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This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.
Thanks to all of you who have emailed me with comments and told me how much you enjoyed the first 'John' story. This is the second one and there are more in the pipeline, although there may be a delay as I'm on vacation for the next few weeks.
WARNING:
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PARTY GAMES A Martin Roberts Mystery
Chapter 1
Commander Martin Roberts waited in the reception area of Metropolitan Police Commissioner's office with a feeling of mild anxiety. Martin had been summoned to see to see his commanding officer earlier in the day but the telephone call from the Commissioner's office had revealed little of the purpose of the intended meeting. Sir Thomas Brown had only recently been appointed as Commissioner but most of the Metropolitan Police were aware of his previous reputation for efficiency and effectiveness. On this score at least Martin felt that he and the members of his special and sensitive investigations unit was beyond criticism, given their high success rate in their caseload. Nevertheless, as he had only briefly met the new Commissioner and was unaware of his views concerning the unit, Martin felt concerned about the forthcoming interview.
On Martin's arrival, the Commissioner's PA, who had smiled warmly at the Commander when he entered the room, had greeted Martin, who, in turn, had responded rather uncharacteristically with a somewhat tight-lipped response. The PA still smiling had asked Martin to take a seat and had informed him that the Commissioner was just finishing a telephone conversation with the Home Secretary and would be with him shortly. No sooner had the Commander sat down than the door of the inner office opened and the Commissioner stepped out to greet Martin. Sir Thomas was a tall man with a rather gaunt face wearing what the Commander, who was normally a good judge of character, guessed to be a rather insincere smile on his face. Martin felt alarm bells ringing as he rose and saluted his superior officer who acknowledged the polite greeting and then said,
"Thank you for coming to see me, Martin, I have a number of matters that I would like to discuss with you. Come on into my office. I normally have a drink about this time, can I offer you something - tea or coffee?"
"No thank you, sir." Martin replied.
The Commissioner stood close to the door and looked back at his PA and called,
"Just one tea then, Marcia, thank you."
Turning to Martin, Sir Thomas indicated a chair and he and Martin settled down in reasonable comfort. As they settled into the wee-upholstered chairs, Martin tried desperately to suppress his feelings of apprehension over the areas of discussion that were to be raised in a short time. As the two men sat and waited for the Commissioner's tea to appear, Sir Thomas engaged in light conversation with the anxious Martin and attempted to reassure him,
"I do hope I haven't caused you any undue anxiety by asking you to see me today. As you know I'm still fairly much of a new boy around here and I thought it would be good to meet and talk with all my most senior commanders. I know what most of you do and how well you do it, but I really do like to get to know individually those senior men under my command. I know that you use the same techniques in your squad and it seems to work well for you judging by the results and the loyalty that you command."
Martin indicated that he understood the Commissioner's position and that he appreciated the offer to have a discussion along the lines that had been indicated,
"Yes sir I believe it brings the best out in everyone if you show appreciation of their work and know a little bit about their lives outside the force, not intrusively so but enough to understand their needs."
"Absolutely, Martin. Ah, good here's the tea! Are you sure you won't change your mind?"
Martin shook his head and watched as Sir Thomas stirred sugar into his rather weak-looking tea. However, as soon as the tea had been served, the mood changed and the Commissioner turned to his main purpose in meeting Martin,
"I wanted to tell you, Martin, that I have long admired your skills and the expertise and the discretion that you have engendered in the Special Investigations Squad that you have built up. I know that many of the cases you and your team have handled have resulted in a high success rate and that is down to you and your leadership skills."
"Thank you, sir, I think it is also down to the dedication of the officers under my command as well", responded Martin who then sat waiting for the `but' to come, which it inevitably did.
Sir Thomas drank a mouthful of tea and then continued,
"As you know, Martin, I have been appointed to make the Metropolitan Police both more efficient and more effective and my political masters expect that to be achieved in a way that allows more policemen on the beat catching criminals and less of them involved in administration and paperwork. In light of this requirement, I have examined the existing command structure at the Met and I am sure you won't be surprised to learn I have some proposals for change. As you can imagine, these changes will affect not only you but also all the other major Commanders. I've looked at your record and your particular strengths and I believe that you would be an ideal person to succeed Deputy Assistant Commissioner Brian Downs as head of Scotland Yard's Press and Public Relations division. I'm sure you know that Brian is due to retire at the end of next month and I want you to fill the vacancy. I have seen you on television and heard you speak and you are just the image I want the Met to present to the public. You also know how to be discrete but still retain the confidence of the media. However I also want to tell you that taking this job does not mean that I want you to give up your command of your existing squad only that I will expect you to take a less active part in the day-to-day running of the squad. I propose to invite your deputy, Superintendent Mark Jamieson, to take over that aspect of the work of the squad and to promote Chief Inspector Mike Rickwood to act as his main assistant. As I say, you will remain in charge and, you have my assurance that you will take an active leading role in all the most serious and sensitive investigations. I realise that my proposals will have come as a bit of a shock, Martin, but I believe it is in the best interests of the Metropolitan Police Force that I make these changes. Furthermore, although I can hold out no promises at this stage, the new role brings with it a greatly enhanced likelihood of further promotion."
Martin had been momentarily stunned by what he had heard and had not realised that the Commissioner had finished speaking and was awaiting a reaction but, after a further brief pause, the Commander began his response,
"Well, sir, I am very flattered that you think that I could take over from DAC Downs. In my view, sir, Superintendent Ron Alder is an excellent deputy in Press and Public Relations division, wouldn't he make an excellent head of that division? You must know that I really do feel a much closer affinity to my special squad and to active detective work rather than to what is primarily a desk job. I would be very reluctant to give up hat I'm doing now even if that did mean passing over a chance of promotion. I agree with you that Mark and Mike could easily give direction to the special squad and I certainly would not want to stand in their way, but even so I am very deeply attached to the squad and the work that it does."
The Commissioner looked at Martin and gave him a rather insipid and insincere smiles as he replied,
"I appreciate everything you say, Martin, but notwithstanding your comments I still believe that you are the best man for the job and that in my view Superintendent Alder is not yet ready to take on the top post. I am certain also that you will be able to combine both positions that I am proposing. In addition, may I repeat that you have my word that any serious or important case will automatically be assigned to you. On these occasions, the Press and Public Relations division will be taken over by Ron Alder who I believe is a very sound man and someone who, after a further period as your deputy, may well get the promotion you think he deserves. I will make one other concession, Martin, do the job for six months and if we both feel that it is not going well, we'll review it. With this proviso, Martin, are you willing to accept my proposal?"
The Commissioner continued to smile at Martin but the Commander recognised that he was in no position to turn down his superior officer's proposition. Martin stood up and sighing said,
"Yes, sir, I accept your proposal and I look forward to taking on the new responsibilities. I'm certain that it will be a challenge and thank you for offering me the chance to ask for a review of the position in six months' time."
"Good, Martin, then that's agreed. I hope that you will come to see this as a great opportunity both personally and professionally. One final thing, I'd be grateful if you kept this matter confidential. I have other commanders to see and after I have spoken to them I want to make a public announcement in a few days' time. Of course, you may tell your two most senior officers, Jamieson and Rickwood, in confidence but no one else. OK?"
Sir Thomas rose to his feet and Martin, realising that the meeting was drawing to an end, stood up as well and replied,
"Of course, sir."
"Thank you, again, Martin", the Commissioner said as he walked the Commander to the door and showed him out.
Outside the door of the Commissioner's office Martin began to realise what he had just agreed to do and his mood started to get increasingly dispirited. If he was being honest with himself the Commander did not want to leave the squad that he had established and built up to what it had become nor did he want to leave behind the work that it did and which he so greatly enjoyed. Press and Public Relations would be a new challenge and an enjoyable one but it was essentially a desk job and not the Commander's idea of a proper policing job. However, like it or not, this was the agreement Martin had reached and he would see it through and hope that after six months he would be able to convince the Commissioner that he was not the right man for the job. In the meantime he would have to explain to Mark Jamieson and Mike Rickwood what had happened and to reassure them that not only could they do what was being asked of them but also that he would be available for the really big cases as and when they arose.
As the Commander approached his own office he decided that he would tell his two colleagues right away but he was diverted from this course when he noticed an urgent message pasted to the screen of his computer. Martin read the message, which was from his partner, Tom, requesting that he call him back as soon as possible. Martin reached for the telephone and began to dial the number even though he knew that the purpose of the call was to ensure that he had not forgotten about the coming evening and the thought of what was in store then depressed the Commander even more. As expected, Tom answered the phone and immediately reminded his lover that they were entertaining the Home Secretary to dinner later in the day. Martin reassured his younger lover that he would not be late but that he still had a few things to clear up before he could get away. At this point Martin did not mention to Tom the interview he had just had with the Commissioner, as he wanted to think about how he was going to explain what had happened to his lover.
As soon as the telephone conversation with Tom had been completed, Martin put out a message asking Mark and Mike to come to his office as soon as they both were free and that it was urgent that they did so before they went home. Sitting in his office waiting for his two fellow officers to arrive, the Commander reflected on the events of the day and also the likely course of the evening. If truth were known, Martin much would rather have preferred a quiet evening alone with his partner during which he could have unwound and unburdened himself of his frustration at being, as he saw it, removed from the job that he loved. Disappointment had set in once it was clear that Tom was not calling to say that their dinner guest would not be coming, as had happened twice before when business in the House of Commons had prevented the Home Secretary from coming. Disappointed though he was, Martin realised that there was work to be done and he had to think carefully about what he would say to his two most senior assistants when they arrived.
The Commander had just decided how he was going to explain matters to Mike and Mark when they knocked on his door and he asked them in. Martin indicated that the two officers should sit down and, once they had done so, began to speak,
"As you know I saw the new Commissioner this afternoon and he has decided to make a few changes. What I am about to tell you is confidential for the time being but Sir Thomas agreed that I could tell you both about the impending changes as you will both be affected by them."
As Martin spoke he was aware that both Mark and Mike had exchanged glances and were looking somewhat apprehensive but he decided it was best to carry on and give the details of what was being proposed,
"To cut to the quick, in a few weeks time I shall be taking over the reins in Press and Public Relations Department whilst still retaining overall responsibility for this Special Investigations Squad. In effect, this means that I will be available only for general advice in routine criminal investigations but I will be expected to return to command for the more sensitive and difficult cases. In terms of the day-to-day running of the Squad, therefore, Mark will be in command and you, Mike, will act as his deputy. It probably will mean eventual and I hope not too long delayed promotion for both of you. The official announcement about all the changes the Commissioner is proposing will come in a few days time, until then I would be grateful if you would keep this information strictly between ourselves."
Both Mark Jamieson and Mike Rickwood had turned quite pale while Martin was speaking but now their facial expressions were a combination of both excitement at the new opportunities opening for them and disappointment that they would be losing their much-loved Commander. After a short pause, Mark spoke for both of himself and Mike,
"I really appreciate the opportunity this will give me, sir, and I'm sure that Mike does too, but I want to say it does not seem fair taking you away from the squad you built up and made a success."
Martin smiled at his two friends and responded,
"I'm not leaving you completely and either you or Mike will have to brief me frequently on progress in the cases we are investigating. What we have to realise is that times are changing for the Police Force and no one person can stand in the way of that and never forget that no person is more important than the job."
This time, Mike tried,
"We know that, sir, but it's still not right."
Again Martin smiled and said,
"In almost any other circumstances I'd say `hear hear' and suggest that we should all go out and have a few drinks together, but I can't. Tom's invited the Home Secretary, James Broadbent, for dinner tonight and, naturally, I am expected to be there. So we will have to postpone any drinks until after the official announcement has been made, then I will arrange a celebration for the whole squad."
Mark nodded, smiled and then hugged his friend's hand and Mike followed suit. As the two junior officers were about to leave, Mark turned and said,
"When you're talking to James Broadbent this evening, tell him from all of us at the Met that we do not like the new Police Bill he's introduced and express the hope that he will drop it forthwith!"
Martin smiled back and replied,
"I will indeed, Mark. I will indeed, but I doubt if it will do any good. I'll be in a minority of one. Tom is very enthusiastic about the key proposals!"
The new Police Bill was the reason why Martin was not looking forward to the coming dinner party. The first reason was because, like almost every other Police Officer in the country, he resented the proposed legislation, which was to be the flagship policy for the coming year's legislative programme. In particular, Martin objected to the clause that would allow for defence lawyers to ask the Courts to appoint people to investigate cases independently if they believed that the Police had not been thorough in their own conduct of the case. Martin accepted that there had been terrible miscarriages of justice and a number of poor or inadequate investigations but they were trivial and the government's response was something of a sledgehammer. Martin's second reason was more personal in that he and Tom were in general disagreement over the need for the legislation and the matter had caused some heated discussion between both men. The difficulties had in no way affected their overall relationship but both men felt the strain when the subject was discussed. It was obvious that the conversation that evening was bound to turn to the issue and Martin knew that he would be on the defensive again, arguing his case against the other two. Despite his misgivings, Martin cleared his desk and prepared to go home, determined as far as possible not to allow the evening to get too intense.
Martin was lucky with the trains and arrived home in good time. The children, Harry and Simon, were staying with Tom's sister overnight. This was a pleasant change that had come about only recently. For many years Tom had been estranged from his family and, with both his parents dead, he only had his sister, Ginny, whom he rarely saw. The change in the relationship came about with the sudden and unexpected death of Tom's brother-in-law in a motor accident and it was this tragedy that had brought Tom and his sister back together. After the funeral Tom and Ginny had made up their difference to such an extent that, six months after the death of her husband, Ginny and her children had moved into a village only a few miles from where Tom and Martin also lived. Ginny's children, David and Caroline were a couple of years older than Harry and Simon but all four children got on well and they had all gone on holiday together that summer. On their return a fairly regular routine of staying over had started. As an only child whose parents had died when he was still in his early twenties, Martin had come to appreciate the value of an extended family. On personal level, the older man had got on well with Ginny and they had become friends and Martin was also delighted that Tom had been able to re-establish a relationship with his surviving family and that all the children got on so well.
As he entered the front door, Martin could hear voices and was aware that the dinner guest was already there. Tom had known James Broadbent for more than twenty years as they had both been at University together and had then moved into the same chambers to begin their training as barristers. Both young men had been involved in radical politics and, while Tom decided to fight the system in the courts, James had involved himself actively in left-wing politics. Having married the daughter of a leading member of the Labour Party, the aspiring politician had gained a safe seat after only one attempt in a hopeless by-election. Martin also knew James through his work with the Police Federation and over the years had been involved in discussions with a number of senior Opposition politicians. As a person, Martin liked James but found some of his view rather confused and his approach to handling the Police was far too radical. Tom had attempted to re-assure Martin that his contacts within the Labour Party were certain that there was little chance that James would be given the opportunity to put his more radical policies into effect. However, as things turned out, a series of well-publicised blunders and the work of investigative journalists to expose police incompetence over the previous few years had played into the hands of the radical reformers.
Although he had had a long wait for Opposition, James Broadbent was given a seat in the Cabinet immediately after his party's election victory and had, in the most recent re-shuffle, been promoted to be Home Secretary. Immediately on taking over James had indicated that he intended to undertake a radical review of Police roles and functions and his main proposals had been included as one of the top priorities in the recent Queen's Speech. It was these suggestions that had caused considerable anger and disquiet among the majority of policemen and women, including Martin. Tom, on the other hand, had been a vociferous and ardent supporter of the proposed reforms that were bound to provide the basis of much of the conversation at dinner that evening.
Martin took off his coat and then walked into the living room and greeted his guest,
"Good evening, James, it's good to see you again", Martin said and he shook his guests hand and, having poured himself a stiff drink, then moved over to sit next to his partner, Tom.
James Broadbent smiled back and said,
"Good to see you too, Martin and congratulations, by the way, on your new position. I'm sure you'll be very good at it."
Tom looked puzzled and said,
"What new post is this, Martin? You didn't tell me."
Martin responded,
"No. It only arose this afternoon. I'm to be head of the Met's Press and Public Relations division but I'll still retain overall control of the Special Squad as well."
Tom whistled and said,
"Sounds like a tall order to me!"
James shook his head and said with a cheery smile,
"I'm sure Martin is up to it. I said as much to the Commissioner when he talked to me about his planned changes."
At this point, Tom got up and announced that dinner was ready and the three men walked into the dining room. The start of the meal was largely small talk but gradually the conversation turned to politics.
"I was sorry to hear from Tom that you are bitterly opposed to my proposed legislation, Martin", James Broadbent opened his attack.
"Yes James I do oppose it as unnecessary and extreme. It's a sledgehammer to crack a nut. It will cause, no, it has caused resentment among the thousands of officers who do a good honest job every day. Of course there are rotten apples and mistakes are made but this is going too far."
Tom broke in and said,
"I don't agree, I've seen far too many of these cases in my time and the opportunity to have an independent investigation if the Defence barrister can convince the Court that there are grounds to do so, seems to me to be a reasonable one. The evidence that is discovered would be available to both sides and could easily support the Crown's cases as much as it might vindicate the accused. Furthermore, if the Police have done a good job what have they got to be scared of?"
"I'm sorry, Tom, I think it is unnecessary and I will continue to argue against this legislation, but if it goes through, like all law-abiding citizens I will work with it. I hope that it will be scrapped as unnecessary when it is seen how little it will be used."
At this point the Home Secretary weighed in, "
"I doubt it, Martin. I understand from Tom that even your local MP, Nick Trafford, who is very bright and will soon be promoted into the Government, is actively supporting this measure. The Whips tell me that he has asked to speak in the House in favour of the Bill when it come up for it Second Reading in a few weeks."
Martin shrugged his shoulder and then replied,
"That's fine by me, James. I agree with you about Nick, he is a good MP and from what I know of him he deserves to be promoted. However, I'm sorry he has taken the stand he has on this piece of legislation, but that is his right and I accept it. In any case, as you know, Tom is the person who is active in the local party and I'm sure he and his friends will have lobbied for their point of view and won Nick over. On the other hand, although I vote for your party, I am not a paid-up member as I regard that as potentially causing a conflict of interest especially in light of the police work that I am involved in. But on the question of your proposed legislation, I frankly don't think we are ever going to agree."
The Home Secretary gave Martin a curious look and then nodded his head and responded,
"I think you are right on this point, Martin and I really can't see that I'm going to persuade you otherwise",
After saying this, James Broadbent caught Tom's eye and suddenly changed the subject of the discussion and continued,
"By the way, this is an excellent wine we are drinking and it is a great accompaniment to the equally good food. Can you tell me where you found it? Who did the cooking, was it you, Tom? You always used to be a dab hand in the kitchen as far as I recall."
It was Tom that replied to the question,
"Well, actually the food was a joint effort. Martin prepared the first course and the pudding and I did the main course. We're glad you enjoyed it. As for the wine, this summer we went to France to take Harry and Simon for a beach holiday and my sister and her children came along as well. This meant we could share the duties of parenting a bit. One day while we were there we took the opportunity and to do a bit of touring around the area and we happened on this village and picked this wine up at a local winery. Between us we bought a couple of cases and shipped it back with us in the car. It's rather good for a small village wine that you won't find over here, isn't it?"
The mood lightened from the earlier heavy discussion and the conversation between the three men drifted on about wine and food and children and holidays. When the meal was finally completed and coffee had been drunk, the Home Secretary announced that he would have to leave, as he had to return to the House of Commons for a Division vote at ten o'clock. Martin and Tom saw him to the door where an official car waited to drive James Broadbent back to Westminster.
After the Home Secretary had left, Tom looked over at his lover and said,
"That wasn't all that bad now, was it? I didn't expect him to gang up on you quite so much as that but I thought you stood up to him quite well, especially as officially he is your political boss!! One thing became clear to me during the discussion and that is that we are never going to agree on the issue of his proposed legislation and I don't want it to come between us. So I promise I won't mention another word about it. What do you think? And also you must tell me more about your new job."
Martin smiled back at his partner and said,
"It was pretty unpleasant I thought but I agree that we should agree to differ about the legislation and say no more about it. By the way, thanks for reminding me, I'd completely forgotten that the Home Secretary is the Police Authority for London for the time being. Frankly, I don't want to waste valuable time telling you about my job except that I gained acceptance that the change would be reviewed in six months' time. What I was really hoping was that as we have the house to ourselves for the night we could make a far better use of our time than talking more shop."
To reinforce his point Martin placed one hand firmly in Tom's groin and, as he fondled lover's cock through the material. The older man was delighted to note the reaction of his younger lover's cock as it hardened and grew longer at his touch. Tom groaned happily and responded to his partner's advances by kissing Martin on the lips and gradually loosening his shirt. Both men soon realised that they were in an awkward position and could not undress each other sitting down. Without a word the two lovers stood up so that each of them could have better access to slowly and sensuously undress the other. Within minutes, both men were naked, and their clothes were scattered across the floor of the living room. The excitement of the disrobing meant that the two men's dicks were showing a full state of arousal. Martin did not hesitate to take control and immediately knelt down in front of Tom so that he was on a level with his partner's rampant cock. Once in position, Martin used his tongue to lick the shaft before he slowly engulfed his lover's rock-hard dick between his lips. As the head moved in between his lips the older man used his tongue to roll back Tom's protective foreskin and allowed his saliva to lubricate the younger lover's exposed glans. Tom stood above his partner and placed is hands gently on Martin's head as the older man began to rhythmically tease his piss slip with lapping tongue. As his lover moaned with pleasure Martin started to slide his tongue along the underside length of the shaft, paying particular attention to the sensitive area around the frenum. Once the shaft was full lubricated with saliva, Martin again took Tom's fully exposed cock head between his lips and drew the full length of the hard dick between his lips and into his mouth until the younger man's balls were slapping against his face. When he felt the cock head reach his throat, Martin stopped for a moment. After savouring the feel and taste of his partner's warm dick lodged firmly in his mouth, Martin then began to draw his lips back along the shaft and allowed the well-lubricated cock to slide gently out of his grasping lips. Tom's cock was only inches from Martin's mouth and the older man pushed it flat against his lover's stomach as he sucked the younger man's balls into his mouth and started to tease them with his tongue. Gently Martin took Tom's heavy balls into his mouth and bathing them with saliva. It was clear from the sounds that Tom was making that he was excited by what his lover was being done to him,
"Oh yes, Marty!! That is so good!! Suck my balls and then take my cock back inside your warm mouth and throat!! Your lips feel so good when they tease my dick!! Lick my piss slit!! Suck me off, Marty!! I want you to make me cum and fill your mouth and throat with my jizz!!"
Martin was encouraged by what he heard and continued to administer the oral attention he was giving to Tom's cock and balls. Very soon, having licked and salivated all over his lover's cock head and piss slit, the older man had slowly sucked the whole length into his mouth until he could feel the head of Tom's cock entering his throat. Martin's tongue lapped around the hard shaft and the exposed head before slowly Tom allowed his cock to withdraw momentarily from the warm and welcoming mouth. Almost at once the younger man began to push his cock back in and out of the older man's mouth, gradually increasing the speed of his face fucking action. With each inward and outward thrust, Tom's cock was covering Martin's lips and tongue with pre-cum. At first Martin's fingers played with Tom's balls but then he gradually worked them round until they were poised at the entrance to the younger man's love channel.
"Finger fuck me as you suck me, Marty!! I can't hold out much longer!!"
Martin's fingers entered Tom's hole and he quickly located the prostate, which he teased and ticked in time with his sucking motions on his lover's cock. Tom's body began to tingle and shake and it was obvious that it would not be long before Martin's efforts would reap their reward.
"I cumming, Marty!!!! ^Å I love you Marty!! ^Å I'm ^Å. Cumming!!!!!!"
Martin did not stop his efforts and felt the shaft expand and then the regular throbbing as Tom's ball juice filled his mouth and throat. Saving some of the precious cream for his partner, the older lover slowly allowed Tom's cock to slide gently out from between his lips. Once free of the invading dick, Martin moved into a position from which he and his lover could exchange a kiss and he could transfer cum from his tongue into Tom's mouth. Tom swallowed the proffered jizz and recovering his breath said,
"Thank, Marty, I needed that and as usual you knew just how to get the best out of me!! I love you so much!! Now it's your turn!!"
Tom took hold of Martin's hard prick and gently squeezed the velvety cut glans causing a wad of pre-cum to ooze out. The younger man smeared some on his lover's dick and then used the rest to further lubricate his hole. Drawing Martin ever closer, Tom positioned Martin's prick right at the entrance to his love chute and encouraged his partner to enter him. The older man's prick slide gently inside the younger man and Tom began to push against the invading prick as it impaled him. Martin flexed his love muscle inside his lover's hole and both men felt a thrill of expectation as the older man's cock brushed hard against Tom's prostate.
"Yes, Marty, push your love pole deep inside me!! Show me how much you love me!! Fuck my tight hole and cover my insides with you hot cream!!"
Martin's prick drove deeper inside his partner and then he began to withdraw until only the head remained firmly wedged inside.
"Feel my dick head just inside your warm hole, Tom!! Feel me loving you!! I'm going to fuck you long and hard!! Squeeze your muscles tightly as I fuck in and out of you!!!"
Tom again began to push himself towards the invading cock and squeezed hard to grip the thick shaft as it moved faster and faster in and out. Martin began to breathe more quickly and sweat began to cover his body as his exertions grew more strenuous. Although he wanted to keep his promise that the fuck would be long and hard, Martin knew that the point of no return was fast approaching and, with one final deep lunge inside his lover, the older man stopped his thrusting. Tom knew the signs and squeezed his love channel so that he could grip Martin's prick as tightly as possible. Both men felt the shaft begin to throb uncontrollably as the older man's orgasm erupted deep inside the younger man's hole and coated his insides with cum.
"Yes, Tom!!! Feel my love for you flowing out!! I love you, Tom!!! .. I .. love .. you!!!"
Martin's gushing cum finally subsided and the older man slumped down to lie in Tom's embracing arms as he fought to recover his breath.
"Thanks, Tom!! I love you!!"
"And I love you too, Marty!!"
The two men lay close together, exhausted but contented and gradually drifted off to sleep. Although both men had things they needed to discuss there was a tacit agreement that these discussions could be left until the following day. In the morning Martin told Tom all about his interview with the Commissioner and listened while his lover offered sympathy for what had happened. Both men realised that there was nothing the Commander could do but bide his time and hope that the review in six months' time would lead to a reversal of the position. Until then, Tom pointed out that Martin had no choice other than to accept the inevitable. However, when the Commander got into his Office the next day he was in for another surprise. The announcement of the changes at Scotland Yard were to be made that same day and Martin was informed that he would take up his new post sooner than expected, in two weeks time.
On hearing this news, Mark Jamieson had organised a farewell party for the Commander on his last day in full command of the squad. All the existing and a large number retired members of Martin's squad, along with colleagues from the support staff and other Divisions were ask to gather in the squad room. A collection had been organised and, after consulting Tom, it had been decided to but Martin a valuable coin, which the Commander had been looking to buy for himself, for his collection. Martin was greeted with cheers and slaps on the back as he entered the room and found himself inundated with offers of drinks. As he circulated Martin saw old faces and familiar faces all wanting to say a few words but he was slowly propelled to the front of the room and up onto a small platform. Once he had decided that everyone was present and the party was in full swing, Mark called for silence by tapping a glass and announced to groans that he would be making a short speech and then be presenting Martin with the gift they had all contributed to. Once the banter had died down, Mark began to talk,
"We are all here today to honour Martin Roberts who was the founding officer in charge of the squad to which most of us are or have been members. We also welcome other colleagues who have worked with Martin in the past. Martin has shown by his own example a flair for leadership and has instilled in me, and I am sure in all others here today, a greater understanding and sympathy for the diversity of human nature and human failings than I had when I first joined the Force. His kindness and tolerance has been a hallmark of his leadership and we have all in our turn benefited from his warmth and humanity."
Murmurs of agreement spread through the room as Mark paused and then the Superintendent continued,
"Martin, all of us here have come to say 'goodbye' to you as you leave your post as overall Commander of the squad, albeit, we hope, temporarily. I know I speak for all of us when we say that we look forward to seeing you back with us soon but in the meantime we want to wish you good luck in Press and Public Relations. I'm sure you will bring all your best qualities, the ones that we have all benefited and learnt from to your new posting. As token of our esteem, it is now my pleasure to present to you this signed card and this gift which we hope will act as a happy reminder of the times you have spent in command of this squad."
Mark shook hands and then hugged Martin as he gave him the gift and the rest of the party goers clapped and cheered enthusiastically. Martin opened the package and beamed with delight when he saw the much-coveted coin shining in its box. Visibly moved, the Commander held up his hand and, gradually, the room fell silent. In slightly shaky voice, Martin started to speak,
"Well, Mark, everyone, what can I say? Well, never one to miss the opportunity to express my opinion, I'd like first of all to thank everyone for coming and for this splendid gift, which I shall treasure always. I know also I do not deserve even half the kind words or the expense that you have gone to today to make sure that my departure is marked in a fitting manner. This is even more so because this is 'farewell', rather than 'goodbye', as I shall still have an overall, watching brief on this squad. This squad is, and has always been in my view, made up from the finest, most efficient and effective group of officers in the Metropolitan Police, if not in the country. I suppose I should know I hand picked most of you!!"
Martin waited a moment as a ripple of laughter greeted these words and then he continued,
"I know that I leave you in the more than capable hands of Mark Jamieson, a fine officer and someone who has been with the squad since its inception. It has been my privilege to work with him and Mike Rickwood and, indeed, all of you. We have set high standards in this squad and I am proud of how well we have all worked together to make it the success it has become. We have worked with sensitive and effectiveness to bring wrongdoers to account for their actions. I am confident that these standards and success rates will continue to be maintained by Mark and Mike, because if they don't I shall want to know the reason why!
Again Martin paused as laughter punctuated his remarks and then he concluded,
"Finally, I'd like to end on a serious note. Thank you all, once again, for coming today and thanks for the wonderful gift but above all I cannot say how grateful and honoured I am to have led this squad and to have enjoyed your loyalty and support over all these years. Thank you all very much indeed!!"
The audience clapped for several minutes before Martin walked into the body of the squad room. As he did so his fellow officers crowded round to say their own personal words to him and to offer him drinks. Out of the corner of his eye, Martin saw Tom standing close to the door, smiling lovingly at his partner. The younger man pushed his way through the crowd to join his lover and together Tom ad Martin made their way to the heavily laden drinks table. The two men knew that the party would go on for quite some hours and it would be a long night. Tom had arranged for transport to take them home in the early hours of the morning. As Martin enjoyed the party both he and Tom were grateful that they would have the weekend to recover before they had to return to work.