Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 20:10:57 -0500
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 24

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character of Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself,
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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.

* SLURP! *

Promptly at 7:00 the next morning, Alejandro had made his way into the
bedroom, onto the bed, and up Jack's chest, and had proceeded to give him a
good morning "slurp" right between the eyes.  Jack laughingly and groggily
awoke, but Brad didn't even stir, still warn out from the passion and the
excitement of the night before.

"C'mon, boy," Jack said quietly, slipping carefully out of the big, warm
bed so as not to awaken his beloved.  Jack shivered, as he stood naked by
the bed, and grabbed his robe off the chair nearby, slipping quickly into
it.  He walked out of the bedroom with the dog following behind him.  He
let Alejandro out into the fenced-in back yard and kept an eye on him
through the sliding doors.  While Alejandro was doing his business, Jack
glanced out at the outside thermometer, and noted that it was only 20
degrees under very gloomy skies, the temperature having once again
plummeted during the night.

In just a couple of minutes, Alejandro came scampering back inside, shook
all over, and headed back to his own bed under the chair nearby.  "Yeah,
you've got the right idea, Alejandro, it's NOT time to get up yet, least
not on a cold Sunday morning!" Jack said quietly with a grin toward the
lovable animal, leaned down and gave him a quick pat, and then headed back
down the hall to the bedroom.

Jack took off the robe and laid it aside, and climbed back under the covers
naked.  He gently slipped his big warm arm around Brad's furry chest, which
was softly rising and falling as he continued to sleep.  Jack spooned up
close against Brad's back and closed his eyes, unconsciously smiling in
contentment as he soon drifted back off to sleep.

Around 9am, Brad finally awoke.  He smiled at the awesome warm feeling of
waking up with his big beefy man spooned close to him, with his arm around
him.  He looked around and was greeted with Jack's deep blue eyes peering
down into his own.  Jack had just awoke again himself a moment before.

"Good morning, baby," Jack said softly.

"Good morning, big guy," Brad said.  "What a nice way to start 2012!"

"Mmm, you can sure say that again!" Jack replied.

"Right now I have GOT to go pee," Brad said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I think I'll join you," Jack said with a
laugh.

They both padded naked to the bathroom, and peed together into the toilet.
There was a time not all that long before that Brad could not have imagined
standing right next to another guy and peeing together, but now with Jack
it didn't bother him at all.  They both shook off their equipment and went
over to the double sinks of the vanity, where they washed their hands and
faces, and brushed their teeth.

"I love you so much, Bradley," Jack said, taking Brad in his arms there in
the bathroom when they had finished.  "Thank you again for agreeing to a
Commitment Ceremony, it means the world to me."

They kissed, and Brad replied, "I love you too, Jack.  With all my heart.
I would marry you legally if we could, you know that."

"Someday," Jack replied, a twinkle in his eyes.  "And you know we can do
whatever you would like for the Commitment Ceremony."

"I've got to start thinking about that," Brad said with a grin.  "In the
meantime, how are we going to spend our New Years Day today?"

"How about NAKED!" Jack said with an evil grin, slapping Brad's bare ass
playfully.  Brad laughed, smiling broadly at this suggestion.  They both
honestly did love the freedom of being totally naked in private whenever
possible.  And what better way to spend their first day as a happily
engaged couple than to declare it "Naked Day."

"Well, we'll have to crank the heat up a little but I'm all for that," Brad
said laughing.  "In the meantime, why don't we head back to bed," he added.

Brad followed Jack out into the hall, where Jack turned the heat up until
it kicked on.  "But, I'm not sleepy anymore," Jack said in a play-innocent
voice.

"Who said ANYTHING about sleeping?" Brad exclaimed, and it was his turn to
slap Jack's ass playfully.  They both laughed, and went back down the hall,
climbing back under the covers together and rolling into each other's arms.

"What exactly did you have in mind, baby?" Jack said, still grinning as
they held each other, their warm bodies and furry chests pressing together.

"Hehe, plenty," Brad giggled, "But, actually, right now just laying here
this close to you and talking is great."

They shared a quick, tender little kiss.  "So, tell me the truth, are you
sure you want to more or less marry me, Jack," Brad asked.

"Well, of course I am!" Jack exclaimed.

"Well, I know.  I guess what I mean is, are you happy with how our
relationship is?  The sexual part of it, in particular," Brad asked.

"Are you kiddin' me," Jack asked, squeezing Brad closer, "You're fuckin'
great in bed, baby!"

"Well, so are you," Brad said, feeling Jack's dick start to harden a little
against his own, which was doing the same.  "Amazing.  But, what I mean is,
you remember the talk we had months ago, about being monogamous?  I know a
lot of guys - even our friends - think it is anywhere from cute to
unbelievable to just plain crazy that we don't fuck around with anyone else
but each other."

"Well, how do you feel about that?" Jack asked, pulling back slightly and
looking Brad in the eye.

"Jack, I am completely fine with it.  I prefer it.  I wouldn't want to
actually do anything with another guy, and I wouldn't want to see you doing
that either," Brad said honestly.

"You said actually," Jack said, grinning now.

"Huh?" Brad asked.

"Well, does that mean you've thought about it - us doing it together with
other guys I mean?" Jack asked, still smiling.

"Well, we're always honest with each other, so yeah, I've thought about
it," Brad said.  He noticed that both of their cocks had just gotten a
little harder.

"I have too," Jack said honestly.  "Mainly when Just' starts talking about
all the fucking around that him and Eric do with Bubba and James."

"Do you feel like you're missing out on something?" Brad asked.  He loved
being able to lay there naked in their bed together in each other's arms
and talk so openly and honestly about anything, and so did Jack.

"Honestly, no," Jack replied.  "I mean, it makes me horny to hear about
their sexcapdes, sure.  But, it is just like that time Adam and Jonathan up
in Rosemont tried to get us to join them - I just wouldn't want us to
really go there, either."

"Me neither, big guy," Brad replied.  "I agree, it is hot to think about
what all they get into together - heck we're both getting hard right now
thinking about it."  They both chuckled, then Brad continued, "But, to me
though, imagining what they all get into together is sorta like watching a
porn.  It's fun and hot, but its not something I would want us to join in
on."

"Exactly," Jack agreed.  "You want to know what makes me the very horniest,
baby?"  He punctuated this by grinding his now nearly rock hard beercan cop
cock into Brad's own.

"Always," Brad said with a sly grin.

"Well, I love the fact that nobody gets that cock of mine that is grinding
into yours right now but you, and nobody gets that nice fat one of yours
but me.  Call me selfish, but the idea that nobody gets to do this - to be
together like this - with either of us - EVER - except for us - man, that
is what drives me crazier than anything when I'm horny!"  Jack grinned, his
deep blue eyes peering into Brad's as he said this.  They kissed gently
again.

"Well, I feel exactly like that too, Jack," Brad said honestly.  "I mean, I
never thought I'd find a guy like you.  I used to lay awake at night and
have to jack off, thinking about finding a big strong beefy cop to fuck my
brains out."  Jack laughed, then Brad continued, "But to find that, and to
fall in love with him and have him love me back, and have it be so much
more than just about the sex, well it's incredible."

"It is to me too, baby," Jack said.

"Well, the thing is, I agree that a big part of what makes the sexual part
of our relationship so great is just what you said.  It drives me crazy
knowing that all this" - he squeezed Jack tighter where his arms were
wrapped around him, and also wrapped his legs around Jack's as he said
it. - "Nobody gets but me.  We make love only with each other.  Some might
find that boring, but like you said it is actually exactly what always
makes me the horniest.  Getting with a guy like you would be hot enough,
but getting with a guy like you who loves me - and knowing that nobody but
me gets to, and that you like it that way - well, that is just SO fuckin'
hot!  And, they also forget that we're also very hot, dirty, passionate,
fuckers - cum shooting, raw, bareback fucking studs even - but only with
each other!"  Brad grinned.

They kissed again.  "Well, sounds like we agree about all that.  And
talking about it has sure made me horny as hell," Jack said with a chuckle.
"I'm glad we only want to share that with each other, Bradley.  But I have
to ask, is there anything you want to do, anything we should try with each
other in that department that we haven't yet?"

"Well, it has always been incredible when we make love, Jack.  But you know
I'm open to trying new stuff.  I can tell you are too.  Let's just think on
that, and see what we come up with - pun intended," Brad finished with a
laugh.

"Well, I do like it when we watch porn together, that is always fun," Jack
said.

"Well, no time like the present, do you want to do that now, baby?" Brad
asked.

"Yeah, and actually where I was going with that - well, there's one we
watched the other day when you blew me" - Jack smiled broadly and paused
for a moment remembering the awesome ball-draining his baby had given him -
"Well, I got an idea from that one."

Brad remembered having been in his den in the spare bedroom, naked and
watching some porn on his laptop and jacking off one evening the previous
week.  Jack had come in and caught him, having gotten off work a little
earlier than normal.  Brad was a little afraid Jack would be pissed, even
though they had long ago admitted they both still loved jacking off alone
in addition to their wonderful regular lovemaking sessions.

Neither of them had a problem with the other checking out porn.  After all,
they also loved watching it out together.  It was like they had just been
discussing that New Year's Morning - they both loved the total sexual
monogamy of their relationship and in fact found that to be a very major
turn on.  However, they also both agreed that fantasies, dirty thoughts,
porn, and solo jacking off were all fun, normal, and healthy, even in
committed, monogamous relationships.

"Couldn't wait for me to get home?" Jack had said with a grin and big
chuckle when he had walked into the den that evening.

"Oh, shit," Brad had said with a start, "Hi baby, umm, sorry?"

"Oh hell, don't be sorry!" Jack had boomed, still chuckling.  "I'm sure
not.  Coming home to a red hot cub stroking his fat fuckin' cock while
watching a hot porn - I LIKE IT!"

Brad laughed, "Well, I'm glad.  And, I gotta admit, this is some pretty hot
shit I found online."

"Mmm, looks like it," Jack said, glancing at the laptop screen again.  "I
could pull up a chair and join you, you know."  Jack rubbed the big bulge
in his pants.  On the screen, a hot, furry bear guy had another sexy man
all laid back in a sling outdoors, fucking his ass intensely as he moaned
in pleasure.

"Or you could punish me for being naughty and starting without you,
Officer," Brad had said seductively.  This had led to Brad giving Jack a
wonderful blowjob, and swallowing a big tasty load of that delicious cop
cream.

Now, back in their bed several days later on New Year's Morning, Brad was
trying to remember what had been going on in the porn clip he'd been
watching when Jack had caught him jacking off that day.  "Sorry babe, all I
remember clearly from that evening is what a big tasty fuckin' load you fed
me," Brad said with a grin.

"Mmm, there's always more where that came from, just for you," Jack replied
with a grin.  They had rolled around now, and Jack was lying on top of
Brad, who still had his arms and legs wrapped tightly around his big stud.

"Mmm, sounds good," Brad replied.  "But, about the porn you liked - what
was going on in it that you liked so much?"

"Wanna go grab your laptop and we'll look in your history and find it, so
you can see," Jack suggested.

Brad disentangled himself from Jack and got out from under the covers, and
walked naked over to the den and retrieved his laptop.  He then got back
into bed with Jack, who was now on top of the covers and sitting up,
propped up on pillows, but still very naked and semi hard.

"Mmm, nice view, baby!" Brad grinned as he walked back in, his own thick,
semi-hard member bouncing as he walked.

"Well, thought it was getting plenty warm enough in here to get out from
under the covers," Jack said, smiling back.

Brad climbed into bed and position himself the same way Jack was sitting.
He was right next to Jack, their naked thighs and legs pressed together.
Brad balanced the laptop atop both of their touching bare thighs.  Jack
started clicking away, and went into the Firefox history for the day he had
caught Brad jacking off.  He went down the list of Xtube clips, clicking
into a couple briefly before finding the one he was looking for.

"Here we go," Jack said, "Watch this baby."

As the video started to play, Brad and Jack each reached over and started
jacking the other's cock, making the laptop sway a bit where it was sitting
perched between them.  The video of the hot bear man fucking his friend
outside in the woods in a sling was playing.

"So, do you think you would like to try one of those?"  Jack asked,
grinning at Brad as they continued slowly stroking each other and watching
the video clip.

"So you want to pound my ass in a sling?"  Brad asked with a grin, really
liking that idea.

"Well, yeah, of course I would, but actually I was thinking"... Jack said,
trailing off with a sly smile.

"Ohhh," Brad said, and grasped Jack's thick cock a little tighter in his
left fist.  "So you want me to fuck that nice bubble butt ass of yours in
the sling, huh, big guy?"

"I think that would be so fucking hot, to let you take total control of me
like that," Jack answered simply.

"Mmm, big guy!" Brad purred.  "As much as I love you pounding me and
especially when you play 'bad cop' and control me, I do love the idea of me
dominating that big great ass of yours like that - provided I'd get my turn
in the sling, too!"

"You know it!" Jack exclaimed, as they grinned at one another.  "We'll have
to look into getting one of those.  Would be so great - we could even take
it out in the the backyard next summer!"

"Mmm, that is a hot thought!" Brad agreed.  The video ended and Brad sat
the laptop aside over on the bedside table.  "So, it's a quarter to ten,
are you getting hungry?" Brad asked, even as they continued to stroke each
other.

"Well, actually I am, now that you mention it," Jack said.  "After all, we
do have all day for this."

"How about you giving me a protein shake for an appetizer first, then I'll
fix us some breakfast?" Brad asked sexily.

"Mmm, how about we give each other a protein shake?" Jack retorted cockily.

Soon the lovers were in a hot 69 there on their bed.  Fuck, but Jack's
meaty cock tasted great to Brad.  It was already oozing that sweet precum.
Jack was on top of Brad, fucking his mouth as he bobbed up and down working
Brad's thick dick expertly as he did so.  This went on for a few more
minutes, until finally Jack could feel Brad moaning on his cock as he
continued sliding it down into Brad's hot mouth again and again.  Suddenly
Brad started unleashing a torrent of hot salty-sweet jizz up into Jack's
hungry mouth.  Jack took every drop.

As Brad's cock slipped from his mouth and he swallowed the load his baby
had just fed him, Jack started to moan as his own orgasm hit.  He was
bucking his hips now above Brad's head.  "Oh, FUCK!  Here it comes,
Bradley!!" He yelled with a gasp of pleasure.  He started unleashing his
spunk down into Brad's hot mouth then.  It tasted sweet, creamy and great
as always.  As Jack rolled off him onto his side, still panting from the
great orgasm Brad had just given him, they kissed, each tasting the
lingering flavor of their own cum in the other's mouth.

"Good to the last drop," Brad quipped.  "How about you just kick on back
there again and I'll whip us up some breakfast in bed?"

"You're going to spoil me," Jack said with a smile, as he pulled just the
sheet back up over himself.

"You know it," Brad said with a grin.

A half hour later, their breakfast trays were on the bedside table, after
the guys had enjoyed the quick country breakfast of sausage, eggs, and
toast that Brad had whipped up.  Brad had taken the sweat shorts and
t-shirt he had worn to cook in right back off and climbed back into bed
with Jack for breakfast.  They had eaten sitting up in their bed, the sheet
around their waists.  They kissed gently again after Jack had set the trays
aside.  The kiss tasted like the orange juice they had both just drunk.

"So when did you say Miz Vivian wants us all to meet with the construction
team about the water bottling plant?" Brad asked.

"I believe last night she said they would be in town Friday.  I'm sure the
Chief will let me take a long lunch to go to the meeting," Jack replied.
"I'm excited about getting things underway on that, although I don't know
how much they can really get started this winter."

"I think it'll be a good thing, as long as we make sure they don't mess up
the mountain," Brad replied.

"You know, I can't believe we're still here in bed this late in the
morning," Jack said, chuckling and putting an arm around Brad to pull him
closer to him.  It felt so good to just to lie there naked together and
cuddle and talk.  Simple things like this reminded each of them that they
had truly found their soulmate in the other.

"We haven't spoiled each other like this here at home in a long time, big
guy.  Feels good, doesn't it?"  Brad asked.

"Damn good," Jack agreed.

"Just hold me for awhile, baby," Brad asked, laying his head over onto
Jack's big warm, broad, furry chest.  Jack wrapped his arm around Brad then
and they lay there just enjoying each other and the moment and thinking how
happy they were to be engaged.  The morning sun slanted through the
curtains to touch their skin, and actually felt warm as it filtered through
the glass, in spite of the chill January late morning outside.

----

Meanwhile, late on that New Year's Morning, Brent Spokes was sitting in his
room at the historic old Pleasant View Tavern Hotel, sipping coffee.  He
gazed out the window at the beautiful old wooded campus of Pleasant View
College.  It had been twenty-five years before that he had been in his
senior year there, he remembered.  He had gotten a full ride to attend
Pleasant View as part of their program for underprivileged international
students.

Underprivileged, he thought wryly.  They hadn't known the half of it.
True, his drunken father had never been able to provide much of an income
for Brent and his mother.  But the fact that he had somewhere gotten the
idea that Brent's arse was his, free for the fucking anytime he came home
drunk and the old lady wouldn't put out - that was what Brent had been all
too glad to finally escape from all those years ago.  The old bastard had
died while Brent was attending Pleasant View.  Good riddance.  Brent was
convinced this was what had made him the way he was - attracted to other
men - something he hated and reviled.  In his twisted mind, it somehow
justified what he had come to enjoy doing to other men, though.

After Pleasant View, it had been on to Wall Street, and finally back home.
He had clawed his way up to finally become one of the youngest CEOs in
Australian corporate history.  Then, three years before it had all come
crashing down.  The press here in the states had called it "The Aussie
Enron."  He had lain low, first in Indonesia, and eventually on the edge of
the Outback, for nearly a year, eluding arrest.  A change of identity, a
drastic loss of weight, a new hairstyle, a beard - and he was even able to
make his way slowly back to Sydney, and was never even recognized or
caught.

Of course, Stokes knew that even the lengthy prison term they probably
would have dealt him for embezzlement and causing the crash of the
corporation would pale in comparison for what he would get if he were
caught now.  The last two years in Sydney, he had found that he liked to
take what he wanted from men, just as his father had once done to him.
That was how he had justified it in his sick mind.  Oh, he thought, a
couple of those blokes - they would never press charges - he was sure that
they had actually loved it and wanted it.  But, those others...let's see,
what twelve or thirteen in all...they wanted to be thought of as "victims"
now.  So what, he thought, if he had gotten them drunk or slipped something
in their drink? - Or just got them alone and then held them down and fucked
them like the stupid queer bitches he considered them to be.

All this was running through the embezzler and rapist's mind as he sat
there in the quaint old Pleasant View Tavern Inn that New Year's morning.
Well, that and how not to get caught.  That fucking Chief Inspector
Channing.  Oh, the irony!  He was a fucking cocksucker himself, Stokes
thought.  How is he any better than me?  But, no, Stokes wanted to be the
hero.  So he had lost a considerable chunk of money in the fall of the
corporation, into which he had stupidly invested a good deal of money.

The fucker was still well off, Stokes thought, and not far from retirement
with a pension.  But, ah, it wasn't about the money.  It was about the
stupid twist of fate that had led Stokes to choose a particular arse as his
last one to plow in Sydney.  That hot little piece had turned out to be
Stokes' own younger cousin, Drew.  The little bitch had cried rape, Stokes
thought, just because Stokes had gotten him drunk and took him home and
given him the fucking he deserved.  Oh sure, he had screamed and pleaded -
and given me this fucking scar on my cheek in the process, Stokes thought -
but he had actually wanted it. Stokes was sure of it.

Of course Brent Stokes was registered there as Milton Howard, the third
alias and passport he has used since becoming Australia's most wanted
fugitive.  Gone was the beard.  The scar - that was kept well concealed
with stage makeup.  He had purposely started gaining back the weight he had
lost before, and was now well on the way to becoming a fat slob again, but
what the fuck.  Last, but in no way least, not only was the beard gone now,
but so was all of his hair - shaved slick, and kept that way.

That should make that fucker Channing's job a bit harder, Stokes thought.
He had no idea how Channing had even traced him to the train to Montreal.
But, it was clear that he had lost him there.  And, it was obvious that the
authorities were still looking for his second aliast - Randy Likens, the
man with a beard and a scar - and not Milton Howard, as he looked now.
Stokes smiled to himself about how smart he thought he was, as the sun
slanted in through the windowpane, feeling warm on his bald head.

----

In a New York City hotel room, Chief Inspector Dan Channing sat at his
laptop, pouring over the information he had gathered on Stokes and his
habits and history.  Where would he go in the states?  It was clear that
the roundabout trip to Montreal had just been a diversion.  And, Channing
just had a gut instinct that Stokes was back in the states now, not in
Canada or elsewhere.  But, where would he go in the states?  And, Channing
figured, the fucking chameleon has probably totally reinvented himself yet
again - name, appearance, and all.

Channing shut off the laptop and stretched back on the hotel bed.  He was
wearing only boxers - the morning had slipped by quickly as he had gotten
engrossed in researching the case yet again upon awakening earlier.  Now he
realized that he was hungry - but also very fucking horny.  He had
neglected his cock and his still very healthy libido for too long.  He slid
the boxers down and off.

Channing ran a big hand over his hardening uncut cock and his big balls.
Soon he was stroking his cock with one hand, and touching his nipples and
fingering the ring in the left one with the other.  He sighed.  His cock
was like steel now, engorged to its full six inch uncut glory.  A thin line
of precum oozed, and he used it as lube.  He stroked faster now, thinking
of old lovers.  Soon he was moaning, as his balls started to churn.  A big
creamy white load shot out to coat the salt-and-pepper fur of Channing's
chest and belly.  He headed to the bathroom for a shower, feeling
rejuvenated by his wank.

----

Back at Brad and Jack's they had finally gotten out of bed, and were now
enjoying a good fuck in the Jacuzzi, with Jack riding Brad's thick cock as
they both moaned and the hot water swirled all around them.  Brad thrust
his hips beneath the water, rising up to meet and pound Jack's ass over and
over as Jack rode.

"Mmm, Bradley! AH-UH!! Oh, fuck that feels so - UH! Fuckin' great, baby!"
Jack groaned.

"Oh, Jack!!! FUCK I'M GONNA CUM!" Brad yelled.  He shot a huge load up into
Jack's clenching hole.  They relaxed awhile there in the Jacuzzi
afterwards, with Jack sitting up spooned back against Brad's chest, Brad's
arms around him.  They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the wonderful
swirling hot water and the afterglow of their lovemaking.  Eventually, they
got out, dried off, and headed back to the bedroom.

"What now, babe?" Jack asked softly.

"Up to you," Brad said with a smile.

"I just want to make love with you, Bradley.  All day.  You made me the
happiest man alive all over again when we got engaged last night.  Now I
just want to love on you," Jack said tenderly.

They got back in under the covers, and just held each other close for a
while, kissing softly and gently, both still soft for the time being, in
the still-lingering afterglow of their Jacuzzi session.

Down by the lake, Justin was fucking Eric at that moment.  His lean chest
touched Eric's back, and Eric felt that it was wet with sweat.  They were
making love on the floor in front of their fireplace.  Eric moaned softly
as again Justin thrust down into his tight hole.  He could see outside over
the lake that snow flurries had begun to fall.

"Harder babe!" Eric encouraged.

"Want to ride me?" Justin panted.

"YES!" Eric replied.  Soon the bookish cub was astride his lean, muscular
cop stud, riding that hot seven-incher for all it was worth.

"Oh, GOD!" Eric groaned.  "YES, Just'! OH, baby!"

"Mmm!" FUCK!" Justin growled deeply, feeling Eric's ass clench on him now,
his knob hitting Eric's love button and causing Eric to moan louder as he
rode him.

"Finish it baby! Fuckin' cum in me!" Eric cried hotly, rolling back onto
his back and raising his legs.

Justin soon obliged, holding his man's ankles and pounding him deep and
hard.

"Oh, FUCK!! FUCK!!!" Justin growled deeply again, and moaned. "Oh! OH!!!
Fuck, I'm cumming, Eric! UH! I love you baby! UH!!"

With that, his seven-inch cock unloaded into Eric's quivering ass.  "Oh,
GOD!!" Eric moaned, as his own fat six and a half incher unloaded all over
his furry belly.  Justin collapsed on top of him, and for a few minutes
they just lay there breathing hard in front of the fireplace, watching the
snow swirl down into Pleasant View Lake.

Brad and Jack eventually moved to the couch, but stayed naked.  They put on
one of their favorite old movies and cuddled up close beneath a fleece
throw.  When it was over, and Cary Grant had once again gotten the girl,
they kissed again.  Brad reached and pulled back the curtain, and mentioned
that it looked like it was snowing pretty hard now.  It was 2:30 in the
afternoon.  Jack reached over beneath the covers and began to stroke Brad's
dick.  He wet his index finger, then put his hand back beneath the throw
and reached down to tease Brad's hole.

"Mmm, big guy, you tryin' to tell me something?" Brad asked with a grin.

Jack kissed him, which turned into a deep kiss, their tongues dancing
hotly, before he answered.  "Only that I think it is about time I paid you
back for that good ass fucking you gave me in the Jacuzzi awhile ago."

"Go to it, Officer," Brad said.

"Not yet.  Want to do something crazy?" Jack asked, throwing off the throw
and exposing his gorgeous rock-hard cop cock, which was sticking straight
up.  Brad ran his hands all over Jack's belly and broad furry chest.  Fuck
he loved touching this big stud!

"What did you have in mind?" Brad asked playfully.

"You ever been fucked in the snow?" Jack asked.

"Nope, but there's a first time for everything," Brad said, accepting the
challenge, his cock throbbing at the excitement that Jack's spontaneous
sex-play ideas always caused.  They practically raced each other to the
sliding glass doors.

The snow was pouring now, and the grass was starting to get white.  Jack
tackled Brad playfully, and down they went, kissing hard.  The snow on the
ground and swirling all around them was incredibly cold, but neither of
them cared.  They both knew this would be fast, rough, and great, anyway.
And it was.

Jack quickly spit-lubed his rod, and slid balls deep into Brad's waiting
hole, Brad's legs on his shoulders.

"UH!  Oh, GOD!" Jack groaned, already fucking Brad hard.

"Yeah, fuckin' pound my ass," Brad cried out as the snow swirled all around
them.  "Just let go and give it to me hard - UH!! - right here in the snow,
darlin'!"

It was over in only a couple of more minutes.  Brad and Jack were both
shaking from the cold, but even moreso from their impending climaxes.  "Oh
FUCK!!! Gonna - AH-UH! - FILL THAT FUCKIN' ASS UP - UH! - BRADLEY!!" Jack
grunted.

"Do it stud, fuckin' - AH-UH! - cum in me!" Brad hollered.

Brad blew a huge load all over himself as Jack filled him full of spunk.
They jumped up and ran for the house, slamming the sliding doors behind
them.  They were both still panting from their orgasms, and laughing.

"That was so fuckin' crazy, and fun, and HOT!" Brad laughed.

"Yes it was!" Jack agreed.  "You have snow and cum all over you," He added
with a laugh.  Jack ran his fingers down Brad's furry chest, getting a big
glob of the melting snow and the cum and licking it off.  "Mmm, snow
cream!" He said playfully.

"Wonder if Bubba Jones has that flavor on his ice cream truck?" Brad
quipped.

"Wouldn't put it past the horny fucker," Jack said, laughing.

They headed to the bathroom to clean up, and ended up taking a good hot
shower together.  After, as they stood naked in the bathroom after
finishing drying off, Brad said, "Think we'll be sick after that?"  He
chuckled.

"Nah," Jack said, "We got each other too hot for the cold to bother us.
Fuck, that was intense, wasn't it!"

"Yeah, crazy good," Brad agreed.  "I love your dirty, fuckin' horny little
spontaneous ideas like that baby!"

They kissed, and for a moment Brad was wondering if they were going to go
for yet another round, but just then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, who the hell is that," Jack said in irritation.

"Ignore it," Brad suggested.  They kissed more.  The doorbell kept ringing,
and a pounding came on the door as well.

"Oh, fuck it might as well see who it is," Jack said.  He grabbed up his
towel and wrapped it around his waist, and padded otherwise naked to the
front door.  He threw it open.

Barney Finkster's jaw literally dropped as he stood there on the front
stoop in the pouring snow.  "Ohmigawd!" He exclaimed, unabashedly running
his eyes all over Jack's furry bare chest and belly, down over the towel to
his feet, and back again.  "Sweet Jesus, and here I thought Christmas was a
week ago!" Barney rasped.

"What DO you want, Barney?" Jack rumbled in irritation.  He was secretly a
little amused at the old queen's reaction to his unplanned little show,
though.  You had to admit it was hilarious.

"OH, I'm sorry to bother you when you were - umm, showering.  It's just
that your Mother is one the phone over at the house.  She called on the
landline or else I'd of just brought the cell to you.  She said she had
been calling both you and Brad all day and not getting any answer," Barney
finished.

"That's because our cells are OFF, Barney," Jack said.  "Just tell Momma
I'll call her back later."

Brad stepped around the corner of the hallway into the living room, also
wearing just a towel.

"Oh, Mary, Joseph, Elton, and Aretha!" Barney rasped.  "Y'all boys are
gonna give an old man a heart attack!"

Brad laughed, and this time so did Jack.  "Well, Barney, we ain't tryin' to
put on a show for you, we just got out of the shower," Brad explained.
"No, don't run out, Alejandro," Brad scolded gently, to the dog who
appeared to be thinking about making a break for it out the door past
Barney.  Alejandro obediently jumped up on the couch instead.

"Y'all just got out of the shower - together?" Barney asked.  "Oh, Gawd,
well of course together, you just got engaged and all, and Lord knows I
don't blame you - either of you, and..."

"Barney, thank you, and just tell Momma I'll call her back later!" Jack
said again, and started to close the door.

"Well, Jack, I think when you hear what she wants you'll want to talk to
her.  Shall I go tell her you'll call her right back?"

"What is going on?" Jack asked, then sounding concerned.

"Well, it's about your Daddy," Barney explained.

"My - what?" Jack asked in confusion.

"Your Daddy.  Billy Jack Albertson," Barney explained with a dramatic fling
of his wrist.  Seems he's just finally gotten back in touch with Alice
after all these years, Jack, and he wants to get in touch with you, too."

TO BE CONTINUED...

****SPECIAL NOTE: Thanks to a British fan who knows who he is for
suggesting that Billy Jack Albertson make himself known to all of us.  Stay
tuned for more... - "Brad"

*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!