What Goes Around
by Topadaworld
Officer Brian Passmore decided to quit the police force the same way most people decide to quit a gym membership—suddenly, dramatically, and while driving past an exit ramp.
He veered off the RWR at Kerns Bridge, parked his cruiser on a random residential street, left the keys in it like a passive aggressive breakup note, and walked away. Anyone who saw him probably assumed he was filming a cologne commercial: tall, ginger, handsome, and built like someone who says “I don’t do cardio” but absolutely does cardio.
Brian figured he was still young enough to pivot into a career where his face could finally do the heavy lifting. Modeling? Influencing? Something where he didn’t have to fill out paperwork or get yelled at by people in bathrobes.
But the real reason he quit came down to two things:
A book about karma
A man in a green silk gown who nearly rearranged his jawline
Brian was convinced the two were spiritually connected.
The book claimed every action sends out energy—good or bad—and that energy eventually comes back to you.
Steal something? Maybe your dog gets hit by a bus.
Help someone? Maybe you find twenty bucks in a parking lot.
Brian thought it was nonsense… until he met Stephen Witherspoon, the human equivalent of a Greek god who shops at high end boutiques and has zero patience for police officers.
Stephen approached Brian like a runway model who’d just been told the lighting was “unflattering.” Long honey gold hair, a green silk gown draped over one shoulder, and a glare that could melt steel beams.
He opened with:
“I hate cops.”
Which, honestly, set the tone.
Stephen listed every police atrocity he could remember, and Brian—who was supposed to be listening—was instead mentally cataloging how many perps he’d slept with while on duty.
When he finally tuned back in, Stephen was mid rant about corruption, coverups, and how his house got shot up after he reported drug dealers.
Brian had no defense. So he defaulted to his usual strategy:
Be gross.
He hit Stephen with lines like:
“Pretty dress. You know what would look better on you? Me.”
and
“I could fall madly in bed with you.”
Stephen stared at him like he was a roach that learned to talk.
Then Brian winked.
Stephen’s fist responded.
Brian went airborne.
He hit the ground like a dropped mattress and blacked out to the sight of Stephen smiling like a man who’d just won a prize.
Another gorgeous man—Stephen’s friend Devin—arrived to join the fun, because of course Stephen only associates with people who look like they were sculpted by angels with too much free time. When Brian began to regain consciousness, he found himself stretched out upon a bed.
Stephen decided that Brian was overdressed for the occasion and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up over his head. Brian sighed in resignation and let Stephen do what he wanted. As the T shirt came off it mussed Brian’s dark hair and Devin remarked how cute he looked with his soft eyes. Devin came over to the bed to help Stephen finish getting Brian undressed. Stephen unsnapped the catch on Brian’s khakis and pulled down his zipper. As he worked the cargo pants down his legs, they hung up on Brian’s shoes.
Devin knelt down and undid the laces on his shoes. He pulled them off and let Brian’s pants fall the rest of the way off. Stephen reached into the fly of Brian’s CK's and fished out his cock. He wrapped his hand around the semierect shaft and began to work it up and down. Brian’s cock started to swell and grow in his hand as Devin took Brian’s left socked foot in his hands and lifted it up to look at the sole. "Hanes" it said, across the bottom of his toes. He admonished the officer for bring do tacky as to have worn white socks with black shoes.
Devin then slowly pulled off his sock. He repeated the action with the right foot and held both of Brian’s bare feet in his hands. He admired his feet they were perfectly shaped and his toenails were immaculately trimmed. The soles were soft and pink and not calloused at all. It was almost as if Brian had never gone barefoot in his life. Brian’s bare feet had a pleasant youthful fragrance, since Brian had taken a shower just before his arrival..
Stephen continued to jerk Brian’s hardening cock as he planted a lip lock on him and stuck his tongue in his mouth. Brian let his fingertips caress every inch of Devin's smooth skin as the two lads fondled and kissed one another.
Eventually coming up for air, Devin returned to gently massaging the soles of Brian’s feet, still admiring the ten perfectly shaped toes right in front of him. He leaned forward and took Brian’s big toe in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked it in and out of his mouth. He marveled at how warm and soft it was, like a miniature cock. Brian moaned and his breath came faster as Devin moved on to his second toe, and then the third, sucking and licking each one in turn.
Stephen was beginning to moan quietly as he sucked Brian, and Devin reached up and pulled the robe off of him, exposing his five inch hardon. Stephen and Brian were now kissing and fondling one another, and Stephen’s 5 inch cut dick was fully erect as Devin pumped it slowly, up and down. He could also see the first drop of precum forming on the tip of Brian’s dick, and it was already running down the pink shaft of the cop’s cock.
Devin decided to go for broke and starting licking the soles of Brian’s feet. He lapped at the soles like a self grooming cat, running his tongue from the heels, across the well defined arches, all the way up to the toes. Brian was getting really worked up now after all, an oddly beautiful man was jacking him off, and adorable elfish fellow was licking the soles of his feet and sucking his toes. He pulled off Stephen and reached a hand down to Devin, pulling him to his feet.
Stephen, completely naked, scooted over to the edge of the bed by Brian. Brian stood up, kissed Devin and began pulling his shirt over his head. Devin realized that he was the only one left with any clothes on! As Devin toed off his sneakers, Stephen reached for the snap on his cargo's and unzipped the fly, letting his pants fall to the floor. Devin stepped out of his pants and the two youths gently laid him back on the bed. Devin closed his eyes as Stephen kissed him and Brian began sucking on his nipples. Stephen pulled out of the kiss and moved down to help Brian with Devin’s other side, caressing his way down his stomach and sides.
Devin could feel the tension building in his body as Stephen kissed his stomach, pausing at his belly button for a second before moving on. Devin groaned as Brian kissed him once more. Stephen kissed the area just above Devin’s hard on, nuzzling his soft patch of blonde pubes. He decided to torment Devin by avoiding his cock altogether and continued kissing his way down to his thighs.
He licked and kissed the insides of Devin’s thighs, all the while thinking about Devin sucking him off earlier—how good it had felt, how warm his mouth was when he engulfed his cock, the shivers that ran up his spine and all the way back down to his toes when Devin had swirled his tongue around the head of his cock as he bobbed up and down. Stephen could still feel the cum traveling out of his balls and up the shaft of his dick as he unloaded in Devin’s mouth, curling his toes and thrashing around as Devin swallowed all of his cum.
Brian didn’t get a warning. Not even a shift in tone. One moment they were shoulder to shoulder, making love in a way that hit harder than two muskrats in the wild, and the next—
Stephen’s fist cracked across his jaw like a piece of bad news delivered with intent.
No hesitation.
No halfhearted swing.
Just a clean, brutal shot thrown by someone who’d already crossed whatever line existed between friendship and whatever this was now.
The world blinked out—consciousness peeling away as fast as the floor rushed up to meet him.
Brian woke up later in his squad car, relocated to a random empty lot.
For days afterward, Brian had dreams about the incident. Nightmares, technically. Though he’d never admit the part where Stephen looked amazing while punching him.
He quit the force.
He tried being polite.
He tried giving off “positive vibes.”
He even tipped his fedora at people like he was auditioning for a reboot of Singin’ in the Rain.
Then he ran into Aidan Walker, a beautiful young man in biker shorts, sipping Coke and reading Maxim.
Brian tried to be charming.
Aidan responded by smashing the Coke bottle over his head.
“That’s for Warren!”
Brian curled up on the ground like a shrimp in a frying pan.
After months of trying to be a better person, Brian realized something:
Karma wasn’t broken.
Karma wasn’t delayed.
Karma wasn’t “behind on payments.”
Karma was simply backlogged from all the garbage he’d done over the years.
But Brian, being Brian, decided the universe owed him interest.