Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2008 14:27:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin's First Case Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER:

This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the sixth 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 6

There was no way that, when he picked up the button from the bushes
where James Bryant had been hiding the day before, Martin could have
known that he had been observed from the bedroom window of the assassin
himself As he went upstairs at the Police Station to report to CID, the young
Constable was equally unaware of the danger that his being spotted might
have placed him in. As soon as he had arrived in the CID office, Martin had
proudly presented DS Morton with the possible piece of evidence he had
found and explained the circumstances that had led up to the discovery.
The man in temporary charge of the investigation looked at the silver button
and said,

"Congratulations on showing some initiative Constable Roberts and also on
the way you have carefully preserved the evidence, if that is what it turns
out to be, by wrapping it up in a cloth handkerchief. Just so that I know all
the facts, you say that you found this at a location where you think someone
might have been hiding yesterday and watching what was going on.'

Martin nodded in understanding as the DS continued,

"Of course it might have been a nosey bystander and in any case we have no
idea how long the button had been lying there, do we?"

Martin had to acknowledge the truth of what the more experienced officer
was saying, but was cheered when Ray Morton added that he would
certainly have the item properly examined and that, if it proved of use in
the investigation, would ensure that DCI Prior was informed of the find and
the name of the officer that had found it. In the meantime, the DS
suggested that there were several things that needed to be done in terms of
moving the investigation forward, not the least of which was trying to
identify the dead man and then a second interview with young Ian Doig
about whether he had seen anything unusual before he discovered the body,
because, by now, the youngster should have recovered from the trauma of
the day before.

Martin took the hint and left the office having decided that his number one
priority should be to try to establish the identity of the dead man and then
call on the Doigs later in the day. The first thing that the young PC did was
to use his local knowledge to go to where the most likely places would be to
find other local tramps. He and his partner Dave Powell had often discussed
the layout of their beat and the older man had explained where many down
and outs liked to congregate during the day. Although there was certain to
be a number of other gathering places further away from his immediate
beat area, Martin decided that he would start in his own area and then seek
help from other uniformed colleagues if, or when, he drew a blank.

Although he thought it would be the most promising, the first location
Martin visited was rather disappointing. It was usually a busy area because
of its proximity to an off licence and convenience store and a number of
tramps would often hang around on the waste ground that was adjacent to
this shopping area. On this particular day, however, there was just one
drunk old man lying slumped in the far corner of the scrubby field. Martin
tried to interest the man in the photograph of the dead man that CID was
using in the investigation but got little response. The old man opened one
bleary eye and looked briefly at the snapshot, shook his head and mumbled
incoherently but was too drunk to make any sense and was clearly not very
friendly towards the Police. Martin also found it difficult to interpret the
shaking of the head and was unsure whether the man was indicating that he
did not know the victim or merely that he was aware that the victim was
dead. In the end, the young Constable gave up on his attempts to ascertain
the meaning of the tramp's rambling noises and left the area, hoping that
he would have better luck at his next destination.

The second locality where tramps could often be found was beyond the park
in a derelict warehouse that had been abandoned for several years. This was
a favourite haunt of a number of men and women that slept rough and,
again, Martin was disappointed that there were so few people around that
morning. There was a small group of men were sitting around in the shelter
of the old building. One of the three men in the group stood up and walked
towards the PC and asked Martin pointedly why he was there and expressed
the hope that it was not to move them on, as was the norm for police
visiting their particular part of the world. After the Constable had explained
the purpose of his visit, the man shrugged and walked away to rejoin his
companion, who gave a quick glance at the Constable and then the two old
men walked out of sight inside the building, moving as far as they could get.
The remaining tramp was the only one willing to speak to the police officer.
He was the youngest of the three and was known as 'Darkie Dave' on
account of his dark Mediterranean complexion. 'Darkie' was also someone
that had, on previous occasions, passed on several very helpful pieces of
information to the Constable. The young tramp remained standing where he
was until Martin came close up to him and produced the photograph of the
dead man for him to look at. After studying the photograph for a few
moments, 'Darkie' shook his head and handed it back to Martin without a
word. It was obvious that the man had no information and was reluctant to
say very much. However, he did make one comment,

"The death of this man has shook us all up. We're scared. Most of the rest
of our local group are hiding out hoping that there ain't a killer on the loose
going after people like us."

Martin looked sympathetic and tried to sound reassuring,

"I can understand how you must feel, Darkie, but I don't think that there
really is anything for you or the others to worry about. My boss thinks it may
have been some gay related crime, so most of you guys should be OK."

'Darkie' gave a slight smile and then said,

"That's easy for you to say, isn't it?"

Martin acknowledged the truth of what the man had said and then asked,

"You say the others are hiding out. Do you know where I might find them?
It's really important that we identify the man that has been killed. That will
help us find the reason for his death and to identify his killer as quickly as
possible."

'Darkie' gave an involuntary laugh at Martin's last somewhat naive comment
and then replied by telling the officer where he thought most of the rest of
the tramps were likely to be found. By way of thanking the man for his
information, Martin gave 'Darkie' some money and told him to buy some
food although he knew full well that the likeliest recipient of the hand out
would be the nearest off-licence.

As Martin returned through the park and walked towards the area beyond
the trees and the old brick toilet where the murder had taken place, once
again he was watched all the way by James Bryant. The observer lost sight
of the Constable as he disappeared into the trees and bushes and James
could not see the direction in which Martin headed which was to the
furthest extremity of the parkland to a row of old huts and more derelict
buildings. As he entered the area, Martin could see a number of tramps
hiding in various places all around. Most, especially the women among the
group, had dodged back into hiding as they heard him approach but the
acknowledged leader of the group 'Prince Albert', so-called because of his
haughty bearing and posh voice, came out to meet him,

"Ah, Constable Roberts, is it not? We believe you found the body in the
toilets and now here you are to talk to us. Do you have news?"

Martin smiled and said,

"Yes, it is true that I found the body but beyond that we have not so far
made much progress with the investigation so I have, unfortunately, no
more news for you. In fact we have not yet been able to identify out who
the victim was. The purpose of my visit is to see if you or anyone else in
your group know his name."

After he had given his explanation, Martin handed the photograph of the
dead man to 'Prince Albert' who studied it carefully before handing it back
and saying,

"Well, I think I can give you some degree of help. We know your victim as
'Dutch'. He seemed quite pleased with the name we gave him."

Martin acknowledged the information that he had been given, but needed to
probe further,

"Thanks you for that, it gives us something to work on. Is there anything
else you can tell me about this 'Dutch' chap, such as a surname and how
long he has been in this area?"

The tramp was clearly reluctant to say more than he had to, but unlike most
of the Police Force, Martin was well-liked by 'Prince Albert', so he decided
to offer some further assistance,

"You should know that, in our little community, we don't ask many
questions. We just accept the people that join us for what they are, so I
don't have a proper name for him, however, I can tell you that he first
appeared in the park about six months ago. He told us that he had come to
Britain from Holland following the collapse of his business and personal life
and had been on the road for a year or so before that."

Again, Martin thanked the tramp for the information and followed it up with
another question,

"Did he have any particular friends or, indeed, enemies within your
community?"

'Prince Albert' gave a look of displeasure at such a question, but, after a
moment's pause, responded,

"He was quite a friendly soul but, like many of us, he liked to keep himself
to himself and rarely said much about his life or circumstances. I don't think
that he had any particular friends or enemies in our group, or beyond for
that matter. We didn't pry too closely into anything personal, it's not our
way. We wait until a person's ready to talk and sometimes, like 'Dutch',
they never do. He had a favourite haunt or two for sleeping rough, normally
in the area where you found his body. I will ask around and, if anyone knows
anything more I'll pass it on to you, but only you, is that clear?"

As he wrote down the information that 'Prince Albert' had given him, Martin
gave a smile of gratitude. The young Constable was anxious to return to the
CID office to report back on what he had learnt. However, before he left,
the young Constable heard the old tramp say,

"I hope you were not implying by your question earlier that one of us killed
him."

When he replied to the last comment from 'Prince Albert', Martin felt a
pang of guilt,

"Obviously I can't tell you whether we have any leads but I would say that it
is very unlikely that we will be looking towards the rough sleeper
community as the likeliest suspects. Of course, we may turn up evidence
that makes us look again but from what I saw whoever killed 'Dutch' did a
very professional job. I don't suppose you know if any of your group have
any knowledge of martial arts?"
'Prince Albert' gave a stifled laugh and replied,

"As far as I know, there is nobody answering such a description. The outdoor
life is not exactly conducive to such things. I would imagine you'd need a
degree of fitness to be able to do something like that."

Martin nodded,

"Yes, that's true, but I suppose the knowledge never leaves you."

Again, the old tramp gave a stifled laugh, as he replied,

"OK, Constable. I'll ask about and if I find out anything I'll certainly let you
know."

Having accepted that this was the best he could hope fore, before leaving,
Martin asked 'Prince Albert' to reassure his community that the Police were
doing all they could to solve the murder and added his personal undertaking
that he and his colleagues would do all in their power to protect the 'down-
and-out' population in the park from coming to any harm. Once again,
whilst acknowledging the sincerity of Martin's words, 'Prince Albert'
greeted them with a somewhat less than enthusiastic shrug of the shoulders.
Martin understood the reaction because both he and the people he was
trying to impress knew that most members of the Police Force cared very
little time about the tramp community at the best of times.

Martin hurried back across the park watched all the way by James Bryant
standing out of sight but close to window of the room he occupied in the
small bed and breakfast hotel. On his return journey, the young Constable
stopped at the area where he had found the silver button the day before.
Although Martin knew full well that the whole of the site had been
thoroughly searched, he wanted to satisfy himself that this was the case. As
he expected there was nothing to be found but, after he had finished
searching, Martin stood up and had a good look around the whole area. As
he stared across the major road that passed by only a few yards away from
the edge of the park, the young PC's gaze travelled along the row of large
houses that bordered the other side of the road and, without knowing it, he
stopped and looked directly at the window from which the assassin was
observing him. After a brief pause Martin's eyes moved on and then
travelled back, once again halting close to the building where James Bryant
was watching him with increasing concern. However, the young officer saw
nothing and finally turned away, shook his head, and walked up towards the
path that led back out of the park.

As soon as Martin arrived at the Police Station he went straight upstairs to
report again to the CID office. DS Morton seemed reasonably pleased with
the results of Martin's enquiries and said that he would get someone to
contact the Immigration Service to see if they could find any trace of
'Dutch' through them, but it seemed to both men that it would be like
looking for a needle in a haystack. In the meantime, DS Morton suggested
that Martin should go off and interview Ian Doig, the young lad that had
originally found the body.

Once again Martin trudged off across the park towards the Council estate
where the Doig family home was located. The house was easy to find and
Martin's knock was answered by the youngster's mother, who looked both
ways down the street to see if the visit had been observed by any of the
neighbours, before letting the young Constable into her home. It was clear
that Mrs Doig was more than slightly put out at having a second visit from a
Police officer. Martin explained the reason for his call and was grudgingly
ushered through into the lounge where Ian and his older brother, Colin,
were sitting engrossed in a television programme. When their mother spoke
the two boys looked up and then it was the policeman's turn.

It was fairly obvious that the younger of the two brothers was still in shock
after his discovery and was really not going to be much help, but Martin did
glean a small snippet of information. When he asked the two boys whether
they had seen anything unusual in the days before the murder, Ian
volunteered the information that he had seen a man dressed in what looked
like a park keeper's uniform walking around the park not far away from
where he and his friends usually played football. Ian's older brother, Colin,
who had also seen something similar the same day, confirmed his younger
brother's observation. The older boy added, under his breath, that the
uniform 'did not look quite right'. This last remark was just loud enough for
Martin to hear and he recognised that, if true, it could be an important
clue. As a result, the young PC immediately followed up the older teen's
comment,

"In what way did it not look right?"

Colin realised that he had probably said too much already and looked to his
mother for support but she cast him an annoyed look and shrugged her
shoulders. As he replied, the teenager appeared nervous,

"W .. will I have to appear in Court if I say any more?"

Martin tried to sound as reassuring as possible and told Colin that it was very
unlikely that it would come to that and again pressed the teenager to tell
more. With a loud sigh, Colin spoke,

"I can't put my finger on it, it was just that it looked strange. It was the
first time me or my brother had ever seen anyone official dressed like that
in the park and it just seemed odd, that's all."

Martin was certain there was more and pressed again,

"Colin, please, can you describe the uniform that you saw?"

This time the youngster was less hesitant in his reply,

"Well it was sort of green-brown in colour and it had shiny buttons down the
jacket and on the cuffs."

Martin tried hard to conceal his excitement,

"How did you know the buttons were shiny when you only saw him from a
distance away?"

Colin grinned and said with some confidence,

"'Cos something caught the sun as he was walking along and it had to be a
button or something like that."

Martin grinned back and said,

"Thanks, Colin, you've been a great help."

The teenager looked pleased, but then asked, earnestly,

"You are sure I won't have to say this in Court, aren't you?"

Martin nodded and said,

"I wouldn't think so, but we may need a formal statement later."

Colin seemed satisfied and Martin decided that he should leave things there
for the time being so he got up and prepared to leave. The young PC stayed
with the boys for only a short while longer before he thanked the Doig
brothers for their help, asked them to contact him if they thought of
anything else and then left their home and started the journey back to the
Police Station. Although he would need to check whether the local Council
had finally decided to introduce some form of management into the local
parks before he could be sure that the information was as significant as he
hoped it would be, Martin was pleased with the results of his visit.

Once he was back in the CID office, the PC made a telephone call to the
local Council's Parks department and this confirmed that there were no park
keepers operating in the local parks on the day in question and, in fact,
there had not been such employees used by the Council for the previous five
years. Excitedly, Martin took this information to DS Morton who seemed to
be both pleased and impressed by the news that a possible link had been
found between the button that had been found near the crime scene and
someone who had been spotted in the vicinity only a day or so before the
murder.

At roughly the same time that Martin was beginning his interview at the
Doig's house, Nick Adams had discovered that the tutorial he was expecting
to have to attend that afternoon had been cancelled and so, on the spur of
the moment, he had decided to take a risk and surprise Martin at his flat a
day earlier than the older man was expecting. The journey to Paddington
from Oxford was a relatively easy one, although the train Nick had caught
was a stopping train and would take much longer than usual to get to its
destination. Sitting back in his seat, Nick's mind drifted off into an
assessment of his life so far. He had always known that he was different
from most of his contemporaries not just in terms of his intellectual abilities
but also there was something else that he could not quite define that
seemed to isolate him from his fellow schoolmates.

The full realisation of the difference had not been made until Nick was
about fourteen and had been spending the night at his best friend Phil
Green's house. Phil was several months older than Nick and lived on a large
farm just on the outskirts of the town. The two teenage friends enjoyed
wandering around the farmyard and off into the fields. Nick particularly
enjoyed staying over night and the two friends would return to the
farmhouse to eat the large meals that Mrs Green seemed always to provide
for her family and their guests.

On his visits the room that Phil and Nick slept in was a large one with two
single beds arranged relatively close together at one end. One night, as they
were preparing for bed, Nick noticed that Phil kept glancing at his friend as
they both stripped down to their underwear. Usually the two remained in
their vests and underpants until they finally removed them once they were
in bed, but, on this occasion, Phil took everything off and stood naked in
front of his friend. Nick could see that his friend's penis was exactly like his
own, neatly circumcised but also noted that it was a bit longer and thicker.
As the younger lad looked admiringly at his friend's prick, it began to
harden and stand up straight and erect. Phil smiled at his best friend and
said,

"Well, do you like what you see? From the bulge in your underpants I would
say that you do. Why don't you show me just how much of a hard-on you've
got?"

Nick had hoped that his erection would go unnoticed but Phil had obviously
spotted it and the younger teen felt he had no other option than to pull
down his underwear and show off what he had. In a moment the two friends
were naked and each was admiring the other's body. As he looked at Nick,
Phil began to wank his shaft and the younger teenager felt the urge to reach
over and do it for his friend but was too scared to attempt this in case his
offer was not appreciated, so he contented himself with following his older
friend's example. After a short while, Phil glanced at Nick and whispered,

"Shall we see how far we can shoot?"

Nick nodded and watched as his friend speeded up his wanking action and
then slowed to all but a complete stop before the head of the cock swelled
up, the piss slit opened and, with a loud gasp, Phil shot a spurt of spunk
across the room and it splattered several feet away from him. The
remaining spurts were less intense but still left a trail of pearly ball juice all
along the floor. The sight spurred Nick to reach his own orgasm and,
moments later, his cum soon joined that of his friend to form a cocktail of
semen on the bedroom floor. When the two friends had recovered
sufficiently, Phil used some old towels to clean up the mess they had both
made and then, with a smile, climbed into bed, watched as Nick went to
the other bed, wished him 'goodnight' and then switched off the light so
that they could both go to sleep.

The following morning nothing was said about what had happened the night
before and, to be honest, Nick found that rather disappointing. However, he
should not have worried because, later in the day, Phil indicated that he
hoped their first wank session together would not be the last and seemed
genuinely pleased when Nick said he hoped not either.

Over the coming weeks and months the two teenagers developed their
relationship to the point where they had indulged in mutual masturbation
and had even spent part of one night naked and in bed together. After a few
months Phil asked his friend if he had ever tasted spunk and Nick had
replied in the negative, but clearly the question had set his mind at work
and after the next wank session they each tasted their own spunk. Phil then
said that he thought that it might be fun if they tasted each other's cum
next time and Nick happily agreed. However, before their next scheduled
session, Phil suggested something else, namely that it might be interesting
to taste each other's dicks as well as each other's spunk and proposed that
they go to one of the old outhouses on the farm to try it out as they were
less likely to be seen or disturbed there. Nick was intrigued by the
suggestion and, after the pair of teenagers went out after one of the large
family breakfasts, Phil led the way to the place he had decided was the best
location for their proposed activity.

The old outhouse was some distance from the rest of the farm buildings and
hidden from view by a small clump of trees. It was two storeys high and the
upper floor was covered in old straw. Phil led the way up the stairs to the
top of the building and waited for Nick to join him. As soon as  they were
settled, the older teenager knelt up and motioned for his friend to stand in
front of him. Once in position, Phil sexily unzipped his partner's jeans and
gently pulled them down and then leaned forward and pulled the waistband
of Nick's underwear out and over the straining cock. The rock hard penis
sprang out and the older boy took it gently in his hand and guided it towards
his mouth, opening his lips wide so that the engorged head would pass easily
inside without being touched by his teeth. If Nick had been more aware, he
would have known that Phil had been well schooled in the art of cock
sucking, but for the time being he was unaware of this and simply enjoyed a
moment that he would never forget: the first time he was sucked off by
another person. Phil swallowed the length of his friend's shaft and ran his
tongue sensuously over the sensitive areas causing the younger teen to
whimper with pleasure. It was not long before Nick felt his balls tighten
and, within seconds, he was gushing deep into his friend's waiting throat
and mouth. When the youngster's orgasm finally subsided and the now-
sensitive prick had been withdrawn from his mouth, Phil said quietly,

"Wow!! That was really amazing and your cock and spunk tasted soooo
good!!! Do you want to try doing it to me?"

The older teen had already taken off his jeans and underwear and his dick
was hard and was already leaking pre cum when Nick took it between it
between his lips and felt an amazing buzz go through his body as he sucked
his first prick. Slowly and gently the rock hard shaft disappeared between
the youngster's lips and into his mouth until Nick felt his nose hard against
Phil's pubic hair and the older teen's balls slapped against his chin. Sucking
seemed to come naturally to the youngster and he quickly developed a
smooth action that slid his lips up and down his best friend's hard shaft and
spongy glans. Phil was soon breathing hard and quickly delivered his ball
juice straight into Nick's waiting mouth and the young teen swallowed every
last drop, relishing the slightly bitter taste as his older partner's spunk
sprayed onto his tongue and down his throat into his stomach. Pleased that
the taste of another person's semen was not that much different from his
own and that he had not disliked the experience, Nick felt an inward glow
of pleasure as he swallowed his best friend's love juice. When he had finally
finished cumming. Phil pulled out and this time it was Nick that expressed
his delight at what they had just done,

"You were quite right, Phil!!! That was the greatest!! I loved sucking your
prick!! I can't wait to do it again!!!"

Phil smiled at the appreciation his young friend was expressing and readily
agreed that he too wanted to repeat the performance very soon. The encore
was not long delayed as the following week was their school half term
holiday and so the two teenagers had a whole week together finding
frequent opportunities to repeat their newly discovered sexual experience.
>From then on the two teenagers met regularly and it was towards the end of
the year just after he had turned sixteen that Phil made another suggestion
to his friend, but this time more tentatively. One afternoon after they had
sucked each other off and were lying on the old straw on the upper floor of
the outbuilding, the older of the two turned to his friend and asked quietly,

"Have you ever thought about fucking someone up their bum? No pressure,
but if you'd like to give it a try, I'd be more than happy to do it with you."

There was a moment of silence before Nick replied and, during the pause,
Phil wondered whether he had gone too far, too fast but the reply when it
came was positive,

"Not until now", Nick said slowly, "but I'd be willing to try it with you!"

Phil tried to hide his delight as he made the arrangement for when they
could have their first attempt at fucking each other. The following day was
impossible as the Greens were having a large family get-together and the
older teen did not want to rush matters. However, the following Sunday,
the last day of the Christmas holiday, would be a good choice both
youngsters agreed. So the arrangement was made.

Back home, as he lay in bed thinking about sucking and fucking with his best
friend, Nick wanked himself to sleep that night imagining how amazing it
would be to put his cock up his friend's hole and even better have his best
mate fuck him. Although he did not yet know it, Nick was a natural bottom
and would quickly realise even at a fairly young age that he was never
happier than when he had a cock in his mouth or up his love passage. The
first step to that realisation came on the following Sunday when, as
arranged, the two teenagers met and disappeared off to their barn love
nest. At Steve's insistence, Nick was the first to attempt to fuck. The older
teen lay on his back and gently guided his friend's hard cock towards his
waiting hole. They had each sucked each other for a while before so that
the normally quite dry exposed glans were moistened by spit and pre cum.
Nick had been encouraged to use his fingers first and this had also prepared
his friend's hole for the invasion that was to follow. The youngster's prick
pushed past the tight entrance and Phil gave an involuntary wince as it did
so, but, once the head was inside, the pain eased off and the older teen
began to enjoy the feel of his friend's tool as it went deeper inside him.
Nick found the sensation of being inside his best friend enjoyable and he
quickly mastered the rhythm he required to stimulate himself and give
pleasure to his partner. The excitement of the moment and the build up of
tension meant that it was not long before Nick was past the point of no
return and both teenager's were aware that he was about to explode deep
inside Phil's bowels. Seconds later, the prick deep inside Phil throbbed and
shot out creamy spunk in jets and Nick moaned as his orgasm overwhelmed
him. Finally the feeling subsided and his cock began to shrivel and slide out
of his friend's hole and Nick was able to speak,

"That was great!! I hope it was good for you!!! I can't wait to have you fuck
me now!!!"

Phil looked dreamily at his best friend and said,

"I hope I can do the same to you as you just did to me!!  I'm ready if you
are!!"

Nick changed places with Phil, who opened his partner's legs wide and
inched his prick ever closer to the waiting hole. Before he entered his
friend, the older teen wiped some pre cum onto his finger and inserted it
into the opening. Nick sighed with delight as the probing digit hit a spot
inside him that sent an electric shock wave through his body and even made
his wilting cock jerk back into life. The sensation was just passing when the
younger teen felt the head of his best friend's dick pushing against his
puckered and resistant tight hole.

A horrible burst of pain went through Nick's body and he was about to cry
out when the moment passed and he felt the crown of the prick inside him
brushing against that spot that made him feel so good. Phil went deeper and
deeper until he could go no further and then slowly withdrew before
thrusting back in again. Each inward thrust brought a sigh of delight from
the younger teen and Nick could not get enough of Phil's fucking action and
he instinctively began to move forward to meet the incoming thrusts. It was
not going to be a long session, both teens knew this and, sure enough, it was
only a few minutes later that Phil's breathing became irregular and his
orgasm approached with great speed. Something told Nick to use his arse
muscles to hold the prick inside him as tightly as possible and every second
of the older boy's release was keenly felt. Nick could feel warm spunk
splattering his insides and he loved it. When all was over and the two teens
were lying side-by-side recovering, Nick turned to his older friend and
exclaimed,

"Thank you for that! I love being fucked by you, even more than sucking
you! Of course, I like to be sucked but I'm not all that bothered about
fucking you, if that's OK?"

Phil grinned at his lover and said,

"Whatever you want is fine by me. I loved both fucking you and being
fucked by you! Let's see how we feel next time."

On this the two teenagers were agreed and they decided to meet again one
evening early the following week. As they left the deserted building neither
Nick nor Phil were aware that somebody had noticed them when they went
in and had waited to see how long it was before they emerged. The
observer, Tommy White, who was in his early twenties and had been
employed to work on the farm a few months earlier, had reached a fairly
accurate conclusion about what the teenagers had been up to. Once the
coast was clear, the farm hand went into the deserted building and had a
good look round. The ground floor was obviously an unsuitable location, but
the upstairs area looked more promising. As soon as he reached the top of
the ladder and smelt the unmistakably musky smell of stale sweat and
semen that greeted him Tommy's suspicions were fully confirmed. Having
discovered the teenagers' secret, the farm worker hatched a plan to involve
himself in their activities. As luck would have it, it was not long before an
opportunity arose.

>From time to time, Phil was expected to help around the farm and so, one
day, when he knew there was nobody else around to help, Tommy called at
the farmhouse and asked if the teenager would mind helping him mend
some fencing at the far end of the farm, some distance away from where
the other farm hands were working. Phil, who found the young worker with
the large bulge in his jeans really rather attractive, was more than happy to
agree and was even happier when the job was completed in double quick
time and Tommy walked a different way back to the farmhouse. However,
the teenager became slightly apprehensive when he realised the route took
them close to the deserted outhouse that he and Nick used for their sexual
encounters. Phil became even more concerned when the farm worker asked
in a matter-of-fact way what the building was used for. The youngster
replied that it had not been used for anything for several years and hoped
that Tommy would be satisfied with his reply and not follow the matter up.
However, the young man persisted and said he was surprised because he had
seen people moving around near the building a few days earlier and
suggested that they should take a look just in case there were trespassers
on the land. Phil could think of no way to stop the inevitable and agreed
that the two of them should investigate. When they got inside the building
it was just as the two teenagers had left it and there were no obvious signs
of occupation, but Tommy insisted on looking everywhere. The farmhand
led the way up the ladder to the upper floor and waited for Phil to join him.
Once they were both safely standing on the upper floor, Tommy turned and
looked the teenager straight in the eye and said,

"It looks to me as though somebody has been using this for some purpose
and I think I know who it is and why."

As he spoke, the older man had stretched out his hand and had gripped the
front of the teenager's jeans and was gently holding Phil's fast-hardening
cock. The youth did not have to say anything, his red face as well as his
growing erection was all the response Tommy needed. The farmhand
adeptly unzipped the teenager's jeans and pulled down his underwear to
reveal the neatly cut cock that lay hidden within and Tommy whispered his
appreciation at what he had revealed. In seconds, the older man's mouth
engulfed the exposed glans and had swallowed some of the shaft into his
mouth as he rhythmically worked his lips up and down the shaft and used his
hands to play with the low hanging balls that hung inches from his face. Phil
could only sigh with pleasure as he felt Tommy's lips and tongue work their
magic on him, but he was equally anxious to get a look at his partner's cock.
Reluctantly, the teenager pulled his cock out of the sucking mouth and
motioned for Tommy to stand up so that he could return the favour.

Phil's hands were slightly shaking as he eased the zipper on the older man's
jeans down and pulled them clear before doing the same with his
underwear. There, before his eyes, Phil saw a long, thin uncut cock, the
first uncircumcised penis he had ever seen close to and he marvelled as the
cock grew hard and the pink glans slowly emerged from the protective
foreskin. As soon as he could, the teenager took hold of the shaft and
guided the cock head into his mouth using his lips to roll the last bit off
foreskin off the glans as he did so. The cock tasted much the same as
Nick's, but was considerably longer and Phil had difficulty coping with such
a large thing invading his mouth and throat and started to gag. However he
quickly got used to it and learned how to manage the length he allowed into
his mouth by gripping the shaft about half to three-quarters of the way
down. As the older man had done when he had been sucking the teenager,
Phil used his free hand to play with Tommy's balls as he slurped on the hard
shaft. Although he was not sure that he was doing it right, the teenager
judged from the sounds coming from the older man that he was not doing
anything wrong. Suddenly Tommy let out a low growl as the cock in Phil's
mouth stiffened and throbbed and, seconds later, the teenager's mouth was
filled with warm spunk, which he had difficulty in swallowing. Some drops
escaped from Phil's mouth and ran down his chin and dripped onto his hand
that was vigorously wanking his own cock. Noting this, Tommy pulled his
now very sensitive cock out of the teenager's mouth and scuttled down onto
his haunches and took Phil's circumcised head between his lips just in time
to receive a blast of teen cum which he swallowed with relish.

When they had both recovered, Tommy asked Phil about his other friend
and, when he learnt what they got up to, put in a request to be included
one day soon. The teenager explained that his friend was soon to be sixteen
and suggested that a threesome would be a great way to celebrate this
milestone. In the meantime, Phil agreed not to tell Nick about what had
happened with Tommy, but to meet him regularly, whilst Phil would also
continue to have his regular sessions with his teenaged friend.

Over the following few weeks, Nick suspected nothing and so, when he
finally got his birthday treat from Phil, two day late because of his family's
own arrangements for his birthday, the horny teen only knew it would be
something special but not exactly what. Initially the session seemed to be
much as usual until Tommy, who had remained hidden behind some straw
bales until the right moment, appeared completely naked and sporting a
massive erection. Nick sat up and gazed in amazement at the long, thin,
uncut cock that danced in front of him and looked first at Phil and then at
Tommy and realised that his friend knew all about the stranger and that this
was the promised surprise.

The farm hand came closer and Nick licked his lips at the prospect of taking
the monster dick into his mouth. Phil guided the older man's cock head into
his friend's mouth and watched as Nick willingly swallowed as much as he
could, then the older teen moved behind his friend and gradually pushed his
prick into the tight but welcoming love channel. Sucking on the farm hand's
cock and being fucked by his teenage lover sent Nick into an ecstasy of
delight and he rocked backwards and forwards in his effort to ensure
maximum satisfaction for all, himself included. Phil had reached round and
started to wank Nick's shaft in time with the fucking action they were all
engaged in. Gradually the tension increased and the older teenager was the
first to lose control and he pumped ball cream into the birthday boy's hole,
causing Nick to also reach the point of no return as he did so. Still sucking
Tommy's cock, Nick sprayed his teen spunk all over the place as he fought
to remain in control. No sooner had he spent his load than the farm hand
gave a loud roar and emptied his load deep into the teenager's throat and
was amazed at the youngster's ability to swallow such a large amount of
cum without spilling a drop. Exhausted, but only temporarily, the trio lay
back against the straw bales and rested, but it was not long before they
were each ready to start again. This time Tommy and Phil changed places
but the overall outcome was the same and after several wonderful hours, in
which they had all but drained themselves of spunk, the three had to admit
that they were more than satisfied.

The afternoon of his birthday had more than confirmed for Nick what he
long suspected that he liked being a 'bottom' and nothing pleased him more
than to be available to service someone with his mouth, or his arse or both.
After that first time, the trio met regularly for several months but, like all
good things, their liaisons eventually had to come to a halt. Firstly, Phil,
who was that bit older than Nick, went off to Agricultural College and so he
was not around all that often except in the holidays, then Tommy also
moved away to another job and this left Nick all on his own. Frustrated at
the lack of any really good regular sexual experiences, Nick sublimated his
desires by working hard at school and, to his parents and his teachers'
pleasure, gained a place at Oxford.

On the evening before he left home to go to Oxford, Nick decided that he
ought to be honest with his parents and tell them that he was gay. This
proved to be a very distressing occasion, as first off neither parent could
believe that their only son was that way inclined, but, as realisation
dawned, they took it badly. Although his parents did not completely disown
him or throw him out of the house, they made it very clear that he would
not be welcome back at his parental home, except on rare occasions and
certainly never in the company of a partner. Nick was disheartened by his
parents' reaction but had little choice other than to accept their decision.
On the other hand, the youngster found comfort in the reaction of some of
his cousins, who, while being equally distressed by the news, had accepted
the reality and said that they would want to remain in contact.

Once at University, Nick found that he was not alone and that there were
quite a few people that shared his sexual orientation and interests and,
despite a few mistakes in choosing partners that turned out to be selfish,
had managed to develop a good and balanced life in terms of work and
social life at Oxford. It was here that he had first met Freddy Eversley and
had got involved in his group of friends and been invited to the party where
he had first met Martin. Nick was convinced that he and Martin were
destined for each other and had felt it from their first moment together. As
far as he was concerned, Nick thought that for the first time since the days
with Phil and Tommy, life was looking up.

The train from Oxford had arrived in Paddington and Nick had followed
Martin's instructions and found the block of flats where the older man lived.
Furthermore the young student had even succeeded in persuading the
person with the spare key that, although he was a day earlier than expected
he was indeed Martin's 'brother', the designation the two men had cooked
up to avoid any undue suspicions. Nick let himself in and looked around the
flat, noting the tasteful decorations and comfortable furnishings, as well as
the more important parts like the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. Taking a
book from Martin's many shelves of history and non-fiction volumes, the
teenager made a cup of tea and then sat down to wait, ready to surprise his
host the moment he arrived back home.

South of the river in his Police Station, Martin had found that the
excitement of the morning discoveries had changed into the semi routine of
detective work as he set to work trying to identify the victim from the
relatively few scraps of information he had acquired. Had he known what
his superior officers had agreed amongst themselves during this time he
would have been even more depressed. DS Morton had reported back to the
DCI the results of Martin's efforts that morning. Both men had agreed that
the young Constable had done well but that the paucity of the information
was such that they would waste a lot of time and essentially get nowhere.
Bob Prior, whose grasp of political correctness was at best slight, had
summed up his feelings to his Sergeant in his usual succinct manner,

"As far as I'm concerned, Ray, it looks as though some foreign vagrant
queen has been murdered, probably by accident! I agree there is the
question of the bogus park keeper, but there's no real evidence to connect
that person to the crime, is there? I suggest we let young Roberts have his
head for a couple more days and then, when he realises that it's hopeless,
I'll send him back to uniform but with a strong recommendation that he
should be allowed to join CID in the near future."

Ray had not been able to fault the logic of what his DCI had said and did not
particularly wish to so he agreed with the strategy. Despite this, when
Martin came to report back on his afternoon's work, the Sergeant gave no
hint that the team was just 'going through the motions' and gave
encouragement to the young PC, indicating that it was early days and that
another day might well bring forth more information.

When he finally left the Police Station to go home, Martin was so much
involved in the case that he completely forgot that he usually took
precautions because of the potential threat from Paul Turner and his
associates. Walking briskly to the tube station, Martin was lucky to catch a
train only moments after he entered the platform and was completely
unaware of a shadowy figure that had followed him all the way from outside
the Police Station and onto the train. The stranger stood in the next
compartment and had a clear view of Martin as he sat contemplating the
events of the day until finally he arrived at his destination. As was his usual
habit, Martin got up and made his way to the door some minutes before the
train arrived at that stop. Still oblivious to his 'tail', Martin walked the short
distance from his stop to the entrance to his flats and went in.

James Bryant, who had been discreetly following the young Constable since
he left the Police Station, made a mental note of the location which seemed
to him to be rather upmarket for a poorly paid copper. As a consequence,
the assassin decided to wait a few minutes to see whether this really was
the young man's address. James had been standing around for about half an
hour and was about to return to his bed and breakfast hotel, when he
noticed something odd. Two men that James had seen get on the tube at
the same time as he did were lurking in a side alley not far from the block
where the young Constable had entered. Uncertain whether the men had
been following him or Martin, James decided to leave but as he walked
away they did not make to follow him. Convinced that they too were
following Martin for some reason, the assassin began to forge a plan that
would solve what he regarded as one of his most pressing problems. As
James looked back, a figure that resembled the young policeman emerged
from the building and started to walk down the street towards him and the
two hidden men. The assassin was in a quandary, but decided to wait to see
what happened, especially as it might mean that the PC did not really live
in the block and that his home was elsewhere.

Some time earlier, Martin had reached the top of the stairs and was outside
the front door of his flat, when his next-door neighbour, Mrs Downs, came
out and said,

"Ah, there you are Mr Roberts, I just wanted you to know that I gave your
brother the key when he arrived earlier today and he let himself in."

For a moment Martin looked puzzled and started to say that he didn't have
a brother but corrected himself,

"I don't have a brother coming until tomorrow, but thanks anyway for
telling me."

The neighbour looked anxious and said,

"I hope I didn't do anything wrong?"

Martin tried to sound reassuring,

"Of course not, Mrs Downs, I'm sure there's a simple explanation."

Mrs Downs was still concerned,

"Shall I call the Police?"

Martin laughed and said,

"I don't think that's necessary, do you? However I will leave the front door
open until I know everything is OK. If I shout or you hear anything untoward
call the Police and get some help."

With Mrs Downs only a step or two behind him, Martin entered the flat
cautiously and carefully eased through the door to the main room. Nick,
who had heard the in the hallway, was waiting and leapt up and shouted,

"Surprise!!"

The young student had started to launch himself at Martin, but pulled back
when he saw Mrs Downs following him into the room. Martin turned and
grinned at his neighbour and sounded relieved as he said,

"It's OK, Mrs Downs, this is my brother, panic over. For some reason he's
arrived a day early."

After an equally relieved Mrs Downs had been formally introduced to Nick
she then made her departure, leaving Nick and Martin to greet each other
properly this time with a long warm embrace. Both men were tempted to go
straight to bed and make love, but the older man thought that they must
both be hungry and suggested that they delay the pleasures for a short
while. The proposal for a meal of fish and chips was warmly welcomed and
Martin suggested that, while he went round the corner to buy the meal,
Nick get things organised in the kitchen. Slipping on a short, light coloured
weatherproof jacket, Martin went back downstairs and out of the flat and
walked down the road in the direction of the tube station and local shops.
As he moved briskly towards the fish and chip shop, Martin did not pay any
real attention to the man standing across the road pretending to search for
an address. For his part, James Bryant noticed that the young man had
glanced at him and made to cross over but, before he could do so, Martin
had been distracted by a call from just behind him. Startled by the shout,
the young PC had turned to see a small group of local residents, several of
whom he recognised, walking quickly to catch him up.

It appeared that Martin was not alone in wanting a fast food evening meal.
It is quite conceivable that the timely intervention of this group saved the
young man from a severe beating or something worse. On discovering that
Martin was part of a large group, the two men that hade been hiding down
the side alley stepped back into the shadows and watched helplessly as their
target walked safely past. Paul Turner and one of his associates could only
curse their luck and, assuming that Martin was likely to be out for the rest
of the evening with the group of friends he had with him, decided that they
would have to postpone their intended action until another day. From the
other side of the road, James Bryant had watched with a wry smile the
frustration of his rivals' bid to get to Martin and was much relieved when he
saw them leaving, concluding, correctly, that they were indeed targeting
Martin and not himself. The departure of the other two men gave the
assassin, who had reached the same conclusion as they had about Martin's
intentions for the evening, the opportunity to leave without arousing any
suspicion. As James travelled back to his bed and breakfast hotel, he began
to formulate a plan that he believed would resolve all his growing anxieties.

Blissfully unaware of the dangers that might have faced him, Martin
returned home about twenty minutes later carrying two neatly wrapped
packets of fish and chips. Having carefully made sure that he was the last to
be served in the shop so that hardly any of the group would notice that
Martin had ordered two meals instead of his normal one. The group returned
the way they had come and parted at the entrance to the young
policeman's block of flats. Once inside, Martin went upstairs as fast as he
could and was pleased to see that Nick had everything ready for the meal
with cutlery on the table and an opened bottle of wine and two glasses.
Dispensing with plates, the two men hungrily ate their meal from out of the
wrapping paper and enjoyed a couple of glasses each of the good quality
wine. During their dinner Nick explained why he had arrived a day earlier
than expected and Martin expressed his absolute delight that he had been
able to do so. When they had finished eating, the two men quickly threw
the paper wrappings and scraps into the waste bin, rinsed the cutlery and
retiring to the bedroom, taking the remaining wine with them.

Eagerly undressing each other, it was not long before they were both naked
and admiring each other's body and especially each of their erect pricks.
Nick grinned at his older partner and said cheekily,

"I wonder what cock and wine taste like together!"

Martin laughed and said,

"There's only one way to find out."

In a flash, Nick snatched hold of the bottle of wine, pushed Martin back onto
the bed and proceeded to splash some wine down the front of his chest,
over his flat stomach and onto his pubic hairs before finally allowing some
drops to dribble over the exposed glans and down the erect shaft. Just as
speedily the horny student leant forward and took the rampant prick deep
into his mouth and sucked the tasty wine from it before releasing the cock
and licking up his partner's naked body from the root of his dick, through
the wine-sodden pubic hair and up to the pool of liquor that had gathered in
Martin's belly button. Martin sighed with pleasure as he felt his younger
partner's tongue and lips work their way all over his body licking his
sensitive and erogenous zones as the wine was lapped up. Nick finally ended
up kneeling directly over Martin, who indicated that the younger man should
position himself so that he could have his cock and balls sucked and his arse
rimmed. As soon as they were both in position and feeling comfortable, the
horny student resumed his oral action on his partner's rampant dick and
soon both men were slurping and sucking each other but being careful not
to tip their partner over the edge.

After quite a few minutes had passed, Martin deemed the time was right
and his partner's hole was well lubricated, so he gently manoeuvred Nick
into position so that the student was suspended directly above the waiting
cock and then slowly lowered him onto its head. Nick opened his legs as
wide as possible to allow the older man's large cock head room to enter his
more than welcoming hole and gave out a slight sound of delight as he felt
the spongy glans engage with the muscles of his sphincter. Slowly but surely
the horny student eased down onto the prick until it was completely inside
him and he was sitting on Martin's stomach.

Nick enjoyed having Martin's dick buried deep inside him and he paused for
several moments, not only to ensure that they were both comfortable but
also to just savour the moment and the feeling. For his part, Martin was
equally content to be lodged high inside his partner's hole and looked at
Nick's beautifully cut cock bobbing in front of his body. The older man
reached forward and gently caressed the shaft and velvety softness of Nick's
cock just as the horny student began to lift himself slowly off the rock hard
erection on which he was impaled. Nick pulled himself up until only the
head of Martin's cock was still inside his love channel and then pushed back
down again until his arse cheeks were once more resting on his partner's
stomach. Picking up speed slowly, Nick began to work himself up and down
increasing the friction on the prick that was inside him and causing Martin to
moan with appreciation at the skill and technique that the younger man was
demonstrating. With each up and down stroke, Nick's own cock was pushing
through his partner's grip and had begun to leak pre cum, which Martin
gathered on his finger and licked into his mouth with his tongue, before
offering some to his partner. After a few more strokes, Martin was becoming
concerned that he could not hold out much longer so he adjusted his
position so that he could sit up and kiss the horny student on the lips and
wank his cock as he did so. Both men were moaning appreciatively at the
response of the other, but, after a few more moments, Nick pushed Martin
back down and resumed riding the older man's prick. Martin surrendered to
the inevitable and relaxed, as the younger man worked hard to bring about
the climax both men desired.

It was not long before Martin's breathing became more ragged and it was
obvious that he was about to cum. Nick looked down at his older partner
and grinned broadly and he continued to ride up and down until he felt the
cock inside him swell and start to throb. Martin smiled lovingly back and
groaned,

"Oh .. fuck ... YEAH!!!!!"

Deep inside his guts, Nick felt the prick spasm and spray spunk all over his
insides as Martin's ball juice spewed out for what seemed like an eternity.
At the same time, the younger man had taken hold of his own cock and was
wanking the shaft vigorously. At the moment the older man's orgasm was
subsiding, Nick let out a shout of triumph, let go of his prick and it stiffened
even more as the piss slit widened to allow the release of his cum.
Squeezing his arse muscles tightly around the softening cock inside him, the
horny student fired several ropes of spunk out of his cock and watched as it
splattered onto his partner's face, shoulders and stomach, causing little
pools of pearly white semen to form. Nick gathered some of his cream onto
his finger and offered it to a smiling Martin, who greedily sucked the offered
finger into his mouth. A second helping was also offered but the older man
indicated that Nick should have that pleasure, bringing another appreciative
smile from the younger man. Realising that Martin's prick was slipping out of
his arse, Nick lay back down on the bed next to Martin and the two men
drifted into a period of contented relaxation after their lovemaking.

Unlike their previous meeting, Martin and Nick both recognised that, as it
was a weekday and Martin had to go to work early the next morning, they
could not spend the whole night making love, however much they wanted
to. The two men thanked each other for the great time that had each
enjoyed and kissed passionately and deeply before preparing to go to sleep.
Nick turned onto his side and cuddled up close to his older partner so that
he could spoon his arse cheeks against Martin's now flaccid prick and was
pleased to note that it was showing signs of regaining some hardness.
Nevertheless, the horny student respected  the agreement and within a
short space of time both men were enjoying a deep and contented sleep.

To his surprise Martin awoke even earlier than usual and was pleased to
note that Nick was still dead to the world. Gently pulling off the covers
Martin exposed the younger man's beautiful body and homed in on the
slightly hard dick that lay between his legs. Opening his mouth, the older
man took the cut head between his lips and began to slowly suck on it
before taking the hardening shaft further and further towards his throat.
Martin was not sure at precisely what moment Nick had awoken but he was
sure he was alert by the time the erect prick was fully lodged in his mouth
and he had begun to slurp up and down on it. For his part the horny student
squirmed with delight at the best wake-up call he had ever had and quickly
moved into a position so that he could return the pleasure to Martin. Within
seconds they each had the other's cock firmly lodged between their lips and
were working up and down from tip to balls, heads nodding in a kind of
syncopated rhythm. The taste of pre cum was soon on both their tongues
and each strove to bring maximum and heightened pleasure to the other
with their oral action.

Nick felt his balls tighten and the tingling sensation begin and he thrust
deeper into the older man's gobbling mouth. Martin greedily swallowed the
thrusting cock fully aware that his pre-breakfast serving of cream would
soon be delivered and waited for the inevitable to occur. He did not wait
long and the forceful blasts of spunk from the horny student's balls filled his
mouth and slid down his throat as Martin clamped his lips tightly round the
throbbing shaft to prevent any of the precious liquid from escaping. At much
the same time the older man's own orgasm was building and seconds after
he had received Nick's creamy tribute his own cock began to shower cum in
fast jests onto the student's tongue and into his throat. Both men were
breathing heavily as the climax reached its peak and slowly subsided and,
grinning with pleasure, they again kissed deeply and held each other in a
warm embrace until it was time for Martin to get up, shower and go to
work.

Before he left the flat, Martin prepared two cups of coffee and took them
back to the bedroom and placed them by the side of the bed. Nick stirred
and gazed lovingly at his partner and thanked Martin for the drink and for
the night that they had spent together. Martin kissed the young man on the
lips and barely resisted the temptation to suck him off again, contenting
himself with a gentle but firm caress of Nick's beautiful cut cock. After the
two young men had drunk their coffee, Martin took his leave, reluctantly,

"I'm sorry I have to go so early but thank you for everything. I hope you
have a good day today and that we can have another wonderful night
together tonight and tomorrow and do nothing over the weekend except
spend our time making endless, passionate love."

Nick, still drowsy, peered through his blue sparkling eyes at his partner and
replied,

"Thank you for coming into my life and for the lovemaking we've enjoyed. I
love your plan for how we should spend the rest of the week and I promise
to be good while you are at work."

Martin kissed his newfound love passionately on the lips and gave the lovely
cock a gentle fondle for one last time, and then, remembering something
that the couple had briefly discussed the previous evening, said,

"I'll try not to be too late back and, as you've decided not to go to the
theatre after all, perhaps we can go out for dinner tonight if you would like
to."

Martin heard a mumbled response that sounded like agreement as he slowly
walked out of the bedroom and out of the flat to catch the tube so that he
could be on duty in good time that morning. As he left the flat, Martin was
unaware that a number of even more dramatic events were about to unfold.

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