Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2011 09:39:01 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Chasing a Shadow. Chapter One.

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or
bad are welcome and all will be answered.

Chapter One

   W.P.C. Judy Sharpe, on entering the canteen at her police station, saw
her fellow colleague, Carol Lloyd sitting alone at one of the tables.
Picking her tray up after paying for her snack, went over and sat down
opposite her.

   They had both joined the police force at the same time and had met at
the training college, three years previously and were pleased to be sent to
the same station in South West London.  Both were twenty four years of age
and of the same height of five foot seven, though both pretty in their
facial features, Judy had light brown hair while that of Carol was very
dark, almost black. They spoke of their present duties until they got round
to more personal things.

   `How is Dennis getting on with the filming down at the South Pole?'
Carol asked Judy. Dennis being Judy's boyfriend and was a film
cameraman. Judy gave out a small laugh.

   `He said in his last letter that he now hates penguins and it's bloody
cold and can't wait for the job to be finished and get back home.'

   `How long as he been gone now?' Carol asked.

   `Two months and expects to be there for another two at least,' was the
reply. `It's funny, but I thought he had left me a present, well not
exactly a present, but a photograph in a drawer where I keep my underwear.
But then he couldn't have done, for I know it wasn't there when I put some
new underwear in there two weeks ago. On reflection, I think I've had an
intruder into my flat.'

   `Oh come on Judy,' said Carol. `Because you find a photograph in with
your underwear, you think you've had a visitor?'

   `Well you would too if you found a picture of a naked man in amongst
your things,' Judy said rather hotly.

   `How delicious,' Carol said, licking her lips, her eyes shining. `What
did he look like? Tell me!'

   `Well I can't, because it was only a silhouette. No. Not a silhouette,
but a shadow,' she replied.

   `If it was only a shadow, how do you know it was of a man? And naked
too!' Carol responded.

   `By using the powers of deduction,' Judy replied. `What with this shadow
having an erection jutting out and could ascertain that it had wisps of
what looked like pubic hairs, came to the conclusion that it was a man and
that he was indeed naked.'

   `Wow! Was he big? Can I have a look at it?' Carol asked.

   `You can't. I threw it out with the garbage this morning.'

   `Oh,' said Carol, a little disheartened at hearing this. `Are you sure
it wasn't there earlier?'

   `Certain, for it was between two pair of new stockings that I'd only
bought two weeks ago.'

   `Maybe the salesman slipped it in between your stockings, ooh,' she
giggled. `That came out a bit wrong, didn't it?'

   Judy had to laugh. `No,' she said. `It was a woman who served
me. Besides, I'd emptied the bag on my bed before putting them away, so I
would have seen it then.'

*

   There were two things that Judy didn't know at this time. First was that
the bag of household refuse she'd put outside for collection, the refuse
collector who picked it up, was gay. He was just doing this and swung the
bag towards the rear end of the truck when it caught the side and split,
spilling the contents onto the ground. He cursed and began to scoop it up
in his gloved hands when he noticed the photo that she had thrown away.

   He took off a glove and picked it up. Being gay, it had a certain
attraction to him, seeing this shadow of a man with an erection, and so put
it into his pocket to show his partner when he got home.

   The second thing was that Judy was pregnant!

*

   At the same time that the two women were talking, Patrick Turner had a
large book open at his desk and was looking at a picture of the smiling
face of Judy Sharpe with her name printed beneath it. Following on down the
page was the date of her birth, marital status, which was single, her
address and occupation. There were other printed statistics that hadn't yet
been filled in. This was on page eighty eight. On the facing page, number
eighty nine, were two more pictures, both of Judy. The first one showed her
lying full length on a bed, completely naked, again smiling at the
camera. The second one was of her again but now having Patrick's cock in
her mouth as she was sucking on him.

   He smiled at the recollection of her doing this just after he had fucked
her, giving her an orgasm in the process and hoping that he had impregnated
her. He had done so with thirty nine of the other women he had fucked, the
beauty of it was that none of them knew who was the father of these
children.

   He sighed and turned the pages back to page one which held a full page
size picture of his shadow on a wall, a postcard size copy he left with
every person that he had fucked since learning of the gift that he had been
given, which he'd only found out four years previously.

   Prior to that, at the age of eighteen, he began life working on an oil
rig, spending nine months on and three off for a total of twenty years. The
pay was very good and he had invested most of his pay and so, at the age of
thirty eight, was able to retire as it were, as there was enough money
coming in for him to live quite comfortably.

   The bonus was finding that two of the working crew, in the galley, were
gays, and were more than happy to offer themselves to the lusty men that
worked the rig. Patrick being one of them. What with nine months without
seeing a woman, they were in constant demand. He would quite often have his
cock sucked or fucked them up the backside and rather enjoyed the
experience. Mind you, he did also have a few women when he had shore leave.

   But on reaching the age of thirty eight and not having got a regular
girl friend, decided to leave the rigs and stay ashore.

   Instead of him picking up a girl, it was him that was picked up by a
man. He'd gone into this bar in South London and got chatted up by a young
man who had sat down next to him. It didn't take him long to realise what
was happening and wasn't averse to fucking a man and so stayed with him,
talking.

   `What a lovely pair of blue eyes you've got,' said William, for this was
the other man's name. `So penetrating and they've set all my insides into a
turmoil.'

   `Really?' Patrick replied, now gazing into the pale blue eyes of
William. He saw them waver a little and then they seemed to change slightly
in colour and become more opaque and appear as if he couldn't see Patrick
at all.

   `Your place or mine?' William said in a strange and almost strangled
voice, his hand moving along the bar top and covering that of Patrick's.

   `Yours,' Patrick said, and so they finished their beers and left the
bar. William's flat was only a few minutes walk from the bar and they were
soon inside.

   `Can I kiss you?' William asked and on getting a nod from Patrick, moved
in close and put his arms round his waist and pressed his body up close as
they kissed. William moved his body sideways to Patrick, feeling the
erection that was inside the trousers and Patrick didn't stop him from
fumbling with the zipper and then pulling out his throbbing cock to hold,
squeeze and gently rub. `Will you fuck me with this?' he asked, breaking
off the kiss to speak.

   `It'll be my pleasure,' Patrick said.

   `Mine too,' William giggled and they both smiled at each other before
moving into his bedroom and taking their clothes off before getting onto
the bed. Both were sporting an erection and William turned to one side and
got a condom out of the bedside cabinet drawer. He tore open the wrapper as
he moved down the bed and after throwing the wrapper to one side, bent his
head down and took the head of Patrick's prick into his mouth. He only gave
it a few sucks before rolling the condom down over the head, rolling it
right down the shaft too.

   `Now for the pleasure,' William said as he got up onto his knees,
leaning forward onto his forearms and having his backside sticking right up
in the air. Patrick moved up and got behind and in between William's legs
and looked at the arse that he was about to fuck.

   The cheeks of the bum were a pasty white and giving them both a stroke,
used his thumbs to pull them apart to see the hole that he was going to
stick his covered prick into. He moved his left hand up onto the hip of
William and held his prick in his right hand as he pushed the head between
those pale cheeks till he knew it was at the portal of William's rear
entrance. Letting go of his cock and grasping the other hip, Patrick leaned
in towards William and felt the head of his cock press against the hole he
wanted to fuck.

   He felt the resistance of the sphincter muscle, but his forward moving
overcame it and he slowly enlarged the aperture until it could resist no
longer and the head of his cock slipped inside.

   The body heat was intensive as the head of his cock was compressed to
allow entry and with the head inside, his shaft quickly followed until he
was fully inside and had that compression all around his throbbing cock and
his thighs came up tight against the cheeks of William's bum.

   William gave out a gasp in a whoosh of breath that he'd been holding as
he felt Patrick's cock really fill him and feel the pulsation that it gave
out, thrilling him no end.

   `Wow! It's the biggest cock I've had for a very long time,' William
gasped out as he flexed his only muscle there, getting Patrick to give his
cock a twitch which was felt and gave William a cause to give out a
croon. Especially as he began to move and feel that lovely hard cock start
to ream his back passage.

   Patrick too loved to have his cock in such a tight orifice, and really
began to plough the furrow he was now in. Holding the hips in a firm grasp,
he moved his lower body backwards and forwards in his fucking of William.

   `Patrick fits William,' he chuckled, using that tired old joke. `Will we
be able to have William fits Patrick?' he asked in gasps as he was being
fucked.

   `No,' Patrick grunted as he moved himself in and out of William. `I only
give, not receive.'

   `Ah well. You can't win them all,' he got out in gasps as he was being
thrilled by having such a cock as Patrick's, reaming his backside.

   No more words were said as Patrick kept up his rhythm in the fucking of
William until he reached his peak and with some further harder thrusts
inside the arse of William, he held the hips tighter as he came in several
short bursts in sending his seed up into the condom. He had held them
firmly up against his thighs as he had come, his back almost straight and
gave out a big sigh as he came to a halt.

   `That really was some fuck,' William said and then gave out a small cry
as he felt that lovely cock that had just pleasured him being pulled out of
his backside. But it didn't stop him from quickly turning round to grab
some tissues from the side and pull the condom off Patrick who'd just sat
back onto his heels. His cock was still up hard and the head now glistened
with his sperm which William was quick to lean forward and take into his
mouth to suck and clean that coated head. Also to squeeze the hard shaft to
bring up any residue that was left inside for him to taste before
swallowing. He licked the head clean before finally letting it free from
his mouth as both men slowly subsided back down onto the bed.

   `Will you at least give me a blow job?' William asked as he lay in the
crook of Patrick's arm, his cock really throbbing and hurting him, begging
for its release.

   `No. But I'll jerk you off,' was the reply. So William had to settle for
that, grabbing some more tissues as Patrick took hold of his prick and
began working his hand in that up and down motion until William gave out a
groan and covered the head of his own cock with the tissues as he
came. Patrick kept on moving his hand on William until he said that he'd
now finished.

   He was a bit miffed that Patrick had not let himself be fucked by
William, or sucked, but at least he had jerked him off.

   Patrick spent the whole night with William, fucking him again and in the
morning and had William suck on him to get the whole of the nights
accumulation of sperm into his mouth to savour before swallowing. Breakfast
was declined and Patrick soon left William's place after being given a
fulsome kiss before actually departing.

*

   Patrick couldn't understand it the following week when he went into the
same bar and sat down next to William and spoke to him.

   `Hello William,' he'd said when he sat next to him, giving his order for
a beer to the bartender.

   `Hello,' he'd replied, a puzzled look on his face. `Do I know you?' This
somewhat threw Patrick.

   `Yes. We met here last week and then...then went back to your place. My
name's Patrick.'

   `Did...did we, for I don't remember?' was the reply.

   `We did and I think that you thought it was good,' Patrick told
him. `You sure you don't remember?'

   `Positive! I would surely have remembered you, for you've got such
wonderful blue eyes,' William said, looking directly into those of
Patrick. It was then when the colour of his eyes slightly change colour and
seemed to go opaque that the thought suddenly dawned on Patrick that
somehow, he had, in some kind of fashion, to have hypnotised William, for
there was now some kind of awareness in his look, as if he wasn't really
seeing Patrick at all. This suddenly brought him to an erection within his
trousers.

   `Would you like me to fuck you again?' Patrick asked him in a soft
voice, pulling William's hand down from the bar to his crotch. The hand
moved over the lump that could be easily felt.

   `Did we do it before?' he asked, his hand now really feeling the hard
tumescence through the cloth of Patrick's trousers.

   `Yes, and you rather enjoyed it I think,' he said. `Would you like for
us to go to bed again?'

   `Yes,' William said after having had his hand down to the front of
Patrick's trousers and felt what was hidden inside. So they finished their
beers and went off to William's place where Patrick had the thrill again of
fucking him up the backside again. The pleasure was doubled this time for
he was sure now that William wouldn't remember who had fucked him. So he
was resolved to meet up with him the following week to put this theory to
the test.

   It was a couple of nights later when Patrick was getting into his bed at
his home, that he knocked the bedside lamp off the side table. Giving out a
curse, he got up and saw that he'd broken the frame of the shade and so he
took it off. He placed the lamp back and was about to get back into bed
when he saw that on the wall at the end of the bed, his shadow thrown onto
it by him standing in front of the lamp.

   It was only when he was back in bed and reading an erotic story and had
gotten an erection that he thought of the shadow he had cast onto the
wall. So he got up and stood sideways on to the lamp and had a good look at
his shadow showing his erection.

   Perfect, he chuckled to himself as he got back into bed and got rid of
his erection by jerking himself off into some tissues, resolved to set up
his camera the following day and take some pictures of his shadow.

   In the morning, he set up his digital camera on a tripod and with the
room put into darkness, he turned on the lamp and saw his shadow on the
wall again. It didn't take him long to get an erection, thinking of fucking
William again, and so with the timer set, posed himself and took several
pictures of this, showing his cock stuck out in front of his body.

   He later printed off several of the best ones and had another thought of
taking some pictures when he was next having William.

   So it was, a week later that he went into the same bar and went and sat
down next to William. It was almost like a replay of the previous meeting
there. William didn't recognise him and Patrick soon saw that slight change
in his eyes and knew that he was onto a winner. They went back to William's
place only this time, Patrick was carrying a bag that contained his camera
and tripod, a picture of his shadow was in his pocket. With being given a
drink, Patrick brought up the question of photos.

   `Would you mind if I took some pictures of us having sex, for I would
like to have a reminder of the fun we're going to have? he asked.

   `Not at all,' William smiled. So Patrick got his camera out and took a
close up picture of William smiling into the cameras lens. The next picture
was taken when they were in the bedroom and both naked. The camera was set
up on the tripod and Patrick was now sporting a massive erection, his cock
looking at its biggest and had William get down onto his knees and take the
head into his mouth. It took three shots to get the perfect picture of
William's face with the head of Patrick's cock stuck inside his mouth. He
then let him carry on to finish the job, handling and sucking on him till
he had a mouthful of semen which he swallowed to his evident pleasure.

   They then got onto the bed and Patrick let William kiss him over and
over again as he played with his prick to try and raise it up for having
that, his words, that lovely organ up inside him once again.

   William had no objections to Patrick setting the camera up opposite the
bed and had William get up onto his knees so that his whole body was in
profile and enough room for when Patrick would be behind him. Patrick
himself now had a raging hard on again and he set the timer and quickly got
onto the bed behind William and quickly stuffed his prick up the waiting
arse. He was just in time to be there when the flash went off.

   William gave out a cry when Patrick suddenly pulled out of him as he got
off the bed to see if the picture was good enough. It was and so he got
back on the bed and shuffled between William's legs and put his cock back
inside William who gurgled with delight at having him back in there.

    Patrick was delighted at having fucked William once more and having got
some decent photographs. William was pleased at having this, to him, a
perfect stranger give him the pleasure of really giving him such a
wonderful bout of anal sex. There actually was tears in his eyes as Patrick
kissed him just before leaving and not knowing that Patrick had left behind
the picture of his shadow.

*