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 7
On his way home, Martin called in at the local maternity hospital and saw Mark who was looking somewhat stressed. Mark told Martin that progress was slow and that the midwife had told him that it would be several hours before the baby arrived. Martin sympathised and asked Mark to telephone with any news when he had a moment. He then left Mark and went on home, where he and Tom spent a quiet evening together before they went to bed early. As usual on such evenings Martin and Tom made love quietly and slowly, expressing their mutual desire and achieving almost simultaneous release. Tom fell asleep quickly but Martin remained restless for some while as anxiety about the case and concern for Mark and Ruth prevented him from dropping off. Eventually, he did so but slept fitfully, waking several times before the shrill ring of the telephone brought him and Tom back to full consciousness. Intuition told Martin that the call would be from Mark but he was still rather anxious as he lifted the receiver. Martin's intuition proved to be correct and he heard a rather excited Mark speak down the wires,
"It's a boy, sir. We're going to call him David Benjamin, after my father and Ruth's. He's nearly eight pounds and he's got a good pair of lungs on him. He's perfect in every way. You and Tom are welcome to come to see him. I think Ruth will be here at least a couple more days."
"Congratulations, Mark and I think when we're not on duty you could call me Martin you know. Tom and I will try to pop in to see the new arrival sometime later today. Give Ruth our very best wishes and congratulations to you both and a big welcome to young David Benjamin Jamieson!!"
Tom, who had been standing next to Martin and heard most of the conversation, also shouted his congratulations and best wishes before Mark rang off. Tom looked enquiringly at martin and said,
"It's too early to wet the baby's head, I suppose?"
"No it isn't, I got some champagne especially for this purpose so let's have a glass or two of Buck's Fizz for breakfast. I've a feeling that this will be the best opportunity to celebrate today. The rest of the day isn't going to be all that good."
Martin was right on this score. He and Tom had wet the baby's head and were preparing to go to work when the papers arrived. The headlines in both the tabloids and the broadsheets gave Martin little competent as they used a range of uncomplimentary adjectives to describe the handling of the 'gay serial killer case' by the team as a whole and Martin in particular. Each paper in its own way was demanding swifter action, and early arrests but without really offering any real suggestions as to how either could be achieved. Martin knew that his superiors at Scotland Yard would want him to 'face the music' and hold another press conference. This time he would be on his own, the top brass would have run for cover leaving him exposed to the inevitable criticism from the press.
Before he left home, Martin telephoned the Scotland Yard press office and they agreed the arrangements for the press conference and a time to discuss his initial statement. Then Martin spoke to his immediate superior who confirmed that he would not attend the press conference. On the other hand, rather in the way that football club chairmen feel obliged to give a ringing vote of confidence to a manager whose tenure is about to come to and end, the Commander expressed his full confidence in Martin and his enquiry team. Although this may have been a less than ringing endorsement Martin was sure of several things. First he was the best man for the job as he had the confidence of the gay community to a far greater extent than any other police officer. Second, and equally important he had the confidence of his enquiry team who were working as hard as they could to uncover evidence and follow up leads. Finally, Martin did not believe that anyone could give stronger leadership, although he did admit to himself and to others that some of the surveillance work had been inefficient and ineffective. As the head of the investigation he took responsibility for this failure, although the officers concerned had also felt the full weight of Martin's displeasure.
Although he tried hard to do so, Martin could not avoid the photographers and press that were waiting for his arrival at Scotland Yard. He told them that he had no comment to make at that time but that a press conference would take place later in the morning. After a few minutes checking on any overnight developments and talking through with Bob Andrews the plan for the day, Martin went off to the press office. A bland but not entirely negative draft statement had been prepared in which Martin would emphasise the complexities of the case and the random nature of the murders, the new evidence that had emerged since his television appearance and the appeal for any other new witnesses to come forward. Martin added his own few touches, including a word of sympathy to the families of those that had died so violently and in such unpleasant circumstances. In addition, Martin gave his personal reassurance that police did have a number of avenues to investigate and were doing all they could to prevent another murder and catch the killer. In the course of the press conference Martin reiterated his warning to the gay community to be on its guard and was later forced to rather reluctantly acknowledge that his team had interviewed a number of potential suspects. Martin rounded off the press conference by saying that all of those interviewed so far had cooperated voluntarily with the police and none had been charged with any offence. The final inevitable question over whether he anticipated an early arrest, Martin pretended not to hear and left the press briefing room to a battery of flash bulbs.
Back in his office, Martin called Bob Matthews back into his office. Bob said he thought Martin had done as well as could be expected at the press conference. Martin was not taken in by this vote of confidence nor was he by the praise he received from the Commander, who dropped in briefly before he and Bob could get down to the main issues they had to discuss. Martin knew that time was running out and he needed to show real progress or he would lose control of the investigation. After the Commander left, Martin told Bob that he wanted to discuss the background information the Inspector had gathered on the suspects and also his proposed visit to Cardiff, now scheduled for the following day.
The first item of business was the dossier that Bob Matthews had prepared giving background information on each of the four main suspects. As expected the information on Graeme Adams was by far and away the most detailed. As a well-known show biz personality his own accounts and profiles of his life were numerous. Bob had not had a great deal of difficulty in bringing together all the details of his short but very eventful life. As he gave Martin the highlights, Bob was aware that there was little new or revealing coming out of what he had acquired. He had, he was forced to admit, not spent too much time on some of the issues but had checked out important facts and found nothing to contradict the account. There were criminal convictions and, apart from the odd fines for parking and speeding offences, no criminal record of any sort.
It had to be said that the same was true about the remaining three suspects. None of these had a criminal record of any kind. In the case of these three there was little on the public record either. Nevertheless Bob had used his contacts and his thoroughness to produce a small potted life history of all three of them. He gave Martin a full summary his findings on the suspects as the two officers sat drinking coffee. Their life stories with a more complete file on each were dealt with in alphabetical order.
Peter Collins was the youngest of three children; his elder brother and sister were quite a lot older than he was and he had effectively been an only child. Peter had been average at school until he discovered an aptitude for maths and had begun to develop more fully. He was a keen soccer player and had represented both his primary and his secondary school, playing as a forward. Peter left school at sixteen, went on to a local college in the South London borough where he lived and had gained additional qualifications there. After College Peter went straight into the world of work. He had started as an office worker but had gradually moved over into sales and was now a senior sales executive covering much of England and Wales selling office equipment. At the age of thirty, Peter Collins had married a local girl after a whirlwind romance but the couple had no children. The couple lived in a paid-for house in the commuter belt area of Essex, Mrs Collins being far brighter and richer than he husband, having a career in the financial sector. Bob Matthews' reports on Peter Collins concluded by observing that it might be thought that his marriage was a matter of mutual convenience. Possible motives for murder might be to keep his bi-sexual/gay relationships from his very rich wife, but this, the report concluded, was a fairly weak justification for serial killing.
Martin and Bob discussed the summary for a few moments but Martin was inclined to agree with the Inspector that if this was all there was it did not provide much evidence pointing towards Peter Collins' guilt. However, he said that he would like more digging into the couple's life history and he would read the detailed report on the train to Cardiff the next day. As he often pointed out in other circumstances, an obvious point can easily be overlooked and it's in the detail that the clues may appear.
The pair then turned their attention to Joe Smith. The report on Joe Smith was much shorter. Joe was an only child and lived with his mother in the house that she had owned since before he was born. It was not clear whether the father had ever been married to Joe's mother or not but all the evidence indicated he was not around for very long. Joe was not a bright child and had few academic qualifications, leaving school at the earliest opportunity. As a young man, Joe had been involved in weight training at a local gym but had not pursued this even after a promising start. His other aptitude was motor vehicles: he had passed his driving test first time, had developed skills as a motor mechanic and ended up driving for a living. He had set up his own one-man, one van lorry business about a decade ago and took on jobs mainly in the area south of Birmingham and in the west of England and Wales, but sometimes in Europe. He travelled frequently and had a steady workload. He had never married and now looked after his fairly elderly mother although the old lady appeared to be in good health. Whether the mother was aware of Joe's sexual preferences was unclear but Bob's report concluded that Joe was an unlikely killer as he had little to lose from exposure as a gay man. Once again, Martin was forced to agree that based on what he had been told there was little to suggest that Joe Smith was their man, but again he wanted to read the more detailed report. Again, Martin also asked Bob to continue to dig around to see if he could find anything more and preferably new.
Finally, they turned to Ed Wilson. Ed Wilson's report suggested that he was a loner. He was again an only child but a bright and intelligent boy who had been academically able and, unlike the other suspects, had a university degree. After leaving University in Bath, Ed had moved into the world of business as a sales executive and had a whole region under his management. His area now covered the central southern England and stretched as far to the west as Cornwall. He was unmarried and lived alone to the south west of London. When the telephone rang, the Inspector had just begun to explain to Martin that details on Ed were rather less thoroughly researched than on the others because he had only recently been added as a suspect. Martin nodded his understanding and said quietly as he answered the phone that he wanted Bob to keep digging as with the others but that he take with him what there was on his journey to Cardiff.
The phone call was from Tom to remind Martin that they had guests that evening for dinner and asking his partner to collect some groceries and wine on his way home. Martin had planned to call in to see Mark and Ruth's new baby and hoped that Tom would come too. Tom replied that he could pop in for a few minutes provided Martin had all the shopping. Martin glanced at the clock and said that that would be fine. Martin picked up the dossiers that Bob Matthews had left for him, spoke briefly to the Inspector to indicate what he wanted the investigating team to do in his absence and then left the office. It did not take long to complete the shopping and Martin was soon on his way to the hospital to see the baby. Later that evening, himself, Tom, and their guests, a lesbian couple and two other gay partners would debate the question of children. They had formed a dining club meeting every month in each other's houses in rotation. Tonight was Martin and Tom's turn. In the meantime after he had completed his shopping, Martin made his way to the hospital and found that Tom was already there. Martin had bought a cuddly toy for the baby and some flowers and Tom had similarly bought some flowers. They made their way up to the ward. They saw through the door that Ruth was lying in bed and was attended by Mark and what looked like various adoring grandparents. The pair hesitated but decided to go on in. As they approached the bedside, Martin and Tom were greeted by a smiling Mark and a weary but happy look from Ruth. Beside the bed in a small cot was the object of everyone's attention: young David Benjamin Jamieson.
Martin shook Mark by the hand and then leaned over to kiss Ruth's cheek. Then Tom did the same before the need for introductions became a priority. The first introduction was to the new arrival. This was followed by introductions to Ruth's parents, whom Martin had never met. Benjamin and Rose Salmon shook Martin's hand warmly and said how much they had heard about him from both Mark and Ruth and how pleased they were to meet him at long last. Tom was also introduced although his reception was somewhat more muted than Martin's had been. After that Martin said hello to Mark's parents whom he had met previously although on only one or two occasions and then only briefly and Tom not at all. The present were handed over and a short conversation took place before Martin and Tom decided they should leave, a decision prompted by some loud cries from the baby as he woke up from his sleep.
When they arrived back home after the visit to the hospital, Tom turned to Martin and said,
"I didn't know Mark Jamieson was Jewish."
Martin looked surprised and replied,
"He isn't, but his wife is, as I am sure you realised when you met her parents. I don't know that the family is very religious and I'm sure that Ruth is not a practising Jew."
Tom nodded and said nothing for a moment or two and then looked at Martin as said,
"Does that mean the baby might escape suffering 'the unkindest cut of all'?"
"I don't know, probably not, Tom, bit I never thought you thought of circumcision in those terms, after all I'm cut and you've never commented on it."
Now it was Tom's turn to look surprised and he leaned over and began to fondle Martin's groin tenderly,
"I was half joking, Marty. You know I love everything about you and especially I love this dick of yours."
Tom unzipped Martin's trousers and slowly extracted his partner's hardening erection and kissed it all over before he swallowed it between his lips. Martin lay back in the chair and watched as Tom expertly engulfed his prick right up to his balls. Tom was well practised in oral sex and knew how to bring Martin to the point of now return very quickly. Martin had not expected this treatment and his usual efforts to control himself were set aside along with the need to hurry as they still had a meal to prepare for their guests. Tom knelt between Martin's legs and sucked him hard and wanking his own cock at the same time. Martin began to feel the first signs of inevitable orgasm and made no effort to control it. With his prick deeply lodged in Tom's mouth and throat Martin unleashed his spunk and Tom greedily swallowed it. Moments later Tom's own body convulsed as his cock began to shoot jets of ball cream from its piss slit. Tom had swallowed all of Martin's cum but his own lay splattered on the floor and, as soon as they were sufficiently recovered, the two lovers set about cleaning up and preparing the meal.
Martin and Tom's dinner party went off well although to Martin's surprise when the conversation got round to children Tom had pronounced himself interested in having a child of his own. Half jokingly one of the women suggested that they could have a baby as surrogate mothers. This somewhat surreal conversation continued for a while but it left Martin deeply concerned. Like Tom he had reconciled himself to having no children but he still found the possibility of a child an interesting one. He was too bound up with the case at the moment but this was an issue he wanted to return to. After their guests had left Martin said as much to Tom but their conversation was rather truncated. This was because Martin needed to prepare for his trip to Cardiff, which involved an early start, and Tom also needed to have an early night, as he was due in court on a major case starting the following day.
The following morning Martin and Tom left together, although each was going in a different direction. Martin wished Tom good luck for his case and Tom reciprocated that he hoped that Martin's journey to Cardiff would be fruitful. Tom was anxious that Martin was feeling the strain of case and hoped that he would soon be able to solve the mystery. To all outward appearances Martin looked and sounded fine but he was also aware that he was having problems sleeping and that the inability to get a breakthrough was beginning to eat away at him inside. He had high hopes of his trip to Cardiff and his prospective meeting with Davy Williams. Martin could have gone to Wales by car but he disliked long car journeys especially if he had to drive and chose to travel by train instead. On the train Martin, who had upgraded himself to First Class and had been that the train had been so crowded even in these expensive carriages, took time to read the detailed dossiers on all four of his main suspects. The dossiers were very thorough and detailed as might have been expected from anything Bob Matthews had worked on but they did not really provide anything of enormous value.
The journey to Cardiff was relatively speedy and Martin took a taxi from the railway station to the Police Headquarters. There he was handed the files from the unsolved murder of Darren Evans. At the time of his death Darren had been a teenager, almost nineteen years old and just left school. The body had been found in some woodland outside the city about six years before. The victim was believed to have been killed some months if not a year or so before it was discovered. The victim had been wearing some clothing the remnants of which had helped to identify him and confirmation of his identity had come from dental records. The most unusual aspect of the case was that the victim's genitals had been partially removed. Initially due to decomposition this had been thought to have been the result of some animal or other natural cause but at the post mortem examination the pathologist had found evidence of a knife being used. The case had been handed over for investigation to Inspector David Williams but progress had been slow and gradually other investigations had become more pressing. Thus, as the months had gone by, the investigation had been scaled down. When Williams retired the case was left open but placed on the inactive list. It was believed that the retired Inspector had continued to investigate the matter up until the time of his retirement. The key problem for the investigation had been the lack of witnesses along with the lapse of time between the murder and the discovery of the body. Until the post mortem which confirmed that the victim had been suffocated and the knife wounds round the genitals had been found, there were some officer that had doubted that the victim had been murdered, believing instead that he might have died of exposure.
The files showed that Inspector Williams had pursued a line of enquiry that had revealed a lot about the victim but not much about the killer or the motive for the murder. Martin read the files thoroughly but decided that he would prefer to hear the full story directly from Davy Williams. The Cardiff police were most obliging and organised transport to take him to the retired Inspector's home. As Martin got out of the car he noticed a slight twitch of the curtains and moments later the door of the bungalow was opened and a small, man with a beaming smile stood waiting to greet him. Davy Williams and his wife Kitty lived in comfortable retirement and their home was well furnished and the chairs in their living room were very comfortable. After the formalities of introducing themselves were over, Kitty bustled off to the kitchen to make tea and Martin and Davy got down to business. Much of what the retired police officer told Martin was already in the files but he preferred to hear it for himself. In a rather beautiful lilting accent, Davy told Darren's story.
Darren Evans was a very bright young man. He was a high flyer at school and his teachers and parents were very proud of his academic achievements, especially the knowledge that he was heading for Oxford. But Darren was not only bright he was also a keen athlete, diving and swimming being his particular interest. Indeed Darren had represented the school and the county at diving and was regarded as a potential international. Whilst Darren's mother had been more proud of his academic success, Darren's father had been overjoyed by his son's athletic abilities. As expected Darren had gained a large number of top grade passes in his GCSE exams at sixteen and had moved into the Advanced level studies without difficulty.
At about this time, however, things began to go wrong. Darren stopped going to the swimming training at the local club. Initially Darren had told his mother, but not his father of his decision, citing the heavier workload of his new studies as a reason. Darren was not a good liar and his mother suspected that there were other reasons for this decision. Mrs Evans had always been close to her son and suspected that diving had been abandoned because he had a girlfriend who wanted him to spend time with her rather than going to swimming and diving training. When Darren finally told his mother the real reason she was shocked: Darren had given up his promising diving career because he had strong feelings for one of the other boys in the club and he was embarrassed by his desires. Darren had chosen not to see the boy, who apparently felt similarly about him, rather than cause problems with the coach. This revelation was the first indication that either parent had that Darren was gay. Darren knew that his father would react very negatively to such a revelation and begged his mother not to reveal the secret, a promise that she kept. In fact, the discovery that Darren was no longer pursuing his diving career came out as a result of a casual meeting between Darren's father and the swimming coach. On hearing the news that Darren had not been to diving practice for several months, the father had stormed home and demanded an explanation. Once again Darren tried the subterfuge of suggesting that he had too much work to do from school but this story also fell apart quite quickly. Eventually the truth came out and his father threw Darren out of the family home.
Darren was now in his final year at school and was a resourceful young man. After leaving home, he had quickly found a room at a local hostel. Darren remained at the hostel until after he had sat his exams. He told various people at the hostel that he hoped to take a holiday and would return to collect his exam results later in the summer. Darren left the hostel one night in early July saying that he had met someone and that he was leaving with this person and going for a holiday but would be back in mid-August when the exam results came through. He was never seen alive after that date. Darren was not reported missing for some time although his mother had begun to worry when he did not return in august and the hostel had concerns as well. However as the mother thought he was at the hostel and the hostel thought he might have returned home after his holiday. Thus neither side communicated their concerns to the other. Darren's mother was surprised that she did not hear directly how her son had done in his examinations. She knew he had done well enough to go to Oxford and that he was scared to come home because of his father's temper but she had hoped he would have contacted her somehow. It was not until she was contacted by Oxford University in early October that Darren's mother reported her son as missing. A police investigation started but there was no trace to be found, to all intents and purposes, Darren Evans had completely disappeared. It was not until some eighteen months later that a body was discovered and identified as that of Darren Evans.
The condition of the body when found, the remnants of clothing left on the remains and the amount of decomposition suggested that Darren had been killed at about the same time as he had left the hostel. Police began an intensive search to try to find out the identity of the mystery person that Darren had intended to meet. Davy Williams sighed deeply as he recounted his efforts and those of his fellow officers and the growing frustration that they felt when they could find no evidence of the existence of such a person.
Martin had listened intently to this account and leaned forward to ask a question.
"Thank you for that, Davy but can I ask you a few questions?"
Davy nodded and Martin continued,
"Do you think that Darren had help finding the hostel after he was thrown out of his home?"
Davy shook his head,
"No, he was a clever and resourceful boy. He might even have had a contingency plan. After all, he had no way of telling when the truth about him would come out."
Martin nodded in agreement and then asked,
"Did Darren tell anyone apart from his mother where he was staying and why?"
"Well, Martin, he told his tutor at school but only the bit about the falling out over his leaving the diving training. He may have told her more but she never passed that on to me and I never pressed the point."
"Thanks for that, Davy. Now a big question, was Darren sexually active do you think?"
"Probably but he was very discreet. The boy he had feelings for was interviewed and he admitted that they had mutually masturbated each other a couple of times. This was just before Darren left the group. The lad was unclear as to why his relationship with Darren came to such an abrupt halt but he never saw him again. I wondered if he was the one that Darren was going to meet but records confirm that at the time of Darren's death he was at a swimming gala in North Wales and stayed on for a few weeks holiday after that. I suppose that Darren might have remained celibate after he left home but I doubt it, don't you? On the other hand, there was never any hint of anything going on at the hostel. It seemed OK and the vice boys were satisfied that it was well run, if you know what I mean."
Martin did know exactly what Davy was hinting at and said so before saying,
"One final question. Given that you think it likely that Darren was having sex somewhere and with person or persons unknown I assume that you do think there really was someone that Darren intended to meet the night he disappeared and that it was definitely not an excuse just to get away?"
Davy's answer was unsurprising,
"Although I could find no evidence of the existence of this person, I am convinced that they did exist and that it was someone able to lure Darren away possibly with the promise of a sexual relationship. The lad was murdered after all and his family, the only other likely suspects, had a cast iron alibi. At the time of their son's death, they were in Spain on a package holiday. They went there the day before Darren left the hostel and returned two weeks later. Not only that but they had over a hundred witnesses to support them. So, if not the parents, who? My answer is simple: I am convinced that there was someone that Darren intended to meet and go away with and that, in all likelihood, the person he met killed him. Maybe it was for his money or for some other reason. Personally I doubt the money angle because Darren did not have much, but what other motive there was I never could determine."
"I think you're probably right, Davy. I've read the file and reached much the same conclusion but I wonder if you have any other pieces of information that you turned up that didn't find their way into the file? I'm told you continued to probe after the initial investigation was closed down."
"Not a lot, I'm afraid Martin, but I have got a small box of things that I kept, including some stuff from Darren's hostel room. Would you like to see that?"
Martin nodded and Davy led the way to a smaller room that acted as a kind of den and the older man rummaged around for several moments before finding what he was looking for. Davy produced a small container, the size of a shoebox and handed it to Martin. Then the pair walked back to the more comfortable seating in the lounge. Before he could investigate the contents, Kitty had re-appeared and asked in a manner that offered no possibility of a refusal,
"You'll stay for lunch, won't you, Superintendent?"
"Martin, please, and yes, I'd be delighted."
"Very good, Martin. I can't tell you how excited and happy Davy's been since the telephone conversation he had with you. He's been on cloud nine waiting for your arrival and having a meal will meal you'll not rush off too quickly."
Martin could smell delicious food being cooked in the kitchen and Kitty was busy setting the dining table located at the other end of the large room that they were sitting in. Davy glanced at his wife and then at the clock and announced,
"I think we've got time for a beer before we eat, haven't we Kitty?" Not waiting for an answer, Davy continued, "Shall we go, Martin?"
They pair walked the short distance to the pub and chatted about a range of things as they each drank a pint of the local brew. Then they walked back and had lunch, which proved to be as good to eat as its smell had indicated. Once lunch was over, Martin and Davy resumed where they had left off and Davy took Martin through the contents of the box. What caught Martin's eye most was the striking picture of a young man, tall, fair-haired in his late teens and posing only in a tight pair of swimming trunks. Looking out from the photo was the smiling face of Darren Evans. The rest of the material looked to be odd letters and a small scrapbook containing a few news cuttings and a few other personal belongings. Martin was slightly diffident about asking whether he could take these items back to London but he need not have been so. Davy's eyes lit up at the prospect and he urged Martin to take them and keep them as long as he needed them. Martin and Davy talked for another half an hour before Martin checked his watch and realised that time was running out. Martin thanked Davy and Kitty for their help and hospitality and for allowing him to take the additional material back to London. Turning down the offer of yet another cup of tea or coffee Martin explained that he had to go because if he did not, he would miss his train. Reluctantly Martin took his leave of the lovely, retired couple and promised that he would return the shoebox very soon. At the door, Davy looked Martin straight in the eye and said,
"I hope that what I've given you and told you about today helps you catch the killer. He's ruthless and he won't stop until you catch him and I believe that unlike me you will be successful."
"I'll try my best and I'm sure what I've learnt today will contribute to the process of identifying the murderer."
Martin tried to exude a confidence that he really did not feel but he did not want to destroy the hopes and expectations of this gentle Welshman. At the moment the taxi drew up, Martin waved goodbye and noted that Davy and Kitty stood in the road waving at the taxi until he turned the corner. He made the train with several minutes to spare and found his seat. On his return journey Martin's train was rather less busy and he found himself sitting alone in the compartment surrounded by a large pile of files and folders as well as Davy's container of additional material. Sorting this lot out would be a job that Bob Matthews would love and so Martin sat back and reflected on what he had learnt from his trip to Wales and looked forward to hearing whether Tom's day had gone better than his.
Arriving home, Martin found Tom almost as depressed as he was. To Tom's question about his day Martin put on a brave face and said that it had gone well. Tom's response was to say how pleased he was and Martin knew that this was sincerely meant. Tom's face suggested that things for him had not gone so well. It turned out that at the last minute the case he was leading in had been switched to another court and he was appearing before a judge notorious for his conservative and anti-gay views. Tom was alike a red rag to this man and he had turned down most of his legal submissions that Tom had made. Other judges might have treated him more leniently but it was clear that this one would not go out of his way to rule in Tom's favour. This had been bad enough but when one of the key witnesses had failed to show up, the judge had all but thrown the case out. Martin listened sympathetically and then said,
"What you and I both need is a good night out, we'll have a few drinks and a good meal. What do you say?"
Tom agreed readily but then added,
"And back home and into bed early."
Martin ordered a taxi and they ate at a fashionable and expensive restaurant. As Tom had suggested they did not linger and their return taxi trip brought them back home at a relatively early hour. Once inside Tom led Martin straight to the bedroom where they quickly undressed and tumbled onto the bed. Martin licked Tom's nipples and allowed his tongue to run sensuously down his lover's chest. Tom's cock was hard and straining upwards but Martin ignored it, He continued to lick all around the inner thigh of Tom's leg and down towards his feet and then continue to work in the opposite direction up the other led. Tom was moaning with pleasure as Martin's tongue completed its journey and began to tease his nipples again. Once again after a few minutes Martin began to run his tongue down toward Tom's groin. This time he licked round and through Tom's pubic hairs before he allowed his tongue to run along the base of the erect cock and then Martin sucked his lover's balls into his mouth one at a time. Tom continued to moan as his lover treated him to oral pleasure, finally Martin allowed his tongue to run sensuously up the hard shaft until it reached Tom's glans, still partially covered with foreskin. Martin slightly changed the angle of his approach and delved his tongue into the pre-cum oozing piss slit before rolling the foreskin off Tom's cock head with his lips. Then Martin used his tongue to tease the super sensitive area of skin that joined Tom's foreskin to the shaft as his cock. Tom loved the sensation and yelled out with pleasure.
"Oh yes Marty!! Use your tongue there it feels sooo good!! It's driving me crazy but its worth it!! It makes me feel soooo hot!!"
Martin continued to tease this area for several moments before he moved back to use his tongue on Tom's oozing piss slit. The older man carefully licked the sticky pre-cum onto his tongue and used it to lube up the sensitive head before he opened his mouth and began to draw Tom's cock into his mouth. As he swallowed Tom into his mouth and throat, Martin's fingers played first with his lover's wet balls and then moved on to find the warm entrance to his love channel. Tom instinctively opened his legs wider to give Martin the access he required. Martin's fingers moved rhythmically in and out of Tom's willing hole, making teasing contact with his prostate. The rhythm of the fingers matched exactly the sucking action that Martin was performing on Tom's dick. Tom was pushing up to meet the downward motion of Martin's lips and the younger man was beginning to lose control.
"Oh yes Marty suck my cock!! Make me cum!! I want to fill your mouth with my ball cream!! I love you Marty!! I love your mouth on my cock!! Suck me off!! Suck me hard I'm about to shoot my load!!!"
Martin recognised the signs and redoubled his efforts and was rewarded shortly after by a mouthful of creamy cum as Tom's cock spurted jizz into his mouth. Tom's cock throbbed and spurted until his ball juice was reduced to a trickle, but Martin lapped every last drop up and even licked down his lover's shaft cleaning it of any remaining spunk. As his cock began to soften, Tom lay back and opened his legs waiting for Martin to put them onto his shoulders and enter him.
"Thanks Marty that was fantastic!! I do really love you and I want you to make love to me now, please!!!
Martin gently pulled Tom towards him as Tom lined up his lover's prick head so that it was directly in line with his well-fingered hole. Tom smiled as Martin's prick edged ever closer before finally engaging with the lips of the entrance and swiftly disappearing inside. As Martin's prick disappeared inside him, Tom's legs went higher over his lover's shoulder and he waited for the regular fucking motion to begin. Tom held Martin's prick tight with his powerful arse muscles and then released them allowing the older man to begin his fucking action. Martin pumped his dick into and out of Tom's hole with increasing speed. Tom began to thrust equally powerfully back to meet him and the pair began to sweat profusely as a result of their exertions. Tom loved to be fucked long and hard and Martin was an expert at this. Both men watched as the hard flesh of Martin's prick appeared and disappeared into Tom's love channel, striking his prostate with each inward and outward stroke and causing the younger man to whimper with delight. The effect of this slow fucking was that Tom's cock was once again hard and throbbing and the couple hoped that they could achieve a simultaneous climax. Martin was getting close to cumming and Tom was wanking his own cock vigorously in an effort to catch up.
"Oh yes fuck me Marty!! Fill me with your spunk!! I want to feel you cum inside me!! I love you, Marty!!"
"And I love you too, Tom!! Feel my prick throbbing inside you as I start to deliver my cum inside your tight hole. I'm .. almost .. there .."
Then, with a sudden cry, Martin lost control and Tom gripped his lover's dick firmly inside him as he felt it throb and the warm ball juice shoot out deep inside him. The moment Tom relaxed his own cock shot a second load of spunk that flew into the air before dropping back onto his stomach and the underside of his cock shaft. Gradually Martin's prick began to shrink and withdraw from inside Tom's love channel, leaving his warm sticky deposit behind as it went. Martin gently rubbed his fingers lightly through the small pool of jizz that had collected on Tom's stomach as they lay contentedly together. Exhausted by their efforts and with a full day ahead of them in the morning Martin and Tom slid into bed and lay close together, arms intertwined in a period of mutual intimacy and companionship that reflected their love for each other. Despite this moment of intense love the pair found that sleep quickly overwhelmed them and they drifted off into unconsciousness. Neither man slept particularly well that night, each concerned about the day ahead. As usual Martin rose first and woke Tom with a cup of coffee. They breakfasted together and were about to leave when the phone rang. Martin who answered it was relieved to hear Mark's voice on the end of the line.
"Hello Martin. I wanted to catch you before you go. First to let you know that Ruth and David will be coming home later today so don't come to the hospital, but you and Tom are welcome at the house. Second I'd like to settle them both back in the house and come back to work on Monday if that's OK. Finally, I want to ask a favour and I'd, no we'd, be honoured if you'd accept. Ruth and her parents want David circumcised and Ruth's parents have arranged for it to be performed by a local rabbi next week. We'd like you to come and act as what I'd call if I were a religious and Christian person a godfather. We hope you will. There'll be drinks afterwards at the house and David will be properly named by then. You and Tom will come won't you?"
Martin responded warmly,
"First of all I'm flattered and honoured by your request which I gladly and willingly accept. I'm not religious either but I'll do my best for the boy, Perhaps we'll let you settle in at home before we visit again and don't hurry back. I do miss you and your insights but some things are more important. Once again we'll be glad to be there next week and I am overwhelmed by your desire to have me play a role in your son's life. Tom is too, he's right here now and has heard or gathered what you've said and he looks as pleased as I am."
"Thanks Martin, Ruth and I are overjoyed. Come round as soon as you can and tell me what's going on. Don't wait until next week. Bye."
Martin put the phone down and Tom and he discussed what present they would buy the baby to celebrate his arrival. In the end they decided to set up a bank account for the boy so that he could spend it when he was old enough and knew what he really wanted. They agreed that was much better than the usual baby stuff that got lost or forgotten and tucked away in a cupboard after the first few months. On the other hand money regularly topped up for birthdays and at other times such as Christmas would slowly accumulate and gain interest and be of far greater value in the long term. When he was eighteen young David Jamieson would have a reasonable sum of money to spend on something useful or even something frivolous, either way the choice would be his. That decided Tom and Martin left the flat together but parted at the end of the street to go their separate ways to work. It was while he was travelling to work on the tube that a thought suddenly struck Martin. It was such a trivial point but it might just be the link between the many disparate victims that had so far eluded him and the team. He made a mental note to get Bob Matthews to investigate it when he got to Scotland Yard. If his hunch proved to correct, then it was a breakthrough of sorts. Although buoyed up by this moment of inspiration, Martin knew that it was only a small part of the jigsaw and that it was still much too early to tell whether it would get him any closer to solving the whole puzzle and finding the murderer.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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