Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2008 04:20:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crestwood 9

Crestwood 9

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.

Things were moving along at a good pace. While I didn't have proof, I had
found a motive good enough to murder an elderly woman. I had no idea how to
smoke out the bad guys.

I gave this information to Mitch, Gus and the Admiral over drinks. Mitch
called his Uncle about my suspicions. Joe didn't like where this was going.
It was a nightmare for him. He had spent much of his life cleaning up his
family's association with the mob. This went up in smoke if this crime was
associated with the China Queen.

"I know how we can force the issue," the Admiral said. "I can invite Sir
Frederick and Eleanor Harter to Crestwood. We can say it's to pay respects
or something like that. I could have Emily's cocktail party. That would get
the ball rolling again and smoke them out."

"That would do the trick," Gus said. "It might be dangerous though.

"I can take care of myself," the Admiral said.

"Would Sir Frederick do it?" I asked.

"He wouldn't need to do it. We just need to say we will have him here,"
Admiral Green said. "I can contact him and see if he would allow us to say
that."

The phone rang. The Admiral answered it and we heard half the
conversation. "Yes, Larry," he said.

"Oh my God. How is he?"

"Dead!  You're kidding! What happened?"  There was a long gap as Larry told
the Admiral what he knew.

"Yes, Mitch is here," he said as he handed the phone to Mitch. Larry
repeated the same information to Mitch.

"Jon's dead. He skidded off the road. The car exploded when he hit a tree,"
the Admiral said. "The thinking is he died instantly.  The explosion was
just icing on the cake."

Someone knocked on the door. It was Glen with the same news.

"I don't like this at all," I said. "Sometimes an accident is just an
accident, but this worries me."

"Jon drove the residents on trips. He was the most cautious man I
know. Knew, I mean," Glenn said. "I can't see him skidding on a road. I
can't see him going fast enough to skid."

Mitch had hung up and was now calling his uncle on his cell phone. That
conversation went on for a while. After he hung up he said, "I'm going to
be in charge here. Uncle Joe is coming down the day after tomorrow.  He
can't get out of a meeting tomorrow." He paused.  "Who can I trust to help
me? Henry and Tiffany aren't on my kissy-kissy list."

"Larry," Glenn, the Admiral and I said almost simultaneously.

As if on cue, Larry appeared at the door. Mitch told him of Joe's plan and
asked if Larry could help.

"Sure, I'd be glad to do what I can. We have to tell the residents. I think
we're a little young to be reassuring.  I was wondering if Admiral Green
could help out. I was thinking about an e mail message, or our closed
circuit television system, but that doesn't seem right."

"It's six now, why don't we send out a message on the TV, then have a
meeting at 8:00," Admiral Green suggested. "We can call it a memorial
event, so we don't need to explain too much."

"I can get that done. I arranged for Mrs. Carlisle's memorial," Larry
said. Mitch, Larry and the Admiral went off to arrange things.  I went with
Glenn to his office. Glenn agreed with me it was more than a coincidence. I
called Vince and told him about Jon and the accident. He said he'd check
into it.

Vince had been around for years and was known as being intelligent,
thorough and helpful. When a trooper needed some information quickly, Vince
obliged. He could find out what the cops really thought had happened to
Jon.

He called me back an hour later. "The word is the accident was a sloppy
effort to hide a murder.  I told them to check for sleeping pills. They
liked that idea a lot," he said. "I also asked them to keep it an accident
as long as possible. Tommy Wilson was in charge. Do you know him?"

I said no.  He continued, "Tommy's a good, hard working and sensible
man. He not the brightest man in the world, but he's no fool. He wanted to
know if this was a big deal. I told him I thought it might be, but he would
get credit for it if credit is due.  He under stood. By the way, this is
strictly amateur night, no professional hit man here."

"Maybe it's a spur of the minute event?"

"That could be," Vince remarked as he hung up.

Mrs. Julia Denton, Jon's secretary, came in the office, obviously
distraught. She was having palpitations and was almost in shock. She was a
middle aged lady who was my image of the perfect secretary. Glenn gave her
a shot and had her sit down.  The phone began ringing off the hook. Glenn
asked me to sit with her until the drug took effect.

She was a little afraid of me, but Glenn told her I was better than I
looked. We sat on a bench outside. The fresh air made me feel better. "How
long had you been with Mr. Dustin?" I asked. I hoped talking about him
would help her.

"Seven years, he was a perfect gentleman and so kind," she sobbed. "When my
husband died he couldn't have been more kind and helpful. He helped
everyone who needed it.  You wouldn't believe how patient he was. So many
of the residents can be a trial, but he never got mad or aggravated." Once
she started reciting his list of virtues, she calmed down. I asked if I
could take her pulse.  She said yes, and then resumed her tribute to Jon
Dustin.

"He had been so worried after Mrs. Carlisle's death," she said. "I told him
there was no way to protect the residents from their own short comings."
She looked at me. "You know many of them aren't as sharp as they use to
be." I nodded. "He got very worried after I gave him the program."

"What program was that?" I asked.

"My son, Spencer is a software programmer. He developed a program called
Administrator Cop.  It's for network administrators to check for private
use of the company network," she explained. "It's not quite ready for beta
testing, but it's close."

"What does it do?"

"Well, if you're the network administrator, it will search out password
protected users and break the password," she said. "Spencer is so bright. I
got a copy for Jon, I mean Mr. Dustin, to try out. Mr. Dustin was good with
computers. Well, he took it into his office and when he came out an hour
later he was white as a sheet. I thought the program had crashed the
network or something like that. I said, "Oh no, the program didn't work?"

"He said, "No, the program works too well". I was relieved."

"That must have been a relief to you," I said, "Your son wouldn't have
given you a program with a bug in it, would he?"

"You are right about that, but you always worry, don't you?"

I agreed with her and then asked, "What did Mr. Dustin do next?"

"He went down the hall to Henry's office," she said. "I had to go home
early. The ladies of the church were serving trays for the church night
dinner, so I don't know when he got out of his meeting with Henry."

"When did you give him the program?" I asked.

"About a week ago," Mrs. Danton said.  I took her pulse again and it was
almost normal. By now residents were heading toward the dining room and an
elderly couple came over to us and took her to the service.

The meeting was subdued, the residents were shocked. Jon had been good to
them and they appreciated all that he did. It was over by nine. Tiffany and
Henry were out of town at a convention. Mitch wanted Larry and Glenn to
stay there for the night.  Some of the residents were excited and
scared. Gregg had driven that day, so I was there too. Mitch was staying at
one of those suite type hotels a half mile away, so he offered to put us up
for the night.  Mitch wanted for things to look normal, but he wanted to be
nearby in case something happened. Billy Masdon had his regular security
people on duty, and they would call us. Masdon also had brought in some
additional people to give some extra protection. I asked him to make sure
no one was doing anything in the office area.

Glenn, Larry and I went off to Mitch's suite. He had a modest bedroom and
sitting room, but the suite had a really nice bath.  It had a Jacuzzi and a
walk-in shower.  I think Mitch, Glen. Larry and I may have beaten the world
record for getting naked and in to the shower. Larry may not have known
Mitch's sexual preferences, but Larry had no problem being naked in front
of other men. I filled the Jacuzzi and we all got in after it had filled.
By then Larry and Mitch were erect and knew the lay of the land. Glenn and
I played the elder statesmen for the younger men. The bubbling water hid
groping hands.

We were all tired and stressed and this proved to be a recipe for
fun. Everyone wanted to get some sleep after some hot, ball draining
sex. Usually four men turn into two couples, but not this night. I didn't
want to limit myself to one man or one cock. I wanted them all and I think
they felt the same way. Larry sat on the edge of the tub. Glenn and Mitch
shared the young man's cock. I was on the other side so I got in the water
and fingered Glenn and Mitch's holes. Mitch moaned when my finger reached
his prostate.

I took my finger out and inserted my thumb. This let me grasp their asses
and both apply pressure on their prostate and lift them slightly from the
water.  I thought this might distract them from Larry's cock, but they kept
their eyes on the prize. Larry looked at me and smiled. He may not have
known Mitch yet, but now he knew we were all like spirits.

We got out of the whirlpool and got on the bed. Mitch's room was fully
equipped for a fun night. He pulled out an overnight case with lubricant
and poppers. He and Larry got on the bed in the 69 position and went at it
hot and heavy. I handed Glenn and tube of lube and took a tube for
myself. Touched Larry's ass and he opened up.  Glenn did the same with
Mitch. They both knew they were going to get fucked and were willing.

As we lubricated opened our respective bottom's asses, they got more
excited. When you're sucking the cock of a guy who's being fucked, you have
a front row and center seat. My horse cock popped through Larry's ass as
the beefy nurse poked into Mitch's behind. We were four happy men.

The four of us formed a sex machine. My cock was like a piston ramming deep
into Larry's ass. Mitch was deep threading Larry's cock. When he engulfed
the entire cock he was an inch from the asshole and my cock. He watched me
fuck and tasted Larry react. Glancing at Glen I saw he was thrusting in
when I was pulling out.

"Let's make this last," I said. We broke apart and got back into the
tub. When we got out the nest time Glenn and Mitch sixty-nined.  Larry took
care of Mitch and I popped Glenn. I knew Glenn wanted to get fucked, but
wasn't sure about my cock. He didn't need to worry. A lot of lubricant and
a few snorts of poppers did the trick. Once I was in he relaxed, Glenn was
a perfect bottom pig. We were friends, but his ass was in love with my
cock.

Larry was a size or two bigger than Glenn was and it took some time to
skewer Mitch on his meat. Once it was in, I saw some signs of true
love. Larry seemed like to pop his head through the sphincter, using it to
massage his head.  When he pushed deep however, Mitch shivered. Larry would
pop his head in and out of the whole several times the ram hard.  Both men
got what they wanted. Larry was close to being beautiful and Mitch was a
stud. They were well matched.

We broke apart and returned to the tub. For the third go around, Glenn and
I sucked each other while Mitch and Larry fucked us.  That was good
too. Larry began by screwing me, and then he switched to take Glenn.

Mitch's butt plug shaped cock was both effective and fun to watch. It was
hard to believe Glenn's ass could open wide enough to take it, but it did.
When it was my turn it barely fit, but was worth the effort. Mitch began
the grand finale when he shot his load in my ass. His moans induced Larry
to climax and he rear loaded Glenn. When Larry pulled out he was still
hard. He mounted me doggy style and we had an intense but short pile driver
in heat episode. I couldn't tell if he had a second orgasm, or just
finished the one he started in Glenn's ass.  We all fell asleep on the king
sized bed.

We got a call at 5:30 that Glenn was needed. The three of us dozed off
again.  When I finally woke up, Larry and Mitch were making out again. I
went to the bath and showered. When I returned Mitch was slow fucking
Larry. Mitch's butt plug style cock was working it magic on Larry's
prostate.

Mitch got a call from Crestwood and we went back to the development. I had
a chance to call into the office. I asked them to keep a close eye on
R. Winston the gallery and asked if they had any information on Tiffany.
The dispatcher told me to call back at noon.

I walked from the locker room to the main office and ran into
Mrs. Danton. She was with a younger man. She greeted me as an old friend
and introduced me to her son Conrad. Conrad was disheveled, bearded and
somehow I knew he was a Star Trek fan.  He was that type.

"I told Mom she should take the day off, but she insisted on going to
work," he said.

"There are arrangements to be made," she said. "I know what he would like."
Admiral Green saw us and came over. He told her he was working on the
memorial service and needed her help if she could manage. Mrs. Danton was a
happy to be needed as they went to the office.

"Conrad your mother told me about a program your are developing," I
said. "Apparently Jon used it and found something disturbing. Could you
look in the network here and see what you can find?"

"Sure.  Why are you interested?" he asked.

"I mentioned it to one of the management guys and he wanted to know more,"
I replied.

"Mr. Dustin's death was really unexpected. Wasn't it?" he asked
suspiciously. I didn't say anything. "He was a timid driver, as I recall."
Conrad knew something was a foot. We went in the office. I introduced
Conrad to Mitch and Larry. Mitch was into computers and they went off to
tryout the new program.

The phone was ringing off the hook, but Mrs. Danton was efficient and
fast. She had another secretary, Alice, answering the phone. She would
instant message to Mrs. Danton who would take the call if it was important;
Alice handled all the normal calls. Both women wore headsets so they could
type and send emails. Mrs. Danton worked out the funeral and memorial
details with the Admiral and Larry. Now that she had something to do, she
was over the shock of the death. She and the Admiral were Julia and
Will. They had bonded.

They were off getting some sandwiches for lunch and I was manning the phone
when I got a call from Sir Frederic Harter. I explained he was away at
lunch. He said he was on his way to a lecture and wouldn't be back for
several hours. "I tried to call our friend Emily Carlisle, but the phone
was disconnected.

I gave him the bad news. He was shocked. He was still planning to visit
Crestwood in a week. I told him of the circumstances surrounding Emily's
murder. Sir Frederic may have been a distinguished art historian, but in an
earlier life he must have been an avenging angel. His wife wasn't with him
because of dementia. He hated art forgers and despised those who took
advantage of the elderly. I told him of the Admiral's plan for a
party. "Well, if this scum is worried about being discovered, I the man to
give them real heartburn," he said.

"We may have a second murder," I said. "We think the director of the place
may have discovered something.  He had an accident."

"I'm 82 years old," he said. "I'm not going to die young." I got his phone
number and said the Admiral would call him that evening.

Will and Julia returned with sandwiches for me and for Mitch and
Conrad. Conrad had cracked the passwords, but both Henry and Tiffany had
erased their files. This had annoyed Conrad.  He wasn't annoyed they had
erased the files; he was annoyed their efforts were so pathetic. Several
had actually been erased, but the e mail program maintained an address
book, and all the senders names were on the list. I asked him to send the
names to Vince so he could check them on the police computers.

Conrad wanted to hack into the police computers himself, but I talked him
out of that. He sent the info to Vince. Mitch came in and told me his Uncle
was on his way and asked if I could meet him at the airport at 7:00.  Jon's
children were going to be arriving at Crestwood and he thought he should
meet them. I got a change of clothes in the locker room and took a
Crestwood car to the airport. Joe got in a half hour late. He had his
accountant with him, guys named Roy. Roy may have been an accountant, but
he could have passed for a bouncer for a down and dirty country & western
bar.  He was a bruiser.

I gave then the low down and told them about Conrad's discoveries. Roy was
a friendly guy, but he warmed up as I went over the situation. Audits were
normal when there was an event of this sort. I said I doubted there was a
problem with Jon's book keeping.

"I'll check anyway," Roy said, "I can find other ways to occupy my time if
I need to." I took them to the office. Joe went off to meet Jon's family. I
took Roy to Mrs. Danton's office. I was assigned to Roy. It turned out Roy
had electronic copies of all the records back at the main office.  He was
looking for other documents. As I expected Jon's records were correctly
filed.  We moved on to Henry's office. Roy put on gloves and did an orderly
and complete police type search of the office. He looked in every nook and
cranny of the office, including the undersides of drawers, lamps and the
rear of pictures. Unlike the police, he put everything back in place
afterwards.  I stood shotgun at the door.

I got the printout of Henry and Tiffany's e mail addresses. Roy looked as
if Christmas had come early. I scanned it and sent it to his office. It was
10:00 before he was finished.

"Can you take me to the hotel?" he asked. We went to the hotel where Mitch
had been staying. "Do you mind waiting for Joe to come back?" he asked, "He
wants to talk." I agreed. We went to his room and he order room service
dinners for me, Joe and Mitch.  The dinners arrived a half hour later with
Mitch and Joe. We ate and Mitch went off to his room.  He was to meet with
the family early the next morning to work on funeral arrangement.  I called
Vince.  He said sedatives were found in Jon's body. The dosage was such
that he could not possibly have been driving. They were working their way
through the e mail addresses. When I went back to the room, Joe and Roy
were gone. The communicating door to the next room was open. I looked into
the next room and saw Joe with a highball lying on the bed in his boxers,
and Roy was making another drink wearing his birthday suit.

"Is this a private party?" I asked.

"It is, but you're the guest of honor," Joe replied. Just once in my life I
would like to be given a choice between sex and getting some much needed
sleep and pick the rest. As usual, my cock made the choice for me.