Date: Sat, 28 May 2022 10:49:41 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - part 121a

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"It's embarrassing. I've never done anything like this, or felt like this
about someone before."

Dima stroked my face and quietly held me.

I put my head to his shoulder, "I want to. But I don't know how."

Dima hugged me closer, and whispered in my ear, "Chto zh, pozvolte mne
svyazatsya s vami. Ya tabya lublu."

I squeezed him back as the translation formed in my head, "Well, let me
teach you. I love you."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 121a – Pittodrie House


Harding takes up the story

"Good morning, sexy." I smiled down into McPhee's eyes. His eyes smiled,
and he gave a little yawn.

"Morning Prof."

McPhee was on his back, his fringe flopping over his forehead. I could feel
the heat from his body and smell his scent, heady, thick, musky, sexy. I
stoked his chest, running my fingers through the hairs on his chest, my
actions releasing yet more of his horny smell from his hairs.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I blew apart the hairs on his chest and
played with his nipple, tweaking it between my thumb and forefinger. He
gave a low, sexy moan. I glanced at his face. He was watching me, his mouth
forming a sexy smile. His hand covered mine, squeezing my fingers. I had
been caught.

I tweaked his nipple hard, he gasped, "Ouch, be nice."

It suddenly struck me between my eyes. What was I doing? WHO WAS I KIDDING?
I took my hand away and shuffled to the edge of the bed, shaking my
head. The ridiculousness of it all, here I was, a fifty-four-year-old,
infatuated with an eighteen-year-old boy. I stood, glancing round for my
clothes. I should have been able to control myself. But still I had slept
with him despite Davy telling me, McPhee and an Army Officer Brandt, I
think he called him, had something going between them. I heard the bed
squeak as McPhee moved. "Prof. what is it?"

I just shook my head, barely able to say the words, "Sorry, Chris. This
should never have happened. I'm sorry. I will get dressed and get back to
my room."

"Why? What have I done?" Chris scrambled off the bed, "Con, what have I
done wrong?" Mentally, I was jerked to a halt. How many times in my life
had I wanted someone to call me that? Last night, I had told him my first
name, Cornelius. He had teased me mercilessly, laughing and said he had a
friend with the same name at Eton, they had all called him Con and that was
what he would call me now.

I felt the tears streaming down my face.

"Con, what have I done?" He pulled round me to face him. "What's happened?"

I couldn't even look at his eyes, "Chris. I am nearly three times your
age. This can never work. I am sorry. I was deluding myself." I felt myself
exhaling as I tried to control my imminent breakdown.

"But, why? Con, I love you! We can make it work... Please."

I exhaled again, "I love you too, Chris. It has been great working with you
this week. You're an amazing young man. I just wish I had met you thirty
years ago."

"Please Con. Don't you want me to even help anymore?"

I gathered up my clothes and quickly dressed, Chris following me around,
pleading. "Please Con... Please, we can make it work." Chris now had tears
rolling down his cheeks, too.

"Chris, it's for the best. Find yourself a nice young guy you can be happy
with." I turned for the door, closing it behind me. Now on the landing of
the fourth floor, I sobbed, my eyes tightly closed, my heart being ripped
out as I heard him crying in the room behind me.

I didn't hear the footsteps coming up to me. I jumped as a hand touched my
arm, "Harding, are you okay?" It was Archie.

I couldn't speak, Archie glanced at the room number. "What has McPhee
done?"

I shook my head, "It's not him. He is amazing. It's me, I am just a silly
old fool."

"Can I do anything?"

I shook my head, "No. I had better get back to my room." I began to head
for the stairs, feeling Archie watching me. I stopped, "Oh, can you make
sure Chris is okay for me?"

"Sure. Are you going to be okay?"

I nodded, "Archie, can you tell Athol I need to see him. I think I had
better be leaving."


**

Archie continues the story

I watched as Harding mounted the staircase. I had never seen him like
this. I turned to McPhee's door and knocked. With no answer, I turned the
door handle and slowly opened the door. McPhee was on the bed sobbing.

"Chris, it's me, Archie, can I come in?"

He didn't answer me. I crossed to the bed and sat on the edge, placing my
hand on to his back. "Chris. Do you want to talk?"

He shook his head. Now this was definitely a first. I had known Chris for
over two years and couldn't think when I had seen him crying. "Well, if you
decide, you want to, you know where to find me." I stroked his back as I
got up.

McPhee sobbed, "Why Archie?" His voice trembling. "Why doesn't he love me,
like I love him?"

I sat back down, placing my hand on McPhee's back once more. "Actually
Chris, I think you have that wrong. From what I can see, he loves you more
that you could imagine."

McPhee turned towards me. His face tear streaked. His usual confident,
self-assured expression was gone. "I love him Archie. He said it can never
work and I should find someone my own age. But I want him...I want him."

I held out my arms, McPhee pulled himself up and wrapped his around me,
sobbing into my neck as I stroked his back. I was unsure what to say to
make him feel any better.

McPhee squeezed his naked body tight against me, "You will tell him for me,
won't you? Please Archie, tell him I love him. He wouldn't listen to
me... Please tell him, please."

"If that's what you want, of course I will, Chris." I hugged him back.

*

It was about an hour I sat with Chris. I finally managed to get back to the
staffroom. I burst through the door.

"Athol! We have a problem."

He looked up at me, "I know. Harding has just left. He handed me his
resignation."

"Oh no. Did he say why?"

"Personal reasons. He wouldn't be drawn further." Athol handed me the
hand-written letter. I skimmed through it, noticing the watery ink smudges.

"Do you know something more?"

I sat down, nodding. "Yes. It's McPhee."

Athol groaned, "What has he done now?"

"No, he has done nothing. He and Harding have fallen for each
other. Apparently, they had an amazing night making love, and then this
morning, Harding told him it can't work because of the age difference and
left. Chris is in a real state."

Athol nodded, "So was Harding. He could barely hold himself together."

The door behind us opened and Forts and Davy came in, laughing. Both
stopping as they saw our faces. "What's up? You both look like something
terrible has happened."

Athol looked up, "Sorry guys, can I help you with something?"

"Dad, what's happened?"

Athol tried to smile, "It doesn't matter, what can I do for you?"

Forts glanced at Davy, smiling. "I have named the day. Everything is going
to be ready. Davy has agreed to marry me on Saturday, the 20th of June."

Athol stood and came round his desk, I stood with him, "That's great news
chaps. Fantastic news." Athol and I both crossed to them and hugged
them. Both beaming.

Forts was bubbling, "I was hoping you both would join us tonight in our
apartment for Champagne to celebrate. I want to ask everyone, including
Professor Harding, Mishcon, Robert, Gary and Maureen."

I watched Athol's face. He was still smiling, "Sounds great. We would love
to. I am not sure about Harding, though, unfortunately."

"Why? I was hoping he would come with McPhee. They seem to be getting on
very well." Forts winked.

Athol turned back to his desk and, picking up Harding's letter, he handed
it to Forts. We both watched as his face changed, Davy suddenly noticing he
was no longer smiling. "Forts, what is it?"

Forts handed the letter to Davy. "No Dad. This is not happening. I don't
accept his resignation."

Athol sighed, "Son, it's not as straight forward as that."

I felt compelled to speak, "Chaps, it appears that McPhee and Harding have
fallen for each other."

"But that's great news." Davy looked confused.

"It would be, if Harding didn't think he is way too old to have a
relationship with McPhee."

"To old?"

"Yes, someone told Harding that McPhee was romantically involved with
Brandt."

"Oh God, No. That was me." We all turned to Davy. "But that was days ago."

Athol sat down, "Well, that's what is bothering Harding. He obviously feels
it would be better if he left."

"Dad, where is he now?"

"Packing, I think."

Forts shook his head and snatched the letter out of Davy's hands, spinning
on his heels, he marched for the door. "No! This is NOT happening."

"Forts, SON, wait!"

Athol leapt up, and I followed as we both chased to catch up with Forts. I
looked back, "Davy, can you go and speak to McPhee? Make sure he is okay."

Davy nodded. He looked stunned.


Davy continues the story

I felt awful. I slowly climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. Why had I
opened my big mouth about Brandt? But I didn't know that McPhee and Harding
would fall in love. I suddenly felt worse as a thought flashed into my
head. If Harding left, Theodora would have to leave as well. After all, he
was looking after her and was supposed to be delivering her baby. I cursed
myself for my selfish thoughts.

I stood outside Chris' door. I knocked. "Chris, it's me Davy. Can I come
in?"

After a few moments, I heard the door opening. Chris opened it and turned
away towards the bed. He was still naked. His face looked awfully sad. I
followed him into the room. Without a word, he got back on the bed, lying
on his back, his hands behind his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I
approached the bed. "Is it okay if I sit down?"

He didn't answer, "Would you rather I left?"

He shook his head, his voice trembled, "I don't understand, Davy. I just
don't understand." I tried to focus on his face, which was hard as he way
lying naked, his large cut cock lying like a fat slug on top of his
balls. His chest hair was matted with what looked like dried cum. His eyes
followed mine to his chest.

He gave a little smirk, "Fuck, he is good in the sack, Davy, as you can
see," He pulled at the matted fur. "I came so many times last night. We
both did. Then this morning, he wakes me up, playing with my nipple,"
McPhee shook his head again, "I just don't know what happened. One minute
we were going to be making out again and the next, he froze on me, telling
me I need to find someone my own age. But I want him."

McPhee snuggled up to me. "It was amazing last night. He is such a
considerate lover and so experienced." McPhee rested his head on my chest
and gave a little smile.

"It started after we got back to my room. He wanted me to go to his, but he
only has a single bed at the moment, so I brought him here. We had barely
gotten into the room when he began kissing me. His tongue was so far in my
mouth, I thought I might not be able to breathe." McPhee chuckled.

"His firm hands began to slowly strip me off." McPhee looked into the
distance. He seemed to be remembering it. "During the medicals, I was
already naked; well, apart from the towel and a dressing gown. He stripped
me slowly, kissing each part of me as he undressed me." Another chuckle. "I
was as hard as fuck by the time he exposed my cock. He kept telling me how
gorgeous my body was. How he loved it. Wanted it. Wished he was my age
again. He got me to lie back on the bed and then slowly stripped off his
own clothes. He is so fit, not fat or flabby." McPhee stopped, his eyes
glassed over, and he bit his lip. "Not like you would imagine an older
guy."

As McPhee continued to relay what was becoming an increasingly horny story,
I felt my own cock swelling. He shuffled his elbow in my lap, catching my
hard cock. "Sorry. Telling you about it is having the same effect on me."
He giggled, taking his hand from his crotch and revealing his throbbing
cock. "Oh, Davy. I love him so much."

"Did you tell him?"

"He wouldn't listen... "

*

Sometime later, there was a light tap on the door. The door handle turned,
I stood as the door opened. McPhee was peering round me. It was
Harding. McPhee leapt off the bed and dashed past me. His voice was full of
emotion, "Con!"

I stood watching, McPhee's hard cock swaying out in front of him. Harding
looked at me and shook his head. He went to turn for the door, "I will
leave you two to it."

"Con, NO! It's not like that. Please," McPhee's voice broke, he sounded
desperate.

I suddenly realised Harding thought we had been up to something. A simple
mistake to make with McPhee's hardon swaying in front of him and the
obvious bulge in my kilt.

I grabbed for Harding's arm before he reached the door. "Sir, no, you have
it all wrong. We weren't doing anything. I promise. Chris was just telling
me about the horny fun he had with you last night. It got us both hard. I
promise, we weren't doing anything." I felt my own voice faltering, "He
loves you, Sir!"

"Con, please, listen, it's true. I love you. Only you!" Chris stood, tears
streaming down his face again. "Please!"

Harding has stopped, he turned slowly, tears also running down his
cheeks. I stepped forward, "Look, let me get out of here and you two can
talk."

Harding put up his hand. "Wait one minute Davy. I want you both to hear
this."

McPhee's shoulders visibly slumped.

"Chris." Harding's expression changed to one of obvious love and
affection. "You have amazing friends Chris... No, actually WE have amazing
friends, with obviously more sense than me. I have just been read the riot
act by Forts." Another tear rolled down Harding's cheek, "He pointed out
just how stupid I was being and exactly what I was throwing away, and all
for nothing. He is right." Harding sobbed. "Chris, I am sorry. I am just a
silly old man, out of his depth and really in love for the first time in my
life. I love you Chris. You make me laugh and you can see the thought of
being without you has made me cry. Would you give 'us' another chance?"
Harding breathed out, " After all," he let out a soggy chuckle. "My
resignation has been refused. And I have been ordered to stay by His
Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke." Harding opened his arms towards
Chris. "I'm sorry, would you accompany me tonight? Forts wants us both to
join him and Davy and everyone else later to celebrate him finally naming
the date."

McPhee launched himself at Harding as I slipped out the door, pulling it
closed behind me...Hmmm, so Theodora would be staying, too.

*

I made my way back to the staffroom. There were some relieved faces
there. Forts stood as I went in, "Davy, how was McPhee? Did Harding come
down?"

I nodded, I kept my face serious.

"And?"

"Well, he caught McPhee and me with hardons on the bed... "

"What?"

I burst out laughing, "He did, seriously. I had to explain, it was because
McPhee was busy telling me all the details of their horny sex last night."

"Did he believe you?"

"YES... It was the truth."

Forts hugged me.

Archie grinned, "You should have heard Forts telling Harding what he
thought. I was proud of him. Not sure Athol was though..." Archie
chuckled. "From the look on Harding's face, I don't think he had ever been
spoken to like that."

Athol smiled, "Well, it wasn't the approach I would have used. But I will
grant you it worked... Drink everyone?"

We all nodded. Before Athol could reach the drinks cabinet, the staffroom
door burst open and Niki ran in, waving a white envelope. He rushed to
Athol and thrust it into his hands.

Archie winked at Forts, "You not taught the Count to knock first yet then?

We all laughed as Niki hopped from one foot to the other, waiting for Athol
to open the envelope.

Forts looked across as Athol read the letter. "Problems Dad?"

Athol broke into a smile, "Not unless being invited to Balmoral Castle is a
problem. It's an invitation for us all to visit. Especially you, Niki, the
Princess Elizabeth wants you to demonstrate some Russian horsemanship."


**

Robert Meisner takes up the story

Dima lay cuddling me for ages, gently stroking me and delicately kissing
me; just pecks. It wasn't long before I could feel I was rock hard, but
still I was embarrassed. No one had even seen my cock soft as an adult, let
alone hard as it was now. Dima's hand slowly stroked up my thigh. I moved
to stop its upward progress. Mumbling "Sorry, I'm sorry." I hardly played
with myself. My mother was a strict Catholic, and I had been brought up
with a powerful awareness and vision of hell and damnation. I had the whole
guilt thing going on in abundance. Sex was evil, fornication, the work of
the devil. I won't even mention her opinion of homosexuals, those on men
were bad enough.

"Please," he whispered, "I will be gentle, you're okay."

He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. A voice in my head was screaming, let
him, let him. But my mind was in turmoil. This was stupid, I was lying on
my back holding the covers up to my neck with one hand and holding his hand
just below my balls with the other.

"Do you want to start by touching me?" He whispered in to my ear. I felt
myself nodding. Dima smiled and moved on to his back, his hand slipped the
covers down, he was naked. As he shoved down the sheets, they caught his
hard cock and dragged it downwards until they could hold it no more and it
sprung up and slapped against his stomach. He smiled, "Take your time."

I could barely see him through my tear-filled eyes. I began to stretch out
my hand towards his amazing looking body. Then froze, I closed my eyes,
hearing my mother's voice in my head, "YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DISGUSTING
PERVERT". I pulled my hand back. "I'm sorry Dima, I just can't."

I felt Dima wipe away a tear rolling down my cheek, his voice close, "Hey,
it's okay."

I watched his hand as it took hold of mine and gently brought it back to
his chest.

"Go on, you can touch."

I could feel the heat from his body. I curled my fingers, touching his
skin. I felt his warm, comforting hand ease mine flat to his chest. He
smiled, "See, you're okay. No thunder bolts."

I nodded, feeling really stupid. He moved his hand away. "Go on. I promise
nothing bad is going to happen to you." I let my fingers slide up on to his
pecs, my fingertips delicately reaching for his erect nipple. Don't get me
wrong, I knew all about puberty. I knew what my adult body looked like, but
this was the first one other than my own I had ever touched like this.

Dima let out a little gasp as I took his nipple between my fingers. I
looked up into his eyes, why? I don't know, looking to see it was okay,
perhaps? I really don't know. His eyes met mine, and he smiled
encouragingly. "Kiss it."

It was now or never; I leant forward, my head hovering over his nipple. I
took a deep breath and stretched out my tongue, letting its tip brush
across the fleshy nub. Dima gasped again, "Are you sure you haven't done
this before?" His fingers stroked through my hair.

I licked the nub again and then took it in my mouth. I couldn't believe my
mouth was watering, I could taste him, taste his flesh, taste his body
salt. I really began to suck and lick on his nipples, taking each in
turn. He groaned and shuffled his hips. Out of the corner of my eye, I
could see his fat cock head bobbing up and down. It's fleshy lips parted
and a glistening blob of precum formed. It grew until it broke free and
rolled down between his glans, then swung on a gossamer thread before it
snapped and the gem dropped to his treasure trail.

I sat up and began to kiss down between his pecs. His chest is amazing,
smooth and muscled. But, with lust consuming me, I knew what I wanted. I
couldn't take my eyes off his throbbing cock, it was so much bigger than
mine, both in length and thickness. I found myself staring at it. My head
resting on his stomach, my face a mere three inches from the throbbing
beast. It arched up from his thick black pubes, its large, glistening, cut,
flared head tempting me forward. I could smell him now, my head doing
somersaults at the meaty maleness igniting my senses.

"Go on," he whispered. "He wants to say hello."

I felt a slight pressure on the back of my head; I moved closer, now a
fraction of an inch from his welcoming cockhead, both our lips hovering
seconds from meeting. Dimas' voice drifted down to me, "It's okay. Go on."

My tongue flicked out, desperate to taste him. Sweat, salty, meaty, my
brain flipped. I licked again and again, my hand moving to grip his thick
shaft. Holding his bobbing cock steady as my lips spread, I took his
bellend into my mouth. "Slowly, watch your teeth," he moaned above me, his
hands guiding my mouth on his cock.

Easing my head off, he whispered, "Lick my balls." Fuck, I had forgotten
them and the rest of his thick shaft; my mind was blown, obsessed with his
cockhead, and that nectar it rewarded my tongue with. He turned my face to
his, "I love you, this is amazing." He reached to the bedside cabinet and
took hold of a small brown bottle. He unscrewed the black cap. "Here, I
want you to sniff some of this."

"What is it?"

He eased the bottle to under my nose, "It will make you feel amazing, just
sniff deeply." His thumb blocked one nostril while I breathed in
deeply. The smell of chemicals washed over me, but nothing else. "The other
nostril now. Breathe deeply again." I did as he asked. Once again, the
chemical smell, then, shit, my heart was racing, my head flying, my mouth
watering. "Fuck, what is it?"

Dima smiled.

I didn't wait for an answer. I couldn't have, even if I had wanted to, but
I didn't, all I wanted was that fat juicy cock. I am sure I pounced on it,
taking the throbbing succulent head deep in my mouth once more. I gagged as
I rushed to get as much of it in my slavering mouth as possible. My saliva
dribbled down the shaft to his fat balls. I licked down to them and found
my tongue in a whole new world of textures and tastes. "Easy, there is no
rush. I am not going anywhere." His voice was barely registering in my head
as I feasted on his cock and balls.

As quickly as I had been consumed with lust for cock, it faded, my Catholic
guilt replacing it. I lifted my head, feeling my cheeks blushing, "I'm
sorry, I don't know what came over me. What was that stuff?"

Dima smiled and pulled my lips to his. His tongue snaked between them and
dominated my mouth. It felt good. Before I knew it, I was responding,
duelling my tongue against his as we explored each other's mouths for the
first time. I was kissing him passionately, all shame now gone.

As we broke apart, I could see he was smiling, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, feeling both horny and foolish. I reached for his throbbing shaft
once more. He stopped me and moved on to his side, facing me. "No, now it
is my turn." He eased me onto my back and took hold of the sheet, which was
now only covering my groin. I went to take hold of it, he shook his head
smiling, "Uh-uh."

He pulled back the sheet, exposing my naked body. I was paralysed, "I'm
sorry, I am not as big as you."

He leant up and kissed me, "Robert. Shush, you look amazing to me."

He shuffled closer, his own throbbing cock landing against my thigh. He
kissed me again and then moved to my neck and ear, "I love you."

Dima moved on to his knees, his eyes focusing on my naked body. I felt so
inadequate next to him. We were around the same age; I was a couple of
years older, it should have been me taking the lead. And his body was so
defined, mine not at all. My cock was only just five and a half inches when
hard, my foreskin easily pulling back to expose my glans. Even my pubes
lacked the thickness and fullness of Dimas'. I glanced at the heavy low
hangers he had swinging between his legs. Mine were much more average. I
was Mr average.

I heard myself mumbling, "I am sorry I am not much to look at."

Dima focused on my eyes, "The vyglyadish idealno dla menia. Ya lublu tebya
takim, kakoy the yest."

I exhaled as the tear ran down my cheek. What had he said? "You look
perfect to me. I love you, just as you are." I closed my eyes and my hands
gripped the sheets as his mouth engulfed my cockhead. Could life get any
better than this?


**


Denis takes up the story

Marcus and I, plus the footmen, who had secretly arrived, of course, had
all been busy getting things ready for tonight. Now Davy knew nothing about
the footmen, so they had been kept out of his sight. A bizarre sliding
puzzle game ensued, with doors opening and closing, guys appearing and
disappearing, and Marcus and me, seemingly working our arses off.

Forts wanted Davy dressed in a tunic similar to the one he was going to be
wearing. Everyone else was to be smart, casual.

"Marcus, it is nearly seven o'clock. Can you check on Forts and Davy?
Everyone will arrive soon."

Marcus slipped out of the room and I heard him knocking on their door and a
muffled response as the door opened. I waited for several minutes before
the door to the sitting room opened. Marcus stepped into the room,
announcing, "His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov,
Romanov and His Highness the Duke, David Thomas."

I heard Forts' voice from behind him, "Marcus!" followed by laughing.

Forts strode in, Davy just a step behind him. Both of them looked amazing,
Forts in his favourite white uniform tunic and black trousers, and Davy in
a matching white embroidered tunic. Both proudly were displaying the
turquoise sash and glittering star of the Order of St Andrew, the First
Called.


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