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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 115b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* While Forts charmed the wives. Mishcon moved in on the men themselves, to plead the case for Bruno and for the investigation into the death of the chamberlain to be stopped. Consequently, I didn’t see Forts much for the rest of the evening. But somehow it had worked. Bruno had been released as it was not in the public interest to prosecute him. After all, he had saved a Royal life, and they were common murderers. Similarly, the investigation in to the death of the old chamberlain was stopped. Obviously, the two men who had attacked Forts were responsible. Mishcon was a genius. * I sat back, my eyes closed, and let out a sigh. Lips kissed mine. “I’m back.” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 115b � The Castle Beckons Brookmeyer picks up the story. So, I was now sleeping back up at the Castle. I had been so for a week now. Gary’s dismissal of me from the lodge had hurt. No explanation, I was just to go, replaced by a fawning pathetic toffee-nose, who didn’t know his arse from his elbow. This time, I refused to beg him to take me back. This time, I would get even. Maureen had been embarrassed, unable to even face me as she said goodbye when I picked up my clothing. Gary had been as cold as only I knew he could be. Instead, all his emotions manifest, simpering over that boy. I fucking hated him already, both of them, in fact. Even more, as I heard Gary’s exchange with Mr Duncan take place with me standing just inside the kitchen listening. Gregor, that is, Mr Duncan and Gary had known each other for years. Mr Duncan thought Gary might listen to him. I held my breath as I heard him say, “Gary, can we speak about Brookmeyer?” Gary hadn’t answered. I could tell from Gregor’s voice, his nerve failed him. Gary could have that effect on people. “Sorry, it’s none of my business,” He had said. Gary uttered one word, “Correct!” My stomach heaved. It was over between us. I had only spoken to Brian in passing, God, I didn’t even know him, really. But I was going to make sure I spoiled one of Gary’s obvious plans. Pulling myself together, I began to scheme. There had to be a way to get Brian alone. I left the Castle and decided to walk down to the stables. Seeing there was an American Army truck parked by them, I stopped. I could see the two of them, and who was it? Yes, Dexy. I ducked into the bushes and continued watching them as they chatted. Their voices drifting to me on the wind. I heard Dexy saying, “Well, we had better get going.” Gary nodded, he pulled Brian towards him and planted his lips firmly on his. Dexy had laughed and said something like, “You’re insatiable Gary!” Dexy then went round the front of the truck and clambered in. Gary and Brian continued talking, although I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Gary pulled away and climbed into the truck. The engine staggered to a start as the exhaust belched out a cloud of black smoke before roaring into life. Brian stood peering up, next to Gary’s now open window, gazing up at him. It was sickening. Gary reached down and ruffled his hair, exchanging a last few words. With that the truck gave a lurch, and it set off down the drive, Gary giving a final wave of his arm through the open window. Brian stood and watched as the truck turned out of the drive and then walked back under the arch into the stable yard. I broke into a run after him, changing my stride to a much slower pace as I walked under the stable arch and into the yard. Brian was standing, filling a bucket of water, his back to me. I walked right up behind him. Silly fucker was deaf too, he hadn’t even heard me. “Brian, isn’t it?” He jumped, dropping the bucket, which clattered to the cobbles, spilling its contents. “Christ!… Sorry, you made me jump.” His chest was pounding. Our eyes met, I just looked at him, my emotionless stare dominating him. He looked away first. I had learned many things from Gary, eyeballing someone out was one of them. I remember him telling me, people don’t like it when you fix contact on their eyes, he was right. “I am looking for Gary.” “You’re Brookmeyer, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer. I licked my lips and dropped my hand to the front of my kilt, slipping my hand under my sporran and squeezing my stiffening cock. His eyes watching my every move. I coughed, he looked up. With his face blushing pink, he glanced away. He knew I had caught him looking at my cock. “Well?… Have you seen him?” “He just left… With Dexy, they are going to the station to pick everyone up.” Again, I just stood, making no reply. He was now looking really uncomfortable. I went to turn away, but stopped, maybe now was my time to act. Even if the train was on time, which they seldom were during the war, I would have at least two hours, more than enough time for what I intended to do. I stopped and turned back, smiling. “So how are you enjoying being at the Castle?” He tentatively copied my smile. “Well, I am not really in the Castle.” He stammered, his eyes glancing at mine and then at the ground again. “Of course. You’re staying with Gary and Maureen.” “And Aaran.” His voiced faded on the word. “Yes, my godson, Aaran.” I stepped forward, standing mere inches in front of him, my eyes again fixed on his face, he took a little step backwards. I had him. “Is there something wrong?” He looked downwards, “I don’t know, is there?” I lifted his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Gary has good taste.” Brian cast his eyes downward again as soon as I let go. “Has he taught you how to kiss yet?” I moved even closer, “Come on, don’t be shy. You can tell me.” Brian blushed, my face now only a couple of inches from his, he tried to look away and step back. I held his cheek firm. “Well?” “Yes,” he gasped, “Brookmeyer, you’re hurting me.” He looked like a startled rabbit. I pressed my lips to his, he tried to speak. As his mouth opened, I forced my tongue in between his lips. He struggled against my hand on his head, holding him to me, well, for a few moments. I heard him moan, and his tongue was in my mouth. I pushed my hard cock against him as we continued to snog for a few minutes, he moaned again and pushed back against me. His mouth tried to reconnect with mine as I broke the kiss. I gave him a little wink. “Better than an old guy, huh? Come with me.” I led him into one of the open horse stalls. After closing the bottom of the stable door, I began to take off my kilt jacket. I winked as I threw it into the fresh hay. He gulped and glanced back into the yard as I removed my sporran and undid my kilt belt. His eyes snapping back to the now obvious bulge in the front of my kilt. I let go of the material, it slid from my body, catching on my rock-hard shaft, it dragged it downwards. His mouth grew wider, letting out another gasp as the weight of the material and gravity caused my cock to release its burden. It sprung up, slapping against my stomach. His tongue ran between his lips as his eyes remained focused on me. I lay down in the hay, my hand gripping my shaft, and winked again. “Well, are you getting undressed?” He glanced back at the door, hesitating just a moment, before quickly stripping off his clothes. I lay watching him, chewing on a piece of straw. He stood naked, watching me, unsure of what to do next. I spat out the hay, “Over you come then.” He looked back again into the yard and then, covering his cock and balls with his hand, came over to me. As he knelt down, I moved his hand, “No need for you to cover this. You look great.” He smiled nervously. I had to take control again, I pulled his hand. Unbalanced, he fell towards me, a flick of my wrist and he was on his back, startled, looking up at me. I flung my leg over ankara escort him and got between his legs, pushing my mouth back to his. I knew Gary’s methods, Fuck; he had used them on me for Christ’s sake. I broke the kiss once Brian was moaning and kissed slowly down his chest. Licking each nipple in turn, while my hand wanked his erect cock. “You’re gorgeous. I hope he hasn’t shared you with anyone yet.” Brian tensed, “Shared me?” “Mmmm, yes, that’s what he does.” I could feel him trying to look up, I just kept heading downwards, my mouth getting ever closer to his leaking cockhead, knowing he wanted to know more. I wasn’t about to tell him. I opened wide and took his six inches deep into my mouth, burying my nose in his dark pubes. He gasped again. I began to suck and wank his cock, my tongue concentrating on his bow string, dragging back and forth, causing him to squirm and push against it. “Enjoying that?” He gasped, “Yes,” his hands pushing me back towards his cock. I resisted, gripping his thighs, I flattened them open to the hay. Burying my nose between his ball sac and thigh. God, he smelt and tasted fruity, musky, delicious. I began licking back and forth, over on to his balls. Using my nose to lift his orbs, I licked and sniffed under them. I smiled to myself; I was so close to my goal. I kissed back up to his cock and licked up to the tip, lapping at his cock lips. I winked at him again. “Has he fucked you yet?” I sat up, slowly wanking his cock, he shook his head. “Really?” I licked his cockhead again. “He wanted to. He has put fingers into me, but I was too frightened of his cock. He said we would work on it.” With my face still smiling, I dropped back to his cockhead, this time licking back down his shaft, down over his balls. My nose again lifting them, I pushed towards his taint, my hand rolling his hips back, giving me better access. Internally, my inner demons screamed out in victory. “Yes, his arse was going to be mine!” Revenge is a dish best served cold. That would be exactly what Gary would find, my cold cum leaking from his new boy’s well-fucked hole. My tongue left a trail of spit across his taint. I watched his pucker tense and release the closer I got to it. I teased it with my tongue and lips alternating between giving its now pulsing muscle kisses and licks. He was moaning, grinding himself onto my tongue, his hands holding my head in place. With his hole glistening with my spit, I eased a finger into him, immediately feeling the gripping muscle, desperately trying to exclude me. I pushed through the soft lining of his arse, velvet to my touch. His hips thrust up, pushing more of my finger into him, fuck he was a horny fucker. I slipped in another finger, he lowered his hand to grip his cock and he began to wank fast. Oh, no, I couldn’t allow that. I knocked away his hand. He looked surprised. I smiled and winked. “Not yet.” AS my second finger pushed into his tight hole he moaned again, “Please, I want to cum.” I spat on his hole and pushed in a third finger. I moved back up his body until my face and mouth hung silently above his again. Another gasp escaped his lips, his eyes pleading with mine, as I spread my fingers, working his hole. My mouth stifled his gasp, it turning into a moan of pleasure as I pressed my mouth to his again. He was grinding hard on my fingers, my cock couldn’t take any more of this, it was dripping my precum on to the straw. I smeared my sticky boy precum over my cockhead and shaft. Then spat on my fingers, dropping them to his hole. Switching hands, I eased my fingers out of him and smeared my spit over his pucker. Was he aware I had moved forward and my cock was now ready to push into him? At that moment, I wasn’t sure. I broke our kiss and sat up, thrusting my hips forward, burying my cock deep into him in one brutal thrust. His eyes shot open, his mouth gaping, face shocked. The realisation he now had my cock up his arse all over his face. “Fuck! STOP! Fuck, it hurts! Brookmeyer please, please stop! I have never done this before. It hurts so much.” “You think Gary would be any gentler?” “Please, Brookmeyer.” My anger with him was rapidly vanishing. Replaced with my own self-doubt and confusion. Why was I doing this?. That little voice in my head could be heard, loud and clear. “Brookmeyer, you’re a complete cunt. This boy didn’t hurt you. What the fuck are you doing? This isn’t you!!!” I felt waves of guilt. It wasn’t the monster, Gary doing this, it was me. “Calm! It gets better.” I pushed my mouth over his once more, holding my body still and steady. I knew, soon the initial pain, that initial shock would be replaced by a deep feeling of pleasure. I stroked his face, catching the tears rolling from his eyes on my tongue. “You’re okay.” I delicately kissed his lips. “Brookmeyer. please, it hurts.” ** Archie takes up the story Finally, I got to let everyone know what had happened. Athol, Niki, Ouranoff, Marcus and I had left for the station slightly earlier than Forts, Davy and McPhee. Forts wanted to say goodbye and thank you to the staff at the Manor and, of course, goodbye to the Dowager Countess Truorwskoy, the Princess Chikenoff and, most importantly, Theodora. McPhee seemed to have assumed the role of staying close to Forts. I think he viewed himself as some kind of bodyguard. One thing was for certain, he worshipped Forts and would undoubtably, without hesitation, be prepared to sacrifice himself as Dima had done. The chauffeur drove us in through the rear entrance of Euston Station, practically onto the platform, where the ‘Royal Scot’ express passenger service to Edinburgh stood. We were met by a station official who led us to the train. “This way, gentlemen. The Grand Duke’s carriage has now been added to the train and awaits you all.” While Marcus, Ouranoff, and Niki hurried on ahead. I took the opportunity to speak to Athol. “Athol darling, have you told Forts and Davy about the apartment for them at the Castle yet?” He shook his head, “No, I wanted to wait until a good time presented itself, but there hasn’t been one.” I cast him a disbelieving glance. He shook his head. “Okay, I am worried in case they want to move out of the Castle. Archie, what if they do?” “Well, that is ultimately their choice. You shouldn’t try to stop them, if that’s what they want to do.” * “My God, this must be it!” Before us stood an immaculate black wood carriage, halfway along the side was the doubled headed eagle Imperial crest, it had been coated with something which camouflaged it, but close up you could still see it. The station official met Athol and me at the door. “Welcome aboard, gentlemen.” Athol and I boarded, our feet immediately sinking into the plush carpet on the floor. “This way, please.” We followed the official down towards a half-panelled glass door, again emblazoned with the Imperial Romanov crest, this time in gold. As we made our way further into the carriage. A beautiful door, with marquetry panels, opened and Marcus stuck his head out. “This is amazing. Champagne, coffee, tea, or maybe a snack or a main meal. There is everything in here.” We both glanced in, he wasn’t kidding. We went through the half-panelled door, into what was the main salon. This was split into two areas. The first held a dining table with ten chairs, past that was the main seating area. It had a number of comfortable armchairs and small tables. The door at the far end led to another corridor, off this was a bathroom and another valet’s room. Finally, a bedroom, complete with a double bed and a private shower and toilet. Athol and I stood opened mouthed at the opulence of the interior and fittings. I winked, “God, I should have made a play for Forts myself! Not some lowly Scottish Laird.” Athol chuckled. “I was just thinking the same!” With that, Marcus came along to us. “Forts, Davy and McPhee have just arrived.” Acknowledging him, we made our way out to meet them. McPhee was looking and acting like a distressed penguin. His head going from one side to the other, as he looked for any potential threats. Davy was alongside Forts, who was busy thanking his driver, Andrei, and saying goodbye. He handed him an envelope, which Andrei at first tried to refuse, but Forts insisted. Andrei eventually giving a low bow in gratitude. Later, we found out it contained two five-pound notes. Watching the smiling Forts, I was struck by what a people person he was. God, he was so natural, somehow, he made everyone feel so important. Davy and Forts greeted us again and Davy climbed onto the train. I nudged Athol; he nodded and caught Forts arm. “Drageon, can I speak to you on the train once we get underway?” “Sure dad.” Davy’s face appeared at the door, “Come on, you won’t believe this!” Forts smiled that killer smile escort ankara again, “Sorry dad, gotta go.” And he was gone, McPhee slipping in behind him. “Athol! What’s wrong with you? You need to speak to them both!” “I thought I could try to sell Forts the idea first. Sorry. I am really frightened they might say no.” “You really are hopeless.” Shaking my head, we both boarded the train, ready for departure. The ambulance containing Dima arrived soon after, and once he was safely aboard and installed in the bedroom, the train was ready to leave. With the screech of the engine’s whistle, we were off, Destination Inverurie. ** Davy continues the story from chapter 115a. * You remember: “At last, we were on our way home. In some style, I might add. Someone had pulled strings, and quietly without fuss, Forts ‘new’ train carriage had been added to the train. Under the pretext of moving it to safety, it was to be stored in a siding in Inverurie…” I sat back, my eyes closed, and let out a sigh. Lips kissed mine. “I’m back.” * I opened my eyes and fell into those green pools. My lips pressed back to his. “I love you.” At last, some time with my love. “Mind if we join you?” I felt my self sigh, internally of course. I would never deliberately offend Athol or Archie. Forts glanced back at them as Athol continued. “Have you told him yet?…” “Dad, no, I just left you.” He chuckled, “But you may as well join us.” Athol looked hurt. “Sorry, it’s exciting. We have been dying to tell you for days.” Athol glanced at the chairs opposite us, “Do you mind Davy?” I smiled, shaking my head. “No, sit down.” Forts sat down in the armchair next to me, Athol and Archie in the two facing us. I turned to Forts. “So, what have you got to tell me?” “Well, it’s ask you really.” “Ask me what?” He never got the words out. The next thing I was flying on to the floor, landing in a heap in front of Athol. Forts clattered down next to me. “What the fuck?” The sound of breaking glasses and plates came from the front of the carriage, in fact from all round us, as teacups, plates and glasses, were flung on to the floor. Adding to the cacophony of noise caused by the screaming brakes of the train as it came to a juddering stop. The engine’s whistle screamed out in to the overcast afternoon light. Forts shook his head then leapt to his feet, “Davy, are you okay?” He held his hand down to me. I was a bit bewildered, I glanced up. As it turned out, straight up Athol’s kilt. I burst out laughing. As I remembered, I had been here before. Of course, I had been, you remember, on that very first trip up to the Castle. My laughter becoming a bit hysterical as I saw his big ginger cock staring at me. Forts dropped to his knees, looking concerned. “Davy, are you okay?” “Yes, I am fine.” “What’s so bloody funny, then?” Athol caught on straight away, he began to laugh too. Forts and Archie looked at each other. “What have we missed?” Athol flipped up his kilt, flashing his red pubes and fat cock at them. Forts and Archie’s expressions changed to one of confusion. Athol blurted out, “Forget it. You had to be there.” Forts stood up shaking his head, “I am just going to check on everyone else. You are obviously okay!” More laughter from Athol and me, we couldn’t help ourselves. Marcus’s head appeared round his door and called for quiet. “Everything’s okay, everyone. Apparently it was a false alarm, someone spotted an airplane.” He surveyed the carriage, his face dropped. “I’ll get my dustpan and brush.” He turned away mumbling, “once I have tidied up in here.” * The train was soon underway again. No serious injuries, just the wounded pride of those who had ended up on the floor. Forts walked back towards me with Niki in front of him. Niki looked a bit tearful. Forts bit his lip and winked at me. “Do we have any writing paper?” “Writing paper?” “Yes,” He picked Niki up, “Niki was writing to Princess Elizabeth. But he made a mess of it when the train stopped suddenly.” Luckily, Niki couldn’t see Forts, raising his eyes at me. I had a thought, “Yes, in the writing bureau in the bedroom. I am sure I saw some headed writing paper there.” Forts Placed Niki down, “See, did you hear that? In the writing desk in the bedroom. Off you go and get some.” Niki leant up and kissed Forts, then vanished off down the carriage. Forts winked; “Crisis averted.” “Forts, did you say Princess Elizabeth?” He nodded, “Yes, apparently, they are best friends. Well, that’s what Niki said.” He chuckled again. “I did see him dancing with her, now you mention it.” I felt mischievous. “Not as close as you were, mind. I thought I had lost you again!” Forts looked momentarily concerned, then realised I was pulling his leg. “Davy but. Oh, you’re joking. How hilarious… She was very sweet though.” My turn to pull a face and change the subject. “So, is everyone else okay?” Forts nodded. “Yes, I have checked on everyone, including Dima. He thought you had hurt yourself, all that noise you and dad were making. I told him you were just laughing. I didn’t explain, you can later.” Forts plonked himself back down into the chair next to me. I gave Athol a wink. We were both still trying not to smirk. I turned back to Forts, “So you were saying you wanted to ask me something?” Forts took a deep breath and turned back to Athol and Archie, then back to me. “Davy, Dad and Archie have had an apartment created at the castle for us above the old stables. It looks out onto the rear courtyard on one side and the castle grounds on the other. It is an early wedding present. Dad is worried, in case you don’t want to stay at the castle anymore.” I interrupted him, “Not stay at the Castle! Why ever not?” Forts glanced at Athol. “Davy, I wasn’t sure… You would want to. Of course, Archie and I want you to stay at the castle with us. But… I wanted to see if that’s what you wanted… You know, in case you and Forts had other plans.” “No, we want to stay at the castle. Our own apartment would be amazing! Thank you both so much.” We all stood and hugged. Forts kissing me repeatedly, shouted, “Marcus, Champagne, please.” ** Mr Evans continues the story. “Yes, it looks amazing. I am sure they both will be delighted. You have achieved so much in such a short period of time.” I peered out on to the rear courtyard. The smell of fresh paint was somewhat overwhelming. “I think we had better open some of the windows, try to get that smell out. The builder nodded at me and shouted to a couple of his colleagues. They all began throwing open the windows. The chilly wind caused me to shiver, “I don’t think they all need to be opened.” The guy sighed, calling back down to his men. “Don’t open all the windows. He doesn’t want them all open now!” I smiled, nodding, quietly mouthing, “Just a couple will do.” Thank God, I heard a familiar voice, it was Gregor Duncan. “Yoo-hoo. Can I come in? Oooh, it smells of fresh paint.” He chuckled as he came in, “They say the King thinks the world smells of that.” Another laugh, “Some little guy with a paintbrush in front of him, giving everything a freshen up, just before he arrives.” He shut up when he realised the workmen were all glaring at him. Pulling a face, he looked at me, “Do you want to show me round?” “Certainly! Well, this is the entrance hall, through that door are several rooms for Marcus, Forts’ valet.” Gregor looked round the entrance hall. “The new furniture is here too!” I nodded, “Yes, all hand made locally. How Athol and Archie kept this all a secret, I will never know. And thank goodness for Dexy and his lorry, and its unlimited petrol. The last of the pieces just arrived. Dexy is off to pick everyone up now, I think he is taking Gary with him.” Gregor nodded, “Yes, I just saw him leave while I was talking to Brookmeyer.” “Brookmeyer? How is he?” “I am not sure, I tried to speak to Gary about it. He obviously didn’t want to talk.” I shook my head, “I just hope the poor boy is okay this time.” “I think he will be. He has matured a lot since then.” I nodded as Gregor reached for a door handle. “Ooh, let me have a peek in Marcus’s rooms.” Marcus had three small rooms: one a bedroom, another a small sitting room and the one adjoining the main apartment, which was a small kitchenette, where he could make tea, etc. “It’s small, but I am sure he will love it.” Gregor tried the bed. Grinning, “It’s nice and bouncy.” We re-entered the entrance hall. “That’s a toilet. This way is Forts’ and Davy’s sitting room.” I led Gregor through another one of the doors. “Oh, it’s lovely. Their own dining table, and they have their own gramophone and radio. How super.” I walked towards the corner of the room to another door. Stretching out before us was a long corridor, the windows looking out over the rear ankara escort bayan courtyard. “Down here are the bedrooms.” “Bedrooms? How many?” “Well, this is the main one, Davy and Forts’. There is no bed in it yet. I think theirs is going to be moved tomorrow. Through that door is the ensuite, complete with bath, shower, sink and toilet. “Come and see the shower, it’s huge.” The room was only slightly smaller than the bedroom, the walls and floor all tiled, it looked amazing. Gregor stood staring at the shower, “You’re not kidding. It could hold six people!” I nodded, come on this way, we went back into the corridor. “This is a guest bedroom. The one next door is identical. Both have en suites, a bit smaller than the main bedrooms.” “Wow, well, I am impressed. The builders have done a great job.” “Yes, nothing is too good for His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov.” Gregor smiled wryly. “No, it appears not.” ** Forts picks up the story. As it turned out, we were only an hour late. It was great to see Dexy and Gary there to meet us, even if we all had to pile into the back of an army truck. My message had got through and an ambulance was waiting to transport Dima back to the castle. Dexy, taking the piss, had leapt to attention as I stepped from the train in my uniform. To be honest, I would be pleased to get back into my kilt and relax. Gary had come straight up to me, “Forts, thank God you’re okay. I should have insisted on staying with you. I am sorry.” “I am fine, my friend. Thank you.” He hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear. “Love you. What would I have done if anything had happened to you?” I hugged him back. Now, there was a question I didn’t want to think about. * It was getting late when we got back to the Castle. All Davy and I wanted to do was get to bed. McPhee and Athol sorted out a room for Dima. It had meant a bit of shuffling about of some of the prefects, but they quickly had it comfortable for him and installed the doctor, Professor Harding, next door. * I closed our door and pulled Davy to me. “Last night in this room.” Davy nodded. “It’s going to be a bit strange, moving into our own apartment. I will miss the hustle and bustle of being here on the fifth floor.” “Don’t you want to move? I can speak to dad, if you want?” Davy shook his head. “No, we are going to need more space, anyway.” He squeezed the front of my trousers and kissed me. His hand was gripping my now swelling cock, his fingers, stroking and squeezing the shaft through the material. I broke our kiss. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” He kissed me again, mumbling, “That’s what I was hoping.” He took my hand and led me over to the bed. Stopping, he began undoing my trousers. He dropped to his knees. I laughed, “Hey what about my jacket and shirt?” His hand reached into my now open fly. “You can do that bit yourself. This is what I want.” His fingers wrapped round my lazy lob and pulled it out through the fly. He kissed the swelling head, then undid my belt and trouser buttons, slipping them down over my arse. My underwear went next. Gently he fed my now hard cock back through the fly, pushing them down to join my trousers round my knees. I gasped as his mouth swallowed the first four inches of my throbbing knob. Closing my eyes, my hands on his head, enjoying the pleasure racing through me from my cock. “Oh, Davy, I love you.” He eased his mouth downwards, boy, no one could take a cock deep throat as quick as he could. His neck muscles began to massage my cock head. Fuck, how did he do that? “Davy, please, let’s get into bed.” He glanced up at me, his eyes full of longing and lust. I threw aside my shirt, his hands slid up my chest, his fingers buried in my furry pelt. As he drove my cockhead even deeper into his throat. “Davy, ugh, please. I don’t want to cum yet.” I scrambled to pull him up, “Come on, let me get you stripped off.” Reluctantly, he stood. Drool from my cock, running down his chin. I licked it off and pushed my lips to his again. My cock rubbing hard against his stomach. I began to rip off his clothes. Buttons popped off onto the floor. It was animalistic, buttons and clothes, landing where they fell. I pushed him backwards, he fell back on to the bed, his feet still on the floor. My turn to drop to my knees and devour his dripping cock. He moaned as I took his six inches straight to the back of my throat, sucking it hard. I grabbed his knees, pushing them up and back. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I kissed each of his balls. Sucking them into my mouth, pulling on them. Enjoying the explosions of taste on my tongue. I buried my face into his arse crack, my tongue pushing towards his hole. My hole. “Fuck I love you Davy. Every inch of you!” He moaned. “Well, get up here and give me every inch of you.” His fingers wrapped into my hair and he dragged me up his chest. My mouth taking every opportunity to kiss and lick as he pulled me up on to him. We snogged again, our tongues rolling over and over each other. He pulled his mouth away. Wriggling from under me, turning himself on to all fours. I crawled after him, wrapping my arms round his thighs, pulling his butt back on to my face. I licked a channel to his pink hole, forcing my head ever deeper, until I reached it. His giggling became moans of desire as I began to push my tongue in and out of his welcoming arse. He turned his head back, his hand pulling my head deeper, moaning, “Fuck I love you, Forts. Take me, please.” I rolled him on to his back and straddled between his legs, our eyes connecting our souls. We began to snog again, our tongues going deep into each other’s mouths. I felt him move his hips, his legs wrapped round my waist as he gasped. “Forts, fuck me, please!” With his legs up round my waist, my cock zeroed in on his hole. I spat, coating my already wet bellend with some extra lube. I eased forward, my eyes focused on his, “You ready?” He nodded, a tear ran down his cheek. I stopped, “Hey, what’s up?” “Just fuck me. I just love you so much! I am being silly.” “I love you too.” I pushed forward, feeling his pucker expand and slowly engulf my cockhead, the pressure increasing as it stretched to accommodate my flared bellend. He gasped as it pushed through that first barrier. I waited a second, letting him grow used to my cock’s thickness. “Okay?” “Yes, take me.” I pushed forward, feeling inch after inch being swallowed up in his warm, no, hot arse. His legs tightened round me, his feet locking and resting on the small of my back, he began to pull me deeper into him. I lowered myself on to his chest, his hard cock flat between our stomachs. I began to thrust my hips. Our mouths joined again, our breathing totally in sync, our moans of pleasure filling the room. I stroked his face, his eyes rolled backwards. God, I loved this guy. His legs tightened round me. He gasped, “Deeper, harder, please, fuck me.” He buried his tongue into my mouth once more as I increased the tempo and force of my hips. My cockhead, screaming its pleasure in my head, my nose, electrified from the smells coming from our bodies. I began to thrust hard and deep, the slap of my balls matching Davy’s moans and my grunts. “Fuck Forts, I’m cumming.” His hips rose, pressing his pulsing cock into my treasure trail. I felt the pulses as it spewed out his warm cum between us. The throb of his cock bone tensing deep inside his arse. His muscles began to spasm round my shaft. I was so close, I felt the loss of control overwhelm me, my balls gripped the base of my cock. Deep within me, my body surrendered, my load jettisoning from my balls, rushing towards its goal. My own body thrusting, pulsing, forcing it up my shaft, my bellend exploding, spurting out rope after rope of my cum, deep inside the man I love. “Fuck DAVY! YES! CHRIST! FUCK! FUCK!” I collapsed onto him, both of us sweaty heaps. We lay kissing, then I felt and heard him chuckle. “What… What is it?” “Can we do it again?” ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. ‘NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters ‘Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest ‘Josh’s Adventures series’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘An Army life for me’ – Gay/Adult Youth/Military ‘Grandmas Bedroom’ � Bisexual/Incest ‘Dominic Online’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Vampyre’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Operation Pied Piper’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Scream if you want to go faster’ – Bisexual/Adult Youth ‘Red and Nick’ � Bisexual/Military ‘The Extraordinary Christmas Party’ � Bisexual/Incest ‘A Brother Used’ – Gay/Incest ‘A very English Trailer Park’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘Special lube Oil’ – Gay/Adult Youth

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