Irin dragged me into the log cabin, which was decorated in a rustic style straight out of Home & Garden. Plush couches and chairs. Windows with curtains, not drapes. Fireplace the center of it all, with a shotgun rack over it. Framed sepia photos on the walls. Kitchen? Modern. Floors? Finished wood. Ceiling? Vaulted with crossbeams. I felt at home.
He popped a couple of Stellas and we sat across from each other at the kitchen’s serving counter. And I couldn’t help but notice how nicely he’d filled in, all over. If he’d been in jeans, boots and a plaid shirt, he’d have been the perfect lumberjack. A truly sexy animal, made more-so by that loose-assed kilt.
“They only found two bodies,” he said, “when that bus got knocked over in that storm. They think you and the two guards got washed down the Aqueduct. Still lookin’.”
“How long ago?”
He shrugged. “Ten days. Two weeks. Somethin’ like that. I followed the trial, you know. Scary shit, what they were doin’ to you. Sayin’ about you. I mean, it sounded like fucked up Warren was tryin’ to cop an insanity plea.”
“But you’re like me and you know...”
“Yeah. I met the Boss a couple weeks after you got busted.”
“I call it the Beast.”
He took a sip then said, “Fits.”
“What happened? Why’d he take you?”
He took in a deep breath then sipped some beer and finally looked straight at me to say, “I got killed by a couple of cops.”
“Oh, fuck...”
“Molinaro’s buddies.”
“But why go after you? I’m the one suspected of killing him.”
“I was already on their radar. Dealin’. Mainly speed to college kids so they could make it through exams. The occasional roofie to some jock who couldn’t get a girl interested in his dick. Shit like that. Nothin’ hardcore.
“Anyway, those assholes figured I knew somethin’ about what happened to Molinaro ‘cause they worked out—I have no idea how—that you dated my cousin. And that you never beat me up for bein’ a fag.”
“Why should I give a fuck about that?”
“I know. But in their idiot brains, that meant we were on the same side, or somethin’. They figured since he’s in that pile of bones, I’d know all about how it happened. I mean seriously—how can anyone even begin to explain how straight men think?”
“That’s why they’re only good for fucking.”
“And only if they’re cute.”
“You get many takers on your sign?”
“You’d be surprised. Anyway, the coroner was sortin’ through the bones, tryin’ to identify them by DNA. I’ve heard they’re still only halfway done. Lots of families’re pissed as hell at how slow it’s goin’. And...a lot’re really glad you died in that storm.”
I shrugged. “Cops kept trying to get me to give them names, dates, places of all the guys I brought the Beast. As if I was keeping a scorecard, like Randy Kraft.”
“Who’s that?”
“Oh...some asshole who drugged guys, raped them, and strangled them. And added their names to a list of victims. Sounds pretty horror show, don’t it?”
“Was he the one in a van, down in OC?”
“No. No, that was—what the fuck’s his name? Bill something. Dumped the bodies along the 5.”
“Leavin’ bodies everywhere for people to get freaked out over? Not smart.”
“Like the Beast leaving the bones behind?”
“He ever tell you why he did?”
“Naw. But it was repairing its ship, so maybe it would’ve been too much extra weight.”
“What’d I read? They weighed nearly three tons? You were busy. It’s amazing no one noticed all the guys gone missing.”
“I did a lot of migrants. Black guys. People nobody cares about.”
“That fits. So far it’s just been white guys who’ve been ID’d.”
I just sighed and took a sip of my Stella.
Irin continued with, “Anyway, those three assholes got a tick up their butt or something and wanted answers now, now, now. So, ‘bout a month after you got busted, three of Molinaro’s buddies took matters into their own hands. Busted me as I was walkin’ home. Took me out to that cave. And even though it’s marked off with cop-tape and crime scene bullshit, took me inside. And killed me.”
“Shit, Irin. Just like that?”
“Oh, they knocked me around, first. Threatened me with their cute little pistols. Screamed a lot about how you must’ve had help because they’d just found Molinaro’s patrol car buried in the gully. They insisted you couldn’t have done that by yourself.”
“It wasn’t that hard to do. I just should’ve buried it deeper, that’s all.”
“They kept goin‘ on and on about how hard it is to kill that many people and not get found out. Not have suspicions raised. Not unless you had help. And they yapped and yapped about how good a guy Molinaro was. Wanted to know why you’re turned on your friends, too.
“They didn’t believe anything I told them. Just got nastier and more violent until one whacked me in the head with a rock. Next thing I knew, I was in that spaceship.”
“Who were these assholes?”
“Just some muscle queens from that gym. One guy’s named Paskowizc.”
I nodded. One of those juice junkies out to make the cover of Muscle Development Magazine. He looked like his arms, legs, face and pecs were blown up like ballons, like a cartoon with no crotch.
Irin continued with, “Another guy was called Bellows.”
“Beefy? Blond? Buff? Not as big as Paskowizc?”
He nodded. “Almost hot. The last was...oh, shit, his name...I think it was Keillor. Kellmore? Something like that. Almost normal compared to the other two. Anyway, I woke up on a table. Watching them getting stripped by those weird things...”
“Tentacles?
“No, these were like snakes and thin wires.”
“The cords and whips. That’s what I called them.”
“Fits. Paskowizc was shaved all over and all you can see his skin and veins that look like bad leather. He got absorbed by the spaceship.”
“He would be good fuel.”
“Oh, I thought he was getting feasted upon.”
“The ship feeds and in response flies.”
“Oh, that’s nice. He was the nastiest. Anyway, Bellows and Kallan! That’s his name. They were stripped naked and held against a wall, and they looked very pretty, up there. Bellows was truly buff and had hair where there would be; Kallan was lean, clean and smooth in a college boy way; both with nice cocks.
“Of course, I was achin’ all over. Blindin’ headache. But I’m still looking at a couple of assholes and thinkin’ they’re so nice-lookin’. That’s when this guy came out of another wall. Fuckin’ gorgeous. Glowing. Naked.”
“Adonis.”
He nodded. “Fits. He started talkin’ to me. Askin’ if I wanted to fuck either of the guys. I mean, not in those exact words, but his meanin’ was clear. What’s funny is, here I am, beaten to death and hurtin’ like shit, and I’m thinkin’ I’d like to suck ‘em both off...and fuck ‘em. Kind of like in a chain. But I was pretty damn sure both of them were straight, so...”
“The Beast likes them straight.”
He nodded. “I figured that out. So...I got up. Played around with Bellows, a little. And I sucked off. He acted like he wasn’t enjoyin’ it, but the bitch got hard and finally came. And I swallowed. I didn’t like to swallow, before that. But this time I didn’t even think about it. And all my aches stopped. Then those snake-like things...cords, you called them?”
I nodded.
“They forced him to lie across the table. His ass was kind of flat but okay, and without even thinkin’...I fucked him. Shoved my cock right up inside of him. Made him scream, and oh did he struggle to force me out, but didn’t work. Got to achin’, again, I was goin’ so hard. Until I came. Then I felt even better than before. Stronger. He was taken away.”
“Into the wall?”
“Dunno. He was just gone. Then I did the same things to Kallan. Now he really tried to fight me, which I found I loved so fuckin’ much. Fuckin’ bully helped kill me!”
“Can dish it out but can’t take it?” I chuckled.
“Yeah. Fuck that. I got him hard. Got him off and swallowed. And fucked him, long and slow. He had a nice, perky ass. Kind of hairy, to my surprise, but fun. And when I was done with him, he was gone, too. I was completely healed. That’s when Adonis and I made a deal. Every other week, I get him a new guy and he leaves me...”
“A gold nugget.”
He nodded. “That’s how I built this place. Bought that car and truck. Some more of the land ‘round me.”
“Just since I was busted? That’s almost two years. Where’d you go to cash in the gold?”
“Dirc...I got contacts in LA. Drive down once a month. Let the asshole I deal with think he’s cheatin’ me. Pays me in cash. No records, which keeps him happy.”
“What about you?”
“Aw, worryin’ about money’s for pussies. What matters is, there’s good huntin’ in LA. Did you notice that Dodge is long-bed and has a cover? Brings back lots of joy.”
I chuckled and pinched his left tit.
He laughed and licked his lips. “I told you mine. Now you tell me yours.”
So I did. Every detail. And he loved it all. Reveled in it. We were the peak of hunters. Alphas both, foraging for our supper. He didn’t say a word to interrupt me, and his eyes never left mine. And they poured into my heart, filling it with want and need and even some share of admiration. Finally, I had to grab his ears and pull him close and kiss him, long and hard.
Fire shot from his lips to mine, igniting a blaze deep in my soul, as if we were more than beasts of the same nature, but like brothers in body, spirit and soul...and I could barely breathe.
I let go and started to pull away, but he wrapped his hands around the nape of my neck and held me forehead to forehead.
“I got a guy in the basement...” he whispered. “Word’s getting’ around about the gold and prospectors’re comin’ up, seekin’ their fortune. Got a nice crop to pick from...”
My heart leapt and my breath grew even more shallow. “When’s he due?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Then...then he’s yours for the Beast. Mine’s not due till next week. We can pick another guy up, before then. I...I don’t want anything between us, right now. I just want you and me, tonight.”
He almost purred as he murmured, “And who gets to rape whom?” His voice was thick and low. Made me shiver with anticipation.
“How ‘bout we just fuck each other?”
He chuckled. “Jesus, Dirc, how fucking middle class. I love it.”
And he kissed me. Bit my tongue, lightly. Nibbled on my nose as I ran my hands over his shoulders and sides and back up to his pecs to flick his tits with my thumbs then shift around to tickle down his back. God, how I fucking loved how the strength in him matched mine. The need in him matched mine. The wantonness of him matched mine.
We climbed onto the counter and I shoved my jeans and briefs to my knees as he spread his to reveal he was as hard as I was, and much more beautiful. His thighs damn near perfect in form, with soft hairs whispering over them as that kilt danced away.
I now had easy access for my dick to ram into him...so I wrapped my arms around his thighs and yanked him close to me and plunged like a wolf might plow into his mate, and he grabbed my ass with both hands, and I fucked him and fucked him and fucked him.
His legs encircled me. His ass gripped my dick. His lips kept pressed to mine. And I was crashing into some kind of complete madness when...
He flipped me over to lie under him, on the counter, and he lifted my legs in the air and he plunged into me as hard and fast as I had into him, then his hands wrapped around my neck and his lips pressed hard to mine and I griped his ass and I was pulling him closer and it was prefect and I loved it.
I fucking loved it.
We were one animal, not two.
One beast, not two.
The wave roared closer and closer. Screaming at me...and at him. I could tell from everything he did.
My dick was about to explode when I slapped his ass and he pulled out of me and he and I pressed our dicks together and encircled our left hands around them, merging our fingers, holding tight to make our shafts as one and rubbing balls together and pubes and abs until we howled in unison and let loose and our cum exploded from within.
Covered us, both.
With more and more and more and more.
I didn’t want it to stop. The feeling of his dick and balls pressed against mine. Rubbing against mine. Joining with mine. It was too fucking perfect.
Until finally...finally...finally...we were spent, and Irin collapsed on top of me.
I don’t know how long we lay there, our breath in unison. But after a while my arms released their hold on him and drifted to the side and he slowly...slowly raised up to lean on his elbows.
And smiled so tenderly, it almost broke my heart.
“Hello, fatherfucker,” he whispered, licking his lips.
“And to you, my own true fatherfucker,” I said, unable to even think about moving.
“Dirc...should we really have done that?”
I laughed. “No. But we did, so fuck it.”
“I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first time I saw you. Years ago.”
“I was an asshole, then.”
He grinned and said, “You’re a better asshole, now.”
I had to chuckle. “So you had fun?”
“Fuck yeah. And you did, too? Now that I’m a buff bitch?”
“That’s not why I went for you.”
“Why then?”
I caressed his face, tenderly, almost sweetly. “No one else is my equal. Just you. And I fucking love that.”
“Mano-a-mano, yes?”
I pulled him down to a kiss. This one tender and slow.
“So now what?” I finally asked.
“You can stay here. With me. Long as you want. I think we just proved we’re compatible.”
I licked my lips, the taste of cum still on them. “Make our own den?”
“Suppliers to the beast?”
“Not the only ones, I’m sure.”
“Yeah. I bet he’s got guys like us all over the world.”
“Smorgasbord of a menu.”
I traced my fingers over his face...his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, his cheek, his chin, his ear...as if memorizing it by touch. He reacted like a kitten being petted.
“This is so out of nowhere,” I murmured. “I never felt this way for anybody, before.”
He shrugged. “New for me, too.”
A smile filled my face and I felt a warm glow of stillness cover me like a cozy blanket. “May I move in with you?”
He grinned and we kissed, again.
And I did not leave.
