Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 17:14:29 +0000 (GMT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Steve Rose" <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts Investigates - 4

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.

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Always indulge in safe sex.


MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES

Chapter 4

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

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

"Time for a bite to eat, Tom?"

"OK. In or out?"

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

"Can't you use your mobile?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Martin offered his hand to Graeme and said,

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

Graeme looked back without any sign of emotion and
replied,

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

"Go on, Mr Adams."

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

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

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

Martin turned to Inspector Jamieson and said,

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

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

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

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

"So lots of people saw you arrive?"

"Yes."

"And they can confirm your time of arrival?"

"Of course."

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

"It might be a bit awkward..."

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

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

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

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

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

"No, no one else."

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

"Not really, no."

"Not really?"

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

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

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

"Birmingham, tonight. Thank you, superintendent."

"Safe journey."

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

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

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

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

"Let's see Smith first."

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

"Hello Mrs Smith?"

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

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

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

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

"Do you know where that is?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Visiting a friend for the weekend."

"Nice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just tell me the way!!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks for that. You were great!!"

Will smiled back and replied,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is this your first time here?"

The youth nodded and Joe smiled encouragingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe smiled at the teenager and then made his move,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billy nodded and Joe went on,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED...

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