The
Stakeout
by luvhandlz
Rating: R
It was a Friday. A slow Friday. The two detectives had spent the last eight
hours staked out in a cheap hotel room. It was a hot, sultry day and Joe
had stripped to his regulation BVDs.
Officer Bill lay on the bed, naked except for a vinyl deep concealment
holster strapped to his turgid loins. Bathed in sweat, he manipulated himself
as he contemplated Joe Friday’s skinny thighs that hung like hairy bell-clappers
from his shorts.
The sergeant peered distractedly through a telephoto lens focused on the
massage parlor across the street. The scent of Aqua Velva, his partner’s
favorite cologne, and the low quavering moans made his manhood throb in counterpoint
to the bed’s built-in vibrator.
The noises ceased momentarily as Officer Bill fumbled another quarter into
the bed’s coin slot. Friday used the interruption to exclaim, “For Christ’s
sake, Bill, I’m trying to concentrate!”
“I don’t care, Joe! I must possess you utterly!” Bill leapt from the bed,
but his holster slipped down, entangling his legs. He fell to the floor
with a thud.
Joe rushed across the room shouting, “Officer down! Officer down!” Kneeling
down, he cradled Bill’s head in his lap. “Are you hurt, dollface?”
“I’m fine now that you’re here,” Bill replied huskily. They embraced passionately,
the stakeout forgotten.
End
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