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woods to see if they could pick up a trail, but they had no luck. I noticed that Baxter was eating the situation up, just like every other rookie I had ever worked with on a call like this one. His youth and eagerness was refreshing, as many cops tend to become rather jaded by this sort of call after spending years on the job. One day Baxter would be just like that, but for now, the criminal world better shake in its boots, I thought as I smiled.

    We were unable to locate the guy we were looking for, and the shift was ending. This would have to be one strictly for the Detective bureau to handle. We arrived back at the station and prepared to close out for the shift.

    “Finish up the report on the robbery and turn it in to the desk sergeant so that we can get out of here,” I said as he bent over into the back seat and grabbed his briefcase. What a fantastic ass this boy had on him. Damn, it might be difficult to work with this guy after all. Then I had an idea—one that might not have been the smartest I’d ever had, but I was determined to figure out the score before much longer.

    “Listen, Sean, you feel like coming over to my place and going for an early morning swim in my pool? It’s a good way to cool off before going home to bed,” I observed.

    “Sure. I would love to, but obviously I don’t have a bathing suit with me.”

    “Ahh, never mind the bathing suit. It’s just going to be us, and the pool has a high, wood fence all around it. Beautiful morning to go skinny dipping,” I said with a lump in my throat and an increased heart rate.

    “Sure, guess that’s okay. Could use a beer, too, if you have one at the house.”

    “I sure do. I got everything you need there.”

    With that, I was heading home to my house with Sean following me. I had kind of a tingling in my stomach and felt like a virgin schoolgirl selling cookies to a work release gang. Why was I so anxious all of a sudden? Was I planning on hitting on Sean if I thought he was gay? Would that even be smart? Then I thought again how he’d looked walking up to me at the robbery scene and knew I had to see for myself what was under the uniform at least.

    “You can take off your uniform and stuff in my bedroom and use the hangers in my closet. There are also towels in the hallway there, so grab yourself one or two. I’m going to feed the dog and will be right behind you.”

    “Okay, Sarge, and don’t forget the beer!”

    “I won’t, and call me Brian off duty,” I said.

    After I’d fed the dog and grabbed a couple of beers, I turned to go upstairs to the bedroom and almost fell over Sean, who was already down in the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. My eyes involuntarily fell to his chest, which was well developed, with a light coating of black hair. A significant bulge was jutting out from the towel in his crotch area. He was incredible and it took my breath away.

    “Here’s your beer. Go ahead out to the pool, I’ll be out in a flash,” I said with a broad smile on my face.

    Sean smiled back and went out to the backyard.

    I practically ran up the stairs, stripped everything off, grabbed a towel and was out the door to the pool in less than two minutes. He looked sexy, all wet and smiling, as I dropped my towel, put my beer down on the edge, and dove into the deep end of the pool. As I swam towards Sean, I opened my eyes underwater and saw a beautiful cock and a nice set of balls on my partner. After coming up for air, I smiled and asked him how he liked the water.

    “It’s great. I haven’t been skinny dipping in a couple of years and it feels great. I always feel very free when I swim nude.”

    “Well, you have an open invitation to swim here nude anytime you like.”

    “Won’t your wife or girlfriend object to having a strange guy swimming naked in her pool?” he asked with an innocent look on his face.

    “Actually, I’m not married and don’t have a girlfriend, just like you,” I replied.

    “Really? I was sure you had a wife at your age. Usual cop divorce stuff?” he asked with a look of concern.

    “No, no wife, never been married. And what do you mean ‘at your age’, Baxter?” I asked with a fake annoyed look.

    He just laughed and said, “No disrespect intended. I just mean most guys are married when they’re in their 30’s, that’s all.”

    Silence and some lazy swimming back and forth in the pool followed this exchange of conversation. We swam laps side by side, and when my