Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2011 07:25:24 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Chasing a Shadow. Chapter Three.

      Ray Nichols had finished his day's work with the garbage detail and
had just got into the shower when his partner, Darren entered their flat.

   `Is that you Darren darling?' he called out from the bathroom.

   `Yes my sweet,' came the reply from the hall.

   `Well come and wash my back for me please,' Ray called back. Darren
dropped his small pocket bag on the settee in the living room and took his
coat off and left it there too as he went off to see to his lover's
back. `You look as though you need a shower too,' Ray said on seeing Darren
enter the bathroom. `Get those clothes off and join me.' So Darren took his
clothes off and went and got into the shower cubicle with Ray.

   They had decided some time last year to have a shower cubicle installed,
rather than stand in the bath and use the hose attachment. They thought it
was one of their best buys, getting one that was big enough for the two of
them to share at the same time. Darren, when naked, got in with Ray and
they immediately went into each other's arms and kissed under the spray of
water. Their naked bodily contact making them both get an erection from
this and had the both of them rise up between their stomachs.

   On breaking off the kissing, they set about washing each other, taking
much longer over the opposing cock and balls and then just as much time in
the washing of each other's bum cheeks. Darren stopped Ray from going down
onto his knees in the shower.

   `No. Let's wait till we're in the bedroom,' he said, moving out of the
shower, ignoring the petulant look on Ray's face. He still followed Darren
out and took one of the towels and they dried each other off, taking great
care of the throbbing erection that both had sticking out before them.

   Dried, the left the bathroom and went into the bedroom and got onto the
big double bed that they had in that room.  They automatically went into a
reverse position each and lay on their sides and took hold of the cock that
was in front of their faces. You wouldn't have thought that it was only
that morning that they had sucked on each other the way they took the
opposite cock head into their mouths to begin to suck and chew on the
bulbous head. They sucked, tongued, teethed and chewed on each other's
cocks like men dying of thirst as they used a hand to bring about the
eruption of sperm that they both wanted to take into their mouths to taste
and swallow.

   `We'd better get dressed,' Darren said after they'd finished and were
laying back, trying to ignore Ray's wandering hand. `We said that we'd be
at Ronald's by seven,' which was a party that they had promised to
attend. So, Ray, with reluctance, got off the bed and began getting dressed
and letting Darren do the same.

   The fact that they were late wasn't a problem, especially as they had
taken four bottles of wine with them. Ronald and his partner, Brian, had
done a lovely spread for the twelve people that turned up, all of them gay,
and the party went off quite well. Three of them had actually dressed up as
women, Brian being one of them and it was some time during the evening that
Darren picked up a photo album from the shelf beneath the television
set. Brian saw him pick it up and went and sat down next to him on the
sofa, flouncing out his dress as he did so.

   `Most of them are of Ronald and myself,' Brian said as Darren started to
turn over the pages. Which they were, at lot of them showing the pair in
nearly all forms of sexual positions and activities. Most of them being
nude shots and some where Brian is just wearing female underwear, nearly
all of them showing him with an erection.

   But one picture made Darren give out a gasp.

   `Where did you get this one?' he asked of Brian, pointing to one of a
shadow of a man with an erection.

   `I don't really know. I found it in my lingerie drawer one day. How it
got there, I've no idea,' was the reply.

   `Well we've got one like this at home. Ray found it on the street. It
had come out of a garbage bag.' Then he had a thought. `Can I take it out
and look at the back?'

   `Of course. It's only slipped into the plastic sleeve,' Brain said. So
Darren pulled it out and looked at the reverse side, and there was the
number twenty seven written of the back.

   `Bloody hell!' he exclaimed, a little tingle running up and down his
spine as he looked at it. `The number on ours is forty four. Bloody hell,'
he said again, really thinking hard now. If there are more of these and all
numbered on the back? He couldn't really get his mind round what this could
mean, but if there was a number sequence, there must be a lot more of them
around.

   `When did you find this in your drawer?' he asked Brian.

   `I don't really know, I've had it for quite some time now. Er, about
eighteen months, I think.'

   Eighteen months from number twenty seven to number forty four. That
would then roughly rate at one a month he surmised. This had the smell of
being a story for him and his newspaper he thought as he slipped the photo
back into the album, and thanked Brian for letting him look through his
pictures.

   It was a few minutes later that he dragged Ray away from somebody else
who he was sure was chatting him up, and they said their goodbyes and left
the party. Ray was a bit annoyed at this for he was sure he would have been
able to get a fuck out of the man he was chatting to, so as soon as they
got home, he in turn, dragged Darren up to the bedroom to have his cock
shoved up his arse to satisfy the need he had for a male organ in that
place.

*

      Brian Reynolds hadn't been far out in his estimation of it being
eighteen months. It was his picture on page fifty four of Patrick's
scrapbook along with his personal details and on the opposite page was
where he was sucking on Patrick's dick and also of being fucked by him. He
was actually number five of the ten men that Patrick went and fucked while
under the influence of Patrick's hypnotism. He had been stalking one
Maureen Deering who worked at a crèche. Thirty years of age and finished up
having her own child at the crèche in a few years time. It had taken
Patrick a little longer in making sure that she lived alone and would be
available for him to have his way with her. The picture she later found in
her underwear draw had the number twenty eight on the reverse side. She
also contributed to his favourite charity to the tune of eight hundred
pounds, though she could never come up with the answer to whom the donation
had been made out to. Her son, named John also had his picture in the scrap
book.

   After having had W.P.C. Sharpe, he was at the moment, following the
movements and habits of one Janet Ball, a traffic warden.

*

      Darren Smith, after fucking his partner Ray and having his own
backside reamed, lay on the bed holding and stroking Ray's now limp dick,
brought up the subject of the shadow.

   `Brian had the same picture that you've got, though he's had it for at
least eighteen months. When did you say that you found the one you've got?'

   `Er, must be about three weeks ago now,' Ray replied.

   `I know you said it came out of a garbage bag. Can you remember the
house it came from?'

   `I think so. I don't know the house number, but I could show you, why?'

   `Well I think there's a connection with them both having a number on the
back. So I'd like to find out a bit more and the best place to start would
be at the house that you got your picture from,' Brian said.

   `Well we won't be on that run till the day after tomorrow, so if you
pick us up by the Grove Tavern at about two o'clock, you can follow the
truck and I'll point out the house. Now I think you are now ready to see to
me again,' he finished, stroking Darren's now fully erect penis.

*

      Patrick Turner knew the route that the traffic warden, Janet Ball,
travelled as her patch for the purpose of giving out parking tickets to
parking violations. As well as her shopping habits and also had confirmed
that she was single and lived alone.

   She worked on alternate Saturdays and so planned it for that day she
would be working and would follow her when she left the council building
where the warden's office was. That would be in two days time and she would
then stop off at the supermarket to get her weekend shopping. It would be
then that he would approach her.

*

      Darren was waiting in the car park of the Grove Tavern on the day
that Ray would point out the house where he'd picked up the photo of the
shadow, and when he saw the garbage truck go past, followed it in his car.

   Ray had spotted him and gave him a wave as the truck turned into
Cumberland Road and the men began collecting the bags from the houses and
throwing them into the back of the truck to be mashed and compressed. It
was about halfway down the road when Ray pointed out the house to Darren
who parked up and went and checked the number.

   He gave a wave to Ray as he went back to his car and went off to find a
parking space by the Town Hall. Inside, he went and found the office that
held the list of voters for the area and soon found out that the occupant
was Judy Sharpe. He had thought that the person living there would have
been a man, going by the fact that it was Brian Reynolds who had the second
picture. No, not the second one, he thought, for it had the number twenty
seven written on the back. Now whether it was a Miss or Mrs, he would have
to wait until he met her.

   So back to the car and he drove off to Cumberland Road again and parked
up. He entered the small front garden and walked the few steps to the door
and rang the bell. He rang twice more but didn't get her to answer the
door. Out and probably still at work, he thought, and so returned to his
car and waited.

   He was just about to give up after being there for nearly two hours when
a car pulled up and out got a policewoman. Maybe just visiting he thought,
even though the car had pulled away, but changed his mind when he saw she
pulled out some keys and opened the front door and went inside.

   Give her a few minutes he said to himself before finally getting out of
his car and going up to the house and ringing the door bell. He saw her
shadow through the small panes of glass inset into the door and it gave him
a little shiver up his spine at the thought of another shadow he would be
talking about. He'd already got his press card out of his pocket and had it
ready to show her when the door opened.

   `Yes?' was the query that Judy asked, the door only partly opened at
seeing that it was a man at the doorstep and was still wearing her uniform.

   `Sorry to intrude ma-am,' Darren said. `But I'm a reporter on the local
newspaper,' showing his card, `but something came into my possession that I
would like to ask you a few questions about it.'

   `And what would that be?'

   `A photo. A photo of a man's shadow.'

   `Oh,' was all she could say, thinking back to the one she'd thrown
away. At least she didn't blush or go red in the face.

   `May I come in and talk?'

   `Er, I suppose so,' she said, opening the door for him to enter. `I've
only just got in from work.'

   `I know. I've been waiting for nearly two hours, though I didn't know
you were in the police force,' Darren replied as he followed through the
hall and into the kitchen. She had thrown him a glance at his saying that
he'd been waiting for her.

   `I was just about to make some coffee, would you like a cup?' she asked
him as she gestured to a chair at the kitchen table. He sat down and he
said that he would and waited till she poured out two cups and sat down
opposite him.

   `Now about this photo,' she asked and waited, not adding anything until
he had spoken.

   `I hope I don't embarrass you with this,' he said as he pulled the photo
out of his inside jacket pocket and laid it on the table in front of her.

   `I don't embarrass easily in my job,' she said with a small smile as she
then looked at the picture before her.

   `Have you seen this picture before?' he asked.

   `Yes,' was the reply, still waiting for him to really open up with what
he wanted to know, though a tremor had run through her body at seeing this
photo once again.

   `Now I'm not sure on the laws here in England regarding this, but I do
know that in the States, it's illegal to go through a person's garbage bag
or trash bin without a search warrant. Unless it is dropped or strewn in
the street when it then becomes public property.' He took a sip of his
coffee. `About three weeks ago, a trash bag was collected from here and
before it could be thrown into the back of the garbage truck, the bag split
and the contents fell out onto the road. Now this was picked up and for
whatever reason, the man who picked up the scattered rubbish, kept this
photo.

   `Before you say anything,' he held up his hand to stop her
speaking. `Hear me out,' and she sat back to let him carry on. `I gave no
thought to this when it was first shown to me, but by chance, a few days
ago I saw another one. Now I have noted on the back of this one,' he said
as he turned it over and pointed to one of the corners. `This has the
number forty four written on it. The other had the number twenty seven. Now
I think you can see why this has intrigued me for I know that the other
picture came into that person's possession about eighteen months ago and
would like to know when and how you received this one, for it really
belongs to you?'

   `I never noticed the number on the back, and yes, I did get one, and as
you say, it was in my bag of rubbish because I threw it away,' she said.

   `Well I know the date it was thrown away, but can you tell me when you
received it?'

   `Not exactly for I found it in between two pairs of new stockings that I
had bought about three weeks previously. How, or when it got there, I
cannot say.'

   `Could it have been slipped in when you bought them?'

   `My friend at the station who I told of this asked the same
question. No, because I had held them in my hand before they were put into
the bag as they were packed, along with a few other things,' she replied.

   `Er, did you have any male visitors in your home here between you buying
these stockings and the time you found this picture?'

   `No,' she smiled. `I have a boy friend who is out of the country and was
between these two events, so it couldn't have been him. In fact, you are
really the first person being in here since I actually bought them.'

   `So,' and Darren gave a cough and went a trifle red in the face. `you've
not had any sexual relations during this time? I'm sorry to ask this
indelicate question but with the pose in the picture, is leading me in that
direction.'

   `The answer to that,' and she smiled again, `is no. Now with you saying
that you've found another one that there is the possibility that there are
at least another forty three pictures out there somewhere?'

   `Yes, but I then come up against another poser and that is that the
picture number twenty seven belongs to a man, who like you, does not know
how it came to be in amongst his own underthings.'

   `Oh,' was all that Judy could say to that, Darren not saying that it was
also amongst female underwear. Which was then raising another question in
his mind which he didn't want to pursue at this time.

   `He has no idea how he came to receive his and you don't either which is
rather intriguing don't you think?'

   `Yes. So the assumption, to begin with was that it was a man passing
these out and that there might be now another, as you say, forty odd still
to be accounted for?' Judy asked.

   `Yes. For I thought that you would be a man and that it was a woman
passing these picture on somehow to gay men,' and he then went red in the
face for he'd said too much. Judy gave out a short laugh.

   `So the other picture you saw was belonging to a gay man and thought
that I might be the same?'

   `Yes,' he blushed.

   `Well that opens the field again for I am definitely not a lesbian,' she
said, making Darren blush again and he crossed his fingers and hoped that
she wouldn't ask if he was gay. She didn't, to which he gave a sigh of
relief for she went off on another tack.

   `Now that I'm thinking about that picture, not knowing as to how I got
it, has raised another thing that I know nothing about. I appear to over
this period, have made a donation for a thousand pounds and cannot for the
life of me remember having signed a cheque for that amount,' she said, a
pensive look on her face as she looked across the table at him.

   `Who was it made out to?' Darren asked.

   `I don't know. The stub just has written, in my handwriting,
donation. Also, it's undated,' she said.

   `Hmmm,' murmured Darren. 'That's a question I'll have to ask Brian. Oh!
Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned his name.'

   `Well if you are going to pursue this, please, whatever you do, don't
mention my name,' she said with a short laugh. `for if those men at the
station get to hear of it, I'll finish up with a flood of pictures of them
naked, those with helmets and those without,' she finished which made both
of them laugh at the pun.

   `May I keep this picture as you have really already thrown it away?'
Darren asked.

   `Certainly, for I don't want my boy friend to find it when he comes
back,' she said. So Darren put it away in his pocket and thanked her for
her time in seeing him and for the coffee too and promised to keep her
informed if he was to get any closer to finding out who this shadow was.

*