The New Chicago Fires 2: Freddy
If you aint the age or whatever that your country says you should be, then scram. I took alot more time writing this and I hope you all enjoy it. I added more yiff as was requested, but I feel I may have gone over board with virtually everything else, but the story is sorta supposed to be over the top. I just hope that you enjoy it and I always welcome criticism.
"So this is what you gotta do" said the cat in front of me. "Your'e gonna run out in fronna the guards so that they don't move nowhere or try anythin' stupid got it? If they do give you trouble just shoot 'em." He threw a tommy and mask in my hands as we pull up to the biggest Bank in Chicago, which I might add is owned by my 'former' employer.
So I pulled on the mask just in time as the four of us ran up the steps into the paper scented bank. One of them starts screamin at the employees and none of them do anything stupid. I pulled the guard out of his chair and across the floor, taking his six-shooter off him. Then I heard gun fire from the inside of the safe, I guess the guard in there wasn't cooperating. They come out with 3 laundry bags full of the payoff.
"It's the coppers! Time to split!" said the guy watching the door. That was pretty much his only job
I got a bag of cash thrown at me as we start for the back of the bank. My tommy in one hand I bring up the rear as I hear the doors being broken in behind us. I turn and fire a few warning shots into the ceiling, although I'm pretty sure I was aiming for them. Not that easy to hold a gun like that in one hand.
Anyway.
We run into the ally way and the cops are waiting for us. They fire at us as we high tail it outta there. Another one of the guys took over the rear and fired back. I think he got one or two, I don't remember. My heart is racing and even through fur and mask I'm still dripping in sweat. I still gotta run more.
They guy in the lead pulls up a sewer drain and motions for me to go in. I "Son-of-a-bitch" at him and climb down. Never been anywhere that smelt as bad.
We did manage to get away with the loot. The getaway driver didn't wait for us anyway so I guess it was worth getting lost in the wettest, stinkiest places in Chicago if it meant we didn't get nabbed.
I had to tell DiFrancio about the robbery, so he put special marks on all the bills in the bank so he knows who's on who's side. When my job with Lazero is over, I just take my cut to him and he switches me for some clean bills.
Anyway.
Back to now. I just got out of a burning building with my pants barely on and an unconscious body. I figure it was either Lazero, who I robbed that bank for, who's sons house that was and was doing the hit because he figured out that his son sucked dick as a hobby. Or it was DiFrancio doing a hit on his rivals sons place.
I leave Andy in the back grass as I make my way around the front to see if whoever did this was hanging around to watch. No one. Musta drove off.
I dragged Andy around to my car, by the time I got him in, I heard the fire brigade's sirens a few blocks away. My queue. I drive off just in time, we weren't seen. I hope.
I drive up to my apartment, I just park on the street. I take Andy up the stairs, only reminding me how out of shape I was. I plop him on my couch. Most of my stuff is still in boxes, I figured after this gig I'd be leaving Chicago so I didn't bother unpacking... Oh... I'll explain that later.
Anyway.
I figure someone's out to kill us so I grab the phone and ring up the only guy in the entire city I trust. Freddy.
Freddy's a rat, in more than just the obvious way. His pap ran a rum running racket out of his radio store. Try saying that ten times fast. I did a lot of business with him when I was up north, but again, I'll get to that later. Chances are that I'm the only guy Freddy wouldn't sell out to. He's gotten in a lot of trouble for ratting people out, pardon the expression. His nose is clean right now, but I'm pretty sure DiFrancio's one offence away from putting a big fat bounty on his head.
So I grab the phone and ring him up.
"Who the fuck do you think you are calling anyone at this hour?!?" Freddy yells into his end.
"It's me Freddy, I'm in trouble."
"Shit what the hell have you gotten yourself into now?"
"An inside job that's exploded inside out. Lazero and DiFrancio kinda stuff."
"Jesus. I'll be right over."
That made me feel a bit better. Freddy was a good friend and had a few really good connections. If he could get his head out of the noose at the last minute, he could get mine out.
It was almost 8 in the morning when he finally showed up, fashionably late.
"Well what do you expect when you wake someone up at all hours? I had to shower and eat didn't I?" He said with a smirk. He always took his time getting ready when it was for me, I think he does it on purpose. "Holy shit... is that Andy Lazero?"
"The one and the same."
"How the..." Before he finished I explained to him everything. That this was a job used to get close to Lazero because I was actually being hired by Big D DiFrancio for the job. That the house was set on fire and I didn't know who did it. I obviously omitted the tiny part where I was blown by him.
Freddy just looked at me. I never noticed how he looked at me before like that. I touch of concern in his green eyes. I don't think I stared back at him before.
"You're in deep Mitch..." Freddy said, not breaking that stare, "But I know who can at least get us info on the hit. I'm going downtown to talk to Danny."
"Danny? The Danny, really?" Danny was a guy all over town who specialized in knowing things. He worked out of the back of a dinner as a chef, but he knew everything about everybody. He knew who was shipping what and where to get the best prices on goods, and for our sake, the family politics.
"Yeah, Danny owes me a few favours, so I'll go talk to him to see what's up and if he can't cool any of this down. For now though, I'd lay low here. If everyone thinks you two died in that fire, you should be safe."
"Thanks Freddy." I said, more relieved than ever.
He started making his way out the door when he turned back and gave me that smirk again. "So... did you fuck him?"
"Wh-what?"
"Did you have sex with Andy? Andy Lazero doesn't get a body guard that he doesn't have his way with. So did you do anything?"
"I uh... That's none of your business... and no..." I said, unable to contain my embarrassment.
He laughed. "Of course you didn't. You know it's not just his body guards he sleeps with." He said with a wink as he walked out. I wasn't really sure what he meant by that. But I hoped it was something tasteful
I sat around listening to the radio, waiting for Andy to show signs of life, but that didn't happen till about noon.
"Goooood morning Mitch." He said, getting up and stretching. "Where are we? I remember being on the couch at MY place..."
I put it to him frank."Someone put a hit on you, you're house is probably a burning hole in the ground now."
"Shit..." He thought for a moment. "Well then it's a good thing I have my expert body guard to protect me." He pulled me forward and I tolerated a kiss on the cheek. "I'll just go ahead and call my daddy,"
I butt in before I even let him near the telephone, "No, for all we know it was Lazero that put the hit on you."
"But why would..."
"Think about it, how would your father react in these times if he knew that one of his kids smoked the pole for fun?!? Why do you think he's got a bodyguard on you?" This kinda shocked Andy, took him off guard. I think he was starting to realize that this wasn't a game where everything could go away with a phone call. I could see the innocence in his eyes at that point. The fear that something bad might happen and there's only me to protect him. He sorta just sat back down, thinking.
I explained to him about Freddy. I think the name rung a bell with him, but he didn't say anything. I told him about Danny and he was a little relieved. I asked him if he had a safe house, one that even his dad didn't know about. He told me about Busters Burlesque. "It's a burlesque house, I'm really good friends with most of the dancers there, I can hide there for as long as I need."
"Alright, once we hear back from Freddy, we might have to head there for a while. I'm going to-" Andy interrupted me.
"Hey... Just uh... thanks for well... doing your job I guess." He inched a little closer. "I guess the mindless sex is to make sure I can trust my bodyguards, but I don't think very many have enjoyed it the way you did, so thanks." He then leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek again, only took his time.
Damn it. I was blushing, I knew it. When he finished he leaned on my shoulder, draping his hands around me. It was kinda relaxing, took the edge off. I guess it was kinda weird, knowing he was sober for all of this. That he willingly and longingly held me. I didn't know what to think with the other male around me. The only thing I remember thinking was "I could get used to this."
"What's for breakfast?" He asked me.
"W-well I guess you could help yourself to the fridge..." I said, only getting a little... 'tense' from the warmth.
He grinned. The slutty part of him was coming back. I could smell it.
"Maybe later, but for now I think I need something else in me." Oh brother. This cliché conversation was inevitably going to lead to something hot and sweaty, but I didn't really want it to considering our situation. But reflecting on my 'situation' I don't think my body gave me much of a choice.
I couldn't believe myself. I leaned over and rammed my tongue into his mouth. Hell, even he wasn't expecting that. Breathing heavily all of a sudden, my mind was only really on one thing at that time, and he loved it. His expert hands had my shirt off again in only a few seconds. I explored his body again as I let my hands wonder around his thin build. I felt his hands gently caress my tenting package. I moaned, demanded he do something about that.
I separated our mouths and let out a sigh as I felt my dick be released from its cloth prison. I slid down my own pants this time and let him play with it. His hands weighing by balls, gently rubbing them, relaxed me and aroused me.
Andy got up and took his pants off, allowing me my first real look at his glorious piece. It was at least an inch longer than mine, slightly thinner leading to a perfect foreskin and the fur around it was slightly whiter than the rest of his grey. I gave him the "what are we going to do about that" look and he did his sly grin again. I sat up straight on the couch, and he kept looking at my eyes as he climbed up on top of me, wrapping his arms around me head. At first I was wondering what he was up to until I found my cock rubbing against his tail hole.
He slowly let his lips meet mine, as he simultaneously began to lower himself onto me. We both moaned that time. My dick slowly squeezing into that tight warm place, it was amazing. He let it sit there as he adjusted to it, temporarily breaking our kiss. I looked down and started jacking him off, feeling him up as he sit still on top of me. He giggled. Hell I might have even, but I don't remember. All I remember is feeling his rick hard shaft in my fingers, giving him pleasure as he then started to bob up and down on me. I just let my hand stay still and he did all the work.
He sped up. So did I. I started to buckle my hips in time with his own. I could feel myself ready to cum. My breathing became more and more heavy as I felt the orgasm hit me like never before. I groaned loudly as I shot my load into the awaiting rump. He clenched his ass at that time, squeezing every last drop out.
If I was paying attention, or was able to, I may have noticed a knick at the door, or the door opening. But I was a tad preoccupied.
I looked at him as my flaccid dick left his dripping ass. I pushed him onto the couch and spread his legs open, giving me the perfect view. I leant down and put him in my mouth. I never tasted dick before, and it was an interesting experience. I can say with dignity that I enjoyed it and will probably do it again if I ever get the chance. Not entirely sure what to do, I closed my lips trying my best to avoid my own teeth and bobbed my head. I guess it worked because he let out a long sigh.
I only heard him say, or at least comprehended what he said, when he climaxed, he said "Here you go big dog" or something as he shot into my mouth. It wasn't bad tasting, pretty nice actually, I got a bit on my nose though and that shit is hard to get out of fur.
He laughed as he let me on top of him and he held me again, licking his cum off my face. I felt at peace like that. My head on his chest.
"HAHAHHAHAH! I KNEW IT!" I heard. I nearly hit the ceiling in terror that bastard.
Freddy had let himself in a good 5 minutes into it and he just sat there watching. "I'm going to kill you!" I yelled. I only just then realized that he had taken the liberty of taking his pants to the floor and masturbating to the scene me and Andy had just preformed. He sat there laughing at me, covered in jizz on top of Andy as he stroked off in fron of us. Andy started laughing to.
"This isn't funny." I said. Then Andy started to really laugh. I tried to ignore them both as I sat upright again trying to straighten out my fur. I just couldn't help myself. I had to watch as Freddy finished himself off in front of me. He looked over at Andy then stopped, walked over and stood with his dick inches from my face. I guess queers are psychic because Andy started to giggle again.
"Excuse me?" I said, looking up at Freddy.
"Well... What are you waitin for?" I blushed as I couldn't help myself. The second dick I tasted. I was a little more prepared having just done Andy.
I let my hand go up and do to his balls what Andy had done to me only a few minutes ago. I rubbed them, weighed them, and generally enjoyed the feel of them in my hand. The skin under the darker almost black fur, and the small organs underneath that that would soon produce my reward. As I rubbed his balls with one hand my other grabbed his base. He was thicker yeah, but only about the same size as me. If he were telling the story it'd be different. Just as I did with Andy I avoided my teeth and twirled my tongue around his head, enjoying him moan above me. Freddy was different from Andy in that he started to slowly fuck my mouth, letting his hips guide his cock into and out of my eager mouth.
He pulled out with an extra sly smile, the kind where he's about to score big on someone. He started jacking again and let out a long, half giggle half moan as he blew his entire load onto my face.
"HEY?!? What the hell?!" I yelled as the jizz flew past my mouth and all over my face. I only partly enjoyed that part, but I foresaw me having to shower again because of this.
"Heh, I always knew you'd be a great mouth Mitch." Freddy said sitting on the other side of me.
"Long time no see Freddy." Andy said from one side of the couch, still spread open for the world to see.
"I've been busy!" Said Freddy.
"Yeah well you still owe me a dinner."
"Whaddya talkin about! It's me!"
"Shut up both of you. What's the word from Danny?!" I said over both of them.
"Fine." I'm still working on my 'gays are psychic' theory, because at the same time, Andy put his legs over mine to relax, and Freddy leaned over and draped himself on me licking up cum off my face as he rubbed my chest in the after math of our recent sexcapade.
"Well.... Danny said.... that there is a hit... on you... from the... Lazero side... but it's not... because of.... sweet Andy here.... mmm...." He took that moment to kiss my cheek. I think he'd been wanting to do that for a while. I guess he was finished because he just nuzzled my neck for the rest of his information. I just sat there trying not to get aroused from the pile of bodies that were on me. "It seems that Lazero thinks that you kidnapped his son. Meanwhile DiFrancio is under the impression that you've turned loyalties to the Lazero's."
"But that doesn't make any sense, if I'da changed loyalties then why would I kidnap Andy?"
"For the sex?" Andy chimed in.
"Lazero is pretty sure that you blew up his sons house and thinks you're working for DiFrancio. One way or another they both want you dead. At least that's what Danny said the word on duh street was right now. Better play it safe anyway. I asked Danny to try to buy you some time on both sides. I had to do a big favour for that."
"What do you have to do?" I asked.
"Oh I already did it, but I needed something done about my uh... but anyway so it's a good thing I came straight here."
"Freddy how long have you been a fairy?" I said, straight forward, perplexed. I was completely unaware that Freddy was just as bad as Andy. But if he was, then why didn't he try anything with me? And since when was the Danny into men? And for that matter, since when was I into men!? I had way too many things on my mind.
"I'm going to have a shower, and then I'm taking Andy to his safe house... And no one is going to the bathroom with me." I said before either of them could ask.
The shower helped relax me. But as I predicted, Freddy's seed was frustrating getting it out. Shit. Fuck my own theories.
As I was leaving the shower, draying off, I got a sick feeling in my gut. The kind you get if your falling, or you see somethin that you really, really wish you didn't see. It was a warning, because almost immediately I heard a loud bang. Like a door being kicked open. I hoped to god that those sluts outside got their pants on. I wrapped the towel around my waist and the only thing I could grab was the toilet lid.
I heard yellin, and it wasn't Andy or Freddy. I opened the door out to the hall way, the yelling was much clearer. I tip-toed my way to the living room where the yelling was coming from. I ducked low when I heard em come closer, I saw his shadow in front of me, so I figured I could get him. When I peeked around the corner there he was. A Cat holdin a sixer to the guys.
I jumped from my hiding spot and broke the ceramic toilet peice over his head. Bastard dropped like a sack of bricks. When he fell I noticed henchmen number two on the other side. With a much bigger gun pointed at me.
I dived for the sixer as I heard bullets whiz past me and into my wall. I caught it off he ground, and from my landing spot on the other side of the room, I took about two shots to get him down, one in each shoulder I think it was.
"I coulda handled em, but uh... you seemed to know what you was doin." I heard Freddy say as he rose from underneath my coffee table, pants luckily on.
"Whose are they?" I asked.
"Well considerin the feline-ality of their fur, I'd say Difrancio's." Freddy noted.
"Well there'll be more, we're going. Now." I ordered.
I got what I could from my bedroom. Just a simple suit, and my favourite fedora. I threw a few changes into a case along with my new spare sixer. I unlocked mine from its home and holstered in inside my jacket, making sure I'd have enough ammo should we run into any more trouble.
"Grab that tommy." I said. "We ain't got much more... shit." I heard the sirens outside. I guess one of my neighbours reported the loud noises. "Leaving. Now."
We ran down the stairs, and got outside just as the coppers pulled up and ran inside. Just act casual.
We got into my car, unnoticed. And I should say it's pretty hard to act inconspicuous when you're trying to drape a trench coat over a large gun right next to the police.
This is where things get really interestin.
As I shift the clutch to pull outta the street, a jet black car stops in front of us, about three dogs armed to the teeth hang outta the window's and fire at my apartment. Goddamnit. I just had it the way I liked it.
I get everybody to duck down as I roll down my window and fire a shot into the belly of their driver. I punched my foot into the gas pedal and drove like I've never drove before. I handed my six shooter off to Freddy, I knew I could at least count on him to know which end to hold.
Of course when a rain storm of bullets pour into the crime scene your investigating, you aren't going to be too happy as police officers.
So. I'm speeding down main, Being tailed by the cop car who's followed by who I assume to be Lazero's men (it's because they're dogs, I know I shouldn't be prejudice, but common. They're all connected by family.)
Lazero's men are firing at the police car, but remember I shot their driver, so they were one man short. The police were firing back, I welcomed this little diversion.
I guess the Gangsters shot out the police cars tires because they ended up serving off the road suddenly into a barber shop.
They sped up to catch up with us. " Use the tommy!" I shouted at Freddy. I could hear bullets ricochet off the back of my car, and break my back windshield. I heard Freddy fire.
I burst out laughing. Finally I was having fun. I looked over and saw Freddy, wind catching his worn out form fitting pin stripped vest, his dark fur blowing across his face, his hat long gone down the street as he emptied the drum of bullets into the car behind us. I was turned on.
He climbed back into the car, empty. "Turn here!" He said. Pointing to nowhere.
I blindly obeyed, I mean what I was supposed to do in that situation. I love high risk stuff, but I'd prefer to keep it somewhere sane.
So Anyway.
I turn into what was actually a pedestrian walk way. I could hear the grinding of my car against hand railings as I took us over the train tracks.
I guess we lost em because we didn't have to shoot any more. I also guess they weren't expectin us to take a turn down "what-the-fuck-road".
"Turn here." He said pointing. We ended up back on the road and instead of heading to the Burlesque house Freddy took us to his pap's radio joint. We pulled into the alley way and around back. He let us in the back entrance where we'd be safe until we could find a new car, find out who the fuck was shooting at us in broad daylight, and most importantly figure a way outta this mess.
(Authors note: When transfering into yiffstar, some of the tabbed in paragraphs didn't work properly so don't look at me.)