Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2021 16:01:18 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 109f

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Beresford's face lit up

`Really?'

He hurried over to his friends and I chuckled to myself as he told them
Santa had another present for all the good boys.

`Oh, Mr Davies,'

I looked round. It was Athol.

`Can you help me clear the hall of boys, so we can get the tables set out
for the meal?'

`Certainly. Oh, and make sure you join us in the staffroom after the
meal. I will be handing out a few presents to everyone.'

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


Operation Pied Piper – Part 109f – Christmas 1941


Davy takes up the story


I pulled up the covers close around my neck. The room we were in was cold;
Bloody cold, I watched as my breath condensed in a white cloud.

`Come on Forts, it's freezing,'

We had definitely drawn the short straw, giving our room with its working
radiator to Callum and Gethin. Now, with the snow nearly a foot deep
outside and icy winds rattling the windows; I had half a mind to ask for it
back, or at the very least, join them.

The ensuite door opened and Forts bolted out, stark naked. He stopped for a
second at the bottom of the bed, laughing at me; as my teeth chattered. He
beat his chest ala Johnny Weissmuller and gave the Jungle call as used in
the 1939 classic, "Tarzan finds a son". Then launched himself at the bed
and ripped back the covers.

`Me Tarzan, you Davy,'

I grabbed for the covers; cursing.

`Christ Forts, it is bloody freezing, get in and stop messing about,'

He let out another "jungle yell" and grabbed me.

`Get off, you're freezing; bloody Tarzan, you're more like his monkey,'

He, as far as I was concerned, anyway; deliberately sat looking at me,
keeping the sheets open; so, I would get even colder.

`Fort's stop it, snuggle up,'

He had a cheeky grin on his face.

`Say please,'

`Fort's!'

He leapt across me; dragging the bedclothes over us. He kissed me on the
cheek and lips. Rubbing his hairy chest into me.

`I love you, is that better?'

`See your more, the monkey, Tarzan's chest was smooth,'

I should have known better as Forts jumped up again; taking the sheets and
blankets with him, this time making monkey noises. I scrabbled to get them
back.

`Fort's, what's wrong with you? Stay still,'

This time, as he snuggled up; facing me, one leg over my thigh. I wrapped
my arm tightly round him.

`Right, just stay still,'

He pushed his face into my neck and nibbled my ear, whispering.

`Don't you want me to warm you up from the inside?'

He slapped his hard cock against my thigh, anointing me with a splat of his
precum, then sliding his obviously swollen cock head through it. He nuzzled
into my neck again, nibbling the skin.

`Did you like your big surprise?'

`What Mum and Dad? What do you think? I still don't know how you pulled
that one off,'

`It was easy, because I love you,'

`I love you too, you know that?'

`Davy,'

I felt his body tense against mine.

`... Davy,'

Our faces were just an inch from each other, the tip of his nose just
touching mine. He nuzzled it sideways against me. His eyes, those amazing
green emerald pools, engulfed me.

`Hey, I know it's cold, but I don't think it is cold enough to rub noses,
like Eskimos,'

`Davy, I am trying to be serious, I really love you,'

`And I love you. You know that,'

His lips tensed, and his eyes glassed over and he swallowed hard.

`Forts, God, what's the matter? What has happened?'

`Davy, you won't ever leave me, will you?'

I shook my head.

`Forts, what has got into you? One minute you're my Tarzan and now you
doubt I love you?'

`Promise me,'

He had moved back a few inches, although his eyes never left mine.

`Of course, I promise you, Forts, what is it? What's wrong?'

I felt bile rising in my throat. His face looked indecisive, unsure; then
he smiled.

`Wait a minute,'

He leapt out of the bed.

`Forts?'

He began fumbling with his sporran and then leapt back onto the bed and
under the covers. He eased himself between my legs and sat up.

`Hey the sheets, it's cold,'

`Sorry,'

He pulled them up, making sure he covered me in like a small tent of
sheets. He was fumbling with something under them.

`Davy, I know we can't get married, but we could do what Dad and Archie
did; that ceremony they had. I mean, if you want to?'

Before I could answer, he grabbed for my hand.

`Or if you don't and want to wait, will you at least wear this to let
everyone know you're mine and I am yours?'

Forts pushed a silver-coloured ring on to my finger. I must have looked gob
smacked.

`It's platinum, not silver, look, it's our initials. The double D entwined
like a Celtic knot.'

His eyes studied mine

`You know, Davy and Drageon,'

He took a breath, still watching me

`I thought that was better than D and F you know, Davy and Fort's,'

I still hadn't spoken, or was it got a word in edge wise?

`I intended waiting until New Year's Eve to ask you; but I just can't wait,
please say yes,'

His lip quivered as his voice dropped to almost a whisper.

`Please say yes.'

I stared at the ring; Forts held his up against mine; they were perfect
copies of each other. His eyes never left my face, he removed his ring.

`Look, look,'

He turned it so I could see an inscription inside it.

`The writing is Cyrillic, it says "Loves circle is endless", please say you
will wear it,'

A large tear rolled down my cheek.

`I will, always, I promise.'

He dropped on to my chest, our lips pushed together. Stroking away my tear,
and with his voice breaking, he spoke again.

`You had me going then, I didn't think you were going to say yes,'

I just shook my head, internally pulling myself together.

`I will always love you. Thank you for the ring, it's beautiful. But I have
nothing to give you, only my undying love.'

Forts smiled

`I will settle for that.'

I smiled back at him.

`Good, now make love to me, you frightened the life out of me, I thought
something had happened.'

He kissed me again and then; with a cheeky grin and eyes full of love, he
pulled the sheets over his head, and vanished into the darkness below. I
closed my eyes, pushing my head back into the pillow; waiting for his
touch, feeling his lips as they slowly kissed down my neck on to my
chest. My cock stirred, fattening up, I giggled; it had jumped up onto my
thigh, obviously checking Fort's progress. Fort's head reappeared.

`What?'

`Nothing, keep going, someone is waiting for you,'

Another beautiful smile from those electric eyes; I pulled the sheets over
his head again as he vanished. His bum was up as he slowly shuffled
downwards, his hard wet cock head dabbing me with pre-cum as he went
lower. With both my nipples pointing skywards, I felt his tongue delicately
drag down to my navel; he kissed it, his hands shifting to my hips, he
pushed on down, following my happy trail.

I felt myself tensing, the anticipation of his tongue reaching for my
cockhead, driving me crazy. My cock throbbed and I am sure spurted out a
little wad of precum; my shaft bouncing excitedly; he was so close. I felt
his warm breath, swallowing; I raised my hips but nothing, just the
gentlest kiss along my thigh, fractions of an inch from my cock and balls;
I heard myself moan his name.

`Fort's...'

I heard him give a little chuckle. His fingers lifted my ball sac, and he
licked my balls. Sucking one into his mouth, he rolled it and stretched it;
it fell to my thighs as he sucked its partner into his mouth, again working
it with his tongue. His bum flattened as he pushed both of my balls into
his mouth, gently laying his head on my thigh as he licked and worked them
both together.

I pushed my hands down, letting my fingers run through and grip his hair. I
wanted my cock sucked, I gently lifted his head, feeling my balls stretch
as he resisted releasing them.

`Please Fort's,'

My wet balls fell to my thigh, and he moved to the base of my shaft;
kissing its root, his hand slid under my shaft and lifted it from my
stomach. I felt him blow against the tight skin, then lick, then kiss,
slowly, ever so slowly, up my shaft. He shuffled himself up, his head
forming a tent of material over my cock; I couldn't stop myself, precum was
spurting, not dribbling out of my bellend, I could feel it trickling down
between my glans, coating my bowstring; desperate to find his hot mouth.

He groaned and licked hard as he found it, his tongue tracing up my precum
stream to the source. I gasped again as he pushed his tongue in between my
cock lips, his fingers gripping my shaft tight; wanked it hard. His mouth
engulfed my glans; I thrust upwards. Electrified, his tongue darted round
the ridge, playing the ridge and bowstring for all it was worth.

His hands dropped to my thighs, sliding to my knees, hooking his fingers
behind my knee joints, he shuffled my legs back towards my head, one last
lick and my cockhead pulled from his mouth and slapped on to my stomach. I
heard him moan.

`Now I am going to make love to you,'

His bum went up and his head down as he used his nose to push my balls up
out of the way, powerful hands pushing my hips higher. His tongue licked
along my taint, he spat; bulls eye.

`Fuck I love you,'

He kissed my hole; I felt it twitch back; stimulating his lips to more. I
was soon gripping his head again as he forced his tongue deep into me,
adding fingers, easing me open; another spit.

`I think you're ready.'

He shuffled forwards, pushing my legs back, stretching me wide and ready
for him. His smiling face appeared from under the sheets, he leant forward
and kissed me again; my taste transferring from his mouth to mine. I felt
his wet bellend smear across my balls; he gripped his shaft and using his
fingers, lined it up with my hole.

`Ready?'

I nodded; tensing as I felt his bellend increasing the pressure on my hole.

`I love you,'

His hips thrust forward; I gulped as his bellend stretched and pressed past
my sphincter, my muscle snapped tight round the head.

`Got you,'

He leant forward and pressed his lips to mine again, all the time easing
his cock deeper into me. I gripped hard, tensing my muscles, he moaned into
my mouth.

`Fuck yes,'

His weight transferred to me as his pubes ground against my taint; his
hands stroking and caressing my body. I forced my hips against him, burying
him deeper in me. My whole body now responding to his thrusts as his chest
hair ignited the fuse between my nipple and my cock. I felt it throb
somewhere deep in my pleasure, sliding in the precum now, lubricating it
freely; his abs encasing and gripping it, the hairs on his stomach
increasing my enjoyment with each thrust, my balls tightened. I felt myself
panting. His lips pushed to mine as my body began to tingle and spasm all
over, my arse muscles tightened as I cried out, spraying our stomachs with
my cum.

`Oh, fuck yes,'

Forts moaned as my arse spasmed along his thick eight inches, rapidly
tensing and releasing.

`Shit, I'm cumming, I love you Davy.'

His tempo increased, his balls slapped noisily against me, his face buried
into my neck, his teeth gripping tightly the skin. As he grunted his load
deep into me.

We lay in each other's arms, our breathing and bodies one as we slowly came
down from the ecstasy that had engulfed us. I opened my eyes; he was
watching me again, smiling. He leant in and kissed me, his fingers ran over
my neck.

`Oops, better not let your mum see that,'

Entwining my fingers with his, together slowly stroking the bruised skin, I
kissed his cheek.

`It's dad, not mum, who we have to worry about,'

*

We must have dozed off; I woke to his fingers toying with the sparse few
hairs around my nipples; he smiled again.

`Are you okay?'

He chuckled, adding,

`Mrs Drageonivanov,'

`Only Mrs? Don't I get to become a Princess or at least a Duchess?'

`You will always be my Princess,'

He slipped his arm under my neck and pulled me closer.

`Have you had a nice Christmas?'

I squeezed his fingers.

`It's been amazing, all of it, singing with Tessie, watching you do the Can
Can for the last time,'

`It definitely was the last time; did you see Dima's face? He was not
amused, he told me afterwards that that was not how Russian Princes
acted. I took it as a telling off.'

`He is just jealous,'

`Maybe, but he has a point at the same time.'

`Did you see mum and dad's face and little Andrews when Father Christmas
gave them all a gift from under Athol's tree?'

`I saw you dad sniffing towards Gunny, I am sure he could smell the cum on
his breath, I could.'

I laughed

`We all could,... Forts,'

He waited for me to carry on.

`Thank you for mum and dad's presents again and Andrews,'

`They were from us both,'

I looked into his eyes.

`They could never be, I can't afford things like that,'

His finger went to my lips.

`Davy, please, I hate this, the money is ours, not mine, that's why I want
you to become my partner, forever,'

He kissed me again.

`Yes,'

`But?'

`No, but's Davy. What is the point of having all this money if I don't have
you to share it with?'

`But,'

`And together we can make people happy; I could never spend it all
alone. Not if I lived until I was a hundred,'

We both knew he was right. I nuzzled up to him.

`Well, mum loved the Emerald bracelet, did you see her face when she saw
the valuation slip in the box,'

`I did, I didn't realise it was in there; sorry,'

`And dad's gold cigarette case, he couldn't believe that. And then the
trust fund paying for Andrews' schooling, you are too generous.'

He kissed me again.

`We are generous! We are! Next year he will appreciate toys more, so this
year, investing in his schooling seemed more sensible.'

Forts was right, of course; Andrew already received enough toys from
everyone else and no one had topped the giant Teddy Forts had found for him
in London.

`Do you think dad and Archie liked their travel luggage?'

`You know they did, now we just need the war to end so we can all go
visiting places again,'

He pulled me to him. A familiar stirring, over took our bodies. Forts
grinned at me.

`Are you ready for round two?'


**


Athol continues the story


Archie had come to get me, the ENSA Concert Party had dismantled the stage
and everything was back to how it had been; the tree still standing proudly
just where the stage had been.

Oh God, no.

`Niki, no cycling in the Great Hall, please,'

I called after the red flash, as he raced past on his brand new bright red
bicycle; the bell ringing madly. He waved back at me; Archie took my arm.

`Leave him, I don't think I have seen him so happy, another amazing present
from Forts,'

`Yes, you're right, but.'

Archie gave me a serious stare, mouthing "it's Christmas".

`Okay, okay,'

I called after Niki

`Niki, just another ten minutes, please then put it away; I know it's
snowing outside, but bicycles are for outdoors.'

Niki did a big circle and came back towards us.

`God, what is he trying to do now?'

Niki was standing up, and appeared to be trying to kneel on the saddle; The
front wheel started to wiggle as he lost control and came straight at
us. We both leapt out of the way; waiting for the inevitable
crash. Somehow, he stopped the bike with no damage done, still grinning
widely. He berated the bicycle in Russian, causing us both to laugh. Archie
walked over to him.

`I will leave him to you, I have to speak to Gunny, oops Father Christmas.'

I had to chuckle to myself as I heard Archie explaining to Niki

`No, not like a horse,'

I made my way behind the tree, possibly not paying as much attention as I
should have been.

`Gunny are you here,'

I heard the muffled cry and his voice.

`Oh shit,'

The next thing I was on my back seeing stars, with Santa Claus and a rather
embarrassed fifth year looking down at me. Santa was speaking.

`Are you okay?'

He was pushing the fifth year to leave. Urging him to go.

`Do up your fly,'

I just had to laugh, Gunny's big hand came down to me, as the boy vanished
behind the tree into the main hall.

`Sorry, I think you slipped in his cum, I was about to, well, you know, you
gave me such a fright, he couldn't stop and came all over the floor.'

With his help, I stood up and straightened myself up.

`Gunny, my friend, I need to speak to you,'

He looked towards the floor, then anywhere but at my eyes.

`Yes, I know; I have been expecting it. It's time anyway, I should be
moving on. I wanted to thank you for the new boots and clothes though, they
should see old Gunny out. Oh, and for making me your guest of honour at the
Christmas dinner; No one has ever done that for me before.'

`Gunny, what are you talking about? You are not going anywhere I hope
anyway, besides it is still snowing outside, you're definitely not leaving
in this weather.'

He finally made eye contact.

`In fact: what am I saying? You're not leaving, period. I want you to stay
on as the odd job man; that way Archie and I will know you're safe, warm
and getting fed. What do you say?'

He took a deep breath; I had my answer as he embraced me, and a big tear
ran down into his bushy beard.

`Besides, the boys would never let me let you go,'

I gave him a wink.

`Merry Christmas, my old friend.'

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