Greener Pastures

[GreenerPastures]

Chapter 1: Catching Fire

The sky was a constant and endless grey, the dark clouds spanned from horizon to horizon; heavy winds rocked the car, making it sway and jerk. My mother swore under her breath as she dodged a dead horse, smack right on the middle of the street, I clutched my puppy a bit tighter to my chest when I saw the lightning.

Screaming, I remember the screaming, it had started to rain and no matter how fast the wipers moved from side to side, it was impossible to see through the cracked glass.

“Mommy” I pleaded

“Logan, go to the backseat,” she ordered, her eyes were blood shot, she was crying.

I did.

“Now Logan,” she began when BOOM!

There was broken glass and water everywhere, Rover was under the seat whimpering, I touched my forehead, blood.

“Mom are you okay…MOM!?”

I sat up on my bed breathing hard, my sheets were soaked with sweat…shit! It was just a dream, one that I had been having continuously since that day…the day my mom died.

“Yeah baby, fuck me harder, ahh!”

“Not again…” I muttered.

I woke up to my older brother having sex in the next room; I could hear her moaning and the constant thud, thud, thud of Reginald’s thrusting, our dad was out of town for the weekend but not that it mattered to Reginald, he did whatever he pleased, whether dad was here or not.

The music was loud and the windows rattled with each bass note, I felt something rise up from the pit of my stomach, something searing hot and acidic, I threw up my guts on the bedroom floor; it was all that beer I had drunk earlier. I know it was my brother’s party, he was a dick and we didn’t talk much, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t participate, at least a little, hell it was at my house!

Shit…it wasn’t the end of it, I could feel another wave of the foul batter coming up, I unlocked my bedroom door and ran to the bathroom, I pushed past the herds of people that were passing by, I heard some of them shout behind me, fuck them.

The door was open so I went inside and threw up all over the bathtub, it was gross and the stench made me throw up more, I was never going to get drunk again, I swore to myself and then I heard the sound of a stream of water falling. I turned to my left to see a tall, broad guy, he was taking a piss in the toilet, he had one hand propping him up against the wall and the other held his thick member, though what kinda’ pissed me off was the fact that he had a huge grin on his face, smirking at my misery.

“Fuck off,” I said to him only to have him laugh out loud, he shook off the last drops of urine and tucked his penis away.

“Here, you have some left on your face.” He grabbed a towel and cleaned the remnants of my lunch off my face.

“Thanks dude…” I mumbled, still a tad drunk and disoriented, he helped me to my feet, I washed my face and brushed my teeth with a little tooth paste and my index finger, it would have to do for now.

“No worries little man, you must be Brian’s kid brother right?” I wasn’t really that small, but compared to him I guess I was short…he was a little over six feet, buzzed cut and a broad build. It looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym but he still had something like a beer belly, I guess you could call him a bear type.

Me? I was five eight, short brown hair and grey eyes, nothing really special, I swam a lot during high school and thanks to that it helped me get into college easier than I had expected, I was just waiting for the semester to start.

“Yeah, that’s me, how can you tell?”

“You guys have the same colored eyes, just like your old man,” he said it as a matter of fact, beer? He offered, but I declined by making a gagging noise which made him laugh again, he led us out of the bathroom to let a bunch of girls in, just like him, they didn’t close the door.

“I’m Logan by the way,” I said when we got outside, I had managed to get a water bottle from the cooler that was by the door and chugged it without compassion for it.

“Jonathan,” he said in a deep voice as he extended his hand, “and I’m a cop.”

“I don’t know these people and I was dragged here against my will, my name is actually Roger Smith”

He chuckled again and patted me on the back this time, “Sure kid, but I’m off duty, I’m not arresting anybody either, I’m just here trying to have a good time watching the local teens get drunk.”

“Don’t forget about the customary vandalism, I hear it’s going to be a ball this year,” ha, sarcasm.

“I hear,” Jonathan said, we were standing a couple of feet apart but I could still smell his cologne, it was sweet and it smelled really good, it must have been expensive, he stood with his big hands inside his jeans, back straight, he gazed over at the horizon with this serious look on his face, he was cute, I thought.

“You must be about eighteen, right?” he asked suddenly, I blushed when I noticed he noticed that I was staring at him, I looked down at my feet, way to go Jackson, not that I had any hope with this straight hunk, but jeez he sure was great eye candy, I could feel my dick twitch a little.

Take it easy, I told myself.

“Yeah, eighteen going on nineteen, yourself?”

“I’m twenty five.”

“Cool, so hey I’m going to jam, I don’t want to be here tomorrow morning when the cleanup starts, it was nice meeting you Jonathan,” I extended my hand, he easily gripped it hard in his massive one, he held my gaze as I kept on talking, “see you soon?”

He only smiled and shook my hand once and went back inside. I stood there looking after him and even after I ran to my friends’ house a couple of blocks down I was still hard and thinking about the stud back at my place, Jonathan…

 

[GreenerPastures]

Hello, new guy here, comments are welcome, thanks for reading

 

[justaguy]

Very well written first chapter. Excellent start!

 

[Craiger]

Oh to remember times of hugging the porcelain throne, but I never remember being rescued by some gorgeous man. Maybe I'll have to try it all over again.............lol I like the beginning of this tale and look forward to reading much more. Who could resist a nice looking cop named Jonathan? Not me.

Craiger

 

[GreenerPastures]

Thank you, your comments mean a lot, much love to all

 

[GreenerPastures]

Chapter 1: Catching Fire (Part 2)


“He sounds cute” Shelly Lane said the next morning, she was bent over her car, hood raised with me trying to hold the flashlight steady. She was working on her mother’s car, apparently the engine bands were worn out and needed replacing, we had just finished the brakes, and when I said we I meant she did all the work while I made the talking.

Shelly Lane, amateur car mechanic, jack of all trades and was one of my best friends. Standing at 5’6’’ with long black hair and brown eyes, she was the meaning of cool, I thought, when we were at school nobody messed with us because she was there, Shelly Lane, the one who never cried even when her father left, the one who wasn’t afraid to fight the boys.

I was no good at cars, which was much to Shelly’s dismay, even when we used to go out, I think she took the role of the man in the relationship.

“Yeah, but who cares, just another passerby.”

“You never know” she mumbled “you kinda have to throw yourself out there, one day you’ll find your match, you guys may not be perfect, but you’ll make the other person really happy, which is what really counts”

“Why do I bother to have a brain when you can think for the both of us?” I asked, she dropped the hood and wiped on a towel, she had a smile on today, Shelly hardly smiled, well at least not at people, she was more of a leave me alone, I hate the essence of humanity type of person, but I guess working with inanimate objects all day brought out the best in some of us.

“Ha, are we going swimming today?” She asked lightheartedly as she went inside to grab her keys and duffel.

“Yeah, I just have to call Edrick to get his butt over to the gym” I called after her.

“Cool”

An hour later we stopped by my house so I could grab some snacks, a set of swimming trunks and to see the damage from the night before.

“Do you want to get down with me?” I asked her when we parked by my house.

“Nope, you scout ahead and survey the landscape” I sighed and went inside, I was expecting the house to be turned inside out, with trash and footprints of mud on the wall, but hey…it was spotless, I couldn’t believe it! It was as if nothing happen last night, I dashed from room to room trying to find some type of giveaway, but I think it looked better than before the rushed events from last night.

“Good morning” He said, I jumped a little as I turned around to face him, Jonathan had a grey pair of baggy sweats and a t shirt; he sported a colorful and vivid tattoo sleeve on his left arm, extremely detailed, it was a collage of phantoms, skulls and people, trapped and burning in a cyclone of fire and despair, though I couldn’t see the rest because of his shirt sleeves, I saw enough to entice me further.

“Hey” He snickered and threw me a bottle of cold water, I caught it one handedly (thank God) and just stared at the place.

“It’s funny how much a single cop can scare teens now a days, about ten kids stayed the night to help out with the cleanup, great kids!”

“Yeah” What the hell? What was it about him that made me crazy and respond with one word answers, oh jeez “Did you help out?”

“Of course not, merely directed the forces”

“How’s Regi, it sounded like he was having a blast last night” I asked as I walked into the kitchen and began to stock up on soda and sandwiches.

“He’s hanging in there, a bit of a hangover but nothing major, he’ll live, and you? You basically ran away from me.” Jonathan leaned back on the bar we had in the kitchen arms crossed, he had a frown on now; how could someone look so carefree and menacing at the same time? I swallowed and answered carefully, didn’t want to out myself.

“I was feeling a bit sick and I just wanted to relax, besides I had plans already” Oh and I was so into you that seeing you made me rock hard instantly.

“I’m sure you did Logan, but before you go I need to ask you something”

His tone was what made me stop halfway up the stairs. “I think you know what I’m going to be asking, it has to do with all of that equipment that you have upstairs, I’m no computer whiz myself, but I know what a-“

“Okay stop, you had no right to go up there and snoop around!”

“I didn’t really, your brother Brian asked me to take your room for the night I just happen to recognize what it is you had…Venom” oh no…my screen name, in essence my identity to the digital world, but how…?

“You left your journal on the floor Logan, I’m sure that’s what you are asking yourself”

That’s where I passed out last night! The last thing I was doing was jotting down the previous day’s course, oh shit, Edrick was going to be mad when he finds out I got spotted, not only that but by a cop that probably knew everything about me by now.

“Yeah so?” I asked in defiance, if this was it maybe I could make a run for it and call Shelly to burn every connection to me, of course she knew about my “hobby” so I didn’t really want to get her into any trouble.

“I’m not mad Logan, I’m sure your friend can come over another time” It was an order in the most insidious way. I left the bag at the foot of the stairs and told Shelly to cancel the plans and to tell Edrick to “Back off” she was oblivious to the meaning of those two words but once Edrick heard them, he’ll try to delete our tracks as fast as possible.

My other best friend Edrick Gordon dedicated his efforts to hacking and surfing the web full time as opposed to me, at least he’ll have time to save himself.

I came back inside the house but Jonathan was grabbing a backpack from behind the couch and motioned for us to go outside I followed him out to his black mustang parked in our driveway and hopped in.

“Are you hungry?” He asked in a deep voice, he donned some aviators from the glove compartment, they made his square jaw line stand out even more; I had to admit to myself that he looked sexy as hell right now.

“What do you want from me?”

“I need your help Logan, I didn’t think so before but your set of skills might be able to help me solve a case”

“Oh!” I was relieved, I fell back in my seat and let myself exhale “but I’m really not that good, it’s kinda’ just a hobby.”

“One that could really turn the tide” he said softly, almost to himself, he turned to face me suddenly and lifted his muscular arm, his hands coming in contact with my face.

“Here, you have something on your cheek” His rough fingers traced a small cut I had, it was barely scabbing over. “What happen?” he asked, was it me or did he sound concerned?

“I was working on a car today” his fingers lingered there for a while, I wanted to close my eyes but for some reason, I couldn’t keep them off him, they lingered on his scruffy face, his thick chest that couldn’t be hidden away even in that baggy shirt of his, his hairy and muscular forearms.

The inside of his car smelled like him too, a sweet manly scent that helped get me hard, but something about him made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, Jonathan was dangerous.

“I’m not hungry” I lied.

“That’s all right, we can talk inside if you’d like?” I walked out of his car quickly I had my hand on the door knob when suddenly he was right behind me, his own hand engulfed my own, doorknob and all. I could feel his breath on my neck, it tingled and smelled of barely brushed teeth.

“Jonathan” I almost moaned, he was right behind me, I knew that one inch backwards and I would find my back against his torso. All of this happened in a matter of seconds he let go of my hand and I opened the door.

He closed the door behind him and locked both of the locks, I faced him, he cocked his head as he pointed upstairs…to my room.

 

[Craiger]

This is getting mysterious, GP. What type of a case is Jonathan working on that would need some hacking? Will Logan be able to help when he is so under the cop's spell? I like the intrigue that is building.

Craiger

 

[GreenerPastures]

Chapter 2: Signals

“He may have offered you the room but you didn’t sleep here” I gathered, everything in my room was in its messy place, even the bed looked the same and the festering puddle of vomit still remained from yesterday’s ordeal, maybe it was the only part of the house that remained untouched.

“I know how your type gets, to you everything is in its place but to me, well don’t get me started little man” Jonathan stared, he seemed a little at ease now, he grabbed a towel from the hamper and began to clean it, I brought some water and a solution to get rid of the smell.

“I don’t think bodily fluids count…anyways; I thought that you were off duty yesterday, what happen to that?”

He made a face and tossed the towel to the trash “I’m never off duty son” he retorted, he fetched a small binder from his backpack and put it on my desk next to the computer.

“What’s this?”

“Take a quick look at it and then tell me what you gather from that” He then sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the television, it was old and wasn’t connected to the cable, my dad didn’t think I need it. One hand was on the remote switching the fuzzy channels, while his other one slowly made its way to the inside of his shirt, where it stayed. I sighed and opened the binder.

Fuck! I almost threw up again, the first picture inside the transparent sleeve was of a woman, her hands and feet were bound to each of the four corners of the bed, there was blood everywhere and it came from huge gashes that were all over her body, the most prominent one being the one that slit her throat.

“What the hell is this?!” I asked Jonathan, good thing I was sitting down because my knees felt weak, like jelly even, who would commit such a crime, such a violation against a person?!

“Mary Ellen Walters, twenty seven, she was found in her home, just like that” he said as a matter of fact “nothing really out of the ordinary, the motive is undefined and unknown” he was still channel surfing until he finally stopped on this show that showed a lot of half naked women dancing on the beach, a tune was playing in the background.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, honestly, do you think that an 18 year old is going to be able to find the missing clue to something the police are investigating, like I told you, it’s only a hobby Jonathan, I’m really not that good at all.”

Jonathan jumped out of bed quicker than I would have thought someone of his size could, he tossed his shades aside and turned my chair to face him, I backed off but he put his face so close to mine that I could count the individual hairs of stubble that was beginning to grow on his chin, his eyes burned into mine and when he spoke, there was nothing but passion, and aggression in his tone.

“You think I would just be shoving this under your nose just because I want too?! This woman was raped, tortured and killed because some sadistic freak decided that she would! Who knows why but this murderer is on the loose and she isn’t the first victim, on the 27 of every month for the past two years one innocent woman has fallen prey and died…guess their age Logan…I think you can figure that out, they were 27” he continued “I’m not trying to impress you, I’m not a dumbass, I can do more than move heavy shit around if that’s what you think, I have a brain and I know how to use it!”

He let go of my chair and stood by the window, the light that came through made his skin a golden brown, his breathing became fast and shallow, his hands were stretching and contracting making the tendons in his fore arms stand out even more.

“I never thought it would be like this” he whispered, a single tear escaped his eye and marked its way down his cheek, I had never seen a grown man cry and right now I just wanted to run and lock the door behind me, I wasn’t ready for this and neither was he.

“I’m really sorry that this is happening but I can’t help, you have more than enough people at the station to be able to help you with that sort of stuff, trained people at that, but why is it that you think that I can help?”

“I was talking to your brother…about you, he said that you were really good at computers, taking pictures and recording stuff, you have a small band with your friends.”

“Uh huh, my drunken brother said that about me?” where could he be going with this?

“It’s the first time he ever mentioned you, and I’ve known him for a really long time, maybe he was saying all those good things about you because he was drunk.” Ha…good point, my brother and I didn’t get along at all, I was the mama’s boy and he was daddy’s favorite son.

Then suddenly it hit me, the reason why he would jump at this opportunity “Obscurity…that’s why you want me to help you out, someone not known to the police…because there is a mole” I whispered, it was unnervingly quiet now, he had that look again, dangerous those eyes screamed, how the hell did I let it go this far.

“Yeah…that was quick” he whispered, he came closer “impressive.” I was so turned on, I loved the way he was looking at me, like a hunter looks at his prey, knowing that it had nowhere to run but to accept its fate, my breath quickened, my heart beat harder…I wanted Jonathan so bad.

“Thanks, but why not leave the case to somebody else if it’s that hard? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”

“Sorry kid, but I’m not that kind of man” he was only a foot away from me, to reach out and touch him, would it be such a crime?

“Then…what kind of man are you?” I asked, shit…wrong question! “This one” he whispered and then Jonathan kissed me.

 

[GreenerPastures]

Comments are greatly appreciated guys, thanks for reading!

 

[Autolycus]

Great story so far, thanks for sharing it with us

 

[justaguy]

That was unexpected!! Did Jonathan somehow know that Logan was gay?? Interesting problem coming up. Do they try and solve the crime, or just have lots of sex with each other?

 

[Craiger]

That was unexpected!! Did Jonathan somehow know that Logan was gay?? Interesting problem coming up. Do they try and solve the crime, or just have lots of sex with each other?

I kind of hope it's both......................and that was completely unexpected. I love the touch of mystery added to the romantic side of the story. Two of my favorite subjects of writing. Good work, GP.

Craiger

 

[GreenerPastures]

Thank you very much, i tried to give it a sense of a murder mystery during this chapter.
Questions and comments are most welcome!
Thanks for reading once again.

 

[GreenerPastures]

Chapter 2: Signals (Part 2)

His kiss…was magic, it was as if I put my lips against a battery, it electrified me and I couldn’t get enough. I loved it! I quickly reaped my chances and began to touch his muscular chest through his shirt, Jonathan’s hands were stationed on my waist pulling me closer to him and then I felt it. The tip of his cock was poking me; reluctantly I pulled one hand from his wonderful torso and searched for his dick.

Jonathan moaned and grabbed my hand “To hard” he gasped, I pulled away from him, he was a tease and I think finally I had some leverage!

“Damn bad boy, I thought you were tougher!” really? I had to step up my game, I began to unbutton my shirt (that I still had on since last night) “I think I might step into the shower, I’m worn out!”

I’m not an exhibitionist, nor do I think “I’m all that” but I do think I have a decent body, I work out and swim almost every day so I had a nicely built six pack and some definition here and there, I used this against him. I didn’t look at him while I pushed past him and opened the closet. I caught a glimpse of Jonathan in the mirror and saw his face full of need as he adjusted his cock.

“Maybe we should do this another time, when you can take a little pain” I grabbed some clothes and before I left the room gave his cock another tug, he groaned again but he didn’t pull back, he shut his eyes and tilt his head back, his fore arms were knots of pure muscle and tendon. “What’s this, are you saying you’re ready for something?” I gave his thick cock another pull and tightened my grip on it, Jonathan’s knees were about to buckle but held his ground as he whimpered.

“I’d like for you to answer me when I ask you a question, whimpering like a puppy is hot but not in my vocabulary Jonathan, so now” holy shit, he had one of the biggest dicks that I’ve ever encountered! My hand couldn’t quite hold his cock completely and he had such a long shaft…but hey! I had standards (I think) I was still a virgin and wanted to remain one until I found someone special. “Are you okay John?” I asked, he nodded feverently, urging me to keep on going.

Jonathan looked like a caged monster to me, a beast, I remember going to the zoo and the zoo keeper telling us that animals are very territorial and proud, one could say. Stand your ground, keep eye contact and always, always have some type of leverage for if you let your guard down for just a second, you’re dead meat!

But I think he might have been a little drunk though, eye contact?

That’s the way that I went about this though, I wanted him so much but if I let him get far on his terms then I would lose the battle of dominance, not that that type of battle, I may have submissive inclinations but it would be on my own time, on my own terms.

His eyes were full of anger, lust, need and he was sweating buckets, Jonathan’s hands held my hand away from his dick suddenly “I’m really, really sensitive down there Logan, please” he begged “slow down for me.” I shot him a dirty look and without hesitation I pushed him, he fell on to the bed completely taken of guard, I didn’t let him recover I was on him so quick kissing him, caressing and man handling his muscles.

Jonathan gasped when I grabbed his sweats and with one swift motion took them off along with his boxers and sure enough I was right, his cock was thick, long and spewing vast amount of precum. Slick trails of the clear substance marked their decent down his uncut dick settling on his trimmed pubic area.

His fists were banging on the wall so hard that dust from the ceiling began to fall when I put his cock in my mouth “Logan!” he yelled, I felt bad, I didn’t take him seriously then “I’m sorry puppy, I’ll be good” I said rubbing his belly from underneath his shirt, I went at it again this time though I took care to be really gentle and slow.

I licked his shaft first, cleaning and slurping his river of precum, which kinda had a sweet taste to it…that was new. He moaned, louder and louder when I got closer to his head “is this okay puppy?” I managed to ask, he only moaned again, he braced himself by wrapping his hands on the metallic bed posts and nodded, I put him in my mouth again, I could feel his cock stretching my mouth to its limit and pushing the precum out, his cock was a faucet of that sweet nectar. I touched my own dick, and let out a moan, he was none the wiser, Jonathan was lost in his own world of pleasure and pain as he grunted and moaned.

I used every little trick I knew to please him, to make him scream in blissful anguish, five minutes, ten, thirty; his huge cock was taking its toll on me my jaw hurt so much that I had to stop to recover, while I did that I used my hands to milk him, hell I couldn’t even deep throat him, it was just too damn big.

“Logan!” his breath was heavy and shallow “Logan I’m almost there, I’m almost cuming!” he yelled.

“Come for me daddy” I said and put his knob back inside my mouth, sucking and massaging him with my tongue. Jonathan tried to push my head away but I didn’t budge, I wanted his delicious seed inside me, he then started to pull my hair a little, it hurt but…wow I didn’t mind at all, in fact it made me harder and pushed me to give him a little more.

“Logan, please….Logan Ahhhh!” and Jonathan came and within a few seconds it was way too much for me to handle, there was just too much cum! I swallowed what I could, sucking and milking him with my hands at the same time using his own seed as lubricant, he thrust forward brusquely at the same time that I brought my hands to his base.

I was panting too and suddenly I felt something twitch inside me, it started deep inside my stomach and spread down to my loins. Oh crap! I came as well with barely any help from myself. I came inside my pants to my deepest embarrassment. Jonathan was still moaning and grunting at the top of his lungs, there was a steady stream of cum slowly making its way down his twitching cock and collecting in a pool at the base of his manhood.

“Logan…you little monster, I’m going to kick your ass!”

 

[Craiger]

Good god! Logan has really twisted the control to his favor. Jonathan lost that battle, but gained an insane experience in return. Maybe it's time for the two to get a shower and I can just imagine what that would be like.....lol

Craiger

 

[justaguy]

All that cum!!!

 

[GreenerPastures]

Chapter 3

Jonathan could barely stand, he was holding on to the desk with a pained look on his flushed face, he was still panting, sweat mingling with his cum.

“Ah hey there, you okay?” I asked. His cock still twitched in his massive hand as he tried to still it.

“I...that…I tend to experience massive orgasms little man…give me a second” He sat back down on the bed and inhaled deeply. I excused myself and handed him a towel. I headed towards the bathroom and took a quick look in the mirror, was this really happening, did we just do that? I was a mess; my hair was all over the place, saliva and cum covered my face, jeez!

I was about to turn on the shower when Jonathan came in “We need to go” he said opening the door a little “your brother is waking up and I heard that your father was coming back today right?”

“Yeah that’s right, but let me clean-“ Jonathan cut me off and dragged me downstairs with him, he already had his backpack slung over his shoulder. He opened the car door for me and got inside, we sped off, looking back at the house through the rear view I thought I saw a car pull in, but I wasn’t too sure as he made a sharp turn.

“Will you slow down please? Nobody is following us and it’s a little ironic that the cop is running away from the scene.”

“Ha” he said that we were going to his place to relax and calm down. By now the fluids on my face were drying up and sticking, it was going to be a bitch cleaning myself, I didn’t even bring a fresh set of clothes!

“Did we really have to go now, I mean look at me, you didn’t even let me bring a towel, what’s the rush?”

“I told you, your brother was waking up and I really didn’t want to give any reasons for the state of…things” he said eyeing me.

After some long, silent minutes of driving he pulled up to a small driveway flanked by huge, green hedges on either side, he got off and opened the equally big metallic gate with no effort at all. Jonathan returned inside and drove the car up a small grassy hill, it was a beautiful place, small trees and plants littered the little hill in no particular order.

“This is it” Jonathan stopped the car, and waited for me at the door. The one story house was a man cave, big screen television on the wall, huge speakers and leather furniture. Jonathan led me towards the bathroom and gave me a small tour of it, towels were inside the cabinets, the soap is here yada yada, I thanked him and commenced my cleansing ritual.

I peeled of my sweaty clothes, for which I was thankful to get rid of and turned on the shower, the water became warm fairly quick, giving me the green light to step in.

“Logan I’m coming in, I’m taking your clothes so I can wash them” the clear misty doors only allowed me a naked silhouette, his thick frame bent over fetching my dirty laundry. He was so hot, I had never done anything like this before, fooled around yeah, but never something like this or with an older guy too.

The water felt good, it was hot and steamy as it ran down my body, I let my thoughts swirl and churn with the water. The first thought though that came to mind was Jonathan’s case of gruesome homicides and how out of my league it was, there was a pattern any fool could see that, but the cause wasn’t very apparent.

Basically, on the 27th of every month for the past two years, women have been killed, and they were all 27, at least that’s what I got from Jonathan’s report.

The hopelessness of the case was beginning to dawn on me.

I finished soaping up and rinsed, there was a white fluffy towel on the counter, I tied it around my midsection and slowly crept towards the kitchen. Jonathan had his back to me working over the stove. Whatever he was making smelled delicious and made my mouth water but what made me hard again was he broad, shirtless back, it was smooth and hairless, he had discarded his sweats for some shorts that complimented his meaty butt.

Then I stopped, my mouth gaped open couldn’t believe it, it started right below the knee, it was a shiny and advanced looking contraption on his left leg, complete with a mechanical foot and toes.

“What…what happened?” I asked, I kneeled and put a hand over it, where the rest of his leg should have been, it was cold and wet to the touch, he turned; he still had droplets of water clinging to his chest hair.

“Long story little man” he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up “are you crying?!” he asked bewildered.

“No shit Jonathan, your leg…” he grabbed a hand towel and dabbed at my eyes.

“It’s nothing to cry over, things like these happen all the time in the military, come here” I was embraced in a tight, warm hug, I felt…liked, loved even if I wanted to stretch the truth that far, but it was something I hadn’t felt in a long time, even my friends didn’t inspire these type of feelings very often.

“You showered already?” I asked pulling away.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom in my bedroom” Cool was all I said, he had cooked some breakfast that we both enjoyed, the conversation had turned light and mildly interesting, he still wouldn’t tell me how he lost his limb, long story little man, he would say, so I let the matter drop.

I had also gotten for some reason extremely hard, we were on opposite sides on the wooden table, so I had a frontal view of his torso and muscular, jugular veins stood out even more as he chewed his food followed by a big gulp of milk, I shook my head, what kind of guy was I turning into, getting off while watching a man eat…

“Do you like girls too?” he asked

“No…not in that way, I guess I’m committed to the team huh?” he laughed too, I took my chance and asked him the same question.

“Yeah, do you want more milk?”

“No” I answered disappointed somewhat “I’m done, thank you it was delicious.”

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to pay you back, for what you did at the house” I blushed he got up and walked slowly to my side of the table, he took my chin in his grasp and kissed me “can you teach me? Show me how I can please you” I was dumbfounded, did he want me to teach him how to suck dick, this six foot dominant behemoth wanted to please me?

I didn’t say anything so he simply took my hand and guided me to the living room, he kneeled and turned his head up, showing me his determined look, he was ready.

“Jonathan?”

“Yeah?” he said in his deep, manly voice

“Open your mouth”

 

[Craiger]

My, there are many mysteries to solve here. Why the rush to get out of the house before the brother woke up and the father returned; what happened to his leg; who is killing all these girls; and above all, will he be a good cock sucker................. I know that all these events will be brought to light eventually, so I will wait patiently for the next chapter.

Craiger

 

[The Count]

Please keep going?! This is fresh, new and it's got me rock hard.

 

[bynm27]

this was some hot storytelling. keep on, man.