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 and is a sequel to `Martin Roberts Investigates'. 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.
Copyright Steven Rose 2003. Not to be reproduced without the author's permission.
MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES THE GREYMOUNT COLLEGE MURDERS
Chapter 6
It took some time before Martin Roberts was satisfied that the security arrangements had been put in place and that, as far as possible, everyone at Greymount College was as safe. Once he was happy, the Superintendent indicated that he thought that he and Mark Jamieson should be taken first to the mortuary to check on the post mortem and then home by Mike Rickwood. Mike was the only one of the three policemen who had access to a vehicle and had been waiting at the College for the other two to reach a decision about what they wished to do. As they drove towards the local mortuary, Mark said to his friend, the Superintendent,
"Do you really think that there is a danger of another killing, sir?'
"Well, Mark, there is a possibility that whoever killed Paul did so because they overheard what he said to young Peter Fowler. If so, that would put Peter in danger, if the killer knew his identity. This was why I have put the College wide security measures in place. I don't want to alert the killer to that suspicion."
"Are you ruling out the Principal as the killer, then?"
"I'm not ruling anyone out at this stage, as you might expect, Mark. I know you don't like him very much but I look at it this way. Alex Scott-Brown has less motive than others to kill. The effect of the murders on the College finances could be devastating and Colleges like Greymount can ill afford to lose students and income. Alex knows that better than anyone. So why kill?"
"I can assure you, sir, that I never let my personal feelings interfere with my judgements but I wouldn't a gay scandal also do damage to the school?"
"Yes, indeed, but the Principal has other ways of dealing with that problem than killing people. He could have encouraged Lawrence Miller to move to another post in another College or School and the senior boy concerned was about to leave at the end of this term. Even if he learnt about the others, again Bobby is leaving this term as well and a warning shot across Peter Fowler's bows would probably have been enough. We don't know that Peter has any other experiences and as far as I know he hasn't found out anywhere to meet others anyway. All in all, the gay scandal does not seem to be a particularly strong motive especially in light of the other consequences that I already mentioned."
Mike listened silently to the discussion between the two senior officers and felt, like Mark, that he was forced to agree that the Superintendent's view had a lot of merit. However, the Sergeant disagreed with the Chief Inspector's assessment of Alex Scott-Brown. Mike could see why Mark felt the way he did about the Principal but the very manner and approach that so turned the Chief Inspector off, was a key attraction to parents. Of course, the Principal gave off an air of cheerfulness in front of parents and dealt harshly with the students but that was what being a teacher was, in Mike's view, all about. The journey from the College was not a long one and by now the car was approaching the Hospital mortuary and Mike was looking for somewhere to park. When they had stopped, Mark got out first and Martin said as he got out,
"Have you ever been to an autopsy, Mike? You're welcome to come with us if you would like to."
"No, never, sir and I'd quite like to if I may."
The three policemen walked into the mortuary and made their way towards the room where the autopsy was being performed and, after they had gowned up, they walked in. The pathologist looked up and acknowledged the arrival of the policemen and Mark introduced the Superintendent and the Sergeant and explained why they were there. Then with a curt acknowledgement, the doctor continued with his work. A few moments later the doctor turned and said to the Superintendent,
"Well I can tell you this, he was still alive when he was in the bath. He drowned or was drowned where he was found. I would suspect the killer either crept up and forced his head under the water or the lifted his legs so that he slipped under the water and was held there until he died."
"Yes I suspected that he did not die in the showers. There was no evidence of his body being dragged to the bath. It's possible he never had a shower and that the water noise was used by the killer to cover any noise that he might make or any splashing he might make with his flailing hands as he tried to escape. His towel was positioned in such a way that he could have been in either location but the pattern of water spillage suggested more activity at or near the bath than would be warranted by someone throwing him into the water after killing him. Any signs of other injuries?"
"No, Superintendent, he looked to be a fit young man and there are no signs of injury on his head or neck. Nor was there any evidence that he was struck first and dragged across the floor. All my evidence so far agrees with what you said about him being found in the bath and killed there. However you'll have my full report later today."
Martin looked at his watch and realised that it was now in the early hours of the morning and that, as there was little more to be learnt at this stage from the medical examination, the three of them were better off going home and getting some rest. As a consequence Martin led the way out of the mortuary and Mike drove the three of them back home. Mark was the first to be dropped off and he and Martin agreed that they would meet early the following morning and that the Superintendent would come over with Tom, who would collect Harry and Simon at the same time. After they had left Mark's house, Martin and Mike continued on the journey in relative silence until they reached the Superintendent's home. As he got out, Martin said to Mike,
"Thanks for what you have done today and for the evidence you've turned up. I think you deserve a rest and so I'd like you to take tomorrow off and do some work from home. First, can you talk to Freddy Eversley and see if you can get any more information about Lawrence Miller's previous history and then I will arrange for the report of the team that did the fingertip investigation of the tower to be sent to you. Look through it and see if there's anything there that might offer a clue to the identity of the killer. Come back to work on Tuesday afternoon at the College. If we need you before then or if you find something that you think might be useful, we'll get in touch by telephone."
"Thank you, sir. I could do with a rest I must admit but I certainly will make sure that I give the two tasks you've given me my best effort."
"I know you will. Goodnight, Mike."
"Goodnight, sir."
As Martin turned into the door of his apartment, Mike drove off towards his own home, which was still another few miles away. Martin entered the apartment as quietly as possible and made his way in the dark to the bedroom he shared with his partner, Tom. Uncertain whether his lover was awake and unwilling to disturb him if he was not, Martin got ready for bed in the en-suite bathroom and then climbed into bed alongside Tom. Martin snuggled up close to Tom and gave his partner a gentle hug before laying back and drifting off to sleep. Tom had not been asleep and had felt a warm tingle pass through his body as the man he loved cuddled close to him and gently caressed him. Realising that Martin must be very tired, Tom took no further action as he was also close to exhaustion and wanted to allow them both time to rest. They each would be up again early the next morning, Tom to collect the children and take Martin to Mark's house and then the two policemen would undoubtedly be away to continue the investigation.
Although the roads had been relatively quiet it had still taken Mike a further fifteen minutes to drive back to his home after he had dropped off Martin. The Sergeant was pleased that his superior officer had given him the day off, even if he was still expected to work from home. Mike let himself into the small flat where he lived alone, except for the occasional one-night stand, which had been infrequent in the past few months. As he walked into his small living room Mike carried with him the report of the forensic and police examination of the College tower which he placed on the table. Initially, Mike had intended to make a start on reading the summary of the report before he went to bed but he had hardly opened the folder when sleep began to creep over him. Mike realised that he was very tired it had been a very long and exhausting day and he needed to get some sleep. He would read the report as soon as he had got up and telephoned Freddy Eversley. The young Sergeant quickly pulled off his clothes and tumbled into bed and was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Mike woke later than he had hoped the following morning and the sun was streaming in through the thin curtains of his bedroom as he got up and walked slowly to his bathroom for a shower. Afterwards as he sat in loose fitting sweat pants and a T-shirt drinking a cup of strong black coffee, Mike looked through the thick dossier of the report on the investigation of the tower. The folder contained detailed photographs and descriptions of all the items found in the tower and the Sergeant knew that it would take some time to decide whether any of the items listed would be of significance to the overall investigation. He decided that he would look at that in more detail later and stick to his original plan and telephone Freddy Eversley as he had planned the night before. It was not far from the table where his coffee was to the ledge where the phone was positioned and so Mike was quickly dialling Freddy's number. He had hardly had time to finish dialling the number when a voice boomed out of him,
"Freddy Eversley, here. Who's calling?"
"Hello, this is Mike Rickwood, Superintendent Roberts' Sergeant. I don't suppose you remember me but the Super asked me to ring."
"Remember you? Of course I do, my dear! I'd never forget an attractive young man like you!! What does your boss want then? Call me Freddy by the way, old boy."
Well, er .. Freddy, the Superintendent wondered if you could tell him anything more about Lawrence Miller, you know, the teacher that was killed at Greymount College. How you knew him, that sort of thing. Anything that might help him see the fuller picture."
"Well I told Martin most of what I knew. He attended several of my parties in the past when he was still a student. I first met him in a gay sauna in Soho in London he was a nice young man and was always game for fun. He came to Eversley Hall several times but not recently. I know the sauna is still open -- it's one of my investments you know -- so he might have still gone there. I'll get you the number and I'll call the manager and tell him to expect you to want to speak to him. Better still, why not pop in. There's nothing like the opportunity to mix some business with pleasure, eh what?"
Freddy gave Mike the number of the sauna and the Sergeant wrote it down carefully before drawing the conversation to a close,
"Thanks for your help, Freddy. I will try to stop by the place later on if that's OK."
"I'm sure it will be fine, old boy and don't forget, enjoy yourself while you're there if you get the chance and I'm sure a good-looker like you will certainly get that! Tell your boss it's about time that he, Tom and their boys came over to see Brad and me. Cheers for now."
Before Mike could respond the receiver went dead and so the Sergeant went back to the kitchen table and started to pore through the large dossier of evidence from the tower. As he did so, Mike was uncomfortably aware that there was something important about what he was reading but he could not think or see what it was. He looked at the detailed photographs and read the analysis of what had been found and his mind began to swim. Mike was annoyed because he knew he was missing something in the report but he could work out what it was. In desperation he decided to use a tactic he often employed when doing crosswords and that was to go away and do something completely different in the hope that the solution would finally form in his mind at a later time. Mike made himself another cup of coffee and prepared to get dressed properly. He decided to wear a favourite shirt and tight, figure hugging jeans as a preparation for his proposed visit to the Soho sauna. He was just about ready when the telephone rang and this time it was the manager of the sauna to say that he had been asked by Freddy Eversley to arrange a time for Mike to come to Soho. The manager suggested that if the Sergeant would like to arrive in about an hour's time that would be excellent. Mike readily agreed as he knew it would take almost that long to travel from his home to Central London.
Leaving the report reading unfinished, Mike left home and travelled to Soho on the London Underground. To his surprise he arrived quicker than he expected so Mike wandered round the area which had long since lost the sexual sleaziness, which had made it famous in former times. There were still sex shops and other businesses that catered to the many and varied tastes of locals and visitors, but they were nowhere near as abundant as they had been in the past. Nevertheless, there was still something about this part of London that caused a stir in Mike as, no doubt, it did in other people who frequented the area. As he walked through the narrow streets towards the road in which the sauna was situated, Mike casually glanced in the windows of the shops and wondered at the arrays of goods that were on sale. Finally, only a few minutes ahead of schedule, the Sergeant arrived at the entrance to the sauna and went in. Inside there was a solitary and rather sullen man sitting in reception and he barely looked up as Mike approached. However, when the Sergeant gave his name the young man looked up and informed Mike that he was expected and indicated the door that would lead to the manager's office. The Sergeant walked through and knocked on the door and entered. The manager was older than Mike had expected and had apparently been in the post for several years. As a consequence when he was shown the photograph of Lawrence Miller he immediately recognised him. The manager confirmed that Lawrence had been a regular frequenter of the sauna but that, as far as the manager knew, he had not visited the sauna in the last two years and so he was regretfully unable to give any further help. However, the manager added, the Sergeant was free to stay in the club if he wished as the guest of one of the owners, Freddy Eversley.
Mike had half decided that he ought to go back and re-read the report on the tower but the thought of spending an afternoon relaxing in the sauna and maybe more proved too much. This was, after all, his day off as the Superintendent had already told him. Mike readily accepted the manager's invitation and soon found himself in a changing room along with a couple of other older people getting changed and preparing to enter the steam room or the sauna. The two older patrons went off towards the steam room so Mike decided to try the sauna. The older guys had looked OK, but if he was going to have fun, Mike preferred to do so with people nearer his own age and, in any case, the other two had seemed more interested in each other than in him.
When he got to the sauna the room was empty which was slightly disappointing but Mike still climbed up and placed his towel on the hot wooden boards having thrown some more water on the hot coals. Mike found it hard to breath freely at first but gradually adjusted to the heat and relaxed as the sweat beads began to form on all areas of his body and little rivulets ran down onto the wooden seating beside him. Mike stayed in the heat for a very short time before stepping out and standing under the showers. The handsome young man noticed two newcomers in the room and checked them out. They were an interesting pair. The older one was about Mike's age but his friend was much younger, possibly still a teenager. Mike smiled at the two of them as he walked back into the sauna. A few moments later the door to the hot room opened and the two newcomers entered together. The older man looked straight at Mike and said in an accent that the Sergeant could not quite place,
"You don't mind if we join you, do you?"
Mike shook his head and indicated that the two strangers were welcome to join him. The older man came in and sat at an angle that enabled Mike to get a full view of his naked body and for the stranger to have an equally good view in return. The older of the two newcomers was quite tall and dark with a friendly face and a long thin nose, dark eyes and thin lips. His upper body was clean-shaven but his groin and legs were hairy. The younger man sat close to his friend and also in a position where he could see and be seen. To Mike the younger man looked very young indeed, possibly only a teenager. He was very thin and pale with fair hair and blue eyes a small nose and thick lips, which Mike thought looked good for sucking. The young man's body was smooth and hairless except for a few wispy strands around his groin. Mike gave the other two a good look over and they also checked him out and the Englishman noted that the older of the two had a long thin prick that was, like Mike's, cut, whereas the younger one was not, although it was shorter and fatter. The Sergeant liked what he saw and hoped that the feeling was mutual. After a few moments of silence, Mike decided to break the ice,
"Hi, my name's Mike and I live and work here in London."
The older of the other two grinned and said,
"Hi, Mike, I'm Johan, but most people call me Joh and I'm from South Africa. Over here on holiday but also hoping to find a job."
Mike thought that calling the older man Joh was rather splendid as it summed him up although the Englishman also hoped that he would get to do more than just J/O with him. He then turned his attention to the younger of the two newcomers who immediately responded to his enquiring look,
"I'm Pavel and I'm from Poland, and I am over here studying to improve my English."
Mike responded that he thought that Pavel's English was very good and the youngster responded with a slightly self-conscious and sheepish grin. Introductions over, the three men began to check each other over even more enthusiastically and, after a few minutes, Joh moved closer to Mike and Pavel did the same. The three men were now sitting in such a way that they could each see and touch each other whenever they wanted to. Mike noticed that the young Polish boy's cock was getting hard and this sparked a reaction in his own groin. Soon all three men were sporting erections and it was only a matter of time before someone else's hand was feeling one of the hard dicks. Towels were abandoned and legs opened wider to give better access so that each of the three could explore the others more effectively. The heat and the sweat made the skin feel slippery and heightened the sensations of the explorations. Soon the three men realised that if they wished to go further it might be better to find somewhere more private and less intensely hot. Mike was caressing the silky shaft of Pavel's short but fat cock and Joh was exploring Mike and being explored by Pavel when the y heard the South African's twangy voice,
"This is great guys but I'd like to do this in a smaller and cooler and more intimate place, especially if we want to take this further which I guess, judging by the state of our dicks we all do! Shall we look for a private room here?"
Pavel nodded enthusiastically at the suggested and said in his deep east European accent,
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I certainly don't want to stop doing what I'm doing but would love to go further than we can in this semi-public place."
Mike agreed and said,
"Well, I agree with both of you. I don't want to stop with just a quick hand job and I suppose we could try to find somewhere here or, if you like, you could come back to my place. It's small but we would not be disturbed. The only thing is that it's about 30 minutes away on the tube, if you can hold out that long."
Pavel and Joh exchanged a glance and then looked back at Mike and said, almost simultaneously, that they accepted his kind offer. Slowly the three men gathered their towels up and allowed their erections to decline slightly before stepping out and going into the showers. They quickly dried off and got dressed and then all three left the sauna and headed to the nearest Underground station. The journey took slightly longer than had been expected as the train stopped suddenly in a tunnel and waited there for about ten minutes but very soon they were at the station nearest to Mike's home and he indicated that they should get out. From the station there was only a short walk to Mike's front door and soon all three men were inside his small basement flat. Once safely inside with the curtains drawn tightly closed, it was not long before the desire to get down to sexual activity overtook them. Both of Mike's guests refused his offer of a drink and decided that they wished to get down to action straight away. Joh took command and indicated that he wanted Mike and him to strip Pavel. The two men stood either side of the young Pole and began to run their hands over his slim firm body. Mike's hands ran over the firm bulge in Pavel's tight jeans and gave his cock a gentle squeeze and then felt Joh's hand gently playing with the young man's balls. The pair unbuttoned Pavel's shirt and their hands moved to tease his nipples as they pulled the shirt off him and exposed his smooth chest. Then Mike and Joh worked their hands down to the Pole's tight jeans and slowly eased the zip open and pushed the material off his groin exposing his underwear that seemed to be filled with his hard dick. Deftly, Joh snapped the underwear off Pavel's hard, uncut cock, which bounced into view, fully engorged. Pavel sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks and remaining clothes as Joh and Mike began to strip each other. With the Pole watching them intently the older pair removed their shirts and then moved on to remove their jeans, fondling each other's hard erections as they did so.
Soon all three were naked again and able to examine each other even more closely than before. The sight of the two quite different dicks that he saw in front of him fascinated Mike. Pavel's was short and fat and the foreskin was only half covering his cock head while Joh's long, thin cut cock was completely bare of all excess skin and the head seemed to spring out from the end like an extension. Mike's own cut cock was not as long as Joh's and had more loose skin, which bunched slightly under the head. Pavel's cock was pale white and the head a bright pinkish colour while Joh's was dark and mottled in appearance and the head was a very dark purple-red colour and Mike's was a uniform pale colour along the shaft and head. Having taken a good few minutes to remind themselves of what they each looked at, it was time to get on with the action. Pavel walked round and stood in front of Mike and then lowered himself so that he could slip the length of the Englishman's cock into his mouth and throat. Joh also stood up and took up position behind Pavel and having found some suitable lubricant had began to work his fingers into the Pole's arse. Moments later the South African used the lubricant to grease his the length of his prick and then began to push the head of his long thin cock slowly into the waiting entrance. As this happened and the South African entered him Mike felt the youngest member of the threesome sigh with pleasure as the youngster's mouth and lips continued to work their magic on the Englishman's own prick.
Pavel was, as Mike had anticipated, a skilled sucker of cock and knew how to use his talented mouth and thick lips to best effect. The young Pole was able to use his sucking action to bring Mike almost to the heights of immediate orgasm and then equally skilfully let him down again. While his prick was being given such delightful stimulation, the Englishman had reached out and was gently caressing the Pavel's gently throbbing cock in time to the pounding that the youngster's arse was receiving from Joh. The Englishman felt the South African's hand join his in playing with the young Pole's cock and balls and all three began to work each other to climax. Nothing much was said and the only sounds in the room were the slurping of Pavel's tongue on Mike's cock and the regular slapping of Joh's groin on the Pole's arse cheeks as the South African speared him with his long thin fuck stick. To this noise was added the regular swishing of the pre-cum covered foreskin and shaft of Pavel's cock being wanked and played with by the other two and the occasional gasp and sigh from the two older men that were filling the Polish boy's mouth and arse. None of the three wanted this enjoyable fuck session to reach a conclusion too quickly but eventually and inevitably it had to.
After quite a long time, however, for once, Pavel mistimed his oral control over the Englishman's dick and Mike had to cry out that he was about to cum. The Englishman began to push his cock deeper and faster into the warm mouth and throat as the inevitable climax began to build. As an immediate response the Pole tightened the grip of his lips on the head of Mike's cock as it fired several ropes of creamy spunk onto his tongue and into his throat. As he drank Mike's juices, Pavel pushed back hard to grind his arse against the South African whose prick was buried deep inside him. As Pavel tightened his grip on the invading shaft Joh was being sufficiently stimulated to pass the point of no return. Mike and Pavel could hear Joh begin to breathe in a ragged fashion just before the South African announced he was about to shoot his load. Deep inside the Polish boy Joh's piss slit widened and his shaft throbbed as he shot his ball juice into the Pavel's tight, warm and waiting arse. With the prick still deep inside him but subsiding fast, Pavel stood up and pointed his own cock at Mike's chest. As Joh pulled the skin clean off the head of his dick, the Polish boy gave out a cry of ecstatic relief as he erupted sending a shower of cum into the air and all over the face and chest of the waiting Englishman. Just as Pavel completed his orgasm, Joh's cock emerged from his arse with a slight but audible plop and the three exhausted young men slumped onto the small bed. Mike had used his tongue to lick some of the Polish jizz into his mouth and was swallowing it greedily. However, Pavel also made sure that he collected some of his ball juice from Mike's face and chest and fed a portion to Joh and ate the rest himself.
As they lay contentedly but cramped together Mike was suddenly struck by a thought and he ought to ask Pavel how old he was. The Pole looked very young and Mike was concerned that he might even be under age, however the Englishman was pleased to learn in answer to his enquiry that the Polish boy was twenty and that he had a lot of experience of gay sex. This question and the answer proved to be the basis for some personal revelations. While the three men lay back resting after the strenuous sexual activity they had recently engaged in, they each told the other a little bit about themselves.
It turned out that, although Polish by birth, Pavel had lived much of his life in Amsterdam and in a country where attitudes to sex and age of consent were far more relaxed. The young Polish boy had been sexually active for almost seven years and had been initiated into oral and anal sex by a family friend who had taken him on a sight seeing trip during a summer holiday. Pavel had enjoyed his sexual experiences even more than the sight seeing and had spent some of his free time cruising the red light district of Amsterdam whenever he could. On a number of these visits the young teenager had gained more knowledge and experience of gay sex and learnt the different techniques that would keep his lovers happy. Pavel had met Joh in a pub in Amsterdam three days earlier and they had gone back to the South African's hotel and enjoyed a sexual encounter that first night. They had then travelled to London the day after that and had gone to the sauna on the lunchtime when they met Mike in the hope of finding someone like him.
Joh, by contrast, said that he had been brought up in a household, which was sexually conservative and repressed. It was only when he was able to leave home and go to study at university that he was able to enjoy a fuller sexual life but even there his experiences were limited. After graduation, Joh hand finally left South Africa and travel that this had enabled him to indulge his sexual interest much more fully and, the South African added with a smile, he had not lost much time after that. He had enjoyed several encounters with men of different races and colours before coming to Europe. He had travelled through Greece and Italy and had finally arrived in the Netherlands where he had met Pavel and they had become travelling companions.
Mike explained that when he was growing up he had tried to pretend to himself and others that he was straight. Unlike Joh, even at University Mike said that he had felt unable to give way to his true feelings. He had had a few casual encounters but nothing really serious and he had only really admitted his sexuality when he had been invited to join the special group in the Police Force led by Martin Roberts that investigated gay and gay-related crimes. After that, he had been quite active although work was sometimes a problem and people often found having a relationship with a gay policeman difficult. However Mike liked to think that what he did in the privacy of his own home was his own business and should remain so for so long as it did not interfere with his work. Mike's two guests had themselves been slightly taken aback to learn that Mike was in the Police Force but were reassured by his last remarks and by his enthusiastic participation in the sexual activity they had all enjoyed. The three men felt rested by now and Joh and Pavel began to sit up and look around again.
This time, when Mike asked if they wanted a drink and something to eat, the Pole and the South African accepted the invitation. Mike was not sure whether they would be ready to have another round of sexual fun before the other two left but took it as a good sign that neither of the two guests mentioned putting their clothes back on. The three young men sat around on the floor eating a scratch cold meal that Mike had cobbled together and drinking a bottle of white wine. Once this was finished, the Polish boy came and sat much closer to Mike and began to fondle his still flaccid cock. He smiled at his host and said,
"I love the velvety feel of the head of a cut cock. Come on Joh sit next to me and let me fondle two lovely prick heads at the same time!!"
Joh moved in on Pavel's other side and the boy used both hands to fondle and caress the head and then the hardening shafts of the other two cocks. Mike began to respond and return the favour by gently playing with the young Pole's cock and balls. Pavel opened his legs as wide as possible and encouraged Mike to explore further and allow space for Joh's hand to caress his now quite hard cock shaft. Mike found Pavel's still well lubricated arse hole and as he put his finger inside he felt the remaining stickiness from Joh's earlier deposit. Joh winked at Mike and said,
"There's nothing to beat sloppy seconds and Pavel would love nothing more than to be fucked by two cut cocks on the same day. You shouldn't need much lubrication either!! Isn't that true, Pavel?"
Pavel responded with a spontaneous cry of delight at such a prospect and said enthusiastically,
"Yes, please. Fuck me with that cut English cock. I like to feel your short fat prick inside me just like I liked the feel of Joh's long thin cut prong earlier!!"
As he spoke, Pavel waggled his arse so that Mike's fingers went even deeper inside him. For the second round of sexual activity the positions of earlier were reversed and the randy young Pole began to suck Joh's cut cock head into his mouth as he encouraged the Englishman to enter him from behind. Despite the fact that the head of his cock was larger than the South African's cock head had been, Mike found that he had no trouble in pushing his engorged head into Pavel's still greasy hole. The Pole took the thick head of Mike's prick inside him with comparative ease and soon the Englishman felt his shaft slide all the way in and his stomach make contact with the youngster's arse cheeks. Mike began to slowly push in and out of the well-greased love channel gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Meanwhile Pavel's mouth had completely engulfed the whole of Joh's long thin cock and he was working his tongue and lips up and down it in a rhythmical way. As before there was little noise in the room except for the occasional grunting and sighing sounds of sexual pleasure being given and received. This time also the three men were aware that time was getting on and the other apartments in the building would soon be welcoming home their occupants all of whom were straight and would have been disturbed to find that their respectable Police neighbour indulged in gay sexual activities.
The three men did not want to hurry but it was clear that they could not linger too long over the mutual pleasure they were giving and receiving from each other. As he fucked the tight but welcoming hole, Mike's hand had worked round to grasp Pavel's fat shaft and was wanking the lower end of it. The Englishman made sure that the skin was pulled back off the Polish boy's cock head and that his up stroke teased the youngster's sensitive skin just below the glans. From experience with other uncut partners, Mike knew that doing this would cause shock waves to run down Pavel's cock each time he teased the sensitive area. At the same time, Mike's prick shaft made regular contact with the Pole's prostate and caused the youngster's fat shaft to throb as well. Mike was determined that Pavel would reach his orgasm first and so it turned out. After several moments of exquisite agony the young Pole let out a slight cry and Mike fucked him deeper than ever and felt the youngster's shaft shudder as Pavel's angry piss slit opened. The young Pole cried out with joy as he shot his second load of hot jizz this time all over Joh's legs. The shock of the hot spunk hitting his body set Joh's fast approaching orgasm into an irresistible and overwhelming need to cum and within seconds the South African let out a quiet cry of pleasure as he blasted away deep into Pavel's eagerly swallowing throat. The sight of Joh's upward and urgent thrusts into the young Pole's mouth and throat was all Mike needed and he too gave a quiet but pleasurable sigh as his prick deposited his second load deep inside the Pole's bowels. Slowly, Mike's dick began to soften and slide out of the very greasy and sticky love channel and the three partners disentangled themselves and slumped back down again onto the bed. This time their lust was fully satisfied and their balls were spent.
Once again as they lay back close together Mike asked if either of the others wanted anything to eat or drink but this time Joh indicated that he thought that he and Pavel needed to get back to Central London. Mike understood at once and watched silently as the two randy guests began their preparations to leave. The Englishman offered his guests a towel and use of the shower before they got dressed and this offer was gratefully accepted. The two men went separately into the tiny shower in the bathroom and Mike made small talk with the other guest in a slightly self-conscious way. After both Joh and Pavel had showered and put their clothes back on all three men exchanged contact details and promised each other to stay in touch, although each of them knew that this was highly unlikely to happen. Mike walked to his door with the departing guests and as he showed them out he indicated the way to the nearest Underground Station. As he was closing the door, Mike noticed Pavel reach into the back pocket of his jeans and take out a packet of cigarettes, put one to his lips and light it.
It was at this moment that Mike realised what it was about the report on the evidence found in tower that had so disturbed him. In all the detailed account of what had been found in the building there was not a scrap of evidence related to smoking. There was no report of cigarette end, matches or even traces of tobacco. Mike went back to re-read the report in order to double check even though he was absolutely certain that what he originally thought to be the case was true. Satisfied that he was right, after a second reading of the report, Mike decided that he needed to tell his superiors about this discovery straight away.
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