Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 16:07:53 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts Investigates/Party Games-1

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

Thanks to all of you who have emailed me with comments
and told me how much you enjoyed the first 'John'
story. This is the second one and there are more in
the pipeline, although there may be a delay as I'm on
vacation for the next few weeks.

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.

PARTY GAMES
A Martin Roberts Mystery

Chapter 1

Commander Martin Roberts waited in the reception area
of Metropolitan Police Commissioner's office with a
feeling of mild anxiety. Martin had been summoned to
see to see his commanding officer earlier in the day
but the telephone call from the Commissioner's office
had revealed little of the purpose of the intended
meeting. Sir Thomas Brown had only recently been
appointed as Commissioner but most of the Metropolitan
Police were aware of his previous reputation for
efficiency and effectiveness. On this score at least
Martin felt that he and the members of his special and
sensitive investigations unit was beyond criticism,
given their high success rate in their caseload.
Nevertheless, as he had only briefly met the new
Commissioner and was unaware of his views concerning
the unit, Martin felt concerned about the forthcoming
interview.

On Martin's arrival, the Commissioner's PA, who had
smiled warmly at the Commander when he entered the
room, had greeted Martin, who, in turn, had responded
rather uncharacteristically with a somewhat
tight-lipped response. The PA still smiling had asked
Martin to take a seat and had informed him that the
Commissioner was just finishing a telephone
conversation with the Home Secretary and would be with
him shortly. No sooner had the Commander sat down than
the door of the inner office opened and the
Commissioner stepped out to greet Martin. Sir Thomas
was a tall man with a rather gaunt face wearing what
the Commander, who was normally a good judge of
character, guessed to be a rather insincere smile on
his face. Martin felt alarm bells ringing as he rose
and saluted his superior officer who acknowledged the
polite greeting and then said,

"Thank you for coming to see me, Martin, I have a
number of matters that I would like to discuss with
you. Come on into my office. I normally have a drink
about this time, can I offer you something - tea or
coffee?"

"No thank you, sir." Martin replied.

The Commissioner stood close to the door and looked
back at his PA and called,

"Just one tea then, Marcia, thank you."

Turning to Martin, Sir Thomas indicated a chair and he
and Martin settled down in reasonable comfort. As they
settled into the wee-upholstered chairs, Martin tried
desperately to suppress his feelings of apprehension
over the areas of discussion that were to be raised in
a short time. As the two men sat and waited for the
Commissioner's tea to appear, Sir Thomas engaged in
light conversation with the anxious Martin and
attempted to reassure him,

"I do hope I haven't caused you any undue anxiety by
asking you to see me today. As you know I'm still
fairly much of a new boy around here and I thought it
would be good to meet and talk with all my most senior
commanders. I know what most of you do and how well
you do it, but I really do like to get to know
individually those senior men under my command. I know
that you use the same techniques in your squad and it
seems to work well for you judging by the results and
the loyalty that you command."

Martin indicated that he understood the Commissioner's
position and that he appreciated the offer to have a
discussion along the lines that had been indicated,

"Yes sir I believe it brings the best out in everyone
if you show appreciation of their work and know a
little bit about their lives outside the force, not
intrusively so but enough to understand their needs."

"Absolutely, Martin. Ah, good here's the tea! Are you
sure you won't change your mind?"

Martin shook his head and watched as Sir Thomas
stirred sugar into his rather weak-looking tea.
However, as soon as the tea had been served, the mood
changed and the Commissioner turned to his main
purpose in meeting Martin,

"I wanted to tell you, Martin, that I have long
admired your skills and the expertise and the
discretion that you have engendered in the Special
Investigations Squad that you have built up. I know
that many of the cases you and your team have handled
have resulted in a high success rate and that is down
to you and your leadership skills."

"Thank you, sir, I think it is also down to the
dedication of the officers under my command as well",
responded Martin who then sat waiting for the `but' to
come, which it inevitably did.

Sir Thomas drank a mouthful of tea and then continued,

"As you know, Martin, I have been appointed to make
the Metropolitan Police both more efficient and more
effective and my political masters expect that to be
achieved in a way that allows more policemen on the
beat catching criminals and less of them involved in
administration and paperwork. In light of this
requirement, I have examined the existing command
structure at the Met and I am sure you won't be
surprised to learn I have some proposals for change.
As you can imagine, these changes will affect not only
you but also all the other major Commanders. I've
looked at your record and your particular strengths
and I believe that you would be an ideal person to
succeed Deputy Assistant Commissioner Brian Downs as
head of Scotland Yard's Press and Public Relations
division. I'm sure you know that Brian is due to
retire at the end of next month and I want you to fill
the vacancy. I have seen you on television and heard
you speak and you are just the image I want the Met to
present to the public. You also know how to be
discrete but still retain the confidence of the media.
However I also want to tell you that taking this job
does not mean that I want you to give up your command
of your existing squad only that I will expect you to
take a less active part in the day-to-day running of
the squad. I propose to invite your deputy,
Superintendent Mark Jamieson, to take over that aspect
of the work of the squad and to promote Chief
Inspector Mike Rickwood to act as his main assistant.
As I say, you will remain in charge and, you have my
assurance that you will take an active leading role in
all the most serious and sensitive investigations. I
realise that my proposals will have come as a bit of a
shock, Martin, but I believe it is in the best
interests of the Metropolitan Police Force that I make
these changes. Furthermore, although I can hold out no
promises at this stage, the new role brings with it a
greatly enhanced likelihood of further promotion."

Martin had been momentarily stunned by what he had
heard and had not realised that the Commissioner had
finished speaking and was awaiting a reaction but,
after a further brief pause, the Commander began his
response,

"Well, sir, I am very flattered that you think that I
could take over from DAC Downs. In my view, sir,
Superintendent Ron Alder is an excellent deputy in
Press and Public Relations division, wouldn't he make
an excellent head of that division? You must know that
I really do feel a much closer affinity to my special
squad and to active detective work rather than to what
is primarily a desk job. I would be very reluctant to
give up hat I'm doing now even if that did mean
passing over a chance of promotion. I agree with you
that Mark and Mike could easily give direction to the
special squad and I certainly would not want to stand
in their way, but even so I am very deeply attached to
the squad and the work that it does."

The Commissioner looked at Martin and gave him a
rather insipid and insincere smiles as he replied,

"I appreciate everything you say, Martin, but
notwithstanding your comments I still believe that you
are the best man for the job and that in my view
Superintendent Alder is not yet ready to take on the
top post. I am certain also that you will be able to
combine both positions that I am proposing. In
addition, may I repeat that you have my word that any
serious or important case will automatically be
assigned to you. On these occasions, the Press and
Public Relations division will be taken over by Ron
Alder who I believe is a very sound man and someone
who, after a further period as your deputy, may well
get the promotion you think he deserves. I will make
one other concession, Martin, do the job for six
months and if we both feel that it is not going well,
we'll review it. With this proviso, Martin, are you
willing to accept my proposal?"

The Commissioner continued to smile at Martin but the
Commander recognised that he was in no position to
turn down his superior officer's proposition. Martin
stood up and sighing said,

"Yes, sir, I accept your proposal and I look forward
to taking on the new responsibilities. I'm certain
that it will be a challenge and thank you for offering
me the chance to ask for a review of the position in
six months' time."

"Good, Martin, then that's agreed. I hope that you
will come to see this as a great opportunity both
personally and professionally. One final thing, I'd be
grateful if you kept this matter confidential. I have
other commanders to see and after I have spoken to
them I want to make a public announcement in a few
days' time. Of course, you may tell your two most
senior officers, Jamieson and Rickwood, in confidence
but no one else. OK?"

Sir Thomas rose to his feet and Martin, realising that
the meeting was drawing to an end, stood up as well
and replied,

"Of course, sir."

"Thank you, again, Martin", the Commissioner said as
he walked the Commander to the door and showed him
out.

Outside the door of the Commissioner's office Martin
began to realise what he had just agreed to do and his
mood started to get increasingly dispirited. If he was
being honest with himself the Commander did not want
to leave the squad that he had established and built
up to what it had become nor did he want to leave
behind the work that it did and which he so greatly
enjoyed. Press and Public Relations would be a new
challenge and an enjoyable one but it was essentially
a desk job and not the Commander's idea of a proper
policing job. However, like it or not, this was the
agreement Martin had reached and he would see it
through and hope that after six months he would be
able to convince the Commissioner that he was not the
right man for the job. In the meantime he would have
to explain to Mark Jamieson and Mike Rickwood what had
happened and to reassure them that not only could they
do what was being asked of them but also that he would
be available for the really big cases as and when they
arose.

As the Commander approached his own office he decided
that he would tell his two colleagues right away but
he was diverted from this course when he noticed an
urgent message pasted to the screen of his computer.
Martin read the message, which was from his partner,
Tom, requesting that he call him back as soon as
possible. Martin reached for the telephone and began
to dial the number even though he knew that the
purpose of the call was to ensure that he had not
forgotten about the coming evening and the thought of
what was in store then depressed the Commander even
more. As expected, Tom answered the phone and
immediately reminded his lover that they were
entertaining the Home Secretary to dinner later in the
day. Martin reassured his younger lover that he would
not be late but that he still had a few things to
clear up before he could get away. At this point
Martin did not mention to Tom the interview he had
just had with the Commissioner, as he wanted to think
about how he was going to explain what had happened to
his lover.

As soon as the telephone conversation with Tom had
been completed, Martin put out a message asking Mark
and Mike to come to his office as soon as they both
were free and that it was urgent that they did so
before they went home. Sitting in his office waiting
for his two fellow officers to arrive, the Commander
reflected on the events of the day and also the likely
course of the evening. If truth were known, Martin
much would rather have preferred a quiet evening alone
with his partner during which he could have unwound
and unburdened himself of his frustration at being, as
he saw it, removed from the job that he loved.
Disappointment had set in once it was clear that Tom
was not calling to say that their dinner guest would
not be coming, as had happened twice before when
business in the House of Commons had prevented the
Home Secretary from coming. Disappointed though he
was, Martin realised that there was work to be done
and he had to think carefully about what he would say
to his two most senior assistants when they arrived.

The Commander had just decided how he was going to
explain matters to Mike and Mark when they knocked on
his door and he asked them in. Martin indicated that
the two officers should sit down and, once they had
done so, began to speak,

"As you know I saw the new Commissioner this afternoon
and he has decided to make a few changes. What I am
about to tell you is confidential for the time being
but Sir Thomas agreed that I could tell you both about
the impending changes as you will both be affected by
them."

As Martin spoke he was aware that both Mark and Mike
had exchanged glances and were looking somewhat
apprehensive but he decided it was best to carry on
and give the details of what was being proposed,

"To cut to the quick, in a few weeks time I shall be
taking over the reins in Press and Public Relations
Department whilst still retaining overall
responsibility for this Special Investigations Squad.
In effect, this means that I will be available only
for general advice in routine criminal investigations
but I will be expected to return to command for the
more sensitive and difficult cases. In terms of the
day-to-day running of the Squad, therefore, Mark will
be in command and you, Mike, will act as his deputy.
It probably will mean eventual and I hope not too long
delayed promotion for both of you. The official
announcement about all the changes the Commissioner is
proposing will come in a few days time, until then I
would be grateful if you would keep this information
strictly between ourselves."

Both Mark Jamieson and Mike Rickwood had turned quite
pale while Martin was speaking but now their facial
expressions were a combination of both excitement at
the new opportunities opening for them and
disappointment that they would be losing their
much-loved Commander. After a short pause, Mark spoke
for both of himself and Mike,

"I really appreciate the opportunity this will give
me, sir, and I'm sure that Mike does too, but I want
to say it does not seem fair taking you away from the
squad you built up and made a success."

Martin smiled at his two friends and responded,

"I'm not leaving you completely and either you or Mike
will have to brief me frequently on progress in the
cases we are investigating. What we have to realise is
that times are changing for the Police Force and no
one person can stand in the way of that and never
forget that no person is more important than the job."

This time, Mike tried,

"We know that, sir, but it's still not right."

Again Martin smiled and said,

"In almost any other circumstances I'd say `hear hear'
and suggest that we should all go out and have a few
drinks together, but I can't. Tom's invited the Home
Secretary, James Broadbent, for dinner tonight and,
naturally, I am expected to be there. So we will have
to postpone any drinks until after the official
announcement has been made, then I will arrange a
celebration for the whole squad."

Mark nodded, smiled and then hugged his friend's hand
and Mike followed suit. As the two junior officers
were about to leave, Mark turned and said,

"When you're talking to James Broadbent this evening,
tell him from all of us at the Met that we do not like
the new Police Bill he's introduced and express the
hope that he will drop it forthwith!"

Martin smiled back and replied,

"I will indeed, Mark. I will indeed, but I doubt if it
will do any good. I'll be in a minority of one. Tom is
very enthusiastic about the key proposals!"

The new Police Bill was the reason why Martin was not
looking forward to the coming dinner party. The first
reason was because, like almost every other Police
Officer in the country, he resented the proposed
legislation, which was to be the flagship policy for
the coming year's legislative programme. In
particular, Martin objected to the clause that would
allow for defence lawyers to ask the Courts to appoint
people to investigate cases independently if they
believed that the Police had not been thorough in
their own conduct of the case. Martin accepted that
there had been terrible miscarriages of justice and a
number of poor or inadequate investigations but they
were trivial and the government's response was
something of a sledgehammer. Martin's second reason
was more personal in that he and Tom were in general
disagreement over the need for the legislation and the
matter had caused some heated discussion between both
men. The difficulties had in no way affected their
overall relationship but both men felt the strain when
the subject was discussed. It was obvious that the
conversation that evening was bound to turn to the
issue and Martin knew that he would be on the
defensive again, arguing his case against the other
two. Despite his misgivings, Martin cleared his desk
and prepared to go home, determined as far as possible
not to allow the evening to get too intense.

Martin was lucky with the trains and arrived home in
good time. The children, Harry and Simon, were staying
with Tom's sister overnight. This was a pleasant
change that had come about only recently. For many
years Tom had been estranged from his family and, with
both his parents dead, he only had his sister, Ginny,
whom he rarely saw. The change in the relationship
came about with the sudden and unexpected death of
Tom's brother-in-law in a motor accident and it was
this tragedy that had brought Tom and his sister back
together. After the funeral Tom and Ginny had made up
their difference to such an extent that, six months
after the death of her husband, Ginny and her children
had moved into a village only a few miles from where
Tom and Martin also lived. Ginny's children, David and
Caroline were a couple of years older than Harry and
Simon but all four children got on well and they had
all gone on holiday together that summer. On their
return a fairly regular routine of staying over had
started. As an only child whose parents had died when
he was still in his early twenties, Martin had come to
appreciate the value of an extended family. On
personal level, the older man had got on well with
Ginny and they had become friends and Martin was also
delighted that Tom had been able to re-establish a
relationship with his surviving family and that all
the children got on so well.

As he entered the front door, Martin could hear voices
and was aware that the dinner guest was already there.
Tom had known James Broadbent for more than twenty
years as they had both been at University together and
had then moved into the same chambers to begin their
training as barristers. Both young men had been
involved in radical politics and, while Tom decided to
fight the system in the courts, James had involved
himself actively in left-wing politics. Having married
the daughter of a leading member of the Labour Party,
the aspiring politician had gained a safe seat after
only one attempt in a hopeless by-election. Martin
also knew James through his work with the Police
Federation and over the years had been involved in
discussions with a number of senior Opposition
politicians. As a person, Martin liked James but found
some of his view rather confused and his approach to
handling the Police was far too radical. Tom had
attempted to re-assure Martin that his contacts within
the Labour Party were certain that there was little
chance that James would be given the opportunity to
put his more radical policies into effect. However, as
things turned out, a series of well-publicised
blunders and the work of investigative journalists to
expose police incompetence over the previous few years
had played into the hands of the radical reformers.

Although he had had a long wait for Opposition, James
Broadbent was given a seat in the Cabinet immediately
after his party's election victory and had, in the
most recent re-shuffle, been promoted to be Home
Secretary. Immediately on taking over James had
indicated that he intended to undertake a radical
review of Police roles and functions and his main
proposals had been included as one of the top
priorities in the recent Queen's Speech. It was these
suggestions that had caused considerable anger and
disquiet among the majority of policemen and women,
including Martin. Tom, on the other hand, had been a
vociferous and ardent supporter of the proposed
reforms that were bound to provide the basis of much
of the conversation at dinner that evening.


Martin took off his coat and then walked into the
living room and greeted his guest,

"Good evening, James, it's good to see you again",
Martin said and he shook his guests hand and, having
poured himself a stiff drink, then moved over to sit
next to his partner, Tom.

James Broadbent smiled back and said,

"Good to see you too, Martin and congratulations, by
the way, on your new position. I'm sure you'll be very
good at it."

Tom looked puzzled and said,

"What new post is this, Martin? You didn't tell me."

Martin responded,

"No. It only arose this afternoon. I'm to be head of
the Met's Press and Public Relations division but I'll
still retain overall control of the Special Squad as
well."

Tom whistled and said,

"Sounds like a tall order to me!"

James shook his head and said with a cheery smile,

"I'm sure Martin is up to it. I said as much to the
Commissioner when he talked to me about his planned
changes."

At this point, Tom got up and announced that dinner
was ready and the three men walked into the dining
room. The start of the meal was largely small talk but
gradually the conversation turned to politics.

"I was sorry to hear from Tom that you are bitterly
opposed to my proposed legislation, Martin", James
Broadbent opened his attack.

"Yes James I do oppose it as unnecessary and extreme.
It's a sledgehammer to crack a nut. It will cause, no,
it has caused resentment among the thousands of
officers who do a good honest job every day. Of course
there are rotten apples and mistakes are made but this
is going too far."

Tom broke in and said,

"I don't agree, I've seen far too many of these cases
in my time and the opportunity to have an independent
investigation if the Defence barrister can convince
the Court that there are grounds to do so, seems to me
to be a reasonable one. The evidence that is
discovered would be available to both sides and could
easily support the Crown's cases as much as it might
vindicate the accused. Furthermore, if the Police have
done a good job what have they got to be scared of?"

"I'm sorry, Tom, I think it is unnecessary and I will
continue to argue against this legislation, but if it
goes through, like all law-abiding citizens I will
work with it. I hope that it will be scrapped as
unnecessary when it is seen how little it will be
used."

At this point the Home Secretary weighed in, "

"I doubt it, Martin. I understand from Tom that even
your local MP, Nick Trafford, who is very bright and
will soon be promoted into the Government, is actively
supporting this measure. The Whips tell me that he has
asked to speak in the House in favour of the Bill when
it come up for it Second Reading in a few weeks."

Martin shrugged his shoulder and then replied,

"That's fine by me, James. I agree with you about
Nick, he is a good MP and from what I know of him he
deserves to be promoted. However, I'm sorry he has
taken the stand he has on this piece of legislation,
but that is his right and I accept it. In any case, as
you know, Tom is the person who is active in the local
party and I'm sure he and his friends will have
lobbied for their point of view and won Nick over. On
the other hand, although I vote for your party, I am
not a paid-up member as I regard that as potentially
causing a conflict of interest especially in light of
the police work that I am involved in. But on the
question of your proposed legislation, I frankly don't
think we are ever going to agree."

The Home Secretary gave Martin a curious look and then
nodded his head and responded,

"I think you are right on this point, Martin and I
really can't see that I'm going to persuade you
otherwise",

After saying this, James Broadbent caught Tom's eye
and suddenly changed the subject of the discussion and
continued,

"By the way, this is an excellent wine we are drinking
and it is a great accompaniment to the equally good
food. Can you tell me where you found it? Who did the
cooking, was it you, Tom? You always used to be a dab
hand in the kitchen as far as I recall."

It was Tom that replied to the question,

"Well, actually the food was a joint effort. Martin
prepared the first course and the pudding and I did
the main course. We're glad you enjoyed it. As for the
wine, this summer we went to France to take Harry and
Simon for a beach holiday and my sister and her
children came along as well. This meant we could share
the duties of parenting a bit. One day while we were
there we took the opportunity and to do a bit of
touring around the area and we happened on this
village and picked this wine up at a local winery.
Between us we bought a couple of cases and shipped it
back with us in the car. It's rather good for a small
village wine that you won't find over here, isn't it?"

The mood lightened from the earlier heavy discussion
and the conversation between the three men drifted on
about wine and food and children and holidays. When
the meal was finally completed and coffee had been
drunk, the Home Secretary announced that he would have
to leave, as he had to return to the House of Commons
for a Division vote at ten o'clock. Martin and Tom saw
him to the door where an official car waited to drive
James Broadbent back to Westminster.

After the Home Secretary had left, Tom looked over at
his lover and said,

"That wasn't all that bad now, was it? I didn't expect
him to gang up on you quite so much as that but I
thought you stood up to him quite well, especially as
officially he is your political boss!! One thing
became clear to me during the discussion and that is
that we are never going to agree on the issue of his
proposed legislation and I don't want it to come
between us. So I promise I won't mention another word
about it. What do you think? And also you must tell me
more about your new job."

Martin smiled back at his partner and said,

"It was pretty unpleasant I thought but I agree that
we should agree to differ about the legislation and
say no more about it. By the way, thanks for reminding
me, I'd completely forgotten that the Home Secretary
is the Police Authority for London for the time being.
Frankly, I don't want to waste valuable time telling
you about my job except that I gained acceptance that
the change would be reviewed in six months' time. What
I was really hoping was that as we have the house to
ourselves for the night we could make a far better use
of our time than talking more shop."

To reinforce his point Martin placed one hand firmly
in Tom's groin and, as he fondled lover's cock through
the material. The older man was delighted to note the
reaction of his younger lover's cock as it hardened
and grew longer at his touch. Tom groaned happily and
responded to his partner's advances by kissing Martin
on the lips and gradually loosening his shirt. Both
men soon realised that they were in an awkward
position and could not undress each other sitting
down. Without a word the two lovers stood up so that
each of them could have better access to slowly and
sensuously undress the other. Within minutes, both men
were naked, and their clothes were scattered across
the floor of the living room. The excitement of the
disrobing meant that the two men's dicks were showing
a full state of arousal. Martin did not hesitate to
take control and immediately knelt down in front of
Tom so that he was on a level with his partner's
rampant cock. Once in position, Martin used his tongue
to lick the shaft before he slowly engulfed his
lover's rock-hard dick between his lips. As the head
moved in between his lips the older man used his
tongue to roll back Tom's protective foreskin and
allowed his saliva to lubricate the younger lover's
exposed glans. Tom stood above his partner and placed
is hands gently on Martin's head as the older man
began to rhythmically tease his piss slip with lapping
tongue. As his lover moaned with pleasure Martin
started to slide his tongue along the underside length
of the shaft, paying particular attention to the
sensitive area around the frenum. Once the shaft was
full lubricated with saliva, Martin again took Tom's
fully exposed cock head between his lips and drew the
full length of the hard dick between his lips and into
his mouth until the younger man's balls were slapping
against his face. When he felt the cock head reach his
throat, Martin stopped for a moment. After savouring
the feel and taste of his partner's warm dick lodged
firmly in his mouth, Martin then began to draw his
lips back along the shaft and allowed the
well-lubricated cock to slide gently out of his
grasping lips. Tom's cock was only inches from
Martin's mouth and the older man pushed it flat
against his lover's stomach as he sucked the younger
man's balls into his mouth and started to tease them
with his tongue. Gently Martin took Tom's heavy balls
into his mouth and bathing them with saliva. It was
clear from the sounds that Tom was making that he was
excited by what his lover was being done to him,

"Oh yes, Marty!! That is so good!! Suck my balls and
then take my cock back inside your warm mouth and
throat!! Your lips feel so good when they tease my
dick!! Lick my piss  slit!! Suck me off, Marty!! I
want you to make me cum and fill your mouth and throat
with my jizz!!"

Martin was encouraged by what he heard and continued
to administer the oral attention he was giving to
Tom's cock and balls. Very soon, having licked and
salivated all over his lover's cock head and piss
slit, the older man had slowly sucked the whole length
into his mouth until he could feel the head of Tom's
cock entering his throat. Martin's tongue lapped
around the hard shaft and the exposed head before
slowly Tom allowed his cock to withdraw momentarily
from the warm and welcoming mouth. Almost at once the
younger man began to push his cock back in and out of
the older man's mouth, gradually increasing the speed
of his face fucking action. With each inward and
outward thrust, Tom's cock was covering Martin's lips
and tongue with pre-cum. At first Martin's fingers
played with Tom's balls but then he gradually worked
them round until they were poised at the entrance to
the younger man's love channel.

"Finger fuck me as you suck me, Marty!! I can't hold
out much longer!!"

Martin's fingers entered Tom's hole and he quickly
located the prostate, which he teased and ticked in
time with his sucking motions on his lover's cock.
Tom's body began to tingle and shake and it was
obvious that it would not be long before Martin's
efforts would reap their reward.

"I cumming, Marty!!!! ^Å I love you Marty!! ^Å  I'm ^Å.
Cumming!!!!!!"

Martin did not stop his efforts and felt the shaft
expand and then the regular throbbing as Tom's ball
juice filled his mouth and throat. Saving some of the
precious cream for his partner, the older lover slowly
allowed Tom's cock to slide gently out from between
his lips. Once free of the invading dick, Martin moved
into a position from which he and his lover could
exchange a kiss and he could transfer cum from his
tongue into Tom's mouth. Tom swallowed the proffered
jizz and recovering his breath said,

"Thank, Marty, I needed that and as usual you knew
just how to get the best out of me!! I love you so
much!! Now it's your turn!!"

Tom took hold of Martin's hard prick and gently
squeezed the velvety cut glans causing a wad of
pre-cum to ooze out. The younger man smeared some on
his lover's dick and then used the rest to further
lubricate his hole. Drawing Martin ever closer, Tom
positioned Martin's prick right at the entrance to his
love chute and encouraged his partner to enter him.
The older man's prick slide gently inside the younger
man and Tom began to push against the invading prick
as it impaled him. Martin flexed his love muscle
inside his lover's hole and both men felt a thrill of
expectation as the older man's cock brushed hard
against Tom's prostate.

"Yes, Marty, push your love pole deep inside me!! Show
me how much you love me!! Fuck my tight hole and cover
my insides with you hot cream!!"

Martin's prick drove deeper inside his partner and
then he began to withdraw until only the head remained
firmly wedged inside.

"Feel my dick head just inside your warm hole, Tom!!
Feel me loving you!! I'm going to fuck you long and
hard!! Squeeze your muscles tightly as I fuck in and
out of you!!!"

Tom again began to push himself towards the invading
cock and squeezed hard to grip the thick shaft as it
moved faster and faster in and out. Martin began to
breathe more quickly and sweat began to cover his body
as his exertions grew more strenuous. Although he
wanted to keep his promise that the fuck would be long
and hard, Martin knew that the point of no return was
fast approaching and, with one final deep lunge inside
his lover, the older man stopped his thrusting. Tom
knew the signs and squeezed his love channel so that
he could grip Martin's prick as tightly as possible.
Both men felt the shaft begin to throb uncontrollably
as the older man's orgasm erupted deep inside the
younger man's hole and coated his insides with cum.

"Yes, Tom!!! Feel my love for you flowing out!! I love
you, Tom!!! .. I .. love .. you!!!"

Martin's gushing cum finally subsided and the older
man slumped down to lie in Tom's embracing arms as he
fought to recover his breath.

"Thanks, Tom!! I love you!!"

"And I love you too, Marty!!"

The two men lay close together, exhausted but
contented and gradually drifted off to sleep. Although
both men had things they needed to discuss there was a
tacit agreement that these discussions could be left
until the following day. In the morning Martin told
Tom all about his interview with the Commissioner and
listened while his lover offered sympathy for what had
happened. Both men realised that there was nothing the
Commander could do but bide his time and hope that the
review in six months' time would lead to a reversal of
the position. Until then, Tom pointed out that Martin
had no choice other than to accept the inevitable.
However, when the Commander got into his Office the
next day he was in for another surprise. The
announcement of the changes at Scotland Yard were to
be made that same day and Martin was informed that he
would take up his new post sooner than expected, in
two weeks time.

On hearing this news, Mark Jamieson had organised a
farewell party for the Commander on his last day in
full command of the squad. All the existing and a
large number retired members of Martin's squad, along
with colleagues from the support staff and other
Divisions were ask to gather in the squad room. A
collection had been organised and, after consulting
Tom, it had been decided to but Martin a valuable
coin, which the Commander had been looking to buy for
himself, for his collection. Martin was greeted with
cheers and slaps on the back as he entered the room
and found himself inundated with offers of drinks. As
he circulated Martin saw old faces and familiar faces
all wanting to say a few words but he was slowly
propelled to the front of the room and up onto a small
platform. Once he had decided that everyone was
present and the party was in full swing, Mark called
for silence by tapping a glass and announced to groans
that he would be making a short speech and then be
presenting Martin with the gift they had all
contributed to. Once the banter had died down, Mark
began to talk,

"We are all here today to honour Martin Roberts who
was the founding officer in charge of the squad to
which most of us are or have been members. We also
welcome other colleagues who have worked with Martin
in the past. Martin has shown by his own example a
flair for leadership and has instilled in me, and I am
sure in all others here today, a greater understanding
and sympathy for the diversity of human nature and
human failings than I had when I first joined the
Force. His kindness and tolerance has been a hallmark
of his leadership and we have all in our turn
benefited from his warmth and humanity."

Murmurs of agreement spread through the room as Mark
paused and then the Superintendent continued,

"Martin, all of us here have come to say 'goodbye' to
you as you leave your post as overall Commander of the
squad, albeit, we hope, temporarily. I know I speak
for all of us when we say that we look forward to
seeing you back with us soon but in the meantime we
want to wish you good luck in Press and Public
Relations. I'm sure you will bring all your best
qualities, the ones that we have all benefited and
learnt from to your new posting. As token of our
esteem, it is now my pleasure to present to you this
signed card and this gift which we hope will act as a
happy reminder of the times you have spent in command
of this squad."

Mark shook hands and then hugged Martin as he gave him
the gift and the rest of the party goers clapped and
cheered enthusiastically. Martin opened the package
and beamed with delight when he saw the much-coveted
coin shining in its box. Visibly moved, the Commander
held up his hand and, gradually, the room fell silent.
In slightly shaky voice, Martin started to speak,

"Well, Mark, everyone, what can I say? Well, never one
to miss the opportunity to express my opinion, I'd
like first of all to thank everyone for coming and for
this splendid gift, which I shall treasure always. I
know also I do not deserve even half the kind words or
the expense that you have gone to today to make sure
that my departure is marked in a fitting manner. This
is even more so because this is 'farewell', rather
than 'goodbye', as I shall still have an overall,
watching brief on this squad. This squad is, and has
always been in my view, made up from the finest, most
efficient and effective group of officers in the
Metropolitan Police, if not in the country. I suppose
I should know I hand picked most of you!!"

Martin waited a moment as a ripple of laughter greeted
these words and then he continued,

"I know that I leave you in the more than capable
hands of Mark Jamieson, a fine officer and someone who
has been with the squad since its inception. It has
been my privilege to work with him and Mike Rickwood
and, indeed, all of you. We have set high standards in
this squad and I am proud of how well we have all
worked together to make it the success it has become.
We have worked with sensitive and effectiveness to
bring wrongdoers to account for their actions. I am
confident that these standards and success rates will
continue to be maintained by Mark and Mike, because if
they don't I shall want to know the reason why!

Again Martin paused as laughter punctuated his remarks
and then he concluded,

"Finally, I'd like to end on a serious note. Thank you
all, once again, for coming today and thanks for the
wonderful gift but above all I cannot say how grateful
and honoured I am to have led this squad and to have
enjoyed your loyalty and support over all these years.
Thank you all very much indeed!!"

The audience clapped for several minutes before Martin
walked into the body of the squad room. As he did so
his fellow officers crowded round to say their own
personal words to him and to offer him drinks. Out of
the corner of his eye, Martin saw Tom standing close
to the door, smiling lovingly at his partner. The
younger man pushed his way through the crowd to join
his lover and together Tom ad Martin made their way to
the heavily laden drinks table. The two men knew that
the party would go on for quite some hours and it
would be a long night. Tom had arranged for transport
to take them home in the early hours of the morning.
As Martin enjoyed the party both he and Tom were
grateful that they would have the weekend to recover
before they had to return to work.