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Charlie Ortega took pride in his job.  He was a cop, but he was not an ordinary cop.  He never checked into any precinct, walked a beat, or suffered through an interminably long stakeout.  For sure, he never wore a uniform.  Charlie’s job was to guard individuals who were about to go into the witness protection program.  As such, he was under cover all the time.

On the rare occasions when he was home, he let his neighbors believe that he was a travelling salesman.  In any case, Charlie was single, so he had very little interaction with his mostly coupled neighbors.  Most of them didn’t pay any attention to him.

Charlie owned a tiny, isolated cottage in The Catskill Mountains.  It was his get-away place, and his favorite hideout to take his “charges.”  However, for safety sake, he also took them to different hotels around the city.  He was determined to avoid any kind of pattern, which would give away his cover, and jeopardize his witnesses.  As soon as the witnesses testified, they were whisked away.  Charlie did not know their new identities or locations, and he preferred it that way.

One day he was assigned to keep a witness under wraps until the trial.  Mario Martinez had seen two brothers beat up a small unprotected lad.  The poor boy did not die at the scene, but he was left brain dead, and eventually his parents pulled the plug.  The incident was categorized as a hate crime, because Mario told the police that the men kept yelling, “Stinking, fucking faggot,” while they beat him up.  He identified the murderers as the Mendez brothers, who were feared and hated by the entire neighborhood.  He had already received a text message telling him that he was a dead man if he testified.  He discontinued service with his carrier, and actually gave up his cell phone.

The police were well acquainted with the brothers.  They had filled up the police blotters with the havoc they had caused, and the city would have liked nothing better than to put them away forever.  A charge of murder with malicious intent was a very good way to start.  The police were determined to protect Mario at all costs.

Mario was a handsome young man of twenty-two.  He was everyone’s definition of a hunk.  Women and gay men would swear to that.  He was very macho and manly, even though he was gay.  Nobody knew that about him, except himself, and in the tough neighborhood he lived in, he intended to keep it that way.  He worked as a gofer at a local Spanish speaking radio station, where he aspired to be a disc jockey one day.

Since he was so closeted, his sex life was obviously very limited.  The few men who were lucky enough to have slept with him could tell you that he was about five inches flaccid, and he erected to at least eight inches.  His cock was a thing of beauty.  It was uncut and very hefty.

Charlie was twenty-nine.  He was hunkier than Mario, and even better hung.  He was also uncut, but unlike Mario, he identified his sexual orientation as totally heterosexual. 

Charlie had not taken his past several witnesses to his mountain retreat, so he decided that he would take Mario there.  The little cottage only had one bedroom, but it had a queen-size bed.  It had never been a problem for two straight men, clad in their underwear, to share the bed.  Unfortunately, Charlie didn’t know that Mario was gay, and sleeping with a hunk like the cop who was protecting him, might be a big problem for Mario.

The trial was one week away, and the prosecution planned on Mario testifying first.  At present, Mario was in police custody in the city, but the time had come to move him to protective custody, and to a place where the Mendez brothers could not find him.  At two in the morning, he was hustled out of bed. He was given a small suitcase with clothes and supplies, and taken outside where Charlie was waiting for him. Charlie was driving a four year old Ford Taurus.  The car belonged to him, but he would be amply reimbursed for its use.  The city did not want him using a city owned vehicle which might be traceable.

Charlie threw Mario’s suit case into the trunk of the car where it joined his own.  The witness barely had time to fasten his seat belt and Charlie was on his way to The George Washington Bridge and upstate New York.

After he caught his breath, Mario asked, “Where are we going?”

“Someplace safe,” Charlie said, and offered no further information.  Charlie was a man of very few words.

“How long will it take us to get there?”

“About two and a half hours.  I know you were rudely yanked out of bed, so why don’t you try to doze for a while,” Charlie suggested thoughtfully.

“I’m not sleepy.  Wouldn’t you rather have someone to talk to?”

“Sleep,” Charlie commanded.  “I don’t talk much.”

“I’ll try,” Mario mumbled, “but I don’t think I can.” 

Two minutes later he was fast asleep, and the next thing he knew the cop was shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up,” Charlie said.  “We’re here.”

He pushed a button under the dashboard, and his trunk flew open.  “You get the suit cases,” he ordered, “while I open the place up, switch on the circuit breakers, and get the furnace going.  It gets fucking cold here at night.”

Mario wanted to say, Don’t worry.  I’ll keep you warm, but he wisely held his tongue.  He was dangerously attracted to his protector.

“Bring the suitcases in here,” Charlie called from the bedroom.  “I’ll hang up what needs to be hung up and put the rest in the dresser.”

Mario stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the room.  He saw that there was only one bed. 

“Where’s the other bedroom?” he asked.

“What you see is what you get.  It’s a pretty big bed.  There’s plenty of room for both of us, and it’s easier for me to watch over you.”

Mario panicked and swore to discipline himself not to touch Charlie.  But what if he did something in his sleep and Charlie wanted to pop him one?  If that happened, he would tell Charlie that he was dreaming that he was fondling his girlfriend.  That should fly.

“There’s nothing in the house to eat,” Charlie said.  “Tomorrow morning, I’ll go into town and buy some groceries and supplies.  You’ll come with me and wait in the car.  I don’t want you out of my sight.”

Mario nodded.  “I understand,” he said. 

“In the meantime, it’s not five o’clock yet,” Charlie noted.  “We need to be well rested to stay alert, so let’s get into bed.”

Charlie placed his gun under his pillow, and Mario shook with fear.  Charlie stripped rapidly until all he had on were his boxers.  He jumped into one side of the bed, and yelled at Mario, “What are you waiting for?  I want to shut the lights.”

Mario looked sheepish.  “I don’t wear any underwear,” he said.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Charlie said.  “Just get into bed, and if you’re too shy and uncomfortable, you can sit up all night in the living room.”

Mario undressed quickly and jumped in on the other side of the bed.  Charlie turned off the lamp on his bedside table.  “G’night.” he said.  “Oh yeah, one more thing, we’re going to be here for a minimum of one week.  Nobody from headquarters will attempt to contact us except in a dire emergency.  It’ll be up to me to contact them if we have a problem.

“I understand,” Mario said.

“No you don’t.  I didn’t finish.  I can’t go that long without sex.  I hate to jerk off on a commode, so I’ll probably do it a few times in bed while we’re here.  You can leave the room, turn away, watch, or join in.  It’s your choice.”

That having been said, he turned away from Mario in an attempt to go to sleep.  If Charlie fulfilled his promise to masturbate with both of them in the same bed, Mario had every intention of joining in.  Perhaps in the heat of passion, he could make a move on Charlie.

Mario might have to pretend he was fondling his girlfriend after all.  In the wee hours of the morning he began to dream that he was in bed with one of his fuck buddies.  He hunkered up to Charlie, and threw an arm over Charlie’s torso.  Fortunately, it did not wander farther south.  His erect cock was rubbing against Charlie’s rear end.

Mario was lucky that Charlie never woke up, but in his sleep, he removed the amorous arm, and pushed Mario over.  Mario retreated to his side of the bed, and they slept until dawn.

Neither man was aware of the “indiscretion.”  When Charlie woke up, he said, “I’m going to take a shower, and you can follow me.  Then we’ll run into town for food and supplies.  When we get back, we’ll have breakfast.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mario said.

He threw the covers off, forgetting he was naked.  It was a natural state for him to be in.  The dear man had a substantial morning woodie, which prompted Charlie to whistle.  But he said nothing and ran to the bathroom to do his necessary things.

That morning, over a breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast, Charlie said, “I gotta admire your guts, Mario, to do what you’re doing.  Tell me about yourself.  We’re going to be very close together, and extremely isolated in the next week or so.  Let’s get to know each other.”

Mario’s pulse speeded up.  This was his opportunity to tell Charlie that he was gay, and that he had the hots for him, but reason prevailed.  He didn’t want to jeopardize his opportunity to sleep in the same bed with his burly protector.

“Not much to tell,” Mario said.  “I work for a Spanish speaking radio station.  I want to be a DJ someday.”

“Not only do I admire your bravery,” Charlie smiled at Mario, “but now I admire your work ethic also.  Growing up in your neighborhood, you could easily have ended up like the Mendez brothers.  Good man, Mario.”

The praise Charlie heaped on him was going to Mario’s head.  He wanted badly to make love to Charlie, and he threw caution to the wind, which prompted him to confess.

“Charlie,” he said.  “I would never have ended up a member of any gang.  You see I’m gay.”

He wanted to tell Charlie how he felt about him, but his sanity returned at last, and he said no more.  As for Charlie, he was stunned.

“I never would have guessed, he stuttered.  “Maybe I won’t jerk off in bed with you in it after all.”

“Please,” Mario said, “I’ll never step out of line.  Do whatever nature prompts you to do.  It’ll be fun to watch.  If I get too aroused, I’ll leave the room, unless of course, you’d like me to give you a blow job.”

Mario finally shut up.   He expected Charlie to sock him in his eye, but Charlie surprised him by saying, “I’ll think about it.  I haven’t had a good blow job in ages. I don’t have much time for women or sex.”

Mario gave Charlie a seductive smile.  “We’ll have plenty of time this week.”

Charlie turned as red as a beet.  He needed to change the subject.  “Let’s clean up from breakfast and watch some TV or play cards or something,” he said.  He stood up quickly, and started to clear the dishes.  Mario helped.

They watched TV for a while, but the daytime TV shows did not interest either of them.

“Do you play gin rummy?” Charlie asked.

Mario nodded, and Charlie went to get a deck of cards.  They played until about 1 PM.

“Are you hungry?” Charlie asked.  “Do you want some lunch?”

Mario shook his head.  “I don’t usually eat such a big breakfast.  I think I’m good until dinner.  What are we having?”

“I bought a couple of steaks and some potatoes.”

“That sounds good to me,” Mario smiled at Charlie.  A meal of steak and potatoes was a better dinner than he ever had at home.

They continued to play cards for a few more hours, and then they began to prepare dinner.  After dinner they watched a couple of cop shows on TV and Charlie smirked at all the inaccuracies he noticed.  Somehow the time passed and both men were getting sleepy.

Mario hesitated to say anything, but finally Charlie said, “I think we should turn in.”

It had gotten quite chilly in the little cottage, so Charlie turned up the thermostat a couple of degrees.

Mario used the bathroom first.  When his evening routines were concluded, he jumped into bed, and Charlie went to the bathroom.  When he returned, he carefully placed his gun under his pillow once again.  Mario watched Charlie get undressed.  His heart was racing and his cock was rising.  He began to sweat profusely, and he was shocked when Charlie removed his boxers and jumped into bed.

“I intend to whack off tonight,” he said to explain his nudity.

Charlie reached over and shut the lamp on his night stand.  Mario was disappointed.  In the darkness, he would see very little of what he wanted to witness to the fullest.  On the other hand, there was nothing wrong with Mario’s hearing.  He heard Charlie’s breath getting shorter and shorter, and when Charlie was near to an explosion, Mario asked.  “Would you like that blow job now?”

Charlie was so close to cumming that all he could say was, “Please, finish me off.”

Mario leaned over.  Charlie’s fist was still wrapped around his cock.  Mario removed it gently and went down on his new roommate.  He used only his tongue and lips.  He was able to delay Charlie’s orgasm twice by stopping his labors.  Finally, Charlie begged for relief, and he unloaded generously down Mario’s gullet.  Mario was able to swallow almost all of it.

Afterward the room was filled with an eerie silence until Charlie said, “Thanks Buddy.  That was great, and I really needed it.  Why don’t you jerk off now, but please don’t expect me to do to you what you did to me.”

“Of course I don’t expect it.  It isn’t necessary anyway.  While I was sucking your cock, I got so worked up, I began to stroke myself, and I came.  I hope you have fresh sheets.  If not, I’ve slept in cum before.”

“I’ve got fresh sheets, but we’ll change them in the morning.”

They were fully satisfied now, and ready to surrender to Morpheus.  They fell asleep quickly, and much closer together than the night before.  They were almost touching.

-2-

Mario woke first.  It was still dark out, and he didn’t want to disturb Charlie.  He thought that they had been pretty intimate the night before, not as intimate as he would have liked, but more than he expected.  He emitted a contented sigh, but he was unable to fall asleep again.

He remained awake and alert so what happened next floored him, and this time he was aware of the entire event.  Charlie rolled over and hunkered up to him.  He had no boxer shorts this time to separate him from Mario’s body.  Charlie’s very hard cock began to rub against Mario’s thigh.  He knew that Charlie was asleep, and that whatever was happening was happening in his dreams.  As much as he would have welcomed an encounter, he put it out of his mind.  He wasn’t about to stop Charlie, however, and he pushed back harder against the cock of his desires.

Mario’s euphoria was short lived.  Not too long after Charlie had hunkered up to him, his protector rolled over, facing the other way, and breaking the contact.  Mario continued to lie still.  He didn’t want to disturb Charlie.  He was hoping that Charlie might roll back against him.

Finally daylight began to wend its way into the small cottage, and Mario got out of bed to relieve himself.  When he hopped back into bed, Charlie was still sleeping.  Suddenly, without warning, Charlie jumped out of bed, peed and ran back to the warmth of the covered bed.

“Shit it’s cold in here,” he said.  “It’s getting colder every night.  I’ll have to remember to turn up the thermostat even higher every night before we go to bed.”

‘I know a better way to warm you up,” Mario said.

“I know, and I’d appreciate another blow job later.”

“I had something else in mind.  How’d you like to fuck me?”

“You mean in the ass?” Charlie asked.  “I’ve always wanted to do that, but I thought it would be with a woman.  Are you sure you want to do that?”

“I’m positive.  Let’s shower together.  I’ll clean out my ass hole really good, and smell sweet for you in bed.”

Charlie jumped out of bed.  He was really turned on.  He would never touch Mario, but Mario had no trouble soaping up Charlie’s body, including his ass hole, cock, and balls.  When Mario was sure that Charlie was squeaky clean, he fell to his knees and started to rim his new friend. Charlie was more than shocked.  Nobody had ever done that to him before.  It was a new sensation, and he began to moan in ecstasy.  All he could say was, “Geez.”

Mario pulled Charlie out of the shower and dried him off.  When he himself was dry, he led Charlie to their bed.  Suddenly, Charlie stopped in his tracks.  “I have no condoms here,” he said.

“I swear I’m healthy,” Mario said.  “You don’t have to be afraid.  What about something to use as a lubricant?”  Charlie believed Mario.  He was too decent a human being to lie to him. 

“I’ve got lube.  I use it to jack off.  I used it last night.  It’s in the top drawer of my dresser.”  It had been too dark the night before for Mario to have noticed.

“Take it out, please,” Mario said politely. 

While Charlie was getting out the lube, Mario laid down in bed.  He was perfectly flat on his back.  He slid to the end of the bed, and placed a pillow under his butt.

“Give me the lube.  I’ll grease my ass,” Mario said.

Charlie shocked him by saying, “I’ll do that for you.”

“Coat your cock with the lube first and then lube me,” Mario advised.  “Then enter me as slowly as you can.  You’re so big.”

Mario raised his legs into the air, and exposed his nearly sterile ass.  For a moment Charlie considered rimming Mario as Mario had done to him, but he decided against it.  Charlie prepared both of them, and then he lined himself up to begin his entry.  As soon as he was in position, Mario wrapped his legs around him, and Charlie started his entry.  Mario’s legs were urging Charlie deeper and deeper into him.

Charlie penetrated a centimeter at a time, and Mario’s pain was minimal.  When he was all the way in, Charlie murmured, “Oh my God.”

“Try not move for a while.  Enjoy the moment,” Mario suggested.

That was easier said than done.  Involuntarily, Charlie began to stroke, trying not to fall out.  Mario had no choice but to thrust up when Charlie pushed down.  For his part, Charlie tried to stroke as slowly as he could, so he wouldn’t cum too soon.  He didn’t realize it, but his big cock was massaging Mario’s prostate, causing Mario to moan in pleasure.  He told Charlie how good he was making him feel.  Charlie was surprised that Mario was in the throes of passion.  He assumed that only the guy doing the fucking would feel the orgasmic joy.

Suddenly, Mario yelled. “I’m cumming,” and Charlie could feel Mario’s cum swishing between them.  When he came, Mario’s ass started to constrict in rhythm with his spurts.  Between the feel of his massaged prostate, and the feel of Charlie’s cum squirting inside of him., Mario started to cry in exquisite joy.

Charlie wanted to ask him how come he came without any stimulation, but when Mario began to cry, he asked instead, “Why are you crying?  Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not.  I’m crying for the amount of pleasure you gave me.”

“I’m confused,” Charlie admitted.  “I thought the pleasure would be all mine.”

“Just stay inside of me as long as you can, and I’ll explain it to you later.”

When eventually Charlie vacated Mario, they took the time to clean up.  When they were wiped clean Charlie said, “Come on.  I’ll make us a cup of coffee with the donuts I bought in town yesterday morning.”

-3-

They sat naked in the kitchen, sipping coffee.  They didn’t speak, but they kept smiling at each other.

Finally, Charlie said, “Okay, tell me how you were able to come without either of us touching your cock.”

Mario explained that because Charlie’s cock was oversized, it easily massaged his prostate gland.  “When the prostate is stimulated it can produce an orgasm,” he taught Charlie.

“No shit.  I never knew.”

“Yeah, God was good to us gay guys.  He placed a sex organ in our asses.”

Mario broke out laughing so Charlie joined him.  Suddenly Charlie stopped laughing.  “I gotta say something I never thought I’d say in a zillion years.  I’d like to experience that also.  You’re very well hung.  Do you think you could fuck me tonight, and massage my prostate?”

“Why tonight?  We have all day.  We ain’t going nowhere.”

“That would make me very happy.  It’s a deal, but give me two or three hours to recuperate.”

“Wuss,” Charlie smiled at Mario, “I’m already recovered.  Look.”  He pointed to his very hard, very huge cock.

Three hours later, as Mario was entering Charlie’s ass, he warned him that it would hurt initially, but that the pain would end rapidly. 

“When I rub against your prostate, you’ll know true sexual ecstasy,” Mario promised.

“Show me,” Charlie murmured, as he felt the first pangs of pain that Mario had warned him about.

Fortunately, Mario hit pay dirt early on.  He was massaging Charlie’s prostate, and the big, burly, macho, cop began to whimper like a baby.  The two men screamed together, “I’m cumming.”

When Mario fell out of Charlie’s ass, he lay side by side with his lover, and began to sob loudly.

“What’s wrong, Mario?”

“You, you’re what’s wrong.  I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you, but when you bring me back for the trial, you’ll return to your old life,  I’ll be sent off somewhere, and I’ll never see you again.

Mario expected Charlie to say something like, “tough shit,” but he didn’t.  He put his arms around Mario, and rubbed his back gently in a vain attempt to stop his crying.

They didn’t make love (or have sex, as Charlie thought of it) anymore that day, but they did go to bed that night hunkered up together.  Mario nestled in Charlie’s strong arms.  He felt safe and protected, which was an alien feeling for him.  He fell asleep peacefully for the first time since he was a child.

His peace was shattered during the night by the sound of gunfire right against his ear.  Suddenly, Charlie pushed him off the bed.

“Be quiet,” Charlie said.  “There’s got to be another one outside in a car.”

He went out the back door, and approached the car from the rear.  There had been multiple gunshots, so the driver assumed that his accomplice had dispatched the witness and probably the cop.  He wasn’t prepared for the gun to his head.  Charlie brought him into the house and he and Mario tied him up.  Of course, the perps were the Mendez brothers.  In an act of supreme sarcasm, Charlie sat the getaway driver down next to his brother’s corpse.  The corpse was still gripping the pistol he never got a chance to use.  Charlie left it there to prove self-defense.

Charlie started to laugh.  “What’s so funny?” Mario asked.

“We’re both naked.  We’d better get dressed before I call the local police.”

After they dressed, and while waiting for the police, Mario asked, “How did you know?”

“The Mendez brothers were wise guys, but smart and subtle they were not.  When I picked you up from protective custody, and we headed upstate, I became aware that we were being followed.  The brothers were out on bail, so I was certain it was them.  Who else had a reason?  As soon as I could, I placed the gun under my pillow. It was loaded and the safety was unlocked.  I know every squeak in every floorboard in this house.  I stayed alert listening for the inevitable.”

“Even while asleep?  Even while making love?” Mario asked.

“Don’t be so amazed.  I’m a trained professional.”

“Why do you think that they didn’t act the first two nights we were here?  Why did they wait until the third night?”

“Who knows?  Perhaps to be seen in the neighborhood to establish an alibi; perhaps to formulate a plan of attack.  Maybe they thought we’d be less alert after we had settled in and began to feel safe.”  Charlie smiled.  “They were wrong again.  I intended to get more alert every night.  After all I knew we had been followed.”

“What happens now?”

“Well you can’t prosecute a corpse, but El Schmucko here will go to trial.  I’ll testify against him for attempted murder, and it will be obvious that the attempt to kill you, and maybe me, was an admission of guilt for the original hate crime.  You don’t have to be afraid to testify.  The Mendez brothers are universally hated by everyone in your neighborhood.  They have no friends.  You might even get a medal.”

“I meant what happens next to us.  I told you; I love you.  I can’t turn that off like a faucet.”

“Well, Mario (Charlie wanted to say Babe, but he wasn’t there yet), my cover is blown, especially after I testify, so I guess I’ll be transferred back to the regular force, and I’ll be home a lot more now.”

“That settles your future, but what happens to me?” Mario asked, totally in the dark.

“Well, you seem to need more protection than anyone I know.  I guess you’ll have to move in with me so I can watch over you, and keep you safe.”

It took Mario a second for that last statement to sink in.  When it did, he started to cry.  He grabbed Charlie, and right in front of the tied up murderer, they began to kiss passionately.  It was their first kiss.

Charlie heard the prisoner mutter “faggots” under his breath.  He rewarded him with a blow across his face.

When they got home, and things settled down, Charlie pondered for hours wondering how he could have fallen in love with a man.  He enjoyed the sex more than anything he had ever experienced before, but he didn’t understand falling in love with Mario.  In the end, he didn’t give a damn about sexual orientation.  He just knew that he could not live without Mario. 

Of course, there were no answers to his dilemma, and in due time, he just accepted his situation and stopped wondering why or how.