Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2022 17:13:58 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 115b

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While Forts charmed the wives. Mishcon moved in on the men themselves, to
plead the case for Bruno and for the investigation into the death of the
chamberlain to be stopped. Consequently, I didn't see Forts much for the
rest of the evening. But somehow it had worked. Bruno had been released as
it was not in the public interest to prosecute him. After all, he had saved
a Royal life, and they were common murderers. Similarly, the investigation
in to the death of the old chamberlain was stopped. Obviously, the two men
who had attacked Forts were responsible. Mishcon was a genius.

*

I sat back, my eyes closed, and let out a sigh. Lips kissed mine.  "I'm
back."


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Operation Pied Piper – Part 115b – The Castle Beckons


Brookmeyer picks up the story.


So, I was now sleeping back up at the Castle. I had been so for a week
now. Gary's dismissal of me from the lodge had hurt. No explanation, I was
just to go, replaced by a fawning pathetic toffee-nose, who didn't know his
arse from his elbow. This time, I refused to beg him to take me back. This
time, I would get even. Maureen had been embarrassed, unable to even face
me as she said goodbye when I picked up my clothing. Gary had been as cold
as only I knew he could be. Instead, all his emotions manifest, simpering
over that boy. I fucking hated him already, both of them, in fact. Even
more, as I heard Gary's exchange with Mr Duncan take place with me standing
just inside the kitchen listening. Gregor, that is, Mr Duncan and Gary had
known each other for years. Mr Duncan thought Gary might listen to him. I
held my breath as I heard him say, "Gary, can we speak about Brookmeyer?"
Gary hadn't answered. I could tell from Gregor's voice, his nerve failed
him. Gary could have that effect on people. "Sorry, it's none of my
business," He had said. Gary uttered one word, "Correct!" My stomach
heaved. It was over between us. I had only spoken to Brian in passing, God,
I didn't even know him, really. But I was going to make sure I spoiled one
of Gary's obvious plans.

Pulling myself together, I began to scheme. There had to be a way to get
Brian alone. I left the Castle and decided to walk down to the
stables. Seeing there was an American Army truck parked by them, I
stopped. I could see the two of them, and who was it? Yes, Dexy. I ducked
into the bushes and continued watching them as they chatted. Their voices
drifting to me on the wind. I heard Dexy saying, "Well, we had better get
going." Gary nodded, he pulled Brian towards him and planted his lips
firmly on his. Dexy had laughed and said something like, "You're insatiable
Gary!"

Dexy then went round the front of the truck and clambered in. Gary and
Brian continued talking, although I couldn't hear what they were
saying. Gary pulled away and climbed into the truck. The engine staggered
to a start as the exhaust belched out a cloud of black smoke before roaring
into life.

Brian stood peering up, next to Gary's now open window, gazing up at
him. It was sickening. Gary reached down and ruffled his hair, exchanging a
last few words. With that the truck gave a lurch, and it set off down the
drive, Gary giving a final wave of his arm through the open window. Brian
stood and watched as the truck turned out of the drive and then walked back
under the arch into the stable yard.

I broke into a run after him, changing my stride to a much slower pace as I
walked under the stable arch and into the yard. Brian was standing, filling
a bucket of water, his back to me. I walked right up behind him. Silly
fucker was deaf too, he hadn't even heard me.

"Brian, isn't it?"

He jumped, dropping the bucket, which clattered to the cobbles, spilling
its contents.

"Christ!... Sorry, you made me jump."

His chest was pounding. Our eyes met, I just looked at him, my emotionless
stare dominating him. He looked away first. I had learned many things from
Gary, eyeballing someone out was one of them. I remember him telling me,
people don't like it when you fix contact on their eyes, he was right.

"I am looking for Gary."

"You're Brookmeyer, aren't you?"

I didn't answer. I licked my lips and dropped my hand to the front of my
kilt, slipping my hand under my sporran and squeezing my stiffening
cock. His eyes watching my every move. I coughed, he looked up. With his
face blushing pink, he glanced away. He knew I had caught him looking at my
cock.

"Well?... Have you seen him?"

"He just left... With Dexy, they are going to the station to pick everyone
up."

Again, I just stood, making no reply. He was now looking really
uncomfortable. I went to turn away, but stopped, maybe now was my time to
act. Even if the train was on time, which they seldom were during the war,
I would have at least two hours, more than enough time for what I intended
to do. I stopped and turned back, smiling.

"So how are you enjoying being at the Castle?"

He tentatively copied my smile.

"Well, I am not really in the Castle." He stammered, his eyes glancing at
mine and then at the ground again.

"Of course. You're staying with Gary and Maureen."

"And Aaran." His voiced faded on the word.

"Yes, my godson, Aaran."

I stepped forward, standing mere inches in front of him, my eyes again
fixed on his face, he took a little step backwards.

I had him. "Is there something wrong?"

He looked downwards, "I don't know, is there?"

I lifted his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Gary has good taste."

Brian cast his eyes downward again as soon as I let go. "Has he taught you
how to kiss yet?"

I moved even closer, "Come on, don't be shy. You can tell me."

Brian blushed, my face now only a couple of inches from his, he tried to
look away and step back. I held his cheek firm. "Well?"

"Yes," he gasped, "Brookmeyer, you're hurting me." He looked like a
startled rabbit. I pressed my lips to his, he tried to speak. As his mouth
opened, I forced my tongue in between his lips. He struggled against my
hand on his head, holding him to me, well, for a few moments. I heard him
moan, and his tongue was in my mouth. I pushed my hard cock against him as
we continued to snog for a few minutes, he moaned again and pushed back
against me. His mouth tried to reconnect with mine as I broke the kiss. I
gave him a little wink. "Better than an old guy, huh? Come with me."

I led him into one of the open horse stalls. After closing the bottom of
the stable door, I began to take off my kilt jacket. I winked as I threw it
into the fresh hay. He gulped and glanced back into the yard as I removed
my sporran and undid my kilt belt. His eyes snapping back to the now
obvious bulge in the front of my kilt. I let go of the material, it slid
from my body, catching on my rock-hard shaft, it dragged it downwards. His
mouth grew wider, letting out another gasp as the weight of the material
and gravity caused my cock to release its burden. It sprung up, slapping
against my stomach. His tongue ran between his lips as his eyes remained
focused on me. I lay down in the hay, my hand gripping my shaft, and winked
again.

"Well, are you getting undressed?"

He glanced back at the door, hesitating just a moment, before quickly
stripping off his clothes. I lay watching him, chewing on a piece of
straw. He stood naked, watching me, unsure of what to do next. I spat out
the hay, "Over you come then." He looked back again into the yard and then,
covering his cock and balls with his hand, came over to me. As he knelt
down, I moved his hand, "No need for you to cover this. You look great." He
smiled nervously. I had to take control again, I pulled his
hand. Unbalanced, he fell towards me, a flick of my wrist and he was on his
back, startled, looking up at me. I flung my leg over him and got between
his legs, pushing my mouth back to his.

I knew Gary's methods, Fuck; he had used them on me for Christ's sake. I
broke the kiss once Brian was moaning and kissed slowly down his
chest. Licking each nipple in turn, while my hand wanked his erect
cock. "You're gorgeous. I hope he hasn't shared you with anyone yet."

Brian tensed, "Shared me?"

"Mmmm, yes, that's what he does."

I could feel him trying to look up, I just kept heading downwards, my mouth
getting ever closer to his leaking cockhead, knowing he wanted to know
more. I wasn't about to tell him. I opened wide and took his six inches
deep into my mouth, burying my nose in his dark pubes. He gasped again. I
began to suck and wank his cock, my tongue concentrating on his bow string,
dragging back and forth, causing him to squirm and push against it.

"Enjoying that?"

He gasped, "Yes," his hands pushing me back towards his cock. I resisted,
gripping his thighs, I flattened them open to the hay. Burying my nose
between his ball sac and thigh. God, he smelt and tasted fruity, musky,
delicious. I began licking back and forth, over on to his balls. Using my
nose to lift his orbs, I licked and sniffed under them. I smiled to myself;
I was so close to my goal. I kissed back up to his cock and licked up to
the tip, lapping at his cock lips. I winked at him again. "Has he fucked
you yet?"

I sat up, slowly wanking his cock, he shook his head. "Really?"

I licked his cockhead again. "He wanted to. He has put fingers into me, but
I was too frightened of his cock. He said we would work on it."

With my face still smiling, I dropped back to his cockhead, this time
licking back down his shaft, down over his balls. My nose again lifting
them, I pushed towards his taint, my hand rolling his hips back, giving me
better access. Internally, my inner demons screamed out in victory. "Yes,
his arse was going to be mine!" Revenge is a dish best served cold. That
would be exactly what Gary would find, my cold cum leaking from his new
boy's well-fucked hole.

My tongue left a trail of spit across his taint. I watched his pucker tense
and release the closer I got to it. I teased it with my tongue and lips
alternating between giving its now pulsing muscle kisses and licks. He was
moaning, grinding himself onto my tongue, his hands holding my head in
place. With his hole glistening with my spit, I eased a finger into him,
immediately feeling the gripping muscle, desperately trying to exclude
me. I pushed through the soft lining of his arse, velvet to my touch. His
hips thrust up, pushing more of my finger into him, fuck he was a horny
fucker. I slipped in another finger, he lowered his hand to grip his cock
and he began to wank fast. Oh, no, I couldn't allow that. I knocked away
his hand. He looked surprised. I smiled and winked. "Not yet."

AS my second finger pushed into his tight hole he moaned again, "Please, I
want to cum."

I spat on his hole and pushed in a third finger. I moved back up his body
until my face and mouth hung silently above his again. Another gasp escaped
his lips, his eyes pleading with mine, as I spread my fingers, working his
hole. My mouth stifled his gasp, it turning into a moan of pleasure as I
pressed my mouth to his again. He was grinding hard on my fingers, my cock
couldn't take any more of this, it was dripping my precum on to the
straw. I smeared my sticky boy precum over my cockhead and shaft. Then spat
on my fingers, dropping them to his hole. Switching hands, I eased my
fingers out of him and smeared my spit over his pucker. Was he aware I had
moved forward and my cock was now ready to push into him? At that moment, I
wasn't sure.

I broke our kiss and sat up, thrusting my hips forward, burying my cock
deep into him in one brutal thrust. His eyes shot open, his mouth gaping,
face shocked. The realisation he now had my cock up his arse all over his
face.

"Fuck! STOP! Fuck, it hurts! Brookmeyer please, please stop! I have never
done this before. It hurts so much."

"You think Gary would be any gentler?"

"Please, Brookmeyer."

My anger with him was rapidly vanishing. Replaced with my own self-doubt
and confusion. Why was I doing this?. That little voice in my head could be
heard, loud and clear. "Brookmeyer, you're a complete cunt. This boy didn't
hurt you. What the fuck are you doing? This isn't you!!!"

I felt waves of guilt. It wasn't the monster, Gary doing this, it was me.

"Calm! It gets better."

I pushed my mouth over his once more, holding my body still and steady. I
knew, soon the initial pain, that initial shock would be replaced by a deep
feeling of pleasure. I stroked his face, catching the tears rolling from
his eyes on my tongue.

"You're okay."

I delicately kissed his lips.

"Brookmeyer. please, it hurts."


**


Archie takes up the story


Finally, I got to let everyone know what had happened. Athol, Niki,
Ouranoff, Marcus and I had left for the station slightly earlier than
Forts, Davy and McPhee. Forts wanted to say goodbye and thank you to the
staff at the Manor and, of course, goodbye to the Dowager Countess
Truorwskoy, the Princess Chikenoff and, most importantly, Theodora.

McPhee seemed to have assumed the role of staying close to Forts. I think
he viewed himself as some kind of bodyguard. One thing was for certain, he
worshipped Forts and would undoubtably, without hesitation, be prepared to
sacrifice himself as Dima had done.

The chauffeur drove us in through the rear entrance of Euston Station,
practically onto the platform, where the 'Royal Scot' express passenger
service to Edinburgh stood. We were met by a station official who led us to
the train.

"This way, gentlemen. The Grand Duke's carriage has now been added to the
train and awaits you all."

While Marcus, Ouranoff, and Niki hurried on ahead. I took the opportunity
to speak to Athol.

"Athol darling, have you told Forts and Davy about the apartment for them
at the Castle yet?"

He shook his head, "No, I wanted to wait until a good time presented
itself, but there hasn't been one."

I cast him a disbelieving glance. He shook his head. "Okay, I am worried in
case they want to move out of the Castle. Archie, what if they do?"

"Well, that is ultimately their choice. You shouldn't try to stop them, if
that's what they want to do."

*

"My God, this must be it!"

Before us stood an immaculate black wood carriage, halfway along the side
was the doubled headed eagle Imperial crest, it had been coated with
something which camouflaged it, but close up you could still see it. The
station official met Athol and me at the door. "Welcome aboard, gentlemen."

Athol and I boarded, our feet immediately sinking into the plush carpet on
the floor.

"This way, please." We followed the official down towards a half-panelled
glass door, again emblazoned with the Imperial Romanov crest, this time in
gold. As we made our way further into the carriage. A beautiful door, with
marquetry panels, opened and Marcus stuck his head out. "This is
amazing. Champagne, coffee, tea, or maybe a snack or a main meal. There is
everything in here." We both glanced in, he wasn't kidding.

We went through the half-panelled door, into what was the main salon. This
was split into two areas. The first held a dining table with ten chairs,
past that was the main seating area. It had a number of comfortable
armchairs and small tables. The door at the far end led to another
corridor, off this was a bathroom and another valet's room. Finally, a
bedroom, complete with a double bed and a private shower and toilet.

Athol and I stood opened mouthed at the opulence of the interior and
fittings. I winked, "God, I should have made a play for Forts myself! Not
some lowly Scottish Laird."

Athol chuckled. "I was just thinking the same!"

With that, Marcus came along to us. "Forts, Davy and McPhee have just
arrived."

Acknowledging him, we made our way out to meet them. McPhee was looking and
acting like a distressed penguin. His head going from one side to the
other, as he looked for any potential threats. Davy was alongside Forts,
who was busy thanking his driver, Andrei, and saying goodbye. He handed him
an envelope, which Andrei at first tried to refuse, but Forts
insisted. Andrei eventually giving a low bow in gratitude. Later, we found
out it contained two five-pound notes.

Watching the smiling Forts, I was struck by what a people person he
was. God, he was so natural, somehow, he made everyone feel so
important. Davy and Forts greeted us again and Davy climbed onto the
train. I nudged Athol; he nodded and caught Forts arm. "Drageon, can I
speak to you on the train once we get underway?"

"Sure dad."

Davy's face appeared at the door, "Come on, you won't believe this!"

Forts smiled that killer smile again, "Sorry dad, gotta go." And he was
gone, McPhee slipping in behind him.

"Athol! What's wrong with you? You need to speak to them both!"

"I thought I could try to sell Forts the idea first. Sorry. I am really
frightened they might say no."

"You really are hopeless." Shaking my head, we both boarded the train,
ready for departure.

The ambulance containing Dima arrived soon after, and once he was safely
aboard and installed in the bedroom, the train was ready to leave. With the
screech of the engine's whistle, we were off, Destination Inverurie.


**


Davy continues the story from chapter 115a.

*

You remember:

"At last, we were on our way home. In some style, I might add. Someone had
pulled strings, and quietly without fuss, Forts 'new' train carriage had
been added to the train. Under the pretext of moving it to safety, it was
to be stored in a siding in Inverurie..."

I sat back, my eyes closed, and let out a sigh. Lips kissed mine.  "I'm
back."

*

I opened my eyes and fell into those green pools. My lips pressed back to
his. "I love you." At last, some time with my love.

"Mind if we join you?"

I felt my self sigh, internally of course. I would never deliberately
offend Athol or Archie. Forts glanced back at them as Athol continued.

"Have you told him yet?..."

"Dad, no, I just left you." He chuckled, "But you may as well join us."

Athol looked hurt. "Sorry, it's exciting. We have been dying to tell you
for days." Athol glanced at the chairs opposite us, "Do you mind Davy?"

I smiled, shaking my head. "No, sit down."

Forts sat down in the armchair next to me, Athol and Archie in the two
facing us. I turned to Forts.

"So, what have you got to tell me?"

"Well, it's ask you really."

"Ask me what?"

He never got the words out. The next thing I was flying on to the floor,
landing in a heap in front of Athol. Forts clattered down next to me. "What
the fuck?"

The sound of breaking glasses and plates came from the front of the
carriage, in fact from all round us, as teacups, plates and glasses, were
flung on to the floor. Adding to the cacophony of noise caused by the
screaming brakes of the train as it came to a juddering stop. The engine's
whistle screamed out in to the overcast afternoon light.

Forts shook his head then leapt to his feet, "Davy, are you okay?"

He held his hand down to me. I was a bit bewildered, I glanced up. As it
turned out, straight up Athol's kilt. I burst out laughing. As I
remembered, I had been here before. Of course, I had been, you remember, on
that very first trip up to the Castle. My laughter becoming a bit
hysterical as I saw his big ginger cock staring at me.

Forts dropped to his knees, looking concerned. "Davy, are you okay?"

"Yes, I am fine."

"What's so bloody funny, then?"

Athol caught on straight away, he began to laugh too. Forts and Archie
looked at each other. "What have we missed?" Athol flipped up his kilt,
flashing his red pubes and fat cock at them. Forts and Archie's expressions
changed to one of confusion. Athol blurted out, "Forget it. You had to be
there."

Forts stood up shaking his head, "I am just going to check on everyone
else. You are obviously okay!" More laughter from Athol and me, we couldn't
help ourselves.

Marcus's head appeared round his door and called for quiet. "Everything's
okay, everyone. Apparently it was a false alarm, someone spotted an
airplane." He surveyed the carriage, his face dropped. "I'll get my dustpan
and brush." He turned away mumbling, "once I have tidied up in here."

*

The train was soon underway again. No serious injuries, just the wounded
pride of those who had ended up on the floor. Forts walked back towards me
with Niki in front of him. Niki looked a bit tearful. Forts bit his lip and
winked at me. "Do we have any writing paper?"

"Writing paper?"

"Yes," He picked Niki up, "Niki was writing to Princess Elizabeth. But he
made a mess of it when the train stopped suddenly." Luckily, Niki couldn't
see Forts, raising his eyes at me. I had a thought, "Yes, in the writing
bureau in the bedroom. I am sure I saw some headed writing paper there."

Forts Placed Niki down, "See, did you hear that? In the writing desk in the
bedroom. Off you go and get some." Niki leant up and kissed Forts, then
vanished off down the carriage. Forts winked; "Crisis averted."

"Forts, did you say Princess Elizabeth?"

He nodded, "Yes, apparently, they are best friends. Well, that's what Niki
said." He chuckled again.

"I did see him dancing with her, now you mention it." I felt
mischievous. "Not as close as you were, mind. I thought I had lost you
again!"

Forts looked momentarily concerned, then realised I was pulling his
leg. "Davy but. Oh, you're joking. How hilarious... She was very sweet
though."

My turn to pull a face and change the subject. "So, is everyone else okay?"

Forts nodded. "Yes, I have checked on everyone, including Dima. He thought
you had hurt yourself, all that noise you and dad were making. I told him
you were just laughing. I didn't explain, you can later."

Forts plonked himself back down into the chair next to me. I gave Athol a
wink. We were both still trying not to smirk.

I turned back to Forts, "So you were saying you wanted to ask me
something?"

Forts took a deep breath and turned back to Athol and Archie, then back to
me.

"Davy, Dad and Archie have had an apartment created at the castle for us
above the old stables. It looks out onto the rear courtyard on one side and
the castle grounds on the other. It is an early wedding present. Dad is
worried, in case you don't want to stay at the castle anymore."

I interrupted him, "Not stay at the Castle! Why ever not?"

Forts glanced at Athol. "Davy, I wasn't sure... You would want to. Of
course, Archie and I want you to stay at the castle with us. But... I
wanted to see if that's what you wanted... You know, in case you and Forts
had other plans."

"No, we want to stay at the castle. Our own apartment would be amazing!
Thank you both so much."

We all stood and hugged. Forts kissing me repeatedly, shouted, "Marcus,
Champagne, please."


**


Mr Evans continues the story.


"Yes, it looks amazing. I am sure they both will be delighted. You have
achieved so much in such a short period of time." I peered out on to the
rear courtyard. The smell of fresh paint was somewhat overwhelming. "I
think we had better open some of the windows, try to get that smell
out. The builder nodded at me and shouted to a couple of his
colleagues. They all began throwing open the windows. The chilly wind
caused me to shiver, "I don't think they all need to be opened."

The guy sighed, calling back down to his men. "Don't open all the
windows. He doesn't want them all open now!"

I smiled, nodding, quietly mouthing, "Just a couple will do." Thank God, I
heard a familiar voice, it was Gregor Duncan.

"Yoo-hoo. Can I come in? Oooh, it smells of fresh paint." He chuckled as he
came in, "They say the King thinks the world smells of that." Another
laugh, "Some little guy with a paintbrush in front of him, giving
everything a freshen up, just before he arrives." He shut up when he
realised the workmen were all glaring at him. Pulling a face, he looked at
me, "Do you want to show me round?"

"Certainly! Well, this is the entrance hall, through that door are several
rooms for Marcus, Forts' valet."

Gregor looked round the entrance hall. "The new furniture is here too!"

I nodded, "Yes, all hand made locally. How Athol and Archie kept this all a
secret, I will never know. And thank goodness for Dexy and his lorry, and
its unlimited petrol. The last of the pieces just arrived. Dexy is off to
pick everyone up now, I think he is taking Gary with him."

Gregor nodded, "Yes, I just saw him leave while I was talking to
Brookmeyer."

"Brookmeyer? How is he?"

"I am not sure, I tried to speak to Gary about it. He obviously didn't want
to talk."

I shook my head, "I just hope the poor boy is okay this time."

"I think he will be. He has matured a lot since then."

I nodded as Gregor reached for a door handle.

"Ooh, let me have a peek in Marcus's rooms."

Marcus had three small rooms: one a bedroom, another a small sitting room
and the one adjoining the main apartment, which was a small kitchenette,
where he could make tea, etc.

"It's small, but I am sure he will love it." Gregor tried the
bed. Grinning, "It's nice and bouncy."

We re-entered the entrance hall. "That's a toilet. This way is Forts' and
Davy's sitting room." I led Gregor through another one of the doors.

"Oh, it's lovely. Their own dining table, and they have their own
gramophone and radio. How super."

I walked towards the corner of the room to another door. Stretching out
before us was a long corridor, the windows looking out over the rear
courtyard. "Down here are the bedrooms."

"Bedrooms? How many?"

"Well, this is the main one, Davy and Forts'. There is no bed in it yet. I
think theirs is going to be moved tomorrow. Through that door is the
ensuite, complete with bath, shower, sink and toilet. "Come and see the
shower, it's huge."

The room was only slightly smaller than the bedroom, the walls and floor
all tiled, it looked amazing. Gregor stood staring at the shower, "You're
not kidding. It could hold six people!"

I nodded, come on this way, we went back into the corridor. "This is a
guest bedroom. The one next door is identical. Both have en suites, a bit
smaller than the main bedrooms."

"Wow, well, I am impressed. The builders have done a great job."

"Yes, nothing is too good for His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke,
Drageon Drageonivanov."

Gregor smiled wryly. "No, it appears not."


**


Forts picks up the story.


As it turned out, we were only an hour late. It was great to see Dexy and
Gary there to meet us, even if we all had to pile into the back of an army
truck. My message had got through and an ambulance was waiting to transport
Dima back to the castle. Dexy, taking the piss, had leapt to attention as I
stepped from the train in my uniform. To be honest, I would be pleased to
get back into my kilt and relax.

Gary had come straight up to me, "Forts, thank God you're okay. I should
have insisted on staying with you. I am sorry."

"I am fine, my friend. Thank you."

He hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear. "Love you. What would I have
done if anything had happened to you?" I hugged him back. Now, there was a
question I didn't want to think about.

*

It was getting late when we got back to the Castle. All Davy and I wanted
to do was get to bed. McPhee and Athol sorted out a room for Dima. It had
meant a bit of shuffling about of some of the prefects, but they quickly
had it comfortable for him and installed the doctor, Professor Harding,
next door.

*

I closed our door and pulled Davy to me. "Last night in this room."

Davy nodded. "It's going to be a bit strange, moving into our own
apartment. I will miss the hustle and bustle of being here on the fifth
floor."

"Don't you want to move? I can speak to dad, if you want?"

Davy shook his head. "No, we are going to need more space, anyway."

He squeezed the front of my trousers and kissed me. His hand was gripping
my now swelling cock, his fingers, stroking and squeezing the shaft through
the material. I broke our kiss. "If you keep doing that, I won't be held
responsible for my actions."

He kissed me again, mumbling, "That's what I was hoping." He took my hand
and led me over to the bed. Stopping, he began undoing my trousers. He
dropped to his knees. I laughed, "Hey what about my jacket and shirt?"

His hand reached into my now open fly. "You can do that bit yourself. This
is what I want."

His fingers wrapped round my lazy lob and pulled it out through the fly. He
kissed the swelling head, then undid my belt and trouser buttons, slipping
them down over my arse. My underwear went next. Gently he fed my now hard
cock back through the fly, pushing them down to join my trousers round my
knees.

I gasped as his mouth swallowed the first four inches of my throbbing
knob. Closing my eyes, my hands on his head, enjoying the pleasure racing
through me from my cock. "Oh, Davy, I love you."

He eased his mouth downwards, boy, no one could take a cock deep throat as
quick as he could. His neck muscles began to massage my cock head. Fuck,
how did he do that? "Davy, please, let's get into bed."

He glanced up at me, his eyes full of longing and lust. I threw aside my
shirt, his hands slid up my chest, his fingers buried in my furry pelt. As
he drove my cockhead even deeper into his throat. "Davy, ugh, please. I
don't want to cum yet."

I scrambled to pull him up, "Come on, let me get you stripped off."
Reluctantly, he stood. Drool from my cock, running down his chin. I licked
it off and pushed my lips to his again. My cock rubbing hard against his
stomach. I began to rip off his clothes. Buttons popped off onto the
floor. It was animalistic, buttons and clothes, landing where they fell. I
pushed him backwards, he fell back on to the bed, his feet still on the
floor. My turn to drop to my knees and devour his dripping cock.

He moaned as I took his six inches straight to the back of my throat,
sucking it hard. I grabbed his knees, pushing them up and back. Releasing
his cock from my mouth, I kissed each of his balls. Sucking them into my
mouth, pulling on them. Enjoying the explosions of taste on my tongue. I
buried my face into his arse crack, my tongue pushing towards his hole. My
hole. "Fuck I love you Davy. Every inch of you!"

He moaned. "Well, get up here and give me every inch of you." His fingers
wrapped into my hair and he dragged me up his chest. My mouth taking every
opportunity to kiss and lick as he pulled me up on to him. We snogged
again, our tongues rolling over and over each other. He pulled his mouth
away. Wriggling from under me, turning himself on to all fours. I crawled
after him, wrapping my arms round his thighs, pulling his butt back on to
my face. I licked a channel to his pink hole, forcing my head ever deeper,
until I reached it. His giggling became moans of desire as I began to push
my tongue in and out of his welcoming arse.

He turned his head back, his hand pulling my head deeper, moaning, "Fuck I
love you, Forts. Take me, please." I rolled him on to his back and
straddled between his legs, our eyes connecting our souls. We began to snog
again, our tongues going deep into each other's mouths. I felt him move his
hips, his legs wrapped round my waist as he gasped. "Forts, fuck me,
please!"

With his legs up round my waist, my cock zeroed in on his hole. I spat,
coating my already wet bellend with some extra lube. I eased forward, my
eyes focused on his, "You ready?"

He nodded, a tear ran down his cheek. I stopped, "Hey, what's up?"

"Just fuck me. I just love you so much! I am being silly."

"I love you too." I pushed forward, feeling his pucker expand and slowly
engulf my cockhead, the pressure increasing as it stretched to accommodate
my flared bellend. He gasped as it pushed through that first barrier. I
waited a second, letting him grow used to my cock's thickness. "Okay?"

"Yes, take me."

I pushed forward, feeling inch after inch being swallowed up in his warm,
no, hot arse. His legs tightened round me, his feet locking and resting on
the small of my back, he began to pull me deeper into him. I lowered myself
on to his chest, his hard cock flat between our stomachs. I began to thrust
my hips. Our mouths joined again, our breathing totally in sync, our moans
of pleasure filling the room. I stroked his face, his eyes rolled
backwards. God, I loved this guy. His legs tightened round me. He gasped,
"Deeper, harder, please, fuck me."

He buried his tongue into my mouth once more as I increased the tempo and
force of my hips. My cockhead, screaming its pleasure in my head, my nose,
electrified from the smells coming from our bodies. I began to thrust hard
and deep, the slap of my balls matching Davy's moans and my grunts. "Fuck
Forts, I'm cumming."

His hips rose, pressing his pulsing cock into my treasure trail. I felt the
pulses as it spewed out his warm cum between us. The throb of his cock bone
tensing deep inside his arse. His muscles began to spasm round my shaft. I
was so close, I felt the loss of control overwhelm me, my balls gripped the
base of my cock. Deep within me, my body surrendered, my load jettisoning
from my balls, rushing towards its goal. My own body thrusting, pulsing,
forcing it up my shaft, my bellend exploding, spurting out rope after rope
of my cum, deep inside the man I love.

"Fuck DAVY! YES! CHRIST! FUCK! FUCK!"

I collapsed onto him, both of us sweaty heaps. We lay kissing, then I felt
and heard him chuckle. "What... What is it?"

"Can we do it again?"


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