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Preview from chapter one
First Edition: 2026
THE COP PISSED IN HIS MOUTH
BIG HANK “PAPA BEAR”
Papa Bear opened his mouth and swallowed it all
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.
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This story is for adults only (+18).
All characters are adults.
Big Hank had been driving for almost twelve hours when he saw the blue lights flashing behind him. He sighed tiredly and pulled over onto the first shoulder he found. He killed the engine and sat for a moment, rubbing his face with both hands before climbing down from the truck.
The officer who approached was a man in his early fifties, strong and solidly built, with a bit of a belly and a commanding presence. His uniform was tight on his frame, and he walked with confidence.
“Good evening,” the agent said in a deep voice. “I’m Officer Derek. This is a routine check. Can I see your documents and your tachograph disc?”
Big Hank nodded and climbed back into the cab. Officer Derek followed him without another word. Once inside, he closed the door behind him.
The interior of the cab smelled of cigars, sweat, and a man who had been behind the wheel for many hours. On the dashboard there was a sticker of a black bear with the gay bear flag.
Derek didn’t comment on it, but his eyes lingered on the sticker for a second before he sat down in the driver’s seat. He told Big Hank to sit on the bunk behind him. Big Hank obeyed and handed over his papers.
While Derek checked the tachograph disc, Big Hank watched him in silence. He liked the way the officer’s arms filled out the sleeves of his uniform shirt. He liked his strong jaw and the way he carried himself. And more than he wanted to admit, he liked having a man with authority inside his own truck.
Derek finished checking the disc and stood up inside the cab. He was now standing right in front of Big Hank, who was still sitting on the bunk. The distance between them was small. Derek turned his head slightly toward the dashboard and looked at the bear sticker.
“I see you like smoking cigars… and that you also like bears,” he said in a low voice, almost teasing, though his eyes said something else.