Arrested by Love
By: Jeremy Michaels
(© 2022 by the author)

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Jason Mathews is standing in front of the bay window watching the young teen across the street as he shovels the last of the snow from his neighbor’s driveway. The teen looks up, his eyes smile brightly and he gives Jason a quick nod with his head. All that Jason can see of the teen is his eyes and nose. Everything else is hidden by the thin scarf that he has wrapped around his neck and lower face. But what Jason can see is how muscular his legs and round ass is in those thread bare jeans that he’s wearing.

Last night over twelve inches of snow fell on Amherst, Massachusetts. It was the first major snow storm of the season and made the Christmas lights look especially festive. He had the next three days off from his job as a police officer for the town of Amherst. He should really get out there and tackle his driveway before it turns into a frozen concoction that even a plow would have a hard time removing. He pulls on one of his snowmobile suits, his boots, hat and gloves before he deems himself ready to take on the cold and snow.

He opens his garage door and is about to fire up his snowblower when a voice calls out to him. 

“I’ll do your driveway and walkway for ten dollars sir.” Jason looks up to see the smiling teen looking hopefully at him. 

“I will make a deal with you ah …”

“Oh sorry, I’m Marc Andrews at your service,” he says whipping off his right glove and extending his hand to Jason.

“Jason Mathews,” he grasps the teens hand and gets as well as receives a firm handshake. “I have this brand new snowblower that I have yet to use. How about you use it to do my driveway and I’ll still pay you.”

“It’s a deal Jay,” he says and Jason smiles because no one has called him Jay since his mother died, it was her pet name for him.

“When you’re done put it back in the corner and come on in,” he instructs the boy.

“Back inside, Jason quickly removes his outer gear and sets to making hot chocolate like his mother had taught him. He slowly melts the semi-sweet chocolate and then adds the light cream. He added a splash of vanilla extract to the mixture and stood there slowly stirring the sweet concoction. “Never let it come to a boil son,” his mother would always tell him. Just when he saw that the liquid was beginning to rise, he removed from the heat and gave a final stir.

“Hey Jay, is it alright if I remove my snow covered things?” Marc calls out from the mud room.

“That’s fine and while you are at it, toss your clothes in the dryer and grab the robe hanging on the hook to cover up with. I made us some hot chocolate so come in the kitchen when you are done. 

Jason had just finished pouring the hot chocolate into the mugs and added mini marshmallows when Marc, wearing the robe entered the kitchen. The belt was barely tied around him holding the robe closed. Jason could see the teens hairless chest but firm rounded pecs and two nipples standing tall and hard from the cold. His legs had a light dusting of brown hair and were definitely muscular. His hair was also brown, long to his shoulders and his lips were plump and pink. Jason’s eyes move to the teens plaid boxers and he sees that the teen’s cock is semi hard and pushing against the fabric. He swallows hard, this teen is more man than boy.

 “I’m freezing,” Marc says breaking the spell and Jason can see that the teen is shivering.

“Come with me Marc,” he leads the boy through his living room and upstairs to his master bathroom. 

“Oh my gosh, are those really you, Jay?” Marc asks entering the bedroom and seeing a picture of Jason on the bureau.

“Unfortunately it’s me a few years ago. I was twenty years old and it’s something that I let a friend of mine talk me into posing for. It was my first year on the job and they were putting together a calendar to raise money for the local teen outreach center. I was the month of May.”

“You are totally hot and were you really naked beneath that shirt?”

 “I was not only naked but my cock decided that it wanted to rise for the picture. That’s why I’m holding it against me.”

“Who’s that guy because he looks familiar to me?

“That man is my best friend Frank and the head of child protective services. Now let’s get you in the shower and warmed up,” Jason says urging Marc onward into the bathroom.

“Holy fuck, will you look at the size of that shower,” he shouts and then covers his mouth briefly. “I’m sorry for cursing Jay.”

“Don’t worry about it because it is one big fucking shower,” he says and they both laugh.

The shower is eight feet square with three wall mounted shower heads and one rain shower unit mounted on the ceiling. It’s completely computerized and can even be a steam room. There’s a long teakwood bench for relaxing when using the steam feature.

“This is so cool Jay,” he says and drops his robe leaving himself totally naked before Jason’s eyes.

The teen certainly had a man’s body. His abs were well defined and he had that perfect ‘V’ that lead Jason’s eyes to his beautiful cut seven inch cock. When he turned to step into the shower, Jason got the perfect view of his hard, round ass.

“Enjoy the shower,” Jason says after he sets the controls for the shower. “It will turn itself off once you step out of the shower.”

He leaves the room and hurries back to the kitchen. He checks the dryer to see if Marc’s clothes are drying and finally sits down at the kitchen table. His mind is racing because he can’t get the image of Marc’s naked body out of his mind. He finishes his hot chocolate and gets up when the dryer sounds it’s signal that the load is dried. He’s just finishing up folding Marc’s clothes when a warm set of arms surround him from behind.

“I feel like a new person again thanks to that awesome shower,” Marc whispers against his neck.

He can feel the teens cock, it’s hard and tucked tightly against his ass. He gulps a few times before turning around. He thought that Marc would step back when he turned around but instead he kept his arms wrapped firmly around Jason’s waist. Now both of their cocks are hard and pressing against each other. Jason glances down, the teen is totally naked and when he looks up and their eyes meet, Marc leans in to kiss Jason. It’s a slight brush of their lips but it’s just enough for Jason to pull Marc tighter to him. He kisses the teen, feeding a hunger that he’s long let lay dormant and Marc offers him his mouth. He parts his plump pink lips and Jason’s tongue enters tentatively into its warmth. Jason can’t decide who moaned first or loudest as they each give and take from each other.

“I shouldn’t be doing this with you, Marc. I’m a police officer and I could go to prison for many years because you’re a minor.”

“I’m sixteen and I’m legally of the age in this state to have sex with whoever I choose.”

“That may be true for your age group, handsome. But I’m twenty-two and I’m definitely not in your age group so I would still be considered a pedophile.”

“I would never tell anyone about what we might do together Jay and I’m very sure that you wouldn’t either.”

Jason stares long and hard at the teen and when he’s just about ready to give in, his doorbell rings, breaking the erotic spell woven between them.

“Get dressed while I see who is at the door,” he says and hurries from the mud room, closing the door behind him. 

He looks through the peep hole and sees a very unkempt man standing at his front door.

“Can I help you mister,” Jason asks sternly.

“Where’s my boy, the old broad across the street said that he came over here after he finished shoveling her driveway,” he snaps.

Even a few feet apart, Jason can smell the booze on the man. His clothes are dirty and he smells of sweat and cigarettes. Jason gives his face and hair a quick glance and he can tell that the man hasn’t showered in days.

“I’m sorry but who are you,” Jason inquires.

“I’m Paul Taylor, his foster dad. Now I’m fucking freezing my cahoonas off so either send him out or let me in,” he demands and starts aggressively forward.

“First off, this is my house and unless I invite you in, which I’m not about to do,  you can either leave or I will forcibly remove you.”

“Yeah, you and who’s army motherfucker?” 

“I don’t need an army because I am the army,” he says whipping out his police badge from his back pocket and shoving it into Paul’s face. “Now get off my property before I arrest you for trespassing. Besides, your BOY isn’t here. He left after he finished my driveway.”

“How much did you pay him because I’m not going to be cheated out of what he owes me?”

“What I paid him is between him and me. Now you have exactly ten seconds to get off my property or…” the man turns and hurries away as fast as his shoes allows him.

“Thank you Jay for protecting me from him,” Marc says, now fully dressed and about to cry.

“We need to have a man to man talk son and I’m not talking about sex.”

They take a seat side by side on the sofa and Jason turns so that he’s facing Marc and Marc does the same. “I want to know exactly what goes on at that man’s house. I’m giving you my full respect and trust here son, so please be open and honest with me.”

“I have been a ward of the state ever since my parents died when I was ten. At first I had a great couple that became my foster parents until I was about fourteen. The man, Henry Brown died and his wife, Edith, who wasn’t in the best of health, went to live with her daughter in North Carolina. The state placed me with Paul and Evelyn Taylor. She was sweet but his abuse finally caused her to leave him. Well from that time on my life was hell. I had to clean the house and cook for him. Then he started drinking more then he usually did and that’s when … he started using me for sex. At first I resisted him but he would beat me up so badly that I could barely breathe or move. I figured that it was safer for me to just let him have his way and spare myself the beatings.”

“I remember Henry and Edith, they were a very loving couple. They fostered kids for years after there daughter Jeannine grew up and married. Now this guy, does your case worker know about your circumstances? Because he or she will be able to help you.”

“Yeah right! My case worker is Paul’s best friend and drinking buddy. Whenever he’s at Paul’s house they take turns fucking me.”

“What’s his name son, your caseworker?”

“James Calhoun, why?”

“I’m very good friends with the director of child services. I’m sure that once I, we tell him what Paul and James have been doing to you …. I’m sure that you can fill in the rest.”

“Oh yeah, I’m shoved off to some other family that wants the money and not me,” he says and starts to stand.

“I for sure don’t need the money and I would definitely want you. I’m not saying that I want you for sex but I want you because you deserve to be happy and have a life free of abuse.”

“You would really take me as your foster son?”

“No Marc, I would take you for my future husband if you will have me. I know that we are just met and that we are getting to hopefully know each other. We would have to wait until you are eighteen before we can get married. I have never been a man that believed in love at first sight. But with you Marc, there’s this connection that I feel between us and I’m wondering if you have felt it too?”

“I did and I’ll be honest with you Jay, it scared the fuck out of me at first. When I saw you in your garage earlier it was like you were a magnet and I was this piece of iron being drawn to you. I have never felt that before, not with my peers at school, although most of them treat me like trash. But when you brought me inside and you didn’t take advantage of me even when I was naked upstairs in the shower, I knew that I had found my special someone that mom told me I would. I will have you for as long as you want me Jay,” he says and leans forward, pressing his mouth to Jason’s mouth.

Their kiss is sweet, tender and filled with hope for a future together. “I need to make a call before we do anything else beyond kissing.”

Jason pulls out his cellphone and searches for his friends private number. When he locates the number he hits the call button and gives Marc his best smile.

“Frank, Jason here. I am wondering if you have any time free today. An emergency came up and I’m afraid that it concerns your agency, more so one of your caseworkers.”

“I really have nothing pressing at the moment. Do you want to come down to my office or shall I come to you?”

“How about I come to you and can we talk somewhere private and away from prying eyes and ears?”

“I tell you what, this place is hopping with people today. Give me an hour and I’ll be at your house.”

“Sounds good buddy and I’ll have the coffee hot and ready.” Jason gives Marc a warm smile before he speaks. “That’s my friend Frank Renoldi, the director of child services and he’s coming here in about an hour. I’m going to have you tell him exactly what you told me about Paul and James. I’m also going upstairs now and change into my uniform because I need to be acting in my official position as a police officer. So you relax here and I’ll be right back.”

Jason hurries upstairs and strips naked as he gathers his uniform from the closet. When he steps back into the bedroom he sees Marc standing in the doorway looking at his naked body.
 

“I like that pose. You look like one of the those Greek god statues in the museum posing naked like that .”

“I thought that I told you to wait downstairs Marc?”

“You did but I couldn’t pass up seeing what my man looks like naked. I mean, you have seen me naked so I should have the same right as you,” he says walking slowly towards Jason as he spoke. “Mmmm, what is this hard … nine or maybe ten inches, handsome?”

“I’m nine soft which I am currently …”

“Well let me see what size you are hard,” Marc says as he drops to his knees and engulfs Jason’s cock fully into his hot, moist mouth.

Jason tosses his head back and groans as Marc works sexual magic with his mouth on his cock. Jason’s fingers weave through the richness of the teens silky hair and he grasps his head firmly as Marc fucks his own face with Jason’s rod. Just when Jason thinks that it can’t get any better then this, Marc thrusts his finger into Jason’s ass.

“Oh yeah sweetheart … find that spot … right there, yeah just like that and I’ll come,” he instructs. 

Marc is no novice when it comes to sucking a cock. He deep throats the steel, hard rod, squeezing the swollen dick with his throat. Marc thrusts a second and third finger into Jason’s ass as he massages his prostate.

“I’m coming son,” Jason howls and Marc takes his cock so deep that Jason’s balls are snug against Marc’s chin.

Jason blasts his first three shots directly down Marc’s throat before Marc eases back to capture the rest in his mouth. Jason is spent and gasping for normal breathing when Marc stands. He turns Jason around, pushes him down on the bed and using the officer’s own seed as lube, he eases his teen cock into Jason’s ass. Once his balls are tightly pressed against Jason’s ass, he waits for Jason to get used to his cock being in him.

“I’m no virgin stud and this definitely isn’t my first rodeo so ride me cowboy,” Jason thrusts up taking another inch or so deeper into his ass. 

Marc’s hands are grabbing a tight grip on Jason’s hips as he aggressively begins to fuck his man. Jason is giving as much as he is getting and together their bodies move as one well oiled machine.

“I’m close Jay … do I shoot in your ass or on it? I’m safe because I just got my test results yesterday,” he asks and Jason is overwhelmed by the boy’s consideration for his safety.

“Breed your stallion cowboy and fill me with your seed.” Marc gives Jason’s ass two more hard, deep thrusts and holds his cock still as he shoots his teen spunk. 

After shooting three more shots Marc begins to pound Jason’s ass until he’s spent. “That’s the best fuck that I have ever given, but then that’s my first fuck that I have given. Thank you Jay, thanks for not rejecting me when I took your ass. I promise that from now on I’ll be the best bottom that you will ever have.”

“If we had more time we would be discussing this matter further. But just for now, you WILL top me as often as you want just like I will top you likewise. Now we have merely moments before Frank arrives and we need to clean up and dress.”

They had just made it downstairs when the doorbell rings. Jason sends Marc off to make a pot of coffee while he answers the door.

“Hello Frank and thank you for coming over at such a short notice.”

“Don’t mention it, Jason. I knew that what you wanted to discuss with me must be important because your voice sounded painfully demanding,” he says as Marc walks into the room. “I know you, you’re that boy that once lived with Henry Brown and his wife, Edith. I really hated losing them as foster parents. If my memory serves me right weren’t you placed me with Paul and Evelyn Taylor?”

“I was sir. Mrs. Taylor deserted us a few years ago because of Mr. Taylor’s drinking and physical abuse.”

“Why wasn’t I notified about that,” he says to the guys but it’s directed more at himself.

“Probably because Marc’s caseworker, James Calhoun wanted to keep it a secret,” and over the next hour and a pot of coffee, Marc and Jason tell Frank everything that the teen has been enduring.

“I’m sorry, so very sorry that you had to suffer such abuse from the very people that are supposed to be protecting you. I take that the phone calls that you made are for arrest warrants, Jason?”

“They are and from what I’ve been told both men are on their way to my house as we speak. I have asked my captain to have his officers stand back so that I can get them both together.”

Jason was no longer in his uniform but in civilian clothes. He had Frank hiding in the kitchen out of sight but in hearing range. Marc sat nervously on the sofa but out of sight of anyone at the front door. They were going over what they were going to be doing when the doorbell rings. With everyone in place, Jason casually walks to the front door and opens it.

“Oh it’s you again and I see that you brought what you consider to be an army,” Jason says snidely, directing his talk at Paul.

“I demand that you hand over my boy because this man is his caseworker and he demands it to,” Paul angrily says.

“Calm down Paul, there’s no need to be acting like that,” James says. “May we come in sir and discuss this like gentlemen?”

Jason steps back and lets them enter the house and as soon as Paul sees Marc he lunges forward. Jason grabs him by the collar of his coat and pulls him violently backwards. Paul loses his footing and lands on his ass.

“I’m going to sue you, you bastard,” he yells from the floor.

“I doubt that you’ll be able to do much of anything by the time that we are done here. Now stay put because it you get up I’ll just have to knock you back down. Now you James, what is your purpose here,” and the man is surprised that Jason knows his name.

“I’m Marc’s caseworker and I’m here to secure him back to Mr. Taylor’s care.”

“Care, is that what we are calling physical and sexual abuse these days?”

“I’m not following you sir. Who said that the boy has been physically or sexually abused? Certainly you aren’t taking the word of a runaway teen over a fine, law abiding man like Mr. Taylor?”

“You call that man a fine, law abiding citizen, give me a break. He not only beat this boy into submission so that he could have his way sexually with him but he passed him off to his friends to use sexually. But then you would know about that because you have been fucking the boy to keep your mouth shut that Mrs. Taylor left them several years ago.”

“I … I knew nothing of the sort. I’m just as innocent about what has been going on as you are sir.”

“Oh no you don’t you fucking cutthroat. If I’m going down for this you and the others are as well,” Paul says getting up. “Now lets be gentlemen about this. I’m sure that we can work out some kind of arrangement where we can all have a piece of that boy’s ass and no one gets hurt.”

“Marc gets hurt and if you think that I would aggressively take out my sexual needs on this boy and against his will you are greatly mistaken,” he walks over to the window and raises the blind, signaling his coworkers that they can make their arrests.

“I can assure you sir that both the kid and Mr. Taylor are lying,” a worried Gary says inching backwards towards the door.

“I wouldn’t take another step Gary,” Frank says stepping from the kitchen and coming up directly behind Gary. “While I was in the kitchen I had my assistant review your cases and guess what Gary, so far three boys and a girl have come forward confessing about sexual and physical abuse by not only their foster fathers but by you also.”

The front door flies open and in comes the captain along with three other police officers. They quickly cuff both men as Jason removes the listening device that he had hidden in his shirt.

“Thanks to you and your quick thinking Officer Mathews, we have enough evidence to put these two away for quite a few years,” Jason’s captain says shaking his hand. “When your days off are up, come see me about that detective position that you applied for. What you showed me today warrants the promotion son,” he says smiling.

“Thank you dad … I mean captain.”

Everyone left leaving just Jason, Frank and Marc sitting together around the kitchen table having a coffee. 

“Frank, I know that you will have to find another …”

“Just sign this here and here and again here,” he tells Jason who signs his name where he was told to.

“What did I just sign Frank?”

“You are now Marc’s legal guardian until he turns eighteen. I see how you two look at each other. That’s love Jason and Marc and it’s the same way that I look at Jeremiah each moment that we are together. We will definitely have to introduce them to each other. By the way Marc, are you here in this relationship because you want to be and not have to be?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely in it for the forever and a day factor sir. I’m sure that your Jeremiah feels about you as I feel about Jay.”

“Jay? I don’t think that I have ever heard anyone call you that since your mother died. She was the only one that ever got away with calling him Jay.”

“He’s never called me anything but that since the moment that we met. I’m kind of thinking that mom is looking down and giving Marc and I her blessing with that name.”

“Well I have hours of paperwork ahead of me so I have to be going. I will file these papers as soon as I get back to the office. Good luck and I hope that you both have a long love filled life together,” he says kissing them both tenderly.

They both walk Frank out to his car and wave him off. 

“I will meet you upstairs … Officer Mathews,” Marc whispers seductively against Jason’s ear and hurries into the house.

Jason takes several deep breaths of the clean winter air and casually walks into the house. The door is closed and locked behind him, the downstairs is empty as he leans against the door, takes a few more deep breaths and waits for his heart to stop racing. His minds eye already can see what is awaiting him upstairs. He wills his sex drive to settle down because just the thought of Marc upstairs and possibly naked awaiting him has him close to coming. He presses his hand forcefully against his aching cock, willing it to soften.

He climbs the stairs slowly, anticipating his lover’s body waiting, needing and yearning for his.  Instead of just opening the door, he knocks and waits. Slowly the door opens and the most beautiful young man is standing there coyly smiling at him wearing nothing but Jason’s black boxer briefs. Jason knew that they looked good on him whenever he wore them. But on Marc, they are sinfully pornographic. 

“I’m going to come just from looking at you darling,” Jason sighs and watches how Marc’s muscular ass moves like poetry in motion as he walks across the room to the bed. He turns his head, flutters his thick lashes and blows a seductive kiss over his shoulder to Jason. Oh yeah he’s leaking like a broken faucet. Jason’s heart nearly stops, this teen cannot be his because surely somewhere, Olympus is missing a god and  Jason has found him. Jason walks to the bed, turns the teen Adonis towards him and looks deep into Marc’s blue eyes. As Jason lowers his mouth to Marc’s, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and eases them slowly down over his hard teen cock, his hips and lets them fall to the floor. Smiling against Jason’s mouth, Marc curls a hand around the back of his neck and kisses Jason back, leisurely and unhurried, his mouth melting open and his tongue teasing against Jason’s.

Marc kisses him with a lazy hunger, like he’s starving for the taste of Jason’s mouth. He may be young and on fire for this hot cop but his kiss is controlled because he knows he has all night to savor Jason’s essence and savor it he is. One hand cups the curve of Jason’s cheek, the other latches firmly onto his hip as he nips inquisitively at Jason’s lower lip. Beneath his belt, Jason’s body feels liquid and hot, his cock hard and ready. Marc gently undresses his man and kissing each surface of skin that he exposes. Once naked, Jason slowly lowers Marc down to the bed and lowers his body to cover the teen’s body with his warmth. Jason can’t recall a single boy or man more beautiful than Marc and this Greek god is lying beneath him. Marc hands him the bottle of lube and Jason carefully prepares him. He reaches down and carefully brings the swollen head of his cock to the tight pinch of Marc’s hole. Precise and with careful skill, Jason moves inside of Marc, kissing him, touching him with a warm solid hand wrapped around Marc’s hot, throbbing cock. He brings his thumb along the sensitive crown with each upstroke, squeezes slowly as he slides down and Marc is barely hanging on, his heels causing bruises into the small of Jason’s back. Marc hitches his knees higher, squeezes the muscular round of Jason’s gorgeous ass and guides him, pulls him, slams up quick and hard on each inward thrust.

“You fuck me like you love me,” Marc gasps, then immediately feels silly.

“That’s because I’m making love to you and not just fucking you. I’m going to show you what it is to be loved by me and not just being someone’s sex toy.”

Marc looks at Jason with tears in his eyes because no one has ever made love to him. “Yes my sweet darling boy, I’m in love with you,” he whispers against his ear.

Jason purrs breathlessly while nipping the tender silkiness of his lobe, “Come for me … come with me sweetheart,” Jason whispers.

In that moment, Jason finds the edge of Marc’s prostate. He feathers against it with each deep, precise thrust until Marc’s toes curl, his body burning up from the inside, spontaneous combustion possible in the lazy roll of Jason’s hips and his thick, gorgeous cock buried deep inside. It takes everything that Jason has to hold back his climax. His hand that’s surrounding Marc’s cock is moving in like rhythm until Jason feels Marc’s cock start to swell. Marc cries out as his young body urgently thrusts upward, his tender ass gripping and milking Jason’s cock.

“I’m coming sweetheart,” Marc erupts violently, his teen seed hitting his face, Jason’s chest and stomach as well as his own.

“I’m right there with you my sweetness,” he buries his cock as deep as he can and shoots several glorious ropes of seed into Marc’s warmth before his hips resume their pounding motion. 

Jason’s mouth captures Marc’s and they moan and gasp as their climax and their ensuing afterglow enraptures them. Neither can talk but then there’s no words suitable for what they are feeling, sharing, as they cling to each other until their breathing becomes normal. 

Jason slides his softening manhood from his lover and rolls onto his back, pulling Marc’s body along side his. Against him, Marc ripples with pleasure and with fucked-out satisfaction as he lays his head on Jason’s chest.

“Any regrets sweetheart?” Jason asks as his fingers weave carelessly through Marc’s silky hair. Marc lifts his head and turns to look at Jason.

“Only one Officer Mathews and that is, why couldn’t I have found you years ago.”

“This would not have happened if we had because even though I’m not one hundred percent comfortable with our ages, I never would be even two years ago.”

“I’m sorry Jay, maybe we should have Frank assign me to another foster family until I’m eighteen.”

“I’m in for a penny so I’m in for a pound.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s an old English saying that my grandmother used to say. I have already crossed that moral line so there’s no going back so I might as well as continue onward. Besides, I could no more give you up then I could give up breathing. You’re a part of my soul, my heart and your scent is an aphrodisiac to me. It intoxicates me, making me drunk with your essence until there’s nothing but you surrounding me. So if you were to ask me about regrets, I have absolutely none my sweet boy. I’m insanely in love with you.”

“I’m crazy in love with you Officer Jay,” he says, they kiss as if time is of no importance and their love can only grow stronger, which it will.

The end or for our guys, it’s just the beginning.

The End 

Posted: 02/25/2022