Chapter 13
Mark lived in a private hell during the ensuing weeks, marking time between weekends as he thought of Teddy. His job wasn't going too well either. He seemed listless and not very interested in Dick's ideas for trapping "criminals". And there were rumors that maybe their methods used in detecting gays were not legal. So far, though, they were just rumblings.
Dick maintained his heterosexual banter but repeatedly tried to entice Mark to take another fishing trip. When Mark curtly refused, Dick sulked and then pleaded. Their relationship became very strained.
One day the captain called Mark into his office.
"Mark, you've done a good job on vice, as far as I can tell. We've arrested more of these dirty queers in the few months you've been assigned to the squad than in the year previous. Those fucking cocksuckers, dirty perverts..."
"Yes?" Mark interposed, trying to forestall the usual tirade.
"Well anyway, you've done a good job, but I think, and Roberts agrees, that your face -- and maybe your cock -- is getting too well known now. The arrest rate is starting to fall off, and maybe we need new meat -- ha ha! -- for the squad. So I'm taking you off vice and promoting you to robbery. It's a step up and a raise in pay, just to show we appreciate your work." He patted Mark brusquely on the shoulder.
Mark suddenly felt a great weight lifted from his back. He hadn't realized how much conflict there had been between his work and his personal life until he was suddenly relieved of it.
"Report to the robbery detail in the morning." The captain dismissed him curtly.
After that he saw Dick rarely, and then usually in the locker room. Mark would sometimes feel a gaze burning into his back and discover Dick staring mournfully at him. His eyes would shift to Mark's crotch, indicating that he was still available, but Mark ignored him.
It was a great relief to change assignments and he generally enjoyed his new work. No longer was he involved in the personal lives of the people he arrested. He remained aloof, detached.
After a few weeks on the job, he proposed to Carol, Teddy's mother. He had visited her a few times to report on Teddy's progress, and was amazed at how much the boy resembled her. He liked her a lot, too. He mentioned that he was making more money now, and wanted to make a home for her and Teddy. Besides, the juvenile authorities would be favorably disposed toward Teddy's release at six months if they understood that they would marry. Release time was drawing near.
Carol gazed at him solemnly -- just like Teddy! -- as he outlined his proposal. When he finished, she stared at the floor for a moment. "Sometimes I think you love Teddy more than me!" she smiled accusingly.
Mark started guiltily to defend himself.
"When should we tell Teddy?" Carol interrupted.
"Let's work through the authorities and get him released, and we can tell him together after he comes home," Mark suggested.
So Mark made an appointment with the Board, and he and Carol informed them that they were to be married, thus providing a more balanced family life for Teddy.
The Board was pleased with the idea and agreed to release Teddy the following week.
That night Mark couldn't sleep. He had thought about the situation countless times and could think of no other way. He needed Teddy! Maybe it was an addiction. Call it anything, but he had to have Teddy's body, his warm, sucking mouth, his hot clenching ass, to produce those sensual peaks that left him gasping. But still he needed a wife, a female companion to show the world that he was all right -- a normal, respectable straight. Maybe with the three of them together he could avoid the torturing conflict that was with him all his waking -- and many of his sleeping-hours.
That Friday, as he was changing in the locker room, another officer murmured something about Dick.
"What did you say?" Mark asked.
"He's been transferred to a desk job -- really a demotion, but reported as a transfer. Somebody he arrested -- some queer -- brought a complaint against him, and claims to have a witness who swears Roberts had sex with him before he arrested him. The sergeant is trying to keep it hushed up, but Roberts is off vice as of now!"
Mark merely shrugged. Anything he would say would probably be repeated, and they would be after him next.
At that point Dick walked into the locker room, in uniform for the first time in years. Everyone grew silent. Mark was ready to leave, so he walked out without even nodding at Dick.
Mark visited Teddy as usual on Saturday. Mr. Graves always greeted him with an unconcealed sneer, but gave him no trouble. Apparently he was willing to share Teddy, and there were always new boys coming in to satisfy him.
The weather was too cool for swimming now, but Mark still rented the motel room. All their time together was spent having sex. Mark could not get enough, and Teddy was always happy to do anything Mark wanted. They had replayed the scene Teddy had related about John several times -- Mark holding the gun to Teddy's head as the boy sucked his throbbing cock, with Mark dressed in full uniform. The suggestion of violence excited Mark almost as much as it satisfied Teddy. But it always ended with Teddy wrapping his arms around Mark, holding him close. Mark tolerated this but did not return the affection.
That Saturday they undressed, taking pleasure in the revelation of the other's nude body as the clothes were removed. As usual, both had stiff erections by the time they were undressed, thinking of what was to come. As Mark stood nude, posing in a spread-leg posture he knew Teddy liked, Teddy backed to the bed and lay down. He raised his knees and spread them, tilting his pelvis up to show Mark his small pink asshole. He pulled his legs back lewdly, indicating what he wanted.
Mark was fascinated by the tiny asshole which could give him such pleasure. Slowly he moved toward the bed, both hands on his stiff prick, and then stood at the foot of the bed, the picture of the nude rapist. Teddy shivered with delight.
Slowly, deliberately, Mark transferred some saliva to his cockhead, his face a mask of brutality for Teddy's benefit. He knelt on the bed close to Teddy's upturned ass and slowly but steadily inserted his cock. Teddy sighed happily as Mark entered him. When about halfway in, he abruptly shoved hard the rest of the way with a snarl.
"Oh, yes, sir -- fuck me!" Teddy begged.
When Mark's balls and pubic hair made contact with his ass, Teddy shivered again with the knowledge that the policeman was fully embedded and giving his all. Mark held his big prick deep, as if establishing possession. Teddy understood and tacitly agreed.
Mark leaned forward, supporting himself by his hands on both sides of the boy's chest. This brought his face close to Teddy's -- closer than usual. Teddy gazed into Mark's lusting eyes with love and trust. Mark's eyes were glazed with the joy the tight, caressing ass always gave him.
He began to fuck the boy, first slowly, then gradually increasing the tempo. Teddy wrapped his legs around Mark's back, pulling him in as deeply as possible. He smiled into the dark eyes, his soft curly hair contrasting with the deep blue of the bed cover. Beautiful soft, blond hair.
Mark was beginning to stroke harder, fucking the hot ass, his cock swelling in anticipation. As his peak approached, the blond hair became a beacon. He fell on Teddy and grasped his head between his rough hands, pulling and twisting the silken strands as he fucked. He felt Teddy's cock trapped between their bellies, massaged by their writhing together.
And then it was there! The blond hair, the blue eyes, the tight hot asshole, his cock spurting wildly -- His orgasm was powerful, sweeping him to the pinnacle of passion, up, up. His lips mashed on Teddy's in a savage kiss at the supreme moment. Teddy hugged him tightly. Mark vaguely felt Teddy's cock jerking and spurting its joy between their heaving bellies. Mark's tongue invaded the sweet mouth roughly.
Teddy was transformed! Mark was kissing him at last! He loved him after all! He sucked Mark's tongue into his mouth, as if starved. Both were moaning their joy to the world. The hair on Mark's chest grated against the almost hairless, creamy skin of the boy, adding to Teddy's rapture. Mark's weight was heavy, bearing Teddy down where he belonged, under the beautiful man who loved him after all!
Mark's thrusts became irregular, but still he maintained the kiss. Then he was still. Teddy's cum soaked their bellies, sealing them together.
Mark's brain steadied and his eyes focused again. He suddenly realized what he was doing. He immediately broke away and rolled to the side; his stiff cock pulled out painfully. He sat on the edge of the bed, shaken. He wiped his lips, which were still moist from Teddy's mouth, and continued to wipe them until he thought no vestige of the boy remained. He stared at the wall for a moment and then strode into the bathroom and closed the door.
Teddy was wrenched from his dream of love to the old reality. It had been so good to be true. But even if Mark loved him only during sex, it was something, wasn't it? That compensated for the rejection and coldness he showed at other times. If he could have Mark all to himself under these conditions, he would be happy, and maybe someday [missing text]. Eventually Mark came out of the bathroom after his shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Teddy," he began, calm again, "I have some good news for you. Your mother will be here on Wednesday as usual, but this time she will bring you home. Your period in the institution is over."
Teddy's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with surprise and joy.
"Really? You really mean it? Oh, Mark..." Teddy tackled Mark around the waist happily. Mark tolerated it for a moment and then moved away. He couldn't start that again!
"The forms are completed and it will become official on Wednesday," he said in a policeman's voice.
Even Mark's coldness could not spoil the joy and relief Teddy felt with the news. Home at last with his mother, and Mark! Then a cold thought struck him.
"We -- you and I -- can be together, can't we, after I go home, I mean?" His face showed his anxiety.
"Yes, we can be together," Mark nodded, and then looked away.
"It'll be wonderful!" Teddy tried to hug him again but Mark evaded his grasp.
"Now you had better shower and get dressed so we can take you back to the home, for a few days at least."
"Yes, sir." This time Teddy did not resist returning since he knew it would soon be over. He sang as he splashed in the shower.