Jack Scribe
Chapter
4, THIS ISN’T HALLOWEEN
Dex
grabbed two rocks glasses, poured a generous portion of Dewar’s White Label
into each and, as requested, did not add ice to Kyle’s drink. With cocktail
napkins in tow, he looked down at the floor and silently shook his head.
“Let’s
go into the living room,” Dex said, carrying in the two glasses. He motioned
Kyle to sit down on the couch as he sat down in an over-stuffed easy chair. ‘I
hope I’m right in trusting this guy with what I’m going to tell him,’ he
thought, while studying his upset guest. Dex slowly arranged the glasses on the
napkins to gain a little more time.
“I’d
say ‘cheers’ but it hardly seems appropriate,” Kyle grabbed the scotch and
rushed the glass to his mouth. Within a few seconds he downed half of the amber
liquid from the bogs of Scotland.
“Want
me to top it off?” asked Dex, suspiciously. He slowly took a small sip and
returned the glass to the napkin. ‘Man, that’s a lot of high-octane he tossed
down.’
“We’ll
see.” Kyle placed the glass directly on the coffee table and looked at Dex.
“What the fuck is going on, Mr. Tate? Or, is that your real name?”
“Listen,
Kyle, I’m really baffled about your actions. What have I done to create such a
foul mood?” Dex shifted slightly in his chair and stared at Kyle before taking
a small sip. ‘Might as well go into damage-control mode,’ he decided, ‘and see
what he knows.’
“Just
adding two and two, I come up with five. You tipped your hat when you were in
the crowd outside the office building behind the reporter. When I called you –
I was thrilled to see you on the TV, by the way – you gave me information that
no one could know. You knew exactly what was going down…like you’re a spy or
something.”
“Um,
yeah, I guess I was a little too explicit today. Would you believe me if I said
that I wanted to help the congresswoman and your team get a little ahead of the
shit that was happening?”
“I
considered that and, yes, what you told me did help our strategy. She’s an
honorable and clean politician, Dex. I still wanna know where you got that info
’cause who or what you are doesn’t add up.” Kyle seemed to be moving back to a
confused state as the anger took a back seat. “I thought you might be someone
that I wanted to let into my life. At this point, I’m just not sure.”
“Buddy,
I know I want you in my life,” Dex replied. He got up from his chair and joined
Kyle on the couch. “I guess it’s truth time.” He put his hand on Kyle’s
shoulder and held it there for a moment before Kyle shifted away.
“Truth
time? Okay, I’m listening but it’d better be good.”
“I,
ah, really have two jobs. The one at Biggs and Dasch is just a front for my
real work…with the F.B.I. That’s it, babe, in a nutshell and this is very
classified. So yeah, trust is a two-way street. I’m working undercover for the
good guys.” Dex took a deep breath, leaned back into the over-stuffed cushions
and looked at the ceiling.
“That
must mean that you are involved in the Abraham mess?”
“I
can’t say anything about any specifics of what I do. I’m taking a big risk
telling you what I just said.” Dex turned to Kyle and reached out his hand.
“Ah,
I appreciate what you’re saying and, um, I think you know I won’t say anything
to anyone. But ya gotta clear up something else that came to my mind.” Kyle
took Dex’s hand and held it.
“Try
me. I want everything straight between us.” Dex smiled when he considered the
double entendre he had just uttered.
“Yeah,
straight my ass,” Kyle replied with a shrug. “Seriously, did we just meet
accidentally at JR’s the other night? After what you just said, I remember our
dinner and the not-so-subtle game of
‘20 questions’ that we were playing. Come to think of it, I was spilling
my guts to you.”
“Ya
got me. I admit I was on assignment.” Dex was a little shaken when Kyle
suddenly withdrew his hand.
“So
I was just something you were going to use to get to Mandy? Jeez, I was just a
piece of ass to manipulate.” Kyle grabbed his glass and tossed down the rest of
the scotch. “Okay, Tate. Spill the rest,” he said in a defiant tone.
“Dude,
I’ll spill it if you’ll just hear me out.” Dex drained his glass and continued,
“I think we could both use refills.” He got up, grabbed the scotch and poured
out two generous portions.
“This
better be good.” Kyle watched carefully as Dex joined him on the couch.
“Shit,
where do I start?”
“Maybe
your name, to begin with.”
“Actually
that’s the easy part. It is Dexter Benjamin Tate. No esquire, no junior…nothing
special. Dex Tate has been my name since grade school in Westport, Connecticut.
Well, except when my Mom was pissed. Whenever she used my full name, I knew I
was in deep doo-doo.” Dex decided to
try and lighten up the atmosphere with a little homespun background. ‘Whew,’ he
thought, watching Kyle’s softening expression, ‘I think that he’s chillin’
out.’
“Okay,
I’m with you so far. You are a lawyer? That’s for real?” Kyle did seem to relax
a little further and his posture slumped a little. He eased back against the
corner of the couch and rested his arm on the top of a large, decorative
pillow.
“For
real. Georgetown, class of 2001. The Bureau generally only considers young
lawyers when they are hiring. I guess I fell for the intrigue and excitement
like you see in movies. Fact is, being an F.B.I. agent can be pretty boring.
Well, boring until I met you.” Dex turned on his best ‘I wanna be more than
friends’ smile and aimed it at Kyle like a laser ray.
“You’re
not out of the doghouse yet. Continue.” Kyle reached for his glass and, this
time, took only a small swig of scotch.
Dex
decided to follow the lead and sipped from his glass before he continued,
“Congresswoman Burke was on our radar screen after the Abraham-funded money
turned up in her campaign account. Basically my assignment was to get close to
one of her associates and find out what I could. Let me add that after we had
our conversation, I gave her a clean bill of health.”
“You
used me, Dex. I don’t feel very good about that.”
“It
was a fucking assignment. I didn’t plan on getting involved or having special
feelings for you. I do, ya know…have special feelings. I want to put this
behind us and move forward. You think that’s possible?”
“When
did these special feelings happen? I wanna know how this Dex Tate guy thinks,”
Kyle replied. “Give me some reasons to believe you.”
“Cards
on the table. You really rang my chimes when we first met. But until I could
figure out if there was anything in my investigation, the policy was ‘hands
off’. I guess half way through our dinner I came to the realization that your
office was clean and that I wanted to get personally involved with you. I still
do, Kyle. In fact, I’m planning on quitting my job with the Bureau as soon as I
find a new position.”
“Quitting?
On account of me?” Kyle looked at Dex with an expression of surprise.
“Well,
yeah, I consider you to hopefully be part of this, um, my future. The fact is
the F.B.I. isn’t exactly gay friendly. I’m in the closet and my immediate
supervisor is a real homophobe. And now you have entered my life,” Dex said
softly. He reached over and again took Kyle’s hand in his. This time the hand
was not rejected.
“You
really know how to diffuse a situation,” Kyle replied. He moved over to Dex and
swung his free arm around Dex’s shoulders. “I came over here tonight confused
and pissed. I’m still a little confused but I really want to figure out how
we’re going to get to know each other better.”
“That’s
the best thing I’ve heard tonight. I’m ready to make several major changes in
my life. And the career is just part of it.” Dex leaned in and nibbled lightly
on Kyle’s earlobe. “You are a big part of the equation.” He moved closer,
squeezed Kyle’s hand harder and moved his lips over to Kyle’s face. “SWAK, my
friend..”
“I
haven’t heard that since I was in 7th grade,” Kyle said with a
chuckle. “But I’ll definitely seal this with a kiss.” He joined his mouth and
allowed Dex’s tongue to enter. Tongues curled, breathing became more pronounced
and saliva drooled as the two men ratcheted up the action.
“Oh,
fuck, babe…ahhh,” Dex moaned while he pulled Kyle into a bone-crushing embrace.
He pulled away and started a series of kisses that touched every part of Kyle’s
face: cheeks, eyes and forehead. He started to unbutton the shirt.
“Babe,
this is a helluva antipasto, but before I flip up my legs for you, we’ve got
some talking to do. There are several blanks that need to be filled in and you
can do that over dinner. Trust is a two-way street. I want to trust you but
these revelations have been a pretty big jolt.” Kyle looked into the depth of
Dex’s eyes with a sincere but determined look.
“Yeah,
I want to left nothing unsaid tonight.” Dex returned Kyle’s stare and held it
for a moment. “Guess I better turn the water back on if we’re going to have
spaghetti. You want some more scotch?” Dex asked while untangling himself from
his guest.
“Naw,
I think I’ll quit while I’m ahead. Maybe some water now and the wine with
dinner.” Kyle looked at Dex and softly smiled as his head tilted with a shrug.
“Can I help?”
“Absolutely.
We can talk while I cook.” Dex stood and offered his hands for an assist to
help Kyle from the couch. “We gotta figure out how an almost ex-F.B.I. guy and
a hunky press dude are going to go forward.
~~~~~
Phil
hadn’t dressed down for a while and debated whether he should be wearing jeans
to Cobalt. He figured, ‘What the hell,’ as he eased into his favorite pair of
Lucky’s. A light crew sweater won out over a rugby shirt. ‘Got to be a little
age-appropriate,’ Phil decided, not wanting to look silly.
The
Tuesday night crowd was in full swing when he arrived. After looking around the
fairly quiet first floor lounge, Phil walked upstairs to the dance area. A
Marvin Gaye song had just finished and the DJ immediately swung into Donna
Summers’ She Works Hard For Her Money. The boys were definitely in a
dancing mood, Phil observed as he arrived at the bar and ordered a cosmo. He
smiled when he considered that the range of ‘boys’ started in the early-20’s
and meandered up to some hot looking 40 year olds. ‘I’m not such a dinosaur,
after all,” he considered.
At
the opposite end of the bar he spotted MacDonald Price laughing and talking to
a couple of guys. Phil, using his technique of initiating contact, intently
stared at Mac Price. Within moments, Mac turned in Phil’s direction to identify
the origin of the human laser. Phil nodded and raised his cocktail glass in a
visual toast. Mac acknowledged the toast and returned to conversing with his
friends. Phil turned his back to the bar, leaned against the ledge and watched
the gyrations on the dance floor. He was mindful that Mac was approaching him
but continued to observe the dancers.
“Hi,
you’re a new face in here,” Mac said when he stopped next to Phil. MacDonald
Price was a young man who projected confidence without being arrogant.
“Hey,
yourself,” Phil said, turning to Mac. “Yep, you’re right. A friend I work with
told me about this place and I thought I’d check it out. I normally don’t go
out to many bars but I was working late tonight and decided to stop in. I’m
Phil, by the way.”
“I’m
Mac and I usually stop in here on Tuesday night. Cheap martinis and some fun
music have made this a weekly tradition for some of my friends and me.”
“Speaking
of that, can I buy you a martini? I figure a buck won’t break me,” Phil said
with a laugh. ‘This guy is smooth, has a great personality and comes on without
being pushy,’ he thought.
“Sounds
like a deal.” Mac started to keep beat with his body as Martha Reeves and the
Vandellas’ Heat Wave was cranked up through the speakers.
The
bartender took Phil’s order and had the martini in a chilled stem glass within
moments. Phil pushed a couple of bucks towards the bartender, took the filled
glass and gave it to Mac. They both raised their glasses and clinked the edges
lightly before taking sips. “You wanna dance?” Phil asked. “I figure I can’t
get into too much trouble on the dance floor with a seasoned regular like you.”
“Yeah,
I’d like that. Give me a sec so I can let the guys know that I’m with you.” Mac
walked over to his two buddies, pointed out Phil and said something. He
answered with a shrug to an obvious question from one of his friends. Mac waved
and returned to Phil. “Okay, Phil, let’s dance.”
For
the next half-hour, Phil and Mac rotated between dancing and taking a breather
at the bar. They both had another drink and became more comfortable with each
other.
“You
said you came here from work. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do?” Mac
asked. The D.J. slowed down the action with an Elton John classic, Goodbye
Yellow Brick Road.
“No
problem. I’m out at work. Work is being a member of a congresswoman’s staff.
Mandy Burns from Chicago.”
“She’s
pretty prominent recently and very impressive. I met someone else from her
office recently. Kyle Blakesfield. We
were going to get together but our schedules never jived.”
“Kyle
and I work together. Nice guy.” Phil observed and didn’t get a reaction, one
way or the other.
“I’m
also in government work and I’m not out.” Mac took a sip of his martini.
“Really?
Is it fair to ask you where you work if you’re in the closet?” Phil replied
with a friendly raised eyebrow. He decided not to respond to the mention of
Kyle.
“Um,
no, I don’t mind. I’m a lowly lawyer and admin gofer in the Vice President’s
office.”
“Hey,
your secrets are safe with me.”
“Secrets,”
Mac asked skeptically.
“That
you’re gay and Republican. In this town that’s a lethal combination.” Phil
winked and finished off the remaining pinkish liquid in his cocktail glass.
“And I doubt that you’re just a gofer.”
“Maybe
not the best combination but we kinda have a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing
going on in the office. You know, there are a lot of us who are Republican and
don’t appreciate the bible-thumping, fundamentalist, hateful assholes. As far
as being a gofer, I’m pretty junior to a lot of big dogs. So, I get to do the
stuff no one else wants to do.”
“Hey,
I’m just pulling your leg. We may be on opposite sides of the aisle but it
doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. Speaking of friends, yours seemed to have
disappeared.”
“Well,
it is a workday tomorrow. Plus I told them I had met this absolutely neat guy
and wanted to get to know him better.”
“Anyone
I know?” Phil mischievously put his hand around Mac’s waist. ‘Hmm,’ he thought,
‘this body feels very tight.’
“You,
doofus. By the way, did I pass?” Mac chuckled and duplicated Phil’s movement
and slowly moved his hand around Phil’s waist.
“Pass?”
“Phil,
the old ‘check out the love handles’ routine is as old as the hills. By the
way, you certainly passed with flying colors. Gotcha.” Mac laughed and finished
his martini.
“I
think we both passed and I apologize for being so obvious. Listen, as much as
I’d like to stay here and have another one, tomorrow is an office day. But it’s
still early to get a chance to know each other better. You wanna come over to
Casa Tortello?”
“Phil
Tortello? Good strong name and the answer is yes, Mac Price accepts your
invitation.”
“Mac,
now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, what say we split? You want
to follow me in your car? I’ve got a place in Georgetown and street parking
isn’t too bad where my apartment is located.”
“This
is my neighborhood, Phil, and I walked. If you don’t mind, I suggest we walk
over to my place and save Casa Tortello for another time.”
“Let’s
do it. I guess my vintage Toyota will be safe here.” The two men strolled past
the dance floor, still gyrating with guys, walked downstairs and left the bar.
‘The more I’m with Mac,’ Phil thought, ‘the more I like what I see.”
“I’m
over a couple of blocks on 19th Street. Don’t worry, it’s well-lit.”
Mac gave Phil a reassuring rub on the small of the back and they started the
short trip. Within five minutes and one turn at the corner of R and 19th,
Mac took Phil’s hand as they ascended up the stoop steps of a renovated
brownstone.
“Nice
place,” Phil said when he walked into the foyer of the building.
“I’m
up on three in possibly the smallest one-bedroom apartment in the world. But it
works for me.” Mac led the way up the stairway, unlocked a door on the third
floor and flipped on a light. “Welcome, buddy.”
“Thanks.”
As soon as the door was closed, Phil pulled Mac towards him and lightly kissed
a willing mouth. “Just so you know, I’m not an easy lay,” Phil said with a
chuckle. “I really wanted to get to know you better…from the first moment I saw
you.”
“Well,
I’m not exactly your garden-variety slut. Although I can be talked into a
little variety that might be considered slutty.” Mac pressed hard against
Phil’s lips and attacked the orifice with gusto. It was a draw as tongues
traded entry.
“Ohhh,
ummm…” Phil groaned while he ground his hardening dick into Mac’s bulging
crotch. “Babe, these jeans are death on a guy who’s excited to be with you, if
you get my drift,” he said after he pushed loose.
“More
than get your drift.” Mac reached down and passed his hand over the outline of
Phil’s covered erection. “Man, it feels like I’ve found my own weapon of mass
destruction.” Mac smiled lasciviously as he rubbed Phil’s excited cock.
“And
this WMD is not a fabrication,” Phil replied with a chuckle.
“Oh,
my loyalties to the administration are being tested. Let’s check politics at
the door and come into the bedroom.” Mac tugged and pulled Phil’s sweater off
and laid it on a living room chair. Without waiting for assistance, he
unbuttoned and removed his shirt. It joined the lonely sweater. “This way,
stud.”
“I’m
definitely following the leader.” As they entered the Spartan bedroom, Phil
couldn’t help but admire Mac’s trim physique. Just a small cluster of chest
hair between Mac’s well-defined pecs matched the closely cropped strawberry
blond hair. From the rear, his muscled back tapering to a slim waist suggested
that he must be a swimmer. Mac stopped at the bed, turned and started
unfastening his 501’s. Phil took the hint and removed his jeans. Within moments,
both men had kicked their shoes off, removed their jeans and pulled off their
socks.
“I
like a man with dark features,” Mac said as he stepped up to Phil. He ran his
hands over Phil’s ample chest hair and down over the flat stomach before
resting on Phil’s pronounced treasure trail. “Now that it’s been determined
that we both wear boxers, let’s remove them and get down to business.” He took
his hands around the band of Phil’s boxers and firmly tugged on them until they
were mid-thigh. Phil shook his legs just enough to allow the boxers to drop to
the floor. His ‘Italian sausage’ stood attention at a 45-degree angle.
“My
turn to play show and tell.” Phil put his thumbs inside Mac’s underwear and
pulled them all the way down, moving down to his knees in the process. Mac
stepped out of his boxers as Phil studied the hard cock standing at attention
before him. ‘Well this is interesting,’ Phil thought, as he noticed that Mac
was uncut. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and lightly swiped it across the
semi-covered glans and piss slit.
“Found
something you like down there?” Mac shivered a little as Phil pulled back the
foreskin and lapped the frenulum.
Phil
kissed Mac’s glans and stood up. “I gotta tell you that an uncircumcised man
really turns me on. I hope you don’t mind me admiring your cock, hot stuff?”
“Not
at all. Ya know in Texas, where I was raised, the town doctor didn’t believe in
circumcision. So it was pretty common for all the boys to be natural. It was
only when I went to UT in Austin that I realized that my ‘hood’ was not the
norm. You cut guys don’t know what you’re missing.” Mac winked and pulled back
the bed covers.
“Mac,
would you indulge me for a few minutes?” Phil got on the bed and pulled Mac
with him. They were both on their knees as they faced each other.
“Something
tells me that my dick has something to do with this.” Their cocks were almost
touching. “You want me to dock with you, right?” he said with a snicker.
“Buddy,
this is a fantasy that I’ve had since I watched two guys on a porn tape several
years ago. This is my first opportunity to try it. Do you mind?” Phil looked
into Mac’s eyes while he rubbed Mac’s biceps.
“Naw,
I kinda get off on it, too. Just keep kneeling and let me do the work.”
“Only
to a point. This is only one of the things that I’d like to do tonight.” Phil
placed his hands on the mattress for support as Mac brought their two
piss-slits together to touch.
“Think
of it as our dicks kissing,” Mac purred. He took his foreskin and rolled it
over the head of Phil’s naked cockhead until it was completely blanketed.
“Oh,
fuck, that feels hot.” Phil closed his eyes and smiled as Mac massaged the two
wedded, covered glans. Within a few minutes, he felt his body sending early
warning signals that he would soon be climaxing. “Babe, I think I’ve satisfied
my curiosity with docking,” he said as he gently pulled his cock away from
Mac’s foreskin shroud. Phil lay over on his side and indicated that he’d like
Mac to rest his head at the opposite end.
“A
little seventy minus one?” Mac said before he started licking Phil’s balls.
“You’re
awfully good at math.” Phil immediately attacked Mac’s glans by moving his
tongue around and under the foreskin that hadn’t retreated. After retrieving
the unique, musky flavors, Phil pulled back the foreskin with his hand and took
Mac’s hard cock in his mouth.
“Oh,
man, let’s do this with a little precision. I’d love to cum at the same time.”
Mac dove onto Phil’s hard member and started bobbing his head back and forth.
They were both a respectable six inches with balls that flopped with the
action.
Phil
was in heaven as he sucked away and brought the spongy glans back to his throat
with each pass. He played with Mac’s nuts and decided not to go further that
night. ‘The promised land will wait for the next occasion,’ he decided. As he
sped up his oral assault, Phil felt Mac’s scrotum tighten as the balls started
the classic retreat.
Mac
knew he was about to shoot. He also sensed that Phil was ready. The deep
breathing, nuts tightening and the already hard cock becoming even larger told
Mac that they were in synch. Each started aggressively fucking the other’s face
until mutual release was imminent.
‘Thar
she blows.’ Phil’s body tightened and convulsed. He saw stars and felt a rush of
blood to his head as he climaxed. As his dick was being milked, Mac’s first
forceful stream of spunk shot into his mouth. ‘He may be a Republican, but
Mac’s no prude in bed.’ Phil decided, while he savored the semen.
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