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CHAPTER NINE
Britt rolled over in bed and eyed the clock on the table beside him. Six o'clock. Much too early to be awake. It was Sunday and no reason to start his day this early. He pushed to the middle of the bed until he felt Devon's warm body. He settled next to the man with only the thought of returning to his dreams, when he felt arms circling his body.
"Are you awake?" Devon asked from behind him.
Britt rubbed against the man's naked flesh and said, "Depends."
"On what?"
"On what you have planned," Britt told him.
"I have a thing or two in mind," Devon assured him.
Britt felt the man's cock slide along the crack of his ass. "I have a pretty good idea what one of the things might be."
Devon hugged his lover's body close. Britt could feel the man's hairy crotch pressed against his skin. Devon's furry body caused Britt to shiver.
"Are you up for an early Sunday morning fuck?" Devon asked.
"Maybe."
"I see how it is. Are you going to start using sex as a bargaining tool now?"
"Damn straight, I am," Britt assured him. "You can fuck me, but it's going to cost you."
"I see. What do you want? My blood?"
"Something way better than your blood. I want to feel your tight ass gripping my dick."
"I think I can meet your price," Devon groaned.
Britt turned over, and the two men were suddenly face to face, crotch to crotch with each other. The kiss they shared ignited such a passion that it wasn't long until each man was consumed with desire and the need not only to satisfy himself, but his partner as well.
Britt ran his fingers slowly through Devon's chest hair, traveling downward until he reached the man's thick pubes. They continued their journey until they wrapped themselves around Devon's thick cock.
"I think someone's happy with the payment plan," he moaned.
Devon sighed. "Very happy," he moaned.
Britt grinned and said, "I'm going to ride your cock."
"I thought that was the plan all along," Devon smiled.
Britt nodded. "It is. Here, get on your back, and I'll show you how I want it."
Devon did as he was told. Britt leaned over and pulled one of the drawers open from the bedside table. He brought out a bottle of lube and forced a thick glob of gel into the palm of Devon's hand.
"Put this up my ass," he ordered.
Britt turned around so that the cheeks of his ass were facing Devon. His body shivered when he felt one of Devon's fingers push inside him. The finger massage felt so good Britt couldn't help but push against the force. When two fingers began working his hole, it was even better.
"Okay, you've got me properly stimulated," he said to Devon. He squeezed more gel from the bottle and coated his lover's dick heavily with the slippery substance. "Now, I'm going to straddle you and slowly lower myself down. Are you ready for me?"
"God, yes," Devon breathed.
Britt gave the bottle a toss and placed a leg on either side of Devon with his back to the man. He slowly lowered his body until he felt the hard tip of Devon's cock touching his wet entrance. Britt paused for a second and then allowed his body to drop the rest of the way until he was resting against Devon's body. His ass sat in the middle of Devon's bush much like a bird sitting on its nest. A thick hairy nest, Britt thought.
"Fuck!" Britt couldn't keep from crying out. He had forgotten how intense it was to straddle a hard dick, taking it up the ass this way.
Devon asked, "Are you okay?"
"Fuck, I'm more than okay," Britt assured him.
Britt began moving his body, enjoying the pleasure the man's dick and body hair were causing him. Devon's cock felt thicker than usual as Britt worked his ass up and down it.
"Babe, your ass feels so different this way," Devon moaned.
Britt started out on a slow ride, but it wasn't long before he was galloping at full speed. He rode Devon's hairy rod like he hadn't fucked an ass in a long time. He attacked his lover like a madman.
Devon suddenly cried out, "You're going to make me shoot!"
His words caused Britt to work harder, driving the man's dick deeper into the folds of his wet ass.
"Give me your load!" Britt begged.
He felt Devon's cock shudder. Suddenly the walls of his ass became warm and sticky as Britt felt the walls of his ass painted with his lover's cum.
"Shit!" Devon cried.
After Devon's cock had stopped erupting inside his ass, Britt remained straddled across the man. He loved the feeling of fresh cum inside him. He sat there for a long time enjoying the aftermath of hot raw sex.
Devon reached his arms out and wrapped them around Britt's stomach. He didn't move for a time. Finally he whispered, "It's time for you to pay me," he reminded.
Britt twisted his head in order to see Devon's face. "I can't seem to remember. How was I supposed to pay you for fucking me?"
One of Devon's hands went down and tugged gently on Britt's wiry pubes. Strands of pre cum had fallen into the curls, causing them to attach themselves to Britt's skin. He came to Britt's cock and gave it a tug.
"You may not remember how to repay me, but I think our friend between your legs knows what to do."
Britt suddenly rose up, forcing Devon's cock to slide out with a loud slurping sound. Some of his cum rolled out and dropped into the thick matted carpet that spread around Devon's dick.
"Somebody shot a lot of cum up me," Britt teased.
"Just remember, I expect the same treatment," Devon reminded him.
Britt gave the man a grin and reached behind him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Devon asked.
"You'll see."
Britt worked a couple of fingers into his ass and brought out a thick glob of cum. Then he grinned and coated his dick with his lover's spunk.
"I want to fuck you with your cum," he groaned.
"That's so hot," Devon breathed.
Britt crawled between Devon's legs and pressed his cum-covered cock against the man's hole. As he looked down, the sight of Devon's cum on his dick, and the hairy hole it was about to invade, excited Britt. He buried his shaft balls deep inside his lover's ass. He leaned down and kissed his lover on the mouth. His dick pushed hard against Devon's prostate, causing the man to groan.
"God," Devon moaned, breaking the kiss.
"Like my cock inside your ass?"
"Oh, yeah," Devon sighed. "Feels so fucking good."
Britt began moving his body, slowly working his cock in and out of his lover's tight ass. Each time he bottomed out in the man, his furry nuts tickled the sensitive skin between Devon's ass and balls.
"Fuck me, Britt," the man begged. "I want your cream inside me."
Britt's body took over, and he attacked his lover, pounding him with every ounce of strength he had. The deeper he slammed Devon, the louder his lover groaned. The sounds coming from the man affected his body like fuel feeding a fire. Britt fucked hard, driving his cock in as far as possible. Soon he felt his balls begin to rumble. He was about to blast his load.
"Almost there," he panted.
"Give me your fuck juice," Devon begged.
Britt's cock grew thicker, and with a shudder, sent its first rope of cum up his lover's chute. With each blast that followed, Britt slammed deeper inside the man. When his balls were empty, he allowed his body to rest on Devon's stomach.
"I love you so much, Devon McKenzie," he said.
Devon rose up and kissed Britt lightly on the mouth. "Almost as much as I love you, I imagine." He gave Britt a tender smile.
Later when the two of them were cuddling, Britt said, "You remember we're going to Mom's this evening for dinner?"
Beside him, Devon nodded. "I do. I'm looking forward not only to an evening with your mother, but one of her delicious meals as well."
"You do like her cooking," Britt agreed.
"Hey, I never see you turning anything away she offers," Devon pointed out.
"You're right. Funny thing, when I was home, I didn't realize just how good of a cook she was. After being out on my own, it didn't take long for me to realize how lucky I had been growing up."
"Your mother is definitely at the top of my list," Devon praised.
"Speaking of Mom." Britt rolled over and faced Devon. "She told me last night that she has invited Larry and Bonnie to dinner this evening."
"That's cool. I enjoy being around those two."
Britt rose up on his elbow and said, "So I'm thinking that if we're going to see the minister and his wife later today, how about joining Mom this morning at church?"
Devon grinned. "You think if we see Larry tonight he'll inquire about our soul?"
Britt shrugged. "I don't think Larry Owens would ever stand in judgment where we're concerned. I just like the man," Britt added.
Devon sat up in bed.
"Where are you going?" Britt asked.
"To shower and get ready for church," Devon answered.
Britt pulled him back into bed. "There's still plenty of time," he said eyeing the alarm clock. "For snuggling," he added.
"Snuggling usually gets something else started," Devon reminded.
Britt shrugged his shoulders. "If it does, so be it."
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Catherine Williams' guests were sitting around her living room that evening. The list included Justin Reynolds, Brian Poteet, Larry and Bonnie Owens, as well as Britt, Devon and Alice. Everyone was praising Catherine for her delicious meal.
"Your meals are the best, Catherine," Larry Owens told her. "I always walk away carrying an extra five pounds with me."
"I don't think Catherine forces you to take seconds," his wife spoke up.
Larry gave his stomach a pat. "I just can't help it."
"It really was a delicious meal," Brian praised.
"Nonsense!" Catherine objected. "I didn't fix anything special. Just everyday food," she added.
Britt smiled at his mother and said, "Just accept the praise, Mom. Everyone in this room agrees you're one of the best cooks in Porterville."
Justin Reynolds took a seat at one end of the sofa. "It really was delicious, Mrs. Williams. I don't get home cooked food very often. Your meal this evening was awesome."
Catherine's cheeks turned red, and she attempted to push the man's compliment aside. "Please, call me `Catherine'," she said giving him a smile.
"Wasn't it just awful about that school teacher?" Bonnie Owens remarked.
Her question caused a dead silence to fill the room, as all conversation suddenly came to a halt. Britt locked eyes with Brian, and the two seemed to share a thought. Britt's head did a slight nod.
Brian broke the silence and said, "It was a sad thing. However, let's not put a damper on Catherine's dinner party. It's been such a wonderful evening so far."
Britt gave a nod of agreement.
It was Justin Reynolds who spoke first. "I agree wholeheartedly with Mr. Poteet." He gave Brian a smile and added, "Especially since I'm sure it's too soon to know much of anything."
"I apologize if I spoke out of turn," the minister's wife said. It was plain to see the woman felt embarrassed.
"You need not apologize," Brian hastily assured her.
The jovial mood settled in the room once more, and the rest of the evening passed very pleasantly. Nothing more was said about the recent murder in Porterville, and for the next couple of hours, Susan Abbot didn't appear to be in anyone's thoughts.
Larry and Bonnie Owens were the first guests to leave. At the door, Bonnie thanked Catherine for the delicious meal.
Larry shook hands with Britt and Devon and gave them a grin. "It was a pleasure seeing the two of you in church this morning." He turned to Alice and added, "Of course, I see you every Sunday. Perhaps you can work on these two."
Britt gave the minister a smile. "Now, Larry, you know that if Devon and I were there every Sunday, you'd have no material for your sermon."
"Trust me, I get loads of material for my sermons, and, quite truthfully, none of it ever comes from the two of you."
Justin Reynolds was in the act of leaving as well. He thanked Catherine for his invitation and told her a second time how much he had enjoyed her meal.
Suddenly it was just Brian, Alice, Devon and Britt left in Catherine's living room. Britt thanked the police officer for keeping the conversation from turning into a discussion on Susan Abbott's murder.
"I really appreciate it, Brian," he repeated.
Brian gave Catherine a smile. "It wasn't the time nor the place to discuss it."
Catherine felt her cheeks turn red for the second time that evening. "You certainly know all the right words to say, Brian."
"Thanks, all the same," Devon spoke up.
Brian couldn't keep the grin off his face as he said, "You see, Devon, I'm really not such a bad guy."
"He knows that," Britt answered. "He just enjoys being the tough older brother. Nothing against you, Brian," he added.
Brian suddenly seemed to have something on his mind. However, he remained silent and appeared to be listening to a conversation taking place between Britt and Devon.
Britt finally turned and eyed the young police officer. "Okay, I know something's on your mind, Brian. Spit it out."
"It's not my intention to spoil Catherine's party, but I do need to bring a couple of things up." He turned to Alice and said, "Would you have a problem letting me into Susan's home, Alice? Even though the crime didn't take place there, it's quite possible we might find something inside, some clue that will lead us to the woman's killer."
"I don't have a problem letting you inside the house," Alice assured him. "Do you want to go now?"
Brian shook his head. "No can do. Since her brother is supposedly living there, I'll need to get a search warrant. It's not an emergency. We can drop by the house tomorrow."
Britt's cell phone suddenly went off. He retrieved it from his pocket. Everyone in the room fell silent as he answered its summons. His face suddenly showed surprise.
"Hey, Travis. What's up?"
Britt was silent for a time, concentrating on the conversation taking place in his ear. Now and then his eyes roamed around the room as he listened to what his caller was saying.
Then he said, "That's great, Travis. When you told us yesterday it might be hard to find a sub, I thought I might offer to help you out. I'm glad you found one...sure, you're welcomed."
Britt ended his call and gave Brian a grin. "Evidentially Travis has found a long - term sub for Susan Abbott's class. Which does not make me sad at all," he ended.
"Too bad," Brian said shaking his head. "Who knows what you might have discovered if you were teaching her class?"
Catherine was startled. "You were considering teaching the woman's class, Britt?"
Britt grinned at his mother. "What? You don't think I could have handled it, Mom?"
"Didn't you tell me she taught the fourth grade?" Catherine looked at her son closely.
"That's right."
Catherine shook her head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I can't for the life of me imagine you working with children that young."
Britt pretended to be hurt. "I'm crushed, Mom," he pouted. Then he grinned and said, "Truthfully, I couldn't imagine me doing it either. It was Brian's crazy idea that I try and teach."
Brian asked, "One last question, and then I'm going to insist we drop shop talk for the rest of the evening." Looking around the room, he said, "Tell me, what are your thoughts concerning Justin Reynolds?"
Catherine was the first to answer the man's question. "I think he's a sweet boy. A stranger in town that is looking for friends," she added warmly.
Devon gave Britt a look and said, "Do you think we need to let Brian in on our night out with the `sweet boy'?"
Brian looked sharply at Devon. "Excuse me?"
Britt shrugged his shoulders and said, "What Devon's referring to is the two of us went with Mom's sweet boy' to the Fox Den the other night after you and Alice left. Brian, if you are wondering about Justin, the sweet boy' has an alibi. He had such a good time at the bar that Devon and I had to take him home. The man couldn't even stand on his own two feet."
Catherine let out a sigh. "Heaven knows I don't approve of drunkenness." She let her eyes rest on her son for a moment. Then she said, "At least we know he had nothing to do with the young woman's murder."
"Or so it seems," Brian spoke up.
"He was drunk," Devon reminded.
"Which is good for him...I think." Brian was lost in his thoughts for a moment or two. Finally he smiled and said, "Okay, enough shop talk. No more," he added giving Britt and Devon each a look.
Britt stood to his feet. Smiling at his mother, he said, "At the risk of sounding like a drunkard, how about a small glass of wine to end our evening? Would that be all right with you, Mom?"
Catherine went for the wine herself. Before leaving the living room, she turned back and said, "Britt Williams, sometimes I wish I could turn you across my knee and smack you the way I did when you were young."
"Ah, Mom, you know you're crazy about me."
Britt followed his mother out of the room. "I'll give you a hand, Mom."