FICTION | HUMOR
The Bare Essentials
When pleasure takes over, work is the last thing on their mind
Dick and Randy sat in the police car in a darker spot on the street, between two streetlights. They were on a stakeout watching the entrance of a club, waiting for Freddie “Fuckface” Farrell to exit. Their informant had called to tip them about Fuckface being here, watching a private striptease.
“Lucky fucker,” Dick had said when he hung up.
Both cops had been to Bare Essentials on different occasions when they were off duty. They both knew what happened during a private striptease, if you were willing to pay a bit more.
They had a good view of the entrance of the strip club. The broad-shouldered doorman greeted everyone who entered, and was extra friendly to the strippers, who either came outside to smoke or arrived at work for their shifts to begin.
They all had one thing in common: they were scantily clad. Bottoms peeked out from under their miniskirts, and their breasts just about jumped out of their skimpy tops. The girls were all sexy and beautiful.
“That one is a looker!” Dick said, when a blond woman came out of the club and lit a cigarette.
“She gave me a private show last week,” Randy smiled.
“Was she good?”
“Oh god yes, wet and ready, I tell you.”
They went quiet again as both cops pictured the sexy, naked ladies inside the club. It was just after nine in the evening, and it could take hours for Fuckface to appear.
Despite their enticing thoughts, they grew increasingly bored with the situation.
“Have you ever stripped for someone?” Dick asked.
“Oh no, my dick is not large enough to show it off like that,” Randy said and, realizing his choice of words, tried to correct himself. “Sorry, I mean my cock.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Dick laughed, “I am fucking randy right now.”
The two men laughed and as their laughter died down, they watched the door of the club again.
“I’m randy too,” Randy said after a brief moment.
“I know,” Dick laughed.
Randy looked at Dick with a serious expression on his face.
“I mean it. I’m fucking horny.”
“Me too,” Dick admitted.
The inside of the car went quiet again. Randy drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and tried to stifle a yawn.
“Have you ever jacked off with another man?” he asked.
Dick just shook his head.
“Would you?”
Moments later, they both unzipped their uniform pants and pulled their hard cocks out of their confinement. There was just enough light from the streetlights to allow them to see each other.
“See, mine’s not large enough to impress anyone,” Randy said, as he held his manhood at its base with his thumb and forefinger, allowing it to stand upright.
“Mine’s about the same size,” Dick said, and held his cock in the same way for Randy to see.
They looked at each other and, as if they had agreed on it, they simultaneously started rubbing their members. Their hands closed around their shafts and moved up and down. Dick and Randy constantly glanced sideways, watching each other’s movements. Then turned their heads back to look at their own cocks, seeing the glistening of wetness on the heads.
“Has another man ever touched your rod?” Randy asked.
“No!” Dick quickly said, and after some moments, in a softer tone: “Never.”
The only sounds in the car for several moments after Dick’s two words were their labored breathing and the rustling of their uniforms as they rubbed themselves.
“Would you mind…?” Randy asked.
“What?”
“If another man touched you?”
Dick stopped jerking himself and looked down at his cock. Randy stopped moving his hand too and watched his partner.
Both of them had totally forgotten about Fuckface.
The silence in the car was full of expectation.
Hesitation.
Shallow breathing.
Dick let go of his shaft and looked at Randy. Randy let go of his own cock and reached for Dick’s. He closed his hand around his partner’s member and moved it up and down the way he did with his own only seconds before.
Dick lay back and closed his eyes. He quickly forgot it was Randy’s hand stimulating him, as his mind filled with images of naked strippers dancing for him and touching him all over. The images were hot enough to make his cock grow harder in Randy’s hand. Randy’s touch was firm, and the touch was familiar.
It feels much better than when a woman does this, Dick thought, and his eyes flew open.
He looked down and in the half-light he saw the movement, felt it and realized the touch was that of another man. Of his partner, Randy. The thoughts pushed him over the edge. Dick climaxed and watched his cock shot the semen up into the air before landing on Randy’s hand.
Randy let go of Dick’s cock and took his own in his hand again, only to let go of it as Dick’s hand closed around it. In the same movement, Dick leaned sideways and closed his lips around the phallus he held.
Randy couldn’t believe he was allowing his partner to suck him, and Dick couldn’t believe he had the guts to do something he had wondered about many times before. He explored the head of Randy’s member with his tongue, enjoying the taste of the pre-cum and the smooth texture of the flesh.
Dick licked, sucked, and moved his lips up and down Randy’s shaft. Finally, he came up for air, and his hand took over where his mouth stopped.
Slowly at first, then faster and harder.
Harder and faster.
Randy’s breathing grew louder, and throaty rounds of lust escaped his mouth until…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Randy said, as semen spurted from his cock and landed on his uniform pants, the steering wheel, and Dick’s hand. “Fuck… fuck…” he continued and grunted, as his cock twitched in climax.
Randy was out of breath, but he stretched out his arm and pointed his finger towards the club.
“Fuckface…!”
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