One of the uniform guys catches their eye, as they walk passed. Carmichael is an enthusiastic career cop, handsome, Italian boy from the eastern suburbs who can always be relied on. He is going places, clearly.
Ace believes Carmichael has his sights set on homicide.
"How'd you go?" asks Sargent Carmichael.
"Dunno," says Ace. "We are just at the beginning."
"Any suspects?" asks Carmichael.
Ace turns and looks back at the young sergeant. "No, none of any consequence."
"Okay, sir."
Ace would never admit it, but he likes it when Carmichael calls him sir. There is something about the way he says it.
Duff, Zorad and Burrow’s assistant, watches them walk in, two fit handsome guys. Duff sits back and watches Ace and Duff pass by.
"What's the details?" asks Duff.
"I need you to find all the details you can on a Rupert Whippet," says Ace.
“What do you know already?”
“His wife is dead and he is missing,” says Ace. “Find out where he is.”
Ace closes the door behind Ben. Ace turns the lock. Ben pulls his pipe from his jacket pocket. Ace takes his jacket off, then he turns to Ben, busy with smoking accoutrement in his hands.
"Come here handsome." Ace manhandles Ben's jacket from him. "Take this off." He takes the pipe from Ben's hands. "That can wait."
Ace grabs Ben, pushes him up against the office wall and kisses him passionately.
"I want you."
"This case has really got you stressed out," says Ben.
"I need to stop thinking about it for a moment."
Ace pushes Ben over the desk. "Hey!" Ace puts his hand in the middle of Ben's back and pushes him face first over the desk.
"I’m glad I can be your distraction..."
"I know you like it." Ace reaches around and undoes Ben's pants. "It's why I like you." Ace rips Ben’s pants down. Ben feels the cold on the backs of his muscular thighs. Ace slide his fingers into the sexy crack in Ben’s arse. Ace licks his finger and slides it back into Ben’s arse. Saliva drips down in strings from Ace’s hand.
"Jesus!" says Ben. He lays his hands flat down on the top of the desk. He pushes back onto Ace’s finger. Ben has powerful legs covered in blond hair, the hair disappears into his arse crack.
Ace undoes his own pants and his hard cock springs into view. Ace spits in his hand. He spits again. He wipes the spit on his cock, it drips down onto the carpet.
"Did you lock the door?" asks Ben.
Ace spits into his hand wipes more spit into Ben's hairy crack.
"Duff may learn something," says Ace.
Ace spits into his hand again, he rubs his spit over his cock a few more times then lines it up. He pushes up against Ben's sphincter.
"Oh, fuck, Ace."
Ace pushes into Ben. "Come on baby, relax," says Ace. He strokes his hand along Ben's spine, up and down. "The door is locked."
"Ah, that feels..." says Ben. Ace pushes hard into Ben. "AH! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ace's enormous cock slides into Ben's tight arse.
“You have the best arse, baby,” says Ace.
Ben moans loudly. Ace slides his hand around over Ben's mouth. "Shhhhhh." He pushes his dick all the way into Ben.
"Everything okay in there?" Duff's voice was on the other side of the door.
"Yes, good," says Ace. "Just working a few things through." Ace fucks Ben long and slow.
"He knows," grunts Ben, as he pushes back on Ace’s big dick.
"Let me know if I can help?" says Duff.
"Sure, he'd like to help," says Ben. Ben groans quietly, trying to stifle any sound, as he is filled up by Ace.
"No, that's okay," says Ace, as he fucks Ben quickly.
"Do you think he has a peep hole?" says Ben. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh my god!”
"You’d like that wouldn't you?" says Ace. He speaks quietly into Ben’s ear.
Ace pushes hard into Ben. "AH!" Ben Bleats.
Ace leans down to Ben’s ear. "Perhaps, he has a camera set up," he says quietly.
Ace stands up straight and strong and pushes hard into Ben again.
"AH!" Ben bleats.
Ace leans down to Ben’s ear again. "Do you want him to hear?"
"You want him to hear?" says Ben accusingly.
Ace pulls out of Ben. He reaches down and picks up Ben's undies. Ace stands up again, and reinserts into Ben as quickly as he can.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Ben moans long and low, as Ace’s huge cock slides back into him again, slides in until it can’t slide in any further, until it spears the wall of Ben’s anus. “Oh… fuck! Yeah!”
Ace reaches around and stuff Ben's patterned jocks in Ben's mouth.
Ben says something but it isn't audible.
Ace grabs Ben’s thighs and picks him up by the legs. Ace picks up the strokes. He pushes into Ben hard. Harder. Longer. He pushes into Ben again, he pushes into Ben again, he pushes into Ben again, until Ben starts to groan, deep down in his throat. The handsome blonde pushes back against his lover so he gets more of his lover inside him.
"Oh yeah," says Ace. "Oh! That's my boy." He is fucking Ben hard, his skin slaps against Ben’s skin.
Ben grunts and groans as he pulls himself underneath his stomach. His sexy arse is full of Ace's cock, like a greedy mouth, stuffed full. Ace turns sideways and fucks Ben hard. Ben masturbates furiously as Ace rams him.
Ace pulls out of Ben and masturbates quickly until he cums on Ben's shirt, up and down the back of Ben's shirt.
Ben grunts and moans and spasms as he cums all over the office floor.
Ace grunts and flicks his hands across the carpet. Ben moans as he stretches his arms out across the desk. Ace buttons up the fly on his jeans. He buckles up his belt. Ben stands up and tucks his shirt back into his pants. He smiles at Ace. Ace picks up Ben's jocks from the desk and wipes his forehead before he opens the top draw of his desk and drops Ben's jocks inside.
Ben flexes his shoulders. "Is the back of my shirt wet?"
"You'd better put your jacket on," says Ace.
"Great."
"I'm going to wash my hands."
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