Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2006 21:52:58 -0600
From: Clarence R. Grott <crgrottphd@peoplepc.com>
Subject: WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY

PLEASE BE WARNED that this is a contemporary portrayal of possibly
fictionalized events. If you are under 18, offended by such stuff, have a
problem separating fantasy from reality, or this kind of narrative
violates any law, personal, or religious beliefs, then DO NOT READ ANY
FURTHER!


WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?

A story as told by "Triple Three"


His name is RICARDO CARLINO STEFANO... literally translated: strong
ruler, manly, crowned in victory. That was the third generation name he
was given by his Italian heritage parents.

"9-1-1... What is your emergency?"

Those words echoed through Ric's head quite often. They had become so
rote - repeatedly and mechanically drilled into his head from the first
day that he started his training as a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Evan's
City Police Department.

Bilingual and fluent in Italian and English, he sometimes even heard the
words in Italian in a particularly vivid dream at night. It wasn't some
kind of psychological quirk, it was simply a normal function of his
brain.

The twenty-four year old stud didn't let the phenomenon bother him. He
was fairly well adjusted, he thought, and the battery of psychological
tests that he'd had to take for his pre-employment had confirmed that.

Still, Ric smiled to himself, knowing that majoring in Psychology in
college had taught him a lot of "tricks" - tricks that he constantly used
to deceive people. "Manipulate" maybe, instead of deceive, was a more
appropriate word yet.

Ric knew himself pretty well. Since adolescence, he had accepted the fact
that he was gay and was cleverly shrewd and savvy enough to hide the fact
from most people. His perceptiveness - his special skill of "reading"
people - provided him with an endless supply of partners that never
revealed his secret and the little sexual trysts that they had with him.

You might say he was egotistical and self-centered, but not enough to
call him a snob. He was congenial, fun loving, and outgoing. Everyone
seemed to like being around him. It was his demeanor - the way he
presented himself - his behavior, manner, attitude, and disposition.

After three weeks of classroom training and three weeks of on-the-job
training, he settled into his new job on the 11 PM to 7 AM shift. Some
called it the "late" shift; some, the "early" shift. Regardless, it was
the ideal shift for Ric. It afforded him autonomy - the benefits of
basically working in the dispatch room by himself, a well paying job,
plus the opportunity to have a sometimes pretty intimate access to
other's lives.



"9-1-1... What is your emergency?"

"I've just been beaten up by someone... I need help..."

"Okay, do you need an ambulance?"

"No, I just need the police..."

"Okay, please stay on the line."

For a moment, Ric switched his attention to the radio console that would
dispatch a police officer to the scene. The so-called "enhanced 9-1-1
system" enabled him to view the origin of the telephone call on a video
screen.

That done, he returned to the caller, keeping him on the line until
police arrived. During the interlude, he talked to the individual,
gathering as much information as he could. Some of the details were
rather graphic - vivid in detail.

In times of trauma or extreme distress, people often revealed details
that they normally wouldn't supply. Listening to their account excited
Ric, frequently sexually arousing him. This sounded like one of those
calls.

The more details the caller gave, the more turned-on Ric became. He felt
his cock growing steadily in his pants. He reached down to grope himself,
rubbing and kneading the now obscene bulge in his crotch. The scenario
was becoming something out of some sleazy porn-line call.

Ric's mind captured every lurid and lusty detail so that he could recall
and recreate the imagery later in one of his fantasies or dreams. It was
fodder - a source of erotica for him to use for his jack-off sessions.

"Okay, someone's at the door?"

The call was ended with the arrival of police officers.

Hoh, damn! That was HOT! Ric thought to himself as he pulled his hand
away from his crotch and then stood momentarily to reach inside his pants
and briefs to pull out the folded square of paper toweling that had
absorbed his discharge of  precum.

THAT was a little trick that he used to keep from soiling his underwear.
He replaced the pad with another that he quickly made from the roll of
paper towels he kept handy. He smiled to himself, thinking how clever he
was to use this to keep from revealing the fact that he'd "creamed his
jeans" a little. It had even worked with a full-blown orgasm.

Smugly complacent, he sat back down, ready for the next call.  In his
private notebook, he jotted down pertinent details of the call for later
use. If he decided to make contact with the person later, he had enough
information to covertly stalk the person and make plans on how to
approach them.

This last caller seemed like someone he'd like to meet. Whatever the
relationship the two guys had had, it was probably over now - at least
temporarily, so that Ric could make an opportune move.

"Hi, I'm Ric."

"Hi, I'm Jason."

Step Two accomplished! They introduced themselves to each other.

Step One had been for Ric to follow Jason enough to see who he was and
what he did.

Not having to work during the day and most of the afternoon, afforded the
opportunity for Ric to do the preliminaries. He found out that Jason
frequented the bar in the middle of the 500 block of Dawson Street.

It just so happened that Jason lived in a second floor apartment right
across the street. Ric hadn't had to do much investigation.

Ric bought Jason several drinks, melding the two into instant
companionship - at least into a semi-drunken camaraderie. Ric didn't
supply any details that might reveal where he worked. He played
everything else by ear, augmented by details from the call he had taken
from Jason a couple of nights ago.

As the evening wore on and the more intoxicated Jason became, the more
his pretty convincing hetero image wore off and the more effeminate side
of him began to blossom.  Of course, Ric already knew what was happening
- and what he wanted to happen.

Their conversation became more intimate. Ric was skilled in steering it
that way. By the time Jason's head began making little nodding jerks, Ric
had "invited" himself to Jason's apartment.

Across the street and up the stairs, Ric steadied Jason as he fumbled for
his keys. One hand on Jason's shoulder, he allowed his other hand to
reach around and smooth down over the guy's chest and on down to feel his
basket of goodies.

Jason kept fumbling, but Ric was in no particular hurry for him to find
his keys. He was in a position to press his body up close against Jason's
backside and hump against the young man's firm, bubble butt ass.

"Mmmmm..." Ric let out an audible moan.

"Whaddud yuh say...?" Jason asked in a drunken slur.

"Uh, nothin'..." Ric answered.

Jason finally found his keys and unlocked the door.

Inside, Ric made sure the door was closed and locked. Jason stood there,
teetering unsteadily on his feet.

"We better get you to bed before you fall," Ric offered.

"Yah... maybee we shlould..."

Like a lamb being led to slaughter, Ric helped Jason to the bedroom,
letting him plop down crosswise onto the bed, lying on his back, his legs
dangling over the edge.

"Thangs, bud-dee..."

Ric wasn't in that bad a shape; he'd rationed his own drinks to keep
himself halfway sober. He sat down next to the inebriated young man. The
guy was really cute - handsome, medium well developed stature, and Ric
already knew - G-A-Y.

As he eyed the enticing and tantalizing prey before him, his hand
reaching over and unzipping Jason's tight jeans, spreading the fly, and
revealing the tempting mound tenting out the baby blue bikini briefs.

Briefly, Jason lifted his head momentarily to look at Ric through bleary
eyes. All his inhibitions - if he ever had any - were gone. He lay back
sedately.

Ric was taking it slow. He had planned all this for his night off from
work. He had twenty-four hours or more to accomplish his goal. His goal
was for wild, unabashed sex. It was easier this way - the path of least
resistance - to seduce someone in a semi-stuporous state. What followed
later, was just icing on the cake!

Ric's hand moved to his target - the young man's turgid cock. His fingers
rubbed over the length of the shaft, then encircling it to gently
alternately squeeze and release it.

"Ohh... dude..." Jason moaned out, squirming his hips a little and feebly
trying to push them up to enhance the feeling.

"Yah, I know..." Ric said, sensing the guy was ready for this.

Ric met no resistance when he stood up and pulled Jason's jeans and
underwear down and off his legs, discarding them on the floor beside the
bed. He stood for a minute, looking down at the magnificent display of
manhood.

Ric knelt between Jason's legs and bent forward to lick at the pendulous
low hanging balls, then running his tongue up the entire length of the
engorged organ.

"Hohhh... I...." Jason squirmed a little.

Without hesitation, Ric opened his mouth and engulfed the bulbous head of
Jason's cock, swirling his tongue around and around the ridge.

"Hohhh... uhhh..." Jason made a feeble attempt to raise up, but was too
drunk. He resigned himself to just lying there and letting Ric have his
way. His mind was still able to interpret the exquisite sensations he was
feeling.

Ric continued, sucking in almost the entire length of Jason's rod and
beginning a rhythmic blowjob, bobbing up and down.

Blowjob?  The fleeting thought of the word brought an internal chuckle to
Ric. Why do they call it a "blowjob" when there's no blowing to it! He
continued on, faster and faster, taking in more and more of Jason's
thingy.

Thingy? That's something a little kid would call it! Another amusing
thought flashed through his mind. Relentlessly, he continued his
ministration. One hand holding the base of Jason's staff, he brought his
other hand up to cup and knead Jason's balls.

Jason was steadily purring now, his body writhing. Then, Ric felt the
young man's cock jerk and pulsate in his mouth. He swallowed as fast as
he could to keep from choking on the copious amount of cum Jason
discharged.

Ric pulled his mouth off Jason's deflating cock and knelt there, watching
as the young man's body gave a final shudder and a large gob of cum oozed
out, the final remnant of his series of orgasms.

Jason's chest was still heaving, his lungs sucking in air to help restore
his body to some semblance of normalcy. In just moments, he inhaled an
extra large breath and seemed to pass out, oblivious to everything around
him.

"Sooo cute, babe... but it's JUST beginning," Ric said.

He smiled broadly, with a hint of sarcasm and lechery. He stood up, now
acutely aware of HIS erect cock and set of balls that were painful from
being constrained and restricted in his underwear and jeans.

He kicked off his loafers, spread his knees, reached down, and undid his
fly. Thumbs slipped inside his waistbands, he eased his pants and briefs
down in one quick motion and stepped out of them, one leg at a time. Then
he took off his sweater and tossed it with his other things.

Pausing for another couple of moments, he cupped his balls and gave his
penis a couple of strokes.

"I'm so nice. I let you go first. Now, it's my turn," he said.

Jason stirred just a bit, his eyelids fluttering and almost opening.

"Yah... fursh..." he muttered; or at least that's as close as Ric could
make out.

"Okay, here yuh go..." Ric said to the mostly unconscious form.

Ric struggled a bit with Jason's dead weight, but succeeded in turning
him onto his belly with his hips positioned right at the edge of the bed,
his leg hanging down to the floor.

A palm on each tempting ass cheek, Ric used his thumbs to spread Jason's
crack wider. He leaned over and spit a large dollop of saliva directly on
the young man's puckering rear entry. Before it could slither away, he
used a thumb to spread it around. Then he forced his thumb inside Jason's
asshole to dilate it.

"Hooo-eee..." Jason sort of half-groaned, half-squealed. He struggled and
raised his head and shoulders enough to move his arms in to support
himself on his elbows. His eyes were still closed.

"Feels good, huh?" Ric said, again in a sarcastic, lecherous tone. "Well,
try THIS on for size! It's my 'weapon of my... uh... your... ass
destruction'!"  He chucked to himself again, amused by the quip.

He moved up close to Jason's spread ass and used his hand to aim the tip
of his cock directly at Jason's most intimate of private parts. He thrust
his hips forward, plunging his cock deep inside in one quick motion.

"NO-UH... OWAAAA!" Jason yelled out, sobering instantly, his eyes wide
open and bugged out. His fingers clawed at the bed linens, his face
contorted in painful agony.

"MUHHTHERRR-FUHHCCKK!" He dropped his face to the bed to bite the covers,
clenching his jaw. Tears began streaming from his eyes.

Showing a little mercy, Ric didn't move, his cock buried deep in Jason's
man-pussy.

They both remained in a frozen, unmoving state until Ric sensed Jason's
anal muscles relaxing a bit. The he started ass-fucking the young man -
slowly, deliberately, rhythmically.

It still hurt Jason like hell, but the pain from the initial assault
began to lessen and become tolerable. He began to feel a warmth - a
kindling of his bonfire of passion - a heated passion to be fucked.

In minutes, Jason was wriggling, squirming and thrusting his hips back -
inviting Ric to screw him... screw him hard! HARD AND FAST!

Ric fell forward, over Jason's back, his pelvis making jackrabbit
thrusts, his arms wrapped around Jason's waist. A minute later, he bit
Jason's back and at the same moment, erupted like some volcano - spewing
gushes of hot cum lava up the guy's ass!

It was like a ten-point magnitude earthquake on the Richter Scale. Both
their bodies trembled and shook - both having climaxes and orgasms at the
same time, over and over again in rapid succession, their insides
rumbling.

Then it was over... until Jason's next call for "help".

~ ~ ~.

Please Note: Names, places, and events have possibly been fabricated to
maintain anonymity. Plagiarism is NOT intended and credit is given to all
who may have contributed to the production. Comments are welcome and will
be forwarded to "Triple Three" by crgrottphd@peoplepc.com.