Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 12:08:32 -0400
From: Jake Preston <jemtling@gmail.com>
Subject: Psychic Detective 16

Psychic Detective 16
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, sometimes spiritual, 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. And remember that while
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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 grab 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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Chapter 16
Dragnet Squad: Jack Jackson and Ron Chisik


      "Maybe we'll get lucky in Laramie," Jackson said as they approached
the University campus. He and Ron Chisik had visited campuses in eastern
Washington and Idaho. They learned how Anthropology departments were run,
but discovered no sightings of Albino or his companion. While they were at
Boise State, Jackson got a call from Svenson to say that Albino had been a
MA student at Oregon, named Howard Coleman.

      Jackson and Chisik spent a week together- in a car by day, in motel
rooms by night, where they slept in separate beds. They became exercise
partners, jogging ten miles each morning, and working out in recreation
rooms each evening. With familiarity came friendship, yet Jackson never
made a pass at Chisik. This suited Chisik to a point, but he felt horny
after three days on the road, and got just a little gay-curious. "What's
Göran Svenson got that I haven't got?" he wondered. On the road in the
arid plain between Boise and Wyoming, he dropped a hint of his interest
when he asked, "What are the three most important differences between
straight sex and gay sex?"

      "Easy to say," Jackson replied. "I don't have the benefit of your
experience, but I've talked to enough straight guys to form an
opinion. First, gay men have more sex more by a factor of 2. Second, gay
sex is more adventurous, because gay men are willing to explore each
other's bodies for erogenous zones. Straight men think that is about dick
and vagina. Sex for straight couples is four parts missioning and one part
cunnilingus. Even blow jobs are rare. Not even the meekest gay guy would
settle for such narrow-minded sex. Third, gay couples aren't
monogamous. They make allowances for their partner's need for diversity."

      "So you and Göran aren't monogamous?" Chisik asked, disclosing the
point that interested him most at the moment.

      "No, but we're not promiscuous," Jack replied. He smiled at Chisik
and added, "We're somewhere between those extremes."

      Chisik wanted more information, but couldn't think how to ask. After
a silence, he asked, "What do you mean by adventurous sex?"

      "Here's one way to explain it," Jack said. "When a man and a woman
decide to make love, the negotiation is over. When two men decide to make
love, the negotiation is just beginning. They have to decide what roles
they will play. That breaks the ice for talking about other ways of having
sex. Gay sex isn't always anal. For a lot of guys, it's mainly oral, and
oral sex leads to the exploration of erogenous zones."

      "What sort of erogenous zones?" Chisik asked. Jack thought he heard a
hormonal influence in his voice.

      "It could be anything from the earlobes down to the toes," Jack
laughed. Chisik was silent. "Sorry, Ron, that came out the wrong way. I
didn't mean to sound dismissive. To answer your question, the best e-zones
are nipples, armpits, the navel, the foreskin if there is one, the scrotum,
the inner thighs, the perineum, the cleft, and the butthole, not in that
order, and yes, some guys really do like oral action on their toes," Jack
said.

      "That's a lot of e-zones," Chisik said. "I don't want to sound
uneducated about anatomy, but what's a perineum?"

      "It's the skin behind your scrotum- a lateral line between your
scrotum and your asshole. Unknown to most straight guys, it's one of the
body's most erogenous e-zones."


      * * * * * *


      When they checked into the Hilton Garden Inn, they were given a
choice between a room with a king-size bed, or a room with two
singles. "We'll take the king," Chisik said. Jack was surprised. After a
workout in the weight room and a swim in the pool, they returned to their
room, where Jack got took a shower to wash off the chlorine. He left the
bathroom door open.  Chisik stepped out of his trunks and offered to wash
Jack's back. "Sure thing," he said. They stood naked in physical contact
for the first time, under the shower-head in the bathtub. The contact got
intimate when Jack didn't seem to mind that Chisik put a hand in his butt.

      Jackson was sensitive to the fact that Chisik was a straight man
exploring gay sex. He let Chisik make the moves, and moaned when he felt a
finger in his butthole. Chisik reached around Jackson's thigh and groped
his engorged cock. Chisik's cock nestled in Jackson's cleft. When he sensed
that Chisik was fully engaged, he turned around to face him. A playful
sword-fight ensued. After they toweled each other dry, Chisik took his hand
and led him to the bed.

      Jackson nuzzled some oral action into Chisik's pits. "Whatever you
do, buddy, I'll reciprocate," Chisik said. Not without hesitation, Chisik
kissed Jackson's right pit, tentatively at first, and ran his tongue into
it. By the time he got to Jackson's left pit, his hesitation was gone.
They experimented with nipple-play. Jackson sidled with Chisik in a 69 and
sucked his cock.  Chisik reciprocated, not without hesitation at
first. Predictably for a circumcised guy, Chisik betrayed an interest in
Jackson's foreskin. Jackson lay on his back and let Chisik experiment with
it. Jackson demonstrated how to stretch if forward and let it retract into
place. "Check it out with your lips," Jackson said.

      Jackson reciprocated by sucking Chisik's cock. The sensation drove
him wild. "No woman ever did this so good," he said.

      "That's because women don't understand cock," Jackson said. "I could
blow you and get you off, if you want, or we could check out those other
erogenous zones. It's your choice, Ron."

      "Let's check out the e-zones. I want this to last," Chisik replied.

      "If we do that, there's a danger you'll come out of this minus your
cherry," Jackson said.

      "I choose the danger," Chisik said.

      They took turns licking scrotum and sucking in balls. They took turns
licking perinea.  Jackson's tongue on Chisik's perineum was a strange
pleasure. He wanted more. Jackson positioned Chisik with his ass at the
edge of the bed and knelt between his legs. He licked Chisik's perineum and
rimmed his butthole. He ran his tongue along Chisik's cleft. When they
changed places, Jackson handed Chisik a bottle of poppers. "This'll make it
easier," he said.  Chisik rimmed Jackson with unexpected enthusiasm.

      Jackson positioned Chisik on his back and propped his ass on a
pillow. He rimmed ass while Chisik frog-legged and rested his ankles on
Jackson's shoulders. Chisik figured that this was just another position for
rimming. He was surprised when Jackson inserted a lubed finger up his
ass. Jackson fingered him slowly, and moved up to two fingers, and
three. "I'm dilating your ass, Ron," he said. Chisik was liking it. Chisik
thought he was getting an extended finger-fuck, and so he was, in a
way. When Jackson pressed his cockhead against Chisik's portal, Chisik
didn't resist. "Put the pecker to the pucker," he grunted. Jackson shafted
Chisik half-way. Chisik groaned and protested, but he knew it as too late
to end it. Jackson shafted him all the way. He gave Chisik time to
rest. Then he fucked in earnest. Jackson increased the tempo of
fuck-strokes.  Chisik's groans turned to moans.

      "You know what I like best about popping cherry in the missionary
position?" Jackson asked.

      "What?"

      "Your body compresses, the better to feel the pain," Jackson said,
smiling. "You took it like a man."

      They tried out different positions. "You've got an anal gape going,"
Jackson said when checked out Chisik's crack. "It looks like a bright red
cherry, maybe frayed around the edges."  He fucked Chisik harder and
checked again. "Your little red gap is getting wider," he said. When they
'returned to the Mission', Chisik orgazzed on Jackson's abdomen, and
Jackson planted his seed in Chisik's ass.

      After a quick shower, they snuggled in bed. "Best sex I ever had,"
Chisik said. "I feel like part of my prostate's been scooped out with an
ice cream spoon. It feels warm inside. Maybe I'm not as straight as I
thought."

      "Good sex is good sex. Great sex is great sex," Jackson said. "Having
gay sex won't make you gay if you're straight. You alone are the judge of
that. Still, I'd be the last person to discourage you from having more gay
sex." He laughed. "I think it's your self-confidence in your straightness
that allows us to be together. If it weren't for that, you would have gone
downtown and picked up a lady at a bar."

      Chisik drew closer to Jackson and kissed him-the first time they
kissed. "It's the oxytoson effect," Jackson said. "My swimmers are
generating affection in your bloodstream. I feel it, too. There's more to
you than I imagined." He reached for Chisik's cock. It was erect.  "There's
a lot more to you than I thought." He lay over Chisik's torso and pressed
back until Chisik's cock penetrated his ass. Chisik responded by fucking
Jackson in positions that Jackson had taught him. He fucked furiously. He
needed friction from Jackson's as to cum so soon. He orgazzed and they
drifted to sleep in each other's arms.


      * * * * * *


      Next morning, Jackson drove Chisik to Sherman Hills to meditate at
the three-rail buck- fence where Matthew Shepard was crucified on October
1998 two local rednecks named Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson. They
spent a moment of silence at the stone-outlined cross in the ground where
Matthew Shepard was found dying. "This used to be called a 'battlefield
fence'," Chisik said. "Fences like these were built during the Civil
War. After 1865 when Civil War veterans migrated west, they brought this
style of fencing with them. It takes more time to build than a barbed wire
fence, but it's cheaper."

      Back on campus, Jackson and Chisik sat on the Matthew Shepard
memorial bench in front of the Arts and Sciences building. In the
Anthropology department office, they identified themselves and explained
the reason for their visit. They asked the Chair-Lindy Greenleaf-if Howard
Coleman was a doctoral student at Wyoming. Dr. Greenleaf asked her
administrative assistant to look for the name in their computer
records. While they waited, she said, "I remember Coleman. He finished his
coursework a few years back. He's still working on his dissertation." The
administrative assistant handed her a computer printout. Greenleaf
introduced her as Susie Watson. "Yes, here it is, started in 2004, course
work completed in 2007.  Apparently he's still working on his
dissertation. His advisor is Roy Peters-a specialist on Native Americans."

      "Is this the man?"-Jackson showed her the portrait of Coleman. She
confirmed that it was. "Would you happen to know his dissertation topic?"
Jackson asked.

      "It's something on comparative religions in the Pacific
Northwest. You'd have to ask Dr.  Peters for details," Dr. Greenleaf
replied. She gave Patrolman Chisik a copy of the printout.  Susie Watson
returned to the office and gave Greenleaf a correspondence file-letters of
recommendation that she had written for Howard Coleman." There were letters
addressed to social science chairmen at four community colleges and two
small colleges, dated October 2008.  Jackson asked if could have
photocopies. "I've already copied them," Susie said. She handed him a
folder. At Jackson's request, Greenleaf described the courses and the
academic experiences that the department used in its doctoral
program. While they were speaking, Susie entered the office again, and
asked if they would want Roy Peters to join them.

      "Dr. Greenleaf," Jackson said, "you've got the most efficient, most
intelligent administrative assistant I've ever seen. If it weren't
unethical, I'd hire her away from you by making her an offer she couldn't
refuse."

      Roy Peters gave an account of Coleman's doctoral work at Wyoming, and
spoke of fieldwork in the Wallowa Mountains and in South Dakota. "When he
started out, he concentrated on the Nez Persé and the Pacific
Northwest. Eventually he changed his focus. Now he's working on three
tribal groups: the Wallowas, the Lakota, and the Ojibwe," he said. "His
topic..."

      "Let me guess," Jackson interjected. "Coleman is working on a thesis
about Native American sacrifice; specifically, human sacrifice."

      "How could you know that?" Peters asked.

      "Jack's a detective," Chisik said.

      "Susie is making photocopies of one chapter that's been approved, and
three chapters that haven't been approved because they're still weak on
empirical data," Peters said. "Frankly, I don't agree with his thesis, but
Coleman's a stubborn guy and he's sticking to it. He argues that in the
rituals of these three groups-Wallowa, Lakota, and Ojibwe-certain details
are relics left over from earlier times when they practiced human
sacrifice. If he could prove his case, he'd make his mark on anthropology,
as human sacrifice has never been considered to be part of their cultural
profile."

      "Let me venture another guess," Jackson said. "Coleman started out
with an argument by analogy to Aztecs and Maya. He compared incidental
details to argue that human sacrifice had spread to North America. When
that wasn't good enough, he discovered contemporary examples of sacrifice
that he interprets as the secret persistence of an older barbaric
custom. He's got sketches and photos, and even some ritual artifacts. But
the sacrificial killings aren't Native American. They are imitations of
European practices borrowed from literary sources. And the ritual artifacts
are objects stolen from the University of Oregon, and perhaps from one or
two other college museums."

      "Sheriff Jackson, you take my breath away!" Peters exclaimed. "You
seem to know a lot more about this than I do."

      Susie Watson re-entered, wearing latex gloves. She delivered the
photocopies of Coleman's drafts. She gave the originals to Jackson. "I
assume you'd want to check the pages for fingerprints, Sheriff," she said.

      "I wonder, Susie, could you fax the photocopies to Göran Svenson
at this number in Joseph, Oregon?" Jackson asked.

      Jackson borrowed Susie's gloves and paged through the
manuscript. Chapter Two pertained to the Wallowa. He came to a sketch of
three pointed poles, angled in the ground at thirty degrees. "This is the
second Eagle Cap crime scene," he said. "It's adapted from Procopius's
History of the Wars of Justinian. Maybe this chapter will help us
reconstruct the first crime scene at Eagle Cap." He turned to Chapter
Three, on Lakota, and found another sketch.  "Sacrifice by human barbecue,"
he said. "This one seems to have a more complicated history, but there's an
analogy in Herodotus's Histories, in his book about Egypt, and another in
the Sanskrit epic cycle of Vikrama. There's an Armenian example, too, in an
episode about Sanasar and Baltasar, two epic twins, but I doubt that
Coleman knows anything about it." Jackson moved on to Coleman's fourth
chapter, on the Ojibwe. He came to a sketch of a victim suspended between
trees and impaled by a metal rod. "This is the Eight Eagles crime scene,"
he said. "I haven't seen this one personally, but it's exactly as Göran
described it. This one's adapted from Dante's Inferno."

      "Goddamn!" Peters exclaimed. "These sketches always seemed fanciful
to me. I've been waiting for Coleman to give me reasons to accept them as
authentic."

      "If he contacts you, keep away from him and contact Patrolman Chisik,
or me. Then call the police in Laramie," Jackson said. "This man is
dangerous. He's killed twenty people that we know of, he and his mysterious
companion." He was interrupted by a cellphone call from Svenson. Afterward
he announced: "That was Detective Sergeant Göran Svenson, calling from
Oregon. He says that the first chapter in Coleman's dissertation is a
repetition of his MA thesis, almost word for word."

      Ron Chisik produced the photo of Coleman's companion. "It's possible
that Coleman met this man while he was in Laramie. Have either of you ever
seen him?" Dr. Greenleaf hadn't.

      "He looks vaguely familiar," Peters said. "He's not an Anthropology
student. We have about a hundred grad students, and another hundred
undergraduate majors. If he was one of our students, I'd recognize him. He
might have taken some survey courses, though. I'm sure I've seen him on
campus, but not for several years."

      For over an hour, Jackson and Chisik, and Professors Greenleaf and
Peters, mulled over evidence that disclosed an elaborate academic fraud
that had blossomed into serial murders.  "This is one for the textbooks,"
Jackson remarked. When they finished their conference and departed the
office, Jackson gave a business card to Susie Watson, and invited her to
visit Lakota at the County's expense when things settled down.

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