Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2017 20:50:16 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Cop and Kid - Naked It's five in the morning, and a cop is on his way home from his overnight shift. He's tall and broad-shouldered and not so young anymore, wearing a blue uniform with a cap, high leather boots, and a leather duty belt with a shoulder strap. It's a dusty, empty country town, especially this early. It's almost sunrise. As he passes his favorite diner, he thinks about what time it'll open for breakfast, and he notices his friend--the owner--standing outside in his robe. The cop pulls in to see if there's any problem. His friend points the cop over to the creek that runs next to the diner, down a small hill. The cop sees somebody on a little island in the creek, and it's a teenage kid, hard to tell how old because he's pretty short. He has big ears, red hair, freckles, and he's totally naked. The kid explains that he walked for miles yesterday, tried to take a shortcut through the woods, got lost, tried to wade across the creek but got soaked, hung up his wet clothes to dry, got in his sleeping bag to get some sleep, and woke up to find that his clothes must have blown away and floated off. The cop tells him to wade across and that the water's not that high. "Maybe not for you," the kid says, looking at the tall officer. "It's probably up to your waist, but it'd be over my head!" The cop tells him he's exaggerating, while trying to gauge a guess at how tall the young man is and how deep the water looks, trying to remember back to the last time he took a dip in the creek. The kid is embarrassed and upset, red in the face, looking like a plucked chicken. The cop decides to go get him. He takes off his cap and belt and boots, removes his wallet and notebook. He thinks about rolling up the pant legs on his uniform, but realizes he's going to be wading. He cautiously steps into the water, deeper and deeper. He can see the kid closer now, trying to cover himself with his hands and looking around. The cop slips and sits in the water up to his chin. The water is cold, and his uniform is soaked and clinging even more tightly to his muscular frame. He gets to the island, dripping, and puts the naked frame over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, finding a shallower path back and testing his footing along the way. The kid feels the wet uniform under his body and the cop's hands holding him. They get across the water without much trouble and stand on the grass. The kid looks around, nervously. The cop gets a good look at the kid, who is older than he looks, with a smooth face and an up-turned nose and a body like a lightweight wrestler, hidden muscles. The cop says, "There's nobody around. Nobody'll be up for hours still, and I bet you won't see five cars drive by all day." Then he starts unbuttoning his blue uniform shirt and pulling it off his thick arms. He slips his white undershirt up over his head and plops it on his shirt. He unbuttons his uniform pants with a blue line up the side, sliding them off his wet legs. His white boxer briefs cling to his body, now see-through from the water and not hiding anything. The kid stares at the man's meaty rod through the fabric, and then is amazed as the cop shucks them off and adds them to the pile. The kid looks up. The cop stares down and notices the tan line. The kid's white butt is framed out and almost looks like he's still wearing a pair of white briefs. The cop figures this kid had some time alone to soak up the sun in just his underwear. "Let's go get us some clothes to put on and maybe something to eat," the cop says, donning his cap again and slipping his boots back on. Then he picks up his belt and, unsure what to do with it, just puts it on as he normally would with his uniform. The kid in the buff and the cop wearing his uniform but without the clothes walk up the hill to the side of the diner. The cop lays his wet uniform over the rail of a porch and hollers for the diner owner, who steps through the screen door still in a robe, laughing at his friend and wondering if he's ever tried this get-up before. The diner owner tells them to come in and have a seat, joking like they're regular customers. He says, "have a seat at the counter, what'll you have?" So the cop does. Naked as a jaybird but with his fancy boots and cap and this big, tough, crime-fighting belt on, he sits on a stool and explains how hungry he is after a long night. "You must be tired," asks the owner.The cop replies, "Oh, that water woke me up alright." The kid, naked as the day he was born, looks back at the front door to make sure the "Closed" sign faced out and there was nobody in the parking lot. Then he sits down next to the cop, who leans over and tells him how good the food is here. Behind the counter, the owner puts on a pot of coffee and pushes some bread down in a toaster. Setting their places and grabbing some orange juice, he says, "Oh, how embarrassing. I must look pretty out of place dressed like this," and he opens his robe and tosses it over the counter. He asks if he fits in now. The kid leans over the counter to see that the man is now totally naked as well. The cop says, "I guess it gets pretty hot back there in that kitchen; just don't burn your eggs." He leans over to the young man on his right. "He's going to fix us up something to eat while we figure out what your plan is." As he leans over to the kid who looks up at him, the owner leans his elbows against the counter and looks in a mirror at their naked backs and butts. It looks so quaint, like a Norman Rockwell painting for the Saturday Evening Post, a young Willie Gillis meets a friendly officer. The kid says, "Do you think we should put some clothes on?"The cop responds, "aw, we're just having some fun, kid. Besides, nobody's coming around. It's the first week of hunting season, and everybody in town's either gone in the other direction or sleeping in until noon for once." The owner taps the kid on the arm and says, "I thought you boys wanted to streak around bare-assed. You're always skinnydipping down to that creek." The kid explains that he had walked from a few towns over. The cop and the owner both picture the nice house this kid lives in and the rich, snooty people from that town, while the owner goes into the back. "Boy, I feel like I'm on a dare," the cop says. He's excited by the situation, and then he realizes, after looking down, just how excited he is. Then he notices that the kid already noticed and is staring down at it. The cop knows he's a show-off and has been since he was this kid's age. He swivels the stool towards the kid and lets him get a good look. The kid thinks it's so thick, and he wonders if his will get thick like that when he's a little older. He looks up at the cop, who gives him a wink and then points at the kid's, which is now plumped up, draped over the kid's smooth thigh, and starting to poke out. When the owner comes back, showing off an apron with nothing underneath, the cop and kid swivel to face the counter, putting their legs back under. The owner shows his butt, with a little apron-string bow above and says, "maybe this should be the new uniform here?" Then he goes to the griddle to cook them a little something. He hollers in to ask if the cop has ever tried on his gear like that before. The cop asks the owner if he's ever worked in just that apron before. Then he shares that one time he went fishing with nothing on under his waders. He remembers the feeling of rubber pushing against his naked lower half, pushing against him from the rushing water. "You're sure we won't get caught?" the kid asks, looking up at the older man. The cop replies, "it's just us here, just goofing around. We'll get you something to wear after breakfast." Actually, the kid has lost all interest in getting any clothes or getting back home. This exciting situation is all that exists. With both their secrets under the counter, they each wrap a hand around it, holding and squeezing. Simultaneously, they start and each notice that the other is as well. The cop remembers his younger days, unafraid to stroke with a buddy. The kid remembers the one time he spied on a couple older boys who had their pants around their ankles. They each squirm a little in their seats, feeling the vinyl under their bare skin. The kid looks over at the cop's boots. He likes them. The cop asks the kid if he wants to wear his hat and, with his unoccupied hand, takes it off his head and places it on the kid's. It rests too big and crooked, but the kid loves having part of that now-sexualized uniform on him. He grins, wide and toothy, and imagines the cop's boot exploring up his leg and considers reaching his foot over to rest on it. He does, without looking over. The leather is smooth. The cop, also looking straight ahead at their reflections in the diner chrome, lets his bare knee brush against the kid's bare knee and rest there, occasionally moving and letting the skin stroke and slide. The owner, butt-out, looks over and sees them sitting there, clearly with an arm busy under the countertop, and watches their matching expressions. First the eyes close. The lips purse together. The eyes roll backwards while the mouth opens and breathes in slowly. They both get flush in the face. They both flare their nostrils and flex their shoulders. They jerk faster, groaning under their breaths. The owner imagines their unseen eruptions. The silverware jostles and clanks. The older cop and his smaller companion each tense and fill a palm. The kid looks over, curious, as the cop holds his up and tongues it, smiling. The kid copies and examines this new experience. They clean it all up, as if it was secret. The owner brings their orders out with a bulge and a stain on the front of his apron. As they eat breakfast, the cop asks why the kid was walking here anyway. The kid says he wanted to get a job. The owner says he'll give him a job. Always love hearing from readers, and check me out under Prolific Authors: mike.99999 And donate!