Gay Erotic Stories

Highway Patrol, Part X The Conclusion Then, sensation stopped. He felt himself being lowered to the mat. He felt Carlos come next to him, lay down beside him, and then something warm on his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw that Carlos was actually kissing him. He was too weak to respond, but his lips parted and allowed Carlos' tongue to enter. He could only lay there and accept it. All muscles failed to respond now. He shut his eyes and let his mind drift. No amnesia this time, though. He would remember this. Minutes seemed to pass, the kiss had stopped some time ago. He heard a slight commotion behind him, then felt a slight sting in his left buttock. His mind wandered into a dream-like state. Guards came, picked him up, and took him to a shower. They stripped what little part of his uniform he still had on and then themselves, and came into the shower and washed the cum and sweat away. He seemed to be receding further from what was happening. They dried him and led him back to his room and placed him in bed. He slept.... Mike's eyes fluttered open. "What the fuck time was it?" he wondered. He looked over to the clock. It was a different clock, but the time said 10:30. But it must be morning. Light was everywhere. Only then did he notice that the room was different. It was nice, but not his suite. He got up and went to the window. The pool was different....it was still there, but the yard was completely filled by it. He could also see many other houses. Obviously, he was not at the villa. He picked up the phone.... regular dial tone. Quickly, he went to the dresser and opened it. Real clothes! He pulled on a pair of shorts and opened the door. A quick exploration found him to be in a tasteful 5-bedroom home--alone. No one else. No guards, nothing. Just him and the house. When he opened the refrigerator, he found the envelope. It contained only a few pages of text. It was from Carlos. "You have given me a great deal of pleasure, and I thank you for it. As I have perhaps disturbed your life, I offer amends. You are now in Los Angeles. Several days have passed since our little encounter. I unfortunately had to keep you sedated during this time period. I trust your magnificent body will recover with no ill effects! Enclosed you will find certificate of title to the house you are in. You own it free and clear. You also own the automobile in the garage, and all the contents of the house. There is a bank account opened in your name at the institution listed below. I trust you will find the funds sufficient. You also own a small private security firm (in view of your police background) that specializes in arranging the security needs of wealthy and famous people. Your client base is small, but they like your firms' work. You are the sole proprietor. Unfortunately, I couldn't do this in your real name. All papers are in the name of Mark Johnson. You have a passport, social security card, birth certificate and all other necessary documents to maintain this identity. Other information you might need is included in this envelope. Read it. Decide. The choice is yours. You can have this new life, or try to go back to your old one. I will not intrude again on you... you will make it on your own from here on. I doubt you will attempt to contact me, either. Good bye and thank you again for the pleasure you brought me. C" It only took Mike a moment to decide!(End)