out of those clothes, let me see that queer boy body."
I take off my shirt, shorts, and underwear. I leave my shoes on, it is after all a rest area floor. He walks towards me, his riding boots thumping the floor. He spins me around, pushes me against the counter, and handcuffs my wrists together.
He kicks my feet apart, bending me slightly over the counter, "I need to make sure you don't have any weapons here."
"I'm naked Sir, what on earth could I be hiding?"
