Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2019 18:54:23 -0500
From: MC VT
Subject: Flashing Blue Lights Gay -Incest

Flashing Blue Lights
 ©MCVT2017  December 12, 2019

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Hate the holidays.  Work ramps into overdrive until around the second week
of the new year.  Drugs, alcohol, domestic disputes, scams, thefts -- more
plentiful than good tidings of great joy.  That's a cop's life, my life.  I
worked the Flats, gang-infested area.  The overtime pay during the holidays
in no way made up for the hassles.

Kept a small one-bedroom apartment for me and my 12-year-old son.  If it
hadn't been for my dad helping, I couldn't have done it.  My wife was
abroad, serving in the military.  Stashing both of our incomes, we were
hoping to buy our own home in the `burbs when she finished her tour.
Sounded like a good idea at the time.  Quickly, I developed a lot of
sympathy for single parents -- raising a kid alone is like having a second
job.

...

December twenty-fourth, before I left the station, I took a photo of the
missing people reports and left in beige cargo shorts, trainers, khaki
shirt and my leather rogue hat, looking like an Australian tourist.  I
started working at noon in the market area; shoplifters, pickpockets, gifts
stolen from vehicles, muggings, the usual.  At six I began the last half of
my shift still on undercover patrol.  Drugs left a few bodies on the
streets -- discretely called to get them hauled off.  For the most part, I
was looking for missing people, lost elders with mental conditions,
kidnapping, kids getting snatched.  Yep, I was armed -- small handgun,
taser and I was bugged.

...

Working the west side, I parked near a large, open-air market, strolled
past the bars and darkened doorways where I heard the bones being tossed,
smelled the witblits; typical day in the hood.  I scanned the area.
Thousands of people out shopping, carrying bundles, traffic was heavy,
music from all the shops and occasional firecrackers -- I hoped they were
firecrackers.  Sunny day, all looked normal for the area when I got a text,
Pops said he was bringing Camo back from his farm, they had a big dinner in
the cooler.  Said they missed me.

"Off at midnight."  I sent back.  Then glanced through the missing persons
again.

I went to "The Alley."  Used to be an alley, a street now where prostitutes
lined the sidewalks.  Every kind, color and specialty were offered to
passersby in front of the small, shabby two-story by-the-hour motels.  Most
hooking were women, some zoning out, some hyped.  Sing-song holiday music
rang out in Afrikaans near the bootleg CD vendors.  Seemed festive with the
colored banners in the windows and high above the streets.  Stopped by a
man at a small table selling trinkets.  Found a string of tiny blue lights
that lit with a small battery pack.  Bought three for us that night at home
and a small bag of dates and nuts.

Walked the alley and back, then I headed back to my SUV when I felt a tug
on my shirt.  Might have jumped a bit, but I turned to see a girl yanking
on my shirttail, "Cupcake?"  She asked shyly, new at the trade.

Damn, the kid was right over a meter tall, and thin.  Dark hair tied back,
wearing a ragged pair of shorts and a dirty tee-shirt.  I looked around the
area, "How much?"

She held up three dirty fingers and shot me a quick smile.  She glanced
around as well.

"Where?"

She pointed down the street to a doorway.  I nodded, pressed the button on
my transmitter and followed her.  Think that was stupid?  Not really, I'm
almost 2 m tall with a build in proportion.  Guessed the girl suspected I
had money and looking to blow off a little cum before a traditional family
dinner and services that night.

In a seedy hotel room, she started taking off her shirt, and stopped,
looking at me.  I handed her the money.  She put it in her sock.  Sitting
on the side of the bed, I checked the photos on my phone again.  No little
girls with her pale coloring, dark, straight hair and rich, brown eyes.
When she was down to her shorts, she came beside me and put my hand on her
crotch.  I felt lumps, the girl had a package?  A few squeezes and I looked
at her. "You're a boy?"

"I have to do five before I get food."  He didn't look up at me.

"You believe that?  Boy, they'll work you till you drop."  I sighed and put
my arm around him.  "Where are you from?"

He didn't answer.  I pulled out my badge, "Maybe we can get you back to
your family tonight."

"Mossel Bay."  He looked up at me, "I can't go home."

"Can't leave you here, it's too dangerous."  I assessed the situation while
he stared at his dirty shoes. "Let's go to the bath."

"Cupcake?"

"No cupcake, no sex.  Nothing like that.  You're busted -- get your clothes
on and come with me.  Got to find a safe place for you."

He stared at me, "Really?"

"Yeah, really.  C'mon, you ain't going back to the curb."

I took him to the bathroom and told him to lock the door after I left.
"When you hear me beep twice, go through the window and get in my black
SUV."  Brought my car to the alley and honked.  Didn't expect him to be
waiting for me, but he jumped out the window and I strapped him in.

Now I should have taken him downtown and booked him, or at least turned him
into the child services but he asked where I was taking him.  I was a
cold-hearted bastard either way turning him in on December 24th.  "You were
breaking the law.  If you get into child welfare, you'll go back home.
Your parents will be glad to see you."  I turned my transmitter off.

"Me moffie. They don't want me."  He looked away.  Must have hurt to say
that.  I'd seen a lot of it before.  Young homosexuals on the streets.  My
nation is conservative to the point of making their children suffer for
their beliefs.  "You hungry?"  He ate the whole bag of dates and nuts in
two mouthfuls.

Got out of the Flats and went to a burger joint.  He ate in the car as I
considered what I would do with him when Pops called.

"Just got here, traffic jam after a truck turned over on the road.  Darling
distributors lost a whole load of Black Mist.  I bought a case on the
cheap."  He sent a photo of miles of cars behind a wrecked truck covered
with looters.

"How's Camo?"

"Excited.  We're going to decorate, have some ice cream after dinner. Not
the same without your mother, but we're not going to be sad tonight.  Got
the music, boxes of ornaments..."

Smiling, "I love you."  Then, I looked over at the boy wolfing down fries
and a burger, "Do we have enough for one more?"

"Sure.  Bringing Officer Krupper?  I liked him."

"No, a real, live elf.  He's from the North Pole."  I'd take him to the
station in the morning, "Come fetch him.  Meet you at the wharfs in an
hour?"

As we drove to the wharfs, I found out that young Eric had been in the
foster care system briefly, and walked out and all the way to the Flats.
He met some kids and asked them about a job.  They pointed him to a gang
member where he asked for work.  They must have thought he was crazy, but
they took him in their stable and began to sell him out along with the
others.  Today was his first day.  He didn't like it, but didn't have
another place to go.

"Look, my dad's coming with my son.  You can spend the night with us while
we find some place for you.  How about celebrating with us tonight?"

He nodded, "Celebrating?"

"Pops got ice cream, we'll have dinner and decorate.  Sound like fun?"  For
the first time since I met him, he smiled.  "Here's the deal.  I won't
force you home and nobody wants cupcake.  Here's a twenty; you don't need
to steal anything from us and you can leave when you want.  If you stay,
I'll find a place for you."

He put the twenty it in his shoe and smiled again, "Ice cream?"

"All you want."

...

Camo jumped out of Pop's truck immediately when I pulled up.  He wrapped
his arms around my neck and his thin legs around my waist, "I missed you.
We gonna party -- did Pops tell you the beer truck fell over?  Got stuck on
the road for a long time."  He jabbered on until he looked in my SUV.
"Who's that?"

"Eric the elf.  He's going to celebrate with us.  You and Pops take him
home and make him comfortable.  I'll be home right after midnight."

Back to the streets.  Spent the rest of my shift roaming, watching the gang
members while they watched me; silent truce, we only nodded at each other.
Things heated up as the sun went down; I didn't hassle anyone -- it might
have caused more trouble than I could handle alone.  Got a few license
numbers and photos.  The whole time I was wondering where I could take the
boy.  State orphanages were as bad or worse than foster care.  My apartment
was too small to meet requirements.

...

Walked in my apartment to music, a decorated tree and two boys playing
video games while Dad was watching the tube.  "We left some ice cream for
you."  He smiled, "That's a cute boy.  What a great gift."

I nodded and went to kiss Camo, then ruffled Eric's hair, "Having a good
time?"  They continued staring at the screen -- video game deafness.  After
showering I made a sandwich from the ham Pops baked and looked through my
phone for the number of a lawyer who worked with the PD occasionally -- he
might help me find a place for Eric.  I texted him to call back.

Settling on the couch next to Pops, "How'd it go with Eric?"  I whispered.

"He was shy at first but doing well for a ten-year-old away. Seems to be
grateful; Camo shared some of his smaller clothes with him.  They convinced
me to take them to the parade tomorrow."

"He was in with a gang.  You need to be careful in case one of them spot
him.  They'll want him back."  Then I leaned nearer him, "Is he hardened,
like street-smart or showing signs he has problems?  Drugs?"

"Not that I noticed.  He helped with supper and the decorating.  No problem
getting him cleaned up."  Dad kissed my cheek, "He seems fine -- actually
quite charming after all he'"

Right as my favorite song came on, the lights flickered and within a few
seconds we were sitting in the dark.  "Damn!"  Camo said, "I was winning."
I got up and found the flashlight and brought the candles.  Power outage,
they happen all the time here. Quickly, Dad got up and got us two beers
while they were still cold while the boys ran relays in the hallway.

"Camo, bring my black bag."  When he brought it, I pulled out the holiday
lights with battery packs.  "We still got the spirit."  The two boys opened
the cellophane bags and put the batteries in the loops of blue mini-lights.
Pops doubled his and put it on his head, like a spotty halo.  The boys were
wearing theirs around their necks as they began wrestling on the floor.
Pops and I checked our phones and relaxed for a while, talking about our
day.  Felt good to hear Camo and Eric laughing, playing.  I was grateful
for that and Pops being with us.

Got up and brought another beer for me and Pops, soon, I went to the fridge
again.  Checked my phone then stopped to think, and counted the empty cans
on the coffee table.  Did I drink three beers within forty-five minutes?  I
wasn't that thirsty.  Then, I realized that the giggling boys had sneaked
sips from my beer in the dark.  "Are you guys drinking our beer?"

They whispered and ran into the bedroom, then came back in their undies,
the glowing mini-lights stuffed in their briefs, blinking.  They were
laughing and dancing around in front of me and Dad singing about "stars are
brightly shining," shaking their hips and posing like starlets.  I was
surprised, then miffed, ready to spank some boy-butts.  Dad was laughing so
hard he was snorting beer out his nose and holding his sides.  Tears ran
down his cheeks as he kept trying to say he was going to pee his pants it
was so funny.

I leaned back watching him as he opened his arms to the boys, taking them
and hugging them as he chuckled softly and kissing both of them.  Removing
my cop persona, I'd let them have their fun.  They were going to bed
shortly, tired or drunk -- probably both.

...

Camo usually slept with me, but tonight I put him on the couch with Eric
and took Dad to bed with me to talk.  We didn't talk; I fell asleep
exhausted.  When I woke, I found Camo on the bed with me, lights still
blinking in his briefs and snoring.  I got up to find Dad and Eric snuggled
together and went to make the coffee.  Stop!  Still no electricity.  Took a
cold shower and went to my SUV, checked my phone.  No call from the lawyer.
Found a street vendor, got breakfast, went home to find all three of them
on the couch conducting a tickle war.

Dad had the boys dressed to go to the parade.  I didn't feel so good about
it and told Camo to give Eric a hat and sunglasses, "Keep them on all day
and stay near Dad."  They were excited about going to hear the bands and
see the step dancers from the different schools.  Several of the Springboks
would be there signing autographs.  "I'll be working security at the
judge's stand -- assigned to the vice-president today.  Be home at six."

Then, I told the boys that this was a home, not a party-house, "Pick up all
your clothes, fold the blankets...  C'mon, let's get this place in order."
Dad cleaned the kitchen while I started laundry but I stood beside him at
the sink, "Why was Camo with me and Eric with you this morning?"

"Don't know how that happened, but that boy Eric wants to sleep right next
to me.  I think he needs a little security after all he's been through.  He
walked a long way, then got some rough treatment..."

"Is he, well -- is he precocious or something?"

He thought for a moment, "Not sure, but he likes me and precocious is a
good thing, remember?"

"Yeah, well, I didn't get my gift last night."  I kissed his cheek,
"Tonight?"

"I don't know.  Got to keep those boys out of the beer, but gosh, that was
a riot last night.  Dancing with the lights in their drawers and singing.
That was more fun than I've had in years.  Best present I ever got, an elf
of my very own."

"He's not a gift."  I snorted.

...

Well, I couldn't get off till seven and by the time I got home, Dad was
fixing dinner and the boys were back on the video games.  Dad had spoiled
them with popcorn and sodas all afternoon.

Over dinner I laid down the law: "Where I put you to sleep, stay there.  No
wandering in the dark around looking for a better deal.  Is that clear?"

All three of them grinned and looked at each other, that's when I realized
I'd made an unenforceable rule.  I'd be asleep.  "Dad and I get the bed
because we're bigger."  They all grinned again.  They were going to do what
they wanted.  I remembered the beer, "Underage drinking will get you tossed
in the hoosegow after a mean spanking."  I winced my eyes at them.  They
grinned again until Eric spoke up.

"Beer tastes sour.  I want ice cream."

After dinner, we watched the tele for a while, letting the boys choose a
movie while they ate from the ice cream carton with two spoons.  I sat next
to Dad.  "I'm tired. Let's go to bed."  I winked, got up and brought the
pillows and blankets for the boys to sleep on the couch.

...

Every holiday that I could remember Pops gave me a gift the night before.
When I was a boy, he would kiss me and hold me, telling me how much he
loved me because I was his perfect son.  As the years passed, he taught me
the pleasure of a good blow job and taught me to enjoy him in the same way.
The year he slipped his finger in my butt, I thought I would die from the
pleasure.  We declared a number of personal holidays the year my dick shot
real cum, he taught me how good a cock in my butt felt.  Being a
super-horny teen, I couldn't get enough of him.  Living on a farm, we had
time and space, privacy and I was his.  Still am.

Thought he'd never come to bed, but he had to hug the boys and get them
settled in.  Finally, feeling his weight on the bed, "I love you."

"This has been the best holiday.  Thanks for bringing me that boy Eric,
he's smart.  I want to take him home with me when Camo starts school."

"I'm looking for a home for him, a place where he won't be harassed for
being gay.  I called a lawyer to find out where he would be safe."

"He'll be fine with me.  Something special about him, he's got courage --
pluck and the sweetest little rear."  I had my hand on Dad's cock, kissing
his shoulder, ready.  We wound up lips to groins.  My dad was something of
a quick-draw and always loud. Soon, he started moaning as his body shook,
pumping deep in my throat.

Thought I was seeing things when I glanced between his thighs and saw tiny
blue lights moving around.  "What are you doing here?"  The boys were up
with their lights around their thin waists, twisted around their short
dicks, flashing and looking way too festive for the situation.  They
started snickering.

"What are you doing?  Are you biting Pops?  Sounds like you're hurting
him."  Camo asked, looking closer, Eric right beside him inspecting Pops'
tired shaft.

Without missing a beat, Pops turned over and grabbed the boys, "Turn your
lights off and go to sleep."  Two boys cramped the space, and eventually I
turned around and found enough room to sleep.  Eric found his way to Dad
and slept at his chest.  That was endearing, but I didn't get my affection
and Camo snored like a chain saw next to my ear.

...

Got up early and went back to bed as the sun began warming the room.  Never
slept in a bed full of morning erections, but there was a short mountain
range under the sheet.  Went to make coffee.  Soon, the sound of the
shower.  Had to go check.  Pops had both the boys in the shower with him?
These boys were horning in on my territory.  I let it go and turned on the
news.

Gang warfare in the Flats, territory dispute.  I called the precinct; I'd
be working the streets on the edge of the Flats again.  Another load of
drugs was found at the port.

"Pops," I kissed his cheek as he poured his coffee.  "A big load just hit
town..."  I started; he could tell what I was saying.  "Take the boys to
the farm.  Something could happen."

"I worry for you."  He patted my butt.

"I worry for you out on the farm alone."  I shot him a look, "I'm worrying
about our time together.  These boys are getting in my way."

"Ain't it grand?"  He chuckled and winked.

...

That night I came home to find the boys were having a tiff.  Neither one
would tell me anything, "What's going on?"

"Gifts."  Pops wouldn't say anymore.

Got undressed and started dinner but stopped.  We didn't exchange gifts
this year, I didn't have time to shop, and Camo said he'd wait for a pair
of skates.  Dad didn't want anything.  Maybe Eric felt left out.  Over
dinner, I found out this stink was about those cheap, flashing blue lights.
Ever the cop, I asked everyone to hand them over.  "Confiscating the
lights.  Bring `em here.  Contraband and now evidence."

It was still hot, and we were warned not to use any extra power or lose it
altogether.  Everyone donned their shorts and we spent the evening in the
arcade at the mall.  After the sun went down, we went home.  The boys lay
with Pops watching the news and fell asleep.  Went to bed alone.  As usual,
one of them came looking around for a better deal.  Camo climbed in beside
me and snuggled in the dark.  "What's this about the gifts?"

"Not gifts, gift.  Pops thinks Eric is his gift, his personal elf and he
doesn't give me any more attention."  Camo was miffed.  "He doesn't love me
anymore.  I don't like double-suiggie, I want my own special suiggie."

"Explain a special suiggie."  I had a good idea Pops was getting a mouthful
of boy junk, like he did with me.

After he wiggled around in the dark, he threw his leg over my chest and sat
on my ribcage naked.  "Flick."

"What's a flick?  Like a video?"  I played dumb just to hear him explain
himself.

He took my hand and put it over his package. "Not that kind of flick. You
have to touch, real light first."  I rubbed along his short stalk with my
fingertips.  A full, silky four inches when he was hard, `tikels smooth and
bald.  He grabbed my left hand, "Check for a boomslang."  With that he
shoved my left hand between his legs.  "He could be there."

There was a boomslang in my boxers ready to spring.  I didn't mention it.

He leaned forward, "Peek and flick."  I was instructed to pull his delicate
foreskin back and flick his tiny slit once with my tongue, then recover his
glans and repeat quickly.  Well, that was new in Pops' repertoire.

"Check for the boomslang."  That meant to fondle his balls simultaneously,
which made his breaths irregular.  He was about to peak and suddenly pushed
my hand aside and fell on my face, short rod and tight balls hitting my
chin.  Quickly, I lowered my head and took him in my mouth.  Sucking, yeah,
suiggie-ing his tender rod when he gasped, "Boomslang, Daddy!"

Had to keep up the fondling as I sucked -- yeah, my snake was ready to
spring into action.  Pushed his rod against the roof of my mouth and let my
tongue work the sensitive underside while he hunched against my face,
breathing when my face wasn't covered by his belly.  Poor Camo started
trembling.  I grabbed him hard against me, smooth skin against my face.

"Suig!  Hard!"  He grunted to the headboard.  I flicked my tongue along his
rod teasingly, then pressed him hard into my face and felt his body jerk
several times until he fell, spent, on top of me.

Rolling him off me, I saw he was ready to go to sleep, but whispered: "Kiss
now."  I kissed his lips to feel his tongue sneaking out to touch mine.
Pops had the kid trained well.  Quickly I turned him on his side and wedged
my rigid snake between his legs, plenty of juice to make it work and I slid
myself back and forth a few times.  As it goes, cops can get super-horny
and my gifts were overdue from dad.  I shot off between his legs and wiped
it up with his briefs and fell asleep next to him.

Called in late for work the next morning, I had a text message from the
lawyer.  Kinda didn't want to call, but Eric was such a cutie, he needed to
be safe.  Sent the phone number to Pops, "Call the lawyer, ask about a
place for Eric -- write down all the details."  I hit the road.

...

Came home to an empty house.  I called Pops, he didn't answer.  Cleaned up
and started a wash, and pulled out a beer then lay down to nap. Camo came
to the bed and shoved me over.  "He's taking my place.  Pops is taking him
home with him.  Eric's a jerk, he's stealing my Pops."

"Must have gotten temporary foster status."  I thought.  "What about me?"

Camo didn't say anything, still stewing.

"My special suiggie no good?"

"I want Pops."

"My beautiful son, my precious, perfect son.  My horny little bokkie."  I
gathered his spidery limbs and pulled him against me.  "I can't wait for
them to leave us alone.  You're my guy."

"I don't like having to explain everything.  Why don't you do like Pops?"

"How would you like to find out exactly where that boomslang hides?"
Holding him against me tightly; time to make my boy my own, like I was
Pops'.



Fin.

Flashing Blue Lights