The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part Two A Randy Harden Story Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010
(The usual disclaimers apply. Well here is Part Two and judging by my mail box you like the idea of a gay Private Investigator. I hope I have got the language and style right. Always glad to hear of your comments. Thanks for the support. Van T Z Boi)
He was right, the grassy bank was sunkissed and sloped at just the right angle, it was a beautiful spot and I loved the security and serenity of the place. We fucked slowly, taking our pleasure and enjoying each others bodies. I wondered if he had fucked Matt or even Geno but felt it would be a transgression and would ruin what we were doing. We had great sex, I know my men and know when I'm making love, this was just awesome sex and I hoped we could repeat it sometime, hopefully an allnighter. I felt Smithers zest matched my own and despite the fact I was rooting him we were equals and I knew the next time he would ride me and I would love it.
Afterward and before we swam I asked him the burning question.
"What do I call you, Smithers is just.........," I let it hang in the air.
He laughed out loud, "First names Paul," he chuckled, "friends sometimes call me Smithy and you?"
"Randy by name and randy by nature," I giggled.
"Nature's bounty," he laughed and then we both dived into the cool pool.
Smithy drove me back to the office and handed me the slim folder as I got out. We did not make arrangements to meet for another bout, we both felt it would happen anyway and decided as we were working together in some way to let nature take its course. I found Donny in the office putting together the casework from my previous nights work.
"The pictures with the waiter are hot," sighed Donny as I sidled in beside him and added, "Hmm someone smells clean, was he any good and are you dating at last?"
"Keep your mind out of my pants and on your work," I told him, slapping his tight fanny as he bent over the table to examine the pictures.
"So is Simon really a slut or was there a deal with the waiter?" asked Donny checking out the pictures of the Hot Flamingo Bar.
"Oh Yeah that reminds me," I sighed, "I'll need some petty cash for tonight."
Donny giggled, "So what was the deal?"
"Slim the waiter hit on me as I was waiting for Simon to arrive, I explained what I was there for and he agreed in exchange for a dinner date to see if the mark was a bad as we thought. Turned out as you can see that Simon is hot for anything and Slim gets off at eleven tonight and I have to honour my debt," I sighed again, the waiter was cute but not necessarily my personal choice for a dinner date, "I'll make sure I get a copy of the bill, we can add it to the account, okay."
"Sure sweetie," Donny swished over to the coffee machine and poured me a cup. I hate it when he does that.
As we pieced the case papers together I briefly ran down the Dearborne case for him, "Can you put together some details about the family for me, you know the stuff I need."
"Sure," he said.
Dinner with Slim the waiter turned out fine in the end, I picked him up at the front door of the Hot Flamingo, he made sure he was seen getting into my car and I saw the grin on the face of the doorman as he closed the car door, he had done the same thing for me the previous night when he saw the mark Simon and myself into a taxi. Obviously Slim was making something more out of this for the bar crew.
It also appeared that there had been some anniversary party at the bar that night and Slim had come away with part of the buffet that had not been used, the party had slipped from food to drink pretty quickly and the staff, like all bar crew had a eye to their own profits so the hot food that could not be frozen for another time had been divided up. It was also a very short drive back to Slim's place, he shared with another student, he was working his way through a architectural degree and worked in the bar to supplement his grant and his parents contributions. We ate and fucked in his bed, the food was great and the fuck was, well okay, he was no Smithy but a deal's a deal and you never know when you need a barman in your pocket. I fucked the kid twice, he came four times, his cock spewed his teen cream like a faucet and he moaned like there was no tomorrow. He fell asleep and after I snaffled a last few bites of the now cool Mexican chicken I eased myself out of the bed and grabbed my clothes. I tiptoed out of his room and was standing in the shared living room trying to find a place to get dressed when the front door opened and the light went on. I found myself staring at a slim looking blonde guy with deep green eyes.
"Hi," the kid said, I could see him checking me out.
"Hi yourself," I grinned, the kid was real cute, short blonde hair, nice figure and from the sideways look I was getting had a real bubble but.
The kid looked at me and then a look passed across his face, "You're Slim's," he paused and added throatily, "private dick."
I know a good one when I see it, I stood there naked, my clothes in one hand and my shoes in another and nothing between them except my rapidly rising cock, "Not so private now," I replied.
"The names Jim," smiled the hottie and he crossed the room to another door, "this is my room," he added opening the door, "and that is my bed".
He was a much better fuck than his roomie, although it took some time to get all nine inches stuffed inside his hot little teen pussy but he could kiss like a dream and once you got inside him he was a writhing hellion, his hot little teen glove was more of a vice and it really worked my full length with endearing delight. He came twice that first fuck and then I filled him to the brim with my full load.
The second fuck was like a beautiful dream, I lay on my back and that cute blonde sat astride me and rode me like a cowboy on a bull. In that position I could probe him real deep and he made sure his teen button and teen butt were in the right position to give him the best ever ride in his life. I just lay there and watched him fuck himself on my pole, enjoying the play of looks of pleasure and delight that criss crossed his face as he quivered and trembled on top of me. Even better he was still cumming when he took me over the edge and milked me dry and then he mewled as I finally deflated and he looked so sad when I slid out of him.
"Stay," he pleaded and tired and spent I thought 'okay' at least I'll get a morning fuck out of it.
Sometime in the night Slim worked his way into the bed and I vaguely recall him sucking a load out of my balls, he was a better suck than a fuck and in the morning I gave them both the delight of my morning wood. I moved between them fucking first one teen pussy and then the other, both of them throwing two full loads each before I blasted Jim with my first cum and then ten minutes later drowned Slim's pussy with my second morning load. After that they both sucked me in the shower as we cleaned up and I managed to give them both a good protein breakfast before I headed out to get my morning coffee.
I beat Donny in that morning and that early had no problem finding a parking place. The Chevvy still looked good after Chet's detail and I made a mental note to tip the kid when I could. I opened up the office and sat at my desk going over the details in the folder Matt had supplied and the extra papers that Donny had put together. At some time Donny came in and dumped a full cup of coffee beside my empty one but I was so engrossed in the paperwork that I was unable to do anything other than say 'morning,' to him. I heard the telephone go a couple of times but Donny handled everything so I was not disturbed. I managed to read all the information, Matt's dossier was very informative and Donny's extra info a great help and then I sat back to review everything about the case and decide a plan of action. I had just worked out a vague plane when my office door opened.
"Lunch," grinned Donny and I looked up.
He wore a sky blue shirt, it was unbuttoned and tied up just across the top of his belly button, then there was a gap to the top of the tightest shortest light blue shorts I had ever seen and the fit left very little to the imagination. In one hand he carried a tray with the sandwiches and coffee and in the other the key to the front office, behind him I could see the 'Closed for Lunch' sign was already swinging on its hook.
He swished over to my desk and placed the tray on top, clearing a place. As I tucked into the sandwich and sipped the coffee he cleared the desk, tidying the papers into the folders and then he wiped the clear desk down with a duster. I pulled him towards me by the knot on his shirt, it opened with one swift tug and he shook the shirt off. The shorts almost burst off him as I tugged at the zip and he kicked them off, kicking his pumps off at the same time, now he was naked and I admired his slim suntanned body and noticed that he smelt of vanilla and lime.
"Nice cologne," I whispered sliding my hand across his stomach and caressing the slim tube that was slowly rising between his legs, his cute balls with the trimmed dark brown hairs swung gently to and fro. His bush was also closely trimmed above his cock and it felt smooth to the touch. I stroked his slim cock tube, it thickened and rose as my hand slipped up an down it, the foreskin retracting to show the slit tip which was gaping open as the dark furrow filled with Donny's pre-cum. I leaned forward and just using the tips of my lips sucked the sweet goo out of his slit and rolled the musky sweet emission round my tongue. "Fuck you taste good," I sighed.
Donny growled throatily, "Oh yeah boss that's good," and moment later the desk was fully clear and Donny was on his knees slurping my dick as I finished loosing my clothes.
I stood there watching my PA suck me deep, for him it was a labour of love but despite the heavy history between us we both knew his love was not reciprocated. Sure I cared for him, I had come across him during one of my first cases when I was setting up as a Private Investigator and after the case was concluded I had hired him as my secretary assistant, in the five years since his devotion to me had grown and so had his acceptance that I did not love him in the same way he loved me, but the fucking was great.
I eased him off my dick and he got up and slid backwards on the long desk, he had chosen it purely for this purpose. He placed himself in the middle, there were marks in the desk where our combined sex sweats and fluids had penetrated the polish but now these were just part of our history. I saw the love lust look in his eyes as he laid backwards and opened his legs, I knew he was already wet and waiting for me. Slowly I kneeled on the table and placed myself between the open legs, his cock pulsed and drooled and his mouth opened ready to receive my tongue. I eased myself into position, my thick nine inches sliding in with ease into his hot, glistening man pussy. I felt his groan on the tip of my cock as I bottomed out and my pubes met his trimmed balls, feeling his cock spasm between our now compressed stomachs. My tongue also slid into his mouth as we kissed deeply and passionately, his right leg rose and he placed it across my backside, the other leg lying wide so as to give me full access to his loveglove.
Gently I first I began the rotating in and out movement, feeling his passion nub harden and expand as my glans now made constant and full contact with it. After all these years we automatically now found the right position and as our bodies joined together I felt his heartbeat quicken and his body tense as his pleasure heightened and tautened his sensual places. Quicker now I plunged, deep rooting him and twisting slightly as I burrowed inside him, enjoying the sensual movements of his body beneath me. Now he growled deeply and I felt his cockhead, trapped between our heated stomach, expand and pulse and the first streams of his cum floated between us, pooling with the sweat that now ran down our heated bodies.
"Oh boss," he cried as he came and his mouth sought mine, our tongues slicking each other as I continued to ride his heaving body.
His cock stayed hard, we both knew it would and I continued to pummel him, driving with all the hard force I could, drilling his pussy with my thick steel shaft, feeling every moan and twitch of his lusting wanton love mass as I fucked him and fucked him.
Twenty minutes of hard poking of that tight man pussy I was ready to mate him, he trembled and quivered as his own climax peaked and I thrust hard and deep, rabbit dicking him as once again that slim tube of his expanded and shot his load between us and then in the last dying shivers of his orgasm I also too shed my load, firing deep inside him and coating his man pussy with my man cream. Trembling with emotion and spent passion I lay on him, feeling his comforting arms gentle me as my body slowly came back to normal.
"Oh Fuck boss, I love you," he whispered.
"Me to," I told him, kissing him delicately on the tip of his nose, we both knew I didn't mean it, not in that way anyway.
I eased myself out of him, hearing that 'plop' sound as my cock exited his fuckhole. I sat back on my chair and Donny slid himself onto my lap, now he fed me my sandwich as I sipped the lukewarm coffee, he purred and rubbed himself against me as we 'lunched'. Once I had finished the sandwich he slid of my lap and kneeling down he fed my cock into his mouth and began sucking me with hot sweet licks and bleatings of his mouth and tongue. I drank my coffee as his mouth worked away and then I groaned throatily, feeling the coffee taste in the back of my throat as I blew my load into his mouth. I knew without having to look that he would now hold my sperm in his mouth, rolling it over and over his tongue, coating his teeth with the spicy, salty semen before swallowing it down. His mouth returned to my cockhead and he sucked deep to clear my tubes and clean my cock down. After that it was the one sweet kiss and he stood up.
"Lunch is over," he sighed.
I slapped his naked backside, hearing his cry and watching the taut globes walk out of the room. He returned with a bowl of warm water and soap and a towel and helped me wash the sex of my body, I knew he would wait until the morning to shower, he told me he liked to lie in his bed at night after we fucked and smell my aroma on his skin.
He also brought me a package, inside was a identity card, it had my name on it and the word Councillor printed in bold type above Matt's name, as well as the Academy's logo. The note read, 'This will give you access to me at school and home. I have a number of tutors and advisors so you are unlikely to be questioned,' and it was signed 'Matt.'
'Useful,' I thought to myself, 'the boy certainly did have brains.' It was also time to start working on the case properly.
I dressed and headed out, "I'm going to visit the missing boys father," I told Donny, he was back at his desk, "if anyone calls leave me a note on my desk and a message on my answer machine at home as I don't know how long I'll be."
"Okay," smiled Donny, "I'm just finishing of the Carmichael bill, you got anything to add."
I grinned I'd forgotten about my night of debauchery with the two boys, "Nah," I replied, "Luckily Slim had some leftovers for us to eat, so there's nothing more to add to the bill."
"Okay boss," he smiled.
I leant over the desk and kissed him deep, "Thanks for a great lunch," I grinned.
He laughed and I left him purring.
I headed for the Academy, according to Matt's dossier, Zeno should be working at the Academy garden, I decided to call on him first as it was not truly clear when the boy had gone missing, plus maybe the boy's father could give me more details about Geno's friends, especially who he hung out with and who was likely to put him up or hide him for a couple of days if it was true the kid had run away before.
Matt's pass got me attentive help from the reception office, they even offered to get me a guide to take me to where Zeno should be working but I declined the offer, the Dearborne name working its usual spell. I strode through the well manicured open spaces towards the flower beds by the bandstand and saw a figure working away at the earth whom I took to be the missing boys father.
Zeno was just as he appeared in the picture Matt had supplied, Hispanic, olive complexion, a short man with a stout body, his black hair shone in the sun and there were streaks of sweat on his face and down his bare arms where the shirt sleeves were rolled up. He looked up at me as I approached but carried on working, it looked like he was used to seeing strangers around the place.
"Mr Hedran, Mr Zeno Hedran," I called out. He looked up directly at me.
"Yesss," his accent was heavy, his dossier said he was born in Mexico but had been in the country legally for a number of years and had been employed by the Dearborne's for around twenty years, "Who wants to know?" he looked at me, there was distrust and annoyance in his dark eyes.
"I'm making enquiries about your son," I ignored his request, "can you tell me when you last saw him?"
Zeno shrugged his shoulders and carried on hoeing the earth but I noticed a tension in his shoulders and his arms shook a little. "Ze boy iss okay," he grunted dismissively but I detected an edge to his voice, a sensed a fear of something.
I stepped close and whispered slowly and carefully emphasising my words, "Mr Dearborne is concerned," I said, he did not know which Mr Dearborne was employing me and I was happy to trade on the use of the exalted name.
He looked back at me, the look had changed now I could see fear and terror in his eyes.
"I did not touch heem, I did nothing to heem," he cringed.
The man was terrified, it did not add up and I knew there was more to this than I had been told or discovered but I pressed my advantage.
Almost blubbing I discovered from Zeno that he and Geno had had some sort of argument on Monday night, Geno had gone to his room slamming the door, he had then got drunk and woke up in the sitting room the next morning, there was no sign of Geno but his cereal bowl was drying on the drainer. Zeno supposed the boy had gone to school but when he got home there was a message from the school saying the boy had not turned up at school that day. As Geno had done this before he was not worried, he assumed the boy would turn up but it was not normal for the boy to miss school.
"He alaways goes to school," Zeno said, "buh he's getting older, zere are other temptations this days so I not worried at first," he said desperately and then gave me a long look, "plis tell Mr Dearborne I no lay no finger on heem," and I heard the desolate plea in his voice and it was now clear that somehow Matt's father was implicated in this in some way.
As Zeno gave me more details, what the boy was likely to be wearing, his known friends and so on, three figures approached us. We both stopped talking as the trio drew near, it was composed of two teenagers and a young boy, the older pair were either side of the young boy and they were hustling him along with them, the boy stumbled a couple of times and his face was red with exertion.
We watched them pass, the older boys paid us no attention and the younger boy made no appeal in our direction. As they passed me by I could see the thickset black haired youth closest to me had a stronghold on the younger boys arm, his fingers clearly digging into the boys blazer and I saw the harsh look in the older youths eyes.
"Zey trouble," Zeno said and leaned close towards me, "zat black haired keed, he's Scarpetti's boy."
I felt a dread feeling, Scarpetti was well known as the leader of the local mob, he ran all the rackets in town and beyond, there were rumours of links with the Mafia.
"Zey gonn fuck the keed," Zeno supplied, "I 'ear 'im boast, hi's gonna fuck all ze leettle boys. He say 'is father caught heem wiz a girl and beat 'im, he doan wanna no leettle Scarpetti's running around so he tole him, 'fuck boys till I say yore a man and can 'ave a women', so 'e fucks ze boys, ze leettle boys." Zeno nodded his head sadly and I nodded my head too.
I took a deep breath this Academy was turning out to be a real eye opener, the son of the local gangster rubbing shoulders with the sons of the local blue bookers, this was a turn up and I stored the information for further use and knowledge.
Zeno had given me all he had and I turned towards the main building, I had intended checking with Matt to see if he had anything new but the thought of the boy in the hands of the two bullies worried me and instead I walked down the path they had taken. Zeno watched me for a moment shaking his head and then went back to his hoeing. His last word to me had been, 'Plis you tell Mr Grant, I no 'urt ze keed," and as I strode along I worried over his strange remarks and their hidden content.
Down the path I noticed some bushes moving erratically and saw the grass was disturbed. Carefully I stepped off the path and worked my way into the leafy shrubs, it was clear there was a discreet pathway here, one that was often used. Slowly I followed the treads through the leafy woods and then stopped as I heard the sounds, the slurping, sucking sounds. Now I tiptoed forward and as the sounds came clearer I dropped to my haunches and took a look through the bushy leaves. The idea of having something on the Scarpetti family was too enticing and in my business having the edge, even the keenest of blades, can save your life. Quietly I parted the leaves to look on what was happening in the clearing.
END OF PART TWO
To be continued......
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