Date: Wed, 07 Oct 2020 23:19:05 +0000
From: wantadad1080@protonmail.com
Subject: What Comes

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What Comes

Sgt. Daniels was new to Anderson, Minnesota. He previously worked at an
office in Chicago but moved out to the countryside because he enjoyed the
quiet from when he was a kid. No need to watch his back when getting to his
car. No need to live around rowdy thugs and barking dogs. No need to hear
friends and family talk about his wife's accusations. Instead he could live
a normal life, parked behind trees waiting for someone to ticket.

Although this life was now more peaceful in his early 40s, he felt in some
ways it was more demanding. Cops in these parts and people for that matter
were much more social than he anticipated. In a strange sense, he missed
the ability to be alone in a cubicle. That's why highway patrol in the
middle of nowhere was the first thing he went for.

The precinct he was a part of wasn't very pushy with getting tickets in at
the end of the month. Housing didn't cost much either so Daniels could
almost get by watching nature on his own every day. Except when a hothead
would race a Tesla or a soccer mom's car would break down. Of course there
were other reasons Daniels moved but more of that later.

It was a Friday afternoon and he'd just finished wiping the remains if a
Big Mac from his new stache and belly when he got a call to go to an oil
drilling station in the forest. Apparently some teens were reported doing
graffiti the night before. In order to get there he had to take an exit
from the highway and turn 120 degrees onto a dirt road. After 5 or so
minutes he was greeted by the foreman. It was black spray paint on the
fence, making out some indistinguishable word. He recorded it and asked the
foreman to report it to the precinct later.

At 5 PM on the way back, the dirt road had a small cul-de-sac split off
shaded by trees where a seedy-looking bathroom was. Daniels didn't need to
go, but he noticed a black SUV parked by it that looked too clean to be a
work truck. In honesty he was a bit frightened to approach it, so he just
stopped his car a bit past the fork so he could see behind the trees. Maybe
he watched too many CSI episodes and didn't want anything like that.

From his comfort, Daniels recorded the license plate. A Wisconsin
driver. But as he wrote it down the car seemed to rock slowly left and
right and Daniels had a feeling he found those teenagers. Though maybe it
was fear, he couldn't help but sympathize that they had no privacy anywhere
else. He chuckled to himself and waited with a partial hardon finishing his
French fries and diet Dr. Pepper. The car didn't shake dramatically, they
were at least humble about it.

When the shaking subsided, the left back door opened and out came a man
with short salt and pepper hair. His suit was undone and ruffled but still
on him. Daniels suddenly realized this must be an adulterer, cheating on
his wife.

The man's half-hard cock dangled as he turned to look around. He seemed to
spot Daniels' car and looked at it like a watchful owl. His thin nose
hooked towards his slightly agape mouth; circles around his eyes seemed to
outline his stress. Daniels' car windows were tinted but he seemed to share
this man's anxiety. Clearly he should've gotten a motel or something.

But Daniels stayed firm in his seat and the man spoke something to his
mistress. After another minute his body seemed to relax and he spoke again,
though his eyes sprinted to the edge of the brush behind Daniels' car,
continually monitoring if the cop had left and would come back to his car.

Out from the open door, a pair of the palest and smoothest legs Daniels had
ever seen slid outwards and raised themselves up. The man licked his hand
and primed his welcome. An equally smooth and small prick between the boy's
legs pointed up to the canopy. Daniels knew very well what he now was
seeing and cracked open his door in reflex. But his own cock rose along
with the man's.

The man aligned himself and slowly disappeared within the boys behind. A
small yelp echoed out but sound returned to the rush of leaves and the man
bent his knees and sunk in and out, still ever watchful. The boy's hands
reached out for his unbuttoned chest as the man's eyes dipped ever so
slightly, plunging no doubt to a shared pleasure. Soon his watchfulness
waned and his head disappeared within the car to receive rewarding kisses.

His body seemed to embrace the youth as his back half continued to work in
mid air. The boys legs wrapped around pulling him in. There were no grunts
as he slowed down, making some final deep thrusts until both were still,
except for the white hands that caressed his tanned back. Both continued to
lay there gracefully, having plated a paternal bond.

Daniels' heart raced, now watching them how the man watched for him. He
unclicked his seatbelt and slid quietly out of the car. As the master was
still inside the boy, Daniels gradually made an approach. The man
practically yanked himself out, hiding his head as he pulled back his worn
cock and hastilly zipped up. The boy's legs slid back inside and the door
began to close before Daniels made a confrontation.

"Sir, I'm gonna need you to step away from the car." He said calmly. The
man was bright pink and sweaty, tears blended in. He fell to the gravel,
hands hiding his face. Daniels approached the door and saw the boy sitting
quietly by the right door in a loose t-shirt, staring forward, having made
no effort to redress. "Where do you live?" The boy's head dropped to this
and turned to him.

"Not far." Daniels nodded and turned around to the man.

"What's your name?"

"Allen Grossman." He said, easing from his sobs. Daniels gently pulled the
man to his feet and leaned his back against the car. He pulled out his
notepad to record.

"Allen, can you give me your address and phone number?" Allen complied. "Is
this correct?" The man nodded, seeming more tired than sad. Daniels asked
the same of the boy. His name was Ian Pavlik. He turned back to the
man. "How do you know each other?" Allen hid his face in answer.

"He's, my client's son." Daniels finished writing and put his hand on
Allen's shoulder. Allen looked at him and Daniel nodded, pulling him in for
a hug. He handed him the notepage.

"Allen, this is my number. You need to be more careful." Allen burst into
tears and the boy scooted forward. Daniel looked at him. "You swear to God
you won't tell?" The boy smiled widely and shook his head. He turned once
more to Allen as the boy hugged the man. "Take this boy home."


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