what I can get.”
“I’d like to take you .”
“I’m imagining that you are,” Brian breathed, reaching lower to stroke his balls. “I’m so hard for you right now.”
“Just now?” Josh questioned. “Tell me what you’re imagining.”
“Your hands are on me. You’ve just grabbed my cock.” Brian hissed with pleasure as he took his dick in hand and pumped his fist over it.
“Wet your hand. Pretend it’s my mouth sucking you off.”
“Oh, geez.” Brian did what Josh asked him to, liberally licking his palm and then using it to slick his shaft. “Mm. Your right. This is so much better in person.”
“I’m coming over,” Josh said abruptly.
“No, don’t. You’ll lose your badge.”
“I’m coming over, right now.”
“Josh!”
Brian stared at the dead receiver. Josh had already hung up. His heart hammered in his chest as excitement coursed through him. Josh was on his way over. Then the words washed over him.
Shit! Josh is on his way over . He leaped off the bed. If he was still under investigation, the police could be watching Brian’s house. The last thing he wanted was to get Josh in trouble.
Get in trouble with him, sure, if it meant having kinky roadside sex. But causing trouble? Not a chance. He grabbed his house keys and raced outside. He hoped he could head Josh off and redirect him to some other location. Anywhere but here.
Brian paced the driveway before he realized that being seen picked up in front of his house was no better than waiting for him inside. He could hardly contain the thrill that he was going to see his guy again.
He paced back toward the front door. Mrs. Jackson’s front door light was off despite the darkness. Brian turned and paced to his mailbox. He was too excited to wait inside. Josh would be here any minute. Brian grinned.
He collected the mail and headed back up the driveway. Glancing at Mrs. Jackson’s house, he wondered again at the darkness. Maybe she needed a bulb. Mrs. Jackson hated a dark house. She’d cited the reason she’d called the cops on Brian as being because she couldn’t see him. Brian’s grin broadened. And if he hadn’t left his security lights off, he’d never have met Josh that night.
Brian jogged over to her front door and gave it several solid knocks. “Mrs. Jackson, it’s Brian. Your front light is out.”
He listened but didn’t hear the sound of her shoes clacking on the entry tile.
“Mrs. Jackson? It’s me. It’s Brian.”
The interior lights didn’t come on either. Brian knocked again. After a few moments, he pulled out his key ring and unlocked her door. “Mrs. Jackson? It’s Brian. I’m coming in. Your lights are out. Is everything okay? Mrs. Jackson?”
Brian checked the first floor. When he got to the kitchen, he found her sprawled on the floor. He ran to her, quickly checking for a pulse. He thought he’d found one, but it was weak. Brian grabbed her phone.
“Yeah, this is Brian McCray. I’m at my neighbor’s house. She’s elderly and she’s unconscious. Send help.”
Brian wedged the phone between his shoulder and his ear, cupping her tiny hand in his. “It’s okay, Mrs. Jackson. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
He answered the 911 operator’s questions as he continued hold Mrs. Jackson with one hand and text Josh with the other.
“Brian?” Josh’s voice sounded from the entryway.
“Back here,” he called.
“Operator, I have an off-duty officer on the premises. Officer Joshua Severn.”
The operator asked to speak to Josh, Brian handed him the phone, and rushed to find a pillow to put under her feet as the operator had told him.
The next several minutes rushed by. The ambulance took Mrs. Jackson and refused to let Brian ride with her. Josh tucked him against his side, underneath a comforting arm. He kissed Brian’s temple, not caring when the Emergency Medical Technician snorted disdainfully.
“C’mon. I’ll take you to her,” Josh murmured into Brian’s hair as he hugged him.
Brian
“I’d like to take you .”
“I’m imagining that you are,” Brian breathed, reaching lower to stroke his balls. “I’m so hard for you right now.”
“Just now?” Josh questioned. “Tell me what you’re imagining.”
“Your hands are on me. You’ve just grabbed my cock.” Brian hissed with pleasure as he took his dick in hand and pumped his fist over it.
“Wet your hand. Pretend it’s my mouth sucking you off.”
“Oh, geez.” Brian did what Josh asked him to, liberally licking his palm and then using it to slick his shaft. “Mm. Your right. This is so much better in person.”
“I’m coming over,” Josh said abruptly.
“No, don’t. You’ll lose your badge.”
“I’m coming over, right now.”
“Josh!”
Brian stared at the dead receiver. Josh had already hung up. His heart hammered in his chest as excitement coursed through him. Josh was on his way over. Then the words washed over him.
Shit! Josh is on his way over . He leaped off the bed. If he was still under investigation, the police could be watching Brian’s house. The last thing he wanted was to get Josh in trouble.
Get in trouble with him, sure, if it meant having kinky roadside sex. But causing trouble? Not a chance. He grabbed his house keys and raced outside. He hoped he could head Josh off and redirect him to some other location. Anywhere but here.
Brian paced the driveway before he realized that being seen picked up in front of his house was no better than waiting for him inside. He could hardly contain the thrill that he was going to see his guy again.
He paced back toward the front door. Mrs. Jackson’s front door light was off despite the darkness. Brian turned and paced to his mailbox. He was too excited to wait inside. Josh would be here any minute. Brian grinned.
He collected the mail and headed back up the driveway. Glancing at Mrs. Jackson’s house, he wondered again at the darkness. Maybe she needed a bulb. Mrs. Jackson hated a dark house. She’d cited the reason she’d called the cops on Brian as being because she couldn’t see him. Brian’s grin broadened. And if he hadn’t left his security lights off, he’d never have met Josh that night.
Brian jogged over to her front door and gave it several solid knocks. “Mrs. Jackson, it’s Brian. Your front light is out.”
He listened but didn’t hear the sound of her shoes clacking on the entry tile.
“Mrs. Jackson? It’s me. It’s Brian.”
The interior lights didn’t come on either. Brian knocked again. After a few moments, he pulled out his key ring and unlocked her door. “Mrs. Jackson? It’s Brian. I’m coming in. Your lights are out. Is everything okay? Mrs. Jackson?”
Brian checked the first floor. When he got to the kitchen, he found her sprawled on the floor. He ran to her, quickly checking for a pulse. He thought he’d found one, but it was weak. Brian grabbed her phone.
“Yeah, this is Brian McCray. I’m at my neighbor’s house. She’s elderly and she’s unconscious. Send help.”
Brian wedged the phone between his shoulder and his ear, cupping her tiny hand in his. “It’s okay, Mrs. Jackson. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
He answered the 911 operator’s questions as he continued hold Mrs. Jackson with one hand and text Josh with the other.
“Brian?” Josh’s voice sounded from the entryway.
“Back here,” he called.
“Operator, I have an off-duty officer on the premises. Officer Joshua Severn.”
The operator asked to speak to Josh, Brian handed him the phone, and rushed to find a pillow to put under her feet as the operator had told him.
The next several minutes rushed by. The ambulance took Mrs. Jackson and refused to let Brian ride with her. Josh tucked him against his side, underneath a comforting arm. He kissed Brian’s temple, not caring when the Emergency Medical Technician snorted disdainfully.
“C’mon. I’ll take you to her,” Josh murmured into Brian’s hair as he hugged him.
Brian
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