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table, he was visibly upset. Brian noticed abrasions on Sean’s knuckles and instinctively knew what had happened.

    “Did that asshole follow you into the men’s room?”

    “Yep. When I left, he was on the floor with guys pissing all over him. We’d better go,” an apologetic Sean said.

    Brian asked no further questions for the moment, and they got up and left the club. Outside, the fresh air brought both men down off their club high and after getting into the car, Sean began to relate what had happened. When he got to the part of the guy grabbing his dick, Brian put his foot on the brake.

    “No, it’s okay,” Sean said quickly. “He may have copped a feel of my dick, but it cost him. After I decked him, I pissed on him and the other guys in there did the same thing. How he is going to walk out of that bathroom drenched in piss is beyond me.”

    Sean left out the insult to Brian. He thought it might create some insecurity in his boyfriend, and he wasn’t going to let that happen again.

    “I kinda wish I had seen that. He just lay there on the floor as you whipped out your cock and whizzed on him?”

    “Yeah. He knew if he got up, I was gonna knock him right back down. I thought about arresting him for sexual assault but this was far more satisfying.”

    Brian laughed for a good minute. “Fantastic, hon. You’re good at meting out justice, but don’t make decking guys a habit. We’re cops; we’re not supposed to be breaking the law.”

    “So should I have arrested that shithead instead?”

    “No, that would have been a bad move. We would have had to call the D.C. cops to take him, and then reports would have been filed and our department would have been notified, and it would come out that all of this took place inside a gay dance club. No, I think you handled it about as well as you could, although pissing on the guy was probably overkill.” Brian laughed once more.

    “Yeah, well, he deserved it, believe me. He’s lucky I didn’t break his jaw.”

    “Okay, tough guy, it’s over. Let’s go home and fuck our brains out.”

    “Now that is the best suggestion I’ve heard all night!”

    A few minutes later Brian was chuckling once more.

    “What’s funny now?” Sean asked as he reached over and ran his hand over Brian’s crotch.

    “I just can’t stop picturing you standing over the asshole and pissing on him.”

    “Well, he’s lucky I had mostly emptied my bladder before I decked him. But the other guys made up for it.”

    Brian laughed loudly once more.

    When they got home, they were tearing each other’s clothes off as they went up the stairs to the second floor. Instead of going to the bedroom, they jumped into the shower to wash off the sweat that had accumulated on their bodies from dancing. Once that was accomplished, they ran into the bedroom, where they hit the bed and began to kiss like teenagers.

    “Brian, you were so hot tonight on the dance floor and when you ran your hand over my dick, I almost came then and there.”

    “I couldn’t help myself. You were half naked, sporting a hard-on and looking at me like you wanted to fuck me right then and there,” Brian replied.

    “Ah, but I did. That’s exactly what was going through my mind as I watched you dance. You move very sensuously on the dance floor and it turns me on so fucking much.”

    Sean quickly slid down and began to suck Brian’s cock without any fooling around on the way. This was going to be a super passionate need to be quickly sated with an orgasm. Brian ran his hand through Sean’s hair, moaning as Sean worked his cock for all it was worth. Sean played with Brian’s balls as he bobbed his head up and down, hungry for his lover’s climax.

    Through his moans, Brian managed to utter, “Stop—I’m gonna cum!”

    Sean not only didn’t stop, he sucked all the harder, milking his lover’s cock with his mouth and both hands. As he jerked and sucked Brian, Sean saw Brian’s balls move up to hug the base of his shaft and shortly after that he heard the moaning and heavy breathing that signaled a climax was in progress.

    Sean felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of his throat and increased the speed of his sucking and jerking, enjoying spurt after spurt of Brian’s juices, swallowing as fast as he could. When Brian sank back down on the bed and the moaning died, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing, Sean slowed down on his sucking, savoring each remaining drop he coaxed