Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 12:08:49 +0100 (BST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Steve Rose" <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin Roberts Invesigates the Greymount College Murders - 6

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 and is a sequel to `Martin Roberts
Investigates'. 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.

Copyright Steven Rose 2003. Not to be reproduced
without the author's permission.

MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES THE GREYMOUNT COLLEGE
MURDERS

Chapter 6

It took some time before Martin Roberts was satisfied
that the security arrangements had been put in place
and that, as far as possible, everyone at Greymount
College was as safe. Once he was happy, the
Superintendent indicated that he thought that he and
Mark Jamieson should be taken first to the mortuary to
check on the post mortem and then home by Mike
Rickwood. Mike was the only one of the three policemen
who had access to a vehicle and had been waiting at
the College for the other two to reach a decision
about what they wished to do. As they drove towards
the local mortuary, Mark said to his friend, the
Superintendent,

"Do you really think that there is a danger of another
killing, sir?'

"Well, Mark, there is a possibility that whoever
killed Paul did so because they overheard what he said
to young Peter Fowler. If so, that would put Peter in
danger, if the killer knew his identity. This was why
I have put the College wide security measures in
place. I don't want to alert the killer to that
suspicion."

"Are you ruling out the Principal as the killer,
then?"

"I'm not ruling anyone out at this stage, as you might
expect, Mark. I know you don't like him very much but
I look at it this way. Alex Scott-Brown has less
motive than others to kill. The effect of the murders
on the College finances could be devastating and
Colleges like Greymount can ill afford to lose
students and income. Alex knows that better than
anyone. So why kill?"

"I can assure you, sir, that I never let my personal
feelings interfere with my judgements but I wouldn't a
gay scandal also do damage to the school?"

"Yes, indeed, but the Principal has other ways of
dealing with that problem than killing people. He
could have encouraged Lawrence Miller to move to
another post in another College or School and the
senior boy concerned was about to leave at the end of
this term. Even if he learnt about the others, again
Bobby is leaving this term as well and a warning shot
across Peter Fowler's bows would probably have been
enough. We don't know that Peter has any other
experiences and as far as I know he hasn't found out
anywhere to meet others anyway. All in all, the gay
scandal does not seem to be a particularly strong
motive especially in light of the other consequences
that I already mentioned."

Mike listened silently to the discussion between the
two senior officers and felt, like Mark, that he was
forced to agree that the Superintendent's view had a
lot of merit. However, the Sergeant disagreed with the
Chief Inspector's assessment of Alex Scott-Brown. Mike
could see why Mark felt the way he did about the
Principal but the very manner and approach that so
turned the Chief Inspector off, was a key attraction
to parents. Of course, the Principal gave off an air
of cheerfulness in front of parents and dealt harshly
with the students but that was what being a teacher
was, in Mike's view, all about. The journey from the
College was not a long one and by now the car was
approaching the Hospital mortuary and Mike was looking
for somewhere to park. When they had stopped, Mark got
out first and Martin said as he got out,

"Have you ever been to an autopsy, Mike? You're
welcome to come with us if you would like to."

"No, never, sir and I'd quite like to if I may."

The three policemen walked into the mortuary and made
their way towards the room where the autopsy was being
performed and, after they had gowned up, they walked
in. The pathologist looked up and acknowledged the
arrival of the policemen and Mark introduced the
Superintendent and the Sergeant and explained why they
were there. Then with a curt acknowledgement, the
doctor continued with his work. A few moments later
the doctor turned and said to the Superintendent,

"Well I can tell you this, he was still alive when he
was in the bath. He drowned or was drowned where he
was found. I would suspect the killer either crept up
and forced his head under the water or the lifted his
legs so that he slipped under the water and was held
there until he died."

"Yes I suspected that he did not die in the showers.
There was no evidence of his body being dragged to the
bath. It's possible he never had a shower and that the
water noise was used by the killer to cover any noise
that he might make or any splashing he might make with
his flailing hands as he tried to escape. His towel
was positioned in such a way that he could have been
in either location but the pattern of water spillage
suggested more activity at or near the bath than would
be warranted by someone throwing him into the water
after killing him. Any signs of other injuries?"

"No, Superintendent, he looked to be a fit young man
and there are no signs of injury on his head or neck.
Nor was there any evidence that he was struck first
and dragged across the floor. All my evidence so far
agrees with what you said about him being found in the
bath and killed there. However you'll have my full
report later today."

Martin looked at his watch and realised that it was
now in the early hours of the morning and that, as
there was little more to be learnt at this stage from
the medical examination, the three of them were better
off going home and getting some rest. As a consequence
Martin led the way out of the mortuary and Mike drove
the three of them back home. Mark was the first to be
dropped off and he and Martin agreed that they would
meet early the following morning and that the
Superintendent would come over with Tom, who would
collect Harry and Simon at the same time. After they
had left Mark's house, Martin and Mike continued on
the journey in relative silence until they reached the
Superintendent's home. As he got out, Martin said to
Mike,

"Thanks for what you have done today and for the
evidence you've turned up. I think you deserve a rest
and so I'd like you to take tomorrow off and do some
work from home. First, can you talk to Freddy Eversley
and see if you can get any more information about
Lawrence Miller's previous history and then I will
arrange for the report of the team that did the
fingertip investigation of the tower to be sent to
you. Look through it and see if there's anything there
that might offer a clue to the identity of the killer.
Come back to work on Tuesday afternoon at the College.
If we need you before then or if you find something
that you think might be useful, we'll get in touch by
telephone."

"Thank you, sir. I could do with a rest I must admit
but I certainly will make sure that I give the two
tasks you've given me my best effort."

"I know you will. Goodnight, Mike."

"Goodnight, sir."

As Martin turned into the door of his apartment, Mike
drove off towards his own home, which was still
another few miles away. Martin entered the apartment
as quietly as possible and made his way in the dark to
the bedroom he shared with his partner, Tom. Uncertain
whether his lover was awake and unwilling to disturb
him if he was not, Martin got ready for bed in the
en-suite bathroom and then climbed into bed alongside
Tom. Martin snuggled up close to Tom and gave his
partner a gentle hug before laying back and drifting
off to sleep. Tom had not been asleep and had felt a
warm tingle pass through his body as the man he loved
cuddled close to him and gently caressed him.
Realising that Martin must be very tired, Tom took no
further action as he was also close to exhaustion and
wanted to allow them both time to rest. They each
would be up again early the next morning, Tom to
collect the children and take Martin to Mark's house
and then the two policemen would undoubtedly be away
to continue the investigation.

Although the roads had been relatively quiet it had
still taken Mike a further fifteen minutes to drive
back to his home after he had dropped off Martin. The
Sergeant was pleased that his superior officer had
given him the day off, even if he was still expected
to work from home. Mike let himself into the small
flat where he lived alone, except for the occasional
one-night stand, which had been infrequent in the past
few months. As he walked into his small living room
Mike carried with him the report of the forensic and
police examination of the College tower which he
placed on the table. Initially, Mike had intended to
make a start on reading the summary of the report
before he went to bed but he had hardly opened the
folder when sleep began to creep over him. Mike
realised that he was very tired it had been a very
long and exhausting day and he needed to get some
sleep. He would read the report as soon as he had got
up and telephoned Freddy Eversley. The young Sergeant
quickly pulled off his clothes and tumbled into bed
and was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the
pillow.

Mike woke later than he had hoped the following
morning and the sun was streaming in through the thin
curtains of his bedroom as he got up and walked slowly
to his bathroom for a shower. Afterwards as he sat in
loose fitting sweat pants and a T-shirt drinking a cup
of strong black coffee, Mike looked through the thick
dossier of the report on the investigation of the
tower. The folder contained detailed photographs and
descriptions of all the items found in the tower and
the Sergeant knew that it would take some time to
decide whether any of the items listed would be of
significance to the overall investigation. He decided
that he would look at that in more detail later and
stick to his original plan and telephone Freddy
Eversley as he had planned the night before. It was
not far from the table where his coffee was to the
ledge where the phone was positioned and so Mike was
quickly dialling Freddy's number. He had hardly had
time to finish dialling the number when a voice boomed
out of him,

"Freddy Eversley, here. Who's calling?"

"Hello, this is Mike Rickwood, Superintendent Roberts'
Sergeant. I don't suppose you remember me but the
Super asked me to ring."

"Remember you? Of course I do, my dear! I'd never
forget an attractive young man like you!! What does
your boss want then? Call me Freddy by the way, old
boy."

Well, er .. Freddy, the Superintendent wondered if you
could tell him anything more about Lawrence Miller,
you know, the teacher that was killed at Greymount
College. How you knew him, that sort of thing.
Anything that might help him see the fuller picture."

"Well I told Martin most of what I knew. He attended
several of my parties in the past when he was still a
student. I first met him in a gay sauna in Soho in
London he was a nice young man and was always game for
fun. He came to Eversley Hall several times but not
recently. I know the sauna is still open -- it's one of
my investments you know -- so he might have still gone
there. I'll get you the number and I'll call the
manager and tell him to expect you to want to speak to
him. Better still, why not pop in. There's nothing
like the opportunity to mix some business with
pleasure, eh what?"

Freddy gave Mike the number of the sauna and the
Sergeant wrote it down carefully before drawing the
conversation to a close,

"Thanks for your help, Freddy. I will try to stop by
the place later on if that's OK."

"I'm sure it will be fine, old boy and don't forget,
enjoy yourself while you're there if you get the
chance and I'm sure a good-looker like you will
certainly get that! Tell your boss it's about time
that he, Tom and their boys came over to see Brad and
me. Cheers for now."

Before Mike could respond the receiver went dead and
so the Sergeant went back to the kitchen table and
started to pore through the large dossier of evidence
from the tower. As he did so, Mike was uncomfortably
aware that there was something important about what he
was reading but he could not think or see what it was.
He looked at the detailed photographs and read the
analysis of what had been found and his mind began to
swim. Mike was annoyed because he knew he was missing
something in the report but he could work out what it
was. In desperation he decided to use a tactic he
often employed when doing crosswords and that was to
go away and do something completely different in the
hope that the solution would finally form in his mind
at a later time. Mike made himself another cup of
coffee and prepared to get dressed properly. He
decided to wear a favourite shirt and tight, figure
hugging jeans as a preparation for his proposed visit
to the Soho sauna. He was just about ready when the
telephone rang and this time it was the manager of the
sauna to say that he had been asked by Freddy Eversley
to arrange a time for Mike to come to Soho. The
manager suggested that if the Sergeant would like to
arrive in about an hour's time that would be
excellent. Mike readily agreed as he knew it would
take almost that long to travel from his home to
Central London.

Leaving the report reading unfinished, Mike left home
and travelled to Soho on the London Underground. To
his surprise he arrived quicker than he expected so
Mike wandered round the area which had long since lost
the sexual sleaziness, which had made it famous in
former times. There were still sex shops and other
businesses that catered to the many and varied tastes
of locals and visitors, but they were nowhere near as
abundant as they had been in the past. Nevertheless,
there was still something about this part of London
that caused a stir in Mike as, no doubt, it did in
other people who frequented the area. As he walked
through the narrow streets towards the road in which
the sauna was situated, Mike casually glanced in the
windows of the shops and wondered at the arrays of
goods that were on sale. Finally, only a few minutes
ahead of schedule, the Sergeant arrived at the
entrance to the sauna and went in. Inside there was a
solitary and rather sullen man sitting in reception
and he barely looked up as Mike approached. However,
when the Sergeant gave his name the young man looked
up and informed Mike that he was expected and
indicated the door that would lead to the manager's
office. The Sergeant walked through and knocked on the
door and entered. The manager was older than Mike had
expected and had apparently been in the post for
several years. As a consequence when he was shown the
photograph of Lawrence Miller he immediately
recognised him. The manager confirmed that Lawrence
had been a regular frequenter of the sauna but that,
as far as the manager knew, he had not visited the
sauna in the last two years and so he was regretfully
unable to give any further help. However, the manager
added, the Sergeant was free to stay in the club if he
wished as the guest of one of the owners, Freddy
Eversley.

Mike had half decided that he ought to go back and
re-read the report on the tower but the thought of
spending an afternoon relaxing in the sauna and maybe
more proved too much. This was, after all, his day off
as the Superintendent had already told him. Mike
readily accepted the manager's invitation and soon
found himself in a changing room along with a couple
of other older people getting changed and preparing to
enter the steam room or the sauna. The two older
patrons went off towards the steam room so Mike
decided to try the sauna. The older guys had looked
OK, but if he was going to have fun, Mike preferred to
do so with people nearer his own age and, in any case,
the other two had seemed more interested in each other
than in him.

When he got to the sauna the room was empty which was
slightly disappointing but Mike still climbed up and
placed his towel on the hot wooden boards having
thrown some more water on the hot coals. Mike found it
hard to breath freely at first but gradually adjusted
to the heat and relaxed as the sweat beads began to
form on all areas of his body and little rivulets ran
down onto the wooden seating beside him. Mike stayed
in the heat for a very short time before stepping out
and standing under the showers. The handsome young man
noticed two newcomers in the room and checked them
out. They were an interesting pair. The older one was
about Mike's age but his friend was much younger,
possibly still a teenager. Mike smiled at the two of
them as he walked back into the sauna. A few moments
later the door to the hot room opened and the two
newcomers entered together. The older man looked
straight at Mike and said in an accent that the
Sergeant could not quite place,

"You don't mind if we join you, do you?"

Mike shook his head and indicated that the two
strangers were welcome to join him. The older man came
in and sat at an angle that enabled Mike to get a full
view of his naked body and for the stranger to have an
equally good view in return. The older of the two
newcomers was quite tall and dark with a friendly face
and a long thin nose, dark eyes and thin lips. His
upper body was clean-shaven but his groin and legs
were hairy. The younger man sat close to his friend
and also in a position where he could see and be seen.
To Mike the younger man looked very young indeed,
possibly only a teenager. He was very thin and pale
with fair hair and blue eyes a small nose and thick
lips, which Mike thought looked good for sucking. The
young man's body was smooth and hairless except for a
few wispy strands around his groin. Mike gave the
other two a good look over and they also checked him
out and the Englishman noted that the older of the two
had a long thin prick that was, like Mike's, cut,
whereas the younger one was not, although it was
shorter and fatter. The Sergeant liked what he saw and
hoped that the feeling was mutual. After a few moments
of silence, Mike decided to break the ice,

"Hi, my name's Mike and I live and work here in
London."

The older of the other two grinned and said,

"Hi, Mike, I'm Johan, but most people call me Joh and
I'm from South Africa. Over here on holiday but also
hoping to find a job."

Mike thought that calling the older man Joh was rather
splendid as it summed him up although the Englishman
also hoped that he would get to do more than just J/O
with him. He then turned his attention to the younger
of the two newcomers who immediately responded to his
enquiring look,

"I'm Pavel and I'm from Poland, and I am over here
studying to improve my English."

Mike responded that he thought that Pavel's English
was very good and the youngster responded with a
slightly self-conscious and sheepish grin.
Introductions over, the three men began to check each
other over even more enthusiastically and, after a few
minutes, Joh moved closer to Mike and Pavel did the
same. The three men were now sitting in such a way
that they could each see and touch each other whenever
they wanted to. Mike noticed that the young Polish
boy's cock was getting hard and this sparked a
reaction in his own groin. Soon all three men were
sporting erections and it was only a matter of time
before someone else's hand was feeling one of the hard
dicks. Towels were abandoned and legs opened wider to
give better access so that each of the three could
explore the others more effectively. The heat and the
sweat made the skin feel slippery and heightened the
sensations of the explorations. Soon the three men
realised that if they wished to go further it might be
better to find somewhere more private and less
intensely hot. Mike was caressing the silky shaft of
Pavel's short but fat cock and Joh was exploring Mike
and being explored by Pavel when the y heard the South
African's twangy voice,

"This is great guys but I'd like to do this in a
smaller and cooler and more intimate place, especially
if we want to take this further which I guess, judging
by the state of our dicks we all do! Shall we look for
a private room here?"

Pavel nodded enthusiastically at the suggested and
said in his deep east European accent,

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I certainly
don't want to stop doing what I'm doing but would love
to go further than we can in this semi-public place."

Mike agreed and said,

"Well, I agree with both of you. I don't want to stop
with just a quick hand job and I suppose we could try
to find somewhere here or, if you like, you could come
back to my place. It's small but we would not be
disturbed. The only thing is that it's about 30
minutes away on the tube, if you can hold out that
long."

Pavel and Joh exchanged a glance and then looked back
at Mike and said, almost simultaneously, that they
accepted his kind offer. Slowly the three men gathered
their towels up and allowed their erections to decline
slightly before stepping out and going into the
showers. They quickly dried off and got dressed and
then all three left the sauna and headed to the
nearest Underground station. The journey took slightly
longer than had been expected as the train stopped
suddenly in a tunnel and waited there for about ten
minutes but very soon they were at the station nearest
to Mike's home and he indicated that they should get
out. From the station there was only a short walk to
Mike's front door and soon all three men were inside
his small basement flat. Once safely inside with the
curtains drawn tightly closed, it was not long before
the desire to get down to sexual activity overtook
them. Both of Mike's guests refused his offer of a
drink and decided that they wished to get down to
action straight away. Joh took command and indicated
that he wanted Mike and him to strip Pavel. The two
men stood either side of the young Pole and began to
run their hands over his slim firm body. Mike's hands
ran over the firm bulge in Pavel's tight jeans and
gave his cock a gentle squeeze and then felt Joh's
hand gently playing with the young man's balls. The
pair unbuttoned Pavel's shirt and their hands moved to
tease his nipples as they pulled the shirt off him and
exposed his smooth chest. Then Mike and Joh worked
their hands down to the Pole's tight jeans and slowly
eased the zip open and pushed the material off his
groin exposing his underwear that seemed to be filled
with his hard dick. Deftly, Joh snapped the underwear
off Pavel's hard, uncut cock, which bounced into view,
fully engorged. Pavel sat on the edge of the bed and
removed his shoes and socks and remaining clothes as
Joh and Mike began to strip each other. With the Pole
watching them intently the older pair removed their
shirts and then moved on to remove their jeans,
fondling each other's hard erections as they did so.

Soon all three were naked again and able to examine
each other even more closely than before. The sight of
the two quite different dicks that he saw in front of
him fascinated Mike. Pavel's was short and fat and the
foreskin was only half covering his cock head while
Joh's long, thin cut cock was completely bare of all
excess skin and the head seemed to spring out from the
end like an extension. Mike's own cut cock was not as
long as Joh's and had more loose skin, which bunched
slightly under the head. Pavel's cock was pale white
and the head a bright pinkish colour while Joh's was
dark and mottled in appearance and the head was a very
dark purple-red colour and Mike's was a uniform pale
colour along the shaft and head. Having taken a good
few minutes to remind themselves of what they each
looked at, it was time to get on with the action.
Pavel walked round and stood in front of Mike and then
lowered himself so that he could slip the length of
the Englishman's cock into his mouth and throat. Joh
also stood up and took up position behind Pavel and
having found some suitable lubricant had began to work
his fingers into the Pole's arse. Moments later the
South African used the lubricant to grease his the
length of his prick and then began to push the head of
his long thin cock slowly into the waiting entrance.
As this happened and the South African entered him
Mike felt the youngest member of the threesome sigh
with pleasure as the youngster's mouth and lips
continued to work their magic on the Englishman's own
prick.

Pavel was, as Mike had anticipated, a skilled sucker
of cock and knew how to use his talented mouth and
thick lips to best effect. The young Pole was able to
use his sucking action to bring Mike almost to the
heights of immediate orgasm and then equally skilfully
let him down again. While his prick was being given
such delightful stimulation, the Englishman had
reached out and was gently caressing the Pavel's
gently throbbing cock in time to the pounding that the
youngster's arse was receiving from Joh. The
Englishman felt the South African's hand join his in
playing with the young Pole's cock and balls and all
three began to work each other to climax. Nothing much
was said and the only sounds in the room were the
slurping of Pavel's tongue on Mike's cock and the
regular slapping of Joh's groin on the Pole's arse
cheeks as the South African speared him with his long
thin fuck stick. To this noise was added the regular
swishing of the pre-cum covered foreskin and shaft of
Pavel's cock being wanked and played with by the other
two and the occasional gasp and sigh from the two
older men that were filling the Polish boy's mouth and
arse. None of the three wanted this enjoyable fuck
session to reach a conclusion too quickly but
eventually and inevitably it had to.

After quite a long time, however, for once, Pavel
mistimed his oral control over the Englishman's dick
and Mike had to cry out that he was about to cum. The
Englishman began to push his cock deeper and faster
into the warm mouth and throat as the inevitable
climax began to build. As an immediate response the
Pole tightened the grip of his lips on the head of
Mike's cock as it fired several ropes of creamy spunk
onto his tongue and into his throat. As he drank
Mike's juices, Pavel pushed back hard to grind his
arse against the South African whose prick was buried
deep inside him. As Pavel tightened his grip on the
invading shaft Joh was being sufficiently stimulated
to pass the point of no return. Mike and Pavel could
hear Joh begin to breathe in a ragged fashion just
before the South African announced he was about to
shoot his load. Deep inside the Polish boy Joh's piss
slit widened and his shaft throbbed as he shot his
ball juice into the Pavel's tight, warm and waiting
arse. With the prick still deep inside him but
subsiding fast, Pavel stood up and pointed his own
cock at Mike's chest. As Joh pulled the skin clean off
the head of his dick, the Polish boy gave out a cry of
ecstatic relief as he erupted sending a shower of cum
into the air and all over the face and chest of the
waiting Englishman. Just as Pavel completed his
orgasm, Joh's cock emerged from his arse with a slight
but audible plop and the three exhausted young men
slumped onto the small bed. Mike had used his tongue
to lick some of the Polish jizz into his mouth and was
swallowing it greedily. However, Pavel also made sure
that he collected some of his ball juice from Mike's
face and chest and fed a portion to Joh and ate the
rest himself.

As they lay contentedly but cramped together Mike was
suddenly struck by a thought and he ought to ask Pavel
how old he was. The Pole looked very young and Mike
was concerned that he might even be under age, however
the Englishman was pleased to learn in answer to his
enquiry that the Polish boy was twenty and that he had
a lot of experience of gay sex. This question and the
answer proved to be the basis for some personal
revelations. While the three men lay back resting
after the strenuous sexual activity they had recently
engaged in, they each told the other a little bit
about themselves.

It turned out that, although Polish by birth, Pavel
had lived much of his life in Amsterdam and in a
country where attitudes to sex and age of consent were
far more relaxed. The young Polish boy had been
sexually active for almost seven years and had been
initiated into oral and anal sex by a family friend
who had taken him on a sight seeing trip during a
summer holiday. Pavel had enjoyed his sexual
experiences even more than the sight seeing and had
spent some of his free time cruising the red light
district of Amsterdam whenever he could. On a number
of these visits the young teenager had gained more
knowledge and experience of gay sex and learnt the
different techniques that would keep his lovers happy.
Pavel had met Joh in a pub in Amsterdam three days
earlier and they had gone back to the South African's
hotel and enjoyed a sexual encounter that first night.
They had then travelled to London the day after that
and had gone to the sauna on the lunchtime when they
met Mike in the hope of finding someone like him.

Joh, by contrast, said that he had been brought up in
a household, which was sexually conservative and
repressed. It was only when he was able to leave home
and go to study at university that he was able to
enjoy a fuller sexual life but even there his
experiences were limited. After graduation, Joh hand
finally left South Africa and travel that this had
enabled him to indulge his sexual interest much more
fully and, the South African added with a smile, he
had not lost much time after that. He had enjoyed
several encounters with men of different races and
colours before coming to Europe. He had travelled
through Greece and Italy and had finally arrived in
the Netherlands where he had met Pavel and they had
become travelling companions.

Mike explained that when he was growing up he had
tried to pretend to himself and others that he was
straight. Unlike Joh, even at University Mike said
that he had felt unable to give way to his true
feelings. He had had a few casual encounters but
nothing really serious and he had only really admitted
his sexuality when he had been invited to join the
special group in the Police Force led by Martin
Roberts that investigated gay and gay-related crimes.
After that, he had been quite active although work was
sometimes a problem and people often found having a
relationship with a gay policeman difficult. However
Mike liked to think that what he did in the privacy of
his own home was his own business and should remain so
for so long as it did not interfere with his work.
Mike's two guests had themselves been slightly taken
aback to learn that Mike was in the Police Force but
were reassured by his last remarks and by his
enthusiastic participation in the sexual activity they
had all enjoyed. The three men felt rested by now and
Joh and Pavel began to sit up and look around again.

This time, when Mike asked if they wanted a drink and
something to eat, the Pole and the South African
accepted the invitation. Mike was not sure whether
they would be ready to have another round of sexual
fun before the other two left but took it as a good
sign that neither of the two guests mentioned putting
their clothes back on. The three young men sat around
on the floor eating a scratch cold meal that Mike had
cobbled together and drinking a bottle of white wine.
Once this was finished, the Polish boy came and sat
much closer to Mike and began to fondle his still
flaccid cock. He smiled at his host and said,

"I love the velvety feel of the head of a cut cock.
Come on Joh sit next to me and let me fondle two
lovely prick heads at the same time!!"

Joh moved in on Pavel's other side and the boy used
both hands to fondle and caress the head and then the
hardening shafts of the other two cocks. Mike began to
respond and return the favour by gently playing with
the young Pole's cock and balls. Pavel opened his legs
as wide as possible and encouraged Mike to explore
further and allow space for Joh's hand to caress his
now quite hard cock shaft. Mike found Pavel's still
well lubricated arse hole and as he put his finger
inside he felt the remaining stickiness from Joh's
earlier deposit. Joh winked at Mike and said,

"There's nothing to beat sloppy seconds and Pavel
would love nothing more than to be fucked by two cut
cocks on the same day. You shouldn't need much
lubrication either!! Isn't that true, Pavel?"

Pavel responded with a spontaneous cry of delight at
such a prospect and said enthusiastically,

"Yes, please. Fuck me with that cut English cock. I
like to feel your short fat prick inside me just like
I liked the feel of Joh's long thin cut prong
earlier!!"

As he spoke, Pavel waggled his arse so that Mike's
fingers went even deeper inside him. For the second
round of sexual activity the positions of earlier were
reversed and the randy young Pole began to suck Joh's
cut cock head into his mouth as he encouraged the
Englishman to enter him from behind. Despite the fact
that the head of his cock was larger than the South
African's cock head had been, Mike found that he had
no trouble in pushing his engorged head into Pavel's
still greasy hole. The Pole took the thick head of
Mike's prick inside him with comparative ease and soon
the Englishman felt his shaft slide all the way in and
his stomach make contact with the youngster's arse
cheeks. Mike began to slowly push in and out of the
well-greased love channel gradually increasing the
speed of his thrusts. Meanwhile Pavel's mouth had
completely engulfed the whole of Joh's long thin cock
and he was working his tongue and lips up and down it
in a rhythmical way. As before there was little noise
in the room except for the occasional grunting and
sighing sounds of sexual pleasure being given and
received. This time also the three men were aware that
time was getting on and the other apartments in the
building would soon be welcoming home their occupants
all of whom were straight and would have been
disturbed to find that their respectable Police
neighbour indulged in gay sexual activities.

The three men did not want to hurry but it was clear
that they could not linger too long over the mutual
pleasure they were giving and receiving from each
other. As he fucked the tight but welcoming hole,
Mike's hand had worked round to grasp Pavel's fat
shaft and was wanking the lower end of it. The
Englishman made sure that the skin was pulled back off
the Polish boy's cock head and that his up stroke
teased the youngster's sensitive skin just below the
glans. From experience with other uncut partners, Mike
knew that doing this would cause shock waves to run
down Pavel's cock each time he teased the sensitive
area. At the same time, Mike's prick shaft made
regular contact with the Pole's prostate and caused
the youngster's fat shaft to throb as well. Mike was
determined that Pavel would reach his orgasm first and
so it turned out. After several moments of exquisite
agony the young Pole let out a slight cry and Mike
fucked him deeper than ever and felt the youngster's
shaft shudder as Pavel's angry piss slit opened. The
young Pole cried out with joy as he shot his second
load of hot jizz this time all over Joh's legs. The
shock of the hot spunk hitting his body set Joh's fast
approaching orgasm into an irresistible and
overwhelming need to cum and within seconds the South
African let out a quiet cry of pleasure as he blasted
away deep into Pavel's eagerly swallowing throat. The
sight of Joh's upward and urgent thrusts into the
young Pole's mouth and throat was all Mike needed and
he too gave a quiet but pleasurable sigh as his prick
deposited his second load deep inside the Pole's
bowels. Slowly, Mike's dick began to soften and slide
out of the very greasy and sticky love channel and the
three partners disentangled themselves and slumped
back down again onto the bed. This time their lust was
fully satisfied and their balls were spent.

Once again as they lay back close together Mike asked
if either of the others wanted anything to eat or
drink but this time Joh indicated that he thought that
he and Pavel needed to get back to Central London.
Mike understood at once and watched silently as the
two randy guests began their preparations to leave.
The Englishman offered his guests a towel and use of
the shower before they got dressed and this offer was
gratefully accepted. The two men went separately into
the tiny shower in the bathroom and Mike made small
talk with the other guest in a slightly self-conscious
way. After both Joh and Pavel had showered and put
their clothes back on all three men exchanged contact
details and promised each other to stay in touch,
although each of them knew that this was highly
unlikely to happen. Mike walked to his door with the
departing guests and as he showed them out he
indicated the way to the nearest Underground Station.
As he was closing the door, Mike noticed Pavel reach
into the back pocket of his jeans and take out a
packet of cigarettes, put one to his lips and light
it.

It was at this moment that Mike realised what it was
about the report on the evidence found in tower that
had so disturbed him. In all the detailed account of
what had been found in the building there was not a
scrap of evidence related to smoking. There was no
report of cigarette end, matches or even traces of
tobacco. Mike went back to re-read the report in order
to double check even though he was absolutely certain
that what he originally thought to be the case was
true. Satisfied that he was right, after a second
reading of the report, Mike decided that he needed to
tell his superiors about this discovery straight away.

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