Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 21:00:02 -0500
From: Jake Preston <jemtling@gmail.com>
Subject: Psychic Detective 1

Psychic Detective 1
How Dmitri and David found Romance and a Horrible Discovery was Made
By: Jake Preston

This is a work of erotic gay fiction, intended for readers who enjoy a
murder mystery in which fully developed characters interact sexually and in
other ways. Their sexual encounters are sometimes romantic, sometimes
recreational, and almost always described explicitly. My attention is
equally divided between narrative, character development, and sex scenes.
If you don't care for this combination, there are many other excellent
"nifty" stories to choose from.

Writing is usually a solitary avocation, but not necessarily so on
nifty.org, where a longer story appears in installments. If my characters
and my story grabs your attention, you can always intervene with
suggestions for improvements. All sincere comments will get a response!

Jake, at jemtling@gmail.com

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Preface

	Psychic Detective is a fictional work with a cast of imaginary
characters. Some of them appeared in Adventures of Jake Preston: A Gay
Picaro in the North Country. In the earlier work, Göran Svenson was a
strapping Minnesota-Swedish farm-boy. Now, in his youthful adulthood as a
Detective Sergeant in Duluth, he investigates a gruesome multiple murder
mystery on a remote island in Lake Ashawa. He follows clues to similar
crime scenes in South Dakota and Oregon.

      Other characters in Gay Picaro reappear in this story. Tom Preston
owns Wayward Island Resort. He is Jake Preston's uncle. Anna Ravitch is an
artist, famous for paintings of male nudes.  She's the resident expert on
the psychology of gay sex, and often a comfort to men in distress.  Having
seen everything, she is shocked by nothing. Sam Black Bear and Ben Hasek
are Jake Preston's neighbors on Wayward Bay. Their Ojibwe marriage took
place prior to the legalization of gay marriage in Minnesota; technically,
it was Minnesota's first gay marriage, although non- Ojibwe people dispute
this. Dark Eagle is the Ojibwe shaman in Crane Lake. In Gay Picaro, he
inducted Jake 'Two Spirits' into the Ojibwe Nation as a fellow shaman. In
Gay Picaro, Red Hawk was preparing for college; now he's the Ojibwe
Nation's official Anthropologist. No other North American nation
acknowledges Anthropology in quite this way. Ron Matthews (Jake's sometime
boyfriend) was a Detective in Duluth; now he's the Sheriff of St. Louis
County.  Dudley Nelson, a homophobic Deputy Sheriff in Ashawa, was forced
to resign after a brazen episode of 'false arrest'. How he got his job back
is a mystery to all.

      New characters appear in Psychic Detective. Detective Inspector
Harvey Winik is Göran Svenson's superior. Dmitri Zarvopolous and David
Gabrioli are 'rising' college juniors from opposite ends of the
country. They came to Lake Ashawa for summer jobs. Jack 'Red Crest' Jackson
is a stoic Sioux from South Dakota. He's the Sheriff in a remote, sparsely
populated Lakota Reservation. We will meet other characters in Oregon, and
in Minnesota.

      Jake Preston is mentioned in this work but does not appear. In the
fictive time of this novel, he is traveling by motorbike on the East Coast
with Ben Arnold, a U.S. Marine from Calgary, exploring the history of Ben
Arnold's colonial American ancestor, Benedict Arnold.  During his absence
from Lake Ashawa, Red Hawk lives in his cabin on Wayward Bay.

      The states, cities, and counties mentioned in this novel are real,
but the most important settings are imaginary places: Lake Ashawa, Wayward
Bay, No Name Island, Bexley Street in Superior, or Lakota Reservation.
Another is No Name Island, later called Five Spirits Island by Ashawa
residents, and Eight Eagles Island by the Ojibwe. These places exist only
in fiction. St.  Louis County is real. Its vast forest contrasts the urban
setting in Duluth, and affords opportunities for interactions between
Ojibwe and Euro-American residents.

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Chapter 1 How Dmitri and David found Romance and a Horrible Discovery was
Made

	Anyone visiting Wayward Island Resort in Summer, 2014 would have
thought that the sexy groundskeeper and the sexier dock boy-David Gabrioli
and Dmitri Zarvopolous-were Bobbsey twins, even though one was a Sephardic
Jew and the other a second-generation Greek.  Six feet tall and
Mediterranean-handsome, they were college sophomores who came to Lake
Ashawa for summer jobs from opposite ends of the country. Dmitri came from
a family of fisherman in Peugeot Sound. David came from a family of grocers
in Seaside, South Carolina, where the Gabriolis were the only Jewish family
in town. They seemed an exotic ethnicity in the Lake Country, where most
people are Scandinavian or Ojibwe, but Dmitri and David were working-class
lads, and fit in well with the egalitarian farmer communities in Ashawa and
Crane Lake.

	Dmitri and David were paid just above minimum wage, but Tom gave
them adjoining rooms on the third floor of the Lodge, and free meals in the
resort's restaurant, so they could save their earnings for next year's
college expenses. Tom gave them use boats and canoes, and taught them how
to waterski. Within a week they were best friends. Within a month, they
admitted a mutual attraction. To the rest of the world they were straight
guys. They even tried to think of themselves as straight, but each of them
secretly thought that perhaps he could make an exception. They exchanged
hints of romantic interest, but neither one had the nerve to proposition
the other.

	Dmitri and David worked long hours on weekends, but on weekdays Tom
gave them the afternoon off if the resort wasn't busy. "I'll take care of
the boats when the fishermen come in," he would say. Early one Wednesday
afternoon-it was the second of July-the boys said they'd like to see No
Name Island, a large, uninhabited island famous for its bald eagles. "You'd
best take the small fishing-boat, and raise the motor when you get to the
island's shore," Tom advised them. "There are a lot of rocks under water
there." Covertly, Tom gave David a plastic baggie containing a lube-tube
and two condoms. "No Name Island is isolated and romantic. You might need
this," he said.

	The boys circled No Name Island, looking for a place to land their
boat. Eight bald eagles perched at the top of dead trees. When they found a
smooth rock by the shore, they pulled their boat out of the water and
trekked into the woods. The island was forested with Norway pines, white
pines, balsam, and birch trees, a North Country wonderland. They came to a
rocky ledge covered with greenish-gray lichen. Dmitri took David's
hand. David squeezed it. Dmitri gave a hug. David hugged him back.

	Dmitri removed his shirt. "Stop me if I've got the wrong idea," he
said. He sat on a smooth rock next to the ledge, with his back turned to
David, and took off his shoes and socks.  Then he pulled down his
blue-jeans. He glanced back at David and took of his jockey shorts.  Seeing
Dmitri's naked butt for the first time, David blew him a
wolf-whistle. Dmitri turned around to face him. "Why Dmitri, you are
beautiful!" David exclaimed. Dmitri returned to the lichen-covered ledge
and stood in close. David ran his hands over Dmitri's body. Dmitri guided
David's hand to his cock, which David fondled to hardness while they
kissed.

	The lichen-covered ledge was too rough for love-making, so David
and Dmitri moved to a mossy hollow just below. They embraced and fondled
while Dmitri helped David out of his clothes. They discovered attractive
differences in each other. David's nips were flattened brown aureoles on a
bare chest; Dmitri's perked upward like rosebuds from a thicket of chest
hair.  David's pits were almost bare, while Dmitri's were barely visible
under thick bushes of hair.  David's cock was hefty, a pulsing circumcised
seven, and light-toned, even pinkish compared to his tawny
complexion. Dmitri's cock was an inch more in size, and darker than the
rest of his body, almost black. His ragged foreskin proved an attractive
nuisance for David, who nursed it between pellicle-hungry lips. The balls
hung low and full on both men, but the seam-line on Dmitri's scrotum was
prominent, as if his two sacs had been stitched together with leather
lacing, while the seam-line on David's scrotum was scarcely visible. David
was slim-hipped. The seductiveness of Dmitri's bubble-butt did not fail to
attract his attention. These differences came to light in the anatomical
exploration that was part of their first love-making.

	They tried a bit of playful wrestling, enough to discover that
Dmitri was stronger than David. Of course this was obvious from Dmitri's
sculpture-like musculature, but both men rejoiced to feel it. "I should
have warned you that I'm on the Peugeot College wrestling team," Dmitri
said. Dmitri's first instinct was protectiveness: because he was stronger
and knew how to fight, his role in their relationship would be to protect
David from danger. That's what his strength was for.

	The thoughts of Dmitri and David turned toward fucking. At first
they came after each other with possessive groping of ass-cheeks and
fondling of clefts. Gradually, Dmitri gave way and let David do most of the
groping. It was a wordless negotiation of top-bottom relations. The
negotiation ended when Dmitri relaxed and let David finger-fuck his butt. A
moan from Dmitri told David that they had reached the moment of
consummation.

	David retrieved the baggie from his pocket, and showed the
lube-tube and condoms to Dmitri. "Compliments of Tom; he knew we would come
to this place," David said. With an invading finger, then two fingers, he
applied lube to Dmitri's butthole. "Such a sweet sight you are, Dmitri,"
David whispered.

	"Thanks," Dmitri said.

	"I like everything about you," David replied, "but right now, I
like your butt."

	Dmitri helped David roll the condom up his shaft, and lubed it. He
lay on his back, and motioned for David to kneel between his legs. When
David stuck his cockhead into the target, Dmitri groaned and uttered
swear-words in Greek. David ignored him and pushed his shaft half- way
inside. Dmitri pushed back, and forced David's cock out again. While David
knelt between his legs, stunned, Dmitri slid the condom off his cock. David
looked downcast. To his surprise, Dmitri coated David's cock with lube. "It
hurts too much with the condom," Dmitri said. "Let's try it bareback."

	"Are you sure?"

	"Why not?" Dmitri replied. "First time for me, first time for you,
we're perfectly safe without a condom. And David...."

	"Yes?"

	"This time, don't let me stop you, no matter what I say or
do. Promise me," Dmitri said.

	"Okay, I'll try."

	"You must do more than try, you must succeed, David. You must be
strong for both of us when I want to back out," Dmitri said.

	"Okay, I promise," David said. He pushed his cockhead back
in. Dmitri groaned, but he didn't swear in Greek. David pushed forward,
half-way up the shaft. Dmitri groaned and swore post-Homeric oaths, and
beat his fists into their damp bed of moss. "That was your inner sphincter,
stretched to accommodate the volume of my dick," David said, not entirely
clinically.  He smiled wickedly. Dmitri looked back at him, resigned to his
fate. David pushed forward to the finish line. Dmitri groaned again, but no
as loud as before.

	"I'm all the way in now," David said. "The worst is over."

	"Are you sure?" Dmitri said. He reached into the combat zone with
one hand, and felt the root of David's cock at the entrance to his butt. He
smiled and David kissed him.

      Both men knew to lie still so Dmitri could get used to David's
presence inside him. As they spent time in intercourse, David grew
increasingly sensitive to Dmitri's feelings. It was Dmitri who had to
endure a physical transformation, but David was transformed, too. The lust
that he felt to fuck Dmitri now became a desire to give Dmitri
pleasure. His own pleasure was secondary, and inevitable in the course of
nature. He waited for a signal from Dmitri. "Are you okay, Dmitri?" he
asked.

      "The pain has dissipated," Dmitri said. "What I feel is a sensation
of fullness, being filled by you. It's nice."

      David moved his cock inside Dmitri in slow fucking motions. "Your ass
is hot!" he said.

      "Thanks," Dmitri said: "Your cock is starting to grow on me, not to
mention in me!" He tightened his sphincter around David's cock. David
moaned. Dmitri did it again, and smiled wickedly. David responded by
pulling his dick all the way out of Dmitri, and pushing it in again, the
whole shaft. Dmitri groaned and looked at him, wide-eyed. David repeated
the action. Then he fucked energetically while Dmitri cried out, "Fuck me,
yeah, fuck me!"

      David flipped Dmitri and fucked from behind. "I love watching my cock
go in and out of your sweet bubble-butt," he said.

      "Spoken like a true top," Dmitri said. "Yeah, I like that."

      "I feel like I'm gonna cum soon," David said.

      "Let's turn over then," Dmitri replied. "I want to see your face when
you breed me."

      David got the message. He had permission to cum up his partner's
ass. They missioned slowly at first. David experimented with furious hot
fucking, which he alternated with a long slow cock-massage of Dmitri's anal
canal. During those moments, he frigged Dmitri's cock.  From the moment
that he realized he could get Dmitri to cum, he timed his fuck-strokes to
Dmitri's responses. Sweat trickled down their brows, their faces, their
torsos. They praised each other for sex-moves and for body-parts joined
together. Sometimes Dmitri told David what to do.  Sometimes he told David
to do what he was already doing, when he cried "Fuck me!"

      "It's a good thing you've got a big dick, Dmitri, the better to get
you off," David said.  Between furious episodes of fucking, they took turns
jacking his cock as it flailed like a Northern pike caught in a net between
a rock and a weedbed. David liked it that Dmitri cried out soprano- like
when he orgazzed, gracing the island with jizzy fragrance.

      David responded with a deep-throated moan when he came. He flipped
Dmitri and lay over his back. Moments later, his cock hardened. He
penetrated Dmitri again. He fucked furiously and came while Dmitri kept
time with deep breathing. "It looks like we've had an audience, a
spectator," Dmitri said when they sidled in the moss. He pointed to a bald
eagle sitting atop the standing trunk of a dead tree.

      "He must have enjoyed our performance, since he didn't fly away,"
David laughed.  "There's another eagle, on top of the tree to your left."

      A pair of loons swam close to the shore, crying their operatic gavian
cry. Its echo haunted the bay. After the echo merged with the lapping of
waves on the rocks, the loons repeated their cry. Dmitri and David listened
in a silent embrace. After the loons swam away, Dmitri broke the silence:
"David, I want you to know that I like getting screwed by you. I never
imagined myself on the bottom, but here we are. Still, you might have
warned me to prepare for a double," he laughed.

      "That wasn't just me," David replied, blushing. "Your sensational
body inspired me."

      "Flattery will get you inside," Dmitri laughed.

      "I hope to deserve you," David said.

      The men walked back to shore in the nude, to check on their boat and
sport in the water.  When they returned to their love-nest, their clothes
were gone. They wandered in the woods, looking for signs of their clothes,
and happened upon a clearing in the middle of the island.  There they made
a horrible discovery: the half-skeletal, half-flesh bodies of three naked
men.  One was suspended by ropes attached to three trees, his legs drawn
apart, as if he were in a sling.  The second man lay below on his back. The
third man lay on his belly between the parted legs of the second man. The
college boys came to the island for romance. Instead they found a murder
mystery.

	"There must be someone else on this island," Dmitri said. "I think
we're in danger. Let's hustle back to the boat." He ran-as fast as anyone
can run barefoot over a forested terrain- while David followed. In the
boat, Dmitri pulled the starting-rope twice. The motor wouldn't turn
over. "Let's change places, David," Dmitri said. "I'll row the boat while
you try to start the motor. We need to get as much water as we can between
us and No Name Island."

	Dmitri rowed the boat five miles southwest to Wayward Island
Resort. David offered to spell him, but Dmitri said "No, it's my
responsibility." It was dark when they reached the resort, and a good
thing, too, since they had to make a bare-naked dash for the lodge.

	"What's this then? A sight for sore eyes," Tom said, smiling
broadly, when Dmitri and David appeared naked in the lodge's kitchen. It
was the first time he'd seen them naked. Even in distress they looked like
boys who had just escaped one of Anna Ravitch's "Swimming Hole"
paintings. They blurted a short version of their story. It was a bit
muddled, owing to Dmitri's fatigue and David's confusion, but Tom
understood the part about three corpses. He called the County Sheriff in
Duluth-Ron Matthews, whom he had known when Ron was a Deputy, and had been
one of his nephew Jake's boyfriends. "Ron said that he will send one of his
detectives up here this evening," Tom said. "The investigation will start
tomorrow morning."

	As an afterthought, Tom called the county's Deputy Sheriff in
Ashawa-Dudley Nelson, an officer whose political connections compensated
for his uncertain grasp of the law. The Deputy would have made trouble, had
he been excluded from a triple murder on his turf.