“An Akron Story”

I was born in Akron, Ohio just over thirty years ago. In fact, the hospital where I was born is not far from where I sit as I write this bit of my history. Most people think of Akron as a fly-over town, a factory town, but I’ve always loved it, and consider it an every man’s town.

My name is Dale Monroe, and with the exception of being gay, I was pretty much like every other boy who grew up in Akron. And because I never let anyone, and I mean not a single sole know I was gay, my friends all thought I was almost exactly like them. But then, who knows? Maybe a lot of them were also in the same gay closet as myself, and were only acting straight, and so I may have been more like a lot of them than I thought.

Part of my acting straight was to never do anything that might be considered gay. I was on my high school’s football team. I never took any sissy classes. I worked on cars, went fishing and hunting, and when I turned 21 I became a police officer in the city of Akron. Being a city cop is a very ‘butch’ job, and our chief plans to keep it that way. So if we have any other gays on the force they are as deep in the closet as myself, at least until about 5 years ago, because that was when I met Danny Lennar.

Like me, Danny had just turned 21 when he joined the force, although I was 26 by that same time, and a five year veteran. Danny was a skinny kid, but quite scrappy. And by that I mean he was never afraid of anyone. I know this to be true because I was assigned to be Danny’s trainer from the first day he was assigned to patrol. And because we have always gotten along so well, he’s been my patrol partner ever since. From the very beginning Danny was the kind of guy, who if we were called to respond to a 10-15 (Civil Disturbance), he would go after the biggest guy in the fight and put him on the ground. After that, no one else was anxious to mess with him.

But Danny was more than a great police officer. He was what women would call attractive or handsome. I’m more apt to call him cute. In fact, so cute, so innocently sexy that I felt like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the department to have him as my partner. Danny is 5’ 10” tall, and weighs in at a cool 149 pounds. He’s kind of a typical ‘corn fed’ boy with brown hair and blue eyes, but that where his typicalness ends, because his cuteness and sexiness is beyond all compare. And by that, I mean I wanted to hold, hug, and love on him from the moment I first laid eyes on him, and I’ve wanted to do that every time I’ve seen him since.

Everything was quite normal between Danny and me for the first year we were partnered. He was very attentive and intuitive, and so provided great back-up no matter the situation we faced. I’m sure I was the same for him, so we became buddies from his first day on patrol. We even went to a few after shift cop bars together, and on several fishing and hunting trips. So as far as our fellow cop buddies were concerned, we were just a patrol team like everyone else.

Then one night we were called to assist in an arrest that had gone bad in the downtown area. Officers Latham and Emerson had arrested a gay street walker that somehow ended up in a pretty serious scuffle. The fracas was mostly over when Danny and I arrived. Latham and Emerson had the boy on the ground with his hands cuffed behind his back, and yet were still in the process of making him sorry that he had ever been born.

I never liked that kind of unnecessary roughness, but when I saw that their prisoner was young, small, and scantily dressed, their unnecessary brutality really got to me. There was no way the boy could have had a weapon, or have been a threat to either Latham or Emerson. So I quickly concluded that Latham and Emerson were simply roughing the kid up because he was gay, and because they knew they could get away with it. Now, because I had seen some of their earlier work on other gay citizens I really got pissed off to the point that I took custody of their prisoner and threatened Latham and Emerson with a write-up if they complained.

After delivering the boy to Booking, I kind of thought that whole episode was over. It was only 10:00 pm when Danny and I left the station, so to me the night was still young, and so I was anxious to get back to our beat and play my part. But it was easy to see that Danny wasn’t his usual self. He had stopped talking. He seemed to be in a daze, and not paying his usual attention to our surroundings. In fact, he seemed to just sit in the passenger seat, keeping totally to himself. Finally I asked what was bothering him, and he answered without hesitation, “I know you don’t want to hear this, but that could have been me. Those guys beat that kid up because he’s gay, and for no other reason.”

I looked over to Danny and asked, “What do you mean, that could have been you?”

“It could have been me because I’m gay.”

I pulled over to the side of Broad Street, looked around, and then backed the patrol car into an ally as if to conceal it from passersby. Then I turned to Danny and asked, “Are you sure?”

“That’s a dumb question.” He said in a subdued voice. “Of course I’m sure.”

“But why are you telling me this?”

“Because I feel like I need to tell someone, and I really appreciated how you stood up for that kid.”

I just sat looking at Danny for several seconds before saying, “You know, I’ve always thought you were one brave officer, but this takes the cake.” Danny continued to sit silently, so I went on to say, “And I say that because I’m gay too, only I would never have volunteered that information had you not come out to me first.”

Danny continued to just sit, and when he finally spoke I could tell he was all choked up when he said, “You? You’re gay? I don’t believe it.”

“Well, don’t ever tell anyone, but I can assure you it’s true.”

Without ever facing me, Danny said, “You don’t know how happy that makes me. Because the truth is, I dream about you every night. I know that just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you’re attracted to me, nor that you might someday love me. Yet I dream that you do. I dream that you love me, and let me love you back every night before I fall asleep.”

Danny was still looking out his side window at a blank brick wall as he spoke those words, I think because he didn’t want me to see that he had tears. I wanted to grab and hug him, but instead I just looked at him for several seconds before asking, “Does all of this mean that I could kiss you?”

…

As simple as that was, that was the start of our romance. I kissed and hugged Danny that night, the one and only time I ever did that on duty. After that, all affections we showed each other were off duty. No one on the force ever had the slightest inkling that Danny and I were in love. But I loved Danny more than my own life, and I made sure he knew it.

For the first time in my life, I could tell the person I loved, that I loved him, and it felt great. Two weeks later Danny moved into my apartment. Everyone on the force simply thought we were convenient roommates who were just trying to save a buck where we could. But we became lovers, real lovers for the first time in both of our lives.

I was so happy that I thought things couldn’t get any better, at least until Danny met Marty Smith and Mitch Lowe. Marty and Mitch were real out front characters in our apartment building. Marty was a big friendly outgoing man, a kind of a bigger than life character. Mitch, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved, qualites I felt might be related to the fact that he was most likely Japanese. The one thing everyone seemed to know and accept about them, was that they were gay and very much in love with each other. Marty was all but constantly showing outward affection to Mitch, and Mitch seemed to soak Marty’s love in like a kittenish small boy. I actually liked them, but I also kind of ignored and avoided them until Danny moved in. And because Danny was Danny, Marty and Mitch soon became regular visitors to our apartment.

Marty and Mitch were 46 and 42 respectively, and owned an exclusive massage parlor in down town Akron. They must have made pretty good money, because they lived in the only luxury penthouse apartment in our building. They were always more than friendly, but at first I didn’t think Danny should get too close to them, especially after they offered to give him a free massage. Knowing how cute Danny was, their offer only made me suspicious of their motives. And so when I explained my concerns to Danny, he told Marty and Mitch that he would only accept their offer if they would make the same offer to me.

I had never had a message, and to tell you the truth the whole idea of strange men putting his hands all over my body really didn’t appeal to me. But because Danny really wanted to take them up on their offer, I finally gave in, thinking I would suffer through it for Danny’s sake.

I don’t think I could have been more nervous when I got in the elevator with Danny to go up to Mitch and Marty’s penthouse. But I was wrong, because I became even more nervous once we actually entered their penthouse’s living room. Marty and Mitch had everything all set up for us. They had two folding massage tables set side by side, but with the head of one of the tables lined up with the foot of the other. The room was only lit by candle light, but there must have been at least 15 to 20 candles scattered about the room. Soft music played in the background, and the room was quite warm. Marty and Mitch were both wearing matching silk kimonos, and I had the distinct feeling that they had nothing on under them. They told us to go into their bathroom and get undressed, then to wrap matching blue towels around our waist and return to their living room.

I felt quite embarrassed as I follow their instructions, but Danny seemed quite comfortable as he shed this clothes. Finally we walked back to their living room with their far too small blue towels wrapped around our hips. I positioned myself on one of the massage tables exactly as directed by Marty, while Danny mounted the other table as directed by Mitch, so soon we were both laying prone with our heads turned toward each other while our only covering was the very small blue towel laid across our butts. I remember feeling quite nervous, but I liked looking across to see Danny’s humpy butt cheeks looking so sexy, even while covered with that skimpy towel. Because the tables were so close, and because my head was at Danny’s feet I could look up under Danny’s towel to see the sexy curves of Danny’s butt cheeks, as well as into his butt crack, almost deep enough to make out the shadowy outlines of his anus.

Then Marty walked over to their entertainment center and turned up the music. A powerful orchestral piece suddenly filled the room. I’m not big on music, but I think it was Tchaikovsky or something equally moving. Then both Marty and Mitch began to move about the room with the music in flowing Swan Lake movements. And as they passed each other at the head of my massage table they both dropped their kimonos and let them float to the floor. That’s when I saw that they weren‘t naked, but rather they were both wearing matching Andrew Christian jockstraps when they floated to our massage tables to begin our massages.

Marty was a good looking man, and in quite good shape, while Mitch was all but petite, cute, and little boy like. Still, they both moved like a well-orchestrated team as they performed our massages like an intricately choreographed dance. It all started when they oiled us down. Every movement each of the men made seemed perfectly choreographed and synchronized to the music, as well as to each other’s moves.

Marty’s every touch to my body, every stroke of his well-oiled hands occurred at the precise moment that Mitch was doing the exact same thing to Danny. And it wasn’t just that Marty’s every move was sensual and erotic, but that I was able to watch as Mitch made the exact same moves on Danny’s sexy body.

My penis immediately erected beneath me, and I could only imagine that Danny was equally hard, especially, when at the exact same moment Mitch and Marty’s choreographed movements suddenly pulled the towels that were covering our butts away. I became even more turned on when Marty and Mitch began to massage our butts. My cock boned right up, and I knew Danny’s must have done the same. But that wasn’t the end of Marty and Mitch’s surprise, because in cadence to the music, both of our anuses were penetrated. It was a quick in, a wiggle around, and then out, but it was such a turn-on that I almost came. My wondering about the condition of Danny’s cock came to an end when I saw for myself the instant Marty and Mitch had both Danny and me turn onto our backs, as that was when I saw for sure that Danny was actually more erect than I had ever seen him.

I don’t know if it was because we were cops, or if it just wasn’t in their plan, but there was never any actual sex. Still, I felt my entire body had been worked over by the time our massages had been completed. And because Marty and Mitch sent Danny and me home with boners, Danny and I had extra great sex that night.

…

Danny and I continued to be friendly with Marty and Mitch. Besides visiting each other’s apartments from time to time, we also began to go out to dinner with them. And because they were both great cooks, we also began to eat extravagant meals with them in their penthouse.

Of course Danny and I were getting closer and closer with each passing day. But because our relationships was rather unconventional I had no way to gage just how close we were getting. We were kissing and hugging every time we had a private moment. And we were regularly sucking each other to orgasm every time we made it to the sanctity of our bed. So it only seemed natural, that after we had lived together for about three months that I asked Danny to marry me. I thought I might be moving too fast for Danny, but when he gave me an enthusiastic YES, I felt so relieved that I almost fainted.

Now you may think all would have gone well after that, but that was when I started to get nervous about the details of us getting married. I was nervous about telling my parents I was gay. I was nervous about the guys on the force finding out that Danny and I were not only gay, but were having ‘nasty’ gay sex with each other. In fact, I became so nervous and worried that I could hardly function at work or even around our apartment, something that not only Danny noticed, but also Mitch and Marty. In fact, it became so bad that Marty suggested that I not only needed another massage, but a special relaxing massage. Even though I had very much enjoyed our first massage, I refused. I don’t know why I refused, but I did.

Fortunately Marty wouldn’t take NO for an answer, and so once again Danny and I found ourselves in Marty and Mitch’s penthouse bathroom under orders to get undressed and report to Marty and Mitch’s massage tables with what seemed like the same skimpy blue towels as our only covering. Only that time when we entered the massage room we were not only confronted with a room full of candles, but matching enema bags were hanging over each massage table. The very sight of the enema bags took my breath away, and so I started to protest. But Danny climbed right up on his massage table, so I felt that I had to do the same. Danny laid prone, and spread his legs enough that I was able to look up his butt and actually see his anus in the dark shadows of his butt cheeks.

My first thought, was unlike me, Danny had never before experienced an enema, and so he didn’t know what was in store for him as he eagerly positioned himself on his massage table. But because I had experienced more than a few enemas while growing up, so I had no doubt as to what was about to happen to us, and so was all but paralyzed with anxiety as I watch Danny stretch out and make himself comfortable.

Now I realize that many of you will find this hard to believe, but even though Danny and I were regularly sucking each other off by that point in our relationship, we were both still anal virgins. Yet just seeing Danny laying there with his cute little buns held so tautly while looking so provocatively cute, I felt obligated to take the very same stance as I felt my cock immediately erecting beneath me.

The music volume rose to once again fill the room as Marty and Mitch floated about in their Kimonos. I turned my head so I could see Danny and watch as Mitch slathered his body with scented oils as Marty did the same to me. And once again our necks, backs, buttocks, thighs, calves, and feet were worked over to the music until we were both fully relaxed.

But that was only the beginning, because that was when I saw Mitch slowly work his extended index finger up Danny’s asshole while feeling Marty doing the same to my asshole. Danny moaned in ecstasy as I felt Marty’s finger working deep in my rectum. It was as if I was feeling everything in my asshole at the exact same moment that Danny was feeling it in his, and when the music crescendoed, the finger in my asshole began to dance over my prostate, bring me to the brink of orgasm. I looked over to Danny and knew he was loving the sensations Marty’s finger was bringing to his asshole as much as I was loving what Mitch’s finger was doing in my asshole. My dick hardened even more with all I saw, mainly because I knew that Danny was watching everything that was happening to me while he was feeling everything that was happening to him at the exact same moment.

And then the tempo of the music changed, the fingers were withdrawn, and the tips of the enema hoses were placed against both of our anuses at the exact same moment as new and more spirited music filled the room. They were identical hoses, but they were in no way ordinary enema hoses as they had a large round knob at their very tip. As mentioned before, my mother had given me several enemas when I was a boy, but none of her enema hoses looked anything like what was twisting against our anuses in cadence to the music that filled the room. And then, just as the music came to another crescendo, the enema hose knobs entered our anuses, and I could tell by the look on Danny’s face that he suddenly felt his hose knob push through his anus and slide up into his rectum.

Marty and Mitch looked at each other while placing their hands on the clamps that held back our enema solutions. And then as if ordered by the music, they opened the clamps to begin our enemas at the precise same moment.

I looked to Danny as soon as I felt the warm enema solution squirting up my butt. His eyes were closed. Yet by the smile on his face I knew he was in a state of erotic ecstasy. Marty and Mitch dropped their kimonos while dancing in gliding circles as they swooped past each other to change tables. So soon it was Mitch who was once again clad only in an Andrew Christian jockstrap, who was sliding the enema hose in and out my asshole while I watch Marty doing the same to Danny. I felt the knob tip of that enema hose moving back and forth over my prostate in cadence with the music. And I felt my rectum expanding as it filled with a very stimulating solution. All of that felt quite wonderful, but the whole experience was made even more wonderful because I knew Danny was feeling the very same sensations I was feeling at the very same moment, and that those feelings were turning him on to a point that I could only see sublime bliss on his face as his rectum and colon filled in unison with mine.

It wasn’t until that moment that Marty and Mitch, while only wearing their jockstraps, climbed on our massage tables so they could settle their bare butt cheeks on the backs of our thighs. And I continued to watch as Marty began to rock his body fore and aft to the cadence of the music while holding the enema hose up against his pubis, thereby fucking Danny’s enema filled rectum with the enema hose as Mitch fucked my butthole in the exact same manner, an action that constantly moved the enema hose’s knob back and forth over our prostates until we both came, powerfully and uncontrollably, a moment when Danny opened his eyes and looked to my eyes as he opened his mouth wider than I had ever seen him open his mouth before. So while looking into each other’s eyes I knew that Danny was also in orgasmic ecstasy at the exact same moment as myself.

All I can say, is that that was one magical moment. And instead of feeling nervous about getting married, all I could think about was getting to a drug store so I could buy Danny and me an enema bag of very our own. And because of that shared moment my premarital jitters became a thing of the past, mainly because, from that moment on I knew there was a lot more to gay sex than just kissing and cock sucking, and I wanted to experience it all with Danny, and I didn’t care who knew.

The end