Chapter 20

 Part 1

Chaplain O’Malley kept drumming his fingers on his legs. He just couldn’t explain the way he was feeling, the nervousness as he waited for his summons to enter the office of the base adjutant. Major Collier was well known at the base for his no nonsense approach to discipline but he was also known as being a man who stood 110% behind his men. If they were right, he would put his own career and life on the line for them, but God help them if they were wrong, and his vengeance was well known not just on the base, but in the Corps itself.

He had no real idea of why he had receive the summons to appear before the adjutant but here he was waiting, watching as men came and went. Strange, for a military that was co-ed he notice that few female personnel seemed to be around the adjutant and even less seemed to be called into his office but then, he was just being paranoid as he struggled to figure out what it was that the Major wanted. Mind you if he was honest, he also was distracted by his meeting with Adam Westbrook, the soldier accused of instigating the horrible attack on two young gay men. One had died shortly after the attack and the other might as well be dead, as there was no brain activity and his family had made the painful decision to remove the young man from life support measures. It was only a matter of time, so the Doctor had said and for a brief second, there was something about the Doctor that nagged at him, but he just couldn’t connect it.

Adam on the other hand seemed almost jubilant the last time he saw him. He had received permission to take him his ornate bible. He had almost choked when an MP had allowed him to search Adam’s quarters. The bible itself was in a cheap naugahide covering, but it had the white cross emblazoned across it, but it also had Hartwell Ministries in fancy gold leaf lettering along the spine and bottom of the cover. Chaplain O’Malley had had his fair share of dealing with these types before, but nothing like what he was seeing happening here. 

For whatever purpose, it seemed the Hartwell Ministries were providing Adam with one of the nations most well know defense attorneys. It wasn’t so much that the man got his clients off either, just that he always made the news and many of his causes were one’s that bordered on the extreme. He had defended a man for bombing an abortion clinic using the defense that God was at war with evil and that the accused was merely a soldier doing his duty in God’s war. Such crap but what had fanned his flames of anger was that 12 unknowns had bought enough of the defense to actually reduce the charges. He supposed he should be grateful that they hadn’t dismissed the case, still it rankled with him and maybe that was one of the reasons he was feeling so jittery these days?

Was he really having doubts about man or was it about God? He couldn’t begin to fathom God’s reasons for many things, and it seemed that the older he got, the more he saw on the news, the less faith he seemed to have. The more he read, the more he actually witnessed the more he wondered about God’s plan and if it was all just an experiment gone horribly wrong? His own prayers no longer rang true in his heart, and they no longer asked mainly for forgiveness, instead they had turned into piercing questions, questions that he didn’t seem to be getting any answers to.

He was troubled in his soul, he knew that and he felt like he was no longer able to clearly administer God’s words because he himself was having trouble believing in them. How do you tell a family member that it is God’s will that some lunatic got loose and killed their father or mother when you know it was simply a case of someone not filing the proper paperwork? How did you tell someone that it was God’s need of a young mother when her children were only just learning to walk? How could you explain to a grieving mother that the loss of her young infant son was all a part of God’s design and grandiose plan?

What kind of plan was it that allowed children to play among burned out buildings and suffer from unexploded bombs or worse, play in a field to fall victim to a hidden land mine? How did he answer all those questions from grieving grandparents who lost generations of family in a war that had been going on for centuries and yet no one knew why? No one could explain to him or anyone why some people took God’s words and turned them against other men not because those men were evil or bad or even threatening them, but simply because they believed in a different interpretation?

For almost 24 years he had been dealing with all that, and yet he had never wavered in his belief, never faltered in his trust that God was all knowing, all caring and yet now, the loss of two young men seemed to have brought the long repressed doubts to the surface and he was scared. He was frightened that his rock, his safe harbour was not the safe place he had assumed. It was instead filled with rocky slopes, slippery paths, and he was slipping on those rocks and he had no idea how to save himself and that thought only made the fear rise up more inside of him.

He could still see Adam’s face as he had told the Chaplain about the miracle, about how he had prayed for guidance and help and then in the morning, with the coming of dawn, he had received word that his savior had answered his prayers. He was actually getting help from a real man of God and his eyes had burned with a look that had made Chaplain O’Malley’s heart quiver in fear. The way he looked made him think about the young sniper he had met, who had taken so many young lives, and when confronted with his death he had looked into Chaplain O’Malley’s eyes and spoke about how he was going to meet God, and wondered if God would pin a medal on his chest or would it be Jesus who did that stuff, because he had done such a good job for the Lord in God’s war against the evil in his land.

Chaplain O’Malley had been stunned by the earnest young man’s question and he had recalled the doctor’s comments, that this particular sniper had terrorized the entire block of Sarajevo for almost five months before he had finally been shot himself. He was credited with killing of over 100 young Muslim children and about 40 adults. It seemed he had preyed on the young, because they were the future enemies, or so he had said as he lay dying in his own blood. Looking at Adam earlier, he had seen that same look in his eyes as he had in that dying young Serb sniper and just as then, he felt the chill running up and down his spine.

For anyone to think that God would approve was something he found deeply troubling. Yet, as he continued to let his fingers drum on his legs, he knew that whole nations went to war, each of them believing that God was on their side, that they were only doing God’s work and yet how could anyone think that? Where, in any bible did it talk about God’s desire to wage war on those who didn’t believe in him? Wasn’t it in the Old Testament even where God became angry because Miriam had danced and rejoiced as the Egyptians drowned in the red sea as the chosen were rescued from bondage? Where in Jesus’ entire saying was there any mention of taking it upon one selves to administer God’s justice on their fellow man? Did Jesus not preach love and tolerance? How could all that be so twisted as to make men bomb clinics, snipe at doctors, or go out and beat to death two young innocents? How? 

The pain inside of him was tearing his soul apart. He didn’t have any answers and yet being a man of God, a modern man, he needed those answers, he desperately wanted them and yet he couldn’t find them. The doubts were rising and with a clouded head he was suddenly thrust into dealing with Major Collier. His eyes looked frightened and his heart was beating and while Major Collier took it to be simply stage fright, Chaplain O’Malley knew it was something else. He knew that he was being tested and he was afraid that he was not up to the challenge.

Major Collier “Chaplain…”

Chaplain O’Malley “Sir?”

Major “You have seen this man, Westbrook, correct?”

Chaplain “Yes Sir”

Major “Is he guilty?”

Chaplain “Sir?”

Major “Is he guilty of doing this? It’s a simple question Chaplain.”

Chaplain “Yes Sir it is, but I am not a judge nor his jury, I can’t tell you if he’s guilty or not.”

Major “I know that, but do you think he is guilty? That’s what I want to know.”

Chaplain “I can’t say Major, I don’t think I am in any position to render such a decision, I have met with him, as his spiritual advisor, I can’t, I won’t render an opinion as to his guilt or innocence.”

Major “I see, you have a degree in psychiatry don’t you Chaplain?”

Chaplain “Yes, I do, but I am also a Priest Major.”

Major “I am aware of that Chaplain, so, his he crazy then?”

Chaplain “Major, you are asking me to make a judgment call without knowing the facts, how can I answer that? Is he crazy, I don’t know, is any man sane who commits a crime like that? I can’t answer you Major, why are you asking me all this?”

Major “I have a decision to make Chaplain, I need to know the man I am supposed to be dealing with, is he crazy or is he just some kook who hates queers? Surely you can give me an idea on that, can’t you?”

Chaplain “I suppose, still I don’t quite understand how my opinion, and it would only be an opinion, could have any bearing on this case.”

Major “Chaplain, look, I know you don’t want to commit to an answer, either way, but this afternoon I have to send an officer to the court house to petition the court to surrender Westbrook to us for discipline, I need to know if I am going to be seeking to prosecute a criminal or a sick person, now is that unreasonable to ask?”

Chaplain “But Major, how does, I mean the military has no jurisdiction in this does it? How…”

Major “That isn’t your concern Chaplain, please, leave that to the JAG people, what I need to know, is this Westbrook sane or not?”

Chaplain “I, I think he is deeply troubled, does that make him insane? I don’t know, I suppose it can, I know he has a warped sense of what is God’s will and maybe that too makes him unbalanced, but is he insane? I don’t know, by what standards do I use? By religious standards he is a soul in torment, by medical standards he may suffer from delusions, by legal standards he may indeed know the difference between right and wrong, it is just that what he thinks is right and what is what we think is right are not the same, so Major, I don’t know how to answer you.”

Major “I see, but you have talked with him, a few times I believe? So tell me, does he believe he was justified in what he did? Does he have such a hatred for these types or was he deluded by some, how did you put it? Oh yes, by some warped sense of what is God’s will? In your opinion Chaplain, and please, this is between us, I need to get a feel for this man.”

 Chaplain “Why?”

Major “Fair enough, why, well simply put Chaplain, if he is just some thug, then the military is best suited for punishing him, the civilian courts are way too lenient on these issues, on the other hand Chaplain, if he is seriously ill mentally, then the civilian courts are much better equipped at dealing with it than we are.”

Chaplain “I see, I think, and yet, I mean, well I don’t know, to me he is dangerous, he is deluded in his beliefs, but was he insane? I don’t know, but I think locking him up for a long time isn’t going to change him, and that’s the best I can do Major.”

Major “I see, well, thank you Chaplain, now if you’ll excuse me…”

Chaplain “Major, why? I mean, the military doesn’t generally consider interceding in these cases, why are you?”

Major “It’s my job Chaplain, for whatever he did, he is still under my command, but the Corps also has its own sense of justice. It is my understanding that he won’t be charged to the full extent of the law, I need to make sure he is, if he’s just plain guilty, but I also have to do what is best for him, after all he has served his country, we owe our men that, don’t we?”

Chaplain “I see, thank you Major.”

Major “Chaplain.”

Chaplain left the Major’s office even more perplexed than when he went in. There sat a man who was trying to decide how best to punish another, again by some code that made no sense. The Corps as he put it was designed to wage war on others, and yet he used that very Corps as a holy cradle for justice? It just didn’t make any sense and he opened the door to the base chapel and walked in to stare at the image of Christ, his body in obvious torture and yet his face looked so peaceful, as if there was no pain.

Part 2

Judge Robert Stilton looked over his court docket for the afternoon session and his lips twitched a little as he came across the name Westbrook. He had read about the case in the papers and he didn’t like it one bit. He knew that it would be a media circus and that he would spend most of the time leading up to the trial hip deep in briefs. What was worse was that defending this young soldier boy was none other than Samuel Smith. The man was a showboat and a zealot to boot. He hated fanatics, all kinds and he sighed, knowing that this case would be a ball twister.

For a brief instant, the tall 63 year old judge thought about simply passing the case on, knowing that given his experience he could easily manage it, but that was just a passing thought. He wouldn’t be where he was if he had passed on the tough cases and that brought a smile to his face. He wasn’t a supporter of gays, he really did believe that it was morally wrong for men or women to engage in same sex but that really was as far as it went. What he did abhor though was people using someone’s difference as an excuse for violence or denial of their rights under the law.

Despite his gruff exterior, Robert Stilton was a passionate man. Maybe not in some areas anymore, or so his wife complained on occasion but he was just as fiery now as he was over 40 years ago when he first entered Harvard law school. His eyes would take on an almost glassy look and sometimes, so some of his associates would say, you could see the fires in his soul burning as he spoke about the law and what a wonderful mistress she could be for those who embraced it whole heartedly. He had no use for those who used the law merely as stepping-stones and despite all his years on the bench, he hadn’t changed in that opinion yet.

Ever since he could recall, he had been a Republican and yet many of those who knew him, thought him to be a liberal. He had some strange ideas of what should or shouldn’t be done by the courts, and yet he was the strongest advocate for human rights, while at the same time arguing passionately against affirmative action laws. He didn’t believe in them, not because they gave an advantage to any minority but because they gave them a disadvantage.

To him, you didn’t lower the standard because one group or another couldn’t reach the high level, instead you worked within that group to help them reach that level whether it was through increased jobs, better police, or more tools such as teachers and teacher aids. You didn’t water down the standards, you raised them and you challenged the people, all of the people to reach those goals and only then could you end racism and bigotry, because it was out of poverty and ignorance that such thoughts flourished. Not too many of his ‘democratic’ brethren quite agreed with him but then, he really didn’t expect them too, after all, it wasn’t common for a man of his background to be accepted, irrespective of his opinions.

He looked up as he heard the tell tale knock and he sat back as he waited for his chief aide to enter the inner sanctum of his chamber. No one, other than his aide or secretary ever entered here and yet it was where he felt the least secure or safe. Robert Stilton knew about doubts, he was tortured by them constantly but then as some great person had said, only the fools and ignorant have no doubts, never question themselves, and that gave him some comfort. He really didn’t want to be thought of as a fool or ignorant.

Hunter Mathers entered the chambers and he could see that the old man was ready to breath fire. He smiled to himself because he knew the man had seen the case on the afternoon’s docket. He really did like a case that could test one’s resolve, test his sacred mistress and when the law came through, the celebration was something else to behold. 

He wasn’t that far from law school, and in fact had done one full year as a Public Defender, which was how he had come to the Judge’s attention. He had tried a case, one he eventually lost, but it was his passionate defense of his client that had made its mark on the Judge and now, for the last 18 months he had become the Judge’s chief aide and clerk. There had been rumours in the office that they could soon be shifting locations, from the state court house over to that sacred seat in the nation’s capital and he wondered if that was true or just a rumour? It certainly would be something to work for an associate justice on the highest bench in the land.

Hunter “Your Honour?”

Judge Stilton “Hunter, you seen this afternoon’s docket?”

Hunter “Yes sir I have.”

Judge “It’s going to be a real ball twister Hunter, you up for it?”

Hunter “Haha, yes Sir I am, if you are?”

Judge “Haha, still the young irreverent pup aren’t you? How long you been working for me Hunter? 14 or 16 months?”

Hunter “Eighteen actually.”

Judge “Really? Well, time does fly when one is having such fun, tell me Hunter, this is my first hate crime case isn’t it? I don’t recall ever having tried an actual hate crime designated case, though I suppose many of the crimes are borne out of hate.”

Hunter “yes sir, it is the first, but there is an application to change jurisdiction, might not be your case after all…”

Judge “Yes, a curious twist isn’t it? Yet, I can’t explain it, but I have this feeling that I will be the trial judge on this one, and it is going to be a barnburner, you know the reputation counsel for the defence has, don’t you?”

Hunter “Yes, he does like to put on a show, so I have heard.”

Judge “I watched him once, several years ago, it wasn’t a pretty sight, least not in my eyes, Hunter, I want you to get a hold of the Chief Bailiff, I want no cameras in my court room today, and Hunter… that includes tape recorders as well.”

Hunter “Uh, are you sure your Honour? I mean, the press is going to kick like hell.”

Judge “Haha, yes, they will won’t they?”

Hunter laughed as he saw the twinkle in the judge’s eye and he knew the old man was gearing up for the fight. It was something to watch the way the old man worked, and he doubted if poor Mr. Samuel Smith knew what he was going up against, should the case wind up in Judge Stilton’s court, and if the Judge felt it was, he knew that it most likely would.

Hunter “Anything else? You have about an hour to go.”

Judge “Yes, you going to be okay with this case Hunter?”

Hunter “Huh? Uh, yes, yes I am fine with it Sir.”

Judge “Good, but I want you to promise me something.”

Hunter “Anything… what is it that…”

Judge “That if it does get too much for you, I want to hear it from you Hunter, I don’t want to have to tell you, okay?”

Hunter “Yes Sir, I understand.”

Judge “Good, oh one other thing Hunter.”

Hunter “Yes Sir?”

Judge “The White House will be announcing my nomination for the Supreme Court this afternoon, around when Court goes into session, you might let the staff know.”

Hunter “WHAT? BUT, I mean congratulations Sir, that is fantastic, I really, I mean…”

Judge “Close your mouth Hunter, but yes the rumours were true, I am still unsure why they selected me, I certainly don’t fit their profile, and I am wondering what lies behind this nomination, but we will cross that bridge later, I would expect the press will be hounding the staff, I want you to make sure they all know how displeased I would be if they were to discuss anything with those, those people, clear Hunter?”

Hunter “Very Clear Sir, I’ll make sure everyone knows that, damn… sorry sir, but, well this is really special, isn’t it?”

Judge “yes, it is indeed special, but enough, I have cases to prepare for and you have calls to make, now don’t forget, no cameras or tape recorders.”

Hunter “Yes Sir.”

Judge Stilton watched his young aide leave the office as if he was riding a cloud. He smiled knowing that the news would soon be buzzing around the entire building, and it was a nice feeling to have but he still had his doubts. He didn’t really understand why the new administration had tapped him for this post; given their conservative agenda he didn’t see how he fitted in. The previous administration certainly did all it could to get him off the bench, and yet they were supposed to be his supporters, the party that his kind could rely on, which of course wasn’t the case, yet still it did gnaw at him, why would a republican president tap him for this job? He didn’t even recall meeting of the new Presidents team formally or otherwise, no interviews or discussions, so how did they come to this decision? 

Looking back down at his desk, he saw the circled entry, the one he had made himself only a short time ago, and how he had been thinking what a red letter this day was for him. First to be informed that he would be the nominee to fill the just announced vacancy on the Supreme Court and then to have this case cross his calendar. It was shaping up to be an interesting day but now the doubts came to him and he started tapping his chin with his fingers. Something wasn’t right here, and he stared at the entry once more, and he wondered if there was more to this appointment than had been expressed in his only call with the man himself.

Robert Stilton picked up the phone and dialled out from his private number. There hadn’t been many times when he dialled this number, but it was the one person who could help him in this time. This was the only person who he could rely on for an honest and true opinion, so he waited impatiently for the phone to be answered as the doubts continued to fill his mind, and the sheen of his nomination began to pale in the cold light of day.

Part 3

Connor had already met with his union’s lawyer and rep and he wasn’t feeling all that generous as he turned the key into the lock and walked into their home. He felt like he had just been through a wringer and he was the innocent party, which only made him scowl even more.

Entering the house didn’t ease the terrible burden he was feeling but it did help relive some of the tension and when he heard the whistling coming form the kitchen, a rather impish smile crossed his face. Life had certainly changed for him and Bruce and they were still finding their way, but whatever was happening, he was rather enjoying it.

“Hey Honey, I am home,” he yelled as he tossed his keys onto the small table by the phone and he headed towards the kitchen to the sound of pots clattering together and utensils falling to the floor. Swinging the door open to the kitchen he looked upon a cyclone. The room was littered with all sorts of pots and pans and there was even flour all over the centre island counter. 

Off in front of the sink was Bruce, and he stopped walking as he took it all in. The dismay in his heart suddenly seemed inconsequential as he stared at the back of his lover. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt with faded denim pants that were a little thin around one back pocket, which made more than his lips curl. He could feel the sudden urge inside of him and he knew that he was looking at a wonderful enticing scene. His suit jacket was off and his tie, already loosened by his mood, was no longer wrapped around his neck as Bruce turned to face Connor.

Bruce had a wooden spoon in one hand and a stainless steel mixing bowl in the other. Splotches of flour covered his face and his eyelids were even a nice white. It was as if a hurricane had hit the kitchen and the domestic scene was too much for Connor as he started to howl with laughter. His eyes watered as he pointed at Bruce, who merely looked at him with a frown and a twinkle in his eyes. The floured face was set in a pout as he waved the spoon at Connor.

Bruce “Sure, I slave all day to make a home cooked extravaganza and this is the thanks I get? Geez, I should have ordered in.”

Connor “Well, haha, you really should look in a mirror, and when did you learn to cook, if that is what you are attempting to do?”

Bruce “Attempting? ATTEMPTING? I’ll have you know that I am a gourmet chef extraordinaire, or something like that, haha, so? You going to just stand there looking pretty or you going to roll up your sleeves and save me from all this?”

Bruce waved the wooden spoon around over his head and some of whatever was on the spoon fell off and landed on the tip of his nose. Connor couldn’t help himself as he pointed one hand at Bruce and held his stomach with the other as laughter erupted from deep in his stomach. The room echoed with his raucous laughter and even Bruce started to join in. The scowl on his face gone as he let the spoon fall into the sink and he walked over to Connor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Bruce “Come on big boy, give your mamma a hug and a kiss”

Connor “Stay away from me crazy man, you’ll get me covered in whatever it is you are covered in!”

Bruce “Now that’s the idea there Mister. Now come on, give your poor sweetie a kiss. Haha”

Bruce reached for Connor who ducked and moved out of the way. He was smiling and laughing at the same time as he backed away from Bruce and into the centre counter. A pan went flying and he turned to see what he knocked over which was all the time Bruce needed to reach out and grab hold of Connor. 

He pulled him close and began to muss his hair with one hand, while holding the small of Connor’s back in the other. His belly shook with laughter as Connor struggled to move away, knocking over a half filled mixing bowl that he had suddenly place his hand in. The gooey liquid stuck between his fingers and he reached out and smeared it all across Bruce’s face and still nothing but laughter filled the room.

Bruce “Oh you wanna play do you? Huh? Haha, come on big boy, give us a kiss now”

Connor couldn’t help himself, he was hysterical with laughter as he struggled a little in an effort to break free, but to be honest, and he really was enjoying the closeness of Bruce next to him, even if he was getting his only good suit covered in flour and goop.

Connor “Well a kiss huh? Depends, what you cooking there cookie?”

Bruce “Why a five star gourmet meal of course, we have for appetizers, large prawns in cocktail sauce, some nice freshly made onion soup with a whole ton of melted cheese, least, there will be when its time to serve… and for the main course, why a delicious saucy little number, fresh rack of lamb that has now become a more elegant but equally pleasing lamb chops.”

Connor “Oh? And why has it changed to lamb chops?”

Bruce “Never mind, oh, and don’t let the black stuff fool you, its camouflage”

Connor “Camouflage? I think I’d rather eat at the firehouse, least there we have a first aid kit”

Bruce “Uh true oh wise one, but here you have your own personal physician, now can your firehouse top that?”

Connor couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward and kissed Bruce fully on the mouth. His lips touched Bruce’s and it was like a fire had suddenly exploded inside of him. He could feel the sudden rise of temperature as if his blood had suddenly began to boil and yet all he did was kiss the man who he loved. It wasn’t a kiss any different but that was wrong, it was different because they were different. They were having fun and even though Rome may be burning, they were at least together and that made all the difference in the world.

Connor “You taste funny, just what have you been doing?”

Bruce “Why cooking of course, and you I see brought dessert!”

Bruce reached down with his hand and he planted it squarely on Connor’s crotch. He could feel the heat that came from there but more than that he knew that Connor was fully aroused. He could feel the hard 7-¾ inch cock of his lover as it pushed against the thin suit pants. He pressed his hand along the thick pulsing shaft and he leaned inwards, wanting another kiss and this time he was ready for Connor’s affection.

As his lips touched, he parted them slightly to let the tip of his tongue reach out and he pressed his face in harder too, making Connor’s own head lean back a little. With his lips pressing hard now he pushed his hand inwards too, letting the palm of hit cradle part of Connor’s hard penis and he shoved it backwards and then began to run his hand along the outline of the thick throbbing organ. He felt and heard Connor’s breath leave him by the suddenness of Bruce’s response. 

It made his mouth open, to let the sudden release of his breath came flooding upwards and as his lips parted, Bruce’s tongue came flashing out and into Connor’s own mouth. The tip of Bruce’s tongue dug across his own tongue and he felt his whole body shudder as he quickly sucked back, bringing the hot wet fleshy tongue further into his mouth, and his hands now reached around to grab at Bruce's firm tight buttocks.

They kissed deeply and wildly as they both grabbed hold of the other and pulled each other in tighter. It was almost as if a sudden fever of lust had overtaken them both and their heads tilted to either side as their tongues battled remorsefully with each other. Both trying to desperately secure the other’s fleshy tongue so they could drink deeply of the other’s mouth. Back and forth their tongue war seemed to rage and yet at the same time, their hands were engaged in mortal combat with the backside of the other person.

Connor’s hands were digging and pulling at Bruce’s firm buttocks and as his fingers prodded and poked at the firm flesh held tightly by the faded pants, his whole body seemed to vibrate and become fully aroused. His hard 7-¾ inch penis was digging into Bruce’s thigh and he could feel the hard press of Bruce's own 7 ½ inch penis poking up and at him. He sighed a little as his hands dug in hard, unaware that he had managed to finally poke a hole into the thin area around one butt cheek.

The touch of his finger against the hot sizzling flesh of Bruce’s rear made him groan loudly and light flashes suddenly passed in front of him. He hadn’t heard the denim rip and all he could think of was how good it felt to touch Bruce’s body, to be holding him and to be tasting him. The flour was a bit hard to take and yet it didn’t matter as he tried to work his whole body into Bruce’s mouth. His lips sucked and pressed eagerly at the hot lips of his lover and Connor could feel the fires burning hotter and brighter deep within his belly.

Just as suddenly as the fires had risen, they cooled as the kiss ended and they both broke apart for a second. Bruce was panting a little and Connor was struggling for air as they still held each other closely. It was amazing but Connor was certain that his hard cock was dripping pre cum by the gallons and yet all he could think of was how sexy Bruce looked, even with all the flour and mussed up hair.

Bruce “I think I should cook for you more often if this is any indication.”

Connor “Well they do say the way to a man’s heart is thru his stomach. Haha”

Bruce “Well, I like taking this road, no matter how many nails I break, haha”

Connor “you poor dear, haha, so seriously what is for dinner, I am suddenly very hungry, haha”

Bruce “Haha, well I don’t know, Chinese? Italian?”

Connor “Huh? But, I mean, I thought you said that…”

Bruce “Hey, you don’t really expect me to eat what I cook, do you? Haha”

Connor “That bad is it?”

Bruce “Shit, let’s just say that if we were stranded on a desert island, and you had two broken arms, you’d still want to do the cooking… Connor I…”

Connor “How about Mexican? We haven’t had that for awhile?”

Bruce “Haha, well that’s true, but if you remember the reason, I don’t know, think we have enough Rolaids and toilet paper? Haha, but hey, if you want…”

Connor “Oh right, no I think I’ll pass on the Mexican, hell even your cooking would be an improvement, haha”

Bruce “Thanks, I think, shit Connor, I really did want to make you something, but, I don’t know, I can work miracles at times with a scalpel, but cooking just isn’t in my repertoire it seems, sorry.”

Connor “Haha, that’s okay, some of your other talents do make up for your lack of cooking skills, but uh, well I do have one tiny little question.”

Bruce “Yes? And what pray tell is that oh kind and wonderful man of infinite understanding?”

Connor “Haha, shit, you are laying it on thick, which most likely means I have my answer, you expect me to clean all this up, don’t you?”

Bruce “Well…. I really hadn’t thought about that just yet, but gee, seeing as how you seem so anxious for the job, okay, it’s all yours, haha”

Connor “Bitch, I am going to get even with you for this, I swear I am, haha”

Bruce “Well tell you what, just so this evenings meal isn’t a total loss, how about we have dessert now and order something in later, and I’ll even help you clean all this up, if the dessert is UP to snuff, that is, haha”

Connor stared at Bruce and he could see the wicked gleam in his eyes and he could feel the soft gentle squeeze that Bruce’s hand gave his crotch. Yes, he most definitely was in the mood for dessert first and he laughed and hugged Bruce tightly as his own hands patted the firm buttocks, feeling the flesh shake to his touch.

As they clung to each other, the world outside no longer seemed to exist. Instead all of its horror and pain was held at bay but the power of their new found love for each other and this time the raging fires inside began to slowly rise up once more, but in a slow steady climb. The raging inferno’s were being slowly stoked as they just held each other, feeling the beat of the others heart next to their own and together they stood there, feeling the love building between them.

Bruce finally leaned back a little to stare at Connor. His striped shirt was covered in flour and so was Connor’s hair and face. He looked so comical and yet at the same time, so damn fucking handsome. The love inside of him for Connor was rising a bit faster now as he stared into those misty auburn coloured eyes. He saw a spark deep inside and he knew that he had instantly touched Connor’s soul and his own body shook a little as he felt the wonderful wave of love that was flowing gently into his own body. He had never been happier in his entire life.

Connor just let it all flow through his body, and with each passing tremor that rolled unimpeded through him; he could feel his desire for Bruce growing more and more urgent. The smell of flour mingled with Bruce’s own scent made him smile and he looked at the dirty face in front of his own and he never felt happier in his entire life. The harsh battles that normally raged inside of him were stilled by the glowing aqua eyes of his lover and by the warm sweet touch of Bruce’s arms around his waist.

Connor “I think desert will be up to snuff, God I love you Bruce.”

Bruce “I know, I love you, now enough, take me to bed you hunk of a firefighter now paramedic, I got an itch that needs attending to.”

Connor laughed and he tossed Bruce up and over his shoulder in the classic pose, just as he had been taught and he started out towards the bedroom when he heard Bruce sigh and then he felt the warm hands sliding down the back and moving inside of his pants, the fingers gently prodding the top of his swaying cheeks as he hurried his gait and ducked under the door, making sure not to scrape the trembling body that was on top of him.

Connor “We are crazy you know…”

Bruce “No, just in love, hey, watch it, don’t you dare drop me, I am a delicate soul, haha”

Connor “I’d never drop you, who would cook for me then? Haha”

Bruce “Nick’s place down on Thomas Avenue, that’s who, and you know it, speaking of which, maybe that’s where we should go, they have a great seafood special on…”

Connor “Oh I don’t know, their desert menu is limited and besides, don’t know if you’ll be walking all that easy. Haha”

Connor slapped Bruce’s rump at that and then suddenly tossed him off his shoulder onto their large bed. The bed and man both shrieked at the sudden thrust and for a second Bruce was airborne before crashing back onto the bed. As he stopped, more or less, his bouncing he saw Connor tossing his shirt off in the direction of a chair and was already reaching up to pull his socks off. His shoes had somehow gotten tossed and a strange glassy eyed glint came from those wonder auburn shaded eyes and Bruce could feel his own desire growing as he reached down to undo his jeans.

He stared down at Bruce, who was struggling to wiggle out of his jeans while he tossed his pants off to one side. No longer did he care if the suit got wrinkled or not and he was feeling so damn excited that he was sure he had ripped the pant catch but he didn’t care. Just seeing the milky white flesh of Bruce’s legs come into view was driving him crazy with desire.

Connor suddenly moved towards the bed and climbed on even while Bruce still had his pants at his ankles. His legs were up in the air trying to twist them off which Connor managed in one quick grasp and pull with his hands. The pants went sailing into the air and before they could find a piece of floor to fall on Connor had his own aroused body leaning on top of Bruce, his head looming over Bruce’s startled but excited face.

Connor “Christ I love you more than ever, I want you Bruce Collier, for as long as I can take a breath, I want you”

Bruce started to feel the tears welling up at the corner of his eyes and before he could do more than stutter a brief ‘I’ he felt the warm lips of his lover crushing his mouth, Connor’s tongue now darting inside his opened mouth, tasting him, licking at the roof of his mouth and then down to the back of his throat. Connor’s hands now roamed across his body reaching and yanking at the tight t-shirt that he still had on but refusing to be denied. His hands moved up and found one throbbing nipple, which he quickly pinched and then pushed and circled with his fingers.

The room was exploding in front of him, as wild dark flashes of colour came flooding past his face and all the time he felt the rough edge of Connor’s tongue as it licked deeply at the back of his throat, and then swirled around inside, licking at the teeth and then the roof of the mouth and then pressing up against his inner cheeks, and then back to the throat. All that time he also could feel his nipple being squeezed and the weight of Connor’s body pressed hard against his own body, and he felt the hard poke of Connor’s fully aroused manhood, as it dug harshly into his belly, and Connor swung his hips from side to side, making sure Bruce could feel his need and his desire.

They kissed only for a few minutes, their deep passion reaching up and igniting their spirit in a way they had never felt before. They had an almost insane urge to join together and as they broke apart, both of them were panting from the deep raw waves of emotion that were still coursing thru their bodies. Their chests heaved with the strain and yet both of them had the same animal glow to their eyes, the same expression of desire that was only growing more intense as the seconds ticked away while their bodies grew hotter.

Bruce reached down for his shirt to toss it over it his head and while his arms were moving, Connor was yanking at his boxer’s pulling them down towards his feet, pulling them and the remaining bundled pants and in one swift angry toss they went sailing into the air, knocking over a vase on the small dresser, and yet the noise didn’t even register. Connor stood up and in one quick swoop his own shorts were off and on the floor, discarded and unneeded. He stood for a second at the edge of the bed, his hard 7 ¾ inch penis sticking straight out, a large white gob of pre cum hanging from the fiery red bulbous head and he stared down at Bruce’s body.

He saw the lanky legs shifting to either side; the knees now rose up as Bruce too had the same urgent need pulsing through his whole body. Connor could see the way his belly was crunched up and small tiny rolls of fat making it look wrinkled and yet he had never seen anything more beautiful as his eyes devoured the naked body that was beckoning to him.

Connor took a step forward, ready to plunge back down towards the invitingly sensual open legs and he stopped. His eyes stared at the hard thick cock that was waving at him, inviting him to come down and taste it and he dropped to his knees, his face suddenly burying itself into the soft pink flesh that was Bruce’s hidden valley of treasure. His tongue swept through the long windy valley, running its rough edge along the soft tender pink flesh and he felt a deep rumbling inside of his own body.

Bruce cried out at the sudden assault on is rectum, his legs quivered as he felt the rough edge of Connor’s tongue licking down between his cheeks and the flesh was shaking as the wet hot tongue swept down, reaching his pink rosebud, tasting the shivering little puckered hole and he felt the sudden ache in his groin become a wild throbbing pain. His hands swung out to strike at the bed, making it bounce and yet his mind felt nothing but the hard thrust of Connor’s tongue against his secret entry hole.

Both of his hands now pressed hard against the underside of Bruce’s upper thighs, forcing the two legs up and back with surprising strength. Each push of his hands made the warm sweet cheeks open wider and his face pressed in further, his nose wedged hard into the deep valley above where his tongue was drilling for Bruce’s sweet nectar. His mouth and lips were pressing and pushing too as his tongue darted inside, stretching the surprised sphincter muscle and he could feel the soft inner lining of Bruce’s love canal. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears and yet despite that he could hear the soft gentle sounds of water lapping up against a shore and he shivered, his whole body began to quake as his mouth pressed in even harder.

Bruce couldn’t hold back and he reached down with his hands, and his fingers found Connor’s short brown hair. They wrapped themselves around the short strands as best they could and when that wasn’t enough the hands began to force the head down even more, his legs ached as he struggled to widen them, to let more of his lover inside of him and still he groaned loudly now, his thoughts only able to fathom the deep love that was pounding into him from all over. His whole body was shaking with his unleashed passion and he could feel the terrible ache in his groin as it pulsed and rose to a fever pitch. Every part of him was on fire and sweat was running down his entire body in a raging torrent of release and still the fires inside of him grew hotter, grew more intense and he was sure he could see the white glow of his body as it reached out for Connor.

Rimming had never been one of his favourite sexual acts and yet at this moment in time, he couldn’t think of anything better. His whole body was reveling in the sweet scent and taste that was pouring into his body and he could feel the urge for more, the desperate desire to reach further inside and he struggled to position himself so he could. His mouth was pressed tightly around the puckering hole and his tongue was curled tightly as it strove to dig in deeper and lick at every inch of Bruce’s love canal. He let his tongue reach far inside, then quickly he pulled it back until it was almost out and then quickly he pushed it back in, slowly out, then quickly in, and on it went, and he could feel the soft tissue inside shake and quiver as his long fleshy tongue moved in and out. He felt the strong inner muscles coiling and uncoiling as he slowly made love to Bruce’s rectum with his tongue.

The strong press of Bruce’s hands on his head only drove him faster, made him let his tongue flattened out more or twist more or both as his hands reached around the now shaking flesh of Bruce’s cheeks. His two thumbs were wedged right up against the pink trembling hole and he pulled back, letting the meaty thumbs wedge deep into the soft tissue. He pulled back with his whole hand so as to expose more of Bruce’s hidden love canal to his eager and hot tongue. He breathed in and out, his hot breath following closely behind the snaking twisting tongue as it dug deep inside and he could feel Bruce’s body shaking, and he knew that Bruce couldn’t hold on much longer.

Bruce felt the strange warm breath filling his insides and it moved deep into his body, caressing his very soul with its sweet warmth. He felt the love flowing into him and his body jerked from side to side, eager to have more, scared to have more and yet all the time his heart thundered as his cock jerked from side to side. He could feel his balls swelling up and he glanced briefly down at the scene between his legs. His neck muscles screamed in agony as he stared down at the matted brown hair of his lover, feeling the beads of Connor’s sweat mingling with that of his own and he cried out even more as the pain in his groin became harder to ignore.

It was almost like a million lightning bolts had suddenly all hit him at once. His whole body suddenly arched upwards, pressing hard into Connor’s face and his legs shook so hard that the bed began to vibrate. His eyes closed tightly and still he could see the wonderful gleaming face of his lover before him. Bruce cried out loudly as the sudden thunder in his head was replaced by the sound of crashing waves against the shoreline and he felt the sudden heat inside of him flare up and consume him and Connor in its strange wild dancing flames.

He felt the release, the surrender of his will to the overwhelming love that was coming from Connor and with that surrender he felt his body give way to its own strident demands and urges. His passion was no longer held in check by his mortal flesh and it exploded in one brilliant cascading shower of love. Every muscle in his body was suddenly uncoiled and left exhausted. His nerves no longer were able to control or send anything as they too were suddenly swamped by the unbelievable passion that just exploded all around them.

Just as the first wild explosion of his body started, he felt the sudden easing of pressure deep in his rectum and he knew that Connor had withdrawn and he was about to beg for more when he found his hips being gripped in an almost maniacal clasp and then as his wild cock was spewing its first load, he was suddenly feeling it becoming immersed in the hard hot grip of Connor’s mouth. He cried even harder as his body arched upwards more, sending his exploding cock deep into Connor’s waiting mouth. 

The hot fiery tip of his cock struck hard against the roof of Connor’s mouth and was quickly pressed back to let it slide to the back of the mouth, where it continued to release its stream of love milk. Connor gagged for a brief instant but he refused to let anything stop him from taking every drop of that precious fluid. He forced the huge 7-½ inch cock down his throat, letting the hot heavy cream ease the journey and he swallowed hard, and then once more as he grew desperate to take every single drop into his mouth.

The hot sweet cream was flooding his whole mouth and he couldn’t swallow it fast enough and it filled his mouth, small amounts dripping out from the corners of his mouth, his lips tightening even more on the hot 1 ¾ inch thick cock that was buried deep into his throat. He shook as he swallowed more of the hot cream, tasting its sweetness, feeling its warmth deep in his own soul and his whole body began to shake and tremble as he dug his fingers deep into Bruce’s hips, until they struck bone.

The feel of his own hot cream soaking his exploding cock along with the hot breath and saliva of Connor was making his head swim. He could see strange flashes of lights all around the image of Connor’s face that still held him captive, even in the throes of his violent release. His whole body was thrashing around and yet his groin was being held tight. His legs pounded the bed and his toes arched outwards and then curled back as his body shuddered and his hot love poured into Connor’s mouth. The arms hit the bed and struck so hard that he was sure he had broken a spring or two but he didn’t care as his body bucked and thundered to the wild passion that was consuming him. It was what he had needed, and yet it was something he knew that was only a herald of things still to come which only made him crave more, desire more and tears of joy fell unheeded down his face, as his body slowly began to cool.

Connor could feel the hard throbbing head as it struck the side of his throat one last time and then grew silent as the last drops of hot milk came out and joined the last wave of milk as it went sliding down his throat towards its rendezvous with all the rest that had been eagerly swallowed. He was totally exhausted and as he drank the last drop he could feel the softening of the hard fleshy pole inside of his mouth and his own lips were numb from their effort to hold the throbbing organ inside of his mouth.

His own body was spent, and as Bruce’s drained cock slowly softened he felt his mouth open to let it gently slide out, his tongue rubbing up against it and he could still taste that sweet milk that still mingled with the strange pungent flavour from Bruce’s body. Connor leaned his head to one side, resting it against the still quivering flesh of Bruce’s inner thigh and he felt so complete, so loved that it was almost like he was in heaven. This was a feeling he couldn’t explain but one that seemed to be a forecast of what was still to come and he glanced upwards. His eyes taking in the soft lump of flesh that was Bruce’s drained penis, the dark flesh coated with flecks of gray, and then he let his gaze work upwards, past the wet pubic hairs and the shining belly, small rivers of sweat still flowing but slowing down as their ardor cooled for a moments respite. 

Connor could see the heaving chest as it moved up and down, still trying to recover from their recent journey into love. He too felt the pain in his chest as he felt his lungs grasping for more air and it made him smile as he stared at the firm young body that his head rested among. It was amazing, to feel such love and joy and yet to also know that this was only the tip of the iceberg, to know that much more lay ready and waiting for him to explore. He felt the warmth of his love as it wrapped him and Bruce up in its tender grasp and he let himself rest, knowing that whatever else was to happen, he would be able to face it, because he had Bruce’s love and support.