I had just finished up with one of my regulars in the locker room. I guess I had gotten a reputation around the gym for being good at what I doâŚand I donât mean lifting weights. Cliff had pulled his shorts up and turned to walk away when we both caught sight of another guy at the bank of lockers across the way from where we were. He was eyeing us. Ever the coward, Cliff averted his eyes downward, cleared his throat, and rushed off. I guess he had a reason to be a coward. His wife - and the congregation at the church where he was a reverend - wouldnât understand the kind of pleasure I gave him at least three times a week.
I decided the best route for me to take was to just act natural and go about gathering up my stuff to leave. While I was putting my clothes into my gym bag, the guy spoke to me. âI should go tell management that youâre using the locker room for your own personal sex office.â
I looked at the guy, immediately noticing his muscular arms and chest with a towel slung low around his waist, revealing a tantalizing tuft of pubic hair. If the situation werenât so precarious for me, Iâd probably have walked over to him and tried to turn him into another regular. âIf thatâs what you want to do, I guess I couldnât stop you.â
He smirked at me. âNo. You couldnât.â After a brief pause, he continued. âSo, you like dick, huh?â
I guess I wouldnât have to ask him his name. It was definitely Captain Obvious. âNah. I just did it âcause the guy asked me to.â
He chuckled. âA sense of humor. I like that!â
I smiled. âIf youâre about to go and get me thrown out of the gym, I might as well make you laugh before you do.â
He looked around and then walked over from where heâd been to stand in front of me. I could feel the masculinity and sexual energy rolling off of him in waves and landing directly on me. âGive me a reason not to.â
It figured. When it came to a choice between principles and getting their rocks off, most guys make the same choice. Otherwise, Iâd have a lot fewer guys coming to me to get blown. I started to reach for his towel when I stopped short and looked up at his face. âYouâre not a cop or anything, are you?â
For a moment, he just looked at me hesitantly before answering me. âUh, actually, I am. But this isnât entrapment. Iâm not going to turn you in or arrest you. Iâm being totally on the up and up here.â
I withdrew my hand, zipped up my gym bag and stood up. âThanks for the offer, officer. But, Iâd rather not spend the night in jail.â I reached out and patted his muscular, hairy chest. âCatch you later, okay?â
I started to walk away when his voice rang out. âHold up a minute.â
This is where I expected him to grab my arm like cops on TV do with perps all the time and twist it behind my back to subdue me. When I turned around, he was reaching into his locker. He pulled something out and dashed back over to me. âHere. Take this.â
It was a business card. âWhat for?â
âI get it. This is a weird place to hook up, especially when Iâve just told you Iâm a police officer. I get why youâre suspicious. How about we meet at a place that isnât public and you wonât have to worry about me arresting you?â
I looked at the card and read the name out loud. âCaptain Paul Morrison.â I looked back up at his face. âWhat? Did you have a bunch of these made up to lure women who are uniform chasers back to your place for a fuck and go?â
He grinned. âItâs real. Thatâs my real name and real rank on the force. And who says I try to lure WOMEN back to my place?â
âYou were just threatening to turn me in to gym management a couple minutes ago!â I retorted indignantly.
âJust because I chastised you for blowing some dude out in public like that doesnât mean Iâm an uptight, straight, homophobe.â When I didnât have a response to that, he looked at me one last time before turning to walk away. âIâm gonna hit the shower.â
While I watched - which Iâm sure he knew Iâd be doing - he walked off toward the shower area, dropping his towel and giving me a look at his toned ass. Damn!
He turned his head and looked back at me over the shoulder. âBe sure to use that number on the card. Maybe you can show me how grateful you are for me not ratting you out about the blowjob.â
He smirked at me again and then rounded the corner to get his shower.
He was confident. Okay, he was cocky. I shouldâve been turned off, but I wasnât. I slipped his card into the side pocket of my gym bag and headed out of the locker roomâŚeager to use that phone number and find out just how good cop cock really was!
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