In the dimly lit squad room, the scent of leather and testosterone hangs heavy. Two gay cops, one black, one white, begin to rub their crotches through their pants, eyes locked in silent understanding. A third joins them, and they strip off their shirts, baring their muscular chests. They stroke each other, their erections straining against their uniform pants, until one by one, they cum, their loads dripping onto the floor, a testament to their shared desire and relief from the stress of the job.