Officer Jack Albertson

By Bradley Carson

Published on Jul 27, 2011

Gay

*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based solely on the author's own personal fantasies, and no real names or real situations are used. The character of Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself, although some other aspects of the character's life are fiction. If you are under 18 years old, or if it is otherwise illegal where you are to read about masturbation and consensual gay sex between adult males, then do not read this story. Permission is NOT given to repost or share this story anywhere else by any means.

"Oh Brad, baby, I love you so much," Jack panted, meaning the words with all of his heart. He was trying to get his breath back now, in the aftermath of the 35 minutes of intense bareback lovemaking that had spanned the time from when Jack's cockhead had first found Brad's pink hole until just now, when they had both finally reached their shattering, wonderful, ecstatic climaxes.

"Oh, I love you too Jack, so much baby," Brad panted, also feeling the words clear to his soul. Jack then raised up a little on one arm, and reached out with the other, getting the jar candle from the table next to the bed. He blew it out and put it back on the table. Then, in the cool, soft darkness that enveloped them, he wrapped his big, strong arms back around in under Brad's chest, as he was still lying right on top of Brad. Jack then rolled them around so that they were lying on their sides, with his cock still yet up Brad's ass. Jack held Brad so tight and yet so tenderly, with Brad loving how the big strong arms felt around him, and how the chest fur felt against his back. In the brief time it took for Jack's thick, exhausted, fully satisfied cock to finally soften and slip out of his lover, they had both fallen fast asleep, exhausted from the intense passions of this amazing day that neither of them would ever forget.

Several hours later, the yellow-pink light of dawn was slowly finding its way through the window and across Jack's king sized bed. The big, beefy officer awoke. Brad's even breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest told Jack that his new lover was still fast asleep. Brad had somehow rolled over a bit while they slept, so that he was now lying on his back, with Jack's big hand still on his chest. Nature was calling, so carefully Jack made his way out of the bed.

When he returned, he looked at how beautiful Brad looked lying there naked and asleep. It then occurred to Jack that in all their passion of the amazing day before, there was still one thing Jack had yet to do for his love. He had not yet taken Brad's entire load of creamy nectar. "I think I'll do something about that," Jack thought, grinning to himself as he crawled into bed and down between Brad's legs.

"What's that," Brad's sleeping mind thought, as he felt a warm, wet sensation between his legs, "Am I pissing myself?" His mind asked. Then, "No, wait, that's something else, Oh, that feels good..." Still sleeping, Brad began to slightly hump up into Jack's face. As pleasure built, it broke through sleep's bonds. Brad opened his eyes, and groaned in pleasure at the sight before him and the feelings it was causing him. There was his big sweet adorable guy, down between his legs giving him a good morning blowjob!

Jack glanced up when Brad groaned, seeing that he was awake. He pulled off Brad's cock for a second. "Good morning, sunshine!" Jack said with a smirk, and then swallowed Brad completely again.

In a matter of a few minutes of Jack's head-bobbing talent, Brad's balls were tightening as he moaned. "Oh, baby, I'm about to cum!" He warned Jack.

Jack took all four of Brad's heavy squirts, savoring their salty sweetness as he swallowed. He licked Brad clean then came up to kiss him. "Breakfast of champions!" Jack exclaimed, giggling.

Brad kissed him back and laughingly replied, "And good morning to you too, Officer! Did you sleep well, baby?"

"Oh, Lord, like a rock after that!" Jack turned tender and serious, "Oh, God baby. Last night was incredible."

"Yes, that it was," Brad replied seriously. "And I love you, and am looking forward to sharing a whole lot more with you, and not all of it in the bedroom." He then grinned mischievously and continued, "Well, maybe a good bit of it in the bedroom, after as completely fuckin' amazing as you were last night, but still," Brad teased as Jack laughed.

They showered together, and then dressed, Brad borrowing some shorts and a t-shirt from Jack that fit well enough, as all he had with him were last night's dress clothes. "You know, that's gonna look real cute with dress shoes and socks," Jack laughed.

"Oh well, I'm not worried about it 'til we leave, and then nobody but you is going to see me in my shorts and shiny shoes!" Brad replied, laughing.

They ate cereal together on Jack's couch, then cuddled and watched a bit of "The Today Show," and ended up talking quite awhile. "Welcome to the forth hour of 'Today' on NBC, for this Wednesday, July 27, 2011. And now, here are Kathie Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotb," the announcer's smooth voice was now saying on the TV. By the time Kathie Lee and Hoda got up to their 10am on-air antics (complete with flutes of sparkling pink champagne for this morning's edition!) Jack and Brad were both dreading having to part.

"I hate this worse than anything," Brad started. "But, I need to get home. Have to put some time in on the home-key data entry work that I do today, I can't miss another day after yesterday. Even though I set my own hours, I have a quota to meet for the week."

"I understand, and figured," Jack said. "Actually, I already told my Mom I'd be up to see her today, and take her out to dinner tonight."

Soon Jack was giving Brad a very long kiss goodbye as they sat in Jack's red Chevy in front of the Carson farmhouse.

"You know I'm off work until Monday," Jack started.

Brad playfully gouged him in the tummy, "And you know I expect to see you way before then!"

Jack laughed, "Speaking of. I know your folks are gone, what else is on your agenda for today besides the data entry?"

"Nothing really," Brad replied, "This is pretty much a farm in name only these days, we don't really do any crops or cattle or anything anymore since Dad retired. The hay's the only thing we fool with, and that doesn't need anything done until after they get back."

"In that case," Jack said with a grin, "I see no reason for a handsome man like you to sleep alone tonight."

"Is that a proposition, Officer?" Brad replied coyly.

"You bet your sweet ass," Jack replied with an evil grin. "I should be back from seeing my mom about 9:00 tonight. See you at my place then?"

"Count on it, big guy," Brad said. Another long goodbye kiss, and he was soon watching from the porch as Jack drove away.

Data entry was monotonous work, but paid well, and with the company's home-key program, Brad loved getting to work from home and set his own schedule. This also allowed him to help his mother with the house and his daddy with the hay, and whatever else might need doing around the place. And now, Brad thought in delight, it'll allow me to have time with my big handsome man whenever he's free. Had it really only been not quite 48 hours since Jack had rolled up to ask about having Brad's dad run sound at the upcoming benefit? "Wow," Brad thought smiling in contentment, and remember the lovemaking of the night before, "Guess dreams can come true!"

Before he started working online, Brad went in the house and called his best friend, Bobby Jenkins, and told him all about Jack and everything that had happened between them so far, leaving out none of the hot details. Bobby said that he was so pleased to hear that Brad had now apparently finally found just the type of guy that Brad had been looking for, for so long.

Brad had already told Jack all about Bobby and their friendship, during their long talk on the way back from the dinner train. Jack said he sounded like he was a great best friend to Brad, and that he would like to meet him sometime. On the phone that morning, Bobby also said that he would look forward to meeting Jack the next time he had a chance to get down their way. There was a restored 1950s motor lodge in a town near Pleasant View that Bobby and Brad liked to go stay in and just spend the weekend watching old movies and catching up sometimes. When Brad lived in Rosemont and they had first met several years before, Bobby and Brad had lived only about ten miles apart. Bobby had since moved about 150 miles away, back up to the far northeastern side of the state where he was originally from.

Bobby Jenkins was a very smart and articulate 31-year-old man. In him was found the perfect blend of a suburban country upbringing and urbane sensibilities. He was also really handsome, and basically looked like a cross between a young Paul Newman and a young John F. Kennedy, with some Cary Grant charm thrown in there too. Bobby stood about five foot-ten, with curly short brown hair, and beautiful, rather unusual hazel green eyes. He had a solid muscular build, with a gorgeous lightly furry chest.

Bobby also had a very nice six and a half inch, average girth cut cock, the slightly up-curved shape of which was perfect for driving any bottom guy that he was fucking totally crazy. Like Jack, Bobby was a "show-er" too, and his dick was impressive even when not hard. Even though they were just best friends and had never been romantically involved at all, Bobby had actually been the first guy to fuck Brad several years before. At that time, Brad had been quite the silly little closeted drama queen, things that Bobby had done much to help him change through the years.

After last night, Brad could honestly say that Jack was now the only guy out of all those he had ever been with who was even better and more of a natural at topping than Bobby. That said a whole lot, since just laying flat on his stomach and getting plowed really good and hard by Bobby's nice dick had always made Brad cum so much. If Jack had not come into his life when he did, Brad knew that he probably would have seen if Bobby might have been willing to fuck him again sometime, just for old times' sake. It had now been quite a long time since the last time they had actually done that. But, up until last night with Jack, Brad had previously never been with another guy who was any better at either kissing, or at hitting his love button with their cock and just pushing him totally over the cum-shooting edge of ecstasy than Bobby always was.

In spite of what a completely hot stud Bobby was, it had not been too long after they had met and starting fucking nearly seven years before that Brad and Bobby had realized they were much better suited to have just a very close and wonderful best friendship than for anything else. Well, Bobby had realized it right away, anyway. Brad had went through a major stupid drama queen stage that he didn't even like to think about now. That had nearly wrecked their friendship before he had finally accepted and realized that best friends was what, and all, that they were meant to me.

Brad and Bobby were each not really the other's favorite type of guy anyway. Still, a lot of times off and on through the years that they had known each other, if they were both single Bobby and Brad had occasionally ended up at least jacking off together when they hung out, just for the fun of it and to get off. Bobby was a heavy cummer and a shooter, so jacking off with him was always a hot event in and of itself, especially when he would get up over Brad and shoot it all over Brad's chest and tummy, causing Brad to blow his own load.

Yes, just being able to get naked and have some hot, drama free cum-shooting fun with another handsome single guy who was also your best friend was always good. What Brad had found now with Jack was a different kind of relationship, a different kind of love, and so it was in a league of its own, though, of course. They had not discussed it yet, but Brad had already realized that Jack was the only one he would do anything sexual with from now on, and Jack felt the same way.

But, Brad's friendship with Bobby would still always mean so much to Brad no matter what, because it was about so much more than fooling around anyway. It had much more to do with their mutual interests in all things to do with retro pop culture, and in just how they could always talk to each other about anything under the sun. Bobby had also been the one who had helped Brad more than he could ever say when it had come to dealing with being gay, coming out, and all that goes with it.

Given the very strong resemblance between the two Jacks, and the coincidence of their first names being the same, Bobby teasingly told Brad on the phone that morning that he liked to think some of the credit for Brad finding Officer Jack was partially his. He said so, because of the fact that big, beefy, black-haired, blue-eyed guys like Jack Albertson had been Brad's favorite type ever since Bobby had first pointed the much-underrated character actor Jack Carson out to him in Doris Day's first film, ROMANCE ON THE HIGH SEAS. Bobby had first shown Brad that movie on DVD during one of their famous classic movie nights. Since then, for the longest time, Brad had hoped to find "his Jack," not knowing that this would quite literally be the case, due to Officer Albertson's name.

Brad told Bobby to give Alejandro a big hug for him before they hung up. Alejandro was Bobby's one-of-a-kind little black and tan male Minpin/Chihuahua mix, and closest companion, otherwise known as "The World's Smartest and Most Adorable Dog" as far as they were concerned. As far as Alejandro was concerned, Alejandro was human, and a member of old-school Latin aristocracy at that, no less. "Oh, senor', I must be kind to Bobby always, for he rescued me and took me in when I had no home," is what Alejandro would tell anyone who would listen. Except for that small nuisance of his not being able to speak human. Oh well.

Later, while eating lunch, Brad turned on the kitchen radio, which came on playing Pleasant View's local classic country station. The station still did things the old school way, with local news and weather, a gospel hour and various other things throughout the day. At this time, a local Baptist preacher had a 15-minute program at the end of the gospel music hour. Brad didn't pay that close of attention to what time it was, or he would have either waited to turn on the radio, or changed the station.

Jack had started driving east on his hour and half drive to Annandale, where his Mom lived, and had flipped on the same station as he was passing back through Pleasant View. So, both men heard LeRoy Fawlkes, the short, grotesquely rotund, late-40s-ish, blonde-headed, blustering bigot pastor of the Victory in Jesus Baptist Church spewing forth his usual judgmental venom. They both got very pissed as they realized that today's sermon was one of old Leroy's standard shout-filled gay bashing tirades, punctuated with lots of breathy "Ah-hah's," and audible thumps on the pulpit, and replete with plenty of fire and brimstone.

"Jerks like him have never heard of a loving God of compassion," Brad thought, as Jack was thinking the same thing.

Right after Jack changed the station away from ol' LeRoy's blustering, he had to turn his truck radio down, as his cell was ringing. "Oh, Lord," Jack thought, "I hope that's not Chief making Justin do his dirty work to call me in again."

"Albertson." Jack answered.

"Hey, Jack," came the voice on the other end, "First off, no Chief is not getting me to do his dirty work, and no I am not calling you in," Justin said, reading the mind of his best friend. "In fact, this is my day off." This ended with a chuckle.

The voice on the phone belonged to Officer Justin Earheart, who as Brad and Jack had previously discussed, had become the Pleasant View Police Department's first openly gay officer a few years before. Justin was also the partner of Eric Jamison, head of accounting at the Fujitisiu Automotive plant.

"Hey, Justin, what's up man?" Jack asked the other officer, who was also his best friend.

"Where you at man, I hate to bug you during your vacation, but I want to fill you in on something while neither of us is at the station," Justin said, sounding serious.

"Uh, well," Jack replied, "I'm actually just driving through town right now. I'm on my way up to see my Mom in Annandale, going to visit with her and take her out to eat tonight. Why, what's up buddy, you sound a little upset?"

"Well, I hate to ask, if you are on the way to see your mom," Justin said. "But, could you maybe have time to meet me at the diner right now for some lunch?"

"Sure," Jack said, "I'd planned to stop for something on the way somewhere anyway."

Soon, Jack turned into the lot of the Ramblin' Rose Diner, the same place his truck had previously broken down, and home of the best hot lunches in Pleasant View. Jack walked in, nodded and spoke to a few of the regulars, and then saw Justin sitting alone in a booth way back towards the back. They said hi, and the waitress came over and took their orders.

Jack glanced at the other officer. Justin Earheart was undeniably anybody's definition of a hunk, Jack thought. Earheart was 38 years old, stood about six feet tall, was very muscular and athletically built, and had a deep cleft in his chin. Classic film fan that he was, Jack had always thought Officer Earheart looked like a cross between Robert Mitchum and Cary Grant.

There were two reasons, though, why Jack had not ever thought about pursuing anything romantic or sexual with his best friend Justin. Reason One - Yes, Justin was hot. (You'd basically have to be a dead eunuch not to think so, Jack thought!) But, he honestly just was not Jack's type at all. Jack liked those average looking, chubbier, farmboy-next-door types so much more than guys with stereotypical matinee idol good looks like Justin. And, now Jack had found himself a great one of his type of guys, in Brad. And Reason Two - Justin was already taken, and by all evidence he and Eric were very much in love, and ridiculously happy with the life they shared in their home on the shores of the local lake. "Will me and Brad be like that someday?" Jack wondered silently, and felt a shiver of delight run down his back just at the possibility.

"Jack," Justin began, "I'm sure you are wondering what this is all about."

"You know I'm always willing to talk, and I can tell you are needing to, man," Jack replied, concerned for his friend and fellow officer. "You and Eric aren't having problems are you?"

"Oh, no," Justin replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, "Nothing like that, we're great."

He paused, as the waitress brought their food, and then Justin continued, "I know you remember, Jack, all the shit that Lieutenant O'Reilly and Officer Hannity both tried to start when I first moved here and joined the force."

"Yes," Jack replied, "I remember how they acted like total redneck assholes when they found out you were gay and had moved here with Eric."

"They tried to give me a hard time, all right," Justin recalled. "But, as you know, the Chief walked in on them running their mouths and put a stop to it, and I thought that was that."

"Seems like they have chilled out, or at least shut up, about it ever since then," Jack agreed. "Well, I mean it seems like Hannity did at least, O'Reilly left to become a Trooper right after that, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Justin replied. "But, as you know, Hannity is still with us. I really thought he had either changed, or more likely, had just learned to keep his fuckin' bigotry to himself, after the royal ass-chewing Chief had given them."

"So, I'm guessing he has had the balls, and stupidity, to try to get in your face at the station again now, after all this time?" Jack asked incredulously as he took a bite of his burger.

"No, that's what really pisses me off, Jack," Justin explained. "I was on patrol last night, and happened to stop in at Billy Joe's Pool Hall."

Jack chuckled, and then said, "Did the good ol' boys play nice and put away their moonshine, marijuana, and mobile meth lab when you walked in?"

Justin had to laugh at that, "Nothing would surprise me in that dive, which is precisely why I make a point to drop in on them when I'm on patrol," he agreed.

"Well, when I walked in, there was Hannity. He was off duty last night, and was in there playing pool with some of the other rednecks. He had his back to the door when I came in, and was running his mouth to Billy Joe," Justin explained.

"What was he sayin'?" Jack asked.

"Oh, my God," Justin said, the veins in his neck throbbing and his fist tightening around his iced tea glass as anger flared at the thought. "He said, and I quote, 'Fuckin' faggots are a big part of what is ruining this country. It's bad enough that we have that Kenyan Muslim in the White House, but I have to be on the same police force with a damn queer, too.'"

"Oh, that sorry fuckin' bastard!" Jack exclaimed a bit louder than he meant to, causing some of the people toward the front of the diner to glance back towards where they were sitting. "Oh, sorry," Jack said. "But, seriously man, it is 2011, I can't believe a Neanderthal like that thinks he is fit to wear the badge! I mean you expect that sort of bullshit from the types that hang out at Billy Joe's, but Hannity is supposed to be an officer of the law, looking out for all people."

"Oh, I know it," Justin nodded. "Every time I start to get proud of how progressive Pleasant View is for a small city in this region, something like this happens, or I flip on the radio and hear that crazy LeRoy Fawlkes sending me straight to hell."

"Oh, God!" Jack replied with a nod and a roll of his eyes, "That bastard makes me sick. Him representing God is about like Hannity thinking he represents Pleasant View's Finest. And, back to that, what did you do when you heard him say that?"

"I kinda cleared my throat, and Hannity looked around. He'd been drinking, so he was ballsier than he probably otherwise would have been," Justin explained, "He actually had the nerve to say, 'And there's the fuckin' queer now!' right to my face Jack!"

"Shit man, what did you do?" Jack asked.

"Well, I didn't knock the hell out of him or shoot him," Justin said with a wry chuckle, "Although I'd being lying if I tried to say that both didn't cross my mind for at least a second. I said, 'Luke Hannity, why don't you just go fuck yourself, because no one else sure as hell is going to'." At this Jack rolled with laughter. Justin continued, "I then said 'You know, I should arrest your sorry ass right here'."

"Good for you man," Jack said.

"Well, not really," Justin said. "All that lead to was Billy Joe and that redneck new husband of your ex's, Larry, both jumping into it. They started in with all the usual Tea Party shit about the evils of the liberal police state, and how free speech gave Hannity every right to say what he did in public. Oh, shit, Jack, sorry to bring up Larry," Justin added.

Jack waved the last part off, "Fuck Larry, or should I say Holly is more than welcome to, I'm not worried about them anymore. But, bro, I hate to say it, you know the dickheads are right about the free speech bit."

"Yeah, I know," Justin replied. "Hell, unfortunately even the Klan is protected by free speech so long as all they do is have a march in their stupid sheets and try to spread their racist bullshit, just as long as they don't actually do anything to anyone. But, it doesn't make shit like that any easier for the rest of us to have to hear, though."

"Well," Jack said, "I'm sure you have told the Chief about this."

"No, Justin said, "He was already gone home way before I got off duty last night."

"Man, I know it is your day off, but he needs to know about this," Jack said. "Hannity's balls will be nailed to the wall when Chief hears what he said to you in front of those rednecks."

"Actually Jack," Justin said, as he took the last bite of his sandwich, "I wish you were right, but think about it, buddy. It would be my word against Hannity's, Larry's, Billy Joe's and the rest of the rednecks who were in there last night. Chief would believe me, of course, but he wouldn't be able to prove anything enough to do anything to Hannity over it, though."

"Shit, bro," Jack said, "you know, you're right. I'll be watching that dickhead close for when he does fuck up on something Chief can get him on, from now on though," Jack said of Officer Hannity.

Justin agreed. "Shit, Jack, I'm sorry to bend your ear with all that and you on vacation and on your way to your Mom's."

"Man," Jack said with a smile to the other officer, "That's what friends are for. Besides, I told you, I was going to stop off somewhere for lunch anyway."

"Thanks, Jack," Justin replied. "One other thing though, and please keep this between us. One reason I don't want to say anything to Chief about what happened...well, I don't want to rock the boat, or make him feel like I'm more trouble than I'm worth on the force, or something. With this recession, Fujitisiu Automotive isn't doing too hot anymore, and, again, strictly between us, Eric is starting to get worried about his job."

"I understand, and that sucks about the plant and Eric's job potentially being in danger," Jack replied. "But, seriously Justin, Chief would never look at it that way, you have nothing to worry about there."

"Thanks again Jack," Justin said. He smiled as he realized that of course Jack was right, and the Chief would not be the type to ever want him off the force over something some other asshole started.

"So, what is new with you?" Justin asked. The waitress came to take away their plates and gave them some refills on their drinks. When she left, Jack replied.

"Well, you are the first on the force to hear this, Justin," Jack started. "You know that I haven't dated since Holly left me. Well, man, I've done a lot of thinking over the last year, and figured out some things about myself."

Justin looked puzzled as to where Jack was heading with this.

"I'm never one to beat around the bush, Justin," Jack said. "So, long story short, I never had a clue about it the whole time I was married to Holly, but gradually over the time since we divorced, I have figured out that I am gay."

Justin looked astonished. "Uh, you're - you're what?" He stammered.

Jack belly laughed, "You heard me, Justin. I'm gay, same as you."

"Well, Jack," Justin replied, "I would never have thought so, but thank you for feeling like you could come out to me before anyone else, though."

"Well, that is not just because you are also gay, Justin," Jack explained. "You've also, and much more importantly, always been a great best friend to me, man. I do have to tell you though, one other person, who is not on the force, does already know about me being gay."

"You've already told your Mom?" Justin asked.

Jack laughed again, "No, but that's on the agenda for my visit today, though."

"Oh," Justin replied, "who then?"

"Well, he's out and has been for a few years now, so I know he won't mind me telling you. Do you know Brad Carson, Allen Carson's son who is around our age? They live on a farm out on Rt. 17," Jack explained.

"Sure," Justin replied with a smile, "He's a really sexy guy too, actually. I don't really know him that much, but I've seen him around town some and we've said 'hi' a few times."

"Well," Jack said, "Brad and I have just started, um, seeing each other."

"Oh, I didn't know that!" Justin exclaimed with a big smile. "I don't know him that well, like I said, but the Carsons are great folks. I bet you have really got yourself a good man there, Jack."

"It has all come about really fast, Justin," Jack said. "And, I'm sure there's a lot more we need to find out about each other as it moves along and stuff. But, I sure do love him." Jack blushed a little, realizing what he had just said.

"Aww, Officer Albertson," Justin said teasingly, "I do believe you are blushing! But seriously, don't blush, though, buddy. I think it is awesome that you've not only figured out who you really are, but have found someone that makes you as happy as I can clearly see that Brad does, too."

"Thanks man," Jack said, grinning.

"Y'all will have to come have dinner with me and Eric sometime!" Justin exclaimed. Justin was very happy for his best friend, and he hoped that Jack and Brad's relationship would turn out to be as wonderful as was his and Eric's. That thought made Justin's heart race with warmth, and also made his cock twitch a little, as he was looking forward to the fun he hoped they would have when Eric got home from work that evening.

"I'd like that, and I'm sure Brad would too," Jack said, about the dinner invitation.

Jack and Justin said goodbye out front, then Jack drove on up to Annandale, located in the mountainous eastern part of the state. While there, he and his mother Alice had a really long talk, in which he came out to her. Jack was relieved that as he had expected, his mother was completely fine with him being gay. Not only that, she had actually seemed as happy to hear about him and Brad as Justin had been. They now had another dinner invitation, in fact. Jack chuckled, thinking that even if everything else between them had went so fast thus far, he still knew Brad would NOT yet be ready to play "meet the parent" with the eccentric, outspoken Alice!

Alice Albertson was indeed a bit of a free spirit, even if she was now 60 years old. Jack realized that probably had a lot to do with the fact that his Mom had pretty much been a hippy back in her younger days during the turbulent late-1960s. She always liked to joke, "I lived through the '60s, but I really don't remember much about them!"

That actually was probably true, Jack realized, although he had certainly never known the wilder side of his mother. By the time he was big enough to know what was going on, she was a single working mother of an only child, who had worked hard and raised Jack right. That had included instilling in Jack from an early age a very liberal outlook on life, based strongly on respect for all different kinds of people. That had been one of the very good things from her hippy days that Alice had always held on to through the years.

Meanwhile, Brad's day had gone by quickly, as he listened to music and some old time radio shows on his headphones while keying the data into the computer, after having logged in remotely to his company's data server. This allowed Brad to do the same work right out there in the country on the Carson farm that he had done when he actually worked in the company's office up in Rosemont, before he had moved back home. Brad got a lot done that day, to the point that having took the day before off actually hadn't set him back that much at all on meeting his weekly quotas. Supper came and went, and as twilight was gathering, Brad got his overnight bag together and smiled as he walked out to the Mercury to drive into Pleasant View to spend the night with his big handsome man again.

As for Justin, he felt better and was actually able to enjoy the rest of his day off after having had his talk with Jack. He went home, did a little yard work, and was just getting out of the shower and walking naked into his and Eric's bedroom in their contemporary-style home that overlooked Pleasant View Lake when he heard Eric call from the foyer, "I'm home babe!"

"Come on back, honey," Justin called.

"Well, hello there!" Eric exclaimed huskily, as he looked up and down his hot, naked partner's ripped, furry body. Meanwhile, Eric was taking off his tie and starting to unbutton his dress shirt. "Looks like you decided to get comfortable, and I can't wait to get out of these dress clothes myself, either."

Justin laughed, "I haven't sat around naked all day babe, I just got out of the shower."

"Well, I need one, it was hot as hell in the office today for some reason, guess the AC was messed up," Eric replied. In a moment Eric was naked too. He was, in some ways, physically similar to Brad Carson. He was shorter though, standing about five feet, eight inches. Eric was a bookish, slightly nerdy guy with wire-rimmed glasses and short brown hair. He had a chubby build and a very furry body. In the cock department, though neither of them would ever know it, he was very comparable to Jack Albertson. Eric also sported a nice, veiny, six and a half inch long, very thick, beer can cock down there when it was hard, as it was now.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me," Justin said, giving his man's hard meat a playful tug. "How about I join you in the shower?" Justin asked Eric.

"Only if you promise to drop the soap, baby," Eric replied evilly.

Within a few minutes, Justin and Eric were fucking passionately in their shower. Even after the past few years together, Eric never tired of plunging his fat cock into that hot, tight, muscular ass, he thought, as he was doing just that, with Justin bent over, his hands on the rear wall of the shower.

"AH-UH, FUCK! OH, BABY! I LOVE YOU! FUCK! AH!" Justin was moaning, as Eric picked up the pace, and was now just fucking the hell out of him so hard and deep.

"OH, FUCK! HERE IT IS BABY, GONNA FILL YOU UP! AH-UH! FUCK!" Eric cried, as he came deep inside his man, as the hot water of their shower ran down over them. Meanwhile, Justin had blown an enormous load out of his nice seven inch cut cock all over the wall and floor of the shower in front of him.

Afterwards, once they had dressed and were having dinner at their table, and enjoying the gorgeous view of the lake they were lucky enough to have, Justin filled Eric in about Jack being gay, and about Jack and Brad being a couple.

"I hope they will be as happy together as we are," Eric smiled.

"I'll drink to that, baby," Justin said, raising his wine glass.

A couple of hours later back in town, Jack was pulling into his driveway at 8:45pm. He walked into his house and then gave Brad a call on his cell. Brad said he was done with work, and was just getting his stuff together to head over there.

After Brad arrived, Jack filled him in on all of the day's events, and they then spent the next couple of hours watching an old movie together while cuddling on Jack's couch. They had chosen the great 1945 film noir classic MILDRED PIERCE for their movie that night. Brad explained to Jack before it started that the movie, which was already one of Jack's favorites, was also considered somewhat of a gay cult-classic. "That's mainly because gay men all seem to know Joan Crawford from the movie MOMMY DEAREST. There was a lot more to the real Joan, though, than just all that 'No wire hangers!' bullshit. To me, MILDRED really shows what a great actress Joan was, and it was definitely her best picture," Brad said. Jack agreed with all of this.

"And you know, Jack," Brad said with a bit of a chuckle, "Bobby and I were talking on the phone earlier today about you, and I am sure that somebody has had to have told you this before, especially with the coincidence of your first names, but..."

"Yes, yes, I know," Jack said grinning, "Trust your Uncle Wally, Mildred!"

Brad cracked up. "Hey, that was pretty good, big guy," he said, referring to how Jack Albertson had slipped right into Jack Carson's voice when he said the "Uncle Wally" line from MILDRED PIERCE.

"I always get that every time I talk to anyone who likes old movies," Jack explained. "I just don't see it as much as everyone else seems to, though."

Brad said, "Well, you really DO look a whole lot like him!"

"I suppose," Jack replied, more than a little skeptical. "I'm inclined to think it is only that we both have black hair and blue eyes and are both named Jack. I sure as hell could never act as well as that guy did. You probably also are just thinking of Officer O'Hara in ARSENIC AND OLD LACE." Jack concluded, referring to Jack Carson's hilarious playwriting police officer character in that other great classic movie.

"Well," Brad said with a grin, "He was straight, but I have to admit that I have always thought Jack Carson was the ultimate hunk of the old movies, so just take a compliment when I give you one and hush." He laughed, and hugged Jack a little closer there on the couch.

"Careful," Jack teased, "Here you are thinking he was hot, but with his last name he might even have been a relative of yours for all you know."

Brad laughed again, "Not hardly, he was from Canada originally."

After the movie was over, they both got ready for bed. Soon, the lights were off and Jack and Brad were cuddling naked in the dark in each other's arms under the covers of Jack's king-sized bed.

"This feels so amazing," Brad said with a sigh.

"Yes, it sure does," Jack said, "I honestly never thought I'd get to feel this way about anyone again."

"Me neither," Brad admitted.

They started kissing, and soon things heated up. In a matter of minutes, Jack was once again going down on his baby.

"Uh, GOD!" Brad exclaimed, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you had sucked a cock before this week, Officer Jack!"

Jack raised his head off Brad and laughed, "Nope, not guilty as charged, but I'm sure having fun with this one!" With that, he went back to work, causing Brad to moan again.

At Brad's suggestion, Jack then swung himself around, and soon the lovers were enthralled in their first 69 with each other, with Jack humping down into Brad's hot mouth as he bobbed his head up and down on Brad's meaty rod again and again. After a good bit of this, Jack sensed that Brad was getting close, and so was he. But, Jack pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth, and raised his head up off of Brad's throbbing meat. "Something wrong, baby?" Brad then asked.

"Nothing at all," Jack replied with a grin, moving off of Brad. "I just have a better idea about where you can cum, that's all."

TO BE CONTINUED...

*NOTE: The author welcomes positive comments and feedback from other adult gay males. Send emails to bradleyjcarson@gmail.com and I will look forward to hearing from you and responding. I especially want to hear from you if the story causes you to have a good orgasm...or several! Also, if you happen to be a gay man who physically resembles the character of Jack Albertson as he is described in this story and you have pics of yourself that you would like to share with me, I'd really love to see them!

Next: Chapter 7


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