Rating: NC-17 m/m (explicit)
A Turnbull/RayK romantic adventure
A Post COTW story.
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The sound of breaking glass awoke Renfield Turnbull with a start. He
glanced at the clock on the wall; it was after midnight. He had dozed
off in the middle of the pile of paperwork that he had inherited along
with Fraser's job when the other mountie had left on an exteneded leave
of absence after capturing Muldoon.

Turnbull dabbed at the drool on the reports that he had been working on,
and wondered if he had really heard a noise or if it was part of his
dream. The answer to that question came quickly, when he heard a loud
thud coming from the hall. Turnbull rose swiftly and silently. A
prowler, come to loot the consulate of it valuables, such as they are,
the thought. He cracked the door to his office. Standing only a few feet
away, was the prowler; dressed completely in black, including a black
ski mask, removing a painting from the wall. Righteous anger filled
Turnbull. No matter that the painting was absolutely valueless; in
fact, it was done by Inspecter Thatcher's niece, an aspiring and
untalented artist. It was still the property of the consulate and
hence, the Canadian government.

Carefully slipping into the hall, Turnbull padded up behind the
prowler, who was quite a bit smaller than he was, and grabbed him in a
headlock.

"Heyaaaahgh," the prowler gasped, struggling in vain to free himself.

"Stop struggling," Turnbull ordered and the prowler obeyed. Pushing the
slim man up against the wall, he proceeded to thoroughly search every
part of his body for a weapon.
Finding none, he jerked the intruder around to face him and yanked off
the ski mask. Spiky blond hair, and pale blue eyes greeted him.

"Hey man, take it easy. I'm not even armed, which you know," Ray
Kowalski said, with just a hint of a whine in his voice.

"You were here to _steal_ from the consulate!" Turnbull said hotly.

"Okay, okay, so I'm a thief. Look, I didn't get anything, so why don't
you let me go? It's not even worth the trouble of calling the cops. I'm
strictly small time," Ray pleaded.

Turnbull bent his face down to Ray's so that they were eye to eye; their
noses touching. "You've committed the crime of breaking and entering.
You must be punished."

Ray squirmed to free himself, and by doing so ground his cock against
Turnbull's leg. "C'mon pal. Don't call the cops; I'm on parole already,
they'll send me up the river for another ten years."

Turnbull pressed his weight Ray, effectively pinning him, and ending his
struggles. "You should have thought about that before you broke in."

Ray looked around wildly, seeking an avenue of escape. "I'll do anything
you want. I'll fix the window, do odd jobs. Please, please, I can't go
back to prison! You don't how bad it was. All those guys, all over me,
all the time!" Ray moaned on the verge of hysteria.

"All the time?" Turnbull asked curiously. "What did they do?"

"Everything you can imagine: anal sex, oral sex, threesomes, foursomes,
fivesomes," Turnbull giggled and Ray shot him a dirty look before
continuing. "I learned how to do things I never would have thought
possible."

"And you hated it?"

"Every minute of it."

"And you never, ever want to do it again?"

"No, never!"

"Well," Turnbull said thoughtfully. "I've always been curious about what
goes on in prison.
Perhaps, if you show me some of the things that you learned, I won't
turn you into the police."

"No, no, please, anything but that!" Ray begged, forcing tears into his
eyes.

"It's either that, or you go back to jail," Turnbull answered roughly.

Ray nodded his consent with a heartbreaking sniff of dispair. "Okay, you
win. What do you want me to do first?"

Turnbull released him, backed off slowly, grabbed a nearby chair and sat
down. "I want you to take your clothes off."

With trembling hands, Ray obeyed. He kicked his shoes off first, then
then pulled the shirt over his head. Turnbull leaned back in his chair,
his eyes roving over Ray's thin, pale chest. He nodded for Ray to
continue. Taking a deep breath, he undid his pants and slowly eased
them down and stepped out of them. Then he reached for his briefs.

"Wait," Turnbull interupted. "Take your socks off first."

Ray complied, first one foot and then the other. He looked at Turnbull
for his permission to continue and received a curt nod. He removed his
briefs and stood naked and helpless. Turnbull sat up and studied the
other's body, focusing mainly on the groin area. At last he said, "Turn
around. I want to see what you look like from behind."

Ray did so. "Well?" he finally said, impatiently.

"You're so skinny. A stiff breeze could blow you away!" Turnbull
clucked.

"It was the prison food, all right?" Ray said with considerable
irritation.

"Right, right, prison food," Turnbull agreed, regaining his composure.
"Turn back around."
When Ray was facing him again, he said."Now touch yourself."

Ray put his hands on his chest.

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh," Ray blushed, and wrapped his hands around his penis.

"That's better. Now stroke it, and look at me while you're doing it,"
Turnbull ordered, leaning back again and stretching out his long legs.

Ray did as he was told. His penis grew hard in his hands, as he stroked
and massaged it. Turnbull licked his lips. "Do you like that?" Turnbull
asked.

"Yes."

"Is it better doing it yourself, or having someone do it for you?"

"Someone doing it for me," Ray gasped.

"Come here."

Awkwardly, Ray approached the seated mountie. Dragging his eyes, away
from Ray's lovely cock, Turnbull gazed up at him and said, "When you
were in prison, did anyone suck you off?"

Ray's eyes widened in surprise, "No. I was always the sucker, not the
suckee."

Turnbull slid out of his chair, into a kneeling position in front of
Ray. He reached out and squeezed Ray's buttocks firmly. "I've never
done this before, tell me what to do."

Ray was momentarily disconcerted. This was not what he had been
expecting. "Um, well, you put it in your mouth." he began.

"Just like that? Shouldn't I lick it first?" Turnbull asked innocently.

"Yeah, yeah, licking is good," Ray agreed and gasped as the mountie's
tongue touched the tip of his shaft.

"Mmm, you taste good, " Turnbull murmered, touching his tongue again to
the pre-ejaculation that dribbled out.

"Really?" Ray gasped. He ran his hands through Turnbull's hair as the
mountie licked swirls across the length of his screaming penis.
"Now would be a good time to put it in your mouth, Renny, I mean, Mr.
Mountie, sir."

Turnbull pulled Ray even closer, and covered Ray's cock with his mouth.
Ray groaned as Turnbull applied powerful suction to his already
over-stressed penis. Ray bucked against him, as Turnbull's hands
kneaded his backside.
"I'm going to come now, Renny," he warned.

Turnbull paid him no heed, and continued sucking. With a wordless cry,
Ray exploded, filling Turnbull's mouth with his hot, milky seed.
He felt a sense of serene satisfaction, as he listened to the sound of
Turnbull swallowing his juices. He looked down with a blissful smile at
his lover and gasped at the dangerous look in Turnbull's eyes.

"On your hands and knees!" he ordered. "NOW!"

Ray scrambled to obey. He felt Turnbull press against him, his rock
hard cock, straining against his pants. Roughly, he shoved his fingers
in Ray's face. "Suck!" he ordered.
Ray sucked, and Turnbull yanked the fingers away, and inserted them into
Ray's ass. Ray's flagging penis, stood up and saluted, at the forcefull
asault. Turnbull worked the fingers, throughly coatng the tight passage
with saliva.

Then he backed off. Ray held his breath at the sound of a zipper
opening. Turnbull grabbed his butt, and thrust inside. "Renny!" Ray
cried.
Panting, Turnbull continued to thrust, hard and deep. He reached around
and caught Ray' s cock and pumped it in time with each thrust.

Ray's body shuddered and Turnbull's hand was covered in the sticky
substance. "Ray!" he sighed as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Turnbull collapsed on top of Ray, who didn't seem to mind the weight.

After a time, Ray said, "I accidently broke a window coming in."

"That's okay."

"Next time you can break into my place."

Turnbull smiled and moved over til they were face to face. "Anything
you want."

"You can use my handcuffs," Ray offered.

"I'm looking forward to it," Turnbull replied, and kissed him gently.

the end.

blarney stone
"When I get a little money, I buy books; and if any is left, I buy food
and clothes." -Desiderius Erasmus