All About Love Part VIII

(Part 1 from 2. Fiction.)

Authors note:

This particular chapter makes references to African Americans that have definite racial overtones to them. It behooves me to tell you that I (David Green) am an African American and I am in no way prejudice against my own people. Indeed; I am proud of my heritage. However, sometimes a writer has to go places that he or she does not wish to go and this was one of those times. I toned it down as much as I could and did not use the dreaded “N” word. God I hate that word! However, I do apologize to anyone who finds the word that I did use offensive as it is not my intent to offend anyone. You should also know that Sex Pleasures Network (agaysex.com) is in no way responsible for the content of any of my writing.

One more thing. This chapter also has a straight sex scene in it. Hehehehe…yes I can write about that too! I’m just letting all you people out there know it’s pivotal to the story. Besides…It’s All About Love!
David Green

ALL ABOUT LOVE PART VIII
Deputy Robinson walked into the station with his prisoner in tow. He was tired and hungry and not in a good mood. It had been a long fucking trip and he couldn’t understand why the sheriff picked him to go. Usually he made Jason Jones do crappy ass work like that. 

The prisoner had given him a hard time all the way back down to Georgia and he had all he could do not to rough him up. The only thing that stopped him was that he knew who the guys public defender was going to be and she was not a lawyer to be trifled with. She was, in fact, a shark in the courtroom and on more than several occasions she’d handed him his ass over less infractions he had pulled with her clients. 

He approached Seargent G. Wilson, (on duty behind the desk), plopped the perps file down and pushed the man roughly into a chair.
“Hey old man…where’s the sheriff?” he inquired rudely.

The Seargent had lived in Junctionville all his life, was older than Robinson by at least twenty-five years and he had seen a lot of good and bad things happen in this town that he loved so much. Unfortunately since Hamilton had been sheriff the bad far outweighed the good and that included hiring this miserable little shit in front of him. However, things were definitely starting to look up. Hamilton was gone and now Robinson was alone. And Wilson didn’t like the young upstart at all. He thought he was a punk assed, snot-nosed - ass wipe who desperately needed every square inch of his punk assed, snot nosed – ass wipe of an ass kicked! But, that would have to wait because giving him the news about Hamilton took top priority and it was going to be a complete pleasure due to the fact that he hated them both.

“Sheriff Jones is in his office,” he said with a shit eating grin.
“Oh…um…what did you say?”
“What are you fucking deaf as well as stupid? I said Sheriff Jones is in his office. Oh wait just a minute…my bad…you don’t know. Well, it seems that Hamilton, you know the man whos’ ass you love to kiss (and probably lick) WAS FIRED! The new sheriff…Sheriff Jones…A black man (he said that with a huge grin) is in his office.”

He watched with the same smile as Robinson’s face paled. Oh yeah…this was going to be sweet. Robinson glared at him once, cleared his throat nervously and walked to the door marked SHERIFF. 

“Punk assed, snot nosed – ass wipe,” the seargent said under his breath. 
Robinson paused for a moment, glared at Wilson (again) and knocked. When he got no response, he opened the door and let himself in. 
Jason looked up sharply. On the desk was a new nameplate with his name on it and he had removed all of the old sheriffs pictures, posters and anything else that would have given people like Robinson comfort.

“Did I say you could come in?” He asked quietly.
“Um…hey Jason,” he began slowly.
“Since when are we on a first named basis? In fact, since when have you ever bothered to address me properly at all? And why are you doing it now? Oh I know! It’s because your buddy isn’t here anymore and now you fear for your job. Well…I was just going over your record and what is in front of me is clean.”
Deputy Robinson visibly relaxed. 

“That’s only because Hamilton never bothered to put any of your infractions down as record,” he continued. “However, me and the rest of the crew here have been keeping record. In fact, we’ve kept copies of every single complaint that has been made against you by the public and ourselves because we knew that Hamilton would never get rid of you.”

Deputy Robinson swallowed hard and his heart started hammering in his chest. His eyes followed Jason as he produced a thick folder from a draw and dropped it on his desk. It made a resounding ‘thud.’

“You see Robinson,” Jason smiled sweetly. “The town council saw fit to give the Mayor jurisdiction over our department. They relinquished all power to him. After the Mayor fired Hamilton, he hired me. Then, he saw fit to give me control over hiring and firing because he has enough on his plate right now. In fact, he has stuff on his plate that you helped put there.”

Deputy Robinsons face turned light pink and then beet red. “You black….”
The rest of the sentence never made it out of his mouth. In a flash, that would have put Superman to shame, Jason flew from around his desk, grabbed him by the shirt collar and slammed him against the far wall.

“You want to finish that sentence now?” He asked calmly.
He said nothing.
“Well then,” Jason said as he released his hold on him. “Deputy Philip Robinson you are as of this moment, fired! Give me your badge, your gun, clean out your locker and get out of my station!”

Robinson slowly handed over his gun and his badge, turned and ran into the desk seargent. He’d come in behind him right before Jason had slammed him into the wall.


“Oh Good!” Jason exclaimed. “Has the prisoner been processed Seargent Wilson?”
“Yes sir Sheriff,” He beamed. “Is there anything else I can do for you O Exalted One?”

“Jason raised an eyebrow, almost broke out laughing but, quickly recovered. “Yes…yes there is. Would you please escort Mr. Robinson down to the locker room and make sure he takes only what belongs to him? Confiscate his patrol car keys and show him the parking lot?”
“It would be my pleasure My Lord.” Wilson said with as straight a face as he could muster.

He bowed as low as his old age would permit, stood up slowly and took Robinson firmly by the elbow and through the door. He brought him to the back of the station, down the stairs and down the hall to their locker room. He watched as Robinson (almost in tears) put all of his belongings into a large green trash bag. Not a word was spoken between them. He followed him silently up the stairs and waited patiently while Robinson signed off on his patrol car keys. Then, he escorted him to the door, down the steps and out into the parking lot. Before Robinson started his car up he rolled down his window and looked at Seargent Wilson with pure hatred.

“Be happy with your darkie friend and all the other darkies who nest in this town ‘cause your happiness won’t last. He and all his kind are playing you. To them you are nothing but a stupid old white man who has turned against his own people and that’s the one thing that I agree with any of them on. I’m outta here…but don’t worry Wilson…we’ll meet again.”

His engine roared to life and he tore out of the parking lot before Seargent Wilson could respond. Robinson was right about one thing though…they would meet again and at their next meeting only one would walk away alive.

****

The next morning Billy woke up to a most lovely feeling down in his ass crack area while he lay on his stomach. He started to think that he was dreaming until he felt something very warm lick him between his cheeks. A tongue. Todds tongue! Suddenly he remembered where he was. He was deep in the woods somewhere in Georgia at Robbies cabin. And OH MAN was his ass feeling good! He spread his legs a little wider and faked a soft snore. More! He thought to himself. But, it stopped.


He felt Todd sliding sensuously up his back. “I know you’re awake,” he whispered softly in Billys ear. “You could never fool me…especially since you spread your legs so willingly for me.”

Billy giggled softly into the pillow and faked another soft snore.
“So you want to play it this way huh? Fine.”
He rolled him over and his eyes widened at Billys erection. It stood straight up.
“Mmmm,” Todd said wickedly. “Breakfast! Think I’ll dive right in!”
He opened his mouth and swallowed Billy right down to his pubics.
“Awwww shiiiit!” Billy groaned. His eyes flew wide open and his hands gripped the sheets.
“N-No f-fucking f-fair,” he moaned with delight.

Todd just sucked harder, swirling his tongue around all the spots on Billys cock that it could reach. As if that wasn’t enough, he reached under him and slowly inserted a finger into his tight asshole. Billy yelped and squirmed but the pleasure was far outweighing any pain he was feeling at the moment. Soon Todd has finger all the up Billys hole and he was gently massaging his prostate. It was driving Billy fucking wild with desire. His toes started to curl and his legs started to tense up. Plus, the pleasure that he was getting from Todds hot, moist mouth was the icing on the cake! He could feel the warm spit from Todds mouth as he slid his mouth up and down his shaft. It was an indescribable feeling of intense pleasure. His hole was gripping Todds finger like a fitted sheet but, Todd kept up the pace. In and out with the finger…up and down with his mouth. It wasn’t long before Billy came. One long stringy blast and three short ones, in a row, flooding Todds mouth with his sweet teen boy cream but Todd did not swallow it all.

He had a little surprise for Billy. He eased his finger out and his mouth off Billys cock. He crawled up his body, laid down on top of him and covered his mouth with his own so he could deposit some of his own cum down his throat. Billy wrapped his arms tightly around Todd and opened his mouth to him, surprised when Todd made the deposit. He’d tasted his own cum before but not so much in one shot. It was rather nice.

When the two settled down, Todd rolled them over onto their sides and just held him quietly.
“What about you?” Billy whispered in the morning sunlight.
“Huh?” Todd asked.
“I said what about you?”
Todd smiled slightly. “Don’t worry about me Billy. This morning it was all about you. I want to focus on your pleasure and your happiness for awhile okay?”
Billy looked at him thoughtfully. “Todd focusing just on me is not going to make your problems go away.”
“I know. But, focusing on you allows me to be happy ‘cause I know I’m making you happy.”

Billy leaned over and kissed him. They stayed like that for a few moments, in each others arms, until they broke the kiss. Then they just cuddled quietly and listened to sounds of the early morning as the world outside came alive.

****

“Over here Robinson!”

Phil Robinson turned around and saw Sheriff Hamilton sitting quietly on a rock. He was smoking a cigar and looking for all the world as if there was nothing wrong in his life. He’d contacted Robinson early this morning and told him to meet him at his favorite fishing spot. The same spot where Jason Jones’s father had died. 
He had caught Robinson before he headed off to work. He knew he would come. Robinson was like a son to him and it didn’t hurt that he was afraid of him too. He smiled with a genuine warmth as the young man approached him, shook his hand and sat down next to him.

“Morning Sheriff,” Phil said.
“Sheriff? Haven’t you heard? Mayor fired me but, that’s okay ‘cause I still have you on the inside.”
“Um…there’s something you should know,” Phil began slowly. “The new Sheriff fired me sir.”
Alan Hamilton sat there silently. The rage plain on his face. This was what scared Phil most of all about Alan Hamilton…when he was enraged and didn’t say a word. That usually meant big trouble for…well…whoever.

“Sooo,” he said slowly. “The acting sheriff is now the new sheriff…interesting. He fired you huh? Very interesting. The way I see it is we got to get even with all them people in charge who have done us wrong Phil. After all, I did tell the mayor and the new sheriff that I would be back and you know that I’m not one to go back on my word.”
“No sir,” Phil swallowed hard. “You’re not. But, what did you have in mind Sheriff?”
“First thing is you have got to stop calling me Sheriff…call me Alan,” he said with a chilling smile. “Hell! I’m a private citizen now same as you! By the way…how does that make you feel? I mean…being fired by a darkie and all?”
Phil Robinsons eyes narrowed and he felt his face grow hot with anger and humiliation. Anger at being upstarted by Jason and humiliation by being physically weaker than him.
“It’s not a good feeling at all Sher…I mean Alan. The only thing I want to do is get even with him and everyone involved in this mess. After all it’s a mess they created and they’re using us to mop it up.”
“That’s my boy!” He grinned heartily. “The Mayor is calling a press conference for later on this evening or early tomorrow evening. So then listen and listen good. ‘Cause here’s what we’re going to do.”

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