Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2021 09:24:09 -0500
From: Hank <hankbrookscc@comcast.net>
Subject: In His Daddy's Shadow, Chapter 3

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In His Daddy's Shadow


Chapter 3

By the time he was eighteen, Vincent Morelli was sexually active, and why
not?  He was exceptionally handsome, and a total hunk.  He worked out
regularly, and he had a tight, muscular body.  He was also fully matured,
and could pass as an over twenty-one-year-old man in any bar he walked
into.  He was rarely asked to produce ID.

He had his favorite pick-up bar, and he would be hit on the moment he
entered.  Sometimes a young man would hit on him, but Vincent paid no
attention.  He attributed the man's actions as being friendly, and
nothing more.  Vincent even had a ready place to entertain a young lady.
His parents were both travelling salespersons, and they were rarely
home.  More often than not, Vincent had to fend for himself.  His friends
often remarked how lucky he was.  He had the world by the nuts, to use a
trite old expression.

When he was twenty-one, he applied to enroll in the police academy.  As a
kid all his friends wanted to be firemen.  They pictured themselves
speeding along the streets in a sleek red truck, with the siren wailing.
Vincent never wanted any of that.  He simply wanted to be a cop.
Unfortunately, he failed the physical.  It was determined that he had a
fluttery heart valve.

That was the first real disappointment of his life, but he made the best
of it.  He got himself a permit to carry a concealed weapon, and he
advertised on Craig's List, offering his services as a bodyguard.  He
got plenty of jobs, but unfortunately, most of them were temporary.  His
services were only needed for a special occasion like a wedding or a
birthday party.  He would have preferred a permanent position guarding
some celebrity, but he was content for the moment.  Since he wasn't tied
down, and he was making money, he had plenty of time to carouse in bars,
and fuck lovely young girls.

Finally, he was hired by a celebrity, a French movie star.  He was to be
in Los Angeles for several weeks, filming some local scenes for a movie
he was starring in.  He hired Vincent as his body guard during the few
weeks he would be staying in The United States.  It turned out that
Pierre Cordet was a party animal, and he asked Vincent to introduce him
to some of L.A.'s night life.  Vincent felt blessed.  He could not be
happier.  Pierre was a very handsome man, and Vincent assumed he'd be a
chick magnet.  Pierre also insisted that Vincent share his hotel suite
during his stay, like a body guard should.  Vincent expected to sleep on
the sofa.  Pierre had different ideas.

His suite had a bedroom, and a small sitting area.  There was one
bathroom.  The first night of his employment, Vincent took Pierre to his
favorite watering hole.  In mere seconds, women were all over them.  They
simply adored Pierre's sexy accent and good looks.  Pierre didn't seem
to be interested in any of them, and Vincent warded them off also.  He
didn't want to pick up a woman unless Pierre did first.

Finally, Pierre asked Vincent to take him back to his hotel.  He had to
be on the set very early the next morning, and he needed to get some
sleep.  When they got there, Pierre announced that he was going to shower
and shave, because he wouldn't have time in the morning.  Since Vincent
was driving him to his shoot, he suggested that Vincent do the same.

"Good idea," Vincent said.  "Do you want to go first?"

"Don't be so uptight." Pierre said. "We'll shower together, and we
can do each other's backs."

Vincent was shocked.  He finally realized that Pierre was coming on to
him.  Up until now, Pierre's request to go out on the town with him, and
share his suite, had not meant anything to Vincent, but now the light had
finally dawned.  He didn't know what to do, but he began to
rationalize.  Pierre was paying him an extravagant fee, and he didn't
want to lose the job.  Besides, he was just plain curious.  He always
wanted to fuck one of his women in the ass, but he was too chicken to
ask.  He believed that they would say no anyway, and maybe think that he
was gross.

He couldn't bring himself to agree verbally to shower with Pierre, so he
indicated his acceptance by starting to strip.  When both men were naked,
they gave each other the usual examination.  Neither was cut.  Pierre was
about four flaccid inches, but as Vincent stared at his cock, it grew to
about six and a half inches.  Vincent was about four and a half inches
flaccid.  He had not yet started to get hard, because he was too scared.
He was out of his comfort zone, and he wondered if he would be able to
get hard.  If he did manage to get an erection, he knew that he would
reach seven inches.  In addition, his cock was a little fatter than
Pierre's.

Pierre started the shower, and when the water temperature satisfied him,
he took Vincent's hand and led him into the stall shower.  Poor Vincent
was standing still as a statue, not knowing what to do.  Pierre realized
that this was Vincent's first time with a man, so he took the lead.  He
took a bar of soap and started to soap Vincent's chest.  He began to run
his hand south, but he stopped at Vincent's pubic area.

Vincent was disappointed when Pierre ceased his downward journey.  He was
bewildered when he realized that he couldn't wait for Pierre to embrace
his cock, peel back his foreskin, and cleanse it.  He also became aware
that he was as hard as he had ever gotten in his life.

He didn't have to wait long for his lesson in male erotica to continue.
Pierre turned him around and began to bathe his back.  This time he
didn't stop going lower and lower.  Before Vincent knew it, Pierre was
soaping his cute, delectable ass, and kneading it like dough.  Vincent
was getting one shock after another.  He couldn't believe how good it
felt.

Pierre began to soap his crack, and even entered it slightly with one of
his fingers.  By now Vincent was purring.  Then Pierre began to fondle
and soap Vincent's balls.  He was no longer purring, he was whimpering.
It got better and better.  Pierre fell to his knees and began to rim
Vincent's ass.  He hardened his tongue as best he could, and tried to
enter Vincent's luscious ass hole.

"I'm going to fuck you," Pierre whispered in Vincent's ear.  "It
will hurt, but please bear it.  The pain will leave quickly and you'll
never want me to stop."

Vincent's brain was in turmoil, but he whispered, "Go for it.  I won't
mind."

Pierre peeled back his foreskin, and soaped his cock until it was
sterile.  He entered Vincent a centimeter at a time, but Vincent was
still in great pain.  When he was all the way in, Pierre reached around,
and held Vincent's cock in his hand.  He didn't stroke it.  He just
held it, rolling it softly in his palm.  Vincent forgot the pain in his
ass, as waves of pleasure rolled over him.

When Pierre became aware that Vincent was completely relaxed, he started
stroking.  His cock was gently massaging Vincent's prostate, and the
bodyguard was overwhelmed with erotic pleasure, but he didn't cum.
However, it didn't take Pierre long to empty a gusher of spunk into
Vincent's ass.

"Please," Vincent begged, "get me off.  I've got to cum."

Pierre didn't say anything, but he withdrew from Vincent's ass, and
turned him around.  He fell to his knees and took Vincent's cock into
his mouth.  Pierre gave Vincent what he was certain was the best blow job
he ever had in his life.  Pierre left him speechless, and barely able to
breathe.

"Next time," Pierre said, "we'll do this in bed.  We'll both be much
more comfortable.  Now let's get some sleep."

Of course, Vincent slept in Pierre's bed.  They fell asleep fondling and
kissing each other.  Vincent could not believe he was kissing a man, but
it felt so good.

The two men had sex for the remainder of Pierre's stay.  They said
goodbye with much sadness, but Vincent was a changed man.  After that, he
didn't care about the gender of anyone he slept with.  It could be a man
or a woman.  He didn't give it any thought at all.

When he was about twenty-four years old, Vincent got careless one night
with a girl he had been seeing a lot of lately.  Unfortunately, he got
Rosemary pregnant.  They had a shotgun wedding, and Rosemary moved in
with him.  They got along well enough as a married couple, and they both
adored their son, James, but neither one of them was much into monogamy.
They gave each other carte blanche to have as much fun outside their
bedroom, as they both desired.  That arrangement worked well for both of
them, but Vincent held back one little thing from his wife.  He never
told her that he slept as much with men as he did with women.  He would
never admit it to himself or anyone else, but he preferred men.

Tragedy struck when James was about four years old.  It was about two in
the morning and Rosemary was returning from a tryst with some handsome
hunk she had met at a bar.  She was a little drunk and very sleepy.  As a
result, she fell asleep at the wheel.  She ran a red light, and hit a
gasoline truck broadside.  The truck blew up killing her and the truck
driver before they knew what hit them.

Vincent wasn't at all sad.  With the help of his parents, he raised
James very well.  Now that he was leading a bi-sexual life style, he had
developed a bit of gaydar.  It helped him in his quest for men.  By the
time James was twelve, Vincent was convinced that his son was gay.  It
didn't bother him at all.

When James was thirteen, Vincent got the job he always dreamed of.  He
was going to be a fulltime bodyguard to the son of two of the most
famous, and richest, people on earth, my father and mother.  It didn't
take long for him to conclude that I was gay also, and he wondered if he
could fix me up with James.  He thought it would be great if James fell
in love with me, and me with him.  After all, I was filthy rich.

The opportunity presented itself when my folks went away on business at
the same time, and Vincent had to sleep over.  He was delighted when
James and I agreed to share a room.  He had no idea that the untimely
death of the cook would force him to sleep in the next bed to us.

We were both young, and virile, and more than a little bit handsome.
Poor Vincent could not resist us, and the very first night, after
Carolyn's murder, he asked us if he could join us in bed.  The two of us
agreed immediately.

Vincent was a godsend.  He taught us how to fuck that night, and the
three of us made love in every combination we had ever witnessed in gay
porn films.  James and I must have told him ten thousand times how
grateful we were, and how much we loved him.

****

Early the next morning, Vincent got a call from Detective O'Brian, the
head of the team assigned to the Carolyn Shaw case.

"I wanted to update you," he said.  "We finally put together a
connection between the three murdered woman.  All three of them, and a
policewoman, testified against a guy named Joe Franklin.  The women
accused him of raping them, and the police officer testified that he
attempted to rape her.  We've identified the undercover police woman,
Marie Shephard, and I've sent a couple of cars to protect her.  She
could well be the next intended victim."

"Then you're pretty sure that the murderer is this Joe Franklin?"
Vincent asked.

"I'm afraid not.  Franklin is locked up tighter than the wrappings on a
mummy.  He's in a state prison."

"Then your back to square one," Vince noted.

"Not really.  We figure that the murderer is someone very close to him.
Whoever it is, might be seeking revenge for both of them, perhaps for
having separated them.  So now all we have to do is learn everything
possible about all of Franklin's relationships."

"Good luck, Detective, and if I can help in any way, please call on
me."

That afternoon, Vincent, James and I were playing Monopoly in the den,
when Detective O'Brian called again.  "Have you seen the news?" he
asked.

"No," Vince answered, "we've been playing Monopoly all afternoon.
There's not much else to do since we're in lockdown.  What happened
now?"

"We got to Marie's house too late.  She was stabbed to death.  Security
tapes show a masked man ringing her doorbell.  When she opened the door,
he rushed her, and pulled her inside.  The tapes show him coming out a
minute later, but unfortunately he's still masked."

"He's gotten everyone who testified against Franklin.  That should put
a stop to it," Vincent said.  He knew that he might be too optimistic.

"I wish that was true," O'Brian said.  "I've seen cases like this
before.  Someone commits a number of murders to get revenge, but he gets
so high on committing murder that he goes right on doing it.
Unfortunately, the later murders are usually random, and it gets harder
to apprehend the perp."

"But that might not happen," Vincent said, still trying to maintain an
air of optimism.

To be continued...