Darren received two e-mails the next day in reply to his, agreeing to an interview, though the letter he received the following week was a refusal. He also got another two letters saying that they had received such a photo and immediately sent a letter back to both asking if they would be agreeable in giving him an interview.
He dropped the letters into the post bag for being sent out that day and went off to Balham to see a Peter Walker. He found the house quite easily and went up the short path and rang the bell. The door was opened by a young man.
`Mr. Walker?' Darren asked showing his press card.
`No. He's at work,' this man replied.
`Oh. I was hoping to catch him in. He answered a piece I put into our paper about a certain photo showing the shadow of a man,' Darren said.
`The one showing his erection?' he simpered, this action told Darren that he was talking to a gay person and assumed from that that this man was Peter Walker's male lover, being in the same house.
`Yes. Would you be able to show it to me, for I've seen others and I'm looking into how they have been distributed, and by whom?' Darren asked.
Of course. Peter told me that he'd replied to your paper, come in,' the man said, standing aside and letting Darren in and closed the door behind him. My name's Terry Miles,' he said giving his hand to be shook which Darren did and knew that he had been right in his assumption that he was gay. He then followed Terry along the hall and into the kitchen/dining area as they'd amalgamated the two rooms into one.
Sit down,' Terry said as he went to the dresser and from a cupboard, pulled out a photo album. This was put on the table and though it was upside down to him, Darren could see as Terry flipped through the pages, that a lot of the photos were of Terry and obviously Peter Walker. Here it is,' he said as he pulled the picture out of its retaining corner pieces and passed it over to Darren.
Yes, he said to himself as he took the picture of the shadow, it's the same, and turned it over and saw the number fifteen written on the back.
`How long have you had this, and where did you find it?' he asked as Terry sat down.
Ooooh about two, two and a half years now. He found it in his er, underwear drawer. We nearly came to blows when he found it. He accused me of having another lover on the side,' he simpered. I still think he doesn't believe me that I'd never seen it before.'
This gave Darren more thoughts because it could then have been giving to either of the two men.
`One other thing I must ask, did either of you make a donation, by cheque, that you can't account for around the time you got this picture?'
`Now that you mention it, yes. Peter was most upset that he'd given out a cheque and couldn't remember to who and it was only when he got his bank statement found out that it had been three hundred pounds. I even got accused of forging his signature, the cheek. Why should I do that when I only have to ask him for money and he gives it to me?' he asked, which wasn't really a question that Darren could reply to.
`Can I hang on to this photo?' he asked instead.
`Oh no. That's Peter's. You'll have to ask him yourself for that.' Terry said, taking it back and putting it into the album.
That's okay. I've seen what I needed to see with it,' Darren said getting up from the table. Thanks for showing it to me.'
They shook hands and Darren went off to see a certain Vera Watson, finding the block of flats in Stockwell and was glad that it was on the first floor where she lived.
A young pregnant woman answered the door and proved to be the woman he was seeking. After introductions, he was invited into the flat and refused the offer of coffee when they sat down in the small sitting room. He knew at a glance that this was a one bedroom flat and on looking round, saw no signs of there being any male occupant living there. He also noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring.
Thank you for seeing me Miss Watson,' Darren said, expecting her to say something about his use of the title of Miss, but nothing was said. Would you be so kind as to show me this photograph?' She nodded and as she was expecting him to visit, had it handy on the small table next to her and she passed it over. It was the same as the others and he turned it over and saw that it was number forty. Thank you,' he said, passing it back. When is your baby due?'
`Next month,' she replied and he tried to work out the time frame between Mavis and Vera, their photos being four numbers apart, but gave up though now having a good idea of what was going on.
Well I hope all goes well for you, but I would now like to ask a rather indelicate question if you don't mind. I've interviewed four females,' he lied, and three of them have children, all unmarried and could not name the father. Do you fall into the same category?' He saw the blush come up to her face and her chin trembled as she gave him a nod. Do you recall the man you had this relationship with.' This time it was a shake of the head. My heart goes out for you for neither did the others. There is one other thing and that is, did you make out a cheque as some sort of donation that you do not recall ever signing?'
`Well, yes, there was one such as that, but if it was a donation or
what, I've no idea, but five hundred pounds left my account and the stub in my cheque book was blank,' she said.
`Do you still have the bank statement covering this period?' Darren asked.
`No. Once I have balanced things out, I usually destroy it. I did go to my bank to query this and was told that the cheque had been made out to cash, so there was nothing I could do about it,' she said, tears coming to her eyes.
I'm sorry about that,' Darren said as he patted her hand. I'm now trying to find this man and what you've told me will help a great deal. Also to help me, could you let me have the photo to keep for a while. I will need it to catch this, er, fraudster?' He kept back the word rapist which this man was also guilty of.
To this she agreed and so he took his leave of her and went back to the office.
Unknown to him at that very moment, Patrick Turner was just pasting in his book a picture of Vera, showing her pregnancy that he had taken the day before on his digital camera. Remembering the first time he had seen her through the window of the estate agents where she worked.
It had taken him several days of following her to find out where she lived, if alone or not, and armed with the knowledge that she lived alone, moved in. It wasn't long before he bumped into her in a supermarket, knocking a carton of cereal out of her hand and while apologising profusely, made eye contact and took her under. He told her to stop taking the pill and to keep her cheque book in her handbag. He followed this up a fortnight later and made his move on her.
He'd entered the estate agents and went and sat down at her desk and looked into her eyes and saw her go under straight away. The story was that he was looking for a furnished place and got her to take him to one that they had on their books and it was here that he raped her.
It was when they were in the bedroom that he took her into his arms and kissed her. She didn't resist and it wasn't long before he had her clothes off and lying on the bed. She had loved him kissing her from head to toe, spending quite some time between her legs and bringing her close to an orgasm before telling her that he wanted to take some pictures of her.
So he took the one of her face first and the next one of her lying there on the bed, legs open for him to see her sex revealed. For the third one, he had her up on her knees on the bed and by using his remote, caught a nice shot of him behind her with his cock stuck half way in her, also showing her tits hanging down.
It was only after fucking her did he take the last picture of her with his erection in her mouth as she sucked out the remnants of his seed that had subsequently gotten her pregnant. His picture, number forty, he had put into her handbag among some other papers she had in there while she was writing him out a cheque.
He smiled at the recollection as he put this latest picture into his album and would have to wait another month or so to be able to add the last one, that being of the child that he had sired.
He flipped back through the pages and stopped at the picture of Peter Walker, number fifteen and had two for the price of one. Well not quite. For he had nearly slipped up on this one.
He had, one week before, put Kathleen Potter under to tell her to stop taking her birth control pills, but was feeling randy and had picked up this gay man Walker. That was in the men's wear department when he had gone in for a new suit. He'd liked the look of him and didn't mind when he'd helped adjust Patrick in his trousers and remarked on what a big man he was in this department. Patrick quickly put him under with his eye contact and actually had him go down on his knees there in the changing cubicle and take his now throbbing cock into his mouth and suck and chew on him till he came. This was swallowed and had got up with a big smile on his face, licking his lips and saying how nice he had tasted. But Patrick wanted a picture of this and so said that he would like to fuck him, to which Peter Walker agreed. So they made a date to meet after the store closed in the nearest bar and after they did meet, went off to where Peter lived.
It wasn't long before they were in the bedroom naked and Peter had simpered when he saw Patrick's erection and wanted straight away to suck on it and didn't mind having a picture taken while doing so. Patrick didn't let him go the whole way for he really wanted to fuck him and pulled himself out after the picture was taken. The next photo was of Peter's smiling face and the next was where Patrick was up on his knees behind Peter and had his prick stuck halfway up Peter's arse.
It was while he was in the middle of this fucking of Peter when Terry, his partner had walked into the bedroom. Patrick had come to a full stop, his cock buried deep inside Peter, his own thighs tight up against the cheeks of the bum he was fucking.
Terry's eyes were open wide at seeing the two of them in the middle of anal sex and looked away from Peter and looked at Patrick who was in the middle of fucking his partner when Patrick's eyes locked onto Terry's and was pleased to see them turn into that opaque colour and knew that he'd got him under his spell.
Take a seat,' Patrick had said, and you can suck on me when I've finished.'
`That'll be nice,' Terry had said as he went and sat down on the dressing table's stool as Patrick then carried on and finished off his fucking of Peter. There were gasps and cries of delight from Peter as he felt the surge coming from Patrick and pushed himself back onto the thighs that were pounding away at his rear end.
Both were panting heavily when Patrick had finished and pulled out from Peter, getting cries of dismay at losing what had been giving him pleasure. He got off the bed and went and stood in front of Terry, his cock still up and hard, waving in front of him.
`Do you want to suck on me then?' he'd asked Terry, who gave him a big smile in return and grabbed some tissues from a box on the dressing table and slipped off the stool down onto his knees and pulled the condom off and took the head of Patrick's cock into his mouth and began sucking on him.
He only pulled out of Terry's mouth when his tumescence started to subside and gave his head a stroke before he turned to Peter. Here, he got him off the bed and out into the sitting room to sign a cheque made out to his favourite charity. Caring and Safe Homes. He gave a chuckle as the acronym was put down and thanked him before giving him a kiss and sending him back to his partner Terry while he got dressed and left the two of them on the bed together. Peter now up behind Terry and giving him a good rogering. While they were at it, he numbered the photo he had and put in one of the dresser drawers that held some female lingerie .
At Darren's desk, he found that he'd got replies to the two e-mails agreeing to an interview for the following day. He sat there for quite a few minutes pondering over what he had gleaned that day as he went through his notes.
He now had knowledge of five photos he had seen and a possible two more if those e-mails he'd just received were genuine. If they were, both being females, would make it two males and five female.
One female, Mavis, had a child. One was pregnant, Vera, and the other, the police woman? What would be the numbers of these other two women and did they have a child or in the process of having one?
Then another thing became apparent as he wrote down their names and addresses on a sheet of paper. The whole five all lived in the South London area!
Judy Sharpe was on her knees, retching into the toilet bowl wondering just what was it she had eaten the night before last for this was the third morning that she had been sick.
Oh Christ!' she groaned as she got up from the floor and went and rinsed her mouth at the wash basin. I can't be?' she cried to her reflection in the mirror. `It's been nearly four months since Dennis left. I can't be pregnant, he wore a condom!'
Nevertheless, she stopped off at the local doctors and made an appointment for that afternoon. To which she turned up on time, though had to wait for nearly half an hour before being seen by her doctor.
Well Miss Sharpe,' the doctor began as she was getting dressed after the examination he had given her. You are indeed pregnant.' She wasn't shocked for she had guessed that that was what he was going to say, but it still didn't calm down the nervous tremor that she had running through her body.
What do I tell Dennis, she said to herself as she went back to the station to finish her shift, having taken the time off for this visit. But she wasn't a police officer for lack of intelligence and immediately connected this known fact to one she didn't really know of, and that was that damned photograph of the naked shadow of a man. This led her thoughts towards Darren Smith, the reporter and so when she got back to the police station, put through a call to his newspaper.
`Darren Smith. How can I help you?' he asked when he picked up the phone.
`Mr. Smith. This is WPC Judy Sharpe.'
`Hello again,' he replied.
`Can we meet for I have some news for you,' she said.
`Of course. I'm here at the paper, call in.'
`No. Not there. Can we meet in the pub just up from where you are. You know, the Wheatsheaf?'
`Certainly. When?'
`In an hour?' she asked.
`Fine. I'll meet you there,' and put the phone down and wondered if she'd stumbled across anything he thought as he looked at another two e-mails and one letter that he'd received that afternoon. He was getting quite excited at getting these for they had each got a photo of a naked man in their possession.
He sent off two e-mails himself asking for a time to meet them and then phoned the writer of the letter who agreed to meet him the following day, giving him the address which was local, it being in Brixton. It didn't take long to finish his other tasks and soon left to meet Judy Sharpe in the local pub.
She wasn't there when he entered the pub but she arrived just as he was being served at the bar.
`Hello again. What would you like to drink?' he asked as his pint of beer was placed in front of him.
`I'm in uniform...but, what the hell. I'll have a gin and tonic please,' she said and when this was passed across, he paid for both drinks and they took them over to a vacant table in one corner where they sat down.
`Cheers,' he said as he took a mouthful of beer.
`I'm pregnant,' she blurted out, nearly making him choke on his beer at this sudden revelation.
`What?' he spluttered, managing to not lose the beer as he swallowed it.
I'm pregnant,' she repeated, and I think that's because of that damn shadow, she said, now taking a big gulp of her drink.
I'm sorry to say this, but I think you might be right in this for I've just had another three people with photos contact me,' he said. Now you are the third one to tell me about having a baby and I've got a funny feeling that at least two of these three I've got to see are in the same boat.'
`Three? What about this third one?' she asked.
`The odds so far point it to being a male, and I don't think he will be having or had a baby, do you?' She gave a little chuckle at this then suddenly stopped and looked at him.
`You don't think that this...this shadow man is making the women pregnant, do you?' she asked with a shaky voice.
`I think that I'll find out tomorrow when I see these other three,' he replied.
Can...can I come along?' she asked. It might appear that the police are interested too if I'm in uniform.'
`It might, and then it might not,' he said.
`I think it would if I said that it was this shadow that got me pregnant too,' she said.
Okay,' Darren said after a moments thought. Meet me outside the paper at nine tomorrow morning.' With that, they finished their drinks and left the pub. Judy went home and Darren went back to the paper and found that his e-mails had been answered and agreed to see him the following day.
Patrick Turner had been busy at the library, looking through the voting register of the local districts and finally found Darren Smith along with his address. It was later in afternoon before he was in a position to study the house and waited till Darren Smith came home.
He got a good look at Ray as he turned into the small front garden of where he lived and Patrick thought that he now had Smith pegged. Satisfied that he had, left, resolved to be there first thing in the morning and follow him to get his pattern of work. Ray went indoors and straight upstairs, undressing himself as he did so. He was naked by the time he reached the bathroom, dumping his clothes into the laundry basket, went and had his shower. After which, he just wrapped a sarong round his waist and went down to the kitchen to start preparing dinner for when Darren got home.
Look! It's five people so far that have one of these pictures and I expect to find another three tomorrow.' This was Darren talking to his editor. If they have, will you let me do a follow up?' He was begging now. His editor mused over this for a moment or two before slowly nodding his head.
`Half a column. And make it good,' he said as Darren gave him a grin and left the office. He couldn't help whistling on his way out and home.
Patrick Turner, if he had stayed a few minutes longer outside of the house he had been watching, he would have seen Darren enter.
`Is that you darling?' Ray called out from the kitchen when Darren closed the front door.
`No. It's the Shadow looking to find if there is anyone here that would like to be fucked this evening with my big dick,' he replied before he entered the kitchen.
There certainly is,' said Ray as he pulled Darren into his arms and gave him a big kiss and hug, rubbing the front of his sarong against Darren's trouser front. And I think that I will enjoy it.'
`Mmm, you smell nice and so does the dinner you're cooking, and I think I'll have these delicious plums as a dessert,' Darren said as his hands moulded the cheeks of Ray's bum through the sarong.
`You can have the plums as long as I get the cream,' Ray laughed before turning round to start getting the dinner out of the oven. Darren laid the table and they soon were eating. It was just general talk over the meal, Darren saying about the woman police officer and more e-mails about the shadow and asked about Ray's day. To which he got the usual reply that his day was just rubbish.
They did the washing up together before going upstairs to their bedroom for they seldom watched the television at night for they had better things to do in bed with each other.
Darren let Ray undress him, kissing his chest and nipples as they were revealed and took great pleasure in the taking off the trousers and underpants to take hold of the erection he found and quickly took the head of it into his mouth to suck and tease.
It was really Ray's way of saying hello to that wonder of nature that always gave him a thrill when he had it inside his body, so didn't suck on it long. His sarong was soon off before getting on the bed for Darren to take the head of his cock in his mouth for a few sucks before moving up and kissing Ray in the fashion of it being opened mouthed so that their tongues could touch and play with each other.
This was brief for Ray wanted Darren to fuck him and so broke off the kissing and turned round on his knees for Darren to get behind and start to make love in their fashion. The plums that Darren had spoken about before dinner were now before him and he gently stroked each one before using his thumbs to part them and placed the head of his cock at the rear entrance to Ray's treasure trove.
It took just the slightest of pressures with his body that made the gate open and the head of his cock moved inside which brought forth a grunt from Ray and then a sigh as the rest of Darren's cock moved right in and filled him with joy.
You've now had your plums,' he panted. Now give me the cream,' as Darren began to move his cock back and forth inside the tight passage of Ray's canal. With his hands firmly on the hips of Ray, he humped himself in and out but soon neared his peak and then held him fast and began to really pump away at Ray's arse.
Ray crooned as he felt the semen of Darren start to splash itself inside the walls, almost being lifted off his knees as Darren kept pulling him tight back onto his thighs that slapped against his bum cheeks.
`You lovely fucker you,' he panted as Darren came to a stop and leaned over his rear end, his cock still throbbing away inside and hearing Darren panting heavily at the effort he had put into fucking his lover Ray.
He tensed up the muscles of his backside as he felt Darren start to pull out, striving to keep that wonderful organ inside his body but gave out a little cry when it finally slipped out. He fell forward onto the bed as Darren got up and left the bed to go into the bathroom to wash himself as he hadn't used a condom. They seldom wore one of these rubbers when they had sex together but always used them if there was ever a third or fourth partner with them like whenever they attended an orgy of male sex.
He smiled at Darren when he came out of the bathroom and moved so that Darren could then get onto the bed and in the same position for Ray to move behind and in between the open legs of Darren.
`I do love you when you fuck me and I also love it when I fuck you,' he said as he pushed his throbbing cock up into Darren who gave out a gasp at this sudden entry into him.
And I love you too, he gasped as Ray was into one of his more aggressive modes as he really rammed himself in and out of Darren's backside, making him shiver with delight at this form of attack. If only you could last longer,' he panted between the thrusts into him, using his sphincter muscle to really squeeze the shaft that kept moving and giving him pleasure.
`I wish I could too,' he gasped as he gripped the hips tight and now only moved his pelvis as he began to send his seed up into Darren and to its own destruction. Both were panting as Ray came to a halt and leaned over Darren in the same fashion for a few minutes before pulling out to the same cry of loss of that fucking tool.
With Ray having washed himself, they lay together and kissed and stroked each other to raise themselves up to then be able to take each other's cock head into their mouths to suck and gently chew on to bring about another orgasm that they could both taste before swallowing.