Guy came home late one evening. Alex had already gone to bed, but woke when Guy climbed in next to him. Alex could feel the tension of Guy’s body.
“Tough day?” asked Alex as he took Guy’s cock into his mouth.
“Getting better now.”
“Tell me about it” said Alex around the swelling organ.
“You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full. Not that I want you to stop what you’re doing.” Alex continued his happy slurping.
“Alright, I’ll try to keep enough focus to tell you about my day. Oooh, that’s good right there. Anyway, you wouldn’t believe how poorly the average citizen provides evidence. I’ve spent the better part of two weeks sifting through conflicting reports made to the police and FBI. You have no idea what it’s like being part of a criminal investigation.”
Alex lovingly sucked and nibbled on Guy’s cock all the while Guy spoke. At the last comment, however, he took Guy’s cock out of his mouth, kissed it gently, then putting it aside with some regrets, sat up and faced Guy. “Au contraire, my half Gallic lover. I did, in fact, provide evidence to no less than the FBI.”
“When?” uttered Guy in disbelief.
“When I was a senior in college.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I was sworn to secrecy, but seeing as how we’re engaged and all — see I haven’t forgotten — I’ll tell you.”
Guy settled in for a long story.
“I wasn’t always the sophisticated, urbane, socially mature individual you know and have come to love. I see you scoff, but, alas, it is true. I entered my senior year of college a frightened, shy, closeted, lonely child. While I masturbated continually, I had not ever had any contact with another person. I knew how excited I got when I saw some of the guys around campus. I tried not to gawk in the gym or on those rare sunny days when the shirts came off. I was dying of hunger in the middle of a banquet, but was too afraid to reach out.”
“You poor dear. Of course that explains some of your manic sexual activity since” speculated Guy.
“My cousin had lent me his car for the semester while he was overseas. It gave me mobility, so I thought perhaps if I could venture out, away from where I was known, maybe I could make an initial contact. I went out one night to a gay club near the State University. Not too far, but not too close, or so I thought. I had only been there a short while, hiding in the deepest shadows, when two men I knew walked in, Mr. Marcus and Professor Stephenson. Mr. Marcus ran the business office at the college and taught an accounting class. Professor Stephenson, usually called ‘Cal’, was a new professor and he was substituting for my advisor who had taken a leave due to an illness. I thought ‘holy shit’, if these guys are gay, maybe I could talk with them. Just as I had about worked up my nerve to talk to them, a bunch of guys from my college showed up and starting talking with them first. I panicked and ran out the back way. I just wasn’t ready to be that exposed. While I sat despairing in the car, Mr. Marcus and Cal walked right past me. They stopped and kissed, I mean really kissed. I threw a boner on the spot. They got into their car and drove off. I knew Cal lived with Mr. Marcus, so I followed them back to school, thinking I could catch them alone. I had to park back near my dorm so it took me a little while to get to Mr. Marcus’s house, it was just off campus. It took me a while to work up the courage, but I did go up on the porch and was about to knock when someone inside made a noise. I’d recognize it now, having known you, Guy, but then, it was kind of scary. I looked inside the window and saw Cal and Mr. Marcus going at it. I mean wild, wonderful sex. Furniture flying, ass pounding, full on sex. I was terrified and incredibly aroused at the same time. I ran back to my dorm, beat off several times and tried to pretend I hadn’t seen anything.
“As interesting as your early identity crisis is, what has it to do with giving evidence to the FBI?” Guy asked wanting an end to the story and a return to the loving.
“In due time, impatient one. Don’t worry, you’ll get what’s coming to you. Anyway, a couple of weeks later, Mr. Marcus died. I felt awful, for him and for Cal, since I knew they were lovers. I went to the memorial service they had, the Provost, Dr. Waldheim gave a very moving eulogy. I was pretty upset and had lost my chance to talk with Mr. Marcus about me. Later that afternoon as I was about to go into a class, one of the administration staff stopped me and asked me to go see the Provost. Dr. Waldheim was a nice enough person, but hell, he was the real head of the college. I couldn’t imagine what he might want to see me about. I even thought that maybe he knew about me, my secret. Yes, by your expression I can see you thought I was a real mess, and I guess you’d be right. I get called into the Provost’s office and there are these FBI agents. I was terrified and lost it. Dr. Waldheim was really nice to me, but when they asked me what I knew about Mr. Marcus and Cal, I fell apart. I had to tell them what I had seen and also why I was there peeking in the window. It was awful.”
“But you did your civic duty. Whatever became of the case?
“That’s not even the whole case. The FBI agent told me a student was missing and somehow it involved Mr. Marcus’s death and Cal Stephenson. That’s when things got weird. Cal Stephenson was never seen again. The student, Samir a student from overseas somewhere, never returned. After a few weeks, the FBI agents that had swarmed the campus disappeared and no mention was made of the whole thing ever again.”
“That’s it? That’s your testimony to the FBI?”
“Yes, it never went anywhere.”
“I wonder if the case is still on the books? I could check the system. Hmmm, interesting.”
“Oddly, it did help me out in the end. Dr. Waldheim took an interest in me.” Guy looked at Alex with raised eyebrows. “Not like that, you pervert. He greeted me when we passed, sat at the same table at lunch, stuff like that. One time at lunch he invited to our table the professor who advised the GLBT group on campus. We got to talking. A few minutes later, several of the students I was pretty sure were gay came and sat with us. All of a sudden, I was part of their group. And thus you see the result, the well-adjusted, loveable me.”
***
“I’ve got a treat for you” Guy teased when he came home from work.
“Since you’ve still got your pants on, I’m assuming it’s not the usual treat” Alex replied sarcastically.
“That treat will be brought out later. I have another treat.” Guy opened his brief case and took out a thick file of papers.
“That” indicating the file “does not look like a treat to me” Alex complained.
“It’s the file, the file of the case where you gave testimony.”
“No shit. How did you get it?”
“Well, one of the privileges of working in the DA’s office is you can ask for case material. No one much cares about the ‘unsolved case files’ so I asked for it and a few days later here it is.”
Alex called out for Chinese food to be delivered so they could read as they ate. They sat down at the dining room table and began pouring over the file.