Read Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge Online

Authors: D. J. Heart,Brett Horne

Tags: #Gay & Lesbian, #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Gay, #BDSM, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Gay Romance, #LGBT, #Romantic Erotica, #Genre Fiction, #Gay Fiction, #Short Stories

Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge

Officer Cain - Part One

Officer in Charge

 

By D.J. Heart & Brett Horne

 

2015 Copyright © by D.J. Heart & Brett Horne

CHAPTER 1

I stared at my phone, scrolling down the list of bare chests and pumped up muscle nervously, sweat beading on my brow. I was browsing Grindr, wondering if I would be able to go through with actually chatting with any of the guys. The whole thing was
incredibly
intimidating.

I hadn’t put a picture of my own up yet, deciding that I would test the waters as an observer first. Besides, some of the guys on this thing were
ripped
. How was I supposed to compete with guys who looked like they
lived
in the gym?

I needed to stop being negative. Sure some of the guys were hotter than me, but a lot of them
weren’t
. Still, seeing all the different guys had me feeling overwhelmed. How was I supposed to choose who to talk to?

This was stupid. I needed to just bite the bullet and do it. Put my picture up on the app and put myself out there.

Nervously, I uploaded my picture, wondering if I’d get any takers. I might be too chickenshit to initiate contact, but I was still hopeful that someone more experienced and confident might send me a message.

My picture was from the neck down - I wasn’t going to show my face on this thing - and it showed off my trim waist and wide shoulders nicely. I wasn’t built like a gym-bunny, but I had developed a lean swimmers body after four years on the swim team. I looked good, and I was pretty sure that people would be interested. At least I hoped they would be.

I was a senior in high school, and I had turned eighteen just two weeks ago. My boyfriend had broken up with me after a year of keeping our relationship a total secret, saying he couldn’t juggle school, football, his girlfriend and me. The fact that I was the thing he chose to sacrifice felt like a slap in the face. The fact that he did it via text, and then had the audacity to send me a follow up message saying
don’t make this weird
, almost made me want to out him out of spite.

So there I was: single, eighteen and gay as a doorknob, and I was ready to get out there and have some fun. Or at least I
hoped
I was.

My phone pinged with an incoming message and my heart leaped nervously. My hands were shaking as I clicked to open the message. It read:
R U a top?

I typed back
no
... and got nothing in return. I checked out the guy’s profile, but he wasn’t my type at all, so I didn’t feel too bad. I did however go and add the fact that I was a bottom to my description.

I put the phone down and started working on my homework. I had to finish the reading for my AP Bio quiz the next morning, needing at least a B to keep my grade where it was.

My phone pinged every now and then, but each time turned out to be a bust. Some of the guys were way too direct, some of them too old, and the rest were just unsolicited dick-pics. Now I like dicks - I even think dicks are pretty - but if I wanted to see pictures of cock I would Google it.

After a while I started ignoring my phone when it pinged, caught up in my homework. It was a Sunday and I needed to be done in time for class the next day. I heard the doorbell ring, but I assumed that it was for my brother and that he would get it.

My older brother was home from grad school. Since it was the middle of the semester I thought it was weird, but apparently he was doing independent research and could do it anywhere.

I didn’t really mind. I got along much better with my brother now than when we were kids, mostly because he’d stopped being such a raging asshole.

Levi was a total jock, and he’d lived up to all the stereotypes - from playing football and dating a cheerleader to being an obnoxious jerk to anyone he didn’t deem
cool
. When I had come out of the closet he’d stopped using gay slurs, but I was pretty sure that my mother had been the reason behind that. She was tremendously protective of me and worried constantly about how mean the world could be to
people who are different
.

As far as I could tell, Levi wasn’t doing any actual research. Mostly he played video games or hung out with his friends when they were off work. His two best friends from high school, Cain and Aiden, were both working for the local police department, but when they were all together they acted like they were back in high school.

Ignoring the ping on my phone for the tenth time, resolving to just turn the thing off, I ran down to the kitchen for a drink and something to munch on. I pulled a carton of juice out of the refrigerator and a box of cookies out of the cupboard, looking forward to a nice snack as I finished up my homework. Satisfied with my haul I turned around to go back to my room.

I stopped in my tracks, breath catching in my throat.
Cain
was standing in the doorway, watching me and blocking the way out of the room. I swallowed nervously.

“Hey, Cain,” I said, clutching the big juice box awkwardly in my hand. Cain’s lip curled up in a smirk, and I couldn’t help the blush that crawled up my face.

Cain was
ridiculously
hot. He had one of those faces where the cheekbones and jaw looked like they were sculpted from rock, and his body was
sick
. His shoulders, chest and arms were packed with muscle, tapering down to a trim waist, bubble butt and thick thighs. Cain knew exactly how hot he was, and any time I saw him strutting around town in his tight uniform I couldn’t turn my eyes away.

The last time it happened I’d been walking home from school. I’d seen Cain standing by his motorcycle, watching the traffic, booted feet spread wide as he leaned on his bike. The hot cop’s biceps had strained the short sleeves of his tight uniform shirt, and his lower body had been squeezed into a tight pair of breeches that emphasized the thick muscle of his thighs. Wearing a helmet and tight leather gloves, Cain had looked like every wet dream I’d ever had come to life. It wasn’t until I saw him take off his sunglasses and smirk at me that I realized I’d been caught staring. I’d blushed and hurried on my way, feeling mortified.

Which is why I didn’t know what to say as the man blocked my way out of the kitchen.

“Hey Ethan,” Cain said, not moving. He lifted his beer to his mouth and took a swallow. “I haven’t talked to you in a while. How have you been?”

I put the juice down on the counter, the condensed moisture on the carton making me lose my grip. “I’ve been good. You?”

Cain smirked, not answering right away. He took a slow swallow of beer, flexing his bicep as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, faded jeans and leather boots. The outfit wasn’t as hot as his uniform, but he still looked amazing.

“I’ve been all right,” he said. I picked up the juice carton and made as though I was leaving the kitchen, but Cain didn’t move out of the way. I blushed, feeling awkward as I dithered in place in front of him.

“You in a hurry, Ethan?” he asked me, crossing his legs at the ankles and getting more comfortable. If I wanted to pass now, I’d have to step over his booted feet.

“Uhm…” I didn’t know what to say, “I’m just doing homework… up in my room.”

“Just homework?” Cain asked me, raising an eyebrow. I’d never been able to move my eyebrows independently, and if I could, I doubt I would have made it look as sexy as Cain did.

“Yeah,” I replied, confused. I wondered what he was smirking for, starting to get annoyed with myself for being so flustered.

“Cause I’ve got this app, you see, that said there was a hot boy looking for sex just zero feet away,” Cain said, holding up his phone. I stared at the picture of myself, not quite able to wrap my mind around what was happening.
Cain was gay?
Of course he was, why else would he have Grindr?

“Oh,” I said, shocked. Was Cain coming on to me? I was suddenly hyper aware of my cock, my pants getting unbearably tight.

“So which is it, Ethan? Are you doing homework or are you trolling for cock?”

The crude language didn’t surprise me. Cain had always enjoyed being inappropriate and crude. I was, however, turned on like hell.

“I was just curious,” I said, mouth dry. I wondered if this was going where I thought it was.

“Yeah? Are you still curious?” Cain straightened up, putting his beer on the counter and hooking his thumbs in his jeans. I stared at his chest, the muscular pecs straining the fabric, nipples clearly visible. I wasn’t just curious. I was
hungry
.

“Yeah,” I replied, looking up at his face. He grinned wolfishly and stepped forward into my space. He was slightly taller than me, and much wider. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn’t have the courage.

What if this was just some awful trick? I knew that my brother and his friends had been absolute jerks when they were younger, but I didn’t think Cain would humiliate me like this as a joke. Especially not since he was friends with my brother. Levi may have picked on me horribly, but he’d never allowed anyone else to do so.

“Your brother is going to be back in about thirty minutes. I think that gives us enough time to have some fun in your room,” Cain said, reaching his hand out and grazing it over my nipple, giving it a pinch through my shirt.

He squeezed hard, and though it hurt, it also did things to my cock that made me want to ask him to do it again.

“OK,” I croaked, feeling lightheaded. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, and I had never gone further than hand-jobs and the occasional blow-job. I wondered if Cain would expect more than that.

Except... with only thirty minutes available, I didn’t think we’d have time for anything more. I don’t know if the realization was a relief or a disappointment.

“Good, I’m glad,” Cain said, smiling wide and leaning in to kiss me. His mouth was at my mouth, tongue probing against my lips and teeth, demanding entry. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pushed me back until the counter hit my lower back.

I felt as though I were being devoured. Big hands were reaching around and groping my ass, Cain’s tongue invading my mouth. The feel of the hunk’s big body as he pushed against me, warm and big and smelling amazing, was
intense
. I was hard as a rock, and when Cain stepped back - looking supremely satisfied with himself - I leaned in for more.

“Let’s take this to your room,” Cain said, pushing me ahead of him and out the door. I hurried up the stairs, Cain hot on my heels, the feeling of being chased suddenly coming over me. I started running to my door, Cain crashing into me and trapping me before I could get it open.

“Got ya!” he growled, leaning down to kiss on my neck. His mouth was soft, warm and wet, and as his teeth bit down gently I moaned wantonly. I was pinned against the door, Cain’s body big and inescapable, and if he didn’t stop what he was doing with his mouth I was going to come in my pants.

Cain pulled away after a few minutes of gnawing on my neck and grinding his crotch into my ass. I could feel his hard dick through his pants, but I wanted to see it. I wanted to get down on my knees and touch it, lick it and
worship
it.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Cain growled, holding my neck and using his hand to guide me into a kiss. He opened my bedroom door, lips not leaving mine, and we moved inside, bodies fused together.

I sank to my knees, breaking the kiss, holding on by the waist of his jeans. My fingers curled under the tight fabric, his taut lower stomach smooth and warm against my fingers, as I pressed my mouth to his bulge, kissing it with an open mouth, putting my lips around his hard shaft through his jeans.

“Fuck! Like that, do it like that,” Cain said, thrusting his hips and shoving his big bulge into my face. The musky smell of his crotch and the soft, old denim against my face was perfect.

I undid his pants and pulled down his briefs, releasing his big cock. It was long and veiny, looking huge and angry. It was the most intimidating thing I’d ever seen.

“Just lick the head a little,” Cain said, looking down at me, smirking as though he knew just how impressive he was.

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