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Rating: NC-17 m/m (explicit)
A Turnbull/RayK romantic adventure
A Post COTW story.
The sound of breaking glass awoke
Renfield Turnbull with a
start. He glanced at the clock on the
wall; it was after
midnight. He had dozed off in the middle
of the pile of
paperwork that he had inherited along
with Fraser's job
when the other mountie had left on an
exteneded leave of
absence after capturing Muldoon.
Turnbull dabbed at the drool on the
reports that he had
been working on, and wondered if he had
really heard a
noise or if it was part of his dream.
The answer to that
question came quickly, when he heard a
loud thud coming
from the hall. Turnbull rose swiftly and
silently. A
prowler, come to loot the consulate of
it valuables, such
as they are, the thought. He cracked the
door to his
office. Standing only a few feet away,
was the prowler;
dressed completely in black, including a
black ski mask,
removing a painting from the wall.
Righteous anger filled
Turnbull. No matter that the painting
was absolutely
valueless; in fact, it was done by
Inspecter Thatcher's
niece, an aspiring and untalented
artist. It was still the
property of the consulate and hence, the
Canadian
government.
Carefully slipping into the hall,
Turnbull padded up behind
the prowler, who was quite a bit smaller
than he was, and
grabbed him in a headlock.
"Heyaaaahgh," the prowler gasped,
struggling in vain to
free himself.
"Stop struggling," Turnbull ordered and
the prowler obeyed.
Pushing the slim man up against the
wall, he proceeded to
thoroughly search every part of his body
for a weapon.
Finding none, he jerked the intruder
around to face him and
yanked off the ski mask. Spiky blond
hair, and pale blue
eyes greeted him.
"Hey man, take it easy. I'm not even
armed, which you
know," Ray Kowalski said, with just a
hint of a whine in
his voice.
"You were here to steal from the
consulate!"
Turnbull said hotly.
"Okay, okay, so I'm a thief. Look, I
didn't get anything,
so why don't you let me go? It's not
even worth the trouble
of calling the cops. I'm strictly small
time," Ray
pleaded.
Turnbull bent his face down to Ray's so
that they were eye
to eye; their noses touching. "You've
committed the crime
of breaking and entering. You must be
punished."
Ray squirmed to free himself, and by
doing so ground his
cock against Turnbull's leg. "C'mon pal.
Don't call the
cops; I'm on parole already, they'll
send me up the river
for another ten years."
Turnbull pressed his weight Ray,
effectively pinning him,
and ending his struggles. "You should
have thought about
that before you broke in."
Ray looked around wildly, seeking an
avenue of escape.
"I'll do anything you want. I'll fix the
window, do odd
jobs. Please, please, I can't go back to
prison! You don't
how bad it was. All those guys, all over
me, all the time!"
Ray moaned on the verge of
hysteria.
"All the time?" Turnbull asked
curiously. "What did they
do"
"Everything you can imagine: anal sex,
oral sex,
threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes,"
Turnbull giggled and Ray
shot him a dirty look before continuing.
"I learned how to
do things I never would have thought
possible."
"And you hated it?"
"Every minute of it."
"And you never, ever want to do it
again?"
"No, never!"
"Well," Turnbull said thoughtfully.
"I've always been
curious about what goes on in prison.
Perhaps, if you show me some of the
things that you
learned, I won't turn you into the
police."
"No, no, please, anything but that!" Ray
begged, forcing
tears into his eyes.
"It's either that, or you go back to
jail," Turnbull
answered roughly.
Ray nodded his consent with a
heartbreaking sniff of
dispair. "Okay, you win. What do you
want me to do
first?"
Turnbull released him, backed off
slowly, grabbed a nearby
chair and sat down. "I want you to take
your clothes off."
With trembling hands, Ray obeyed. He
kicked his shoes off
first, then then pulled the shirt over
his head. Turnbull
leaned back in his chair, his eyes
roving over Ray's thin,
pale chest. He nodded for Ray to
continue. Taking a deep
breath, he undid his pants and slowly
eased them down and
stepped out of them. Then he reached for
his briefs.
"Wait," Turnbull interupted. "Take your
socks off first."
Ray complied, first one foot and then
the other. He looked
at Turnbull for his permission to
continue and received a
curt nod. He removed his briefs and
stood naked and
helpless. Turnbull sat up and studied
the other's body,
focusing mainly on the groin area. At
last he said, "Turn
around. I want to see what you look like
from
behind."
Ray did so. "Well?" he finally said,
impatiently.
"You're so skinny. A stiff breeze could
blow you away!"
Turnbull clucked.
"It was the prison food, all right?" Ray
said with
considerable irritation.
"Right, right, prison food," Turnbull
agreed, regaining his
composure. "Turn back around."
When Ray was facing him again, he
said."Now touch
yourself."
Ray put his hands on his chest.
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh," Ray blushed, and wrapped his hands
around his
penis.
"That's better. Now stroke it, and look
at me while you're
doing it," Turnbull ordered, leaning
back again and
stretching out his long legs.
Ray did as he was told. His penis grew
hard in his hands,
as he stroked and massaged it. Turnbull
licked his lips.
"Do you like that?" Turnbull
asked.
"Yes."
"Is it better doing it yourself, or
having someone do it
for you?"
"Someone doing it for me," Ray
gasped.
"Come here."
Awkwardly, Ray approached the seated
mountie. Dragging his
eyes, away from Ray's lovely cock,
Turnbull gazed up at him
and said, "When you were in prison, did
anyone suck you
off?"
Ray's eyes widened in surprise, "No. I
was always the
sucker, not the suckee."
Turnbull slid out of his chair, into a
kneeling position in
front of Ray. He reached out and
squeezed Ray's buttocks
firmly. "I've never done this before,
tell me what to
do."
Ray was momentarily disconcerted. This
was not what he had
been expecting. "Um, well, you put it in
your mouth." he
began.
"Just like that? Shouldn't I lick it
first?" Turnbull asked
innocently.
"Yeah, yeah, licking is good," Ray
agreed and gasped as the
mountie's tongue touched the tip of his
shaft.
"Mmm, you taste good, " Turnbull
murmered, touching his
tongue again to the pre-ejaculation that
dribbled
out.
"Really?" Ray gasped. He ran his hands
through Turnbull's
hair as the mountie licked swirls across
the length of his
screaming penis. "Now would be a good
time to put it in
your mouth, Renny, I mean, Mr. Mountie,
sir."
Turnbull pulled Ray even closer, and
covered Ray's cock
with his mouth. Ray groaned as Turnbull
applied powerful
suction to his already over-stressed
penis. Ray bucked
against him, as Turnbull's hands kneaded
his
backside.
"I'm going to come now, Renny," he
warned.
Turnbull paid him no heed, and continued
sucking. With a
wordless cry, Ray exploded, filling
Turnbull's mouth with
his hot, milky seed. He felt a sense of
serene
satisfaction, as he listened to the
sound of Turnbull
swallowing his juices. He looked down
with a blissful smile
at his lover and gasped at the dangerous
look in Turnbull's
eyes.
"On your hands and knees!" he ordered.
"NOW!"
Ray scrambled to obey. He felt Turnbull
press against him,
his rock hard cock, straining against
his pants. Roughly,
he shoved his fingers in Ray's face.
"Suck!" he ordered.
Ray sucked, and Turnbull yanked the
fingers away, and
inserted them into Ray's ass. Ray's
flagging penis, stood
up and saluted, at the forcefull asault.
Turnbull worked
the fingers, throughly coatng the tight
passage with
saliva.
Then he backed off. Ray held his breath
at the sound of a
zipper opening. Turnbull grabbed his
butt, and thrust
inside. "Renny!" Ray cried.
Panting, Turnbull continued to thrust,
hard and deep. He
reached around and caught Ray' s cock
and pumped it in time
with each thrust.
Ray's body shuddered and Turnbull's hand
was covered in the
sticky substance. "Ray!" he sighed as
pleasure overwhelmed
him. Turnbull collapsed on top of Ray,
who didn't seem to
mind the weight.
After a time, Ray said, "I accidently
broke a window coming
in."
"That's okay."
"Next time you can break into my
place."
Turnbull smiled and moved over til they
were face to face.
"Anything you want."
"You can use my handcuffs," Ray
offered.
"I'm looking forward to it," Turnbull
replied, and kissed
him gently.
the end.
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