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Michael’s preference in men was for those his own age, and older guys had never really done anything for him.

    When he pulled up in front of the station, Tyler was outside waiting.

    “Come on, kid. Let’s take my detective’s car. Use the town’s gas.”

    Three minutes later, they were in one of those old-fashioned, sleek silver restaurants on the side of the road. As they sat there drinking their coffee, Tyler looked Michael directly in the eyes and asked, “Are you bi or gay, by any chance?”

    Michael spit coffee all over himself. “Why would you ask me that? Do I look gay or bi?”

    “No, not at all. But you’re damn cute. You got a certain look in your eyes, and my gaydar has been going off all night.”

    “What if I was gay? Are you the type of cop that feels we don’t belong on the force?”

    “No, if I felt that way, I’d have to chuck myself out of the department.”

    “What? You’re saying that you’re gay?” Michael asked with disbelief. “Is this some sort of sneaky way for the department to find out if I’m gay?”

    “No, and I can prove that the inquiry is personal.”

    “Oh, and how would you do that?”

    “By taking you home with me and fucking the shit out of you,” Tyler said with calm confidence.

    Michael sat back and once again wondered if he could believe his ears. Before Michael could say anything else, the waitress served their food.

    “Here’s your usual, Tyler, hope you enjoy it. And welcome to you, Officer. You new over in Upton?” asked the waitress.

    “Yes, ma’am, I sure am.”

    “Nice. Well, hope we’ll see you around with ole Tyler here.” She smiled and walked away.

    “I eat here a lot,” Tyler said by way of explanation for the waitress’s comments.

    “Yeah, whatever. I can’t believe you just said you wanted to fuck the shit outta me. Do you say that to all the new rookies that come along?”

    “Not at all. Only the very cute ones who are bi or gay. You wanna come home with me?”

    “No, I don’t wanna come home with you. Your presumption is wrong,” Michael said, and he began to eat his food as his mind raced.

    “Okay, my mistake, pardon me. Don’t hold it against me for being enticed by your beautiful face and obviously tight body.”

    Michael blushed, and he looked up. His eyes wandered over the upper half of the detective’s body, noticing once more the well-developed arms, flat chest, and absence of a gut. “Well, let’s say that I am gay. How far do you live from here?”

    “I live about five miles away. We could be at my place and naked in fifteen minutes, and in another twenty minutes from now, you would be lifted to the heavens by the in-stroke of my cock.”

    “Damn, but you are straightforward! Can you deliver what you promise, or are you all talk?”

    “I deliver what I promise. Wanna give me a try, or are you only interested in guys your own age?”

    “I would just like to know how you figured out that I’m gay. I try and hide it the best way I can, and here you meet me and five hours later, you’re trying to get in my pants.”

    “Did I succeed?”

    Michael finished his eggs and swallowed the rest of his coffee. “Yes. But if you aren’t as good as you brag, you’ll never hear the end of it,” he said with a laugh.

    His breakfast finished, Michael got up and said, “Wanna wash my hands. Be right back.”

    Tyler smiled, gave Michael a minute, and then followed him into the bathroom. He found Michael at the sink washing his hands. When Michael looked up, Tyler kissed Michael on the side of his neck and ran a hand over his ass.

    “Wow, cowboy, you’re horny, aren’tcha?” Michael asked.

    “Yeah, but I decided to wash my hands too,” Tyler said as he moved to the sink next to Michael. As he washed his hands, they smiled at each other in the mirror.

    Tyler paid the bill, and they got into their cars so Michael could follow Tyler home. Fifteen minutes later, they were naked and kissing on