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MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES THE GREYMOUNT COLLEGE MURDERS Chapter 3
In the period immediately after his talk and before the news that Lawrence Miller had been murdered had been conveyed from the pathologist, the Principal of Greymount College, Alex Scott-Brown, had led Superintendent Martin Roberts and a small group of selected staff across from the main Hall to his imposing house close to the centre of the main buildings. As they walked the Principal congratulated Martin on his talk,
"A most interesting talk and the relatively low key response had little to do with the content and far more to do with the tragic events if the last few days, I can assure you, Superintendent."
Martin thanked the Principal noting that the smile on his face seemed rather fixed and insincere. Like Mark, Martin found something in the Principal's demeanour that he found quite unattractive. Once at the house the party moved into the main living room for drinks before the meal. Lunch with the Principal was quite an interesting affair even before the fact that the Chief Inspector had now become involved in a murder investigation. The main guests, apart from Martin were the Principal's wife, Lizzie, Mr Raymond Collinson and his wife, Marianne, and the Chief Inspector. The party began to gather in the Principal's living room for drinks before lunch and were chatting idly together. The Principal introduced Martin to his wife, Lizzie. The Superintendent thought that she was extremely young and very striking looking woman,
"I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs Scott-Brown. I had not expected the Principal's wife to be so young and attractive, if I may say so."
"Well, thank you, Superintendent, but I'm Alex's second wife. His first wife was killed in an accident a few years ago. I was the nanny and we married five years ago and now we have two young children of our own. Do you have children, Superintendent?"
"Yes, my partner and I have two boys, only two years old and a bit of a handful."
Martin was about to explain further when Raymond Collinson walked over and introduced his wife, Marianne to Martin, who noted that this was just the moment when Mark phone rang and he left the room. Martin chattered small talk with the Collinsons and Lizzie while Mark went outside and the Principal fussed over the final preparations for lunch. At lunch, Martin found himself seated next to the Principal with Marianne sitting to one side of him and Raymond opposite. It was neither possible nor appropriate to try to find out what exactly mark now knew and the Chief Inspector put up a good front throughout the meal, although before they had started their coffee, Mark spoke quietly to the Principal, who nodded his agreement to whatever the Chief Inspector requested. Martin pretended not to notice but was itching to find out exactly what new information had caused the change in the assessment of Lawrence Miller's death.
While Martin was lunching with the Principal, Mike Rickwood had been taken to College House, where he was to have his meal. The Assistant House Master of the dormitory, Andy Stephens, met Mike and took him to the dining room in the House. At the dining table Andy placed Mike next to himself and, on the other side of the teacher was a rather pretty young woman, Anna Young, who was the College's Assistant Matron. Andy split his time talking to Mike and Anna, who was clearly his girlfriend. On the other side of the table, Mike found himself sitting opposite a tall, dark haired young man who informed the Police Sergeant that his name was Bobby Marsh. Conversation during lunch was rather stilted but Bobby told Mike that he had enjoyed the Sergeant's superior officer's talk very much and was thinking of a career in the Police himself after he had left University. The conversation lapsed somewhat but Andy kept it going by saying,
"Bobby is the College's star fast bowler. We're very fortunate at the moment as we have an excellent batsman in the Captain of the College team, Paul Ferris and an equally good bowler in the Vice-Captain, Bobby here. Are you interested in cricket at all?"
Mike smiled with a degree of relief and replied,
"Oh yes, I play a little bit for the Metropolitan Police team. I'm a fast bowler too."
Bobby seemed to become animated at this news and said,
"I'm going to the nets as soon as lunch is over, if you've got time, maybe you could come and watch me. I'm having a little difficulty with my run-up, you might be able to help sort out the problem."
Mike nodded enthusiastically and replied,
"I'd love to, I don't suppose the main party at the Principal's house will be finished and ready to leave all that soon, so watching you in the nets would be a nice relief and a very enjoyable way to fill in the time."
Five minutes later, just as their lunch was over, a senior student from another part of the College entered the dining hall to hoots from the other diners. Ignoring the catcalls, the young man walked purposefully towards the top table and stood behind Andy Stephens and whispered in his ear. The Assistant House Master looked momentarily taken aback, but recovered his composure quickly and, after saying a few words first to his girlfriend he then turned to Mike Rickwood and said,
"Please excuse me, Sergeant, something has come up and I need to speak to the Principal straight away. Bobby, will you and Anna look after our guest while I'm away, please?"
Bobby and Anna agreed and Bobby told the Assistant Matron that he had promised to take Mike over to the cricket nets, which news gave Anna an excuse to leave as well. Skipping the after lunch coffee, Bobby led Mike towards the nets. As they approached the cricket field, the Police Sergeant saw a young man batting in the nets. Even from some distance away he could tell that the young man was a class player with ease a grace to his strokes and plenty of time to play his shots. As they got nearer, Bobby caught sight of the College cricket coach and pointed him out to Mike. The Sergeant recognised the coach immediately and smiled as he shook hands and said,
"It's David Graham, isn't it? I saw you play that wonderful innings at The Oval a few years ago, I was about twelve at the time and I was inspired by your skill, even though I was not much of a batsman!"
"Yes, and then I had my accident and had to retire. You can't bat with a false hand, you know, but thanks for the kind comments, but don't I recognise you as well? Aren't you Mike Rickwood, you took 5-30 against Cambridge about six years ago and won the game for Oxford from an impossible position, as I recall. What happened to you after that?"
"Yes I am that Mike Rickwood but after graduation I joined the Police Service and now only play occasionally."
"Shame, you were a very good opening bowler and I see you have already met out star fast bowler, but not yet our batsman, who I think is the finest player of his age in the country. He's off to University in the autumn and I'm sure that he'll play for Cambridge in the first year and, if he wanted to, would almost certainly play for England, he's that good! Paul, come over here a minute."
Paul and Mike were introduced and the young student asked Paul if he wanted to have a bowl in the nets and Mike said he might but he was rather rusty and did not have the proper shoes with him. Nevertheless, Mike gamely agreed to bowl a few deliveries at Paul and spent a few minutes warming up before he bowled for real. Bobby watched as the Police Sergeant paced out his run and then delivered a short, but very fast, ball to Paul Ferris who seemed to have all the time in the world to deal with it. Mike bowled to Paul several times and never beat him once. David Graham and Bobby had been watching the battle between Paul and Mike with interest and a small crowd of other students had joined them. Mike finally stopped bowling and came over to speak to the cricket coach,
"He's very good, isn't he?"
"Yes, Mike, he's very good indeed as I told you. He sometimes gets a bit slipshod and loses concentration but when he's on his best form, there's no stopping him. By the way, two things, first would you have a look at Bobby and give him some advice on his bowling problem and, second, are you free next Sunday?"
Mike happily agreed to watch Bobby bowl for a bit and then asked David why he wanted to know if he was free on Sunday.
"Well, Mike, next Sunday is the Annual College Principal's Select team against the College team. I choose the Principal's team for him and I wondered if you'd be willing to play? We haven't won for several years but if you were available it might even up the two sides a bit."
"Actually, David, I think I'm off duty next Sunday so I could probably play but I need to clear it with my boss, Martin Roberts, first, if that's OK."
"Sure, Mike, how long will that take?"
"Not long I don't think, he's having lunch with the Principal now and I'll ask him before we leave."
"I know I'm pushing my luck, Mike but any chance that you could be here for a team get-together on the Saturday?"
"Again I'll try. If I can I will. Whatever happens I'd like to come back and spend a bit more time with Bobby and Paul, they are potentially great cricketers."
"Thanks, Mike."
Mike then turned back to watch Bobby bowling in the nets and walked over for a closer look. After a few minutes study, the policeman suggested a couple of things to the handsome student and was pleased that, before too long, the fast bowler was showing signs of improvement. Unfortunately his assistance to Bobby was cut short when David Graham called over to him,
"Looks like your boss is coming right now", said David, pointing to a small group emerging from the front door of the Principal's house.
Mike was anxious to get over to join them. First he wanted to know whether the sudden request for his lunch host to speak with the Principal had anything to do with the death of Lawrie Miller and he also wanted to see if he could play in the cricket match the following weekend. The Sergeant thanked the coach and the players for allowing him to join in their net practice and received warm thanks from them in return, then he strode off towards the party now standing outside the Principal's house. On seeing his Sergeant approaching, Martin Roberts waved him over to join him and called out,
"Ah good, Mike, glad you've caught up with us. There have been some important developments while you were at lunch and from the state of your shirt, I'd say playing cricket. Come over here with me and I'll tell you about them."
"Yes, sir."
Martin and Mike walked a few yards away from the others and the two police officers sat down together. Martin told Mike the details so far. Chief Inspector Jamieson had received the call from the pathology lab just before lunch. The post mortem examination had shown that the dead man, Lawrence Miller, had been struck on the back of the head before he had fallen through the floor boards of the tower. It would appear that the weapon used was something like a cricket stump, the rounded wooden wicket would have been ideal and seemed to match the wound exactly. Mark had managed to tell martin this information as soon as the first course of the lunch had been served. Martin had offered to help in any way, but Mark said he wanted to go back over the notes of the case to think who he might need to speak to most urgently. A further conversation a little later had revealed that both men had had the same thought: they needed to speak to the person who actually found the body. This turned out to be Lawrence Miller's best friend on the staff and fellow assistant House Master, Andy Stephens. As soon as he could, Mark had informed the Principal of the new information and then asked if he could use one of the College rooms to interview some witnesses again. This was why Andy Stephens had been summonsed to see the Principal and he was now about to be interviewed by Mark and Martin and Mike had been invited to observe. The Superintendent suggested that they should make their way to the small class room that had been found for the Chief Inspector to use.
On arrival, Martin and Mike saw that Mark and Andy were already there and waiting and as soon as everyone was settled, Mark began his questioning,
"Now, Mr Stephens, I am right in believing that you found Lawrence Miller's body, is that not so?"
"Yes, Chief Inspector, I found Lawrie lying on the floor of the tower basement. I went down carefully to his body but it was obvious he was dead. Nevertheless I asked for someone to call for an ambulance and for the police to be informed. Please call me Andy."
"Quite right, um Andy. You did everything correctly. Did you notice anything else about the body?"
"Not really, no. It just looked to me, as an untrained person, as though he had fallen and broken his neck and cracked his skull."
"So nothing to arouse any suspicion about his death?"
"No, why? Have you found out something -- a suicide note or something? He didn't strike me as the type to take his own life but why he was in the tower is something of a mystery to me. He never mentioned knowing of its existence other than a place that was out of bounds."
"Not a suicide note, no, Andy but we do have some concerns. There is evidence that Lawrie might have been murdered."
Andy Graham gave a gasp oh horror which seemed quite genuine to the others in the room and then the teacher stuttered,
"Murdered, you say, how? Why? What is this evidence?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that at this time, Andy but I'd like to go back to why you went to look in the tower during the search."
"Well we'd looked everywhere else and we hadn't found him and someone, I don't know who it was but I think it was one of the students suggested the tower. It's a haunt for smokers and it was just possible Lawrie might have seen someone going in there for a cigarette and gone after him. It was worth an try and as you know that's where we found him."
"Well if you do remember who suggested the tower please let us know but I guess that's it for now. Oh, except one thing. Do you happen to know where the cricket stumps are kept?"
"Cricket stumps? No, it's not my game, cricket. I find it more boring than watching paint dry. The people you need to ask are either the cricket coach, David Graham or the members of the cricket team."
"OK, thanks very much, Andy. That'll do for today, but I may need to speak to you again."
A rather shaken Andy Graham got up and left the room. Mark and the other policemen knew it would not be long before the news that Lawrence Miller had been murdered would be all around the College. As soon as Andy Stephens was out of the room, Mark asked Martin if he could have the use of Mike Rickwood for the next few days. Martin indicated that he was agreeable to this provided Mike took him back to Scotland Yard before starting work with the Chief Inspector. Mike was asked and agreed to the secondment and also added that he had been asked to play for the Principal's cricket team against the College team the following weekend. Mike was pleased when both Martin and Mark enthusiastically agreed that he should do so. The Superintendent indicated that he would be ready to leave whenever it was convenient but then Mark said,
"Before you both leave, I'd like you to sit in on an interview with the cricket coach. I assume you've met him Mike, so would you go and ask him to come here for a chat? I want to find out if any of the stumps are missing."
Mike strode off towards the cricket pitch and saw David Graham coming towards him and so he stopped and asked him to come along to speak with the Chief Inspector. In the distance, the sergeant saw Bobby and Paul walking back to the pavilion to change and apparently deep in conversation.
"He's blood fast that policeman, isn't he, Paul?"
"Yes, pretty quick, somewhat faster than you, Bobby. I expect old DG will have him in the principal's team this Sunday if he possible can."
"Yes, I thought I heard him ask him. You got time for a quick shower?"
"Don't see why not, Bobby."
The two teenagers disappeared into the pavilion and through to the back of the building where the showers were. As they stood side by side Bobby slipped his hand across the front of his friend's cricket trousers and, feeling how hard it was, said,
"Have you still got your protector on or are you pleased to see me?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself?"
Bobby required no second invitation and quickly unzipped Paul's cricket trousers and helped them down over the teenager's knees. Then he swiftly removed the protector from its pouch and felt the hard throbbing cock beneath. Meanwhile Paul had removed his shoes and socks and was unbuttoning his shirt as Bobby slowly wanked the batsman's cock. Once he was naked, Paul returned the favour and sexily undressed Bobby. They walked towards the back of the showers putting on the taps as they went. Once at the rear wall, Bobby knelt down and began to lick his way up Paul's legs, going slowly past the randy teenager's groin and on up towards the erect nipples. Bobby ran his rough tongue over the erogenous area around his friend's nipples and then gave a little gasp as Paul's hand reached out and began to fondle the throbbing shaft of the bowler's cock. Almost instinctively, the two boys lay down on the cold floor of the shower and positioned themselves so that they could 69. Bobby opened his mouth and swallowed almost the entire length of Paul's cavalier cock, making sure that the foreskin rolled back to expose the head as he did so. Paul did likewise with his friend's cock, although in this case the skin seemed to roll back unaided as the head expanded and the shaft hardened. The two boys were absorbed in sucking each other and would not have noticed that they were being observed had the voyeur not made an unexpected sound. Leaping to their feet, the two horny teenagers tried to bluff their way out of what could be a very difficult situation. Paul was relieved to see that the person who had disturbed them was none other than his young scorer friend, Peter and dropped the hands that had been covering his hard cock to his side and said,
"Hello there, Peter. Bobby, I'd like you to meet Peter. He's the young man I was telling you about. Why don't you get undressed and join us Peter?"
Peter did as he was asked and in only a few moments he was standing naked at the back of the showers, flanked on either side by Bobby and Paul. Peter had not seen Bobby's cock before and he was checking it out thoroughly and finding that he liked what he saw. Peter went down onto his knees so that his face was level with both older ten's cocks and he began to lick and suck the two throbbing erections in turn. Paul said to Bobby,
"Peter's a great sucker and I think he'd like to suck two cocks at once. What do you say?"
Bobby did not need to reply as the horny young ten manoeuvred himself into a position in which he could take both older teen's cock heads into his mouth. Bobby reached across and began to wank the shaft of Paul's cock and Paul did the same to Bobby as the youngest of the three knelt in front of them licking the cock heads and wanking his own hard throbbing cock. Bobby had not had much sexual relief except by his own hand for some time and the scene was almost too much for him and he found it difficult to control himself. The combined effect of Peter's mouth and Paul's hand sent him speeding towards orgasm. Paul could feel his friend's shaft begin to expand as the ball juice made its way up towards the widened piss slit. Seconds later, Peter's mouth was filled with spunk as Bobby fired his cum and this sight was too much for Paul who lost all control and began firing his own jizz into the willing boys sucking mouth almost as soon as Bobby's stream of cum had stopped. To the amazement of both the older boys, Peter managed to swallow most of the spunk down his throat although some of the pearly white cream ran down over his lips and chin. To complete the scene, Peter's own cock fired several ropes of cum as the youngest boy brought himself to orgasm with his hand. Satisfied, all three boys slumped to the floor of the shower allowing the water to wash over them as they rested waiting to recover their breath and their self-control. It did not take them long to recover but it was obviously time for them to get changed and go back into the College for the start of afternoon lessons. As they dressed, Paul looked at Peter and said,
"You looked as though you enjoyed that!"
"You bet!! Two cock and loads of cum. I can't wait to do it again. Your cocks taste sooo good and much better than the younger guys in the dorm. I hope you'll take me to that place you mentioned last time when we had fun in the score box. Both of you I mean."
Bobby had not said anything for a while but intervened,
"You're one randy little sod! You certainly know how to suck a cock!! But tell me did you follow us into the pavilion or were you in here when we came in and what were you doing in here?"
"I was here when you arrived. I like to come in the pavilion because it's quiet and I can have a wank in peace and sometimes I find bits of players' kit that I can wank off with and cum into. I can imagine I'm having sex with the owners!!"
Bobby gave a look of mock shock and said,
"Randy and kinky, I like it. We'll certainly have to get together again soon, but I have to run. I need to get to the Labs for a practical and if I don't go now I'll be late."
Bobby left Paul and Peter together. The remaining two chatted idly as they got dressed and Paul said before they both left for their lessons,
"We'll certainly have another session with Bobby soon. I'll talk to you about when tonight in the dorm."
Peter nodded and left quickly by a back door to the pavilion to avoid being seen. Paul stayed for a moment and his mind turned over the idea of suggesting to Peter and Bobby that next time they met the younger teen should suck Bobby off while the older boy fucked him. The idea of having Peter receiving cock at both ends appealed to Paul and, he believed, it would be equally appealing to the other two teenagers. Paul felt his cock getting hard again at the thought of what might happen soon and at the prospect of telling Peter all about it later that night but he resolved to retain his cum until he could get the younger teen on his own later that night. Having fought to get his thoughts and his erection under control, the horny teenager went out of the front entrance of the pavilion and, as he did so, almost ran into David Graham returning after his interview with the Police.
"Sorry coach."
"That's OK, Paul. Did you have a good net?"
"Yes, coach. That pace bowler really tested me, he's very good."
"He is, isn't he and I hope you'll get to bat against him for real on Sunday. I've just been speaking to the Police this minute. It appears that Mr Miller was murdered and they were asking me about the cricket stumps. I told them I did not think there were any missing, but said you and other members of the team might know, so you might get asked."
"Thanks for the warning coach. I don't think there are any stumps missing but I can check if you like. Did they mean the match ones or the ones we use in the nets and for fielding practice?"
"They didn't say, Paul. Check them all, would you. I had a quick count up and I think they're all there, but you can never tell I don't think we ever kept track of how many we had."
"I don't think so either, coach. Oh, here comes our fast bowler policeman."
Hello David, Paul, sorry to interrupt but I'm going to have to collect all the stumps and have them examined by the forensic team straight away, Chief Inspector Jamieson wants it done as soon as possible.'
"OK, will you show the Sergeant where we keep the stumps, Paul. We can't be absolutely sure but we don't think any of them are missing."
Paul led Mike to the store where the stumps and other cricket equipment were kept. The Sergeant noted that the store was very vulnerable and anyone passing by could easily have got in and picked up a stump to use as a weapon and then return it without arousing suspicion. When he had gathered all the stumps together and bagged them for forensic examination, Mike took them back to Mark and told him what he had discovered. Then, Mark indicated that the Sergeant could take Martin home but, as the Superintendent was getting into the car to drive back to Scotland Yard, the Chief Inspector leaned forward and said to him,
"Thanks for your help today, sir and also to you, Mike. I hope I will see you back here again tomorrow, Mike. I want you to be my eyes and ears around the College."
Mike and Martin smiled back and then the car sped off towards the centre of London. On the journey back to Scotland Yard neither of the policemen spoke, each deep in thought about their day and about what would happen in the next few days. Martin knew that Tom, his partner, would be very annoyed that he had somehow managed to get involved in another murder case, although, in his own defence, the Superintendent could argue that he only had done so as a small part player. By contrast, Mike was excited at the thought that he would be able to play a role in a murder investigation and that he might well play a pivotal role. When they arrived at Scotland Yard, Martin told his favourite Sergeant that he should go home and get an early night as he would be needed at Greymount College from early the following morning. Mike gratefully accepted his superior's proposal and drove straight home, leaving Martin at the entrance to his office.
On Martin's desk when he arrived there that evening there was a series of messages. One in particular intrigued him. It was a request to call a particular telephone number. The number seemed familiar but Martin knew it immediately whose number it was. The Superintendent dialled the number and heard a familiar booming voice from the past,
"Freddy Eversley, here."
"Oh, hello, Freddy, it's Martin Roberts here. You left a message for us to call you."
"Yes, I did, but I was really hoping to speak to that gorgeous Police Constable of yours, Mike Rickwood. How is he doing. I haven't seen him for some months, not since he and I ended our relationship. I still think fondly of him, you know and so does John who's living with me full-time now."
"Mike's doing well, thank you, Freddy, he's a Sergeant now. Can I be of any help?"
"Oh yes, of course you can, Martin. I can give you the information just as easily as I could give it to Mike. It's about this chap they found murdered at Greymount College."
"Well, technically, I'm not involved with the case and neither are my team but Mike Rickwood has been seconded to the investigation and I can pass the information on to him and Chief Inspector Jamieson who is running the operation."
"So Jamieson has been promoted, eh? Good for him. I say, he deserved it. Yes, yes, indeed. Where was I? Oh yes, information about this Lawrence Miller chap. Well I knew him a few years ago, my dear. He was a right randy student and no mistake. He came to Eversley hall to several of my parties' and always thoroughly enjoyed himself. He was very versatile, if you know what I mean and I think you do. He was always popular with myself and fellow guests he was willing t play top' and `bottom' and he had a mouth that could suck for England and an arse that was tight and warm and welcoming. He had a nice prick too and used it very effectively. I know I had both treatments several times. He became a teacher of course but I thought as Greymount College is an all boys school, and a boarding school at that, it might have a bearing on the case. What do you think?"
"It's certainly something I didn't know about the victim and I doubt Mark knows it either. It could well affect the line of enquiry, I'll pass it on. Thanks."
"My pleasure Martin. How are Tom and the boys? Brad is fine and working on a new book at the moment but we both said you must all come over to see us soon."
"Tom's great and so are the boys and we'd love to come over and have a day with you and Brad but it sounds as though you're busy at your end but hopefully in the not too distant future. Oh, and thanks again for the information, I'll pass it on to Mark as soon as I can."
"No trouble, Martin, Bye for now."
The line went dead and Martin immediately dialled Mark Jamieson's number. When the Chief Inspector answered, Martin told him the information that Freddy had supplied and agreed with his friend that the news that Lawrence Miller had been gay probably made it necessary to open up a new line of enquiry. Again, Martin offered the assistance of himself and his team if Mark thought it necessary and received a slightly encouraging reply from his fellow officer. The two policemen agreed that they would liase with each other through Mike Rickwood. Before leaving for home, the Superintendent telephoned the Sergeant and passed on the news about Lawrence Miller and also the information about the more direct link between the local police team led by mark and Martin's own specialist squad.
On his arrival at home the Superintendent was greeted by his lover and the children who seemed overjoyed at his return and dragged Martin off to play some new game with them. Tom had already noted the guilty look on his partner's face and knew that, despite his protestations to the contrary, Martin had become involved in the murder case. The discussion was interrupted by riotous sounds from the bathroom where the children were getting ready for bed. The two men walked quickly to the source of the noise and, after a few harsh words were expressed, Harry and Simon were sent straight to bed.
Over dinner, Tom allowed Martin to explain how he had got involved in the Greymount College murder investigation and again forgave him, this time on his partner's assurance that he would merely be acting in an advisory and consultative capacity and not get directly involved. As he said this, Martin knew that this would be a difficult assurance to sustain as the news that Lawrence Miller was gay had changed a number of things. The most important change was that there would be a need for close liaison with investigation team and the fact that the Superintendent's specialist squad would almost certainly have to be called in. In an effort to reassure his lover, Martin suggested that they had an early night, a proposal that Tom greeted with some enthusiasm.
Having first checked that the boys were asleep and well tucked in, Tom and Martin retired to their bedroom where they quickly undressed. Once they were naked, Martin began to stroke his hands all over his lover's body paying particular attention to the areas that he knew turned Tom on. Tom's cock responded to the treatment and was soon hard and the foreskin had rolled back to reveal part of the sensitive head. Martin used his tongue and lips to ease the rest of the skin off the cock head and then swallowed his lover's shaft until it reached the back of his throat. Tom opened his legs wide so that his partner could use his fingers to probe his hole and play with his balls. Sighing contentedly, Tom said quietly,
"Oh Marty, you really are a good lover!! Suck my cock and finger fuck my hole!! Make me wet and ready to receive your prick!!"
Martin continued to work his lips, tongue and mouth on the rock hard shaft and simultaneously eased his fingers inside Tom's hole searching for his prostate. The sudden jolt of the cock in his mouth accompanied by a half-stifled cry of delight told the older man that he had found the right spot. Tom urged his lover to finish the job that he had started,
"Come on Marty suck me right off!! I want to cum in your mouth and throat!! I want you to have my love juice!! Suck me!! Suck me hard!! Don't stop!! Bring me off .. please .. !! I'm .. nearly .. there .. !! Don't stop .. don't stop .. oh yes .. that's it .. take it .. take .. it .. all .. I'm cum .. mm .. ing!!!"
Tom's body shook violently as the tremors of his excitement coursed through him and his spunk rose from his balls and sped along the shaft and out into the gobbling mouth of his lover. Martin felt the warm, sticky jizz land on his tongue and began to swallow as volley after volley fired into his waiting throat. All the time, Tom was clenching his arse muscles to ensure that his lover's fingers were still retained in position and teasing his prostate. Gradually, however, as the orgasm subsided, the younger partner released his grip and, as Martin's fingers slid gently out of his love channel, Tom's softening cock began to withdraw from his lover's still gulping mouth. Tom's smile was sufficient thanks for Martin who knew that he had more than satisfied the younger man. The younger partner now positioned himself ready to receive the older man's prick and gently guided the exposed head of the cut dick into his waiting hole. As the thick cock head entered and Martin began the process of impaling Tom prior to making love to him, the younger lover spoke words of encouragement,
"God, Marty, I love the feel of your dick going inside me. I want you to fuck me fast and hard!! I want to feel you ram it into me!! I want to feel your prick start to pulsate before you shoot deep inside me!!"
Martin pushed harder and soon the whole length of his dick had been fed into Tom, who sighed loudly as he felt his hole filled with the thick, hard tool. Slowly the older man withdrew his cock until only the head was inside and then rather faster rammed it back to the fullest extent. Tom moaned with pleasure as Martin began to plough in and out of his partner, who continued to call out words of encouragement,
"That's it, Marty. Fuck my hole!! I love it when I can feel you thrusting in and out of me!! I'm hard again and want to cum with you!! Fuck me faster and harder!! Let's cum together!!"
Tom began to thrust back to meet the invading prick and at the same time reached down to wank his again hard cock. The feel of his lover's welcoming thrusts and the sight of Tom's hand wanking the uncut cock were getting too much for Martin. The older partner's breathing began to become more laboured and both men knew that Martin was ready to cum. Tom grinned up at his lover and said,
"Now .. Marty .. Now!!!"
Martin allowed the wonderful feeling of fulfilment wash over him and he unleashed his cum deep inside Tom, who clamped hard on the throbbing shaft so that he could gain the maximum effect from his partner's orgasm. Shortly after Martin's dick began to shoot its spunk, Tom took his hand off his own dick which throbbed once violently and then shot a second, smaller load of jizz which landed on the younger man's stomach. Tom scraped the second load off his body and offered some to Martin and then took the rest for himself before they both slumped back onto the bed, ready for sleep.
Nothing more was said that night and the two lovers drifted off to sleep. The following morning, the pair of lovers were awakened as usual by the excited cries from the children as they prepared for another day. Both boys appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and ran over to jump into bed with their parents. Martin was pleased to have the chance to spend a short time with Harry and Simon as both men wondered how long it would be before they would have such an opportunity again. Tom also realised that Martin's enthusiastic sexual performance of the night before had been his way of saying that he would be more heavily involved in the murder investigation than he had admitted up until then. This made the younger partner wonder how long it would be before both of them would have the time and the energy for another night of such carefree love making.
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