Emergency 69 Part 8
By Bald Hairy Man
Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by alternate life styles.
By the end of the restful weekend Joe was a confirmed top. He had no problem at all enjoying another man's ass. He was also good at it, considerate and careful. Joe's cock was a good recreational size according to Wally. Big enough to feel, but not so big as to rip you in half. Joe was essentially a conservative person. He didn't like new things and tended to resist them. He had felt left out when we were fucking, but he was uncomfortable trying some thing new. Wally's inviting ass solved that problem. Captain Richards solved his other problem. Joe wanted to be fucked.
That wasn't actually true. Joe thought he should be fucked, since it didn't seem right to him to top, but not to reciprocate. Jean was the logical man to pop his cherry, he had a perfect cock for a beginner. Joe wasn't interested, for him the Captain had the right combination of cock and rank to suit Joe's sensibilities.
Joe was uneasy about the way he had screwed Wally. Wally hadn't just liked it; he had been to the moon and back and everyone knew it. Wally had a very loud and messy orgasm, spraying a good quart of cum over a radius of ten feet. At least, it seemed that way. Joe was afraid he had trespassed in the Captain's territory, by screwing his lover. Joe felt letting the Captain in his ass seemed only fair. The night after he fucked Wally, Joe told me he wanted to get fucked. I asked him, "Who?"
"Do you think I have a choice?" he asked. I told him I was pretty sure he could have his choice of any guy there. I listed the guys there and his cock twitched when I mentioned the Captain. I asked him if he wanted to do it now and he nodded, so I went off and found the Captain.
Wally, the Captain and Van de Velde were going at it hot and heavy in the master bedroom. I interrupted, but they invited me to join in. Explaining my mission, it would be an understatement to say they were enthusiastic. They told me to get Joe.
There was another agenda at work in that bedroom. A thick, solid man, Van de Velde wanted to see if he could take my cock. When we returned, he asked me to fuck him. I was more than willing to do that, while Joe and the Captain worked things out.
The Captain's cock was as long as mine, but a lot thinner except for his huge mushroom head. He spent a long while lubricating Joe's ass. He worked in one finger, then another. I think Joe's prostate was pretty deep and it took a while for the Captain to find it.
Van de Velde was a difficult fuck. He was willing and his ass already had been deep lubricated by the Captain's cock, but his ass was tight. My finger could barely get in there, I knew my cock would be a challenge. Hans did have good attitude about getting fucked, it was just his ass was less willing than his mind.
Where there's a will, there's a way. Coated in lubricant, I kept the pressure up, making short quick thrusts. Van de Velde's ass gave way a little each time. Little was the operative word, but did make some headway. Wally had a bottle of poppers in the bedside table. He was a good judge of when a snort of poppers might ease the situation for both Van de Velde and Joe.
I was preoccupied with Hans when Joe let out a deep guttural growl. You knew this was the sound generated by the Captain's cock sliding deep into Joe's chute. Hans relaxed his ass when he heard Joe moan. I popped in. Once I cleared his sphincter, it was easy sailing.
Much to my relief, once I was in Hans' ass and thrusting, he was an enthusiastic bottom. He was busy grinding his ass and doing some sort of a hula dance on my cock. This stopped whenever I was in to the hilt. When I did that, it was all he could do to breathe. Hans later told me he didn't have much experience with big meat, but he was going to broaden his experience when he got back to the Netherlands.
I was so preoccupied with Hans, I didn't notice what Joe was doing. Hans shot off and told me he wanted to watch my cock spew, so I pulled out at my first ejaculation and gave him a good sperm shower. When I looked at Joe, he was coated in cum. Joe looked limp as a wet dish rag and I assumed it was his cum.
We broke up, dressed and went to breakfast. I was ready for another day of fun and games, but we got called back to work. There had been a rumor of another bomb plot in Norfolk, and the rescue workers from the Tidewater area returned home. Things settled down and we got into a routine. We were back at the academy a week later.
The schedule or the semester was screwed up by the two-week gap, so they decided to cover all the information in the remaining time. It was a bear, but everyone was gung ho and there was a huge demand for Emergency personnel. Every County and City in Virginia wanted to up grade its emergency services, so we were all in demand.
Mark worked ambulance service on the weekends, so I saw a lot less of him. While doing that he ran into a guy in Richmond who ran a detective agency. The guy was called Catfish and the two of them hit it off really well. Mark said they were just friends, but I was pretty sure there was more than that going on.
Joe made really serious efforts to reform. It's hard for a guy who was trained to be an asshole by his father to become a regular guy. Joe did backslide from time to time, but everyone new knew he was dependable in a pinch, and that eased the way over some rough patches. At the end of the course at the Academy, Joe was fine.
We took our final exams and tests in June. There was a week between the end of the tests and graduation. I was planning to spend the time resting. I had a job working for the Princess Charlotte County Emergency services, so this would be my only time off for a while. The Commandant appeared at the door to my room.
"I have a job for you. Joe's Father and mother are dead. A murder-suicide. I want you to take him home and get him through the funeral," he said.
"Oh shit! What happened?"
"Apparently his Dad beat her, she fell and hit her head. The fall killed her," the Commandant said. "He blew his brains out on the back porch. Left a long note. Very remorseful, said he didn't mean to do it, was sorry, etc."
"How is Joe?"
"In shock. I want you to be there when he comes out of it." the Commandant said. "I think you're as close to being a friend as he has. Can yo do it?"
"Of course," I said. I was pack in anticipation of leaving the academy, so I got some things together and went to Joe's room with the Commandant. He was sitting on the bed, just staring into space.
"Joe, I've assigned Will to take you home and help out any way he can," the Commandant said. "Are you packed?"
"No sir," Joe answered.
"Will, can you pack for him? If there is anything else he needs, call me and I get it to you," the Commandant said. "I have his address and instruction on how to get there, Joe's Uncle gave it to me. The Uncle seems to have things under control." Went through the room and got Joe's clothes together and packed in a duffle bag. Dr. Evans, the Academy Psychiatrist, arrived and took Joe into another room. The Commandant and I found most of the things Joe would need.
Dr. Evans and Joe returned and we went to my car. We were on the way to the Northern Virginia suburbs of Washington by noon. As usual, the traffic was horrible. We were stuck in a ten-mile backup as we approached the Beltway.
"Did they tell you what happened?" Joe asked, breaking the silence. He hadn't said a word the whole trip.
"Only the basics. I'm so sorry."
"It can't be true," Joe said. "It couldn't happen. It's too awful."
"Joe, we were all in Richmond after the bombing," I said, "You know things can happen."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Just do one thing at a time," I replied. "You know in emergency situations and disasters, you're at your best. Don't worry, you'll be all right." Joe was silent for a while.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes I do."
"He killed Mom, How could he have done that? I should have been there. I should have stayed home."
"How may people's lives have you saved? They'd all be dead if you hadn't been with us." I said. The traffic started to move and Joe lapsed back into silence. A half hour later we were at his house, a slightly run down rancher a few blocks form the Beltway. There were police lines around the house and several cruisers parked on the street. A middle-aged man raced out as we stopped. He had obviously been watching for us.
"He embraced Joe. "Thank God you're here. The Police need to talk with you."
A uniformed Police man came out of the house. "Are you the son?" he asked. Joe nodded. "I'm Captain Smith, we need to talk with you. I know it's a bad time, but some things have to be done. Can you come into the house?" Joe looked uncertain.
"The bodies are gone. Your Uncle identified them, it's okay." Captain Smith said. He took Joe by the arm and lead him into the house.
"I'm Tony Allandro, Joe's uncle," the man said in introduction. "You are Joe's friend Will?" We shook hands. "This is a god awful mess here. Joe's Dad's been getting wilder for the last few years, but we never thought he would do anything like this. It's a nightmare."
"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.
"The only good thing about it is the note. It was an accident, Joe's Dad didn't mean to kill her," Tony said. "When it happened, he couldn't face it. It unhinged him. Apparently he wanted to follow her to heaven and tell her, he was sorry."
"Is Joe the only child?"
"No, his sister left years ago. She is somewhere in Europe. The State Department is trying to find her," he explained. "Let's get out of the sun, the neighbors gave me the key to the vacant house next door." We went into the house; it was all but empty. Tony explained the owners had moved, but the new owners hadn't closed as yet.
I went off to the bathroom to take a piss. Tony joined me. "Sorry, I can't wait. Ellen, Joe's mother, died in the bathroom, I've been holding for the last two hours." Tony had an impressive looking, uncut cock.
"Is that fucker for real?" he asked as he checked out mine.
I laughed."It feels real to me." Tony took a long look at it, then put his cock back in his pants. He didn't say anything more, but I knew what he was thinking. There were a few chairs in the kitchen, so we sat and Tony gave me some background. Joe was his favorite nephew, but Joe had never been able to satisfy his father.
"Joe's Dad was my brother, but I never understood him. We never got along that well. He was an Army man who always had to prove he was stronger and better. He treated Ellen badly. She was a sweet woman, so I visited just to keep things on an even keel. Joe's Dad could go off on a binge and it was awful." Tony explained. I learned much more about Joe's family than I wanted to know. I was keeping an eye on the widow looking for Joe.
When Joe emerged form the house, the police man was with him and had his arm around Joe's shoulder. We went out to meet them. As we did a Cadillac with New Jersey plate's drove up and three middle-aged women and an elderly man emerged. "Joey!" one of the women cried and seconds later Joe had vanished in the cluster of women.
"My sisters." Tony explained. "And Dad, Alberto Allandro." Tony introduced me.
"It is a horrible thing." the old man said in a thick Italian accent. "You are Joey's friend? He is a good boy, this shouldn't have happened." He went over to Joe and hugged him. Then he went to talk to the police man.
I could hear Joe talking in the middle of mass of Aunts. "I don't know what to do, it's too. . ."
"Pappa and Tony know what to do. Don't you worry," one of the women said. The sun was hot so we all went to the vacant house. We hadn't been inside for more than fifteen minutes when a neighbor arrived with a deli tray. Everyone said they were too shocked to eat, but some how the tray was soon empty. The neighbors knew who the local funeral directors were and made recommendations.
All of the aunts had cell phones. The policeman came in and was really helpful. He told them what was going to happen and when. As the word got out, more neighbors appeared with lawn chairs and more food. Tentative arrangements were made. Around six, Joe's mother's sister came with her husband and two cousins. It was clear the two families weren't close, but everyone was polite. His mother was Episcopalian, but his dad was Catholic. This caused some confusion.
A second batch of cousins arrived at eight or so. Joe was clearly a favorite and he was surrounded by a close and loving family. He seemed to be getting his bearings again. The group dispersed to a hotel around ten, with Joe staying with his cousins.
Tony asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I didn't, but it was easy enough to find a place. "Why don't you bunk with me?" he asked, "I have a small apartment a few miles away. I wouldn't mind some company." I said that sounded fine to me. I followed him in my car to his place.
His apartment was small and filled up with stuff. Most of it was old family furniture, meant for a much bigger place. There were piles of magazines beside his favorite chair. It was homey and comfortable looking. He offered me a beer, which I gratefully accepted. I sat and picked up one of the magazines. It was Wrestler's World.
"Do you wrestle?" he asked. " You have the body for it."
"Thanks, but I didn't have the body when I was in High School. This muscle is of recent vintage." I said.
"I've been working on my body too. I'm 66 years old, but I'll be damned if I want to fall apart as I age." Tony commented. I had thought he was in his fifties. The room was warm and he had unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a thick mat of salt and pepper hair on his chest. I took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. We talked and had a few more beers. Tony's wife had died five years before. He had sold his house and moved to the smaller apartment when he retired.
He went off to his bedroom and returned wearing a light robe. We had another beer. I t was getting later. The bath was through his bedroom.
"Will, you can take the couch, or share the bed with me? It's big, so there's lots of room." Tony said. "But I have to warn you, I sleep naked."
I laughed. "So do I." Tony's robe slipped open and his partially hard cock peaked out. I might just take you up on that offer." I said. "If you wouldn't mind?" I walked over to him and stroked his cock. It turned rock hard the second I touched it.
"I don't think I mind at all," Tony said.