Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2007 19:41:51 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 17 This story is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, please leave this page now. If you are under age for reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction involving both underage boys and older guys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. The first major turning point in the story has now occurred and all the main characters have been introduced. I will continue to post two chapters each week, with the final chapter (26) appearing just before Easter. Feedback, including constructive criticism, is more than welcome and I always reply to it. To send comments, please e-mail : pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. SEVENTEEN RICO It's nearly half past seven when I reach the bus station. I look around; there's nobody else there. Still it's early yet. I take up my usual position and light up. Usually I'm pretty smart at spotting trouble before it arrives, but not this time. I'm suddenly aware that there are two people walking right towards me, a man and a woman. I'd do a runner, but they're coming from different directions and by the time I clock what they're doing they're too close for me to be able to do that. The guy pulls his card out and slaps it in front of my face. "D.S. Hargreaves, Malston C.I.D., he says, in a brusque, no-nonesense manner. Coppers! What the fuck do they want? I ask myself. The woman opens a clipboard folder and shows me a photograph. "D'you know this boy?" she asks. "His name's Billy Clark." I look at the picture. It's Billy all right, looking a little younger than he does now. Okay so the pic may be a year old or so. "Seen him around," I say, trying not to give anything away. "Why? Is there a problem." "Yesterday afternoon he was working around this area," Hargreaves says in that rather detached voice coppers always use when they're telling you something. "Well, he got picked up. The man took him to the woods at the back of Calcroft and raped him." I feel like I've had all the breath knocked out of me. I like Billy; I sorted him out with his first punter. He was okay; and now this! That is sick! "We need your help," the woman says. "You're round here a lot; we've seen you." Fuck! That's news to me! "We're looking for a guy driving a red car," Hargreaves tells me. "D'you know anyone like that? We need to catch this guy before he does it again." "What sort of red car?" I ask. "Hatchback; that's all we know." "Well, I don't know him or nothing, but there's a guy who comes around here in a red hatchback, weekends mostly; I've seen him a dozen times at least over the last couple of months, more probably. It's always the same pack drill: he drives round a couple of times, looking to see who's about, then he drives off. A couple of times I've thought he was going to pick me up then it's like he's changed his mind and fucked off. I've never even got a proper look at him; it's always dark when he comes round." "Very interesting!" Hargreaves says. "Could be our man! So you've never seen him pick anyone up." "No." "Can you remember if Billy was ever around when he's shown up." I think for a second or two and shake my head. "Don't think so; no, I'm pretty sure he wasn't." "Or any other young kids like that?" "Not seen any other young kids like Billy round here; there aren't any as far as I know." "So if it was the really young ones this guy was after, he wouldn't have found any, at least not at the times you've seen him." "No, I guess. Is Billy all right?" "Difficult to say. Physically he'll mend okay; psychologically, who knows?" "So where is he?" "The Royal." "So it was pretty bad then?" "It wasn't pleasant," Hargreaves tells me. "Okay, you'd better remind me what your name is." "Rico, short for Enrico." "Surname?" "Canelli." "Italian?" he asks quizzically, giving me a little smile. "Yeah, well my dad was." "Was?" "Was, is, I don't fuckin' know! Fucked off with some tart when I was six, haven't seen him since. We didn't see that much of him before." "Billy, one of George's little friends, is he?" Hargreaves asks, abruptly changing the subject. "Don't know what you're talking about," I tell him, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Of course you don't," Hargreaves says mockingly. "But we know a lot more than you think we do. Remember when you got mugged by a couple of black kids a couple of years back? George put one of them through a plate glass window. Of course, the kid didn't want to talk to us, so there was nothing we could do, but we knew all right." Following on from everything else, that's taken the wind right out of my sails. I'd just assumed they had no idea who'd done what. "Well, if you see George," he continues, "tell him not to do anything silly. He's all right, George; I wouldn't want to see him on a murder charge." He's right on the money with that too. George loves Billy to bits. When he finds out what's happened he'll go fuckin' apeshit! If he catches this nonse before the coppers get him he's quite likely to cut the guy's dick off and stuff it down his throat. "Right," Hargreaves says. "Thanks for your help. If you see the guy in the red hatchback again, make sure to get the registration number. Here's my card; keep it safe. Any information, call me." "Yeah, I will, man!" I tell him. "I want this guy caught as much as you do." They go on their way. I feel numb; numb and sick. Billy's a nice kid; he doesn't deserve to have something like that happen to him. I jerk myself back to reality. It's Friday; that means Mondeo John will be expecting to pick him up. Shit! Outside Blockbusters at eight o'clock; if I go now I'll just get there in time. I get to Blockbusters and check my watch; two minutes to eight. Thirty seconds later John's car appears. As soon as he stops, I stride across and get in next to him. "Drive!" I say abruptly. John looks flustered. "Where's Billy?" he asks. "Just drive, John, please!" The car pulls away and heads off down the street. I settle back in my seat and take a deep breath. There's no easy way of saying this. "Billy's in hospital; he's been raped," I tell him. The car snakes violently then straightens out again. John's face has turned grey. "Sorry; it's just such a shock!" he says shakily. "When did this happen, d'you know?" "Yesterday afternoon, seems he came out to work. Got picked up by some guy in a red hatchback; guy took him to the woods at the back of Calcroft Park and raped him." "Oh dear! I saw the report about that on the local news. They didn't name the boy, of course. So it was Billy. Oh, I am sorry! How did you hear this?" "Soon as I turned up at the bus station two coppers got hold of me, wanting to know about the guy in the red hatchback mainly. They told me." "And were you able to help them at all?" "Well, I've seen a guy in a red hatchback driving round there loads of times, but he never picks anyone up. Coppers think it's `cause we're all too old for him." "So Billy's never been there when he's come round?" "No; he comes around weekends mainly, and never shows till it's gone dark. Billy's long gone by then, even if he's been round earlier. He's with you on a Friday in any case." "So what sort of time does he come round?" "Half nine, ten, that sort of time." "Well suppose we go and get something to eat, then afterwards we'll go and park up and watch to see if he shows. If he does, at least we'll be able to get the registration number." "Yeah, okay. I don't think he will though. He'd be mad to show himself round there after what's happened. I reckon he'll be keeping his head down for a while." "You're probably right. It's worth a try though." John says, patting my knee. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 RICO It's quarter past ten, we've been here nearly an hour and there's been no sign of him. I'm bored shitless; I knew he wouldn't show. "John, can we go now?" I ask. "We're wasting our time here. Can we go back to your place?" "Yes, no problem. I guess you were right; the guy's not stupid enough to come round here after doing that." He starts the car and we head out towards where John lives. I wouldn't have believed something like this would hit me as hard as it has. I just don't want to be on the street right now. It's not that I think it's dangerous or anything like that. Fuck! I've been out there for two years and I know what the risks are. It's more sort of lonely, I guess. We climb the stairs to the flat and John lets us in. "Like a drink?" he asks. "Please!" "Whiskey?" "A cup of tea would be nice!" He smiles at me and pats my shoulder. "Yes, I think I'll have one too!" We sit opposite each other drinking our tea, not really talking much. It just doesn't seem like there's much to say. I'm all ripped up about this, I really am. I think John is too. "John, can I stay the night, please?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow. "Sorry, Rico. I don't think I can afford your overnight fee right at the moment." I shake my head. "I don't want any money for it. I just want to ." "I know," John says gently, indicating for me to go and sit next to him. I flop down beside him. He puts his arm round my shoulder. It feels strong, protective; sort of makes me feel safe. I snuggle right up to him, like I used to do with mum when I was little. I guess we all need that sometimes. We sit there for nearly an hour, with John just gently cuddling me. He's always been good like that. He's always been able to tell if I'm feeling down or something. The only difference today is that we both are. Maybe he's as glad of my company as I am of his. "I hope Billy's going to be all right." I say quietly. "So do I," John says, gently stroking my hair. "What did the police say?" "Said he'd be okay physically, but he might have `psychological problems'. I guess they mean it might have done his head in." "Yes, I guess it might. He'll need a lot of love and care over the next few months to help him get through this. The trouble is, once they find out the way he's been living, he'll fall into the clutches of social services, and there's not much love and care to be had from that quarter." "Yeah, you're right there." "Ready for bed" he asks. "I'm tired!" "Yeah; me too!" We head off to the bedroom and strip off. I've slept over with John a few times; we always sleep naked. I take off my boxers and get into bed without even thinking about it. A moment later, John's there beside me. We kiss. For once I'm not doing it because I'm getting paid for it; I'm doing it because I want to. It's quite gentle at first, but it builds and builds until we're really going for it, lips locked together, our tongues doing this real sexy dance. I'm so glad I came here tonight; after what the coppers told me; being with John is the best thing I could have done. I reach down and take hold of his cock; it's hard and throbbing. I want this! I've seen a good few cocks since I've been on the game and John's got a real nice one. I lick my way down his chest while he gently strokes my hair. I reach his cock and lick all over the large, shiny head. Sure, I've been sucking cocks for a couple of years and I'm pretty good at it, but I've always just done it as a job. But this time it's different. I take it into my mouth, plunging down till my nose is buried in his pubes then allowing my lips to slide slowly back up until they're just behind the head. John's quiet moaning and the way he's stroking my hair tell me what a good job I'm doing. I pause for a second, take the tube of KY off the nightstand and pass it to him. I get back to my sucking. John reaches down my back, gently working the jelly into my bum, first with one finger, then two. John and Pete the Prof are the only two guys I've ever allowed to fuck me. Even with them, getting fucked has been something I've put up with. I've never really liked it, but it pays well. But I want it now; I want John to be right inside me. I let him go and roll over onto my left side. Within in second or two John's spooned up behind me. I raise my right knee to give him more room, then reach back, guiding his large cock onto my boy-hole. He pushes forward, gently but firmly. There's a moment's discomfort as he goes through my ring, but that's quickly replaced by a wonderful warm feeling as he fills me with that beautiful cock of his. He hits my love-button, sending a little jolt of electricity through my cock. He eases back then thrusts in again, fucking me with long, even strokes. He reaches down and fondles my cock, not really wanking me, only playing with it really. He increases the pace, fucking me harder, hitting my love-button on every inward stroke. I can feel myself getting close. Then it hits. All my muscles are twitching, legs flailing uncontrollably, bum clamping down on his dick. My cock comes to life between his fingers, spunk spurting wildly all over the bed sheets. With a few more thrusts he's there too, his cock jerking and pulsing deep inside me as he fills me up with his thick creamy spunk. I lie there, completely drained, John's hot breath playing on the back of my neck and filling my nostrils, his cock still embedded in my bum. Slowly and carefully he pulls out. Wow! That was awesome! "Sorry," I whisper. "I've made a bit of a mess." "Don't worry," John says, gently nibbling my ear. "Seems like you enjoyed that! I was going to change these sheets tomorrow anyway." I go to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Five minutes later I'm back in bed. "Goodnight, kiddo," John whispers, spooned up behind me. Seconds later I'm sound asleep.