Chapter Eight
‘The squad cars were lined up outside the ramshackle building on the banks of the Hudson when I arrived at the crime scene,’ Aiden began. He was the latest guest at Gledhill House who was prepared to tell a story from his past in exchange for dinner. As a retired FBI agent, Aiden had plenty of stories to tell.
As I got out of my car, a police officer walked over to me to tell me something of what I could expect to see inside the building. I learned that the building had been used from time to time by porno movie makers and that the dead guy appeared to be the director of one such set up. He had been identified by the pile of clothes that was found in the corner of the room in which the naked body lay. Jules Fern, although that was probably not his real name, specialized in bondage films and was in his forties. He sometimes appeared in his own movies.
I entered the building and saw the dead guy stretched out on a grubby looking mattress, as I had been told he was naked except for a harness of straps around his upper body; there were no signs of wounds of any kind to indicate how he had died. Dr. Melchis, the police medico was there and greeted me. ‘Hi! Looks like he has been dead for anything up to six hours but I won’t know the cause of death until I get him down to the morgue.’ Apart from the dead man’s clothes there was nothing in the building apart from some hand held video equipment that indicated Fern may have been using the place for a shoot.
I reported the facts back to my boss and we later learned that Jules Fern had died of natural causes, a heart attack. The fact that he was naked and alone in the building was a mystery. Someone must have been with him at the time of his death and yet they had not reported it. My boss wanted me to investigate. He knew I was gay and so told me to go undercover and make enquiries in the gay community. Easier said than done – where the hell can I start? I wondered. As Fern’s movies featured bondage more than any other forms of gay sex, I decided to go to what was probably the most popular of the clubs frequented by guys into that kind of erotica, Leather Knights.
Dressed in tight leather pants, a leather jacket, boots and a leather cop style hat that were all as black as ink, I wore a skin tight white t-shirt that made a stark contrast to the rest of my attire. I entered the club and took a stand at the bar. The barman greeted me with a friendly smile and produced the cold beer I ordered. ‘Not seen you in here before,’ he said. I told him that I was new in town and had heard that this was a good place to hook up with people in the porno movie industry.
‘You need to speak with the boss,’ he said and he directed me to an office at the top of the stairs behind the bar. I knocked on the office door and was told to enter. The guy that the barman had referred to as the boss was seated behind a desk that was set across the corner opposite the door. He asked my business and I told him that I was hoping to make contact with a director or producer in the porno industry.
‘Gay or hetro?’ he asked.
‘Would I be here if I was into hetro stuff?’ I replied. ‘I’m gay and into bondage.’
‘Take off your jacket,’ he said. ‘So I can see more of your physique.’ I removed my leather jacket and threw it over the back of a chair. He got up from behind the desk and cast an admiring eye over my body. I have to say I was much younger in those days and I worked on my body at the gym. I was not a muscle freak but was in real good shape. He pushed me backwards so that I was stretched over the desk, my head hanging over the opposite side.
‘Just testing your reaction,’ he said. He pushed up my shirt and I felt his tongue plow a wet trail from my navel to my collar bone. His teeth proceeded to nip my flesh and my nipples in turn. I have to admit that I did not find the experience unpleasant. He continued to run his tongue all over my upper body and I felt his weight on top of me as he stretched up to kiss me on the lips.
‘You’ll get plenty of this if you want to be a porno star,’ he said. His hands found my belt and unfastening the buckle, he pulled the belt free of my pants. He plunged his hand down the top of my pants and grabbed my dick. I was already firming up and I saw him smile as he groped around in my underwear. My zipper was tugged down and my dick pulled free of my briefs. His tongue was now applied to my cock, first the head and then along the shaft, he licked my shaved balls and used his teeth to pull down on my ball sack. He continued to lick my shaft and then took it into his mouth.
I gasped and made all the usual ‘Oh fuck... Oh my God... Oh yes...’ sounds that guys make in the porno action shots. He seemed impressed. He grabbed my pants and whipped them down to my ankles; my boots prevented them coming right off. That did not concern him as he pushed my legs up so that my knees were up against my chest, my feet waving in the air. I could hear items from the desk falling to the floor as he rimmed my ass, his tongue must have been longer than the average as it found its way deep inside me. His belt buckle made a ringing sound as it hit the floor when he dropped his pants. He gasped as his pushed his firm erection into my spit slicked hole.
Yet more items fell from the desk as he plunged deeper and deeper into me. He pressed his thumbs hard into my flesh as he held me from moving across his desk as he forced himself ever harder into me. He jerked on my cock until I came which acted as a signal for him to pull out of my ass and jerk on his own cock until he came over my cock and balls. He worked our juices together with his fingers and proceeded to lick my body clean. Only then did he let me get up from the desk.
I watched him pull up his pants and crush his still hard cock back inside them as I adjusted my own clothes. I guess I passed my audition! I was introduced to a number of guys who did make films with the late Jules Fern and was to learn that everyone had fled from the shoot when Fern suddenly had a seizure and died as one of the ‘actors’ was a few days short of his eighteenth birthday and it would have led to trouble had the authorities been aware of the boy’s presence. The investigation was closed and no prosecutions were made. My own film career got no further than the audition!
'Well that was some story!' Scott exclaimed. George agreed saying, 'That may have been an undercover assignment but you did not stay covered for long! Nice story Aiden!'
‘The squad cars were lined up outside the ramshackle building on the banks of the Hudson when I arrived at the crime scene,’ Aiden began. He was the latest guest at Gledhill House who was prepared to tell a story from his past in exchange for dinner. As a retired FBI agent, Aiden had plenty of stories to tell.
As I got out of my car, a police officer walked over to me to tell me something of what I could expect to see inside the building. I learned that the building had been used from time to time by porno movie makers and that the dead guy appeared to be the director of one such set up. He had been identified by the pile of clothes that was found in the corner of the room in which the naked body lay. Jules Fern, although that was probably not his real name, specialized in bondage films and was in his forties. He sometimes appeared in his own movies.
I entered the building and saw the dead guy stretched out on a grubby looking mattress, as I had been told he was naked except for a harness of straps around his upper body; there were no signs of wounds of any kind to indicate how he had died. Dr. Melchis, the police medico was there and greeted me. ‘Hi! Looks like he has been dead for anything up to six hours but I won’t know the cause of death until I get him down to the morgue.’ Apart from the dead man’s clothes there was nothing in the building apart from some hand held video equipment that indicated Fern may have been using the place for a shoot.
I reported the facts back to my boss and we later learned that Jules Fern had died of natural causes, a heart attack. The fact that he was naked and alone in the building was a mystery. Someone must have been with him at the time of his death and yet they had not reported it. My boss wanted me to investigate. He knew I was gay and so told me to go undercover and make enquiries in the gay community. Easier said than done – where the hell can I start? I wondered. As Fern’s movies featured bondage more than any other forms of gay sex, I decided to go to what was probably the most popular of the clubs frequented by guys into that kind of erotica, Leather Knights.
Dressed in tight leather pants, a leather jacket, boots and a leather cop style hat that were all as black as ink, I wore a skin tight white t-shirt that made a stark contrast to the rest of my attire. I entered the club and took a stand at the bar. The barman greeted me with a friendly smile and produced the cold beer I ordered. ‘Not seen you in here before,’ he said. I told him that I was new in town and had heard that this was a good place to hook up with people in the porno movie industry.
‘You need to speak with the boss,’ he said and he directed me to an office at the top of the stairs behind the bar. I knocked on the office door and was told to enter. The guy that the barman had referred to as the boss was seated behind a desk that was set across the corner opposite the door. He asked my business and I told him that I was hoping to make contact with a director or producer in the porno industry.
‘Gay or hetro?’ he asked.
‘Would I be here if I was into hetro stuff?’ I replied. ‘I’m gay and into bondage.’
‘Take off your jacket,’ he said. ‘So I can see more of your physique.’ I removed my leather jacket and threw it over the back of a chair. He got up from behind the desk and cast an admiring eye over my body. I have to say I was much younger in those days and I worked on my body at the gym. I was not a muscle freak but was in real good shape. He pushed me backwards so that I was stretched over the desk, my head hanging over the opposite side.
‘Just testing your reaction,’ he said. He pushed up my shirt and I felt his tongue plow a wet trail from my navel to my collar bone. His teeth proceeded to nip my flesh and my nipples in turn. I have to admit that I did not find the experience unpleasant. He continued to run his tongue all over my upper body and I felt his weight on top of me as he stretched up to kiss me on the lips.
‘You’ll get plenty of this if you want to be a porno star,’ he said. His hands found my belt and unfastening the buckle, he pulled the belt free of my pants. He plunged his hand down the top of my pants and grabbed my dick. I was already firming up and I saw him smile as he groped around in my underwear. My zipper was tugged down and my dick pulled free of my briefs. His tongue was now applied to my cock, first the head and then along the shaft, he licked my shaved balls and used his teeth to pull down on my ball sack. He continued to lick my shaft and then took it into his mouth.
I gasped and made all the usual ‘Oh fuck... Oh my God... Oh yes...’ sounds that guys make in the porno action shots. He seemed impressed. He grabbed my pants and whipped them down to my ankles; my boots prevented them coming right off. That did not concern him as he pushed my legs up so that my knees were up against my chest, my feet waving in the air. I could hear items from the desk falling to the floor as he rimmed my ass, his tongue must have been longer than the average as it found its way deep inside me. His belt buckle made a ringing sound as it hit the floor when he dropped his pants. He gasped as his pushed his firm erection into my spit slicked hole.
Yet more items fell from the desk as he plunged deeper and deeper into me. He pressed his thumbs hard into my flesh as he held me from moving across his desk as he forced himself ever harder into me. He jerked on my cock until I came which acted as a signal for him to pull out of my ass and jerk on his own cock until he came over my cock and balls. He worked our juices together with his fingers and proceeded to lick my body clean. Only then did he let me get up from the desk.
I watched him pull up his pants and crush his still hard cock back inside them as I adjusted my own clothes. I guess I passed my audition! I was introduced to a number of guys who did make films with the late Jules Fern and was to learn that everyone had fled from the shoot when Fern suddenly had a seizure and died as one of the ‘actors’ was a few days short of his eighteenth birthday and it would have led to trouble had the authorities been aware of the boy’s presence. The investigation was closed and no prosecutions were made. My own film career got no further than the audition!
'Well that was some story!' Scott exclaimed. George agreed saying, 'That may have been an undercover assignment but you did not stay covered for long! Nice story Aiden!'
), I'm not exactly a stranger to funeral homes, including the 'non-public' areas, and what goes on there. 
