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MY LIFE 01
MM, ANAL, ORAL
Homer Rios (writerbear2000@yahoo.com)
Sunday, July 1, 2007
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COPYRIGHT INFORMATION:  Copyright to Homer Rios and
the WRITERBEAR Corporation 2007.

WARNING:  Must be 18 to 21 years of age to read this
story, and not offended by stories of homosexual
nature.  If you are offended by this sort of material
leave and go elsewhere.
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CHAPTER ONE:  WHERE IT ALL BEGAN

I graduated from Central Valley High School in 1992,
at seventeen years old and a year ahead of the 1993
graduation date.  I graduated first of the class but
could not have valedictorian because I was not
actually part of the graduating class.  I didnt care
I was getting out of high school and finally into
college.

I was able to snag several scholarships and had a
college fund that my parents set up for me when I was
younger.  So I didnt have to work and would be able
to study and have a good time, like any other college
student.  Without my parents funding I wouldnt have
been able to go to school without getting a job or
two.  So I was excited that I could concentrate on my
studying and not have to worry about work too.  My
life was set.

The night after graduation my parents and my brother
went on a vacation that was going to take them away
from the house for two and half weeks.  I had the
house to myself and decided to use this time to get my
dorm room straightened up and relax.  I had the dorm
room, a single room in the campuss new dorm units,
fixed up in about five hours, and decided to go out
with my friend Felix and Gary.

We went to the movies and then to an Italian
restaurant for dinner and retired to my house, so Gary
could pick up his car and go to work.  Gary was lucky
in that he had a job with his family doing real
estate, and flipping houses, so he decided not to go
to college and just ride on the coat tails of his
familys money.  The truth is I could have done the
same but I didnt really want to work for my familys
corporation.  

Felix and I retired to my bedroom with a couple of
bottle of beers and just relaxed bullshitting about
life now that I was out of high school.  Gary and
Felix have one more year, but they both will most
likely take their GED so they could get out sooner
too.

I cannot believe that bastard Damon broke up with you
like that, and then fucking has the gull to snub you
at the ceremony.  Felix said referring to my
ex-boyfriend, a beautiful African-American, captain of
the football team hunk.

We were seeing each other since my freshman year after
I tutored him in a math class and started to hook up
after I sucked his nine-inch cock.  He knew he was gay
but was not comfortable with it yet, and knocked up a
cute white girl, and decided to do the right thing and
marry her.  He vowed to me the night he came to me
with the information that he will always love me, but
he has a wife and a kid soon on its way that he has to
be a father to and he will be there for the
childunlike his father.  I understood, but it still
hurt.

He had to do what he had to do.  I said trying to be
diplomatic even though I was pissed off about it all,
but couldnt change anything.

I was also pissed at myself for not being able to have
a decent relationship with any of the people that I
dated.  My first boyfriend in junior high school, was
only interested in sex, but didnt want to talk
afterwards or acknowledge me on campus.  My second
boyfriend acted like a fairy and was pissed off
because I wouldnt come out.  My third boyfriend was
too violent, and couldnt admit that he was gay.  Then
Jerome goes and knocks up a white girl.

I knew Gary and Felix since grammar school and Felix
and I explored what it was like to be gay together,
while Gary insisted on the delusion of being bisexual.
 The three of us had a tight relationship and were
there for each other no matter what.  Felix has been
there a lot in the last couple of months getting me
through the break up and graduation ordeal.  

He cheated on you with that white bitch!  Felix
said.

Patricia and he were the home coming king and queen,
and they fucked around a lot.  The more I think about,
the more I think he was bi.  My aunt saw them at the
wedding and said they are adorable.  I said.

We talked for about an hour and got through four
beers, when Felix came up to me and began kissing me,
exploring my mouth with his tongue and undressing me. 
My tongue did a dance with his and my hands found
Felixs clothes to stripe him naked.  Weve only
sucked each other off or masturbated to a few gay
videos that he stole from the adult bookstores trash
can.

I wanted to that for a long time.  Felix said
breaking the kiss and sitting back on his heels.

Felix is a cute Mexican guy that was about 55 about
120 pounds, no hair on his body, and an eight-inch
uncut cock.  He has brown hair that he keeps in a crew
cut and blue eyes thats to die for.  I loved him like
a brother, and I know he felt the same for me.  Our
bond has always been strong even when we fought.

You going to give or receive?  I asked.

I want both.  He said with a smile.

I thought it would be awkward but our bodies moved in
a rhythm that was like this was all meant to be.  He
laid me back onto the bed kissing me and massaging my
body.  My hands explored his.  We got into a
sixty-nine position that our heads between each other
legs.  Sucking each others balls and cocks, we didnt
care we were taking our time and enjoying ourselves.

He fucked me and then I fucked him, only to start it
all over again.  By the time Friday came along we
hadnt left the room and havent gotten dressed.  Our
sweaty bodies were stuck to each other talking, and
having sex.  We both knew that this wasnt going to be
a boyfriend thing, but just another experimentation of
what makes each other feel good.  

I was lying on my back with his head on my chest, as I
stroked his lower back with my hand.  We have been
talking about all the cool things I will be able to do
once I am on campus and in the dorm.  Throughout this
Felix was stroking my cock back to life and tickling
my balls.  He then straddled my groin area and lowered
himself onto my rock hard cock.  Forcing himself down
to the base of my cock, where he just sat grinding his
ass around my cock.  His hands massaged my nipples
causing them to get hard and stand out.  He started to
bounce up and down on my cock alternating between long
and short strokes.  I was lost in the moment.

OH MY GOD!  I heard someone scream.

Looking up I looked over to see my mother standing in
my doorway with her hand over her mouth and shaking
her head.  For some reason the sight didnt make a
difference to me, I continued to fuck Felixs ass.  We
orgasm together, me shooting my load into his tight
ass, and him all over my chest and neck, breathing
hard I saw my mother was not in the doorway.

Felix dropped on top of me and licked his cum off my
chest and neck, kissed me depositing his man juice
into my mouth.  I think we are in trouble?

I am you are not.  I said knowing that the fight
that was about to ensue was not going to be pretty.

Felix got off me and got into his clothes and rushed
out of the house via the back door.  I had my mother
standing in the kitchen with my father and brother
both looking at me in my boxers and white tank top. 
They were all mad, except for my brother, who already
knew.  Deep down I think my brother was bisexual
leaning towards men, especially since I caught him
looking at a few guys at the country clubs pool.  He
would stay quiet throughout the argument, only saying
six words at the end, I love you, and Ill miss
you.

I wont bore you with word by word account of what
happened.  Lets just say after eight hours of
arguing, crying, and blaming, I was effectively kicked
out of the family.  As far as my father was concerned
I should be dead and that was how he thought of me
now.  

My mother was hurt, but handled it differently, Hes
my husband and I have to support him, but I do not
agree with him.  You are not dead to me; I love you
and always will.  Ill just need time to get use to
the idea.

I was told to move into the dorms right away and that
all of my stuff that will not be going with me will go
to the storage facility.  I was now a lone and had no
one but my friends there for me.  Some how I would
make it through what my life have become and come out
stronger than ever.  

That night I packed up the last of my belongings and
moved to the dorm.  My brother, Brandon, came in
crying.  He hugged me, and told me again that he loved
me and will miss me.  He told me that he didnt care
what my father said hell still want to see me.  I
simply hugged him back and told him I would like that,
and left.


I quickly forgot about everything that happened and
put everything up to fate.  I was too busy trying to
make it through my first semester and all the
extracurricular activities that are available in
college.  I saw my brother off and on, but he said it
was getting harder for him to come up with lies for my
parents.   The death of me didnt apply to my mother
or brother, but to keep the peace in the house if they
went along with it.

Things got pretty bad for me the middle of my second
semester when I had the financial advisor call me into
his officer.  Mister Coleman was a nice older man, who
spoke in this low voice and always took off his
glasses to talk to you.  He was very serious when I
walked into his office and took a seat next across
from his desk.  The seriousness made me nervous and
scared, so I prepared for the worse.

Marcus, how are classes going?  He asked in his low
voice.

They are going great, straight As this semester
too.  I said wishing hed get to the point.

Ill get to the point.  Your monies from your parents
have been cut off.  I received a letter that monies
for the remaining semesterthis onewill be continued,
however, the predetermined monies for the rest of your
college time will not be.  Mister Cameron said.

I figured as much, I just didnt know what took him so
long in doing it.  My fathers idea of getting back at
me and hurting me, I asked, How much longer do I have
with the scholarships?

Your third semester will be the last of it.  I have
filled out applications for you to get some government
assistance; however, it is usually determined upon
your family income.  With what your parents make in it
will be unlikely youll get anything.  Mister Cameron
was saddened, you could tell.

I can always get a job.  I said determined to not
let my parents win.

Yes but it will have to be part-time and you need to
maintain at least twenty-five units or more in order
to get keep the scholarships.  Between work and
school, you will not be able to find time to study. 
Mister Cameron said.

I didnt know what to do, but the only thing I could
think of was to get another job and go to school at
the same time.  I knew I would loose sleep and would
loose time with the extracurricular activities, but I
had to do something.  I never thought that my parents
would screw me over this much, but I made my bed and
now I have to sleep in it.  I thanked him and left his
off and went through the remaining classes as a
zombie.  

That night I closed down my old bank account and had
the money transferred to another bank.  I returned
home to my dorm and took a shower drip drying in the
shower stall thinking about my predicament.  Life was
definitely not fair and I didnt know what to do about
making anything right.  I was being slowly swallowed
by a black void of unhappiness that it wasnt feeling
good.

I was able to get a job the next day without much of a
problem.  It was with a travel agency that was inside
the mall.  I would be working in the morning for three
hours, go to school, and go back to work for five
hours.  That would leave me with about a few hours or
so to study and sleep.  

I was able to maintain a four point zero for the
remaining of the semester, but it was taking its toll
on me.  I was only sleeping four or five hours, eating
one meal a day, and found that studying was becoming
harder and harder to complete each night.  Things
werent too bad, but I was sure something was going to
screw everything up.

That premonition came about the end of my fourth
semester when Mister Cameron called me into his office
again for more bad news.  I knew it had to do with the
financial aide he was able to get me.

Marcus I am so sorry to tell you this, but I have
found that the financial aide from the three
organizations will not continue the remaining
semesters.  Mister Camerons voice was that of
disappointment.

I have maintained a four point zero since day one, I
have worked my butt off to meet and exceed all of the
requirements that these financial aide boards required
of me!  Why...Why are they doing this?  I asked
pissed off and trying to maintain a level of respect.

According to the letter, he handed over a stack of
letters, stating that your lifestyle does not meet
with their standards.

Because I am gay I am having the financial aide taken
away from me?  How did they find out?  I asked
steaming.

Mister Cameron just smiled at me not knowing what to
say or too afraid of pointing out the obvious.  He
continued to talk about alternatives, but I wasnt
listening to any of it.  My father had something to do
with this, I just knew it.  I wanted to do something
about it.  I wanted to go to my fathers house and
wanted to yell at his face.  I wanted to beat the hell
out of him for making something I worked so hard to
get taken away from me.  I was brought out of my rage
when Mister Cameron said something about dorm room.

I am sorry, what did you say?  I asked.

You will have to leave the dorms within thirty days. 
I have taken the liberty to get a listing of places
that you could afford with the job you have, and came
up with a list of jobs that you could get in addition
to the one you have now.  Without the financial aide
though youll be able to take fewer units, which means
youll be able to build up your bank account.

He was quiet for a long time and then added, I am
sorry.

I left the office and walked the entire campus lost in
thought.  I wanted to do something, but the numbness
came back again.  Questions kept going through my mind
and couldnt answer a lot of them.  The doubts kept
coming to my mind with every step that I took.  I did
not know what to do, where was I going to live, how
was I going to get through this.  GOD WHY WASNT I
MORE CAREFUL!  I thought to myself over and over
again.

Alex, a friend from grammar school, caught up with me
as I passed the student union and bought a soda.  Alex
has always been there for me, Felix, and Gary; we sort
of made up the Four Musketeers.  Alex was a tom-boy
growing up, but she grew up to be a beautiful woman. 
She fell into step next to me, and was quiet for the
longest time.  She always seemed to know what I was
thinking.  

Okay.  Whats wrong sour puss?  She asked.

I told her the story of everything that has been
happening to me since school started.  She knew about
my death a few hours after I was thrown out of the
house.  She, like always, was protective of me and
offered me all kinds of help.  I unloaded all of my
problems on her, even though she knew what they were,
but the newest bit of information was shocking to her.

I cannot believe your father would do something like
that!  Alex said when I fell quiet.

I didnt think he would take it that far, but I think
he believes that this is his way of making me really
dead in his eyes.  I said just continuing to walking
around and drinking my soda.

She stopped me and made me sit on the bench in an area
that the college called the Enchanted Rose Garden.  I
sat down finished my soda tossing the can in the trash
a few feet away.  She put her head on my shoulder
placing her hands against my lower back rubbing.  

Well help you out.  She said referring to Gary and
Felix.

I know, but I just cannot believe that this...  I
started but was interrupted by Alex.

I need a roommate, and cannot think of a better
person than you to be my roomie.  Its a great house
that mommy and daddy rented to me.  It is the house
that you and I went to help daddy paint.  She said
beaming.

I remember what the house was like and it was very
nice, I could only imagine what it looks like now with
Alexs taste.  After she asked me several more times,
I agreed to move in.  So, I now a place to hang my
house, but now I needed to job to handle the rest of
school.

Alex came to the rescue once again, thinking out loud
like she usually did. I kept quiet as she tried to
figure out these various thoughts into order.  She
finally piped up.

Salems Court is looking for an artist to produce
some brochures, I am starting there next month as a
paid intern, and they are looking for an experience
artist who knows how to draw.

I am not an artist.  I told her.

Yes you are!  You draw all the time and you won that
art contest in high school every year.  Oh by the way
one of your pieces is now hanging in the library. 
She said.

Alex always had a way of getting me to do something I
usually didnt want to do and always for the best.  I
agreed to look at the job and accept it if it is
offered to me.  We sat there for the longest time,
with her head on my shoulder and arms around my
middle.  She started to tell me how things were with
her, making jokes trying (and succeeding) to lift my
spirits. 

I moved in that weekend and had my room fixed up.  I
thought that we would get on each others nerves but
it turned out that moving in with each other made us
closer.  Our already strong friendship got stronger. 
We used to see each other everyday in school, and
about once a week since college started.  

Alex came through for me and got me the job at Salems
Court, which turned out to pay way better than the
traveling agency, but I kept both jobs to build up my
account more.  School was going better with just
sixteen units.  I had time to work, go to school,
study, and spend time with my family.  However, I
always was afraid that something was going to go
wrong.

About two weeks after I had one of my first tests, I
go into work at the travel agency with a yellow
envelope taped to my monitor.  Opening up the envelope
and extracting the yellow piece of paper, I read that
I was being let go due to the traveling agencys
owners not doing well financially.  Since I was the
last to be hired, I was let go.  I thought it was
bullshit, especially since I was the highest producer
of all them.  Three days later I had a check mailed to
me from the manager of the agency.  The only good
thing about the canning was the fact that I could
spend more time at Salems Court and more time to
study.

Before my fifth semester I decided to take only three
classes, and work full time at Salems Court. 
Throughout my fifth semester I have been able to
maintain a four point zero and get a few awards for
the hard work I have done.  

In the middle of the fifth semester, my car was
stolen; I had several bills that I had to take care
of.  In a period of two months, more and more was
hitting me to the point I thought that God or who ever
is out there was out to get me.

I had to replace my car, when the police told me that
the car was found in a parking lot set on fire.  My
insurance company was not willing to pay one hundred
percent for a replacement car, but was willing to pay
for my rentals.  I got a new car a better one than I
originally had newer, meaning more money for
insurance, and payments.  I had to replace what was
stolen from the car, which of course cost me more
money.

The Salems Court graphic design job that I had was
not cutting it, and I had sixth semester to handle.  I
decided to only take two classes for the sixth
semester and throw myself into work.  Around this time
too, I was finding my major boring and not challenging
enough.  Business Administration was alright, but I
was finding that it wasnt a field I wanted to be in. 
The idea of leaving school all together started to
form in my mind.  I decided to change my major, which
mean a different route and more time at school.


I was finding with rent, tuition and other expenses, I
was barely making it.  It was at lunch that I found a
way to not worry about money.  Felix was talking about
his trip to New York in 1994 and how he loved it.  He
had me spill my guts about my problems, but I down
played it not wanting to make the conversation all
about myself.  

When I was in New York, I got lonely and paid for an
escort.  I can tell you they make good money.  Felix
said smiling.

I couldnt tell if he was joking, but pointed out,
You hired a prostitute?

No man for about fifty dollars an hour, which was all
I could afford, and he spent a few hours with me.  No
sex was involved, even though he wanted some of this.
 He said with a smile.

I am sure he was biting at the bit to get you.  I
seriously doubt that I will get any money anyways.  I
said playing along.

Marcus look man, this guy told me that he has one
client that pays seven hundred dollars an hour, and
has a friend that gets nine hundred dollars an hour. 
Imagine the fucking money youll make.  Felix said.

I found out that Felix was serious about it and told
me to call one of the agencies.  I left him and called
an Electric Escort Services that advertised in our
area and saw what it would take to get hired on.  They
asked me a few questions and then set up an
appointment with them the following day.  I was going
through with it and I couldnt believe it.


The next day I went into Electric Escort Services and
met with a Melvin Mitchell, who was in his
mid-fifties, bald, good body, hairy, brown eyes, and
very friendly.  I was scared shitless and could not
think of anything else to do.  All the jobs that I
tried for since the meeting with Mister Cameron have
turned me down because of my commitment with the other
job and school.  I was sure there were other options
but after talking to Felix this seemed like the only
way to make it.  I promised myself that I would stop
when I made more than enough money to support myself
and not worry about money.

Melvin, as he wanted to be called, escorted me to a
room in the back and ordered me to a stage.  I was
dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt that was
a size too big for me.  Melvin took a few pictures of
me, and then asked me the first of the questions.

Why do you want to be an escort?

Honestly I need the money.  This must have impressed
him.

Are you drug, and disease free?  He asked.

Yes.  Knowing that they will test me anyways despite
if I told them a lie or not.

When was the last time you were sexually active?

In 1993, give or take.  I answered honestly.

Thats a long time. Would you be willing to have sex
with your clients if you are hired on?

If I am required to I will.

He asked me several questions and then ordered me to
stripe and two guys came over and began walking around
me like I am some dog at a kennel show.  I was buck
naked in front of two good looking guys who began
stroking my arms and legs, picking up my cock and
looking at it.  Looking at my balls, and cupping each
one.  They left me a lone and huddled a few feet away
from me.  

Melvin ordered me to get dress and to follow him,
which I did as fast as I could.  I followed him about
five steps behind him into a retro style design office
where he allowed me to sit across from his desk from
him.  He took his time getting into position and to
say anything.

I am going to hire you.  You are not one of the best
looking guys that we hired, but your personality will
bring in good money.

He went on, Youll begin work right away and will be
making one hundred dollars an hour.  The sort of men
who will utilize our services are looking for
companionship, as well as, living out their desires. 
Well get five percent of anything you make, and will
get you set up with the various men.  You are not able
to refuse a client.  Any questions before we go on?

So it is not always about sex?

Not at all, you are not a prostitute or anything like
that.  You are a man who will keep a man company for a
few hours a night.  Some of these guys are gay, bi,
straight, confused, you name it, and all they want is
to spend time with a good looking guy that will talk
to them and if so desire do stuff to them or do stuff
to you sexually.  Do you think you have a problem with
this?

I didnt think I would.  If all I was doing was
talking to these men I could live with it.  If sex
comes into play I found that I was able to live with
this too.  I just didnt want to be thought of as a
prostitute, but then I had to do something to get some
money pretty fast.

I dont think so at all.

Okay your first one wants a Mexican kid that is cute
and willing to talk.  He wants you to be at his place
at three tomorrow afternoon.  Plan to be with him for
a while.  If you do well with this guy well give you
some higher clients.  I have a good feeling about
this.  Melvin got up shook my hand and handed me the
address for my first client.

I drove home scared and excited all at the same time. 
It was a new job and it was something definitely
different from anything I have ever done before.  Deep
down I knew it was prostitution and that all the guys
wanted from me was sex.  It bothered me and yet it
didnt, I had to survive and I didnt think the
alternative was something I would be able to do.  I
drove into the garage and entered into the kitchen.

Alex was sitting there with her laptop smiling.  I
knew she knew what I just did and I knew that she was
upset, but at the same time was not going to pass up a
chance to tease me.  Ill have to remember to thank
Felix for telling her.

Ladies and Gentlemen, she started, I introduce the
first male prostitute in the Central Valley. 

She was giggling.  I am not the first.  Was the only
come back I could think of.

She came up to me hugged me, and said, You have to do
what you have to do, but dont prolong it.  When is
your first trick?

Tomorrow at three oclock.  Looking down at the
paper, Not a bad looking man, looks like a cowboy,
and is into long talks, walks, meals, and whatever
comes later.

What later?

I am not sure, thats what scares me.  I said not
knowing what to expect.

I got undressed and showered, and slept fitfully
throughout the night.  I was curious what tomorrow had
in store for me.  Was I going to be a prostitute the
rest of my life?  Will I get more than one-hundred
dollars?  Have I just killed myself more so in my
fathers eyes?  

Even though I was now a prostitute, I was the happiest
I have ever been since being exiled from the family. 
I was going to be making good money and having sex for
it.  Money and sex were two of my favorite things. 
Despite the stigma of being a prostitute I knew things
were going to improve with my life and I will
eventually be able to get enough money to live without
worrying about if Ill be able to make rent.

Life was truly good for me and I couldnt complain. 
For once, I didnt have a nasty feeling that something
horrible going to happen to me.  I figure if I do well
with this client Ill be able to parlay it into higher
paying clients.  With five percent being taken out of
my checks I didnt have anything to worry about
because Ill still be making more money than the
graphic design position.

The tingling sensation that I got when impending doom
was on its way was gone and I was able to finally
drift off to bed and not worry about my family, and
money.   It was a beginning of a new life for me and
one that I was going to see through until something
makes me stop.  I decided then and there that Ill be
an escort for as long as I need the money, but when I
do not need the money Ill quit.  

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