Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2008 17:05:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin's First Case Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER:

This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the second chapter. I
hope you feel it is worth the wait. Please not that 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.
Chapter 2


The Police Service that Martin Roberts joined was changing, but only slowly.
Some of the old conservative values remained entrenched, despite the
obvious need for the Police Force to modernise. Although encouragement
was given to graduates to join the Police with the promise of rapid
promotion, this was a cause of resentment among some of the 'old hands'
that had worked their way up from the bottom and pounded the Beat for
years before gaining their due recognition. In addition, there were those
that resisted the idea that the Police Force should better reflect society by
recruiting more women and black officers, as well as gays and lesbians to its
ranks. In a discussion in the first weeks of his training, Martin had caused a
stir when he asserted his position as clearly as he could,

"There have always been gays and lesbians in the Police Service, but people
of my generation now refuse to hide our sexuality and pretend to be
different from what we are. Public attitudes as well as the law are
changing; homosexual acts are no longer a crime and people like me and, I
suspect, several others in this room no longer need to live in fear of
exposure or ridicule. Nor should we fear discrimination on the grounds of
who we are. By all means promote us or not on our ability or our
performance, but never do it just to meet a quota or to satisfy some
misplaced belief that people such as us have no right to be here."

A few of the cadets present had nodded in agreement with the sentiments
he had expressed, but Martin also noted that his words had not been
greeted with enthusiasm in all quarters.

"That was a very brave speech, Cadet Roberts," the gruff voice of the Head
of the Police Training College interrupted Martin's warm glow, but then he
added with a slight sneer, "Did you learn that at Oxford or on this Master's
course in Criminology that you are studying at the London School of
Economics?"

Martin was aware that the Commandant, John Smithson, held a very low
view of academically gifted recruits to the Police Force and an even lower
view of the LSE. What the young cadet was not aware of was that the
Commandant had voiced strong objection to Martin being allowed to follow
the part-time degree programme on the grounds that it would set a
dangerous precedent. However, more senior members of the Metropolitan
Police hierarchy had decided otherwise, and Martin had been allowed to
pursue his proposed course of study. After a few moments pause, Martin
responded to the John Smithson's comment,

"No, sir, I've always held this view for as long as I can remember. It is my
clear belief that, unless we reach out and embrace all sections of society,
the Police will become alienated from a large number of people that it is
pledged to serve and protect. If we allow that to happen, I believe that it
will be a fateful and fatal error of judgment."

The Commandant smiled grimly, but his response seemed harder than his
expression indicated,

"Not everyone would agree with you or your analysis, as I am sure you will
find out when you take up your first posting."

The Commandant walked away, already considering what would be the most
effective way of teaching Martin a lesson. John Smithson had an inkling of
where he would send Cadet Roberts and the posting would be more than a
little uncomfortable for the young officer. As soon as the Commandant got
back to his office, he checked in his personal telephone directory and found
the name he needed. After he dialled the number and his call had been
answered, Commandant Smithson said,

"Hello, is that Superintendent Alan Buxton?"

Receiving an affirmative answer, the Police College Commandant continued,

"Alan, it's John Smithson here, good to speak to you again. I understand
that you are looking for a young officer for a vacancy in your CID
department. Although I think he would benefit from a spell on the Beat
before he is allowed to join the plain-clothes branch, so, if you are prepared
to wait, I've got a graduate entrant, who, I think, is just what you are
looking for. Let me tell you about him."

Unaware that he was being set up to join one of the least progressive Police
Stations in the whole of the Metropolitan Police Force area, Martin had left
the Police College after the discussion meeting in order to attend the an
evening session of his Masters course. The seminar had gone well and the
discussion of the topic had provided some lively debate in which Martin, as
usual, had played a leading part. The class had come to an end just after
nine-thirty and, as was the custom, some of the students went for a drink
afterwards in the  bar, while others went straight home.

The College bar was located down some stairs in a largish basement area
and, when he and several other fellow-students entered, to Martin's
surprise it was all but deserted. The students were served quickly and
moved to a quiet corner where they continued to discuss some of the issues
raised in the earlier seminar. Gradually the number of students dwindled
until Martin, who had recently invested some of his inheritance in a small
two bedroom flat within easy walking distance, was left on his own. As he
was trying to decide whether to have a final drink before returning home, a
voice from nearby said,

"That's the problem with young people today, isn't it? No stamina!"

Martin looked across to where the voice with a strong North American
accent was coming from and replied,

"Well most of them do have longish journeys before they get back home,
whereas I only live just around the corner. By the way, my name is Martin
Roberts."

"Pleased to meet you, Martin, I'm Brad Pinkney and, as I'm sure you've
guessed, I'm an American from New York State," came the leisurely
response.

Martin took in the details of the good-looking man, whom he guessed was
several years older than he was. The American was slim, dark and had
clearly defined features in his face with the most important element being
his piercing blue eyes. Martin took the proffered hand and shook it and, as
he did so, said,

"Good to meet you, Brad. Can I buy you a drink? Then perhaps you will tell
me what are you doing at the LSE?"

Brad grinned and said,

"Sure. I'm getting used to your warm English beer, so I'll take a pint of
bitter if I may. As to what I'm doing here, well, I have a research grant to
work on some historical papers here in London and offered my services as a
part-time teacher at the LSE and they took me on. Are you a grad student?"

Martin walked over to the bar, bought the drinks and then, after he had
returned, out them on the table and sat down next to Brad and replied to
the American's question,

"I'm sort of a grad student. I'm doing a part-time Masters degree in
Criminology in the evening and training to join the Metropolitan Police
during the day."

"That sounds both interesting and tough," Brad replied, looking impressed.

Martin yawned slightly and said,

"Yes, it is, some days can be long and hard. Where in London are you
staying?"

"I have a flat in Bloomsbury, near the British Museum," Brad replied.

"Not far from me," Martin replied, "I'm in Soho."

"A Policeman in Soho, the sleazy heart of London! Whatever next!" Brad
said laughing.

Martin laughed as well and then replied,

"It certainly makes for an interesting walk home at night and again in the
morning when I leave to go to the Police College," the younger man replied
in a similar jocular manner.

"I bet it does!!" the American responded. "Perhaps you'll show me round?"

"Anytime you want me to, I'll give you the grand tour!" Martin said.

After that initial meeting, Brad and Martin kept bumping into each other
and it was not long before they made a firm date for Martin to show Brad
around Soho and other local points of interest. On that tour it became clear
to Martin that his American companion was interested in many of the things
he was and the Englishman began to wonder if Brad was gay. It did not take
long for him to find out. At the end of the tour, Brad offered to take Martin
to dinner and the pair ended up in an inexpensive, but good, restaurant in a
quiet back street in the middle of Soho. At the end of the meal, the older
American said,

"Do you want coffee here or would you prefer to come back to my place for
a night cap?"

Martin said that he would prefer to go back to Brad's flat and so that night a
brief, but satisfying, relationship began between the two men. The
relationship did not last long, as Brad had to return to the United States at
the end of the term, but both men remained in contact and continued a
warm, if somewhat long distance, friendship.

After his relationship with Brad ended, Martin resigned himself to the fact
that, as had happened to date, his emotional life would most likely consist
of a series of similar short-term relationships. To offset his disappointment,
Martin immersed himself in the work for his postgraduate qualification and
in his police training. The young man was already regarded by his fellow
students at the LSE as being something of a high flyer and many, but not all,
of them sought him out for advice and help. Martin had calculated cleverly
that while he was at Police College he could probably manage to do most of
the intensive course simultaneously, leaving only his dissertation for his
second year. It would be far more difficult to study and work once he was
pounding the Beat, something he expected would happen once he was
assigned to full police duties.

Among his fellow police recruits, Martin also enjoyed considerable esteem
for his intelligence and character. Although this assessment was not shared
by everyone at the Police College, even those that sought to disparage him
could not deny that Martin was the outstanding cadet of his year and could
not deny him the honour of being the top graduate of his cohort of cadets.
Martin, however, realised that his success at the College would not
guarantee him an easy passage into the CID and he accepted the fact that
he would not bypass a stint as a uniformed officer, nor, if truth was told,
did he particularly want to.

It was not all work for Martin and he did find time to see Rob and his long-term girlfriend in London over the months and take the opportunity to catch
up with his friend's family news. As previously, Martin had spent Christmas
with Rob's family on the farm, although the visit was slightly disappointing
as Dom was far away in Canada and unable to be present. Rob was now
working in the British Foreign Office but had high hopes of a posting
overseas, so Martin felt a double blow at the thought that, despite the fact
that Mrs Cotton had gone out of her way to emphasise how much they
viewed him as part of the family, by the following Christmas he would
probably not be able to visit the family again, not least because by then he
would be a full time Police Officer.

As expected, Martin also received an invitation to spend the Easter weekend
with Rob and his family and, because the two of them could not coordinate
their plans, he travelled by train to spend the holiday at his friend's
parents' farm. Rob had been particularly anxious for Martin to be there and,
after he had been picked up at the station, the reason for this became
apparent to Martin. Rob sounded excited as he launched into his speech,

"I've got several items of news for you! First, I have just received my first
posting. I'm off to the High Commission in Kenya before the end of the year,
probably in September. Second, I've asked Anna to marry me and she has
said that she will. We plan to get hitched early in July. And thirdly, linked
to that I want you to be my Best Man."

Martin grinned at his friend and said warmly and sincerely,

"Congratulation on the first two bits of news, but are you sure you want me
as Best Man? What about Dom, wouldn't your brother be a better choice?
Also we'll need to coordinate our timetable, I'm due to finish at the Police
College in early July, but hopefully I'll get a bit of a break before I take up
my duties as an ordinary plod."

Rob explained that it was unlikely that Dom would be able to return at short
notice from Canada or be able to organise the stag night and wedding and
that in any case that option of asking Dom had not even entered his head in
the choice of Best Man. On the other problem, Rob agreed with Martin that
they would need to coordinate everything but did not believe it would be a
problem and was again most insistent that no one else had even entered his
mind as a Best Man. By the time they reached the farm, Martin had agreed
and he was on hand when Rob told his parents of his plans and, a few
minutes later, Anna, herself, arrived and joined in the celebrations.

Back at College, Martin investigated the possibilities for Rob's stag night and
quickly narrowed the choice down to about three viable options. After
running the shortlist past Anna's brother, David, agreement was soon
reached as to the most suitable venue and arrangements. This part of the
formalities and rituals went off smoothly with Rob suffering the usual
amount of humiliation and drunkenness and all the attendees enjoying
themselves immensely. Everyone agreed that holding the event some weeks
before the actual wedding day gave maximum scope for recuperation.

After all interested parties had been consulted, the wedding date was fixed
for the Saturday after Martin's final graduation parade at the Police College
on the previous Thursday. Rob's parents had expressed a wish to be present
at the graduation parade and, partially in response to their kindness over
the years and also in gratitude for all the family had meant to him, Martin
arranged a private dinner for them, Rob, Anna and himself at a large London
hotel and paid for all of them to stay over until the following day when they
would all return to Anna's home village for the wedding.

Everything was going smoothly until a few days before the wedding when
Martin was summoned to the Commandant's office. After a tentative knock,
the door was opened and John Smithson ushered the cadet into the room.
Indicating that Martin should sit down, the Commandant started to speak,

"Roberts, you and I have had our differences but I cannot deny that you
have been the outstanding cadet in your year and that we shall be awarding
you the honour of leading the parade. I also wanted to tell you that I have
personally organised for you to join a London Police Station, which is under
the command of a friend of mine, Superintendent Alan Buxton. He knows, as
I do, of your desire to join the CID and he has agreed that you should be
allowed to do so. However, he also believes that, before you do so, you
must do some uniformed beat work, if I may call it that. He will hold the
vacancy in CID for you for a specified period of time and then you will
transfer into the plainclothes division. He will expect you to start work at an
early date. He suggests the start of next week, Monday at the latest. I hope
you agree with me that he is being very generous."

Martin did agree and wondered why the Commandant was being so
considerate and apparently reasonable. However, as he could not figure out
what the catch was, the young cadet replied,

"Thank you, sir. It is indeed most generous. I am grateful to you for giving
me the honour of leading the parade and of making the arrangement for my
posting. I will look forward to reporting for duty at the station on Monday
morning."

A sly smile crossed the Commandant's lips as he rose and shook hands with
Martin to indicate that the interview was at an end. As the cadet turned to
leave, John Smithson called out,

"Superintendent Buxton is a stickler for timekeeping. You are to be there at
7 a.m. sharp. Good luck, Roberts."

Martin had disappeared from the room without looking back. Had he have
done so would have revealed an evil smirk of triumph on the Commandant's
face.

Unaware of what lay in store and unable to figure out what had led the
Commandant to go out on a limb for him, Martin turned his attention to the
remainder of his busy week. The final parade and presentation went very
well and all the cadets were wished every success in their careers and had
the chance to discuss postings and prospects before they each went off to
join their families. Martin found that Rob and his parents were as pleased
for him and his success as they would have been had he been one of their
own children and he was equally warm in his feelings for them.

Martin had arranged for himself, Anna, Rob and Rob's parents to be taken to
their dinner engagement in style and so he had ordered a stretch limo,
which was on hand to drive them to the chosen venue. The small party was
ushered through the main restaurant and into the small private dining room
that Martin had reserved. A waiter took orders for drinks and the small
group began chatting quietly. Some moments later, the door burst open and
to Martin's amazement and delight, in the doorway stood Dominic, who
exclaimed,"I hear there's a celebration going on tonight and a wedding on Saturday. I
just had to make sure I didn't miss either of these great events!!"

Everyone rushed forward to welcome and embrace Dom, who returned each
of the affectionate greetings by giving everyone a bear hug. It was not until
the youngster had greeted everyone and warm words of welcome had been
exchanged that Martin looked round and realised that the dinner table was
set for six people. Noting the broad grin on Rob's face knew who had been
responsible for this wonderful and most welcome surprise. Equally shocked
were Rob's parents who had been convinced that their younger son would
not make it home for the wedding. When she recovered from the shock, Mrs
Cotton began fussing about the hotel arrangements but again Rob stepped in
to calm matters down,

"Don't worry, mum, all the rooms have at least two beds in them. You and
dad in one room, Anna and me in another and Dom can share with Martin. It
won't be the first time they've done that, will it?"

As he turned away Rob winked conspiratorially at his best friend and rather
more discreetly at his younger brother.

Over the meal all the diners joined in the animated conversation and
discovered that Dom's really was a truly flying visit, as he was returning to
Canada on the day after the wedding. If this had been disappointing news
for Martin, the youngster's next piece of news was even more devastating.
Dom announced that the reason for his swift return was due to the fact that
he had agreed a contract with a company in Canada and would start working
for it the day after his arrival back on the other side of the Atlantic. The
deal was a good one as his new employer was providing Dom with an
apartment and would pay for him to study for a degree in business
management part-time. Until he heard the news, Martin had been hoping
that his young lover had decided to return to England and that they would
resume their relationship once again. Dom's words had shattered that
illusion and the older man realised that it would never be. Noticing that his
friend was greatly distressed by what his younger brother had said, Rob
tried to lighten the mood by commenting that with him and Anna in Africa
and Dom in Canada, nobody in the room would ever be short of a holiday
destination. Martin smiled and agreed, as did the other diners, but inside he
felt distraught.

After the meal was over, Martin paid the bill and he and the rest of the
party walked the short distance from the restaurant back to the hotel.
Somewhat to the host's relief the rooms in the hotel were scattered over
three floors and so, after they had collected their keys, the group sat
around in the bar chatting and drinking a nightcap. After everyone had
agreed what time they should all meet for breakfast the following morning,
the various couples went their separate ways.

Once inside their room, realising that this would be one of the last times
they would be able to see each other as lovers, Martin and Dom could hardly
wait to get naked. Of the two Dom was the swifter and he was quickly on his
knees cupping his partner's balls and licking his tongue sensuously along the
hardening shaft of Martin's cock towards its mushroom head. When they
were both naked, the couple moved towards the nearest bed and lay in the
'69' position enjoying the taste and feel of the other's dick and moaning
with pleasure each time it slid between their lips.

Martin began to explore his friend's hole with his finger, earning himself
further moans of pleasure from Dom. Momentarily letting his partner's prick
fall from his lips, Dom looked at Martin and whispered,

"I'd forgotten how good it was with you!! I want you inside me, fucking my
tight hole!! Fuck me, Marty!!!"

Martin responded by continuing to probe and lubricate the younger man's
hole and then replied,

"The same for me, Dom!! I love the feel and taste of your dick and I can't
wait to feel myself sliding in and out of your love channel!! It's been a long
time since I've felt this good!!"

Relative silence returned to the room as the couple continued their
foreplay. It was not long before they each recognised that the time had
arrived for Martin to roll Dom onto his back and enter him. As the rampant
prick moved slowly past the puckered entrance to the younger man's hole,
Martin heard Dom sigh with pleasure and gently pushed deeper inside his
partner. Once he was fully lodged inside the warm and welcoming recess,
Martin paused before slowly drawing back in anticipation of beginning the
rhythmical motion of fucking with more and more enthusiasm and speed.
After several thrusts in and out, Martin suggested that they change position
and Dom was more than happy to comply. The young man positioned himself
above Martin, who was now lying flat on his back waiting for his young lover
to sit on the rampant prick and ride his lover. The youngster maintained this
position for some minutes before the couple decided to make another
change. Dom lay back on the bed with his legs in the air before Martin took
up his position between them. When both were ready, Dom rested his feet
on his lover's shoulder as his partner entered him. Slowly, Martin's thrust
gained added urgency as the older man felt the tell tale tingling in his balls
and moaned,

"I'm cumming!!!!"

Dom squeezed his arse muscles tightly as he felt his partner's cock swell and
throb as the ball juice squirted out and coated deep inside his love channel.
As his cock began to shrivel and slide out of the hole, Martin leaned over
and took hold of Dom's cock, which he wanked gently bringing the young
man to the point of orgasm. As soon as it was clear that Dom was about to
shoot, Martin enclosed the head of his lover's cock with his lips and felt the
warm spunk land on his tongue and roof of his mouth, before swallowing the
tasty cream.

After they had both been satisfied the young lovers lay back and dozed, but
were soon ready and willing to start all over again. Indeed, the horny couple
made love twice more before, in the early hours of the morning, they finally
had to surrender to their exhaustion.

Needless to say, Dom and Martin were the last to arrive for breakfast and
Rob, somewhat mischievously, greeted them,

"God, you two look awful! Have you been up all night talking? I know how
disturbing Dom can be when you have to share a room with him, like I did
for all those years!!"

Dom glared at his brother and Martin gave a rather weak smile before
responding,

"We did stay up a bit. I think we both just got overtired and found it hard to
sleep. But don't worry we will both be fully fit for tonight and the wedding
tomorrow."

The journey up from London to the village where Anna and Rob were to be
married was undertaken in two cars. Dom travelled with his parents, while
Martin, having acknowledged that they too needed time with their son, was
given a lift in the other car. It did not take long to arrive at the hotel where
the wedding party was staying. Rob and Martin had dropped Anna off at her
parent's home before travelling back into the village to the hotel, which
turned out to be quite small and all the rooms were cramped closely
together. Martin, Rob, Rob's three sisters and Dom each had a single room
of their own, with Rob's parents taking the only double room. Martin
recognised that it would be tricky to meet up with Dom but both of them
were determined to do so once everyone else was asleep.

After they had dumped off their bags, the principals at the wedding
gathered at the local church for the planned rehearsal, which went
smoothly. Later Rob, his family and Martin had a quiet dinner at the hotel
and followed that up with a few drinks before they all retired to prepare for
the big day that was to come.

Despite the family going to their rooms at a relatively early hour, it was past
midnight before Martin heard a gentle rap on his door, which was closely
followed by Dom's appearance by his bedside.

"We'll have to be very quiet, Mum and Dad are only a few feet away down
the corridor but I just had to spend some time with you, Martin,"

Martin, naked under the sheets, pulled back the covers to allow the younger
man to join him. Dom slipped off his dressing gown and stood for a moment
showing off his naked body before joining his lover in bed.  As soon as they
had found a comfortable position in the narrow bed, the couple exchanged a
long lingering kiss, Martin's tongue forcing its way deep inside the mouth of
his youthful partner who reciprocated with equal relish. Dom's hand sought
out Martin's rampant dick and, as he gently wanked it, he rubbed his fingers
over the soft exposed glans and teased the piss slit. Martin sighed quietly,
conscious of his partner's earlier warning and then grasped the equally hard
cock that stood out proudly from Dom's groin. After a few more moments of
mutual exploration, Martin whispered,

"69?"

At once the couple reorganised themselves so that each was now facing the
other's rock hard pole. Martin's tongue ran around Dom's circumcised glans
and teased the youngster's piss slit before sliding sensuously down the shaft
to the low hanging ball sack. Gently the older lover took first one, then the
other, testicle into his mouth and sucked and kissed them, bringing a sound
of appreciation from his pre-occupied partner. For his part, Dom had started
at Martin's balls, which he had licked and sucked for a moment, before
trailing his tongue up the sensitive underside of his partner's prick and
nibbling gently around the area of his lover's circumcision scar. Finally the
horny youngster brushed his lips against the spongy head and then
swallowed it between them and into his warm welcoming mouth. Martin felt
his shaft run along Dom's tongue and enter the waiting throat at a moment
that was simultaneously with his own swallowing of his youthful partner's
cock head. For a short while the room resounded to gentle sucking sounds as
both lovers slurped up and down on each other, each man pausing
momentarily to issue a sigh of pleasure as each offered encouragement to
the other. In normal circumstances the couple would have reached a point
where they mutually agreed that it was time to stop and for Martin to enter
Dom's all too willing hole, but tonight was different. The pair seemed to
have tacitly agreed that, as each was enjoying the taste and feel of the
other so much and because of the proximity of other members of the Cotton
family, they wanted their love making to continue in the same way until
they had filled each other's mouth and throat with their warm ball juice.

Even so, the couple did decide to change position so that Martin knelt over
his partner and guided his cock down into his younger lover's throat. Dom
licked the pre-cum smeared piss slit as it passed his lips and felt his
partner's lips encircle the whole of his own very wet glans. As the older man
pushed up and down into his mouth from above him, the youngster thrust
upwards from the mattress entering his lover's mouth from below. Martin
teased Dom's balls with his fingers and ran them along the underside of his
arse towards his eager lover's hole, finally entering him and finding the
prostate with ease. The attention he was receiving from Martin's mouth and
fingers made Dom thrust and thrash uncontrollably. The youngster could
feel his balls tighten and, seconds later, he unleashed a massive volley of
spunk deep into Martin's mouth and throat. The older partner relished the
taste of his lover's creamy ball juice and swallowed every last drop just as
his own orgasm began to build. Martin steadied himself and felt his prick
throb as the rush of cum found its way down his shaft and out through his
piss slit and into Dom's waiting throat.

After a few moments, Martin rolled onto his side and both young men
watched as the other's now flaccid dick slipped out of their mouth. The
older man gently caressed his younger lover's body enjoying the softness of
the skin and the well-honed muscles. Dom responded by running his hands
through Martin's hair and making soft purring noises as his body returned to
normal after the heightened intensity of the love-making. Each of the two
recognised that, with so much to do the following day, they could not linger
very long and, all too soon, Dom was leaving the bed. Martin watched as the
blond youngster put his dressing gown back on, and then walked to the
door, which he opened carefully in order to check that the corridor was
deserted. Assured that there was nobody about, Martin embraced and
passionately kissed his lover, who reciprocated before slipping away and
back to his room.

The wedding day was bright and sunny and was generally regarded as a
great success by everyone. The wedding ceremony went without a hitch and
at the Reception, Martin's Best Man speech was warmly received and
achieved a good mix of the risquŽ and the serious and left the guests in
good spirits. Rob made an equally good response before he and Anna led the
way by dancing the first waltz together. While the other guests were
enjoying the music and entertainment, Martin was surprised by a tap on the
shoulder and turned to see Freddy Eversley standing right behind him.
Freddy had been very briefly one of Martin's lovers while he was at Oxford
and the two had parted on good terms and remained friendly for the rest of
their period as students. Noting the surprised look on the Best Man's face,
Freddy said, in his usual booming voice,

"My family are old friends of the bride's family, so naturally I was invited. I
should have warned you but Rob said it would be a nice surprise for you to
see me here. He's a good friend of yours, you know. Don't lose touch with
him when he goes abroad!"

Martin, who had normally managed to keep his personal life separate from
his other university friendships, nodded and said that he would certainly do
so. His former lover looked across the room and spotted Dom in the far
corner and leaned closer to Martin and lowered his voice,

"I can see the attraction of young Dominic, a beautiful looking young man. I
hear he's going to live in Canada. What a shame!! Perhaps you should join
the Mounties rather than the Met!"

Martin smiled and replied equally quietly,

"Maybe, I'll give it some thought! But what are you up to these days,
Freddy?"

"Not a great deal, working in the City and all that. When we're both back in
London let's meet up, have a meal and really catch up," Freddy's voice had
returned to its normal volume as he responded to his friend's query.

After Martin had responded positively to the suggestion and the two men
swapped contact details, the Best Man said that he would be in touch very
soon but had to leave to undertake his final duties of the day, which was to
organise the Bride and Groom's departure for their honeymoon and fend off
some of the more outrageous suggestions as to how best to decorate Rob's
car. When all was ready, the Best Man returned inside the hotel and was
told that the wedding couple had already gone up to a room to get changed.
A few moments later, Rob and Anna appeared to the applause of their
guests and made their way to the exit, shaking hands and hugging family
and friends as they went. At the door, the happy couple finally reached
their family and closest friends. Martin, waiting patiently for his turn,
embraced and kissed Anna before Rob finally reached him. The Bridegroom
warmly embraced his best friend and quietly whispered his thanks to Martin,
who hugged him tightly. As his best friend and his new wife prepared to
leave, Martin fought back the tears. The Best Man recognised that this day
marked the end of an era and that, even though they would remain friends
for life, the relationship he had with Rob and his family had significantly
changed and would never be the same again.

Dom was possibly the only person to notice the dampness in his lover's eyes
and, once the married couple had left, he made every effort to help Martin
find a quiet corner where the other guests would not see him. It took only a
few minutes for the older man to recover his composure, but the sight of
Dom reminded him that the departure of Rob was only the first loss he
would suffer that weekend, a second and more deeply felt one would follow
the next day. Dom also realised how upset his lover was likely to be when he
flew back to Canada and was determined that their last night together
would be one Martin would always remember. As far as the handsome
youngster was concerned he no longer cared about being cautious and,
come what may, he would spend the night in partner's bed. For his part,
Martin also wanted to spend as long as possible with Dom but also saw the
dangers of being too indiscreet, especially as neither of them knew how
many family members were aware of their relationship or even whether the
Cottons were aware that their younger son was gay. Eventually a
compromise was reached and the two young lovers agreed to meet, as they
had previous night, in Martin's room once the coast was clear. Both Dom
and Martin stayed in the bar with some of the remaining wedding guests
until it was quite late before it seemed a reasonable time to drift off to
bed, leaving the few remaining stragglers to wind up the evening in their
own time.

Again, it was after midnight before the pair could be together, but Martin
had waited patiently despite the rock hard erection he had acquired the
moment he had undressed. As soon as he heard the door start to open, the
older man was up and ready for his horny young lover. Dom entered the
room and was surprised to see the bed was empty, but delighted when he
felt his lover's arms around his waist and the hard dick pressing against his
rounded arse cheeks. Martin quickly slipped the dressing gown off Dom and
now his prick was tight up against the soft skin of the youngster, who sighed
and nodded his assent to the implied proposal. As his partner reached
around to wank his hard cock, the younger lover lubricated Martin's cock
and guided it towards his hole, pushing back to meet it as he did so.

Dom leaned over the bed and braced his arms against the wall as Martin
pushed forward and entered him, slowly, bringing a warm sigh of pleasure
as he did so. The swollen head of the older man's cock pushed easily past
the outer lips of his partner's love channel and quickly reached the
prostate, bringing a small cry of delight from Dom. The long shaft moved on
until it was completely buried inside the youthful bowels and Martin felt his
balls slap against Dom's smooth skin. Resting for a moment and then
adjusting the position to make them both more comfortable, the older lover
began to move rhythmically in and out of the welcoming hole, imperceptibly
increasing speed with each inward thrust. Dom groaned and sighed quietly
as he felt the hard prick regularly penetrate his deepest spots and tease his
prostate. At the same time, the younger lover played with his own dick,
smearing the shaft with some of the copious amounts of pre-cum that was
oozing from his piss slit. Martin's hand explored and tweaked Dom's nipples
and ran down the young man's firm body, ruffling his pubic hairs and finally
taking over the wanking action on his lover's rampant cock. Timing his
strokes to coincide with his thrusts, the older man began to increase the
speed of his fucking and felt the tell tale tingle in his balls that indicated he
would soon unload inside Dom. The horny youth read the signs well and
squeezed his arse muscles tightly, trapping Martin deep inside him so as to
get the full impact of the impending orgasm. With a loud groan the older
lover unleashed his ball seed and coated the inside of Dom's love channel
with his cum. Although it lasted a relatively short time, the climax seemed
to go on for ever until, finally, the stream of spunk dried up and Martin
withdrew his sensitive and deflating prick.

Realising that his partner had still not cum, Martin turned Dom round and
quickly planted his mouth over the very wet and well-lubricated head of the
young man's cock. He was just in time to receive a glorious mouthful of hot
cream as Dom's cock exploded in his mouth. Jets of youthful sperm hit the
roof of the older lover's mouth, forcing him to swallow the precious tasty
tribute as quickly as it flowed out. Martin saved the last few drops of Dom's
cum and reached up to pull the beautiful youngster's face towards him and,
as they kissed deeply, Martin transferred the creamy spunk to his lover's
mouth.

In all the time from the moment Dom had entered the room neither of the
lovers had spoken more than a few words and, even now, with all their
immediate passion spent, they rested on the small bed in contented silence.
As they lay close together Dom spooned up against Martin, who enfolded his
youthful lover in his arms, holding him as tightly as he could. In this position
the two men drifted off into a refreshing sleep, which ended when Dom
turned round and began to kiss his way down towards his partner's groin.
Martin's cock reacted as expected and was soon being sucked vigorously by
the horny youngster. As soon as he had woken sufficiently, the older man
moved his head towards Dom's prick and began to return the favour. Again,
the couple worked away in silence, slurping and sucking, sighing and
groaning, until they both reached satisfaction. Sensing that this was the last
time they would be together each man savoured the moment of orgasm in
his partner and relished the taste and texture of the other's cock, balls and
cum.

After their second bout of lovemaking, Martin glanced at the time and
realised that Dom would need to return to his own room very soon because,
in a short while, the rest of their party to start waking up. Reluctantly, he
led Dom to the door, but before opening it he held his handsome lover
tightly embraced and kissed him passionately holding back the tears that
were welling up in his eyes. Dom too was feeling the emotion of the
moment and fighting hard not to cry as well. After a long moment during
which neither said anything, the two men parted and the younger man
slipped quietly away and effectively out of Martin's life. After he had
returned to his bed, Martin lay back and sobbed uncontrollably into his
pillow. This parting had been every bit as harrowing as he had expected
and, for obvious reasons, much worse than the one he had experienced with
Rob.

Nevertheless, after a fitful sleep on both their parts, by breakfast time both
Martin and Dom had recovered sufficiently and joined the other members of
the family wedding guests in the hotel dining room. Breakfast was a fairly
subdued affair as most of those present were suffering to a greater or lesser
extent from the excesses of the night before and, in this respect, Dom and
Martin seemed very little different from the others. Anyone looking at them
would have assumed that they too had eaten and drunk too much at the
celebrations and were suffering the consequences. As might have been
expected people were picking at their food rather tentatively and
conversation was kept to a minimum, with only the older members of the
group showing much real signs of interest in chatting. As time wore on and
the deadline for the check out from the hotel approached, the subject of
onward travel plans was raised.

Martin, being both sensitive and discreet, turned down the offer of a lift
with Dom's parents considering, rightly, that they would want some time on
their own with their son before he flew back to Canada. Unsurprisingly, the
Cottons had insisted that Martin should come to the airport to see Dom off,
but appeared grateful that the family friend would travel there separately.
In fact, Martin had already arranged to travel back to London later that
morning with one of Rob's sisters who was also going to the airport and
could easily give him a lift. The journey to Heathrow was completed with
the passengers in the car exchanging only desultory conversation, each
undoubtedly lost in their own thoughts.

When they arrived at the airport, Martin and his travelling companions
joined a small group of Dom's family and friends that had gathered to wish
Dominic good luck and see him leave. The party of well-wishers stood
nearby as the handsome young man lined up and eventually checked in for
his flight. After he had returned from the desk the group stood around for a
moment or two and Martin felt the overwhelming need to be on his own for
a few moments and so he made the excuse of needing the toilet and went
off in search of the bathroom. Standing at the urinal, Martin became aware
that someone else had entered the toilet and was surprised and delighted to
see his lover coming towards him. As they stood alongside each other both
young men glanced down at the other's prick and Martin was reminded of
the pleasures of the past and what he would be missing in the future. It was
clear the couple could not linger and so they moved away towards the
washbasins and, as the toilet was deserted, the two lovers turned, hugged
and kissed each other passionately. However, a noise from the entrance
gave warning that someone else was coming into the toilets and the two
men had just enough time to separate and stand by the drying machines.
Dom's father walked in and the two youngsters waited until he had finished
his business and then all three walked out together and rejoined the rest of
their party.

Once everyone was back it did not seem very long before the flight monitors
indicated that it was time for Dom to go through to the departure gates.
The group of family and friends surrounded the youngster as they walked
with Dom to the security barrier beyond which only passengers could pass.
Here the small party all stopped and crowded round Dom to bid him their
final, individual farewells. Once again, at this difficult moment for all those
that loved and cared for Dom, Martin's face was a master class in repressed
emotion as he embraced his young lover for the last time. Promising that
they would all always keep in touch but secretly doubting whether this
would really be the case, the group waved enthusiastically as Dom
disappeared through to passport control and finally out of sight on his way
into the departure lounge. As they stood around afterwards wondering what to do, it was agreed that
the family and friends should wait at the airport for the young man's
departure time to come around and maybe watch the flight take off from
the observation lounge. Although Martin was anxious to get away so that he
could give vent to his emotions, he thought it wise to accept the offer of a
quick drink with the rest of the group. However, as soon as he could do so,
Martin told the others that he had such an early start the next day that he
really needed to get home and get properly organised. As Dom's aircraft
climbed into the sky above London, Martin took his leave of his former
lover's family and friends still on the ground and returned, sadly and alone,
to his flat.

Martin took a taxi from the airport to the centre of London and then walked
the short distance from the main road to the building where he lived. Once
inside, having dumped his bag, Martin realised that he had no fresh food and
so he got up and walked down the street to a local convenience store. On
his return journey, the bright lights of a seedy sex shop caught Martin's
attention and he recalled that it was somewhere such as this that he had
visited for his first experience of gay cinema. Something drew the young
man inexorably to the place and before he knew it Martin was inside and
paying his money to go into the basement movie theatre. The room was very
dark except for the light from a large screen on which a film depicting
several men engaged in oral and anal sex was being shown. It took Martin
several minutes to get adjusted to the place, but finally he found a half
empty row of seats and sat down. The movie was of poor quality and the
soundtrack was indistinct making Martin think carefully about leaving only
minutes after he had arrived. However, before he could do so, another
young man about his own age sat down next to Martin and placed his hand
firmly on his neighbour's bulging crotch. A moment later, the youth had
skilfully unzipped the fly and had released the turgid prick from its
protective underwear. Unusually for Martin he remained passive as the
stranger leant down and took the spongy head into his mouth and began to
slide his mouth up and down the rock hard shaft. The young man was good
and knew just how to exert maximum suction and create the greatest level
of pleasure and it was not long before he had brought Martin to the point of
no return. Deftly removing the throbbing cock from his mouth the young
man produced a small piece of tissue paper and, as he wanked the shaft
vigorously, the stranger ensured that Martin's spunk shot out of the enlarged
piss slit straight onto it. As he sat back in the seat recovering his breath, the
young man guided Martin's hand to the large, fat, uncut cock that was
sticking out the front of his latest partner's jeans. It only took a few long
strokes from Martin to bring relief to the young man and a small but
acceptable amount of cum oozed out from his balls and dribbled over his
foreskin and down the shaft. Using another piece of tissue paper, the youth
carefully wiped his prick clean and, without a word, disappeared as
suddenly as he had arrived. A minute or two later Martin also got up and left
the cinema and returned finally to his flat.

It was only once he was safely inside that Martin gave in to his emotions, not
only in respect of the experience in the cinema only a short time before,
but also the loss of Dominic. The latter event overwhelmed the young man
and Martin sat quietly in a chair for over an hour, completely unable to stop
the flow of tears that fell so easily from his eyes. Finally, the distraught
young man managed to regain sufficient control of himself and he reflected
on the many good times he had had enjoyed with both Rob and, even more
especially, with Dom. Many of the memories brought a smile to Martin's
face and a very pleasant tingling sensation in his groin. As was the case with
Anna and Rob, Martin was convinced that he had not seen the last of Dom,
although he recognised that the intensity of their relationship would never
be rekindled and each would have to move on. In his heart Martin wished
Dom a long and happy life and hoped that they would both find new
partners in the not too distant future.

This thought marked Martin's final acceptance that he had reached another
staging point in his life and his thoughts turned to the future and the next
great step he would take. The following morning he was due to report for
duty at the Police Station just south of the Thames that would be his main
centre of attention for at least the next few months and if not for a couple
of years. Sighing deeply, Martin got up from his chair, went into his
bedroom, set the alarm and took out his uniform, which had been cleaned
and pressed ready for him to make a good impression the next day. Looking
forward, the young man knew that shortly after six-thirty the following
morning, he would put on his pristine new uniform, travel from his home,
cross the river Thames to South London and arrive at the Police Station
where he would be based and report for duty. At that moment and after his
period of training, Probationary Police Constable Martin Roberts would begin
his chosen career. Although he was full of high hopes for the future, the
question of how successful that career would be was something that only
time would tell.

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