Chapter 18

“And he?”

I explained how Shawn had come in and climbed into bed. The cop listened, and then—to my astonishment, he put down his pencil and pad, and began to undress. I watched this in amazement and awe. The man was built!Not over-built, but muscles everywhere, taut and solid. He had cannonball shoulders, and larger pecs than I could have imagined hiding in his uniform. And, best of all, he had hair, dark hair, in a perfect spread all over his pecs and forming a treasure trail down to his belly. And when he stepped out of his shorts at last, it struck me that I had never seen a more beautiful male body in any porn picture or video.

He climbed in beside me.

“Okay,” he said. “And, what did he do, exactly?”

I told him, honestly, and—he did it!

He was half hard when he stripped, and fully hard when he lay on his side behind me in the bed. And he was a leaker, the slickness of his pre-cum making a nice lubricant.

And so—well, he fucked me.