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MY LIFE 07
MM, ANAL, ORAL, RIMMING
Homer Rios (writerbear2000@yahoo.com)
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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COPYRIGHT INFORMATION:  Copyright to Homer Rios and the WRITERBEAR Corporation 2008.
 
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 Seven-Omar Goes Berserk
 
I had a date with Omar that was going to last the entire day, but that has become the standard with him.  According to Melvin, my black God, liked my company and is willing to pay for the time that he spends with me.  The money is fantastic and I enjoy the time that I spent with him.  
 
It has become routine that I would meet him at 7:00 a.m. at his hotel, we go for breakfast, and then go back to the hotel to fuck, and then lunch, etc., I was usually coming home at one in the morning.
 
It was afternoon time; we just finished an hour of fuck and sucking, and we're relaxing in each other's arms.  He was sound asleep with my head on his chest.  He was tenting the bed sheets with his massive cock, telling me that he wanted to have his meat taken care of.  I looked up to see the sparkle in his eyes and knew what I had to do.
 
I slipped under the covers and spread his legs a bit more and plowed my tongue into his ass.  The smell of sweat and a hint of musk were strong, but intoxicating-I loved the smell on any man.  He was enjoying my ministration to his asshole as I alternated between licking and tongue fucking him.  I shoved my tongue as far as I could without suffocating myself, making sure that I was pleasing my black stud.
 
I started to lick my way up to his balls and took each into my mouth swashing them around.  I then made my way to his cock and engulfed it paying attention to deep throat his cock and the paid attention to his cock head.  I wanted to be rewarded with his black seed, but knew that he was going to save it for seeding my ass.
 
"Get on my pole baby."  Omar ordered.
 
I got up, keeping the sheets over me, and placed the cock head to my back door.  I slid down all the way to the hilt, my ass being used to his massive cock, I was able to accommodate it without pain.  I knew since I was going to be a cock rider that I would have to do all the work. I let my ass get use to the welcomed invasion and started a slow and steady bouncing movement, while my hands pinched his nipples as a way to please him and to keep myself steady.
 
I sped up a little more, but Omar was already plowing my ass faster and faster, grunting like a pig.   After several minutes, he seeded my ass with his black seed.  I could feel the cum coating my innards and my black God's cock still hard shooting more seed into me.  Omar reached over and started to jack me off until I was screaming with the intense pleasure of letting the cum escape my cock.   It was fantastic!
 
I fell to the side of him and kissed him passionately, laying my head on his chest.  I fell asleep after a few minutes but woke up to find Omar leaving the bed heading to the bathroom.  He closed the door and locked it.
 
After about ten minutes, I couldn't sleep anymore and sat up in the bed.  I was tired and somewhat hungry.   Omar would probably come out soon and take me to a nice expensive restaurant for dinner, and then bring me back to the hotel room to fuck me senseless.  I loved this time with Omar, because he always made me feel like a king.  
 
I leaned over to the side of the bed where Omar usually slept and picked up a glass and filled it with water from the pitcher.  I took a drink and filled the glass again only to put the glass down fast at Omar's exclamation.
 
"What the fuck are you doing you little cocksucker?"  Omar asked in a voice I have never heard from him.
 
"I am drinking water, is everything alright Mar?"  I asked somewhat scared.
 
"You are trying to steal from me you motherfucker!"
 
I was really scared now!  Omar was screaming at the top of his lunges and acting like he was on something.  He was screaming and breathing hard, and looking at me like he never seen me before.  He quieted down breathing like a bull ready to charge, just staring at me.  I remained at the side of the bed pulling up my boxers and shorts.   Within a blink of an eye it all happened.
 
I felt myself being lifted off the floor and being thrown on the bed, Omar on top of me in an instant.  I thought that it was part of some bedroom games that some of the guys I dated liked, but the look on Omar's face said other wise.  I was scared shitless now, and was crawling off the bed heading for the hotel room's door, but was pulled back.
 
"Get over here you stealing son of a bitch!"
 
I was yanked back over to Omar who threw me onto the bed again and pinned me down under his body, punching me.  Punches landed everywhere, my head, torso, as he wailed on me blindly.  He was a psychotic man that was going to kill me, or at least that is what I saw in his eyes.
 
I tried to defend myself, but the blows were coming sporadically; I was able to block some, but the majority of the blows were making connection to me body in a very painful way.  I was getting light headed and ready to black out.
 
The next thing I felt myself flying across the bedroom hitting the wall and the sliding down.  I saw stars and had a weird sensation vibrate through my body.  I want to just get out there, but every time I got up to head for the living area and away from the maniac I was getting thrashed by.  
 
I was running and falling through the living area to only be caught by Omar punching wildly and screaming that I was stealing from him.  I then felt myself being tossed again and landing on the glass coffee table having it shattered under me.  Pieces of glass embedding into various parts.
 
I felt myself fly through the air again this time hearing a snapping sound as I hit the corner of the entry way.  The room was quiet and getting dark on me as I heard something crash and more screaming only to slip away into the darkness.
 
 
I heard voices off and on and seeing images throughout the three weeks that I was in the hospital.  When I finally awoke, I was greeted with Felix's expectant face near my bed.  I was on some powerful medication because the next three weeks went by fast without any memory of it lasting to today.  I was interrogated by two police officers, but I don't remember what I told them.
 
On the last day of my hospital stay, the nurse escorted me to a bathroom to shower and clean up, where I saw that my body was bruised badly, my right eye was swollen shut, and my face was different shades of brown, blue and black.  I showered and got into the robe that was provided to me.  I walked into the room that I was assigned to, to meet my brother.   
 
Brandon sat in the chair that Felix or Stephanie sat in during my time in the hospital.  His face was a mixture of concern and pain.  He came up to me and hug me gently only to sit down again.  He had something on his mind and didn't know how to tell me.   I got into my socks and then my jeans, ignoring Brandon, would tell me whenever he was ready to.
 
"Okay what's the matter little guy?"  I asked not wanting to play the game.
 
"Why are you in here?"  Brandon asked in his puppy dog look.
 
I explained to him what happened, but left out the part about me being an escort.  He listened, but he didn't care, he knew that I was okay now and that I was leaving the hospital that day.  I waited until he finally came out and gave me the reasoning he actually came.
 
It turned out that Brandon has been caught seeing his brother at the local deli for lunch a few months ago and the person who saw us together told my father.  Dad is threatening to take away his share and good portion of the money that belonged to me.
 
He then dropped the bomb.  "I cannot see you anymore Marcus, I am sorry, but I cannot risk loosing the money that they put away for college."
 
He got up from the chair hugged me gently again, and looked at me wanting my forgiveness.  I thought about it for the longest time before speaking, but couldn't find what I wanted to say.  I finally decided on the following:
 
"You have to do what you have to do Brandon.  You are a big boy and don't need my approval for this.  I'll always love you, you are my brother, and I will always be there for you."  I told him.
 
"I just want you to know that..."  He began.
 
"You don't need me to give you approval.  I think you need to do what makes you happy.   I didn't think it would last Brandon.  Do what you need and be happy."
 
I hugged him in a bear hug that I regretted, and told him goodbye.  I laughed to myself as I watched him leave the room in a slow melodramatic way.  I sat in his chair wondering what life would be like without him, but figured that I have my family in place now and without Brandon I am just getting rid of my old life.
 
Felix walked into the room and noticed that I was depressed but kept it to him, rather than get into what was bothering me, he knew I would eventually tell him.   We chatted for a while, signed the necessary paperwork and then made our way home.  I walked into the house and went straight to my bedroom wanting to just relax and get the rest of the day out of the way.  I striped down to my boxer shorts and got into bed, Felix sliding next to me and cuddling next to me.
 
 
Three days later, Officer Rios and Officer Williams came over to the house; they were let in by Felix, who has been nursing me back to health.  I told him about Brandon and was held nice and secure in his arms while I cried.  
 
Felix lead the officers into my room, I was sitting in bed still bruised and in pain, but refused to take the pain killers afraid that I would become addicted.  Officer Rios was a cute Mexican that was short for an officer, and had a body to die for.  His uniform was cut to accentuate his muscles; he was obviously a newer officer.  Officer Williams was white, stood about 5'7", with an average build; he had short cropped brownish blonde hair that was left long on top.  He had blue eyes and was cute.  
 
They questioned me for a long time.  Asking the same question over and over again but in a different way to see if I would slip up; I was getting the funny feeling that they felt that I was the suspect.  I answered all the questions honestly, not mentioning that I was an escort and was just a date for Omar. 
 
Officer Williams was very quiet throughout the interrogation, but I think it was because he was letting the newbie do the work.  After about an hour and half, they finished and told me they would like to talk to me again if they think of anything.  
 
After two weeks at home, I was going crazy, I decided to ask Melvin if I could come back to work sooner than later.  He was nice enough to give me three months off, but I couldn't think of being at home doing nothing for that long, even if I had the job at Salem Court still.
 
 


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