Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2007 19:15:07 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'July Through September' chapter 19 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. NINETEEN PAUL Well, I never expected things to turn out the way they have; I might have thought twice if I'd known. I'd thought any kid selling himself like that would be used to getting fucked. That's what happens in all the porno I've read or seen. Seems like Billy, or whatever his name was, had never taken it before. Even so, I'd expected him to keep quiet about it. But he hasn't; the dirty little slut's told the police, so now I've got the whole of the county force out there looking for me. It's a shame they've nothing better to do. I'm not too worried though; I mean, how are they going to trace me? I turn on the telly to watch the local news, see if there have been any developments. After a few minutes the report comes on. The reporter is talking to the detective in charge of the case. "And I believe that you are still looking for the man driving the red hatchback?" "That's correct. Just to remind your viewers, a man driving a red hatchback was seen driving away from the car park at Calcroft Park, close to the spot where the boy was attacked. This was at about 3.15p.m. on Thursday afternoon, shortly after the attack took place. "And I believe that you have some further information that you want viewers help with." "Yes. A man driving a red hatchback has been seen driving around the red-light area by the bus station. We need this man to come forward so that we can eliminate him from our enquiries. If anyone thinks they know who this man is, please call the incident room." The telephone number appears on the screen. I'm starting to wonder just what the kid told them. Maybe he told them that he just happened to be there in the woods when I appeared and attacked him. Well, it doesn't much matter; all they've got to identify me is the car, and there are thousands upon thousands of red hatchbacks out there. And I won't be driving round by the bus station again; I'm not that stupid. Suddenly I break out in a cold sweat. The dark haired boy, the one I chatted to outside the house; he saw the car and he knows where I live. He was another dirty little slut, standing there in shorts that were way too small for him with his cock sticking out! Shit! If he remembers and tells the police, the game's well and truly over. Maybe he won't though. He might not remember what colour my car was. He might not even pay much notice to the television news. But that is scary! Fuck! I need to find him, but I haven't even seen him since that day we were chatting. I'm not going to mess about though; I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure he doesn't tell the police. Still, I've no time to deal with that now; we've got a soccer match to play. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 PAUL I arrive at the ground at half past one. My team are playing Pegasus this afternoon, our first big test of the season. We're first and second in the table, with both teams having won all their matches so far. I'm really looking forward to it; if you want to be the best you have to test yourselves against the best, and that's what will be happening in about an hour's time. As an added bonus we've had heavy overnight rain for the past two nights. That means for the first time this season there'll be some eye-candy in the showers afterwards. Certainly my boys will have a shower; I'm hoping some of theirs will too. The match exceeds even my expectations. Not only is it fast and competitive, with both teams trying to play an open, attacking game, the skill factor is much higher than you would normally see at this level. It's the most exciting game I've been involved in since I started coaching. I notice two of their players in particular. A slim blond boy is playing at left back. Now he really is something special! I'll certainly look forward to seeing him after the game. He could even give Gavin a run for his money in the cuteness stakes. The other one is their attacking central midfield player. He's not huge, but a little bigger than most of the boys of that age, immensely strong, with good skills, excellent control and a commanding presence. The way he plays makes me think of a young Steven Gerrard. As it goes, he's a good looking kid too. He's by some margin the best player on either side. If the rest of their team were up to his standard we'd be getting slaughtered. Fortunately, they aren't. They've got a couple of weak links in their side; we really don't have any. We're better organised than they are too. A pulsating first half ends with the score tied at 2-2. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN Shit! That was the hardest match I've played in, ever! We've probably played the best we ever have and lost 5-4. Mark was brilliant; he's always good but today he was awesome. Scored one of our goals and made two of the others. The bad part is that we gave two really soft goals away. We could have won that and probably should have done. A draw would have been fair, I guess. Losing like that hurts! We troop off towards the changing room. After all the rain we've had over the last two days the pitch was like a mudbath. The pitches here always cut up when it rains. So we're filthy, the whole lot of us. That means we'll have to have a shower, at least Mark and I will. Some kids will go home dirty, but mum's coming to pick us up in half an hour and she just won't let us in the car like that. Mark won't like it; he hates having showers, but his dad couldn't bring us, and my dad's busy sorting stuff out for next term, so he'll have to lump it. We go back into the changing room and start to get our kit off. Once we're down to our boxers we grab our towels and head towards the showers. We're not in the same changing room as the Auckliffe kids, of course; they're in the next one along, but we have to come out of the back of our changing room and into the shower area on the opposite side of the corridor. We pull off our boxers, hang them up with our towels and make our way into the showers. Their coach is standing right there, just past the far end of the shower area, chatting to his team about how well they played and all that stuff. Only what he's actually doing is looking at the boys while they're naked; I can see him doing it. Now that is scary. Fuck! I hope Mark doesn't notice; that'll really freak him out! PAUL This is an unexpected bonus but I'm certainly not complaining; their really cute left back and their attacking midfield player in the showers together. Naked, the blond boy is even cuter than I thought, with long slim legs, a slim, uncut cock that I'd guess would be around four inches when hard, a neat pair of balls and the most delightful little bum you're ever likely to see. His friend is about the same height but broader across the shoulders and much bigger generally. He's got dark brown hair cut fairly short which seems to suit him. Down there he has a medium-thick cock which probably grows to between five and six inches, a good-sized pair of balls and a sparse little crop of almost black pubes. He's far more developed in that area than any of my players. A specimen to be admired, there's no doubt about it! I visualise the scene. The two of them are alone in the changing room. The blond boy is standing, feet apart, bending over the bench, moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure as his well-endowed friend fucks him senseless and wanks him off at the same time. I walk in on them just as the blond boy's spunk spurts out over the bench, taking his mate past the point of no return as it does so. I would tell you what I do to punish them for being so naughty, but that's going to be my fantasy tonight, and probably for several nights after that! MARK That was scary! Their coach was watching us the whole time we were in the showers, staring right at our privates. The weird thing is that none of his own players seemed to notice him doing it. They were going on about what a great coach he is and how he used to be a real top player, like he was their big hero or something. Well, he's certainly got them playing well, but he's a right perv if you ask me. As soon as I'm dry I get my boxers on, get back into the changing room and start to get dressed. Ian follows a minute later. "Did you see their coach staring at us," I whisper. "Yeah; and the kids in his team seem to think he's the greatest thing since sliced bread!" "Yeah, I know! They didn't even seem to notice what he was doing! I think he's a right pervert!" We finish dressing and head out towards the gate. We've still got ten minutes before Ian's mum comes to collect us. Their coach drives out past us. He's in a red Peugeot 307. Ian grabs my arm. "Mark! Look! It's a red hatchback, like the one we saw on Thursday afternoon! D'you think it could be him?" I can't handle this; I really can't. That whole business of finding that kid and taking him over to Ian's house was pretty weird to start with. Now Ian's told me they've invited the kid to go and live there. I can't be doing with this as well. "Leave it, Ian," I say quietly. "There are thousands of cars like that. If we tell the coppers they'll only think we're making stuff up." Ian slowly releases my arm. A couple of minutes later his mum arrives and we're on our way home. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 PAUL I get into the car and start it up. I check the time; ten past six. It's a fine, warm evening; there are bound to be lots of kids out playing and stuff. If I just drive round the area for an hour or two there's every chance I'll spot the kid hanging out somewhere. As long as he's on his own, like he was when I saw him outside the house, there'll be no problem. I'll take him somewhere nice and quiet. Not Calcroft, of course, but there are other places I know. And what am I going to do then? Doesn't really matter, does it? Let's just say he won't be talking to the police afterwards. Of course, he might be with a group of other kids. That could make things difficult. Still, I can cross that bridge when I get to it. It's pretty clear he's not said anything to the boys in blue yet; they'd have been knocking on the door if he had. He may not make the connection of course, but that's not a risk I'm prepared to take. It's time to start looking for him. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 PAUL I've been driving round for almost two hours and not seen any sign of him. I focussed on Lansdowne Avenue and the streets of that to start with `cause that's where he went when he ran off. Since then I've driven along just about every street within walking distance of our house; nothing, not a trace of him anywhere. The light's starting to fade. This is getting me nowhere. I've got one more day; Tuesday I'm back at work and I'll have to be there. Tomorrow I'll look for him again, and tomorrow I'm going to find him.