Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 18:52:35 -0500
From: Bruce Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: The Week that Was III

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			   The Week that Was III

Rafa hadn't been gone for fifteen minutes when my apartment was sprayed
with bullets.  I wasn't hit but lamps, my television and computer monitor
were destroyed.  When the police finally arrived they called the prosecutor
from the other cases to come to the apartment and while they were going
through the apartment locating every bullet I was again questioned about
what had occurred on my patio the previous day.  I was getting pissed that
nobody seemed to believe that I had been attacked and raped, they were
postulating that the shooting was revenge for me raping an underage boy.

I didn't vary my story and while I kept Rafa out of the explanation I began
to feel that he might be the only way I could prove to the police and
prosecutor that my story was true.  I thought about asking him to come to
the apartment while the police were there but knew that the trouble he
would be in with his parents would take him out of my life forever.  I must
admit that I was a wreck when the police arrived and was thinking hard
about how I could get moved to another apartment building.  Was being the
target of the kids a good enough excuse to break my lease and if it wasn't
could I win a case in small claims court if the owner tried to collect
money I didn't have?

The prosecutor stayed after the police left.  He was being as nice to me as
his position allowed and tried to make sense of what had happened.  I sat
talking with him for an hour hoping that Rafa didn't try checking on me
after seeing the police leave.  I was seeing the man to the door when he
asked me seriously if I had made any enemies in the neighborhood.  I told
him that until the kids had herded me onto the patio I had thought I was
living among people that didn't care that I was gay, if they knew, which I
had to assume most didn't.  That was when I remembered who Ruben is.

I asked him to come back into the dining room for a few minutes.  I wasn't
certain that he would appreciate me saying anything about the hours we had
spent at the bathhouse but I asked him to think about how he had met me
there and the young man that gotten upset when I left him in the maze.  I
think he was trying not to remember but when I said that the guy's name was
Ruben and that he was the one name the kids that had raped me mentioned a
light went on.  He remembered Ruben from a lineup a year earlier from
another part of town where a man had accused three men of kidnapping and
raping him.  One of the things the criminals had said was they were going
to find out whether Ruben was telling the truth.

As he started putting matters together in his head he told me that he was
on the DA's rape team and that we were the only two men in his three years
on the team that had claimed to be raped.  He assured me that he understood
what was happening and asked for any other names of the boys on the patio,
I swore I didn't know them.  When he left he promised that he would be
filing charges against the four boys in the jail even though one of them
was only sixteen.  He said it was the only way I could avoid the charge of
sex with an underage male.  We were still talking when Rafa knocked on the
door.  I could tell by the knock who it was and didn't want him to meet the
prosecutor but I couldn't appear afraid to have a visitor so I made my
apologies and when I opened the door a crack I told the boy that I had a
visitor and that he might want to come back the following day.

I was left with a mess to clean up but I was thankful that I hadn't been
hurt and that Rafa wasn't in the apartment when the bullets were hitting
things.  I did a careful inventory of the damaged items, the prosecutor had
told me to do that so I could file a report with victims compensation and
get most of what the items would cost to replace.  Fortunately my printer
was able to copy the police inventory and I didn't find anything they had
missed.  I was still cleaning up plaster and glass when Rafa knocked again.

"Andy, are you alright?  We heard the shots and saw the police arrive.  I
wanted to come down to check on you but my parents made me sit in the
living room where they could keep an eye on me.  I think they were afraid I
would get shot."

"I am glad they were thinking about you."

"But, I was worried about you.  I was afraid that you were down here hurt
and unable to call for help. When the police arrived I knew I had to stay
there but I tried to hear something.  Do you know what happened?"

"What happened?  Your buddies that weren't arrested tried to shoot me or
scare me or something."

"Why would they do that?  They all enjoyed what they did."

"Maybe because I accused their buddies of rape and they know the police are
looking for the rest of the little cliche.  They just made things worse for
themselves, now the prosecutor knows I am telling the truth."  I couldn't
help myself but I had grabbed onto Rafa and was holding him as tight as
possible.  I had been so glad he wasn't in the apartment and began telling
him that.

"So you care about me?"

"You couldn't tell I cared?  If I didn't care you would already be in jail
with your friends.  I would never have allowed you to come in this
apartment that first evening or later that night or today.  What do I need
to do to let you know that?"

He looked at me for a couple minutes and then asked, "so does that mean you
are going to let me live with you?"

"Will your parents allow you to stay there for a few weeks?  Maybe after
that and fucking everyday we can have this conversation again."

Rafa slipped back in my arms and gave me a kiss that was as passionate as
the one I had given him earlier.  "Let me help get this place cleaned up
and then I want to have you take me to bed again.  This time I get to fuck
you first."

Even with Rafa grabbing me every few minutes to be sure I was okay and was
really going to take him into my bed again it only took us another half
hour to get the apartment straightened out and the broken items onto the
patio.  It almost felt like we were a team and I was beginning to think I
would like to have him living with me.  When we were finished and I was
putting away the vacuum and the broom he grabbed me by the hand and pulled
me into the bathroom.  I knew what he was thinking and went to my knees and
opened my mouth.  As he pissed in my mouth I wondered if this was what life
together would be like.  When he finished and I was getting to my feet Rafa
was anxiously trying to get rid of my shirt and unbuttoning my shorts.

"I love when you are naked, Andy.  Why do you ever wear clothes?"

"I don't think the police would have been too happy to deal with a naked
apartment dweller.  I guess I could have dumped my clothes when you arrived
but I needed to get the place cleaned up before I could allow myself to
have any fun."  Rafa had dropped to his knees and was desperately trying to
get my cheeks separated so he could get his tongue in my asshole while I
was talking.  The only thing I could think to do was to lean over the sink
and let him have his way.

Looking at my asshole the boy said, "I hope you will allow me to lick this
slit every day.  I have really started enjoying myself when I get my tongue
poking in your asshole."

"As long as I can suck on your balls everyday."

"Deal."  There wasn't anymore talking as Rafa had already started teasing
my hole with his tongue and I was tingling with pleasure.  There was no way
I would ever stop him from what he was doing, I was ready for him to move
in right then but I knew that I couldn't take the risk even if he was going
to make my ass the center of his world.  My chest was starting to ache from
laying on the hard sink and I tried getting up.  When I had made it too
difficult for Rafa to get his tongue at me he started talking again.

"Does this mean we are going steady?"

"That sounds so high schoolish, Rafa.  But I guess until you move in you
can say that."  I knew I was still smiling from the pleasure he had given
my asshole.  I was willing to agree to most anything if he would keep doing
that.  I turned around and said lets go to the bedroom.

"First, would you give me a drink of piss?"  I wasn't quite hard so it
wasn't too difficult for me to do.  When I had given him just a small drink
he surprised me by standing up and kissing me with his mouth still full.
We stood there sharing my piss back and forth between our mouths until all
that was left was the faint taste.  I took his hand and dragged him to my
bed, plopping down in the middle with my ass held high.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me."  I couldn't believe I was asking him to
fuck me for the second time that day but as I said it I knew that I would
probably want his dick in my ass for a long time to come.  He was on his
knees when he asked me if I would take the butt plug out of his ass?  I had
completely forgotten that I had left the plug in him earlier and the idea
that he had left it in for so long made me want to see what his asshole was
going to look like but I still felt a little bit of dominance even though I
was about to allow him to fuck me for as long as he wanted.

"No, keep it in until you are done fucking me.  When I pull it out I am
going to plunge my dick back in you."  I had to go to work the next day and
stopped our play around midnight.  Somehow I had managed to fuck him twice
and had returned the butt plug to its home in his ass.

"Andy, I need to let the cum out."

"Tonight when you are getting ready for bed you can take it out.  Until
then I want you to remember that my cum is in your ass."

"I'll always remember that you shot two loads of cum in my ass tonight."

"Actually, there are three loads of my sperm working their way around in
your guts looking for an egg to turn into babies.  Make me happy and keep
them in until you can't stand it anymore. Okay?"

"For you I would do anything.  Can I lick your ass again before I go home?"

I thought I could feel his sperm leaking out of my ass.  I wondered what he
would do when confronted with his own cum.  I need not have worried, Rafa
wanted his tongue in my ass so much that he licked up his own cum and then
worked his tongue in me as deep as he could searching for more.

The following morning on my way to work I ran into the two of the kids that
had not been arrested.  It was ugly, with them yelling derogatory names at
me all the way to the bus stop and only moved away when they saw there was
a transportation cop at the bus stop.  I was happy to see him but I didn't
complain about the boys, thinking that the harassment would stop when the
other boys were finally sent wherever the prosecutor and police were able
to send them.  Work was the same boring eight hours I put in every day but
I was able to get through them thinking about the boy that was waiting for
me.

And he was waiting in my doorway, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts.
As I walked up the sidewalk he flashed me a look at his dick.  I groped my
self in return and he smiled so wide I could have believed he was made to
smile.  He was so happy to see me that he had to rearrange his cock by the
time I was opening the door.  I was not at all surprised that he was dry
humping my butt and could only think about how long it would take to get to
my bed.  It wasn't to be, on the door was a note to call the prosecutor as
soon as I arrived home.  I stripped out of my work clothes and dialed the
number on the note.  Rafa didn't care what I was doing, he was pushing on
my back to get his face in my butt even before I hit the first number.

"Metro police brought in two boys this morning that they saw bothering you.
They were positioned at the station just in case whoever shot at you tried
again.  The police questioned them hard all morning.  Around three O'clock
one of them admitted that a group of them had gang banged your mouth."

"Now what?"

"We need you to come downtown and see if you can identify them in a lineup.
They now have a public defender and he has told them not to say anything
else.  If you can identify them I will have to build a case against the six
boys we have in custody.  The police will keep looking for the other kid
but the one that broke thinks he went back to Mexico last night.  He gave
us a first name but swore he didn't know the last name.  He also said there
were eight of them not seven.  Are you sure that you only saw seven?  It
might be important if the lawyers use it to make out that you are unsure of
what happened."

"There were seven."

"Okay.  When can you make it down here?  Or should I send a police car to
get you?"

"I would have to use the bus so if you were to send the police it would be
better and faster."

"Are you ready now?"

"I can be ready in just a few minutes."

It took me a few minutes to convince Rafa that he needed to go to his
parents and a couple to get dressed.  I was buttoning up a shirt when the
police knocked on the door.  The single officer was friendly, I would have
thought he was cruising me if he wasn't an officer.  The police don't hit
on 21 year olds do they?

When the prosecutor was talking with me before the lineup he asked me again
about the difference in numbers between what the boys were saying and what
I had reported.  I told him that I doubted that I could remember any other
faces than the two I had seen that morning since most of the time I was on
my knees looking at cocks not faces.  If he wanted to have the six that had
been arrested to show their dicks I might be able to say that there was
more than one missing but otherwise I doubted that I would be able to do
much.

He didn't think the court would allow that since the boys were all
teenagers but if the time came that it was necessary he would petition the
court for just that.  It was the only way I could think of that I could
refuse to recognize Rafa if he were hauled before me at a lineup.  But it
was true that I could have picked the eight dicks out of a lineup of
hundreds of dicks, I had seen them every night in my sleep.  I hoped that
matters would never go to court, my co-workers would be unmerciful with me
should they ever learn that I had been raped by teenage boys.  I was
already the butt of a lot of jokes because I was smaller and thinner than
the rest of the staff, they didn't need anything else to use against me.

 I was back home about two hours later, hungry and tired.  Rafa texted me,
'Is it clear to come down'.

I thought about telling him I was too tired to see him but remembering the
treat-ment he had been giving my asshole while I was on the phone with the
prosecutor I answer him, 'all clear'.

I was still heating dinner when he showed up.  He understood that I needed
to eat and told me to sit down while he finished the meal and served me.  I
had gotten rid of my clothes before I started cooking so while I ate he
knelt on the floor and gently licked and sucked at my balls.  I wondered if
he was becoming like me, fixated on balls.  When I sat back after finishing
he got up and cleared everything away and done in the kitchen he came to me
and asked what I would like.  It was close to ten O'clock by then and I
told him that I would need to try to go to sleep in about an hour but if he
wanted to fuck until then I would love to have his dick in me.  I knew that
if he hadn't jacked off during the day he would be able to fuck me for
almost that long.

I wondered why he grabbed a towel on our way to the bedroom but I decided
not to ask.  He told me he wanted to try fucking me from the rear, I
usually enjoy that more than face to face so I got on the bed with my ass
in the air only to have him say he would rather I lay down.  I stuck a
pillow under my crotch and spread my legs.  I was hoping that he would eat
my ass first but he was already rubbing KY on my asshole when I managed to
get myself situated.  I felt a greasy finger enter me and then a second, I
was happy.  I moaned in pleasure and told him to keep that up.  He did for
a few minutes but he must have wanted to fuck too much.

After the first time he had fucked me he had always plunged his entire dick
in me at once, I was braced for an assault but it didn't come.  I felt his
cock head rubbing against my asshole and he began sliding just the head of
his cock in and out of me.  It was driving me crazy.  If he kept that up I
knew I would be shooting cum all over the pillow beneath me.  It was the
first time he had done that but I was sure I would enjoy what was to come,
I reached back and got both hands on his butt.  With no warning I pulled
him to me.  I was filled with his entire dick, I could feel his soft pubes
scratching at my ass and using ass muscles I grabbed onto his dick and
started milking him.  Rather than let him fuck me I was fucking his dick
and almost as soon as I started he started moaning.  After three or four
minutes I let up and he took over.  For the next hour he worked my ass,
shooting at least three times and shortly before the time I had told him he
would need to leave I heard him ask if I was ready for him to piss in my
ass.

"Do it."  I hadn't even thought about what I would say.  We were becoming
piss bonded and I was pleased to have us share not only cocks and cum but
also our joy in sucking balls and piss.

While I was emptying the waste he had shoot in my ass he sucked my dick to
a climax sharing my cum with me with a kiss before he dressed and left.  I
woke before my alarm happy and full of hopes for the future, I had never
had anyone live with me and the idea that Rafa wanted me so much was
wonderful even if frightening.