Chapter 8: Terminating Gerry

‘Settle down now,’ John told him. Vernon slid down under the duvet. John tucked it in around his chin then leaned over and kissed his forehead. Vernon gave him a beaming smile. As he stood up, John said, ‘I’ll leave the landing light on for tonight. You know where I am if you need me.’

He switched the light out and closed the door. After he’d left Vernon lay still for a short while thinking happily about his new life. Then he drifted off to sleep and happy dreams.

Around three o’clock in the morning, Vernon had a dream that Graham was raping him. It seemed so real he could feel the pain in his bum. He opened his eyes, and everything disappeared. He lay still shivering then reached up and put the light on. He had a job to find the switch then as the light came on his memory of where he was came flooding back. At the same time, he could see for sure that there was no one else in the room. He could no longer feel any pain either.

He relaxed but felt too scared to switch the light off again. He lay there for a while unable to sleep, then he got up and went along to Johns room. He knocked on the door twice before a sleepy voice called out ‘Come in.’

As he went in. John sat up in bed and put the light on. He could see immediately that Vernon looked troubled. ‘What’s up?’ he asked. ‘I had a bad dream,’ Vernon told him, ‘It was about Gregory. When I woke up, I was fine, but I was too scared to put the light off afterwards.’

‘Do you want to get in and have a hug?’ John asked throwing a corner of the duvet back. ‘Yes, please.’ came the reply and Vernon got in in double quick time.

He cuddled up to John who hugged him tight. Feeling him relax, John asked him, ‘Do you want to stay here for the rest of the night?’ ‘Yes, please.’ came the prompt reply. John reached up and put the light out.

They lay content in each other’s arms for a while, then started to doze. John turned onto his back leaving an arm under Vernon’s neck. Vernon stayed on his side facing John and put his arm over John’s chest. As they both started to drift off to sleep, Vernon started dreaming and his hand moved slowly down John’s front.

John stirred and felt Vernon’s hand sliding down past his waist. It felt nice and he didn’t want to disturb him, as from his breathing he was sure he was asleep. So, he just lay still. As Vernon’s hand moved lower, John felt himself starting to grow.

As Vernon’s hand reached his cock, John was fully hard. Feeling it Vernon’s hand wrapped itself around it. He gave a contented sigh in his sleep. A few moments later John felt something pressing into his thigh. Sliding his hand over he found that it was Vernon’s hard cock. He took hold of it gently, which produced a sleepy ‘mm’ from Vernon.

They lay there for a while both throbbing happily. Then Vernon started sliding his hand up and down slowly. John realised he was still asleep and probably because he could feel John’s hand on his own cock, he thought he was playing with himself.

John started mimicking his movements by stroking Vernon’s cock at the same time. The pair of them throbbed even harder. Then not long after John felt himself about to fire. He speeded up a bit on Vernon’s cock which resulted in Vernon speeding up on Johns.

Seconds later John shot four loads of cum into his shorts followed moments later by Vernon shooting four loads into his own shorts. They both kept hold as the cock they were holding went soft. Then in moments they were both very contentedly fast asleep.

Being Saturday the next day, neither of them had set an alarm so it was just gone nine o’clock before they stirred. John woke to find himself on his side with his back to Vernon who was cuddled up tight behind him.

As he tried to stretch without disturbing him, Vernon woke too. As he backed away John turned over. Vernon beamed to see him, and they hugged then kissed. ‘How did you sleep in the end?’ John asked. ‘Like a log.’ Vernon replied. ‘No more nightmares?’ John asked him.

‘No,’ Vernon told him, ‘But I did have a lovely dream. I dreamt we fired each other.’ John smiled at him, ‘That wasn’t just a dream,’ he said and explained what had happened.

‘I’m so sorry... ‘ Vernon started to say when John stopped him. ‘Don’t be,’ he said, ‘I enjoyed it as much as you did. After this week when you’re settled in, we shouldn’t make a habit of sleeping together,’ John told him, ‘But anytime we do, you are to feel free to do anything you want to.’

‘Let’s get up now before Danny arrives,’ he said. ‘I’ll go and have a shower first, then I can be downstairs to welcome him. You stay there until I come back.’

After his shower John put his T shirt and shorts in the wash and returned to his bedroom naked. ‘Your turn.’ he said to Vernon. He got out of bed, gave John a hug and a kiss, had a quick feel of his soft cock and headed for the shower.

John got dressed, made his bed and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

SPECIAL GROUP - FRIDAY

Meanwhile, on the previous day, things started moving in the drug squad. Detective Sergeant Brian Johnson, a member of the special group had been involved in a long investigation into drug dealing in the area.

After following many leads, it became clear that the main person supplying the drugs was a local resident who had no previous police record. He was not only supplying to most of the local dealers, but also to a major section of the nearby City.

Brian had recently been at a meeting of all the officers involved where everyone agreed that, although they hadn’t found enough evidence to arrest him, what they had more than convinced every one of the team that it was him.

They had found no record of any official money such as savings, investments or legacies belonging to him or his wife. Neither had had recognised employment for over ten years, yet he lived in a house worth over three hundred and sixty thousand pounds. He drove a Mercedes that had been bought cash, his wife drove a top of the range SsangYong and both his teenage children had brand new cars.

Like all towns, they had had their share of drug problems. Even after all the arrests Danny had helped with, there were still drug suppliers actively at work. Dealers on the streets where generally known to the police within weeks of starting up their operation, but wherever possible, they were left to operate for a while so as to trace their supplier.

A list had been built up of the main four suppliers in the area. They were supplying all the smaller dealers, but where were the four getting it all from. Who was bringing it in?

Over the past year, every time the drug squad had managed to trace one of the four, surveillance had led them to believe that all four were getting supplied by Adam Geralds who lived in a big house in one of the posher local areas.

A check of records revealed that the house concerned was valued at three hundred and sixty thousand pounds. It had been purchased by Adam Geralds ten years earlier. At the time Geralds was a self-employed taxi driver.

Examination of tax records showed no income of any sort that would warrant the purchase of a house of this value. Indeed, his earnings as a taxi driver would not even cover the normal upkeep, let alone any loan repayments.

Further investigation revealed the house had been purchased with a cash payment. This had not been queried at the time as the present legal requirement to show where the money came from was not yet in force.

Looking back at records of arrests, it was also clear that drug use all over the area had started to increase soon after Geralds had started his taxi job and had been steadily increasing ever since.

A surveillance team had been in place for three months before it was realised that whilst the dealers brought the money to Adam Geralds at his home, they did not leave with any drugs. Clearly, they were kept away from his house.

The surveillance team on Geralds was then reduced, moved instead to the four main dealers. This brought results quite quickly. The four dealers, after dropping off cash to Geralds would then go to a second-hand shop in a nearby small village where they would collect their drugs.