Or maybe I didn’t want to. “Big deal, Buddy, I fucked you. Gay porn One evening after my shift, still in uniform, I met him at Mike’s. “You just don’t admit it. “I need to see you as the cop I own.”He crossed the room, his hand on my lower back, pushing me toward the bedroom. I kept seeing Vale, sometimes planned, sometimes by chance that felt deliberate. “You know what comes next,” he said, pulling me out of the cruiser by my arm.I stood and moved to the trunk and removed my uniform—hat, uniform, boots, socks, tie, belt, gun, radio. I set each item on the trunk. I imagined, unbidden, what it would feel like with no space between us. The weight of their scrutiny pressed on my mind, a constant reminder I was fucking up the one thing I’d always held together—my duty.Marcus knew it too. My cock hardened instantly, straining against the uniform pants.
