DISCLAIMER:
This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the second chapter. 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:
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Always indulge in safe sex. Chapter 2
The Police Service that Martin Roberts joined was changing, but only slowly. Some of the old conservative values remained entrenched, despite the obvious need for the Police Force to modernise. Although encouragement was given to graduates to join the Police with the promise of rapid promotion, this was a cause of resentment among some of the 'old hands' that had worked their way up from the bottom and pounded the Beat for years before gaining their due recognition. In addition, there were those that resisted the idea that the Police Force should better reflect society by recruiting more women and black officers, as well as gays and lesbians to its ranks. In a discussion in the first weeks of his training, Martin had caused a stir when he asserted his position as clearly as he could,
"There have always been gays and lesbians in the Police Service, but people of my generation now refuse to hide our sexuality and pretend to be different from what we are. Public attitudes as well as the law are changing; homosexual acts are no longer a crime and people like me and, I suspect, several others in this room no longer need to live in fear of exposure or ridicule. Nor should we fear discrimination on the grounds of who we are. By all means promote us or not on our ability or our performance, but never do it just to meet a quota or to satisfy some misplaced belief that people such as us have no right to be here."
A few of the cadets present had nodded in agreement with the sentiments he had expressed, but Martin also noted that his words had not been greeted with enthusiasm in all quarters.
"That was a very brave speech, Cadet Roberts," the gruff voice of the Head of the Police Training College interrupted Martin's warm glow, but then he added with a slight sneer, "Did you learn that at Oxford or on this Master's course in Criminology that you are studying at the London School of Economics?"
Martin was aware that the Commandant, John Smithson, held a very low view of academically gifted recruits to the Police Force and an even lower view of the LSE. What the young cadet was not aware of was that the Commandant had voiced strong objection to Martin being allowed to follow the part-time degree programme on the grounds that it would set a dangerous precedent. However, more senior members of the Metropolitan Police hierarchy had decided otherwise, and Martin had been allowed to pursue his proposed course of study. After a few moments pause, Martin responded to the John Smithson's comment,
"No, sir, I've always held this view for as long as I can remember. It is my clear belief that, unless we reach out and embrace all sections of society, the Police will become alienated from a large number of people that it is pledged to serve and protect. If we allow that to happen, I believe that it will be a fateful and fatal error of judgment."
The Commandant smiled grimly, but his response seemed harder than his expression indicated,
"Not everyone would agree with you or your analysis, as I am sure you will find out when you take up your first posting."
The Commandant walked away, already considering what would be the most effective way of teaching Martin a lesson. John Smithson had an inkling of where he would send Cadet Roberts and the posting would be more than a little uncomfortable for the young officer. As soon as the Commandant got back to his office, he checked in his personal telephone directory and found the name he needed. After he dialled the number and his call had been answered, Commandant Smithson said,
"Hello, is that Superintendent Alan Buxton?"
Receiving an affirmative answer, the Police College Commandant continued,
"Alan, it's John Smithson here, good to speak to you again. I understand that you are looking for a young officer for a vacancy in your CID department. Although I think he would benefit from a spell on the Beat before he is allowed to join the plain-clothes branch, so, if you are prepared to wait, I've got a graduate entrant, who, I think, is just what you are looking for. Let me tell you about him."
Unaware that he was being set up to join one of the least progressive Police Stations in the whole of the Metropolitan Police Force area, Martin had left the Police College after the discussion meeting in order to attend the an evening session of his Masters course. The seminar had gone well and the discussion of the topic had provided some lively debate in which Martin, as usual, had played a leading part. The class had come to an end just after nine-thirty and, as was the custom, some of the students went for a drink afterwards in the bar, while others went straight home.
The College bar was located down some stairs in a largish basement area and, when he and several other fellow-students entered, to Martin's surprise it was all but deserted. The students were served quickly and moved to a quiet corner where they continued to discuss some of the issues raised in the earlier seminar. Gradually the number of students dwindled until Martin, who had recently invested some of his inheritance in a small two bedroom flat within easy walking distance, was left on his own. As he was trying to decide whether to have a final drink before returning home, a voice from nearby said,
"That's the problem with young people today, isn't it? No stamina!"
Martin looked across to where the voice with a strong North American accent was coming from and replied,
"Well most of them do have longish journeys before they get back home, whereas I only live just around the corner. By the way, my name is Martin Roberts."
"Pleased to meet you, Martin, I'm Brad Pinkney and, as I'm sure you've guessed, I'm an American from New York State," came the leisurely response.
Martin took in the details of the good-looking man, whom he guessed was several years older than he was. The American was slim, dark and had clearly defined features in his face with the most important element being his piercing blue eyes. Martin took the proffered hand and shook it and, as he did so, said,
"Good to meet you, Brad. Can I buy you a drink? Then perhaps you will tell me what are you doing at the LSE?"
Brad grinned and said,
"Sure. I'm getting used to your warm English beer, so I'll take a pint of bitter if I may. As to what I'm doing here, well, I have a research grant to work on some historical papers here in London and offered my services as a part-time teacher at the LSE and they took me on. Are you a grad student?"
Martin walked over to the bar, bought the drinks and then, after he had returned, out them on the table and sat down next to Brad and replied to the American's question,
"I'm sort of a grad student. I'm doing a part-time Masters degree in Criminology in the evening and training to join the Metropolitan Police during the day."
"That sounds both interesting and tough," Brad replied, looking impressed.
Martin yawned slightly and said,
"Yes, it is, some days can be long and hard. Where in London are you staying?"
"I have a flat in Bloomsbury, near the British Museum," Brad replied.
"Not far from me," Martin replied, "I'm in Soho."
"A Policeman in Soho, the sleazy heart of London! Whatever next!" Brad said laughing.
Martin laughed as well and then replied,
"It certainly makes for an interesting walk home at night and again in the morning when I leave to go to the Police College," the younger man replied in a similar jocular manner.
"I bet it does!!" the American responded. "Perhaps you'll show me round?"
"Anytime you want me to, I'll give you the grand tour!" Martin said.
After that initial meeting, Brad and Martin kept bumping into each other and it was not long before they made a firm date for Martin to show Brad around Soho and other local points of interest. On that tour it became clear to Martin that his American companion was interested in many of the things he was and the Englishman began to wonder if Brad was gay. It did not take long for him to find out. At the end of the tour, Brad offered to take Martin to dinner and the pair ended up in an inexpensive, but good, restaurant in a quiet back street in the middle of Soho. At the end of the meal, the older American said,
"Do you want coffee here or would you prefer to come back to my place for a night cap?"
Martin said that he would prefer to go back to Brad's flat and so that night a brief, but satisfying, relationship began between the two men. The relationship did not last long, as Brad had to return to the United States at the end of the term, but both men remained in contact and continued a warm, if somewhat long distance, friendship.
After his relationship with Brad ended, Martin resigned himself to the fact that, as had happened to date, his emotional life would most likely consist of a series of similar short-term relationships. To offset his disappointment, Martin immersed himself in the work for his postgraduate qualification and in his police training. The young man was already regarded by his fellow students at the LSE as being something of a high flyer and many, but not all, of them sought him out for advice and help. Martin had calculated cleverly that while he was at Police College he could probably manage to do most of the intensive course simultaneously, leaving only his dissertation for his second year. It would be far more difficult to study and work once he was pounding the Beat, something he expected would happen once he was assigned to full police duties.
Among his fellow police recruits, Martin also enjoyed considerable esteem for his intelligence and character. Although this assessment was not shared by everyone at the Police College, even those that sought to disparage him could not deny that Martin was the outstanding cadet of his year and could not deny him the honour of being the top graduate of his cohort of cadets. Martin, however, realised that his success at the College would not guarantee him an easy passage into the CID and he accepted the fact that he would not bypass a stint as a uniformed officer, nor, if truth was told, did he particularly want to.
It was not all work for Martin and he did find time to see Rob and his long-term girlfriend in London over the months and take the opportunity to catch up with his friend's family news. As previously, Martin had spent Christmas with Rob's family on the farm, although the visit was slightly disappointing as Dom was far away in Canada and unable to be present. Rob was now working in the British Foreign Office but had high hopes of a posting overseas, so Martin felt a double blow at the thought that, despite the fact that Mrs Cotton had gone out of her way to emphasise how much they viewed him as part of the family, by the following Christmas he would probably not be able to visit the family again, not least because by then he would be a full time Police Officer.
As expected, Martin also received an invitation to spend the Easter weekend with Rob and his family and, because the two of them could not coordinate their plans, he travelled by train to spend the holiday at his friend's parents' farm. Rob had been particularly anxious for Martin to be there and, after he had been picked up at the station, the reason for this became apparent to Martin. Rob sounded excited as he launched into his speech,
"I've got several items of news for you! First, I have just received my first posting. I'm off to the High Commission in Kenya before the end of the year, probably in September. Second, I've asked Anna to marry me and she has said that she will. We plan to get hitched early in July. And thirdly, linked to that I want you to be my Best Man."
Martin grinned at his friend and said warmly and sincerely,
"Congratulation on the first two bits of news, but are you sure you want me as Best Man? What about Dom, wouldn't your brother be a better choice? Also we'll need to coordinate our timetable, I'm due to finish at the Police College in early July, but hopefully I'll get a bit of a break before I take up my duties as an ordinary plod."
Rob explained that it was unlikely that Dom would be able to return at short notice from Canada or be able to organise the stag night and wedding and that in any case that option of asking Dom had not even entered his head in the choice of Best Man. On the other problem, Rob agreed with Martin that they would need to coordinate everything but did not believe it would be a problem and was again most insistent that no one else had even entered his mind as a Best Man. By the time they reached the farm, Martin had agreed and he was on hand when Rob told his parents of his plans and, a few minutes later, Anna, herself, arrived and joined in the celebrations.
Back at College, Martin investigated the possibilities for Rob's stag night and quickly narrowed the choice down to about three viable options. After running the shortlist past Anna's brother, David, agreement was soon reached as to the most suitable venue and arrangements. This part of the formalities and rituals went off smoothly with Rob suffering the usual amount of humiliation and drunkenness and all the attendees enjoying themselves immensely. Everyone agreed that holding the event some weeks before the actual wedding day gave maximum scope for recuperation.
After all interested parties had been consulted, the wedding date was fixed for the Saturday after Martin's final graduation parade at the Police College on the previous Thursday. Rob's parents had expressed a wish to be present at the graduation parade and, partially in response to their kindness over the years and also in gratitude for all the family had meant to him, Martin arranged a private dinner for them, Rob, Anna and himself at a large London hotel and paid for all of them to stay over until the following day when they would all return to Anna's home village for the wedding.
Everything was going smoothly until a few days before the wedding when Martin was summoned to the Commandant's office. After a tentative knock, the door was opened and John Smithson ushered the cadet into the room. Indicating that Martin should sit down, the Commandant started to speak,
"Roberts, you and I have had our differences but I cannot deny that you have been the outstanding cadet in your year and that we shall be awarding you the honour of leading the parade. I also wanted to tell you that I have personally organised for you to join a London Police Station, which is under the command of a friend of mine, Superintendent Alan Buxton. He knows, as I do, of your desire to join the CID and he has agreed that you should be allowed to do so. However, he also believes that, before you do so, you must do some uniformed beat work, if I may call it that. He will hold the vacancy in CID for you for a specified period of time and then you will transfer into the plainclothes division. He will expect you to start work at an early date. He suggests the start of next week, Monday at the latest. I hope you agree with me that he is being very generous."
Martin did agree and wondered why the Commandant was being so considerate and apparently reasonable. However, as he could not figure out what the catch was, the young cadet replied,
"Thank you, sir. It is indeed most generous. I am grateful to you for giving me the honour of leading the parade and of making the arrangement for my posting. I will look forward to reporting for duty at the station on Monday morning."
A sly smile crossed the Commandant's lips as he rose and shook hands with Martin to indicate that the interview was at an end. As the cadet turned to leave, John Smithson called out,
"Superintendent Buxton is a stickler for timekeeping. You are to be there at 7 a.m. sharp. Good luck, Roberts."
Martin had disappeared from the room without looking back. Had he have done so would have revealed an evil smirk of triumph on the Commandant's face.
Unaware of what lay in store and unable to figure out what had led the Commandant to go out on a limb for him, Martin turned his attention to the remainder of his busy week. The final parade and presentation went very well and all the cadets were wished every success in their careers and had the chance to discuss postings and prospects before they each went off to join their families. Martin found that Rob and his parents were as pleased for him and his success as they would have been had he been one of their own children and he was equally warm in his feelings for them.
Martin had arranged for himself, Anna, Rob and Rob's parents to be taken to their dinner engagement in style and so he had ordered a stretch limo, which was on hand to drive them to the chosen venue. The small party was ushered through the main restaurant and into the small private dining room that Martin had reserved. A waiter took orders for drinks and the small group began chatting quietly. Some moments later, the door burst open and to Martin's amazement and delight, in the doorway stood Dominic, who exclaimed,"I hear there's a celebration going on tonight and a wedding on Saturday. I just had to make sure I didn't miss either of these great events!!"
Everyone rushed forward to welcome and embrace Dom, who returned each of the affectionate greetings by giving everyone a bear hug. It was not until the youngster had greeted everyone and warm words of welcome had been exchanged that Martin looked round and realised that the dinner table was set for six people. Noting the broad grin on Rob's face knew who had been responsible for this wonderful and most welcome surprise. Equally shocked were Rob's parents who had been convinced that their younger son would not make it home for the wedding. When she recovered from the shock, Mrs Cotton began fussing about the hotel arrangements but again Rob stepped in to calm matters down,
"Don't worry, mum, all the rooms have at least two beds in them. You and dad in one room, Anna and me in another and Dom can share with Martin. It won't be the first time they've done that, will it?"
As he turned away Rob winked conspiratorially at his best friend and rather more discreetly at his younger brother.
Over the meal all the diners joined in the animated conversation and discovered that Dom's really was a truly flying visit, as he was returning to Canada on the day after the wedding. If this had been disappointing news for Martin, the youngster's next piece of news was even more devastating. Dom announced that the reason for his swift return was due to the fact that he had agreed a contract with a company in Canada and would start working for it the day after his arrival back on the other side of the Atlantic. The deal was a good one as his new employer was providing Dom with an apartment and would pay for him to study for a degree in business management part-time. Until he heard the news, Martin had been hoping that his young lover had decided to return to England and that they would resume their relationship once again. Dom's words had shattered that illusion and the older man realised that it would never be. Noticing that his friend was greatly distressed by what his younger brother had said, Rob tried to lighten the mood by commenting that with him and Anna in Africa and Dom in Canada, nobody in the room would ever be short of a holiday destination. Martin smiled and agreed, as did the other diners, but inside he felt distraught.
After the meal was over, Martin paid the bill and he and the rest of the party walked the short distance from the restaurant back to the hotel. Somewhat to the host's relief the rooms in the hotel were scattered over three floors and so, after they had collected their keys, the group sat around in the bar chatting and drinking a nightcap. After everyone had agreed what time they should all meet for breakfast the following morning, the various couples went their separate ways.
Once inside their room, realising that this would be one of the last times they would be able to see each other as lovers, Martin and Dom could hardly wait to get naked. Of the two Dom was the swifter and he was quickly on his knees cupping his partner's balls and licking his tongue sensuously along the hardening shaft of Martin's cock towards its mushroom head. When they were both naked, the couple moved towards the nearest bed and lay in the '69' position enjoying the taste and feel of the other's dick and moaning with pleasure each time it slid between their lips.
Martin began to explore his friend's hole with his finger, earning himself further moans of pleasure from Dom. Momentarily letting his partner's prick fall from his lips, Dom looked at Martin and whispered,
"I'd forgotten how good it was with you!! I want you inside me, fucking my tight hole!! Fuck me, Marty!!!"
Martin responded by continuing to probe and lubricate the younger man's hole and then replied,
"The same for me, Dom!! I love the feel and taste of your dick and I can't wait to feel myself sliding in and out of your love channel!! It's been a long time since I've felt this good!!"
Relative silence returned to the room as the couple continued their foreplay. It was not long before they each recognised that the time had arrived for Martin to roll Dom onto his back and enter him. As the rampant prick moved slowly past the puckered entrance to the younger man's hole, Martin heard Dom sigh with pleasure and gently pushed deeper inside his partner. Once he was fully lodged inside the warm and welcoming recess, Martin paused before slowly drawing back in anticipation of beginning the rhythmical motion of fucking with more and more enthusiasm and speed. After several thrusts in and out, Martin suggested that they change position and Dom was more than happy to comply. The young man positioned himself above Martin, who was now lying flat on his back waiting for his young lover to sit on the rampant prick and ride his lover. The youngster maintained this position for some minutes before the couple decided to make another change. Dom lay back on the bed with his legs in the air before Martin took up his position between them. When both were ready, Dom rested his feet on his lover's shoulder as his partner entered him. Slowly, Martin's thrust gained added urgency as the older man felt the tell tale tingling in his balls and moaned,
"I'm cumming!!!!"
Dom squeezed his arse muscles tightly as he felt his partner's cock swell and throb as the ball juice squirted out and coated deep inside his love channel. As his cock began to shrivel and slide out of the hole, Martin leaned over and took hold of Dom's cock, which he wanked gently bringing the young man to the point of orgasm. As soon as it was clear that Dom was about to shoot, Martin enclosed the head of his lover's cock with his lips and felt the warm spunk land on his tongue and roof of his mouth, before swallowing the tasty cream.
After they had both been satisfied the young lovers lay back and dozed, but were soon ready and willing to start all over again. Indeed, the horny couple made love twice more before, in the early hours of the morning, they finally had to surrender to their exhaustion.
Needless to say, Dom and Martin were the last to arrive for breakfast and Rob, somewhat mischievously, greeted them,
"God, you two look awful! Have you been up all night talking? I know how disturbing Dom can be when you have to share a room with him, like I did for all those years!!"
Dom glared at his brother and Martin gave a rather weak smile before responding,
"We did stay up a bit. I think we both just got overtired and found it hard to sleep. But don't worry we will both be fully fit for tonight and the wedding tomorrow."
The journey up from London to the village where Anna and Rob were to be married was undertaken in two cars. Dom travelled with his parents, while Martin, having acknowledged that they too needed time with their son, was given a lift in the other car. It did not take long to arrive at the hotel where the wedding party was staying. Rob and Martin had dropped Anna off at her parent's home before travelling back into the village to the hotel, which turned out to be quite small and all the rooms were cramped closely together. Martin, Rob, Rob's three sisters and Dom each had a single room of their own, with Rob's parents taking the only double room. Martin recognised that it would be tricky to meet up with Dom but both of them were determined to do so once everyone else was asleep.
After they had dumped off their bags, the principals at the wedding gathered at the local church for the planned rehearsal, which went smoothly. Later Rob, his family and Martin had a quiet dinner at the hotel and followed that up with a few drinks before they all retired to prepare for the big day that was to come.
Despite the family going to their rooms at a relatively early hour, it was past midnight before Martin heard a gentle rap on his door, which was closely followed by Dom's appearance by his bedside.
"We'll have to be very quiet, Mum and Dad are only a few feet away down the corridor but I just had to spend some time with you, Martin,"
Martin, naked under the sheets, pulled back the covers to allow the younger man to join him. Dom slipped off his dressing gown and stood for a moment showing off his naked body before joining his lover in bed. As soon as they had found a comfortable position in the narrow bed, the couple exchanged a long lingering kiss, Martin's tongue forcing its way deep inside the mouth of his youthful partner who reciprocated with equal relish. Dom's hand sought out Martin's rampant dick and, as he gently wanked it, he rubbed his fingers over the soft exposed glans and teased the piss slit. Martin sighed quietly, conscious of his partner's earlier warning and then grasped the equally hard cock that stood out proudly from Dom's groin. After a few more moments of mutual exploration, Martin whispered,
"69?"
At once the couple reorganised themselves so that each was now facing the other's rock hard pole. Martin's tongue ran around Dom's circumcised glans and teased the youngster's piss slit before sliding sensuously down the shaft to the low hanging ball sack. Gently the older lover took first one, then the other, testicle into his mouth and sucked and kissed them, bringing a sound of appreciation from his pre-occupied partner. For his part, Dom had started at Martin's balls, which he had licked and sucked for a moment, before trailing his tongue up the sensitive underside of his partner's prick and nibbling gently around the area of his lover's circumcision scar. Finally the horny youngster brushed his lips against the spongy head and then swallowed it between them and into his warm welcoming mouth. Martin felt his shaft run along Dom's tongue and enter the waiting throat at a moment that was simultaneously with his own swallowing of his youthful partner's cock head. For a short while the room resounded to gentle sucking sounds as both lovers slurped up and down on each other, each man pausing momentarily to issue a sigh of pleasure as each offered encouragement to the other. In normal circumstances the couple would have reached a point where they mutually agreed that it was time to stop and for Martin to enter Dom's all too willing hole, but tonight was different. The pair seemed to have tacitly agreed that, as each was enjoying the taste and feel of the other so much and because of the proximity of other members of the Cotton family, they wanted their love making to continue in the same way until they had filled each other's mouth and throat with their warm ball juice.
Even so, the couple did decide to change position so that Martin knelt over his partner and guided his cock down into his younger lover's throat. Dom licked the pre-cum smeared piss slit as it passed his lips and felt his partner's lips encircle the whole of his own very wet glans. As the older man pushed up and down into his mouth from above him, the youngster thrust upwards from the mattress entering his lover's mouth from below. Martin teased Dom's balls with his fingers and ran them along the underside of his arse towards his eager lover's hole, finally entering him and finding the prostate with ease. The attention he was receiving from Martin's mouth and fingers made Dom thrust and thrash uncontrollably. The youngster could feel his balls tighten and, seconds later, he unleashed a massive volley of spunk deep into Martin's mouth and throat. The older partner relished the taste of his lover's creamy ball juice and swallowed every last drop just as his own orgasm began to build. Martin steadied himself and felt his prick throb as the rush of cum found its way down his shaft and out through his piss slit and into Dom's waiting throat.
After a few moments, Martin rolled onto his side and both young men watched as the other's now flaccid dick slipped out of their mouth. The older man gently caressed his younger lover's body enjoying the softness of the skin and the well-honed muscles. Dom responded by running his hands through Martin's hair and making soft purring noises as his body returned to normal after the heightened intensity of the love-making. Each of the two recognised that, with so much to do the following day, they could not linger very long and, all too soon, Dom was leaving the bed. Martin watched as the blond youngster put his dressing gown back on, and then walked to the door, which he opened carefully in order to check that the corridor was deserted. Assured that there was nobody about, Martin embraced and passionately kissed his lover, who reciprocated before slipping away and back to his room.
The wedding day was bright and sunny and was generally regarded as a great success by everyone. The wedding ceremony went without a hitch and at the Reception, Martin's Best Man speech was warmly received and achieved a good mix of the risqu and the serious and left the guests in good spirits. Rob made an equally good response before he and Anna led the way by dancing the first waltz together. While the other guests were enjoying the music and entertainment, Martin was surprised by a tap on the shoulder and turned to see Freddy Eversley standing right behind him. Freddy had been very briefly one of Martin's lovers while he was at Oxford and the two had parted on good terms and remained friendly for the rest of their period as students. Noting the surprised look on the Best Man's face, Freddy said, in his usual booming voice,
"My family are old friends of the bride's family, so naturally I was invited. I should have warned you but Rob said it would be a nice surprise for you to see me here. He's a good friend of yours, you know. Don't lose touch with him when he goes abroad!"
Martin, who had normally managed to keep his personal life separate from his other university friendships, nodded and said that he would certainly do so. His former lover looked across the room and spotted Dom in the far corner and leaned closer to Martin and lowered his voice,
"I can see the attraction of young Dominic, a beautiful looking young man. I hear he's going to live in Canada. What a shame!! Perhaps you should join the Mounties rather than the Met!"
Martin smiled and replied equally quietly,
"Maybe, I'll give it some thought! But what are you up to these days, Freddy?"
"Not a great deal, working in the City and all that. When we're both back in London let's meet up, have a meal and really catch up," Freddy's voice had returned to its normal volume as he responded to his friend's query.
After Martin had responded positively to the suggestion and the two men swapped contact details, the Best Man said that he would be in touch very soon but had to leave to undertake his final duties of the day, which was to organise the Bride and Groom's departure for their honeymoon and fend off some of the more outrageous suggestions as to how best to decorate Rob's car. When all was ready, the Best Man returned inside the hotel and was told that the wedding couple had already gone up to a room to get changed. A few moments later, Rob and Anna appeared to the applause of their guests and made their way to the exit, shaking hands and hugging family and friends as they went. At the door, the happy couple finally reached their family and closest friends. Martin, waiting patiently for his turn, embraced and kissed Anna before Rob finally reached him. The Bridegroom warmly embraced his best friend and quietly whispered his thanks to Martin, who hugged him tightly. As his best friend and his new wife prepared to leave, Martin fought back the tears. The Best Man recognised that this day marked the end of an era and that, even though they would remain friends for life, the relationship he had with Rob and his family had significantly changed and would never be the same again.
Dom was possibly the only person to notice the dampness in his lover's eyes and, once the married couple had left, he made every effort to help Martin find a quiet corner where the other guests would not see him. It took only a few minutes for the older man to recover his composure, but the sight of Dom reminded him that the departure of Rob was only the first loss he would suffer that weekend, a second and more deeply felt one would follow the next day. Dom also realised how upset his lover was likely to be when he flew back to Canada and was determined that their last night together would be one Martin would always remember. As far as the handsome youngster was concerned he no longer cared about being cautious and, come what may, he would spend the night in partner's bed. For his part, Martin also wanted to spend as long as possible with Dom but also saw the dangers of being too indiscreet, especially as neither of them knew how many family members were aware of their relationship or even whether the Cottons were aware that their younger son was gay. Eventually a compromise was reached and the two young lovers agreed to meet, as they had previous night, in Martin's room once the coast was clear. Both Dom and Martin stayed in the bar with some of the remaining wedding guests until it was quite late before it seemed a reasonable time to drift off to bed, leaving the few remaining stragglers to wind up the evening in their own time.
Again, it was after midnight before the pair could be together, but Martin had waited patiently despite the rock hard erection he had acquired the moment he had undressed. As soon as he heard the door start to open, the older man was up and ready for his horny young lover. Dom entered the room and was surprised to see the bed was empty, but delighted when he felt his lover's arms around his waist and the hard dick pressing against his rounded arse cheeks. Martin quickly slipped the dressing gown off Dom and now his prick was tight up against the soft skin of the youngster, who sighed and nodded his assent to the implied proposal. As his partner reached around to wank his hard cock, the younger lover lubricated Martin's cock and guided it towards his hole, pushing back to meet it as he did so.
Dom leaned over the bed and braced his arms against the wall as Martin pushed forward and entered him, slowly, bringing a warm sigh of pleasure as he did so. The swollen head of the older man's cock pushed easily past the outer lips of his partner's love channel and quickly reached the prostate, bringing a small cry of delight from Dom. The long shaft moved on until it was completely buried inside the youthful bowels and Martin felt his balls slap against Dom's smooth skin. Resting for a moment and then adjusting the position to make them both more comfortable, the older lover began to move rhythmically in and out of the welcoming hole, imperceptibly increasing speed with each inward thrust. Dom groaned and sighed quietly as he felt the hard prick regularly penetrate his deepest spots and tease his prostate. At the same time, the younger lover played with his own dick, smearing the shaft with some of the copious amounts of pre-cum that was oozing from his piss slit. Martin's hand explored and tweaked Dom's nipples and ran down the young man's firm body, ruffling his pubic hairs and finally taking over the wanking action on his lover's rampant cock. Timing his strokes to coincide with his thrusts, the older man began to increase the speed of his fucking and felt the tell tale tingle in his balls that indicated he would soon unload inside Dom. The horny youth read the signs well and squeezed his arse muscles tightly, trapping Martin deep inside him so as to get the full impact of the impending orgasm. With a loud groan the older lover unleashed his ball seed and coated the inside of Dom's love channel with his cum. Although it lasted a relatively short time, the climax seemed to go on for ever until, finally, the stream of spunk dried up and Martin withdrew his sensitive and deflating prick.
Realising that his partner had still not cum, Martin turned Dom round and quickly planted his mouth over the very wet and well-lubricated head of the young man's cock. He was just in time to receive a glorious mouthful of hot cream as Dom's cock exploded in his mouth. Jets of youthful sperm hit the roof of the older lover's mouth, forcing him to swallow the precious tasty tribute as quickly as it flowed out. Martin saved the last few drops of Dom's cum and reached up to pull the beautiful youngster's face towards him and, as they kissed deeply, Martin transferred the creamy spunk to his lover's mouth.
In all the time from the moment Dom had entered the room neither of the lovers had spoken more than a few words and, even now, with all their immediate passion spent, they rested on the small bed in contented silence. As they lay close together Dom spooned up against Martin, who enfolded his youthful lover in his arms, holding him as tightly as he could. In this position the two men drifted off into a refreshing sleep, which ended when Dom turned round and began to kiss his way down towards his partner's groin. Martin's cock reacted as expected and was soon being sucked vigorously by the horny youngster. As soon as he had woken sufficiently, the older man moved his head towards Dom's prick and began to return the favour. Again, the couple worked away in silence, slurping and sucking, sighing and groaning, until they both reached satisfaction. Sensing that this was the last time they would be together each man savoured the moment of orgasm in his partner and relished the taste and texture of the other's cock, balls and cum.
After their second bout of lovemaking, Martin glanced at the time and realised that Dom would need to return to his own room very soon because, in a short while, the rest of their party to start waking up. Reluctantly, he led Dom to the door, but before opening it he held his handsome lover tightly embraced and kissed him passionately holding back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Dom too was feeling the emotion of the moment and fighting hard not to cry as well. After a long moment during which neither said anything, the two men parted and the younger man slipped quietly away and effectively out of Martin's life. After he had returned to his bed, Martin lay back and sobbed uncontrollably into his pillow. This parting had been every bit as harrowing as he had expected and, for obvious reasons, much worse than the one he had experienced with Rob.
Nevertheless, after a fitful sleep on both their parts, by breakfast time both Martin and Dom had recovered sufficiently and joined the other members of the family wedding guests in the hotel dining room. Breakfast was a fairly subdued affair as most of those present were suffering to a greater or lesser extent from the excesses of the night before and, in this respect, Dom and Martin seemed very little different from the others. Anyone looking at them would have assumed that they too had eaten and drunk too much at the celebrations and were suffering the consequences. As might have been expected people were picking at their food rather tentatively and conversation was kept to a minimum, with only the older members of the group showing much real signs of interest in chatting. As time wore on and the deadline for the check out from the hotel approached, the subject of onward travel plans was raised.
Martin, being both sensitive and discreet, turned down the offer of a lift with Dom's parents considering, rightly, that they would want some time on their own with their son before he flew back to Canada. Unsurprisingly, the Cottons had insisted that Martin should come to the airport to see Dom off, but appeared grateful that the family friend would travel there separately. In fact, Martin had already arranged to travel back to London later that morning with one of Rob's sisters who was also going to the airport and could easily give him a lift. The journey to Heathrow was completed with the passengers in the car exchanging only desultory conversation, each undoubtedly lost in their own thoughts.
When they arrived at the airport, Martin and his travelling companions joined a small group of Dom's family and friends that had gathered to wish Dominic good luck and see him leave. The party of well-wishers stood nearby as the handsome young man lined up and eventually checked in for his flight. After he had returned from the desk the group stood around for a moment or two and Martin felt the overwhelming need to be on his own for a few moments and so he made the excuse of needing the toilet and went off in search of the bathroom. Standing at the urinal, Martin became aware that someone else had entered the toilet and was surprised and delighted to see his lover coming towards him. As they stood alongside each other both young men glanced down at the other's prick and Martin was reminded of the pleasures of the past and what he would be missing in the future. It was clear the couple could not linger and so they moved away towards the washbasins and, as the toilet was deserted, the two lovers turned, hugged and kissed each other passionately. However, a noise from the entrance gave warning that someone else was coming into the toilets and the two men had just enough time to separate and stand by the drying machines. Dom's father walked in and the two youngsters waited until he had finished his business and then all three walked out together and rejoined the rest of their party.
Once everyone was back it did not seem very long before the flight monitors indicated that it was time for Dom to go through to the departure gates. The group of family and friends surrounded the youngster as they walked with Dom to the security barrier beyond which only passengers could pass. Here the small party all stopped and crowded round Dom to bid him their final, individual farewells. Once again, at this difficult moment for all those that loved and cared for Dom, Martin's face was a master class in repressed emotion as he embraced his young lover for the last time. Promising that they would all always keep in touch but secretly doubting whether this would really be the case, the group waved enthusiastically as Dom disappeared through to passport control and finally out of sight on his way into the departure lounge. As they stood around afterwards wondering what to do, it was agreed that the family and friends should wait at the airport for the young man's departure time to come around and maybe watch the flight take off from the observation lounge. Although Martin was anxious to get away so that he could give vent to his emotions, he thought it wise to accept the offer of a quick drink with the rest of the group. However, as soon as he could do so, Martin told the others that he had such an early start the next day that he really needed to get home and get properly organised. As Dom's aircraft climbed into the sky above London, Martin took his leave of his former lover's family and friends still on the ground and returned, sadly and alone, to his flat.
Martin took a taxi from the airport to the centre of London and then walked the short distance from the main road to the building where he lived. Once inside, having dumped his bag, Martin realised that he had no fresh food and so he got up and walked down the street to a local convenience store. On his return journey, the bright lights of a seedy sex shop caught Martin's attention and he recalled that it was somewhere such as this that he had visited for his first experience of gay cinema. Something drew the young man inexorably to the place and before he knew it Martin was inside and paying his money to go into the basement movie theatre. The room was very dark except for the light from a large screen on which a film depicting several men engaged in oral and anal sex was being shown. It took Martin several minutes to get adjusted to the place, but finally he found a half empty row of seats and sat down. The movie was of poor quality and the soundtrack was indistinct making Martin think carefully about leaving only minutes after he had arrived. However, before he could do so, another young man about his own age sat down next to Martin and placed his hand firmly on his neighbour's bulging crotch. A moment later, the youth had skilfully unzipped the fly and had released the turgid prick from its protective underwear. Unusually for Martin he remained passive as the stranger leant down and took the spongy head into his mouth and began to slide his mouth up and down the rock hard shaft. The young man was good and knew just how to exert maximum suction and create the greatest level of pleasure and it was not long before he had brought Martin to the point of no return. Deftly removing the throbbing cock from his mouth the young man produced a small piece of tissue paper and, as he wanked the shaft vigorously, the stranger ensured that Martin's spunk shot out of the enlarged piss slit straight onto it. As he sat back in the seat recovering his breath, the young man guided Martin's hand to the large, fat, uncut cock that was sticking out the front of his latest partner's jeans. It only took a few long strokes from Martin to bring relief to the young man and a small but acceptable amount of cum oozed out from his balls and dribbled over his foreskin and down the shaft. Using another piece of tissue paper, the youth carefully wiped his prick clean and, without a word, disappeared as suddenly as he had arrived. A minute or two later Martin also got up and left the cinema and returned finally to his flat.
It was only once he was safely inside that Martin gave in to his emotions, not only in respect of the experience in the cinema only a short time before, but also the loss of Dominic. The latter event overwhelmed the young man and Martin sat quietly in a chair for over an hour, completely unable to stop the flow of tears that fell so easily from his eyes. Finally, the distraught young man managed to regain sufficient control of himself and he reflected on the many good times he had had enjoyed with both Rob and, even more especially, with Dom. Many of the memories brought a smile to Martin's face and a very pleasant tingling sensation in his groin. As was the case with Anna and Rob, Martin was convinced that he had not seen the last of Dom, although he recognised that the intensity of their relationship would never be rekindled and each would have to move on. In his heart Martin wished Dom a long and happy life and hoped that they would both find new partners in the not too distant future.
This thought marked Martin's final acceptance that he had reached another staging point in his life and his thoughts turned to the future and the next great step he would take. The following morning he was due to report for duty at the Police Station just south of the Thames that would be his main centre of attention for at least the next few months and if not for a couple of years. Sighing deeply, Martin got up from his chair, went into his bedroom, set the alarm and took out his uniform, which had been cleaned and pressed ready for him to make a good impression the next day. Looking forward, the young man knew that shortly after six-thirty the following morning, he would put on his pristine new uniform, travel from his home, cross the river Thames to South London and arrive at the Police Station where he would be based and report for duty. At that moment and after his period of training, Probationary Police Constable Martin Roberts would begin his chosen career. Although he was full of high hopes for the future, the question of how successful that career would be was something that only time would tell.
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