Gary's Choice

Weeks went by normally, there was a text from Gregor:

Whore left. No more payments.

I called him, “What do you mean he left?”

“Not prisoner. When not working, he come and go. Not been back in two days. It happens.” He hung up.

“What the fuck?!” yelled Robert when I called him. ”Just like that?! Our revenue stream is gone?! I’ll have to figure something out.”

A month went by with no word, I received an email from Hunter.

“It seems the story has a happy ending. I’ve spoken a few times to Timothy and recorded the conversations. They are attached.”

I began listening:

“I want a cheeseburger!” I said to Nick, who he kissed me. I was in his car outside the building. We drove to Staten Island, where he lived. We stopped at his favorite restaurant. I ate every bit of that terrific cheeseburger and every fry! I had felt there was something special about Nick when I first met him. He was tall, had dark curly hair and had a worked out build.

One morning, he came into the bedroom, flashed his badge and put it and his gun in a drawer. He fell wearily into a chair from exhaustion. His dark eyes were half-open. I went in back of him and gave him a neck and shoulder massage as he sighed. Then I knelt before him and went for his belt. I got his pants down and was massaging his substantial dick through his boxer briefs. When he was hard and dripping, I slipped them down and took his throbbing sexy young cop dick in my mouth and slowly and methodically sucked it while fondling his balls. He was moaning and it wasn’t long before he began spurting his load that I swallowed. He patted my head, got up and did up his underwear and pants.

Sometimes he’d show up and was more aggressive. He’d be up for a face fucking then cum and go. When he was in the mood to fuck it was me on my back and he could either be rough or tender. There were times when he held me in his arms and wanted to kiss me. Nick’s moods influenced the sort sex we had. I imagined it depended on what went down during his shift, he didn’t go into detail about his work.

I saw him for sex a few times a week. “We should go for coffee” he said one time. I met him at a nearby diner. “You’re special. I mean that. I like you a lot. Thinking about you gets me through some rough shit. Sure, it’s about the stuff we do, but there’s more. I’ve been around and getting serviced is a perk. With you there’s more to it. I want to be upfront. The world is complicated. I don’t judge you and you must have reasons for doing what you do. What you should know is that nothing is forever, and things can be different, if you want them to be.” He touched my hand. I started crying. “Hey, it’s okay.”

I told him everything. “You have my sympathy. You should know that I’ve heard a lot of stories and you’re not alone. We’ll think about things. Now, I have to crash, and you have to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight and I’ll fuck you anyway you’d like” he smiled.Nick was 25 and had been on the force as a patrolman for three years. His father was a sergeant and a World Trade Center first responder who lost his life when Nick was 7. His mother moved to Florida last year to care for her ailing parents. Nick was an only child who lived alone in the house he grew up in. He socialized with his colleagues, but there was a loneliness about him. He was gay and though he could pass for straight, was out to his family and those close to him. He dated guys but having a relationship with civilians was difficult. As for sex, he was popular as a lot of guys were hot for sexy young top cops.

He did come back that night and fucked me powerfully. When we were done, I asked him to bring his car tomorrow, to pick me up after my shift. I had made my decision. We had discussed the possibilities. “It won’t easy but there’s enough going on between us” he said. “The main thing is that you’re ready to change and I’m here for you.”

The last month has been uplifting but tough. I got clean. No more coke or smoking. At most two beers, one drink or sometimes a glass of wine. I work out with Nick at the local gym. I do all the housework and the cooking. I’m a great cook because my Dad taught me. Nick got me a dog to keep me company while he’s at work. We continue to satisfy each other sexually but it’s quite a change from what I’m used to. I’m in the midst of enrolling in the College of Staten Island. I haven’t contacted any of my family yet. For now, I need a  break to figure things out. We’ll see how it goes. I’m happy, I think.