Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2017 22:40:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: Change of Heart Chapter Fourteen (REVISED)

This story is fiction.

The characters are adults in adult situations.

Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is
yourself. Trust no one; use condoms.

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Author's Note: I have most of the next chapter written and will be posting
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Paul and Jeff watched in fascination as the big dicked man they knew as the
homophobic Sheriff Johnson used and abused the smaller, slimmer man. That
man was obviously the Deputy Ilya was questioning loudly in the distance,
even as they viewed the explicit videos in which he starred.

They were soon asked by one of the soldaty to join Joe, Raymond, Ilya, the
State Trooper, whose flashing lights they had seen coming as they arrived
at the accident and the newly arrived Deputy Lovan. Raymond proceeded to
relay what he and Ilya had learned from the very cooperative Deputy
Harris. His plan based on this newly acquired information was not to Paul's
liking. Raymond proposed that the Deputy be allowed to return home tonight,
under the direct supervision of Ilya, like the chase never
happened. Explaining that he and Joe would set up a confrontation, after
the questioning tomorrow morning. This confrontation would involve other
law enforcement agencies with the expected result of terminating the
Sheriff's employment and his possible arrest. Paul didn't want to pretend
the chase never happened and he didn't want the Deputy going home even if
Ilya would be by his side throughout the night. Raymond and Joe were both
insistent that it was for the best. When the State Trooper and Deputy Lovan
concurred, Jeff was more accepting. Apparently Jeff knew and trusted their
judgment more than Paul did. The consensus to simply act as though the
"chase" had never happened galled him.

 Paul shouted, "Bullshit!", when told the Deputy only intended to harass
Jeff and his group. The Deputy said he had been directed to call the
Sheriff when he had them pulled over and await further instructions. The
Deputy seemed to believe the worst outcome would have been an undeserved
ticket. That still didn't explain why he had suddenly decided to abandon
the traffic stop when other vehicles showed up. Paul wasn't convinced the
Deputy had abandoned the "chase" in fear of possibly losing his job for
harassing citizens. He did believe him when he insisted the Sheriff would
fire him rather than admit to directing him to harass anyone.

Late at night, lonely back road, a Deputy with an established alibi miles
away from the actual scene. A homophobic Sheriff who upon discovering one
of his deputies was "queer" started secretly using him as a fuck toy, often
in his own office. Paul was amazed that anyone with political aspirations
would video themselves in this day and time. Even if his weiner was way,
way! bigger than Weiner's weiner.

Maybe Paul hadn't been a math major, but this shit just didn't add up. It
would have been too easy for the Sheriff to plant drugs, gun them all down
and say the shooting broke out when he insisted on searching their
vehicle. Maybe he intended to set it up to look like their deaths were drug
related and hadn't even involved law enforcement at all. The Deputy just
happened upon the aftermath. When Paul recalled the Sheriff's obvious looks
of hate and disgust, cold shivers ran down his spine so severe his body
actually shook. He went along with letting the Deputy go. But, he sure as
hell didn't have to be happy about it.

Surprisingly, after it was righted, the patrol car started up and was
driven to Uncle Joe's. They had expected to have to fetch a tractor to tow
it to Joe's place. Some of Ilya's soldaty, Sam and Fred included, went
ahead to make sure there were no surprises awaiting Jeff and Paul at the
house.

Paul was too agitated to pay any attention to the silence that permeated
the Tahoe on the ride home. Right now he had no patience for anyone who
posed even a slight threat to his family. He gut instinct had been to
confront the bastard Sheriff tonight. Raymond had apparently dealt with
devious politicians before. His assurances that the Sheriff would not go
unpunished brought little comfort to Paul. As he and Jeff headed to the
Tahoe, he saw Tink hurrying, laptop and uzi in hand, to Ilya's side. Paul
wasn't interested in seeing any more porn tonight, he just wanted to get
home.

Tom took advantage of the silence on the ride home to ask questions about
Tink. Neither Jeff nor Paul could offer much. Sam shared what he knew,
which was that Tink had been credited with saving the lives of Raymond and
Ilya when some deal with a member of the Russian oligarchy had gone
bad. Apparently Tink's hacking skills played a pivotal role in his
introduction to Ilya and Raymond. Sam hinted that he knew Tink's uzi wasn't
just a decoration.

As they pulled into the drive, Paul felt strange coming home... he couldn't
believe his recently burned house seemed like such a distant memory. This
place, Jeff's place, their place, felt like home.

He led the way into the family room and asked if anyone else wanted a
brandy. Everyone accepted excluding Fred, who was on watch, and Tom who
wanted a beer. Jeff directed Tom to the kitchen.

Tom reappeared minutes later with two beers and a large bag of
chips. "What?" He asked at the looks of disbelief he got from his
companions. "Supper was hours ago and besides." He shyly admitted, "It's
more about nerves than bein' hungry.

Feeling better after the admission, "Don't tell me I'm the only one who
expected the cops to start shooting at us at any minute. I got so damned
nervous during that living hell of an O. J. police chase, I didn't know if
I was gonna shit or go blind!

"I got a revolver I keep in my truck, two rifles and a shotgun at
home. Tomorrow I'm going into town and get me something to keep on
me. Tonight, I was so tense you couldn't have driven a ten penny nail up
ass with a five pound sledgehammer. If I had been armed, at least I
could`ve gone down like a man, instead of like a virgin on prom night."

Tom's lighthearted banter helped relieve the air of tension that had
settled upon the group since those flashing lights first appeared.

As the liquor took effect, Dave took great delight in recalling for Sam the
kinky "Daddy Sheriff" videos Tink had found soon after the Deputy's
"inquisition" began. Sam was practically salivating as Dave and Tom took
turns detailing the Sheriff's manly body and horse like appendage along
with the kinky piss, bondage, spanking, throat fucking as well as what
appeared to be non consensual and non lubed anal penetration.

While he grimaced at the mention of `non lubed anal penetration' Sam turned
to Dave, "You've asked me several times what I wanted for Christmas. Get me
my own copy of those videos and that will be the gift that keeps on
giving... back. If they're as hot as you say, you can have me either way
you want every time I watch them."

Paul shivered again as he thought of watching that hateful man enjoying
anything. He was convinced he could never get aroused watching "Bad Daddy
Sheriff" porn.

Jeff seemed to sense his discomfort and pulled him closer. "As soon as the
D. A. reads the statements and asks a few questions tomorrow this will all
be behind us.

"Uncle Raymond has a trick or two up his sleeve. He has some very powerful
connections in Austin. So try hard not to let on about the "chase"
tomorrow, until after the questioning. He wants the confrontation to take
place in front of the D. A.

"Ilya will be closely watching the Deputy, who has already called in sick
for the day. With the porn videos, the phone videos, the 911 recording, our
statements and the Deputy's confession, that should put a damper on his
unprofessional behavior and most likely end his law enforcement
career. Now, drink up and let's get a shower and hit the hay. Tomorrow is
going to be another long day. Maria won't let us forget, we have Uncle Joe
and Aunt Mellie's get together tomorrow night."

Standing, he offered his hand to Paul, who accepted and stood beside
him. They said their goodnights and headed down the hall. After Jeff closed
and locked the bedroom door, he began to undress. Paul eyed him
hungrily. He couldn't believe what a specimen of manhood he had all to
himself.

Jeff idly scratched his chest hair. "Are you getting undressed or are you
gonna shower in boots and jeans? Smiling at Paul's obviously lust filled
gaze, Jeff pulled him into his arms.

Paul let his cheek rest against that curly chest hair. "I was just thinking
how lucky I am to have you all to myself." He moved his cheek against the
hair and was surprised to hear a soft rustle.

Jeff mindlessly ran his hands up and down Paul's back. "Do you mean, like
right now, or forever? You got me on both of those. You know that, don't
ya?"

"I meant right now. It just seems like it's been a long time since we were
alone. But, you should also know that I can't bear to think of forever
without you."

"Have you been watching Gay Soap Operas on satellite tv again?"

Paul tried to pull away in a huff. Jeff just tightened his hold. He
chuckled softly as Paul weakly tried to disengage himself. "You're not
getting away that easily. I like it that you get all mushy and
sentimental. That way I know you'll like it when I bring you flowers for no
reason or try to sing you love songs or take you away for a romantic
weekend on our three month anniversary. Or maybe that would that be a three
monthsary?"

Paul was not convinced. "Are you making fun of me?" he asked innocently as
he unzipped Jeff's jeans and fished out his tackle. Wrapping his hand
around Jeff's sizable balls, he gave them a sharp squeeze. Jeff's whole
body jerked in response. "I know you like a little ball play, or should I
say you like me to play with your big balls?" Another sharp squeeze and
another jerk. "Cowboy, you better learn right now; I don't like being made
fun of." Paul could feel Jeff's hard cock leak precum onto his forearm.

Jeff didn't try to pull away' instead he gently lifted Paul's chin until
their eyes met, "I wasn't teasing you. I really am a romantic. I like
hearts and flowers and an occasional rom com. Though I really prefer pizza
and holding you while we watch an action or Sci Fi flick."

Their eyes closed as their lips met in a tender open mouth, no tongue
kiss. When they parted they simply continued to get undressed and headed
for the shower.

When they got into bed Jeff turned off the lamp. He pulled Paul close and
breathed in his scent, happy to realize that his bath wash and shampoo
could not mask that lemony woodsy scent that was pure Paul. Wrapped in each
other's arms they let sleep take them.

Awake and alert, Jeff could tell it was just now dawn. For a moment he
congratulated himself for readjusting so readily to ranch life. Then he
realized it was his lover's movements that had awakened him. Paul was
having a nightmare. He wasn't wildly thrashing around, but he was
definitely struggling in his dream. He was mumbling, but Jeff couldn't make
out any words. He carefully slid out of range in case Paul woke up
swinging. He lightly shook his shoulder. "Babe, Babe, Paul, Paul, wake up
you're having a bad dream." Louder, with a firmer shake, "Paul! Wake Up!"

Paul's head jerked up and his eyes snapped open wide. "Whe.. wha.. Oh Jeff!
Thank God you're here! I dreamed I was checking Triggers teeth and you and
Maria were there with me. But, when I turned to look for you, both of you
were gone. I searched everywhere: in the stables, the out buildings, the
house. I couldn't find you anywhere. The more I searched, the more
desperate I became. All I knew was that you two were somewhere together,
but I couldn't find you."

Jeff had moved closer once Paul woke up. Now, he pulled him into his arms
and fought the urge to rock him like a mother might comfort a young
child. Instead, he simply returned Paul's desperate embrace. Even as he
found it difficult to get more than a shallow breath, Paul's mouth
smothered his. Soon, Jeff became convinced that breathing was overrated;
this kiss was essential.

Together they were drowning in desperation. Kisses, licks, nibbles,
caresses, pulling and tugging, fueled by the flames of their passion. Jeff
wrestled Paul onto his back and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. One,
two, then three fingers, well lubed, along with Paul's urgent bidding let
Jeff know the time had come. Slathering the cool lube onto his rampant
manhood had a momentarily calming effect. This melted away as Jeff
carefully penetrated, then plunged fully into the scalding hot friction of
Paul's ass. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a small voice urged
patience. Jeff heeded nothing but the welcoming and encouraging moans of
his lover. Grabbing Paul's pecs in his hands he began rhythmically pounding
Paul's ass into submission.

Paul began to frantically jerk his own swollen member. Just as he
approached nirvana, he released his shaft in order to ride the crest of the
wave a little longer. He pulled his lover into a lusty kiss. Once their
lips locked, he plowed his fingers through Jeff's chest hair. When he
tugged lightly on the nipples he had to swallow his lover's moans. Jeff
returned the favor, teasing Paul's sensitive nipples. For a few moments,
they were physically connected at groin, chest and mouth.

Paul was the first to blow. He didn't so much `break the kiss' as he
shouted through it. The, "Oh, My God! I'Mmmm CUMmming!" was loud enough to
make Jeff think he had hurt his lover. The hot cum shooting between their
bodies told him otherwise. When Paul's ass began to spasm around his cock
like a warm, pulsating, wet, velvet glove he couldn't hold back. He would
deny that his ROARING was as loud as Paul's but he wasn't willing to put it
up for a vote among their guests. Suffice it to say, it was a momentous
bout for both of them.

Even as they entered the kitchen sometime later, dressed in boots and
jeans, a simple shared glance was enough to ignite a Texas sized smile on
their faces. If they hadn't been so wrapped up in each other, they might
have noticed the knowing smirks the other men were wearing as everyone said
good morning.

Rosarita was not as subtle as she placed mugs of coffee in front of the
latecomers, "Paul, you a big movie fan?"

Racking his brain, Paul guardedly answered, "Not so much in the last few
years, but yeah. Why?"

She unhurriedly placed the scrambled eggs and bacon within their reach. As
they were helping themselves, she continued, "You remember "Forrest Gump"?

As he smeared butter on a still warm biscuit, Paul answered, again
guardedly, "Yeah, I've seen it."

"You remember when Forrest's Mother was trying to get him into regular
school?"

Paul was trying to visualize the scene. He remembered an argument, but
nothing more. His guard was down. This time it was with blatant curiosity
that he answered, "I guess so. Why? What about it?"

If Paul had been paying attention he would have noticed the other men at
the table about to bust out laughing. Except Jeff, he sat there with a
prideful grin that kept spreading as Rosarita talked. Everyone, but Paul,
saw it coming like a big black tornado across a green Texas landscape.

"Well, you remember the Principal came out to his house and his Mother sent
Forrest out to play. After a while the Principal came out onto the porch
with his hat in his hand and coat over his arm and his tie undone? Well, he
said something to Forrest and Forrest answered? Do you remember what the
little boy said?"

Luckily Paul had managed to swallow before he realized what Rosarita was
telling him. Jeff, from his seat at the head of the table, reached over and
helped Paul close his gaping maw. Realization that the whole house had
heard them having sex, lit Paul's face up in crimson.

Paul wasn't sure who started it but his angry gaze fell first on Tom, whose
unrestrained guffaws seemed to encourage the others. When he realized that
his glare just sparked another round of hilarity, he made to stand and
leave the room.

Jeff, reached out again, this time to encourage Paul to stay seated. "
Alright, gentlemen and lady!" He spoke at almost a shout to overcome the
boisterous laughter. Then, "Alright! God Damn It! I said ENOUGH!" With that
he slapped the flat of his hand against the table.

That quieted the room as if someone suddenly turned off a loud tv. Even
Jeff was shocked at how quickly everyone responded to his "bossman
mode". He had only used it a few times. He wasn't one to pull rank, but
there were limits when it came to poking fun at his man. "I don't object to
a little fun. I was as loud, if not louder and I offer no
apologies. Everybody needs to understand this man's place in my life and on
this ranch. Paul has agreed to be my partner for life..."

There were interjections of, "Woohoo!", "Alright!" and "Congratulations!"
and from Tom, could be heard, "Lucky bastard!"

"Thank you. Thank you."

"That means he is to be treated like you treat Uncle Joe and me. Like I
hope you treat every man, woman and child on this ranch, with respect. We
will not intentionally offend anyone. If we do anything that offends you,
by all means bring it to our attention.

"Now, y'all got your digs in about this morning. And that's alright, but
enough is enough. Our private lives will not be up for discussion or
derision. Are there any questions?" Jeff scanned the faces of those present
and all he saw was nods of agreement. When he saw the love in Paul's warm
brown eyes, he felt like he could slay dragons.

Changing the subject, he talked to the bodyguards about the get together.
They had already been briefed by Ilya as to what to expect and who would be
on or off duty. Jeff assured them there would be plenty of good food and
beverages of all kinds. Guests, would be people from the area that were
friends, neighbors and or business associates. In the past politicians were
not specifically invited. If any of the people invited happened to be
politicians, that was not a problem. This year Uncle Joe had personally
invited each of the City Council members and County Commissioners as well
as the District Judge, who had, as a friend, been coming for years
anyway. They would, as was tradition, hire off duty policemen and Deputies
to control traffic and parking. The very good pay along with an open bar
meant there was never a shortage of helping hands.

Jeff made it clear that as soon as she was ready to leave, Rosarita, would
be through for the day. She confirmed that she would be back to prepare
breakfast in the morning, but was off on Christmas Day. She left Paul with
a hug and a whispered, "I am sorry if we offended you. It was really all in
good fun. And to let you know that the Princess may be asking some
potentially embarrassing questions."

At first Paul was not too receptive. Once she had her say he returned her
embrace and whispered back, "I appreciate your intent. Just remember, the
delivery method demands payback. So consider yourself warned."

Jeff, unable to hear the exchange, watched with curiosity, but made no
comment.

As it turned out Paul was almost grateful for the roasting he got at
breakfast, it kept his mind off the meeting with the Sheriff.


Author's Note: Please let me know what you think. This is less than half I
have written for this chapter and haven't finished the questioning much
less the confrontation. I had to cut it off somewhere.


Please let me know what you think, even if it pissed you off.

Jim