Ian Tyler Erotica
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The Line-Up
🕑 Added 2023-08-08 23:03:03 +0000 UTCAfter looking at it again, the inspiration photo isn't even the background I remembered, but I was so into the story that I apparently just went with it. Hope you like this original, one-part story!
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When he found out that the guys in police line-ups made $100 for two hours of work, he eagerly signed up. They'd have the suspect in another room until the last moment, and the other five guys would just walk in with him, stand there for about five seconds, and then they'd walk back into the holding room to hang out.
It was a great gig until it wasn't. They were looking for a go-go boy who'd stolen some cash at a club downtown, and he'd been wearing nothing but a pair of tight, white briefs that night. To get a positive match, all of the other guys had to wear the same outfit. They’d been asked to wear a certain shirt before or maybe a hat, but this was a brand-new scenario.
Walking in, they all looked a bit bashful so exposed under the hot lights.
“Okay, Number 1, please step forward, do a full spin, and walk back.”
One by one, they each did what was asked of them, showing off almost every inch of their body to the unknown number of people behind the two-way mirror. With the mic turned off, the witness was talking with the detective.
“I’m still not sure- the event was a blur.”
“Tell us exactly what happened again- maybe some clue can help us narrow it down.”
“Okay, I was at Rooster’s, and one of the go-go boys came up to me wearing briefs just like they have on. He then pulled them down, waved his cock- I’m sorry, waved his penis at me, and then he grabbed my phone and ran while I was distracted.”
The lead detective looked over at his partner who just shrugged his shoulders- he knew that he wasn’t going to be the one that made the call. Turning on the mic again, the detective gave one more directive.
“Okay, Number 1, please step forward, lower your underwear, and wave your penis around. You may then walk back into the line-up.”
We weren’t supposed to talk in the room, but we quickly shared side-eyed glances, hoping to convey through body language how messed up this was. If a different guy had been in the first spot, maybe this would have gone differently, but there was no point in going through the what-ifs again… what happened, happened.
Number 1 stepped forward, and without hesitation, flopped his dick over the waistband of his briefs, helicoptered it around, and then walked back without even covering up again. Then, Number 2 did the same thing, even though there was definitely less movement on his rotations. Just like the first guy though, he didn’t put his dick away- oh my gosh, we might be standing here for a while, just exposed to anybody back there.
I was Number 3, and when I stepped forward, the lights seemed even brighter now as I took a deep breath and lowered my briefs. My pair was definitely tighter than I would have bought, and I had to really lower them to get my dick into view. As I began gyrating, I could feel the blush spreading across my face as I somehow resisted the urge to cover myself or run out of the room. Once I was done, I could feel my briefs slip down my thighs, and when I bent down to pick them up, I heard the intercom sound again.
“Number 3, you can just leave those there. Number 4, please step forward.”
What the fuck?
I was expected to just stand here completely and totally naked?! I didn’t have much of a choice though as I stepped back and had to stand there for another agonizing minute under the hot lights with sweat pouring down my body. I was glistening now, as if I was just holding a neon sign to get people to turn their eyes towards me even though I wanted to remain unseen.
Finally, our time was up, and I could finally grab my briefs. We were walking out, and I stepped out of line to grab them, but the cop was already scooting me along. His hands lingered a bit too long on my body as he kept me on my path, and before I knew it, I was back in the corridor heading to the holding room still naked. My clothes were there, seconds away, but that didn’t matter when everyone in the crowded hallway was seeing me now.
I was mortified, but it would only get worse, even after I was dressed again.
The witness behind the two-way mirror had actually known instantly who the go-go boy was- he looked nothing like us under the bright lights. He wasn’t the only one he recognized though- he knew me. He was one of the other waiters that I worked with at my main job, and he took his chance while he had it.
As he walked out the main entrance of city hall, he pulled out his phone from his breast pocket and began to look at the video that he’d somehow taken without anyone noticing…
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Joseph
Devious!
