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 do…and I don’t 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 - wouldn’t 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. “I should go tell management that you’re using the locker room for your own personal sex office.”
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 weren’t so precarious for me, I’d probably have walked over to him and tried to turn him into another regular. “If that’s what you want to do, I guess I couldn’t stop you.”
He smirked at me. “No. You couldn’t.” After a brief pause, he continued. “So, you like dick, huh?”
I guess I wouldn’t have to ask him his name. It was definitely Captain Obvious. “Nah. I just did it ‘cause the guy asked me to.”
He chuckled. “A sense of humor. I like that!”
I smiled. “If you’re about to go and get me thrown out of the gym, I might as well make you laugh before you do.”
He looked around and then walked over from where he’d 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. “Give me a reason not to.”
It figured. When it came to a choice between principles and getting their rocks off, most guys make the same choice. Otherwise, I’d 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. “You’re not a cop or anything, are you?”
For a moment, he just looked at me hesitantly before answering me. “Uh, actually, I am. But this isn’t entrapment. I’m not going to turn you in or arrest you. I’m being totally on the up and up here.”
I withdrew my hand, zipped up my gym bag and stood up. “Thanks for the offer, officer. But, I’d rather not spend the night in jail.” I reached out and patted his muscular, hairy chest. “Catch you later, okay?”
I started to walk away when his voice rang out. “Hold up a minute.”
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. “Here. Take this.”
It was a business card. “What for?”
“I get it. This is a weird place to hook up, especially when I’ve just told you I’m a police officer. I get why you’re suspicious. How about we meet at a place that isn’t public and you won’t have to worry about me arresting you?”
I looked at the card and read the name out loud. “Captain Paul Morrison.” I looked back up at his face. “What? 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?”
He grinned. “It’s real. That’s my real name and real rank on the force. And who says I try to lure WOMEN back to my place?”
“You were just threatening to turn me in to gym management a couple minutes ago!” I retorted indignantly.
“Just because I chastised you for blowing some dude out in public like that doesn’t mean I’m an uptight, straight, homophobe.” When I didn’t have a response to that, he looked at me one last time before turning to walk away. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”
While I watched - which I’m sure he knew I’d 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. “Be 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.”
He smirked at me again and then rounded the corner to get his shower.
He was confident. Okay, he was cocky. I should’ve been turned off, but I wasn’t. I slipped his card into the side pocket of my gym bag and headed out of the locker room…eager to use that phone number and find out just how good cop cock really was!
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