Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2011 18:30:16 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 19

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"So," Jack concluded, feeling ill, "They can mine, flatten, and destroy the
top of Smith's Mountain, leaving me with a flat moonscape, and there's not
a damn thing I can do about it except sell it to Avalene for her fuckin'
dream house and motel, which I'm damn sure not going to do?  Oh, sorry for
my language, Hank."

The old lawyer chuckled grimly.  "No apology necessary, Jack.  That's
pretty much my thought about the whole thing too!  Right now the coal
company's got every right to take the coal off your land, even though that
means destroying the natural beauty of it.  I know that the whole reason
your uncle's daddy kept the top of the mountain back during the Depression
to begin with was for sentimental reasons and for the beauty of it.
Mountaintop removal should damn well be outlawed.  But as it stands right
now, you're gonna be left with a flat mountaintop where all that beautiful
land is right now.  But, I think I have an idea as to how, just maybe, we
can do something about that!"

Jack wondered what exactly Hank Anderson thought he could do to keep
Smith's Mountain from being ruined, and Mr. Anderson asked Jack to meet him
in Smithville the next afternoon to discuss the matter further.

Jack picked Brad up at their house the next afternoon, and on that sunny
and unseasonably cool Tuesday, September 20, they drove to Smithville.
Mr. Anderson had long since closed his law office on the town square, as he
had been in semi-retirement for nearly ten years now.  So, the few notable
cases that he now chose to tackle were handled out of his home office.

Jack soon pulled his pickup into the circle drive in front of the elderly
barrister's large Georgian style brick home in the exclusive Ashlawn
Subdivision in Smithville.  He and Brad went to the side door, which led
into Mr. Anderson's home office, and Jack knocked.

"Come on in, it's open," came the clear, strong voice of the white-haired
lawyer.

"Hello, Mr. Anders-er, Hank," Jack said, remembering that Mr. Anderson had
requested he call him by his first name.  "This is my boyfriend, Bradley
Carson," Jack added.

Brad stepped forward and shook hands with Hank Anderson, and both Jack and
Hank noted the slightly startled look on Brad's face.  Jack chuckled.
"Yup, Hank is OK with us being gay and lovin' each other, babe," he said
with a big grin.

"Well, that's, umm, great," Brad stammered slightly.

"I'm liberal as hell and never been too well liked for it around here,"
Hank said with a big laugh.  "Except, of course, when certain people needed
their asses helped out of a legal scrape, that is."

"You neglect to tell him that you were once a damn fine prosecutor, too,
Hank," Jack said with genuine admiration.  Hank Anderson had served four
terms as Burnside County Attorney, beginning when he was a young man fresh
out of law school during the turbulent days of the 1960s.  He had
prosecuted Klansman, and helped the governor enforce the integration of the
local schools as well.  After his time as the county prosecutor, he had
entered private practice, and won numerous civil cases through the years
for high profile clients from throughout the region.

"Thank you, Jack," Hank said, smiling back.  "Now, let's get down to
business, shall we."

Meanwhile, back over in Pleasant View on that Tuesday night, Antonio had
decided to turn things at his restaurant over to one of his capable
assistant managers for the evening, since it wasn't very busy anyway.  He
was horny as fuck, and really needed some time with his hot man, Bobby.

When Bobby got home from his new job at the Pleasant View Hospital, he
parked in back and walked up the metal stairs and entered the apartment
that way.  He walked down the hall and into the living room.  His jaw
dropped, then a big smile formed on his face at the site in front of him.
There sat Antonio bareassed naked and hard as a fuckin' rock, his big thick
eight incher already dripping a thin, clear line of precum.

"Come and get it, stud," Antonio said.  Within minutes, Bobby was naked too
and riding Antonio's throbbing meat fast and hard right there on their
leather sofa.  Antonio ran his big hands through Bobby's curly mop of brown
hair.

"Aww FUCK yeah!" Antonio groaned as Bobby's tight ass clinched on his big
pecker again and again.  The fucked for several more minutes, Bobby
continuing his hot ride.

"Uhn.  UH!" Bobby gasped, as thick jets of cum began to shoot from his dick
and coat Antonio's very muscular, lightly hairy chest.

"FUCK! FUCK! Oh, BABE!" Antonio groaned, unleashing his own huge load up
Bobby's ass.  They then collapsed there together in a sweaty heap,
breathing hard and kissing.

"Ehh, horny bastards!" Bobby's dog Alejandro silently said with an
imperious huff, as he emerged from his hiding place beneath the end table.
As usual, he really wished he could speak human.

Later that night, Brad and Jack were lying in each other's arms in bed and
talking.  Hank Anderson had laid out a plan that he felt might save the top
of Smith's Mountain from the raping that is mountaintop removal coal
mining.

"Do you think he'll be able to get the injunction?" Brad asked.

"If anyone can, Hank Anderson can," Jack said confidently.  "He may be 75
now, but he's still the best damn lawyer in this end of Kentucky.  And
besides, at least the coal company isn't planning to start prepping my
property for mining until three weeks from now.  Even then, all they'll do
this fall is remove the trees and do some perimeter leveling and that sort
of thing, the real mountaintop removal mining work won't start until next
spring."

"You're really worried though, aren't you," Brad said, perceiving an
uncertainty beneath Jack's mask of confidence.

"Well, like I said, Hank is good.  But, coal companies have a lot of pull
around here with the courts.  I'd just hate to have nothing left but a
flattened moonscape up there.  The mountain has so much sentimental value
to me, so many fond childhood memories, you know."

"I already have a few good memories from up there too," Brad said
playfully, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Jack caught on to this, and he too wanted to feel better before going to
sleep.  "You mean all those royal ass-fuckin's we gave each other up there
this summer?" He asked huskily.

"Something like that," Brad said, reaching under the covers and grabbing
Jack's fast-hardening cock as he said so.

"Mmm," Jack said softly.

Soon Brad had disappeared under the covers, and was giving Jack a hell of a
blowjob there in their darkened bedroom.

"Oh, GOD!" Jack groaned.  "FUCK baby!  Yeah, suck that dick!"

Brad tossed the covers back off himself and Jack with his arm, raised from
Jack's throbbing fat cock briefly and said, "Hell yeah baby, I want that
sweet load for my midnight snack!" And then went back to work.

He licked Jack's fuzzy sack and took each nut into his hot mouth, causing
Jack to moan louder and quiver.  He went on with this a few minutes until
Jack could stand no more.

"UH! Uhn!  Suck my fuckin' dick, baby!" Jack urged with a moan, as Brad's
attention to his big low-hanging ballsack was totally driving him crazy and
making his fat six and a half inch dick throb and leak and crave attention
of its own.

Brad did as asked, and swallowed Jack's meat whole, and began to bob on it
fast, twirling his tongue all over it as he did so.

"Uh!  OH GOD!  OH BRADLEY!!!" Jack moaned in complete ecstasy, as he
gripped the bed sheet tightly with one hand, and gently pressed on the back
of Brad's head with the other.  Brad's hot, wet mouth felt so amazing on
his throbbing hard dick!  Jack began to fuck Brad's face now, thrusting up
with his hips to meet Brad's hungry mouth as it went down on that delicious
slab of cop cock again and again.  Jack tasted so fucking good to Brad, as
the sweet precum began to coat his tongue.

Jack's balls were soon churning and tightening from Brad's expert cock
sucking.  "Uh! AH-UH! OH FUCK! OH BRADLEY!  YES! YEAH BABY!!!" Jack moaned
and groaned loudly as his orgasm began to hit.  "FUCK!  I'M GONNA FUCKIN'
CUM!!!"

He then unleased six hot, sweet, creamy volleys of that delicious cop cum
into Brad's mouth and down his throat.  Brad would never grow tired of
eating hot loads of this wonderful man nectar!  Jack then lubed up Brad's
fat dick and gave him a tender but hot as hell handjob, bringing him to his
own gasping, cum-splattering climax in just a few minutes.  Jack licked
Brad clean, and they kissed deeply, tasting the lingering flavor of each
other's juice.  They then slept soundly all night naked in each other's
arms, content in their love for one another.

The next few weeks were a blur.  Things were pretty normal with the police
force as September faded into early October, to Jack's relief.  Business
was booming at Miz Vivian's bed and breakfast and gift shop, keeping Brad
quite busy.  He loved his new job there, though.

It was on Monday, October 10, that Brad and Jack both took off work to go
to court with Hank Anderson.  They all walked into the large old brown
brick courthouse in the middle of downtown Pleasant View, and proceeded
upstairs to a courtroom on the third floor.

They took their place at one of the tables down in front, and gazed across
to the other one.

"Is that who I think it is?" Jack whispered to Brad in surprise as he
looked over towards the attorney representing the coal company, and the
company's owner and president.

"Oh my God!" Brad exclaimed in a whisper back.  "It damn sure is!"

Jeremiah Gilbert, the fifty-something owner of one of the region's largest
coal companies was at the table across the aisle, along with prominent
Smithville attorney Randy Blankenship.  Brad and Jack were both startled
that this was whose coal company they were up against, and at the attorney
representing them.  Blankenship and Gilbert were lovers.  They had
previously been having an affair and had gotten caught in the act by Bubba
Jones, which had ended his longterm live-in relationship with Randy the
previous spring.

Since then, Bubba had become partners with James Price and they had
recently moved in together.  Bubba and James were now casual friends with
Jack and Brad, having met them through Jack's best friend and fellow
officer Justin Earheart and his partner Eric Jamison.

Bubba and James were in fact more than just friends with Justin and Eric,
though.  The two couples had enjoyed many hot fourways as summer faded into
fall, and only a bit over a week before had enjoyed fucking each other all
over the new apartment into which Bubba and James had just moved.  Jack and
Brad had heard about this from Justin and Eric, and had to admit it sounded
like the couples had a lot of extremely hot times together.  However, Jack
and Brad were still quite content to keep their own relationship totally
monogamous.

"I can't believe that the asshole who did that to Bubba, and his lover are
who we are opposing in this case!" Brad whispered to Jack.

"Well, he did Bubba a favor really, James is a hell of a lot hotter than
that stuffed shirt!" Jack said back in a whisper and with a grin.

"I know what you two are gossiping about," Hank said with a low chuckle.
"And yes, it is very ironic that your friend Bubba's ex and his man are
over there, but when you've lived as long as I have, nothing much surprises
you anymore!"

Brad and Jack exchanged glances, and silently agreed that they were always
surprised with just how liberal, and just how up to date, Hank's thinking
still was.  They were glad though that the old lawyer was so "cool with"
gay people, and had a good sense of humor about life's unintentional soap
opera moments.

Court was soon in session, and within half an hour, Jack had been dealt a
huge blow.  The judge had ruled solidly in favor of Gilbert Energy Company.
Mining on Smith's Mountain would commence as planned at 9am the following
Wednesday morning.

"I'm so sorry, Jack," Hank Anderson offered as they walked out of the
courthouse.  "I really thought we had a chance to at least get an
injunction."

"You did what you could, Hank," Jack said, slapping the elderly attorney on
the back gently.

"Let's go home, babe," Brad said, slipping an arm around Jack comfortingly.

As they pulled in the driveway, they saw Miz Vivian crossing the street
from her lawn to theirs.  She was dressed in an orange long sleeved dress
with puffy sleeves, a lowcut neckline and a high hemline.  The dress
perfectly matched the leaves on the maple tree in Jack's yard, which had
started to change in the last cold spell.  Today, though, Pleasant View was
experiencing a bit of "Indian Summer" mid-October weather, as it was 75
degrees.

"This weather is lovely," Miz Vivian cooed with a grin.  "Let's all head up
to your mountain and have a picnic supper and watch the sun set, Jack!
We'll celebrate your victory in court today, and..." She trailed off then,
noting the looks on Jack's and Brad's faces.

"Ohmigawd!" Miz Vivian then exclaimed in a drawl of dismay.  "Please DO NOT
tell me that damned Henry Hinkle ruled in favor of the coal company?"

"He sure as hell did," Jack said gruffly.

"Well, as Gawd as my witness, I'll never go out with his sorry ass again!"
Miz Vivian proclaimed.  The handsome Judge Hinkle had been a frequent date
of Miz Vivian's late that summer.

Miz Vivian then rushed to throw her arms around Jack, pulling his head down
in the direction of her ample bosom in the process.  "I'm so sorry, baby!"
She exclaimed comfortingly.  "I guess you're in no mood for a damn picnic!"

"Actually," Jack said, forcing a smile he didn't really feel as he
retrieved his head from Miz Vivian's chest, "Let's go do just that! Might
as well enjoy the mountain while it is still...the way it should be."  His
voice actually broke a little at the end of the sentence.

Within an hour, Jack, Brad, and Miz Vivian were sitting on the outcropping
of rocks on top of the mountain, eating a hastily thrown-together picnic
supper as the sun began to sink low in the western sky.  This was truly a
beautiful place, and they were all reflecting on that fact as they talked
and went for a small stroll after eating.  As the sun began to sink lower,
the breeze that always blew on the mountaintop had taken on a chill that
seemed somehow to forebode the fate that was soon coming to it.

"I should have brought my shawl, it is getting chilly," Miz Vivian said
simply, as they all exchanged sad glances at each other and the beautiful
place in which they stood.

Two days later on that Wednesday morning, October 12, one of Miz Vivian's
friends from her bridge club was left in charge of the bed and breakfast
and gift shop.  Miz Vivian, Brad, and Barney Finkster, along with Jack's
mother Alice, were all in Miz Vivian's big blue Lincoln Town Car heading
towards Smithville, just as soon as Jack had gone to work.

Jack had refused to go near Smith's Mountain on this, the first day of
preparations for the strip mining.  He went to work as usual that morning,
and had no idea that his mother was driving down, nor that the party was
then heading towards Smithville in the big Lincoln.

"Jack may die when he finds out about this," Brad said, worrying.

"Oh, hell, baby," Miz Vivian said as she gunned the big car a little
through a yellow light on the edge of town, turning onto the road towards
Smithville.  "He'll know we're doing it for him.  He would just have tried
to stop us if we had told him what we were up to beforehand."

"That's right," Alice chimed in from the backseat.  "My boy is a little too
good for his own good sometimes.  But, I was around back in the '60s and I
know how this kinda shit is done!"

"Damn right," Barney added in an enthusiastically queeny rasp.  "I did my
share of sit-ins and protests back in the day too, honey!"

At 9am, Jack was walking into Mary Lou Turner's office to give her a
report.  The small TV on the bookshelf across from her desk was tuned to a
local news program.  Jack happened to glance in that direction as he was
starting to walk back out.

"Oh my GOD!" He exclaimed.  "Mary Lou, turn that up!"

She did, and both their jaws dropped at what they were seeing and hearing.
A reporter from one of the Rosemont TV stations was shown in front of a
group of people, and an enormous yellow piece of earth-moving equipment.
Jack had recognized the backdrop of the scene immediately as being at the
top of the road up onto his Smith's Mountain property.  He also recognized
four of the people in the group.  Along with at least a dozen others, there
stood Miz Vivian, Brad, Barney, and Jack's own mother, Alice.  They were
all standing in front of the big dozer, with arms linked tightly, and
shouting over and over, "HELL NO, WE WON'T GO!!!"

"This group of protestors refuses to get out of the way of this equipment,
which is here on a mountain outside of Smithville to start the first stages
of site preparations for Gilbert Energy's new mountaintop removal coal
mining project," the reporter was explaining.

TO BE CONTINUED...  SPECIAL NOTE: Just want to say thanks again guys, for
your continued feedback.  I continue to hear from guys who've just started
the story, as well as from some of you who've been with me since the
beginning.  Writing this story and reading your feedback has been so much
fun for me the last few months!  (In more ways than one!)  As you know, my
free time to write (and jack off!) is more limited now than it was at one
point early on in the story, so at some times the updates may be much
further apart than at others.  Also, forgive any typos, as I don't have the
time to edit and re-edit as much as I once did, either.

The frequency of future updates will depend for a while on how much
overtime I get into in my "real job" between now and the end of the year.
But, I'll continue to update as I can, so long as you continue to show
interest in having the story go on!  I appreciate the compliments on the
plot and characters a lot.  And by the way, you don't have to be shy when
you email me.  I especially LOVE (and totally get off on!) reading your
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I've made you cum always makes me cum! :)


*NOTE: The author welcomes positive comments and feedback from other adult
gay males.  Send emails to bradleyjcarson@gmail.com and I will look forward
to hearing from you and responding. I especially want to hear from you if
the story causes you to have a good orgasm...or several!  Also, if you
happen to be a gay man who physically resembles the character of Jack
Albertson as he is described in this story and you have pics of yourself
that you would like to share with me, I'd really love to see them!