Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2008 08:11:26 EST
From: Djedoric58@aol.com
Subject: The Bull Singer Chapter fifteen

THE BULL SINGER
By DJ
CHAPTER FIFTEEN

We embraced once more, and as we used our lips to anchor ourselves
together, we turned our lovemaking into a five-minute parody of a wrestling
match. I lost every hold of course, an the duvet ended up on the floor, but
then I loved being captured and manipulated by this hunk of a man. He
wasn't overly muscle-bound but had enough beef on him to satisfy my wildest
fantasies of what sex could be like. Although I couldn't explain it to him,
it brought back memories of some of my mother's boyfriends who took pity on
me and gave me the hugs and cuddles she never did. Some of them went a bit
further but I liked it, and I soon realised I was gay. Now I had my own
beefy hunk to toss me around and hold me tight, and make me feel so safe, I
would let him do anything he wanted. All the while we played around I was
aware that he still had a raging hard on, as stiff as mine. I knew he
needed release and soon grabbed for the baby oil, slapped it into his hand
and gave him the "I'm ready" look.

He shook his head at me. "I don't want to hurt you."

I shook my head in return. "After what the bitch did to me? I don't think
you could." I drew him down for one more lingering kiss before he lubed up
his fingers and began a gentle probing of my hole. Maybe some of the nerves
had been damaged down there, but I hardly felt a thing till he had all
three singers wedged inside me and I felt him seek and find my
prostrate. That started me moaning and I closed my eyes to savour the
sensations beginning to emanate from my anus, I spread my legs and lifted
them, allowing him full access to me.  After a few seconds I felt something
hard and warm press against my hole and push in, gently, an inch at a
time. Still no pain, only a pleasing fullness as he leaned over me and
kissed me once more. At last I began to feel some pain as he gave a final
thrust, and stretched me. As he began to move, I closed my eyes and clung
to him with my arms round his shoulders and my legs round his hips, keeping
my mouth clamped to his. This was the first time I had ever had full
consenting sex, and I was in heaven as, ten minutes or so later we both
came. My whole body tingled and shuddered, and I lost my grip on him as my
strength went form me. Mags collapsed on top of me, and I gasped for air,
not from his crushing weight, which I loved, but from the sheer thrill of
having the best orgasm ever. At last he raised his head to look at me, and
we smiled at each other, the smile changed to a grin, followed by us
laughing and hugging each other. We used the rest of the tissues to clean
ourselves up, and stayed in bed for another hour, just kissing and him
running his hands over my chest and belly while I lay in his arms like a
contented child. I was glad he was a musician because his hands were smooth
and uncalloused, and I loved his gentle touch, so much so that, when
someone knocked on the door and called us down for dinner, I was
disappointed at us having to vacate the bed.


Magsy's Story

After a quick shower, we went downstairs, and Joey hesitated at the
bottom. I took hold of his hand and smiled at his sudden shyness. "It's
okay, you've already met the guys."

Joey shook his head. "Only Daley and Rob. The others were in the barn when
I arrived. Your dad explained that I was tired and Daley sent me up to
bed."

"Well, you've nothing to be shy about. The lads are okay." I put an arm
round his waist and drew him close to lead him into the kitchen. Everyone
was seated round the table, including Dad and Pete who were being teased
something rotten about their new found love. Then we were spotted; eyes
widened and jaws dropped with shock as the band stared at Joey. Daley and
Rob grinned at the band and Daley said, "It's all right, boys, you haven't
seen a ghost. This is Joey Street, Magsy's new boyfriend. He does look like
Billy, doesn't he?"

I felt Joey stiffen and try to pull away, but I tightened my arm round his
waist and drew him to the table. Dad winked at me and pointed to the two
vacant chairs beside him. Rob had made a wonderful lamb stew, and while we
ate, I kept one arm round Joey, and I felt him lean into me. Thankfully,
the teasing only lasted a moment before the topic of conversation turned to
Pete's problem with Mr Faring. Dad announced his intention of taking Pete
home and installing him in my cottage, which the band agreed was a good
idea, and they promised that once the Christmas and New Year was over, they
would use Daley's contacts to investigate Mr Faring further to see if there
was anything they could pin on him and make him leave Pete alone.

They also assured Joey and I that they would back us up in our fight
against Angela and her thugs. As the evening wore on, Joey seemed to relax
a bit more, now he knew he wasn't going to be teased any more about us
being loves. The band showed him the barn and some photographs of their
successful mini tours including some of Billy and me. What made his visit
worth while, were the CDs the band gave him so that he now had a complete
set, from the very first disc we cut, to our latest one due to be released
at Christmas. Daley took out the sleeve and we all signed it. Daley dated
it and Joey was proud to own one of the first copies out. Before supper,
the band entertained our three guests and our drummer even invited Pete to
take over the drums for a bit.  Joey sat beside Dad, enjoying the music but
as the evening wore on he started to get fidgety, his feet tapping away to
the rhythms. I saw Dad nudge him and jerk his head at the band. Joey stared
at the band for a bit then shook his head.  I knew what Dad was on about
and called to Joey, "Come on, Joey, give us a twirl."

We were playing some jazz favourites, and it only took a few more seconds
for Joey to lose his shyness and step out onto the floor. Those not blowing
winds grinned as Joey launched himself into a fast and furious foot-tapper
routine, and Daley made the band repeat the tune a couple of times more
than normal to give Joey enough time to complete his dance. At the end, the
guys crowded round the kid to give him his richly deserved praise, and even
asked him to sing the next song with them, `All That Jazz'. This was the
first time I had heard him sing and I was stunned as I heard Billy
singing. It was so uncanny, I had tears in my eyes. Later, when we were
packing up and getting ready for supper and bed, Daley came to me and said,
"Are you okay, Mags? It sure took me by surprise, and some of the guys are
a bit filled up. Why didn't you warn us?"

"I honestly didn't know, Daley. That's the first time I've heard him
myself."

"What's the betting the band asks him to join us? We could use a good
singer, and it would pull the crowds, having someone look and sing like
Billy. Or would that bother you too much?"

"No, it wouldn't bother me, but I wouldn't want to push him into anything,
not yet any way. We've got his mother to sort out first."

"Well, just so he knows he'd be welcome." Daley's handshake was firm.

* * *

When we got back to Top Farm, to give Angela our ultimatum, we had the band
with us, and she couldn't stop us all marching into the house with Joey in
tow. Her face was a picture of shock-horror as Rob made her sit down and
listen to what Dad had to say. Dad sat in a chair opposite her and said,
"Angela, you remember me telling you when you first came here that you were
my daughter. Well, it's come to the point where you can't use that
knowledge against anyone any more. Everyone knows about me and your mother,
so you can't browbeat Elias any more."

Her reply was a snarl. "Wait till your sisters find out."

"You're too late, they knew years ago. The only one who didn't know was my
wife. You can talk your head off now, no one will listen, and before you
start to make trouble for me or my family, or my grandson, let me warn you,
I know a lot about your business dealings and can soon drop you right in
the muck heap. You and your friends keep you hands off Joey and I'll keep
my mouth shut. I also know what you've been doing to Joey." At this Angel's
face took on the hue of a sheet. "You put a step wrong, my girl, and you'll
be up in court on a charge of child sexual abuse. Do you understand me? And
while I'm here, you can hand over Joey's birth certificate and his child
benefit book. And get yourself a good lawyer because my sisters and I are
applying for joint guardianship on the grounds that you're an unfit
mother."

Ten minutes later, we prepared to leave the house with Joey in possession
of his birth certificate, and at the front floor, Dad turned Angela and
gave her his last broadside. "Oh, by the way, Angela, Benjamin has kept a
record of all the money Elias gave you over the years, for Joey's keep, and
also the money Benjamin himself gave to Joey, which you apparently took
from him. Elias wants that money paid to Joey by Christmas, all fifteen
thousand eight hundred and forty eight pounds of it."

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