I choked, inhaling some Oreo bits wrong the moment I heard the voice on the other end.
Deep, sexy, gravelly, it's Officer Hoffman. I start coughing uncontrollably, gagging some while I clear my airway.

"...you good, kid?

I suck in some air finally, wheezing as I catch my breath. I reach for my juice and take a big swig. After a few seconds it feels like I can finally breathe again, and I let out a shaky breath.

Hoffman didn't just text me, he called me. Cue hesitant happy dance.

"Yeah...fine." I mumble, feeling only slightly humiliated at the same time. "So... uh, how much of that did you hear, exactly?"

"Let's just say I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to blackmail." He exhales in amusement.

Good, he didn't hear Penny hit on me. For some reason that itself is wildly embarrassing. She's gross.
"I like to think of it more as getting paid for my troubles," I laugh.

"May I ask who she is exactly?" His stupid hot voice riddled with curiosity.

"My dad's shitty girlfriend." I grumble.

"She seems like an... interesting person." He chuckles, voice laden in sarcasm, and I hear the soft "click" of a lighter in the background on his end.

I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall.
"You have no idea..."

Silence.

"...Look man, no offense, but why'd you call me back?"

He exhales a soft laugh. " '425-722-2137, hit me up. -Luca' Those are your words, are they not Lucas?"

I swallow hard, feeling burning heat go straight to my face. "Yeah, so?"

"So why did you give me your number, then?"

"I don't know, what made you decide to actually call back?" I retort, shutting my laptop.

"Lucas, I'm not answering your question 'till you answer mine," he laughs.

I curse under my breath, fidgeting with the laptop charging cord.

"What's it matter? Not like you wanted to talk to me anyway." I complain, hoping he'll just drop the whole thing. Sure, I could just hang up, but I don't want to... I like his voice. I like the way he says my name.

"That's not an answer," he scolds. Voice now authoritative, but playful.

... It kind of turns me on.

I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding in my chest. What would I lose by telling him? Nothing, I guess. Officer Hoffman's opinion of me won't change the trajectory of my life, and I can always hang up on him at any point.

Fuck it, he wants the real answer? I'll fess up.

"Look, I thought you were hot, okay? I thought maybe there was a chance you might be into it, maybe wanna hit me up. I know it was fucking stupid of me. I get it. So, if you're just gonna make fun of me go ahead and hang up already." My heart is in my throat, and the silence on his end might send me into cardiac arrest.

After just moments, but what felt like an eternity, a soft chuckle leaves him.

"Eighteen..." he sighs.

"Yeah, so?" I roll my eyes. Officer Hoffman saw my license; he knows how old I am. Why's he gotta rub it in this way? I get it. I'm no more than a stupid kid to him.

He sighs. "So, that makes you legal, Lucas."

Shoving an Oreo in my mouth, my mind races with possibility, hoping and praying he'll give me a chance. "Mmhmm?" is all I can manage, mouth full of more Oreo.

"You're a senior, right? At Sherman that is."

"That's right... " I mumble, chasing down my "dinner" with some juice.

"This feels so fucked up." He mutters softly, voice trailing off. After a beat he takes a deep breath then speaks. "Look, Lucas. You're a helluva lot younger than I'd ever go for, to be painfully clear."

My brain lags for a moment; is this his way of saying he's interested in me?
Does this mean he likes men? Maybe my gaydar doesn't suck...

"W-wait," I interject excitedly. "So, you're not straight?"

He laughs. "No Lucas, I'm not."

A huge grin spreads across my face. "Wait, seriously?"

"Seriously." He chuckles. "Look Lucas, I'll cut to the point. You're very pretty, that much is obvious, and I like your confidence. I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around the whole still-in-Highschool-barely-legal thing. It's pretty weird."

"Okay, but It's not my fault I turned eighteen last May! That's why I'm still stuck in school! I'm set to graduate this coming June, anyways. That's only 8 months away, and by then I'll be nineteen! Look, legal is legal." I protest, trying to make a good case for myself.

He sighs. "You're persistent, I'll give you that. What were you hoping to get out of it, Lucas?"

I grimace in defeat. He's probably not gonna go for it, but I choose to fess up and tell him anyway. He said he liked my confidence, so I'll show him more.
"Look, Officer Hoffman..."

"-Jae" he interjects. "Call me Jae."

Exhaling nervously, I mustered more courage because at this point, I've got nothing else to lose.

"Fine Jae, the short of it is I'm very curious. I've never been with a guy before, but it's all I can think about lately and I feel lost. I wanna experiment with somebody, but I don't have that somebody to experiment with, and I can't afford to fuck with a guy at school. I'm not ready for people to know this thing about me yet, not when I don't fully understand it myself... and my dad's a raging bigot. But you, well, you're kind of everything I've been craving. I want someone to fuck me and make me feel good. I want to try stuff out, see if I like it or not. I don't know. Call me shallow, but I'm looking for an experienced fuckbuddy to play around with."

My heart is pounding, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks as my confession goes out into the ether; Jae Hoffman now fully aware of the designs I had on him from the start. It's uncharacteristic of me to put myself out there like this, but there's a sense of security surrounding the fact he's a stranger. If Jae turns me down, well, it doesn't matter, and it's unlikely we'd ever see each other again anyways. I shove another Oreo in my mouth, anxiety wrapping its suffocating tendrils around my throat.

"I see." He says softly. I'm going to die of embarrassment, I just know it!

A few seconds pass before I hear him exhale, seeming to process everything I said thoroughly. Finally, he speaks again, and my heart jumps when I hear his stupid sexy daddy voice through the receiver. "You're sure that's what you want, Lucas? I'm a total stranger after all, and you know nothing about me. I could be terrible in bed."
He sounds more serious, and charged with a different kind of energy than he did just moments earlier. Something tells me Jae Hoffman is not terrible in bed; in fact, I bet on him being the exact opposite.

"I'm sure." I say bluntly, hoping he hears the resolve in my voice. Yeah, this is probably stupid of me. I just begged Jae Hoffman-the-stranger-cop to pop my gay cherry. He could be a psychotic asshole for all I know.

Yet, I push still.

"I need this, Jae." I murmur, my voice now hinging on shameless desperation.

He chuckles, but this time there's a darker edge to it. "Say please, Lucas, and don't talk with your mouth full."

"Please...?" I mumble, pausing to spit out the bite of pizza I just took.

"No, like you mean it Lucas. If you want me to fuck you, I'd like you to be clear and polite about what you want."

I can feel my cock get hard at the sound of his voice, feeling a bit breathless as the words echo in my head. There's dominance and control to way he speaks, and it's fucking hot. Thanks to certain "scientific research" I've been doing lately, I've discovered I might have some kinks and fetishes that I've yet to explore. I'm starting to wonder if Jae Hoffman might just be the man to help me out with that.

I smirk to myself and decide to push back just a bit, to how Jae responds.
"Jae, I basically asked you to fuck me. What's not clear about that?" As the words leave my mouth, my body begins to heat up with surprising intensity, heart racing to catch up with every breath I suck in.

"Don't be rude, Lucas. If you want my cock, you'll have to be good for me and ask properly. Manner's matter." Jae doesn't miss a beat, firing back with heated amusement in his deep voice.

"Be good for me," he said. I turn the words over in my mind and revel in them. Fuck, "be good for me." God, yes. Imma get off to this conversation later tonight.

"Be good, huh? Does being good get me a reward?" I choose to act stupid, drawing this out on purpose.

"What do you think, Lucas?"

"I think I've got a hard-on, Jae." I smirk to myself and adjust my dick, wondering how he's gonna respond to that information.

The line goes dead for a beat, and then Jae begins to hum thoughtfully.
"You're not to touch yourself tonight, Lucas."

"What?" I blurt out, feeling both called out and embarrassed at once.

"Don't interrupt Lucas, it's rude. You've yet to comply with the simple order I gave you previously, and that left me quite disappointed. If I knew you any better, I'd say it's almost as if you're looking to be punished."

I groan a bit, his words make me feel like a heated, needy little bitch. I really want to start jerking myself off, but I desperately want Jae to continue this little roleplay we've begun. I decided to give into Jae, just a tad, and see where this conversation might lead us.

"Please fuck me, Jae Hoffman." I murmur, my mouth gone dry the moment the words slip out of my lips.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval and scoffs, "Oh Lucas, you'll have to do better than that. Perhaps that might have sufficed if you'd complied the first time I asked, but you didn't. Now you've got to apologize. Apologize like a good boy, grovel just right, and I might let you to come tonight."

Suddenly, I could feel myself panting, and dropped my head against the back of my hand. Fuck. This is exactly what I've been craving so desperately. I drop my gaze to my cock, tented in my underwear and aching for release.

"Please forgive me." I mumble, balls throbbing. Jae's not even touched me, but my skin is on fire. I'm so riled up and all we've technically done is talk.

"That was fucking pathetic, try again Lucas." His voice was now dark and scolding.

Fuck.

I adjust my position in bed, hissing a bit at the pressure of the fabric against my arousal. The movement is almost enough to make me moan, but I just want relief, so I am determined to beg properly this time, and use a word I suspected he might like very much.

"Please, master. I'm begging you to forgive me, I was rude and behaved like the needy, selfish little bitch I am. I promise to be a good boy from now on tonight, I swear."

Jae huffs. "That was much better Lucas, I'm proud of you. I'll even admit I agree with you; you're most certainly a needy little bitch. Now, I'd like to hear you say it again, go on."

I can't help but moan as the words spill shamelessly from my mouth, eyes trained on my desperate cock. "I'm a needy little bitch, Master."

"That's right Lucas, you're a needy little bitch. And what exactly does my needy little bitch want again? Remind Master."

"To come." I whine, sucking in breaths. I brush my fingertips over my cock, and can't stifle the moan that escapes me, some pre-come leaving a wet spot behind.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself, 'needy bitch'?" Jae hisses through the receiver.

"N-no..." I whimper, dropping my head back against the wall. Holy hell.

"Punishment is in order, don't you agree?" He hums darkly.

"Yes Master."

"Master wants you to take your cock out, go on pet."

I groan and dig my cock out of my underwear desperately, whining as my fingertips brush the head, beads of pre-cum dribbling out at the contact. Hell, you'd think I hadn't jerked it in months, but I got off just last night. Jae is doing something crazy to my body with his words, and it's unlike anything I've ever experienced.

"Is it out?" His commanding voice interrupting the sound of my heavy breathing.

"Yes master, it's out..."

"Good, now flick your cock hard. Punish yourself." He orders coolly.

"W-what?" I sputter, staring at my erection hesitantly.

"This is your punishment, Lucas. Or was I not clear? You said you wanted me to play with you, so we're playing. Go on." His voice is cool, and even. Something tells me Jae's testing me, and I'm determined to show him I'm fucking serious about this.

I don't know why I want Jae Hoffman so bad, the perfect stranger, the cop who pulled me over just this morning, but he's all I've thought about since I laid eyes on him. Maybe I shouldn't want Jae this bad, but I do.

I fucking want him.