Police Interview

If you haven’t read ‘Police Interview,’ you’re missing the first part of the story.

Officer Kousik

Officer Peyton Kousik raised his hands over his head and stretched. He was tired. He’d turned over all his research on the gang that had been stealing heavy equipment. Arrests had been made, and he could go back to his regular workload. The only problem he could see was named Keith Butler.

Keith Butler was a twenty-two-year-old college kid who’d been working for his father when one of the gang members ‘distracted’ him during one of their robberies. At twenty-nine and having seen enough darkness to last a lifetime, Kousik was excited by Keith. The excitement was enough to cause Kousik to bone up during the interview. Even his partner David Savage noticed.

His partner was also his fuck buddy, and although they spent a few sessions seeding his buddy, Kousik couldn’t get the young Butler out of his head. Kousik shook his head to clear it and then used all his effort to focus on reviewing the McDaniel murder. He was brought in to go over the notes of the three detectives with fresh eyes.

Four hours and five cups of coffee later, he had jotted down a few questions. Who had gone back and interviewed the neighbors who weren’t at home during the first questioning? Did anyone follow-up with the boyfriend’s cousin? Kousik made a note of where he’d stopped and e-mailed his notes to the lead detective. After, he headed to the locker room. It wasn’t long before the six-foot-one man was standing under the hot water. He wished the water in his apartment could get this hot. He had much better pressure at home, but he wanted both. As he lathered his hairy pecs and washboard abs, he wondered how long it would be before he had to work at keeping fit. His current work schedule kept him active enough that he never went to the gym. Many of the other officers were jealous that he was in such good shape without hours of gym workouts.

Kousik caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror on his way to retrieve a towel. He liked his body, but he was attracted to thin guys, guys with tone but no huge muscle mass. At one-eighty, he wanted a guy who weighed less, one he could pick up and carry into another room. That was a sexy fantasy to him.

Spring semester, junior year, on a Friday, Peyton Kousik checked his mail before lunch and anxiously ripped open the envelope from Jessica Wheeler. They’d started their relationship in high school. She’d helped him hide certain tendencies he had from friends and family. She had no idea that Payton lusted after her twin brother, and he wasn’t going to tell her. Their long-distance relationship was perfect for him. He lied to himself, and on the rare occasion that another man showed interest, he could say he had a girlfriend at another school. He’d made it all the way through his junior year, well almost, by doing this.

The letter brought an end to his fantasy. He knew he wanted to be a detective, and he was certain that a man with a wife would be able to move through the ranks with fewer obstacles. He remembered the words of the letter.

Peyton, It’s time we stop fooling ourselfs [sic]. I prefer dating girls, and I know if you’d give it a chance, you’d prefer guys. My brother told me all along that he didn’t think you were into me as much as you said you were. I’ve met someone here, and I’m happier than I could have imagined. I think you should date some boys from your school and see if you’re not happier, too.

But Peyton was not to be detoured from his planned route to success. He stayed steadfast. No dating, period. He was an officer in the local police department and assisting detectives part-time before a night of drinking changed everything.

His partner, David Savage, served beer at a party celebrating Peyton Kousik’s five years on the force, and after everyone left, he brought out the hard liquor. Both of them drank too much. When David admitted he enjoyed the occasional butt-fuck when his girlfriend wore a strapon, he also pushed Peyton to admit the real reason he never had a girlfriend. The two ended up in the bedroom with Peyton pounding his partner.

David had to admit that a real penis was better than the plastic one his girlfriend used, and while he didn’t want to give up his girlfriend, the two agreed to occasional get-togethers. They teased each other mercilessly with sexual innuendos and the like.

Peyton was worried after the interview with Keith Butler that David had noticed how Peyton’s dick responded to the man. Peyton had tried to blow it off, but the truth was eating at him. He wanted the man, and it was different from the way he wanted David. David was a drinking buddy, a work partner, and a hole he could get his rocks off with. And David liked to get fucked. They weren’t in love; they weren’t going to be in love.

But Keith, sweet Keith, Peyton could see himself holding Keith, loving on him, loving him. “Fuck!” he announced out loud. Some of the other officers glanced his way; most were unfazed.

Peyton took a deep breath and got into the car to drive home. He stopped his car and put it in ‘park.’ He was in front of the Butler house. ‘Why am I torturing myself,’ he thought. ‘Just go home.’ The officer remained parked in the front of the modest one-story house. He rolled down the window and let the cool breeze help calm him. He leaned back in his seat and thought about going up to the door, but what would he say. ‘This is stupid.’

A figure walked up to the car door and stood in front of the rearview mirror. He bent over. Keith Butler’s face was inches from Peyton’s. His crotch was just within view in front of the mirror. Peyton felt his dick twitch.

“Hey, Officer Kousik. Your wife change her mind about letting you out of her sight?”

‘Fucking kid,’ thought Kousik. ‘He knows.’ “What wife?” He paused. “You mean the one I told you I had so you’d stop staring at my crotch?”

“Staring at yours? I think you were staring at mine.”

“I came here to check on you. To see if you’re doing OK after that ordeal.”

The tension between them changed. “What’s your first name, Officer K?”

“It’s Peyton.” The officer continued to look directly into Keith’s eyes. He wanted to pull the man into the car and kiss him.

“So, Peyton. Did you change your mind about our date?”

“What date?” asked Mr. Butler.

Keith let out a little shriek. “Fuck, Dad. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Watch your language, there, son.” He stepped back and looked into the car. “What can I help you with, Officer?”

Kousik stepped out of the car. Both father and son felt boners begin.

“Actually,” said Kousik, “your son asked me out to dinner during his interview. It would have been inappropriate at the time, but with my part in the case concluded, I thought I’d ask whether he were still interested.”

“Well,” said the senior Butler, “I guess that means I’m not needed.” He chuckled. “Keith, let me know if you’re going to head off with the officer.” He started to go around the car and back toward the house.

“Do you mean now?” Keith asked.

Kousik nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

“Hey, Dad, I’m going with him now.”

“Just don’t come back pregnant.” His dad laughed to himself as he continued to walk to the house.

Keith got into the passenger seat. “So, think you could get me pregnant? You do look like a guy who packs a punch.”

Fuck, thought Kousik, just being next to this guy is driving me nuts.

Keith reached over and rubbed his fingers over the tent forming in Kousik’s pants. He moved his mouth next to the officer’s ear. “I want to suck this now. Right in front of my house. My dad’s probably watching, and I know he wants you. He’s made little comments, but I want you more.” Keith moved his head and brushed his lips against Kousik’s.

Kousik let out a soft “Fuck” as he loosened his belt. He knew he shouldn’t, but he’d wanted to feel this man’s lips on his cock since their first meeting.

Keith unzipped the pants and freed the officer’s dick. He was only able to access about five of the seven-inch cock, but that was enough to get going. He slurped and licked and moved up and down the shaft. It was awkward leaning over the center console, but he was soon rewarded as Kousik shot his first load of the night into Keith’s mouth.

As the officer zipped his pants back closed, Keith sat in his seat with a mouth full of cum. The taste was completely different from his own. He moved his tongue back and forth in the creamy mixture. He was confused by it. Besides his own, he tasted cum from two other people, and it was so salty that he did not enjoy it. As he swallowed Officer’s Kousik’s seed, he turned and looked at the man. Before this, he’d only seen him as an object of lust--not that he still didn’t want to get fucked, and fucked hard, by the man, but could there be more?

“Now that you’ve eaten your dinner, I think we should take a trip to the burger shack for me.” Kousik had a smirk on his face. What he really wanted to do was put his dick inside the man next to him. And he wanted it bad. Fucking hell, he thought, why is he doing this to me?

“What do you mean, dinner? That was dessert. Sometimes you have it first. I’m still hungry. I could eat a burger.”

“I was planning to take you inside, but this wet spot you left on my pants would let everyone know you were munching on my stick.”

“You don’t seem to be the kind of man who worries about what other people think,” said Keith.

“Yeah, but I’m an officer in this community, and it wouldn’t be appropriate. We’ll grab two burgers and head to my place.”

Keith leaned back. Kousik’s place. He planned to let the officer fulfill his fantasies. And when his last semester of school started, he’d still have weekends free.

Keith reached over to touch Kousik as he drove them to the burger shack and then on to his apartment. Kousik pushed him away each time. “Not while I’m driving.” He imagined having an accident and lying there with his boner on display for the world to wonder. When they entered Kousik’s apartment, he was quite clear on his expectations. “You sit in that chair and eat. I’ll get us some beer, but no touching until the meal is over.” He wanted to grab Keith and cover his body with kisses before splitting him in half with his cock.

The two men sat in their chairs, eating quietly, and throwing back a swig of beer from time to time. When his sandwich was gone, Keith looked around. “Looks like a nice place. Big enough for two. Why don’t you have a boyfriend? Or is it that your wife doesn’t approve?” He laughed a little on that one.

“I said that to protect both of us. A detective on a case should not be friends with one of the main witnesses,” grumbled Kousik. He changed positions in his chair.

“That dick of yours giving you some more trouble? Poor guy is trapped between two muscular thighs.”

“He’ll see the light of day soon enough. You’re too anxious, Keith. Take another swallow and a deep breath.”

“Me, anxious?” asked Keith. “When the sexiest man I’ve ever met has me sitting two feet from him, his eyes filled with lust, and the throbs of his cock clearly visible, why would I be anxious?”

“I could hardly be the sexiest man you’ve ever met. You just have a cop fetish. A lot of people do. Even straight guys want to be fucked by a cop. I’m not sure I get it, but there it is.”

“I don’t think so. I want to be fucked by you, Peyton Kousik. And, I want to fuck you, too.”

“I don’t bottom.”

“You don’t, huh? That doesn’t change my want, my need, my desire to stick my dick in your ass and seed your belly.”

“Maybe not, but there are certain restrictions, and that’s one of them.”

Keith stood up and stood between Kousik’s knees. “I’ll play by your rules, and I won’t hold it against you when you change them.” He bent forward and kissed the officer. The kiss was strong, gentle, and passionate.

Kousik let out a moan. Savage wasn’t a kisser, and this was the second time that Keith had kissed him. His tough façade was a chocolate bar in the summer sun. He brought his hands up and held Keith’s waist. His urge was to fold Keith in two and slide into him, but the gentleness of the kiss was fogging his thoughts.

“Peyton?”

“Keith.” Peyton smiled.

“I don’t think you’re as tough on the inside as you have to pretend to be when you’re doing your job.”

“No, Keith. You’re wrong. I’m a complete and total asshole.” He chuckled.

“I think…”

“Just keep kissing me like that.”

Keith kept his mouth against Peyton’s. His tongue explored as his fingers unbuttoned. Once he got to the bottom button, Keith straddled Peyton’s legs and pulled the shirt down and over the back of the chair. Peyton’s arms were immobilized, and Keith had access to his chest.

As Peyton moaned in response, Keith gently chewed and nibbled at each nipple. Peyton’s eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. As he moaned more loudly, Keith’s tongue moved up to his neck, and his hand moved with pressure over Peyton’s cock.

Office Kousik was never one for foreplay. Get down to the fucking and try to dump the biggest load possible, that was his game plan. But Officer Kousik had to be tough, and Peyton had different ideas about such things. He loved hearing Keith call him by his given name, and the touching that he was experiencing now made him realize he’d been missing something.

Up to that moment, Keith had considered Peyton a guy with whom he could have fun, like his friend Lindell except that he found Peyton a lot sexier. As Keith sat on Peyton’s legs and looked into his eyes, he had a strange sensation spread through him. He still wanted the man, wanted desperately to feel the man inside him, but he also wanted to make the man happy, to please Peyton. He wanted Peyton to want him, not just for the tight hole he offered, but to want him, all of him.

The two of them continued to look directly into the other’s eyes, seeing things no one else had ever seen. Peyton pulled himself loose from the chair and stood. He brought Keith’s legs up so they wrapped around his waist. Keith held on, his hands on the broad shoulders of the man lifting him. Peyton carried Keith to his bedroom and lowered him to the floor. The men faced one another, Peyton shirtless. Keith continued to stare into his partner’s eyes. He pulled his t-shirt off and let his pants fall to the ground. He pulled his underwear off and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Peyton removed the rest of his clothes before retrieving lube and condoms from his nightstand. He pulled Keith farther up the bed and positioned himself between Keith’s legs. With their erect penises rubbing together, Keith tried to kiss Peyton again, but the sensations that cause him to gasp and moan interfered. He loved the pressure from the weight of the cop who was now his lover.

Peyton reached down with his strong arms and looped them behind Keith’s knees and brought them even with his chest. As Peyton began to hump, his cock rubbed against Keith’s ass and his balls. Peyton covered Keith’s mouth with his and pushed his tongue between Keith’s soft lips. As he fucked Keith’s mouth with his tongue, both men became even harder.

Sitting back, Peyton grabbed the condom and unrolled it over his throbbing seven inches. He lubed the rod and Keith’s ass before pressing himself against and into Keith. The experience was not Keith’s first time, but it felt new and fresh and exciting. The momentary discomfort of the stretch gave way to more pleasure than he had ever experienced. Peyton’s cock rubbed over his prostate with a renewed pressure. Keith felt the urge to release almost immediately, but he held fast.

With his hands on Peyton’s ass, Keith tried to increase the force of each thrust. He lifted his head and licked Peyton’s chin and then exploded. He shot three loads of cum. One of them hit his forehead; the other two sprayed his chest and chin.

Peyton lowered his head and licked the cum from Peyton’s chin before he filled the condom to near breaking. Slamming into Keith four strong, forceful times before pulling out and rolling to the side. Peyton was breathing heavily.

Keith rolled to put his hand on Peyton’s chest. “I felt connected to you in a way I can’t describe. It was awesome.”

“Yeah,” said Peyton. “And I bet it will be even more awesome when you’re inside me.”