Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 17:09:52 -0700
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Murder in Porterville, Chapter 9

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CHAPTER NINE



	Britt rolled over in bed and eyed the clock on the table beside
him. Six o'clock. Much too early to be awake. It was Sunday and no reason
to start his day this early. He pushed to the middle of the bed until he
felt Devon's warm body. He settled next to the man with only the thought of
returning to his dreams, when he felt arms circling his body.
	"Are you awake?" Devon asked from behind him.
	Britt rubbed against the man's naked flesh and said, "Depends."
	"On what?"
	"On what you have planned," Britt told him.
	"I have a thing or two in mind," Devon assured him.
	Britt felt the man's cock slide along the crack of his ass. "I have
a pretty good idea what one of the things might be."
	Devon hugged his lover's body close. Britt could feel the man's
hairy crotch pressed against his skin. Devon's furry body caused Britt to
shiver.
	"Are you up for an early Sunday morning fuck?" Devon asked.
	"Maybe."
	"I see how it is. Are you going to start using sex as a bargaining
tool now?"
	"Damn straight, I am," Britt assured him. "You can fuck me, but
it's going to cost you."
	"I see. What do you want? My blood?"
	"Something way better than your blood. I want to feel your tight
ass gripping my dick."
	"I think I can meet your price," Devon groaned.
	Britt turned over, and the two men were suddenly face to face,
crotch to crotch with each other. The kiss they shared ignited such a
passion that it wasn't long until each man was consumed with desire and the
need not only to satisfy himself, but his partner as well.
	Britt ran his fingers slowly through Devon's chest hair, traveling
downward until he reached the man's thick pubes. They continued their
journey until they wrapped themselves around Devon's thick cock.
	"I think someone's happy with the payment plan," he moaned.
	Devon sighed. "Very happy," he moaned.
	Britt grinned and said, "I'm going to ride your cock."
	"I thought that was the plan all along," Devon smiled.
	Britt nodded. "It is. Here, get on your back, and I'll show you how
I want it."
	Devon did as he was told. Britt leaned over and pulled one of the
drawers open from the bedside table. He brought out a bottle of lube and
forced a thick glob of gel into the palm of Devon's hand.
	"Put this up my ass," he ordered.
	Britt turned around so that the cheeks of his ass were facing
Devon. His body shivered when he felt one of Devon's fingers push inside
him. The finger massage felt so good Britt couldn't help but push against
the force. When two fingers began working his hole, it was even better.
	"Okay, you've got me properly stimulated," he said to Devon. He
squeezed more gel from the bottle and coated his lover's dick heavily with
the slippery substance. "Now, I'm going to straddle you and slowly lower
myself down. Are you ready for me?"
	"God, yes," Devon breathed.
	Britt gave the bottle a toss and placed a leg on either side of
Devon with his back to the man. He slowly lowered his body until he felt
the hard tip of Devon's cock touching his wet entrance. Britt paused for a
second and then allowed his body to drop the rest of the way until he was
resting against Devon's body. His ass sat in the middle of Devon's bush
much like a bird sitting on its nest. A thick hairy nest, Britt thought.
	"Fuck!" Britt couldn't keep from crying out. He had forgotten how
intense it was to straddle a hard dick, taking it up the ass this way.
	Devon asked, "Are you okay?"
      "Fuck, I'm more than okay," Britt assured him.
	Britt began moving his body, enjoying the pleasure the man's dick
and body hair were causing him. Devon's cock felt thicker than usual as
Britt worked his ass up and down it.
	"Babe, your ass feels so different this way," Devon moaned.
	Britt started out on a slow ride, but it wasn't long before he was
galloping at full speed. He rode Devon's hairy rod like he hadn't fucked an
ass in a long time. He attacked his lover like a madman.
	Devon suddenly cried out, "You're going to make me shoot!"
	His words caused Britt to work harder, driving the man's dick
deeper into the folds of his wet ass.
	"Give me your load!" Britt begged.
	 He felt Devon's cock shudder. Suddenly the walls of his ass became
warm and sticky as Britt felt the walls of his ass painted with his lover's
cum.
	"Shit!" Devon cried.
	After Devon's cock had stopped erupting inside his ass, Britt
remained straddled across the man. He loved the feeling of fresh cum inside
him. He sat there for a long time enjoying the aftermath of hot raw sex.
	Devon reached his arms out and wrapped them around Britt's
stomach. He didn't move for a time. Finally he whispered, "It's time for
you to pay me," he reminded.
	Britt twisted his head in order to see Devon's face. "I can't seem
to remember. How was I supposed to pay you for fucking me?"
	One of Devon's hands went down and tugged gently on Britt's wiry
pubes. Strands of pre cum had fallen into the curls, causing them to attach
themselves to Britt's skin. He came to Britt's cock and gave it a tug.
	"You may not remember how to repay me, but I think our friend
between your legs knows what to do."
	Britt suddenly rose up, forcing Devon's cock to slide out with a
loud slurping sound. Some of his cum rolled out and dropped into the thick
matted carpet that spread around Devon's dick.
	"Somebody shot a lot of cum up me," Britt teased.
	"Just remember, I expect the same treatment," Devon reminded him.
	Britt gave the man a grin and reached behind him.
	"What the hell are you doing?" Devon asked.
	"You'll see."
	Britt worked a couple of fingers into his ass and brought out a
thick glob of cum. Then he grinned and coated his dick with his lover's
spunk.
	"I want to fuck you with your cum," he groaned.
	"That's so hot," Devon breathed.
	Britt crawled between Devon's legs and pressed his cum-covered cock
against the man's hole. As he looked down, the sight of Devon's cum on his
dick, and the hairy hole it was about to invade, excited Britt. He buried
his shaft balls deep inside his lover's ass. He leaned down and kissed his
lover on the mouth. His dick pushed hard against Devon's prostate, causing
the man to groan.
	"God," Devon moaned, breaking the kiss.
	"Like my cock inside your ass?"
	"Oh, yeah," Devon sighed. "Feels so fucking good."
	Britt began moving his body, slowly working his cock in and out of
his lover's tight ass. Each time he bottomed out in the man, his furry nuts
tickled the sensitive skin between Devon's ass and balls.
	"Fuck me, Britt," the man begged. "I want your cream inside me."
	Britt's body took over, and he attacked his lover, pounding him
with every ounce of strength he had. The deeper he slammed Devon, the
louder his lover groaned. The sounds coming from the man affected his body
like fuel feeding a fire. Britt fucked hard, driving his cock in as far as
possible. Soon he felt his balls begin to rumble. He was about to blast his
load.
	"Almost there," he panted.
	"Give me your fuck juice," Devon begged.
	Britt's cock grew thicker, and with a shudder, sent its first rope
of cum up his lover's chute. With each blast that followed, Britt slammed
deeper inside the man. When his balls were empty, he allowed his body to
rest on Devon's stomach.
	"I love you so much, Devon McKenzie," he said.
	Devon rose up and kissed Britt lightly on the mouth. "Almost as
much as I love you, I imagine." He gave Britt a tender smile.
	Later when the two of them were cuddling, Britt said, "You remember
we're going to Mom's this evening for dinner?"
	Beside him, Devon nodded. "I do. I'm looking forward not only to an
evening with your mother, but one of her delicious meals as well."
	"You do like her cooking," Britt agreed.
	"Hey, I never see you turning anything away she offers," Devon
pointed out.
	"You're right. Funny thing, when I was home, I didn't realize just
how good of a cook she was. After being out on my own, it didn't take long
for me to realize how lucky I had been growing up."
	"Your mother is definitely at the top of my list," Devon praised.
	"Speaking of Mom." Britt rolled over and faced Devon. "She told me
last night that she has invited Larry and Bonnie to dinner this evening."
	"That's cool. I enjoy being around those two."
	Britt rose up on his elbow and said, "So I'm thinking that if we're
going to see the minister and his wife later today, how about joining Mom
this morning at church?"
	Devon grinned. "You think if we see Larry tonight he'll inquire
about our soul?"
	Britt shrugged. "I don't think Larry Owens would ever stand in
judgment where we're concerned. I just like the man," Britt added.
	Devon sat up in bed.
	"Where are you going?" Britt asked.
	"To shower and get ready for church," Devon answered.
	Britt pulled him back into bed. "There's still plenty of time," he
said eyeing the alarm clock. "For snuggling," he added.
	"Snuggling usually gets something else started," Devon reminded.
	Britt shrugged his shoulders. "If it does, so be it."

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	Catherine Williams' guests were sitting around her living room that
evening. The list included Justin Reynolds, Brian Poteet, Larry and Bonnie
Owens, as well as Britt, Devon and Alice. Everyone was praising Catherine
for her delicious meal.
	"Your meals are the best, Catherine," Larry Owens told her. "I
always walk away carrying an extra five pounds with me."
	"I don't think Catherine forces you to take seconds," his wife
spoke up.
	Larry gave his stomach a pat. "I just can't help it."
	"It really was a delicious meal," Brian praised.
	"Nonsense!" Catherine objected. "I didn't fix anything
special. Just everyday food," she added.
	Britt smiled at his mother and said, "Just accept the praise,
Mom. Everyone in this room agrees you're one of the best cooks in
Porterville."
	Justin Reynolds took a seat at one end of the sofa. "It really was
delicious, Mrs. Williams. I don't get home cooked food very often. Your
meal this evening was awesome."
	Catherine's cheeks turned red, and she attempted to push the man's
compliment aside. "Please, call me `Catherine'," she said giving him a
smile.
	"Wasn't it just awful about that school teacher?" Bonnie Owens
remarked.
	Her question caused a dead silence to fill the room, as all
conversation suddenly came to a halt. Britt locked eyes with Brian, and the
two seemed to share a thought. Britt's head did a slight nod.
	Brian broke the silence and said, "It was a sad thing. However,
let's not put a damper on Catherine's dinner party. It's been such a
wonderful evening so far."
	Britt gave a nod of agreement.
	It was Justin Reynolds who spoke first. "I agree wholeheartedly
with Mr. Poteet." He gave Brian a smile and added, "Especially since I'm
sure it's too soon to know much of anything."
	"I apologize if I spoke out of turn," the minister's wife said. It
was plain to see the woman felt embarrassed.
	"You need not apologize," Brian hastily assured her.
	The jovial mood settled in the room once more, and the rest of the
evening passed very pleasantly. Nothing more was said about the recent
murder in Porterville, and for the next couple of hours, Susan Abbot didn't
appear to be in anyone's thoughts.
	Larry and Bonnie Owens were the first guests to leave. At the door,
Bonnie thanked Catherine for the delicious meal.
	Larry shook hands with Britt and Devon and gave them a grin. "It
was a pleasure seeing the two of you in church this morning." He turned to
Alice and added, "Of course, I see you every Sunday.  Perhaps you can work
on these two."
	Britt gave the minister a smile. "Now, Larry, you know that if
Devon and I were there every Sunday, you'd have no material for your
sermon."
	"Trust me, I get loads of material for my sermons, and, quite
truthfully, none of it ever comes from the two of you."
	Justin Reynolds was in the act of leaving as well. He thanked
Catherine for his invitation and told her a second time how much he had
enjoyed her meal.
	Suddenly it was just Brian, Alice, Devon and Britt left in
Catherine's living room. Britt thanked the police officer for keeping the
conversation from turning into a discussion on Susan Abbott's murder.
	"I really appreciate it, Brian," he repeated.
	Brian gave Catherine a smile. "It wasn't the time nor the place to
discuss it."
	Catherine felt her cheeks turn red for the second time that
evening. "You certainly know all the right words to say, Brian."
	"Thanks, all the same," Devon spoke up.
	Brian couldn't keep the grin off his face as he said, "You see,
Devon, I'm really not such a bad guy."
	"He knows that," Britt answered. "He just enjoys being the tough
older brother. Nothing against you, Brian," he added.
	Brian suddenly seemed to have something on his mind. However, he
remained silent and appeared to be listening to a conversation taking place
between Britt and Devon.
	Britt finally turned and eyed the young police officer. "Okay, I
know something's on your mind, Brian. Spit it out."
	"It's not my intention to spoil Catherine's party, but I do need to
bring a couple of things up."  He turned to Alice and said, "Would you have
a problem letting me into Susan's home, Alice? Even though the crime didn't
take place there, it's quite possible we might find something inside, some
clue that will lead us to the woman's killer."
	"I don't have a problem letting you inside the house," Alice
assured him. "Do you want to go now?"
	Brian shook his head. "No can do. Since her brother is supposedly
living there, I'll need to get a search warrant. It's not an emergency. We
can drop by the house tomorrow."
	Britt's cell phone suddenly went off. He retrieved it from his
pocket. Everyone in the room fell silent as he answered its summons. His
face suddenly showed surprise.
	"Hey, Travis. What's up?"
	Britt was silent for a time, concentrating on the conversation
taking place in his ear. Now and then his eyes roamed around the room as he
listened to what his caller was saying.
	Then he said, "That's great, Travis. When you told us yesterday it
might be hard to find a sub, I thought I might offer to help you out. I'm
glad you found one...sure, you're welcomed."
	Britt ended his call and gave Brian a grin. "Evidentially Travis
has found a long - term sub for Susan Abbott's class. Which does not make
me sad at all," he ended.
	"Too bad," Brian said shaking his head. "Who knows what you might
have discovered if you were teaching her class?"
	Catherine was startled. "You were considering teaching the woman's
class, Britt?"
	Britt grinned at his mother. "What? You don't think I could have
handled it, Mom?"
	"Didn't you tell me she taught the fourth grade?" Catherine looked
at her son closely.
	"That's right."
	Catherine shook her head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I can't for
the life of me imagine you working with children that young."
	Britt pretended to be hurt. "I'm crushed, Mom," he pouted. Then he
grinned and said, "Truthfully, I couldn't imagine me doing it either. It
was Brian's crazy idea that I try and teach."
	Brian asked, "One last question, and then I'm going to insist we
drop shop talk for the rest of the evening." Looking around the room, he
said, "Tell me, what are your thoughts concerning Justin Reynolds?"
	Catherine was the first to answer the man's question. "I think he's
a sweet boy. A stranger in town that is looking for friends," she added
warmly.
	Devon gave Britt a look and said, "Do you think we need to let
Brian in on our night out with the `sweet boy'?"
	Brian looked sharply at Devon. "Excuse me?"
	Britt shrugged his shoulders and said, "What Devon's referring to
is the two of us went with Mom's `sweet boy' to the Fox Den the other night
after you and Alice left. Brian, if you are wondering about Justin, the
`sweet boy' has an alibi. He had such a good time at the bar that Devon and
I had to take him home. The man couldn't even stand on his own two feet."
	Catherine let out a sigh. "Heaven knows I don't approve of
drunkenness." She let her eyes rest on her son for a moment. Then she said,
"At least we know he had nothing to do with the young woman's murder."
	"Or so it seems," Brian spoke up.
	"He was drunk," Devon reminded.
	"Which is good for him...I think." Brian was lost in his thoughts
for a moment or two. Finally he smiled and said, "Okay, enough shop
talk. No more," he added giving Britt and Devon each a look.
	Britt stood to his feet. Smiling at his mother, he said, "At the
risk of sounding like a drunkard, how about a small glass of wine to end
our evening? Would that be all right with you, Mom?"
	Catherine went for the wine herself. Before leaving the living
room, she turned back and said, "Britt Williams, sometimes I wish I could
turn you across my knee and smack you the way I did when you were young."
	"Ah, Mom, you know you're crazy about me."
	Britt followed his mother out of the room. "I'll give you a hand,
Mom."