Good Vibrations

Starsky grinned and flipped Minnie on the butt with a file. She turned and gave him her widest smile. “Trashy boy!”

If she only knew! Hutch was watching his partner going through his macho man routine.
Starsky turned his big blue eyes up to Minnie and flashed his lop-sided smile.
“You know you love me really!” He said to her in a silly accent.
“I love you sweetheart; but you never follow up your promises!”

That’s what she thinks! Hutch smiled to himself.

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“Promises, promises!” Starsky was prancing around the bedroom wearing a towel and not much else.
Hutch lay back on the bed and watched the performance.
“You know you can be a real cock-tease when you want to be!”
“And you want me to…admit it.” He stood with his back to Hutch and turned to flash a seductive smile over his shoulder. He lowered the towel a fraction of an inch and Hutch got a glimpse of the doorway to heaven. The dark crack was just visible below Starsky’s tan line. Starsky wiggled his butt and pulled the towel back up and took care to fasten in carefully around his waist.
“Hey, come over here.” Hutch said huskily. It was getting too much for him. His cock was already up and standing to attention and he needed Starsky so badly.

Starsky danced around the room again and winked at Hutch before going back into the bathroom.
Just leave the towel, buddy…please.

Starsky knew just how to string it out…Hutch could hear him cleaning his teeth! He lay back and started stroking himself with his hand and fantasizing about what he was going to do with that darkly tanned body when it finally reappeared. He was almost there; near the edge…. Dammit! Now what’s he doing?
From inside the bathroom he could hear a familiar buzzing sound. No; he can’t be…he wouldn’t…surely not that… he knows how much I need it…
His hand filled with hot liquid and he lay back against the pillow and sighed. Not again! This was the fourth time in as many days that he’d let go too soon. It was worrying him despite Starsky’s loving reassurances.
“It doesn’t matter…hey listen if you felt good enough to get there…come on, let’s see if you can hold out a bit longer this time.”
But it did matter. Starsky could make it last and he knew how to keep Hutch going too. Hutch was getting worried that there was something wrong.
The buzzing in the bathroom stopped and Starsky reappeared grinning and showing all his healthy white teeth. Hutch loved the way that they were almost perfect – with no help – and yet there was a slight crookedness in the side teeth; the first time he’d said anything about it Starsky had bitten him lovingly. “All the better to eat you with my dear” and gone down for a long, long time; gently running his teeth along Hutch’s cock and threatening to nip his foreskin. “I could do it for you if you like.” Hutch had shriveled in Starsky’s mouth in horror and his partner had ended up on all fours he was laughing so much.

Now he was standing in the bathroom doorway…and he had something in his hand!
Hutch raised himself on one elbow and squinted at his partner who was framed by the light of the bathroom behind him. He couldn’t make out what it was Starsky was holding…but he knew he was going to find out.
Starsky stepped into the room and Hutch nearly fainted.
“A gun? Starsky what kind of kinky games do you want to play here?”
Starsky smiled and aimed the gun at Hutch’s cock.
Hutch froze. He didn’t know if he was scared or mesmerized.
Starsky pulled the trigger and Hutch was showered with water. He sprang from the bed and made a grab at Starsky, who side-stepped the tackle and ran around to the other side of the bed. Hutch lunged across the bed and muffed his shot. He lay spread-eagled on his belly. He raised his head to see Starsky open the night table drawer.
“I think you might like this better.”
Hutch struggled to sit up and Starsky settled beside him. “I bought it just for you; I figured it might help.”
He handed it to Hutch and smiled.
Hutch looked at the vibrator and tried to figure out what Starsky had in mind.
Starsky, Hutch knew all too well, had a very dirty mind!
“Where did you get that?”
Starsky grinned wickedly. “You remember when we were buying that gift for Lisa and I wanted to find Uncle Elmo’s….”
“You went back?”
“Hey I’ve grown up too Hutch; I wanted to see if what kind of toys he had!”
“And you found that?”
“Give it to me…”
“No I bought it; I get to play with it first.” He grinned, “or was that what you meant?”
“Starsky!”

Starsky leaned over and kissed him. Hutch started to search inside his partner’s mouth with his tongue; he lifted the tip and licked the ridged roof knowing that it was one of Starsky’s more ticklish spots. Starsky responded by bringing his teeth gently down to trap Hutch’s tongue. Hutch continued to flicker his tongue in the warm cavern and Starsky went to work.
He took Hutch’s lower lip between his own and sucked hard; Hutch could feel his lip swelling as his excitement mounted. Starsky pulled gently with his lips and went for the next move. His tongue entwined with Hutch’s and he pressed his lips hard against Hutch’s lips.
Hutch started to stroke the firm muscular back; his finger lingered on the row of neat round scars that marked the spots that had almost deprived him of his lover. He fingered each scar lovingly and then held on tight to Starsky’s shoulders pulling the darker man down towards him for another long deep kiss.
Starsky’s hands were on the move too. Hutch could feel the long slender and incredibly strong fingers as the gripped his buttocks pulling him closer to Starsky’s body. He felt the left hand move away and in the next moment he felt that same firm grip on his cock.
Starsky sucked at his lips again; then came up for air.
“Roll over” he said gently.
Hutch was ready for whatever his friend had to give him. He disentangled himself from Starsky’s grip and turned face down. Starsky lifted him by the hips and Hutch slid a pillow down to give his back the support it needed. Starsky’s mouth was on his back. Soft fluttering kisses down his spine. Hutch felt a frisson of anticipation.
A hand returned to his cock and started to slowly pull and stroke; Hutch knew that he was being milked and he was ready to let go. His penis began to swell and extend and he felt the need building up in him. Not yet…please, not yet.
Starsky knew just how to play him; like a fisherman plays a trout. First he excites with a bait, then he lets the line go slack to allow the fish to regain some of the ground; and then he makes his final move.
Right now the line had loosened a little and Hutch felt the first dewdrops forming at the tip of his penis; but somehow he managed to hang on a little longer.
Starsky’s fingers were exploring the crack of Hutch’s ass. Stroking and probing as they prepared the way for the final ecstasy. He paused and Hutch felt his weight shift. Out of the corner of his eye Hutch saw Starsky reach for the night stand and open the drawer. Hutch felt the cool touch of the lubricant as Starsky applied it to his waiting anus. There was a tender pleasure to be had from that cool gel as Starsky worked it into the opening flower of Hutch’s ass.
Starsky leaned to put his lips by Hutch’s ear. He nibbled the lobe and whispered “Are you ready?”
“Oh god, please…just do it for me…” His erection was back to its full power and again the wet was forming at the tip…Hutch knew that the tide was about to be released; he prayed to be able to hold on to it long enough to get the full effect of what Starsky was doing.
The hard tip of the vibrator pushed against Hutch’s anus. Starsky went gently. They’d never played with one of these before and he didn’t want to hurt his partner. He remembered his own cry of pain-filled pleasure the first time Hutch had taken him and he knew that this was going to be like a first time for Hutch too. The thing was about the same size as Starsky’s own dick, but it didn’t have the natural flexibility of human flesh. He pushed gently and watched in approval as Hutch opened to take it into his ass.
Starsky slipped a little more of the gel onto his finger and worked it around the rim of Hutch’s anus as the vibrator slid further in. Hutch began to moan and Starsky withdrew his free hand to give his partner’s dick a friendly tug. He removed his hand, damp with Hutch’s dew and sniffed it. “I love your smell…WASP in rut!”
Hutch was beginning to pump his ass as the vibrator went a little further in and Starsky saw that the moment had come…he flipped the switch.
Hutch reared up and pressed his hips down against the pillow and Starsky once again slipped a hand under his friend. He milked Hutch’s penis in rhythm with the Hutch’s humping in response to the vibrator that had finally touched his prostate and brought him to the final thrill.
Hutch let out a howl of delight and Starsky felt his hand fill with semen. Hutch slumped flat on his face and Starsky lay across his back kissing the back of his neck and gently stroking his butt. He took hold of the vibrator and began to ease it out gently; Hutch was relaxing in the wake of his orgasm and the vibrator slipped out easily. Starsky switched it off and put it on the bed beside him. He rolled over to face his partner who was now lying on his side and blue eyes gazed into a deeper reflection of themselves.
“Good huh?” Starsky said with a grin.
“Give me a moment.” Hutch whispered.
“Don’t take too long; I want to play too.” But Hutch had drifted off into a post-coital doze and Starsky smiled. At least he managed to hold on to it this time.

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Hot dog!

It was that time of day when it was safe to go shopping in the dangerous parts of town. Too early for the low-life to have crawled out from wherever it spent the night.
Starsky and Hutch were bored. They’d been on a stake-out for two days…and nothing had happened. Starsky’s stomach rumbled and he turned the key in the ignition.
“To hell with this, I’m starved!”
Hutch looked at his watch. “We have another hour to go Starsk. There’s a stand over there; why don’t you go get a hot dog.”
His partner cut the motor and opened the door.
“You want anything?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“No, well I guess you swallowed enough last night!”
Hutch felt himself blush as Starsky skipped over to get something to eat.
He came back with one of the biggest hot-dogs Hutch had ever seen.
Starsky settled behind the wheel and attacked his lunch.
Hutch looked at the hot dog again. The sausage skin had burst at one end in the cooking and Hutch couldn’t help thinking…no he had to keep his mind on the stake-out. If Starsky was eating that thing, he wouldn’t have his mind on the job.
“This bread is stale.” Starsky made a face and removed the top half of the bun and looked around before dropping it out of the window.
“Starsky, that’s littering.”
“Hutch, take a look around you.”
Hutch looked at where they were; there were burger cartons and paper cups scattered wherever he looked. Something over by a trash can caught his eye…surely not; but it was…someone had left a used condom on the sidewalk. He turned to say something to his partner but the words stuck in his throat.
Starsky had scoped up the pickle that was stuck to the sausage and was licking it off his thumb the way only Starsky could lick his thumb. Hutch felt a flicker inside his jeans. He took a deep breath.
Starsky had finished with the pickle and now he was separating the sausage from the lower part of the bun. He held the sausage at an angle and began to run his tongue along the underside; he lingered over the tip where the exposed meat had soaked up a little extra mustard.
Hutch tried to keep his imagination under control; but he was fighting a losing battle. The dab of mustard was perfectly positioned to remind him of…
He thought he saw someone move in the building that they were watching; but there was no-one in sight.
He glanced at Starsky out of the corner of his eye. Starsky was grinning.
“Enjoying the show?”
Hutch’s throat was dry; he felt hot and his penis was beginning to strain against the combined pressure of his underpants and his jeans.
“Just eat the fucking thing willya?”
Starsky laughed. “Is that what you want Blondie? You want me to eat your fucking thing?” He had subtly changed the emphasis on the words and Hutch choked.
“Just eat the sausage Starsky and stop playing games.”
“You sound like my mom: ‘don’t play with your food’!”
He took the end of the sausage and seemed to suck on it for a moment before pulling it further into his mouth. Hutch was aching to feel those lips on his cock. Damnit he was getting jealous of a sausage!
Starsky took the sausage out of his mouth. “Did you call you’re a weenie when you were little?”
“Huh?”
“Your dick; did you call it your weenie? No I’ll bet you called it your pee-pee.”
“No I uh..uh..I called it a weenie.”
“And then you found out that hot-dog sausages were called Wieners…”
“I thought they were Frankfurters.”
“Sorry, I forgot you weren’t kosher! But you did know about Wieners didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Hutch sounded embarrassed.
“So the next time you had a hot dog what did it remind you of?”
“Starsky!”
“No it didn’t, we hadn’t met yet!” He grinned and carefully bit off the end of the sausage. “I guess I should eat this before you mess up your jeans.”
He licked the length of it once more and the sighed and winked at Hutch. “Down the hatch Hutch!” he finished the sausage and licked the ends of his fingers; steadily gazing at Hutch as he did so.
Hutch was getting desperate. It was throbbing against his jeans and if he didn’t get release soon thing were going to be difficult to explain when he got out of the car.
Starsky smiled and looked Hutch straight in the eye. “Got you thinking, didn’t I?”
He put a hand on Hutch’s crotch and winked.
“Don’t worry; what are partners for? Help is at hand.”
He deftly unzipped Hutch’s jeans and felt inside for the opening of the cotton shorts that Hutch preferred.
Contact. Hutch whistled a breath in through his teeth. Starsky took Hutch’s cock out of its covering and started to gently work his hand up and down. Hutch sat back against the seat and prayed that the next shift wouldn’t arrive early.
Starsky’s strong fingers pulled and stroked and caressed and Hutch felt himself hardening just that little bit more…the moment before release. Starsky leaned over and kissed Hutch full on the mouth. His tongue echoed the movements that Hutch’s cock was making in his partner’s carefully positioned hand.
Starsky caught the first drip with a finger and took it to his lips. “Mmmmmmmmm”
He put his finger back and fed Hutch a drop of his own pre-come. Hutch moaned.
“Starsk for god’s sake, someone is going to see us.”
“Not a soul in sight buddy.”
The dark curls were poised over Hutch’s lap. Hutch quivered in anticipation and Starsky’s lips replaced his hand. He started to treat Hutch’s cock the same way he’d treated the sausage. He ran his tongue along the sensitive underside before taking it into his mouth. Hutch could feel Starsky’s strong throat muscles drawing him further into his mouth. Starsky could swallow a glass of beer in one and Hutch knew that he was opening his throat now to take in all that his partner had to offer.
Hutch closed his eyes and let himself go. He felt the hot liquid spurt out of his cock and he knew that Starsky was swallowing all that he could take.
Starsky sat up and licked his lips suggestively. “Not bad for dessert.”
Hutch struggled to rearrange his clothes and zipped himself just as a dark green LTD slid around the corner to take over the next watch.
Starsky started the motor and called out of the window to the cops in the relief car.
“Just in time. Hutch was beginning to get desperate…too much coffee!”
As the Torino drove away Hutch said “You really enjoy taking risks don’t you?”

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I’ve got a hold on you

Starsky lay on the bed; his left wrist was attached to a dog leash that was in its turn looped around the wooden foot at one corner of the bed. He was naked from the waist up and his leanly muscled torso glistened slightly with sweat in anticipation of what might be coming next.
Hutch was standing over him smiling sweetly.
“Don’t move; don’t touch me…leave it all to me.”
Starsky half closed his eyes and Hutch admired the long dark eyelashes that some women would kill for. Starsky’s lips twitched in a smile and he said quietly; “I’m all yours.”
He had to lie back and wait while Hutch slowly undressed himself until he stood before his partner like some kind of Nordic blond god; his own penis was already semi-erect and Starsky started to reach out for it. Hutch gently slapped his wrist. “Don’t move…this is my playtime, remember?”

Hutch’s smile broadened and he gently undid the button at the top of Starsky’s fly; he lowered the zipper and stood back to admire the swelling mound beneath the soft cotton of Starsky’s underwear.
Hutch slid his hands under the waistband and started to work the jeans down Starsky’s legs. Starsky lifted his hips slightly to allow the denim to slip away from his butt.
Hutch left the jeans crumpled around Starsky’s ankles.
He leaned over Starsky’s face and took the lower lip between his teeth and bit gently.
Hutch pushed his tongue into his partner’s mouth and started to lick and suck at the pink cavity that opened up to him. Starsky’s tongue rose in response and Hutch smacked him gently on the arm. “I said don’t move!” The tongue relaxed again.
Hutch withdrew from Starsky’s mouth and started to stroke and lick his way down through the soft curls that covered Starsky’s chest. He found a tight brown nipple and took it between his lips nipping at it like a baby trying to draw milk from his mother. Starsky groaned and Hutch reached out with his hand to take the other nipple between his finger and thumb; while he suckled at Starsky with his mouth he caressed the other. Starsky groaned again. “Hey, you know I’m ticklish.”
“Ssssh.”
Starsky lay back and concentrated on what Hutch was doing to him. With every movement of his fingers Hutch was tantalizing his partner to a state of total arousal. He felt Hutch’s strong hands make their way to the elastic around his waist and was ready to lift himself again when necessary. Not yet. Hutch slipped his hands into Starsky’s underpants and slid them around to cup the tight buttocks that were waiting for him. He continued to stroke and caress and tighten his hold so that it felt as if he was squeezing them like ripe lemons. The hands returned to the elastic and Starsky felt the cotton begin to slide away, releasing his fast-hardening cock which sprang out as soon as the underpants were clear.
Hutch slipped them down to join Starsky’s jeans.
He grinned and said “Well look who’s here ready to join the fun.” He took Starsky’s cock in his hand and shook it like the hand of someone to whom he had just been introduced. Starsky giggled.
Hutch started to use his hand to stimulate his partner. He lay across his torso and stared into the deep blue eyes while he continued to play almost absent-mindedly with his favorite toy. He felt a drip of moisture on his wrist and he knew that the moment had come for his next move.
Carefully he rolled Starsky over onto his stomach and tucked a pillow under his hips.
He took up where he had left off with Starsky’s cock and caught of one of Starsky’s soft fuzzy balls and cupped it in his hand, rolling it the way a pitcher might roll a baseball in his hand hefting it to judge its weight and power. Starsky bore down slightly into Hutch’s hand and another droplet seeped out of the tip of his penis.
Hutch kissed his shoulder and nuzzled the back of his neck seeking out the spot just below the occipital bone where he knew his friend had one of his erogenous spots; he knew he’d found it when Starsky groaned again.
Starsky was beginning to breathe more frantically now – desperately trying to hold onto himself so that they would finally come together.
“Hutch,” he grunted, “get to it, please, now.”
Hutch ran his tongue down Starsky’s spine and was rewarded with a stifled giggle.
“Tickles,” Starsky could hardly speak.
Hutch paused to reach for the tube of lubricating gel and he squeezed a blob into the palm of his hand. He used his forefinger to prepare Starsky’s waiting rosebud, gently rimming it with gel and just pushing the very tip into the hole he used the rest of the gel to coat his penis and kneeled down between Starsky’s slightly parted thighs.
Hutch took Starsky’s buttock in his hands and parted them. He lowered himself so that his hips were pressing against Starsky’s ass and his penis started to seek out its path.
He entered gently. Now matter how many times he had fucked Starsky, he would never forget his partner’s wild cry of pain the fist time. For a terrible moment Hutch thought that it would be the last time too. Starsky had yelped and pulled away like a frightened virgin bride on her wedding night. It had taken all of the skills that Hutch’s previous lover had taught him to bring Starsky to take his own pleasure. Even now the rosebud closed slightly before unfurling to allow Hutch in.
He pushed deeper and deeper until he felt the nub of his penis touch the button that would release Starsky to the ultimate point of no return. They rose together and flew across the universe in a flight of ecstasy. Starsky let out a little moan of pleasure and then let rip with a full throated roar that sent Hutch howling to the moon.
Hutch collapsed satiated against Starsky’s strong back. They lay there as one panting and gasping.
Finally Starsky managed to speak again.
“Hutch…that was fantastic.”
“Glad to have been of service ma’am.”

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Friday night ‘phone call

“Hi mom;” Starsky was doing his best to keep his voice steady.
“No everything’s just fine…I’m…uh…” he tapped Hutch on the head and whispered “turn it down.”
“What mom? No I was asking Hutch to turn down the TV so I can hear you.”
Hutch looked up and winked.
“No we finished work early today and he came over to …uh…watch the…uh…there’s a good movie on.” He managed to suppress a giggle. “Yeah mom it is a romantic comedy.”
Hutch turned his clear blue eyes up at Starsky and raised his eyebrows.
“Romantic comedy?” he whispered.
Starsky shifted position.
“Look mom, I have to go…I have something on the heat…I think it’s gonna boil over.”
Hutch grinned and mimed swallowing hard.
Starsky tried to keep himself together but it was getting tougher and tougher to speak with a normal voice.
“Spaghetti and meatballs.”
Hutch leaned back on his heels and started to giggle helplessly. “Meatballs huh?”
He took Starsky at his word.
Starsky was getting desperate. “Mom I love you…but I really have to go…it’s going to boil over any minute. I call you next Friday same time; I promise.”
“The meatballs are great Starsk…but this sure as hell isn’t spaghetti…giant cannelloni maybe…”
Starsky lost control.
When he had finished Hutch said…”or maybe chicken soup.”

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Like a Virgin

(Starsky’s POV)
There’s a first time for everything. It started a long time ago. I guess I’d never even thought about it – I mean I’d spent enough time under the bleachers with the cheerleaders at High School. I’d known guys who preferred other men – and I had a few advances in the jungle. You sleep in a tent with five other men and things get a little too close for comfort sometimes…I can understand what goes down in prisons.
To be honest I’d even had my doubts about ol’ Blondie when I first saw him that day in the locker room. He was kind of uptight. Most of us had been jocks or even in the forces and we had no big deal with wandering from shower to locker with nothing on.
He was all wrapped up in his towel like it was a skirt and he was kind of hesitant – like he didn’t know where to look when someone walked past with everything on display.

Plus he had that golden boy look – all smooth and soft; he wasn’t as muscular back then. Not exactly the six foot wimp either; he must have done some sports but he didn’t have the same build as many of us. And he’d just about made it through the exercise session. We’d been running and some of the guys were having trouble keeping up. We split into three distinct groups – the runners, I was up there with them chatting with Colby as we kept the pace going; the joggers; they kept it steady but didn’t get up to our speed; and last of all the guys who were just about able to get away from fast-walking pace. They were soon dropped from the group – not fit enough to continue active training. Hutch was in group two. He could keep it steady but he’d made the mistake of thinking he could run with the rest of us, and John and I noticed that suddenly there he was gone…he’d had to drop back to get his wind and he stayed with the joggers.
Anyway there we were back in the locker room and I was drying my parts.
I looked up and saw that he was watching me, then he noticed that I’d noticed and he turned away – he was blushing.
I thought nothing of it and when a couple of the others joshed him about his blond looks and his education I instinctively took his side. And he took mine when some smart ass thought that he had to make a remark about my identity.
We were assigned together and we ended up as partners when we finally got to drop the uniforms. We were both seeing plenty of women – hey it was the seventies and we were swinging every which way with the best of them. Women had control of their fertility with the Pill so we didn’t need to worry about fumbling around with a rubber at the last minute. The biggest risk was a little something itchy – and thank god I never got any of that. Now, well I guess we’ve calmed down although I have to say that Hutch and I got our timing right – we were already strictly monogamous when the big scare started. And we have always trusted one another so I guess we’re safe.

So how did it start? A touch? A look? No. It started with a kiss.
I’d been closer to death than I care to remember and Hutch had been running around like a chicken with singed tail feathers trying to nail the bastard behind the shooting.
I was finally coming back to the surface. I had moments when I could even try to open my eyes. He was sitting there reading a computer printout. There had to be about a mile of paper in the wad he was holding and he saw my eyelids flicker. So what does that great beloved blond klutz of mine do? He starts hopping and skipping around the room like three-year-old at a birthday party. And he gets all tangled in the paper! The nurse was a scream. To look at her you’d think she was a sour as a lemon; but she was a sweetie and she’d already noticed me surfacing. She untangled him and calmed him down before going to find the doctor. Hutch came over to the bed and asked one if his award-winning dumb questions. “Starsk, are you there?”
Well where else was I? I opened an eye and smiled at him and tried to nod; but my head didn’t want to come up from the pillow. He looked me in the eye and said. “Oh god, Starsk I’ve missed you.” And he kissed me! I smiled again and he planted the next one firmly on my lips. I think if he hadn’t heard the doc coming he’d have gone for the big one there and then. I mean I didn’t resist….and I didn’t want to either.
The doctor said that Hutch should go; let me rest blah blah. He smiled at me again and said quietly: ”I’ve always loved you.” I puckered my lips as a reply and he left the room.

When I finally got out of the hospital they insisted that I needed someone with me twenty four hours a day – so Hutch moved in with me. And that’s when it started.
He held me in his arms and I knew that I was safe.
He took it slowly. He finally admitted that he wasn’t a virgin; if you see what I mean. There’d been some guy back when he was ‘finding himself’ after dropping out of college.
He’d lived with Joel (pronounced Joe L) for about six months and he learned all the tricks.
I was kind of wary; I mean I never had any hang ups about what someone’s tastes are. I’d never thought about it for me though. Hutch had me cradled in his arms on the bed. We were both down to our underwear and his hard-on showed. He told me Joel’s theory. That we all have maybe one or two people meant for us in the world. Sometimes we find them and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we’re happy with who we do find – even if it isn’t the ‘one’; Joel also reckoned that we had two of each…two men and two women and again it was as much luck as destiny which soul-mate we ended up with.
“I thought Joel was my meant-to-be.” He said. “But it didn’t last….but us; we’ve been together for long time now – we’ve lasted longer than a lot of marriages (including mine).”
“Is that why she left you?” I asked him. I mean I’d always gone along with the overambitious bitch explanation for Vanessa and her death had kind of proved the point but….
“In part.” Was all he’d said.

He leaned over and kissed me again. I’d let him go a little further by now. Deep long kisses that took me up to the clouds each time – and I’d given him the full benefit of my talent in that particular field.

I let him put his hand in my pants too. I‘d even got as far as taking him in my hand…but I wasn’t ready for anything else.
He asked me if I wanted to go a little further and I knew that he needed to get there. I held his cock and said “Yes.”
He pushed my underpants away and ran a finger along my dick. I had a girlfriend could do that with the tip of her fingernail so I hardly felt a thing and yet I felt everything.
It was like one of those buzzer thing we used to hide in our hands when we were kids….made me fizz all over.
He kissed me – just above the hairline and I though I was going to giggle…he’d just grown a mustache and it was silkier than I expected.
“Sssh” he said. “Let me teach you slowly.”
And slow was how it was. I’ve had some blow jobs in my time but boy that was something else. Behind that cool WASP there burns a flame.
He started to stroke me and then he took one of my balls in the palm of his hand and leaned forward and kissed it. No he brushed it with his lips…and I felt a chill go up my spine. He cupped it and weighted it gently and I felt my erection growing. I felt the silky touch of his mustache on my cock and he turned and grinned. “Hey don’t poke my eye out!”
I didn’t know what to say.
He started to take me in his mouth and I knew I was in big, big trouble.
He started sucking so gently; I was beginning to squirm underneath him and he put a firm hand on my belly. He came up for air “Sssh don’t move; let me do it all.” And back he went. He ran his tongue around the tip of my penis and I wondered what it must feel like with his – would I have to move the flap with my tongue or does it go itself ; how should I know; but I’d learn later. His tongue was taking me to places I’d never been before. There was something different because it was him and not one of the women I’d had in my life. That’s seems dumb doesn’t it – I mean a tongue is a tongue, right? But then again I read someplace that it’s really a bunch of muscle and Hutch has strong muscles!
He opened his mouth and took a bit more of me in there; my instinct was to pump a little but I didn’t know if that would be right – so I stayed as quiet as I could. He opened his throat and took me in further. His tongue was doing its thing and my cock was beginning to pound. I couldn’t hold it back any more. I felt it flood into his mouth.
He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I like, the taste of you. “ He said. Now that came as news to me – we taste different? Then I remembered how Terri was more like honey mixed with salt; so I guess we all have our flavor.
I lay back and waited for my erection to subside. But he wasn’t going to let me off that easily. He started to me stroke again. His hand was moving under my butt at the same time and his finger started to explore my ass. I discovered that I had a ticklish spot I didn’t know about. That point just at the top where the crack starts…I was squirming again.
He had one hand working my cock and the other hand was going to where I had only ever been touched by my mom or later by a nurse when I was soiled. I didn’t know how I felt. My cock was beginning to throb in his gentle but firm grip. Hutch has big strong hands and he was exerting pressure but holding it loose. I know that sound dumb; but that’s how it felt. The other hand was still there. He moved a finger and touched my asshole and I tightened it like a clam. He withdrew and started to work at my cock with a little more energy. I could feel it all welling up again; no point in even trying to hold it back. I gasped as I came in his hand. He kissed me and said “don’t move; one more little touch.” He slipped his hand under my butt and I felt my own semen all over it. His fingers were slimy with it and he slipped the tip of one of them back up to my hole. This time I didn’t clench quite so hard and he just gently pushed the tip in. holding it there. He kissed me full and hard on the mouth and said "that’s enough for now…tomorrow we’ll see what else you can do.”

I slept like a kid; a kid who had a wet dream. I woke with the wet patch underneath me and I remembered my dream. I’d been dreaming of doing the same for Hutch. I looked at him asleep beside me and slid back into a deep sleep.

We worked the day shift that week and I spent most of the day wishing it was over so I could get back to where we’d left off the night before. I wanted to show Hutch what I could do for him.
We ate a quick dinner at Huggy’s and went back to his place.
He let me undress him and I led him to the bed. “Lie down” I said.
I lay beside him and kissed him long and slow; nipping his lips between mine and sucking on them until I could feel them swell. I followed the imaginary line down his sternum and his belly and arrived at his big cock. This was where I’d found out how an uncircumcised dick works…I’d always wondered ever since I saw one for the first time in the locker room and realized that mine was not the standard issue.
I kissed the tip and took it into my mouth. I started sucking and licking and soon I could feel it swelling and pressing against the roof of my mouth. I figured that if I gave his dick the same treatment that I gave a woman’s pussy he’d be happy enough. I licked and sucked and lapped until he shot his bolt just as I was coming up for air…I caught as much as I could in my hand.
I was a hard as a rock by now and my best friend was in need of relief fast. Hutch had found me with his hand. He groaned slightly and rolled over.
“Use your hand to wet me a little” he said as he parted his legs enough for me to see the dark slit between his buttocks open up. I stopped thinking…all I knew was that I had to have it and now. I wiped my handful of semen along the crack and then went in.
Amazing. It was fucking amazing! Ok bad pun; but I had never even thought it would be like this. He was tighter than any girl I’d ever had but he opened up to me and it was like fucking a dream. I had a couple of girls who knew how to use their muscles to make it more interesting but Hutch just opened up and let me take what I wanted.
I pushed in a little further and felt something through the wall of his anus. Did I hesitate? Whatever, Hutch lifted his head and said thickly. “You’ve found it Starsk; press the button and it’s like starting the engine in that striped tomato of yours.”
“I pushed a little harder and he bucked under me…he was coming and he was taking me with him. I clung to his hips and reared back as he bucked under me again and we cried out in unison. I felt my release and slumped down beside him. I kissed his face and he took mine between his hands and kissed me again. “Starsky, you are learning fast. Sleep now my love; tomorrow will be even better.”

Tomorrow was a day off. I woke beside him a looked at him still asleep. I could hear a line from some Leonard Cohen song. “I love you in the morning; your kisses sweet and warm, your head upon the pillow like a sleeping golden stone….” That’s what Hutch was; a sleeping golden stone. I slid out of the bed and tiptoes into the kitchen to make coffee. I foraged in the fridge and cupboards but Hutch was doing an Old Mother Hubbard impersonation that week. I got dressed and went out to buy breakfast.

When I got back he was all pink and shiny from the shower. We sat with coffee and donuts and I couldn’t resist licking the sugar off mine and then pushing my tongue through the hole in the middle. Hutch raised an eyebrow and said “You’re giving me ideas!” We managed to finish breakfast but he dragged me back to the bed and was stripping me lovingly before I could even suggest doing the dishes. I figured I could be a slob for once; it was going to be worth it!

He started with the kisses and the hand job just like the night before and then he turned me over. He kissed the back of my neck and took a hold of my hips to raise me up. “Slide the pillow down under your hips” he whispered in my ear between kisses and nuzzles. I did what he said. “We can stop any time you say; OK?” he said. I was going to protest but he went on. “I want you to enjoy it Starsk…if you want to stop; if you get scared or if it doesn’t feel right tell me and I’ll stop.”
Me and Thee, even in bed!
I thought quickly of his own tight asshole the night before and I couldn’t help wondering about that and the size of his cock but I trust Hutch and I knew he wouldn’t harm me.
He started to run his finger along the crack again and tickled my new-found erogenous spot. His other hand was free; no hand job this time. He was giving all his attention to my ass. He kissed my butt and I felt the old shiver starting up again. He went back to kissing the back of my neck. I felt his cock begin to harden against my thigh and then he lowered himself so that he was rubbing it gently between my thighs just below my pelvis. “Ready?” he asked. “When you are,” I said.
His body shifted and out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach out and take something off the nightstand; it was the tube of the gel girls use to get a diaphragm in. He must have put some on the tip of his finger because I felt a cold wetness on my hole. He was gently lubricating me...he pushed the finger in and explored a little. He was still kissing me on my back and shoulders. Did I notice when he withdrew his finger and pushed his cock up to replace it? I don’t know. I felt the pressure as his penis was throbbing and probing, wanting to enter. I tried to relax but the more I thought about it the tighter I got. He stroked my buttock gently. “Relax Starsk; let go of yourself.”
He went on stroking and I felt my butt unclench. The probing throbbing dick came back to knock on my door and this time I relaxed enough to let him in.
He was gentle; but it hurt. It hurt but I didn’t want it to stop. I pushed myself up slightly to come and meet him. I guess that’s when I cried out at the unexpected pain as he pushed in and started to fuck me. He pulled away slightly. “Oh god, Starsk; I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t stop.” I managed to say. He didn’t. He pushed in a little more, pumping and grinding and getting more and more excited as he did. My own erection was pushing between the pillow and the mattress and I could feel it through the feathers under my belly; there was something strange and exciting about feeling my own cock like that.
I felt him press my button and I understood what he meant about starting the Torino’s motor. It ripped through me like a tidal wave…I was in ecstasy despite the fact that I was also as sore as hell. I think I let out a whoop; Hutch certainly did.
When he’d finished he parted my buttocks gently with his hands. “You’re bleeding a little; stay there.” He came back with a damp washcloth a wiped me gently. It stung but it was worth it. For Hutch it was worth it. And I knew that it had been worth it for me too.

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(Hutch’s POV)

I knew I was taking a risk. I couldn’t help it. Id always been more promiscuous than Starsky; even before we started to sleep together. He was less likely to take a one-nighter with a woman; whereas I was happy to take them and leave them. I guess deep down he needs to feel secure.
The other thing about the whole business is that I knew what I was doing to him. Starsky is fiercely loyal. He decides you are his friend and he is there for you whatever. I did it to him once with a woman and I thought he’d never forgive me. But he did. He flares and sometimes he seethes in cold fury; but either way he gets over it and things fall back into place. One thing; Starsky doesn’t sulk.

So I was taking a risk. I couldn’t help it; the temptation was too much for me.
First off he looked like Joel; what could I do? I still held a candle for Joel he’d taught me so much and helped me to come to terms with my feelings. When Corel walked into the bar that evening I knew I had to have him. There was no doubt what he was looking for either. I slid along the bar and took the stool next to him and offered him a drink. He asked for a white wine Spritzer!
So I guess you’re wondering where my curly-headed lover was if I was in a bar on my own. He was spending Thanksgiving with his mom so he was in New York for the holiday weekend. I’d put him on the plane that morning and I had five days of space to fill until he flew back on Monday evening. Corel filled those five days very nicely…I gave thanks!
I’d taken the ‘phone off the hook. I had holiday owed to me too and I didn’t want to be called in for an emergency. Corel and I found plenty to do that weekend; I really did not want to be disturbed. What if I hadn’t left the ‘phone off the hook? What if Starsky had gotten through to tell me he was taking an earlier flight because of a snow warning? What if….

Corel and I were in the shower when I could have sworn I heard the front door open.
We were too intensely occupied for me to go and see if I was right. I was holding on to the shower fitting trying to keep myself from buckling at the knees and Corel was right inside me pushing and shoving and I was about to take off. Corel slowed off for a second – I knew it was the sign that he was about to come – and I thought I heard the door again. The explosion on my ass made it impossible for me to think straight. We disentangled ourselves and finished the shower the conventional way and I left him to shave while I grabbed my robe and went to make coffee.

Starsky’s kitbag was on the floor by the bed.
I froze. I looked around but he wasn’t there.

Corel came out of the bathroom. If he’d noticed the bag he didn’t say so. He goosed me and put a slice of bread in the toaster. I turned and he put his hand inside my robe and started to bring me on again. This time I guess it was the thrill of the risk of being discovered that took over. I undid the towel from around his waist and dragged him back to the bed. I had him over the edge of the bed and I was making for the gate to paradise when Starsky came back.
He didn’t slam the door as he left – he didn’t need to; the force of his fury was palpable in the room. I told Corel he’d better go and I dressed at the same time.

I knew Starsky was waiting for Corel to leave. He’s fiery and he gets out of control sometimes but I wasn’t worried for Corel’s safety – I knew that all the anger was aimed at me. I finished dressing and made coffee hoping that he’d be in a fit state to at least drink a cup.
He came in quietly and said nothing. He just stood staring at me and I could see that he’d been crying. Starsky’s eyes are the deepest blue you ever saw. I know people who think he wears colored lenses but believe me they are one hundred percent natural.
His eyes reflect his every mood – unless he deliberately chooses to ‘switch them off’ and he can do that, believe me. He can turn a totally deadpan stare at some guy he’s questioning and the menace is all the stronger because it is so piercing. At that moment they were blue and flashing like a mars light – from hot to cold; his hurt and his fury were electric.
He stared at me for a moment and I stood up to go over and reach out to him.
He’s fast. He always was. Huggy once told me that he was one of the fastest on the field and on the track back when they were at High School. He also knows how to fight dirty. John Blaine taught him that. Now there’s an irony, all those years that Blaine was Starsky’s mentor and he never made an advance on the kid. He didn’t come on to Starsky at all. I asked him why; yes…
Blaine said he had never felt like that about a kid. John taught him to handle himself in a fight and what with that tuition and the football and hand-to-hand in the jungle Starsky could be a very dangerous enemy.
He flew at me; head down and fists already flailing. He knocked me over and I managed to steady myself against the back of the couch. His fists were still making contact at random; he got me in the gut and rammed me against the wall. He took aim at my balls and I somehow managed to slip to one side and escape him. What happened next took me by surprise. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen Starsky slam his fist into the wall; he even put it through one once, in a cheap hotel where the partitions were thin. But this time he started slamming one-two, one-two then he ducked his head down and started to bang it against the wall too…and he was crying. Great wracking sobs.
“No…no…no…”
I stepped over to stand behind him. I touched his shoulder and he flinched. I put my arms around his waist and started to fight to get away from me. I used the advantage of my height and managed to lift him and pull him over to the couch. He was tensed like a cat that doesn’t want to be picked up. “Come on Starsk; calm down before you hurt yourself.”
He turned his angry gaze back on me. For a second I swore I saw a flash of green in his eyes…this was a frenzy of jealousy as well as betrayal.

He gulped his breath and I held firm. I wasn’t going to let go, no matter how hard he tried to fight me.
“Listen to me Starsk…Dave…I love you and I’m sorry.”
His voice was gruff with tears and anger.
“Sorry? Sorry! You think saying sorry is going to make everything all right?”
I shook my head. “No but it’s a start, maybe.”
“Five days! Five fucking days…that’s it isn’t it Hutch; you couldn’t hold out, not even for five days.”
His words hit as hard as his fists.
“I held out! I …” He started to sob again.
“I’m sorry; I was lonely. You had your family and you were celebrating the holiday and I was left here…I needed some comfort.”
“Five days! You think I didn’t miss you? When my mom started asking if I had a nice steady girl maybe; and all I could think of was your cock! I held out Hutch.”
I touched him again and he started to relax.
“You’re back now…”
I leaned over to kiss him but he drew away.
“Can I trust you? How do I know you won’t do it again…that you haven't done it before? I’m faithful to you Hutch; that’s all I ask…be faithful. Is that too much?”
“Let me make it up to you.”
He scowled at me from under dark knotted eyebrows and those wild curls of his….I wanted so badly to get at the other curls too.
He sighed.
I switched on the tape deck and Joni’s voice sang behind us.
I reached out and touched his cheek with my thumb. I ran my thumb down the crease below his nose and across the lips of his beautiful sensuous mouth.

‘I met a woman she had a mouth like yours;.... she knew your devils and your dreams…’*

He has his mother’s mouth, his Aunt Rosa has it too. There’s a smile that plays there sometimes that is so sexy I don’t know how any man can resist...I can understand his father and his Uncle Al for falling for those two women!
I ran my thumb along the edge of his lips and his tongue darted out to lick it. The he opened his mouth and I put my thumb in and played him along for a while.
He sucked at my thumb and moved closer to me; I replaced my thumb with my tongue and he responded twining his around mine and licking my palate.
I was getting hard and I slipped a hand down to his groin to feel the heat rising under his oh so tight jeans. I opened the button and pushed down the zipper. I slipped down to the floor and knelt before him. I was doing penance…but the punishment was so sweet.
I took him in my hand and started to lick the sensitive underside of his wonderful dark cock. It grew in my grasp and I took it into my mouth. I sucked and licked as his penis expanded and pushed against the back of my throat. I’d long learned to suppress the reflex gag and to turn it into a movement that would draw off his ejaculation. He came and I took it all.

'Oh I could drink a case of you sweet darling….’*

I looked up at him and he was smiling. He ran his fingers through my hair and bent down to kiss the top of my head. He cupped my chin in his long slender fingers and turned my face up to him so that he could kiss me.
“Not bad for an apology; what did you have in mind to really make it up to me?”
I stood up and led him to the bed.
By the time morning came I was sore and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat but at least it was worth it… I was forgiven.

* lines from ‘A Case of You’ by Joni Mitchell no copyright infringement intended

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Small change

They were standing in line at the supermarket check out when Starsky goosed Hutch. His partner blushed and Starsky giggled.
“You wait ‘til I get you home.” Hutch said under his breath.
“You think you can hold out that long?”

Hutch fought to keep it together as the clerk gave him the total. He slipped his hand into his jacket and pulled out his wallet. He struggled to balance the paper sack and his money and noticed that he was sixty five cents short. He took the risk.
“Starsk…in my front pocket; I should have some small change.”
Starsky flipped an eyebrow. “Small change?” There was something about the way he said ‘small’ that should have tipped Hutch off…made him put down the sack and find it himself; but it was too late. Starsky’s fingers were already in his pocket – and they weren’t just looking for change. Starsky stood close to his partner and grinned. “I think I have it, hold on.”
He certainly had something. Hutch felt a light movement against his balls. Starsky groped around for a second or two more; his eyes twinkling. “Here we are.” He said triumphantly and extracted a few coins. He dropped them on the counter and the clerk took the seventy-five cents and pushed back a dime.
Before Hutch could move Starsky was slipping his fingers into the pocket again and he left more than just a dime. Hutch concentrated on walking back to the car as if there was nothing wrong. He opened the trunk and leaned forward to arrange the shopping. Starsky goosed him again. Hutch got himself to the passenger seat before his partner could do any more damage to his already fragile equilibrium.
Starsky slid behind the wheel and smiled evilly. He made a great play of getting the key into the ignition and as he did so he darted his tongue out between his lips.
“For god’s sake Starsk let’s just go home!”
Starsky chuckled and fired the engine. He steered out of the parking lot and onto the main street. The traffic was flowing pretty freely and he was relaxed as he drove. He put a hand onto Hutch’s lap. Hutch drew his breath.
“Feeling a little edgy aren’t you buddy?” Starsky said quietly.
“That was a mean trick Starsk. You didn’t have to take so long finding the change.”
Starsky’s hand moved slightly in Hutch’s aching crotch. “Looks like maybe I hit the jackpot!”
“Just drive willya!”
“OK!” He took his hand off Hutch’s lap and started to fondle the gear shift. Hutch stared at Starsky’s hand as it made a series of suggestive movements around the tip of the lever. Starsky was licking his lips and smiling a secretive smile that Hutch knew meant hours of fun to come. Hutch concentrated on breathing steadily all the way home.
They arrived back at the little house with the big eucalyptus tree; Starsky parked in the shade of the tree and opened his door.
Hutch climbed out of the car carefully and went to collect the shopping – Starsky was already halfway up the steps.

Hutch put the brown sack on the kitchen counter and turned to see his partner coming out of the bedroom. Starsky had removed his leather jacket and his holster; he was pulling his shirt out of his jeans; as he pushed up his sleeves Hutch got a tantalizing glimpse of the line of hair that ran down from Starsky’s chest to his pubis. He also noticed that Starsky had removed his belt.
Hutch shrugged off his own jacket and dumped it with his holster on the couch. Starsky shook his head wearily and gathered them up to put them on the coat stand. Hutch went back to the shopping.
Starsky was right behind him. He could feel his warm breath on the back of his neck.
“There’s nothing in there that can’t wait.” Starsky said quietly and as he spoke he slipped a hand inside the front of Hutch’s pants. “But in here…it’s a different story.”
Hutch gulped for air.
Starsky’s hand had found its way inside Hutch’s underwear. Hutch knew that if he didn’t get to the couch now he never would. He tried to turn.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Starsky’s voice was firm. Hutch tried to speak but his tongue felt like it was tied to his lower teeth. “I uh...couch?”
“No; kitchen counter.”
Hutch fumbled to undo his pants and Starsky helped him to pull them down around his knees. Starsky fondled Hutch’s balls a little more.
“The underpants…drop them.”
Hutch did as he was told.
A firm hand grasped his cock. “Now turn and undo my zipper.”
The hand slackened its grip allowing Hutch to turn to face his torturer, his lover. As Hutch dealt with the zipper of Starsky’s tight jeans, he felt a finger work its way to his ass; Starsky was running his finger up and down the crease between Hutch’s buttocks and the effect was electrifying. Hutch wasn’t sure if he could stay upright.
“Turn around again and assume the position.”
Hutch hesitated. He put his hands flat on the counter and leaned forward. Starsky gently kicked his feet apart. “I said assume the position!” He giggled. “Don’t move.”
Hutch felt Starsky move away and he dared not look up. He heard a kitchen cabinet open and close and then Starsky was back; right up behind him.
Hutch felt Starsky’s strong fingers as once again they started to play up and down the crack of his ass. Hutch could smell something familiar…olive oil!
Starsky’s oiled fingers started to work a little closer to Hutch’s waiting hole. He slid in his forefinger and worked it gently just inside Hutch’s anus. Hutch could feel Starsky’s penis pushing against his buttocks and his own cock was swelling and throbbing.
Starsky whispered in his ear. “You want to do this together or one at a time?”
Hutch knew what he was up to. He couldn’t hold out. Starsky was capable of stringing him along for what seemed like hours, bringing him oh so close to the edge of the ravine and then hauling him back at the last minute. If he opted to ‘go together’ he’d get relief – but if he went for one at a time he knew that the pleasure would be all the more intense when he was finally allowed release. He gasped and tried to speak.
“You have the right to remain silent….” Starsky choked a giggle.
Hutch swallowed hard and gathered enough saliva in his mouth to make speech a possibility. “Please Starsk…”
“Please what? Please may I have my orgasm now? Please fuck me? Which is it Blondie?”
Hutch struggled again…words failed him.
“I guess you leave it up to me right?”
The finger was back stroking Hutch’s anal rim. Starsky’s breath was even hotter on the back of Hutch’s neck and he leaned forward to kiss his partner on the nape of the neck. He licked the back of Hutch’s neck lightly – tantalizing and tickling and echoing the movement that his finger was making lower down.
“Hold on to it…”
Hutch was fighting to breath and fighting to keep his cock under control. He could feel the tides rising and he was beginning to panic. Starsky’s tongue stopped its movements but the finger was still there. Hutch was gasping for breath.
“Calm down…we haven’t got there yet.”
Starsky’s penis slipped in between Hutch’s buttocks and the blond was aware that the finger was replaced by Starsky’s throbbing cock. He felt it push its tentative way into the cavity of his anus. Starsky pushed a little further and Hutch moaned.
“Mmmmm here we go”
Starsky began pumping hard and Hutch could feel his sharply defined hip bones as they pressed against the softness of his own buttocks. He began to push backwards to help his partner in. They were rocking in unison and Hutch felt the steady swelling and expanding as Starsky came to his full erection. His partner slowed down for a moment and Hutch relaxed a little more waiting for the final explosion. He was waiting for Starsky to hit his gland and take him soaring with him to achieve orgasm together. He should have known better. Starsky withdrew slightly and Hutch waited. A hand fluttered against his cock and then touched his balls. Starsky kissed the back of Hutch’s neck once more and then he came.
It felt to Hutch as if there was fireworks display going on inside his ass. Starsky’s orgasm was an explosion of such intensity that Hutch could have sworn he heard it echoing inside him. He waited. Starsky gasped and fell against him. He stayed inside Hutch as his erection began to collapse. He whispered in his partner’s ear.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Starsky was still inside Hutch but he had started to work with his hand again. He started stroking and then he began to pull Hutch’s engorged cock as if he was trying to squeeze the orgasm out. Hutch pressed into his friend’s strong grasp. He was there on the edge of the cliff again and again his friend pulled him back at the last minute.
“Turn around.”
He obeyed; too weak and too far gone to resist. Starsky put his hands on Hutch’s hips and lifted him to sit on the edge of the counter. Starsky sank to his knees and brought his lips to Hutch’s crotch. He started to lick and nuzzle Hutch’s balls and then just as Hutch thought he was incapable of holding out another second Starsky opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip of Hutch’s penis. He sucked and looked up at Hutch. His deep blue eyes were twinkling. He raised an eyebrow in the signal they used so often on a stake-out - ‘ready’ – and he took the length of Hutch into his mouth.
Hutch gripped the edge of the counter and braced himself as he came. The relief was overpowering and he felt himself sway on his precarious perch. Without releasing his mouth from its loving grasp, Starsky reached up and held Hutch’s hips to steady him.
Hutch filled his partner’s mouth and throat and whooped with joy.

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You’re so Square

(Hutch’s POV)

Starsky has always been the one ready to take risks. I mean I take them when I have to but Starsk…he’ll provoke fate. He has a mischievous side to him that makes me love him all the more. It’s that grin that melts me every time. He can make a veiled remark and no one else will know what he means and then he flashes me that lop-sided wonder and I’m putty in his hands. And believe me he’s good with his hands!

He makes models, you know that don’t you? He takes hours and hours to do one little tiny thing. It came as a big surprise to me the first time I found him in his house working on this big galleon. It was a perfect scale model; all made of wood and I saw pretty quickly that they weren’t panels but tiny little planks that he’d fitted together. By the time I saw it he was working on the rigging. He was at home trying to calm down. My impetuous buddy who can explode quicker than a grenade was calming himself down by making a model galleon.
We weren’t lovers then; I soon learned that Starsk can take his time with anything if he puts his mind to it. When we are together Starsky puts his dirty mind to it perfectly.

I’d seen him in action with women. He took his time; kissing and testing the way and sometimes he waited for the second or third date before going to bed with them – not like me, I was in and out of their beds and yes sometimes they were women that Starsky was still deciding about. One woman called him ‘Slowhand’. That kind of made me laugh, all I could think of was Clapton and to be honest Starsk isn’t the most inspired guitarist in the world. But she wasn’t talking about his musical prowess.
Then it happened between us and I got to learn all about Slowhand. But I wasn’t thinking of Clapton’s music as much as that other song. You know the words.

“You don’t like greasy diners; you don’t like noisy bands; you just want to go to a movie show and sit there holding hands. You’re so square, baby I don’t care.”

Well OK the greasy diners line doesn’t exactly fit, although since the bullets ripped out a bit of his gut he’s been forced to be more reasonable. But the rest is Starsky down the line. He had tickets to a Springsteen concert once. To be honest neither of us had really heard much of his stuff; but if someone gets you free tickets…. So we went and the next day he said ‘that was Ok but I’ll take you to something better.’ I was expecting maybe The Grateful Dead but oh no; we went to a concert of Brahms!

“You don’t like noisy parties or staying out all night long. You just want to park where it’s nice and dark and kiss me sweet and strong. You’re so square…”

But forget the ‘nice and dark’ bit. He is capable of suggesting lunch at a quiet beach and then forgetting to stop to get anything to eat.
It happened a couple of days ago.
We’d checked out for an hour and Starsky drove us up to the old zoo. Personally I thought he’d never want to go there again after what he’d been through in the old bear caves. But Starsky knew the place like the back of his hand. He parked by the old ape compound and got out of the car.
“Come on; let’s have fun.”
I had to follow him. I mean what was I going to do sitting in the car while Starsky started playing Tarzan on the rope swings?
“Starsk, are you sure that thing is safe?”
He grinned at me and tossed the rope my way. “Me Tarzan, you Jane?”
I grabbed the rope and swung across to him. I did my best Tarzan yell and Starsky giggled. “No, I said you Jane” and goosed me as I landed.
He pulled me over to the side of the enclosure and had me up against the rocks before I knew what he was up to. I was wearing those cord slacks he pretends to hate – but he can undo them fast so he doesn’t hate them that much. Before I could call for Cheetah he had my pants undone and his hand inside my underpants.

Slowhand. Slow, gentle, strong and totally in command hand!
He started to play with me; fondling my balls and running a finger lightly along the length of my cock. When he got a reaction he kissed me sweet and strong, just like the song says. His eyes were twinkling in a way that I have learned means that he is thinking up a new game to play with me. He kissed me again and said “don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Move? I was having trouble standing…that hand had gotten me weak at the knees. I leaned against the rock and concentrated on breathing slowly and thinking of anything but the throbbing in my crotch. I squinted against the sunlight and saw that Starsky had caught hold of the rope swings. He pulled himself up onto one of them and threw the other towards me.
“Can you get up, Hutch?”

Up! I was already ‘up’. Kenny junior was standing to attention and waiting for Starsky to tell him what to do next and all I could do was hope that junior would get to play soon.
Oh yes, Kenny junior; that’s what Starsky calls my cock. He does it to make me mad – I hated it when my mom calls me Kenny and Starsky knows it. His mom is still allowed to call him Davey; even I wouldn’t dare! I don’t have a nickname for his cock – Your Majesty maybe.
So there he was swinging on the rope swing and grinning at me – the full toothy Starsky special. His eyes were slightly closed and he was running his tongue along his top lip.
I grabbed the swing and somehow managed to launch myself onto it. As I swung toward him Starsky used his weight to make his swing gain impetus. He swung towards me and I was sure that we were going to collide; but he passed me laughing and making ape noises.
I started to swing backwards and I could hear Starsky’s Tarzan whoops behind me. We passed again and this time he winked at me.
As my swing started to go forward again Starsky hopped of his and he was there, waiting to catch me as I came towards him. He stopped my swing and started to push me back towards the rock.

He’s strong; much stronger than I am. He had all the training as a footballer and then a soldier to concentrate his power. He’s really muscular. Fine and lean but as strong as an ox when he has to be – or when he wants to be.

He kept me pinned against the wall; and I was at exactly the height he wanted me to be.
He managed to keep me in place with one arm – his left of course. He used his right hand to free me from my underpants. He looked up at me; those deep blue eyes framed by the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a man flashed wickedly. He put his hand back to hold me against the wall and licked his lips again.
“Well at least I get a little snack!”
He started to lick me. The tip of his tongue ran along my cock, he has a little trick with his tongue to push my foreskin out of the way. He started to lick the sensitive tip of my sex and I could feel the inner surge beginning. He lapped the first dewdrops and looked up at me again. “Very appetizing.”

He went back to work. He took me full in his mouth. I was sure that he was going to lose his grip any time and then I’d go flying off the rock wall and knock him flat on his back. But Starsky knows how to control his strength.
He was sucking hard and taking me deeper into his mouth. I felt my cock touch the top of his mouth and he always says it’s a ticklish spot for him; but this time he didn’t laugh. I knew instinctively that he’d released his throat muscles – the way he does to swallow a whole glass of beer in one. I couldn’t help myself, I’d reached the point beyond control; the moment when I no longer had any power over a vital part of my own body. Starsky closed his lips around the base of my cock and rolled his eyes up to signal that he was ready if I was.
I exploded. It felt like I had a geyser in my pants. Starsky released his mouth but he caught some of it.
He took one hand off the wall to wipe his mouth and grinned wickedly. Then he let me go.
I’d been pinned to the wall so long that the rope swing released like a catapult. I was flying through the air in a state of orgasm. The swing reached the peak of its arc and started its return trip. I thought for a horrible moment that I’d be slammed against the rock behind me; but the ropes weren’t that long – I’d been against the rock because Starsky held me there.
I closed my eyes and let the swing continue its manic pendulum motion. I was still having trouble getting back control over my body. The swing stopped. It stopped dead. I opened my eyes. Starsky had caught me.
“Ok Jane, time to go back to the jungle.”
I rearranged myself and fastened my pants. Starsky was already back in the car.
“This is Zebra Three logging back on duty at two thirty five.”
“Please give your position Zebra three.” He winked at me and whispered “she wouldn’t believe me if I told her!” then he pressed the send button. “We’re at the old zoo Mildred.”
“What on earth were you two doing there?”
“Playing Tarzan.”
“Very funny.”
He put the mike down. “I told you she wouldn’t believe me!”

“Oh oh I don’t know why my heart flips, I only know it does…”*

*You’re so square. Words and music by Jerry Leiber and Mike
Stoller . no copyright infringement intended

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Taken to the Cleaners

(This is inspired by an outtake….if you haven’t seen it go to kassidy's site (see links page) and take a look. It’s also available on You Tube)

(Starsky’s POV)

Hutch and I have always had a ‘difficult’ relationship with the FBI but this time they really went too far. Dobey must have been out of his mind to agree to the thing too. OK, the idea has its good points. Sonny Watson and his friends have always been a pain in the proverbial and the latest little extortion racket was getting out of hand. And OK it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to be too, how shall I out it, visible in a stakeout ‘cos Sonny knows me and he’d be away before Hutch could say ‘freeze’ if he saw me anywhere near the place. But holy shit this disguise had to be the dumbest ever dreamed up.
We were in an old-fashioned steam laundry. It reminded me of the laundry down the block when I was little. To be honest I didn’t think these places existed anymore. Or if they did they were all in Chinatown. But there it was; in the basement of a brownstone just like back home. And the old couple who owned it was straight out of one of those TV movies where they go over two or three generations of immigrants in America. I nearly called the old lady ‘bubba’ the moment I saw her. Then the Feds revealed the big plan. They wanted me and Hutch to pretend to be the old folks!
Now think this through – if you can stop laughing long enough. The old lady was about five foot two – and I’m five eleven! By the time they’d finished with me I looked a bit like a fat version of Bubba Starsky – right down to the grey hair in a knot at the nape of her neck. Hutch looked at me and grinned – he’d seen the photos of my beloved grandmother!
Not that Blondie had anything to laugh at. They gave him a beard and a bit of padding and he looked the part – but he always has to go that bit further. The old guy was pretty upright for a man of his age – but Hutch insisted on stooping a little.

So there we were in the laundry pretending to work. We staked that place out for three days and boredom got me on day two.
Well like Blondie will tell you, when I’m bored I let my imagination go to work…
We’d been talking about how we might look when we got older. Then we just talked about being old. Hutch said he wondered how long we’d go on being sexually active and made a crack about men keeping it up longer than women and winked at me.
“I’ll show you how long an old woman can keep it up.” I said and before he could start his usual “not here Starsk” and “what happens if someone comes in?” I had turned the sign on the door to closed and pulled down the blind. I had his pants down round his ankles before he could stop me and heaved him up onto the big table that the old couple used to fold sheets and stuff.
I was down on my knees and doing my thing. Hutch was lost! I started slow – he starts begging pretty quick but the truth is he likes it better that way. I licked his balls and popped one in and out of my mouth like an ice-cube. Then I got to work on his cock. Hutch has a very nice cock. Long and straight and, – well – blond. His curls are soft too. I put a finger into his bush and started twirling the curls around.
“You’re tickling me!” He was getting a little panicky – I love it when he panics!
“Good!” I said.
I went on playing with the curls and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. Back when we first got it together I was a bit worried about what to do about his foreskin…I mean I could work on what women had done to me to find the best way to please him – but I’m a kosher kid! Well I found a way round it with my tongue and it turns out he likes the way I do it. So off we went. I was beginning to get the reaction I was waiting for. My own cock was getting hard but that was part of the fun for me – seeing how well I could hang on.
Hutch’s cock was full length now and I was lapping and sucking like a baby at the bottle.
He started to groan.
“Come on Starsk…please…I can’t”; his usual routine. I was having fun here. Hutch gets so uptight when he thinks I’m pushing the limits too far and he was getting really convinced that someone would break the door down and catch us. Maybe that turns him on – the idea of being caught with his pants down?
I started sucking hard and Hutch lost what last semblance of control he had. I didn’t want any stains on my dress that I couldn’t explain so I relaxed my throat and got ready to swallow the lot.
He came like the iron that was steaming over in the corner. A big hiss of pleasure and then I got the hot shot in the back of my throat. I came too.
I looked up at him from where I was and licked my lips. Hutch got the giggles and started to wriggle back into his pants as he dropped down off the table.
“Thank you ma’am. Would you like me to return the favor?”

Now you need to know a detail about my costume. The Feds gave me this pair of thick tights but I told them that an old lady like this would wear stockings. Hutch winked at me and I knew he was picturing me in a garter belt.

I raised my skirts up above my knee and flashed him the garter fastenings. He was down on his knees and ready to go up under my skirt when we heard the car draw up outside.

I dropped my skirts and adjusted my wig and Hutch unlocked the door and we both were both pretending to be hard at work when Sonny’s goons came in.
I guess they didn’t know what hit them. I was riding on the shoulders of one of them – my usual defense against a gorilla I can’t bring down any other way. He yelled to his partner. “Hey how come this old lady smells of cum?”
I couldn’t resist it. “Listen kid, just because I’m old doesn’t mean I can’t have fun…and that old man over there is fun!”
I though Hutch was going to pass out!

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Undercover cops

Starsky and Hutch were on an assignment in Palm Springs. They were working on a case involving the trafficking of under-age girls to brothels; the “training center” was known to be a house in one of the best areas of the city.
They were staying in one of the best hotels in the exclusive resort, situated by a golf course, under the cover of being a couple of executives on a golfing trip; they had taken their old familiar cover of Knight and Day. Hutch was relieved to see that Starsky’s game had improved since they last played. In fact yet again he was regretting teaching his friend a new game. Starsky could wipe him off the chess board and now his handicap was edging up to within a couple of points of Hutch’s.
So far Starsky had behaved himself. No wild shots deliberately sent into the undergrowth as an excuse to drag Hutch behind a bush. Starsky hadn’t even made a crude remark about the faucet marked ‘for ball-washing only’; but he had doubled up laughing. “I have never seen that before!”

Starsky woke up and knew instinctively that Hutch was not in the bed beside him. He heard his partner muttering and swearing under his breath and he opened one eye to see what in the hell was going on. It was cold in the room and he grabbed the cover as he sat up.
“You have goose bumps on your butt.”
Hutch turned round and glared at him.
“I’m not sure but from here it looks like you have goose bumps on your….”
“Shut up!”
“Ooh touchy, aren’t you? Come back to bed and I’ll be feely.”
“Starsky quit assing around will you please.”
“I’m not assing around – I can’t reach it from here!”
“Starsky!”
“Ok Ok; what’s the problem anyway….sh-shit I’m cold; hurry up and come back to bed.”
“That’s the problem Starsk; the air-conditioner is turned up too high.”
“So turn it down and come back to bed.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do; but the damn thing won’t adjust.”
Starsky sighed. He hauled himself out of bed wrapping the bed cover around his shoulders as he stood up. “You're hopeless with anything mechanical; come out of the way so I can deal with it.” Starsky started fiddling with the controls on the air-con panel – but nothing changed. He went over to the room thermostat and adjusted it to low, hoping that the air-conditioner would react to the signal – if anything the room got colder. They were both shivering and Starsky looked down and grinned. “I was right; you have got goose bumps on your balls!”
He went over to the closet to see if there were any extra blankets – nothing! He looked at the clock “I guess there’s no-one at maintenance at two am. So we’ll just have to find a way of keeping warm.”
He launched himself and landed face down on the bed and lay grinning at Hutch.
“Starsky, let’s just go back to sleep, OK?”
His lover grinned at him again; that lopsided grin that Hutch couldn’t resist. “
“I can’t sleep when I’m cold; can you?”
Hutch shook his head and smiled.
“So I guess we need to warm ourselves up a little.”
“Mmm.”
“You’re the one with goose bumps on his balls – you decide.”
Hutch lay back for a second and then propped himself up on his elbow. “I’m thinking hard Starsk.”
“Hard huh?”
“Mmm.”
Starsky winked and dove under the covers. Hutch shuddered as Starsky enveloped one of his balls in his warm mouth. He licked tenderly and Hutch giggled. “You’re tickling me!”
“Mmmf”
Starsky moved his attention to Hutch’s cock and began to lick it carefully encouraging it to lengthen and harden. At the same time his hands found Hutch’s ass. He was kneading Hutch’s buttocks and giving him head at the same time.
Hutch could feel his temperature rise. He reached down and began to run his hands through Starsky’s wild curly hair and pulling his partner towards his groin increasing his pleasure as Starsky took him deeper into his throat. Starsky’s hands were still under Hutch’s butt and one finger had found its way into the warm crack. Hutch was coming to his climax when the tip of Starsky’s finger started to rim his anus. Starsky had done it again! Hutch felt his tide turn and Starsky’s face appeared above the covers again.
“So near and yet so far, huh Blondie. No, don’t complain, I know that’s what you like.”

Hutch grabbed Starsky’s head and pulled his face close; he kissed him hard and full on the mouth and felt Starsky’s cock rubbing against his belly. He hardened again and wrapped his lover in his arms to turn him over. With Starsky pinned under him, Hutch was in control now. His lips found the sensitive spot at the nape of Starsky’s neck and he felt his partner quiver with pleasure beneath him. He started to lick his way down Starsky’s spine. Starsky moaned into the pillow.
“Slow enough for you buddy?” Hutch said huskily.
“Mmmmf”
Hutch drew Starsky up and pushed his hips forward so that he was half kneeling. Starsky’s buttocks were round and muscular and Hutch licked his lips in anticipation. He kissed one of the tight mounds and put his hand between Starsky’s legs to take a hold of his cock.
“We’re going to do this together buddy. Perfect harmony.”
Starsky managed to sing a few notes. “Night and Day, you are the one...”

Hutch knelt behind him and reached for the tube of lubricant on the night stand. He rimmed Starsky’s dark gray-pink hole with the gel and leaned forward to kiss the beautiful butt again. Hutch entered in one strong smooth movement and Starsky moaned with pleasure. Hutch was constantly adjusting his grip on Starsky’s cock which had hardened and was hot and throbbing in the palm of his hand. He pushed himself a little further into Starsky’s ass and found the button…the point where he could feel his partner’s prostate gland through the anal wall.
“Come on baby light my fire” Starsky groaned with some semblance of the tune.
Hutch pushed again and felt Starsky ignite. His own balls were throbbing now and the pressure was building up in his cock. He could feel the moisture of Starsky’s first dew-drop in the palm of his hand.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
Hutch thrust one more time and the two cocks fired simultaneously. Hutch felt his fire pour into Starsky as his hand filled with the warm sticky proof of his partner’s ecstasy. They continued to move in unison rocking together locked in an act of perfect harmony.
Hutch felt his cock begin to deflate and he began to withdraw. Starsky’s erection stayed strong for a little longer but soon he was coming down from his cloud.
Hutch rolled off Starsky’s back and his lover turned to smile at him.
“I feel a little warmer now; let’s sleep.” They rolled into one another’s arms and slept locked in their embrace.

Starsky woke first. The room was warmer. He looked at Hutch sleeping beside him.
“Come on baby light my fire; try to set the world on fire.” He giggled and stroked Hutch’s hair before getting out of bed and wandering into the bathroom. He had just stepped into the shower when Hutch joined him.
“Is that a hot shower or cold one?”
“That is entirely up to you.”

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