Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2014 13:59:04 -0500
From: Jake Preston <jemtling@gmail.com>
Subject: Psychic Detective 3

Psychic Detective 3
A Staff Meeting in the Sheriff's Office
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
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Jake, at jemtling@gmail.com

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Chapter 3
Dmitri and David in the Lodge

	Dmitri and David offered to go upstairs to get dressed, but Tom
tossed them bath towels and ushered them into his private apartment. He
started a fire in the fireplace and poured brandy for three. He told them
to sit together in the love seat in front of the fire. He lit his tobacco
pipe and said, "Now, boys, we've done everything that can be done for this
evening. Sheriff Ron Matthews is sending two of his men up here from
Duluth. They'll be here in a couple hours. You can raid the refrigerator if
you get hungry, but for now, a bit of brandy on an empty stomach is the
thing. You've both had a shock, or I should say two shocks, and I daresay
one of you has had three shocks. Which one, I wonder? Once you've gotten
over your juvenile shyness, you can take those towels off and tell me
everything. Naked truth from naked boys!"

	"Must we tell you everything, Boss?" David asked.

	"We're speaking as friends," Tom said. "I'm trying to do what my
nephew Jake would do if he were here. Jake would invite Mrs. Ravitch, too."

	"You want us to sit in the nude with Mrs. Ravitch?" Dmitri asked.

	"The world's most famous painter of male nudes," Tom said, "and why
not? Do you think you've got something that would scandalize her? But let
me explain, boys. We need to go over your story and advise you what details
you should tell the cops, and what details should be reserved for the ears
of Sheriff Matthews alone."

	David and Dmitri looked at each other. "It's your call, Dmitri,"
David said. "You're my protector."

	"Maybe so, but you're the boss, David, so it's your call," Dmitri
said.

	There's more to these boys than meets the eye, Tom thought.

	"I say we can trust Mrs. Ravitch," David said.

	Tom got Mrs. Ravitch on the phone. Five minutes later, she was
seated with them in a rocker by the fireplace. She had a sketch-book with
her. "You boys keep the conversation going while I sketch," she said. "Some
old ladies in rocking chairs take to knitting. I take to sketching.  You
won't hear from me unless I have something to add."

	David started the narrative: "When we got to No Name Island, we
found an island on the north side. We put up the boat and took a walk in
the woods. There we made love."

	"First time," Tom said to Mrs. Ravitch. She nodded and continued
her drawing.

	"The truth of the matter is that David deflowered me," Dmitri
said. Then he added: "Twice. I mean, err, he deflowered me and then he made
love to me a second time."

	"A recrudescence," Tom said.

	"I'm not surprised, Dmitri. You're quite a catch," Mrs. Ravitch
said.

	Dmitri smiled broadly. He let his bath towel fall to his feet. "We
went back to the boat for a swim. When we returned, our clothes were gone,"
he said.

	"What happened to the lube and the condoms?" Tom asked.

	"Oh my God!" David said. "We must have left them behind when we ran
back to the boat."

	"So there are two condoms with your DNA in them?" Tom asked.

	"Not exactly," Dmitri said. "David used a condom at first, but it
was too painful for me, so I made him take it off. I think I just tossed it
aside. The second condom is unopened, and still in the baggie."

	"We could go back for these things, early in the morning," Tom
said.

	"There was someone on the island, maybe a serial killer. I think
it's too dangerous to go there," Dmitri said.

	"Besides, it might look like we were interfering with a crime
scene," David said.

	Mrs. Ravitch looked up, and nodded her approval.

	"So what do we tell them, when they find this stuff?" Dmitri
asked. They looked to Mrs.  Ravitch for advice.

	"It's probable that the detectives will find the baggie," she
said. "When they see the lube tube, they'll assume it signifies gay
sex. Naturally they'll conclude it was Dmitri and David, their only
witnesses. No matter what the detectives have to say about it, just
remember that you haven't done anything wrong or illegal. You were
following your nature, so you haven't done anything unnatural, either. Just
tell them that you're lovers. If they demand to know more, tell them that
you won't speak to anyone but Sheriff Matthews."

	"Why Sheriff Matthews?" David asked. "Oh!" he exclaimed when
Mrs. Ravitch smiled.

	"Our first time together and we're already busted!" Dmitri
exclaimed, ruefully. He tugged at David's towel.

	"That's all right, Dmitri, I'm in no hurry," Mrs. Ravitch said.

	"All right, already," David said, and flung the bath towel
aside. Mrs. Ravitch scarcely seemed to notice. She continued her work on
the sketch-pad.

	"Just remember, boys, if the cops try to shame you, we've seen
worse. We've stared them down in the past. You haven't done anything to be
ashamed of. In fact, you should be proud of each other," Mrs. Ravitch said,
and added, "as I am proud of you. We'll be here to give you
support. Because you're no longer minors, they can keep us away if they
want to, but they can't keep you away from an attorney. If they isolate you
from us, or if they start bullying you with aggressive questions, ask for
an attorney at once, and after that, keep silent."

	Anna Ravitch put finishing touches on her sketch. She held it
up. It depicted Dmitri and David sitting nude on the love seat. It captured
their essence in startling ways. At first glance they looked like twins,
but when you looked closely, their anatomical differences stood out.

	Tom took a cellphone call from Detective Sergeant Göran Svenson,
who said he was on the road, driving north to Ashawa. "We're in luck," Tom
said when the call was over. "I haven't seen Göran since he went off to
college, but I remember him well. He was one of the gang that used to skate
at Jake's place in winter. Now he's in charge of the investigation. What
interested him most was the fact that you boys couldn't get the boat motor
started. He said that your island- intruder must have put water in the gas
tank. He told me to cover the motor with a canvas tarp, and don't let
anyone near it. There might be fingerprints." Tom left the lodge, to carry
out his errand.

	"I think we've said all there is to say for now," Mrs. Ravitch
said. "I wonder, Dmitri, could you help an old lady home to her cabin?"
David offered to go with, but Mrs. Ravitch said "no, I'm not so decrepit as
to need two escorts." The boys hustled upstairs to their rooms and got
dressed. When they returned, Dmitri escorted Mrs. Ravitch to her cabin.

	"More brandy? Or tea?" Mrs. Ravitch asked when they got to the
cabin.

	"Brandy, I think," Dmitri said.

	"Good choice. We'll need to keep our wits alert for the next few
days, so this is the last call for alcohol," Mrs. Ravitch said. She invited
Dmitri to look at the paintings on the walls of her cabin: two from her
"Swimming Hole" series, three showing men making love, and two winter
scenes, showing young people skating on the lake. "This figure here is
Göran Svenson," she pointed out. "He's the Detective who will be
arriving at the Lodge this evening. Would it surprise you, Dmitri, if I
told you that you'd make an excellent subject for a painting, or maybe a
series of paintings? You have an expressive face, a countenance that tells
the truth about what you're feeling; and, of course, a body that captures
your essence as a son of Demeter, the goddess of grain and agricultural
fertility. Don't give me an answer now, but think about it, Dmitri. I have
a Trust that allows me to pay my male models."

	"My people are fishermen, not farmers," Dmitri said. "My father and
grandfather are fishermen on Peugeot Sound. Two older brothers, too; I'm
the first person in my family to go to college instead. Peugeot College
gave me an athletic scholarship for wrestling. That's the only reason I got
to go. In Fall Semester, I'm supposed to start taking courses in Business,
but I'm not sure that's the right thing for me. My heart's not in it."

	"If David went back to Peugeot College with you, would you be
welcome as a gay couple?" Mrs. Ravitch asked.

	"I don't know," Dmitri said. "I'd probably lose my wrestling
scholarship, and I'd be disowned by my father and brothers. All the guys I
wrestled with in high school and college would probably puke."

	"You deserve happiness in your life, Dmitri," Mrs. Ravitch
said. "Maybe you'll find it with David. With young love, who can tell? One
thing I know for sure. You won't be happy if your most important decisions
are made to avoid sadness. Happiness is not the avoidance of
sadness. Pleasure is not the avoidance of pain. If you already know that
Business is drudgery, don't major in it. If you love David, don't let him
go. Maybe you could transfer to David's college, what is it?-Eastern North
Carolina, in Wilmington, on the coast, a beautiful college town. Or both of
you could transfer to Bemidji State, or to one of the colleges in
Duluth. For a young man your age, there are many possibilities. Look at
Göran Svenson. He grew up as the son of a poor Swedish farmer, and now
he's a Detective in Duluth. Look at Red Hawk. He grew up in poverty in
Crane Lake, and now he's the official Anthropologist for the Ojibwe
Nation. He doesn't make a lot of money, but he has a richer life than
almost anyone in the Lake Country."

	"I've never met Red Hawk, but I know who he is. He stops by the
Lodge to see Tom, sometimes," Dmitri said.

	"Your lives will intersect soon. You boys need a close encounter
with the Ojibwe, to broaden your perspective on life," Mrs. Ravitch
said. "And you can count of help from your friends. Let me tell you who
your friends are: Tom, Red Hawk, Sergeant Göran Svenson, Dark Eagle, Ben
Hasek, Sam Black Bear, and the Ojibwe friends of Red Hawk and Black
Bear. These are the people you can trust. It's important to remember that,
Dmitri, because tomorrow, you and David are going to get 'outed'. When it
happens, remember three things: you deserve happiness in your life, you've
done nothing wrong, and you're not without friends."

	"What about David? Shouldn't you be having this talk with him,
too?" Dmitri asked.

	"All in good time," Mrs. Ravitch said. "David is strong. He's a
natural-born survivor.  You're a man of character, too, Dmitri, honest and
good, but the things that make you good also make you vulnerable and
impressionable. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, Dmitri, but I want you
to be aware that when your situation seems dark, when you think you're in a
dark place, you must reach out to your friends."

	 "Did I do the right thing, giving myself to David the way I did?"
Dmitri asked.

	"Of course you did, Dmitri. You acted according to nature. Surely
you know that."

	 "How do you mean?"

	Mrs. Ravitch sensed that Dmitri wanted to talk about his sexual
relations with David. He needed a confidante. He brought out her maternal
instincts. "I know more about sex between men than most gay men do," she
said. "You're physically stronger than David, a college wrestler, an
athletic stud, would you agree?"

	Dmitri's reply was a crimson blush.

	"When David was crawling over you, humping your body, giving you
pain, it made you feel strong. He made you feel fulfilled in your
strength. He made you feel God's pleasure. You could have overpowered him
if you wanted to, but you didn't. If you had done so, if you had turned him
away, that's when you would have felt ashamed."

	"I guess you're right about that, Mrs. Ravitch," Dmitri said,
blushing again at Mrs.  Ravitch's explicit language.

	"And now let's think about David. He's no weakling, but he's not
athletic like you. When David was growing up, he was the only Jewish kid in
his school. At least one of the local preachers would have called him a
Jesus-killer. He was a studious nerd. Other students thought he was a
'mama's boy' and a weakling. Maybe they thought he was gay. I'm sure he was
bullied in school. That's in the past, but we carry the past with us. He
took a summer job in the North Country so he could make a break from that
past. Then he makes friends with a sensational buddy who gives him
love. How could he not fall in love with you, Dmitri? And when it comes to
sex, playing the dominant role is another way of breaking away from his
past."

	"You're giving me reasons to be David's sub," Dmitri said.

	"Always remembering that the sub controls the relationship,"
Mrs. Ravitch said. "You boys are a refutation of Jacques Lacan, as many gay
couples are. When you make love, the literal phallus is David's, but David
depends on Dmitri for stability. This is normal. It's what you should
expect from each other."

		That night the boys slept in Dmitri's bed and took comfort
in their newfound romance.  They tasted each other on Route 69, and mingled
their jizz in passionate kisses, tender but intense. Dmitri lay atop
David. When his cock hardened, Dmitri backed into it. "That went in easy,"
David said. Dmitri kept control of the action. David felt the urge to
mission him, and tried
	to flip him, but Dmitri's strength prevailed.

      "Think of my pussy as manna dropped from heaven," Dmitri panted. He
tightened his anal canal round David's dick and pleasured it in sensual
rotation. David arched in sometimes upward thrusts, but Dmitri stayed in
control. He squeezed and smiled wickedly when David moaned and shot
jizz. He sidled behind David, clefted cock throbbing, and absorbing his
lover's contentment in aprčs-sexe. David reached back and fondled the
cock. "Rest, David, and sleep," Dmitri said. "I'll see you in your
dreams. I'm satisfied to feel the seed you've planted in my...  pussy."

      "Hmmm," David replied. "You first said 'pussy' in the throes of
passion, and again in the light of reason."

      "It is a gift," Dmitri said. "It signifies my choice to be your
bottom, if your desire complements mine."

      "It does," David said. That night, David and Dmitri pledged their
love for each other, and promised not to part. They would not go their
separate ways at the end of summer. They would find a way to stay together.

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