Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 11:47:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts Investigates - 2

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 2

A few miles across the city from where Martin and Tom
lived was the flat belonging to Graeme Adams, who was
a twenty-five year old DJ. He lived in comparative
luxury and as he lay in bed in his elegant bedroom,
covered over the whole ceiling and walls with mirrors,
he could not help but reflect on his good fortune.

Graeme had grown up in Scotland the son of an absentee
father and a drug addict mother. It would hardly have
been surprising had he become a tearaway but he
somehow managed not to do so. Throughout his early
years he developed an interest in music and was always
aware of the latest trends and the best sellers. He
grew up quickly, looking after his mother as best he
could and gaining a sound knowledge of the popular
music scene. Graeme attended school as much as he
could and seemed to be developing into a normal
teenager. However, the thing that Graeme most dreaded
were the occasional visits of his father because the
man was a brute and a bully. He knocked his estranged
wife about when he was there and hid struck Graeme
when he had blamed his father for his mother's
addiction. It was hardly surprising when some time
later his mother took one dose too many and Graeme had
the horror of finding her lying across the floor of
her bedroom unconscious one morning. Later the same
day she died without regaining consciousness, a sad
end to a sad life.

Graeme had expected to be taken into care and was
quickly moved to a residential children's home where
he was visited from time to time by his father. After
one short but very violent visit, Graeme left the
home. He ran away at the age of fifteen and travelled
south to London. Unlike many that followed this path,
Graeme proved to be a fortunate young man. He did not
fall prey to the paedophiles and pimps that scout the
London stations looking for 'young meat'. On the other
hand he only had a small amount of money, which he had
saved and found that the cost of living in a hostel
was very high. Graeme took to walking the streets and
begging on the tube to raise cash. He knew he was
stepping into dangerous waters but equally knew that
he had little alternative. His other option was to
sell his body for sex, a choice that was not entirely
unattractive to Graeme. He had been involved with an
alder teenager before he left Scotland, although this
had not been a financial arrangement and had been
confined to wank sessions. Graeme knew that he could
earn money for that sort of thing and that he was good
looking enough to earn a living. However, although
still only fifteen, he was street wise enough to know
that this should be the last resort.

In the end, he was again lucky. He had been begging at
one of the London tube stations when an older man in
his forties had stopped and spoken to him.

"Hello, young man, my name is Sam Silver. I do not
give money to beggars but I am willing to buy you a
good meal. If you want to eat with me and tell me your
story I may be able to help you further, find you a
job, somewhere decent to live, that sort of thing."

"Thank you, I'd be grateful for a good meal", replied
Graeme expecting little more than a fast food meal.

Graeme fell in alongside the tall dark man and they
walked away from the station towards the busy main
street beyond. As they walked the two chatted
casually. Graeme offered some information about
himself.

"My name is Graeme and as you can probably tell, I'm
from Scotland."

"No doubt looking for fame and fortune. How old are
you, Graeme?"

"Almost sixteen, sir"

"Shouldn't you be at school?"

"Probably sir, but I ran away from my children's home
and am too young to get a job but I don't want to go
back to Scotland."

Graeme added that he had run away from his abusive
father and never wanted to be returned to anywhere
where he would have to see him again. Sam Silver
nodded gravely and led his young friend to a small but
interesting restaurant just off the main street.
Graeme had never been confronted with such a choice
and read the menu thoroughly before opting for a
steak, having checked at least twice that he could
choose anything he wanted.

Over dinner, Graeme told Sam his life story and the
older man listened in silence, broken only by the
occasional word of sympathy or expression of
encouragement. As Graeme finished his large ice cream
dessert, Sam asked for the bill and paid it. The two
left the restaurant and could have been father and
son, despite the disparity in looks between the two of
them. Sam was about to call a cab when he stopped and
looked at Graeme,

"I was going to send you back to your hostel but I've
had a thought. I have a large home nearby and there's
plenty of room, you could come and live with me. I
have a spare bedroom and it's really too big for me on
my own. I run a large department in a recording
company, I'm sure I could fiddle you into a job there.
If you don't like the home I provide or you don't like
the job, fine no hard feelings. What do you say?"

Graeme did not know what to say. His head was warning
him against this stranger he had only just met but his
heart was attracted by the thought of working in the
music industry and having access to a decent place to
live. Sam could see the hesitation in Graeme's eyes
and in his delay in response.

"Tell you what", Sam continued, "why don't you try it
for a couple of days? No harm either way or meet me
tomorrow after a night of thinking it over."

"No", said Graeme, "I've decided I think I'd like to
come with you tonight and give it a try."

"Good. Let's go then. We can collect your things from
the hostel tomorrow, assuming you decide to stay for a
while."

Graeme smiled broadly as Sam said these words and Sam
returned the smile and then called a cab. The journey
did not take very long before it stopped and the older
man and the teenager alighted. The street was a short
one with old-fashioned lamp standards and a row of
neat small town houses. At the end of the row was a
small block of apartments with a side door and a front
door. As they went in through the main door Sam told
Graeme that if he came to live permanently in the
flat, he would be able to access his part of the flat
directly from the side door. Graeme had never seen
such a place. It was an executive flat that had
everything. The apartment was warm and cosy and the
rooms were beautifully furnished. Graeme was not used
to such luxury. Each bedroom was small but well
furnished and the master bedroom was en suite but
Graeme had to use a bathroom close by down the
corridor. Not that he cared; it was infinitely better
than the tiny room in the hostel and the communal
bathroom he had been used to. As he explored Graeme
saw the other door with its access down the stairs and
out of the side of the building. He really would be
able to come and go as he pleased.

Sam allowed Graeme a few moments to settle in and then
appeared at the door to his room holding bath towels
and washing gear. He handed them over and then gave
Graeme a set of keys pointing out the side door key in
particular. Then Sam retired back to the kitchen where
he began to make hot drinks. A few moments later
Graeme joined Sam in the kitchen and they drank a warm
drink and Sam showed Graeme where everything was kept.
After he had done this, Sam announced that he was off
to bed.

"Got a early start tomorrow and I'll start work on
finding you a job. I gather from what you said that
music is a particular interest of yours. Make yourself
at home in the morning and I'll try to arrange for you
to come to my office and have a look round. If you
want to work there I'll try to fix it for you."

He shook hands with Graeme and went to his room,
closing the door firmly behind him. Graeme waited a
few minutes and then went back to his room to bed.

In the morning when Graeme got up there was no sign of
Sam but a note on the fridge door indicated that
Graeme should help himself to whatever he wanted. The
fridge was well stocked and Graeme had a couple of
fried eggs and some toast. He had just finished eating
when he was startled by the phone ringing. He was
unsure whether to answer it so he waited and was
relieved to hear the answering machine click on.

"Hello, Graeme, it's Sam. Hope you slept well. When
you get this message call me back. My office number is
by the phone pad. Bye for now."

Graeme went to the phone and just managed to catch it
before Sam put his phone down. Sam told Graeme how to
find his office building and what to bring and the
teenager went off to dress and then set off to walk
the short distance to where Sam would be waiting.

It took a little time but Sam somehow managed to
arrange for Graeme to get a job and a National
Insurance number so that he could work. He was already
sixteen by the time that he started work and was doing
well, living rent free, having his meals provided and
working in the pop music industry. He had access to a
fine stereo system and the latest records and he soon
began to re-acquire a range of titles for his
collection. He was also able to buy new clothes as
well as save a lot of money. Sam took pleasure in his
young protégé's development and never seemed to ask
for anything in return. Graeme had taken to the world
of work like a duck to water; he had shown a good
understanding of his subject and had a pleasant and
respectful way with colleagues and with telephone
enquiries. At home, Graeme also learned to cook and
had been given a full set of butcher's knives as a
present by Sam.

Over the months after they first met, the older man
provided a stable home and a fatherly influence on
Graeme and this arrangement was enjoyed by both
parties. It might have remained like this had not
something unexpected happened. Sam arrived home later
than usual and decided tot take a shower before
eating. There appeared to be no sign of Graeme so Sam
took a leisurely shower and wandered around the flat
in just a towel. Sam decided to go and get some clean
towels from the airing cupboard, which was located in
the main bathroom. The door did not have a lock and so
Sam walked straight into the bathroom to be confronted
by Graeme, naked in the bath and masturbating.
Graeme's long cock was rock hard and the head exposed
as his foreskin was rolled right off it. He did not
notice Sam standing there at first, as he was so
deeply engaged in his daydream and wank. Sam saw at
once what Graeme was up to and should have left
immediately but the sight of this handsome young man,
naked, hard and wanking brought a stirring in the
older man's groin. Sam hesitated that moment too long
and Graeme saw him. The young teenager tried not very
hard to cover himself up but quickly noticed that the
thin towel covering Sam's middle was tented out.
Graeme smiled at Sam and stood up in the bath, now
making no effort to cover himself up. Sam began to
stammer something about changing the towels but he
could not tear his eyes away from the sight of the
youngster's erection. Graeme stepped closer and said,

"I've never known how to thank you for all your
kindness to me, but now I think I know how to."

In one deft move Graeme pulled the small towel that
was covering Sam's waist and exposed the equally rock
hard prick of his benefactor. Graeme, whom Sam had
assumed was inexperienced in such matters as sex, got
onto his knees and began to kiss the exposed head of
Sam's beautifully cut cock. Sam could feel the
teenager's warm breath on his rampant prick and knew
that he was unable to resist what was happening. For
years Sam had sublimated his sexual desire for young
teenagers by a considerable devotion to hard work and
by rigid self-discipline. He had known from the moment
that he had first taken Graeme in that temptation
would be always there but believed he would be strong
enough to resist. At this moment Sam realised that his
high expectation had been misplaced. Graeme's lips had
now begun to suck the exposed head of Sam's hard prick
into his warm mouth. Sam, having been without a sexual
experience with another person for so long and having
relied on masturbation as his only sexual outlet,
moaned with pleasure as the youngster engulfed more of
his glans and shaft. Whether it was the excitement of
the moment or the sudden and surprise ending of years
of self denial that triggered him it was impossible to
tell but within seconds of entering the eager
teenager's mouth, Sam was firing his ball cream and
Graeme was swallowing it down his throat. Sam gave no
warning and Graeme had been surprised at the speed
with which the older man had reached his orgasm. Sam
was full of guilt,

"I'm sorry Graeme. I should not have done that."

Graeme responded equally emphatically,

"Why not? I wanted to do it and you obviously needed
to do it, judging by the speed with which you shot
your load and the amount of spunk you produced. In any
case it's not the first time I've eaten a mouthful of
cum but this one was willingly accepted and by far the
nicest I have ever had!!"

Graeme was smiling broadly and Sam noticed that his
teenage partner was still hard and presumably
unsatisfied. For the first time in many years, the
older man leaned down and gently took a cock into his
mouth. Graeme had had a few sexual adventures both
before he left home and afterwards but this was
different. Sam was in no hurry and seemed to know
exactly how to please and excite his young friend.
Sam's tongue ran gently over the sensitive head of
Graeme's uncut cock and slowly spread the slick
pre-cum over it giving it a shiny appearance. As he
ran his tongue down the underside of the shaft Sam
paid particular attention to the frenum and was
pleased when he heard Graeme's pleasured response. Sam
easily took the whole length of Graeme's cock into his
mouth and throat and worked him to the point of no
return. Graeme shouted out that he was about to cum
and Sam waited for his first taste of hot teenage ball
cream in many years. He was not disappointed Graeme
shot rope after rope of spunk into his mouth and Sam
swallowed every drop with increasing delight.
Satisfied at last Sam and Graeme returned to the
living room knowing that the events of the past few
minutes had changed their relationship forever. That
night Graeme moved his belongings into Sam's bedroom
and they remained lovers for the next six years. The
age gap of twenty-five years or so never seemed to be
an issue and both men enjoyed success both in their
social life together and in their work. Graeme moved
to a different department in Sam's business and
continued to gain a reputation as a hard worker whose
promotion was based on merit rather than favouritism.
As his earnings grew, Graeme was able to acquire an
even larger record collection and his knowledge of the
contemporary music scene became wide-ranging.

In terms of their life together, the pair developed a
close relationship which more than satisfied them
both. Neither man was jealous of the other and they
became more open in their association and went to gay
venues together. From time to time each of them would
seek a variation in their contented love life but each
always confessed to the other and none of the affairs
was ever serious. Sam recognised that as still a young
man Graeme needed to have sex more often and in a more
varied way than he did. For the younger man's
twenty-first birthday Sam threw a party, at the
conclusion of which an orgy took place from which both
he and Graeme emerged exhausted but totally satisfied.

Their life seemed to be set on a path of happiness and
contentment until tragedy struck. Sam was now an
important executive with his company and was flying
around the world on its behalf. It was an irony then
that he should lose his life as a result of being
knocked down on a pedestrian crossing only yards from
his home. For two days his life hung in the balance
before it was finally decided that he was beyond hope
of recovery and the life support machine was switched
off. Graeme was naturally deeply upset by these events
but even more so by his sudden discovery that Sam had
a family, none of which he had met in all the years
they had been together. This was in its way bad enough
but it was made worse by the fact that the family
sought to exclude Graeme from any of the funeral
arrangements. In accordance with his religious
tradition Sam was buried as quickly as possible and
Graeme only knew when and where the ceremony would
take place a few minutes before it began. Thus, Sam
had to grieve on his own and the devastation of the
loss took its toll on him for several months
thereafter. The one consolation - if such was the
right word - was the news, which shocked Sam's family,
that Sam had transferred ownership of the flat in
trust for Graeme. This meant that by the age of
twenty-five, Graeme was the owner of a substantial and
valuable property in central London. He would be
financially secure and could branch out on his own.

Graeme loved the house in London but the memories were
too strong and he sold up and moved to a new apartment
in another part of the city. He also decided to leave
his full-time job and concentrate upon his other
interests in music. Armed with a large collection of
records and a very good knowledge of the contemporary
music scene, Graeme set himself up as a mobile disco
DJ. He started advertising locally but gradually
acquired an agent and now had a business that enabled
him to range freely around the UK, specialising in
sessions at local gay pubs up and down the country. In
the course of his travels Graeme found opportunities
for casual sex with people he met while on his travels
either on his journeys to the venues or, more often
than not, after he had completed his night's work. He
was a popular figure and much in demand and the only
barriers to his doing the job he loved every night was
the stamina needed to be on the road for long periods
and his desire to return to London and relax in his
apartment. In addition to touring Graeme also liked to
play gigs in London and often held parties in his
apartment after the show for anyone interested in
continuing the fun (and having sex). In his own mind,
although coming to terms with the loss of Sam was
still something that he found difficult to accept,
Graeme had come a long way from his wretched childhood
and was doing better than he ever could have hoped
for. He had money, he had a lovely home and he was
young and attractive enough to be able to have sex
whenever and with whomsoever he pleased.

This particular morning, Graeme had awoken alone - he
had been having a weekend of recovery after spending
the previous few weeks away in Manchester and Leeds.
He had a gig later in the week in London itself and
had decided that he needed a rest for a few days. He
also needed time to organise the party he planned to
hold after he finished his session on Saturday
evening. There was food and drink to be acquired and a
theme to be determined. Graeme rose lazily from the
bed and admired his naked body in the various
reflections from the mirrors before taking a shower.
Since Sam's death, Graeme had found his sexual desires
almost insatiable and in the absence of a partner he
frequently wanked off alone. This morning was no
exception. Standing under the streaming water, Graeme
pumped his cock into hardness and then proceeded to
bring himself off, shooting cum onto the tiled walls
in front of him. As he wanked, he daydreamed of one
sexual adventure or another but most often when alone
he remembered the good times he had shared with Sam.
Graeme was just drying himself and pulling on his
clothes when the entry phone for his apartment rang.
"Good morning, my name is Superintendent Martin
Roberts of the Metropolitan Police. I am in charge of
a murder investigation. Are you Graeme Adams? Would
you mind answering a few questions?"

Graeme was somewhat taken aback by what he heard but
instantly agreed to the policeman's request. He
pressed the buzzer and waited until he heard the lift
door open and then opened his own door to greet the
most famous gay policemen in London. Martin Roberts
was not as tall as Graeme had expected but was
certainly good looking for his age. Graeme was
attracted to older men as his time with Sam had proved
and he found Martin a very attractive, if
unattainable, prospect. He knew that he could not do
anything about it not least because he was not yet
ready for another relationship - it was too soon after
Sam. Secondly, a guy as attractive as Martin probably
already had a partner, even if he was a policeman.
Anyway this was an official visit and a policeman as
well known for his sense of duty as Martin Roberts
would not be that distracted. Nevertheless there was
something about Martin that made his blood flow
quicker.

The younger man held the front door opens and ushered
Martin into the apartment. Martin knew nothing of
Graeme and was surprised at how young he was to be
owning a place like the one he lived in. He also noted
that the young DJ was nervous. In addition, although
firmly settled with his partner Tom and on official
business Martin found Graeme to be strangely magnetic
and sexually very appealing. He knew that as a
policeman such thoughts were unacceptable but he
equally realised that if he was to meet Graeme in less
formal circumstances he might well find the chance of
even a one night stand, or better still a threesome
with Tom a not unappealing prospect. However, he was
here to investigate a murder

"Well, superintendent, I'm pleased to meet you, I've
heard a lot about you. You are much respected in the
gay community as you know. Can I offer you a drink
before we start?"

"Thank you, no, Mr Adams", replied Martin, "if you
don't mind I'd like to go right ahead with my
questions, please."

Graeme nodded, again looking a little nervous Martin
thought.

"You say you're investigating a murder. Of course I'd
be delighted to help if I can but I don't see how."

Martin proceeded to explain the circumstances of the
two murders to date and that, in an effort to find
some link between the two, they had discovered that
Graeme had been in charge of the disco on each
occasion. This information had been gleaned from
Graeme's agent. Having explained further the
circumstances of each crime, Martin then produced
photographs of the victims.

"Mr Adams, I'd like you to look at these photos and
tell me whether you recognise them? Did you see them
on the night in question and did you see them in the
company of anyone else on that night?"

Graeme took hold of the photographs, his hand shaking
slightly as he did so, Martin noted. Graeme studied
the pictures intently for several minutes, maybe too
long he wondered as he slowly put them down.

"I'm sorry, superintendent, I don't recognise either
person in these photos. I certainly never met them and
I'm pretty sure I did not see them on the nights you
mentioned. I wish I could help but there is nothing I
can tell you that will be of assistance. The disco was
very crowded on both nights and I was concentrating on
getting a good mixture of music. I do sometimes talk
to the people at the disco but never these two. Not
that night, not ever. Sorry."

"That's Ok, Mr Adams. We are following every lead we
can to try to find this killer and to be frank we
haven't got very far. You were a kind of possible link
but if you do not know these people then the trail
goes cold again. Here's my card if you do think of
anything or see anyone or anything that you think
might help, please let me know."

"I will, superintendent. May I keep copies of these
photos? I will ask around and see if anyone else I
know has anything to contribute to your
investigation."

Martin nodded and replied,

"Of course keep the photos and ask your friends. Any
help you can give would be appreciated. Oh yes, one
last thing before I go, when is your next engagement?"
"I've got a gig coming up here in London on Saturday
night. I'll send you the details if you like. You
might even want to come, in case our murderer is
following my disco around the country."

"yes please send me the details and I'm sure someone
will look in if they can. In the meantime I think
that's all for today so thank you for your time."

"That's fine, pleased to be of assistance and sorry I
could not help more because, like you, I do want to
get this killer caught as soon as possible. It's a bad
business."

Martin left and walked down the stairs thinking to
himself that he was not sure how sincere Graeme's last
comment had been. Did he mean it was a bad business or
bad for business? Martin wondered as he walked to the
car.

Back at the Yard, the Commander looked in on Martin,

"Any progress?"

"No, sir. I think Graeme Adams - the DJ at both the
venues, is probably in the clear. Claims never to have
met or seen either victim, but I won't rule him out
completely just yet. He's the only person we
definitely know was at both venues. But that is the
only bit we've got and there may be others who were at
both venues, including the killer."

"I agree, but don't eliminate him entirely from your
enquiries."

Martin nodded sagely and turned his thoughts to
whether to have a presence for all or part of the
proceedings on the following Saturday. He was pretty
certain that Graeme Adams was not ruthless enough, or
physically strong enough, to have carried out the
murders although he would continue background checks
on him. Whoever the killer was he was strong, agile
and full of extreme anger either against gays in
general or certain gays in particular. Martin knew
that if he could at least find what linked the two
victims it would open up another and possibly more
effective line of investigation. However, as he
confessed to Tom, when they lay contentedly together
in bed later that evening, he could not, at that
moment think of any link at all. Above all he hoped
that he could find a link and solve the mystery before
the killer struck again. As Tom slept peacefully
beside him, Martin lay awake turning over the evidence
so far but each time he reached the same conclusion:
they really did not have any real clues and no leads.
As finally sleep came, Martin hoped that he would have
the time to make a breakthrough. It was now Wednesday,
if Graeme had been right about the killer following
his disco, or worse, if Graeme was the killer, he only
had until Saturday to make the breakthrough. Martin
hoped against hope that he would succeed, but time was
short. Too short as things turned out.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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