The sky was just turning pink when Jack quit trying to sleep and got up. He took a long hot shower and then fixed breakfast-bacon, eggs, and lots of hot black coffee.
Jack felt better after he'd eaten. He took a fresh mug of coffee into the office and turned on the computer's monitor, then changed his mind and sank into the easy chair.
He sipped coffee and let his mind drift over the case. Nothing new.
The cup was empty and he didn't have any new ideas. He got more coffee and sat down at the computer to check his email. Nothing new there, either.
He closed the web browser and sat staring at the blank screen, buzzing from too much caffeine. There was nothing to do except wait for something to happen, so he put on his shorts and running shoes and went jogging. Sometimes, that gave him ideas, but not today. At least, he'd worked off some of the nervous energy.
Jack took a long leisurely shower and then walked naked into the office. He could review the case files, but that would just be getting back on the treadmill. Once again, he settled in the easy chair and let his mind drift. It'd been a frantic two days since he'd gotten that text at . . . Steel Steve's.
Memories of that night rushed through his mind, sending the blood rushing to his cock. It was already hard.
Jack spread his legs and kneaded his balls while stroking his stiff shaft. When he was close to coming, he stopped. He didn't want a simple two minute hand job. What he really needed was a man. A big butch man. A man like . . . Joe, the tiger of Steel Steve's.
He called Joe's phone. It rang for a long time, then a sleepy voice answered. "Hola."
"Hey Joe. This is Jack. From Steel Steve's."
"Jack!" He didn't sound sleepy any more. "Que pasa, dude?"
"Want to get together?"
"Oh yeah." He lowered his voice. "Your place all right? I live with my sister and her little boy."
"That'll be great." They made the arrangements and Jack hung up. He got dressed in clinging sweat shorts and a tight-fitting tank top, then practiced guitar licks until Joe arrived. Early Sunday morning traffic was pretty light, so it didn't take him long.
* * *
The doorbell rang. Jack put the Telecaster down and went to the door. Joe was standing on the little porch, wearing a tight tee-shirt and sprayed-on jeans that showed off his big crotch bulge and muscular buttocks. "Was that you playing?" He saw the guitar and amp. "You're good."
"Yeah." Jack took Joe in his arms and kissed him. "I can play guitar okay, too."
Joe grabbed Jack's butt and ground his crotch bulge into Jack's groin while kissing him with lots of aggressive tongue. Jack threw himself into the kiss, running his fingers through Joe's buzz-cut hair and closely-trimmed beard. The waitress hadn't liked too much tongue. After holding back with her, getting down and dirty with a sexy man felt wonderful.
"You really are good," Joe said. "It was too bad you had to run off on Friday night. Did that work out okay?"
Jack unfastened Joe's belt buckle and unbuttoned his fly. "It's on hold." He pulled Joe's zipper down and took his long thick uncut dick out of his jeans. It was already hard, with a broad plow-shaped head and a deep corneal ring.
"All right. Get it while you can." Joe put his hands on Jack's shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees. "You can start by sucking my cock."
Jack's hard-on made a giant tent in his sweat shorts. "You really ARE a macho man." He squeezed Joe's balls while stroking his thick shaft and rubbing his foreskin over his swollen cock-head. "With an awesome cock."
Joe was grinning. "You really like my big uncut cock."
"El Gato Grande is muy hombre." Jack kissed Joe's precum-leaking tip, then pulled his foreskin up all the way and swirled his tongue between Joe's fleshy hood and swollen cock-head. With el carajo grande!"
Joe laughed. "You didn't learn THAT in high school Spanish."
