Date: 14 Dec 2001 12:36:25 MST
From: Paul H.Daventon <magic-organ@usa.net>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-7

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.  Otherwise read on and the
author hopes you enjoy it.

Turning the Page 2001 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.  Write to Paul at <magic-organ@usa.net>


                    TURNING THE PAGE


(From the previous chapter)

     Adam met Nils at the Police Station in his office, where Nils showed
him the remains of the "bomb", the entire file, fingerprints and
construction particulars.
     "Not much to go on," Adam remarked, "and a fingerprint needs a
suspect.  That's it, huh?"
     "Yes. I'll keep trying, though.  Might stumble onto a possibility."
Very quietly, he moved beside Adam and whispered, "Meet me around the
square in 20 minutes."
     Nils walked Adam to the door of his office and showed him the way out.
"And thanks for stopping in, we will look into your problem."
     He looked around the office, spotting his two sergeants at their desks
just outside his door.  "Sergeants, would you step into my office a
minute."
     Sgt. Jenny Svenson and Sgt. Rocco Ferallini met the Lieutenant in
front of his desk, wondering what this was all about.
     But Sgt. Ferallini spoke first, bursting out with, "Hey, Loot, what
kinda problem has that fag got, huh? We don't need no fuckin' queers around
here."



                    CHAPTER SEVEN

     "You know, Ferallini, you seem to be seeing gays all over the place.
I was told that it takes one to know one.  Is that right?", Jenny accused
him.
     Nils kept his temper in check. "That's enough, both of you,"
Lieutenant Berger cautioned the two sergeants.  "This is about your
assignments for the next week or so, particularly tonight, when you will be
doing surveillance on the farm house where our suspect lives.  You will do
whatever is necessary to keep your cover, even 'pretend petting'' when
necessary.  Can you handle that, Jenny?"
     Sergeant Jenny Svenson was not happy, "I understand our orders,
Lieutenant, and I'll cooperate, but if he (pointing at Rocco) sticks his
tongue in my mouth again, I'll bite it off, and I mean it."
      "Ok, that's it.  Now, you two are to observe only, you will not
reconnoiter or go near the house, and I want you to leave if anyone comes
near you.  I don't want to get the dealer worked up before we have the
evidence we need, and no screw-ups so that the evidence is tainted and
unacceptable to the courts and the DA.  You start well after dark, maybe
even after 10, so that you aren't going to be noticed, and besides that,
you will take no weapons with you, you are just a couple stopping in a
quiet lane.  Any questions?
     The two sergeants shook their heads and left the Lieutenant's office,
signed out to go home to get some rest before their long stake out,
probably taking most of the night and early morning, where they will be
consumed with boredom and disgust with each other.
     Nils closed his office door, then made a call to forensics in the
basement of the police station where the two technicians worked to discover
any leads from the evidence in the bomb brought in to them.
     He talked to Jake about the so-called bomb, about what it contained
and what it didn't contain, impressing on the technician the importance of
not revealing anything about the note they found which Nils preempted.  He
emphasized that there had been no note, they never saw a note and they
would inform anyone, including any policemen, asking about a note that it
had never existed.  Whoever planted that 'bomb' will begin to wonder soon
what happened to the note he/she left inside the box, addressed to
Congressman Keith and why nothing has been reported about it.  Then, Nils
hoped, the 'bomber' would be exposed by his interest in the bomb and note.
     Nils locked his office and left the building.  Adam would be waiting
for Nils to pick him up somewhere around the square.  The blond lieutenant
started his car, headed for the square and only made two left turns before
he spotted Adam, tall and dark, slim but athletic looking, walking slowly
along the curb.  It only took two seconds for Adam to appear by the car,
once he had noticed Nils, dropped onto the seat and pulled the door shut.
     Nothing was said between the two men until the car was out of the
city, heading toward Nils house, a restored farm house from the previous
century, where he had worked for almost 10 years renovating what had been
his parents' home.  Since his mother and father couldn't do the work of
running a 120 acre farm, they had retired, sold the land except for a plot
around the house and moved to Florida. Within two years of retiring the
couple had both passed away, leaving all the money from the sale of the
farm and their savings to Nils since he was an only child, making him
mostly independent of his police salary.  Nils told Adam some of that
before they arrived.
     "Nils, I've been wanting to talk to you so I'm glad you set this up
this afternoon for us to get together. However, I suppose since I will soon
be connected to Mike's campaign, we'd better be very cautious about our
meetings, right?" Adam looked at Nils, really taken with this blond man, so
attractive to him that his dick was making preliminary stirrings of a large
erection in progress running across his groin.  He crossed his legs to
cover it up, and smiled self- consciously.
     Nils concentrating on the road, didn't see that move, but answered,
"Yes, Adam, we'll have to watch meetings unless we are in a group.  I have
wanted to talk to you, too, to see if you have any ideas about stopping
these Fag Trappers." He braked and turned into the driveway. "Oh, here we
are."  And, he thought, I'd like to see a whole lot more of you, he smiled,
wondering just how he really meant that.
     Adam was very impressed with Nils' house, still a old farm house in
style, yet completely renovated. "Man, Nils, you've done a lot of work on
this, was that by yourself or with help?"
     "That's all mine, Adam, every bit of paint, woodworking, design and
whatever. Glad you like it."
     Nils activated the garage door opener, driving in and immediately
closing the door, so that they would enter the house unseen.  Nils had no
idea if anyone watched his house, but wasn't taking any chances since he
didn't want to be accused of favoring one side or the other.  Mike's
opponent in the congressional race was a real sleaze, a jerk of the first
water, probably crooked.
     After popping a couple cans of beer, Nils and Adam sat in lawn chair
behind the house, overlooking an acre or two of mown lawn.  They looked at
each other occasionally, neither one sure of how to start the conversation.
Nils suggested a quick tour of the house, so they went in and viewed the
kitchen, living room and dining room, then upstairs two baths, one
connected with the master bedroom with its huge king-sized bed, very
masculine decor, another to serve two guest bedrooms.  Adam was very
complimentary about the whole place, excellent work.  They returned to the
lawn chairs, a little more at ease with each other.
     Nils started, "Adam, how do you know Brian?"
     Adam thought a moment about where to start, "I worked for Brian's
father, taking care of his cars, house and all-around caretaker duties.
After Brian's mother died, Brian was another of another duty I was given,
to care for a young teenager, more or less take over the mother's job since
Brian's father spent most of his time out of the state or out of the
country.  I like Brian very much, in fact I love him especially because he
is my brother, well, actually step-brother."
     Nils starts, surprised "How does he feel about that?"
     "He doesn't know, he never knew of his father's first wife, my
mother. You are the only person who knows that besides myself.  I've never
told Brian, or Mike. I haven't decided when I want to tell them, but not
yet.  OK?"
     "Yes, sure, I'll not mention it. No wonder you stick so close to
Brian, I'm sure he loves you too."
     Adam nods, agreeing, "But he loves me not as he loves Mike, he's IN
love with Mike, but as he loves a friend and brother, even though he does
not actually know it.  I've been with him and the family so long and I've
raised him by myself through all his teen years."
     Nils remembers something that Mike said that morning that now made
some sense.  "Adam, Mike said that Brian had a couple homosexual
experiences before he'd met him. I didn't think much about that then , but
just figured out. Those experiences must have been with you.  You wouldn't
have permitted anyone else getting that close to Brian. Right?"
     Adam smiled, chuckling, "You're a damn smart man, Nils, no wonder you
are a good detective.  Actually he threw himself at me and I felt that I'd
better be the one, not knowing just where he'd go otherwise. I went to bed
one night and found this beautiful young man, naked, with a huge erection,
in my bed, pleading with me. At that time he said he knew he was gay."
     "When I needed information for the investigation, Adam, I asked Mike
about his and Brian's relationship, whether it was as the "bomb" note said
or not.  He did tell me about their partnership, how they felt and how they
now belong to each other."
     "At the time, there was no reason for me to ask about you, no
investigative reason. But for my own information, Adam, let me ask a
question which you can answer or not as it pleases you.  Since I know
you've been with at least one man, which do you prefer, men or women?
     Adam didn't hesitate, "No question, Nils. I have had occasional sex
with a woman, but not in a long time.  It's men all the way for me. Could I
ask you the same question?"  He couldn't wait to hear what Nils would say.
     Nils actually blushed, not knowing quite what to say. "Ahh, Adam, I've
never had actual intercourse with either sex, just some kid stuff in high
school, both male and female.  I'm probably as close to a real virgin as
you'll ever see over the age of 26. It's been just a whole complex set of
circumstances, no sex except with my hand.  However, I believe I am much
more attracted to men than women." Nils stared into Adam's eyes, "Some day
I would like to test that, but not yet."
     Adam smiled, his eyes searching Nils' vivid blue eyes, "I would hope
that I might be able to help you test that belief, because, Nils, I'm sure
that you would be a wonderful partner, since I must admit I'm sort of taken
with you already.  Have you sensed that?"
     "Nothing would make me happier, Adam, but we'll have to put that on
hold for a little."
     They rose to take Adam back to his car, and Adam just couldn't hold
back entirely, so he embraced Nils, holding that solid, sexy body close to
his own, tentatively pressing his crotch into Nils own, his cheek against
Nils placing a quiet kiss on Nils ear lobe.  They broke apart reluctantly,
each with a hard on, after which Nils drove Adam to his car and then went
back to work.
     
     The tall man slams the front door to his house, hollering, "Hey, Joey,
where the hell are you, you little bastard?"
     "Where do you thing I'd be, asshole, in the kitchen fixing your
supper, like always."
     The man removed his sport coat, unbuckling his shoulder holster and
placing it and the gun in it into the closet.  He stretched his arms and
shoulders, walked into the kitchen, standing behind Joe, about 6 inches
taller than Joe and at least 100 pounds heavier, but still a good, muscular
shape.
     Suddenly, Joe felt the big arm slip between his thighs, then the large
hand cupping Joe's genitals, finally lifting Joe off the floor with just
that hand and arm using his other arm to turn Joe to face him, gripping
both the young man's buttocks tightly.
     "Oh, no, let me finish our supper, man, it's almost ready."
     "No, Joey, I'm too horny and I need to cum right now, ya got it?  I'm
gonna set you down and you are gonna get those shorts and T off right now?
You hear?' he yelled.
     The tall man practically dropped Joe on the floor, watching him as he
slipped his shorts and briefs down and off his feet, then his t-shirt over
his head.  Joey was slender with well defined muscles and a proportioned
shape, especially slim hips and a bold set of buttocks.
     Joey pleaded,"Please man, don't fuck me, you hurt me, let me suck you
off - I can do that real good, you know, but don't fuck me, man." Joey
turned to face the man with a pleading look on his face.
     "Now, Joey, didn't I wait until you were 18 before I fucked you for
the first time, I never did it to you before that, but you're 18 now.  Now
shut up and get up on that table, lay down on your back because I'm going
to give you a royal fuck you'll never forget."
     Joe reluctantly climbed on top of the table onto his back, pulling his
legs up over his chest, exposing his tender asshole toward the man, still
unhappy about being fucked.
     "Geez, Rocco, I know you're my brother and all, but you shouldn't do
this, even if I am 18 now; what would happen to your stripes if they knew
that you were screwing your brother a couple times a week."
     "You little shit, you're my brother and I can do what I want with you
and you won't tell anybody.  I'm supporting you now, you get a room and
food and my company; what more could you want?"
     Rocco had gotten completely undressed by that time, and Joey looked at
his brother's body, tall and well-muscled, especially pecs and abs, covered
with a light dusting of black hair, slender hips and full buttocks over
well-proportioned thighs and calves.  At the apex of those legs hung a
sagging scrotum of large testicles under a weighty cut cock, not wide but
with a huge, bulging cockhead which was much larger around than the shaft
itself.  Joey really loved his brother, his body, his dick and balls, but
wished he weren't so rough.
     Moving toward Joey, "Quit complaining, Joey, I'm really hot right now,
won't take me long to fill you ass with lots of hot cream."
     "Damn it, Rocco, at least you could use a condom.  Who knows where
that thing's been."
     Rocco placed his hands on Joey's buttocks, pulling them apart while
both thumbs reached for his asshole, pressing into the wrinkled flesh and
entering the anus, spreading those lips to ready them for his cock, now
knocking at the door.
     Joey groaned loudly, cringing as the huge cockhead pushed against his
sphincter, harder and stronger until the head popped into Joey's
asshole. He used no lubricant except his pre-cum and Joey was hurting,
moaning softly, but so tensed up, muscles cramped and stinging, his
breathing rapid and irregular and his heart pounding heavily in his
chest. Joey held his genitals in his hands tightly, trying to protect them
from the onslaught in his ass. There was nothing he could do but suffer
quietly so Rocco won't rough him up again, that last time he couldn't work
for two days.
     Rocco was shoving his cock into Joey's hole, harder and faster each
thrust, driving his dick deeper, to it's seven inch limit. He was sweating,
getting hotter and burning with his desire for release, swelling and
surging, pushing his love juice up and finally out, swamping Joey's rectum
with the white, clotted liquid, scalding the tender tissues.  He noted at
the time that Joey's cock had also shot three or four streams of his cum to
puddle on his muscular chest.
     "Oh, Joey, that was the greatest, you have such a fantastic ass, just
sucks my cock dry and eats it up. I'm so lucky to have a fag for a
brother!"
     "Damn it, Rocco, that hurt me, you know it did.  I can't take that
much longer, even if you are my brother!"
     Rocco started laughing while he pulled out his cock, wiping it with a
clean napkin from the table setting. "You little bastard, you came, I saw
your jism splash on your chest, so you must have liked it. That's what
tells me I'm still going to fuck you when and where I want. So shut up.
I'm going to shower, then I'll eat."
     That night, after Rocco had left for his assignment, Joey lay in his
narrow bed, undressed down to his briefs, still feeling the burning and
stinging in his asshole from Rocco's fucking him.  Joey''s eyes were full
of tears, because his bottom hurt, but also he was disappointed that his
brother could make no confession of love.  He sobbed quietly, sorry for
himself, but also sorry for Rocco because Joey knew Rocco was gay, but
wouldn't admit it to himself or to Joey.  Sometimes, with the giant hard
cock stuck in Joey's ass, his brother would gently caress his flesh almost
absent mindedly, his legs and buttocks, once in a while tweaking his tits.
He had to admit to himself that the screwing turned him on some, but it
still hurt him, sometimes more than others.  If only Rocco would admit he
really loved him and they could have sex because they did love each other,
then Joey would be happy because he loved and admired his brother, rough as
he may be.
     Slowly, gently, Joey sniffed a bit, slid his briefs down to his knees
and held his cock and balls, softly fingering his sex organs, trying to
excite them while he fantasized about his favorite man in River City,
Lieutenant Nils Berger.  Joey served him at the Hob Nob almost every day,
trying to give him the best service of any of his customers.  Joey knew
that Nils looked at him a lot, staring at his crotch and butt. He
frequently dreamed of being alone with 'his' Nils.
      Joey now is frantically pounding his cock, visualizing Nils face and
figure, especially his buttocks in those tight uniform pants.  He is
pounding his stiff ramrod with a tight fist, pulling on his balls in their
sack as he did so, setting up the tense ecstacy he felt throughout his
naked body, the tight muscles feeding his love craze when the tidal wave of
semen and sperm shot out onto his sheets and his chest, pooling there.  As
his breathing slowed and his fevered blood started to cool, Joey relaxed,
turned over and was soon asleep, the stress having been eased.  The vision
of Nils' handsome face, his light blond hair and killer smile was the last
image in his brain as Joey drifted off.


     The next morning the scene at campaign headquarters in River City was
much more active than a few weeks earlier, with phones ringing and more
people to answer them, computers printing and people to run them, even more
printed campaign literature being put into envelopes by more young men and
women from the college.  And Liz Crouse handled all the activity, helpers
and employees, besides planning strategy with Mike and his backers, also
keeping Mike on task, getting him to luncheons, dinners, afternoon and
evening meetings to spread his ideas and views with the electorate.
     With all that, Liz still needed help so Brian had been promoted to
office manager, since he and Mike had come to an agreement about his
schooling last night.  They found that the local college had a curriculum
for high school seniors which would give the student high school and
college credit at the same time, which course gives them also the
opportunity of a more flexible schedule combining work and studies.  Brian,
with Mike as his guardian even though he didn't need one, had registered
for the fall semester and would start in a few weeks.
     Brian's desk adjoined Liz's desk mainly for more immediate access in
some of those frenetic times when they were both too busy to do more than
keep their heads above water.  This day, the day after Adam was introduced
to Nils, Brian awoke to find that Adam was on his long morning run and
wouldn't be back before Brian had to be a work, frustrating him because he
couldn't ask him about his appointment (or date?) with Nils. Well, he'd
just have to hold his curious mind until he could talk to Adam later today.
     Just before lunch, Brian was trying to look busy but his mind was
concentrating on Mike, his lover and partner, remember their lovemaking the
previous day on Adam's new bed even before he'd ever slept in it.  Brian's
dick was rock hard, aimed up at his navel behind his waist band, hiding
under his large T-shirt, he couldn't stop recalling the love he gave Mike
all over his wonderful body, especially his huge cock which shot streams of
his hot cum down his throat. He couldn't forget how sexy it was to suck and
lick each one of Mike's toes, he knew his dick was dripping on his pants.
     "Pardon me, Brian, could I talk to you for a minute?"
     Totally consumed by his day-dreaming, Brian didn't even hear Ben
Heskett talking to him. So Ben tried again.
     "Brian," he repeated more loudly, "can you hear me?"
     This time he got through to Brian who sat up, automatically tried to
hide his erection behind some papers he'd been supposedly reading, then
looked at Ben and answered,"I'm sorry, Ben, I guess I was daydreaming, I
didn't mean to ignore you," he smiled, slightly embarrassed, remembering
just what he was day dreaming about, "why don't you sit down," he pointed
to the chair beside his desk.
     "What can I help you with, Ben." Brian was entranced by Ben's eyes,
the kind that used to be called 'bedroom' eyes, deep set with narrowed lids
sending a very sexy message, he thought.
     Ben reddened, shyly speaking softly but very seriously, "I need to
talk to someone, and I don't know anyone else that I could talk to," he
bowed his head, looking at the floor, then into Brian's brilliant blue
eyes, "Brian, I don't know what to do, and you are part of my problem," he
hastily held up his palm, " oh, no, it isn't your problem, it's mine, but
it concerns you in a way."  Again he waited, obviously decided just what to
say. "If we could, maybe we should go somewhere else?"
     Brian considered what Ben had said, feeling that his problem was
serious, and since it somehow included himself, he'd better help. "Well,
Ben, it's almost lunch time so why don't we leave a little early, get some
lunch, " he quickly said, "it's my treat, Ben, and I'll drive us up to the
River Bluffs State Park and we'll talk.  OK?"
     Ben finally smiled, "Thanks, Brian, that would be great."
     
     Brian selected a wooden table almost at the edge of the steep cliffs
where they sat and started to eat their lunch.  Neither said much while
they ate, though Brian did ask questions of Ben about his life and
situation, such as his touchy financial position, having acquaintances but
no close friends and his family's farm.
      After they finished and had thrown their trash in the barrel, the two
young men sat side by side on the bench, facing the drop to the river far
below.  The whole park was clear of any other people, very quiet, beckoned
the visitor to relax, beautiful greenery everywhere.  Brian had come to
think that Ben wasn't going to speak, so he'd better get the conference
initiated himself.
     "Ben," Brian started, "Can you tell me what the problem is that
concerns me?"  He smiled at Ben, "Just bring it out so we can look at the
issue."  While he was staring at he eyes, he was immediately aware that
Ben's eyes were full of tears.
     But Ben shook his head, wiped his tears with the back of his hand,
then spoke, "Brian, please don't hate me when you hear this," he coughed
and turn very pale, "I don't blame you if you are mad, but I couldn't help
it."  His hands were shaking and he moved nervously on his feet.
     At that moment Ben finally told Brian exactly what happened when he
was using the rest room, what he had overheard about Brian and Mike, but he
thought they were great as lovers.
     Brian turned ashen and closed his eyes as the whole story came out,
all that he and Mike have been trying to keep secret will spread all over
the territory and there goes the reelection campaign.  As his mind whirled,
his breathing slowed while he seemed to be in shock.  What could he do now?
What will Ben do now, who will he tell all this to or to whom has he
already told?  Keep calm, Brian, be careful with this young man, but you
have to find out his intentions.
     Brian spoke quietly, "Ah, Ben, you have some highly explosive
information now, and of course I'm wondering what you plan to do with it.
Have you told anyone besides me?"
     Ben jumped up, standing in front of Brian, trying desperately to
explain that he would never tell anyone.  "Oh no! I know that this stuff
could be very damaging to you and Mike Keith, but I have no intention of
telling anyone, Brian, I wouldn't do that."  Ben wrapped his arms around
himself as if to keep warm, but probably more to calm his nerves, give him
control.
     Brian had watched Ben, standing before him, searching his tall,
slender body, his mildly attractive face with its honest, earnest
expression, and his clothes, a short sleeve cotton plaid shirt with light
blue jeans which were fairly tight.  What attracted Brian's gaze most was a
huge bulge at Ben's crotch and then in the back where the jeans were
stretched tightly over his buttocks, yet somehow pulled deep into his rear
cleavage.  He also noticed Ben's chest where the young man's nipples stuck
out under the shirt, very erect and pointed. Brian decided that he could go
for this guy, but, being true to Mike, he never would, yet hoped he could
enjoy his company some more.
     Brian needed to ask Ben another question, a very important one to
himself, "Ben, you can answer this question or not, either way it's ok. Are
you gay?"
     "NO!, he yelled, then more quietly, "no, I don't think so," he bowed
his head, one hand mussing his hair, looking back at Brian through a few
tears, "oh, hell, I think I am, Brian, and I just don't know what way to
turn ."
     Brian stood up, moved beside Ben and threw an arm around his
shoulders, trying to calm him since he looked to be in shock.  "Ben, you
probably know down deep whether you are gay or not, but if you are it isn't
the end of the world.  A gay man puts up with lots of trouble, harassment
and stress, but the rewards can be tremendous as I've found out falling in
love with Mike and him with me, our lives have been blessed with lots of
love and affection, mutual intellect and understanding.  We also enjoy
undying respect and admiration, and exciting sexual enjoyment and
fulfillment between us.  What can I say, if you are lucky, that's what you
can get."
     Ben turned to face Brian and hugged him tightly, his mouth at Brian's
ear when he spoke, "So I guess I'm gay, can you help me? I don't know what
to do."
     Hugging the young man Brian could not help enjoying the feeling of
Ben's body, muscles and flesh and from what he could see, a large cock and
balls to go with the butt of an Adonis or David.  Brian couldn't help
dreaming, visualizing his naked, full buttocks and a large cock, though
unable to decide if he would be cut or uncut, not knowing much of his
background.  The dick would be slightly erect, seeping through the foreskin
onto his shorts, on its way to full erection.
     Standing there with Ben, holding him close, already dreaming of his
body, Brian realized that he must break this physical connection before he
goes too far, already his cock has risen much too hard in his khakis.
Though he regrets having to let go, he pulls away and suggests that they
get back to the city. While on the way back in Brian's car, they talk about
Ben's situation and where he can go from here.  Brian asks Ben to give him
some time to figure out what to do, and reminds the young man the he,
Brian, is pledged to Mike and nothing will break that contract.
     Letting Ben off at the campaign office, Brian said, "Give me a chance
to help, Ben, don't take any chances.  I know we can help you, yes, I will
tell Mike about you and I know he'll be glad to help. OK?"
     "Ok, Brian, and thanks so much." He smiled, "I'll see you at
work. Bye."

     Suddenly, Brian realized he was behind Lt. Nils Berger's police car
which almost immediately pulled into a parking place in from of the Hob Nob
Restaurant. He decided to talk to Nils and found a parking place a little
further toward the square.
     Walking into the restaurant, Brian looked around and finally found
Lr. Berger alone at a large booth in the back corner where he went over to
join him.
     "Hi, Lieutenant, are you waiting for someone, or can I sit with you?"
     Nils who had been studying the menu which he had practically
memorized, looked up to see Brian and smiled, "Hi Brian, no, I'm alone, and
would enjoy your company.  Would you like some lunch?"
     Brian slid along the bench seat, "No, thanks, I already had lunch, but
I need to ask you a question if you don't mind."
     Nils nodded, "Sure, go ahead."
     "First, Mike told you about he and I and our situation, didn't he? I'm
mean what we signify to each other, being partners in all ways.  Right?"
     Nils hesitated, wondering just what to say.
     "It's Ok Nils, I know he did.  All I want you to do is just say it."
     "Yes, Mike told me and Adam told me more.  Just to set the record
straight, I have no problem with your relationship, in fact I do envy you
very much.  You see, you have someone to be with and to love."  Then he
thought, unfortunately, I have not been so graced or so lucky.
       Nils turned back to the menu, regretting that he'd been so open with
Brian.
     "Nils," Brian said quietly, "didn't you like Adam?"
     He looked up, startled, then realized that Brian would know they had
met and talked.  He looked at Brian, then gradually a smile smoothed his
face, those ultra blue eyes sparkled and he actually blushed, "Brian, we
talked, but nothing else, though I think it is in the realm of possibility
that something might happen.  Yes, I like him very much."
     "Well, Nils, he has no one besides Mike and me. No one that he loves."
He took hold of Nils hand across the table, releasing it almost
immediately, "No one," he paused, "and he deserves someone."
     At the waiter's station, Joey had been watching Lt. Berger and the
young man for quite a while, focusing on the two hands holding for just a
few seconds.  Hmmm, he thought, wonder who the young guy is, he's cute as
hell, and why he'd be holding Lt. Berger's hand here, though I've seen him
somewhere, can't remember.  Well, I'd better take their order and maybe
find out some things.
     Joey still walked with difficulty after the fucking he got the night
before, his butt still hurt a lot even though he tried to walk normally.
     "Hi, Lt. Berger, can I take your order?  And your friend, or is this
your nephew, maybe?"
     Nils laughed, "Nosy are we, today, Joey? Well, you can take my order
and can meet a new friend of mine, Brian Whitlow, he's here from Washington
and is helping with Congressman Keith's campaign where he also worked in
Washington."
     The light lit for Joey, this was the guy he saw with the Congressman
the other day, leaving the campaign office.
     "Hi, I'm Joey Montoni and this is my station.  Good to meet you, and
any friend of the lieutenant's is a friend of mine," he paused, smiling,
"specially if you tip real well."
     Both Nils and Brian laughed and Brian said, "I'll try to remember
that."
          Nils ordered and Brian had a root beer.  While they waited, Nils
told Brian about Joey, their waiter, whose brother, Rocco, is a sergeant
with the police under Nils, and with whom he lives in their parent's former
house, though the parents were long dead.
     "I've worried about Joey," Nils admitted, "his brother, Rocco, is a
bully and not very bright, so I'm afraid he terrorizes Joey and I've been
wondering if he abuses Joey, I wouldn't doubt it.  You see, I'm positive
Joey is gay, well, 90 % sure and I know that Rocco hates gays.  I wouldn't
wonder if he also terrorizes any of those he finds."
     "Would he send a bomb and threatening note?" Brian wondered.
     Nils thought, "I wouldn't have considered that, but now that you
mention .... "
     "Here's your order, Lieutenant, and a root beer, I hope it is all
right."
     "Sure," Nil said, "just fine.  Thanks, Joey. And yes, there will be a
tip."  He laughed as did Joey and Brian.  Joey left.

     After they ate, Brian told Nils about the young man, Ben Heskett, he'd
met at the campaign office, a college student working his way through,
trying with two jobs to get enough ahead to finish.  He didn't have anyone
to talk to and Brian had agreed to help him with his problem.  Brian also
told Nils just how Ben had decided he was the one to talk to, overhearing
what he did from the rest room in the campaign office..
     "You see, Lieutenant, he is sure he is gay and doesn't know what to
do, no experience at all, and he is a nice looking young man, no stunner,
but very pleasant and well built.  So, I'm supposed to figure out how to
help him without actually getting involved myself."
     Nils spoke up, "Are you sure that he isn't going to spread this
information he got?"
     "I'm betting on it, Lieutenant, actually betting a hell of a lot on
it.  I'm sure he won't, especially if I can find a way to help him."
     At that point their waiter, Joey, appeared at the table to present the
bill and clean up. "Will there be anything else, gents?"
     "That's it, thanks Joey.'
     "You're welcome, come in again." Joey waggled his eyebrows, rolling
his eyes then walked away, still slightly limping..
     Brian and Nils solemnly looked at each other, then, "Could be Rocco."

     
     Brian headed to the lake and home, hoping to clean up and wait for
Mike to get back for supper and maybe a quick sail or swim, or maybe ......
even .... SEX!!!  He giggled as he drove in the lane and parked beside the
cabin, oh boy, oh boy, he muttered as he thought about the possibilities of
their making love today as he went in the cabin, taking off all his
clothes.  Brian couldn't help posing in front of the big mirror, first some
muscle poses then running his hands over his naked body, watching himself.
He turned around, spreading his buttocks and tried to see his asshole as he
bent over, but had trouble turning his head around far enough. He tried
bending way over and looking through his legs with his butt still spread
toward the mirror, but got dizzy and fell on the floor.
     He got up and laughed at himself, casually playing with his cock and
balls, then felt the need to take a bath, luxuriating in the slick soap and
aromatic oils Mike had gotten him.  While the tub filled with warm water,
he applied the oils and bath foam into which he carefully stepped and
gradually sat down, stretching out and laying back with his neck against
the rim.  He started caressing his body from his shoulders to his crotch
until his cock finally stood up and saluted, the head sticking just above
the soapy film on the surface where Brian's fingers titillated the spongy
flesh until the whole dick began to pulsate.  The warm water, combined with
Brian's tiredness, left him generally lethargic and drowsy, and while one
hand caressed his chest and the other softly fondled his large cock, he
closed his eyes, laying his head back on the bathtub rim and gradually fell
asleep.  Just before this, Brian had started the hot water tap to keep his
bath water warm, the extra slipping through the overflow outlet, therefore
keeping him comfortable in his watery surround while he slept.

     The Mustang droned powerfully, taking Mike from yet another dinner
where he was the main speaker, outlining his work in Congress and his
projects for the future.  He was very tired, barely able to hold his eyes
on the road, but fortunately he was almost home at the cabin for which he
was very grateful.  Finally he pulled up beside the cabin, parking parallel
to Brian's rental car, a red Ford Escort, nothing great but cheap enough
for the long run.  Since the future for Brian and Mike was not exactly
defined for the next few weeks, they decided to keep renting that car for
the time being.  Adam had also rented a pickup truck for himself, feeling
that kind of vehicle would be more useful than another car for the three of
them, a large Dodge Ram truck, powerful and speedy, with a large capacity
bed in back.

     Mike could only think of a shower and nap, hoping Brian was eager
because he missed his lover desperately and they hadn't been very close for
a while.  Actually, Mike was horny as hell, getting erections ... dripping
ones .... at uncomfortable times, even while give a speech that day, he was
glad that he wore briefs which could contain his big cock and the seepage.
He never did like boxers because he always felt like he wasn't wearing any
underwear at all, felt no support to control his dangling balls and floppy
dick.
     Mike reached the porch, found the door locked, after unlocking it
walked into the living room, quietly because he thought Brian might be
taking a nap.  Taking his suit and shirt and tie and shoes off in the
bedroom, Mike wondered where Brian was since his car was outside.  Stripped
down to his briefs, the sexy congressman moved soundlessly to the bathroom,
hoping to get a shower and be cleaned up before he saw his beautiful, blond
lover.
     Unfortunately, that wasn't to be a possibility because on reaching the
bathroom door, he couldn't miss his partner, lying back in the bathtub
covered with soap suds and apparently asleep, his head turned toward the
door so Mike could see a handsome, relaxed face, lips slightly open, where
occasionally a bubble would form and burst with his breathing.  Mike
smiled, so attracted to this gorgeous young man, who was especially
attractive when asleep and totally relaxed that the dark-haired man choked
up, bringing tears suddenly to his deep, brown eyes.  So, Brian was taking
a nap, probably an unscheduled one, but a nap nonetheless.
     An adoring smile on his face, Mike knelt beside the tub, leaning over
Brian to give him a kiss, but instead ran his tongue along those pink lips
from one end to the other.  Brian didn't wake until Mike had licked his
lips the third or fourth time, and he suddenly jerked to life, splashing
water all over Mike and the floor.  His eyes were wide with alarm before he
realized that his lover was over him, but then sent a warm glow into Mike's
eyes.
     "Mike, I didn't hear you come in."
     "No wonder, you were snoozing in a deep siesta, blowing bubbles
through your lips. So cute, but it is a wonder that you didn't drown."
     Brian blushed deeply, embarrassed with Mike's teasing.
     "Did I? I didn't think I snored," Brian whined, then smiled when Mike
did, "you are so bad."
     Mike roared, "Me bad?  You haven't seen anything yet."
     He pushed Brian back in the tub and abruptly climbed in the tub,
landing on top of the younger man in a rush causing Brian to exhale
involuntarily with a loud 'woof'.  He also caused a massive tidal wave over
the side of the tub which headed for the drain in the tile floor, a useful
device included by the thoughtful contractor when building the cabin.  It
is an unknown factor whether that contractor had envisioned an incident
such as had just occurred.
     Mike wrapped his arms around his naked, slippery lover, pressing is
lips hard against those of his partner, feeling them respond to his kiss.
Brian's arms encircled Mike, down his back and to his buttocks.
     "Mike, you still have your underwear on, you really are naughty,
aren't you."  He laughed and grabbed the waist band, pulled them off Mike's
butt, while Mike helped slide them off his legs.  The tub was not a large
one so the two sizable men were slightly cramped, though they passionately
enjoyed the marvel of their naked flesh sliding along the other's.  Neither
one could help it if their hands caressed and fondled the juiciest parts of
each other's anatomy.
     Mike still lay on top of Brian, holding his head between his large
hands, placing kisses gently all over his head, forehead and temples,
carefully on his eyes then a quick one on the tip of his pert little nose,
cheeks and chin.  He started toward Brian's neck but was not very pleased
with the taste of soap.
     "Dear love, could we actually wash up a bit, then head for our bed?
Would that be ok?"
     Brian instantly became a whirlwind of hands and soap all over Mike's
body, including especially his cock and balls, his buttocks and his saucy
looking anus deep inside those full, twin melons, so alluring and enticing,
inviting kneading and handling without ceasing.  At that point Mike joined
in to make sure his lover was as clean as he had become. He knelt on top of
Brian, again holding his head, smoothing back his now dark blond hair,
tight to his skull, completely contrary to his usual style of short, loose
casual locks.  Mike couldn't help tearing up a bit to think how much he
loved Brian, how much he needed him and depended on him to fulfill his
life, his existence and his reality.
     Mike told Brian all this quietly while kissing him heatedly,
especially his ears, the lobes and shell-like turns and windings,
alternately licking and sucking, digging his tongue as deep as possible
into the ear canal.  Mike didn't notice, but Brian was moaning continually,
unable to resist Mike's ministrations or even react to the loving he was
receiving.
     "Mike, love, you have overwhelmed me, and whether you can feel it or
not, my cock is almost ready to burst to spray both of us with my love.  I
don't want to come yet, please."
     The dark-haired man sat back on his heels and reached down between
them to find Brian's prick at full gorge in exquisite fervor, slick with
water and soap which Mike used to slide his hand up and down, slowly,
squeezing the spongy cockhead, pulling under the head rim to the thick base
merged in the very light blond, almost a white-gold, the same hair color
with which his leg and buttocks were lightly dusted.  He moved toward Brian
so that he could hold his own cock and Brian's at the same time, just
holding them, trying not to arouse his love too much.
     "Mike, please," Brian quietly pleaded with his lover.
     "Ok, dear heart, I will be patient.  Let's rinse and dry off, and then
get to bed," Mike smiled with a dangerously wicked grin as he gave Brian's
cock one last squeeze and a soapy kiss on the tip.  "Blagh! Not very tasty,
like it usually is!"
     Separately, the two men rinsed off quickly in the shower which was
built for only one, following which each grabbed a towel, trying to dry the
other but mostly getting in each other's way. To solve the problem, Mike
bent over, grabbed Brian behind the knees and under the arms, carrying him
out of the bathroom until he reached the bed.  Brian had wrapped his arms
around Mike's neck, most comfortable being in Mike's arms, in his warmth
and protection and care. Brian normally would have been quite a load for
Mike to carry, but the situation, his love and vast desire gave him
abnormal strength to safeguard his young partner, his reason for living.
     "Brian, what can I say to help you understand - that I'm so much in
love with you every minute of every day, and it's all your fault for being
so loving and just plain wonderful, well, and just a little bit because you
are the most beautiful man I've ever seen, from the first day I saw you in
the House up to this instant.  You are my dream, my vision and my future."
     Brian smiled broadly into Mike's eyes, "I could say the same thing,
Mike, and every word of that would be the absolute truth. We are sort of
like Siamese twins, only we're joined at the cock." He laughed, then
abashed, said,"Sorry about that!" and laughed again.
     Brian pulled on Mike's shoulders, reaching up to kiss Mike on the
lips, then releasing his arms sliding down Mike's body until he was
kneeling in front of his lover with the half erect dick in his mouth, his
tongue tickling the head furiously.
     Mike reached down and, holding Brian under the arms, pulled him up,
hugging and embracing his young lover to his own naked body.  "There will
be plenty of time for that later," he smiled at Brian.  The two men kissed
hungrily, their tongues investigated each other's teeth and gums, so inward
and personal, insinuating themselves deep into the other's mouth, becoming
so excited by that intimacy.  Mike placed one large hand on Brian's
buttocks and one on the back of his head, exulting in his love and his
beautiful body, pressing him into his own naked space.
     "Mike, I'm loving this, but, man, I want you to make love to me, make
love inside me, please, I'm so hot, I'm so excited."  Brian's body usually
was light toned, a little tan, but mostly very fair, matching his blond
hair, yet as he was pleading with Mike, the older man noticed that his
chest, shoulders, neck and face were flushed, almost a crimson red, from
his sexual excitement. His nipples seemed to glow, radiating from his
gleaming pectorals, just as his intense blue eyes sparkled, slightly
moister than usual, staring intensely into Mike's face.  Mike noticed this
and felt that he should do what he asked.
     Mike held Brian more tightly, and smiled, "Your wish is my command, my
mate and dear friend, I would enjoy nothing more than to be with you and
love you and your sexy body, especially these bits you have hanging between
your legs."  He grinned broadly, clutched Brian's cock and balls and gave
Brian a very slippery and mushy kiss, pushing him backward to lay on the
bed.
     Looking down at this enticing, adoring man who was his for life, Mike
slowly crawled on the bed, spreading his knees around the young blond's
hips, gently lowering himself onto Brian's so vibrant flesh, pressing chest
to chest, nipples to nipples and rigid cock to an unbending erect dick.
Again, the two men embraced each other's muscles, jamming their deep red
lips together while their tongues fought to invade each other's hot,
slippery mouths, headed down their ravenous throats.
     Mike spoke thickly, his emotions right on the surface, "This is my
show, love, you can help, but this time I'm in charge of making love to
you.  This is going to be just one way for the time being, please don't try
to make love to me too, we'll get there together."
     He held Brian so close, their cheeks mashed tightly, then Mike's lips
spread his kisses over Brian's face, ears and neck, causing an even greater
radiation of the young blond's blushing skin.  Mike licked in the shoulder
crotch by Brian's neck, nuzzling closely, branching out to his broad
shoulder muscles which were hard yet still supple.  He moved his head from
side to side, treating both shoulders equally.
     By raising Brian's arms to lay behind his head, he bared the young
man's pits, provided with light blond hair, but not a whole lot of it.
Mike preceded to force his nose and mouth into the pits, one side then the
other, slathering saliva through the sparse hair, picking up the taste and
scent of Brian's pits, slightly biting and pungent since he's been sweating
from the heat of his arousal and blushing.  Mike licked both pits as clean
as he could, cherishing the flavor of Brian's body and the intimate nature
of his loving.
     Mike continued down Brian's body, loving with his lips and tongue the
young man's nipples and tits, his navel then pubes, and finally running his
tongue up the underside of large fully swollen cock to the soft, yielding
cockhead. Playing with Brian's pecs with one hand, he fingered his scrotum
and balls with the other, and slowly slid his mouth over the bulging head
and down the shaft until the head rested in his throat.  The smooth skin
over the hard flesh of the prick was like velvet, soft and yielding, and
that was what Mike's tongue was feverishly attacking rubbing and
fluttering, pushing into the cockhead slit while lubricating the whole rod
with the hot, slippery saliva.  As he did this, he moved his one hand to
Brian's face, carefully feeling his facial features until he let his
fingers lightly rub over his tender, full lips, bright red with desire and
hot blood.  Slowly, Mike pushed his middle finger between the lips, coating
them with Brian's own saliva, rubbing back and forth.  Gradually the finger
slid further into Brian's mouth, over his teeth, hard and slick and his
gums soft but resistant, and sliding over the surfaces of his cheeks, so
intimate, then rubbing the tongue he found over and under.  This was
arousing Mike's blood more than anything else he'd done. It seemed as if
he'd found the sensation of having a secondary penis being sucked.  He was
getting close himself and had to stop.
     Brian had been squirming and writhing under Mike, enjoying everything,
but wanting even more to be love, to have his love channel filled with
Mike's cock. His groaning and moaning went on until he yelled, "Mike, Mike,
please make love to my ass.  I'm going to explode if you don't soon."
     Mike raised his eyes up to Brian's, smiling as best he could with a
huge cock in his mouth, sending his love through his eyes. He mumbled,
"Ok."
     Pulling his mouth off the madly pulsing sex organ, Mike drew each ball
into the warmth and moisture of his mouth, one at a time, much too big to
do it together.  His tongue laved the wrinkled skin, then pushed the
testicle around in his mouth.  Having gotten them completely sloppy and
warmed, Mike continued his journey between Brian's legs, along the perineum
skin, so sensitive and delicate with more nerve endings than anywhere else
in his body.  Pushing Brian's legs up toward his head where Brian took over
hold them there, entirely exposing his quivering asshole to Mike's view,
the surround flesh just slightly bruised from his last loving inside it.
     Mike's cock was dripping pre-cum, practically flowing out of the
cockhead slit and when he gently pressed the head against the wrinkled ass
lips it slip into Brian's asshole. It felt to Mike that Brian's asshole had
sucked the head inside by some force of vacuity.  His sexual excitement at
its height, Mike couldn't hold back but shoved his whole fleshy shaft
directly into Brian's hole, through it and into the heat and softness of
his loving channel, nestling in there next to the prostate gland which
Mike's cock had hit, startling Brian into the throes of sexual ecstasy and
he yelled.
     "Mike, Mike, I'm coming, please come with me - shoot with me.  Get
that cock moving fast."
     Mike thrust his hips against Brian's bottom, slapping and banging over
and over until his own climax was almost there.  He felt the tingling in
his ass and up his butt and spine, fluttering around his shoulders and
neck, then head and ever scalp.  The flood started inside his balls, a
torrent in waves through his urethra and finally out his cockhead,
engulfing the whole of Brian's innards where he felt the hot cum reach
depths never attained before.
     When Brian felt the flood, he knew he could release his own tight
muscles and let his streams of cum out to puddle on his stomach and navel.
Mike could feel when that happened because Brian's sphincter tightened on
his cock which was still pounding out the love juice.  Laying Brian's legs
down to the bed, Mike lay back down on Brian and they embraced, hugging
spastically, gripping their arms and sides, kissing frantically and
intensely until they both were too tired to do more than lay there.  Mike
slid off Brian's body and lay beside him, holding his young lover tightly
to his body.
     Brian finally spoke, "That was ... ugh .... incredible, Mike, the best
ever."
     "It was for me, too, Brian, I love you so much, you do mean everything
to me, you know that?"
     "Of course I do, and same for me, man.  But now I have to rest.  Sleep
with me."
     Both men were tired, but the adrenalin was still racing in their blood
while they cuddled and tried to sleep.
     Brian whispered, "Mike, I think of Bryan so often, and wish we could
have had a chance to help him.  I feel so badly about his suicide, he
needed help .... and you did help, I'm sure ....  but he couldn't wait."
     Mike could tell that tears were dripping from Brian's eyes, and choked
up, too. "Brian, I'm afraid our 'help' was too little and too late, mostly
too late.  Back when we were 14, I really did love him, Brian, I did, but I
was so scared of the words 'male/male love' and afraid of being labeled
queer, I just couldn't handle it, even though I was pleased that he wanted
me sexually." He stopped, "I guess we'll simply have to send up some
prayers for his soul, hoping he's in Good Hands.  And maybe, Brian, you and
I can help someone else like Bryan, who is lost in dire need."
     "Come on, we'd better get a little rest. Nothing like a little
'afternoon delight' followed by a cosy nap."  He kissed Brian adoringly, "I
love and need you so much, don't ever leave me!"
     Brian kissed back, "I love you so please you don't ever leave me,
either!"
     Their muscles finally relaxed, their passion assuaged and their cocks
silently returning to their normal resting state as both men slept.


     Mike's cell phone buzzed, loud enough to wake him, but fortunately not
Brian. He looked at his lover sleeping next to him on the bed and smiled,
he loved him so much and hoped never to be very far from him, ever.  A
small prayer to God that they should be together forever formed in Mike's
mind, sending it aloft on wings of his fervent longing.
     He moved into the living room to answer the call quietly, so as not to
wake Brian.
     "Hello."
     "Is this Congressman Keith?"
     "Yes it is, who's calling please?"
     A slight pause, followed by, "Oh, Congressman, pardon me, I was trying
to hear what Liz was saying. This is David at your campaign office where I
am now and where Liz Crouse asked me to call to see if you could send Brian
to the office, because there seems to be a problem with some of the
necessary papers for the County Board of Elections.  He could pick them up
and take home to you to check over and sign.  I know this is a rush, but
she would like to have these ready to be taken over first thing in the
morning."
     Mike hesitated, wondering what the problem could be, but then thought
that Brian has had a good rest, and he'd be back before time to eat.
     "Yes, David, he'll come in right now. Shouldn't be more than 20
minutes. OK?"
     David replied quickly, "Oh, yes sir, that would be great.  I'll tell
Liz to expect him in about 20 minutes. And thank you.  Bye."  Joey wept
salty tears and cried silently as he hung up his home phone, holding his
hands to his face, praying for forgiveness.
     "Goodbye," Mike mumbled as he hung up, still wondering about the
problem.  He thought that all that paperwork had been signed, sealed and
delivered.  His next thought was, 'why wake Brian, I could go and be back
within an hour.'
     Mike had already dressed, though very casually after their afternoon
delight, but when he looked for his car keys, he remembered they were in
his suit pants on the bed where Brian was probably dreaming of sex and him,
he hoped.  He hated to wake him, not sure quite what to do, when he spotted
Brian's keys to his rental Ford Escort on the dining table.  That's easy,
I'll take his car and won't wake him.
     Mike did walk quietly into the bedroom, leaned over the bed and
lightly kissed Brian on the top of his head. His heart gave an extra strong
pulse as it reacted to his strong devotion to his partner in love and a
single tear trickled from his eye to course down his cheek.  Back in the
living room, he wrote a short note to Brian to explain his absence.
     Picking up the keys, Mike gave one last look into the bedroom at his
other self, then left the cabin.  He started the car, turning around and
heading for the main road, not noticing that Brian had run onto the porch,
calling to him, unhappy that he had missed him, wondering why he took his
rental car and not the Mustang.  He wouldn't find the note for some hours.
     
     The red Escort Mike was driving was not to be compared to his own
Mustang, especially in acceleration, but he easily turned onto the main
road heading north to River City, straightening out smoothly on the two
lane country road.  Not used to the car, Mike readjusted the seat for his
height, then settled down for the 20 minute drive.
     Mike had not noticed just after his turn that a large, beat up pickup
truck pulled on the road a few hundred yards behind him, keeping pace with
him, in no hurry.  When Mike reached a practically deserted area with only
fields and woods near the road, the pickup speeded up and soon was just
behind Mike, bumpers almost touching.
     Glancing into his rear view mirror, Mike is startled to see a pickup
so close to his rear, so he speeded up some thinking he may have been
unconsciously slowing down.  The pickup stayed right behind him, in fact,
the driver got even closer, close enough to give the little red car a
slight push from the back.  Mike steadied the car, but not without
difficulty.
     Now Mike was getting mad, but unsure of just what to do.  He was
breathing faster, sure that his blood pressure was near the top.  Speeding
up again was to no avail because the pickup gained on him and came up even
in the other lane. Mike looked closely at the truck, but couldn't see
through the darkened windows, and because the pickup was so much higher
than he was in the Escort.  Mike realized that the windows in the Escort
were also darkened so the truck driver probably couldn't tell who was
driving it.  All that didn't matter because the truck started driving
closer and closer toward Mike in the Escort.
     "What the hell!," Mike yelled to no one, "he's trying to push me off
the road." He pushed the gas pedal to the floor, trying to get some way out
of the situation, but the pickup stayed with him and came closer, finally
brushing the driver's side of the little car.
     Mike was thinking madly, what to do.  He stomped on the brakes, but
that didn't get him away from his attacker who came closer.  Mike's car was
on the berm now and he was very scared because after the berm was a deep
ditch and then the woods.  He tried turning violently toward the truck but
only banged up the Escort more.
     He had to get away before he was killed.  Taking a big chance, Mike
stomped on the brakes and steered away from the truck toward the ditch.  He
felt himself spinning as part of the truck struck the rear end of his car
which then spun around completely, traveling backward and toppling into the
ditch.
     The car rolled over twice coming to rest beside the huge trees of the
forest there, while Mike was praying in his mind, "Lord, get me out of
this, I can't leave Brian by himself."  When the car finally rolled
upright, Mike's head banged against the window beside him, knocking all
thoughts out of his head.
     The pickup hadn't waited to see the damage he had caused, he figured
it had been enough to make his meaning clear to Michael Keith, the fag, to
give up his boy toy and get out of the race, and now he'd make his demands
for some real money.  Turning around in the next driveway, the pickup
driver passed the little red car, all banged up, a dark figure lying
against the steering wheel, the car rocking slightly in the darkness of the
woods.  The driver continued until he reached Mike's property and his mail
box, where he pulled over, stopped and dropped a note into it.  The driver
headed back to town, feeling that he pulled off a big one.
     Mike was feeling nothing nor was he dreaming.