Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 22:41:32 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 109c

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

Tomorrow I would start 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,'

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


Operation Pied Piper – Part 109c – Christmas 1941


Gethin picks up the story


`Come in, come in, good morning chaps, sleep well?'

Jeremy and Stuart came into our suite; Both nodded in answer to my
question, although seemed a bit subdued to.

`How about you two?'

Callum walked in holding his arse, making an exaggerated show of rubbing
his butt cheeks.

`Well eventually,'

Jeremy burst out laughing; Stuart turned the colour of a beetroot and
looked away. I took his arm.

`Are you okay? I hope you're not too shocked by Group Captain Tremblay,'

Flustered Stuart, shook his head. Jeremy came and stood next to us. I
noticed he rested his hand on Stuart's arse cheek; as Stuart jumped
forward, Jeremy and Callum laughed.

`Sir, you don't have to worry about Stuart here. I am working on him,'

Stuart blushed again. I put an arm round each of them and ushered them in
to the dining area.

`Come on, leave the poor chap alone. Let's have breakfast; I don't know
about you? But I am starving.'

Callum was still laughing.

`And you Jeremy have a long drive ahead of you up to the Castle,'

Jeremy nodded. I looked at Stuart.

`Have you decided if you want to come too? You're more than welcome. It's a
beautiful place and lovely people. I am sure you would love it,'

Stuart's face lit up.

`Yes, I would like to come, if you're sure it's okay,'

`Of course it is. Callum and I are flying up later. You can join us,'

Stuart glanced at Jeremy.

`Sir, would it be okay if I drove up with Jeremy, keep him company?'

Stuart avoided making eye contact. Callum gave a little titter. I glared at
him. Mouthing, "Stop it, don't frighten him". I watched Jeremy take his
hand and give it a squeeze; so now I knew, they definitely had had little
sleep last night too.

*

There was a knock on the door and in came several liveried staff carrying
coffee, tea, and a selection of breakfast treats. I lifted one of the
server lids.

`Oh, Kippers,'

Callum grinned.

`No way are you having those. I am not being stuck in a plane for several
hours with you having eaten bloody kippers,'

`You are such a spoilsport.'

`My decision is final. I can't imagine Tessie would enjoy your farting all
the way to Scotland either,'

Jeremy looked up.

`Tessie is flying with you?'

`Yes, ENSA are doing a show at the Castle over Christmas. She performs with
them often, so when we met her last night I invited her to join us. It will
be an enjoyable break for her, I hope.'

`Wow, I look forward to that then,'

Jeremy chuckled and reminded us of some of the jokes from last night.

`Gethin, remember you had better let Athol know too, otherwise we are all
going to be sharing rooms.'

Callum laughed again,

`And she is not sharing with me; I have plans.'

*

With breakfast soon finished, we all got ready to leave. Jeremy was going
to drive Callum and me to Biggin Hill, where we would meet the plane flying
us up to RAF Dyce. He would then set off by road and meet us at the castle
sometime tomorrow. Tessie was meeting us at Biggin Hill, too.

I decided as I had been promoted to being in charge of RAF bases. I should
conduct a quick inspection before we took off. Callum stared at me.

`What, you're starting with one of my bases?'

`Where better?'

`Gee, thanks, where's the nearest phone?'

With the Hotel manager and several members of hotel staff in attendance to
wish us "Bon Voyage", we all gathered outside and clambered back into the
Hillman Minx staff car; destination RAF Biggin Hill. Jeremy soon had us
there. We were met by the Station Commander, who looked like he was about
to have kittens, when he saw Callum also; His local Group Captain. I
allowed Stuart and Jeremy to tag along on my inspection; both of them
taking every opportunity to have a dig at Callum.

*

With the inspection completed, it was time for Jeremy to set off for Castle
Fraser; we took our leave of them, and winking, wished them an enjoyable
journey. Once more Stuart blushed red, especially when Jeremy slapped his
arse, saying.

`You can be sure of it,'

*

Having waved them goodbye, we took over an office until Tessie
arrived. Callum looked at me.

`Have you let Athol know about his new guest yet?'

`Tessie? Damn, no I forgot. Oh well, it will be his Christmas surprise,'

Callum shook his head.

`It certainly will be.'


**


Gregor Duncan takes up the story.


I poured two cups of tea; Landers was at the sink; I chuckled to myself. He
no longer had to stand on a box to reach it; he had really stretched, and
in case you're wondering, I no longer had him naked in the kitchen. I now
got to enjoy his pert little bum in our rooms upstairs.

`Tea, how are the Brussel sprouts coming?'

`Don't ask, if I never see another sprout as long as I live, it will be too
soon,'

`That bad, well you're doing well, next, the potatoes,'

He groaned and then jumped as I slapped his arse. I peered out of the
window in front of him. A few flurries of snow were swirling down from a
darkening sky.

`Snow! I hope it doesn't lie,'

The tapping on the back door gave us both a start; we exchanged confused
glances.

`Who can that be?'

Landers winked.

`One way to find out, the doors over there,'

I gave him another playful slap on his bum.

`Don't be cheeky you.'

I crossed to the door and opened it, jumping back at the sight before
me. It looked like a pile of rags and old newspaper, held together with
several pieces of baler twine. A bushy grey, almost white wild beard and
moustache, topped with two dark sunken eyes, stared back at me. A blackened
hand in a half glove reached towards me.

`I am sorry to bother you, good Sir, but would you have any old bread or
something I can eat?'

The snow was swirling around thicker than a few moments ago. I glanced
round as Landers joined me.

`Christ, Gregor, bring him in, he looks frozen.'

`Yes, of course, come in, sorry, excuse my manners, but you gave me a bit
of a fright.'

The old guy shuffled in, an old pair of shoes on his feet, the toe cap
missing revealing; yes, his real toes, blackened and cold. It was then the
smell hit me, then Landers,

`My goodness, Landers, run and get Archie. This guy needs a nice warming
shower and some clothes to wear, he can't stay like this in the kitchen.'

Landers nodded and headed out through the door. I grabbed a wooden chair
and told the guy to sit; handing him my cup of tea.

`Here, take this. Let me get you something to eat. How does some hot Lentil
soup sound?'

The old guy sat quietly.

`I don't mean to be any trouble, sorry, it just turned so cold.'

`Don't be silly, it's no trouble at all,'

As I ladled out the soup and got a roll from the bread bag, the kitchen
door opened and in came Archie with Landers and one of the first years,
young Colin. The guy stood as Archie approached and pulled the loose piece
of material from his head and neck; he gave a slight bow.

`Sorry to be any trouble, your Lordship,'

Before Archie could say anything, Colin babbled excitedly.

`It's father Christmas, Santa Claus,'

Now with his head and beard uncovered, I had to admit, I could see the
similarity. Archie bent down and whispered something to the first year, who
nodded and rushed off. Archie held out his hand; something I hadn't been
brave enough to do.

`Not his Lordship, I am Archie Campbell; his Lordships factor,'

The chap touched his forelock and gave another bow.

`Sorry to be a trouble Sir, I will be going,'

With that, he stood up, staggering as he tripped over his failed shoe. I
looked at Archie.

`He can't go back out into that,'

Archie nodded.

`I never asked him to. Sit back down, old guy, no one is moving you on,'

He stopped and turned; a tear ran down his dirt-stained cheek, vanishing
into his bushy beard.

`Thank you, Sir, thank you,'

Now Archie was looking as embarrassed as I felt. The old guy reached for
and gripped his hands, touching them to his head.

`Thank you, Sir, thank you,'

He repeated. All of us looked round as Athol's voice boomed out into the
room.

`My God, it can't be? It is you, isn't it?'

Archie and I looked at each other. Archie shrugged his shoulders and turned
to Athol.

`You know him?'

`Well, yes, if it's Gunny, are you?'

The guy began to sob and dropped to his knees, gripping Athol's kilt hem.

`Your Lordship,'

As Athol struggled to get the guy back up, Archie rushed to help. Together
they got him on to the chair again.

`Have they given you something to eat, my old friend?'

He nodded.

`Good, good, we need to get you washed up, and some new clothes; these are
just rags,'

The guy looked embarrassed.

`No one wants to help anymore Sir; It's as if I am invisible,'

`Well, you're always welcome here,'

Colin pulled at Athol's fly plaid and whispered.

`I told you he looked like Father Christmas,'

Athol nodded.

`Yes, you did. Now how do you fancy helping take Santa to the showers and
show him how everything works? Colin, remember to get him a towel and a
razor too,'

We watched as Colin led Gunny out of the kitchen. The door barely closed
when Archie said.

`So, who is that? And how do you know him?'

Athol seemed deep in thought.

`I don't really believe it, Gunny, was a drifter round here when I was a
boy, God, he must be in his late eighties now,'

`His name can't be just Gunny?'

`That's all I ever called him. I don't think I ever knew his full name. I
am sure Dad said his surname was Gunn once. God, it was a long time ago, I
can't really remember.'

Archie looked at me as if I was mad.

`So how do you know him?'

`You wouldn't believe me if I told you,'

Archie was insistent.

`Try me?'

Athol threw his head back and laughed.

`He gave me my first blow job, when I was a youngster,'

With both Archies and my mouths hanging open, he laughed again.

`A good one, too, as I remember. Archie, sort out some clothes for him and
shoes too, then bring him up to the staffroom.'

Athol looked at me.

`One more for Christmas dinner Gregor; and I know just who we can introduce
him to the boys as,'

Another laugh and Athol was gone.


**


Davy takes up the story.


`I don't know, Mr Davies, don't you think we need to change, Joseph? He
needs to look older.'

`I don't know who else we can use,'

We both stood looking at the tableau of the Nativity before us.

`Oh, hello Niki, how are you?'

Niki joined us, folding his arms and mimicking our expressions as we looked
at the unsatisfactory Joseph. Hugh and I began laughing at the same time.

`Are you thinking what I am thinking?'

He nodded as I turned to Niki.

`The only thing Davy is I wanted Niki to play the Angel Gabriel. I am not
sure about any of the others dangling on a rope.'

`I am sure he can do both, didn't the Angel only appear to Mary and leave
her to tell Joseph about the miraculous conception?'

`Come to think of it, I think you're right,'

He turned to Niki

`Jump up, and pull your jumper up. How do you fancy flying?'


**


Jeremy continues the story.


We were soon on the A1 and heading North. I had another glance at Stuart;
he was a good-looking guy. He sat quietly, staring out of the window.

`Come on then Stuart, tell me all about yourself?'

`Where do you want me to start?'

`Well, how long have you known you were a homosexual?'

His head spun to face me.

`I'm not,'

`Oh, I think you are. Don't worry, you're not dammed for eternity and if by
any chance we are, you're in some pretty good company,'

He stared at me, chewing his lip. I chuckled.

`Seriously, Gethin, Callum, me, and just about everyone at the Castle, it's
going to be a hell of a Christmas party,'

`What there are others there? Like us,'

I reached for his knee and squeezed it.

`Oh, you're in for such fun,'

He visibly swallowed.

`I hope they like me?'

`Don't you worry about that,'

`I can practically guarantee you're going to be very popular,'

Stuart gave a nervous smile and looked away; still smiling.

*

With a couple of stops for fuel at RAF bases, it was early evening when we
pulled off the A1 into the carpark of the Scotch Corner Hotel, the RAF, had
requisitioned part of it soon after it opened in 1939, and the hotel now
gave favourable rates to RAF personnel. That was probably why Gethin had
booked me a room there. Once I had parked up, I pretended to let Stuart out
of the back and saluted him; he played along as we marched in to the
hotel. The poor receptionist, realising we wanted a room for two, called
the manager. The poor guy, thinking that Stuart was obviously someone
special, spent ages looking at the booked room's ledger. Eventually he
turned and, with a serious face, spoke.

`Gentlemen, I am so sorry. There appears to have been a mix-up. All I have
available is a double room, with a Queen-sized bed.'

I think he was expecting a load of grief, but as Stuart grinned and said

`That will be fine; he can sleep on the floor,'

Having realised Stuart was joking, the relief on the manager's face was
palpable. He gestured for a bellboy to grab our cases and handed Stuart the
room key. By now, Stuart was getting right into his role.

`Oh, my man, send up half a dozen brandies, will you? There's a good chap,'

The manager bowed.

`Certainly Sir,'

We made our way up to the room; following the bellhop, I tipped him at the
door. He touched his forelock and nodded.

`Thank you Sir, the drinks will be just a minute,'

Stuart turned and smiled at me as the door closed. I crossed to the bed and
sat on it, giving it a few little bounces. He blushed as I winked at him.

`This should do nicely. Why don't you have a quick shower and get ready?'

I winked again. God, his blushing made me horny. I undid my tunic and
loosened my tie just as a knock at the door announced the arrival of the
drinks. I had them put on the bedside table, tipping the young bellhop once
more; It crossed my mind to see if he fancied joining us; I was sure he
would have: But no, tonight was Stuart's night.

The bathroom door opened and Stuart stood there naked and hard.


**


Athol takes up the story


God, it really was Gunny. I was sure he must have been dead by now. I
hadn't seen him for years, not since I was a teenager, in fact. I quietly
entered the communal bathroom area and hurried to the door into the shower
area proper. I heard Colin's voice.

`Do you want me to help you shower? You're very dirty.'

`That would be very nice of you to help Santa out like that,'

I nearly burst out laughing, trying hard to remember the lines he had used
on me in the woods that day. As the first puffs of steam came through the
door and, with the water now running, I peered into the room. Colin was now
standing naked alongside "Santa". Gunny was kneeling on the floor as Colin
rubbed a cake of soap against his grimy looking skin; poor kid, this was
going to take him all night. I felt that familiar twinge and, throwing
caution to the wind, walked right into the room.

`Colin, do you need a hand?'

`Oh yes please Mr MacDonald,'

I quickly stripped off and walked under the water, lifting Gunny off his
knees. We briefly looked deeply into each other's eyes; both remembering a
time long ago, he looked away, breaking the spell. I soaped up my hands and
began; washing his trunk and limbs with Colin while he concentrated on his
hair and face. Colin gave a little giggle as he soaped up "Santa's" cock
and balls, pulling his pubes into soapy peeks.

It took a while, but with the grime gone, the tanned leather like skin
shone through.

`Well, that's looking better,'

`And he smells better too,'

Colin giggled, Gunny nodded, smiling, and gave Colin a head rub.

`All thanks to you, little man,'

He dropped to his knees in front of Colin; I turned to watch. My swollen
cock slapped against Gunny's face. His hand caught it and he rolled back my
foreskin; he licked the end and eased it into his mouth.

`God, I remember this amazing cock,'

The thing was, I hadn't forgotten his amazing mouth either. As he engulfed
my swollen dripping cock head; It transported me back to the first time in
the woods surrounding the Castle all those years ago. I forget what I was
playing; The darkness of the woods had spooked me enough without hearing
moaning. I had hunted through the bushes, finally coming across this chap,
cock in hand, wanking furiously. I must have stood on a twig, because he
caught me and demanded to know what I was doing spying on him.

He had terrified me at the time, wild-eyed and wearing a tatty old black
suit and shoes, their soles flapping loose; he had seemed ancient to me,
but now, I realised he could only have been in his forties or fifties. His
voice brought me back to the present.

`Boy, do you want to try this for size?'

Looking down, he was holding my cock mid shaft, offering it to Colin's
wide-open mouth. I felt his lips stretching over the head, Gunny still
offering advice.

`Watch those teeth, this one is a real treat,'

As Colin's tongue worked my ridge and bowstring, Gunny dropped lower and
took Colin's hard nail into his mouth. He let out a deep moan and Colin
staggered as his balls were sucked into Gunny's warm mouth, joining his
hard cock.


**


Fort's continues the story.


Dima and I scanned the snow ladened sky.

`There, that must be them,'

I pointed to a plane coming in to land; swirls of snow billowing round
it. We watched it as it lined up with the runway and descended through the
low clouds. The Station Commander's door opened behind us, and he came
rushing out.

`Come on chaps, we can't keep the Air Marshall waiting.'

He jumped into his car and it took off across the grass towards the now
taxiing plane. Dima and I leapt back into the jeep and followed. The
taxiing plane came to a halt and then nothing. We joined the Station
Commander waiting.

`What's wrong?'

`Not sure, the pilot has asked for a mobile staircase; It's just coming,
the Air Marshall, must be going soft in his old age,'

He turned, smiling at me. I gave a little laugh; we had met the Station
Commander before, so I knew he was having a little joke. We waited
patiently while the steps arrived and then were put into position. The door
opened and Group Captain Tremblay was first off the plane.

`Fort's, he came hurrying over and launched himself at me,'

A big hug followed as he looked round. He gave a smile.

`Prince Dima,... What no Davy?'

`He had to stay at the Castle, organising the Nativity play,'

`That all sounds very grown up,'

A high-pitched laugh took my attention back to the aircraft.

`God, who is that?'

Callum leaned into my ear.

`That, young man, is "the Tessie O'Shea",'

`What, the singer?'

`None other,'

Gethin was busy shaking hands with the several RAF Officers who had now
turned up and introducing them to Tessie. As he turned to us, I heard him
saying.

`Of course you're all invited,'

`Fort's,'

I stretched out my hand. He looked at it and shook his head.

`Your bloody joking, give me a hug,'

Hugs over, he to acknowledged Dima and spoke again.

`Forts, allow me to introduce Star of stage and screen, Miss Tessie
O'Shea,'

She grabbed me and gave me a big kiss. Smiling at Gethin; it then dawned on
me they had all been drinking on the plane.

`Well, he is a bit of all right Air Marshall, isn't he?'

I jumped, blushing, as she pinched my bum. I looked at Callum, who was now
doubled over laughing. I panicked and bumbled

`The cars this way, ma'am,'

She shrieked with laughter again.

`Oh, he thinks I am a lady, I like him a lot.'

She winked as she leant in and pinched my cheek.

`Lead the way, Tiger.'


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