The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part Four A Randy Harden Story (c) Van T Z Boi 2010
(The usual disclaimers apply. Our Private Dick is hot and on the case too. I hope you are enjoying this venture, should I continue or have you had enough. Van T Z Boi)
Down on his knees he went and sucked my limp dangling cock inside his mouth. I sighed and leant against the cool warm of the wet tiles as my cock once again became engorged, this time fully sheathed inside his mouth and throat. The sight of him keeling before me worshipping my manshaft with his mouth was enough for me and after just five minutes I unloaded a final ball load of mancream, this time coating his mouth and throat with my seed.
"Tasty, so tasty," Tony grinned suckling my cockhead as he drained me dry.
Dressed I intended to check on Matt and opened the dormitory door.
"Where are you going?" Tony asked, he was nearly dressed now standing there in his shirt and pulling up his trousers.
"I need to check in with my student," I replied, it was the truth after all.
"Most students will be in the commissary," he said, "I'm heading there, why not come with me, I'll show you the way, my dorm mates had to go in early as they were on monitor duty."
It seemed sensible so I waited until he was fully dressed and we walked together, he chatted on about himself and the school and I listened with one ear, intent on making sure of my whereabouts and continually looking out for Matt. I caught sight of the Scarpetti kid out of the corner of my eye, he was heading in the same direction we were but there was no sign of young Solly with him. It made me think about the younger boy.
"Are you related to a small boy, a young junior also called Buckfast?" I asked Tony stopping him in mid flow.
He looked at me his eyes narrowed, "He's my younger brother," he 'replied and added, "he's just as big a horn dog as," he stopped and grabbed my arm, "don't tell me that little runt of a slut Ritchie got to you first," I could see he was annoyed.
"Nope," I told him and added, "I saw him with an older boy, dark haired swarthy type," I gave nothing away I wanted to see what he knew.
"Scarpetti," the way Tony spoke it was like a real dirty word, "that Italian punk has been at Ritchie, I told him to keep away, the kids a nasty piece of work, he's selfish, just likes to fuck and cum," he spoke bitterly and I got the angle that he knew Nick Scarpetti in the biblical sense too.
"He did you," I made it sound I couldn't believe he had fallen for the jerk.
Tony sighed, "He was new, like anybody you give them the benefit of the doubt, besides there was the dangerous element. We all knew who his father was and it added an extra edge, a frisson to the prospect, besides he was an unknown element. No one knew if he swung at all, so I checked him out and we ended up together," he snorted, "I'm not doing that again. He just fucked me and left me horned up, came back two hours later offering to fuck me again but I told him where to go and the other guys soon caught on. The trouble is he trades on his father's reputation and he's now got a little gang, the usual dregs," he grimaced and then looked at me, "was he fucking Ritchie?"
I had to tell him what I'd seen.
"FUCK," he cried out, "I'll kill him, I told him time and time again, keep away from boys he don't know, the trouble is he likes his cock to much. I ought to work on getting him a proper boyfriend, someone I can trust to look out for him," I heard him go quiet and then caught him looking at me.
"No way," I told him, "I'm not here everyday and to keep the Scarpetti guys at bay and out of reach you'll need someone based in the Academy."
Tony nodded and then added something which I considered to be useful information.
"He says his father sent him here to keep him out of trouble, but I've been with the jerk, I'm sure he only swings one way. Like my brother he likes cock too much and he's not Academy material," he snorted again, "he gets his gang to write his assignments up and he had more excuses for avoiding games and Phys Ed than a politician can lie." Tony stopped walking and grabbed my arm, "Did you know about his father catching him with a whore?" I nodded slowly, "I reckon it was a set up, no kid is going to let his father catch him at it unless he wants him to. I reckon he set the whole thing up himself so his father would stash him where there was plenty of boydick for him to play with. If it hadn't of been the Academy it would have been one of the other residential schools, but the Academy is pretty strong on security and safety. We have a lot of important people's offspring studying here."
I studied him and then another piece of the puzzle fitted in, Buckfast I knew the name meant something. The BFCorp owned the building I rented the office in. BF Buckfast. I asked Tony.
"You related to the BFCorp?"
He grinned, "Guilty," he smiled, "Pops built the real estate side of the business up after Gramps started the business with the money he made from selling the original farm for building plots when the town began to expand."
'Fuck!' I snorted to myself, 'I was paying rent to his father, Fuck I was probably paying for his education.' Suddenly the prospect of fucking him brought a whole new meaning to revenge and then I dismissed the idea, the kid was a great lay and it would be because of that that I wanted to fuck him again.
"I'll have to speak to the Council," muttered Tony, "they'll sort out Scarpetti."
"The Council?" I was intrigued.
"We have a honour code," Toby spoke seriously, "The School Captain and other high ranking students in the Academy look after the school's reputation. Gangster father or not, the Council will deal with him one way or the other."
He sounded serious and his tone was severe. I wondered what possible punishments this so called guardians of honour could visit on the nasty kid I had observed. We walked on for a few minutes in silence.
In the commissary we lined up and he treated me to a coffee and a sandwich whilst he opted for coke and burger and fries.
"Need to fill my inner man," he grinned he was back to his gentle sexy self.
"I thought I did a pretty good job of that myself," I whispered to him and he laughed and blushed prettily.
"Gotta replace those minerals you fucked out of me," he whispered back and I followed him to a corner table where a similar aged crowd of boys were talking and eating.
"This is Mr Harden," Tony announced me to his crowd, "he's a councillor."
I received a number of hard stares and other glances and noted a number of lips being licked as I was sized up. Tony pulled me down beside him as the boys politely made way for us. I listened to their chatty talk as I ate and scanned the room seeking a sight of Matt but I could not see him. Tony was talking quietly to the dark haired boy sitting beside him, I noted the looks the boy was giving me and assumed I was the subject of the conversation. I had to interrupt him however.
"Tony where do the younger students hang out?" I asked I had given up trying to find Matt amongst the pooling seething crowd of boys.
"What's his name?" Tony asked, "it may help me locate him for you."
"Matt Dearborne," I said and caught the narrowing look in his eyes and the gasp of sudden intaken breath. The Dearborne effect was again in evidence.
"Your a Dearborne councillor," he stated more than asked. I nodded, "Fuck do they pay you by the inch then?" he whispered. I avoided the retort that sprang to my lips after all he was still a teenager and replying, 'No hourly rate just like any normal whore,' was in my mind not suitable for his tender ears despite the fucking I had given him.
"The junior boys tend to eat outside," his companion supplied, "less chance of getting their food thrown over them, juniors are always in danger of getting hazed," he added.
I rose from my seat and taking my coffee cup bid them 'goodbye' and headed outside. Tony now knew how to get hold of me if he wanted to and I was tempted to ride the boy again, he was an excellent fuck after all. I looked back and caught the looks of the boys gathered around him Tony had his hands extended in front of him, I narrowed my eyes, he wasn't exaggerating the length at all. The boys mouth dropped and saw the deeper looks in the eyes that sought mind followed by that sexy lip licking. I hustled away feeling those searing glances in my back.
Outside in the warm open space the cries and yells of the younger crowd filled the air and it took just a few moments to locate Matt sitting with a crowd similar to Tony's had been, not only that but the young kid known as Ritchie Buckfast was sitting opposite Matt, 'the kid is one of Matt's crowd' I noted for possible further information.
Matt saw me and rose from the table, it took a few seconds to discover he had no further information so I headed out to the car park, the next port of call was Dearborne High to get a better idea of when Geno had actually disappeared.
The Assistant Principal was most helpful, the receptionist had almost wet her pants when I flashed the card, if the Principal had been available then no doubt I would have been ushered into his office but he was away at County for a meeting.
"Geno was last seen late Tuesday morning, he attended registration and his first class then he was with the school councillor and after that, we don't know. He did not appear for afternoon registration and his father was called as a matter of course," said the dapper little partly bald man. "The police were informed, they pick up any truants but since their initial contact we've heard nothing more." He gave me the name of the officer dealing with the case and I smiled, I knew the lazy sonofabitch Marco well.
"Can I speak to the councillor Geno spoke to?" I asked, it was likely the councillor may have some inkling about the reason for Geno's disappearance.
Mike Raven was a young good looking twenty something hunk, 'School councillor he should be teaching sports' I thought as I felt the strong grip on my hand and that tickle between my legs. I was definitely interested in anything he had to offer.
"Call me Mike," he smiled as he sat down, his legs opening a fraction wider, his bulge to my mind filling out somewhat, "the kids call me Coach R," he added, "I teach football mostly but I took psychology as my second string and the school needed to fill the councillor position whilst wanting to improve the sports team."
I asked about Geno, he was unguarded obviously he took my flashing of my card at face value and spoke to me as an equal. The need for confidentiality was not expressed it was his simple assumption.
"Nice kid," Mike said, "got the makings of a pitcher if he wants it, his right arm could be deadly with the right training but he's got a brain. The trouble is in a place like this kids who use their brain tend to get bruised by the kids who don't want to use their brains. He's popular and keeps out of the gangs, he doesn't have the muscle for a player so they tend to ignore him."
"Any special friends?" I asked.
Mike tapped my card, "Matt's been helping him with his schoolwork, funny relationship, I mean Matt's that much younger but since he started tutoring Geno there has been a marked improvement in his grades. I assume it's Matt that is worried about Geno's disappearance and it is upsetting him?"
I nodded sagely I was not going to give away anything. "Any kids in the High School he hangs out with?"
"Loads," grinned Mike, he scribbled down a list of five names and taking out a folder added their addresses and phone numbers. He underlined one name, "I'd speak to Drake first, they have been close since before Junior High. I understand that when things get bad between Geno and his dad up till now, since Matt's appearance on the scene, it was Drake he usually went to."
"Thanks you've been very helpful," I said and stood up.
Mike stood up saying, "Drake should be in drama now, I'll show you the way."
He stepped close and I could smell his horniness, I felt my interest rise, if it was not for the missing boy I would have done something about it there and then, he looked at me, that look I knew so well in his eyes.
"I'm still new in town," he spoke softly, "perhaps if you get sometime you could show me around," he smiled and flashed his eyes, "or something."
He pushed past me, cleverly he rubbed his bulge against mine as we duelled for position in the small space I found myself enclosed in. His heat was almost overpowering and I had to fight the inclination to rip his clothes of and study the hidden muscular torso that hinted its delectable presence.
"I'll take a rain check," I smiled and his nostril flared sexily.
"Great," he beamed a dazzling smile, "I'd love to know what to do on a rainy afternoon."
Drake turned out to be a thin gangly fourteen year old, his head was slightly out of proportion with his body, he was still gong through puberty but there were no signs of heavy spots on his face. He was black haired, an untidy mop with grey eyes and think pink lips. He smelt of washed sweaty youth not unpleasant but there was that disinfectant tang, spot cleaner I thought that hung about him. He had a high-pitched voice and I wondered if his balls had dropped yet but his droopy t-shirt and jeans gave nothing away.
We sat outside under a leafy tree and I asked about Geno.
He was defensive, it was clear the boys were close and he wanted to protect his friend. I pushed it and came on strong.
"Look Geno's missing for longer than usual and we're worried about him," I spoke hard my face close to his, reading his eyes and body and I caught the flicker in his eye, "He was with you," I stated and Drake at first tried to bluster his way through it but I'm not a trained councillor I have my own way of knowing things.
I grabbed him by the t-shirt and pulled him right up against me, his odour changed, the sour tang of hormonal youth became heightened along with the new look of fear in his eye.
"I, I," he twisted away and I brought him back nose to nose, my free hand stroked down his chest and stabbed him just above the waist, he grunted.
"Don't fuck with me kid," I blazed throatily, "Geno was with you wasn't he, the question is where is he now?"
He reddened and bleated some more and I let my hand fall further down and pressed his crotch. I could feel the thin shaft, hard and hot inside his jeans. I pushed with the flat of my hand, grinding the hard gristle of his boyhood against his stomach. His eyes filled with tears and I squeezed him hard.
"You want to grow old enough to grow hairs on your balls," I hissed, "for fuck's sake I'm on Geno's side. I'm not looking for him for his father or the authorities, Matt's worried about him."
"Matt," I heard the slight hint of jealousy slip from his thin lips. I knew then that Geno meant more to him than perhaps Geno knew and probably Matt.
"Spill it," I said and he crumpled.
"He was with me Tuesday night after school. He'd seen Mike the councillor and then there was a rumpus during the lunch break, some of the rougher kids had a row and somehow Geno got involved. He got away from the flare up and took off. He turned up as I was walking home, he'd spent the afternoon in the local library." Drake blubbed a bit and I handed him my handkerchief, it was the one Matt had replaced. "Because of the fight with his dad he stayed with me that night," Drake's eyes filled with tears again, "then, then," Drake hiccupped, "I left early for school but he never arrived and I haven't seen him since."
I looked at the kid, something told me there was something more, the kid was still hiding something. He looked at me, and I stared deep into his eyes, there was a shadow that worried me and he had to look away. I pushed my hand down on his groin, he was still hard and hot and the slim tube pulsed under my hand.
"What aren't you telling me?" I demanded and grabbed his chin pulling him nose to nose again.
"I, I, er, we, we," he stuttered and tried to look away.
"Matt," I whispered and again there was that trace of jealous venom and he trembled and I felt his cock pulse hard and then I knew, "he didn't fuck you," I stated, "no not that, he wouldn't fuck you 'cos of Matt."
I could see by the look that now coloured his eyes and the way his body slumped that I was right.
"We were together," he cried, "together for years until Matt came along" he sobbed now and I let him go and then held him against me as he cried his heart out on my chest. "Where is he?" he mewled, "I wanted him so much to love me, that morning when we woke. Normally we would do it before we went to school but he wouldn't, he said it was different now, we were just friends," he bawled and added, "I miss him so much."
I stroked and consoled him as best I could. At length he told me that after their morning row he had showered dressed and left for school. At that time Geno was in the shower and he assumed they would see each other at school and that then Geno would go back home.
"He normally does that," Drake sighed, "stays with me for one night then goes back home but I haven't seen him since Wednesday morning. I didn't say anything about him being with me on Tuesday night after he went missing on Wednesday. It was, it was too painful and I was scared of being considered I was involved in his disappearance." I squeezed his shoulder, "You will find him won't you?" he blubbered a bit more, "please find him and bring him back. I won't mind if we don't do it again, ever. I just want to know he's safe and happy."
"Don't worry," I assured him and he looked up me with his tear stained face and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Thank you," he whispered.
The time scale had narrowed it was clear now that Geno had gone missing sometime on Wednesday morning. It was time to check in with the police to see if they had any leads and luckily I have some pull in the local force.
I walked Drake back to the main building and made sure he was okay before I left. As I passed the sports field I saw Mike with a tall youth, he was standing by the youth counting his press-up, he was positioned close to the fence by the car park, not the right place for a training session but just right to check on anyone who was on their way to their car. He smiled and came up to me, he was bare chested, the firm pecs with the dark brown nipples stared at me, the flat six pack of a stomach and then came the smallest pair of blue shorts I had seen since I started learning to swim at five, his groin bulged, you could see the thick line of his cock, he had obviously dispensed with a jock strap just to show himself of for me. I didn't get as far as his legs I was locked on the swelling tube.
"Everything okay?" he smiled and smoothed the shorts by the sides accentuating his bag of goodies.
"Looks okay to me," I smiled back adding, "whose the athlete?"
"Oh," he looked flustered and turned back to the kid who was sweating away as he managed a shaky press up. "You can stop now Johnny," he said, "start your warm down now." He turned back to me, "How was Drake?"
"Should be fine," I said, "he and Geno have history and he's given me some helpful information but he's feeling a bit down at the moment. I left him back in class."
"Right, I'll look in on him later," Mike smiled and there was a gentle sway of his hips, I got the message, "perhaps you can look in on me later," he grinned.
"I've got your details," I replied and watch him walk away, his butt swished and you could see the taut muscles straining the blue fabric. He put his arm across his student's shoulder.
"Come on Johnny," he said throatily, "I'll work on that bad knee of yours in the locker room," and he flashed me another of those looks.
I was about to reply when a deeper voice behind me spoke, it had that vocal tang, the singing Italian tone.
"Betta watcha your butt Johnny," said the voice, "or coach mighta make a toucha down."
As I turned around another more nasally voice spoke, "Or he might tackle yore tackle," it said, it was followed by a cackling laugh.
I looked to see two teenagers behind me, one was swarthy, thickset, black curly hair, repeated on his eyebrows which met in the centre. The other was also olive skinned but was a slim skinny stringy black haired runt. As I watched they laughed and chinked their wrists at each other, similar looking bangles made of some cheap material. They wore tight fitting grey t-shirts and tight hip hugging jeans. They strode away laughing in that cheap nasty way. I looked back at Mike.
"Hoodlums, in the making," he said, "not interested in learning, just waiting out their time."
'Probably part of the Scarletti dominion ,' I thought to myself and waving my hand in farewell at Mike headed off to my car.
I was in luck at the Precinct, Ivan Zablonski was the Duty Desk Sergeant, he waved me through. He and I go way back and he owes me favours, we often swap information it helps both our causes. I headed down the stairs into the depths of the station, past the lockup and onto Record, there I found Tim Jollyson. I stepped into the dusty dark office, the lines of dark folder filled shelves stretched into the distance. I walked down to Tim's desk, he was busy studying three open folders and making notes, intent on his job he appeared unaware of my presence. I tiptoed up behind him and slid my hand down his uniformed chest to grasp his basket, he gasped and then relaxed, leaving me to gently squeeze his goodies, his stubby fat cock and the large balls that could shoot a cream so tasty my mouth was already watering.
"Randy," he sighed and stroked my squeezing hand, "it's been so," he sighed deeply, "How long since you and I."
I cut him short, "It was last Tuesday in the locker room at the Y," I told him, "as it is every Tuesday."
He grinned, "Go on honey, squeeze yourself a creamy milk shake if you want."
"Nah," I grinned reluctantly letting him go, I had other matters on my mind. "I need your help," I asked him. I quickly explained about Geno and he dug out the file, we both knew the officer on the case, the details were sparse, hell I had more information than he had written down.
"Not much to go on," said Tim, "but you know Marco, short cuts mean he can dump cases early if he can't solve 'em." We both knew Marco's shortcomings. "Tel you what," added Tim, "Droblonski did some house to house in the area, now where would Marco have filed," he stopped and pulled out the daily log for Wednesday, "ah here it is," he scanned down the scrawled pages, "Hmm not much to add but two people mention a white delivery truck, adds it had green writing on the side." He snapped the folder shut, "sorry Randy that's about it." He smiled up at me.
I gently rubbed his head, "Thanks Tim, I owe ya, see you on Tuesday then as usual," and I turned to go.
I got about three steps when he called my name. I looked back, he had cleared the desk and was lying back on it, his trousers and boxers were on the floor and he was unbuttoning his shirt. Even from where I stood I could see the glisten from his man pussy, his short stubby four inch dick already pointed upwards and I swear those big orange sized balls of his pulsed before me.
"I will be late Tuesday," he said throatily, "got a meeting at the courthouse but its been a long time since we," he patted the desk as he dropped his shirt on the floor.
I moved towards him and tugged his sock off, his shoes were under the desk where he usually left them, now he was naked. Tim unsnapped my trousers as I dealt with my shirt and tie. He was right it had been a long time since we debauched the Records Office and as I slid my nine inches of pure hard meat inside him he groaned as I recalled from those other naughty times.
"Oh Fuck me Randy," he whispered, he sounded just the same as when I first did him back in my time on the force.
I eased in slow, normally we just sucked on Tuesday's in the showers after the weekly workout, I could not recall the last time I fucked him, it may have been one of those reunion gatherings in the Blue Bar where the cops past and present hung out. I just know I loved the taste of his cum and in those days I would take a daily sometimes hourly dose when we walked the streets swinging our clubs. Tim had been transferred to Records when the brass discovered his aptitude for putting two and tow together and adding in three from another source could make or break a case from his desk. But for now I was interested in his other attributes.
I bottomed out, my full bloated cock was deep inside him and we paused to catch our breath, then as I felt him tremble I started the slow rotating thrusts that did it for us both. Slow, slow twist and slow I plunged in and out of his manpussy, the grip was tight and milking. He moaned and groaned, the sound echoing around the dead files as I pitched higher stepping up the pace. Now I held his balls in my hand and squeezed, he writhed on my meat like a mixer, Oh I knew his pleasure points allright and with gentle pressure on his gonads I made him work my muscle with his vice grip of a manhole.
"Harder, harder," he wheezed and I knew he meant his balls.
I stood still, my meat inside his hole, his heavy balls in my hands and I squeezed them together and tight. I could almost feel the cream working its way up his tube. He squeezed me with his colon and then milked me as I worked his balls, soon I could hear that rasping gasp, I bent over and took the crab apple sized cockhead in my mouth, he grunted, trembled, moaned and shot his sticky tapioca like man cream straight into my mouth, I savoured the sweet tangy mixture before I swallowed, 'Yup creamy as ever,' and gently suckled the last strings out of his already drooping cock. I looked at him, he was awake but in a swoon, this sometimes happened when we fucked like that. His eyelids fluttered as he came to and I gently rotated my cock inside his now relaxed mancunt.
"Where do you want it?" I asked and he smiled and stretched sexily.
"Oh put in there," he said, "it's been so long, it could do with a repaint."
I pounded in and out of him now, he lay pliant just gently sighing, I knew he was feeling good, he wouldn't cum again, that wasn't his way so I could pound away for my own pleasure. In just a few moments I felt my sperm rise and plunged in deep in his fuckchute, giving him the repaint job he wanted. We kissed gently, sweetly as he recovered his senses and I juts liked the feel of his body around my still stiff prong.
"That was quite like old times," I grinned.
"You bet," he sighed, "you know I used to know every inch of that ceiling, now it looks," he smiled, "familiar."
"We must do this again sometime," I told him.
"Tuesday would be nice," he chuckled, "the Y must have some interesting ceilings too."
I left him lying on the desk still gazing at the ceiling. I was headed over to Drake's house by now school was out and the kid should be home, in any case I wanted to have a look around the neighbourhood. Ivan called to me as I went past.
"You get what you wanted?" he smiled.
"And some," I laughed.
"So what's the case?" he asked, meaning did he have any information I might like.
"Missing kid, Geno Hedran, father works for the Dearborne's," I said, "Marco's handling it," I raised an eyebrow. Ivan smiled.
"Hey Tomas," he said to the young officer beside him, I didn't know him, the kid was after my time. "Anything for Marco on the Gardeners Boy case."
The crop headed youngster checked the folder in front of him, "No sir," he replied.
"Didn't expect anything else," sighed Ivan, "but if I hear anything."
"Sure thing Ivan," I replied and we waved hands.
Drake lived in one of the same o, same o cheaply constructed boxes, a small estate built to house cheap workers. It had been added to as the family had grown and sprawled backwards into the overgrown garden. The door was opened by a younger version of the kid, obviously a brother.
"Drake in?" I asked, the kid looked at me suspiciously.
"Who are you," he demanded.
"School councillor," I retorted putting the kid in his place.
"He's in his room with the other councillor," the kid said, "He came home with him, he says Drake's not well."
'So Mike was here' I thought as the kid pointed the way to the back of the house. A thought hit me, I looked at the boy, "Did you see any strangers around here on Wednesday?" I asked him, it was worth a shot the boy lived here he may have seen something.
"Nope," the kid replied and then added, "but Viz might know something."
"Viz?" I asked.
"He lives across the street, the house with the red door, he's," the kid thought for a moment, "he's nosy, spies on us, always looking out behind doors, windows, trees," he said, "he don't play much with us kids."
I looked across the street, sure enough there was a house with a red door and sure enough a curtain in the window twitched as I looked. Another wild card to draw on.
"Thanks son," I said and walked towards Drake's room.
As I stood outside the door I could hear muted sounds, I smiled to myself, 'Good old Mike sounds like he knows how to counsel a boy alright,' I didn't knock I simply opened the door, well there was no tie on the handle. The moans and groans of pleasure grew louder.
END OF PART FOUR
To be continued...
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