David Peterson

Can’t get enough | Thaddeus + David

It had been a long day, and Thaddeus had been able to block out the images of what had happened last night in the precinct showers and stay professional all day. But sitting at this stop light, looking at his partner’s face in profile, he remembered what it looked like sprayed with his cum.

Now he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Worse, he started to remember what kind of noises the notorious skirt chaser had made when Thaddeus was pounding his ass on a locker room bench.

He saw a hotel up ahead and just turned into the parking lot. Turning off the car, he looks over at his partner. “I’m going to get us a room, call in and tell them we’re knocking off for the night. I can promise you we’ll be here a long time and you might have problems walking.”

The events of last night hadn’t been mentioned by either of the men today, but it’s not like either of them really engaged in the same level of conversation they usually did either. Their conversations were professional. Muted. It wasn’t that David didn’t want it to have happened, just that he wasn’t sure how Thaddeus would see him any more.

It was almost time for them to finish up for the night, and when Thaddeus pulled into a hotel parking lot, David was a little confused. They hadn’t recieved a call about something here. The Thaddeus explained what he was going to do, and immediately David felt his asshole tighten at the thought. He nodded, and waited until the other male had left before making two calls.