Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2021 17:52:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 107c

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What about me, you ask? The spasm and the feeling of hot wet cum running
over my cockhead sent my cock spraying its load up and over Leith's
cockhead. Leith and I held Davy tightly between us, all of us momentarily
lost in pleasure as we took the comfort we needed from each other. I
glanced at Leith, his smile beaming once more.

`Thank you,'

He whispered, then a wink

`Your Highness,'

                         *******************


Operation Pied Piper – Part 107c - Morning Sickness


Leith continues the story


I glanced at my watch. The luminous green hands still glowed, albeit only
faintly now; three forty in the morning. I stroked the warm back of the
figure in front of me. Forts wasn't such an unpleasant chap, after all. I
had actually felt guilty. Not that I had set out to ensure Davy and I to
end up in bed together. It seemed something both of us had wanted. But,
what with Forts arrival and his obvious love for Davy, I felt terribly
guilty. Then the "news" whatever it was, I still hadn't found out that hunk
had been reduced to a crying, distraught child. Davy had shared his pain,
their relationship of an intensity I have never experienced in any of
mine. I thought back to my old mother, "when you don't know what to do or
say, say nothing, offer a cup of tea", good old mum, right again.

Forts now lay spooned behind Davy, both of them now deep asleep. Somehow I
had ended up snuggled up behind Forts. He smelt amazing after all of our
exertions earlier. I felt my cock twitch between his peachy cheeks. Letting
my hand drop to his thigh, the coarse black hairs tingled my fingertips, I
couldn't stop myself, moving my hips backwards away from his, I casually
let my hand slip round to his arse cheek, feeling the firm muscle, I
squeezed the right cheek firmly, the tips of my fingers sliding in to the
cleft between the cheeks and his thighs of this perfect arse, my thumb and
forefinger came together, gently rubbing a few of the course hairs
together.

I couldn't resist. My hand travelled to my nose, I breathed in the aroma,
my tongue followed, licking my fingers, confirming what my nose was telling
me. What was it about men? Why did their bodies smell and taste so amazing?
My cock, not to be left out, confirmed my sensations. It twitched and
slowly dragged its self-up across his arse cheek again, happily come to a
stop as it found the crack between his arse cheeks. It throbbed to let me
know; it had found its happy place. Licking my fingers again, I eased my
hand down and eased them between his cheeks, my cock twitching and filling
the void my fingers were creating. Forts gave a little moan and I am sure
pushed his hips backwards. That was all it took. My cockhead twitched and
spurted out a little jet of precum; Judas, I lay stock still, worried Forts
would notice the plans my cock and fingers had for him.

His hips moved again, my cock was now throbbing hard, my cut cockhead
dribbling out precum, my fingers coated themselves and eased forward, I
held my breath as they eased forward separating his warm firm cheeks; they
came to a stop, finger tips delicately exploring a little spiders web of
muscle, surrounded by a few soft downy hairs, it felt hot to my touch, then
a twitch and it gave itself away, my fingertip, slid in the precum, round
and slowly round, to its centre; another moan from Forts and his hips moved
back again, my finger tip now pushing firmly against his pucker. I moved my
hand back on to his hip, simultaneously my cock sliding forward, engaging
his pucker. Fuck, what was wrong with me; first I fuck his boyfriend now,
my cock had his arse in its sights. Another spasm from my cock and another
spurt of precum coated his pucker good and proper, I couldn't resist, I
eased forward, my hand firmly holding his hip, he moaned and ground back on
to me, his hole spreading open, stretching open engulfing my cockhead, his
sphincter snapping tightly just under my bellend, which now sat in the
furnace of his arse.

His hand moved on to mine and squeezed my fingers. I held my breath. His
head turned back towards me.

`Don't stop now,'

His arse pressed back, his hole taking more of my shaft. He moved my hand
down to his groin. His cock was big and hard and wet. He moaned as I
brushed my fingers over his straining bellend. Sliding down, I gripped his
hard, throbbing shaft. I wanked it a couple of times, his arse responding,
keeping up the pressure on my cock, taking ever more of it into him. A
third hand joined his and mine. Even my brain could work out that wasn't
right. Three of us in the bed, all with an arm and hand as good as trapped
under us, leaving one free.

I heard Davy giggle

`Don't forget me,'

I could see him lean back to Forts mouth in the darkness, the bed shock as
Davy moved back. He raised his right leg, giving Forts access to his hole
once more. For a moment, Forts butt cheeks moved forward and then as his
hard cock slid back into Davy's wet open hole, he shuffled back hands
dragging Davy back, ensuring he was deeply embedded in him and me in
him. Forts now copied Davy and raised his leg, bending it at the
knee. Davy's resting on him. He squeezed his arse muscles; they tightened
round my shaft. I leaned forward and kissed his ear. He whispered,

`Over to you now, get fucking us both,'

He let out a little chuckle, followed by a gasp as I eased back and pushed
forwards, my cock burying deep in his arse, pushing his throbbing shaft in
to Davy once more. I reached my hand forward, having a little giggle as I
felt Davy's small foot, I gripped it tightly and pulled him backwards, he
grunted as Forts was forced deeper and then, it was mine and Forts turn to
moan as our senses, too went into over drive.

The pace increased as did the intoxicating smell of our bodies, good manly
smells of fresh sweat and musk soon added to by the bleachy smell of cum,
as I spurted my load into Forts and he added to, topping up the cum oozing
from Davy's hole. We must have all collapsed again, sleeping until we all
awoke later as my alarm sounded seven O'clock. Forts smiled at me and
kissed my lips.

`Hey, come on Leith, it's your house. Where is my morning cuppa?'


**


Forts takes up the story


Leith gave a little grumble and clambered out of the bed. Davy stirred
again. He smiled round at me and kissed my lips.

`Morning sexy, are you okay?'

I nodded and kissed him back.

`Yes, sorry about turning up unannounced and then making an arse of
myself,'

`Don't be silly. I should have been there for you. I am really glad you
came,'

Davy kissed me again and clambered on to me, pushing me onto my back. His
hand slipped down to my groin.

`Well, someone is pleased to see me again,'

`He always is, you know that,'

Our lips joined again.

`You are insatiable too, not just Davy,'

Leith banged down to mugs of tea.

`Right, I am going for my shower, then you had both better have one
too. This place smells like a whorehouse,'

Davy guffawed and looked at Leith indignantly

`Well, I have never been in one, so I wouldn't know,'

He winked down at me.

`Hey nor have I,'

*

Five minutes later Leith was back, drying his hair, his cock and balls
swinging as he did.

`Come on Davy, you next, I left the water running,'

Another grumble and Davy clambered off me and headed out of the room. His
pert bum, watched every foot of the way by two sets of eyes. Leith waited
until the bathroom door closed, then came over and sat on the bed.

`Thank you for sharing him. He is an amazing guy and he absolutely worships
you. Are you okay now?'

I nodded

`Yes, sorry about all that,'

`Are you going to stay here until Davy finishes university later or have
you other plans?'

`Well, our lift back won't be here until five, so I thought I would have a
look round Aberdeen, maybe take in a film,'

Leith winked

`Crombie Road, in Torry, the Turkish bath and bar. It is down near the
docks. I am sure you will enjoy yourself. Hang on, let me give you
something to make sure you do,'

Leith nipped into his bedroom and came back with a small brown bottle. He
handed it to me.

`Did Davy mention I lecture in chemistry? This is something we make up
ourselves,'

I looked at the non-descript bottle. I was about to take the lid off.

`Hang fire Forts, not in here Davy will smell it,'

`What does it do?'

`You sniff them like this,'

Leith held the bottle to his nose, pretending to block one nostril at a
time and breathing in deeply.

`Once you have done both nostrils, put the lid back on and, a few seconds
later to quote the words of "Dante the Magician", "Sim Sala Bim" it hits
you and you feel a sexual rush,'

He grinned and winked.

`I have to say Sim Sala Bim?'

`No, you clot,'

Leith shook his head

`Are they safe?'

`Well, yes, it is used to treat people with heart problems like Angina. It
increases the flow of blood for a short period, by dilating the veins,'

I must have looked suspicious

`What is it called?'

`Amal nitrate, if you don't want to try them, don't worry,'

`No, no, I will give them a go,'

`I guarantee you will have fun. Hang on, I may have something else for you
to try too,'

Leith glanced into the corridor and put a finger to his mouth as he heard
Davy coming back into the room. Davy appeared smiling broadly, his large
white towel tightly wrapped high round his body, like a sarong dress.

`Well, that's better.... What are you two talking about?'

I shuffled to the edge of the bed, tucking the brown bottle under the
pillow. Leith saw what I was doing and nodded, pulling up the bedspread.

`Davy, you look like Carmen Mirander; all you need is a bowl of fruit on
your head. How many times have I said, men wear them just round their
waists!'

I made a grab for the bottom of his towel, but he sided step me,
squealing. He laughed back at me from the door.

`To slow, to slow. The waters running now, stinky,'

His bedroom door slammed shut before I even made the bathroom. I glanced
back at Leith.

`Crombie Road in Torry, I will check it out,'

`Yes, there are no signs, just knock on door number six and say you are
there to see Maggie.'

`Maggie?',

`Well, they are hardly likely to say Harold, it might give the game away,
let me just see if I have something else for you to try,'

Leith winked and turned his back as he opened his chest of draws.

I got myself into the shower. I should have been quicker. The water was
getting lukewarm. It still felt good, though, to wash away some of the crud
from last night's sessions.

I stood drying myself, Leith's eyes never leaving my body. He turned to
Davy.

`Can you get the bikes out while I jot down some places for Forts to visit
today while we are at university?'

Davy nodded and picking up his satchel headed out of the flat. I was about
to pull on my under ware.

`Oh, you won't need them, speeds things up, if your not wearing any, just
wear these,'

He threw me my trousers and then the little brown bottle he had retrieved
from under the pillow. I slipped it into my pocket and grabbed my shirt.

`Maybe I should just have worn my kilt; that's easily up and down.'

We both laughed. I buttoned my trousers.

`What was the other thing you mentioned?'

Leith dug into his pocket and produced a little tube. He waggled it at me;
it seemed to have a paper wrapper over foil.

`Sweets?'

`Kind of, the German Army swears by them, apparently; do you fancy being an
Ubermensch for a day?'

`Ubermensch?'

`Superman,'

`What is it?'

`We make it in the lab, too. It's a tablet, Methamphetamine-Hydrochloride,
makes you feel amazing,'

I examined the little roll.

`Just try taking one though and give it time to work, a maximum of two in a
day, okay?'

I winked at him.

`You're a wicked man Leith,'

He leant forward and kissed me

`See you later. Have fun; I wish I was coming; I left a Map of the town in
the kitchen draw for you,'

And he was gone.

It wasn't long before I was ready to head out. It was a beautiful day. I
checked my pockets, wallet check, watch check, Brown bottle and pills
check, check.


**


Athol continues the story


This would not be a simple conversation. For all I knew, Prince Dima could
tell me to mind my business and he would be within his rights. I glanced at
my watch. Oh, I hoped Forts and Davy had had a good night. Forts so needed
Davy, especially with the news Dima had brought.

Knock, Knock, Knock

`Come in... Ah, Prince Dima, please come in and take a seat,'

Dima glanced round the staffroom, Archie stood beside him, Dima glanced
back and then looked straight back at me.

`Oh, is it okay if Archie stays? I have no secrets from him,'

Dima finally nodded. I held out my arm, inviting him to sit down.

`Can I get you a cup of tea?'

Another nod. I hoped he wasn't in one of those moods.

`Or maybe something livelier? I think we have some vodka?'

`Tea will be fine,'

Archie moved forward and poured three cups, placing one down in front of
Dima. Dima nodded politely and then sat and stared at me; bloody
inscrutable Russian, he would not make this any easier.

`Prince, thank you for taking the time to see me. How is your mother, the
Princess Anastasia?'

`My mother is well, thank you, my Lord,'

Damn, this was all far too formal

`And your sister Theodora? Forts tells me you said she had not been well
recently. How is she now?'

`My sister the Grand Duchess Theodora Petrovich has been suffering from
morning sickness. I know, Prince Drageon has informed you she is pregnant,
and she is still pregnant,'

Ouch, that was me put in my place; I suppose I deserved that reply.

`Yes, he has; okay Prince, I won't beat around the bush anymore,'

I sat forward.

`Where does this news leave everyone?'

`Everyone?'

Dima raised his eyebrow.

`I don't know what you mean? Theodora is pregnant with the child of the
deceased Grand Duke Petrovich,'

I sat back. Now there was a clever game going on here, three-dimensional
chess. I nodded; Dima spoke again.

`So, will there be anything else, your Lordship?'

Dima was playing this very cool. I stood up and offered him my hand.

`Only one more thing remains to be said then Prince, please convey my
congratulations to your sister and the Imperial family. This is indeed
amazing news,'

Dima stood to take my hand

`Your Lordship,'

`Prince Dima,'

And he departed.


**


With the street map and some helpful locals, Forts had got himself to
Torry, the area around the docks in Aberdeen. He glanced at his watch,
twelve o'clock. He took the map from his jacket pocket again and found
Crombie Road. He was just around the corner. The street looked
derelict. Forts walked along the doors. All seemed set back down a short
alleyway. He found the black door with the number six on it and knocked.

He listened, thinking he heard a shuffling and then footsteps coming to the
door. There was the sound of a bolt being opened and a small door opened in
the middle of the main door. A pair of eyes surveyed him. He couldn't make
out the facial features, just the eyes. A broad Scottish voice barked.

`What do you want?'

Remembering what Leith had said, Forts coughed and spoke

`I am here to see Maggie,'

The little door immediately slammed shut, leaving Forts thinking he had
done or said something wrong. He was about to turn away when he heard two
large bolts being drawn open; the door pushed out towards him and he was
face to face with a man.

`Get in, quickly,'

Forts did as he said and found himself in a small entrance lounge. The man
returned to a seat on the other side of a wooden counter.

`Are you a member?'

`No,'

`Have you been before?'

`No, I haven't,'

`Lifetime membership is five pounds,'

Forts was nearly turning back for the door. Five pounds was a lot of
money. A door to his right opened, and he heard music and voices; he
thought for a moment and then opened his wallet and removed a five-pound
note. The old man's eyes opened wide, and he broke into a toothy grin.

`Would the fine Sir like to set up a bar account?'

`Err yes please,'

`Very good Sir,'

He spent the next few minutes completing some forms and being handed his
membership card, clearly stamped on the back `Bar tab included'.

`If you would wait one moment, young Sir, I will get Drew to show you
around and familiarise you with the place,'

The old man hit a bell on the counter and the side door opened and in came
a young man. He smiled and held out his hand.

`Pleased to meet you Sir, my friends call me Drew,'

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