In the morning, Jared woke well-rested and feeling relaxed. His only problem for the morning was his 9" hard-on demanding attention. He got with his piss hard-on acting like a compass needle and he headed for the bathroom. After some difficulty, he finished his morning piss and started the shower.
After getting in, he used some shower gel to wash his chest and abdomen. He allowed his hand to travel further down until it had taken hold of his cock. He stroked his hand lightly up the shaft and over the big red dick head and then back down again. Jared used one hand to rub and pinch his nipples and the other to play with his foreskin, sliding it up and over the big purple head.
'This one has to be quick. I have to get ready for work.' He thought to himself.
He leaned his forehead against the shower wall and then spread his legs wider, allowing the warm water to pour down his back and over his hairless muscled ass. Some of the water was flowing in between the cheeks of his ass and over his tight little rosebud too. The warmth felt heavenly. He was deep in his own thoughts of imagining his work partner Liam naked and was jacking faster.
Jared's muscled pelvis was moving now, thrusting his hard cock into his hand as the hand stroked down. His head tilted up and he began to groan as pulse after pulse of cum splashed onto the wall. He used his two hands to support himself for a minute, and then started to clean the mess off the wall.
Jared finished getting washed, turned off the shower, and got out. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off. "That wasn't a bad load at all this morning." He thought, looking back at the shower. Then chuckled to himself while thinking, "It's better with someone else, but this one wasn't bad. One of these days I'll find someone as a soul mate to share it with."
Later that morning, the call came in for injuries resulting from a domestic fight. The police were on scene when they arrived. Coming into the house with their jump kits, they found a man sitting on the couch, and they could see another man sitting at the kitchen table.
There were police officers with each of them. A Sargeant met them at the door and advised it was a domestic situation between two fags.
Jared looked him straight in the face with a very concerned look over what was said, and the Sergeant corrected himself.
"There is a domestic situation between two males, probably partners. We don't see anything serious but if you guys would check them over for us, it would be appreciated. Be careful of the big one on the couch though!" The Sergeant pointed at him as he spoke.
Jared nodded to the Sergeant, looked, and nodded with his head towards the man in the kitchen to his partner. He moved to the kitchen to look him over.
Jared strolled over to the bear of a man sitting on the couch. He was dressed only in a pair of boxers and a wife-beater. 'Ironic shirt for the situation' Jared thought.
Anyone could smell that he had been drinking a lot. The man had a shaved head, about 5'10" with dark hair across his shoulders disappearing under the front and back of the shirt. He was a solid man, not muscle but not fat.
"Hi, I am Jared. I would like to look at your injuries. Is that ok?" Jared moved closer to him and went down on one knee. The man looked up slowly. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a flushed ruddy complexion. There was a laceration, mostly crusted over above his right eye.
"I'm ok. The toaster hit my head when the little pansy over there threw it at me," he said.
Jared continued to look at him. "May I ask why he threw the toaster at you and how hard did it hit you?"
The man looked at Jared for a moment, then spoke. "None of your fucking business."
Jared locked eyes with him. He didn't know why this guy was toaster target practice earlier this morning but he could sense very strongly this man was going to explode at any second.
Jared moved backwards quickly to stand just as the man stood up, catching the police officer near him off guard. The man stepped up to the officer and hit him on the nose with an open palm. At the same time, he grabbed the officer's weapon from its holster and raised it, aiming at Jared.
Jared just stood there stoic, staring back at him. The Sergeant and other officer who were still in the kitchen had now drawn their weapons, and they were pointed at the man.
Out of the corner of Jared's eye, he could see his partner grab the other patient and pull him around the corner of the kitchen to safety.
The big man raised the gun, pointed it directly at Jared, and then spoke with menace. "Anyone moves, I pull the trigger. It will be your fault if I pull the trigger because you moved. I will have no blame. Understood?"
Jared stood still, looking at him - locking eyes. He had touched the man to check his wounds earlier and he had seen the torment within his head.
The man was married, a baby on the way, and two other kids at home. He was having a bisexual affair with the young man in the house when they were found by his wife's sister this morning.
His wife had been trying to call him, and when there was no answer, she had been concerned. She had sent her sister over to check on him. The sister had found them both in bed together. His only thought right now was that his life was over.
"Your life is not over. There is some rebuilding to be done, but it is not over." Jared continued to look at him, his voice very calm.
"I disagree."
The Sergeant had been trying to move slightly to get a better shot, but the man saw this. He swung the gun towards the Sergeant and started to pull the trigger. Jared continued to look at the man then mumbled something as his eyes flashed white for a split second. The man collapsed into a heap on the floor, dropping the gun.
The Sergeant and other police officers from the kitchen moved to grab and cuff him. It was a good thing they had cuffed him because he woke up right after and started yelling and thrashing. Other police officers rushed in through the front door at that time.
The police officer who had been smacked in the face was trying to get up when one of the other officers who had just arrived went to his aid. His nose was bleeding and Jared handed him a couple of gauze pads to hold on it.
"Get them both out of here and for booking - we will figure it out there!" The Sergeant yelled. After all the men hustled out of the house, the Sergeant and Jared were left alone. The Sergeant then yelled over his shoulder at the retreating men. "Get Officer Smyth checked out at the hospital."
"Get the gear back to the unit." Jared turned to his partner. Liam went out through the door looking like a pack mule in the Grand Canyon.
The Sergeant looked at Jared and breathed deeply. "You have nerves of steel. You didn't even flinch when he pulled the gun."
"I knew he had a head injury and he had been sitting for a while. I was calculating how long it would take for orthostatic hypotension to kick in." Thinking fast, Jared replied.
"What the fuck is ortho-something-tension?" The Sergeant pulled off a puzzled look and blurted out.
"Ever got up off the couch too fast and had the head spins? That is one form of it. I knew it would happen to him and I was watching his eyes for it to happen. I wasn't a hero in the least, just an educated paramedic." Jared laughed.
The Sergeant looked even more puzzled. "So what you are saying is if you are on the couch and want a beer, it's safer to send one of the kids or your wife for another beer?" He asked with a smirk.
"I am not going to acknowledge that elephant in the room." Jared laughed and offered his hand to the Sergeant. He took it firmly and shook it. There was a feeling of warmth between their clasped hands.
Jared could see the Sergeant's son had recently come out to him, and it had not gone well. Jared could also see that the Sergeant loved his child but was afraid to show it because he didn't understand his son making the choice of being gay. Into the subconscious of the Sergeant, Jared placed a couple of thoughts.
The first was "All people on the planet are the children of God the Creator and they do not choose who to love. True love between two people is beautiful and not an abomination. Your son's future education and career will make you proud."
The second thought Jared had placed into his mind was "hug your children often and always love them. You may not approve of their actions at times but you will always love them."
Then he saw something else and quickly added into the Sergeant's head, "Let your daughter have the cat."
Although they had only shaken hands for a couple of seconds, it seemed like an eternity had passed for the Sergeant. They released hands, and the Sergeant stepped back.
"As always, it is a pleasure to work with you and to have you guys here in domestic situations." Jared looked at the Sergeant who was shaking his head.
"Yes, thank you for your help, Jared." The Sergeant replied.
"Time to hit the road unless you need anything else." Jared looked at him.
"If we do, we know where to find you." The Sergeant said. Jared left for the ambulance.
They pulled away from the curb when another call came in for them to attend a serious motor vehicle accident. Jared acknowledged the call to dispatch while hitting the lights and siren. He looked at his partner Liam.
"Let's go!"