Cruising Cop

By Ken James

Straight cop... Cruising for men...

Young Patrolman Sam Avery is straight, with a hot girlfriend, who can't get enough of his hard body. Everything is perfect...except for Sam's smoldering desire for another man.

Suppressed passions flare when Sam picks up a gay hustler and burst into flame with an ex-Marine stud who's ready, willing, and able to fulfill all of Sam's man-on-man fantasies.

What will Sam do, now that a hunky guy has turned him every which way but loose?

The over-sexed prologue to Bi-Cops.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Mar 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370885145

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Cruising Cop

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Ken James

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Copyright © 2018 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

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Dedication

Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

Contents

1 - Hot Hustler

2 - Naughty Girlfriend

3 - Big Black Stud

About Ken James

A preview of Bi-Cops

Other books by Ken James

1 - Hot Hustler

"You look like a cop." The kid was standing at the edge of the street, bent over to talk through the open car window.

Sam Avery smiled. I am a cop. The kid's expression didn't change. But I'm not here to bust you.

The kid's expression still didn't change. So what do you want?

Sam gestured at the cars behind his. It was Friday night and the line was exceptionally long. Sex. Same as those other guys.

The kid studied him briefly. All right. Ten for a blow job in your car. Fifty if you want anything else. And you rent the room.

Sam pulled three twenties from his wallet and held them out. This okay? The kid nodded. A horn honked behind them. Then get in.

The kid jumped in and closed the door. Sam pulled away from the young men spaced along the curb. During the day, this street was a major avenue. At night, this stretch belonged to the men. The women were two miles further south. The police swept the area every couple of months, driving the hookers and hustlers to other parts of town for a few days, but no operations were scheduled for the next few weeks.

You got a place? the kid asked. I know a cheap motel where they don't ask questions.

That'll be all right. Let's go.

Okay. It's the Victory Motel. You know where it is?

Yeah. It had been a hot sheet motel since his cop father's and grandfather's days.

Sam studied the kid in the glow from the passing streetlights. He was at least eighteen, unlike too many of the boys Sam had seen in the line tonight, and slightly built, with vaguely Mexican features. What's your name?

Pete. What about you?

Sam. He almost held out his hand, but caught himself. This was his first time, but he knew you didn't shake hands with hustlers.