Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2022 14:52:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 114d

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In the distance, piercing through the surreal chaos, I heard Police
whistles. That's when I saw Archie, he was on the pavement, just coming
round. He appeared to have hit his head on the side of the van as Bruno had
crashed into him, rushing towards the gunmen.

Archie, mumbled, struggled to speak, "Is Forts okay? It's Bruno, he is a
Russian agent!"

He struggled to get up, I held him down. "No, you couldn't be more
wrong... Bruno saved him... Bruno saved him... Bruno saved him."

That was it, I couldn't speak anymore. The 'dring, dring,' of an ambulance
bell as it drew closer filling me with relief. We were all safe, and Dima
would get the medical help he needed. I began to sob, overwhelmed, cuddling
the man I loved.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 114d – Nightmares


Davy continues the story.


Forts and I had been manhandled out of the doors past Dima, who was lying
on the pavement with ambulance men working on him. Forts tried to stop, we
both did, but the momentum of McPhee and Mishcon careered us across the
pavement and in through the open door of the Rolls Royce. Mishcon followed
us in as McPhee slammed the door behind us. Athol and Archie were already
seated inside. I could hear McPhee shouting and Niki's raised voice. The
door opened and Niki was thrown into the back with us, as the door slammed
again, McPhee jumped in the front beside the driver. Through the security
screen, I could just hear McPhee ordering the driver to get us moving back
to Dryford Manor.

Forts exploded. He jumped up and grabbed Mishcon pulling him out of the
jump seat nearest the driver, projecting him towards the rear bench
seat. He began banging on the glass privacy screen. "NO, NO, we are going
to the hospital!"

Athol leant forward and took hold of his son's arm. "Forts, we have to get
you back to the Manor and safety!"

"No, we are following the ambulance! What is wrong with you? Dima nearly
died because of me!" Forts turned away from Athol, who was left
open-mouthed, shaking his head in disbelief at the way his son had just
spoken to him.

Forts leant forward, hammering on the privacy partition again. "Andrei, you
had better be taking me to the hospital, or you are out of a job!"

McPhee looked back at us through the glass, he was obviously speaking to
the driver. There was a brief silence and then the speaker hissed and
McPhee spoke, "Forts, Count Ouranoff is going in the ambulance with Dima,
we must get you back and safe."

Forts scrambled for the button, opening the privacy screen. "Both of you
will do as you're fucking told. Now get me to the hospital!"

Andrei answered with his heavy Russian drawl, "Yes, your Imperial
Highness." And the glass closed once more.

I sat forward and reached to take Fort's hand, as he stared forward to see
where we were going. He pulled his arm away from my grasp. "Not now Davy. I
am going to the hospital!"

I knew not to say anything else. Athol, Archie and Mishcon exchanged
glances, looking for me to say something. I just shook my head and mouthed
'no'. Forts, oblivious, sat back down opposite me, his hand seeking out my
knee. He gave it a little squeeze, mumbling, "Sorry darling, but I must see
Dima is okay." I nodded, as he turned to look out the front, seeing where
we were going.

That was when I heard the whimper and looked down, poor Niki, who we had
all forgotten about, sat crying on the floor of the vehicle. The front of
his clothes and his hands covered in Dima's blood. He sat gazing at them,
quietly weeping.

"Oh, Niki, come here."

I picked him up, pulling him on to my lap. He wrapped his arms round me,
his face buried tight on my shoulder.

"Forts!... Niki."

Fort's head snapped round, he was out of the jump seat and kneeling on the
floor in front of us in an instant. His arms wrapped round us both.

"Oh, Niki, I am sorry. You must have been so frightened. Do you want to sit
with me? Have a Forts cuddle."

Niki lifted his tear-stained face and swung himself to face Forts. He
stopped and pointed at a splash of blood that went across Fort's jacket and
up on to his cheek, then broke down again, sobbing, "Dima's."

Forts took him from my arms and shuffled back with him to the jump seat,
Niki's arms and legs tightly wrapped round him. He sat stroking Niki's
hair, cuddling him as the car headed for the hospital. "Sorry, my shouting
frightened you, little monkey."

Forts looked over at me and mouthed, "Where is Bruno?" I nodded towards
Niki, shaking my head. Forts caught on quick and placed his hands over
Niki's ears.

"The Police took him. Mishcon will arrange for someone to meet him at the
Police station who speaks German once we get to the hospital."

Forts shook his head as he gently kissed Niki's hair, "What a fucking
mess."

*

We arrived at the hospital shortly after the ambulance. Dima was being
prepared for surgery. We all hurried in, Forts still carrying Niki. A
doctor finally agreed to let Forts and Athol see Dima, before they
operated, but stressed only for a moment. Forts handed me Niki, and they
went through.

They hadn't had long to speak. Forts came back. It was obvious how upset he
was. If anything, he had even more blood on him now where he had hugged and
kissed our friend. Niki looked at him and hid his face in my
shoulder. Forts came over and kissed him, his words trying to reassure the
little guy.

The hospital found us a room to wait in. Athol and McPhee liaised with the
armed Police Officer who arrived at the hospital. He had been sent to
ensure our safety. With McPhee, he took up a position in the corridor
outside our room.

Forts insisted we weren't leaving until he heard how Dima was. Mishcon left
us to get one of his colleagues to meet Bruno at the Police station. Then
nothing, just waiting and waiting and waiting. The clock on the wall ticked
noisily. I couldn't take my eyes off it, anticipating each jerking movement
of the minute hand. Forts and Niki eventually fell asleep, both exhausted.

Three hours had passed when the knock on the door made us all jump. McPhee
was standing with the surgeon we had seen earlier. Poor Niki nearly ending
up on the floor as Forts leapt up.

"May I come in?"

Forts couldn't contain himself. "Yes, yes, how is our friend?"

"Your friend has had a remarkable escape. The bullet missed all his vital
organs. I have patched him up and now it is just a case of waiting. I am
very hopeful that he will make a full recovery, however."

Forts staggered, "Thank God. Can I see him?"

The surgeon glanced round the room. "I really would rather you left him to
rest. How about coming to see him tomorrow? I am sure he will be up for
visitors then."

Forts nodded. "Yes, I understand, thank you, Sir and thank you for saving
my friend." That was it, the floodgates opened. Athol and I jumped up,
Athol taking Niki. Me, I just hugged Forts as hard as I could as he sobbed.

The journey back to the Manor was a silent one. Was it good news, or just
positive? Mishcon had told us that Bruno was in good spirits and one of his
colleagues was representing him at the Police Station.

Forts and I went to see Theodora to tell her the news. He squeezed my hand
and took a deep breath as I knocked on her door, and we went in.

Theodora was seated at her dressing table, she looked up at us in her
mirror. "Hello, you two." She was smiling broadly, "You have been hours,
that was some shopping trip." She turned to us, chuckling. Suddenly, she
saw the blood on Fort's jacket and trousers, she leapt up, her mouth now
wide in horror, realising we weren't saying anything, she screamed, "Oh, my
God!. What on earth has happened?" She looked behind us, "Oh no, where is
Dima?"

Theodora ran towards us, Forts couldn't speak. I steadied my nerves. "Dima
is okay. Please let's sit down." I led her to a chair.

"What happened? Where is he?"

"Theodora, someone tried to shoot Forts today. Dima saved him by stepping
between him and the gunman."

"Oh, my God, how is he?"

"He was operated on earlier and is doing as well as can be
expected. Luckily, the bullet missed all his vital organs."

Forts lost it again, he got to his knees in front of her. He took hold of
her hands, "Theodora, I am so sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't believe
anyone would try to kill me. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

Was it her royal breeding and upbringing? I couldn't think what else it
could be. Theodora calmed herself and lifted Forts off of his
knees. "Forts, you weren't to know. Dima loves you. He would never have
forgiven himself if anything had happened to you. He has always said he
would happily give his life for you."

Theodora wanted to go to the hospital straight away, but we managed to
assure her Dima needed to rest and would be fine. We would all go to visit
him the next morning.


**


Gary continues the story


Brian reappeared a few minutes later, his fringe wet, where he had
attempted to wash my cum off. He sat down, blushing. I leaned towards
him. "Did you enjoy that?"

He blushed, "I have never done anything like that before."

"Do you want to do it again?"

Brian looked at the floor and gave a little nod.

**


Davy continues the story.


Athol had made a last call to the hospital at eleven o'clock that
evening. We were all pleased to hear Dima was awake and speaking. Forts,
like us all, was overjoyed and relieved.

*

I was waiting for Forts. I lay on the bed, watching him leave the bathroom
and pad over to the bed in his pyjama bottoms. His gold orthodox cross hung
loosely on the chain round his neck. The cross itself was partially hidden
in his thick chest hair.

He climbed in and turned off the bedside light before wriggling over beside
me. He gave me a kiss and lay on his side, facing me. "Are you okay?"

I wished he hadn't asked me that. I felt my eyes twitching as they filled
with tears. It was my turn to lose it. I broke down, sobbing, "I nearly
lost you." He put his arms round me, pulling me tight to him.

"Hey, I am okay. Here feel." He put my hand on his arm, "Davy, I am okay,
see?"

"I'm sorry, I keep seeing that guy's eyes and the gun. We had been having
such fun. How quickly it all changed." I gave a little wince as he squeezed
me.

"What's that, are you hurt?" He pulled back, staring at me in the gloom,
then reached for the bedside light, illuminating us both. "Are you okay?"

He was on his knees, looking at my bare chest. "I'm okay, it's just where
Dima pushed me back out of the way, so he could get in front of you. Thank
God he is okay."

Forts lay down next to me again, cradling me in his arms. "You remember
that, he is going to be fine! That's not to say he wasn't very lucky, the
bullet missing any of his vital organs. Did you see Bruno grab the gunman?"

"Fort's please. I keep seeing it, please stop, I will never sleep."

He kissed me again. "Mishcon said Bruno's arrest was inevitable. He will
probably be in court in two days. One of Mishcon's' colleagues will be
there with him. I was thinking we could go too, show some support."

There was a quiet click as our door opened and closed, we both looked
round, but couldn't see anything. Forts looked back at me and then leapt
out of bed. "Davy, stay there!"

"Forts, no!" I felt the panic rising in my stomach. "Forts!"

I threw back the cover and began to get out of bed when Forts let out a
cry. "It's you little monkey." He stooped, picking up Niki. Who was
obviously mumbling something to him. Forts looked round at me, repeating
Niki's words. "You couldn't sleep?" And "Can you sleep with Davy and me?"
Forts chuckled, carrying him over to our bed. "We had better ask Davy,
hadn't we?" I lay back in the bed, pulling the covers back up.

Forts was grinning for the first time since the incident. Niki was hugging
him tightly, Forts whispered to him, "Shall we ask Davy then?"  Niki
glanced round at me and then hid his face once more. Forts repeating, "You
want me to ask him?" Niki nodded his head. "But what if he says no?"

I pulled back the covers, "Forts, stop being mean. Come on Niki, in you
get!"

Niki jumped down, beaming, and leapt onto the bed. "Me in the middle."

Forts gave me a wink and shrugged his shoulders. Oh well. As it turned out,
Niki wasn't sure who he wanted to snuggle up to. While he was trying to
decide; which had us both laughing, our door opened again. This time,
McPhee and Ouranoff's heads poked round the door. McPhee laughed at Niki in
bed with us and then asked, "Room for two more?"

We waved them in, Ouranoff joining McPhee, clambering on to our bed. Now
Niki was torn. He sat, obviously contemplating once more, his little face
serious as he decided which of the four of us would be the lucky one. At
one point, resorting to 'Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,' as we all laughed.

I knew it wasn't really a contest. He would pick Forts, He always did,
everyone did. Niki's little face, always lit up when Forts acted all
pleased and surprised that he had been chosen. He was going to make such an
amazing dad. However, tonight as our door opened again and Athol and Archie
trooped in, Forts just might miss out. Niki adored Athol too. "What's this
a slumber party? Can we join in?"

I shouted over, "Yeah, plenty of room in this enormous bed."

Archie stopped and asked, "Where are Marcus and Denis?"

Marcus's door opened, and he popped his head out, "Did you call?... Oh, are
we having a party?" He ducked back into his room, "Denis, come on, we are
missing a party."

Archie surveyed the available space and bolted for our bed, "Well, I am
grabbing this bit." Athol landed next to him, "Come on, shove up."

Marcus and Denis came out of their room and stood with their hands on their
hips, watching us. Marcus chuckled, "Well, looks like we need some ice
cream."

Denis adding as they both headed off to raid the kitchen.  "And
booze,... Give us a minute, we will be right back!"

Forts looked at me, "Should we really be having a party?"

"Well, I think we all need to. You're safe and Dima is going to be okay, so
let's celebrate that!"

Forts, kissed me, "Okay."

That was a relief. God, we all needed this, Forts safe and the news Dima
was going to be fine was the icing on the cake. I got out of bed and wound
up the gramophone. I had no idea what the record was until it started. The
label was in Russian. As it turned out, it was Shostakovich 'The Second
waltz'. I recognised it straight away from Forts waltzing with me at the
Grand Duke's Ball. Gosh, that seemed so long ago now.

Forts landed with a thump off the bed and grabbed me, "I remember this,
shall we?" Who was I to refuse? Staring into each other's eyes, he waltzed
me round the room. I loved him so much and had never come so close to
losing him.

"Ice cream, ice cream, Champagne anyone...?" Marcus and Denis came
clattering into the room, pushing a serving trolly piled high. "Help
yourselves, everyone!"

Marcus smiled as he saw us dancing.

"Denis, look, how civilised... shall we?"

Denis gave a chuckle, a low bow, and they joined Forts and me, waltzing.

"Hey, don't forget us!" Athol and Archie joined us, dancing. Calling back
to McPhee and Ouranoff, "What about you two?"

Soon only Niki was sitting on the bed, I noticed he was pouting and I was
about to get him to join Forts and me, when our door opened again and
Theodora's head came in. "Am I invited?" to a chorus of "Yeses." Theodora
came in. Barely through the door before Niki was in front of her, he gave a
gracious bow and in Russian asked her to dance. Theodora beamed, "But of
course, prince." He puffed up his chest, looking every bit like 'actual
royalty', then turning to me and Forts, ruining it all, by sticking out his
tongue.

*

God, my head was thumping. I woke gradually, something was tickling my
nose. I tried to move my hand, to brush it away, but something was lying on
my arm. That smell was familiar too, I sniffed again, yes definitely
familiar. I opened one eye, ah, my face was in Fort's armpit. My fresh
problem was I now wasn't sure whose morning hardon was sticking in between
my bum cheeks. I looked back over my shoulder. McPhee's face close behind
me, he was fast asleep. So, it was his hard on. I tried to move
forward. Niki made a grumbling sound. He was kind of on top and between
Forts and me. It was no good, I need a wee. "Sorry everyone," I pushed
myself up, easing Niki over on top of Fort's hairy chest.

Forts opened one eye, "Morning, sexy, what time is it?"

I hauled myself up, "Early, sorry I need a wee." McPhee rolled into the
space I vacated. Forts just smiled and closed his eyes again.

God, my head. I began crawling across the bed. "Excuse me, sorry, excuse
me, sorry, morning, sorry about this, I need a wee." I finally picked my
way through the pile of naked bodies. Naked bodies? Oh, of course, after
Niki made a mess of his pyjamas with that bowl of ice cream, we all
drunkenly stripped off in solidarity. That was when Theodora had left,
saying she would leave us boys to it.

Archie was sandwiched up to Athol, with Ouranoff kinda draped over both of
them. Archie woke as I knocked into him, his hand gripped my morning
hardon, he gave a chuckle. "Well, I am ready if you are?"

"Sorry, Archie, I have to have a pee before I wet myself." I pulled away
and jumped off the bed. I had to grip my side, Christ, that still
hurt. Hang on, wasn't that where this all started? "Fuck, OUCH! Oops, sorry
everyone."

The empty champagne bottle I kicked spun crazily across the floor, before
coming to rest against a chair. I glanced back at the bed, no one seemed to
have stirred. I peered at the pile of bodies, where were Marcus and Denis?
Oh, that was right, they had headed back to their own room after the game
of 'truth or dare'.

I was just about to enter the bathroom when our door opened and Theodora's
head peeked in. "Good morning Davy. I see everyone is still asleep."

I stuffed my hands into my groin, trying to cover my morning wood, and
dashed into the bathroom. "Sorry, princess. I have to pee urgently!" I
heard her laugh and the door close again.


**


Theodora takes up the story.


Where was everyone? It was nearly eight o'clock. I walked down to Forts and
Davy's rooms, peeking in through the door. I had to laugh, there was Davy,
stark naked, embarrassed as hell, disappearing into the toilet. Everyone
else? Well, they were just a pile of naked bodies on the bed.

I went down to the Garden Room. Mishcon was sitting at the breakfast table
alone. He stood as I went in. "Your Highness, good morning, I was beginning
to think everyone had left and not told me." He chuckled at his own joke.

"I think they were all partying last night. Well, actually, I know they
were."

"Partying?"

"Yes, the relief everyone was safe, I think."

"Oh, I wonder why I wasn't invited?"

I gave a little grin, "Well, they were all naked when I looked in this
morning."

Mishcon laughed, "That will be why, then. It was that sort of party." More
laughter from us both.

I sat down to have my breakfast, "Mishcon, I wonder if you could have a
look at some papers I have received from New York, they relate to my dead
husband's business in America."

"Certainly, your Highness."

"Mishcon, please, this is one thing I have in common with Drageon. Please
call me Theodora. I hate formality."

He nodded, "As you wish, Theodora."

I handed him the folder of papers. He opened it and flicked through the top
sheets. "These papers, as I am sure you have probably realised, relate to
your deceased husband's businesses in America. It appears that, with the
war, they are doing very well, actually. You are extremely wealthy and
getting wealthier by the day."

"Really? I knew he had some business interests in America, but not what."

"Well, these papers show he owned, and now you own, several shipyards on
the East coast. It appears they are all very busy building and repairing
ships, all on government contracts. This financial report is from his,
sorry, your accountants."


God, not accountants. I thought for a moment.

"Mishcon, would you take over my affairs too? I know you are already doing
Drageon's. I have just no interest at all."

He looked surprised, "Theodora, it would be my honour, we can speak again
later. I will have to draft a letter to your American solicitors and
accountants, you will need to sign it."

I was about to agree when the door opened and a sorry-looking group came
in, all in dressing gowns. Forts was at the front and looked the healthiest
of them all.

He stood holding the door open, "Come on, you light weights, breakfast,
best meal of the day!" He was grinning madly. "And here he is, the love of
my life, not feeling so well again." Forts leant in and kissed Davy, who
just glared at him. "So what's for breakfast? Do I smell kippers?"

McPhee turned back, saying, "Sorry, I think I am going to be sick," and ran
from the room.

Forts sat down at the table with us. "Good morning, you two."

"Morning Forts, you're very cheerful today."

Forts winked, "I feel awful, but don't tell this lot. I am having fun."  He
looked round. The rest had just flopped in the easy chairs, all deciding
they couldn't face breakfast. "You're all light weights! Well, apart from
you, Niki!" He ruffled Niki's hair. He was busy tucking into a big plateful
of scrambled eggs, his cheeks all puffed out like a hamster.

"Forts, Theodora has asked me to manage her financial affairs for her. Do
you have any objections? I think it could be beneficial for you both. Your
joint fortunes make you a formidable partnership."

Fort's shook his head, "I have no problems with that." He glanced
round. Davy was sitting his eyes closed on one of the armchairs, "Just
don't say I am in partnership with Theodora to Davy, you know how he can
get." He gave both of us a wink.

Mishcon thought for a moment, then leant forward. "I have had an idea, both
of you should consider. I am hoping it will help end the investigation into
the death of the chamberlain and also get Bruno released."

Theodora and I exchanged glances, "Go on."

I want you both to host a charity event at the Savoy to help, Oh, I don't
know, war orphans, or the families of widowed Police officers. The cause is
somewhat irrelevant as long as it is philanthropic."

I didn't like the sound of that at all. "It sounds a bit underhanded. Don't
you think Forts?"

"Well, yes, but if it gets Bruno released and the investigation in to the
chamberlain's death halted, I can see the sense in it. And we would still
be helping those less fortunate than ourselves."

I wasn't overly comfortable with the idea and could tell Forts felt
similarily, but I could also see the positives. "Okay, will you arrange it
all, Mishcon?"

"Certainly, a donation by both of you of say, ten thousand pounds, should
get us the outcomes we need."

I Felt really uncomfortable now. "Please, I don't want to hear any more
details, just arrange it." I leant over and kissed Fort's cheek, "Right, I
have to go. What time are we going to see Dima?"

Forts reached for my hand, "Theodora, it is not as bad as Mishcon makes it
sound. He just speaks like a lawyer. And twenty thousand pounds will help
so many people."

"I suppose you're right."

"We will talk more in the car on the way to see Dima. I will send Marcus to
get you once we are ready."

Forts kissed my hand and placed a hand on my tummy. "I will never do
anything that will make him ashamed of us."

I nodded and left before the tears started. Why couldn't he have been mine.


**


Davy takes up the story.


Niki looked anxious when he saw the Policeman sitting outside the door to
Dima's hospital room. He had stopped, his smile vanishing and turned to
Forts, he always turned to Forts. "It's okay, they are just making sure
Dima is safe. Come on, you go in and see him first."

Niki sidled past the Policeman, who casually said, "You will be lucky if
you can get in for all the flowers!" None of us up to that point knew that
Forts had turned the room in to a florist shop.

Niki dashed into the room. He leapt straight on to the bed and cuddled up
to Dima. We all waited while the two of them spoke in hushed tones in
Russian to each other. Dima pulled him into a cuddle. It was obvious that
they both cared a great deal for each other. Niki clearly loved him too and
was over the moon to see him looking so much better than yesterday.

At a wave from Dima, the rest of us, Theodora, McPhee, Forts and I, piled
in too, sitting where we could. Mainly on Dima's hospital bed. The
Policeman was right, the room couldn't have held many more flowers. It was
such a relief to see Dima looking so much better. Conversation flowed and
soon got round to last night's party.

I clearly felt better by then, "Then, Marcus and Denis brought a trolly
with Champagne and ice cream and things to eat, and the party began, with
Forts and me waltzing and everyone joining in."

I could see McPhee giving little shakes of his head, but by then I was in
full flow. Only stopping when I glanced at Dima and saw he was frowning. He
even folded his arms, Niki copied him, glaring at me.

"So you were all worried about me and missed me, then?" Dima huffed, his
bottom lip sticking right out. McPhee looked skywards, "Well done, Davy."

I looked to Theodora for help, "Dima, of course, we all missed you." She
took his hand and squeezed his fingers. I missed Dima's wink.

Forts didn't. He laughed, "We knew you were going to be okay by then. And
this little monkey was so upset," Forts ruffled Niki's hair, "that he came
into our bed and, well, one thing led to another."

Dima smiled. "I know, but it's good to see you all squirm. Especially you
Davy! So come on, tell me what else happened."

I realised I had been had.

"What's going on in here? This man is ill, this is not a... Come on, out
all of you!" The Matron was huge, unless she moved from the door none of us
would be able to get out.

McPhee was on his feet first, "Matron, I have the honour of introducing to
you His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov,
Romanov. Her Imperial Highness, the Dowager Grand Duchess Theodora
Petrovich. You obviously know you are looking after His Highness, Prince
Dima Chikenoff. Mr David Thomas, and this is gentleman is Nikita
Igoreovich."

Forts interrupted, "Actually, that's Count Nikita Igoreovich, and the
person addressing you is the Viscount Christopher McPhee, his father is
Earl Kingsholm, cousin to King George VI. I do hope there isn't a problem?"

The Matron looked somewhat deflated, like the squirming barrage balloons
that could be seen hovering over London from the window.

I think she gave a curtsey, possibly mixed with a bow. "No problem, your
Highnesses, but your friend does need his rest too. Just a couple more
minutes, please." She vanished as quickly as she had appeared.

Theodora gave a little snigger. "McPhee, that was cruel, and you Forts,
should know better."

I had to ask, "Err, Forts, did you just say Niki was a Count?"

"I certainly did. Apparently, I am allowed to do that, and I cannot think
of anyone who deserves it more."

Niki kissed Dima and then ran along the bed and leapt into Fort's arms.

"What shall I call you, Count Little Monkey?"


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Friends yes I know, "Where's the sex? Where's the sex?"  It's coming, Its
coming.

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Other Nifty stories by Blackscar.

'NightCam Fun'                      – Gay/Encounters
'Exploring my brother'              – Gay/Incest
'Josh's Adventures series'          - Gay/Adult Youth
'An Army life for me'               - Gay/Adult Youth/Military
'Grandmas Bedroom'                  – Bisexual/Incest
'Dominic Online'                    – Gay/Adult Youth
'Vampyre'                           – Gay/Adult Youth
'Operation Pied Piper'              – Gay/Adult Youth
'Scream if you want to go faster'   - Bisexual/Adult Youth
'Red and Nick'                      – Bisexual/Military
'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest
'A Brother Used'                    - Gay/Incest
'A very English Trailer Park'       - Gay/Adult Youth
'Special lube Oil'                  - Gay/Adult Youth