Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 19:30:48 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Chief Jack Albertson - Chapter 11 - Sunday Night

Welcome back to the fictional world of Pleasant View, Kentucky!  This story
brings back the characters and locales I first introduced in 2011-12, in my
previous series "Officer Jack Albertson," which can still be read in the
Adult Friends section right here on Nifty.

*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based solely on the author's
own personal fantasies, and no real names or real situations are used.  All
aspects of the character of Brad Carson's physical appearance arecompletely
based on me, although Brad Carson is my pen name, not my realname, and
nearly all other aspects of the character's life are totally fiction.  If
you are under 18 years old, or if it is otherwise illegal where you are to
read about masturbation and consensual gay sex between adult males, then do
not read this story and do not contact the author.  Permission is NOT given
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Chief Jack Albertson - Chapter 11 – Sunday Night

Destiny thought about all of that for a minute, nodded, then replied, "I
may try to find him, Momma.  But, there is another thing that we should
clear up while we are talking about all of this stuff.  It is about time I
told you the real reason why I quit school in Chicago and moved back to
Kentucky a few years ago."

"What's to clear up?"  Josephine asked her daughter.  "You left because
that damn triflin' ass no good man you was datin' was beatin' up on you.
Instead of leaving school, I still say you shoulda let me come up there and
kick his sorry no-account ass all the way back to the south side like I
wanted to!"

Destiny couldn't help but laugh a little.  "Oh, Momma," she said, "True
enough, but that is what I have got to tell you."  Destiny's voice turned
totally serious again, "See, there was a lot more to it with me and
Jermaine than just the fact that he had turned – physically abusive."

"What else is to know?" Josephine asked.

"Well, Momma," Destiny said slowly, dreading this.  "Jermaine was not
exactly my boyfriend, first of all."

"So you were just screwing around with his sorry ass for fun, no big deal
to tell me that, we are both grown women and I was young once too, you
know," Josephine replied.

"No, Momma," Destiny said.  "You don't understand.  I guess you could say
Jermaine and I did have a – relationship – but it was more of an –
arrangement."

"OK, babygirl," Josephine said with a rather frustrated gesture of her
hands, "Just spit it out, honey.  WHAT actually went on that caused you to
leave school in Chicago and come back home?"

"Momma," Destiny said, her voice catching in her throat but knowing if she
didn't just come right out and say it now she never would, "Jermaine was my
– he was my – pimp."

"What?  What the FUCK?" Josephine, who Destiny had rarely ever heard drop
the F-bomb in her life exclaimed.

"You heard me Momma," Destiny replied, the rest spilling out fast now.  "I
met him at school, and long story short, first he romanced me, and then
eventually he talked me into becoming one of his `girls' as he called us.
I was young and stupid, but that's no excuse, but basically I became a
high-priced hooker for Jermaine.  I got to where I couldn't stand that life
anymore, and wanted to change, and he wouldn't let me out.  That is when he
started beating on me, and that is when I left it all and moved back to
Kentucky to start my life all over again."

"Lord have mercy!" Josephine said, clutching her chest and looking like she
was about to faint.  "Babygirl, how could you?  Good lord, you probably
have AIDS or God knows what else!"

"No, Momma," Destiny said, laughing nervously, "I have been checked for
everything under the sun, and I am fine.  All that is behind me now, but I
wanted you to know the truth."

A few hours later, after some more uncomfortable conversation about her
past with her mother, Destiny Rose was back at the Ramblin' Rose diner in
Pleasant View, working the Sunday evening dinner shift.  She was wiping
down a booth when a guy she had seen in the diner a couple of times before,
although not very lately, walked in.

Ronnie Isaak strode across the diner, feeling happy and handsome that
Sunday night.  The `stang was parked out front, and he had just gotten
settled into a very nice new townhouse style apartment there in Pleasant
View.  He would be returning to work on his UPS route the next morning.
Yes, he thought he was going to love his new life here.  Right at that
moment he was loving the look that chisled blonde guy sitting on one of the
diner's barstools was giving him, clearly checking out the impressive bulge
in the front of the too-tight blue jeans Ronnie was wearing with a button
down shirt which was unbuttoned further than necessary so as to also put
his chest on display.

"God, what a fuckin' playa that one thinks he is!" Destiny exclaimed in a
loud whisper as she sat Gunnar's meal in front of him on the bar.  Dealing
with some conceited idiot like this was the last thing she needed tonight
after the day she had just had.  When Destiny spoke, Gunnar turned to look
at her, tearing himself away from staring at Ronnie.

"I don't know, Dest', he looks pretty damn good to me," Gunnar said back in
a low tone, grinning.  He couldn't believe the luck – the one guy in
town he most wanted to get to know better, Ronnie, had just walked in.

Just then, Ronnie seated himself on the barstool right next to Gunnar, even
though nobody else was sitting at the bar, and plenty of tables were empty
too.

"Evening, Miss," Ronnie said politely to Destiny.

"Mmmhmm," Destiny replied dryly, stifling the urge to roll her eyes at this
joke of a playa.

After Destiny had taken Ronnie's order and headed off to the kitchen,
Gunnar said, "Well, hello there, Ronnie."

"Oh, hi there – Gunnar isn't it ," Ronnie replied.

"Why yes, and I'm glad you remember one of the three guys you shot off all
over in the back of a certain pickup truck," Gunnar replied in a low, cocky
tone.

"Yes, very much," Ronnie replied, returning Gunnar's evil grin.  "I thought
that was you, at least.  You look different out of your uniform."

"You've already seen me OUT of my uniform," Gunnar shot back, and they both
laughed nervously.

"You know what I mean," Ronnie replied.  "You look good in your civvies."

"So do you, even though you look fucking hot in that UPS uniform," Gunnar
replied, the sexual tension rising between them with every passing second.

"No hotter than you look in your uniform, Trooper," Ronnie replied.

"So where've you been these past several weeks?" Gunnar asked.

"Oh, out of town settling a few things.  Just got back a few days ago, and
moved into a new place here in Pleasant View.  Going back on my UPS route
tomorrow morning," Ronnie replied.

"Well, judging from that sweet fucking Mustang you rolled in here in, UPS
must pay damn good," Gunnar said.

"Well, it was something I got with my – inheritance – I just went to
see about," Ronnie lied, thinking fast.

"Ahh, been gone to collect an inheritance – how nice," Gunnar said.
"Well, unless it was someone you were close to, in which case I am sorry,
man."

"Oh, no," Ronnie lied on, "it was just a great uncle I had never known too
well."

"Rich uncle," Gunnar laughed, "How convenient."

The guys laughed and talked all through their dinner, feeling both sexual
attraction and a general liking toward one another.

"Look," Gunnar said after they had both gotten their checks from Destiny
and she had walked away again.  "I know we – did what we did – with
the other guys in that truck that one night.  And tonight was a nice, if
unexpected chance to actually talk and get to know each other some."

"Yes, it sure was," Ronnie replied, wondering exactly where Gunnar was
going with this.

"Well, how about we go on an actual date sometime," Gunnar said, bluntly.

"Don't see why not," Ronnie replied, and then decided to see how Gunnar
would take a little proposition.  "Too bad I have to work in the morning,
or you could just come on back to my place and help me break it in, and
then we could call breakfast a date."

"If you didn't have to work in the morning, I would take you up on that in
a BIG way," Gunnar said suggestively.

"And from what I saw in the truck that night, I am pretty much about as BIG
as you are," Ronnie replied cockily.

"Yeah, I'd say within a half an inch," Gunnar said, leaving no doubt about
his total understanding of the double entendre Ronnie had just made.

"Well, I may not have time for an all nighter, but you know it IS only
9:00," Ronnie said.

Meanwhile, at Billy Jack and Barney's house, the couple was seated on
stools at their kitchen counter, Billy Jack's laptop on the counter between
them.

"Let's see, it is 6:00 California time, so Geraldine should be online now,"
Billy Jack said as he logged in to Skype.

Within just a minute, Billy Jack had typed a greeting to Geraldine, she had
replied back, and they had started a video call.

"Hi Geraldine, so good to see you again," Billy Jack said, grinning.

Geraldine smiled back and said, "Yes, you too.  And that must be your
Barney there next to you."  Even as she said this, she was thinking that
Barney's face was way too familiar from somewhere...somewhere long, long
ago.

"Hello, Geraldine, yes, I'm Billy Jack's husband, Barney Finkster," Barney
replied, feeling even more certain that not only had he heard Geraldine's
voice before the phone call the other day, but also that she had seen her
face – or a much younger version of it somewhere before.

While Billy Jack was saying something to Geraldine, both she and Barney
were intently staring at their respective computer screens, trying to
figure out where they had seen one another before.

"Barney Finkster...Barney Finkster..." Geraldine was thinking to herself.
"Oh my GOD!  BERNARD FINKSTER!" she realized silently.  That was what he
had gone by back then, Bernard, not Barney.  It was her old friend from
Pleasant View.  The little queen she had confided in and vice versa.  The
last person from her old life she had talked to so long ago on a night in
Reno...  Simultaneously, Barney saw the faint scar on Geraldine's cheek,
and it all connected in his mind.  Aloud, he exclaimed, "Oh my God.  You
are Jenny Faye Smith!"

Geraldine, startled, slammed her laptop shut.

Billy Jack and Barney's Skype informed them that Geraldine had ended their
video call.

"What?" Billy Jack asked, confused.

"Honey, that woman is no Geraldine.  THAT is Jenny Faye Smith!"

Within an hour, Barney had tried several times to call Geraldine, but she
would not answer, not online, not on her landline nor her cell.  Barney and
Billy Jack talked about what to do next.

"Well," Billy Jack said, "She'll call us back, I think.  After all, she
doesn't know that Josephine and Destiny Rose are looking for her right now.
She was just shocked to see you again after all these years."

"She damn sure wasn't the only one!" Barney replied.

Meanwhile, a few streets over at the Thomason House Bed and Breakfast, most
of the guests had turned in for the night, and Brad and Jack were sitting
in their spacious private den, a room off their master suite on the second
floor of sprawling old mansion.

"You about ready for bed, darlin'?" Jack asked, wrapping an arm around
Brad's shoulders and pulling him close.

"At 10:00?" Brad asked.  "A little early isn't it?"

"Well," Jack said, his voice taking the naughty, playful tone that always
made Brad horny as hell instantly.  "I have to work in the morning, and you
do too, you have that order coming in at the Mercantile.  So if I am going
to fuck your brains out, we had better get started."

"Mmm, baby," Brad grinned, "I figured you were still worn out from last
night and this morning with Gunnar."

"Never too worn out to make love to my baby," Jack replied.

Within minutes they were naked in their big king-sized antique four poster
bed, Jack fucking Brad at a leisurely, but steady pace in the missionary
position, kissing him again and again as they made love.

"Mmm-ah!" Brad groaned.  "That's it, just keep up that pace, it feels –
AH! – amazing, baby!"

"Ohh-uh!" Jack grunted.  "Yes.  Makin' sweet – ah! – love to you,
darlin'"

Moonlight filtered across their nude bodies as they made love, and the soft
music Jack had thought to turn on made the moment even better.  Brad never
failed to be in awe at times like this, thinking how lucky he was to have a
husband like this big wonderful guy.  He sighed, both from that thought and
from the pleasure Jack's fat, throbbing cock was bringing him.

"Yeah," Jack growled sexily, "Makin' you - AH! - feel good, aren't I - UH!
Bradley?"

"Ohhh, Jack," Brad simply groaned in reply.  "I love you."

"I love you too," Jack said, groaning in pleasure himself now, "Ohhh-ah!
That ass is sooo good!"

This slow, steady pace of lovemaking went on for a full fifteen minutes,
before finally they both gave over to passion and Jack opened up and began
to fuck Brad full throttle, hitting Brad's button again and again as they
both reached their climax.

"AH! Uhhh!! FUCK!!" Jack groaned.  "I'm fuckin' CUMMING baby!"

Brad felt the six or seven hot shots of Jack's cum filling him up, and soon
unloaded his own cock all over his stomach.  Jack collapsed on top of Brad
when it was over, wrapping his arms around him.  They kissed passionately.

"I love you so much, Bradley," Jack said.

"I love you too, Jack, with all my heart," Brad replied.

By the time Jack's softening spent cock had slipped from Brad's completly
satisfied hole, they were both sound asleep in one another's arms.  No
matter what other guys they had group buddy sex with, the best sex was
still the love they made with one another.

As Gunnar followed Ronnie across town in his Camaro, following close behind
Gunnar's Mustang, he wondered what was to come.  Well, he figured he pretty
well knew what was immediately to come, they both were going to get their
big cocks off really good with each other, and he undeniably looked forward
to that.  But, Gunnar was already thinking ahead to the possibilities with
Ronnie.

Could he really be a guy Gunnar could date?  And Gunnar was also thinking
the same thoughts he had been having all day, since the amazing sex with
Brad and Jack.  As hot as playing with them had been, Gunnar was pretty
sure that if he did get serious with a guy, he would want to try being
monogamous, at least for a while.  After all, Brad and Jack themselves had
been that way for quite a while when they had first gotten together.

Up in the Mustang, Ronnie was thinking about the fact that he was probably
about to have sex with another person for the first time in a long time.
He had enjoyed being solo-sexual for quite a while, but tonight was going
to be the night to get laid again.  And, he had no doubt that with Gunnar,
whose nine inches nearly measured up to Ronne's own huge rod, it would be a
wonderful first-in-a-long-time lay.  Ronnie was thinking back to a time
much longer ago when he had had sex.  The first time, in fact, although she
had not known it was his first time.

That time back at Stanford, when everyone had called him Stretch, back when
his real name had been Zach Lewis, and back when he had been a
seventeen-year old college freshman who excelled both on the basketball
court and in the classroom.  He clearly remembered that day when Josephine
Jenkins had told him she was pregnant with his baby, the result of the very
first time he had ever had sex with anyone, and how he had tried to
convince her to have an abortion.

He knew she had come back to that very same town – Pleasant View – to
have the baby, but he had no idea where she was now, or what had become of
their child.  So far, he had not had the nerve or taken the time to use any
of his old agency contacts to find out.  And he had no idea that his own
daughter, Destiny Rose Jenkins, had just served dinner to him and Gunnar at
the Ramblin' Rose moments earlier.

TO BE CONTINUED...