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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.
WARNING:
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Always indulge in safe sex.
Chapter 5
Martin had returned home to the house he shared with Tom and their children in a very depressed mood. Neither the efforts of Harry and Simon before they went to bed, not the attentions of Tom afterwards had done much to improve the Commander's mood. Even the suggestion that the two lovers should retire to bed early and have a leisurely session of lovemaking had been greeted with something less than enthusiasm. Martin had thanked his partner for the offer but had indicated that he had neither the willingness nor the enthusiasm to follow it through. Instead, the older of the two lovers sat in his chair and poured a second rather large glass of whisky and proceeded to drink it slowly. Taking the hint Tom retired to bed deeply concerned at his lover's depressed mood and anxious to try to make things better but unable to think how. It was quite some time before Martin finally came to bed, by which time Tom, having laid awake for some time, had fallen fast asleep.
Any hopes that things might seem better in the morning were shattered by the shrill ring of the telephone, which Martin, struggling to force himself awake, answered. At the other end of the line was Superintendent Ron Alder, who was acting in charge of the Press and Public Relations Unit. The message he had to deliver was far from welcome,
"Sorry to bother you, sir, but there an item in one of the tabloids that I think you need to see, urgently. I'll fax a copy over to you so that you can read it before you come into work."
Martin inwardly groaned but thanked his colleague for the consideration he had shown towards him and asked,
"Is it bad?"
The voice at the other end sounded suitably embarrassed as he replied,
"Well, it's certainly not good, but, as you'll see, arguably only of indirect bearing on the case. It should be coming through on your machine now. I suggest you read it through and call me back after you've finished."
"OK, Ron, and thanks again", Martin said as he put the phone down and walked over to the fax machine that was already spilling out a long message.
The headline across the top of the tabloid front page read,
"GAY MP DUMPED ME AFTER HE WAS ELECTED"
The banner headline was followed by the subheading,
"HE WAS A TIGER IN BED AND ONE MAN COULD NEVER SATISFY HIM"
The story was printed all over the first page with the information that there were several more pages of revelations on subsequent pages. Martin scanned the article, written by a reporter, whose name he recognised, Alan Birch. Most of the story consisted of an interview the journalist had conducted with a man called Darren Wright, who claimed to have shared a flat with Nick Trafford for several years before the gay activist had been elected to Parliament. On the remainder of the page there were some poor quality photographs of a short, white man, who was probably, Martin guessed, a few years older than Nick Trafford. The Commander was rather surprised at the dead MPs choice of partner as he did not appear to be all that attractive, but Martin had long since given up on speculating about human attraction. The remainder of the press account contained a short and not too detailed descriptions of the life the two men spent together, followed by the assertion that the murdered politician had been known to frequent cruising areas to pick up casual sex partners.
By the time Martin finished reading the faxed copy, Tom was up and making coffee, trying to be as quiet as possible, so as not to wake the children, Sitting in his dressing gown at the kitchen table, the older lover handed the fax over to hiss partner, who took it and began to read. Martin, who greatly valued Tom's opinion, sat in silence drinking his coffee and waited for his lover to finish the article and make a comment. Eventually, the younger lawyer put the pages down and gave his initial reaction to what he had just read,
"If you wanted to do a hatchet job on our late and lamented MP, then here it is. Who is this journalist and how did he find this alleged `former lover'? That certainly would be my first question and after that, I'd want to know why this Darren Wright character chose to spill the beans now and not while he was alive?"
Martin, who had assumed that the article had resulted from good investigative journalism, was somewhat taken aback by his partner's reaction,
"I've heard of the reporter. Alan Birch is well respected in the profession and has got some good stories in the past. I haven't dealt with him personally, but I'll ask Ron Alder to get more information about him. Are you suggesting that this might be a put-up job, Tom?"
The younger man looked back at his lover and replied grimly,
"I think it highly possible, Marty. Looking into the past examples may be useful to see if this reporter gets his stories from particular sources, but I'd be more interested in knowing how he got on to this Darren Wright character. I know that when I was involved in the party meetings that selected Nick Trafford to be the parliamentary candidate for the constituency, there was nobody on the scene. I think some of us would have known if there had been. So I'm tempted to say that the assertion that the partner was dropped as soon as Nick was elected is at best an exaggeration and at worst untrue. I assume that nobody has mentioned the name of Darren Wright to you, have they?"
Martin shook his head and said,
"Not at all, there was no evidence that Nick Trafford had a partner now, although we have not dug back that far to see what the position was before he entered parliament. That was to be the next stage of the investigation. It's obvious that we'll have to talk to these two people sooner rather than later. I think I'll alert Mark and Mike and make arrangements for them to be brought in first thing. I expect I'll have an uncomfortable few minutes with the Commissioner, no doubt echoing the Home Secretary before the day properly begins. I'm also going to get Ron alder involved on getting background on the reporter."
Twenty minutes later, Martin was dressed and on his way to Scotland Yard where he was soon joined by his three most trusted senior colleagues. Copies of the tabloid newspaper article had been made available and the Commander, knowing that Ron Alder had already seen the article, asked Mark and Mike to read and comment on its content. While this was going on Martin asked Ron to brief him on what was known about Alan Birch, the reporter. The Superintendent was able to supply some details,
"Well, sir, he's fairly young, probably early thirties, but has built up a formidable reputation for landing scoops, He seems to have influential contacts who point him in the direction of getting them as well."
Martin looked at Ron and said,
"Any idea of the identity of these contacts? Could they be from inside the Government or Whitehall?"
The Superintendent shook his head,
"He's covered such a wide variety of stories, it's difficult to pin down a single source. I suppose it is possible that he's been tipped off by someone in government service, but I doubt if we can be certain about that."
Again Martin pressed the point,
"What about Special Branch? I know they've been delving into Mr Trafford's background, I have their official file, or at least the bit of it they are prepared to release to us. Donald Gough gave me what he claimed they had on the victim but added something about the MP disappearing at regular intervals and them not being able to trace him. Is it possible that there is a connection between this mystery and the reporter?"
Ron Alder looked thoughtful for a moment,
"Well, the scoops have been on a range of issues over the years, but nothing seems to tie them directly to Special Branch. The odd story might have come from such a source but most are domestic rogue trader, quack medicine type stories. As for the second possibility you raised about a connection between Trafford and Birch, I suppose it's possible, but I have never heard anything about such a thing and, again, I'd say the MP's interests, both before and after he went into parliament, were not of the kind that would have helped with the journalist's stories."
As it was obvious that the other two senior officers had now read the article, Martin was happy to leave the discussion there for the time being and, so, he and Ron returned to the table and joined them,
"What do you two make of this story?"
Mark Jamieson was the first to respond,
"My initial reaction was that this is an excellent piece of investigative journalism and, if the allegations are true, it certainly raises the possibility that Mr Trafford was on Hampstead Heath for a sexual liaison. On the other hand, it just seems somehow altogether too convenient for this to appear right now. I propose that we bring in the reporter and get a statement from him as soon as possible."
Mike Rickwood nodded and added,
"Yes, I agree it struck me that either the reporter was fed the story by the source for whatever motive or he was pointed in the right direction by someone, who wanted us to follow the line that this was a `gay-bashing' incident. I think we should also interview Darren Wright, check on his motives and his whereabouts on the night of the murder. If he's as jealous as he appears, arguably he has a motive for murder as well!"
"I wouldn't go quite that far", Martin said, quietly, "but I do agree we need to talk to both these people as soon as possible, so I'd like you two to arrange that for me. Mark why don't you go and find Mr Birch and bring him in for an interview. It would be a good idea if you took Aly Young with you as well. She needs to get more experience. Once Mr Birch has told you where Mr Wright can be found, let us know and then I'd like you, Mike, to go and pick him up. I don't want them to be in contact before we've seen them. OK? While Aly, Mike, Mark are bringing in the other two, Ron, would you root out as many of Mr Birch's articles as you can? I won't be idle either, before too long, I have a feeling that I will be spending a short, and not very comfortable, time with the Commissioner. I want to be able to tell him that we are pursuing the lines indicated in the newspaper. At the moment, we haven't got much else to go on, but I really am inclined to the view that that this is not the right direction to be looking in to find the guilty party. I've got a gut feeling that convinces me that this is a political crime and not a sexual one, but, I have to admit, I have no evidence to support that conclusion."
The Commander had only just finished speaking when the expected summons to see the Commissioner was received. This summons deprived Martin's colleagues of the chance to react to his comments about the case. As the Commander made his way to see his commanding officer, the other officers set about the programme that Martin had outlined. Martin's interview with the Commissioner was not quite as bad as he had expected because the Commander was able to reassure his boss that he was acting on the information contained in the newspaper article. Sir Thomas had appeared to be impressed with the speed with which martin had acted and by the fact that the Commander had been at his desk for several hours already. Nevertheless, it was clear to Martin that the revelations in the press had persuaded the Commissioner that the main line of enquiry should be concerned with the idea that Nick Trafford's killing was connected to a sexual motive, a view that the Commander did not fully share,
"Of course, we are taking action to interview the people involved with the newspaper article, sir, and that is our first priority for today. However, I have some other politicians I would like to speak to as well and I hope that you and the Home Secretary will agree that I can continue to pursue all lines of enquiry. It is very early days, sir, and I know we are all anxious for a result, but I have to say that the revelations in the press this morning struck me as all too convenient."
A strange look crossed the Commissioner's face as he looked back at Martin, but it quickly passed and Sir Thomas replied, evenly,
"I promised at the beginning that this was your case. There will be political cooperation but no political interference from the Home Secretary and politicians. I keep to that undertaking. You will be free to pursue those lines of enquiry that you deem appropriate."
The Commissioner paused for a moment and a slightly malign smile crossed his lips as he concluded,
"Naturally, I have every confidence in your professionalism and in your judgement on these important matters. However, it will be you who must take responsibility for the conduct of the case and deal with the consequences, good and bad."
Martin acknowledged the two-edged support from the Commissioner and left Sir Thomas' office with some concern that, despite the protestations to the contrary, he was in the middle of a political minefield. However, Martin was determined that, whatever the dangers, he would, indeed, pursue the case in his own way and uncover the truth about the murder of Nick Trafford.
Meanwhile, across London, Kenny Watson and Andy Laurie were just beginning to stir back to life. The horny couple had celebrated their good fortune in landing a job in Phil Lloyd-Williams' pub by spending almost the whole of the previous day in bed. The pub landlord had telephoned early in the day to say that neither of the two young men need come in that day. However, Phil added that he had arranged everything for them to start their new jobs following day and move into the pub permanently at the weekend. Despite this, the horny couple had only finally got to sleep in the early hours of the morning. At various times during the day and the earlier part of the night, the two lovers had experimented with seeing how long each of them could keep the other excited without making them shoot their jizz. During the course of this marathon, Kenny had demonstrated slightly more control than his younger partner, but the older of the two, had still seemed to be very vulnerable to Andy's oral technique of using his tongue to tease back the foreskin and lick the frenum. This was precisely what the randy teenager was doing at this moment as he brought both his lover and his prick to full attention. Kenny was still pretending to be asleep but both men knew this was not the case, but the younger partner played along with the idea. Andy's lips steadily engulfed his partner's cock and his tongue delved into the piss slit to extract as much pre-cum as possible, before spreading the clear liquid over the exposed and sensitive head. After taking the full length into his mouth and throat the teenager pulled his head back up and off the throbbing length and licked down the underside of the cock until his tongue reached the frenum, which Andy then proceeded to tease and nibble. At this point Kenny gave up his pretence of being asleep and moaned with pleasure,
"Fuck, yes!! .. Don't stop!! .. Lick my cock right there!! .. Wank my shaft and play with my balls!! .. I'm going to give you a creamy breakfast in bed!!!"
Laurie did as his lover instructed and began to use his hands to wank up and down on the base of the shaft as his tongue continued to send tremors through the throbbing cock as it teased the sensitive frenum. With one hand working the older partner's shaft and balls, the fingers of his other hand being used to spread pre-cum over the head and his mouth and tongue, Andy was driving Kenny ever closer to the inevitable orgasm. Anxious to receive the promised breakfast mouthful of cum, the randy teenager refused to alter the pace of his the manual and oral assault on his lover's cock and it was obvious from the throbbing and twitching that Kenny was at the point of no return. Andy knew this too and moved his mouth into a position from which he could engulf the exposed head of his partner's cock and used his tongue to tease the piss slit. Kenny's cock stopped throbbing for a moment and then the rush of ball juice pulsed through the rampant shaft and filled the teenager's mouth with salty, warm spunk. As the piss slit widened and began to spray the jizz into his mouth, Andy greedily swallowed and drank the breakfast offering, Kenny gasped out,
"Take it!! .. Take my load!! .. Swallow my hot cum down your sweet throat!! Eat it all!! .. I want to fill you .. with .. my .. love juice!! .. Yeahhhh!!"
Throughout this period, Andy's own dick had not only been rock hard, but had also been producing copious amounts of pre-cum to lubricate the sensitive glans, still half covered by his foreskin. Once a hand was free from working on his lover's cock and balls, Andy wasted no time in using it where it was most needed. As he sucked on his older lover's spouting prick, the teenager wanked his cock covering and uncovering the head with his vigorous strokes. By the time Kenny orgasm had subsided, Andy's was building up and he adjusted his position so that his older lover could watch as he brought himself off. Kenny lay still watching as his young partner's hand worked furiously up and down the shaft and Andy moaned and cried out,
"Look how excited I've got, sucking your dick!! .. I'm wanking myself off!! .. I'm going to shoot all over your face and body!!! .. I can taste your cum on my tongue and lips as I wank!!! It's making me sooo horny!! I'm .. going .. to .. cum .. for you .. soon!!!"
Kenny looked back up at his partner and urged Andy on,
"Oh yes, Andy!! .. Cum for me!! .. Shoot your spunk on me!! .. I want it on my face and body!!! .. Don't hold back!!! .. I'm ready and waiting!!!"
Andy's face screwed up with an expression of agony and ecstasy as the tingling in his balls built up to a level that craved release. The teenager knelt above his lover and pulled back his foreskin so that it was fully clear of his glans and held his cock firmly, but completely still. Andy let out a low cry as his dick shaft gave a throb and several ropes of spunk flew from the piss slit striking Kenny on his nose, mouth and chest. Two more, less intense, spurts followed before the stream of cum finally dried up to a dribble, but Kenny scooped up every last drop with his fingers and then sucked the hot jizz into his mouth. The older lover watched as his partner sank exhausted back onto the bed beside him and then said,
"It was amazing watching your cock shoot such a load all over me, Andy, especially as we both had more than our fair share of spunk-ups yesterday and last night. I don't know where you store it all, and I don't care either!"
Andy grinned in a tired way and whispered hoarsely back,
"You're one to talk! You filled my mouth with ball cream and must have shot as much as I did both now and beforehand!!"
With that, the two young lovers drifted back into a sleep and only woke again when it was time to get ready to go to work. Tempting though it was to start another session, Andy and Kenny knew that their boss would also be expecting an after-hours party to celebrate their first full day in work and the fact that they would be moving into the pub at the weekend. They showered together and then got dressed and made their way the short distance to the pub where they were to start work. They need not have rushed as the pub was not due to open for the best part of an hour, but Phil Lloyd-Williams beamed with pleasure as he saw his two new employees arriving and ushered them through to the back of the pub. Once they were in the living quarters, Phil reached forward and fondled the front of the jeans of the two younger men, whose cocks dutifully sprang to life at his touch. The jovial landlord smiled at Andy and Kenny and said,
"It looks as though you've been missing me on your day off. I was going to wait until we closed tonight, but I think we've got enough time for me to have a quick bit of fun before we open."
Phil knelt down in front of the two barmen and smoothly unzipped their jeans and pulling them down off their hips. Noting the pleasant bulges in their underclothes, the landlord pushed his mouth and face against the hard shaft first of Andy's cock and then onto that of Kenny's, licking the cloth covered dicks with his tongue and making the cotton material all wet. The two young barmen moaned with delight and pushed each other's underwear down in order to allow Phil better access to their pricks. The landlord grasped a cock in each hand and gently rolled back the foreskins before alternatively sucking first Kenny, and then Andy, into his mouth. With a small adjustment to the way he was standing, the older of the two barmen managed to position himself in such a way that his cock could slip in between the landlord's willing mouth and still leave room for the head of Andy's dick to slide in alongside it. Phil revelled in the pleasure of having two cocks in his mouth at the same time and skilfully used his lips and tongue to stimulate both his partners. The head of Andy's cock moved gently in and out of Phil's mouth and as it did so it added a further stimulation to the shaft of Kenny's cock, which remained firmly in place at the entrance to the landlord's throat. To add to the exciting scene, Andy was wanking his cock shaft and each forward stroke of his hand coincided with the return of his exposed glans to the inside of Phil's warm and welcoming mouth. Even though the teenager had already shot a huge load only a few hours earlier, Andy was excited by the sight and was more than content to bring his own relief by hand, as Phil's expert tongue licked his piss slit and together they stimulated Kenny's twitching rod. The teenager fought to remain in control but knew that he was about to lose the battle. As he struggled to maintain control over his body and his breath Andy called out loudly
"Lick my piss slit, Phil!! .. I'm .. getting .. very .. close!! I want you to eat .. my .. cum!!!"
Kenny added his encouragement too,
"Yes, Phil, suck Andy's cock!! Make him shoot his load in yr mouth!! I want to feel his sticky jizz on my dick shaft!!"
On hearing these shouts of support, Phil's used his expert tongue to tease the youngster's piss slit and the tip delved deep inside to try to reach the spunk that was already on its way from Andy's balls. Moments later, the angry slit opened and the horny teenager screamed with delight as a stream of warm cum spewed out and covered the landlord's tongue and thumped into the shaft of Kenny's cock. Andy gasped out as he shot his load,
"Here .. it .. cums .. !! I'm .. filling .. your ..mouth .. with .. my .. spunk!! Eat .. it .. Phil!! .. Eat .. it!! Eat .. it .. all!!!"
The feel of his partner's love juice hitting his shaft and making it all greasy and slick was electrifying for Kenny, who pulled his cock a short distance back to allow Phil's the opportunity to swallow the horny teenager's jizz. The older barman could not wait long, however, and was soon pushing his cock back deep into Phil's eager mouth and throat. With Andy's cock deflating still beside his hard shaft, Kenny began to steadily face fuck the sucking landlord. As he did so, the older barman shouted,
"Suck my cock!! .. Feel me face fuck you while Andy's cum is still on your tongue!! .. You're going to have two horny young guys shoot their cream into your greedy mouth and down your throat!! .. Eat it all!! .. Here ... I ... Cummmm!!!"
Although Andy's cock was beginning to feel quite sensitive, he was sufficiently excited to be able to ignore it for a short while so that he could feel his friend's cock throb as he shot his load into Phil's mouth. The teenager urged his randy lover to finish what they had started,
"Fuck his face, Kenny!! .. Take his cock, Phil .. Suck both lots of cum down!! .. Oh, yes, Kenny!! .. I can feel your cock shooting!!!"
Kenny's cock head had swelled and the gobbling landlord was happily receiving a second load of young man's spunk and swallowing it down his throat. At some point, Phil had obviously extracted his own cock from his jeans and it was sticking out in front of him begging for attention. Although still heady from his orgasm, Andy had finally allowed his cock to slip out of the landlord's mouth and so was in a position to reach down and wank the shaft of Phil's short, fat, cut cock. It only took a few strokes before the older man was ready to cum. Phil had finally stopped sucking Kenny and began to moan with pleasure at the same time as he use his tongue to complete a clean-up operation on Kenny's cock. As the older of the two barmen allowed his now spent and sensitive cock to slip from between Phil's lips, the landlord's own cock erupted and fired a volley of small, but powerful, spurts of jizz all over the floor in front of him. For a moment or two the three men relaxed in order to give their bodies time to recover and when he was ready the landlord found a cloth and cleaned up the mess on the carpet. Smiling at his two new employees and willing sex partners, Phil said,
"Thank you, both of you, that was great!! It's been a long time since I've had such sexy and willing employees!! I can see we really are going to make a happy and contented team!! I know it's not possible for you to move right away, but I can tell you I can't wait until you move in at the weekend!! With a bit of luck, there'll be plenty of time today for us to continue the celebrations, at least I hope there will be!"
Kenny and Andy nodded their enthusiastic endorsement of the fact that they were looking forward to coming to live at the pub and that they were also more than willing to follow up on the suggestion of more fun later in the day. Looking at the clock, Phil added,
"Look at the time, we'd better make a start by getting properly dressed, then we can bottled up and make sure everything is ready for the pub opening time. By the way, when we've ready would one of you mind running round the corner to the newsagents and getting a couple of newspapers for the bars?"
Kenny was the first to finish dressing and so he was delegated to fetch the newspapers, while Andy and Phil remained behind to prepare the pub for opening time. Ten minutes later, the older barman returned with the papers and distributed them around the bars. As luck would have it, trade that lunchtime was particularly heavy and it was not until the mid-afternoon closure that any of the three men serving in the pub got much of a break. When they did so, Andy casually picked up one of the tabloids that had been thrown onto one of the seats and took it into the living area at the back of the pub to read it. The other two men had remained behind in the bar finishing the last of the clearing up. Moments later, the teenager, who was supposed to have been getting some food for himself and his fellow workers, returned to the bar in an excited state and called over to Kenny, asking to have a word. When his friend walked over and joined him, Andy waved the front page of the paper in front of him and, in at state of some excitement, said,
"Judging by the picture here, I think it is of the guy I saw walking past on the footpath in Hampstead Heath the other night. It says he was an MP and that he was murdered. It looks as though he was killed just after I saw him. The Police are asking for witnesses. Do you think I ought to tell someone what I saw?"
Kenny looked slightly nervous. It was the first thing he had heard about any murder, probably because he was not one to listen to the news on read the papers. The older barman thought for a moment before replying to his lover's question and then said,
"No, not just yet. I think we should all read the article first and find out more about it. After that we can decide whether we need to say anything or not. There's no need to come forward and draw attention to ourselves if we don't have to, but it certainly explains all the Police activity up there over the last few days. Also we don't want them thinking either of us had anything to do with it or asking too many questions about why we waited until now to say anything."
Seeing the two young men chatting, Phil came over and said,
"What's the conference all about? I hope you're not having a union meeting and about to demand more pay or better conditions, are you?"
Andy explained what the problem was and what Kenny had just suggested. Phil said that he understood the teenager's dilemma, but agreed with Kenny and suggested that, as soon as they had all eaten something, the three of them should decide what to do. It was some time later that Andy, Kenny and Phil had the chance to sit down together and the landlord learned the full story of the night that Nick Trafford was murdered and what it was that bothered Andy so much about what he had read in the press. The teenager explained his concerns to the other two,
"It says in the paper that this MP was probably murdered because he was out looking for sex and met up with the wrong people. I know that there are all sorts of people around on the Heath, such as people who like to go out `gay-bashing'. When we first got together, Kenny warned me about that risk, but I saw the man that night and it wasn't like that. He didn't appear to be looking for sex. I made it obvious that I was available but he walked straight by. I know he was an important guy and all that, but he did not even look at me or glance in my direction. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, but I just don't believe he was there for sex."
Phil smiled at his young employee and, having placed a hand on Andy's inner thigh in a comforting manner, responded to his concerns,
"It's just possible that he didn't see you. Even if he did, despite the fact that both Kenny and I find you irresistible, maybe you were just not his type."
Kenny nodded in agreement with the older man's comment and he also put a reassuring hand on his young friend's inner thigh. The older barman was surprised and pleased to discover that his hand made contact with the one that Phil had already placed there a few moments earlier. The pub landlord ginned mischievously at both the other men, as Kenny spoke,
"Yes, Andy, you've just said that he looked as though he was on a mission. Maybe he just didn't want to get mixed up with you because he had arranged to meet someone else."
The teenager, whose cock was beginning to swell as a result of the actions of the other two on his crotch, shrugged and said,
"I guess you could be right. Nevertheless, I could have been the last person to see him before he met whoever killed him. I do really like what you're both doing to me at this moment so don't stop, but, afterwards, I think I will go and tell the Police what I saw."
Phil indicated that he was happy with the compromise and said so. Still feeling the growing bulge in Andy's jeans, the oldest of the three men pushed back his chair and indicated that the two youngsters should join him on the floor. Once there, the landlord leaned over and extracted Andy's now hard cock from his jeans. At the same time, Kenny moved round and position himself in direct line with the bulging jeans of his employer, leaving the teenager's face pressed close to the older barman's groin. Within moments, the three horny men, having completely undressed, lay on the floor naked and formed a daisy chain with each mouth wrapped enthusiastically around someone else's cock.
Andy, Kenny and Phil worked their lips and tongues up and down cock shafts and pre-cum covered dick heads. The oldest of the three, and by far the most experienced, was an expert in sucking uncut cocks and Phil's efforts were sending shivers of excitement through Andy, who in turn was showing with own expertise in sucking Kenny's throbbing prick. The older of the two young lovers was delighted by the feel of his teenage partner's mouth on his rigid tool, but was equally enjoying the taste of Phil's cut cock, which was being pushed in and out of his mouth. The room was silent except for the slurping and sucking noises coming from all three men, who were bobbing their heads in rhythmic syncopation.
At one point, Andy felt a finger probing his tight sphincter and knew that Phil was keen to finger fuck him as well. The randy teenager opened his legs as wide as he could in order to ensure that the older man had better access. However, it was not long before the effect of the finger penetration brought contact with Andy's prostate, which caused his cock to twitch uncontrollably and, in turn, hastened the horny barman's orgasm. Somewhat involuntarily, the teenager's balls tightened in their sack, the shaft stiffened and the piss slit widened as, without much warning, Andy's hot spunk emptied into the Phil's expectant mouth. Swallowing the youthful, great tasting cum was enough to send the landlord over the edge and, just as the teenager's jizz dried to a trickle, Phil began to shoot his load onto Kenny's tongue and down his throat. The knowledge that his young lover had already given Phil a good mouthful and caused the older man to reciprocate into the older barman meant that Kenny could not hold out much longer either. The teenage barman who was the only one not yet to receive a reward was still working his mouth on his friend's cock but recognised the signs that he would soon also be given his reward. Andy waited excitedly as his partner began to fire ball juice into his warm throat and the horny teenager gratefully took all that his lover had to offer. As the three dicks deflated and slipped out from the sucking mouths, their owners lay back on the floor and fought to recover their breath. Phil watched as the sensitive heads of the barmen's cocks were covered by foreskin and hid them from his view. Phil's cut cock also became flaccid and he sought to protect the sensitive areas around the head before each of the three sex partners fell into a short, but pleasantly refreshing, doze.
The rest did not last long because the three men had to get the pub ready for the evening opening. Kenny was first up and roused the other two, who sleepily got dressed and joined in with the preparations. When all was ready, Phil grinned at Andy and indicated that he should use the telephone and the young teenager disappeared back into the living area behind the main bar. While they had been working, Andy had already told the other two what he intended to say and they had made a few suggestions for improvement but generally they had thought that the teenager's intended statement was good. Looking at the list on the wall, Andy found the number of the local Police Station and dialled the number. As soon as the call was answered, a slight panic came over Andy and he stammered,
"H .. hello, m .. my name is Andy,"
A kindly and encouraging voice from the other end of the line gave Andy more confidence and he carefully made his prepared speech,
"It's about the murder on Hampstead Heath, you know, the one where that MP got killed. I have some information that might be helpful. I saw him there on the Heath, shortly before the time it says in the paper he died. I didn't have anything to do with his death, but I may have been one of the last people to see him alive."
The Constable at the Police Station took a small number of details from Andy and told the teenager that he would pass the message on to the investigating officers. The Constable added that, if these Officers though it worth interviewing the young man further they would be in touch. Andy felt that he had done his duty and was quite excited at the prospect of helping with a murder enquiry but this feeling slowly left him as the hours went by and he heard nothing further.
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