Chapter 8

Taking a breath, I tried to get back into character.

“If you have him, why do you want me?” I asked, adding a touch of jealousy in my voice and letting it crack a little as if I was distressed.

“He moved away, so I need a new boy. I like that you look after your body. Do you have a pic of your sexy arse for me?” he added.

“Only if I get one of yours,” I replied.

“That is me in the pic,” he told me.

“I thought you were older?” I replied and then grinned at Marly. Stroking egos was part of the game.

“I’m fifty like I told you the other day,” he replied. “I like to keep fit too, so that is why I appreciate your efforts to look good.”

“I’m young enough to be your son. Do you have one?” I asked.

“Who did you think I was fucking? He’s joined the UNSEC High School program but elected to live-in this year,” he replied.

He was obviously put out that his son had made himself unavailable. This was new information for me and damning for Bo.

“I was thinking about joining up. If you send me a better pic of him, I might be able to keep him company for you, and we could come home for the holidays,” I replied to stir my mark up.

“He does take a big cock well,” the man said, chuckling. “I’m sure I can train you to please him.”

“I’d like that. Do you think he’d like having a buddy like me around?” I asked.

He hesitated. “You might have to work on him a bit. He is a bit timid.”

“Yeah, it’s hard being a gay male in a woman’s world,” I replied.

“Tell me about it. They think we are impotent just because we like a bit of boy now and then,” he grumbled.

“But you have a son,” I responded.

“And two daughters,” he said proudly.

Having three kids was a high achievement for a lot of blokes these days. I did wonder what his wife thought about him poking his son.

“Do you do them too?” I asked as if I found the idea exciting while trying to keep my bile down.

“The oldest, but she isn’t as much fun as Don was. She’s fourteen and still has a way to go. Girls don’t develop as fast as they used to,” he replied with dissatisfaction.

“Can we do her together? I’ve always wanted to know what that would be like,” I asked.

“Doing a girl or a threesome with a girl?” he asked me.

“Both,” I replied.

“You haven’t done a girl? How do you know you’re gay?” he wanted to know.

“I like giving head-jobs, like I told you,” I replied.

“Is that truly all you have done?” he inquired.

“Yeah, a guy I fancy, Jake, says he isn’t gay, but he loves a blowjob now and again. I caught him wanking-off in the change room one day, and he let me suck him off,” I ad-libbed.

Jake had actually asked me to suck him off in the change room and even showed me his cock. I wasn’t impressed, and that was when he got to enjoy the taste of my pepper spray. While I’d hinted at doing the head-jobs to Bob before, I’d not been so explicit.

“Did he return the favour?” Bob wanted to know.

I knew he was getting off on the conversation, so I said, “No, I just wanked myself when I suck him off. He likes to feel my throat on his cock head. He’s a lot smaller than I am, and he likes that I can take all of him in my mouth.”

“He reckons if he did me, then he would be as gay as I was. He says he likes girls, but he joked he’d have trouble getting his mouth around the head of my cock and that I’d split him in half if I fucked him.”

“And you’re only sixteen!” he said incredulously.

“Fifteen and ten months, mum says I got another growth spurt to go yet,” I chuckled and then added, “If I spurt anymore, I’ll drown some poor bastard if they did suck me off. I have to wank-off four times a day now, and it takes forever to get my cock back down.”

He groaned, and I grinned at Marly, who was trying to stop herself from giggling.

“So, when can I meet you? I’d very much like to find out just how much you do spurt?” he finally said.

Frank handed me a piece of paper with a date, time and place on it. I frowned at him. He nodded furiously and gave me the ‘OK’ sign.

“What about Thursday? Mum works late nights, and I just hang around in the mall waiting for her. I can meet you near the computer store. I often sit outside of it and read, and I’m normally there by six. I’ll leave my Gi on,” I told him.

“Your Gi?” he asked me warily.

“How do you think I stay looking good? It helps with my coordination as I keep growing,” I replied, ignoring Frank’s horrified expression.

“I bet that keeps you very limber,” Bob said thoughtfully.

“Mum says I’m more of a contortionist. I can even suck my own cock,” I chuckled. “Not that I’ve let her see me doing that.”

Bob groaned again. “It’s a date, Danny. Unfortunately, I have to go to a meeting,” he replied, and we signed off.

Marly nearly fell off her chair, trying to stifle her giggles. Once she saw the connection was broken, she burst into laughter.

Frank chuckled and said, “That was mean, Dusty. He’s going to have wet dreams all week thinking about how you’re doing that.”

I shrugged, “Mean is a man who rapes his own kids. Don and his sister are not willing participants. They aren’t his first kids, either. The other day he mentioned how much fun he’d had a few years ago when he took his nephew camping. He has told me of at least two other boys that he has fucked.”

“Hum, Dusty, for some reason, that trace didn’t work out so well. It came back here to the Justice Building,” Dean said with a worried expression.

I looked at the time and got up. I grabbed the camcorder with the telescopic lens off the charger and quickly checked it was good to go. I hooked a finger at my colleagues to follow me.

I then headed down the corridor and out through a set of doors that led to the Courthouse side of the building. Hurrying, I shifted hallways to the outside walkway. When I got to the set of plate-glass windows on the street side, I scanned the car park two floors below.