Chapter 18
A dazed Ricky came back to himself a short time later, and found himself sitting on the couch draped against James’ solid, strong body. He lifted his head from the cop’s shoulder, blinking a little. What…? Then it all came back to him. James’ friends finding out about who he’d been, their kind forgiveness, his spate of tears…and then…and then…he’d…
His face turned crimson, and he moaned a little in the back of his throat. He could remember clearly taking James’ cock into his mouth, how he’d relished each moment and eagerly swallowed the other man’s seed like the most lascivious of whores. Oh, God, he was turning into such a slut! A gay slut! He buried his face in his hands, as James said: “What’s the matter, Ricky?”
He shook his head silently, unable to answer. James’ hands settled on his shoulders, kneading the muscles lightly. “Is this about the blow job you gave me?” the cop asked him softly.
He moaned again. “For what it’s worth, that’s the best one I’ve ever had,” the cop said sincerely.
He lifted his head from his hands, turning it so that he could peer at James’ face out of the corner of his eye. “It was?” he asked, feeling a shy pleasure at this praise.
James nodded. “It was amazing,” he affirmed. “I never expected somebody who barely knows anything about it to be able to do that. You’re a natural, Ricky, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Unless you never intended to give me a blow job, just let me do it to you?” he asked.
Ricky shook his head quickly. “No!” he cried. “That would be so selfish…I couldn’t do that…”
James smiled and reached out to lightly run his finger along Ricky’s lower lip. “You see? Even if you hadn’t turned out to be a natural, you still would have had to learn to do it sometime. And isn’t it better that you can do it so easily? Beginners often have a lot of trouble learning to give good blow jobs.”
Distracted by the feel of that finger moving on his lip, Ricky asked: “Did you?”
James nodded. “At first, yeah. I kept trying to choke. It wasn’t very pleasant. But I kept at it, because I wanted to learn to do it right. I’d have given a lot to be able to just do it like you did, and to enjoy it as much as you did, too…” his eyes gleamed, and Ricky flushed again. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Ricky. It’s good to like what you’re doing, especially if it’s something sexual. It makes both you and your partner feel good, and what’s the harm in that? I was so turned on by how excited you were that I had trouble stopping myself from coming right away.”
“You were?” He liked the sound of that.
“Yeah. You were so sexy, kneeling there in front of me. I couldn’t get enough of it.”
Ricky found himself relaxing back into James’ strong arms. If his boyfriend had liked what he’d done, he decided that he didn’t care about becoming a gay slut. After all, he was only going to be a slut for James. And he liked the thought of being a slut for his sexy, wonderful boyfriend. He liked it a lot. “We could maybe try that again soon,” he murmured, trying to conceal the eagerness in his voice. All he wanted was to have James’ cock in his mouth again as soon as possible.
“We sure can,” James agreed, kissing his forehead. “Anytime you want, Ricky.”
“Cool.”
Ricky glanced around the sports bar, feeling very nervous. James had brought him to a cop bar to hang out with his fellow officers, who were mostly pretty good about his being gay. He’d introduced Ricky as his boyfriend, which had made him flinch and want to hide behind James when all eyes settled on him. He felt like they were all judging him silently. But much to his surprise, one of them came forward to take his hand and shake it,. “Nice to meet you, Ricky,” he said. “Jimmy’s never brought one of his guys here before. He must be really serious about you.”
Ricky felt color swarm up in his cheekbones. He looked rather wildly over at James, who smiled slightly. “I think I might be, Carl,” he agreed quietly. “This one’s special.”
“Good job, man,” Carl said with a grin. “Anyway, you guys come and have a drink with us, okay?”
So that was how he found himself seated in a booth next to James, with at least five other cops stuffed into the same booth. They were elbowing and teasing each other, and laughing raucously. Carl yelled over the loud talk: “So, what do you do, Ricky?”
“Oh. I’m a DJ on the radio!” he yelled back.
“Yeah? What’s that like?”
“It’s awesome!” he cried, as the other cops all turned their attention to him. “I love it.”
Carl raised his beer glass. “That’s great. You should always love what you do.”
“Do you guys love what you do?” Ricky asked.
“Sure. Wouldn’t so it if we didn’t since the pay’s not great and it can be really dangerous.”
“I know,” Ricky said, leaning forward urgently. “That’s why I don’t get it!” he added passionately. “You guys could get shot! James got shot!”
Carl shrugged. “That’s just the chance you take,” he said coolly. “Right, Jimmy?”
“Right,” James agreed calmly.
Ricky felt frustrated and puzzled. ‘But don’t any of you ever get scared?” he asked.
They exchanged glances. Another of them, a guy named Frank, said slowly: “Of course. But you can’t let that get in the way. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to do the job anymore.”
“But why do you do it?” Ricky said. “Why do you love it so much?”
From the perplexed looks he was getting, most of them didn’t know how to answer this question. They didn’t think about WHY they loved being cops; they just did.
James elbowed him a little. “I told you, Ricky, we have this need to protect people,” he said. “If this were the Middle Ages we’d all be knights. We can’t help ourselves; it’s just instinctual.”
“Knights,” mused Carl thoughtfully. “I kinda like the sound of that. I’d love to hit people with big swords.”
“You mean like some of the nastier of the perps?” Frank commented dryly.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
Ricky fought back a giggle at the image of a bunch of uniformed cops hitting people with swords. James draped a casual arm around his shoulders, and he found himself relaxing in a way he never would have imagined doing, in a cop bar surrounded by heterosexual people all seeing him with another man’s arm around him. The cops’ easy acceptance of him and James was amazing but wonderful. And it helped to make it easier for him to accept them, because if a bunch of macho cops was okay with him being gay, then how could he himself have a problem with it?
They trailed into James’ house after ten. Ricky was feeling a little bit buzzed from too much beer and lots of camaraderie alike. “I like your fellow cops,” he told James.
A laugh. “Thought you might. Not all of them are okay with me, but the ones who are don’t give a shit that I’m gay. As long as I watch their backs, they’ll watch mine.”
“That’s good,” Ricky said, nodding. “I want people to watch your back. Don’t want anything to happen to you…” he added.
“I can’t guarantee that anything won’t, but I’ll do my very best to stay safe,” James assured him.
Suddenly, strong arms slid around him. A nose nuzzled the back of his neck. Ricky’s body came alive, as James’ voice purred in his ear. “What do you want to do now, Ricky?”
Oh, he could think of all KINDS of things he’d like to do now. “We could maybe watch some TV,” James added, licking lightly at his ear.
He moaned breathily, arching backward into those insouciant, exploring hands and the hot mouth sliding over his skin. “Or…” the cop went on, his voice lowering and turning husky, “We could skip TV and do something else completely.” His hand settled on Ricky’s groin, and he turned in James’ arms. Their mouths met hungrily, and Ricky knew dimly that he was really going to like the end of this date…
Ricky was practically humming to himself as he walked into work the next day. He was thinking about last night in James’ living room, when he’d sunk dizzily to his knees and had a repeat performance of that first blow job. That had been so good! He’d worshipped James’ cock, had taken his time loving and petting and sucking it. James had let him do whatever he’d wanted to, only moaning encouragement once in awhile. When he’d finally come in Ricky’s mouth, he’d been in such a daze that he’d been unable to stand. But James had solved his problem by draping Ricky over the couch and going to town on his dick. Somewhere in the middle of that, a spit slick finger had slid into his ass and had moved in and out. Normally that would have disturbed Ricky, but by then he just didn’t care. Especially since it felt so damn good, anyway. He’d come so hard he’d almost blacked out.
Thinking about that finger, Ricky settled in his chair and put on his headset. He gave his tech a thumbs up gesture, to tell the man that he was ready to go on the air. He knew that eventually something bigger than that finger was going to go…in his ass. James’ cock, to be exact. But instead of making him feel nervous or disgusted, this thought kind of excited him, instead. He loved having James’ cock in his mouth. It’d probably feel just as good or better inside of his ass. He wanted to feel what that was like.
The music kicked up, signaling the beginning of his shift. He tore his mind away from the distraction of gay sex, deciding that he’d talk to James about it. Maybe tonight. If not tonight, then soon...
Go to Next Chapter