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sucking, all innocent smiles and acting like he could do with a good hard sucking, asking Casey to open his legs and take it like the bitch he was. 
    Casey tugged on his dick as hard and fast as he could, his balls slapping against his skin, breaking the silence of his bedroom. He groaned, too. Nice and loud. He blew his load within a few moments of starting, his cum lacing over his stomach, warm and relieving.
    He jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.
    Under an hour later, he was at the station, heading for the locker room where his cleaned and pressed uniform waited. Bruce was already there. The fact he was stark naked, having just taken a shower, his eight inch cock waggling seductively while he walked toward Casey, only added to emphasise the fact he didn't have a man of his own. Where was his nicotine inhaler when he needed it?
    "Afternoon, buddy," Bruce chimed. He didn't even blink, didn't vary his course, as he came toward Casey. The man sure was comfortable with his own nakedness. Damn straight, too. What a waste. Casey would love to do more than wank over the thought of him. He would love to worship every part of his huge, bear-like body.
    "Hey, Bruce, what's on the cards this shift?"
    "Sarge wants to see us. Seems your work on the Piper case has got some special attention."
    Casey raised an eyebrow. He was now at his locker, disrobing. Like Bruce, he didn't care who saw him naked. His uniforms hung neatly in his locker. He selected a long-sleeved shirt, slipping into it. The night was going to be cold again. "How so?"
    "Ah, don't play all coy with me." Bruce slapped Casey on his rump before he opened his own locker to retrieve his uniform. "Shit a brick, you damn well know you're the star of the day, getting all that information and all from those perps. Next thing Sarge will be offering you dinner and a date."
    Casey's backside smarted, Bruce's slap wasn't light. He'd never been one for spanking play, but for Bruce, he'd make an exception. If he ever left his wife and changed teams, that was. The thought of having his partner spank him got him all queasy inside, got him thinking erotic thoughts. At the very least he'd have some jack off material for tomorrow morning's wood. Casey licked his lips. "Well, I couldn't have done it without you. Besides, if the Sarge wants to buy me dinner, he'd better not expect me to go beyond first base. Not for a first date, anyway." Casey looked into Bruce's eyes, giving him a flutter with his eyelids, a quirky smile to match. "I'm not that kind of boy."
    Bruce let out a guffaw. "Fuck me, Case, you're a gem, you know that. Gotta love ya, even though you're as bent as a row of tents. So what? I suppose on the second dinner date anything will go, right?"
    Casey grinned. "Fuck yeah."
    "You so need a good man, you know that? You deserve someone special."
    "Thanks," Casey said with a gentle chuckle. He knew Bruce was teasing him, but also knew he meant no malicious intent. The man did care about him. In a way, he had to. They relied on each other for support as part of their daily job, their lives depended on it. Not like so many others Casey had encountered in his life. There was this one lad in the Academy. Charles was his name. The biggest homophobe he'd ever met. At any given chance he would make it well known about Casey's sexual preferences, to all who would listen and to those who didn't give a fuck as well. All of it was done for attention, to give himself some perceived point scoring with his peers. The man, dumb as an ox, was a bully. Thank God, he dropped out, otherwise life would have been hell in those training years. Thank God, he had been placed with Bruce upon graduation, too. Casey decided to change the course of the conversation. He added, "Seems we might not be on the beat tonight, in any case."
    "Waste of time putting on our uniforms, then."
    Now Casey was curious. "You mean we get to go undercover?"
    "Don't know, that's the Sarge's call. But the sooner you get