Martin Roberts Investigates

By Steve Rose - Laureate Author

Published on Jan 13, 2003

Gay

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual overtones. 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.

MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES

Chapter 4

In the afternoon before the murder Martin Roberts had returned home to spend some time with his partner Tom. Tom was preparing for an important legal case and so neither of them had had much time to spend in each other's company. Nevertheless Martin thought that with his surveillance and tailing plans in order he could afford to relax for a few hours. Graeme Adams was no fool and if he were the murderer -- and Martin was extremely doubtful that he was -- the disc jockey would know that he was being followed and would not dare to put a foot out of line. In addition it had been some time since the last murder and, although they had not yet found any firm evidence or clues to the identity of the killer, it was possible that the police activity had unsettled the killer and forced him to stop.

Entering the apartment Martin found Tom in his study surrounded by books and papers. Tom looked up and smiled at his partner who immediately came over to him and embraced him.

"Time for a bite to eat, Tom?"

"OK. In or out?"

"Better eat in. I have an operation on this evening and need to be in phone contact."

"Can't you use your mobile?"

"I could but I hate them in restaurants. Let's eat in and maybe we'll have time for a bit of `afters' as well!!"

Tom agreed to this, particularly as he enjoyed the afters' part of the deal. They prepared a light meal, which they ate quickly before retiring to their room. It was very clear that neither of them wanted much in the way of foreplay and within seconds they had assumed a 69' position and were pumping their rampant dicks into each other's mouth. Usually such a position could be maintained by both men for some time but this particular day the tension and stress was such that they each wanted the pleasure of a quick orgasm. As Tom licked the shaft and exposed head of Martin's prick he could feel his own sensitive glans and frenum being teased by his partner's rough tongue. Each sought to outdo the other with their enthusiastic oral expertise and it took les than half the time they usually needed to bring them to the brink. Tom felt martin's head begin to swell and used his tongue on his partner's piss slit until he was rewarded by a satisfying amount of cum being shot onto his waiting lips and tongue and onto his chin. This triggered Tom's response and he fired his ball juice all over Martin's hair, face and mouth. When they had calmed down, Tom grinned at Martin and said,

"Thanks. I think we both needed that!!"

Martin nodded his agreement and the two went contentedly back to their living room and rested on the sofa listening to music. Their relaxation was short-lived. First Tom received a call from another member of the legal team and then Martin received a call to tell him that the operation to follow Graeme Adams had begun successfully. Martin decided that he ought to go back to Scotland Yard to supervise the operation personally. It was there that Martin first heard the news that Graeme's tail had lost him but he was reassured to learn that the surveillance of Graeme's apartment was still in place. Graeme's arrival there alone and later than the other guests was reported to Martin who was not particularly alarmed by this information. It was not until the first news of a body being found that it became clear that the operation had failed. As soon as he could get a car, Martin raced to the scene where Aaron Dunn's body had been found.

Martin did not really need to wait for the pathology report to know that this was the third victim of the killer who had already struck in Leeds and Manchester. It was clear that the victim had been killed, stripped, mutilated and dumped in exactly the same way as the other two. After the scenes of crime people had done their first sweep, Martin returned to Scotland Yard in a very depressed mood, cheered only by the news that there was a positive sighting of Graeme Adams and the victim chatting together shortly before the victim disappeared and the officers lost contact with the disc jockey. He was going to go round and interview Graeme, now even more of a suspect than before, as soon as another officer became available. Martin's most trusted assistant, Inspector Mark Jamieson, had just arrived in Martin's office when the phone on his desk rang. Martin listened to the message and when he had replaced the receiver turned to the Inspector and said in a slightly surprised voice,

"It seems as though our friend Graeme Adams has saved us a journey. He's down at the front desk right now. Go down and bring him up here would you?"

The Inspector disappeared and a few minutes later returned with a rather tired-looking Graeme Adams in his wake.

Martin offered his hand to Graeme and said,

"Good morning Mr Adams. I was just about to come round to see you."

Graeme looked back without any sign of emotion and replied,

"I thought you might be. I heard on the television earlier that another body had been found and, judging by the description, I think I know who it is."

"Go on, Mr Adams."

"Yes, well I think, but I can't be sure that it might be a young American called Aaron Dunn. I met him at my gig last night and we had a drink together. I invited him to my party last night after the show and offered him a lift to my place. He agreed to come with me but, when I got round to the front to pick him up, he had disappeared. I waited a few minutes - even looked inside the door - but no sign of him so I assumed he had changed his mind or had a better offer, so I left. He did not turn up to the party but then I heard about the body and it set me thinking. It is like the earlier ones isn't it?"

"Yes I'm afraid it is. Thanks for the name. Do you know any more about him?"

"Not really. I believe he worked in the City, but I'm not sure where."

Martin turned to Inspector Jamieson and said,

"Get onto that will you, please Mark? At least we might get someone to id him."

Mark left the room and Martin watched Graeme Adams closely in the silence that followed. He seemed upset but calm to the experienced eye of the superintendent. Once Inspector Jamieson had returned to the room he indicated he wanted to say something to his superior officer. Martin listened as Mark whispered in his ear, then nodded. The two men returned to the interview table and Martin turned back to Graeme Adams,

"Let me summarise: you met the victim, invited him to a party, offered him a lift but he did not take it. Tell me what time did you get back to your apartment?"

"It was some time before 1 a.m. Waiting for the unfortunate guy delayed me. When I got there the party had started by the time I arrived there."

"So lots of people saw you arrive?"

"Yes."

"And they can confirm your time of arrival?"

"Of course."

"Well I'm going to need a list of all those who were present at the party. They will have to be spoken to."

"It might be a bit awkward..."

"I understand, Mr Adams," Martin interrupted, "but this is a murder investigation and we will be discreet. But I still need the names."

Graeme Adams shrugged and started to write a list of names and after several minutes, stopped and handed it across the table to Martin, who looked at it noting several well known names on the list, including a leading TV star, an Opposition MP, and an allegedly happily married actor.

"Thank you, Mr Adams. I must reassure you we will be most discreet. Now is there anything else you can tell me about last night? Was there anyone acting suspiciously or oddly at your gig or at the party afterwards?"

"Not that I can think of, no, superintendent. May I go now?"

"Two last questions before you do Mr Adams. First, apart from the dead man was there anyone invited to the party who did not show up?"

"No, no one else."

"OK and finally are there any other regular guests at your parties that were not invited last night?"

"Not really, no."

"Not really?"

"Well, there are a couple of sort of groupies that sometimes tag along. I'll add them to my list should I?"

Martin handed the list back to Graeme who wrote two additional names at the bottom of the list and handed it back to the Inspector. Martin nodded at Graeme and said,

"Well thank you very much for coming in you have been most helpful. You're free to go. Where's your next gig by the way?"

"Birmingham, tonight. Thank you, superintendent."

"Safe journey."

After Mark had shown Graeme out of the building he returned to Martin's office. Martin looked at the Inspector questioningly. Mark shrugged and said,

"He's no fool and he knows we've been following him but I don't think he's our man."

"I agree, but we must continue to follow him. I'll alert the police in Birmingham and also send some men to tail him there. You and I will have to work on this list he's given us. I'll report to the Commodore and the Commissioner and get permission to talk to the sensitive ones. You take the others. OK?"

"Yes sir."

Mark would have been ideal as an accompanying officer but both policemen knew that this would not be possible. Jamieson left to organise the tail on Adams and Martin went off to talk to his superiors. Later that morning he had interviewed -- discreetly of course -- the most sensitive people named on the list that Adams had supplied. They each confirmed that they had been at the party and confirmed Adams' account of what had happened and when he had arrived. None of these people could think of any additional names for the list. When Martin and Jamieson got together to compare notes the same was true of those that the Inspector had interviewed, confirmation of Adams' story and of his time of arrival.

"Well, I think we ought to follow up those who were not there, don't you, sir?"

"Yes I do, Mark, and I think we should do it right away."

Martin looked at the two names on the list: Joe Smith and Peter Collins. He had discovered something about each of them: Smith was a long distance lorry driver and Collins was a sales rep. Smith lived in South London and Collins in Essex but both travelled widely in the UK and beyond. After a moments thought Martin said,

"Let's see Smith first."

Martin and his Inspector drove over Westminster Bridge and were soon in the area of south London near Clapham Common where Joe Smith lived. They parked, got out of the car and rang the bell. An elderly lady came to the door and they showed her their warrant cards. They pair introduced themselves and Mark Jamieson began to speak to the lady in his most reassuring voice,

"Hello Mrs Smith?"

"Yes, dear. What can I do for you?"

"Is your son Joe at home, Mrs Smith? There was an accident recently and we believe your son might have been a witness", Mark lied convincingly.

Mrs Smith looked satisfied with the Inspector's explanation and looked slightly sad when she replied,

"No dear I'm afraid he's not here. He's got a big load to pick up in the Midlands early tomorrow so he's left today so as to avoid the traffic. I think he's staying somewhere near where he had to collect the load. What do you need to speak to him about?"

"Do you know where that is?"

"I think it's something from the National Exhibition Centre but I can't be sure."

"Well thanks very much Mrs Smith you've been most helpful."

Mark and Martin turned to leave and Mrs Smith paused before closing the door, then spoke again,

"Shall I ask him to telephone you when he gets home?"

"Yes please", said Mark, handing the old lady his card.

Back in the car the two policemen exchanged a glance and Martin said,

"So Joe is in Birmingham or on his way there. I think we better see if we can find him, don't you, Mark?"

"Right away, sir", Mark replied and got straight onto the radio to find the registration number of Joe Smith's lorry. Once he had that he alerted the traffic police on the routes to Birmingham to keep a look out for the vehicle. Both Mark and Martin thought that they now had another suspect and someone else to follow, once he was found. This proved to be more difficult than either of the two senior officers envisaged when they started back to Scotland Yard.

Joe Smith had not been entirely honest with his mother when he had left. He was indeed due to pick up a cargo from the National Exhibition Centre in Birmingham but the load and the lorry was to be provided by his employer. Joe was driving up to Birmingham in his own car not in his lorry that remained locked in its secure pound. Joe liked to drive up to Birmingham late on a Sunday afternoon because he was able to indulge the second of his interests -- sex with younger men. The route took him past several University towns and there was always a number of students waiting to hitch a ride back to their colleges after a weekend away. Although he was in his late thirties -- almost forty in fact - Joe was in good shape. He kept fit, although his other passion -- driving -- meant that he was at the wheel of a lorry most of the time. Joe was slim, good looking and open warm face with a long nose and thin lips and he hardly ever failed to attract at least one partner on trips such as the one he had just started.

Joe's interest in sex had begun at school when he and his best friend had experimented with each other. The thrill of orgasm and of being brought to it by another person's hand or mouth soon captivated Joe. While his friend went on to find a girl friend and eventually marry, Joe had continued to find greater pleasure in the company of men. After leaving school, Joe had worked for a small haulage company and eventually qualified to drive one of the lorries. When the formidable woman who ran the company decided to retire, she gave each of her longest serving employees their own lorry to keep. Joe had been one of the beneficiaries of her generosity and had set himself up as a one-man business. He made enough to get by and look after his widowed mother in whose house he still lived. No distance was too long or too short for Joe and he loved the travelling, the driving and finding new people and places for sex.

By the time Martin and Mark had called at his house, Joe was well over Vauxhall Bridge and heading North towards the elevated section of the M40, which would take him to Birmingham. If he did not strike lucky on the way, Joe would drive off the motorway at a slip road to see if there were any hitchhikers waiting at the access road before rejoining the main road again. On this particular day he had struck lucky almost immediately, a young man, on his own -- Joe had ignored the couple a few minutes before, the girl flashing her legs to attract attention and the sullen boy waiting half hidden from view. Joe slowed and opened the passenger door to let the young man in, having noted that he was going to Warwick. The young man looked into the car and Joe said,

"I'm going to Birmingham, I can drop you off in Warwick on the way."

"Thanks, mate", replied the young man, climbing in and throwing his bag onto the back seat.

Joe drove a short while in silence but sizing up the young man, noting the nice bulge in his skin-tight jeans and the short T-shirt that covered his passenger's well-defined chest. The young man had a pleasant face, slightly pale skin but full lips -- ideal for sucking cock in Joe's view. As he checked out his passenger, Joe also caught the young man checking him out as they drove along and took the opportunity to run his fingers along the outline of his own bulge. Joe knew he was not wrong, he had a potential partner for sex later on when they could find a suitable spot. Joe decided it was time to get to know his passenger.

"Well if we're going to drive to Birmingham I guess you ought to know my name. I'm Joe and I drive for a living. I guess you're a student, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm Will and I'm at Warwick University, studying English."

"Must be fun being a student. I never had that fortune. Not bright enough. Left school at 16 but I have my own business now -- haulage, owner-driver. Why were you in London?"

"Visiting a friend for the weekend."

"Nice."

"Not really, we had a big row that's why I am going home so early."

"I see. Well, plenty more fish in the sea."

Joe smiled at Will and thought to himself `like me for instance'. They travelled in silence for some time after this burst of conversation. Will was considering his disastrous weekend, spent with his now former lover, with whom he had developed his sexual identity. Will and Marcus had been together since their sixth form days and on leaving to go to separate universities had promised undying love for each other. Will had remained loyal to Marcus but the latter had not reciprocated as this weekend had revealed. At a party on the Saturday evening, Marcus had confessed that he had slept around and Will had stormed off. Back at the flat the two had argued late into the night before going to bed in separate rooms. Will had left for good and had travelled from the south coast to London before seeking a lift to Warwick. Throughout this silent period as he drove along the motorway Joe tried hard to resist the temptation to reach across and give his passenger's bulge a feel. Time was running out for Joe as they were getting close to the turn off for Warwick and he could resist no longer. As he changed gear and moved into the nearside lane to get ready to exit the motorway Joe allowed his hand to accidentally slip into his passenger's lap.

Will started slightly as Joe's hand landed in his lap but he made no attempt to move it away. Encouraged by the response Joe began to explore the bulge with his free hand while steering the car erratically with the other. Will looked slightly startled as the car veered slightly from the nearside lane onto the hard shoulder and he said,

"I don't really want you to stop but oughtn't we to find somewhere quiet and safe I don't want us to get killed."

"You're right but I don't know any place round here, unless you have somewhere else in mind?"

"Well I live alone in a small bed-sit, we could go there if you want."

"Just tell me the way!!"

Joe removed his hand from Will's bulge and followed his passenger's directions until about 20 minutes later they were parked outside Will's small bed-sit. Will let them into the main door and led the way to his own bed-sit, Joe followed admiring the round bulge of the student's arse. As soon as they were inside Joe wasted no time and began to unbutton Will's tight jeans and Will took the opportunity to unzip and feel his new friend's rock hard tool. Joe made it clear that he wanted to service Will's cock orally and he pulled the long thin hard penis towards his mouth and expertly began to suck and lick his way up and down the student's love stick. Will groaned happily as Joe's lips and tongue gave him oral attention. Joe's hands roamed up the student's chest and round his balls and arsehole. As Will began to face fuck him, Joe used his fingers to tease the younger man's nipples and play with his balls. After a few moments Joe's fingers were moving towards the entrance to the student's welcoming hole. As soon as Joe slipped his fingers inside him and found Will's prostate, the young man began to moan even louder and his assault on the older man's mouth intensified. Joe swallowed the thin cock down his throat, increasing the pressure and the suction on the throbbing shaft. Will was getting close and he shouted out his encouragement,

"Suck me!!! Swallow my cock!!! I want to fill your mouth and throat with my ball juice!!!"

Joe loved the taste and feel of young spunk as it shot into his mouth and he waited with growing anticipation for Will to explode deep in his throat. Seconds passed and then he was rewarded with the warm sweet creamy young cum that coated his throat and shot several more ropes of jizz onto his tongue. Joe greedily swallowed all that his younger companion delivered into his willing mouth and kept the softening cock in his mouth until Will indicated that the head was now too sensitive and he had to pull it out. It was only then that both men realised that in their haste to satisfy their lust they had not even got fully dressed. Will pulled his jeans off and lay back on his bed, legs apart, as Joe removed his own clothes and then joined him on the bed. Will reached into the bedside table, took out some oil and a condom and, having greased up Joe's rampant cock, placed the sheath carefully over the older man's cock. Joe pulled the student's legs further apart before pulling them up so that they rested on his shoulders. The older man positioned himself carefully and then slowly but surely entered the student's welcoming love tunnel. Both men groaned as the cock went deeper inside until Joe's balls slapped against the rounded cheeks of Will's arse. Slowly Joe withdrew before plunging in and out again with increasing speed. Although clearly not a virgin Will's hole was tight and he had great muscle control, clamping hard on Joe's engorged dick as it ground in and out. The young man's cock was also coming back to life as Joe's strokes stimulated Will's prostate. Joe was beginning to get ragged but Will urged him on,

"Oh yes, Joe, Fuck me deep!!! Fuck my arse and fill me with your spunk!!! My dick is hard again I want to cum with you!! Oh don't stop!!! I can feel you throbbing!!! Fill me up!!! Fill me now!!! Fuck yeah!!... Fuck me yeah!!!!!! Oh Yes FUCK meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Joe could not respond but simply allowed his orgasm to flow over him as he delivered his love juice deep inside Will's hole. Will felt Joe's cock throbbing and spitting his jizz inside him and this tipped the student over the edge and his own cock began to fire a second load of cum out of its enlarged piss slit. Joe was almost completely exhausted by the vigour of his fuck but he was determined to eat a second helping of Will's spunk so he allowed himself to slump forward and he licked the white nectar into his mouth. As he did so, Will spooned up the remaining cum with his finger and fed it to his older partner. Finally Joe's cock slowly slid out of Will's warm hole and Joe smiled at his young partner,

"Thanks for that. You were great!!"

Will smiled back and replied,

"The least I could do after you brought me all the way home!!"

Then the two lay still and slept for a short while. An hour later they were awake and Joe had a bright idea,

"I was going to drive on to Birmingham and go to disco. Why don't we go together and afterwards, perhaps we can come back here or you could stay with me at my overnight hotel?"

"I'd really love to and I do want to see you again but I have to finish some work for first thing tomorrow. I better not."

Joe hid his disappointment well but was happy that they exchanged telephone numbers and an agreement to meet again soon. The pair showered together and then, fully dressed, Joe took his leave and drove on to Birmingham. He would still go to the disco and, who knows, might get an invite to one of Graeme Adams' famous parties. The roads were quite clear and so Joe arrived at his proposed overnight hotel in good time to eat and get ready to go out. The hotel was popular with travelling salesmen -- `executives' as they preferred to call themselves -- it was clean and the owners asked no intrusive questions about the guests. Joe decided to eat and then shower and get changed. The meal was reasonably palatable but nothing special and after he had had another drink in the bar, Joe went on back to his room. As he passed one of the rooms he heard raised voices -- both male -- coming from inside. Thinking to himself that it was probably a "lovers' tiff" Joe gave no further thought to the words he heard but went quickly into his own room and prepared to go on to the evening entertainment he hoped that he would enjoy.

The location of the pub/disco was not far from the hotel so Joe decided to go by taxi so that he could drink. He did not want to arrive too early or stay too late. When he arrived, the disco had already started and Graeme Adams was already performing his routine. Joe thought that Graeme was rather more subdued than usual and that he was not in his usual outrageous form. He looked around but saw no faces that he recognised so he went to the bar and ordered a drink. There were a few tables around but couples were occupying all but one. The remaining table had a single young man sitting there. Joe walked over to the table and smiled at a man in his late twenties who looked at him but did not respond. The younger man was slim and good looking and his upper torso suggested that he worked out a lot in the gym and kept himself fit. Although Joe preferred his partners to be a bit younger, he was still randy after his session with Will earlier in the day and was happy to try to hook up with this other guy. Joe started to speak,

"Mind if I join you? Haven't seen you here before have I? I'm Joe by the way."

The stranger looked up and nodded his agreement to Joe joining him and then replied with a grunt,

"No it's only my second time here. I'm Ed."

"Good to meet you, Ed. Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'll have a lager, thanks", came the reply and Joe thought that he recognised the voice from somewhere but could not quite place it.

Joe got up and went up to the bar which had suddenly become more crowded and it took him several minutes to get served, and a few more to get the drink and pay for it. As Joe turned round to walk back to the table, he noticed that the table was empty and that the stranger, Ed, had vanished. Joe set the drink down on the table next to his own and drank first his original pint and then, as Ed did not return, the second one as well. During the time he was sitting there no one joined his table but Joe did not mind too much. He spent a bit of time people watching but no one caught his attention and eventually he felt the need to visit the toilets. Joe made his way to the toilets at the back of the bar area and entered them. The place was deserted and so Joe took up a position at one end of the urinal and began to relieve himself. After about a minute the door opened and another man walked in, Joe turned but saw that the man was about his own age and lost degree of interest. The man glanced at Joe and took up a position at the other end of the urinal. Joe finished his piss and zipped up to leave and crossed to the washbasin. After drying his hands Joe left the toilets and almost ran into Graeme Adams coming in the other direction. The two men smiled at each other but Graeme did not make any other comment and went on into the toilet. Joe returned to the bar area and ordered another drink, thinking that there was no chance of an invite to one of Graeme's parties. Joe thought Graeme looked strained and he had also thought that the performance of the DJ that night had been less than his usual high standard.

When he got back to the bar area, Joe was served quicker this time as it was less crowded. He ordered another pint and, as he turned to find a seat, his arm caught another person and spilt their drink. Joe was all apologies,

"Sorry mate, didn't see you there. Let me get you another one."

"That's OK", came the reply, "I didn't really want too much more. I have to leave soon. Mustn't be late home."

For the first time Joe focussed on the owner of the voice a thin, nervous teenager, wearing tight jeans, a equally tight T-shirt and a winning smile. Joe was smitten but managed to keep his composure,

"Is this your first time here?"

The youth nodded and Joe smiled encouragingly.

"Do you have far to go? What time do you have to be back home?"

"Not far but I need to be in before 1130."

Joe looked at his watch, it was 1015, quite early but the thought of having this teenager was worth the sacrifice.

"My name is Joe. What's yours?"

The youngster looked slightly shocked and replied very quietly and hesitantly,

"I'm B..B..Billy."

Joe thought the youngster's accent was strange and not local but he could not place it.

"You're not from round here are you, Billy?"

"Yes I live here, not far away but I lived the first ten years of my life in Canada. My parents moved back here because my mom was homesick."

Joe smiled at the teenager and then made his move,

"Let's get a taxi back to my hotel for the drink I owe you and after that I'll run you home."

To his relief the boy nodded his agreement and Joe and he walked towards the door. There were always taxis around and they quickly found one and were back at the hotel in less than ten minutes. During the ride back to the hotel, Joe had great difficulty in keeping his hands off Billy but just about managed it. The teenager had sat close to Joe and the thrill of the touch had made the older man's cock harden in anticipation. Joe paid the taxi driver and steered Billy quickly through the deserted reception area, past the thinly populated bar and into his room. Once inside, he got to work on Billy by unzipping his jeans and feeling the hardness inside. Joe dropped to his knees and pulled the jeans down and then began to run his tongue up the material of his boxers and along shaft of Billy's prick. The boy groaned and then said,

"Oh Fuck... yes .... shit, no .... Sorry ... I'm cumming!!"

Joe had just got the prick free of the boxers were a large shot of teen cream shot out of the piss slit and hit him on the face. He moved quickly to engulf the throbbing tool and managed to savour the rest of the spunk as it shot out of the teenager's balls and prick. Finally the stream came to an end and Joe nursed the last drops out of Billy's prick before allowing it to slide out of his mouth. Billy looked down all red and flustered and said,

"I'm so sorry... I think it was the excitement. I normally last much longer than this when I wank."

Joe had scraped the remaining cum from his face and licked it into his mouth and then he smiled up at the teenager,

"Don't worry. Is this your first ever time with another guy?"

Billy nodded and Joe went on,

"Well you'll do better next time and anyway a lad your age soon recovers and there's time for more fun before you have to leave."

Joe was right. Bill hardly went soft before his prick began to harden again, especially as he was, by now, naked and wanking Joe, who was also naked. Seeing Billy begin to harden Joe decided that he would do what he had originally intended and get the boy to fuck him. Joe moved Billy into position, found a condom and slipped it over the teenager's dick. Billy was a good wanker and there was plenty of pre-cum of Joe's cock so the older man took some and began to smear it round his welcoming love channel entrance. Joe also added some KY jelly before pulling Billy closer to him. The teenager's prick was pointed directly at the entrance hole and with Joe's expert guidance the youngster was soon pushing his prick deep into the waiting love chute. This may have been Billy's first time but he knew what to do and natural instinct took over as he began a rough but not unacceptable fucking action. This time the boy lasted longer than before. Joe urged him on,

"That's it, Billy... Plug my hole with your lovely teenaged dick... Fuck me deep... I want to feel you throb and cum inside me!!"

Billy continued to plough in and out of Joe's arse as the older man began to stroke his cock in time to the thrusting. Billy was getting closer and closer to unleashing a second load of cream and Joe was keen to shoot a load at much the same time. Billy was beginning to breath unevenly and Joe squeezed his arse muscles tightly round the teenager's shaft and felt it begin to throb. Joe's own breathing was getting heavier but he continued to encourage Billy,

"That's it, Billy ... Fill my arse with cream ... Shoot your teenage spunk inside me!! .. I'm going to shoot a load as well ... can't ... wait ... much ... longer!!!"

Joe's cock began to fire spunk out of its piss slit and the sight of this was the final straw for Billy who was overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm. The teenager's prick fired another incredible amount of spunk deep inside Joe's love channel. Again, several moments went by before he had finally finished cumming and then he slumped forward on top of Joe and their two bodies were covered by Joe's slick, sticky cream. Slowly Billy's prick softened and emerged from Joe's arse hole. Joe smiled at Billy and said,

"Thank you, Billy!! You were fantastic!!"

Billy looked at Joe and grinned back in a boyish way,

"No, thank you, Joe ... I've lost my virginity ... I'll always remember you as being my first real grown up fuck!!!"

Then the pair dozed off but not for long as Joe knew he needed to get Billy back home. He gently roused the sleeping teen and together they dressed and left the way they had come in. Nobody saw them. Joe led Billy to his car and then drove carefully, as he did not want to be stopped by the police and followed Billy's directions. Billy told Joe to park in a lay-by close to his home and that he would walk the rest of the way. The lay-by was secluded and isolated from the road by a small area of bushes on one side, on the other there were open fields. Before Billy left the car, Joe leant over and kissed him and squeezed the teenager's bulge. The teenager's dick was beginning to harden again!! However both knew that they had to stop and did so. As he got out of the car, Billy again thanked Joe, who responded,

"I hope that we meet again. I come up to this area quite often. I'll look out for you in the pub."

Billy nodded and turned to leave but Joe asked almost as an afterthought,

"How old are you by the way. Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Seventeen", smiled Billy as he ran off towards his home.

Stunned by this revelation, Joe sat in the lay-by for a few minutes but then drove off back to the hotel. As he turned onto the road, another car turned into the lay-by but Joe did not register the fact.

The following morning, behind the lay-by where Joe had parked to let Billy out, a body was found in the field. It was naked and the man's genitals had been removed. The killer had struck again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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===== Keep the juices flowing and the cream shooting high!!!

Next: Chapter 5


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