Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 16:35:25 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin 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 AND THANKS FOR ALL THE GREAT E-MAILS!