Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 01:29:13 -0500
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 23

*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based solely on the author's
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character of Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself,
although some other aspects of the character's life are fiction.  If you
are under 18 years old, or if it is otherwise illegal where you are to read
about masturbation and consensual gay sex between adult males, then do not
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****A Special Note/Update From the Author, 12/29/2011****

I should have more free time to write (and jack off!) again this winter
than I did for a few months, which means you may see more frequent updates
of the story (if the interest is there).  A new "story arc" will have its
beginnings in this chapter.  I believe in giving credit where credit is
due.  An ex-law enforcement officer from "down under" who is a loyal fan of
the story (you know who you are, and thanks again!) provided me with the
rough idea for this new storyline awhile back, in response to my call for
ideas/suggestions on where to take our story next.  The "good guy"
character from Australia, Chief Inspector Dan, whom we will meet in due
course, is based on this fan's own physical description as well.

As always I welcome and really enjoy receiving all of your great, horny
comments and especially your self-pics.  It is always great to put a face
(and/or a body and dick!) with my fans, and that continues to be one of the
most fun and rewarding (and cum-inducing!) parts of writing for nifty.  I'm
not a bit shy and I will gladly trade face or body/dick self-pics with you.
(Some of you have particularly liked getting that visual, because of Brad's
physical characteristics being based totally on mine.)

Also, if any of you have storyline suggestions of your own, please do feel
free to email them my way.  It may take me awhile to incorporate them into
the ongoing plot, and I can't guarantee I'll use every idea, but I do very
much welcome them.  It isn't always easy figuring out how to keep the plot
of a "serialized" or "soap" type story like this one interesting for all of
you.  Thanks again as always for reading and responding!  I do have an
emailing list going now and I send a notification to everyone on it each
time a new chapter is submitted to nifty.  Just email me if you'd like to
be included in that.  - - "Brad"



No one knew for sure what lay ahead for them all in 2012, but as Christmas
2011 ended and the last week of that year began, pretty much everyone in
Brad and Jack's lives was pretty happy and content, but none more so than
the two lovers themselves.

It was about 10pm on Christmas Night when Jack, Brad, and Alejandro rolled
into their driveway in Pleasant View, having returned from a nice Christmas
Day spent in Annandale with Jack's mother, Alice.  Brad took Alejandro to
do his business while Jack opened the front door and started carrying
things inside.

Alejandro accepted the proffered treat when Brad brought him into the
kitchen through the back sliding-glass doors, and then scampered away to
nest in his favorite spot, his little bed beneath a chair against one wall
of the eat-in kitchen.

"I can't believe he didn't even call to say Merry Christmas," Brad
commented, as Jack walked into the kitchen from the living room, pulling
off his black leather jacket and hanging it in the coat closet near the
entryway between the two rooms.

"Well, I think he really is just wanting to distance himself from you, and
from your friendship.  It sucks, but I really think the only time you are
going to hear from him now is when he takes a notion to check on this
little guy," Jack said, motioning toward Alejandro.

"You're probably right.  I guess things change and people change," Brad
said resignedly.  "Anyway, it has been a great Christmas, and I'm not going
to let him acting like an ass get me down."

"Atta boy," Jack said with a big grin, coming over to backpack hug Brad
tight against his big broad chest.

"Mmm," Brad purred.

"Like that?" Jack said in a sexy whisper, his breath hot against Brad's
right ear.

"You know I do," Brad replied, turning in Jack's arms.  They kissed deeply.

"You know, it is still Christmas for a couple of hours," Jack said
suggestively, "I can think of one more present I'd like to give you."

"Remember that you have to get up and go to work tomorrow," Brad said, but
he was already starting to harden in his jeans.

"I think this will make us both sleep well," Jack said, still whispering
sexily in Brad's ear.

"You talked me into it," Brad said with a grin, "Come on."

Jack just playfully scooped Brad up in his strong arms then, as Brad
laughed.  "Come on yourself!" Jack said as he carried Brad down the hall to
their bedroom.

Brad hungrily unbuttoned Jack's shirt, as Jack pulled Brad's sweater over
his head.  Socks, pants, and boxers were soon cast aside, and the two
lovers were naked together on top of the covers of their king-sized bed.

"It's a little chilly in here!" Brad exclaimed.

"Yeah, I kicked the heat back up but you know it always takes it awhile,"
Jack replied, smiling, "Get under the covers with me babe, and let's warm
each other up!"

----

Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth where it was already the day
after Christmas, a tall, skinny, middle-aged man with a jagged scar on his
left cheek (well-concealed beneath stage makeup at that moment) was
boarding a plane.  He smiled contentedly to himself as it soared high into
the air, soon leaving Sydney, and the man's pursuers, far behind.

----

Back in Pleasant View, Brad and Jack were now under the covers naked in
each other's arms.  Brad loved doing this with his man even more on such a
chilly night, when the warmth of Jack's big furry body always felt so extra
incredible against his own.  Jack moved lower and soon was engulfing Brad's
throbbing hard, fat five and a half inch cock in his warm, wet mouth.

"Mmm, Jack!" Brad moaned softly as Jack sucked him expertly.

Soon, the bed covers were tossed aside with a wave of Jack's arm, the lube
was grabbed from the nightstand, and Brad's legs were happily up on Jack's
broad shoulders.  Jack grinned down at Brad then, teasing his tight pink
hole with the head of his throbbing fat cock for a few moments.

"Take me baby," Brad said, almost in a whimper.  He reached up and ran his
hands over Jack's broad, strong, furry chest, and tweaked both of Jack's
erect nipples playfully.  He hadn't realized just how hungry for this he
was until that moment.  The three days since they had last made love in the
cabin in Tennessee, before going to Brad's parents' house, had passed
quickly, but now Brad realized how horny he was, and Jack was the same.

"Merry Christmas, darlin'," Jack said sexily, his deep blue eyes and
million-watt smile piercing happily into Brad's very soul, as he slowly but
deftly slid his fat, rock hard, six and a half inch cop cock all the way
balls-deep into Brad's hot, tight ass.

"Oh, Jack!" Brad moaned.  He would never grow tired of being made love to
by this big wonderful man, and Jack felt exactly the same way about doing
it.  Cliché though it was, each time they coupled was truly still every bit
as hot as it had been that very first time the summer before.

Jack fucked Brad, slowly and tenderly, for a good fifteen minutes.  No
words were said, just little gasps and groans of pure pleasure, as Jack
leaned down occasionally to kiss Brad as he made love to him.

"I'm getting - UH! - close now baby," Brad gasped.

"UH! Me too, Bradley," Jack replied with a grunt, picking up the pace of
his fucking now, his big engorged cock head finding and hitting Brad's
pulsating love button over and over now.

"Jack! OH GOD!  Oh, Baby! UH! UH!!" Brad moaned.

"Bradley! AH-Uh! UH! Fuckin' cum for me - UH! - baby!" Jack grunted
huskily, pounding Brad's ass deep and hard as he held Brad's ankles in both
hands.

"UH! UH!!! FUCK!!! AH-UH! JACK! JACK!!!" Brad moaned and yelled, as his
dick unleashed several hot, shooting spurts of thick white cum up into the
space between them.  As it splattered back down all over Brad's tummy, Jack
began to unleash his own load deep inside of Brad.

"OH GOD! FUCK!!! FUCK! UH!!! AH-UH!!! BRADLEY!!!" Jack moaned as shot after
shot of hot cop cum unloaded into Brad.

Jack collapsed on top of Brad, Brad's legs dropping to rest around his.
They were both soon fast asleep.

The next morning Jack headed off to the station, having to return to work
that week.  Brad had the week off, as Miz Vivian was still out of town and
he didn't have to return to work until time to get ready for the New Year's
Eve Gala, which was being held that Saturday night.  It was somewhat odd to
be neither working nor spending time with Jack, but Brad found a few
projects to occupy his time, along with playing with Alejandro.  That
evening around six, Jack came in, closing the front door with a shiver.

"Man, it really has dropped all day out there"! Jack exclaimed.

"I know baby," Brad said, coming over to give Jack and quick hug and kiss.
"I was just looking at the thermometer out back and it is only about 18
degrees out there now!"

"I knew when the bottom fell out it would do it all at once," Jack said.
Most of December had been unseasonably warm in the Pleasant View area, and
now temperatures had plummeted to below normal.

"Not that I ever mind," Brad said, playfully running his hands over Jack's
chest, "But what are you doing home in your uniform, big guy?"  Jack
normally showered and changed into his civvies in the station's locker room
at the end of each shift before heading home.

"Oh, hell," Jack said, taking off his jacket, and kicking off his shiny cop
shoes.  He walked to the kitchen and hung up his gun belt and put away his
weapon as they talked.  They returned to the living room and sat down on
the couch together.  "The damn pipes froze and busted about two o'clock!
Good thing the locker room is off to that one side of the station, although
that's probably exactly why the pipes froze.  But, at least there wasn't
any water damage to anything important in the station.  It just more or
less ran down the floor drains until somebody got the main shut off."

"Oh, so that's why you didn't get to shower down there," Brad replied.

"Yup.  It's been so damn cold, and not a thing going on, that I'm far from
dirty or sweaty anyhow.  I should have just went ahead and changed," Jack
said.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Brad said, laying his head over on Jack's
chest, the stiff blue of the uniform shirt against his cheek.  He fingered
the badge over Jack's heart playfully.  "Sometimes I like the obvious
reminders of having a big stud cop for a boyfriend!"

Jack leaned down and kissed Brad deeply then.  "You're more than just a
live-in boyfriend to me, you know, Bradley.  I love you so."

Brad grinned happily.  "I love you too, big guy, and ditto!"

Jack grinned to himself for a moment.  The surprise he had planned for just
after midnight on New Year's Eve at Miz Viv's was going to be so perfect!

They cuddled there on the couch and watched some TV for a while, Alejandro
soon coming up to join them with a playful little bark for attention.  Brad
felt so content, and so thankful for this bit of domestic bliss, which less
than six months before he would not have ever imagined finding.

"You can't be too comfortable in that uniform, even as completely fuckin'
sexy as you are in it," Brad finally commented, glancing down at his own
comfy sweatpants and t-shirt.

"Well, I suppose I really should go shower and change," Jack said.  "Think
you might could help an officer out with that?" He added playfully.

"YES, SIR!" Brad said, saluting playfully, as they got up and headed into
the kitchen and down the hall, laughing.

"Silly horny bastards!" Alejandro said silently to himself with a little
huff.  He settled back into his favorite corner couch cushion and proceeded
to watch "Entertainment Tonight," and get caught up on what the Kardashians
had been up to for the holidays.

Meanwhile, Brad made quite a playful show of getting Jack out of his
uniform and completely naked in their bedroom.  It had been awhile since
they had played with Jack in - and out of - his uniform.  This time Brad
went slow, with both of them chuckling a little recalling the time he had
torn off all the buttons on Jack's uniform shirt, causing an embarrassing
moment later with Jack's Mom.  Brad had carefully placed the shirt, then
the socks, then the uniform pants, then the t-shirt, all over onto their
bed.  Finally Jack was standing there in just his boxer shorts, with a very
obvious tent in them, which was also the case with Brad's own sweatpants.

Brad grabbed a handful of Jack's bulge through his boxers.  "I thought you
put your weapon away awhile ago, Officer Jack, so I KNOW you're just happy
to see me!"

Jack hooked his thumbs in either side of the top of his boxers and slid
them quickly down and off, his now fully rock-hard cock springing up to
stick straight out, as he playfully tossed the boxers across the room with
his foot.

"HELL, YES!" He replied with a grin.

Soon the couple was taking a nice long, hot shower together, culminating in
Brad giving Jack a blowjob.

"Mmm yeah, gonna make you cum!" Brad said, popping his head up off Jack's
wet cock there in the shower just long enough to say so, as he continued to
stroke his own cock.  Brad was already savoring the sweet flavor of the
precum he had been coaxing from Jack's fat cock in copious amounts.

"Not yet.  Fuck me baby.  Please!" Jack asked insistently, turning Brad on
so much.  As much as he adored being plowed by this big stud, it was also
always a total thrill to fuck Jack's nice bubble butt!  Jack turned around
and braced himself against the wall of the shower, the hot water still
streaming down over them both.  Brad soon was standing there plowing Jack
hard and deep from behind, until they both had explosive orgasms.

"UH! Yeah! - AH-UH!!! - Oh, BRAD!!!" Jack groaned, shooting his cum all
over the wall of the shower, his knees nearly buckling from the pleasure,
and his ass clenching and unclenching on Brad's meat repeatedly.  This sent
Brad over the edge too.

"FUCK!" He groaned, as he shot jets of cum into his lover.  "OH, JACK!!!"

Afterward, they dressed in loungewear and fixed and ate dinner. Jack and
Brad then returned to the couch for more time watching TV and playing with
Alejandro, as well as more conversation.  Neither of them was really paying
attention when a news item was mentioned briefly, as Jack channel-surfed
for something good to watch.

The CNN anchor had been reading, "The suspect was last traced to a flight
from Sydney to Los Angeles which he was able to board by using a fake
passport under an assumed name and a disguise, but it is unclear where he
may be heading within the United States.  After nearly being apprehended in
the act of committing his last crime, the Australian authorities do have a
good description of the alleged perpetrator of a string of rapes of gay men
in the Sydney area going back two years, who is also wanted in connection
with a major..."

The rest of the week went by rather routinely for Jack, as not a lot was
going on of note for the Pleasant View P.D. as 2011 drew to a close.  One
bit of small-town intrigue came on Friday morning.  A special hearing was
held, in spite of the fact that it was the between-holiday week at year's
end when such thing usually did not take place.  Everyone wanted to put the
scandal behind Pleasant View though, before 2012 began.

A joint investigation between the P.D. and the City Council concluded that
there had been absolutely no wrong doing on the part of Mayor Connie
Jenkins in the matter of allegedly misallocated funds for the local fire
department.  The Rosemont TV stations had gotten wind of the small town
scandal, thanks to some of the members of the local fire department, and so
they were on hand to get a quote from Councilman Sherman Christensen when
the hearing was over.  He gazed into the camera haughtily, and said, "I
respect the findings of the police and the council in this matter, although
I do still feel that the mayor should have been more responsible where the
funding for the fire department was concerned."

"What do you make of the whole thing, Chief?" Jack asked Chief Morganfield.
They had gone to lunch together at the Ramblin' Rose and the noon news was
playing on the TV mounted on one wall of the diner.

"Well, nothing to make of it, Jack," the Chief replied.  "Our detectives,
the council's accountant, and an independent firm all went over the fire
department's books.  The fact is there were no misallocated funds in the
first place.  Lousy bookkeeping, yes, but the funds in question are all
accounted for now."

"What made Christensen think Mayor Jenkins had anything to do with it?"
Jack asked.

"Nothing, if you ask me," the Chief replied.  "I think he was convinced
that SOMEBODY had done something fishy with part of the Federal grant funds
the fire department received, and was hoping he could drag the mayor into
the middle of it and tarnish her image enough that he could beat her in the
primary election next May."

"Sounds about right," Jack said wryly.

"As it is, the only one whose ass is in a sling over this now is the fire
chief, for keeping such shoddy books, but even that isn't going to be a big
deal in the long run," the Chief reasoned.  "As for Mayor Jenkins, she
actually managed to sound halfway intelligent - for once - giving that,
'the matter has been resolved and no wrongdoing on my part was found'
comment on the news a minute ago."

Jack and Chief Morganfield both liked Mayor Jenkins, but they also knew
that her overly plainspoken, and at times very country, way of handling
herself in public made her come off much more dimwitted to some than she
actually was.  These traits were both ridiculed, and used against her, by
the snobs of Pleasant View and her potential political opponents.

That night Jack headed over to Miz Vivian's after work.  She had gotten
home from Georgia earlier that afternoon, and now she, Brad, and Barney
Finkster had already gotten in full swing decorating the mansion for the
following night's New Year's Eve Gala.

"A little to the left Brad honey, no wait, a little to the right!" Barney
rasped to Brad, who was on a ladder in the mansion's foyer attempting to
hang a festive decorative piece in a way that suited the fastidious and
ever-queeny decorator.

Soon they were all upstairs, where work on decorating the huge third-floor
ballroom itself got underway.  They laughed, talked, ate some homemade
chicken salad sandwiches and other snacks that Miz Vivian brought up to
them at one point, and generally had a good time.  By 10pm they were all
ready to call it a night.

"We got a good part of the day tomorrow to finish everything up anyway,
y'all," Barney rasped.  "Doors won't open 'til 7pm and the party won't
really get rolling until at least eight, anyway!"

-----

Meanwhile, a car had been rented at Louisville International Airport.
"From L.A. to Salt Lake City, then that layover in Denver, and then a
direct flight to J.F.K.  Then that side trip on the train to Montreal and
back for a couple of days - and then finally that last flight from
J.F.K. back to here in Kentucky.  That should surely have thrown them off.
Well, that along with this disguise and that third passport I made sure to
arrange for."  Brent Spokes - that was his real name - was rather pleased
with himself as he drove away from the airport.  He ran a hand over his now
slick-shaven, newly bald head and chuckled.  He glanced around as he drove
along the Watterson Expressway.  It had been a long time since those years
he had spent in Kentucky before, but he had to admit he was glad to be
back, even under these circumstances.

----

"Dammit, I don't care mate, about what passport he was or was not using.
You have a bloody electronic watch list, don't you ever use it?"  Chief
Inspector Dan Channing was in the face of the head of the Canadian Border
Patrol office in charge of inspecting the passengers aboard the Amtrak
train when it entered the country from New York each day, on its way to
Montreal.

"Why don't you just go home and stay out of this, eh?" the Canadian
official challenged sternly.  "Our authorities on this side of the border
are already working with Homeland Security and the FBI toward apprehending
Spokes.  I hardly see what good the authorities back in Australia could
have possibly thought it would do to send you all the way over here to
meddle!"

Channing didn't bother to explain anything to the indignant Canadian before
he left, later boarding the southbound train himself.  As he rode along
back toward New York, he ran a big hand through the neatly trimmed shock of
snow-white beard along his solid jaw line.  Though past 60 now, Dan
Channing was still a very handsome man.  Some would say he looked like a
cross between Bernard Hill - the guy who had played the captain in the film
"Titanic" - and Sir Sean Connery.  Others thought he even looked just a bit
like pre-plastic-surgery Kenny Rogers.

Channing stood six feet, two inches tall and was still a solid, beefy but
muscular, 250 pounds.  His thinning shock of snow white hair and neat white
beard gave him a distinguished look that went well with his solid jaw line
and serious manner.  Those men who had the distinct pleasure found that he
had a sexy dusting of salt-and-pepper fur across his broad chest, and
surprisingly to some, a pierced left nipple.  Lower, there was a very nice
six inch uncut cock that regrettably hadn't had any attention in far too
long, absorbed as he had been with the case.

What the Canadian didn't know was that Channing was footing the bill for
this trip himself.  Hell, he thought, if a successful lawman couldn't spend
some of his own savings on pursuing a case he cared so much about - even if
it did mean going halfway around the globe - then what damn good was he
anyway?

And, his superiors had at least given him the time off, along with their
begrudging and very un-official approval, for his quest to personally go
after Spokes.  They knew, after all, that Channing was one of the most
brilliant detectives in Australia, and Spokes was by far one of its most
cunning modern criminals.  What Channing had not bothered to explain to the
Canadian border agent was that his reasons for pursing Spokes so
persistently were very personal.

After all, among other notable reasons, Spokes' last victim had been
Channing's own young cousin.  It was true that Spokes' had never killed a
victim - at least not yet - but he certainly left emotional scars that
would be hard for them to ever overcome, though.  Channing just wished, as
the train rolled swiftly southward, that he had even the slightest fucking
clue as to where to go next in his pursuit of the notorious gay serial
rapist and corporate embezzler, Brent Spokes.

----

On Saturday evening, December 31, the weather turned out to be a good bit
milder in Pleasant View.  The temperatures were still nearly around 40
degrees, in fact, by the time guests began arriving for Miz Vivian's big
New Year's Eve Gala.

Brad and Jack were in the foyer with Barney Finkster and Miz Vivian when
she opened the big double doors at 7pm.  Jack, who was never thrilled with
having to get overly dressed-up, was greatly relieved that Miz Vivian had
decided to decree that this event would be business casual attire only.
Brad still thought Jack looked as handsome as always in his khakis and teal
button-up shirt.

The first people through the doors turned out to be Bubba and James.
Everyone greeted each other warmly.  Barney then gave Miz Vivian a
conspiratorial glance and turned to where Bubba was slapping Jack on the
back as they both laughed over some little joke Bubba had just made.

"Mmm-mmmmmm, Miz Vivian!  LORDY!" Barney rasped like an excited schoolgirl.
"Have you EVER seen two such big gorgeous beefy hunks of man-flesh in all
your LIFE, girl???"

As Bubba and Jack both turned self-consciously beet red, and Brad and James
roared with laughter, Miz Vivian played along.  "No, Barney, that I have
not.  Brad and James are sure two very lucky boys to have these two.  And I
do mean to HAVE them!"

"Oh, Lord!" Jack groaned, still blushing crimson.

"Aww, hell," Miz Vivian laughed, "I'm just messin' with y'all, you know
that!"

Bubba laughed and Brad then motioned the way down the hall to the
refreshment buffet that was set up in the big family room.  "We'll all be
heading upstairs around 8pm, for now we're keeping the party down here,"
Brad explained with a smile.

It seemed as though everyone who was anyone in Pleasant View (and many who
weren't!) showed up over the next hour.  Everyone streamed up the huge
curving staircase to the spacious gallery-style hallway on the second
floor, where Barney had set up still more refreshments and which he had
adorned with many beautiful decorations for the occasion.  They then
proceeded on up to the ballroom that occupied the whole third floor of the
huge old antebellum mansion.  Meanwhile on the first floor, there was such
a crowd assembled that Brad actually ushered some of them outside to go up
to the third floor via the graceful double wrought-iron outside staircases
that led down to the summer gardens from the second and third floors of the
mansion.

"Lord, just a few more people and I know we'd be over code," Jack
commented.

"Yes, the ballroom is certified for occupancy of 300, and we've admitted
287!" Brad replied, having calculated the number of tickets sold for the
charity Gala.

The jazz band that had played at Miz Vivian's last big function was back,
and by five after eight everyone was dancing and having a great time up in
the ballroom.  People also circulated up and down the stairs, as Barney had
wisely set up refreshment stations on all three floors.  Velvet ropes
cordoned off the portions of the mansion through which Miz Vivian did not
want the Gala guests to traipse.

Brad and Jack stood at the second-floor landing between the first and third
floor staircases, getting a bit of air at around 8:30.  Miz Vivian
descended the staircase from the direction of the ballroom, a big grin on
her face.  "Oh, boys!  I know we're going to turn a big profit tonight,
between the admission and the silent auction.  We're bound to raise a heap
of money for all of the charities.  What a fantastic way to start 2012!"

"Well, we couldn't have done it without Barney.  He managed to get all this
decorating done, plus the catering, at a fraction of what anyone else would
have, even if they knew they were doing it for a charity event," Brad
commented.

"That's for sure," Miz Vivian agreed, "He's just a treasure!"

"You know, I really do wish he could find himself a good man," Jack said
with a grin.  "I know he's as queeny as the day is long, but there are a
lot of great guys who do go for that type."

"Hey now, don't be getting any ideas!" Brad teased.

Jack laughed, and rolled his eyes, "You have NOTHING to worry about,
darlin'."

Jack and Brad walked over to their house to check on Alejandro and take him
out, and then quickly returned to the mansion.  Along with Miz Vivian, they
then returned upstairs to the party.  They all danced and had a fine time
over the next couple of hours.  Before everyone knew it, Miz Vivian was at
the mic, up on the slightly raised bandstand platform near the huge
fireplace at one end of the ballroom.

"Now y'all, get ready, I'm gonna count 'er down here in just a few
seconds!" She said with a big smile.  Tonight was one of those happy,
festive occasions when Miz Vivian's youthful personality gave no hint of
her 67 years of age.  She then announced the figure they estimated the
event had raised for charity, and everyone cheered loudly.  "Thank you all,
so much!  And now, listen up, because HERE WE GO!" Miz Vivian exclaimed.

"Ten, nine, eight.." Miz Vivian drawled, bouncing like a schoolgirl between
each second she called off.

"...One...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"  Miz Vivian concluded.  The jazz ensemble
launched into "Auld Lang Syne" as everyone cheered and the couples all
started to embrace and kiss.

"Happy New Year Bradley, I love you so," Jack said softly, as he pulled
Brad close.

"I love you too, big guy.  Happy New Year!" Brad replied, and then they
shared a deep, long kiss.

"Woo-hoo, look at y'all!" Barney said as he floated past, blowing a
noise-maker.

Brad and Jack laughed as they broke their kiss, and looked around at the
many other happy revelers filling the ballroom.  Soon Brad noticed
something funny.  There went Bubba and James up onto the bandstand.  Eric
and Justin soon followed them.  Finally Barney Finkster joined Miz Vivian
at the mic as well.

"What are all them doing up there with Miz Viv?" Brad asked Jack, puzzling
over why their belovedly-queeny old neighbor Barney, and the two couples
who were their four best friends, would all be up at the mic just then with
Miz Vivian.

"You'll see, babe," Jack said with a big grin.

Miz Vivian gave everyone several more moments to smooch, blow noise-makers,
make toasts, and generally have fun ringing in the start of 2012.  The band
finally wound down "Auld Lang Syne."

"Your attention, please, ladies and gentleman!" Miz Vivian then drawled
into the mic, and the ballroom began to get quiet.  "Come on up here, Brad
and Jack," she then requested.

Puzzled, Brad followed Jack up onto the short stage.  "I believe you can
take it from here, big guy," Miz Vivian said with a grin to Jack, giving
him a pat on the back as she took a step back to join the others.

There, with six of their closest friends standing behind them on the little
stage, and what seemed like half of the town looking on in front of them in
the ballroom, Jack took Brad's hand in his.  Jack took the mic off the
stand, and looked into Brad's eyes as he began to speak into it.

"Bradley Carson, you know that I love you with all my heart and soul.  For
nearly six months now, you have made me the happiest man alive, especially
since we started sharing a home together.  I want to spend the rest of my
life with you," Jack said very tenderly.  He paused, then got down on one
knee, still holding the mic.  "Now, I know that marriage for us is not
legal here - yet!" Jack then continued, with a few in the crowd briefly
cheering the way he defiantly had said, "yet!"

Jack was gazing up at Brad, who was starting to cry tears of happiness by
now, having figured out what was coming.  Jack went on, "But, Bradley Jason
Carson, would you please agree to plan to give me the honor of sharing a
Commitment Ceremony with me to publicly acknowledge the love we share, and
to commit ourselves to one another, forever?"

"Yes, Jack.  OH, Yes!" Brad replied happily, tears of joy running down his
cheeks.  The room erupted into cheers, as Jack stood, and he and Brad
hugged and kissed deeply there on stage.  A tear of happiness ran down each
of Jack's cheeks now as well.

"Oh my Gawd, this is so dayumm romantic!" Barney rasped, shedding tears of
his own, as was Miz Vivian, as they looked on.

Justin and Eric kissed briefly too, remembering their own commitment
ceremony, which they had shared back in Rosemont a few years before.  Bubba
and James gazed into each other's eyes, wondering what the future held in
store for them, as well.

Miz Vivian returned to the mic, as Brad and Jack finally broke their long
kiss and grinned, looking around as if just remembering where they were.
One of the waiters Barney had hired to help with the refreshments appeared
with a bottle of Miz Vivian's own best champagne and several glasses on a
tray.  Everyone on stage took a glass, and Miz Vivian herself poured.  The
crowd, many of who already had drinks of their own from the various
refreshment stations, all looked on in anticipation.

"I know you will all join me in this toast," Miz Vivian said, raising her
glass with a radiant smile.  "To Brad and Jack, and the love they will
continue to share, forever!"  Everyone joined in the toast, and then
applauded again long and loud.  In a few moments, the band resumed playing,
and everyone returned to dancing, as the party was scheduled to last
another hour.

"Congratulations, guys, we're so happy for you," Bubba's deep voice
rumbled, as he and James both hugged and shook hands with Brad and Jack.

"Yes, I know you are going to be just as happy as Eric and I have been, and
anything you need to make your Commitment Ceremony just as special as ours
a few years ago was, just ask, buddy," Justin said, slapping Jack on the
back.  They all hugged as well.

"I can't even think about that yet, I'm so damn happy!" Brad exclaimed, as
everyone laughed.

Many couples were already dancing, and a song was just ending.  There was
one more thing that Jack had pre-arranged with Miz Vivian and the band, and
it was time for that now.  He had remembered the old song that had been
playing on his bedside CD player at the start of the night when Brad had
ended up first asking Jack to really make love to him, after they had
gotten back from riding the dinner train the previous summer.

Miz Vivian took the mic once again.  "Now, ladies and gentlemen, for our
next dance I would ask that we let the newly-engaged couple have the middle
of the dance floor."  She turned to the band then and said with a smile,
"Boys, take it away!"

The band immediately launched into an instrumental version of Bing Crosby's
"I'll Be Seeing You."

Everyone else danced around them, but looked on, as Jack and Brad slow
danced there in the center of the floor, beneath the muted light from the
enormous dimmed chandelier in the middle of Miz Vivian's opulent ballroom.

"I love you so much," Brad said, as Jack held him close.

"And I love you too, baby!" Jack purred.

By the time forty-five more minutes had gone by it was after 1am, and the
party was winding down.  Many more people, including Chief Morganfield, had
offered their congratulations to Brad and Jack by the time they had
descended the staircases to the first floor of the beautiful old mansion.
Jack also thanked the Chief for allowing Justin to have the night off.
Normally, it seemed like that if Jack was off on New Years Eve, Justin had
to work it, or vice-versa, and Jack had been a little puzzled earlier as to
how they both managed to get it off - now he knew.

"You just enjoy the rest of your weekend, and I'll see you on Monday
morning," the Chief said with a smile as he left.

"Goodnight, y'all," Miz Vivian said, hugging them both tightly as she
reached the bottom of the big staircase.  "I'm so dayumm happy for you both
tonight!  And just wait 'til we start planning the ceremony!"

"Oh yes, I have sooo many ideas!" Barney rasped excitedly, having joined
them, as they all could see the decorator-wheels turning in his head.

Jack chuckled, "We'll get to all that soon enough, but thank you both, so
much."

"Mmmm-hmm, these two are just wantin' to get on home for some ENGAGMENT
SEX!" Barney exclaimed, causing both Brad and Jack to blush, and Miz Vivian
to cackle.

"And make as much noise as you want to, boys, I'll put in my earplugs when
I go to sleep tonight!" Barney quipped.  Brad and Jack knew he couldn't
hear them inside their house from his house anyway, but they also knew that
he was making a teasing reference to the times back in the summer when they
had sex outside by the pool and he had really heard them.

They finally said goodnight and left, walking hand in hand through the
chilly moonlight down the sidewalk through Miz Vivian's front lawn, and
then across Crabapple Street to their own house.  Alejandro greeted them
enthusiastically at the front door, as if he knew something big was up.
Brad quickly took him outside for a walk, and then they came back in.  Jack
was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, grinning at Brad when he came
back inside.  As Alejandro scampered away to his little nest, Brad walked
over and slipped into Jack's arms, kissing him deeply.

"I can't believe you did all that tonight, Jack.  That was the nicest and
most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me in my life," Brad said
sincerely.

"Well, I'm just glad you said 'yes'," Jack replied, grinning back.  "You
have made me the happiest man alive already, but knowing that you are
willing to go through with a public commitment of our love has made me even
happier."

They kissed again.  "Now, wait right here, there's one more surprise
tonight!" Jack said mischievously.  Brad smiled, and sat down on the stool
Jack got up from, as Jack disappeared down the hall.  Several moments later
Jack called, "OK, come on back, baby."

As Brad had already guessed, when he walked through the door to their room,
he was delighted to see that Jack had recreated that first night they had
made love the previous summer.  Candlelight was glowing, and there laid
Jack bare-chested beneath the covers, propped up on the pillows.  Bing
began to sing "I'll Be Seeing You" once again as Brad walked through the
door, shedding his clothes quickly as he crossed to the bed.

He slid beneath the covers with Jack, their naked bodies soon touching, as
they kissed tenderly.

"I love you," Jack said softly, tenderly, gazing down into Brad's eyes, as
he had now gotten up on top of him, the warmth and weight of his body
feeling wonderful.  Brad wrapped his legs around Jack's and enjoyed the
sensation of their hard cocks, tummies, and furry chests pressing together
tightly.  Their arms went around one another, and they rolled there beneath
the covers.

"I love you too, so much," Brad said, as they now lay on their sides, still
wrapped around one another naked.

For the next half hour, they tenderly explored one another, making love
slowly, tenderly, and sweetly.  They kissed, jacked, sucked, licked, and
just enjoyed one another every way possible.  They eventually ended up with
Brad on his back and Jack entering him, making love to him slowly and
tenderly just as he had the very first time.  Heated passion and raw mansex
soon made their natural way into the guys' lovemaking, however.  Jack
thrust faster and deeper.

"Oh yes, make love to me Jack! - UH! - That's it, fuck me - AH-Uh! - so
good baby," Brad groaned and purred.

"Mmm yeah, I love - UH! - makin' love to - AH-UH! - That sweet - Uh! -
Tight ass of yours, Bradley," Jack said as he picked up the pace even more.

Soon they switched places, and Brad was riding on Jack's throbbing fat cock
fast and hard.

"Oh, GOD!" Jack groaned.

"Uh!  Oh, Jack!!!" Brad gasped, as he impaled himself over and over again.

"Uh! YES!  That's it!!! - AH-UH! - Ride my fuckin' cock baby!" Jack gasped
in pure pleasure.

Brad got off Jack then, quickly rolling to his back and raising his legs
once more.  "Fuck me, Jack!" He demanded urgently.

Jack did as ask, and was soon plowing Brad full throttle, fast and hard, as
they both sweated, moaned, and groaned.  Jack thrilled at the sensations as
again his big cock head found and pounded Brad's button over and over.

"UH!  FUCK!!! CUM FOR ME - UH! - BRADLEY," Jack encouraged, pounding him so
hard now and gazing lovingly down into his eyes.

"UH!  Oh, JACK!  UH! I LOVE YOU!!!" Brad moaned, getting so close.

"I - UH! - Love you too - AH-UH! - BRADLEY!  CUM FOR ME, BABY!!! - UH!
SHOOT THAT FUCKIN' - AH-UH! - LOAD, BABY!!! " Jack grunted and yelled, his
own balls churning now with impending release.

This impassioned plea from his lover drove Brad totally over the edge, and
eight or nine huge, hot jets of cum shot from his thick, throbbing dick up
between them, splattering Jack's furry chest, and dripping back down on to
Brad as Jack continued his full-throttle fucking.

"OH GOD!!! UH!! YES!!! OH BRADLEY!!! AH-UH!!! FUCK!!! I'M CUMMING!!!" Jack
groaned and yelled, and then proceeded to fill Brad's ass full of a truly
monumental load of his hot spunk, trembling and moaning over and over as he
did so.

They held each other tenderly after, kissing sweetly.  They then took a
shower together, washing each other lovingly, dried off, and returned to
bed, falling asleep naked and so completely content in one another's arms.

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!