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Subject: "My LIfe" Chapter 08 (MM, ANAL, ORAL, RIMMING)
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MY LIFE 08
MM, ANAL, ORAL
Homer Rios (writerbear2000@yahoo.com)
Saturday, March 29, 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 8:  The White Guy-The Long Arm of the Law
 
Melvin allowed me to come back after two week, which was fine with me, since my job with the graphic design house was keeping me busy with work I could do at home.   I went on three dates with my regulars, and enjoyed my time with each one; all of them treated me gently, making sure that I was alright.
 
I haven't heard from Brandon, but didn't think I would.   Felix stepped up his role as care taker to taking care of my spiritually, which usually meant sucking me off and snuggling afterwards.   Again, I figure if this new life was going to be complete I might as well not worry about those individuals that were from my old life.   It was never going to change, my parents will never accept me for who I am, and my brother will always bend to my parent's whim.  I will be there for him if he needed me, but I will not change plans for him like before. 
 
My body still hurt, bruised, and my eye was still swollen, but I felt at the top of my game.  So I was eager to get my new client and see whether or not I'll loose my gull.   I was with my regulars sure, but they were all men that didn't do drugs and that were (as far as I knew) mentally sane.  
 
According to the print out that I had my next client was a mystery.  The print out was basically his height, weight, hair color, and very little else.  I was to go to his house on Saturday morning, and expect to be there until he tells me didn't want me around anymore.   Melvin apologized that the new trick was not going to pay as much as I am usually get but this guy wanted me in particular.  I didn't care, in the end it was job and getting a new client would be nice; I just hope this one did repeat what the Asian kid did.
 
On Saturday, I parked two houses down, like the instructions stated, and made my way to a nice little house that was kept up meticulously.  The yard was nicely kept up, with a perfect lawn and hedges.  The house looked like it had a fresh coat of paint.  It was located in the Fig Garden area of Central Valley, an area that had very nice homes.
 
I walked up a cobble stone walkway to a front porch that was nice and clean with a wreath on the front door.  I felt nice and comfortable on this trick and not the uncomfortable feeling I usually got when I first got to a trick's location.  I felt at home on the front step.  I knocked on the front door utilizing a brass door knocker.
 
I waited for a few minutes and trying to come up with a story to explain my appearance.  The regulars already knew what really happened, but Melvin said to play it down.   I had to be a site on someone's door step.  My face was still bruised although it was now somewhat brownish, and my eye was still swollen.  I decided to just say that I was in a fight.
 
It seemed to take this guy forever to get to the door, but when it finally opened I was shocked at what I saw.   It was Officer Williams, who was wearing a pair of old jeans, a white tank top, and sandals.  His blue eyes focused on me and a big grin popped up on his face.
 
"I knew it."  He said with a laugh.
 
I just stood there not sure what to do.  Melvin always said that if you were caught by a cop be one hundred percent honest with them.  I had that in the back of my mind, but I was thinking more of running away only my legs weren't working.  I didn't know what to do, what to say, or even how to say it.  Was I going to be arrested?   
 
I waved, "Hello."  The only thing that came to my mind, which made him laugh louder.  I wasn't sure what the hell to do, and was wishing my body would listen to my mind and allowed me to run.   He watched me for a while and escorted me into the house.
 
I walked into a nice looking entry hall with granite tile, and then was ushered into a living room, which had thick carpet and a few pieces of furniture situated around a baby grand piano.  He told me have a seat, and kept his body blocking the entry way.  
 
I had images of three more officers coming into the room from other rooms ready to take me prisoner for solicitation.  Then I remember some of my criminology classes and that prostitution was only a misdemeanor and punished with a citation.  So why would they need a lot of officers, Officer Williams could cite me and let me go.  My active imagination went to maybe they thought I was a drug user and knew something more than I did.
 
"Am I in trouble?"  I asked in the most innocent of voices I could muster.
 
He laughed, "Not at all.  I thought the name was familiar.  You are here as a job.  I am not going to arrest you or anything you didn't do anything wrong.  So no handcuffs, okay?"
 
"Well if you want them?"  I said going to sarcasm right away.
 
"Good to know."  He said sitting in a chair across from me.  I could tell that he was nervous, but was hiding it well.
 
"So I am okay?"  I asked more concerned with myself.
 
He laughed again, a nice and hardy laugh.  "Yeah, you are more than okay."
 
He introduced himself as Ted, and he's been a police officer for a while and that the other officer (Rios) was his training at the time of my interview.  He told me that Omar was still in jail and that he was extremely sorry for what he did to me, and assured authorities that I have never bought drugs from him and as far as he knew I never used drugs.  He explained to them that I was just a guy that he got together with on a weekly basis to have sex.
 
"What a minute?"  I interrupted his narrative, "Drugs?  He didn't do drugs or sale them he was in the import and export business."
 
Ted laughed again, "Yeah you could put it that way.  Nope he was a drug dealer and a user.  The day he did that to you (pointing to me) he was strung out on meth and some other drug he had a funny name for.  We knew you were clean due to the toxicology report they did on you at the hospital."
 
He went on to explain that Omar was going to plead guilty of everything, especially for the attack on me.  He continued:
 
"He wants to see you again, but I wouldn't recommend it."  He paused and continued again, "I am not your father or family, but...well I just wouldn't recommend it."
 
I thanked him for his advice and just focused on the grand piano.  He got up and asked me to follow him; I followed him to the entry hall and through a small hall way that had pictures of two little boys and Ted and a woman-his wife most likely.   We made our way the kitchen where he took out two beers and handed me the other one.  He left the kitchen and headed through a den to the backyard, which was meticulously kept too.  He sat on a rod iron chair and offered me a seat across from him on a matching table.  
 
"So you are male escort?  How long have you been doing that?"  He asked setting an interrogation tone of voice.
 
"Yes.  I think I have been doing it for about two and half years."  I answered not sure where this was going.
 
"Why?"
 
"Excuse me?" I asked not really understanding the question.
 
"Well, I mean why did you get into it?  It's been my experience that people who turn to this sort of living does it is out of desperation..."  
 
I went into the reasoning why I was a male escort, rather than hiding it all I told him the whole story.  For some reason, I didn't care I was letting myself opened to this guy, there was something about him that made me comfortable and wanted to bare my soul to him.   Maybe it was because he was a law enforcement officer, and had the air of someone who can be trusted.  For his part, he listened and didn't say anything unless it was to ask a quick question.
 
We finished our beers at the same time, but we continued to talk about me, but I finally asked: "You are married with kids?"
 
"Yeah, I have been married for a long time.  Does that bother you?"
 
I told him that it didn't bother me, but I thought that it was strange that he had me at the house.  He explained that his wife and two boys went to visit their grandparents in Eureka and that he was by himself for the next couple of days.  He could not go because of work.  He went on to explain that he considers himself bi-sexual and that lately he was more interested in men, especially since his wife has been a bit cold in the bedroom.  
 
"Well how does this usually work?"  He asked.
 
"Well I usually go by what the client wants.  Have you been with another guy before?"  I asked somewhat curious.
 
"Yes and no.   I experimented in college, but it was mostly mutual jacking and mutual sucking.  I topped once for a friend and liked it, but he moved out, and bottomed for him once, not too happy with that.  I like topping."  He said.
 
"That's cool."  I said not sure why.
 
I add after a few minutes of awkward silence, "So let's get started."
 
I have a soft spot for a man in uniform and was turned on big at the time of the interview.  I stood up and took him by the hand and told him to lead me to the bedroom.  He froze somewhat, but got a smile as he almost drug me to the master bedroom.
 
 
We entered the master bedroom still holding hands.  I sat him on the end of the bed and started to kiss him forcing my tongue into his mouth.  He began to loosen up a bit and started to explore my body with his hands.  He started to take over more and more, starting to stripe me of my clothes, I returned the favor.
 
After a few minutes, he was the king of the bedroom, directing me into the positions that he wanted.  He had me in the bed on my back with him on top of me and grinding me.   From what I was able to see of his body, he had a slightly chunky frame, but toned.   He had a nice hairy chest with a treasure trail moving down to his groin.  His cock was about 6 inches uncut and his balls were medium size.  Very nice indeed.
 
He stopped and straddled me a bit smiling at me.  "You are good."
 
"You are doing all the work."
 
I flipped him over and then straddled him sitting on top of his cock.  I bent over and kissing him some more then using my tongue I traced a path down to his groin area.  I heard him say something like "oh yeah" and let out a loud moan when I engulfed his cock.  I started a slow sucking motion and began to work his rod like a lollipop and doing a little twist thing on his head-thank you Felix.  He moaned some more and released his load in just seconds.
 
He moved me up to him and started sucking my cock with me on my back his fingers began to probe my hole, one finger, two, three, and four, if he wanted to he could have gotten his fist into me.   He sucked me until I blew my load down his gullet and continued to suck me as my body shivered.  He collapsed next to me, catching his breath and laughing.  
 
"Fuck man I cannot believe I did that!"
 
"You did well."  I told him laughing.
 
"I want to fuck you now."  He said with an evil grin.
 
"Go for it man, you don't have to announce it."  
 
"You little shit!"  He said pushing my legs over my head.
 
He grabbed a bottle lube from his night table, and condom packet.  He took his time lubing my ass, stretching it with various digits.  He slid the condom onto his rock hard cock and slid inside of me.  He started pumping my ass with long, quick strokes, for the longest time.  Whenever he was about to cum he would stop, pulling out now and then to jerk his cock back to life.  He repeated the routine several times.  About eight quicker in and out motions and he blew his load into the condom warming my insides.   He pulled out, and tossed the condom into a garbage can next to the bed.
 
He began to finger fuck me and stroked my cock.  He removed his fingers and began to rub my balls as and stroke my cock until I was shooting my man juice over my head.  He began to laugh this strange laugh as he fell on top of me.  I was starting to get concerned, but he stopped when he saw my face.
 
"Don't worry man, I have never felt so alive than I did just then."   He said as he propped himself against the headboard.
 
I laid down between his spread out legs, and put my head above his groin, just curling up, and allowing him to calm down.   He began to talk in this monotone voice telling me that things were not good for him in the bedroom between him and his wife.  Apparently, she was older and is in the stage of her life where sex isn't as important to her.  He has been 100 percent faithful to her but lately, he wanted to have more sex and contact than she was willing to do.
 
I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that my time was almost up; I got up and began to collect my clothes.  He just sat with his back against the headboard.  I started to get dress, taking my time not wanting to leave Ted's house.  I felt comfortable here as if I was at a family home, a home where love was given and received.  I shook my head at the thought and sat at the dressing chair to slip on my shoes.
 
"Do you have to go?"  He asked.
 
"Well you paid for the time I have been here, but I could stay 'off the clock' I don't think that would be a problem."  I said to him.
 
He took me to a Starbucks not far from his house; he ordered me a coffee and Biscotti.  I sipped my coffee, while I listened to him bare his sole to me.  The guy was cute, and very complex to say the least.  I was definitely enjoying the conversation and was finding myself attracted to him.  His honesty and vulnerability was turning me on.
 
We continued to talk for another hour or two, just getting to know each other and he opening me up like a good book.   He got my full history, all the stuff that I usually kept to myself, I spilled to him.  I could tell from the look on his face that he felt sorry for me, but didn't make a big show of it.  
 
He simply said, "You have to do what you have to do."
 
I knew that was the standard answer from people who were not happy with what I am doing, but wanted to support me.  Hell if I was an escort, he would not have been able to get his rocks off.
 
He drove me back to his house, where I kissed him gently on the cheek and headed for my car.   I headed home, showered, and lay on my bed naked letting the ceiling fan cool me off.   I was back on the saddle and thinking that Omar is behind me.   Everything Ted told me made sense and that I was infatuated with Omar because he reminded me of my ex-boyfriend.  Things were on track again.
 
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NOTE:   I am sorry for the lateness of this chapter, but I hope that the wait was worth it.   I am currently in the process of outlining the remaining chapter of "My Life," which I hope will be able to be posted on a regular basis.
 
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