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  clear. She was not a happy visiting nurse. And God knows

  what Bjorn must have thought.

  JANNIK AND I WERE PUSHING the shopping trolley

  through the Brugsen's Supermarket, the little guy telling

  me his plans to someday conduct the Royal Danish

  Opera—did you know that orchestra conductors have

  groupies?—when my Batphone lit up. (Yeah, I know, but

  we do call them Batphones.)

  "I have a work call coming in, can you finish up? I'll

  be outside," I told Jannik. "Four-four-three-two—

  codename Rascal," I spoke softly into the phone as I

  headed for the door.

  "Response niner-niner-three-niner," the voice on

  the other end verified. "Go ahead, ma'am, I have Rascal on

  the line."

  "Hey, ya big homo," came the chirpy voice of my

  friend Marge. "You gonna lay around like a slug, or are

  you ready to do your grateful nation's business?"

  "Ready, willing, and able, Mabel!"

  "Got a hot one for ya. It's a Virgin quickie, but

  you're the dude for the job. Besides, we don't got anyone

  else," Marge admitted.

  "It's have..."

  "What?"

  "You don't have anyone else, and thanks for tapping

  the bottom of the barrel before thinking of me, you old

  carpet muncher," I joked.

  "Better a carpet in front of me than a wiener inside

  of me, I always say. And who made you the fucking

  grammar fuzz, anyway? Smart ass."

  "Where're you sending me, oh genie of the lamp?"

  "North Africa."

  "North what-the-fuck?"

  "You heard me, sunshine. Get that cute ass of yours

  to C-town tomorrow noon to pick up your prize. See ya!"

  And she hung up. She had to be fucking with me. I'm

  probably gonna insert an asset into Russia, or maybe

  Bulgaria or one of the other "ia" semi-failed states like

  Romania or Slovakia. Bratislava's a nice town. I could dig

  me some goulash. Hungary might be a good bet. They're

  always up to mischief, though usually it's of the corporate

  kind. They're starting to become as prolific as the Chinese

  when it comes to swiping patents, and doing inferior

  knock-offs, all with a little industrial espionage tossed in

  for good measure. But we don't often get involved with

  that stuff. That's FBI and Treasury Department territory.

  Well, I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

  I STARTED TO HEAD BACK INTO the store after

  gathering some additional details from the duty officer,

  when I heard my car beep at me. There sat Jannik, waiting

  like a patient pup.

  "Where's the shopping?" I asked him.

  "In the way-back," he answered.

  "How'd you pay for it?"

  "I didn't. I yelled for everybody to get down on the

  floor if they know what's good for themselves. Then I told

  them I was taking the Corn Flakes and all the candy bars

  and to not call the cops till they are counting to sixty-nine."

  "Why sixty-nine?" I asked, pulling away from the

  car park and onto Gamel Odensevej.

  "Because everybody in the world remembers that

  number," he said.

  "Why do they remember that number?" I prodded.

  "You know... sex! "

  "What does that have to do with sex?" I asked,

  doing my best not to laugh. He glared at me over the top

  of his sunglasses.

  "Really? You're gonna make me say it?"

  "Yeah! Go on..."

  He sighed and threw his hands up. "Okay..." Then

  whispering conspiratorially he said, "It's how many times

  you're supposed to kiss somebody before you're allowed

  to have sex with them."

  "Really? Okay." I said. "Then I'll tell your brother."

  "Ewww....."

  "Don't worry, I think we're only at about fifty-

  something kisses," I smiled. "We still have a ways to go."

  He just shook his head. "So how did you pay for the

  groceries?"

  "Pfffttt... With money, you dumb American

  tourist," he chuckled. "How do you think?"

  "You had that much money? Damn, you're a rich

  little fuck, aren't you. That ain't right," I laughed. "I'll give

  it back to you when we get home."

  "No, it's my turn to pay. I'm a big boy; I can pay for

  my own way. I owe you boys," he informed me. "So don't

  try and get all up in my business, homey!"

  "Sure thing, 50-kroner!"

  "Huh?"

  "We're in Denmark, fool. You can't be 50-cent.

  That's American money."

  "Oh, shut up."

  Chapter 20

  uh." It's what Pokey says whenever he doesn't

  " know what else to say. But you already know that

  H about him. He just kind of stares at you like he's

  not sure what to do and then utters the Huh.

  "I'll be gone less than seventy-two hours," I

  explained. "And you won't even miss me."

  "Like hell! I missed you when you went to the

  store," he said, taking my hand. We sat hip-to-hip on the

  comfy couch. I told him we should get a big, overstuffed

  couch that we can make into a fun romper room.

  We knew that Jannik would be over a lot, bringing

  his smelly, greasy little pals in tow. So why not get an

  indestructible sofa that, even if it gets destroyed, we won't

  care? Sure, he'd said. You pick. And this is what I'd chosen.

  And now it'd become the first class cabin in our little

  home. We spent hours here, watching TV, listening to

  music, eating dinner, reading and, as long as Jannik wasn't

  there, engaging in other activities.

  "What will you be doing? I think I shall know just

  in case," he chuckled. He knew he could never ask details

  until the assignment was over and I was home again.

  "I'm transporting a load of Russian drag queens out

  of Saint Petersburg before Putin poots his puddin' and has

  the girls workin' the streets in front of Lenin's tomb. That's

  what," I joked.

  "I think one Jannik is enough in this house."

  "Sorry," I said. "Can't help it."

  "They must have a pill for your problem," he said.

  "Oh, yes! Cyanide!"

  "You're so harsh! Abuse! Abuse!," I cried, as he laid

  across my lap and tickled me. "Don't start nothing you

  don't wanna finish," I warned. "Because this dog's in heat

  for ya!"

  "I'll show you a dog. Come with me, big boy! I have

  some candy in my room!"

  I LOVE HOW WE ARE. I love our playfulness; how we are

  so in tune with one another. I love that we have no fear of

  any of the usual hurtful things others do to one another. I

  don't only trust Sander with my life, I trust him with my

  soul. There are no compartments hidden in either of us.

  And I've discovered that the way we keep our emotional

  status healthy is with physical expression. It's literally a

  statement without the need for words or deeds. A new-

  ager would tell us that we're both happy to let the other

  one 'be', that our relationship comes with no extraneous

  promises or actions because none are needed. Sure, it

  could be said that we're both new to this, a
nd that our life

  together was just beginning. But I knew, as sure as Sander

  is the most beautiful human being on this or any planet,

  that we are meant to be together for eternity. I never knew

  what love was until the day he walked into my life, and

  became a lead in my own life movie.

  "If you're going away, we have to make sure that

  we hold and love the other for as long as we can," Pokey

  said. "And of course, my pink parts are available at any

  time along the way."

  "Mine are too!"

  "Then get that gorgeous smooth ass of yours into

  Sander's cradle of love, so I can take you for a ride! I must

  teach you a thing or four, since tomorrow you are Marge's

  bitch!" he laughed.

  "Oh, yes sir!" I grinned. "I'm ready to do your

  bidding! But what about the lad?"

  "Jannik!" he yelled. "Come here!" within moments

  the stomp of stocking feet came running down the hall. He

  rapped on the door.

  "What's the big deal anyway?" he barked. "I'm

  doing stuff!"

  "Good. So are we. So don't bug us unless the

  house is on fire, or your cats learn to behave. Whatever

  comes first."

  "Aaaggghhh! Too much! Too much!" Jannik

  squinted, plugging his ears. "I can't un-hear that!"

  "Go play!" Sander teased.

  "Okay. But I don't have to remind you, right?"

  "What?" I asked. And Jannik quietly pointed to the

  upstairs loft. Oh, shit! Yeah, a new element to consider

  before playtime begins.

  "So keep it down, yeah?" Jannik called back as he

  headed down the hall.

  "Didn't think about our lodger," I said, stifling the

  laugh that was building. "The kid's right! We'd better keep

  it down."

  "What I have planned doesn't need any noise. Just

  do what I say and no dicks or butts will be harmed!"

  Sander said, as he began peeling his clothes away. "I am so

  looking forward to this!" he said, jumping into our big,

  comfortable bed. "I'm ready to take you twice around the

  world!"

  "And I'm ready to be taken!" I sighed. This fourteen

  by eighteen foot collection of walls and timber was the

  epicenter of our world, as it should be. I felt his warm skin

  on mine, and as he gently helped me disrobe, I was happy

  to acknowledge that I had truly lost count of how many

  times we'd embarked on this sweet and caring expression

  of our love and of our lives. This is why we inhabit this

  world. This is why we meet, form friendships which

  bloom into pure love, never quite knowing when the line

  marking friendship to love is crossed.

  As I laid back against the stack of pillows we call

  The Fortress of Fun, I felt Sander reach under the

  eiderdown and place his hand upon my already excited

  penis. The pole was ready to raise a white flag of

  surrender; whatever the man had in mind.

  "I want to lay next to you, like a man lies with a

  woman. I wanna really piss off the Bible whacks today! I

  want to Sodom your Gomorrah!" Sander smiled. "I wanna

  commit sexual crimes against nature!" he laughed.

  "Oooo! Tell me more," I pleaded. "Don't leave me

  hanging, like these big balls of mine!"

  "Porno script! I love it! Next come the pizza guy to

  deliver pizza and we gots no money so he get a big blow

  job instead!"

  "No! No, I know," I chuckled. "I'll be the sergeant

  and you'll be the new recruit!"

  "I know! Even better!" he chirped. "I'll be Sander

  Lars Hansen and you'll be Johnnie Allen and we'll fuck

  like rabbits in a whore hutch!"

  "A whore hutch? Yeah, baby!" I chuckled. "Let's get

  it on!"

  "Okay, here it comes!" Sander said.

  "Promises, promises!"

  I was on my back, my hands behind my head, so

  comfortable on the eiderdown, so content. He crawled on

  top of me and just lay on my chest, his face turned to the

  side so I could feel the beat of his temples; his warmth

  soothing me in my anticipation of what was to come.

  "I wait for this every day. I think of you, and you're

  always here," Sander said, his hardness the only thing

  between us. I caught his lovely scent, and he made me feel

  so safe and cared for. "Here. Put this on your hands," he

  whispered, drizzling the KY on me. "Put your hands

  underneath you. Just like this."

  Sander's hardened cock found a space between my

  slickened hands and my ass and slowly moved it back and

  forth. Then he parted my thighs with his knee and then led

  my hand to cup his cock. I felt his strength and his power

  over me, and it made me hotter than I'd been in a very

  long while, which is a difficult undertaking when Sander

  is your lover.

  Now his dick was exactly between my thighs, and

  he closed them tight upon it and sped his motion. I could

  see his cock push in and out, and could feel his foreskin

  retract on the downward thrusts and revert on the

  upswing.

  The lube was everywhere and he rubbed some onto

  his right index and middle fingers and gently began to

  open my quivering anus, soon finding his way to the P-

  spot. Of course I was already hard as a stone pillar, but the

  sensation he caused forced me to catch my breath. I felt

  pleasure that I didn't believe the human body was even

  capable of feeling.

  He stroked the surface of my entry and then

  slowly—so very slowly—he inserted his middle finger as

  far as it would go and then just froze it there. Neither in,

  nor out. Just the feeling of his digit in my hole created that

  quivering feeling once more.

  "Sander, I love you more than anything or anyone

  in this whole big world. Do you know that?" I whispered.

  "Yes, I do," he replied, and then his mouth dove for

  mine with a hunger that was only satiated by our colliding

  tongues, and our exchange of breath and passion. "I want

  to fuck you. I want to be in you, Johnnie."

  "Please! Please, yes, make love with me, Sander," I

  sighed.

  "There's something first," he said. "I need to taste

  you, and I need you to do something."

  "Anything!"

  "Tighten you ass for as long as you can! Do it;

  tighten it on my finger!"

  I did as he told, and his mouth jumped on my

  throbbing cock. The intensity was almost overwhelming,

  but that wasn't the end of it. After he'd sucked me for a

  good ten minutes, me tightening and loosening my grip on

  his finger, he prepared to mount me from the front.

  He got into position and looked me in my eyes, his

  gentle smile letting me know that this was his show. He

  was in control, and I was mighty happy to oblige him. He

  placed the tip of his cock against my hole and froze.

  "Tighten it for as long as you can again," he

  prodded. I complied, my cock giving each heartbeat away

  as it throbbed in unison with my elevated breathing. I

  managed to hold it for about half a minute, and when I

/>   relaxed, my ass literally pulled his cock into me. I never

  even felt it enter me. I was so content that I actually had to

  fight off the urge to sleep, and that in itself was a massive

  turn-on.

  "Oh my God!" I cried in ecstasy. He just kept the

  train chugging, picking up speed until the perfect rhythm

  was achieved. I thrust my hips toward him each repetition

  to meet his deep plowing of my ass. Then, as he got a little

  closer to the main event, he started stroking me with his

  warm, lubed hand. He knew exactly how to brush his

  palm against my head, and his motions were in complete

  sync with his cock moving into and out of my appreciative

  ass.

  "I love you, Johnnie. I'll love you forever. Thank

  you so much for being my life."

  "Oh, fuck me harder! Harder! Deeper! I want all of

  you in me. God, I love you so much!" and I felt a tear run

  down my cheek. It was a tear of wonder; of happiness and

  gratefulness.

  I loved this man so much. I know he knew it. How

  many times can you tell someone that you love them

  without the words going stale after awhile? This is how

  you tell them: You show them with your body and your

  feelings, and you please them every way that you can

  possibly do it. And it clicked that that's why sex is so fun.

  It's because it's the ultimate way that one can express their

  love. And as much as I was enjoying this moment, I could

  see in Sander's eyes, as well as in the sex that we were

  sharing, just how much he really loves me. And that

  realization was priceless.

  "Johnnie, I can't hold it any more. I have to cum! I

  have to cum now!"

  "Cum right inside me. Fill me with you, Sander! I

  want to feel you inside of me!" I managed to say, despite

  the passion that was causing me difficulty in forming and

  saying the words.

  "I'm cumming now!" And I immediately felt the

  warmth of him inside me, and he dropped his face onto

  my body as he released the last spurts of his semen into

  me. Without missing a beat, he consumed my cock and

  provided the most intense oral pleasure. It didn't take

  long.

  "Sander! I'm about to go!" I warned him. He just

  sucked harder and flicked his tongue across the head as he

  lightly squeezed my balls. "I'm cumming!"

  He didn't miss a beat, and swallowed my cumload

  without losing a drop. "You are so fucking sexy, Johnnie! I

  swear to God!" he declared, finally coming up for air.