Chapter One: Invasion
Well, you can't say he didn't warn you,
I thought to myself. This was the third time this week Derek signaled interest in fooling around and then ended up falling asleep. It was a mixed blessing because, on the one hand, I had finally met a guy who checked a lot of boxes. Handsome, muscular, reserved and inked, but not overly tattooed like some guys I've seen when vacationing and on the beach. And perhaps the three most attractive qualities: protectiveness, honesty and boyishness.
Derek, or "Officer Derek" as I playfully called him, had been with the NYPD for 15 years but looked like he could have graduated as a cadet not more than five years ago. He was as strait-laced as they came. He shaved every day, shined his shoes with military precision, kept his hair cut short and exclusively wore tighty whities - full-rise white Jockeys - which I had developed a kink for decades earlier but was a quality rarely I had seen with any of the guys I'd previously been with.
The past year had been great, and we had agreed to move in with each other as a sign of how serious things were. Officer, now
Lieutenant
Derek, had been sleeping over nearly every night, so it only made sense. Whether it was because he was a cop or just because of his physique and how he carried himself, he made me feel safe. The only flaws were the early mornings, the long days and the unpredictable hours he kept. You couldn't blame him, but it was frustrating that sex had dwindled to only once per week after just a year. Derek had a habit of stripping down to his briefs after dinner, climbing into bed and falling asleep within about five minutes. I looked at the clock—10 past 10. Derek, eyes closed, lay on top of the sheets, clad in just a navy NYPD t-shirt and his usual white Jockeys.
I walked over, kissed him on the forehead and then playfully caressed his crotch through his briefs. I felt his dick respond by twitching and becoming slightly erect inside the white cotton.
Would I get lucky on this Tuesday night?
I thought for a second until Derek exhaled, his lips popping and making an extended, whispered
puh
sound as he did.
Nope. He's out for the night
. This was the sound he made nightly as he fell into the light stages of sleep. His lips popped with a "puhhhhh" sound as he rhythmically breathed. You knew within 10 minutes or so, he'd be sawing wood. While snoring might have been a dealbreaker for some guys, it was not for me. There was something oddly reassuring and manly about it. A protective cop, at his most vulnerable, lying next to you. I felt secure with Derek at my side in bed.
I decided I wasn't quite ready for bed, so I went to the living room to pour myself a nightcap. Through the paper-thin wall my living room shared with Jimmy and Carlos's bedroom, the couple next door, I could hear their moans of mutual pleasure. Jimmy and Carlos had only been a couple for about six months, but their sex appetite was insatiable. I could set my watch by their nightly routine. I had known Jimmy ever since I had moved into the building, and we'd occasionally hang out together, check on each other's apartments if one of us traveled, that type of thing. We weren't besties, but we were completely comfortable with each other. One day, while running into him getting mail in the lobby, I jokingly asked him how his hole could take their nightly ritual.
It's my jaw you should be worried about,
he replied slyly.
Carlos insists we 69 every night when we get into bed. Says it helps him sleep. It certainly wears me out, although we're both still trying to wean off the Ambien. Jimmy, like you, was a chronic insomniac.
Oh?
I inquire.
Yeah,
he says.
Our trick to a good night's sleep these days seems to be popping our Ambien by 9:45 and then doing the nasty just as it starts to kick in. We're both out like lights afterward.
He leans in and whispers
The other night, I woke up at 3 a.m. with dried cum on my mouth and his dick still in my face,
he chuckled naughtily. But then his expression became serious.
Are we bothering you? Cause I'll tell him we should keep it down.
Nah, it's all good,
you smile back.
I'm secretly hoping us hearing you gives Derek a hint,
you wink as you walk towards the stairs up to your apartment.
Alas, no luck this Tuesday evening as I walk over to the bar to pour myself a whiskey, listening to Jimmy and Carlos, both verbal during sex, with their dicks in each other's mouths. I had just placed the bottle back when I heard the floor creek behind me, and a pair of solid arms gave me a bear hug.
Am I gonna get lucky after all tonight?
I said out loud, anticipating Derek behind me. I felt the two hands gently but firmly grab mine, tugging them behind my back.
Ooooo. A little aggressive. Aren't we, Officer Derek?
I teased. But then something strange. Something plastic-like slip around my wrists, tightening with an audible clicking sound. I then realized it wasn't Derek. As my hands were quickly secured with the zip ties, I turned towards my apartment door and saw a man in a mask quietly closing and locking it behind him.
Hey! What are you...
I started to yell when a hand from behind quickly stuffed a large wad of cloth in my mouth.
