Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 11:53:19 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts Investigates - 1

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual
overtones. I hope that you like this as a piece of
writing.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.


MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES

Chapter 1

Martin Roberts slowly withdrew his spent prick from
deep inside his lover's warm wet and welcoming hole.
He smiled down at the face beneath him and was greeted
with an equally warm response. Tom Baxter could feel
his lover's prick softening and easing out of him
having deposited a warm load of cum inside him. Martin
had shot his load and the feel of the fat throbbing
prick as it fired the ball juice had caused Martin's
own cock to spray copious amounts of spunk over his
own and Martin's body. Martin could see the large
beads of cum on his chest and that of Tom and slowly
scarped them onto his fingers, first feeding some into
Tom's mouth then feeding the rest of the creamy
substance into his own eager mouth.

Martin and Tom had been together for almost six years
and to many people they were an odd combination. They
were as different from each other as it was possible
to be in terms of looks and career. Tom was tall,
fair-haired, blue eyed, handsome, slim and almost
devoid of hair. His cock was long and thin with a
generous amount of loose foreskin covering an
attractive pink cock head. Martin by contrast was
short, dark, had average looks, was rather overweight
for his height and was very hairy. His prick, like the
rest of him was short and fat, making up for in girth
what it lacked in length. The skin was mottled and it
was topped with a very dark expose head - Martin had
been circumcised for medical reasons when he was quite
young. Tom was about five years younger than Martin
but in terms of career they were both successful in
their chosen profession. Martin was a high-flying
policeman, a graduate entry who had impressed his
superiors with his keen mind. Although openly gay,
Martin had found that he had quickly won the respect
and loyalty of his fellow officers and that his
promotion had been on merit and not as a sop to the
gay community. Tom by contrast had won a reputation as
a human rights and civil liberties barrister who was
the scourge of the establishment in general and the
police in particular.

The pair had met at a party held at the home of a
mutual friend. They each knew of the other but had
never met but other guests at the party had hoped that
some entertaining sparks when they locked horns at the
dinner table. As things turned out, Tom and Martin did
gently cross swords at the start of the evening but
the discussion had been amicable and they had each
seen in the other something that they found
attractive. Thus, the only sparks that flew that night
were ones of mutual attraction. When it was time to
leave, the two discovered that they lived not far from
each other and agreed to share a taxi home.

When the taxi arrived outside Martin's flat, he
instinctively asked Tom in for a nightcap. Tom
accepted and the two men entered Martin's flat for the
first time. Once inside, the thought of a last drink
almost immediately disappeared from both their minds
as they gave in to the feelings that had been growing
all evening. In less than two minutes they were
crushed together in a sexual embrace and moments later
after some initial difficulty they were naked and
examining each other's body with their hands, mouth
and tongue. They quickly reached the 69 position and
they remained there until they had both reached
orgasms. Martin indicated by his probing fingers in
Tom's arse hole that he would have liked to go further
but Tom resisted his advances. Martin was more than
satisfied with the mutual oral satisfaction that they
both gave each other. By the time their lovemaking
session was over it was very late and Martin suggested
that Tom stay over and was delighted when his new
friend agreed. They slept together in Martin's cosy
and spacious bed and later in the night their
relationship was consummated when Tom reached for and
found Martin's still rampant prick and slowly allowed
himself to be impaled on it. Martin realised what was
happening and he slowly but surely filled Tom's love
channel and some time later, as Tom squeezed him
tightly, Martin released his ball juice for a second
time.

All that had been almost six years ago and they pair
had lived together ever since that night. Shortly
after they first met the pair sold their flats and
bought a larger property in a fashionable part of
London that was ideally situated for their work needs.
They lived together in domestic harmony and enjoyed an
active social life, but much of their time was taken
up with work. It was really only on holiday that the
pair really let rip and they had used their vacations
to explore the gay scene in Greece, North Africa and
more recently in Eastern Europe.

Tom and Martin were recovering from their sex of the
night before and sleeping peacefully together when
their peace was shattered by the sound of the
telephone ringing urgently in the study. Martin awoke
immediately somehow aware that at this time in the
morning - it was only just after 6 a.m. - it was
almost certainly for him. Martin got up as quickly and
quietly as he could and, with just a backward looking
glance at his lover still seemingly asleep, went to
answer the telephone.

"Good morning, sir. Sorry to bother you at this early
hour, sir but the Commander has asked if you could
come in as soon as possible. He needs to see you
urgently. Sorry, sir."

"Don't worry about it Constable Smith", Martin
replied, once again showing his uncanny ability to
recognise even the most junior of his officers by name
after only a brief period of meeting them, " tell the
Commander that I will be there in less than an hour,
probably 45 minutes."

"Yes, sir and sorry again sir."

Martin walked back to the bedroom and then on into the
shower. By the time he had emerged from the shower,
Tom was stirring so Martin gave him a kiss on the
cheek before continuing to the kitchen and preparing
coffee. Martin prepared enough coffee for two and
poured the hot liquid into the cups and went back into
the bedroom. Tom was up and had been in the shower and
he stood at the entrance to the en suite bathroom with
a small towel wrapped around his waist and dripping
water on the carpet. Martin made no comment but put
the coffee down on the bedside table and went over to
his lover. Tom and Martin kissed deeply and Martin's
tongue invaded Tom's willing mouth and both could feel
the effect on their groin, Martin would like to have
had another lovemaking session but the need to get to
work prevented him from taking this idea further, so
reluctantly he disengaged. Tom grinned and asked in
his pseudo northern accent,

"Trouble at t'mill?"

"'Fraid, so! The Commander wants me urgently. I'd love
to stay and fuck you silly but duty calls!!"

"Plenty of time for that when you get back tonight",
replied Tom allowing his towel to slip provocatively
off his hips.

Martin drank his coffee as they talked and when he had
finished he again kissed Tom warmly and then left for
the underground station.

At that time in the morning the journey to central
London was quick and easy. The trains were full but
not overcrowded and it was usually possible to sit
down and, if he had bought one, read a paper. So, true
to his word in less than an hour Martin was at
Scotland Yard and making his way up to see the
Commander.

"Ah, Martin, come in. Thanks for coming in so early
but there's a job come up and I think you are ideally
placed to handle it."

"I'll do my best, sir", Martin replied.

"I know you will. First can I say I haven't chosen you
just because you're gay but I think it will help; I've
chosen you because I think you are the best officer to
undertake this task. Do you recall the case in
Manchester a couple of weeks ago - a young man found
murdered and naked in some woods; he'd been
asphyxiated and then the killer had removed his
genitals?"

"Yes, sir I remember the case. Police in Manchester
did not get very far. He'd been to a disco in a gay
pub and then he turned up dead. Not much to go on and
people not very cooperative."

"Right, Martin. Well, they found another person
murdered using exactly the same method, only this time
in Leeds. It looks as though we've got a serial killer
on the loose and he needs to be caught. I've cleared
it with Manchester and Leeds. I want you to coordinate
the investigation. The details from Manchester had
been faxed down and I have them here. When you've read
the file, I want you to go to Manchester and then to
Leeds. Hopefully you'll be able to sort the mess out
in a few days."

"I'll try my best, sir", replied Martin, although he
knew from previous experience that crimes like this
were never easy to solve and always took weeks or
months not days.

The Commander handed the folder to Martin, wished him
good luck and then Martin returned to his office to
read the details of the first murder. A constable
brought a cup of coffee into his office and once
settled Martin opened the folder. Martin had gained a
good reputation over the years both inside the police
force and outside. He had appeared on a number of
television programmes and had spoken out for a better
relationship between the force and the gay community.
Martin's own team was made up of both gay and straight
officers and all of them got on well and supported
each other effectively. In London at least the team
had gained the confidence of the gay community and
Martin was highly thought of. Given the fact that the
murder in Manchester appeared to have been a
gay-related crime, when Scotland Yard had been
contacted, Martin was the obvious choice to act as the
coordinator.

Martin sipped his tea and opened the file. The report
was a summary of the witness statements and other
evidence gathered to date by the investigating
officers in Manchester. The murder victim was a
20-year old student, David Brown. He was a bright and
articulate student. He was active in the local
university gay scene and was popular with his fellow
students and staff. David had made no secret of his
sexuality and had come out to his parents, brother and
sister before he went up to university. They had
accepted that this was his nature and had merely
offered the usual sound advice about being careful and
not doing anything foolish. Now in his second year -
having spent a gap year travelling and doing voluntary
work in Africa - David lived in a student house. The
four other occupants of the house were Julie and Phil
who occupied the largest study/bedroom, another guy
called Simon and a gay girl called, Mary. The five got
on well together and, on the night in question, David
had persuaded Mary, who was celebrating her birthday,
that the five of them should not go to the nearest pub
for a night of drinking. Instead he offered to drive
them to another pub, which all of them knew, was also
a renowned haunt of gay people. David added that on
that night there would be a disco. The pub was not all
that far from the house and David could always leave
the car behind if he got drunk and walk or take a taxi
back with the others to their home.

David led the way to the pub in high spirits and, as
usual, bought the first round. He tried unsuccessfully
to persuade the others to go upstairs to the disco.
Julie suggested that if he was that keen he should go
upstairs himself and leave them to get drunk and
celebrate Mary's birthday in typical student fashion.
Julie also said that they would be fine looking after
themselves and he was not to worry if he 'scored' as
they could easily get a cab home. David had said he
would probably go upstairs to the disco in a short
while as it was still early. The others assumed that
he had said this in the hope that they would change
their minds and go with him. Once it was clear that
they were not going to change their minds, David had
said he would go anyway and had left them. He had
waived to them as he went off. The last time any of
the four of them had seen David alive was as he went
off to the disco. The four had continued to drink for
a while and then had decided to call a taxi and go
home. Before they left, Simon had suggested that they
leave a message for David saying they had gone and
that he should pop into the disco to see if David
wanted to come home with them. The others had agreed
and Simon had gone to look for David. The disco was
packed and the lights low. Simon looked in briefly but
there was no sign of David so he returned to the
others. None of the four noticed whether David's car
was still in the car park. However, police found it
still there in the morning.

The next morning the house began to stir and the four
students emerged into the kitchen. As usual, Julie who
was a politics student put on the television for the
news. It was at this point that she heard a disturbing
report on the local news about a naked body being
found in woods close to where they lived. A shiver ran
through her body as she realised that, quite
unusually, David was not in the kitchen cooking his
'greasy spoon' breakfast. A quick check showed that
his room was not occupied and his bed not slept in.
This set further alarm bells ringing as David always
came home, regardless of where he had been the night
before or how late he had stayed. Julie told the
others that she had an awful feeling about what she
had just heard on the television. The others said she
was exaggerating and persuaded her not to do anything
about it. However, by mid morning there was still no
sign of David and Julie called the police. Based on
her description and other information she gave, the
police called round almost immediately. It was later
that day that police confirmed that the body found was
that of David Brown.

The students were interviewed but were quickly
eliminated from the list of suspects firstly because
their stories were consistent and secondly because the
evidence of the cab ride was confirmed by the taxi
company. Unless one drunken student had left the house
after he or she returned, they could not have been
involved. A fact confirmed when the pathologists
established the time of death. In any case the killer
had to have been sober to do what he did.

David's body had been discovered by a man and woman
talking their dog for a walk prior to going to work.
It was lying in some bushes and was close to the main
road but obscured from it by some tress and a lay-by.

The pathology report confirmed that David had not been
drunk. There was alcohol in the blood but he was well
below the legal limit to drive, consistent with maybe
a pint of beer having been consumed. David had been
asphyxiated, probably as a result of a plastic bag
being placed over his head and held firmly in place.
The body had been taken to the place where it had been
found after death, the clothes removed and then, in a
final horrific gesture, the killer had removed his
genitals with a sharp knife. There was no sign of the
clothes or any of David's possession near the scene of
the crime and no evidence was found in the lay-by.

Local police had interviewed the students and some of
David's other friends along with people known to have
been present at the pub and disco. None of those at
the disco recalled seeing David there but all pointed
out that it was very crowded and the room was quite
dark. The search for clothes and other evidence, along
with a broadcast appeal on local radio and television
had led to nothing further being found. No one came
forward to report suspicious behaviour or blood
stained clothing. The trail had gone cold.

>From all he read Martin was able to agree with the
tentative conclusion of the investigators to date. The
balance of probability was that David met his killer
at the pub disco and had gone off with the person,
probably by car. Although the distance from the pub to
where the body was found was not a great one, it
seemed certain that they had travelled there by car.
David would have been killed in the car and his body
carried to the spot where it was found and mutilated
there. The spot was a potential cruising ground and
ideal for casual sex, so the presence of a car would
not arouse much suspicion. The trees would have given
the killer cover and when he had finished he could
easily carry the clothes with him and destroy them,
dispose of the knife and throw away the plastic bag.
The other thing that struck Martin was that this was
no ordinary killing nor had it been a sex game that
had gone sadly wrong, the nature of the mutilation
suggested venom and intense hatred in the mind of the
killer. A further question stemmed from this last
conclusion: was the hatred directed specifically at
David or was it more generally at gay people?

The news from Leeds seemed to suggest that it was the
latter explanation and, given the recent nature of
this occurrence, Martin decided he needed to get up to
Leeds as soon as possible. He cleared this with the
Commander and they agreed that he should call in at
Manchester before going to Leeds and establish contact
with the team there. Police in both cities had agreed
to second members of the force to join in a
coordinated investigation of the two murders.

Not long after he had cleared everything with his
superiors, Martin, along with one of his most trusted
officers, was being driven northwards to Manchester.
On the way, Martin phoned Tom and broke the news that
he would be away for a few days.

"I'm on my way to Leeds via Manchester. Looks as
though we may have a serial killer of gays on our
hands. I've landed the task of bringing him to book."

"Or her, Martin", replied Tom.

"Yes, Tom, or her. I should be home at the weekend at
the latest. Bye."

They learned little of value in Manchester but Martin
met the investigating officers and then discussed
which ones he could have join his team with the local
police chiefs. Having selected the ones he thought
most useful for the investigation, Martin then drove
across the Pennines to Leeds. A pleasant enough drive
if it had not been for the rather unpleasant purpose
of his journey.

On his arrival in Leeds, Martin was taken straight to
the place where the murder victim had been found. The
area was already being searched by police officers and
a tented area covered the actual scene of the crime.
Martin was led to the scene by a police constable and
introduced to the officer in charge. The chief
inspector, Geoff Evans, asked grimly if Martin wished
to see the body and Martin nodded. He was a bit
squeamish but this was part of the job so he steeled
himself for what he was about to see. Passing inside
the tented area, Martin saw and dark haired man,
completely naked and obvious dead, but seemingly
unscathed except for the groin area from which the
killer had skilfully removed the victim's genitals. To
his surprise Martin found the scene even more
distasteful than he had imagined it would be and was
more than happy to withdraw and allow the body to be
removed. On enquiry, Martin discovered that the victim
had not yet been identified. This was, of course, the
number one priority and extensive efforts were being
made to resolve the matter. Hopeful leads had been
forthcoming and each was being followed up.

Martin felt that he could not usefully do more at the
scene except have a good look round to see what other
similarities there were with the first murder.
Everyone had made the assumption that it was linked to
the death in Manchester and the method of killing and
post mortem mutilation in both cases was the same.
However, it could be just a copycat killing or a
killing made to put the investigators on the wrong
trail. Martin walked over to the area nearest the road
and was immediately struck by how similar this second
site was to the first. There was a major road not far
away and a lay-by, protected on each side by trees and
shrubs. Certainly, it was looking increasingly likely
that this was the work of the same killer. Not only a
killer that had struck again but also one that was
able to move around from place to place. This would
complicate the investigation. However, as the identity
of the victim was not yet known and neither was his
sexual orientation, it was not possible to reach a
firm conclusion. Of course it was also possible that
the murderer was not a gay killer at all but had some
other motive for selecting and mutilating the victims.

Martin checked into a hotel in Leeds centre. A
reasonable hotel belonging to a national chain and
settled in for the evening. The food in the restaurant
was good and the waiter had been very attentive.
Tempting though a diversion might have been Martin
never liked to 'play away from home' without first
clearing it with Tom and Tom always behaved the same
way. As he lay in his bed thinking about the sort of
fun he, Tom and the waiter might have had together,
the ringing of his phone disturbed Martin. The voice
on the other end of the telephone was a police
constable,

"We've got an id on the body, sir."

"OK, constable. I'll be right over."

Martin was soon at police headquarters and was being
briefed by the senior officers working on the case.
The identity of the man was now known: his name was
Chris Jarvis, aged 29. The victim had worked in a
local hospital and was on shift work. According to his
parents, Chris had left the house for work at the
usual time the previous evening. He had driven to work
in his car. He had not been reported missing because
he had been on night shift and he often stayed on for
a while after his shift finished and ate breakfast in
the hospital staff canteen. The reason for this was he
preferred to return home after the rest of the
household had gone to work so that he could get to
sleep quickly. On some other days he would go round to
see his girlfriend - to whom he was recently engaged -
and would spend some time with her. When Chris' mother
returned from work she was surprised that there was no
sign of her son but assumed that he was with his
girlfriend. It was only when Chris' girlfriend, Mandy,
had called at his home and asked to see him that the
alarm was raised. Neither of the two women nor the
rest of the family had heard the local news or knew
about the body that had been found. The first they
knew that something terrible had happened was when a
policeman had asked them for a photograph of Chris.
The constable had taken one look at the photograph and
had asked that the two women come with him as a body
had been found. At the mortuary where Chris had
worked, his mother identified his remains. Police were
still waiting to conduct a full interview with the
family and with work colleagues.

The details of the case so far were troubling to
Martin Roberts. The evidence suggested that the same
killer had struck both times but the account of the
life style of the second victim suggested that this
was a random killing and not, as he had suspected, a
killer of gays. His thoughts turned back to the
question of whether this was in fact a copycat
killing. He was no further forward and was about to
return to his hotel in a rather despondent mood when a
constable arrived to make a startling report,

"Sir, I've just come back from the hospital, sir and
they say that Chris Jarvis was not at work yesterday
evening, it was his day off, sir!"

"Thank you, constable", Martin said, "That's very
useful information. So if he wasn't at work, where was
he and what was he doing?"

A few minutes later Martin had briefed the members of
the Leeds team of investigators and, armed with a
recent photograph of Chris, they went out into the
city. Martin's mood had changed. He hoped to find
evidence that Chris Jarvis had been visiting a gay pub
or club the night before, at least that would settle
the first issue of whether he was a victim of the
Manchester killer. It took a little time but gradually
reports from the investigation began to filter in,
there was no doubt about it that Chris Jarvis made
regular if infrequent, visits to a number of gay clubs
and pubs in the area. He was recognised by bar staff
who said that they never saw him arrive or leave with
anyone. Checking back it was clear that the likeliest
dates for his visits were on weeks when he was on
night shift and especially on his day off. As yet,
however, there was no news of any sightings for the
previous night. The investigation was now looking at a
serial killer and this was confirmed by the pathology
report. Chris Jarvis had been asphyxiated in the same
manner as David Brown and his genitals removed with a
knife in exactly the same way as David. There could be
almost no doubt that the killer of Chris Jarvis and
David Brown was the same person. Martin decided to get
his team together.

"OK', Martin began. "Here's what we got so far. Chris
Jarvis, despite his engagement to Mandy, goes from
time to time to gay venues. I would suggest he is one
of those guys who would like to be straight but also
likes a bit of gay sex as well. In all probability he
would meet someone at the venue and have a quick wank
or suck in the toilets and then leave. He could have
met someone regularly; we need to find out. We also
need to find out where he was last night as a matter
of urgency. He probably met his killer there and maybe
he was lured away from the club by some offer he could
not refuse. He went with this mystery person and, at
some point on the way he was murdered and then his
body was driven to the place where he was found.
That's my initial take on this. Anyone else want to
comment?"

One member of the team spoke up,

"Well Sir, what about the girlfriend? If she found out
what he was up to she might have decided on revenge."

"Good point, but two factors against that. Mandy has
an alibi for last night - she was out with friends
until the early hours at a hen party, plenty of
witnesses saw her. Second, even if she had been sober,
which she wasn't, she does not drive. But it's a point
we have to clarify and thanks for that. Now I want you
all to start working we need to find out where Chris
Jarvis was last night. Let's get to it."

The investigators filed out and began to visit every
potential meeting place in a systematic way. It was
not until some hours later that the precise location
of where Chris Jarvis had spent has last hours on
earth was discovered. It was a small, discrete pub not
far from the city centre. It had two bars and a
backroom that was used for live music and discos.
Although the manager of the pub did not recall seeing
the victim one of the bar staff did. He had arrived
about ten o'clock and had bought a drink. He had sat
in a corner, alone, for some time. He drank his drink
up but did not buy another and, when the barman next
looked, he had gone. The witness could not say if the
victim had left the pub or gone elsewhere, all he knew
was that about 1130, Chris Jarvis was not sitting in
the bar. Further enquiries revealed that there was
some form of dance music in the back room of the pub.

This piece of information interested Martin because it
was also similar to the pub in Manchester where the
first murder had taken place and there had been a
disco going on. Martin asked the officers to make
further enquiries and also arranged to go to the pub
himself. News that Superintendent Martin Roberts of
the Met was visiting the pub in connection with the
death of Chris Jarvis seemed to have a galvanising
effect on both the investigating officers and the pub
staff. Martin himself was not entirely unaware of this
effect and was pleased by it. He talked informally to
several staff at the pub and gleaned a small amount of
extra information. On a night one several weeks
earlier a member of staff had observed Chris Jarvis go
into the toilet area, shortly followed by another man.
The two men had emerged some time later and the barman
concluded that they had had sex in one of the
cubicles. Not longer after they emerged back into the
main bar both men had left the pub, separately and
using different doors. The witness had not seen the
second man again although he had seen Chris Jarvis on
several other occasions. The barman had not been on
duty the previous night and so could not add much to
the detail about the victim's last hours, but he did
add that he had, in the past, seen Chris Jarvis go
through to listen to the music in the backroom.

Mulling over the information he had gathered, Martin
felt that it would be worth investigating in more
detail what exactly was going on in the backroom: was
it live music or was it a disco? If it was a disco
this might provide a further link to the Manchester
killing. Martin called the pub manager and discovered
that the previous night there had been both a live
band and a disco. The disco DJ had been supplied
through a booking agency and he was unable to supply a
name. However if the police contacted the agency then
he was certain they would supply a name. This was a
line of enquiry that Martin decided might be worth
pursuing if only because it seemed to be one of the
few leads not yet followed up. Martin also decided
that it would be worthwhile having a general meeting
for the two teams he was now coordinating. This would
ensure that he was able to keep control of the
direction that the enquiry would go in. In his own
mind, Martin made the few deductions that he could
based on the little evidence he possessed. He was now
convinced that the same murderer had killed the two
men. They had both been to a gay pub where there was
music; both had died in the same manner and been
mutilated after death in similar fashion. Several
questions needed to be answered. Among the most
pressing was whether the DJ at both discos was the
same person. If so he or she might be at worst a
material witness and at best a key suspect. In
addition Martin wanted to know what sorts of other
people went to such events and how many of them would
cross the Pennines to do so? Could such people be
easily found or identified, interviewed and eliminated
or treated as suspects? Martin knew that his officers
would use their best endeavours to find the answers to
these questions but equally he was aware that the
answer to the second question would be like looking
for a needle in a haystack. None of the men chosen had
given any indication of slowing down because of the
nature of the victims but Martin knew that he and they
were clutching at straws.

Thoroughly depressed by the lack of any clear leads
and even more by the lack of any evidence, Martin
returned to his hotel. He was hungry and realised he
had been out most of the day without food. He was glad
to note that the restaurant was still open but
disappointed that the waiter from the night before was
not on duty. He ate his food quickly and retired to
his room. Martin lay on the bed half clothed and
decided to call Tom. He dialled the number and he was
immediately cheered by the sound of Tom's voice.
Martin rehearsed what had happened and waited for a
reaction from Tom.

"Sounds like you're going to have to wait until he
either strikes again and leaves some evidence or he
makes a silly mistake." Tom responded, stating as
clearly as he could what Martin already knew.

"Yes that's just it. We have absolutely nothing to go
on, except this DJ link but even that is pretty thin.
How has your week gone, been slaying the bad guys?"

"Much as usual, thanks and yes I did manage a minor
triumph over state bureaucracy. Wish you were here we
could have celebrated in style."

"Me too. I don't feel much like celebrating but I am
always more than willing to play my part in your
celebrations."

"Don't go on, Martin, or you'll get me really horny
and this conversation will turn dirty. I'm tired and
I'd rather do this in person. Can you be home Friday?"

I expect so, Tom. Unless something sensational breaks
up here in the meantime."

"OK, my love. Let's save ourselves 'til then. Good
night and dream of me but save your ball juice for
later."

"OK. You do the same. Love you." Martin said quietly
as he replaced the telephone onto the cradle.

The next morning Martin met with the local teams from
Leeds and Manchester and then spoke to the Commander
in London. It was agreed that the next step would be
to contact the booking agency and interview the DJ or
DJs concerned with the discos. As the agency was in
London, Martin was more than happy to undertake the
work himself leaving the northern based officers to
carry on looking for clues. Less than an hour later
Martin was driving south to London. From his car he
called and made an appointment to see the agency the
following day. Before going home, Martin called in at
Scotland Yard and spoke directly to the Commander.

Tom was delighted to see hear that Martin was
returning earlier than expected and was already home
by the time Martin arrived. Martin let himself into
the flat and was greeted by the sight of Tom, dressed
only in a skimpy cooking pinafore, his bare buttocks
clearly on display. Tom looked round cheekily at Tom
and grinned, Martin grinned back,

"Mmm, that's a sight for sore eyes!!"

"I'm cooking, Marty baby, you shouldn't interrupt a
maestro at work!!"

Martin took no notice and slid his hand underneath the
plastic garment and began to knead the firm buttocks
of his lover. Tom groaned in delight and moved away
from the cooker and said,

"Well if it's spoilt, it'll be your fault!"

They moved swiftly to the bedroom, Martin discarding
his clothes as they went and by the time they reached
the bed both men were naked. Martin spun Tom round and
took his younger lover's uncut cock into his mouth,
rolling back the skin with his tongue and kissing the
cock head as it was uncovered. Tom allowed himself to
be sucked hard and fast by Martin not caring how short
a time it would be before he shot his load. Martin
enjoyed the feel of Tom's cock head and the brush of
his tongue on the frenum as he ran his lips up and
down the shaft. Martin played with Tom's full balls
sack and his fingers inched their way towards the
waiting hole. As he sucked Tom, Martin inserted his
fingers into Tom and could hear his lover sigh as the
effects of his mouth and fingers drew him closer to
orgasm. Tom began to call out,

"Oh yes, Marty, suck my cock, make me cum!! I've
missed you these last days, I want to show you how
much I love you!! Suck it baby, suck me hard!! Oh,
yes, just there, that's the spot. You're driving me
wild. I'm going to cum. Take it...take my load...Take
it...NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"

Tom's cock stiffened in Martin's mouth and his piss
slit widened as the creamy cum churned in his balls
and up the shaft. Martin felt Tom's spunk hit the back
of his throat and his lover continued to spurt in
waves, coating his tongue and throat with his warm
cream. Martin swallowed all that Tom had to offer and
would not let his cock out of his mouth until he had
savoured every last drop. Slowly Tom's cock deflated
and it became too sensitive to remain in Martin's
mouth so he allowed it to slip out and watched,
fascinated as ever by the sight, as Tom's foreskin
slowly rolled back to cover and protect his sensitive
glans.

Tom moved swiftly and pushed his older lover back onto
the bed and climbed on top of him. He was going to
ride Martin, a position that they both enjoyed.
Martin's prick was already wet with pre-cum and the
exposed head was shiny as Tom licked it for a few more
moments before raising himself up and lowering himself
slowly onto the hard erection. Martin felt the end of
his prick pressing against his lover's hole and then a
few moments later it was lodged firmly inside Tom. Tom
adjusted his position slightly and then pushed right
down until his buttocks were resting in Martin's lap.
Tom could feel Martin's balls pressing against his
bare skin and then he raised himself up the shaft of
his lover's dick. Martin watched as Tom worked himself
up and down the hard cock. He loved this position and
so did Tom, they could look into each other's eyes and
express their love visually and silently. Tom
increased the speed of his action on Martin's prick
and Martin sighed and smiled at the exquisite pleasure
he was receiving from his partner. Like Tom, Martin
had not had an orgasm since they parted and the pent
up desire soon took hold of him. After a short while
Martin began to thrust upwards to meet Tom's downward
movements. The look on martin's face told Tom that he
was about to cum and so he stopped his riding motion,
squeezed his muscles tightly to grip his lover's prick
firmly and waited for the inevitable conclusion.
Martin fought as long as he could to hold back but he
could not do so for long. His prick gave a mighty
shudder and then cum began to stream from his piss
slit and splatter Tom's insides. Tom loved to feel the
throb of Martin's prick as it shot its load deep
inside him and he smiled his appreciation before
kissing his lover on the lips. Eventually the two
lovers disentangled themselves and lay back to rest
for a short while.

Tom awoke first and returned to his cooking, Martin
stirred a little later and walked naked into the
kitchen. The pair sat naked eating the meal Tom had
cooked. Over dinner Martin told Tom about the
difficulties he was having with his case. Tom a she
had done the night before offered sympathy but not
much more. Both agreed that Martin needed a lucky and
Tom hoped, for Martin's sake, that it would come soon.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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