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This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the sixth 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 6
There was no way that, when he picked up the button from the bushes where James Bryant had been hiding the day before, Martin could have known that he had been observed from the bedroom window of the assassin himself As he went upstairs at the Police Station to report to CID, the young Constable was equally unaware of the danger that his being spotted might have placed him in. As soon as he had arrived in the CID office, Martin had proudly presented DS Morton with the possible piece of evidence he had found and explained the circumstances that had led up to the discovery. The man in temporary charge of the investigation looked at the silver button and said,
"Congratulations on showing some initiative Constable Roberts and also on the way you have carefully preserved the evidence, if that is what it turns out to be, by wrapping it up in a cloth handkerchief. Just so that I know all the facts, you say that you found this at a location where you think someone might have been hiding yesterday and watching what was going on.'
Martin nodded in understanding as the DS continued,
"Of course it might have been a nosey bystander and in any case we have no idea how long the button had been lying there, do we?"
Martin had to acknowledge the truth of what the more experienced officer was saying, but was cheered when Ray Morton added that he would certainly have the item properly examined and that, if it proved of use in the investigation, would ensure that DCI Prior was informed of the find and the name of the officer that had found it. In the meantime, the DS suggested that there were several things that needed to be done in terms of moving the investigation forward, not the least of which was trying to identify the dead man and then a second interview with young Ian Doig about whether he had seen anything unusual before he discovered the body, because, by now, the youngster should have recovered from the trauma of the day before.
Martin took the hint and left the office having decided that his number one priority should be to try to establish the identity of the dead man and then call on the Doigs later in the day. The first thing that the young PC did was to use his local knowledge to go to where the most likely places would be to find other local tramps. He and his partner Dave Powell had often discussed the layout of their beat and the older man had explained where many down and outs liked to congregate during the day. Although there was certain to be a number of other gathering places further away from his immediate beat area, Martin decided that he would start in his own area and then seek help from other uniformed colleagues if, or when, he drew a blank.
Although he thought it would be the most promising, the first location Martin visited was rather disappointing. It was usually a busy area because of its proximity to an off licence and convenience store and a number of tramps would often hang around on the waste ground that was adjacent to this shopping area. On this particular day, however, there was just one drunk old man lying slumped in the far corner of the scrubby field. Martin tried to interest the man in the photograph of the dead man that CID was using in the investigation but got little response. The old man opened one bleary eye and looked briefly at the snapshot, shook his head and mumbled incoherently but was too drunk to make any sense and was clearly not very friendly towards the Police. Martin also found it difficult to interpret the shaking of the head and was unsure whether the man was indicating that he did not know the victim or merely that he was aware that the victim was dead. In the end, the young Constable gave up on his attempts to ascertain the meaning of the tramp's rambling noises and left the area, hoping that he would have better luck at his next destination.
The second locality where tramps could often be found was beyond the park in a derelict warehouse that had been abandoned for several years. This was a favourite haunt of a number of men and women that slept rough and, again, Martin was disappointed that there were so few people around that morning. There was a small group of men were sitting around in the shelter of the old building. One of the three men in the group stood up and walked towards the PC and asked Martin pointedly why he was there and expressed the hope that it was not to move them on, as was the norm for police visiting their particular part of the world. After the Constable had explained the purpose of his visit, the man shrugged and walked away to rejoin his companion, who gave a quick glance at the Constable and then the two old men walked out of sight inside the building, moving as far as they could get. The remaining tramp was the only one willing to speak to the police officer. He was the youngest of the three and was known as 'Darkie Dave' on account of his dark Mediterranean complexion. 'Darkie' was also someone that had, on previous occasions, passed on several very helpful pieces of information to the Constable. The young tramp remained standing where he was until Martin came close up to him and produced the photograph of the dead man for him to look at. After studying the photograph for a few moments, 'Darkie' shook his head and handed it back to Martin without a word. It was obvious that the man had no information and was reluctant to say very much. However, he did make one comment,
"The death of this man has shook us all up. We're scared. Most of the rest of our local group are hiding out hoping that there ain't a killer on the loose going after people like us."
Martin looked sympathetic and tried to sound reassuring,
"I can understand how you must feel, Darkie, but I don't think that there really is anything for you or the others to worry about. My boss thinks it may have been some gay related crime, so most of you guys should be OK."
'Darkie' gave a slight smile and then said,
"That's easy for you to say, isn't it?"
Martin acknowledged the truth of what the man had said and then asked,
"You say the others are hiding out. Do you know where I might find them? It's really important that we identify the man that has been killed. That will help us find the reason for his death and to identify his killer as quickly as possible."
'Darkie' gave an involuntary laugh at Martin's last somewhat naive comment and then replied by telling the officer where he thought most of the rest of the tramps were likely to be found. By way of thanking the man for his information, Martin gave 'Darkie' some money and told him to buy some food although he knew full well that the likeliest recipient of the hand out would be the nearest off-licence.
As Martin returned through the park and walked towards the area beyond the trees and the old brick toilet where the murder had taken place, once again he was watched all the way by James Bryant. The observer lost sight of the Constable as he disappeared into the trees and bushes and James could not see the direction in which Martin headed which was to the furthest extremity of the parkland to a row of old huts and more derelict buildings. As he entered the area, Martin could see a number of tramps hiding in various places all around. Most, especially the women among the group, had dodged back into hiding as they heard him approach but the acknowledged leader of the group 'Prince Albert', so-called because of his haughty bearing and posh voice, came out to meet him,
"Ah, Constable Roberts, is it not? We believe you found the body in the toilets and now here you are to talk to us. Do you have news?"
Martin smiled and said,
"Yes, it is true that I found the body but beyond that we have not so far made much progress with the investigation so I have, unfortunately, no more news for you. In fact we have not yet been able to identify out who the victim was. The purpose of my visit is to see if you or anyone else in your group know his name."
After he had given his explanation, Martin handed the photograph of the dead man to 'Prince Albert' who studied it carefully before handing it back and saying,
"Well, I think I can give you some degree of help. We know your victim as 'Dutch'. He seemed quite pleased with the name we gave him."
Martin acknowledged the information that he had been given, but needed to probe further,
"Thanks you for that, it gives us something to work on. Is there anything else you can tell me about this 'Dutch' chap, such as a surname and how long he has been in this area?"
The tramp was clearly reluctant to say more than he had to, but unlike most of the Police Force, Martin was well-liked by 'Prince Albert', so he decided to offer some further assistance,
"You should know that, in our little community, we don't ask many questions. We just accept the people that join us for what they are, so I don't have a proper name for him, however, I can tell you that he first appeared in the park about six months ago. He told us that he had come to Britain from Holland following the collapse of his business and personal life and had been on the road for a year or so before that."
Again, Martin thanked the tramp for the information and followed it up with another question,
"Did he have any particular friends or, indeed, enemies within your community?"
'Prince Albert' gave a look of displeasure at such a question, but, after a moment's pause, responded,
"He was quite a friendly soul but, like many of us, he liked to keep himself to himself and rarely said much about his life or circumstances. I don't think that he had any particular friends or enemies in our group, or beyond for that matter. We didn't pry too closely into anything personal, it's not our way. We wait until a person's ready to talk and sometimes, like 'Dutch', they never do. He had a favourite haunt or two for sleeping rough, normally in the area where you found his body. I will ask around and, if anyone knows anything more I'll pass it on to you, but only you, is that clear?"
As he wrote down the information that 'Prince Albert' had given him, Martin gave a smile of gratitude. The young Constable was anxious to return to the CID office to report back on what he had learnt. However, before he left, the young Constable heard the old tramp say,
"I hope you were not implying by your question earlier that one of us killed him."
When he replied to the last comment from 'Prince Albert', Martin felt a pang of guilt,
"Obviously I can't tell you whether we have any leads but I would say that it is very unlikely that we will be looking towards the rough sleeper community as the likeliest suspects. Of course, we may turn up evidence that makes us look again but from what I saw whoever killed 'Dutch' did a very professional job. I don't suppose you know if any of your group have any knowledge of martial arts?" 'Prince Albert' gave a stifled laugh and replied,
"As far as I know, there is nobody answering such a description. The outdoor life is not exactly conducive to such things. I would imagine you'd need a degree of fitness to be able to do something like that."
Martin nodded,
"Yes, that's true, but I suppose the knowledge never leaves you."
Again, the old tramp gave a stifled laugh, as he replied,
"OK, Constable. I'll ask about and if I find out anything I'll certainly let you know."
Having accepted that this was the best he could hope fore, before leaving, Martin asked 'Prince Albert' to reassure his community that the Police were doing all they could to solve the murder and added his personal undertaking that he and his colleagues would do all in their power to protect the 'down- and-out' population in the park from coming to any harm. Once again, whilst acknowledging the sincerity of Martin's words, 'Prince Albert' greeted them with a somewhat less than enthusiastic shrug of the shoulders. Martin understood the reaction because both he and the people he was trying to impress knew that most members of the Police Force cared very little time about the tramp community at the best of times.
Martin hurried back across the park watched all the way by James Bryant standing out of sight but close to window of the room he occupied in the small bed and breakfast hotel. On his return journey, the young Constable stopped at the area where he had found the silver button the day before. Although Martin knew full well that the whole of the site had been thoroughly searched, he wanted to satisfy himself that this was the case. As he expected there was nothing to be found but, after he had finished searching, Martin stood up and had a good look around the whole area. As he stared across the major road that passed by only a few yards away from the edge of the park, the young PC's gaze travelled along the row of large houses that bordered the other side of the road and, without knowing it, he stopped and looked directly at the window from which the assassin was observing him. After a brief pause Martin's eyes moved on and then travelled back, once again halting close to the building where James Bryant was watching him with increasing concern. However, the young officer saw nothing and finally turned away, shook his head, and walked up towards the path that led back out of the park.
As soon as Martin arrived at the Police Station he went straight upstairs to report again to the CID office. DS Morton seemed reasonably pleased with the results of Martin's enquiries and said that he would get someone to contact the Immigration Service to see if they could find any trace of 'Dutch' through them, but it seemed to both men that it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. In the meantime, DS Morton suggested that Martin should go off and interview Ian Doig, the young lad that had originally found the body.
Once again Martin trudged off across the park towards the Council estate where the Doig family home was located. The house was easy to find and Martin's knock was answered by the youngster's mother, who looked both ways down the street to see if the visit had been observed by any of the neighbours, before letting the young Constable into her home. It was clear that Mrs Doig was more than slightly put out at having a second visit from a Police officer. Martin explained the reason for his call and was grudgingly ushered through into the lounge where Ian and his older brother, Colin, were sitting engrossed in a television programme. When their mother spoke the two boys looked up and then it was the policeman's turn.
It was fairly obvious that the younger of the two brothers was still in shock after his discovery and was really not going to be much help, but Martin did glean a small snippet of information. When he asked the two boys whether they had seen anything unusual in the days before the murder, Ian volunteered the information that he had seen a man dressed in what looked like a park keeper's uniform walking around the park not far away from where he and his friends usually played football. Ian's older brother, Colin, who had also seen something similar the same day, confirmed his younger brother's observation. The older boy added, under his breath, that the uniform 'did not look quite right'. This last remark was just loud enough for Martin to hear and he recognised that, if true, it could be an important clue. As a result, the young PC immediately followed up the older teen's comment,
"In what way did it not look right?"
Colin realised that he had probably said too much already and looked to his mother for support but she cast him an annoyed look and shrugged her shoulders. As he replied, the teenager appeared nervous,
"W .. will I have to appear in Court if I say any more?"
Martin tried to sound as reassuring as possible and told Colin that it was very unlikely that it would come to that and again pressed the teenager to tell more. With a loud sigh, Colin spoke,
"I can't put my finger on it, it was just that it looked strange. It was the first time me or my brother had ever seen anyone official dressed like that in the park and it just seemed odd, that's all."
Martin was certain there was more and pressed again,
"Colin, please, can you describe the uniform that you saw?"
This time the youngster was less hesitant in his reply,
"Well it was sort of green-brown in colour and it had shiny buttons down the jacket and on the cuffs."
Martin tried hard to conceal his excitement,
"How did you know the buttons were shiny when you only saw him from a distance away?"
Colin grinned and said with some confidence,
"'Cos something caught the sun as he was walking along and it had to be a button or something like that."
Martin grinned back and said,
"Thanks, Colin, you've been a great help."
The teenager looked pleased, but then asked, earnestly,
"You are sure I won't have to say this in Court, aren't you?"
Martin nodded and said,
"I wouldn't think so, but we may need a formal statement later."
Colin seemed satisfied and Martin decided that he should leave things there for the time being so he got up and prepared to leave. The young PC stayed with the boys for only a short while longer before he thanked the Doig brothers for their help, asked them to contact him if they thought of anything else and then left their home and started the journey back to the Police Station. Although he would need to check whether the local Council had finally decided to introduce some form of management into the local parks before he could be sure that the information was as significant as he hoped it would be, Martin was pleased with the results of his visit.
Once he was back in the CID office, the PC made a telephone call to the local Council's Parks department and this confirmed that there were no park keepers operating in the local parks on the day in question and, in fact, there had not been such employees used by the Council for the previous five years. Excitedly, Martin took this information to DS Morton who seemed to be both pleased and impressed by the news that a possible link had been found between the button that had been found near the crime scene and someone who had been spotted in the vicinity only a day or so before the murder.
At roughly the same time that Martin was beginning his interview at the Doig's house, Nick Adams had discovered that the tutorial he was expecting to have to attend that afternoon had been cancelled and so, on the spur of the moment, he had decided to take a risk and surprise Martin at his flat a day earlier than the older man was expecting. The journey to Paddington from Oxford was a relatively easy one, although the train Nick had caught was a stopping train and would take much longer than usual to get to its destination. Sitting back in his seat, Nick's mind drifted off into an assessment of his life so far. He had always known that he was different from most of his contemporaries not just in terms of his intellectual abilities but also there was something else that he could not quite define that seemed to isolate him from his fellow schoolmates.
The full realisation of the difference had not been made until Nick was about fourteen and had been spending the night at his best friend Phil Green's house. Phil was several months older than Nick and lived on a large farm just on the outskirts of the town. The two teenage friends enjoyed wandering around the farmyard and off into the fields. Nick particularly enjoyed staying over night and the two friends would return to the farmhouse to eat the large meals that Mrs Green seemed always to provide for her family and their guests.
On his visits the room that Phil and Nick slept in was a large one with two single beds arranged relatively close together at one end. One night, as they were preparing for bed, Nick noticed that Phil kept glancing at his friend as they both stripped down to their underwear. Usually the two remained in their vests and underpants until they finally removed them once they were in bed, but, on this occasion, Phil took everything off and stood naked in front of his friend. Nick could see that his friend's penis was exactly like his own, neatly circumcised but also noted that it was a bit longer and thicker. As the younger lad looked admiringly at his friend's prick, it began to harden and stand up straight and erect. Phil smiled at his best friend and said,
"Well, do you like what you see? From the bulge in your underpants I would say that you do. Why don't you show me just how much of a hard-on you've got?"
Nick had hoped that his erection would go unnoticed but Phil had obviously spotted it and the younger teen felt he had no other option than to pull down his underwear and show off what he had. In a moment the two friends were naked and each was admiring the other's body. As he looked at Nick, Phil began to wank his shaft and the younger teenager felt the urge to reach over and do it for his friend but was too scared to attempt this in case his offer was not appreciated, so he contented himself with following his older friend's example. After a short while, Phil glanced at Nick and whispered,
"Shall we see how far we can shoot?"
Nick nodded and watched as his friend speeded up his wanking action and then slowed to all but a complete stop before the head of the cock swelled up, the piss slit opened and, with a loud gasp, Phil shot a spurt of spunk across the room and it splattered several feet away from him. The remaining spurts were less intense but still left a trail of pearly ball juice all along the floor. The sight spurred Nick to reach his own orgasm and, moments later, his cum soon joined that of his friend to form a cocktail of semen on the bedroom floor. When the two friends had recovered sufficiently, Phil used some old towels to clean up the mess they had both made and then, with a smile, climbed into bed, watched as Nick went to the other bed, wished him 'goodnight' and then switched off the light so that they could both go to sleep.
The following morning nothing was said about what had happened the night before and, to be honest, Nick found that rather disappointing. However, he should not have worried because, later in the day, Phil indicated that he hoped their first wank session together would not be the last and seemed genuinely pleased when Nick said he hoped not either.
Over the coming weeks and months the two teenagers developed their relationship to the point where they had indulged in mutual masturbation and had even spent part of one night naked and in bed together. After a few months Phil asked his friend if he had ever tasted spunk and Nick had replied in the negative, but clearly the question had set his mind at work and after the next wank session they each tasted their own spunk. Phil then said that he thought that it might be fun if they tasted each other's cum next time and Nick happily agreed. However, before their next scheduled session, Phil suggested something else, namely that it might be interesting to taste each other's dicks as well as each other's spunk and proposed that they go to one of the old outhouses on the farm to try it out as they were less likely to be seen or disturbed there. Nick was intrigued by the suggestion and, after the pair of teenagers went out after one of the large family breakfasts, Phil led the way to the place he had decided was the best location for their proposed activity.
The old outhouse was some distance from the rest of the farm buildings and hidden from view by a small clump of trees. It was two storeys high and the upper floor was covered in old straw. Phil led the way up the stairs to the top of the building and waited for Nick to join him. As soon as they were settled, the older teenager knelt up and motioned for his friend to stand in front of him. Once in position, Phil sexily unzipped his partner's jeans and gently pulled them down and then leaned forward and pulled the waistband of Nick's underwear out and over the straining cock. The rock hard penis sprang out and the older boy took it gently in his hand and guided it towards his mouth, opening his lips wide so that the engorged head would pass easily inside without being touched by his teeth. If Nick had been more aware, he would have known that Phil had been well schooled in the art of cock sucking, but for the time being he was unaware of this and simply enjoyed a moment that he would never forget: the first time he was sucked off by another person. Phil swallowed the length of his friend's shaft and ran his tongue sensuously over the sensitive areas causing the younger teen to whimper with pleasure. It was not long before Nick felt his balls tighten and, within seconds, he was gushing deep into his friend's waiting throat and mouth. When the youngster's orgasm finally subsided and the now- sensitive prick had been withdrawn from his mouth, Phil said quietly,
"Wow!! That was really amazing and your cock and spunk tasted soooo good!!! Do you want to try doing it to me?"
The older teen had already taken off his jeans and underwear and his dick was hard and was already leaking pre cum when Nick took it between it between his lips and felt an amazing buzz go through his body as he sucked his first prick. Slowly and gently the rock hard shaft disappeared between the youngster's lips and into his mouth until Nick felt his nose hard against Phil's pubic hair and the older teen's balls slapped against his chin. Sucking seemed to come naturally to the youngster and he quickly developed a smooth action that slid his lips up and down his best friend's hard shaft and spongy glans. Phil was soon breathing hard and quickly delivered his ball juice straight into Nick's waiting mouth and the young teen swallowed every last drop, relishing the slightly bitter taste as his older partner's spunk sprayed onto his tongue and down his throat into his stomach. Pleased that the taste of another person's semen was not that much different from his own and that he had not disliked the experience, Nick felt an inward glow of pleasure as he swallowed his best friend's love juice. When he had finally finished cumming. Phil pulled out and this time it was Nick that expressed his delight at what they had just done,
"You were quite right, Phil!!! That was the greatest!! I loved sucking your prick!! I can't wait to do it again!!!"
Phil smiled at the appreciation his young friend was expressing and readily agreed that he too wanted to repeat the performance very soon. The encore was not long delayed as the following week was their school half term holiday and so the two teenagers had a whole week together finding frequent opportunities to repeat their newly discovered sexual experience. >From then on the two teenagers met regularly and it was towards the end of the year just after he had turned sixteen that Phil made another suggestion to his friend, but this time more tentatively. One afternoon after they had sucked each other off and were lying on the old straw on the upper floor of the outbuilding, the older of the two turned to his friend and asked quietly,
"Have you ever thought about fucking someone up their bum? No pressure, but if you'd like to give it a try, I'd be more than happy to do it with you."
There was a moment of silence before Nick replied and, during the pause, Phil wondered whether he had gone too far, too fast but the reply when it came was positive,
"Not until now", Nick said slowly, "but I'd be willing to try it with you!"
Phil tried to hide his delight as he made the arrangement for when they could have their first attempt at fucking each other. The following day was impossible as the Greens were having a large family get-together and the older teen did not want to rush matters. However, the following Sunday, the last day of the Christmas holiday, would be a good choice both youngsters agreed. So the arrangement was made.
Back home, as he lay in bed thinking about sucking and fucking with his best friend, Nick wanked himself to sleep that night imagining how amazing it would be to put his cock up his friend's hole and even better have his best mate fuck him. Although he did not yet know it, Nick was a natural bottom and would quickly realise even at a fairly young age that he was never happier than when he had a cock in his mouth or up his love passage. The first step to that realisation came on the following Sunday when, as arranged, the two teenagers met and disappeared off to their barn love nest. At Steve's insistence, Nick was the first to attempt to fuck. The older teen lay on his back and gently guided his friend's hard cock towards his waiting hole. They had each sucked each other for a while before so that the normally quite dry exposed glans were moistened by spit and pre cum. Nick had been encouraged to use his fingers first and this had also prepared his friend's hole for the invasion that was to follow. The youngster's prick pushed past the tight entrance and Phil gave an involuntary wince as it did so, but, once the head was inside, the pain eased off and the older teen began to enjoy the feel of his friend's tool as it went deeper inside him. Nick found the sensation of being inside his best friend enjoyable and he quickly mastered the rhythm he required to stimulate himself and give pleasure to his partner. The excitement of the moment and the build up of tension meant that it was not long before Nick was past the point of no return and both teenager's were aware that he was about to explode deep inside Phil's bowels. Seconds later, the prick deep inside Phil throbbed and shot out creamy spunk in jets and Nick moaned as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Finally the feeling subsided and his cock began to shrivel and slide out of his friend's hole and Nick was able to speak,
"That was great!! I hope it was good for you!!! I can't wait to have you fuck me now!!!"
Phil looked dreamily at his best friend and said,
"I hope I can do the same to you as you just did to me!! I'm ready if you are!!"
Nick changed places with Phil, who opened his partner's legs wide and inched his prick ever closer to the waiting hole. Before he entered his friend, the older teen wiped some pre cum onto his finger and inserted it into the opening. Nick sighed with delight as the probing digit hit a spot inside him that sent an electric shock wave through his body and even made his wilting cock jerk back into life. The sensation was just passing when the younger teen felt the head of his best friend's dick pushing against his puckered and resistant tight hole.
A horrible burst of pain went through Nick's body and he was about to cry out when the moment passed and he felt the crown of the prick inside him brushing against that spot that made him feel so good. Phil went deeper and deeper until he could go no further and then slowly withdrew before thrusting back in again. Each inward thrust brought a sigh of delight from the younger teen and Nick could not get enough of Phil's fucking action and he instinctively began to move forward to meet the incoming thrusts. It was not going to be a long session, both teens knew this and, sure enough, it was only a few minutes later that Phil's breathing became irregular and his orgasm approached with great speed. Something told Nick to use his arse muscles to hold the prick inside him as tightly as possible and every second of the older boy's release was keenly felt. Nick could feel warm spunk splattering his insides and he loved it. When all was over and the two teens were lying side-by-side recovering, Nick turned to his older friend and exclaimed,
"Thank you for that! I love being fucked by you, even more than sucking you! Of course, I like to be sucked but I'm not all that bothered about fucking you, if that's OK?"
Phil grinned at his lover and said,
"Whatever you want is fine by me. I loved both fucking you and being fucked by you! Let's see how we feel next time."
On this the two teenagers were agreed and they decided to meet again one evening early the following week. As they left the deserted building neither Nick nor Phil were aware that somebody had noticed them when they went in and had waited to see how long it was before they emerged. The observer, Tommy White, who was in his early twenties and had been employed to work on the farm a few months earlier, had reached a fairly accurate conclusion about what the teenagers had been up to. Once the coast was clear, the farm hand went into the deserted building and had a good look round. The ground floor was obviously an unsuitable location, but the upstairs area looked more promising. As soon as he reached the top of the ladder and smelt the unmistakably musky smell of stale sweat and semen that greeted him Tommy's suspicions were fully confirmed. Having discovered the teenagers' secret, the farm worker hatched a plan to involve himself in their activities. As luck would have it, it was not long before an opportunity arose.
From time to time, Phil was expected to help around the farm and so, one day, when he knew there was nobody else around to help, Tommy called at the farmhouse and asked if the teenager would mind helping him mend some fencing at the far end of the farm, some distance away from where the other farm hands were working. Phil, who found the young worker with the large bulge in his jeans really rather attractive, was more than happy to agree and was even happier when the job was completed in double quick time and Tommy walked a different way back to the farmhouse. However, the teenager became slightly apprehensive when he realised the route took them close to the deserted outhouse that he and Nick used for their sexual encounters. Phil became even more concerned when the farm worker asked in a matter-of-fact way what the building was used for. The youngster replied that it had not been used for anything for several years and hoped that Tommy would be satisfied with his reply and not follow the matter up. However, the young man persisted and said he was surprised because he had seen people moving around near the building a few days earlier and suggested that they should take a look just in case there were trespassers on the land. Phil could think of no way to stop the inevitable and agreed that the two of them should investigate. When they got inside the building it was just as the two teenagers had left it and there were no obvious signs of occupation, but Tommy insisted on looking everywhere. The farmhand led the way up the ladder to the upper floor and waited for Phil to join him. Once they were both safely standing on the upper floor, Tommy turned and looked the teenager straight in the eye and said,
"It looks to me as though somebody has been using this for some purpose and I think I know who it is and why."
As he spoke, the older man had stretched out his hand and had gripped the front of the teenager's jeans and was gently holding Phil's fast-hardening cock. The youth did not have to say anything, his red face as well as his growing erection was all the response Tommy needed. The farmhand adeptly unzipped the teenager's jeans and pulled down his underwear to reveal the neatly cut cock that lay hidden within and Tommy whispered his appreciation at what he had revealed. In seconds, the older man's mouth engulfed the exposed glans and had swallowed some of the shaft into his mouth as he rhythmically worked his lips up and down the shaft and used his hands to play with the low hanging balls that hung inches from his face. Phil could only sigh with pleasure as he felt Tommy's lips and tongue work their magic on him, but he was equally anxious to get a look at his partner's cock. Reluctantly, the teenager pulled his cock out of the sucking mouth and motioned for Tommy to stand up so that he could return the favour.
Phil's hands were slightly shaking as he eased the zipper on the older man's jeans down and pulled them clear before doing the same with his underwear. There, before his eyes, Phil saw a long, thin uncut cock, the first uncircumcised penis he had ever seen close to and he marvelled as the cock grew hard and the pink glans slowly emerged from the protective foreskin. As soon as he could, the teenager took hold of the shaft and guided the cock head into his mouth using his lips to roll the last bit off foreskin off the glans as he did so. The cock tasted much the same as Nick's, but was considerably longer and Phil had difficulty coping with such a large thing invading his mouth and throat and started to gag. However he quickly got used to it and learned how to manage the length he allowed into his mouth by gripping the shaft about half to three-quarters of the way down. As the older man had done when he had been sucking the teenager, Phil used his free hand to play with Tommy's balls as he slurped on the hard shaft. Although he was not sure that he was doing it right, the teenager judged from the sounds coming from the older man that he was not doing anything wrong. Suddenly Tommy let out a low growl as the cock in Phil's mouth stiffened and throbbed and, seconds later, the teenager's mouth was filled with warm spunk, which he had difficulty in swallowing. Some drops escaped from Phil's mouth and ran down his chin and dripped onto his hand that was vigorously wanking his own cock. Noting this, Tommy pulled his now very sensitive cock out of the teenager's mouth and scuttled down onto his haunches and took Phil's circumcised head between his lips just in time to receive a blast of teen cum which he swallowed with relish.
When they had both recovered, Tommy asked Phil about his other friend and, when he learnt what they got up to, put in a request to be included one day soon. The teenager explained that his friend was soon to be sixteen and suggested that a threesome would be a great way to celebrate this milestone. In the meantime, Phil agreed not to tell Nick about what had happened with Tommy, but to meet him regularly, whilst Phil would also continue to have his regular sessions with his teenaged friend.
Over the following few weeks, Nick suspected nothing and so, when he finally got his birthday treat from Phil, two day late because of his family's own arrangements for his birthday, the horny teen only knew it would be something special but not exactly what. Initially the session seemed to be much as usual until Tommy, who had remained hidden behind some straw bales until the right moment, appeared completely naked and sporting a massive erection. Nick sat up and gazed in amazement at the long, thin, uncut cock that danced in front of him and looked first at Phil and then at Tommy and realised that his friend knew all about the stranger and that this was the promised surprise.
The farm hand came closer and Nick licked his lips at the prospect of taking the monster dick into his mouth. Phil guided the older man's cock head into his friend's mouth and watched as Nick willingly swallowed as much as he could, then the older teen moved behind his friend and gradually pushed his prick into the tight but welcoming love channel. Sucking on the farm hand's cock and being fucked by his teenage lover sent Nick into an ecstasy of delight and he rocked backwards and forwards in his effort to ensure maximum satisfaction for all, himself included. Phil had reached round and started to wank Nick's shaft in time with the fucking action they were all engaged in. Gradually the tension increased and the older teenager was the first to lose control and he pumped ball cream into the birthday boy's hole, causing Nick to also reach the point of no return as he did so. Still sucking Tommy's cock, Nick sprayed his teen spunk all over the place as he fought to remain in control. No sooner had he spent his load than the farm hand gave a loud roar and emptied his load deep into the teenager's throat and was amazed at the youngster's ability to swallow such a large amount of cum without spilling a drop. Exhausted, but only temporarily, the trio lay back against the straw bales and rested, but it was not long before they were each ready to start again. This time Tommy and Phil changed places but the overall outcome was the same and after several wonderful hours, in which they had all but drained themselves of spunk, the three had to admit that they were more than satisfied.
The afternoon of his birthday had more than confirmed for Nick what he long suspected that he liked being a 'bottom' and nothing pleased him more than to be available to service someone with his mouth, or his arse or both. After that first time, the trio met regularly for several months but, like all good things, their liaisons eventually had to come to a halt. Firstly, Phil, who was that bit older than Nick, went off to Agricultural College and so he was not around all that often except in the holidays, then Tommy also moved away to another job and this left Nick all on his own. Frustrated at the lack of any really good regular sexual experiences, Nick sublimated his desires by working hard at school and, to his parents and his teachers' pleasure, gained a place at Oxford.
On the evening before he left home to go to Oxford, Nick decided that he ought to be honest with his parents and tell them that he was gay. This proved to be a very distressing occasion, as first off neither parent could believe that their only son was that way inclined, but, as realisation dawned, they took it badly. Although his parents did not completely disown him or throw him out of the house, they made it very clear that he would not be welcome back at his parental home, except on rare occasions and certainly never in the company of a partner. Nick was disheartened by his parents' reaction but had little choice other than to accept their decision. On the other hand, the youngster found comfort in the reaction of some of his cousins, who, while being equally distressed by the news, had accepted the reality and said that they would want to remain in contact.
Once at University, Nick found that he was not alone and that there were quite a few people that shared his sexual orientation and interests and, despite a few mistakes in choosing partners that turned out to be selfish, had managed to develop a good and balanced life in terms of work and social life at Oxford. It was here that he had first met Freddy Eversley and had got involved in his group of friends and been invited to the party where he had first met Martin. Nick was convinced that he and Martin were destined for each other and had felt it from their first moment together. As far as he was concerned, Nick thought that for the first time since the days with Phil and Tommy, life was looking up.
The train from Oxford had arrived in Paddington and Nick had followed Martin's instructions and found the block of flats where the older man lived. Furthermore the young student had even succeeded in persuading the person with the spare key that, although he was a day earlier than expected he was indeed Martin's 'brother', the designation the two men had cooked up to avoid any undue suspicions. Nick let himself in and looked around the flat, noting the tasteful decorations and comfortable furnishings, as well as the more important parts like the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. Taking a book from Martin's many shelves of history and non-fiction volumes, the teenager made a cup of tea and then sat down to wait, ready to surprise his host the moment he arrived back home.
South of the river in his Police Station, Martin had found that the excitement of the morning discoveries had changed into the semi routine of detective work as he set to work trying to identify the victim from the relatively few scraps of information he had acquired. Had he known what his superior officers had agreed amongst themselves during this time he would have been even more depressed. DS Morton had reported back to the DCI the results of Martin's efforts that morning. Both men had agreed that the young Constable had done well but that the paucity of the information was such that they would waste a lot of time and essentially get nowhere. Bob Prior, whose grasp of political correctness was at best slight, had summed up his feelings to his Sergeant in his usual succinct manner,
"As far as I'm concerned, Ray, it looks as though some foreign vagrant queen has been murdered, probably by accident! I agree there is the question of the bogus park keeper, but there's no real evidence to connect that person to the crime, is there? I suggest we let young Roberts have his head for a couple more days and then, when he realises that it's hopeless, I'll send him back to uniform but with a strong recommendation that he should be allowed to join CID in the near future."
Ray had not been able to fault the logic of what his DCI had said and did not particularly wish to so he agreed with the strategy. Despite this, when Martin came to report back on his afternoon's work, the Sergeant gave no hint that the team was just 'going through the motions' and gave encouragement to the young PC, indicating that it was early days and that another day might well bring forth more information.
When he finally left the Police Station to go home, Martin was so much involved in the case that he completely forgot that he usually took precautions because of the potential threat from Paul Turner and his associates. Walking briskly to the tube station, Martin was lucky to catch a train only moments after he entered the platform and was completely unaware of a shadowy figure that had followed him all the way from outside the Police Station and onto the train. The stranger stood in the next compartment and had a clear view of Martin as he sat contemplating the events of the day until finally he arrived at his destination. As was his usual habit, Martin got up and made his way to the door some minutes before the train arrived at that stop. Still oblivious to his 'tail', Martin walked the short distance from his stop to the entrance to his flats and went in.
James Bryant, who had been discreetly following the young Constable since he left the Police Station, made a mental note of the location which seemed to him to be rather upmarket for a poorly paid copper. As a consequence, the assassin decided to wait a few minutes to see whether this really was the young man's address. James had been standing around for about half an hour and was about to return to his bed and breakfast hotel, when he noticed something odd. Two men that James had seen get on the tube at the same time as he did were lurking in a side alley not far from the block where the young Constable had entered. Uncertain whether the men had been following him or Martin, James decided to leave but as he walked away they did not make to follow him. Convinced that they too were following Martin for some reason, the assassin began to forge a plan that would solve what he regarded as one of his most pressing problems. As James looked back, a figure that resembled the young policeman emerged from the building and started to walk down the street towards him and the two hidden men. The assassin was in a quandary, but decided to wait to see what happened, especially as it might mean that the PC did not really live in the block and that his home was elsewhere.
Some time earlier, Martin had reached the top of the stairs and was outside the front door of his flat, when his next-door neighbour, Mrs Downs, came out and said,
"Ah, there you are Mr Roberts, I just wanted you to know that I gave your brother the key when he arrived earlier today and he let himself in."
For a moment Martin looked puzzled and started to say that he didn't have a brother but corrected himself,
"I don't have a brother coming until tomorrow, but thanks anyway for telling me."
The neighbour looked anxious and said,
"I hope I didn't do anything wrong?"
Martin tried to sound reassuring,
"Of course not, Mrs Downs, I'm sure there's a simple explanation."
Mrs Downs was still concerned,
"Shall I call the Police?"
Martin laughed and said,
"I don't think that's necessary, do you? However I will leave the front door open until I know everything is OK. If I shout or you hear anything untoward call the Police and get some help."
With Mrs Downs only a step or two behind him, Martin entered the flat cautiously and carefully eased through the door to the main room. Nick, who had heard the in the hallway, was waiting and leapt up and shouted,
"Surprise!!"
The young student had started to launch himself at Martin, but pulled back when he saw Mrs Downs following him into the room. Martin turned and grinned at his neighbour and sounded relieved as he said,
"It's OK, Mrs Downs, this is my brother, panic over. For some reason he's arrived a day early."
After an equally relieved Mrs Downs had been formally introduced to Nick she then made her departure, leaving Nick and Martin to greet each other properly this time with a long warm embrace. Both men were tempted to go straight to bed and make love, but the older man thought that they must both be hungry and suggested that they delay the pleasures for a short while. The proposal for a meal of fish and chips was warmly welcomed and Martin suggested that, while he went round the corner to buy the meal, Nick get things organised in the kitchen. Slipping on a short, light coloured weatherproof jacket, Martin went back downstairs and out of the flat and walked down the road in the direction of the tube station and local shops. As he moved briskly towards the fish and chip shop, Martin did not pay any real attention to the man standing across the road pretending to search for an address. For his part, James Bryant noticed that the young man had glanced at him and made to cross over but, before he could do so, Martin had been distracted by a call from just behind him. Startled by the shout, the young PC had turned to see a small group of local residents, several of whom he recognised, walking quickly to catch him up.
It appeared that Martin was not alone in wanting a fast food evening meal. It is quite conceivable that the timely intervention of this group saved the young man from a severe beating or something worse. On discovering that Martin was part of a large group, the two men that hade been hiding down the side alley stepped back into the shadows and watched helplessly as their target walked safely past. Paul Turner and one of his associates could only curse their luck and, assuming that Martin was likely to be out for the rest of the evening with the group of friends he had with him, decided that they would have to postpone their intended action until another day. From the other side of the road, James Bryant had watched with a wry smile the frustration of his rivals' bid to get to Martin and was much relieved when he saw them leaving, concluding, correctly, that they were indeed targeting Martin and not himself. The departure of the other two men gave the assassin, who had reached the same conclusion as they had about Martin's intentions for the evening, the opportunity to leave without arousing any suspicion. As James travelled back to his bed and breakfast hotel, he began to formulate a plan that he believed would resolve all his growing anxieties.
Blissfully unaware of the dangers that might have faced him, Martin returned home about twenty minutes later carrying two neatly wrapped packets of fish and chips. Having carefully made sure that he was the last to be served in the shop so that hardly any of the group would notice that Martin had ordered two meals instead of his normal one. The group returned the way they had come and parted at the entrance to the young policeman's block of flats. Once inside, Martin went upstairs as fast as he could and was pleased to see that Nick had everything ready for the meal with cutlery on the table and an opened bottle of wine and two glasses. Dispensing with plates, the two men hungrily ate their meal from out of the wrapping paper and enjoyed a couple of glasses each of the good quality wine. During their dinner Nick explained why he had arrived a day earlier than expected and Martin expressed his absolute delight that he had been able to do so. When they had finished eating, the two men quickly threw the paper wrappings and scraps into the waste bin, rinsed the cutlery and retiring to the bedroom, taking the remaining wine with them.
Eagerly undressing each other, it was not long before they were both naked and admiring each other's body and especially each of their erect pricks. Nick grinned at his older partner and said cheekily,
"I wonder what cock and wine taste like together!"
Martin laughed and said,
"There's only one way to find out."
In a flash, Nick snatched hold of the bottle of wine, pushed Martin back onto the bed and proceeded to splash some wine down the front of his chest, over his flat stomach and onto his pubic hairs before finally allowing some drops to dribble over the exposed glans and down the erect shaft. Just as speedily the horny student leant forward and took the rampant prick deep into his mouth and sucked the tasty wine from it before releasing the cock and licking up his partner's naked body from the root of his dick, through the wine-sodden pubic hair and up to the pool of liquor that had gathered in Martin's belly button. Martin sighed with pleasure as he felt his younger partner's tongue and lips work their way all over his body licking his sensitive and erogenous zones as the wine was lapped up. Nick finally ended up kneeling directly over Martin, who indicated that the younger man should position himself so that he could have his cock and balls sucked and his arse rimmed. As soon as they were both in position and feeling comfortable, the horny student resumed his oral action on his partner's rampant dick and soon both men were slurping and sucking each other but being careful not to tip their partner over the edge.
After quite a few minutes had passed, Martin deemed the time was right and his partner's hole was well lubricated, so he gently manoeuvred Nick into position so that the student was suspended directly above the waiting cock and then slowly lowered him onto its head. Nick opened his legs as wide as possible to allow the older man's large cock head room to enter his more than welcoming hole and gave out a slight sound of delight as he felt the spongy glans engage with the muscles of his sphincter. Slowly but surely the horny student eased down onto the prick until it was completely inside him and he was sitting on Martin's stomach.
Nick enjoyed having Martin's dick buried deep inside him and he paused for several moments, not only to ensure that they were both comfortable but also to just savour the moment and the feeling. For his part, Martin was equally content to be lodged high inside his partner's hole and looked at Nick's beautifully cut cock bobbing in front of his body. The older man reached forward and gently caressed the shaft and velvety softness of Nick's cock just as the horny student began to lift himself slowly off the rock hard erection on which he was impaled. Nick pulled himself up until only the head of Martin's cock was still inside his love channel and then pushed back down again until his arse cheeks were once more resting on his partner's stomach. Picking up speed slowly, Nick began to work himself up and down increasing the friction on the prick that was inside him and causing Martin to moan with appreciation at the skill and technique that the younger man was demonstrating. With each up and down stroke, Nick's own cock was pushing through his partner's grip and had begun to leak pre cum, which Martin gathered on his finger and licked into his mouth with his tongue, before offering some to his partner. After a few more strokes, Martin was becoming concerned that he could not hold out much longer so he adjusted his position so that he could sit up and kiss the horny student on the lips and wank his cock as he did so. Both men were moaning appreciatively at the response of the other, but, after a few more moments, Nick pushed Martin back down and resumed riding the older man's prick. Martin surrendered to the inevitable and relaxed, as the younger man worked hard to bring about the climax both men desired.
It was not long before Martin's breathing became more ragged and it was obvious that he was about to cum. Nick looked down at his older partner and grinned broadly and he continued to ride up and down until he felt the cock inside him swell and start to throb. Martin smiled lovingly back and groaned,
"Oh .. fuck ... YEAH!!!!!"
Deep inside his guts, Nick felt the prick spasm and spray spunk all over his insides as Martin's ball juice spewed out for what seemed like an eternity. At the same time, the younger man had taken hold of his own cock and was wanking the shaft vigorously. At the moment the older man's orgasm was subsiding, Nick let out a shout of triumph, let go of his prick and it stiffened even more as the piss slit widened to allow the release of his cum. Squeezing his arse muscles tightly around the softening cock inside him, the horny student fired several ropes of spunk out of his cock and watched as it splattered onto his partner's face, shoulders and stomach, causing little pools of pearly white semen to form. Nick gathered some of his cream onto his finger and offered it to a smiling Martin, who greedily sucked the offered finger into his mouth. A second helping was also offered but the older man indicated that Nick should have that pleasure, bringing another appreciative smile from the younger man. Realising that Martin's prick was slipping out of his arse, Nick lay back down on the bed next to Martin and the two men drifted into a period of contented relaxation after their lovemaking.
Unlike their previous meeting, Martin and Nick both recognised that, as it was a weekday and Martin had to go to work early the next morning, they could not spend the whole night making love, however much they wanted to. The two men thanked each other for the great time that had each enjoyed and kissed passionately and deeply before preparing to go to sleep. Nick turned onto his side and cuddled up close to his older partner so that he could spoon his arse cheeks against Martin's now flaccid prick and was pleased to note that it was showing signs of regaining some hardness. Nevertheless, the horny student respected the agreement and within a short space of time both men were enjoying a deep and contented sleep.
To his surprise Martin awoke even earlier than usual and was pleased to note that Nick was still dead to the world. Gently pulling off the covers Martin exposed the younger man's beautiful body and homed in on the slightly hard dick that lay between his legs. Opening his mouth, the older man took the cut head between his lips and began to slowly suck on it before taking the hardening shaft further and further towards his throat. Martin was not sure at precisely what moment Nick had awoken but he was sure he was alert by the time the erect prick was fully lodged in his mouth and he had begun to slurp up and down on it. For his part the horny student squirmed with delight at the best wake-up call he had ever had and quickly moved into a position so that he could return the pleasure to Martin. Within seconds they each had the other's cock firmly lodged between their lips and were working up and down from tip to balls, heads nodding in a kind of syncopated rhythm. The taste of pre cum was soon on both their tongues and each strove to bring maximum and heightened pleasure to the other with their oral action.
Nick felt his balls tighten and the tingling sensation begin and he thrust deeper into the older man's gobbling mouth. Martin greedily swallowed the thrusting cock fully aware that his pre-breakfast serving of cream would soon be delivered and waited for the inevitable to occur. He did not wait long and the forceful blasts of spunk from the horny student's balls filled his mouth and slid down his throat as Martin clamped his lips tightly round the throbbing shaft to prevent any of the precious liquid from escaping. At much the same time the older man's own orgasm was building and seconds after he had received Nick's creamy tribute his own cock began to shower cum in fast jests onto the student's tongue and into his throat. Both men were breathing heavily as the climax reached its peak and slowly subsided and, grinning with pleasure, they again kissed deeply and held each other in a warm embrace until it was time for Martin to get up, shower and go to work.
Before he left the flat, Martin prepared two cups of coffee and took them back to the bedroom and placed them by the side of the bed. Nick stirred and gazed lovingly at his partner and thanked Martin for the drink and for the night that they had spent together. Martin kissed the young man on the lips and barely resisted the temptation to suck him off again, contenting himself with a gentle but firm caress of Nick's beautiful cut cock. After the two young men had drunk their coffee, Martin took his leave, reluctantly,
"I'm sorry I have to go so early but thank you for everything. I hope you have a good day today and that we can have another wonderful night together tonight and tomorrow and do nothing over the weekend except spend our time making endless, passionate love."
Nick, still drowsy, peered through his blue sparkling eyes at his partner and replied,
"Thank you for coming into my life and for the lovemaking we've enjoyed. I love your plan for how we should spend the rest of the week and I promise to be good while you are at work."
Martin kissed his newfound love passionately on the lips and gave the lovely cock a gentle fondle for one last time, and then, remembering something that the couple had briefly discussed the previous evening, said,
"I'll try not to be too late back and, as you've decided not to go to the theatre after all, perhaps we can go out for dinner tonight if you would like to."
Martin heard a mumbled response that sounded like agreement as he slowly walked out of the bedroom and out of the flat to catch the tube so that he could be on duty in good time that morning. As he left the flat, Martin was unaware that a number of even more dramatic events were about to unfold.
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