Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 21:11:14 +0100
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part One

The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part One
A Randy Harden Story
Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010

(The usual disclaimers apply. I have often liked the old style detective
story and wondered how it would work in a nifty way, so here's my
effort. If you like it or have any comments please let me know as I have
some ideas about a series of stories for the main character, but if its not
liked then I'll just work this one story through. Please do keep yourself
safe and do what you can for nifty. Van T Z Boi)

	I swung the late model Chevvy round the corner, I was in luck there
was a space in front of my office building and I parked the car, yawning a
little, it had been a hot, heavy night and I was still recovering my
strength.

	As I got out, one of the cute valet parkers from the restaurant
across the street waved and I waited for him to get close.

"Hi Randy," he simpered, "want me to park it for you?"

I smiled, the kid was an OK fuck buddy, nothing great in the sack but he
had an excellent mouth, made his money giving blowjobs to the punters in
the restaurant car considered his offer, the thought of sex with him was,
well, okay, besides if the car was off the street, then I wouldn't get a
ticket and what would it cost me.

I handed him the key, "Could do with a detail Chet," I suggested, I'd
managed to remember his name.

Chet grinned, that wide succulent mouth positively oozed its sexual
message, "Can do," he said, "I get off at six, wanna get off together?"

"Depends on business," I yawned.

He stepped close and his hand caressed me between the legs, "My business is
your pleasure," he whispered and his body scent set of my hormones.

I was immediately hard.

He got in the car, "You coming?" he smiled, that wide mouth promising its
riches.

I got in.

The car park was fairly secluded so I got out and stood against the car, he
had parked in a corner away from the back entrance and kitchen areas. Chet
knelt down and unbutton my flies, in seconds he was slurping me down, deep
throating me all the way to my pubes. I relaxed against the car, enjoying
the open air pleasure, feeling his throat muscles milking me. Fuck he was
good that morning and in minutes I was coating his throat and feeding his
stomach with a heady, heavy dose of man protein.

He licked my cock clean, sucking the last spunky dregs out of my tubes,
"Tastes real good as usual Randy," he smiled up at me.

I stretched as he buttoned me up, there was no need to thank him, he'd got
as much from the blowjob as I had and we both knew it.

"See you later," he purred as I walked away. I waved my hand.

I entered the building and walked up to the third floor and stood before
the door with the embossed sign, 'Randy Harden, Private Investigator,' as
ever I entered with a sense of pride.

Donny my PA was typing as I entered the outer office. "You're late," he
stated.

"I had trouble parking," I replied.

"So I see," he said pointing at the now obvious damp patch on my trouser
fly where I had leaked a last dribble.

"Fuck, I thought Chet got it all," I said.

Donny handed me a towel and I rubbed it as dry as I could.

"You'll need to clean it properly," Donny said, "you know how cum marks
cloth. Wanna change into your spare pants in your office and I'll sponge it
for you."

"These are my spare pants," I told him.

"Oh my, musta been a heavy night then," he grinned, "you'll just have to
sit in your office half naked then."

I gave in, he followed me into my office and he stood watching as I took my
trousers off. He handed me the towel as I gave him the trousers.

"Want to dry it off?" he grinned, I took the towel and squeezed it round
the top of my dick pressing out the last sperms.

Wearing a big smile Donny flounced out of the room, my trousers across his
shoulder and the towel pressed up against his nose. I watched his tight
buns as they walked away. I hadn't fucked him for a couple of weeks now and
he was working his arse letting me know. I made a mental note to arrange a
working lunch for the next day and sat down at my desk.

I shuffled the folders, business was not that brisk, a missing dog, a
couple of guys worried about their boyfriends cheating on them, a shop
keeper worried about unexplained stock losses but nothing that grabbed my
attention. The door opened and Donny reappeared with a very welcome looking
large cup of coffee.

"Your trousers are drying in the washroom," he said and handed me the
steaming mug.

I took a swig feeling the hot liquid recaffinate me, "Fuck I needed that,"
I sighed and handed him the top folder. "You can write that one up, bad
news for Mr Carmicheal his so called boyfriend will fuck anything that
moves."

"Last nights work?" giggled Donny.

"Fuck yeah," I swigged another slurp, "I let him pick me up at the Hot
Flamingo bar and he had his hand inside my trousers before we put our
glasses down. He took me back to their place and we fucked our way through
the pool, on the patio, the lounge and the Master bedroom. Man he was
insatiable."

"No trouble for you then," smirked Donny.

I waved the mug at him, " Naughty, naughty, jealous one," I replied. "Just
write it up,2 I instructed and then thought, 2Oh yeah, evidence; the bar
bill," I fished in my jacket pocket and produced the signed chit that Simon
Mr Carmicheal's boyfriend had signed the previous night at the Hot
Flamingo. I also produced the tape of our recorded passion. "There's the
tape," I said placing it on top of the folder.

"Pictures?" asked Donny.

"Fuck I left the camera in the car," I told him.

"No problem," said Donny.

"Its er," I was a little embarrassed, "Chet offered to valet park it for
me, he might be detailing it too." I said blushing slightly.

"No problem," smirked Donny, "I could do with a little detailing myself,"
he said.

That reminded me, "Yeah 'bout that," I coloured again, "working lunch
tomorrow," I spoke lamely.

"Sure," Donny grinned, a big grin, "I'll order in the usual then."

I watched him saunter out of the door, his inviting arse almost winking at
me though his tight slacks. I sipped my coffee and worked though the files
deciding my work plan for the next couple of days.

There was a knock and the door opened. I looked up and met the clear blue
eyes of my visitor. He smiled and turned his head.

"Its alright Smithers, the detective is in," he said and I could just about
see the tall uniformed figure behind him. My visitor turned back to face me
and we studied each other.

He was cute, no doubt of that, a small boy possibly around nine or ten. He
had a shock of dark blonde hair that was cut close to his ears, probably
just long enough within school regulations, a minor statement of
rebellion. I recognised the school uniform, the dark green blazer with the
distinctive badge, the light grey shorts, the white ankle length socks and
the black polished shoes, the brilliant white shirt with the green and
yellow striped tie. The exclusive private school was known for its rich
students and this boy positively reeked of old money, a born 'A' lister. He
moved to sit opposite me.

"My name is Mathias Dearborne the third," he announced and my estimation of
dollar signs went up, the Dearborne's owned half the county and rented out
the other half. "I understand you have an excellent reputation within
certain circles," he continued. 'He was a cool one' I thought observing
him, for a boy he had a lot of presence.

"I think I need your help," he said in his clear voice, "As it is a
delicate matter obviously discretion is a matter of course and, " his voice
lowered and he leant forward bending almost over the desk to speak to me,
"i would prefer it if my family were not made aware of this," he paused,
"possible indiscretion."

'So the boy wanted to keep the matter private even from his family,' I
thought, 'must be a very bad secret,' and my mind reeled from
possibilities.

"You can be assured of my silence," I said.

"I'm the one paying so I expect that at least," the boy was almost snobbish
as he spoke, his breeding almost speaking for him. I could almost hear his
father's voice in his tone.

"Bollocks," I said, "You speak to me like that again and I'll put you
across my knee and spank you cute butt so hard you won't be able to sit
down for a fuck," I told him and added a look that said 'try me'.

He blushed deep red and sagged in the chair. "I can't let my father find
out," he whispered and I could see tears forming in his eyes. "He has high
hopes for me, my older brothers have excelled in sports but I'm the one who
appears to have the brains and," his eyes filled and reddened, "if ," he
coughed and I waved my handkerchief I had placed on my desk when I emptied
my trousers, at him.

He took the creased material with two delicate fingertips, flapped it and
then wiped his eyes and blew heavily into it. He placed the handkerchief in
his pocket and I raised my eyebrows at that, normally kids of his
upbringing would just chuck the thing on the floor or ever worse would
snottily hand it back to you.

"Dad doesn't know about the boyfriend," I stated closing my fingertips
together, hell it looked good on the flics so it was worth trying it for
real, but he wasn't watching.

"Well you are the detective," he sighed, "Pops know about Geno, I mean as a
friend who is a boy but," he left the obvious hanging in the air.

"So what is it," I said a little sarcastically, "blackmail, or a private
pay off to dump the 'friend'?"

He looked directly at me and I saw the pain in his eyes, "Geno's gone
missing," he wailed, "it's been three days now and I've not heard anything,
not from him, or," he shivered, "anyone else."

We sat in silence, I was aware of his concern, even a boy as young as he
was had access to funds, he was a Dearborne after all and even at his
tender age we both knew what could happen to a friend, especially a
'special' friend of a Dearborne.

"Geno is the son of one of our gardeners," Mathais continued once he had
recovered his composure, "his father Zeno looks after the flower beds in
the main house and," he coloured slightly, "Pops gets him to attend to the
beds at the Academy, its part of the fee," he added. "I, I," he stuttered
and then took a deep breath recovering himself, "I've been helping Geno out
with his maths, he attends the local high school." I noticed he did not
call it Dearborne High, his family had granted the land and helped fund the
main building years ago but it was still Dearborne High, another mark of
the standing of the family. "He was helping his father dig over one of the
beds readying it for spring flowering and I was working at my books close
by, in the gazebo," he fluttered his eyes, revealing to me more of the
memory, "He asked me what I was doing and, well it sprang from that."

I nodded my head, the usual ideas and solutions were slowly lining
themselves up in my mind.

Matthias leaned forward and looked at me intently, "Geno has not run away,
he loves me," his voice caught, "and I love him," the boy was speaking
almost defiantly now. "I know something bad has happened," he warbled at
bit now, "please Mr Harden, you must help me, find him for me." His eyes
filled again.

A knock at the door broke into our thoughts and then the door opened and
the tall figure of the chauffeur stood there.

"You'll be late for school Master Matt," he said politely but determinedly.

"Yes Smithers," Master Matt rose to his feet and brushed his slim fingers
down his shorts, he looked at me, "Smithers will take me to school, can you
ride with us and Smithers will provide you with all the information you
need and then bring you back here?" It was more of a command than a
request.

I stood up and then as I saw the looks in their eyes recalled that I was
naked below the waist. I saw the blaze of interest I both their eyes as
they caught sight of little Randy which still hung fat and thick.

"Sorry," I spoke thickly, "my trousers are in the washroom, drying off," I
added lamely.

"I'll get them sir," grinned Smithers and I saw him lick his lips. I also
noticed his tight fitting uniform, the man was quite toned looking and I
felt little Randy twitch. "I know the way," Smithers said walking backwards
out of the office.

I stood there, little Randy swung just a little thicker and I noticed
Master Matt's eyes were directed at him. For a moment I almost spoke the
line, 'Like what you see?' but then I remembered the boy was kid after all,
although he looked delectable standing there in that clean crisp uniform.

Smithers returned and handed me my trousers which thankfully were dry and
stain free looking. Quickly I donned them, sliding my long legs into the
holes and carefully buttoned the fly over my slightly stiff cock, they both
watched intently and again I saw Smithers lick his lips with the tip of his
tongue. I stuffed my wallet and other items in my pockets.

"Hello," it was Donny he had now returned with a very happy smile on his
face and my camera in his hand and I could see the slight damp patch
similar to my own, it looked like Chet had given him the usual deep detail
I had experienced.

"This is Master Matt and Smithers," I said to Donny giving him a raised
eyebrow as I spoke, "Its a new case."

Donny nodded, "I'll make out a case folder," he smiled, he'd got the need
for no questions.

"I'll be back shortly," I announced as I followed Master Matt out of the
room and across the outer office, Smithers, led the way standing straight
as he opened the outer door for us.

A parking attendant was standing by the gleaming dark limousine that was
parked in front of the office. He stood to the attention as we approached
and almost saluted as Smithers held open the door for Master Matt and
myself to get in.

"Thank you," Master Matt his white teeth flashing in a brilliant smile
nodded at the attendant.

"Anytime sir," the attendant touched his cap with his forefinger, usually I
saw his fingers in a much different salute.  The Dearborne effect I sighed
to myself.

As the car sped towards the Academy Matt as he now asked me to address him
explained more about Geno. The missing boy was fourteen years old and they
had been lovers for about four months now. The boy lived with his father in
a low rise estate to the south of the town, one of the Dearborne
constructions and home to a number of paid employees. He had last seen the
boy on Monday afternoon when they had been together at Geno's
home. Smithers had driven him there after school on Monday and after they
had made love, he had then left to go home, they normally met at Matt's
place on Wednesday, where under cover of maths tuition they would make love
until it was time for Geno to go home, Smithers would normally drive
him. Wednesday being yesterday he had been surprised when his lover had not
appeared and despite several phone calls there had been no response. He had
spoken to Zeno the boys father who appeared unconcerned at the boys
disappearance, it was not the first time the boy had gone AWOL and he had
told Matt he would let him know when Geno returned.

"So Zeno doesn't know about your special relationship," I said to Matt. He
coloured again.

"Er, no," he replied, "Zeno thinks I am just helping him with his homework
and we always meet at his house when Zeno is working away. I," he blushed
again, "I know his work schedule."

"And probably alter it for your own advantage," I said nonchalantly.

Matt gave me a hard look, not bad for a young kid, "Your reputation as a
detective is well earned," he hazed at me.

We arrived at the Academy and Smithers swung the limo round to a stop
outside of the huge entrance columns, I felt a little awed at the tall
imposing structure. Smithers in a swift precise movement exited the car,
opened the door and handed over a knapsack to Matt as he climbed out of the
seat.

"Smithers will fill you in on any other details," Matt said, "he has my
complete confidence."

I watched the young assured boy stride away into the vast enclosure
admiring the boys character. 'A Dearborne through and through,' I thought
to myself watching the slim figure dwarfing the columns he walked through.

Smithers closed the car door and drove off, nonplussed I sat back in the
leather seat and thought about the case.  I had expected the chauffeur to
invite me to share the front seat so we could converse but the man had
obviously other ideas. I mused about the missing boy, 'had he run off with
another boy, his father's attitude if it was true suggested as much,' I
considered another train of thought, 'could he have really been kidnapped
but there had been no ransom demand and in any case who would expect a
gardener to have access to large sums of money, even a Dearborne gardener,'
it didn't ring true.

The limo came to a stop and I looked out of the window wanting to take my
bearings. I did not recognise the wooded area that Smithers had stopped
in. I was about to press the internal communication button when the car
door opened and Smithers slid in beside me.

"Where are we?" I asked confused.

"On one of the back roads to the Dearborne Mansion," he smiled and began to
unbutton his uniform, "Master Matt said I was to be completely at your
service," he grinned and he pushed a button beside him and the seat beneath
me flattened out and I fell backwards with the sudden change of
position. "I suggest we get better acquainted," he added, "as we have to
work together."

I found myself looking up at the deep blue eyes of the handsome chauffeur
and saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"This part of the estate is left to nature," he whispered and ran his hand
up my thigh and then squeezed my now semi stiff cock, "I also like to
embrace nature's bounties," he grinned as he slowly unbuttoned my fly.

"Oh I'm definitely all natural," I sighed reaching for his own opening.

He smelt clean and lemony as we kissed, he was hot, real hot and all man, I
could feel the toned muscles through that amazing tight uniform, in a trice
we were both naked and rubbing hard up against each other. I stoked his
taut chest, hairless and smooth and teased his nipples, one after the
other, he growled deep in his throat as I did so. Our tongues duelled and
we wrestled for position on the soft leather, both of us testing each
other, our cocks touching and leaking our lubricating fluids over each
other. My hand was first to his man pussy, I felt the heat emanating from
his pucker and slicked a finger through our combined slimes before
returning it to his hole. Swiftly I smeared our juices across and around
his wrinkled rose and then slid it in. He gasped and I felt his inner tube
grab at my finger sucking me further in. Our eyes met and he relaxed his
grip on my neck.

A second finger joined the first and then a third and now he was writhing
and rotating his hips, I moved to gain entrance between his legs and he
slid them open for me. Again we looked at each other and I saw the
surrender in his deep blues. One quick change of position, one quick thrust
and I was buried deep inside his pulsing hot manglove, I felt his grunt as
I buried my nine inches inside him and he took it all in that one swift
mounting. We waited for the adjustment, kissing slowly and deeply and I
slid my hands under his back and down to couple his arsecheeks in my palms.

"Ready," I murmured throatily into his mouth.

"Fuck Yeah," he replied spreading his legs even wider and I felt his legs
slide across my buttocks, sensing them crossing at the ankles.

He rose to meet me as I plunged downwards, his taut muscular torso grinding
his cock between out stomachs as I fucked good and hard. I was relentless,
just as much as he was. We growled and nipped at each other as I speared
him continuously, our bodies sweating now as we rode at each other, seeking
pleasure in the rough contact of our skin and bruising up against each
others muscles. Fuck he was strong and fuck he was hot, he gave as good as
he got and I hadn't had such a hot hole in a good long time. I could feel
him milking me, using the muscles of his fucktube around my fuckstick,
manipulating my cockhead with amazing sensations.

"Faster," he growled and dug his fingers down my back, scraping my backbone
with his fingernails and sensing his need I upped my rate.

Like a rabbit I pronged him deep, his own hole taking my piston rod in its
red hot grip. I felt the pulse and knew he was about to shoot, again I
pounded him, hard, hard and harder still, pressing my engorged stomach
muscles against his pulsing dickhead feeling its sudden expansion as he
groaned and growled and then he fired off between us, his manmilk swamping
our heaving torsos and spraying across our nipples. Seconds later I
ejaculated deep inside him, feeling his heat cool as my load coated his
inner lust and we fucked gently, expending the last dregs of our combined
seed, winding down to normality.

"Fuck that was good," we both spoke as one and grinned at each other,
recognising our equality.

I lay on top of him, my shaft still hard and stiff and embedded in him, we
kissed softly and then he sighed and relaxed.

"So what do you want to know?" he asked, there was no movement to get me
out of him and I looked at his face, seeing the trust in his gaze.

"Geno?" I asked.

"Cute kid, Matt loves him, they make a good couple," he replied, "the kids
right about Geno, the boy doesn't strike me as a waster. I've seen them
together and they have something good between them."

"What about Matt's father," I added.

"He loves his son's, all of them, Matt's special, he does have
brains. Could make Senator or even President," Smithers said and I
understood and believed him.

"Would he want to make Geno disappear?" I asked.

Smithers thought for a long moment before he replied, "If Matt was older
and Geno threatened Grant's plans for Matt, then," he sighed, "yes, maybe,"
he took a deep breath and added, "but Matt's just turned ten, Grant's more
likely to let the boy sow his wild oats first, with their money they can do
just about anything and I should know, I've been bodyguard to all the
Dearborne sons. I know a lot of secrets but I'm paid for that."

He spoke flatly and honestly I knew he was telling me he could not be
bought. He would supply information as he thought it relevant to my task.

"Zeno?" I suggested.

"Paid employee like me," smiled Smithers, "Grant looks after his employees,
he knows the value of trusted and trusty staff, he expects total loyalty
and he doesn't abuse it," he spoke truly and then added, "but there is
something there, the relationship between Zeno and Geno is not that good."
He stopped and looked hard at me, "don't get me wrong, I don't think he
would hurt the boy or abuse him but its true they don't see eye to eye."

"What about the boy going AWOL before?" I was curious.

"Don't know the full story. I think when they get on each other's nerves
too much Geno takes off, he's got a lot of friends so can always find a
place to stay till they both cool down," Smithers spoke tentatively and I
knew he was guessing.

"Boyfriends?" I asked.

"Maybe," he was quizzical, "the boys' no virgin," he chuckled, "for that
matter neither is Matt, but until he got involved with Matt I only heard
the usual snippets from other members of staff."

"So it's a mystery then," I spoke my thoughts aloud.

"Well you're the detective," Smithers smiled, "now I need to get back to
work," he added, "I've got a recent picture you can have and some details
written down in a folder for you."

"Great," I smiled and pulsed my cock in his fuckchute, he smiled.

"Come on," he replied, "lets get out of here, there's a deep pool nearby we
can use to wash off in and I've got towels in the back. Matt and Geno
sometimes like to fuck here."

I pushed at him again, pulsing my cock at his button. He looked at me and a
big cheesy grin crossed his face.

"There's a nice grassy bank right by the pool," he smiled at me, "gets the
sun, cool breeze of the stream, quiet, private and."

"One of nature's bounties," I suggested.



END OF PART ONE



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