by Jake Mactire
“How many victims do you attribute to him now?”
Mr. Chambers looked at me quizzically. “We are guessing somewhere in the fifties. There are departments all over the West who are contacting us about unsolved homicides in their jurisdictions which match his M.O. To be frank, at this time I can’t give you a firm number.”
“I’m the only one who got away, right?”
“Other than your partner here, that’s correct.”
“Yeah, I’ll be a witness for you. I don’t wanna see him get off and do this again.”
“Thank you, Mr. Connelly. When would be convenient for you to meet with us, to get your testimony and plan our strategy?” I hesitated. I needed to deal with the situation just a bit more. I looked over at Al.
“You mind if I wait a couple of weeks before we get together? I’m still dealin’ with what happened. I’d like the chance to talk it out a bit with someone before I meet with you.”
“That’s completely understandable. How about I give you a call in two weeks?” He stood up. I stood with him and offered my hand.
“Thanks.” He walked out with the sheriff.
Sandy jumped up and gave me a hug. “That’s really brave of you, Jeff, to possibly relive that horrible experience.”
“I wouldn’t wish what I went through on anyone, not even Spencer.” Everyone laughed. “Whatever I can do to keep him behind bars, I’ll do.” Sandy let me know she and Maria were cooking dinner, chili verde and homemade flour tortillas with beans and rice. For the first time in a month or so, I felt hungry.
IT WAS the night of my tenth counseling session with the therapist in Seattle. I had the sessions three days a week. Bryan and David were back together and opened their house in Seattle to me so I wouldn’t have to drive back and forth so much. I was happy to be back in my own home, for a few days anyway.
I’d moved from feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness to anger. I was beginning to be able to handle what had happened. I was still having nightmares, but there were only one or two a night. They didn’t start the minute I closed my eyes and keep me awake all night anymore.
Mike and I were seated on the couch. We had built a fire, and it was dying down. The moon was bright and shone through the big picture window, casting silver shadows which trembled in the light cast by the dying fire. Mike had his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned against him. I glanced up at him. His beard shone red and orange in the firelight. His blond hair was tousled, and the low light gleamed in his tawny eyes.
He noticed me looking and smiled. “What are you lookin’ at?”
“The handsomest man on Earth, that’s what.”
“Jeffy, you must be seein’ your reflection in my eyes, or somethin’.” I pulled his face into mine, and we kissed. The hair from his moustache and beard rubbed against my lips. I felt his tongue, urgently probing, reaching. I wasn’t gonna rush. I touched back with my own tongue, gently, slowly. He sighed and melted against me. Other than a peck on the lips or cheek, this was our first kiss since my having been kidnapped. As we broke the kiss, I looked into his eyes. They communicated a deep adoration, love, and caring, all of which I knew were reflected in my own eyes.
I nuzzled into his beard. “Buddy, let’s go upstairs and go to bed. I love you, and I wanna show you how much.”
“I love you too, Jeffy.” He stood up and took my hand. We headed up the stairs. Once in our room, we started to kiss again, with urgency. We tore each other’s clothes off. I did make sure I groped him in his skimpy, blue briefs. He had his hand up the leg of my boxers before pulling them down. In a flash we were on the bed, naked and intertwined. He went straight for my cock, engulfing me in his hot, wet mouth. I groaned in pleasure and pulled him on top of me so his hips were over my face. I took him in my mouth and began massaging his shaft with my tongue. He began to gently fondle my balls. It felt good, so far removed from the pain which I had experienced. After sucking him for a minute or so, I moved back, licking his balls and the area behind them. They were smooth—he was still keeping them shaved—and heavy. I moved back to the area behind them and finally to his ass. I smelled soap and clean sweat. I began to tongue him. I could hear him whimpering around my cock. I was moving my hips and legs in reaction to the sheer pleasure Mike was giving me with his mouth and tongue. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was certain Mike wouldn’t either. Our actions were filled with urgency, a deep hunger for each other. Once his ass was good and wet, I moved back to his dick and began sucking him, mimicking what he was doing to me. He was pumping out precum like an open tap. I could feel my balls drawing up and tightening and my dick getting harder and swelling even bigger. I slid my finger inside Mike and began to rub his prostate. All it took was two little rubs, and he bucked hard, groaned, and my mouth filled with his essence. I shot at the same time. We kept at one another until we were both drained dry. We finally moved around and lay together, arms and legs intertwined.
I saw him smile, his teeth flashing white in the moonlight shining through the skylights. “That has to be a new record for gettin’ off fast.”
“Yeah, but nice.”
“It was nice. I’m glad you’re feelin’ better and up to it.”
I rubbed his back a bit before answering. “Buddy, I’d realized from talkin’ out what happened, that I’m not the only victim. I reckon my feelin’ bad—bein’ depressed and all—affected you too. You stood by me and kept encouragin’ me. You even called your dad and got me to talk with him.”
“You know I’m always gonna be there for ya, don’t ya?”
“I do. I stopped blockin’ out what happened. I remembered how AJ kept tellin’ me I was no fun because I wasn’t showin’ him how scared I was. I wasn’t gonna give him any satisfaction, and I wasn’t gonna let him win. That and gettin’ back to you got me through what happened. Then I got to thinkin’ and realized that if I stayed all depressed, all curled up inside myself, I was doin’ the same as showin’ fear to him. I was lettin’ him win. No way in hell am I gonna let that twisted lunatic get the best of me.”
He snuggled against me and kissed my neck. “You’re a brave man, Jeffy. You didn’t freak out or panic. Hell, that situation was somethin’ out of a horror movie.”
“Well, I realized I got somethin’ out of whatever movie in the world has the happiest endin’. I got you. You know I worship the ground you walk on? I never knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love you. Thinkin’ on that, I realized just how lucky I am. What happened with AJ doesn’t change me and you. That was when I started feelin’ better.”
“You know I can say the same about you. You were there for me when I was confused, angry, hurt, and messed up. We belong together.” We kissed again. This kiss was slower, more gentle. We began running our hands over each other. I was enjoying the feel of the fur on Mike’s chest and butt. He was rubbing my shoulders and back.
“It’s nice to touch you again, Jeffy.”
“Nice to touch and be touched.” We moved together so I was on top of him. We continued to kiss, a deep and lasting kiss, filled with emotion and longing. We were both hard again, rubbing together, leaking cock honey all over each other. Mike spread his legs, putting his feet in the air and his knees down by his ears. We stared into each other’s eyes, connecting. Without breaking eye contact, he reached over to the bedstand and got the lube. I smiled down at him as he lubed his ass. I felt his hand grasp my shaft and rub the slippery liquid over it.
“You ready, buddy?”
“Oh yeah, I’m ready.” I positioned myself against him and entered, sliding in slowly, enjoying the closeness. I watched his face as I slid inside him. He smiled up at me, a look of pure contentment lighting up his features. I began to fuck slowly. We were both reveling in the feeling, in taking it nice and slow and easy.
“This feels so good, Mike. I love bein’ in you. I love lookin’ at you when I’m in you. Never seen a handsomer man.”
“Remember when I fucked you before?”
/> “Yeah, it was nice.”
“You’d always been tellin’ me how much you liked lookin’ down at me all spread out for you, watchin’ my face as you made love to me.”
“I do like that. You’re so beautiful. I like makin’ you feel good. You let me know when I do.”
“I understand what you were sayin’. All it took is for me to look at you in that position.” I moved around a bit until my dickhead touched his prostate. His eyes rolled back in pure delight. I stopped there and moved my hips in a circular motion and then side to side. His eyes grew wide, and he stared up at me.
“Jeffy. Yeah, feels good, Jeffy.” He drew out my name. It turns me on when he says my name during sex. I grinned down at him and he grinned back. We were both smiling like a couple of cats choking on cream.
I was doing everything I could to gauge his reactions and do what he really liked. It was really getting me going, seeing how good I made him feel. We kissed again. Time seemed suspended, as did everything outside of the two of us. He began slowly clamping down on me and bucking his hips up to meet my slow thrusts. I could feel myself getting close. He was breathing a lot heavier.
“You gonna come for me, Mike?”
“Hell yeah, you gonna come for me, Jeffy? You gonna fill me up?”
“Is that what you want?”
He smiled up at me. “I do. I love watchin’ your face when you shoot. You get this real intense look. It’s hot when I see you lookin’ in my eyes, see how much you care about me written all over your face, and feelin’ that monster dick of yours pumpin’ inside of me.”
“I’m gettin’ close, buddy. I’m just gonna keep movin’ slow in ya, okay?”
“Okay. I like that, I like it a lot.”
“You like gettin’ fucked by your Jeffy, huh? Feelin’ my big cock movin’ in and out of that beautiful, furry ass of yours, don’t ya? You like knowin’ how much you turn me on, how beautiful I think you are.”
“I love it. I love you, Jeffy.” With that I felt him shoot. Hot liquid hit my chest, and his ass and prostate began to pulse like crazy. I lost it when I felt that. We both continued to shoot for what seemed like forever. I sunk down beside him. He handed me a towel and I wiped off, and then we lay together all intertwined. Finally he stirred.
“Welcome back to the land of the livin’, Jeffy.”
“It’s nice to be back. I’m lookin’ forward to tomorrow.”
“What you got planned?”
“I dunno. I really don’t care, as long as it’s with you.” We kissed again.
“That’s nice.” He cuddled into me, and we ended with up my holding him, spooning.
“Let’s get some sleep, buddy. We done used up this day.” We fell asleep quickly, the bright spring moon shining down on us. When I woke up the next morning, I realized I hadn’t had any nightmares.
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About the Author
JAKE MACTIRE’s inspiration for his writing is based on some of his experiences in rodeo and travel. He does his best work coming up with storylines when hiking or cross-country skiing. Writing is Jake’s escape from his boring day job. In addition to writing, Jake loves rodeo, the outdoors, and travel. He’s visited more than fifty countries, ridden the Trans-Siberian Express, taken a riverboat down the Mekong, and hiked the Inca trail in Peru. Closer to home, Jake enjoys hiking, kayaking, and cross-country skiing. He currently lives in Seattle.
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