Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 22:05:27 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Chief Jack Albertson - Chapter 8 - When You Come Back to Me Again

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 are
completely based on me, although Brad Carson is my pen name, not my real
name, 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
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Chief Jack Albertson – Chapter 8 – When You Come Back to Me Again

Life would soon get back to normal in Pleasant View.  No one would ever
forget that strange spring.  Avalene's husband Tom, along with Jonathan,
would soon be convicted to long prison sentences, while again Avalene would
get off with no punishment, as would Holly.  Tom had used Holly's trysts
with Jonathan to convince him to throw a state highway contract to a
construction company Tom's bank owned.  In turn, Tom had seen to it the
construction company cut corners and did not properly retrofit the US 25
Bridge when assigned to update it as their first project.  The court ruled
that this caused the collapse, noted that it was a miracle no lives were
lost, and sent Jonathan and Tom up the river, no pun intended.

Summer 2014 would lead to more hot sex, great lovemaking, and more
unexpected challenges, as well, for Chief Jack Albertson, his friends,
family, lovers, and the citizens of all of Pleasant View, Kentucky.

******

Two Months Later:

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The weird events of the previous spring were nearly forgotten as the fun of
summer was on everyone's mind in Pleasant View as that June was drawing to
a close.  Except, of course, for the major traffic headache caused by the
bridge being out downtown.  The state and federal government had promised
to build a new U.S. 25 Bridge as quickly as possible, and in fact work was
already well underway on the new span.  Meanwhile, getting from one side of
downtown to the other meant backtracking three or four miles in either
direction, then taking the interstate to cross the Shawnee River, then
backtracking a couple of miles back into town from the other exit.

Barney Finkster was working his queeny fingers to the bone, as his flower
shop and wedding planning business was in its peak season.  Still, he found
time to walk over to the Ramblin' Rose and meet his hunky husband, Billy
Jack Albertson, for lunch on that Wednesday afternoon.  "Hi babe!" Barney
exclaimed as Billy Jack plopped his tall, stocky frame onto a bar stool
next to Barney's lithe, smaller body.

"Hey darlin'" Billy Jack grinned back.  "Shew, I'm burning up, air is out
in that damn delivery truck and I'll be `til 6:00 the best I can do getting
everything delivered."

"Mmm but when you come home all hot and sweaty, we can take a shower
together and I can get you ALL soapy and clean!" Barney rasped, feeling his
dick twitch in his khaki cargo shorts at the thought.

"You are the two horniest old bastards I've ever seen in my life!" Destiny
Rose Jenkins, the tall, beautiful 26-year old African American waitress,
said with a grin as she brought Billy Jack and Barney their lunch.  Just
enough makeup perfectly accented her beautiful complexion which was the
color of light mocha, and her long, beautiful ebony hair was neatly braided
and pulled back.

"Oh, honey, I just know that one of these days we are going to be saying
`we knew you when'," Barney replied, returning Destiny Rose's smile.
"Would sure as hell beat working all day here," Destiny Rose
admitted. "Even though I have to admit I do enjoy this.  We'll see what
happens, I guess," she added wistfully.

After Destiny Rose walked away, Billy Jack said to Barney, "You know, I
think she really does have a shot in this thing.  She sings like an angel,
and it is way the hell past time the country music business finally had a
major female African American star."

"So true," Barney agreed.  "If there is any justice, she'll win the whole
damn thing here and go on to Nashville for sure."

The guys were referring to the fact that in addition to juggling her
waitress job and college classes, Destiny Rose (she just used her first and
middle names for her budding singing career) was now one of the top ten
finalists in the "Kentucky Country Music Highway Showdown," the winner of
which would compete in a nationally-televised contest at the Grand Ole Opry
House in Nashville later that summer.  The winner out of that one-off live
show would get a recording contract with a major label, and at least
theoretically be on the path to country music stardom that so many
Kentuckians, from Loretta Lynn to the Judds, had taken before them.

Barney turned a bit wistful now himself, "You know, I can't help but wonder
where Jenny Faye wound up.  She got one hell of an awful raw deal back
then, the girl should have been the female Charley Pride, but hell, it is a
wonder that Charley Pride himself didn't get done the same damn way.
People were crazy as hell back then – some of them still are."

Jenny Faye Smith had been a similar young, up and coming African American
country singer from these parts, four and a half decades earlier.  She made
records for a tiny little regional label up in Rosemont, and they were the
kinds of records that remarkably got both country and R&B airplay and
appealed to both white and black listeners.  Her fame was soon becoming
known outside of just Eastern and Southern Kentucky and the surrounding
areas.  "When You Come Back to Me Again," a smooth, soulful ballad that
seemed to seamlessly blend the mountain roots of bluegrass music with the
Muscle Shoals sound of soul that was so popular back then in the late `60s,
managed, even without a major label's A&R department to promote it, to
reach the 70-something positions on the Billboard country singles chart,
and it barely cracked the Top 50 on the R&B chart as well.

Just when she was poised to get a major Nashville recording contract with
the help of Tom T. Hall, some local redneck assholes had grabbed her, then
raped her and cut her face one night as she was leaving a show in a local
honky-tonk, in what was one of the most horrible incidents of the Civil
Rights era to occur as far north as Pleasant View.  Governor Bert T. Combs
himself had sent Jenny Faye flowers, and the physical and emotional scars
both healed better than they would have on a less strong lady, but Jenny
Faye soon left Kentucky – and the music business – both behind for
good, seemingly never to be heard from again.

"Yeah," Billy Jack agreed, "She was a hell of a singer too, and those sons
of bitches should rot in hell for what they did to her back then."  Billy
Jack remembered hearing some of Jenny Faye's regional recordings,
especially "When You Come Back to Me Again," before he had left Kentucky
for California a few years after the attack on Jenny Faye.  She really had
been a great singer back then, just as Destiny Rose was now.

Fortunately, most people in that part of Kentucky were no longer blatant
racists, and even for the minority who still were, violence against those
of a different skin color was very uncommon.  Major progress had also been
made on gay rights, and while the bigots were still somewhat more vocal at
times in their opposition to LGBTQ folk these days, physical violence based
on a person's sexuality would be considered unusual were it to occur
nowadays.

Soon, their lunch ended and Billy Jack and Barney parted ways, both saying
their goodbyes to Destiny Rose.  Barney thought that even Billy Jack would
be surprised to learn the secret that Destiny Rose had confided to Barney
only a few months before.  Quite a coincidence, Destiny Rose choosing to
confide a secret to Barney, just as Jenny Faye had once confided a secret
of her own.  As Barney crossed Main Street that hot afternoon, he thought
how many people in this damn town would be surprised to know the kinds of
secrets he had kept for different ones of them through the years.  Hell, a
lot of them would be surprised to know that there was actually way more to
Barney at all than just a limp-wristed, stereotypical persona and the best
damn flower arranging skills in the tri-state area.

By seven that night, Billy Jack and Barney were both home in their cute,
comfortable ranch house which was located in a nice neighborhood, and just
a few streets over from the inn which Brad and Jack lived in and operated.
Within a few minutes of Billy Jack getting home, the two lovers were naked
in the shower together, Barney relishing washing every inch of his tall,
stocky, furry bear, and Billy Jack returning the favor.  Soon they had
rinsed and were making out passionately in the warmth of the water that was
running all over their naked bodies.  Age was just a number to them both,
and they were both still as horny and virile in their early `60s as they
had been in their `20s.  Barney only wished they had known each other all
those years before, but being together the last few years had been heaven,
though.

Barney was soon bent over gripping the chrome railing in the shower as
Billy Jack gave him a royal ass rimming, his wet `stache and goatee
brushing against Barney's cheeks as his tongue probed.  Soon Barney could
stand no more.  "Oh, GAWD!"  He rasped, "I need you inside me NOW, baby!"

Billy Jack did not have to be asked twice.  He soon plunged his bare, wet,
rock hard, exceptionally fat dick deep inside his husband and began fucking
the lean, smaller man with much passion and force.  As they were both
moaning and cumming together there in their shower, a few streets over Brad
and Jack were sitting out on the back porch of what had once been their
first house together with a friend.

"Gunnar," Brad was saying, "you have to quit beating yourself up over what
happened, Jack is right."

Gunnar Donaldson had been kicking himself mentally for the past couple of
months, ever since the truth about the bridge collapse had come out.  As a
state trooper, he felt like he should have somehow been able to figure out
that his then-fuckbuddy Jonathan, was going to sell out the state bridge
contract to Avalene's husband Tom's bank's construction company in exchange
for some hot sex with Avalene's trashy BFF, who just so happened to be
Jack's ex-wife Holly.  This was all the sort of stuff of Internet soap
operas, that no one would believe, except it was exactly the kind of shit
that really did happen in small Southern towns all the time.

"Exactly," Jack reiterated.  "So you were fucking around with Jonathan.  So
what?  You didn't know what him, Avalene, Tom, and my fuckin' ex-wife were
all up to."

"I know, you're right," Gunnar said with a long sigh.  "I do miss the
asshole, I had started to get feelings for him beyond just sex, you know."

Gunnar had become a very close friend, as well as a fairly frequent
three-way play partner with Brad and Jack over the past couple of months.
This had all happened quickly once Gunnar had leased and moved into the
small house Brad and Jack had first lived together in, which was located
diagonally across the street from the sprawling antebellum inn where they
lived now.  Perhaps it was his feelings about Jonathan, who was now gone
for a long prison sentence, and perhaps it was just reaching his late-30s
and having fucked around a LOT with both men and women.  Whatever the
reason, just as Jack had done at around the same point in his life, Gunnar
had recently realized that he was gay, and not bi.  He had lost interest in
sex with women, and lately really only fooled around with Brad and Jack.
Maybe that was because they were nice and conveniently located nearby, and
maybe it was because he knew they didn't judge him for deciding what he had
about his sexuality.

"We know," Brad agreed.  "Look, Gunnar, you are a nice guy, and so totally
fucking built and hot.  We love fooling around with you, obviously.  And I
think you will eventually find a great guy of your own.  Jonathan obviously
wasn't the one for you, even if it was starting to feel like it."

"Fuck all this heavy talk," Gunnar said, standing up then, "Let's go
swimmin', y'all!"

Just like that, the Greek-statuesque trooper pulled his wife beater over
his head, dropped his shorts, and as he was going commando, soon bounded
buck naked across the yard, up the ladder and into the big above ground
backyard pool.  In seconds, Jack and Brad both laughingly stripped one
another and soon the three friends were all splashing and laughing like
overgrown children in the cool pool, all totally bare-assed naked.  Jack
and Brad loved how this had all worked out; it was fun to fool around in
their old pool and their old house with Gunnar.  And they had both missed
their skinny dipping sessions in this same pool; they couldn't very well do
that in the inn's much larger and nicer swimming pool with guests seemingly
always around!

If anyone could have seen the scene in the fenced-in back yard, it would
have been a something-for-everyone gay wet dream.  There was Jack, the
black-haired, blue eyed, tall, stocky, hairy police chief with an
exceptionally thick cock just like his dad's and those big bull balls.
There was Brad, the tall and chubby, somewhat nerdy guy with a very thick
dick of his own, and then there was Gunnar, who was simply stunning, blonde
hair, blue eyes, and a totally ripped body, dusted perfectly with blonde
fur which looked really fucking good all wet at that moment.  And Gunnar
had a huge, veiny, porn-worthy nine inch dick, as well.  For the past few
months, ever since an impromptu four way jackoff session with the local UPS
guy in the back of Jack's truck one night, Gunnar had become increasingly
close to Brad and Jack, especially since becoming their tenant and
neighbor.

By this point, the three friends had each did basically everything sexual
with one another a few times, except for anal, and enjoyed it all
tremendously.  However, Brad and Jack only did bareback now if they were
going to fuck, and currently that meant that they only did anal at all with
just one another and their best friends Justin and Eric.  They hadn't
really discussed it much, but all three knew that Gunnar was still smarting
from what happened with Jonathan too much to want to fuck, although that
was starting to change.  They all knew that if they did start fucking, they
would want it raw with Gunnar too, provided Gunnar got tested first and
really had settled down.  That in turn led to all sorts of hot thoughts of
potentially amazing group sex involving Gunnar and the two couples.

The truth was, since opening their own relationship, Brad and Jack had
found that they completely loved three and four ways, and that the thought
of maybe even having a more extended group sex or small orgy type of scene
with close and trusted friends made them completely, ragingly horny.  The
spice that playing with other friends had added to their already great
relationship was amazing to both Jack and Brad.  Ronnie the UPS Guy would
be a welcome potential addition to any developing mini-orgy of friends, at
least in the dirty minds of these guys, but he had seemingly disappeared.
The UPS office just said he was on an extended leave of absence, and no one
seemed to be able to reach him.

Before long, Gunnar, Brad, and Jack were all rock hard as they horse-played
together there in the backyard pool.  "Brad tells me this is where you two
first made out and jacked each other off when you first got together,"
Gunnar said with a wicked grin.

"Bradley," Jack said, play-scolding with a big grin, "Must you tell all our
dirty secrets?"

"Yep!" Brad said grinning.  "Truth is, Gunnar, that first time I was here,
this one actually jacked off all over your sliding kitchen doors while he
was watching me jack off out here without me knowing it, and didn't tell me
until later.  Not, that is, until after we had already gotten really hot
together on the deck by this pool.

"I think I need a reenactment!" Gunnar said, laughing.  He kept on until
the guys laughingly agreed.

Soon Brad and Jack were seated next to one another on the deck that
surrounded the pool, their legs dangling in the water, stroking each
other's cocks as they kissed hotly, both remembering the electricity that
had passed between them back when they had that first sexual contact right
here on this spot, and best of all, still feeling it now.

"FUCK!" Gunnar exclaimed, as he stood naked in the middle of the pool,
stroking his own huge rod as he watched Brad and Jack make out and jack
each other with true passion.

"Then we did THIS," Jack said, completely turned on by having Gunnar watch
their little show.

Soon Brad was sitting on Jack's thighs there on the poolside deck, both of
them still dripping wet and blissfully buck naked, with his legs wrapped
around the hot police chief, and they continued to jack each other, to the
point that they were both groaning between their kisses soon.  Their cocks
were pressed against one another as were their balls; Jack was squeezing
both of their dicks in his big hand, jacking them furiously now.  They were
oblivious, until he plopped down beside them, that Gunnar had even gotten
out of the pool.  The hot trooper stuck his head in between them, and
before they could even react, he began to suck Brad and Jack's cocks
together at the same time, gagging occasionally but bobbing his head in
pleasure as he continued stroking his own throbbing dick.

"Oh FUCK, Gunnar!" Jack moaned.

"God, YEAH!" Brad groaned in agreement.  "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!!!"

"I – UGH! – Am too!" Jack grunted.

In a swift motion, Gunnar plopped his head off Jack and Brad's cocks just
as they both hit the point of no return, and hopped up to a kneeling
position just as he too began to blow an enormous, hot , sticky load,
moaning and yelling in pure pleasure as he did so.  They all moaned and
groaned as their cum flew out simultaneously, and in this position, they
all came all over each other.  They collapsed together there on the deck.

"God, that was amazing!" Gunnar said after a long moment.

"Yes it was!" Jack agreed, as Brad only nodded and smiled in total
contentment next to them both.

"Let's go get cleaned up, guys!" Gunnar suggested.

Soon, the three of them were all in the bathroom together.  The big shower
Jack had installed when he and Brad first got together was big enough for
them all to squeeze into, and the wet closeness just served to get the
three friends horny as hell all over again as they showered.  Soon they
were dried off, and Brad and Jack were about to head back out to retrieve
their clothes.

"Come in here, y'all," Gunnar said, his voice a little soft.  "I want to
show you something."

Gunnar led them into what had once been their master bedroom and showed
them his test results, which were negative for all STDs.  "I wanted you
guys to know this," he said a bit sheepishly.  "I'd really like to – umm
– I want us to fuck, you guys!"

"Hell yeah!" Jack said readily.

"Oh yeah, Gunnar," Brad agreed.  "We would love to have sex with you
buddy."

"Right now?"  Gunnar asked eagerly.

Jack laughed a little at that.  "As tempting as that is, no.  We've got to
get over to the house and get changed if we are going to get to the singing
contest on time this evening."

"Oh hell," Gunnar agreed, "I completely forgot about that!"

A short time later, Brad, Jack, Gunnar, Justin and Eric were all piled into
Eric's spacious SUV, heading over to the outskirts of Smithville for the
"Kentucky Country Music Highway Showdown."  Billy Jack and Barney were
meeting the younger men there, and they all had good reserved seats
together for the contest, which was being held in the historic theater at
the Rentiss Hollow Hoedown complex, which was the venerable 75-year-old
local country music tourist trap.  Jack's mother, Alice, had driven down
for the contest as well from her home further up in Eastern Kentucky, and
she hugged Brad and Jack both warmly, and greeted her ex-husband and Barney
and all of the guys' other friends all warmly as well before they all went
inside the theater.  As they got seated Brad looked around for a minute,
remembering 20 years before when he had worked here as an awkward,
self-denying teenager.  Damn how times have changed he thought.

Midway into the show, it was Destiny Rose's turn to sing two songs.  She
breezed through an enthusiastic and well-received cover of Loretta's
"You're Lookin' at Country" first.  She then thanked the cheering crowd,
and spoke.  "Y'all all know Miss Loretta, who wrote and sung that song I
just sang," she said.  "Now, I'm gonna sing one that was written and sung
by another Kentucky girl back around that same time.  Some of y'all might
just remember Jenny Faye Smith, and this great old song," Destiny Rose
concluded.  The lights dropped, and a blue spotlight perfectly illuminated
Destiny Rose's sexy, low-cut blue dress with sequins around the bust, as
the downbeat combination of bass, organ, and steel guitar that provided the
unique country/blues kickoff for the old song began.  Destiny Rose didn't
know it, but one of the guys in the house band had actually played on the
original recording of this one, and like everyone else he wondered what had
ever happened to Jenny Faye Smith.

"The flowers will be blooming, just like they used to do," Destiny Rose
began to slowly sing the song's chorus.  "Darlin' I know the moon will be
just a little bit brighter too, And tonight I just live and hope for that
sweet time then, when you come back to me again."  Destiny stretched out
the word `flowers' and the word `then,' and put a tear in her voice on the
title line, all just exactly like Jenny Faye had done decades before, and
by the time she finished the soul/country ballad, the entire theater was on
its feet, cheering enthusiastically.  The other contests all took their
turns, but by the end of the show there was no doubt who would win.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the Rentiss Hollow Hoedown's emcee, "It is now
my honor to introduce a member of the Kentucky Country Music Hall of Fame,
as well as the Country Music Hall of Fame, and Songwriters' Hall of Fame in
Nashville.  The pride of Olive Hill, Kentucky and Fox Hollow, Tennessee,
here's the ol' storyteller, Mr. Tom T. Hall!"

The crowd gave Hall a long and genuine standing ovation as he walked to the
center mic.  His gait was slower now, his face more wrinkled, his gray hair
thinning.  But, the same twinkle was in Tom T.'s eye that probably had been
there back when he wrote "Harper Valley P.T.A.", "I Love," and all those
other great tunes for other artists and himself.

"Y'all know I'm retired now," Tom T. said, "and it takes a lot to get me on
a stage these days.  But, when they asked me to announce the winner who
will represent my native state in Nashville for this big televised contest,
I just couldn't say no.  Especially when they told me I'd get to sing one
with'em!"

The crowd chuckled warmly, and then Hall continued.  A beautiful young lady
handed him an envelope, he opened it, and read: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the
2014 winner of the Kentucky Country Music Highway Showdown is...Miss
Destiny Rose!"

No one in the theater was cheering any louder than Brad, Jack and their
friends at that moment.  It was amazing that their favorite hometown
waitress was going to be representing the state in this major televised
talent show in Nashville in just a few weeks.  The guys all truly loved
Destiny Rose, and the Ramblin' Rose might not be named after her, but it
might as well be, as she was the heart of the favorite local hangout ever
since she had been working there.

Soon Destiny Rose was singing "Harper Valley P.T.A." as a duet with Tom
T. Hall, and as she and the country music legend hugged warmly at the end
of the song, as the crowd launched into yet another standing-O, Tom T. said
what everyone was thinking at that magical moment.  "Y'all are going to
hear a LOT more from this little lady, I guarantee it!"

He then caused Destiny Rose to burst into more happy tears, and the crowd
to cheer even more when he added.  "This young lady IS going to win in
Nashville," Tom T. continued, "and I want to promise her – and all of
you – something right here tonight.  I'll write her a song for her first
album when she wins and gets that record deal!"

As they drove home that night, behind the SUV in which Brad, Jack and their
friends were riding, Barney and Billy Jack each squeezed a hand of Destiny
Rose, who sat on the seat of Billy Jack's new Chevy pickup between them.
"I knew you could do it," Barney said sincerely.  "You don't let nothing
stop you or get you down now, sugar."  Destiny Rose returned Barney's
smile, but a knowing glance passed between them too, unseen by Billy Jack
there in the dark.  They both knew the secret that Destiny Rose carried
with her, and Barney just hoped it wouldn't stand in the way of what was
hopefully to come for the young singer.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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