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| Cayden |
“Oh hey Kim, good morning!”
“How did your date go? Tell me all about it!”, her tone implied the date was exciting, in the way that people who’ve been married for years think dates are exciting.
“I was tired of him within 10 minutes.”
“Aww, I was crossing my fingers for you!” She gave me a sad face. Kim was my favorite co-worker. It wasn’t easy coming out as gay working for a Sheriff’s Department in Idaho, but Kim had been amazing.
“Hey, I have news for you!”, she continued. “Yesterday I heard they found you a new partner! You could be back on patrol soon!”
“Oh, that’s great! Will they be here for the morning meeting?”
“I don’t know!”
My partner, Michael, had been promoted to detective and I hadn’t been able to go on patrol since, just doing office work for two weeks. Michael had taken me under his wing when I was a rookie and had been my partner for over 15 years. So, as much as I looked forward to meeting my new partner, I was also a bit nervous I would now be the senior partner.
Kim sat down next to me as Sergeant Brooks entered the room.
“Settle down, I have big news!”
In behind Sgt. Brooks walked what I can only describe as one fine man. He was Caucasian, had buzzcut brown hair and a scruffy beard. His uniform fit him snugly, and because I saw him in profile when he entered the room, his butt really stood out. Kim elbowed me in my side and whispered “Dios mio”.
“This is your new fellow officer, officer Pearson. Introduce yourself.” Brooks wasn’t known for speaking much. Officer Pearson looked into the room, obviously a bit nervous, but the sweetest, widest smile appeared on his face. It was going to be a challenge to be professional around this guy.
“Hi, everybody! I am very excited to be here. My name is Cayden Pearson, I am originally from Canada. I married my beautiful Helena this summer and she is from wonderful McCammon, Idaho! So that is what brought me here.”
“He lives in McCammon!”, Kim whispered while she again elbowed me in the side. I also happened to live there. I hadn’t seen him there yet, but I was confident I knew which Helena he was speaking about.
“Did you not hear the part where he got married?” I whispered back to her.
“And so now I am also a stepdad to 14 year-old Billy.” Cayden continued. “I have also been an officer in Wichita, Kansas, for a few years so I am not a complete rookie. But you guys will have to show me the ropes around here a little bit.”
“Let’s give him a warm Bannock County Sheriff’s Department welcome”, Sgt. Brooks said in his low thundering voice. “Officer Pollock will be your partner, you two will be on patrol today”. Brooks pointed me out, after which Cayden walked up to me and shook my hand.
“Gary Pollock”, I said.
“Hi Gary, it’s so nice to meet you”.
“Kimberly Vazquez”, Kim managed to squeeze her arm past me to also shake Cayden’s hand.
“Further introductions can be done after the meeting!” Brooks commanded.
“Nice to meet you, Kimberly”, Cayden whispered as I saw him wink at her.
After the meeting, Cayden and I walked to the car we were assigned and drove off.
“OK, so I think today we should primarily get to know each other better”, I started while I drove onto South 5th Avenue. “And along the way you’ll get to know the area as well. But first you have to tell me why the fuck you ended up in McCammon.”
Cayden laughed. “I said! My wife and her son live there.”
“Is that Helena Cheng?”
“You know her?”
“Dude. There’s 800 people in that town. There aren’t many single mothers.”
“She isn’t single now!”, Cayden exclaimed. I kept thinking what a lucky bitch Helena was. “Wait, you also live in McCammon?”, he continued.
I nodded. I was looking at the road, so I didn’t get to see his expression.
“No way!”
“I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other around.”
“That’s so cool!”
“So, you just moved in without even considering Pocatello?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Same reason as you, I think.”
“What?”
“That landfill, man!”
I laughed.
“No, it’s all for Billy. He just started high school in Arimo and he really didn’t want to leave McCammon.”
“Ah, yeah, he always plays with that kid whose parents own Little Rock Café.”
“Joey, yeah. So where in McCammon do you live?” Cayden asked.
“Bannock Street, like on the North end. And you must have moved in on 8th Street, right?”
“Yep. So we’re on opposite sides of town. And you’re right it can be a little dead there, but so far I am coping just fine. So why do you live there, then?”
“Oh, that’s a story for over coffee”, I said as I pointed to the other side of the road, turned and stopped at CoHo Coffee.
“I actually did move to Pocatello, I went to ISU even”, I said as we sat down with our coffees. “And I lived here for quite a while. But a few years back my Dad got sick. Cancer. So I moved back. He died 6 months ago. And I don’t know, I will move back here eventually but I need to take some time.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that, man. And I totally get it. You don’t rush things like that.”
I looked at my phone and saw I had gotten a text from Kim that said “Try not to kiss that gorgeous face today! X”
I quickly text back “That smile is really making it difficult, but I think I’ll resist ;-)”
Throughout the day, it was great getting to know Cayden. The most memorable things he asked me were “Isn’t this place, like, super-Mormon-y?” and what it was like for me to be a black man in a police uniform. But the question that really changed everything was: “So, are you looking for a gym buddy at all? Because I know you work out.”
“Actually, a gym buddy would be great, because I don’t go to the gym as much as I should.”
“What? Look at your arms straining your uniform. Don’t play me. I know guys like you, playing down how much they work out and I am not falling for it.”
I laughed and was very flattered.
“Actually I have a membership to a Gold’s Gym in Pocatello, but after work it’s in the exact opposite direction from home, so when I’m tired I drive to that shitty little Health Club in McCammon, do you know it?”
“No shit! It looked so terrible from the outside I never went in! Let’s agree to go to Gold’s after work then.”
“OK, great.”
It was then he asked me if I was seeing anyone. “Or are you dating the lovely Latina who sat next to you this morning?” So I just decided to come out to him and he had the best response.
“I’m single. And gay. But the lovely Latina is my best friend.”
“You’re a black gay man in McCammon, Idaho?”
I laughed.
“No, dude, seriously, that is hardcore. You growing up there must have been terrible.”
“It was not the best of times, that is true.”
“Wow. Respect, man. But yeah, Vazquez seems really cool.”
“Hey, what’s this guy getting up to?”, Cayden turned my attention to a young man in a grey hoodie, looking around a bit shiftily on the sidewalk. He threw a can of soda on the ground after he finished drinking it.
“I think we’re going to have to say hello”, I said. “Follow my lead.”
We got out of the car and walked up to him. I estimated him to be 18, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a freshman at university. Once he saw us walking up, he tried to walk away.
“Sir, please stop”, I said and he obeyed. “We were wondering if we could help you with anything?”
“What? No. I am just waiting for someone.” He reeked of weed.
“We saw you litter, Sir. I am afraid I am going to have to fine you. Do you carry ID?”
After he gave me his ID, I said “Do you mind if my fellow officer pats you down?”
“No, fuck off!”, he said. And in one sweeping movement, he punched Cayden in the jaw. Cayden went down like a sack of potatoes. I couldn’t tend to him as the young man tried to make a run for it. I just happened to be faster and in a matter of seconds I had him.
“Assaulting a police officer, really?” I said as I cuffed him, patted him down, took the weed from his pocket and quickly put him in the car.
“I will read you your rights in a second”. I turned to Cayden who was still out cold and spread eagle on the sidewalk. His arms were spread across the ground, making him look a bit helpless in his uniform. Thankfully we weren’t on a busy street as I shook his shoulder and woke him up.
A bit drowsy, he asked “What the hell happened?”
After speaking, he immediately brought his hand to his jaw.
“Uhm, yeah, he punched you.”
“Did I go out?”
“Only for a minute.”
“Damn.”
“Are you OK though?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just my chin and the back of my head hurt a little.”
“You stay out here and get your bearings, OK? I am going to read him his rights.”, I got in the backseat of the car to sit next to the young man.
Once we dropped him off at Detention, I told Cayden “Look, I’m not going to say anything, or you’ll have the ‘falling asleep on the job’ jokes for the rest of the year, OK?”
“Wow, you’re the best.”
“So it’ll only be on the report. And then hopefully Brooks will shut up about it. But we should get you checked out.”
“This is so humiliating. I used to teach MMA”.
After a check-up, some icepacks, and the all-clear, the shift was pretty much over so we returned to get changed and Caldwell started the second we entered the locker room.
“Hey, new boy! Sleeping on the job on your first day, huh? Great addition to the team!”
Cayden laughed along and said “I wish your head hurt like mine does right now!”
“How do you even know about this?” I asked.
“Oh it’s on YouTube!” he proudly announced and showed us on his phone. Someone filmed the interaction from across the street and we didn’t even see. From this angle it was easy to see that Cayden didn’t even see the boy’s arm coming.
“Look, here he goes, out of nowhere!” Caldwell said, he sounded excited even. Cayden’s body toppled over. The video replayed the punch and Cayden falling a few times in slow-motion.
“OK, that’s enough!” Cayden laughed and playfully pushed Caldwell in the bare chest. Caldwell had been standing in just his white briefs. He was slightly overweight and hairy, would be called a bear if he were gay. Instead he would linger in the locker room in his underwear and ask me questions like “Am I turning you on?”. Thankfully, today he jumped into jeans and a T-shirt and was off.
Not much later I saw Cayden unbuttoning and realized I was about to see what this man had on under his uniform.
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| Cayden |
“So I’m changing into workout clothes, yeah?”
“If you’re still up for it.”
“Oh, absolutely, I need a good workout.”
During this conversation he faced away from me so I could sneak some glances. I was thankful Caldwell had left the room and it was just the two of us, because I knew he would have sold me out.
What mainly got my attention were tattoos. On his upper back and his right bicep. When he lowered his pants I saw black briefs, and another tattoo on his leg. What I did not see coming is that he changed out of the briefs, revealing his luscious butt to me. The tanlines went down to his knees and all of that skin was smooth, milky white and delicious. A white jockstrap appeared from his locker which he stepped into, revealing a beautiful and suspiciously hairless hole. I had to obviously also change, or it would have been obvious I was looking, so only a few glances would have to suffice for now. But they revealed that there was another side to Cayden than the impression of a clean-cut, polite, nice guy that I had so far gotten. The tattoos gave him a bit of an edge. And knowing he was now wearing a jockstrap turned me on.
When we were done changing he was wearing a black tanktop and black shorts with blue/white lining. The shorts were short, as they stopped halfway down his thigh. Today was actually quite a good day for September, with a high of 79 (26 Celsius), but he would not be wearing those short shorts a couple of weeks from now. I wore a white T-shirt and black and blue shorts that did reach my knee.
“So, I guess I’ll just follow you in your car?”
“Sure! See you there”, I said.
Once we got there, he got himself a subscription for a year.
He slapped me on the back and said: “We are going to be gym buddies at least for a year, right?”
“I’d sure hope so!”, I said. That was no lie.
I showed him around the gym for a little bit and then he said: “I really need to start on abs today, I feel fat.”
“Fuck you”, I said. “Show me.”
And he did! He raised his tanktop and showed me what was clearly a six-pack. A seemingly groomed trail of hair went from his belly button into his shorts. The elastic band of the jockstrap showed partially.
“Look, these lines have faded so much since the wedding”, he said as he was tracing lines across his abs. Like, I knew what he meant, two of his abs popped out more than the four lower ones. But he was looking damn fine.
“I would treat myself to pizza if my abs looked like that”, I said.
“Shut up! Show me yours!”
I lifted my shirt and showed him my stomach.
“See, you’ve got those lines here and those…” his finger gentle touched my abs and traced my muscles. I felt myself getting a hard-on but didn’t move a bit. His white finger on my brown skin felt and looked amazing.
“I’m doing chest today actually, but if you need me at any point, let me know!”
“If we’re going to be gym buddies, we’re going to have to sync up our routines. But I won’t mess up yours for today!”, he winked at me.
I shrugged and said, “Well, Tuesday is chest day!”, like I had no power over it.
I was on a machine doing my flys and I looked over to the dumbbell area, where Cayden was on his back on a mat on the floor. He was doing sit-ups, raising one leg to his chest at a time. His shorts rode up his enormous legs with great ease. I kept looking if one of his straps poked out, but I couldn’t really tell. Then, he raised both legs to his chest at the same time for each push-up and I swore I saw a white strap peek out. But I had to stop looking as he had noticed me and I was just sitting on the machine not doing anything. He smiled at me and continued.
When we were in the gym for about an hour, I was getting some cardio in on the treadmill. Cayden showed up in front of me.
“You do cardio too?”
“Yeah, most days. So I can have dessert and drink beer.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. The only cardio I do is the Stairmaster. By request of Helena.”
I frowned. “Why so?”
He turned around and bent over slightly and slapped himself on the ass.
“She likes her man with a big booty!”
I laughed and almost lost my balance as I could now very clearly see the outlines of the straps of his jock across his firm, round glutes..
“Can’t say I blame her”, I said.
“Hey man, I think I’m going to hit the showers and head back to the wife and boy”, he continued.
Realizing I could miss out on seeing him in the shower, I said “Yeah, I’m about done here too”.
I thought he would catch on when it came to my motivation, but he didn’t say anything.
Back in the locker room I could feel myself getting nervous. Again, I was pretending not to look but most definitely looking. This time our lockers were next to each other. This meant he was closer, but it also meant it was easier to get caught. He slipped out of his tanktop, then his short shorts and jockstrap in one go, picked his towel from the locker and walked away. I got a quick look at his cock, which I estimated to be around 4 inches. It was circumcised and it had a juicy thickness to it as it swung between his thighs. His pubes were definitely present but trimmed. As I was pretending not to look, I was also changing, so I could follow right behind him. He carried his towel over his shoulder as he walked in front of me. That ass in motion was a delight to watch.
The shower area was one of those completely open ones, with shower heads on three of the walls. Cayden motioned for me to stand next to him. While we were talking, I did my best to sneak some peeks here and there. His pecs were the definition of beefy with a smattering of hair over them. My guess was that he completely shaved his legs, which he in that actual conversation confirmed to me. His armpits seemed completely naturally hairy, I would have loved to smell them.
“So are you doing anything tonight?”, he asked.
“Nah, the life of a single man, you know. Watch TV, play some Nintendo, knock back some beers, whatever I feel like, you know.”
“That sounds good! I’ll have to come over and join you one night.”
“Sure! You’re welcome anytime.”
“Tonight it’s Helena’s turn to make dinner. Which probably means that once the little one is upstairs she will be too tired for some boinking.”
“Did you just say boinking?”
“I really did.”
“Is that a tattoo of a shark on your leg?”
“Yeah! I got that after seeing one after going diving in Indonesia. Should have thought it through more carefully because hair keeps growing around it, so I keep having to shave it off. I also have a smiling sun on my upper back,” he turned around to show me, but I had already seen it. So I looked at his ass instead, which had never been closer to me, or at least while undressed. It was perfectly bubbly and asking for me to grab it, now that it was all wet and shiny. “…and you probably already saw this on my arm. It’s a recreation of a part of this mural I saw in Spain.”
“Oh, wow, you certainly travelled a lot!”
“Yeah, I love travelling, wish I could do it more often. Do you have any tattoos?”
“No, actually.”
“Why not?”
“I really don’t think I’m cool enough to pull that off.”
“Bullshit! I’m thinking of getting another, actually. The wedding date, on my side, here.”
He pointed at his side that was far away from me, and angled his body towards me. This caused his arm to touch mine and all of a sudden I got very aware that I was getting a hard-on.
“Ahh, how romantic”, I said without looking at him. I cut the shower short and walked towards the towels. Cayden followed.
“Hey, what glute exercises do you do? Helena would die if I could sport a pair like yours!”
“Mostly genetics, I guess”, I said, not turning around. He could not possibly be hitting on me, he must genuinely want to know. “And donuts, obviously. But seriously, I can show you some exercises if you like?”
“Oh, great!”
There was no way a man in that physical shape wouldn’t know about the standard glute exercises I do, but I played along.
Back in the locker room, I saw him put jeans over his jockstrap, exciting me even further. When we walked to the parking lot, he said “Thanks for a great first day! I’m glad we click, you know. It’s important to me that my partner is also my buddy.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be great working together”, I agreed. “So I’ll see you tomo…”
Cayden turned to give me a quick hug, which I didn’t expect.
“Yep, see you tomorrow. Have a good night!”
I watched his ass swagger away in those tight jeans for a short while, before getting in my car. I was halfway in love with this guy on the first day. I’m going to have to control myself.
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