Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2009 08:33:14 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Fringe Benefits

Dear Reader: This is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	There are a million different kinds of jobs out there, I've had a
few different ones, but nothing like this. I know we've all seen the
television shows about private detectives, but none of them ever inspired
me to write a story until one night... As always, your comments
welcome. Chris James

<drmeta4@gmail.com>



			  Fringe Benefits  (M/B)


	I was really looking forward to a quiet evening on the job. The
nice part was that I felt this one was worth more than the average case.  I
took on entirely too many losers. This one was gonna be rich, and I had
even splurged on a thermos of gourmet coffee and some of those little
finger sandwiches.

      The subject I had under surveillance was a real creep, at least
that's what the wife had told me. As a private detective I wasn't usually
judgmental, but since she had fronted half my fee I felt like I had to be
on her side.

	She said that he was cheating on her so I started following
him. He'd come to this same apartment complex three times and I was hoping
to get a glimpse of the broad he was chasing. The plan was to get some
incriminating photos. Judges and juries love juicy photos.

	Tonight I'd tailed him to the same building and watched him climb
the outer stairs. I knew which apartment he'd be going to, apartment
3D. Just my luck that the place was on the third floor, I couldn't stand
heights. The mailbox said "D. Smith," which was no help at all.

	Oh, I had tried the door to door salesman routine but some guy
answered the bell, I figured she had a roommate. When I inquired if the
little woman of the house was home he shut the door in my face. Didn't
matter, I'd catch up to her soon enough.

	Tonight I'd brought my video camera; it was time to shoot some
frames. I stuffed the little Japanese thing in my windbreaker and took a
stroll out behind the building. There had been a 'No Pets' sign outside the
rental office so at least there wouldn't be any mutts barking or trying to
take a bite out of my ass.

	The space between the buildings was dark and quiet, nothing here
but trash cans and a few discarded crates. I could see lights on in the
windows of the third floor but they were so high, maybe if I'd brought a
ladder. Too bad she didn't have mirrors on the ceiling of her bedroom. I'd
read about some detective who had solved his case by taking shots in the
mirror over a subject's bed.

	There was a metal ladder affixed to the far end of each building
that went up?way up to the roof. Naw, that wasn't for me...what a chicken
shit. Damn, I could probably get a decent shot through the bedroom windows
if I went up there. My hands trembled at the thought.

	I had been standing in the shadows looking up at the apartment
across the way for about fifteen minutes when I heard a scraping sound
coming from above me. Looking up I saw a small dark bundle descending the
ladder. What the hell? I moved close to the base of the ladder and stood
still.

	The figure took on definition as it reached the ground, it was a
young boy.

	"Hey, kid," I said, gripping his arm so he wouldn't bolt.

	The boy froze and I flashed my penlight in his face. The dark hood
of his sweatshirt framed a young face, his eyes wide with fright. I had a
thought.

	"What were you doing on the roof?" I asked.

	"Nothing, mister...honest."

	"Would you climb back up there if I paid you?" I asked.

	"Huh? I...I guess so."

	"Ok, let's go talk," I said.

	I lead the kid by the arm back to my car and put him in the
passenger seat. He smelled like weed, the kid had been getting high up on
the roof. That took balls, one false step and...splat. He looked all of
about fifteen, kinda pale but nice blue eyes...then he took off the hood
and a pile of long blonde hair fell about his shoulders. Wow, he was a
knockout...some girl was gonna be very lucky.

	"Want a coffee?" I asked.

	The kid nodded and I poured him a cup.

	"You're not in any trouble from me, ok?" I said. "But I can tell
you that catching a buzz up on the roof is not a great idea...it's a long
way to fall."

	"Shit, I've been doing it for years," he said, "ain't fallen
yet. So...why do you want to pay me? "

	"I want you to take my camera up there and shoot some video of the
stuff happening in one of the bedrooms on the third floor."

	"You some kind of pervert?" the boy asked.

	"Yeah...and I get paid for it," I said. "I'm a private detective
and this guy I'm following is cheating on his wife."

	"Oh yeah? Which apartment?" he asked.

	"3D."

	"That's pretty funny...I know those people," the kid laughed.

	"You do? I've been trying to find out who the woman is but with no
luck," I said.

	"I'll bet," the kid replied. "So how much do I get for taking the
movies?"

	"I'll give you fifty bucks...double that if you catch them doing
it."

	"Sweet deal...I'll do it," the kid replied. "What's your name?"

	"Brian Lance...Lance Detective Agency," I said. "What's yours?"

	"Why you want to know?"

	"Hell, kid. I have to put something on the voucher for the
money...I work on an expense account."

	"Evan...Evan Childs," the boy replied. "This is good coffee...you
work for a big agency?"

	"Naw, just me and the answering machine," I said. "Why were you
smoking weed on the roof?"

	"That way my mom won't catch me...she's afraid of heights."

	"That makes two of us," I said.

	"Nothing like a buzz under the stars," Evan said. "I feel free and
easy up there, no one to bother me."

	Now it was my turn to laugh. "Up there jerking off I'll bet...and
you called me a pervert. Doing a little peeping in windows on the side?"

	Even in the dark I could see him blush...bingo. Lordy Mama, he was
just so cute...but so damn young.

	"When do I get the video recorder?" Evan asked.

      Better to change the subject before the kid turned me on. No sense in
him finding out that this lone dick would like to see his dick, but it
didn't figure in my plans with him.

      "How about right now...maybe we'll get lucky," I said.

      Evan knew all about cameras, probably more than I did. He tucked the
little thing in the front pouch of his sweatshirt and started to climb. He
stopped after a few rungs.

      "Sure you won't join me? Nice night to see the stars," he said.

      "Not on your life, kiddo."

      I watched him climb and disappear over the edge of the roof...way up
there, it made me feel a little dizzy. Who was this kid anyway? He had to
live in the apartments...but who cares, what a knockout. All right Brian,
keep it in your pants...the kid is too young. Not that I haven't played
around in the green pastures of youth, but that was a decade ago. Now I'm
almost thirty-five and usually on the make for legal stuff, but this one
just took me by surprise.

      I stood at the bottom of the ladder and waited, glancing at my watch
occasionally. Evan had been up there almost an hour and it was getting
late...and then the lights went off in the subject's bedroom across the
way. I heard a soft whistle from above, the boy was climbing down.

      "Did you get anything?" I asked as his feet touched the ground.

      "Boy, did I ever," Evan said with a smile. "It's hot."

      "Sure you didn't just take pictures of the stars?"

      "No way, man...you can trust me. Why don't we just go look at them,
that way you'll know how much to pay me?"

      "All right, sure you won't get in trouble for being out late?" I
asked.

      "Naw...my mom's at work, she won't be home until breakfast."

	He settled back in my car and I took him home. I have my office in
the basement, sometimes I sleep on the couch...I live alone. My folks left
me the house and split for the southwest, Daddy always wanted to be a
cowboy. I rarely use the upstairs except to entertain and tonight was
supposed to be business. I drove around back and we went in the basement
door.

	"Holy cow," Evan said, "this place is all yours?"

	The kid was taking in the giant size everything, I always spent
money large and my television was the biggest on the market. Evan dropped
on the couch.

	"Yeah...the taxes are killing me," I said. "Mind if I play back the
tape?"

	"Yeah...let's watch."

	I hooked up the camera and rewound the tape. I took the remote over
to the couch and plopped down next to the boy.

	"Hope you got some good footage with lots of skin, I want this
guy's wife to get a surprise."

	"Oh she will," Evan said with a grin.

	I hit the play button and the blue screen turned to fuzz, the
camera was trying to auto focus. The picture jumped around a little and
then settled in on the light source...a bedroom window. I could see a bed
with the subject sitting on the edge, good picture, all we needed was a
little sound and this would be studio quality. Got to hand it to the
Japanese, they made good cameras.

	The subject seemed to be talking to someone; I was hoping it was
our mystery lady. He stood and was beginning to take off his shirt when
this other guy walked into the picture. Shit, it was the clown who slammed
the door in my face and he was kissing....

	Evan was watching my face and burst out laughing. "Seems your man
is gay, Brian."

        The kid was laughing pretty hard, about what I'd expect since he
played me for a fool.

	"Well, I'll be damned, I didn't expect this. And you knew all
along, you little rat"

	I grabbed Evan and knuckled his head a few times for good measure.

	"Do I still earn my pay?" he asked.

	"I'll say, two hundred wasn't it?"

	"Really? Thanks, man."

	We watched in silence as the guys started getting it on, the
picture shook a little now and then but everything was quite clear. The
Mrs. would certainly pay top dollar for this video, of that I was very
sure.

      The two guys on the screen were fucking now, as I figured, the
subject ended up on the bottom. Evan had captured the whole sexual scene
from beginning to end. I was going to congratulate him but when I turned to
look his way I saw that he was rubbing his crotch, the little fuck was
turned on.

      "You've been up on the roof every night watching them and pulling
your meat haven't you, Evan?"

      His hand froze and he tried to cover the erection that had slid down
the leg of his jeans. I reached down and gently lifted his hand, uncovering
his swollen cock. I slid my hand over and gave his bulge a squeeze.

      "Got a big one there, kiddo. Any juice still left in that thing?"

      I unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper down. Evan just lay there,
mesmerized by the men on the screen. I hooked a finger down in his pants to
snag his underwear...he wasn't wearing any. Instead I came up against his
cock which I pulled free. A nice fat erection it was too, big for his age
and just bubbling with pre-cum.

      I lowered my head to his lap and licked the end of his cock, tonguing
the slit before taking the entire head in my mouth. Evan pushed his jeans
down and freed his entire set of equipment. Just the way he liked it, free
and easy. He settled back in the cushions and I began to blow him in
earnest.

      My efforts were rewarded with little growls and moans deep in his
chest, Evan started humping his cock up towards my mouth. My hand began to
squeeze and knead the fleshy sac between his legs as I sucked him into the
back of my throat.

      Evan bucked and humped, he was just a kid...it wouldn't be long
now. He gasped and panted and I felt a hand come to rest on the back of my
head. He pushed down so gently, encouraging me, willing me to take every
inch of his cock. It was only six inches and I swallowed that flesh to the
root and nestled my nose in his pubes.

      Evan groaned and pushed upwards...here it comes. I felt the head of
his cock swell and the warm gush hit the back of my throat. I gulped his
cum, savoring the sweet taste on my tongue. I increased the suction and
vacuumed every last drop before allowing it to drop from my mouth. I looked
up into his face and smiled.

      "Beats whacking your meat, doesn't it?" I asked.

      "Yes..." he cleared his throat, "yes...it was awesome."

      "I'll get us a soda," I said.

      Bounding up the stairs to the kitchen I wondered what was going
through the boy's head, was he gay or bi? It didn't matter to me; it only
mattered if he wanted to do it again. I grabbed a couple of drinks and
walked slowly down the stairs. The video had ended and Evan was nowhere to
be seen. Then I heard the toilet flush and sat to await his return.

      The boy was completely naked now...and what a fine body he had. His
cock hung low over a generous ball sac. His muscular arms and broad
shoulders covered with that stunning blonde hair...it would be hard to say
no to this boy. He stopped in front of the blue screen on the television
and slowly turned.

      "Like what you see?"

      "You're fine...very fine, Evan. Nice ass too," I said.

      Evan walked over to the couch, turned around and bent over, spreading
his cheeks in the process. His sweet little pucker was almost in my face, I
looked at it with my detective's eyes...he was still a virgin.

      I gave a kiss to each of his round muscular ass cheeks and ran my
tongue across his pink pucker, Evan jumped.

      "Like that too?" I asked.

      "Why don't you take your clothes off?" He asked.

      "I might scare you with my big nasty," I replied.

      "Oh...I like scary things," Evan said.

      He sat on the couch and sipped his soda while I stripped. The way he
tongued the end of the bottle told me that he wanted us to do something
more. As I stepped out of my boxers he reached out a hand and stroked my
cock.

      "I've never done this with anyone before...but I sure have thought
about it a lot."

      "How old are you, Evan?"

      "I'll be sixteen in two weeks...and I'm still a virgin, isn't that a
shame?"

      He put the bottle down and stroked my semi-hard cock with both hands,
it stiffened immediately.

      "Oh...it is big and nasty," he said, licking his lips.

      He pulled on my handle and I followed as he maneuvered me onto the
couch and spread my legs. His face lowered to my cock and licked the head,
and then he looked up at me.

      "This is my first time...I hope I do it right."

      I stroked his hair and rubbed my hand across his cheek, the beauty of
this boy was overwhelming.

      "Just do your best, that's all I ask."

      The boy's lips surrounded my cock and he went down on it. I felt the
scrape of his pearly white teeth and knew he was trying too hard. Sure
enough, he tried to suck it all in and choked. I pulled his head up.

      "Sucking cock is a matter of practice, so don't be greedy too soon or
you'll choke. Watch the teeth, its real sensitive down there; use your lips
and tongue."

      "I knew I wouldn't be good at it," Evan said.

      "Don't be disappointed so easily. How about we do it together and you
can copy me, ok?" I asked.

      "I don't know if I can swallow?"

      "And cum is an acquired taste, I'll tell you before I cut loose. That
way you can decide if you want it or not. Let's just take it easy and enjoy
the buzz."

      I turned around and we both stretched out on the cushions, each of us
cock to mouth. Evan was hard again; another load awaited me in the heat of
his hairless balls. I loved the way the head of his cock flared outwards
like a sweet little mushroom. The only thing nicer would be shoving my
tongue up his little pink pucker.

      I licked and nibbled my way up and down the shaft of his cock while
Evan copied my every move. I slurped his ball sac into my mouth and felt
them nestle comfortably on my tongue. I pulled them away from his body and
allowed them to plop out one at a time. His crotch was soaked with my spit
as I licked beneath his balls and ran my tongue down to his sweet little
hole. I had to give him credit, Evan followed me exactly.

      I kissed his virgin hole and ran my tongue around and around, slowly
spiraling inwards. My tongue centered itself on the hole and plunged
inside. Evan hesitated, gasped with delight and then his tongue shoved its
way into my ass. I spread my legs wider to make it easy for him, such a
good boy, I was very pleased.

      I grasped his butt cheeks and tongue fucked him real good. His
sphincter began to relax so I replaced my tongue with a finger. Now I
nibbled my way back to his cock and took him all down my throat. He bucked
and pumped as before while I sucked and finger fucked him. Evan was still
glued to my ass, his tongue and mouth eating away for all he was
worth. Guess he had found something he liked to do.

      I massaged my finger against his prostate and was rewarded with a
mouthful of his boyish cum but I kept on sucking. Evan plunged a finger up
my well lubricated ass and went down on my cock. His moves were more
aggressive now, more self assured. He was only taking the top half of my
shaft but that was just fine, at least I didn't feel his teeth anymore.

      I thought about holding back my orgasm but decided the boy would get
tired quickly and so I moaned.

      "Evan, I'm getting there...I'm gonna cum real soon."

      He put a hand to my shaft and pumped...he really wanted it badly. I
felt my cock head flare in his mouth and he slowed down, bracing himself
for the blast. I let him have it, pumping my load down his throat. I felt
him gulp, once and twice before he pulled off allowing the remainder to
spray out on my stomach.

      "That was fun," Evan finally said. "Did I do it right?"

      "You did just fine," I replied. God, I love the fringe benefits of
this job.