Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 07:58:51 -0500
From: Jake Preston <jemtling@gmail.com>
Subject: Psychic Detective 5

Psychic Detective 5
How the Fourth of July was Celebrated
By: Jake Preston

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Chapter 5
How the Fourth of July was Celebrated

	Red Hawk spent the fourth of July on No Name Island scouting for
clues. Göran Svenson spent the day with him, and warned off visitors-a
necessary duty, as rumors had reached residents and tourists before news of
the murders reached the newspapers and television. Harvey Winik spent the
day in Duluth with his family. That was Göran's idea. He insisted that
Harvey take the holiday. He could patrol the island by himself.

	Late that afternoon, Red Hawk found disarticulated skeletal remains
about sixty yards east of the central crime scene. Victim number
four. Svenson advised Red Hawk to search the area sixty yards west. It
didn't take him long to find skeletal bits of victim number five.

      At dusk, Svenson called Winik with the news. He offered to return to
Lake Ashawa at once, but Svenson said no, it could wait until
morning. Winik insisted. "At least watch the fireworks with your wife and
kids," Svenson insisted. "If you make the drive tonight, we can get an
early start tomorrow."

      Winik said he had no place to stay. "There are no vacancies at the
Lodge, but you can stay with me," Svenson said, "if you don't mind sleeping
double in a queen-sized bed with a queer. Second floor, turn left, go to
the end of the corridor. I've got the two-room suite overlooking the lake,
the one with the balcony. I'll leave the door unlocked."

	"Sounds like you've got the best suite in the Lodge, wish I had
your expense account," Winik laughed.

	"Compliments of Tom Preston," Svenson replied. "It's the Honeymoon
Suite, if that turns you on," he laughed.

	The two-hour drive from Duluth to Lake Ashawa gave Harvey Winik
time to think: 'Five bodies, just like Svenson predicted. I always thought
he was too young for his job, so I underestimated him. He's a good man to
have on my side... and hot!" Bunking with Svenson, who would have thought?
He wondered what it would be like having sex with a guy. 'Put that thought
out of your mind, Harvey', he thought to himself. 'Svenson's a strapping
athletic Swede, a handsome hunk. Why would he want to have sex with a
five-foot-six stocky run-of-the-mill middle-aged married guy like me?' Even
so, the prospect of bedding down with Svenson gave him a hard-on. 'He
invited me to his bed, after all. Is sex possible?' The idea came coming
back.  By the time he got to Wayward Island Resort, he was ready for
anything Svenson might offer.

	The Lodge was full of visitors enjoying Fourth of July
libations. From his place behind the bar, Tom welcomed Winik. His business
was doing well. Winik clambered up the stairs and down the corridor, where
he found the door unlocked. Svenson had left the bathroom light on, and set
out a fresh towel, washcloth, and soap for him. In a little white bowl by
the sink, Winik saw a little blue pill with the inscription 'VIAGRA'. Winik
washed the pill down with a glass of water. He took a quick shower, and
made his way through the drawing room and into the bedroom, groping in the
dark. Wind chimes tinkled from the balcony. Winik felt a cool breeze from
an open window.

	Svenson turned over in sleep. "We've heard the chimes at midnight,"
he said, half-awake.  Harvey crawled under the covers. His bath towel
dropped to the floor. Svenson turned on his back. "I hope you dried your
hair," he said. He ran his hand over Winik's head. "Hmmm, still damp," he
said. Instead of withdrawing his arm, he flung it around Winik's shoulders
and pulled Winik closer to him.

	"It's chilly in here, Sergeant," Winik said.

	"You can close the window, if you'd like," Svenson replied.

	"No thanks," Winik said. "I like the sound of wind chimes."

	"Very romantic of you," Svenson laughed. He was wide awake
now. "We'll have to snuggle to warm up the bed." He shifted closer to
Winik, who followed his example and moved in closer. Arms and legs
touched. Winik's hand was on Svenson's thigh. Svenson turned on his side
with his back toward Winik. He took Winik's hand, and pulled his arm over
his torso while Winik sidled him. Svenson arched his butt toward Winik, who
edged closer. Winik's cock throbbed in Svenson's naked cleft. He guided
Winik's hand over his torso. "Don't worry, Detective, you'll still be a
straight guy in the morning," he laughed.

	Winik fondled Svenson's nips and pinched them. "I've got a
confession to make, Sergeant," he said. "I've been thinking about doing
this all the way up from Duluth. But then, you don't trust confessions, do
you?"

	"We've got to find something to quarrel about, if we're gonna be
fuck-buddies," Svenson replied.

	"Fuck-buddies, are you sure?" Winik couldn't believe his luck.

	"Are you saying you don't like my ass?" Svenson laughed. He guided
Winik's hand downward to his rump. "Better check it out, then," he said.

	Winik groped Svenson's butt, and reached around to grope his
throbbing cock. When he reached for another handful of arse, Svenson turned
face-side and spread his legs apart. Winik ran his fingers into Svenson's
cleft, down to the portal.

	"We could just fuck and go to sleep, or we could do it my way,"
Svenson said.

	"I've never done this before, Göran," Winik said.

	"What you lack in experience I can make up for," Svenson said. He
rolled over to face Winik. He fondled Winik's cock, gently. Winik
moaned. Svenson kissed his cheek and nuzzled his face. After some
hesitation, Winik pressed his lips over Svenson's lips. Svenson kissed him
back, lightly; then he buried his mouth into Winik's armpit. He positioned
Winik on his back kissed and tongued his torso from shoulders to pubes. He
sucked Winik's throbbing cock, and his balls. Winik moaned and panted. He
lay over Winik. This time Winik kissed him, passionately, while he groped
Svenson's butt.

	Svenson sidled Winik in a 69 and fellated him. He nibbled at
Winik's foreskin, and managed to take his shaft all the way into his
mouth. Winik fondled Svenson's cock. He marveled at its size and
volume. "I'm sure glad it's you that's gonna get fucked, instead of me," he
whispered.

	"Flattery will get you inside," Svenson said, and continued to suck
Winik's cock.

      After some hesitation, Winik's mouth accepted Svenson's cockhead. The
bulbourous taste of pre-cum turned him on. He licked Svenson's shaft, then
sucked his cock. He kissed Svenson's balls. Following Svenson's example, he
sucked one testicle into his mouth, then the other. "Gay sex is hot!" Winik
exclaimed.

      "You've got a great cock, Harvey," Svenson said. "I'm gonna love
getting fucked by you, but first there's something else I want us to do."
He positioned Winik on his back, with his ass at the edge of the bed. He
knelt between Winik's legs and sucked his cock and his balls. Then he ran
his tongue over Winik's perineum.

      Winik moaned. "How come women never do this?" he said.

	"It's because a woman doesn't know a man's body the way a man
does," Svenson said.  "That's why a straight guy sometimes needs a bit of
gay action on the side." He went back to work on Winik's perineum, and
brushed his butthole softly with one finger.

	"Now, Harvey, I'm gonna give you some action that I usually
wouldn't do until a third date.... Just in case we don't get a third date,"
Svenson said. Winik watched Svenson's figure as he moved in the
darkness. Svenson held up a small bottle. "It's called poppers," he
said. "You take a couple snorts from the bottle. I'll do it first. You can
try it later if you want to."

	Svenson snorted the poppers and ran his tongue over Winik's
perineum. Winik propped his ankles on Svenson's shoulders and
frog-legged. Moments later, Svenson's mouth covered Winik's butthole. Winik
moaned at the tongue-action in his butt. "You've got a sweet ass, Harvey,"
Svenson said, and dove in for more.

	Winik lay in contentment while Svenson massaged his cleft and his
butthole with one finger. "Harvey, have you ever imagined that you could
tell a guy to kiss your ass and he would actually do it?" He snorted
poppers and waited.

	"Kiss my ass, Göran," Winik said, gruffly. Svenson administered
an energetic netherlabial French kiss.

	'"Harv, I'll let you in on a secret. Kissing your ass makes me feel
submissive. The more I do it, the more I want to get fucked. But it's risky
for you. With the right sort of rim-job, you might lose your cherry!"

	Winik laughed, nervously. He knew he was on the edge. Svenson got
up and joined him in the bed. "If you want, Harvey, we can try rimming you
in different positions. This time we'll both snort poppers. You pick the
position, and I'll kiss your ass," Svenson said.

	Winik got on all fours with his butt arched out. They snorted
poppers, and Svenson got into position behind him. "Yeah, kiss my ass,"
Winik said. Svenson ran his tongue down the length of his crack and
tongue-fucked his butthole. "Get it in deeper," Winik said. He lay forward
flat, a good position for cleft-rimming. Winik enjoyed seeing Svenson
struggle to reach his asshole in this position. Winik stood up in bed with
his legs apart. Kneeling behind him, Svenson administered a netherlabial
French kiss while Winik hoisted his ankles on Svenson's shoulder.

	"Let's switch positions and fuck," Svenson said. "How would that
be?" Svenson lay on his back and propped a pillow under his butt. He
expected Winik to kneel between his legs, but Winik had another idea. He
straddled Svenson's chest from behind and lowered his butt to Svenson's
mouth. "My new best buddy is fucking my ass with his tongue," Winik
said. He swatted Svenson's butt while Svenson rimmed.

	"First time for you, fucking butt?" Svenson whispered when Winik
got back between his legs.

	"Yeah, my old lady would never hear of it," Winik said.

	"First lube my butthole with your finger," Svenson said. "Then you
can penetrate me when you're ready. Just one finger, Harvey. Keep my
sphincter tight for your dick."

	Winik was surprised at the sensation of intimacy when he slid his
fuck-finger up Svenson's ass. He glided slowly, and felt his partner's
sphincter tighten around his finger. He wiggled his finger around
inside. The sphincter tightened again. "You've gotten very sensitive,
Göran," he said.

	"Yeah, I'm way past ready," Svenson said.

	Winik pushed forward while Svenson wrapped his lower legs around
his butt and pulled him in. Svenson groaned and panted. Winik pushed
forward again. Svenson yelped and growled, and gruffly said, "Don't stop,
don't stop." Winik pushed his cock all the way in. He started to
fuck. "Wait a sec, Harvey, let me get used to you," Svenson said. "You've
got a powerful cock, Harvey." Winik kissed Svenson. It was a primal kiss,
resplendent in urges from the groin. After a few minutes of stillness,
Winik felt Svenson's sphincter tighten around his dick. He smiled, and
started a slow fuck. Gradually he picked up the tempo. "Ahh, fuck me,"
Svenson said. "I'm loving it; my ass is yours now." Winik seized Svenson's
lower legs and hoisted them apart and upward. He slammed his dick in
hard. Svenson groaned and yelped and said "Yeah, man!"

	Svenson flipped so Winik could fuck him from doggie-style. Winik
loved this position, and fucked furiously. Svenson taught him the art of
punch-fucking: he pulled his dick all the way out and slammed it back
inside, several times. He forced Svenson face-flat and fucked him harder.

	"Let's try something else," Svenson said. He lay on his back with
his butt at the edge of the bed. Winik stood between his legs. Svenson
rested his ankles on Winik's shoulders. Winik's cock steam-rolled into
Svenson's butt. He found that this was even better as a position for punch-
fucking. He fondled Svenson's cock, and kept it hard.

	Svenson stood by the bed and balanced his weight against the wall,
with his legs wide apart. Winik threw his arms around Svenson's torso and
fucked him from behind.

	They missioned again. Svenson taught Winik to alternate between
furious fucking and long, slow massages of his anal canal. During those
anal massages, Svenson and Winik took turns frigging Svenson's dick. From
his moaning and heavy breathing, Winik could tell that Svenson was getting
ready to cum. He fucked furiously, but lengthened the time of their anal
massages. Svenson snorted poppers, and orgazzed in Winik's hand. The
fragrance of jizz filled the room. Winik humped his buddy and jizzed into
him.

	They lay together. Winik offered to get off of him. "I like the
feel of your weight on me," Svenson said. After a while, his cock slipped
out of its newfound cave.

	"That was the best fuck I've ever had, Göran," Winik said when
they lay side by side in the bed. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you."

	"I like it rough," Svenson said. "You're a good lover, Harvey. You
got me off while you were fucking me. No every guy can do that."

	They soaped each other up in the shower. "Take a look at my butt
and see what you've done, Harvey," Svenson said. He braced himself against
the shower-wall with his legs spread apart.

      Winik looked at the reddish gape. "Oooo! How 'bout that!" he
exclaimed. Svenson tightened his sphincter and relaxed it. "Why Göran,
your little butthole is winking at me," Winik exclaimed. His cock hardened
again. He stood behind Svenson and fucked, and jizzed him again.

      Back in bed, Winik and Svenson sidled face to face in a lovers'
embrace. They praised each other for their performance, and for their
bodies. "Göran, I never thought I'd make it with a sensational stallion
like you," Winik said.

      "You're a pretty good catch yourself, Harvey," Svenson replied. "A
fucking bull-rider."

      "That and a couple doses of bull-seed," Winik chuckled.

      "I was hoping that would turn you on, the idea it, breeding," Svenson
said. "That turns me on, too. Right now your semen is tickling my butt from
the inside. You conquered my ass, buddy."

      "The foreplay was sensational, too," Winik said.

      "The foreplay is good for all night," Svenson replied.

      "Really?"

      "Really. You took the viagra, right? When you get horny again, just
remember that my ass is ready for a third dose of bull-seed, and a fourth,
and a fifth. Let's see how many times you can fuck me."

      As they drifted into sleep, Winik released his tight hold on
Svenson. When he awoke with a hard-on, Svenson was on his side with his
backside toward him. He crept into position and pushed his cock into the
garden of paradise. Svenson woke up and turned face-flat to give Winik
maximum entrance. Their breeding session was furious and sweaty. "Thanks
for being a stud, Harvey," Svenson remarked, and they went back to sleep.

      Winik couldn't get Svenson's sexy backside out of his mind. Maybe it
was the novelty of fucking a man. Maybe he was making up for the tense
relations they sometimes had on the job.  Maybe it was the novelty of
having a sexual partner who was open about how much he liked it.  Maybe it
was because Svenson actually wanted him to breed. Maybe it was the
unexpected pleasure of possessing an athletic stud. Maybe it was the
viagra. Each time Winik fucked Svenson, he thought of another reason. For
each 'maybe', Winik shot a new wad into Svenson's butt.

      In the morning, they soaped each other in the shower again. Svenson
soaped Winik's cock to erection, and spread his legs in the shower. A
furious fuck followed. "How many times did you screw me last night?" he
asked Winik.

      "Six, but who's counting?" Winik replied.

      "Seven if you count this one," Svenson said. "Either way, it's a
record for me."

      "Six," Winik said. "Our fuck this morning was the first for today,
which means I get to fuck you five more times tonight."

      "I've never had a straight fuck-buddy before," Svenson said.

      "And I've never had a gay one. Straight sex, gay sex, good sex: if
it's good sex, don't matter if it's straight or gay."