Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2020 17:31:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Stan the snake and slick rick - installment 5

In the three years that Rick was in California, both he and Stan
changed.  Let's start with Stan.

Stan had continued to work at the diner, but it reminded him too much of
Rick.  Any time a man of color walked in, he'd think of Rick.  If he used
the men's room and remembered their first encounter, he thought of Rick.
It got to be too much for him.  He was making so much money as a top man
escort, that he didn't really need the fry cook job anymore.  He quit,
and as he said if people asked, first shyly, and then proudly  "I'm a
professional sex worker."  He became  "Stan the Snake"  .  His ads would
include come on lines like "Can you handle it?  "  Or  "Can you charm the
snake?"  It worked.  He was able to book clients every night, and most
afternoons.  He became an expert at asking what the client wanted:
someone who wanted him to cum was fine, but Stan wasn't a teenager, and
he couldn't book, say, a client at 7 at night, and one at 10, who both
wanted him to climax.

It took a while for the business to grow, but it did.  Soon, Stan was
earning somewhere around 250,000. a year - not that the government knew
that!  He DID report income :  escorting was not illegal, and he would
report, and pay taxes, for 150k of income.  That kept "the tax man "
away.  He moved out of his old apartment, and got a bigger, and better
one.  And, since he had learned that many of his clients were fascinated
by his cock, but weren't interested in taking it, he began doing scenes
where his client would be tied up , and he'd tease them with his cock,
threaten to fuck them if they didn't turn over information, etc.  It was
a wildly popular set up.   It became so popular, that Stan had to move
again .  This time, he took a large apartment with three bedrooms, not
far from where he and Rick had spent their last night.  He converted one
of the bedrooms to a play room , a second one was for clients who wanted
the "Snake experience," and the third, his private bedroom. He had a rate
structure for what he did, and his income just continued to grow.  He
chose his own hours, and he never saw more than three clients in a day.
He never saw more than one who wanted the full "snake experience" in a
day, and he only worked four days a week, unless a client needed to meet
at a specific time.  His doorman knew what was happening, but a few bucks
every now and then kept things quiet.

Rick's return to LA was, at the start, a complete success.  His old
department welcomed him back, and he soon had the "lay of the land."  He
found a gym, and he found favorite bars and restaurants,  and of course,
a fine apartment.  LA was filled with the young blond guys he favored,
and since he kept his body toned, and always had the "look" about him, he
had no trouble with the guys, unless one of them was "clingy" as he put
it, and wanted more than a one night stand.  That was not in Rick's
vocabulary . Neither was bottoming.  He went back to doing what he
thought he did best:  fucking those cute blond twinks.  One of them gave
him a nick name:  "Slick Rick," because he needed so much lube to take
Rick the night Rick bedded him.  Rick did not mind the name at all.
He became a bit of a celebrity at the department, especially after he led
a task force that broke open a ring that had been operating for over six
years, and had evaded the police.  Rick did it by shifting gears, and
pretending to be a pimp who was looking to get rid of some of his girls.
  The story made it to the national papers, and even Stan saw it.  The
picture of Rick gave him a bit of a  hard on, and he smiled,  trying to
convince himself that he was glad that Rick was happy.  When he saw that
a tear drop had fallen on the newspaper, he threw it out.

And things might have stayed that way, except for Corwin.  Corwin,
another of the young blond boys who were all over LA, worked for the
LAPD.  He was in a different department than Rick, but when he saw him at
the bar that night, there was no question.    He went up and smiled at
Rick.
"You know you're my hero Captain."
Rick smiled.  "You know me."
"I do.  "  Corwin introduced himself, but didn't tell Rick about the
connection to the police department.  He told him he was a law student.
"Well, Corwin,  I guess you know about pat down searches and body cavity
examination.  I suspect you need that tonight."
"Yes sir.  I think I do."
Rick took Corwin home with him, and plowed the young man all night.
Corwin couldn't get enough.  He wanted to stay the next morning, but Rick
wasn't having that.  Nor was he having the possibility of a second date.
"Sorry, that's just not my style,"  he told Corwin.  "You're cute
though.  You'll get plenty of action.  Just not from me."

Nothing Corwin could do changed Rick's position.  And he was pissed.  He
did track down Rick at the LAPD, and he'd call him, every day.  Rick
ignored it for a while, but finally told him  "Look TWINK.  If you don't
stop, I'll make sure you lose your job.  Now BUG OFF"
Rick might not have done that, had he known that, when Corwin got up that
night to use the bathroom, he had taken 3-4 pictures of the naked Rick,
with his cock covered with jizz.  Those pictures made it around the
department.    Rick had a talk with his Commanding Officer and... they
had a conference call with Rick's old CO in NY.

NY was more than happy to have Rick back, if he promised to be more
careful.  The NYPD had had its share of sex scandals, and kind of brushed
them off.  They were also short on manpower, and a guy like Rick, with a
proven record,  could help them.  So, three years after he had returned
to LA, Rick was back in NY.  He went back to his old NYPD building, and
had literally forgotten about Stan.  He went back to the old diner, but
of course, Stan didn't work there anymore, and with turnover being what
it is in that line of work, no one working there now recognized him.
They DID get used to his regular salad  , "dressing on the side," and his
coffee order in the morning.

Stan probably wouldn't have known that Rick was back in town, except for
a client who had booked him for "the Snake Experience."  The client was
blond, and younger than most of his clients, but his money was good, and
Stan got to work.  The young man impressed him:  he took all of Stan,
both orally and anally, without a single cry of pain, just moans of
pleasure.   When they were finished, Stan was chatting with him.
"You know, I tried to talk you out of this.  I was wrong.  I didn't think
you could take it, but you were an idea client."
The young man looked at him. "Thank you .  I have to be honest.  I wasn't
sure if I could.  I had taken a guy last week with 9 inches:  big
beautiful black guy I met in a bar, and I thought 'well, if I can take 9
maybe I can take 11.  And you were MUCH better than him.  Way more
patient, way more careful.  Sex with Slick Rick was good, but it was all
about the 'slam bam."
Stan tried to hold his composure.  Could Rick be back in town?
"Hey, can I ask you a question?  You don't have to answer, but..."  And
Stan peeled two fifties off the pile.  "Satisfied client discount...
Would you mind telling me where you met him?"
"Oh, no problem."  Stan didn't recognize the name of the bar, but he
didn't go out to bars much, so he wrote it down.
"I'd seen him there a number of times.  SO FUCKING HOT.  Always
surrounded by boys.  Doesn't let anyone touch him, but DAMN.  What a
build.  "
"Hey thanks.  Thanks a lot.  Listen, I can't tell you how grateful I am
for this info."  Stan gave him a card with a number on it.  "This is my
PERSONAL number.  You call that if you want a second round.  It's on me."
That produced a big smile.  "COOL.  Thanks.  I may need a while to
recover, but I'll take  you up on it Snake."

After his client had left, Stan got on the computer.  The bar was no more
than ten minutes away, on foot.   Hmmm.  He looked at his schedule.  He
had a few days coming up where he wasn't booked yet, and no one enjoyed a
good cocktail more than he did.  He decided to keep those days free, and
double up on clients on the other days where he already had work.  Then,
he began stalking.

It took him four weeks, but it finally happened.  Stan walked into the
bar one night, after he had seen a client for a non sexual session, and
there was Rick,  basically "holding court" at an end of the bar.
"GOD he looks GOOD"  Stan thought to himself.  Rick was wearing a tight
fitting black dress shirt, that showed off his arms, and a pair of very
flattering mid blue slacks.  His smile was as it always was. He still
kept his head shaved.  And he was still... HOT.

When the boys surrounding Rick had dispersed somewhat, Stan came over.
"Hey bud.  Back in NY?"
Rick had a look of surprise on his face, and then he smiled.
"HEY STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.  STAN THE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN"   Good to
see you.  How've you been?"
"Ah, you know, same old same old."
"Did you go off to a new restaurant ?  I haven't seen you at the old
spot"  (Rick had just realized he hadn't looked for Stan since he came
back).
"Nope.  Gone for a while.  After you left, I realized I could make much
more money doing what I do best."
Rick smiled.  "Good for you!.  All done legally, of course?"
"Hah hah.  I pay my taxes, and I haven't had any complaints."
"Well, buddy, so glad you're well and doing well.  Really good to see
you."    He turned his head
"Rick... I missed you."
"Well,  thank you.  We had some good times, didn't we?"  Stan smiled.
"Yeah, we did.  I've never been with a man like you."
Rick was about to say  "and you never will," but he stopped himself.
"That's very kind of you.  You deserve the best, Stan."
"I want the best, Rick.  That's why I came out.  I want us to get back
together again."
Rick laughed.  "Now Stan the man, that's not happening.  " He grabbed his
crotch.  "This boy wants to be used, and there's a lot of boys who wanna
use it.  It was one of your rules, right, that all you wanted was my
booty."
"Now, that's not true Rick.  Yeah, I didn't want you to fuck me, and I
still don't, but I wanted a lot more than your ass."
"I don't think so Stan.  I'm having too good a time as a stud Top. But it
really was good seeing you. "

Rick walked off, leaving Stan a combination of sad, anger, frustrated,
and determined.  He wasn't going home without Rick.  He knew how to make
that happen too.
Stan hung around the bar, chatting with some people, a couple of whom
recognized his photo from the interenet.  He waited until Rick's back was
turned, and he was engaged in some very serious conversation with
someone.  Then he draped his arm around Rick's neck, slid his hand onto
his shirt, and grabbed his left nip.  He began massaging it.  Rick's body
stiffened.
"HEY.  WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
"Bringing my man home."
"Told you that's not happening Stan. Now let go.. "  Stan squeezed
harder.  "OH SHIT."  Stan was varying the pressure on Rick's nip, and
then began licking his ear.  He whispered.  "You coming home with me
rick?  "
Silence from Rick for a few minutes, and Stan just kept up the nip
teasing, and the nibbling and licking of his ear.
"Yes.  Yes.  I'm coming home with you big guy.  "  Rick then got quiet.
Stan remembered how Rick's tongue used to come out and just move over his
lips when he was aroused.  He was doing that now.
"Put your hands behind you rick.  "  Stan put a hand on the back of
Rick's neck.  "Let's go."
There was a meek  "yes sir "  from the handsome cop, as Stan walked him
out.  People were staring.
"Sorry guys, but this one belongs to me.  Have a good night."
Out on the street, where he couldn't keep rick under control with nip
play, Stan squeezed the back of his neck harder.
"Did you just say I belong to you?"
"Yup.  Because you do."
''FUCK THAT..."   Rick yelled, but Stan tightened the grip.
"You know, I got no problem with calling a cab and working you in the
car.  So just calm down.  You know you want what I've got."
Rick sighed. "One night.  One night for old time's sake."
"We'll see."
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When they got to Stan's apartment, Rick's eyes got wider.
"Hell.  Sex work must pay well."
Stan came up from behind him, and moved his hands up and down Rick's
torso, flicking over his nips.
"Nice shirt, but what's underneath is gonna be better."  He began opening
Rick's shirt."
"How about kissing me, big boy?"  Rick spun around in Stan's arms, and
took his tongue.  They kissed for a long, long time.
"Three bedrooms rick.  One's a playroom.  Probably not tonight?"
"What's the other options?"
"Going right to my room, and getting right at it.  As lovers, not as a
client and service provider."
Rick looked up at him.  "Your bedroom please.  You're in charge."
In Stan's bedroom, Rick looked around.  DAMN the guy had made a fortune.
The place was gorgeous.  He felt Stan's hands moving all over him,
unbuckling his pants.  He whispered into Rick's ear.  "I bet you got on a
red jock."
Rick laughed.  "You know me so well.  Blue pants, red jock."
"Get them both off.  Get on the bed.  You know how."
"Yes sir."  When they were both undressed and Rick saw Stan fully erect,
he gulped.  "Uh..."
"As much as you can take tonight rick baby.  You said I'm in charge. That
ain't true.  "
He climbed on top of Rick and kissed his ear, his neck, while he played
with his nips, and pushed his knee gently into Rick's crotch.  An erect 9
inches was nothing to sneer at, and rick was fully aroused.  He almost
begged.
"Let me get my legs on your shoulders, Stan the Man.  "
Once they were in position, Stan began to play with Rick's ass.  His
thumb pushed, and then he slid in his fingers, one and then two, just
like he had, the first time they had sex.  Rick pushed back on them
hungrily.
"You've been wanting a man in you for three years, haven't you , you sexy
bastard?"
Rick smiled.  "I've been wanting YOU in me for three years.  Don't make
me wait any longer."
Stan began to slide in.  He knew Rick had taken all of him, once, but
that had been three years ago.  At about 7 inches, Rick began to make
sounds of distress, and Stan started pulling back.
'DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE  YOU STUD.  I AM ENJOYING THIS.  Don't you
remember what you did the first time?"
"I think I squeezed your nips, hard."
"Damn right you did.  What the fuck are you waiting for?  OH SHIT
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK"
Stan had started squeezing right away, and the stimulation caused Rick's
ass to open up.  He had 9 inches inside of him now, and Stan was going
further.
"OH SHIT.  DAMN IT FEELS EVEN BETTER THAN THREE YEARS AGO.  BREED ME BIG
MAN.  FUCKING BREED ME."
Stan pushed.  He had learned that pulling all the way out, and pushing
all the way in, was too much for clients.  So he took it easily, never
taking more than five inches out at a time.  He grabbed rick's balls.
"Know who these belong to?"
Rick gulped.  He hesitated and then he answered.  "They're yours Sir.
You own them.  " He hissed as Stan squeezed them, and then ran his hand
over the top of Rick's cock. The stimulation set Rick off.
"OH FUCK MAN.  OH FUCK....."  He came copiously,  as Stan smiled.  He
looked down at Rick and whispered.  "I'm pulling out now baby.
"Wait.  you don't wanna cum in me,  big man?"
"Oh I do.  But we went so fast, I didn't wrap it up.  I'm not giving you
any more risk than I have.
"Shoot on me.  Tell me that I'm your fucking slave bitch.  Let me know
who's boss.  "
Stan began to do what Rick wanted.  He lowered his voice as he stroked
his cock.
"You thought you'd get away from me, fucktoi. You thought you were rid of
me.  Well you know what? You were wrong. You're back where you belong
manbitch.  Underneath me.  Where you should be.  Getting FUCKED.  Getting
tortured.  Being my... AGGGGGGGGGH'  Stan didn't finish as he shot across
Rick's torso.

As they were cuddling afterward, Rick kissed Stan.  "So, finish your
sentence.  Being my.... "
Stan smiled.  "What did you think I was gonna say?"
"Oh, I don't know.  bottom?"
Stan laughed.  "I could have .  but I was gonna say  'man.'
He pulled rick closer.  "You want me to go?"  Rick asked.
"No, I want you to stay.  But you said once for old times sake. So if
you're ready to go."
"How about I spend the night?  We'll think about the rest tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me. "