Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 13:09:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts Investigate - 3

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 3

There were no developments during the rest of the week
and it was now Friday. This meant that it was possible
for Martin to hope that the killings in the north of
England had been random actions. They still needed a
solution but maybe the serial killer theory was an
exaggeration. As a precaution, Martin had arranged for
the only half suspect, Graeme Adams, to be followed
later that day when he went to DJ at a London club. It
was a vain hope but Martin convinced himself it was
one worth pursuing.

Meanwhile earlier on that fateful Friday morning in
the most fashionable part of London, Aaron Dunn was
waking up on what would prove to be the last day of
his short life. Aaron had arrived in London from his
native America three months earlier. At 27 he was a
young high-flying executive with a top mercantile
bank, with headquarters in New York and principal
offices in London, Frankfurt, Tokyo and Sydney. Aaron
had been appointed to act as a trainee manager of one
of these principal offices and was in London to
complete his training programme.

Aaron Dunn was a golden boy. He was the eldest son of
a rich New England family. He was strikingly good
looking with blonde hair, clear blue eyes and, as he
grew older, he grew tall as well. Added to his good
looks was a brilliant mind that meant that Aaron never
failed to be top of his year throughout his school and
college career. He was elected student president of
his year in college and chosen to give the
Commencement speech at the graduation ceremonies at
High school and College. All this despite his one
publicly known failing: a complete lack of sporting
prowess. Aaron lacked the physical build to play
American football and the hand-eye coordination for
Baseball. He was popular with students and faculty. He
was chased by several girls some but not all attracted
by his good looks rather than his obvious wealth.
Aaron was always good at managing to extricate himself
from relationships with girls if they threatened to
become too serious and reveal the completely unknown
and deeply hidden secret that he was gay. This side of
his nature was more than satisfied elsewhere. Aaron
would regularly leave his boarding school or college
and drive out to a town several miles away and there
indulge in satisfying his sexual needs.

Aaron had become interested in sex at a relatively
young age. He had been staying for the summer on a
farm owned by his grandparents and had recently turned
thirteen. It happened that he was out by himself near
the creek that ran through the property and was hiding
in a hollow area overlooking the water. He suddenly
heard a noise and saw a boy several years older than
himself emerge from the undergrowth close to the bank.
The boy was unaware that he was being observed and
undid his working pants and, only a few yards away
from Aaron, pulled out his dick. Aaron noted that it
looked like his own only the older boy's was longer
and fatter. The boy aimed the end of his soft cock and
directed a stream of golden piss onto the earth and
into the water. When the stream of urine dried to a
final few drips, the older boy did not put his cock
away but began to rub his hand along the shaft and, as
Aaron watched wide eyed with amazement, the dick grew
even bigger and fatter. Almost in front of him there
was a boy masturbating and Aaron felt his own prick
begin to go hard at the sight. Unfortunately any hope
that Aaron might learn more about what the other boy
was doing were ruined when a voice shouted the older
boy's name and he quickly stuffed his hard dick back
into his trousers and ran back the way he had come.

That night Aaron had laid in bed and experimented with
his own prick, sliding his hand up and down the short
shaft. It felt wonderful but after some minutes he was
unsure how to proceed, so he stopped. Next day he went
back to his look out and waited, hoping that the boy
from the day before would return. He was not
disappointed. The boy arrived at the waterside and
repeated his performance of the previous day. This
time he was uninterrupted and Aaron watched as the
older boy increased the speed of his action on his
dick shaft and finally shot some white stuff out of
the end. Aaron had unconsciously unzipped his own
jeans and had removed his smaller but equally hard
prick and was matching the older boy stroke for
stroke. As he watched the white cum shoot from the
older boy's dick, Aaron felt a wonderful wave of
excitement pass through his body and his own prick
throbbed gently and produced a tiny white slimy bubble
of what he later knew was cum. That night Aaron tried
again and the effort was rewarded with a similar
satisfying feeling as earlier in the day.

The following day it was not possible to go to the
creek and so Aaron hung around near the farm
buildings. He was delighted when he saw the teenager
he had observed the previous two days coming towards
the barn. Aaron slipped inside and went to the hayloft
and watched as the teenager entered. The boy looked
around and then moved to the far end of the barn where
he undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. Aaron,
watching overhead, followed suit but must have made a
noise for the teenager looked slightly startled.

"Who's up there?" the teenager asked in an angry
voice.

Caught and uncertain what to do, Aaron had stammered a
reply,

"It's...it's only me, Aaron....mmmy grandparents own this
farm."

"So what are you doing spying on me, Aaron?"

"I wasn't really spying', replied Aaron without much
conviction.

"Well, if you're that interested, you better come down
here and stand real close. I'm Dean by the way. Come
on, I won't bite you."

Aaron stuffed his small hard cock back into his pants
and slowly climbed down and walked over to where Dean
was standing. Dean had half covered his larger dick
but not completely and Aaron's eyes concentrated on
the area of shaft that was still visible. As soon as
Aaron got close enough Dean opened his trousers wider
and the young teen could see the cock close up for the
first time.

"You can touch it if you want to', Dean whispered to
Aaron.

Aaron was nervous at first but Dean took hold of his
hand and placed it firmly onto his hard shaft. A
thrill like he had never felt before passed through
Aaron as he touched the soft, silky skin of Dean's
cock shaft. the effect was to make Aaron's own cock
tent his tight jeans. Dean smiled and sighed as
Aaron's hands explored the length of his dick and
balls. Then Dean said,

"Would you like to jerk me off and make me shoot my
cum?"

Aaron who had already seen Dean cum once before nodded
and Dean gently showed his new young friend how to
grip and work the shaft. Aaron gripped hard and
followed the whispered instructions from Dean to go
faster or slow, to grip tighter or lighter. Dean
leaned against the wall of the barn as Aaron jerked
his prick and brought him closer to satisfaction. For
a first timer Aaron was doing very well, very well
indeed. Aaron was doing so well in fact that it did
not take him long to bring Dean to the point of no
return and with a whispered warning to his companion,
Dean shot his creamy cum. Aaron pointed Dean's
spouting prick away from his clothes but, even so, a
few drops of the creamy cum landed on his hands as he
continued to jerk the throbbing shaft. Inside own
trousers Aaron felt a strange feeling in his hard cock
and then he was aware of a patch of dampness as he
shot a small load of his own. Dean thanked Aaron for
jerking him off and told him with considerable
seriousness that it was one of the best experiences he
had had. Dean did not offer to reciprocate and jerk
Aaron off but no doubt the wet spot on the younger
teen's jeans indicated that such an offer was
unnecessary. Before he left to go back to work,
however, Dean did also express the hope that the two
could meet again and to this he got a very strong
affirmative nod of agreement from Aaron.

Over the remaining few weeks of his stay with his
grandparents, Aaron saw Dean every day though the
meeting place and the circumstances often varied.
Nevertheless in this period Aaron was introduced to
the idea of sucking a cock and having his own dick
sucked as well as jerked off. Of the two Aaron enjoyed
sucking rather than being sucked and on his last night
at the farm he was able to spend a long time with Dean
and the pair of teenagers shot several bursts of cum
with Aaron willingly gobbling up the older teen's
creamy ball juice.

On his return to boarding school Aaron found life very
frustrating. His friends would not talk about sex
except in very general and unspecific ways; and
Aaron's roommate showed absolutely no inclination to
show off his body. The boy changed in the bathroom and
wore pyjamas or boxers according to the season and
never was naked in front of Aaron.

For the next two years Aaron had to make do with
solitary jerk offs in the school showers or toilets,
interspersed with his annual reunion with Dean at his
grandparents' farm. The second summer was spent much
as the last few weeks of the previous year with each
teenager indulging themselves with each other as often
as they could manage. In the summer that he turned 16,
Aaron was introduced to the most intimate act of male
sex. Dean tentatively suggested that Aaron ask his
grandparents if one night they might spend the evening
camping somewhere near the farm. To their immense
relief, Aaron's grandparents readily agreed and even
gave Dean encouragement for being such a good friend
to their grandson!! The two teenagers set off for a
weekend of camping in the nearby woods. It was during
the first night, as they lay together in the sleeping
bag that they had brought with them, that Dean first
suggested that they might try fucking. Aaron keen as
ever to learn more about sex did not need much
persuasion and Dean, who had come equipped for this
activity, gently greased up his hole while Aaron
sucked the older teen's hard cock. Shortly after this,
Dean began to insert his fingers into Aaron's virgin
hole and the youngster began to squirm and moan with
pleasure. When Dean judged the time to be right he
warned Aaron that he would feel some pain at first,
then slowly began to insert the end of his dick into
the lubricated hole. The pain was both terrible and
exquisite at the same time and Aaron gritted his teeth
knowing full well that he could stop Dean at any time
but determined not to do so. Finally the head of
Dean's cock passed through the tight entrance and both
boys relaxed and then waited until each was ready for
the next stage. Dean pushed his cock deeper and deeper
into Aaron's hole until her felt his balls slap
against the young teen's arse cheeks. Both teenagers
knew that Dean was in as deep as he could get and
waited a few seconds before the slow and steady
fucking motion would begin. Dean pulled out and pushed
in rhythmically, increasing the speed with each in and
out thrust, Aaron writhed in pleasure as his virgin
hole was ploughed. Dean brought his hand round and
began to jerk Aaron's prick shaft in time with his
fucking motions. It was not very long before Dean was
ready to unload his ball juice inside Aaron's love
channel and he whispered as much to his younger lover.
Aaron pushed back to meet the incoming thrusts and
waited to feel Dean's cock throb as it shot his creamy
cum inside him. Simultaneously Aaron's cock fired his
ball cream onto the material of the sleeping bag
beneath them. Later that first night Dean asked Aaron
if he wanted to fuck him and Aaron said he did.
However, as with the sucking, Aaron seemed to enjoy
being fucked far more than he did fucking. The rest of
the time together went quickly but by the end of that
summer Aaron had become aware that his own sexual
interests were best served by having sex with people
of his own sex.

At sixteen Aaron had received a car and this was to
see a great improvement in his love life even at
boarding school. At school Aaron began the pattern
that was to see him through his education. He quickly
realised that the overwhelming majority of boys at his
school were interested in girls and so he began a
double life. Outwardly he talked of girls and of what
he would do with them when the chance arose, though
when it did he remained easily aloof. He was too busy
with studies or other commitments and, while he could
always find a girl to take to the proms and other
social events, he always managed to extricate himself
from too close an involvement and without revealing
his ultimate secret. To most of the girls he knew he
was distant and, at least temporarily they hoped,
unattainable. Every few weeks Aaron would take himself
away from school and drive to some nearby but
relatively safe town, there to indulge his real sexual
interests. Initially he would hang around in shopping
malls and visit the public bathrooms there. He was
normally fortunate in getting some contact even if
only a jerk of session but a few times he struck lucky
and was able to spend some time with a partner and
suck them off. As he grew older, Aaron grew bolder. By
the time he was in College Aaron would pick up at
least one and sometimes two young guys, then drive to
a nearby motel and spend the night indulging his
needs. Aaron loved to suck a cock and his ultimate
fantasy was to be fucked at the same time. From time
to time he managed to achieve this goal and would
return to College duly satisfied and able to live on
his memories until the urge for real sex overcame him
and he would again travel off in search of sexual
satisfaction.

After he graduated College Aaron had gone to Business
School and the work was tougher but he still managed
to live his double life. He worked hard, again
graduating at the head of his class but also managed
to live a good social life both at the School and in
the towns around. He was amazingly fortunate in that
he was never caught and all of his friends thought him
the most `eligible bachelor' among them! Once he left
Business School, a large banking corporation snapped
up Aaron and now he was living in London.

The three months Aaron had spent in London had sped by
quickly. He had found the new job and the life style
in London different from what he had been used to but
challenging and exciting as well. He had settled in
well and had been the subject of much speculation and
flirtation from the young women in the office. These
advances Aaron had resisted on the ground that he was
still settling in, although he was actually enjoying a
strong social life. In a city where he was unknown
Aaron felt a weight lifted from his shoulders and he
would spend several nights a week visiting pubs and
clubs and rarely on these occasions was he
disappointed. He indulged in safe sex but usually had
either oral or anal sex after each one of his nights
out. He also attended his first orgy in a country
house outside London and had, once again, found the
atmosphere and the non-stop sex greatly to his liking.
At the party he had met several people who had
recommended a particular club to him and suggested
that they might meet there one Friday evening.

It had been nearly a month since the party in the
country but Aaron had been bust for several of the
intervening weekends. First there had been a business
trip to Germany and then a visit from his sister and
younger brother and so this was the first weekend when
he would be able to see if he could make contact with
the friends that he had made several weeks before.
Aaron went off to work happy in the knowledge that he
would at last have a chance to indulge himself later
in the day. The day at work went well and he left his
office early enough to have a quick drink with some of
the staff before returning to his apartment and
preparing for his night out.

Graeme Adams was also preparing to go out, as he was
booked for the evening to do a DJ slot. As usual when
in London Graeme also liked to invite a few friends
back to the apartment for partying after the club had
closed and tonight would be no exception. Graeme
checked that all was ready for later that night and
then left to collect his car from the secure parking
area. Usually he took his large converted van which
was stocked with his choice of records and other
equipment but on this occasion, knowing that the club
was already well equipped, he took a smaller selection
of music and drove his rather more expensive private
car. As he pulled out of his garage, an unmarked
police car slid out into the traffic and followed him.
Superintendent Martin Roberts had ordered the tail not
because he expected to gather further evidence but
because Graeme was his only suspect, and not a strong
one at that. However Martin felt that he ought to be
seen to be doing something and more clues might
emerge. Martin reasoned that even if Graeme was not
the killer, he might still prove to be the link to the
killer.

Graeme drove on to the club unaware that he was being
followed and parked close to the entrance. The
unmarked police car pulled in across the road and
radioed in the location. It had been agreed that
other, plain clothes police would go to the location
and mingle with the clubbers once the evening got
under way.

Meanwhile Aaron was making his final preparations to
leave his apartment and travel by underground to the
station closest to the club. Having ascertained as he
thought that he had everything he needed for a good
evening's entertainment Aaron locked the door and went
on his journey. Aaron arrived at the club about 10
p.m. It would be a short while before the club was
really busy. Aaron looked around to see if he
recognised any faces but did not do so. Aaron bought a
drink at the bar and as he paid he realised that he
had forgotten to bring any condoms, so he left his
drink at the bar and went to the toilets. He decided
to make use of the facilities and stood quietly taking
a piss when one of the other two people in the toilet
looked over and smiled at him.

"Hello, it's Aaron isn't it? Remember me? I'm Graeme I
was at that party a few weeks ago. Good to see you
again."

"Hey yes great to see you Graeme. Are the others
here?"

"Haven't seen them. Don't know if they are coming or
not. I'm here because I've got a DJ gig this evening.
But don't worry if the others don't show up I'm having
a party at my place afterwards and you're welcome to
come in more ways than one!!!"

"Thanks, I accept but how do I get to your place?"

"Don't worry about that I'll give you a lift in my
car. Shall we go and have a drink?"

"Yeah, I've got one already but the least I can do is
buy you a drink as a thank you for the invitation and
the ride."

After washing their hands Aaron and Graeme left the
toilets together and walked to the bar. At the bar
they did not notice a small man observing them
closely. The pair chatted for a short while before
Graeme announced that he had to go off to prepare for
his part of the entertainment. Aaron sat quietly
drinking and surveying the scene. Although he was
disappointed that none of the others from the weekend
orgy had appeared at the club, Aaron was very pleased
that he had an invitation to a party at Graeme's.
Aaron bought a second drink and after he had consumed
that, he wandered around cruising the place to see
what other prospects there might be. Although he
enjoyed clubbing, Aaron had never been a great dancer
and had certainly never been more than marginally
interested in the drug scene that often accompanied
such venues. He enjoyed a drink but had found most
drugs disagreeable and had chosen to abstain, although
he did not condemn or disassociate himself from
friends who did indulge. As with other things, Aaron
believed in tolerance and regretted that other people
were not as tolerant or as understanding of the
failings and foibles of others as he was of them.

Graeme's choice of music was good to get people on
their feet and dancing and soon Aaron found himself
caught up in the whirl of activity in and around the
dance floor. Neither Graeme nor Aaron was aware that
plain-clothes policemen were observing them during
this time. No doubt had they been interested in the
illegal activity of drug dealing going on in dark
corners these under cover policemen could have had a
field day but they were there to observe the
activities of Graeme Adams and anyone with whom he
associated. Graeme's set seemed to go on interminably
but finally the DJ announced that he was about to
conclude his part of the entertainment. Once the last
sound of the music had died away Aaron was relieved
and he managed to escape from the crowded dance floor
and find a space at the bar. Aaron ordered another
drink and not long after he saw Graeme approaching the
bar also. Aaron ordered a drink for Graeme and they
chatted briefly.

"Can't leave for a while I'm afraid. I've got to clear
up my stuff and then I've got to find a few people to
make the party go with a swing."

Aaron nodded his understanding and watched as Graeme
disappeared into the crowd. Aaron sipped slowly on his
drink. He enjoyed a drink but he never drank too much,
as he liked to be relatively sober during his sexual
activities. Aaron was really looking forward to the
night ahead. He liked the British people and he liked
the laid back understated way that they indulged in
sex. He was pleased that of the Brits he had so far
met most enjoyed sucking and fucking as much as he
liked it. He felt a mutual compatibility and was
comfortable in the company of British people. Aaron
had just finished his drink when Graeme returned.

"OK I've rounded up a few others and they will be
making their way to my place under their own steam. I
have to go out the back way to the car park and it's a
bit of a mess so I'll collect you from the main
entrance. Come to the front door in five minutes and
I'll pick you up from there."

Aaron nodded an OK and Graeme disappeared again. Aaron
got up and gathered his things together and made his
way to the front door. He had been standing there for
only a few moments when a large black car drew up and
the door was opened. Without thinking, Aaron stepped
forward and got into the car and closed the door.
Nobody will ever know at what point if any Aaron
realised that this was not the right car. Later
evidence suggested that he was killed shortly after he
got into the car and his body driven out into the
country and left, like the two previous victims, naked
and mutilated.

Martin Roberts did not hear of the death until the
following day. He had been up in Manchester reviewing
the evidence of an eyewitness who claimed to have seen
two men arguing near where one of the other bodies had
been found. The lead at first promising had fizzled
out when it turned out that the witness was confused
over the exact day when he had seen the incident. On
further investigation and with Martin interviewing him
the witness realised that the date given in his
statement was incorrect and the incident had occurred
the week before. Martin returned to London that Friday
evening even more depressed at the lack of progress
than he had been before. He hoped that some clue might
emerge from that evening's surveillance operation on
Graeme Adams.

Martin went out to the place where the body had been
found early on the Saturday and his worst fears were
confirmed by what he saw. Aaron Dunn was the third
victim of this unknown killer. The superintendent was
even more depressed when he learned that the under
cover policemen had noticed Adams and the victim
together shortly before Aaron had left but had somehow
contrived to lose Adams. By the time the police had
realised that Adams and Aaron had both left it was too
late: there was no sign of Aaron, Adams or his car.
Later checks, however, confirmed that Adams was back
at his apartment and that a party was going on. The
police assumed that Aaron Dunn was at the party along
with Adams. It was not until the next morning that
they realised their mistake, Martin could not entirely
blame his officers for the error but he was concerned
that they had lost the tail on their one strongest
lead.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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