GUT FEELINGS
These introductory comments are for my American readers.
The presidential election is less than a month away. There are only two men who have any chance of winning that election - Al Gore or George Bush. Nader is a spoiler, nothing else. Al is a bit flawed and definitely boring. George has as his senior political advisor Ralph Reed, the cute, friendly, boyish former head of the Christian Coalition (and Pat Robertson's Josef Goebbels).
Al Gore, however, does have the training to step in directly to lead the strongest, longest streak of economic growth that any economy in recorded history has ever shown. He supports gay/lesbian rights to legal equality. And, so far, we haven't seen him play dirty in this election.
George, on the other hand carries with him the personal support of Pat Robertson and the Christian Coalition. We have had the chance to see him turn to the preacher/wannabe fuehrer to pull his nuts out of the fire after his substantial loss in NH (Robertson and the religious right started a rumour campaign against McCain in SC that included telling people that McCain had a bi-racial child ). The Robertson effort was very under the radar and very effective among the less-educated voters who make up his neo-fascist movement and the Republican party in the South.
This election is important on a number of fronts - do you want an economy that continues to grow or one that is thrown back into the grow and burst cycle that Bush's dad and Ronnie the B-movie actor gave us? Do you want up to 3 supreme court judges appointed in the next 4 years who will make decisions on gay rights, women's reproductive rights, guns, hate crime legislation, etc, based on law or on what Pat Robertson says are his conversations with God? Do you want gay acceptance (legal and social) to continue to spread or do you want that acceptance rejected on the federal level? Do you want federal officials appointed who are favourable to the law or who are intolerant, close-minded bigots?
If you vote for Bush, stay home or vote for Nader, you effectively vote for Bush and the Robertson agenda for America. You'll have yourself to blame for the first recession to hit America in 8+ years, you'll have yourself to blame for the increasingly anti-gay stance that will take over the federal government. And you'll be able to blame yourself for the return of the American decline that started with Vietnam and continued through 1992. That decline has been arrested for the past 8 years but George Bush is guaranteed to start the country spiralling downwards again with more poorly educated Americans with a federal government that is underfunded because of his tax cuts and with spiralling inflation because of the federal debt.
If you vote for Gore, America has a chance to enter the 21st century still growing, vibrant, and better educated than it has been for 25 or more years. And you'll hopefully have broken the back of christian fascism. Unfortunately, I'm not an American citizen - I can't vote. Fortunately, my passport isn't American - I can leave before George opens the door for Pat.
VOTE NOV 7!!!!! The future you're voting for is your own.
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CHAPTER TEN
Brett and I arrived at Waterloo Station Friday morning at nine thirty; our train to Selsey near Chichester departed at nine forty-six. My police lads were the first to join us and were donned in togs that would do any Oxford lad proud. Both studied Brett curiously. Ginger-haired Richard Bell was the last to arrive, and I caught Jesse licking his lips as his attention turned to the new boy.
Richard looked the two young policemen over as lasciviously as Jesse was studying him but was much more obvious about it. If I had not already known what the next two days were about, I would have begun to suspect this weekend was going to be a bloody orgy.
Only, I didn't know how I felt about that now. At least, how it would affect me and one other member of our group. Two days ago, I would have looked forward to it - a part of me would have. Now, however, I didn't want Brett Chandler involved with anyone but me - not sexually - even though, we had both agreed that what might happen this weekend was separate from our growing relationship.
Intellectually, I understood the rationale. We were invited into the den of the Russian bear - as young, randy college lads. We had accepted that invitation in order to learn if there was a connection between the Russians and the heroin entering the London gay community. The Russian and English guests were presumably all gay. The weekend was expected to be an orgy and we were expected to participate.
My problem with that was an emotional one. I had become quite infatuated with Brett Chandler the past two days that he had been sharing my bed and sating my libido - I was willing to admit that I probably was in love with him. I didn't want anyone else touching him. Even if he was the star attraction of the Russian weekend fete as far as our hosts were concerned. Even if he was the best looking lad on the estate. I had visions of hordes of horny Russians quickly tearing down whatever defences Brett might have been able to erect and gleefully having their way with him.
The American chose an end car. We entered our carriage and quickly found seats that faced each other in the rear. I glanced around and saw that, except for two old ladies, we were the only people in the car. The old dears were at the end farthest from us. I smiled and wondered if Brett and I might have a chance to touch, perhaps even snog a bit, during the hour and a half trip out to Selsey. Despite the open nature of the railway carriage, I hoped so. I couldn't seem to get enough of him.
Richard took a look at the situation and grinned broadly. His hand went to Jesse's jean-covered bum and squeezed. The Asian looked looked over his shoulder at him and ground his arse against the Irishman's hand. "It's the two of us," he whispered, jerking his head toward Doug, "or neither of us - which will it be, lad?"
"Where?"
Jesse shrugged. "The loo?"
Richard nodded and rubbed his hands in anticipation. I watched as the Asian nudged his blond boyfriend and took his hand with one hand and pointed at the toilets with the other. Doug Yorston's lips twitched and he nodded. The three of them handed over their tickets to me.
Brett plopped into the seat facing front as the train began to pull out of Victoria Station. He sat beside the window and smiled up at me, patting the cushion beside him. I joined him. Our companions were already slipping into the toilet behind us.
"From the moment I saw those two boys, I was wondering how long it would take that slut to go for them two," Brett said as he leant his head against my chest.
"Richard's a slut?"
"I thought you already knew that about him. That boy simply stops thinking if there's a new cock around and he thinks it's available. He stays on a cock hunt." He chuckled. "I hope that Indian is big where it counts because that boy from Belfast does like his meat dark and big."
I felt Brett's finger squirm playfully into my pocket, followed by several others. His back prevented me from seeing what he was doing. "Watch the little old ladies for a few, Phillip. I'm going to play pocket pool."
"Pocket pool?"
His fingers manoeuvred the pocket lining of my trousers over my hip and onto my belly to where the cloth covered my bollocks. They spread across the top of my ballsac through the lining. I began to grow erect.
My face turned the colour of beetroot, I craned my head to see if we had neighbours or were been watched. One of Brett's fingers traced my prick out to its tip and I shuddered. "We shouldn't-" I mumbled.
"Sshh!"
I fell silent and tried not to become involved in what he was doing to me. I failed abysmally. My cock throbbed as his fingers continued to play along its length. His other hand moved to my zip and its fingers began to lower it. At the other end of the car, the two women chatted happily, oblivious to us.
The head of my cock was turned down towards my belly. His fingers pulled the loose skin out onto the glans. I felt pre come ooze out of me and, a moment later, seep down through my pubes to bathe my crutch. My hips instinctively began to hump his fingers gripping me through the lining of my pocket.
"Brett!" I gasped hoarsely, feeling my bollocks begin to tighten.
"Close, honey?" he mumbled.
"I can't toss off in my trousers like a horny teenager," I growled between my teeth. "It'd show, Brett."
"It'd brand you as mine," he chuckled, "at least until it dried."
"Brett!"
His free hand slipped inside my trousers through the opened zip. "All right, so I'll just take care of you in another way." His naked fingers slipped through the opening of my boxers and found my shaft. They quickly pulled my cock out into the open. I shuddered and prayed that those ladies remained where they were. That the conductor broke his leg in one of the cars before us.
I felt the warm wetness of his mouth cover my helmet, his tongue bathing away the pre come and his lips pushing my skin before them. "Brett," I mewled and watched the back of his head as his lips descended down my shaft until they were buried in the maze of cloth and pubic hair that was my crutch.
My hand massaged his hip through his jeans and moved up to his shirt covered back. I pulled his shirt from the waist of his jeans and my hand slipped under it to feel his smooth, warm skin.
He swallowed, his throat muscles massage the head of my dick. His lips retreated and my prick was caught up in a vacuum as total as space, my blood drawing there from every corner of my body. Again and again, he swallowed me and sucked me. My bollocks rose to ride my shaft. My hand moved under his shirt to his nearest nipple and I began to rub it gently between my forefinger and thumb.
I stampeded towards the abyss of orgasm under the American's driving. I was nearly there already. I was past awareness, past even my in-bred caution, and was riding the tail of pleasure. "I'm close," I managed to get out in a choked voice.
He sped up his pace, his lips racing down my prick shaft, my glans reaching deeper into this throat.
I shuddered and felt every muscle in my body tighten. I gasped. And erupted.
His throat muscles swallowing my come milked me.
When he had every drop he could suction out of me, he kissed my knob-end and carefully manoeuvred my cock back into my boxers and pulled my zip up. He turned and looked up at me then. He smacked his lips. And smiled. "I didn't get enough protein at breakfast, Phillip. That hit the spot."
"We were both at risk," I grumbled, relaxing and enjoying my sated state inspite of myself. "We've simply got to be more careful."
"You enjoyed it though, didn't you?"
I snorted. "Of course I did. But some things just can't be done, Brett - not in public."
"Did anyone see us?"
"No," I admitted. But we were running an awful risk-" I glanced up as a motley of sound entered the carriage. As I watched, the conductor finished pulling the door open and stepped inside. The wheels clacking against the rails was loud until the door closed behind him. I cringed at the thought of the man being five minutes earlier.
Brett and I were silent as the man made his way down the aisle towards us. "There are three men in the toilet," I told him when he had come abreast us. He stopped and looked at me, immediately mustering his authority. I reached for my identification. "This is an undercover police operation," I told him as I presented my id.
He relaxed immediately, tipping his cap to me. "Will you need any help, Inspector?"
"No, we've got it well in hand. Thank you, though." I handed him each of our tickets, including those for our three companions. "Just remember that you saw or heard nothing. Mind you, as far as you're concerned, there was no police operation. You're especially not to talk about it with any passengers - at least, not over the weekend."
I was being realistic. The man would be relating his adventures in the next car up before we had gone another twenty miles if I didn't have his promise. With his promise, his story would be confined to just other rail employees for a day or two - and, if I was lucky, until after the weekend when everyone I was interested in had left Selsey.
Brett watched the man give his solemn word of total silence. He watched the man scurry along the aisle and stop with the women just long enough to collect their tickets. Not once did the man ever look back at us.
"Phillip, you're the very first man I've met who thinks on his feet. You roll with the punches and always land rightside up." He studied me for a moment as I attempted to make my way through incomprehensible American patois. "That's why I wanted to see you the second time." He smiled wryly. "It's also why I've fallen in love with you."
"I don't think I understand-" I started. His finger lightly against my lips stopped me.
"I haven't seen a man I've gone out with more than once since I've been in England, Phillip. Once I knew I was gay and that it wasn't just some kind of phase, I wanted to experience it all. I wanted to understand it. The one thing I did know about being gay was that it wasn't just about sex. There had to be a whole person there - something that added up to more than dick and ass."
He studied me curiously for a moment, his gaze never leaving my eyes. "There is sex, of course," he finally continued. "And that's important. But I'm still trying to understand if a gay man is mentally or, maybe, just emotionally different from his straight cousin." He smiled, but his face quickly showed only bemusement. "That's why I do drag, Phillip. My Marlene Dietrich is a part of me. I'm not just another fat boy in sequins lip-synching to big-name singers because I have no other life. I'm good looking but androgynous - like Boy George and the Culture Club - I'm definitely me."
He leant his head against my chest, his arms going around my waist. "I did that one gig with Illyich as a hustler just to understand what being a whore was like."
"How does this relate to us?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to break the spell that held him.
He chuckled. "I'm trying to explain, Phillip. Gays can fill any niche that society comes up with as a job - we're just like our breeder cousins that way. But I've come to decide gay people are really smarter than the hets, like we're the next move up in evolution-" He snorted. "Only, most of us stay stuck in the breeder mentality - cock and ass, fuck and suck - sex. I've met some guys who were really phenomenonal lovers. They could have me coming back for more, even after they'd worn me out. But, the moment they got dressed for work, they stopped being anything. It was like when they put on their societal mask, they turned off their minds.
"I've spent the past year - I guess my whole life - looking for somebody who can get past just the sex. Somebody who doesn't hesitate to use his mind." He turned his head to look back up at me. "Somebody who actually likes to use his mind-" He grinned. "In addition to using his body, I mean."
His lips found my nipple through my shirt and nuzzled it. "Phillip Goodson, you do both so very well. You use your mind and enjoy it. You use your body and enjoy it, too. You're a complete man."
Richard Bell had an erection spread across his crutch and riding his hipbone as he pushed open the door to the toilet. He wondered which of them he was going to suck and which one would shag him as he moved to the far end of the small room and watched as the blond copper locked the door behind them.
He was going to get it on with coppers! He couldn't believe it. He looked from Jesse to Doug. "I want to taste both of you first, okay?"
"Seems reasonable to me," Doug answered and began to open his jeans.
Jesse smiled. "Take mine out for us, Richard," he said and leant back against the toilet cubicle.
The ginger-haired Irishman grinned as he knelt before the Asian and popped open the waist button of his jeans. His hand moved across Jesse's crutch feeling his cock lengthening under his touch. This Officer Patel was the real reason why Richard was in the bog and about to get into the dirty with these men. Yorston was cute and was enough to get Richard's blood to run hot, but Patel was so - well - different.
The Asian was so dark that he could be a black. Yet all of his features, including his thick, curly black hair, were features that belonged on a white man. There wasn't the slightest hint of African ancestry. It was so incongruous. Richard wanted to touch him all over, to explore every centimetre of his body, with each of his five senses if he could. He wanted to see if there were any differences between the copper and the European men he'd had until now. Starting with his dick.
Squatting, he had his fingers worked the zip of the Asian's jeans down and he was peeling back the two flaps of denim that covered the very essence of Jesse's masculinity. Richard gripped the waist of the jeans on both sides of the man's hips and pulled them down over his buttocks to his knees.
"Lick it through my pants," Jesse told him. "Get me wet."
Richard gazed for a moment at the thick tube under the cotton of the Asian's underwear stretching across his crutch and jutting out now past his hip. He smiled up at Jesse and licked his lips, expressing his anticipation.
He started at the root, his nose burying itself in the man's pubes as his tongue explored the bunched bollocks through the cotton. Richard's lips found Jesse's shaft and began to trace its length toward his hip, feeling each vein and ridge.
"I want some of this action too, lads," Doug told them, reminding Richard that it wasn't just him and the Asian in the toilet.
Above him, Jesse snorted good-naturedly. "Pull them down, Richard. You'll have two naked men to play with then."
His fingers moved to the elastic waistband of the Asian's briefs as Richard glanced sideways to find the blond policeman standing at his side and naked from his waist to his knees. Doug sported a nice cock, its skin already pulled off the knob-end and bunched behind its flange.
Glancing from one to the other, he thought it appeared a bit smaller than the Asian's but was large enough to be more than adequate. He smiled at the blond man.
"Come here," he told Doug as he slowly began to slide Jesse's pants over his buttocks, "let's have a lick of that." He leant toward the blond and tongued the head of his cock as he pulled the Asian's pants down to his knees.
"Suck my boyfriend's dick, mate," Jesse told him, "while I get you naked." Doug's hands went to the back of Richard's head and pulled him further onto him.
Jesse's fingers quickly worked the waist button and then the zip of Richard's jeans, releasing the redhead's dick from their tight confines. Richard's cock sprang through the slit in his boxers and jutted out at full mast. "You're ready, aren't you, lad?" Jesse asked as his hand went around the fleshy pole to measure its width. He could not touch his thumb to his forefinger. He smiled and hoped the weekend ahead would provide other times with this ginger-haired boy; he could imagine what the dick in his hand could do to him. And Doug would want it too.
The blond groaned and began to hump the Irishman's face. Jesse pulled Richard's y-fronts down over his buttocks. In the boy's front, he pushed his dick through the slit back into his boxers before pulling the waistband over it. The ginger-haired boy sat on his haunches, as naked as his two companions.
Jesse put a finger in his mouth, getting it wet with his saliva. Squatting beside Richard then, he carefully placed the finger against the boy's entrance. He smiled up at Doug as the redhead's sphincter opened up to take it easily.
Richard pulled off the blond's dick and looked down his back as Jesse began to tease the nerves just inside his hole. He then looked at the Asian. "I want you. I want both of you," he said, looking from one cock to the other.
"You can have both of us," Doug told him. "But one of us at each end will feel a lot better, don't you think, mate?"
"But I won't get to suck you both off then," Richard groaned, looking from one to the other cock. "I want to taste you - both of you."
"Of course you will," Jesse told him. "We'll just trade off when we're done. You get both of us at each end."
Richard looked up then, studying the Asian's face. "You can get it up that fast?"
Jesse snorted. "My boyfriend and I are both good for two orgasms a throw, lad."
Doug laughed. "We're regular rabbits, mate, and there's nothing wrong with the equipment of either one of us." He looked over at Jesse. "Why don't you let Richard here have a real eye-ful of that truncheon of yours. It was yours that got him interested in the first place."
"So you can shag him?"
Doug shrugged. "You are a bit big, Jesse. I'll help him open up for you."
Richard grinned. He liked their idea. "Do we have time?" he asked.
"It's an hour and a half out to Selsey," Jesse told him. "We've got plenty of time."
Richard pushed himself to his feet. "Okay, Officer Patel, let's do this properly then." He grinned. "Over against the wall, but facing me."
The Asian waddled to the wall between the toilet cubicle and the window, his jeans slipping down his calves to his ankles, shackling him. Richard followed as awkwardly and, taking the dark-coloured prick in hand, bent from the waist to lick its helmet. Behind him, he heard a foil packet being torn. He grinned as his lips pushed the thick foreskin up onto Jesse's shaft and gave himself up to enjoying his first taste of the Asian. His hands cupped the policeman's buttocks as he dived down the thick shaft and opened his throat to accept it.
Behind him, Doug's thumbs spread his buttocks, exposing his crack. The blond's latex-covered dick sank to the fleshy valley floor and began to creep along it towards the ginger-haired boy's back entrance. Richard wiggled his arse in greeting.
When Doug's cock was pressing against his arsehole, Richard tightened his grip on Jesse's buttocks to hold himself in place. He descended the Asian's thick pole and hummed. Jesse moaned at the sudden increase of pleasure. The blond didn't ram his dick right in, however; instead, he began to ease himself into Richard, giving the Irishman time to adjust to his presence.
Richard hummed happily as he was being filled up. His knob-end expanded, pushing his skin back onto his shaft. His dick bounced across his belly, leaving a trail of pre come in its wake.
Jesse stared down at his dick disappeared under the redhead's nose and being vibrated by the tight throat. "I'm bloody close!" he groaned and pulled his cock from Richard's mouth. The ginger-haired man looked up at him. "You were heating me up too fast, mate. You want it to last a bit, don't you?" Richard nodded as Doug continued to move inside him and he held onto Jesse's bottom. "Suck my bollocks then. Even come up the chest and find a nipple to lick - I won't mind."
Doug leant forward and met Jesse leaning towards him, halfway over Richard's back. He pressed his lips to his lover's, and the Asian's tongue snaked between their lips. The Irishman began to wank himself, timing his strokes along his shaft with those moving in and out of his arse.
His tongue found the sheen of sweat coating the tight ballsac as he began to lick at them. Jesse's thick prick throbbed against his ear. He took the first of the man's bollocks into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue. He was soon alternating between the two as his own began to tighten under the fucking that Doug was giving him. He clenched and flexed his anal muscles against the blond's withdrawals and bucked back to welcome his returns.
The train barrelled through the green summer countryside towards Bristol, towards Chicester, and towards the little village of Selsey between them but nearest onto Chicester. Richard rode the waves of pleasure crashing through him and he knew he wanted to get the Asian off. He wanted to taste him.
His lips left the man's tightening ballsac and sought his prick again. He felt himself getting closer as he found Jesse's cock and traced it out along its length with his lips. Behind him, Doug's rhythm was beginning to quicken. Reaching the mushroomed knob-end, he quickly opened his mouth and swallowed the Asian and gripped his bottom with both hands to hold himself steady against the sway of the train and the pounding that Doug had begun to give him.
His dick bounced, slittering across his belly and spreading pre come where it alighted. His bollocks were tight against his shaft. Richard strove to bring Jess off. He deep-throated the Asian, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as he took him deeper into his throat. Behind him, Doug's breathing had become ragged and wheezing, his hands gripping Richard's hips.
"Christ!" Jesse yelped and humped forward to shove his dick all the way into Richard's throat. The Irishman could feel its helmet engorge with even more blood.
He erupted then, spraying the floor of the carriage loo with his jizz.
His arsemuscles flexing along the sides of Doug's cock, milking him, pushed the blond over into his own orgasm. Richard felt come coursing though the policeman's cock to fill the condom deep inside him up.
Brett arched a brow theatrically and I looked up to see our three companions returning to their seats. Richard was already beginning to colour. "You are such a slut, Richard," said Brett. The Irish lad continued to colour; he was close to magenta already.
"If he's a slut," said Jesse smiling, "let's have a lot more of them. You've got a lovely mate in this lad, Yank. Don't piss him off too much."
"Was it good?" Brett asked, still holding Richard with his gaze. Richard nodded with a wry grin creeping across his face. "Did you get enough?" Richard again nodded. "Good! Then we can be into Russians and things the rest of the trip."
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