Harry walked silently into the dim toilet and went to the urinals just as Kerry had done. No one in the booths had changed their positions and Harry bent down to check which booths were occupied. Might as well forget the guy up front—he wasn’t causing any trouble or making any waves. Then his eyes focused on the guy in the third booth and it was just as Kerry had said, he was still beating his meat enough to make the material around his ankles jump. With his eyes glittering in anticipation, Harry entered the booth between the two men in the back and after standing there for a little while, revealing the fact that he had a hard-on in his pants, he let them slowly descend to his ankles, arched his pelvis to give Carl a good look at his massive hard-on, then sat down on the stool, careful to not reveal his face.
When Carl got a good look at the gorgeous, jutting giant, he became so agitated, he almost fell out of his tree! He kept switching between looking through the hole and lying back to show his own cock off to its best advantage. Having an ordinary prick and no body to go with it, Harry was really turned off, but he realized that he had to keep his hard-on going if he and Max were to culminate their plans.
He leaned down to the hole and whispered, “You want to suck me off?”
“Oh, man! Do I ever!” Carl answered in a tone that even surprised Harry.
He cleared his throat which was Max’s signal that it was just about to happen and stood up and eased his cock through the hole—and though it was carved large, the hole was scarcely large enough for Harry’s magnificent tool to go through.
As Carl’s lips closed over his gigantic crown, Harry thought, “How can Max get the head of his dong through this hole if it’s hard on me?”
His reverie was interrupted by Carl’s ovalled lips sucking his crest into his mouth, back until the tip was nudging the arch of his throat. “Suck it, cock-sucker!” Harry thought with satisfaction. Today, he was going to get his revenge! Carl was going to the pogey and no ifs, ands or buts!
He let Carl give him a few minutes of thrills, then cleared his throat again to give Max the signal that everything was ready. Max had a key with fit into the locks of all public toilets and opened Carl’s door to find Carl with his mouth stuffed with Harry’s cock. “You’re under arrest!” Max told Carl, hauling him to his feet while Harry’s cock slipped from his mouth.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Carl moaned, “I didn’t want to do it—that guy said he’d beat me up if I didn’t do it!”
Harry appeared around the door about then and with a gasp, Carl recognized him. “Harry!” he stammered, “you wouldn’t let them do this to me, would you?”
“What are you talking about, old man? I was just taking a shit and you asked me if you could suck my dong! I don’t go for this fairy cock-sucker shit! Whatever you get is too good for you!” Harry announced triumphantly.
Making things worse, Max pointed to the wrinkled peanut between Carl’s thighs and said, “Even if I were queer, that nothing would turn me on zilch!”
“Maybe he’s never used it!” Harry stated.
It was Carl’s turn to be caustic and he growled, “You know this dick better than you want to admit, punk! Isn’t that the truth?”
Harry’s brown eyes turned to ice and he asked, “Are you trying to tell me that I’ve seen you before?”
“That’s right!” Carl answered in a near scream, “I’ve fucked you and sucked you and you’ve sucked me off, too!”
A huge, ham-like fist descended on Carl’s chin and he fell back and the stool blocked his way to the floor. There was a crunching sound as Carl’s eyes opened widely in stunned surprise, then he closed them and it was over. His back was broken by the fall on the stool and his problems were laid to rest for all time.
Max stayed with the body as Harry went to call. They hadn’t had time to think up an excuse, but they had a little time before the patrol car got there and they could manufacture something. On his way out of the toilet, Harry said to Kerry and Bobo, “Get your asses out of here for now, babies—there’s been an accident and we’ll have to wait around here to get it cleared up—why don’t you wait for us in the barn? I’m not promising we’ll be there, but wait for us for a bit, will you? I’m sure you can keep yourselves amused!”
Max busied himself with the other two men in the toilet. The one who was in the third booth, Max asked, “What do you know about this? Did you hear or see anything?”
The man promised that he was totally unaware of anything going on in the toilet at all. “Were you aware that this man was a cock-sucker?” Max asked cruelly.
“What man? I’ve never seen who you’re talking about!”
“Then I suggest you keep it that way,” Max said in a threatening tone.
“Can I just go, officer? I’ve got to get home to my family!”
“Just remember that, stud—your family!” Max pressed.
“I’ve never been here before in my life!” the man continued fervently.
“And stay out of public toilets if your home life is so happy!” Max warned. “I know what this glory hole routine is—and you’d better forget it, if you know what I’m talking about!”
“Yes, sir—I know what you mean! And if you’ll let me, I’ll get out of here right now!”
“What were you doing when this happened?”
Max queried caustically.
“Nothing,” the man said defensively.
“It’ll go easier on you if you just tell me!” Max replied firmly.
The man looked at his shoes and said softly “I just felt like jacking off—you know how a man gets hot at the strangest times.”
“As an officer, I don’t know what you’re talking about—but as another guy, I do!” Max replied.
Upholstered by the apparent confidence, the man went on, “I’m not very happy at home—sexually, you understand—and I don’t know—this atmosphere is conducive to feeling horny—if you know what I mean.”
“No—I don’t know what you mean,” Max said coldly.
“I mean—other guys use this place for the same thing!” the man said defensively.
“To suck another guy’s cock?” Max asked harshly.
“I don’t do that—but if some other fellow wants to…”
“Makes you just as guilty as the other dude!”
“How can it? I don’t suck cocks myself! Just because someone wants me to blow off in his mouth…”
“You guys are all the same! Always putting some other guy in bad—why don’t you just admit it? I’d think a lot more of you if you’d confess and get the whole thing out of the way.”
“But I was in a booth all by myself! There isn’t even a hole in there!”
“But you’re very aware of glory holes, right?”
“I’ve seen a few,” the fellow mumbled.
“And used them all, too!”
“I’m not saying—now can I go, officer?”
“Okay get out of here and I never want to see you around this place again!”
Harry said, “Max, I think you did the best thing by letting him go this way, we have no witnesses.”
“Right—now for our story—I guess we’ll just report that this is the way we found him huh?”
“Right! It must have happened just before we got here, but we didn’t see anyone else around.
Now, one of us had better go out in the park and see if anyone saw anything.”
When Max walked out of the toilet, he was disturbed to see that the patrol car had come and the officer was talking to Kerry and Bobo. The patrol cop called Max over and said, “So we have a death in the john—accident, suicide or murder?
Kerry looked at Bobo fearfully and Bobo returned the look. Max caught Kerry’s eye and shook his head slightly. “Can we go now, officer?” Bobo whined. “That’s all we know.”
“Why don’t you boys go sit in the car until we know a little more about this?”
They got into the patrol car and sat in the back seat. “He said a death in the john—who is it do you suppose? Carl?” Kerry asked.
“It has to be—that other fellow came out and hurried away so we know it wasn’t him.”
Max turned to the cop and asked, “Why are you holding those two boys?”
“Material witnesses for right now.”
“What could they know?”
“Let’s have your version first.”
“Harry and I were on our regular toilet patrol and when we got to this one, we found this old geezer dead in the last booth. No one around and I just came out to look for anyone who could have seen anything suspicious. Looks like his back was broken in a fall across the stool.”
“Do you suppose it was an accident?”
“I don’t know,” Max replied doubtfully, “I guess it could have been murder. Maybe the old guy propositioned someone who didn’t like it!”
“Have you ever seen him on your beat before?
I mean is he one of the regulars here in this head?”
“Can’t say as I’ve ever seen him before—I know we’ve never brought him in.”
“Here comes the meat wagon now—guess we might as well go in.”
They had left Carl just where he had fallen and the bruise where Harry struck him was quite in evidence now.
“Hi, Sam,” Harry said to the cop, “what do you think of this?”
“I’m just waiting to hear.”
Two detectives came in just then and Harry repeated the identical story that Max had given. The detectives busied themselves around and one of them noticed the glory hole with some saliva still wetting it. “He was sucking someone off, all right,” he said, “look—here’s still some slobber on the partition.”
“There’s nothing on this side to give us a clue,” the other one said after he had inspected the second booth.
The first one called the second one over to a whispered conversation. Harry saw him look him up and down carefully, then looked at Max and shrugged. Max looked Harry up and down and when his eyes reached his crotch, to his horror, he noticed some wet stains and knew instinctively that they had been left there by Carl’s dripping mouth.
His expression aroused Harry and he looked at his crotch, too. His face went white and he shuddered imperceptibly, knowing that the detectives had seen it. That God damned, old cock-sucker was going to have his balls yet!
The coroner and the police photographer did their duties and the first detective asked, “What’s your verdict, Doc?”
“Assault and murder by a person or persons unknown.”
They took the body away and Sam said that he was holding two boys as material witnesses. “They said they saw a man come out of the toilet after Jennings and Megan went in.”
Harry’s and Max’s hearts sank. Why hadn’t they gotten rid of the kids earlier—before they called it in? It wasn’t their fault that they merely told the truth. “That must be a mistake, Sam—how could they when no one was in here? Maybe they’re talking about someone earlier,” Max protested.
“Sure! That must be it, Sam—they’ve probably been here since they got out of school and seen lots of guys go in and out.”
“Let me talk to them, Sam—we’ll clear this up in a hurry!” Max pleaded.
“No—I’ll just take them down to the station and we can clear it up there.”
“But we could…,” Harry began.
The first detective said firmly, “We’ll take them downtown!”
“Okay—we’ll see you down there,” Max replied wanting to get out of there more than anything in the world right now so they could discuss their problem.
They saw Kerry and Bobo peering at them from the patrol car window anxiously, but they gave no sign of recognition and walked to their car.
“I wonder what it’s all about,” Bobo said softly. “I don’t know—but it looks like trouble.”
“Isn’t there anyway we can help them out?”
“Obviously, they’re not going to let us talk to them. Just tell the truth and we’ll hope for the best. Except, don’t let on that we know them—that’s why they didn’t wave or anything!”
“And I thought that this afternoon was going to be so much fun!”
“Come to think of it, our original plan was to get them in trouble in the first place!”
“Do you suppose they killed Carl?”
“I don’t know—remember, they were asking about him.”
“Yeah—that’s right!”
Sam, the patrolman, got in the car and said, “We’re going to have you boys tell your story at the station, then I’ll drive you home, okay? Just tell them what you told me and there won’t be anything to it.”
“Can you tell us what it’s all about?” Bobo inquired bravely.
“An old man died in the toilet and we haven’t found out why yet.”
“Was he murdered?” Kerry asked.
“Now, no more questions until we get to the station. I don’t know any more about it than you do.”
They rode silently the rest of the way to the police station.
* * *
In their car, Max said, “It sure looks like we blew that one, buddy boy!”
“Fuck! The thing I hate more than anything is the fact that I got you cornered into it, too.”
“We’ll just have to weather it, Harry.”
“Christ! If we could only have talked to Bobo and Kerry to see what they said exactly.”
“Is there any way the guy could have slipped out without our seeing him?”
“Not unless he was hiding in the first booth.”
“Then that’s the only way we can go—but Christ, Harry! Those slobber spots on your pants don’t help!”
“Put this buggy in gear, baby! We’ve got to get to my house so I can get a different pair! Luckily, I’ve got another pair just like these! Let’s go!”
Fortunately, Harry’s home was on the way and Maggie wasn’t home. Harry ran into the house and Max came right after him. Harry was already pulling his pants off when Max got there. “Harry,” he said breathlessly, “you’d better wash your dick off, too—just in case they might want to take samples, if you know what I mean!”
“Good idea, Max! Find those other pants for me while I run to the bathroom.”
Max caught a fleeting glance of the beautiful hose flopping from thigh to thigh as Harry hurried. “Christ!” he thought to himself. “Here we are in the biggest, fucking mess since we’ve been on the force and I’m thinking about sucking peter!”
He found the trousers in a second and carried them to the open bathroom door. Harry was scrubbing his prick thoroughly and Max said, “My God, Harry! This is no time to be making love to your dick! And leave something there for them to inspect, if they’re going to—no guy is that clean all the time!”
‘“Fuck! You’re right! Drop your pants, Max.”
“Whaaa…”
“Just do it!”
Max unzipped and pushed his pants down and Harry got behind him spreading his legs and rubbing his cock up and down Max’s perineum and under his balls.
“What in the fuck are you doing, you fruit cake?” Max roared.
“Just getting some man smell on me,” Harry replied blithely.
“Get your pants on right now! They’re probably wondering why we’re late as it is!”
They jumped into the car and drove swiftly to the station. Everyone had just started to collect when they got there and it didn’t seem that they had been missed. As they walked by the two detectives, Harry was aware that they were looking at his crotch again, then they looked at each other strangely.
* * *
After telling their story, Sam drove the boys home and they didn’t get to speak to Max or Harry at any time so they were just as mystified as ever. They both got out at Bobo’s home and Kerry turned back to Sam and asked, “Are they all through with us? Will they need us again?”
Sam smiled and replied, “If we need you, we’ll let you know—and thanks, boys.”
“Hey—he’s pretty good-looking when he smiles!” Bobo said appreciatively as Sam drove off.
“He looked like he was hung pretty well, too!” Kerry replied.
Bobo chuckled and said, “Here we are mixed up in a murder and we can still think about what a guy has hanging between his legs—and a cop at that!”
Bobo’s mother wasn’t home and so the boys fixed some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Kerry said, “I guess we’d better be getting over to Scoey’s. They’ll think something happened to us.”
“Well, it did, didn’t it?”
“I can just see them now—all naked and hard in the loft!”
“Oh, man! I can’t be around you without getting a hard-on!” Scoey pretended to scold. “And we can chalk up another member to the club—Cam!”
“And his little brother, unless I miss my guess.”
“I’m almost glad he caught us!”
“I’m more than glad! He had a pretty sensational load!”
“I didn’t get to see that—but that prick is something else again!”
“Come on! Let’s get to the barn in a hurry! My doo-dad is beginning to ooze!”
* * *
After waiting around for some time, Harry and Max were summoned by the Chief and Max was the first to go in. In a short while, he came out of the office with a stunned look on his face. He shook his head at Harry and said, “They’ve got us, old buddy! Right by the short hairs!”
Without giving them a chance to talk, Harry was called in. The Chief was flanked by the two detectives and looking very sour. “Megan—now let’s have the real story about this thing—you killed Forsythe, didn’t you?”
“No, Chief—I—uh…”
“Did or didn’t Forsythe have his mouth on your prick today?”
“Then how come the stains on your pants match Forsythe’s saliva report?”
“What stains, Chief?” Harry asked innocently.
“On your fly, Megan!”
Harry spread his legs and thrust his pelvis forward. “Take a look for yourself, Chief—no stains!”
“That’s mighty attractive, indeed—I suppose—to men who are interested in gargantuan penises—but I’m not! And of course, there are no stains on those pants, Megan—but there are on these! The ones you wore for most of the day!” He threw Harry’s soiled pants on the desk and folded his arms.
“Why—why—where did these come from?
They’re not…”
“Careful what you say, Megan! Jones and Hardy just picked these up in your bedroom. Now—are they yours?”
Harry dropped his eyes and said softly, “Yes—yes, they are. I might as well tell you everything.”
“That’s what I’m waiting for,” the Chief said coldly.
“Forsythe was the old fruit who first acquainted me with male sex—by forcing me to give into him and before he was through with me, he sucked me off, made me suck him off and wound up the circus by fucking the bejesus out of my ass! I’ve looked for him for a long, long time!”
“You’re incriminating yourself, Megan—maybe you’d better get a lawyer.”
“Oh—I didn’t mean to kill him, Chief—I just wanted to bust him on a felony charge and we almost had him—I let him suck me for a short time—then I called out to Max to open the door and make the bust—we had him dead to rights, when he recognized me and began bringing up the old dirt about me and him I hit him and he fell over backwards—over the stool and broke his back—so I guess I did kill him, but it wasn’t premeditated, Chief, I swear it!”
“Why didn’t you just tell the truth in the first place?”
“It seemed so easy to just pass it off—after all, it was just a fluke.”
“A pretty expensive fluke, I’d say!” the Chief said wryly.
“And Max was just backing me up—like any buddy would!”
“Very commendable, I’m sure—but not for cops!”
“What’s going to happen, Chief?”
“I’ll try to make it as easy on you both as I can.
Go turn yourself in—and I won’t use this saliva evidence if you just plead to manslaughter accidental.”
“What will happen to Max?”
“A suspension, I expect—not permanent, I hope.”
* * *
Kerry and Bobo ran into the barn and saw that the ladder was down—of course, it was—it was there for them to lead Max and Harry up to their “studio”! Kerry put his finger to his lips and they climbed up the ladder silently. They noticed the bales of hay which were out of place and knew that this was the camera blind. Without making a sound, they tiptoed to it and peeked over. Wow! What a scene! Ben and Scoey were sixty-nining and wouldn’t have heard an elephant come into the loft!
The boys slipped out of their clothes and lay down on the top of the bales so they could watch Scoey and Ben while sucking each other.
Suddenly, Ben looked up and saw them grinning at him, Kerry said, “We had a real false alarm today—but we did get involved in a murder! Guess who! Carl Forsythe!”
“Who did it?” Ben asked, letting Scoey’s monster slip out of his mouth.
“We’re not sure—but we know Harry and Max are mixed up in it some way or other. At least, they’re not going to be here today. I think they may have their hands full without any pictures staring them in the face. I sure did like Max!”
“And I was really looking forward to sucking Harry’s pretty peter!” Bobo replied.
“Well—as long as we’re not shooting pictures today, come down here with Scoey and me and we’ll try another kind of shooting!”
