Martin Roberts Investigates

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This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the fifth chapter. I hope you feel it is worth the wait. Please not that none of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual overtones. I hope that you like this as a piece of writing.

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Always indulge in safe sex. Chapter 5

James Bryant was standing out of sight looking through the window of his bed and breakfast accommodation in which he had been staying since the weekend. As he looked out he noticed a young Police Officer nosing around the clump of trees just across the road from the window. James could not be sure, but was reasonable certain that it was the officer he had seen walking with the body to the mortuary van the day before. He had been taking a risk then by being so close to the police activity, but recklessness was the reason that had got James into the situation he was presently involved in.

It had all began some twenty years earlier when, as a young school leaver, James had drifted from job to job after he left school. He was comparatively small in height but quite a wiry individual and he quickly discovered that he had the talent to excel in martial arts. After some local success, James gained a place in his County team and even won through to the national championships two years running before his form suddenly deserted him, possibly as a result of depression following the sudden death of both his parents in very quick succession. Eventually, when James was in his early twenties, he managed to get involved with a number of organisations that had brought him into contact with young people. Initially, he had found that he could get close to teenage boys by offering his services as a volunteer worker in local youth clubs and rekindling his previous interest in the Boy Scout movement. James had quickly become a trusted and influential member of the community and someone that easily gained the trust of the parents as well as the youngsters that came under his supervision. As a consequence James took up full time employment working for the local Youth Service. When working, for the most part he was careful in selecting those he wished to groom for his pleasure and, James hoped, theirs too. Over a period of years he had successfully seduced a number of young lads who had reciprocated his interests and had never told anyone about what went on at some of the 'special' camping weekends that James organised on a regular basis.

However, the apparently foolproof system started to crumble when a complaint was made against him to the authorities and James had been fortunate not to have been exposed and dismissed from his employment. However, living as he did in the days when the word of a minor was not regarded as equivalent to that of an adult, the young man had succeeded in branding his accuser as someone with an unjustified grudge against him and no further action was taken, James should have heeded the warning and, for a while, he did so. Nevertheless, after a few months of being extra careful, James could not resist the temptation again, although on this occasion he was clever enough not to involve himself with people that he knew well and that were not directly connected to any organisation he worked for. He was determined to choose teenagers from some distance away or youngsters passing through and only stopping in his home area on a temporary basis.

In the summer following his near miss, James had the chance of taking a solo camping holiday in another part of the UK, which meant that he could seek out a new and possibly safer source of teenage flesh. The holiday destination was chosen with great care and its precise location kept secret from all those that knew him. Thus it was that one summer Saturday morning the young man began a journey that would change his life for ever.

The location James had chosen for his camp was in a small wood but not far from a reasonably sized village. On the first morning he had a good look round to see what the possibilities might be for finding young people to have fun with and James was somewhat stunned to find in an adjacent field that what appeared to be a small scout camp was being set up. From the number of tents being erected it looked as though there would be about twenty teenagers along with a couple of scout leaders and some other helpers. As James walked past the end of the field, he was immediately spotted by one of the adults, who called over to him and asked if it was his tent that could be seen in the next field. The Scout group leader seemed pleased when he received an affirmative reply. Within a few moments the man, who said his name was Peter, suggested that it might be nice if James moved onto the site and shared it with the scout camp. The scout leader added that although he already had plenty of help, another adult presence would never go amiss and, in any case, James would be free to follow his own plans as much as he wanted and only join in with the scouting activities if he felt the urge to do so. After a short hesitation to give the impression that he was weighing up the invitation, James accepted the offer and, before he knew it, Peter was saying that as soon as the rest of the troop arrived he would send a small posse of scouts to help move the lone camper's stuff into their field.

A little later in the afternoon, this promise was fulfilled and, among the eager helpers one scout, tall, blond and blue-eyed, caught James' attention. The older man immediately struck up a conversation with the youngster who told him his name was Mickey. When all his belongings had been successfully transferred, James told Peter that he needed to go into town to get some supplies and other things but would see everyone later. To his further delight, he received an invitation to join the group for supper and the evening entertainment that followed it.

The small village proved to be rather disappointing, although James noted a small old brick public toilet, which stood in a secluded and isolated position just off the main road. On investigation, James ascertained that this might be the kind of toilet where more than the intended activity took place. The walls were covered in lurid drawings and written accounts, mostly fictional, the young man thought, of sexual encounters that had allegedly taken place there. After reading all the messages, most of which were at least two years old, James walked on and purchased a number of items from the village store and then strode back towards the campsite. On his arrival there, Mickey, who happened to be standing around alone at the time, told James in response to the adult's questioning look, that some of the others had gone off to get some wood for the camp fire and he was supposed to be helping with the kitchen duties, which he disliked intensely. James made a sympathetic noise and the youngster smiled warmly at him and then asked whether the adult could guess what they would have to eat that night. James gave out a few improbable suggestions, which made Mickey laugh until finally the handsome teenager blurted out that it was bangers and mash. James rubbed his tummy and told the young scout that it was his favourite meal and was pleased to learn that it was also Mickey's.

When the food was finally served, Mickey made sure that James received an invitation to join the scouts sitting at his table and the older man was immediately made welcome by the table of young teenagers. So it was that James found himself lining up with the others to receive a generous portion of bangers and mash and, having been served, he was pleased to see that Mickey had reserved a place next to him at his table where he could sit and eat his food. There was not much room at the trestle table and James struggled to get his legs under it and to sit comfortably on the long wooden bench. This caused some hilarity among the young scouts, but eventually James managed it and found that he was sitting very close to Mickey. From time to time, the older man's legs rubbed against the smooth bare legs of the teenager, who, because of the cramped space, could not easily move out of the way and made little attempt to do so. When the meal was over, James volunteered to help with the washing up, arguing that it was the least he could do given the kindness of the scout troop in letting him join in their meal. The other adults and a few of the older scouts also helped out with this activity, but, to James' disappointment, Mickey did not.

A lively game of football was taking place when the washing up crew emerged from the dining tent and prominent among the players was Mickey, who seemed to be a star player. While the adults of the group watched from the sidelines, the older teens joyfully joined in what soon degenerated into a free for all game of soccer. As the light began to fade the decision was made to start the campfire and the slow preparation for bringing down the level of excitement so that the scouts could finally go to bed was begun. One of the scout leaders produced a guitar and started to strum it rhythmically and soon a small group had gathered around him and joined in with his singing. James parked himself some distance from the main group but near enough to hear the music and was delighted when, a few minutes later, Mickey came and sat down and nestled up against the older man's knees. As the evening progressed, James had to alter his position and eventually found that the most comfortable way was for him to sit up and for Mickey to sit between his outstretched legs.

As the light from the sun disappeared from view and the chill of the night began to bite, Mickey nestled in closer to James and leaned his back against the older man's chest. This had an immediate effect and, try as he might, James could not stop his cock from growing hard as he felt the warmth of the young teenager's body resting against him. Mickey could hardly have failed to notice what was happening and the older man worried momentarily when the teenager suddenly shifted position, but then, to James' relief, sat back again, this time even closer than before. Mickey rubbed his back against what he must have known was the older man's hard dick and the youngster felt a thrill run through him at the thought that just by sitting close he could have such an effect on an older person. The teenager crossed his legs and pulled his shirt down further in an attempt to hide his own erection, not so much from James as from the other scouts that were sitting around close to him.

To James' disappointment the singing and music came to an end and Peter, the scoutmaster, announced that it was time for bed as the group had an early start the following day when they would be spending the day at the coast. Mickey got up slowly and turned to look down at James. The broad smile on the teenager's face gave the older man the distinct impression that Mickey was going to be a willing participant in any sexual activity he could find a way to initiate. James made no attempt to hide the large bulge in his jeans and the boy made little attempt to avoid looking at it as he asked the older man if he was going to come to the coast as well the next day. James wanted to play it cool and not rouse the suspicion of the other members of the scout group so he replied that unfortunately he had other plans. The look of disappointment on Mickey's face more than confirmed James' rightful expectation that the teenager was as up for an encounter as he was. In an attempt to soften the blow, the older man said that he would be back in time for the music round the campfire the following night and hoped that the teenager would join him again then. Accepting the offer with enthusiasm, Mickey gave another broad smile and then disappeared off to join his tent mates in preparing for bed.

After it was clear that everything was under control and that the senior scout leaders could cope, Peter walked over and said that he fancied a quick drink before closing time and James, who had been to the village once already, suggested that they could just about make it if they hurried. Leading the way along a path through the woods, with Peter holding his powerful torch aloft to guide them, James got them to the pub in good time. While they were downing a welcome pint of bitter, Peter ascertained that James has some connection with the scouts in the area where he lived, but quite accepted that it would be an imposition on the young man to ask him to help out with his camp, especially as James was supposed to be on holiday. For his part, James acknowledged the considerate point but responded by saying that, when he was around, he would be happy to muck in if Peter wanted him to do so, but that he did have some plans of his own, such as those for the following day when he intended to make a long hike around the countryside to a particular beauty spot he had heard about. Peter grinned and said, with some feeling, that if he had the choice he would prefer James' option rather than having the experience of taking a load of excitable teenagers to the seaside. Once they had finished their drinks, the two men returned to the camp along the same path down which they had come, parting company at the entrance to James' tent.

Once inside the tent and snuggled into his sleeping bag, James reached down and began to nurse his cock, which was in desperate need of relief. As he pealed back the foreskin and began to rub the sensitive glans, the horny young man imagined that, in a tent not all that far away, Mickey would be doing or have recently done something similar. The memory of the teenager's beautiful young body, the memory of the feel of those smooth legs and the feeling James himself had felt when Mickey had rubbed his back against the older man's obvious hard-on combined to provide the background to the masturbation that was taking place. Lying flat on his back James wanked his dick with increasing vigour pulling the loose skin forcefully on and off the cock head and smearing his hand with the free flowing pre cum. As his idea of what would occur during the first moments that he would spend alone and naked with Mickey became the overwhelming picture in his head, James continued to imagine the first touch of his mouth on the teenager's cock and his lips sliding the teenager's loose foreskin back to give him access to Mickey's piss slit as he licked the pre cum onto his tongue. Finally, James tried to envision the feel of the young scout's cock as it throbbed and finally filled his mouth with teen cream. As the fantasy reached its climax, James' own orgasm passed the point of no return and that most intense of feelings overwhelmed him. Giving a moan of pleasure, but not too loudly in case it drew too much attention from others in the camp, James stopped wanking his shaft as it twitched and spurt after spurt of cum jetted out of his throbbing dick and covered his flat, hairless, chest with creamy spunk.

For his part Mickey had returned to the tent he shared with a number of other scouts and made his preparations for bed. The teenager had quickly realised that when camping there are very few places where one can be private. The toilets were not even private and life in the tent was very cramped, so Mickey would have to wait until he was secure in his sleeping bag before he could give his aching dick some much-needed relief. This was not the first time that the youngster had found himself the object of attraction from a man and he was enjoying the feeling even more this second time around. As he lay in bed, Mickey eased his hand inside the waistband of his underwear and wrapped it around his shaft and gently squeezed the knob end through its protective shield of skin. The teenager had noted that, among the boys of his own age in the camp, he had one of the bigger pricks and he was looking forward to letting James play with it as soon as they could find a time. In the meantime, Mickey used his trusted right hand to bring him the relief he craved and, within minutes, as he fantasised about being sucked off by the older man, he shot a relieving load of teen cream onto his stomach and rubbed the slick cum into his skin. Temporarily satisfied, Mickey pulled his underwear back up, rolled over and went to sleep.

As James had anticipated the night before, it was the next evening before he had the chance to see Mickey again because, even though he rose quite early, the young man was only just in time to see the scout troop disappearing towards the road where the coach to the coast was waiting for them. During the rest of the day, James had spent a long period walking around the countryside and admiring the rolling English terrain, although, from time to time his thoughts returned to Mickey and he had to try hard to stop himself finding a secluded spot and wanking off again. From his conversation with the scout leader the previous night, James realised that the time was even shorter than he thought for him to have fun with Mickey, as the plan was for the scouts to break camp a day early because the weather forecast for the end of the week was poor. This gave the horny young man little time to prepare the groundwork as thoroughly as he would have liked and so James was forced to consider how best to speed up the process so that by the last night Mickey would be a more than willing partner in the sexual adventures the older man had planned.

From his own experience of such activities, James knew that the trip to the coast would be late back and that the chances were that the group would have eaten on the way, so he would have to make his own arrangements for food that evening. However, James decided that when he returned to camp and had eaten, he would gather some wood for the campfire and have it lit and blazing away as a warm and welcoming sight for the returning scout group. This part of the exercise was readily accomplished as a wooded area surrounded the site and so James knew that there would be sticks and branches lying in abundance not far away. Although comparatively tiring having to drag and carry the tinder to the campsite, James considered the work a valuable part of his overall scheme for seducing Mickey. The young man hoped that, although the scouts would be tired, they would also be still hyped up and not ready for bed and that another evening of music at the campfire would ensue. If all worked out well, James would once again be able to sit with his potential sex partner and hopefully move things on a bit further.

As James had predicted the scout group returned late but still not ready for bed. On seeing what had been done in the form of welcoming the group back, Peter, the scout leader, expressed his delighted thanks to James for building such a welcoming campfire for their return. As on the previous night, one of the senior scout leaders produced a guitar and began to play and gradually the group settled down to listen and join in, forming a circle around the blazing fire. James caught sight of Mickey and his questioning stare brought a small nod of acknowledgement from the teenager, who circled around the outside of the group and finally located a place that was close to, but hidden from, most of the rest of the group.

As soon as Mickey was seated, James had materialised by his side and the youngster moved into the position that they had adopted the previous night pushing his back firmly against the front of the older man. The effect was the same as before and James could feel his cock hardening as the teenager's back pressed against him. Tonight, however, the older man had come prepared and said that the air was a bit chilly and so he had brought a blanket to cover their legs so that neither of them would get cold. On hearing this Mickey gave a cheeky grin and helped James arrange the blanket so that it covered the lower half of both their bodies. Pretending to keep the blanket from slipping off them, James slid his hands underneath the edge so that they were close to the teenage scout's body. In response, Mickey adjusted himself again, turning slightly so that one of the older man's hands was directly next to, and within easy reach of, his shorts. The effect of the change of position also meant that the teenager's arm was now pressing against James' bulge and there could be no doubt that Mickey's actions had been deliberate, a fact that encouraged the older man no end.

After a short pause, James allowed his hand to brush gently over Mickey's smooth, bare leg and, encouraged by the teenager's lack of resistance to his advances, started to explore the youngster's body a bit further. For his part, Mickey pushed forward slightly so that the older man could feel the hard cock that nestled beneath his clothing. The teenager gave out a slight sigh as James made first contact with his erection. As the older man's fingers wrapped themselves around Mickey's firm bulged, and fondled it gently, James became aware that his teenage partner was rubbing his arm up and down the erect penis it was pressing against. Just as he was about to make further progress, James and, he suspected, Mickey, was disappointed to hear Peter's voice announce that it was time for the scout group to get ready for bed, as it was already very late. With great reluctance, Mickey and James stopped their mutually enjoyable activity, but the warm smile of encouragement that the teenager gave to his older friend brought hope that the following day would allow them to achieve the result that they both so evidently wanted to happen.

Lying in bed wanking his cock, James again fantasised that not more than a few feet away Mickey was similarly occupied and the older man hoped that they were both sharing the same dream of being naked together, exploring each other's body and finally bringing each other to the height of excitement and physical release. As he masturbated, James recalled the wonderful feel of the teenager's cock as he caressed it through the thin material of Mickey's shorts and the equally thrilling feeling as the youngster had reciprocated. As his climax approached, James, who was kneeling on the groundsheet in his tent, moaned and simulated face fucking Mickey as he thrust his body forward between his grasping hand until he could feel the familiar tingle in his balls that signalled that he was about to unload his cream. Seconds later, the engorged cock expanded as the spunk made its way up his shaft and then spewed out shooting away from James' body and splattering onto the earth just off the edge of the groundsheet.

Mickey had also found the evening frustrating and, just like the previous evening, he had been forced to delay his relieving wank until he was in his sleeping bag. Unlike the previous night, however, not all of his fellow campers were asleep and several wanted to chat. The boy lying next to him was lying in such a way that he had a clear view of Mickey's sleeping bag. The conversation went back and forth and Mickey could not wait much longer and so he slipped his hand inside his underwear and started to surreptitiously wank his cock. Lying next to Mickey, Paul immediately noticed the movement and began to mirror his neighbour's action. The two teenagers were screened from the rest of the group but could clearly see each other. Paul began to wank more vigorously and grinned widely when he noticed that Mickey had seen what he was doing. For some minutes the two boys masturbated quietly until it was clear that they could not delay the inevitable. Paul lifted the edge of his bag and revealed his rock hard cock just in time for Mickey to see him shoot his load. The sight sent the other teenager over the edge and he responded by letting Paul watch as he shot his load. Both teenagers grinned at each other, acknowledging their little secret and then lay back and went to sleep. In the morning both teenagers acted as if nothing had happened and neither said anything about the tender moment they had shared.

The high hopes of the previous night were not immediately fulfilled and the following day proved to be frustrating for James because, every time he saw the object of his desire, Mickey was surrounded either by fellow scouts or by scout leaders. The older man was also faced with the dilemma that he did not want to appear to be too keen to get involved with the scout troop as it might cause suspicion about his motives. After these early frustrations, therefore, James decided to spend the day exploring more of the area and, using his detailed hiker's map, traced out a route that would keep him away from the camp for most of the day. Unlike the first few days of his holiday, the weather had turned less good and the sun was partly obscured by thin grey clouds with much darker ones not far away and moving inexorably towards the camp site. The young man could smell the rain in the air even though, he calculated, it would be some time before it finally arrived. A wet evening would spell further disaster for James' carefully laid plans, as any entertainment the scouts had planned would have to be under cover and the risks of trying to get close to Mickey would be too high. It was one thing to arrange to meet the teenager in the dark and in a location close to, but away from the crowd, however, in a medium-sized marquee, it would not be practical.

Peter came over in the late afternoon and again invited James to join the group for supper and the entertainment afterwards, although the scoutmaster had to admit that this was likely to have to be inside the main marquee as the rain was threatening. James was in two minds over whether to accept the invitation and risk the frustration of being so near and yet so far from Mickey or to decline and go to the pub instead. In the end, James decided that not seeing the teenager at all was the worse option and so he decided to accept the scoutmaster's offer and walked back to the main camp with Peter.

At the start of the meal, Mickey was one of the earliest people to be served and went off to sit at a small table in the far corner and was soon laughing and joking with his mates. However, the teenager also kept casting occasional furtive glances in the direction of the long table where James was sitting with the senior members of the scout troop. As was his custom, the guest offered to take charge of the washing up as a thank you for the meal and, once the supper was over, James went over to another table on which a large plastic bowl filled with warm soapy water had been placed. Mickey brought some plates over and placed them carefully into the washing bowl and then smiled warmly at the older man, making James weak at the knees. As the teenager walked behind him on his way back outside to join his friends, the older man felt Mickey slip something into his trouser pocket.

Once the washing up had been completed, James made an excuse to slip away for a few minutes and made straight for his own tent. Feeling inside his trousers, he withdrew the piece of paper that Mickey had slipped into his pocket and his eyes widened with surprise and delight when he read what it said. Mickey's small but neat handwriting had inscribed a few short words on the paper: 'your tent, midnight, tonight', after which, rather touchingly was the word, 'please'. James could hardly believe his luck, but decided that he had better destroy the message before he returned to the main camp. Tearing the paper into tiny pieces, the older man went off to find the litter bin and scattered the torn paper into the bottom of the container and then walked slowly back to the main marquee. As James walked in, he caught the eye of Mickey who was still sitting at the table he had occupied earlier. The older man gave the slightest of nods to the teenager, who responded with a smile of acknowledgement, before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with his friends.

As on previous nights, there was some music and other entertainment but James knew that it would not be possible or wise to try to make direct contact with Mickey. For that he would have to wait until later. Instead, the young man accepted Peter's suggestion that he and some of the other older scouts go to the pub for a drink. One of the senior scouts agreed to remain behind and look after the others while Peter, James and some of the remaining helpers went for a drink to celebrate their last night. The walk through the woods was pleasant enough and the beer was worth the journey. After each had drunk a couple of pints, including a thank you round bought by James, it was agreed that they should return. Peter said that he was concerned that some of the scouts had already twigged that they would probably return home the next day as the rain was likely to persist and those that had worked it out would be in no hurry to go to bed. This news came as a blow to James' hopes as it was clear that Mickey could not make the rendezvous if a lot of his fellow teenagers were still up and awake and roaming around the campsite.

When the group that had been to the pub returned to the campsite, however, all seemed to be relatively quiet despite the fact that it was not much after eleven o'clock. To James' great relief, most of the teenage scouts had retired to their tents and were either already in their sleeping bags or preparing to get into them. When they reached the main camp area, Peter told James that, as the weather forecast was very bad for the following day, he expected that the main scout group would leave some time after breakfast the following morning, but hoped that he would join them for that final meal. James graciously accepted the offer and then, having wished the young man a pleasant night, the scout leader went over to the main marquee to relieve the senior member of the group that had remained behind.

James quickly retired into his tent to prepare for Mickey's arrival in less than an hour. The young man was certain that there was little danger of the anticipated sexual activities being seen from outside as the tent had a separate bedroom area as well as a double cover that masked any light from the inside. Nevertheless, James decided that he would make extra checks to ensure that the tent was secure and that no chance of accidental discovery could occur. Once he was satisfied that all was well, the older man went back inside the tent to organise the bedroom area for his midnight visitor. Once all was ready, James slipped off his clothes so that only his underwear remained and clambered into his large sleeping bag, adjusted the small lamp that gave both light and warmth to the tent occupant and then waited as the minutes ticked slowly round towards midnight.

When Mickey did not appear immediately at midnight, James began to wonder whether the teenager had lost his nerve and decided not to take the risk. However, a few minutes later the older man heard a slight noise outside and then watched as the flap opened and the handsome teenager entered the tent. The youngster was dressed in a tight pair of shorts and a t-shirt and Mickey looked absolutely beautiful from James' perspective, especially when the teenager smiled slightly shyly at the older man and walked slowly, but very deliberately, towards the sleeping bag. As the teenager got closer, James drew back the sleeping bag and showed off the large bulge in his own underwear and beckoned the youngster to slide in beside him.

As he looked at the older man's erection tenting the underwear, which James slowly slid down and off, Mickey's beautiful eyes grew very wide. A second later, the older man's rock hard prick was on full display and the teenager gave an involuntary gasp of surprise and delight at the sight of the large uncut dick that stood proudly at attention. Mickey slid down onto the ground beside the sleeping bag and reached over to wrap his small hand around the older man's cock and James sighed with pleasure as he felt the teenager's first touch. James lay back for a few moments enjoying the sensation of the examination he was receiving from the horny youth but then he reached over and began to run his hand over the small, but equally beautiful, teenage erection that he could feel under Mickey's shorts. The older man reached inside and had his first real contact with the rock hard, uncut penis that lay waiting for him to suck. It felt so smooth and silky as he ran his fingers down its length and it made James' own cock give an involuntary twitch of delight. After a few moments, the older man reached up to pull Mickey's t-shirt up and over his head, running his fingers over the smooth skin and teasing the nipples of the teenager as he did so. As the older man was in the process of pulling the youngster's tight underwear down his legs, however, something happened that brought events to a sudden a dramatic halt.

One moment James was reaching to unlash Mickey's rampant dick from the teenager's tight y-fronts and the next he was blinded by lights being shone directly at him from above. As he struggled to adjust to the sudden intrusion, the older man felt the teenager slip away from his grasp and heard, but did not immediately recognise, the voice of one of the people that had interrupted their tryst. Still unable to focus, James could hear the unmistakable clicking of a camera taking pictures of himself and Mickey in their compromising position. After a while the clicking stopped and there was a silence, which was only broken by the sound of a man's voice speaking quietly but firmly. This time, James recognised Peter's voice immediately, although a much harder and more menacing tone had replaced the man's usual affable and friendly one. The scoutmaster was heard to order the teenage scout to get dressed and get back to his own tent and wait there to be dealt with later.

Turning his attention back to James, Peter threw some clothes over to him and ordered the older of the two sexual partners to make himself decent and get dressed as quickly as possible. As soon as his naked body had been covered with some clothing James was roughly dragged to his feet by another couple of men that had also appeared in the tent and forced out into the cold, wet, dark night. If he had been tempted to put up a fight or scream, he decided not to do so because James knew that he would only make matters worse not only for himself but also, possibly, for Mickey. Whoever had caught him had pictures and evidence of his activity and he would be publicly exposed and humiliated. As it was, the older man knew that he stood little chance of rescuing anything from the situation other than possibly to protect Mickey from any further punishment.

Having mentally surrendered to his fate, James allowed himself to be taken down the path to the road where he was placed in a vehicle and driven away from the scene at high speed. As he got into the car a large blindfold was placed over his head and James was forced onto the floor so that, in the unlikely event that there were other people out on the deserted roads at that time of night, he would not be seen. The car sped through the small villages and travelled quite some way from the campsite before finally coming to a halt. James assumed that he was being taken to the nearest Police Station where he would inevitably be charged with indecent assault and any other crimes they could lay against him. However, it came as the second surprise of the evening when he was allowed out of the car and James realised that he had been taken to a large house rather than a Police Station. The disorientated man only had a few seconds to get his bearings before he was dragged out of the car and manhandled into the building and locked in a small very bare room with no furniture and only a small window high above him near the ceiling. Exhausted and broken, James slumped onto the floor and curled himself into a ball as he tried to keep warm. Confused thoughts filled James' head as he lay there and tried to figure out how he had been caught and whether Mickey had been in on the 'honey trap' from the beginning, which was something that he could not bring himself to believe. Above all, however, the young man was concerned to know where he was and why he had been brought to the remote building.

The answers to some of these questions were not long in coming. After what seemed like only a few minutes, the door flew open and James was once again dragged out and along a corridor and delivered to a well lit room with a large desk at one end and behind which his captor, Peter, sat. Still in his scout uniform, the man smiled menacingly at James before offering him a seat. It soon became clear that James had been the victim of a 'sting', although he still refused to believe that Mickey had been part of it. Peter patiently explained that he and his 'associates' had known about James and his interest in young teenagers for some time and that now that they had the proof they needed they would not hesitate to go to the Police with their evidence, unless the young man was prepared to cooperate and perform some tasks on behalf of the organisation to which Peter belonged.

In measured tones, Peter explained that he and his friends were part of a group that worked to 'eliminate' certain individuals from society that the ordinary law could not or would not touch. From time to time, it was necessary to use the services of someone with knowledge of martial arts and who could be willing to help remove the offender not only in a permanent way but also in a manner that was relatively undetectable and could not be linked to the organisation that employed them. In between these jobs, which could be months or even years apart, the person employed to carry out the work would be free to go about their lives as normal, although with restrictions on their behaviour, as might be expected. When required, they would be contacted, given their instructions and, in so far as possible, would be protected from arrest and prosecution. If they were caught, they would be on their own. Sadly, Peter explained, their last employee had fallen foul of the law and, through his own carelessness, had been brought to account and so now a replacement had to be found. The organisation, which already had its eyes on James, had decided that he, with his expertise in martial arts, was an ideal replacement and Peter said he was empowered to offer him a deal, whereby if James agreed and accepted the offer of employment, nothing would be made public about his 'indiscretions'. Peter ended the interview by saying that he needed to give James time to think about the offer, but that he would require an answer before morning. The implied threat from Peter was clear: if James refused the offer then the photographs would be sent to the Police and he would be forced to face the consequences of his action at the scout camp.

James knew exactly what was being asked of him. He was to be employed as a hired assassin, but exactly what it was that the people who were to be his targets had done had not been explained and this concerned him. On the other hand, James had no family and no ties and the only pleasure he had in life was his work with the young people, which might still be possible for him to continue with, provided that he was not exposed as a sex offender. The young man recognised that he would have to be even more careful than before but that, as Peter and his organisation already knew about him and his interests, they might be willing to arrange some suitable encounters in secure locations far from the fear of detection and exposure. James was still debating which way he should decide when the door opened and he realised that time was up.

Peter seemed genuinely pleased when he received James' affirmative response and he was back in his affable mood once he had secured the agreement he was looking for. Peter also said that he though his colleagues would be only too happy to agree that James should return to his old job and continue to work with young people. In response to the unasked question about satisfying James' sexual needs, again the scoutmaster indicated that the organisation would be willing to make appropriate arrangements, probably abroad, to accommodate them. As far as arrangements for 'jobs', Peter indicated that the organisation would get in touch with their latest 'employee' as and when they needed him and that, initially at least, he would remain as James' main contact.

After the short interview, the two men shook hands and Peter said that he needed to return to the scout camp and supervise the tidying up and departure arrangements and suggested that James might like to steer clear of the location until later in the day. Before he brought the interview to an end, the scout leader informed James that that there was one further matter that he expected the young man to be concerned about and that he could be assured that no further action would be taken against Mickey,

"I want you to know that Mickey was not involved in out scheme at all. We knew you would go after one of the boys but did not know which one. Once we realised who was the object of your intentions then we knew how to proceed. Mickey is a very troubled teenager and we may not be able to do much to help him, but we will ensure that he gets advice and help in dealing with his obvious 'problem'. However I must tell you that you will never be able to see him again. I want you to give me your word on that."

James was reassured by what he had heard and agreed readily to Peter's main proposal. Thus it was that, some time after mid-morning, James was given a lift to a village several miles from where he was encamped and then took some time to tramp across country through the steady rain back to his tent. To his surprise the tent was undamaged after the invasion of the night before and James realised that he would be able to sleep there that night. Having sorted his sleeping arrangements, James took himself off to the local pub, had something to eat and a few beers and then retired quite early, exhausted by the experiences of the night before. The following morning, there was still rain in the air, so James packed up his camping gear and went home, thankful that his secret life was still undisclosed.

Nothing happened for some considerable time and James was beginning to wonder if he had dreamt the whole episode with Mickey and his capture by Peter and his organisation. On the other hand, every year he did receive a number of invitations to parties, weekends away and holidays all of which were tailored to meet his specific sexual needs. All this time, however, James was never asked to undertake any work in return and he was on the point of believing that he was free, when the first 'job' was given to him. James arrived home from work one evening to find a hand written, unstamped card on the mat bearing a brief message. Above the signature of 'the scoutmaster', there was a telephone number and a note to say that James should call as soon as possible but not to use his home phone.

Two days later, James and Peter met for the first time in three years. The meeting took place in a quiet pub in a back street some distance from the town centre. After a brief exchange of small talk during which neither of the two men mentioned Mickey, Peter explained that the organisation had identified a target that they wanted James to deal with. The scoutmaster handed over a small file containing all the details and said that it was anticipated that the young man would carry out the operation within a week. The organisation would make all the arrangements and James would be told when and where to report back once the operation had been successfully completed. Before he left, Peter reminded the younger man that failure to comply with the instructions he had been given would lead to James' exposure and disgrace.

Two days later, a large envelope came through the post containing further details of the 'hit' that James was expected to carry out. The target was an elderly man and the arrangements for his 'accident' were laid out carefully with clear instructions that James was to memorise the details of before destroying the file. By Friday of that week the young man was ready and prepared. James told friends that he had been invited to visit a distant family member that weekend but would be back by Monday. Early on the Friday evening the new assassin took the train to the south coast of England and booked in at a small bed and breakfast hotel in the seaside town. As instructed, the young man did not use his real name on the registration form and kept a low profile, leaving the hotel early on the Saturday morning and returning late that night. James followed the same pattern the following day but this time made sure that he located his victim early and followed the elderly man as he walked slowly along the coastal path. After a short while James caught up with the man he was following and, pretending to be lost, asked him how to reach a particular local beauty spot. As the old man turned to point in the direction of the requested location, James levered him sideways so that the old man fell straight over the edge and down the side of the steep cliff. The young man watched as the body fell like a stone onto the exposed rocks at the edge of the sea, landing with a definite crunch as bones fractured. It was clear that the victim would succumb to the fall and once it was certain that the unknown man was dead, James raced back towards the town to raise the alarm by making an anonymous phone call to the local coastguards and reporting seeing what appeared to be a body in the sea.

By the time the police and other emergency services arrived at the scene and had found the body, James was safely across the other side of the town exploring the woods and fields of the area for what he had told the bed and breakfast hotel owner might be a prime location for a scout camp later in the summer. When he came to retrieve the bag he had left at the hotel after he had checked out that morning, James feigned shock and sadness at the news that someone had been killed falling off a cliff earlier in the day. The hotel owner said that the rumour was that the victim, who was old, had suffered a heart attack and fallen over the cliff into the sea. James managed to suppress a smile and, after he had made the customary noises of sympathy for the dead man and his family and expressing the hope that nothing like that would happen if he brought his scout troop down to the town for their summer camp, said his 'goodbyes' and left for the station to catch the train back home. As he travelled back a thought suddenly struck James. He had felt no emotion at the time that he was killing the old man and since then he had only had a feeling of satisfaction at a job well and efficiently done. Despite his misgivings about what he would be asked to do, it was clear that James was a natural born assassin, a point he made explicit when he reported back to Peter on the success of the mission. In response, Peter had made no comment other than to say that he was glad that the job had been completed satisfactorily and that James would be contacted again as and when he was needed.

Once again nothing happened for some time but over the next few years James was called upon to provide his service in eliminating a number of victims, all of which had been disposed of in a satisfactory and seemingly natural way. With each successful mission, James grew in confidence and his rewards grew along with his success: more parties, extra weekends, longer holidays all came his way and he was sexually fulfilled in return for his covert work. The young man felt no qualms about his work, only a high degree of satisfaction at jobs well done.

Throughout these years Peter remained James' contact even though the scoutmaster was now well into his seventies. Peter was never slow in telling the younger man that he was by far and away the best operative he had ever had and that James' efficiency and effectiveness was highly regarded by other senior members of the organisation. As far as James was concerned there was only one small cause for annoyance, which was that, despite his excellent record, he was still not allowed to make his own arrangements for the work he undertook. The current job had been a case in point. The organisation had decided that James should spend the whole week in London, even though the hit would take place over the weekend. Although he had argued that he had successfully carried out operations over a weekend before, James was firmly told that the little place he would be staying at was not a 'safe' hotel and he would attract attention if he came to that area just for a weekend, especially if a man was killed only a short distance from where he was staying.

So it was that James had arrived on the Friday night and located his victim, who appeared to be a tramp and someone who seemed to live rough in the bushy area of the local park. James had seen his victim on his first night but had been unable to strike because it was rather a busy area with prostitutes, gay and straight men and women as well as drug dealers operating in the area. On the Saturday morning things were a lot quieter except for some kids playing football and generally having fun. James had been provided with a uniform to use in preparation for the 'hit' that made him look like a park keeper, so he dressed in that to explore the area. He was delighted to note that hidden from view there was an old brick toilet and this gave him the idea for the assassination. According to the file he had received, the proposed victim was a gay man who was interested in younger men. If James could somehow contrive to meet him, he would be able to lure him to the toilets and kill him easily and quickly. With a bit of luck it would be days before the body was found and no trace of the assassin would be left. In addition, James believed that there was no great likelihood that the local police would be very concerned at the death of some aging tramp that was also known to be 'queer'.

As luck would have it, James spotted the target at quite an early stage on the Saturday evening but the area was again too busy that night to make anything other than fleeting eye contact. The potential victim acknowledged James' look with a half smile and the younger man knew that the first part of his plan had worked and that he should be able to land his quarry sometime later. In order to achieve his goal, James made sure that he was visible in the park on Sunday afternoon and he was gratified to see that the old tramp was paying close attention to him. As dusk fell, James made his move. He walked slowly towards the line of trees that screened the old toilet block and looked back at the tramp as he made his way. Initially the old man made no attempt to follow, but as time went on and James hovered at the entrance to the toilets, his victim started to follow him.

Once inside the stinking toilet, James made his preparations. He stood at the urinal and waited. It was several minutes before the old man entered and then the unsuspecting tramp advanced slowly to stand beside the assassin. James flashed his erection at the newcomer and reached over to fondle the older man's cock through his jeans. As he became so involved with the excitement of the moment the tramp was completely unaware of what was in store for him and he appeared to be years younger than his physical appearance suggested. Showing a familiarity with what was required of him, the old man indicated that they should move to the cubicle where he would service the younger man. James followed the direction and moved quickly inside the small area, closely followed by the older man, who, without much ceremony, dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor releasing his large uncut cock to full view. With James standing in front of him, the tramp leaned forward to take the younger man's rock hard dick between his lips but, before he could do so, one skilfully delivered lethal blow effectively ended his existence. The tramp slumped lifeless to the floor of the toilet, banging his head on the rim of the bowl as he did so. After checking that the man was dead, James stepped over him and, having made sure that the coast was clear, walked out of the toilet and back to his lodgings without a backward glance. With the job completed, James was tempted to leave the hotel immediately, but the organisation he worked for had ordered him to stay and he knew the consequences of breaking their rules. As things turned out this was an error of judgement.

It might have been reasonable to expect that the tramp's body would have remained undetected for quite a while had it not been for the half term holiday and the youngsters playing football. To his annoyance and concern, the body had been discovered much earlier than James had anticipated and this made it all the more imperative for him to stay so as not to draw attention to himself. Unusually for him, the assassin became curious and decided to observe the Police operation from close at hand. Putting on his official looking uniform, James left the hotel and scuttled across the road and took up a position behind some shrubs, from where he could see what was going on without being spotted. From his hiding place, the assassin watched as the victim's body was removed to the waiting van and taken away for autopsy and James also noted the rather handsome young Constable that had accompanied the body. However, the assassin had also noticed that the PC had turned and looked momentarily straight at the clump of bushes behind which he was hiding, but, much to James' relief, the Policeman had turned back again straight away and hurried away to catch up with his colleagues. As soon as he could do so, the assassin made his retreat and remained at his hotel for the rest of the day.

After his near detection, which would have required some explaining, James continued to keep watch on the scene from his bedroom window. However it was not until the following morning that he had cause for any real anxiety. James was disturbed to see that the handsome Constable he had seen the day before was back in the park and making a beeline for the bushes where he had hidden. Confident that he had left no clues behind, the assassin nevertheless continued to observe. James noticed that the young PC had picked up a small item from the ground and wrapped it carefully in a handkerchief and put it in his pocket before he walked on towards the local police station. As he watched a shudder of foreboding ran through James' body as he wondered whether his luck had finally run out.

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