Jordan had no other excuse for it other than he liked feeling pretty. He liked sitting in his car and idly driving around Beacon Hills, waiting for the radio to spring to life and tell him where he was needed while feeling the snug fit of his cock in the panties he wriggled into this morning, or the welcome pressure of the lacy bra he donned around his ribs.

It was a secret indulgence; waking up extra early so he could admire himself in the mirror before he had to pull on uniform pants and khaki shirt. Turning this way and that and watching how the frills looked against his skin, fingers rubbing across the material just to feel it tickle.

He suspected a few of the people in the precinct knew. Especially the ladies threw him knowing looks after he had to bend over a table, shirt pulling tight across his back and giving away the outline of his bra – nobody had said anything about it, though.

It made it almost even better. It made him feel like he could sit down with them one day and talk about where to buy the best things. Maybe slowly unbutton his shirt to show them how good his pecs looked.

Jordan loved fantasizing about a scenario  like that when he was home alone, tracksuit bottoms around his knees as he rubbed the heel of his hand across his dick until the wet head popped out of the elastic band, balls full and heavy in the delicate confines.

He often thought about going out and into a club where it was okay to show off. Thought about faceless individuals sitting and watching as he stripped for them and showed them how pretty he was. He probably would never have the nerves to do so – but it was nice to think about it anyway.

Eyes squeezed shut and head falling back against his couch as he was far away in his head, fingers rubbing endless circles around the smooth, swollen head of his cock until he nearly couldn’t take it anymore; at which he had to restrain himself and pull his hand away from his poor cock; watch it flex and bob as much as it was able to.

Jordan didn’t often allow himself to cum but that made it all the better.

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