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Coyle barges through the door, blood dripping from his temple, groaning when he stomps in the room. I approach him, he sluggishly moves, slouching on the chair to catch his breath.
“what happened?”
Coyle lifts his head weakly, the light reflecting over his sapphire-blue eyes, “nothing just a pair of fucking aid-dodging little homos who think it’s suitable to hurt an officer” he groans, yanking the paper towel i offered out of my hand.
Coyle always spoke cynically about those who didn’t comply with tradition, those who were “brain-washed beatniks”, or just a collective of criminals forsakened from coming out of the underbelly to reclaim their place as an abled person in society again.
But Coyle NEVER failed to gave a piece of his mind to the gays, he hated how privileged they were now, how they strut with a smug look on their faces, warping the generation with adrogyny and “diversity” he sees it as nothing but pathetic that you’re granted a pedestal for liking the same sex.
“ya see the thing is, with minorities they proclaim somethin’ about rights, but as soon as they get em they don’t look back, or even try and cater other struggling groups that are in need of justice like those fags once pleaded for”
His eyes peered into mine; straight from the horses mouth,“it ain’t segregation, or oppression if ya know that the righteous hand of god wouldn’t savour yourself if you reject nature’s attributes. i never trusted the gays and look at em now. they everywhere” coyle snarled, harshly pressing in the soaked paper onto his cheek.
I sit on the table an inch from him, my legs dangling over where he sat. He scoots away - “and why are you kicking your feet at me like an impatient li girl, HAH i tell ya, if you were 2 shades darker you woulda’ make bank on those minstrel shows” He cooed, his animalistic laugh filled the room, his smile tugging the corners of his mouth.
“look, just because you’re pissed off, no need to take it out on me” I darted back. Coyle sinks further into his chair, fidgeting with his pockets and making typical sounds of boredom.
A few glances were shared between us through the returning quiet. Unbeknownst to him, I too was just as gay as those he would snicker about. It hurts sometimes. I won't lie, shame always gnawed at me, seeing how one of the most valued partners of the force, and my greatest friend talk so much shit about people who I’m one of. Although the signs are there…I was just as arrogant as him about queers until I reached a leg back into the closet.
Out of boredom, I asked him this, “what makes you hate em so much?”.
His eyebrow raises, tilting his head up to meet my curiosity. “what can i not hate, they’re entitled, full of malicious intent to our folk and our children.”
I don’t respond, leaving him with an uncomfortable silence. Maybe I could toy with him. How would he react then? If one of his trusted buddies was also cockwhipped.
I’ll start with something small, subtle. An invitation if you’d say. Gentle strokes on my thigh, my fingertips grazing the denim whilst keeping eye contact. It’s not straightforward, but it is suggestive.
Coyle sees this, eyeing at me from his chair, leaning himself just that bit closer, but of course he retreats and pretends to see it as nothing.
But I continue, now my fingers are more impatient, rough circles on my legs, the noise of itching fibre made him agitated.
“god will you stop that?” he growls, he may be this easy to annoy, but would be as easy to break?
My fingers join back together in my hand, I flatten it out and pat my thigh, signalling him to well..come closer at least.
The smacking sound made Coyle grimace, his eyes squint at my mime.
“Are you fucking serious? After whats just happened you’re now gonna do some little faggot play pretend with me? Well I’m not FUCKING HERE FOR IT”. His throat was raspy from all the shouting he’s done, he leaps up from his chair and walks forward, cornering my legs, forcing them to stop.
His index drills into my balbus, sweat gathers in my brow as my head draws out from him. No man who’s truly straight would be so reactive to this, but I just didn’t think things would’ve gotten so intense. Well what do I know, maybe he sees being gay as an insult. I sure know I did.
“You ever try and tease me like that…and you’re gonna pay for it. Didn’t think even one of the best recruits would have to stumble so low.” He barks under his breath, followed by a few frustrated mutters when he backs off.
Coyle sinks back into the chair, pointing himself up, and turns to me. “I’m sorry for my lashing, lotta things have gotten ugly and every man needs to let loose ya know? But, you could be worse. Ya could truly be one of those gays.”
I didn’t want to react either, but I couldn’t help it.
I couldn’t help leaping up and slamming his face onto the floor, watching his defiance fade, until only vulnerability remained in his eyes. His breathing was muffled, as my legs tucked into the sides of him. I felt cruel, he’s still a person - but he’s also a beginner. A bit of perseverance never did any harm.
“I didn’t mean to do this in such a hurtful manner, but what i’m about to tell you is the truth.”
My ankle shifts at him, allowing him to respond. Coyle shifts and awkwardly nods whilst keeping a sour look.
My tone became more hesitant, I was casual in contrast to my pulsating heart.
“I’m also gay. Just like them. No i’m not violent, I don’t require any rights or praise.”
His teeth gritted, eyes widening in spite. But i continue.
“Yeah I too think it’s annoying how it’s so pushed into the world, but I just want to be seen as a person. They fought to be seen as people.”
I loom over him to give him space to move, and well, to collect his thoughts. I walk around the table, retreating to the lockers. My back is pressed up, I stare at the ceiling wondering how i’m going to continue my duty with him knowing this. I don’t have any other friends, I’m not unlikeable but i’m not everyone’s preference. That was, until Coyle came around but at this point I don’t even know if he likes me either.
He squats up, turning around cautiously, I fix my gaze and pretend not to notice his sudden movements.
He pauses at first, but then manoeuvres to the chair. He didn’t turn around, Coyle kept his alarming look of contained ferocity. He couldn’t fathom such a simple, but striking thing about someone. To me it was nothing, to him it was such a betrayal. I chuckled under my breath, it’s pathetic really and it was hard to keep the amusement in.
“I don’t know what you’re sniggering over there for. He snaps, “You’re an animal, just like the rest.”
“I’m just as human as you are. The difference is I'm a greater suspect of staring at people’s asscracks in the changing room.”
“Yeah you’d probably fucking like it if I were stripped completely naked right now.”
Was that a threat or a proposal? Either way, so exciting. I narrow my head at his remark, is he bothered…or hot and bothered….
I prance, arrogance carrying me within every step, Coyle's frown practically dented on his face. He forces himself apart from me.
“Aw don’t be like that..come on we’re still friends right?”
He didn’t respond. Just observe, it was unnerving but I kept a smug grin. Although the muscles in the smile were starting to ache.
Relaxing my face, I crouch down to him. Looking up at his scowl, I couldn’t help but smile. Not out of amusement, but pity. He was still my friend, I still wanted him to be. Amongst the narrow-mindedness he showed, he was a great guy nonetheless.
I plant my hand on his knee, gently. He still frowns, but doesn’t budge. I stare at my hand, now sliding it up to his thigh. I hunch myself up, looming over him.
He tolerates my moves, what caught my attention the most is when I slipped myself into his lap.
He expectedly paused at first, but his embarrassment wore off at the slow grinding I made. Pressing down, deeper in his lap. Coyle composingly glided his fingers up my spine, pulling me closer, guiding me to his crotch. I knew that would get him. Come on now, foreplay makes everyone snap.
I leaned my jaw an inch away, his ragged breathing fanned my face. His beard tickled as I leaned in. Coyle resisted the kiss at first, his moans were swallowed into muffles, but he began to adapt as our tongues collided in desperation, I moved wary, gently cupping his face, exploring what he can bear through all of this.
He was flustered when I pulled out of his mouth, a string of saliva parted from our mouths. The look in his eyes begged for more, but I can’t stomach kissing alone, I need something greater out of this.
Something that isn’t standard, more a statement.
I spring out of his lap, fixing my gaze on him. He springs out of his chair, waiting for me to surprise him more. Coyle wasn’t angry, he was interested, but still nervous through all of this. He stampeded to the end of the room, rummaging inside his pockets. The sound of jingling keys caught my attention, and with urgency he shut the blinds.
He continued back, tracing his steps and placing a hand on his belt. I gave him the cue, god he’s such a fucking dog. With pace he quickly mangles himself out of his uniform, leaving just his boxers on. Stripping more than I intended, but I didn’t mind.
I followed, since that’s how far he wanted to go.
“Y..you’re not gonna tell anybody right? About this?” Coyle's tone wasn’t as aggressive, he was desperate for my certainty.
“A real officer doesn’t kiss and tell.” I affirm
His face flushed with redness at my words, he eagerly comes forward.
I eyeballed the wall in front, he makes notice and presses himself against it. So obedient. I cram into him, my cock exhilarating at the tension, and the risk.
The press of his ass against my raging bulge overwhelmed me with tension.
Coyle was a faggot deep down, i always seen that dainty glimpse in his eyes, big strong man that simply wanted to be nurtured. oh well…i’ll nurture him. with every inch of my manhood.
He was pushed up against me, yet the rest of him was tense, idle - no response. maybe it was the guilt eating at him, the next layer of humanity slowly stripping off of him. Poor guy. Big bad cop that's just whoring around like the rest of us. Difference is he tries to fight against it.
Well he can’t fight me, especially right now after everything. Coyle nudged up against me, signaling my entry.
His ass was quite defined in his boxers, but my, the minute I tore them off and left them sagging under his ankles, he was so .. tight. well groomed. For a cop that embraces tradition, maybe he shaved in secret? To you know, prepare. Well for a newbie, he’s done pretty well.
Coyle keeps nervously cocking his head back, begging for continuous reassurance that I wouldn't tear him whole.
“‘I’ll be gentle with you I promise”, he jilts his head up, failing to nod and re-directs himself back to the wall. gripping my hands on his thighs and the cheeks of his ass, I slid in. I put enough lubricant on, but just to test him I added two capsules of viagra to my coffee at break.
He groans instantly at just my tip stirring in his insides, exploring his ass. Coyle's back launched down, his ass frantically arching up and taking in my entire tip.
“Wanting more already?” he was truly desperate, allowing his body to the new pressure imploding inside of him. I don't blame him though, must be gratifying finally getting what you’ve really wanted.
Rocking myself in Coyle with added force now, letting myself sink more of my cock in, restricting him to adjust to myself. His grunts filled the silence in the room, shift movements gradually turned into fierce motions of his ass descending onto my cock, he was gluttonous and I am here for it.
My abdomen was pushing against the ramp of his ass as the sound of plapping increased, his groans turned into powerless squirms as he took all of me.
my groans increased, the humid air coating on us was like sauna treatment, sweat gathering on his ass as his head jilted down with every force I gave him.
Coyle jerked his hips up to only receive a slap on his fucking sissyboy ass. He whimpered at the strong grip my hand held on his cheek as I dug my fingers into his flesh. the stingy hit gathered into a red bruise on him. I liked that. marking him.
I tried to not show any reaction but I could feel my throat being overwhelmed with compressed moans with every inch of my desire being fulfilled. Coyle was a moaning mess, he started to loosen up, his hole stretching out like elastic as I thrusted into him with as much vigor my body can provide.
It was slippery, and disgusting. I favoured how much of a slut he was, with every pressing against me, urging for more. His hands stayed in the grasp of my hands, “mphh..never talk to me again after this-uh” his protest fell into a croaky sound, this only gave him another spank. The red prevailing on his cheek. He shudders and vibrates under me.
With every grind my pace was more intense, fixated on feeling how his ass was more slippery, urgently widening itself out to enough flexibility for my raging phallus.
i could feel my dick curling up inside of him, looking up, his hands slowly slipping down the wall they’re stuck to, from the amount of sweat and shame clinging onto his skin.
With a few more lustful pounds into him, I felt cum flooding out of me, oozing and seeping into the depths of his ass. He lets out a final yelp of pleasure,it was so warm, so soothing feeling all of my cum melting and dribbling into his stretched hole. He made his last jilts under me before his posture relaxed, Coyle made a loud exhale of contempt.
I could hear sounds of splatters on the floor, it was Coyle’s cock drenched in cum, and it’s pathetically splashing everywhere. His head narrows down like a lever, one final budge up against me to get every ounce of my seed.
I finally give the last whack of my hand on him,
“fuckin whore” coyle shivers in delight.