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Jason's Story -- Part 6
The local municipal court judge, Judge Otis, was married, had grown kids, and liked to be fucked by young men. He did not care what race, as long as the guy had a hard cock and could last at least 10 minutes, but no more than 20. And he was not into paying for it. He had an "assistant" who drove for him, and, who picked up guys for him. He had a big black Oldsmobile, the assistant drove, would park on the side of the park opposite the bus stop, and walk over to see who was there, and, if there were any new, preferably young, but legal, like me, prospects. The assistant would talk them up, maybe go into the museum park to size up their equipment and make sure it operated, talk to previous guys for a reference, and otherwise check guys out. If they passed muster, then, take them back to the Olds to play with the judge. For free. But, in return, get a "get out of jail free" card if arrested. The lawyers all knew this, and if a guy got arrested for soliciting, would try to appear before Judge Otis, to get the charge dismissed on some technicality, or the client found not guilty. The cops and the prosecutor would try to avoid Judge Otis, since they knew the case would be dismissed. Lex told me I should take advantage of this if the opportunity presented itself, and that the Judge prided himself on his ability to roll a condom on a cock, using only his mouth, and to let him and praise him for accomplishing it, and then fuck him when he was ready. And, go at least ten minutes, but when the Judge got off, get off yourself, and he would know if you did, since he wanted to remove the condom and could see if you came.
So, one Saturday night, when I had been doing this for about a month, and had some experience being a rent boy, the big black Olds went by the bus stop, and parked on the other side of the park.
"That is the judge," Ian told me. "If he asks, go for it, no money, but a good card to hold if you ever get arrested here."
His assistant came over to the Meat Rack and walked up and down a few times. He talked to Lex for a minute, looking at me, and then talked to Ian, looking at me, and then to another guy, Devon, whom I had gotten to know as well. He then approached me.
"Hi, I have not seen you here before. How old are you anyway?"
"Sixteen."
"You have a driver's license?"
"Not yet, I am in driver's ed at school."
"You wouldn't have a birth certificate on you, I suppose."
"You suppose right, but I am 16, and have been around the block a few times."
"You know about the judge?"
"Something. The guys have told me some."
"You interested in playing with him? There is no payment, that would be illegal, but if you are ever in his courtroom..."
"I understand, and, I am interested."
"Do you know what is expected of you?"
"I think so."
And he told me to follow him, Ian wished me good luck, and off we went. I got in the back of the Olds with the judge, he was about 50, a lean but with a pot belly, he grabbed my cock through my pants, as we drove off to the suburbs. After about 20 minutes of him having my cock out, and him playing with it, and his smaller than average cock, we stopped at a small building in an industrial park.
"Time to get out," the judge said, "and, by the way, what is your name?"
"Jason."
"What is the rest of it?"
"Jason Tran Smith, the Tran is from my mother who is Vietnamese."
"You can call me Willy here, but if I ever see you in my courtroom, you don't know me, and it is `Your Honor.'"
"OK," I tucked my cock and balls back in my 501's, the assistant, unlocked a series of doors walking through this warehouse, and then we were in a very nice room, bigger than a hotel room, with a big bed, a well stocked bar, a bathroom with shower and tub, and bidet, and, as I found out, a well stocked refrigerator and cupboard, just right for snacks.
"If you would like a soda, or water, that is fine, but no beer, wine, or other such beverage, that would be illegal."
"OK"
"Let's get down to business. Please strip, you can put your clothes over here on this chair." The judge proceeded to strip, his relatively small cock was hard, his belly soft, his balls hung way down, his pecs were a bit saggy, his head was balding but his chest and belly were very hairy.
I stripped, 501's, jacket, T shirt, jock, shoes, socks, and stood there in my full glory. The assistant sat in an easy chair, and just watched. It did seem that the whole scene turned him on, since he was rubbing his crotch through his pants, the whole time, but he never took his cock out.
"Ah, you are a fine young man," said the judge, "Do you play sports, or work out in the gym, or both?"
"Both."
Are you gay, or bi, or what?"
"I am not sure, I just like sex," I replied.
"Do you do sex for money?"
"That would be illegal," I said, avoiding the question.
"Come here," he took a condom out of its package, and put it on his tongue, and rolled it on my hard cock with his mouth.
"Wow," I said, "no one has ever done that for me before. That is quite a trick."
"You like it?"
"Yes."
And he proceeded to take my wrapped cock in his mouth and give me a reasonably good blow job, considering I was wearing a condom. He was playing with his cock the whole time.
"You like to fuck?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Do you prefer men or women, or I guess, in your case, boys or girls?"
"I've never fucked a girl, but I have fucked the rest. All I can say is that an ass is a lot tighter than a cunt, but a cunt is usually clean, and an ass is sometimes shitty, and shit turns me off."
"Well, hopefully, my ass is clean. Are you ready to put your cock in?"
"Yup." He laid down on the bed, on his back, ass up on a pillow, and guided my hard cock in. It went right in, not much tighter than the one female cunt I had had the pleasure of fucking. Mindful of Lex's warnings, I kept it slow and under control, and, since neither his body or his cock turned me on much, it was not difficult to hold back while staying hard. Meanwhile, his eyes were closed and he was using one hand on his cock, the other pulling his balls. Once in a while he would say, "faster" or "slow down" or "harder" and I did my best to comply.
After about ten minutes, which seemed like forever, he said, "NOW, fuck me hard, and cum when I do," and he increased the action on his cock, and I increased my action, and fucked him hard, and I could see his eyes rolling up in his head, and he began to quake all over, his ass clamped down on my cock, and I came, and he came, only he came for a couple of minutes, cum all over his belly and chest, not just 5 or 8 or 10 squirts, but maybe 20, the last ones essentially dry, but cum nevertheless dribbled out. He told me to pull off the condom and dump the cum on his chest, which I did.
"Thanks kid," he said, "what was your name again?"
"Jason."
"Thanks Jason, Henry will drive you back downtown."
It did not look as though Henry, who watched the whole thing, came at all, but I could not tell. He drove me back to the Meat Rack, letting me out on the back side of the park, and said basically nothing during the 20 minute drive.
He never tried to pick me up again, over the two years I played the rent boy game, although he did pick up other guys, mostly the new ones.
I ran into the judge two years later when I was protesting a speeding ticket, he gave no sign that he recognized me, but did ask the officer if this was my first one, which it was, and he dismissed it. As we left the courtroom, the officer and I, the officer asked, sort of, "You one of his fucking rent boys?" I pretended I had no idea what he was talking about, gave him a quizzical look, and just said, "What?" And, that was the end of that.