“You’ve got a nice dick for a dick.” he said, amused by his own wordplay.

I wasn’t amused by it. I wanted the young man to quit stalling and to properly show me his appreciation.

After hesitating for a moment, Billy finally leaned forward. His breath warmed the swollen purple head of my cock, and he wrapped his lips around it. His teeth caught behind the thick ridge of my glans and he spanked my cock head with his tongue, licking away drops of pre-come..

By Michael Bracken

(Freshmen.June.2009.)

I pressed the business end of my .38 into the sweet spot behind Joe Mulligan’s left earlobe and cocked the trigger. “Raise your fist again and I’ll squeeze.”

Mulligan’s an ex-cop built like a boxer, with bulging biceps and ham sized fists, and he’d been pounding on a thin young man in the alley behind Chartreuse. Mulligan loosened his fingers and lowered his hands to his sides.

“Get in the car,” I told the bloody young blond collapsed against the brick wall. “Move it!”

He stumbled to my Taurus and crawled into the passenger seat. After shoving my revolver into my shoulder rig, I joined him in the car and pulled away. I only glanced in the rearview minor once, but Mulligan had disap­peared by then.

Six blocks closer to my office, the blond said, “Thanks.”

Without looking at him, I asked, “You got a name?”

“William,” he said. “Bill. Billy. Whatever you want to call me is fine.”

“What’d you do to piss off Mulligan?”

“Told him he had a nice ass.”

I glanced across the darkness of the car. “That would do it.”

Billy folded ha arms across his thin chest and slumped against the passenger door. “Figures I’d try to pick up a Neanderthal with self image issues.”

My dick stirred in my pants. I did my best to ignore it. “You always hit on older men?”

“Not always,” Billy said.

“You need to be careful,” I told him. “Guys like Mulligan go looking for sweet little things like you. That’s how they get their rocks off.”

“What about you?” Billy asked. “How do you get your rocks off?”

I ignored the question, signaled for a left turn, and soon had my Taurus parked in the garage next to the build­ing housing my office. “If you want to clean up, you can use the washroom in my office.”

I’d parked near a security floodlight and the inside of the Taurus was lit up like an air­port runway. Billy examined me for a moment, his gaze traveling across my crew cut hair, pug nose, and thick jaw. He must have liked what he saw, because he opened the car door and slid out.

I’d had the chance to exam­ine him as well: Naturally thin and wearing tight fitting clothes that accentuated his figure, Billy was clearly a lover and not a fighter. He had alabaster skin, emerald green eyes, and finger long blond hair matted with blood, His wounds were superficial, but even small scalp abrasions bleed like a geyser. Guys like Mulligan knew that; guys like Billy didn’t.

We walked around the build­ing, through the lobby, past a secu­rity guard asleep at his station, to the elevators. We rode 16 flights to my office suite, and Billy stifled a laugh when he saw the company name etched in gold leaf on the glass door: DANIEL DAQVIC - PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS

“You’re a dick?”

“Private investigator,” I corrected.

After unlocking the door and flip­ping on the lights, I led Billy Inside. I’d done well for myself after taking early retirement from the police force, and my firm had grown to include a receptionist and two other investigators. I’d even had the place professionally dec­orated so that my well heeled clients felt comfortable visiting my offices.

“My office is back here.”

I’d taken the corner office for myself because it offered a panoramic view of downtown. The furnishings included a large oak desk, a leather couch, and a pair of chairs. The decorator I’d hired had kept the decor tasteful and mini­mal. I heard Billy’s breath catch as I led him into my office.

He circumnavigated the room, exam­ining the paintings, the ceramic figurines, and the view. Then he turned his attention to my desk.

The broad expanse of oak was empty save for my appointment book, a couple of pens, and a picture of my sister with her two children. Billy care­fully examined the photograph. “You married?” I shrugged.

“So why were you at Chartreuse?”

“Coincidence,” I lied. “I was working a divorce case three blocks over and was on my way back to the office when I saw you walk into the alley with Mulligan. I knew that couldn’t be a good thing.”

Billy considered my answer for a moment and then excused him­self to use the shower in my washroom. While my guest cleaned him­self up I keyed a switch under my desk and then splashed three fingers of Scotch into a pair of tum­blers. I emptied mine in a single gulp.

A few minutes later Billy stepped out wear­ing my thick, white terry cloth bathrobe. He’d finger combed his wet hair and obviously spritzed himself with my cologne.

I reached over and handed him a tumbler.

Billy sipped the scotch cautiously, smiled, and then sipped again. “You have good taste.”

We stood so close I could feel the heat radi­ating from his young body. I lifted my free hand and brushed a damp lock of hair behind his ear. “I hope so.”

Billy stared into my eyes without blinking. His voice was barely a whisper when he said, “I haven’t properly thanked you for com­ing to my rescue.”

My fingers were still entwined in his hair, and I held the back of his head as 1 leaned forward to cover his mouth with mine. When his lips parted I thrust my tongue between them and tasted toothpaste and scotch. My cock began to swell with desire.

When our kiss ended, I loosened the sash and Billy’s robe fell open, reveal­ing his smooth chest, tight abdomen, and the neatly trimmed blond nest cradling his flaccid cock and heavy ball sac.

Billy shook the robe off of his shoul­ders and it slid down his arms, pool­ing at his feet. He grasped my pack­age through the thin material of my pants. “What about your wife?”

I turned the photograph of my sister face down on my desk. “She won’t see a thing.”

Billy placed his unfinished tumbler of Scotch next to the photograph and then dropped to his knees in front of me. By the time Billy had my pants unzipped and his hand inside my shorts, my cock was rock hard. He freed it from the confines of my boxers and glanced up at me.

“You’ve got a nice dick for a dick.” he said, amused by his own wordplay.

I wasn’t amused by it. I wanted the young man to quit stalling and to properly show me his appreciation.

After hesitating for a moment, Billy finally leaned forward. His breath warmed the swollen purple head of my cock, and he wrapped his lips around it. His teeth caught behind the thick ridge of my glans and he spanked my cock head with his tongue, licking away drops of pre-come. A moment later he pushed forward, taking a third of my cock into his mouth before pulling back. He did it a second time, and then a third. Each time Billy pushed his face for­ward, another inch of my cock disap­peared into his mouth.

Then he reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my hips for­ward as he pressed his face into my crotch. My entire length disappeared into the young man’s oral cavity as I gasped with surprise. Few men can take me all the way without gagging.

I wrapped my hands around the back of Billy’s head, not particularly concerned if I aggravated the abra­sions he’d suffered earlier, and snaked my fingers through his hair. I pulled my hips back and pushed forward, face fucking the young blond until 1 couldn’t hold back any longer.

I came, firing thick gobs of hot spunk against the back of Billy’s throat. He quickly swallowed every drop, and then he licked my cock clean and stuffed it in my pants.

When he finished, Billy sat back on his heels and looked up at me. My zipper had scratched his chin and my belt buckle had scraped his fore­head, but I don’t think he realized it. I helped him to his feet.

While I peeled off my jacket and unfastened my shoulder rig, drap­ing them over one of the chairs, Billy finished the last of his Scotch. He watched attentively as I slipped out of the rest of my clothes and then fished through my desk drawer for a lubricat­ed condom. When I found one I tossed the square foil package on the desk.

Billy picked up the condom and tore it open with his teeth while I walked around the desk.

We kissed and I tasted Scotch, come, and condom lubrication on Billy’s lips. By then my cock had grown hard again, and so had Billy’s. His cock was smaller than mine and, while mine pointed almost straight ahead when it was fully erect, his curved upward. He slipped the condom over my rigid rod and then turned and bent forward over my desk, facing the windows.

I reached between his creamy ala­baster thighs and fondled his heavy nut sac, rolling his nuts between my fingers and massaging them roughly. He moaned with pleasure and squirmed against the desktop. While I played with his ball sac I used my thumb to stroke the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole.

When he moaned even louder, I knew he was ready. I grabbed Billy’s slender hips and slipped my cock between the cleft of his ass cheeks.

“Don’t tease me,” Billy whispered hoarsely. “Take me now!”

I pulled back, positioned the head of my cock against the tight pucker of Billy’s ass, and entered him, slowly but surely, until the full length of my cock was buried in his ass.

He was tight, almost virginal and I held on firmly as I took him. We went at it hard and fast, my heavy balls slapping against his skin in time with my powerful thrusts.

I watched our translucent reflection in my office window. Beyond the glass the lights of the city spread out below us. Billy wasn’t the first young man I’d had spread over my desk and he wouldn’t be the last, but the intense look of pleasure on his face made rescuing him earlier that evening that much sweeter.

When I realized Billy’s emerald green eyes were open, 1 wondered if he was watching our reflection or enjoying the sight of the city at night. But I didn’t ask. My breath quickened and I pumped harder and faster. Soon I exploded into the condom.

I was breathless when 1 stepped back, freeing my cock from Billy’s ass. Billy straightened and turned, and 1 could see that he had ejaculated onto my desk, leaving the highly polished oak covered with his spunk.

After I caught my breath I found another condom and we fucked again, this time on the couch, and then we showered together.

Afterward, I phoned for a cab and then escorted Billy downstairs past the still sleeping guard. The cab was waiting outside, and I opened the cab door for Billy. He turned and asked, “Will I ever see you again?”

“Not likely,” I told him. “but I’ll prob­ably see you again soon.”

Billy hesitated a moment, but I didn’t elaborate. After he slipped into the taxi 1 reached across the back seat and handed the driver a pair of $20s. “Take the kid where he wants to go.”

Half an hour later, I pushed open my bedroom door and found Mulligan waiting, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose and a paperback open in his lap. He looked up. ‘How was he?”

“Perfect.” I smiled. “They’re always so grateful to be rescued.”

Mulligan closed his book and placed it on the nightstand. His glasses fol­lowed a moment later. Then he flipped back the covers and patted the bed beside him. “Come and tell me all about it.”

“Even better,” I said, tossing a video cassette onto the bed with a grin. “I’ll show you.”