Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2008 22:03:36 EST
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: bandini-affair-06

The Bandini Affair 06

Draginacht@aol.com (AKA Jeff)

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Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read
such material must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty
Archive solely for the enjoyment of its readers.


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Chapter 6

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Saturday morning in Amsterdam:

Leo awoke and looked out the window to find the sun was out again but the
wind seemed blustery. He was a day ahead of schedule with nothing to do. He
wished he could change his flight reservations but that would cost quite a
bit more money than he was willing to spend. Besides, now he had an
opportunity to enjoy the city sites, other than anything having to do with
the gay lifestyle. He was examining some of the brochures that he'd pulled
from the desk drawer when the telephone rang.

"Who could that be?" Leo asked himself. Because he was already seated at
the desk, he looked at the phone for a moment, debating whether he should
answer it. Finally he reached out and picked up the handset.

"Hello?"

"Leo, this is Jan."

'Jan?' Leo wondered. 'What's he calling me for? Well, I guess I'll let him
tell me.

"Hello, Jan, how are you?"

"I am fine, Leo. I was thinking - if you are not busy I would like to show
you our city."

"Oh!" Leo was surprised. 'This is strange, I'm sitting here trying to
figure out what to do and Jan calls offering to show me around. Should I
accept? Is that all he wants? Let's see where this goes.'

"Thanks, Jan, That's very nice of you. I was just looking for somewhere to
go. By the way, where are you?"

"I am in the hotel lobby; the operator connected your phone with me. Shall
I come up?"

"No, that won't be necessary," Leo responded. "I'm all ready to go out so I
can meet you in the lobby." 'I don't need anyone coming to my room - Rolf
was one thing, this is altogether different,' Leo thought.


The elevator doors slid closed and it began its descent. 'Actually, Jan
seems like a nice guy. He's a little young but I have to admit he's good
looking. And having someone show me the city should be nice. At least I'll
be able to ask questions.' The elevator doors slid open and Leo stepped
out.


The two men had a very pleasant day. Leo relaxed rather quickly. The wind
was brisk but the sun helped him feel warm. Side-by-side, they walked to
their first destination - the "Anne Frankhuis." Leo was emotionally touched
as he climbed the steep, narrow stairway to the upper floors then looked
around at the cramped quarters. He couldn't imagine how anyone could live
in such conditions. Then he thought about the cruelty that occurred during
that period of history.

The next stop was the Heineken Brewery Museum, followed by lunch and then
the Rijksmuseum. Jan insisted that Leo visit the Vincent van Gough
Museum. The first thing that caught Leo's attention was the pronunciation
of Vincent's last name - Gough. It was more like van "Cough," with a G,
instead of van "Go." Thinking of his wife, Leo bought a print of
"Sunflowers."

They ate dinner at a nice restaurant that Jan selected and Leo couldn't
remember when he'd had a nicer time. When the two men returned to Leo's
hotel, Jan made an invitation.

"Tomorrow morning, we ask to join us for church?"

"Church?" Leo was surprised. He'd just assumed - no, he'd not even
considered that men like Rolf and Jan would be seen inside a church. But he
couldn't see how he could go because he had to catch his flight
home. "Thanks, Jan, but tomorrow morning I'll have to catch the bus to the
airport. There won't be time," Leo replied sadly.

"Peter makes offer to drive you to the airport after church," Jan added
convincingly.

 "I don't know..." he started, then paused to ponder the possibility. He
thought, 'That would be an interesting conclusion, though.' Then looking at
Jan, "What time is church?"

"We pick you up here at 0930, in the car we place your bags. And at 1000
the church starts. After church we drive you straight to the airport." Jan
was smiling now like he knew he'd done well.

"Well, that would work. Just you, me and Peter?" Leo asked. He wondered if
he'd see Rolf again.

"Yes," Jan nodded his head.

"Okay, I'd love to see your church." The two men parted company and Leo
hurried to his room to begin packing.

* * * * * * *

Sunday morning he was in the process of checking out of the hotel when Jan
arrived, placed his bags in the trunk of the car and they left for church.
Leo had no idea where he was going but he thought they were somewhere close
to the downtown area where they'd been Friday night.

The church was small and rather traditional by Leo's standards. The three
men sat in a pew: Peter next to the aisle, Leo in the middle, then Jan on
the end. Of course Leo couldn't understand the language but he was
surprised to find a familiarity to the service and the songs. He could have
sung some of them in English. About halfway through the service, Leo
detected some movement to his left and turned to see Rolf sliding in beside
Jan. Rolf smiled and nodded to Leo then took hold of Jan's hand and
squeezed it. The two men sat holding hands for the rest of the service and
Leo thought it was a sweet sight to see. He had yet to come to terms with
his attitude toward gay men but that would come.

As promised, the four of them drove to the airport in plenty of time to
catch Leo's flight. Along the way Rolf announced that he'd quit the agency
and he and Jan had agreed to become a couple. Leo was surprised that Jan
was so understanding about Rolf's continuing relationship with Helmut. But
that was for them to work out.

Leo received three long and friendly hugs before walking toward the
departure hall. Before disappearing into the crowd, he turned and waved to
his new friends as they waved back.

* * * * * * *

Leo was seated next to the aisle in 18-B and the seat next to him was
empty. He reclined his seatback slightly then lay his head back and closed
his eyes. He couldn't stop the events of his Amsterdam trip from rolling
through his mind like a Power Point presentation. The interview with Rolf
was prominent in his mind and second place was occupied by the video
"Singapore Fling." Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted.

"That seat 18-A?"

Leo opened his eyes and looked up to see a young man, possibly 17 or 18
years old, holding a backpack and looking down at him.

"Uh... yes, I think so," he replied. Without further comment, the young man
reached up, opened the overhead bin and began stuffing his backpack and
jacket inside. This gave Leo ample opportunity to examine the young man. He
was tall, at least 6 ft., maybe taller. He had a nice slender body. With
his arms raised to place his possessions in the overhead bin, the young
man's shirttail rose up exposing young skin from just below his navel to
just above it. Leo felt excited. Then Leo's eyes reached the youth's
package and they locked onto it. The young man's pants did little to
conceal a long fat tube the lay off to the right. Leo quickly diverted his
eyes when he realized the young man was about finished with the overhead
bin - no need to get caught eyeing the candy.

Leo couldn't avoid looking at the nice tight ass as the young man slid in
front of him. He felt a stiffening feeling in his shorts so he reached into
the seat pocket in front of him and pulled out a magazine to use as
cover. He wondered where this reaction was coming from. Had the experiences
of the past few days awakened some suppressed interests? He didn't yet
understand. The young man quickly turned away from Leo and appeared to go
to sleep.

Later, after the airplane leveled off at altitude, Leo retrieved his laptop
from under the seat in front of him and began reviewing the article he'd
written the two days earlier. He'd long ago adopted the practice of putting
an article aside for a day or two then coming back to edit before sending
it off to be published. And he always found improvements to make. Because
the young man was still asleep, Leo felt secure that no one else could read
his work.

At one point the sleeping young man shifted his position and Leo glanced
down to see the outline a very obvious erection stretching across the young
man's abdomen. The man's clothing offered absolutely no disguise. Leo
couldn't seem to take his eyes off it. He could almost see it pulsating -
or so he thought. He wondered where that instrument had been during its
travels? Had the young man used it to satisfy himself, several women maybe,
or even a man or two? Leo had to stop thinking such things. He closed his
eyes and laid his head back trying to fill his mind with any thoughts other
than those he'd just had. Maybe that would help his own erection go away.

* * * * * * *

After the plane reached the gate in Memphis, Leo stood in the aisle waiting
to deplane, his seat-neighbor stood behind him. That was the last time he
saw the young man and his guilt was relieved. After processing through
Customs and Immigration, Leo walked down the concourse toward the airport
entrance. Because his flight from Amsterdam was 'scheduled' to arrive too
late to catch the last flight to Nashville, his original plan included
spending the night in a local hotel then catching a morning flight.

As he approached gate B-8, he noticed the sign announcing the flight to
Nashville. Then he noticed an airplane still at the gate and an agent was
still at the counter. He stopped for a moment then decided to ask a
question.

"Is that the flight to Nashville?"

"Yes it is, Sir," the agent replied as he looked up from whatever it was he
was working on.

"Uh... has it not left yet?"

"We're just about ready to button her up, Sir, can I help you?"

"Any seats open? And if so, any possibility I can get one?" Leo was
beginning to feel excitement.

"Let me check, Sir... do you have a ticket?"

"I'm scheduled on tomorrow morning's flight," Leo began as he swung his
laptop bag on top of the counter and began searching for his ticket. "But
I'd love to get home tonight if I can."

"Let's have a look and see what we can do." The agent sounded
positive. "Well Sir, we have three seats open." He continued typing on his
keyboard. "And it looks like tomorrow's flight is overbooked so I'm sure we
would be happy to put you on this flight. Can I see your ticket, please?"

By this time Leo had found his ticket and handed it to the agent. In less
that one minute Leo had a boarding pass and was walking down the Jetway,
happy to be getting home early. There was no sense in calling to cancel his
hotel room because it had been guaranteed and he was already too late to
avoid the charge.

* * * * * * *

Leo felt an elevated level of excitement as he turned his 1999 Camry into
his driveway - Marsha would be surprised to see him so soon. He pressed the
garage door remote control and watched as the door opened. He was struck
with a moment of confusion. In his parking place was what appeared to be a
brand new, shiny, fire-engine-red, Dodge Ram 1500 pickup truck. Marsha's
Mercedes convertible was parked in its normal spot.

Somewhat puzzled, Leo moved the transmission to Park, shut off the engine
and walked into the garage. He didn't recognize the truck, hadn't seen it
before. He pressed the button to close the garage door then let himself
into the house. Everything in the kitchen seemed normal. As he approached
the stairway he looked to his left and noticed something of interest in the
living room. Removing his foot from the first step, Leo walked slowly into
the living room and surveyed... he wasn't sure what. Two empty wine glasses
sat on the coffee table; a cowboy hat was perched cockeyed on the corner of
the sofa; a man's leather jacket was draped over the back of the sofa.

Leo stood motionless for several minutes trying to make sense of what he
saw. He didn't want to even think about the possibilities but deep down he
had a gut feeling about what was going on. Finally he turned and walked
toward the stairs. Even before he reached the top step he could hear sounds
emanating from the master bedroom. He stopped outside the door and
listened. Those were the sounds of sex he was hearing, no mistake about
it. And he could hear voices, one of which was Marsha's and the other
belonged to a man. But he couldn't make out what was being said.

Leo stood motionless as he considered what to do next. He could quietly
leave the house, get a hotel room for the night and return home at his
scheduled time tomorrow. He could quietly leave the house, drive a few
blocks away, call the house and say he was on his way home and would be
there in about 30 minutes. Or, he could walk into the bedroom, turn on the
lights and confront the situation head on. He did none of those things.

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Leo pulled out his small digital camera,
made sure it was on and stepped into the doorway.

"Oh, oh Kenny, you make me feel so good," Leo heard his wife exclaim.

"Oh yeah, Marsha, you're the best. The way you grip me is so
wonderful... you're so hot... I think I'm gonna come."

"Oh yes! Me too! OH, KENNY! DO IT! DO IT!"

"YEAH BABY - I'M COMING! YEAH!!!

FLASH!

"HUH?" (Marsha's initial reaction.)  "WHAT THE...! (Kenny's initial
reaction.)

FLASH!

"EEK! GET OFF ME! HOW COULD YOU? GET OFF ME!"

FLASH!

"OHH FUCK!"

FLASH!

"LEO?" Marsha called out as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Leo was already down the stairs and opening the door before his wife could
throw her robe on. He heard her calling his name as he ran across the lawn,
opened the door to his car and got in. He could see Marsha standing on the
front steps, her gown being blown open by the breeze, as he drove away.

* * * * * * *

Shock! Pain! Anger! Sorrow! Fear! Betrayal! The collection of emotions that
wracked Leo's mind and body were devastating. He sat on the edge of the bed
trying to make some sense out of what he just experienced. It was
nonsensical. After leaving his house, Leo had driven, almost in a dazed
trance, back to the airport and found a room at one of the popular suite
hotels. A never-ending supply of tears flowed down his cheeks. He fell back
onto the bed, rolled into a ball and cried himself to sleep. Sometime later
he was awakened by the sound of his cell phone. Seeing that the call was
from Marsha, Leo turned off the phone and went back to sleep.

* * * * * * *

Monday, shortly after noon, Leo was awakened by a knock on the
door. Housekeeping wanted to clean the room. He let the lady in then sat in
the chair in front of the desk. He picked up his cell phone, turned it on
and saw several missed phone calls and a few text messages. One of those
messages was from his lawyer - he decided to call.

"Hello, Frank." Leo said, sounding rather down.

"Leo! Where the hell are you?"

"What do you want?" Leo wasn't about to tell anyone where he was.

"We need to talk."

"About?"

"You know damn well what about." Frank was talking to Leo as a long time
friend and Leo knew it. "Look! Marsha's daddy's attorney has already
contacted me and we need to talk."

"Well..." Leo paused. "When I'm ready, not before."

"Okay, Buddy, I understand." Then Frank continued. "Just tell me, are you
okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything
irrational, if that's what you're worried about."

"Okay, but call me, real soon, hear?"

"Yeah, Frank, I need to think." And with that comment, he ended the call.

* * * * * * *

Later Monday night.

Matt sat in his police cruiser, lights off, engine running, as he watched
the street in front of him. He'd parked along the right curb between two
other cars and left plenty of room in front to allow for a quick
acceleration. At 11:14 PM, the street was deserted, except for an
occasional vehicle gliding quietly down the street. He watched the
headlights of another car approach and it began angling across the street
toward his position.

"Any activity?" Kyle asked when he stopped his cruiser along side Matt's,
heading in the opposite direction. He turned off his headlights.

"Nah, pretty quite tonight. How about you?"

"Same... pretty quiet for a Monday night. Hey, whacha gonna do when you get
off?" Kyle was pretty bored and welcomed the conversation.

"I'm bushed," Matt replied. "I'll be happy to get a good night's sleep."

"Hold on!" It was Kyle's way of alerting Matt that he saw something.

Kyle watched a figure emerged from between two buildings and run diagonally
across the street not far from his and Matt's position. Three other figures
appeared almost immediately, running behind the first figure. It was
obvious that the group of three men were in hot pursuit and closing fast.

As the first man reached the curb, he stumbled and went to the
sidewalk. The other three men were on him almost immediately and began
kicking and hitting him. Kyle immediately turned on his headlights,
activated his overhead rack lights, gave his siren a blast and accelerated
town the street toward the action.

The three men looked up, saw the police car and began running. Kyle pulled
up to the curb, stopped and got out. He'd achieved the biggest part of his
objective, which was to stop the apparent assault. As he got out of his
cruiser to check on the downed man, he heard Matt's vehicle speeding past
toward the fleeing attackers. Matt had quickly turned his car around and
was trying to assist his roommate.

Kyle approached the man on the ground. He was curled up in a defensive
fetal position and shaking visibly.

"It's okay, they're gone; you all right?" A streetlight was almost directly
overhead and Kyle was able to get a better look at the victim. He quickly
judged the man to be about average size and rather skinny, probably not a
physical threat. The man slowly pulled his hands from his face and began
uncoiling.

"Yeah, I think so," said the man. Kyle could now see that the man appeared
to be rather young, a kid maybe. As the kid started to uncoil, his eyes
focused first at Kyle's boots and moved up his legs checking out the large
muscular man towering above him. When his gaze reached Kyle's package, it
stopped and seemed to lock on. Kyle had a habit of dressing in uniforms
that were slightly on the tight side and that caused his package to be more
prominently profiled, which some might consider obscene or immoral. Not
only that, Kyle often went commando, which further accentuated his
attributes.

Kyle followed the young man's eyes and he smiled gently and knowingly when
he saw them lock onto his package. The young man's lips parted slightly and
just the slightest tip of pink tongue protruded to moisten his lips -
perhaps an involuntary reaction. Another thing Kyle noticed was the mass of
red curls on the young man's head, a physical attribute that Kyle found
exceptionally sexy.

Finally breaking their hold on Kyle's package, the young man's eyes resumed
their journey up Kyle's form as he continued to uncoil, straightening his
legs and rolling on to his back. His gaze scanned up the mountainous body,
past a narrow waist, to a pair of very broad, muscular shoulders, and
finally stopping at the face of an officer of the law smiling down at him.

"Here," Kyle said as he offered his hand. The young man took it and
accepted the assist to his feet. When standing, the young man was about
five feet, eleven inches tall and quite skinny. "Hands on the vehicle,
please," Kyle instructed as politely as possible.

"But... what've I done, Officer?" The young man sounded concerned and a
little bit confused.

"Nothing that I know of," Kyle replied. "Just being careful. You never know
when someone may be carrying a concealed weapon." He had already determined
that the young man wasn't a threat; Kyle just wanted to pat him down and
get a good feel.

Kyle placed his left hand on the kid's left shoulder and his right hand on
top of the kid's head, right in the thick of his red, curly hair. Kyle
loved to do that and he was beginning to get turned on. Next came the kid's
neck - it was nice and long and skinny. He continued across the shoulders,
down his back and under his armpits. Kyle then moved close behind the kid
and pressed his now hard, hot erection against the kid's butt. He waited a
few seconds for any objection - there was none so he continued.

His hands slid around to the kid's chest. The kid's ribs lacked much
natural padding and were easily detectible through his thin shirt. Kyle
smiled when his hands glided softly over the kid's erect nipples. His hands
slid slowly down the kid's torso until they reached his groin. This pat
down was now WAY beyond standard and the kid definitely seemed to be
enjoying it. Kyle's right hand brushed against a firm rod straining against
the right inseam of the kid's pants. Kyle gave it a squeeze - 'just to make
sure it wasn't any kind of weapon.' The kid's pants were thin and he
probably wasn't wearing anything under them.

>From that point on, Kyle continued rapidly down the kid's legs to his
feet, stood up and stepped back. "Okay, you're clean, you can turn around
now. Do you have any identification?" Kyle tried his best to sound very
professional and business like, all the while thinking about what he'd like
to do with the kid.

The kid reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and handed Kyle
his driver's license.

"Logan Harper; it that correct?"

"Yes sir," Logan replied meekly. He was beginning to shake nervously; he'd
never had any problems with the cops and hoped this night wouldn't be the
first.

"You're quite a ways from home, aren't you?" Kyle asked.

"Yes sir," came another meek reply.

"Says here that you're 17 years old." Kyle sounded disappointed.

"Uh... no sir, uh... I'm 18; was 18 two days ago..."

"Ah yes, I see." This time Kyle sounded more cheerful. "My mistake."

At that moment Matt drove up in his cruiser. "They split up and disappeared
like cockroaches," Matt reported. "Didn't get a look at any of
them. Everything okay here?"

"Yeah, fine. The kid seems to be okay; I was just starting to ask a few
questions."

"Okay," Matt replied. "I'm heading on in to the station; see ya there."

"Yeah, I won't be long." Kyle raised his right hand as if to say goodbye.

"Any idea why those guys were after you?" Kyle turned back toward Logan.

"Uh... no sir... well... I guess they didn't like me."

'Not like you?' Kyle thought. 'I'll bet you probably tried to solicit three
homophobes and they wanted to beat the shit outta ya. No self respecting
gay man would let YOU get away.'

"Look, I'll be glad to drop ya some place; ya got a place ta stay?"

Logan didn't answer; he just looked down at the sidewalk. 'So you were
gonna earn some money for something to eat and a cheep motel room,' Kyle
thought. He'd seen it all before. Except... this seemed different to
him. Logan was much too innocent and un-street-wise and it presented Kyle
with a dilemma. He didn't want to leave the kid on the street and he also
wasn't sure if he should take him home. 'Take him home?' Kyle
thought. 'Maybe...'

"Hey Kid, er, Logan..." Logan looked up with a pair of pleading puppy-dog
eyes and Kyle melted. "Why don't you come with me to the station? My shift
ends at midnight, then maybe we can figure something out."

Logan's face lit up like a thousand watt bulb. "Okay," he replied and stood
motionless waiting for Kyle to tell him what to do.

Kyle placed Logan in the back seat of his squad car and when they arrived
at the station, he dropped the kid off next to his truck with instructions
to wait until he returned. As Kyle drove away, he glanced in his rearview
mirror and saw Logan still leaning against the side of his truck, looking
like the lost waif he seemed to be.



Matt and Kyle walked out of the station together then went different
directions to their trucks. 'What are the odds he'll still be there," Kyle
asked himself. Up ahead he could see his truck and there, leaning against
it just like he'd left him was Logan. 'Okay, smart ass, what do you do
now?' Kyle asked himself. 'How did I get myself into this?' He asked. He
hadn't yet decided what to do but he was hungry and would bet that Logan
was too.

Kyle pressed the button on his key fob and unlocked the doors. "Hop in," he
directed and watched Logan walk rapidly around the truck and climb into the
passenger seat of the big Silverado. "Hungry?"

"I... uh..." Logan began.

"Look, Logan, I'm headed to Burger King and I'll spring for dinner for both
of us, okay?" Kyle didn't know how Logan would react, but he had a hunch
that his hunger might override his pride.

"Yeah... great!" Logan smiled excitedly, but that was the end of their
conversation until they reached the BK.

'Damn! He must be starving!' Kyle thought as he watched Logan practically
inhale two Whoppers with cheese and a large container of fries while
washing it all down with a chocolate shake. They were half way back to
Kyle's truck when Logan let go with an enormous belch. Logan covered his
mouth too late to have any effect and looked at Kyle. They both burst out
laughing.

"So here's the deal, Kid..." Kyle couldn't stop calling Logan 'Kid.' "I
don't' know what to do with you. I don't' want to leave you out here on the
street - you don't have anywhere to stay. And I don't think it's right for
to take me to my place either." He watched Logan's face turn to
sadness. "Okay, you have any ideas?"

"You have a couch? I could sleep on your couch." Logan was grasping for
help. That was also the first time Kyle could remember that Logan had
strung two full sentences together since they met. And those sentences
answered another question that Kyle had been reluctant to ask - would the
kid be willing to go home with him? He would.

"Yeah, I got a couch... and I got a roommate. But he won't mind; he's cool;
you'll see." Kyle was smiling and so was Logan.

Logan was finally going to get the opportunity he wanted ever since he
looked up and saw the hunk of an officer of the law standing over him. He
liked what he saw and the more time he spent with Officer Kyle, the more he
saw to like. Logan had been in town for two weeks, had run out of money and
hadn't had much success at selling his body. He was hungry and he was
lonely. And he was willing to show Officer Kyle just how much he
appreciated his kindness.


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(To be continued.)