Badges

tamp it down so that Michael and he could cum at the same time.

    “I’m ready to shoot,” Tyler said.

    “Me too. Go for it!” Michael urged.

    In a climax that made both men shudder, shot after shot of hot cum streamed out of Michael’s cock, hitting Tyler on the forehead, chin, and chest as Tyler filled the condom buried deep in Michael’s ass. When the last spurts had been fired, Michael collapsed down alongside Tyler on the bed. They lay there breathing heavily as Michael wiped sweat off of his forehead.

    Tyler pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trashcan by the bed. Rolling over, he pulled a towel from under the bed and wiped down Michael’s body so that they could hold each other in the warm afterglow of their passion.

    “That was incredible, Tyler. For the first time in my young life, I feel like I’ve truly been fucked well.”

    Tyler smiled and replied, “So, I didn’t lie to you in the restaurant, huh?”

    “No, sir, you didn’t. Do you ever bottom?”

    “Only for a man who is very special to me. Otherwise, I do the fucking.”

    Michael smiled. “Wonder how long it will take me to become special.”

Military Service

    It was a hot July day in Cheyenne, Wyoming as Patrolman Mark Gloucester left the station parking lot and began his patrol routine in his sector. On one side of his sector he had residential areas, on another, businesses, and at the top of his sector, the local Air Force base.

    He seldom ran all the way out to the base, as it had its own military police and all entrance gates were manned by security police. The gate that was just outside the edge of his responsibility was known as Gate Two, which was closed at dark. The main gate was a couple of miles away, and other units patrolled there.

    As the night wore on, Mark became bored, as there were no calls coming out and everyone was basically trying to stay indoors with the air conditioning running. Mark decided to actually take a run all the way to the base just to say he’d been there.

    As he drove on the civilian approach road to the base, he saw the guardhouse down the road, well lit, since the sun had gone down four hours earlier. When he was within two hundred yards, he slowed way down and flipped the emergency lights on and off so that the security police officer knew he was a cop.

    As he approached the last few feet, a bored-looking Airman came out of the gatehouse and waved. Mark got out of the car and walked over to the closed gate.

    “Hi, I’m Patrolman Mark Gloucester, Cheyenne PD.”

    “Hello there. Never saw you boys out this way before.”

    “No, we usually don’t, ’cause there’s never anything that we’re needed for out here. I thought I’d take a run out just to chat for a minute, since we’re quiet in the city.”

    “Yeah, it stays dead out here. By the way, I’m Neal Baxter, Airman First Class.”

    “And you’re stuck guarding a closed gate on base, I see. Did you piss someone off?”

    “Nah. We’re rotated through the posts. Now that I’ve got my second stripe, I get the patrol duties occasionally, but mostly I’m stuck on gate duty. Forgive me for asking, but you look pretty young to be a cop. How old are you?”

    “I get that a lot. Ya gotta be twenty-one to be an officer, and I’m twenty-one! How about you?”

    “Me? I’m twenty next week, so you got a few months on me.”

    “I gotta ask you something, if you don’t mind,” said the civilian officer.

    “Sure, ask away.”

    “What’s your feeling on the repeal of ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’? You okay with gays serving with you?”

    Neal looked surprised at the question and thought for a moment. “I don’t really see how it’s gonna make that much difference. There are gay guys serving now, and the only change is they can admit it and maybe find a date for Saturday night without worrying about the assholes at the Office of Special Investigations investigating them. Don’t know what they’ll do now that they don’t have queers to chase anymore,” Neal said with a sneer.

    “Oh? So, you don’t have a problem with open service?”

    “Nope, I should think not, since I’m gay.”

    Now it was Mark’s turn to pause for a moment before continuing.

    “And don’t tell me that I don’t look like one of those,” warned Neal.

    “Actually, I was going to ask you for a date Saturday night,” said the blushing officer.

    “Are you jerking me around?” Neal asked with a raised