Chapter 20.
Our intimate family conversation extended past sunrise then nearly to noon before the topic of sex came up, Rudy asked us about our first times. He told us his first was with six boys from his village, they were in an old dry riverbed, a hidden place the local boys went to hang out with no grown-ups around. Since it sat so low you couldn't see their vaquero campfire in town.
He said he'd heard of ejaculation but didn't know anything since he had nobody to ask. One of the boys stood up, walked to Rudy, unzipped his jeans and jerked off. They made him sit and watch, then at the last second he stepped closer and spurt on him, everyone laughed. After that show they made Rudy do it too. With just black fuzz growing above his dick he stood in front of them and tried it and sure enough, he let go a few drops of white stuff and said it felt really weird. Then he used sticks and leaves to get the semen off his face and shirt.
He told us one time they had a girl there and took her clothes off so they could see her body, some of them licked her nipples while other boys fucked her, and that was the first time he saw sex. He said the girl was young but known in town for letting people touch her for money, which was how he learned he could do it too. He said they let him watch up-close to learn how to fuck but he really liked watching them orgasm on her stomach, and the weird faces and sounds the boys made.
Rudy described one boy put her on her back, he had Rudy get close and he pulled out and showed him the girl's anatomy, then slowly re-inserted his boner and started humping again. Rudy said that show made him super horny. He spread her flaps apart to show him her girl parts and then he stroked his glistening dick so Rudy could admire it too, like he wanted to show it off, then he slowly pushed it back inside her and started humping her again.
David asked him who he inherited his puffy nipples from and Rudy said he didn't know, he had the biggest in the family including his mother and sister. He said maybe it was one of his grandparents or just bad luck. Since everyone bathed in the back yard he'd seen his entire family naked every week. Rudy said his big tits were the biggest attraction on his body because lots of Mexicans had big dicks, but very few had girl size nipples.
David told his story, he had a local friend that was two years older that was constantly goosing him when they were in the woods playing. And eventually he showed off how he could squirt and had David try it to, and that was his second orgasm. On their way into the woods they stopped to pick some raspberries and used leaves like Tupperware containers. He leaned against a tree and stroked it with the other boy kneeling beside him. The kid held the leaf in his hand, full of wild raspberries. When he came he squirted all over the fruit, they took turns eating the fruit.
Rudy asked him how it tasted and David said he didn't remember, but he thought it was very erotic watching someone else eat his semen on food. Rudy just said `Wow, that's hot,' after that story.
After everyone took turns in the bathroom Rudy asked how we met and why we were at the hotel where we met him. We told him we met in college and fell in love quickly. We were so similar like re-united twin brothers and had a brain wave thing between us that worked really well.
David told Rudy we were in the Engineering School student lounge, he was sitting on a padded bench reading when I walked by on my way to the electronics lab. David said he could see the head of my dick hanging down my jeans leg and thought only a real nerd would walk around campus like that and he liked the shape of my butt, so he closely watched me walk by.
I said I noticed him watch me and at a glance he looked about the same size and age as me so I memorized his face and clothes and kept going. I walked into the lab and put down my backpack but couldn't stop thinking about him so I went back. When I got back in the commons he was still there sitting in the sunshine on a bench by the windows and the way the sun shone in the window it lit up his flesh under his shirt and I saw he had a bulge in his pants and nice smooth chest so I hid my smile and walked to the far side then pretended I forgot something and turned around again and walked past him a bit closer.
"When I walked past David he tossed his calculator on the floor in front of me so I stopped and picked it up and handed it to him with a very red face and shaky voice because he was so beautiful. That was when I recognized him from two classes last semester, we exchanged phone numbers and texted for a few days and started sitting next to each other in classes and that's how we started."
Then he asked about our sex and said he was 'butt raped' twice. David described in some detail that we fucked like he got raped but we made it pleasurable and romantic, we frequently blew each other, we massaged and touched a lot and licked tits and belly buttons and enjoyed lots of flesh to flesh contact, a common goal we had was to care for each other and give pleasure too. I told him about the cheap motel in Arizona, how I spent most of the day with David's dick in my mouth. I think when I said that Rudy got aroused because he quickly reached down his shorts. David said I only married him to be my personal pacifier and boy-milk producer. We all chuckled but he was only part wrong.
Rudy asked if we cheated and I told him when we decided to become boyfriends we agreed that fucking, swallowing, and deep tongue kissing was just for us but other stuff like mouth kissing, massage, jerking off, titty and belly button licking were universal, he reached down and adjusted his position after I said that.
David told him we were on a short vacation, that's why we were in San Diego, we'd been there before and always liked that hotel. He also told Rudy we immediately suspected he was going to try to rob us, but since we had weapons we weren't afraid and decided to bust him and turn him over to the FBI if they wanted him. David told him it was legal for us to kill him if he used a weapon. Rudy swallowed deeply but still listened. He explained that after so many minutes in the hotel room his friend Marcello would barge in with a mask and a plastic replica pistol and rob them and leave quickly, they knew how to sneak out of the hotel without being seen.
We had a few awkward moments of quiet before anyone spoke again.
"You guys ever baile erótico?" I asked him what it meant and he offered to show us, but he had to use the kitchen radio, so David got us something to drink while Rudy got the boom box from the kitchen and switched it to FM and tuned across the dial looking for deep bass dance beat in Spanish and found an FM station in Houston and then closed our bedroom door so the room was dark again, I asked if he needed anything but he said no.
He stood in the middle of the room and started an (erotic belly dance) dance routine with his hands sliding up and down his sides, then up his front and across his chest then down his sides again, he slowly moved his hips in a circle, and mouthed the words to a song we couldn't understand but the beat was really nice, I thought it was a great song, it was very heavy with percussion, like a Central American tribal beat, very heavy with deep drums (it reminded me of Indian war drums in old western movies). It didn't take long and our feet were tapping as he swayed and rubbed his body. David swung around and rested his head on my stomach to watch the show. We could see Rudy was limp but full length, the outline of his seven inch sausage was clearly visible in his shorts.
He moved side to side a little as he slid his hands and across his chest, we both saw his large nips snap back into shape then he slid his palms down his sides down to his thighs and across his crotch. It was easy to see that he enjoyed rubbing his body. Sometimes he'd grab his dick through his shorts and rubbed it from end to end which made it clearly visible as it slowly got hard and pressed against the inside of his shorts.
This was the first time we saw him up close shirtless (since San Diego). His belly button was very wide and deep, with a layer of baby fat on his belly it made it look 2-3 inches deep and perfectly round, even when he bent forward his hole stayed wide open. His hole appeared to grow over an inch beyond the actual edges because his stomach curved-in way out which made it look almost three inches across. I could clearly see a smooth brown bottom that just grabbed my eyes and I couldn't look away.
We'd seen his tits before on the DVD, they puffed way out. His chest, stomach, arm pits and lower belly were totally hairless, which added to his sexy school boy look, he was a genuine Mexican Twink. And judging by the boner in his shorts he was super horny and ready to come.
When he slid his hands over his tits they popped back out and when he pushed his chest outward they screamed for someone to lick `em. His flesh was a medium brown and had no moles or scars of any kind on his entire upper body, front and back. He had somewhat of a V-shape to his back but if he wasn't so tall he could easily pass for an eighth grader, I'm sure he was popular in prison with his boy face, but who knows, maybe in Latin prison culture that look wasn't popular. He said most of them were Mexican gangbangers covered with tats and were seriously into body building, not fucking boys. Then he said the guy that raped him was a white guy most considered to be insane, probably from chronic syphilis.
I got hard watching the show. When the third song started David shoved his hand down his shorts, Rudy opened his too, and then his hands went from his shoulders down his sides, up and across his chest then down his stomach and far down his shorts. Each time he reached down his shorts they inched lower.
It didn't take more than a couple minutes before pubes were visible when his hands were up on his chest. I could not take my eyes off his lower belly it was calling my mouth.
Not too long after pubes appeared his dance turned more erotic and he reached way down his shorts and pulled out his fully erect and slimy dick head, his foreskin didn't reach the very tip of his dick so he would have an occasional short string of pre-come swaying off the tip while he danced and his dick spun in circles in front of him. The harder he got the less it swung until it was totally rigid and pointed out and upward, his ball sack was big and looked full and almost bald. A few times he'd swipe the clear slick fluid off the head and rub it on his tongue or massage it into one of his tits.
When a commercial break started we applauded and he bowed, his face turned red, he went over and shut off the radio and came back and lay across the foot of the bed. I told him I'd like him to do that again sometime and let me record it so we could watch it on the big screen and jerk off too. Rudy put his hands over his face and chuckled as if he was embarrassed or thought that was silly. Rudy knew he looked good, but when people told him things like they desired him because of his looks it embarrassed him because he felt a man's worth shouldn't be based on looks, which didn't really represent their character.
David seemed worried about all of us getting out of control after 12 hours of fantastic conversation, so David suggested we get dressed and take a walk around the farm to cool our hormones.
We all put on shirts and shoes and went out the back door, about 100 feet away stood the barn, the wide opening on this end had no doors but it was big enough for someone to drive a semi-tractor inside. The former owner had two tractors they hauled loads across the country for a living. The realtor said they made their money hauling containers back and forth on I-10 from Los Angeles to Florida because it was cheaper (but slower) than paying to cross the Panama Canal.
We walked outside around the fresh dirt from having our septic field replaced, the ground was still torn up from that job. Rudy walked out into the field, it was a gentle downhill slope towards the river two miles away and thirty nine feet lower.
We stopped and held hands and listened to the huge noise of the insects outside. Rudy walked into the field and listened to the insect orchestra too, it was a nice sound to sleep with.
David and I held hands and eventually turned and kissed for a while.
We never heard Rudy but when we pulled apart he was standing close watching us kiss. I reached out my hand and grabbed his shoulder, so he stepped into us and put his arms around and the three of us held each other, in Spanish Rudy said, 'Family.'
He leaned in and kissed both of us on the cheek then turned around, we all faced the east. We pulled him back against us, his back against our front sides and we held him. David told me later he slipped his hand down to his waist and under his shirt and rubbed over his belly button and kept his hand down there.
In Spanish Rudy pointed up in the sky above the trees, he said, 'Look at the tower.' We stood there and stared at the top of our tower, I told Rudy there was a regulation on the colors and how large the color areas were. Then he had me explain what 'FAA' meant.
We stood there in the sunshine listening to the bugs and frogs in the bayou and watched our tower four miles away. I had my left hand down David's pants scratching his butt cheek and my right hand around Rudy's chest with my hand on his far shoulder.
I finally got the nerve to try something, I put my hand on the back of his head and slowly inserted my fingers into his hair and slid it forward to feel how thick and wonderful his shiny black hair felt, I could do that to his hair every day.
David was leaned sideways against me with his right hand under my shirt scratching my back, his left hand on Rudy over his tummy with one finger bent and inserted to the bottom of his belly button as if he was holding him in place. It was a very romantic several minutes until the mosquitoes found us, then we went back inside.
We went back to our bed and got back in our spots and talked even more, but everyone was tired, it was almost noon. We'd been up talking for almost sixteen hours!
He lay across the foot of our bed and asked about oral sex, we agreed with what he heard that men gave the best blow jobs, best hand jobs too. Girls could learn to but it took training and practice, those were rare in a woman, so men were usually best. He said he agreed that men sucked dick the best. He sat there like he had more to say while we kissed and bumped foreheads together. Rudy said he wanted to watch us kiss if it was okay, we said it was fine.
Eventually David got tired of lying back with his head held up so he relaxed on the pillow, I reached over and played with his flat red tit, Rudy watched closely then he said, "Ryan, you held my dick on that bed in the hotel in San Diego, how did I compare to you and David?"
"Well that was a couple years ago, but I think you are about the same size as him," I said gripping David and giving him a long firm rub through his shorts, then I grabbed my waistband and pushed it below my nuts and fully exposed myself and told him he was an inch longer than me and his tits were about three or four times bigger than mine.
He nodded yes but just sat there. I pulled my hand back but stayed there with mine out and limp across my belly so he could look at it, but in all honesty I didn't really want to do anything but go to sleep. Then I told him that he was uncircumcised which would make it taste and smell weird to us, if he ever wanted a fantastico blow job he'd have to seriously wash under his foreskin with soapy fingers and lots of hot water. After sitting there for a while staring at my body Rudy finally got off the bed, walked over to me and kissed me on the lips and went to his room.
As Rudy walked out of our room David told him that was a great evening, including our sixteen hour conversation. Rudy stopped and turned to look back at us, then David told him we should do this every weekend. Like three brothers sharing our lives.
I had the feeling he wanted one of us to grab him and blow him. That was the first night we all went to bed with our doors open and showered with the bathroom doors open too. That even changed all of us and how we acted together, it lowered barriers and made us act more like three best friends instead of roommates.
During our next six months together we several evenings like that, he even repeated his erotic dance for us a couple times. We had evenings where all of us ended up in shorts or underwear and we sat on our bed and talked, more than once I even stroked myself in front of Rudy, not because I wanted to come but because it felt nice and doing it in front of everyone showed trust and intimacy. He got turned on but never wanked in front of us but he said he did it at least three times a week and sometimes in the bathroom at the music store. David admitted he jerked off at the store too, then we all laughed. Rudy said it was my turn next, just like the album by the Who, Who's Next?
One weekend he let me photograph his entire body, he posed on his bed in low light and I took a few hundred photos of every inch of the front of his body from his pubes on up. I learned his right tit was bigger than the left and when I was shooting him I got some old Matchbox cars from my box of kid stuff and parked them on his chest to make it look like a giant mound of red rocks or an enormous boulder. I got shots of him with my Matchbox front end loader's front bucket against the base of his tit like it was trying to dig it out. He told me I was the first Gringo to ever treat them like a thing of beauty rather than something to pinch and twist. He said he secretly liked them and was very proud but showing them in public was muy risky.
I also used a very fine tip felt artist pen to draw smiley faces on his left tit and photograph them. I think I drew about thirty different faces. He was turned on the entire time and had a big wet spot in his undies. I drew the outline of a Teepee on it, or lots of small circles so it looked like a pile of rocks. The ink came off easily with a rag and a few drops of alcohol.
It was worth the sacrifice to cut some of my old green plastic army men in half and set them inside his belly button like it was a foxhole. I drew some weeds on his skin around it and parked a matchbox army jeep over near his hip to be blurry in the background, I drew trees and partially destroyed buildings on his dick to be blurry in the background behind the soldiers.
After I was done both of us were very horny, it was obvious because we both had wet spots on our shorts. David was at the store working in the store web page HTML code, I asked Rudy if he'd like me to give him a bath. At first he stared at me because he probably hadn't had a bath since he was two years old, but he actually said yes, I told him to come in the bathroom.
I set out a nice large fluffy towel and several shampoos and soaps and started the water running. I was on my knees beside the tub while he took off his clothes and set them on the sink. He stopped at the toilet to pee, which was one of the first times I stood very close to another man while he pissed in the toilet, then he stepped into the tub. Standing there naked he asked me where he should go, so I told him to sit down. He sat in the tub facing the faucet while I took a large plastic glass and scooped it full and dumped it over his head twice to wet his very thick jet black hair. Water dripped down like a waterfall over his forehead and down onto his face.
I poured shampoo on my hand and lathered his hair and scrubbed it against the grain for almost a minute then had him lay back to rinse off. While he got most of it from his hair I got the chance to closely examine the front of his body from knees to forehead. His flesh looked darker in the white porcelain bathtub.
Next, I had him sit up so I could soap a sponge and scrub his back down to the top of his butt. Then I had him raise his arms and did his flanks and his arm pits, then with one turn I did both arms and hands. He was still limp but I was totally hard with it smashed against the outside of the tub. His hands had the darkest flesh on his body, they looked old compared to the rest of him.
Then I did his legs one at a time. I had him get on his back and pull one knee up to his chest then I scrubbed his leg and feet, down to the spaces between his toes. But he had to turn around for me to get the other leg. After the legs I got him to stand on his knees facing the nozzle so I could use the sponge to carefully scrub his hairless butt cheeks and his hairless crack. After that was done I soaped my hand and hand washed his crack with a lot of soap on my hand. I scrubbed forward to the back of his nuts, then had him sit down while I dumped the water and refilled the tub.
While new hot water was running from the faucet I noticed he was about half hard.
Next, I had him face me and I started at his shoulders and washed from his neck down to his belly button. I knew the sponge would be too rough for his nipples so I hand washed them and used a thick glob of liquid soap on my finger to carefully scrape the inside and clean his belly button, probably more than it had ever been done before. I scrubbed and dug and scraped the inside of his hole over and over, he stood there on his knees with his now fully erect dick aimed at me.
I carefully hand washed his nutsack by stretching it out and using the sponge to gently scrub every side and crease on that skin. After that I washed in the pubic patch that grew above his dick.
Ignoring his fully engorged shaft pointing at me I used a wash cloth and fresh water from the faucet to wash his face and ears, then his neck.
Lastly I used the sponge to scrub the shaft of his dick, I scrubbed each side to the end of his foreskin. I think I actually went around it with the sponge about four times, I was surprised he never came. Then I stretched his foreskin out and slid my thumb under it and washed between his foreskin and his dick head and went around and around. Rudy squirmed and moved his upper body and grimaced as I did that. Then I slid the foreskin back and hand washed the end of his dick.
The head of his dick was shaped like a helmet, with a nice rim and a shallow piss slit. It was red, and matched the color of his full lips and his proud nipples too. After I was done washing his dick and both sides of his foreskin I pulled it back out. Rudy closely watched what I was doing to his biggest asset. I asked him to turn a little so he was facing towards my right.
I poured soap onto my palm and gripped it with the piss slit against my palm and my thumb and first finger touching tips forming a ring and slid it back and forth over the rim of his dick head. Within 45 seconds he started to groan and shot semen a few times. So I stopped and we both watched it throb and pulse as the last of his semen dripped into the hot bath water like egg whites into a pot of simmering broth.
I had him turn around and bend over so he was on his hands and knees. Then I soaped my hand and inserted two fingers inside his rectum and washed inside him, which also made him groan. With the water cup I rinsed him off again, then pulled the shower curtain across and stepped away and told him to rinse off, we were done.
He was in the shower for a few minutes enjoying the hot water on his body. When he was done he pulled the curtain over, I used the towel to dry the back side of his body and handed it to him to do the rest. After he stepped out of the tub I used several Q-Tips to clean and dry his ears and belly button. His ears were filthy, but not anymore. I got one small dark chunk out of his belly button. The rest of him was clean enough to eat off now.
He walked around the house for a while with nothing on. I called him to the dining table and used a flashlight to carefully examine inside his belly button and his ears again to check for dirt I might have missed.
He got into shorts and I crashed on the sofa and quietly jerked off into a dirty sock while he watched. He thanked me and said he'd love to do that again too. I think that was the first time someone other than my husband stood there and watched me do it.
The sock got too intense so after the first squirts I pulled it off and let the rest drip into my belly button so I could eat it with my finger. Rudy was on his knees beside the sofa, just inches away, watching closely. He looked like he wanted to touch me but never did.
During one of our deep conversations we learned that nobody knew exactly when Rudy was born, he thought he knew the month and year (June, 1999) but forgot the exact date. He had no passport or other documents but needed something so he could fly. The only way we could find out would be to go to his home town and examine church records, if they existed.
David contacted a lawyer in Houston to enquire about having the arrest records expunged after he completed a successful parole, got his GED and was half way through his Bachelor of Marketing degree. We got a price but were told we needed a friend in congress or a judge to make that happen because it was hard to do, especially considering the number of times he was arrested and deported. So we made a list of stuff to do and started working on them one at a time.
As the work progressed into getting his record cleared up it became clear that Rudy and his friend had no idea how much they hurt the people they robbed. Even though no person was ever injured several of them suffered traumatic memories and had periods of being unable to function at work due to flashbacks and PTSD from held and robbed at gunpoint. They clearly showed some horrible behaviors and I came to agree with David that he needed to be held accountable, even beyond his time in prison because his victims were also still suffering.
Using G-Maps we identified the town where he was born south of Toluca and contacted the local government to ask for contact information to possibly get a baptism certificate, or his first communion record. It was going to take months to get that stuff done, but we got the process started. It became obvious somebody would have to fly down there to get the papers we needed which could lead to a US Passport being issued to Rudy.
Conclusion:
Nineteen months after leaving prison Rudy passed the Texas State GED exams in a mass testing session in the gymnasium of the Deweyville High School. One week later he enrolled in two classes as Houston-South Community College towards a Marketing degree. His classes were held in an old elementary school in Vidor.
Every day was like school for us as we taught each other our native language and cultural histories. We coached each other every day and he pushed the envelope by speaking carefully to us in Spanish, which also forced him to speak better, more like someone with an education. We mounted a large dry erase board on the wall near our kitchen table for use in our own home language classes. Both David and I started having dreams in Spanish, Rudy said his dreams were always in Spanish.
Almost every day after dinner one of us would take charge and teach the others a few vocabulary words in Spanish or English and we'd work together to learn them, and use them in sentences.
Seven months after he moved in with us Rudy hired a rather butch acting girl (Janelle) to work at the music store because our walk-in sales had increased a lot. He met her first and described her to us at the dinner table as fat and boyish. She could probably kick his ass but she loved music and was a human Rock and Roll encyclopedia. He told her he had no interest in hearing about her private life, the store was about retail sales not personal stuff. Then he admitted he had no idea what the phrase Rock and Roll meant. David said he didn't know either but guessed it might have been a 1950s dance style.
The music store and the radio station worked well together. We got some hate emails early on because of the radio station format but eventually they stopped but we were known around the country for running one of the best radio stations in North America, nearly commercial free. We heard our night time Hard Rock Overnight' (sometimes just Overnight') show was reminiscent of KAAY-AM back in the 1960s to early 1970s and their Beaker Street music program, but that was way before our time. A few people sent us MP3 recordings of KAAY from 1969.
Eventually we moved the studio to the music store office and mounted another STL antenna on the wind generator structure (above the trees). Rudy eventually got on the air and did Sunday evening shows with dance beat classics and new music, some of it in Spanish too. He became very popular and it drew customers from Houston to our music store and our web page. His voice was not suitable to DJ our `Hard Rock Overnight' program so we hired an unpaid volunteer from town to voice it, he recorded his bits weeks in advance because we could email him a list of the songs we'd play. He emailed us MP3s of him announcing songs in his deep slow voice, he (Marcus Johnson) sounded a lot like actor Michael Duncan (The Green Mile). In reality he was a 68 year old Black man from town that was a retired musician and radio fanatic. We explained the station literally ran as a public service and nobody made any money, he said he wanted to do it for the fun.
We started playing two recorded commercials (an hour) to pay for things like maintenance on the tower and mowing the field around the tower, we had a special rate for live-read ads which was really only on weekends when Rudy was live. We never hired sales people but local businesses still came to us and begged to advertise with us and were willing to pay top dollar. We often worked out trade instead of handling money so the car dealer paid our mowing bill and we said something like: 'This hour of non-stop music was sponsored by Lone Star Auto on 7th Street in Houston, mention KYAZ for nine bucks off regular oil change service.'
Rudy taught us a trick the car dealers used to help steer their advertising dollars. Every car that entered their building for repair or service the first thing the service manager did was to start the engine to see what radio station they listened to, he wrote those down. At car dealers around Houston and Beaumont finding car radios on 670am became the most popular AM station, that's why they came to us to advertise.
By the time we were on the air for six months we appeared in the radio ratings book for the Houston market as the most listened to AM music station `in the demo' in that market. That made us a lot of enemies in the radio biz. We got visitors too and they showed up at the music store since it was listed as the address of the radio station, and Rudy was very careful about what he told strangers about KYAZ.
We never made enough from ads to pay the full cost of operating the station (at any power level) but with our wealth we didn't really need help. Even before we added wind power we put one million bucks in a separate bank account to pay the power bill for nearly thirteen years (running at 100kw), the interest alone was enough to pay three months a year of full power operation. But there were a lot of other expenses in keeping a radio station on the air!
We even experimented with keeping two goats inside the fence instead of paying the farmer to mow our field. The problem with goats was we had to go there every day to make sure they were watered and doing well. The vet said there wasn't enough of the stuff they needed growing in our field and some of the weeds that grew they never ate so we'd have to chop them down by hand anyway. We sold them to a specialty meats butcher.
Not too long after the goats left I found the truck of my dreams, it was a fully restored 1971 Ford F-150 with a V8 and an AM radio with hand crank windows, aftermarket AC, and 122,000 miles. I sold my car and bought the truck for six times what it sold for new. Brand new the MSRP on that truck without the AC was around $2,900. I paid a lot more than that!
The seats were re-covered, the wiring harness was new, the glass was new, the paint was new, along with the tires and brake shoes. This one had a small block V8 and a simple trailer hitch on the bumper. The bed had a liner but the steel bed had a few dings but the entire truck was rust free, never wrecked, and was always garage kept. In the past three years the engine and four speed manual transmission were totally re-built, along with the starter motor, alternator, brake cylinders, rotors, and ball joints were also new, and the exhaust was as close to stock as possible so it was rather quiet. Even the dashboard speaker was new. I set all five buttons for 670am!
The music store usually broke even so to reduce costs we purchased that building too. And following Rudy's advice we purchased two used Stern classic pinball machines and a soda machine but never promoted it, they were delivered and plugged-in. Twenty five cents for five balls. Almost every afternoon we had a small gathering of high school age kids, weirdly dressed, challenging each other to pinball. One of them planted a tiny rainbow flag on top of the pop machine, we left it there. That corner of the store became their place where there was no fighting or yelling allowed, it was the only safe place just for gay kids and young gay adults in our county, but we made them smoke outside. Without any explanation, one night two wood benches appeared outside out front door for the smoking area.
After the popularity of the pinball machines became apparent we added a gourmet coffee machine that also made actual espresso, but we used grocery store beans to control the cost. That machine turned out to be almost more popular than the pinball games.
The way the music store worked was we kept all the CDs and records in the stock room, customers came in, grabbed a bar stool, and browsed our collection on four large touch screen computers to see what we had and how much it cost, plus it listed some info about the band and the album. Rudy and Janelle created that system and hand typed in all that data. In our store if you purchased a used CD all you got was the disc in a paper sleeve and usually the album art too, but we did not deal in plastic cases. We kept some around as freebies, in a large bin near the counter.
While Rudy was with us we celebrated our 10th anniversary together. If you included years together at college and in the Navy it was our 14th year. Rudy bought us a cake and a card. We didn't really celebrate much, except that weekend we spent a lot of extra hours in bed with the door closed. If I recall those days correctly our combined orgasm count was twelve times in 48 hours.
As a present to ourselves we purchased a used Yamaha ATV and started building an ATV track around the back of our ten acres.
Ten acres is about 436,000 square feet or roughly 700x700. Our lot was not square, it was rectangular. Our lot had 500 feet along the street, about 820 feet deep. We rented a skid loader with a backhoe attachment and a bucket on the front. We cleared a five foot wide trail of tree stumps and thick brush. It started near the barn, headed for the north-east corner, along the back to the north-west corner, then back to the barn.
We cleared it in one weekend of hard manual labor but it was worth the effort. We filled-in a few muddy spots, and built a few whoop-dee-doos to fly over or go around. Rudy showed no interest in anything that involved dirt. If you rode at a slower pace, maybe 15mph it took almost 22 minutes to make one loop. Like the path around the Garden Walk in Palm Springs, our ATV track was never straight.
One weekend Rudy and I got a bit drunk and I brought him outside late in the day and I made him sit on the ATV and run the track with me, both of us were shirtless and didn't wear helmets or any safety gear. He pressed his body against mine and held me tightly. I think the rubbing of our two bodies got him turned on, so I had him drive the track once. At 8mph it took 28 minutes to go all the way around.
I kept my hands on his stomach, I poked his belly button and rubbed his belly and his chest. He let me feel him as much as I wanted during our ride. The nice part was I got him outside in the dirt and he learned that riding an ATV was fun, but you had to be careful. The wide knobby tires on the ATV really smoothed out and widened the trail. We made plans to build something like a tree fort in the back of the property. Since we got tropical storms here anything we built had to be strong enough to survive extreme rain and 60mph winds.
I must admit that after we parked the Yamaha in the barn and we stood outside for a bit to talk he looked super sexy with splatters of mud all over his body, I wanted to bottom for him so badly I could hardly stand it.
After our ride we took turns showering in his bathroom just so I could get glimpses of his naked. We talked while he washed the dirt off and had my do his back. He needed to wash my back, but I jerked off while he did it. Just to be nice since he was washing my back he also did my crack and fingered my rosebud while I came.
Speaking of David, he accepted an unpaid job at Deweyville High School as a co-ed track coach, one day a week for three hours, three classes. They didn't do track, just distance marathon runs. Many of the kids already knew him because of the store and his voice on F-Digital.
The radio station won a Houston Broadcasters Association award for 2021, fastest growth in ratings, from zero to #2 in nine months! We made no friends with that award, especially since we were very vocal in our objection to digital broadcasting on the AM band. We also declined an award for Greenest Radio Station in Texas and Louisiana. We said our station was about the music, not the power source. We did it to save money not to impress people. They mailed us the certificate anyway, David used a staple gun to mount it to one of the windmill legs.
We also saw in the news that McKenzie Grimm's father decided not to seek re-election to the US Congress. David saw an online news story that McKenzie graduated from UCLA Law, passed the bar, and was running for a seat in the Nevada House of Representatives. She worked at a law office in Reno handling business clients, her father was her business partner. I could still conjure up mental images of her asleep in the barn in Sinaloa with her shirt slid up and her sexy belly button clearly on display. Since I had my glasses on it was likely that was also recorded and on file somewhere in the Pentagon.
David demonstrated something I completely forgot about, he got our Whispernet box working. It was weird to hear sounds from the implant after years of silence. He installed it in a kitchen cabinet and powered it with a USB charger, we had to plug it in to make it work. We decided one day to run it and trick Rudy into thinking we had flawless telepathic powers. But David showed him the box and the tiny scars on our necks and behind our ears from the implants.
We signed a contract with a company in Taiwan to build 500 car radios, basic AM stereo/FM stereo, with aux input, 30 watts, 12 memories on each band, EQ settings, and included several of the most common face plate adapters and wiring adapters. It did not link wirelessly to cell phones, and was the same shape and size as an original equipment 1970 VW AM radio. The big deal was it was a totally AMAX compliant AM receiver, one of the best car radios ever built. We sold them through our web page and also on radio hobby sites like HRO and C-Crane. They sold out in fourteen months and we ordered another run of 1,000 units. Most people mounted below the dashboard, it connected to a modern radio over any FM channel.
At home, after we moved the studio to the store we turned the small bedroom into our gym with both treadmills, a weight bench, fans, a rowing machine, water cooler, and a refrigerated beer tapper.
In August a Cat-3 storm came ashore at Gulfport, Mississippi and drenched us heavily. I think we got nearly eight inches of rain over two days, along with 50mph wind gusts. Careful inspection with binoculars to the tower and the wind generator platform lead us to believe we survived two lightning strikes without significant damage. We hired a lightning protection company to install rods and more grounding to the windmill. I never thought it would strike a long wood pole but it clearly left a big burn mark on one leg, with a black streak down to the fence near the base.
Rudy met a girl at college and asked her to be his `study partner,' she was a former illegal border crosser that was becoming a US citizen and wanted to succeed at life after a horrible childhood in Mexico. Like Rudy she wanted to start a family and live a better life. But unlike Rudy she was an actual devout Catholic and took him to church three times a week, twice on Sundays. After dating and studying together for an entire semester they started to make plans to share expenses at an apartment near the Beaumont campus. He told us they've kissed and played around but never had sex, she wanted to wait until after graduation for a ring and his promise.
He said she knew his entire story, even about the plumber videos. After he started college we cut his hours to four hours a week in the store, but his pay remained the same ($300 a week after taxes). Eventually Rudy quit the music store after he got a job at a BK on campus for better money than we paid him, both of them worked there and since it was on campus there was no travel. The girl (Janelle) he hired took over his hours and his responsibilities as the retail store manager, David ran online sales and web site management.
During his first year at community college he finished his two year parole and was released from the program and also qualified for US citizenship. He told us he planned to move-in with his girl friend after he finished parole. But before he moved out he did one final erotic dance performance for us, this time he carefully picked the music and had some lights and got things set-up the way he wanted. He did a total strip show including orgasm squirts on camera, we still watched it to this day and still loved to jerk off to it. We shot it with two smart phones and one camera on a tripod and edited it with Final Cut into a 15 minute professional erotic music video. We super slo-mo'd his flying ropes!
We got a check for $40,000.00 from the Texas court system, the return of the bond money for the release of Rudy. We decided to save it for a gift to them when they got married.
He used the music store truck to move his stuff to their tiny apartment near the Beaumont campus. We told him to take anything he wanted from the house, but he just emptied his bedroom. On moving day after his first load he drove his GF over and introduced us.
"This is Maria Castro. Maria this is my family, my brothers David and Ryan." We exchanged hugs and could tell from the look on her face that she immediately figured out we were a gay couple. Hermanos míos, esta es mi novia, María. "We're in the same degree program at Houston South."
Her diction was better than his, we talked in the kitchen while he packed his bathroom stuff and the last of his clothes. We could see right away why he liked her. Maria was very friendly and well spoken, she sounded well educated and very family/church oriented like so many traditional Mexican families were. She was one year older than him and came from Chihuahua, Mexico with her parents in the 1990s and was raised in rural Louisiana on a hog farm.
Maria had beautiful black eyes and a rounded shape. She was maybe 5'6" and possibly 110 pounds. You could tell by looking at her she was ready to produce babies and feed them too with her nice rounded breasts. I was certain she looked fantastic naked.
We never discussed the music store truck and were going to let him drive off in it and let him decide what to do. But they both said the main reason to move was so they didn't need a car. They both seemed highly motivated and fully involved in school stuff, totally focused on success in education.
The moment nobody looked forward to had arrived, time to say good bye. Tonight would be the first time we were apart since we rescued him from prison.
"Oh wait a minute, Rudy you gotta show me the riding mower key before you go, David couldn't find it, come'ere." I gestured and we walked out the back door and walked into the barn. He walked to a corner post and reached up to a nail and showed me the key, I was close behind him and put my hand on his shoulder and told him, "Do not lose focus, you're there for an education, not fucking every day. If you run into trouble you come here, or call any time day or night, no matter what. Okay?" Our eyes were stuck staring into each other's and we were only two feet apart.
He looked scared but honest when he said, "Okay," and nodded his head.
Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tightly rubber banded roll of cash and stretched out his pocket and stuffed it inside. Then Rudy leaned into me and lip locked with me and we kissed for about half a minute, without tongues. He pulled back and chewed on his thick lips and said we better go inside before he started to cry. I put my arm over his shoulder and walked us back in the house, we all shook hands and they left in the truck. He told me Maria had a moped and a bicycle too. He'd already moved his bicycle and skateboard. His room was totally empty, not even any hangars in the closet.
We walked out to the street and watched them drive away on Highway-12. Just like David's mother we waved and Rudy waved back, she drove the truck. The back of the truck had the last load of his stuff in trash bags that were blowing in the wind. As we walked back inside David asked me to order delivery pizza and beer to celebrate our first child.
It was very quiet in our house that night, even with the radio playing. His absence left kind of a scar in the air, like a big empty spot that used to be filled with energy and joy. David said we needed a dog.
"How much did you give him?" David asked while we were eating pizza, suspecting that was the reason for the sudden trip to the barn.
"The roll got too big so I only gave him five thousand."
"That's fine, he can always come back."
"I mostly reminded him if things got crazy, first thing, come back here or call. We've already rescued you once, we can do it again. We're family."
"Did you tell him we won't kill him now that he's a citizen?" David asked with a smile. I told him no, I forgot but he probably figured that out.
I never thought I would know the feeling of being an empty nester, but here we both were with our only son now gone. It was heartbreaking. Still seated around one corner of the dining table David slid his hand over and knocked the back of my hand with his knuckles. I remembered the day it all started and he told me he found Rudy. It was like the last two years was one big loop that ended right back where we started! He told me he loved me and I told him I was proud of how he raised our son. "I guess we'll never have to kill him will we?" He asked. I just laughed and said, "Don't look like it none."
We spooned in bed that night but had little to say.
Two days later the truck appeared in the (still unpaved) parking lot of the music store with the keys above the visor. The inside was rather clean too.
About six months after he moved out Rudy announced plans to get married after both of them had degree certificates in hand. David and I will gift them ($40k) cash, we never told Rudy our net worth but I'm sure he figured it was a lot of money. They drove over once a month after church to visit, he always called us his brothers. On one of their visits Maria said how she learned that we saved him, and he loved us more than he could say in English. She said she was very thankful for everything we did for him, David told them we were still family and still wanted to help in any way we could.
She said it was an hour drive here and they listened to 670am all the way so they could hear Rudy's voice. They visited in her little Kia car with the faded paint and cracked windshield. She said they saved up and bought it two months ago.
While they were here Rudy took her on a slow ride around the ATV track. While they were gone we put some cash in their car under a newspaper on the front seat to get a new windshield and tires.
Just before they graduated we met with a judge and were able to get all but one of his convictions removed from his state and federal records. The end result was he could still never buy a pistol, vote, or hold a state or federal job, but he was hirable by almost any local business. He said his goal was to get hired at a grocery manufacturer as their marketing director, which would earn him $85K a year, pretty good pay for a homeless farm boy from Toluca, Mexico.
We also hired a private investigator in Mexico City to obtain church records of his birth, baptism, his first communion, and he also located the graves of his parents and sister. We gave him photos of their head stones and the exact location of where he grew up and the cemetery where his parents were buried. With those documents he qualified for a US Passport, it arrived eight weeks later. The church certificate said Rudolpho Acosta was born at home in San Marcos de la Cruz, Mexico, on July 4, 2001, to Pablo and Marcia Acosta. His little sister's headstone said: Clara Acosta 2005-2012. Rudy was thrilled to have proof that stuff actually happened but he was saddened to find out his parents died while he was in prison.
We found out well after the fact when they graduated from college and instead of a big church wedding they did it at the county court house at the window where they issue marriage licenses. She said they couldn't afford any type of church or reception. The next time they came over we gave them a large can of coffee, they found out when they got home it was tightly packed full with eight thousand five-dollar bills. He emailed us thanks and said it was like finding out you didn't have to work for a year!
He said he had three job interviews and was expecting to get hired at a large food manufacturer as their new marketing director. He said they made several brands popular with Hispanic shoppers, mostly corn based items like oils, flour, and tortillas.
David purchased the other eight Rudy the Plumber vids on Blue-ray. As a joke one Sunday when we showed him we had all his movies he got out a Sharpie and autographed one, he drew a big heart shape with smiling stickman inside with a long boner and two big dots on the chest and signed it, `Te amo, tu hermano pequeño, Rudy.'
The End.
Note from the author: The fictional Rudy Acosta character was based on an actual person I met briefly in Yuma. I had no idea who he was but the description of him in his book is exactly how the actual person looked.
It used to be that when you listed a motorcycle for sale on Craig's List the first replies you got were always scammers looking for naive sellers. They would agree to meet you to test drive the bike, then they'd take off and you'd never see it again. Sometimes they'd arrive with friends to `examine' the motorcycle, then take it by force (if necessary) and drive off.
When Craig's List started charging for ads in our area their business dropped to nothing so those motorcycle thieves developed a new way to accomplish the same thing. A young man would drive up beside a motorcycle rider on the street and stop at a light and said he loved the bike and wanted to buy it. The goal was to get the motorcyclist to stop in a parking lot and get off the bike so the guy in the car could look at it. Then his friends would arrive in a truck and take the bike by force and drive it away. The young man in the bait car was the Rudy I met and was immediately astounded by his innocent beauty and the strange long scar down his face. All the rest was fiction.
My advice to fellow motorcycle riders, if someone shouts at you on the street that he wants to buy your bike, don't stop. If you got a helmet cam running try to grab a decent image of the person.
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