Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 18:52:35 -0500 From: Bruce Turner Subject: The Week that Was III Nifty survives on contributions both by authors and readers. If you can please help. 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.