"Is Helping The Police..." ; by (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mm

I lay on my bed thinking about the summer. My choices were stark, none of them good. I could go and stay with Grandma at Weston-super-Mare: the beach was attractive, but I would have to be nice to her for weeks, and in any case I didn't have any friends there and kids can be very cliquey. Or I could go off to camp in the Welsh Hills: father's employers, a Bank, ran a summer camp there for its workers all across Europe. That might be good, and I had enjoyed it last year. Or I could stay at home: but that meant putting up with David, a real menace. He's my brother, twelve, two years younger than me, and a real pain in the bum. That's what my parents wanted as they could leave me alone to look after David when they went off to their political conference, Blackpool this year.

'Carl.' That was him again at my bedroom door, managing as usual to get a long whining note into his voice. 'Carl, can I have the Rings.' No "please" of course. He wanted my Playstation Lord of the Rings. He'd got his own games, but was always wanting mine. Chances were he'd lose it or break it or something, and it would be a real sod getting it back from him.

'Go away.' I was shouting through the door as I'd told him if I ever saw him in my room I'd give him a good bashing.

'Why not?' Again that horrible whining.

'Piss off!'

'I'll tell mother!'

Now he would go down stairs complaining I wouldn't share, that it 'wasn't fair', and mother would come up, ball me out and tell me to give it to him: she'd do anything for an easy life. I could not face seeing the look of triumph on his face if that happened so I opened the door, shoved it into his hand wordlessly, and closed the door on him.

I lay on the bed. Could have a wank, I suppose: not had one since early morning. I reached under my bed for the magazine and opened it. The photograph of the athletic guy with a big hard cock was familiar: too familiar. I needed to get some new wank-books. Perhaps Avram would let me have another one if I asked him nicely. He had some much more hard core, sucking and fucking while this one was just guys posing.  He wouldn't tell me where he got them : I knew the Saturday Market bookstall had some wank books but the guy always leered at me. I would not have minded that if he was good-looking, but he was a scruffy old git....I didn't fancy him though he obviously had a yen for me! My cock went hard at the thought of Avram, my best friend. I was about to jerk off when mother called up that dinner was ready.

We only sit down to a family dinner Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. the rest of the week it is "help yourself from the fridge and heat it in the microwave", eaten probably watching television or on the computer. Mother was on a "health food" jag at the moment, and it was a salad: a complicated salad with chicken, olives and things in it, but still just a salad.

We had just finished when the doorbell rang: father went to answer it, and then came back with four burly men. One of them flashed a badge at mother. They behaved as if the house was their own.

'We are from the Child Protection Unit. I am Detective Inspector Sam Evans, and my colleagues are Detective Inspector Rob Elroy, Detective Sergeant Phil Browne and Detective Constable Andy Crawford. Please send the boys to their room while we tell you what this is about.'

They even looked like policemen, big and burly, even the constable who was the youngest of them but still broad-shouldered and looked very strong. And they all had the same black, polished shoes and identical charcoal grey suits, and I immediately thought of The Godfather for some reason. You would not mess with these guys, who were obviously hard nuts. They may have been in "civies" but they might as well have been in uniform.

DC Crawford had already, unbidden, switched the television off (father liked to have Sky News on while we ate: anything rather than conversation!), and was fiddling around at the back of it plugging a laptop into another bit of equipment, and then into the television.

At the head of the stairs David told me his theory. 'They've come for Mum and Dad because of the marching and stuff. Dad's always going on about the fascists in the government and now they've had enough and come to sort him out. Probably think he's a dangerous terrorist. But he's all mouth, isn't he? Calls himself an anarchist and works for a bank! I ask you!'

'You're daft. It's not against the law to protest. Not yet any rate.'

'I bet you!'

In the event, David was not so far wrong as you will see.

Of course I wondered what was going on, and it was only later that Sam Evans told me about it, and so I can record it here.

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'So what's the Child Protection Unit when it's at home?' Mother could never know when to be polite and respectful and when to go on the offensive. Also uniforms, and government officials were the red rag to the bull for her.

'Just that, Mrs Hapgood. We protect children, by catching the men that prey on them. You seem very quiet, Mr Hapgood. Anything you should tell us before Andy here puts on the tape?'

My father just shook his head, looking worried.'

The four officers, a man and his wife stood watching the film, which was in colour and crystal clear. 

'That's the Ring Road. And that's our car!' Mother then shut up as our Range-Rover with its distinctive blue flashes down the side drew up a few yards past a small group of youths loitering on the grass verge. One of them broke away from the group, threw his cigarette end down, and went over to the car, leaning against the open window, the camera lingering a moment on his tanned legs and white shorts stretched across a hard little bottom. 

'Good looking boy! Looks a bit like your eldest don't you think, Mr Hapgood? About the same age I should think. What would you say, Mr Hapgood, thirteen? Fourteen at the most?' That was Inspector Elroy. 'You feeling all right, Mr Hapgood? You look a bit pale.'

There had been no sound as the car drew up to the kerb, but now the sound was on.

'How much?'

'For what?'

'I'll want to suck you.'

'And?'

'That's all. I want cock.'

'Twenty five. Where?'

'In the parking at Stanhope. Get in.'

The film cut now, and picked up the car again cruising slowly into a wooded parking lot, now nearly dark as evening drew in. Some sort of light-enhancement technology was used to show zoomed-in-close the interior of the car, though the colour was very nearly black and white now.  The driver, you could clearly see it was Mr Hapgood, cut the engine and immediately was fiddling with the blonde boy's belt and zip. The boy was not wearing underpants, sensibly perhaps given the way he earned his living, and his cock stood about five inches tall, slender and with a 'cut' knob pink at the end of the white shaft. If there was any hair, it was blonde and very fine as yet. He lifted his arse so the man could slip the trousers down clear of thighs. Hapgood had his own cock out now, erect, and gave it a couple of rubs before leaning over the boy to take that flaring knob between his lips. One hand cradled the boy's tight ball-sack, or sometimes stroked his smooth, elegant thighs while the other jerked up and down his own cock.

The boy lifted the man's head off, and said something: there was no sound on the film now, but it was easy to lip-read as Hapgood swore. He reached round to his hip pocket for his wallet, counted off the notes and handed them over. The boy shoved them into a trouser pocket, down by his ankles, smiled, and guided the man's head back to his cock. 
The camera had zoomed in further and the climax was shown in close-up, head bobbing up and down on cock, the boy's legs tensing and straightening as the cum mounted in his shaft, and then the man franticly swallowing, still bobbing up and down, as the boy came in his mouth, a dribble of bubbly foam escaping to drip down his chin. The camera panned out a bit and filmed Hapgood coming seconds later, spunk splattering up and onto the car's dash-board.

'Oh! Charles! How could you?'

'Tale it easy Mrs Hapgood. Bit of give and take in a marriage is a good idea don't you think?' This was Inspector Elroy again.

Inspector Sam Evans then cut in. 'Cast your mind back, Mrs Hapgood, nearly fifteen years to your Party Conference at Eastbourne. You had only been married a few months, but there was a speaker from Sweden, handsome Nordic type called Sven Ragnarsson. Remember him? Yes I bet you do. No video of those happy rendezvous of course, but we have witness statements and so on. You must have wondered, Mr Hapgood, why you, your wife and your younger son all have Mediterranean good looks, dark and sultry, but your oldest son is tall and blonde...'

'Oh! Wilma! How could you?' The tone of his voice exactly echoed his wife a few moments before.

'Now, now, Mr Hapgood. No sarcasm and a bit of understanding, please. Not all the delegates at that sort of nonsense are as serious about it as you are. By the way, Mrs Hapgood, we do have a short holiday film from Weston-super-Mare in the Spring this year. Shows you doing a spot of gardening for your mother. Would you like to see it?'

'Oh no. Please, no.' She blushed bright red.

'I'd like to see it.'

'Of course you would, Mr Hapgood, and I'm sure my officers would enjoy watching the boy again. Put it on, please, DC Crawford.' 

My mother sat with her head in her hands but peeking at the film through her fingers, like a child watching a horror movie. It started with a woman, my mother, standing on a rickety wooden step-ladder so she could reach up with shears to trim the top of a tall front hedge. A boy in school uniform came along the pavement, kicking a stone along it as he walked. Mother was deadly pale again now, and looked as if she might faint or be sick or something. The officers took no notice.

'Johnny, can you give me a hand for a moment, please.'

'Happy to, Mrs Hapgood.'

'I'm a bit wobbly here. Can you hold the steps for me, please.'

The boy braced the steps. He was short and stocky, and had the same dark colouring as the woman. The steps still wobbled as she reached out and over the hedge.

'That's no good, is it? I think you'd better hold my legs, if you would, Johnny, please.'

It was still Spring and despite the sun there was a nip in the air, so she was wearing stockings, hold-ups the boy discovered as he grasped her thighs to steady her.

'That's better!'

The camera showed the boy's cock making a bulge in his grey flannel shorts, and then, as she reached out for the final sprig to cut, she seemed to slip a bit. Her dress rode up, and the boy found his face was crushed in against her black satin and lace panties: the panel at the front was so thin as to be transparent. He held onto her legs all the tighter, and the camera showed his nose nuzzled in against the panties, tight so her cunt-lips were clearly outlined.

'That's nice, Johnny. you're making me quite hot.' She threw the shears to the ground, reached down with both hands, and held his head pushing it even harder against her crotch. Opening her legs slightly she allowed his nose to rub up against her clit. 'Now that really does feel good, Johnny....but better on the grass I think.'

They lay together on the grass, and she opened his flies. The cock was small, but hard. The policemen and her husband watched as she squatted over him, pulled her panties to one side, and sank down onto his shaft.He came quickly, but probably she did not. The clip ended as she raised herself from him, licked his cock clean, and pushed it back in his pants.

'And that wasn't the last was it, Mrs Hapgood? We have five other clips from that holiday. You certainly made a man of that boy, eh? But to be serious, you seem to have the same legal problem as your husband. Sex with a minor is automatic prison, of course, though unlike his lawyer yours will probably argue that behind a hedge is not a public place. A car-park certainly is, Mr Hapgood, and is worth a year or two more on the sentence I should think. Prison is not a bowl of cherries for sex-offenders, you know: the prisoners take all sorts of liberties with them I fear. The men have a specially hard time....sore bottoms most of the time if you get my meaning, and in and out of the medical block for injections, social diseases as they call them. And those wardresses in the women's prisons! Dreadful dykes some of them, and sadists too.' 

DI Elroy now took over again. 'But in some ways that is not the worst of our suspicions and your problems. We have to ask ourselves what a man and wife who are willing to indulge in sex with under-age boys, might have inflicted on their own sons, both if I may say so very attractive teenagers. More especially, of course, as we have some more quite disturbing footage. I think you should call the eldest boy, Carl, down to watch it with us.

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David, who had been hanging about at the top of the stairs with me, came down as well even though he had not been invited. Typical!

I thought both my parents looked pale and worried, and imagined they had over-stepped the mark with their protests against the Government, leaflets, letters meetings, marches and all that, bringing this lot of heavies down on them. I was in no way prepared for the ordeal I was about to undergo. 

They sat us both on the settee, while mother, father, and the four detectives stood behind and around us. DI Crawford started the tape.

'Oh no!' I heard myself whisper as the camera showed two bicycles propped together gleaming in the early summer sun, and in a place and at a time I recognised and remembered only too well. Now the camera panned across the attractive scenery of the heathland to a secluded grassy patch under a big oak tree, among the gorse bushes. Two boys were sitting, propped against the trunk of the tree, and had it seemed just finished some sandwiches and cokes. The empty bottles lay beside them.

'Oh no. Please no.' I knew what was coming next, but the video played on. The blonde boy reached in his small rucksack and took out a magazine. The two boys huddled together as I (the blonde boy was me of course) I leafed through the pages. The camera showed a close-up of one page where I stopped leafing: it was the one that had since become my favourite, the big hairy guy with his hard cock silhouetted against the sky. There was a jerkiness in the film, where a bit had been cut probably, and then there were the two of us both wanking away. The film showed me lean over and grasp his cock, and then bend my head down over it to suck his pretty, cut cock-head. He had his shorts down to his knees now, and I had rolled his shirt up to expose his chest and pretty, brown nipples.

'No, It wasn't like that, really. It wasn't like that at all.' I guessed I looked as pale as my mother now. It was dreadful, but the video just played on, showing me sucking, and then pulling the boy's head down onto my cock for him to suck me. As he sucked, I pulled my shirt up over my head, and off.

Again I could see the film had been cut (but I knew what actually happened so it was easy to see). Now we were both naked, sucking and fondling each other. We both seemed to come, him first and then me. The film ended with me licking my lips.

We need to question your son, Mr Hapgood. there are several offences here. Sex with a minor of course, though there is some mitigation that he is a minor too. Sex in a public place: no mitigation for that. And the film clearly shows he was the instigator, seducing and corrupting the other boy. Probably a few years in a young offenders' unit I should think.

'But it wasn't like that. The film is not right! It wasn't like that.' I was close to tears, shame and anger.

'You'll get your chance later at the Department. The film doesn't lie. Mr Hapgood, We're going to need to interrogate the boy to find out where he learned to have oral sex at such a tender age, who gave him that magazine, and whether he has been abused in the home. He has a computer?'

Father nodded. 'Laptop. In his bedroom'.

'DI Crawford, will you go and secure it, please?'

'We will take him to the Department now. You have the right to accompany him, but not to be present when we question him as to put it bluntly you and your wife are both suspects. DI Crawford ought to take your computer as well, Mr Hapgood, to see whether we can add downloading or making paedophile images to the eventual charge sheet. You look unwell, Mr Hapgood. Stuff on the computer that shouldn't be, perhaps? On the other hand, it might be best for you to stay here and spend some time cleaning the computer  up, before DI Crawford gets his hands on the hard drive. You're in deep enough shit already, without that, and it would only complicate the case for us as well.There, that's an offer, isn't it.'

'We'll stay here. Will you bring him back tomorrow? I have never laid a hand on him'. 

'Nor me.' That was mother. 'Yes, we'll stay here. Need to look after David in any case.' My two parents, like me were in shock. David was probably enjoying this, with no thought of the implications for his own comfort!

'Yes! That boy should not have been here to see the film....'

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And that was that. 

They were none too gentle as they hauled me across the pavement, and I felt the cold, still in my sweat-shirt and white sports shorts, as they had not thought to let me put on a jacket or anything.

Their car was a big black saloon with darkened windows, and it was warm inside without being hot. I sat in the back seat crushed between the two Detective Inspectors while the Sergeant sat beside DC Crawford, who drove away.

We had scarcely left my street before they started on me. Sam Evans fiddled with the belt on his trousers and then with the zip. His cock reared up, released from his clothes, as big and fierce looking as the guy in my favourite photograph. Despite everything and despite my fear, I felt my own cock stiffen. Deep inside me I had longed to see an adult erect cock for real, and not just a photo, and in my nightly masturbation had imagined handling, and even kissing one. My head was gripped by a massive, hairy paw, and forced down onto that fiery red prick. These were policemen! What was going on? The cock-head was in my mouth, and the pressure of the hand now on the back of my neck forced the knob further and further towards the back of my mouth. I gagged when it touched my throat. Avram's cock had never gone as far down as that! I was still hard, and I wanted to touch my own cock as I sucked this man-sized prick, but I dared not.

Then I felt hands on my naked flesh, up under my shorts.

'Hey! The little rascal is hard. I swear he's rock hard, Sam. Now that's a surprise.'

'And a pleasant one, Rob. Must be a natural. Watch your teeth, boy. No teeth, just tongue and lips. That's better, suck that cock and lick the front of it.'

The hand up inside my shorts was now grasping my cock. The car drove on through the early evening, and I guessed we were headed for the centre of town. I was in a daze. how could policemen be doing this to me? And now Inspector Browne was pulling my shorts down: they would not go over my trainers, so he pulled those off, and my shorts joined them on the floor. I could feel two hands on my body now, feeling me all over, stroking and squeezing.

'Lovely body, Sam. You picked a good one here, and gay too! What a lovely hard cock he's got.'

Sam Evans groaned, and I swear I could feel his cock get even bigger in the second before he came, filling my mouth with cum, thicker, silkier, more copious than anything my friend Avram had given me when we played together. I was in a daze, frightened, but still terribly excited by all this.

He pulled his cock from my mouth, stuffed it away, still hard, and zipped up again. I was naked from the waist down, and Sam Evans now pulled my shirt up over my head so I was completely naked. 'We'll need this for evidence, boy. See whether forensic can find your father's cum on it.'

'He never touched me.'

'That's good. I like loyalty in a boy. If you were mine, sonny, I'd touch you all right, have you every bloody night! You're too pretty to resist!'

'Bloody right, Sam, and for one, I'm not going to resist.'

'Nor me!' That was the Sergeant who had been watching in the interior mirror.

'You see, Carl, we're not ordinary coppers. Oh no! When they wanted four officers to man this unit they needed special skills, so they chose us on the principle of "set a thief to catch a thief", poachers turned gamekeepers. We're all four of us paedophiles, sonny. We all of us like the little boys, though DC Crawford goes for little girls as well. Makes it easier for us to infiltrate their groups, and we're ace at spotting under-age boys who are already having sex. Like you, Carl. we had you spotted immediately we started watching your mum and dad. There's a boy who likes cock, I said, and I wasn't far wrong was I? lovely hard, cock, and nice little erect nipples. You're a sexy lad aren't you? And so is your little friend: we want to talk to you about him!'

I did not need to reply as the car had turned into a building and was going down a tight spiral into an underground carpark. There were a few other cars there, but no people. It smelled stuffy after the air-conditioned car, the air warm and dry. An electric motor hummed somewhere.

Sam Evans carried me, naked, under his strong arm, and DC Crawford brought my clothes in a bundle. The lift was carpeted, and I was dumped on it as the doors closed and we went up and up and up. Sam Evans held one of my arms and DC Crawford the other. The Inspector was running his fingers through my hair and feeling the muscles in my arm, while the Constable had his free hand on my bottom, squeezing and fondling me.

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The lift stopped and opened immediately into a large room with several desks and filing cabinets, computers everywhere. The light was fierce and white from round neon fixtures set into the ceiling. It was an office of some sort, carpeted and very tidy and clean, as if it was not used very much, I thought. In the centre of it was a long, low wooden bench in front of which four office chairs, black leather and stainless steel. I was sat on the bench and three of the policemen sat in the chairs. Inspector Rob Elroy stood in front of me: I could see his cock bulging hard under the black suiting just in front of my face, and wondered if I would be forced to suck him off too. He looked as if he would have a big one as well....

But he stepped back and spoke to what was obviously a camera set in the ceiling.

'Preliminary interrogation of juvenile David Hapgood, October twelfth 2007, 21-06 hours. She looks good, your mother, in her black lacey, satin underwear doesn't she, Carl?'

'No! I mean I don't know....' The question was so gross, so aggressive, so impossible that I could scarcely find an answer.

'Look at me, boy, when I'm talking to you.' His voice was harsh, and I looked up from the carpet meeting his eyes, screwed up and, I thought full of violence and cunning, and, yes, lust. 'Feels good, too, when she gives you those little good-night cuddles, eh? Warm flesh, and tight shiny satin over her arse? Make your cock hard does it, when she does that?' My speculation about the bully's penis had already made mine hard, and it stood out embarassingly, telling them all that I was aroused. But not, I hoped they would think, not by the thought of my mother....

'No. She never! I mean she....' What I wanted to say was she cuddled me sometimes, but never in that way, never in her lingerie. 

He took a step towards me and held my chin in his fist, making me look him in the eye. 'And I suppose she never had you put your cock into her wet, warm pussy like the boy in the video.'

'No sir....'

He let go my face. 'Because you're gay aren't you, Carl. Only want cock, not pussy. Dream about hard cock and tight male arses, not fleshy, round girls' bums and firm, round tits.'

'I think I'm gay, sir.'

'Good. We're beginning to get somewhere now! When did you last see your father naked?'

'It was at the beach, in the summer, when he was changing, sir.'

'And he looks good, does he? Real tasty? A boy's wet dream? Look at me, boy! You've seen him with his cock hard? He's had you handle it for him, sucked you off like the rent boy in his car? Lucky Dad to have a gay son!'

'No, sir, he never....'

'Don't think you can bamboozle me, boy, pull the wool over my eyes. You're gay, he's into boys. There was sex, must have been.' 

'Truly, sir. I promise...'

'Show him, DC Crawford.'

THe youngest of cops got up from his chair, took the three steps over to us, unzipped and took out his cock. It was huge, longer than any of the cocks in Avram's books, broader, and with a knob coming to a point like some red spear. He shook it inches from my nose, pulled my head into his crotch, and I could smell urine where he had been careless pissing.

'DC Crawford likes tight little holes. Little girls' pussies, but most of all little boys' arses. We don't let him have many though, Carl, because he's just too big, strong and violent. He forgets he's fucking a little boy and just tears into him, leaving a bloody mess. Literally bloody. Says he likes to feel his cock sliding in the boy's hot blood. Ten minutes under that cock, and it's months in the hospital getting it stitched up again. You mess with me, boy, and I'll give you to him right here, over this bench. Now, when did your father first have sex with you? How old were you?'

I was petrified. I had sometimes dreamed of a cock in my arse, like in Avram's mag, but not like this, not this great red weapon tearing holes in my anus. 'I'll tell you anything, sir, do anything. But not that....'

'So when was it?'

'He never, sir, and I never thought of him that way either.'

'Let's try another tack, then. Who was the boy you seduced in the video? His name, Carl?'

I did not want to shop my friend, but I had no choice: either that or terrible torture to my sensitive bottom. 'It's Avram Cohen, sir. And the film doesn't show it like it really was. It was his idea, not mine. If there was any seducing it was me that was seduced.'

'Maybe! Bring the little boy in now.' The two men returned to their chairs, leaving me sobbing on the bench, aware I had betrayed my best friend. A man in nurse-type uniform appeared momentarily at the door, and Avram, seeing me ran over to the bench and hugged me.

'Oh, Carl, I'm so sorry. I had to tell them your name. I had no choice. They said they would have that one there do me in the bum and split...'

'It's all right, Avram. I had to tell them yours, too. It's not right all this....policemen....'

We were hugging each other for comfort, and I could see Avram, like me, had been sobbing.

For both of us it was the shame of betrayal an not the sexual situation....

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Sam Evans got up and was pacing up and down in front of us.

'We believe you, Carl, but your father and mother are in deep trouble in any case. I reckon you will go from here straight into care tomorrow, along with Avram and your brother, and your parents are certain to be remanded in custody.' He paused. 'Unless....' He paused again. 'Unless... There's something you two can do for us.'

'Anything, sir'. Both of us together.

'Child Protection Unit is just our little paedophile joke. In fact our job is to collect the dirt on extremists like Mr and Mrs Hapgood, and Mr Cohen, and shut them up. The government has had it's fucking skinful of these protests, pamphlets, marches, banners, and all that crap, and we are part of the effort to silence it all. They don't give a toss about paedophiles, in fact, unless it can be used to stop this movement in its tracks. You can help us.' He was all smiles now, but Sam Evans was always the "nice guy", leaving the others to be the "hard ones".

'Please, sir.' 

DC Crawford here is going to make a few videos and put them in various places on the internet. Specialised porn sites. But each one will have some special coding hidden in it that will report back to this office exactly who downloaded it. Our computer data-base will then compare that person (usually male but not always) with our list of known trouble makers, and when it finds a match we descend on them, take away their computer and get the proof of the crime.It will be a simple job then to shut them up, drop their protests etc. Get it? We can silence them just like we'll silence your Mum and Dad, but much easier. It took an age to get those videos. This will be simple and can be done mostly from the Department here and mostly by computer processing. You and Avram will make one of the films for us. OK?

'Yes, sir.' Both of us together!

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A screen across the corner of the room opened with an electric motor, and behind it was made to look like a teenager's bedroom. Film poster of Harry Potter stuck on the wall, two Man U flags and a full-length,  full-size photo of David Beckham in his tight, white Armani underpants, bronzed, hairless, sexy, and with a lovely bulge. It was a big bed, but not quite a double. 

'We just want you two boys to do what you usually do together while I film you.'

It was nice to lay on the crisp topsheet and cuddle Avram. and we soon forgot about DC Crawford who was walking round the bed with his huge camera, taking footage from every possible angle. This was to be the last time I ever saw Avram, but even now I can remember how beautiful the sex was.  

'It'll be all right, Carl. I know it will.'

He Kissed me and in that instant I forgot our troubles as his tongue entered my mouth. We were hugging each other tight, and I could feel his cock pressed against me, my own cock laying alongside it and pressed against him. His leg pushed between mine, and I closed my legs on it, gripping hard: I felt my free leg gripped by his too, and I had my tongue in his mouth. His skin was silky and smooth as I stroked and caressed it, and he was fondling me.

As usual I let Avram take the lead in our love-making, and felt his lips on my nipples, his tongue circling them and making them tingle. I knew they would be standing upright and hard for him. He nibbled them and I squeaked as it hurt a bit. But was good, and I held his head in place, my hands in his wiry hair. Then he was lower down, licking round my navel, and I knew in seconds he would be onto my cock: he always was. We had made love a dozen times by now and there was really no need to say anything: each knew what the other liked, and what he liked doing to the other. And Avram liked sucking my cock: but first he always licked my balls, and I felt the point of his tongue tickling me there. I giggled. In a moment or two I would have his cock and balls too. I always did! A kiss on the tip of my cock, and then the warmth of his mouth around it, and the pleasure of my shaft slipping beteween his lips, deep into his mouth. 

'Me too, Avram. I want your cock, too.'

I had to pull my cock from his mouth to turn round on the bed, but no sooner had I laid back beside him again than my shaft was in that warm wetness again, his tongue fluttering up and down the front of it as we both loved. 

I stroked his thighs, especially the soft, latino-tanned inside where the skin was so silky and fine. His balls were tight in their sack today: I loved them best when they were like that, and I made the skin tighten even more as I licked them while I held his cock. Avram was cut, of course, and because of him I have gone through life with a preference for cut cocks. I like all (or nearly all!) cocks, but the sight of a circumcised knob always gets me to my knees to suck. I held it gently and stared at it, thinking how fine it was, standing so proud, so mysteriously exciting. A tiny drop of fluid appeared in the eye and I touched it with my tongue, lifting the little tear-drop. I am now so pleased I took a moment to learn the contours of Avram's cock and his little balls, as I could not have known at that moment that this was to be the last time I ever saw him.

'Come on, Carl! You know what I want...'  His mouth returned to its pleasant task.  

I heard him groan with pleasure as I slowly slid his cock between my lips and deep into my throat. I held it with my lips round the base of it, as far down as they would go, and fluttered my tongue up and down the front and especially the half inch below his knob, where it is most sensitive. Immediately I felt Avram doing the same to me. It is nice playing with a boy when you have had enough sessions to know exactly what each other most enjoy, and we had that confidence in each other. There was no need to talk...difficult in any case when doing a sixty nine!

After a few minutes Avram rolled over on top of me, my cock still in his mouth. I liked this because I liked to feel his weight on me, and above all I could have one hand on his smooth back, and the other on his silky bottom, stroking and fondling while he fucked my mouth. Because that is what he was doing. My cock rested still in his mouth while his hips moved up and down, forcing his cock between my lips. Then he allowed my cock to slip from his mouth, and he was fucking me hard and fast. I knew he would soon come: usually he would forget to suck me when he got really excited, and I did not mind at all because he always made up for it later.

Not quite without warning, because I could feel his cock swell a moment before, my mouth was filled with his cum, slippery and silky. I sucked and swallowed, and kept on sucking, because Avram was one of those boys whose knob did not become sensitive, and who liked to be sucked until his last oozings of come had been milked out.

Now it would be my turn, and I expected Avram would treat me as he usually did. He liked me to sit on the edge of the bed, while he squatted on the carpet, my legs over his shoulders and his face in my crotch. I would squeeze his head between my thighs while he sucked me and fondled my balls. I would soon come.

But not this last time!

'Carl. I want you to fuck me in my bottom.'

'Really? That would be great, but won't it hurt?'

'I want it! And DC Crawford won't be too upset either I think.'

I had forgotten the policeman walking round the bed with his camera, looking for angles and close-ups as we played together. I caught his eye, and for the first time I saw him smile as he nodded his head. He gestured quickly towards the bedside table where I saw a bottle of baby-oil, more than half-empty. I knew immediately what he was saying wordlessly and guessed he would have to edit Avram's words off the soundtrack.

'How do you want it, on your back?'

'I'll kneel, like the boy in my magazine. 

Our sex had always been oral so far and I had kissed most of his body: mouth, cock and balls of course, and his nipples and even in his armpits, but so far never his arsehole. We knew about anal sex from Avram's gay magazines, had even talked about it when in bed together, but until this last night had not fucked. He knelt on the bed, his head on the pillows, and himself spread his buttocks for me. They looked lovely, rounded, tanned, and jutting out as he arched his back. Even more beautiful, I thought, was that mysterious and most secret place, his anus, darker than his tanned mediterranean skin, tight-closed, with little radiating creases. I knelt and on an impulse kissed it tenderly, holding onto his hips. Avram groaned, as he always did when he particularly liked a caress, so I repeated it and went further, slipping the tip of my tongue into him and feeling his muscles grip it a second. I insist that I had never heard about rimming before, and invented it anew all by myself: must be some deep instinct I guess. Anyway, he groaned again, and I was enjoying this new caress so much it must have been several minutes before I remembered I was going to have my first fuck!

Avram it was who reminded me. 'That's lovely, Carl, but I want your cock. Now. Please....'

One of the magazines had a photostory of a man fucking a boy so knew exactly what to do, and reached up for the bottle of baby-oil, slipping the catch on the cap. I dribbled a few drops into the crease of his bottom, and spread it with my fingers, allowing the tip of my index finger to slide in as far as the first joint. I had not yet learned how to masturbate an arsehole properly though, and it was enough for me just to feel his anal sphincter contract and grip my finger: I thought how good it would be to have that pressure on my cock. there was enough oil on my fingers to make the tip of my cock glisten. I noticed our cameraman kneeling beside the bed, his lens focused close-up on anus, balls and my cock.

'Now. please....'

I was surprised how easily my cock slid into Avram, but then it was not yet very broad I guess.

I had a hand on each of his buttock-cheeks, and leaned down to kiss him between his shoulder blades: he was salty after our sweaty sixty-nine, and I licked him there.

'Please....'

So I fucked him, and decided that this was the greatest thing, better even than being sucked off. I could hear Avram making little squeaking noises every time I thrust in, but was really in a world of my own. I reached under him with my right hand, and found his cock hard, gripped it, and then started to wank him in rhythm with my thrusts. His squeaks changed to a succession of  'Oh, oh, oh oooh!' and at first I thought I might be hurting him, but then my fist was full of his cum, and I knew I had given him the greatest pleasure. He had brought me to the very edge sucking me, and now, knowing he had cum for me, I came inside him, several great, deep thrusts delivering my load of spunk up into him.

The camera recorded each thrust, each caress, each kiss, each slap on his buttocks.

We lay side-by-side after, just kissing lightly, and caressing languidly, as we talked about our sex. Avram admitted he had been fucked before, but not saying by whom...later I was to discover, but that's another story. DC Crawford took a few closing shots of us, cocks limp, soft and very boyish, before he left our alcove. Almost immediately the guy in white medical uniform came and took Avram away. I never saw him again....

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In the night Sam Evans visited my bed. I had a dream that I was laying in the dark with a strong man's arms around me. It was David Beckham, and I could feel his cock, liberated now from his Armani undershorts, pressing up against my young body. I awoke with a start, and found I was indeed in a man's arms, but he was not smooth like David, but rough and as hairy as a grizzly bear. However, he was just as muscular and his arms grasped me tight: it was warm and comforting, even the feel of his cock against my body. 

It was pitch dark, but I recognised Sam Evan's voice.

'Shhh! I won't harm you. It's all right.'

I cuddled up closer and could feel hairs on his shoulder under my palm as I clutched him in the warmth of the bed. He kissed my forehead, and then his lips found mine in the darknness and our embrace had that extra sensual dimension, mouths open and tongues inter-licking.

'Are you going to fuck me, Mr Evans?' 

'Call me Sam, Carl. I'd like to. would you like that?'

I had to think a moment or two. I suspected it would hurt, but thought about the boy in the magazine, and especially about Avram. They had enjoyed it, Avram enough to have cum while I was shagging him. Probably you had to learn to like it. I wanted to learn, and wanted to have a cock in me: I realised I always had wanted to be fucked, and now was the chance.

'Try not to hurt me too much, Sam....'

He kissed me in the dark, and then turned me over so I was on my belly, a pillow under me, and one leg bent crooked. I felt him oiling my bottom.'

'Try to relax, Carl, and it may hurt for a bit. But that will pass.'

It did hurt, so much that I had to bite hard into the other pillow to stop crying out. I could hear Sam Evans murmuring how good it was, how silky my body, how tight my bottom, and gradually the pain went. Then it was just boring, to be truthful, as he ploughed away at me, before he finally came.

'Now sleep, Carl.'

I did not for a long time as I thought about the day and the culmination for me a few minutes before. I had not really enjoyed it, but I supposed that was something you had to learn. I knew men and boys could enjoy it, and there was a pleasure in giving pleasure to another man as well. Finally I went off to sleep.

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When I awoke Sam was not there, and the office beyond my fake bedroom was still empty. I knew where the toilet and bathroom were so I spent a few miutes there, finishing with a quick shower. My bottom was a bit sore, but not terribly so.

Sam was sitting on my bed drinking a coffee, and there was a tray with more coffee, juice, and biscuits, on the side-table.

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They kept me all day, and did not return my clothes to me. To be honest, it was rather good to be naked with these men around me, knowing I was exciting them, seeing their trousers bulge, and yes, relieving them, because all of them wanted me to suck them and swallow their cum.

They showed me some of the other videos they had secretly made, mostly of men with boys, sucking and fucking them. I was really excited by the films, but also by their hard cocks, and was sucked off myself several times. By mid-afternoon I was an old hand at oral sex, although still a one-fuck novice at anal.

DC Crawford changed that! Late afternoon he arrived back at the office holding a disk in the air, triumphant. 'Here it is boys, and it's a cracker.' We grouped around a screen, standing, four men in their charcoal suits and one naked little boy. The film had been cut to twenty minutes, and even I could see it was a good one. I was hard again as the film brought back the pleasures of the evening before. 

Andy Crawford accepted the praise of the other officers for a job well done, and I was praised too for putting on a good show and clearly enjoying it. And then, 'We've been having our fun, Andy. It's your turn now! I'll be back in an hour, and we'll return the boy home.'

My cock was stiff after seeing Avram again on film, and it twitched when I realised I would have that huge cock to play with for an hour. As he stripped, I remembered how terrifying it had been and the threat that it would tear a new arsehole in me! I now knew that had all been a bit of a bluff and all these guys really wanted was the same as me, some fun with another cock! And DC Crawford's cock was really magnificent (in passing, I have seen and sucked a lot of cocks but only one or two bigger than this was). The best thing about it, really, was that its circumcised head was smaller than the width of the shaft, which made it easier to suck when he had me kneel and take it in his mouth. I kissed it, and then slipped it between my lips, surprised that I could in fact take most of it before gagging on it. His hands held my head gently and I could feel him stroking my hair.

After a bit I said, 'It's nicer on the bed,' And he held my hand as we walked over to the alcove-room.

'You would not really have split me up with this would you?' I was still holding his cock, unwilling to let go of the magnificent weapon.

'No! That was just to get you to do what Sam Evans wanted. I'm a gentle guy, in fact.' 

As if to show me how gentle he was, he kissed me, and his hands stroked my body as softly as any bridegroom on his wedding night caressing his virgin bride. (OK his bride might be male now with the great change in the law!)

'If you fucked me would you remember to be gentle. I mean, you would not get carried away and forget, I mean, it's aweful big.' I was still slowly masturbating it, feeling the hard steel under the soft, warm skin. 

'I'd be very gentle.'

'I'd like you to try, please, but stop if I tell you, and then I'd suck you off. But I'd like to try it.'

This was the first time I had asked a man to fuck me, which shows how fast I had been growing up in the past day! I knelt for him, and it was not till the next week that I had my first sex laying on my back, which is the position I found I like most and which I have favoured all my life.

He used plenty of oil, and because his knob is small and pointed it slipped into me almost painlessly, and as he pushed further in stretching my anus gradually and gently I was so reaxed that there was almost no discomfort. After a moment or two I was amazed to hear him say he was completely in me, and I could actually feel his hairy thighs against my bottom so I knew it was true. I wished I could reach for my cock to jerk it, but feared I would fall down if I raised one arm from the bed where I was kneeling.
I felt him pull out, a lovely sensation, and then slowly push home again.

'OK, Carl?'

'Lovely! Don't stop!'

So he fucked me, slowly at first but gradually increasing the speed of his stabbing thrusts as he found I could take it. I could feel his hands all over my back and bottom and was proud that these men found me so sexy, pleased I had kept myself lithe and fit. I still could not jerk my cock, but something was happening inside me to excite it, and I felt close to cumming. And so was he, as I heard him talking to himself, or perhaps me, with a succession of endearments mixed up with groans and oaths, and finally a triumphant 'Yes! Yeeeees' as he came and my arse accepted his load of spunk.

'You didn't come?'

'Nearly, but no, I didn't. It was nice.'

'so will this be!'

The big, strong guy knelt on the bed in front of the teenage boy, took that small cock in his mouth, and sucked it off, swallowing my cum, though after all his colleagues had been draining me there probably was not much left. Enough for him to lick his lips afterwards, though...



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The table had been laid for dinner, one place short of usual I noticed. Mother asked whether Mr Evans would stay for a meal, but he refused politely. 'You'll need a place for Carl, though. We've finished with him for the time being, and your boy has been very helpful to us, Mrs Hapgood.'

'I'm glad about that, Mr Evans.' My mother was being as nice and polite as she knew how, but even I could see how phony it was. Niceness did not come naturally to her.

'And so you should be, Mrs Hapgood. The boy has been so very cooperative that The Department is minded not to prosecute you or Mr Hapgood.'

'Thank God!' That was my Dad.

'No, thank Carl. There are some conditions though....

'???'

First, no more politics. Tear up your Party cards, and no more meetings, committees, speeches, pamphlets,letters to newspapers,e-mails, placards, marches demos. No more of any of that. Got it? Get rid of all those radical friends. Drop them all. Got it?'

Mum and Dad looked glum, but both said they would.

'We'll keep the evidence and it will be all ready to go to the Director of Public Prosecutions if there is the slightest hint of political activism, of any sort.'

'Second, indulge this boy a bit. You ignore him too much, and I want him to be happy and positive. He can still be useful to us, and will be spending a day or two each month at The Department assisting us.'

I smiled, with a good idea of how I would be helping them...with my mouth and bottom mostly I supposed. Something to look forward to!

Sam Evans was still talking. 'What you too get up to will be of no further interest to us as long as this futile opposition to the Government stops. However, be a bit more discrete. In a suburban front garden and a public car-park....well, I ask you! You have a nice house, and no doubt a lovely comfortable double bed. Use it! Now, far be it from me to be a marriage counsellor but it does occur to me that you two have a lot in common. You both like young boys. Very sensible! Why not share them together? The family that lays together stays together if you get my drift. That's up to you of course, but a pretty boy or better still a couple of boys to entertain you both together might be the best, don't you think?'

Mum and Dad caught each other's eye, I saw, and did not look so glum now. David, my little brother, was wide-eyed. I wondered how much he understood of what was going on.

Sam Evans had finished and left us, a very different family than he had found the day before!

Dad put Sky News on and there was nearly no conversation over dinner.  After the meal, my parents disappeared upstairs, and I guessed they had a lot to talk about.

David was sitting on the sofa, his legs stretched open in front of him. I thought they looked good, tanned, smooth and slender. As he slouched his shorts had been pulled tight up into his crotch making a nice little bulge. I was surprised I had not noticed before how sexy he was.

'That was you with that other boy in that film yesterday, wasn't it, Carl?'

I nodded.

'What was it like? I mean, was it good?'

I looked at him. My cock stiffened as I thought to myself "Why not? He's good-looking and he's always available...." 'Come up to my room, and I'll tell you about it. And then I'll show you a film I've got on my laptop.' I picked up the laptop case.

'You said you'd beat me up if you ever found me in your room.'

'That's another of the things that's going to have to change.....'

Perhaps I would stay at home looking after David this summer. Set a tent up in the garden and do a bit of camping together. What happened in the next half hour would help me decide......

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