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Dirty Boy

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Detective Kevin Ryan stood in front of the apartment door, too nervous to knock. His heart raced. For months he suspected that Jenny and her new boss, Emmett, were having an affair. She came home late most nights, and more often than not, there was the faint smell of men's cologne on her clothes. Something had to be going on between them. Kevin felt he had no other option than to meet with Emmett and talk to him man to man.

He finally worked up the courage to knock. A handsome man answered; he towered over Kevin. "Can I help you?" The man asked. Kevin recognized his cologne. He smelled it on Jenny nearly every night.

"I would like to talk to you about my wife." Kevin responded. Although he wanted to maintain eye contact with Emmett, he found it difficult to keep his gaze.

Emmett gestured for Kevin to enter his apartment. The space was large and filled with exquisite art and high-end furnishings. Kevin brushed the mud off of his old pair of oxfords and entered the home. "Who is your wife?" The man asked with a knowing grin across his face.

"Jenny, Jenny Ryan." Kevin replied nervously. "She spends a lot of time with you, and I need that to stop."

"Are you asking me to fire her?" Emmett stepped close to Kevin, so close that Kevin could feel each exhale against his face.

Kevin contemplated Emmett's question. Jenny was intelligent and charismatic. She could easily get another job. "I’m not saying that.” He hesitated for a moment before adding. “Why, would you actually consider it if I asked?"

Emmett nodded. "Sure, but it would cost you."

"You want me to pay you to fire my wife?" Kevin asked. The pitch of his voice rose.

"Of course not!"

Kevin laughed nervously. "Oh, okay I--"

Emmett lifted up Kevin's chin, forcing Kevin to make eye contact with him. "I'll give you what you want if you do something for me." Emmett paused for a moment. He gripped Kevin's chin more firmly and pulled him in closer. "Jerk off right here, right now." He slowly released Kevin from his grasp.

"What? I’m not gay!"

Emmett shrugged. “I didn’t ask if you were."

Kevin studied Emmett’s face to determine if he was joking. He looked completely serious. Kevin thought about Jenny, and how she actually worked for this pervert. He thought about all the ways this man might degrade her if she continued to work for him. "Um...that's a little too weird for me."

Emmett stepped towards the door and opened it. "It's your choice."

Kevin glanced down at his wedding ring. He felt so lost these last few months. He wanted everything to go back to the way it had been before Jenny's new job. If humiliating himself in front of some sleazeball meant he might be able to fix his marriage, maybe it was worth it? Kevin lowered his head and slowly undid his buckle. A grin formed across Emmett’s face. "Get over there." Emmett gestured to a chair.

Kevin kept his head down as he walked towards the chair and sat. He did not want to acknowledge the presence of another man in the room any more than necessary. He sat still for several seconds reflecting on the situation. "What are you waiting for?" Emmett asked.

"Could you turn least in the beginning?"

"You're a lot shyer than your wife," Emmett grumbled as he turned his body around. Kevin contemplated what exactly that meant, but decided it was probably better not to know the details. He unzipped his trousers and glanced up at Emmett. Although still turned around, Emmett carefully observed him through the reflection on his television screen. Kevin felt nauseous at the sight of being watched. There had to be a better way to solve his marital problems than to actually go through with masturbating in front of another man.

"I can’t. I don't feel right about this.” Kevin began to zip himself up.

Emmett turned around and walked towards the chair. He bent down in between Kevin's legs. "Jenny always talks about how uptight you are. I see what she means." Emmett slid his hand up Kevin’s leg and proceeded towards his cock, but Kevin pushed him away. He wanted to punch Emmett but something stopped him. Perhaps it was because Emmett was so much larger than him, or perhaps his own sense of guilt prevented him from taking his anger out on another person. After all, no one forced Kevin into this situation. He had entirely himself to blame.

“I have to go. I'm...I'm working on a big case.” Kevin stood up to leave.