Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 16:28:33 -0500
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 21

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character of Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself,
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Afterwards, they cuddled there in the Jacuzzi for a while, with Brad
leaning back against Jack's chest, with Jack's strong arms around him.
They washed off, turned off the jets, started the tub training, toweled
off, and within a half hour they were both fast asleep, naked in each
other's arms in their bed.  The last thing Brad had heard before drifting
off to sleep with his head nestled on that broad chest with his big man's
arms around him was Jack's "Goodnight, I love you too babe," whispered
softly into his ear.

October rolled into November and the weather turned seasonably colder in
Pleasant View as the last of the leaves began to fall from the trees.  Jack
was pleased that the Federal injunction was in place to protect Smith's
Mountain, at least for now.  He still worried that the EPA would ultimately
find in favor of the mining company though, but he was trying not to dwell
on that subject.

On the second weekend of the month Brad and Jack drove up to the
mountaintop in Jack's pickup.  With the injunction in place for 60 days and
effectively stopping any chance of prep work until spring, the mining
company had removed their equipment from Smith's Mountain and Jack was
again free to go to his own property whenever he felt like it.  It was a
sunny day with temperatures in the mid-40s on that Saturday, November 12,
2011, but on the mountaintop the breeze that always seemed to blow up there
was ice cold as the guys stood admiring the view from the rock outcropping.
In spite of their appropriate attire, they both were shivering.  Jack gave
Brad a big bear hug and a kiss.

"Warm you up, baby?" He asked sexily.

"Mmm, in more ways than one, big guy," Brad replied with a grin, reaching
around to grab a handful of Jack's nice Levi-clad bubble butt ass as he
said it.

They kissed passionately, but despite their embrace and their passion, they
were both still shivering.

"This is nice and all, but we don't want to catch pneumonia," Brad said
with a chuckle.

"Wish it was warm enough to do what we did back in the summer," Jack said
huskily with a nod over in the direction of the spring, where they had made
love a few months before.

"Oh yeah, me too," Brad said with a grin.

They got into the cab of the big red Chevy pickup truck and Jack buckled
up, and then started the truck and turned on the heater, but before he
could even put the truck in gear, Brad had scooted over right next to him
and leaned over to kiss him hotly again.

"Mmm, Bradley," Jack said.

Brad reached down and unbuckled Jack's seatbelt, then put his arms around
his big handsome man.  Jack responded the same way and soon they were
kissing passionately in each other's arms there in the cab of the truck.
Brad pulled off his coat and Jack did the same.  They kept making out, and
soon were each unbuttoning the other's shirt.

Thank goodness for a full-size pickup, because within a few more minutes of
this, Brad and Jack were both totally naked right there in the truck,
having pulled, yanked, raised up, stretched back, and done everything
necessary to undress each other there in the truck's cab.  They were
kissing intensely and soon both were sweating profusely.

"I don't think we need this anymore," Jack said with a chuckle, turning off
the truck's ignition and thus stopping the blowing of the heater.

The truck's windows were soon completely fogged over.  Jack had scooted his
bare ass across the bench seat to the passenger side, and Brad had dropped
to his knees in the floorboard between his big stud cop's legs.  Brad had a
hand on the top of each of Jack's hips, pulling him hungrily toward him as
he sucked that fat beercan cock hungrily.

"Oh, GOD!  FUCK!!!  UH! Bradley!" Jack soon groaned in delight.

"Sounds like a fine idea to me," Brad said, rising up off Jack's dick with
an evil grin.

By the time Jack figured out Brad's bad little pun, Brad had already
climbed up into his lap.  Their rock hard cocks were pressed against each
other as they kissed.  Brad spit-lubed Jack's cock and got on up on it and
started to ride.  Brad laid back against the dashboard as Jack started to
thrust up into him there in the truck seat.

"Oh yeah! FUCK ME BABY!!!" Brad groaned.

"Uh! OH YEAH! AH-UH!!! FUCK!!!" Jack grunted as he thrust up to meet each
of Brad's downward motions onto his throbbing hot cock.

"Oh GOD!" Brad groaned.  They were both still sweating, producing plenty of
heat of their own in spite of the truck not being running.

"UH! So good baby!" Jack groaned as they continued to fuck.  They both
completely loved the spontaneous, almost anytime, anywhere FUCKING that
sometimes just happened between them like this, and always kept their
committed relationship totally hot and interesting.

Along those lines, Brad grinned down at Jack as he settled down and sat
still on his throbbing fat pecker for a second.  He reached over with his
left hand and opened the truck door.  With a laugh he swung himself off
Jack's cock and out of his lap, and jumped down out of the truck totally
naked.

At 45 degrees with a stiff breeze, the sunshine was anything but warm that
afternoon there on the mountaintop, but neither Jack nor Brad cared.  They
both were red hot from their lovemaking in the cab, so Jack followed suit
and jumped out of the truck too.

Brad bent over against the side of the truck, bracing himself on the edge
of the top of the bed just above the step side with both hands.  Jack
spit-lubed his fat dick again and just plowed right into Brad.  They both
were too hot from their good raw mansex to even notice how cold it was out
there.  Within minutes, they both were groaning.

"YEAH, FILL MY FUCKIN' ASS BABY!!! FUCK I LOVE YOU JACK!  AH! AH! BABY!!!"
Brad was moaning.

"I FUCKIN' LOVE - AH-UH!!! - YOU TOO, - UH!!! - BRADLEY!!!"  Jack grunted
as he plowed Brad so hard.  He was losing control now and fucking Brad
harder than he normally would have, with a bit of a savage intensity.

Brad loved this.  "UH!!! THAT'S IT!!! TAKE IT BABY - UH!!! - JUST - UH! -
FUCKIN' TAKE THAT FUCKIN' HOLE!!"

Brad was red hot with unbridled sexual passion now too, and loving some
raw, rough mansex with his big baby.  He pushed back now, causing Jack to
stagger back a little and his dick to plop from Brad's ass.  Before Jack
could even ask what was going on, Brad had turned around and just plopped
down naked on his back right in the grass there by the truck.  The hard
ground felt very cold against his bare ass, but Brad didn't care.  He
needed pounded even harder, and this November ground would be even better
than the times Jack had fucked him so good, so hard and deep, right on
their hardwood floor at home!

Jack knew what his baby wanted, and soon Brad's legs were on his shoulders,
and Jack was pounding Brad with a raw intensity that would have actually
hurt, had he not been so in heat, and had Jack's big cockhead not been
hitting his prostate head on with every thrust now.

"OH FUCK!!! FUCK BABY!!!" Brad whimpered in delight.

"YEAH!!! YEAH!!" Jack said gruffly, his voice taking on that sexy rough
tone that it did at times like this, making Brad even hornier, if that was
possible.  "GONNA POUND YOU - UH!! AH-UH!!! - RIGHT INTO THE - UH!! -
FUCKIN' GROUND!!!"

"OH JACK!!!" OH!!! AH-UH!!!" Brad groaned and screamed loudly, as a torrent
of cum erupted out of his fat dick and splattered all over Jack's furry
chest and Brad's own chest and tummy, as Jack continued to fuck him
savagely good.

"FUCK YEAH!!! MADE YOU CUM BABY!!! - UH!!! - FUCK!!! FUCK!!!" Jack groaned
in intense pleasure, and then unleashed an intensely-shooting load of cum
so big and hot up into Brad that Brad practically thought he could almost
taste it.  Jack collapsed on top of Brad then.  Their sexual needs
thoroughly satisfied, the tenderness immediately returned to replace the
raw passion between the guys.

Jack wrapped his arms around Brad, and they both rolled onto their sides
there on the ground by the truck.  "I didn't hurt you did I?" Jack asked.

"Fuck no," Brad said with a giggle.  He found it so damn cute how Jack was
always a little worried after they had some good rough sex from time to
time.  "Baby, you can hurt me like that anytime.  That was so great!"

"Mmm, it was for me too Bradley," Jack said contentedly, kissing Brad
gently on the lips then.  "But, I just realized, it is FUCKIN' COLD out
here!"

They both laughed, then jumped up and hugged and kissed again, deeply,
before gathering their clothes that were scattered all over the truck cab
and getting dressed.  Brad was glad that there were some paper towels in
the truck, which allowed him to make a quick cleanup, or else he thought
Jack's huge load would surely have leaked out all over his boxers and jeans
before they got home!

At home, the guys took a hot shower together and Jack ended up sucking
Brad's dick and making him cum so hard again.  Jack loved the creamy,
slightly salty taste of his baby's cum.  They dressed comfortably and later
fixed dinner together.

"I love you, baby," Jack said tenderly as they sat down to eat.

"You too, darlin'" Brad replied softly.

Life was so good at the little three-bedroom house on Crabapple Street.

Nothing out of the ordinary was going on at the Pleasant View PD, nor at
the B&B and gift shop, so work was pretty routine for both Brad and Jack
the following week.  They went to a movie with their friends Bubba and
James the following Friday night.  They were happy to hear that Bubba and
James had gotten settled back into their own place, the flood damage having
finally been repaired.

"I have a feeling you two enjoyed staying with Justin and Eric a LOT," Jack
teased with an evil chuckle as they left the movie.

"You know it!" James shot back with a grin.  "You old married folks
wouldn't know anything about that, though," he teased.

"I've got all I can handle right here," Brad teased back, punctuating the
statement by grabbing a generous handful of Jack's thick package through
his pants, right there in the parking lot of the theater.  Jack blushed
crimson, and everyone laughed.  It was true, the totally monogamous state
of Jack and Brad's relationship was a bit of a novelty to their friends,
who routinely all seemed to be playing with a third or a forth, but for
Brad and Jack, they liked keeping the sex just between each other.  Many
guys wished this were not the case, as they honestly had good-natured envy
for both Jack and Brad, in terms of how each got to be fucked regularly by
the other!

Driving back to their place, Bubba looked over at James.  "I bet those two
fuck like jackrabbits all the damn time," he rumbled in his deep, sexy
voice, with a soft chuckle.

"Oh, you know they do," James replied with a grin.  "But then, so do we,
baby!"

"Yeah, and as much fun as it was staying with Justin and Eric," Bubba
paused - thinking of all the sex the four of them had traded all over the
other couple's lakeside house! - "It's still always great to have you all
to myself babe, so I guess I do see what those two like about the way they
do their relationship."

The tall, beefy, dark haired Bubba, and the tall, goateed, furry chubby cub
James were making love intensely not five minutes after they got back to
their townhouse.  Eric and Justin were similarly in each other's arms that
Friday night as well.  Justin was tall, lean and muscular, whereas Eric was
a stocky cub, not unlike both James and Brad, although shorter.

Justin at that moment had Eric bent over the arm of the big leather sofa in
their den, fucking him slowly and tenderly as candlelight glowed.  "Oh yeah
baby, harder." Eric gasped.

"Not yet, babe," Justin teased, and continued a slow fuck that eventually
ended in both of them shooting enormous loads.  Yes, playtime with James
and Bubba was always beyond hot, but so was the tender lovemaking they
shared when they were alone.

Brad and Jack, however, were not making love, at least not just yet,
anyway, on that Friday night.  For one thing, they had enjoyed one of their
favorite pastimes - fucking in their Jacuzzi - the night before.  Instead
they were talking while having a snack and watching a late night talk show
together in the living room.

It had been just a few weeks before, just after Halloween, that Antonio and
Bobby had dropped by Brad and Jack's on a Tuesday night.  They had
explained that Antonio had decided to buy a restaurant back in Bobby's
hometown, 150 miles away.  He had agreed to sell his place there in
Pleasant View to a local businessman who had been after it for years.  Brad
was surprised that Bobby would give up his still-relatively-new job at the
local hospital, but Bobby explained that his mother, an RN, had already
pulled some strings and gotten him an even better job back in his hometown.
They were moving later that week.

In just the not quite three weeks that had gone by since then, Brad had
hardly heard a word from Bobby.  This really surprised him, as always
before the distance had never been an issue in their friendship.  Jack
reasoned that Bobby and Antonio were just busy with everything to do with
the move and their new jobs, and Brad figured this was right.  Still, other
than a call he had made, he hadn't heard from his best friend at all since
he had moved back to his old hometown.

"You'll hear from him, I'm sure of it," Jack commented as he flipped
channels from Leno to Letterman.

"Yeah, you're right, of course," Brad agreed.  "I still can't believe he
let us have this little guy, though!"

Much to Brad and Jack's surprise and delight, Bobby had not taken his dog,
Alejandro, when he and Antonio had moved back up to Bobby's old hometown.
The condo they were moving into did not allow pets.  Brad would have
figured that Bobby would have given the dog to his folks so that he could
still see him more often, but instead Bobby had made a very offhanded offer
on the night they had come by a few weeks before.

"Would you and Jack like to be Alejandro's new daddies?" He had asked with
a grin.

Brad and Jack, at first, had thought that Bobby was only joking.  But, he
explained about the new condo and commented that he knew they already loved
the very intelligent little minpin/Chihuahua mix.  And so it was all agreed
upon, and Alejandro had become Jack and Brad's dog.

That Friday night, as Letterman read his Top Ten List, Jack was sitting
with his arm around Brad on the couch.  They cuddled closer, and exchanged
a small kiss.  A moment later, they each felt a wet tongue in the face.
Alejandro had apparently jumped up onto the couch and decided to give each
of them a lick in the face at that moment.

"You horny bastards start with a little peck on the lips and end up fucking
in the floor.  Thought I would get some attention for myself first
tonight!" Alejandro was silently saying to himself.  His ploy had worked,
as it always did, since he was now seated comfortably on Jack's lap, with
both men petting and making over him.

An hour later, with Alejandro asleep in his doggie bed under a corner chair
in the kitchen (A place to which the dog always went to nap after he became
theirs, so they figured it was where he wanted to sleep, and they were
right.) Brad and Jack were climbing into their own bed together.  Jack
reached over and turned off the light.

They always slept naked, even in the winter.  They both always had, even
when they were single.  There was a slight chill in the house that night,
as the weather had turned sharply colder in the last week.  But, with the
big warm comforter, and each other, Brad and Jack were both very warm and
content as they settled into each other's arms there in the dark.  They
loved talking about their day and just drifting off together at night like
this.  A lot of times there would, of course, end up being some love-making
in there somewhere too.  But, they did love just to cuddle naked and talk
until the Sandman arrived.

"So, you think there is anything to it, Jack?" Brad asked, as he
subconsciously was running the fingers of his right hand back and forth
gently over the thicker patch of dark fur in the center of Jack's big broad
chest.

"What, the whole thing with Mayor Jenkins?" Jack asked.  Brad nodded.

"Oh, Hell, who knows," Jack said.  "I personally have never really liked
her, but I think maybe Christensen just has a political vendetta."

The guys were discussing the allegations of corruption that had just become
the talk of the town, after having been raised the day before by City
Councilman Sherman Christensen against Mayor Connie Jenkins.

"Anyway, the council has launched their investigation, and the Chief is,
just between us, rather dreading the department having to end up in the
middle of the whole mess," Jack confided.  That little motion that Brad was
making with his hand on his chest was starting to feel a little too good,
meanwhile, and Jack's cock was starting to get hard against Brad's leg.

"Hmmm, feels like someone has other things on his mind than the latest
local scandal," Brad said with a chuckle, loving the sensation of Jack's
thick cop cock hardening against his thigh.

"Not my fault," Jack play-protested, "You know how you rubbin' on my chest
like that always gets me goin', baby!"

Soon the big bed was rocking, the headboard hitting against the wall, as
Brad was making love to Jack, who was in a bottom mood that Friday night.
In bed in his favorite spot under the chair in the corner of the kitchen,
Alejandro sighed.  "Horny bastards!" He grumbled silently.

The weekend passed too quickly, and on Monday morning, the beginning of the
short workweek before Thanksgiving, the guys were both up and getting ready
for work.  With his seniority on the force, Jack got the holiday weekend
off, unless something unexpected came up.  Brad, meanwhile, would have a
four-day weekend as well.

Miz Vivian was going home to Georgia for the holiday, and the B&B and gift
shop would be closed.  So, if they could get through three more workdays,
the guys would have a relaxing break.  Alice Albertson had finally started
mending fences with her now 82-year-old mother back in Brooklyn, and was
taking the Amtrak train from Eastern Kentucky up there to spend the holiday
with her.  So, Jack would be spending Thanksgiving weekend in Tennessee
with Brad and his family.

On that Monday morning, Brad had taken Alejandro out in the backyard to do
his business.  Jack was sitting at the kitchen counter eating some cereal,
with the small flat-screen TV over on the opposite counter playing "The
Today Show."

Just as Brad and Alejandro were coming back in the sliding glass doors,
Jack glimpsed the image of the Gilbert Energy Company's corporate logo
appearing over Ann Curry's shoulder as she started into a news story.
"Turn that up, babe," Jack requested.

Brad grabbed the remote off the kitchen table, and turned up the small TV.
He settled onto a stool next to Jack, and they watched and listened.  Ann
was explaining that Federal prosecutors in New York were expected to be
filing charges of insider trading and other corruption against the Chairman
of the Kentucky-based energy corporation that had grown to do business in
several states and had diversified beyond mining into several other facets
of the energy industry over the past 20 years.

"Could Gilbert Energy become the next Enron?  That is the question on the
minds of Wall Street this morning.  A prosecution of the company's founder
and CEO, Jeremiah Gilbert, would certainly shake the fragile recovery that
is continuing to..." Ann was continuing.

"HOLY SHIT!"  Jack exclaimed with a big grin.  "This is too fuckin' good to
be true!  Could that mother fucker really be about to get what is coming to
him?!?"

Before Brad could even comment, Jack's cell was ringing.  "Albertson," he
answered.

It was a delighted Hank Anderson on the other end of Jack's cell, making
sure Jack was seeing the news about the possible downfall of Gilbert and
his corporation.  Brad's cell had rung too, with Miz Vivian also making
sure the guys had heard the news.

A lamp was being hurled, meanwhile, across the bedroom of the Smithville
mansion that Randy Blankenship now shared with his partner Jeremiah
Gilbert.  "You damn stupid mother-fuckin' idiot!" Gilbert was raging, as
the base of the lamp shattered against the wall, after having narrowly
missed the head of his much-younger partner Blankenship.

"Will you calm the fuck down, Jeremiah!" Randy exclaimed.  "We'll fly to
New York today and I'll work with our legal team up there to straighten
this whole mess up and prove that these allegations against you and the
company are all false, before the holiday even gets here, and..."

But, Jeremiah interrupted, still enraged.  "You stupid son-of-a-bitch!
Have you forgotten the little fact that IT IS ALL FUCKIN' TRUE!!!  I don't
know how the Feds have gotten wind of what I've been up to, but didn't I
tell you I was worried about it when you came up with the whole fuckin'
scheme?!?"

The day before Thanksgiving, Jeremiah Gilbert was arrested.  Shares of
Gilbert Energy stock plunged dramatically before the closing bell for the
holiday weekend had rung at the Stock Exchange.

"Serves the bastard SO right!" Miz Vivian laughed, as she was telling Brad
goodbye and getting ready to head out for Georgia, as they were preparing
to close up shop at the B&B that Wednesday afternoon.

"Yes, it does," Brad agreed.  "And you know, if Blankenship goes down for
this too, which he is liable to, it'll be Karma catching up with his ass
for how he did Bubba, too!"

Brad and Jack drove off for Tennessee that afternoon, hoping that all of
this would mean a reprieve for Smith's Mountain that would be more
permanent than just until springtime.  They spent a delightful Thanksgiving
weekend with the Carsons, overeating and enjoying pleasant company and
conversation.

Betsy Carson insisted that Jack and Brad sleep in the guest bedroom of
Brad's parents' home, rather than going to a local motel as they had
intended.  It pleasantly surprised Brad when his father affirmed this as
well.  His parents had really come around even more than he had ever
thought they would about the fact that he was a happily partnered gay man.

Obviously though, Jack and Brad did not have sex all weekend.  Just
sleeping in the same bed in Brad's parents home was a bit uncomfortable for
them both, even in the pajamas that neither of them ever otherwise wore to
bed.  They drove back home, arriving late on Sunday afternoon.  They drove
first over to Eric and Justin's house by the lake to pick up Alejandro.
They had thought about taking him on the trip, but were afraid he might
snap at some of Brad's little cousins who would be there for Thanksgiving
dinner, as children were the one thing that Alejandro was less than
charming about.

"Has he been a good boy while we were away?" Brad asked with a laugh.

"Oh, he's adorable," Eric said with a grin.

The guys drove home, played with the dog for a while, and had dinner.  Brad
was so disappointed that Bobby had not even called to say Happy
Thanksgiving.  "He's up there with his man and his old friends, and
apparently has just started to forget about me and our friendship, and even
Alejandro!" Brad grumbled to Jack.

"I don't understand it either, babe, but maybe he'll come around," Jack
said.  They walked together over to Miz Vivian's, and made sure everything
was secure, which it was.  The outside of the big old mansion was beautiful
in the chill light of the moon on that Sunday evening.

"I'm so fuckin' horny," Jack said abruptly.

Brad chuckled, "Me too, actually, but where did that come from?"

"Hey, I've got my romantic side, too, mister," Jack chuckled, "You gotta
admit this old place is gorgeous in the moonlight tonight."

"And, you gotta admit that neither of us has gotten off in the last four
days," Brad said, gouging Jack in the ribs through his coat playfully.

"Well, that too!" Jack laughed. "What say we head back to the house and do
something about that?"

"Well, we don't have to necessarily go home," Brad said evilly.  "We could
get a little creative..."

"Now, I'm not about to go back in there and fuck in Miz Vivian's house and
her gone to Georgia," Jack protested.  He did still remember the very hot
night they'd had in one of her bedrooms the night of the summer tornado,
though.

Brad laughed, always a little amused by Jack's chivalrous, polite side.
"Who said anything about in her house?" Brad asked.

"Well it is way too damn cold out here tonight to..." Jack started with a
laugh.

Brad put a finger playfully to Jack's lips to silence him.  "If you just
want to go home and make love, that's more than fine with me, baby, but I
know you like to sorta spice things up now and then, and so do I," Brad
said.

"You know I do, babe," Jack said, his fat dick already twitching in his
jeans in anticipation of whatever dirty bit of fun lovemaking his baby was
cooking up in that wonderfully dirty little mind of his.

"Then follow me," Brad said with a grin, as he started down the sidewalk
that led around to the back of the old mansion.  Soon, Brad was unlocking
the door and turning off the alarm inside of Miz Viv's Mercantile.  He
didn't turn on the fluorescent overhead lights, instead only turning on one
of the small lamps that was for sale on a display table.

"Here?" Jack asked.

"You OK with this?" Brad asked with a grin.

Jack was so horny.  Fucking inside the gift shop was a kinky little idea,
and with a four day load churning in his big cop balls, Jack was all for
it!  "Hell yeah," he replied, grinning back at Brad.

Soon they were both buck naked right there in the gift shop, having tossed
shoes, socks, coats, and clothes helter-skelter aside as they enjoyed
undressing each other hurriedly.  They were kissing, touching, and licking
each other all over intently, as they stood there in the little store.
Soon Jack was backing Brad up against the long old wooden counter.  He
hoisted Brad up onto it, knocking a big display of post cards off the
counter to scatter all over the floor, the rack making a noisy crash.  That
was a mess Brad would need to clean up, but just then he so didn't care!

In a flash Brad's legs were wrapped around behind Jack, and Jack's fat
spit-lubed dick was buried balls deep up Brad's tight hole.  "Mmm, baby,
yeah, fuck me!" Brad gasped.

Jack enjoyed just taking long, slow strokes, as he stood there by the
counter fucking his baby Brad raw and deep.  They both moaned and groaned
softly, enjoying the hotness of making love slowly and tenderly, but yet
here in this very out-of-the-ordinary setting.

"Uh! Gettin' close babe!" Jack soon grunted.  After four days, he wasn't
going to last anywhere near as long as usual, and neither was Brad.  But,
that was OK, because they both knew they'd have round two, and maybe three
when they got home!

Brad loved taking Jack's hot loads deep inside him, of course.  But he also
loved having that tasty cop spunk splatter all over him.  "Pull out when
you get real close, baby," Brad gasped.  "I want you to cum all over me!"

Jack soon got up on the counter with Brad.  He straddled Brad, and jacked
their cocks together, until they were both moaning, groaning, and shooting
their cum all over Brad.  Brad swirled his fingers through their mixed jizz
and ate a good portion of it, and Jack did the same thing.  They then
kissed.  They were both still hard and horny.  They then got some paper
towels and cleaned up their mess, and got dressed.  Once they got home,
they wasted no time getting naked again.  Brad ended up fucking Jack in the
shower and blowing a big load up his ass.  Jack then gave Brad a good
blowjob just before they drifted off to sleep.  It was so nice to have a
lover who enjoyed great sex just as much as you did!

The first few days of the following week passed by, and on that Wednesday
the news they had both been hoping for came.  While it would remain to be
seen whether or not Gilbert and Blankenship would go to prison for their
scheme, the damage to Gilbert Energy was already done.  It was all over the
news on that last day of November that Gilbert Energy Corporation had filed
for bankruptcy, and all of its assets would be liquidated.  This meant that
the mineral rights for the top of Smith's Mountain would soon be auctioned
off!

As it turned out, the auction came, ironically enough, on December 7,
Brad's birthday.  Miz Vivian had convinced Jack to let her try to buy the
mineral rights.  "I want to do this for you, but I also have an idea that
my nephew down in Georgia gave me over Thanksgiving."  She would not
elaborate just yet, but Jack and Brad knew they could trust their wonderful
older friend completely.

Miz Vivian's attorneys succeeded in outbidding those of Tom and Avalene for
the mineral rights, much to the trashy Avalene's despair.  Not only did Miz
Vivian become the owner of the mineral rights on Jack's property at the top
of the mountain, she also bought all of the rest of the property that
comprised Smith's Mountain, which had belonged to Gilbert Energy.  The
details of the transaction took several days to finalize.  Miz Vivian then
promptly deeded the ownership of the entire mountain over, jointly, to Brad
and Jack.

It was just over two weeks before Christmas now, as they walked out of the
courthouse after finalizing the papers making Smith's Mountain in its
entirety Brad's and Jack's, with just one condition.  Jack's eyes were
actually misting up with tears as flurries of snow started to fall there in
downtown.

"There is no way we will ever be able to thank you for this, Miz Vivian.
You know you are like a second mother to us both, and we love you.  That is
all I know to say," Jack said, his voice breaking on the last of it.  Brad
added his own heartfelt thanks.

"Aww, hell, boys," Miz Vivian said with a big grin, throwing an arm around
both of them.  "You know I love y'all too.  And at least you didn't say
'second Grandmother'!"  They all laughed at that.  "Besides, as you know,
there is something great in this for me, too, - and for all of us."  Brad
and Jack nodded, then they headed back to Miz Vivian's to discuss more
about their new joint business venture, which had been agreed upon in
writing that day as well.


TO BE CONTINUED...

*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!