There was no trial as those who might have been charged had already shot each other; “Murder/Suicide” the headline read, it was right. The forensics people did, finally, figure out who shot whom first-and last-but the residual effect was the same, 2 up, 2 down, only a young man, the son, left unharmed; They found him naked, tied from a crossbeam in the attic, handcuffed, his ears plugged as well as gagged. He hadn’t been acutely physically harmed but it was obvious he’d been in that situation for some little while; He was also close to dehydration. One of those doing the primary investigation said it was obvious that killing him was the point but….neither parent had the guts or lack of love to put a bullet behind his neck….
The officer who found him was immediately concerned with his well being, got him water, ascertained he was not wounded. The problem, in taking him down was that he’d been bound that way for a sufficient period he collapsed when removed. To avoid too many ambulances as well as to get him away as quickly as possible he was taken by a squad car to a hospital. The young cop who drove him wanted to pull his side arm then shoot the photographers who damn near broke the windows to get a picture….the officer would remember that the incident gave him a building distaste that went to hatred for ‘media’. He was not alone on the force in thinking that. Not by a long shot.
Lacking relatives, at least those who would take him, the only alternative was a home for children, usually children who, for various reasons had been removed from their parents but, in his case, the equation had been inverted; They’d been removed from him. As one of the attorneys who worked in Child Protective Services commented, it was a shame he didn’t have some money or even something that would make taking him advantageous to another. This man, correctly, thought about farm kids who were in a similar circumstance; While they were too young to run the place, it had cash surrender value when meant….so did the kid. But this one…had nothing. Some said, he was damn lucky they’d offed each other, couldn’t have been long until he’d been in the morgue identifying, one, or both, parents….or someone would be identifying him. Some said it was a real Christian shame, nice young man like that, alone….probably no future….shook their heads then returned to rattling the papers about other children and young people about whom it was also a ‘real Christian shame’….
To say his had been a raucous household sounds complimentary as does describing it as a place where violence was mundane. So much so that he’d taken his dog, one he’d found it as a stray some months earlier, to a no-kill shelter (walking almost six miles to get there) to give them his pet hoping “Billy”, the name of the dog, would find a good home, well, better than the one he’d come from. And then he walked the six miles back leaving the kind people at the shelter wondering….while ‘Billy’ whined, looked down a road he would never again travel; Of course what ‘Billy’ and the people at the shelter could not even fathom was that….what he’d done was live up to the exact words of the place, “No Kill”. Where he’d come from his killing was….almost a given.
“Wondering” was a good word when applied to and about him, lots of people did, had concerns, even on the several times the authorities were summoned, they, too, wondered….mainly whether to leave the kid or…just what. A couple of the younger officers, who had been incensed at the situation, said….if they made ten bucks more a week and didn’t live in one bedroom apartment, hell, they’d take him in…he had ‘fine son’ material written all over him. One of them, Aleksandr Olek, a Pole by birth, drove by several times but…could see nothing. Not even the kid, just the ill kept yard, almost a shanty house that needed painting, a pick up on the drive way plus a long stretch of guttering that one more heavy rain would cause to fall, the whole length of it. He would have gone in but….he was in uniform, had no reason to knock on their door, regulations forbade that….what he’d hoped each time was that the young lad would be out front. If that were the case, he could stop, lean over the fence, hoping it wouldn’t collapse-it would have-but the tangled mess of weeds and volunteer grass that passed for a ‘lawn’ was always empty.
He did get in the house, finally; All he could do was remember the tow headed young man whom he’d carried, waited at the hospital until he was deemed, “alright” then left. There was a picture of him in the paper that he clipped, had laminated, hung on his wall. But those past days when he drove by hoping to see him…all that he could finally do was drive away.
He was made a ward of the court, the home for children assigned to be his guardian as well as residence; It took three minutes. A woman from the place signed, smiled at him, asked where his things were, collected them then walked him to a car, his transportation for ‘home’.
Too old, that was the problem. People who adopted wanted ‘cute’ children, ones they could raise who had no memories other than them. This young man had memories too many of them; One couple when told about the concurrent deaths of his parents, how he was hung when found, had vomited. No one who heard of him, even considered him, and there were a few, did not lack sympathy but in the back of their minds was the nagging idea that….all that exposure to all that violence….what did it say about his emotional future? They passed-with regrets and hopes for his future…and him.
He was liked at the home, maybe his traumatic life did something but it brought out a certain ability to be kind to people, he progressed from being a real cute kid to nice looking young man then good looking young man….almost eighteen. That flaxen hair, long, strong muscles, quiet face, deep gray eyes….spectre of a smile….that was what they hoped someone would see…even if he was far past the ‘cute kid’ stage, maybe a family would want an older son….but no one did.
Worse, when he became eighteen, he would have to go…somewhere; They were not equipped or legally responsible for children who were no longer children but in the eyes of the law were adults. This had happened so few times that the Senior Administrator started work on the problem when he became 17. His idea, and it was a good one, was that a full ride scholarship at some school could be found, live in the dorm, eat there…probably get a job…eventually get his own place. In the eyes of the administrator it was a nearly perfect solution. Even his grades were excellent. There was no reason this would not work. He set out to find a school who would agree to what was needed but….what he considered a full ride scholarship and what they thought one might be…differed. Did he play football? Basketball? Any sport for which athletic scholarships were easily available. No, no he didn’t, he was a good student so he hoped that, surely, there was something scholastically….but what there were consisted of partial scholarships, ones granted to students devoted to Chemistry or Art or Math but….just for general scholarship, and one that would have to pay for everything from his room and board to clothing to books to fees to….everything. They just didn’t exist. And his eighteenth birthday grew closer. Fast.
A fight on the playground where he attended school brought several police officers, one of which was….the Polak, Alek Olek, now a Sergeant, making better money and able to take in a young man. Problem was, when he’d first thought of the idea, this fine young man was….a juvenile, not 6’1”, very good looking man who looked much older than 18. Alek gulped, wondered, went home, thought it over, prayed about it then went back.
Their first meeting was strained. Devon, for that was his name, wasn’t used to being with anyone who genuinely wanted him, was puzzled as to why he would. Alek, nervous as hell, was afraid of two things: He wouldn’t want to come with him and somehow it just wouldn’t work out. (There was a third issue but…that wasn’t going to help anyone. No Way, No How. Not then.)
They spent some time together, talked, sat in a park, watched men play ball, talked, looked at each other….It was Devon who, after years of polite rejection, asked the pivotal question; “Do you want a son or, look I’m not young, a sort of younger brother….” He dipped his head, it was the killer question and he knew, because it had been so often, what the answer would be.
For Alek it was in fact the perfect question, the one that solved the problems in his head….sure, he’d love a younger brother…. His own family, still in Gdansk, would be pleased, if somewhat confused given their age, to have a grandson so the equation was completed. He first answered to himself in Polish. Some legal mumbling, every one wanted this to work out, he was a son/ younger brother, swipe of the pen.
Who fell in each others arms first? Did it matter? Odd, Devon bore some resemblance to his ‘brother’….blond, very light skinned, intense gray eyes, the same lanky build, muscular, but not ‘built’ in obvious ways, just strong.
One of the people in the office where the family, consisting of two brothers, was made said that if you were going to put together a tourist poster to “Visit Poland” these two could appear as healthy….soccer players, typical Poles. That Alek’s Polish was still fluent, Devon’s was nonexistent, mattered not. As they walked out, Alek’s arm over his new brother’s shoulder…those watching were genuinely pleased; Too often they’d seen families torn about by trauma or the law so to see this….yeah, made their work gain importance.
On the drive to his apartment, Alek suddenly began to rattle off the deficiencies of their home, not big enough, the galley kitchen probably wouldn’t hold two men…closet space…a great many fix it projects that….hadn’t been fixed. He stopped, looked at Devon who was smiling, almost laughing.
“Brother”…how fine and fitting the word seemed,.. “ I’ve never had anything so…if we have to live in one bedroom shared with two other families, I’m gonna be happy….see….I’ll have my brother.” Alek was struck with the accuracy and honesty…he remembered back to the home, if you could call it that, the ramshackle house where he first met Devon. Thinking about where they were going, hot and cold water, two big, comfortable beds, the two recliners, one newly purchased….it was going to be home…for both of them. He relaxed.
“I better teach you how to drive a car….?”
“They taught me….all sorts of parts of trades….if you hadn’t wanted me, well, at least I’d have had some idea as to any sort of job….driving just seemed important…but….” He stopped, looked at Alek, “I guess I need a new driver’s license, one with our name on it….” The brothers looked at each other and grinned.
“Yeah, you will…..I got Tuesday off, take you to the license bureau then.”
“Then you better start teaching me Polish….”. Alek grinned, this man wanted to be his brother in all ways.
Devon enjoyed the ride if only because it was one way, he’d never go back where he’d been. Looked at Alek, in his uniform, taking this time off today to get his brother….he thought maybe….he should be a cop….if he was old enough. He leaned back, smiled, thought about how he’d look in a cop’s uniform….maybe….a motorcycle officer…yah, that was it, he’d always noticed the guys when he saw them up on their bikes, proud, doing an important job….he’d ask his brother about all that.
The only person who was possibly disappointed with ‘home’ was….Alek. To Devon it was palatial, more space, even if it was shared, than he’d ever had. Lawn, garage-the thought of his actually owning a car was intoxicating-everything clean….Half way in he threw himself around his brother and broke into sobs…Finally he couldn’t find the strength he was so overcome with happiness that he fell to his knees, his arms clutching around the other’s knees, just…..so glad to be home. He finally could look up.
“Thank you, please Sir, Thank you…..Whatever you want….if I can do it…..”
Alek finally got him up, tried to explain that this was their home….no reason to fall apart but….he remembered the place he’d parked outside so long ago; If the outside was any indication….the inside would likely be akin to crime scenes he’d visited. That, alone, made him hug his new brother, lightly kiss his cheek….He tried to think when, in his cruiser, he’d wanted to bust in the door, grab the kid and head for….someplace. What he periodically had regretted, as he drove by the children’s home, was that he hadn’t found a way, back then, to see if it was possible….He’d gone so far as to ask his parents for some money….not telling them the purpose. Confused, they’d agreed to pool their Zloty’s but, in Yankee dollars, it didn’t come to much; He put it in an account for something, someday… and kept on driving by, occasionally spotting the kid….not always but….sometimes….his kid.
They were at the table-dinner was courtesy one of the many take out places near their home; Alek was clever but cooking….? Devon, however, had been prepared for a very uncertain future so he had been taught everything from modest cooking skills to how to sew on a button to how to make Marine corners on bed sheets. He had got some beer, just as an older brother would do for the younger but also to relax him.
He tried to speak, got a few words out, went back, started over…. “Devon…I’m the one who found you in the attic…..” Launched he couldn’t stop. “We’d been to your house a coupla times….worried about you…..I used to drive by your house, hoping you’d come out….then…when…the incident…” He couldn’t go on.
Hard to put your arms around someone when you’re sitting down but Devon tried. “I remembered it was you….eventually…sitting in the park, the way the sun made your hair white…..I thought about a cop with white hair holding me while someone else got me down, holding me when I would have fallen, carrying me down the stairs, driving me away….Don’t laugh…I’ve loved you ever since.” He stopped, his head drooped, almost ashamed, embarrassed.
They looked at each other.
“I saw you drive by…but…it was dangerous to come out…then, afterwards…Alek…tell me…you won’t be angry…when I was at the home I remembered you, kinda came to want you, so…..I looked for you.” He stopped, got on the floor, held the slightly older man by his knees….
“When did you find me….how?”
Devon put his head on the knees, Alek put his hands on his almost white hair, ruffled it….
“I wanted to find you…..I looked…called the police department…told them who I was, told them the truth, asked them to remember the incident…..they did. Just said I wanted to thank all of them, particularly the officer who cut me down…show him the slight scar I had on my neck…..of course they remembered, asked me to come down, said they’d introduce us….but…they wanted the media, make a big deal so….”
“Yeah, the media…” He remembered that day, the media, his hatred of them, understood exactly…
“I guess….:” He breathed in… “I guess you did the right thing.” There was a long, long silence while Alek gathered his new brother into his arms, held him, got held back.
Into his ear a whisper…. “Alek…I found you, followed you….I know about…what you do….with men.”
So stunned…all he could do was stand, holding Devon. “Oh.” They stood not sure what should happen, what had to happen next. If there was to be a next. “Alek…I’m….why?”
“I told you, I love you.”
“But if you saw me doing…”
“Getting fucked….”
“That…”
“I’d already been screwed, no cherry, no virgin….so what you did was just what I wanted to do but with you.”
Alek could only think of one thing. “You were…raped?”
Devon pushed him a bit away so they were face to face. “No…I knew what I was….found this guy who, well, that’s what he did for money…told him I was a virgin, that’s how I got popped.”
Alex was almost catatonic, he couldn’t understand, comprehend. Finally he gulped out… “You…you got yourself fucked?”
“Yes”
“Why?”
“I hoped I’d find you when I left the home….hoped you’d want me but….it’s how I made money, fucking or being fucked or sucking…..”.
He spoke to an empty space. “I should have found you, taken you away when I knew to do so…”
“Wouldn’t have changed anything…..only thing is…now I have the man I want to fuck me…I’ll have him in my bed, you’ll roll me over, fuck me. You know how…I want you to….please, Alek, I’m a whore…a good one…I was always afraid you’d catch me or….another cop would haul me in, you’d see me…” He paused. “Alek, I love you….forget all the other….your brother loves you.” He looked into the older man’s eyes…..it was true. He was loved.
Alek thought about all his secrets now dumped on the floor, no secrets, his new brother telling him he put out for money….He had no thoughts, his mind was scrambled, no cohesive thought.
Devon had it together, well, sort of. He picked up one of the back packs he’d brought, opened it, dumped money on the table. “I earned it for you….for us…I always hoped…”
Alek was already too shocked to have any sort of normal response. Just looking at the pile of money on the table he didn’t notice that, a little ways back, Devon was taking off his clothes.
The logical question, although not much was logical, “How much….” Finishing the sentence suddenly seemed….an obscenity.
A voice behind him…. “Close to ten grand. Fives and tens, took them to the bank got twenties, then fifties, hundreds.” Naked arms went around his chest, lips on his neck. “You’re worth a lot more to me than that….that’s yours, all for you, Alek….I love you so this isn’t even what you’re worth to me…..now….my brother, I’m going to get you out of your uniform then you’re going to fuck me….or whatever you want….Please, Alek, I’ve thought about you every time some jerk stuck his dick in me, every dude who I sucked or I went down on….all I could think was that someday…I’d find you….even if you were just another trick but… if that had happened, I’d have begged you to take me home…”
He was in tears of love and desperation. He’d taken the big chance, told the truth now…..there was only what might happen next.
Alek held him not sure where this should go; He knew he loved the man in his arms but there was still the spectre of…what he’d done and….it sounded like he intended to keep doing it.
A voice clouded by being held close, Devon’s voice, said…. “You don’t have to tell me, I saw….one guy even said I looked like the twin of the dude he’d balled last week….”.
He was held harder. Tears wracked his body, Devon was holding him up….his life fell away, all he now had was the man in his arms who knew fucking everything…and didn’t care.
“Come on, this is better continued in bed….might as well get that first fuck over with so that thereafter, we can just enjoy ourselves…..”
Whether Alek wondered, thought, feared, being the sex partner of what was legally his son….he couldn’t think. All he could feel was Devon quietly undressing him, neatly folding his uniform, his clothes joined the tidy pile. He was skillfully maneuvered on to the bed, Devon beside him….his arm across his chest, his head beside his, kissing him….only five words, “I want you in me.” He slowly rolled carefully taking a pillow to put under himself.
The other man felt he lacked resistance, felt his cock growing hard, knowing his body was coveting the succulent ass that lay there, wanting him. Slowly he lowered himself until just his cock head went in, reaching forward a bit, he kissed the back of Devon’s neck, found his hand taken, brought to the lips of his soon to be lover, kissed, held, waiting.
It was a relief to gently enter the passage beneath him, knowing he was welcome.
Devon was skilled, willing at sex. Perhaps it was because he was with a man he loved, surely that was most of it but, as with any talent, practice and repeatedly doing it added to his ability. Alek forgot he was on top, he was just the man for whom he cared deeply, loved…..only could feel Devon’s body, his warm, oozing interior that clutched the stem of his life….it was spontaneous, put his fingers on the nipples, pried them up, heard the quietly satisfied groan…lay there, fucking his man, licked his neck, felt the body heave up ever so slightly, the signal for him to start moving his cock up and down, slowly, just enough to let this person he was with him, would do whatever came next. Alek was lost in his own senses now blunted by that one feeling of desire, of wanting to press in, stimulate himself, fuck the body under him….forget everything thing but his all consuming desire to force his own body to prove how deeply he physically felt the flesh beneath him.
Devon took the hand he held then moved it until it was under him, grasping his cock, making sure he knew his love making had him hard, he desired him, in his fingers he could feel the stickiness that precedes the grand flow of the milk of man. Alek was spurred on, desperate now to give to his wonder man what he was about to receive….Devon was subtly working his abs, his ejaculation was close…
With a collapse of his own body, he felt the surge of cum into his partner’s ass….deep….warm….his own hand suddenly was filled with the same fluid…Like a man starved, he pulled it to his head, opened his mouth and for the first time tasted what would be the greatest taste he would ever have; They had bred to each other.
Devon moved a bit so they were face to face, a bit of his white juice still on the lip of his man. He smiled, took a finger, wiped it up the pushed it, like a spoon, into the mouth adding two other fingers, wanting Alek to suck on them while he moved down to take a dark, hard pointed nipple into his own mouth, taste the sweat of sex, put both his arms around this wonderful man and just held him.
“The first words….teach me…. ‘I love you in Polish, my language….”
“Kocham cię….”
He struggled to repeat it…
“Don’t worry….I know what it means….and Kocham cię as well.” He smiled. I’ll Make a Polak out of you by Christmas….”
They lay there. The word ‘happy’ wouldn’t have occurred to them but that’s what they were. Happy and grateful to have one another. Of course…it was Devon who found there was ….. One…. More …Thing.
“How do you say, in Polish, I want to be fucked right now?”
He thought he’d be shocked but instead he just grinned…. “That’s a more advanced lesson….” He paused while he gently turned the man in the bed with him on his belly…. “….but I can show you in English right now…..” And did.
It was then that Alek discovered how great Devon was at….sex, not just fucking. He’d told him, maybe not just in those words, but he was a pro, a male whore, he stood at stud…as he was doing now. The slow slide in that just…seemed to go all the way. The sensation of pressure all through his tube of a friendly snake gliding to some point, flexing as it went. He could feel the veins as they expanded on the perimeter of Devon’s shaft. The arms around him, holding him, confining him, keeping him just where he wanted him…..the slight pause, the kiss on the back, the stunning shock of a hard thrust followed by multiple insertions that seemed almost panicked, as if they could not provide enough sensation then those last three, all the way out, all the way in until a gush of love sperm pooled in him. His man splayed over him, caressing him, kissing him, refusing to pull out….
Alek…was astounded. He forgot he’d ever been fucked until this very moment, it was as if he’d found a new another cherry up his ass but…no…nothing hurt but now, like never before, he knew he’d given his virginity to the man to whom it would always rightly belong. There were tears of pleasure, gratitude, love…..Devon made himself into a child’s toy, wrapped himself around him, put his head by Alek’s…..turned, kissed him, looked in his eyes….the slight smile was all that was needed.
Some time later they slept ensnarled in each other’s limbs and minds. Unable to think beyond the physical feeling of the man they were with, sleep was simply something that tied them together for as long as they wished.
Czuje się dobrze!!!!!! Oh my fucking shit….that….feels…..so…….goooood.
Devon smiled with his eyes, his mouth was gently sucking a cock that got hard while the man it was attached to was asleep; He was awake now. “Proszę, Proszę….oh God…please….” He put his hands around the head of man doing the sucking….. “That …. Devon….. oh holy shit,,,,”
His abdomen was flexing, ass clenching, he was there, the feel of hard rushing cum….all the way through his cock fed into the mouth, the smacking sound of something tasted and swallowed.
Devon grabbed his arms, held his legs down with his body. “I’m not done….”.
The strong sense of being taken in, demanding his man shoot even when he just had was painful….
“Więcej, proszę, zjedz mnie żywcem, więcej o gówno”
He grinned to himself, he wanted to learn Polish, well, in a way, he was….some things don’t need to be translated.
To make things more difficult, he took one hand, surrounded the ball bag then slowly began to squeeze.
“Give me more or….” The sudden pain finished his sentence. His mouth drew back just enough to allow his teeth to catch and sink into the corona at the base of the head of the pulsating cock…..just slightly moving his jaws back and forth felt like a pair of blunted saws trying to nip off the place that wasn’t producing….but if it knew what was good for it….
Sucked and squeezed, the man on the bed was thrown back and forth between agony and a deep, vibrating sense of his own masculinity. His mind demanded he give up the fast forming tasty shimmering slime, shoot it out….pray for release, hope for…more…
Devon leaned back just a little smacking his lips, looking into the eyes of his man. “This time it’s for both of us to eat….right there, see if you can squirt it into your mouth, I like licking up cum from fur…just….like you’ve got here.”
His head went back and engulfed a meat stick that hadn’t quite had time to go soft…and wasn’t going to now.
Alek had never been edged, that constant demand that a man ejaculate with no pause, just an unstoppable command that he perform as a man, give as a man does, suffer when a man does not think he can do more but is forced by another to continue, pain, pleasure, fear of having his balls fall off, his prick be ripped but…somewhere in him the feeling, one he knows, desire to shoot….not much at first but there. His heaving chest, his spasming belly, he looks, his own fleshy gun is pointed at him….It’s as if his lungs collapse to force out that stuff he felt deep in him now splattered all up his torso, some of it clinging to his lips, the tip of his nose…. A man he loves working his way up, licking all of it, slurping, gulping, looking up to tell him I’m harvesting your male life, I’ll bring some of it to you…the bright sweat dampened hair covered head reaches him, their mouths connect….he reclaims part of what he just spurted but now this elixir is used to make the kiss something only two men can share. Fresh gotten sperm….hungrily letting it slither down their throats.
Devon collapsed on his new, much adored brother. Rested. Looked up to see bright eyes plus one small drip of what he’d given just to the side of Alek’s nose. He took a finger, dredged it up, showed the man under him, smiled, popped it in his mouth then fell on him, tears of exhaustion and love which were returned. They lay there, their whole bodies being feelers for what it touched. It was as if the skin of one wildly wanted to join with the skin of the other…never release, always be together….only the collapse of exertion stopped them from what further plans….they lay side by each, slightly rolled up to see the other…..Words…..would do nothing so they closed their eyes, held each other, enjoyed the slight moisture that men exude when a thing is behind them but so well remembered.
The rest of that day and the one following had markers of time only to others. The two men were in and out of bed, the shower, dancing, badly, to old tunes, feeling each other not for sex but so they’d never forget ever pore, ever bone beneath skin….a body. They spoke but grinned so often words, in which ever language, were garbled…it didn’t matter.
Finally, the second night, they sat, naked, at the table in the kitchen feeding each other with their fingers. Not all the food got in, stupid smiles made that difficult….
“Tomorrow?”
He sighed…. “Work…Oh, all the guys want to meet you….you’re kinda famous…”.
Devon looked….blank. “…may know some of them…..”.
Alek didn’t understand.
The younger brother looked at a wall, wished it would fall on them, dead, he’d never have to say another word…. “I’ve met some….working….”. He looked at this wonderful man and knew what he was going to tell him….would, well, he didn’t know…. “When they’d catch me…you know, fucking or whatever….I’d get out of it…. sucking them off or….whatever they wanted….” It wasn’t going to make it better but he said it. “Some of them…real nice guys….could’ve run me in….”.
Alek stood up, his suddenly soft cock lay on the lip of a tomato sauce covered plate. Devon fell on the floor assuming he’d be beaten, some of the officers weren’t so nice, that’s what they liked to do….
“Who….?”
Devon started to shake his head a little which turned into a full side to side flurry… “Please…don’t….I don’t remember…you don’t….”
“Yeah, I do….”. He looked down, tried to pull his brother up. “Some of those guys, my brother officers, are going to know you, going to know you’re my brother and, well, they’ll…”
Devon’s face grew different, hard, calculating. “No, no they won’t. See, you fucked some of them yourself….that shuts them up.”
He stood, took the man who was wandering around the edge of shock in his arms, “They say one word other than to be real happy for us and we’ll both bring up some memories….”
He studied his face, trying to read it, trying to understand what he meant….
“Tuffy”
He knew the name, it was his occasional partner in the squad car. They said nothing…he thought…Tuffy…
“Did you?”
He got looked at in a new way. “We both did….only you had him here, in that room, in that bed…..a lot of times.”
Alek fell into a chair, Devon got behind him, put his arms around him, lay his white blond hair on his brother’s white blond hair. “So what? I’m glad, he’s one of the nice guys, never beat me up, bought me things when I needed them….” He smiled. “Had a real bad cold once…took me home with him….lucky I didn’t give him whatever I got….said he’d sleep over with his partner….germs….”
The sick brother, Tuffy, that stupid smile, asking if he could bunk in, germs….they fucked all night.
Slowly he let the words out…. “Yeah, he’s a good guy…..a real good guy.”
He tried to wipe the sauce from his dick wherever it had slopped on him. Tried to think, couldn’t, wondered….to himself then aloud….
“What’ll we do?”
“Nothing, why should we? You’re a good man, police officer, good reputation….just ‘cuz you’ve made with some guys….” He looked at his handsome new brother. “Invite some of them over to meet me….they already know….just make it official. You want me to, I’ll let every one of them fuck me….the nice guys….the ones you know. They know…probably glad not to have to keep another secret…you’re going to get very popular…”
Alek wondered if he might die? But….as his bright haired boy talked….he also got hard thinking of…some of the men….here…doing….remembered them from other places, naked in the locker room….who had looked at what or whom or how?
Devon saw him, knew something of men, at least something more than a cop does…he was turned on just as he’d been the day before when the two of them, almost nonstop….He wondered if….
“Know what a good looking cop can get for fucking some dude? Marines, Cops, Construction guys, all get top dollar…..just drop your pants….smile, stuff it deep…”
“Devon, oh shit, no, Devon….”
Devon looked at him. “Tomorrow, when you go to work, lets settle this now, so will I but making a lot more….see, I really do love you, whatever that is in Polish, but now I’m safe, the things we all need, roof over my head, food, clothes….” He took Alek in his arms, put is mouth by his ear… “but mostly a bed with a man who wants me….” He was breathing deeply. “I want you to fuck me right now, like I’m a cheap piece you picked up….put on your uniform pants, leave the fly open, get out your cock, put your cuffs on me, down on my shoulders and knees…..fuck me…..”
He was almost hypnotized as he reached into the closet, took our his pants, pulled them one, left them unzipped, found his belt, got the cuffs, shoved Devon to the floor, pulled his arms and wrists behind him, snapped the cuffs, slapped his ass….walked around bouncing his hardening stick, looking for the slit, breathing hard, seeing a dribble of precum, down on his knees…stuck him like a feral pig.
“AW KURWA!!!!” Kurwa, Kurwa, Kurwa…..Oh, Devon, you got such as sweet assss…..awwww I can’t stop….I’m gonna….”
Devon flipped grabbing the hard, pulsing dick in his mouth adding to the agony of pleasure.
When he had a mouth full, he knocked Alec down, straddled him, put their mouths together then slowly fed him what he’d given to the man he loved.
Later, showered, dry, wrapped together in a large wool blanket, Devon’s head on his shoulder….Alek holding him in his arms…. “You’re gonna make a whore of me….”
Devon smiled. “How about if your….well….our first customer is Tuffy….? Keep me off the streets…..” But to himself he thought….not all the streets….
As much as he didn’t want to, he smiled. “Yeah, Tuffy…..”.
In Devon’s mind he started a list of officers they both knew. One other important thing; He would make sure he got in touch with his street buddy who’d been sending him customers for a while, ever since he took his cherry and taught him the business…..In his mind he laughed…..Sammy would be real pleased to know that there were a couple of cops that could be ‘rented’ for other than security duty…..
There was the picture of a day, not so far off, when Alek would understand, would enjoy what they were doing. He could still be a cop, he was great at it….and, everybody knows, no cop makes quite enough, he’d have a side job…Devon remembered an indoor job, he’d have to think about it….Alek was a wonderful man, he really did love him….smiled to himself.
He reached over, turned out the light, took Alek into his arms, told him, again, how much he loved him then both got comfortable, very comfortable….
In the dark in their sleep both dreamed about a certain feeling only men truly get. Alek took his cock in his hand but only waited a moment until the hand of someone with him cupped his balls in his hand….Two white blond men started a new life with each other….happily, deeply, dreamily asleep….thinking about the next day and how different it would be…..
To Be Continued..
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