In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  Ex-LAPD cop Steve Miller was home alone. His husband Mark Antonious Richfield was on a late photography shoot. Dangereux cologne had begun work on their spring ad campaign with their sexiest top model. That meant Steve had the night to himself.

  Drinking a beer as he relaxed in front of the television in the den, Steve heard the front door open and close. A minute later, Mark’s son, Alexander, poked his head into the room.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey,” Steve replied staring at the eighteen year old who was the spitting image of his stunning father.

  “Where’s Dad?”

  “On a shoot. Where’s Oliver?” Steve enquired of Alex’s boyfriend.

  “Obligated to spend some time with his grandparents. I declined.” Alex stretched his back.

  When he did, Steve gazed at the flat plane of Alex’s stomach as it peeked between his shirt and jeans.

  “I’m going to shower.”

  “Okay.” Steve gazed back at the television, finishing his beer.

  * * * *

  Hearing the noise of the water in the upstairs bath, Steve turned off the television set and placed the empty beer bottle on the side table. Rising to his feet, Steve climbed the stairs to the second floor intent on changing out of his jeans and into a pair of gym shorts to get more comfortable.

  Pausing, seeing the door at the end of the hall was ajar, Steve felt his heart rate increase. Tiptoeing to the opening, he peered into the steamy heat seeing a flesh tone blur behind the glass shower doors.

  Wet, Alex’s long brown hair flowed to mid-back. His hips were narrow, his ass tight, his legs long. Gazing at Alex as he rinsed the soap off his face and hair, Steve licked his lips hungrily. Alexander Mark Lehman-Richfield was the spitting image of his thirty-eight year old dad, yet had the spirit and vitality of a very young man.

  The water shut off. Alex stood dripping for a moment, wringing out his hair.

  Steve’s cock went wild under his jeans. The amount he wanted Alex was painful. But he was Mark’s son, so that was taboo.

  Alex pushed back the shower door, reaching for a towel. As he rubbed it over his head, Steve got a look at Alex’s cock. Another attribute he had inherited from his gorgeous father, a big dick.

  Even soft, it hung thick and long over his large testicles. Alex’s chest was hairless but his treasure trail started below his navel and flared out at his pelvis to an almost jet black bush of pubic hair. Every muscle showed through Alex’s bronze skin, a perfect six-pack abdomen, round pectorals with tiny dark erect nipples.

  When Alex’s head jerked up and he met Steve’s eyes, Steve almost backed away and hid. Almost.

  Now that Alex was aware he was being admired, Steve pushed the door wider. Son of a bitch. Look at you. Steve was in heat.

  “Steve?” Alex asked innocently. “You need something?”

  Do I need something? Steve laughed sadly. Before he entered the misty bathroom, Steve removed his t-shirt, tossing it on the carpet.

  Alex appeared frozen as he stared at him.

  Approaching Alex slowly, Steve wrapped his arms around those narrow hips and felt Alex’s hot moist skin press against his chest. He picked Alex up, out of the bathtub and carried him into Alex’s bedroom.

  Throwing Alex onto the bed, Steve stared down at him as he unzipped his pants.

  “We can’t do this.” Alex shook his head, his hair still wet and sticking to his cheeks and neck.

  Steve stepped out of his jeans, briefs and socks, standing naked, ogling this amazing eighteen-year-old sex god.

  “Steve?”

  Crawling from the base of the bed, Steve began kissing Alex’s shins, knees, thighs, making his way up his gorgeous body.

  “Oh, God, we can’t. Steve…” Alex moaned.

  Already past the point of no return, Steve pried open Alex’s thighs. As Steve panted to catch his breath, he found Alex’s cock engorged and protruding from his pelvis like a mast. Dropping down on him, Steve rubbed his mouth over Alex’s balls, inhaling him deeply, licking at the soft, warm dewy skin, all the while Steve whimpered in agony. When Steve caressed Alex’s length, he found it as hard as steel. Eighteen-year-old cock. He remembered very well how that hard-on felt.

  “Ah…” Alex shivered, elevating his hips off the bed at Steve’s touch.

  Leaning up over him, Steve sunk Alex’s enormous cock into his mouth moaning in delirium. He’d waited forever for this moment. Spreading Alex’s legs wider, Steve fondled those heavy balls excitedly.

  Alex lit up, jerking his hips, instantly climaxing, pushing his cock further into Steve’s mouth as he gasped. Tasting Alex’s sweet cum, Steve sucked harder, drawing it as far into his throat as he could, finally savoring that delightful cream on his tongue.

  “Ah! Steve! Ah!” Alex panted, his chest heaving.

  Steve sat back to stare at him. Seeing rubbers and lubrication on Alex’s nightstand, obviously left available for Alex and Oliver’s coupling, Steve reached for one of the condoms, tearing it open with his teeth. After he was sheathed, he grabbed the gel. With Alex’s large green eyes unblinking as they stared at him, Steve coated himself first before he dipped into that glory hole he had desired since Alex first showed up at their door months ago.

  Instantly Alex reacted, his cock blushing reddish purple as it once again hardened to stone.

  Eighteen-year-old dick! Steve loved it! He wasn’t quite twice Alex’s age. No. Not quite. But a thirty-three year old being able to taste this treat? Heaven.

  Knowing very well Alex bottomed exclusively for Oliver, Steve didn’t hesitate. Removing his fingers from Alex’s ass, he pushed the head of his dick inside this sex nymph and burrowed up to his balls. Hearing Alex groan and feeling him quiver was worth everything he owned.

  Raising one of Alex’s legs at a time, Steve rested Alex’s calves on his shoulders. Once he was deep inside Alex’s ass, Steve gripped Alex’s thighs and began screwing him the way he had dreamed of screwing him. Hard, deep, fast thrusts. “Jerk off!” Steve ordered.

  Alex’s hands instantly attached to his own cock.

  This was fucking unbelievable. Steve knew it would be extraordinary. Look at this living young doll! That long hair drying and spread out all over the pillows, his emerald green eyes and long dark eyelashes. “Come! Alex, come!” Steve roared.

  “Ah! Ah!”

  Alex and his father sounded exactly the same during climax. It was uncanny.

  “Give it to me!” Steve commanded.

  “What?” Alex shook his head as he gasped for breath.

  Frustrated Alex didn’t get it, Steve released the grip of one hand and scooped up that sticky spatter, licking it off his fingers. “More!”

  Finally understanding, Alex smeared his fingertips into his own cum and held his hand to Steve’s mouth.

  Sucking on Alex’s fingers, tasting his cum, Steve hammered as hard as he could into that delicious body under him. When it hit, Steve nearly passed out from the intensity.

  Opening his mouth, feeling Alex’s hand slide down his jaw and throat, Steve unloaded the contents of his balls into Alex’s ass. “Son of a bitch!” Steve screamed as the sensation washed up his spine and it felt as if his cock was exploding.

  “Steve! Oh, God, Steve!”

  Awash with aftershocks, Steve kept thrusting inside Alex. “Fuck! Fuck!” He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. He’d waited too long for this opportunity. Giving one last deep grinding plunge, Steve finally stilled his hips and hung his head.

  “Steve!” Alex cried, “I love you! I love you so much!”

  “Alex…holy fuck…Alex…” Steve moaned, staring down at the connection of their bodies. “That was the most amazing sex I have had in my life.”

  “Me too! Steve, my God!”

  Pulling out, lowering Alex’s legs to the bed, Steve licked the rest of the stickiness off Alex’s smooth stomach, making his way to Alex’s mouth with long wet laps of his tongue. When he reached Alex’s lips, Steve wrapped his arms around
him and devoured that fresh set of teenage lips and lost himself on that timid tongue.

  * * * *

  “Hey.”

  Steve blinked and looked up at the door to the den.

  “I’m going to bed. I’m beat.”

  “Okay, Alex. Goodnight.”

  Alex pecked Steve’s cheek. “What time is Dad supposed to be home?”

  Steve checked his watch. “Any minute. You want me to send him in to say goodnight?”

  “No. It’s okay. See you in the morning.”

  “Goodnight, Alex.” Steve waited for him to leave before resting his chin in his palm to continue to watch the evening news. He knew his fantasies would always be just that. Images in his head, nothing more.

  2

  Aura Stanton relaxed on her bed in her small but neat two-bedroom apartment in Cerritos, California. Slightly worn out from work, her belly full from a homemade dinner, Aura was in just her panties and her brother’s worn-out, soft navy blue LAPD t-shirt. She was propped up on her pillows watching one of his gay romance DVDs.

  At a sound at the front door, Aura lowered the volume to listen. Deep masculine voices reached her ears. She knew them well. Her brother Mickey, and his LAPD cop partner, Jeff Chandler.

  The front door of the apartment banged shut making her jump. Trying to imagine what they were doing, Aura heard some angry conversation followed by the sound of someone getting slammed into a wall.

  Knowing those two loved hot rough sex, Aura shut the DVD and got to her knees to try and hear them.

  “Fuck you, Stanton!” Jeff snarled.

  Another crashing sound followed. She imagined someone backed up against the wall again. Her skin broke out in chills and her crotch grew damp.

  “Fucking asshole!”

  Aura tried not to laugh at her brother’s angry retort. Mickey was such a pussycat. Yeah, he was a trained marksman, but she knew the real man in that big brawny body was soft as putty. Especially in the arms of that hunk, Jeff Chandler.

  “I think it’s my turn to fuck you, Stanton!”

  At Jeff’s threat, Aura licked her lips and crept to the bedroom door, pressing her ear against it.

  She could hear things in the living room overturning. Christ, those two are like wild animals!

  Silence engulfed the apartment until she suddenly heard more slamming and crashing. Deep guttural moans echoed outside her room. “Zoiks!”

  She peeked out. A light was on in Mickey’s bedroom. Moving to the partially opened door she watched as Jeff tore off Mickey’s clothing, practically shredding his gym shorts and t-shirt in his haste. When her brother ripped Jeff’s shorts down his thighs revealing his naked ass, Aura gulped and felt her eyes dry out.

  “Fuck you, pig!” Jeff shoved Mickey face down on the bed.

  “You dirty cop! You fucking, dirty mother-fucking cop!” Mickey snarled.

  As her eyes were glued to Jeff’s naked back and ass, Aura felt her chest heave with her thrill. She watched Jeff reach for a rubber, kneeling up behind her brother who was face down on the mattress.

  “Holy fuck!” She raced back to her room and tore through her closet. Stripping off her panties and her brother’s t-shirt, Aura knew an opportunity like this was one in a million, and she wasn’t about to pass it up.

  In a box, unopened, an item purchased on impulse and wishful thinking, Aura demolished the plastic and cardboard to get at the product inside. A latex double dick attached to a black bikini. Shaking as she hopped into it, she slid one end of the dildo inside her, gasping at the penetration. Throwing the packaging up into the air recklessly to get at another smaller box, Aura trembled as she squirted a blob of lube onto her palm and rubbed it all over the protruding flesh-tone phallus.

  Sprinting back to Mickey’s bedroom, she found Jeff had Mickey’s hips elevated off the bed and was giving her brother a good hard fucking. As they grunted like humping mongrels, Aura climbed onto the bed behind Jeff.

  The minute Jeff felt her touch, he spun his head around in shock. “Aura!”

  “Don’t stop what you’re doing, Jeff.” She knelt behind him and pushed the tip of the dildo into Jeff’s ass.

  “Augh! Aura, what the fuck are you doing?” Jeff’s body went rigid.

  “Aura?” Mickey asked in terror from under Jeff. “What the hell’s going on?”

  Aura pushed the strap-on as deep as she could inside Jeff, feeling the penetration increase in her as well. Wrapping her arm around Jeff’s chest, Aura rested her cheek on his sweaty skin and began pumping into him.

  “Ah! Holy Christ!” Jeff arched his back and thrust his hips into Mickey with more gusto.

  “What?” Mickey shouted, “What the fuck is she doing?”

  “Relax, Mouse,” Aura purred. “Keep fucking him, Jeff.”

  Jeff’s hips began moving in a rhythm which Aura matched. “Augh! Holy-fucking-Christ!” Jeff choked on his words and Aura felt his thighs go rock hard under hers. A delicious snarl came from Jeff as he went wild, jamming his hips into Mickey as Aura did the same to Jeff. The growling from Jeff’s chest rumbled through Aura’s, making her shiver in delight.

  She inhaled deeply both their sweat and musky sex aroma and moaned in pleasure.

  As Jeff began to climax, bucking into Mickey like he was riding a bronco, Jeff made the most exquisite masculine sounds. Aura’s skin was covered with chills and her clit began to shiver with her own orgasm.

  “Aaaahhhfuck! Mickey!” Jeff thrust hard into Mickey’s ass under him.

  Aura heard her brother’s deep throaty grunts as he came. That’s it, little brother, that’s it. She felt the waves of her own climax spin over her body, rubbing hard against the double dildo so it ground into Jeff’s ass at the same time.

  With a deep groan, Jeff dropped heavily on top of Mickey, flattening him to the bed. Aura cuddled against Jeff’s soaked back, smoothing her hands up and down the connection between Jeff and her brother, feeling the perspiration sealing them, making them one.

  “Oh, God,” Jeff moaned in disbelief.

  “Good one, Officer Chandler?” Aura massaged his shoulders. Feeling her brother’s body coated with sweat under Jeff’s muscular physique, she caressed them both lovingly.

  “Son of a bitch,” Jeff whimpered.

  “Jeff?” Mickey asked. “Did she fuck you?”

  “Yes!” Jeff choked in awe.

  “Aura?”

  “I have a strap-on, Mickey. First time using it. My, oh my!” Aura gave Jeff’s sweaty back a long wet lick before she climbed off. As she did, Jeff pulled out of Mickey, and they both rolled to their side to stare at her in awe.

  She gazed at her brother, grinning wickedly.

  “Jesus!” Mickey gaped at the size of the penis attached to Aura’s body. He twisted to look at Jeff. “Are you all right?”

  As Jeff tried to yank the rubber off his cock, still catching his breath, he laughed, “Am I all right? Did you just ask me that?”

  “Never mind.” Mickey shook his finger at his sister. “This is not going to be a regular occurrence, lady.”

  “No?” She grinned wickedly at a dazed LAPD cop. Jeff was lost on the little extra zing he’d experienced while giving her brother a damn good fucking.

  “Son of a bitch,” Jeff moaned, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just done.

  Aura climbed off the bed, strutting to the bathroom. “Time to wash up.” She blew Jeff a kiss and left the room.

  * * * *

  Sighing sleepily, Aura picked up the cordless phone on her nightstand and dialed.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Mouse. Is it too late?”

  “No, Jeff and I are still up, just watching TV.”

  “I miss you not living here anymore.”

  “Aw, poor thing. Why don’t we all go out for dinner tomorrow night? It’s our day off.”

  “Sounds great. You want me to come there?”

  “No. We can pick you up. How about seven?”

  “Perfect. Thanks, Mouse. I
do get lonely without you.” She lowered the volume on the DVD.

  “You need a boyfriend, Aura.”

  “It’s not as easy as it sounds, Mickey. I’m very particular.”

  “And you have a right to be.”

  “Okay. So, see you guys tomorrow.”

  “Okay, babe.”

  “Say hi to Jeff for me!” She heard her brother relaying it, next was Jeff shouting, “Hi, Aura!” Smiling warmly, she sighed, “Night, Mouse.”

  “Night, sis.”

  The line disconnected and she stared at the phone for a moment before setting it back on the nightstand. “Mickey, you are one lucky fucker.” Raising the remote, Aura increased the volume of the movie she was watching and snuggled under the blankets, looking forward to dinner tomorrow with her two favorite men.

  3

  “This serial killer case is getting to me, John.” FBI Agent Frank Skinner slid his semi-automatic handgun into his shoulder holster.

  “Don’t let it. We’ll catch the fucker, Frank.”

  Frank put his suit jacket on over his shirt, covering the weapon. Checking his pocket for his hotel key, Frank sighed, “You ready to get cocky Agent Robbie Taylor?”

  Agent John Green chuckled. “Fucking psychic. What will the bureau think of next? It’s such a load of crap.” After adjusting his holster, John nodded. “Yeah, let’s get the long-haired hippy federal agent. He should be ready by now.” John checked his watch.

  Shutting off the lights as he left, Frank waited for his partner to lock their door before moving down the hall to the next room. As he rapped his knuckles on Robbie’s door, Frank tried to imagine the sex Robbie was having with that handsome black Seattle cop, Dave Harris. Robbie didn’t hide the fact that he was gay, yet he was very discreet when he had to be.

  They waited a moment before Frank knocked again. Nothing happened.

  “You think he went for coffee?” John asked.

  “He’s not supposed to go anywhere without informing us.”

  “Taylor?” John called through the door.

  Frank met John’s eyes. At the lack of an answer they exchanged concerned glances. John tried the doorknob. It wasn’t locked so he pushed it back.