Date: Mon, 06 May 2002 13:50:21 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-13

Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale
is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people,
places or events, it is purely coincidental.  If you are under 18 or if
reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't
like the subject matter, please leave now.  This is a fantasy story in a
time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen. Take
care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.

Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon.  All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without
written permission of the author.  If you are enjoying this story, write to
Paul at authorpaul@mail.com or authorpaul@hotmail.com.


                    The Story Up 'Til Now ........

     Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian
Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel
to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school
friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike.  Brian saves himself, but the
friend kills himself later in remorse. Police Lieutenant Nils Berger
investigates a possible bomb at Mike's place.  Brian's family retainer,
Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them
and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's
reelection, that their relationship may be revealed.  When Brian's father
died recently, Brian found out that Adam is his step-brother.  Nils two
sergeants, Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni,
Rocco's brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the
story.  Mike was in Brian's little car when Rocco, who hates gays
viciously, and thinking Brian was driving, sideswiped the car, wrecking it.
Mike is unconscious, not hurt too badly, and Brian was at his hospital
bedside.
     Nils and Adam begin to realize that they love each other after a
fierce love scene between them. While Mike was in the hospital, Brian stays
by his side and meets Sean Pratt, Mike's nurse, who entices a very
depressed Brian into sex with him.  Nils is very sure that his sergeant,
Rocco, ran Mike off the road and that he has been abusing his brother,
Joey.  Nils witnesses some of that abuse, accuses Rocco who knocks him out
and escapes in Nils' cruiser.  Nils takes Joey and Ben, the new couple, out
to Mike's cabin to protect them from Rocco who has vanished.
     Mike awakens and soon is back to work.  He meets Ben and Joey who are
staying with him, Adam and Brian for safety.  Adam daydreams of the
previous night with those two young men. Mike is accused by his Party
County Chairman, because of rumors he'd heard somewhere, of Mike being a
homosexual.
     Brian and Mike make up while Adam and Nils try 'docking'. Roy MacLean
had come from Washington to help them with financial and legal matters, and
he's staying with Sean in his fancy apartment.  Rocco, Joey and Ben also
make up, but Rocco hits the drug house and is severely wounded, later dying
in Joey's arms.  The threat against Mike's reelection grows.





(From the previous chapter ...... )

Not ten minutes later, Mike's cell phone warbled again.  Brian wasn't home
yet.
     "Hello, Mr Keith"
     This voice was a much more mature one that the previous call.
     "Yes."
     "This gotta be quick.  You don't know me, but I've been hired to get
evidence about you doin' queer stuff, you and some other guy.  And the man
who wants this is pushin' me real hard.  I think it stinks and I'm holding
back, but if he gets to me I'm gonna have ta get somethin'."
     "Can you give me a number? A name, anything?  This is the second call
about the same thing, but the other caller was a young boy.  You have any
ideas?"
     Jake thought, then said, "Yes, I do. I know this man a bit, don't know
his name.  But I do know he goes for chicken.  Do you know what I'm talkin'
about?"
     The meaning finally sunk into Mike's brain, "Ah, yes, I think my first
caller was one of those. Sounded really young.  Said he was 13 but I
wouldn't be too sure about that."
     "You're right, he goes for the youngest chickens, son of a bitch. I'd
like to cut his cock off."
     "Can you give me anything?  Name, car, business?  No clues from his
phone calls?"
     "Nothing, but I'll keep tryin'"
     "Well, could I meet with you?"
     "Hell, no, I'm under ......  Oops, sorry.  I'll be back, Mr
Keith. Watch yourself."
     "Thanks."



                    CHAPTER THIRTEEN


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     I would like to belatedly thank my two best friends, a one-time
saxophonist and a one- time drummer, for all their help and encouragement
with my story from the very beginning.  The story is immeasurably better
because of them. With thanks and love, my dear friends.  If only our
situations in life could have followed closer paths.  Paul, a one-time
trombonist.

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     The night after Adam had left for Washington, probably to be gone
about a week, Nils was out with his sergeants, Jenny Svenson, and Rocco's
replacement, Dave Kiikka, searching for some drug pushers who might know of
'The Boss'.  Searching through the usual spots was very frustrating, they
found no one on the streets since Rocco's rampage killing four of the
middle level of drug dealers had scared all the little pushers.  The
druggies would be out again soon, looking for supplies and it won't take
long for 'The Boss' to satisfy them.
     Mike had told Nils about the two calls he'd had, one from a 'chicken',
and one from a guy who sounded like a part of the drug scene.  Those calls
had not lead to further discoveries, but they both had hopes.  Nils told
Mike not to get in touch with either of them, just call him if they called
again.  Of course Nils was sure that Mike would not do what he said.
     Nils had never worked vice so he wasn't familiar with kids selling
their asses, especially boys.  Even though he'd been set on fire by Adam,
he couldn't imagine wanting to have sex with a minor boy, though he
admitted to himself he'd seen some very beautiful boys around town.  They
didn't affect his sex drive..
     Finally, Nils decided to give up for the night and told Jenny and Dave
to go home, he'd see them in the morning.  The two sergeants called for a
patrol car so Nils could have the unmarked car, a dirty brown Chevy Impala,
dirty inside too.  While he was still in Winterston, Nils passed a decent
looking bar, checked out the cars in the parking lot, then circled the
block to find a parking spot.  He saw nothing that might threaten his
position, or expose him to danger.  He'd had enough undesirables for the
day, just wanted a solitary drink or two to relax in a quiet place with
cooled air inside.  He wasn't in uniform but he'd been told so often that
'policeman' stood out as if written across his forehead.  Normally, that
didn't bother him, in fact it pleased him, but not tonight.
     Inside he found a very comfortable suburban bar, catering to white
collar, the clerical ones and the business ones.  Booths mostly made up the
seating capacity of maybe 100, maybe less, since there were no tables
except in one small section by the curved bar which had only a few stools.
Lots of real live plants also inhabited the room, along with real wood
beams, wainscotting and tartan wallpaper.
     Walking to the far end of the room, Nils spotted Jack Frost from the
airline counter with whom he talked about passengers leaving the city when
he was still looking for Rocco.  'Poor Rocco' went through his mind, just a
quick thought.  Jack was sitting in a booth back there with another man, a
little older than Jack, well set up Nils could tell even with him sitting
down.  'Well,' Nils considered, 'guess I might appreciate some normal
conversation tonight'.
     Reaching the booth, Nils started, "Hi, Jack, Just saw you, at the
airport last week?"
     Jack looked up, smiled broadly, "Hi Nils, sure I remember."  Jack had
caught Nils purpose in using his first name only, 'don't tell your friend
I'm a cop'. "I'd like to introduce my partner, Jake Bailey, he's into cars
mainly, loves to drive. I guess that is his thing."
     Jake moved out of the booth and stood up, putting out his rough hand
for Nils to shake.  He had very dark straight hair, slightly gelled, small
ponytail, good-looking chiseled face with a day-old or maybe two-day old
beard, one ring in the left ear and what looked to be a solid body, slim
but filling out the levis and black tee-shirt in all the right places.
     "Hi, Jake, I'm happy to meet you, any partner of Jack's is a friend of
mine." He laughed, "Actually I've never met a partner of Jack's until now."
     "I'm glad of that, Nils, and glad to meet you.  Jack didn't mention
your work."
     Nils had expected that, "Jake I work for the city, River City,
government stuff. Very dull."
     Jake moved back into the booth, sliding into the curve allowing Nils
to sit beside him, across from Jack.  Almost immediately Jack spoke, "I'm
sorry, Nils, but I'm on night shift in ten minutes so I've got to move.
See you again, I hope, and Jake I'll see you back home in the morning."
     Jake leaned over to quickly kiss Jack, hold his hand and then, "See
you, man. Be good."  And he laughed, "You always are, aren't you, love."
He smiled at his partner who spun around and left the bar.
     "Sorry about this, Nils, but why don't we sit and talk a while, if you
don't have to speed off like Jack."
     Nils had already decided he liked Jake very much and wanted to spend
and hour or so at least with him.  So, they had a few drinks, talking all
the while about many subjects, none of which concerned their jobs or the
law or crime and punishment.  Jake really surprised Nils when he allow his
right knee drift to the right to touch Nils' knee for a while, putting more
pressure on it than just a brief contact.  Before they left the bar, their
thighs were in full contact with the other's, shoulders also suggesting
their mutual interest.  Nils knew he had a huge erection, and suspected
that Jake did too.  But, he didn't want to go feeling around to find out.
     Adam had only been gone twenty-four hours and Nils was desperate for
his lover.
     Nils asked Jake for his phone number and gave him his own.  He got
Jake's cell phone number since he moved around a lot, no set schedule.
     "I'd like you to come to my house," Nils told him, looking into his
eyes, "I'd like you to come soon, Ok? I have to admit that I may have a
partner, too, so this isn't anything permanent."
     Jake smiled, "I'd like that too, man, a lot. What's the address?"
     They gave each other a very personal handshake, holding much longer
than normal, smiling with their mouths and with their eyes, their hunger
showing in their faces and bodies.  Neither man, now with only sex on his
mind, was sure where there paths would cross again.



     Roy located an office in a bank building- plenty of internet access
with many net protections, firewall, anti-virus stuff.  He must keep
Brian's and Adam's financial records as private as he can. The courts
haven't decided when Brian gets his inheritance.  All his transactions will
be as nameless as possible.
     Roy is living with Sean temporarily, and spends his nights with Sean
when he is off duty.  Sean has been working 12 on and 12 off for three
days, then three days off.  Since Roy works his own hours, they normally
will be able to be together often, but not for the present time.
     At 9 AM exactly the day after Nils met Jake, Roy's secretary received
a messenger at the office, wheeling a cart from Executive Caterers in the
next building, full of an extensive buffet of breakfast and brunch food.
They were both mystified when she rolled the cart into Roy's office.
     Roy was stunned but had no idea who could have sent the firm's whole
menu for their brunch He and Sheila sat at the table enjoying the
delightful fare but were filled long before the provisions were exhausted.
Roy told Sheila to call Executive Catering to have them retrieve the cart.
     Back to work he thought, immersing himself in the financial
eccentricities of the torturous and devious accountings necessary for such
large holdings that belonged to Brian and to Adam.  Roy had also assumed
control of Mike's much smaller fortune as a more personal help for him
rather than the disinterested bank trustees assigned.
     Exactly at 10 AM another messenger reached Roy's office, handing to
Sheila a huge bouquet of flowers, mostly red and white roses and greenery,
which she delivered to Roy's amazement to place on his window credenza
behind his desk, where they glowed in the clear northern light in full
glory that morning.  Again, Roy was too mystified to place the blame or the
appreciation for this gifts which had appeared so suddenly.  His first
thought was Sean, but they hadn't made any commitments to each other, so he
tried to think of others.  Roy really didn't know many people in River
City, just Mike's 'family' such as it was.
     Once more, exactly at 11 AM, a messenger struggled to deliver a large
iced container with a large bottle of Dom Perignon champagne embedded in
the cooler.  Sheila had him take it into Roy's office, placed next to the
flowers on the credenza.  Roy and Sheila give each other looks of
undisguised puzzlement.  Roy shrugs his shoulders and heads right back to
work.  Sheila would be leaving soon since she only worked mornings, not
enough work for a full time job.  Because she is very well paid, she is
happy to work for Roy just half time.
     At 12 noon Roy is alerted by a pounding on the main office door and a
voice shouted, "delivery for Roy MacLean".  He rose from his desk, opening
his office door to reach the main door where a delivery service man waited
with a large carton on a cart, a carton marked 'handle with care', 'this
end up', 'no hooks' and 'don't drop'.  Now Roy was really getting
frustrated, he watched as the man pushed his cart into Roy's office,
unceremoniously dumped it onto the floor at which time Roy thought he heard
a noise like a groan from inside the large box.
     Roy checked the clock. "Well, it is High Noon, so this must be the
Shoot-out" He wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but he giggled when he
thought what that might mean.
     After the deliveryman left, Roy locked both doors, returned to his
office and gave the box a sharp kick in the side.  "Ooof" came from the
box. He looked around the outside of the box trying to determine how to get
it open.  That Ooof sounded familiar to Roy, a certain ring to the tone, it
just sounded as if it had red hair on it.  Could that be? Roy thought.
     "Damn it, Sean, I can't find out how to open it. Tell me the secret, I
don't want to hurt you." Roy spoke loudly.
     Sean groaned, "Please, Roy, get me out of here, I never thought it
would be so uncomfortable.  I hurt everywhere because all my padding
slipped to the bottom when they picked the box up at my apartment house,"
he pleaded, "Don't you have a crowbar or something, Roy?"  They he yelled,
"And be damned careful if you do.  I'm breakable, remember!"
     Finally, Roy found a large, heavy screwdriver which he started to use
to pry on the one side. Since he didn't have a hammer, he had to use extra
efforts to get anywhere. At last, Roy pulled up on the side, throwing it
back all the way.  What did he see?
     With blankets and foam rubber nestled around his feet Sean Pratt lay
absolutely naked on his side curled up inside the box, frowning and moaning
quietly.  He looked up at Roy, grinned and "Hi".
     Roy tried to keep from laughing, but couldn't help himself, "Oh, Roy,
you are so nuts but so beautiful, even with bumps and bruises all over.  I
take it I'm supposed to be overwhelmed by your gifts, even yourself.  What
more could any man ask.  Do you have a question for me?"
     Now Sean blushed, hard. With his hair color and skin shade a blush on
Sean is like he was pretending to be a electric burner on full heat.  He
just radiated red and hot heat.
     "Roy, I'd like to wait until I convalesce before I ask any questions.
Will you help get me out of this torture chamber?  I want to tell you that
I started with the biggest hardon of my life and look at it now."
     Roy did check out Sean's cock which was in good shape except for being
practically invisible, hiding in his pubes and just poking its little nose
out from his scrotum.  Discretion told him he better not laugh at that
point.
     Roy checked for any nails sticking out before he grabbed Sean's hand
to help lift him out of the carton.  When Sean was finally standing,
completely naked in the middle of Roy's office, Roy carefully wrapped his
arms around that so sexy body, so naked, so hunky.
     "Sean, you are so crazy, so exuberant, so wonderful that noone could
resist you.  Yes, I love you. Now, how about something.  Smell a few
flowers, did you have breakfast?, or shall we have some champagne?"  He sat
in his office chair, opened the champagne and indicated that Sean should
sit in his lap, immediately, which he did.  That was a bit awkward because
Sean was so much tall than Roy.
     After pouring two water glasses full of champagne, they drank
sparingly, just sipping the bubbling liquid so tart yet sweet, tangy though
smooth.  They set their glasses down and kissed gently, then harder,
tasting the champagne in each other's mouth.
     Roy was petting Sean, rubbing his buttocks and back, patting where
there seemed to be a bruised spot or maybe not.  He put his hand on the
back of Sean's head bringing it closer to his own face, his lips to Sean's
lips.
     Sean noticed that he was the only person in the room who was naked,
deciding to fix that situation by starting to remove Roy's suit, dress
shirt and tie, opening his pants to pull them down to Roy's ankles where he
also slid Roy's bikinis down his legs after Roy lifted his ass a little.
     Roy considered then asked, "Sean did you happen to notice the view we
have from my office window behind us?"
     Sean looked, then said "Yes, we can see everyone in those windows in
that building on the other side of the street.  And quite clearly, too." He
paused, "Some nice looking people there."
     "Yes, that's right, Sean, does anything about that fact concern you at
all, considering our position and state of dress.?"
     Sean smiled at Roy, "Yes, there is something.  Ah, if we stood up,
they could see up better, you know?  Do you suppose we ought to turn off
the lights?  I think so." And he did.
     "I give up, Sean, so now, since I see your jolly roger there has
recovered its immensity and st rising from its mini state.  I have just one
question, did you bring some lubricant, because I want to get fucked.  Did
you hear me?  You've just had your finger up my ass, which I loved thank
you, and now I want your cock up there.  I want you to fuck the hell out of
me."
     Sean smiled, stood up then said, "Roy, I've been wanting to do that!"
     With that remark, Sean took his arms, started at one end of Roy's desk
and shoved everything on the desktop to the floor at the other end.  "Now,
Mr. MacLean, would you mind stretching out on that desktop on your back
with your ass just hanging over the end.  I would fuckin' like that."
     Fortunately, Roy's computer happened to be on a separate table, not on
his desk.  What had fallen to the floor would only take 6 or 8 hours to
reassemble!  Roy didn't worry about that and lay on his back on his desk,
raising his feet to the desktop, his knees high.  He did notice that Sean's
cock was hard and hot, long and wider than usual, dripping and aimed at his
virgin asshole.
     "Come on, Sean, lay that cock into me, shove it up my ass just where I
need it.  If you don't have any lubricant with you, get some butter off
that breakfast cart in a hurry."
     Roy had grown up sexually in a great hurry, he hadn't even thought he
was gay just a few days ago.
     With butter in hand Sean coated one finger in it, aimed it at the rosy
pink pucker between Roy's sexy globes until it sank up to the last knuckle,
curling around in there to find the prostate and punch it a bit.  Roy
groaned forcefully, "Oh God, man, get your cock in there.  I can't wait,
I'm slippery enough, come on." He was breathing heavily, his body twisting
and writhing.
     Sean obeyed, placed his cockhead knob on the pucker then shoved with
all his might.  Roy didn't scream but said "Ooof, man. Ooof."
     With his cock all the way in Roy, Sean rubbed his hands all over Roy,
played with his big tits, pinching the nipples all the while reaching for
Roy's throat with his tongue, swapping bodily fluids of all sorts.  Roy's
cock was drooling, dripping, pulsing and throbbing, ready to come even
though he hadn't touched it.  Sean's pounding on his butt, back and forth
to punch his ass hole, had sent Roy's ecstasy and lust to never-before
heights, his body shuddering and tingling from his crotch up each disk of
his spine, every knob to his ravished brain.
     "Sean, Sean, man, I'm coming, coming."  At that moment Roy's cock
started shooting streams of thick white cock juice, puddling all over his
chest and abdomen.  When Sean saw that, his cock also pounded out clots of
his semen in a flood of passion into Roy's guts, probably as far as his
stomach soon full of Sean's seed.  They both collapsed, slowly coming down
from on high.
     Sean lay on Roy, kissing him then licking up Roy's cum from his chest,
savoring the tart, smooth taste of that man's spore juice. They clutched
each other madly, kissing, rubbing and gripping each other's body anywhere
they could reach.
     "Now what do we do, Sean," Roy asked. Sean grinned and answered, "We
celebrate!"
     Sean grabbed Roy under his butt, lifting him as high as he could,
kissing everywhere he could reach, spinning them round and round.  Then he
let Roy slip to the floor.
     Finally, they broke into gales of laughter, pounding each other on the
back, grabbing their bodies together.
     Finally, Roy looked at Sean, "Sean, do I know the question?"
     "Yes, and do I know the answer?"
     "Yes!"
     By that time, Roy's cock had returned to its hardness, rigidity and
excitement, again dripping precum and throbbing deeply from his crotch.  He
grabbed Sean, spun him around and pushed him back on the desk where Roy had
just been royally screwed.
     "Now it's my turn, Sean," Roy promised, and proceeded to shove his
cock directly into Sean's twitching cunt hole, plunging to the bottom of
his blistering dick, excited by the friction caused by his barely lubed
spear rubbing on Sean's ass lips, pulling them in and out as his cock was
being thrust by his punching hip movements.
     Somehow Roy managed to hold on to give Sean a fine rogering before he
was compelled to pour out his semen into Sean's manhole, filling him with
his second load of the day.
     "Roy," Sean panted, "man, you are so hot - I've never know anyone that
hot - you rode me like a bronc rider - hard and brutal and I loved it.
Kiss me, man, I need your lips, too."
     That was the last work Roy did that day.  He decided to help Sean back
to his apartment.  Sean had left clothes for his return trip in his car
parked a block away.  He had assumed that Roy would get them to cover his
naked body.  They spent their afternoon enjoying each other's bodies and
themselves.



     The following day Nils was waiting for Jake to call, pacing the floor
of his office while he tried to make his assignments for the day, allotting
his available personnel as far as they would stretch trying to get their
investigations completed.  Just not enough people and it's getting worse.
He really missed Rocco, who had his problems, but who also was so dedicated
and energetic he always got the job done.  'Where ever you are, Rocco, I
hope you are happy!' Nils sent the message.  He also missed Adam sincerely,
but thought he could wait until he got back.
     Nils' personal cell phone vibrated in his pocket, but before
answering, Nils made sure to shut his office door and lock it.  He was
holding his breath, praying that it was Jake calling, setting up a time for
them to meet.  Nils was so damn frustrated without Adam, he'd heard of blue
balls before, but never had them himself.  His testicles actually hurt,
ached in his shorts.
     "Hello."
     "Is this Nils?"  Nils knew it was Jake, his dick went to full alert at
the sound of his voice.
     "Yes, Jake, it's me."
     "Good," Jake continued, "I got a problem.  I'm sorry, you don't know
how damn sorry I am, but I just can't get there tonight - got a job I gotta
do, no .....  geez, Nils, you don't know how much I'm sorry ....  I wanted
to be with you tonight, so bad."  Nils could tell that Jake was telling the
truth, he could hear the regret and disappointment in his voice.
     "I'm very sorry too, Jake.  From the tone of your voice, I can tell
you are just as sorry as I am.  Any options?"
     Jake answered quickly, "Nils, maybe tomorrow night, I gotta go,
now. Take care, man. I need you, Ok?"
     "Ok, Jake, I'm here whenever."


     The lieutenant muddled over his situation all afternoon, what could he
do.  He wanted to be with Adam, but he was gone. He wanted to see Jake, but
that was out.  He started over his options again.  Mike and Brian will be
out late at a political gala in River City's best hotel until very late.
Adam is in Washington for another few days.  What's left to do?  The light
bulb sparkles.  Joey and Ben.  I love those guys, they are great and really
nice..  They are fun to be around and will keep me occupied and help me
forget Jake and Adam.
     "Hey," Nils spoke out loud.  'Oops', to himself. Why don't I invite
them over for dinner since Adam isn't at the cabin to fix a meal and Brian
and Mike wouldn't be around to eat it anyway.
     Ripping out his cell phone, Nils called the main cabin, hoping one or
the other of the boys will be there.
     "Hello"
     Nils wasn't sure which one it was, they sound so much alike, "Ah, is
Joey there?"
     "This is Joey ... isn't this Nils?  I know your voice."
     "Hi Joey, yes, this is Nils.  Sorry, you guys sound alike. Is Ben
there too?"
     Joey quickly answered, "Yes, Nils, Ben is right here.  What's up?"
     Nils put on his best pleading voice, "Guys, I just called to invite
you both to my house for dinner tonight.  I know Adam is gone and Mike and
Brian are eating out with all the pols, so you need a good meal and I'm the
one to cook it.  How about some sirloin steaks, baked potatoes and tossed
salad?  Maybe even some dessert.  Would that suit you?"
     Nils heard Joey telling Ben about his offer, then, "Ben says great,
Nils, and so do I.  Sounds wonderful, we were wondering whether we'd starve
tonight or not."
     "Guys, that's super, I can pick you up about 5:30 - would that be Ok?"
     "No need to Nils, we have our own transportation now.  I have been
given permission to use Rocco's big pickup, and the bank arranged for car
insurance for me. How about that? Yes, at a stiff price too. Oh, and
there's more good, no, great news, but we'll wait until we get there to
tell you.  Thanks so much. See you then."
     "Ok, bye guys, see you, bring a good appetite!"
     "Bye"



      Nils left the back yard where the grill was warming up to answer the
front door bell. His friends, Joey and Ben, stood on the wide farm house
porch, smiling.
     "Hey, men, come on in.  I'll get us some drinks and we'll sit on the
patio in the back, and you can watch me grill those steaks to perfection."
He turn back into the house and the boys followed, both of them staring at
Nils butt in his tight western jeans.  Then they noticed that they were
both watching the same part of Nils' anatomy.  They grinned at each other,
held hands until they reached the patio.
     Nils turned suddenly to ask for drink requests and noticed they had
both been ogling his butt, blushing as they realized they'd been caught.
     "What can I get you to drink, guys, I've got most everything, I
think?"
     Neither Joey nor Ben had ever had much to drink, a beer once in a
while.  That's what they opted for.
     "Go out on the patio, find a chair and I'll be right out."
     Nils smiled when he saw Joey seek Ben's hand to hold while they walked
out of the back door.  They seem so young, but so in love with each other.
He may be older, but he feels the same, love Adam as he does.
     Nils brought our three bottles of Heinekins, a fine German beer, a bit
strong, but smooth and extra special.
     "Well, what's the good news you have to tell me, Joey."
     Joey smiled broadly, "It's so great, Nils.  The last time I talked to
Rocco just before he died, he told me that we, he and I, had gotten a lot
of money when our parents died, but he never told me about that.  So,
yesterday I stopped at the bank, went to the man Rocco said to talk to, and
he showed me how much was in the account.  It doesn't have to go through
... ah ... I can't remember .. Ben, what was it?"
     Ben looked at Nils when he said, "Nils, he said because of the way the
Rocco had everything set up, the accounts were in a trust and wouldn't have
to go through probate, the courts, that is."
     "Good for Rocco, Joey, that makes a lot of difference, he made it easy
for you." He waited, "So, you're stinkin' rich, huh?"  Nils laughed.
     "No, not that much, Nils, but the main account had $344,000 in it,
with two other accounts with smaller totals.  When Rocco whispered it to
me, he just said I'd have enough to have my own restaurant that I've always
wanted."
     "Joey, I'm so pleased for you.  I was a bit worried about you two, how
you'd make out. I made some investigations for you with the Police
Department.  And I've got more good news."  Both boys with wide eyes were
staring at Nils. "Joey, you are Rocco's only heir and you will receive his
police insurance and his police retirement account, plus what would have
been his bonus and sick leave."
     'Wow, how much would that be," Joey breathed heavily, so excited about
his good luck.
     "Well, the total in cash will be about $200,000, plus you will get a
monthly stipend from the retirement until you are 25 years of age, and more
if you go to college.  That will give you another $105,000 before it runs
out."
     "Holy smokes, Nils, I never expected anything like that." He turned to
Ben, "Ben, my friend, you and I are going to be rich.  We can pay for your
school and my years at the Cordon Bleu cooking school.  We can live in my
house, Oh shit, how about that, it's my house now, no, it's our house, Ben.
Remember, Ben, what's mine is yours, no questions and no shit from you."
         Joey sat on Ben's lap, hugging him tightly, and was hugged in
return.
     Ben muttered, "We'll do it together, Joey, you and me.  Thanks to
Rocco. We'll be remembering him for a long, long time to come."
     Joey brightened, "We can have your mother over for dinner and show off
our cooking skills, well, when we get some," he laughed.  "Maybe even your
father, someday, maybe."
     Nils spoke up, "And now you guys get to sample some of my cooking, the
steaks are ready so if you'll set the table out here, we'll eat very soon.

     All three men were stuffed with excellent food, and a couple more
beers that the boys found they like a lot.  They stood, preparing to clear
the table to the kitchen.
     Ben looked at Nils, "If you ever get tired of police work, we'll hire
you in a second, that was a great meal, I've never had a better one. Thank
you."
     Nils smiled, "Thank you, sir, and I appreciate your appetites. I
always love it when people eat the meals I create with the gusto you two
showed; I was worried a little that I might not have made enough to eat."
     "Hah," Ben laughed, "we had a hard time finishing, didn't we, Joey?"
     "Yeah, right."

     The bugs were getting nasty outside, so Nils suggested they follow him
to the den where he had a DVD player and large screen TV.  "I have some new
DVD movies, maybe there is something you'd like to watch."
     "Super," Ben approved, "I love movies anytime, anywhere, but Joey
isn't as crazy as I am."
     "I like them Ok, most of them, anyway."
     "How about Gladiator, guys?"
     "Put it on, put it on!" the boys said in unicon.

     An hour later, half way into the movie, Nils was sitting in the middle
of the couch, between Ben and Joey, all three relaxing, the boys pretty
much slouching against Nils, one on either side.  Nils had an arm around
each boy, around their shoulders. All three men felt a bit sleepy after the
large meal, not enough to actually go to sleep, but just watched the movie,
exciting as it was.
     It took Nils a while to divert his interest from the movie enough to
realize that each boy had placed one hand on his thigh, softly running
their hands up and down his thick muscle under the thin cotton pants.  Nils
didn't comment or move, but also noticed that the movements of the hands
reached higher and higher on his leg.  Also, Ben and Joey had wriggled
their other arm behind Nils' back, rubbing gently on his waist, using their
fingers to caress certain spots.
     Nils was slowly becoming clearly aware of his situation, these boys
were coming on to him and he already had a huge erection in his lightweight
pants.  He hoped they wouldn't continue their hands march up into his
crotch.  He really didn't quite know what to do, he was hot as hell and
these guys were sexy as hell. All of a sudden the problem had reached
gigantic proportions, both Ben and Joey had clamped a hand right on top of
Nil's hard, heated cock, rubbing it back and forth testing it's length.
     Nils looked down and cleared his throat.  He was ready to speak when
Ben spoke first, "Nils, don't say anything.  Just close your eyes and
relax, please.  We need this and you won't stop us, will you?"
     Joey broke in quickly, "And Adam let us play with him, Nils, we had a
great time together. You'll see!"
     The boys next move was to strip Nils, his shirt first, then his sport
shorts and finally his briefs.
     Joey shouted, "Hey, Ben, look what we got here.  Nils' not
circumcised; he's got a big skin, it even covers the head, and ..... it's
dripping already.  Way cool, Nils."
     Nils laughed, "You couldn't see that, could you, when you were staring
at my crotch all those times in the restaurant.  You never knew," he
boasted.  "Well, it's Ok, boys, I guess, you can play with it all you
want."
     And they did.  They got off the couch and stripped themselves, showing
off their tight bodies and good-sized dicks.  Kneeling in front of Nils,
both of them got their lips and tongues on Nils huge cock, sucking the
extra skin and licking up and down on either side of the dick.
     They also licked Nils nipples, sticking out from his pecs, pale pink
to go with his white skin and blond hair.  Then they asked Nils to turn
around and kneel on the couch.
     "And he's got the greatest butt in the whole state at least," Joey
squeezed again and laughed, "and I've been watching it for at least four
years that I can remember."
     Nils then started laughing, "Yes, Joey, I've noticed every time you've
been staring at my butt, though it hasn't only been my butt, I know you are
a crotch-watcher, too, you imp."
     Joey put a hand behind Nils on one buttock, squeezing and caressing
the perfect half- globe.  "Oh yes, this is better than I ever imagined.
Ben, you take the other buttock, see what you think."
     "It's great, Joey, but I think it need closer inspection, don't you?"
     They both knelt behind Nils on the couch, their faces pressed to his
ass, licking his cheeks all over but getting closer and closer to his
crevice between them.  With Ben pulling one cheek and Joey pulling the
other, they soon exposed Nils pale pinkish flower pucker, wrinkled but
tight together.  Joey first ran his tongue from Nils scrotum to his lower
back, over the winking orifice at the middle repeatedly, slathering his
juices all over.  Ben shoved him out of the way and did the same thing,
except that he pushed his pointed tongue directly into the hole.
     "Oh, man, Ben that's so great - I love your tongue in my ass."
     Meanwhile, Joey worked his way to Nils' front where he plunged Nils'
cock into his mouth, well, some of it.  This was a large dick, steely
frozen but hot and pulsing and Joey stuck his tongue under Nils' foreskin,
between that and Nils' so sensitive cockhead , tasting his male precum, a
slight pee flavor and Nil's own personal scent, all man and all his own.
     So, Ben working his ass and Joey on his cock, both doing their best to
heat the lieutenant's passion to get him to forget Adam and concentrate on
them.  Joey had an idea for their next move so he let go of Nils' cock and
pulled Ben away from Nils' ass.
     "Nils, would you do something for us, something we'd like to do with
you?"
     "I guess so," Nils said, a bit uncertain whether he should, "yes, I
guess, you guys wouldn't hurt me I'm sure.  What do you want?"
     While they'd been talking, Ben had removed all of the items from the
long, heavy wooden coffee table in front of the couch.  When he finished,
he moved Joey to it and had him lie down on the table with his butt at one
end along the narrow, yet very strong piece of furniture.  So Joey was flat
on his back on the table, his legs spread letting his balls hang down on
the table and his hefty six inch cock rising straight from his pubes and
groin, waving slightly, drooling too.
     "Do you have some lube close by, Nils?" Ben asked.
     Nils looked around, opened a small drawer in the coffee table, "Will
this do?"
     'This' was a bottle of WET, about half used, which Nils showed Ben.
     "That's great, now would you anoint Joey's dick with plenty of that
and maybe squeeze a bunch up your own asshole?"  Ben's statement was
received by Nils with a questioning look.  "Yes, that's what we're going to
do, if you don't mind.  Ok?"
     "Hey, man, I'd love it."  Nils answered by squeezing plenty of WET all
over Joey's cock, rubbing it in with one hand, the other cupping the boy's
pecs and tweaking his nipples.  He moved over the table until his ass was
over Joey's cock, facing Joey's upper body.  Keeping one hand on the
slippery rod, he lowered his ass more and more until Joey's cockhead
touched Nils' rosebud hole which tightened suddenly in alarm.  Nils lay on
top of Joey, spreading his thick legs to the sides of the table, trying to
open up his anus to accept Joey's monster. Slowly, carefully, Nils got his
ass just above Joey's cock tip, the cock wavering and trembling with Joey's
emotions, just bursting with juices, some already oozing and dripping from
the cockhead.  As Nils' butt sank more, the cockhead gradually entered the
asshole, farther and farther until Nils' butt felt Joey's pubic hair,
     Going along with Joey's plan, Ben knelt between Joey's and Nils' legs
at the end of the table.  Ben tried to force his cockhead into the asshole
along with Joey's cock.  Didn't work, but a loud yell came from Nils.
     "What the hell are you guys doing?  You're putting two cocks in my
asshole?"
     Ben laughed, "Well, that's sort of what it looks like, Nils?"
     "Oh hell, whatever you guys want - I'll try, you know me - try
anything."
     So, Ben put lubricant on his first fingers of both hands, aiming them
at the edge of Nils' asshole and the sides of Joey's cock.  He forced them
inside, thrusting into the tight anus, then pulled the rims to each side,
"Relax, Nils, relax more and let my fingers spread your ass."  He seemed to
get Nils open more, pulling with all his might.  Then he tried more
lubricant on his impatient cock, so fiery and throbbing, holding one finger
still in the rectum.  One more stab next to his finger, a hard thrust
against Nils stretching pucker and Ben shouted, "I'm in!"
     Nils groaned, "Oh, god, that is so bad, and it hurts so good.  Give me
a little while to get used to both those huge pricks stuck up my ass.  Then
try moving them."
     Ben leaned over Nils back, wrapped his arms around his chest, cupping
his full pecs, tickling his nipples with itching fingers, placing admiring
kisses on his back muscles.
     "Ok, guys, Ben you better start this, try pushing in and see how far
you can go."
     Ben pushed, sliding with difficulty into Nils' asshole beside Joey's
cock. "Oh, god, that feels so hot, so sexy, my cock gliding against Joey's
cock, hey, partner, how's that feel to you."
     Joey just moaned, almost in a daze, ecstatic sensations race through
his body from nerve to nerve, as he tried to keep from exploding.
     "Oh god, guys, that is the greatest feeling I've ever had - so hot and
sexy - keep it up, Joey try to punch up into my butt, get it going.  Can
you two go in and out at different times?  You'll be rubbing your cocks
together - and stretching my asshole to the limit."
     Nils reached around to his ass, his fingers feeling for the hole that
should be there.  Amidst the lube and juices from him and the guys, Nils
was able to grab the two pricks, holding on while they pistoned back and
forth in opposite motion.  Nils cock and balls were also slipping against
Joey's abdomen, feeling the hair of his body, stretching his cock in the
urge to come.
     All three men were groaning and moaning, flexing their bodies fiercely
to complete their quest for Nils, their labored breathing creating a
crescendo of hot blood and excited nerves. They were writhing against each
other's naked body, feeling the whole mass of skin sensors alive at once,
zapping the nerves with electric prods, bring them to heights of orgasmic
delight.
     "Nils, Nils, I'm getting awfully close, I can't hold off much longer,"
Joey cried, "not much longer."
     Nils hugged Joey to him. "That's Ok, Joey, cum when you have to.  I
want both of you to come in my ass - make me a part of your lives.  Ben,
how you doin'"
     Pant, pant, Ben was breathing fast, "Nils, I'm ready too, just a few
more pumps in there, in your butt, and I want to dump my load there, get a
piece of me a piece of you, with my cum."
     "Well, let's go ... I'm damn near too ...  pump ...  pump, you guys,
shove 'em in me, then give me your sexy juices, shoot in me - ah, I'm
coming." Nils cock muscles started to pulse and tighten, shoot his streams
of cum onto Joey's stomach, the puddles there mixing with their sweat and
hair.  When Nils asshole contracted to project his seed onto Joey, Ben and
Joey felt that tight grip send their cocks into overload, spasms of muscles
clench and fire into Nils rectum their collective male cum, juices of their
bodies, yes, and their emotions, too.
     Nils collapsed onto Joey and Ben lay on his back, "Oh god, don't leave
my ass, hold as long as you can.  Someday you two may try what we just did,
I guarantee you'll love every minute. But .... remember to prepare yourself
for it ......  get your hole ready for it."
     Ben and Joey slowly let their cocks slip from Nils' asshole, the
fluids dripping closely behind.  Nils reached around to his asshole,
astonished at the size of his hole, hope it would close again.  Hold his
ass tightly, Nils stood up carefully, then had them follow him to the
bathroom.
     The three of them visited the huge shower, plenty of room for three,
and they found plenty of interest in each other's body to wash and rinse
here, wash and rinse there, and lots of opportunity for hugging, kissing
and touching everywhere from toes to assholes to heads.  Nils was still
dropping fluids from his ass.  None of them wanted to quit, but Joey and
Ben had so get back to the cabin, to wait for Mike and Brian.
     After Ben and Joey had dressed, Nils put his arms around both young
men, "I'm becoming more and more impressed with you two, you are two very
sexy hunks.  Thanks for coming and helping keep my mind off of Adam.  Of
course, we don't need to mention this to anyone, do we?"
     "Well, Nils," pretending to think hard, "we might need a refresher
session in order to keep our mouths shut and our psyches appeased."  Ben
and Joey laughed, "No, Nils, we've had a great time, every minute, and
that's our reward.  Our lips are sealed."  They hugged Nils and rushed out
of the house, waving goodbye from the cab of Rocco's big truck.


     After the boys had left, Nils sat in his den, recovering from his
experience, savoring every bit of emotion, remembering how his ass had
hurt, but soon felt super, making him feel greater than any other time,
even with Adam. He remembered wondering if his asshole would ever close
again, but it did finally, though still seeping juices of his and the
wonder boys.  Nils knows Ben and Joey are 18, but can't help thinking of
them as boys, wonder or not.
     The front door bell rang again.  Nils wondered if the boys had left
something behind. He walked to the front door, opened it and was shocked.
He knew he must have dismay on his face, and a look of sorrow when he saw
Jake on his door step.  He thought, 'Oh no!' and almost said it, but held
back.  Nils liked the look of Jake a lot, but he had nothing left, no more
partying tonight.
     He quickly recovered. "Hi, Jake, so you could finally get here.  Come
in! Come in."  Nils led Jake into the house, heading for the den.  "Can I
get you something to drink?"
     Jake smiled, "Thanks, Nils, but I think you have already had a party.
Right?"
     Nils sighed and told Jake the situation between him and Adam, his
party with Ben and Joey (not mentioning names) and what he felt for Jake
himself.
     Jake's first reaction was to wonder how Nils had taken two dicks.
"Shit, Nils, I can hardly take one cock up my rear, let alone two.  Didn't
it hurt like hell?"
     Nils reddened, embarrassed, "Yeah, you're right, Jake.  But if you're
hot enough, you can stand the pain until the ecstasy sets in."
     He smiled and looked at Nils' eyes. "Can I assume that we could get
together?  At least for a bit sometime. I'll call you, man, I'm really into
you.  Yes, I'm with Jack too, but nothing that serious there."
     "That sounds good, Jake. I'll be waiting."  He rose as did Jake, and
kissed Jake lightly on his lips.  Jake returned it, then left the house.
He had work to do that night.


     Nils had fallen asleep, recovering slowly, but was awakened by his
cell phone.  He answered.
     "Yes, Mike, what is it?"
     He waited, listening.
     "Ok, Mike, I'll be there but you won't see me, neither will he.  I'm
glad you called me, this is getting very deep and dangerous.  Take real
good care of your selves."
     "Yeah, bye."


     Just a mile away another man was listening in on their conversation.
Cell phones were notoriously easy to eavesdrop on, most had no security at
all.  He was very interested in the content of their call and particularly
where they were meeting.  There would be an uninvited guest at the
gathering.  Now to work this so no one gets hurt who shouldn't..


     Mike and Brian had driven to the place where GB would meet them.  This
was at an abandoned farm, not far from GB's house, in a deserted area,
surrounded by an acre or two of forested land.  GB had been very specific
about where they should be, behind the old empty farm house, at a rickety
gazebo almost falling to pieces, at the edge of the forest.
     They sat on the gazebo floor, having found a mostly solid part, Brian
sitting between Mike's legs firmly into his crotch.  Mike wrapped his arms
around Brian's chest, pressing his chin on Brian's shoulder, petting and
caressing his lover for life while Brian turned his head to kiss Mike on
the cheek.
     "I love you, Mike, I feel so secure with your arms around me."
     Mike couldn't help thinking about having Brian in his arms just about
an hour ago.  They had been in Mike's bed, doors locked, drapes drawn
closely, feeling secure there too.  Mike had gotten a present for Brian,
something he had Adam send from Washington, though he had no idea where
Adam could have found it.  His friend was so resourceful and amazing in all
his assets and .... well ... yes, his ass too, he guessed.  Brian seemed
very happy.
     "Brian, look in the top bureau drawer, there's a present for you all
wrapped up." He couldn't help smiling, he was so pleased with himself, and
Adam too
     Brian was grinning, too, happy that Mike had gotten him something.
     He brought the box back to the bed and sat beside Mike, carefully
opening the wrapping paper.  When he opened the box itself, he couldn't
help, "Mike, what the hell is this, it looks like a ..... a ....  cock ....
what is it? ....  oh, yes ... a dildo." He looked at Mike for confirmation.
     Mike laughed out loud, "Yes, Brian, I guess that's what it is.  I knew
Adam would know what I wanted, and would be able to find it."
     "Oh, Mike, let's try it now.  Can we?"  Sometimes when he got excited,
Brian sounded so very young, yet he could be very adult and mature when
necessary.  He rubbed his blond hair, still not pulling the dildo from the
box.  "Here, Mike, you do it!"
     Mike removed a six inch pinkish-tan imitation cock with a large deep
red head and a scrotum attached to the four inch diameter base.  Everything
was extremely realistic, and the touch was eerily genuine, soft but with a
hard interior.
     They were already naked, stripped bare, they started some foreplay
before Mike told Brian about the dildo.  Mike reached for the albolene to
ready Brian to accept the dildo.
     When he was hot and excited, his nerves on edge and his cock grown to
full fury, Mike had him get on hands and knees on the bed and Mike knelt
over him, kissing him with bursting passion and love, rubbing his body from
shoulders to butt with one hand, from neck and pecs to crotch with the
other.  His fingers met at Brian's asshole, rubbing gently and gradually
working them inside, in his anus to penetrate his rectum where this big
dildo would pierce his nether soul.
     "This is sort of big, Brian, so relax as much as you can before we try
to push it in."
     Brian nodded and immediately tighten up his whole body including his
asshole.
     "That's not going to work, I'll use my fingers to get you open."
     For ten minutes Mike worked his fingers with plenty of lubricant into
that young ring, barely used yet, but so exciting for Mike thinking about
when he'd had his big cock in there.
     "I think maybe we're ready, Brian, try to stay relaxed."
     Again Brian nodded, but didn't tense up that time.  He waited
patiently for Mike to shove that monster dildo into his straight intestine,
anticipating eagerly the thrill he loved, something wonderful shoved up his
ass.
     Using plenty of albolene, Mike placed the head against Brian's tender
and soft wrinkled ass lips, starting to push, forcing it in.  He kept up
rubbing Brian's muscles, his back and stomach, trying to relax them enough
to accept this large bat.
     Suddenly, Brian accomplished the easing he needed and the dildo slid
in until the balls rested against his butt, filling Brian's rectum with the
fake cock.  Brian also felt something else.
     "Mike, that feels so good.  It hardly hurts at all."
     "Ooooh, you started something, didn't you? .  It feels like I have a
quivering flagpole up my butt."
     "Yeah, man, and that's not all." Mike started to slowly push the dildo
in and pull the dildo out, setting up a nice easy fucking, trying to hit
Brian's prostate and ream out his innards.
     Brian was squirming and tossing, reacting to the actions of his fake
cock, so much like a real one, and more.  Mike kept the fucking going, and
played with Brian's cock, rubbing the drooling head, up and down the shaft,
feeling the velvet, soft skin, sliding back and forth, while his thumb
spread the precum oozing from his piss hole.
     "You ready for action, Brian?"
     "Sure."
     Mike got on his hands and knees in front of his lover, moving back
under Brian, who was then covering his mate to shove his cock into his ass.
"Brian, come on, fuck me, shove that spear up my rear end and screw me just
like you're getting it.  Hold me, man."
     Brian's cock was covered with his precum so he had plenty of lube
letting his dickhead split his mate's asshole, slip through the sphincter,
slide into his rectum.  Mike groaned, pushing back against Brian's crotch,
thrusting his hole over the young blond's stiff baton, while Brian held him
tightly in his arms, finally reaching under Mike to hold his cock to
masturbate it for him.
     Mike still had the dildo in one hand, reaching around Brian's butt.
He increased the speed of his in-out motion, exciting his mate even more.
All of a sudden Brian's dildo started reach places in his guts that hadn't
been touch before, setting up a more delicate nervous sensation of the
tender and delicate inner parts of Brian's rectum.
     "Brian, I hope you can cum gallons inside me when you're ready."
     "Oh .... oh .... Mmmmikey .. it's doing it ..... it's cuming and SO AM
I."
     He was pumping into Mike's hot, hot ass, feeling the butthole rim grab
onto his cock, and squeeze it in waves of strength.  Then he shot wave
after wave of white hot cum streams into Mike's ass, flooding the fiery,
wet tubes.  He kept pumping in and out, just as the dildo in his own
asshole felt like it was doing to him.
     "Mike, that dildo is super," as he calmed down a bit, "fantastic, but
I'd much rather have your own dick in my ass than this thing, cute as it
is."
     Mike turned to remove the dildo from an asshole that looked very well
worn.
     That was when GB had called Mike and the two of them showered, dressed
and headed out to the meeting place.


     "Mr. Keith, don't move, talk or anything.  Pretend you hear
nothing. If that's Ok just slowly nod your head."  Mike did that.
     "I'm not far from you, Mike and Brian, but I won't get any closer."
     Mike whispered, "Can't we help you, GB.  We'd like to help you, and
get you off the street and get rid of the drugs."
     "No, not now.  I'm close to finding out a lot.  I know who the man
is. He's known as 'the Boss', and he is in a bad way right now because of
his guys getting killed.  I'll get his real name for you, Mike"


     A dark shadow was creeping closer to the clearing where the gazebo
stood and the two men and boy were softly talking.  The shadow was a man
squatting on his haunches, duck- walking carefully and slowly toward them.
The man was carrying a rifle over his back and more armament on his body.
     A second shadow followed the first closely but the first man was
unaware of his existence until he felt the muzzle of a pistol stuck in his
ear, hard.
     "If you don't carefully put that rifle on the ground, I'm going to
happily put a hole clean through your head.  My reaction time is excellent
and you won't make it if you try anything - guaranteed."  He got no
reaction from the first man, just a frozen suspicious figure.
     "I'm going to count to three - put down the gun.  I may or may not
wait until I get to three to fire my pistol.  And if you injure any one of
those three people, you ....  are ..... dead ..... for ...  sure!"
     "One ....... !"


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