Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 16:11:47 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Gut Feelings - chapter 7

Gut Feelings - CHAPTER SEVEN


I had read somewhere that Hindus were vegetarians.  At least, I thought
that I remembered they couldn't kill animals and, to my mind, that
translated to a substantial justification for vegetarianism.  I had no idea
of what Jesse's boyfriend might like to eat, but I could make assumptions
about Jesse.

I could boil water without mucking it up.  I could even put several slices
of bread in a toaster and not burn the toast.  But I was not a cook.
Fortunately, there was a small, very good neighbourhood Italian restaurant
on my way home from work.  I stopped in and stocked up on pasta, marinara
sauce with clams, and garlic bread - reckoning that both English and Asian
could eat seafood without violating religious or social principle.  I also
bought a litre of an inexpensive but nice Australian red.

By half past seven, I had become quite nervous.  I had been in three-ways,
of course - but that was while I was still at uni and trying anything new
and exciting.  Still, after a taste of what the Asian lad was like, I was
ready for a night of serious raunch.  A menage a trois would certainly
satisfy that craving.  What concerned me was Jesse's boyfriend.  How he
would respond to the situation as it had become exposed.

I doubted I would be especially happy sharing my boyfriend with another
man.  I suspected also I would be able to put two and two together and
realise an offer of a bed to that hypothetical boyfriend would not come
from a complete stranger.  Ergo, Jesse's boyfriend probably knew his lover
had been unfaithful.  I would be an unhappy lad if I were put in that
situation; but then I was a possessive sod.  Of course, the Asian had said
that theirs was an open relationship.  Even if it were, though, that didn't
mean that his English boyfriend was going to want to become involved in a
three-way with me as the third man in the equation.

By a quarter to eight, I had convinced myself I needed to be prepared for
glowering eyes and a definite nip in the air when the two lads arrived.  If
they did come.  I had also come to accept that I would be sleeping alone
and hoping Jesse Patel could reassure his lover of his affections on the
bed of my spare room.

By five to eight, I had managed to convince myself that I was about to
become a perfect gentleman - giving the young lovers a place to express
their love freely and completely.  I quickly inspected the spare room, made
sure the bed had clean sheets, ensured the bedside cabinet contained
condoms and lube, and left out fresh towels and flannels.

I was pacing the living room when the doorbell rang.  I glanced at the
mantle clock.  It was five after eight.

Jesse grinned happily when I opened the door.  The tall blond beside him
was watchful.  "Inspector Goodson, this is Doug Yorston, the officer I
mentioned this afternoon," the Asian said as he stepped through the
doorway.

"Happy to meet you," I said, offering the Englishman my hand.  He shook it
perfunctorialy and his eyes avoided mine.  I realised then that I hadn't
given the Asian my full name, even in the alleyway.  "I'm Phillip Goodson,"
I told them both, feeling my face warm as I met Jesse's gaze.  "Please come
in."

I led them into the flat's living room, surreptiously looking over the
Englishman before me.  Doug Yorston was my height, but I had him by at
least a stone and probably closer to two.  I had thought young Jesse
boyish, but this lad could pass for an escapee from St. Paul's Cathedral
Choir.  The word angelic came to mind.

I almost laughed as a new realisation struck me.  I had an imp and an angel
in my flat.  I possibly would have sex with them both.  I didn't know which
I would be closer to in the coming evening - heaven or hell.  But I was
sure that, whichever it was, I would enjoy it.

"Whisky?" I asked as they sat on the couch and faced me.

"Doug needs something to loosen him up," Jesse said and beamed from ear to
ear.  "He's a bit nervous, Phillip."

The blond Englishman blushed brightly.  "It's not that!" he yelped.  "I
mean, I've never done anything like this before."


I stepped to the sideboard and quickly poured him a stiff drink.  "I hope
you've had a drink with friends," I said as I handed him the tumbler.  "And
had dinner with friends - I have pasta and a red clam sauce-" I glanced to
Jesse.  "You can eat seafood, can't you?"

He laughed.  "That's the Moslems who can't eat shellfish, Phillip.  I'm
okay with it."

"I've never eaten anything like that," Doug grunted with embarrassment.

"It's Italian and really quite good," I told him and watched him down half
of his whisky.  I thought I had been nervous?  This lad was a bloody basket
case.  "Jesse, will you have a drink too?" I asked.

"Are you drinking?"

"As soon as I can pour it, lad," I answered smiling.

"Pour two-" He glanced at Doug's glass.  "Better take his and make it
three."  From the sideboard I heard Jesse ask behind me: "Are you all
right, love?"  I didn't hear the English lad respond.

Jesse had his hand on Doug's thigh and was kissing him when I returned with
our drinks.  I saw that the Englishman was developing a respectable
erection beneath his trousers.  I chuckled and the Asian broke from their
kiss to look back at me.  "Wouldn't you rather eat before you got into
that?" I asked as he took his drink.

I smiled at Doug as he took his.  "Right.  Let me give you the lay of the
land.  The spare room is yours for the night - there's clean sheets and
fresh towels.  It would be a bit of fun to get into something with the two
of you, but that has to be something you both agree on-"

"You're pulling yourself out of an orgy, Phillip?" Jesse asked, wiggling
his brows and I wondered if he'd seen too many Marx brothers' films as a
child.

"Not at all.  I'm just saying that there has to be an invitation from both
of you before I join in - and it needs to be sincere.  The spare room and
dinner aren't some sort of bribe for sex."

Doug laughed then and I saw that he had dimples in both cheeks.  His eyes
were no longer dull and sullen.  I could definitely see what young Jesse
saw in him now.  "I'm a lot more relaxed, Inspector.  It just felt so weird
there at first, you know.  I mean, coming over here and knowing I was going
to have sex with you and Jesse.  As sort of the price of having some time
with him - that's not coming out right, sir.  I'm sorry."  He gulped down
his drink.

I smiled at him.  "I think you said it well, lad.  I had butterflies
marching around my stomach before you arrived, wondering how you were going
to take it - or even if you would be receptive.  What I said still stands -
you have a place to be alone together, and you don't have to include me to
have it."

He studied me appraisingly then.  His inspection lasted long enough that I
began to feel uncomfortable.  He finally licked his lips and smiled.  "I've
heard you're really quite good, and I'd like to have some of what Jesse
already has had."

"I suggest we eat then," I told them.  "I'm not partial to cold Italian."
"I don't think anybody would be cold long with you around," Doug said
shyly.  I saw the mound begin to tent his trousers.  Jesse laughed.  I
quickly moved to the kitchen.


"Want to see a show, Phillip?" Jesse asked he handed the last plate to Doug
to dry.

"A show?"

The Asian laughed, his boyfriend grinned.  "I think Doug and I are a horny
number," said Jesse.  "We want your frank appraisal."

"You mean-?"

The dark face under the shock of unruly black hair frown.  He put his hands
on his hips and raised his voice an octave: "Inspector Goodson, I haven't
had the man I love inside me for more than a week.  What do you think I
mean?"  He laughed then, unable to maintain his stern face, and pulled the
English lad to him.  "Want to watch us?" he asked and kissed his boyfriend
hard.

"It might be fun," I told him and watched Doug firmly place both hands on
Jesse's arse.

The Asian pulled away and took his boyfriend's hand.  "Find us some soft
music then, Phillip.  I like violins playing softly when I'm shagging."  He
led Doug into the living room as I put away the last dish and poured
another glass of wine.

Jesse and Doug were facing kissing each other in the centre of the room as
I entered.  I skirted around them and continued on to the sound system I
had set up in my room.  I scooped up a handful of condoms from my dresser
drawer.  To the muted instrumentals of Hello, Dolly, I returned to the
living room and leant against the mantle to watch my guests snogging and
sip my wine.  Only, now they moved in rhythm with the music.  I saw that
both of them had toed off their trainers and socks.

Soon, Jesse was pulling Doug's shirt slowly out of his trousers and the
Englishman's hips were grinding against the Asian's.  Doug raised his arms
and broke from the kiss to permit Jesse to pull his shirt over his head.
The moment the fabric was past his hair, the blond dropped his arms onto
the Asian's shoulders and pulled him back until they were again kissing.

Jesse's fingers went to the front of his lover's trousers and undid his
belt.  Doug held his hips back to give the Asian room to work.

Jesse quickly undid Doug's waist button and worked his zip down.  His
fingers found their beneath the elastic of the Englishman's pants and moved
over his hips onto his buttocks.  I watched as Doug Yorston's small, white
bum became exposed as the back of the Asian's hands forced the boxer briefs
down onto his thighs in back.

Jesse pulled away from the kiss and ducked his head.  Doug gasped and then
moaned as the dark Asian's teeth found his first nipple.  Jesse's hands
moved slowly back toward the Englishman's groin, pulling his pants out from
his hips, forcing them downward.  I reckoned only the lad's prick tenting
them in front was still holding them up.

"He's got a pretty bum, doesn't he, Phillip?" Jesse asked as his face went
from nipple to nipple, nipping them each in turn.

"Quite nice," I answered and finished my wine.

"Come over and feel it then.  He loves to have his arse played with." The
Asian's hands had reached his lover's genitals inside the underpants.  I
watched him wank the Englishman's cock several times beneath the boxer
briefs.  One hand formed a fist around his cock, forcing the cotton past
his tip, the other cupped his bollocks.

"Jesse!" Doug hissed as I crossed the room to stand beside them.

"You want it, don't you, love?" Jesse mumbled against his chest and knelt
to drag his tongue over the man's protruding bellybutton.

"Yes.  Christ yes, I want it!" Doug growled, grinding his hips in the air
as the Asian slid his clothing down to his ankles.  "Now, Jesse.  Please,
now."

The Asian sat on his haunches before his lover.  I watched as the blond lad
raised one foot and then the other so that Jesse could strip him
completely.  "You want to play, Phillip?" Jesse asked.  "You've got to
strip too.  The only players in this game are naked boys."  He opened his
mouth and dived down Doug's slim, seven inch erection, burying his nose in
the blond pubes of his lover's crutch.

I quickly stripped, pulling my clothes off and dropping them in a pile
before the fireplace.  Naked, I re-joined the two men in the centre of my
living room.  Jesse was happily bobbing on Doug's erection, the fingers of
one hand tugging the blond's ballsac.  His other hand was on one arsecheek,
guiding the lad in and out of his mouth.

I knew I could touch Jesse.  He and I had been intimate only that
afternoon.  It was Doug's arse I wanted to caress, however.  I wanted to
know his body as I now knew Jesse's.  My prick was rock hard.  Jesse's hand
rotated slightly on Doug's arsecheek and his index finger motioned me
closer.  I accepted the invitation.  My hand closed on Doug's nearest
cheek, its fingers spreading across the smooth, taut skin towards the
valley of his crack.

"Don't you think you should be naked too, Jesse?" I asked as my thumb found
the floor of the valley of Doug's crack.  "I thought the only players
allowed into game had to be naked."

"Yeah, Jesse," the English lad mumbled as my thumb moved close to his
puckered entrance.  "You're not playing fair-" Doug looked over his
shoulder to see what I was doing.  His gaze moved to my cock nearly
touching his hip and then up to my face.  He half-smiled and nodded before
turning back to face the Asian.  I pushed the pad of my thumb against his
hole and it opened easily.

Before us, Jesse was quickly working his jeans and pants onto his legs.
"You shag me, Doug," he said, leaning over to get his clothing down to his
ankles.  He bent a knee and pulled them off that leg and repeated the
procedure with the other leg.  Standing back up, I saw his cock for the
first time.

It was as large as mine and only slightly less thick.  It was the colour of
dark mahogany and its loose skin was pulled back to bunch behind the flange
of the knob-end.  A drop of pre come sat in his slit.  My mouth watered.

Naked, Jesse crossed the room to pick up several foil packets from the
mantle.  He was smiling as he returned.  He licked his lips as he reached
out and, gripping my prick, stroked it twice.  "You're going to love this
thing, Doug," he told his lover and handed us both a packet.  "Doug goes in
first, I think.  I want to feel him there."  He looked back at me.  "You
can go in then.  Just take it easy on him, Phillip; I'm quite fond of him."

He lay on his back facing us.  "Come to me, Doug," he commanded the
Englishman.  "Let's put that thing on you."  He hoisted his legs up then
and Doug went to his knees between them.

I tore open my packet and rolled it down my own prick as I watched Doug
kiss Jesse as the Asian rolled the latex onto him.  The English lad raised
the Asian's legs to his shoulders, hoisting his arse from the floor.  He
eased his length into him as Jesse's gaze locked on his face.  I got down
behind Doug then, straddling his legs and spreading mine wide to get lower
where I had a better fit, and guided my prick to his pucker.

Jesse rested on his shoulders, his arse raised a foot off the floor to
accomodate his lover, Doug knelt over him, his dick buried in the brown
arse and his lips locked against the Asian's.  The English lad's small,
milky white arsecheeks jutted up in invitation.

I eased closer and the tip of my prick slipped into Doug's hole with no
resistance.  More of me entered him and he broke away from kissing Jesse,
raised his head, and groaned.  He looked back over his shoulder at our
union as I pushed all the way into him.  "Ready?" I asked softly and he
nodded.  Jesse's hands reached up to the Englishman's head and pulled him
back down to him.

"Let's shag!" the Asian called out and I felt him grind his arse against
Doug's crutch.

It was my movements that would dictate the mechanics of our coupling.  I
accepted it was mine to create a sexual experience the three of us enjoyed
or make it just another fuck.  I chose to make it a sexual experience.  I
pulled out of the blond's hole until only my knob-end was still imbedded in
him.  Slowly, I pushed back in, ensuring that I was massaging his prostate
and establishing the rhythm of our sex.

I kept our pace slow and languid, savouring the tightness of Doug's canal
as it closed around my prick with my every thrust.  My fingers roamed down
his thighs and up across his back.  I explored Jesse's brown, hairy calves
riding his lover's back.

My hand gripped the Asian's closest ankle and I leant over Doug's back to
take each toe into my mouth and suck it.  Jesse shuddered and I reckoned
that I was giving him a new experience, one that would be introduced into
the future couplings of these two men.

I continued with long, slow strokes into Doug Yorston's hole, feeding all
of my prick to him and grinding my pubes into the walls of the valley that
was his crack before pulling almost from him.  Massaging his prostrate with
each forward thrust and scraping over it on each return.  He was doing the
same for Jesse Patel under him.  Together, we rode our individual waves of
pleasure through the soft, gentle, comfortable timelessness that had come
to hold us.

My bollocks had begun to tighten but I was nowhere close to a climax yet.
Jesse groaned, his toes curling.  His legs shuddered before me and he went
rigid.  Doug broke from the rhythm I had established, suddenly slamming
hard into the Asian beneath him and pushing back against me with the same
intensity.

For a moment more, he fucked Jesse and then himself fast and furiously.  He
ploughed into the Asian once more and stiffened.  He shuddered and the
muscles of his canal gripped me like a vise.  Blood rushed to swell my
prick as my bollocks churned out an orgasm that barrelled through my cock
like lava.  My crutch slammed into Doug and every muscle in my body
stiffened at the same time.  I exploded jizz into the reservoir of my
condom deep in his arse.

* * *

When I could again breathe regularly, I pushed myself off Doug's back and,
sitting on my haunches, pulled out of him.  I forced myself to stand on
wobbly legs and cross to the sideboard.  I poured whiskies for all three of
us and returned to the two boys still holding each other in post-coital
exhaustion.  Setting the drinks on the coffee table, I pulled the condom
from my still tumescent prick and dropped it in the rubbish basket.

"That was everything you said it would be," Doug told Jesse in a hushed
voice but made no effort to move off the Asian.  "And then some."

"I told you," he grunted.  "And our Inspector is a bloody nice fuck.  Now,
get off me, so I can breathe."  The Englishman slowly pushed himself up
onto his hands, his lips brushing the dark-skinned lad.  "I don't think I
can get my legs down," Jesse groaned.  "Pull them to the floor for me,
love."

I watched as Doug sat back on his haunches, his knees under the other man's
bum, and grip the front of each of the Asian's thighs and begin to press
down them, his cock still partially inside his lover.  "Christ!" Jesse
yelped.  "I've got a bloody cramp.  Take it easy, you sod!"

They ended up with the Asian's buttocks laying on Doug's thighs, his
encircling the Englishman's waist, and his feet on the floor on either side
of the blond's own feet.  Doug's dick was still inside Jesse.  They gazed
at each other, their lips locked into half-smiles.  The position and their
comfort with it seemed to be something that was common to them, to their
lovemaking.  I felt uncomfortable, an intruder in something that was
private.

I drained my whisky and started to slip towards the pile of clothes that
contained a pair of pants to cover my nudity.

"Phillip?"  I turned to find Jesse watching me.  Doug turned to see me
then.  "Don't, okay?  You're not intruding.  We invited you in, you belong
with us - here, naked, tonight."

"You're lovers-"

"And you've shagged us both, Inspector Goodson.  We both wanted that.
You've offered us your spare room to use.  We've got an open relationship -
Doug and I.  You're not intruding."

"You looked so-"

Doug laughed.  "We do love each other.  But neither one of is blind to good
looking guys like you.  I think it feels best to share such a guy - you
know, with both of us there.  But I'm willing to let Jesse go scout around
for that occasional guy - as long as he brings him along so I can have some
of him too."

"You didn't seem very interested when you arrived."

He snorted.  "And you're a bloody Inspector!  We're just out of police
training college.  How's a man supposed to feel going to meet a man like
you?  I expected to find myself having to snuggle with some old fart - or
find my head delivered to me on a platter."

"I wasn't what you'd expected?"

Doug rolled his eyes.  "Thank God that you weren't."

"Yeah," Jesse piped up.  "He's still be glowering if you were old and grey
and a bit on the plump side.  No amount of effort gets my Dougie erect if
he isn't interested in the guy - and that would have left him more than a
bit peevish."  "I think I need another drink," I said.  I did; I was unsure
I would ever understand these two.  "Yours are there on the coffee table."

"Could you hand them to us, Phillip?" Jesse asked.  "I want to hold him
right where he is a bit longer."

I shook my head and handed each a glass of whiskey.  The English lad was
still hard and half of him was still buried in the Asian's arse.  "Is he
always like this?" I asked.

"He's a dominating bitch, sir.  But I love him anyway."

"That's good to hear," I chuckled.

"He'd damned well better," Jesse growled, lifting his head and downing his
drink.  Right now, though, he's going to shag me and we want you to watch."
He smiled up at Doug.  "Drink up, bitch.  And this time I want to feel
you."  He chuckled evilly.  "Otherwise, you're the bottom for the next
month."  The Englishman groaned.  And ducked his head to tongue one of
Jesse's nipples.


I had watched them, of course.  I'm just as susceptible to watching two
lads enjoy themselves as any other gay man.  Even as I watched from the
couch as Doug Yorston ploughed the Asian's arse and Jesse bucked up to meet
his every stroke, however, my mind was beginning to think.

I had a serious case that had only one lead at the moment.  A lead that
entailed a weekend of surveillance at a Russian country estate in Sussex.
I had two students at Kings College willing to put me there and even to act
as my eyes and ears.

Brett and Richard were students, however.  They had no police training.
While they would expand what I could do myself, I would still be greatly
handicapped.  There were these two lads, however - both recently graduated
from Hendon.  Young, cute lads who were quite gay and willing to share
their charms - especially if the other lad was young and reasonably fit
himself.  They would certainly pass as two more of Brett's gay mates from
uni.  They had learnt the rudiments of policework, whereas the students
from Kings College hadn't.  And, as policemen, they could provide a greater
protection to Brett and Richard than I could alone.

"Were we that boring, Phillip?" Jesse asked sitting next to me on the
couch.  I looked over at him, pulling myself from my thoughts.  A sheen of
sweat covered his face and chest.  Jism congealed on his belly.  His glans
was hiding within the cowl of his foreskin but it was still half-erect.

Doug lowered himself onto the couch beside the Asian, reaching out to hug
him to him and bury his face in his back.

I smiled.  "I really do need two good men, gentlemen - if CID work
interests you?"

Jesse's eyes brightened.  "That?  Yes.  Tell us how we both get to work
with you, Phillip."

"You know that I can only ask for you to be temporarily assigned to me, to
help out on one case only.  You'd have to put in a transfer request to
become actual CID."

"You'd make sure the right people see it-"

"If I like your work, I could call home a few markers, yes."

"On this theft case of Jesse?" Doug asked.

"No.  That could be a bonus for him - if he can solve it.  And it wouldn't
justify pulling both of you from your current duties."

"What then?" Jesse demanded.

"Heroin's making its way into the gay community, boys.  There's already
been several deaths by overdose in the past two months."  Doug groaned.  "I
head up the investigation.  Only, I don't have a staff to speak of."

"Where would we come in?" Jesse asked.

"I'm trying to cover the clubs - to catch distribution - but I haven't been
successful.  Neither has the one man I have working with me."

"We could do Londontown pink!" Jesse yelped.

"Ssshhh," Doug hushed the Asian.

"There's an outing over to Sussex this weekend.  Some lads from the Russian
Trade Commission are holding it.  It's the only lead I have at the moment."
"Why is it a lead?" Doug asked, concentrating on the mechanics of the case.
"A couple of uni students have found the Russian bear very generous with
party drugs - even as the Russian Rouple is having a hard time of it."

"That would cause me to get curious," the Englishman agreed.

"So, when do you get us assigned to help out?" Jesse demanded.

"Tomorrow, if you're interested."

Jesse turned to look at his lover.  "We're interested, Phillip," he said.
"Count us in."  I had seen no communication between the two men.