Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2021 20:42:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 109b

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

I watched as a tear drop splashed on the polished surface.

Marcus spoke again, quieter this time.

`The rest of the set is downstairs, four trunks and various other bags and
boxes, all identical in finish to this one and all Monogrammed, with the
family cypher.'

I leaned in and kissed Forts.

`Well, at least we will have luggage for our next trip wherever that is.'

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


Operation Pied Piper – Part 109b – Christmas 1941


Gethin picks up the story


Callum stuck his head back into the bedroom.

`Come on, slowcoach! We are waiting. Do I still have to dress you?'

He came over to me and took my uniform shirt off of the hanger. Suddenly
stopping for a moment, then looking round at me.

`Just when were you intending to tell me?'

He grinned and turned towards the door.

`Stuart, grab that Champagne and three glasses and get in here, and meet
the RAF's newest Air Marshall,'

Callum came over and hugged me, planting a big kiss on my lips just as the
door opened. Stuart stopped at the door, but was quickly waved in by
Callum. I immediately felt his eyes looking at the burns across my torso.

`Callum, my shirt. Stuart doesn't want to see this,'

Callum knew how I felt about my burns, so it amazed me when he turned to
Stuart.

`Gethin, was flying an early hurricane when it caught fire. He was lucky to
survive.'

Stuart blushed and looked down.

`Sorry I stared Sir, I have never seen anyone burnt like that before,'

Callum reached for the champagne glasses.

`Well now, if any of your fellow pilots joke about desk flyers, you can
tell them Air Marshall Gethin Evans deserves every promotion he has ever
received.'

He leant towards me and kissed me again. I had pulled on my shirt and had
just finished doing up the buttons, as Callum moved to fill the three
glasses; he handed one to Stuart and one to me. He stood to attention.

`Sir, congratulations, now don't forget your trousers, cheers,'

The three of us burst out laughing as we drank. Callum put down his glass
and grabbed my trousers.

`See, I still have to dress him,'

I looked at the young Pilot Officer, his facial expression never changed;
Callum had now made it so obvious we were a couple; even to the thickest of
chaps. I hoped it wouldn't lead to any trouble. I pulled on my trousers and
laced up my shoes; Callum was waiting, holding up my tunic; I slipped it
on. We finished our glasses of Champagne, Callum and Stuart put on their
flat caps; I looked round for mine; Stuart stepped forward, my cap in his
hands.

`Please allow me Sir and congratulations again.'

I nodded.

`Come on then chaps, let's set the town alight,'

There was a knock at the door.

`Come in, Ah Jeremy, is the car ready?'

`Yes Sir,'

Callum chuckled and sighed.

`Oh, God Gethin, why does everyone look so much younger than us?'

`Alas, because they are,'

Jeremy Miles had just turned twenty-two; as you will remember, he was the
pilot wounded, when the plane carrying Athol, Archie, Forts, Davy, Callum
and I was attacked. Jeremy suddenly noticed my new shoulder stripes. He
jumped to attention and saluted.

`Congratulations Sir, well deserved,'

I nodded.

`Thank you, Jeremy. Let me introduce Pilot Officer Stuart Burgess. Stuart,
Jeremy here is one of the bravest men I know. He not only saved my life
with his exceptional flying but also those of my closest friends. Sadly,
the injuries he received mean he can no longer fly, so I requested him as
my driver, hoping he will still look after me with such skill.'

Jeremy looked down, embarrassed at my praise; but he couldn't hide the DFM;
Distinguished Flying Medal ribbon on his chest. Stuart came to attention
and saluted Jeremy; who blushed red.

`Please, you don't have to salute me Sir,'

Jeremy's voice mumbled. I gave him a pat on the back.

`You deserve every salute you get. Come on, let's get going,'

The concierge waylaid me in the foyer.

`Sir, I have booked a table at Claridge's for your party, then three seats
to see the Cabaret Show at the Palladium, starring Tessie O'Shea. I hope
that will be okay,'

`Sounds excellent, just one thing, change the theatre seats to four please,
thank you, my driver will now be joining us, and let Claridge's know it's
four now too.'

He gave a nod of his head; I looked back at Callum and Stuart. Jeremy was
looking at me, open-mouthed.

`You don't have to do that Sir,'

I gave him a wink.

`I know, but I get little chance to spoil you and show you how grateful I
am. Come on, you three, let's hit the town.'

We drove off into the dark night. Luckily there were few cars on the road
anymore; mine being an RAF staff car, all the Police Officers directing the
blackout traffic saluted it; prioritising our intended route; this gave us
all a bit of a giggle, as we took turns to return their salutes.

The meal at Claridge's was amazing, proving that the wartime shortages
didn't impact on all equally. We drank and celebrated. After several toasts
to me on my promotion, I was desperate to head to the men's room. Callum
followed me in to the beautiful mosaic floored "Gent's." The brass work and
dark oak fittings gleamed. We were both laughing so much I nearly missed
the attendant in his white jacket; he nodded as we came in.

`Good evening gentlemen,'

We both nodded our acknowledgement, before moving to the urinals.

`So, did you think that young Stuart looked as shocked as I did, when you
kissed me?'

Callum seemed to think for a moment.

`Probably more than I was expecting; maybe I have him wrong, but his best
friend died the other week. Badly shot up, he had made it back to Biggin,
then bloody died in his arms right next to his crate. He seemed devastated,
all got a bit embarrassing as he wouldn't let the medics take the chaps
body,'

`Who was his friend,'

`Now, I am going to sound awful, I don't really know, they had only been
with us a week, I hadn't got a chance to get to know them; all I know was
his name was Will Graham; another pointless death,'

Callum cleared his throat. I could tell from his voice, even speaking about
yet another young chap dying, was chewing him up. I really need to get him
away from it. Hopefully seeing Davy and everyone up at the Castle would
help.

`Come on then, let's go and see, if this Tessie O'Shea is as good as I
hear,'

`You know she is not a beauty? They call her Two Ton Tessie from Tennessee'

`Sounds right up my street,'

We crossed and washed our hands, the attendant placing a warm dry towel
into our hands.

`Enjoy your evening Gentlemen.'


**


Davy continues the story


I helped Marcus and Forts get the rest of the luggage that had arrived into
one of the storerooms; there was way too much of it to fit in our
room. Once it was all safely stowed, Forts had seemed lost in his memories;
he had sat on the bed stroking the small case, his fingers constantly
tracing the letters of the Imperial cypher.

`Are you okay?'

I sat and snuggled up to him on the bed; putting my arm round him.

He looked round, tears in his eyes. He tried to nod, but his chin and
quivering lip gave him away as more tears rolled down his cheeks.

`I never knew them; why couldn't I have been left with just one memory of
them? It's so unfair.'

He buried his face in my neck and sobbed and sobbed. I heard Marcus's door
open and glanced round; he brought two mugs of tea; he handed me one and
put the other down on the bedside table. Touching Fort's shoulder while
giving me a little "hang in there" look; He retreated to his room. I nodded
and stroked Fort's cheek, following it up with a gentle kiss.

`Darling, Marcus has brought us some tea,'

I steeled myself as Fort's looked up; he looked awful; I hated to see him
hurting like this.

`Come on, take a sip, it will make you feel calmer, then we had better be
getting the tree organised.'

Fort's nodded and kissed my cheek; he picked up his tea and together we sat
and drank. He turned and smiled, his face finally looking more like its old
self. He squeezed my knee.

`What would I do without you?'

We both had quick showers and dressed, then headed down to the
staffroom. Athol and Archie both smiling as we entered.

`Athol, is it okay if I phone Dexy? See if he is free to help us get the
tree?'

He nodded and pointed at the phone.

`Oh, they may all be still celebrating, he heard his brother was one of the
few survivors of the Arizona,'

`Oh, that's great news,'

I reached for the phone.

`Davy, I need you to speak to the ENSA people later, too. When are you
free?'

`Whenever,'

`Great, they are hoping a few of the boys might want to join them on stage;
what do you say? I immediately thought of you. I am not sure about our
"Highland Can Can" again though as there will be ladies present,'

I gave him a mock shocked look and glanced at Forts.

`Did you hear that? No Can Can. And there was you planning a reprise,'

Fort's gripped the front of his kilt and held it up, before giving a high
kick, flashing is fat cock and balls at his dad.

`I have been practicing too, Oh well,'

Athol, winked.

`Maybe next year,'

Athol turned back to his desk; my finger still poised to dial Dexy.

`Oh, another thing Davy, can you see Mr Davies? I think as Minister
Montrose will do the religious bit; is there any chance we could have a
little nativity play; maybe the first years, anything to cut into the
Minister's boring sermon?'

`No problem, I am sure we will be able to come up with something,'


**


Jeremy takes up the story


Stuart had watched Gethin and Callum leave the table; it was obvious he had
a question for me.

`So, Jeremy, I was wondering if I could ask you something?'

I was pretty sure I knew what was coming.

`Yes, go on,'

`Gethin and Callum, seem very close?'

No way was I going to answer this fully.

`Yes, I suppose they are, they have been through a lot together,'

Stuart made eye contact with me.

`No, you know what I mean, like, very close,'

`Maybe you should ask them?'

He gave a little cough and obviously decided not to pursue it any
further. Gethin and Callum were soon back and with the meal finished, we
all headed out to the vehicle, so I could drive us to the Palladium. It was
nice to see the hustle and bustle of the audience as they queued to go in;
it gave an air or normalcy to an otherwise drab and sandbagged theatre.

Seeing the scrambled egg on Gethin and Callum's flat caps as they got out
of the car, a uniformed attendant hurried over. Greeting Gethin and Callum
on behalf of the management, he then led us all to a Royal Circle box. He
spoke quietly to Gethin and Callum, inviting them to meet the cast after
the show; that invite didn't extend to the lower ranks, unfortunately.

*

What a riot the show was, so much colour and fun; I realised how little fun
there was now. It was a real coming together of everyone in the theatre
regardless of class and position; side by side, we belted out the classic
wartime songs; just what all of us were craving; some normal human
contact. Led by our Diva for the evening, Miss Tessie O'Shea; she reminded
me of my mum, warm and bubbly.

Alas, it was all over too quickly and before I knew it; I was driving us
all back to the hotel. Gethin had tried to get a room for Stuart, but the
hotel was full; Callum looked at me.

`You don't mind sharing, do you?'

`I have no objections as long as Stuart doesn't,'

Stuart, who had consumed a fair few gin and tonics, shook his head.

`That's great, well we will see you all up at our room for breakfast then,
say eight o'clock?'

We were soon in my room, not as grand as the suite Gethin had, and even
smaller now with two of us sharing; luckily it still had its own
bathroom. Stuart stopped in his tracks at the door.

`Oh, it's only got a double bed,'

`Yes, lucky it is not a single, huh?'

He was looking around the room; he went to the armchair and prodded it. I
looked over as I undressed.

`You're not thinking of sleeping on that, are you? Don't be daft; there is
plenty of room in here for us both,'

`Err, well, I have never slept with another guy in a double bed,'

My sigh was audible. I had to stop myself from being flippant; I doubted he
had ever slept with anyone in a double bed.

`Well, I can assure you, you will be quite safe.'

I stripped down to my y fronts and walked through to do my teeth; his eyes
followed me, although, seemed fixed to my crotch. As soon as I went back
through, I saw he was still dressed and milling about. He half smiled and
then vanished in to the bathroom.

I clambered into the bed and waited until he opened the bathroom door, when
I turned out my bedside light. A quick glance and I saw he had undressed in
the bathroom; down to his underpants like me. He gave another little cough,
and I felt the bed sag as he climbed in.

`Well, err, good night Jeremy.'

`Good night,'

I snuggled down and was soon fast asleep. Leaping up, confused, as a voice
screamed.

`No, Will, you can't die!'

I scrambled for the bedside light; feeling the covers ripped from me as
Stuart's body contorted next to me.

`God, no, please no,'

The light flicked on, illuminating the room; Stuart spun to face me, his
eyes wild, his face glistening with sweat.

`My God, Stuart, are you okay man?'

His heart was pounding. He stared at me for a moment.

`Oh, I am so sorry, I was having a nightmare,'

I reached out and touched his face.

`Hey, it is okay. I have them myself.'

He looked at me sheepishly.

`Did I call out a name?'

`Yes,... Will,'

I left my words hanging; seeing if he would offer any more of an
explanation.

`Will and I joined up together. He was badly shot up a few weeks ago, got
his crate back to land somehow; but died in my arms after they got him
out,'

He turned away. I could hear his breathing change as he took deep breaths
to steady himself. He looked back.

`I will be okay now, sorry about that,'

`Stuart, you don't need to be sorry,'

I tried to sound comforting. His eyes began tearing up, so I reached for
the light switch, plunging the room into darkness once more; saving him any
further embarrassment. The mattress gave a couple of barely noticeable
shudders; poor Stuart was obviously crying. I lay wondering what to do,
then decided there was nothing I could do but show him some human warmth. I
slid up behind him and put my arm round him; his body froze.

`Come on, you're okay,'

I slipped my arm over his chest and left it there. A few moments passed,
then I felt him shuffle back against me. His hands took hold of my arm and
clasped it to his chest.

`Thank you, Jeremy,'

We both dropped off again, snuggled against each other. Somehow, during the
next few hours, we seemed to have changed positions. I heard gentle moans
from behind me and felt a thrusting into my buttocks. Stuart was tight up
behind me, his arm now over my chest. His fingers ran up through my chest
hair to my nipple. Now it was my turn to gasp as he rolled it between his
fingers. I adjusted my bum and felt a hand easing down the back of my y
fronts, another groan and a wet cockhead eased against my arse cheeks. What
to do?

`God, I love you Will,'

He muttered, his hot breath exciting the hairs on my neck. I wanted to just
push back on his cock, but knew that probably wasn't what I should do. I
placed my hand on his hip and moved forward; his arm held me.

`No, Will, please,'

There was nothing for it. I tapped his thigh.

`Stuart, Stuart, you're dreaming,'

He gave a sexy dirty moan; then I don't know if my voice filtered into his
brain, but his body went rigid again and he leapt back as if he had been
struck by a lightening bolt.

`Oh, my God, Jeremy sorry,'

He repeated over and over.

`I will sleep on the chair,'

I felt him shuffling towards the edge of the bed. Reaching out, I took hold
of his arm.

`Stop, just lie still, you're doing no such thing, just lay back.'

`But,'

`Shush,'

I got up next to him and leant in towards his neck. I blew on it gently.

`Just relax and go with the flow,'

My hand slid down his body to his Y fronts, he half gasped, half moaned as
I gripped his hard cock through the thin material. His pillow moved as his
head turned towards me in the dark; his warm breath dusted over me; sensing
he was about to speak; I pressed my lips to his. He resisted me; panting.

`I can't,'

I licked his lips.

`Well, I can,'

The glint of a small gold crucifix hanging round his neck caught my eye;
was this the source of his hesitancy? I kissed down his chest, licking each
nipple and then down further. His breathing was erratic; coming in quick
gasps. I moved his legs apart and then knelt between them.

`We mustn't, it's wrong, it's an illness, Oh God.'

That last one nearly made me chuckle. His hands gripped the bedding, the
sheet scrunching up in is fingers. I ignored his comments, renewing my grip
on the front of his under ware, his cock was rock hard. It sprang out at me
as I peeled down his y fronts. I hooked his waistband under his nuts and
moved closer. A nice uncut six inches, at least two inches wide, a nice
thick juicy looking lump of meat. I grinned up at him and winked; he closed
his eyes as I opened my mouth and slid them over his swollen bellend. His
hands grabbed the sides of my head.

`No, no, it's a sin,'

I wriggled free of his hands, his cockhead never leaving my mouth. Another
groan as my tongue swept over the now exposed bellend. I doubled back,
tasting his salty precum on my tongue, flicking the tip backwards and
forwards over his pouting cocklips; dragging more and more of his precum
from his shaft. His hands fell away; now resting on the bedclothes, his
fingers began to gently stroke the side of my neck. His cock thrust deeper
into my mouth, his precum now flowing freely over my tongue. I pulled his
erection from my mouth; he groaned.

`No, please carry on,'

Looking up I winked, he blushed and looked away. I hefted his balls, two
nice walnut sized orbs, they hung loosely in the skin pouch. Lowering my
mouth to them, his man smell filled my nose; this guy hadn't showered for
several hours; all that time trapped in his tight, thick uniform trousers
had heated his skin. My nose flooded with his pleasantly over powering
aroma.

Again and again, I pushed my face into his ball sack, kissing and licking
at the skin with its light dusting of fair hairs, his moans now becoming
louder and more intense. He gasped as I sucked one of his balls into my
mouth; toying with it, I rolled it over and over my tongue, his sack skin
releasing his salty taste in the bath of saliva. More moans and an
exclamation of,

`OH, God,'

As I eased his second bollock into my mouth alongside its partner, I
bounced them both on my tongue. Once more enjoying the release of yet more
man salt; nature's own flavour enhancer, all this time feeling the skin
tightening as it drew closer to the bone of his cock; releasing his jewels,
I watched as they split, each now tightly alongside his cock shaft. My
tongue moved to the bottom of his thick dick and slowly began licking up
his blood filled shaft; his hands again gripped the bedclothes.

`No, shit, watch out, I am going to cum.'

He tried to pull his cock away from me; I slapped his hands away and took
his cockhead into my mouth just in time.

`Oh, fuck, sorry, sorry, it's so disgusting,'

His throbbing cock splattered the inside of my mouth with his thick cum as
he moaned. His face turned away. Once I was quite sure he had finished, I
gave a last lick and pulled my mouth off his cock. He tried to move towards
the edge of the bed.

`I'm so sorry,'

I held his arm.

`Hey were are you off to? That was lovely, amazing even, thank you,'

His voice was almost a whisper.

`You liked it?'

I pulled him to me and planted a big kiss on his lips.

`Of course, I liked it. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't,'

I lay cuddled up to him. I had to ask.

`Was that the first time you had your cock sucked?'

He bit his lip and turned away.

`That was the first time I ever did anything,'

`But, but, you were humping my leg, saying you loved Will, you must have
done something with him?'

Stuart's eyes glazed up.

`No, I always wanted to, so did Will; I think, but I always stopped it. My
father, the Reverend Burgess, always said it was a mortal sin for men to
lie together or even to see each other naked.'

I squeezed his hand and leant in, and kissed his lips.

`Well, how do you feel now? Neither of us have been struck by lightning
bolts, and if I am honest with you, I really enjoyed it.'

His voice faded to a whisper.

`So did I,'

`So, do you want to try doing some things to me, or for me to do more with
you?'

`I am a bit tired now. Do you mind if we both just sleep? We have a long
journey tomorrow, If I am coming up to the castle with you.'

I smiled; poor mixed up Chap; how many guys were like him? Good god-fearing
boys; denying themselves pleasure; all because of an interpretation of a
book, no one knew who had really written. He was, however, right about the
long journey ahead, with Gethin wanting his car available and inviting
Stuart up to the castle for Christmas. Tomorrow, I would be starting the
long drive up there. Luckily, with an overnight stop at Scotch Corner,
before the last leg of the journey up to Aberdeen. I reached over and
kissed him again.

`Your right, best get some sleep,'

I turned off the bedside light and snuggled down.

`Jeremy, can I sleep with you tomorrow night too?'

`Of course you can Stuart.'

I felt his warm body moving and then sliding close up behind me; his arm
came round me and pulled me tight. He kissed my neck, whispering.

`Thank you Jeremy,'



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