Men of the New Moon

Jimmy's Bar & Grill
Later that same evening, 6:30 pm.

Pete walked into his kitchen wondering why he wasn't smelling supper cooking. Then he saw the note from his wife, Peggy. "Just a reminder, I'm at choir practice tonight. Me and the girls went to Tilly's instead of cooking. (I knew you wouldn't remember. You never do.)" It was signed with a big lipstick kiss at the bottom. Pete smiled at his crazy wife. "So what do I do now," he said out loud. After what just happened, he needed a drink and some good food. "So Jimmy's it is." He walked out the back door, got in his car, and drove over to Jimmy's Bar & Grill. A relatively new place in town, Jimmy's opened just about a year ago. Jimmy Lund wasn't new to town but this was his first restaurant and from all the gossip about his new business, it was quite good.

Pete was glad to see that for a new place, it was pretty packed. "Train people," explained Junior, the bartender. "Brings in good business with people returning home from St. Paul. Though it's weird not to know any of them. Seeing as how this is a small town, I expect to recognize faces." Junior and Pete had gone to school together, though Pete was three years older. They played basketball together and got to know each other pretty well over the years.

Pete laughed at Junior's observations as he took his first sip of his ice cold Schmidt's. He looked around himself and didn't know a soul in the place. Crystal, Junior's Mom, and Joan, Jimmy's wife, came over to say their "hello-how-are-you?"s. Neither woman had time to chat much seeing that they were quite busy.

Pete sat there by himself, watching the crowd and Junior hustling around making their drinks. He kept thinking about Nial and… swimming. He laughed at himself as he tried not to admit what he'd let Nial do to him, just about an hour ago. He had no idea that putting your dick in a guy's mouth (and him letting you!) was such a common thing. His dad had told him it wouldn't be hard to find a guy who'd let you and who wanted to, Pete presumed. Pete thought his Dad was nuts when they talked about that. Then Pete wondered, 'So how many of these Brothers are there around here?' Just as that thought came to him, so did Crystal, delivering his stuffed peppers with homemade sausages and potatoes. "Thanks, Mrs. Lund," Pete said as she placed his platter down.

"Oh sweetie, you can call me Crystal now that you're a man." She patted his shoulders and said, "Tell me how much you love this when I run by here. K?" She rubbed his shoulder a little then hurried off. Pete dug in.

As he sat there wolfing down his meal, Pete heard Junior say, "Hiya, Deputy, how's tricks tonight?"

Pete hadn't noticed that the bar was almost full now. He'd been too busy chowing down. And standing right next to him was a tall, beefy guy, who filled out his khaki uniform quite well he noticed, and was pulling out the chair next to him. The Deputy smiled at Pete and asked, "Mind if I sit here?"

"It's all yours, officer," Pete said after he swallowed what he was munching on.

As the Deputy sat down he explained, "I'm Deputy Reilly, not an officer, if you don't mind. But.." Reilly shook his head at himself and sighed. "Don't worry about it. Just call me Reilly. Everybody else does."

"Pete Schuster here, officer," he said with a grin.

"Oh a wise guy, huh?" Reilly said admiring the guy's nerve. "Which one of those crazy Schuster schmucks do you belong to?"

"Ben."

"Good for you," Reilly said, slapping Pete on the back. "You won the lottery on that one. Now your Grandpa and those uncles of yours… I don't know about them."

Pete howled laughing. In his mind, it was the other way around. His Dad was the crazy guy always getting into stuff. Has a joke or a story for every occasion. And that is why Pete loved his Dad and they got along so well. A flash went through his mind of his Dad saying he was at that thing last Thursday. Pete picked up his fork and began eating again trying to change the channel running in his head.

Reilly kept up the conversation as he drank and Pete ate. After a while, it clicked that Reilly had a beer. He pointed to his mug and said, "I'm assuming you're off duty tonight, officer?"

"Nah," said Reilly. "Quiet night. One beer or three," he chuckled and poked Pete's ribs, "won't hurt."

Junior was right there. "He's joshing you, Pete. I wouldn't serve him if he was still on duty."

"How do you know I'm not?" Reilly challenged him.

"Cuz you…."

"And you believed me!" Reilly cracked up when he saw Junior's face. Pete joined in.

Pete finished his meal and gave Crystal his compliments as she scooted by him. He asked Junior what he owed and paid his check. He pushed back his stool and stood. "It's nice to meet you officer, I'm sure I'll see you round."

Pete held out his hand for a handshake and Reilly stood. "Good to meet you too kid." When they shook hands Reilly held onto Pete's hand a beat longer and asked in a softer voice, "Are you the kinda guy who likes to help a fella out?" As he said that he popped his thumb over to the opposite side of Pete's hand, then brought it back again.

Pete hesitated but decided to say, "Ah...sure." He returned the gesture Reilly just made thinking he was teasing him somehow. 'What else could it mean?' thought Pete.

With Pete's hand still in his, Reilly pulled Pete close and whispered, "I'll meet you out back, other side of the railroad tracks." He straightened up, shook Pete's hand again, the normal way, said goodbye to Junior, and walked out the front door.

Pete turned to say his goodbye to Junior and stopped. The look on Junior's face was weird. He wasn't smiling any longer. 'What's going on?' Pete thought. He decided to do what he always would do and gave Junior a smile and a wave and said, "Thanks, Junior. Have a good night." Junior gave a halfhearted wave and turned away pretending he had to clean glasses. 'That's weird,' Pete thought as he made for the front door.

The parking lot alongside the building went all the way back to the railroad tracks. The trash bins were out that way too, hidden behind a tall fence. Next to the bins was parked the Sheriff's Department cruiser. Pete figured Reilly must have meant to meet him out by the car. So he walked past his own car and headed for Reilly's cruiser. But when he got back there, Reilly wasn't anywhere around.

Then Pete heard a hoarse whisper, "Over here." It was Reilly's voice but Pete didn't see him. He walked to the other side of the track like Reilly said. Then he heard him again. "Over here." Pete saw the khaki uniform step close to the tracks, then retreat. He headed that way to meet Reilly. 'What's with being out here in the dark?' thought Pete. He was about to ask that question when he got up close to Reilly until he realized that Reilly's uniform trousers were down around his knees. He looked up and his shirt was opened as well. "What the…?"

"Get over here," Reilly ordered in his deep rich voice. "I don't have a lot of time." Reilly took a couple steps back even further into the pitch black beyond the tracks.

Pete followed him. As Pete's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that Reilly was stroking his cock with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. All of a sudden it hit him He heard Reilly's voice in his head again saying, "Are you the kinda guy who likes to help a fella out?"

'I guess this is the help he needed,' Pete said to himself. Then he had to ask himself, 'Am I the guy who's gonna help him out?' Before last Thursday he knew right away what his answer would be. But since that time he's had a guy take his dick in his mouth, if fact just earlier this evening. 'Can I do that?' He started at Reilly and looked down at what he had in his hand. He couldn't believe his mind was going there but all he could think now was, 'I wonder what he tastes like?'

He stepped right up to Reilly who smiled and said, "I really need this brother. Glad I ran into you tonight. I wasn't sure…"

Pete got down on his knees and looked up at Reilly's smiling face. Reilly let go of himself and there it was, a thick knobbed prick poking out, staring right at Pete's mouth. Reilly's hand came around the back of Pete's head and guided him up closer. "Take me, buddy," Reilly said in a low, deep voice. "I know you want it. Give it a taste."

The pressure on Pete's head increased pushing him right up against Reilly's moist knob. Pete looked up at Reilly once more and slowly opened his mouth taking what he could inside. And there it happened. Here was Pete, down on his knees, with a man's cock in his mouth. His first. The Sheriff's Deputy no less. 'It tastes like skin tastes,' he thought. He tried to slide more in, but couldn't. He pulled off took a deep breath and went at him again. This time he was able to take a bit more in. He began sliding his tongue around it, remembering a bit of what Nial had done to him. It was the tongue thing that turned him on so fast, so Pete tried more of that on Reilly's shaft. In response, Reilly groaned. 'I guess I'm doing alright then,' Pete thought, congratulating himself.

Reilly grabbed a hold of Pete's head, one huge paw on each side, holding him still. Then Reilly began to push his prick through Pete's lips and into his mouth, back and forth, back and forth, again and again. This sure surprised Pete. He wondered, 'I guess I don't have to do too much, do I?'

But then Reilly's thrusts got more intense. With each push, Reilly's dick banged the back of Pete's mouth. There were a couple of times Pete almost gagged but when that dick slid back out he took a deep breath. That helped. The last thing he wanted to do was gag or worse, throw up because of the pounding he was getting.

"Suck it," Reilly commanded, his voice a bit louder. "Suck it good. Do it." Pete obeyed bouncing up and down on the shaft, sucking as hard as he could. 'That worked,' he thought as Reilly made more and more noise. And he wasn't stopping. It was a good thing they were back here and well hidden, because Pete was sure anybody standing in the parking lot could hear Reilly carrying on.

Then there was a loud grunt, with nothing following it. But suddenly a gush of fluid filled Pete's mouth. 'He's cumming in my mouth,' Pete cried out in his head. He made lots of "mmm mmm" moans as he took all the Reilly gave him. He pulled off just a bit so he could swallow the river of seed Reilly unleashed in his mouth. After expelling what seemed like a torrent of semen. Reilly suddenly stepped back, his cock popping out of Pete's mouth. Pete licked his lips reflexively, cleaning up the few drops that escaped. Reilly was already pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt. He tucked it in and zipped it up.

Pete rose and brushed the grit off his knees. When he straightened, Reilly gave him a quick pat on his shoulder and said as he hurried by, "Thanks, brother," and then was gone. The darkness covered his getaway leaving Pete standing there wondering, 'That's it?'

Slowly and carefully, Pete made his way back to his car. As he got to the parking lot he heard voices getting louder. He stopped and hid behind the trash bins. He didn't need someone seeing him coming back from out by the railroad tracks and asking questions. He heard car doors shut and engines starting. He waited a couple more minutes then stepped back out. In the clear now, he took a deep breath and headed toward his car.

Pete had two thoughts as he drove back home. 'Well, I did it. I sucked a guy till he came in my mouth.' A big part of him couldn't believe he did it. But he did admit to himself that it was his curiosity that made him do it. 'I mean Nial sucked me off!' He chuckled at that one. 'I sure didn't mind someone like him volunteering to do it. I hope he offers again too!' Pete laughed at that thought. 'Wishful thinking, Pete.' But when Pete thought about the experience with Reilly just now, he wasn't sure he liked it much.  'I prolly won't do that again if asked. It was the same. Not as mch fun as Nial.' Then he recalled the conversation he had with his Dad after the blot. 'I mean, Dad said he tried it when he was my age. But didn't like it much. And he doesn't do it now. So I guess it's OK to say "No".'

Then he wondered, was it the act itself of being down on his knees and taking a guy's cock in his mouth, or was it how and where it happened. It wasn't like him and Nial this afternoon. That was fun. Tonight though, Pete thought it was kind of creepy. 'What's with the weird handshake? Does that have something to do with it? And then how he asked me? But the kicker was where we did it. Out past the railroad tracks, in the pitch dark. That was the worst part.'

Having thought all that, Pete decided, 'I won't do it like that again, all creepy and dirty. But playing around like with Nial? Yeah, I might. That was more fun.'

Pete was home now. He pulled into the drive and got out to lift the garage door. After he pulled it up and turned to jump back into the car to pull in, Pete realized that all that thinking he'd just done made him incredibly horny. Again. His uncomfortable boner made himself known as he sat back down in the drver seat. He shook his head and said, 'I think I gotta take a shower before bed tonight.' While in there, he could take care of himself. Why you ask? Because Wednesday night is Peggy's choir night, not nooky night. Somehow after singing to the Lord all night, she couldn't "do the nasty." Her words not Pete's. He'd have to wait till Thursday to do it with her. And he sure could not wait that long.

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