Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 21:01:34 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Gut Feelings - chapter 10

GUT FEELINGS


These introductory comments are for my American readers.


The presidential election is less than a month away. There are only two
men who have any chance of winning that election - Al Gore or George
Bush. Nader is a spoiler, nothing else. Al is a bit flawed and definitely
boring. George has as his senior political advisor Ralph Reed, the cute,
friendly, boyish former head of the Christian Coalition (and Pat
Robertson's Josef Goebbels).

Al Gore, however, does have the training to step in directly to lead the
strongest, longest streak of economic growth that any economy in recorded
history has ever shown. He supports gay/lesbian rights to legal equality.
And, so far, we haven't seen him play dirty in this election.

George, on the other hand carries with him the personal support of Pat
Robertson and the Christian Coalition. We have had the chance to see him
turn to the preacher/wannabe fuehrer to pull his nuts out of the fire
after his substantial loss in NH (Robertson and the religious right
started a rumour campaign against McCain in SC that included telling
people that McCain had a bi-racial child <he has a Vietnamese adopted
daughter>). The Robertson effort was very under the radar and very
effective among the less-educated voters who make up his neo-fascist
movement and the Republican party in the South.

This election is important on a number of fronts - do you want an economy
that continues to grow or one that is thrown back into the grow and burst
cycle that Bush's dad and Ronnie the B-movie actor gave us? Do you want
up to 3 supreme court judges appointed in the next 4 years who will make
decisions on gay rights, women's reproductive rights, guns, hate crime
legislation, etc, based on law or on what Pat Robertson says are his
conversations with God? Do you want gay acceptance (legal and social) to
continue to spread or do you want that acceptance rejected on the federal
level? Do you want federal officials appointed who are favourable to the
law or who are intolerant, close-minded bigots?

If you vote for Bush, stay home or vote for Nader, you effectively vote
for Bush and the Robertson agenda for America. You'll have yourself to
blame for the first recession to hit America in 8+ years, you'll have
yourself to blame for the increasingly anti-gay stance that will take
over the federal government. And you'll be able to blame yourself for the
return of the American decline that started with Vietnam and continued
through 1992. That decline has been arrested for the past 8 years but
George Bush is guaranteed to start the country spiralling downwards again
with more poorly educated Americans with a federal government that is
underfunded because of his tax cuts and with spiralling inflation because
of the federal debt.

If you vote for Gore, America has a chance to enter the 21st century
still growing, vibrant, and better educated than it has been for 25 or
more years. And you'll hopefully have broken the back of christian
fascism. Unfortunately, I'm not an American citizen - I can't vote.
Fortunately, my passport isn't American - I can leave before George opens
the door for Pat.


VOTE NOV 7!!!!! The future you're voting for is your own.

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CHAPTER TEN


Brett and I arrived at Waterloo Station Friday morning at nine thirty;
our train to Selsey near Chichester departed at nine forty-six. My police
lads were the first to join us and were donned in togs that would do any
Oxford lad proud. Both studied Brett curiously. Ginger-haired Richard
Bell was the last to arrive, and I caught Jesse licking his lips as his
attention turned to the new boy.

Richard looked the two young policemen over as lasciviously as Jesse was
studying him but was much more obvious about it. If I had not already
known what the next two days were about, I would have begun to suspect
this weekend was going to be a bloody orgy.

Only, I didn't know how I felt about that now. At least, how it would
affect me and one other member of our group. Two days ago, I would have
looked forward to it - a part of me would have. Now, however, I didn't
want Brett Chandler involved with anyone but me - not sexually - even
though, we had both agreed that what might happen this weekend was
separate from our growing relationship.

Intellectually, I understood the rationale. We were invited into the den
of the Russian bear - as young, randy college lads. We had accepted that
invitation in order to learn if there was a connection between the
Russians and the heroin entering the London gay community. The Russian
and English guests were presumably all gay. The weekend was expected to
be an orgy and we were expected to participate.

My problem with that was an emotional one. I had become quite infatuated
with Brett Chandler the past two days that he had been sharing my bed and
sating my libido - I was willing to admit that I probably was in love
with him. I didn't want anyone else touching him. Even if he was the
star attraction of the Russian weekend fete as far as our hosts were
concerned. Even if he was the best looking lad on the estate. I had
visions of hordes of horny Russians quickly tearing down whatever
defences Brett might have been able to erect and gleefully having their
way with him.

The American chose an end car. We entered our carriage and quickly found
seats that faced each other in the rear. I glanced around and saw that,
except for two old ladies, we were the only people in the car. The old
dears were at the end farthest from us. I smiled and wondered if Brett
and I might have a chance to touch, perhaps even snog a bit, during the
hour and a half trip out to Selsey. Despite the open nature of the
railway carriage, I hoped so. I couldn't seem to get enough of him.

Richard took a look at the situation and grinned broadly. His hand went
to Jesse's jean-covered bum and squeezed. The Asian looked looked over
his shoulder at him and ground his arse against the Irishman's hand.
"It's the two of us," he whispered, jerking his head toward Doug, "or
neither of us - which will it be, lad?"

"Where?"

Jesse shrugged. "The loo?"

Richard nodded and rubbed his hands in anticipation. I watched as the
Asian nudged his blond boyfriend and took his hand with one hand and
pointed at the toilets with the other. Doug Yorston's lips twitched and
he nodded. The three of them handed over their tickets to me.

Brett plopped into the seat facing front as the train began to pull out
of Victoria Station. He sat beside the window and smiled up at me,
patting the cushion beside him. I joined him. Our companions were already
slipping into the toilet behind us.

"From the moment I saw those two boys, I was wondering how long it would
take that slut to go for them two," Brett said as he leant his head
against my chest.

"Richard's a slut?"

"I thought you already knew that about him. That boy simply stops
thinking if there's a new cock around and he thinks it's available. He
stays on a cock hunt." He chuckled. "I hope that Indian is big where it
counts because that boy from Belfast does like his meat dark and big."

I felt Brett's finger squirm playfully into my pocket, followed by
several others. His back prevented me from seeing what he was doing.
"Watch the little old ladies for a few, Phillip. I'm going to play
pocket pool."

"Pocket pool?"

His fingers manoeuvred the pocket lining of my trousers over my hip and
onto my belly to where the cloth covered my bollocks. They spread across
the top of my ballsac through the lining. I began to grow erect.

My face turned the colour of beetroot, I craned my head to see if we had
neighbours or were been watched. One of Brett's fingers traced my prick
out to its tip and I shuddered. "We shouldn't-" I mumbled.

"Sshh!"

I fell silent and tried not to become involved in what he was doing to
me. I failed abysmally. My cock throbbed as his fingers continued to play
along its length. His other hand moved to my zip and its fingers began to
lower it. At the other end of the car, the two women chatted happily,
oblivious to us.

The head of my cock was turned down towards my belly. His fingers pulled
the loose skin out onto the glans. I felt pre come ooze out of me and, a
moment later, seep down through my pubes to bathe my crutch. My hips
instinctively began to hump his fingers gripping me through the lining of
my pocket.

"Brett!" I gasped hoarsely, feeling my bollocks begin to tighten.

"Close, honey?" he mumbled.

"I can't toss off in my trousers like a horny teenager," I growled
between my teeth. "It'd show, Brett."

"It'd brand you as mine," he chuckled, "at least until it dried."

"Brett!"

His free hand slipped inside my trousers through the opened zip. "All
right, so I'll just take care of you in another way." His naked fingers
slipped through the opening of my boxers and found my shaft. They quickly
pulled my cock out into the open. I shuddered and prayed that those
ladies remained where they were. That the conductor broke his leg in one
of the cars before us.

I felt the warm wetness of his mouth cover my helmet, his tongue bathing
away the pre come and his lips pushing my skin before them. "Brett," I
mewled and watched the back of his head as his lips descended down my
shaft until they were buried in the maze of cloth and pubic hair that was
my crutch.

My hand massaged his hip through his jeans and moved up to his shirt
covered back. I pulled his shirt from the waist of his jeans and my hand
slipped under it to feel his smooth, warm skin.

He swallowed, his throat muscles massage the head of my dick. His lips
retreated and my prick was caught up in a vacuum as total as space, my
blood drawing there from every corner of my body. Again and again, he
swallowed me and sucked me. My bollocks rose to ride my shaft. My hand
moved under his shirt to his nearest nipple and I began to rub it gently
between my forefinger and thumb.

I stampeded towards the abyss of orgasm under the American's driving. I
was nearly there already. I was past awareness, past even my in-bred
caution, and was riding the tail of pleasure. "I'm close," I managed to
get out in a choked voice.

He sped up his pace, his lips racing down my prick shaft, my glans
reaching deeper into this throat.

I shuddered and felt every muscle in my body tighten. I gasped. And
erupted.

His throat muscles swallowing my come milked me.

When he had every drop he could suction out of me, he kissed my knob-end
and carefully manoeuvred my cock back into my boxers and pulled my zip
up. He turned and looked up at me then. He smacked his lips. And smiled.
"I didn't get enough protein at breakfast, Phillip. That hit the spot."

"We were both at risk," I grumbled, relaxing and enjoying my sated state
inspite of myself. "We've simply got to be more careful."

"You enjoyed it though, didn't you?"

I snorted. "Of course I did. But some things just can't be done, Brett -
not in public."

"Did anyone see us?"

"No," I admitted. But we were running an awful risk-" I glanced up as a
motley of sound entered the carriage. As I watched, the conductor
finished pulling the door open and stepped inside. The wheels clacking
against the rails was loud until the door closed behind him. I cringed at
the thought of the man being five minutes earlier.

Brett and I were silent as the man made his way down the aisle towards
us. "There are three men in the toilet," I told him when he had come
abreast us. He stopped and looked at me, immediately mustering his
authority. I reached for my identification. "This is an undercover police
operation," I told him as I presented my id.

He relaxed immediately, tipping his cap to me. "Will you need any help,
Inspector?"

"No, we've got it well in hand. Thank you, though." I handed him each of
our tickets, including those for our three companions. "Just remember
that you saw or heard nothing. Mind you, as far as you're concerned,
there was no police operation. You're especially not to talk about it
with any passengers - at least, not over the weekend."

I was being realistic. The man would be relating his adventures in the
next car up before we had gone another twenty miles if I didn't have his
promise. With his promise, his story would be confined to just other rail
employees for a day or two - and, if I was lucky, until after the weekend
when everyone I was interested in had left Selsey.

Brett watched the man give his solemn word of total silence. He watched
the man scurry along the aisle and stop with the women just long enough
to collect their tickets. Not once did the man ever look back at us.

"Phillip, you're the very first man I've met who thinks on his feet.
You roll with the punches and always land rightside up." He studied me
for a moment as I attempted to make my way through incomprehensible
American patois. "That's why I wanted to see you the second time." He
smiled wryly. "It's also why I've fallen in love with you."

"I don't think I understand-" I started. His finger lightly against my
lips stopped me.

"I haven't seen a man I've gone out with more than once since I've
been in England, Phillip. Once I knew I was gay and that it wasn't just
some kind of phase, I wanted to experience it all. I wanted to understand
it. The one thing I did know about being gay was that it wasn't just
about sex. There had to be a whole person there - something that added up
to more than dick and ass."

He studied me curiously for a moment, his gaze never leaving my eyes.
"There is sex, of course," he finally continued. "And that's important.
But I'm still trying to understand if a gay man is mentally or, maybe,
just emotionally different from his straight cousin." He smiled, but his
face quickly showed only bemusement. "That's why I do drag, Phillip. My
Marlene Dietrich is a part of me. I'm not just another fat boy in
sequins lip-synching to big-name singers because I have no other life.
I'm good looking but androgynous - like Boy George and the Culture Club
- I'm definitely me."

He leant his head against my chest, his arms going around my waist. "I
did that one gig with Illyich as a hustler just to understand what being
a whore was like."

"How does this relate to us?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to break
the spell that held him.

He chuckled. "I'm trying to explain, Phillip. Gays can fill any niche
that society comes up with as a job - we're just like our breeder
cousins that way. But I've come to decide gay people are really smarter
than the hets, like we're the next move up in evolution-" He snorted.
"Only, most of us stay stuck in the breeder mentality - cock and ass,
fuck and suck - sex. I've met some guys who were really phenomenonal
lovers. They could have me coming back for more, even after they'd worn
me out. But, the moment they got dressed for work, they stopped being
anything. It was like when they put on their societal mask, they turned
off their minds.

"I've spent the past year - I guess my whole life - looking for somebody
who can get past just the sex. Somebody who doesn't hesitate to use his
mind." He turned his head to look back up at me. "Somebody who actually
likes to use his mind-" He grinned. "In addition to using his body, I
mean."

His lips found my nipple through my shirt and nuzzled it. "Phillip
Goodson, you do both so very well. You use your mind and enjoy it. You
use your body and enjoy it, too. You're a complete man."


* * *


Richard Bell had an erection spread across his crutch and riding his
hipbone as he pushed open the door to the toilet. He wondered which of
them he was going to suck and which one would shag him as he moved to the
far end of the small room and watched as the blond copper locked the door
behind them.

He was going to get it on with coppers! He couldn't believe it. He
looked from Jesse to Doug. "I want to taste both of you first, okay?"

"Seems reasonable to me," Doug answered and began to open his jeans.

Jesse smiled. "Take mine out for us, Richard," he said and leant back
against the toilet cubicle.

The ginger-haired Irishman grinned as he knelt before the Asian and
popped open the waist button of his jeans. His hand moved across Jesse's
crutch feeling his cock lengthening under his touch. This Officer Patel
was the real reason why Richard was in the bog and about to get into the
dirty with these men. Yorston was cute and was enough to get Richard's
blood to run hot, but Patel was so - well - different.

The Asian was so dark that he could be a black. Yet all of his features,
including his thick, curly black hair, were features that belonged on a
white man. There wasn't the slightest hint of African ancestry. It was
so incongruous. Richard wanted to touch him all over, to explore every
centimetre of his body, with each of his five senses if he could. He
wanted to see if there were any differences between the copper and the
European men he'd had until now. Starting with his dick.

Squatting, he had his fingers worked the zip of the Asian's jeans down
and he was peeling back the two flaps of denim that covered the very
essence of Jesse's masculinity. Richard gripped the waist of the jeans
on both sides of the man's hips and pulled them down over his buttocks
to his knees.

"Lick it through my pants," Jesse told him. "Get me wet."

Richard gazed for a moment at the thick tube under the cotton of the
Asian's underwear stretching across his crutch and jutting out now past
his hip. He smiled up at Jesse and licked his lips, expressing his
anticipation.

He started at the root, his nose burying itself in the man's pubes as
his tongue explored the bunched bollocks through the cotton. Richard's
lips found Jesse's shaft and began to trace its length toward his hip,
feeling each vein and ridge.

"I want some of this action too, lads," Doug told them, reminding Richard
that it wasn't just him and the Asian in the toilet.

Above him, Jesse snorted good-naturedly. "Pull them down, Richard.
You'll have two naked men to play with then."

His fingers moved to the elastic waistband of the Asian's briefs as
Richard glanced sideways to find the blond policeman standing at his side
and naked from his waist to his knees. Doug sported a nice cock, its skin
already pulled off the knob-end and bunched behind its flange.

Glancing from one to the other, he thought it appeared a bit smaller than
the Asian's but was large enough to be more than adequate. He smiled at
the blond man.

"Come here," he told Doug as he slowly began to slide Jesse's pants over
his buttocks, "let's have a lick of that." He leant toward the blond and
tongued the head of his cock as he pulled the Asian's pants down to his
knees.

"Suck my boyfriend's dick, mate," Jesse told him, "while I get you
naked." Doug's hands went to the back of Richard's head and pulled him
further onto him.

Jesse's fingers quickly worked the waist button and then the zip of
Richard's jeans, releasing the redhead's dick from their tight
confines. Richard's cock sprang through the slit in his boxers and
jutted out at full mast. "You're ready, aren't you, lad?" Jesse asked
as his hand went around the fleshy pole to measure its width. He could
not touch his thumb to his forefinger. He smiled and hoped the weekend
ahead would provide other times with this ginger-haired boy; he could
imagine what the dick in his hand could do to him. And Doug would want it
too.

The blond groaned and began to hump the Irishman's face. Jesse pulled
Richard's y-fronts down over his buttocks. In the boy's front, he
pushed his dick through the slit back into his boxers before pulling the
waistband over it. The ginger-haired boy sat on his haunches, as naked as
his two companions.

Jesse put a finger in his mouth, getting it wet with his saliva.
Squatting beside Richard then, he carefully placed the finger against the
boy's entrance. He smiled up at Doug as the redhead's sphincter opened
up to take it easily.

Richard pulled off the blond's dick and looked down his back as Jesse
began to tease the nerves just inside his hole. He then looked at the
Asian. "I want you. I want both of you," he said, looking from one cock
to the other.

"You can have both of us," Doug told him. "But one of us at each end will
feel a lot better, don't you think, mate?"

"But I won't get to suck you both off then," Richard groaned, looking
from one to the other cock. "I want to taste you - both of you."

"Of course you will," Jesse told him. "We'll just trade off when we're
done. You get both of us at each end."

Richard looked up then, studying the Asian's face. "You can get it up
that fast?"

Jesse snorted. "My boyfriend and I are both good for two orgasms a throw,
lad."

Doug laughed. "We're regular rabbits, mate, and there's nothing wrong
with the equipment of either one of us." He looked over at Jesse. "Why
don't you let Richard here have a real eye-ful of that truncheon of
yours. It was yours that got him interested in the first place."

"So you can shag him?"

Doug shrugged. "You are a bit big, Jesse. I'll help him open up for
you."

Richard grinned. He liked their idea. "Do we have time?" he asked.

"It's an hour and a half out to Selsey," Jesse told him. "We've got
plenty of time."

Richard pushed himself to his feet. "Okay, Officer Patel, let's do this
properly then." He grinned. "Over against the wall, but facing me."

The Asian waddled to the wall between the toilet cubicle and the window,
his jeans slipping down his calves to his ankles, shackling him. Richard
followed as awkwardly and, taking the dark-coloured prick in hand, bent
from the waist to lick its helmet. Behind him, he heard a foil packet
being torn. He grinned as his lips pushed the thick foreskin up onto
Jesse's shaft and gave himself up to enjoying his first taste of the
Asian. His hands cupped the policeman's buttocks as he dived down the
thick shaft and opened his throat to accept it.

Behind him, Doug's thumbs spread his buttocks, exposing his crack. The
blond's latex-covered dick sank to the fleshy valley floor and began to
creep along it towards the ginger-haired boy's back entrance. Richard
wiggled his arse in greeting.

When Doug's cock was pressing against his arsehole, Richard tightened
his grip on Jesse's buttocks to hold himself in place. He descended the
Asian's thick pole and hummed. Jesse moaned at the sudden increase of
pleasure. The blond didn't ram his dick right in, however; instead, he
began to ease himself into Richard, giving the Irishman time to adjust to
his presence.

Richard hummed happily as he was being filled up. His knob-end expanded,
pushing his skin back onto his shaft. His dick bounced across his belly,
leaving a trail of pre come in its wake.

Jesse stared down at his dick disappeared under the redhead's nose and
being vibrated by the tight throat. "I'm bloody close!" he groaned and
pulled his cock from Richard's mouth. The ginger-haired man looked up at
him. "You were heating me up too fast, mate. You want it to last a bit,
don't you?" Richard nodded as Doug continued to move inside him and he
held onto Jesse's bottom. "Suck my bollocks then. Even come up the chest
and find a nipple to lick - I won't mind."

Doug leant forward and met Jesse leaning towards him, halfway over
Richard's back. He pressed his lips to his lover's, and the Asian's
tongue snaked between their lips. The Irishman began to wank himself,
timing his strokes along his shaft with those moving in and out of his
arse.

His tongue found the sheen of sweat coating the tight ballsac as he began
to lick at them. Jesse's thick prick throbbed against his ear. He took
the first of the man's bollocks into his mouth and bathed it with his
tongue. He was soon alternating between the two as his own began to
tighten under the fucking that Doug was giving him. He clenched and
flexed his anal muscles against the blond's withdrawals and bucked back
to welcome his returns.

The train barrelled through the green summer countryside towards Bristol,
towards Chicester, and towards the little village of Selsey between them
but nearest onto Chicester. Richard rode the waves of pleasure crashing
through him and he knew he wanted to get the Asian off. He wanted to
taste him.

His lips left the man's tightening ballsac and sought his prick again.
He felt himself getting closer as he found Jesse's cock and traced it
out along its length with his lips. Behind him, Doug's rhythm was
beginning to quicken. Reaching the mushroomed knob-end, he quickly opened
his mouth and swallowed the Asian and gripped his bottom with both hands
to hold himself steady against the sway of the train and the pounding
that Doug had begun to give him.

His dick bounced, slittering across his belly and spreading pre come
where it alighted. His bollocks were tight against his shaft. Richard
strove to bring Jess off. He deep-throated the Asian, forcing himself to
breathe through his nose as he took him deeper into his throat. Behind
him, Doug's breathing had become ragged and wheezing, his hands gripping
Richard's hips.

"Christ!" Jesse yelped and humped forward to shove his dick all the way
into Richard's throat. The Irishman could feel its helmet engorge with
even more blood.

He erupted then, spraying the floor of the carriage loo with his jizz.

His arsemuscles flexing along the sides of Doug's cock, milking him,
pushed the blond over into his own orgasm. Richard felt come coursing
though the policeman's cock to fill the condom deep inside him up.


* * *


Brett arched a brow theatrically and I looked up to see our three
companions returning to their seats. Richard was already beginning to
colour. "You are such a slut, Richard," said Brett. The Irish lad
continued to colour; he was close to magenta already.

"If he's a slut," said Jesse smiling, "let's have a lot more of them.
You've got a lovely mate in this lad, Yank. Don't piss him off too
much."

"Was it good?" Brett asked, still holding Richard with his gaze. Richard
nodded with a wry grin creeping across his face. "Did you get enough?"
Richard again nodded. "Good! Then we can be into Russians and things the
rest of the trip."

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