by John Simpson
“I almost didn’t get out of the house; Shawn was all over me when I took off my uniform. He wanted a quickie before I left, but I got out of it. With Shawn, I would rather not have sex at all if I have to hurry it. When he gets home at six tomorrow morning, then I’ll take care of business.
“Okay guys, let’s get you rigged up with the wires,” the sergeant said.
Once they were fitted with the equipment, they had one final operational meeting and then they left the Hyattsville station. The arrest team traveled in one car, and Pat and Hank took their own car. They parked three blocks from where they would be working and walked to the area.
Since they hadn’t turned on the mics yet, they were free to talk.
“This really cracks me up, Pat,” Hank said.
“Why’s that?”
“The cases that got us this promotion were gay victim crimes, and now we’re working our first case as detectives, and what are we doing? Trawling for hookers!” Hank said with a laugh. Pat smiled.
“Hey that could be a new reality television series: Trawling for Hookers with your hosts, Pat and Hank!”
They both chuckled as they neared the starting point of the operation.
“Okay, how do you want to do this? Should we split up, or do the frat buddies routine?” Hank asked.
“Let’s do the frat buddy bit,” Pat replied.
“Okay, let’s turn on the mics and get to work.”
It was just after eight-thirty in the evening and now that fall had arrived, it was dark by that time. The temperature also began to drop, which was something they hadn’t planned for. They didn’t see any activity that could be considered “working the streets” until almost 10:15 when they spotted two women on a corner.
“Okay, two possible at the corner of 57th and Green Oak Drive,” Pat said in a low voice that was transmitted clearly to the officers in the arrest car.
“Then she called me a liar and said we could never go there again!” Pat said to Hank when they were within earshot of the ladies.
“Well, she’s moody,” Hank said, playing along.
“Hi, boys; how’s it going tonight?” Two women emerged into the light of the streetlamp.
Pat and Hank stopped and looked at them. “It was going okay until I had a fight with my girlfriend,” Pat replied
“Oh, she must be one stupid, stupid girl to get in a fight with someone as cute as you,” replied the second woman.
“That’s what I’ve been telling my boy here since it happened, but he’s all depressed and shit,” Hank said.
“Well, if you wanna party with us for a couple hours, we can make you forget all about the bitch,” offered the first woman.
“You’re going to a party?” Pat asked with an innocent expression.
“We are the party, sexy,” she said, putting an arm around Pat’s shoulder as the other woman moved in on Hank.
“We got us two pretty college boys here, Jessie, and by the looks of yours, he’s well equipped for our kind of party.” Both hookers looked down at Pat’s package.
“Oh, that kind of party!” Hank said.
“Sure sugar. You wanna party with us? We can get a room over at the motel for forty bucks. They know us there.”
“What are you going to do for us?” Pat asked.
“Well, that depends on what you like. Can you pay for the room?” she asked.
“Yeah, we got money.”
“In that case, a hundred will get you either head or pussy. How’s that sound, stud? You college boys have that kind of money?” she asked as she flicked a finger over Pat’s bulge.
“Okay, let’s go over to the motel and have us some fun,” Pat said loudly enough for the arrest team to hear him.
Just as they got to the motel, two squad cars swung into the parking lot. Officers jumped out and arrested both women on prostitution charges. They quickly removed the cussing women from the area so they wouldn’t tip off any other hookers who might be in the area. But there was no other activity that night, and the guys went back to the station to fill out paperwork.
Chapter Three
They went back out the next evening and managed to make one more arrest. The rest of the work week went by without encountering anymore working ladies in that area of College Park. Word had spread that two very cute young cops were busting hookers, and the girls moved closer to the border with the District of Columbia. They could quickly cross over the line and be in the District in a matter of moments, which would stop any arrest in progress unless they had committed a felony.
It was the weekend and both Pat and Hank were looking forward to spending the next two days with their partners. As the men left the detective bureau and entered the parking lot, Hank initiated the same conversation that had taken place dozens and dozens of times before.
“So Pat, do you guys wanna do something this break?”
“More than likely. Ya got anything in particular in mind?” Pat asked.
“Would love to maybe get together, bring some beer, order pizza, and play cards. That do anything for ya?”
“Yeah, that sounds really nice actually. My place?” asked Pat.
“Well, it is bigger than my dump, but either way is fine with me, buddy.”
“Okay, let me check with Dean when I get home and I’ll give ya call. Not tonight though, probably tomorrow night, okay?”
“You got it! I’ll wait for your call.”
* * *
It was just after midnight when Pat walked into his living room as he heard the furnace kick on. It promised to be a crisp night and the heating season was underway. At first Pat thought that Dean had gone to bed, which would have been unusual on a weekend, but a shout from the other room told Pat all was normal.
“Pat?”
“No, it’s the milkman,” Pat answered with a snicker.
“Hmm, milkman….somehow the way you said that just turned me on.”
“I could say my name and turn you on. Where are you?”
“I’m in the kitchen taking a pie out of the oven,” replied Dean.
“You’re baking? Really?”
“Yes! Don’t act like I can’t find my way around the kitchen.”
As Pat walked into the kitchen, he smiled at his lover and gave him a kiss. “Hmm, that smells good, apple?”
“Yep. How was work? Did you get any more employees of the oldest profession?”
“Nah, word got out and they all disappeared. I guess we were lucky to have gotten one the second night we were out. That’s okay, too much damn paperwork for the effort as far as I’m concerned.”
Pat went to the bedroom to change into gym shorts and a T-shirt. He decided to have a quick shower in case Dean was feeling his oats later and wanted to play “hide the salami.”
After a good scrub, Pat turned off the water and opened the shower curtain to find Dean standing there with a smile and a towel. Pat took the towel from Dean’s outstretched hand. “So, you want something?”
“Now what do you suppose?”
“I suppose yes?”
“But of course, but let’s go downstairs and relax first.”
Pat dried off and took his robe from the back of the bathroom door. Decently covered, he walked into the living room to find that Dean had mixed them a drink and put out cashews, Pat’s favorite snack. Light music was playing and they settled into the sofa with matching contented sighs.
Dean kissed Pat on the cheek and said, “You know something? I really love you. I never thought that I would find someone in this life that I would love as much as you. I thought being gay meant a series of one night stands with occasional affection, but I never expected this deep love. I’m really lucky to have found you.”
Pat set his drink down on the coffee table and pulled Dean into his lap. “You are correct,” he said, looking down into his lover’s eyes. “You are lucky to have found me!”
Dean burst out laughing, but when Pat looked down again, he saw a tear had fall from Dean’s left ey
e and realized just how serious his lover was being. He bent down and kissed Dean on the lips and said, “I love you so much; you’ll never really understand.”
More tears sprang to Dean’s eyes at these words. “What are you crying about, honey? You know I hate it when you cry, so please stop.”
Dean began to laugh through his tears. “I can’t help it. I’ve been getting very emotional lately whenever I think of you and what you mean to me. I really do believe we’re both lucky to have found each other. Maybe I’m pregnant?” Pat laughed and then sobered. “In all seriousness, I agree, my love.”
“When you were involved in those horrible serial murder cases, I worried about you to the point that I almost got fired from the bank. I totally fucked up a set of books I was reviewing because I was worried about you. I was waiting for my damned phone to ring and to hear the words that you were hurt… or worse.”
“You almost got fired? You never mentioned that! Why not?” Pat said with just a touch of anger in his voice.
“Because of exactly how you’re reacting. I knew you’d be angry with me, and I didn’t want you thinking about anything but your job. I put a bug in Hank’s ear as well.”
“Hank? What did you say to Hank?”
“I told him that he had better watch out for you and keep you safe or I would make his life miserable. I don’t think he believed I was serious, but I was.”
“Wow, baby, don’t ever let yourself get like that again. I’m in an even better position now as a detective. Much less danger then before.”
“I realize that, and that’s why I’ve started to relax. I’m happier too, if you can’t tell. When you told me you got promoted into the detective bureau, I almost did a cartwheel right out on the front lawn.”
“And please, don’t be saying stuff to my partner either. How do you think that makes me look in his eyes?”
“Oh please, dear; you don’t think Hank understands what you mean to me? Just put that little stud muffin of his in danger and see how he acts!”
“Well, technically, Hank’s little stud muffin is in danger every time he works the midnight shift at his store. Those convenience stores are magnets for hold-up men. That’s one of the reasons we paid plenty of attention to that store when we were on patrol. Now, we don’t get that chance. We’ve asked our replacements to keep an eye on him, but they won’t be as nearly as dedicated as Hank and I were.”
“I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but you’re right. Why doesn’t he get a normal day job?”
“You mean like your lover?” Pat asked with a laugh.
“Well, you’re getting closer to normal. You won’t be working the midnight shift as much, will you?”
“Honey, I work the shifts they tell me to work, just like Hank. We won’t really know the whole story for another week or two. Speaking of Hank and muffin boy… how does playing cards sound for tomorrow night? We stay home they bring over the beer, and we provide the snacks and pizza.”
“Yeah, okay, that sounds like fun.”
“I’ll give Hank a call tomorrow and let him know. Should I tell them to come over about eight? That sound alright?”
“Yep. I’ll come up with something good to snack on and we can get a couple of pizzas delivered.”
“Why don’t we finish our drinks upstairs?” Pat asked with that sparkle in his eyes that Dean knew so well.
“I think that sounds like a great idea. You do look tired, honey. Are you sure you’re up to it? I don’t mind if we just go to sleep ya know,” Dean said.
“I am tired, but I’m never too tired to make love to you.”
* * *
They turned off the music and lights and made sure the doors were locked before they went up to the master bedroom. The sound of clinking ice cubes accompanied their progress until the glasses were set down on the nightstands.
Pat dropped his robe to the floor and helped Dean out of his shorts and T-shirt. When they stood naked next to the bed, looking into each other’s eyes, Pat moved in for a deep, long, sensual kiss. They had arrived at that place in their relationship where they no longer simply fucked, but made love instead.
After breaking their kiss, Pat maneuvered Dean onto the bed in a sitting position with his feet on the floor. Pat got down on his knees in front of Dean and began to rub the erogenous zones of Dean’s sensitive nipples. This sent Dean into a state of pure ecstasy.
Pat’s hands went to Dean’s cock and balls, which he fondled briefly while admiring the beauty of his lover’s genitals. When Dean was fully erect, Pat took the head of the shaft into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it repeatedly. Dean grabbed onto the sheets and making knots out of them as his pleasure grew.
Dean moaned as Pat continued down his dick until his nose was buried in Dean’s thick black pubic hair. Cupping Dean’s balls, Pat began to go up and down on his lover slowly, twitching his tongue around the shaft as he went. Dean put both his hands on Pat’s head, running his fingers through the clean-smelling hair.
“Please don’t stop; please don’t stop!” Dean cried out. “That feels so fucking great!”
Pat began to pick up speed and felt the head of Dean’s dick slip beyond his mouth and into his throat. He was deep throating his lover and Dean was rising off the bed in response.
One minute Dean was begging Pat not to stop and the next he was pulling Pat off his cock and sliding back onto the bed. “Got to slow down or it’ll be all over before it really starts,” Dean said apologetically.
Pat climbed onto the bed and trailed after his mate with a smile on his face and a full erection between his legs. Dean pushed Pat onto his side and dove down onto Pat’s cock, sucking fast and hard. Pat reacted with a moan of pleasure and wrapped his right leg around Dean’s back as he enjoyed the head.
Dean reached onto the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. He removed the cap and spread lube on his fingers as he continued to suck Pat. Pushing two of his fingers between Pat’s cheeks, he found the entrance that he was seeking. Very gently, he began to massage the lube around the opening before slipping first one finger and then the second into his lover.
Dean let Pat’s cock slide from his mouth and looked up into Pat’s face as he slowly fingered him, sending the message that Pat was to play Dean’s usual role.
Dean twirled Pat’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing harder as Pat began to moan loudly in appreciation. Dean pulled his fingers out slowly and reached for a condom. Swiftly, he rolled it on as Pat smiled and let his lover take command.
“You ready to get it tonight, honey?”
“Well, if I spread my legs any further apart, you’ll be able to make a wish. Give it to me, babe,” Pat replied.
With that encouragement, Dean applied lots of lube to his cock and pressed against Pat’s opening. As Pat made a conscious effort to relax, Dean slipped the head of his dick in with relative ease. When there was no protest forthcoming, Dean slowly pushed inch after inch into Pat until he was buried up to his balls.
Draping Pat’s legs over his shoulders, Dean slowly fucked his lover. “No, give it to me fast and hard, babe!’ commanded Pat.
Dean looked into his lover’s face of and pumped in and out of Pat’s well-muscled ass as a smile spread across his lover’s face.
“That’s it, babe, pound it into me!” he urged.
Dean slammed into his lover’s ass giving him every inch each time he thrust. This only lasted about a minute until Dean felt the first sensations of his climax quickly building.
“I’m gonna come!”
Pat began to quickly jerk his own dick. “Go ahead, babe; shoot your load!”
A few moments later, Dean was making strangled noises with his head thrown back as spurt after spurt filled the rubber at the end of his dick. Pat came also, soaking his chest with his ejaculate.
Finally, Dean let out a sigh and collapsed onto Pat’s chest, fully spent. They lay there on top of each other breathing heavily as the effects of two
powerful climaxes began to ebb. Their sweat mixed with the ejaculate that was spread over Pat’s chest and now also Dean’s.
Finally, Dean pushed himself off Pat, his cock popping out of Pat’s ass. He rolled the condom off, put it into a tissue, and tossed it into the trash can. He reached under the bed, pulled out a towel and wiped Pat and himself.
They lay there as their breathing returned to normal, enjoying the glow of a good hard session of sex. “That was incredible, Dean,” Pat said breaking the silence.
“Indeed it was. You took it like a champ tonight.”
“I was really in the mood to get fucked, and you apparently read that quite easily,” Pat replied.
“Well, I know that you prefer to be the top, but I also know that you crave being the bottom occasionally. It’s as if you have to be in control all the time, making the decisions, being the bastard when you have to be, and you reach some sort of limit. Then you love to give over total control to me. Am I right?”
“I’ve thought about this before and you’re correct. It’s a pain in the ass to always be the one in charge, to have to make all the decisions, the moves. It feels so fucking good to let you be the top and just make me your bitch!”
“Honey, while I might get to fuck you once in a while, you are never my bitch!”
“Well, maybe you’re wrong about that. I enjoy that role and would be up for anything you might have in mind that’s reasonable.”
“Oh? I’ll have to give that some thought. But it will have to be another time. I’m exhausted. Can we go to sleep?”
“You bet, babe. Thanks for a great fuck.”
Chapter Four
It was almost three a.m. when they got to sleep and so they slept in until after eleven the next morning. Pat woke up to see Dean standing beside the bed holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Hmm, that smells great. Thanks honey,” Pat said as he took the coffee and sat up in bed. He looked at the dresser clock and saw that the time was going towards noon. “Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late. You should have waked me up when you got up.”
