Psychic Detective 1 How Dmitri and David found Romance and a Horrible Discovery was Made By: Jake Preston
This is a work of erotic gay fiction, intended for readers who enjoy a murder mystery in which fully developed characters interact sexually and in other ways. Their sexual encounters are sometimes romantic, sometimes recreational, and almost always described explicitly. My attention is equally divided between narrative, character development, and sex scenes. If you don't care for this combination, there are many other excellent "nifty" stories to choose from.
Writing is usually a solitary avocation, but not necessarily so on nifty.org, where a longer story appears in installments. If my characters and my story grabs your attention, you can always intervene with suggestions for improvements. All sincere comments will get a response!
Jake, at jemtling@gmail.com
Preface
Psychic Detective is a fictional work with a cast of imaginary characters. Some of them appeared in Adventures of Jake Preston: A Gay Picaro in the North Country. In the earlier work, Göran Svenson was a strapping Minnesota-Swedish farm-boy. Now, in his youthful adulthood as a Detective Sergeant in Duluth, he investigates a gruesome multiple murder mystery on a remote island in Lake Ashawa. He follows clues to similar crime scenes in South Dakota and Oregon.
Other characters in Gay Picaro reappear in this story. Tom Preston owns Wayward Island Resort. He is Jake Preston's uncle. Anna Ravitch is an artist, famous for paintings of male nudes. She's the resident expert on the psychology of gay sex, and often a comfort to men in distress. Having seen everything, she is shocked by nothing. Sam Black Bear and Ben Hasek are Jake Preston's neighbors on Wayward Bay. Their Ojibwe marriage took place prior to the legalization of gay marriage in Minnesota; technically, it was Minnesota's first gay marriage, although non- Ojibwe people dispute this. Dark Eagle is the Ojibwe shaman in Crane Lake. In Gay Picaro, he inducted Jake 'Two Spirits' into the Ojibwe Nation as a fellow shaman. In Gay Picaro, Red Hawk was preparing for college; now he's the Ojibwe Nation's official Anthropologist. No other North American nation acknowledges Anthropology in quite this way. Ron Matthews (Jake's sometime boyfriend) was a Detective in Duluth; now he's the Sheriff of St. Louis County. Dudley Nelson, a homophobic Deputy Sheriff in Ashawa, was forced to resign after a brazen episode of 'false arrest'. How he got his job back is a mystery to all.
New characters appear in Psychic Detective. Detective Inspector Harvey Winik is Göran Svenson's superior. Dmitri Zarvopolous and David Gabrioli are 'rising' college juniors from opposite ends of the country. They came to Lake Ashawa for summer jobs. Jack 'Red Crest' Jackson is a stoic Sioux from South Dakota. He's the Sheriff in a remote, sparsely populated Lakota Reservation. We will meet other characters in Oregon, and in Minnesota.
Jake Preston is mentioned in this work but does not appear. In the fictive time of this novel, he is traveling by motorbike on the East Coast with Ben Arnold, a U.S. Marine from Calgary, exploring the history of Ben Arnold's colonial American ancestor, Benedict Arnold. During his absence from Lake Ashawa, Red Hawk lives in his cabin on Wayward Bay.
The states, cities, and counties mentioned in this novel are real, but the most important settings are imaginary places: Lake Ashawa, Wayward Bay, No Name Island, Bexley Street in Superior, or Lakota Reservation. Another is No Name Island, later called Five Spirits Island by Ashawa residents, and Eight Eagles Island by the Ojibwe. These places exist only in fiction. St. Louis County is real. Its vast forest contrasts the urban setting in Duluth, and affords opportunities for interactions between Ojibwe and Euro-American residents.
Chapter 1 How Dmitri and David found Romance and a Horrible Discovery was Made
Anyone visiting Wayward Island Resort in Summer, 2014 would have thought that the sexy groundskeeper and the sexier dock boy-David Gabrioli and Dmitri Zarvopolous-were Bobbsey twins, even though one was a Sephardic Jew and the other a second-generation Greek. Six feet tall and Mediterranean-handsome, they were college sophomores who came to Lake Ashawa for summer jobs from opposite ends of the country. Dmitri came from a family of fisherman in Peugeot Sound. David came from a family of grocers in Seaside, South Carolina, where the Gabriolis were the only Jewish family in town. They seemed an exotic ethnicity in the Lake Country, where most people are Scandinavian or Ojibwe, but Dmitri and David were working-class lads, and fit in well with the egalitarian farmer communities in Ashawa and Crane Lake.
Dmitri and David were paid just above minimum wage, but Tom gave them adjoining rooms on the third floor of the Lodge, and free meals in the resort's restaurant, so they could save their earnings for next year's college expenses. Tom gave them use boats and canoes, and taught them how to waterski. Within a week they were best friends. Within a month, they admitted a mutual attraction. To the rest of the world they were straight guys. They even tried to think of themselves as straight, but each of them secretly thought that perhaps he could make an exception. They exchanged hints of romantic interest, but neither one had the nerve to proposition the other.
Dmitri and David worked long hours on weekends, but on weekdays Tom gave them the afternoon off if the resort wasn't busy. "I'll take care of the boats when the fishermen come in," he would say. Early one Wednesday afternoon-it was the second of July-the boys said they'd like to see No Name Island, a large, uninhabited island famous for its bald eagles. "You'd best take the small fishing-boat, and raise the motor when you get to the island's shore," Tom advised them. "There are a lot of rocks under water there." Covertly, Tom gave David a plastic baggie containing a lube-tube and two condoms. "No Name Island is isolated and romantic. You might need this," he said.
The boys circled No Name Island, looking for a place to land their boat. Eight bald eagles perched at the top of dead trees. When they found a smooth rock by the shore, they pulled their boat out of the water and trekked into the woods. The island was forested with Norway pines, white pines, balsam, and birch trees, a North Country wonderland. They came to a rocky ledge covered with greenish-gray lichen. Dmitri took David's hand. David squeezed it. Dmitri gave a hug. David hugged him back.
Dmitri removed his shirt. "Stop me if I've got the wrong idea," he said. He sat on a smooth rock next to the ledge, with his back turned to David, and took off his shoes and socks. Then he pulled down his blue-jeans. He glanced back at David and took of his jockey shorts. Seeing Dmitri's naked butt for the first time, David blew him a wolf-whistle. Dmitri turned around to face him. "Why Dmitri, you are beautiful!" David exclaimed. Dmitri returned to the lichen-covered ledge and stood in close. David ran his hands over Dmitri's body. Dmitri guided David's hand to his cock, which David fondled to hardness while they kissed.
The lichen-covered ledge was too rough for love-making, so David and Dmitri moved to a mossy hollow just below. They embraced and fondled while Dmitri helped David out of his clothes. They discovered attractive differences in each other. David's nips were flattened brown aureoles on a bare chest; Dmitri's perked upward like rosebuds from a thicket of chest hair. David's pits were almost bare, while Dmitri's were barely visible under thick bushes of hair. David's cock was hefty, a pulsing circumcised seven, and light-toned, even pinkish compared to his tawny complexion. Dmitri's cock was an inch more in size, and darker than the rest of his body, almost black. His ragged foreskin proved an attractive nuisance for David, who nursed it between pellicle-hungry lips. The balls hung low and full on both men, but the seam-line on Dmitri's scrotum was prominent, as if his two sacs had been stitched together with leather lacing, while the seam-line on David's scrotum was scarcely visible. David was slim-hipped. The seductiveness of Dmitri's bubble-butt did not fail to attract his attention. These differences came to light in the anatomical exploration that was part of their first love-making.
They tried a bit of playful wrestling, enough to discover that Dmitri was stronger than David. Of course this was obvious from Dmitri's sculpture-like musculature, but both men rejoiced to feel it. "I should have warned you that I'm on the Peugeot College wrestling team," Dmitri said. Dmitri's first instinct was protectiveness: because he was stronger and knew how to fight, his role in their relationship would be to protect David from danger. That's what his strength was for.
The thoughts of Dmitri and David turned toward fucking. At first they came after each other with possessive groping of ass-cheeks and fondling of clefts. Gradually, Dmitri gave way and let David do most of the groping. It was a wordless negotiation of top-bottom relations. The negotiation ended when Dmitri relaxed and let David finger-fuck his butt. A moan from Dmitri told David that they had reached the moment of consummation.
David retrieved the baggie from his pocket, and showed the lube-tube and condoms to Dmitri. "Compliments of Tom; he knew we would come to this place," David said. With an invading finger, then two fingers, he applied lube to Dmitri's butthole. "Such a sweet sight you are, Dmitri," David whispered.
"Thanks," Dmitri said.
"I like everything about you," David replied, "but right now, I like your butt."
Dmitri helped David roll the condom up his shaft, and lubed it. He lay on his back, and motioned for David to kneel between his legs. When David stuck his cockhead into the target, Dmitri groaned and uttered swear-words in Greek. David ignored him and pushed his shaft half- way inside. Dmitri pushed back, and forced David's cock out again. While David knelt between his legs, stunned, Dmitri slid the condom off his cock. David looked downcast. To his surprise, Dmitri coated David's cock with lube. "It hurts too much with the condom," Dmitri said. "Let's try it bareback."
"Are you sure?"
"Why not?" Dmitri replied. "First time for me, first time for you, we're perfectly safe without a condom. And David...."
"Yes?"
"This time, don't let me stop you, no matter what I say or do. Promise me," Dmitri said.
"Okay, I'll try."
"You must do more than try, you must succeed, David. You must be strong for both of us when I want to back out," Dmitri said.
"Okay, I promise," David said. He pushed his cockhead back in. Dmitri groaned, but he didn't swear in Greek. David pushed forward, half-way up the shaft. Dmitri groaned and swore post-Homeric oaths, and beat his fists into their damp bed of moss. "That was your inner sphincter, stretched to accommodate the volume of my dick," David said, not entirely clinically. He smiled wickedly. Dmitri looked back at him, resigned to his fate. David pushed forward to the finish line. Dmitri groaned again, but no as loud as before.
"I'm all the way in now," David said. "The worst is over."
"Are you sure?" Dmitri said. He reached into the combat zone with one hand, and felt the root of David's cock at the entrance to his butt. He smiled and David kissed him.
Both men knew to lie still so Dmitri could get used to David's presence inside him. As they spent time in intercourse, David grew increasingly sensitive to Dmitri's feelings. It was Dmitri who had to endure a physical transformation, but David was transformed, too. The lust that he felt to fuck Dmitri now became a desire to give Dmitri pleasure. His own pleasure was secondary, and inevitable in the course of nature. He waited for a signal from Dmitri. "Are you okay, Dmitri?" he asked.
"The pain has dissipated," Dmitri said. "What I feel is a sensation of fullness, being filled by you. It's nice."
David moved his cock inside Dmitri in slow fucking motions. "Your ass is hot!" he said.
"Thanks," Dmitri said: "Your cock is starting to grow on me, not to mention in me!" He tightened his sphincter around David's cock. David moaned. Dmitri did it again, and smiled wickedly. David responded by pulling his dick all the way out of Dmitri, and pushing it in again, the whole shaft. Dmitri groaned and looked at him, wide-eyed. David repeated the action. Then he fucked energetically while Dmitri cried out, "Fuck me, yeah, fuck me!"
David flipped Dmitri and fucked from behind. "I love watching my cock go in and out of your sweet bubble-butt," he said.
"Spoken like a true top," Dmitri said. "Yeah, I like that."
"I feel like I'm gonna cum soon," David said.
"Let's turn over then," Dmitri replied. "I want to see your face when you breed me."
David got the message. He had permission to cum up his partner's ass. They missioned slowly at first. David experimented with furious hot fucking, which he alternated with a long slow cock-massage of Dmitri's anal canal. During those moments, he frigged Dmitri's cock. From the moment that he realized he could get Dmitri to cum, he timed his fuck-strokes to Dmitri's responses. Sweat trickled down their brows, their faces, their torsos. They praised each other for sex-moves and for body-parts joined together. Sometimes Dmitri told David what to do. Sometimes he told David to do what he was already doing, when he cried "Fuck me!"
"It's a good thing you've got a big dick, Dmitri, the better to get you off," David said. Between furious episodes of fucking, they took turns jacking his cock as it flailed like a Northern pike caught in a net between a rock and a weedbed. David liked it that Dmitri cried out soprano- like when he orgazzed, gracing the island with jizzy fragrance.
David responded with a deep-throated moan when he came. He flipped Dmitri and lay over his back. Moments later, his cock hardened. He penetrated Dmitri again. He fucked furiously and came while Dmitri kept time with deep breathing. "It looks like we've had an audience, a spectator," Dmitri said when they sidled in the moss. He pointed to a bald eagle sitting atop the standing trunk of a dead tree.
"He must have enjoyed our performance, since he didn't fly away," David laughed. "There's another eagle, on top of the tree to your left."
A pair of loons swam close to the shore, crying their operatic gavian cry. Its echo haunted the bay. After the echo merged with the lapping of waves on the rocks, the loons repeated their cry. Dmitri and David listened in a silent embrace. After the loons swam away, Dmitri broke the silence: "David, I want you to know that I like getting screwed by you. I never imagined myself on the bottom, but here we are. Still, you might have warned me to prepare for a double," he laughed.
"That wasn't just me," David replied, blushing. "Your sensational body inspired me."
"Flattery will get you inside," Dmitri laughed.
"I hope to deserve you," David said.
The men walked back to shore in the nude, to check on their boat and sport in the water. When they returned to their love-nest, their clothes were gone. They wandered in the woods, looking for signs of their clothes, and happened upon a clearing in the middle of the island. There they made a horrible discovery: the half-skeletal, half-flesh bodies of three naked men. One was suspended by ropes attached to three trees, his legs drawn apart, as if he were in a sling. The second man lay below on his back. The third man lay on his belly between the parted legs of the second man. The college boys came to the island for romance. Instead they found a murder mystery.
"There must be someone else on this island," Dmitri said. "I think we're in danger. Let's hustle back to the boat." He ran-as fast as anyone can run barefoot over a forested terrain- while David followed. In the boat, Dmitri pulled the starting-rope twice. The motor wouldn't turn over. "Let's change places, David," Dmitri said. "I'll row the boat while you try to start the motor. We need to get as much water as we can between us and No Name Island."
Dmitri rowed the boat five miles southwest to Wayward Island Resort. David offered to spell him, but Dmitri said "No, it's my responsibility." It was dark when they reached the resort, and a good thing, too, since they had to make a bare-naked dash for the lodge.
"What's this then? A sight for sore eyes," Tom said, smiling broadly, when Dmitri and David appeared naked in the lodge's kitchen. It was the first time he'd seen them naked. Even in distress they looked like boys who had just escaped one of Anna Ravitch's "Swimming Hole" paintings. They blurted a short version of their story. It was a bit muddled, owing to Dmitri's fatigue and David's confusion, but Tom understood the part about three corpses. He called the County Sheriff in Duluth-Ron Matthews, whom he had known when Ron was a Deputy, and had been one of his nephew Jake's boyfriends. "Ron said that he will send one of his detectives up here this evening," Tom said. "The investigation will start tomorrow morning."
As an afterthought, Tom called the county's Deputy Sheriff in Ashawa-Dudley Nelson, an officer whose political connections compensated for his uncertain grasp of the law. The Deputy would have made trouble, had he been excluded from a triple murder on his turf.