I won’t lie; now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to hunt men, not just as a cop but as a creature driven by a hungry, primal need, I find I can’t get enough.
Peel back the bravado of a straight guy on the prowl, and beneath it, there’s an animal ready and eager to give in to its most basic desires. I finally understood the allure of “gay for the stay” in prison.
The need becomes so strong that your perception of what is acceptable changes. But I wasn’t in prison, and neither were these guys. We’d tasted the forbidden fruit, as one might say, and it was juicy, sweet, and totally addictive.
So there we were, Chuck and me, out on the night shift in our cruiser. We were on the hunt for a dark, quiet place where we could spend some time together in a way that would be both enjoyable and help the night pass by quicker.
The night shift can be unpredictable; sometimes things get crazy, other times it’s dead all night. We were about to head to our usual spot when we spotted a car with expired plates. We had a quota to meet, so we pulled the guy over.
That’s when things got interesting.
What happened after that… well, it crossed some lines. Lines I didn’t think I was ready to cross. But it was totally worth it.
Now I’m just worried that I’m going to have to push things even further just to keep them interesting.
Why don’t you come along for the ride?
I’m about to cross the line.
A bunch of them.
Do you think you can handle it?
