Bugging the Mugger

[evilqueerpig]

"My name is Detective K C Long, that's the initials K and C and I'm here to help!"  A rich baritone voice said, shining a flashlight to illuminate his gold shield.  Standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs, with a shaved head, close cropped beard and mustache, skin the color of dark chocolate, Detective Long was a mountain of a man.  Slab pecs were clearly visible beneath his black t-shirt and his massive biceps strained the sleeves as he brought the flashlight up to reveal himself.  "Did you get a look at him?  What did he take?  Are you okay?  By the way, I'm the only 'out' cop on the force, so when something happens in the gayborhood, I get the call, so you can tell me anything!  Let's start with your name."

Best described as a ginger otter, Tim Schmidt was 5'11", with short, wavy, bright red hair, a goatee, weighing 165 lbs, with sparkling green eyes, which he blinked, mesmerized by the sight of the mangod standing over him.  "I'm Tim Schmidt.  The punk had a bandana around his mouth and he was wearing a hoodie, so I couldn't see much.  He got $80 in cash, my license and the keys to my condo.  I was walking home from the Double Deuce, when he came up behind me, held a knife to my throat and dragged me here.  I did have the presence of mind to toss me cell phone in the bushes.  He punched me in the gut and before I went down, I managed to jab him in the eye with my elbow.  Other than being scraped, sore and slightly out of it, I guess I'm okay.  Fuck, I'm naked!"

Running his flashlight over Tim's body, Detective Long was impressed by what he saw, that bright red fur and even flaccid, his uncut cock was something to be proud of.  "Tim, you have nothing to be ashamed of!  I'm not a bar person, but if I'd been at the Double Deuce, you would've left with me.  Since as you say, you're slightly out of it, I don't advise you being alone tonight, so unless you have someone to stay with, I'll take you home with me, where my lover can help me take care of you." K C said, as he noticed 2 tattoos below Tim's pecs.  "Nice ink!  I know the scorpion is Ivan's work.  Did he do the TIM logo too?" 

His face a bright shade of crimson, Tim confessed, "Well, it was the TIM logo that led to the scorpion.  As long as I'm going home with you, we can discuss that later.  Can you see where my cell phone is?  I'd like to call my building manager to see about getting my lock changed."

Shining his flashlight at the bushes, K C said, "There it is.  We have a 24 hour locksmith we deal with and it'll be taken care of.  If you give me your address, I'll also have a squad car sent over so any sketchy people will be scared away!"  Bending down, he retrieved Tim's phone and handed it to him.  "Here it is."

"I'm at 66 Bedford, unit 510." Tim said.  "No damage to my phone, so I'll get in touch with my building manager."  Scrolling through the directory, he hit speed dial for the appropriate number.  "Sorry to wake you Walt, but I was mugged and the guy got the keys to my condo.  A nice Detective will be seeing to getting my lock changed and he's also sending a squad car to keep the area safe.  I won't be coming home tonight, but I'll see you tomorrow and I'll find a way to make up for this trouble."  As K C, reached for the phone, Tim said, "The detective would like to speak to you."

"Detective Long here!"  K C exclaimed.  "I'll have the locksmith there within 30 minutes and there'll be no charge.  As you might expect, Tim's a bit traumatized and I think it's best if he's not alone tonight.  Not to worry, he'll be in good hands.  We'll see you tomorrow.  Shall I put him back on the line?  Okay, thank you.  Walt says he'll see us tomorrow.  Let's get you out of here!" K C said, handing Tim his phone and picking him up as though he weighed nothing.  Carrying him out of the alley, he opened the passenger door, setting Tim down on the seat.  From the back seat, K C retrieved a pair of shorts.  Tossing them at Tim, he said, "They're a bit sweaty, but these should fit you.  I need to call the station and get the squad car and the locksmith taken care of.  Give me a few minutes and we'll be on our way."

Rather than put on K C's shorts, Tim brought them to his nose inhaling the crotch deeply.  Heavily into manfunk, Tim immersed himself in K C's masculine, sweaty musk.  Hopefully, he'd get the opportunity to sniff from the source.

"All set!"  K C announced as he got into the driver's seat.  Noticing his shorts on Tim's face, he said, "If you're not going to wear them, I'm glad you're enjoying them!  I called my lover and told him to expect a sexy stud to be joining us!"

"Don't go yet." Tim said, pulling K C's face to his and kissing him on the cheek.  "Forgive me for being forward, but it's not every day that a handsome mangod comes to my rescue and I couldn't resist!"

"The only thing to forgive is that it wasn't a proper kiss!"  K C said, bringing Tim's face to his and using his tongue to part his lips.  For the next 2 minutes, they kissed passionately, only stopping because they were in public.  Looking down, it was impossible for K C not to notice Tim's throbbing hardon, the thick foreskin covering everything but the piss slit, a drop of pearlescent precum.  He scooped it up and brought it to his lips.  "Fuck, that's a beautiful uncut dick!  So thickly veined and huge!  You're under no obligation, but I hope we'll have fun tonight!  Let's go!  We'll stop by your building on the way, so you can see that things are being taken care of."  K C started the engine and 2 minutes later, they were at Tim's building, a squad car parked in front, Walt outside and the locksmith van approaching.  "See ya, Brad!" K C said, waving to the uniformed officer in the squad car as they drove off.

As they entered a certain road, Tim said, "This is Lakeview Loop, the most exclusive and expensive street in town.  Even on a detective's salary, you couldn't afford to rent a guesthouse in this part of town."

"I might as well fess up." K C admitted. "Before I had it legally changed, my last name was Longstreet and I live in the home I grew up in.  I was in my senior year in boarding school, already accepted to Harvard Law when my parents were murdered in a botched robbery attempt.  Working closely with the local police, I decided to give up law for law enforcement.  Not wanting special treatment, I had my last name changed before I even applied to the Academy and only the detectives who worked on my parents' case know who I really am.  My salary from the force is donated to gay foundations."

"Wow!" Tim exclaimed, amazed by what he'd just heard.  "Not only are you sex and handsome, you're a man to be admired and respected.  Your family built most of this town.  Dr. Wilhelm Schmidt was the first of my family to come to the US.  It was a Jewish family who put him through medical school.  Soon after Hitler came to power, he had a sense of what was to come, so he got himself and the Jewish family out of Germany.  Together, they got more than 50 Jewish families to safety here.  Dr Wilhelm offered to convert to Judaism or change his name, but he was told it would be better to be an example that there are good Germans in the world.  Medicine is the family business and since my sister is a brain surgeon, my parents weren't disappointed when I became an IT Specialist."

K C pressed a button on his cell phone and huge iron gates opened, allowing us entry.  A tree lined drive led us to an enormous brick mansion, befitting the neighborhood.  "Be it ever not so humble, this is where I live!"  He chuckled as the garage opened and we parked inside.  "Honey, we're home!" He said as we walked into the massive foyer.

To be continued

 

 

 

[BBFloridaguy]

Thanks for sharing the story. Hope to read more and see what happens next. 

[negchaserlooking]

Look forward to seeing this story evolving

[shinelover]

Sexy start, I'm looking forward to more! 😍

[austin_submale]

Promising start!

 

[cublad]

interesting start 🙂

[sleazebugga]

Good start! More please😈

[Guest]

Look forward to the next part.

[evilqueerpig]

As they entered the foyer, Tim immediately recognized the man who was there to greet them.  If any man epitomized 'swarthy', it was him.  He stood at 5'8", a dark skinned Latino, slicked back hair, a Fu Manchu mustache and a sexy unibrow.  Clad in red basketball shorts and a white t-shirt, he oozed sex appeal.  "DA Suarez, it's an honor to meet you!  I was at one of your rallies and your commitment to be a strong ally to the gay community impressed me so much that I made a contribution to your campaign.  Not only have you kept your word, but you're even sexier up close!  Looking back, K C was on the stage with you, but he had an old school afro then.  My name's Tim, by the way." He said, extending his hand.

"Call me Mickey!" He said, briefly shaking Tim's hand before leaning in for a kiss.  They swapped spit for a minute.  "When he told me you're a sexy stud, K C neglected to mention your hot body and what a wonderful kisser you are!"

K C fondled Tim's furry butt cheeks.  "Let's step into the parlor where we can relax."  Mickey and K C each put an arm around Tim's waist, leading him into the parlor where they sat on an overstuffed leather sofa, with Tim between them.  "No need for Tim to be the only naked man here.  Strip!"

In less than a minute, K C and Mickey were both naked.  Tim's hands were grabbed and placed on their throbbing cocks.  Looking down to his left, K C's cock was a solid uncut 7" and thick as the proverbial beercan, his foreskin bunched around his cockhead and smooth balls.  On his right, Mickey was blessed with 9" of intact cock, his shroud of foreskin fully covering his cockhead and hairy bullnuts.  Something both men had in common were biohaz tats in neon blue with red outlining, which he knew to be Ivan's signature colors.  "What beautiful uncut cocks you both have!"  Tim said, licking his lips as he felt his hole twitch.  "Now, it's obvious why my ink was so attractive!  Ivan seems to be a common link between the 3 of us!  Just by chance, I went to him for my TIM logo and when he asked if I was poz, I said, 'not yet'.  That's when the nasty Russian dropped his pants, showed me his pierced cock and said he'd guarantee to get the job done.  A week later, I was at his place and spent hours with his cock wrecking my ass.  The fuckflu hit about 3 weeks later and Ivan's assistant, Boris nursed me through it.  He did my scorpion tat when I was back on my feet.  So, how did you 2 earn your tats?"

To be continued

[Movietheaterslut2]

Good stuff! Enjoying the story!

[Hellboy]

Hot start more

[seattlebbbtm]

Good stuff 

[pozpopperpig]

Great start!  Can't wait for more!

[negbtm]

Love this set up!

[evilqueerpig]

"It's probably best if I give you the Reader's Digest version of how this sweet, sexy man came into my life." Mickey said. "It was just about 3 years ago and I was an ADA.  At that time, I was only out to my boss and he assigned me to a gay bashing case.  K C was scheduled to testify and we met to prepare for the trial.  That dazzling smile of his had me hooked instantly.  When he took the stand, I covered my crotch with a folder to conceal my hardon!  The jury returned a guilty verdict in less than an hour.  We shook hand on the way out of court and I cursed myself for not taking things further." 

Chiming in, K C said, "You weren't the only one who cursed yourself!  Mickey's eyes are so intense and that unibrow of his frames them perfectly.  Wrongly, I thought a man as sexy as him couldn't be single.  A month went by and I gathered up the courage to go to his office and ask him out on a date.  When he said 'yes', my heart fluttered and I was walking on air."

Mickey reached over and stroked K C's shoulder.  "No mere date, it was a night of magic!  When he gave me the address, I figured he must be housesitting, but when I arrived and he told me how he came to live here, it made me admire him.  The next pleasant surprise was that he cooked dinner.  An arroz con pollo that would make my Abuela jealous!"

Grinning like a cheshire cat, K C continued.  "My parents took me to Puerto Rico for 3 weeks when I graduated 8th grade.  Every night we ate dinner at the same place and every night I ordered arroz con pollo.  One night, the woman who was the cook, an Abuela herself took me into the kitchen and showed me how it's done.  Of course, Mickey was, is and always will be the tastiest dish!  After that night, we started dating every weekend and eventually, we added a few nights during the week.  Quickly, we became an item.  With both of us being negative, condoms were never an issue and fucking bareback added intimacy."

"The lease on my apartment was set to expire in 2 months and when K C suggested I move in with him, I knew it was time to have the talk."  Mickey said.  "I told him that I was happy with him, but I didn't know how long I could remain monogamous."

"His fears were put to rest when I confessed to having the same issue!" K C said, proudly. "That's when I suggested we have an occasional third who would be discrete and have proof of neg status.  Over the years, there's been 4 guys for a night or 2, but nothing more.  Which brings us to our tats!"

To be continued