Chpter 1 - Time Heals All Wounds
It had been two weeks since the Christian fundamentalist Milford clan had cornered by the police for conducting their own personal “holy war” against the gay community of Prince George County, Maryland. Officer Patrick St. James had been on light duty since the event, at the suggestion of the department shrink. Patrick It had been two weeks since the Christian fundamentalist ended their existence on this Earth by blowing themselves up rather than face arrest, ending their rampage of antigay didn’t like it when they were finally had experienced extensive violence murders. They over a relatively short period of time, including having taken a human life in the line of duty. This act, perhaps more than almost anything else that a police officer experiences, is the most stressful.
After the incident, Dean, Patrick’s wonderful new lover, had spent every free minute with him. They had become inseparable. Patrick felt great comfort with Dean and believed that he was truly lucky to have found him. When they made love he forgot about time and space; the only thing that mattered in the universe was this wonderful man, this incredible lover. Dean remained uncomfortable with Patrick being a police officer, especially after the Milford case. They had the same talk that every couple, straight or gay, has when one partner is a cop. Dean wanted to make sure Patrick came home at the end of each shift, unhurt and whole, in every sense of the word.
Pat hurried home, as it was his last day shift for some time to come. He was hoping to surprise Dean by having supper ready for him when he got home. As Pat pulled into the driveway, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Dean was right behind him.
Getting out of their cars, they smiled at each other.
“Damn. I was going to have dinner waiting for you when you got home, but you just took care of that.”
“Well, I remembered this was your last day shift for some time to come and I wanted to be home early. You want to go out for dinner instead of slaving over a hot stove?”
“Sure, but let me take a shower first,” Pat said with a smile that communicated its own message.
Dean laughed and they entered the coolness of the house.
Pat took off his uniform, hung his police gear in the downstairs closet and went upstairs to the bedroom, throwing a look over his shoulder to see if Dean was watching. He stripped down to nothing and walked to the bathroom to get in the shower, where he found Dean naked and sitting on the tub. Dean had made a mad dash to the bathroom while Pat was disrobing in order to surprise him. He looked down at Pat’s now growing dick and licked his lips.
“Well, this is a nice surprise. You plan on doing something with those lips besides lick ’em?” Pat asked with an obvious leer.
Dean reached over and turned the water on, got the temperature right, and motioned for his lover to get in with him. As the warm water cascaded off Pat’s back and down the crack of his ass, Pat felt Dean’s lips slowly kiss each ass cheek. Pat loved it when Dean did this, and Dean knew it. Once Pat grew completely hard, he turned around and saw Dean, who was now on his knees with the water splashing off his face. Dean’s dick was also rigid and begging for attention. As Pat looked down at Dean’s beautiful manhood, Dean took his lover’s dick into his mouth and started to gently suck. He reached up with his right hand and fondled Pat’s balls as he sucked the full length of his shaft. As Pat began to moan softly, Dean reached around with his left hand and began to caress Pat’s right ass cheek. Pat was now fully consumed by the feelings that were coursing through his body. He wished those feelings would never stop.
Pat pulled out of Dean’s hungry mouth as he felt himself begin to build toward a climax; it was way too early for that. Pat reached down and grabbed Dean’s hands and pulled him to his feet. He kissed Dean deeply and with all the passion he felt for him. As Pat continued to kiss Dean, he began to think that this might be the man he would be very happy to spend the rest of his life with. He had fantastic looks, great brains, and a bright future. And he was fantastic in bed. What more could Pat wish for?
Pat broke from the kiss and slid down to his own knees, landing directly in front of Dean’s engorged cock. The perfect beauty of his penis always stunned Pat, and he drove his mouth onto it with all the lust that was within him. Pat heard Dean let out a whimper as he began to vigorously suck him. He cupped Dean’s balls in his hand and realized that he had shaved them; they were smooth and large to the touch. Pat took great pride in being able to take Dean’s entire dick down his throat, which gave him vast pleasure. He began to moan loudly now as Pat sucked harder and harder, increasing the speed of his motion on his partner’s cock. When he felt Dean’s hands tighten on his head and saw his balls start to climb up under his cock, Pat stopped his sucking action.
“No, you don’t! I have something else in mind for you, mister,” Pat said with a smile. He stood up and told Dean, “Turn around, stud.”
As Dean turned around Pat looked down and saw the magnificent mounds of his ass and almost blew his load right then and there. He grabbed both cheeks with his hands and kneaded them and caressed them, reaching around at one point to grab his lover’s dick and stroke it a few times. Pat kissed and nibbled on Dean’s neck and reached for the soap. He lathered up his cock and pushed some soap into Dean’s butt hole, and then pressed his dick into the man he loved. Dean bent over in the tub and Pat slowly entered him, inch by inch. Dean moaned and urged him on, so Pat pushed all the way in and let it rest once inside.
Pat’s mind exploded with a kaleidoscope of colors as he felt the searing heat of Dean’s ass envelope his cock. He started to slowly move in and out of Dean, enjoying every bit of movement. Between the feeling of the water lashing over their bodies and the pure joy of ass-fucking Dean, he began to cum much sooner than he would have liked.
“Ahh, shit, I’m cumming,” he moaned with disappointment.
“That’s okay, babe. Give it to me, pound my ass!”
With that he emptied himself into Dean and felt intense relief wash over his body. As Dean straightened up in the shower, he turned around and kissed Pat even deeper than before.
“How would you like to get off my dear, hips or lips?” Pat asked with a laugh.
“I already did get off. I came while you were fucking me,” came the response to Pat’s question accompanied by a big smile.
“Nice, babe. Let’s finish showering and get out of here before we turn into prunes.”
As they finished drying off in the bedroom, Dean looked at Pat and said, “Ya know, I really care for you a lot and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Would you ever consider giving up being a cop and come to work at the bank in the security department?”
“No, Dean, that’s just not me. I enjoy being a cop and it’s all I ever wanted to do. I know it’s dangerous, but that’s part of the allure for me. I like the danger.”
“But if you worked at the bank, we wouldn’t have to be as careful about being gay and our being lovers.”
“Maybe so, but I just wouldn’t be as happy in my work. Don’t you understand that being a cop is more than just what I do for work, it’s who and what I am?”
“Okay, I understand, I guess. Suddenly I don’t feel like going out for dinner. Why don’t we order some Chinese for delivery?”
“Okay; you know what I like. I’ll see if there is anything worth watching on HBO. I think ‘Deadwood’ is on tonight.”
