Which means, as Sam comes over to ask me something, two images suddenly fill my screen. The top one is me exposing my cock.
The big guy, having known me nigh on twenty years, just snorts. “I don’t think that’s work-related. Or worth showing off!”
Oh, fuck…
“Sorry – the police just sent me it!” I close the images. “I thought it was from the Protection team – not Data Protection… And I didn’t ask for that pic!” They sent all four.
“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Ade. You’re buying the drinks next time we’re out. I need to erase that image! Traumatised, I am… Actually, forget your next bonus. I’m spending it on therapy!”
Sam’s a bastard, but he’s a good cunt.
I show the pics to Dan when I get home. He laughs, cackling. “God, those ones with your cock out look shit, don’t they? But that first one… Can I print that off?” He’s got a huge high-res printer, for his architectural work. “That’s good, that. Hot. I love how your throat is all exposed as you’re about to come. Pale, against the dark brick.”
“Only if you re-enact it here, immediately after.”
“Deal.” He sets his printer to work, then comes back and drops to his knees.
Yes, I checked the curtains were shut, first.
Later, Dan plays about with the contrast of the image. A week after, he puts a version in a frame in his den, at the back of my home office. I’m pale-faced against black brick; a grey figure kneels before me. But there’s both plausible denial that it’s me, and also of what the figure is doing to me. The ambiguity makes it even hotter. It’s become art.
We gotta suffer, for our art.
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Notes:
This story and Sex Swing Shenanigans take place 10-15 years after Dan first met Adrian in the Smoking Hot series; the story Turkish Delight happens soon after SH, and Dan gets to narrate in Steak and a Blow Job Day a year later. After The Funeral takes place a bit later. Adrian’s drunk student years are covered in Undergraduate Experiments. For completionists, there’s a 750-word non-erotic piece, Dan’s New Job, in the middle of the timescale.
report My character Adrian was created in 2020, totally fictional, with various traits stolen from well over half a dozen acquaintances. Imagine my surprise when I wondered what he’d look like now, turned on the TV, and found him hosting HIGNFY, being greeted as ‘Adrian’. Obviously I then watched all of Line of Duty starring Adrian Dunbar, who’s not quite the same as Adrian here – taller, bigger, older, less deep voice – but the resemblance is striking. Highly recommended TV. This year, I mused about plots for this event, walked into a life-size poster of Mr Dunbar, and wondered how my Adrian would fit into a Line of Duty-style story.
Hence a police procedural story, but from the arrestee’s POV. Researched about as well as Line of Duty, which is to say lots of accurate details, but probably some glaring errors remaining, some for plot reasons and some from sheer ignorance.
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