Chapter 605 – An Exciting Evening of Espionage
We had a leisurely evening with Kyle in attendance on Tuesday night, his sitting at the counter with Blake and me. We did have Ethan and Dustin also with us, looking nice and hot in their briefs, and thinking Kyle looked rather hot in his. I had to admit he did, and I didn’t mind looking at him either. Ethan and Dustin were actually serious about studying tonight, not pestering each other about their sexual concerns, which was a relief. When they went to take a leak together, and one only knows what else they were doing to one another as they did, I told Kyle having him around brought peace to the apartment.
Zach came out of his bedroom to check on everyone, taking a break. He hugged Kyle from behind, asking him how he was. Kyle grabbed Zach’s arms and held them to his chest. “I’m okay here with you guys, and Blake is spending the night, which is always comforting, so I’ll be fine. Just dreading what’s coming, as you can well expect,” Kyle replied. Blake and I sighed.
“Well, you have all of us to support you and Cam. You know we’re here anytime you need to be with us. You just have to take one day at a time, and eventually the pain goes away,” Zach told him. Kyle patted Zach’s arms, telling him everyone had been so wonderful with everything in his life, and he loved us all. Zach gave him an extra hug before going in the kitchen and grabbing some ice tea. “Where’s our two confused love birds?” Zach asked, noting that Ethan and Dustin were obviously missing.
“I think they’re playing with each other’s dicks in the bathroom, from last I heard,” I joked. Zach rolled his eyes.
“I’m going to play with their dicks and rip them off if they don’t get their shit together,” Zach humorously replied. We all thought that might be an appropriate solution.
Just then, Garth and Dylan emerged from their bedroom. Garth had his laptop with him, all excited. “Okay, boys, I got some good stuff this time. I think I figured out what these guys are talking about,” he said excitedly. “Going back for a few months with these fake emails they tried to hide, these guys have been entertaining young ladies it seems. Not only that, but they’ve been setting them up in hotel rooms for other friends personal amusement. They talk about them as Bambi and Trixie, referring to them as dogs, but dogs don’t suck cock. They may smell your crotch like Iggy does, but they don’t usually suck cock,” Garth proclaimed. Okay, so we followed him so far. “There are times and dates set up for appointments. They refer to the clients as friends of the three amigos. I take that to mean Hastings, Dickerson and Aikens, because those are the only three on the email stream they have going, but under reversed names. You’d swear they were putting together faculty meetings or something, but I have to believe as late at night as these appointments are, they aren’t talking curriculum. Maybe talking about sex education or something similar, but not academic studies,” Garth suggested. We were all intrigued.
Ethan and Dustin came back laughing, interrupting our meeting of the minds. ‘You guys rape each other in there or what?” Zach asked them. Ethan was red with embarrassment.
“Dustin tried to fuck me, that’s what. He pulled down my briefs and tried to fuck me up against the wall,” Ethan replied. Dustin did look guilty as hell.
“And, you had a problem with that?” Zach asked. “Sounds to me like a good time.”
“We’re supposed to be studying. I can’t help it if he’s horny,” Ethan replied.
“Well maybe the two of you shouldn’t piss together with your weenies hanging out for each of you to play with the others, which is what it sounded like was happening. Hell, both of you still have a semi. Something went on in there,” Zach replied. They both looked guilty as hell.
“I have an idea. Why don’t the two of you pack up, go back to the house and fuck up a storm, as you’ve put in your time tonight studying and you’re obviously horny, so go fuck and have a good time. We have some serious business to discuss, and don’t want to be distracted,” I suggested. Did I ever get the look from those two, but Zach was smiling along with Blake. Garth and Dylan just thought they were being obnoxious.
“Well, I guess we got told where to go,” Ethan remarked.
“Hey, you couldn’t have been offered a better deal than what Josh just suggested, if you ask me,” Zach commented. They decided it was probably a good time to go, as they did seem horny and my suggestion did seem to resonate with them. We just chit chatted until they finally gave us all hugs and took off. I told both of them I loved them before they left, which seemed to calm them down some. They finally left us in private to continue our discussion.
“I never saw two guys that were so screwed up as to their emotions about one another that can’t seem to keep their hands off one another,” Zach commented. We all had to laugh about that one.
“Now, where were we before our two oversexed love birds, that can’t handle each other emotionally, interrupted us?” Garth asked. I told him he was just about to tell us what was going on and who was involved. “Right. Anyway, they talk about getting candy delivered for refreshments referring to S&S catering the meetings at the motels with the entertainment. Guys, they have to be referring to Simon and Spence delivering drugs to their orgies they set up. I can’t understand these guys. They love fucking young girls but when they aren’t fucking the girls, they piss all over one another, supposedly, or have the girls piss on them in Hastings’ basement. I’d love to know where Mrs. Hastings is in all of this. Oh, and by the way, these emails ended when Simon and Spence got arrested. The meetings at the motels ended also. Sounds suspiciously like everything shut down. I have dates and times of these meetings. In each case S&S catered these events. I looked up all the catering places in town and surrounding areas and there isn’t anything remotely related to initials or names of S&S. That has to be Simon and Spence, guys,” Garth said rather excitedly.
We had barely got into this conversation when Clay walked in, back from the studio earlier. “Hey, guys, what’s everyone up to?” he asked. We all seemed to freeze in place. “Everything okay? What you got doing there, Garth. You find something new, as I need material to keep this story alive and incriminate these assholes,” Clay continued. I know we all stood there with our dropped jaws wondering if we should say anything, but we looked stupid as hell. “Okay, what gives. You guys look guilty as hell,” he finally said, trying to break our silence. We finally smiled.
“Well, as a matter of fact, Garth I think I hit the motherload for what you’d love to hear. But, we were afraid to clue in you because knowledge is powerful, and if not treated the right way, could get you killed. We deeply care about you, Clay, and don’t want you to go out and report a bunch of stuff half-cocked, and get yourself killed,” I told him.
“Screw that shit, tell me what you got. I promise to use this information wisely until the proper authorities can verify the information,” he said, noting we were all looking at him rather skeptically. “I swear, guys. Just tell me what you’ve got,” he practically begged he was so anxious to get the goods on Hastings and Dickerson, but didn’t have any idea we had Aikens now. I told him to strip to his briefs and get comfortable, as I wanted to see his cock get hard when we told him what we were about to tell him. That got a big grin out of him, and he quickly stripped. “You get me too excited, and I’m liable to jerk off right in front of you and cum all over you guys,” he chided. Zach said he was all for that. I rolled my eyes.
We let Garth spend the next few minutes brining him up to speed as to where we were. I swear I didn’t see a boner on the boy, but he was definitely blown away by the information. “OMG, my dreams have come true. Aikens is in on something, which is why he worked me over so hard threatening me with termination if I didn’t let up. No wonder the asshole was concerned. He could give a shit about truthful journalism. He’s covering up for those boys and himself, it seems. Son of a bitch,” Clay exclaimed. I patted him on the back.
“How come you came back so early. Weren’t you doing a special segment tonight on something?” I asked. He gave me a weird look.
“Aikens told me to take the night off, as his supposed protégé would do my report tonight. I heard him say they were going to some special event tonight after the newscast, and he wanted her to look especially nice. He said she’d find it in our wardrobe department in her locker. I happen to know the lock on her locker can be jimmied, as it used to be my locker at one time, so I did a little investigation myself before I left since they were in the newsroom supposedly putting her report on the teleprompter. I saw the skimpiest bra and panties I’d ever seen, not that I’ve seen many at all, mind you. Actually, I’ve never seen real ones, just ones in magazines, like Playboy and the such. Yeh, I was curious when I was younger. Sorry, I wasn’t looking at dicks back then,” he chided, somewhat apologizing for looking at titties and cunts. Hey, to each his own. “Anyway, I just thought they were going to a motel to fuck, but I heard Aikens say the others would be totally impressed with what she’d be wearing. I swear guys, she might as well be naked. That was see-thru material. I’m wondering if she’s a hooker or what. She’s obviously going to make some guys happy tonight for sure. I mean she’s not that great at reporting, so maybe she has better skills that involve skimpy bras and panties,” Clay remarked.
“I’m thinking we need to get hold of Lucky and see if he can go undercover and follow them to see where they go,” I said, thinking out loud. “This might be a break to see who they meet and where they go,” I added.
“Do you think Lucky would do that?” Clay asked, somewhat excited about potential espionage work. I smiled.
“Wait. Garth, you said that the fake emails stopped when Simon and Spence got arrested, right?” I asked. Garth said that was true. What if they changed email servers and kept their own private email addresses but used the same fake names as they did on the ‘,edu’ server?” I asked.
“Didn’t think to look there, but we can. Just give me a few minutes. By the way, I had to torque up your WiFi just a little as it was kind of slow,” Garth mentioned. I asked how fast he made it. He told me it was now 100 times faster than it was.
“Good grief, no wonder we were getting instant responses when sending emails and searching the web,” I replied. Garth just looked up at me and smiled, as his fingers whipped through the keyboard in search of something.
“Oh, by the way, no one can see what we do on the web anymore. Everything coming out of here is encrypted, giving us better security than the banks even,” he informed us. We all shook our heads.
“Hey, between the WiFi speeds and the encryption, we can watch all kinds of gay porno for free and download an entire two-hour porno in a matter of seconds and no one knows we were there,” Dylan gloated.
“Is that even legal?” I asked, somewhat skeptical. Garth smiled.
“No one said we couldn’t and didn’t ask for us to pay, so we just grabbed it. Oh, and it was pretty hot too. Dylan and I had some fun after that one. Learned a few things watching it also,” Garth bragged. I swear we were all stunned.
“Wait, how can you get Dickerson’s private email since it’s not on a university server where you have access?” Clay asked, which I thought was an extremely intelligent question. Garth just smiled.
“So, I grabbed his IP address from his personal computer when he sent an email from his home desktop, sending a legitimate work related email. He used his home computer regularly for work and monkey business. I captured his home computer IP address and then hacked into it so I can see his private emails also,” Garth replied, smiling from ear to ear.
“Is that even legal?” I asked this time. Garth smiled, saying once again, no one told him he couldn’t, and no one stopped him. We all rolled our eyes.
“Well, lookie here. Mr. Dick is being naughty tonight. Such a bad boy,” Garth said, as he was obviously interested in what he was reading. “Okay, no need for Lucky boy to tail them tonight, as I’ll tell you where our three favorite boys are going to be with Aikens’ young protégé. They’re at the No-Tell Motel out on the east end of town, out by the highway where truckers layover when they run out of hours. Did you guys know that Motel spelled backwards was Letom? Guess someone is going to let them fuck that protégé tonight good,” Garth reported.
“There isn’t a No-Tell motel out there, is there?” I asked. Garth laughed.
“No, I made that up, but that’s essentially what the damn place is. The yard lizards hang out there for the truckers. They rent their rooms by the hour,” Garth replied, getting a smile from Dylan, who I thought was amazed by the way Garth was telling the story.
“And you know this how?” I asked, somewhat concerned. Gath smiled from ear to ear.
“Hey now, don’t ask too many personal questions, Josh. If you really want to know, that’s where Dylan and I used to go to fuck a time or two, or three of four, but who kept count. That way he could get a shower and clean up some afterwards. That was a special treat for him when he was working the streets before he moved into this mansion we have here,” Garth chided. Again, I shook my head. “Get Lucky boy on the phone, and see if he can work some surveillance on the place. It’s the Motel 7 out on route 49. He’ll know where it is, I’m sure. From the email that our buddy Aikens sent, there’s going to be a few boys in attendance. Hope they got the deluxe suite for $29.00 a night, or maybe that’s the hourly rate. I don’t remember, other than it was cheap,” Garth remarked. He was blowing us away with his skills and street smarts.
“Damn, if I’d have met you earlier, I could have won a Pulitzer by now. As talented as you are, you could probably find out where Jimmy Hoffa is buried,” Clay teased. Garth looked at him and smiled.
“Done that already, years ago. I’ll let you know someday,” Garth replied, to our amazement.
I called Lucky’s personal cell phone. “Hey, what’s up, Josh?” Lucky answered. I asked him if he was on duty or poking Marvin tonight. He reminded me it was Tuesday night, and Marvin was sleeping with the cows back in his hometown tonight. He said he was on patrol. I asked if he was by himself or had a partner with him. He said he was solo tonight, as it was always slow on Tuesday night. I told him what we had going, and asked if he might take a peek to see if he could see who all showed up at the Motel 7. Lucky laughed. “Josh, that’s full of truckers and yard lizards. You really think that someone like Hastings, Dickerson and that other guy you said, are going to be there with all that going on?” he asked. I told him we had good intel, Garth giving me a thumbs up. “Well, shit. I’ll check it out for you, but I’m going to get my truck as I don’t want to scare all the yard lizards away, as those truckers need some loving too,” Lucky joked. I told him to steer clear of the lizards unless he found a particularly nicely hung one. He said the Motel 7 wasn’t the place for that action. I told him not to be too sure, looking over at Garth and Dylan. “Okay, buddy, I’ll check it out, but I’ll do it in my pickup truck, so I can blend in. I don’t need to be seen in a marked patrol car out there for sure. I better put my jeans and boots on also, just in case I have to get out,” he advised me. I told him to be careful and to make sure he was armed. He told me to leave the police work to him.
“Hey, Lucky, I don’t want any part of that beautiful manly body of yours getting rearranged or torn up, so just observe, and if you can get pictures of any of the three, that would be awesome,” I suggested. Lucky said he had no idea what Aikens looked like, but he sure as hell knew what Hastings and Dickerson looked like. He wouldn’t miss those two if he saw them. Garth told me the meet time was 10:45, after the late-night news. Lucky said he’d be there in plenty of time to see who showed up.
Clay was so excited he could hardly stand it. “Easy, big guy. We still can’t prove they were doing anything illegal or underhanded. Surely, your news info-babe is of age, isn’t she?” I asked Clay.
“Oh, hell yes, but she doesn’t strike me as the type to pull a train with a bunch of old men. They must have to put something in her drink or drug her or something to make her willingly take on those creepy guys,” Clay replied. “Shit, I’d get a stiffy to be there with a cameraman tonight to shoot them as they come out of the motel,” Clay said, almost too excited. I reached over and felt his cock and balls through his briefs, making him smile, his junk doing a nice job of filling up my hand in his flaccid state.
“Not there yet, but I sense some stiffness coming on,” I joked. Clay chuckled.
“We nail these guys and I’ll pull a train, but just with you guys,” he joked.
“No shit. Now there’s a dick I’d like my ass to meet,” Garth said, excitedly. Dylan told Garth, he’d take on any dick, so what was he talking about. Garth shook his head, still searching for more emails. “Gees, guys there seems to be several of these parties lately from the number of these recent emails. I’d say these guys are partying once a week at least. So much for the poker games in Hastings’ basement. I’d say these boys might have become regulars at the Motel 7. I wonder what name they registered under. Who is the lucky guy that actually registered for the room, I wonder?” Garth asked himself. “Give me a minute and I might be able to find out,” he added.
“How are you going to do that?” I had to ask, with Clay curious also. Garth smiled.
“I’m going to send them an email to ask them if they have any rooms available for tonight. When they send me a reply, I’ll have their IP address and then I can hack into their computer server to see who registered for this evening, see if any name we recognize pops up, or maybe a fictitious name that stands out,” Garth replied, as he typed away.
Sure enough, five minutes later, he had a reply there were a few rooms available, and asked if he wanted to book one. Garth said he had them now. It seemed like he wore his keyboard out typing furiously, but after a few minutes, he announced his successful entrance into their computer system. “You’d think these guys would have better security on their system, but I guess if you run a sleazebag motel, you probably don’t care. That system was made to hack into, almost inviting me in,” Garth remarked.
“Don’t some systems trace back anyone that happens to breach their security systems?” I asked. Garth looked up at me and smiled, but only for a brief second as he was busily running through the motel’s registration list, to our amazement.
“Some systems definitely trace any intruders that happen to breach their security systems, but I have a program running in the background that thwarts all that, sending their systems all over the world, making it look like the North Koreans breached their system. Those crazy commies are always trying to hack into something, so we might as well let them have the credit,” Garth chided, still typing away like crazy.
“Unbelievable. I’m glad you’re on our side, and I trust you’ll build a great security system for our corporate IT,” I stated. He looked up at me and smiled again.
“Probably one on par with the Pentagon, I’d say. Trust me, ours will be bulletproof when I get done with it. We have decent protection now, but I want the best, and you will have the best when I’m done with it,” Garth informed us. “Okay, gentlemen, and I use the term loosely. We have a few names for consideration here around the time they’re supposed to be there. We have a reservation for an arrival at 10:45 actually under the name of, damn, I can’t believe he used his own name. Duncan Maxwell, does that ring a bell with any of you guys?” Garth asked. I rolled my eyes.
“That’s our real estate professor that left town, the one that Hastings and Dickerson were abusing. How the hell could they use his name? Don’t they have to have a drivers license to register at a motel?” I asked. Garth almost laughed.
“Fake ID, Josh. I mean they’re a dime a dozen. I can make you one from any state you want and make it so clean no one will ever know, unless you skip without paying. They probably pay in cash or a credit card linked to a fake company of sorts,” Garth suggested.
“Damn, Garth, you’re starting to scare me with all this clandestine knowledge you have. You sure you aren’t a spy for some foreign country or something?” I teasingly questioned. Garth laughed.
“That would be kind of fun, but I love hanging with you guys too much to get involved in all that crazy cloak and dagger stuff. This is more fun electronically spying on your buddies and their girlfriends. Speaking of which, the bewitching hour is upon us. Check with Lucky to see if he’s in place,” Garth suggested.
“Yes, captain,” I said, as I called Lucky’s cell. “Anything yet, buddy?” I asked Lucky when he picked up.
“Damn, I didn’t realize how busy this place is about this time of night. I swear there are a lot of sleazeballs hanging around the place. The doors open to the outside, so if they go into a room, I’ll be able to see them,” Lucky replied. “Whoops, here comes a car now turning in. I’m a few rows back in the parking lot, but I can see all the room doors from where I am both upstairs and downstairs. There’s a guy and a girl getting out of the car. I’ll run the plates to see who the vehicle is registered to,” Lucky said, having me on speaker as he said he had his night camera out to take pictures. “I have to admit, this is more fun than I’ve had since I staked out Spence and Simon’s place and watched all the drug dealers in town come and go and some very young girls. Okay, a guy I didn’t recognize just went in to register at the desk. The girl stayed right outside the door. She’s smoking a cigarette and looks very nervous. Oops, two more cars pulled in a row behind me. Oh, shit, these two guys I do recognize. We have one Hastings and one Dickerson walking up and waiting outside the office. Okay, now the other guy is coming out and joining Dickerson and Hastings. The four of them are heading to a room. They went up the stairs so the room is on the second floor. Looks like room 207, from what I can see. Okay, they went inside, so I can’t see what’s going on now,” Lucky said.
“We need to see how long they stay. You could be there awhile. Is that okay with you?” I asked.
“Are you kidding? Normally, I’m bored out of my mind on Tuesday nights, but tonight this should be fun. I got plenty of good pictures of the four of them together so if we can tie them to anything tonight, we at least have proof they were together in a sleazy motel room,” Lucky chided. “This might be awhile, so I’ll call you back if something unusual pops up or when they leave,” Lucky told us.
“Okay, so we know there is definitely a relationship between Hastings, Dickerson and Aikens and that new bimbo, Shelley that Aikens hired. What a waste that one is. She must fuck good is all I can say, because she’s almost brain dead as far as trying to talk to her. Everything has to be on the teleprompter, or she doesn’t know what to say. Aikens types everything into the teleprompter for her, as I don’t think she can even type,” Clay told us. He no more than said what he did, then Lucky called us back.
“Hey, Josh, there were two more men that showed up and walked up to room 207. They didn’t enter the room, but handed one of the guys in the room a small case of something, looking like a shaving kit, from what I could see. It looks like whoever took possession of the small case, handed the two guys an envelope. Now, if I was to guess, I’d say, I just witnessed a drug deal. I didn’t recognize the two guys that delivered the package, but I’d say one of them was packing some heat, by the way he was walking and holding his hand behind his back when the so-called transaction took place. I saw where they parked, and I got plate numbers so I’ll run that plate and see what turns up,” Lucky told us. “Other than that, the four are still there in the room and the two men have left. This is getting more interesting by the minute. How did you guys know this shit was going to happen tonight? Where did you get your information?” Lucky asked.
“It’s a long story. Remind me to fill you in sometime,” I said, tongue in cheek. “Anyway, we had a hunch this might happen, as Clay just got back from the studio and suspected that his boss, which we assume is the guy that came with the woman, was taking the woman, who we suspect to be a journalism intern there at the station, somewhere for sex. Clay sensed they might like to party, and he stumbled upon where they might be going, which is why we asked you to take a look for us. We think Hastings, Dickerson and Aikens, Aikens being the one you didn’t recognize, who is the producer of Live 5 News, are somehow involved in meeting once a week to party with this young lady or other young ladies. We suspect, and this is just speculation at this time, there may be drugs involved, which is maybe what you just witnessed. You said, yourself, you thought that might be what was taking place. I’m sure the state AG’s office might like this information, which might result in a formal investigation, as you already know what kind of shit Hastings and Dickerson are involved with,’ I explained.
“Damn, this could get very interesting then. I’ll get as many pictures as I can then to see if we can detect anything else I might have captured in the pics that I missed seeing,” Lucky replied. I told him I was proud of him. He said he needed to get back to surveilling, but would call if anything else interesting came up.
A few minutes later, Lucky called back. “I ran the plates on the two guys that showed up. You are not going to believe this, but the vehicle was registered to none other than Weinstein and Seward Construction company. That only makes sense if somehow they’re involved with your three guys. We know they were for payoffs to Dickerson, with Hastings involved, but what would they have to do with the three of them at a sleazebag motel on a Tuesday night?” Lucky asked somewhat rhetorically.
“You don’t think they’re still involved in their sons’ drug business, do you?” I asked.
“Would they be that stupid?” Lucky asked. I sighed.
“Are the out-of-town lawyers still in town?” I asked.
“From what I’ve heard down at the station, they’re still here, probably trying to shake Weinstein and Seward down to get back the money the boys lost when we confiscated their inventory,” Lucky guessed.
“Maybe the old men took up the business to get the heat from these outsiders off the boys?” I asked. Lucky said he guessed that was possible, even more possible if the Weinstein and Seward were in business with the boys to begin with. I’ll talk to Conner tomorrow and tell him what we discovered. I’m sure he’ll know what to do from there,” Lucky replied.
While Lucky continued to surveil the motel, we discussed all kinds of theories as to what all was going on. Lucky called back about an hour later. “Okay, these dudes must not have much staying power, because they’re all leaving. I guess when you get old like that your balls shrivel up and you don’t have much juice,” Lucky chuckled. I told him he was bad, but would be there someday so not to make fun of old guys. He told me he was just kidding.
“I don’t suppose you could get into that room to see if you can detect what was going on, could you?” I asked. There was silence on his end. Finally he spoke.
“You want me to break into a motel room and see all the garbage they left behind. What, you want semen samples or something?” Lucky asked, chuckling.
“No, silly, just check to see if the bed is messed up or if you can find any indication of drug use, that kind of stuff. I can’t believe they’d go to all that trouble for a lousy meeting if something more nefarious wasn’t involved. Get my point?” I asked.
“Yes, dear, I get your point. I have a better idea, other than breaking in. In this place, as soon as the current occupants vacate a room, housekeeping cleans it up, as they might turn these rooms over two or three times a night. I’ll wait for housekeeping to show up and act like I left something in the room, then go in with them. That’ll work,” Lucky suggested. I told him that was genius. He reminded me he was a cop. I told him I knew that and really liked his gun, making him laugh. He teased me saying he missed my gun. I told him he had Marvin’s gun now and didn’t need mine anymore. He said mine was still special to him, and he wouldn’t mind a reunion sometime during the week when Marvin wasn’t in town. I told him, I’d see what I could do sometime. He told me he just liked fucking with me, then he followed that up by saying, ‘literally’, making me laugh. “Gotta go, as housekeeping is making her way there with her cart,” he said, then quickly hung up.
I told the guys what Lucky was doing. They couldn’t believe what all we discovered tonight, and how it was actually going down. I lauded Garth for his talents on finding information.
“Garth is a real invasion of privacy guru for sure,” Dylan commented. There was no doubt in any of our minds as to that fact. Garth gave Dylan a quick kiss for that comment. Garth stretched his arms in the air and wiggled his fingers, trying to relax them from all the furious typing he had done. I hadn’t noticed the large patches before of dark pit hair the boy had.
“Damn, Garth, you have some serious dense pit hair there, boy,” I teased. Garth smiled, then showed it off to us. “Kind of sexy for sure,” I commented.
“One of his outstanding characteristics I love about him,” Dylan commented. “Love to run my nose that those dense patches of pit hair. Damn, can that ever make my cock hard,” Dylan chided, with Garth smiling from ear to ear.
“Yeh, he even chews on it and pulls it with his teeth sometimes. Gets my dick nice and hard too,” Garth confessed, as he ran his fingers through his dense pit hair.
“He’s my little furry creature. I just love running my fingers through his chest hair on his small body. He’s just hairy all over and I can’t get enough of it. Damn good thing he wasn’t in that motel room tonight fucking or forensics would have a field day with all the hair follicles he’d leave behind. I swear he has his own buil- in sweater growing on him,” Dylan chided.
“We all think he’s adorable, and damn if he isn’t talented with is computer. Unbelievable talent there,” I said, with all the guys agreeing.
Jake finally came out of the bedroom to get some ice tea. “What’s going on?” he asked, oblivious to what all was happening. I told Jake we were just admiring Garth’s hairy chest and pit hair. Jake chuckled, accusing us of being bent. We all openly admitted to that fact. Then I told him we were on a stakeout. “Okay, now I know you’re bent,” he joked. We explained to him what all we’d done and what was going on. He couldn’t believe it at first. Then Lucky called back.
“So, did you find anything interesting or of value?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Not unless you count three used condoms with old men sperm in them interesting and valuable,” he replied. I told him there were some good DNA samples in there. He wasn’t amused. “I held my nose and bagged them for evidence in case we need them for something later. The cleaning lady didn’t see me bag them, so no one knows what I came for and collected. Oh, and the sheets were all messed up. There was definitely a party going on here for sure. I didn’t find any drugs or any evidence of any that I could tell, as I was supposedly looking for a good luck charm I thought slipped off my neck. She just smiled when I said that. I gave her $10 to forget she ever saw me here. You know what she told me? She said she made a ton of money for her discreetness, as there were a lot of guys like me that came and went within hours. Apparently, there are a lot of clandestine rendezvous in this place and confidentiality is well rewarded. Oh, and the dumb fucks didn’t even leave housekeeping a tip, the tightwads. I’m glad I gave her a tip then, as I’m sure she works hard cleaning up sexual messes,” Lucky informed us.
“So where did you find the condoms?” I asked.
“Wrapped up in some tissue in the trash. I had to sift through the trash to find them. I always look at the trash as most perps think no one looks there, not wanting to go through their messy shit. That’s why I always carry a pair of vinyl gloves with me. Sure glad I did. There was poop on the outside of one of the condoms. I wonder if they sodomized that girl or if they had fun with one another. Who knows? I don’t’ have a reason for forensics to analyze these, but I know a guy that works there, and I can ask him if the poop was male or female at least,” Lucky stated.
“Yuk. I guess you could, not that it would tell us all that much. But, maybe it would,” They could have been fucking her in both holes at one time, I guess. Poor girl,” I replied.
“Josh, she wasn’t resisting the three when they went to their room. I’m pretty sure she could have walked away. You say she works with Clay at the TV station?” Lucky asked. I told him that was true. “Have Clay nose around through her stuff there to see if he can find any evidence of drugs or drug use. That might help us understand what’s going on,” Lucky suggested. I told him I would. “Okay, I’m off work in a half-hour, so I’m going home soon, then call Marvin. We’re having phone sex tonight,” Lucky said, rather excitedly. I told him to enjoy himself, but if he wanted some real sex, he could come over here. He laughed, saying he’d already had his excitement with us tonight, but would see us tomorrow night for Ladies’ Night. I told him we looked forward to it.
I discussed what Lucky had suggested with the guys, asking Clay to nose around at work to see if he could find any evidence his new intern might be using drugs of some type. He said he knew he could get into her locker and could see what hey could find. I told him to be especially careful not to give anyone any indication or clue as to our looking int them. He said he would definitely be careful.
It was late and we were all tired. Blake and Kyle said they thought they’d head back to Kyle’s. Kyle said he was sure Dale was staying over tonight, as he and Cam were just too excited about tomorrow. I could understand their excitement. Before Blake and Kyle got dressed, I hugged each of them in their underwear, our bare chests up against one another, our junk up pressed together, separated only by the thin cotton of our briefs, feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies. I squeezed their ass cheeks as I hugged them, making them chuckle some, but still enjoy the brief intimacy. Jake, Garth, Dylan and Clay hugged them also, not as sexy as I hugged them, however.
Garth and Dylan headed to bed, as they were way later than their normal bedtime. I told them I hoped we didn’t cut into their fuck time. Dylan said they could do that anytime, so no worries. Jake and I gave them both big hugs. I had to run a hand over Garth’s furry chest, just to enjoy the rug he had on his front side. He said it felt good. I told him it felt great to me. H teased that my dick would feel great also if it was up his ass. I told him we’d get to that sometime. He promised to hold Jake and I to that. Clay was going to stay up a while longer and go over his notes. I told him to make sure no one ever saw those other than him and us. He said he’d keep them here and not take them to the newsroom. I gave him a big hug also. He held me tight.
“Thank you for all you’ve done to help me with this story, and bring these assholes to justice. All this time, I just thought Aikens was just a prick, but now that I know he’s tied in with Hastings and Dickerson, the thought of which makes me sick. I just hope I can keep from telling him off before they haul him away. I’m going to have to bite my tongue for sure,” Clay remarked. I told him we’d get them soon enough. Clay said he could only hope so.
Jake and I snuggled up against one another after getting naked and crawling in bed. “I can’t believe you had Lucky running around all over the place tonight spying on the bad guys,” Jake commented. I chuckled.
“Hey, the more we can get on these guys the better it will be. Something has to stick and put them away,” I told Jake.
“The law will finally catch them, Josh. We just need to be careful the bad guys don’t catch us first. We need to be careful. Lucky was out there by himself running solo. We don’t want to endanger him either,” Jake relied, although tenderly as he squeezed my ass cheek, then kissed me. That ended the conversation at least, but not the noises coming from our mouths. Those sounds were hot to say the least, letting each of us know how well we were satisfying the other. We did that extremely well, actually.
“So I guess you were too tired to come help last night at the house,” Rod said, as he met us for coffee at the SU before Marketing on Wednesday morning. I smiled.
“Actually, we had quite an interesting evening working on something important to all of us, anyway. Did you guys make any headway?” I asked. Rod smiled.
“Actually, as a matter of fact, we did. We got all the drywall up in Tyler’s room, including the ceiling. Made a heck of a mess, but he’s moved into Tink’s room while we finish up his. Maybe tomorrow night we can throw some mud on the walls and get that going. Once we get his room finished, I can move into Tink’s room while we do mine. We’re saving Lonnie’s for last. I told him we weren’t touching his room until he cleaned it up and fumigated in there. I told him if he ever took Ginny in there to screw, she’d probably never want to see him again. I have to say, Tyler and Tink keep the neatest rooms, well Tink when he was living with us. Guess he still does at the house. He was always meticulous about cleaning,” Rod informed us.
“Well Josh can’t help you tomorrow night, Rod, he’s getting his legs shaved for a swimming match on Friday afternoon, him and Andy,” Trevor announced.
“Seriously? Oooo, Josh, do you have to do that?” Rod asked, making a disgusting face. I smiled.
“Got to get as streamlined as we can get. Smoothness eliminates seconds off our time,” I explained.
“How do you even do that? I know the girls do, but how do guys shave their legs?” Rod asked, having a hard time wrapping his head around such an act.
“Very carefully, so you don’t nick yourself or worse, cut off your pee pee and balls,” I explained. Rod made an even worse face at that comment. We shave what we can, then have help on the back sides of our legs. We’re having a shaving party of all of us on the team tomorrow night to get ready. There’s Andy, Zach, Ethan, Aiden and me. Oh, and I guess Les is coming also, the one whose ass you fucked in your gay porno video you made.” Before I could even finish my sentence. Rod stopped me saying he got it, and didn’t have to be reminded of it.
“Andy says I can’t come as I’ll be a distraction, Josh. What do you say?” Trevor asked. I shook my head chucking.
“Andy is one smart dude, Trev. He knows you better than any of us. If he says you’ll be a distraction, then I have to believe him. We don’t need extra guys fucking around when we have razor blades out and we’re shaving close to our private parts,” I assured him. He looked so disappointed.
“Yeh, but I wouldn’t mind sitting on the bench seat and watching all that hot meat wandering around, bent over, trying to shave their masculinity off,” Trevor chided. I rolled my eyes.
“TMI!” Rod protested. “I’m sure you could live without those images running around in your head.” We all chuckled.
“Hey, speak for yourself, Rod. We all have a great time together in that regard. You just haven’t discovered the fun you’re missing in life. One of these days you’ll wake up, we can only hope,” Trevor replied.
Rod shook his head, telling Trevor, “That will never happen. Trust me on that,” he replied. “I’ll take a pussy any and every day.” Trevor told hm he was really missing out if that was his attitude.
Mary Ann said she was excited tonight was Ladies’ Night, telling us she, and the girls, wouldn’t miss it for the world. She wanted to know if Johan was going to be there again. I told her, absolutely.
“That boy is so dreamy. Damn, are you sure he couldn’t be straight for at least one night to give a girl a thrill?” she asked, getting a big frown from Rod. I shook my head.
“You can always ask him. Maybe he’d like to experiment with the other side some. I can’t speak for him. Generally speaking, once you’re on our side, you don’t like going back. I mean when you’ve had the best sex of your life, why spoil it by settling for less,” I said, almost getting slapped by Mary Ann.
“Oh, honey, you spend the night with me for one night, and I just might break that gayness in you,” Em chided.
“I don’t’ like where this is going,” Rod chimed in. Mary Ann and I just smiled, then she gave me a hug and a kiss. “Oh, good grief. Leave my bud alone, Mary Ann,” Rod told her. She winked at Rod, as if to say she was making progress and could eventually seduce me. I could tell Rod was actually worried. Then I patted him on the back, telling him he had nothing to worry about. Still, I could tell he was concerned. Oh well.
“What did you do to Tyler when he stayed with you in Key West?” Em asked me. I got a puzzled look on my face.
“What the hell kind of question is that?” I asked, nervous as to where she might be going with that question.
“Sue said he’s been a little different since he’s been back, more serious than he was before. I thought maybe you had something to do with that,” Mary Ann replied. I wasn’t ready to hear something like that, and wasn’t sure where to go with it.
“We just worked for the most part as you know. We did have some great talks about life in general. I don’t know, maybe something we talked about got him to thinking. Who knows? Tyler’s a great guy. He’s deep and emotional in a way, very caring also. He’s a deep thinker for one thing. I know he really loves taking on the Victorian project. To him it’s a labor of love. Why, is he not as attentive to Sue as he was before?” I asked, not trying to pry too deeply to elicit more additional questions I wasn’t comfortable answering.
“No, she says he’s fine, and very attentive, but she can tell he’s deep in thought at times, something he never seemed to do before our trip,” Em replied.
“His mind is constantly thinking about the Victorian, I guess. He must have asked a million questions about the home while we were there, and he loved exploring the attic, trying to find clues about life in the past there,” I explained.
“So what were these letters about he found in the attic?” Mary Ann asked, somewhat shocking me. I tried not to act surprised and shocked she knew about them.
‘I think he found a lot of interesting information about that time period after the turn of the century. I’m not sure what all he found out about them, as he was reading some. I guess you’ll just have to ask him, as I haven’t read them, but he seemed particularly interested in them. He’s kind of a history buff. I found that out when we went exploring in the attic,” I replied.
“Man, it was so fucking hot up there. Lonnie and I were happy to get out of there. Don’t know how you guys stood the heat up there. One thing’s for sure, you guys were sweating like pigs, sweat dripping off of you everywhere with your shirts off, and your shorts soaked from ball sweat,” Rod chided.
“Damn, if it wasn’t hot up there, but everything we went through was so fascinating. We couldn’t get enough of that experience,” I told them as I thought about the hot sex Tyler and I had together in that attic. “Oh, you girls have to try on some of those old evening gowns we found in trunks up there. That would be crazy. Maybe you can use them for some kind of display in the lobby when we get the building restored,” I suggested. Mary Ann thought that might be kind of neat, representing the period of the time when the Victorian was built. At least she was off the ‘what made Tyler different’ questions.
At lunch, minus Cam, as he was taking his flight check ride with an FAA examiner at the time, I told Will, Jordan, Nate, Ken and Buzz what all we found out the night before. They were blown away at what Garth was able to uncover, and that we got Lucky to do a stakeout.
“Damn, I left you guys too soon. I should have hung around for the action,” Will replied, disappointed he missed out on our spy adventure. I told him I thought he had a date. He smiled. “Well, that too, but what you guys did sounds kind of exciting also,” Will replied. I told him I hoped his date was excited. “It was nice, very nice, I have to say. I enjoyed that too, but what you guys did was even more interesting. I wish I had been there,” Will replied, with a cute smile.
“I’ll fill you guys in when we get more information back. One thing is for sure, Aikens is involved with Hastings and Dickerson. No doubt about it. That’s why he was trying to squelch anything Clay was trying to report, trying to protect his friends.” I told them.
“Don’t forget, Jules is meeting with us tomorrow afternoon for us to go over the interrogatories we want him to present to C&S Bank in Chicago. We’re going to have to perp him some on how to ask questions without him getting the feeling he’s spying for us. He thinks this is his great opportunity to put a huge financial package together for us, so I’m sure he’ll give it everything he has to make that happen. The only thing he won’t know is that he’ll be getting information to help put Dickerson and Hastings away for money laundering, bribing a public official, and anything else we can nail them on. Plus, hopefully, he can get some inside skinny on how they hide money for their clients to keep it out of the eye of the IRS or anyone else looking for it. We have to be careful how we prompt him to ask those types of questions, as it makes us look like we have something to hide. Hopefully, they’ll share some of that information with him. He’s going to tell them we’d like to make a certain amount of money disappear, but be available to us when we need it. It’s kind of a risky question to ask, one a legitimate bank would tell you to go pound sand, but, hopefully, they can give us some insight as to how that might be done which is what the Feds are looking for. There has to be a secret set of books somehow to keep track of all that,” Jordan explained.
“What time is Jules going to be here?” Will asked, concerned. Jordan told him 1:00. “Okay, I’ll be here at the CNB interviewing interested facilities management partners all day tomorrow. Just make sure you don’t bring him over here. Tell him I’m out of town interviewing clients if he asks. I don’t want to see him, if you know what I mean,” Will stated rather emphatically. The rest of the guys smiled.
“Okay, Will. We’ll tell him you’re out of town on business,” Nate offered. “What if he stops into the bar to see Josh?” Nate asked.
“Hell, I’ll be in class or swim practice, so I won’t be here unless he sticks around for dinner. We can always distract him, and get Will out the back somehow. He sure as hell doesn’t know where Will lives, thankfully,” I replied. Will seemed pleased to hear we’d run interference for him.
“Guess I may have to spend that night at my boyfriend’s house if he tries to follow me. Can’t say that’d be all bad,” Will replied. He had an option there, one that Forest would be happy to accommodate, I had to think.
“Have you told him about Jules?” Blake asked, wondering if Forest was aware of Jules and how he treated Will.
“Yes, I’ve aired my dirty laundry in that regard. I feel like I can tell him everything, as he’s so understanding and caring. He knows all about the asshole,” Will replied.
“I’m sure Forest will be sympathetic to your cause then,” Blake replied. We all believed that.
“So we need to keep Jules away from Will tomorrow, but besides that, we need to make Jules feel like he’s really helping us by digging hard to get answers to the interrogatories we’ll be giving him. We need him to find out as much as he possibly can, even if he has to push the limits on this stuff,” Nate commented.
“So that means we have to play nice to Jules, I guess?” Will asked, not overly happy about the situation.
“We’ll play nice, and you can stay out of it if you like. But, if we see the need to help persuade the boy, then we might need you to play nice also, by getting you involved. We’re not asking you to sleep with him or anything, just be cordial and possibly talk to him, let him apologize to you, you know that type of ‘nice’,” Nate suggested. Will shook his head.
“You know, I’d just as soon he drop dead as far as I’m concerned,” Will replied. Nate smiled, as if that’s the answer he didn’t want to hear. “Okay, it’s like taking one for the team, but I mean it when I say, I’m not sleeping with the boy,” Will repeated.
Thad came and got me, telling me we had to go to Accounting. I told the boys it was a good meeting, then got up to leave to go to class. Just as I turned around to walk out with Thad, there was Jules, in the flesh smiling at me, then running up to me to give me a big hug.
“Josh, so great to see you again,” Jules said, as he embraced me. I almost shit myself as there was Will only a few feet away from me witnessing his ex-boyfriend give me a hug. ‘Fuck’ was all I could think.
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