7 pm
The clocks in the house drew Peter, who tried to focus on himself. As the clock struck 7 pm, his pulse quickened. With his parents watching TV, the doorbell rang. Instead of going by himself, Peter let his dad answer to avoid drawing attention. “Ah Officer Stephens, it’s a warm evening today,” “very much, so is Peter ready?” “Yes, he is. Officer Stephens is here for you, Peter.” Peter jumped up and said goodbye to his parents as he followed the officer to his car. “You didn’t need to change clothes for me,” said Stephens. “I wanted to,” was Peter’s reply. They got in the car. Officer Stephens drove his willing student to his house. It was in the suburbs, across town, his ex wife Sue didn’t want it, so he kept it despite its size. The house is comfortable, similar to the other homes on the street. It has a Victorian style, with a corner tower and many windows. Once a For Sale sign appears on the lawn, a fistfight would ensue to purchase it. That’s how popular the town is. The car drove in, Stephens looked at Peter and said, “are you nervous?” Peter glanced and confirmed with a brief response. Stephens smiled and reassured, “You’re in excellent hands.” When Peter stepped inside the house, he sensed an eerie feeling in the rooms. Despite the sun shining, the old and beloved furnishings in these rooms couldn’t fill the emptiness. With a firm grip on Peter’s hand, the Officer directed him. His grip was powerful as they went upstairs to the main bedroom.
An old wardrobe and an empty dressing table were in the room, which had been prepared for the action. A black sheet covered the bed, with a lube bottle beside the lamp on the table. Peter’s eyes widened as he realised what it was about to go on. With a gentle touch on Peter’s shoulder, Officer Stephens asked him, “Are you absolutely certain about this?” Peter’s voice was too dry in fear he could only nod yes. This was what he wanted. With this, Officer Stephens’ lips met Peter’s as they kissed. Never had Peter experienced such a powerful rush of energy as his blood flowed rapidly. Within seconds he was bearing in his pants. Stephens undid his belt.
“Officer Stephens…” Peter said in shock, but the older man said, “shh I’m in control and you are safe.” Stephens whispered and kissed the young man’s shoulder, causing Peter to lose his ability to speak. All he could manage was a soft moan as the Officer unbuttoned his shirt and delicately took it off him. Peter shuddered as the cold air hit him. The Officer unzipped his fly, pulling down Peter’s jeans. Peter sensed a state of exposure and arousal. In his underwear Peter looked at Officer Stephens who was looking at his body. He said with a smile, “your body is in great shape.” Peter blushed at the compliment, but hearing it was encouraging. The officer sat down on the bed and said, “let’s take it slow.” Peter sat with the officer and he kissed Peter with a tender nature that differed from the tough appearance he showed. They lay on the bed. The officer explored Peter’s body, his hands all over him. His soft hands and lips were like heaven to Peter. Officer Stephens finally pulled back and glanced at Peter. “Are you ready for this, Peter?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. Peter nodded, his eyes wide with excitement. “Yes, I’m ready,” he whispered.
Officer Stephens smiled, his eyes full of warmth. He reached out and gently traced Peter’s cheek with his thumb. “Good. I’m going to take care of you,” he promised.
