Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2008 18:24:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crestwood 11

Crestwood 11

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.

We got Jon on the train first thing in the morning. I was pretty sure he
would sleep most of the way to Philadelphia. I made some calls and found
Vince and the police were busy. They had search warrants ready to go and
had R. Winston, Henry and Tiffany under 24 hour watch.  They also had
tapped their phones.

Glenn and I got back to Crestwood and found the Admiral was stirring up the
pot. He went to Tiffany and asked to rent the club room for his cocktail
party. He told her about his guest of honor, Sir Frederick Harter. He told
me she blanched when she heard his name. "I know this is very short notice,
but Emily was my dear friend.  She would have wanted this," he said.

The Admiral hand delivered invitations to everyone, including the staff.
He wanted to make sure everybody knew. The residents were all excited.
After Jon's death they needed a festive event. Most had seen him on
PBS. Even those who didn't were pleased to have a genuine English Knight.

I got Gus to move in with Admiral Green.  I wanted some extra
protection. He wasn't going to be alone in his house.

Sir Frederick did his part to increase the pressure on our suspects. He had
been out of public view for a decade. He gave a major interview on the
Today show.  He talked about modern art hoaxes and scams and described one
similar to the Crestwood scheme. He also got a Katie Couric interview on
the evening news.

The art historian was elderly, but handsome and authoritative. Katie asked
him if he was involved in a case now. He said no, but with a slight
hesitation. I admired the skill he showed. To most it was just a comment,
but it should have scared shitless the guilty parties.

Joe and Roy were doing their own investigations. They moved in different
circles from the police and Sir Frederic. Joe had decided the only way to
save the reputation of Crestwood and his development company was to go all
out helping. I told them of my conversation with Jon Jr. "He told his son
that he had discovered something and was going to do something about it. My
guess is he didn't know how far they would go. They killed him before he
had a chance to turn them in," I said.

"He should have acted faster," Joe said.

"I don't think he was the kind of man who had encountered anything like
that," I said. "He wasn't the suspicious type."

"Is our knight going to be safe?" Joe asked.

"I have an extra man with him," I said. "Your security guys, The Masdon
Group, have their best people here. Billy Masdon is loaded for bear. They
drugged one of his guards and tried to blame the first death on her."

"How about the food? Is Crestwood catering the party?" Joe said. "They
could slip him something."

"You are a suspicious guy!" I said. "The caterer is one of my friends.  The
waiters and several of the cooks are my operatives."

"The car?" Joe asked.  He was thinking about Jon's "accident".

"Rental limo from Richmond," I said.  Joe almost looked satisfied.

Two days later Admiral and Gus went off to the Richmond Airport to pick up
the elderly historian. The trap was set.

I was on grounds duty making sure the club house and office areas were in
condition suitable to receive Sir Frederick. Bill Davis was working on the
other side of the building.  Together we could see anyone who entered, or
left the area. The residents were a twitter.  Several ladies had gone off
to Richmond to get new dresses. Ira was in charge of decorating the
clubhouse.  He was into flowers big time. He was hyperactive, so not a
flower went into a vase he had not personally inspected and approved.

Sir Frederick arrived in the massive Limo and went to the Admiral's house.
He was to rest a while, then have a small dinner with the Admiral, Gus,
Joe, Mitch and Larry. Roy sent Henry and Tiffany home early. He told them
they would be needed the next day for the party.

At 7:30 I got call from Vince. The wire taps had apid off. One of the
resident's helpers had called Henry and gave him a report of the goings on
at Crestwood.  The man was a Philippino man named Gustavo.  He was one of
R. Winston's boys and apparently had been slipping information to Henry. He
was the one who had noticed I had been hanging around. Theoretically he was
a personal helper for a man who lived behind Mrs. Carlisle's house.

Masdon Enterprises took care of him. They called him to the security office
and turned him over to the police. Liz, the night guard took over taking
care of the elderly gentleman. I later found out Henry called Gustavo at
10:30. Liz got the phone and said Gustavo had been taken sick and was off
to the hospital.  Henry was disappointed and agitated. He wanted to know
which hospital, but Liz did her best I know nothing routine.

After dark I went to the Admiral's and met Sir Frederick. Gus had just
completed giving him the rundown on the forged paintings. Sir Frederick was
smaller in person than he was on television and he a quite pronounced Scots
accent. He reminded me of a Scottish Terrier. Like the Terrier, he was a
ratter, and Sir Frederick smelled a rat. His terrier like instincts were
hidden under an affable and polite exterior.  He was the kind of man I like
to hire.

At 10:00 I got a call telling me a moving van had arrived at the Miller
Galleries of Americana. Several men began to load the van as R. Winston
loaded his car with personal luggage.  He was going on a trip. The police
moved in.  His trip was to jail.

I spent the night at Crestwood. Glen had gone home, so I stayed with Mitch
and Larry in their hotel room. I had nothing to do until the next
morning. The police as well as the FBI and Immigration and Naturalization
agents were hard at work. R. Winston was potentially the missing link in
the China Queen mass murder. From what little I knew of R. Winston, I
didn't think it wouldn't take much for him to spill the beans.

We were all tired. While I was always up for some fun, when I got on the
bed I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Maybe Mitch and Larry
had some fun, but I was dead to the world. I woke at 6:00 the next morning
feeling good.

I went to the bath to shower. When I got out I noticed the door to the
adjoining suite was ajar. Joe and Roy were in that room. I heard some
voices muttering, so I went in. Joe was on a cell phone talking with Billy.
Nothing unusual happened at Crestwood that night.

Roy came out of the bath and saw me. "I slept like a rock last night," he
said. He came close to be and whispered. "I had no idea Mitch was part of
the brotherhood." I nodded. "Joe's been holding out on me."

"He just found out last week," I said. "He was surprised too."

"Larry too?"

"We all share the same interests," I said.

"Are they into chicken, or do they like their meat aged?" Roy asked. We
were both naked, and it was clear Roy was interested.

"As far as I can tell they're open minded," I said.

Roy reached over and stroked my cock.  I wasn't as interested as he was,
but with one or two strokes and we had reached parity. "Have you sampled
them?" I just smiled. By that time Mitch was awake and he came over to
us. When he saw our two semi erect cocks that was all he needed to get
excited. Joe finished his call and joined us.

"I smell hard cock!" Larry cried. He was still in bed, but he either could
smell the erections, or had extra sensory perception.

"We don't have much time,"Joe said. "We've got to get over to Crestwood."

"It doesn't take much time if you do it right," Larry said.  He was out of
the bed and fully erect. A good sense of purpose and a full erection can
often carry the day. Roy dropped to his knees and sucked Larry and
Mitch. Joe joined him on the floor and took care of me. In the spirit of
fair play we rotated partners. I noted that Mitch had a particularly good
time with his uncle and vice versa.

Larry broke the anal barrier.  When everyone's sucking sometimes it's hard
to switch.  Larry wanted it bad. He was on the floor already; he got on his
hands and knees and wiggled his ass to see who was interested. Roy took the
bait. Mitch got some lubricant and coated Roy's bloated member. Roy was
careful. When he made a little trial thrust into Larry rear.  Larry opened
wide and on the next thrust Roy's entire cock vanished into the love
tunnel.

Roy's ass was open now.  Joe winked at me, lubricated his meat and popped
through Roy's sphincter. That too was easy. I had a feeling Joe's cock had
a long time relationship with Roy's ass. I wondered if Larry was a good
dancer; he sure had a good sense of rhythm. He easily adjusted his
movements to the older men's thrusts.

Mitch and I were the odd men out. I sucked him and got a mouth full of the
creamy white stuff in return.  Mitch wasn't the strong silent type when it
came to orgasms.  His moans seem to have triggered Roy's climax. Roy was
the silent type, but his body spasmed and twitched at each
ejaculation. Since he was the filling in a fuck sandwich, both Larry and
Joe popped.

We got showered, dressed and back to Crestwood in fifteen minutes. I still
had a full load in my balls. Joe was concerned I was left out, but I told
him they could draw straws for my cum later.  He thought that was fair.

Much had gone on over the night. Liz, who had been the night guard who had
been drugged on the night of Emily's death, knew all the residents.  She
knew which ones had helpers who might have been supplied by Henry, or
R. Winston.

That morning, Billy's people had already checked them out as they came into
work. They confronted one of them, a young Indonesian boy.  He told
all. His sexual experience with Henry had been bad, very bad.  He had no
hesitation giving details once he was found out. Liz said he was a nice boy
and was deeply attached to the elderly couple he was helping. He was afraid
they would make him swindle them. The boy had been told to tell them of a
great art dealer. The Indonesian had no idea what that was about. He also
knew who else was spying for Henry. Now we had them all.

Henry and Tiffany arrived at 9:00 and they looked uneasy. I couldn't tell
if it was because of Sir Frederick's cocktail party, or if they had
realized something was going on. Crestwood had a dining room that was
available to all the residents.  The assisted living people were the
regulars, but any resident could use it if they wished.

The Admiral usually didn't use it, but today he appeared with Sir Frederick
and Gus. Henry was watching from the sidelines and was white as a
sheet. The Admiral played the role of a Lord Mayor squiring the Queen
around an engagement. He made sure he talked to several of the people who
had suspect paintings.

Gus impressed me. He was perfect as the Admiral's nephew, but he also was
watching everything. I was planting flowers on the terrace and several of
Masdon's people were nearby. Everyone wanted to glimpse Sir Frederick, so
that didn't cause suspicion.

It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. The gloom that had settled over
Crestwood after Emily and Jon's deaths and lifted. It had lifted for
everyone, but Henry and Tiffany.  They were cornered rats.

The caterers arrived.  They were friends of mine, so I could feel
safe. They set up the room with the efficiency of a military unit. By 4:30
they were ready. The party was to start at five.  Ira came by with several
buckets of flowers. He was worried that some might have droopped during the
day.

He was in the room for about five minutes when he came running out. "Some
on has messed with my arrangement!" he screamed. You would have sworn
someone had tried to kill him. I went in to see the offending flowers. It
was at the main table where Sir Frederic was to stand.

"It's too tall! And it's drooping!" Ira complained. "I made it short so Sir
Frederick wouldn't be dwarfed by it.  It's a good foot taller."

Tim the caterer came out and said none of his people had touched it. It
seemed comical, then a thought struck me. "Get it out of here!" I said. Roy
was nearby and we carried it out of the room.  In the trash area to the
side of the kitchen I took out the flowers.

There was no water in the ornamental urn. There was a rectangle of plastic
explosive and a cell phone operated detonator in the bottom of the vase. I
had more experience with bombs than I wanted to have and I disconnected the
detonator. To be safe we put it in the catering van and took it off the
property. The police were waiting nearby.  They took the device and
monitored it for a call. Inside the room Ira quickly arranged flowers in
another urn and had the room looking unchanged. I thought Ira would have
been spooked by the bomb, but he was fine. A misplaced flower was a
disaster; a bomb he could deal with.

I was wondering why Henry and Tiffany were still in their offices.  Roy
told me that they had said they had to get some things done before the
party. Guest began to arrive at five and the Admiral, Gus and Sir Frederick
came a few minutes later. All the public rooms of Crestwood had some
security camera's installed. Thye were to see if anyone had a heart problem
or stroke when staff wasn't present. They fed into the main office and to
the security office. Henry came over to the party, but Tiffany stayed in
the office.  Tiffany was watching the office monitors as Henry steered Sir
Frederick toward the head table area.  She hadn't noticed the maid cleaning
up the office area.  I had noticed Tiffany didn't worry about unimportant
people. She was unworried by the maid.

When they reached the area next to the urn, Tiffany made a call. The cell
phone rang in the van.  I don't think Tiffany knew what hit her. Masdon's
security people got her and turned her over to the police. Roy asked Henry
outside to talk about something. They arrested Henry as soon as he was out
of sight.

The party was a great success.

Henry had no idea Tiffany was going to blow him up with Sir Frederick. He
didn't take it well. R. Winston was more than willing to turn in Henry for
the prostitution scheme and to turn in the "businessmen" behind the China
Queen murders.  Most of them were in China, but the Chinese government has
no tendencies towards mercy.

The next few days were a confused series of interviews with local and
federal agencies. The complex relationship between the art forgery and
fraud scam and the prostitution, illegal immigration schemes puzzled the
investigators.  They were use to one, or the other. Vince was the one who
seemed to get it all. He had been in on it from the murder of
Mrs. Carlisle. It was established that Crestwood was not involved and Jon
was murdered when he discovered the plot. Tiffany had arranged the murder
and fire. Henry had taken care of Jon. Jon had found him out and Henry was
scared.  Henry couldn't figure any way to get out of it without killing
Jon.

I was afraid I would have to testify in court, but the entire case seemed
to inspire mass confessions of the guilty parties. Two weeks later Sir
Frederick exposed the scam on a 60 Minutes segment, but he kept my name out
of it. Jon looked good, as did my client, Billy Masdon. The Crestwood
administration appeared to be serious and on the ball.  It was good for
every one.

I went back to running Catfish and Company and fell into a slew of time
consuming cases. One of the strange things about my work is you can be 100%
absorbed in a case, but when you crack it, it vanishes.  A week later the
Crestwood case seemed as if it had taken place years ago.

Two months later I got a call from Larry.  He was still running Crestwood
until they could find a new permanent director.  He said Joe and Mitch were
coming to town and they wanted to thank me and the men who help me on the
case.  He had rented a house on the river and was going to have a party. I
said that was fine with me.

"He will have Gregg, Ira, and Bill Davis there.  I was thinking you might
bring Vince, Rick, Gus and Sedgwick to the ball," Larry said. "Joe told me
he's going to be serving punch laced with Viagra. You get my drift?"

"You mean there's no need to over dress?" I asked.

"You got it," he replied. "Plan to stay the night. No need to worry about
drinking too much either. He's providing lubricant and poppers."  I sounded
good to me. I knew Vince was always up for sexual romp, as was Rick. I told
Gus about it, but he already knew. He was the Admiral's date. I called
Sedgwick and asked if he was interested.

"Are you asking me to an orgy?"  he asked.

"That's the way it looks to me," I said.

"I think I'm too old and too ugly to do that."

"Take my word for it, you will do just fine," I said. "They aren't after
beach bunnies and they like a man who has some mileage on him."

"Shit, I reached the retread stage," Sedgwick complained. "I've never done
this before, but I'd love to try it."

A week later I was in a van with Sedgwick, Vince and Rick heading to a
house on the York River. It was gated, but when we drove up, the gate
opened and we drove down a long, winding road through a wooded area and
came up to an impressive modern mansion. We parked beside several other
cars and Roy greeted us at the door.  He was nude except for some leather
accessories.

Mitch came over told us we could undress in a room to the side. He led us
there, we stripped and he gave us a towel.  We then went to a wing on the
side of the house that contained a luxurious indoor pool. There was a sling
artfully erected in the corner of the space. The Admiral, Gus and Joe were
talking.  We got a drink and made introductions.  Ira was serving drinks.

As a group we looked like a beach party movie that had aged, turned bald
and got very hairy. It took no time at all for us to get
comfortable. Sedgwick hit it off with Roy immediately. Sedgwick was an art
historian, but he was all man.  I think Roy liked the aging hippy
types. Glenn had a tube of lubricant and he went around the room squirting
it up any available ass. Glenn did Joe first.  Joe bent over and spread his
ass wide.  That set a good example. No one seemed to object in the
slightest.

It was a sex party so everyone knew the other guests were here for that
purpose.  It simplified the getting to know you part of the event. Rick was
the first to suck.  He took care of Mitch. Soon Larry and the Admiral
joined the mutual sucking society. I saw Joe get into the sling. Vince
DeSoto noticed that too. Taking Vince's fire hose was a baptism of fire,
but that didn't seem to bother either man. A small group gathered around
the copulating men.  I didn't know if they were there to watch, or were in
line.

I got in the pool and swam a few laps. Gus, Bill Davis and Roy were in the
water too.  Gus and Bill were obviously friends now. Their landscaping
interests weren't the only bond they had.  Sedgwick sat on the edge of the
pool. Roy started a conversation with him. That conversation was short. Roy
wanted to taste the art historian's beer can. What ever oozed from
Sedgwick's cock, Roy wanted.

I got out of the water and went over to the sling.  The sling was a good
conversation starter. Glenn was there to add lubricant when needed.
Several times he had used his cock to get the lubricant deeper into Joe's
ass. Vince had pulled out and Ira was in his boss' ass. Ira was thin and
wiry. Moderately hairy, his cock was completely hidden in Joe's ass. For
his part, Joe was a good sport. He was clearly enjoying the event.

Ira began to moan.  He twitched and shivered as he ejaculated deep in Joe's
ass.  When Ira pulled out Vince re entered the cum lubricated hole. Vince
must have gone a bit deeper because Joe's eyes crossed and he began to
shoot. I was right next to him so I bent over and swallowed as much as I
could from his spewing cock.  I had forgotten how good a twitching cock and
fresh cum can be.  We helped get Joe out of the sling.

I got in the sling next. I figured if Joe could open up for his men, I
could do the same. Over the next half hour I was fucked by a Whitman's
Sampler of cock types. The only common elements they had was that they were
all hard and their owner's were all enthusiastic.

Joe was the last one in line. He didn't want to fuck me, he was interested
in the man seed stew brewing in my ass. Had he possessed a straw, he'd have
been a happy man. Joe did posses a long tongue. I was a little dizzy when I
got out of the sling. A quick dip in the pool revived me. It was getting
late and we had dinner on a terrace overlooking the river.  It was
beautiful.

After dinner the party got a bit wild. Roy and I team fucked Sedgwick. Then
I helped Roy discover how much he liked to bottom. Ira had a vision of the
Virgin Mary while impaling himself on Vince's cock. That may well have been
the first time that had ever happened to a Jew. From then on, the night
turned into a haze of lust and passion.

Driving back to Richmond the next day, Rick told me I was the first person
he had met who not only sleep walked, but sleep fucked.

"Is that what happened?" I asked.  "I was wondering how I got in your ass
last night."

"It was hard for me to sleep with your cock in my ass," Rick said.

"Sorry about that," I said.

"Shit, it was the best night of my life!" he replied.  I guess that's a
sign of a good party.