Malicious Intent (Soulscape #5)

CH 24

Following his shift, Dean met up with Gary Parsen at the pub. Gary immediately noted his friend's mood. "Tough shift?" he asked when Dean sat down.

"Huh?" Dean guzzled half of his beer. "Nah. No different than any other day in this boring ass town." He didn't mention his encounter with Zeke Matthews in the courthouse restroom—or his Friday night plans.

It's not like you're "hooking up" with the faggot. Dean had no intentions of "having sex" with the little queer. Sex implied a mutual, consensual desire to fuck one another. Dean was no faggot and he sure as fuck didn't desire men. When he was just out for sex—it was pussy every time. What he and Randall did to that fag hitchhiker wasn't sex—it was a fucking lesson to the faggots of this world not to fuck with nature as God intended it. The more faggots that get taught a lesson—the fewer faggots that'll come out of the closet and stink up the planet.

A smart-ass little queer like Zeke Matthews was in dire need of a good hard lesson, and Dean planned to give it to him... good and hard. He might like it at first, but not for long. Before Dean was through with him, the sounds coming out of the faggot would not be cries of ecstasy.

Dean shifted in the booth seat as his cock twitched and stretched at the imagery his thoughts conjured. Right after his encounter with the queer—Dean had beat off in his patrol car, cumming so fucking hard he almost passed out. He'd jerked off a couple of more times throughout the day as his mind repeatedly turned to Friday night... and tearing that little fag a new asshole. When he left here and went home, he'd yank his cock again, but this time naked on his bed, no confines, blowing his wad all over himself.

"You okay?" Gary snorted when Dean shifted again.

Dean chuckled and boldly adjusted his package. "Yeah. That bitch, Marcy, got my dick hard. I swear she deliberately gives me come-on looks, then pretends she doesn't want to fuck me." He chuffed and swallowed more beer. "She ain't fooling me. Mark my words—one of these nights, she's gonna give it up and, when she does, I'm gonna fuck every hole."

"You're making me hard." Gary smirked. "Can I join in?"

"Fuck yeah." Dean laughed. "We'll take her from both ends."

"You know, I've never done that before," Gary admitted. "Always wanted to, though. Total fucking male domination over the bitch—the way it's supposed to be." He laughed out loud and thrust his beer out, cracking bottles with Dean, both men hooting and cackling.

• • •

Dennis checked the time on his phone. He wasn't comfortable with Marlene being out in the woods alone after Zeke saw people out there yesterday.

"I'm sure she'll be back soon." Frank closed the oven.

"Yeah." Dennis stuffed the phone back inside his pocket. "Still... maybe I should go get her. Dinner is almost ready, isn't it?"

Frank nodded. "Things still tense between the two of you?"

"A bit, yeah. I was hoping if she came out here and spent some time with you and Zeke, maybe it would help."

"Maybe it will." Frank smiled and kissed him.

They returned to the porch. "I'm going to go ahead and walk over there," Dennis said. "Make sure she's all right."

"No need," Ron spoke up. "Zeke went over to check on her."

"Zeke..." Frank glanced toward the woods, suddenly anxious. "I, uh..." He looked at Dennis and put on a light smile. "How about I go get them? You wait here with Ron and James, et to know each other better." He didn't wait for Dennis to object and trotted down the steps.