I stepped out onto the porch, the wood planks cool under my bare feet, and took a deep breath of the early summer air. And if anything seems off, don’t hesitate to give us a call.” He handed me a business card, the edges slightly worn from frequent use. Gay sex His breath grew ragged, his movements more urgent, and I knew he was close. “But maybe next time, you should, uh, consider wearing something a bit less… “Don’t often see guys your age wearing nightshirts.”I felt a flush creep up my neck as I took the card, realising that the outline of my body was visible underneath the cotton material. His hands lingered for a moment, brushing against my skin before he stepped back, his eyes scanning my now-vulnerable form as I remained bent over the hood of his patrol car.Officer Jenkins stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently lift the hem of my nightshirt. I was about to grab the newspaper from the driveway when a dusty police cruiser pulled into view, breaking the moment’s tranquillity.Officer Jenkins climbed out, his boots thudding against the gravel. “I want you to fuck me, Officer Jenkins.”The words hung in the air, a declaration of my willingness to submit to him, to this moment
