I entered the air-conditioned haven of my new apartment with a sigh of ecstasy. The sun had set hours ago and it was still well over a hundred degrees outside. It didn't help that I'd just come from the gym, still sweaty since I'd opted to use my own shower. I was too full of excitement to shower at the training facility because I wanted to review my notes one last time before the big day.
The following day would be my first day on the job as a sworn police officer for the city of Phoenix. It would also be my first day as an undercover officer in a big operation to break up a car theft ring. I'd finished the academy at the top of my class and spent the last month learning everything that could be taught about vehicle theft. I'd learned more about how cars worked, how to steal them and why they were stolen than I could have imagined existed.
I breathed in the cooler air for another minute and started stripping as I made my way to the bathroom. My little apartment in central Phoenix wasn't anything special but it felt like it was. I'd been in the army for the last six years, working first as an MP then in CID, and had lived on-base the entire time. Being able to walk around naked in my own place was still like Christmas morning to me and I loved it. I'd joined up straight out of high-school, barely eighteen, and I'd never had my own home.
I turned on the water and let it get warm as I reviewed what I'd need to do the next day. Before the gym I'd had one last meeting with my sergeant and partner to make sure everything was ready for my first day undercover. I was so pumped to get started I had to stop at the gym at the police training facility to work off my extra energy. I just hoped I'd be able to sleep.
Jumping into the shower I let the water fall over me, laying the small amount of hair on my chest, arms and legs flat before I ducked my head into the stream. I shampooed quickly, still amazed at the amount of hair on my head even though it was barely enough to lay flat when combed. I rinsed and scrubbed down quick. I couldn't help checking out my arms, pumped from the gym, even though it made me feel stupid. I flexed and rubbed the soap into my armpits. I quit playing around and washed my dick and balls then my ass, paying special attention to the deep crease there.
I was just finishing drying when my cell phone rang, my new cell I'd be using for work. Only Sergeant Reynolds and my partner Barry had that number. I rushed to grab it from my gym bag, hitting the button to answer by the fourth ring.
"Hey, Dan, it's me," Barry said before I could get out a hello.
"Hey, man. What's going on?" I was nervous, wondering if I'd made a mistake already.
"Just wanted to make sure the phone is working and you're all set. We won't be able to really talk until tomorrow night so I figured we'd give it a practice ring."
"No, I'm fine. The phone worked and I've got your cell programmed into it under mom in the contact list, just like you said."
"Okay then, it's all good. You remember where we're meeting Tommy tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I'd spent the weeks in the academy getting to know the city and I felt pretty confident I'd be able to find my contact. "Don't worry, Barry. This is going to be easy."
"Well, don't get cocky kid. Get some rest tonight." Barry had been with PPD for almost twenty years. He'd done time in the Gang Unit, Paper Crimes and he'd been in Auto Theft now for a couple of years. He knew what he was doing and he'd be my back-up if I ran into any trouble. He'd paused for a second and I heard him sigh before continuing, "When you wake up in the morning you're Danny Walters, a meth-head with a serious addiction to support. You're a high-school dropout with a shitty job, down on your luck and ready to do whatever it takes to get another fix. You're buddy Tommy is going to hook you up with some guys that run a chop shop who'll buy the cars you steal. Just be Danny Walters and you'll be fine."
"Don't worry, Barry, I've got it. Talk to you tomorrow."
"Night, kid." I hung up and put the phone on my dresser in the bedroom. I pulled on some boxers and made myself a sandwich for dinner. Settling down with a bottle of water I ate and reviewed all my notes.
Tommy was a kid who had cut a deal with the police after his third car theft in a year. Normally he'd be held without the right to bond, since he'd committed a new felony while on release for another felony -- two counts of Theft of Means of Transportation, until he was sentenced and sent to prison. He'd introduce me to the right people and vouch for me, then disappear. If all went to plan he'd be long gone to another state doing time on a very reduced sentence and I'd be instrumental in breaking up a major car theft ring. I'd be promoted to detective and it would be the perfect start to my career; and I wanted it bad.
I had decided not to reenlist in the army because of all the bullshit don't-ask-don't-tell crap, finally admitting to myself I was gay. I mean, I'd always known but I fought it so hard, for so long, it was really difficult for me to accept that about myself. I'd loved my job in CID, working in computer crimes. It wasn't until I was involved in an investigation into a pay-for-porn site that employed a bunch of military guys that I got my wake-up call. Most of them had been straight and just jacked-off for the camera but they all got discharged. I never felt so shitty about anything in my life. I decided right then that I was sick of living a lie and wouldn't reenlist. I savored this opportunity to jump ahead on the job ladder.
Really, it was just lucky circumstance that had landed me in this position. I'd grown up in the desert of Southern California and had randomly applied for a position with PPD and been accepted. I'd always known I wanted to go back to the desert, especially after years on fucking cold bases up and down the east coast. I completed the academy at the top of my class, had a degree in Criminal Justice and six years of experience behind me. I was a new face in Phoenix and the department jumped on the chance to put me undercover.
I stared down at the file containing all the information on one Joe Santos, the man whose ultimate downfall was my goal. There was one mug shot from five years ago and I studied it. He was handsome with a square jaw, covered in days of beard growth, dark eyes and hair and a prominent nose. The photo was just of his face and I wondered what he looked like now. Hopefully I'd soon find out.
Closing the file I looked at the clock and saw it was well past eleven. I thought about how I'd better get to bed but I didn't feel like it. I could only think of one thing that would help. I picked up my plate and glass as I turned off the TV, shutting off the lights on my way to the kitchen. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and checked the door to be sure it was locked then made my way to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers, slipped out of my boxers and laid down.
Reaching over I pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. I took out the lube and felt in the back of the drawer for the dildo. It was the first I'd ever bought, unable to keep one on base, and it was real looking, about seven inches long. I laid it on the bed beside me and poured some lube onto my fingers. First I pulled on my hardening cock, applying the lube, and then spread my legs. I reached down over my balls and rubbed my lubed fingers over my asshole, playing along the rim of the muscle there. I slid one finger in and thrilled at the gentle stretch, that strange feeling of having something where it didn't belong. I let my body get used to it as I slid the digit slowly in and out.
In real life I always topped, but my fantasies were far different. I'd been with a couple dozen guys, in stolen moments off base, so I wasn't a virgin but I found myself always being the aggressor. The first couple guys I'd been with I had dreams of us screwing each other senseless. It wasn't to be. I'd been through my whole sleeping with women, proving I was straight, phase and I didn't get up the courage to meet a man until I was twenty-one. I don't know if it was just the guys I found but I learned from that first time that guys weren't that different from women when it came to sex, only the parts were different. I'm a naturally impatient guy, kind of dominant if things don't go the way I'm expecting, and if I walked in and took charge I led my partner right to getting fucked, man or woman. I hadn't met a man yet who had the balls to take charge, especially when they saw my big cock.
In the dreams and fantasies that played out in my head I longed to be fucked. Like, thrown down and fucked. I knew on some level it could never happen, I had too much pride. It was hard enough accepting I was gay, I would never admit to the fact I wanted a man to fuck me like a bitch. So I bought the dildo and discovered how sensitive my ass could be, how good it could feel to have something inside me, while the craziest fantasies played out in my mind's eye.
Impatient now, I stuck two slick fingers into my ass. I spread the lube around and stretched my hole open. With my other hand I palmed my cock, pressing it hard against my stomach to ease the ache. As I fucked myself with my fingers I teased the head of my cock by lightly running my finger over the spot underneath where the head meets the shaft. I didn't want to start stroking and get off too quick.
I picked up the dildo and applied lube to it, enjoying the heft of it in my hand. I pulled my legs up and back to expose my ass and brought the dildo to my hole. Gently I nudged the head against the ring of muscles and took deep, calming breaths. The penetration was slow and easy as I fucked myself with just the head of the tool. I was thinking of this porn clip I'd seen online; a prison guard who was overpowered by two inmates and basically gang-raped. The clip itself was pretty bad but the idea of it turned me on. I imagined I was the prison guard, bent over a cot in a stinking cell with my ass in the air. In my head I was about to be forced and I shoved the dildo into me hard, all the way to the fake balls at the base. I gasped and reached my right hand down, under my ass, to grab the thing by the balls. I moved it insistently in deep strokes, in time with the rape in my fantasy.
It burned as it moved in me and I begged my convict captors to fuck me harder, I picked up the speed of my self-fuck. I adjusted the angle until the dildo was rubbing constantly over my prostate, making myself pant. I raised my ass higher and spread my legs more. The muscles in my thighs were taut and my right forearm was starting to ache but the second convict was about to take a turn in my ass. In my head I begged him to give me his cock while he and his friend called me derisive names and jeered at my humiliation. He was going to fuck me harder and I moved the fake cock in accord. The pain was gone and I just wanted more. I took my cock in my left hand and with just the touch I started to come. It poured out of me while I stroked myself and pounded my ass at the same time.
Drenched in my own come and panting I slowly eased the dildo from my ass. I staggered to the bathroom and left the glistening dildo in the sink to be washed later. I wiped away the mess of lube with some toilet paper and made my way back to the bed. I smiled in satisfaction at the sweet ache in my ass as I drifted off.
In the morning I woke up feeling good, ready for the day and on point. First I met my partner, Barry, who had picked up my wheels. It was a newer model Acura, white with all the perks. The department had gained possession of it after a drug bust and it was going to be the first car I turned over. I followed Barry to a Denny's restaurant downtown in the "stolen" car where we met Tommy, the kid who was going to get me into the organization. We got there first and took a booth way at the back, away from the big windows that faced the street.
Tommy looked like your typical punk-skater with too long, dirty hair and jeans that rested just below his ass. You could see the boxers he wore under his black t-shirt that was emblazoned with skulls that had horns like devils. What a poser, I thought, smirking as he made his way back to us. Until I realized I was wearing almost the same outfit, just a different t-shirt and my clothes were more fitted. Probably because I was bulkier, had more muscle than him. He was a tweaker and looked the part, skinny with bad skin. I rolled my eyes at myself.
"Hey there, Tommy-boy. You ready for this?" Barry asked him before he'd even sat down all the way.
"Fuck I'm ready. I can't wait to get this shit over with." He had a whiny voice that scratched at my nerves. He gave me a sly sideways glance. "Can your boy here play it cool?"
"Don't worry about us, Tommy. We know what we're doing. I just want to make sure you know what you have to do before you and Danny get going." Barry spared me a glance as he spoke and nodded at me.
"Yeah, Tommy, I have it down. I'm your buddy from the grocery store you used to work at. We party together sometimes and I have a pretty serious meth habit, so I need lots of cash. I was busted once as a juvy for car theft and got off easy. Haven't tried it again since, but I know what I'm doing." He was nodding at me, his eyes actually looked clear and I was pretty sure he understood what I was saying.
"Got it, Danny. This is easy. I'm gonna take you to my guy Reynaldo's shop with the car you got. I'm gonna give you an intro and then you'll offer him more of your business. Rey's easy, he'll take whatever you bring him." He pushed his hair out of his eyes as the waitress came over to take our orders.
Fortified with coffee and food we discussed all the details of our plan. We made short work of the food and Barry took the bill to pay as I turned back to Tommy. "Listen, man, I just want to make sure that you're cool with all this. My life is in your hands until this whole thing is over." I gave him my most stern look.
"Hey, I get it, dude." He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I fucked up bad and I'm getting a good break. The way I see it? I'm lucky as fuck. I've been thinking how I need to kick this shit and get my life back on track. I do a year, maybe even six months in some prison in back-ass Utah. I get over the drugs and I'm golden." He shrugged as he continued, "It's better than six to ten in Florence, right?"
"Yeah, well just remember that when you're jonesing and you want to get back at me." He grinned at me and shook his head like I was an idiot.
"Let's go, dude. The sooner we get this done, the better. My girl's waiting for me. Barry said I get to keep some of the cash?"
"Mmhmm. First we gotta get your boy Rey to buy, though."
"No problemo, amigo." We pushed out of the booth to join Barry at the door. I told him I'd call him later and we went to the Acura. I tossed Barry the keys to trash and got in to manually start the car. The practice was going to do me good.
The meeting with Rey was easier than I would have expected. In hindsight I realized I shouldn't have worried over the whole ordeal. We showed up with the car, he looked it over and had us drive it around behind the shitty looking repair shop on Washington. The backside was like an entirely different place with cars parked in a small lot and tons of parts on well organized shelves. We parked and Tommy introduced us. We talked for a few minutes and Rey showed me around.
I'd been worried that I would have to act or something, put on a show, but I was just myself and me and Rey got along fine. In twenty minutes Tommy and I were walking to the nearest light-rail station to get home. We had a wad of cash each and I'd promised Rey to bring him a Jetta.
I went home to write up a report and put the money in an evidence bag. I knew Tommy was using the cash we'd let him keep to do some last-minute partying with his girl. I called Barry when everything was done and met him at the park by my house. I gave him the cash and the report on a flash drive in a plastic grocery bag. We talked a little and I went home to wait and see what our next move would be.
I got back on my computer and checked out craigslist to see if I could get some action but I didn't see anyone exciting enough to get me out of the house. I ended up watching a movie then going to the gym and taking a long run by the canal. I'd finally worn myself out and I crashed once I got home.
It was a couple days before Barry and I could rustle up a Jetta. Once it was obtained I called Rey and told him I had something for him. He told me to come by and he'd check it out. I felt relieved to finally have something to do rather than just hang out with that loser Tommy and his annoying tweaker friends. I brought the car over in the afternoon and Rey took it with no problem, giving me my money.
"Thanks, man." I said it with relief. "I owe some guys a little money and this should get me caught up. You need anything just let me know, I got fired from the grocery store and I haven't been able to find another job yet."
"It's all good, kid. I'll take whatever you can get if it's a newer model. Just remember, if you get caught you don't know me." He tried to give me an intimidating stare.
"For sure, I'm not stupid, Rey. And I won't get caught."
"Okay, amigo, so long as we're clear." I nodded and grinned at him. "You do anything else, Danny?"
"Like what?" I wasn't entirely certain what he was talking about but I was hoping he was giving me my in here.
"Well, I mean all these cars gotta get to Mexico somehow. Would you be up for some driving down there? It's easier for you gringos to get across the border, man."
"Hell yeah, I could do that. Fuck knows I could use the money."
"My boss, Santos, he'd pay you good. Drive one of these babies down, you know? Take it easy, don't get stopped. Take a bus back and you're good to go."
"That would be great, Rey. I'd really appreciate the chance." He gave me his hand to shake and I took it.
"Let me call my boss. He'll want to meet you first, see if you're legit. I'll give you a call when I have it set up."
"Ah, thanks man. You're saving my ass." I shook his hand with extra enthusiasm until he made me let go and waved me off. I practically bounced to the light-rail, I was so excited. I couldn't wait to call Barry and tell him I already had a meeting with Joe Santos. My day couldn't get any better.
It was a few days before Rey got back to me. I'd been going crazy with the need to do something but I couldn't deny how much I liked taking it easy; going days without shaving, lounging around, shooting pool with Tommy and his friends. I got the address from Rey and agreed to meet Santos the next day at his place. I called Barry immediately and we went over what would be going down, talking out all the ways this could happen.
That Wednesday I showed up at his house, a little ramshackle older place. I assumed the small front yard was supposed to be desert landscaped but it was just dirt with a few cacti growing in one corner. The house was deep in the avenues near Glendale, a really rough looking neighborhood. I parked on the street and made my way up to the house, checking out the chipped and weathered stucco. There was a motorcycle parked in the driveway and a car under a canvas cover beneath the carport. It was hot as fuck and the concrete of the driveway seemed to intensify the heat. I approached the screen security door and rapped on it.
I heard "Come in," barked from somewhere inside so I opened the doors and entered the dim interior. I felt the wet breeze of a swamp cooler and sighed as I closed the doors behind me. "Hello," I called out in question.
"Just a sec, I'll be right out." I heard his voice echo from what sounded like a bathroom and I heard water running as I surveyed the living room. There wasn't much. And old leather sofa sat in front of a big flat-screen TV, stuffing showing in the spots it was torn where it hadn't been covered in duct tape. "Just have a seat, man." His deep voice bellowed out of the depths of the dark house. One corner of the room was devoted to a weight bench and all its paraphernalia. There was one old fold-up metal chair set next to the couch. I sat on the chair and waited for my first look at the infamous Joe Santos.
I was studying the stains on the fraying grey carpet when I heard the door to the other room open and he emerged from the bathroom, a thin towel wrapped around his hips. He pushed a thick mass of black hair back out of his eyes with his hand that wasn't holding the towel on then extended it to me as he moved closer. "Hey, I'm Santos. I didn't expect you to be on time, no offense but I've learned that glass-freaks aren't really punctual. Rey says you're a good guy, need some work."
I stood so quickly that the metal chair tipped over onto the floor as I reached out to take his big hand in mine. "Yeah, man, I need all the work I can get." My mouth was dry and I had to force the words out while I tried to give him as firm a grip as he was giving me.
Joe Santos was my ex-con, wet dream come to life. He had a heavy beard that hadn't been shorn in days set off by a large and prominent nose with dark eyes and the thickest lashes I'd ever seen on a man. A smattering of dark hair accentuated his beefy chest and arrowed down to a tight belly where there was more hair. It grew more thickly in the middle of his belly to hide his navel. A ropy vein snaked down the bicep of the arm that held my hand, covered by an intricate tattoo, and all I could think of was running my tongue over its path. The whole arm was covered in colorful oriental tattoos that extended up over his mounded shoulder. The other impressively big arm was tattooed only to his elbow in similar designs.
I took all of this in for the few seconds it took him to approach me and shake his hand. As he released me I found I couldn't hold his gaze and dropped my eyes. I noted the bulge of his cock under the towel and the thickness of his hairy thighs and calves, his broad and masculine feet. I felt my cock stirring and a flush creeping into my cheeks. My palm was sweaty where he'd clasped it. He was close enough that I could smell the soap on his skin.
"Well, Rey didn't mention this." He put his hand on my shoulder and the warm contact made the fine hairs on my neck rise up.
"What... mention what?" I raised my eyes to his and found him smiling at me.
"That you're a cocksucker, kid." I immediately started to protest but he silenced me with a shake of my shoulder. "It's okay. I don't really care."
"But I'm not gay. I, I don't know wh-what you're talking about." I hated myself for stammering at that moment.
"Listen, it's not a big deal, Danny. You are Danny right?" I nodded affirmatively, stupidly since his hand on me seemed to affect my thinking abilities. "I've been around, I know that look you just gave me: when a fag wants another guy's cock. Shit, in prison I even let a couple guys have at it."
"No, it's not like that. I wasn't looking at anything."
"I told you, it's cool. I won't hold it against you. So long as you can drive I don't care if you're from Mars."
"But I want you to know I'm not like that," there was a distinct whiny note to my voice and it pissed me off. I started to get angry.
"Don't be pissed, kid." He couldn't have been more than a few years older than me and him calling me kid was getting to me, too. "Just calm down and take breath," he continued as he massaged my shoulder where his hand rested. "I'm sorry I called you on it. If I'd known you weren't out or whatever I'd have kept my mouth shut."
"Sorry, it's just..." I realized I couldn't say anything without admitting something. He fucking knew about me and I felt an icy lump forming in my bowels.
"That's right, just calm down." I knew he could see the look of defeat on my face and it only made me more upset. I didn't have to say a word and I had admitted everything. My mind raced with how I could salvage this situation, this whole operation. I flicked my eyes away from him and told myself I could do this. When I met his eyes again it was with grim determination.
"This is an interesting turn of events, Danny." His eyes went dark and the lids lowered just enough to make me think I was in danger. "My girl's been pissed at me, haven't gotten any pussy in awhile..." He let the sentence trail off and my heart started hammering. The weight of his hand on my shoulder grew and I realized he was exerting force on me.
I only had a second to think and everything flew through me head. All the possible consequences and benefits of what could happen flashed through my mind. But foremost was the stark realization that this was exactly what I'd always wanted, what I'd craved and never found. My dick grew hard in my pants as I let him guide me to my knees. He made an almost growling noise as I submitted to him, his eyes flashing and his lips thinned in a feral grin. I almost backed out but my dick was thinking more clearly than my head.
"Just some head between buddies. Do me good and I'll give you a good job, you can make some quick cash. You'll be rolling in crystal, kid." He used his hand that had been holding up his towel to pull it off and his cock flopped into view. His other hand cupped the back of my head and drew me closer. His dick was big and swelling quick. I had time to note that the skin of his cock was darker than the rest of him, his balls were big and hung low, the thatch of pubic hair around his cock was thick and curly.
The time for indecision was over and I opened my mouth for him. My hands came up to rub over his hairy thighs and grab his ass cheeks, the muscular orbs filling my hands. I pulled his rubbery cock into my mouth with my lips and tongue and breathed his scent in. He tasted clean and warm, if warm could be a taste. I tongued the head and shaft as his cock filled then sucked him in to bury my nose in his hairy crotch.
As he got harder I had to pull back. I sucked at him, pulling the lingering traces of soap from his skin until I could taste only his flesh. When he was fully hard I pulled off and took his shaft in my hand. I stroked it as I admired it. I realized that in my limited experience he had the biggest cock I'd ever seen firsthand, ever seen period. I gripped it hard at the base and ran my tongue from the top of my fist along the bottom to the crown and on into the slit. I tasted his salty leaking and licked the remnants over my lips just before I pulled the head into my mouth. He was very thick and I felt the skin at the corners of my mouth stretch for him.
I sucked the head and ran my tongue over it, making him gasp. He tried to pull my head forward and I let him, taking his cock to the very back of my throat. I knew I'd never be able to take him all the way so I let the head bump against the entrance to my throat and fought not to gag. My eyes watered and he pressed more insistently against the back of my head. I looked up at him, through my teary eyes, to try and let him know that it wasn't going to happen. He looked at me with a primitive desire, fierce and possessive, that made a shudder run up my spine. My desire to please him or the hold he had on my head, I don't know which, was suddenly enough and the head of his cock squeezed into the tightness of my throat.
It was too much as the flared ridge passed the tight entrance and he hit something that made me pull off in a spasm of coughing and choking, breaking his hold. He let me catch my breath for a second before guiding me back to his cock, murmuring "You just need more practice."
I gazed up at him while I worked the top part of his cock with my mouth and used my fist to stroke the rest of his shaft. I didn't have much experience with blowing a guy and I was surprised how much it was turning me on. My own cock was hard as it could be, chafing against my boxers as my hips swayed back and forth involuntarily. I ran my other hand up over his ass and around to his stomach. I felt the muscles there clenching and moved up higher to feel his chest and graze his nipples. He sucked air at the contact and pushed harder at the back of my head where he gripped my hair.
I sucked harder and felt my cheeks hollow. I moved my hand and my head faster even as he thrust at me. He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut. I pulled off with a pop and fisted his cock harder, all my spit lubing him nicely. I twisted the cuff of my fist around the ridge of the head of his cock and he gasped, his eyes popping open. I grinned at him and took him back into my mouth. Keeping up a steadily increasing pace I closed my eyes to let myself concentrate and enjoy the experience.
"Jerk off while you blow me." I opened my eyes at the sound of his breathless voice. I stopped caressing his chest and tore at the opening of my shorts. I freed my cock and wrapped my hand around it. I was just matching the rhythm of my hands when I felt him swell up in my mouth. In the next instant his come poured into my mouth in spurts that made me jerk in surprise. Only his hand in my hair kept me from pulling off. He continued to thrust even as the flow of come died down. I swallowed the bitter, thick stuff and came all over my shorts and the floor.
He let me pull off his cock and we both took a second to catch our breath then he walked over to the couch and flopped down. I sat on the floor and looked over at him, nervous again. I studied him for a second and felt renewed desire at his unconscious beauty. He opened his eyes and stared at me with unnerving intensity before his smiled.
"Fucking wow. I haven't come that hard in forever. Thanks, Danny, I knew you were into sucking cock." His grin was knowing and triumphant. I felt a blush creeping up from my neck and over my cheeks. I looked down and wiped his come from the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. "Don't be shy, kid. We'll talk business in a minute, let me just chill, okay?"
After awhile Santos slowly got to his feet, saying, "You better clean your come off the carpet `cause my girl will be home soon. I'm gonna go get dressed then we'll talk about going to Mexico."