Enjoying the mystery
At my place of employment (what, real life?), there is a security officer who is…words can’t really describe the hotness of him. There have been times I’ve responded to an issue and he’s been there (let’s call him Officer Do-Me) and I’ve literally lost my ability to speak. In his full uniform that makes his deep brown eyes pop and his tan seem tawny and golden–God, and those forearms–Office Do-Me is just breathtaking. And when it’s time for him to debrief me on what happens, Office Do-Me steps in close, into what would normally be the personal bubble that when invaded I get jittery and agitated but when it’s him I go a little weak in the knees, and in his deep baritone talks to me like a peer, a colleague, a friend, just one of the guys, to tell me what happened. And it gives me a reason to look at his mouth and jawline and wish that I were blind so I could say “May I please feel what you look like?” and Helen Keller all over his face.
Officer Do-Me is, in a word, perfection. Perfection dressed up like a security guard.
The other day I ran into him in a grocery store and the illusion was shattered. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and was pushing his (admittedly adorable) 2-year old son around in a shopping cart while he picked out about 14 Golden Delicious apples. And somehow, he just wasn’t as attractive as he normally is. I finished picking out my bananas (keep your snide comments to yourself, thank you), paid for my purchases and left, dismayed.
What was it about running into Officer Do-Me in public that made him less attractive? I talked about it with my friends, Sex-and-the-City style, and we finally came to the conclusion that without the uniform, there is no mystery. At work, he’s Officer Do-Me, and that’s all we know. The wedding ring could be for show. The uniform hides his body which could be lean and lithe or compactly muscled. The hat hides his eyes, which could be saying “We’re taking him downtown” or “I’m taking you downtown”. He could be a slow, languorous fuck or he could pull you into the bathroom and do you in the stall, with your pants around your ankles and his cock sticking through the fly of his uniform.
Seeing him as a normal person in a store buying groceries takes away that mystery. Seeing him with his son reminds you that he’s more than just Officer Do-Me. He’s Father Do-Me a father to someone. He’s a husband. Knowing those facts opens your mind up to so many other questions about him, real questions about his real life. And it takes the fun away.
Isn’t that why we role play, because of the mystery behind it? If your boyfriend/husband/fuck buddy/wife (why are you at a gay porn blog?)/whatever puts on a cop’s uniform, everything changes. Suddenly, you don’t know that person and you don’t know what’s going to happen in your little game. It’s the excitement of the unknown that makes that sex a little hotter. It’s why we go on roller coasters, or go exploring the woods, or watch horror movies. For the rush of adrenaline. That adrenaline during sex that makes your orgasm mindblowing.
The moral of the story is…well, I don’t really know. Officer Do-Me just walked by and waved and winked and I forgot everything I was thinking about. I guess the moral of the story is enjoy the mystery. Everything you need to know, you will in due time.
-Stephen
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