Gus gets Lucky - 1
The air in the cramped cottage bathroom was thick with anticipation, the scent of pine disinfectant mixing with something muskier as Gus pressed his eye closer to the peephole, heart hammering against his ribs. Beyond the thin partition, the cop's uniform pants pooled around his ankles, his thick fingers working slowly up and down his already-hard cock, gaze locked on the same hole Gus was using to watch him. Neither man breathed—until the cop's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Enjoying the show, neighbour?" His voice was rough, amused, and Gus's stomach dropped even as his own erection strained against his jeans.
Gus knew he had to do something, trapped in this little cubicle he made the effort of coming out of the stall and walked over to where the man was wanking his hard cock,* his pulse wild but his steps deliberate. The cop didn't stop stroking himself, just arched an eyebrow as Gus stopped inches away, close enough to smell the salt-and-iron tang of pre-cum. "You gonna arrest me," Gus murmured, fingers twitching at his sides, "or fuck me?" The cop's chuckle was dark as he grabbed Gus's wrist and pressed his palm against the hot, leaking length of his cock. "Depends. You got a preference?"
The cop leaned in, his breath hot against Gus's ear as he whispered, *"I've got a place nearby, you want to come over?"* His grip tightened around Gus's wrist, guiding his hand in another slow stroke while his other hand slid down to cup Gus's ass through his jeans. "Quieter than this shithole. Bed's bigger too."
Gus nodded, the cop pulling up his trousers said *"My name's Ben,"* Gus responded with *"Gus,"* before Ben smirked and tugged him closer by the belt loops. *"Nice to meet you, Gus."* His thumb brushed over Gus's lower lip, smearing a trace of pre-cum from his own cock onto it. *"Taste good?"*
The apartment door clicked shut behind them with finality, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the scuffed hardwood. Ben didn't waste time—he turned, fingers already working the buttons of Gus's shirt with practiced ease, pushing the fabric off his shoulders before yanking his own uniform shirt over his head in one fluid motion. "Bedroom's this way," he said, gesturing toward the right door with his thumb, his voice rough as his belt buckle clattered to the floor. Gus shivered as cool air hit his bare skin, but Ben's hands were warm when they slid around his waist, pulling him flush against the heat of his body, their erections pressing together through the last layers of fabric. We won't be needing these Ben said, removing Gus's trousers and underwear. Gus was completely naked.
Ben pushed Gus backward onto the bed, climbing over him with a predator's grin, his cock already glistening at the tip. "I'm going to fill you full of my cum," he murmured, dragging his teeth along Gus's collarbone while one hand trailed down to tease his hole. "By the time I'm finished, you'll walk crooked for a week." His fingers pressed in without warning, making Gus gasp and arch off the mattress, his legs spreading wider almost involuntarily.
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Gus knew he had to do something, trapped in this little cubicle he made the effort of coming out of the stall and walked over to where the man was wanking his hard cock,* his pulse wild but his steps deliberate. The cop didn't stop stroking himself, just arched an eyebrow as Gus stopped inches away, close enough to smell the salt-and-iron tang of pre-cum. "You gonna arrest me," Gus murmured, fingers twitching at his sides, "or fuck me?" The cop's chuckle was dark as he grabbed Gus's wrist and pressed his palm against the hot, leaking length of his cock. "Depends. You got a preference?"
The cop leaned in, his breath hot against Gus's ear as he whispered, *"I've got a place nearby, you want to come over?"* His grip tightened around Gus's wrist, guiding his hand in another slow stroke while his other hand slid down to cup Gus's ass through his jeans. "Quieter than this shithole. Bed's bigger too."
Gus nodded, the cop pulling up his trousers said *"My name's Ben,"* Gus responded with *"Gus,"* before Ben smirked and tugged him closer by the belt loops. *"Nice to meet you, Gus."* His thumb brushed over Gus's lower lip, smearing a trace of pre-cum from his own cock onto it. *"Taste good?"*
The apartment door clicked shut behind them with finality, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the scuffed hardwood. Ben didn't waste time—he turned, fingers already working the buttons of Gus's shirt with practiced ease, pushing the fabric off his shoulders before yanking his own uniform shirt over his head in one fluid motion. "Bedroom's this way," he said, gesturing toward the right door with his thumb, his voice rough as his belt buckle clattered to the floor. Gus shivered as cool air hit his bare skin, but Ben's hands were warm when they slid around his waist, pulling him flush against the heat of his body, their erections pressing together through the last layers of fabric. We won't be needing these Ben said, removing Gus's trousers and underwear. Gus was completely naked.
Ben pushed Gus backward onto the bed, climbing over him with a predator's grin, his cock already glistening at the tip. "I'm going to fill you full of my cum," he murmured, dragging his teeth along Gus's collarbone while one hand trailed down to tease his hole. "By the time I'm finished, you'll walk crooked for a week." His fingers pressed in without warning, making Gus gasp and arch off the mattress, his legs spreading wider almost involuntarily.
See part 2
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