Chapter Thirty-Two - Supercharged
“Why are you playing with his ...penis?” The unusual circumstances seemed to call for a formal term of description.
“I'm NOT playing with his penis,” Adam countered. “I'm patting him down for weapons. Open the door so I have some light, would you?”
“Why are you patting him THERE exactly?” The exact location of 'there' was right on his penis. It looked to me like Adam was massaging Slick in a very sensual way.
“Because he's got SOMETHING stuffed into his underwear! Help me get him inside.”
“I'd say he has his PENIS stuffed into his underwear.”
“It's always nice working with a comedian, Racer. Careful, don't bang his head on the floor that way. He'll complain about police brutality.” I stood and watched while Adam deftly opened Slick's pants and began tugging them off. Slick groaned in objection, but his muscles weren't working enough to do anything about it. The first thing I noticed was a key that lay under his dick and pressing into his balls. That couldn't have been comfortable. Adam removed the key. Then, like a baby, Slick began twitching and pissing all over the place. Adam expected it and moved out of the way. I didn't move fast enough.
Adam cuffed Slick; then, gotta say I was impressed, he effortlessly picked him off the floor and literally tossed him into a chair. “Watch him, Racer. Somebody'll be here to pick him up in a couple of minutes.” Adam left the room speaking quietly into a phone.
“He's still pissing!” I said.
“He'll stop,” Adam called over his shoulder and left.
Everything happened so fast. The first sensation that I registered on my brain was the unpleasant smell of urine. Second was my lack of clothing. A pair of jeans didn't seem like enough if more people were on the way. I took them off.
“Whut … doing?” from Slick.
“I can't put my underwear on OVER them.” It seemed totally logical to me.
“Fuck ...” It was the clearest thing Slick had said in a while. “Call Howard.”
That seemed reasonable. “Howard, Slick's been tasered and he's ...” I turned to Slick holding the phone in my hand. “Um, Slick, Howard hung up without saying anything. I could hear sirens.”
“Fuck ...” With that, Slick more or less just zoned out. He closed his eyes and began breathing with careful deliberation. His version of meditation didn't help him. Shortly he opened his eyes again. “Could you pull my pants up?”
“They're all wet,” I said. “Is your room open? I could get you something dry.”
“Fuck the pants, how about a bottle of vodka? I think I'm going to miss vodka the most.” That was a comment I didn't understand at the time, but apparently prisons don't serve drinks. It turned out I didn't have time to get the pants or the vodka; a couple of cops picked him up before I had time to do anything.
I had to do something about what was now my very smelly room, however. I went looking for Sindy. She was in the office acting very nonchalant. “Sindy, my room smells of urine. Can I switch?”
“Uh, let's see … 12, 18, and 19 are, uh, unavailable tonight … “
“Roped off as crime scenes?” I asked.
“Unavailable ...” she repeated without looking up from her monitor; but a noise got her attention. “Adam! You're back!” She smiled brightly.
“Hey, Sindy … Racer, sorry about this. We're going to need his room, too.” He was pointing at me.
“Adam, I don't have any spare rooms. We're full up tonight.”
“What about ...” He named some other motels.
“I don't know … A lot of people came to town for the race tomorrow.” She called three places and looked glum. “No luck. Marcie at the Days said she has been sending people to Alexandria and Shreveport.”
“Can I get some stuff out of the room?” I was wearing little more than jeans, a t-shirt, and shoes, plus there was my wallet with the track pass and my money still in the room, I hoped – if the cops had not already taken possession.
“Awesome night, Racer,” Adam said as he escorted me to my room. “I can't tell you much until all the charges are filed, but we got a lot done.”
“I mostly want my wallet and some money, Adam. I'm still hungry.”
“You should probably call me 'Deputy Adams' while we're around other cops.” We got to the door of the room. There were two other plainclothesmen and a uniform with a dog going through my stuff and the room. “He needs some of his stuff for the night,” Adam said.
“Things look clean here anyway,” the uniform said.
“Food?” I looked for approval as I grabbed some snacks from the minibar.
“Tell Sindy the dog ate it,” Adam joked.
“Kay would never do that, Adams. What kind of animals do you think I train?” The uniform had no sense of humor.
“Sindy doesn't know that. Ready, Mr. Tyree?”
I nodded and followed Adam, not sure exactly where I was going. Adam's official demeanor vanished as we moved away from my room. “You ok, Racer?”
“Sure. Why wouldn't I be?”
“There's a lot going on. Your whole race team is probably busted. I'd say you're out of a job.”
“Why not me, too?”
“Cause I have concrete proof you weren't involved. You were with me every time substances was moved.”
It took me a bit of time to comprehend all of what he implied. “Adam? Did you plan it that way? That I would be with you when you suspected something would go down?” He didn't answer right away. “Ok if I eat this Snickers bar?”
“Yes, to the Snickers bar. Maybe, to the planning business. What are you gonna do for the night?”
“Drive until I see a motel with a vacancy sign?” I had no idea what I was gonna do.
“I'm off now. Why don't you come to my place? You can stay with me.” Adam kept looking straight ahead, as if he was afraid of what my answer would be. We walked another dozen paced toward my truck.
“Ok,” I said.
“Follow me,” he said and I did. He lived about two long blocks from Cajun Rene's. It was walking distance, just as he had said.
I followed him inside the front door of a very small house and waited for him to turn on a light. Instead he grabbed me and kissed me. His hands moved, but his mouth never did. His hands got us out of our clothes and carried me to his bed, but his mouth just kept kissing me. Gently, mostly, but harder once we were in bed.
“I'm not as inexperienced as I told you.” That was all he said. He resumed kissing me and then his mouth traveled all over me centering, eventually, on my cock. I stopped him before I came and returned the favor.
I've always liked a responsive partner, but Adam made me think we had just invented sex. He made the sweetest sounds and moaned my name. I know he was close to coming, his balls were a tight mass and I could taste a salty preview of his load, but again he switched places. When I tried to stop him, he pinned me to the bed with his body and sucked me to a climax. I did the same to him, swallowing everything before he pulled me off his cock and resumed kissing me. His ardor cooled but he didn't stop for a long time, which was fine with me. He was a good kisser and I liked kissing.
Then abruptly, he half sat up and explained one thing, his level of experience. “When I was nineteen – that's your age isn't it? - I went to Biloxi in April, one of the first really nice days of spring. I went with a bunch of guys I went to high school with.”
“I'm actually twenty,” I told him.
“Don't interrupt,” he said and kissed me into silence. “At the beach I met a sailor from Gulfport. Actually, he was a Seabee, not a sailor; he made quite a point of the difference. An equipment operator, he said. There was an attraction, which I felt but didn't know what to do about. The Seabee, his name was Jon without the h, knew exactly what to do. Let's go to my truck, he said. Let's get that bathing suit off, he said. You ok with this, he asked. And then he sucked my cock. When he was done, he leaned back in the seat and said now it's your turn. It didn't take long. When I was done, he asked if I wanted to do it again. Yeah, I did! He picked me up that night; we drove out of town; and got naked in the back of his truck. We sucked each other all night, taking turns, trying every possible thing we could think of. We did it two nights in a row. At the end of the second night I grabbed him an hugged him. He pushed me away. I don't kiss and I don't fuck, he said. I just suck cock. That's all. That other stuff is for queers.”
Adam paused when the story ended; then he changed the subject. “So you hungry? Want me to make some eggs?”
I nodded and we put on minimal clothing, just underwear. “You kiss - you kiss very good,” I commented as he cooked.
“Yeah, but I'm queer. So was the Seabee, I guess, but I didn't worry what he called himself. He was a great cocksucker and that was all I cared about. You're good, too, Racer. No lie. You're awesome.”
I sat on his kitchen counter and Adam stood while we ate the scrambled eggs and toast. We ate in a hurry and exchanged greasy kisses in between bites. He told me a little more about the case. Howard was the brains and Randy was the connection. Drugs from South America was the commodity. Slick was a bit of a mystery and the extent of his involvement was murky. “Maybe he's just a user,” Adam said and shrugged.
“I don't know a thing! I swear … although drug use might explain some of Slick's moods.”
“I know two things,” Adam said, making me ask him what they were. “I know if we have any more sex I'm going to be totally in love with you, Racer.” And then he kissed me again, making it obvious there was going to be more sex. He pulled my underwear out of the way and started sucking me right on the counter top. He stopped and smiled once he had me erect again. “Nice dick,” he sighed. “Beautiful dick.”
“What's the other thing you know? How to get me hard?”
“No. The other thing is I'll probably never see you again. You'll be cleared tomorrow and then you'll leave. Tonight is a one time deal, right? So if you really want to fuck me ...”
We went back to Adam's bed and I wasn't sure where to start. Adam solved that for me. Like I said, he's a very good kisser. I was hard and ready, but I wasn't sure about Adam. “If you don't want to, we don't have to do this,” I told him. “I'm more than happy with what we're already done.”
“I'm scared to death, to tell you the truth; but I'm willing to try. I want you to be the one.”
My dick isn't grotesquely huge or anything, but it's thicker than average. I know it was uncomfortable for B. J. the first few times. Even Jared who had lots of experience always had a little trouble when we'd start. Still, Adam seemed really primed. I didn't want to disappoint him. And yet …
The solution, of course, was to let him fuck me, which I think he liked a lot better. He kept waking me up all night to talk about it.
“Racer, are you awake? Oh, man … that was so awesome. I never expected anything to feel like that. Now I see why you wanted to fuck me! Which you will!”
“But not right now, ok? Now we sleep?”
“You're SO FUCKIN' CUTE! I can't keep my hands off you! Or my mouth … Or my cock ...”
Out of self-defense, I had to fuck him. There was no alternative and it did shut him up. I gotta say his ass is just as awesome as I knew it would be; it felt just right, firm in the right places, yielding in the right places. And he was totally silent while we did it. No words, just a few groans of pain and maybe a few more of pleasure. With a little experience he's going to be a great fuck for somebody. Finally, we got some sleep.
And the morning wasn't torture at all. I didn't stay for breakfast so there wasn't a whole lot of time to say stuff. What was there to say anyway? It was a one-time thing. He knew that the night before. When it was time to leave, he smiled and said, “I think I'm gonna get a dog.” At the door he kissed me once and held me. For a few seconds I worried he wasn't going to let me go, but he did. “You'll be questioned about last night. Just tell the truth; they have nothing on you.”
I decided to go straight to the track to see what was happening there, not that I cared much. My big concern was what I was going to tell B. J. I hadn't figured out that part at all.
What in the world is Adam doing at the motel? Did he rethink his "I can't do it" stance? And Slick, probably caught Adam heading for Racer's door.....and you know how jealousy raises its ugly head. On the other hand, maybe the taser jolt will help Slick win a race or two. Thanks, Rory. Fun chapter.
