Page 38 of Bazooka

After we entered the fun park, Luz stopped abruptly because, “I need a smooch.” He pressed his lips to mine, making me forget where I was and what I was doing.

A long-lasting blank ensued during which we kept kissing way too indecently.

Why? Because I could vaguely remember cupping his crotch when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Mister Bazooka?”

Luz choked with laughter.

“ Mister Bazooka,” he murmured before turning to look at the person who spoke. “Hello, Mr. Matlock. It’s nice to see you again. I must also report that our pipes are still in order. No flood in our apartment.”

Our apartment?

Mr. Matlock chuckled.

“That’s good to hear, young man. It’s Luz, right?”

“Yup.”

When Mr. Matlock’s gaze shifted to me, I forced a smile.

“You’ve got yourself a nice lad there, Mr. Bazooka,” Mr. Matlock said with a mischievous grin. “I’m a hopeless romantic, so I have to ask… Do I hear wedding bells?”

I blinked. The… what?

Luz chuckled. “Baz hasn’t proposed yet, but when he does, I know just the answer I’ll give him.”

They both laughed while I considered all the legal options that would prevent Luz from speaking. A court order would do it, maybe. An arrest, unlikely. A ball gag? Tempting, oh, so tempting.

After Mr. Matlock said goodbye, Luz looked at me with a teasing smile.

“You look constipated, Baz. Do you need to poop?”

I smiled sweetly.

“You’ll regret this, pest. Mark my words.”

“What will you do to me, Alisson?” he said, nudging my arm. “Make me say three Hail Marys? Handcuff me to bed? Fuck me into submission, perhaps?”

“Maybe I won’t fuck you at all,” I threatened. It was a bluff, of course, because I planned to fuck him into the first wall the second we came back home.

Luz frowned. “Now, that’s just mean.”

I found myself scanning our surroundings, which wasn’t all that surprising, being a cop and all.

I couldn’t see anything suspicious, but for some reason, I felt strangely nervous.

Maybe because I had a faint recollection of visiting a fun park with my parents when I was a kid.

It was probably my last memory of them alive, and I didn’t like going back there.

“Can we go now?” I said, glancing toward the exit anxiously.

“But we just got here,” Luz complained. “We didn’t do anything.”

“I beg to differ. We probably shocked a few people with that kiss, for which I should have arrested us.”

After I dissuaded him from taking the Ferris wheel because it was an accident waiting to happen, Luz convinced me to buy us cotton candy.

The last thing a cop would want was to be spotted with cotton candy in his hand, so I ate the damn thing as fast as I could.

After Luz suggested a drink to wash it down, I agreed, because watching him slobber over that candy gave me a semi.

I let him lead me to a beer stand, hoping it would help with my (literally) growing problem.

We had a few rounds of beer while playing billiards when I realized he’d bamboozled me.

Hoodwinked me. Double-crossed me. Every time he shot the ball, he would stick his ass out so invitingly, all I could think about was my dick in it.

And every time he did it, he would look at me over his shoulder to check if I was looking.

“You will regret this,” I bit out.

He grinned and blew me a kiss, knowing exactly what I was talking about. So, yeah, the little brat was diabolical, but I had a way of dealing with that; we just needed to get home first.

I left him alone for five minutes to use the toilet, only to find him surrounded by three guys and one girl. I kindly asked them to piss off, which convinced everyone except one dude. His problem was that he had muscles bigger than Canada and an IQ smaller than a billiard ball.

“I was just buying him a drink,” he informed me. “I didn’t know he was—”

“Taken.” I filled the gap. “Fuck off.”

Luz looked at me wide-eyed.

So what? He was taken. For the evening.

The guy was still staring at me, probably deciding if he should risk having his teeth kicked in.

I cocked my eyebrows. “You’re still here, tool. Leave before I shove a billiard stick up your ass.”

He gulped and retreated, surprising me with his acumen.

Luz chuckled, clapping his hands. “Ooh, Daddy. That was some possessive shit. And I almost caused a brawl! Well done, me.”

“Call me daddy one more time and I’ll put you over my knee,” I said through my teeth.

“Promise?” he said, winking at me and sauntering to the table. I was ogling his ass when he said over his shoulder. “Like what you see, Baz?”

When I walked up to him and pressed my raging erection against his ass, he gasped.

“Holy shit!” he breathed, wide-eyed. “Did I do that?”

“Home,” I said through my teeth. “Now.”

“You’re hard as fuck, Daddy. How…” He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “How many loads do you have for me there, huh? Three? Four? You gonna stuff me good tonight, huh? Gonna feed me, Daddy?”

I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him after me because enough was enough.

Walking presented a challenge with my hard dick trapped in my pants, but I managed to get Luz out of the park.

I took his hand in mine and told him to hurry the fuck up, ignoring his protests, pleas, and objections.

When he stopped in front of the lady who was selling flowers, I got an instant headache.

“No,” I said firmly when he grabbed me by the arm and made me look at him.

“Please, Baz,” he said, pouting. “Buy me flowers, or you’re not getting in my ass tonight. I’m not even joking.”

Now, threatening to withhold sex was a serious offense in my book, so I put it on the list of things to punish him for. When he stood on his tiptoes to whisper in my ear, I braced myself for the worst.

“Wouldn’t you like to see your cum dripping out of my ass, Baz?” he whispered, his lips brushing my earlobe. “Maybe push it back inside me where it rightfully belongs? Then maybe… stuff me with another load, huh?”

I swelled in my pants like a goddamn balloon (again), and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Or think.

“Ok-kay,” I stammered. “I’ll buy you flowers. Whatever you want.”

Luz cocked his eyebrows. “Whatever?”

I was trying to control myself, but my eyes already searched for the first darkened, empty alley. Why? So I could engage in a very illegal act of public sex, then arrest myself for it because that brat drove me fucking insane.

Luz grinned and kissed my cheek before I could act on it. “I’m just teasing you, Baz. You can park your dick in my ass and never leave.”

Before I could tell him to shut up, he pointed at the red flowers with the yellow spiky thing sticking out of them. “Ma’am, can I please have a bunch of those penis-shaped ones? My boyfriend will pay. It’s our first date.”

The list of his offenses was getting thicker than a dick in my pants, but I reminded myself he would soon pay the piper.

So, I paid for the flowers and let him put his hand in mine as we headed home…

finally. Then that weird feeling from earlier returned, but this time I chose not to ignore it.

We didn’t have a tail because I would have spotted it, but I have been a cop for too long not to know when something was off.

I scanned the street and told Luz to hurry up before texting Adam.

Me: I need a patrol car with eyes on my building tonight.

Adam: Consider it done. Is everything okay?

Me: I hope so.

“Everything okay?” Luz asked me the same thing when we reached our floor.

I forced a smile before opening the front door.

“Just work.”

I went inside first, trying to appear casual while making sure we didn’t have any unwanted visitors.

After I checked all the rooms, I looked out the window.

Again, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Was I being paranoid? It was entirely possible because, since Luz entered my life, I wasn’t behaving like myself.

I spotted a car across the street, and I didn’t like it because it was there in the morning, too.

“It’s Vincent.”

When Luz spoke, I looked at him.

“That car you have been eyeing,” he added. “It’s my bodyguard, Vincent. He’s kinda cute.”

First, I felt relieved.

Then, I felt enraged.

He’s kinda cute?

Luz put the flowers into a vase, smiling widely. “They look lovely, don’t they?”

I walked up to him just as he reached for the bag of cherries, but I was faster. I threw him over my shoulder as he squeaked in surprise.

“Hoo… what’s going—?”

I carried him to the bedroom and threw him on the bed as his eyes widened in shock.

“B-but, the cherries,” Luz mumbled, as I started to unbutton his shirt. It took too long because my fingers fucking shook, so I ripped it apart. At the sight of his naked chest, I put my lips to his skin, licking my way up, feeling ravenous.

“Baz… the cherries… in the fridge… please!”

“Fuck you, Luz,” I growled, pulling away from him and rushing to the kitchen. After I threw the damn cherries into the fridge, I returned to the room only to see Luz’s crushed expression.

“It’s stuck,” he breathed, looking at his crotch. “The damn zipper is stuck, Baz.”

When I pulled my engorged cock out of my pants, his eyes widened comically.

“It wasn’t this big this morning,” he muttered, gulping. “Was it?”

I smiled sweetly. “Let’s deal with this first, shall we?”

When I tore the zipper in half, he gasped in shock. “Those are my favorite jeans, asshole!”

“I will buy you new ones,” I growled, pulling both his jeans and boxers down his hips. “Where’s that fucking thing… what’s it called…?”

Luz reached under his pillow and tossed lube at me.

“Here. Fucking hurry.”

“Give me that cushion,” I said, wiggling my fingers in urgency. “Roll over onto your belly. Now… fucking now!”

When he did what I said, I pushed the cushion under his crotch, so his ass was elevated just the way I wanted it. I was slathering lube all over my dick when I noticed his hips moving.