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Mr. Hansen Mr. Ravinka Part 3
Pete embraced me as he poked the last embers in the fire pit,
Echo sat at our feet. Everyone had left long ago, but we stayed to watch the
fire die. The evening air had chilled considerably, a fact I noticed when Pete
went inside. He returned with a bucket of water to dowse the embers.
"You looked chilled babe. I know just the way to warm you."
Pete cuddled me and directed me to the steps with Echo
following. We took the set that led to the master bedroom side of the deck, not
wanting to disturb Al, who had thought it best that he'd avoid driving in his
condition. I agreed to his decision, when I saw that he had driven his vintage
Corvette to the wedding. The fact that the Police Captain was in attendance,
made his choice easier.
"Allow me" Pete said, picking me up. "I'm carrying my husband
over the threshold."
"Gladly, there is no place I'd rather be, than in your arms."
Pete carried me through the door, closing it with his foot
after our pup scampered inside. He then laid me gently on our bed, laying right
"Who put that there," I said, pointing to my dad's surveying
"I did it while you were dancing with Kerry. Boy, your niece
is a sweet thing, and smart for her years."
"She's our niece now Pete. I think you described all of our
nieces and nephews. But I do have a soft spot for her."
I can tell, looks like she was telling you some secrets. Does
she know where the treasure is buried? She sure aced that scavenger hunt."
"She's our little explorer. We did share a secret or two, but
I made a vow not to tell."
"Well Mister, I made a vow to love you forever tonight, and I
vow to prove how much I love you right now. But first we need to take care of
Pete pulled me upright and slowly slid my vest off me. After
taking his own off, he walked over to the closet and carefully hung them. "Turn
on that light will you Kyle?"
The diffused glow of the bedside lamp illuminated Pete as he
slowly undressed. "You know Kyle; I was worried about the lack of curtains on
that window for our wedding night. But, everyone's gone, and Al is dead to the
world, so we are free to do as we please, and seeing you naked would please me."
With that, Pete dropped his trousers. I had forgotten that he
had gone commando, but as I saw his dick slowly rise, I was happily reminded.
He kicked off his shoes and bent over to take off his socks. "No, leave them
on, that would please me."
"So be it," he said with a sly grin. He approached the bed,
his dick throbbing as he neared. "Undo your waist, lift up that ass babe. Gotta
get you nekkid."
Rolf paced the candlelit loft of the converted church. "Damn,
he should be here by now. Is this what I have to look forward to dating a
policeman, waiting for my man, because duty calls?" he thought to himself.
The quiet tapping on the side door snapped him out of his
self-induced funk. He ran downstairs unconcerned about his nudity. "Boy,
Francis, you are a sight for sore eyes."
"Me? look at your naked self. I've spent the last few weeks
just thinking about being in your arms Rolf. Imagine how hard it was writing
those emails every day, knowing I would see you at the wedding, but I couldn't let
on. And even when I saw you, I didn't know what would happen."
"I didn't know you were coming either. But then I saw your
smile tonight, I knew I wanted you back."
"Prove it Rolf."
"You've got it." Rolf tugged Francis into his arms. His full
beard rubbed against Francis' five o'clock shadow as they kissed.
Francis slowly rubbed Rolf's shaved head. "I love it," he
said between kisses. His fingers danced down Rolf's furry back toward his ass.
The Captain grabbed a handful of butt-cheek, kneading it while he kissed his
lover. With his other hand he leaned Rolfs head back, then moved his full beard
so he could kiss his neck.
The hand on Rolf's ass ventured towards his hole. Rolf knew
what the night held in store. "I'm ready Captain."
"I am too."
I laid spread eagle on the bed. The bedside lamp was off,
only the stars and the half-moon illuminated Pete as he walked towards me.
"Gotta admit the socks are a sexy touch Kyle" he grinned. He shook his head for
a moment, then dove between my legs. "Ooh, we smell like smoke, maybe we should
I kissed his right cheek. "And remove this wonderful taste?
Not on your life."
"One smoked sausage, coming your way." Pete straddled my
waist and then started to inch his way forward. He laid his dick on my lips.
"This is just the appetizer."
Francis looked at Rolf who was sprawled on the bed. "You've
got a head start."
After cautiously placing his gun and holster on the night
stand, Francis frantically pulled off his clothes. He started by climbing
between Rolf's legs, then kissing his neck. "I love the smell of smoke, remind
me to take you camping sometime this summer."
"Definitely, just you, me, an air mattress and a tent? I can
make do without my CPAP for a week"
"Or we can take my camper and you can bring your CPAP, it's
up to you. I just want a chance to sit around the campfire and look at the
stars with the man I love."
Francis continued his tour down Rolf's chest, stopping at his
nipples for a taste, then spending extra time lapping at his belly button. Rolf
flexed his hard on, slapping it against Frank's salt and pepper furred chest.
The Captain looked up at Rolf. "Oh I'm getting to that; I'm getting to that."
"At your leisure, I'm liking where this is going Frank."
"I've been wondering since day one, just how do you take it
I wanted to respond, but my mom told me it was impolite to
talk with a full mouth. Instead I allowed my tongue to savor the tasty smoked
meat that was filling my throat. I looked up at Pete as he slowly thrusted in
and out of my mouth. I timed my breathing, allowing me to deep throat his appetizing
"You fucked me last night Kyle, it's only fair I return the
favor tonight. Get it nice and wet for your ass. Spit and pre-cum will be your
lube. I'm gonna rim that hole and have you primed."
Frank sat back on his haunches and admired the furry ass in
front of him. Rolf was still on his back, holding his legs up, offering his
lover his hole. Frank absentmindedly coated his dickhead with his pre-cum as
Rolf slowly flexed his anus.
"Who knew that a hairy man's hole could be so yummy looking.
I'm glad I saved room for dessert. How's your back feeling babe?"
Rolf pulled his legs closer to his prodigious gut. "Amazing.
I think this is helping me stretch my back muscles. I know the wine helped
relax them too."
Frank scooted forward on his knees and lifted Rolf's legs.
"Tell me if you are having any issues. I want to give my man pleasure, not
Rolf felt Frank's stubble rubbing his hole, the tongue
followed. "Oh yeah babe, who taught you how to rim? You are gonna have my butt
ready for that curved boner of yours."
Frank came up for air and held Rolf's ass open with his big
mitts. "I believe you did. You taught me so much about how to make love to a
man. Every time I was with a guy before, they serviced me. I almost forgot the
police motto. "To Protect and Serve." Believe me, I'm going to make that up to
you. Now where was I?"
"You were tonguing my hole, opening me up for that beautiful
dick of yours."
Pete looked up at me from between my legs. His beard was wet
with his own spit. "You're ready Kyle, how do you want it?"
"Spoon me Pete. I want to feel your body close to me, for as
long as possible. I need the feeling of your skin on mine. Lick and touch every
square inch babe."
He knelt back, slowly stroking his cock. "On your side Kyle,
show me that ass. Yeah pull your right leg up. Fuck Kyle, you're beautiful."
Pete laid beside me. I felt his chest fur on my back as he
caressed my right thigh. His tongue licked my earlobe as his thickness slid
along my ass-crack. A kiss hovered above the hot-spot at the nape of my neck as
his dick kneaded my rosebud. The shiver his kiss induced, allowed his entire
nine inches to enter me slowly.
"How are you feeling Mr. Ravinka?" Pete groaned.
"Amazing Mr. Hansen."
Frank looked down at the point where his pubes, met Rolf's
butt-fur. He was slowly grinding his thick curved dick into Rolf's hot hole.
"We're a perfect fit Rolf. At least I think so. Any regrets that I don't
measure up to your toys?"
"Why do I need those when I got your loving flesh and blood
filling me. In all ways possible I might add." The Captain slowly picked up the
pace of his grinding, subtly changing angles of attack. "Oh yeah, hot flesh and
blood beats cold silicone anytime, no matter how life-like the website promises
them to be."
Frank grabbed Rolf's rigid boner as he started to take longer
strokes. "Before the end of the night I want this in my butt. Every time I've
ridden my dildo lately, I've thought of you. I need the real deal tonight."
"Then you'd better hold back on your fucking. If you get me
over the edge, I might just shoot. And who knows how long my recharge time is
"Oh, I'm confident my ass and my dick can pull two loads out
of you. I'd bet my life on it."
The pace of our lovemaking was languid. His hands and tongue
were making good on his promise to explore every inch of my body. Pete felt
like an extension of my being as he slowly stroked into me.
Even our joking exchange of last names muddled the
distinction between us. We had never discussed changing surnames to one or the
other. However, our private exchange of names seemed appropriate. To the outer
world we were still be ourselves. In our own little enclave, I was suddenly
Kyle Ravinka, and he was Pete Hansen.
"Your dick has never felt better in my ass Mr. Hansen. Ohhhh f-f-f-fuck"
"And your body has never been this beautiful Mr. Ravinka."
Pete flexed his dick in my ass. He was still, just holding me, flexing his
dick. "Feel that Mr. Ravinka? I'm right where I need to be."
I felt him flexing. I realized the pulses tapped out 1-4-3. I
reached back and tapped out my own 1-4-3 on his furry butt. "Fill me up
whenever you want Mr. Hansen."
Pete hugged me tight as he started to hammer into me. "I like
being called Mr. Hansen, Mr. Ravinka. It lets me know that I am yours, and you
"I'm so damn close Frank. Give me that load. OH FUCK."
Francis thrust one last time, hitting Rolf's prostate dead
on. Rolf's first volley of cum splattered his large belly, reaching his full
beard. Rolf's anus spasmed, pulling Frank's thick load out of him. "Oh fuck
Frank, that was fan-effin-tastic. Well worth the wait." Rolf's smile was broad,
With his still-hard dick in his lover, Frank rubbed Rolf's
cum covered fur. He captured some on his fingers and brought it to his lips. He
slowly thrust into Rolf as he tasted his man's juice. He gathered more, frothed
it in his mouth, then leaned forward to share it with Rolf.
"I wish I could taste your load babe, but I like where you
left it. Maybe you'll get me pregnant. You know we'd make a beautiful son, but
I am not saddling him with Francis or Rolf as a name."
"Now Rolf, you know butt babies don't live. And as for
tasting my load, give me half an hour to recharge. I'm up for it if you are."
Rolf's dick thumped against his gut. "From the looks of it,
we won't need that long."
Pete's dick continued to flex in my butt as he held me. Echo
looked at us from his bed near the windows. Sensing that we were through, he
ran to the bed, jumped on it, and laid at my feet. "He's definitely your kid
Kyle. I guess that makes him Echo Ravinka now."
I wiggled my ass enjoying the feeling of Pete's warmth
filling me. Pete pulled me closer into his arms. "This Mr. Hansen, Mr. Ravinka
thing is just ours right?" he whispered into my ear. "It's not that I don't
want others to know my commitment to you, it is just..."
"I know what you are saying. What we did out there, was for
everybody else, what we do in here is for us."
Rolf stood at the urinal, shaking the last drops of piss from
his dick. He looked at Frank who was standing at the sink, rifling through the
medicine cabinet. "Can I borrow your razor? I want to clean up before we head
to this thing at the Diner. God, I can't believe we have to be up in five hours
for it. And I can't believe they invited me of all people. You, I understand
Rolf. Your ceremony was perfect for them."
Rolf went over to Frank and hugged him from behind, his gut
fitting perfectly in the small of Frank's back. "Any doubts about going Frank?
We can arrive in separate vehicles if that makes you more comfortable."
"It's okay, Kyle knows about us. By now, Pete probably does
"He's not the only one, that little darlin' Kerry knows about
you too. She saw us kissing. At least her parents raised her the right way and
she didn't get freaked out. She thinks you're handsome. Luckily I do too.
You're off this weekend, do me a favor and keep a razor away from your face."
"For you I will. You'll love the beard I'll grow when we go
"I love everything about you Francis. Especially the fact
that my CPAP machine doesn't freak you out."
"I miss that blasted device believe it or not. Its soothing
sound could have helped me on many a sleepless night lately."
Al stood in front of the mirror of the guest bathroom. He
quietly wrung the washcloth, then wiped the streaks of cum that covered his
gut. He was more exhausted than drunk earlier when he took the guys up on their
offer to stay over. But the dream about Rudy, and the lovemaking he heard from
the next room via the heating duct, woke him.
Looking at his crew-cut he knew the reason why Rudy was on
his mind. He had to admit it was narcissistic of him to think so, but he had
never looked hotter, or better, and Rudy's deft touch was to blame. However,
his ego was a good trait in the wrestling arena, but a deficit when it came to
finding the right lover.
Al wasn't sure if Rudy was the right man for him. Hell he
didn't even know if Rudy wanted a man in his life. But something about the
barber made him think this guy was his equal, ego played no part.
As Al looked in the mirror he flicked the fingers of one hand
over his flat-top, while he held his dick in the other. "Ready for round two
With Rolf's CPAP mask securely on, Frank pulled the down
comforter over their naked bodies. He then spooned his lover, connecting their
bodies once again. From his partner's pulse, he knew Rolf was falling asleep,
yet Frank struggled, wanting to remain awake.
The evidence of their connection was strong. It was in the
taste of Rolf's load that was still on his tongue, and the other one in his
ass. The quiet moments where words were not needed were as affirming as the frenzied
rutting as Rolf fucked him.
But as Kyle and more knew his secret, he wondered if he could
clear those final hurdles. In his sleep Rolf reached back and pulled Frank
closer. Suddenly he knew he could.
I awoke at six, still in Pete's arms. I quietly pulled free,
and went to the master bath to piss. "Mr. Ravinka huh?" I smiled to myself.
"Gladly" I thought.
We were expected at the Diner at nine, so I ensured the alarm
was set for eight, and went back to bed.
Rolf's eyelids fluttered as Francis looked down at him. "Hey
babe, I didn't mean to wake you. But I got a call from Jason. Duty calls. I
need to meet him at his house in a few. I made some of your coffee, I hope you
Rolf expertly removed his CPAP mask. "Well I'm up, and from
the looks of it so are you" Rolf winked. He had to admit, Frank had never
looked better. He was steadying himself against one of the posts of the four
post bed. His Duluth Police baseball hat was perched on his head and there was
a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. Then there was the single drop of pre-cum
clinging to his perfectly curved hard-on.
"I was watching you sleep, I guess my dick likes that. If we
had some time, I'd show you how much it does."
"Funny, I don't remember your dick being that big. Looks like
you've gained an inch handsome."
Frank patted his gut. "Between the stress, and working out, I
lost a little of my gut. What I lost here, I gained here." Frank shook his
dick, the pearl of pre-cum went flying. "I hope you're not complaining."
Rolf pushed down the sheets that covered his ball-gut and
absent mindedly ran his fingers through the fur. Frank couldn't miss the tent
that Rolf's dick made in the remaining sheets. "So you're telling me that if I
lose some of this, you'll get some more of this?" Rolf arched his dick, causing
the tent in the sheets to move.
"Don't you dare do that Rolf. That plump dick is mighty big
the way it is. I don't think I could handle it if it got bigger. `Sides, I like
that gut. I loved holding it last night. Damn Rolf, you look so tempting right
now I'd jump on and let you ride my ass, but I don't have the time. I gotta get
"You had time to put on the baseball hat. What's up with
"It's a habit I guess. Hard one to break."
"Well that is a hard one I don't want to break. Bend it a
little yeah, but not break." Rolf's laugh was hearty. "So are you gonna join us
at the Diner? I can handle it if you can."
"If we are done in time, yes. Don't save a place for me. I
will call you if I am coming. You don't mind that I hope."
"What the fuck is that noise?"
The clatter of the pots and pans from our deck woke us.
I looked up to see most of The Pack standing outside. "Damn
Pete, I think we are getting a shivaree. Remember the story Mom shared last
night about their shivaree?"
"D'ya mean they still do that?" Pete said as the pounding on
our door got louder. Pete quickly grabbed a robe, then went to the door. The
guys were still banging their pots, and more noise could be heard below.
Through the heating duct I heard the sound of the deck door
being opened in the next room. "What the fuck? Can't a man sleep?" Al yelled.
"Mom, The Cruncher is naked." Kerry's voice was unmistakable.
I heard a quick "Oops, sorry" from the deck, followed by a slamming
door. Pete threw my pants to me, then grabbed his own. I put mine on then found
a couple of shirts for the two of us.
"The coast is clear" Justin yelled down to my family. "They're
My family joined The Pack on the deck. Al who had found his
own clothes, joined us. "C'mon in guys" Pete said. We didn't expect this or we
would have gotten up earlier and not tried to sleep in."
"You shouldn't expect a shivaree, that's the fun of it" Kate
said. "You wouldn't allow us to give you gifts, but we have something to give
to you downstairs. We didn't know how to go about it until Mom told the story
last night. Believe me, this is my first shivaree, and probably last. However,
it has been fun, especially seeing your friend's wiener over there."
"Well I'll be damned Kate. I've known Al for decades, and
this is the first time I have ever seen him blush" Pete said. "I guess that
makes this my best shivaree too. If you'll allow us to get dressed for real
this time, we'll meet your downstairs for the surprise."
"Okay, deal," Kate said. "Mr. Cruncher, lead the way. It'll
be fun to follow that sexy ass downstairs."
The evidence was laid out on the kitchen table. One envelope,
the film package, the camera and pictures and negatives, and finally the box
were all there for the Captain to see. "I didn't have the strength to open this
last night Frank, I am afraid of what I might find."
"From the sounds of it, you suspect the same person I do. I'm
here for you Jason, go ahead and open it. It might help tie it all together."
Jason looked at the box. He didn't know the code for the
lock, but he had a hunch. He looked up at the Captain. "D'ya think he used?"
"You meant the world to him, of course he did."
Jason spun the dial, stopping at the numbers corresponding to
his birthdate. He could feel the tumbler respond to the numbers, and when he was
done, he felt the lock give way.
"Can you open this? I don't think I can."
"For you Jason, anything."
Frank opened it. The contents were few, but significant.
There were half a dozen baseball cards, a baseball signed by Mickey Mantle, a
gold ring, and oddly enough, a bar of soap. The last one baffled the Captain.
"I don't see anything that helps the case Jason, I guess this is a swing and a
miss. But he did leave you a few valuable items. Look at this."
Jason saw the Mickey Mantle signature immediately. He had
heard the story about the time his dad had been at the old Metropolitan Stadium
and got Mickey to sign a ball for him. "So nothing else of importance huh? Let
He yanked the box from Frank's hands. His face got white as
he held, then sniffed the soap. "Don't tell me" he said, then started to sob,
hiding his face from his superior.
There were about half a dozen small packages on the dining
room table. Patty spoke "Kyle and Pete, we know you requested no gifts, but
have you ever known us to follow rules? We will say that all of these gifts
cost us little to no money, so that follows the spirit of your request. Kerry
is the youngest, so she is going to hand them out."
The first one was marked from Kate & John. It was an envelope
with a traditional wedding card, the Mr. and Mrs. had been altered to become
Mr. and Mr. Inside was a computer disk with the title "Mom's recipes." Kate
explained. "I scanned her whole recipe box. Pete, maybe you'll have better luck
with her pie crust recipe than I have."
"Pie crust is Kyle's contribution; I think he already has
that down pat."
"Down Pat? I guess Patty goes next" Kerry joked.
She handed me a small gift-wrapped item. Opening it I knew
exactly what it was, a book from our childhood called "Rumpus." "I've been
looking for a copy of this forever. "Pete, this book was written about the
early days of my hometown."
"I found it at the flea market last year on the Fourth. I
hope you guys will be going there this year."
"We've already reserved the townhouse for them Patty. You can
have one of the other rooms" Rhonda said.
The gifts continued to be small, yet significant. The final
one on the table was about the size of a matchbox. "This is from us nieces and
nephews" Kerry said.
I opened it. It was the very first Hot Wheel I had ever
owned. I looked at the chassis. It still had my initials on it. "Where did you
get this? How did you find it?"
"Mom gave them to our family when the kids were small" Mandy
said. "All of the other cars were well played with, but this one was in perfect
condition. I knew there was a reason it was so immaculate, so I asked the kids
to save it for you. I forgot we had it, but they didn't."
I was close to tears as the kids hugged me and left me
speechless. Scott broke the silence. "Pete, sorry, we didn't have anything for
you, but we figured giving you Kyle is enough."
"More than enough Scott, Kyle already gave me my life."
Derek cleared his throat. "One last gift, and from what
greeted Justin and I last night when we got home, all I can say is, great minds
He nodded to the giftwrapped frame on the wall. I instantly
knew what was behind the giftwrap. I quickly tore off the wrapping, then put
our own copy of the iconic Minnesota print "Grace" back in its rightful place
on the dining room wall.
"Mom, that man looks like The Preacher. He's just a little
"Where is Rolf by the way?" I asked.
"He said he couldn't come out, but he will meet us at the diner.
I guess he had something important planned this morning."
"Well, that's done, I guess we can get on our way" John said.
"Not yet. Kyle and I have a special gift for our friend and
neighbor Charlie. Justin, make yourself useful and brew some coffee. Angelo,
want to join the three of us upstairs?"
Jason continued to cry. Francis felt helpless as he looked at
his protégé. He tried to comfort him, but the hand he placed on Jason's
shoulder was shrugged off.
"Now I understand, Now I understand. I'm gay just like my
dad? That's why he left me. And just like my dad I'll do the same to my son."
Frank tried to comfort Jason again. "You're dad's not gay.
That isn't why he left."
Jason knocked Frank's hand away, then pushed him off his
chair. He looked at Frank who was slowly getting up. "Don't lie to me Frank.
This soap is from the sauna. I now know why the smell was familiar. I'd smell
it on my dad when he'd tuck me in at night." Jason's voice got louder "Every fucking
time I'd smell it, he was probably getting his dick sucked or being fucked,
just like the faggot I am."
The Captain had to regain control of the situation. He closed
the door, assumed his power position, took a deep breath, then confidently said
"Don't say that Jason. You are not a faggot. I won't let anyone say things like
that about my best friend on the force."
Jason looked up at the Captain. His strong arms were crossed
over his powerful chest. "Best friend? Really? You are just lying to me."
"Jason, I don't mince words like that. I started off protecting
you, because I knew what your dad had done. But over the years I've grown to
love you like a son. I never could tell you the truth, because I didn't want to
shatter your feelings for your father."
"Just what did he do?" Jason caught his breath as the Captain
paced. "You owe me the truth."
"Jason, your dad did go to the sauna. But he would go to the
upstairs, private rooms. At first it was just to sweat it out, to collect his
thoughts. Then he had an affair just a few years before your mother died. He
used the sauna to meet up with his girlfriend. She was married too, so they
would steal away to the sauna. He wasn't proud of it, but he was coping with
your mom's cancer at the same time."
"I barely remember those years; I think I blocked them out. I
don't even think I went to see mom at the hospice."
"Oh you did, and so did your father. When your mom died, your
dad cut it off with his woman. Then he started drinking. You'd spend more and
more time with your grandparents, it was just a formality when your dad left."
"So what does that have to do with this case? What does this
have to do with the Mad Dildoer of all things?"
"If you have a few minutes, I'll fill you in on my theory."
"Rudy, why don't you join us, I am sure the guys won't mind.
They have the whole back room reserved, I got here early I guess."
"I dunno, I didn't even attend the wedding."
"You were there in spirit thanks to this." Rolf rubbed his
shaved head then lowered his voice. "My man loved it, couldn't keep his hand
off my head or my beard. By the way, did you have any luck with the dildo?"
"Jeez Rolf, I don't know if I am comfortable discussing this
in a public space."
"Excuse me gents, are you two with The Pack wedding party?
We're ready to start seating you."
"Why yes we are. C'mon Rudy, follow the young man."
Frank left Jason's bungalow, still a bit perplexed. Jason was
troubled by what he had learned, and yet they were no closer to finding
answers. Maybe his hunch was wrong, and there was something to what Derek discussed
`round the fire-pit. It couldn't be pure coincidence that Derek knew of a
Duluthian who was systematically throwing away sex toys.
Right then his major concern however, was Jason's well-being.
He had never seen him break down like this before. All those years trying to
shield him from his father's infidelity, came crumbling down with a simple bar
of soap. Fortunately, he had recovered his composure enough that when Ashley awoke,
Frank felt he could comfortably leave.
Jason looked so natural touching Ashley's baby bump while
they perused the pictures. Frank could easily see him being a better father
than Jason's own father had been to him.
"I want to sit by the Preacher Man."
"M'name's Rolf, Kerry. All my good friends call me that."
I laughed at Rolf knowing he was fighting a losing battle.
Kerry had latched onto him, for better or worse. I nodded to Rudy. "Glad you
joined us. I wish I would have made it clear you were welcome at the wedding."
"I know Kyle, I know. I had a previous engagement."
I sat to the right of Rudy, then watched as the next wave of
our group entered the backroom. I was hoping that I would see Frank, but he
hadn't arrived. Unfortunately, Rolf was hemmed into the corner with no
opportunity to sit by Frank, when and if he arrived.
I felt the weight of a man's hand on my shoulder, then saw
the familiar white furred forearm of Al reach across the table. "Rudy, glad you
could join us. Put it here, I gotta thank you for your haircut, I've gotten
tons of compliments"
"That's one fine haircut if I do say so myself. Have a seat."
"I believe I will if the young lady will allow."
Kerry blushed, then stood and whispered in Rolf's ear. Rolf
"She said it's fine if you join us, as long as you mind your
language and keep your clothes on. Just what does that mean Al?"
"I got awakened quite early this morning by some loud
banging. I forgot I was naked until too late. Will you forgive me darling?"
"I'm watching you" Kerry said signaling with her two fingers.
"My Uncle Pete's a wrestler, and he will take care of you if you get out of
"I'm a wrestler too `lil one. But Uncle Pete and I no longer
wrestle each other, we're best buds. And I would never do anything to hurt him,
or you. So I apologize for my language, and how you saw me earlier. Do you
accept my apology?"
Kerry offered her hand across the table "Deal Mr. Cruncher."
"Can this day get any better?" Rolf smiled. "My new best bud
just made the biggest blowhard in the history of pro wrestling, apologize." He
winked at Al. "Good on ya, m'man. She's a wise one, this one."
"It will get better when I have their huevos rancheros in
front of me. I've been thinking of their huevos all morning," Al said.
"I've been thinking of huevos all morning too" Rolf said
under his breath.
I chuckled as Kerry pulled him down to her level, and
whispered. "Oh that's the Spanish word for eggs, see there on the menu "Huevos
Rancheros. It's on the spicy side if you want to try it."
"I want the waffles and strawberries. Mom won't let me have
sweet stuff like that at home, but since we are on vacation. It's okay." Kerry
pulled Rolf down again. He listened intently, then looked up. He then whispered
to Kerry. Though he tried to be quiet, I couldn't help but hear "Yes he is
little one. Yes, he is."
Carl noticed our newest guest too. "I've saved a seat over
here Frank. Come join us."
Jason sat alone in his booth at McDonald's. "Mind if I join
you for a second? It's my last day, can you believe it?"
"Sure Caleb, sit. I thought you had another week."
"I got all of my shifts covered. Gonna start working for
Randy on Monday. I couldn't refuse his offer and it means I may be helping you
down the line. Got any cases you need help on?"
"Just one, and it's a big one. I can't tell you the details
yet. But tell me this Caleb. What would you do if everything you thought you
knew, was a lie?"
"There are truths in almost every lie. Look for the truth."
In his peripheral vision Jason saw a familiar lifted truck
drive through the parking lot. "Damn, what's the truth in my own lies?" he
thought to himself.
"I can't do it Chase; I just can't do it. He's in there, I
saw him, I just can't face him."
"It hurts him too Bub. Bro, that man saved my partner's ass.
I respect him for that, and I also respect him because I know he loves you.
We'll figure it out one of these days."
"Oh fuck, I hope so Chase. But today just isn't that day.
C'mon, I'll treat you to the Diner."
"Hands off bro. Just cuz I support you doesn't mean I am
gonna join you at the sauna. You do that on your time."
"I'm talking `bout the real diner, the one on the 27th
exit. And hey, how'd you know about the other name for the sauna?"
"Sean mentioned it when we were doing our stakeout up at the
rest stop. He had read some online boards about where men hook up, as part of
our research. I wondered why they called it the diner, and he said "All you can
eat." Chase shook his head. "Boy, you gay guys sure have a code for
As he drove, Bub stuffed his dark blue handkerchief into his right
back pocket. He didn't feel like explaining that one to his brother. "You're
just skimming the surface Chase, you have no idea. Breakfast is on me brother.
Then I am taking you to the sauna, at my home I might add. I think it's time we
sweat it out and get to know each other better."
Al poked the yolk of his huevos rancheros. "Look at all that
creamy goodness darling, are you sure you don't want a bite?"
"Ewwwww, I'll stick with my strawberry waffles. Right Rolf?"
"I'm glad you are calling me by my name and I am tickled I
went with your suggestion. These are tasty." Rolf stabbed a strawberry, then stuffed
it in his mouth with a wink and quick lick of his upper lip. I didn't require
my Dad's surveying transit to know who the wink was for. I looked over at Frank
who was listening intently to Carl, yet smiling back at Rolf. Of all of the
romances within our little group, this one struck me as the most wrong, yet
The Captain's own breakfast was simple. He polished off the
two eggs, bacon and home fries quickly, while others took their time. "Excuse
me" he said as he rose from the table. "Gotta check in with someone, I'll be
I saw him pacing outside as he talked on his phone. When he
was finally done he stuck his head in the side door. "Justin, Derek, Got a
minute?" He motioned for them to join him. They were huddled close together, it
seemed like they were almost embarrassed by the Frank's questions.
Inside my family was planning a trip up the shore to
Gooseberry Falls. "Can you join us Al?" I asked.
"Can't" he said curtly. "Working on my newest acquisition.
Damn, this puts me in a bind. I rode here with Charlie and my car's back at
your house Kyle. I don't want to put anyone out."
"I could drive you out there." Rudy had been silent for most
of the meal, so his offer was unexpected.
"Really? You'd do that for me? I'll give you directions on
how to get there."
Oh I've been to Pete's house. It's been a while but I know
how to get there. I used to cut his hair."
"So you're the barber Pete has told me about huh?"
I couldn't figure out what was going on in Al's mind, but I
had a feeling it wasn't good."
Derek and Justin rejoined their table as Frank got back on
his phone. Our little breakfast was getting more and more curious.
"Okay Captain, I'll check the roster. I got the books from
Thursday's game, at my home. We can bring him in for questioning on Tuesday."
"Fuck" Jason thought to himself, another lie, another truth.
He recognized the name of the man the captain had asked about. He was the
shortstop for their Thursday night opponents. He didn't recognize him at first,
but as the game ended, the shortstop looked him in the eye, and wiggled his
index finger against Jason's palm during the post-game handshakes.
The hot shortstop was the first man Jason ever fucked, the
guy he tag-teamed with his father-in-law. Jason had heard the little variation
on the handshake was secret code that gay men had used to identify each other.
"How am I going to be able to interrogate this guy?" Jason
muttered to himself. He would have to beg out somehow. Then he remembered what
he saw in the woods the night before. The Captain had his own secrets he was
hot being honest about.
Charlie tapped his water glass with his fork. "Before we head
up the shore I have an announcement. Through the generosity of Kyle and Pete, I
have enough of a down payment to buy the farmhouse from them. I know this is
late notice but Angelo and I invite you all over for a barbecue in what will be
officially our home."
"Damn Charlie that's great news" Fred said. "Is that what
Pete and Kyle talked to you about earlier?"
"Yep they've been putting aside my rent payments. Between
that, and the little nest egg that Angelo and I have saved, we should have
enough. It just shows what kind of difference it makes when someone believes in
you. I think we all owe Kyle for that.
"Oh don't make Kyle to be some sort of Mother Theresa" Scott
joked. "I grew up with him, he's no saint."
"Has he ever told you his Mother Theresa story?" Charlie
said. "I'd repeat it but it's not meant for young ears. Anyway, back to the
barbecue. I will accept no excuses for missing it. It's Memorial Day weekend,
and you're all staying through Monday."
"Wouldn't miss it Charlie. I left my sound equipment in
Pete's garage maybe I can tote it down and do some Karaoke," Brent added.
"You can count me in too, as long as my little friend Kerry
will be there" Rolf interjected. "Maybe we can convince the Captain to do his
version of "Ring of Fire. It's legendary in West Duluth. In the meantime, let's
get this caravan moving. Who's riding with me?"
I couldn't resist. "Frank, why don't you and Rolf take Kerry,
I think she'd like that." As we split up driving duties I grabbed the bill.
While paying I noticed Bub who I had known from the sauna. He was sitting with
a younger, furrier version of himself. I walked over and offered my hand. "Hey
Bub, great seeing you. This must be your brother."
"My name's Chase. I am his younger, handsomer brother."
"Ah, Frank told me about you. Thanks for your help last
night. Not a single guest knew what went down."
"Great to hear that. I hope I run into you again, but not under
As I turned I heard Bub say "What was that all about?"
"We can talk about it later."
"You haven't said a thing in the last five minutes. Come to
think of it, you really didn't speak much at the diner."
"I was just drinking it all in. I don't think I have ever
seen any group like that before. You gotta remember being a barber is a lot
like being a bartender. The best ones learn how to listen."
"Well I listened too for once, and something has me confused.
You say you were Pete's barber when he was a wrestler. How come I didn't know
As Rudy took the road to Pete's place he explained. "No one
knew. It was during the time where Pete was injured and they tried to make it
look like he was back in Russia, fighting the cold war. You have to remember
"Oh, I've heard stories, I'm just confused. Maybe I'm just
Rudy parked his truck beside Al's Corvette. "Well, I guess
this is goodbye. I'll see ya later.
Al looked at Rudy. "Are you doing anything this afternoon?
I'd love to give you a ride in the `Vette and then show you my latest project
car. Why don't I follow you to your shop where you can drop off your truck? We
can then head to my place cuz I need to shower and change. Then we'll take the
Vette out to my shop."
"I think I'd really like that Al."
"It's a deal." Al said a hand came down on Rudy's thigh,
lingering a bit longer than Rudy expected.
Rudy watched Al walk towards the vintage `Vette. His ass
looked amazing, even in the dressier slacks he was wearing. There was a quick
wink back to him as Al somehow wedged his large frame into the small sports car.
"What did I get myself into?" Rudy thought to himself."
"I got him dead to rights," Al mused to himself. That guy did
have a boner for me when he cut my hair the other day, and probably had one for
Pete too. Pete told me he played with the hairdresser they hired while Pete was
on hiatus. All along Al thought it was a woman, but Rudy was all man.
Al groped the hard-on that was chubbing up between his thick
thighs. "Yeah boy, I'm gonna get you some. Rudy wants me. That was a bona fide
boner he had the other afternoon. He'll be easy to get. I'll come out of the
shower, all dripping wet. He'll be on his knees in no time."
Al spent most of the drive lightly teasing the thick dick his
dress slacks did little to contain. It would be an easy seduction. The `Vette
would do half of the work, the shower, the rest. He parked behind Rudy and
idled his engine, waiting for Rudy to join him.
Al tried to conceal his hard dick as Rudy ducked his head
into the passenger window. "Just gonna grab a few cigars, in case you want to
enjoy one of my favorites."
"Piece of cake" Al thought. "He'll be chomping on a cigar,
then my dick."
The seduction was well thought out in Al's mind until Rudy closed
the door on his Barber shop. In a split second Al realized that Rudy was
something more than just a quick blow job. Their professional relationship
could be damaged easily. And dammit he was tired of blow and go, one night
stands with either sex. He realized that he was emotionally connecting with men
lately, and the man who emerged from the Barber Shop was the man he most wanted
to connect with.
Al reached over and unlocked the door of his car, then killed
the idling engine. When Rudy was comfortable in his seat Al gingerly put his
hand on Rudy's knee. "Rudy, I'm really going out on a limb here, but. Umm, umm.
Damn I don't know how to say this."
"It's okay Al, I think I know. Just drive, we can talk. I can
listen. It's my job, you know."
"So what was the cryptic message back at the diner? Just how
do you know Kyle?"
"How do you know Kyle, Bub? Other than the "other diner" I
"You go first." Bub looked at his younger brother. Sweat
slicked down the fur on his chest. His plump balls forced his penis to lay to
the side. Bub himself was a shower, and a grower, Chase, was a grower, not a
shower. It felt natural to spend naked time with his brother in his new sauna.
He had built it for Jason, but Chase would have to do for now.
"It's official business Bub. You can read it in the matters
of record section of the paper in a few weeks. But I can tell you that I helped
your lover Jason, and his boss FC keep some undesirables from crashing Kyle's
"Ugh, don't mention Jason, please."
"Why? Give me a reason."
"Because this happens." Bub pointed to his Frankenstein's
Monster of a dick.
"Damn, that's even bigger than I remember. Jason's a great
guy who also must be a magician to make that disappear."
"Now what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Don't expect me to help you, even if I was into guys, you're
my brother. Ewww. But, I have an idea. Follow me, last one in the lake is a
Chase threw open the door of the sauna and ran towards the
lake. Bub pushed him aside at the last moment, beating him to the cold water.
Bub screamed as the water hit him. He emerged and looked towards shore, where
Chase was doubled over laughing. "Who's the flaming homo now?" Bub taunted.
"I'm not the one with the hard-on bro."
Bub started walking ashore. "Neither am I now. Damn you
Chase, you tricked me. Didn't cha?"
"I sure did." Chase put his arms around his naked brother.
They walked to the sauna where they retrieved their clothes then sat on a
nearby bench and slowly put them on. "You know Bro, Jason is quite the cop. I
know he loves you." Chase shook his head. "But damn, that is all I can think of
after seeing that dick of yours. Damn! If he can handle that, you gotta win him
Rudy ran his hands over the curved dashboard of the Corvette.
"It's not just the power of these cars, it's the beauty, isn't it? That's why
you like them."
Al mulled it over. "I guess you are right, I never thought of
it that way. It's the best of both worlds, power and beauty. Maybe that is why
I am bi. I can appreciate both."
"Al, I didn't think I was bi `til recently. But a friend
helped me see the beauty in the power. Correct me if I am wrong, but you like
your women to be tiny, curvy things, but you like the men you play with, to be
"You're right so far, go on."
"Al, I'm the same way. But lately, Damn Al, I dunno if I can
put this into words. But, lately I've found I can't connect with women, but
when I'm around a masculine man, I see the beauty in their masculinity. Anyway,
dammit Al, all I can think about is being with a man. And the guy who is
driving this piece of American Muscle is the man I think about. Now you can
stop this car right now and throw me out, but I have a feeling you are thinking
the same way. But I don't want to blow it."
"I don't either Rudy." Al smiled quietly. "Well I do actually
want to blow it, but well, you know what I mean. I want to build something of
this. I want to have someone I can wake up with and spend a lazy Sunday with. I
want some-one, not some-thing if you get my drift."
"Listen Rudy, I do have to change. My house is just up the
block. I'd love to have you in. You can make yourself comfortable while I take
a shower, cuz damn, I need it. We can take that ride I promised you. We can go
to my shop and see my new project car. But most of all, I want to make a day of
it. I want to get to know the man who is making me feel something I've never
"Is this a date Al?"
"Damn, Rudy, I think it is."
Al parked his car in the driveway of his Denfeld neighborhood
home. "This is your home? I never would have guessed." I've always liked the
architecture. It's a bit gothic, just like the high school."
"C'mon inside, excuse the clutter." Al opened the heavy wood
door and gestured for Rudy to enter. "Make yourself at home. The kitchen's
through that archway, grab yourself a beer. Check out the library. It's a good
place to sit while I shower."
Rudy chose a beer, then made his way to the library while Al showered.
The house was not so much cluttered, as bursting at the seams with books. At
first he thought the living room was the library since it had a prominent
bookcase, and no TV. Then he saw the small room off to the right. It had floor
to ceiling bookshelves with books stacked haphazardly.
When Rudy looked closer he realized there was a system to
each stack. Automotive books dominated one shelf, vintage art books another. He
could see the stack of local interest books and the ones concentrating on the Great
Lakes. Intrigued by the name on the cover, Rudy picked a small green book from
one stack, then sat on the oxblood leather chair.
It was the story of pioneers in a small northern Minnesota
town. The first few pages drew him in. He sat reading, sipping the beer. It
barely registered when Al entered the room.
"I see you found "Rumpus." You know it's funny, that is one
of the gifts, Kyle's family gave him today."
Al stood before him. Rudy was accustomed to seeing him in his
uniform of a white t-shirt, boots and tight denim jeans. But this time Al's
shirt was a buffalo checked, button down, his slacks, khaki. Even his Bass
Weejuns were unusual for the former wrestler.
"Al, you are full of surprises today. I never would have
"You keep saying you never would have guessed. Tell me, why
did you pick that book?"
"I'm not sure. I liked the vintage color of the cover, I like
the title. "Rumpus" promises a good time."
"You judged a book by the cover huh?"
"Good point. But when I looked inside, I saw something
different. Al, I have a question if I can ask. I see no TV, do you own one? And
why are there no pictures of your wrestling days? Pete has his wall of shame.
Why don't you?"
"Oh I have a TV, but it's in my downstairs bar, and mainly
used to watch the ballgame, and sometimes for porn I'd hate to admit. But as
for your second question, this is my house, my place to get away. I'm The
Cruncher, everyplace else, but here. Here I am Al."
"Well, there is no game on today, are you up for option two?"
Rudy chuckled, then stood. For the first time he realized he had at least three
inches on his wrestling idol. He walked towards him. "I'm kidding buddy. But I
gotta tell you, Al is the man I want to get to know, and if I may, kiss."
Without permission Rudy grabbed Al, angled his head, and
"Slow down Rudy. I don't think I've ever said this before,
but slow down. I want us to take our time. I want to get to know you. I want
you to see who I really am. And when we finally make love, I want to please you
in all the ways you want, and need to be pleased. And I want you to do the same
"In the meantime I see you have barely touched that beer. We'll
take that ride I promised you. Then when we get back I think I have a nice
bottle of wine we could share while I grill some steaks in the backyard. Then,
we can bust out those cigars you promised. After that, who knows" Al lifted his
"Yeah, who knows. I'd be fine with the who knows, but I'd
also be fine having a beautiful man like you take me home, giving me a kiss
goodnight and the promise of another date. But if the "who knows" happens, so
be it. I would be ready, believe me."
"Me too sexy." Al kissed Rudy lightly on the lips. His face
glowed as he turned towards the kitchen. "Let me go find that bottle of wine
and put it on ice. We got all afternoon to spend together."
"And all night" Rudy thought, as he saw Al's thick butt walk