Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 16:35:25 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SITTING ON A GOLD MINE - 4

The next morning I told Pete about my having invited Jerry and Josh over
for dinner Saturday and asked if he could come, too.  I no sooner asked
than his cell phone rang and before answering, he asked if I could bring
him some toast and coffee.

When I got back with the toast and coffee, Pete said:

"Michael, I had such a terrific time last night, I was about to ask you if
I could spend my vacation with you.  I know its kind of fast and pushy on
my part."

"I didn't take it that way and if you want to I don't mind.  I'd like your
company."

"I also thought it would be a chance to get acquainted a little more and
kind of see how things turn out between the two of us."

He didn't say he loved me.  I didn't know that I loved him.  I did know I
liked him.  I thought maybe his suggesting we get acquainted and see how
things turn out between us meant he was thinking of sharing the apartment,
which I really wouldn't have minded.

"Well, I better get showered and get my tail to work."

"Michael, you can't go to work this morning."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"  I was a little angered by his
statement.

He said, "Lets go into the kitchen and have another cup of coffee and I'll
explain."

He did and I couldn't believe it.

Pete explained that he'd been deceiving me.  He was not a doctor.  He was
an undercover cop for the LAPD.  He was one of a team investigating the
bombing of Paul's boat along with the FBI.  The FBI had become involved
because the bomb was a time bomb and they thought it might have been set to
explode sooner but something went wrong -- there was a possibility that it
was intended to create some damage, at least some panic and diversion for
the federal prison, the department of immigration or two coast guard
stations, all on the opposite side of the ship channel from where Claudia
parked to watch Paul and Richard go by.

Most shocking of all though was that his cell phone call was to tell him
that Frank, at the antique shop had been arrested when he came to work this
morning.  I couldn't believe it.

Pete continued that the arresting squad had put a sign on the store's door
saying it was closed today for an emergency.

I interrupted, "Pete, if that is your name, would you honestly tell me,
should I call my attorney?"

"It is my name and you do not need an attorney.  I'm not arresting you.  I
don't even intend questioning you.  I'm just reporting to you what has
happened."

"Why did you ask if you could spend your vacation with me.  I can't
understand that part."

" Frank has admitted to hiring a killer to get you.  I need to be with you
24 hours a day, even when you return to work. Now that Frank's arrested the
killer might not proceed, but we can't take chances because he might not
know Frank's under arrest."

"Why me.  Frank and I have always gotten along well.  He seems a nice guy?"

"For two reasons, jealousy and revenge.  He thought Richard should have
left him and John some interest in the store.  He was jealous that you got
the whole package.  Too, so you'll know, John was as shocked as you were.
He had no part in the scheme."

"And all that business in bed last night.  You should get an academy
award."

"No, because I wouldn't deserve it.  I wasn't acting.  I enjoyed it. Every
inch of my body enjoyed it as well as my mind.  As for moving in with you,
it was for your protection and because I think I'm in love with you.  There
are gay cops you know, even if there aren't too many."

Well, Pete became my shadow, at work, eating lunch in restaurants, going
shopping -- everything except when I was taking a leak, even then before
he'd let me go into a public john, he'd check out the place and stand by
the door while I was inside.  He also went with me Friday evening when I
went to the supermarket for groceries for Saturday's dinner.  Because Jerry
and Josh were still working Saturdays and Sundays, they had to be brought
up to date and were instructed by Pete to act as natural as possible,
especially when waiting on customers.  I had previously been told to do the
same in all circumstances.

Pete and I left the store early; he helped me prepare dinner.  He wanted a
prime rib of beef when we'd shopped and he cooked it.  In fact, he made
Yorkshire Pudding to go with it -- fantastic is the only word to describe
it.  A Russian cook and Yorkshire Pudding, an unlikely combination!

Jerry and Josh arrived, Jerry in his usual expansive, entertaining
mood. The two of them got a little bombed, I had one beer, or more to the
truth, Pete allowed me one.  Pete had neither liquor nor wine at the dinner
table.

I hadn't been specific, but Jerry and Josh had arrived prepared to spend
the night.  They had even brought bathrobes and said they wanted to go to
the whirlpool and dry sauna.

I remarked that there was no dry sauna in the complex.

Jerry corrected me saying there was one in the adjacent courtyard. The
complex was divided into three separate areas, each centered on courtyards
with parking in between.

I asked him how he knew and he replied he'd been visiting Richard here long
before I even knew him.

So, I handed Pete the same terry cloth robe of Richards that he'd worn the
time we'd used the whirlpool after Nitches and we all trudged over to the
adjacent courtyard, staying on the lawn areas as much as possible become we
were barefooted. Jerry was right, in fact there were whirlpools and saunas
for both sexes.  A kind of roly-poly, older guy followed us in; he was
fully clothed but grabbed a towel from the stack the complex supplied in
the event a tenant had left his apartment without one.  He was quiet, just
listened to Jerry entertaining us and even smiled once or twice. After the
whirlpool, we went wet into the dry sauna, not toweling off, except for
Pete who dried off and picked up his robe, brought it in and hung it on a
hook on one of the walls.

A few minutes later roly-poly came in; he'd obviously dried off and carried
a clean, folded towel in with him, which he placed on a seat beside him
where he sat on the benches across the isle from the rest of us.  Jerry and
Josh had consumed enough to drink that they'd lost all inhibitions.  Jerry
started on the highest tier of redwood seats but moved down to the middle
tier, as the top was too hot.  Josh knelt on the bottom tier and was going
to town on Jerry's 8 inches of manhood.  I got so excited; I got onto my
hands and knees on the floor and went for Josh's dick, pulled it back
between his legs and started sucking on his big cockhead.  Mr. roly-poly
was on the floor, right behind me attempting, I thought, do the same to me
that I was doing to Josh, but before he could get into it I sensed he'd
been kicked across the door and almost out of the sauna.  I looked and Pete
had his foot planted on his chest and the gun he'd hidden in the towel
skidded across the floor.

Pete told me to get his gun and his police ID out of Richard's bathrobe as
well as the pair of handcuffs that were in the pockets. The guy was
handcuffed, shown Pete's badge and was told he was under arrest for
attempted murder, by hire, of a minor and was then read the Miranda
Act. Next, Pete told him to go over to the opposite wall and stand facing
it.  Pete stepped out of the sauna door, didn't close it but kept it open
with his foot and called for the police to come.

He didn't ask, he just told Jerry, Josh and I to get on our robes, go back
to the apartment, lock the door and he'd be over in about an hour.

As I started to leave, he smiled and said, "I think I just saved your
balls, Michael."

He sure as hell had, and the whole thing had left me shaking like a leaf,
including my balls.  We did what Pete had told us and by the time we got to
the apartment all three of us were hyper as hell and both Jerry and Josh
appeared to be completely sober.  The incident had scared the shit out of
us.  Pete did show up in approximately an hour and meantime we'd smoked
about 4 cigarettes and drank 3 highballs each.

I tried to call my mom, didn't get her and left no number for her to return
my call.  I just hoped the "Los Angeles Times" wouldn't have a front page
spread about what had happened.

Jerry wanted to know what happened after we'd left the sauna and Pete
explained that he was LAPD and the arrest was made in the City of Torrance
so he had to call both Torrance and his FBI unit and wait until they
arrived; he also mentioned that the 3 of us might have to testify.

Pete asked if there was anything left in Richard's bottle of scotch. I
rummaged around in a bottom cabinet to the left of the sink where Richard
stored his liquor and found, way in the back, a full bottle of single malt
scotch. Pete was astounded at the find and drank it straight with only one,
small, ice cube added.

The stuff was so strong, Pete caught up with our state of inebriation in no
time.  When the 4 of us climbed into the king size bed we started fooling
around right away.

I know, and I'm sure you probably do too, that sometime guys have sex, even
with themselves, solely for pleasure and sometimes to release tension --
like at the office when you simply have to shove what your working on over
to the side of your desk and trot off to the men's room for a good wank.

The 4 of us in a king sized bed was for both purposes, relief from tension
and sex for the sake of pure enjoyment.  As desperate as we all were for
relief through sex, I was surprised we started off gradually by kissing;
feeling each other's genitals and other explorations.  In the dark I even
had a time distinguishing Pete's genitals form Josh's and finally had to
kiss them on the mouth and rub my hands through their hair before I was
absolutely certain.

Before morning came, one of the other of us would wake up, start something
with somebody and then the 4 of us would all be back in action again. This
happened at least 3 times and I was as tired or more so when I got up than
when I went to bed.

The biggest event for me was that Jerry fucked me; he was as hung as
Richard and it was terrific getting fucked by a big one.  I don't know
though that my getting fucked was the biggest event the night, though.  It
well could have been that Jerry fucked Pete, which would never have
occurred if Pete had been totally sober.  It was his first time and Jerry
robbed him of his virginity.  It might also have been the first time an FBI
agent had taken it in the ass.  Pete wasn't too happy with what happened
but realized that he was soused up or Jerry wouldn't have succeeded.  And
it was not to be Pete's last time.  He realized there was some merit to
taking a man's cock up the ass and I fucked him again before the next
weekend rolled around.

The thought crossed my mind that Pete might move out being his case was
closed, but it didn't happen.  Within the next few days I helped him move
stuff out of his apartment into mine.  He wanted to make it permanent.

With Frank's arrest, I knew things had to change at the store, so the
following Saturday I called a store meeting with John, Jerry and Josh.
Lots of stuff came up that I was not even aware of.  The first was the
upcoming Christmas rush and that was settled when Jerry and Josh
volunteered to work full time through the winter holidays.

Next was Josh's telling us he was having a hard time making ends meet with
only working weekends, which was settled when I suggested I terminate the
cleaning service and have him come in one evening and Wednesday afternoon
when he had no classes and do the cleaning work, ending with telling him I
didn't mean it to be demeaning.  He didn't take it that way and we figured
up with weekends that 24 hours at $15.00 would amount to $480.00 per week
or $1,840 per month Before he died, Richard had already raised Jerry, Josh
and my salaries from $10 to $15.00 per hour after we'd worked a month.

Then it was agreed that Jerry and Josh would work full time during their
summer vacation.

Then I told them that before Richard had died, he'd often talked to me
about opening a store in Newport Beach.  I asked John if he and his wife
would consider moving if I paid their moving expenses.  He was overjoyed
and accepted without checking with his wife; he only asked who would I get
to work in the La Cienega store.

"How about Frank's wife, Joanne?"  Everyone about fell through the floor.


John asked why I thought of her.  I replied that she probably needed the
money and asked if he'd call her on the phone and ask if she was
interested, as he knew her whereas I'd never met her.

She accepted with tears in her eyes, John said he knew she was crying as
she was almost unable to speak..

So, a realtor found a location, we opened the store, I spent Mondays and
Fridays in Newport Beach and Tuesday, Wednesdays and Sundays at the La
Cienega store and hopefully forever stopped working on Saturdays.

We had mulled over a new name for the Newport Beach store but decided to
keep the same name for it "Past Perfect" Joanne, Frank's wife thought it
was an easy name to remember and reflected the merchandise we sold.  Jerry
said it always reminded him of "Past Perfect Tense" -- he would.

Pete, fortunately, because of distance, was attached to the San Pedro
Division of the LAPD and worried constantly of being transferred to the Van
Nuy's division in the San Fernando Valley.  I told him not to worry;
wherever he might be transferred to we could move there.

In the next two years things worked out far in excess of my expectations as
regards the two stores.  It had been a wise decision that Richard had
guided me toward.  Jerry quit teaching and was now a partner, as was Josh
even though he had a year to finish at the University.

Joanne gave us a woman's viewpoint.  She noticed that Richard had always
made the display areas so as to help a customer picture the antiques in a
home like setting, had beds made with nice spreads, pictures on the walls,
displayed fresh flowers and used all kinds of props, which she thought was
fantastic.  However she thought we should personalize the settings. She
suggested we turn one corner of the bedspreads back to show sheets on the
bed, place bedroom slippers and bathrobes at the beds and place a plastic
tray on bureaus with men's billfolds, car keys and some loose change in the
trays.  In living room settings she suggested placing the day's edition of
the "Times" on a table by lounge chairs and a coffee mug with a napkin
under it on coffee tables.  It paid off because customers immediately began
commenting on how personal the settings looked.

We did not use Jerry's suggesting of placing tubes of lube and condoms on
night stand by the beds.

The location of Pete's job was no longer a problem.  He resigned from the
LAPD and was now a partner in a law firm in Torrance, having graduated with
a Law Degree prior to joining the police force.  Consequently, we purchased
a house and left the apartment when the lease ended.

Best of all was our sex life.  I always teased him by telling him he was
sure a hot fucker for a man his age.  His response was always that was the
reason older men married younger women.

Jerry and Josh were now living together. Josh was finally out of the closet
with his mom.  They have remained our best of friends, as well as
occasional sex partners.

As Pete remarked it would take an utter fool to let go of an 8-inch cock
like Jerry's.

Pete's remark in justification of our age difference was only partly true.
The main reason our sex has improved so dramatically is that we now love
each other totally.  He has graduated from being a bottom and I have grown
beyond being a top -- we are both versatile and there is nothing we don't
enjoy.  If foreplay doesn't start the minute he walks in the door it
inevitably does the minute we shed our underwear and crawl into bed naked
and resumes when we shower together in the morning.  Things never get down
to "I fucked you last night so it's your turn tonight".  It's love, each
want to satisfy the other; that is the important thing.  It's certainly not
a one-night-stand.  If two times a day isn't enough, we go for three.

Old habits die-hard; Pete has never able to give up his fascination with
masturbating.  Some times he watches as I masturbate him, sometimes he jack
himself off and I'd kneel over him and watch.  I love to watch the
expression on his face as his hard dick is being flogged in ecstasy.  I
love to watch his big balls shake, rattle and roll when he really gets to
going and again, on the verge of climax, when they tighten up to his body.
I have an agreement with him, in lawyers language, that if he's doing the
honors or if I am, in either case I get to put my lips around the rim of
his big cock head and receive the fruit of our labor.

Pete swears to me that he never goes to the "Fantasy" anymore except to by
poppers, he never goes into the booths and jacks off there.

Sometimes we still resort to cockrings, vibrators, poppers and handcuffs
when we want to make a prolonged production of sex or if one of us needs
something beyond the normal climax - an intense ejaculation that expels an
above average amount of semen.  From my first night with Richard until the
present time I am, for the most part oral -- God I love to suck off a big,
hard cock on a good-looking man. But I must say the part of sex I treasure
most with Pete is when he gives me a long, hard fucking; I think that is
because his fucking me makes me feel the most that we are married, which
for all practical purposes we are.

Father Christopher occasionally has dinner with us at the house or at
Niches' restaurant.  I don't think he's gay -- just wise enough to know it
happens and the Church's position toward it is a blind one.

One evening, recently, that he was over to the house, I walked with him out
to his car and he said, "Michael, are you totally happy with Pete?"

"Yes, I love him.  I still love Richard, too, but I took your advice and
never make comparisons."

"I'm happy for you.  I don't think it was even too difficult a thing to do.
After all, we all have the ability to love more than one person at a time.
It's possible to love parents, spouses, children, relatives, friends,
neighbors and even God all at the same time.  I hope you're not forgetting
God?"

"I'm not."

After we exchanged hugs, I walked back toward the house and thought how
lucky I was the day I sought out Chris for advice.  I never go back or even
think of Alondra Park.  I will always love Richard until the day I die.
But I love Pete as intensely as I loved Richard.  I realize and am thankful
for the fact that I'm still sitting on a gold mine.

THE END

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