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NOTE: For
the remainder of the segments in this story, I’m posting one at 6:00 a.m. each
Thursday. Once the five-parter is finished, I’ll revert to my 1irst and third
Thursday schedule.
Last
episode, Hawk and Wolverine, a man named Brit Guerrero met face to face. In
fact, when we left them, they were in Hawk’s house sizing one another up. What
in the world will come of it? Read on.
*****
HUNTINGHAWK AND WOLVERINE
“After I shot you and
stripped you, I thought seriously about fucking you. But I don’t get off on
passed out partners.”
“I’m thankful for your
sensitivity,” Hawk said wryly.
“Don’t be. I knew I’d
have to kill you if I did. Thought you might be more interesting alive.”
“Mistake, Wolverine. I’m
the one gonna bust you. I’m making you a promise. I’ll get you. I haven’t told
anybody I know who you are, and I’m not going to,” Hawk said. “Because I’m
going to be the one who gets you locked up for a long time.”
“You’ll try, but you
won’t make it. But I don’t want to talk about that. I like you, Hawk. Let’s
talk about what you did to that Mexican.”
“That Mexican, as you
call him, was a decent kid. And if we did anything, it was private.”
‘You did something, Hawk.
And I sure would like to have been a fly on the wall. That would have been
something to see?”
“You like to watch guys screw
women too?”
“Naw, I like to screw not
watch. But there’s something about you. You’re all man. Handsome, built… but
there’s something there. I think you turned that kid every way but loose.”
“But you’ll never know,
will you?”
“Aw, come on. I opened up
to you. Only fair you do the same.”
“Not interested in being
fair, Wolverine. Just in taking you down.”
“Well, you won’t. But I
admit I get a charge out of you. Just can’t figure out what we’d do if we got
it on. I mean, I get the feeling we’d both be after the same thing.”
“I’m not after anything
of yours?”
“Oh yeah?” the man said,
standing suddenly. “Wanna measure?”
Hawk rose. “Wouldn’t want
to embarrass you.”
Wolverine walked
aggressively around the table and grabbed Hawk’s crotch. The grope became a
caress.
Hawk shrugged. “Like you
say, what are we going to do?”
“We’ll figure out
something,” Wolverine answered, licking his handsome lips and panting a little.
He clawed Hawk’s shirt open and laid a hand against his naked breast. “What the
fuck?” the man said to himself. “What is it about you Hawk? I never fooled
around with a man before!”
“Neither had I until…” Hawk
allowed his voice to die. Damn, he’d made an admission.
Wolverine’s eyes blazed. “I
knew it! How was the little fucker in bed?”
Hawk met his gaze. “Like
nothing I’ve ever had before. Better than any woman.”
“Shit!’ the other man
said, fumbling with Hawk’s sweat cutoffs. “I knew it! I almost came down and
got him myself until I saw you move. Shit, Hawk!” It was a muted plea. Against
his better judgment, Hawk made no move to stop the man from stripping him. As
he stepped from his shorts, Hawk submitted to Wolverine’s hungry examination. “Damn,
you’re handsome. Bet the girls go crazy. Bet the little Mexican did, too. What’d
he do for you?”
Hawk reached for his
shorts. Wolverine gripped his wrist aggressively. Hawk froze, his hackles
rising. The man released him.
“Sorry. Just… let me look.
Touch, maybe.”
Hawk shrugged and stood
without moving while Wolverine examined him like a cook poking a porker. Wolverine
stood close behind him, his hands still busy.
“Man…man, I want…I want…”
Wolverine mumbled. Suddenly, he tore off his own clothing and leaned against
Hawk. “Do something to me, Hawk?”
“What?”
“Anything. I don’t care. I
just… I just want to do something with you. Touch me, man!”
Hawk turned into his
embrace and surprised the man, pulling his head forward and covering his lips
with his own. Wolverine gasped and then submitted. In moments, he was kissing
back, his tongue exploring, brushing against Hawk’s, seeking, plunging. When
they parted, there was a perplexed look in the man’s eyes.
“My God!” he mumbled. “Didn’t
know men did that. Shit, what am I saying? I don’t know anything.”
Hawk backed off. “Then
why.…”
“Because of you, you good-looking
bastard!” Wolverine pulled him close again. “I’ve never wanted a man before! I’ve
never noticed a man’s muscles , but the way they play in your back when you
walk… it gets to me. I’ve never looked at a man’s fly and wanted to see what’s
behind it. And it all started that day you put your arm around that kid and he
put his arm around your naked body. I knew you were just supporting one
another, but it set me on fire! Dammit, do something, Hawk! Do something!”
Hawk did. He pushed the
naked man into the living room and bent him over the back of an overstuffed
chair. Ignoring first the protests and then cries of pain that morphed into shrieks
of ecstasy he laid into the hunky man submitting to him. He worked up a sweat,
but he kept on thrusting, driving himself resolutely toward ejaculation. He
only faltered when he realized he wanted… needed this as much as Wolverine. But
he recovered and resumed his assault. It slowly penetrated his brain that
Wolverine was crying for more. So he gave him more until that moment arrived, and
he reached orgasm. Wolverine’s climax was right behind his.
Loud grunts and groans subsided
into gasps for air and panting. Finally, Hawk couldn’t resist taunting the
other man.
“Was that what you
wanted, Wolverine.
“Damn, can’t you even
call me Brit… at least when we’ve just moved mountains?”
“Did your mountain move?
Mine’s sitting right over yonder where it’s always been.”
Wolverine swiped at his
damp chest and reached for his clothes. “Yeah, right. They moved all right,
both of them. You were shouting as loud as I was.”
“Maybe… Brit.”
“There you go, you can
say it. We gonna do that again?”
“Not tonight.”
“I’ll take that as a
promise.”
“Brit… Wolverine, I’m
making you only one promise. I’m gonna take you down.”
The other man smiled and
touched Hawk’s shoulder. “So long as you take me down the way we just did, that’s
a deal.” Then his face half-clouded. “I can’t believe I let you do that. What
are you, a fucking witch? Shit, Hawk, you better not ever tell anyone, or I’ll
kill you… for real this time.”
After Wolverine left, Hawk
pulled on his sweat-cutoffs and T-shirt before sitting down at the computer. Within
minutes, he copied down Brit Guerrero’s address and telephone number on a scrap
of paper. As he sat back considering what had happened and grappled with how he
felt about it, Hawk’s eyes fell on his boots. Damn! How was he going to explain
how he recovered his boots?
*****
Looks
like Hawk took control of the situation, and Wolverine left having second
thoughts about what he'd submitted to. Does that worry Hawk? I guess not, he was
thinking of how he could explain the return of his stolen boots when we last
saw him.
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Mark
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