Six Senses

I wrote this story , really a series of
six interrelated parts , last year .
The overall theme is mature , it is not
nearly as dialogue - heavy as most of
my other work. If description and introspection
is not your thing , pass.

There is much here many will not agree
with , especially in later chapters.

Thank you for your time , and as always
I hope you enjoy .

Moon






Ted likes to look.

He's not the only one, of course. They all do it . It's one of those unwritten rules among straight guys that's always broken . Sometimes it's casual , a glance at a guy's pecs as he hauls his sweaty T-shirt over his head . Other times it's more blatant ; the locker room bravado of a bunch of naked , horny guys blowing off steam after a grueling day at work ." Mine's bigger than yours ; yeah ? Get it up and prove it , dick-head , ah ha-ha-ha-ha..."

For Ted , it's more than a hobby or curious obsession . Simply put , naked bodies fascinate him . He remembers being stunned silent that first time in the locker room in junior high . All that bare flesh on display for the first time in his life . No dad at home , and no brothers either , you see . Just two older sisters , who wisely kept
their nosey little brother locked out of the bathroom at all times .

Now , in the precinct locker room , he's surrounded by it on an almost daily basis. He's become highly adept at peeping without being caught. Junior high taught him that , too . It only took one smack upside the head from Leon Jeffrey to set him straight . He never wanted the burning shame of , " hey white boy , whatcha
lookin' at , you a faggot ? " hollered across the shower room again . Eighth graders can be very blunt , and incredibly cruel .

So he builds a catalog of quick looks that don't linger , but that's okay; his memory is nearly perfect for detail . It's the same skill he uses when his eyes sweep a crime scene and catch a smudge of fingerprint on a dirty window pane . His private images are oh so much better , though . He knows things , from looking . Knows
things about his collegues they probably don't even know about themselves.

Drake has no hair across his shoulders , but he has an almost perfect diamond of it on his lower back . It's a darker blondish-brown than what's on his head , but not as dark as what's between his legs . His chest , likewise , is bare ; his nipples free of hair and very pink . Another diamond lays on his belly , then a trail runs
down , down , and his thighs and calves are well furred . There's peach fuzz on his ass . Ted imagines how soft it must feel .

Ryo's light blonde hair is nearly black when he gets it wet . It smooths back from his face as he tips his head back to luxuriate under the spray . Ryo is what Ted privately calls " GQ gorgeous " . He's as beautiful , head to toe , as a male model ,and as perfectly groomed . Ted remembers Leon Jeffrey , and vows to keep his thoughts
about Ryo's looks a secret .

Dee has a lot of scars . Testament to a rough life , indeed ; dumped in an alley as a newborn , growing up on the streets as a child . There's one on his forehead above his left eye .( " Flyball in the out field that got lost in the sun , 6th grade . " ) Another . a silvery crescent , just under his rib below the armpit . ( " Stabbed . Trust me , Ted , you do not want to know the when or why . " ) His knees are calloused from kneeling at confessional ,
and there's a gunshot wound that took a chunk out of his left thigh .

These scars are no secret to Dee , of course , and he doesn't care . He's a green-eyed , black haired strutting peacock who knows he's hot and wears his battle scars like a badge of honor . Ted knows the story behind every one , because he's asked , and Dee will gladly tell . And Ted remembers everything .

JJ , on the other hand , is the closest thing to flawless Ted's ever seen--outside of an airbrushed playboy centerfold , that is . The first time Ted saw JJ in the buff , it was from behind . Ted nearly had a heart attack , thinking he'd walked in to the women's locker room by mistake .

JJ's body is as slim as a girl's , and very pale , with hardly any freckles or moles to be seen . His mother is Scandanavian , he'd told Ted once , and growing up in Southern California she was fanatical about sun damage . JJ never set foot on the beach without
being slathered in sun screen . It's probably why he looks barely out of his teens at twenty-seven ; that and the fact he's never smoked .

JJ's body is nearly hairless too , except for his head , pits and pubes . When the soap sluices down his chest and thighs as he's washing , Ted can barely restrain himself from going over and running his hands through the suds, and the creamy skin below . He's not gay , he's not even hard thinking about this . It's just that no one , no man , at least , should be that smooth .

Commisioner Rose has a body- builder's physique . Ted knows he's over forty , but has seen him wrestle men half his age in hand to hand demos in the gym . He's not the biggest cop he's ever seen , oh no ; but Christ , is he strong .

Ted's seen him benchpress over 300 pounds , run full out on the treadmill , and squat nearly Ted's own body weight . There's not an ounce of fat on him , because really , that would be so low class . And the commisioner is the classiest bastard Ted's ever seen .

Ted thinks about these things as he dries his red hair , listening to the banter of the other guys as they get ready to leave the locker room . Ryo and Dee are making plans for later that evening , Dee's teeth are very white against his skin as he smiles . JJ watches jelously out of the corner of his eye , bites his lip and looks down . Drake uses that moment to ruffle JJ's hair and invite himself over for pizza . JJ happily calls him a mooch , but the delight in his face quickly replaces the saddness in his eyes .

Ted catches Drake's eye and gives him a wink . Drake makes a face , but leaves with JJ chattering busily at his side . Ryo is saying something to Dee , his long fingers absently straightening his lover's shirt collar . Rose gathers his tolietries and moves
off to the shower . And Ted sits , bends to tie a shoe , and quietly watches the commisioner's towel drop.