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car as Sean picked up the mic and reported in.

    “Shots fired; two suspects getting into a late model Buick.”

    “10-4, Car 221; all units: report of shots fired on scene at the KFC on Queens Chapel Road,” dispatch relayed.

    This announcement put every patrol unit in a two-mile radius in a response status to the scene of the robbery. This type of situation was handled by officers in the field as if it were an “officer in trouble” call.

    Both Brian and Sean jumped out of their cruiser, taking up a position behind their doors, and returned fire at the suspects’ vehicle.

    “Aim for the tires,” Brian shouted to Sean.

    In a split second, the tires on the left side of the vehicle exploded with a loud pop. The suspect in the passenger seat jumped out and ran toward the back of the store with Sean in hot pursuit.

    “Sean, wait for backup!” Brian yelled to no avail.

    Brian fired one more shot, striking the driver just below the left ear. He was dead almost instantly, and the car rolled backward into a nearby light pole. Upon checking the suspect and determining that he had no pulse, Brian took off to the rear of the store as other units pulled into the parking lot.

    “One suspect presumed dead on scene, in foot pursuit of second suspect to the rear of the KFC with my partner,” Brian yelled into his shoulder mic.

    As dispatch relayed the information to other units, Sergeant King tried to catch up to his rookie. His blood froze as he heard multiple shots coming from the woods behind the KFC and he followed the sounds with dread in his heart. He just knew that his young partner was going to be on the ground bleeding.

    Just over twenty feet into the woods, Brian found Sean standing over the body of the second suspect. Sean’s chest was heaving with exertion and adrenaline and a look of distress covered his face.

    “What happened?” Brian asked.

    “I was close to tackling him when he turned and fired on me. If I hadn’t swung left at the last second, he would have taken my head off. Instead, I fired two rounds, striking him in the chest both times,” Sean said with a breathiness that betrayed the fact that he was hyped up.

    As other officers arrived at the site of the second shooting, Brian got on the radio.

    “Car 221 requesting homicide and the shift lieutenant respond to the scene for two officer-involved shootings.”

    “10-4, car 221.”

    All officer shootings that ended with the death of another person had to be investigated by the homicide detectives to determine if the shooting was justified or not. When they arrived with the duty lieutenant, both Brian and Sean had their weapons confiscated for the investigation. They would draw new firearms back at the station even though both officers would be put on administrative leave.

    Other officers checked on the welfare of the KFC employees and found that, in spite of a bullet hole in the ceiling, the girls behind the counter were fine, if a bit shaken up. Brian and Sean now headed back to the homicide division to draw up their reports. It would be almost nine a.m. before they were able to leave the station.

    As the men got ready to leave the parking lot, Brian looked at Sean.

    “Do you wanna come home with me and take a swim?”

    “Yeah, I’d like that. In fact, Brian, I’d like to sleep at your place today if that would be all right. I’m still a little shaken up.”

    “Sure, kid, no problem. Let’s go.”

    As they drove home, Brian recalled their last encounter and grew hard in his pants. A terrible night would end, he hoped, with Sean under him in bed. Brian had taken Sean’s cherry the last time they were together, and he wanted to check to make sure it hadn’t grown back. As they arrived at his house, he smiled at the thought of what he wanted to do with Sean.

    They entered Brian’s house and headed into the kitchen where Brian got a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. As they popped the tops on the beers, Sean leaned against the breakfast counter, and Brian couldn’t help but notice that Sean was wearing boxer shorts underneath his uniform. As Sean moved one leg forward, Brian could clearly see the outline of Sean’s dick pushing against the material of the uniform pants. He was able to observe about three inches of soft penis and the ridge of its head as Sean stood there.

    As Brian’s pulse quickened, he said, “Do you wanna swim?”

    “For sure. I’m so damn hot I can’t stand it,” Sean