The Case of the Gardener's Boy Chapter 10
THE CASE OF THE GARDENERS BOY
The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part Ten
A Randy Harden Story
© Van T Z Boi 2019
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From Part Nine
I understood completely, this was a man of pain, he delighted in unemotional killing but his own pain had to be torturous pleasure and I promised myself he would feel every painful inch of Little Randy's insertion. I was not so interested in pain for myself, at least not at the start of a fuck. I grabbed Little Randy, he smiled and poured out more of his welcoming lubing sweetness. Swiftly I worked it over my fleshy meaty grinder, seeing it gleam in the light, almost glowing with expectant desire and rampant lust.
"Look at me," I hissed at him.
Part Nine
Gordon froze, I could feel the emotions tangling and wrangling inside him, his outer persona, the hard unemotional man battled his other hardness; the play of desiring fire across his face as he grudgingly turned his face back to meet mine.
"That's better," I smirked at him, his eyes, deep fathomless black wells, glittered with wet held back tears. He was showing me his vulnerability and submitting to my will caused the swirling angst inside of his hard to earn trust. `Do I trust him enough to let him have me, do me, fuck me, be his disposable pleasure.' I could almost read the thoughts that sparkled in his tearing eyes.
"Pillow," I said softly, harshly.
Gordon quivered and trembled but inexorably his hands moved to grasp the plumped pillow and move it down. I watched the submissive act, his body arching as he worked the pillow under his arse, his manpussy, gleaming where my touched fingers had managed to leave fingerprints of precum on his wrinkled rosette. He lay back, composed, at expectant peace, his legs were bent wide open, his thin steely shaft pulsed, it lay straight up on his lower stomach, the drooling tip, shining a mauve glow as his own lubing juice oozed from its home. He had placed his hands at his side; I could see the fingertips trembling, quivering with lusty expectation. His muscles were tensed; you could see the taut contour lines of musculature all over his body. I leaned over him, Little Randy sliding along his jerking shaft, our juices mingling and mixing as my dominant Little Randy buffed Little Prick Lost Gordon. The subtle stroking touch sent little shivers of glee down my spine, I could see Gordon's body twitching likewise. I bent my head and captured his mouth. His slips were soft and warm; we kissed lipsmooching mouthings at each other until I pressed my tonguetip against his malleable lips. His mouth opened and once more I fucked his mouth whilst Little Randy butted and juddered along his pulsing pole. I sensed his arms moving no doubt to press me harder against his mouth. I raised my head, freeing his mouth from my embrace.
"Leave your hands where they were," I spoke simply but hard toned , I felt the slight reaction and then the stillness. I could just about hear the thumping of his heart, his chest was pounding but he made no panting sounds.
I resumed the kiss, savouring his taste, the slight acrid salty sexsweat as I kiss licked down his face, underneath his exposed chin he was more moistly clammy, the sexsalt really brackish but the flavour excited me even more and Little Randy swelled and bloated as my sensory nerves were stimulated. Arching my back I just about maintained contact with his dick, Little Randy drooling his juices on his stiff stake as I nipped his teats, the raised lumps of flesh, hardening and tightening as my lips pressed and compressed them, biting hard with my lips before nipping them with my teeth. Each sharp shock of pain that Gordon felt produced a growing grunt, a snorting gasp but he stayed inert, accepting the biting pains with sensual resoluteness. I played with his body, marking his skin with my teeth, the reddened teeth marks glowing against his ivory pale skin. I toyed with his pubic hairs, tugging them watching the skin rise as I tugged the curly hairs tight and hard. His cock juddered and shuddered, the pool of sticky liquid seeping slowly across his body and I could taste his honey spice flavour in the air as I nosed and kissed and bit and licked his wonderful body. His raunchy perfume was simply a stimulating motivator. I continued my lip torture, Gordon remained solid, just a lump of flesh that I could do with what I wanted. I saw his eyes close as he entered that plateau, the one where the pain was nothing more than pleasure for him. He stepped across that threshold of torturous arousement; his body submitting to the invasive and stringent constraints with absolute acceptability; that is when I shoved Little Randy inside him.
Gordon growled and his body went into a series of spasms as I thrust steely and forcefully, Little Randy sliding swift and true his gaping cockmouth, spitting its lubing juice along the way as it headed for the swollen meaty bud that had blown up inside Gordon's mancunt. I thrust-fucked long and deep, skewering Gordon to the mattress, the bed even groaned with the force of my penetration. I bounced against his taut body, his muscled and brawny body an accommodating cushion for my own forceful figure. His tight mancunt compressed around my dick, Little Randy relishing the close contact that created the rippling tingles of pleasure as I fucked good and hard. Like many brutish figures Gordon needed to be directed, controlled, brutalised themselves and I was rock hard and steely hard in my domination of the bodyguard. His thighs gripped me, his legs wrapping over my backside as he sought to shove me further, deeper inside his smouldering manpussy. His internal heat was a twisting wall that surrounded my cock, the flares and tingles exciting and stimulating. Gordon panted and wheezed as I pounded him, his chest heaving with the compression of my surging body and he mewled and crooned his pleasure in my ear.
"Go on Fuck Me!, Fuck Me hard Daddy!" he purred as I lanced inside him.
I rode him hard, a stallion of the high plains dominating my herd, he writhed and wriggled, the sex sweat pouring off him as I shoved and poked, almost without a rhythm such was the desperate demand he was exhibiting. His dick pulsed against my stomach; I could feel the helmet pulse and throb, its juices spilling either side of his stiff mandick. He bucked heavily and grunted, I tensed myself not sure I was reading him right but my senses were right on the button. His slim pumping meat swelled and bloated, the extreme presentation of ejaculation. I felt the wetness as his dick erupted, his spunk spreading out between our pounding stomachs. I caught a whiff of the salty odour of his manjuice as it spread further and further, compressed by my continuing fucking. As his dick stilled, still hard and still stiff I slowed not wanting to bring him to the numbness of aftershock of orgasm just yet.
Gordon grabbed my arms, "its okay," he croaked, "Don't stop I can cum twice, my Master trained me," his truthful and honest confession slid into my mind.
I grunted and powered inside him again, Little Randy was in his element as it savoured the ecstasy of Gordon's climax surrounding its meaty lance, the ebbs and flows of Gordon's joy undulated up and down my dick and even I found the intensity of the pleasure something new. A harder and higher level of manpleasure that took me soaring to undreamed of heights. His arms came up around mine, our lips continued their dance of kissing and licking and sucking as I lunged and thrust inside the hot maw of his mancunt. His panting and grunting increased; I felt the tightness clasping Little Randy becoming and intense. I opened my eyes, Gordon's face was screwed up into an expression of blatant delight, the far away look in his eyes indicated he was travelling a high plateau, whether it was pleasure or pain or a combination of the two I had no inkling all; I knew was that his manfunnel was drawing me further and further inside him, the suction was incredible and Little Randy was banging hard at the knob that protruded into his furrow, his sex gland was extreme, `A hard nut for a Hard Nut,' I laughed at the thought and punching my palms at the mattress arched my back so I could gain extra leverage. A few long delving thrusts from that position and he was twitching but I was ready this time. As he bucked and rocked I swivelled my hips treating Little Randy in the best way I knew how, my dick battered his entire colon, working every minute area where any such responsive nerves existed. Gordon squealed, his voice rose into a screaming almost feminine pitch and then he shook and shuddered. The moistness, that sticky patch that our stomachs were stuck to became a gooey pool as more and more of his manjuice was spat between us. Gordon's head rocked from side to side, I lay above him poised on my palms as my back and hips did the work, his writhing took on a fevered pace and he continued to shake and shiver.
As Gordon's submissive pleasure was surmounted and discarded I set about my explosion. I relished playing brutally with his body. Biting his taut teats, globules of blood splattered his body, the red lines travelling between the contracting creases as I fucked away. Gordon mewled and gurgled, an almost happy expression flashed across his sweating face and his lips became thin as he battled to control his emotions and desires.
"Fuck Oh! Fuck!" his exclamation sounded hard and heavy as I tensed feeling the hot liquidity of my volcanic ball sac, my eruption took all my concentration as I wrought to batter Little Randy in the right place so my orgasm could be ignited. The white hot tingle exploded into an intense mingling of sensations that flared and bucked all through my body, all through this Little Randy was being heavily compressed which added to the exquisite pleasure I felt as my dick spat out my load. Panting and grunting I tensed my body as the jolting spurts bulleted hard and deep inside his squirming mancunt. It was only when I slowed and sank down, replete and satiated on his quivering body that I caught sight of the dribbling spurts that dribbled from his dick. `Has he cum again?' I asked myself.
"Fuck! Fuck a triple," he gasped answering my unasked question. I heard the almost silent following whisper, "My Master would be proud," Gordon's smiled and for the first time he looked beautiful without looking dangerous. I nibbled the tip of his nose and his eyes opened. "Good Fuck," he complimented me, his arms and legs clutching my body with fierce scrabblings.
"Always glad to please," I smirked and bit his top lip, Gordon twitched and as I let go his smile, bloody as it was stretched wide across his face.
We lay there, the stench of our coupling seething about us until I could taste the aroma dirty sex salt on my lips.
"Shower," I stated.
We shared the shower, this person I had shared a bed with, fucked hard, was I knew a killer; the gun by the bed had followed us into the bathroom and was placed within Gordon's easy reach. Despite his dangerous state I knew I had broken through the carefully erected shield that his life had taught him to create. I asked no questions, his servile sensuous sponging and rubbing of my body as we shared the shower attending to each other's needs was not a unique experience for me and I judged this to be the same for him.
"How about another coffee?" I suggested as we stepped naked out of the bathroom, our sexual identities dormant despite the intimate contact within the bedroom and the bathroom.
He picked up and studied his watch, twitched his nose, "Okay, I've just about got time," he smiled, this time I could feel the warmth in his grin. His gun was placed on the table.
Naked I prepared the coffee whilst he dressed; he sat beside me at the table, his hand nonchalantly on my bare thigh as we shared the pot of coffee. Gordon drank unhurriedly, his manner cool and calm. His close touch near Little Randy caused the usual reaction as my balls recovered from fucking him. His nose twitched a he caught the steamy aroma that piqued the air as Little Randy made his intentions clear.
Gordon's hand moved to clasp my shaft, his fingers gently slid up and down my dick and I noticed him swallowing rapidly.
"Can I?" the words rocked me slightly, Little Randy had clearly and throbbingly shown the lusting want.
I studied my killer lover, "You must be naked," I spoke conversationally; there was no trace of any objection in his manner. Whomever had brought him down the path his life had taken had handled him well, he was submissive without being clinging, demanding or obsequious. Gordon stripped, his clothes neatly placed in a pile on the table. Naked he glowed, his muscular skin with the scars and marks of his past glimmered with a sheen of healthy desire, the more recent I had inflicted blushed redly. Naked he knelt before me and his thin lips kissed my dickslit, the shiny strands gleamed over his lips where my precum coated his lips. I moaned as my dick sank into his hot maw, his lips clamped tight just under my helmet and his tongue lashed across my cockslit, the squelching rasping sent hot tendrils of pleasure rocking inside me. His head bobbed as he worked my dick, lips, tongue mouth, fingers all working with incredible precision with one goal in mind; pleasuring me. I leaned back against my chair, my legs spreading wide as his mouth moved to suck my balls, first one then the other and then my entire swollen sac was tongued inside his mouth. I purred as his expert mouthing returned to my dickhead, he kissed, licked, slathered and sucked my dick, Little Randy was at the height of ecstasy at being worshipped in such an absolute way. I stretched my legs either side of his naked figure, at no time did he attempt to touch or stroke his own dick which throbbed in the air, stiff and pulsing with uncared for need. I admired his disposition; such self-control had to be the product of intense and extreme schooling, an expert and intuitive tutor had educated him well. My lungs panted as my climax gained pace. I gave him no indication or requests but Gordon was attuned to service and service Little Randy he did with proficiency. I twitched, the only indication that occurred, my cock exploded, his mouth clamped tight around my dick as I pumped my seed into his swallowing throat. The orgasm was intense and beautiful, its joys rippled through me, the tingling heats and tickles of sexual joys flared and soared as I spurted. All the while Gordon's mouth became the one constant thing in my universe at that extraordinary sensual level of pleasure, containing my dick and my orgasm with consummate ease, his submission more an adoration than an act of sex.
My climax over, Gordon continued to suckle, swiping away the last pitiful dribbles as my balls jerked and twitched, the final ridiculously small pulses soothed away until I was emptied. He stared up at me, his lips around my cock, not tight just resting, the look in his eyes was one of pure servile enjoyment, despite the fact he had not climaxed the indications were that he had enjoyed my orgasm as much as I had. I sighed and his lips formed a brief smile about Little Randy.
"I'm done," I said, I understood he needed some sort of permission to release my dick but I also knew I had to ensure he was not praised.
Gordon stood up, his body still glowed, his slim six inches of manmeat pulsed, a string of his precum oozed from the tip and fell to the floor where it joined the rest of his precum poolings. My body ached joyously from my climax; I stretched and flexed my legs and my arms, even stretching my torso as I sat in the chair. Gordon remained immobile apart from the intermittent dribble of his manjuice as it continued to ooze from his slit. My eyes drank in his muscular body, toned without any of the large over-exercised bulges that some of the heavies looked to. I also noticed the scars and marks that indicated his right of passage in his profession, the scars outlined by their less paler glimmer in his body sheen, my recent additions pinker hues as they dulled. His six inches pulsed and jerked, the tip continued to dribble his precum, the clear liquid glimmered as it folded down over his cock. His balls hung heavily either side of his dick, there was a distinct gap in his scrotum and I wondered if he had been mishandled there to provide the separation. He looked at me with almost blank eyes, but I caught the barest flicker of hopeful need flare at the back of those deep pools. I was drawn once more to his state of dangerousness, that inherent inner feeling that this man was flawed, flawed to be a dispassionate killer yet somewhere in his past there had been a dominant figure, the unknown Master he mentioned as we were fucking. I wondered too about his loyalty, had our hard fuck given me more ingress into Nico Scarpetti's family. At that thought my head filled with the image of Nico, his Italian swarthy beauty and I felt my desire rush.
"Nico is hot," I smiled as I spoke, Gordon showed his perception when he replied.
"He's hung, stallion hung," Gordon's mouth smiled without warmth, "but he doesn't play in our arena. He likes us to watch him sometimes when he fucks his whores, a fat juicy dick with fat big balls but he's never allowed any male to male contact, just our watching and supposedly envious eyes," Gordon's cock jumped as he spoke, clearly the image of the naked Nico had its enticing effect on him as well as me.
"I'd like an invitation to one of those parties," I grinned before adding, "Little Nick has he?"
Gordon was quick to respond, "The little turd is a big disappointment, Nico hoped he would prove to be chip of the old block but he's more of a brutal shit. Nico placed him in the Academy hoping to get an in with the bluebloods in town, there's money there to be exploited but the little cunt sees only the arses he can pluck. And yes before you ask, he's offered, but I prefer to ply my dick elsewhere. Nick is trouble, he's a bully and like all bullies he folds easily but his front is hard, in that he takes after his father." Gordon's dick actually shrank a little as he was speaking, so I knew more about Nick and Nico than before.
"Can I trust you about my `client'?" I stared at Gordon directly as I asked.
Gordon smiled, for the first time I saw a tremor of warmth in his face, "My loyalty goes with the money," he nodded his head, "but my cock can have different loyalties," he stared back and then imperceptibly lowered his eyes a fraction; that told me a hell of a lot.
I finished my coffee and stood up, I came up close in front of him, his cock twitched and a small spurt of his precum flew to land on my stomach, I wiped it away, feeling the sticky viscosity of the liquid. He smelt of the shower we had shared but underlying that was the heady taint of rutting male. I grasped his dick, it jerked heavily and I and my fingers up and down his heated manmeat. "This needs taking care of," I stated. "Get dressed, drive out to Headme Point and offer yourself to," I paused and looked at him, "three guys," Gordon remained immobile, "one at a time or together," I added.
"As you wish," there was no pause, no indication of protest, I had Gordon's measure and knew that I had been measured and found pleasing.
"You know where to find the right area?" I checked.
Gordon nodded, "I know of it, know where it is, but I've not used it before," his admission made me feel powerful, I was sending him to be fucked by strangers in the most decadent area of the docks and his acceptance without qualms let me know where his current dick loyalty stood.
"You can dress outside," I told him.
Gordon picked up his clothes from where they were scattered, his gun replaced in the holster. I walked him to the door of my flat. I stood naked in my doorway as he dressed, my eyes flickered to the other doors on the corridor, my neighbours had seen many strange sights and to be straight this was not the first naked body that had graced my doorway, although the gun in its holster would be something new. Once he was dressed he stood before me, his trousers tight and bulging where his dick was still stiff and hard and leaking. I leaned forward and kissed him briefly on the mouth and then pressed my hand on his shoulder, he dropped to his knees. I sighed gently as his warm mouth closed over my dickhead, his worshipping kiss-suck nearly made me drag him back inside.
"Okay you may go," I said throatily, my senses were reeling as desire and lust surged heavily inside me but the days events were draining, I knew I needed rest and restoration. `Down Little Randy!' I directed my tired state at my dick, it twitched but I sensed the slight reduction, the shrinkage.
Gordon stood up, "I'll be in contact," he said, the slight nod in my direction an admission of my superior status in his mental sphere. I closed the door and poured myself another coffee, idly my mind wondered at who was going to enjoy the delights of Gordon's body. Despite the stimulating effects of the coffee's I had drunk, my head nodded and the need to sleep wreathed its promises. Leaving the tray and its contents for the morning I slipped into the untidy bed my nose twitching as I inhaled the traces of our fuckstench.
The clanging ringing of the doorbell split my poor head asunder as I was brought back to the land of the living. Groggily I stared at the bedside clock, "Fucking hell! Six am!" I cursed as I stumbled out of bed, swearing even more as I caught my toe on the bedpost, my body was not as awake as my mind and my reactions were sleepily sluggish. I yanked open the door, "What the hell," I blurted out, "do you have any idea what the fucking time is?"
Smithy's eyes gleamed back at me, "Sorry," his voice was husky, "but I have to be on duty all too soon and," his hand curled around Little Randy who was already poking his eye out of his covering, "I thought a little booty call was worth getting it up early." He grinned as he stepped forward; I danced backwards, leading the way to the bedroom with my arse.
As I was already naked I helped him undress, "My uniform's in the car," he murmured as our lips connected, the rest of our bodies were connecting too, his thick manpole bounced and jerked against my stomach. We kissed hard, mouths sloughing as our tongues duelled, I could feel his need, it was rampant from his steel hard dick to the tingling touch of his fingers. Smithy stretched and groaned as I bent down to suck his dick, the hot spiced taste of his precum jolted another level of wakefulness inside my mouth and then it rippled to my head. I sucked more, swallowing the almost spurting juice as Smithy caressed my head, pushing his cock deeper inside my mouth as it needed. His sac was taught against the base of his dick, the two spheres easily located as my fingers played with his shaft and caressed his hot to touch balls.
"Fuck me," Snitthy grizzled as he pulled me off his dick.
We fell hard against the bed, bouncing as our combined weight compressed the mattress springs, the bedframe rattled as the bed shook with the force. Smithy squirmed, his body twisting and then he was under me, Little Randy was like a guided missile as it sought the hot lips of his pussy, the heated flaps swiftly opening to accommodate my throbbing girth. I slid in slowly, using my full length to excite Smithy further, his pussy gaped wide for me and Little Randy horned in on the sweet bulge of his manbud that pulsed gently, the bulge in his membrane kissing Little Randy's cock slit with the subtle pressure of demanding desire.
"Fuck me, FUCK ME HARD!" Smithy's yelp of desire was accompanied by his locking of his legs across my backside and urging me deeper inside his hot fuckmaw. I moaned as the wanton heat of his pussy wrapped itself around me, compressing and squeezing my cock with quickening ripples.
I thrust hard and shoved deeper, Smithy's moans of pleasure vibrating inside my mouth as our lips continued the heavy squelching kissing of hot desire and even hotter fuck lust. His body writhed and trembled under me as I pounded hard and heavy inside his fuckhole, the lava like heat of his enflamed desire was a fanning flame to my own rapidly rising reawakened needs. I inhaled and tasted his sexed scent, the spicy texture of his sandalwood soap mixed with the heady flavour of his lusting desire; his musk was spiced and exhilarating. God knows what I must have smelled like; my sleep sweat must be mixed with the last traces of fucking Gordon now tainted with the extra level of musk from pounding Smithy himself. Smithy's dick was a steely hard pole between our stomachs; he was bucking and rearing, showing his desperate need and yearning. I bucked into him as he arched his back, his muscles straining with the effort induced by the forces at work inside his head and his body. Little Randy was in his element, battering and shoving against the swollen bud that in turn rubbed and excited Little Randy's rasping head.
"OHHHHHHH!" Smithy's mewling moan was accompanied by his fierce bucking, his back arching at a greater angle as I felt his dick swell and blast.
I panted, taking in lungfuls of air as I responded to his mating call, driving Little Randy to an even harder and fiercer pace. Smithy juddered and shuddered through his orgasm, his dick flooding between our bodies as I bucked into his arching stance, Little Randy getting the final stimulation he required. My cry of triumph was lost inside Smithy's clamping mouth as he sought to prolong his joys, even as mine commenced. We jerked and juddered against each other, totally out of synch as our bodies reacted to our overwhelming orgasms. I was delving deep with a quickened pace, trying to lengthen my own pleasure as my cock exploded, the gaps between spurts a delightful tingling intensity of extreme muscle wrenching delight. Smithy relaxed and softened beneath me as my final thrusts inside him delivered the final heavy bolts of my cum. Little Randy panted, blowing out the last strings of my spunk encased the slowly subsiding quivers of Smithy's satisfied mancunt.
"I need a shower," Smithy grinned as he held up a sex sweat damp hand.
I kissed his fingers tasting the spicy salt mixed with the after-taint of last nights souring Gordon fuck, my mouth rewoke as the flaring flames excited my tastebuds. My eyes caught the sight of the bedside clock, the hot fuck had taken just ten minutes, `but it was ten minutes of heaven and beyond,' my mouth widened into a self satisfied smirk.
In the shower we washed each other; each stroke of our soaped hands and fingers a sensual massage of pleasure. I leaned back against the wet tiles as Smithy sank to his knees, my fingers curled his dripping locks as his mouth locked onto my dick as he kissed and sucked and swallowed, I trembled, my knees buckling as the strong surges of tingling tickling pleasure rippled and washed over me. `This is cockworship of a different level,' I thought as Smithy's expert mouth and lips adored Little Randy with intensity and passion. As Smithy's lips clamped tight and he ravished my dick my balls jerked announcing the delivery. The stinging waterdrops burnished against my skin as I erupted inside his mouth, my cock hitting hard against the roof of his mouth as I shot my load. Smithy was sensitive to my needs as his mouthing slowed and eased, this time we were in total synch as the blowjob came to its satisfying and blissful end.
Smithys sat back on his haunches, the shower droplets streamed down his face, his eyes glittered with satisfaction. "Like being back at school," he giggled, "topped and tailed," I grinned broadly, `Life is good,' I congratulated myself as I stretched languidly, letting the steamy water wash away my tension as Smithy suckled my dick.
"I need a lift," I asked as we dressed, I had just remembered my car was still where I had left it before being picked up by Scarpetti's goons. `But Gordon is no goon,' I admonished myself feeling a little guilty at my choice of thought.
Smithy dropped me outside the diner. I watched him drive away, a happy grin on my face. `At least Chet won't be on duty as this time of the morning,' I told myself as I headed round to the car park.
My car was at the back, `the window is misted,' I noticed as I grew close, the afterglow of the morning fuck had made me oblivious to the morning heat, `must be the sun warming up,' I decided but then the back door opened and I found myself gazing down at a naked Chet. He stretched; his teen dick floppy and just beginning to bloat.
"You didn't come back last night," Chet smiled, his cocksucking mouth pouting provocatively, "I waited for you," he leaned back and stretched his legs wide, his teenpussy a dark pink slash, made rosier by the rays of the morning sun. "Now about that tip you promised me," his teen pussy gaped as wide as his welcoming smile.
End of Part Ten
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