DISCLAIMER:
This is my first story for quite a while. I hope you feel it is worth the wait. Please not that none of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual overtones. I hope that you like this as a piece of writing.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
Chapter 1
When he told them of his intentions, very few of his friends, especially his closest friends like Rob Cotton, believed Martin Roberts. On hearing the news, Rob could not contain his surprise and amazement and burst out,
"You must be joking! Why on earth would someone like you want to join the Police Force?"
Martin had anticipated this response and had his retort ready, in a defiant tone he asked challengingly, but simply,
"Why not?"
Rob responded to his friend's sharp question, equally shortly,
"Firstly you are an intellectual, the brightest guy I know and the Police aren't renowned for their enthusiasm for intelligent individuals and secondly, as you are the first to admit, you are gay. Once again I would say that that is something the Police are none too keen on either. Put them together an intelligent, intellectual gay and you have a recipe for a complete disaster!"
Martin shook his head as he replied to his friend's argument,
"I think you are wrong and, if they simply judge people in the way you describe, so are they. The Police should reflect the society that they serve and I am confident that I can win them over and make them accept me."
"Oh, come off it, Martin, don't be so naive," David Austin had been listening to the two friends having their heated exchange and weighed in, adding for good measure, "It's not as though you have to work. You are sitting on a small fortune."
"I don't agree, Dave," Martin said defiantly, "and in any case my 'small fortune', as you put it, is not available to me for several years yet. I am not going to sit around doing nothing until I'm 25!"
The three friends continued to argue for some time but, in the end, neither David nor Rob could persuade Martin that he was wrong. Equally unsuccessful was Martin's History tutor, Professor Smethurst, who, when he next saw his best student, expressed himself in a somewhat disappointed manner,
"Martin, dear boy, are you sure that you know what you are doing? Applying to the Metropolitan Police Force! I mean to say! I believe you know that I regard you as the best student I have had in years and that I could easily line you up for a Studentship to do Research in History without any problem at all. I can't understand why you want to throw it all away and go off to join the Police."
"You're not the first person to tell me that, Professor," Martin replied with a sigh, "but as I told the others, it's what I want to do. I believe I can contribute something really valuable to the Police Force. I've also got the Met to agree that, after my basic training, if I want to, I can do a Masters in Criminology before I go on the Beat."
"Well, I doubt if you will find any of that very taxing!" Martin's tutor said ironically. "I shudder to think what your parents would have thought if they had known how you intended to throw your life and talent away in the manner you have chosen!"
The Professor knew that the reference to his parents would be a blow below the belt but he also surmised correctly that this was one issue that Martin would not have considered. Although Martin was certain that his late father, at least, would have approved, the Professor's words did give him pause and he reflected back on his early life and the events that had brought him to where he was.
Martin's father, David Roberts, had been well into his sixties when the boy was born. Even Martin's mother, Dorothy, who was some twenty or so years younger than her husband, had given up all hope of a family when, at last, she fell pregnant. The arrival of Martin had transformed his parents' lives and they devoted themselves to his education and to encouraging their son to investigate life to the full. As a youngster and as soon as he was old enough to understand, Martin had been taken to see the major European cities and to visit galleries and historical buildings by the score.
Growing up, the young Roberts boy had spent his early childhood in a large detached house on the outskirts of a smallish village not far from London and well within commuter range. Before he retired, Martin's father had worked in the City, had prospered and become a man of considerable means. David Roberts had more than enough resources to put his only child through Preparatory School, then off to a Private Boarding Junior School before a final transfer to a major Public School, where again the young Martin boarded.
Despite, or perhaps because of his upbringing, Martin was very close to his father who also nurtured in the young man a love of rugby football. Even though the youngster was not a very effective player of the sport, Martin enjoyed watching the matches with his father during school holidays and, best of all, being in the bar at the end of the game, having a fizzy drink and eating a very unhealthy plate of chips, something that was 'our secret', as his father would often say.
Martin was just turned thirteen and home for his half term holiday when his life was changed dramatically. His father, who always rose early, got up as usual but, before he could even open the curtains and pour the morning tea for his wife, the elderly man had collapsed on the floor of the bedroom. The young boy heard his mother's cry and rushed in to see his father lying flat out on the floor. It took the young boy less than a minute to realise that his father had died, a fact confirmed later by a post-mortem, which concluded that, in all probability, David Roberts, had been dead before he hit the floor. The suddenness of his father's death had a significant, but temporary, impact on Martin's ability to cope at school and he fell from always getting top grades in his schoolwork to somewhere in the middle ranks of the student body. The teenager's House Master, Tom Granville, did much to boost Martin's confidence and to play the role of a substitute father. Ted Granville's son, James, was a couple of years older than Martin, but they knew each other. With his father's encouragement, the younger Granville, befriended Martin, who seemed to be older and wiser than most boys of his age.
James Granville was tall, with dark hair, blue eyes and looked rather gangling and uncoordinated. He was not conventionally good looking, but he had something about him that attracted attention. The teenager was popular around the school and, allegedly, in the local village as well. On the other hand, although James was poor at sport, he was a good chess player, which was another bond he had with Martin. Martin was invited round to the House Master's home quite frequently and soon became a semi-permanent fixture. Martin and James talked a lot, with the latter taking on the role of an older brother, while they played endless games of chess, a game at which the pair were well matched. A few weeks after Martin had started coming to the house, Tom Granville popped his head round the door and spoke to James,
"Your Mum and I are going out to town right now. Do either of you lads want to come with us or would you prefer to stay here on your own?"
James looked across at Martin, who shrugged slightly, and the older boy replied,
"If it's OK with you, I think Martin and I would rather stay here. We're in the middle of a game of chess and I don't want to break off and I don't think Martin does either, do you?"
The younger boy shook his head and then said,
"No, if that's OK with your parents."
Tom Granville smiled and signified his agreement.
The two boys played their game to a conclusion and, not for the first time, Martin somehow salvaged a draw when all seemed lost. At the end of the afternoon, the two teenagers agreed that they had enjoyed themselves and liked the idea of being allowed to stay in the house on their own.
A couple of days later, the House Master saw Martin and said,
"Would you like to go and see James this lunchtime? He's feeling quite unwell and not in school, so I think he'd like the company. It's Wednesday so you will have to miss games, but I know that's no big deal for you! I'll clear it with Mr Cranston and tell him that you won't be playing this afternoon, shall I?"
Martin grinned and said,
"Yes please, sir, I'd like that. I'll go and see James straight after lunch. I hope he isn't really sick."
Tom Granville gave a somewhat uncertain smile, which indicated that he was unsure how serious his son's illness was. After lunch, Martin walked over to his friend's house and, as was his custom, let himself in through the back. Door. Mrs Granville was in the kitchen and greeted him,
"Hello, Martin. Bad news I'm afraid. I had to call the doctor and he says he thinks James has appendicitis. We're waiting for the ambulance to take him to the hospital for an operation. I'm glad you're here, he's a bit anxious and you may be able to cheer him up."
Martin looked downcast at the news, but put on a brave face and went upstairs to see his friend. James lay on the bed looking very pale, but, when he saw Martin, his face brightened a little. The two teenagers exchanged greetings and then James said rather anxiously,
"Tell me, Martin, have you ever been in hospital? I never have, not even when I was born. Mum had me at home."
Martin thought for a minute and then said quietly,
"I've been twice. I was born in a hospital and I had an operation when I was three. I don't remember the first time, obviously, but I do remember the second visit and that one was all OK."
James seemed relieved and said,
"What did you have done? Was it your appendix as well?"
Martin looked slightly sheepish and his face reddened as he replied,
"No, I've still got my appendix. I had to have something done to my .. my dick."
James looked surprised for a moment and then whispered,
"Did they circumcise you then?"
Martin nodded, again embarrassed by talking about such a private matter, but he liked and trusted James and did not want to keep any secrets from him,
"Yes. I had difficulty peeing, so my father told me."
James looked as though he was about to ask more questions, but the arrival of the ambulance prevented him. Mrs Granville appeared in the bedroom doorway with two paramedics who helped James into a wheelchair and carried him downstairs to the waiting vehicle. Mrs Granville looked concerned and James looked upset, Martin was unsure what to do and decided it would be best to leave as quickly and quietly as possible, but James said,
"Mum, do you think Martin could come with us in the ambulance?"
Mrs Granville looked dubious for a moment and replied,
"I doubt if he'd want to, hospitals aren't the nicest places. But, if you like, I'll ask him. Martin, if I can arrange it, would you like to come with us in the ambulance and keep James company at the hospital. Of course, you don't have to come if you don't want to."
Martin looked at James, who seemed to be pleading to him with his eyes and, after a brief pause, the younger teen shrugged and said,
"OK, I don't mind."
A weak smile crossed James' pale face and, once the patient had been loaded into it, Martin and Mrs Granville followed him into the ambulance. The ride to the hospital took less than ten minutes and James was wheeled into the accident and emergency area and seen straight away. After a short wait, a doctor emerged to tell the anxious parent and James' closest friend what was happening,
"As your GP suspected, James has got an inflamed appendix and the best treatment will be to remove it. We have a couple more tests to do but, Mrs Granville, but if you sign the consent form, we should be able to perform the surgery later today. I would imagine your son will need to stay in here for a few days, but I expect that he will be able to go home to recuperate after that and, as he's young and generally healthy, he should be up and about and fighting fit very shortly after that."
Mrs Granville looked simultaneously anxious and relieved and Martin was also glad that his friend would soon be well again. James' mother telephoned her husband, who agreed that she and Martin should stay until James was out of surgery. Once he could get away, Tom Granville would come in to see his son, after which he would drive Martin and his wife back to the school.
The surgery was a great success and Martin got to see James every day that he was in the hospital and then, on the Saturday, the teenager was allowed home. Martin went with Mr Granville to accompany his friend back to the Housemaster's home, but did not stay long that day because James was feeling very groggy. However, by the next day, the recuperating patient was much more alert, but his mother had confined him to bed until she was satisfied he was fully back to strength. That afternoon Martin sat by the edge of the bed and chatted to James, who seemed somewhat distracted by something. After a few moments, the visitor realised that his friend was not listening to him and exclaimed,
"James! You haven't heard a word I've said for the last ten minutes, have you?"
James jolted his attention back to his friend and replied contritely,
"Sorry, Martin, I was thinking of something else. Close my bedroom door, please, there's something I want to ask you."
Martin walked across the room, closed the door and then came back to his friend's bedside and sat down again. James looked slightly uncertain how to proceed, but eventually blurted out,
"Will you do me a favour? Show me your circumcised dick close up. I've never seen one very close. I know a few guys in the school are cut like you, but I've never had a chance to see one really close up and, another thing, I've never quite worked out how you wank a cock without a foreskin. Will you show me how you do it? You do wank don't you?"
Martin looked very embarrassed by the request and by the questions. The younger teenager had grown up in a household where he had never seen either of his parents naked. Matters of such a personal nature were rarely, if ever, discussed and Martin's sex education had come from a book his parents had given him a year earlier, from Health Education lessons in school and from what he had picked up from other members of his dorm. The younger boy was aware that he was comparatively unusual amongst his peers in being circumcised, as he had seen most of his fellow pupils in the showers at one stage or another during his career, but had not given the matter much thought. Now, however, his best friend was asking Martin to show him one of his most private parts. James noticed that Martin was hesitating and had gone quite red in the face, so he tried to sound encouraging,
"Just a little look will do, Martin and, if you want to, you can have a good look at mine in return."
Martin wanted to say no to his friend but, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a strange sense of excitement spread through his groin and, after a short delay, eventually he agreed to his friend's proposal. Standing as close as he could to James' bed, Martin slowly opened the zip fly of his school trousers and fished inside to extract his small, but quite thick cock and slowly pulled it out for inspection. James bent close to have a good look and then said,
"It looks very nice, but a bit strange. I bet that head is very funny to touch."
Martin recognised the implied request in his friend's remark, but did not respond in words. Instead the younger boy removed his protective hand and watched as James tentatively reached out and ran his fingers gently over the head and down the shaft. When he felt another person's hand on his cock, a tingle of electric excitement ran through Martin's body and, much to his distress, he began to get hard. James continued to run his hand over the hardening dick and said,
"It feels so soft and hard at the same time, if that doesn't sound contradictory, and the spongy head is amazing. I'm hard as well, want to feel mine in return?"
Martin's first instinct was to refuse the invitation, but the feeling he was getting from James was so good that he did not want the experiment to end, so he nodded and the older teenager pulled back his bedclothes and revealed a long, thin, rock hard cock standing proudly to attention. James took hold of Martin's hand and gently placed it on the shaft of his dick and smiled at his young friend in encouragement. Martin seemed to know instinctively what to do and gently at first, and, with increasing determination, he was soon running his hand up and down the length of the older teenager's penis. James was doing something similar to Martin's cock and his hypothetical questions about whether and how the younger boy wanked were increasingly irrelevant as he, too, instinctively began to develop a rhythmic motion up and down the short, fat shaft. At this moment, the older boy took charge of events,
"Pull the skin a bit off the head, please, Martin and hold it a bit tighter and wank it up and down a bit faster. It feels so good having someone else's hand on my prick. Do you like it too?"
Although he continued to follow the older teenager's instructions, Martin nodded but did not speak. For his part, the younger teen was experiencing feelings he had never had before and was enjoying every moment. At the same time, Martin was concerned over what would happen if James' parent caught them and, as was often the case when he was anxious, he felt the tell tale signs that he was about to shoot his spunk very soon after the older teenager started to play with his cock. At the same time, Martin hoped that he was doing what James wanted and that he would see him spunk up too. Leaning closer over the bed, Martin whispered to his partner,
"Keep it going, I'm about to cum!"
"So am I!" grinned James, "Want to finish yourself off or shall we finish each other?"
By way of answer, Martin maintained his grip on James' dick and began to work it even harder and felt the older teen continue to milk him in return. Seconds later, first Martin, then James watched as each of them shot a healthy load of cum. The younger man's flew from his piss slit and landed on the older teen's pyjama jacket, while James' spunk shot straight up into the air and landed with a splat on the youngster's almost hairless stomach. As soon as he had recovered his breath, James said,
"That was fantastic! I've never had such a good wank!! Thanks, Martin!!"
"It was good for me too, the best ever!! Thanks to you too, James," came the younger teenager's breathless response.
Once James had cleaned himself up with some tissues, the two teenagers quickly adjusted their clothing and resumed their conversation. Ten minutes later, Mrs Granville appeared in the doorway and said,
"Come on, Martin, I think you should be getting back to your dormitory. It's nearly time for dinner and, in any case, I don't want James getting too tired. He's supposed to be recovering his strength."
Martin stood up and dutifully headed towards the door, but James winked at his new sex partner and called out to his mother,
"Mum, can Martin come again tomorrow, while you and Dad are out? I could really do with the company. It's very boring stuck in bed with nothing to do."
Mrs Granville smiled indulgently at her young son and replied with a smile,
"Well, maybe for an hour or so, but I don't want him taking too much out of you."
James beamed and said,
"He won't do that. We'll probably play a game of chess or something, nothing too taxing. Thanks, Mum."
Martin left his friend's house fully aware that what had just happened there was a life changing experience. As he walked back to his dorm, Martin realised that James had not exactly told the truth about never having wanked a cut prick because his teenage friend had managed to bring him off with a high degree of expertise. The younger teen did not bother to ask again about the matter, nor was he surprised when James introduced the subject of oral sex a few days later. Indeed, over the next months and years, James and Martin enjoyed a close and, in its way, sexual bond. This relationship only ended when James went off to University in Scotland and the young man's father moved from the school to become a Head Teacher in another Public School.
Just before their lives were separated, however, James, who had recently passed his driving test, took Martin out for a drive. The teenagers' destination was a remote farmhouse some distance away. It was here that Martin learned more about James' secret life. As they drove into the farmyard, the older teen showed great familiarity with the layout and knew exactly where to park his car so that it was out of sight of the road. Before James showed his younger friend into the house through a side door, Martin noted that there were two other cars also parked close by.
Once inside, the older teen led the way into a large back room, well screened from every direction and there Martin was introduced to a small group of five men, ranging from teenagers to adults in their late thirties. On seeing James, all five greeted the youngster warmly and the oldest of them, who gave his name as 'Brian' said,
"Good to see you both. I presume that this must be the young man you have told us so much about, Stuart. Welcome to our little group. Let me explain that we never use our real names in this place. When I'm here, my name is 'Brian'. The others in the group are 'Pete', 'Dave', 'Colin', and 'Hugh'."
As he said each name, 'Brian' pointed to the appropriate person and each stepped forward and shook Martin by the hand. Martin had wondered who 'Stuart' was, but then realised that this was the name that James had decide to use in the group. As James was a scientist and Martin was an historian, the younger teen wondered if his friend had grasped the link between the names James and Stuart and resolved to ask him later. However, there was no time right then, as 'Brian' was asking Martin a question,
"And what name do you wish to be known as among the group?"
Martin thought for a moment and then said,
"Adam."
'Brian' smiled and then said warmly,
"Welcome, Adam."
Then, turning to the others, he said,
"Let us make our new member welcome in the traditional way."
Within moments, the other members of the group had surrounded Martin and it became clear that a session of mutual stripping was to take place. As there were many hands working on him and he was receiving no help in his reciprocal action, Martin was soon naked and his body was being simultaneously admired and inspected by the others. It took him rather longer but, eventually, and with great difficulty, the young teenager managed to finally strip the clothes off all the others so that the other six people present were naked as well. Looking round, Martin noted that he was not alone in being cut. A young man in his twenties called 'Hugh' had a long thin prick from which sprouted a cut head that looked as if it was an extension of the shaft and appeared to have no excess skin. By contrast, Martin's cut cock still had some loose skin that bunched up when it was soft and folded neatly under the head. The other five cocks were all uncut but varied in shape and size and, in the case of 'Pete', colour. 'Pete' was the second youngest of the group and he was black with a cock that was slightly bigger than that of everyone else, except for 'Brian'.
Martin looked around and realised that this was very obviously the source of James' sexual knowledge and wondered how his friend had got involved in the group. He resolved to ask his friend about that later, but, in the meanwhile, it was very exciting to be with so many people and to see such a wide range of cocks, all on open display and all fully erect. As he stood there, each of the members of the group came up to Martin in turn and gently fondled his dick for a few moments while also encouraging the latest recruit to their number to do likewise with their own raging hard-ons. The teenager did not hesitate and had soon enjoyed the varying textures and feel of each of his newly acquired friends. Before long, however, once again, 'Brian' took control and said quietly,
"Now that we have all got to know each other better, it is time for 'Adam' to be invited to choose a partner for the first part of the ceremony of initiation. 'Adam', which one of us do you choose?"
Martin looked round at each of the dicks that stood out invitingly. Knowing that he could not choose his best friend, he opted for the person who appeared to be next to James in age and said,
"I choose 'Pete'."
'Pete' grinned widely and walked over to Martin and said,
"'Adam', I am yours to command."
Martin looked at his partner and said,
I am 'Adam' and I wish to know what you most like doing."
'Pete' said quietly,
"I like being fucked."
Martin had never fucked anyone before but, with the bravado of youth, he was not going to let that fact stop him, and so he replied,
"OK 'Pete', you will be well fucked by 'Adam'!"
As the others watched, 'Pete' assumed a position lying on his back and invited 'Adam' to join him and kneel between his buttocks. Knowing that this was what he needed to do, Martin got onto his knees and gently guided his prick towards his partner's hole. When the end of his glans reached the lips of the arse entrance, Martin felt a jolt of excitement and 'Pete' reached down and adjusted the position so that the invading cock was just at the right angle to enter him. Martin paused for a moment, but then heard his best friend's voice whispering in his ear,
"Go on 'Adam' enter him! Fuck 'Pete's' brains out and make him cum as well as you!" Relishing his role of 'Adam', Martin pushed a little harder and was surprised at the ease with which his dick entered Pete's hole. 'Pete' gave out a slight gasp of delight as his welcoming arse received the fat, cut, cock head,
"Oh yes, 'Adam'," the youngster moaned. "Fill me with your rock hard dick!"
Martin pushed deeper into 'Pete' until he felt his balls slap against the raised arse cheeks and realised that he was fully embedded in the young man's love channel. Seeing their latest recruit in this state brought a spontaneous round of applause from the audience, which then broke into smaller groups and began to indulge in sexual couplings of their own. Martin felt stimulated by the activities of the other people around him and began to slowly withdraw from the deepest recess of his partner's hole before slamming back inside him and causing another moan of pleasure to come out of 'Pete' mouth,
"That's so good!! Make it even better and wank my cock as you fuck my hole!!"
Martin reached forward and grasped the long, thick, black uncut cock that was sticking straight up from the youngster's groin and began to work the very loose foreskin on and off the head as he thrust with increasing speed in and out of 'Pete'. This was the first time Martin had ever fucked anyone and there was no doubt that he was loving it! The horny teenager also found what he was doing to be very stimulating and it did not take long before his balls had moved onto autopilot and were preparing to discharge their spunk. Fighting hard to control himself, Martin knew he was losing the battle and rasped out,
"Fuck, 'Pete', I'm going to cum inside you!!"
'Pete' grinned back at his youthful partner and replied,
"Great, 'Adam', fill me with your cream and toss me off and make me cum too!!"
Martin began to wank the young man's cock with all the skill he had acquired from the years of playing with James' dick. As he felt his own cock begin to throb and twitch as his cum moved inexorably towards his piss slit, Martin noted that his partner's balls had tightened and knew that 'Pete' was about to spunk up as well. 'Pete' tightened his arse muscle's grip on his teenage partner's dick and he felt it stiffen and go still, just prior to the explosive climax. As he did so, the older man willed his own orgasm to materialise. Inside his partner's love channel, Martin felt his piss slit widen and spunk flew out in several convulsive shots liberally covering 'Pete's' insides with his creamy ball juice. At the same time, the cock in Martin's hand throbbed and twitched uncontrollably as cum exploded into the air and fell onto the black man's chest and stomach. Two cries of 'yes!' filled the air as the mutual orgasms were reached. Slowly, the two youthful partners came down from their high as the intensity of the moment subsided. Although he was deeply engaged in a mutual sucking session with 'Stuart', 'Brian' broke off for a moment and called across the room,
"Well done, 'Adam', welcome to the club! Thank you, 'Pete', as usual, you were awesome too!"
Martin lay back suitably drained by his exertions, but happy as well and, as they watched the other members of the club continue their efforts to bring each other to satisfaction, he and 'Pete' dozed. After less than thirty minutes, the air in the room reeked of the smell of male sweat and expended spunk. In this heady atmosphere, everyone quickly recovered and partners were changed such that by the end of the evening, Martin had enjoyed some form of sexual liaison with every other member of the group and had lost count of the number of orgasms that he had experienced.
Eventually, it was time to go home and a very exhausted, but satisfied, pair of teenagers drove back to the school. It was on the return journey that Martin's friend broke the news, which the younger teen had been dreading hearing. James told his lover that, later in the year, he would be going to Edinburgh University and, although the older teen promised that he would keep in touch, both of them knew that, once one of them was so far away, it would be the end of their relationship. Martin did have the pleasure of spending one last summer holiday away with James, but when he returned to school, it was to a rather solitary existence. True, Martin had the friends at the farm and he visited as often as he could but, with James gone, it was not easy as he had to arrange for one of the group to give him a lift there and, in any case, the meetings were not the same without James, whom he continued to meet from time to time during the university and school holidays. Gradually, however, it became obvious that the relationship had run its course and, when Martin challenged James about it, the older of the two admitted that he had started a new liaison with a fellow student in Scotland.
On the other hand, to compensate for his limited opportunities for sexual release, over the remaining two years of his time at school, Martin concentrated on his work and was expected to become the outstanding student of his year and easily gain entry to Oxford, where he would spend the next three years. During the two years before he went to Oxford, however, Martin's mother's health began to deteriorate. Despite his urging her to seek medical help, Dorothy Roberts refused all her son's suggestions that she should see her doctor. It was a concerned Martin that took his examinations for A level, but he was also self disciplined and gained sufficiently high grades to be successful in gaining entry to Oxford.
The teenager that left school and prepared to go up to Oxford had developed into a tall, relatively handsome young man. He was just short of six foot in height, had a thick mop of dark hair, dark eyes, a long angular nose and thin lips. His face in summer browned easily, giving Martin a rudely healthy look that lasted late into autumn. No great athlete, at first glance the young man looked quite thin, but this was deceptive as Martin had muscular arms and legs. Although not unduly self-conscious about his looks, Martin was sometimes likely to appear shy in front of strangers but possessed an awareness that he was good looking and made little effort to hide the fact that he knew that other people found him attractive.
Shortly after he went up to Oxford for his first term, Martin received an urgent message to ring a telephone number that he did not recognise. When he made the call, the teenager discovered that his mother was dangerously ill in hospital. The heart problem from which Mrs Roberts had been suffering for some time had suddenly become more serious and she had suffered a massive heart attack. By the time her son arrived at her bedside, Dorothy Roberts had lapsed into a coma and two hours later Martin's mother died, without regaining consciousness. It was a terrible blow and, now that both his parents were dead and having no other family to support him, the teenager felt abandoned and alone, With great courage and effort Martin managed to pull himself together and returned to Oxford after the funeral. As a result of his mother's death, Martin had become the sole beneficiary of a large sum of money, although this would remain in trust until he was 21 and he would not inherit the full amount for a further four years after that.
When Martin arrived back at his College late in the evening after the funeral, he made his weary way back to the staircase at the top of which was the double room he shared with Rob Cotton. The room the two young men occupied was quite large with a common sitting area with two chairs and a large table. Off the room were two smaller rooms each with a single bed, a small desk, a clothes closet, washbasin and a bedside table. In the corridor outside the room was a larger bathroom, as well as a separate toilet. Martin had taken an instant liking to Rob Cotton, who was already settling in by the time he arrived on his first day.
The two teenagers had introduced themselves and declared themselves satisfied with the rooms they had and the fact that they would be sharing. Martin noted Rob's straw coloured hair, rubicund face with deep blue eyes and his muscular body and was not surprised to learn that his new room mate came from farming stock. Rob had asked Martin the usual questions and had responded with information about his own life and background. On hearing that Martin was an only child, Rob grinned and said,
"You're lucky!! I'm one of five and right in the middle. I have two older sisters, Mary and Angela, they're two and four years older than me, then there's me and last but by no means least my younger brother, Dominic and his twin sister, Frances. The twins are only sixteen months younger than me and, of course, get all the attention, because they're wins and the youngest, but I wouldn't be without them really!"
Martin smiled and said that he wished he had had siblings but that his parents were rather old when he was born and, in the end, he had come to like being an only child. When he was asked what his father did, Martin told a sympathetic Rob that his father had worked in the City of London but had died several years earlier. Rob told Martin that his father was a farmer and that they lived in a huge farmhouse just outside Reading. Rob's narrative account of his family and the farm was interrupted by a phone call and when it ended the teenager grinned and said to Martin,
"Bloody woman! That was my girlfriend, Anna. She lives near my home and she is checking up on me already! I've only been here a couple of hours, even I can't pull a bird that fast!"
Martin looked suitably understanding of his friend's problem and thought to himself that his good-looking roommate could pull him anytime he liked!
Now, after his mother's funeral, Martin was back and letting himself into his shared room. Although quite late, the light was still on in their common area. This was not unusual as Rob was often up reading his English assignments until well into the early hours. However, there was no immediate sign of his roommate, although Martin did notice that there was a dull light coming from under Rob's bedroom door. He was about to knock when he heard a giggling noise and Martin realised that, in his absence, his roommate had clearly moved a young lady in and was enjoying himself in the bedroom. Tired from his journey and emotionally drained from the previous few days, Martin went into his room and slept deeply.
It had not taken Rob long to realise that Martin's sexual interests lay in the opposite direction to his own. Broad-minded and liberal, the blond teenager had no difficulty sharing a room with another student who happened to be gay. The two had established a modus vivendi and had agreed that they would not entertain 'guests' except by prior arrangement or when one or other of them was away for any reason. Martin did not resent his friend's 'guest' on this occasion, as he had not told Rob exactly when he would return. The following morning, when he discovered that Martin had returned, Rob had been upset that he had not been available to offer the sympathetic support his friend deserved to receive. Martin was greatly touched by Rob's concern and this incident went even further to cement the bond of friendship that had grown up between them.
During the latter part of his first term at Oxford, Martin produced some excellent work and began to gain a reputation among his fellow History students as being a rising star of their year. At the same time, the teenager also devised a strategy for organising his life. Martin developed three overlapping circles of friends. One group was centred on himself and Rob and their College associates, a second group developed among those studying History and the third, a rather smaller group, friends who were gay. This arrangement gave Martin a structure and a release for his intellectual, social and sexual needs and he flourished in all three groups. The group around Rob was a wide-ranging one that covered a multiple of intellectual and sporting interests that gave Martin an opportunity to play a less significant, but useful, role. The second group was stimulating intellectually and gave room for Martin to expand his ideas and explore political philosophy in an environment of critical thinking. The final, small group of gay students gave the horny young man sexual release. Martin had a number of short casual sexual relationships with a number of students, all of whom remained, with one exception, friendly even after their affair had come to an end. Martin knew that people from all three groups would be part of his circle of friends and of his life for many years to come but recognised that some, perhaps the majority, would eventually lose touch.
Towards the end of the first term, Rob came in one afternoon and said to Martin, who was already in their shared sitting room reading,
"Have you any plans for Christmas?"
Martin had not really thought about Christmas. It had never been his favourite time of the year and now, with no family, it would be an even more difficult and lonely time.
"Not really, no. I expect I'll go home to London."
Rob knew that his friend had no family and said,
"Well, you don't have to say anything right away, but I was talking to Mum and she said that it would be great if you came and spent the Christmas holiday period with us On the other hand, of course, you might prefer to spend it more quietly in London."
Martin was overwhelmed and, feeling tears of gratitude welling up, turned aside and it took him several minutes before he could reply,
"That's very generous of you and your Mum, but won't I be in the way?"
Rob laughed,
"Don't be stupid! There's always a houseful at our place and, in any case, it will be good to have a fresh face there. It'll make a change from all the aunts and uncles, as well as the three grandparents and I'm sure my sisters and brother will enjoy the extra bit of youthful company. Shall I tell Mum you'll come?"
Martin smiled warmly and said,
"Yes, please do! I'd be delighted! But what can I get you all as a thank you for having me."
Now it was Rob's turn to laugh,
"Just yourself, oh, and maybe some drink. Yes, drink and, come to think of it, plenty of it! We'll probably need it!"
After Martin had enjoyed this first delightful Christmas at the Cotton family's farm, everyone agreed that he would be welcome to visit at any time. Apart from Rob, Martin's other most enthusiastic supporter was Dominic Cotton, who looked like a younger version of his brother, had been the most enthusiastic. This may have been something to do with the fact that during the visit, Rob, Dom and Martin had shared a room. In the confined space it was difficult to have too many secrets and within hours all three had been seen in varying states of undress. Although aware that his interest was merely academic, Martin noted that in his tight underwear, Rob's bulge was enormous and wondered if his friend's younger brother took after him. He did not have long to find out. The farm had an indoor pool and all the youngsters except Rob, who had to run an errand for his father, had gone swimming in the heated water. As they were getting changed back into their dry clothes, Martin noticed Dom eyeing him in a curious way, but, when the younger teen realised that his look had been noticed, he turned away quickly. Looking down, Martin realised that his towel had slipped and that his cut cock was on full display. Not wanting to cause too much embarrassment, the older teenager said,
"Sorry, Dom, I didn't realise my modesty was on full display."
Dominic grinned and said,
"It wasn't that. I was thinking that I was glad there's another circumcised dick in the house. Rob always pulls my leg about what he calls my stunted cock. I was circumcised when I was ten and, he claims, that my dick hasn't grown any longer since. Not like his huge thing with its miles of foreskin. Now with you, I can gang up on him for a change!"
Martin smiled back and said,
"Maybe you can, but I'm not sure that, as a guest, I should enter the dangerous field of sibling rivalry."
Dom brought the conversation to a close by saying,
"Well from what I could see, I'd say your dick is far from stunted even though you are circumcised as well!"
Martin nodded and thought to himself, 'I've never had any complaints'. For the rest of the time he spent at the farm, Martin could not decide whether the conversation with Dom had more significance than at first appeared. One thing was strange and that was the fact that, despite a few opportunities arising when the subject could have come up, Rob never mentioned anything about his brother's cock or its size. On the other hand, Martin noticed that, when they went to shower or when he took his pyjamas off to get dressed in the morning, Dom sometimes tried to take a crafty look at his prick. The whole sequence of events set Martin wondering whether there was a possibility that Dom was interested in him sexually. This was not something that he was likely to find out in the cramped condition of a bedroom shared with the younger teen's brother. Indeed, it was not something Martin found out until several months later when he and Dom were brought together, again by force of circumstances.
It was during the Easter vacation that Rob broke his leg and had to be in hospital for several days having it set and learning to use crutches. Rob, Martin, Dom and a number of other local people had been fooling around when the accident occured. Nobody was quite sure how it happened, one minute Rob was whooping and running and the next he was crumpled in a heap on the ground moaning in agony. Initially, Dom had laughed at his brother thinking that he was still acting the fool, but Martin realised at once that this was not the case and sent the younger teen back to the house to call for an ambulance.
As usual, Martin was in the room with Dom and Rob, but with the latter in hospital, he was alone with the younger brother. That night, after they both got I back to the room tightly and started getting ready for bed, Dom closed the door, even though nobody was likely to come up into their wing of the building because this was the only bedroom and the girls and their parents slept on the other side of the farmhouse. As they prepared for bed, Dom flopped onto the bed and exclaimed,
"Isn't it great, we're not going to be so cramped as we are when Rob's here!"
Martin sat on the edge of his bed quite close to Dom and replied,
"Well, I think it's me that makes the room crowded, I seem to be a permanent member of this household during university vacations."
Dom grinned and said,
"I suppose so, but it's even crowded when Rob's here and you're not. Anyway, everyone here likes you, we've all come to regard you as part of the family!"
Martin started to get undressed and watched out of the corner of his eye as Dom tried to take a crafty look at him as he did so. When the older student had got down to just his underpants, Martin turned as if to say something and smiled to himself when he saw Dominic's face. The younger teen was staring straight at Martin's groin. Without saying a word, Martin slowly removed his last covering and looked straight at Dom, whose face told everything. The younger boy reddened at first but then, as he looked at Martin's prick, lust came into his eyes. The two teenagers' looked at each other for a moment before Martin gave a slight nod and Dom reached forward and took hold of the engorging dick.
"Wow!" Dom whispered, "It feels so good. May I suck it?"
Martin nodded and without a moment's hesitation, the younger teen expertly took the exposed head between his lips and sucked it along his tongue and deep into his warm young mouth. Holding the shaft near Martin's balls, Dom expertly swallowed more and more of the cock, before moving his lips back up until only the head was still held by his lips. Martin loved the feel of the youngster's mouth and whispered,
"That's great, Dom, but when do I get to see and taste your dick?"
Dom stopped sucking for a moment and replied,
"Are you sure you want to do that to my puny, stunted cock?"
Martin reached over and rubbed his hand over Dom's groin and said,
"It doesn't feel all that stunted to me! Let's get you naked and then I can give it a proper examination and, after that, we can suck each other off!"
In seconds the two teenagers were naked and sucking each other. Martin found that Dom's cock, although a bit smaller than average for a boy of his age, was still a good mouthful and he enjoyed the feeling of its soft, velvety head as it banged against his throat with each inward stroke. The two teenagers worked in unison to bring each other to a climax and it did not take the horny pair long before they each knew that they were about to cum. Dom pulled his prick back so that it rested just by Martin's lips and the older teen licked the expanding piss slit until the very last moment when he sucked the head between his lips and held it tightly as he tasted the hot jizz of his host's younger brother for the first time. The effect of Dom's climax was to bring Martin to the point of no return as well and his shaft throbbed and twitched as he fired several ropes of spunk that filled the younger teen's mouth and ran down his throat.
Temporarily satisfied, the two youngsters lay back and drifted off to sleep. The following morning Dom woke his older lover and asked casually whether Martin would like to fuck him. Martin was only too pleased to oblige and, after some brief preliminaries, slid inside the younger boy easily. Martin wondered where Dom had learned to fuck, but decided not to pursue the matter and enjoyed the pleasure of the welcoming love channel. As he fucked in and out, gradually increasing speed, Martin's hand gripped the shaft of his new friend's dick and wanked it. Dom moaned and pushed back against the invading cock trying to force Martin even deeper inside him and urging the older of the two to wank him even harder. Neither of the youngsters said a word but the moans and grunts indicated that they were both enjoying themselves and that they would soon reach the desired orgasmic conclusion. As he felt the tell tale tingle build in his balls, Martin broke the silence to whisper,
"I'm going to cum inside your beautiful, tight hole!! Here it is!!"
Martin lunged forward as deep as he could into Dom and felt the cock in his hand respond as the younger teens arse muscles tightened to grip the impaling prick. As Martin's cum spilled out and left its greasy, creamy deposit inside him, Dom's dick exploded showering spunk out of the piss slit and splattering onto the carefully arranged towel that hung over the edge of the bed. As it was still early, the two tired, but happy, teenagers went back to sleep and dozed for a long while before hunger roused them and they went down to breakfast.
After that first night alone with Dom, every time Martin visited Rob's family, he contrived to find an excuse to spend a few hours alone with his host's younger brother and both horny lads ensured that they never wasted a moment of these opportunities.
At Oxford as well, Martin had a number of successful sexual liaisons and decided that he would not keep his sexual preferences a secret. Although it lost him a few friends, Martin thought that, if they had been true friends like Rob, it would not have mattered and he did not worry about their departure from his circle. This was one of the key things that Martin gained from his time at Oxford, which was that here he had made friends that would remain so for the rest of his life. In addition, other skills had been honed, particularly the qualities of loyalty and discretion, which stood the young man in good stead for his future career. Perhaps less valuable was the fact that Martin had become involved in the growing satirical movement and been inculcated with the fashionable liberal views that were prevalent at the time that he was a student, although again this was a quality that the young man believed might be of value in his future life.
It was against this background that, after taking his Finals and sitting in the common room with two friends, one gay and the other straight, Martin made his announcement about his choice of career.
After the end of term, Martin went back with Rob to his friend's family for what was expected to be the last occasion for some time, despite Martin's sexual relationship with Dom. In a few months time after they had each had a short break, Rob was joining the Foreign office and Dom had been offered the chance to work in Canada as part of his studies. Martin, although disappointed, urged his lover to take the chance that was being offered. On that last visit, Martin and Rob had gone for a walk around the farm on their own and, when they were a long way from the house, the host turned to his friend and said quietly,
"I know."
Martin looked puzzled for a moment before his host continued,
"I've known about you and Dom more or less from the first time you got together. I've never said anything even though I don't really approve because I love you both in my way and because I know you have both made each other very happy. With Dom off to Canada, I can see it is going to be difficult for you."
Martin said nothing in response merely nodding in acknowledgement and thinking that the parting with Dom would indeed be hard but necessary for both of them. Martin was grateful to his friend for the way in which he had handled the matter and the way that he had accepted what had happened and still remained a loyal friend. Martin could not put into words the feelings that he had for the fact that Rob had chosen not to say anything, which meant that he could remain involved with the whole family for many years to come. As they walked back in silence, Martin thought to himself what a good friend Rob had always been to him and what an asset the young man would be to the country's foreign service.
As predicted, the parting from Dom was as painful as anticipated, although it took place in the privacy of Martin's room in Oxford, Rob having discreetly absented himself for the day to allow the two lovers to say their 'goodbyes' in private and to have one last, lingering love making session.
A few weeks later after their graduation, Martin and Rob left Oxford behind them. Both young men went to live in London where Rob began his induction into the Diplomatic Service and Martin started his training to join the Police Force.
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