Snowstorm

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed at lopezbos@yahoo.com]

Snowstorm, Part 3

"For right now, I want you to start packing." I said with finality. I was counting on his sense of obligation to comply. If I stopped to think about what I was getting myself into, I'd be freaking out. When exactly had my life gone off the rails tonight?

Paulo looked at me, bewildered. "Now?"

"Yes, now" I said. "Where does your uncle live?" Paulo was getting to his feet, and he froze in mid-air.

"Why?"

"Because I want to know if his apartment overlooks my car. Where does he live?" I was lying, but not completely.

"Top floor, last apartment on the far side of the building. 519. I don't think can see."

"Good. Does he live alone?" I was hoping he wouldn't question me on this one, since I didn't have a good ruse yet.

"Yes, mostly. Sometimes he has people over for a few days at a time, but usually he likes his privacy." He walked into the closet and pulled on a pair of baggy pants and some sneakers. "Why?" he asked, poking his head out.

"No reason" I answered quickly. "Just curious I guess."

The plan forming in my head was born of the anger I felt. I knew that if I thought about it too much, I'd back out and run for cover. But I also knew that the uncle was unlikely to let a golden goose like Paulo just walk away. I figured that between the pimping and the body building competitions, he was making some money off the kid. Never mind the work he did cleaning offices.

"I need to make a phone call" I said, standing up. "Are you OK?"

Paulo half smiled at me, the best he'd looked all night. "No. I'm scared. But OK." He went back into the closet and started to pull things off the shelf in there. I retreated to the living room and fished around my pockets. I found the card and dialed the number, huddling against the wall to prevent being overheard.

"Yeah" came the answer after a couple of rings.

"Bert? This is Ben Lewis, you fixed my tire tonight, remember?"

There was a pause, then a little chuckle. "Yeah cupcake, I remember. Change you mind about that ride?"

I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Well, actually, I talked to my um, buddy after you left, and, um, well, I was hoping you could help us out." I wanted to throw up.

Another deep chuckle. "Well you're in luck cupcake. I just finished my last gig. So what's the deal? You and your buddy want have some fun with my stick shift?"

Did this guy really think that was sexy? "Here's the deal Bert. My buddy is like really really into role play, you know? But I don't know how, um, aggressive you are, you know?"

"Babe, I'm one tough motherfucker. If your buddy is into a little rough trade, I'm your man. And I got a full clip too. What's your part in this cupcake?"

Excellent, I thought, now if he could stay in character, I was all set. "Well, he wants us to play cops, you know, show up, rough him up a bit, make him serve. I'm supposed to be the detective, and you're the muscle man. Do you think you can pull it off?"

He laughed. "Hell baby, I won't need to play anything. But I expect your pretty lips on my cock."

"I'll tell you what: I'll meet you in your truck and get you nice and warmed up before we go see him, OK? How's that sound stud?" I was going to regret this. Greater good, just keep thinking greater good.

"You got a deal cupcake. I'll see you in about half an hour."

I closed my phone and checked the time. It was late, but still before midnight. I went back to the bedroom and helped Paulo stack his clothes. He didn't have a suitcase or even a duffle bag. I was tempted to tell him to ditch all the clothes and I'd pay to buy him new ones, but I knew that I'd be pushing him if I did that. There was a limit to what anyone would accept before they balked.

For the most part, I watched him bring out a few things that he obviously valued. A photo album, some programs, ribbons, and of course, his latest trophy. We didn't talk, I think we were both afraid that if we started to talk, the reality of things would seep in and everything would halt. It was late, dark, and stormy, and the activity had a surreal feel to it. I checked the time, then gathered up as much as I could in my arms.

"I'll put this in the car. I'll be right back, OK?" Paulo nodded, returning to the closet. It occurred to me that the kid's life was stashed away out of sight. I trundled out to my car and put his clothes in the back seat. The trunk had the wet tire still in it. Right on time, my cell phone rang.

"Yo, cupcake" said the very horny Bert.

"Hey. Where are you?"

"I'm just around the corner. I'll be there in five minutes. Don't keep me waiting cupcake." He hung up. This guy was a piece of work. I almost ran back inside. I'd left the doors ajar, so I didn't need to buzz in. Paulo was in the kitchen, staring at the cupboards.

"I don't want any of this" he said to himself. He shut the doors after extracting one glass with some figurines etched on it.

"Why don't you get a laundry basket and put what you want to take in it, OK? Look, I need to go out for a bit. I'll be back in under an hour. Are you going to be OK until then?" I prayed he wouldn't ask me where I was going, or why.

He was looking a bit dazed, but he managed a smile. "I'm fine" he said uncertainly. "Be careful" he said, adding quickly, "It's very cold out there."

I raced out to the parking lot again, making sure to keep the lobby door open. The truck was parked near mine, it's lights off but it's engine running. I was grateful for the darkness, since I couldn't see into the cab. The wind was still howling and snow flying. I'd forgotten my coat, so I sprinted to the tow truck and climbed into the passenger seat quickly.

The heat and smell of the cab hit me. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Bert grinning. A second later I saw that he'd started without me. I looked down at his crotch and saw him stroking his cock. It was a beefy seven or eight, cut, with a very defined crown. It was thick and not quite fully hard yet, though he was fisting it for all it's worth.

"Cupcake" he said by way of greeting. "I knew you'd come around. Get on it baby, show me what you got."

I took a deep breath, inhaling the diesel fumes accented with stale cigarettes. It's not like I'd never sucked a cock, I told myself. Or sucked a less than desirable guy either. At least I couldn't make him cum. I smiled at him and stretched across the long bench seat.

It was immediately obvious that Bert was a hard working guy. His sweat and funk hit me like a slap when my face was still a foot away from him. I inhaled through my mouth. I brought my lips down on the head, letting my tongue slide over the slit slowly. He withdrew his hand and sighed. I crossed my fingers that he'd let me work without pushing my head on his cock.

I slathered the head with spit, then licked down the shaft. At the base, the funk from his sweaty balls was palpable. I found myself a little turned on by this, which made it a lot easier. I stroked his cock while I gently extracted his huge balls from his underwear, this time taking a good whiff. My tongue danced over the sac, getting them wet and wild. I slid my mouth back up the shaft, getting much hornier myself. I engulfed his cock head, twisting around so my lips massaged the well defined crown, and tasted some pre cum as I squeezed the shaft gently. Another moan from Bert told me he was having a good time.

I inhaled deeply, then slowly slid my mouth down his shaft. He was a big boy, thick enough to really give my jaw a stretch. He'd gotten harder now, and I could feel the veins in the shaft bulging out. He hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed hard and pushed past. It was a tight fit, but his bucking reaction told me it felt good for him. I grounded out in his sweaty pubes and let my throat massage him for a second or two. I pulled off, sliding everything but the head out.

I repeated the slow dive a couple more times, each time squeezing with my lips on the upstroke to milk out some more sweet pre cum. He wasn't a big leaker, but I was definitely pushing his buttons. I switched up the routine, adding a little twist in the middle with my lips clamped hard on the shaft. The head rotated in my mouth, corkscrewing down my throat. I felt his cock twitch and realized that I needed to back off, or he'd lose it before I needed him to.

I pulled completely off him. "Warmed up enough?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Gimme more of that baby, I'm ready to feed you."

I stroked him as I talked: "I want you to save it for my buddy, stud. He's going to love your thick meat."

Bert grunted. "Fuck yeah, I need to blow this load cupcake. Where is this pussy?"

"The thing is, he's really into roleplay, so he's going to put up a fight. The more real it is the hotter for him, you know?" I kept stroking him, keeping him on task.

"I got it babe, just point the way."

"I'll take you up there. When we get there, I'm going to play the tough detective. Just follow my lead, OK? We're going to have lots of fun, baby."

I kissed his cock head for good measure, getting another hit of his aroma before he tucked himself in and shut down the truck. We let ourselves in and took the elevator to the top floor. Bert lumbered behind me, grabbing my ass. We walked the length of the building, with me silently counting off the apartment numbers. Finally we reached the last door and I fished out my wallet. Bert kindly slid his hand down my pants.

"You ready?" I asked, pulling his hand out. He nodded. In the light, he wasn't half bad. He was a bit taller than me, putting him at six two or three, and probably weighed two-fifty, half solid, half belly. The uniform was greasy, but added to his weird charm, as did the razor stubble. I only hoped he was as rough as he said he was.

I knocked on the door hard and waited.

"Yes?" came the nasal voice from the other side.

"Detective Riley and Smith, please open up." I used my harshest tone, it would carry, which was my intent. He may not buy the detective crap, but his neighbors would. The chain rattled and the bolt slid. He opened the door, and I pushed in. He was dressed in a thick bathrobe, tied at the waist. He looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower.

"Mister..." I pretended to dig a notebook out of my jacket pocket.

"Escobar" he filled in for me. Social engineering is a wonderful thing.

"Mr. Escobar, I'm Martin Riley, and this is Mr. Smith. We've been alerted to an immigrant smuggling and prostitution situation in this building." I watched his reaction for that flash of fear followed by a poker face. Perfect.

"I understand you're the sponsor of several immigrants; I'm going to need to see their papers Mr. Escobar. Right now."

Bert did his tough guy thing, cracking his knuckles. The guy was a natural. Uncle Escobar scurried to a roll top desk in his dining room. His apartment was easily twice the size of Paulo's, and decorated with pretty expensive (although tacky) furniture. Leather and chrome cohabitated with mahogany and oak. He fished through the desk, producing a strongbox. He brought it to the table and opened it up, revealing a stack of green cards and immigration papers. I have enough immigrant employees to know that these belong with the person.

I made a show of going through them, partly for the act, but mostly to find Paulo's paperwork. It was in there, along with six other men and four women. I noted that out of all of them, Paulo was the only one that didn't share an apartment on the address section. I folded them all up and put them in my jacket.

"Now, Mister...."

"Escobar"

"Mr. Escobar. Yes." I pulled a grocery list out of my pocket and pretended to read it. Bert was getting antsy, and I knew I was on borrowed time. "Are you aware of the consequences of running a prostitution ring sir? And illegals too."

Uncle Pervert blushed deep red, partly in anger I suspected. "I do not run a prostitution ring!" he shouted, "And no one is illegal!"

Never mess with a corporate wonk. At that moment, I knew I had him.

"Really? Can you tell me why you were in possession of these papers? I suspect that we'll find them to be good copies, probably of yours, sir. Speaking of which, can I see your green card?"

Escobar panicked, leaving my ace in the hole. "Look, how can I make this go away eh? Surely we can cut through paperwork. These are all legal, and I keep then for safekeeping, yes? We can work something out, I think, no?"

Bert stepped up and cracked his knuckles again.

"Well, Mr. Smith here may have some ideas" I said, giving Bert a little wink. On cue, he grabbed his crotch.

Uncle Pervert looked mortified. I moved in for the kill: "Perhaps if you take care of Mr. Smith's big problem, we can take care of yours, yes?" I cracked an evil smile.

Bert fumbled with his zipper and finally dragged out his turgid cock. In the light, it looked a lot bigger. Of course, next to Uncle Pervert, he was hung like a bug, but dear old dirty uncle wouldn't be using his tallywhacker in this exchange. Bert put a meaty hand on Uncle Pervert's shoulder, obviously exerting pressure. The guy's knees slowly bent.

"No, I don't suck cock" uncle protested, but he kept sinking to his knees in front of Bert, and his eyes didn't leave the mechanic's organ. Bert's cock was beginning to rise. Finally down on his knees, Uncle Pervert appealed to me once again.

"No, this is not what I meant!" he cried, "I can get you..."

Bert's backhand across his face stopped him. It caught me a bit off guard, and I jumped. Bert growled at him, "Get on it bitch" he said through clenched teeth.

Uncle Pervert recovered quickly, but was still hesitant. I decided to use my ace. I leaned close to his ear, "Miss Sheila says you like sucking cock" I whispered. His eyes got really big, then he got a sour look. He started to say something to me, but Bert reached over and grabbed his hair.

"Suck it" he ordered. This time, Uncle Pervert didn't struggle, he just leaned forward and opened his mouth. I could tell from his expression as he got closer to Bert's rapidly swelling cock that Bert's smell had hit his nostrils. This wasn't a freshly showered and prepped victim, this was real, one hundred percent working stiff. I smiled.

He made a gagging face as his lips finally came in contact with Bert's cock. Bert didn't give him many options, holding his head by the hair and pushing his cock in. He gave me a wicked smile then tossed his head back and moaned. Apparently, Uncle Pervert had done this before. A few gags and coughs and Bert was happily pumping the upper quarter of his cock into his mouth.

I watched for another minute or two as Bert introduced more of his cock, then rummaged through the lock box to see if there were any other papers of interest. At the bottom, I found a stack of letters, stamped and sealed. I wondered if these were Paulo's letters to his sister that hadn't made it past this guy's apartment. He hadn't even bothered to read them, just stashed them away. I slipped them into my jacket.

I heard Uncle Pervert gag and then half-retch. Too bad. Bert pulled out of his mouth and slapped him roundly on the cheek. "Watch the fucking teeth, bitch" he bellowed. Without needed to be told, Uncle Pervert went back to work. I hoped that Bert could hold off his nut for a little longer.

"Is he working off his issues?" I asked Bert casually.

Bert grunted, "He's getting there, but hardly seems like an even trade" he growled between thrusts into Escobar's throat. I noted that Bert's cock was now going all the way in, down to the big hairy balls.

"I agree" I said, standing behind Uncle Pervert and adding my hand to the back of his head. "Looks like you're not the first problem he's taken care of." Bert smiled and continued fucking his face with abandon, punctuated with gasps and gags from his bitch.

"Let's take this to the other room" I ordered, grabbing the back of Uncle Pervert's robe and lifting him off the floor. I leaned close to Bert's ear, "And get the fuck out of that jumpsuit stud, you're gonna get friction burns through that zipper." Bert chuckled as I frog-marched Uncle Pervert into the bedroom.

A king sized bed dominated the room, flanked by massive end tables that seemed to belong in a movie set. A dresser with a massive, ornate mirror stood at the foot of the bed, the better to see you with, I thought. The bed itself was abnormally high, with a little footstool on the side to help the short guy in and out. It was decked out with white sheets and frills all over the place. Overall, it was ridiculously grandiose.

I held Uncle Pervert up by the collar of the robe. The armpits took his weight, and he was forced to his tiptoes. Bert was shedding his boots and overalls and I spun Uncle Pervert around to watch him.

For all his rough edges, Bert was one hot fuck. He was easily six-two, and despite a little spare tire around the middle, he was well muscled. He had a light patch of hair that dwindled down his belly and then re-sprouted at his groin. His big cock was set off perfectly by nice big and very hairy balls hanging low. Tree-trunk hairy legs supported the mass above, and made him look even more fearsome than he did clothed. Uncle's eyes bugged out. My own cock twitched watching Bert's thick meat swinging and bobbing as he shed his socks and kicked his underwear off. Slick and wet from Escobar's mouth, it looked pretty tempting to me.

"On the bed, put your head over the edge" I ordered, throwing him in the direction of the big mattress. Bert wasted no time in grabbing him by the collar and positioning him where he wanted him. Escobar's protests were quickly silenced by Bert's cock head.

I shed my suit jacket, watching Bert lean over the smaller man and put his weight on his chest, driving his cock all the way into his throat. I fished my cell phone out of my pocket as I shed my pants, grabbing a condom out of my wallet and making sure the pocked was buttoned. I put the rest of my clothes where I could get them when I wanted to without a problem. I didn't know how this was going to end, and I wanted to make sure that I could get dressed fast and not leave behind anything. Like my wallet.

Judging from the bulge in Escobar's robes, he wasn't hating this all that much. Bert saw me palm the camera and grinned, giving me a little wink. I stood back a bit, out of Escobar's line of sight, not that he could see much with Bert's balls on the bridge of his nose. I took a couple of pictures, making sure that I could see Escobar's face. Bert pulled out enough to show off his length and girth, and I licked my lips as I clicked off a couple more.

"Grab on to me, bitch" Bert growled. Escobar complied, reaching up to take hold of the mechanic's big hairy legs. A perfect shot. I smiled at Bert as he eased his whole cock into the guy, groaning as Escobar gagged. Bert leaned over and spread the top of his robe open, grabbing his nipples and giving them a twist. Escobar whined, muffled by the wet cock pumping in and out of his throat. I wondered just how much more Bert could take before he shot.

I climbed up on the bed, since Bert pretty much had him pinned in three places. Escobar didn't really react to the movement, probably because Bert was exerting enough twist on his tits to keep him pretty occupied. I caught Bert's attention.

"You're gonna like this" I said, opening up Escobar's robe. Bert's eyes fell on Escobar's massive member.

"Holy shit" he said, leaning forward for a better look and pushing his cock all the way down in the process. He grabbed Escobar's cock and squeezed it, eliciting a deep moan from the guy. Bert massaged it, milking out some pre cum. Just as I was wondering what he was going to do, Bert leaned closer and took the head into his mouth, making Escobar gasp, or, at least suck in air through his nose hard.

My own cock was getting pretty hard at this point. Watching Bert's muscular torso bending and flexing as he simultaneously face fucked Escobar and tried to take his cock down was pretty damned hot. Escobar was helping by bringing his feet up and pushing, giving Bert more access. The different in size of the two was evident; Bert had to practically bend in half while Escobar had to stretch. And Bert wasn't exactly trying too hard to get his cock in his mouth.

I positioned myself slowly between Escobar's straining legs. Bert's eyes followed my movements as he slurped on the cock's head, fisting the shaft hard. When I got in range, he pulled off Escobar's cock and took mine instead. His mouth was electrifying. He swirled his tongue around my cock, then slipped it under the foreskin. I could see why Escobar had been moaning. He sucked hard, making me much stiffer. I pumped my hips, letting him take as much as he wanted. After working on the monster under us, mine was just an appetizer.

I stroked Bert's head, then leaned down. He came off my cock quickly and kissed me, still stroking Escobar. I kissed him back, then guided his mouth to my neck.

"You may want to pull out for what comes next" I whispered in his hear. He chuckled and went back to Escobar's cock, giving mine a lick on the way. I quickly put on the rubber and gave myself a few more strokes. Bert saw what was happening and straightened up, but kept his hand on Escobar's meat. He pulled his cock out of dear uncle's mouth and leaned forward.

"Lick my balls bitch, use your tongue" he ordered. For good measure, he leaned over him and took his cock in his mouth, making a surprising amount of it disappear. Escobar moaned again, this time more audibly since his mouth was free. Bert pulled off, milking out some pre and lathering his fingers with it before going back down. He positioned himself with his big hairy forearms just resting on Escobar's thighs. He gave my cock a little rub with his slick fingers. Now or never, I thought to myself, and shot a little spit down on my straining rod.

I positioned my cock and braced my legs, knowing I'd get one shot at this. I was pretty sure that uncle was no stranger to taking it up the ass, but then again, I could be very wrong. Bert had him virtually pinned and spread, all I had to do was aim. And I did just that. The minute my cock touched his ass, Escobar flinched. I didn't hesitate. I pushed, feeling the initial resistance, then that hot sucking feeling as the cock penetrates. Normally, I'd give my guy a minute to adjust, to enjoy, and to recover, but this wasn't a normal situation. I continued to press forward, sinking my shaft to the hilt. By now, Escobar was yelling, muffled a bit by Bert's legs that were holding his head in place.

I felt his ass tighten and release. I was right, he was no virgin. It was pretty clear after a few seconds that the protestations were purely theatrical. His ass was clenching and releasing my cock like a pro. I slid out enough to re-seat myself, and reached for my phone while Bert re-buried his cock in Escobar's mouth. Bert kept stroking the big cock, prompting Escobar to wiggle his hips. I snapped a few pics showing my cock well impaled in the guy, making sure to get his face in the shot. I was grateful for the big mirror that provided a `big picture' view of Escobar getting spit-roasted.

Satisfied that I'd gotten what I came to get, I decided to concentrate on getting what I wanted. I grabbed his knees and pushed them back, sliding all the way into him again. He was tight, but not painfully so.

"Fuck yah man, get him stretched good for me" said Bert. I saw Escobar's eyes open for a minute then redouble his efforts on Bert's dick. I almost laughed. He was probably hoping to get him off and avoid being speared by the big guy.

I figured I'd teach this prick how to fuck. I have him a minute or so of slow long-dicking, letting his ass flex and push in and out, getting the lips nice and stretched. Lube would have been nice, but at least the condom protected my sensitive cock from the friction.

On the last inward thrust, I ground my hips into him, lifting up his legs by the ankles until his hole was perfectly aligned. I swiveled a little, stirring his insides with my cock, and feeling his ass clench at the new sensation. I slowly lowered his legs, still grinding into him, opening them up until they were wide apart. The change in angle made his cock twitch, and I pulled out and rabbit fucked him deep for a few, jabbing at the button in his belly. I could hear him whimpering and moaning around Bert's cock.

"Damn man" Bert said to me, watching my fuck from the front row. "Glad I'm not a bottom."

I smiled at Bert, "Don't knock it `till you tried it, stud" and I threw him a kiss.

I moved my hands back to Escobar's knees and pushed again, curling him up just enough so that I had the entry angle back. I pumped quickly, alternating between shallow and deep, each time getting a little further out. Finally, I pulled all the way out and slammed it back in. Escobar yelped and Bert jerked upright and slapped him in the face.

"Watch the fuckin teeth!" he yelled down, ramming his cock all the way in for good measure. I saw Escobar's cheeks puff out and his eyes go wide; he'd been exhaling when Bert pushed, and now needed to suck in air, not cock. I popped out of him again and pushed in quickly and he jumped, but kept his jaw slack. Bert finally let him take a breath and as he gasped for air, I pulled out again, this time I counted to ten before ramming it in. I've found that's about the number where the sphincter begins to re-contract to it's normal pucker, and it gives me a quick repeat of that delicious first penetration.

I let my cockhead linger in his opening, enjoying the involuntary contractions around the crown of my dick. I long-dicked him again, letting his ass relax. Too much piston fucking and the ass goes numb, which is no fun for me. After a dozen long lazy strokes, I pulled out fast, provoking a little fart from my very willing bitch. I looked down to see his pussy contracting, and I gave it a moment before re-entering him, this time, nice and slow, letting the opening gradually dilate around my hard tool. Man I love being a top.

"Save some for me, cupcake" growled Bert, and I wasn't sure who he was talking to. He pulled out of Escobar's mouth so quickly that I heard a pop. Escobar looked a little disoriented since he'd been feasting on Bert's manhood the whole time. I imagined that his jaw was pretty damned sore by now. Bert had stopped giving Escobar's cock any attention, and it flopped around leaking like a giant slug on his belly.

"Switch" ordered Bert, moving to the side of the bed. I was a little concerned that Escobar would collect himself and make a run for it, but I had nothing to worry about. He lay there limply as Bert climbed on the bed and I climbed down. He was working his jaw, and when he saw me remove the condom, he just shook his head,

"No more suck, please" he said hoarsely, pointing to his jawbone. I looked down on him and smiled.

"No problem there sport" I said, letting the grin linger. I stepped forward and straddled his head, opening my cheeks. "Get to work on my hole and I'll leave your jaw alone for now" I said. Meanwhile, Bert lumbered into position between his legs and bent down and slurped up Escobar's cock again. This guy was hot, despite my initial reservations.

Bert worked the cock a few strokes, then grabbed Escobar's nuts and pulled. I heard (or more accurately, felt) Escobar give a little squeak. I felt Escobar's tongue start timidly probing my hole. I moved a bit to get my ass closer. Bert lifted Escobar's nuts out of the way and went down on his freshly fucked ass. For a moment, I let myself fantasize that it was my ass Bert was eating and I felt my cock lurch. Escobar was obviously getting into it too, now ferreting around my hole with his face, tickling me with stubble. Bert was apparently satisfied and reared up, aiming his unsheathed cock at Escobar's abused hole.

I instinctively pulled away from Escobar's mouth as Bert aimed and leaned, no, almost fell, forward, plunging his rock hard member into Escobar in one obviously painful push. Escobar howled like, well, a stuck pig. Bert groaned and used his strength to lift up Escobar's legs, driving him further onto the raging cock. Escobar wasn't so quick to settle down. He yelled and thrashed, which seemed to give Bert the inspiration to start pounding. Embedded as he was, he moved Escobar with his hips, and the sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the muffled shouts from between my legs.

Bert couldn't last long. I could tell from the look of concentration on his face that he was getting close. I started to stroke myself, wanting just one more picture before the night was over. I leaned over, aiming the camera down at Bert's cock, now fucking him hard, deep and fast. Bert was sweating, dripping on Escobar and his prissy sheets and robe, as his big fat cock tore him up. I stroked faster, watching this big bull of a man take what he wanted.

Escobar had stopped yelling and was down to whimpering and keening. I imagine that his ass was pretty much on fire. Bert arched his back, taking Escobar's ankles with him, pulling him bodily out from under me and onto his cock. Escobar screamed and Bert let out a guttural bellow that let everyone know he was breeding his bitch. I let out a little gasp and shot my third load of the night onto Escobar's chest and belly, with the last emission landing squarely on his face. I snapped one more picture of him, covered in my cum, totally impaled on Bert's thick fuckstick, and looking completely enraptured.

I stepped back and headed for my clothes, turning to see (and hear) Bert's cock squish out of Escobar's well fucked ass. A drool of cum followed his cock, and I had time to take just one more picture of the scene. Bert laughed and slapped him hard on the ass.

"Not bad, bitch" he said, climbing off the bed, then wiping his cock on Escobar's cheek before reaching down for his overalls. He shot me a wink as we both dressed quickly. Escobar lay there, looking at neither one of us and panting.

"We'll just put this case on the back burner" I said, more to Bert than to Escobar. Bert shrugged into his overalls and zipped up. I caught one more whiff of him, now enhanced by fresh sweat and cum. Damn.

"We're done here" said Bert, and he walked out of the room.

"Mr. Escobar" I said, quietly, so Bert wouldn't hear. "Don't go looking for Paulo, or the pictures of this little episode will find their way to everyone you know. I doubt you'd want your pretty little boys to find out you're quite the passivo, eh?"

Escobar shot me a venomous look. I winked at him and slipped the phone into my pocket, then walked out of the room. I wanted to get the hell out of there fast. Bert was already at the front door.

"Ready to go bro?" he asked winking. I nodded and we made a beeline to the stairs. Once back on the first floor, we walked out the doors and over to his truck.

"Listen, Bert" I started. He raised his hand and shook his head.

"Cupcake, I'm a mechanic, not a moron. Whatever it is you needed from that guy, I hope you got it."

My mouth hung open. Bert laughed again. "Look, cupcake, nobody, I mean nobody, is that good an actor. That guy didn't know you from Adam, and I don't really give a shit. He was a first class cocksucker and had a nice tight pussy." He pulled me close to him by my suit lapel, gave me a hard kiss. "So thanks for the fun man. Anytime you want some of what I got, you got my number, OK cupcake?"

I just stood there and then started laughing myself. "I may just take you up on that, rough-stuff" I joked. He hopped into his truck and eased onto the street, giving me a quick wave as he took off.

I noticed that it had almost stopped snowing. The wind had died down, although there was enough to kick up sheets of snow. I was pretty hot from my exertions, but I was starting to feel the cold. I scrambled back inside and buzzed Paulo's apartment. The door buzzed almost instantly.

I trotted down the hall, where he'd left the door ajar. Stepping into the small place, I came face to face with a pile of stuff on the counter. Paulo looked worried and more than a little nervous.

"I'm back" I said, rather superfluously. He looked at me, his eyes questioning me. I wondered if I smelled of sweat and sex, and if he'd notice. I had a quick decision to make, and I made it, reaching into my coat pocket and going through the papers I'd snagged from Escobar.

"These are yours" I said, handing him his green card and paperwork. "Put the card in your wallet, and put the papers someplace safe. Paulo looked at his picture on the card, which showed the same youthful face, but with a little touch of sadness. He stared at it, then at me.

"I won't ask you how you got this" he said, looking at the floor. "But I need to know that you didn't do anything that would get you into trouble."

I lifted his head up, "He's fine. He won't be coming after you. I'll tell you what happened if you want to know." I really wasn't planning on telling him the truth, at least not now.

"I do not want to know" he said firmly. "And I do not know how to repay you. I do not know if I will ever know how to repay you."

I felt the other papers in my jacket. "There are some people that will need your help. You can start there." I took the letters out of my pocket and handed them to him. "These need to be mailed. And I want you to write to your parents, tell them what happened to you, maybe not the details, but tell them that your uncle is not their friend."

Paulo clutched the letters and his muscles twitched. I could only wonder how much force was being exerted by his hands right now. His body was nearly vibrating. If there had been any reservations about what he was doing, or about what I'd been doing, they vanished. When he looked at me, I saw a frightening resolve.

"Yes" he said through clenched teeth.

"Let's start loading the car, OK?" I wanted to get him focused on positives. I feared that maybe those letters were over the top. He looked at me again, softening his eyes, then he gathered up an armload of his stuff and nodded. I grabbed the basket and followed him out the door.

EPILOG

It's been nearly nine months since that night. True to his word, he wrote his parents. His sister replied, overjoyed to hear from her brother. After a while his mother even talked to him when he made his weekly call home. He also contacted each of the others that Escobar was using and returned their paperwork to them. Despite Paulo's encouragement and help, only three left; the others refused. Paulo never asked me what I had on Escobar, nor what had happened that night, although maybe he will someday, and now I'm ready to tell him the truth. I still have the pictures, stashed away just in case.

Charlie, my regular maintenance guy, happily hired Paulo onto his crew, and Paulo is now talking about setting up his own cleaning company targeting gyms and health clubs. He got a free membership to one of the top gyms in town (and I got comp'ed one too) in exchange for working as a personal trainer daytimes. His clients pay him pretty well, especially the ladies. He's scheduled to compete again this year, and I'm thinking he's going to win it. He's coached me, and although I don't want the muscles, I was happy to see the changes he's wrought to my old carcass.

The toughest part is keeping our relationship platonic. I couldn't live with myself if there was even the remotest chance I was using this kid. I figured that once he had his own place and didn't need me for anything, then we'd be on a level playing field. He didn't like it, and at first it was an exercise in frustration for the both of us. I broke the ice bringing someone home. It wasn't a great day, or even a great week after that, but eventually things settled down and we got on with typical roommate rules. Paulo never brings anyone home, preferring to spend the night elsewhere. We're comfortable enough to talk to each other about our respective adventures, but often we end up on the couch snuggled together. He's looking at a nice place a couple of miles away now that he's got the funds for it, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Now as to Bert, well, that's a story for another time.

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