Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities. It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.
Turning the Page 2001 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. Write to Paul at magic-organ@usa.net
TURNING THE PAGE
(From the previous chapter)
Adam met Nils at the Police Station in his office, where Nils showed him the remains of the "bomb", the entire file, fingerprints and construction particulars.
"Not much to go on," Adam remarked, "and a fingerprint needs a suspect. That's it, huh?"
"Yes. I'll keep trying, though. Might stumble onto a possibility." Very quietly, he moved beside Adam and whispered, "Meet me around the square in 20 minutes."
Nils walked Adam to the door of his office and showed him the way out. "And thanks for stopping in, we will look into your problem."
He looked around the office, spotting his two sergeants at their desks just outside his door. "Sergeants, would you step into my office a minute."
Sgt. Jenny Svenson and Sgt. Rocco Ferallini met the Lieutenant in front of his desk, wondering what this was all about.
But Sgt. Ferallini spoke first, bursting out with, "Hey, Loot, what kinda problem has that fag got, huh? We don't need no fuckin' queers around here."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You know, Ferallini, you seem to be seeing gays all over the place. I was told that it takes one to know one. Is that right?", Jenny accused him.
Nils kept his temper in check. "That's enough, both of you," Lieutenant Berger cautioned the two sergeants. "This is about your assignments for the next week or so, particularly tonight, when you will be doing surveillance on the farm house where our suspect lives. You will do whatever is necessary to keep your cover, even 'pretend petting'' when necessary. Can you handle that, Jenny?"
Sergeant Jenny Svenson was not happy, "I understand our orders, Lieutenant, and I'll cooperate, but if he (pointing at Rocco) sticks his tongue in my mouth again, I'll bite it off, and I mean it."
"Ok, that's it. Now, you two are to observe only, you will not reconnoiter or go near the house, and I want you to leave if anyone comes near you. I don't want to get the dealer worked up before we have the evidence we need, and no screw-ups so that the evidence is tainted and unacceptable to the courts and the DA. You start well after dark, maybe even after 10, so that you aren't going to be noticed, and besides that, you will take no weapons with you, you are just a couple stopping in a quiet lane. Any questions?
The two sergeants shook their heads and left the Lieutenant's office, signed out to go home to get some rest before their long stake out, probably taking most of the night and early morning, where they will be consumed with boredom and disgust with each other.
Nils closed his office door, then made a call to forensics in the basement of the police station where the two technicians worked to discover any leads from the evidence in the bomb brought in to them.
He talked to Jake about the so-called bomb, about what it contained and what it didn't contain, impressing on the technician the importance of not revealing anything about the note they found which Nils preempted. He emphasized that there had been no note, they never saw a note and they would inform anyone, including any policemen, asking about a note that it had never existed. Whoever planted that 'bomb' will begin to wonder soon what happened to the note he/she left inside the box, addressed to Congressman Keith and why nothing has been reported about it. Then, Nils hoped, the 'bomber' would be exposed by his interest in the bomb and note.
Nils locked his office and left the building. Adam would be waiting for Nils to pick him up somewhere around the square. The blond lieutenant started his car, headed for the square and only made two left turns before he spotted Adam, tall and dark, slim but athletic looking, walking slowly along the curb. It only took two seconds for Adam to appear by the car, once he had noticed Nils, dropped onto the seat and pulled the door shut.
Nothing was said between the two men until the car was out of the city, heading toward Nils house, a restored farm house from the previous century, where he had worked for almost 10 years renovating what had been his parents' home. Since his mother and father couldn't do the work of running a 120 acre farm, they had retired, sold the land except for a plot around the house and moved to Florida. Within two years of retiring the couple had both passed away, leaving all the money from the sale of the farm and their savings to Nils since he was an only child, making him mostly independent of his police salary. Nils told Adam some of that before they arrived.
"Nils, I've been wanting to talk to you so I'm glad you set this up this afternoon for us to get together. However, I suppose since I will soon be connected to Mike's campaign, we'd better be very cautious about our meetings, right?" Adam looked at Nils, really taken with this blond man, so attractive to him that his dick was making preliminary stirrings of a large erection in progress running across his groin. He crossed his legs to cover it up, and smiled self- consciously.
Nils concentrating on the road, didn't see that move, but answered, "Yes, Adam, we'll have to watch meetings unless we are in a group. I have wanted to talk to you, too, to see if you have any ideas about stopping these Fag Trappers." He braked and turned into the driveway. "Oh, here we are." And, he thought, I'd like to see a whole lot more of you, he smiled, wondering just how he really meant that.
Adam was very impressed with Nils' house, still a old farm house in style, yet completely renovated. "Man, Nils, you've done a lot of work on this, was that by yourself or with help?"
"That's all mine, Adam, every bit of paint, woodworking, design and whatever. Glad you like it."
Nils activated the garage door opener, driving in and immediately closing the door, so that they would enter the house unseen. Nils had no idea if anyone watched his house, but wasn't taking any chances since he didn't want to be accused of favoring one side or the other. Mike's opponent in the congressional race was a real sleaze, a jerk of the first water, probably crooked.
After popping a couple cans of beer, Nils and Adam sat in lawn chair behind the house, overlooking an acre or two of mown lawn. They looked at each other occasionally, neither one sure of how to start the conversation. Nils suggested a quick tour of the house, so they went in and viewed the kitchen, living room and dining room, then upstairs two baths, one connected with the master bedroom with its huge king-sized bed, very masculine decor, another to serve two guest bedrooms. Adam was very complimentary about the whole place, excellent work. They returned to the lawn chairs, a little more at ease with each other.
Nils started, "Adam, how do you know Brian?"
Adam thought a moment about where to start, "I worked for Brian's father, taking care of his cars, house and all-around caretaker duties. After Brian's mother died, Brian was another of another duty I was given, to care for a young teenager, more or less take over the mother's job since Brian's father spent most of his time out of the state or out of the country. I like Brian very much, in fact I love him especially because he is my brother, well, actually step-brother."
Nils starts, surprised "How does he feel about that?"
"He doesn't know, he never knew of his father's first wife, my mother. You are the only person who knows that besides myself. I've never told Brian, or Mike. I haven't decided when I want to tell them, but not yet. OK?"
"Yes, sure, I'll not mention it. No wonder you stick so close to Brian, I'm sure he loves you too."
Adam nods, agreeing, "But he loves me not as he loves Mike, he's IN love with Mike, but as he loves a friend and brother, even though he does not actually know it. I've been with him and the family so long and I've raised him by myself through all his teen years."
Nils remembers something that Mike said that morning that now made some sense. "Adam, Mike said that Brian had a couple homosexual experiences before he'd met him. I didn't think much about that then , but just figured out. Those experiences must have been with you. You wouldn't have permitted anyone else getting that close to Brian. Right?"
Adam smiled, chuckling, "You're a damn smart man, Nils, no wonder you are a good detective. Actually he threw himself at me and I felt that I'd better be the one, not knowing just where he'd go otherwise. I went to bed one night and found this beautiful young man, naked, with a huge erection, in my bed, pleading with me. At that time he said he knew he was gay."
"When I needed information for the investigation, Adam, I asked Mike about his and Brian's relationship, whether it was as the "bomb" note said or not. He did tell me about their partnership, how they felt and how they now belong to each other."
"At the time, there was no reason for me to ask about you, no investigative reason. But for my own information, Adam, let me ask a question which you can answer or not as it pleases you. Since I know you've been with at least one man, which do you prefer, men or women?
Adam didn't hesitate, "No question, Nils. I have had occasional sex with a woman, but not in a long time. It's men all the way for me. Could I ask you the same question?" He couldn't wait to hear what Nils would say.
Nils actually blushed, not knowing quite what to say. "Ahh, Adam, I've never had actual intercourse with either sex, just some kid stuff in high school, both male and female. I'm probably as close to a real virgin as you'll ever see over the age of 26. It's been just a whole complex set of circumstances, no sex except with my hand. However, I believe I am much more attracted to men than women." Nils stared into Adam's eyes, "Some day I would like to test that, but not yet."
Adam smiled, his eyes searching Nils' vivid blue eyes, "I would hope that I might be able to help you test that belief, because, Nils, I'm sure that you would be a wonderful partner, since I must admit I'm sort of taken with you already. Have you sensed that?"
"Nothing would make me happier, Adam, but we'll have to put that on hold for a little."
They rose to take Adam back to his car, and Adam just couldn't hold back entirely, so he embraced Nils, holding that solid, sexy body close to his own, tentatively pressing his crotch into Nils own, his cheek against Nils placing a quiet kiss on Nils ear lobe. They broke apart reluctantly, each with a hard on, after which Nils drove Adam to his car and then went back to work.
The tall man slams the front door to his house, hollering, "Hey, Joey, where the hell are you, you little bastard?"
"Where do you thing I'd be, asshole, in the kitchen fixing your supper, like always."
The man removed his sport coat, unbuckling his shoulder holster and placing it and the gun in it into the closet. He stretched his arms and shoulders, walked into the kitchen, standing behind Joe, about 6 inches taller than Joe and at least 100 pounds heavier, but still a good, muscular shape.
Suddenly, Joe felt the big arm slip between his thighs, then the large hand cupping Joe's genitals, finally lifting Joe off the floor with just that hand and arm using his other arm to turn Joe to face him, gripping both the young man's buttocks tightly.
"Oh, no, let me finish our supper, man, it's almost ready."
"No, Joey, I'm too horny and I need to cum right now, ya got it? I'm gonna set you down and you are gonna get those shorts and T off right now? You hear?' he yelled.
The tall man practically dropped Joe on the floor, watching him as he slipped his shorts and briefs down and off his feet, then his t-shirt over his head. Joey was slender with well defined muscles and a proportioned shape, especially slim hips and a bold set of buttocks.
Joey pleaded,"Please man, don't fuck me, you hurt me, let me suck you off - I can do that real good, you know, but don't fuck me, man." Joey turned to face the man with a pleading look on his face.
"Now, Joey, didn't I wait until you were 18 before I fucked you for the first time, I never did it to you before that, but you're 18 now. Now shut up and get up on that table, lay down on your back because I'm going to give you a royal fuck you'll never forget."
Joe reluctantly climbed on top of the table onto his back, pulling his legs up over his chest, exposing his tender asshole toward the man, still unhappy about being fucked.
"Geez, Rocco, I know you're my brother and all, but you shouldn't do this, even if I am 18 now; what would happen to your stripes if they knew that you were screwing your brother a couple times a week."
"You little shit, you're my brother and I can do what I want with you and you won't tell anybody. I'm supporting you now, you get a room and food and my company; what more could you want?"
Rocco had gotten completely undressed by that time, and Joey looked at his brother's body, tall and well-muscled, especially pecs and abs, covered with a light dusting of black hair, slender hips and full buttocks over well-proportioned thighs and calves. At the apex of those legs hung a sagging scrotum of large testicles under a weighty cut cock, not wide but with a huge, bulging cockhead which was much larger around than the shaft itself. Joey really loved his brother, his body, his dick and balls, but wished he weren't so rough.
Moving toward Joey, "Quit complaining, Joey, I'm really hot right now, won't take me long to fill you ass with lots of hot cream."
"Damn it, Rocco, at least you could use a condom. Who knows where that thing's been."
Rocco placed his hands on Joey's buttocks, pulling them apart while both thumbs reached for his asshole, pressing into the wrinkled flesh and entering the anus, spreading those lips to ready them for his cock, now knocking at the door.
Joey groaned loudly, cringing as the huge cockhead pushed against his sphincter, harder and stronger until the head popped into Joey's asshole. He used no lubricant except his pre-cum and Joey was hurting, moaning softly, but so tensed up, muscles cramped and stinging, his breathing rapid and irregular and his heart pounding heavily in his chest. Joey held his genitals in his hands tightly, trying to protect them from the onslaught in his ass. There was nothing he could do but suffer quietly so Rocco won't rough him up again, that last time he couldn't work for two days.
Rocco was shoving his cock into Joey's hole, harder and faster each thrust, driving his dick deeper, to it's seven inch limit. He was sweating, getting hotter and burning with his desire for release, swelling and surging, pushing his love juice up and finally out, swamping Joey's rectum with the white, clotted liquid, scalding the tender tissues. He noted at the time that Joey's cock had also shot three or four streams of his cum to puddle on his muscular chest.
"Oh, Joey, that was the greatest, you have such a fantastic ass, just sucks my cock dry and eats it up. I'm so lucky to have a fag for a brother!"
"Damn it, Rocco, that hurt me, you know it did. I can't take that much longer, even if you are my brother!"
Rocco started laughing while he pulled out his cock, wiping it with a clean napkin from the table setting. "You little bastard, you came, I saw your jism splash on your chest, so you must have liked it. That's what tells me I'm still going to fuck you when and where I want. So shut up. I'm going to shower, then I'll eat."
That night, after Rocco had left for his assignment, Joey lay in his narrow bed, undressed down to his briefs, still feeling the burning and stinging in his asshole from Rocco's fucking him. Joey''s eyes were full of tears, because his bottom hurt, but also he was disappointed that his brother could make no confession of love. He sobbed quietly, sorry for himself, but also sorry for Rocco because Joey knew Rocco was gay, but wouldn't admit it to himself or to Joey. Sometimes, with the giant hard cock stuck in Joey's ass, his brother would gently caress his flesh almost absent mindedly, his legs and buttocks, once in a while tweaking his tits. He had to admit to himself that the screwing turned him on some, but it still hurt him, sometimes more than others. If only Rocco would admit he really loved him and they could have sex because they did love each other, then Joey would be happy because he loved and admired his brother, rough as he may be.
Slowly, gently, Joey sniffed a bit, slid his briefs down to his knees and held his cock and balls, softly fingering his sex organs, trying to excite them while he fantasized about his favorite man in River City, Lieutenant Nils Berger. Joey served him at the Hob Nob almost every day, trying to give him the best service of any of his customers. Joey knew that Nils looked at him a lot, staring at his crotch and butt. He frequently dreamed of being alone with 'his' Nils.
Joey now is frantically pounding his cock, visualizing Nils face and figure, especially his buttocks in those tight uniform pants. He is pounding his stiff ramrod with a tight fist, pulling on his balls in their sack as he did so, setting up the tense ecstacy he felt throughout his naked body, the tight muscles feeding his love craze when the tidal wave of semen and sperm shot out onto his sheets and his chest, pooling there. As his breathing slowed and his fevered blood started to cool, Joey relaxed, turned over and was soon asleep, the stress having been eased. The vision of Nils' handsome face, his light blond hair and killer smile was the last image in his brain as Joey drifted off.
The next morning the scene at campaign headquarters in River City was much more active than a few weeks earlier, with phones ringing and more people to answer them, computers printing and people to run them, even more printed campaign literature being put into envelopes by more young men and women from the college. And Liz Crouse handled all the activity, helpers and employees, besides planning strategy with Mike and his backers, also keeping Mike on task, getting him to luncheons, dinners, afternoon and evening meetings to spread his ideas and views with the electorate.
With all that, Liz still needed help so Brian had been promoted to office manager, since he and Mike had come to an agreement about his schooling last night. They found that the local college had a curriculum for high school seniors which would give the student high school and college credit at the same time, which course gives them also the opportunity of a more flexible schedule combining work and studies. Brian, with Mike as his guardian even though he didn't need one, had registered for the fall semester and would start in a few weeks.
Brian's desk adjoined Liz's desk mainly for more immediate access in some of those frenetic times when they were both too busy to do more than keep their heads above water. This day, the day after Adam was introduced to Nils, Brian awoke to find that Adam was on his long morning run and wouldn't be back before Brian had to be a work, frustrating him because he couldn't ask him about his appointment (or date?) with Nils. Well, he'd just have to hold his curious mind until he could talk to Adam later today.
Just before lunch, Brian was trying to look busy but his mind was concentrating on Mike, his lover and partner, remember their lovemaking the previous day on Adam's new bed even before he'd ever slept in it. Brian's dick was rock hard, aimed up at his navel behind his waist band, hiding under his large T-shirt, he couldn't stop recalling the love he gave Mike all over his wonderful body, especially his huge cock which shot streams of his hot cum down his throat. He couldn't forget how sexy it was to suck and lick each one of Mike's toes, he knew his dick was dripping on his pants.
"Pardon me, Brian, could I talk to you for a minute?"
Totally consumed by his day-dreaming, Brian didn't even hear Ben Heskett talking to him. So Ben tried again.
"Brian," he repeated more loudly, "can you hear me?"
This time he got through to Brian who sat up, automatically tried to hide his erection behind some papers he'd been supposedly reading, then looked at Ben and answered,"I'm sorry, Ben, I guess I was daydreaming, I didn't mean to ignore you," he smiled, slightly embarrassed, remembering just what he was day dreaming about, "why don't you sit down," he pointed to the chair beside his desk.
"What can I help you with, Ben." Brian was entranced by Ben's eyes, the kind that used to be called 'bedroom' eyes, deep set with narrowed lids sending a very sexy message, he thought.
Ben reddened, shyly speaking softly but very seriously, "I need to talk to someone, and I don't know anyone else that I could talk to," he bowed his head, looking at the floor, then into Brian's brilliant blue eyes, "Brian, I don't know what to do, and you are part of my problem," he hastily held up his palm, " oh, no, it isn't your problem, it's mine, but it concerns you in a way." Again he waited, obviously decided just what to say. "If we could, maybe we should go somewhere else?"
Brian considered what Ben had said, feeling that his problem was serious, and since it somehow included himself, he'd better help. "Well, Ben, it's almost lunch time so why don't we leave a little early, get some lunch, " he quickly said, "it's my treat, Ben, and I'll drive us up to the River Bluffs State Park and we'll talk. OK?"
Ben finally smiled, "Thanks, Brian, that would be great."
Brian selected a wooden table almost at the edge of the steep cliffs where they sat and started to eat their lunch. Neither said much while they ate, though Brian did ask questions of Ben about his life and situation, such as his touchy financial position, having acquaintances but no close friends and his family's farm.
After they finished and had thrown their trash in the barrel, the two young men sat side by side on the bench, facing the drop to the river far below. The whole park was clear of any other people, very quiet, beckoned the visitor to relax, beautiful greenery everywhere. Brian had come to think that Ben wasn't going to speak, so he'd better get the conference initiated himself.
"Ben," Brian started, "Can you tell me what the problem is that concerns me?" He smiled at Ben, "Just bring it out so we can look at the issue." While he was staring at he eyes, he was immediately aware that Ben's eyes were full of tears.
But Ben shook his head, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, then spoke, "Brian, please don't hate me when you hear this," he coughed and turn very pale, "I don't blame you if you are mad, but I couldn't help it." His hands were shaking and he moved nervously on his feet.
At that moment Ben finally told Brian exactly what happened when he was using the rest room, what he had overheard about Brian and Mike, but he thought they were great as lovers.
Brian turned ashen and closed his eyes as the whole story came out, all that he and Mike have been trying to keep secret will spread all over the territory and there goes the reelection campaign. As his mind whirled, his breathing slowed while he seemed to be in shock. What could he do now? What will Ben do now, who will he tell all this to or to whom has he already told? Keep calm, Brian, be careful with this young man, but you have to find out his intentions.
Brian spoke quietly, "Ah, Ben, you have some highly explosive information now, and of course I'm wondering what you plan to do with it. Have you told anyone besides me?"
Ben jumped up, standing in front of Brian, trying desperately to explain that he would never tell anyone. "Oh no! I know that this stuff could be very damaging to you and Mike Keith, but I have no intention of telling anyone, Brian, I wouldn't do that." Ben wrapped his arms around himself as if to keep warm, but probably more to calm his nerves, give him control.
Brian had watched Ben, standing before him, searching his tall, slender body, his mildly attractive face with its honest, earnest expression, and his clothes, a short sleeve cotton plaid shirt with light blue jeans which were fairly tight. What attracted Brian's gaze most was a huge bulge at Ben's crotch and then in the back where the jeans were stretched tightly over his buttocks, yet somehow pulled deep into his rear cleavage. He also noticed Ben's chest where the young man's nipples stuck out under the shirt, very erect and pointed. Brian decided that he could go for this guy, but, being true to Mike, he never would, yet hoped he could enjoy his company some more.
Brian needed to ask Ben another question, a very important one to himself, "Ben, you can answer this question or not, either way it's ok. Are you gay?"
"NO!, he yelled, then more quietly, "no, I don't think so," he bowed his head, one hand mussing his hair, looking back at Brian through a few tears, "oh, hell, I think I am, Brian, and I just don't know what way to turn ."
Brian stood up, moved beside Ben and threw an arm around his shoulders, trying to calm him since he looked to be in shock. "Ben, you probably know down deep whether you are gay or not, but if you are it isn't the end of the world. A gay man puts up with lots of trouble, harassment and stress, but the rewards can be tremendous as I've found out falling in love with Mike and him with me, our lives have been blessed with lots of love and affection, mutual intellect and understanding. We also enjoy undying respect and admiration, and exciting sexual enjoyment and fulfillment between us. What can I say, if you are lucky, that's what you can get."
Ben turned to face Brian and hugged him tightly, his mouth at Brian's ear when he spoke, "So I guess I'm gay, can you help me? I don't know what to do."
Hugging the young man Brian could not help enjoying the feeling of Ben's body, muscles and flesh and from what he could see, a large cock and balls to go with the butt of an Adonis or David. Brian couldn't help dreaming, visualizing his naked, full buttocks and a large cock, though unable to decide if he would be cut or uncut, not knowing much of his background. The dick would be slightly erect, seeping through the foreskin onto his shorts, on its way to full erection.
Standing there with Ben, holding him close, already dreaming of his body, Brian realized that he must break this physical connection before he goes too far, already his cock has risen much too hard in his khakis. Though he regrets having to let go, he pulls away and suggests that they get back to the city. While on the way back in Brian's car, they talk about Ben's situation and where he can go from here. Brian asks Ben to give him some time to figure out what to do, and reminds the young man the he, Brian, is pledged to Mike and nothing will break that contract.
Letting Ben off at the campaign office, Brian said, "Give me a chance to help, Ben, don't take any chances. I know we can help you, yes, I will tell Mike about you and I know he'll be glad to help. OK?"
"Ok, Brian, and thanks so much." He smiled, "I'll see you at work. Bye."
Suddenly, Brian realized he was behind Lt. Nils Berger's police car which almost immediately pulled into a parking place in from of the Hob Nob Restaurant. He decided to talk to Nils and found a parking place a little further toward the square.
Walking into the restaurant, Brian looked around and finally found Lr. Berger alone at a large booth in the back corner where he went over to join him.
"Hi, Lieutenant, are you waiting for someone, or can I sit with you?"
Nils who had been studying the menu which he had practically memorized, looked up to see Brian and smiled, "Hi Brian, no, I'm alone, and would enjoy your company. Would you like some lunch?"
Brian slid along the bench seat, "No, thanks, I already had lunch, but I need to ask you a question if you don't mind."
Nils nodded, "Sure, go ahead."
"First, Mike told you about he and I and our situation, didn't he? I'm mean what we signify to each other, being partners in all ways. Right?"
Nils hesitated, wondering just what to say.
"It's Ok Nils, I know he did. All I want you to do is just say it."
"Yes, Mike told me and Adam told me more. Just to set the record straight, I have no problem with your relationship, in fact I do envy you very much. You see, you have someone to be with and to love." Then he thought, unfortunately, I have not been so graced or so lucky.
Nils turned back to the menu, regretting that he'd been so open with Brian.
"Nils," Brian said quietly, "didn't you like Adam?"
He looked up, startled, then realized that Brian would know they had met and talked. He looked at Brian, then gradually a smile smoothed his face, those ultra blue eyes sparkled and he actually blushed, "Brian, we talked, but nothing else, though I think it is in the realm of possibility that something might happen. Yes, I like him very much."
"Well, Nils, he has no one besides Mike and me. No one that he loves." He took hold of Nils hand across the table, releasing it almost immediately, "No one," he paused, "and he deserves someone."
At the waiter's station, Joey had been watching Lt. Berger and the young man for quite a while, focusing on the two hands holding for just a few seconds. Hmmm, he thought, wonder who the young guy is, he's cute as hell, and why he'd be holding Lt. Berger's hand here, though I've seen him somewhere, can't remember. Well, I'd better take their order and maybe find out some things.
Joey still walked with difficulty after the fucking he got the night before, his butt still hurt a lot even though he tried to walk normally.
"Hi, Lt. Berger, can I take your order? And your friend, or is this your nephew, maybe?"
Nils laughed, "Nosy are we, today, Joey? Well, you can take my order and can meet a new friend of mine, Brian Whitlow, he's here from Washington and is helping with Congressman Keith's campaign where he also worked in Washington."
The light lit for Joey, this was the guy he saw with the Congressman the other day, leaving the campaign office.
"Hi, I'm Joey Montoni and this is my station. Good to meet you, and any friend of the lieutenant's is a friend of mine," he paused, smiling, "specially if you tip real well."
Both Nils and Brian laughed and Brian said, "I'll try to remember that."
Nils ordered and Brian had a root beer. While they waited, Nils told Brian about Joey, their waiter, whose brother, Rocco, is a sergeant with the police under Nils, and with whom he lives in their parent's former house, though the parents were long dead.
"I've worried about Joey," Nils admitted, "his brother, Rocco, is a bully and not very bright, so I'm afraid he terrorizes Joey and I've been wondering if he abuses Joey, I wouldn't doubt it. You see, I'm positive Joey is gay, well, 90 % sure and I know that Rocco hates gays. I wouldn't wonder if he also terrorizes any of those he finds."
"Would he send a bomb and threatening note?" Brian wondered.
Nils thought, "I wouldn't have considered that, but now that you mention .... "
"Here's your order, Lieutenant, and a root beer, I hope it is all right."
"Sure," Nil said, "just fine. Thanks, Joey. And yes, there will be a tip." He laughed as did Joey and Brian. Joey left.
After they ate, Brian told Nils about the young man, Ben Heskett, he'd met at the campaign office, a college student working his way through, trying with two jobs to get enough ahead to finish. He didn't have anyone to talk to and Brian had agreed to help him with his problem. Brian also told Nils just how Ben had decided he was the one to talk to, overhearing what he did from the rest room in the campaign office..
"You see, Lieutenant, he is sure he is gay and doesn't know what to do, no experience at all, and he is a nice looking young man, no stunner, but very pleasant and well built. So, I'm supposed to figure out how to help him without actually getting involved myself."
Nils spoke up, "Are you sure that he isn't going to spread this information he got?"
"I'm betting on it, Lieutenant, actually betting a hell of a lot on it. I'm sure he won't, especially if I can find a way to help him."
At that point their waiter, Joey, appeared at the table to present the bill and clean up. "Will there be anything else, gents?"
"That's it, thanks Joey.'
"You're welcome, come in again." Joey waggled his eyebrows, rolling his eyes then walked away, still slightly limping..
Brian and Nils solemnly looked at each other, then, "Could be Rocco."
Brian headed to the lake and home, hoping to clean up and wait for Mike to get back for supper and maybe a quick sail or swim, or maybe ...... even .... SEX!!! He giggled as he drove in the lane and parked beside the cabin, oh boy, oh boy, he muttered as he thought about the possibilities of their making love today as he went in the cabin, taking off all his clothes. Brian couldn't help posing in front of the big mirror, first some muscle poses then running his hands over his naked body, watching himself. He turned around, spreading his buttocks and tried to see his asshole as he bent over, but had trouble turning his head around far enough. He tried bending way over and looking through his legs with his butt still spread toward the mirror, but got dizzy and fell on the floor.
He got up and laughed at himself, casually playing with his cock and balls, then felt the need to take a bath, luxuriating in the slick soap and aromatic oils Mike had gotten him. While the tub filled with warm water, he applied the oils and bath foam into which he carefully stepped and gradually sat down, stretching out and laying back with his neck against the rim. He started caressing his body from his shoulders to his crotch until his cock finally stood up and saluted, the head sticking just above the soapy film on the surface where Brian's fingers titillated the spongy flesh until the whole dick began to pulsate. The warm water, combined with Brian's tiredness, left him generally lethargic and drowsy, and while one hand caressed his chest and the other softly fondled his large cock, he closed his eyes, laying his head back on the bathtub rim and gradually fell asleep. Just before this, Brian had started the hot water tap to keep his bath water warm, the extra slipping through the overflow outlet, therefore keeping him comfortable in his watery surround while he slept.
The Mustang droned powerfully, taking Mike from yet another dinner where he was the main speaker, outlining his work in Congress and his projects for the future. He was very tired, barely able to hold his eyes on the road, but fortunately he was almost home at the cabin for which he was very grateful. Finally he pulled up beside the cabin, parking parallel to Brian's rental car, a red Ford Escort, nothing great but cheap enough for the long run. Since the future for Brian and Mike was not exactly defined for the next few weeks, they decided to keep renting that car for the time being. Adam had also rented a pickup truck for himself, feeling that kind of vehicle would be more useful than another car for the three of them, a large Dodge Ram truck, powerful and speedy, with a large capacity bed in back.
Mike could only think of a shower and nap, hoping Brian was eager because he missed his lover desperately and they hadn't been very close for a while. Actually, Mike was horny as hell, getting erections ... dripping ones .... at uncomfortable times, even while give a speech that day, he was glad that he wore briefs which could contain his big cock and the seepage. He never did like boxers because he always felt like he wasn't wearing any underwear at all, felt no support to control his dangling balls and floppy dick.
Mike reached the porch, found the door locked, after unlocking it walked into the living room, quietly because he thought Brian might be taking a nap. Taking his suit and shirt and tie and shoes off in the bedroom, Mike wondered where Brian was since his car was outside. Stripped down to his briefs, the sexy congressman moved soundlessly to the bathroom, hoping to get a shower and be cleaned up before he saw his beautiful, blond lover.
Unfortunately, that wasn't to be a possibility because on reaching the bathroom door, he couldn't miss his partner, lying back in the bathtub covered with soap suds and apparently asleep, his head turned toward the door so Mike could see a handsome, relaxed face, lips slightly open, where occasionally a bubble would form and burst with his breathing. Mike smiled, so attracted to this gorgeous young man, who was especially attractive when asleep and totally relaxed that the dark-haired man choked up, bringing tears suddenly to his deep, brown eyes. So, Brian was taking a nap, probably an unscheduled one, but a nap nonetheless.
An adoring smile on his face, Mike knelt beside the tub, leaning over Brian to give him a kiss, but instead ran his tongue along those pink lips from one end to the other. Brian didn't wake until Mike had licked his lips the third or fourth time, and he suddenly jerked to life, splashing water all over Mike and the floor. His eyes were wide with alarm before he realized that his lover was over him, but then sent a warm glow into Mike's eyes.
"Mike, I didn't hear you come in."
"No wonder, you were snoozing in a deep siesta, blowing bubbles through your lips. So cute, but it is a wonder that you didn't drown."
Brian blushed deeply, embarrassed with Mike's teasing.
"Did I? I didn't think I snored," Brian whined, then smiled when Mike did, "you are so bad."
Mike roared, "Me bad? You haven't seen anything yet."
He pushed Brian back in the tub and abruptly climbed in the tub, landing on top of the younger man in a rush causing Brian to exhale involuntarily with a loud 'woof'. He also caused a massive tidal wave over the side of the tub which headed for the drain in the tile floor, a useful device included by the thoughtful contractor when building the cabin. It is an unknown factor whether that contractor had envisioned an incident such as had just occurred.
Mike wrapped his arms around his naked, slippery lover, pressing is lips hard against those of his partner, feeling them respond to his kiss. Brian's arms encircled Mike, down his back and to his buttocks.
"Mike, you still have your underwear on, you really are naughty, aren't you." He laughed and grabbed the waist band, pulled them off Mike's butt, while Mike helped slide them off his legs. The tub was not a large one so the two sizable men were slightly cramped, though they passionately enjoyed the marvel of their naked flesh sliding along the other's. Neither one could help it if their hands caressed and fondled the juiciest parts of each other's anatomy.
Mike still lay on top of Brian, holding his head between his large hands, placing kisses gently all over his head, forehead and temples, carefully on his eyes then a quick one on the tip of his pert little nose, cheeks and chin. He started toward Brian's neck but was not very pleased with the taste of soap.
"Dear love, could we actually wash up a bit, then head for our bed? Would that be ok?"
Brian instantly became a whirlwind of hands and soap all over Mike's body, including especially his cock and balls, his buttocks and his saucy looking anus deep inside those full, twin melons, so alluring and enticing, inviting kneading and handling without ceasing. At that point Mike joined in to make sure his lover was as clean as he had become. He knelt on top of Brian, again holding his head, smoothing back his now dark blond hair, tight to his skull, completely contrary to his usual style of short, loose casual locks. Mike couldn't help tearing up a bit to think how much he loved Brian, how much he needed him and depended on him to fulfill his life, his existence and his reality.
Mike told Brian all this quietly while kissing him heatedly, especially his ears, the lobes and shell-like turns and windings, alternately licking and sucking, digging his tongue as deep as possible into the ear canal. Mike didn't notice, but Brian was moaning continually, unable to resist Mike's ministrations or even react to the loving he was receiving.
"Mike, love, you have overwhelmed me, and whether you can feel it or not, my cock is almost ready to burst to spray both of us with my love. I don't want to come yet, please."
The dark-haired man sat back on his heels and reached down between them to find Brian's prick at full gorge in exquisite fervor, slick with water and soap which Mike used to slide his hand up and down, slowly, squeezing the spongy cockhead, pulling under the head rim to the thick base merged in the very light blond, almost a white-gold, the same hair color with which his leg and buttocks were lightly dusted. He moved toward Brian so that he could hold his own cock and Brian's at the same time, just holding them, trying not to arouse his love too much.
"Mike, please," Brian quietly pleaded with his lover.
"Ok, dear heart, I will be patient. Let's rinse and dry off, and then get to bed," Mike smiled with a dangerously wicked grin as he gave Brian's cock one last squeeze and a soapy kiss on the tip. "Blagh! Not very tasty, like it usually is!"
Separately, the two men rinsed off quickly in the shower which was built for only one, following which each grabbed a towel, trying to dry the other but mostly getting in each other's way. To solve the problem, Mike bent over, grabbed Brian behind the knees and under the arms, carrying him out of the bathroom until he reached the bed. Brian had wrapped his arms around Mike's neck, most comfortable being in Mike's arms, in his warmth and protection and care. Brian normally would have been quite a load for Mike to carry, but the situation, his love and vast desire gave him abnormal strength to safeguard his young partner, his reason for living.
"Brian, what can I say to help you understand - that I'm so much in love with you every minute of every day, and it's all your fault for being so loving and just plain wonderful, well, and just a little bit because you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen, from the first day I saw you in the House up to this instant. You are my dream, my vision and my future."
Brian smiled broadly into Mike's eyes, "I could say the same thing, Mike, and every word of that would be the absolute truth. We are sort of like Siamese twins, only we're joined at the cock." He laughed, then abashed, said,"Sorry about that!" and laughed again.
Brian pulled on Mike's shoulders, reaching up to kiss Mike on the lips, then releasing his arms sliding down Mike's body until he was kneeling in front of his lover with the half erect dick in his mouth, his tongue tickling the head furiously.
Mike reached down and, holding Brian under the arms, pulled him up, hugging and embracing his young lover to his own naked body. "There will be plenty of time for that later," he smiled at Brian. The two men kissed hungrily, their tongues investigated each other's teeth and gums, so inward and personal, insinuating themselves deep into the other's mouth, becoming so excited by that intimacy. Mike placed one large hand on Brian's buttocks and one on the back of his head, exulting in his love and his beautiful body, pressing him into his own naked space.
"Mike, I'm loving this, but, man, I want you to make love to me, make love inside me, please, I'm so hot, I'm so excited." Brian's body usually was light toned, a little tan, but mostly very fair, matching his blond hair, yet as he was pleading with Mike, the older man noticed that his chest, shoulders, neck and face were flushed, almost a crimson red, from his sexual excitement. His nipples seemed to glow, radiating from his gleaming pectorals, just as his intense blue eyes sparkled, slightly moister than usual, staring intensely into Mike's face. Mike noticed this and felt that he should do what he asked.
Mike held Brian more tightly, and smiled, "Your wish is my command, my mate and dear friend, I would enjoy nothing more than to be with you and love you and your sexy body, especially these bits you have hanging between your legs." He grinned broadly, clutched Brian's cock and balls and gave Brian a very slippery and mushy kiss, pushing him backward to lay on the bed.
Looking down at this enticing, adoring man who was his for life, Mike slowly crawled on the bed, spreading his knees around the young blond's hips, gently lowering himself onto Brian's so vibrant flesh, pressing chest to chest, nipples to nipples and rigid cock to an unbending erect dick. Again, the two men embraced each other's muscles, jamming their deep red lips together while their tongues fought to invade each other's hot, slippery mouths, headed down their ravenous throats.
Mike spoke thickly, his emotions right on the surface, "This is my show, love, you can help, but this time I'm in charge of making love to you. This is going to be just one way for the time being, please don't try to make love to me too, we'll get there together."
He held Brian so close, their cheeks mashed tightly, then Mike's lips spread his kisses over Brian's face, ears and neck, causing an even greater radiation of the young blond's blushing skin. Mike licked in the shoulder crotch by Brian's neck, nuzzling closely, branching out to his broad shoulder muscles which were hard yet still supple. He moved his head from side to side, treating both shoulders equally.
By raising Brian's arms to lay behind his head, he bared the young man's pits, provided with light blond hair, but not a whole lot of it. Mike preceded to force his nose and mouth into the pits, one side then the other, slathering saliva through the sparse hair, picking up the taste and scent of Brian's pits, slightly biting and pungent since he's been sweating from the heat of his arousal and blushing. Mike licked both pits as clean as he could, cherishing the flavor of Brian's body and the intimate nature of his loving.
Mike continued down Brian's body, loving with his lips and tongue the young man's nipples and tits, his navel then pubes, and finally running his tongue up the underside of large fully swollen cock to the soft, yielding cockhead. Playing with Brian's pecs with one hand, he fingered his scrotum and balls with the other, and slowly slid his mouth over the bulging head and down the shaft until the head rested in his throat. The smooth skin over the hard flesh of the prick was like velvet, soft and yielding, and that was what Mike's tongue was feverishly attacking rubbing and fluttering, pushing into the cockhead slit while lubricating the whole rod with the hot, slippery saliva. As he did this, he moved his one hand to Brian's face, carefully feeling his facial features until he let his fingers lightly rub over his tender, full lips, bright red with desire and hot blood. Slowly, Mike pushed his middle finger between the lips, coating them with Brian's own saliva, rubbing back and forth. Gradually the finger slid further into Brian's mouth, over his teeth, hard and slick and his gums soft but resistant, and sliding over the surfaces of his cheeks, so intimate, then rubbing the tongue he found over and under. This was arousing Mike's blood more than anything else he'd done. It seemed as if he'd found the sensation of having a secondary penis being sucked. He was getting close himself and had to stop.
Brian had been squirming and writhing under Mike, enjoying everything, but wanting even more to be love, to have his love channel filled with Mike's cock. His groaning and moaning went on until he yelled, "Mike, Mike, please make love to my ass. I'm going to explode if you don't soon."
Mike raised his eyes up to Brian's, smiling as best he could with a huge cock in his mouth, sending his love through his eyes. He mumbled, "Ok."
Pulling his mouth off the madly pulsing sex organ, Mike drew each ball into the warmth and moisture of his mouth, one at a time, much too big to do it together. His tongue laved the wrinkled skin, then pushed the testicle around in his mouth. Having gotten them completely sloppy and warmed, Mike continued his journey between Brian's legs, along the perineum skin, so sensitive and delicate with more nerve endings than anywhere else in his body. Pushing Brian's legs up toward his head where Brian took over hold them there, entirely exposing his quivering asshole to Mike's view, the surround flesh just slightly bruised from his last loving inside it.
Mike's cock was dripping pre-cum, practically flowing out of the cockhead slit and when he gently pressed the head against the wrinkled ass lips it slip into Brian's asshole. It felt to Mike that Brian's asshole had sucked the head inside by some force of vacuity. His sexual excitement at its height, Mike couldn't hold back but shoved his whole fleshy shaft directly into Brian's hole, through it and into the heat and softness of his loving channel, nestling in there next to the prostate gland which Mike's cock had hit, startling Brian into the throes of sexual ecstasy and he yelled.
"Mike, Mike, I'm coming, please come with me - shoot with me. Get that cock moving fast."
Mike thrust his hips against Brian's bottom, slapping and banging over and over until his own climax was almost there. He felt the tingling in his ass and up his butt and spine, fluttering around his shoulders and neck, then head and ever scalp. The flood started inside his balls, a torrent in waves through his urethra and finally out his cockhead, engulfing the whole of Brian's innards where he felt the hot cum reach depths never attained before.
When Brian felt the flood, he knew he could release his own tight muscles and let his streams of cum out to puddle on his stomach and navel. Mike could feel when that happened because Brian's sphincter tightened on his cock which was still pounding out the love juice. Laying Brian's legs down to the bed, Mike lay back down on Brian and they embraced, hugging spastically, gripping their arms and sides, kissing frantically and intensely until they both were too tired to do more than lay there. Mike slid off Brian's body and lay beside him, holding his young lover tightly to his body.
Brian finally spoke, "That was ... ugh .... incredible, Mike, the best ever."
"It was for me, too, Brian, I love you so much, you do mean everything to me, you know that?"
"Of course I do, and same for me, man. But now I have to rest. Sleep with me."
Both men were tired, but the adrenalin was still racing in their blood while they cuddled and tried to sleep.
Brian whispered, "Mike, I think of Bryan so often, and wish we could have had a chance to help him. I feel so badly about his suicide, he needed help .... and you did help, I'm sure .... but he couldn't wait."
Mike could tell that tears were dripping from Brian's eyes, and choked up, too. "Brian, I'm afraid our 'help' was too little and too late, mostly too late. Back when we were 14, I really did love him, Brian, I did, but I was so scared of the words 'male/male love' and afraid of being labeled queer, I just couldn't handle it, even though I was pleased that he wanted me sexually." He stopped, "I guess we'll simply have to send up some prayers for his soul, hoping he's in Good Hands. And maybe, Brian, you and I can help someone else like Bryan, who is lost in dire need."
"Come on, we'd better get a little rest. Nothing like a little 'afternoon delight' followed by a cosy nap." He kissed Brian adoringly, "I love and need you so much, don't ever leave me!"
Brian kissed back, "I love you so please you don't ever leave me, either!"
Their muscles finally relaxed, their passion assuaged and their cocks silently returning to their normal resting state as both men slept.
Mike's cell phone buzzed, loud enough to wake him, but fortunately not Brian. He looked at his lover sleeping next to him on the bed and smiled, he loved him so much and hoped never to be very far from him, ever. A small prayer to God that they should be together forever formed in Mike's mind, sending it aloft on wings of his fervent longing.
He moved into the living room to answer the call quietly, so as not to wake Brian.
"Hello."
"Is this Congressman Keith?"
"Yes it is, who's calling please?"
A slight pause, followed by, "Oh, Congressman, pardon me, I was trying to hear what Liz was saying. This is David at your campaign office where I am now and where Liz Crouse asked me to call to see if you could send Brian to the office, because there seems to be a problem with some of the necessary papers for the County Board of Elections. He could pick them up and take home to you to check over and sign. I know this is a rush, but she would like to have these ready to be taken over first thing in the morning."
Mike hesitated, wondering what the problem could be, but then thought that Brian has had a good rest, and he'd be back before time to eat.
"Yes, David, he'll come in right now. Shouldn't be more than 20 minutes. OK?"
David replied quickly, "Oh, yes sir, that would be great. I'll tell Liz to expect him in about 20 minutes. And thank you. Bye." Joey wept salty tears and cried silently as he hung up his home phone, holding his hands to his face, praying for forgiveness.
"Goodbye," Mike mumbled as he hung up, still wondering about the problem. He thought that all that paperwork had been signed, sealed and delivered. His next thought was, 'why wake Brian, I could go and be back within an hour.'
Mike had already dressed, though very casually after their afternoon delight, but when he looked for his car keys, he remembered they were in his suit pants on the bed where Brian was probably dreaming of sex and him, he hoped. He hated to wake him, not sure quite what to do, when he spotted Brian's keys to his rental Ford Escort on the dining table. That's easy, I'll take his car and won't wake him.
Mike did walk quietly into the bedroom, leaned over the bed and lightly kissed Brian on the top of his head. His heart gave an extra strong pulse as it reacted to his strong devotion to his partner in love and a single tear trickled from his eye to course down his cheek. Back in the living room, he wrote a short note to Brian to explain his absence.
Picking up the keys, Mike gave one last look into the bedroom at his other self, then left the cabin. He started the car, turning around and heading for the main road, not noticing that Brian had run onto the porch, calling to him, unhappy that he had missed him, wondering why he took his rental car and not the Mustang. He wouldn't find the note for some hours.
The red Escort Mike was driving was not to be compared to his own Mustang, especially in acceleration, but he easily turned onto the main road heading north to River City, straightening out smoothly on the two lane country road. Not used to the car, Mike readjusted the seat for his height, then settled down for the 20 minute drive.
Mike had not noticed just after his turn that a large, beat up pickup truck pulled on the road a few hundred yards behind him, keeping pace with him, in no hurry. When Mike reached a practically deserted area with only fields and woods near the road, the pickup speeded up and soon was just behind Mike, bumpers almost touching.
Glancing into his rear view mirror, Mike is startled to see a pickup so close to his rear, so he speeded up some thinking he may have been unconsciously slowing down. The pickup stayed right behind him, in fact, the driver got even closer, close enough to give the little red car a slight push from the back. Mike steadied the car, but not without difficulty.
Now Mike was getting mad, but unsure of just what to do. He was breathing faster, sure that his blood pressure was near the top. Speeding up again was to no avail because the pickup gained on him and came up even in the other lane. Mike looked closely at the truck, but couldn't see through the darkened windows, and because the pickup was so much higher than he was in the Escort. Mike realized that the windows in the Escort were also darkened so the truck driver probably couldn't tell who was driving it. All that didn't matter because the truck started driving closer and closer toward Mike in the Escort.
"What the hell!," Mike yelled to no one, "he's trying to push me off the road." He pushed the gas pedal to the floor, trying to get some way out of the situation, but the pickup stayed with him and came closer, finally brushing the driver's side of the little car.
Mike was thinking madly, what to do. He stomped on the brakes, but that didn't get him away from his attacker who came closer. Mike's car was on the berm now and he was very scared because after the berm was a deep ditch and then the woods. He tried turning violently toward the truck but only banged up the Escort more.
He had to get away before he was killed. Taking a big chance, Mike stomped on the brakes and steered away from the truck toward the ditch. He felt himself spinning as part of the truck struck the rear end of his car which then spun around completely, traveling backward and toppling into the ditch.
The car rolled over twice coming to rest beside the huge trees of the forest there, while Mike was praying in his mind, "Lord, get me out of this, I can't leave Brian by himself." When the car finally rolled upright, Mike's head banged against the window beside him, knocking all thoughts out of his head.
The pickup hadn't waited to see the damage he had caused, he figured it had been enough to make his meaning clear to Michael Keith, the fag, to give up his boy toy and get out of the race, and now he'd make his demands for some real money. Turning around in the next driveway, the pickup driver passed the little red car, all banged up, a dark figure lying against the steering wheel, the car rocking slightly in the darkness of the woods. The driver continued until he reached Mike's property and his mail box, where he pulled over, stopped and dropped a note into it. The driver headed back to town, feeling that he pulled off a big one.
Mike was feeling nothing nor was he dreaming.