Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 21:22:59 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Chief Jack Albertson - Chapter 2 - Eyes in the 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.  The
character of Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself,
although 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.  Permission is NOT given to
repost or share this story anywhere else by any means.

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Chief Jack Albertson - Chapter 2 - Eyes in the Night:

Brad was signing for a package the hot new local UPS driver who looked like
Chris Isaak had just delivered to Miz Viv's Mercantile.  "Damn, I'd like to
play a wicked game with him and let him deliver a big package," said the
little invisible devil on Brad's shoulder.  Brad actually blushed slightly
at the thought, hoping the UPS guy – wasn't his name Ronnie? - hadn't
noticed as he left the shop.  Brad pondered this for a while as he started
unpacking the order of pottery.  He loved Jack with all his heart, and knew
the same was true of Jack's feelings for him.  It was true that they both
loved sex, and had a great sex life with one another.  But if for some
reason sex was gone tomorrow, he knew they each would still want to spend
the rest of their lives with the other.  So, looking at it that way, what
would be the harm in having some sexual fun with other guys, just for the
sake of fun – and sex?  They definitely needed to talk about this soon.

About twelve hours later, Jack's father, Billy Jack Albertson and his
husband, Barney Finkster were riding into the fading twilight on a back
road down by Pleasant View Lake.  They were in Billy Jack's fully restored
and slick as hell canary yellow 1977 Monte Carlo, a project that had been a
great source of pride for him during the past year, since shortly after
Billy Jack and Barney had gotten legally married while on a trip to
Washington, DC.

63-year old Barney Finkster was the most stereotypically queeny gay man
anybody around Pleasant View had ever seen.  He was like a little ol'
skinny train wreck of Paul Lynde and Brother Boy from the movie "Sordid
Lives."  Billy Jack Albertson had revealed to his son Jack that he was also
gay a few years before, but he was about as much the opposite of Barney as
could be, even though they were the same age.  Like his son, Billy Jack was
also very butch.  He had salt and pepper hair and a mustache and goatee.
He was about the same height as his son, but not quite as well built as he
had once been, especially not after a year of Barney's delicious home
cooking.

"Oh, let's listen to Conway!" Barney rasped, sounding as excited as a
teenage girl.

"Fine by me," Billy Jack chuckled.

Barney reached in the glove box and retrieved a still-working 8 track tape
of an old Conway Twitty album and plopped it daintily into the Monte
Carlo's also still-working 8 track player.  The tape slurred to life just
as Conway was crooning his growl-laden cover of the Pointer Sisters' "Slow
Hand."

"Honey, you know I love you," Barney said still giggling, "But if that man
was still livin', I would so GIVE IT UP to him, lord he was just SEX ON A
STICK!"

"How about here?"  Billy Jack asked, as he paused the car at the end of a
muddy little lane leading into some woods near the lake, and chuckled at
Barney's previous comment about Conway.

"Lord, I can't believe we are gonna do this, and us 63 year old, but I am
excited!  Excited and HORNY!" Barney drawled, followed by more girlish
giggling.

The guys had discussed it and had decided that rather than spending a
mundane Monday night watching TV after dinner, they were going to hop in
the Monte Carlo and go parking by the lake like two horny teenagers.

"Me too!" Billy Jack agreed with a grin, "Been a long time since I've had
car sex, too!"

"Well, darlin', you are about to!" Barney exclaimed with glee, as Conway
was launching into the chorus of "Red Neckin' Love Makin' Night."

Billy Jack pulled the car down the muddy lane, which after passing through
a dark tunnel of trees, ended near a secluded cove of the lake, with the
moonlight reflecting on the water beautifully.  Before long, the couple was
naked in the backseat, with Billy Jack plunging his thick
no-Viagra-needed-here, thank you, cock into his husband's nice little ass.
They both gasped and moaned in pleasure as they fucked like two horny
teenagers, just as they had set out to do that night.

When it was over, Billy Jack actually fell asleep there in the back of the
car.  By this time they had switched positions to have Barney riding Billy
Jack's fat dick like a show pony until they had both cum.  Now Billy Jack
was asleep with the also still-naked Barney lying on top of him, nestled
contently in his chest fur.  Barney thought he would just let his man
snooze a bit before they dressed and headed back home.  Besides, he felt so
safe and warm lying there like that in the back of the car with Billy Jack.

Just then, something caught Barney's eye as he gazed out the window toward
a nearby bend in the lake.  "What the fuck?" Barney thought to himself.  He
could have sworn he just saw a pair of wings flapping over that way –
big ass wings.  Just then he saw it again, and this time there was also the
red glow of two enormous – were they eyes?

"What the fuck?!?"  Barney exclaimed, this time aloud.

Billy Jack stirred and sat up, as Barney had already jumped up off him.
They both looked out the car window as the winged, red eyed
whatever-the-hell swooped right over the car, then circled out over the
lake, all in blur.  Billy Jack jumped over and through the split between
the front bucket seats and started the car quicker than he thought he still
could, put it in reverse, floored it, and then squealed tires and went back
out onto the paved lake road.  All the while Billy Jack was still
bare-assed naked, as was Barney as he was jostled around the back seat of
the car.  Barney managed to at least get his drawers on and shimmy between
the seats back up into the front passenger seat.

Billy Jack was flooring the car back in the general direction of town, but
the winged thing swooped over them yet again, before finally turning and
flying off in the direction from which it had originally come.  Billy Jack
took his foot off the gas, and pulled to a wide place in the road.  The
guys quickly got dressed, and then headed back into town, unsure of what
the hell had just happened.

Before and while all of this had been going on, Jack had arrived home from
work at 5:30.  He and Justin had not discussed anything any further, and
there were others in and out when they were changing at the end of their
shift.  Just an older man and woman from West Virginia were settled into
one of the inn's guest rooms on the second floor, Brad advised Jack.  It
was about time for the inn's business to start picking back up for the
spring, which itself was a welcome arrival after one of the coldest and
nastiest winters anyone in Kentucky could remember.

The West Virginia couple spoke to Brad and Jack as they were leaving to go
have dinner at a local restaurant.  Brad and Jack were walking together
toward the smaller eating area just off the home's extensive kitchen.  Brad
had fixed a big homemade Southern-style chef's salad and breadsticks for
them both, and they soon finished dinner and did the dishes together.  Jack
decided this was as good a time as any to bring up the subject he had
discussed with Justin earlier in the day during their awkward, but
arousing, locker room encounter.

"So, Bradley," Jack said, using Brad's full first name in a way that always
turned him on.  "I have been wanting to talk to you about something for a
while now.  Actually we have sort of kidded around about it, but not really
discussed it, but I think we should."

Brad nodded for Jack to go on.  "Well, you know I love you, and our sex
life is beyond great.  But, I've been wondering lately if maybe we might.
Well, you know, a lot of our friends do, and I do think it could be fun and
harmless if we were careful about it, and well what I am saying is..." Jack
stammered and finally trailed off looking rather sheepishly at Brad as Brad
put the last of the dishes away.

Brad was actually suddenly very horny, oddly enough, he thought.  But,
damn, here just this morning he had been wanting to figure out a way to
bring up the subject of possibly playing together with others, and now Jack
had done it – or at least was trying to.

"You mean play together with other guys – the way Justin and Eric and
some of our other friends who are in long term relationships or married
do?" Brad asked simply.

"Yes," Jack said.  "I know we have both thought about it."

"Well, you know I love you.  And I can't wait for our marriage to finally
be legally recognized here in this damn state," Brad said, thinking back to
the legal wedding ceremony they had the year before while on a trip out of
state, and to the wedding ceremony they had there at the inn that was
special, if not legally official, just over two years before.  Brad and
Jack were both beyond pissed at Kentucky's Governor Steve Beshear for
appealing the ruling of a Louisville Federal Judge which would have made
same-sex marriages performed in other states or countries legally
recognized in the Commonwealth.  Like many other LGBT Kentucky folk and
their friends and allies, they were also very proud of Kentucky's Attorney
General Jack Conway for refusing to represent the state in its pointless
appeal of the decision.  They were eagerly awaiting the day when the United
State Supreme Court would make gay marriages fully legal nationwide, a day
that, to borrow the words of Dr. King would hopefully be, "How long?  Not
long!"

Jack nodded, and Brad continued, "But, I will be honest with you, baby.
The idea of playing around together some with other guys we trust just for
fun makes me crazy horny.  And if it is just sex with friends for the fun
of it, then I don't see the harm.  I think it'd be hot as hell actually,
and probably bring us all even closer."

"So do I!" Jack exclaimed, sounding relieved.  "I would only want to do it
together too.  And only with like our closest friends who we can totally
trust and always be totally uninhibited with when we do it.  It always used
to sound so hot when Eric and Justin talked about doing that with Bubba and
James.  They even got to where the four of them agreed to only ever play
with each other and that way they could all bareback or whatever and not
have to worry.  It certainly hasn't harmed their relationship a bit, and I
know they probably miss the fourways a lot since Bubba and James moved
away.  Hell, that is probably partially why they have both started thinking
about doing with us what they used to do with them."

Bubba and James had moved away to Georgia the previous year, when Miz
Vivian had managed to pull some strings back in her old home state and help
Bubba get a district manager's job with Good Humor Ice Cream, the company
for which he had been a route driver in the Smithville and Pleasant View
areas.  Eric and Justin definitely missed their barebacking buddies; the
other couple had eventually become almost an extension of their own
relationship and vice versa, and since they had left town Eric and Justin
had returned to only having sex with each other, but they missed the spice
of having another couple to get totally nasty with for fun.  They also
missed Bubba and James as friends, as did Brad and Jack, but they all
understood that an opportunity like that was one Bubba could not have
passed up.

"Well, I agree, and I think it is clear we both are thinking of nobody else
but Eric and Justin when we think of doing this," Brad said.

"Definitely.  Eric is hot in a lot of the same ways you are, babe," Jack
replied.  "And you know, I've always thought of Justin as a friend, but
lately I will admit that I have found him pretty damn attractive, which has
really surprised me."

Brad agreed as to the attractiveness of their best friends, and added,
"Only thing is, I guess that since Eric is running the bottled water
company for us, and Justin is a cop and you are the chief now, we are sorta
both of them's bosses."  Eric Jamison had been managing a water bottling
facility that Jack and Brad co-owned in a partnership with Miz Vivian.  The
facility bottled the pure spring water which came from property on Smith's
Mountain that Jack had inherited prior to meeting Brad, and was located
outside of the adjacent town of Smithville.  Eric had been the manager
there ever since the bottling plant had first opened a couple of years
before.

Brad continued, "But, I don't think it would be awkward, because we are all
already so close as friends.  Hell, we've already seen them naked," Brad
added, thinking back to the times they had skinny dipped in the lake with
the other couple.  "And you know that Justin is always teasing you lately
about wanting us all to play around, and Eric does the same to me
sometimes," Brad added.  "Until just lately I thought of them just as
friends, almost like bros really, but after getting so close to both of
them in that way, I admit I started thinking how damn hot they both are,
and how hot it is when they talk about the thing they used to have with
James and Bubba.  And Eric was going on to me awhile back about how Justin
has decided he prefers to bottom more than top - it all just seems hot to
me lately, so I'm glad we are talking about it," Brad concluded.

Jack agreed with all of that, and added, "I didn't think Just' was serious
until today – and maybe just like me he hadn't really thought seriously
about it until lately," Jack replied.  He then proceeded to tell Brad
exactly what had happened between him and Justin in the locker room that
morning.

"Well, I'm not crazy about him grabbing your package without it all being
discussed first or without me there," Brad said honestly.  "But, while I
feel I should be jealous, in another way that all makes me crazy horny too,
which tells me we are thinking the right thing if we are thinking of
playing with them.  We need to talk to them about it.  But, like I said,
I'm honestly not mad, even though I probably should be about what happened.
I think Justin just got carried away, which is easy to do with a guy as hot
as you are, baby.  But, I love that we can talk openly and honestly about
stuff like this, and if you are up for it, I am.  Like I said, we should
try to talk to them about it soon.  You know they are already planning on
coming over tomorrow night for dinner," Brad concluded.  Brad and Jack both
would make it a point to get Eric and Justin to stay later than Miz Vivian
and Hank did at the dinner party the six of them had planned for the next
evening there at the inn.

Jack agreed with all that Brad had just said.  Later, Jack was in the
shower and Brad was sitting in a bedside chair reading when he heard a
tremendous rumble of a loud, old car right out in front of the inn.  He
looked down out of the bedroom window and saw that Jack's dad's old Monte
Carlo had just wheeled in right in front of the white-columned portico of
the big old house.

"What in the world are they doing here at ten o'clock at night?" Brad
thought silently.  "And I hope that loud-ass car ain't woke up our guests."

Just then Jack came walking in from the shower totally naked and looking as
sexy as usual, with his limp cock flopping back and forth over his big
hair-dusted ballsack, but Brad didn't have time to do anything about that
now.  He was already jerking on his own boxers and bathrobe, and advised
Jack to do the same.  "Your daddy and Barney just piled out of that old car
and," Brad started to say they were about to ring the doorbell – just
when they did.

By the time Brad and Jack got downstairs and opened the big double wooden
front doors of the inn, Barney had already leaned on the doorbell enough to
wake up the ghosts that had once been thought to haunt the stately old
mansion, let alone the guests.

"Daddy, what the hell is going on?" Jack asked in a combination of concern
and annoyance.  His ever-observant cop side was also noting that Barney
Finkster was pale as a sheet, and trembling all over like a Chihuahua in a
thunderstorm.

By the time the four of them had gone into the adjoining parlor and Barney
had gotten to the middle of the story of what had just happened at the
lake, they all heard footsteps coming down the staircase.  Also clad in
their robes and slippers, Jo Anne and Melvin Hunsucker peered into the
parlor.

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Hunsucker, I apologize profusely," Brad said, jumping up
and going into full innkeeper mode, even if he was in his bathrobe and bare
feet at the moment.

"Well, it's all right, we weren't asleep yet anyway," the gray-haired Jo
Anne replied.

"And not to eavesdrop, but we couldn't help overhearin' what y'all was
talking about as we come down the stairs just now," Melvin added.

Brad was thinking how nice and open minded the couple was, especially for
people of their age – early 60s – and considering where they were
from – West-by-gawd-Virginia, a place as conservative as many of the
areas surrounding Pleasant View and especially to the east and south of it
also still were, for that matter.  Jo Anne had spoken to Brad on the phone
to make their reservations, and had even commented on what a handsome, nice
couple he and Jack seemed to be, based on the picture on the inn's website.
It had been decided shortly after Miz Vivian turned the inn over to the
guys that on the website and all other promotional materials it would be
made clear that this was an inn owned by a happily married gay couple.  If
anything, this fact had helped, rather than harmed their business, as LGBT
travelers and their open-minded and like-minded straight counterparts alike
had made the inn's first couple of years under Brad and Jack's ownership
very successful.  Jack quickly introduced his father and stepfather to the
Hunsuckers, and Barney then finished telling what had happened, with Billy
Jack's assistance in calming him down enough to get through the more
scary-to-remember moments.

"I'm about ashamed to admit that two old farts like us were out `a
parkin'," Barney said, blushing, "but since you nice folks already
overheard my big mouth tellin' it, they ain't no takin' it back now."

"Well, you seem to be happy and that's what matters.  A little spice never
hurt anything.  Part of why we are staying in this here romantic inn
tonight, actually," said Jo Anne, casting a naughty glance at her husband
that made him noticeably embarrassed.

"We need to tell you all something, after hearing this story," Melvin said,
turning serious.  "It is about odd us being here tonight and this happening
to y'all, actually."

Melvin proceeded to relate to the two gay couples that in their own horny
teenage parking days, he and Jo Anne used to drive up to the old abandoned
World War II TNT production and storage area located just outside their
hometown of Point Pleasant, West Virginia.  Back in the late 1960s when
they were courting as seniors in high school – Class of '68 – the TNT
area had been the place for young couples to go do the deed away from the
watchful eyes of parents.

"Wait a minute," Brad said in sudden recognition.  "The Silver Bridge
disaster – in that Richard Gere movie – `The Mothman Prophesies'," he
said.

"Well, that there movie done a lot to screw up the real story besides just
moving it to the present day," Jo Anne commented.  "But the real fact is
everybody in town, just about it, saw that thing – we all called it the
big bird back then – all summer long back in '67."

Melvin explained that by the late summer of 1967, he and Jo Anne were about
to start their senior year of high school.  They were out parking one
night, and sure enough, they saw the same red-eyed, winged, terrifying
creature that many of their friends and neighbors had already encountered –
and which some reporter had dubbed "The Mothman" after the character on the
then-popular "Batman" television series.

"Now, wait just a damn minute here," said Barney. "I don't think for a
minute that what we seen tonight out by the lake was what that Richard Gere
made that movie about."

"Maybe not," Mr. Hunsucker replied evenly.  "But, it might be something
like what we all REALLY saw back then, back before that awful Christmas.
That was no movie.  That was real life, and they never did explain it to
suit most of us.  Damn eye bar chain link on that old bridge and heavy
traffic, supposedly – but, too much other weird shit went on leading up
to when the bridge fell, if you ask me, and the big bird was not the least
of it."

The Hunsuckers then shared their own memories of the horrible collapse of
the Silver Bridge, which connected Point Pleasant, West Virginia with
Gallipolis, Ohio, into the Ohio River at rush hour just before Christmas in
1967.  "There wasn't a family in town that didn't lose somebody they was
kin to or at least in laws or neighbors or something with," Jo Anne said,
emotion entering her voice even after so many years.  "What I still
remember the most was seeing all them Christmas packages floating in that
cold water after the bridge went down."  Melvin put a comforting arm around
his wife's shoulders.

"Well, we don't want to jump to any kind of conclusions," Jack said.  "But
it certainly sounds like I should send an officer out there to investigate.
The entire perimeter of the lake, and the lake itself, is in Pleasant View
city limits, so it is my jurisdiction."

"But, honey, if you call the station on your first night as chief and tell
them that the fucking Mothman has decided to visit us here in Pleasant
View," Brad said, "Well, your first day may be your last and they will
think you are crazy as hell!"

"I never said anything about the damn Mothman," Jack said evenly.  "I know
where you are coming from, babe, but whatever is out there could be
something dangerous that we need to know about.  I'll just tell them I had
a report of strange lights over the lake – they will go take a look and
make sure no aircraft have been reported missing or anything like that.

Jack went off to the other room to call the station, and Barney and Billy
Jack left to go home, while the Hunsuckers retired back upstairs.  After
all the goodbyes were said, Brad walked back in the other room just as Jack
was clicking off his cell.

"Lord, Barney was wound up," Jack said chuckling.  "And I think even daddy
thought he saw something."

"Who knows, maybe they did," Brad said.  He was always more inclined to
believe the unbelievable than was his logical-thinking cop husband, after
all.

"Well, I doubt it was the long-lost West Virginia Mothman, even if they
did," Jack said, chuckling again.  "And imagine them two out there fucking
by the lake like horny teenagers.  I wish I'd have known it, I'd have
driven a patrol car out there and kicked the blue lights on, that would
have scared them worse than whatever the hell they saw!"

Brad had to laugh at that thought.  He then grinned slightly at Jack as
they turned off the downstairs lights and started up the elegant staircase
together.  "Speaking of fucking like horny teenagers, Chief Albertson..."

"Why Mr. Carson," Jack said, grinning back and already starting to pitch a
tent in his boxers beneath his bathrobe, "We don't want to wake up our
guests – again."

"There is a reason as horny an old gal as Miz Vivian put the master suite
wayyyy at the end of this long hallway," Brad said pausing at the top of
the stairs on the second floor of the sprawling 15,000 square-foot,
three-storied antebellum beauty that was the Thomason House.  He continued,
"And the guest rooms all the way over there on the other end of the hall.
And I gave the Hunsuckers the room farthest from ours," he concluded with a
naughty twinkle in his eye.

"You dirty boy," Jack said, slapping Brad's ass playfully through his robe
as they turned down the long hallway that led toward their room.

"Actually, literally," Brad said.  "If you recall, just before all the
excitement you had your shower, but I still haven't had mine yet."

They walked into their room, locked the door and got naked, both of them
already rock hard in anticipation of what was to come.  "I've already had
mine, but I think I will join you for yours," Jack said, smiling broadly as
he grabbed Brad's fat hard dick and gave it a quick tug.

Shower sex was a favorite of Jack and Brad.  And Brad was in the mood to
fuck his big studly husband tonight.  Both of them liking to flip fuck was
another great thing about the sexual aspect of their relationship.  Jack
didn't mind at all when Brad's body language – and throbbing cock –
made it obvious as the warm water of the shower caressed their naked, horny
bodies as they rinsed after washing, that tonight he wanted to be the top.

But before he plowed him, Brad wanted to taste that big fat delicious cop
cock - make that CHIEF cock - of Jack's first, though.

He ceased teasing Jack's nice bubble butt ass crack with the engorged head
of his thick prick, and turned Jack around.  They kissed hotly as Brad ran
his hands through Jack's wet chest fur.

"I love you, big guy," Brad said with a tender smile as he gazed into
Jack's deep blue eyes.

"You too baby," Jack agreed. "So much."

Brad then just dropped to his knees and swallowed Jack's rock hard member
whole.  As he began to suck his man in earnest, he also grabbed those big
bubble butt ass cheeks of Jack's in both hands and massaged them.

"Uhh!"  Jack groaned, "Fuck yeah, suck that cock, baby!"

Jack's just-washed, wet member tasted so fucking good to Brad, as did the
precum that he could now taste leaking out of it as he bobbed his head on
it.

"Ah-Uhh!"  Jack moaned, "So good baby - UH! you are such a fuckin' good
little cocksucker!"

This just turned Brad on more, and he knew he was ready to fuck his husband
good.

"I want to take that ass now, baby," Brad said lustily after releasing
Jack's throbbing cock from his mouth.

Jack turned around and grasped the towel bar made into the wall of their
large shower, with its soothing main rainshower head and side heads.  He
bent down and Brad soon entered him, wrapping his arms around Jack's hairy
chest in a backpack hug as his throbbing fat cock bottomed out in Jack's
tight bubble butt, Jack's sphincter clamping down on his meat with a
welcoming embrace of heat.

"Ugh!  Yeah, give it to me!" Jack said.  "Pound my ass good, baby!"

Brad pounded away and they both moaned and groaned in ecstasy, with no
further words needed as they fucked passionately there in the shower.  Jack
loved the feeling of ever growing warmth sweeping through him as Brad's fat
dick was hitting his prostate just right, and his own cock was oozing
precum as Brad's hands worked his wet nipples as Brad hugged him from
behind, grasping Jack and his tits so tightly as his hips bucked wildly,
fucking Jack full-tilt for all he was worth.

"FUCK YEAH!"  Brad groaned, "I'M GONNA CUM THAT ASS FULL!!!"

With an answering groan of delight, Jack began to unload a huge load
against the wall of the shower, as his husband's seed coated his insides.
"Mmmm, so good baby," Jack purred as they washed each other off tenderly in
the afterglow of their lovemaking.  They were both thinking that while
possibly playing with Just' and Eric would be undeniably hot, their private
time together was on a whole other level: not just fucking, as fun as
fucking is, but really making love.

Just as they were turning off the light after getting into bed, Jack's
phone rang.  It was the station reporting that no planes were missing, and
the officer who had patrolled around the lake had not seen anything out of
the ordinary.  Brad and Jack were soon fast asleep, naked and cuddled in
each other's arms.

While all of this had gone on, while sitting on their couch with the TV on,
Eric and Justin had also discussed what had happened in the locker room
that day between Jack and Justin.  Eric got so turned on hearing about it,
and Justin was hard as a rock by the time he got done telling it.

"You don't think Jack was pissed, do you?"  Eric asked.  "As much as I
would totally love for us to start hooking up with them just like we used
to with Bubba and James - and for it to get that hot and that close - I
wouldn't want to screw up our friendships with them."

"I shouldn't have grabbed him like that," Justin admitted, "but he was rock
hard when I did, and I can tell he wants this to happen.  I'm sure Brad
does too.  I've seen the way they both look at both of us lately.  And GOD
I'd love to have Jack just go balls deep in me!  I got so fucking hard when
he made that little joke about me being a bottom bitch."

"Oh yeah," Eric agreed, "I would love to see that.  And actually, I'd love
to have them both fuck the hell out of me.  And I'd return the favor too if
they both wanted.  I know you have decided you are more of a bottom,
though."

"But, you also know I still like to fuck a nice ass once in a while,"
Justin grinned back.  By now they were each reaching over to stroke the
other's cock through the gym shorts they had been lounging around in that
evening, along with just t-shirts.

"Well, speaking of," Eric said with a grin, "As much as I like hearing you
moan when I pound that tight muscle ass of yours, baby, it really IS about
time that you returned the favor again."

They were getting each other out of their shirts as he said this.  Soon the
shorts had been kicked off too, and they were stroking each other's cock
furiously as they sat there buck naked on the couch.

"God I love you," Eric said sincerely, as they broke a passionate kiss and
continued working each other's dick.  "And talking about this makes me so
fucking horny.  As hot as our sex - and lovemaking - always is, I admit I
have missed the way it felt to get with another couple we were so close to
- it was so great."

"Yes, I miss Bubba and James and all this shit we did with them too,"
Justin agreed.  "Maybe we'll get to that point with Brad and Jack.  Right
now though I just want to make you feel so good, baby.  I love you."

"Well, it is a warm night," Eric said with a grin.

Without another word they made their way naked and rock hard out onto their
deck.  It was a warm early spring evening, and the lake looked beautiful as
it reflected a million stars.

"Fuck me!" Justin said as he braced himself with both hands against the
deck railing, muscled ass prone and exposed.

They were both extremely horny from their conversation about Brad and Jack,
and they knew this was not going to be a long session.  Eric plunged in
fully and began to fuck Justin hard there in the starlight.

"Uh!!  Ah-UHH!! Oh FUCK, yes!" Justin moaned as his cute bearcub's fat cock
pounded in and out of his tight musclecop ass again and again.

"Mmm yeah!"  Eric grunted as he fucked Justin even harder.

Within about five minutes, they were both ready to explode, and did, with
hot jets of Justin's hot cop cum showering down into their yard between the
deck railings as he felt Eric's load coating his insides.  They soon went
upstairs, showered, and headed to bed, feeling fulfilled from their
lovemaking, and still anticipitating what hot fun might be yet to come with
Brad and Jack.

Justin was sleeping peacefully when Eric went downstairs to get a glass of
milk about an hour after they had gone to bed.  For some reason Eric just
couldn't sleep that night, but milk usually did the trick.  He noticed the
clock on the stove said it was 12:00 midnight as he finished his milk, put
the empty glass in the sink, and turned off the kitchen light.  He walked
through their living room toward the staircase, passing by the huge windows
which overlooked Pleasant View Lake.  Something caught his eye.  What was
that coming in from over the far side of the lake?  Who would be out in a
plane this time of night flying this low over the lake?  Even as these
thoughts raced through Eric's mind, he became entranced by one thing: the
eerie glowing red lights which were drawing closer – and he realized
with a chill that rather than lights they appeared to be eyes.

Eric was a self-admitted geek.  He liked to read, and this included
mysteries, history, some sci-fi, and paranormal topics.  He had stumbled
across John Keel's 1974 book "The Mothman Prophesies" several years before
and had thoroughly enjoyed it, realizing that the true story of what had
happened was much more interesting, and even more chilling, than the way
Hollywood had presented it in the film many years after the book's
publication and decades after the actual events in Point Pleasant.

Keel had written his account of the Mothman sightings, and of the
mysterious tall, thin, handsome, seemingly otherworldly visitor named
Indrid Cold (and according to both witness accounts and Keel's book, the
two entities were not one in the same as would later be presented in the
movie), and the various other creepy things that had all seemingly
culminated in the December, 1967 collapse of the Silver Bridge.  Keel's
book presented things in such a way that the reader was left thinking that
perhaps the government was covering up something so big and so paranormal
that it would have done the later television series "The X-Files" very
proud.  Eric had also read Guy Barker's rather surreal and disturbing book
about the same events called "The Silver Bridge" and found that book to
present more of a viewpoint that left the reader thinking that maybe the
government was actually the cause, rather than the investigators, of what
had gone on in Point Pleasant so many years before.  All of this went
quickly through Eric's mind as he stood there transfixed, gazing out his
living room windows as the two red eyes approached from across the lake.
Was that the flapping of huge black wings he was actually seeing too?
Suddenly the soaring thing turned, shot upwards, and flew at a very high
speed off and out of sight, somewhere over the mountaintop in back of the
other side of the lake.

Eric and Justin had not yet heard about Billy Jack and Barney's sighting of
the same thing earlier that same night.  So, Eric actually questioned if
maybe his mind was actually playing tricks on him or if he had just watched
that great documentary "Eyes of the Mothman" (which was based on the real
events and much more accurate than the Hollywood film had been) one time
too many.  At any rate, he was not about to say anything to Just' or
anybody else about what he thought he had seen.  He shrugged his shoulders
to himself, then went back up the stairs, let his robe drop to the floor,
and crawled naked back into bed next to Justin.

Just then Ronnie – well, that was what they knew him as here in this
hick town, anyway - was looking through a pair of binoculars as he sat in a
nondescript dark sedan alongside the lake road not too far from where
Barney and Billy Jack had gone parking earlier in the evening.  He had seen
the red lights disappear over the mountaintop.  He also noted that the
lights in that house across the lake had gone on and off again around the
time the latest flight was taking place.  Perhaps someone there had spotted
the flight.  Perhaps they would talk, but maybe not.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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