Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2004 12:26:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts/Party Games - 5

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exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

WARNING:

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by acts of a homosexual nature.

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Always indulge in safe sex.

Chapter 5

Martin had returned home to the house he shared with
Tom and their children in a very depressed mood.
Neither the efforts of Harry and Simon before they
went to bed, not the attentions of Tom afterwards had
done much to improve the Commander's mood. Even the
suggestion that the two lovers should retire to bed
early and have a leisurely session of lovemaking had
been greeted with something less than enthusiasm.
Martin had thanked his partner for the offer but had
indicated that he had neither the willingness nor the
enthusiasm to follow it through. Instead, the older of
the two lovers sat in his chair and poured a second
rather large glass of whisky and proceeded to drink it
slowly. Taking the hint Tom retired to bed deeply
concerned at his lover's depressed mood and anxious to
try to make things better but unable to think how. It
was quite some time before Martin finally came to bed,
by which time Tom, having laid awake for some time,
had fallen fast asleep.

Any hopes that things might seem better in the morning
were shattered by the shrill ring of the telephone,
which Martin, struggling to force himself awake,
answered. At the other end of the line was
Superintendent Ron Alder, who was acting in charge of
the Press and Public Relations Unit. The message he
had to deliver was far from welcome,

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but there an item in one of
the tabloids that I think you need to see, urgently.
I'll fax a copy over to you so that you can read it
before you come into work."

Martin inwardly groaned but thanked his colleague for
the consideration he had shown towards him and asked,

"Is it bad?"

The voice at the other end sounded suitably
embarrassed as he replied,

"Well, it's certainly not good, but, as you'll see,
arguably only of indirect bearing on the case. It
should be coming through on your machine now. I
suggest you read it through and call me back after
you've finished."

"OK, Ron, and thanks again", Martin said as he put the
phone down and walked over to the fax machine that was
already spilling out a long message.

The headline across the top of the tabloid front page
read,

"GAY MP DUMPED ME AFTER HE WAS ELECTED"

The banner headline was followed by the subheading,

"HE WAS A TIGER IN BED AND ONE MAN COULD NEVER SATISFY
HIM"

The story was printed all over the first page with the
information that there were several more pages of
revelations on subsequent pages. Martin scanned the
article, written by a reporter, whose name he
recognised, Alan Birch. Most of the story consisted of
an interview the journalist had conducted with a man
called Darren Wright, who claimed to have shared a
flat with Nick Trafford for several years before the
gay activist had been elected to Parliament. On the
remainder of the page there were some poor quality
photographs of a short, white man, who was probably,
Martin guessed, a few years older than Nick Trafford.
The Commander was rather surprised at the dead MPs
choice of partner as he did not appear to be all that
attractive, but Martin had long since given up on
speculating about human attraction. The remainder of
the press account contained a short and not too
detailed descriptions of the life the two men spent
together, followed by the assertion that the murdered
politician had been known to frequent cruising areas
to pick up casual sex partners.

By the time Martin finished reading the faxed copy,
Tom was up and making coffee, trying to be as quiet as
possible, so as not to wake the children, Sitting in
his dressing gown at the kitchen table, the older
lover handed the fax over to hiss partner, who took it
and began to read. Martin, who greatly valued Tom's
opinion, sat in silence drinking his coffee and waited
for his lover to finish the article and make a
comment. Eventually, the younger lawyer put the pages
down and gave his initial reaction to what he had just
read,

"If you wanted to do a hatchet job on our late and
lamented MP, then here it is. Who is this journalist
and how did he find this alleged `former lover'? That
certainly would be my first question and after that,
I'd want to know why this Darren Wright character
chose to spill the beans now and not while he was
alive?"

Martin, who had assumed that the article had resulted
from good investigative journalism, was somewhat taken
aback by his partner's reaction,

"I've heard of the reporter. Alan Birch is well
respected in the profession and has got some good
stories in the past. I haven't dealt with him
personally, but I'll ask Ron Alder to get more
information about him. Are you suggesting that this
might be a put-up job, Tom?"

The younger man looked back at his lover and replied
grimly,

"I think it highly possible, Marty. Looking into the
past examples may be useful to see if this reporter
gets his stories from particular sources, but I'd be
more interested in knowing how he got on to this
Darren Wright character. I know that when I was
involved in the party meetings that selected Nick
Trafford to be the parliamentary candidate for the
constituency, there was nobody on the scene. I think
some of us would have known if there had been. So I'm
tempted to say that the assertion that the partner was
dropped as soon as Nick was elected is at best an
exaggeration and at worst untrue. I assume that nobody
has mentioned the name of Darren Wright to you, have
they?"

Martin shook his head and said,

"Not at all, there was no evidence that Nick Trafford
had a partner now, although we have not dug back that
far to see what the position was before he entered
parliament. That was to be the next stage of the
investigation. It's obvious that we'll have to talk to
these two people sooner rather than later. I think
I'll alert Mark and Mike and make arrangements for
them to be brought in first thing. I expect I'll have
an uncomfortable few minutes with the Commissioner, no
doubt echoing the Home Secretary before the day
properly begins. I'm also going to get Ron alder
involved on getting background on the reporter."

Twenty minutes later, Martin was dressed and on his
way to Scotland Yard where he was soon joined by his
three most trusted senior colleagues. Copies of the
tabloid newspaper article had been made available and
the Commander, knowing that Ron Alder had already seen
the article, asked Mark and Mike to read and comment
on its content. While this was going on Martin asked
Ron to brief him on what was known about Alan Birch,
the reporter. The Superintendent was able to supply
some details,

"Well, sir, he's fairly young, probably early
thirties, but has built up a formidable reputation for
landing scoops, He seems to have influential contacts
who point him in the direction of getting them as
well."

Martin looked at Ron and said,

"Any idea of the identity of these contacts? Could
they be from inside the Government or Whitehall?"

The Superintendent shook his head,

"He's covered such a wide variety of stories, it's
difficult to pin down a single source. I suppose it is
possible that he's been tipped off by someone in
government service, but I doubt if we can be certain
about that."

Again Martin pressed the point,

"What about Special Branch? I know they've been
delving into Mr Trafford's background, I have their
official file, or at least the bit of it they are
prepared to release to us. Donald Gough gave me what
he claimed they had on the victim but added something
about the MP disappearing at regular intervals and
them not being able to trace him. Is it possible that
there is a connection between this mystery and the
reporter?"

Ron Alder looked thoughtful for a moment,

"Well, the scoops have been on a range of issues over
the years, but nothing seems to tie them directly to
Special Branch. The odd story might have come from
such a source but most are domestic rogue trader,
quack medicine type stories. As for the second
possibility you raised about a connection between
Trafford and Birch, I suppose it's possible, but I
have never heard anything about such a thing and,
again, I'd say the MP's interests, both before and
after he went into parliament, were not of the kind
that would have helped with the journalist's stories."

As it was obvious that the other two senior officers
had now read the article, Martin was happy to leave
the discussion there for the time being and, so, he
and Ron returned to the table and joined them,

"What do you two make of this story?"

Mark Jamieson was the first to respond,

"My initial reaction was that this is an excellent
piece of investigative journalism and, if the
allegations are true, it certainly raises the
possibility that Mr Trafford was on Hampstead Heath
for a sexual liaison. On the other hand, it just seems
somehow altogether too convenient for this to appear
right now. I propose that we bring in the reporter and
get a statement from him as soon as possible."

Mike Rickwood nodded and added,

"Yes, I agree it struck me that either the reporter
was fed the story by the source for whatever motive or
he was pointed in the right direction by someone, who
wanted us to follow the line that this was a
`gay-bashing' incident. I think we should also
interview Darren Wright, check on his motives and his
whereabouts on the night of the murder. If he's as
jealous as he appears, arguably he has a motive for
murder as well!"

"I wouldn't go quite that far", Martin said, quietly,
"but I do agree we need to talk to both these people
as soon as possible, so I'd like you two to arrange
that for me. Mark why don't you go and find Mr Birch
and bring him in for an interview. It would be a good
idea if you took Aly Young with you as well. She needs
to get more experience. Once Mr Birch has told you
where Mr Wright can be found, let us know and then I'd
like you, Mike, to go and pick him up. I don't want
them to be in contact before we've seen them. OK?
While Aly, Mike, Mark are bringing in the other two,
Ron, would you root out as many of Mr Birch's articles
as you can? I won't be idle either, before too long, I
have a feeling that I will be spending a short, and
not very comfortable, time with the Commissioner. I
want to be able to tell him that we are pursuing the
lines indicated in the newspaper. At the moment, we
haven't got much else to go on, but I really am
inclined to the view that that this is not the right
direction to be looking in to find the guilty party.
I've got a gut feeling that convinces me that this is
a political crime and not a sexual one, but, I have to
admit, I have no evidence to support that conclusion."


The Commander had only just finished speaking when the
expected summons to see the Commissioner was received.
This summons deprived Martin's colleagues of the
chance to react to his comments about the case. As the
Commander made his way to see his commanding officer,
the other officers set about the programme that Martin
had outlined. Martin's interview with the Commissioner
was not quite as bad as he had expected because the
Commander was able to reassure his boss that he was
acting on the information contained in the newspaper
article. Sir Thomas had appeared to be impressed with
the speed with which martin had acted and by the fact
that the Commander had been at his desk for several
hours already. Nevertheless, it was clear to Martin
that the revelations in the press had persuaded the
Commissioner that the main line of enquiry should be
concerned with the idea that Nick Trafford's killing
was connected to a sexual motive, a view that the
Commander did not fully share,

"Of course, we are taking action to interview the
people involved with the newspaper article, sir, and
that is our first priority for today. However, I have
some other politicians I would like to speak to as
well and I hope that you and the Home Secretary will
agree that I can continue to pursue all lines of
enquiry. It is very early days, sir, and I know we are
all anxious for a result, but I have to say that the
revelations in the press this morning struck me as all
too convenient."

A strange look crossed the Commissioner's face as he
looked back at Martin, but it quickly passed and Sir
Thomas replied, evenly,

"I promised at the beginning that this was your case.
There will be political cooperation but no political
interference from the Home Secretary and politicians.
I keep to that undertaking. You will be free to pursue
those lines of enquiry that you deem appropriate."

The Commissioner paused for a moment and a slightly
malign smile crossed his lips as he concluded,

"Naturally, I have every confidence in your
professionalism and in your judgement on these
important matters. However, it will be you who must
take responsibility for the conduct of the case and
deal with the consequences, good and bad."

Martin acknowledged the two-edged support from the
Commissioner and left Sir Thomas' office with some
concern that, despite the protestations to the
contrary, he was in the middle of a political
minefield. However, Martin was determined that,
whatever the dangers, he would, indeed, pursue the
case in his own way and uncover the truth about the
murder of Nick Trafford.

Meanwhile, across London, Kenny Watson and Andy Laurie
were just beginning to stir back to life. The horny
couple had celebrated their good fortune in landing a
job in Phil Lloyd-Williams' pub by spending almost the
whole of the previous day in bed. The pub landlord had
telephoned early in the day to say that neither of the
two young men need come in that day. However, Phil
added that he had arranged everything for them to
start their new jobs following day and move into the
pub permanently at the weekend. Despite this, the
horny couple had only finally got to sleep in the
early hours of the morning. At various times during
the day and the earlier part of the night, the two
lovers had experimented with seeing how long each of
them could keep the other excited without making them
shoot their jizz. During the course of this marathon,
Kenny had demonstrated slightly more control than his
younger partner, but the older of the two, had still
seemed to be very vulnerable to Andy's oral technique
of using his tongue to tease back the foreskin and
lick the frenum. This was precisely what the randy
teenager was doing at this moment as he brought both
his lover and his prick to full attention. Kenny was
still pretending to be asleep but both men knew this
was not the case, but the younger partner played along
with the idea. Andy's lips steadily engulfed his
partner's cock and his tongue delved into the piss
slit to extract as much pre-cum as possible, before
spreading the clear liquid over the exposed and
sensitive head. After taking the full length into his
mouth and throat the teenager pulled his head back up
and off the throbbing length and licked down the
underside of the cock until his tongue reached the
frenum, which Andy then proceeded to tease and nibble.
At this point Kenny gave up his pretence of being
asleep and moaned with pleasure,

"Fuck, yes!! .. Don't stop!! .. Lick my cock right
there!! .. Wank my shaft and play with my balls!! ..
I'm going to give you  a creamy breakfast in bed!!!"

Laurie did as his lover instructed and began to use
his hands to wank up and down on the base of the shaft
as his tongue continued to send tremors through the
throbbing cock as it teased the sensitive frenum. With
one hand working the older partner's shaft and balls,
the fingers of his other hand being used to spread
pre-cum over the head and his mouth and tongue, Andy
was driving Kenny ever closer to the inevitable
orgasm. Anxious to receive the promised breakfast
mouthful of cum, the randy teenager refused to alter
the pace of his the manual and oral assault on his
lover's cock and it was obvious from the throbbing and
twitching that Kenny was at the point of no return.
Andy knew this too and moved his mouth into a position
from which he could engulf the exposed head of his
partner's cock and used his tongue to tease the piss
slit. Kenny's cock stopped throbbing for a moment and
then the rush of ball juice pulsed through the rampant
shaft and filled the teenager's mouth with salty, warm
spunk. As the piss slit widened and began to spray the
jizz into his mouth, Andy greedily swallowed and drank
the breakfast offering, Kenny gasped out,

"Take it!! .. Take my load!! .. Swallow my hot cum
down your sweet throat!! Eat it all!! .. I want to
fill you .. with .. my .. love juice!! .. Yeahhhh!!"

Throughout this period, Andy's own dick had not only
been rock hard, but had also been producing copious
amounts of pre-cum to lubricate the sensitive glans,
still half covered by his foreskin. Once a hand was
free from working on his lover's cock and balls, Andy
wasted no time in using it where it was most needed.
As he sucked on his older lover's spouting prick, the
teenager wanked his cock covering and uncovering the
head with his vigorous strokes. By the time Kenny
orgasm had subsided, Andy's was building up and he
adjusted his position so that his older lover could
watch as he brought himself off. Kenny lay still
watching as his young partner's hand worked furiously
up and down the shaft and Andy moaned and cried out,

"Look how excited I've got, sucking your dick!! .. I'm
wanking myself off!! .. I'm going to shoot all over
your face and body!!! .. I can taste your cum on my
tongue and lips as I wank!!! It's making me sooo
horny!! I'm .. going .. to .. cum .. for you ..
soon!!!"

Kenny looked back up at his partner and urged Andy on,

"Oh yes, Andy!! .. Cum for me!! .. Shoot your spunk on
me!! .. I want it on my face and body!!! .. Don't hold
back!!! .. I'm ready and waiting!!!"

Andy's face screwed up with an expression of agony and
ecstasy as the tingling in his balls built up to a
level that craved release. The teenager knelt above
his lover and pulled back his foreskin so that it was
fully clear of his glans and held his cock firmly, but
completely still. Andy let out a low cry as his dick
shaft gave a throb and several ropes of spunk flew
from the piss slit striking Kenny on his nose, mouth
and chest. Two more, less intense, spurts followed
before the stream of cum finally dried up to a
dribble, but Kenny scooped up every last drop with his
fingers and then sucked the hot jizz into his mouth.
The older lover watched as his partner sank exhausted
back onto the bed beside him and then said,

"It was amazing watching your cock shoot such a load
all over me, Andy, especially as we both had more than
our fair share of spunk-ups yesterday and last night.
I don't know where you store it all, and I don't care
either!"

Andy grinned in a tired way and whispered hoarsely
back,

"You're one to talk! You filled my mouth with ball
cream and must have shot as much as I did both now and
beforehand!!"

With that, the two young lovers drifted back into a
sleep and only woke again when it was time to get
ready to go to work. Tempting though it was to start
another session, Andy and Kenny knew that their boss
would also be expecting an after-hours party to
celebrate their first full day in work and the fact
that they would be moving into the pub at the weekend.
They showered together and then got dressed and made
their way the short distance to the pub where they
were to start work. They need not have rushed as the
pub was not due to open for the best part of an hour,
but Phil Lloyd-Williams beamed with pleasure as he saw
his two new employees arriving and ushered them
through to the back of the pub. Once they were in the
living quarters, Phil reached forward and fondled the
front of the jeans of the two younger men, whose cocks
dutifully sprang to life at his touch. The jovial
landlord smiled at Andy and Kenny and said,

"It looks as though you've been missing me on your day
off. I was going to wait until we closed tonight, but
I think we've got enough time for me to have a quick
bit of fun before we open."

Phil knelt down in front of the two barmen and
smoothly unzipped their jeans and pulling them down
off their hips. Noting the pleasant bulges in their
underclothes, the landlord pushed his mouth and face
against the hard shaft first of Andy's cock and then
onto that of Kenny's, licking the cloth covered dicks
with his tongue and making the cotton material all
wet. The two young barmen moaned with delight and
pushed each other's underwear down in order to allow
Phil better access to their pricks. The landlord
grasped a cock in each hand and gently rolled back the
foreskins before alternatively sucking first Kenny,
and then Andy, into his mouth. With a small adjustment
to the way he was standing, the older of the two
barmen managed to position himself in such a way that
his cock could slip in between the landlord's willing
mouth and still leave room for the head of Andy's dick
to slide in alongside it. Phil revelled in the
pleasure of having two cocks in his mouth at the same
time and skilfully used his lips and tongue to
stimulate both his partners. The head of Andy's cock
moved gently in and out of Phil's mouth and as it did
so it added a further stimulation to the shaft of
Kenny's cock, which remained firmly in place at the
entrance to the landlord's throat. To add to the
exciting scene, Andy was wanking his cock shaft and
each forward stroke of his hand coincided with the
return of his exposed glans to the inside of Phil's
warm and welcoming mouth. Even though the teenager had
already shot a huge load only a few hours earlier,
Andy was excited by the sight and was more than
content to bring his own relief by hand, as Phil's
expert tongue licked his piss slit and together they
stimulated Kenny's twitching rod. The teenager fought
to remain in control but knew that he was about to
lose the battle. As he struggled to maintain control
over his body and his breath Andy called out loudly

"Lick my piss slit, Phil!! .. I'm .. getting .. very
.. close!! I want you to eat .. my .. cum!!!"

Kenny added his encouragement too,

"Yes, Phil, suck Andy's cock!! Make him shoot his load
in yr mouth!! I want to feel his sticky jizz on my
dick shaft!!"

On hearing these shouts of support, Phil's used his
expert tongue to tease the youngster's piss slit and
the tip delved deep inside to try to reach the spunk
that was already on its way from Andy's balls. Moments
later, the angry slit opened and the horny teenager
screamed with delight as a stream of warm cum spewed
out and covered the landlord's tongue and thumped into
the shaft of Kenny's cock. Andy gasped out as he shot
his load,

"Here .. it .. cums .. !! I'm .. filling .. your
..mouth .. with .. my .. spunk!! Eat .. it .. Phil!!
.. Eat .. it!! Eat .. it .. all!!!"

The feel of his partner's love juice hitting his shaft
and making it all greasy and slick was electrifying
for Kenny, who pulled his cock a short distance back
to allow Phil's the opportunity to swallow the horny
teenager's jizz. The older barman could not wait long,
however, and was soon pushing his cock back deep into
Phil's eager mouth and throat. With Andy's cock
deflating still beside his hard shaft, Kenny began to
steadily face fuck the sucking landlord. As he did so,
the older barman shouted,

"Suck my cock!! .. Feel me face fuck you while Andy's
cum is still on your tongue!! .. You're going to have
two horny young guys shoot their cream into your
greedy mouth and down your throat!! .. Eat it all!! ..
Here ... I ... Cummmm!!!"

Although Andy's cock was beginning to feel quite
sensitive, he was sufficiently excited to be able to
ignore it for a short while so that he could feel his
friend's cock throb as he shot his load into Phil's
mouth. The teenager urged his randy lover to finish
what they had started,

"Fuck his face, Kenny!! .. Take his cock, Phil .. Suck
both lots of cum down!! .. Oh, yes, Kenny!! .. I can
feel your cock shooting!!!"

Kenny's cock head had swelled and the gobbling
landlord was happily receiving a second load of young
man's spunk and swallowing it down his throat. At some
point, Phil had obviously extracted his own cock from
his jeans and it was sticking out in front of him
begging for attention. Although still heady from his
orgasm, Andy had finally allowed his cock to slip out
of the landlord's mouth and so was in a position to
reach down and wank the shaft of Phil's short, fat,
cut cock. It only took a few strokes before the older
man was ready to cum. Phil had finally stopped sucking
Kenny and began to moan with pleasure at the same time
as he use his tongue to complete a clean-up operation
on Kenny's cock. As the older of the two barmen
allowed his now spent and sensitive cock to slip from
between Phil's lips, the landlord's own cock erupted
and fired a volley of small, but powerful, spurts of
jizz all over the floor in front of him. For a moment
or two the three men relaxed in order to give their
bodies time to recover and when he was ready the
landlord found a cloth and cleaned up the mess on the
carpet. Smiling at his two new employees and willing
sex partners, Phil said,

"Thank you, both of you, that was great!! It's been a
long time since I've had such sexy and willing
employees!! I can see we really are going to make a
happy and contented team!! I know it's not possible
for you to move right away, but I can tell you I can't
wait until you move in at the weekend!! With a bit of
luck, there'll be plenty of time today for us to
continue the celebrations, at least I hope there will
be!"

Kenny and Andy nodded their enthusiastic endorsement
of the fact that they were looking forward to coming
to live at the pub and that they were also more than
willing to follow up on the suggestion of more fun
later in the day. Looking at the clock, Phil added,

"Look at the time, we'd better make a start by getting
properly dressed, then we can bottled up and make sure
everything is ready for the pub opening time. By the
way, when we've ready would one of you mind running
round the corner to the newsagents and getting a
couple of newspapers for the bars?"

Kenny was the first to finish dressing and so he was
delegated to fetch the newspapers, while Andy and Phil
remained behind to prepare the pub for opening time.
Ten minutes later, the older barman returned with the
papers and distributed them around the bars. As luck
would have it, trade that lunchtime was particularly
heavy and it was not until the mid-afternoon closure
that any of the three men serving in the pub got much
of a break. When they did so, Andy casually picked up
one of the tabloids that had been thrown onto one of
the seats and took it into the living area at the back
of the pub to read it. The other two men had remained
behind in the bar finishing the last of the clearing
up. Moments later, the teenager, who was supposed to
have been getting some food for himself and his fellow
workers, returned to the bar in an excited state and
called over to Kenny, asking to have a word. When his
friend walked over and joined him, Andy waved the
front page of the paper in front of him and, in at
state of some excitement, said,

"Judging by the picture here, I think it is of the guy
I saw walking past on the footpath in Hampstead Heath
the other night. It says he was an MP and that he was
murdered. It looks as though he was killed just after
I saw him. The Police are asking for witnesses. Do you
think I ought to tell someone what I saw?"

Kenny looked slightly nervous. It was the first thing
he had heard about any murder, probably because he was
not one to listen to the news on read the papers. The
older barman thought for a moment before replying to
his lover's question and then said,

"No, not just yet. I think we should all read the
article first and find out more about it. After that
we can decide whether we need to say anything or not.
There's no need to come forward and draw attention to
ourselves if we don't have to, but it certainly
explains all the Police activity up there over the
last few days. Also we don't want them thinking either
of us had anything to do with it or asking too many
questions about why we waited until now to say
anything."

Seeing the two young men chatting, Phil came over and
said,

"What's the conference all about? I hope you're not
having a union meeting and about to demand more pay or
better conditions, are you?"

Andy explained what the problem was and what Kenny had
just suggested. Phil said that he understood the
teenager's dilemma, but agreed with Kenny and
suggested that, as soon as they had all eaten
something, the three of them should decide what to do.
It was some time later that Andy, Kenny and Phil had
the chance to sit down together and the landlord
learned the full story of the night that Nick Trafford
was murdered and what it was that bothered Andy so
much about what he had read in the press. The teenager
explained his concerns to the other two,

"It says in the paper that this MP was probably
murdered because he was out looking for sex and met up
with the wrong people. I know that there are all sorts
of people around on the Heath, such as people who like
to go out `gay-bashing'. When we first got together,
Kenny warned me about that risk, but I saw the man
that night and it wasn't like that. He didn't appear
to be looking for sex. I made it obvious that I was
available but he walked straight by. I know he was an
important guy and all that, but he did not even look
at me or glance in my direction. He seemed to know
exactly where he was going, but I just don't believe
he was there for sex."

Phil smiled at his young employee and, having placed a
hand on Andy's inner thigh in a comforting manner,
responded to his concerns,

"It's just possible that he didn't see you. Even if he
did, despite the fact that both Kenny and I find you
irresistible, maybe you were just not his type."

Kenny nodded in agreement with the older man's comment
and he also put a reassuring hand on his young
friend's inner thigh. The older barman was surprised
and pleased to discover that his hand made contact
with the one that Phil had already placed there a few
moments earlier. The pub landlord ginned mischievously
at both the other men, as Kenny spoke,

"Yes, Andy, you've just said that he looked as though
he was on a mission. Maybe he just didn't want to get
mixed up with you because he had arranged to meet
someone else."

The teenager, whose cock was beginning to swell as a
result of the actions of the other two on his crotch,
shrugged and said,

"I guess you could be right. Nevertheless, I could
have been the last person to see him before he met
whoever killed him. I do really like what you're both
doing to me at this moment so don't stop, but,
afterwards, I think I will go and tell the Police what
I saw."

Phil indicated that he was happy with the compromise
and said so. Still feeling the growing bulge in Andy's
jeans, the oldest of the three men pushed back his
chair and indicated that the two youngsters should
join him on the floor. Once there, the landlord leaned
over and extracted Andy's now hard cock from his
jeans. At the same time, Kenny moved round and
position himself in direct line with the bulging jeans
of his employer, leaving the teenager's face pressed
close to the older barman's groin. Within moments, the
three horny men, having completely undressed, lay on
the floor naked and formed a daisy chain with each
mouth wrapped enthusiastically around someone else's
cock.

Andy, Kenny and Phil worked their lips and tongues up
and down cock shafts and pre-cum covered dick heads.
The oldest of the three, and by far the most
experienced, was an expert in sucking uncut cocks and
Phil's efforts were sending shivers of excitement
through Andy, who in turn was showing with own
expertise in sucking Kenny's throbbing prick. The
older of the two young lovers was delighted by the
feel of his teenage partner's mouth on his rigid tool,
but was equally enjoying the taste of Phil's cut cock,
which was being pushed in and out of his mouth. The
room was silent except for the slurping and sucking
noises coming from all three men, who were bobbing
their heads in rhythmic syncopation.

At one point, Andy felt a finger probing his tight
sphincter and knew that Phil was keen to finger fuck
him as well. The randy teenager opened his legs as
wide as he could in order to ensure that the older man
had better access. However, it was not long before the
effect of the finger penetration brought contact with
Andy's prostate, which caused his cock to twitch
uncontrollably and, in turn, hastened the horny
barman's orgasm. Somewhat involuntarily, the
teenager's balls tightened in their sack, the shaft
stiffened and the piss slit widened as, without much
warning, Andy's hot spunk emptied into the Phil's
expectant mouth. Swallowing the youthful, great
tasting cum was enough to send the landlord over the
edge and, just as the teenager's jizz dried to a
trickle, Phil began to shoot his load onto Kenny's
tongue and down his throat. The knowledge that his
young lover had already given Phil a good mouthful and
caused the older man to reciprocate into the older
barman meant that Kenny could not hold out much longer
either. The teenage barman who was the only one not
yet to receive a reward was still working his mouth on
his friend's cock but recognised the signs that he
would soon also be given his reward. Andy waited
excitedly as his partner began to fire ball juice into
his warm throat and the horny teenager gratefully took
all that his lover had to offer. As the three dicks
deflated and slipped out from the sucking mouths,
their owners lay back on the floor and fought to
recover their breath. Phil watched as the sensitive
heads of the barmen's cocks were covered by foreskin
and hid them from his view. Phil's cut cock also
became flaccid and he sought to protect the sensitive
areas around the head before each of the three sex
partners fell into a short, but pleasantly refreshing,
doze.

The rest did not last long because the three men had
to get the pub ready for the evening opening. Kenny
was first up and roused the other two, who sleepily
got dressed and joined in with the preparations. When
all was ready, Phil grinned at Andy and indicated that
he should use the telephone and the young teenager
disappeared back into the living area behind the main
bar. While they had been working, Andy had already
told the other two what he intended to say and they
had made a few suggestions for improvement but
generally they had thought that the teenager's
intended statement was good. Looking at the list on
the wall, Andy found the number of the local Police
Station and dialled the number. As soon as the call
was answered, a slight panic came over Andy and he
stammered,

"H .. hello, m .. my name is Andy,"

A kindly and encouraging voice from the other end of
the line gave Andy more confidence and he carefully
made his prepared speech,

"It's about the murder on Hampstead Heath, you know,
the one where that MP got killed. I have some
information that might be helpful. I saw him there on
the Heath, shortly before the time it says in the
paper he died. I didn't have anything to do with his
death, but I may have been one of the last people to
see him alive."

The Constable at the Police Station took a small
number of details from Andy and told the teenager that
he would pass the message on to the investigating
officers. The Constable added that, if these Officers
though it worth interviewing the young man further
they would be in touch. Andy felt that he had done his
duty and was quite excited at the prospect of helping
with a murder enquiry but this feeling slowly left him
as the hours went by and he heard nothing further.

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