THE CASE OF THE GARDENERS BOY- PART SEVEN © Van T Z Boi 2017
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I grinned at the no longer virginal thirteen year old, "So you like cock then?" it really wasn't a question that needed answering, I could see the hungry look in his eyes and it wasn't food he had an appetite for. He reached out and stroked my chest, teasing his fingers almost unconsciously around my nipples, Little Randy purred inside the moist boypusssy and throbbed, Viz's eyes opened and narrowed as he sensed the movement inside him.
"I suppose you want the information now?" his gaze was hungrily hopeful.
I grinned back, "I think a little more payment is in order, don't you?"
"Fuck yes," he relaxed back on the sheet, his eyes aglow, "make me talk," he said throatily. The kid was turning into a vampish whore already. I smirked and moved my hips forcefully, Little Randy did his duty and Viz moaned as my cockridge stroked his hot boybud. "Ohhhh fuuuuucccckkk," he sighed and stroked his hands up my arms. "Is it always like this?" he asked honestly.
"Depends who does the fucking," I told him just as honest, "not everyone can do it for you, you just have to choose carefully, but I guess you'll enjoy most of the experiences." I was sure he wasn't going to let the grass grow under his ass over the next few weeks, but for now I had a teenage boypussy to plunder and Little Randy was heating up happily.
I pushed hard inside him and held my position steady, my weight balanced on my hands as I fucked him hard. He writhed and wriggled below me, his eyes watching me whenever they were not closed in passion. His nipples tightened and became pointed and I leant forward and nipped them with my lips, he squealed and shivered with the sensation. I dropped down on him, my weight pinning him to the mattress and I slowly worked Little Randy back and forth over that sweet boybulge, feeling it swelling as his boypussy vibrated when the sensations inside his body took him even higher. He was sobbing and moaning and trying to wriggle but my weight and strong arms contained his lust, dominating him in the sweet fucking way that I knew he would appreciate; this was a boy who wanted to be fucked and I wanted to show him more. Abruptly as he shook and writhed I stopped and slid out of him. He screamed as Little Randy exited his pussy lips.
"No, no, noooooo," he yelled, "don't stop. Please, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything, everything" he cried, the tears of desperate longing running down his face.
"No need to talk now," I smirked again, "It's time you did the work."
"Huh?" he looked puzzled as I lay down beside him.
"Up you get," I slid my hand under his soft arse and pushed him upwards. He sat up and looked at me.
"How do I?" his face was a picture of lusty confusion and his thin boydick pulsed repeatedly.
"Climb on and find out," I pushed him to his knees.
Carefully he manoeuvred himself on top of me and stared at Little Randy who was pulsing impatiently.
"Grab it gently," I told him, Viz never took his eyes of Little Randy as he touched mancock for the first time knowing what it could do to him, how it could make him feel, how it could satisfy his hidden desires.
"It's so hot," he said thoughtfully, more to himself and his hand slid up and down the silky shaft pausing as he came to the sticky part which was slowly drying out as it was no longer inside his wet teenboypussy. His fingers tapped gently against the shaft, the tips sticking momentarily to the skin.
"Needs oiling," I whispered softly and pushed his head down close to Little Randy who obligingly produced a swell of precum that oozed from the open cocklips and drooled down the exposed glans.
Viz resisted the push to bring his mouth towards my cock, instead he held steady and studied Little Randy, sniffing in its pungent musky aroma.
"Fuck smells so good," he purred, "awesome perfume," he sniggered and then yelped as my forceful hand brought his lips right down on my desiring cockhead.
"Lick it and be careful of your teeth," I commanded and obedient the slut to be; swallowed my cock inside his sweet virginal mouth. His eyes widened and I knew he was tasting my sweet juices and what was left of his own oils and he started to suck quickly, the old sweet tasting pre-cum working its usual magic on the tastebuds of his young unsullied mouth and tongue. He lifted his head momentarily, and licked the glans scooping up a dollop of my juice and swilling it around his mouth.
"Fuck never thought cock could taste that sweet and, and tasty," he murmured, blushed a deep pink but his mouth returned to sucking.
"Get it good and wet so it can slide inside your pussy easily," I instructed and placed my hands behind my head as I enjoyed his sucking explorations. He was a very quick teach and in no time at all he was bobbing his head up and down and letting go of his saliva so that my cock was soon glistening. "Enough," I grabbed his head and brought it up sharp, "Now climb on and fuck yourself silly," I held his chin tight and gazed into his eyes, he blinked but then glittered back with zealous desire shining.
He straddled my torso and lifted himself up, his tentative hand took hold of my dick and he held it against his pulsing pussy, sensing the feel of the hot prick before he rubbed the sticky tip against his pussy lips; a yearning, lusting look crossed his face. Slowly he eased down the shaft, the cockhead easily spearing through his deflowered entrance. Inch by micro-inch his body sank down and I knew he was enjoying the short but slow journey.
"Fuuuuuuucccck," he sighed as he came to rest, my pubes tickling his outer lips and then he looked at me. "Now what?" he asked for a moment confused.
"Move your hips," I grinned and then enjoyed the delightful thoughtful look that came over him as his first tentative movements brought waves and bolts of pleasure rising inside him. Instinctively now he began to move with increasing speed, his hips almost a blur as he rocked back and forth. I let nature take its course and moments later he was panting and heaving his body rising up high before sinking down as he fucked himself for the first time to orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, wowo, huh, uurgghh, now, now, now," he chanted as the hot waves rolled over and over inside his body and the bright stars brillianted for him. The dry cum was brief though and he sank down quickly, a sad look of disappointment on his face. "Fuck me," his voice was soft and the tone miserably regretful.
"Not long enough was it," I chuckled, Little Randy approved of the tightness but was also unhappy about the sudden cessation. "Next time take it slower, enjoy it properly," I looked at him, "so get on with it," and my hand came around and slapped his arse cheek, the sound echoing loudly and he sprang into action.
I taught him as he rode me, his hips rotating, his torso adjusting so that the tiny inner bud was in constant and rubbing contact with Little Randy who certainly appreciated the attention. He took some time to get his unused pussy muscles to function but once they were awakened he worked them hard. Viz caught on quickly and experimenting he placed his hands on my chest, the fingers teasing my nubs as he balanced himself for another explosion, this time it lasted much longer and he shook and trembled and moaned and whimpered and his eyes looked at me with that desperate appreciative desire. `He probably thinks he's in love with me,' I thought, but I knew it was just simple lust love; I knew that once he had a few different cocks inside his sweet hole he would be looking for me just for the fuck and not the supposed love, but in the meantime I would enjoy teaching him his sensual duties.
He sat back down heavily and limp on Little Randy who was now desperate for his own satisfaction.
"My turn," I told him, "work your pussy," the second heavy slap galvanised him into action again.
Viz proved to be a quick and easy learner, his body worked me as well as any newly fucked boy ever did. He was adding to his own experiences, leaning backwards to see the effect and enjoying the extra pressure it provided. Pushing down harder and pulling me into him with his hands and then the good use of those inside muscles got a good workout that bodied well for anyone next inside his fuckhole.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, again, again, there, there," he grunted, his concentration intense as he sought to bring me to my climax and I did little to help him along, this was his task and he knew it. His hips almost hummed as he vibrated his teenboypussy about my dick. Little Randy swelled just that little bit more as the inevitable end loomed and Viz appeared to sense what was needed. His muscles undulated and squeezed in quick succession and this time it was me who roared as my hot explosion boomed and his pussy was once more coated with the cooling seeds of manmilk. Viz's own dry cum was also on the way and I further delighted in the extra squeezing and compression as Viz's orgasm shook him once more. "Fuck me," he sighed and the look of respect in his eyes was clear.
"Fuck yourself," I reached up and rubbed his sex sweat damp hair, it stood up in spikes from his head, "now you know how to," I grinned and nipped his right nipple with my fingers, the nails catching the taut tip and he yelped and then shook and trembled yet again as this produced another short sweet orgasm for him.
"Ohhh, oohhhhh," he whelped as his body once more shivered with the boyhood delights.
We lay there for a moment and then I gently pulled him towards me and kissed his hot lips, he stank of sex and it enflamed Little Randy. The kissing grew even more fierce and he looked at me with excited admiration.
"Again?" he asked; a desperate desiring lusting longing in his tone.
"Next lesson," I replied, "now you swallow," his face was a picture but one I had seen before. His pussy was no longer virginal and I intended to deflower and seed his throat. `One cherry taken now the next,' I thought to myself, forgetting the real reason why I was here, that's the problem with a dick that thinks for itself, it takes you in directions that you had no idea of going until some sweet boy pussy opens up or a hot mouth swallows and now Little Randy wanted to know if Viz had a hot mouth.
His dark eyes were pools of terrified desire as I brought his head down towards me. He sniffed again the magic mixture of combined fuck juices and I could feel his thin four inches of boyteen dick throb against my thigh.
"Suck it and mind your teeth," I demanded and pushed his mouth close to my swelling cockhead, Little Randy drooling with anticipation, pulsed a further dollop out of my cockslit. Viz's tongue snaked out and his licked across the head of my dick, the satiny rasping of his slicking tongue sending the usual delighted shivers down my shaft making my balls twitch in ready anticipation. Slowly he opened his mouth and his head sank down even more slowly, we both enjoyed this different entering to his other boyheaven. I could feel him swallow as my drooling precum coated his mouth and mixed with his saliva. I love the sensation when a boy swallows when your cock is in his mouth; that slight pressure on the sensitive skin under the ridge when a tongue slides against it as the throat muscles move is exquisite and more so this time as it was Viz's first. He took his mouth of me and looked up; the look in his eyes was of astoundment.
"It really does taste so good," he said awed.
"Fucking suck it slut," I replied and slapped his naked backside, I knew what the stinging pain would do to his jangled wrangled sexualized nerves and he yelped but smiled at the same time. His mouth returned to its task. His head bobbed up and down with increased rapidity, this was different from when he got me wet, this time there was a different expectation and he knew it. His new found abilities soared as his hands stoked my shaft and caressed my balls whilst his mouth, lips and tongue delivered their sweet pluckings at my cockhead. Viz constantly swallowed as his mouth continued to swell with not just my bloating glans but his own saliva, plus my spermy precum emissions; his sucking and swallowing continuing the delightful sensations for both of us as he rode my dick with his mouth, he was learning as he sucked and he was teaching himself well.
I reached for and found his slim crayon of a boyteen prick, the heated balls, little hot marbles to my touch were working hard; his underdeveloped body was making up for lost time but his groin was still smooth, no pubic hairs grew there yet. I gently teased his foreskin back and forth and then as it slid beneath the hard ridge, scraped my nail edge along the soft hard bulge, his growl of joy vibrated deliciously against my cock, so I did it again, he trembled and shivered and then as I rubbed the rose bud sized head, squeezing the soft tissue he shook and writhed and I knew he had cum again. His mouth never stopped moving however and I enjoyed the full experience of sensing his climax though my rod and my body. Viz was turning out to be an excellent cocksucker.
Little Randy was more than ready now; he had been massaged and kissed and sucked enough. I felt my cock swell and then that warm heat, the momentary tell bounced up from my balls and the white heat of shooting sperms began to overtake it. I held Viz's head in the palm of my hand, ready to push down if he struggled up but the boy was man enough and he took the volcano blast well, although I could feel the wetness seeping down the side of my shaft where his mouth was not quite tight enough.
"Fucking swallow," I bellowed and his throat responded, that awesome sensation as your cock is exploding its juices and the mouth around it swallows is always exceptional and despite Viz's inexperience he did a damn fine job. I did not lay idle, my fingers were already at work on his teen pickle and just as I had finished the forceful explosions and was reduced to the dribbling jets, I brought him to another hot dry cum, his mouth and body on my dick just as exciting as his first had been.
"Fuck that wa," I stopped him as I pushed him back on the bed and followed down. My mouth closed around his boydick, the four inches sinking deep inside my mouth and he groaned and whimpered as I sucked the slim shaft and roughly tongued the marble sized boybud. I gave him the benefit of years of experience and he yelped and sobbed and whimpered; his body in an almost foetal shape around my head as the cocksucking lesson took a new turn. I opened wide and took him cock and balls into my mouth, the slim shaft close to my throat, my lips like a vacuum hose clamped around the hot marbles. I slicked and caressed his boyteeen sex with my tongue, my mouth hovering and swallowing all the time. A finger then two fucked his tight hole. He gasped and throbbed, twice he shook with dry orgasms and then I withdrew and concentrated on the tiny tip. Languid he lay there as I coaxed a final desperate orgasm from him, I could see his face. He was well away on the plateau, the delights overflowing his young system and at last he jerked.
"Ohh, ohhhh, ohhh," he sobbed and then I tasted it, that slight wetness, sour from its raw newness. I knew his balls were truly working now. I pulled off and took his finger and rubbed it across the stickily substance glistening on the tip of my tongue. I held it in front of his glazed eyes which slowly focussed as he came down from his sexual high, he watched the movement of my fingers as I toyed with the clear sticky strand. "What is tha, is that?" his face returned to its amazed state.
"Your first cum," I smirked and wiped it across his lips.
He shook his head as he tasted it, "Uurghh, that's really bad, sour not like yours," he said sadly making a wry face.
"That's raw new teenage cum boy," I told him, "next time it'll be thicker and thicker and sweeter until its proper seed but for now," I grinned and leered at him, "you're on your way teenager."
Viz screamed and kissed me hard. "Thank you, thank you, I thought it would never happen," he sobbed and repeated the words until I silenced his mouth with a kiss, I had to shut his noise up somehow.
The sex was over, it was time to talk. I made myself comfortable and slid Little Randy inside his steamy teencunt, he took it easily and a hopeful look stole over his face.
"Uh-Uh," I made it quite clear, "it's time to spill the beans."
"What do you want to know?" his look became secretive.
"The boy Geno, he's missing when did you last see him?" I smiled gently.
Viz lay back on the pillow, his face relaxed a little, "I saw him, he'd been staying with Drake, I used to watch them fuck through the window," his face took on a knowing look, now he knew something about how they felt. "I overheard that Geno's dad had been rough with him, some sort of argument and he'd run off, he did that sometimes," the look was wistful and I could see him recalling the times he watched Drake and Geno together. "that day, Wednesday morning Drake left early, they didn't do it," his tone was slightly defensively aggressive, "I got up early to see but they didn't," he was sounding regretful now, "I went home but watched from the window and saw Geno leave, he was dressed and carrying his school bag, then he went past the van and I didn't see him after that, the van drove off and he wasn't there. I thought maybe he got a lift," Viz's eyes were tearful, "I didn't do anything, couldn't do anything, I didn't know."
"Hey," I stroked his face, wiping the tears away, "It's not your fault you had no idea what might have been happening; but this van what sort was it, colour, make, any identification?" I had to be forceful.
He squinted, recalling his memory then added slowly, "It was white, dirty though, not cleaned and I think it was a Laundry van, it had green writing on it."
"What did the writing say?" I pressed him.
His face crumpled and he turned his face away, I felt his body tense, "I don't know," he sobbed, "I don't read," he spoke quietly the embarrassment high in his tone.
"Was there anything else about the van, you said I was a Laundry van, how do you know that?" I stroked his head and rubbed my fingers against his earlobe.
Viz turned his face back towards me, "I seen other's like it but cleaner, washed, the men pick up and drop off bags of dirty and clean stuff but this one was an older van, but dirty and the writing looked the same. I had seen it driving around for a few days before, it never stopped to drop off or pick up, just drove around but slow like the other vans do."
I grinned, I was sure that Geno had been kidnapped by the mystery occupants of the van. Now all I had to do was find out which Laundry service used green lettering on the side and possibly which one had recently sold off an older vehicle. It was a start.
Viz looked at me, "Was I any help?"
"You sure were," I kissed him on the forehead and he pulled me down to kiss me on the lips. Little Randy thickened and swelled. I grinned again a knowing one; this time I really fucked the boycum out of him.
I looked down on the bed, Viz was still writhing from the first cum fuck; he looked real cute, that old young body opening and maturing in front of me, the thin trail of new boy cream glistening on his body. I quickly dressed, Viz watching me from the bed.
"Will I see you again?" he sounded fearful.
I sat back down and stroked his naked body, his teen cock throbbed and pulsed and I squeezed the tip, a dribble of teen spunk oozed out. I wiped it up and rubbed it across his lips and inside his mouth; he tasted it but did not make `the face,' this time.
"Sure but you've got to get back to school," I took out my notebook and wrote on it. "Do you know St Sebastian's?" he nodded, "then get up there today and ask for Padre Rico, he runs a class there for immigrants, hand him this, he will teach you to read and write and," I wagged my finger at him, "Padre Rico will send me word if you do not attend." I placed the piece of paper on the bedside table then I leaned over and kissed the tip of his dick, it thrust at me. " After that well then we'll see; if you have worked hard, worked your butt off, then," I slid my hand down and thrust three fingers inside his spermy teen cunt, "I may visit again."
I stood up and he got up from the bed and followed me to the front door.
"Bye," he stood shameless and naked and erect on the front stoop, for a moment Little Randy made his lust clear but I was on the job, true a different one from Little Randy everlasting quest, so I sucked in a deep breath and turned away. I looked back, Viz was still standing naked watching me. It was difficult to climb into the car as Little Randy was not co-operating. I drove away and had to detour so I didn't drive past the naked teenager.
I drove to the office, Chet parked the car and I granted him the customary blowjob, I needed it, Little Randy was desperate for it and Chet well he was more than desperate. I stroked his head as he swallowed, he was an expert but somehow the memory of Viz's first suck was more satisfying somehow. I decided he could give Viz some lessons and made a mental note.
Donny provided the necessary coffee whilst I rang Padre Rico.
"Send me the bill for anything he needs," I told him; the cost would be added to the Dearborne account anyway.
"I'll take care of him," he said, "he won't be the only white boy here, so he shouldn't feel out of place and I'll keep you informed of his progress." I thanked him and sat back to reflect as I sipped my coffee. Padre Rico and I went back ages, I had grown up around him and I knew from personal experience he was to be trusted with Viz's scholastic education, for his other lessons I had an idea who could undertake those.
"Fruitful morning?" Donny was perched on the end of the desk, his tight bulge indicated his lustful hope but Little Randy had just that too much of a workout; he twitched but stayed quiet.
"Uh –huh," I nodded my head, "can you ring Tim at the Precinct and ask him who runs a white van Laundry service with green lettering or a green design on the sides."
Donny sashayed back to his desk, his backside swishing and letting me know; he stood in the doorway, his backside in my view, his tight ass twitching and looked over his shoulder, "Anything else I can do for you?" his voice low and meaningful
"Another coffee would be fine," I smiled.
"You know where the machine is," he whipped back at me and flounced angrily back to his desk.
I stood up and took my mug out to the backroom where we kept everything we needed. The coffee was as usual hot and strong and I sipped slowly enjoying the heat and effect of the caffeine on my tired system. I stared at the wall trying to make sense of what I had learned. It was clear that Geno had been taken by someone but or what, there had been no ransom demand, no threats made to the Dearborne's. Donny's voice called me back down to earth.
"Tim's on the phone, he says he has information," Donny handed me the phone, his hand touched mine and there was a slight stroke. I was forgiven for the time being.
"Why are you checking into Scarpetti's operation?" Tim sounded worried, "he's more than dangerous, you know that?"
"Scarpetti?" my mind whirled, "why do you think I'm interested in Scarpetti's operations?"
"Scarpetti owns the ACME Laundy, he runs a fleet of white painted vans and ACME Laundry is written in big green letters on the sides," Tim was peevish, "look, the Feds have put a block on any interference with Scarpetti, they're gunning for him in a big way, best you keep out of it Randy. I'm worried, this time a bullet might kill you."
"Hey the case I've got leads me towards a white van with green lettering but it's an old model. It's probably been sold on and being used by someone else." I thought quickly, "you got any contact in the Scarpetti set up?" I knew that Tim had grown his information net big since we worked together; his breath of informants was huge to my knowledge and had proved helpful in the past. "I don't want to get involved in any Fed case," I told him, "just information about the on-selling of vans." I could hear Tim thinking over the wires.
"I may have someone you could talk too, let me set up a meet and I'll call you back," he rang off. I stood there pondering. Scarpetti ran a lot of the crime in the city but kidnapping was not something I heard he got involved in. Girls, Booze, Betting, number running; that was his usual game with a bit of blackmail on the side. I wondered how the Laundry fitted in; it seemed small beer for `laundering money' I chuckled at the idea of laundering money through a laundry service.
"Good news?" Donny handed me a refilled mug and I sipped it.
"Not really, more of a confusion," I headed back to my office.
An hour later I headed over to the Academy, I wanted to check in with Matt in case there was something extra he could help me with, perhaps he and Paul had seen something of the strange van. The Academy porter greeted me with a salute.
"Ah Mr Harden, I've been expecting you, could you wait here for a moment," he picked up the telephone and spoke to someone. I was unable to hear any side of the conversation, "this way please," he instructed and I followed him outside. A black limousine drew up and I climbed in, the school banner was painted on the doors, so this appeared to have something to so with the school. The limo took me to one of the school buildings; Dearborne Sporting Annexe was the engraved heading above the impressive entrance archway.
"Inside sir," the chauffeured head spoke to me, "someone will escort you."
I entered and a small tracksuited boy was waiting by the doorway.
"Follow me," he instructed and I padded after him. The long tiled corridor was cavernous but silent, the heavy doors either side gave no indication of their use; the photographs that lined the wall were all of sporting achievements, the name Dearborne prominent. The boy stopped at one of the doors, "Through there," he said opening one of the heavy wooden doors, it opened easily and silently. I stepped through.
I entered onto what was laid out as a basketball practise area. A group of young players were in action around the basket, their whoops and cries of encouragement as each took turns to shoot on the run, echoed within the room. The walls had to be well soundproofed as not a sound had I heard until I entered the room. A whistle blew and the boys stood still, the tall figure with the whistle stepped into view.
"Practise is over boys, shower and sign out," the boys headed away towards another door, each picking up a ball and placing it in the container by the door.
"Mr Harden?" I looked at the figure, Grant Junior was truly a chip off the old bloc; he had his father's blue eyes and fair hair and the square chin. "Grant Dearborne Junior," he held out his hand and I shook it. His handshake was firm, "I've heard a lot about you," his hand stayed clasped in mine.
"And I've heard a lot about you," I replied. I looked him up and down as he was doing the same to me. He was tall not as big as his father but well on the way, his long arms and long legs were made for basketball. He wore a tight blue top with matching shorts, shorts which I noticed bulged heavily between his legs. I recalled what Smithy had said about him and Little Randy woke up from his recovery sensing possible action.
"I asked the staff to watch out for you; as Council Chair I'm in charge of certain Academy matters, matters like Nico Scarpetti's behaviour and I wanted to speak to you direct." His voice was authoritative and much in tone like his fathers.
"Okay," I replied, "what do you want to ask me?
"That can wait, right now I'm more interested in what Neil, Toby and Jenkins said about you," his hand shook out and grabbed me between the legs. Little Randy leaped into action. "So it's true what they said," he ran his fingers up and down the growing bulge in my trousers.
I reached out and rubbed his similarly growing tube in his shorts."I hear you're a bit of a chip off the old man's block or should I say rod," I squeezed the hot pole and looked into his face, "so what next?"
He stepped back and yanked up the blue top, his muscular body gleamed in the overhead lights; his shorts tented and pulsed as his obvious desire peaked. "This is where I teach the boys how to score," he grinned, "You up for a game?"
End of Part Seven
To be continued...???????
(So how am I doing with this detective story, are there enough red herrings for you Private Dicks out there and is your interviewing methods as intensively probing as Randy's. Well , you know the score by now - if you want more and want me to continue this story write and tell me and don't forget if you like this one then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look up V for Van T Z Boi on nifty's prolific authors listing. Please, please also make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this further chapter. All the best, Van T Z Boi)
(In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of Detained at Daddies' and Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)