DISCLAIMER:
This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual overtones. I hope that you like this as a piece of writing.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES
Chapter 1
Martin Roberts slowly withdrew his spent prick from deep inside his lover's warm wet and welcoming hole. He smiled down at the face beneath him and was greeted with an equally warm response. Tom Baxter could feel his lover's prick softening and easing out of him having deposited a warm load of cum inside him. Martin had shot his load and the feel of the fat throbbing prick as it fired the ball juice had caused Martin's own cock to spray copious amounts of spunk over his own and Martin's body. Martin could see the large beads of cum on his chest and that of Tom and slowly scarped them onto his fingers, first feeding some into Tom's mouth then feeding the rest of the creamy substance into his own eager mouth.
Martin and Tom had been together for almost six years and to many people they were an odd combination. They were as different from each other as it was possible to be in terms of looks and career. Tom was tall, fair-haired, blue eyed, handsome, slim and almost devoid of hair. His cock was long and thin with a generous amount of loose foreskin covering an attractive pink cock head. Martin by contrast was short, dark, had average looks, was rather overweight for his height and was very hairy. His prick, like the rest of him was short and fat, making up for in girth what it lacked in length. The skin was mottled and it was topped with a very dark expose head - Martin had been circumcised for medical reasons when he was quite young. Tom was about five years younger than Martin but in terms of career they were both successful in their chosen profession. Martin was a high-flying policeman, a graduate entry who had impressed his superiors with his keen mind. Although openly gay, Martin had found that he had quickly won the respect and loyalty of his fellow officers and that his promotion had been on merit and not as a sop to the gay community. Tom by contrast had won a reputation as a human rights and civil liberties barrister who was the scourge of the establishment in general and the police in particular.
The pair had met at a party held at the home of a mutual friend. They each knew of the other but had never met but other guests at the party had hoped that some entertaining sparks when they locked horns at the dinner table. As things turned out, Tom and Martin did gently cross swords at the start of the evening but the discussion had been amicable and they had each seen in the other something that they found attractive. Thus, the only sparks that flew that night were ones of mutual attraction. When it was time to leave, the two discovered that they lived not far from each other and agreed to share a taxi home.
When the taxi arrived outside Martin's flat, he instinctively asked Tom in for a nightcap. Tom accepted and the two men entered Martin's flat for the first time. Once inside, the thought of a last drink almost immediately disappeared from both their minds as they gave in to the feelings that had been growing all evening. In less than two minutes they were crushed together in a sexual embrace and moments later after some initial difficulty they were naked and examining each other's body with their hands, mouth and tongue. They quickly reached the 69 position and they remained there until they had both reached orgasms. Martin indicated by his probing fingers in Tom's arse hole that he would have liked to go further but Tom resisted his advances. Martin was more than satisfied with the mutual oral satisfaction that they both gave each other. By the time their lovemaking session was over it was very late and Martin suggested that Tom stay over and was delighted when his new friend agreed. They slept together in Martin's cosy and spacious bed and later in the night their relationship was consummated when Tom reached for and found Martin's still rampant prick and slowly allowed himself to be impaled on it. Martin realised what was happening and he slowly but surely filled Tom's love channel and some time later, as Tom squeezed him tightly, Martin released his ball juice for a second time.
All that had been almost six years ago and they pair had lived together ever since that night. Shortly after they first met the pair sold their flats and bought a larger property in a fashionable part of London that was ideally situated for their work needs. They lived together in domestic harmony and enjoyed an active social life, but much of their time was taken up with work. It was really only on holiday that the pair really let rip and they had used their vacations to explore the gay scene in Greece, North Africa and more recently in Eastern Europe.
Tom and Martin were recovering from their sex of the night before and sleeping peacefully together when their peace was shattered by the sound of the telephone ringing urgently in the study. Martin awoke immediately somehow aware that at this time in the morning - it was only just after 6 a.m. - it was almost certainly for him. Martin got up as quickly and quietly as he could and, with just a backward looking glance at his lover still seemingly asleep, went to answer the telephone.
"Good morning, sir. Sorry to bother you at this early hour, sir but the Commander has asked if you could come in as soon as possible. He needs to see you urgently. Sorry, sir."
"Don't worry about it Constable Smith", Martin replied, once again showing his uncanny ability to recognise even the most junior of his officers by name after only a brief period of meeting them, " tell the Commander that I will be there in less than an hour, probably 45 minutes."
"Yes, sir and sorry again sir."
Martin walked back to the bedroom and then on into the shower. By the time he had emerged from the shower, Tom was stirring so Martin gave him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to the kitchen and preparing coffee. Martin prepared enough coffee for two and poured the hot liquid into the cups and went back into the bedroom. Tom was up and had been in the shower and he stood at the entrance to the en suite bathroom with a small towel wrapped around his waist and dripping water on the carpet. Martin made no comment but put the coffee down on the bedside table and went over to his lover. Tom and Martin kissed deeply and Martin's tongue invaded Tom's willing mouth and both could feel the effect on their groin, Martin would like to have had another lovemaking session but the need to get to work prevented him from taking this idea further, so reluctantly he disengaged. Tom grinned and asked in his pseudo northern accent,
"Trouble at t'mill?"
"'Fraid, so! The Commander wants me urgently. I'd love to stay and fuck you silly but duty calls!!"
"Plenty of time for that when you get back tonight", replied Tom allowing his towel to slip provocatively off his hips.
Martin drank his coffee as they talked and when he had finished he again kissed Tom warmly and then left for the underground station.
At that time in the morning the journey to central London was quick and easy. The trains were full but not overcrowded and it was usually possible to sit down and, if he had bought one, read a paper. So, true to his word in less than an hour Martin was at Scotland Yard and making his way up to see the Commander.
"Ah, Martin, come in. Thanks for coming in so early but there's a job come up and I think you are ideally placed to handle it."
"I'll do my best, sir", Martin replied.
"I know you will. First can I say I haven't chosen you just because you're gay but I think it will help; I've chosen you because I think you are the best officer to undertake this task. Do you recall the case in Manchester a couple of weeks ago - a young man found murdered and naked in some woods; he'd been asphyxiated and then the killer had removed his genitals?"
"Yes, sir I remember the case. Police in Manchester did not get very far. He'd been to a disco in a gay pub and then he turned up dead. Not much to go on and people not very cooperative."
"Right, Martin. Well, they found another person murdered using exactly the same method, only this time in Leeds. It looks as though we've got a serial killer on the loose and he needs to be caught. I've cleared it with Manchester and Leeds. I want you to coordinate the investigation. The details from Manchester had been faxed down and I have them here. When you've read the file, I want you to go to Manchester and then to Leeds. Hopefully you'll be able to sort the mess out in a few days."
"I'll try my best, sir", replied Martin, although he knew from previous experience that crimes like this were never easy to solve and always took weeks or months not days.
The Commander handed the folder to Martin, wished him good luck and then Martin returned to his office to read the details of the first murder. A constable brought a cup of coffee into his office and once settled Martin opened the folder. Martin had gained a good reputation over the years both inside the police force and outside. He had appeared on a number of television programmes and had spoken out for a better relationship between the force and the gay community. Martin's own team was made up of both gay and straight officers and all of them got on well and supported each other effectively. In London at least the team had gained the confidence of the gay community and Martin was highly thought of. Given the fact that the murder in Manchester appeared to have been a gay-related crime, when Scotland Yard had been contacted, Martin was the obvious choice to act as the coordinator.
Martin sipped his tea and opened the file. The report was a summary of the witness statements and other evidence gathered to date by the investigating officers in Manchester. The murder victim was a 20-year old student, David Brown. He was a bright and articulate student. He was active in the local university gay scene and was popular with his fellow students and staff. David had made no secret of his sexuality and had come out to his parents, brother and sister before he went up to university. They had accepted that this was his nature and had merely offered the usual sound advice about being careful and not doing anything foolish. Now in his second year - having spent a gap year travelling and doing voluntary work in Africa - David lived in a student house. The four other occupants of the house were Julie and Phil who occupied the largest study/bedroom, another guy called Simon and a gay girl called, Mary. The five got on well together and, on the night in question, David had persuaded Mary, who was celebrating her birthday, that the five of them should not go to the nearest pub for a night of drinking. Instead he offered to drive them to another pub, which all of them knew, was also a renowned haunt of gay people. David added that on that night there would be a disco. The pub was not all that far from the house and David could always leave the car behind if he got drunk and walk or take a taxi back with the others to their home.
David led the way to the pub in high spirits and, as usual, bought the first round. He tried unsuccessfully to persuade the others to go upstairs to the disco. Julie suggested that if he was that keen he should go upstairs himself and leave them to get drunk and celebrate Mary's birthday in typical student fashion. Julie also said that they would be fine looking after themselves and he was not to worry if he 'scored' as they could easily get a cab home. David had said he would probably go upstairs to the disco in a short while as it was still early. The others assumed that he had said this in the hope that they would change their minds and go with him. Once it was clear that they were not going to change their minds, David had said he would go anyway and had left them. He had waived to them as he went off. The last time any of the four of them had seen David alive was as he went off to the disco. The four had continued to drink for a while and then had decided to call a taxi and go home. Before they left, Simon had suggested that they leave a message for David saying they had gone and that he should pop into the disco to see if David wanted to come home with them. The others had agreed and Simon had gone to look for David. The disco was packed and the lights low. Simon looked in briefly but there was no sign of David so he returned to the others. None of the four noticed whether David's car was still in the car park. However, police found it still there in the morning.
The next morning the house began to stir and the four students emerged into the kitchen. As usual, Julie who was a politics student put on the television for the news. It was at this point that she heard a disturbing report on the local news about a naked body being found in woods close to where they lived. A shiver ran through her body as she realised that, quite unusually, David was not in the kitchen cooking his 'greasy spoon' breakfast. A quick check showed that his room was not occupied and his bed not slept in. This set further alarm bells ringing as David always came home, regardless of where he had been the night before or how late he had stayed. Julie told the others that she had an awful feeling about what she had just heard on the television. The others said she was exaggerating and persuaded her not to do anything about it. However, by mid morning there was still no sign of David and Julie called the police. Based on her description and other information she gave, the police called round almost immediately. It was later that day that police confirmed that the body found was that of David Brown.
The students were interviewed but were quickly eliminated from the list of suspects firstly because their stories were consistent and secondly because the evidence of the cab ride was confirmed by the taxi company. Unless one drunken student had left the house after he or she returned, they could not have been involved. A fact confirmed when the pathologists established the time of death. In any case the killer had to have been sober to do what he did.
David's body had been discovered by a man and woman talking their dog for a walk prior to going to work. It was lying in some bushes and was close to the main road but obscured from it by some tress and a lay-by.
The pathology report confirmed that David had not been drunk. There was alcohol in the blood but he was well below the legal limit to drive, consistent with maybe a pint of beer having been consumed. David had been asphyxiated, probably as a result of a plastic bag being placed over his head and held firmly in place. The body had been taken to the place where it had been found after death, the clothes removed and then, in a final horrific gesture, the killer had removed his genitals with a sharp knife. There was no sign of the clothes or any of David's possession near the scene of the crime and no evidence was found in the lay-by.
Local police had interviewed the students and some of David's other friends along with people known to have been present at the pub and disco. None of those at the disco recalled seeing David there but all pointed out that it was very crowded and the room was quite dark. The search for clothes and other evidence, along with a broadcast appeal on local radio and television had led to nothing further being found. No one came forward to report suspicious behaviour or blood stained clothing. The trail had gone cold.
From all he read Martin was able to agree with the tentative conclusion of the investigators to date. The balance of probability was that David met his killer at the pub disco and had gone off with the person, probably by car. Although the distance from the pub to where the body was found was not a great one, it seemed certain that they had travelled there by car. David would have been killed in the car and his body carried to the spot where it was found and mutilated there. The spot was a potential cruising ground and ideal for casual sex, so the presence of a car would not arouse much suspicion. The trees would have given the killer cover and when he had finished he could easily carry the clothes with him and destroy them, dispose of the knife and throw away the plastic bag. The other thing that struck Martin was that this was no ordinary killing nor had it been a sex game that had gone sadly wrong, the nature of the mutilation suggested venom and intense hatred in the mind of the killer. A further question stemmed from this last conclusion: was the hatred directed specifically at David or was it more generally at gay people?
The news from Leeds seemed to suggest that it was the latter explanation and, given the recent nature of this occurrence, Martin decided he needed to get up to Leeds as soon as possible. He cleared this with the Commander and they agreed that he should call in at Manchester before going to Leeds and establish contact with the team there. Police in both cities had agreed to second members of the force to join in a coordinated investigation of the two murders.
Not long after he had cleared everything with his superiors, Martin, along with one of his most trusted officers, was being driven northwards to Manchester. On the way, Martin phoned Tom and broke the news that he would be away for a few days.
"I'm on my way to Leeds via Manchester. Looks as though we may have a serial killer of gays on our hands. I've landed the task of bringing him to book."
"Or her, Martin", replied Tom.
"Yes, Tom, or her. I should be home at the weekend at the latest. Bye."
They learned little of value in Manchester but Martin met the investigating officers and then discussed which ones he could have join his team with the local police chiefs. Having selected the ones he thought most useful for the investigation, Martin then drove across the Pennines to Leeds. A pleasant enough drive if it had not been for the rather unpleasant purpose of his journey.
On his arrival in Leeds, Martin was taken straight to the place where the murder victim had been found. The area was already being searched by police officers and a tented area covered the actual scene of the crime. Martin was led to the scene by a police constable and introduced to the officer in charge. The chief inspector, Geoff Evans, asked grimly if Martin wished to see the body and Martin nodded. He was a bit squeamish but this was part of the job so he steeled himself for what he was about to see. Passing inside the tented area, Martin saw and dark haired man, completely naked and obvious dead, but seemingly unscathed except for the groin area from which the killer had skilfully removed the victim's genitals. To his surprise Martin found the scene even more distasteful than he had imagined it would be and was more than happy to withdraw and allow the body to be removed. On enquiry, Martin discovered that the victim had not yet been identified. This was, of course, the number one priority and extensive efforts were being made to resolve the matter. Hopeful leads had been forthcoming and each was being followed up.
Martin felt that he could not usefully do more at the scene except have a good look round to see what other similarities there were with the first murder. Everyone had made the assumption that it was linked to the death in Manchester and the method of killing and post mortem mutilation in both cases was the same. However, it could be just a copycat killing or a killing made to put the investigators on the wrong trail. Martin walked over to the area nearest the road and was immediately struck by how similar this second site was to the first. There was a major road not far away and a lay-by, protected on each side by trees and shrubs. Certainly, it was looking increasingly likely that this was the work of the same killer. Not only a killer that had struck again but also one that was able to move around from place to place. This would complicate the investigation. However, as the identity of the victim was not yet known and neither was his sexual orientation, it was not possible to reach a firm conclusion. Of course it was also possible that the murderer was not a gay killer at all but had some other motive for selecting and mutilating the victims.
Martin checked into a hotel in Leeds centre. A reasonable hotel belonging to a national chain and settled in for the evening. The food in the restaurant was good and the waiter had been very attentive. Tempting though a diversion might have been Martin never liked to 'play away from home' without first clearing it with Tom and Tom always behaved the same way. As he lay in his bed thinking about the sort of fun he, Tom and the waiter might have had together, the ringing of his phone disturbed Martin. The voice on the other end of the telephone was a police constable,
"We've got an id on the body, sir."
"OK, constable. I'll be right over."
Martin was soon at police headquarters and was being briefed by the senior officers working on the case. The identity of the man was now known: his name was Chris Jarvis, aged 29. The victim had worked in a local hospital and was on shift work. According to his parents, Chris had left the house for work at the usual time the previous evening. He had driven to work in his car. He had not been reported missing because he had been on night shift and he often stayed on for a while after his shift finished and ate breakfast in the hospital staff canteen. The reason for this was he preferred to return home after the rest of the household had gone to work so that he could get to sleep quickly. On some other days he would go round to see his girlfriend - to whom he was recently engaged - and would spend some time with her. When Chris' mother returned from work she was surprised that there was no sign of her son but assumed that he was with his girlfriend. It was only when Chris' girlfriend, Mandy, had called at his home and asked to see him that the alarm was raised. Neither of the two women nor the rest of the family had heard the local news or knew about the body that had been found. The first they knew that something terrible had happened was when a policeman had asked them for a photograph of Chris. The constable had taken one look at the photograph and had asked that the two women come with him as a body had been found. At the mortuary where Chris had worked, his mother identified his remains. Police were still waiting to conduct a full interview with the family and with work colleagues.
The details of the case so far were troubling to Martin Roberts. The evidence suggested that the same killer had struck both times but the account of the life style of the second victim suggested that this was a random killing and not, as he had suspected, a killer of gays. His thoughts turned back to the question of whether this was in fact a copycat killing. He was no further forward and was about to return to his hotel in a rather despondent mood when a constable arrived to make a startling report,
"Sir, I've just come back from the hospital, sir and they say that Chris Jarvis was not at work yesterday evening, it was his day off, sir!"
"Thank you, constable", Martin said, "That's very useful information. So if he wasn't at work, where was he and what was he doing?"
A few minutes later Martin had briefed the members of the Leeds team of investigators and, armed with a recent photograph of Chris, they went out into the city. Martin's mood had changed. He hoped to find evidence that Chris Jarvis had been visiting a gay pub or club the night before, at least that would settle the first issue of whether he was a victim of the Manchester killer. It took a little time but gradually reports from the investigation began to filter in, there was no doubt about it that Chris Jarvis made regular if infrequent, visits to a number of gay clubs and pubs in the area. He was recognised by bar staff who said that they never saw him arrive or leave with anyone. Checking back it was clear that the likeliest dates for his visits were on weeks when he was on night shift and especially on his day off. As yet, however, there was no news of any sightings for the previous night. The investigation was now looking at a serial killer and this was confirmed by the pathology report. Chris Jarvis had been asphyxiated in the same manner as David Brown and his genitals removed with a knife in exactly the same way as David. There could be almost no doubt that the killer of Chris Jarvis and David Brown was the same person. Martin decided to get his team together.
"OK', Martin began. "Here's what we got so far. Chris Jarvis, despite his engagement to Mandy, goes from time to time to gay venues. I would suggest he is one of those guys who would like to be straight but also likes a bit of gay sex as well. In all probability he would meet someone at the venue and have a quick wank or suck in the toilets and then leave. He could have met someone regularly; we need to find out. We also need to find out where he was last night as a matter of urgency. He probably met his killer there and maybe he was lured away from the club by some offer he could not refuse. He went with this mystery person and, at some point on the way he was murdered and then his body was driven to the place where he was found. That's my initial take on this. Anyone else want to comment?"
One member of the team spoke up,
"Well Sir, what about the girlfriend? If she found out what he was up to she might have decided on revenge."
"Good point, but two factors against that. Mandy has an alibi for last night - she was out with friends until the early hours at a hen party, plenty of witnesses saw her. Second, even if she had been sober, which she wasn't, she does not drive. But it's a point we have to clarify and thanks for that. Now I want you all to start working we need to find out where Chris Jarvis was last night. Let's get to it."
The investigators filed out and began to visit every potential meeting place in a systematic way. It was not until some hours later that the precise location of where Chris Jarvis had spent has last hours on earth was discovered. It was a small, discrete pub not far from the city centre. It had two bars and a backroom that was used for live music and discos. Although the manager of the pub did not recall seeing the victim one of the bar staff did. He had arrived about ten o'clock and had bought a drink. He had sat in a corner, alone, for some time. He drank his drink up but did not buy another and, when the barman next looked, he had gone. The witness could not say if the victim had left the pub or gone elsewhere, all he knew was that about 1130, Chris Jarvis was not sitting in the bar. Further enquiries revealed that there was some form of dance music in the back room of the pub.
This piece of information interested Martin because it was also similar to the pub in Manchester where the first murder had taken place and there had been a disco going on. Martin asked the officers to make further enquiries and also arranged to go to the pub himself. News that Superintendent Martin Roberts of the Met was visiting the pub in connection with the death of Chris Jarvis seemed to have a galvanising effect on both the investigating officers and the pub staff. Martin himself was not entirely unaware of this effect and was pleased by it. He talked informally to several staff at the pub and gleaned a small amount of extra information. On a night one several weeks earlier a member of staff had observed Chris Jarvis go into the toilet area, shortly followed by another man. The two men had emerged some time later and the barman concluded that they had had sex in one of the cubicles. Not longer after they emerged back into the main bar both men had left the pub, separately and using different doors. The witness had not seen the second man again although he had seen Chris Jarvis on several other occasions. The barman had not been on duty the previous night and so could not add much to the detail about the victim's last hours, but he did add that he had, in the past, seen Chris Jarvis go through to listen to the music in the backroom.
Mulling over the information he had gathered, Martin felt that it would be worth investigating in more detail what exactly was going on in the backroom: was it live music or was it a disco? If it was a disco this might provide a further link to the Manchester killing. Martin called the pub manager and discovered that the previous night there had been both a live band and a disco. The disco DJ had been supplied through a booking agency and he was unable to supply a name. However if the police contacted the agency then he was certain they would supply a name. This was a line of enquiry that Martin decided might be worth pursuing if only because it seemed to be one of the few leads not yet followed up. Martin also decided that it would be worthwhile having a general meeting for the two teams he was now coordinating. This would ensure that he was able to keep control of the direction that the enquiry would go in. In his own mind, Martin made the few deductions that he could based on the little evidence he possessed. He was now convinced that the same murderer had killed the two men. They had both been to a gay pub where there was music; both had died in the same manner and been mutilated after death in similar fashion. Several questions needed to be answered. Among the most pressing was whether the DJ at both discos was the same person. If so he or she might be at worst a material witness and at best a key suspect. In addition Martin wanted to know what sorts of other people went to such events and how many of them would cross the Pennines to do so? Could such people be easily found or identified, interviewed and eliminated or treated as suspects? Martin knew that his officers would use their best endeavours to find the answers to these questions but equally he was aware that the answer to the second question would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. None of the men chosen had given any indication of slowing down because of the nature of the victims but Martin knew that he and they were clutching at straws.
Thoroughly depressed by the lack of any clear leads and even more by the lack of any evidence, Martin returned to his hotel. He was hungry and realised he had been out most of the day without food. He was glad to note that the restaurant was still open but disappointed that the waiter from the night before was not on duty. He ate his food quickly and retired to his room. Martin lay on the bed half clothed and decided to call Tom. He dialled the number and he was immediately cheered by the sound of Tom's voice. Martin rehearsed what had happened and waited for a reaction from Tom.
"Sounds like you're going to have to wait until he either strikes again and leaves some evidence or he makes a silly mistake." Tom responded, stating as clearly as he could what Martin already knew.
"Yes that's just it. We have absolutely nothing to go on, except this DJ link but even that is pretty thin. How has your week gone, been slaying the bad guys?"
"Much as usual, thanks and yes I did manage a minor triumph over state bureaucracy. Wish you were here we could have celebrated in style."
"Me too. I don't feel much like celebrating but I am always more than willing to play my part in your celebrations."
"Don't go on, Martin, or you'll get me really horny and this conversation will turn dirty. I'm tired and I'd rather do this in person. Can you be home Friday?"
I expect so, Tom. Unless something sensational breaks up here in the meantime."
"OK, my love. Let's save ourselves 'til then. Good night and dream of me but save your ball juice for later."
"OK. You do the same. Love you." Martin said quietly as he replaced the telephone onto the cradle.
The next morning Martin met with the local teams from Leeds and Manchester and then spoke to the Commander in London. It was agreed that the next step would be to contact the booking agency and interview the DJ or DJs concerned with the discos. As the agency was in London, Martin was more than happy to undertake the work himself leaving the northern based officers to carry on looking for clues. Less than an hour later Martin was driving south to London. From his car he called and made an appointment to see the agency the following day. Before going home, Martin called in at Scotland Yard and spoke directly to the Commander.
Tom was delighted to see hear that Martin was returning earlier than expected and was already home by the time Martin arrived. Martin let himself into the flat and was greeted by the sight of Tom, dressed only in a skimpy cooking pinafore, his bare buttocks clearly on display. Tom looked round cheekily at Tom and grinned, Martin grinned back,
"Mmm, that's a sight for sore eyes!!"
"I'm cooking, Marty baby, you shouldn't interrupt a maestro at work!!"
Martin took no notice and slid his hand underneath the plastic garment and began to knead the firm buttocks of his lover. Tom groaned in delight and moved away from the cooker and said,
"Well if it's spoilt, it'll be your fault!"
They moved swiftly to the bedroom, Martin discarding his clothes as they went and by the time they reached the bed both men were naked. Martin spun Tom round and took his younger lover's uncut cock into his mouth, rolling back the skin with his tongue and kissing the cock head as it was uncovered. Tom allowed himself to be sucked hard and fast by Martin not caring how short a time it would be before he shot his load. Martin enjoyed the feel of Tom's cock head and the brush of his tongue on the frenum as he ran his lips up and down the shaft. Martin played with Tom's full balls sack and his fingers inched their way towards the waiting hole. As he sucked Tom, Martin inserted his fingers into Tom and could hear his lover sigh as the effects of his mouth and fingers drew him closer to orgasm. Tom began to call out,
"Oh yes, Marty, suck my cock, make me cum!! I've missed you these last days, I want to show you how much I love you!! Suck it baby, suck me hard!! Oh, yes, just there, that's the spot. You're driving me wild. I'm going to cum. Take it...take my load...Take it...NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
Tom's cock stiffened in Martin's mouth and his piss slit widened as the creamy cum churned in his balls and up the shaft. Martin felt Tom's spunk hit the back of his throat and his lover continued to spurt in waves, coating his tongue and throat with his warm cream. Martin swallowed all that Tom had to offer and would not let his cock out of his mouth until he had savoured every last drop. Slowly Tom's cock deflated and it became too sensitive to remain in Martin's mouth so he allowed it to slip out and watched, fascinated as ever by the sight, as Tom's foreskin slowly rolled back to cover and protect his sensitive glans.
Tom moved swiftly and pushed his older lover back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He was going to ride Martin, a position that they both enjoyed. Martin's prick was already wet with pre-cum and the exposed head was shiny as Tom licked it for a few more moments before raising himself up and lowering himself slowly onto the hard erection. Martin felt the end of his prick pressing against his lover's hole and then a few moments later it was lodged firmly inside Tom. Tom adjusted his position slightly and then pushed right down until his buttocks were resting in Martin's lap. Tom could feel Martin's balls pressing against his bare skin and then he raised himself up the shaft of his lover's dick. Martin watched as Tom worked himself up and down the hard cock. He loved this position and so did Tom, they could look into each other's eyes and express their love visually and silently. Tom increased the speed of his action on Martin's prick and Martin sighed and smiled at the exquisite pleasure he was receiving from his partner. Like Tom, Martin had not had an orgasm since they parted and the pent up desire soon took hold of him. After a short while Martin began to thrust upwards to meet Tom's downward movements. The look on martin's face told Tom that he was about to cum and so he stopped his riding motion, squeezed his muscles tightly to grip his lover's prick firmly and waited for the inevitable conclusion. Martin fought as long as he could to hold back but he could not do so for long. His prick gave a mighty shudder and then cum began to stream from his piss slit and splatter Tom's insides. Tom loved to feel the throb of Martin's prick as it shot its load deep inside him and he smiled his appreciation before kissing his lover on the lips. Eventually the two lovers disentangled themselves and lay back to rest for a short while.
Tom awoke first and returned to his cooking, Martin stirred a little later and walked naked into the kitchen. The pair sat naked eating the meal Tom had cooked. Over dinner Martin told Tom about the difficulties he was having with his case. Tom a she had done the night before offered sympathy but not much more. Both agreed that Martin needed a lucky and Tom hoped, for Martin's sake, that it would come soon.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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