You know what’s great about having money? It makes everything so much easier. Better. More enjoyable. If you don’t have to worry about fifties and hundreds, let alone nickels and dimes, more than two-thirds of your concerns vanish. You’ll have food, shelter, clothing, transportation, entertainment, you name it. And with the cash brought in by mine and Irin’s jobs, it made life a smorgasbord.
Of course, we couldn’t do anything till we got our new IDs...which shall still remain unnamed. As all-encompassingly incompetent as government surveillance can be, I didn’t want to give them even a hint of an edge on us. So...driver’s licenses, passports, birth certificates, social security numbers had to be set before bank accounts. Then we could figure out our base of operations in the US.
Of course, Irin was in no rush to do anything.
“We should build up our reserve, first,” he said as we snuggled in a hot tub. Not naked. George was adamant about that.
“Never know when some asshole’s gonna drop by,” he’d snarled, “an’ I don’t want any germs from piss or shit in it. Shower, first, then get in.”
Which was back-assed-wards, but it’s his home, not ours. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I loved how Irin looked in a red, square-cut Speedo and he had a fetish for board shorts.
“I love the feel of them along a nice pair of thighs,” he’d told me. “The only guy who treated me decent in high school wore ‘em all the time, and he loved my blow jobs.”
Since we’d gone to the same school, just different years, I’d known exactly who he was talking about. Tanner Davis. Who, thinking back, had dreamy eyes and long hair and looked like a portrait of Jesus, and whom I’d always thought of as a stoner.
“He was,” Irin said when I mentioned it. “Got me started in the drug trade, and always had to have a joint before I went down on him. Oh, but his dick was almost as pretty as yours. Of course, your ass is much better. Last I heard, he was doin’ ten to fifteen at Upstate, for drugs.”
I hadn’t told him I’d heard that, too, before I was killed. To be honest, I hadn’t thought of Tanner as anything but a pussy hound. Now, with my new twenty-twenty hindsight, I could see where he’d been very casual about his pals and bed partners.
“His folks let me crash at his home when I was thrown out of mine,” Irin had sighed. “They didn’t care about me bein’ gay.”
“Nobody should,” I’d said.
He’d kissed me for that.
Now here were the two of us zoning in a hot tub, making plans for our future together.
“Okay,” I replied. “What’s the bottom line?”
His head was on my chest, water bubbling and swirling around us, and I was feeling so at peace with the world.
“One-point-five million,” he finally said. “Then set up an LLC...”
“Not a corporation?”
“Nah, too complicated. Gotta work up shares and a board of directors. Fuck that. Just you and me, co-owners. No investors. Keep it in Nevada.”
“You’re the money-man,” I murmured, stroking his hair. He reacted like a kitten. “How long you think it’ll take?”
“Oh...let’s see where we are in...in six months?”
I shrugged an okay.
So we stayed in George’s house, fed on George’s food, lounged by George’s pool, and fucked like bunnies. Which I’m sure he got plenty of video of. It got to where Irin and I were so perfectly compatible, I sometimes wondered if I was caught in a never-ending dream and would wake up, some day. I mean, this whole adventure had been fucking crazy, so you never know what’s real and isn’t.
Do you?
On top of it, I got nice response from the Beast about Piper and Hasan.
Their genetic structure was simple to replicate and is fast becoming the preferred repast. It surprises me. The one Irin sent is still in demand, but on a more generic level.
Like burgers verses steak, huh?
If I understand your analogy correctly, yes. More of each would be much appreciated.
You got it.
No, I do not yet have any more of it.
Beast, it’s just a saying, meaning I will provide.
Then why do you not say as much?
We’re weird with language.
That is an understatement.
Whoa, you made a joke!
Ha. Ha.
And that was that.
George came back with a hundred-fifty-five thousand for us. Meaning, he probably sold them for ten times that much, the greedy fuck. I was going to say something but Irin threw me on the bed and lay on top of me to say, “Don’t be stupid, Dirc. He’s takin’ all the risk. Has the connections. And will stick with us so long as he can clear that much. If we start whinin’, he’ll back away and leave us to ourselves. Then no IDs, no place to stay, nothin’. He’s been through this, before.”
I gripped his ass to pull him closer, grinding my dick against his. “You so sure?”
“Dirc...you questionin’ my judgment?”
“No...no. I’m just kind of irked that he’s being so greedy.”
“Part of somethin’ is better’n all of nothin’. And once we’re all set up, we don’t have to stick with him...not exclusively.”
I kissed him and said, “Okay. Sorry.”
He drew in a deep breath and said, “One of the reasons I love you is how you listen to me. You really listen to me. And you trust me. And you protect me and back me up...”
“You’re my mate,” was all I could think to say.
He just laid his head on my chest and we stayed like that for I don’t know how long.
There was one complication...it being his turn to supply the Beast. George would not let us drive his old El Dorado, period. So we had him drop us off at the downtown library, where we used their computers to look around for a car to buy. A ten year-old Chrysler 300 was available, over by Carson High School, and we could walk to that from the library.
The man selling it was in his eighties, and looked it. The car had been his wife’s, but she couldn’t drive anymore. He’d offered it to his granddaughter, whose car was giving her problems, but she’d turned it down while his grandson thought it was too ostentatious. So...here it was for sale, and at a decent price.
Of course, what I figured out in the way he was saying things was...his wife had not been the kindest of people and no one wanted anything that was hers for fear she’d use it to hurt them.
Which I understood. I'd had an aunt like that. Any favor she did for you was used to guilt you into doing ten times more for her.
Irin fell in love with the 300, and it was in very good shape. Like, really. So we bought it, and the guy didn’t ask for ID or anything. Cash in hand, signature on the deed and transfer, and off we went.
And the first thing we did was drive to a junk yard, pay the attendant five-hundred bucks to ignore us, and found a license plate off a wrecked car to replace the one on the 300. By the time it was dark, we were set.
We had a nice dinner then went prowling the streets for the Beast. Nothing much for the first few hours. College boys in groups out bar-hopping. Or guys with girls. The single ones we saw were not of interest. I was about to suggest we head over to Lake Tahoe and see if we could find a party of drunks. It’d be easy to sneak a guy away from them.
But then we got lucky.
A dude in his thirties, properly buffed up, in casual shirt, jeans and jacket, was having an argument with his date, a pretty girl in a nice outfit as we were passing one of those restaurant bars. They were in a shadowy area, probably where patrons went to smoke, and she had her cell phone out.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe you’d pull this shit,” he all but howled at her.
“The only shit is you thinking you bought the whole night with me,” she shot back.
“That was a hundred and fifty bucks, in there, bitch!”
She dug in her purse and threw a few bills at him. “Here! We just split the bill! Asshole.”
Things would have grown nastier but an Uber drove up and she got in. As they drove off, he kicked at the car and missed. And almost fell on his ass.
“Oh, good,” said Irin. “He’s marinated.”
Nobody else was around, so I said, “As you will.” Then I parked the car and we popped out.
The dude was on his knees picking up the bills, and as we approached him from behind I could see he fit his clothes even more nicely than I’d thought. Good ass. Fine back. And when he stood, it became even more evident. I was almost sorry he was Irin’s choice.
I called to him, “Hey, you know where Stevens Road is?”
He looked at me, confused, and his black Irish good looks and scruff got me hotter than hot as...
Irin groped his crotch. The guy yelped and tried to break away, but I bounced behind him, slammed one arm around his mouth and the other around his neck, and snarled, “Shut up.”
I yanked him into a nearby doorway of shadows for a sense of privacy, where Irin wrapped packing tape around his hands to hold them in front of him, then around his knees to stop his kicking. Being extra strong, thanks to the Beast, it didn’t take a lot of effort.
The guy still twisted and bucked, but it was Irin’s play. He pushed against the guy, forcing him tighter against me, making my dick even harder than it had been, before.
“He looks good,” Irin said.
"I know," I snarled. “Go fast or else.”
He chuckled. “Got you.”
He tore the guy’s shirt partway open to reveal a decent chest covered with hair and at least one lovely round brown tit. Irin had him by the shoulders so sucked on that tit like he was getting milk out of it. The guy squirmed and howled as best he could. Then Irin yanked open the guy’s jeans and pulled his dick out from behind his boxers.
Not a bad one, if soft.
He started massaging it as I whispered into the guy’s ear, “This is all we want. Cum for us and we’ll let you go.”
Irin was stroking on it, murmuring, “She was stupid to pass this up.”
“Stop playing,” I snapped. “If anyone sees us, we’d be in deep shit.
Irin dropped to his knees and started sucking on the guy’s dick. The guy stiffened against me, and I was able to peek over to watch my guy go whole hog on the dude. Fast and furious. One hand juggled his balls; the other slipped inside his pants...probably diddling the guy’s asshole. It was really lovely.
Despite himself, the guy was getting hard. He was whimpering and moaning and groaning, and I could feel his ass cheeks flexing, against me, as Irin’s hand was bumping me, too. Like he was finger-fucking him? Really?
Oh, even the thought was so fucking glorious. I had to try that, sometime...
Then the guy jolted and pushed forward, and I’m sure Irin’s mouth got filled with cum. He sucked and stroked on the guy a bit longer, making him squirm and whine.
Then Irin helped me spin him around to face me and I embraced his back and held his head close to me and made him kiss me, long and deep, as Irin yanked his pants down. The guy tried to scream for help but I kept his lips pressed to mine as Irin’s dick pushed inside him. I could feel the shock of it explode through him.
And when Irin pumped in and out and in and out. Shoving the guy’s dick against mine. His belly against mine. His pecs against mine. It was too perfect. Too intense. I was close to losing myself in the beauty of it all, thanks to the sensations careening through me when...
Irin jolted, hard. Almost like a punch. He’d cum inside him.
I couldn't help it; I let loose, as well...
And the guy vanished.
And Irin fell against me, almost laughing...
And that is when two couples came walking around the corner. They saw me and Irin locked together in that doorway, and one of the girls screamed, “Fucking faggots! Take it to a room! Shit.”
The others joined her. “Queers. Call the cops. Sick bastards. In public!”
Oh, like you never fucked in public? Fine. You fuckers wanna play?
I shoved Irin aside and yanked one of the guys over to me to pinch one of his tits before I kissed his fucking mouth. I don’t remember what he looked like, really. He was just young, skinny, stupid...and tasted of garlic bread!
Shit, I hate garlic.
So I shoved him back at his companions and snarled, “Next?”
They scrambled away, one pulling out her cell phone. Call the cops? Record us? Do a selfie with the caption You’ll never believe what this asshole did!? Who fucking cares?
I howled. “C'mon, girls, don't you want us to take the boys off your hands?!”
I made like I was clawing at them...and I got the impression from one of the girls she wouldn’t fight me on it. But they kept going, fast, fast, fast.
Irin and I raced to the 300, hopped in and drove off in the opposite direction, laughing.
“Fuckin’ shit, Dirc, the looks on their faces!”
“You wanna go back? Give the beast some appetizers?”
“Fuck no!” He dove his head into my crotch, biting at my jeans. “I want you to edge me all night and fuck me till I can’t think.”
I shoved my crotch hard in his face and snarled, “As you wish.”
And that’s what we did, all night long.
And that diamond brought us a hundred-and-ten-k, by itself.
Oh, we were ahead of schedule.
