To Love A Hitman

by Randell Mccreary

  I bathed each of his balls with my tongue, and felt his muscular legs curl around me, holding my entire body in place. I could feel his leg muscles quivering, and knew I needed to get to work. I took each testicle in my mouth and sucked lightly, then moved to his shaft. As I licked upwards, the quivering in his leg muscles grew stronger, and his hands had stopped everything except guiding my head.

  When I reached the crown, I licked around it, then lapped up the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Carter’s back was beginning to arch, and his breathing had become ragged. When I took the head in my mouth, he couldn’t hold off any longer. He sent a gusher of warm liquid into my mouth. I continued sucking him until the spraying stopped, then sat up and grinned.

  Carter lay back on the bed, looking completely spent. I slid up the bed and kissed him lightly. He responded with a soft kiss, and we lay still against each other until our breathing had settled down. “Let me take care of you, too,” Carter said quietly.

  “That’s not what I want right now, unless you need it.” My reply seemed to puzzle him, so I continued. “What I want right now is you inside me.

  Carter smiled, and lifted me up so I was sitting on his crotch facing him. “I want to watch you,” he told me. I wanted to be watched, and watching him at the same time was making me horny. I could feel him getting hard as he rubbed himself against my ass. He saw liquid gathering at the head of my penis, and smiled. “You’re gonna blow, aren’t you?” he asked me. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head.

  Eventually he pulled a condom from his nightstand, and had me raise up so he could dress himself. He lubed his fingers and sought out my hole. There was almost no burning when the first finger entered me, nor with the second. When his third finger joined the first two, I started twisting my body in a combination of pain and pleasure. I felt full, and started to object when he withdrew his hand, and positioned his erection under me.

  “Take a ride,” he said playfully, exactly what I wanted. Little by little, I slowly impaled myself on him. He was average-sized, maybe five or six inches, and he was quickly completely seated inside me. I moved my body back and forth, feeling him move with me. Then I raised myself an inch, and dropped back down. I repeated that, until I couldn’t take it any longer. Apparently, neither could he.

  The next time I brought myself down, Carter arched his back and thrust upward. I raised the speed, and so did he. Soon I was riding a bucking bull, and felt him fill the condom inside me. That got me off, too, and streams of white decorated his pecs and abs. This was the best sex I’d had in a long time.

  I let him soften inside me before pulling away, and lying down next to him, face to face. He sighed and gave me a tender kiss, and I kissed him back. Without another word, his strong arms held me, his muscular legs wound around me. I let out a contented sigh, and he exhaled with a quiet whistle. We both fell asleep almost immediately.

  We were still entangled when I woke up. It was about six a.m., but sunlight was already pouring through the windows. I tried to extract myself from the Carter straitjacket without waking him up, but failed. As I was taking a leak, I heard two voices saying “Oh, Shit!” Carter rushed past me, and took a two-minute shower. Josh was next. Neither bothered shaving, or taking care of the other morning rituals I followed, but yelled to me on their way out the door, “See you on the beach.”

  I was tempted to go back to sleep, but since I was on Spring Break and could sleep back home, I put on my bathing suit and a T-shirt. I put my phone, a credit card and some money in a small fanny-pack, and made sure the door was locked before I left.

  I had the whole day to myself if I wanted, but being alone was my every-day experience at college. I went toward the beach, and found a twenty-four-hour fast food joint, and got a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich and a cup of coffee. I picked up a local newspaper, and saw the headline read Sunlight Water Park Closing. After reading the article, I did a quick internet search on my phone, then made a quick call. The guy wasn’t pleased with being awakened from a sound sleep, but that was his problem. I gave him instructions and hung up.

  In front of the hotel where I’d had a reservation, I found a taxi stand. I told the driver to charge me by the hour, at least four hours, and told him where to go. I heard him mumbling about “Turistas locos,” so I replied “Turista pagando.” That’s paying tourist in Spanish. No more complaints. On my way back to the beach, I called the guy again. He was much more pleasant this time.

  It was about eleven when I got back, so I grabbed a burger and drink at the McFood shop, and headed toward the beach. It was wall-to-wall people, most my age, most drinking, or dancing, or trying to pick up somebody of the opposite sex. I found a place to rent a chair, and set it up near a large group of partying young adults. My minor is Anthropology, and I was interested in observing mating habits.

  The girls were all in various colors and patterns of bikinis. My first observation was that the larger the girl, the smaller the bikini. In a few cases, I couldn’t see any part of the bikini, which was entombed in rolls of fat. All of the guys, without exception, were wearing board shorts. The interactions were fascinating.

  Guys were talking up the girls, and trying to bribe them with beer. I overheard one young man tell an attractive girl that if she’d flash her boobs, he’d give her another beer. She negotiated, and got two beers. After she flashed him, another girl showed up and sat next to the flasher. The new girl was introduced as the flasher’s girlfriend, and got the second beer.

  After watching the pathetic attempts by both girls and guys to hook up, I walked down to the shoreline. I found Josh first, surrounded by more men than women. He was flirting more with the women, and I guess that made sense. Guys can get pissed off at a dick tease; girls are more willing to play along.

  I finally made my way, step by step, up to the chair. “Hey, Josh!” He looked straight at me. “If I told you I was drowning, would you give me mouth to mouth?”

  He had his reply ready. “More like dick to mouth,” he said, and the crowd was pointing at me and laughing.

  “That works, too,” I told him. He laughed it off, and went back to flirting with the girls. It was time for his noon break, and another lifeguard relieved him so he could eat. I followed a crowd of girls, and a few guys, trailing behind Josh, trying to get his attention. He got to a hot dog stand on the boardwalk, ordered, and sat at a table. The other chairs were occupied immediately.

  “What do lifeguards wear under their swimsuits?” The girl was stroking his arm with one hand, tugging at his red board shorts with the other. Josh stood, and lowered his swimsuit enough to show the waistband of his boxer-briefs. “We want to see more,” the girl said, and the rest of the crowd cheered.

  “OK, but just once,” he replied. He stood up, lifted the hem of his leg up about an inch, then let it fall back. The crowd was catcalling and groaning at the same time. After he sat down, he told the crowd he had only a few minutes to eat, and then had to get back to work. More groans, and most of the girls left. The four or five guys, plus me, stayed.

  “The girls are gone, now you can show us something,” said a boy of about eighteen, not a hair visible on his body below his shaggy locks. Josh just stared at them, and the guys went away, looking for underage beer. I remember those days.

  I didn’t sit down, not wanting to interrupt his meal. He invited me to sit, so I bought my own lunch from the vendor. “Why did you guys go tearing out so early?” I asked him.

  He took another swallow of his drink, and said, “We’re supposed to start combing the beach for dead bodies at six-thirty.” I laughed, but he continued. “Seriously, we have to search the entire beach for illegal fires, vehicles parked on the sand, comatose partiers, and dead bodies. Last year we found two people who had died of alcohol poisoning. Nothing so far this year, but the season is young.”

  I shut up at that point, and ate my lunch. The idea of dying on the beach from having drunk too much was scary. I was careful with my drinking, but from time
to time, I don’t watch it carefully enough, and wake up in bed with a stranger. I’m afraid that one of these days, I just won’t wake up.

  I let Josh get back to work, intending to return to my observations of mating behaviors. Instead, I answered my phone. “I’m gonna kill you, Noah. We just got out of jail, after using every dime we had to pay our fines. What should we do now?”

  “Hello, Stan. How was your first day of Spring Break?” I was waiting for the second explosion, just not from Larissa.

  “We’re going to find you, and make you regret this. You might as well tell us where you are, because we’re going to find you eventually. And, when we do, you can kiss your sex life good-bye.” I think that’s what she said, it was difficult to understand the .words through the screaming.

  “I’ll save you the trouble. Just look for lifeguard station right in front of the hotel. You remember the hotel, right? The one where I paid the bill and you locked me out?” There was more screaming. I waited for it to stop, but she evidently handed the phone to Mack.

  “Why are you such an asshole?” Aha, a question I can answer.

  “We’ve hung out together since freshman year. I’m always the extra one, the fifth wheel, the one who gets left behind. You three have been bullying me now for almost four years, saying it was all in fun. It just wasn’t fun for me.

  “You just got a taste of what my last four years have been like. Get used to it; I’m done being bullied.” I hung up without waiting for a reply.

  Chapter Three

  I bought a plastic cup of beer, and wandered back to my chair. I was surprised it was where I had left it. I found Carter at the station in front of the infamous hotel, waved to him, and set my chair in the sand between Carter and the water. He stood up in his chair a couple of times to look around. The second time he blew his whistle and yelled at some who were rough-housing in the surf, holding a girl down while the waves covered her. Otherwise, it was entirely uneventful.

  I called my guy again a couple of times, did some research on the net, then covered myself in suntan lotion and took a nap. I was rudely awakened by somebody pulling me forcefully from my chair, and somebody else putting his fist halfway through my stomach once I was upright. I could vaguely see Larissa getting ready to kick me in the crotch, when she screamed and fell down.

  Mack and Stan saw that it was a girl who had decked Larissa, looked at each other, and nodded. One went to her right, one to her left, and they charged. Carter jumped down from his chair, I assumed to intervene. No, he just wanted a closer vantage point. We watched as Steph put both guys into the sand, head first. At the same time.

  “Anybody else want a piece of me?” she challenged the crowd. Meanwhile, Carter was calling the beach patrol. They showed up less than a minute later, and looked over the miscreants.

  “You again?” asked the older one. “You’re still making trouble. Got any money on you? If not, you’re facing vagrancy charges as well as assault on a lifeguard.” They were the same two who had arrested my “friends” yesterday. I couldn’t help laughing as they were hauled away in handcuffs.

  Stephanie interrupted my mirth. “Do you want to press charges?” I had to think that one over.

  “Nah, their parents will pay their fines and figure out how to get them home.” She nodded, and went to leave. “Oh, thank you for saving me from a beating there.” She nodded again, and climbed into the chair to start her shift.

  Carter walked up and hugged me. “You’d think they’d learn not to mess with you,” he observed. “But, maybe they’re slow learners.” He took my hand and we started toward the boardwalk, when we heard what sounded like a gunshot, and an emergency call came in over his radio.

  “All available security to lifeguard station nine. All available security to lifeguard station nine.” Carter dropped my hand, and flew across the sand to the south. I followed as quickly as I could, but one of us isn’t a committed athlete with muscles to spare. That one was me.

  I understood his actions when I figured out that station nine was Josh’s post. Josh was lying still on the sand, blood pouring from his head. Two jocks in board shorts were holding down a skinny white guy; a third was holding a gun. I got the doc’s business card out of my fanny pack and called him.

  He grabbed a ride with a responding security unit, and jumped off before it had stopped. “I’m a doctor, let me through.” He didn’t look much like a doctor, probably because he was still carrying the bottle with the pour spout. But, security knew him, and let him through.

  The skinny white guy was yelling and struggling, but the jocks had him in a death grip. A beach security officer took possession of the gun, which looked ridiculously small to me. He was screaming that Josh had raped his boyfriend. I walked over to him, keeping a safe distance from his thrashing legs. Which stopped thrashing once a security woman put handcuffs on his ankles.

  “Is Frank your boyfriend?” I asked the shooter.

  In the midst of more obscenities than I could spell, I made out an affirmative answer.

  “Anything that happened was consensual. Asshole. Your problem isn’t with Josh, it’s with Frank. If you ever get out of jail, talk to him.” I turned to see the doc standing up, his face was serious, but not extremely so. He was speaking to Carter.

  “Ambulance is on its way. The idiot climbed the chair and held the gun to Josh’s head. He evidently didn’t know that about half of all bullets fired at someone’s head from point blank range bounce off. The skull is incredibly resilient. I think he’ll be OK, but he needs a workup at a hospital. Good luck.”

  Security gave the doc a lift back to his tent, and an ambulance stopped on the boardwalk, maybe two hundred yards away. A team of medics was carrying a gurney, trotting across the sand. They hooked up some stuff to Josh, while security asked questions of witnesses. A replacement lifeguard had already arrived, and Carter started running after the stretcher.

  There was some sort of argument going on at the ambulance. Carter was insisting he had to ride with Josh, the medics were not letting him go with them. I yelled to Carter to follow me, I’d drive him. We got to my old Hyundai wagon, and I Told Carter to get in front. “I need you to navigate, not drive in your emotional state. He got in and told me how to get to the nearest hospital.

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  When I’d parked the car, and gone into the emergency room, Carter was in a confrontation with a nurse. “I’m his brother, let me through.” The nurse was having none of that. She told him to shut up, sit down, or risk arrest.

  Before he could explode, I took his arm and led him to a seat. I let him fume and fuss for a while, then asked if he wanted a drink. He perked up. “Soft drink. There’s a machine around the corner.” Carter was a bit disappointed, but thanked me when I brought him a cold cola.

  “Can I trust you not to tear the place apart while I hit the bathroom?” He nodded his head. I went into the restroom, and made a call. I also took a leak; you never know when you’re gonna get another chance. When I got back to the waiting area, a man in a white coat was talking with Carter, who had tears in his eyes. I feared the worst, but they were tears of relief.

  He saw me, and gave me a bear hug. I’m not sure he knows any other kind. “Josh will be OK. They’re admitting him, and then we can go and see him.”

  The white coat spoke up. “Family only, I’m afraid. Your friend will have to wait here.”

  “Noah is Josh’s fiancé. Is that family enough?” Carter had pulled that one ex rectum extractus, as the Romans used to say. That was good enough for white coat, who turned out to be a Physician’s Assistant. He explained to me that my “fiancé” had a concussion, and the ER doc wanted him held for observation. I agreed that it was best.

  Carter phoned his folks, and told them about the shooting. He said that Josh should be OK, and by the time his parents got there, he’d be out of the hospital. No, he didn’t know if Josh could go back to work. No, he didn’t have insurance. Yes, it’s going to be a mother of a bill.
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  Carter and I went upstairs when they called us. The ward nurse told us not to upset Josh, they needed to keep his blood pressure in check. She stood at the door and watched us as we greeted Josh. I gave him a romantic kiss and called him ‘Darling.’ I guess that was convincing enough for the nurse, but it shocked the shit out of Josh.

  “I had to tell them Noah was your fiancé or they wouldn’t allow him up. Anyway, Mom and Dad have been called. I’ll get them on the phone for you if you want, but I’d advise you to wait until tomorrow. Neither you nor they need to get upset right now.” Carter hugged his brother, and proved he could give a hug that wasn’t bone-crushing.

  We talked about stuff and nothingness for a while. I told Josh the shooter was Frank’s boyfriend, who thought Josh had raped him. Josh chuckled at that. “It was more than consensual. Any more consensual, and he would have been raping me.” Carter and I laughed politely, and then our visiting time was up.

  I treated Carter out to dinner, and we headed back to his room. “If it’s all right with you, I’d rather not fool around tonight.” I agreed with Carter. Too much had happened today, and we were hardly lovers. We each had a beer, and slept in separate beds.