Chapter 15
When Mark finished work on Wednesday, Teddy had already returned home and was settling down to familiar surroundings. When Mark appeared, Teddy rushed to meet him, beaming.
"Have you told him yet?" Mark asked Carol.
"No, I wanted to wait until you arrived," she said. Teddy looked from Carol to Mark questioningly.
"Told me what?"
Carol came to stand next to Mark and he put his arm around her.
"Teddy, Mark and I are to be married. You will have anew father. Isn't that great?" She turned to Mark and kissed him hard. Mark returned the kiss, but less enthusiastically.
Teddy's face dropped, his color draining. He was in shock. Just when he was happy that everything was going to work out, his world crumbled about him! Mark, his beautiful man -- his hero -- his sex idol, in love with his mother! If he loved his mother, he couldn't love him, he thought simplistically. Mark could not be his if he belonged to his mother! It was better to be in the home, where Mark could visit him once a week and they could be together without interference! He was shattered.
Tears sprang into his eyes. His hands clenched as he watched his mother and Mark kissing, something Mark had only done once to him and that time in the throes of orgasm!
He wheeled and dashed out of the door, running rapidly.
Mark and Carol were startled. Mark started after him, but Carol stopped him.
"Wait, Mark. Maybe it has come as too much of a surprise to him. He probably just wants to be alone for a while and think about this new development."
Mark returned uncertainly. Carol probably knew Teddy better than he; at least she should know what to expect in situations like this, he decided.
They sat together silently in the living room, each thinking their own thoughts and waiting for Teddy to return. But he did not appear. Finally Carol started preparations for dinner, but still no Teddy. By now the sun was setting.
"Carol, I've got to try to find him."
Carol nodded. There was nothing else to do.
"Where do you think he might go?"
She thought for a moment.
"He used to spend much of his time in the park. It's only a few blocks away, you know. That's the most likely spot, I guess."
"The park!" Mark blurted. The glory hole! Finding him now became even more urgent. Mark rushed out into the gathering darkness, running the few blocks to the park.
He immediately went to the men's room, but there was no one there. He felt some relief, but now where should he look? Vaguely he noticed a familiar car parked nearby, but it did not impress on his mind; his thoughts were frantic for Teddy.
As he stood near the men's room considering likely places to look, he heard a gruff voice, apparently coming from a clump of bushes nearby.
"Suck it, kid, or I'll blow your head off!"
Mark whirled in the direction of the sound, but heard no more. Then he heard what might have been a sob. Quietly he approached the bushes.
The light was growing dimmer, but he finally spotted a figure of a man standing in the bushes, partly concealed. Mark crept closer and sought an opening in the shoulder-high bushes. Finding one, he gasped with recognition.
It was Dick Roberts, in full police uniform, standing rigidly and looking down. In his hand was his gun and it was pointed at the kneeling figure in front of him. Mark then could see the bright blond hair and the upturned face of the boy clearly. He was obviously frightened and cringing from the sergeant.
"I said suck it!" Dick grabbed Teddy by the hair, the wavy, silken strands, and shoved his face into his groin. Mark could then see Dick's stiff cock protruding from his uniform pants. Holding the boy's hair, Dick forced Teddy's head back and forth.
"You suck him off, don't you?" he snarled. He pulled Teddy's face up, demanding an answer. Teddy did not respond.
"Mark's been coming to see you, hasn't he? And you suck his beautiful prick, don't you, kid?" he nearly screamed.
Teddy merely nodded, unable to speak. Dick pushed him down on his cock with one hand; the other hand was pointing the gun directly at Teddy's head.
"And you take his cock in your ass, too, don't you, kid?" Teddy could not talk; Dick's cock was shoved deep in his throat.
Dick pulled him out and tilted Teddy's head up viciously by his hair -- that silky, wavy hair.
"Doesn't he?" he shouted. "He sticks his thick cock into you and cums in your ass, doesn't he?" Dick screamed, pressing the gun barrel against the boy's temple. Teddy nodded mutely, sobbing miserably.
"You took him away from me, you cocksucker!" Dick gave a tormented groan, pushing Teddy back on his cock. He held the weapon at Teddy's head, becoming more and more agitated with his grief as well as the sexual stimulation that Teddy's struggling mouth was producing. Tears began streaming down Dick's face. "He would be mine if it weren't for you, you blond faggot!"
Mark was growing steadily more frightened. He was shocked at the intensity of the man -- his desperation. Dick was capable of anything in his present state.
The sergeant began to strain and moan, raping Teddy's face.
"You took Mark away from me -- now you're going to pay!" Dick was obviously close to orgasm, gasping and viciously fucking the boy's mouth. His tears were flowing and Teddy was racked with sobs, choking around the big cock jammed into his throat.
Mark suddenly reacted -- he had to stop this! He stood up clearly exposed at the edge of the bushes in the near darkness.
"Stop it! Stop it, you bastard!"
Dick whirled toward the voice. He saw only a white blur in the gloom, a point of resistance, an interruption in his imminent orgasm. He reacted by reflex.
He raised the gun and fired one shot at the pale spot above the bushes.
A black hole appeared in the middle of Mark's forehead. The white blur hung suspended for a moment and then the policeman slumped to the ground.
Death was instantaneous.
After deliberating only three hours, the jury in the trial of Richard Roberts returned a guilty verdict to the charge of second degree murder. The defense had claimed that the charge should have been manslaughter, since the killing took place when the officer was under intense mental strain. Apparently the jury believed the strain did not excuse the defendant's actions in shooting Mark Fellows.
Teddy was protected from publicity during the trial because of his age. His mother announced to the press that she planned to move with her son to San Diego, where she would marry Marine Sergeant John Dirk, a friend of her late husband.