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Subject: Mitch And The Boys part 2 by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate./donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Mitch And The Boys part 2 They say `All good things must come to an end’, and I guess it’s true. My time with Rex did, way too soon. It had been the first summer I was in the department that he came to live with me. When school started, I switched to the day shift so I could be home when he was. Sex aside, I really loved our time together, and so did he. Even after his mom got out of jail, we spent as much time together as possible. Dixie had been surprised to find that Rex stayed with me throughout her incarceration. But seeing how happy and healthy he was, she didn’t question it. Then one fateful day, a man sat in her section of the diner she worked at. (Yes she did give up turning tricks after getting out.) Soon they were an item then he got transferred to his company’s home office in Chicago. They had a quickie wedding, and he whisked her away. Unfortunately, they took Rex with them. I was devastated. I soon found myself drinking to kill the pain of loss. Coming home to an empty apartment and no hope of seeing Rex, would steer me to a bottle. I finally convinced myself I wasn’t that weak, and wouldn’t let it get the best of me. I quit drinking. Thank God. Who knows what could have happened if I hadn’t. I probably would have shot someone or hit someone with my cruiser. Anyway, I was just getting my life back together, when the shit hit the fan again. I had just gotten on the first shift (midnight to eight A.M.), which I prefer. Daytime, and late shift are usually filled with things like domestic violence and stolen bicycles. First shift is when the heavy shit goes down. Shootings, burglaries, and robberies. I like getting bad guys off the streets and this is the time to do it. My dad always said “Nothing good ever happens after midnight, only bad things.” It had been a long day that ended with a lot of paperwork. I hate paperwork. Anyway, I had just gotten home, showered, and was looking for something in the fridge to eat. Just after eleven there was a knock at the door. On the other side,stood a rather strange character. She was way over made up, terrible wig, and she chewed her gum with her mouth open. “May I help you?” I asked. “You’re Mullins, right?” “Yes, uh…do I know you?” “I’m a friend of Dixie’s. I got something for you.” Her arm shot out of sight and snatched a boy into my line of vision. “I have to leave town. I can’t take him with me, so I’m leaving him with you.” “What are you talking about? I’m not taking in some stranger.” She shoved the kid passed me, then reached for a small case and pushed it into my chest. “Look, I know all about you and Rex. Now you keep him, or else.” “Lady, I don’t know what you think you know, but you’re mistaken if you…” “It don’t matter if it’s true or not. Just the mention of it, and you would lose your job. Never mind the legal battle to try and clear your name, and even if you do, that shit will hang over your head for the rest of your life.” I couldn’t imagine where she got her information. I know Rex wouldn’t say anything to anybody. Not even his mother. It was probably just a guess, and a useful threat. She was right about it being almost impossible to defend, and ruining my career. She kept glancing over her shoulder toward the parking lot. “I have to go. His name is Chad. If he misbehaves, beat him or lock him up. I don’t much care which. Bye.” I stood staring at an empty doorway wondering what just happened. I closed the door and turned to my new `guest’. He was taller than Rex, but about the same age. He wore those skinny, hip hugger, low cut jeans that are popular with the skater crowd and a skin tight shirt that I could see the indentation of his belly button through. His sandy hair was below his shoulders, wild and thick. Around his neck were two chains. One held a `peace’ symbol, the other a likeness of a marijuana plant leaf. I was under the impression the `hippie’ movement ended fifty years ago. Apparently this kid didn’t get that memo. He seemed terrified. ” Uh…I was just getting something to eat. Are you hungry?” He nodded, so I gestured to the table, and went to make us sandwiches. We sat in silence as we ate, each watching the other. I was trying to figure this kid out, but he appeared to be waiting for me to hit him. If I reached for my glass of milk, he’d flinch. He sat on the edge of his chair, ready to bolt if reason arose. “It’s Chad, right? I’m Mitch.” He only nodded again. “You seem nervous about something.” He took the last bite of his sandwich, and shook his head. “Was that your mother who pushed you through my door?” Just a nod in reply. “Do you know where she went?” He shrugged his shoulders. I picked up our dishes and took them to the kitchen. I returned with a damp sponge to wipe the table. “You don’t look like a cop,” he ventured. I glanced down at the bathrobe I was still wearing since my shower. “I’m a bit out of uniform at the moment. Let’s have a seat in the living room.” He sat at the end of the sofa, trying to stay as far away from me as possible. His head lowered, his eyes only glancing up at me when he had to. “So, Chad, why are you here?” He shrugged again. “Does your mom make a habit of just dropping you off at strangers’ apartments?” “Sometimes.” “How long does she stay gone when she does this?” I asked, hoping the answer was only an hour. “Last time it was two months.” “Two months!?”I yelled. Chad cringed at the sound of my voice. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “Don’t be mad.” Then he started to cry. Jesus. What was this kid’s problem? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. Uh…tell me about your necklaces,” I said trying to ease the tension in the room. “A friend gave them to me,” he sobbed. “So you don’t smoke pot?” “I tried it once. It made me kinda stupid.” “Yeah, drugs will do that.” “You don’t smoke pot?” Chad asked, sounding surprised. “I don’t do any drugs. I drank for a while but thankfully gave it up. Drugs are bad news.” “Yeah. My mom drinks. I wish she wouldn’t. So, if you don’t drink or do drugs, what do you do?” I wanted to say my vice is teen boy dicks, but he was scared enough already. “Not much. Just arrest bad guys and come home.” “Do you have a gun?” “Two, and no you can’t see them. I keep them in a gun safe in my bedroom. Is your mom a friend of Dixie’s?” “They went to school together.” “Then you know Rex?” “Not really. I’ve only heard Mom talk about him once in a while.” I was just barely getting over losing Rex and now this boy has to come to remind me what I’m missing. He even looks a little like Rex. The same soft eyes. Though not those wonderful pouty lips. He was taller, and leaner. Rex had his mother’s petite frame. “What did she mean when she said she knew about you and Rex?” Chad asked. “Rex stayed with me last year for a while. I … uh…I guess she thought I would take good care of you like I did Rex.” Boy did I take care of Rex. Almost every day. And he took care of me too. I looked at Chad and wondered what he looked like without his clothes. His pants were tight, and appeared to be full, but I didn’t really see an outline of his dick. Chad only nodded again. “I have to hit the sack. I go in at midnight. You’ll find bedding in the hall closet next to the bathroom.” “What time do you get up?” Chad asked. “Ten. I like to have coffee so I can be alert when I work. Okay…Uh make yourself at home for now.” My sleep was fretful. Most of my dreams involved Rex. Chad made an appearance too. Though not in a sexual capacity. He was a scared little boy running from a big monster and begging me to help. I felt useless to help him though. I awoke with a start. My alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so I got up to pee. I was standing in front of the toilet when I heard something in the kitchen and remembered I had a guest. As I exited the bathroom, I saw my guest in the kitchen. His long lean body clad in only a pair of small white briefs. He was moving frantically around the kitchen looking for something. “Is everything alright?” I asked, startling the bewildered kid. He jumped about three feet off the ground, then brought his arm up defensively. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can’t find the filters for the coffee maker. Please don’t be mad. I’ll do better. I promise.” I stepped closer, and he backed up, still awaiting some sort of punishment. I reached behind the coffee maker and retrieved the cellophane package of filters, and handed it to him. “I keep them here within reach, but where they don’t take up space in the cabinet or a drawer.” I stepped back so he could get to the coffee maker. My eyes were drawn to his ass. He had a nice tiny bubble butt. The briefs he was wearing were low cut so about half his crack showed. The material was so thin, what wasn’t visible above, was barely hidden. I could clearly see the fleshy color and form of his entire butt. My eyes traveled upwards. His thin frame ended at very pronounced shoulders which were partially covered by his long hair. What caught my attention the most though, was what appeared to be stripes on his back. Obviously from prior beatings. That would explain his behavior and defensive posturing. I watched as he prepared the coffee, constantly glancing over his shoulder at me. Then I realized I was naked. I had just gotten out of bed, peed, then saw him in the kitchen. I hadn’t put anything on. I went to my bedroom and put on my robe. Then returned to sit at the table. Chad came over, still karşıyaka escort cowering. “I’m sorry. I was going to wait a few more minutes to put on the coffee so it would be fresh when you woke up. I didn’t hear your alarm, I just saw you go into the bathroom.” “The alarm hasn’t gone off yet.” He was standing right in front of me. Those small sheer briefs did nothing to hide what was inside them. The top of them went straight across his small bush. They looked like little girls’ panties except they were so see through. His dick looked fat, but I couldn’t tell how big it was because it was tucked under and between his legs. His belly button seemed a yard above his undies, and tapered down in a very defined V. He didn’t seem that muscular, so it must be because he was so thin. I’m sure it was quite innocent that he followed me into my room when I changed clothes before heading to work, but I did see him looking at my cock. At his age though, that wasn’t unusual. Boys are curious at that age. I was fortunate enough to get dressed before I got hard. It was a quiet night, as Sundays usually are. Only a couple of convenience store robberies to break up the monotony. Probably a good thing too, because my mind was elsewhere. Chad seemed like a good kid, I couldn’t understand why someone would beat him. That wasn’t what kept me distracted though. It was the mental image of him in his underwear. It had been a few months since I had seen Rex, and no possibility of seeing him soon. Chad’s teen cock bulge had me salivating. Since finally admitting to myself that I liked teen boys, I had Rex to fulfill that desire. Now Chad invaded my thoughts. Or at least his dick did. I felt guilty because I had really strong feelings for Rex, now I was lusting after the first teen to come close to me. I felt like I was betraying Rex. I arrived home, and Chad met me at the door. His hair was still wet, so he must have had a shower, and he wore the same type of underwear, only these were red. “Dinner’s almost ready. You have time for a shower, that is…if you want. I’ll hang up your uniform so it doesn’t get wrinkled.” “Uh…Okay.” I wasn’t expecting this kind of welcome, but I wasn’t going to complain. Chad again followed me into the bedroom to take my uniform and hang it up. He handed me my robe, and told me he’d put my underwear in the laundry hamper. He waited with his hand out until I removed them and passed them to him. I felt weird. On one hand it was like I was royalty, and he was a servant. On the other hand, I felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. Any minute it would pounce on me and rip my throat out. I took the proffered robe and went to shower. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being played, but I also liked seeing him in his underwear. By the time I finished my shower, Chad had dinner on the table. It was a Caesar salad grilled chicken and pasta with lemon butter garlic sauce. It was really good. “Too bad you’re so young. I would marry you,” I jokingly complimented. Chad’s face lit up and he quipped, “Too bad you’re so old. I might accept.” That really eased the tension between us. We both relaxed and enjoyed the meal. It was a little odd, me in my robe and Chad in his underwear, but somehow it was okay. Rex and I had spent much of our time nude, even while eating. Chad wasn’t nude, but those skimpy sheer red undies hid little, if anything. I have to say, I did look. I looked a lot. Not while eating because he sat across the table from me. But afterward, he cleared the table, and his bulge was right in front of my face. “Would you like to watch tv while I clean the kitchen?” “You don’t want help with the dishes?” “Uh…No, I can handle it. You relax. I know you must be tired after catching all those bad guys.” He sounded more like a wife than a reluctant guest. I didn’t want a wife. A hot teen boy was a different story. I watched him moving around in the kitchen more than I watched tv. His lean body, long hair, and sheer undies held my attention. By the time I heard the dishwasher running, and Chad turned out the kitchen light, I was hard as stone. He walked past me to sit on the sofa. Even in the dim light emitted by the television, I could see his bulge clearly. It drove me crazy. “Why do you wear such small underwear?” I had to ask. “All of my jeans are low cut. Regular underwear show above them.” “They’re so small and sheer, you might as well not wear any,” I pointed out. I could see his face sorta scrunch up and a silent tear rolled down his cheek. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.I was just saying…” “I’m sorry you don’t like them,” Chad blubbered. “It’s not that I don’t like them. They’re really sexy…I mean …uh they’re just not practical. They don’t hide much, and they certainly won’t keep you from chafing. And look at the way you have to tuck your…um…well, uh…never mind. Just forget I said anything.” Chad wiped his eyes on the palms of his hands, and sat quietly for a moment. “Did you really like dinner?” “Yeah, it was great.” “The chicken wasn’t too dry?” “No, it was perfect.” He waited a minute then almost in a whisper asked, “Do you really think my underwear is sexy?” I turned to face him, glanced down at his full basket of goodies on display, and nodded. His face lit up with a huge smile. “What time do you want to get up? I’ll have coffee ready this time, I promise.” “I’m off tomorrow and the next day, so you don’t need to worry about it.” “It will take me awhile to get used to your schedule. You know, having dinner ready in the morning, and breakfast at night. But I’ll do better.” “Why are you trying so hard to please me?” I asked “I heard Mom tell you to beat me if I misbehave. I don’t want any more beatings.” “I doubt that she meant for me to actually beat you. I think she just meant I could discipline you as I see fit. Beating is definitely off the table.” “I wish someone had told uncle Steve that,” Chad muttered. Then asked, “You’re really not going to whip me or hit me?” “I promise. No hitting at all. The worst thing I will do is send you to your room without your dinner. Oh wait, you cook dinner. Ok then I guess I will take away your cell phone. Wait, you don’t have a cell phone. Shit. I’m out of ideas. What do you think is an appropriate punishment?” He smiled at me, then quickly looked down. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Then as we watched TV he asked, “Would you like some after dinner coffee?” “Sounds good,” I replied. He went to the kitchen to make coffee, giving me another glimpse as he passed me again. When he returned, I noticed two things. One, he had adjusted his cock to the side instead of tucked under. And second, he was hung. He wasn’t hard, but his cock took up every bit of fabric those undies offered. I could see the head clearly through the sheer red material. I was lost in the sight, and Chad had to get my attention. “Your coffee.” “Uh…yeah, thanks.” He handed me the cup, and sat beside me. This time much closer than before. I was already hard, and this wasn’t helping any. I had to move my cock too, so that it was tucked under the belt of my robe. I hoped Chad wouldn’t notice, I didn’t want to scare him even more. The glow from the tv seemed to be a spotlight shining on Chad’s briefs. That’s all I could look at. Rex had a big dick for his age, and it grew a lot while he stayed with me. I think Chad might even be bigger, but then, Rex probably was too by now. After an hour, I couldn’t take anymore. My cock was killing me. I needed to be alone for a few minutes. “I think I’ll go lay down for a while after all,” I said. “Is there anything else I can do for you before you go?” “Um, no. I don’t think so.” “Are you sure? Anything. Anything at all?” Chad asked as he stood. It sounded like an offer I would love to accept. Instead I just started toward the bedroom. He followed me in and turned back the bedding, then fluffed my pillow. I just watched his underwear as he did this, wishing I could grab my cock. Then he turned to me and untied my robe. He slid it off my shoulders, and my aching cock sprang out. Chad was looking straight at it, his own cock growing rapidly in those sheer briefs. Silently he knelt in front of me. It was another dream come true. A teen boy was sucking my cock. A teen boy who I was lusting after, just got on his knees and sucked me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I watched him service me. It wasn’t out of fear or duty, it was purely for enjoyment. I could see it in his eyes as he looked up at me. He wanted my cock, and I gave it to him. This kid had some experience at cocksucking. In no time at all he had me on the edge, and worked hard at taking me over the cliff. I gave him my juice, then I needed to see what he had between his legs. I quickly got down in front of him and pulled those sexy underwear off. He was hard from sucking me, that was a good sign. I was right, he was a little longer and thicker than Rex. Probably over seven inches, nice helmet head, small bush, big balls. It reminded me a lot of Rex’s cock, only Chad’s had a slight downward curve to it. Probably from wearing it tucked under his balls all the time. The good thing about a downward curve is that it helped it make the turn at the entrance of my throat. I was able to easily take him to the root. I loved that. I could feel that knob fucking my throat and his balls banging on my chin. We had both been so worked up from all our near nudity, it didn’t take him long to give me his boy cream. After he softened in my mouth a little, I directed him to the bed. As I snuggled in behind him, I noticed he was crying. “Did I do something wrong?” “No…Not at all… You did something very right,” he managed between his tears. I drew him close and wrapped kartal escort my arms around him. I really missed Rex, but this felt good too. Right somehow. “Can we stay here like this forever?” Chad asked. “Probably not a good idea, though it does have appeal.” “I hope you’re not mad about…you know… what I did.” “If I was mad, I wouldn’t have done what I did,” I answered. “Nobody ever did that before.” “You’ve never had a blow job? It seemed to me you’ve done it before. You certainly didn’t seem like an amateur.” “I’ve done it for two guys, but no one has ever done it for me.” “Well, those guys don’t know what they’re missing. You’re incredible.” “You really think so?” I kissed the back of his neck. “I know it.” We lay there for a few minutes before Chad said, “Mitch, would you think bad of me if I asked if I could do it again? “No, but only if I get to do you too.” For the next few hours, our cocks were in each other’s mouth more than they were out. Chad’s dick was so beautiful, I loved having it in my mouth even when it was soft. We explored each other fully. I sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time. He did the same to me. We fell into an exhausted sleep, waking occasionally to fondle each other. I took him out to dinner the next day, and stopped at a corner store for soft drinks on the way home. Chad acted very skittish till we got back to the apartment, then he was on me like my cock was food for a starving person. Wednesday after work, I was just coming to the door when I heard screams inside. “NO! I don’t want to!” I drew my taser, and opened the door. Some large ugly guy was trying to stick his dick into Chad’s ass. The taser barbs launched, one to his right nipple over his shirt, the other on his neck. The subsequent jolt of juice jerked him upright, but took the starch out of his little pecker. As I cuffed him, I `accidentally’ gave him another jolt. “Oops, sorry about that.” It took a couple of minutes to get Chad calm enough to tell me what happened. I had trouble concentrating on his tale because his naked body was pressed to mine. “So, this is your uncle?” I tried to clarify. Chad continued sobbing, “Yeah. My mom’s step brother. He saw me at the store Monday night. He must have followed us here.” “Why would he want to attack you?” “He’s always been mean to me. When I stayed with him, he’d beat me and make me suck him,” Chad blubbered accusingly. “But this time, he said Lockhart was paying him.” “Who’s Lockhart?” “My mom told me my father’s name was Lockhart. That’s the only one I know.” I turned to our uninvited guest. “So, Uncle Rapist, what’s your story?” He spit at me and clammed up. “3…2…1” I counted. Another jolt passed through Steve’s nipple. Still no reply. “3…2…” “Okay! Okay! Lockhart wants him dead.” “Why?” Nothing. “3…” “Lockhart’s mother died. Left millions that Lockhart doesn’t want to share.” Now it was beginning to make sense. If Chad was the grandson, he could make a claim on the estate. “So you’re supposed to kill Chad?” “I’m no killer. I’m just supposed to bring him and the other one to Lockhart.” It took me a second to make the connection. “Rex?” “Yeah. How’d you know?” “Listen up, Uncle Rapist. I have a problem I need your help with. I’m a police officer. I love locking up bad guys. I understand that in prison, child rapists don’t fare too well. Nothing would please me more than to put you away. But my friend Chad doesn’t want to stand in front of a jury and tell how you beat him and made him suck your little dick. I don’t want to tell them how I saw you trying to put that pitiful thing in his ass. “I may need you later to testify, but I also think you should be punished. So, you have a choice. A: I send you to prison on various charges and let the inmates do what they want to you. Or B: Let Chad punish you, and you stay available if I need you further. You have ten seconds to decide.” Steve appraised Chad’s skinny frame and probably thought what damage could he do. “B. I’ll take B.” Apparently Chad had already been thinking about what he would do. He stepped over to Steve and, none too gently, removed the prongs from his chest and neck. He gave Steve a sly grin, and then attached the prongs to Steve’s balls. He held out his hand to me wanting the taser, which I gladly handed over. “Now Wait a second…” Steve started. But that was as far as he got before Chad applied a very long jolt of juice to his nuts. Steve had barely stopped vibrating, when Chad removed the prongs. Then Chad delivered a very healthy kick to Steve’s groin. It looked like an eighty yard field goal attempt. And from Steve’s reaction, I’d say it made it through the uprights. “Shit! The meatloaf!” Chad yelled as he ran to the kitchen. I had just sent Steve on his way with a stern warning, and a reminder that, being a cop, I could find him anywhere. Of course he wasn’t moving too quickly after the groin kick. Chad set two plates on the table, and waited for my reaction. I sniffed it. “Mmm. Smells a lot better than Steve’s burnt up nuts.” He laughed hard. It was great to see him smiling after such a harrowing experience. The meatloaf was still good. The atmosphere was lighter than to be expected, and for the first time, I think Chad actually relaxed some. After a near rape, I wasn’t sure how Chad was feeling about sex. He didn’t bother to get dressed after nearly having a dick shoved into his ass. He ate dinner still nude, cleaned the kitchen nude, and sat with me on the sofa, nude and hard. “How did Steve get in?” I asked. “I heard him fumbling with the doorknob and thought it was you. I opened it and he jumped me.” “You opened the door naked?” Chad grinned. “Well, yeah. I thought it was you. I was waiting for you to come home.” “You were waiting for me with no clothes on?” He blushed and nodded. “I guess I wanted to surprise you.” “That would have done it.” I smiled, then pulled him to me for a kiss. Reaching for his dick, I wanted a taste of his boy juice. He had been running around naked in front of me for over an hour. I needed to sample the goods. “Can we go to bed?” he asked. We lay face to face locked in a kiss. I could feel both of our erections rubbing between us. Chad broke the kiss. “He was going to fuck me, wasn’t he?” “I think that is what he had in mind from what I saw.” “I’m glad you came in when you did. I didn’t want him to do that.” “That’s understandable. No one wants to be raped.” “What I mean is, I didn’t want him to do it. I want you to do it.” “Uh…Chad, don’t let an incident like this make you do something you’re not ready for.” “I’m not. I was thinking about it long before he showed up. When he was on my back, I told myself to pretend it was you, that I could get through it, if it was you. Even though I know I would be able to tell the difference in size,” he chuckled. “Chad, I’m just not sure that you’re…” “Did you fuck Rex?” Shit. I didn’t think he was aware of the extent of my relationship with Rex. I had only said that he had stayed with me for a while. “Well…” “Did you?” I nodded. “Then why don’t you want to fuck me?” “I didn’t say I didn’t want to…” “Is it because of my mother?” “No. Of course not. Rex’s mother was a street whore. I didn’t hold it against him,” I defended. His face turned red, and I could tell he was going to cry again. “Haven’t I been good enough for you? I’m trying really hard. Do you love him more than me?” I had to think about that. I definitely had feelings for Rex. But I have feelings for Chad too. They were totally different boys. Chad was a bit more feminine in his behavior, and had a lot of self confidence issues. He was definitely doing all he could to please me, as did Rex. They are both attractive in different ways. I loved both of their bodies, especially their cocks. Chad’s ass was just as inviting as Rex’s. “It’s not that I love him more. I’ll admit I have feelings for him though. But I love you too. I’m just not sure you’re ready for this.” “Who knows. My mom could come back tomorrow. She might leave me with Steve again. He’s not going to be nice about it either. He’s gonna take what he wants. I want you to have it before someone else takes it by force. I want to have pleasant memories of what it should be like. I don’t want to hate having someone touch me in that way for the rest of my life. Please make love to me.” Chad was giving himself to me. I prepared him, and penetrated him. I watched his face as he grimaced when my cock entered him. He kissed me as I sunk into him, moaning in my ear at each new depth. Once I was seated, he responded enthusiastically, thrusting up at me on every stroke. Not demanding, but to ensure my pleasure. To him, it didn’t matter if I took long strokes or short strokes, as long as I was enjoying it. He moaned and whispered encouraging words as I made love to him. Even when he shot his load, it was unimportant. He wanted my cum, that was his goal. That pushed me over the edge, and I pushed in hard and deep to lay my claim to him. As we cuddled together afterward, I had to examine my feelings again. I didn’t know him as well as I did Rex. What was it about him that made him special to me? I looked down at him, lying there with his head on my shoulder, toying with my cock. His long hair and slight build made him look like a girl. If it wasn’t for that big dick between his legs, he could be female. I used to like females, and I certainly liked dicks. Maybe that was it. My fascination with dicks receiving pleasure was by far my biggest turn on. I realized his desire to please me was the difference between him and Rex. Not that Rex didn’t desire to please me, but Chad’s only goal kastamonu escort was my pleasure. “You said your body is mine. What did you mean by that?” I asked him. “Just what I said. I’m yours now. Anything, any time. I’ll do it for you.” “So if I wanted to chain you up and whip you, that’s alright?” “That’s unlikely to happen. I know you won’t hurt me. If you want to tie me up though, okay. I didn’t give myself to Steve, because he would definitely like to hurt me. I know you won’t.” “Even if you don’t cum, it’s still alright?” Chad raised his face to me, his eyes sparkled. “I’ll enjoy whatever you do to me. If I don’t, it’s okay. I will the next time.I almost cum every time you touch me.” “What if I want to piss on you, or in your mouth?” “I’ve never tried that. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it. As long as you do, that’s alright by me. It doesn’t hurt, and urine is sterile.” I kissed him, and he squeezed my revived cock. “What would you like to do with this now?” “I want you to sit on it.” I replied. “I was hoping you would say that.” Chad straddled me, and sank down on my cock. The cum I had already put in him made the going easier. I didn’t even have to move, he did all the work sliding up and down my cock quickly. I watched his hard dick throb with each plunge. I was able to raise up and take his cock into my mouth just as it erupted. I love having a dick in my mouth, and that made me explode inside him. At work, I hunted down Dixie and Rex through her husband’s job. I ask her if Lockhart was Rex’s father. She admitted he was but wondered how I knew. I explained what I thought was going on and told her to be careful, and to keep a close eye on Rex. She told me she and Chad’s mom had been friends in school. When she found out that they both were pregnant by Lockhart, she broke off the relationship with Lockhart. Chad’s mom had put the squeeze on Lockhart over the years when she was short on funds. Dixie had warned her that wasn’t a good idea. Now it seems it has come back to haunt her, or at least haunt Chad. As I drove around my beat, I kept thinking about my relationship with Chad. How was it different from Rex and I? My mind went back to men and women. Modern women demand more in a relationship. Hell, in all things really. The pendulum has swung too far the other direction from being a man’s world to being a woman’s. You can’t even look at a woman crossways in the workplace without being accused of sexual harassment, God forbid you should leave the toilet seat up. My uncle once told me “The trouble with this world is, women control half the money, and all the pussy.” I’m beginning to realize just what that means. Men have given up dominance in exchange for sex. Why is it wrong for men to leave the toilet seat up? Are women expected to leave it up for men? No. We’re supposed to lift it, pee, then put it back down so some woman won’t stupidly fall in the toilet bowl butt first because she didn’t check the position of the seat. Or we can just leave it down and let piss drip on it, and have to listen to her bitch about it for a week, and not get laid for another month. Maybe that is why I was attracted to two, male dominated, professions. Military and police work. Yes there are women in both fields, but the pendulum hasn’t swung too far the wrong direction in either. Yet. I can see the changes coming though. This was still on my mind when I entered the station house at the end of my shift. I saw our dispatcher, Nancy, and couldn’t help myself. “Nancy. You’re married, right?” “Yes.” “So, let me ask you something. Do you make your husband leave the toilet seat down for you?” “Of course,” she replied. “Why?” “So I don’t fall in or sit on cold porcelain.” “Do you put it up for him when you’re done?” “No.” “So he has to move it twice, and you don’t have to move it at all?” “Well…uh…toilet seats are nasty. I don’t want to touch them.” “But it’s okay for your husband to risk getting some fatal disease as long as it’s convenient for you.” “Well…I uh…” “Never mind. I get the picture. Do you do all the house cleaning?” “No we share those duties like every working couple should,” she answered proudly. “So all the things that women used to do traditionally, you share. But do you change the oil in your car, or mow the lawn, take out the trash? Do you do anything that used to be traditionally a man’s job?” She didn’t respond. Just sat there with a dumbfounded look on her face. “And for doing half of your house chores, you let him have sex maybe once a week? Is it because sex is a chore for you? Do you not like sex? But I bet if you caught him masturbating to a porno magazine, you’d yell at him.” “Now listen here…” she started. “Forget it. You’ve told me all I needed to know.” I called my dad and had a long chat with him. Then I went home. Chad was waiting for me when I opened the door, and threw himself into my arms. His kiss was welcoming, and passionate. He had dinner ready for me too. “Let me get the door closed before all the neighbors see your naked butt and want one for themselves.” After dinner I asked Chad to fuck me. I used to let Rex do it, so why not Chad. I kissed him passionately as he slid in and out, fucking me deeper than I’ve ever been. I remembered what he had said about belonging to me, and when he finished blowing his load in my chute, I told him I belonged to him now too. We lay there cuddling, and he seemed to have something on his mind. “What’s wrong?” He hesitated a moment then asked, “Would you rather be with a girl? I mean, I don’t have a pussy for you.” “Nope, you have a beautiful cock for me. Do you know why a bride is smiling when she walks down the aisle?” “No.” “It’s because she knows she doesn’t have to give anymore blow jobs. When a woman blows you, it’s like she’s doing you a favor. When a guy blows you, he’s doing both you and him a favor. Women don’t like sucking cock, therefore don’t do it well. If a guy sucks you, it’s because he likes it and enjoys it as much as you do.” Chad smiled, “I do like sucking your cock.” “Do you know how to paralyze a woman from the waist down?” “No.” Chad answered. “It’s simple. Marry her.” Chad laughed at my joke. “So women don’t like sex?” “I’m sure they do. But they also use it like a weapon, and for control in a relationship. So I’m very happy that you have a cock. I love your cock. I love sucking your cock, I love having it in me too.” Chad smiled and reached for the lube. “It’s your turn to fuck me now.” I had just pulled my softening cock from Chad’s tight channel when my phone rang. “Hi Dad.” “Son, I’ve done some digging, and I think you’re right. Do you know where Chad is?” “Yes Sir. He’s staying with me while his mother is uh… out of town.” “Then maybe you both should come stay with me for awhile. I’ll have a talk with your chief.” My father is a well known and very powerful man. I have always strived to make my own way without using my lineage as a boost up life’s ladder. I use my mother’s maiden name so I won’t be associated with dad. Not that I don’t love him, I just want to make my way without his help. But under these circumstances, it would be wiser to take his help. “Your dad lives here?” Chad asked as we drove through the gates. “Yep. This is where I grew up. Dad isn’t as poor as I am.” I hadn’t seen my father in quite awhile, and he threw his arms around me when we entered. “Good to have you home Son. And this must be Chad. Welcome to my humble abode,” he said as he extended his hand to the boy. “Thank you for having me Sir.” “Your old room is ready, if you two want to freshen up. I’ll have Lyn get you something cold to drink.” “Where should Chad sleep?” I asked. “I assumed you wanted him in with you.” “Yes, that would probably be better. That way I can keep an eye on him.” I replied. Relieved I wouldn’t have to make the request. Not that I needed to keep an eye on him, more like keep my hands on him. Dad gave me a funny look and said, “Quite. Just as I was thinking.” I showed Chad to my room. He was impressed with the autographed Beatles poster hanging on the wall. “I didn’t realize you were old enough to remember the Beatles,” Chad remarked. I gave him a dirty look and said, “I’m not. Good music is timeless though. I’ve been a Beatles fan since the first time I heard one of their songs.” “Me too. But most of the kids I know never heard of them.” “Their loss.” Later I asked Dad what he’d found out. “Well you were right about Lockhart. The family money would be divided between Lockhart and his children if he has any. Chad’s mother listed Lockhart as his father when he was born, and so did Rex’s mother. DNA testing would prove he’s the father, but that won’t make any difference if the boys are dead.” “Rex?” I asked pretending not to know what he was talking about. “Son, I understand you want to make your own way in the world. I even defended your decision to join the military, against your mother’s wishes, rest her soul. I supported you one hundred percent when you went into law enforcement. That doesn’t mean I haven’t kept an eye on you. I know all about you and Rex. I know he stayed with you while his mom was incarcerated. I know how… uh close you were with the boy.” Shit! I was aware my dad had a lot of power locally, I didn’t know he could watch my every move. “Dad, I… I… ” “I’m sure Rex is a fine boy partly because of your influence. And Chad, what a beauty! It would be a shame to let that go to waste. So we need to decide what to do about Lockhart.” Dad was right of course. I couldn’t hide Chad here forever. Part three coming soon. © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. Your feedback is the only reward the authors recieve. Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free fty/donate.html

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