Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2008 17:04:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Andy / Chapter 1 / Beginnings

Officer Andy
By
randyhoward2@yahoo.com
Chapter 1


The figure slowly walked from the alley.  He stayed to the
shadows where his form could not be seen.  He wanted to
get as far from here as he could for he was scared of being
exposed by the bright lights of downtown.  A car was
coming at him and he ducked into a dark doorway until it
passed.

'To close for comfort that time we think,' he said to himself.
'We must be more careful or we shall be caught." He told
himself.

He slowly escaped the bright lights and made his way to
the darker, seedier parts of the city.

'We is almost home now my beloved,' he said aloud as he
stole another block undetected. 'One more building and we
are home my dear one,' he says to himself.


Across town at a cafe, I sat drinking a coffee.  It was my
lunch hour and I loved this place.  Billy, the night waiter
was talking to me as he did every night that I came in.  My
name is Andy Butler.  I am a city cop and one of a long line
of cops in my family line.  My grandfather and father had
both been police officers and my dad had been killed in the
line of duty just last year.  I finished my coffee, gave Billy
a five spot, and told him to keep the change.  I left and
drove back to my beat and started to make my rounds.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn to broken fence gate by
an adult bookstore.

'That is strange,' I thought. 'That gate is always shut and
locked.'

I got out of my car and proceeded towards the alley with
the broken gate.  I took my flashlight out and shown it
down the alley.  I was shining it around when the light
caught a bare foot sticking out from the side of a dumpster.
I drew my revolver and proceeded with caution towards
where the light shown.  When I got near the side of the
dumpster, I saw the body of a young man.  He was naked
and his throat had been slit with a knife.  Blood oozed from
the wound, and his eyes were still open and fear shown in
them as I felt for a pulse.

"Shit, nothing," I said aloud. "Another fucking gay murder,
that is the tenth one this month," I said with anger in my
voice.

I called on my radio for backup and told the dispatcher
what had happened.  Within minutes, cruisers came from
all different directions descending upon the crime scene.  I
told the detectives exactly what I found upon arriving at the
scene.  The C.S.I. team gathered the clothes of the dead
man and noticed that no underwear was to be found as they
processed the crime scene.

"Hey Tom, this gotta be another one of that asshole's
murders," Detective Jim Branson said. "No fucking
underwear just like the other ten fags."

"Show some respect for the dead Jim, will ya," Tom said.
Detective Tom Sullivan was more sensitive than his partner
Jim was.

"Oh fuck Tom, he's dead for Christ sake," Jim says.
"Besides it's another fag off the street," he says lighting a
cigar.

"I don't care Jim, he is still somebody's son," Tom says.

"Your to fucking sensitive for this line of work," Jim
retorts. "You should have been a preacher or something."

"If you don't need me detective I'm going to finish my
rounds," I said to Tom.  I do not like Jim and Jim does not
care much for me.  Tom always had shown me respect and
I liked that.

"Nah we're good kid, take off." Tom said. "Andy, you be
careful out there, you here."

"Always Tom, always, and thanks."

I get in my car and leave the bright lights of downtown and
head uptown to the area known as the ghetto.  People here
are just shadows in doorways.  People without faces I
always say; just different shapes and sizes, but no faces.

'There goes that nasty copper my beloved. They must have
found your tormentor,' he says.  'He is looking for us
beloved, but he will not find us we thinks. We will get him
to my beloved just wait my pet we will get him too.' He says
with an evil chuckle.

I look at the clock on the dash and it is six thirty-nine.  I
decide to head back towards the station to call it a night,
thankful that it is over.

"I wonder if those guys will ever catch that fucker that is
killing all those young men," i say aloud to no one but
myself. "If anyone does I hope it is Tom and not that
asshole Jim."

I park my cruiser in the police yard and walk into the
station. I walk past the desk sergeant who looks up from his
work and says.

"Nice work tonight Andy." He says. "Keep that shit up and
you will be a detective yourself soon."

"Not me Sarge," I say with a smile. "I like the streets."

I head to the locker room and change out of my uniform,
stripping down naked.  I grab a towel from the bag I pull
from my locker and head to the showers.  I turn on the
furthest showerhead and stand beneath the hot spray.  I am
under the spray about ten minutes when Tom comes in to
shower.

"Nice work tonight Andy," Tom says to me giving me a
brief once over with his eyes.

"Thanks Tom, I appreciate you noticing my work," I tell
him and smile.  I am nervous with this much-respected
detective and I drop my soap in front of Tom. I quickly
stoop down to retrieve it and come cock to eye with Tom's
big cock.  I pause for a moment longer than I should and
Tom notices it.

"Find everything you were looking for son," Tom asks me
as I quickly get up.

"Yeah . sorry . Tom," I stammer and my face turns
crimson.

"What's the matter son, water to hot? Your face is a little
red kid," as Tom softly laughs. "Maybe saw something
more than the soap you wanted," he asks to me.

"Err . I . guess .. Tom," I say and I brighten even
more.

"Why don't we ." Tom is interrupted as Jim comes in to
shower.  "See you later Tom," I say and I hurry from the
room.

I quickly dry off and dress and I am out of the locker room
in a flash.  I cannot believe that I had been caught looking
at Tom's big cock.  I get in my car and turn the key and
nothing.

"Fuck, not now of all times," I say angrily.  I try it again
and still the car will not start.  I knew the battery was shot
but I had hoped to get one more week until payday out of it.
I lean my head against the steering wheel and there is a tap
on the window. I jump as I look up and see Tom standing at
the window.  I open the door and Tom says.

"Car trouble kid," Tom said.

"Yeah, the battery finally died." I said. "I need to go get a
new one."

"Come on kid, I'll take ya."

I lock up my car and get in with Tom.  I am still a bit
nervous from the shower and I am hoping that Tom has
forgotten about it.

"You sure it is the battery," Tom asks.

"Yeah, the guy at my garage told me it was shot and that I
needed a new one.  I was just hoping that this one would
make it until pay day." He said.

"If your short on dough I can lend you some," Tom says. "I
am sure we can work out some kind of repayment plan," he
says and he pats my thigh.

"I guess I might have to borrow some until payday Tom.  I
am short this week with rent and my car payment that I
paid." He says.


"No problem Andy, we've all been there from time to
time." He says to me. "Besides, like I said we can work out
a payment plan that we can both agree with." He says and
gives me a wink.

Tom takes me to the local Wal-Mart and we pick up a
battery.  He pays the cashier and we drive back to my car
and replace the old one.

"Bring the old one back with the sale slip and the store will
give you five bucks back." He tells me.

"Thanks Tom, I really appreciate you helping me out like
this.  I will repay you on Friday when we get paid, if that's
alright," I ask him.

"Well why don't we go back to my place and have a beer
and we can work out a repayment plan." He says. "You got
any place to be?"

"No just going home to bed." I tell him.

I follow Tom to his place and man am I surprised to see it.
He has a big two story English Tudor with a three car
garage.  When I get inside, I am more surprised, by the
interior.  It has been decorated superbly and equal to
something in house and garden magazine.

"Did you do all this yourself Tom," I ask him.

"Do what kid," he says.

"The decorating, furniture, and stuff."

"Nah, not me.  I can't even pick out a bottle of mouthwash,
never mind this shit," he says laughing. "My sister did all
this shit for me, she does it for a living," he tells me.

He grabs two beers from the fridge and we head to his den.
It is nicely done in dark cherry paneling with rich brown
leather furniture.  One wall is all shelves and filled with
books.

"Did you read all those?"

"Yeah and if you tell anyone I will kick your ass," he warns
me. "Don't like people knowing I have an education."

"Why Tom? There is nothing wrong with being smart."

"People don't like smart cops, especially other cops." He
says. "It makes them look stupid." He says taking a long
draw off his beer. "Now lets talk about that repayment
plan." He says and pats my leg. "I am sure we can find a
mutual agreement kid."

"Ah . what . did you have in mind, Tom" I stammered
knowing exactly what he had in mind.

He pulled me into him and kissed me hard and then pushed
me away and said.

"You got any objections to us having a little sex kid," he
asks.

"Not with you Tom, I don't." I tell and lean back in and
kiss him back.

He gets to his feet, pulls me up, and grabs my hand.

"Let's go to my room, kid."

He leads me holding my hand to his bedroom.  My heart is
pounding and I wonder if he can hear it.  I have always
admired this man for his fairness and the respect he showed
to others.  He had always been willing to help me out when
I first started on the force.  He and my dad had been
partners when they first started on the force many years
ago.  Although Tom was in his late forties he still had a
great body and good looks.  He worked out daily and
watched what he ate and it showed.  I could not believe that
I was going to bed with the man that my dad had been a
best friend with.  We slowly undressed and he watched my
every move as I removed my clothes.

"You look so much like you dad, kid.  You know I miss
that guy a lot." He says to me and his eyes get glossy. "I
don't know if I should tell you this or not; but I blew your
dad one time." He said.

"My dad, no way." I told him.

"Yeah, just once and we never talked about it or did it ever
again after that." He said a bit melancholy. "It was when
your mom was pregnant with you and was having problems
with the pregnancy.  Your dad and I were patrolling and he
seemed a bit irritable.  I asked him what the fuck was
bothering him; he told me that he was just horny from
having no sex.  I asked him how long had it been and he
told me two months.  Fuck I told him how could you go
that long without sex.  He said it was not to bad at first but
now his nuts felt like they were going to explode.  We
drove around on our beat for a while and at lunchtime I
asked him were he wanted to eat.  He told me that he would
drop me off at the diner and he was going to find a place
where he could jerk off.  Seeing how I was driving, I drove
us to this old abandon warehouse down by the waterfront.
He says what the fuck we doing here Tom to me and I told
him to get out of the car.  For what he asks and I told him
that he was not going to jerk off alone and be caught by
someone, so I was going to stand lookout for him.  We both
laughed our asses off as we got out of the car.  We walked
behind the building and found a secluded alcove.  Your dad
undid his pants, dropped them, pulled his boxers down, and
started to jerk off.  I stood there and just stared at the size
of his cock. He looks up at me and says, what the fuck man
you going to watch me or what.  I just walked over to him,
knelt down before him, took his cock in my mouth, and
gave him the best fucking blowjob he ever had.  After he
came, he pulled up his pants, looked my square in the eyes
with his hand on my shoulder, and said.

"Thanks Tom, only a true friend would have done that," as
he gave me a quick kiss on the lips and walked off. We
never spoke about that night ever again.  We were so close
after that and he always showed me the greatest respect."
His eyes now are tearing and they are running down his
cheeks.  I walk over to him and we embrace as I look deep
into his eyes and we kiss.  It is a sweet kiss, passionate and
tender as the man I am holding.  He took me to the bed and
gently laid me down.

"I am sorry Andy, I shouldn't be doing this with you." He
said as started to cry. "I am old enough to be your father
and," he stopped as he started to cry even harder.

I just held him and let him cry, gently playing with his hair.
When he finally got control of himself, he looked into my
eyes and I said.

"Tom its ok buddy. You and dad were best buds and now
we can be best friends.  The age does not matter to me guy.
My dad was all man and had he not had my mom I think
you two would have grown to be lovers.  Lets just see
where this takes us my friend and lets not look at our age
difference, ok." I tell him as I kiss him so passionately.  He
breaks our kiss and he turns me away from him and spoons
me to him and we fall asleep with his arm across my chest
holding my hand and my head resting on his other arm.  As
I lay there before sleep, I am thinking of this man that is so
tenderly and passionately holding me.  I can even picture in
my mind that scene when the love Tom had for my dad had
led him to expose himself to him in a way that made him
most vulnerable and my dad excepted that love from his
best friend.  My heart was singing love songs for Tom and I
knew what my dad must have felt.  Even though my dad
was too much of a man to hurt my mom with Tom, my dad
must have had a love for this man.  He had always had Tom
at every family get together and holiday.  My dad was
always with him even on his days off.  Even though they
never had sex after that one time, my dad had a love for
Tom.  I saw it in his eyes when he looked at Tom even
though I was to young then to recognize the look.  I know
now what that look was because Tom had it also for my
dad.  I remember mom telling me once how see never
worried about dad because she knew that Tom was with
him and that Tom would watch over him.  I think that she
knew in her own way, how much dad meant to Tom.  I fell
asleep secure in this man's arms as secure as my dad had
been with him.

I awoke around six that evening, and Tom was still
snuggled against me.  I could feel his cock pressing tight
against the small of my back.  I rubbed back against it and I
could here him start to moan.  I turned and he was just
looking at me.

"Trying to start something kid," he said.  "I thought that we
decided that we were not going to do this."

"You decided," I said and I gave him a quick kiss.  "I
decided I want to be with the man that loved my dad so
much and now he is going to love his son," and I give him
a kiss that was so passionate it left no doubt as to where I
stood on the matter.  He took me in his arms, embraced me,
and kissed me hard and long with our tongues doing the
dance of love.  I pushed him over as I climbed on top and I
started to kiss my way down him.  The twilight of the sun
had cast a softness on Tom and he glowed in a soft golden
tone.  I kissed and caressed his nipple as my fingers enticed
the other.  He moaned in pleasure as I teased him knowing,
that it had been a long time since he had been pleased.  I
wanted nothing more than to satisfy this man and take him
to places he has never been.  I slowly kissed my way to his
manhood and I drank in the aroma of his scent.  It was the
scent of a mans man, and it intoxicated me as I drank it like
an expensive wine.  I lifted his manhood and admired its
beauty, how wonderfully made I thought.  I extended my
tongue, licked around the base of its head, and then took it
into my mouth.  He arched his back in pleasure and let out
a moan so deep.  I slowly slid down his love tool until once
again I was inhaling his scent.  My heart did leap with
excitement from the pleasure I was giving to him.  His
hands found my head and he played with my hair as I
slowly made love to his tool.  I could feel his excitement
rising as his cock began to swell.  I pulled off because I
wanted this to last as long as I could.  I slowly kissed my
way back up to his lips and we joined at our lips as one.
Our tongues did their dance of love and our hearts kept
time to the dance.  I got up and I move down, sat on his
stomach, and grabbed some lube from the stand.  I applied
some to my ass and to his cock and then I slowly slid down
his cock.  When I was fully impaled, I started to make love
to this man who was watching me with tears in his eyes.
Was he thinking of dad or was he thinking of me, I really
did not care for I was falling in love with this man.  I found
us a rhythm and we made love as our hands held on to each
other.  His hips would rise up to meet my down thrust and
his eyes never left my gaze.  He had the look of a man in
love in his eyes and his hands never once let me go.  If ever
two people could be one it was, our love and us then just
flowed through our eyes.  When we both climaxed, there
such an explosion of passion that the world has never
known, we shouted in ecstasy as our senses filled to
capacity.  We tightly embraced and we kissed for what
seemed an eternity as our hearts beat as one.  When we had
finally calmed down from our love making, we just lye
there gazing into each other's eyes and smiling.

"I should not have allowed this Andy." He says to me
"Because now I have fallen in love with my best friends
son. I feel that I have betrayed our friendship we had
together your dad and I."

"Tom, had my dad been alive I would not be lying here
with you.  I know how much you loved him and I too have
fallen in love with you.  I know that you feel our age is all
wrong.  However, I don't care about age Tom.  All I know
is that I have never felt this way with another man and I
love you Tom."

"I do love you Andy also and you really don't mind that I
have so many years on you?  I will never cheat on you or
treat you as a kid.  I cannot be as sexually active as you can
because of my age but there are pills that can help me there.
What will your mom and our friends say? Are you out or
not?"  He asks with so much excitement.

"Mom will be fine love, calm down.  As for others, fuck
them.  No Tom, I am not in or out so to speak.  I do not
deny it if asked but I do not go around announcing it either.
Why don't we take it a day at a time and just let love takes
its course, ok love."

We get up, we showered, we both have sex again in the
shower, and then I went home after, much to Tom's
dismay.  He had wanted me to stay but I told him that I still
had an apartment and that I needed clean clothes for work
tonight.  I drove home thinking about what had just
happened today and it put a smile on my face.  I stopped at
my favorite diner and got a coffee to go.

"What is up with you tonight Andy," Billy asks me.

"What do you mean?"

"You look different somehow.  Almost like, I don't know,
like your in love or something." He says a bit bewildered.

"Yeah that's it, I am in love Billy and I could scream it
from the roof tops," I shout and the few customers look at
me and clap.

"Who's the lucky person Andy?" He asks a bit
disappointed

"A secret kid, a secret.  Cops don't reveal their love
interests." I tell him and smile giving him a wink.  I leave
and go home and change into my uniform for work.  I look
out the window at the night and wonder what shit will
happen tonight.

'Hurry my beloved, hurry before we is caught my love.
Another tormentor is gone my precious, no more to cause
you such pain my love.'

He scampers from shadow to shadow has he makes his way
back through the bright lights of downtown, back to the
safety of his lair.  He is worried that someone might see
him as he scurries to get home to his hole.

'We are almost there my beloved. One more block and we
are home my love. Did he hurt you my precious that hateful
boy. He tried to hurt my beloved he did. There my lover we
are home and safe me dear. I will take care of you my
beloved and heart.'

I enter the police locker room and Tom is standing at his
locker talking to Jim.  When he sees me, he smiles and
gives me a wink. I go to my locker, open it, and start to
undress.  Tom finishes his conversation with Jim; he comes
over and sits on the bench beside me.

"Hey babe," he whispers to me. "You be careful tonight."

"Always am, always am." I tell him.

"Thanks for today Andy. It meant so much to me and you
made me feel so alive again."

"You made me feel loved my friend. I will see you at your
place after work tomorrow, ok babe."

"You better. Later then."  He gets up and Jim gives us one
of his suspicious looks.  He has the kind of mind that
everyone is up to something and he needs to know what it
is.  I finish dressing, I head to roll call, and we get our
briefing and instructions for the night.  As I head to my
cruiser I see Tom and Jim talking and Jim is looking in my
direction.  I can only imagine what he is asking Tom about.
I head out on my rounds and it is the same old shit.  The
homeless are looking for a safe place to sleep, while the
hookers are looking for a john.  The night goes as usual and
I grab my lunch around three.  I head to the diner and Billy
is still there.

"Don't you ever go home," I say as I take a seat. "It seems
that you are always here when I come in bud."

"He got the hots for you officer," a regular calls out from a
booth and Billy's face goes red.

"Don't listen to that old drunk," Billy says still red.  "I have
nothing better to do anyways. You want your usual Andy?"

 "No, I think I will have a BLT instead tonight and a side of
Coleslaw."

"You don't want the Coleslaw," he says. "The potato salad
is fresh and the slaw is two days old."

"Thanks kid, potato salad is fine then."

I eat my lunch and then tell Billy to go home. He says he is
going to call a cab and I ask him where he lives.  He tells
me and I tell him that it is on my beat and that I will give
him a ride.

"Can't you get in trouble for that," he asks me.

"Only if I get caught kid." I tell him.

I give him a ride and when we get to his building, I tell him
that he needs to get a better place to live.

"This is all I can afford Andy." He tells me.  "Besides no
one bothers me and I have nothing to steal."

"Still with all the murders lately I would feel better
knowing you weren't out in this neighborhood kid."

"Thanks love but I am careful. Thanks for the ride love, see
ya tomorrow night." As he starts to get out, he leans over
and gives me a kiss on the lips.  It is a brief one but to him
it means so much more.

"The drunk was right Andy, I do have the hots for you,"
and he jumps out of the car and goes into his building.

I am continuing my rounds when I see old Albert.  He is
one of the local homeless people and he is waving at me.  I
pull over and get out of my cruiser.

"Hey Albert what's up with you tonight," I asked him.

"Officer Andy. quick .boy," he says all excited.

'Oh shit not another one,' I thought to myself.

"Where Albert, where is he."

"Back there in the alley next to some trash Andy," he says
and starts to leave.  I grab his sleeve and have him lead me.
He takes me between these two building and there in a pile
of cardboard and trash is the naked body of a young man.
He is barely eighteen and covered in blood.  His throat is
slit and his eyes wide open and that same look of fear in
them.  I radio headquarters and report the murder.  I have
all I can do to keep Albert with me until the detectives and
the CSI team arrives.  They close the alley and begin their
investigation.  Albert is beside himself and needs a drink
very bad.  After they talk to him and tell him that he can go,
I slip him a five and his face lights up.

"Your one of the good ones officer Andy," he says as he
scurries off to the local liquor store.

Tom is busy as he processes the scene and Jim is sucking
away on his cigar.  Tom gives me a glance but he is too
busy to talk and I just give him a smile.  I start to leave and
Jim yells to me and wants to know where I am going.

"You haven't been cleared to go yet," he yells at me. "Just
cool your fucking heels kid until I tell you to leave."

"You can go Andy, we have all we need from you." Tom
says and gives Jim a stern look. "He's one of us Jim, why
the fuck you got to talk to people like that for."

"Fuck, he's one of us. He is nothing but some beat patrol,"
he says.

"You forget what it felt like to be a patrolman, Jim, or are
you just a fucking asshole by nature." Tom says and walks
away from him.

I get back in my cruiser and finish my patrol.  'Why are all
these murders on my beat,' I ask myself. 'There has to be a
common denominator that we are over looking. I'll run it
by Tom later and see what he thinks.'

I finish my patrol and head back to the station. It is almost
seven and I still have my paper work to do and probably
won't get out until nine.  I had just finished my paper work
and was heading to the locker room, when Jim cornered
me.

"Next time I tell you something you listen, got it." He says
to me with his face inches from mine. "Or I will have your
badge shit head," and he walks away.

"Hey you already had everything you needed from me and
I still had to do the rest of my patrol, dick wad."

"What the fuck you call me ass wipe."

"You heard me dick wad."

His face went red with anger and as he started to take a
swing at me.  Just as his arm came back, Tom grabbed it
and spun him around.

"You got a fucking problem too, asshole," he says to Tom
getting in his face.

"Yeah I do and I am looking at it. Now hit the showers or
you will see how I deal with my problem scumbag. No
move it."  He tells Jim and Jim moves away in fear.

"Come babe, we can shower at home."

"Sounds go love, let me grab my clothes."

I grab my clothes and we head off to Tom's house.  We
stop at the diner and grab a bite to eat first before going
home.  We get home, we shower, and then we hit the bed.

"You are all I could think about last night babe," Tom says
to me as he takes me in his arms. "I have fallen in love with
you kid and God I can't seem to think of anything else but
you," and he kisses me soft and passionately.  His eyes are
blue and the color of ice and they dance when the light hits
them just right. Each time he looks at me is like the first
time seeing me.  He just stares and is in awe that someone
like me could love him and he is just taken back by it. We
kiss and the taste of his lips is like honey to my lips. I
devour them and my tongue awaits his in anticipation of the
dance of love between the two.  To be loved by one of this
generation is to be loved by a man who is experienced in
the art of love.  He takes his time to make love to be sure
that he brings you along with him.  He takes pleasure in
knowing that your pleasures are being fulfilled.  He knows
the right places to touch and to kiss as he takes you to new
heights in your passions.  He does not consider his own
needs and passions for his is only to please.  My man is my
passion and he my heart as he brings me to places I have
never been before in love.  I love take him along with me.
His face is an old friend and he is filled with love for me
and I for him.  Our lovemaking is fulfilling as we move
towards our orgasms and we explode into realms of ecstasy
as new as each day is.  We embrace in each other's arms
and cling to one another as we ride the tide of our
lovemaking.  When we finally come down, we are so wiped
out and overjoyed that we spoon together and fall asleep.

I wake up first and I snuggle in closer.  I love to feel the
warmth and the soft hair of his chest against my back.  He
is strength and security to me, but most of all he is my lover
man.  Some may ask how I could fall in love with a man
old enough to be my father.  I do not see him as an old
man. I see a man that is a teacher of love.  He has so much
experience in the art of love and he is willing to share it and
to teach it to me.  I have learned to love in so many ways
and make love in just as many.  He takes me along with
him as he seeks out his pleasures and does not leave me
along the way to fend for myself.  He is patient with me as
I learn loves ways and he never tells me I did it wrong.  I
am rambling to myself so I must get back to my senses as I
turn to look into his eyes.

"Good morning my lover," I tell him.

"Good morning babe." He says with a kiss.  To be kissed
by this man is like winning a million dollars, his kisses are
that good.  "This still feels strange to wake up beside you
babe.  I can't help but think of your dad and what he would
have thought of this."

"Well he probably would not have approved love. But then
again we would not be here if he were alive, would we," I
ask him and I give him a hard horny kiss.

"Are you starting something kid you may regret," he asks.

"With you I never regret," and I crawl down to his cock. I
take his cock into my mouth and I quickly swallow it until I
am inhaling his scent from his bush.  He moans and groans
in pleasure as I suck on his cock.  It does not take him long
until he shoots his load deep into my throat.  He doesn't
shoot much but enough as he pumps into my mouth.  As he
softens, he pulls me to him, kisses me, and takes my tongue
into his mouth tasting his own cum.  He flips me onto my
back and goes down on my cock and he swallows it as I did
to his.  I lay there thinking how good he is at doing this as
he slowly goes up and down my cock.  He likes to place a
finger in my ass as he sucks me and my back always arches
when he does that.  He always finds my prostate and within
minutes, I am shooting my seed deep down his throat.  He
takes every drop not loosing even one. After, he always
looks at me and smiles, telling me how good I taste.  Then
we kiss, and oh what a kiss.  The kiss is always as loves
first kiss, tender, sweet, and filled with promise.

After our morning wake up session, we shower and get
dressed.  I make us a nice breakfast and we grab our coffee
and head to the den to talk.

"Tom, why are all the murders on my beat." I ask him.

"I never thought of that, but your right they are."

"I was thinking of that last night.  All twelve have been on
my beat and within a three block area."

"I knew they were close to each other but I guess I never
gave it much thought that it was on your beat.  Well that
even more reason for you to be careful my love.  I don't
want to loose you like I did your dad."

"Have you ever wondered if the same guy that killed my
dad maybe killed these guys," I asked him. "They never did
catch my dad's killer."

"The thought crossed my mind awhile back until the dead
kids started to be all gay.  Your dad was not gay." He said.

"I know that but what if dad stumbled onto something."

"Besides your dad's body wasn't found naked either, even
though his throat had been slit."

"I can't help thinking that somehow they are connected
Tom, I just can't put my finger on it."

We both got dressed and we headed to work.  I gave him a
passionate kiss to hold him over to tomorrow and I headed
off to the diner for my coffee.  I walked in, Lois was there,
and she did not look any to happy.

"Hey Lois, where is Billy tonight," I asked her.

"Your guess is as good as mine," she said. "He never came
in and he didn't bother to call." She added. "What can I get
you?"

"A large coffee black to go," I told her.  I paid her and left
for the precinct.  Billy was on the back of my mind and this
was so not like him.  I entered the station and Jim gave me
a dirty look as he passed me.  Tom looked at me and said.

"What's the matter Andy, you look down."

"It's Billy at the diner.  He didn't show up for work tonight
and he didn't call out either.  I think I will swing by after I
get out on the road later."

"Keep your head up and eyes open. I do not have a good
feeling about tonight love. Just be careful, ok."

"Always careful, but tonight more so for you babe." I tell
him and give him a wink.

After roll call, I head over to Billy's place.  I don't know
where he actually lives.  I know the building but I haven't a
clue as to the apartment or floor.  It is a six story tenement
and in much need of repair.  Trash is everywhere and
vagrants are leaning against the building holding their
drinks in paper bags.

I ask a few of the more sober ones if they know Billy and
they tell me no. I am looking at the building deciding if I
should go in.  Maybe he got lucky, I tell myself and I
should mind my own business.  But then again, I have been
a police officer for two years now and he has never missed
a day at the diner.

'My precious a copper, my beloved, he is looking for us my
love. We must hide my beloved or he will find us. Let us go
out the back way.  No, we can't my love. The stairs are
missing precious. I shall get the silencer my beloved, that
will stop him from tormenting you my love.'

I decide to go upstairs and if I have to knock on all the
doors until I find Billy's apartment I will. I go into the
building and the smell of urine is powerful.  I start
knocking on the first door and I hear a dog bark.  The door
opens a bit, only a far to allow the occupant to see out.

"What the fuck you want cop?" A hard looking woman
asks.

"I'm looking for a man named Billy who lives in this
building."

"He don't fucking live here," and she slams the door.

I go to the next three doors with pretty much the same
results.  I head up to the second floor and knock on the first
door.  No one answers but I am sure I can here voices
inside.  I knock again and still after a few minutes, still no
one answers.  This time I hear no voices. I go to the next
one and I knock, and the door opens as I knock on it.  I
peak inside and I see no one around and no sound.  I pull
out my revolver and I push the door open with my foot.  I
enter the apartment, knowing I should have back up, and I
look around.  The place is a mess.  It looks as if a fight or a
struggle had happened.  I decide to call for back up and I
radio in for assistance and give them my location.  I am
leaving the so-called living room and moving towards the
bedroom when I see the body on the floor beside the bed.

"Oh fuck no, not you Billy." I say aloud. "Why you Billy, I
told you to be careful buddy."  I radio in the murder and I
am just giving the dispatcher some details when I feel
thump on my head and then darkness.

To be continued.

Sorry, for the cliff hanger but it seems to be my trademark.
This my third story so please let me know what you think at
randyhoward2@yahoo.com.