Gerry pulled his face away from Dan’s crotch. “Stop talking!”
Dan grabbed Gerry head and held it as he suddenly started fucking the boy’s mouth. I don’t want to cum. I want more than this! Dan thought but didn’t have enough self control to push Gerry had away. He let his love flow along with an eruption of cum into the handsome bad boy’s mouth.
“Wow, you’ve been saving it up for me!” Gerry said as he stood up.
Dan pulled his face to his. Their lips met. They lip kissed tenderly, lovingly.
“I could do with a shower,” Gerry said. “I didn’t take one at the shelter this morning. The line was too long.”
“God I feel sorry you had to . . .”
Gerry put his finger against Dan lips. “Let pretend it all didn’t happen.”
“But I can’t . . .”
“Try, Dan. Try to pretend this is our first morning together after meeting at the bar.”
“God, what a beautiful thought,” Dan said nodding his head.
“Okay, Daddy, I’m off to the shower. Some form of eggs and toast would be great when I come out.”
“Right. I’ve been demoted from lover to cook,” Dan said as he watched as Gerry walked away. Why is it when Mathew called me daddy I hated it but when Gerry calls me daddy I melt?
Dan turned to start breakfast but the sound of the shower stopped him in his tracks as he imaged Gerry’s naked wet body.
Breakfast can wait!
Dan started stripping his clothes off as he walked toward the bathroom. By the time he opened the door, he was naked. And by the time he opened the shower door, his cock was stiff as a board.
“What?” Gerry said suddenly realizing that he was no longer alone.
“This is what,” Dan said grabbing the soap and quickly soaping up his throbbing cock. He moved around behind Gerry, kissing the back of his neck as he guided his soapy cock to Gerry tight butt hole. “I need to make you mine,” Dan whispered as the water run down his face.
“Yes, Daddy, make me your boy!” Gerry said as his own hands grabbed his own hard cock. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Dan sent his hips forward driving his long slender cock into Gerry’s asshole.
“Oh God!” Gerry called out. “Yes. I’m your boy, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me!”
This is what I almost lost forever, Dan thought.
Chapter 19
“Hi, sleep head,” Dan called out as Gerry entered the kitchen.
“Yeah, I slept so damn good. Only having to listen to one person snoring makes a big difference.” Gerry said just before kissing Dan lightly on the lips.
“I do not snore!” Dan said. “Just for that you get scrambled eggs instead of over easy.”
“God, I’ll never say anything so harsh every again. What a price to pay.”
“And here I was thinking you slept so well because I was holding you all night?” Dan said shaking his head.
“Before I forget it, let me tell you that I love you, Dan.” Gerry said as he set down at the table.
“Yeah, and don’t you ever forget it,” Dan said waving the spatula he was using to stir the eggs at Gerry.”
“I have bad news. Well, it’s not bad new yet but I suspect it will be. Paul, my parole officer called and left me a message this morning. He wants me to come in to see him.”
“Oh, what’s it about?” Dan said sounding suddenly nervous.
Gerry shrugged. “Not sure. Hopefully nothing much.”
“I’ll take you after breakfast,” Dan said.
“I can take a taxi.”
“No, I insist,” Dan said as he piled scrambled eggs on Gerry’s plate. “I leave streaks of white in the scrambled eggs like my grandmother used to do. She scrambles them in the skillet instead of in a bowel. And here is some crisp bacon.”
“Wow, you would make someone a good . . .”
“Don’t you fucking say it!” Dan said.
“Husband.”
“No, no that’s not what you were going to say.”
“Of course it was.”
“Where in your parole officer’s office,” Dan said as he set down at the table with a cup of coffee.
“At the police station on Olney Street.”
“Okay, I know where that it’s.”
“You sure you want to drive me. The traffic will be bad this time of the day.”
“I am going to drive you. Now finish your breakfast and get dressed. You can’t go in your jockey shorts.”
“Should I wait in the car?” Dan asked as he parked the car in the parking lot of the police station.
“No, there a waiting room. Anyway, Paul knows about you.”
“And?”
“He thinks I’m a pervert, but he seems to want what is best for me. I think he’s a good guy.”
“So he’s straight?” Dan asked as they entered the building.
Gerry shrugged. “I never asked,” he said leading the way to a waiting room.
“Okay, I take a chair here,” Dan said as he looked around at the almost empty room.
“I will not be long,” Gerry said as he walked down a hallway leading from the waiting room. He knocked lightly on Paul’s door.
“It’s unlocked!”
“Hi,” Gerry said entering. “You wanted to see me?”
The chubby bald man glanced up from a newspaper he was reading.
“Where are you working?”
Gerry didn’t answer.
“You knew you had to report to me if you lost your job at the art gallery?”
“Yes, I was hoping I would find another job first.”
“Yeah, how has that been working out of you?”
“I haven’t found one.”
“And you think you’ll find one spending all day shooting pool at the Ramrod?”
Gerry looked surprised.
“How did you know I’ve been at the Ramrod?”
“I went to the art gallery looking for you. Met one of your soul mates, Terry, the one that stutters, after Matilda told me she fired your ass. He said you were hustling pool at the Ramrod!”
“I was trying to make some quick money so I can get an apartment.”
“Yeah, and that’s another thing, I went to your apartment and the little oriental guy said he evicted your ass. Forgot to tell me that too?”
Gerry hung his head.
“Okay here’s the deal. Find a place to live and a job in a week or I report you to the parole board and it’s back in the slammer for you, baby cakes.”
“No, no Paul I can’t go back to that place. I would rather die than go through that experience again.”
“I know, Kid, it’s all in your file,” Paul said softening his tone.
Gerry nodded his head. “Yeah I guess it would be in there. Anyway, I have a place to stay. I’m living with an ex-pilot!”
“The same ex-pilot that accused you of stealing his rings?”
“Yeah.”
“So, what did you steal this time? His heart?”
“Well, he gave it freely.”
“Sure he did. How could he resist a handsome Marlon Brando looking bad boy like you?”
“He’s brought me here. He’s in the waiting room you can ask him if I’m living with him if you want to?”
“No kid. You have never lied to me so I believe you. I should correct that. Never lied to me but never volunteered any information either.”
“I learned a long time ago never to volunteer.”
“Yeah, I bet you did. Now get out of my office and find a fucking job!”
“So, how did it go?” Dan asked as Gerry entered the waiting room.
Gerry walked over and set down beside Dan. “He gave me a week to find a job.”
“Listen, Gerry, while you were in there talking to your parole officer I had an idea.”
“What?”
“I’ll hire you as my gardener!” Dan said with a big smile.
“Dan, no. I’ll find a job. I just haven’t looked. I’ll started
looking tomorrow.”
“Nonsense. What’s your parole officer’s name and which room is he in?” Dan said standing up. “Come on don’t make me have to go knocking on every door.”
“Dan I don’t want to depend on you. I want to make it on my own.”
“Gerry, there is no ‘on my own’ anymore. We are lovers. We share everything! That’s what being in love means,” Dan lower his voice when he saw a girl with tats and stud in her nose looking over at them. “Which room?”
“Room 12. His name is Paul,” Gerry said shaking his head. “You are one stubborn man.”
“Yeah, and keep that in mind,” Dan said and winked as he walked away. “Hello,” he said to the metal head. “Enjoying the conversation.”
The girl stuck out her tongue out at him. It had a stud in it too.
Dan chuckled as he walked down the hall. He stopped in front of room 12 and took a deep breath before knocking.
“It’s unlocked!”
Dan opened the door.
“I think you’ve got the wrong room,” Paul said glancing up from his newspaper.
“Paul?”
Paul laid the newspaper aside. “So you know my name.”
Dan stepped into the office. “I’m Gerry . . . hell, I’m Gerry’s lover.”
“The one that almost got him sent back to prison? That lover?”
Dan blushed. “Yeah, that one. I know now that he didn’t do it?”
“Didn’t he tell you he didn’t steal your rings?” Paul asked as he pulled his glasses off and stuck the temple tip in his mouth.
“Yes, he told me he didn’t do it?”
“So, you are his lover but you didn’t know him well enough to know he doesn’t lie?”
“I . . .”
“When asked by the police when he was arrested if he was the Atlanta cat burglar he admitted it immediately. Never told them any lies. Never made any excuses,” Paul said. “So when he came and told me he didn’t steal your rings, I believed him and I kept him from going back to prison,” he paused a moment. Do you know what they do to good looking young gay men like him in prison?”
A shocked look flashed across Dan’s face.
“I guess you don’t know what happened to him. Well it’s not a story for me to tell.”
Dan remained silent and wiped his cheeks as his eyes suddenly become moist.
“Anyway, it wasn’t easy keeping him out of jail with those two detective Moor and Blaze determined to pin the breaks in on him and still trying for that matter.”
“And I am grateful. Believe me I’m grateful. And I want to help him. You told him he need a job. Well I want to hire as my gardener.”
“Do you now?” Paul said sucking on the tip of his glasses.
“I will fill out any papers. I can pay him whatever salary is required. And I have a guest house I can rent him,” Dan spoke quickly to keep Paul from interrupting him. “What do you say?”
“I say the kid is lucky to have you. I have some papers for you to file out to make it official,” Paul said. “Have a seat.”
Chapter 20
“So, you are my boss!” Gerry said when they got back home.
“Haven’t I always been?” Dan said and then chuckled.
“You better laugh,” Gerry said forcing his smile into a frown with great effort.
“Gerry, I’ve been thinking,” Dan said as he poured them a cup of coffee. “If you aren’t the Crayon Boy who is?”
“I’ve been wrestling with that question myself,” Gerry said after taking a sip of his coffee. I think it has to be some from Daddy’s Boys. All of the victims visited the bar,” he paused. “Unfortunately, I have dated each of the victims. That’s why I was and still am the prime suspect.”
“But it’s not you. So who else in the bar has been in all the victim’s homes?” Dan asked.
“Mathew for sure and maybe Spike. I can’t say for sure about Spike. Because he looks like a gang banger he not one they would take out to dinner or advertise they were taking home? And most wouldn’t want to be seen leaving the bar with him.”
“So, why would they date him?”
Gerry laughed. “He’s got a horse cock!”
“I’ve heard that before. Is it true,” Dan asked?
“Why, you need something bigger than I have?”
“Well . . .”
“You best stop right there or I will be living in the guest house.”
Dan shook his head. “I certainly don’t want that to happen,” he looked thoughtful for a moment. “What about Terry?”
Gerry shrugged. “Strangely enough, I haven’t seen him leave the bar with many guys. When older guys come in they look at him with open admiration. I mean he is the perfect example of a Southern California surfer type, blond hair slim swimmer’s body . . .”
“Then he opens his mouth,” Dan finished the sentence.
“Yeah, right. It’s like a slap in the face. It’s not only that he stutters but he slurs his words when he speaks. It makes him sound retarded and he isn’t. In fact he’s very intelligent.”
“But is he a suspect?” Dan asked.
“I think except for me, Mathew has to be the prime suspect.”
“So, why haven’t the police pulled him in for questioning?”
Gerry shrugged. “Maybe they have. He is very private. He doesn’t tell anyone his business.”
“Yeah, I know what his business is?” Dan said with a frown.
“He’s go with clients outside of the bar. In fact, I think he has more clients from other sources.”
“What other sources?” Dan asked.
Gerry shrugged. “I really don’t know much about him outside of the bar. Actually, I know very little about Spike and Terry also.”
“We have to catch to cat burglar!” Dan said.
“What do you mean by we? No, no you’re not suggesting that you and I can do something the San Diego police can’t do? Are you?” Gerry asked.
“Yes. Catching him is the only thing that is going to get Moor and Blaze off your ass.”
“But how?” Gerry asked. “How do we catch him?”
“Bait!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“We bait a trap and catch him like we would any rat.”
“Dan, did you slip some Irish whisky in your coffee?”
“I have a friend that has a beach house in La Jolla. He’s straight as Dr. Seuss. So he hasn’t been in Daddy’s Boys. He only uses his beach house a couple months a year. I think I might get him to let us use it to attract the thief.”
“But we need an older man to come into the bar and pose as the owner and pick up Mathew? or Who?”
“Mathew. It’s got to be Mathew. He’s as cold an unemotional as anyone I have ever met. I think he is the cat burglar. And we have someone to play as the owner. The old caretaker. He lives in the guest house. He’s gay as a two bill and good looking.”
“Oh, tell me more about him?” Gerry said smiling over his cup of coffee.
“Watch what you say next, buddy!” Dan said teasingly.
“Oh, yeah, I already got a rich, Daddy . . . but he lives in a beach house . . .”
“In the guest cottage.”
Gerry laughed. “Point taken. Anyway would he pose as the owner and pick up Mathew. Ah you are forgetting that Mat doesn’t put out for the fun of it?”
“I haven’t forgotten!” Dan said as though it was still a sore point with him. “I’ll give Roger, the caretaker, the $2000 dollars to pay Mathew.”
“And Mathew goes home with, him sees the paintings, gets fucked and a few nights later come back and steals some of the paintings? There’s a lot of assumptions?”
“I know, I know. I’m working on them.” Dan said holding his hands up. “The owner has lots of valuable paintings,” he added
“But why will Mathew come back to steal them if he’s the only one from the bar that has gone home with your caretaker?” Gerry asked.
“I got it. The care
taker will come in asking for you. He will say that he dated you last month when he was in town and is looking to reconnect with you. Now if Mathew is trying to frame you, for God knows why, he will jump at the chance to rob the guy and set up an iron tight alibi for himself on the night of the burglary.”
Gerry was shaking his head. “Dan . . . I’m not sure we should be doing this. It could be dangerous. You corner a rat and he will bite!”
“Yeah, you are right. But let me call Roger and ask if we can come over. Let’s explain everything to him and see if he will go along with it. If he doesn’t then we drop the whole idea. What do you say to that?”
“All right. If he’s be the bait. Then we can try. I sure would like to get this monkey off my back. The thought of going back to prison give me the shakes.”
Dan pulled out his cell phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Roger, the caretaker.”
“Wow, you are hot to go?”
“After I make this call, I’ll show you just how hot to go I am!”
“Oh, yeah!” Gerry said as he stood up he took both coffee cups off the table.
“Hello, Roger, it’s Dan Murphy.”
Gerry pulled the bottom of his T-shirt up showing his belly button. “I’m too sexy for my shirt! I’m too sexy for my shirt,” he began to sing.
“I was wondering if I could come by to have a chat with you, Roger,” Dan said as he shook his head at Gerry.
“I’m too sexy for me shirt,” Gerry continued as he pulled his T-shirt higher revealing his six-pack abs. “Way too sexy for my shirt!” he pulled it off.
“How about this afternoon around three. We could meet there for coffee.”
Gerry throw his T-shirt at Dan. Then reached down and unbuckled his belt. “I’m too sexy for my jeans. I’m too sexy for my jeans. Way too sexy for my jeans,” he sung pulling down his jeans to reveal his jockey short.
“It’s an old CD playing. Yeah, the guy is singing off key. But the video that’s playing with it is hot, Roger. Okay, I’ll see you at three. Bye.”
“I’m too sexy for my shorts, I’m too sexy for my shorts. Way to sexy for my shorts,” Gerry sung as he pulled down his jockey shorts. His long thick cock sprung up like a steel rod.
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