Andrew’s Gift
I was on top of the world, I had my first real story published in the newspaper and in the process had helped some poor women who were being taken advantage of. Both Professors Lynch and Meyer had been fired. All the other students in my journalism classes were congratulating me and the professor that had replaced Meyer on the paper made me the student editor. He still had final say on the stories that we ran but I was supposed to approve the stories that my fellow students submitted before he saw them. Chuck was also starting to give me a small story every now and then.
Andrew told me how proud of me he was, and he showed me a few times too. I came home one night after work and found a present wrapped and sitting on our table.
The card said, “I am so proud, and I love you.”
I was reading the card as Andrew walked into the kitchen. I asked, “Did you do this?”
He grinned, “Maybe.”
I ripped the paper away; it was my article matted and framed. “God Andrew, this is awesome, thank you so much.” I still treasure that gift.
I gave him a big kiss and took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
He grinned, “Is there something in here you wanted to show me?”
I raised an eyebrow, “Yes, and there is something I want you to show me.”
He asked, “And what is that?”
I gave him a kiss and grabbed his crotch and said, “This.”
We were naked in record time and were both hard just as quickly. We fell onto the bed and were soon latched onto each other like a starving newborn wanting their first meal. I only let Andrew’s cock out of my mouth to lick and suck those luscious chocolate nuts. Andrew continued to suck me as I let a finger wander to his warm, moist pucker. His moan vibrated around my cock, causing me to let out a moan of my own.
Just as we were both close to climax, Andrew panted, “God Mike, I want you inside me so bad right now.”
I released his cock and turned to give him another kiss, I grinned, “Well, after the wonderful gift you gave me, I guess it’s the least I can do.”
I gave Andrew another kiss and rolled him onto his stomach and placed a pillow under his hips. His perfect round orbs of flesh were now raised, just waiting for me to enjoy. Andrew reached back and spread his cheeks to allow me the access to what I wanted. I leaned down and raked my tongue across Andrew’s winking pucker. He groaned as I went in for another lick, he tasted delicious. I got serious about my task and was soon trying to force my tongue deep inside. Once I had deposited a sufficient amount of my spit and slobber in Andrw’s hole, I gave each one of his cheeks a kiss and took my place behind him. We both let out a heavy sigh as I sank in, the pleasure washing over both of our bodies. I lay on top of Andrew, kissing his neck and licking his ears as I started to piston in and out. Since it had been weeks since our last time together, the tingling in my nuts arrived rather quickly.
I whispered into his ear, “I’m getting close.”
Andrew panted back, “Give me your seed.”
That was all I needed to hear, my overstimulated love pole exploded, sending my baby batter deep inside Andrew.
I collapsed on top of Andrew, until my spasms subsided and my deflating member slipped from his cum-filled hole. Andrew’s hard ebony manhood was pointing to the heavens, so I knew I needed to give him some relief. I broke our kiss and immediately went to work pleasing my man. Andrew’s hands went to the back of my head to set the pace as I fondled his cum-filled nuts. His breathing became jagged, and I knew I was going to be soon rewarded for my efforts. Andrew pushed my head down as far as he could and my palate was filled with the nectar of the Gods. I kept my lips locked tight on his pole until I was sure he was done shooting. I kept the last squirt of his juice in my mouth and went up to share it with Andrew. We pushed the cum back and forth in our mouths until it was gone. I loved the taste of Andrew’s cum. Andrew pulled me into his arms and we lay there in the afterglow of post-coital bliss.
I said, “I truly love you and thank you for your thoughtful gift, I really love it.”
He gave me a kiss, “And I love you too. I have a feeling I may go broke framing all your wonderful articles.”
We shared another kiss and settled into a content cuddle.
Mike Tells Chuck About the Journal
Andrew and I worked hard, we were both doing well in school, before we knew it, we were in the middle of our last year of school. I was able to turn my work at the paper into an internship and Andrew would be student teaching at a high school near our apartment.
I finally told Chuck about the journal and about Walter and Ellis.
He asked, “So what have you got so far?”
I said, “I have the journal that tells me that Walter lived in Westburg in 1922. He met Ellis that summer. His mother died the fall before; his father was an alcoholic ass that beat both Walter and his mom. The house they lived in burned down the same day the journal stopped. That was the day after Walter and, I assume, Ellis, were beaten up by the pond, but I don’t know who did that. I also know that the sheriff’s son drowned in the pond about the same time. Then a couple years later the sheriff was in some sort of scandal, but I am not sure what that was or if it is even related.”
He sat back in his chair, “Well, that is a good start. Where have you looked for your information?”
I said, “Mostly just in newspaper articles.”
Chuck said, “You have access to a lot more than that now kid. I have a friend in the capitol, Joe Spencer. He could get you things like census records, property tax info if he ever owned property, even car registration records. I’ll give him a call to see what he can find.”
I smiled, “That would be great Chuck, if I could find out if Walter is still alive or where he has lived or does live, that would be a good start.”
The next day when I got to the paper, I found a list of things that Chuck wanted me to do. I also found a note and an envelope.
Kid,
I am out interviewing a witness on that gang shooting from last week, won’t be back today. I found this article for you to read; it’s in the envelope. I got it from Larry Grimes in the archive room in the basement. He may be able to help you a little more, just go and tell him what you are looking for. Oh, and a little tip, he likes White Owl cigars, a gift sometime motivates him to help.
Chuck
I ripped open the envelope, the story that Larry found was about the sheriff of Westburg being investigated by the state for high arrest rates for blacks and numerous complaints for the treatment of them while they were in jail. They also found proof that he was not arresting whites for crimes that were committed against blacks. Shit, I was right this may have been connected, the sheriff or his men may have even been responsible for beating up Walter and Ellis. I decided to talk to Larry to see if he had any more stories on the sheriff or anything from Westburg around that time. I ran down to the corner drug store and bought the biggest box of White Owls they had and headed for the basement where Larry’s office was.
I walked into the archive room, “Mr. Grimes, I am Mike Jennings. Chuck said I should talk to you; you found him an article this morning.”
He nodded, “Hey Mike, yeah Chuck told me you might be stopping by. So, what exactly are you looking for?”
I explained the whole story to him and told him that the article he gave Chuck tied in with the information that I already had. I asked for anything he could find from around the same time period about the sheriff, Walter, Ellis, Walter’s dad or his mom.
He said, “I did find one more article after Chuck left this morning.” He handed me a copy of another article.
He smiled, “Don’t get your hopes up Mike, but I will see what else I can find.”
I smiled, “Thanks Mr. Grimes, I really appreciate your help. Oh, here these are for you.” I handed him the bag with the cigars in it.
He looked in the bag and grinned, “Thanks, Chuck is doing a good job training you and please, call me Larry.”
I went back upstairs and worked on the list that Chuck had left for me to do. I finished filing the last papers shortly before 6:00 and headed home to update Andrew on the new information I had.
Andrew Has a Good Day
Andrew was just getting home as I pulled up, He was grinning from ear to ear, “Hey Mike, I am glad you are home, I had the best day.”
I gave him a kiss, “That’s great Andrew. What happened?”
He said, “Well, we have this student who has failed all his tests and quizzes this semester. Then, a few weeks ago, Mr. Hogan, my supervising teacher, told me that I could work with him. If I could get through to him, it would be a miracle. So, I took him aside and talked to him and worked with him during his study hall and after school. Well today he got an 82 on his chapter test.”
“Mike, after class he came up and gave me a hug and said, ‘thank you Mr. Watson, you are the first person to ever tell me I was good enough to do anything. I studied just like you taught me. Guess what Mr. Watson, I knew almost everything on the test.’ He was so excited Mike, he told me he was going home to start studying for the next quiz.”
I smiled, “God Andrew, that is incredible. I am so proud of you, I knew you were going to be a great teacher.”
He was still beaming, “Jesus Mike, I feel like I could just do anything right now. I know every day won’t be like this, but if I just get through to just a few kids, I will know that I made a difference.”
I said, “Well, I know you made a difference for me.” I gave him a deep kiss.
He smiled, “You did the same for me Mike. Tell me about your day.”
I said, “Yeah right. Well, it wasn’t as good as yours, but it was good. I found some more information on Walter.”
I filled him in on all the details, and I hoped that Larry would have a little more for me by the end of the week.
We made our supper and headed to bed, both satisfied that we each had made the right career choice.
Mike Gets More Clues
I got to the paper the next day after I finished classes, Chuck handed me another envelope as I sat down at my desk.
Chuck said, “Hey kid, Larry dropped those off for you.”
After I thanked him, I asked, “How was your interview yesterday?”
He shrugged, “Kind of a bust, I didn’t get anything more than I got from the police reports. I have to try another angle. I’m not sure what that is yet.”
I opened the envelope and started to read; it was another article about the sheriff. The article detailed the state’s case against the sheriff. Proportionally, he was arresting far more young black men for relatively minor offenses than their white counterparts. They were also given harsher punishments, usually having to spend time in jail since they were less likely to have enough money to pay fines. There were also allegations that he was not investigating complaints of black men getting beat up and, in some instances, even encouraging the beatings.
It all came to a head when the black families started to move out of Westburg and find jobs elsewhere. Old Man Thornhill figured out what was happening, he was losing all his cheap labor.
After he talked to the sheriff and things didn’t change, Thornhill made sure the town knew who was really in charge in Westburg. When a bunch of records were “leaked” to the state, the sheriff was out of town within two weeks.
I knew the sheriff was a bigot, I just didn’t know how bad he was. The article didn’t mention any deputies, so I don’t know how involved they were. I also knew from dad that the Thornhill’s were bigots too and just brought the black families to town to use as cheap labor. I get sick to my stomach every time I think about all the people in Westburg that knew what was going on and did nothing to stop it. It just proved that if you have a little money and power, you can get away with anything.
There was another short article that the crime rate had decreased in Westburg in the six months since the sheriff had been replaced. There has also been a reduction in drownings at the pond. What did that mean? Shit, was the sheriff taking anyone who was beaten down to the pond to make their death seem like a drowning instead of being beaten to death? Jesus, I needed to find more, where do I look now?
Chuck asked, “Hey kid, did Larry find you any more information on your journal?”
I said, “Yeah, he did, turns out the sheriff was crooked. I think it is somehow connected to Walter, I’m just not sure how yet.”
He said, “Don’t worry kid, you’ll figure it out. In the meantime, I want you to work on another story for me. A guy down at City Hall thinks one of the new council members is taking bribes, I want you to talk to him for me. If you think he is on the up and up, then I will join you and we can investigate it more.”
I grabbed my notebook and said, “Sounds good Chuck, when and where?”
He handed me a piece of paper, and I headed out the door. I talked to the contact for about a half an hour; it was clear that it was a case of sour grapes. This guy had been promised a job by the guy that the current councilman had beat in the last election. When he was passed over for a promotion, he decided that a scandal would help him move up.
I got back to the office and Chuck was not at his desk I was looking over the articles I received from Larry again.
Good News/Bad News
Chuck poked his head out of Fred’s office, “Hey kid, what did you find out?”
I said, “Nothing, the guy was pissed he didn’t get a job. He was just trying to stir some shit up.”
Chuck nodded, “That’s what I figured, come on in here for a minute.”
I sat in the chair next to Chuck.
Fred said, “Chuck here has been telling me good things about you.”
I looked at Chuck, “Thank you.”
Fred continued, “So when are you graduating from college?”
I said, “In two weeks, if I pass my finals.”
Fred asked, “Is there a chance that you won’t?”
I shook my head, “No sir.”
Fred nodded, “Well, tomorrow I am going to announce my retirement. Chuck is going to replace me as editor. That will leave us with an opening for a full-time reporter, are you interested?”
I couldn’t control my excitement, “Hell yes, er… I mean yes sir.”
Chuck laughed, “You understand you will be at the bottom, a lot of the stories you are helping me on now will have to go to the senior reporters. You will probably be covering a lot of city council and school board meetings, minor crimes and a few car accidents, things like that.”
I said, “Of course, anything you need.”
Fred said, “You will still be reporting to Chuck. He will decide who covers what stories.”
I grinned, “Yes sir, I won’t let either one of you down.”
Chuck said, “Remember what I said about the sir thing. I’ll give you a pass today.”
I stammered, “Yes si… Chuck, sorr… I mean, got it.”
I headed home; Andrew was already there. I ran inside to tell him my news; I could tell by the look on his face that he was upset about something.
I asked, “Andrew, what’s wrong?”
He sighed, “Today was my last day student teaching. There is an opening for a history teacher, but the Superintendent told me that I wasn’t going to be considered for the job.”
I asked, “Why not?”
Andrew said, “He wouldn’t say directly, but I think it was because I let it slip that I was gay. When he was interviewing me, he asked about my marital status. I just said I had a partner, but we weren’t ‘married’.”
I said, “That has nothing to do with your ability to teach, he can’t use that as a reason to not hire you.”
Andrew shrugged, “Well, what am I supposed to do?”
I sighed, “Andrew, we can fight this, I will get Chuck to help me write a story.”
He said, “Mike, I have to deal with this myself. We can’t go running to Chuck every time we have a problem.”
I said, “I know, you’re right. Hey, I know, let’s get a lawyer. It is illegal to discriminate.”
Andrew said, “No Mike, I really appreciate you wanting to help. But if I cause too much trouble, I won’t get a job anywhere. There are plenty more schools in town. My supervising teacher, Mr. Hogan has given me a great reference letter. I’ll find something.”
I said, “If you’re sure, I will support you. Just remember that if you need me for anything, you just have to ask.”
He gave me a hug, “I know, that is why I love you.”
To be Continued…
