Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 12:16:04 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Gut Feelings - chapter 6

GUT FEELINGS - CHAPTER SIX - by Dave MacMillan

'Lo all.  I'm doing June early.  You'll find chapter 2 of Confessions of a
Vampire posted in Scifi/fan, chapter 26 of Growing Up Sexual in Young
Friends, chapter 3 of The Learning Season in Adult/Youth.  And there's a
new one that I'm just now starting - Learning to Fly in College.  I hope
you enjoy.  Let me know at vonMuribor@aol.com.

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The grocery was small but looked surprisingly clean as I looked around,
once my eyes had adjusted to the interior lighting.  There were strange
odours I couldn't place, but I wrote them off as exotic spices that I was
never likely to put on my lamb chops.  An Asian came out of the back and
stopped when he saw me.

A surprised look covered his face and I suspected I was the first white man
to enter his store since the last elections.  Instinctively, I took note of
his appearance in the moment he took to appraise me.  He had thick, glossy
hair with just a touch of grey, a dark complexion, black eyes, and was of
medium height.  "Jesse!" he called then and, a moment later, a younger and
somewhat taller version of the man pushed through the curtain that
separated the small shop from its backrooms.

The father - older brother? - turned back to me.  "May I help you, sir?" he
asked in that singsong that is so typical of people from the Indian
sub-continent.

"I'm Inspector Goodson of the Metropolitan Police," I told the two men,
presenting my identification.  "You reported a burglary yesterday?"

The older man smiled broadly.  "Jesse!  You were right after all," he told
him and returned his attention to me.  "My brother said a detective would
detect this theft.  Our father said it was too minor-" He shrugged.  "I did
not know."

"You're the Officer Jesse Patel who made the report?" I asked the younger
Asian, turning to him for the moment.  He nodded - a strange mix of both
pride and nervousness showing in his face.

He was taller than his brother, perhaps even five-ten.  He was also more
handsome, but I decided that was mostly his boyishness that showed through
in his every movement.  His flashing eyes were intelligent, his smile
infectious.  His slim body was fit, but not heavily muscled.  His jeans
showed off a nicely plump buttocks and a bulge that any man could be proud
of.

"It's my day off, sir - so, I'm helping my brother with the store," he
explained.

I wondered at his nervousness but thought it best to make at least a
perfunctory inspection of the scene of crime.  "Could you show me where
this took place?" I asked.

"It is all right for Jesse to take his day off even when he has a theft on
his patrol?" the older man asked shyly as they led me through the backrooms
of the shop.  I understood the nervous energy I had felt then.

"Mr. Patel, your brother has his relief days and should use them."  I
chuckled.  "I imagine his sergeant would be angry if he didn't take his day
off on schedule.  It would muck up the man's roster."  I saw that Jesse
relaxed then, his smile was dazzling.

"This thing is really weird, Inspector," said Jesse then.  I turned to face
him, waiting for him to continue.  "This was the first crime in the
neighbourhood this year.  Indians are really quite law-abiding-" I pursed
my lips at that information.  "I made my brother promise not to touch
anything back here-" He unlocked the large door that opened onto the back
entrance.  "Last night when I got off, a friend from the force and I went
back over the whole area.  We even lifted every fingerprint we could find."

"You dusted?"  He nodded.  I sighed as I accepted that an organised scene
of crime investigation had not been made and was now impossible.

"It is such a small crime," the older brother offered, "we reckoned that
the proper unit was busy."

"You learnt how to lift prints correctly at Hendon then?" I asked.  Jesse
nodded.  "You'll need to take your brother's prints and those of anyone who
may have been back here in the past month.  The delivery men - do they wear
gloves when they unload?"

"Oh, yes, Inspector," the older brother offered.  "And I too.  Hands become
so sweaty-" I knew what that meant; Officer Jesse Patel's work meant
nothing.  "Have there been racial incidents in the neighbourhood?"  I
remembered the latest shoot out in India between Hindus and Moslems -
something about some god or the other having been born under a mosque.  It
was truly amazing to me how religion always somehow came to justify hate.
"Or religious ones, perhaps?"

"There aren't any whites near us," Jesse offered, and I noticed his gaze
had not got above my chest.  He licked his lips quickly and I was sure he
was studying my crutch as he continued: "There was some of that but it was
years ago-" He pulled his gaze from me and turned back to his brother.
"Remember Papa talking about it?  There were two or three lads beaten up
pretty badly."

The older man frowned.  "That was ten years ago!  Some hooligans who were
sent off to youth detention - white boys - and never came back."

"Nothing since then?"  Both men nodded and the younger brother's gaze had
returned to my lower anatomy.  I felt my dick expand in my pants as it
became interested in the possibilities that were presenting themselves.

"How about religious problems?  Moslem and Hindu are packed in here pretty
tightly, aren't they?"

"We get along," the older brother told me indignantly.  "There are no
ignorant peasant immigrates among us - we work hard to have good things.
We all become English.  The ignorant do not know enough to want better.  So
they stay in India and listen to the priests and mullahs - and make too
many babies."

The bulge in Jesse's jeans remained an interesting tableau as his older
brother and I spoke.  He was obviously tumescent and his eyes remained
fixed on my own package.

He was - well - cute.  I had never been especially sexually turned on by
dark-skinned men, but this lad was fast putting the lie to that.  He had a
full mouth of shiny white teeth which he showed off to his advantage in a
continuous grin.  His eyes sparkled like those of an imp on the edge of
getting into trouble and knowing it.  He had the charisma of a lad who was
a daredevil in disguise.  And he was decidely a man.

I found myself wanting him as much as he obviously wanted me. I faced both
men.  "Is there a possibility that this theft was related to Officer Patel
being a policeman?" I asked.

"Pardon, Inspector?" the older brother asked, fixing me with his gaze.  "My
brother?"

"He's the first of your people from this neighbourhood to come with the
Met, isn't he?"

"He is - and it is a matter of pride for our family.  But, also, for
everyone in our community.  Jesse would do nothing to embarrass us."

"I didn't mean for my question to imply that, Mr. Patel.  I'm sorry.  What
I was thinking is that some boys will try to bring another who has done
well down a notch.  They can mean it as a social pressure or they can mean
it as only a joke that a group of boys will play on one of their own."

"Your people would do this to one of their own?" the older man asked
quietly after several long moments of silence.  "To make him the subject of
ridicule?  To embarrass him before his family?"

I had to admit it didn't sound like as much fun as I remembered it, not the
way he asked his questions.  I remembered back to my school days and tried
to understand why short-sheeting one of my mates had brought gales of
laughter.  It sounded much more like bullying now than the clean fun we'd
thought of it as then.

I turned to Jesse.  "Would you like to investigate this case?" I asked.

His eyes brightened and I watched his chest puff out as he took in what I
was asking.  "You mean to be a detective, Inspector?  Like you?"

"I'm short a man or two, Patel.  I could use a good man, one with some
enthusiasm to him, to investigate this case.  You could then apply to
transfer to CID.  If you've done well with this, I would recommend you."

"This is possible, Inspector?" the brother asked in awe.  I nodded.  "Jesse
will transfer to your leadership then, he will make us proud of him."

"You understand that it would only be a temporary reassignment?" I told
them both, wondering what I may have walked myself into - and, for that
matter, this young policeman as well.  "Your performance will have to be
rated before you could request transfer."

"He will live up to your expectations, Inspector," the older man told me
with a finality that left no room for manoeuvre for his brother.  "He will
find this thief and become a detective of Scotland Yard."

"May I walk you to your car, Inspector?" the young officer asked quietly
and looked to his brother for permission.  The man nodded.

"Please," I said.

"You did not have to do this, Inspector," Jesse told me as we reached the
kerb.  "I know you want me, but I want you too.  You do not have to buy my
agreement."

"I didn't think I was," I answered gruffly, looking at my car across the
street.  "I do need at least two men who are alert and willing to do as
they're told.  At this point, I can only bring you in on this one case - I
also want the Asian community to see that the police are here for them."

"You need two, Inspector?"

"What?  Oh - yes, two men.  Why?"

"My boyfriend is on the force too.  We met at the police training college.
He is smart-"

"An Asian lad?"

"No.  Doug is English - like you, Inspector."

"You'd have to keep it down then," I told him.  "Most detectives are quite
heterosexual, Jesse."

"Doug and I - we're very discreet.  As detectives we both could justify to
our families our moving into a flat of our own-"

"Solve this little theft and I'll see what I can do."

"You were right, you know?  My brother, he already suspects the culprit.
It's a boy I knew back in school.  One who isn't happy that I am no longer
available to service him when he thinks he needs it.  He sought to
embarrass me, I think.  My brother was going to the boy's father to get his
supplies back-"

"And now?"

The young policeman laughed.  "The boy has no chance.  One word from my
brother and half of the neighbourhood will be onto him, watching his every
move.  He will come to me and confess before a week."

"He won't be hurt then?"

He shook his head slowly.  "No.  No one will lay a hand on him.  Inspector,
we are a civilised people.  Hurting people is not our way."  He turned and
began to study me.  "I was serious about wanting you, Inspector.  Do you
have the time?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

He laughed softly.  "We are pretty flexible, Doug and I.  We get what we
can but always come back to each other.  It is how two lovers must live
when they still live with their respective families."

"Where were you thinking that we'd-?"

His eyes twinkled.  "Follow me."  I noticed his bulge had become larger
before he turned and started down the street.

I followed, enjoying the view.  His arse was made for fucking.  He had
plump cheeks beneath his jeans that would meld against a lad's groin.  My
prick began to erect at the thought of ploughing him.

Even as my cock grew tumescent to mental pictures of what I and young Jesse
would shortly be doing, I told myself that I had not intended to ask for
him to be assigned to me or to direct his transfer to CID simply to shag
him.  He had a boyfriend, for Christ's sake!  And I did need alert men who
could investigate a case.

At the junction, Jesse turned right and immediately turned into an
alleyway.  "Come on," he told me, making sure his voice didn't carry back
to the street.  It was deja vu for me as I looked down the alleyway.  First
the Welshman took me under the table at Illusion, then the damned American
led me into the bowels of the library at Kings College to take me in a
toilet cubicle, now this Asian wanted us to shag in an alleyway.  I was
fast falling to the temptations of public sex.  I told myself this was not
a good thing.  As I followed him deeper into the cobbled path between
buildings, I tried to convince myself to turn around, go directly to my
car, and leave.  Instead, I continued to follow him.

A third of the way into the alley, he turned suddenly and disappeared
behind a building.  I sped up my steps and quickly reached the spot where
he'd disappeared.  "This should do nicely," he said, his hand closing
around my arm and pulling me into the empty back entrance with him.  "This
shop's out of business."  He grinned.  "There's no one to disturb us as
long we keep things quiet."

"I can be quiet, Jesse," I told him and placed my open hand on his
arsecheeks.  "But can you?"

He looked over his shoulder at my hand, studying it for a full minute.  He
grinned then and wiggled his denim-covered bum against my hand.  "You want
that, do you, Inspector Goodson?"  I nodded.  "Got a condom with you then?"

"I'm always prepared."

He chuckled.  "And what a good little scout you are, sir."

"If you don't want to-?"

"Do I get a kiss before we get into doing the nasty, Inspector?"  He pulled
me to the wall, his gaze never leaving my face. "I'd really like to taste
you - feel you even."

My hand moved up to the small of his back and pulled him to me.  Our lips
met; his parted and his tongue was pushing against my teeth, boldly
demanding entrance before I could open them.  His body ground against mine
- chest to chest and crutch to crutch.  His hands went around my waist and
began to explore my back through my shirt.

I pulled his Tee-shirt from his jeans and he lifted his arms to allow me to
pull it off of him.  "I hope you're big," he groaned as our lips separated.
I had a slightly chalky taste left in my mouth combined with something
almost like anise but not quiet.  His fingers grasped the fabric of my
shirt and pulled it from my trousers.  They slipped beneath the shirt and
climbed across my belly onto my chest, each hand finding its own nipple.
His lips again found mine and I was instantly again duelling his tongue
with mine.

He again ground his smooth, naked chest against me, against the soft cotton
of my shirt.  My hands went to his arsecheeks and he shoved them against my
palms, pressing himself into my possession of him.  My fingers moved over
his hips, found his waist button, and undid it.  They moved down the
buttons of his flies onto the thick mound in his jeans, opening them one at
a time, against his gyrating dance to music only he could hear.

I pushed the denim and his pants over his buttocks, feeling the muscles
there flexing against my open hands.  My fingers made the journey back over
his hips but now were caught under the elastic band of his briefs.  The
triangle of his pubes was wide, in contrast to the smoothness of his chest,
belly, and back.  The hair of his groin was thick and coarse.  I pulled his
y-fronts out towards me to release him as my fingers encircled his raging
hard-on.

His lips broke from mine, grazed my chin, and jumped to my belly as his
hands spread the hem of my shirt to expose my skin there.  His fingers
feverishly opened my belt and undid the waist button of my trousers.  His
tongue travelled up to my bellybutton and began to rim it as his fingers
pulled down my zip and spread open the flaps of my trousers.

"We need a condom," he told me hoarsely as his fingers slipped beneath the
elastic of my boxers.

I reached into my pocket and brought out the foiled packet I always carried
there.  He grabbed it from my hand and quickly pulled my trousers and pants
down to my knees.

Sitting on his haunches against the wall, Jesse's hand again encircled my
erect prick, pulling it towards him.  My hands went to the wall above him
so that I could comfortably lean into him.  His tongue licked my knob-end,
cleaning it of my pre-come, before he swallowed the entire length until his
nose was buried in my pubes.  I heard the foiled packet being torn open as
he swallowed several times, his throat muscles squeezing my glans with each
constriction.

The Asian pulled off me and smiled up at me.  "You're ready, Inspector," he
said as he spread the condom across the wide helmet of my cock.  "I am too.
And this thing looks as if it'll give me a hell of a ride - just as I
suspected it would."  He pushed the latex down along my shaft until it had
reached the first hairs, watching my face as he did so.  Turning his gaze
back to my member, he licked his lips, opened his mouth, and swallowed it
to get the latex covering wet.

Jesse stood up then, his face swimming toward mine.  He kissed me then,
lips fully on lips - but his tongue remained chastely in his mouth.  He
pulled away, smiled once again, and turned to face the wall.  "I want this
so much," he breathed as he jutted his arse towards me and put his hands on
the wall before him.  "I need it," he mumbled as he spread his legs to make
entry easier.

I took a step back and gripped my cock to move its head through the valley
of his crack.  He wiggled his bumcheeks and looked over his shoulder at me.
"Stick it in, Inspector.  I haven't had a good shagging in a week."

My knob-end had found his puckered entrance.  "You're sure?" I asked.  "You
aren't lubed."

He shoved his hips back then, the head of my cock pushing through his
sphincter.  He groaned and, this time, moved slower as his buttocks again
started toward my groin.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked as I watched my prick being swallowed.

"No," he gasped.  "That first inch or two didn't feel all that good at
first, though.  "It's been a week, and I guess I was out of practise."  He
looked back at me and grinned.  "It feels great now.  Just like I knew it
would.  Put the rest of it in me and let's have some fun."

I eased the rest of myself into his warm, creamy, tight bowel.  I stayed
there for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of his tightness surrounding
me.  My fingers kneaded his arsecheeks gently and he began to grind his bum
against my groin.

I began to shag him - long, slow strokes that brought the flange of my
glans back to his arsering before easing back into him until my pubes were
pressing against the tender insides of his buttocks and my bollocks were
playing billiards with his.  He moaned contentedly and bucked back to greet
each new stroke.

A mental image of Brett Chandler formed in my thoughts as I moved in and
out of the Asian's arse.  Him with snow-white arsecheeks bent over as Jesse
was, taking me.  Bugger him!  I didn't need some transie into playing mind
games.  I had a very attractive lad under me who was quite content having
the same thing I wanted.  We both wanted.  And we both had taken because
the opportunity had presented itself.

My fingers moved over Jesse's hipbone onto his hard, flat belly to find his
dick.

He was leaking pre-come and his foreskin was covered with it, lubricating
him.  My hand became a fist around his pole, and I began to wank him with
the same rhythm I was using to shag him.

"I'm close, Inspector," he mumbled.  "I haven't wanked in a couple of days
and it feels so good-"

I continued to stroke him as I moved in and out of him.  His breathing
became even more laboured as his buttocks bucked sprang back to meet me
with abandon.

He groaned and his body stiffened beneath mine.  His arsemuscles flexed and
pulled at my cock moving through them.  "Don't come!" he managed to gasp,
staring glassy-eyed at me over his shoulder.  "Please don't come.  Pull out
if you have to, but I want another one ... Oh, Christ!"  His head jerked
around then, and I felt his dick expand as my fist carried his foreskin up
over his glans.  Jizz spurted through his loose skin onto my fingers.

I thought for a moment that Jesse was going to collapse in the aftermath of
his orgasm.  His body seemed to melt as his muscles relaxed.  I felt him
wobble before he could regain his footing.

His arsemuscles clenched around my pole imbedded between them and he looked
back at me over his shoulder.  "That was fine, Inspector.  Now, let's both
do one."  He chuckled and ground his cheeks against my pubes.  "I want you
to have a soft spot in your heart for Indians as I'm going to be working
under you - and a hard dick when I am under you."

I began to move inside him again and was surprised that he seemed as tight
as he had been earlier.  His orgasm had done nothing to lessen the
elasticity of his anal canal.  He remained erect in my hand and I began to
wank him in time with my movement inside him.  He moaned and wiggled his
plump cheeks against me.  "Yeah!" he cried as I pushed all the way into
him.

Near silence encompassed us as he held himself against the wall and I moved
against his arse.  My hands explored his belly and moved up to his nipples;
his massaged my arsecheeks and guided me into him.  My fingers teased his
nipples, tweaking them gently, and his chest pressed against them.  There
was only the sounds of his soft mewls of pleasure at what I was doing for
him.  Our shag became timeless, with neither of us willing to rush to end
it.  The dirty abandoned loading area held no meaning for us.  The only
meaning was the pleasure each of us could give the other.

I rode the waves of pleasure that moved up out of my prick to cover every
inch of my body.  I felt his sweat put at the hairs of my bollocks and
pubes as I pulled myself from his hole.  I felt his fingers grip and knead
my arseglobes as my cock reached his greatest depth.  And I felt the
flexing pressure the muscles of his bowel exerted on my glans as it
tunnelled into him.

My bollocks rose to ride my shaft as I pummelled the Asian.  I brought one
hand down to his dick and found it erect, its skin pulled back, and its
slit leaking pre-come.  High pressure jolts of pleasure began to surge
through me.  I gripped his cock and began to wank him as I approached my
orgasm.

I didn't want to come.  I didn't want to leave the mindless pleasure we
were giving each other.  But I was too late.  My bollocks rode my shaft
now.  My breathing was hard gasps as suddenly muscles throughout my body
tensed.  My cock pounded into the Asian's arse with only one intention - to
fill him with my spunk.

His bowel seemed to tighten around my pole as I shoved into him hard and
remained buried in him, my pubes pressed against the inner walls of his
arse.  My fist flew along the length of his shaft.  And my balls erupted.

My thumb reached his pubes, my pinkie pressing into his tight bollocks.  He
arched his back and became rigid.  I felt his second rope of rope erupt
when my hand had again returned to the knob-end of his cock.

I collapsed against his back then, my prick still deep inside him.  My arms
went around his chest and his rose to the wall to steady us.

* * *

Finally, when I could breath normally again, I pulled back from Jesse
Patel, regaining my feet.  I watched as my prick left his hole and thought
what a perfect love machine this dark-skinned lad was.  My hands went to
his chest and pulled him back into a standing position too.  "That was
nice, Jesse," I whispered at his ear.

"That was bloody good is what it was!" he growled and turned to grin at me.

"Would you like to make a night of it?" I asked as I pulled my boxers up
and ensured my shirt was well-tucked before I brought my trousers to my
waist.

"When?"

I looked over at him as I buttoned the waist of my trousers.  An impish
smile, grinning black eyes, a chock of coarse black hair hanging down to
his brows, and full, pouty lips.  My gaze fell lower.  A smooth, boyish
chest with nipples that were still aroused.  A waspish waist and a bed of
coarse black curls from which a nice, tumescent, mahogany-coloured cock
stood.  I could imagine a full night and a comfortable bed would be like
with this Jesse Patel.

"Tonight?"  I hooked my belt and pulled up my zip.

He laughed then, a full-throated baritone of a laugh.  "Inspector Goodson,
promise me that you'll think of me as a policeman first and a piece of arse
second."

I felt my face warm as I blushed.  "Duty and pleasure are not always the
same thing," I huffed.

He reached to his knees and began to pull his briefs up his thighs.  I
regretted his doing so even before he had covered himself.  Jesse Patel
belonged naked.  He would have made a statue even Michelangelo's David
might feel jealousy towards.  Proud youth perfected.

"I really do have a boyfriend, Inspector-"

I shrugged and wished there was a perfect world for me where such things as
significant others did not exist.  A perfect world where I could sample
perfection wherever I found it and for as long as I wanted it.  "I had
forgotten, Jesse.  He's a lucky man-"

"Neither one of is particularly lucky."  He frowned, his lips pouting.  I
noticed his eyes misting.  "We both live at home.  We rarely see each other
except at the nick - it's been over a week since I last was with him."

"Can't you still get together?"

"At my house, Inspector?  With my father and mother?  With my brother and
his wife and their two children?"

"At his place then?"

He snorted.  "His parents put up with me because I'm another copper, like
him.  "The neighbourhood boys love to see us out of uniform."  His nose
wrinkled in disgust.  "Paki.  They love that word, you know-"

I took a deep breath.  "Why don't you two come over tonight.  I have a
spare room."  I knew what I was saying.  I would accept being alone whilst
two other men shagged the night away.

He stared at me, his hands stopping half-way up his flies.  "You'd have us
over?"  I shrugged.  "We'll take you up on it."  He took the step between
us and reached up to pull my face down to his.  "Doug will share.  I
promise."

"Be over about eight then," I told him, pulled out a card, and wrote my
home address on it.  I gave it to him and forced a smile to my lips.
"Thank you, Inspector.  Thank you."

"I'll cook dinner," I told him as I stepped out into the alleyway.

"We'll be there," he shouted as I started up towards the street.

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