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Officer Grassi ( R - XXX)

Hey guys i promised a new one-shot so here it is ❤️ took me a while but i finished be i was suppose to 😁 so enjoy

I've been a cop for 8 years, and my partner has been one for 4 years. My first two years were pretty boring, the partner I had ended up getting fired for stealing confiscated drugs.

The day she got fired, I met Scott. Fresh out of the academy, I took him under my wing. He learned pretty quickly, and in less than three weeks, I knew more about him than I'd known about my previous partner, whom I'd been with for two years.

We became best friends quickly, hanging out at the same bars and doing normal friend stuff. He didn't know I was gay - I would always pretend to check out women who passed by. I knew he was straight - he would check them out too. After we'd spent the day hanging out, I'd drive home and jerk off, knowing that I'd never get to see his sweet ass out of his uniform.

I'm 5'8", 155 pounds, 26 years old. I kept my brown hair in a manbun and buzzed around the sides, because it was easy to maintain. Scott's about 6'1", about 220 pounds, 23 years old. His waistline was a slim and he was some what built, but that was just another of his attractive features. He has a jawline that could kill someone, and his light stubble, I always imagined would tickle me if we were to ever kiss. His uniform hugged him nicely, showing off his ass and his bulge. I always thought he was hard over the women we pulled over or the women at the station. I always got hard looking at him.

Until recently I haven't seen him look at men in a sexual way. He checked out a lot of guys that passed us whenever he thought I wasn't looking, and I did the same. I started to get the feeling he was gay, and my hopes soared. Maybe, just maybe, I'd get to sleep with the only man in the world that I wanted. For the last year or so, he'd start getting a little closer to me when we'd sit together on break. He displayed all the signs of being attracted to me, and they didn't bother me one bit.

One night, when we got off duty, he'd been especially happy that day, and I couldn't figure out why. I decided not to ask him about it, because if he wanted me to know he would have told me. We lived across the street from eachother, so we'd drive to and from work together. Usually I drove us home, but that night he wanted to. He pulled into the driveway of his house and we went inside. We usually have a drink or whatever, so it wasn't abnormal. We both got a beer and sat on the couch and watched TV. I noticed he was sitting closer than normal to me. He kept glancing over at me, whenever I looked back at him he quickly looked at the TV. I noticed he had a bulge in his pants like he did a lot of the time, but it looked like a tentpole in his pants rather than just a hill. And he wasn't trying to cover it up either! I stared at his tentpole for a good five minutes. I couldn't take my eyes off the thing; it was making me hard as well, and Scott knew it.

"Mitchey, you've been staring at me down there for quite a while, I think something's getting hard in your pants too." Scott said.

It startled me a little bit, because I'd been daydreaming while staring at his manhood. I'd guess about 8 or 7 inches, I didn't really like anything bigger than about eight.

"You thinking about Katie again?" I said. Katie was this 20-something girl who lived a couple doors down from Scott. He had this obsession with her, or so he'd told me. I'd pretended to be interested in her too, just to make him believe I was straight.

"Nah, someone else. You'd freak if I told you." he told me.

He scooted closer to me on the couch. Our thighs were pressed together. He grabbed a blanket, expanded the futon into a bed, and turned the lights off. The only light was coming from the TV, which he turned down low. I laid down, because sometimes I stayed the night over here, but he usually slept on the other end of the bed, but instead, he laid down next to me and put his hand on my thigh. I reached my hand around his neck and kissed him on the lips.