Jack pulled into a parking spot down the
street from Chester’s apartment and turned off the engine. He could see the
lights on through the second floor windows. His lips curved into a small smile
when he saw Chester’s shadow pass in front of the window. He glanced at his
watch. He still had another twenty minutes before he was supposed to arrive.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and dialed
Chester’s number.
Chester answered a moment later. “Hey,
handsome.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked in a deep
gravelly voice.
Chester’s laughter eased Jack’s nerves. “A
smile.”
“Damn,” Jack groaned as his cock hardened just
that fast. “I’d like to see that.”
“Maybe I’ll let you.”
Jack groaned again, palming his hard cock
through jeans. It wasn’t enough, not when Chester laughed again, only this
time, the sound was low and sultry. Jack quickly glanced around. The street
was vacant, not a soul in sight. He sat near the end of the street, his truck
shadowed by the building he was parked in front of.
It was enough.
Jack reached into the glove box and pulled out
a few wet wipes he kept in there. He set them on the seat next to him and then
unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He wrapped his fingers around his
aching length and started slowly pumping his hand up and down. “Talk to me,
baby.”
“What would you like me to say?” Chester asked
in a silky voice that dug into Jack’s senses and sent his arousal
skyrocketing. He didn’t know anyone else that could set him off as fast as
Chester Bailey.
“Anything.” Jack pumped faster, tightening his
fist around his shaft. He began stroking his length from root to tip.
He ran his thumb over the moist head, smearing the pre-come around and
squeezing lightly. Jack bit his lip as his pumped his hand to the rhythm his
hips were setting.
“I could tell you how excited I am to see you tonight.”
“Oh, so am I, baby. I can’t wait.” His balls
were starting to pull up tight to his body. A web of arousal spun
around him as he squeezed his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking
head. He growled when he felt the tingle shooting up his spine.
He grabbed the wet wipes he had pulled from the glove box and held them over
his cock.
Chester’s voice dipped even lower when he
spoke again. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Fuck!” Jack shouted as hot ropes of seed shot out of his cock, hitting him on
his chest and under his chin. He
smacked the dashboard as his dick jerked
wildly in his hand and pumped ropes of cum into the wet wipes.
“Did you just jerk off?”
Jack chuckled. “Maybe.”
“Where in the hell are you?”
“Look out your window.” A moment later, the
curtain moved and Chester’s face appeared in the window. “Down the street on
your left.”
When Chester glanced his way, Jack raised a
hand and waved.
“What are you doing out there?” Chester asked.
“Waiting until our date.” He glanced down at
his watch. “I have another ten minutes.”
“You also have a police car coming up behind
you.”
“Damn it!” Jack heard Chester laughing
hysterically when he dropped his cell phone and started shoving his spent dick
back into his pants and zipped them up. He just got himself smoothed down and
everything cleaned up when a light shined into the window of his truck and he
heard a knock.
Jack groaned when he turned and saw Deputy
Nick Hale standing there with a flashlight in his hand. He rolled the window
down, praying the deputy hadn’t seen his lapse in judgment. “Is there a
problem, Nick?”
“No, just checking to make sure you were
okay.”
“I’m fine.” He rolled his eyes when Nick
scanned the interior of the truck. “I have a date in ten minutes. I’m
waiting.”
“Uh uh.” Nick grinned. “And the flowers?”
“For my date.”
Duh.
“I see.”
“Well.” Nick chuckled with a great deal of
amusement. “You have a good night then, chief.”
God, grant him restraint.
“You too, Deputy Hale.” Jack waited until Nick
walked away before rolling up his window and then picking his phone back up.
He could still hear Chester laughing. “It wasn’t that funny, Chester.”
“Yes, it was.”
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