Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 21:16:13 +0100
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: PART FOUR OF THE CASE OF THE GARDENERS BOY

The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part Four
A Randy Harden Story
(c) Van T Z Boi 2010

(The usual disclaimers apply. Our Private Dick is hot and on the case
too. I hope you are enjoying this venture, should I continue or have you
had enough. Van T Z Boi)



Down on his knees he went and sucked my limp dangling cock inside his
mouth. I sighed and leant against the cool warm of the wet tiles as my cock
once again became engorged, this time fully sheathed inside his mouth and
throat. The sight of him keeling before me worshipping my manshaft with his
mouth was enough for me and after just five minutes I unloaded a final ball
load of mancream, this time coating his mouth and throat with my seed.

"Tasty, so tasty," Tony grinned suckling my cockhead as he drained me dry.

Dressed I intended to check on Matt and opened the dormitory door.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked, he was nearly dressed now standing there
in his shirt and pulling up his trousers.

"I need to check in with my student," I replied, it was the truth after
all.

"Most students will be in the commissary," he said, "I'm heading there, why
not come with me, I'll show you the way, my dorm mates had to go in early
as they were on monitor duty."

It seemed sensible so I waited until he was fully dressed and we walked
together, he chatted on about himself and the school and I listened with
one ear, intent on making sure of my whereabouts and continually looking
out for Matt. I caught sight of the Scarpetti kid out of the corner of my
eye, he was heading in the same direction we were but there was no sign of
young Solly with him. It made me think about the younger boy.

"Are you related to a small boy, a young junior also called Buckfast?" I
asked Tony stopping him in mid flow.

He looked at me his eyes narrowed, "He's my younger brother," he 'replied
and added, "he's just as big a horn dog as," he stopped and grabbed my arm,
"don't tell me that little runt of a slut Ritchie got to you first," I
could see he was annoyed.

"Nope," I told him and added, "I saw him with an older boy, dark haired
swarthy type," I gave nothing away I wanted to see what he knew.

"Scarpetti," the way Tony spoke it was like a real dirty word, "that
Italian punk has been at Ritchie, I told him to keep away, the kids a nasty
piece of work, he's selfish, just likes to fuck and cum," he spoke bitterly
and I got the angle that he knew Nick Scarpetti in the biblical sense too.

"He did you," I made it sound I couldn't believe he had fallen for the
jerk.

Tony sighed, "He was new, like anybody you give them the benefit of the
doubt, besides there was the dangerous element. We all knew who his father
was and it added an extra edge, a frisson to the prospect, besides he was
an unknown element. No one knew if he swung at all, so I checked him out
and we ended up together," he snorted, "I'm not doing that again. He just
fucked me and left me horned up, came back two hours later offering to fuck
me again but I told him where to go and the other guys soon caught on. The
trouble is he trades on his father's reputation and he's now got a little
gang, the usual dregs," he grimaced and then looked at me, "was he fucking
Ritchie?"

I had to tell him what I'd seen.

"FUCK," he cried out, "I'll kill him, I told him time and time again, keep
away from boys he don't know, the trouble is he likes his cock to much. I
ought to work on getting him a proper boyfriend, someone I can trust to
look out for him," I heard him go quiet and then caught him looking at me.

"No way," I told him, "I'm not here everyday and to keep the Scarpetti guys
at bay and out of reach you'll need someone based in the Academy."

Tony nodded and then added something which I considered to be useful
information.

"He says his father sent him here to keep him out of trouble, but I've been
with the jerk, I'm sure he only swings one way. Like my brother he likes
cock too much and he's not Academy material," he snorted again, "he gets
his gang to write his assignments up and he had more excuses for avoiding
games and Phys Ed than a politician can lie." Tony stopped walking and
grabbed my arm, "Did you know about his father catching him with a whore?"
I nodded slowly, "I reckon it was a set up, no kid is going to let his
father catch him at it unless he wants him to. I reckon he set the whole
thing up himself so his father would stash him where there was plenty of
boydick for him to play with. If it hadn't of been the Academy it would
have been one of the other residential schools, but the Academy is pretty
strong on security and safety. We have a lot of important people's
offspring studying here."

I studied him and then another piece of the puzzle fitted in, Buckfast I
knew the name meant something. The BFCorp owned the building I rented the
office in. BF Buckfast. I asked Tony.

"You related to the BFCorp?"

He grinned, "Guilty," he smiled, "Pops built the real estate side of the
business up after Gramps started the business with the money he made from
selling the original farm for building plots when the town began to
expand."

'Fuck!' I snorted to myself, 'I was paying rent to his father, Fuck I was
probably paying for his education.' Suddenly the prospect of fucking him
brought a whole new meaning to revenge and then I dismissed the idea, the
kid was a great lay and it would be because of that that I wanted to fuck
him again.

"I'll have to speak to the Council," muttered Tony, "they'll sort out
Scarpetti."

"The Council?" I was intrigued.

"We have a honour code," Toby spoke seriously, "The School Captain and
other high ranking students in the Academy look after the school's
reputation. Gangster father or not, the Council will deal with him one way
or the other."

He sounded serious and his tone was severe. I wondered what possible
punishments this so called guardians of honour could visit on the nasty kid
I had observed. We walked on for a few minutes in silence.

 In the commissary we lined up and he treated me to a coffee and a sandwich
whilst he opted for coke and burger and fries.

"Need to fill my inner man," he grinned he was back to his gentle sexy
self.

"I thought I did a pretty good job of that myself," I whispered to him and
he laughed and blushed prettily.

"Gotta replace those minerals you fucked out of me," he whispered back and
I followed him to a corner table where a similar aged crowd of boys were
talking and eating.

"This is Mr Harden," Tony announced me to his crowd, "he's a councillor."

I received a number of hard stares and other glances and noted a number of
lips being licked as I was sized up. Tony pulled me down beside him as the
boys politely made way for us. I listened to their chatty talk as I ate and
scanned the room seeking a sight of Matt but I could not see him. Tony was
talking quietly to the dark haired boy sitting beside him, I noted the
looks the boy was giving me and assumed I was the subject of the
conversation. I had to interrupt him however.

"Tony where do the younger students hang out?" I asked I had given up
trying to find Matt amongst the pooling seething crowd of boys.

"What's his name?" Tony asked, "it may help me locate him for you."

"Matt Dearborne," I said and caught the narrowing look in his eyes and the
gasp of sudden intaken breath. The Dearborne effect was again in evidence.

"Your a Dearborne councillor," he stated more than asked. I nodded, "Fuck
do they pay you by the inch then?" he whispered. I avoided the retort that
sprang to my lips after all he was still a teenager and replying, 'No
hourly rate just like any normal whore,' was in my mind not suitable for
his tender ears despite the fucking I had given him.

"The junior boys tend to eat outside," his companion supplied, "less chance
of getting their food thrown over them, juniors are always in danger of
getting hazed," he added.

I rose from my seat and taking my coffee cup bid them 'goodbye' and headed
outside. Tony now knew how to get hold of me if he wanted to and I was
tempted to ride the boy again, he was an excellent fuck after all. I looked
back and caught the looks of the boys gathered around him Tony had his
hands extended in front of him, I narrowed my eyes, he wasn't exaggerating
the length at all. The boys mouth dropped and saw the deeper looks in the
eyes that sought mind followed by that sexy lip licking. I hustled away
feeling those searing glances in my back.

 Outside in the warm open space the cries and yells of the younger crowd
filled the air and it took just a few moments to locate Matt sitting with a
crowd similar to Tony's had been, not only that but the young kid known as
Ritchie Buckfast was sitting opposite Matt, 'the kid is one of Matt's
crowd' I noted for possible further information.

Matt saw me and rose from the table, it took a few seconds to discover he
had no further information so I headed out to the car park, the next port
of call was Dearborne High to get a better idea of when Geno had actually
disappeared.



The Assistant Principal was most helpful, the receptionist had almost wet
her pants when I flashed the card, if the Principal had been available then
no doubt I would have been ushered into his office but he was away at
County for a meeting.

"Geno was last seen late Tuesday morning, he attended registration and his
first class then he was with the school councillor and after that, we don't
know. He did not appear for afternoon registration and his father was
called as a matter of course," said the dapper little partly bald man. "The
police were informed, they pick up any truants but since their initial
contact we've heard nothing more." He gave me the name of the officer
dealing with the case and I smiled, I knew the lazy sonofabitch Marco well.

"Can I speak to the councillor Geno spoke to?" I asked, it was likely the
councillor may have some inkling about the reason for Geno's disappearance.

Mike Raven was a young good looking twenty something hunk, 'School
councillor he should be teaching sports' I thought as I felt the strong
grip on my hand and that tickle between my legs. I was definitely
interested in anything he had to offer.

"Call me Mike," he smiled as he sat down, his legs opening a fraction
wider, his bulge to my mind filling out somewhat, "the kids call me Coach
R," he added, "I teach football mostly but I took psychology as my second
string and the school needed to fill the councillor position whilst wanting
to improve the sports team."

I asked about Geno, he was unguarded obviously he took my flashing of my
card at face value and spoke to me as an equal. The need for
confidentiality was not expressed it was his simple assumption.

"Nice kid," Mike said, "got the makings of a pitcher if he wants it, his
right arm could be deadly with the right training but he's got a brain. The
trouble is in a place like this kids who use their brain tend to get
bruised by the kids who don't want to use their brains. He's popular and
keeps out of the gangs, he doesn't have the muscle for a player so they
tend to ignore him."

"Any special friends?" I asked.

Mike tapped my card, "Matt's been helping him with his schoolwork, funny
relationship, I mean Matt's that much younger but since he started tutoring
Geno there has been a marked improvement in his grades. I assume it's Matt
that is worried about Geno's disappearance and it is upsetting him?"

I nodded sagely I was not going to give away anything. "Any kids in the
High School he hangs out with?"

"Loads," grinned Mike, he scribbled down a list of five names and taking
out a folder added their addresses and phone numbers. He underlined one
name, "I'd speak to Drake first, they have been close since before Junior
High. I understand that when things get bad between Geno and his dad up
till now, since Matt's appearance on the scene, it was Drake he usually
went to."

"Thanks you've been very helpful," I said and stood up.

Mike stood up saying, "Drake should be in drama now, I'll show you the
way."

He stepped close and I could smell his horniness, I felt my interest rise,
if it was not for the missing boy I would have done something about it
there and then, he looked at me, that look I knew so well in his eyes.

"I'm still new in town," he spoke softly, "perhaps if you get sometime you
could show me around," he smiled and flashed his eyes, "or something."

He pushed past me, cleverly he rubbed his bulge against mine as we duelled
for position in the small space I found myself enclosed in. His heat was
almost overpowering and I had to fight the inclination to rip his clothes
of and study the hidden muscular torso that hinted its delectable presence.

"I'll take a rain check," I smiled and his nostril flared sexily.

"Great," he beamed a dazzling smile, "I'd love to know what to do on a
rainy afternoon."

Drake turned out to be a thin gangly fourteen year old, his head was
slightly out of proportion with his body, he was still gong through puberty
but there were no signs of heavy spots on his face. He was black haired, an
untidy mop with grey eyes and think pink lips. He smelt of washed sweaty
youth not unpleasant but there was that disinfectant tang, spot cleaner I
thought that hung about him. He had a high-pitched voice and I wondered if
his balls had dropped yet but his droopy t-shirt and jeans gave nothing
away.

We sat outside under a leafy tree and I asked about Geno.

He was defensive, it was clear the boys were close and he wanted to protect
his friend. I pushed it and came on strong.

"Look Geno's missing for longer than usual and we're worried about him," I
spoke hard my face close to his, reading his eyes and body and I caught the
flicker in his eye, "He was with you," I stated and Drake at first tried to
bluster his way through it but I'm not a trained councillor I have my own
way of knowing things.

I grabbed him by the t-shirt and pulled him right up against me, his odour
changed, the sour tang of hormonal youth became heightened along with the
new look of fear in his eye.

"I, I," he twisted away and I brought him back nose to nose, my free hand
stroked down his chest and stabbed him just above the waist, he grunted.

"Don't fuck with me kid," I blazed throatily, "Geno was with you wasn't he,
the question is where is he now?"

  He reddened and bleated some more and I let my hand fall further down and
pressed his crotch. I could feel the thin shaft, hard and hot inside his
jeans. I pushed with the flat of my hand, grinding the hard gristle of his
boyhood against his stomach. His eyes filled with tears and I squeezed him
hard.

"You want to grow old enough to grow hairs on your balls," I hissed, "for
fuck's sake I'm on Geno's side. I'm not looking for him for his father or
the authorities, Matt's worried about him."

"Matt," I heard the slight hint of jealousy slip from his thin lips. I knew
then that Geno meant more to him than perhaps Geno knew and probably Matt.

"Spill it," I said and he crumpled.

"He was with me Tuesday night after school. He'd seen Mike the councillor
and then there was a rumpus during the lunch break, some of the rougher
kids had a row and somehow Geno got involved. He got away from the flare up
and took off. He turned up as I was walking home, he'd spent the afternoon
in the local library." Drake blubbed a bit and I handed him my
handkerchief, it was the one Matt had replaced. "Because of the fight with
his dad he stayed with me that night," Drake's eyes filled with tears
again, "then, then," Drake hiccupped, "I left early for school but he never
arrived and I haven't seen him since."

I looked at the kid, something told me there was something more, the kid
was still hiding something. He looked at me, and I stared deep into his
eyes, there was a shadow that worried me and he had to look away. I pushed
my hand down on his groin, he was still hard and hot and the slim tube
pulsed under my hand.

"What aren't you telling me?" I demanded and grabbed his chin pulling him
nose to nose again.

"I, I, er, we, we," he stuttered and tried to look away.

"Matt," I whispered and again there was that trace of jealous venom and he
trembled and I felt his cock pulse hard and then I knew, "he didn't fuck
you," I stated, "no not that, he wouldn't fuck you 'cos of Matt."

I could see by the look that now coloured his eyes and the way his body
slumped that I was right.

"We were together," he cried, "together for years until Matt came along" he
sobbed now and I let him go and then held him against me as he cried his
heart out on my chest. "Where is he?" he mewled, "I wanted him so much to
love me, that morning when we woke. Normally we would do it before we went
to school but he wouldn't, he said it was different now, we were just
friends," he bawled and added, "I miss him so much."

I stroked and consoled him as best I could. At length he told me that after
their morning row he had showered dressed and left for school. At that time
Geno was in the shower and he assumed they would see each other at school
and that then Geno would go back home.

"He normally does that," Drake sighed, "stays with me for one night then
goes back home but I haven't seen him since Wednesday morning. I didn't say
anything about him being with me on Tuesday night after he went missing on
Wednesday. It was, it was too painful and I was scared of being considered
I was involved in his disappearance." I squeezed his shoulder, "You will
find him won't you?" he blubbered a bit more, "please find him and bring
him back. I won't mind if we don't do it again, ever. I just want to know
he's safe and happy."

"Don't worry," I assured him and he looked up me with his tear stained face
and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Thank you," he whispered.

The time scale had narrowed it was clear now that Geno had gone missing
sometime on Wednesday morning. It was time to check in with the police to
see if they had any leads and luckily I have some pull in the local force.

I walked Drake back to the main building and made sure he was okay before I
left. As I passed the sports field I saw Mike with a tall youth, he was
standing by the youth counting his press-up, he was positioned close to the
fence by the car park, not the right place for a training session but just
right to check on anyone who was on their way to their car. He smiled and
came up to me, he was bare chested, the firm pecs with the dark brown
nipples stared at me, the flat six pack of a stomach and then came the
smallest pair of blue shorts I had seen since I started learning to swim at
five, his groin bulged, you could see the thick line of his cock, he had
obviously dispensed with a jock strap just to show himself of for me. I
didn't get as far as his legs I was locked on the swelling tube.

"Everything okay?" he smiled and smoothed the shorts by the sides
accentuating his bag of goodies.

"Looks okay to me," I smiled back adding, "whose the athlete?"

"Oh," he looked flustered and turned back to the kid who was sweating away
as he managed a shaky press up. "You can stop now Johnny," he said, "start
your warm down now." He turned back to me, "How was Drake?"

"Should be fine," I said, "he and Geno have history and he's given me some
helpful information but he's feeling a bit down at the moment. I left him
back in class."

"Right, I'll look in on him later," Mike smiled and there was a gentle sway
of his hips, I got the message, "perhaps you can look in on me later," he
grinned.

"I've got your details," I replied and watch him walk away, his butt
swished and you could see the taut muscles straining the blue fabric. He
put his arm across his student's shoulder.

"Come on Johnny," he said throatily, "I'll work on that bad knee of yours
in the locker room," and he flashed me another of those looks.

I was about to reply when a deeper voice behind me spoke, it had that vocal
tang, the singing Italian tone.

"Betta watcha your butt Johnny," said the voice, "or coach mighta make a
toucha down."

As I turned around another more nasally voice spoke, "Or he might tackle
yore tackle," it said, it was followed by a cackling laugh.

I looked to see two teenagers behind me, one was swarthy, thickset, black
curly hair, repeated on his eyebrows which met in the centre. The other was
also olive skinned but was a slim skinny stringy black haired runt. As I
watched they laughed and chinked their wrists at each other, similar
looking bangles made of some cheap material. They wore tight fitting grey
t-shirts and tight hip hugging jeans. They strode away laughing in that
cheap nasty way. I looked back at Mike.

"Hoodlums, in the making," he said, "not interested in learning, just
waiting out their time."

'Probably part of the Scarletti dominion ,' I thought to myself and waving
my hand in farewell at Mike headed off to my car.



I was in luck at the Precinct, Ivan Zablonski was the Duty Desk Sergeant,
he waved me through. He and I go way back and he owes me favours, we often
swap information it helps both our causes. I headed down the stairs into
the depths of the station, past the lockup and onto Record, there I found
Tim Jollyson. I stepped into the dusty dark office, the lines of dark
folder filled shelves stretched into the distance. I walked down to Tim's
desk, he was busy studying three open folders and making notes, intent on
his job he appeared unaware of my presence. I tiptoed up behind him and
slid my hand down his uniformed chest to grasp his basket, he gasped and
then relaxed, leaving me to gently squeeze his goodies, his stubby fat cock
and the large balls that could shoot a cream so tasty my mouth was already
watering.

"Randy," he sighed and stroked my squeezing hand, "it's been so," he sighed
deeply, "How long since you and I."

I cut him short, "It was last Tuesday in the locker room at the Y," I told
him, "as it is every Tuesday."

He grinned, "Go on honey, squeeze yourself a creamy milk shake if you
want."

"Nah," I grinned reluctantly letting him go, I had other matters on my
mind. "I need your help," I asked him. I quickly explained about Geno and
he dug out the file, we both knew the officer on the case, the details were
sparse, hell I had more information than he had written down.

"Not much to go on," said Tim, "but you know Marco, short cuts mean he can
dump cases early if he can't solve 'em." We both knew Marco's
shortcomings. "Tel you what," added Tim, "Droblonski did some house to
house in the area, now where would Marco have filed," he stopped and pulled
out the daily log for Wednesday, "ah here it is," he scanned down the
scrawled pages, "Hmm not much to add but two people mention a white
delivery truck, adds it had green writing on the side." He snapped the
folder shut, "sorry Randy that's about it." He smiled up at me.

I gently rubbed his head, "Thanks Tim, I owe ya, see you on Tuesday then as
usual," and I turned to go.

I got about three steps when he called my name. I looked back, he had
cleared the desk and was lying back on it, his trousers and boxers were on
the floor and he was unbuttoning his shirt. Even from where I stood I could
see the glisten from his man pussy, his short stubby four inch dick already
pointed upwards and I swear those big orange sized balls of his pulsed
before me.

"I will be late Tuesday," he said throatily, "got a meeting at the
courthouse but its been a long time since we," he patted the desk as he
dropped his shirt on the floor.

I moved towards him and tugged his sock off, his shoes were under the desk
where he usually left them, now he was naked. Tim unsnapped my trousers as
I dealt with my shirt and tie. He was right it had been a long time since
we debauched the Records Office and as I slid my nine inches of pure hard
meat inside him he groaned as I recalled from those other naughty times.

"Oh Fuck me Randy," he whispered, he sounded just the same as when I first
did him back in my time on the force.

I eased in slow, normally we just sucked on Tuesday's in the showers after
the weekly workout, I could not recall the last time I fucked him, it may
have been one of those reunion gatherings in the Blue Bar where the cops
past and present hung out. I just know I loved the taste of his cum and in
those days I would take a daily sometimes hourly dose when we walked the
streets swinging our clubs. Tim had been transferred to Records when the
brass discovered his aptitude for putting two and tow together and adding
in three from another source could make or break a case from his desk. But
for now I was interested in his other attributes.

I bottomed out, my full bloated cock was deep inside him and we paused to
catch our breath, then as I felt him tremble I started the slow rotating
thrusts that did it for us both. Slow, slow twist and slow I plunged in and
out of his manpussy, the grip was tight and milking. He moaned and groaned,
the sound echoing around the dead files as I pitched higher stepping up the
pace. Now I held his balls in my hand and squeezed, he writhed on my meat
like a mixer, Oh I knew his pleasure points allright and with gentle
pressure on his gonads I made him work my muscle with his vice grip of a
manhole.

"Harder, harder," he wheezed and I knew he meant his balls.

I stood still, my meat inside his hole, his heavy balls in my hands and I
squeezed them together and tight. I could almost feel the cream working its
way up his tube. He squeezed me with his colon and then milked me as I
worked his balls, soon I could hear that rasping gasp, I bent over and took
the crab apple sized cockhead in my mouth, he grunted, trembled, moaned and
shot his sticky tapioca like man cream straight into my mouth, I savoured
the sweet tangy mixture before I swallowed, 'Yup creamy as ever,' and
gently suckled the last strings out of his already drooping cock. I looked
at him, he was awake but in a swoon, this sometimes happened when we fucked
like that. His eyelids fluttered as he came to and I gently rotated my cock
inside his now relaxed mancunt.

"Where do you want it?" I asked and he smiled and stretched sexily.

"Oh put in there," he said, "it's been so long, it could do with a
repaint."

I pounded in and out of him now, he lay pliant just gently sighing, I knew
he was feeling good, he wouldn't cum again, that wasn't his way so I could
pound away for my own pleasure. In just a few moments I felt my sperm rise
and plunged in deep in his fuckchute, giving him the repaint job he
wanted. We kissed gently, sweetly as he recovered his senses and I juts
liked the feel of his body around my still stiff prong.

"That was quite like old times," I grinned.

"You bet," he sighed, "you know I used to know every inch of that ceiling,
now it looks," he smiled, "familiar."

"We must do this again sometime," I told him.

"Tuesday would be nice," he chuckled, "the Y must have some interesting
ceilings too."

I left him lying on the desk still gazing at the ceiling. I was headed over
to Drake's house by now school was out and the kid should be home, in any
case I wanted to have a look around the neighbourhood. Ivan called to me as
I went past.

"You get what you wanted?" he smiled.

"And some," I laughed.

"So what's the case?" he asked, meaning did he have any information I might
like.

"Missing kid, Geno Hedran, father works for the Dearborne's," I said,
"Marco's handling it," I raised an eyebrow. Ivan smiled.

"Hey Tomas," he said to the young officer beside him, I didn't know him,
the kid was after my time. "Anything for Marco on the Gardeners Boy case."

The crop headed youngster checked the folder in front of him, "No sir," he
replied.

"Didn't expect anything else," sighed Ivan, "but if I hear anything."

"Sure thing Ivan," I replied and we waved hands.



Drake lived in one of the same o, same o cheaply constructed boxes, a small
estate built to house cheap workers. It had been added to as the family had
grown and sprawled backwards into the overgrown garden. The door was opened
by a younger version of the kid, obviously a brother.

"Drake in?" I asked, the kid looked at me suspiciously.

"Who are you," he demanded.

"School councillor," I retorted putting the kid in his place.

"He's in his room with the other councillor," the kid said, "He came home
with him, he says Drake's not well."

'So Mike was here' I thought as the kid pointed the way to the back of the
house. A thought hit me, I looked at the boy, "Did you see any strangers
around here on Wednesday?" I asked him, it was worth a shot the boy lived
here he may have seen something.

"Nope," the kid replied and then added, "but Viz might know something."

"Viz?" I asked.

"He lives across the street, the house with the red door, he's," the kid
thought for a moment, "he's nosy, spies on us, always looking out behind
doors, windows, trees," he said, "he don't play much with us kids."

I looked across the street, sure enough there was a house with a red door
and sure enough a curtain in the window twitched as I looked. Another wild
card to draw on.

"Thanks son," I said and walked towards Drake's room.

As I stood outside the door I could hear muted sounds, I smiled to myself,
'Good old Mike sounds like he knows how to counsel a boy alright,' I didn't
knock I simply opened the door, well there was no tie on the handle.  The
moans and groans of pleasure grew louder.



END OF PART FOUR





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The Case of the Gardener's Boy  A boy is missing and a Private Dick is on the case

Casey Plays His Hand 		Casey loves helping his sister's boyfriends out

Charlie Gives It Up		The 50's, no television what is a boy to do to be amused

Cub Camp Set Up 		New Cub is so anxious to please

Donny 				Teacher and pupils get closer

Fagging for Guy 		Life at an Edwardian Public School

Galahad Rides Out 		Edwardian Public schooldays and nights

The Gigolo Babysitter 		A complete story on one way to earn a living

Half Term Hiccup 		Half Term and Jack's on the loose

Hot Date 			Its Friday night and the boys are out with their men

The J Boys 			Family fun with horny big dicked dad and sons

Learning the Ropes 		A youth and a boy but whose teaching who

A Lesson Learned		Special lessons for a new boy

Lil' Slut at Scout Camp		One boy takes it all in

Looking in the Window 		No money, too young for a job, how can Timmy earn

Marlon's Monday 		The school week begins for this sexy teenager

Pa, Grub and Me 		Hillbilly love

Pecking Order 			How the cool guys size up for high school

Playing Trains 			Babysitting fun

Playground Love 		What's going on in the playground while the teachers are absent

Scott's Cool Brother		2 brothers, 1 dad and some friends get real close

Standing at Attention 		The Sergeant always gets his boy

A Scout in the Snow 		Are snowballs more fun this way

Taking It Deep 			Alone in the woods with six men how will I cope

Teenage Lust 			Sex and education lessons can be fun

Wayne's Best Mate's Brother 	Older teen treats his brother's mate

A Week in Wales			Cookie cooks up some cum fun survival techniques



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Delighted and Schooldazed Parts 1 & 2	Teacher shows his class how to love one another

Detained at Daddies Pleasure Part 1	A prison for training daddies boys, tears by bedding time

Jimbo Part 1				First term at school was never like this

Mummy Said Part 1			Mums away so whose going to love daddy

Young Love Parts 1 & 2			Teenagers, dads, sons and the wild, wild wood

Oh Yeah Finally Part 1			NEW Caught in the woods NEW