Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2020 20:55:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Stan the snake and Slick Rick - installment 4

When he left Stan's place the next morning, Rick headed to the gym, and
then to the office.  He had checked in the mirror of Stan's bedroom, to
make sure he didn't have a hickey after the night before - it had been
HOT, and he was sore.  And more in two days...
Rick had a chance to get home - he didn't have anything pressing to do at
the office - so he could pick something "fine" to wear.  As he was going
through his closet, he saw that there was a message on his cell.  He
picked it up.

"Hey Rick.  Commander Simpson, LA here.  Hope you don't mind the informal
call.  Anyhow, we're looking to fill a position for Captain out here, and
your name came up.  I think you'd be a good fit and so does brass, but of
course, we're competing with New York, so it you said no, we'd all
understand.  Anyhow, give it a think and give me a call.  It'd be good to
have you back, but I'm hoping you're happy in NYC. "

Rick got off the phone, and sat for a minute.  This could make things
complicated, or it could make things difficult.  Did he have a
relationship now?  He wasn't sure.  If he were about to get into a
relationship, what did that mean?  He had to talk about that with Stan.
Yeah, he loved taking Stan's cock.  BUT... if he took this job, he'd be
the first police captain in LA who was a man of color.  Maybe he could
even come out too.  He suspected that, if he coupled up with Stan, he'd
have to give up something he loved:  topping.  Yeah, he had only been
with Stan a few times, and the whole length of time was short,  but since
they started, he hadn't gone out at all.  He either spent his time with
Stan, or working, or at home.  And Stan won the "the biggest dick does
the topping" contest -  Rick had pushed things because he wanted to feel
what it felt like to be topped - but could he become a "bottom?"  He
didn't think Stan was gonna be agreeable to switching positions, but
would he be ok with Rick taking a piece of ass every now and then -
actually, MORE than every now and then - at least once a week.
He sighed.  Stan was willing to give up his very lucrative escorting
business to be exclusive to Rick.  Rick hadn't asked for that - Stan
offered it up, and Rick had been touched. What was he to do?  He would
think about it between now and Friday.  But ... it was time to look
sharp.  He pulled out one of his favorite shirts:  a white one, with
small red polka dots, paired it with a subdued necktie, and a dark gray
suit.
"I'd fuck me," he laughed as he grabbed his briefcase and made his way to
the office.

Meanwhile, Stan was thinking about what he had asked Rick.
"He's gonna say no,"  he told himself.  Stan assumed that since he wasn't
the beauty Rick was, didn't make the money he did, and didn't have the
fashion sense, Rick would never want to be with him for more than some
serious fucking.  On one level, that was pretty cool, because Rick was so
much more handsome, and so much more fun, than Stan's clients.  A casual
roll in the hay with Rick every now and then could be fun. But Stan was
feeling that he wasn't getting any younger, and he wanted to settle
down.  He wanted a relationship badly.  The kind of guy he went for was a
guy like Rick:  confident, handsome, secure, independent.  And smart.
And all those guys wanted someone similar.  Stan was none of those.  He
took a deep breath.  For now, he had pulled his escort ads, and had told
repeat customers that  "I have a mild digestive problem.  I'll get back
to you as soon as I feel better," and left it at that.  Rick had said
they'd talk about it on Friday.  Stan would do his best to convince
Rick,  moving in together was the way to go.

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Rick had prepared for Friday the way he prepared for court.  He had a
list of questions, he had thought through the questions Stan might ask
him,  and he thought he had an answer to each one.  He had played through
deciding  "yes," and deciding "no."  The job offer in LA gave him good
cover.  If he wasn't going to stay with Stan, he'd take that job.  No
question about it, so he wasn't forced into moving or taking a job he
didn't want.  It came down to:  the job, or a relationship with Stan,
however they defined it.  Defining it was the name of the game.  So when
Friday came around, he put on a blue oxford buttondown, a red tie, a
blazer, and khaki slacks.  He and Stan were going to meet at Rick's place
for the first time, and then they were going to eat at a place near
Rick's, which was casual.  Stan had balked at any place where he had to
dress up because, in his words  "I don't own a tie other than the ones I
use for bondage," and "the only jacket I have is a strait one"    Rick
believed him.

At 6:45, the doorman announced Stan.
"Sure Horace, send him up please.  Thanks."
Rick had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie, but he knew that his
executive look drove Stan wild and, truth to be told, thinking about Stan
and his cock had made him more than a little bit horny.  He opened the
door.  Stan had gone out and bought a jacket:  the best he could, and was
standing with a bouquet of asters, and a big, big smile.
"Hey sweet guy."  He handed Rick the flowers.
"Oh, what a sweet thing, Stan.  Thank you."  Rick got up on his feet, so
that he could kiss Stan, and then he turned around to get the flowers in
a vase.  He was trying to focus, and not think about the lump in Stan's
pants.  When Stan wrapped his long arm around him, that wasn't possible
anymore.
Stan leaned into Rick and whispered.  "You gonna gimme your ass, or do I
have to TAKE IT."
Rick smiled.  He liked this kind of foreplay.  "I'm giving you NOTHING.
You think you can just come in here and get what you want?"  He squirmed
in Stan's arm, and found his own arms pulled behind his back.
"Damn right I do."  Stan began licking Rick's ear, as foreplay to what
Rick knew was coming next.  the oxford was a rougher cut of cotton than
usual, so when Stan started fingering his nips, Rick was in ecstasy
almost immediately.   Rick had the idiosyncracy of his tongue coming out,
and licking his lips when he was turned on.  That was happening now.
"You gonna give it to me, fucktoi?"  Stan whispered harshly, and squeezed
Rick's nip.
There was no answer and then  "yes sir.  Take my ass.  Take it. "
Stan whispered  "lead me to the bedroom handsome, I've never been here
before.  But don't ask me to let you go.  Cause I'm not."  In fact, Stan
tightened his grip around Rick, and proved that his nickname,  "The
snake" could apply to more than his cock.
"Ok studman.  But I can't walk."
"Well then..."  Stan moved his hand to the back of Rick's neck.  Now he
held him like he were holding a puppy.  "Let's go."
This wasn't the way Rick had planned things, but Stan, and Rick's cock,
seemed to have other ideas.  He found himself face down on his bed, after
he begged Stan to let him put a cloth under his pelvis so he wouldn't
stain the comforter,  and then naked from the waist down.  He felt Stan
pulling apart his ass cheeks.
"DAMN look at that fine ass. I've been thinking about it all day. "  He
whispered to Rick  "Anytime I heard someone order half a melon, I got a
woodie."  Rick laughed at such a sweet comment about how this man felt
about him.  Then he felt the spit hit his ass crack.
"I heard of salted melon, stud, but never THAT way. "
"I bet you never heard of sausage stuffed melon either, handsome, but
that's what you're about to get."  Rick felt Stan's cock head press
against his hole.  His muscles relaxed. He knew now, Stan wasn't gonna
hurt him, however big that monster was, and he began sliding in.
"OH GEEZ STAN,"  Rick's voice came out high, and strained.
"Am I hurting you bud?  I'll stop.  I'll pull out right now.."  Stan
began to pull back
"No, no.  It just feels... it just feels SO good.  Take me. "His voice
got high and desperate.  "Take me PLEASE."  Stan smiled and got to work.
The first time, he had slipped into Rick an inch at a time.  Now, he was
going in 2-3 inches at a time, and Rick was sucking it all up.
"HARDER STAN.  HARDER.   PLEASE.  I want it to hurt tonight. HARDER."
"Rick baby, I can't do that to you.  I CAN'T.   "  Then he did.  He
pushed 4 inches in all at once, and heard the "hiss" out of Rick, before
he pushed in even further.
"OH YES.  MAKE ME KNOW YOU'RE THERE YOU BIG HUNK.  PLOW ME.  PLOW MY
BLACK ASS. PLOW ME.!!!!!!"
Stan was doing just that, and wondering what had gotten into Rick.  He
seemed to be like a jaguar in heat.  Rick's hair was too short for Stan
to pull it back, but he got his shirt collar.  Pulling that gave him more
traction, and he got in deeper.
"FUCK YEAH.  That's what I need.  Let me know who's boss, stud.  Let me
know who's your sex slave.  Your Sex BITCH.'
'TAKE IT YOU MOTHA FUCKA."  Stan had never yelled that before, in all of
his years of escorting, and as he did, he poured into Rick's ass.  Now,
HE was glad Rick had put the cloth underneath him, because so much cum
flowed out, that Rick's ass was losing it on the cloth.  Rick was
dripping himself.   Stan could see that when he rolled Rick over on his
back.
"You're gonna shoot for me,  stud bitch. You're gonna shoot. " Rick moved
his hands down to begin jerking, and Stan grabbed them, pushing them over
his shoulders.
"NOPE. Nope nope nope.  You're gonna shoot when I want ya to." He pinned
down Rick's hands by laying across one arm, and pinning Rick's second
wrist with his one hand.  Then he moved his second one down to Rick's
raging hard on.  He ran beard stubble over Rick's ear.
"Hmmm.  Looks like if I let you, we'd be seeing you shoot in seconds.  "
Then he whispered.  "Not gonna happen. Mancunt."
"Mancunt. "  the word made Rick's cock jump.  No one had ever called him
that.  He loved it, and hated it.  He wasn't ANY man's cunt. But... what
was he doing here, moaning and begging for release.  What was he doing
answering  "You are Sir, " when Stan whispered  "Who's your Top man?  Who
FUCKS you?"
Stan had a talent for edging.  Rick usually came very quickly after he
reached full erection, but not with Stan.  Stan seemed to know when to
squeeze and to cut things off, and then to tease him back.  He kept it up
for a good fifteen minutes, teasing Rick along the way.
"Wanna cum, studmuffin?"
"Yes sir.  Please let me cum."
"Ah, that doesn't sound sincere."
"Kiss me Sir.  KISS ME.  I'll show you how sincere it is. "
"Ya ready big boy."
"Yes sir.  I am.  PULEEEEEEZE.  "
"Nah."  Stan let go of Rick's cock.  He was laughing.  "I could keep you
at this for hours, rick. You know that."
"Nah, you couldn't.  At some point, I'd explode."  Rick laughed.
"Well, if you shot without permission... I dunno.  Have to find out
something to teach you a lesson."  Then, unexexpectedly, Stan let go of
rick's wrists.  He looked at him.
"Hold my head down on your cock.  NOW"
Stan deep throated Rick's cock.  Rick was so surprised at how good Stan's
tongue felt, he almost didn't react.  Then he did to Stan what he had
done to so many twinks before.  He pushed his head down to try to force a
gag reflex.   Stan didn't seem to have one.  But he gave DAMN good
head.
"FUUUUUUUCK"  Rick shot deep into Stan's mouth, and Stan sucked down
every drop.
Stan knew from their first two times, that Rick didn't like kissing when
jizz was involved, so he rolled to the side.
"Great sex babe. GREAT AWESOME FUCKING SEX.  " He saw the big smile on
Rick's face as he said  "In my top 10.  No.  My top 5.  First two with
you are up there too."

Rick wanted to clean up before they went to eat, so Stan sat and looked
at some magazines.  Rick wasn't much of a reader, and his magazines were
all of the fashion, and "men's" magazine types.  No porn, but GQ,
Esquire, etc.  Some magazines in Italian and French, clearly about
fashion. Stan looked through them, and thought  "NONE of these guys is as
handsome as my Ricky."   He would NEVER use "ricky" to Rick, but he was
allowed to think it.   Rick came out in a beautiful blue polo and jeans.
The shirt was a size too small, so it showed off his arms.  Stan found
himself wanting a second round.
"Can I brush my teeth or something before we go?"
"If you wanna kiss me tonight, you better."
Stan wanted to kiss.  He ran off.  He was ready in ten minutes.


The restaurant was a little crowded, and so when Stan grabbed Rick's hand
on the table, Rick pulled it back.
"Under the table maybe, handsome?" Stan's eyes were wide, and almost
begging.
"Sure.  For a little while."  Stan squeezed Rick's hand, and Rick had to
admit to himself, it felt good. Why was he so damned afraid to show it in
public?"
Stan's voice had a different color when he asked.
"Rick, I don't know how to ask this.  My place isn't nearly as nice as
yours, and I wouldn't dream of polluting your place with my junk, but...
hell, would you move in with me?  Be my boyfriend?  My lover? "
The charming way he just assumed that Rick wouldn't want his stuff around
was disarming Stan.  Had he ever met a man this "real?"  Was he HALF as
real as this sweet, honest man, who clearly adored him?  OH SHIT, this
was hard.
Rick used his biggest smile, after he had disengaged the handholding.
 "I have to ask you something Stan.  We're moving pretty fast.  You know
that don't you?"
"I do.  I really do.  But I feel like there's something between us.  Do
you feel it Rick?"
Rick was going to lie, then he didn't.  He couldn't lie to this sweet
heart of a human being.  "I do.  I never thought that this was gonna be
more than one fuck and then we'd move on, but I think about you all day
Stan.  I look forward to these evenings.  But... I have to ask you
something.  Something really important. " Rick was sweating.  This was
it.  He was afraid of the answer.
"Stan, are you ever gonna take MY cock anywhere but  your mouth?"
Stan looked at him  "Uh, no.  I was surprised I did THAT tonight, but I
wanted it.  I know I'm good at that, and I wanted to give you the best
orgasm you could have.  But no,  no one gets near my ass."
Rick tried a new approach.  "I don't understand.  I gave you mine."
"Rick, you asked me to take you.  You were gonna pay me.  You wanted it.
You wanted ME in you.  I don't want ANYONE in me."
"SHIT. " He was being honest and that was making this very hard .
"Ok, then let me ask you this.  You know before you, I was 100% top, and
I haven't topped since then."
Stan laughed.  "Yeah.  I really flipped you, didn't I?"
Rick looked down.  "Well, not exactly.  I still want to top.  If I move
in with you, and bottom for  you,  can I still have some freedom to fuck
other guys? You know, top them?  I'd only bottom for  you."
"FUCK Rick, NO.  I'm giving up my income stream to be with you.  Can't
you give up screwing twinks for me?"

That answer made things easy, and hard, for Rick.  Now, in the
restaurant, he reached out and squeezed Stan's hand.
"This is gonna be very hard to say Stan.  I... I  got a job offer today.
A really good one.  First man of color to be a captain in a police
force.  But the police force is in LA."
Stan's face fell, and then he recovered and smiled.  'RICK.  THAT'S
GREAT.  GEEZ,  I wish you'd have told me.  I'd have ordered champagne, or
something like that."
"Hey thanks man.  Nah, champagne's not really my thing.  But I'm gonna
take the job."
"How can you not Rick?  This is a GREAT opportunity.  Listen, is there
gonna be a party or something? "
"Nah, not for this.  I feel like I just got to NY and I'm going back.
So..." He paused and squeezed Stan's hand hard.  "Maybe we just gotta put
this on hold for when I come back to NY, if I do."
Stan squeezed back.  "I guess so.  Know what I learned from you Rick?"
"You learned something from me?  I'm flattered. No, tell me."
Stan squeezed harder.  "That I'm entitled to the very best.  Work is one
thing, but if I'm gonna give my heart to anyone, they've got to measure
up to you.  And that's gonna be hard."
Rick felt like he was gonna cry.  "Maybe we should order some food."
Stan smiled.  "You know, I hope you don't mind Rick, but my stomach is
doing somersaults.  I think I probably ate some bad shit at the diner
today.  I'm gonna need to get home  . So..." Rick began to stand.
"No, no.  Have a good dinner.  Have a great dinner.  Don't let me get in
the way.  I'm gonna go grab a cab.  You be good.  And let me know when we
can get together before  you leave."
He was up and out the door so fast, Rick didn't even have time to think.
HELL. What had he just done?

The next day, he called and accepted the LA job.  They wanted him out in
California as quickly as he could get there, so he spent the weekend
packing.  In between his packing chores, he called Stan.  He texted him.
He never heard back.

On Tuesday,  Rick flew back to California.  Monday had been Stan's day
off, and late on Monday,  he received a text from Rick.  "Hope you're
doing ok bud.  I had some of the best times of my life with you.  Settle
for second best, because I'm the best, ha ha.  Just don't take third
prize.  xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox'

Stan called in sick the next day, and stayed home and cried.  On
Wednesday, he put his personal ad back  on line.

Rick was in California for three years.  That was before he came back to
NY