“If you say your ass is too sexy to be fucked, you will be lying,” Dan said as he started stripping his clothes off as fast as he could. “You are a bad, bad, boy!”
“Then spank me, Daddy!” Gerry said as he leaned over the table. “Spank your bad boy.”
Gerry’s long slim cock was bobbing up and down as he walked toward Gerry. He stopped and ran his fingers over Gerry’s hairy butt. Then without warning he slapped Gerry on his right butt cheek with the palm of his hand.
“Yes, spank me daddy for being bad,” Gerry called out.
Dan hit him on the ass hard several times switching from right cheek to left cheek. “If I keep spanking you, I going to shoot off,” Dan said as he spat on his hand and covered his cock with saliva while staring down at Gerry’s red butt cheeks.
“Take it! Bad Boy!” Dan said a moment later as he guided the head of his cock to Gerry’s hairy butt hole and then thrust his hips forward.
“Oh! Daddy!” Gerry shouted as he straightened up only to bend back onto the table as Dan started pumping his cock back and forth inside Gerry’s hot asshole. “Yes, fuck me daddy. Make me your boy!” Gerry cried out between moans.
“You are mine! Mine property!” Dan shouted as he hunched his hips faster and faster.
“Yes, I’m yours Dan! I’m your boy!” Gerry shouted as he grabbed his own cock and began to masturbate as fast as he could.
“I’m cuming!” Dan shouted.
“Yes, I feel you hot seed in my ass. Yes, make me yours, Daddy!” Gerry shouted as he suddenly felt his own cock explode. “I’m cuming too. Shit it feels good. Dan, I love you. God! I love you,” Gerry added before collapsing onto the table.
The beach house was spectacular! The back patio abutted the rocks of the shore line, with a small exclusive beach bellow. Gerry stares openly at the handsome older man who answered the door. Dan, you are lucky I met you first, he thought while glaring at the caretaker. The man is slightly overweight in a plump healthy way. With gray thinning hair and a light Scandinavian looking complexion and brilliant green eyes.
“Dan, great to see you again. I think the last time I saw you was on a flight to Tokyo,” Roger said as he pumped Dan’s hand. “And who is your striking companion?”
“Roger this is my lover, Gerry, so keep your Norwegian paws off him?” Dan said teasingly.
Roger grabbed Gerry’s hand. “I can only promise as long as I’m sober. Give me a couple of perfect rob roys and I can’t be responsible.”
“In that case, you better lock the liquor cabinet,” Dan said.
“You two come in I made some coffee,” Roger said as he placed his hand on Gerry’s back and guided him into the house. “See, I can’t keep my hands off your friend,” Roger said laughingly.
“Oh, I’m watching, believe me I’m watching,” Dan said as he looked at Gerry. “Be very careful around him. They call him the Norwegian Casanova.”
Roger winked at Gerry. “That was back in my younger days. I harmless now.”
“How is John David?” Dan asked.
“He’s off to South America, Rio, I think. He sends me postcards. That’s the only way I know where he is or was as he usually elsewhere by the time I get the cards. The word globe trotter comes to mind,” Roger said as he led them to the immense kitchen. “I would usually serve coffee in the guest house where I live, but I thought you wanted to see the house, so we can have it here,” he said motioning them to take chairs.
“Okay, I’m just going to get down to business. You know the cat burglar that has been breaking into beach homes in La Jolla?”
“I would have to be deaf and blind not to have seen it on the evening news. It’s terrible. John is worried that the thief might strike here.”
“That’s what we want him to do!” Dan said.
“You are kidding, right?”
“No, let me tell you the plan that Gerry and I have developed. We think a friend of his from Daddy’s Boys bar is the thief and we want to set a trap for him using John’s house . . .”
“It sounds like a good plane, Dan,” Roger said twenty minutes later. “But of course I’ll have to run it by John. I especially like the idea of getting to have sex with a high class rent boy. You did say he charges $2000 a night, right. And you also say you would pay the fee.”
“Yes, I did. And yes, he looks like he just walked off the cover of a Beach Boys album. I am sure you will enjoy your night with him. Probably a lot more than I did, Dan thought.
“And you don’t think you and Gerry will be in any danger if he does show up and you are hiding waiting for him?”
Gerry shook his head. “No, he might be a thief but he’s not a violent person.”
“Okay, I’ll get in touch with John and get back to you as soon as I know something,” Roger said as he showed them to the door.
“Thanks for the coffee,” Roger.
“No, thank you for the eye candy,” the caretaker said winking at Gerry.
“Wow, he’s really nice,” Gerry said as they walked to the car.
“Yes, I was afraid you would think that.”
“Hey, since you had a couple nights with Mathew does that mean that I get a couple of nights with Roger?”
Gerry had to run to avoid a kick in the butt.
Chapter 21
“I have good news and bad news,” Dan said as he ended the call from Roger.
“Good new first,” Gerry said before Dan could ask.
“John agreed to let us use the beach house to set the trap for Mathew.”
“That’s great. But what’s the bad news?”
“Roger has to take down all of John’s collections of painting and store them in the guest cottage. We have to use other painting.”
“Wow, that’s a bummer.”
“I would use my painting but Mathew and the thief, if it’s not Mathew, has been here and seen them,” Dan said shaking his head. “I’ll have to buy some new paintings.”
Dan shook his head. “That’s risky. You might not get them back?”
“I’m pretty sure Mathew is the thief. No, I positive he is,” Dan said. “And we will catch him in the act. So, I don’t see a problem of losing the paintings.”
“I don’t know, Dan, shit happens,” Gerry said shaking his head again.
“Gerry, I just thought of a brilliant plan.”
“I’m afraid to ask?”
“Yee, of little faith,” Dan told him shaking his head in disappointment.
“Okay, tell me if you must.” Gerry said. But I think I’ll set down for this,” he said as he flop down in the sofa nearest to the kitchen. “Shoot!”
“Here goes. I going to give the money to Roger and have him buy the paintings. Well as least pay for them. I will have already picked them out at Matilda’s gallery . . .”
“Why would you do that?”
“Don’t interrupt when your elders are talking, son,” Dan said with a smile.
“Okay, grandpa.”
“You are bad to the bone. Anyway, the reason I’m going to let Roger pay for the paintings is because I am going to invite Mathew to join me at the gallery to help me pick out some new paintings.”
“What a cotton picking minute . . .”
Dan held up his hand for silence. “He doesn’t know we are back together. No one from the bar knows that you have moved in with me. My real reason for inviting Mathew is for him to meet Roger. I think it is better if he meets Mathew in the gallery than at Daddy’s Boys. Then once I introduce them I’ll give an excuse and leave the two of them in the gallery.”
“I’m listening.”
“Mathew sees him buying some of the painting that I know he likes and Roger invites him to the beach house to help him hang the paintings and to have sex,” Dan explained.
“And a few nights later, Mathew will return and try to steal the paintings and we will be waiting for him, right?” Gerry added.
“Hopefully. And I’ll make a comment that Roger is another one of your old tric
ks. If he’s robbing homes with a connection to you as some kind of vendetta against you, then he’s sure to fall for the bait.”
“Yeah, but why does he hate me? I’ve never seen that in him. Sure he standoffish with me like he is with everyone else. But him hating me enough to try to get me sent back to prison?” Gerry said shaking his head. “That’s the part I don’t get.”
“Gerry, you never know what is going through another person’s mind!” Dan said with a shrug. “He told me once that he never finished college. That he was an art major and dropped out because he didn’t have enough talent. If that’s the case, then he could envy your for being a successful artist.”
“Enough to rob houses and blame it on me?”
“People have done more for less reasons, Gerry.”
“Okay, I’ll go along with your wild plan.”
“Good boy.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Dan and Roger turned around when someone called out Dan’s name as they strolled through Matilda’s gallery.
Damn it! What’s Terry doing with Mathew? Dan thought as the two approached him and Roger.
“Hello Mathew. Hi Terry,” Dan called out trying to hide his disappointment that Mathew hadn’t come alone.
“Who is your handsome friend?” Mathew said as he stared opening at Roger.
“This is Roger David. He and his brother John own a wonderful beach house in La Jolla. He here like me shopping for painting. He’s swapping out all his painting to a new house he just bought in Miami. I wish I could afford to change all my paintings instead of buying a couple for the guest house. Unfortunate, he’s knows Gerry. I’ve told him that we suspect Gerry of being the La Jolly Cat Burglar and stay away from him.”
“Roger, it a pleasure to meet you.” Mathew said extending his hand. “And yes, Gerry is tops on detectives Moor and Blaze’s list of suspects.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep my distance from him. Although, he is drop dead good looking,” Roger said with a mischievous smile. “And Dan has told me some wonderful things about you, Mathew,” Roger said.
Terry shifted positons impatiently.
“Sorry, Roger,” Mathew said. “This is a friend of mine. Terry.”
“Glad to meet your Terry,” Roger said with a broad smile.
“Th . . . Th . . .The pleasure is all mine,” Terry said. “Wh . . . Wh . . .Which beach house is yours?
Roger’s smile dried up immediately. “The one with the A-frame ceilings and the tall palm trees in front.”
“O . . . O . . . Oh that one. It . . . It . . . It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” Roger said, He turned to Mathew. “Dan, says you know a lot about painting. I’m looking for some. Come along and help me select something exciting,” he added grabbing Mathew by the arm.
“Terry,” Dan said. “Come with me. I’ll show you a couple of paintings that I’m thinking about buying. I want your opinion,” Dan added and as he put his arm around Terry’s shoulder.
“I . . . I . . . I don’t see any of Gerry sketches in the gallery?” Terry said glancing around as though searching.
“Matilda took them down after the detectives took him out in handcuffs.” Dan said.
Terry didn’t respond.
Dan took his cell phone out of his pocked. “Damn, I didn’t know it was so late. I have a dentist appointment. Can I drop you somewhere, Terry?”
Terry glanced at the other end of the room. Roger had his arm around Mathew as they looked at a painting.
“I . . . I . . . I guess so. Ca . . . Ca . . . Can you drop me off at Daddy’s Boys?”
“Sure thing,” Dan said. Well so far so good. I hope Roger enjoys his night in bed with Mathew. It is fucking costing me two grand. And for that I’m entitled to a blow by blow account!
“I’m coming in to chat with Bucky,” Dan told Terry as he pulled into the parking lot of Daddy’s Bar. It was too early for valet parking so he parked his car himself.
“Yo . . . Yo . . . Yo know, I’m not a hustler like Mathew, Spike and Gerry. I . . . I . . . I think you are a good looking man. If . . . If . . . If you ever need company I would enjoy spending some time with you,” Terry said as they walked to the entrance of the bar.
“Why, that’s very nice of you Terry. And I think you are one of the handsomest men I’ve seen. But since my bad experience with Gerry. I’m just paying for a little sex. I don’t want any strings.”
“I . . . I . . . I understand,” Terry said as they entered the bar. “I . . . I . . . I’m going to practice pool,” he said as he headed to the pool table.
Dan smiled at him and nodded his head.
“Well, look what the cat drug up,” Bucky said with raised eyebrows.
“Hell no, it’s nothing like that. I just gave him a lift.”
“Inquiring minds don’t need the facts?” Bucky said raising his hands.
“Bucky, I stopped by to ask a favor of you?”
Bucky shook his head. “I don’t do favors.”
“You haven’t even heard what it is,” Dan said. “And while I’m filling you in you can pour a glass of that new wine I recommended. How is that for even Steven!”
Bucky just shook his head as he turned and grabbed a bottle of wine. “I guess you are going to tell me whether I want to hear it or now,” Bucky said as he poured the wine.
“I want you to let Gerry back in the bar.”
“Why in Hell do you want that. Didn’t he steal your rings?”
“Ah . . .” Dan leaned closer to the bar. “If I tell you it must be a secret! You have to swear you will not tell anyone, and certainly not Mathew, Spike or Terry.”
“Hell, I don’t tell those shithead anything anyway,” Bucky said leaning his head forward.
“I’m setting a trap for Gerry so I can catch him red handed breaking into a house in La Jolla that a friend of mine owns.” Dan said. At least that part of it is true.
“Wow, that sounds like something the old lady on Murder She Wrote would do. You know I watch reruns of that show all the time. I just love Anglia Lansbury,” Bucky whispered. “Is it dangerous? Gerry’s been in prison. He’s pretty tough.”
“Na, it’s not dangerous. I just got inferred cameras to video him. Once they are tripped, I’ll just call 911. I’m not going to pay hero,” Dan whispered the little white lie.
“Okay, I’m in,” Bucky said smiling. “Where . . .”
“Don’t ask any questions. The less you know the better should the whole thing go south,” Dan said as he took a big sip of wine.
“Yeah, you are right. But when it is over, I want all the details.”
“You will be the first, Bucky. One of the very first,” Dan added.
“Dan,” Gerry said. “You made all the shit up as you went. You telling Bucky that you were setting a trap for me wasn’t discussed,” Gerry said.
“What else was I going to say? I don’t want to tell him the truth. I trust him but he might have let something slip to Terry or Spike if I told him that Mathew was the target. Everyone suspects you anyway. If he says something about you being the thief then it will not mean anything.”
“I guess you are right.”
“Here, let’s kiss and make up,” Dan said.
“Does making up include a blow job?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” Gerry said as he unzipped his fly.
Chapter 21
Damn, I missed the bar! Gerry thought as he entered Daddy’s Boys. I feel like I’m returning home.
He had taken a taxi. Dan would come later. It’s going to be strange to play like we are still at each other’s throat. But to make the plan work they were both going to have to keep their distance from each other in the bar.
That’s not the hard part, Gerry thought. Pretending I’m still friends with Mathew is going to be difficult. Each time Gerry thought of all the trouble Mathew had caused him by throwing suspicion him as the La Jolly Cat Burglar made Gerry fuming mad.
If his patrol officer, Paul, hadn’t come to his defense, he would probably be back in prison now. A boy’s got to do what a boy’s got to do! Gerry reminded himself as he walked up to the bar. And this boy is going to do everything he can to stay out of prison.
He almost laughed when he saw the look on Bucky’s face as he walked down the bar toward him. The smile was way out of place! Bucky almost never smiled and especially not to “his” boys. Dan should have signed him up for acting lesson before hand.
“Hi, Gerry, glad to see you back. Missed you?”
“Yeah, like a dog miss’s fleas I bet?”
Bucky laughed as he reached into the cooler. His hand came out holding a bottle of Budweiser.
Gerry slid a ten dollar bill toward him.
“And good luck in the tournament tonight.” Bucky said. “You probably need the money.”
“Thanks.” Damn he has never wished me luck. I hope no one overheard him. They will know something isn’t kosher!
“Ge . . . Ge . . . Gerry I thought you were in jail,” Terry said as he looked across the pool table as Gerry approached.
“You wish your blond hair I was. But no, I’m here to win the tournament. Your five seconds of fame are over, Bro.”
“I . . . I . . . I’m better.”
“Yeah, sure you are, Bro. Sure you are. But remind me at the end of the tournament how much better you are, will you do that?”
“Yo . . . Yo . . . You are an asshole as always.”
“What did they say about a tiger changing his strips?”
“Mo . . . Mo . . . More like a pole cat changing his scent if you ask me.”
“Gerry,” Spike said as he entered the pool area. “The king is back! Terry.”
Terry rolled his eyes and pick up the chalk and rubbed some on the tip of his cue stick.
“Gerry, I don’t think surfer boy is happy to see you? He won the pool tournament last week. Was walking around purring like a kitten.”
“What has the pool shark been up to,” Mathew said as he joined them.
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