Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 08:41:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: At the Main Street Bar and Grill (adults)

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At The Main Street Bar and Grill

Part One


In spite of its generic name, The Main Street Bar & Grill was an
establishment, which catered to the more mature males of the gay community.
On any given night the men in the bar ranged in age from forty to death.  A
smattering of young men also hung out there, hoping to find a sugar daddy,
or to take advantage of some old dude, who was foolish enough to be
flattered by their come-ons.  The bar was located in Greenwich Village in
lower Manhattan.  It was neither on Main Street, nor was it a grill.  It
was all bar and nothing else.  The only food one could hope for were bar
snacks; pretzels and peanuts, and even these were not always provided.  The
main reason for hanging out there has been, and always will be, for
cruising.

Unlike most modern establishments, there were no security cameras inside or
outside the bar.  Many of the clientele were married men with children,
even grandchildren, who didn't want to be caught on camera.  There were so
many of them, that the management had acquiesced to their demands, or
risked losing a lot of business.  Therefore, on the evening that Det. John
(Jack) Specio showed up at The Main Street Bar & Grill for the first time,
he was assured of complete anonymity.

Jack was a big (six and a half feet), strapping, tough, no-nonsense, cop.
He was also gay and very much out in the open.  Nobody in his precinct
would dare to poke fun at him, or question his arrest record.  Jack's fist
was bigger than most of their faces.

He didn't usually hang out in gay bars.  He didn't have to.  His partner of
fifteen years kept him very happy, in and out of the bedroom, so he had no
desire to `wander' and jeopardize a good thing.  Larry Bingham was the
exact opposite of Jack.  He was just five feet, ten inches tall, and he was
as mild mannered as Clark Kent.  He practiced real estate law in the
financial section of New York.

A series of unfortunate events brought Jack to this bar on this night.
Seven weeks earlier, a sixty-two year old gay male, Jerry Levitan, was
found brutally raped and beaten in his home.  His throat was slashed and
his apartment was in shambles.  Jerry's sister listed what she believed to
be the stolen items from the apartment: jewelry, TVs, a lap top, and some
of Jerry's clothes.  The police had determined that the unfortunate victim
was last seen at The Main Street Bar and Grill on the night of his murder.
None of the patrons, nor the bartender, remembered having seen him leave,
and there were no security tapes to assist the investigators.

Two weeks to the day, the scene was repeated on sixty-year-old Harry
Foster.  Harry had no relatives, but his friends also testified that they
knew for a fact that Harry had visited The Main Street Bar and Grill on the
night of his murder.  Of course, none of them were with him that night, and
they could shed no further light on the matter.

Two weeks after that, a similar fate claimed the life of Vincent Perrone, a
seventy-year old gay male, who was last seen at The Main Street Bar and
Grill.  Fortunately, in this case, one of his friends told the police that
he came to the bar with Vincent, but they did not hang out together that
night.  Sometime during the evening, he did spot him across the room for a
moment.

He was talking to a middle-aged man, but he didn't see Vincent or the man
again that night.  "I just figured that Vincent got lucky, and took his
trick home with him."  His description of the mystery man was very iffy;
about five-six to five-eleven, salt and pepper hair, or maybe it was brown,
wore eyeglasses and a gray pullover, was white or Latino (couldn't tell in
the heavy crowd and at that distance), and he was smoking.

The police were now ready to state that they had a serial killer on their
hands, and he was striking at precisely two week intervals.  The next two
week period was fast approaching.  Not wishing to alarm the community, Jack
decided to investigate under cover with full permission of Capt. Barkley,
his precinct captain.  Larry wanted to go with him, but Jack wished to
appear as if he was single and alone.  Larry pointed out that Jack was too
big and brawny for the perp to dare attack him, but he wouldn't hesitate to
come on to him.

There was no way Jack would involve Larry.  He pointed out that he was only
going to be an observer over the next few days.  He didn't expect that the
killer would approach him either.  Even though Vincent had been seen with a
smoker, there was no guarantee that he was the murderer.  Still, a smoker,
who wore glasses, was considered the prime suspect.  During the last couple
of decades there were less and less smokers around.  Maybe Jack's odds
would improve.

They didn't.  Half the bar patrons this Thursday evening were smoking, and
many wore glasses.  The smoke and the foul acrid odor were killing Jack.
He wondered if the guys who were smoking even cared if they lived or died.
Most of the men in the bar were huddled in groups, and they all seemed to
know each other.  Jack was trying to spot someone who seemed to be a loner,
and might approach another unattached man.

By midnight, there were only a few men left, and since they all seemed to
know each other, Jack went home.  It was two days to D-Day.  Jack dared
hope that the murderer would show on the next night to search for a victim.
He didn't want to have to depend on his instinct at the eleventh hour.  The
fatal day was Saturday night and the bar would be overflowing with male
testosterone all evening.  He was afraid he would miss the guy in the
heavily overcrowded bar.

The bar was much more crowded the next evening, than it had been on the
night of Jack's first vigil.  It was Friday, and the beginning of the
weekend, after all.  There were plenty of non-regulars there, along with
the regulars, enjoying a TGIF drink before heading home.  A few minutes
after Jack ordered a drink, which he intended to nurse all evening, he
spotted Larry entering the bar.  Jack was angry, but he didn't dare make a
scene.  If Larry was willing to be bait, it would be easy to keep an eye on
him, and anyone who might approach him.

Larry ordered a drink and purposely stood aside acting very much alone.
Jack kept a sharp eye on him, which was the reason he failed to notice a
man approaching him from his back.  He was bigger than Larry, but not as
big as Jack.  He was about forty, six feet even, Caucasian, brown hair,
bespectacled, in need of a shave, and he was smiling at everyone who might
have noticed him.  Apparently nobody noticed anybody who smiled at them.
Smiling men in a bar got lost, and became just another face in the crowd.

Suddenly Jack felt something probing his backside.  He knew beyond a shadow
of a doubt that it was a gun.  A vaguely familiar voice whispered in his
ear, "Don't make a scene detective.  Just leave quietly with me, and nobody
in this joint will get hurt.  If you choose to be foolish, I can take an
awful lot of souls with me, before you could subdue me."

Detective Specio walked slowly toward the front door.  Not wishing to place
anyone in danger, he complied with the voice's wish.  Moments later Larry
looked toward where Jack had been standing.  When he didn't see him, his
eyes searched the room, thinking his partner had moved elsewhere.  He did
not spot Jack, and he panicked.  He pushed his way around the crowded bar,
and when he was satisfied that Jack was gone, he pulled out his cell phone
and called Jack's precinct.

Outside the bar, the man with the gun steered Jack into an unlit, side
alley.  Occasionally, casual hook-ups gave each other blow jobs there
because it was so dark.  Most of the time nobody came back there except to
dump the bar's garbage.  The place was totally deserted at the moment.  Now
that other people were not in danger, Jack began to plan his move to subdue
the gun-wielding man.  Before he could act, Jack felt a sharp blow to his
head, and he blacked out.

When he awakened, he found himself completely naked in a four-poster bed.
Each of his arms and legs were tied to one of the four posts.  He wondered
if the guy who abducted him had an assistant, or if he had super human
strength.  He was too big for the man to have handled him by himself.  Jack
looked around.  Everything was hazy but he was sure that he was alone.

Through the fog in his brain, and the blur in his eyes, he heard someone
come into the room. He couldn't make out who it was.  Jack had never seen
the face of his abductor, and this guy's face was blurry.  He tried to
compare the image of the man in the room with the vague description of the
serial killer.  He didn't have much time to think about it.  He felt a
sharp jab in his left arm.  Before he passed into unconsciousness once
again, he was fairly certain that someone was fondling his cock.

He awoke about an hour later, but his mind was still blurry.  He opened his
eyes only to discover that he was blindfolded.

"Are you finally awake, Jack?" he heard a voice ask.  Someone was seated or
standing at his bedside.  Once again the voice sounded vaguely familiar.
He tried to identify where he had heard it before, but nothing came to
mind.  The voice continued on.

"How did you get me here?" Jack demanded to know.

"In a taxi.  I told the cab driver that you were drunk.  He helped me get
you in and out of the cab.  It's too bad you were sleeping so soundly.  You
missed the great blow job I gave you.  Your cum was so thick and plentiful
I could barely swallow all of it."

"Who are you and what do you want of me?" Jack managed to blurt out.

"I want you to love me Jack.  I just want you to love me."

"Do we know each other?"

"It's enough that I know you," the voice now had a little whimper in it,
and Jack concluded that he was dealing with someone who was not quite
stable.  He put all those thoughts aside.  He needed to know if this guy
was the serial killer.  If he wasn't, he was interfering in police
business, and someone else might be murdered.  Jack thought of Larry
putting himself out as bait, and he shuddered.  He decided to try a
desperate game with the man behind the familiar voice.

"Do you love me?" Jack asked in the sincerest voice he could muster up.

"Yes, very much."

"Then kiss me.  Demonstrate your love."

The man got into bed with Jack, and lay down on top of him.  He was naked
and his erect cock was jabbing Jack's limp member.  He placed his lips on
Jack's and began to kiss him in a very fatherly fashion.  Jack opened his
mouth and the man responded.  The detective learned what he wanted to.
This man was not a smoker.  There was not a hint of stale tobacco on him.
If he wasn't the murderer, who was he, and what did he want?

The man was aroused now and grinding his cock harder into Jack.  "Untie
me," Jack pleaded "so that I can make love to you."

"I can't do that until I am sure you love me too."

"Then at least take off my blindfold."

"I can't do that."

"Why not."

"I don't want you to know who I am just yet, and besides I'm pretty ugly."

"You sound beautiful to me, so I'll bet you have a beautiful soul.  That's
more important than a pretty face.  Do I know you?  Have we met before?"

"No, but I know you."

"Tell me where and when you know me from."

"Maybe later, after we make love."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to fuck you.  My brother fucks me all the time, but he won't let me
touch him.  I have never even felt his cock to this day.  He hurts me every
time, but he doesn't care.  We're twins you know."

"If I let you fuck me, will you promise to use a rubber and lots of lube?"

"Yes, I'm well prepared."

Then fuck me, and afterward, while we're cuddling we'll get to know each
other.


Part Two

The minute Capt. Barkley got Larry's call, he acted swiftly.  He sent a
patrol car around to pick up Larry, and hurry him to the police station,
where he could be questioned.  Skilled interrogators often elicited more
from a witness than they knew they had knowledge of.  He also sent two
plain-clothes detectives to the bar to continue the vigil in case Jack went
somewhere with the wrong man.  The killer was not due to act until the next
day so Barkley was very suspicious.  He didn't think that Jack had gone off
with the killer.  So where was he?

Unfortunately, both detectives were very handsome and very straight.  They
were so uncomfortable with the gay men coming on to them, that they weren't
really doing a good job at observation.

"Jack was standing at the bar nursing a drink," Larry related to
Capt. Barkley and another interrogator.  "We were keeping an eye on each
other.  I looked away for just a minute, and he was gone.  I searched the
whole bar, and when I couldn't find him I called you."

"Close your eyes," the interrogator requested.  "Picture the scene just
before you looked away.  Did you see anyone coming toward Jack?"

"I don't remember seeing anyone.  Hell, it was such a mob scene.  Wait, I
do remember seeing someone elbowing his way to the bar.  I thought nothing
of it, but he was also headed in Jack's direction."

"Can you describe him?"

"Yeah, average size, maybe a little above average height.  He was wearing a
baseball cap, NYY, but I could tell that for sure he had dark hair.  He
seemed to be in a great mood.  He smiled and nodded at everyone he had to
elbow on his way to the bar.  Oh yes, he wore glasses."

"That's great.  What did the glasses look like?"

"I was too far away.  I really can't say."

"OK Larry.  Why don't you go home now?  Maybe Jack will come home or at
least try to reach you."

"He'd call my cell phone.  I'd much rather hang around here.  I couldn't
relax anyway."

"OK.  I'm going to pull up pictures of likely candidates on the computer.
Maybe you'll be able to identify one of them.  In the meantime, why don't
you go into Jack's office?  There's a sofa in there.  Try to get some rest.

**********

The man untied one of Jacks legs, and then tied it to the same bedpost as
his other leg.  He did the same to Jack's arms so that now Jake was lying
on his side.  The man lubed Jack's ass really well, and reamed it a little
to stretch him.  He hunkered up to Jack and started to enter him.  Jack
could tell that he was wearing a rubber and he was well lubed.  The man was
being very gentle, and Jack found himself enjoying the experience.  He even
came just before his assailant.  The man remained nesting up against Jack.
He started to kiss his neck and caress his body.

"Thank you," Jack whispered.

"For what?"

"You made me cum.  Did you enjoy it as much as I did?"

"Uh huh."

"Then tell me your name please.  We are going to be great friends.  I can
tell."

The man giggled. "Everybody calls me `The Dummy.' "

"No way.  I'll kill the man who calls you that again.  Tell me about your
brother. You say he rapes you all the time."

"Yeah, he says it's more fun when it's rape.  He's always picking up guys
at The Main Street Bar and Grill. I drugged you with the same stuff he
uses.  When he gets them to their homes, he rapes them. He doesn't think
that I know what he does, or that I know about the drugs."

"You didn't rape me, and I liked what you did to me."

"I don't agree with my brother that you enjoy it more when it's rape.  When
he rapes me it hurts."

"Thank you for not hurting me.  Please tell me your name.  I need to call
you something."

"My real name is Marty, but everyone calls me `The Dummy,' he repeated.

"Do you have a last name?" Jack persisted.  He needed to know more about
Marty's brutal brother.  He fit a certain profile.

"Johnson, I think."

"Where's your brother now?"

"At work."

"It's kinda late to be working, don't you think?"

"Nah, he's a cop.  He works all kinds of crazy hours."  Jack's body tensed.

"What's his name?

"I ain't tellin'.  He does bad things.  You're a cop too, and you might
arrest him.  I'd have nobody to take care of me."

"I'd take care of you; I swear.  You chose me, and now I'm choosing you.
How did you come to choose me, anyway, Marty?"

"I saw you on TV one night on the news.  I fell in love with you, Jack.  I
wanted so much to fuck you.  My brother said he worked with you sometimes,
so I started to go to the precinct and I would follow you around.  I
followed you to the bar tonight.  You are so beautiful.  I love you so
much."

"Is your brother's name Sam, Marty?  There's a patrolman named Sam Johnson
in my precinct.  Now I realize why your voice and your appearance were so
familiar to me."

"Yeah, yeah, he's my twin brother.  Do you know him?"

"Not really well, but I've seen him around.  Please untie me now, Marty.
You and your brother and I are going to be great friends."

"If I untie you, will you stay with me until my brother comes home?"

"Yes, Marty, I swear."

Marty removed his blindfold, and Jack got a good luck at him.  He wasn't
ugly at all.  He was a damned handsome man.  Jack wondered who was feeding
the poor man with such lies, and why.  Before Marty could untie Jack's
limbs, the front door opened, and Sam Johnson came in.  He surveyed the
scene around him.

"What the fuck?" he screamed out.

"Your brother is pretty smart for a dummy, Sam.  He overpowered me by
surprising me in a bar, where I least expected it."

Sam's arrogance disappeared.  His shoulders sagged, "Why Marty, why did you
do this?"

"I love him Sam.  I wanted to fuck him."

"It's true Sam, but he really didn't fuck me.  He made love to me.  I even
came all over your bed sheets."

"What did he tell you about me?"

"Nothing, but I surmise from the little he said that you are a good
candidate for being the serial killer we have all been looking for.  Why
did you do it Sam?"

Sam sat down on the bed next to Jack, who was still lying on his side.

"I couldn't stand the way those old guys came on to the younger men.  It
galled me that they thought their sagging asses, tits and balls were still
attractive.  I wanted to teach them a lesson.  I'm off every other Saturday
so I had plenty of time to pick my pray.  I'm sorry Jack.  You don't fit
the profile of my victims, but now that you know, I have to kill you.  I'm
going to fuck you first, and kill you tomorrow."

Jack looked at Marty's twin brother in disbelief.  Marty may have been
retarded, but Sam was criminally insane.  He had little hope of surviving
past tomorrow.  Sam undressed quickly and got in bed with Jack.  He nested
up against him, rubbing his cock up and down Jack's crack.

Suddenly Marty yelled, "No you can't rape him.  He's mine.  I love him and
he loves me."

"Shut up, you dummy.  He doesn't love you.  He's using you to get at me.
He wants to hurt me.  Just get out of the room, and let me handle this."

Jack could feel Sam's cock getting harder as it rubbed up and down his
crack.  He was certain that Sam was going to enter him without any lube or
condoms, and certainly without preparation.  He gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, Jack heard Capt. Barkley's unique gravelly voice say, "I don't
think you want to be doing that, Sam."

**********

Larry had been lying on Jack's sofa for about half an hour, when
Capt. Barkley came in and asked him to come to his office.  He had brought
up a batch of look-alike suspects on his computer.  He wasn't optimistic,
but he wanted Larry to see if he could identify any of them.

As he was walking through the station on his way to Capt. Barkley's office,
a cop was signing out at the desk clerk's station.  "G'night," the desk
clerk mumbled robotically.  "See you Monday."

Larry froze in his tracks.  The guy looked very much like the man who
approached Jack.  It was his glasses which sealed the deal.  They strongly
resembled the one the guy in the bar was wearing.  He recognized them now.
As much as Larry felt that this was the man, he was equally certain that it
wasn't, but rather someone who resembled him strongly.

"I saw him... the man in the bar," Larry yelled at the captain as he barged
into his office.  "He's a cop.  He just went home until Monday."

The desk clerk identified the cop as being Sam Johnson, but he said that he
had been on duty since 4 PM that afternoon.

Capt. Barkley grabbed Larry's hand and ran to the personnel office.  He
pulled Sam's records. After studying them for a bit all he could say was,
"WOW!"

"What?" Larry asked.

"Sam has only one living relative, a twin brother, but he's retarded, er, I
mean, mentally challenged.  He couldn't list him as an emergency contact,
so he listed his next door neighbor.  You stay here."

"No I want to go with you."

"Forget about it.  I'm taking one of my men.  You're not trained for an
emergency."  Larry reluctantly stayed behind.

When the captain and the detective arrived at Sam's apartment, they found
the door unlocked.  They entered quietly, and could easily see the scene
enfolding in the bedroom.  Marty was standing at the foot of the bed
crying, and his brother, Sam, was about to penetrate Jack's ass.

The detective cuffed Sam and then threw a sheet around him to cover his
nakedness.

"He confessed to me that he's the serial killer, sir.  I'll read him his
rights," Jack volunteered.

"Get dressed," the captain said, "and come down to the station with us.
We'll need a statement from you."

"I need to take Marty with me, sir.  I promised him that I would look after
him.  I'm afraid he's fallen in love with me.  I'll call social services
from the station."

Larry did not go home.  He was at the station when Sam was brought in.  He
didn't care who saw him.  He hugged Jack and cried like a baby.

"Come into my office," Jack told Larry.  He took Marty's hand and led him
in also.

"Marty, honey," he said.  "I'm going to call a nice lady I know, and she is
going to give you a new home.  You'll never be raped there again.  You
might even fall in love with somebody else who lives there."

"No. I love you," Marty objected.

"I know you do, and I'll never desert you.  Larry and I will come to see
you every weekend, and we'll take you wherever you want to go: the zoo, an
amusement park, the beach, wherever."

"Promise!"

"I swear."

Mrs. Childs was very sweet, but she told Jack that she couldn't place Marty
in a home until after the weekend.  That was fine with him and Larry.  They
felt like they were taking a little boy home, even though he was as old as
they were.

On the way home they stopped at Marty's home and gathered what little
belongings he had.  When they got him home, they asked if he would like to
shower.  He did, but Jack had to help him.  Marty started to act
inappropriately, grabbing for Jack's cock, which was fast getting hard.
Larry stood by laughing.

After they got Marty in bed, he fell asleep immediately.

As they embraced in their own bed, Jack said, "I don't see how we can keep
his sexual urges in control this weekend."

Larry laughed.  "He may seem like a kid, but he's a grown man, with a grown
up cock from what I could see.  Don't sweat it.  If he needs to be loved,
let it happen."

"You're a saint," Jack mumbled as he fell asleep.  Larry kissed his
sleeping partner and rolled over.

Part Three

It's a good thing Larry was so saintly, because sometime in the middle of
the night, Marty joined them in their bed.  He cuddled between them and
fell fast asleep.  He slept without fear, for the first time in his life.

In the wee hours of the morning, he leaned over and alternately sucked his
benefactors' cocks.  Larry and Jack woke up to the wonderful ministering of
Marty's tongue and lips.  If they felt guilty, and thought that they should
stop him, they couldn't.  It felt too good.

After a while, Marty begged, "Can I fuck one of you and would one of you
fuck me?" he asked plaintively.

"Sure, Marty," Larry said.  "In fact we are going to give you a present to
make up for all the years you were abused.  You're going to be in the
middle."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll show you," Jack said.  He reached into his night table and took out
a tube of lube.  He and Larry hadn't used condoms since the first week of
their union.

"Lie on your back, Larry," Jack instructed his lover.  "Marty fucked me a
few hours ago so now, he can do you, and I'll do him."

Jack and Marty both greased Larry's ass and Marty's cock.  Jack helped the
loveable man enter his partner's ass, and it strangely aroused him more
than usual.  He prepared Marty's ass and his own cock, and entered Marty
easily, too easily.  He remembered that his twin brother, Sam, raped him
almost every night.  Jack had seen and felt Sam's aroused dick, and he knew
how substantial it was.  Marty would be well stretched, and easy to enter.

As soon as the three men were in position, they began to pump in unison.
Marty came first, unloading inside of Larry.  His ass constricted when he
came, and that put Jack over the edge.  He came, shooting way up Marty's
ass.

Although Marty's cock was massaging Larry's prostate gland, he failed to
cum.  Instinctively, Jack pulled out of Marty and went down on Larry,
intending to finish him orally.  Giggling and laughing Marty went down on
Larry also, and he and Jack finished him off in short order.  Both
cock-suckers drank every bit of juice Larry produced.

Marty fell asleep again, but Jack and Larry couldn't go back to sleep, so
they got up, showered and dressed.  It was a glorious Saturday morning, and
they intended on spending the day with Marty before turning him over to
Mrs. Childs.  Maybe he would like to go to a movie or to The Bronx Zoo.
They would ask him when he woke up.  Suddenly, the thought of turning him
over to a social services person disturbed them both deeply.  Marty was so
helpless, and he needed them so badly.

Larry spoke first.  "There's a great adult day care center on twenty-third
Street.  I could drop him off on my way to work, and pick him up on my way
home.  We could take care of him, if the powers that be would allow it.  I
hate the thought of his living in a group home, when we could give him the
love and care he needs.  I'd work with him.  I'll bet I could teach him to
read, and maybe do odd jobs around my office.  His brother didn't give him
a chance to learn any skills."

"I was thinking along the same lines, honey.  I'll call Mrs. Childs
tomorrow morning.  I'll ask her to remand him into our custody, and I'll
let her know what our plans are for him."

"I always wanted us to have a baby," Larry laughed.

"Are we going to have a baby?" a naked Marty asked as he came into the
kitchen.

"No Marty," Larry said.  "How would you like to live with Jack and me?  We
both love you very much."

Marty couldn't answer.  He just started to cry.  The men assumed that he
was crying because he was happy.

"What should I tell Sam?" he asked.

"You don't have to tell him anything," Jack said.  "He asked us to look
after you because he has to go away for a very long time."  Marty smiled,
content with the answer.

Larry and Jack received temporary custody of Marty, pending a final review
by social services.  One day a social worker arrived at their apartment
without prior notice.  Larry asked Marty to read to her from a first grade
primer. He read the simple text flawlessly.

"I've skipped first grade," Larry informed the social worker.  "He's a very
fast learner.  We're doing second grade reading and arithmetic.  I'm going
to start him on history and geography soon.  He's soaking up knowledge like
a sponge.  Sometimes I bring him to my office.  Now that he has mastered
the alphabet, he does some filing for me, and he never screws up."

The social worker was so pleased, that with her assistance they were
appointed Marty's foster parents.

Every night they put Marty to bed in his own bedroom.  Sometime during the
night, he would come into their room, and snuggle up to them in their bed.
They tried not to have sex with him, but it was always Marty who got things
going, and they couldn't resist him.  They rationalized, by telling each
other, that the guy was a mature adult, who needed as much love as they
could give him.

They wanted their "baby" to mature naturally, and socialization was an
important part of the process, so at least one evening during the weekend,
they took him to The Main Street Bar and Grill.  His cognitive abilities
were constantly improving under Larry's tutelage.  He could carry on a
conversation, and most people never suspected that he was mentally
challenged. He was allowed to have one non-alcoholic beverage during the
evening.

One day, Larry wondered how he felt when they took him to the bar, and he
asked Marty to describe his feelings.

Marty smiled.  He hesitated a long time before he answered.  When he did,
Larry and Jack started to cry.

"I feel real," he said.  "I feel like a real person.  I feel like I belong
somewhere.  I feel loved.  I realize how lucky I am to have you guys in my
life.  You rescued me from hell, and I don't think I ever show you enough
gratitude.  I have a confession to make.  Sometimes when I am working in
your office, Larry, I feel so useful, I just want to pull down your pants
and make love to you."

They laughed through their tears.  "I'm glad you save it for our bedroom at
night.  By the way Marty, today is our sixteenth anniversary, and we would
like to celebrate alone.  Do you mind?"

"Of course not," Marty said.  "Have lots of fun.  I love you both so much."

Late that night, when Larry and Jack were finished making love, and
cuddling in each other's arms, Larry whispered in Jack's ear, "We're going
to lose him, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"He's improving every day.  I'm even seriously beginning to doubt that he
was ever really retarded.  I think Sam convinced him that he was simple, so
he wouldn't fight being raped every night.  In a short while, he's going to
be a viable member of society.  Someday he's going to meet someone who will
love him more than we do...in that special way, and he'll love back.  We'll
have to give him up, but I guess that's a good thing."

"Sure it is.  It's like we had a real son.  He grew up, went to college,
got married and left us.  We'll cry a little, but we'll be so happy for
him.  Now kiss me and let me get some rest.  I ain't getting any younger."

Jack fell asleep in sheer contentment.  By capturing Sam, he had saved an
unknown number of lives.  By getting custody of Marty, he and Larry had
saved one more life, one that was very precious to both of them.

Part Four

During the first six months that Marty lived with Larry and Jack, Larry
home-schooled him, with some help from Jack.  By month seven, Marty grew
impatient with his tutors.  They were not teaching him enough, fast enough.
He joined a nearby public library, and started devouring science and math
books.  He also began to read classic novels, which Larry recommended.  He
stayed up all night and read Moby Dick twice.

Jack bought him an IPad, and he downloaded even more books and information.
They bought him his own computer, and he was constantly "googling"
information.

By the end of the first year, Larry and Jack were tutoring him in high
school subjects.  They didn't have the time to work with him as fast as
Marty would like, so they hired outside tutors for him.  They didn't care
about the cost of "teaching" him.  They began to realize that Marty might
be a genius, and they were honored to mentor him.

The State provided examinations for home-schooled students to assure that
they were keeping up with the rest of the school population.  Marty was
acing all the tests. At the end of his second year of living with his
foster parents, he was awarded his high school diploma, and he applied for
admission to the City College of New York.

Marty didn't have much time for a social life.  He cut out going to The
Main Street Bar and Grill one evening a week, and he even cut down on the
time he spent in bed with Jack and Larry.  He preferred to read far into
the night, and he didn't want to be distracted.  The only time he allowed
himself to be diverted from his studies, was from 3 to 5 PM every Tuesday
and Thursday.  On those afternoons, he went to Larry's office to do the
filing.

At some point he began to browse through some of the law books in Larry's
law library.  Larry rarely used the library anymore.  He was now doing
research on his computer.  Marty would get so absorbed in his reading that
Larry would often go home, leaving Marty to close the office by himself.

Larry could not get over his student's growing abilities.  During the
summer before he entered college, Marty worked for Larry full time.  One
day, he asked Marty if he would like to research the law and past cases in
an area that Larry needed in order to support the validity of a claim to
some property which was in dispute.  His research was so thorough and so
helpful, Larry realized that Marty was the best paralegal he had ever used.

When Marty told Larry that he wanted to study law as a profession, Larry
could not stop crying.  At the same time, he wanted to kill Marty's parents
for not allowing him to go to school like his twin brother, and convincing
him that he was a simpleton.  He wished that they were alive so he could
cross examine them, and find out why.  Larry began to think more and more
about the enigma of Marty's developmental years.  It bothered him to the
point where it became an obsession, and he determined to solve the mystery.

New York State did not have a death penalty.  Marty's brother, Sam, was
serving three consecutive life sentences, without any chance of parole.
The prison was in upstate New York.  Larry determined to take a few days
off to visit Sam and see if he could shed some light on this mystery.

Sam had never seen Larry, and was unaware of any connection to his captors.
He agreed to see Larry out of curiosity.  Larry made up an elaborate story.
He was a psychologist, and he was treating Marty for his retardation.  He
told Sam he was quite confused, because Marty's brain waves were perfectly
normal, yet he functioned at a seven to eight year old level.  He wondered
if Marty had suffered any trauma as a child.

Before he would divulge any family history, Sam questioned Larry as to
Marty's well-being.  Larry had to assure him that Marty was in a good home,
and was thriving.  Sam gave out a sigh of relief, and appeared to be
genuinely relieved.

"When we were very young," Sam began, "Marty questioned my parents about
everything, including their judgment in making family decisions.  After a
while he became such a pest they told him to shut up and stop asking
questions.  He wouldn't do it, and they didn't like him second guessing
everyone.  They began to smack him every time he questioned their
authority.  He learned fast enough to remain silent or risk getting beat
up.  In fact, he never opened his mouth, and my folks began to call him a
dummy.  They enrolled me in school, and kept him home.  They wouldn't let
him play with other kids, and always told him how dumb he was."

Larry shook his head sadly.  "You see Sam.  Marty began questioning
everything he saw and heard before he was old enough for kindergarten.  He
wasn't a dummy at all.  He was a genius.  In fact he's starting college in
just a couple of weeks."

"Bullcrap.  He's a dummy and always will be.  I'm glad I don't have to take
care of him anymore."

"Nobody has to take care of Marty anymore, Sam.  If he ever expresses a
desire to visit you, will that be all right?"

"Not necessary.  I don't want my buddies here to see what a moron I have
for a twin brother."  Larry sighed and left the prison.  At least he knew
now what happened to Marty in his childhood.  He had been too smart for his
own good.

**********

Even at forty-three, Marty was not the oldest entering freshman.  There
were several senior citizens in his class.  They enrolled for the college
experience, which they had missed in their youth, and to learn new things.
None of them was trying to start a fresh career.  All their other
classmates admired them.

Marty no longer wore glasses.  He now favored contact lenses.  His straight
brown hair was speckled with gray.  He was an exceptionally handsome man.
His six foot stature was not marred by extra fat.  He worked out in a gym
regularly with his foster parents.  He didn't need much sleep, and he often
read and studied all through the night.

His first class on his first day was political science.  He walked into the
room and every female in the class stared at him.  They saw a movie star.
Two or three men in the room tented their trousers under their desks.  One
of those men was Professor Gary Stevenson.

Gary was thirty-eight.  He was five feet, ten inches tall.  His hair was
sort of blond, but it was thinning.  He had a good body and one could see
that he worked out often.  When he came into the room, Marty noticed him
with just a tiny bit of lust.  The only sex he had ever had, aside from
being raped, was with Jack and Larry.  They kept urging him to go out and
explore other men, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, so this lustful
feeling for his professor was foreign to him.

Gary, on the other hand, had no trouble recognizing his attraction to
Marty.  He had admitted to himself, early in life, that he was gay.  He was
comfortable in his skin, but he was never attracted to his boy students.
At last a man had come into his classroom.  Still, he knew that it was not
wise to get involved with students.  Gary was aware that a few of his
colleagues were having affairs with female students.  Anyway, he had to get
on with class, and could pursue his desires later on.

He wrote his name and office telephone number on the blackboard.  After his
name, he wrote, Esq.  "This is my name," he said.  "You can reach me at
this number if you have a problem or just need to ask a question.  You'll
find that I am always available.  If I'm out, I'll get back to you within
one working day."

He then asked the class to rise one at a time, state their names, why they
were taking this class, and what high school they graduated from.
"Everyone in this school is a New Yorker.  I always like to know if any of
my fellow alumni are in the class," he explained.

When it was Marty's turn, Gary's heart skipped a beat.  "My name is Martin
Johnson.  I'm taking this class because I want to major in Political
Science.  I hope to be a lawyer someday, and maybe go into politics.  I
didn't go to a city high school.  I was home-schooled."

"So you want to be a lawyer?  As you can see I'm a lawyer.  I teach
Business Law and Political Science here as a sideline.  I guess my first
love is teaching.  See me for a moment after class, Mr. Johnson.  I'd like
to explore your ambition a little more."

Marty was thrilled by the invitation.  He was happy to stay a bit after
class and risk being late for his next one.

"How would you like to come into my office when you have time, and do some
clerking for me?  That way you can experience firsthand if you would like
to pursue your dream of studying law."

"I'd like that a lot, a lot more than you can imagine," Marty answered
knowingly, hoping that Prof. Stevenson would get his drift, "but I already
do that for my foster father."

"Your foster father?" Gary asked incredulously.

"Well, I mean, he fostered me when I was a kid.  I still live with him and
my other foster parent, but we are friends now."

"That's a really unusual situation.  Most foster kids can't wait to get
away from their foster parents."

"Perhaps it is unusual, but I love them dearly.  By the way, Professor,
what kind of law do you practice?"

"Family law.  Why do you ask?"

"My foster dad, Larry Bingham, is a real estate lawyer.  I think he'd be
delighted to fire me, so I can work on another branch of law.  I work for
him every Tuesday and Thursday from 3 to 5 PM.  I arranged my schedule so I
am still free those hours.  How does that fit in with your schedule
Prof. Stevenson?"

"It fits in perfectly.  My last class every day is at noon so feel free to
come by my office whenever you want to.  By the way, when we are not in
class, please call me Gary.  We are contemporaries after all."  He handed
Marty his business card.

Marty glanced at it and smiled.  "I'll see you on Wednesday for our next
class, and if possible I'll come into your office tomorrow afternoon.  Now
I have to run off to my next class."

Marty had two classes that morning, which ended at eleven.  Then he had an
hour off, another class at one and his last class started at two. That
evening, Jack and Larry wanted to know all about his first day at school.
Marty was as exuberant as any other college freshman describing his day.
He even divulged his lustful feelings for Gary, and his mentors were
pleased.

"Of course you should accept working for your professor.  It's a branch of
law even I know little about.  You might possibly be able to help kids who
are in the same boat you were in when you came to us.  Go for it Tiger,"
Larry said, while pumping a fist.

 His first class the next morning was Business Law.  He didn't dare hope,
but sometimes prayers are answered.  Gary was the teacher.

 Before taking a seat, Marty went up to Gary, smiled and said, "I can be in
your office at 2 PM today, if that suits you."

"You have no idea how well that suits me, Marty.  Now take a seat."

**********

That afternoon, in his office, Gary gave Marty a research project.  He
looked around for the law library.  Gary realized what he was doing and
started to laugh.  "It's all gone," he said with pride. "I do all my
research on line."  He gave Marty the access code to a spare computer in
the office, and Marty went to work.

Less than an hour later Marty presented him with a fully annotated brief.
When Gary read it he was amazed.  Marty had done a better job than a highly
paid paralegal.  He looked up at Marty in awe.  "Are you free to have
dinner with me?  I sense that you have an amazing story to tell me, and I
want to hear all about it."

"I'd love to have dinner with you, thanks."

"We'll go to my place and I'll cook something up."

Gary closed the office at 4:30 PM.  He was anxious to get home to be alone
with this brilliant and gorgeous man. When they entered his apartment, Gary
immediately took off his tie, shoes and socks.

"You might as well get comfortable too," he grinned.  "I'm holding you
prisoner until I hear all about you.  I don't know if you are aware of it,
but you are someone very special."

"OK, but I need to call my foster...er...I mean, my roommates to tell them
that I won't be home until very late."

Gary wanted to say tell them you won't be home at all, but all he said was,
"Sure.  When you're done come into the kitchen and keep me company, while I
prepare dinner."

Marty carefully edited his story.  Larry had filled him in on his
childhood, and how poorly his parents handled his brilliant mind.  He told
Gary all about that, and Gary looked aghast.  Then he told him how his twin
brother continued treating him like an imbecile.  He refrained from telling
him that his brother raped him repeatedly.

Then whispering, as if it was too awful to speak out loud, he told Gary how
his brother's mind became warped somehow, and he began to murder older gay
men.

"My mentor, Jack, was the cop who caught him.  He saw how helpless I was
and he and his partner, Larry took me in.  They made me what I am today,
and I love them to death."

Gary was speechless.  What could he say?  He sensed there was a story here,
and now he knew it.  Marty was clever enough not to bring in even a hint of
sexual activity.

Gary saw that there were tears in Marty's eyes.  Instinctively, he stood up
and embraced his student.  Instinctively, Marty hugged back.  They looked
in each other's eyes, and instinctively, once again, they both knew.

"The men who raised you, so to speak," Gary asked, "they're gay, then?"

"Very gay, and totally devoted to each other after eighteen years, going on
nineteen."

Now it was Gary's turn to look sad.  "I envy them.  I've been looking for
someone to share my life all these years, and so far no luck."

"Are you sure?" Marty asked with a smile.

"I see where you are going with this.  I'm not sure I could handle living
with a genius, even a gay genius."

"What do you say if I arrange a dinner date for the four of us, and you can
cross examine them to find out what it's like to live with a genius."

"That sounds like a plan."

Marty was taller than Gary.  He leaned down and started to kiss him.  At
first the kiss was fatherly, but little by little it got more passionate.
Their tongues began to duel.  Marty separated for a moment, put his cheek
against Gary's and whispered in his ear, "How'd you like to find out what
it's like to make love to a genius?"

"Just fuck me, baby.  I'll try to forget you have an IQ in the
stratosphere, but could we wait until after dinner?  I'm starved."

**********

They stood in the bedroom facing each other, smiling.  Gary removed his
shirt, and then Marty removed his.  Gary removed his belt, and Marty
followed suit.  Slowly, methodically, teasingly, they removed every article
of clothing until they stood facing each other totally naked.

Marty was uncut, his fully erect, rather plump cock, was about seven inches
of pulsating beauty.  Gary was circumcised.  His cock was about six and a
half inches, and a bit thinner than Marty's.  It too was throbbing in
anticipation.  He fell on his bed, and held out his arms to Marty, begging
him to join him.

Marty fell on top of him, and their kissing resumed as their hard cocks
ground together.  Marty felt an orgasm coming on, so he slid down Gary's
body and literally gobbled up his dick.  He came up for air long enough to
say, "I'm sorry honey.  I'm too hot for foreplay.  I need you inside of me
so badly."

He sucked sensuously, slowly, and Gary's body began to writhe.  He began to
moan, and Marty could feel Gary's orgasm starting.  He pulled off, waiting
for Gary's joy to subside.  Before Marty could ask, Gary produced condoms
and lube from his night table.

Marty lubed his ass generously, put the rubber on Gary's dripping cock, and
lubricated that as well.  He straddled Gary and gingerly sat down on him
until Gary's cock could not go in any further.  Gary was amazed at how
little resistance he met.  He was unaware of Marty's history with rape, and
Marty wanted to keep his secret for as long as possible. Even while
bouncing up and down on his new found love, he vowed to ask Jack and Larry
to keep the sex part of his history a secret until he felt secure enough to
tell Gary.

Suddenly Marty felt Gary trying to stop his thrusting.  "Don't stop," Marty
sighed.  "Let yourself go.  This isn't a one night stand.  I think...I
think I love you."

Gary gave out a slight sob, and began to thrust with vigor.  He came
screaming. "I love you too.  I love you too."

Marty leaned over and started to kiss Gary with renewed vigor.  All he
could think about was that he would never use rubbers again with this man.
He, Jack and Larry never used rubbers and he missed feeling Gary's essence
invading his body.

Both Gary and Marty didn't think that a romance between teacher and student
was a good idea.  They tried to stay apart and see other men, but you can't
deny true love.  Eventually they stopped fighting their passion for each
other.

Marty completed his BA in two and a half years.  After graduation, with the
blessings of Jack and Larry, he moved in with Gary and started law school
at Fordham.  None of this cost him a penny.  He was on a full scholarship.
After graduation, he went to work for Gary, and like Gary, he taught law
classes at Fordham Law.

One weekend after graduation, he went upstate to visit his brother.  Sam
refused to see him, so Marty put him behind him once and for all.  He and
Gary had rich and fulfilling lives...what was left to them.