Date: Wed, 20 May 1998 17:13:03 EDT
From: Kris J Stevens <romyandmichelle@juno.com>
Subject: JAY WALKING

JAY WALKING
BOYS' NIGHT IN IV
By: Kris Stevens
<romyandmichelle@juno.com>

 WARNING: Disclaimer: This is a fictional story is based upon characters
from the television series "Dawson's Creek", created by Kevin Williamson.
This story in no way reflects the feelings or attitudes of the cast and
crew. They are not my characters, I am only having my way with them. 
---This story is written as if the characters are of adult age. The
actors that play these characters are of adult age ( 19 and 22 and ? ).
It contains male/male sex, and if you are not interested in that sort of
thing, please do not read on. This story is a continuation of my first
"Dawson's Creek" story, BOYS NIGHT IN, and my second story OH BROTHER,
and my third story MALE BLACKMAIL, and will be much more pleasurable to
read and make a whole lot more sense overall if you refer to those before
going on. I don't like to waste too much time explaining background info,
 so if it doesn't make much sense, it may not be my fault. Please read
these stories first. If you enjoy it, please feel free to send me
comments. Thank you! What follows may be a little corny, but certainly
nice to think about!
NOTE: This is before the beauty pagent episode of Dawson's Creek, and all
that Joey stuff.

JAYWALKING 
BOYS' NIGHT IN IV

Dawson walked gaily down the street, whistling a happy tune. The events
of the past week had put Dawson in what seemed to be an undying good
mood. Only three days ago, him Pacey and Cliff had all enjoyed the most
wonderful sexual experience of Dawson's life. At first, Dawson had
thought that Pacey was going to kill him after his encounter with his
brother Doug. However, Pacey had later told Dawson that he understood his
attraction to his brother, and instead of being jealous, had arranged a
great orgy! Things could not get any better. Well, they could get better,
Dawson thought. They could do that again. Since the encounter, Dawson had
not talked to Cliff or Pacey about when they would next meet. In fact,
Dawson had no idea how Doug had felt about the whole thing, if he knew.
Doug had not seen Doug since that incredible night at Pacey's house, and
had no idea if they would be meeting again. Dawson hoped so. While Pacey
and Cliff were hot and sexy, Dawson knew that he got really turned on by
the older experienced man.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Dawson heard the quiet chirping of birds replaced
by a loud siren, and turned to see the flashing lights of a police car.
Dawson quickly looked around the street and realized that he was the only
one to be seen for a distance, and that the police car that was
approaching must be meant for him. Dawson felt the adrenaline rush
through his body as his mind raced to figure out what a police car would
want from *him*. As the car pulled closer, Dawson's body relaxed. The
officer in the car was Doug, Pacey's brother. What did he want?

"Hold it right there sir", Doug called out to Dawson as he exited the
car. In his hands was held a gun, pointed directly at Dawson. Dawson had
been smiling when he first saw Doug, but this introduction of a gun into
the picture caused him to laugh nervously.

"Very funny Doug, " Dawson chuckled. "What's going on?"

"Oh, as if you don't know sir.", I been following your for miles, and
just happened to see your little crossing of the street at Greenway and
2nd. You walked without a green light. I don't know what town you're
from, but in this town it's called jaywalking!". Doug's gun was still
pointed at Dawson in a threatening manner, which was making Dawson
uncomfortable. However, as the rigid look on Doug's face began to be
replaced by a devilish smirk, Dawson's mind began to catch on to what he
thought was happening.

"So what's the punishment for this offense officer?", Dawson asked, a
smile spreading.

"Well, in accordance to the new law passed...just today in fact, all
jaywalkers must be taken directly to jail. In handcuffs." Placing his gun
in his holster, Doug now withdrew his pair of bright shiny handcuffs and
dangled them.

"Well, I've broken the law, and now I'm afraid I must face the music, "
Dawson said, and walked over the  hood of the police car, laying down on
his stomach, hands raised behind him. Doug laughed eagerly as he placed
the handcuffs on Dawson, looked down the street quickly to once again
make sure no one was there. Seeing no one was, Doug ran his hands down to
Dawson's firm ass and gave it a quick squeeze. Dawson released a small
chuckle as Doug lead him into the passenger's seat of the car. Dawson
knew that criminals did not often ride in the passenger seat of the car.
Things seemed to be falling into place.

"No funny business now sir", Doug said as he turned on the ignition of
his car. Dawson glanced at the car radio clock and saw that the time was
4:03. Pacey had often mentioned many times that Doug worked from six
until two as a police officer, and he was now off duty. As the car pulled
away, Doug drove with one hand, and placed his other hand on the back of
Dawson's neck. Gingerly, Doug began to rub Dawson's neck, then rub his
fingers through his thick hair. Through the dark tint of the police car,
very little could be seen to the outside world. Dawson continued to look
forward as Doug removed his hand from Dawson's neck and placed his hand
firmly on his leg, and began to tickle his leg hairs with his fingers.
The touch was soft and sexy, sending small streams of electricity through
his body. Dawson's cock began to stir in reaction to the touch, as well
as the images filling his head of his last encounter with Doug. Slowly,
Doug slid his hand over to Dawson's forming bulge, and squeezed it
tightly with his hands. Dawson let out a small groan in reaction to the
sensual touch. As the police car came to a stop sign, Doug reached over
and placed a soft kiss on Dawson's lips before moving on. 

Soon, Doug's police car pulled into the parking lot of the Capeside Inn,
one of the small but luxurious hotels that dotted Capeside. "I want you
to stay right here sir, " Doug said as he turned off the ignition and
opened the car door. "I have to go talk to the warden and make sure that
your cell is ready." Dawson smiled as he watched Doug walk to the hotel's
office, his eyes planted on the firm police officer's butt. After a few
moments, Doug exited the hotel office, dangling in his hands a hotel room
key. He was smiling broadly. Walking up to the car, Doug pulled open the
door and helped Dawson out. Doug then drew out his gun again, which made
Dawson a little nervous, especially when Dawson felt the gun pressed into
his back. While it made him uncomfortable, Dawson was also surprised that
the whole situation was really turning him on. Dawson had never thought
of himself as one with sexual quirks, but perhaps was going to have to
change his mind about that.  "Let's go now buddy, " Doug firmly said, and
began to walk Dawson to the door of one of the hotel's suites. 

Doug opened the door of the suite and pushed Dawson inside menacingly.
Dawson quickly peered around the room at the amazing room with a large
bed with satin sheets, and a Whirlpool bathtub. Closing the door behind
him, Doug turned Dawson around and removed his handcuffs. "First you need
to be disinfected.", Doug said, then walked over to the Whirlpool bathtub
and began to draw water. As the water poured into the tub, once again,
Doug drew out his gun and pointed it to Dawson, and commanded "Take off
your clothes. Right now!". Dawson felt his cock stir again, in reaction
to this strange rush that Doug was giving him. Slowly, Dawson began to
undress, first fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. As Dawson peeled
the shirt away, Doug watched on, the young hot man revealing his thin but
toned chest, the few hairs that were nested between his pecs, and the few
blond hairs that circled his nipples. As the buttons separated further
down, Dawson revealed his tight stomach, with the thin outline of
muscles. After tossing the shirt aside, Dawson reached for his pants and
pulled them aside, leaving him in his tight thin underwear, that clung
firmly to his butt. Finally, Dawson pulled down his underwear freeing his
hard 7 inch cock.

As Dawson pulled away his socks, Doug turned back to the bathtub, which
was now full of warm water. Doug then turned on the water jets and
watched the tub fill with swirling water and numerous bubbles. "Now,
undress me", Doug commanded. Dawson was only happy to comply, unbuttoning
and drawing off Doug's shirt. Before going on further, Dawson placed his
hand on Doug's firm and hairy chest, and ran his hand down through the
thick and course brown hairs. This hand travelled down and caressed the
well-formed six pack that Dawson could only wish he had. Dawson then
tugged at Doug's pants and pulled them down. Now Doug was left in his
Calvin Kliens, which well outlined the throbbing bulge between his legs.
Dawson took his hands and rested them on Doug's back, slowly drawing them
down the silky skin of his back and down to his firm ass. For a moment,
Dawson just rested his hands on the hard ass checks and took in his
lover's body. Then, at last, Dawson withdrew them, releasing the 6 inch
cock and allowing it to rise from it's thick nest of dark brown hairs.

Doug then led Dawson into the bathtub, Dawson first gasping at the
slightly hot water. Doug climbed in after. The water jets gave wild
sensations all over their bodies, turning them on more. The two sat on
opposite sides of the tub, and for a moment just scanned their eyes over
each other. Doug drew in for a kiss, his soft lips touching Dawson's, the
bristly hairs on his chin tickling him. Dawson invited the tongue in and
allowed it to make it's sensual search of his mouth.  Dawson placed his
hands on Doug's shoulders, then moved them up to run through his hair. As
Doug pulled away from the kiss, he reached for a soft sponge resting on
the side of the tub, and dipped it into the water. Taking a bottle of
body wash, Doug spread it onto the sponge and began to run it over
Dawson's body. Dawson loved the soft touch of the sponge as Doug ran it
all over his chest and neck and back. After Doug was gone, Dawson did the
same, running the soft sponge over Doug's firm and hairy chest. Dawson
loved the way the thick hairs matted on Doug's chest as he ran it all
over him. After the two had washed each other, they took turns drying
each other off.

"Now it's time for you to go to your cell", Doug said to Dawson, picking
up the handcuffs from the softly carpeted floor. Doug handcuffed only one
of Dawson's hands and then led him over to the bed. The bed was lines
with maroon soft silk sheets and supported by strong iron bars. "I did a
little research before deciding to place you in this particular cell, "
Doug said, pointing to the bed's iron bars. Dawson admitted to himself
that he was a little nervous about being chained to a bed, but he trusted
Doug, and besides, was getting really turned on. Doug then attached the
other handcuff to one of the iron bars on the bed. Dawson laid down on
the bed and tested how well he could move. Dawson found that he could
turn and shift around very well without being restrained by the
handcuffs. Laying down on his back, Dawson looked up as Doug as he
crawled on. "Kiss me", Dawson said.

Doug did. His numerous kisses were soft and sensual. Doug began to draw
his kisses away from Dawson's mouth, and drew them down to trace his
chin. Doug then began to kiss Dawson's neck, then drew the kisses down to
his chest. Then, Doug took one of Dawson's nipples in his mouth and began
to eagerly suck. Dawson moaned in reaction to the pleasant sensation. The
kisses traveled further down to Dawson's stomach, then down to the thick
nest of hairs. Doug gave Dawson's cock a quick and teasing lick with his
tongue, but traveled down to Dawson's ball and licked them. Doug's tongue
teased and taunted, driving Dawson mad. "Please suck me Doug, " Dawson
said. At last, Doug brought his mouth back up to Dawson's erect cock and
took the head in his mouth. Slowly, Doug took in more and more of the
cock, while his hands played with Dawson's balls. Doug's tongue was
magic, the sensations so strong that soon Dawson began to lift and lower
his ass to help pull and push with Doug's tongue. Sweat poured down
Dawson's forehead, and matted his hair. Dawson peered down at his chest,
which was beginning to flush, telling him that he would not be able to
hold it all back much longer. Dawson moaned and moaned, his cries
becoming louder as the climax approached. Suddenly, Dawson erupted in
orgasm, his whole body shook with the pleasure spasms. His cock shot load
after load, but Doug's mouth never drew away, taking in all the cum.
After the orgasm was over, Dawson collapsed back on the bed. "That was
amazing Doug....my God."

"Oh we're not over buddy. This ends when I say it does.". Doug placed his
hands on Dawson's hips and guided Dawson to turn over and rest on his
stomach. Before Dawson knew what was happening, he felt Doug's tongue
probing his asshole. Dawson had never had this done to him before, and
while his first reaction was of disgust, it felt really good. Dawson let
out a small moan. Doug pulled away momentarily to collect a small tube of
vaseline from his discarded pants pocket. Doug covered his fingers with a
small amount and inserted them into his ass. The fingers pushed and moved
in deeply, tickling and stroking his glands. The fingers were not enough
though. Dawson knew that Doug was only using his finger to tease Dawson
more. "Please fuck me...please.." Dawson moaned. 

Doug took the jar and lubed his cock, then placed one hand firmly on
Dawson's hip. Using his other hand to guide his tool, Doug pushed his
cock into Dawson's ass, causing Dawson to release a small grunt. Doug
pushed his way in slowly to drive Dawson mad, which it did, but soon,
Doug was pushing his cock in and out of Dawson's tight ass. The two
moaned and grunted as the wild sensations ran through their bodies. Sweat
poured from both of them, drenching the silky sheets and filling the room
with the musky smell of man and sex. Dawson began to lift and lower his
ass again, this time to help please Doug. Doug's pumping became faster
and faster, his moaning more and more demanding. Soon, Doug was no longer
able to hold it back , letting out a loud scream as the orgasm ripped
through his body. Dawson felt the slick and pleasant sensation as Doug's
cum filled his ass. After the orgasm was over, Doug collapsed down next
to Dawson to catch his breath. The two set the clock alarm on the
nightstand, and took a short nap there together in the cum stained sheet
bed, naked and holding each other in their arms.

When they awoke, the two gathered their clothes and climbed into the
police car. As Doug pulled his car one block away from Dawson's house,
Dawson was about to leave when Doug stopped him. "Wait...", Doug said.
"Don't forget your ticket." Dawson watched as Doug scribbled something on
his ticket pad, pulled off a sheet, and folded the paper, and handed it
to him. As Dawson exited, Doug gave Dawson one last firm swat on the butt
and sent him on his way. Dawson opened the slip of paper and read it.

Offense: Jay Walking

Fine: Another good fuck tomorrow at 4:00.

THE END
Comments? Please! Kris Stevens <romyandmichelle@juno.com>