Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 15:46:02 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts & the Greymount College Murders - 3

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overtones and is a sequel to `Martin Roberts
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writing. It is a sequel to

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without the author's permission.

 MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES THE GREYMOUNT COLLEGE
MURDERS
Chapter 3

In the period immediately after his talk and before
the news that Lawrence Miller had been murdered had
been conveyed from the pathologist, the Principal of
Greymount College, Alex Scott-Brown, had led
Superintendent Martin Roberts and a small group of
selected staff across from the main Hall to his
imposing house close to the centre of the main
buildings. As they walked the Principal congratulated
Martin on his talk,

"A most interesting talk and the relatively low key
response had little to do with the content and far
more to do with the tragic events if the last few
days, I can assure you, Superintendent."

Martin thanked the Principal noting that the smile on
his face seemed rather fixed and insincere. Like Mark,
Martin found something in the Principal's demeanour
that he found quite unattractive. Once at the house
the party moved into the main living room for drinks
before the meal. Lunch with the Principal was quite an
interesting affair even before the fact that the Chief
Inspector had now become involved in a murder
investigation. The main guests, apart from Martin were
the Principal's wife, Lizzie, Mr Raymond Collinson and
his wife, Marianne, and the Chief Inspector. The party
began to gather in the Principal's living room for
drinks before lunch and were chatting idly together.
The Principal introduced Martin to his wife, Lizzie.
The Superintendent thought that she was extremely
young and very striking looking woman,

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs Scott-Brown. I had not
expected the Principal's wife to be so young and
attractive, if I may say so."

"Well, thank you, Superintendent, but I'm Alex's
second wife. His first wife was killed in an accident
a few years ago. I was the nanny and we married five
years ago and now we have two young children of our
own. Do you have children, Superintendent?"

"Yes, my partner and I have two boys, only two years
old and a bit of a handful."

Martin was about to explain further when Raymond
Collinson walked over and introduced his wife,
Marianne to Martin, who noted that this was just the
moment when Mark phone rang and he left the room.
Martin chattered small talk with the Collinsons and
Lizzie while Mark went outside and the Principal
fussed over the final preparations for lunch. At
lunch, Martin found himself seated next to the
Principal with Marianne sitting to one side of him and
Raymond opposite. It was neither possible nor
appropriate to try to find out what exactly mark now
knew and the Chief Inspector put up a good front
throughout the meal, although before they had started
their coffee, Mark spoke quietly to the Principal, who
nodded his agreement to whatever the Chief Inspector
requested. Martin pretended not to notice but was
itching to find out exactly what new information had
caused the change in the assessment of Lawrence
Miller's death.

While Martin was lunching with the Principal, Mike
Rickwood had been taken to College House, where he was
to have his meal. The Assistant House Master of the
dormitory, Andy Stephens, met Mike and took him to the
dining room in the House. At the dining table Andy
placed Mike next to himself and, on the other side of
the teacher was a rather pretty young woman, Anna
Young, who was the College's Assistant Matron. Andy
split his time talking to Mike and Anna, who was
clearly his girlfriend. On the other side of the
table, Mike found himself sitting opposite a tall,
dark haired young man who informed the Police Sergeant
that his name was Bobby Marsh. Conversation during
lunch was rather stilted but Bobby told Mike that he
had enjoyed the Sergeant's superior officer's talk
very much and was thinking of a career in the Police
himself after he had left University. The conversation
lapsed somewhat but Andy kept it going by saying,

"Bobby is the College's star fast bowler. We're very
fortunate at the moment as we have an excellent
batsman in the Captain of the College team, Paul
Ferris and an equally good bowler in the Vice-Captain,
Bobby here. Are you interested in cricket at all?"

Mike smiled with a degree of relief and replied,

"Oh yes, I play a little bit for the Metropolitan
Police team. I'm a fast bowler too."

Bobby seemed to become animated at this news and said,

"I'm going to the nets as soon as lunch is over, if
you've got time, maybe you could come and watch me.
I'm having a little difficulty with my run-up, you
might be able to help sort out the problem."

Mike nodded enthusiastically and replied,

"I'd love to, I don't suppose the main party at the
Principal's house will be finished and ready to leave
all that soon, so watching you in the nets would be a
nice relief and a very enjoyable way to fill in the
time."

Five minutes later, just as their lunch was over, a
senior student from another part of the College
entered the dining hall to hoots from the other
diners. Ignoring the catcalls, the young man walked
purposefully towards the top table and stood behind
Andy Stephens and whispered in his ear. The Assistant
House Master looked momentarily taken aback, but
recovered his composure quickly and, after saying a
few words first to his girlfriend he then turned to
Mike Rickwood and said,

"Please excuse me, Sergeant, something has come up and
I need to speak to the Principal straight away. Bobby,
will you and Anna look after our guest while I'm away,
please?"

Bobby and Anna agreed and Bobby told the Assistant
Matron that he had promised to take Mike over to the
cricket nets, which news gave Anna an excuse to leave
as well. Skipping the after lunch coffee, Bobby led
Mike towards the nets. As they approached the cricket
field, the Police Sergeant saw a young man batting in
the nets. Even from some distance away he could tell
that the young man was a class player with ease a
grace to his strokes and plenty of time to play his
shots. As they got nearer, Bobby caught sight of the
College cricket coach and pointed him out to Mike. The
Sergeant recognised the coach immediately and smiled
as he shook hands and said,

"It's David Graham, isn't it? I saw you play that
wonderful innings at The Oval a few years ago, I was
about twelve at the time and I was inspired by your
skill, even though I was not much of a batsman!"

"Yes, and then I had my accident and had to retire.
You can't bat with a false hand, you know, but thanks
for the kind comments, but don't I recognise you as
well? Aren't you Mike Rickwood, you took 5-30 against
Cambridge about six years ago and won the game for
Oxford from an impossible position, as I recall. What
happened to you after that?"

"Yes I am that Mike Rickwood but after graduation I
joined the Police Service and now only play
occasionally."

"Shame, you were a very good opening bowler and I see
you have already met out star fast bowler, but not yet
our batsman, who I think is the finest player of his
age in the country. He's off to University in the
autumn and I'm sure that he'll play for Cambridge in
the first year and, if he wanted to, would almost
certainly play for England, he's that good! Paul, come
over here a minute."

Paul and Mike were introduced and the young student
asked Paul if he wanted to have a bowl in the nets and
Mike said he might but he was rather rusty and did not
have the proper shoes with him. Nevertheless, Mike
gamely agreed to bowl a few deliveries at Paul and
spent a few minutes warming up before he bowled for
real. Bobby watched as the Police Sergeant paced out
his run and then delivered a short, but very fast,
ball to Paul Ferris who seemed to have all the time in
the world to deal with it. Mike bowled to Paul several
times and never beat him once. David Graham and Bobby
had been watching the battle between Paul and Mike
with interest and a small crowd of other students had
joined them. Mike finally stopped bowling and came
over to speak to the cricket coach,

"He's very good, isn't he?"

"Yes, Mike, he's very good indeed as I told you. He
sometimes gets a bit slipshod and loses concentration
but when he's on his best form, there's no stopping
him. By the way, two things, first would you have a
look at Bobby and give him some advice on his bowling
problem and, second, are you free next Sunday?"

Mike happily agreed to watch Bobby bowl for a bit and
then asked David why he wanted to know if he was free
on Sunday.

"Well, Mike, next Sunday is the Annual College
Principal's Select team against the College team. I
choose the Principal's team for him and I wondered if
you'd be willing to play? We haven't won for several
years but if you were available it might even up the
two sides a bit."

"Actually, David, I think I'm off duty next Sunday so
I could probably play but I need to clear it with my
boss, Martin Roberts, first, if that's OK."

"Sure, Mike, how long will that take?"

"Not long I don't think, he's having lunch with the
Principal now and I'll ask him before we leave."

"I know I'm pushing my luck, Mike but any chance that
you could be here for a team get-together on the
Saturday?"

"Again I'll try.  If I can I will. Whatever happens
I'd like to come back and spend a bit more time with
Bobby and Paul, they are potentially great
cricketers."

"Thanks, Mike."

Mike then turned back to watch Bobby bowling in the
nets and walked over for a closer look. After a few
minutes study, the policeman suggested a couple of
things to the handsome student and was pleased that,
before too long, the fast bowler was showing signs of
improvement. Unfortunately his assistance to Bobby was
cut short when David Graham called over to him,

"Looks like your boss is coming right now", said
David, pointing to a small group emerging from the
front door of the Principal's house.

Mike was anxious to get over to join them. First he
wanted to know whether the sudden request for his
lunch host to speak with the Principal had anything to
do with the death of Lawrie Miller and he also wanted
to see if he could play in the cricket match the
following weekend.  The Sergeant thanked the coach and
the players for allowing him to join in their net
practice and received warm thanks from them in return,
then he strode off towards the party now standing
outside the Principal's house. On seeing his Sergeant
approaching, Martin Roberts waved him over to join him
and called out,

"Ah good, Mike, glad you've caught up with us. There
have been some important developments while you were
at lunch and from the state of your shirt, I'd say
playing cricket. Come over here with me and I'll tell
you about them."

"Yes, sir."

Martin and Mike walked a few yards away from the
others and the two police officers sat down together.
Martin told Mike the details so far. Chief Inspector
Jamieson had received the call from the pathology lab
just before lunch. The post mortem examination had
shown that the dead man, Lawrence Miller, had been
struck on the back of the head before he had fallen
through the floor boards of the tower. It would appear
that the weapon used was something like a cricket
stump, the rounded wooden wicket would have been ideal
and seemed to match the wound exactly. Mark had
managed to tell martin this information as soon as the
first course of the lunch had been served. Martin had
offered to help in any way, but Mark said he wanted to
go back over the notes of the case to think who he
might need to speak to most urgently. A further
conversation a little later had revealed that both men
had had the same thought: they needed to speak to the
person who actually found the body. This turned out to
be Lawrence Miller's best friend on the staff and
fellow assistant House Master, Andy Stephens. As soon
as he could, Mark had informed the Principal of the
new information and then asked if he could use one of
the College rooms to interview some witnesses again.
This was why Andy Stephens had been summonsed to see
the Principal and he was now about to be interviewed
by Mark and Martin and Mike had been invited to
observe. The Superintendent suggested that they should
make their way to the small class room that had been
found for the Chief Inspector to use.

On arrival, Martin and Mike saw that Mark and Andy
were already there and waiting and as soon as everyone
was settled, Mark began his questioning,

"Now, Mr Stephens, I am right in believing that you
found Lawrence Miller's body, is that not so?"

"Yes, Chief Inspector, I found Lawrie lying on the
floor of the tower basement. I went down carefully to
his body but it was obvious he was dead. Nevertheless
I asked for someone to call for an ambulance and for
the police to be informed. Please call me Andy."

"Quite right, um Andy. You did everything correctly.
Did you notice anything else about the body?"

"Not really, no. It just looked to me, as an untrained
person, as though he had fallen and broken his neck
and cracked his skull."

"So nothing to arouse any suspicion about his death?"

"No, why? Have you found out something -- a suicide
note or something? He didn't strike me as the type to
take his own life but why he was in the tower is
something of a mystery to me. He never mentioned
knowing of its existence other than a place that was
out of bounds."

"Not a suicide note, no, Andy but we do have some
concerns. There is evidence that Lawrie might have
been murdered."

Andy Graham gave a gasp oh horror which seemed quite
genuine to the others in the room and then the teacher
stuttered,

"Murdered, you say, how? Why? What is this evidence?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that at this time, Andy
but I'd like to go back to why you went to look in the
tower during the search."

"Well we'd looked everywhere else and we hadn't found
him and someone, I don't know who it was but I think
it was one of the students suggested the tower. It's a
haunt for smokers and it was just possible Lawrie
might have seen someone going in there for a cigarette
and gone after him. It was worth an try and as you
know that's where we found him."

"Well if you do remember who suggested the tower
please let us know but I guess that's it for now. Oh,
except one thing. Do you happen to know where the
cricket stumps are kept?"

"Cricket stumps? No, it's not my game, cricket. I find
it more boring than watching paint dry. The people you
need to ask are either the cricket coach, David Graham
or the members of the cricket team."

"OK, thanks very much, Andy. That'll do for today, but
I may need to speak to you again."

A rather shaken Andy Graham got up and left the room.
Mark and the other policemen knew it would not be long
before the news that Lawrence Miller had been murdered
would be all around the College. As soon as Andy
Stephens was out of the room, Mark asked Martin if he
could have the use of Mike Rickwood for the next few
days. Martin indicated that he was agreeable to this
provided Mike took him back to Scotland Yard before
starting work with the Chief Inspector. Mike was asked
and agreed to the secondment and also added that he
had been asked to play for the Principal's cricket
team against the College team the following weekend.
Mike was pleased when both Martin and Mark
enthusiastically agreed that he should do so. The
Superintendent indicated that he would be ready to
leave whenever it was convenient but then Mark said,

"Before you both leave, I'd like you to sit in on an
interview with the cricket coach. I assume you've met
him Mike, so would you go and ask him to come here for
a chat? I want to find out if any of the stumps are
missing."

Mike strode off towards the cricket pitch and saw
David Graham coming towards him and so he stopped and
asked him to come along to speak with the Chief
Inspector. In the distance, the sergeant saw Bobby and
Paul walking back to the pavilion to change and
apparently deep in conversation.

"He's blood fast that policeman, isn't he, Paul?"

"Yes, pretty quick, somewhat faster than you, Bobby. I
expect old DG will have him in the principal's team
this Sunday if he possible can."

"Yes, I thought I heard him ask him. You got time for
a quick shower?"

"Don't see why not, Bobby."

The two teenagers disappeared into the pavilion and
through to the back of the building where the showers
were. As they stood side by side Bobby slipped his
hand across the front of his friend's cricket trousers
and, feeling how hard it was, said,

"Have you still got your protector on or are you
pleased to see me?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Bobby required no second invitation and quickly
unzipped Paul's cricket trousers and helped them down
over the teenager's knees. Then he swiftly removed the
protector from its pouch and felt the hard throbbing
cock beneath. Meanwhile Paul had removed his shoes and
socks and was unbuttoning his shirt as Bobby slowly
wanked the batsman's cock. Once he was naked, Paul
returned the favour and sexily undressed Bobby. They
walked towards the back of the showers putting on the
taps as they went. Once at the rear wall, Bobby knelt
down and began to lick his way up Paul's legs, going
slowly past the randy teenager's groin and on up
towards the erect nipples. Bobby ran his rough tongue
over the erogenous area around his friend's nipples
and then gave a little gasp as Paul's hand reached out
and began to fondle the throbbing shaft of the
bowler's cock. Almost instinctively, the two boys lay
down on the cold floor of the shower and positioned
themselves so that they could 69. Bobby opened his
mouth and swallowed almost the entire length of Paul's
cavalier cock, making sure that the foreskin rolled
back to expose the head as he did so. Paul did
likewise with his friend's cock, although in this case
the skin seemed to roll back unaided as the head
expanded and the shaft hardened. The two boys were
absorbed in sucking each other and would not have
noticed that they were being observed had the voyeur
not made an unexpected sound. Leaping to their feet,
the two horny teenagers tried to bluff their way out
of what could be a very difficult situation. Paul was
relieved to see that the person who had disturbed them
was none other than his young scorer friend, Peter and
dropped the hands that had been covering his hard cock
to his side and said,

"Hello there, Peter. Bobby, I'd like you to meet
Peter. He's the young man I was telling you about. Why
don't you get undressed and join us Peter?"

Peter did as he was asked and in only a few moments he
was standing naked at the back of the showers, flanked
on either side by Bobby and Paul. Peter had not seen
Bobby's cock before and he was checking it out
thoroughly and finding that he liked what he saw.
Peter went down onto his knees so that his face was
level with both older ten's cocks and he began to lick
and suck the two throbbing erections in turn. Paul
said to Bobby,

"Peter's a great sucker and I think he'd like to suck
two cocks at once. What do you say?"

Bobby did not need to reply as the horny young ten
manoeuvred himself into a position in which he could
take both older teen's cock heads into his mouth.
Bobby reached across and began to wank the shaft of
Paul's cock and Paul did the same to Bobby as the
youngest of the three knelt in front of them licking
the cock heads and wanking his own hard throbbing
cock. Bobby had not had much sexual relief except by
his own hand for some time and the scene was almost
too much for him and he found it difficult to control
himself. The combined effect of Peter's mouth and
Paul's hand sent him speeding towards orgasm. Paul
could feel his friend's shaft begin to expand as the
ball juice made its way up towards the widened piss
slit. Seconds later, Peter's mouth was filled with
spunk as Bobby fired his cum and this sight was too
much for Paul who lost all control and began firing
his own jizz into the willing boys sucking mouth
almost as soon as Bobby's stream of cum had stopped.
To the amazement of both the older boys, Peter managed
to swallow most of the spunk down his throat although
some of the pearly white cream ran down over his lips
and chin. To complete the scene, Peter's own cock
fired several ropes of cum as the youngest boy brought
himself to orgasm with his hand. Satisfied, all three
boys slumped to the floor of the shower allowing the
water to wash over them as they rested waiting to
recover their breath and their self-control. It did
not take them long to recover but it was obviously
time for them to get changed and go back into the
College for the start of afternoon lessons. As they
dressed, Paul looked at Peter and said,

"You looked as though you enjoyed that!"

"You bet!! Two cock and loads of cum. I can't wait to
do it again. Your cocks taste sooo good and much
better than the younger guys in the dorm. I hope
you'll take me to that place you mentioned last time
when we had fun in the score box. Both of you I mean."

Bobby had not said anything for a while but
intervened,

"You're one randy little sod! You certainly know how
to suck a cock!! But tell me did you follow us into
the pavilion or were you in here when we came in and
what were you doing in here?"

"I was here when you arrived. I like to come in the
pavilion because it's quiet and I can have a wank in
peace and sometimes I find bits of players' kit that I
can wank off with and cum into. I can imagine I'm
having sex with the owners!!"

Bobby gave a look of mock shock and said,

"Randy and kinky, I like it. We'll certainly have to
get together again soon, but I have to run. I need to
get to the Labs for a practical and if I don't go now
I'll be late."

Bobby left Paul and Peter together. The remaining two
chatted idly as they got dressed and Paul said before
they both left for their lessons,

"We'll certainly have another session with Bobby soon.
I'll talk to you about when tonight in the dorm."

Peter nodded and left quickly by a back door to the
pavilion to avoid being seen. Paul stayed for a moment
and his mind turned over the idea of suggesting to
Peter and Bobby that next time they met the younger
teen should suck Bobby off while the older boy fucked
him. The idea of having Peter receiving cock at both
ends appealed to Paul and, he believed, it would be
equally appealing to the other two teenagers. Paul
felt his cock getting hard again at the thought of
what might happen soon and at the prospect of telling
Peter all about it later that night but he resolved to
retain his cum until he could get the younger teen on
his own later that night. Having fought to get his
thoughts and his erection under control, the horny
teenager went out of the front entrance of the
pavilion and, as he did so, almost ran into David
Graham returning after his interview with the Police.

"Sorry coach."

"That's OK, Paul. Did you have a good net?"

"Yes, coach. That pace bowler really tested me, he's
very good."

"He is, isn't he and I hope you'll get to bat against
him for real on Sunday. I've just been speaking to the
Police this minute. It appears that Mr Miller was
murdered and they were asking me about the cricket
stumps. I told them I did not think there were any
missing, but said you and other members of the team
might know, so you might get asked."

"Thanks for the warning coach. I don't think there are
any stumps missing but I can check if you like. Did
they mean the match ones or the ones we use in the
nets and for fielding practice?"

"They didn't say, Paul. Check them all, would you. I
had a quick count up and I think they're all there,
but you can never tell I don't think we ever kept
track of how many we had."

"I don't think so either, coach. Oh, here comes our
fast bowler policeman."

Hello David, Paul, sorry to interrupt but I'm going to
have to collect all the stumps and have them examined
by the forensic team straight away, Chief Inspector
Jamieson wants it done as soon as possible.'

"OK, will you show the Sergeant where we keep the
stumps, Paul. We can't be absolutely sure but we don't
think any of them are missing."

Paul led Mike to the store where the stumps and other
cricket equipment were kept. The Sergeant noted that
the store was very vulnerable and anyone passing by
could easily have got in and picked up a stump to use
as a weapon and then return it without arousing
suspicion. When he had gathered all the stumps
together and bagged them for forensic examination,
Mike took them back to Mark and told him what he had
discovered. Then, Mark indicated that the Sergeant
could take Martin home but, as the Superintendent was
getting into the car to drive back to Scotland Yard,
the Chief Inspector leaned forward and said to him,

"Thanks for your help today, sir and also to you,
Mike. I hope I will see you back here again tomorrow,
Mike. I want you to be my eyes and ears around the
College."

Mike and Martin smiled back and then the car sped off
towards the centre of London. On the journey back to
Scotland Yard neither of the policemen spoke, each
deep in thought about their day and about what would
happen in the next few days. Martin knew that Tom, his
partner, would be very annoyed that he had somehow
managed to get involved in another murder case,
although, in his own defence, the Superintendent could
argue that he only had done so as a small part player.
By contrast, Mike was excited at the thought that he
would be able to play a role in a murder investigation
and that he might well play a pivotal role. When they
arrived at Scotland Yard, Martin told his favourite
Sergeant that he should go home and get an early night
as he would be needed at Greymount College from early
the following morning. Mike gratefully accepted his
superior's proposal and drove straight home, leaving
Martin at the entrance to his office.

On Martin's desk when he arrived there that evening
there was a series of messages. One in particular
intrigued him. It was a request to call a particular
telephone number. The number seemed familiar but
Martin knew it immediately whose number it was. The
Superintendent dialled the number and heard a familiar
booming voice from the past,

"Freddy Eversley, here."

"Oh, hello, Freddy, it's Martin Roberts here. You left
a message for us to call you."

"Yes, I did, but I was really hoping to speak to that
gorgeous Police Constable of yours, Mike Rickwood. How
is he doing. I haven't seen him for some months, not
since he and I ended our relationship. I still think
fondly of him, you know and so does John who's living
with me full-time now."

"Mike's doing well, thank you, Freddy, he's a Sergeant
now. Can I be of any help?"

"Oh yes, of course you can, Martin. I can give you the
information just as easily as I could give it to Mike.
It's about this chap they found murdered at Greymount
College."

"Well, technically, I'm not involved with the case and
neither are my team but Mike Rickwood has been
seconded to the investigation and I can pass the
information on to him and Chief Inspector Jamieson who
is running the operation."

"So Jamieson has been promoted, eh? Good for him. I
say, he deserved it. Yes, yes, indeed. Where was I? Oh
yes, information about this Lawrence Miller chap. Well
I knew him a few years ago, my dear. He was a right
randy student and no mistake. He came to Eversley hall
to several of my `parties' and always thoroughly
enjoyed himself. He was very versatile, if you know
what I mean and I think you do. He was always popular
with myself and fellow guests he was willing t play
`top' and `bottom' and he had a mouth that could suck
for England and an arse that was tight and warm and
welcoming. He had a nice prick too and used it very
effectively. I know I had both treatments several
times. He became a teacher of course but I thought as
Greymount College is an all boys school, and a
boarding school at that, it might have a bearing on
the case. What do you think?"

"It's certainly something I didn't know about the
victim and I doubt Mark knows it either. It could well
affect the line of enquiry, I'll pass it on. Thanks."

"My pleasure Martin. How are Tom and the boys? Brad is
fine and working on a new book at the moment but we
both said you must all come over to see us soon."

"Tom's great and so are the boys and we'd love to come
over and have a day with you and Brad but it sounds as
though you're busy at your end but hopefully in the
not too distant future. Oh, and thanks again for the
information, I'll pass it on to Mark as soon as I
can."

"No trouble, Martin, Bye for now."

The line went dead and Martin immediately dialled Mark
Jamieson's number. When the Chief Inspector answered,
Martin told him the information that Freddy had
supplied and agreed with his friend that the news that
Lawrence Miller had been gay probably made it
necessary to open up a new line of enquiry. Again,
Martin offered the assistance of himself and his team
if Mark thought it necessary and received a slightly
encouraging reply from his fellow officer. The two
policemen agreed that they would liase with each other
through Mike Rickwood. Before leaving for home, the
Superintendent telephoned the Sergeant and passed on
the news about Lawrence Miller and also the
information about the more direct link between the
local police team led by mark and Martin's own
specialist squad.

On his arrival at home the Superintendent was greeted
by his lover and the children who seemed overjoyed at
his return and dragged Martin off to play some new
game with them. Tom had already noted the guilty look
on his partner's face and knew that, despite his
protestations to the contrary, Martin had become
involved in the murder case. The discussion was
interrupted by riotous sounds from the bathroom where
the children were getting ready for bed. The two men
walked quickly to the source of the noise and, after a
few harsh words were expressed, Harry and Simon were
sent straight to bed.

Over dinner, Tom allowed Martin to explain how he had
got involved in the Greymount College murder
investigation and again forgave him, this time on his
partner's assurance that he would merely be acting in
an advisory and consultative capacity and not get
directly involved. As he said this, Martin knew that
this would be a difficult assurance to sustain as the
news that Lawrence Miller was gay had changed a number
of things. The most important change was that there
would be a need for close liaison with investigation
team and the fact that the Superintendent's specialist
squad would almost certainly have to be called in. In
an effort to reassure his lover, Martin suggested that
they had an early night, a proposal that Tom greeted
with some enthusiasm.

Having first checked that the boys were asleep and
well tucked in, Tom and Martin retired to their
bedroom where they quickly undressed. Once they were
naked, Martin began to stroke his hands all over his
lover's body paying particular attention to the areas
that he knew turned Tom on. Tom's cock responded to
the treatment and was soon hard and the foreskin had
rolled back to reveal part of the sensitive head.
Martin used his tongue and lips to ease the rest of
the skin off the cock head and then swallowed his
lover's shaft until it reached the back of his throat.
Tom opened his legs wide so that his partner could use
his fingers to probe his hole and play with his balls.
Sighing contentedly, Tom said quietly,

"Oh Marty, you really are a good lover!! Suck my cock
and finger fuck my hole!! Make me wet and ready to
receive your prick!!"

Martin continued to work his lips, tongue and mouth on
the rock hard shaft and simultaneously eased his
fingers inside Tom's hole searching for his prostate.
The sudden jolt of the cock in his mouth accompanied
by a half-stifled cry of delight told the older man
that he had found the right spot. Tom urged his lover
to finish the job that he had started,

"Come on Marty suck me right off!! I want to cum in
your mouth and throat!! I want you to have my love
juice!! Suck me!! Suck me hard!! Don't stop!! Bring me
off .. please .. !! I'm .. nearly .. there .. !! Don't
stop .. don't stop .. oh yes .. that's it .. take it
.. take .. it .. all .. I'm cum .. mm .. ing!!!"

Tom's body shook violently as the tremors of his
excitement coursed through him and his spunk rose from
his balls and sped along the shaft and out into the
gobbling mouth of his lover. Martin felt the warm,
sticky jizz land on his tongue and began to swallow as
volley after volley fired into his waiting throat. All
the time, Tom was clenching his arse muscles to ensure
that his lover's fingers were still retained in
position and teasing his prostate. Gradually, however,
as the orgasm subsided, the younger partner released
his grip and, as Martin's fingers slid gently out of
his love channel, Tom's softening cock began to
withdraw from his lover's still gulping mouth. Tom's
smile was sufficient thanks for Martin who knew that
he had more than satisfied the younger man. The
younger partner now positioned himself ready to
receive the older man's prick and gently guided the
exposed head of the cut dick into his waiting hole. As
the thick cock head entered and Martin began the
process of impaling Tom prior to making love to him,
the younger lover spoke words of encouragement,

"God, Marty, I love the feel of your dick going inside
me. I want you to fuck me fast and hard!! I want to
feel you ram it into me!! I want to feel your prick
start to pulsate before you shoot deep inside me!!"

Martin pushed harder and soon the whole length of his
dick had been fed into Tom, who sighed loudly as he
felt his hole filled with the thick, hard tool. Slowly
the older man withdrew his cock until only the head
was inside and then rather faster rammed it back to
the fullest extent. Tom moaned with pleasure as Martin
began to plough in and out of his partner, who
continued to call out words of encouragement,

"That's it, Marty. Fuck my hole!! I love it when I can
feel you thrusting in and out of me!! I'm hard again
and want to cum with you!! Fuck me faster and harder!!
Let's cum together!!"

Tom began to thrust back to meet the invading prick
and at the same time reached down to wank his again
hard cock. The feel of his lover's welcoming thrusts
and the sight of Tom's hand wanking the uncut cock
were getting too much for Martin. The older partner's
breathing began to become more laboured and both men
knew that Martin was ready to cum. Tom grinned up at
his lover and said,

"Now .. Marty .. Now!!!"

Martin allowed the wonderful feeling of fulfilment
wash over him and he unleashed his cum deep inside
Tom, who clamped hard on the throbbing shaft so that
he could gain the maximum effect from his partner's
orgasm. Shortly after Martin's dick began to shoot its
spunk, Tom took his hand off his own dick which
throbbed once violently and then shot a second,
smaller load of jizz which landed on the younger man's
stomach. Tom scraped the second load off his body and
offered some to Martin and then took the rest for
himself before they both slumped back onto the bed,
ready for sleep.

Nothing more was said that night and the two lovers
drifted off to sleep. The following morning, the pair
of lovers were awakened as usual by the excited cries
from the children as they prepared for another day.
Both boys appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and
ran over to jump into bed with their parents. Martin
was pleased to have the chance to spend a short time
with Harry and Simon as both men wondered how long it
would be before they would have such an opportunity
again. Tom also realised that Martin's enthusiastic
sexual performance of the night before had been his
way of saying that he would be more heavily involved
in the murder investigation than he had admitted up
until then. This made the younger partner wonder how
long it would be before both of them would have the
time and the energy for another night of such carefree
love making.

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