Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 12:08:32 -0400 From: Jake Preston Subject: Psychic Detective 16 Psychic Detective 16 By Jake Preston This is a work of erotic gay fiction, intended for readers who enjoy a murder mystery in which fully developed characters interact sexually and in other ways. Their sexual encounters are sometimes romantic, sometimes recreational, sometimes spiritual, and almost always described explicitly. My attention is equally divided between narrative, character development, and sex scenes. If you don't care for this combination, there are many other excellent "nifty" stories to choose from. And remember that while nifty stories are free, maintaining a website is not. Please think about donating at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Writing is usually a solitary avocation, but not necessarily so on nifty.org, where a longer story appears in installments. If my characters and my story grab your attention, you can always intervene with suggestions for improvements. All sincere comments will get a response! Jake, at jemtling@gmail.com * * * * * * Chapter 16 Dragnet Squad: Jack Jackson and Ron Chisik "Maybe we'll get lucky in Laramie," Jackson said as they approached the University campus. He and Ron Chisik had visited campuses in eastern Washington and Idaho. They learned how Anthropology departments were run, but discovered no sightings of Albino or his companion. While they were at Boise State, Jackson got a call from Svenson to say that Albino had been a MA student at Oregon, named Howard Coleman. Jackson and Chisik spent a week together- in a car by day, in motel rooms by night, where they slept in separate beds. They became exercise partners, jogging ten miles each morning, and working out in recreation rooms each evening. With familiarity came friendship, yet Jackson never made a pass at Chisik. This suited Chisik to a point, but he felt horny after three days on the road, and got just a little gay-curious. "What's Göran Svenson got that I haven't got?" he wondered. On the road in the arid plain between Boise and Wyoming, he dropped a hint of his interest when he asked, "What are the three most important differences between straight sex and gay sex?" "Easy to say," Jackson replied. "I don't have the benefit of your experience, but I've talked to enough straight guys to form an opinion. First, gay men have more sex more by a factor of 2. Second, gay sex is more adventurous, because gay men are willing to explore each other's bodies for erogenous zones. Straight men think that is about dick and vagina. Sex for straight couples is four parts missioning and one part cunnilingus. Even blow jobs are rare. Not even the meekest gay guy would settle for such narrow-minded sex. Third, gay couples aren't monogamous. They make allowances for their partner's need for diversity." "So you and Göran aren't monogamous?" Chisik asked, disclosing the point that interested him most at the moment. "No, but we're not promiscuous," Jack replied. He smiled at Chisik and added, "We're somewhere between those extremes." Chisik wanted more information, but couldn't think how to ask. After a silence, he asked, "What do you mean by adventurous sex?" "Here's one way to explain it," Jack said. "When a man and a woman decide to make love, the negotiation is over. When two men decide to make love, the negotiation is just beginning. They have to decide what roles they will play. That breaks the ice for talking about other ways of having sex. Gay sex isn't always anal. For a lot of guys, it's mainly oral, and oral sex leads to the exploration of erogenous zones." "What sort of erogenous zones?" Chisik asked. Jack thought he heard a hormonal influence in his voice. "It could be anything from the earlobes down to the toes," Jack laughed. Chisik was silent. "Sorry, Ron, that came out the wrong way. I didn't mean to sound dismissive. To answer your question, the best e-zones are nipples, armpits, the navel, the foreskin if there is one, the scrotum, the inner thighs, the perineum, the cleft, and the butthole, not in that order, and yes, some guys really do like oral action on their toes," Jack said. "That's a lot of e-zones," Chisik said. "I don't want to sound uneducated about anatomy, but what's a perineum?" "It's the skin behind your scrotum- a lateral line between your scrotum and your asshole. Unknown to most straight guys, it's one of the body's most erogenous e-zones." * * * * * * When they checked into the Hilton Garden Inn, they were given a choice between a room with a king-size bed, or a room with two singles. "We'll take the king," Chisik said. Jack was surprised. After a workout in the weight room and a swim in the pool, they returned to their room, where Jack got took a shower to wash off the chlorine. He left the bathroom door open. Chisik stepped out of his trunks and offered to wash Jack's back. "Sure thing," he said. They stood naked in physical contact for the first time, under the shower-head in the bathtub. The contact got intimate when Jack didn't seem to mind that Chisik put a hand in his butt. Jackson was sensitive to the fact that Chisik was a straight man exploring gay sex. He let Chisik make the moves, and moaned when he felt a finger in his butthole. Chisik reached around Jackson's thigh and groped his engorged cock. Chisik's cock nestled in Jackson's cleft. When he sensed that Chisik was fully engaged, he turned around to face him. A playful sword-fight ensued. After they toweled each other dry, Chisik took his hand and led him to the bed. Jackson nuzzled some oral action into Chisik's pits. "Whatever you do, buddy, I'll reciprocate," Chisik said. Not without hesitation, Chisik kissed Jackson's right pit, tentatively at first, and ran his tongue into it. By the time he got to Jackson's left pit, his hesitation was gone. They experimented with nipple-play. Jackson sidled with Chisik in a 69 and sucked his cock. Chisik reciprocated, not without hesitation at first. Predictably for a circumcised guy, Chisik betrayed an interest in Jackson's foreskin. Jackson lay on his back and let Chisik experiment with it. Jackson demonstrated how to stretch if forward and let it retract into place. "Check it out with your lips," Jackson said. Jackson reciprocated by sucking Chisik's cock. The sensation drove him wild. "No woman ever did this so good," he said. "That's because women don't understand cock," Jackson said. "I could blow you and get you off, if you want, or we could check out those other erogenous zones. It's your choice, Ron." "Let's check out the e-zones. I want this to last," Chisik replied. "If we do that, there's a danger you'll come out of this minus your cherry," Jackson said. "I choose the danger," Chisik said. They took turns licking scrotum and sucking in balls. They took turns licking perinea. Jackson's tongue on Chisik's perineum was a strange pleasure. He wanted more. Jackson positioned Chisik with his ass at the edge of the bed and knelt between his legs. He licked Chisik's perineum and rimmed his butthole. He ran his tongue along Chisik's cleft. When they changed places, Jackson handed Chisik a bottle of poppers. "This'll make it easier," he said. Chisik rimmed Jackson with unexpected enthusiasm. Jackson positioned Chisik on his back and propped his ass on a pillow. He rimmed ass while Chisik frog-legged and rested his ankles on Jackson's shoulders. Chisik figured that this was just another position for rimming. He was surprised when Jackson inserted a lubed finger up his ass. Jackson fingered him slowly, and moved up to two fingers, and three. "I'm dilating your ass, Ron," he said. Chisik was liking it. Chisik thought he was getting an extended finger-fuck, and so he was, in a way. When Jackson pressed his cockhead against Chisik's portal, Chisik didn't resist. "Put the pecker to the pucker," he grunted. Jackson shafted Chisik half-way. Chisik groaned and protested, but he knew it as too late to end it. Jackson shafted him all the way. He gave Chisik time to rest. Then he fucked in earnest. Jackson increased the tempo of fuck-strokes. Chisik's groans turned to moans. "You know what I like best about popping cherry in the missionary position?" Jackson asked. "What?" "Your body compresses, the better to feel the pain," Jackson said, smiling. "You took it like a man." They tried out different positions. "You've got an anal gape going," Jackson said when checked out Chisik's crack. "It looks like a bright red cherry, maybe frayed around the edges." He fucked Chisik harder and checked again. "Your little red gap is getting wider," he said. When they 'returned to the Mission', Chisik orgazzed on Jackson's abdomen, and Jackson planted his seed in Chisik's ass. After a quick shower, they snuggled in bed. "Best sex I ever had," Chisik said. "I feel like part of my prostate's been scooped out with an ice cream spoon. It feels warm inside. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought." "Good sex is good sex. Great sex is great sex," Jackson said. "Having gay sex won't make you gay if you're straight. You alone are the judge of that. Still, I'd be the last person to discourage you from having more gay sex." He laughed. "I think it's your self-confidence in your straightness that allows us to be together. If it weren't for that, you would have gone downtown and picked up a lady at a bar." Chisik drew closer to Jackson and kissed him-the first time they kissed. "It's the oxytoson effect," Jackson said. "My swimmers are generating affection in your bloodstream. I feel it, too. There's more to you than I imagined." He reached for Chisik's cock. It was erect. "There's a lot more to you than I thought." He lay over Chisik's torso and pressed back until Chisik's cock penetrated his ass. Chisik responded by fucking Jackson in positions that Jackson had taught him. He fucked furiously. He needed friction from Jackson's as to cum so soon. He orgazzed and they drifted to sleep in each other's arms. * * * * * * Next morning, Jackson drove Chisik to Sherman Hills to meditate at the three-rail buck- fence where Matthew Shepard was crucified on October 1998 two local rednecks named Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson. They spent a moment of silence at the stone-outlined cross in the ground where Matthew Shepard was found dying. "This used to be called a 'battlefield fence'," Chisik said. "Fences like these were built during the Civil War. After 1865 when Civil War veterans migrated west, they brought this style of fencing with them. It takes more time to build than a barbed wire fence, but it's cheaper." Back on campus, Jackson and Chisik sat on the Matthew Shepard memorial bench in front of the Arts and Sciences building. In the Anthropology department office, they identified themselves and explained the reason for their visit. They asked the Chair-Lindy Greenleaf-if Howard Coleman was a doctoral student at Wyoming. Dr. Greenleaf asked her administrative assistant to look for the name in their computer records. While they waited, she said, "I remember Coleman. He finished his coursework a few years back. He's still working on his dissertation." The administrative assistant handed her a computer printout. Greenleaf introduced her as Susie Watson. "Yes, here it is, started in 2004, course work completed in 2007. Apparently he's still working on his dissertation. His advisor is Roy Peters-a specialist on Native Americans." "Is this the man?"-Jackson showed her the portrait of Coleman. She confirmed that it was. "Would you happen to know his dissertation topic?" Jackson asked. "It's something on comparative religions in the Pacific Northwest. You'd have to ask Dr. Peters for details," Dr. Greenleaf replied. She gave Patrolman Chisik a copy of the printout. Susie Watson returned to the office and gave Greenleaf a correspondence file-letters of recommendation that she had written for Howard Coleman." There were letters addressed to social science chairmen at four community colleges and two small colleges, dated October 2008. Jackson asked if could have photocopies. "I've already copied them," Susie said. She handed him a folder. At Jackson's request, Greenleaf described the courses and the academic experiences that the department used in its doctoral program. While they were speaking, Susie entered the office again, and asked if they would want Roy Peters to join them. "Dr. Greenleaf," Jackson said, "you've got the most efficient, most intelligent administrative assistant I've ever seen. If it weren't unethical, I'd hire her away from you by making her an offer she couldn't refuse." Roy Peters gave an account of Coleman's doctoral work at Wyoming, and spoke of fieldwork in the Wallowa Mountains and in South Dakota. "When he started out, he concentrated on the Nez Persé and the Pacific Northwest. Eventually he changed his focus. Now he's working on three tribal groups: the Wallowas, the Lakota, and the Ojibwe," he said. "His topic..." "Let me guess," Jackson interjected. "Coleman is working on a thesis about Native American sacrifice; specifically, human sacrifice." "How could you know that?" Peters asked. "Jack's a detective," Chisik said. "Susie is making photocopies of one chapter that's been approved, and three chapters that haven't been approved because they're still weak on empirical data," Peters said. "Frankly, I don't agree with his thesis, but Coleman's a stubborn guy and he's sticking to it. He argues that in the rituals of these three groups-Wallowa, Lakota, and Ojibwe-certain details are relics left over from earlier times when they practiced human sacrifice. If he could prove his case, he'd make his mark on anthropology, as human sacrifice has never been considered to be part of their cultural profile." "Let me venture another guess," Jackson said. "Coleman started out with an argument by analogy to Aztecs and Maya. He compared incidental details to argue that human sacrifice had spread to North America. When that wasn't good enough, he discovered contemporary examples of sacrifice that he interprets as the secret persistence of an older barbaric custom. He's got sketches and photos, and even some ritual artifacts. But the sacrificial killings aren't Native American. They are imitations of European practices borrowed from literary sources. And the ritual artifacts are objects stolen from the University of Oregon, and perhaps from one or two other college museums." "Sheriff Jackson, you take my breath away!" Peters exclaimed. "You seem to know a lot more about this than I do." Susie Watson re-entered, wearing latex gloves. She delivered the photocopies of Coleman's drafts. She gave the originals to Jackson. "I assume you'd want to check the pages for fingerprints, Sheriff," she said. "I wonder, Susie, could you fax the photocopies to Göran Svenson at this number in Joseph, Oregon?" Jackson asked. Jackson borrowed Susie's gloves and paged through the manuscript. Chapter Two pertained to the Wallowa. He came to a sketch of three pointed poles, angled in the ground at thirty degrees. "This is the second Eagle Cap crime scene," he said. "It's adapted from Procopius's History of the Wars of Justinian. Maybe this chapter will help us reconstruct the first crime scene at Eagle Cap." He turned to Chapter Three, on Lakota, and found another sketch. "Sacrifice by human barbecue," he said. "This one seems to have a more complicated history, but there's an analogy in Herodotus's Histories, in his book about Egypt, and another in the Sanskrit epic cycle of Vikrama. There's an Armenian example, too, in an episode about Sanasar and Baltasar, two epic twins, but I doubt that Coleman knows anything about it." Jackson moved on to Coleman's fourth chapter, on the Ojibwe. He came to a sketch of a victim suspended between trees and impaled by a metal rod. "This is the Eight Eagles crime scene," he said. "I haven't seen this one personally, but it's exactly as Göran described it. This one's adapted from Dante's Inferno." "Goddamn!" Peters exclaimed. "These sketches always seemed fanciful to me. I've been waiting for Coleman to give me reasons to accept them as authentic." "If he contacts you, keep away from him and contact Patrolman Chisik, or me. Then call the police in Laramie," Jackson said. "This man is dangerous. He's killed twenty people that we know of, he and his mysterious companion." He was interrupted by a cellphone call from Svenson. Afterward he announced: "That was Detective Sergeant Göran Svenson, calling from Oregon. He says that the first chapter in Coleman's dissertation is a repetition of his MA thesis, almost word for word." Ron Chisik produced the photo of Coleman's companion. "It's possible that Coleman met this man while he was in Laramie. Have either of you ever seen him?" Dr. Greenleaf hadn't. "He looks vaguely familiar," Peters said. "He's not an Anthropology student. We have about a hundred grad students, and another hundred undergraduate majors. If he was one of our students, I'd recognize him. He might have taken some survey courses, though. I'm sure I've seen him on campus, but not for several years." For over an hour, Jackson and Chisik, and Professors Greenleaf and Peters, mulled over evidence that disclosed an elaborate academic fraud that had blossomed into serial murders. "This is one for the textbooks," Jackson remarked. When they finished their conference and departed the office, Jackson gave a business card to Susie Watson, and invited her to visit Lakota at the County's expense when things settled down. 1