A Year in the Life
Secrets Part 2
By Bix Meister
This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.
If this is your first trip to my series, I suggest you start at the beginning, Snowplow. You will get to know the characters more.
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Secrets Part 2
Bank & Trust
"You made the wrong move buddy!"
That was it, nothing else, no greeting, he wasn't called Jase. Just "You made the wrong move buddy!"
The email that greeted Jason when he finally got up the nerve to sign on to his computer, was short and to the point. It wasn't the only one.
"I saw you kiss him. BIG MISTAKE!"
"KEEP AWAY FROM HIM, HE'S NOTHING BUT TROUBLE."
"I KNOW YER A COP I'LL END YOUR CAREER."
Jason wanted to ignore them, delete them, but above all else, he was a cop. He knew what he had was evidence. He also knew he had evidence of the Mad Dildoer. However, there was the big question. How was he going to be honest with the Captain when it came time to turn that evidence in? How could he explain why he was in the parking lot of the sauna?
Jason woke early that Monday morning and after a quick shower, got on his computer. As much as it pained him, he culled all of the emails into a file, password protected it, and then loaded it to a diskette.
He dressed in street clothes, leaving the jock in his drawer along with the cockring. The anonymous emails that used to make him feel manly, desirable, now made him cringe. On his way to the garage and his truck, he grabbed a large plastic bag from the kitchen drawer. It would be a makeshift evidence bag.
It might take him his entire shift, but Jason was going to come clean with the Captain.
Monday morning I awoke again, alone. Pete left me a large note this time, taken from the notepad I had used on Saturday, so much for my secret planning. He told me he was off helping Derek with the "project" I would have to trust that whatever the "project" was, Pete had his reason to keep it a secret.
The memory of our mid-winter problems was still fresh in my mind. Luckily for us trust, lust and love had been guiding us since our short lived breakup. I felt those guiding principles Friday night using the sling, Saturday afternoon in the hot tub, and Sunday morning in bed. These were the memories that helped me jerk out a load during my pre-work shower.
Trust also helped me later on that day when I got an email from Pete telling me he would be late coming home and might miss our Monday night Antiques Roadshow date. Oh well, a quick stop at the Italian Deli would provide tonight's solo dinner.
In Jason's life there were three men who knew him, knew what made him tick: his Dad, the Captain, and now Bub. The Captain was the one who probably knew Jason the best. He saw how unfocused Jason was that Monday morning, and pulled him into his office.
"Jason, fess up, there's something wrong." He motioned for Jason to sit. Though he hated to admit it, the Captain saw himself as a father figure in the years since Jason's dad left the scene. As part of the investigation into Jason's dad, he knew details that he felt he could never share with Jason. He also knew exactly how to get Jason to talk.
He used every weapon in his arsenal as he walked confidently towards the seated young cop. With his strong arms crossed on his expansive chest, thick legs wide set, he looked down on Jason. "Something's not right son, you don't have that bounce in your step today.
"Boy" Jason thought, "what would he think of me if he saw the bounce in my step Saturday." Jason tried to erase that image from his mind as he looked up to the Captain. The intense eyes he saw made him look away.
"I need time Captain, I think I am onto something, I just have to be a good cop and gather the evidence needed before I can share it with you. Do you trust me enough to give me the time?"
The Captains eyes caught Jason's. The silent nod was just what Jason needed to see. "Son I believe in you. You are just the right man to take care of this, whatever it is. Fill me in on a "need to know" basis. HOWEVER, always know I am here to help you if you get in far too deep."
Jason was about to get up, certain that he had been dismissed, then the Captain locked the door. "I'd be wrong if I didn't bring up something important. Remember how I had a friend down at the Hallet Dock with security footage of a policeman in his cruiser?"
Jason gulped at the memory. "I certainly do Captain."
"Well I think you should know that the department has had a certain downtown establishment under surveillance ever since there were reports of prostitution happening there in the upstairs private rooms. They had me review some tapes yesterday. There was a technical glitch, and some of the footage is bad, but I saw a late model Chevy pick-up in the lot. Do I need to go on?"
Jason slumped in his chair. He thought his earlier comments had bought him time, time he could use while walking his beat. Time to get his story straight. Hell, he didn't even know how much the Captain had seen.
Jason had only one option, honesty, so he took it. "Captain, I think I need help in this investigation, do you have the time?"
Again the Captain nodded wordlessly. "Just how can I help you?"
"Wait here, I have evidence to retrieve that will help us." The Captain unlocked the door, opening it for Jason. "Be right back, but first you have to promise me you won't judge me. What I am about to tell you, I have never told another person, well, except one."
"You have my word."
The Captain paced around his office. Though Jason was only gone a minute, it felt longer to the Captain. He knew things about Jason he didn't want to admit he knew, but the anticipation of what was about to be shared trumped all of his previous knowledge.
Jason returned with his duffle. He needed the upper hand this time so he asked the Captain to sit. The Captain leaned back in his chair, trying his best to look nonchalant. "So what is it Jason? Spill it."
"Captain, I have reason to believe that I am being stalked."
"What?" The Captain almost fell backwards in his chair at the news. He sat upright, then leaned on the desk. "Stalked? What makes you think that?"
"I've been getting these emails, they were fun at first, but over the weekend they turned ugly. I also believe that whoever is sending them to me is the Mad Dildoer." Jason put the duffle on the desk, reached in and pulled out the diskette. "Captain I want you to look at these, but first of all I need to tell you about this.
The nine-inch dildo flopped onto the desk. The Captain looked at it, then at Jason. Jason saw the Captain gulp. Maybe he had gone too far, maybe this was part of the surveillance videos that were damaged. However, whatever the case was, the dildo was on the desk, there for the Captain to see. All that was missing was the story.
"Captain, I'm bisexual, in love with a man, and I think I am in way over my head." The words started to flow from Jason. He started with Fred, admitting his involvement in the false arrest. He then went on to tell of his glory hole experience, only leaving out his father in laws involvement. He remembered the stern warning from his father in law and left him out of the first sauna story too.
He talked in detail of Bub, without using names. How he had found the dildo the first time, and how he had used it to relive losing his cherry. He cautioned the Captain. "Do me a favor and don't swab it for DNA, because you may get mine."
The details of the weekend tryst in the sauna were suitably vague, the Captain could read between the lines. However, since Jason was unclear on exactly what was on the video, he spilled his guts about the public kiss. "Captain, I don't know what to do. I honestly believe I love him."
"Jason, there is a line between love and lust. You're just horny because you aren't getting anything from Ashley."
Jason shook his head knowing the truth. He thought of their last kiss, it was love. "Let's get back to the facts. The dildos are being found in my precinct, in places I go. At least one of them was taken from a place where I had hid it, and then it reappeared right by my truck. Wait, the last one wasn't in our precinct, it was downtown. I am pretty sure whoever put it there, followed me."
The Captain and Jason spent the next hour going over the evidence. The unexpected connection between the Mad Dildoer and Jason, plus the increasingly threatening emails, changed the focus of the case. It was no longer considered a harmless prank. They decided to send out feelers to local law enforcement agencies. Maybe someone in the Arrowhead Region had experience with crimes associated with sex toys.
When they were done, the Captain made one last decision. "I hope you realize this means I will have to be pulling you from walking the beat. We'll need your expertise behind the scene. You might even have to go undercover. Who knows, this can be the next step in your promotion to detective."
I picked up the order of lasagna and salad at the Italian Deli. I wasn't looking forward to an evening alone, but to be honest, alone time was rare in our relationship, so I could survive one night of solitude. I pulled up to the stoplight and looked towards the bank. If I wasn't mistaken I saw Pete's truck leaving the lot. There was a man in there with him, but it definitely was not his son Derek, or Derek's partner Justin. He turned, but not in the direction of Derek's Morgan Park house. As he turned, I saw the sign for the bank. Spirit Valley Bank & Trust. I had to trust Pete, in whatever was going on.
The parking lot of the Canal Park restaurant was starting to fill up when Martin got there. He had planned to be there early, and in fact was, but he decided to use the time to clear his head by driving Park Point.
Park Point is a long, narrow sand bar connected to Canal Park by the Aerial Lift Bridge. The Bridge spans the canal that was built to allow large ships to enter the inner harbor of Duluth. The bridge lifts in the center when larger vessels need to go under. When that happens, traffic stops on either side of the bridge. The locals refer to this as getting "bridged"
Martin was "bridged" on Monday, and thus late for his meeting with FargoneBear and his partner WstDlhBear. He entered the restaurant and was sure that they had left. He saw the two men from Pete's softball team so he decided to say hi to them.
"Good game last week, too bad the best team didn't win" Martin said.
"I thought you looked familiar, we saw you up the shore at the pie place on Saturday, didn't we?" Gino said. "Yeah, we got screwed, and not in a fun way." Brent kicked Gino under the table. "By the way, my name's Gino, and this guy here is Brent."
Martin offered his hand "Martin, but my friends call me Marty." Brent motioned for Marty to sit. "I was supposed to meet someone here, but it looks like they might be late."
"That's odd, we were supposed to meet someone here... Wait... WrestlinDad?" Brent said.
"FargoneBear?"
The men stood to hug each other. Brent gave Marty a quick kiss on his cheek, noticing a tear, he dabbed it away quickly. "I feel the same way Marty, so glad to finally meet you."
The Captain sat on his favorite stool at the West End diner. Someone tried to give the West End a fancy name by calling it Lincoln Park, but it would always be the West End to the Captain. A juicy burger was in the plans for the night, and then a trip home where he might try out the dildo he had received in the mail the previous week.
Damn, his talk with Jason really got to him earlier in the day. He was horny as hell after Jason told him that he was something he could never admit to, out loud at least. Yep the Captain was bi, but due to his position, he kept one side of his life well hid.
"Beautiful day innit?" The booming voice to his right startled him. "Sorry I work outside most of the time and forget my inside voice."
The Captain turned towards the mountain of a man sitting beside him. "Hey, I know you, you work down at the lumber yard dontcha?" He offered his hand to the large guy. Two large mitts grasped his hand in a powerful handshake.
"Yep, that's me. M'name's Rolf. Care to join me in a booth? Tired of eating alone. My treat. It's the least I can do for someone who helps make the streets safe in my neighborhood."
The hostess overheard them. "Got a booth over by the window. Does that work for you?"
"Hey, how'd you know I was a cop?" the Captain said as he sat down.
"Let's just say that I am all knowing. But it also could be that I know which team you play on, I played on the other one last week. I arrived late, you probably didn't notice lil ole me in the resulting melee."
"That wasn't my proudest moment, believe me. But I stand by my guys." The Captain looked at the large man filling the other side of the booth. To be honest, the Captain didn't have a type, but the smile and the warmth it represented, quickly made Rolf his type.
"So what's on the menu that looks tempting to you?" Rolf said. He knew what he wanted, and hoped the Captain was thinking the same thing.
I got off the phone with Derek. He said Pete may be later than planned, he was out getting supplies for the "project". I had one thought as I heated up the lasagna. Bank and Trust. Trust Pete.
The friendship that Brent and Marty had cultivated online, grew as they got to know each other in person. Gino, who had been almost an abstract concept to Marty, came to life. If patrons in the restaurant paid any attention to them, they might think they were old friends, becoming reacquainted, which in fact was the case.
"We'll have to introduce you to the gang tomorrow night at the bar" Gino said.
"Too late, I think I met almost every one of them after that night at Kyle and Pete's place."
Brent's jaw dropped. "You mean Kyle and Pete are the men you hooked up with?" Damn, when you hook up YOU HOOK UP. You got the cream of the crop there buddy."
Marty blushed, realizing he said more than he planned. "It's more than that. Kyle, along with you Brent, did his best to kick me out of my comfort zone. It's great seeing the love in couples like the two of you, and the two of them. It gives me hope that I will find it for myself."
"I hope you find that love, and some great sex along the way" Gino said. "Just so you know, Brent and I have an open relationship, if the two of you want to... ummm... you know... You have my blessing."
Marty looked to Brent, winked and then said "I don't know. I have grown to love this man almost like a son. It seems almost too incestuous. No offense Brent, you are one hot man."
Brent thought of his friend's screenname and his frequently used version of it. "Dad, I feel the same way. And the feeling is mutual on the hotness. Just wait 'til the chatroom hears how handsome you are in person, everyone will be jealous of me."
Rolf dabbed his lush beard with his napkin, and then placed it on the plate. "Sir, thanks for being the perfect dinner guest. I appreciate bantering with an intelligent man any chance I get." He raised an eyebrow, saw the Captains Adam's apple gulp. "You sounded interested in my house. I got the start of a wine cellar in the old church." Rolf moved his hand to the Captain's, gently touching it. "Want to share a bottle of vino with me?"
The Captain flinched, pulled his hand back for a second, then sighed. His grabbed the offered hand, looked in Rolf's eyes. "As long as it's a red."
Solo Antiques Roadshow didn't hold the appeal that it did when I watched it with Pete. Even the glass of red wine came up short. I still had the image of Pete and that man in his truck. They were miles away from Derek's house in Morgan Park. Bank and Trust, Bank and Trust. I had to remember it.
"Those stained glass windows are amazing. I'd love to see them in daylight." The Captain caught what he said, regretting it almost immediately.
"Oh that can be arranged" Rolf winked. "You have tomorrow off, maybe you can stop by. I'd love for you to see the play of light the colors make on these old oak floors." He looked at the Captain. The lamp on the sofa end table gave his face a handsome glow. Their glasses and the bottle were empty, he thought of getting another one, but wanted clear heads to prevail. "Captain, I don't know how to say this, but I'd love to kiss you."
He leaned forward. The Captain hesitated for a second, but soon the two men were in each other's arms. Rolf drew away for a second, inhaling the scent of the Captain. "Damn, you're beautiful, and you smell even better."
The Captain inhaled deeply, then started to kiss the big man again. He allowed his hands to get to know Rolf. Fingers combed through Rolf's full beard, then found his gut. One hand grazed the short hairs of Rolf's head, finding the bald spot, while the other grabbed onto the hard dick that tented the pants below Rolf's large belly. "Perfect" he said coming up for air.
Rolf found the Captain's own thick dick. "Likewise handsome, just about my size. Anything more than a mouthful is a waste." He went back to kissing the Captain, laying him down on the sofa as the two of them satisfied mutual needs.
"Wanna?" Rolf said, nodding towards the choir loft bedroom.
"I do, but damn, I can't, I just can't. Sorry buddy, this is just too much, too soon. I got a big case that is weighing heavy on my mind..."
"Maybe I can help you get it off your mind. You told me you have tomorrow off, and you said you wanted to see the sunlight through the windows..."
The Captain bolted upright. "I just can't." He shook his head. "Maybe another time buddy, give me a raincheck." He started towards the door, his hard dick leading the way.
Rolf stopped him at the door, pulled him in. "You know where to find me. Use the raincheck anytime."
With an almost chaste kiss, the Captain was out the door."
Eight on a Monday night and I was alone. I hadn't gone to a chatroom in a while so I decided to venture into an old haunt. The Bears4Bears room was hopping with old names, some I remembered from my Chicago days. But there was something new to me, the screenname of a new friend. I contacted him in IM.
CoffezBruin: WrestlinDad? Is that you? How'd your "date" go.
WrestlinDad: Perfect, it seems like everyone I meet just gets nicer and nicer. You'd like him, in fact you already do.
CoffezBruin: Already do? What do you mean?
WrestlinDad: Well my friend turned out to be your buddy Brent, and OOOPS I kinda let it slip that we had uhhh played around. Sorry about that. Joining you guys tomorrow night at the bar as a matter of fact.
I smiled. Our little group of connected men got larger and even more connected with the addition of Marty. I just hoped that we wouldn't overwhelm him.
Rolf rinsed out the wine glasses, placing them in the dish drainer. He then retrieved the cork and bottle. With great care Rolf wrote "The Captain-May-1 2000" on the cork, then placed it in the large goblet that sat in the kitchen window. Each cork represented a bottle shared with a friend. This one had the most meaning to him. He thought it odd they had shared such an intimate kiss, but he still didn't know his name.
He started towards the old choir loft. Another night alone he thought. Then he heard the rapping at the door. He opened, finding the Captain. "Does the raincheck still hold?"
Rolf threw his arms open, the Captain filled them. "Damn I need you. I've been denying this need for far too long." The Captain started to kiss Rolf, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. "I don't care how this night ends, I just need to feel your body next to mine." He reached into Rolf's shirt, felt his hairy belly. "Damn Rolf, your body is a furnace."
"It comes in handy in the bedroom, it's kinda drafty up there. I think I said this before but Wanna?" Again Rolf lifted an eyebrow, nodded towards the choir loft.
"I wanna more than anything on earth."
Rolf lifted the large Captain as easily as he lifted bags of river rock. He carried him up the steps to the voluminous bedroom loft, and placed him on the white down comforter. "I'm gonna take my time Captain" he shook his head slowly, "cuz you are worth it." Rolf started to unbutton the rest of his shirt. "Me first, gonna finish what you started." He slowly unbuttoned every button, revealing the expanse, and strength of his large gut.
Slowly he let the shirt drop off his shoulders. Moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows, highlighting the fur that mingled with Rolf's generous beard. "We had a good bottle of vintage vino tonight. I'm about to let you savor some nectar with a more recent vintage. Rolf unzipped his pants, they fell to the floor, leaving him in his precum soaked boxer briefs.
"Your turn" Rolf strode towards the bed, dressed only in his shorts and socks. He bent over and slowly undid the laces on the Captains shiny black shoes. One by one he removed them and carefully placed them on the floor. The Captain started to undo his shirt. "UHN UH, allow me" Rolf said as he bent over to unbutton the shirt. His lips lightly touched the Captain's, the Captain shivered.
"I know, I felt the same thing" Rolf said. "Been too long, been too long since you have felt that spark." He raised an eyebrow, the Captain trembled. "Yeah, you do it to me too buddy, I thought I felt that spark a few weeks back, but you're starting a fire babe."
Rolf finished unbuttoning the Captains shirt, pulled it off him. He started a trail of kisses through the muscular chest that mirrored his own, and down through the tight gut. Rolf's generous belly would leave this one in the shade, but he loved the contrast.
When Rolf got to the waist, he hesitated for a second, the Captain understood why. Strapped to his hip was his regulation revolver. The Captain had dealt with this before, he put Rolf at ease. "Allow me" he said as he undid the holster. He carefully placed the gun on the right night stand, and then laid back down.
"Have at it" he said. Rolf undid the belt buckle, then extracted the belt, loop by loop. He unsnapped the Captain's waistband, unzipped the jeans, and slowly pulled them down over the Captains meaty ass, and tented shorts.
Civilian and Cop were at a standoff. Equalized in shorts and socks the two of them questioned what was next. Rolf vocalized their confusion. "Even though I've used it before, I hate the old line, what are you into? I just want to be into you. Let's kiss and see what comes next."
The captain yanked Rolf into his arms. "You'll figure it out. Damn, you figured me out, knew exactly what I needed tonight before I even did." The Captain was an aggressive kisser, wrestling Rolf on the stark white down comforter. His hands were everywhere, but concentrated mostly on Rolf's large gut. "God, your gut is as strong as any body builder I know."
"Sexier too" Rolf winked. He got a chuckle out of the Captain, which quickly turned into a moan when he grabbed the Captain's ass. "Yeahhhhh, you like that doncha?" Rolf purred. His hand crept under the waistband of the Captain's shorts and felt the lightly furred, thick ass of the policeman. "Yeah, that's a man's ass."
Rolf's strong hands massaged both of the Captain's cheeks as he rolled with him on the bed. The comforter rustled as Rolf slowly manipulated the shorts down, leaving the Captains butt bare. The Captain pulled the boxer briefs completely off, then threw them on the floor. He then did the same to Rolf's precum soaked shorts. When he was done he laid down on the big man, kissing him again.
"Wanna see what you do to me?" the Captain questioned. Rolf nodded. The Captain straddled Rolf's chest with his tree trunk thick legs. He crossed his arms on his chest, and looked down at the man beneath him on the bed. It was his power position, often used to intimidate people he was questioning them, but tonight it was there to bring attention to one thing. There out front, was a beautifully curved, rigid five-inch dick.
"Beautiful" Rolf whispered. "Beautiful" he repeated. He grabbed the dick. "Perfect! Can I?" Without waiting for permission, Rolf leaned forward and sucked in the Captain's dick. The Captain rocked back and forth, his arms still crossed. He rolled his head back and clenched his ass while Rolf continued to suck him.
"I'm no porn star, but I make the most of what I have." The Captain uncrossed his arms. His right hand went down to caress Rolf's face. The Captains thumb held Rolf's cheek, gently stroking it. "Beautiful" he said. His hand then combed through Rolf's abundant beard. "Perfect" the Captain whispered.
Rolf laid back, letting the Captains dick fall from his mouth. "I've seen that ass in uniform pants, softball shorts and tonight, those sexy jeans. Now I gotta see it in the raw. D'ya mind giving me a show?"
The Captain got off the bed, stood almost timidly. "Me? Show?"
"Yes, you. You've got the perfect body. Show your pride by giving me a show."
The Captain turned slowly. Rolf got up on his elbows to watch the Captain as he moved. The Captain's back was too him, he stood there with his thick legs wide, his hands on his hips. "Hold that" Rolf commanded. "Flex that ass for me... Yes..." he purred.
The Captain twisted his trunk, look over his broad shoulder at Rolf. "Like that?" The smile on Rolf's face clued him in. In Rolf's desire the Captain found the inspiration he needed for the rest of the show. His moves became slow and deliberate. He turned 90 degrees to give Rolf a side view, then moved his right leg forward, bent the left, forcing his butt back. "How about this?" the Captain said, flexing his butt cheeks once again.
Rolf couldn't hold back the groan that escaped from his lips. He absentmindedly stroked his precum slicked dick while the Captain completed his turn. The Captain faced him in his power position. His strong legs were wide set, his shoulders square, and his arms crossed on his muscular chest. Rolf's groan became a growl when he saw the handsome face that topped off this masculine body.
He had seen the Captain many times in the years he had lived in Duluth. He had always silently admired his thick eyebrows, deep blue eyes, strong nose and soft lips. He had noticed the ever present five o'clock shadow. Though he often had imagined the Captain with a beard, he was sure the man struggled to keep his face shaven to maintain department regulations. Every time he had seen the Captain before, he looked official. That night he saw the human side.
"C'mere Captain, I got something for ya." Rolf stroked his cock as the Captain walked towards him. "Ever had an expert rim your ass? I have the sudden need to lick butt."
A smile filled the Captain's face as he laid down by the big man. "You do have me figured out don't ya?" Rolf pulled the Captain into a kiss, let his thumbs flick over the sandpapery whiskers that were clearly in need of permission to grow, or a sharp razor to trim them back. "Like that huh? Just like I love your beard. I'm Bi, and when I am with a guy, I want to be with a GUY, get what I mean?"
"Sure do. I'm all gay here, but MEN are what I am into. And man, did I get a man tonight. Now give me that man-ass, I need to eat some butt."
The Captain got up, and shifted his body around. He then straddled Rolf and bent forward. Rolf got up on his elbows and contemplated the beautiful bare butt before him. The Captain steadied himself with one arm on the bed as Rolf used both hands to massage his cheeks. "Damn, your ass is so meaty." He pulled the beefy butt closer to his face, inhaled the musk deeply. "Yes, this is one ass I can't resist." He placed his nose into the crevice, inhaled, then started to lick.
"OH FUCK" the policeman groaned. "You know what you're doing don'tcha? Gonna have me opening up for the tongue of yours. Damn you are talented." Rolf held onto the Captain's furry butt as he dragged his beard along the crack. The Captain shifted back, planting his ass right in Rolf's face. The sudden shift also left Rolf's dick open for the Captain's attention. "You and I both know what's next, gotta slick this thick dick up if I am going to get fucked."
Rolf snorted as he continued to tongue the Captain's tail. He had to laugh because he did intend to fuck the Captain. It was a mere thought at dinner time, a dream over a bottle of wine, a probability when the captain returned, and a certainty when he flexed his ass earlier. Rolf could sense it. If the Captain needed anything to take his mind off whatever case was troubling him, it was a good, thorough rimming and fucking. Rolf was only happy to oblige.
Rolf pulled away for a moment, and blew softly on the Captain's hole. The unexpected touch made him shiver. He released Rolf's dick from his mouth, and then straightened up. He pivoted on one knee 180 degrees and then fell into the big man's arms.
"I need to be fucked so bad, but be warned, it's been years." The gentle whisper masked the urgency in the Captain's voice.
"I know, I can tell, and I need it the same way." He laid on his side, pulling the cop into his arms. His large belly fit perfectly into the small of the Captains back, his dick rested at the freshly licked hole. His thick knob started to slowly nudge the beautiful rosebud he had just kissed. "Don't worry babe, once I get this in, the rest is easy."
The Captain caught the slow groove. He thought of the old Isley Brother's jams he used to seduce girlfriends back in the day. But he wasn't "Beneath The Sheets" with a sweet young thing, but on top of a down comforter with a man his age. A man whose thick dick was already halfway in his ass. This flesh and blood dick was suddenly making his recent purchase superfluous. Maybe that was the clue. Did Jason know anyone who suddenly had no need for their fake dicks because they had found a source for the real thing.
"Earth to Captain, Earth to Captain" Rolf joked, pulling the Captain out of his reverie. "Damn I got my dick wedged in your ass and your mind is off in la la land?"
"Sorry, I just haven't felt this good in years." A convenient truth garnered the Captain a moment's reprieve.
"If this is good, I am about to make it better." The confidence in Rolf's voice spurred the Captain on. He started to buck back, meeting each thrust Rolf gave him. "Oh no you don't. You are not going to make me come that easily. 'Sides I need to see your eyes when I fill that butt."
The Captain knew what was coming, so he pulled off Rolf's thickness, then laid on his back, yanking his thighs towards his chest. "Yeah" Rolf growled, 'that's it." He got between the Captain's thick legs and slowly entered his ass. Those deep blue eyes look up at him while he bottomed out. "I know it's been a while, but I'm gonna have your ass singing before long." Rolf lifted the Captain's legs, rested them against his prodigious belly, and started slamming away.
There indeed was a heavenly sound from the converted choir loft bedroom. It was the joyous noise of two men, being two men. God was mentioned repeatedly, and if you had been there to listen, you might have heard a hallelujah or two.
Mario stood in the empty warehouse building. Months earlier he had been welcomed back to Duluth with fanfare, but tonight only his realtor and banker knew he was back in town. He wanted all loose ends tied up before he would show is father Giorgio, and godfather Pete the surprise endeavor he was about to embark on.
The pillow talk was the easy part for Rolf. It felt natural for him to hold the Captain in his arms. He hadn't had such natural, one on one intimacy with a man in years, if ever. He was certain his new lover would stay, if asked, but he still had one hurdle.
"Now I know I shouldn't say this to a cop, but I've got something to confess. I wouldn't blame you if you left because of this, but there is something I need to be totally honest about."
"You're not responsible for any crimes are ya?" the Captain joked. "I still have that unsolved case from the seventies."
Rolf chuckled, then rolled over and pulled open the bottom drawer on his night stand. From there he extracted a CPAP mask. "If you wanna post bail now because of this, I understand, but if not, I sleep on this side and I'm the small spoon. The noise isn't really that bad, it's better than how loudly I used to snore before I got it.
Mario flicked off the lights of the warehouse, and then locked the doors. He inserted the key into the ignition of Jeep Wrangler, then headed to the nearby Motel 6. The flash and spectacle of the Pro Wrestling ring never appealed to him anyway, so these bits of economizing allowed him to plow his money into the new business.
He wanted to explore his old hometown so he took a detour through the West End. That was one thing he acquired from his father, his distaste for the "New Improved" names Duluth had been promoting. The West End was filled with local businesses, warehouses, homes, and yes, a few run-down houses. It was a once thriving place, and Mario saw an opportunity for it to thrive again. But it would only succeed through hard work, not rebranding as Lincoln Park.
Mario noticed one unfortunate reminder of the West End's reputation as a bad area. As he drove along Michigan Street, near I-35, he saw a man carry a rolled bag from his old pick-up to a spot under a raised part of the roadbed. One more homeless man was seeking shelter for the night.
The Captain stared off at the moonlight coming through the stained glass windows. The rhythmic sound of Rolf's CPAP machine was almost like white noise. It was enough to slowly lull him closer to sleep as he thought about Jason's case. Earlier that day he felt the closest he had ever felt to his protégé, and right now he was feeling the same need for male closeness that Jason had been feeling lately. He finally gave into the white noise, and fell asleep, holding Rolf tightly.