Laying down the Law

On the highway between Louisville and Nashville, down near Cave City, there is one of those great adult bookstores designed for truckers and others on the road, its aptly named Horse Cave Adult Bookstore. Massive signs you can’t miss, a large building with parking in the front and back, including plenty of space for the tractor trailer trucks.

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Whenever I had to make the drive between Fort Knox and Fort Campbell, I always made time to spend an hour or so there. Sometimes longer on my way back if the action was good or if I was just enjoying the process. Everyman should love gooning on his own cock or showing off. The endorphins it gives you, the pleasure. Really get into the bait, the edge, for an hour or more and your nerves can light up. Add the fact that what you are doing might be morally wrong, or even illegal, and it just heightens the sense of danger and erotism.

One day I had to be down at Fort Campbell fairly early in the day, so I left Fort Knox before the sun was up to drive down, dressed in my uniform. I’d still made enough time to stop at the bookstore, but I didn’t have my hopes up. The place was open 24-hours but what kind of sick fuck would be cruising the bookstore at 7 am on a weekday? Maybe there’d be a trucker getting ready to hit the road or something. Still though, it never hurts to stop in and see what, if anything, is happening.

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I pulled in, parked my truck up front, the only personal vehicle there, and took my travel mug of coffee in with me. The guy at the desk recognized me from previous visits so he didn’t give me grief. I figured if nothing else I could bait my cock to some porn for half an hour or so, then get back on the road. The Mammoth Cave bookstore’s backroom was a maze of dark, narrow corridors. Some of the booths had glory holes so big it was a wonder the wall between the two was even standing. I’ve fucked a number of guys who just sat their ass all the way through the cutaway, hole waiting to be pounded by anonymous cock. But as expected the backrooms looked empty as I made my way through. I settled myself on the back row of chairs in the public theatre by the open door. I don’t remember what was playing exactly, a straight gangbang probably, that’s what they usually played in there. I pulled out my dick and slow stroked it, tugging on my nuts, and drank my coffee.
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I was pleasantly surprised when I heard a booth door open, and footsteps in the hallway. I adjusted myself to be more visible, leaning back a little, legs spread, cock held high, in the shaft of light coming from the hallway. In walked this young guy, mid-twenties probably, blond buzzcut and muscular, dressed in jeans and a green windbreaker jacket over a t-shirt. The jacket was the one Marines wore for winter PT sometimes, so either a current or former Marine, I guessed at the time, which usually meant bottom.

I gave him the head nod up, and he took the hint and sat next to me. He saw my uniform, my name and rank, and accurately referred to me by rank in the little we spoke. A few minutes later we were jerking each other off slowly, his cock pulled through the fly on his jeans, when he asked if I wanted to go to a booth and fuck around more. I told him there was no reason to go to a booth since we were the only ones there. He looked nervous the whole time but followed my guidance and got on the filthy floor on his knees and started sucking my cock. I remember he was good; enthusiastic, consumed with the blowjob, not even touching his own cock at that point. At some point I told him he was a good boy and that stopped him in his tracks.

He looked up at me with big blue eyes, his face in that shaft of hallway light, and asked me to call him a faggot, not a good boy. I got it immediately. He wanted to be degraded. I knew the type and I understood it. So, I did. I called him a faggot, a sissy, a cocksucker, a nancy boy, a pansy, a cock slut, a bitch boy. I told him he was worthless, that I’d fucked better. I told him he sucked at sucking dick. I degraded him loudly and verbally every way I could think. He loved it. I made him strip naked in the theatre; his clothes tossed on the floor behind me in a pile. I stood up and skull fucked him til I came, pulling out to shoot all over his face. Then I spit on him and degraded him more while he jerked his dick. I called him weak and told him his tiny cock was worthless, that he wasn’t even a man. He shot his load between my legs onto the floor. He panted and caught his breath and whispered ‘thank you’ over and over again.

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I picked up his pile of clothes and tossed them at him. As I did his wallet and badge fell out of his pocket. It turns out he was a local State Trooper. I picked up the badge and handed it to him, holding it so he had to practically tug it out of my hand as I smiled down at him. I gave him a just-too-hard affectionate slap on his face where my cum was still drying, and told him that I guess he did a good enough job then picked up my coffee mug and exited the theatre.

Outside the back rooms I said hello again to the store manager and he offered to fill up my coffee mug with a fresh pot he’d just brewed. We shot the shit for a few minutes while he filled my mug, and as we did the young Trooper came out, dressed again, face wiped off, kinda ducked his head when he saw us talking, and nearly bolted out the door. I laughed, said goodbye and headed out myself, about right on time where I figured I needed to be to make my meeting down at Campbell.

He was waiting beside my truck. He was driving Dodge Charger, red, and was parked not far from me. He introduced himself to me and I did the same, then he thanked me again and asked if I was from around there. I told him no, but that I pass through fairly often, that I’d be back through early that night in fact. He told me that he’d be on shift, that he was headed back home to change into uniform now in fact. I grabbed a piece of paper from my truck console, told him to write his cell phone number down, and promised him that I’d call later in the day when I was passing through and that I’d love to fuck him on the hood of his Trooper car with him in uniform. I told him I’d ‘breed his cunt’ and that was all it took.

I did fuck him later that day on the hood of his car, down some back road off the beaten path. He liked it rough, that’s for sure. But then, a lot of Marine bottoms are like that. They seem to enjoy the pain. met up with him a few times and almost always fucked him in his uniform after the first time. Even unloaded inside his Trooper cover, the hard ones that are identical to Army Drill Sergeants campaign hats.

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Apparently the place closed down sometime last year after some shady shit went down.

New details: Horse Cave Adult Book Store closes after illegal activity, two deaths reported

Shame. It was always a great pitstop.

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