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Size Does Matter (To Me)
Part VII: Letting my armor fall again, Giving me the strength to face them
The room was a mess. A table and several chairs were broken. Glass everywhere, it crunched under foot. Herb walked in to find Alex sitting in a corner, head in his hands. Conner and a few deputies were taking notes and pictures. The coroner was overseeing his assistant placing the body on the stretcher. "I've been doing this for almost thirty years, and its never been this bad."
He patted the man on the shoulder, "This is only the fourth murder in this county since I've been Sheriff, and I'll be dammed if we don't catch the son of a bitch before I retire."
The old doctor nodded over in Alex's direction, "I delivered that boy, and have taken care of all his bumps and bruises over the years, and he's never been in such bad shape. You should get him out of here."
Herb walked over to Alex, and patted him on the back. "Alex, go see your mom. She needs to hear about this from you before the rumors start. We will take care of everything here."
He lifted his head to look at Herb, his eyes red and puffy. "How could anyone do that to her? She didn't deserve this. I'll kill him when I find him." His voice was a deep monotone. If not for the eyes, his face showed no emotion.
"Conner! Get him over to his moms, and stay with him. Don't bring him back till he's calmed down."
Conner helped him up, and guided him out to the jeep. The drive to Liz's house was silent. When they got to the door it opened, with Liz holding Mini back. "I didn't expect you so early. I'll have Mini ready to go in a minute." Getting the dog back, she looked up just noticing Conner standing there with a grief stricken Alex. "Oh my god, whats happened?"
Alex walked past them both and sat on the couch, Mini placing her head in his lap. Conner gestured inside, "You better sit down ma'am its not good."
An hour later, after getting some tea into her, Liz told them that she and Jessica had spent most of the day together. She explained that a strange man had spoken to her and left suddenly, but Liz couldn't remember much of what he had looked like. The last she had seen of her that night was when she left to let the band lock up their stuff. That's what both the owner and bartender had said. "Do you feel up to coming down to the station, and looking at some pictures? Maybe you'll recognize him." Liz agreed, and after she and Alex got cleaned up, they left for the station.
At the end of the day, they had six suspects and only two leads. The five guys in the band all had solid alibis. Several witnesses came forward about the sixth mystery man, but the descriptions were all over the place. There seemed to be no motive for the attack. Nothing was missing from the bar, and thankfully there had not been a rape. Jessica had been known as the town slut, and she wore the title like a badge of honor. But she had scruples. She never played with a married man, and never sold herself. Plain and simple the woman liked sex and wasn't afraid to show it. She had a heart of gold, and spent the majority of her time helping others.
The only solid lead was that Jessica had fought back, and they found skin and hair under her nails. Unfortunately being out in a rural area, they had to send it out to the F.B.I. That would take months and in the meantime they had a killer on the loose.
Two weeks later funeral services were held, and it was a huge turnout. Liz gave a beautiful eulogy and many came forward to speak for her. A dark mood hung over the area. You never saw a woman or child alone. Any stranger in town was watched closely. In general people were less friendly. The biggest change was Alex. He was angry all the time, and snapped at the smallest things. He spent every night patrolling around keeping an eye on things. Mini was still with Liz. Alex insisted she have some kind of protection around. Twice a week he called the F.B.I. to see if the DNA sample was processed.
Mid August Herb called him into his office. "Alex your birthday is next week, right?" Alex scowled at being interrupted for something so trivial. "Ya, so what. I've got more important things to think about then getting older."
Slamming both hand on the desk Herb stood up. Still a foot and a half shorter than Alex, he seemed to tower over the big man. "Starting right now, you are taking a week off! I know your hurting, we all are, but this attitude has to stop! It's gotten to the point that people are becoming afraid of you. If you hadn't have lost it in court the other day, that Davies bastard would have gotten at least a year, but now he just has a slap on the wrist." Herb could practically see the steam coming off of Alex. "Now get the hell out of here. I don't care what you do. Go on a trip, go get laid, go get in a fight. You just be back here next Monday in a better mood, or I'll kick your ass myself."
Alex sped home, stopping at the store to pick up a bottle of tequila. Stripping down to his boxers, he spent an hour stomping around the house drinking straight from the bottle. He just got madder and madder. How dare Herb do this to him! Eventually the bottle was empty, and Alex was drunk. Hearing the doorbell, he stumbled his way to the door. Conner stood there in shorts and a tee -shirt holding a six pack. "What the fuck do you want, ginger?" Alex slurred.
Conner pushed his way in and set the beers down, "I guess we don't need these then. I came over to see if I could get you good and drunk. Maybe work that anger out of you, but you seem to be way ahead of me."
"Your fucking right I'm angry, why not? One of the most important people in my life was killed, and I can't find the son of a bitch that did it."
Seeing an opening Conner backhanded Alex across the face "That's right you lost someone. It's time to start moving on." Alex swayed there, face bright red. "Ya know what, one night I saw her kiss you like I've never seen before, but she was too stupid to notice you drooling over the guy playing guitar." Breath getting heavy, Alex's face turned purple and he flexed his fists. "I felt sorry for her, so I ended up taking her home and fucked her good, since you couldn't get it up for her."
Alex exploded, and in a drunken stupor swung. Conner easily ducked out of the way, and Alex's fist went right through the wall and into the kitchen. "You big pussy. You can't even swing like a man." Pulling his arm out of the wall, Alex lunged for Conner but the wiry young man sidestepped out of the way, and kicked Alex's legs out from under him.
Hitting the floor, he lost it and started crying, curling up into a ball. "You're right I wasn't man enough for her. If I had just gone with her that night, she would still be here."
Kneeling down, Conner rubbed his back. "I know your pretty thick, but she knew you were gay. She told me that she loved to tease you. She loved that she could make a big guy like you squirm."
Looking up, face now pale he sobbed out, "How would you know that?"
Smiling Conner helped him get up. "I didn't really sleep with her. But she did introduce me to my girlfriend. Jessica would often sit with us, and gossip about what was going on in town."
Still unsteady, Conner walked Alex over to a chair. "Your bleeding pretty bad there, I'm sure your going to need stitches. I wouldn't be surprised if you broke something."
Alex glanced at his hand, and on its back was a gash from the tiles on the kitchen wall. Starting to sober up a bit, he could feel the pain. "Could you take me to the hospital? I don't think I could drive right now."
"Of course, you big idiot. Where can I get you some clothes?" Alex pointed up the stairs, "In my dresser, the door on the left." Walking up the stairs, there were three doors. The first one on the right held an office. The second on the right was a weight room, and then on the left all the way at the end of the hall was the bedroom. Walking in, there was a king size bed, and mahogany dresser and armoire. At the far end of the room, he could see a bathroom and closet. Quickly grabbing a pair of shorts and shirt out of the dresser, he hurried down to Alex. It was difficult getting the giant into the clothes and then a pair of sandals.
Arriving at the hospital, Conner got a wheelchair, figuring it would be easier to push the big lug around. But he couldn't quite fit the big frame into it. Laughing, Conner had to half carry Alex into the building. "That's it tubby, your going on a diet. I can't even get your fat ass into a wheelchair."
Alex ended up getting six stitches in his hand, and his wrist was broken, so he needed to be in a cast. The Doctor put him on a banana bag to sober him up before they would release him.
Getting Alex home and into bed, Conner was exhausted. As he turned to leave, Alex called out. "Conner?"
"Ya, what do you need buddy?"
"Do I really have a fat ass?" They both just laughed, and Conner went home to get some sleep.
After a few days of puttering around the house, Alex was feeling restless. So he threw on a pair of camo shorts and a black tank, and took off, just driving out of town. 'Bout an hour later he was in the city looking for something to do. Not really thinking about it, he pulled into a familiar parking lot. Being the middle of the week, the place wasn't busy. Setting on a stool the bartender wandered over. "What can I get you pal?"
"Just a beer for now." Alex looked around the room. It hadn't changed much. Just then the man he was hoping to see came walking out of the back room.
Dante got half way across the room when he stopped mid-stride. He turned his head, shock apparent on his face. "Alex? Is that you?" Alex stood up, and they met half way in a tight embrace. "Come on in the back, and we can catch up."
As they sat on the large leather couch, memories flooded Alex. An important part of his life started right on this spot. Dante patted his thigh, "What brings you back Alex?"
Alex shrugged, "I'm not really sure. Some really horrible things have happened lately. I needed to get away, and just found myself here."
Dante nodded, "Do you need to talk about it?"
"No. I'm all talked out." He held up his cast, "A good friend helped me with that. Now I'm just having a hard time feeling anything but sadness."
Dante stood up, "Well, I can help you with that. If its one thing I'm good at, it's making people forget their troubles." He held out his hand, and Alex took it getting up. "But one condition- come back to my place, and stay the night with me." Alex just nodded, and followed him home.
As soon as the door closed, Dante slowly started stripping as he walked to the bed room. Alex trailed behind, watching more and more skin being exposed. Dante's body was more defined and muscular than he remembered. Also, across his back was a tattoo of an eagle. Barbed wire wrapped around one bulging bicep, and a wolf on the other. As he stepped out of his trousers, a dragon could be seen crawling its way down his leg. Arriving at the bed, Dante slipped out of the tiny briefs revealing lips on his ass cheek.
Before he could turn around, Alex was on his knees right behind him, pressing his own lips to the tattoo. He planted light kisses all over, before spreading the cheeks apart exposing the tight pink hole. Extending his tongue, he licked from bottom to top of the crack. Dante let out a sigh, taking it as encouragement Alex dove in. Dante fell forward onto the bed whimpering, the long wet tongue drilling into his hole, and the soft beard rubbing between his cheeks were driving him wild.
Finally needing to come up for air, Alex stood up panting. As he removed his clothes, Dante turned over and more surprises were in store. Over his heart was a baby devil, and a star bust surrounded his belly button. Both nipples had barbells through them. The Prince Albert was a first, Alex had never seen one in person before. Crawling over Dante, he planted kisses working his way to his mouth. Taking the piercing between his fingers, he asked, "How bad did it hurt getting this?"
"Not too bad, the eagle hurt worse. But not as bad as your dick is going to hurt. Now grab some lube and fuck me, before I lose my nerve." Dipping his fingers into some Boy Butter on the nightstand, Alex slowly opened Dante up, one finger at a time. When Dante nodded, he got between his legs and lined up his fat mushroom head to the hole. Pressing gently it slowly inched in till the ass lips closed behind the crown. Dante gasped "Oh my god, I've never had anything that big in me before."
Concern marked Alex's face, "Do you want me to stop?"
Dante grabbed his hips and pulled. "Don't you dare! You're going to fuck me. I want all ten inches. You are not to leave my ass till I am filled with cum, got it!"
In a few minutes Alex was all the way in. He laid over Dante, kissing him passionately, and he slowly sawed in and out. Sweat formed over them both, making things slippery. Holding onto each other Alex rolled them over. Dante sat up, running his hands over Alex's chest, tweaking his nipples and gently pulling on the thick chest hair. He ground his ass down, rotating his hips, both groaning. Suddenly Dante's head flew back and cum erupted from his dick, covering Alex. He fell over gasping for breath. Alex wrapped his arms around him, and held him as his orgasm subsided.
Dante raised his head, "Okay, I'm ready now, fuck me hard." With a growl deep in this throat, Alex threw him onto the bed and quickly remounted him before his asshole could close. Pulling him up on his knees, Alex started pounding away, his huge dick thrusting in and out, causing Dante to cry out in pain and pleasure. As his second orgasm came his asshole tightened, pushing Alex over the edge. Each flex of Alex's cock caused Dante to whimper, he could feel each blast of cum. Collapsing to the bed, his softening dick fell out of Dante's ass followed by a river of jizz. Unable to move, Dante just laid there, so Alex snuggled up to him and held him as they fell asleep.
In the morning as they took a shower together, Alex took a turn at getting fucked. It had been so long since anything had been in his ass, it was like getting it for the first time again. As they scrubbed each other clean, Dante commented on Alex's body. "You know, a big beefy hairy body like yours looks naked without some ink. I could take you to my guy."
By the time his birthday came on Saturday, Alex was feeling much better. He had fixed the hole in the wall, and spent some time working in the yard. At noon Liz called and invited him out to dinner. Happy to get out and do something, he accepted. She said she would pick him up at eight o'clock, and to just dress casual.
Getting ready for the night, he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair had gotten way too long, he was definitely going to the barber tomorrow. His beard had gone out of control. He almost shaved it all off, but ended up trimming it down to a chin strap. It kinda made him look like he did when he was a teenager. Slipping on a white sleeveless tee shirt he winced at it, rubbed against the new ring hanging on his right nipple. Dante had talked him into getting some work done. At first, he wasn't sure if any of it was really him. But the more he saw it, the more he liked it. On his right bicep was a large bear paw, and a thorny vine wrapped around his left. And right above his heart was a tiny rose with the name Jessica. He finished out his outfit with a pair of khaki shorts and a blue vest he wore open.
After a nice quiet dinner at an Italian restaurant, she pulled into the Dirty Jugs parking lot. It was almost empty. "Mom, not here, please."
She patted his knee. "Honey, I think we both need to do this. She would have wanted us to go on and enjoy our lives. So we are going to go in there and have one drink in her honor, then we can go."
Nodding, he got out of the car with a sigh. Walking up to the door, they wrapped an arm around each other. As he walked in the door, he nearly knocked her down when he jumped.......
There ya go Part VII. I focused this part on Alex, and the next will focus on Shane. I say this now, cause I can already see the emails coming in, wanting to know where he was in this chapter. If you didn't get it, the song from the last title was Ballroom Blitz, by Sweet. A few have asked me how I choose the titles. Well if you pay attention to the story, the songs usually have a double meaning. Like, Ballroom Blitz is about everyone having a good time, till a guy starts a fight in a bar. And its even mentioned that the girl the guy wants, thinks that she is a passionate one. So there you go, keep the comments coming, they really do help. And I try to answer everyone, so if I missed yours I'm sorry. Thanks chefinthewild@yahoo.com