Chapter 38


The few days after I came home from the hospital flew by pretty quickly. Mostly because I spent a lot of time sleeping and resting. The pain pills made me really tired. I had a couple of nightmares the first couple nights, but when I stopped worrying about Pete and tried to concentrate on my family and Hank and how much they loved me and cared about me, they disappeared.

I was so lucky to have all of them in my life. I realized that I could still rely on my family and that I still needed them.

Mom, Dad, Jeff and Hank all spent a lot of time with me. I didn't mind it at first, but after a couple of days, I didn't really want to be waited on anymore. I was starting to get a little frustrated and a little stir crazy. I just wanted to go home.

More than that, I also wanted to be alone with Hank. We had spent every evening together and we'd kiss for a little bit, but then Hank would pull back and go home. I spent so many years apart from him and now that he was mine again, I really needed him. I knew that he wanted me too, because I could see or feel the evidence of his desire in his pants.


As soon as I got off duty on Saturday, I went straight to my truck and headed to Tim's house. I stowed my weapon in a locked safe box under the seat and laid my belt next to my hat on the seat before I got out of the truck. I barely had time to ring the doorbell and Tim was opening it with a huge ass grin on his face.

"Hi," he said. "I heard your truck."

I smirked and leaned down and gave him a sensual kiss. I sucked his bottom lip as I pulled back. He blushed wildly and licked his lips and I looked up to see that his Dad standing right behind him. Mr. Matthews gave me an approving nod and a smile and shook my hand.

"I never got to see this truck of yours Tim keeps talking about," Mr. Matthews said.

"Sure thing, Mr. Matthews," I said.

"What's with this 'Mr. Matthews' bullshit? You're a man now. Call me Jack."

He clapped me on the back and gave me a grin.

"Sure, uh... Jack."

That sounded so strange coming out of my mouth. I looked back at Tim and he was grinning while looking at us. It was so nice to see him genuinely happy. I suspected that he hadn't smiled too much for a long time.

The three of us went outside and I showed off my truck to Mr. Matthews, er, Jack. He loved the truck and was very excited as I gave him the 'tour'. I was glad he approved. My dad wasn't exactly crazy about it. He said I was wasting my money and it wasn't very practical, but it was what I wanted so I didn't care.

Jack invited me to stay for dinner and Tim was all smiles when I accepted. I felt a little silly sitting at the table with Tim's parents in my uniform, but no one seemed to give it a second thought.

After dinner, Mrs. Matthews had to go in to work the night shift. I stayed and watched a baseball game with Tim and his dad. Jack fell asleep in his recliner halfway through the game. I looked over at Tim and I could tell that he was getting restless. I also sensed a little frustration.

"You wanna go for a ride?" I asked.

"God yeah. That would be great," he said before letting out a breath of relief. "I haven't been out of the house all day."

Tim gently woke his father to let him know we were going for a ride in the truck. Jack told us to have a good time and settled back in his chair to watch the game. I think he was asleep again before we even left the room.

I moved up behind Tim as he got into the truck in case he needed help getting in. It wasn't that high up off the ground, but I still worried about him. He looked back at me and frowned.

"I don't need help getting into a truck," he said, but then his face softened and he added, "I should be annoyed at you... but I love you."

He pushed his hand into the waistband of my pants and gripped my belt and pulled me closer. He stood up on his tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss. He turned and grabbed the handle and jumped into the truck and sat down, then buckled his seat belt and looked at me expectantly.

I chuckled and shook my head and shut the door behind him, then moved around and got into the driver's seat.

Tim picked up my uniform hat that was on the console and put in on his head and looked over at me. I laughed out loud. It was way too big on his head.

"You are so fucking cute," I told him.

Tim smiled and took the hat off. I took it from him and set it on the back seat out of the way.

We cruised up and down the downtown strip a couple of times. Then I wanted to treat Tim to some ice cream, but he felt a little self-conscious about his bruised face, so we went through the Dairy Queen drive-through, got a couple of blizzards and ate in the truck. As we ate, he asked me about work and how I liked it. He asked about my partner, Sean. He had only seen him the one time in the hospital and wanted to know more about him.

We also talked about my family. I told him that Lor and his wife Theresa just had their baby, a boy. I told him how Gina just graduated from U of M and was getting ready to go to law school.

When I took Tim home, I parked in the driveway and turned off the truck. I leaned over and kissed him. He responded by kissing me back. His tongue licked along the bottom of my lip and I opened my mouth and claimed his tongue. His hand tracked up my leg from my knee to my inner thigh.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked quietly.

I couldn't resist Tim any longer. He had been hinting at wanting to go further. I just wanted to be sure that he was really ready.

"Yeah," I nodded.

We got out of the truck and I adjusted my hard-on in my pants to get it more comfortable. I followed Tim inside.

Tim's dad had left a couple of lights on for him. Tim turned them off and took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving the lights off. There was plenty of moonlight shining through the window so that we could see each other.

He sat down on the bed and flashed me a seductive smile. I chuckled to myself and sat down next to him. I couldn't see it, but I was pretty sure he was blushing. He nuzzled his nose in my neck and inhaled a deep breath and sighed. He always said that he loved the way I smelled. When he started gently kissing my neck and jawline, moving closer to my mouth, I groaned. I turned my head down towards him and kissed him. I gently nipped at Tim's bottom lip and he whimpered as I flicked my tongue at him, wanting entry into his mouth. I played with Tim's tongue as we kissed.

As I moved my lips down to his neck, he whispered my name in a sigh of pleasure, "Hank..."

His hand moved to my shirt and he began unbuttoning it. I stood up and unbuttoned my uniform shirt. I walked to the closet and hung it up.

"You can hang up your pants, too," he whispered. 

I pulled my boots off and hung up my pants on a hanger and returned to the bed. Tim had pushed his sweatpants off and we were both dressed in our t-shirts and underwear.

Tim pulled me down to the bed and we laid on our sides facing each other. I leaned in and kissed Tim and we touched each other as we made out. I practically leapt out of the bed when Tim's hand slipped inside the fly of my boxer shorts and touched my bone.

I moaned and pushed my hips towards him to let him know that it was okay. I kissed him harder and slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs. I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard shaft and ran my thumb over the head to smear the leaking fluid around. Tim trembled and whimpered and suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"You okay, baby?" I asked, concerned that I had hurt him.

"I almost came. It's been a while since anyone touched me like this."

It figures. I'm sure that motherfucking bastard Pete never once thought about Tim's pleasure. I pushed the thought out of my head and returned to the present.

"It's okay, baby," I said with a peck on his lips. "Just let go and let it happen."

I leaned into his ear and tickled the outside of his ear with my goatee. I brought my lips to his ear and whispered seductively, "Do you want me to make you come?"

Tim drew in a sharp, ragged breath. "Oh god, Hank, please..."

I pulled the front of Tim's underwear down so I could get to his dick. I gripped the base in my hand and lifted it up away from his belly. In the six years since I've seen it, it grew a little bit. He was about 5 inches now, and quite a bit thicker than I remember.

"It's nice, Timmy."

Tim didn't say anything, but he was breathing hard. I bent down and took his dick into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and he whimpered. I looked back at his face as I slowly bobbed up and down and gently sucked him. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting his lower lip trying to stay quiet. He gripped the sheets with one hand and the other was on the back of my head.

His breathing quickened and grew ragged and his body trembled.

"Oh! Uh! Hank!" he quietly cried out. His body tensed and his back arched. His dick pulsed against my tongue and my mouth was filled with warm bursts of semen. It tasted as good I remembered. I let it linger for a moment, then swallowed it. I pulled his underwear back up and tucked him in.

I laid down next to him and gently stroked his hair back. His eyes opened and a tear fell down his cheek. I wiped it away and kissed him there on his cheek. He turned his body towards me and kissed me.

Tim's hand slipped back into my boxers and he stroked me, gliding his hand up and down my cock.

"You don't have to, Tim. I wanted tonight to be for you."

"I want to, Hank. I need to."

Tim pushed me onto my back and moved his head down to my groin. He pulled the front of my boxers down and let my dick out. He stared at it as he stroked it up and down.

"I forgot how nice it was," he whispered. "God, it's even bigger now."

I smiled with pride and then grunted when his tongue circled the head. He pulled back the foreskin and licked all around. When he slid the foreskin back over the head and stuck his tongue under it, I grabbed the back of his head with my hands and quietly groaned.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered.

I threw my head back on the pillow as Tim's tongue traced all along my skin, trying to slide under it. He licked it and kissed it, then pulled back. He looked down at my dick and he slowly slid the skin back and forth over the head.

"I love your dick," he whispered.

Tim's warm, wet mouth slid down my shaft and sucked hard as he pulled back up. He bobbed up and down the shaft, moving further down with each stroke. God, he knew exactly how to work my cock.

"You're so good, Timmy. Oh, baby... You're the fucking best..."

Tim was beyond good. Even better than I remembered him being. The way he was working me, he was clearly loving what he was doing. I knew that I wasn't going to last long.

He soon had all eight inches buried in his throat. He let out a little moan and I gritted and ground my teeth trying to be quiet. He pulled back with a slurp and then did it again.

He sucked and deep-throated me until I couldn't take it anymore. I felt the pressure quickly building up. My balls tightened and my cock swelled and stiffened even further. My legs went rigid and my toes curled and I blasted hard into his hot sucking mouth. 

"Oh, fuck," I grunted, probably louder than I wanted to. "Fuck..."

My dick pulsed at least eight times, firing thick jets of come into Tim's mouth. I didn't think I'd ever stop coming and I felt Tim swallowing over and over. Tim's head movements finally slowed and my cock softened and fell from his sucking mouth with a pop. Tim gave it a final kiss on the head before putting it back into my boxers.

"Shit. That was intense. Come here, baby," I whispered. I pulled him up and gave him a kiss. He settled on his side next to me and laid his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arm around my chest.

"I love you, Tim."

"I love you, Hank."

We laid there for a few moments just enjoying each other's company. Tim lazily ran his fingers along the collar of my undershirt while I planted kisses on the top of his head. Tim yawned and pulled the sheet up over us.

I didn't mean to fall asleep, but Tim had completely drained me of energy. By the time he started to softly snuffle, I was gone for the night.