Officer Jack Albertson - 5. Lovers and Friends

Jack was thinking exactly the same things as he did his evening ablutions in the bathroom. When he was finished, he put on a nice, and very comfortable, pair of blue silk pajama pants that he hardly ever wore - he slept naked after all - and the matching shirt, and then padded barefoot back to the living room.

"God, he's just a picture," Brad thought, as Jack emerged from the hallway in those pajamas, a bit of hairy chest showing where he'd left the top couple of buttons undone. He had shaved and taken another quick shower while in the bathroom, and Brad caught the scent of his after shave and saw that his black hair was still a little damp. "I could get so used to seeing this every night," Brad surprised himself a little by thinking.

"Hey baby," Jack said, "bathroom's all yours."

"OK hon," Brad said, giving Jack a quick peck on the cheek and a playful pat on the ass, as he got up and walked past him.

Once Brad was in the bathroom, Jack went quickly to his bedroom. It would have surprised a lot of people, but Jack was actually a very romantic man and always had been. Holly had actually hated that side of him, which was odd for a woman, or so he thought, but whatever. She was almost businesslike about their lovemaking, and found romance as Jack thought of it to be corny and pointless. Ironic, then, that she'd claimed boredom as a reason for having run off with that other man. Whatever. Tonight was the beginning of his future, and that was all as if it had been part of another world somewhere in the past, and not just a year ago, Jack was thinking.

Jack lit the four wicks of the large jar candle that sat on the table by his bed, and then turned off the lights, leaving the ceiling fan turned on its lowest setting. He opened the CD he had bought Brad at the dinner train, and put it in the player in his clock radio by the bed. He slipped out of his pajamas then, pulled back the covers and got into his bed nude, and covered himself up to just above the waist with the covers. He propped himself up on the pillows, and leaned back, hands behind his head.

"Lord, I hope he isn't like Holly and thinks this sort of thing is cheesy as hell," Jack thought. "Even if it is cheesy as hell, I think it is romantic, and hope Brad does too." The way he was feeling about Brad, Jack actually wished he had some more candles, along with maybe a dozen long-stemmed red roses, and a bottle of wine, but that might all be overdoing it, and hell, this little bit was still pretty good for just spur of the moment, he thought with a chuckle.

Brad wrapped a towel around himself after getting out of the shower. He opened the bathroom door, turned the light off behind him, and as Brad crossed the hall to Jack's room, he heard the familiar opening piano chord of a great old song come from within.

Bing Crosby's deep, warm voice began to sing “I’ll Be Seeing You,” as Brad walked through the doorway to Jack's room. Jack was propped up on the pillows of his bed, hands behind his head, covers up around his waist, but with his bare chest revealed in the soft, flickering candlelight.

"Hello, baby," Jack said with a big grin. He then reached over and pulled back the covers on the side of his big bed next to him and then patted them slightly with his right hand. "Care to join me?"

Bing was continuing to croon, and Brad just walked in silence over to the bed. He then let the towel drop to the floor just before he got in next to Jack, and pulled the covers up over himself too. Jack rolled toward him onto his side just slightly, so that they were facing, their heads on the pillows, and the covers over them to just above their waists. He reached out both arms to Brad. Brad leaned into the embrace, his head coming to nestle in the soft fur in the center of Jack's chest, as Jack held him gently. He looked around and up into those deep blue eyes, which were sparkling in the soft candlelight. He noticed that he could hear Jack's heart beating beneath his head.

"I need to tell you something, Brad," Jack said in a soft, sweet, but serious tone.

"Yes?" Brad said looking up at him adoringly.

"This is all something totally unexpected and wonderful for me, Brad. I feel like I have found exactly what I need and want, and I never thought any of this could ever possibly happen so fast. I just feel...completely happy and content holding you like this. It feels perfect."

"Me too baby," Brad replied softly. "I feel exactly the same way and wasn't expecting it either. Brad sat up on his elbow, which was in the pillow, so he could look directly into Jack's beautiful eyes. Brad let his other hand run into the thicker patch of fur in the center of Jack's chest where his head had been nestled a moment before, and gently caressed the velvety softness found there.

"Bradley," Jack said gazing directly into his eyes, their faces close to each other now, "I have realized that I have fallen completely for you. I love you."

"I love you too, Jack," Brad replied in a state of true and overwhelming happiness, "and you don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that. This is all so fast and unexpected as you said, but all I know is how sure I am of what I feel. And I am in love with you, Jack."

With that, they put their arms back around each other, and slipped into a deep, sweet kiss. The soft music kept playing as Jack rolled over on top of Brad, still kissing him, slowly, deeply...lovingly. Brad was in heaven with Jack's naked body pressed into every bit of his, their arms still around each other, Brad now letting his legs entangle with Jack's. And still they kissed. It was like sweetest honey, like a drink of water after too long in the sun. This afternoon and then tonight on the train had both been raw and lustful. This was different. This was real and sweet. This was love.

Jack pulled back from their kiss and looked in Brad's eyes again, "I love you," he whispered slowly, softly once again, as if almost in most reverent and respectful awe of the three words.

"I love you too, big guy," Brad said with a smile.

Jack started kissing Brad's neck now, driving him crazy. Jack was now caressing all over Brad's chest and tummy with his big, warm hands as he did this. Jack's hands moved lower as he continued kissing Brad's neck. As Jack's hands ran across his bare lower belly, Brad shivered with delight as the edge of Jack's thumb once brushed across Brad's bush and just touched the head of his now rock hard cock.

Brad was running his hands all over Jack's broad back and shoulders. He ran them down lower and with both hands grabbed those glorious big bubble butt ass cheeks, and gave them a squeeze. He then felt Jack's hot breath on his neck where he had been kissing, as he giggled out loud.

"Ticklish on that big sweet ass, baby?" Brad asked with an evil grin.

"Just wasn't expecting...umm!" Jack gasped in delight as Brad gave his ass another playful squeeze.

Jack moved his mouth down to Brad's chest now, his hands still rubbing and feeling around down lower, caressing the lower part of Brad's tummy, his thumbs now brushing against the head of Brad's throbbing cock with every pass. Jack licked Brad's right nipple, then nibbled it a little. Then he sucked it.

"Oh, baby! Brad exclaimed with a gasp. Jack moved over to do the same to the other nipple. As he did so, he wrapped his big warm hand around Brad's throbbing thick dick and began to very slowly, gently stroke it. Brad reached up for Jack's meaty cock, equally hard and throbbing, and began caressing it as well. They then kissed deeply again. The candlelight shimmered over their naked bodies when Jack reached and threw back all the covers with a quick sweep of his strong arm, leaving them both completely exposed from head to toe.

Jack pulled his dick back from Brad's hand, and moved his head down Brad's body. He licked both of Brad's nipples again, causing him to moan softly. He kissed and licked all over Brad's hairy chest. Jack then licked his way down to Brad's chubby tummy, kissing it all over as well; while his arms went around Brad's back, caressing it, and running down to caress his ass cheeks as well. Brad gasped again as Jack flicked the tip of his tongue into his navel a couple of times. Jack then moved down to kiss Brad's inner thighs. This was a most sensitive area for Brad.

"Oh, my GOD! Oh!" Brad groaned in pure pleasure, as Jack was licking and kissing the inside of his left thigh, a bit below his cock and balls. Jack rose up and smiled.

"Note to self, Officer Jack: Have found subject's sensitive spot," Jack said goofily.

"Oh honey, there's more than one spo - OH!" Brad moaned, as Jack had now switched sides and was working his mouth magic on Brad's other inner thigh. After a bit more of this, Jack then went back up on top of Brad to again kiss him deeply and lovingly, as Brad ran his fingers through Jack's soft hair. Meanwhile, the candlelight was softly glowing, and a gentle breeze from the fan overhead caressed their skin. Perry Como was singing "’Til the End of Time" now, as the CD continued to play.

Jack then went suddenly, swiftly back down, and caused Brad to gasp in surprise and delight when he immediately engulfed Brad's cockhead in his warm mouth. He caressed Brad's balls with his hand, and slowly, tentatively moved his head lower. In a moment, he had all of Brad's throbbing, very thick, five and a half inch cock in his mouth, his nose resting in Brad's bush.

Jack found that he loved having a dick in his mouth. Brad noted that his new lover was apparently a born cock sucker, and he moaned in delight when Jack started moving his head up and down on his dick, and squeezing around its base and playing with Brad's balls as he did so.

"Oh, baby, yeah, suck me!" Brad cried, pure passion and lust now having found their natural way into their lovemaking. Jack continued sucking Brad's cock, occasionally pausing to go down and lick his balls.

He then came back up for still more passionate, loving kissing. They were both breathing heavy, their hard cocks rubbing together as Jack again lay completely on top of Brad as they kissed.

"Jack," Brad gasped, having made his mind up about something.

"Yes, baby," Jack said, looking down at Brad.

"Well, I want you to know something," Brad continued.

"I had not done anything with another man at all for about six months until today. That last time, I just got head. Before that, it had been a little over a year since I last had actual sex. Which, by the way, I like fucking and getting fucked both," Brad explained.

Jack was listening intently, as Brad continued, "Do you know yet which you will like?"

"I want to try both," Jack replied, smiling, "I know that. And, as far as it all goes, I obviously hadn't done anything with anyone for over a year before today."

"I also want to tell you that I was tested recently, and I am HIV negative and STD free," Brad said, "I know that isn't exactly the most romantic thing to be bringing up right now, but..."

Jack interrupted him gently with a smile, "No, you're just being responsible. And so you know, I am tested regularly as a safety precaution for the force, and I'm fine too, as of this month." Jack then gave him a quick peck on the lips, and that quickly turned into another deep, hot kiss. Meanwhile, Jack started to thrust his hips, slowly humping into Brad as he lay completely on top of him, and causing their thick, throbbing hard cocks to bang into each other over and over.

"Any particular reason we just both felt the need to establish that little sexual history and that we're both healthy?" Jack leaned over and whispered into Brad's ear huskily and playfully, all the while continuing to hump on Brad, having picked up the pace just slightly now. He knew full well already what was on his new lover's mind.

"Jack," Brad said, looking lovingly directly into his eyes, "I want you to make love to me."

"Brad," Jack replied tenderly, "This is all completely new to me, but I want to make love to you tonight, too. So much."

Brad shivered in delight. He realized that since they both knew for a fact that they were healthy, they could share the natural pleasures of raw, skin-to-skin, bareback lovemaking, when his big gorgeous dream cop entered him for the very first time.

Brad leaned up and whispered sexily into Jack's ear then, "Jack, do you have any lube here, baby?"

"I may not have had sex in ages, but I love to jack off, buddy," Jack said with a laugh. He quickly rolled out of Brad's arms, and leaned down to his nightstand, coming back with a bottle of liquid lube which he handed to Brad.

Brad rolled onto his back, and lubed up his cock. He then leaned over and did the same to Jack's fat, throbbing tool. They each reached over and began slowly stroking the other, then were back in each other's arms kissing passionately as their lubed up cocks rubbed against each other.

This went on for several more minutes, until Brad knew he desperately needed and wanted to move on to what came next. It was time. "Jack," he said huskily, "I need to have you inside of me now baby. Make love to me." Brad rolled onto his back, leaning back into the comfortable pillows. He reached over and got another pillow, then rose up and placed it beneath himself. Jack watched in loving, horny fascination as Brad then squirted a large amount of the lube onto his fingers, reached down between his legs, and began rubbing it into over his hole.

"That looks so hot baby," Jack said huskily, as he tugged at his cock.

"Want to help, big guy?" Brad asked playfully, amused at how new the intricacies of all this clearly were to Jack, and at the sweet look of horny discovery on his face as he gazed down at Brad rubbing lube into his crack.

Jack realized what Brad meant and was wanting next. He took the lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He got between Brad's now-spread legs, and looked in front of him to where Brad was still lightly rubbing the lube across his hole, and slightly into it.

Jack moved his hand down there, as Brad moved his own hand out of the way. Jack then carefully moved his lubed up index finger against Brad's pink hole. He slowly slid just the tip into Brad, and then went in up to just past the first knuckle.

“That OK?" Jack asked cautiously.

"Uh huh," Brad said. "Go ahead and slide it all the way into me baby."

Jack slid his big lubed up index finger all the way into Brad's tight, hot hole then. He leaned down and kissed Brad. As they kissed, Jack began moving his finger in and out of Brad. Brad moaned gently, as Jack rose back up and paid close attention to what he was doing. Jack then suddenly slid a second lubed up finger all the way into Brad's hole, next to the first.

"Ohhww," Brad gasped.

"Did I hurt you?" Jack asked, concerned.

"You were a little, um, sudden with that second finger, but no, it feels great now baby," Brad replied with a reassuring grin.

Jack looked both very turned on and more than a little fascinated as he watched himself finger Brad's hole with two of his big fingers. With his other hand, he was stroking his throbbing hard beer can dick, which was standing straight out at its full six and a half inches, and was engorged to its full and magnificent five and a half inch-circumference thickness. He then slid a third finger into Brad, really getting into this now, and shushed Brad's latest gasp by leaning back down over him and kissing him just a little roughly. Passion was really kicking in for Jack. He fingered Brad harder, causing him to moan more.

"You like me fingering that ass, buddy?" Jack asked huskily, breathing hard.

"Oh yes, baby!" Brad exclaimed.

"It feels so hot and tight in there," Jack told him, moving his three fingers in a circular motion inside Brad, and then thrusting them in and out some more.

Brad was now fully in heat, and had had enough of the foreplay. "Jack baby, make love to me NOW!" Brad commanded. "I need that big thick cop cock right where your fingers are. Put it in me!"

Before Jack could even answer, Brad had reached down and gently pulled Jack's hand away from his ass, the three fingers coming out with a little, "plop." Brad then pulled his legs back, his lower back already resting on a pillow, his head sliding a little lower on the other pillows it was resting on. Brad raised his long legs to Jack's broad shoulders, letting his big feet come to rest there. Jack was taking this all in with a look that was an equal mixture of awe, love, and pure horny lust.

"Make love to me Jack!" Brad then cried again.

Jack quickly lubed up his throbbing member a bit more, and then moved forward. He grasped his cock with his fist around the thick base of it to help guide it, and soon Jack's big, red, swollen mushroom cockhead was knocking on Brad's backdoor. Jack was just finding his way along in this new territory, and as he wiggled around a bit searchingly, his big lubed up cockhead slid up and down Brad's crack, causing Brad to gasp again.

"Right there baby, right therrreee!" Brad explained huskily, trailing off in pleasure as the hot pulsating head of his new lover's thick meat found its pink target and pressed gently against it.

"Don't let me hurt you now," Jack said sweetly.

"You won't baby, just go ahead," Brad invited.

Jack moved forward, and his cockhead started to slide into his lover.

“Uh, yeah!" Brad groaned, as he then felt the big mushroom head of Jack's cock pressing against his tight pucker. It then slid on in more, starting to penetrate through Brad's tight ring. Brad tensed and gasped with a bit of pain, but made his ass relax.

"You OK babe?" Jack asked, and then suddenly cried out, "Oh GOD, that feels so good!" He had just penetrated on through Brad's tight pucker, and it had clamped back down hard on his meaty shaft, just behind his throbbing cockhead.

"Yes, just keeping going slow. Love me, Jack." Brad said simply.

Jack slowly, gently moved himself closer to Brad. He allowed his big hands to push at the back of Brad's legs, lifting him a bit higher to gain better access. He then let them back down to drape slightly over his shoulders. Doing that caused his thick cock to suddenly slide on all the way in up to the hilt inside of Brad's hot, tight ass. They both gasped in pleasure. Brad felt Jack's pubes against him, and knew that his new lover was now balls-deep inside him.

Jack looked down lovingly at Brad, and then leaned down as Brad rose up, and they kissed passionately, hungrily. Jack was just holding his cock still all the way inside of Brad. The feelings were incredible. Brad's ass felt so hot, so wet, and so amazingly tight to Jack. He had never felt anything this good in his life. Jack pulled back just a little bit, and then slowly thrust back balls-deep into Brad. Brad gasped.

"That's it baby, God, your cock is so fuckin' thick!" Brad said, his passion flaring, his ass feeling so full.

"Mmm, GOD!" Jack exclaimed, "That feels fuckin' amazing baby! Damn, you are so tight, I've never felt anything like this!"

Jack was still moving only a little of his fat cock out, and then thrusting it slowly all the way back into Brad. Several sweet, hot repetitions of this slowly got Brad's hole used to being stuffed so full with Jack's six and a half inch long beer can cock. Brad had never taken a cock this fat before, as Jack's five and a half inch diameter girth was consistent from the base all the way to the crown of his big mushroom head.

Brad was feeling only pleasure now, but he could tell that Jack was not quite sure yet whether it was time to start giving it to him with more intensity. So, Brad said the words to Jack for real now that he had said in so many prior fantasies. "Fuck me harder, Jack! Don't worry baby, you're not going to hurt me. That big thick cock feels so fuckin' great in me, you are filling me up so good baby!"

That was all Jack needed to hear, and he let loose and just began long-dicking Brad good. He would pull almost all the way out, then shove it all the way back in balls-deep, picking up the pace as he went. He still couldn't believe how good Brad's tight ass felt wrapped around his fat throbbing cock. Soon, they were both screaming, as the king sized bed shook and squeaked loudly.

"OH FUCK YES, BABY!" Brad hollered, "POUND MY FUCKIN' ASS!!! I love you, you big hot fuckin' cop! Take my fuckin' ass Jack, it belongs to you!"

"Mmm! Uh! FUCK! Fuck, baby, that ass is so fuckin' good! Oh! AH-UH! UH!" Jack growled and grunted, as he kept pounding Brad relentlessly. He grabbed Brad's ankles now, and moved up right against him, so that he was pounding him just as hard and deep as he thought was possible.

They both knew, and were delighted, that this wonderful, hot, bareback lovemaking session, happening now between the two of them for the very first time, was going to last awhile. This was to be expected, given their several other releases over the hours before. As the clock in Jack's living room chimed and struck 1:00am, they were in the deepest heat of raw, natural mansex and passionate lovemaking all rolled into one, back there in the bedroom.

Jack kept pounding Brad so hard and deep. Five minutes went by, and then ten, and still he kept at it. Brad was jacking off furiously now. Jack was now bracing himself with his arms on the bed to either side of Brad. Brad then pulled his legs in tightly toward himself, off of Jack's shoulders and then stretched them back outward, wrapping them around Jack's lower back. The balls of Brad's big feet were digging into Jack's round ass cheeks, pushing against them as the beefy cop thrust into him over and over. In this missionary-like position, Jack was now able to move on down chest to chest, face to face with Brad, kissing him deeply as he fucked him hard.

"OH, GOD! FUCK!!!" Jack pulled back from Brad's mouth to yell, "YOUR FUCKIN' ASS IS SO FUCKIN' HOT AND GOOD BABY! Oh I love you so much Brad, I love making love to this hot, sweet, tight ass." Jack punctuated those last few words by actually pulling his dick all the way out, and ramming it all the way back into Brad, causing him to scream.

Jack pulled all the way out once more, and Brad grabbed his shoulders, rolling him over onto his back swiftly. Before Jack even knew what was going on, Brad was up and straddling him. With one swift motion, Brad sat all the way down on Jack's throbbing thick meat. "OH, FUCK!" Brad yelled, having impaled himself on his man.

They found their way into the exact position they had been in out by the pool earlier. Only now, rather than just jacking their cocks together, Brad was riding Jack's fat meat with total reckless abandon, with his legs wrapped around behind Jack. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other, and they were sitting up hairy chest to hairy chest, tummy to tummy, as Brad's ass cheeks landed on Jack's big solid thighs with a slapping sound again and again as he rode his cock fast and hard. Brad's cock was leaking precum as it was mashed in between them, running up and down over Jack's belly as Brad rode his cock.

Jack then rolled Brad back over, his cock never leaving that sweet tight ass. Jack was back on top of Brad and back in total control now, as he again got Brad's legs up on his shoulders and started pounding him. "Oh, Brad! FUCK! AH-UH, Oh!" Jack was moaning as he fucked Brad as hard as he thought he could once again.

"OH, JACK!!!" Brad yelled, "Harder baby, harder!"

Jack then somehow picked up the pace even more, something he didn't really think was possible. The headboard was slamming against the wall hard now, and sweat was dripping down all over Brad from his lover's hot, flushed chest and belly. Brad realized there was a position they had not yet tried, one that would probably drive him over the edge. He was totally in heat now, and in this moment of love and passion, he realized that he wanted to experience a little bit of just being totally dominated and deep-dicked by his hot cop lover, and he knew just the perfect position for that.

Brad pulled his legs toward him, off Jack's shoulders, and Jack's cock came out of him with a wet "plop!" Brad immediately rolled over flat on his stomach, his chin resting in the soft pillows, and Jack grinned because he had watched enough gay porn before that he knew what Brad wanted without having to be told. Jack immediately just shoved his throbbing fat cock back balls-deep into Brad's ass, and laid his full weight down on top of him at the same time. Jack also wrapped his arms around in under Brad's chest tightly. As Jack's hot, sweaty, furry chest made contact with Brad's back and his meaty, throbbing cock went into him balls-deep, feeling that much deeper from this angle, Brad moaned loudly with pleasure. For a moment Jack again just held his dick there all the way inside of Brad, his bush brushing against Brad's ass cheeks.

Jack then leaned over from behind him and whispered into Brad's right ear huskily, "So you had to get on your belly for me, did you, baby?" He asked. "Is someone needing me to just pound him right down into this fuckin' bed now, and use that hot hole just as fuckin' hard as I can until we both explode?"

"OH GOD, YOU GOT IT BABY, PLEASE POUND ME!" Brad screamed.

With that, Jack started just absolutely fucking the hell out of Brad's ass. With Brad flat on his stomach, the thick meaty shaft and bulging mushroom head were filling up, stretching, and exploring every possible area of Brad's love chute, and giving Jack so many thrilling sensations that he never before even knew were possible. He was again pounding Brad as hard as he could, as Brad's cock rubbed between his belly and the soft satin sheets beneath him, leaking precum.

Jack was really going to town and using that thick cop cock so good on Brad now, having caught on to the finer points of good, hot, raw mansex so wonderfully well already. He had never known that anything could feel this fucking great. As he thrust, Jack was also swiveling his hips some now to make the mushroom head hit against Brad's walls, and loving the different sensations. All the while, this position was also allowing him to give Brad the deepest, most intense, piston-pumping fucking possible. And then he found Brad's love button with that big cockhead.

"OH, GOD!!!!" Brad groaned, as his lover's thick meat repeatedly rammed right against his prostate, "OH THAT'S THE FUCKIN' SPOT JACK, KEEP IT UP, POUND MY ASS AND MAKE ME CUM BABY!"

Jack could feel Brad's love nut pulsing as the big head of his thick meat was hitting it over and over again. The sensation was incredible. Brad's hot, tight ass was clenching on Jack's cock with every in-thrust now.

"OH, GOD BABY! AH-UH! AH-UH! OH GOD, YES! FUCK!" Jack panted, the sweat dripping off him, "I'M GONNA FUCKIN' CUM! AH-UH! OH! I'M SO FUCKIN' CLOSE! GOD I LOVE YOU, BRAD! I'M GONNA - AH-UH! OH! AH-UH! - FILL THAT - OH! - TIGHT HOLE FULL!!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO, BABY," Brad screamed beneath him, "FILL MY FUCKIN' ASS WITH THAT HOT SWEET COP CUM JACK, GIVE ME THAT LOAD!!!"

"UH! AH-UH! UH!!!!" Jack panted and grunted over and over. He was still ramming into Brad as hard as he possibly could, as he felt his balls start to tighten and his thick meaty shaft tingling as it was clenched again and again by Brad's hot, tight love chute. His cockhead again and again banged on Brad's button.

"BRAD!!!!" Jack moaned again. "OH! AH-UH! UH! UH!" he grunted, and then,

"FUCK, I'M CUMMMINNNNNNN'!!!" Jack screamed, as he shook all over and went plunging uncontrollably, intensely, over the edge of that sweetest abyss.

Brad then felt probably at least eight huge thick jets of Jack's red hot cum shoot up deep inside of him. On the second shot, as Jack's big mushroom cockhead was spasming hard right against Brad's love button, Brad went over the edge as well. As Jack was unloading his multiple volleys of hot spunk up his tight ass, Brad just moaned, "OH, JACK!!!!" over and over, and shot six huge blasts of cum beneath himself, all over Jack's sheets and his own stomach.

Jack just collapsed on top of Brad's back then, his sweaty furry chest feeling so good to Brad pressed against him. At that moment, Jack's cock was amazingly somehow still hard even after all that, and it was still buried deep in Brad's ass.

"Oh Brad, baby, I love you so much," Jack panted, meaning the words with all of his heart. He was trying to get his breath back now, in the aftermath of the 35 minutes of intense bareback lovemaking that had spanned the time from when Jack's cockhead had first found Brad's pink hole until just now, when they had both finally reached their shattering, wonderful, ecstatic climaxes.

"Oh, I love you too Jack, so much baby," Brad panted, also feeling the words clear to his soul. Jack then rose up a little on one arm, and reached out with the other, getting the jar candle from the table next to the bed. He blew it out and put it back on the table. Then, in the cool, soft darkness that enveloped them, he wrapped his big, strong arms back around in under Brad's chest, as he was still lying right on top of Brad.

Jack then rolled them around so that they were lying on their sides, with his cock still yet up Brad's ass. Jack held Brad so tight and yet so tenderly, with Brad loving how the big strong arms felt around him, and how the chest fur felt against his back. In the brief time it took for Jack's thick, exhausted, fully satisfied cock to finally soften and slip out of his lover, they had both fallen fast asleep, exhausted from the intense passions of this amazing day that neither of them would ever forget.

Several hours later, the yellow-pink light of dawn was slowly finding its way through the window and across Jack's king sized bed. The big, beefy officer awoke. Brad's even breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest told Jack that his new lover was still fast asleep. Brad had somehow rolled over a bit while they slept, so that he was now lying on his back, with Jack's big hand still on his chest. Nature was calling, so carefully Jack made his way out of the bed.

When he returned, he looked at how beautiful Brad looked lying there naked and asleep. It then occurred to Jack that in all their passion of the amazing day before, there was still one thing Jack had yet to do for his love. He had not yet taken Brad's entire load of creamy nectar. "I think I'll do something about that," Jack thought, grinning to himself as he crawled into bed and down between Brad's legs.

"What's that," Brad's sleeping mind thought, as he felt a warm, wet sensation between his legs, "Am I pissing myself?" His mind asked. Then, "No, wait, that's something else, Oh, that feels good..." Still sleeping, Brad began to slightly hump up into Jack's face. As pleasure built, it broke through sleep's bonds. Brad opened his eyes, and groaned in pleasure at the sight before him and the feelings it was causing him. There was his big sweet adorable guy, down between his legs giving him a good morning blowjob!

Jack glanced up when Brad groaned, seeing that he was awake. He pulled off Brad's cock for a second. "Good morning, sunshine!" Jack said with a smirk, and then swallowed Brad completely again.

In a matter of a few minutes of Jack's head-bobbing talent, Brad's balls were tightening as he moaned. "Oh, baby, I'm about to cum!" He warned Jack.

Jack took all four of Brad's heavy squirts, savoring their salty sweetness as he swallowed. He licked Brad clean then came up to kiss him. "Breakfast of champions!" Jack exclaimed, giggling.

Brad kissed him back and laughingly replied, "And good morning to you too, Officer! Did you sleep well, baby?"

"Oh, Lord, like a rock after that!" Jack turned tender and serious, "Oh, God baby. Last night was incredible."

"Yes, that it was," Brad replied seriously. "And I love you, and am looking forward to sharing a whole lot more with you, and not all of it in the bedroom." He then grinned mischievously and continued, "Well, maybe a good bit of it in the bedroom, after as completely fuckin' amazing as you were last night, but still," Brad teased as Jack laughed.

They showered together, and then dressed, Brad borrowing some shorts and a t-shirt from Jack that fit well enough, as all he had with him were last night's dress clothes. "You know, that's gonna look real cute with dress shoes and socks," Jack laughed.

"Oh well, I'm not worried about it 'til we leave, and then nobody but you is going to see me in my shorts and shiny shoes!" Brad replied, laughing.

They ate cereal together on Jack's couch, then cuddled and watched a bit of "The Today Show," and ended up talking quite a while. "Welcome to the forth hour of 'Today' on NBC, for this Wednesday, July 27, 2011. And now, here are Kathie Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotb," the announcer's smooth voice was now saying on the TV. By the time Kathie Lee and Hoda got up to their 10:00 am on-air antics (complete with flutes of sparkling pink champagne for this morning's edition!) Jack and Brad were both dreading having to part.

"I hate this worse than anything," Brad started. "But, I need to get home. Have to put some time in on the home-key data entry work that I do today, I can't miss another day after yesterday. Even though I set my own hours, I have a quota to meet for the week."

"I understand, and figured," Jack said. "Actually, I already told my Mom I'd be up to see her today, and take her out to dinner tonight."

Soon Jack was giving Brad a very long kiss goodbye as they sat in Jack's red Chevy in front of the Carson farmhouse.

"You know I'm off work until Monday," Jack started.

Brad playfully gouged him in the tummy, "And you know I expect to see you way before then!"

Jack laughed, "Speaking of. I know your folks are gone, what else is on your agenda for today besides the data entry?"

"Nothing really," Brad replied. "This is pretty much a farm in name only these days, we don't really do any crops or cattle or anything anymore since Dad retired. The hay's the only thing we fool with, and that doesn't need anything done until after they get back."

"In that case," Jack said with a grin, "I see no reason for a handsome man like you to sleep alone tonight."

"Is that a proposition, Officer?" Brad replied coyly.

"You bet your sweet ass," Jack replied with an evil grin. "I should be back from seeing my mom about 9:00 tonight. See you at my place then?"

"Count on it, big guy," Brad said. Another long goodbye kiss, and he was soon watching from the porch as Jack drove away.

Data entry was monotonous work, but paid well, and with the company's home-key program, Brad loved getting to work from home and set his own schedule. This also allowed him to help his mother with the house and his daddy with the hay, and whatever else might need doing around the place.

And now, Brad thought in delight, it'll allow me to have time with my big handsome man whenever he's free. Had it really only been not quite 48 hours since Jack had rolled up to ask about having Brad's dad run sound at the upcoming benefit? "Wow," Brad thought smiling in contentment, and remember the lovemaking of the night before, "Guess dreams can come true!"

Before he started working online, Brad went in the house and called his best friend, Bobby Jenkins, and told him all about Jack and everything that had happened between them so far, leaving out none of the hot details. Bobby said that he was so pleased to hear that Brad had now apparently finally found just the type of guy that Brad had been looking for, for so long.

Brad had already told Jack all about Bobby and their friendship, during their long talk on the way back from the dinner train. Jack said he sounded like he was a great best friend to Brad, and that he would like to meet him sometime. On the phone that morning, Bobby also said that he would look forward to meeting Jack the next time he had a chance to get down their way.

Later, while eating lunch, Brad turned on the kitchen radio, which came on playing Pleasant View's local classic country station. The station still did things the old school way, with local news and weather, a gospel hour and various other things throughout the day. At this time, a local Baptist preacher had a 15-minute program at the end of the gospel music hour. Brad didn't pay that close of attention to what time it was, or he would have either waited to turn on the radio, or changed the station.

Jack had started driving east on his hour and half drive to Annandale, where his Mom lived, and had flipped on the same station as he was passing back through Pleasant View. So, both men heard LeRoy Fawlkes, the short, grotesquely rotund, late-40s-ish, blonde-headed, blustering bigot pastor of the Victory in Jesus Baptist Church spewing forth his usual judgmental venom. They both got very pissed as they realized that today's sermon was one of old Leroy's standard shout-filled gay bashing tirades, punctuated with lots of breathy "Ah-hah's," and audible thumps on the pulpit, and replete with plenty of fire and brimstone.

"Jerks like him have never heard of a loving God of compassion," Brad thought, as Jack was thinking the same thing.

Right after Jack changed the station away from ol' LeRoy's blustering, he had to turn his truck radio down, as his cell was ringing. "Oh, Lord," Jack thought, "I hope that's not Chief making Justin do his dirty work to call me in again."

"Albertson." Jack answered.

"Hey, Jack," came the voice on the other end. "First off, no Chief is not getting me to do his dirty work, and no I am not calling you in," Justin said, reading the mind of his best friend. "In fact, this is my day off." This ended with a chuckle.

The voice on the phone belonged to Officer Justin Earheart, who as Brad and Jack had previously discussed, had become the Pleasant View Police Department's first openly gay officer a few years before. Justin was also the partner of Eric Jamison, head of accounting at the Fujitisiu Automotive plant.

"Hey, Justin, what's up man?" Jack asked the other officer, who was also his best friend.

"Where you at man, I hate to bug you during your vacation, but I want to fill you in on something while neither of us is at the station," Justin said, sounding serious.

"Uh, well," Jack replied, "I'm actually just driving through town right now. I'm on my way up to see my Mom in Annandale, going to visit with her and take her out to eat tonight. Why, what's up buddy, you sound a little upset?"

"Well, I hate to ask, if you are on the way to see your mom," Justin said. "But, could you maybe have time to meet me at the diner right now for some lunch?"

"Sure," Jack said, "I'd planned to stop for something on the way somewhere anyway."

Soon, Jack turned into the lot of the Ramblin' Rose Diner, the same place his truck had previously broken down, and home of the best hot lunches in Pleasant View. Jack walked in, nodded and spoke to a few of the regulars, and then saw Justin sitting alone in a booth way back towards the back. They said hi, and the waitress came over and took their orders.

Jack glanced at the other officer. Justin Earheart was undeniably anybody's definition of a hunk, Jack thought. Earheart was 38 years old, stood about six feet tall, was very muscular and athletically built, and had a deep cleft in his chin. Classic film fan that he was, Jack had always thought Officer Earheart looked like a cross between Robert Mitchum and Cary Grant.

There were two reasons, though, why Jack had not ever thought about pursuing anything romantic or sexual with his best friend Justin. Reason One - Yes, Justin was hot. (You'd basically have to be a dead eunuch not to think so, Jack thought!) But, he honestly just was not Jack's favorite type of man at all. Jack liked average looking, chubbier, farm boy-next-door types so much more than guys with stereotypical matinee idol good looks like Justin.

And, now Jack had found himself a great one of his type of guys, in Brad. And Reason Two - Justin was already taken, and by all evidence he and Eric were very much in love, and ridiculously happy with the life they shared in their home on the shores of the local lake. "Will me and Brad be like that someday?" Jack wondered silently, and felt a shiver of delight run down his back just at the possibility.

At the same time, Justin was undeniably sexy, and so was Eric in a totally different way. Jack knew that Justin and Eric had played with other guys together before, and Jack could not help but think at least a little bit about how hot that kind of thing had to be.

"Jack," Justin began, "I'm sure you are wondering what this is all about."

"You know I'm always willing to talk, and I can tell you need to, man," Jack replied, concerned for his friend and fellow officer. "You and Eric aren't having problems are you?"

"Oh, no," Justin replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, "nothing like that, we're great."

He paused, as the waitress brought their food, and then Justin continued, "I know you remember, Jack, all the shit that Lieutenant O'Reilly and Officer Hannity both tried to start when I first moved here and joined the force."

"Yes," Jack replied. "I remember how they acted like total redneck assholes when they found out you were gay and had moved here with Eric."

"They tried to give me a hard time, all right," Justin recalled. "But, as you know, the Chief walked in on them running their mouths and put a stop to it, and I thought that was that."

"Seems like they have chilled out, or at least shut up, about it ever since then," Jack agreed. "Well, I mean it seems like Hannity did at least, O'Reilly left to become a Trooper right after that, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Justin replied. "But, as you know, Hannity is still with us. I really thought he had either changed, or more likely, had just learned to keep his fuckin' bigotry to himself, after the royal ass-chewing Chief had given them."

"So, I'm guessing he has had the balls, and stupidity, to try to get in your face at the station again now, after all this time?" Jack asked incredulously as he took a bite of his burger.

"No, that's what really pisses me off, Jack," Justin explained. "I was on patrol last night, and happened to stop in at Billy Joe's Pool Hall."

Jack chuckled, and then said, "Did the good ol' boys play nice and put away their moonshine, marijuana, and mobile meth lab when you walked in?"

Justin had to laugh at that, "Nothing would surprise me in that dive, which is precisely why I make a point to drop in on them when I'm on patrol," he agreed.

"Well, when I walked in, there was Hannity. He was off duty last night, and was in there playing pool with some of the other rednecks. He had his back to the door when I came in, and was running his mouth to Billy Joe," Justin explained.

"What was he sayin'?" Jack asked.

"Oh, my God," Justin said, the veins in his neck throbbing and his fist tightening around his iced tea glass as anger flared at the thought. "He said, and I quote, 'Fuckin' faggots are a big part of what is ruining this country. It's bad enough that we have that Kenyan Muslim in the White House, but I have to be on the same police force with a damn queer, too.'"

"Oh, that sorry fuckin' bastard!" Jack exclaimed a bit louder than he meant to, causing some of the people toward the front of the diner to glance back towards where they were sitting. "Oh, sorry," Jack said. "But, seriously man, it is 2011, I can't believe a Neanderthal like that thinks he is fit to wear the badge! I mean you expect that sort of bullshit from the types that hang out at Billy Joe's, but Hannity is supposed to be an officer of the law, looking out for all people."

"Oh, I know it," Justin nodded. "Every time I start to get proud of how progressive Pleasant View is for a small city in this region, something like this happens, or I flip on the radio and hear that crazy LeRoy Fawlkes sending me straight to hell."

"Oh, God!" Jack replied with a nod and a roll of his eyes, "That bastard makes me sick. Him representing God is about like Hannity thinking he represents Pleasant View's Finest. And, back to that, what did you do when you heard him say that?"

"I kinda cleared my throat, and Hannity looked around. He'd been drinking, so he was ballsier than he probably otherwise would have been," Justin explained. "He actually had the nerve to say, 'And there's the fuckin' queer now!' right to my face Jack!"

"Shit man, what did you do?" Jack asked.

"Well, I didn't knock the hell out of him or shoot him," Justin said with a wry chuckle, "although I'd being lying if I tried to say that both didn't cross my mind for at least a second. I said, 'Luke Hannity, why don't you just go fuck yourself, because no one else sure as hell is going to'." At this Jack rolled with laughter. Justin continued, "I then said 'You know, I should arrest your sorry ass right here'."

"Good for you man," Jack said.

"Well, not really," Justin said. "All that lead to was Billy Joe and that redneck new husband of your ex's, Larry, both jumping into it. They started in with all the usual Tea Party shit about the evils of the liberal police state, and how free speech gave Hannity every right to say what he did in public. Oh, shit, Jack, sorry to bring up Larry," Justin added.

Jack waved the last part off, "Fuck Larry, or should I say Holly is more than welcome to, I'm not worried about them anymore. But, bro, I hate to say it, you know the dickheads are right about the free speech bit."

"Yeah, I know," Justin replied. "Hell, unfortunately even the Klan is protected by free speech so long as all they do is have a march in their stupid sheets and try to spread their racist bullshit, just as long as they don't actually do anything to anyone. But, it doesn't make shit like that any easier for the rest of us to have to hear, though."

"Well," Jack said, "I'm sure you have told the Chief about this."

"No, Justin said, "He was already gone home way before I got off duty last night."

"Man, I know it is your day off, but he needs to know about this," Jack said. "Hannity's balls will be nailed to the wall when Chief hears what he said to you in front of those rednecks."

"Actually Jack," Justin said, as he took the last bite of his sandwich, "I wish you were right, but think about it, buddy. It would be my word against Hannity's, Larry's, Billy Joe's and the rest of the rednecks who were in there last night. Chief would believe me, of course, but he wouldn't be able to prove anything enough to do anything to Hannity over it, though."

"Shit, bro," Jack said, "you know, you're right. I'll be watching that dickhead close for when he does fuck up on something Chief can get him on, from now on though," Jack said of Officer Hannity.

Justin agreed. "Shit, Jack, I'm sorry to bend your ear with all that and you on vacation and on your way to your Mom's."

"Man," Jack said with a smile to the other officer, "That's what friends are for. Besides, I told you, I was going to stop off somewhere for lunch anyway."

“Thanks, Jack," Justin replied. "One other thing though, and please keep this between us. One reason I don't want to say anything to Chief about what happened...well, I don't want to rock the boat, or make him feel like I'm more trouble than I'm worth on the force, or something. With this recession, Fujitisiu Automotive isn't doing too hot anymore, and, again, strictly between us, Eric is starting to get worried about his job."

"I understand, and that sucks about the plant and Eric's job potentially being in danger," Jack replied. "But, seriously Justin, Chief would never look at it that way, you have nothing to worry about there."

"Thanks again Jack," Justin said. He smiled as he realized that of course Jack was right, and the Chief would not be the type to ever want him off the force over something some other asshole started.

"So, what is new with you?" Justin asked. The waitress came to take away their plates and gave them some refills on their drinks. When she left, Jack replied.

"Well, you are the first on the force to hear this, Justin," Jack started. "You know that I haven't dated since Holly left me. Well, man, I've done a lot of thinking over the last year, and figured out some things about myself."

Justin looked puzzled as to where Jack was heading with this.

"I'm never one to beat around the bush, Justin," Jack said. "So, long story short, I never had a clue about it the whole time I was married to Holly, but gradually over the time since we divorced, I have figured out that I am gay."

Justin looked astonished. "Uh, you're - you're what?" He stammered.

Jack belly laughed, "You heard me, Justin. I'm gay, same as you."

"Well, Jack," Justin replied, "I would never have thought so, but thank you for feeling like you could come out to me before anyone else, though."

"Well, that is not just because you are also gay, Justin," Jack explained. "You've also, and much more importantly, always been a great best friend to me, man. I do have to tell you though, one other person, who is not on the force, does already know about me being gay."

"You've already told your Mom?" Justin asked.

Jack laughed again, "No, but that's on the agenda for my visit today, though."

"Oh," Justin replied, "who then?"

"Well, he's out and has been for a few years now, so I know he won't mind me telling you. Do you know Brad Carson, Allen Carson's son who is around our age? They live on a farm out on Route 17," Jack explained.

"Sure," Justin replied with a smile, "He's a really sexy guy too, actually. I don't really know him that much, but I've seen him around town some and we've said 'hi' a few times."

"Well," Jack said, "Brad and I have just started, um, seeing each other."

"Oh, I didn't know that!" Justin exclaimed with a big smile. "I don't know him that well, like I said, but the Carsons are great folks. I bet you have really got yourself a good man there, Jack."

"It has all come about really fast, Justin," Jack said. "And, I'm sure there's a lot more we need to find out about each other as it moves along and stuff. But, I sure do love him." Jack blushed a little, realizing what he had just said.

"Aww, Officer Albertson," Justin said teasingly, "I do believe you are blushing! But seriously, don't blush, though, buddy. I think it is awesome that you've not only figured out who you really are, but have found someone that makes you as happy as I can clearly see that Brad does, too."

"Thanks man," Jack said, grinning.

"Y'all will have to come have dinner with me and Eric sometime!" Justin exclaimed. Justin was very happy for his best friend, and he hoped that Jack and Brad's relationship would turn out to be as wonderful as was his and Eric's. That thought made Justin's heart race with warmth, and also made his cock twitch a little, as he was looking forward to the fun he hoped he would have with his man when Eric got home from work that evening. He also wondered if someday they might actually find themselves playing together with Jack and his new partner, as well.

"I'd like that, and I'm sure Brad would too," Jack said, about the dinner invitation.

Jack and Justin said goodbye out front, then Jack drove on up to Annandale, located in the mountainous eastern part of the state. While there, he and his mother Alice had a really long talk, in which he came out to her. Jack was relieved that as he had expected, his mother was completely fine with him being gay.

Not only that, she had actually seemed as happy to hear about him and Brad as Justin had been. They now had another dinner invitation, in fact. Jack chuckled, thinking that even if everything else between them had went so fast thus far, he still knew Brad would NOT yet be ready to play "meet the parent" with the eccentric, outspoken Alice!

Alice Albertson was indeed a bit of a free spirit, even if she was now 60 years old. Jack realized that probably had a lot to do with the fact that his Mom had pretty much been a hippy back in her younger days during the turbulent late-1960s. She always liked to joke, "I lived through the '60s, but I really don't remember much about them!"

That actually was probably true, Jack realized, although he had certainly never known the wilder side of his mother. By the time he was big enough to know what was going on, she was a single working mother of an only child, who had worked hard and raised Jack right. That had included instilling in Jack from an early age a very liberal outlook on life, based strongly on respect for all different kinds of people. That had been one of the very good things from her hippy days that Alice had always held on to through the years.

Meanwhile, Brad's day had gone by quickly, as he listened to music and some old time radio shows on his headphones while keying the data into the computer, after having logged in remotely to his company's data server. This allowed Brad to do the same work right out there in the country on the Carson farm that he had done when he actually worked in the company's office up in Rosemont, before he had moved back home.

Brad got a lot done that day, to the point that having took the day before off actually hadn't set him back that much at all on meeting his weekly quotas. Supper came and went, and as twilight was gathering, Brad got his overnight bag together and smiled as he walked out to the Mercury to drive into Pleasant View to spend the night with his big handsome man again.

As for Justin, he felt better and was actually able to enjoy the rest of his day off after having had his talk with Jack. He went home, did a little yard work, and was just getting out of the shower and walking naked into his and Eric's bedroom in their contemporary-style home that overlooked Pleasant View Lake when he heard Eric call from the foyer, "I'm home babe!"

"Come on back, honey," Justin called.

"Well, hello there!" Eric exclaimed huskily, as he looked up and down his hot, naked partner's ripped, furry body. Meanwhile, Eric was taking off his tie and starting to unbutton his dress shirt. "Looks like you decided to get comfortable, and I can't wait to get out of these dress clothes myself, either."

Justin laughed, "I haven't sat around naked all day babe, I just got out of the shower."

"Well, I need one, it was hot as hell in the office today for some reason, guess the AC was messed up," Eric replied. In a moment Eric was naked too. He was, in some ways, physically similar to Brad Carson. He was shorter though, standing about five feet, eight inches. Eric was a bookish, slightly nerdy guy with wire-rimmed glasses and short brown hair. He had a chubby build and a very furry body. In the cock department, though neither of them would ever know it, he was very comparable to Jack Albertson. Eric also sported a nice, veiny, six and a half inch long, very thick, beer can cock down there when it was hard, as it was now.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me," Justin said, giving his man's hard meat a playful tug. "How about I join you in the shower?" Justin asked Eric.

"Only if you promise to drop the soap, baby," Eric replied evilly.

Within a few minutes, Justin and Eric were fucking passionately in their shower. Even after the past few years together, Eric never tired of plunging his fat cock into that hot, tight, muscular ass, he thought, as he was doing just that, with Justin bent over, his hands on the rear wall of the shower.

"AH-UH, FUCK! OH, BABY! I LOVE YOU! FUCK! AH!" Justin was moaning, as Eric picked up the pace, and was now just fucking the hell out of him so hard and deep.

"OH, FUCK! HERE IT IS BABY, GONNA FILL YOU UP! AH-UH! FUCK!" Eric cried, as he came deep inside his man, as the hot water of their shower ran down over them. Meanwhile, Justin had blown an enormous load out of his nice seven inch cut cock all over the wall and floor of the shower in front of him.

Afterwards, once they had dressed and were having dinner at their table, and enjoying the gorgeous view of the lake they were lucky enough to have, Justin filled Eric in about Jack being gay, and about Jack and Brad being a couple.

"I hope they will be as happy together as we are," Eric smiled.

"I'll drink to that, baby," Justin said, raising his wine glass. “Maybe they will want to play with us eventually, too,” Justin added with a sly grin.

“Mmm,” Eric replied with a grin, “now that could be extremely hot!”

A couple of hours later back in town, Jack pulled into his driveway at 8:45 pm. He walked into his house and then gave Brad a call on his cell. Brad said he was done with work, and was just getting his stuff together to head over there.

After Brad arrived, Jack filled him in on all of the day's events, and they then spent the next couple of hours watching an old movie together while cuddling on Jack's couch. They had chosen the great 1945 film noir classic Mildred Pierce for their movie that night. Brad explained to Jack before it started that the movie, which was already one of Jack's favorites, was also considered somewhat of a gay cult-classic.

"That's mainly because gay men all seem to know Joan Crawford from the movie Mommy Dearest. There was a lot more to the real Joan, though, than just all that 'No wire hangers!' bullshit. To me, Mildred really shows what a great actress Joan was, and it was definitely her best picture," Brad said. Jack agreed with all of this.

"And you know, Jack," Brad said with a bit of a chuckle, "Bobby and I were talking on the phone earlier today about you, and I am sure that somebody has had to have told you this before, especially with the coincidence of your first names, but..."

"Yes, yes, I know," Jack said grinning, "Trust your Uncle Wally, Mildred!"

Brad cracked up. "Hey, that was pretty good, big guy," he said, referring to how Jack Albertson had slipped right into Jack Carson's voice when he said the "Uncle Wally" line from Mildred Pierce.

"I always get that every time I talk to anyone who likes old movies," Jack explained. "I just don't see it as much as everyone else seems to, though."

Brad said, "Well, you really DO look a whole lot like him!"

"I suppose," Jack replied, more than a little skeptical. "I'm inclined to think it is only that we both have black hair and blue eyes and are both named Jack. I sure as hell could never act as well as that guy did. You probably also are just thinking of Officer O'Hara in Arsenic and Old Lace." Jack concluded, referring to Jack Carson's hilarious playwriting police officer character in that other great classic movie.

"Well," Brad said with a grin, "He was straight, but I have to admit that I have always thought Jack Carson was the ultimate hunk of the old movies, so just take a compliment when I give you one and hush." He laughed, and hugged Jack a little closer there on the couch.

"Careful," Jack teased, "here you are thinking he was hot, but with his last name he might even have been a relative of yours for all you know."

Brad laughed again, "Not hardly, he was from Canada originally."

After the movie was over, they both got ready for bed. Soon, the lights were off and Jack and Brad were cuddling naked in the dark in each other's arms under the covers of Jack's king-sized bed.

"This feels so amazing," Brad said with a sigh.

"Yes, it sure does," Jack said, "I honestly never thought I'd get to feel this way about anyone again."

"Me neither," Brad admitted.

They started kissing, and soon things heated up. In a matter of minutes, Jack was once again going down on his baby.

"Uh, GOD!" Brad exclaimed, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you had sucked a cock before this week, Officer Jack!"

Jack raised his head off Brad and laughed, "Nope, not guilty as charged, but I'm sure having fun with this one!" With that, he went back to work, causing Brad to moan again.

At Brad's suggestion, Jack then swung himself around, and soon the lovers were enthralled in their first 69 with each other, with Jack humping down into Brad's hot mouth as he bobbed his head up and down on Brad's meaty rod again and again. After a good bit of this, Jack sensed that Brad was getting close, and so was he. But, Jack pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth, and raised his head up off of Brad's throbbing meat. "Something wrong, baby?" Brad then asked.

"Nothing at all," Jack replied with a grin, moving off of Brad. "I just have a better idea about where you can cum, that's all."