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Billy pulled a chair into the hallway and hooked up his laptop, turning out the light for them. He logged on to the chat he'd been using and saw Collin, the college boy, was online. "What's up?" Billy messaged him.
"HEY!" came a quick reply. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN :)? I thought I'd scared you off or something! Or maybe you got caught last time."
"No, I've been going through some crazy shit, but yeah I did get caught," Billy replied.
"Can you talk?" Collin wrote quickly.
"No I'm with my friends," Billy answered. "I can chat though...."
"Cool," Collin answered quickly, making Billy smile. "Are you alright?"
"I am now," Billy wrote and sent, blushing at the connotation after he sent it.
":) I'm glad.... Want to tell me what happened?" Collin wrote.
Billy's heart raced a little, but wrote, "My dad caught me like you left me, and he saw you on screen for a second. He didn't hit me this time, but he kicked me out of the house."
"The night before Christmas Eve?" Collin wrote. "Christ.... You're alright though? You've got a place to stay?"
Billy blushed. He got the feeling the boy really did care whether he had a place to stay. "I'm fine. I'm staying with a really nice man...."
"He's not making you do stuff, is he?" Collin asked quickly.
"NO! He's not like that.... He's gonna take me in," Billy said.
After a minute, Collin asked, "So you aren't 18, huh?"
"I could say I was a senior.... But I'm not. I'm about to be 17," Billy replied.
After a long pause, Collin wrote, "I'm really sorry that happened. I guess we shouldn't cam anymore...."
"Why?" Billy asked.
"Well, you're underage, so sending me images like that could get us both in trouble," Collin wrote.
"Oh, I didn't think of that.... It's kind of weird that you could actually have sex with me and it would be legal, but watching me on the screen is illegal," Billy wrote and then blushed before sending, "I uhm that wasn't an invitation." Then, "Not exactly." Then, "But if you wanted to...."
"Billy, chill! Lol!" Collin sent back. "I'd really like to meet you sometime. Not for that, not at first anyway.... I'd like to meet you."
Billy's eyes watered and his heart beat faster. "I'd like that too. When do you go back to college?"
"Not until late January, but I actually live near you. My parents actually live in the same county as you. Maybe we could get coffee or something soon?" Collin suggested.
"Sure! I'm away with friends, but when I get back I'll let you know!" Billy replied.
"GREAT!" Collin answered. "And Billy, my name's not really Collin.... It's Alan...."
"I understand," Billy wrote, smiling. "Thanks for telling me now.... You didn't have to."
"I felt like I did," Collin/Alan answered. "I think I might like you. I should run. Talk to you soon, I hope!"
"Bye," Billy barely managed before Alan disappeared. Billy was nearly floating as he undressed and crawled into bed. Just then there was soft knock and Billy got back up. He opened the door for Andy in his boxers and whispered, "The other guys are already in bed."
"I see you're headed that way too," Andy said, trying not to appear to enjoy the view too much. "You boys have a good night...."
Back in bed, Billy scooted back into Jim and wrapped the sleeping boy's arm around him, and he heard Paul chuckle softly. "What?" Billy whispered.
"You like Jim, huh?" Paul whispered back.
"Not like that," Billy blushed. "He's not my type...."
"I know that!" Paul laughed. "That's not what I meant!"
"Yeah, I like Jim," Billy admitted. "And I like to be held, it turns out," he added with a blush.
"We'll find you a nice guy to hold you," Paul said with a smile, reaching over and squeezing the familiar arm. "I promise...."
Billy smiled, and wondered if he'd already met him, thinking about the two very different boys he had thought about recently -- Alan and Seamus. Or maybe one of Jim's other friends, or one of Paul's?
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Ryan found Vickers in a booth at the far end of the nearly empty diner sipping coffee. The waitress approached and Ryan asked for the same. "So what happened?" Eric asked. Ryan explained and Vickers observed, "Peculiar."
"Yeah," Ryan said.
"So how are you enjoying the grunt side of police work?" Vickers smiled knowingly at him, a smile that though it was teasing warmed Ryan to his core.
Vickers wasn't a smiler and this smile was for him. Ryan smiled and tried not to look too silly about it, answering, "I HATE IT!"
"Boring?" Vickers asked.
"So boring," Ryan agreed.
"Well, boring is good.... Not boring means bad shit's going down," Vickers added. Ryan nodded. "So do you think the boys are secret lovers or something?"
"Could be but I don't think so," Ryan said. "Connor's a submissive to be sure, and I think he's ... I don't know if he's gay, but I think if you can dominate him you can have him."
"What gave you that impression?" Vickers asked as their dinner of breakfast arrived.
As they began to eat, Ryan explained, "It's just a feeling.... The way he reacted when Ken was yelling at him was almost like a blushing bride. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. But when Connor forced him to back down, there was no sign of any attraction there anymore...."
"Hmmm," Vickers mulled it over. "How's your breakfast?"
"Delicious," Ryan smiled at him sweetly.
"You're a beautiful man," Vickers said, leaning forward and putting his forearms on the table, one hand up and open. Ryan's blush was spectacular as he looked between the man's face and his open hand. His surprise was obvious and Vickers smiled and said, "It's okay!"
Ryan's heartbeat quickened as he placed his hand on Vickers's and the man closed his fingers around it. "I wasn't sure ... whether ... I mean," Ryan stuttered.
"Calm down," Vickers said, leaning in further with a smile and lowering his voice. Winking he added, "Otherwise, people'll think I've asked you to marry me!"
Ryan laughed and calmed immediately. "So you don't mind people ... knowing?"
"I haven't been hiding for years, but I've never had anybody.... People assume things about badasses like me," Vickers grinned. "And they aren't all true, but I wasn't gonna get on a Pride poster just to dispel their notions. But I'd never deny it if asked, and I'm not gonna hide that I like you just to keep up appearances."
"God you know how to turn me on," Ryan teased and Vickers squeezed his hand and released it. They returned to eating in a happy silence, but a few minutes later Ryan looked up. He heard a fork clatter to Vickers's plate abruptly.
"Oh, Christ almighty!" Vickers said, reaching for his phone. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" he said as he dialed.
"Jesus, Vickers, it's late! What do you want?" a voice grumbled, clearly having been awakened from a recent slumber.
"Fielding, I know who's next," Vickers said.
"Bullshit," Fielding replied.
"Listen to me, Fielding. Your partner may be an arrogant bastard, and a sorry excuse for a human being and a cop, but you ... you aren't half bad," Vickers granted. "I've been following up on some things on my own. This afternoon the kid Connor, one of the high school blackmail victims, visited Ken, another one. Then he went back to the kid's house at night and they had a big fight!"
"SO?" Fielding asked, urging him to get to the point.
"I think Robert's been in touch with Connor and is using him to lure Ken out -- I don't know how -- but I think he's the next victim," Vickers said.
"That's pretty thin," Fielding said. Then he grumbled, "I'll go talk to the kid in the morning!"
"Fielding, tonight?" Vickers asked. He smiled as he heard a string of expletives from the man and his wife shushing him.
"I'm leaving in ten minutes," Fielding said.
After Vickers hung up the phone, Ryan asked, "You really think Ken is next?"
"Yes.... What you said about Connor -- that if you could dominate him, you could have him -- how does that kind of kid back Ken down? He's got something behind him, telling him what to do! And I can see Robert loving the dom role with a kid like that, the challenge of pulling an average American kid down with him," Vickers said. He put a $20 bill down and said, "Grab your coat!"
"We can't go over there, we're suspended!" Ryan protested.
"We can watch from the street," Vickers said. "I'll keep you warm if you come along," he added with a wink. Ryan grabbed his coat and darted off after the man.
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Connor biked over to the back of an empty, foreclosed property which was as yet not back on the market and slipped up to the back door. Inside he found Robert lying on the floor playing a hand-held video game. "How did it go?" Robert asked, without even looking up.
"Just like you said it would," Connor said. Then he gave a full report. "I should get home."
"Stay?" Robert asked in the mode of a command.
"My parents will be looking for me," Connor said.
"Soon, a lot more people will be looking for you. Stay here. I don't want them using you to find me," Robert said.
"But ... you mean," Connor began to ask.
"You're with me from here on out, Connor," Robert said. There was no threat in it; there didn't need to be. The boy sat down near him and watched him as he continued playing the game.
"What time is it?" Robert asked. When the boy told him, he said, "We've got a bit. Why don't you suck my cock."
Connor crawled over the last few feet and, as Robert kept playing his game, undid the big boy's pants and fished out his hardening cock. Connor began licking and sucking at it happily, and felt a jolt of pleasure when Robert ran his fingers through Connor's hair, setting the game aside. "You really are great at that," Robert said, watching the boy now with interest. The boy's blond hair was in his eyes as he looked up at Robert, smiling around the boy's fat cock. After a few minutes, he said, "On your knees, I want to finish in your ass!"
Connor hopped up, surprised and pleased, and dropped his pants quickly, assuming the position.
Robert lined up behind him and slammed his long fat cock into the boy's still tight, but well used, hole, causing Connor to yelp in pain. But nearly immediately, his groans turned to moans as the big boy worked him over. "God you are a sick little faggot," Robert teased him. "You love this even when it hurts...." He thought about it and added, "Especially when it hurts." With that he slapped the boy's ass powerfully, raising a welt. And to be sure, Connor bucked back against him like a bronco.
"I'm coming, you faggot bitch," Robert groaned, and felt Connor's hole contract around his cock, Connor's load splashing the floor, while Robert's filled him up. "Now get dressed. You'll have company soon."
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