Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 06:33:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Ken - Part 2

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.
This is a work of fiction, but I sure wouldn't mind
dating a cop!

Officer Ken -- Chapter Two


I didn't expect to hear from Ken immediately -- I've
had enough disappointments in the dating department to
limit my expectations.  Anyway, I was far too busy
with my life to spend a lot of time worrying whether I
would hear from the hunk in the uniform. He only
crossed my mind a few thousand times a minute, but I
said to myself "Whoa, honey."

I got ready for work as usual for a Monday morning.
Yuck, I hate Mondays. Even though the fall chill in
the air felt rather good this morning, I have to fight
off the morning blahs, especially since the
post-summer cool is accompanied by the lessening of
daylight day by day.

I managed to get myself together for another long day
at the office, and was just tossing a toy down the
apartment hallway to distract the cat from bolting
through the doorway, when I saw propped against the
door a bouquet of flowers and a card. What the hell??

I grabbed the flowers and card with glee, and muttered
to myself "the hell with being on time today!"

The bouquet was lovely, and despite the goldenrod
causing me to sneeze, I grabbed a large glass vase
from the cupboard, and filled it with water, while
opening the card.

The front of the card had a picture of a large teddy
bear holding roses, and inside the card, Ken had
jotted down a message with his masculine handwriting --
"To the sexiest suspect I've ever frisked - Call me at
noon" and his cell phone number.

I had to pour out some water to get the flowers into
the vase, and set them on the small wooden IKEA dining
table, and slipped the card into my backpack, and
headed back towards the door, wearing a grin. Kitty
screeched for attention, so I tossed another toy and
escaped out of the apartment, and headed toward the
ground floor and the bus stop.

I made it to the office on time, and could hardly wait
for Pat, my manager, to arrive, so I could share the
news with her that I had met someone over the weekend,
along with the edited version of how I met Ken.

"A cop? Ok, tell me everything!" was her immediate
response, so I told her about him pulling me over
(sans the frisk part) and she listened to my gush for
about 5 minutes, including the flowers. "Paul, slow
down,you've just met. Take your time, get to know him
-- I don't want to see him hurt you if he's just
another fag looking to get laid." She may be 71 but
she's a former Foreign Service wife, so worldly is an
understatement.

I got busy with work, checked my email, and a couple
of instant messages popped up on the screen -- the
usual good mornings and such from close friends. One
is my ex, the other a close friend from the chorus. So
I shared the news with both of them, and also got the
cautionary "take it slow, this might be something
good."

Noontime approached, and I pulled the card out of my
bag, to call Ken.

I was a little nervous as I dialed the number, and was
greeted with a cautious "hello?"

"Hey Ken, it's Paul. Thank you so much for the flowers
-- they were beautiful!" He chuckled in an "aw shucks"
manner, and I could almost detect a hint of
embarrassment. "It was nothing -- I stopped at the
grocery store at the end of my shift last night, and
wanted to surprise you. So, would you like to have
dinner with me tonight?"

I eagerly agreed to dinner, and he said he would pick
me up at 730pm.

The rest of the day seemed to crawl, and of course Pat
kept pumping me for information about Ken. "I'll tell
you more tomorrow, now quit bugging me!" I teased
back, as I had already told her what little I knew
about the handsome cop.

Finally, the end of the day arrived, and I couldn't
sign out of my PC quick enough to make my escape. Of
course, as things happen, there was a delay on the
subway, so I kept checking my watch as it seemed an
interminable amount of time before I got to the
station nearest home.

I walked out of the station, and it was already
getting to be the gloom of night, and I waited at the
bus stop for a bus that passed near my street. While I
was waiting, my chorus buddy Hal called me on my cell,
and I chatted with him, impatiently waiting for a bus
that seemed to be running slower than usual.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a police
patrol car slinked slowly by, but I couldn't see the
driver from where I was standing. I wondered if it was
Ken. It was almost 7pm, so I knew I had precious
little time for delays, and finally the bus arrived.
I continued watching the patrol car as I boarded the
bus, and had to mentally slap myself, "Andrew, not
every cop car you see is going to be Ken!"

The bus let me out a couple of blocks from my
building, and I knew I wanted to not only get cleaned
up, but do a quick once-over on the apartment -- just
in case he should want to escort me to my bedroom. I
changed and got ready for my dinner date in
practically record time, and I was ready when someone
knocked on the door.

I opened the door, and there he stood -- except he was
in street clothes. He was also holding a dozen pink
roses.

Ken's bright grin warmed me, as I looked him over -- a
blue long sleeved sleeve shirt emphasized his muscular
torso and biceps and matched his gorgeous dancing
eyes, with a tuft of dark hair peeking out the top,
black jeans with a sizeable bulge in the crotch, and
black boots.

I hardly invited him inside before he grabbed me into
his embrace, and gave me probably one of the top five
kisses I have ever gotten. His beard was soft yet
ticklish, as he nuzzled my neck, making me giggle
while he chuckled deeply at finding a ticklish spot.

Wow!

We sat down on the futon I use for a sofa, and I
offered him a glass of wine. Ken clinked my glass and
said, "here's to the most beautiful smile I have ever
seen!" and I blushed at the compliment. "And you do
know how to kiss, too!"

We chatted about my cat, Trixie, for a few moments, as
she paraded back and forth just out of reach, tail
high in the air. I waited to see what kind of reaction
she would have, as she is a good barometer of people.
She hesitated, and then jumped into his lap,
surprising me, as she is usually rather standoffish to
strangers. We both chuckled as he said, "Well, I guess
I passed her test, huh?"

We chatted a few more moments, and then agreed it was
time for dinner. Ken gallantly opened the door for me,
and laughed, as I had to toss a toy to distract the
cat not to run into the hallway. No dice -- Trixie
bolted out the open door, and I had to chase her down
before we could leave for dinner. She finally flopped
on her side in surrender, and I locked the door so we
could be on our way. Ken was amused by Trixie's escape
attempt, and made a few corny remarks about prisoners.


Ken and I went to the parking lot, and I wondered
whether we would be riding in his squad car. I didn't
spot it in the parking lot, and wondered which vehicle
we would be taking to dinner. He was a perfect
gentleman as he opened the passenger door of his large
pickup truck, and I climbed in and fastened my
seatbelt, as he walked around to the driver's door and
climbed in the truck.

Ken grabbed my hand as he got seated, and leaned over
to give me another kiss. I felt warm all over, and he
chuckled as he started the truck and continued holding
my hand as he backed up and exited the parking lot.
"Do you like Chinese?" he asked. "Nah, they are too
short for me" I joked, and his warm laugh washed over
me as we drove towards downtown. I told him China
Palace was my favorite, and he agreed that it was
superb and headed towards the restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant, and he again gallantly
opened my door for me, and escorted me into the
entrance, and requested a booth from the smiling man
at the register counter.

We ordered hot tea, and continued our conversation
over appetizers. It was dim sum night, and we enjoyed
the meal thoroughly. I amazed him with my ability to
use chopsticks, which I learned to use properly while
on a two-week trip to China a few years ago, and he
was all ears in hearing me describe my adventure in
the Far East.

All too soon, the evening grew late, and we drove back
to my apartment. As I hoped, Ken escorted me to my
door, and in a strong yet gentle embrace, he kissed me
and told me what a wonderful evening it had been for
him, and asked if he could see me again?

What a silly question! I teased him a bit about
checking my social calendar before telling him how
much I had enjoyed seeing him, and he softly kissed
me. He had to go, as he was on duty early in the
morning, but asked me to save Friday night for him.

"Paul -- one thing before I go. I can tell you don't
work out, so I need to put this to rest right now. I'm
more interested in what your heart and soul are like
that whether you have any muscles or not. I knew what
you felt like when I frisked you, you know? I just
wanted to get that out in the open. I'll call you
tomorrow!"

I was sure I saw stars in his eyes as I closed the
door after one final kiss, and his beautiful smile
caressed my eyes as we said good night. I watched from
my window as he pulled out from behind the apartment
building and drove down the street.

As I snuggled into bed with Trixie at my side on the
bed, demanding her allotment of scratches, I couldn't
help but wonder if this was a man that could really be
the gallant knight of fantasy.


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