#pacothread

He hated to admit it, but Paco wasn’t as young as he used to be. Though you wouldn’t necessarily know it from the way he looked, he was staring down his fiftieth birthday soon, so keeping fit was absolutely crucial for his lifestyle. (Though looking hot was definitely another part of it...)

When he wasn’t working, Paco could usually be found in the gym, working out, particularly focusing on keeping his impressive ass as firm and luscious as it was in his twenties. Who said being thicc was a younger man’s game? But because of his deep, deep focus, Paco didn’t even notice someone else encroaching on his space in the empty workout room.

Working security for a gated community was decidedly not the direction Paco saw his life going in, but work was work. It didn’t give him the same satisfaction being a sheriff back home did, but it sustained his need for law and order — it was just on a much smaller scale. With less jurisdiction than he would have liked. Better than nothing.

He’d just started his shift when Paco got a call from one of the residents. Already? Paco knew the citizens of Wisteria Court had a tendency to be overly paranoid rich folk, but come on. Time to get to work. 

Ten minutes later, he pulled up to the address given to him and knocked on their door, admittedly scoffing at the McMansion he found around him. His house was much smaller than this one, even if the insanely high rent didn’t reflect it...

Then the door opens.

“Hi there,” Paco says firmly, sizing up the resident who requested his services. It seemed like everybody who lived in Wisteria Court was a goddamn adonis, and this one was no exception. But now wasn’t the time to be unprofessional. “You called about a security concern? What’s the matter? Everything seems fine to me...”

After yesterday’s initiation ritual, it was time for yet another rite of passage at the academy: the dreaded buzzcut. And luckily for Paco, his pretty little protege had a lot of luxurious, golden hair to snip off. (Fortunate for Paco, less so for poor William.)

“Why thank you, Paco” Diego smirked, “I’ve been going to a new guy at the base to get it cut. I was thinking about rocking a buzz just to show a sign of support for the cadets, but maybe now I won’t” he winked, “Yours isn’t too bad either”

“We can thank my abuela for that,” Paco grins, running a hand through his thick, dark locks, currently a little longer than he usually liked to wear it.

On the one hand, being physically handled by a cadet like that was a punishable offense, and Paco was more than willing to write Roman up for what he’d just done. But on the other hand, Paco found Roman very attractive, and heard of certain rumors that alluded to him having one hell of a long, thick cock. So instead of going the harsh route, maybe Paco could afford the cadet some… cautious judgement. Coming from Paco, that was rare.

After Paco’s steamy shower with William the other day, an unwanted byproduct of their mutual masturbation was the cadet feeling a bit overly familiar with his mentor. This wouldn’t be the first time a protege of his seemed to form a bit of a crush on Paco, but it certainly got old real fast. Even if William was, admittedly, quite a looker.