You May Have Met Him

by Sebastian Carter

  I was relieved to see that he wasn’t actively pointing the gun at anyone and was instead waving it wildly at the ceiling. I could hear him yelling but I couldn’t make out his words and I wondered if I should wait for the other officers to arrive or if I should confront the situation. If I waited, he could turn more violent and he could hurt the hostages. If I didn’t wait he could turn the gun on me. In the end I decided the hostages were more important and I did my best to think back to my training on dealing with active shooter hostage situations.

  I kneeled beside the house and thought for a moment. I decided the best plan was forward confrontation, a simple knock on the door, make my presence known, and get him to let me inside. Gathering my nerve, I took a deep breath and snuck away from the window and then stood to walk to the front door. I held up my fist, took another deep breath and then pounded loudly.

  “This is the police. We’ve received a call. I’m going to need you to open the door.” I thought I sounded official and hoped it had the same effect on the man inside. I didn’t want to scare him because I didn’t want him becoming any more unstable, but I wanted him to view me as a force and a presence, something that would need to be handled, hopefully in a calm manner.

  “I’m not coming to the fucking door,” I heard the man yell back.

  “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to open the door or I will be forced to enter on my own.” I listened to the eerie silence and waited for his response. After a few seconds I could hear some whispering. A small voice offering to go and open the door. Not thirty seconds later I could hear the deadbolt turning and a fumbling with the knob.

  “Jesus Christ, hurry up and get the fuckin’ thing open already. What the hell did you do to this girl?” the man chastised. “Can’t even open the god damned door.”

  “It’s because you’re scaring her!” the woman screamed back. “She knows how to open the door but it’s hard when you’re busy waving that gun around. She’s frightened!”

  Seconds later the door opened a hair, just wide enough for me to catch a glimpse of a single terrified brown eye.

  “It’s ok sweetheart. Go ahead and open the door the rest of the way so that I can see what’s going on,” I tried to coax.

  “Don’t you be tellin’ my daughter what to do you pig,” the man spit.

  The girl continued to look at me and then slowly pulled the door open another foot. I shook my head and gave her the best half-smile that I could so that she would know that she had done the right thing. I put my hand firmly on the door and pushed it the rest of the way open. I now had a clear view of the man and the other woman, presumably his wife at the far end of the room. I stepped inside and held my hands out as a gesture to show that I had no weapon drawn. I turned to the man with the gun. “Would you like to tell me what has you so upset sir? Maybe we could even put the gun down on the floor so that everyone stays safe.”

  “I ain’t telling you shit. This is my family and my business. We don’t need you butting in here. This is between my wife and I.”

  “I understand that sir, but I received a call and I heard shots fired. It is now my duty to become involved to ensure everyone’s safety. If you could put the gun down, we could discuss the situation rationally.”

  “And what happens when I put the gun down?” he said starring me down with an angry untrusting look on his face.

  “Then we discuss what is bothering you, but I can’t do that when you’re endangering everyone.”

  “Nah, I don’t think so. I think, I put the gun down and you bum rush me and then I end up face down on the floor.”

  “I promise that will not happen. I have no weapon in my hand and I want to handle this as peacefully and as calmly as possible,” I answered taking another step towards the middle of the room so that I could place myself between the man and the woman.

  “You promise?” he asked.

  “You’ve got my word,” I answered with a nod of my head.

  The man looked at me for a long moment and then bent to place the gun on the ground.

  “Thank you. Could you tell me your name?”

  “Uh…yeah…Tom.”

  “Ok, good. Care to tell me what’s wrong Tom?”

  “This no good fuckin’ whore slept with my best friend.”

  “Alright. I understand why that would make you upset,” I said turning towards the woman. “Is what he says true?” I asked not quite sure if it was the right tactic.

  “Just once and I was drunk as shit. He came on to me. It didn’t mean nothin’,” she said stretching her arm out towards her husband.

  “Don’t mean nothin’?” he shot back. “He’s my best friend!”

  “I was drunk!”

  “No, you’re just a god damned whore!” he spit back.

  “Ok, ok…let’s keep it calm. Is there something we could do right now to help this situation?” I asked.

  “Not unless you can make her less of a slut.”

  “I already told him. It didn’t mean anything, there’s nothing else to say,” she answered folding her arms over her chest. The little girl stood beside her mother silently.

  “It seems to me that neither of you are prepared to deal with this right this moment. Tom, I’m going to have to take you in since you had the gun and we were called in because of gun shots. I think having the time apart will be good for you. I’m going to step closer to you now so that I can put on some handcuffs. Do you understand?” I asked slowly stepping towards him.

  “Yeah, whatever, fucking bitch!” he spat.

  Once I was close enough I kicked the gun away and pulled Tom’s arms behind his body. I cuffed him quickly and then began to lead him out to the car. At the doorway I turned back to the woman and the scared little girl. “Some other officers will be showing up any minute. They’ll take your names and your statements.”

  Tom fought and argued far less than I expected and I had little difficulty in securing him in the back of the car. I stood outside the cruiser and waited for the other officers to arrive and then I briefed them quickly on what had taken place and watched until they disappeared into the house. Once I was certain that the rest of the investigation would be taken care of I jumped into the front seat and glanced at the clock – already half an hour late.

  It took another thirty minutes to get Tom booked in and where he needed to be. I considered driving to my apartment quickly to change my clothes and then I remembered that I always keep a spare set of gym clothes in my locker. The precinct supplies a free gym to the officers so that we can use it and stay in shape as we see fit. I always figured I should take advantage of such a privilege and tried to make it down to the gym at least three times a week, if not more. I looked down at my officer’s uniform and I knew I couldn’t wear it over to Matts house. I was trying to be unnoticed and there are very few things that draw more attention than a police uniform.

  I headed to the locker room and stopped before my locker. I took a deep breath; my nerves were starting to set in again. A low tinge of anxiety rippled over my skin and I had to fight the urge not to break out in a cold sweat. I knew I could back out. I could just grab my things and go home and forget all about the deal we’d made. He’d still get what he really wanted, a get out of jail free card, and I could hold onto my dignity and lose the anxiety. But there were other things I wanted to lose as well. I’d had one fumbling attempt with a girl when I was younger but it went poorly when I couldn’t get it up. Boobs and the female body just didn’t do it for me and no matter how hard I tried to will myself to get hard for her, I simply couldn’t. Now though, thinking about Matt, I was already growing inside of my trousers and I knew I wouldn’t have any trouble with him. That was it, my mind was set, some instincts are stronger than anxiety and I needed to be with Matt, needed him to show me the world in a way I’d only ever imagined and fantasized about.

  I changed quickly and hung my uniform on the hanger in the locker. I smoothed the fabric carefully to keep it from creasing and then close
d the door with a loud clang. I pushed the lock through the hold and squeezed it shut. This was it, I was going to go through with it.

  It was a full hour and a half past our planned meeting time when I finally pulled up outside of his place. Pulling to the curb felt like the last real nail in the coffin, this was happening. I shut off the car and looked down at my shaking hands. Maybe I was too late. Maybe he’d have changed his mind by now and decided I wasn’t coming. There was also the possibility he never actually intended to follow through and just wanted to get out of everything. I pushed the “what ifs” from my mind and opened the door. I stepped out and walked slowly up the sidewalk until I was standing before his front door, my entire body shaking with worry and anticipation. I must have stood there for an entire minute with my eyes closed attempting to compose myself before finally summoning the nerve to knock on his door.

  It was a quite knock. The kind of knock you would make when you want to say you did it but aren’t sure you actually want the inhabitants to answer. A sort of “whelp I tried, so much for that” before turning away to go about the rest of your day.

  Somehow he’d heard the barely-there knock and when Matt pulled open the door I felt my heart stop in my chest. If I hadn’t been so worried about looking like an idiot, I may have gasped for breath. He was even better looking than I’d remembered. Despite having seen him just hours before, there was something different about him. Something better than I’d allowed myself to recollect. Quite simply, he was the most devastatingly handsome man I’d ever seen. Instinctively I lowered my hands in front of my crotch in an attempt to hide my instant arousal.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” I sputtered when I realized I didn’t know what else to say.

  “It’s fine. It’s not like I have any other hot plans for tonight,” Matt teased as he reached forward, gripped the front of my t-shirt and pulled me inside. It was a swift movement that caught me off guard and had me flailing to catch my balance. As if on cue his arm fell around me and he caught me and steadied me as his body moved closer to mine. He used his hip against mine to help secure me. Moments later he lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. I gulped and wondered if he could see how nervous I was. It felt as if he could see straight through me, as if he could suddenly know all of my secrets with a single glance.

  He smiled a smile that lit up his entire face and then he leaned forward and pressed his beautiful lips to mine. I couldn’t believe how easily he’d made the move – no nervousness, no hesitation. He pressed harder and I kissed him back as his hand snaked around the back of my neck and held my mouth to his. I couldn’t pull away, I couldn’t move, all I could do was kiss him back. Slowly his lips parted mine and his tongue entered my mouth in search of my own. I couldn’t stop myself as a groan escaped my throat and our kiss grew hungrier.

  When our kiss briefly ended, and before I knew what I was saying, a whisper, hardly louder than silence escaped me, “I want you,” I breathed.

  “Good,” he said as he gripped my ass and let his hands roam. They traipsed carefully around the waistband of my pants until they were seated firmly on the button and then the zipper. He worked them expertly and within seconds my pants were on the floor around my ankles.

  “Wait,” I began to say but he held a single finger to his lips and said, “Shh…,” as he pushed down my boxer briefs. I quickly looked up to the ceiling to hide my quickly flushing face and the embarrassment over my already rock hard cock.

  He didn’t say a word but instead went down onto his knees before me and ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh. My entire body twitch and I groaned again. If he kept this up I would cum before he’d even touched me. He kissed and bit my thighs until I could hardly stand it and then he ran his tongue all the way down the length of my shaft and took me deep into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me tight while he went to work. Just like that, no other words, nothing else was said and he was down on his knees and sucking my cock.

  I’d never had anyone do that before and I felt like I might faint from the inexplicable pleasure of his tight lips, the silken texture of his mouth, and the tantalizing teasing that he was doing with his tongue. It all felt like too much and I had to close my eyes and fight the urge to pass out, or worse, cum too quickly. I wanted this to last. I wanted to feel him devouring me for hours. I knew that was unrealistic but right then, that’s exactly what I wanted.

  Without warning he pulled my cock from his mouth and stood. He gripped my hand and said, “Come on,” as he led me towards a back room. I followed him slowly and wondered where he was taking me. My inexperience made me wary that it was the bedroom but my excitement had me following anyway. We stepped into what was clearly the room I’d been worried about, but a few feet inside of the door and he made me stop with a single movement of his hand against my chest. He reached down for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head. I remained completely silent and watched him as he removed his own clothes. I’d never been in the same room as another naked man before and seeing his erection jutting out before him had a rosy-red rushing to my cheeks. Yet, despite the flush I couldn’t stop staring. He looked magnificent. I would compare him to the incredible marble sculpture of David, but to me he looked even better.

  He turned around and stepped backwards until his ass was fitted perfectly against my groin, my erection jutting forward to fall between his supple cheeks. He wiggled his ass teasingly and then slid his fingers between mine and led me to the bed. I’d have spoken, I’d have said anything if the words would have come to my mind, but all I can remember is being completely dumbstruck. All coherent thought had fluttered away and I couldn’t form a single complete sentence while he was there in the room with me.

  Matt

  I didn’t want to like him as much as I did. I wanted to get out of going to jail, I wanted to have a good time. But there was something else, something that drew me to him like I’d never been to another man before. I mean sure, I’d been with other men but this was incredible. There was a tingling sensation that fluttered through every one of my senses when I was near him, and when I had him in my mouth it was like being on my knees to praise God. I wanted to please him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to love it all.

  Seeing his body tense beneath my touch, his stomach contracting, and his thighs twitching, it felt like I held the power of the world in my mouth and I couldn’t get enough. I forced myself to stop and stand just long enough to lead him into the bedroom. I could have taken him right there in the middle of my living room, right in front of the open windows, but he deserved better than that. I wanted to worship his body properly. I wanted to show him just how thankful I was to be able to be one of the few to touch him – the first to touch him.

  I couldn’t help myself when I removed my clothes and pressed my backside to his hardness. I wasn’t going to take him right then but I still needed to feel him. His cock pressing against my ass had my own dick throbbing and I couldn’t wait any longer to lay him down on the unmade bed. I took his hand in mine and pulled him gently. I could see the look of worry and anxiousness on his face but I knew as soon as we were laying together again that it would all pass in an instant. Clearly he was also excited and his nervousness was fueling me desire and I knew I had to have him.

  I laid him down on the bed and crawled over top of him. I kissed down his muscular chest and across his hip bones. My chin grazed his bobbing cock and I watched his breathing increase as I moved closer and closer to it.

  “You know you don’t have to,” he said weakly.

  “What?” I said stopping my kisses.

  “All of this. I know you were just doing this to get out of jail. So you don’t have to act like its anything more than what it is.”

  I could hear the hurt in his voice. I could tell that he didn’t want to say the words he’d just uttered, that he wanted it to be more, to mean more. I moved up beside him and laid on my side, my head propped up by my arm. I traced my finger over his chest,
across the light spattering of chest hair that sprinkled the middle with soft curls. “That is all this was supposed to be, but that isn’t what it is,” I said continuing to trace the curves of his body. “I know I gave you a bunch of shit earlier, but the fact is, I felt something between us. I don’t know what to call it and I don’t know what it means, but it does change what is happening here. I’m touching you because I want to touch you, not because of some deal we made. Granted, that was a bonus, but I want to be with you. I want to feel your body. I want to kiss you. Otherwise we’d be done here already and I don’t want you to leave.”

  I listened to my words as they fell from my lips. I knew I should have thought before I said them but I couldn’t stop myself. My feelings flowed from me like a leaky faucet that I couldn’t seem to stop. They kept dripping, word after word until I felt myself pooling into a puddle at his feet desperately waiting for him to take a sip of me, to tell me he felt the same.

  I waited for what felt like minutes. He laid there completely silent while I continued to look at him. “Please say something,” I finally managed. It felt strange to be this criminal, this bad boy, now laid out before him, begging him to accept me, to tell me he felt the same. I wasn’t used to this role at all.

  Finally, he rolled over onto his side to face me. “I felt it too. I feel it…but…but I don’t know what to do. No one knows I’m gay. I’ve hardly admitted it to myself. I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now. I’ve never done this sort of thing. Ever. I want to, god I want to, but I’m terrified about what would happen if anyone found out. I’m an officer, police officers aren’t gay.”