Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2022 13:36:19 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 126d

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Malcolm invited us to sit down and then simultaneously, the covers were
removed, "Your lobster entrιe, Gentlemen."

I think both Chris and I gasped.

Malcolm smiled, obviously pleased at our reaction. "My Lord, Sir, I will
leave Brian here to serve the rest of your meal. Please don't hesitate to
ask him for anything."

Chris gave me a dirty wink, thankfully Malcolm missed it.

Then with a final flourish and a bow of his head, Malcolm turned to Chris
and me, "Bon appetite, My Lord, Sir." And he left.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 126d – A time for reflection

McPhee continues the story

Con poured us another drink. We were both getting pretty tiddly. The meal
had been amazing. Once it had ended, Brian had quietly tidied everything
away and put the room back to normal. I watched, seated on the couch in one
of the white fluffy dressing gowns, my feet tucked up alongside me, as Con
approach him, exchange a few words and hand him something; it looked like a
blue one-pound note. Whatever it was, Brian seemed overjoyed and left,
nodding and smiling.

Smiling, Con handed me a glass of bubbles. "Room for a little one?"

I nodded, moving my legs. Con gave me a wink as he sat down next to me. He
tapped his lap and gestured for me to put my feet up on him, which I
did. His hands began to massage my feet and toes. I crooned, "Oh that's
nice."

He smiled and stroked my hairy ankles. "I think we owe Forts one hell of a
Christmas present to thank him for all this."

"He is amazing. But just too generous. How can any of us repay him?"

Con laughed, "I don't think he actually wants or expects to be repaid in
any way. He is just a very generous chap."

Con began to play with the tuffs of hair round my ankles. "You know, I
never imagined when I first met you how hairy you are. Look at all this,
you're like a little gorilla! But such beautiful feet and calves."

He lifted my foot to his mouth and kissed it. He took in a deep breath and
sighed. "It's no good! You're just too gorgeous."

He began to kiss up my calf, easing my dressing gown out of the way, his
fingers delicately folding the white towelling back on itself, as his
fingers toyed with the thick hairs on my legs. Con's dressing gown fell
open as he slowly kissed his way up to my thighs. His cock was sticking out
straight and hard above his balls. I reached out my fingers to touch his
cock head.

He stopped and smiled, "Uh, uh. Just wait."

My cock was now throbbing too, his sensual touch had sent tingling all over
my body, causing every hair to stand on end. I chuckled. My cock trapped by
the material was facing downward, straining to free itself. I tensed my
muscles, causing it to give a little bounce, just as his face got near. The
front of my dressing gown sprang up and then down. We both giggled.

Con looked up at me lovingly, "Easy Tiger. I am just getting there, don't
be so impatient."

He slowly undid my dressing gown tie and eased back one part of the
material. I gave my cock another jerk, it sprung up, removing the other.

Con sat back on his calves, "Hey I told you to be patient."

I laughed and tensed my groin muscles again. Once more my cock bounced up
and down, a pearl of gleaming precum forming on my purple swollen
head. "It's not me. It's him you have to tell."

Con laughed and gripped the base of my shaft. He leant forward and his
tongue licked up the glistening blob of precum. He shut his eyes and seemed
to savour the taste, his tongue flicked out and licked his lips. "God, you
taste amazing. I love it."

"Phew, I thought there was something wrong."

"Far from it."

He squeezed the base of my cock again, his fingers driving another blob up
the fat shaft to the throbbing cut mushroom head. He watched it forming,
slowly growing, and then as it became too big, it collapsed, starting its
journey down between my glans. He licked his lips once more and then his
mouth engulfed my bellend, his tongue swirling round the base of the glans
and down to my circumcision scar. I gripped his head and held him gently in
place, both of us moaning in pleasure.

I felt a couple of fingers slid under my ball sac. My balls rolled loosely
after our bath and the meal. Gently, his fingertips touched my taint and
almost imperceptibly moved further back between my legs to my waiting
hole. I heard myself gasp. "Con, wait, this isn't fair. You are only
concentrating on me. I want to touch you, too."

He pulled off my cockhead and looked up at me with his beautiful loving
eyes, "You deserve it. I love you."

"Hey, I love you too. Please, can we move over to the bed so I can show you
how much I love you as well."

Con shook his head, smiling, "Whatever you want, my love."

Con lay back on the bed first, I grinned at him. "Now, you stay like that,
I am going to lie the other way over you."

Con looked confused, "Really?"

"Watch, it's fun. It's called the 'soixante-neuf'"

"Sixty-nine?"

I nodded and spun round and spreading my legs, I slowly moved up Con's
body.

He giggled, and I felt his hands fondle my swinging balls, "Well if this is
anything to go by, I am going to enjoy this."

I laughed and then moaned as he kissed each of my balls in my sack. "This
way, we can both pleasure each other at the same time."

I felt Con's hands grip my butt cheeks, and he eased them downwards. My fat
nine inches brushed down his face. He giggled and grabbed the shaft with
one hand and I felt his warm mouth once more consume my bellend.

My head dropped down as the pleasure swept over me. I was face to face with
Con's hard six inches. I gripped his shaft and eased his foreskin right
back, exposing his cock's deep purple head. His bellend was wet with
precum. I lowered my lips to his cock lips and delicately kissed them. I
felt his body tense momentarily, and then he groaned over my cockhead in
his mouth.

I lapped at his bellend, curling my tongue round and round the ridge below
his glans. He spread his legs wider, his knees raising slightly from the
bed. I plunged deep on to his cock, taking it all in to my mouth. He moaned
again and then pulled my cock from his mouth. He chuckled, "I don't think I
can do that, not with this beast." He squeezed my shaft and then swallowed
my bellend again.

I carried on working his shaft with my tongue and lips. My nose, buried in
his pubes, released a freshly washed smell of soap with just a hint of
horny man. I breathed deeply and cupped his balls, rolling each of them
with my fingers.

I felt Con pull my cock from his mouth and then his lips began to kiss
along it to my heavy balls. He took each into his mouth, mimicking my
rolling motion, then released them and licked up my taint. I felt myself
tense in anticipation as his tongue toyed with my pucker.

I glanced up and round, Con was straining his neck to reach my hole, I
shifted my hips, forcing my bum lower. That was all that was needed, his
tongue hit the bull's eye. I forced myself up into a seating position. Con
could drop his head back to the bed as I positioned my hole, centring it
over his mouth and probing tongue.

His hands moved to my arse cheeks and eased them wide apart, his nose now
buried deep between my hairy cheeks. His tongue forcing its way inside me,
round and round, easing my sphincter ever more open. I gripped for my
nipples and rolled my hard nubs, squeezing them tightly. He pushed a finger
alongside his tongue into my hole. I heard myself gasp and dropped my own
hand to grab my arse cheeks, releasing his. I stretched my cheeks wide
apart while he licked, sucked, kissed, and probed me deeply.

My thick nine inches were bobbing up and down in front of me as I sat back,
leaving a sticky ribbon of precum stretching from Con's stomach to my
cocklips. He reached forward and took my cock in his hand and squeezed and
began to wank me with long slowly deliberate strokes.

It had happened again, he was pleasuring me, while his own cock throbbed
and bounced untouched. I shuffled forward, pulling his tongue and finger
from my arse.

"Hey what's wrong? Am I hurting you?" Con peered up at me.

"NO, quite the opposite, I want you to fuck me."

He smiled and slapped my arse cheek, "Get yourself on all fours, then. I
love to see those bull balls swing as I pound your arse."

We both laughed as I clambered off him and got into position. With my face
buried in the bedding, my arse facing the sky, the mattress moved as Con
got behind me. "Oh, I love this arse." He chuckled and then buried his face
between my cheeks again, his tongue making long wet licks across my hole.

He pulled back and slapped my arse cheeks again. He quickly lubed up his
cock and then gripped my hips, stretching them open. He lined up my hole
with his hard cock and eased me back on to his cockhead. I concentrated on
taking his shaft, relaxing my muscles until I felt him deep inside me. I
reached for my shaft and began to wank it, coating my hand in spit and the
precum oozing from my cock lips, then rolling my cock head over and over in
the palm of my hand. Con suddenly realised what I was doing and nipped my
ear lobe, "Now you! Stop that. I have other plans for that."

I did as he said, losing my brain as it concentrated on the waves of
pleasure flooding through me. Each stroke of his cock seemed aimed at my
boynut. I began to giggle at each touch.

"Hey, what you laughing for?"

"Nothingggg... Ahhh... Just thanking God my partner is a doctor and knows
exactly where to thrust."

Con laughed out loud and slapped my arse cheeks again. He began to really
pound my hole, his balls slapping against me. "Fuck I am coming."

Con tensed and thrust hard into me. I could feel his cock spasming deep
inside me. I looked back pouting, "Hey what about me?"

He slapped my arse again and slowly eased out of me. "You, my boy are going
to fuck me."

Now I had fucked Con, but I knew he found it difficult to take my nine
inches. "Are you sure? I don't mind if you just wank and suck me off."

"Not tonight. You deserve this!" Con, reached for some lube and put some on
to his hole and then took hold of my cock and smeared its length in
lube. He lay flat on the bed and spread his legs, then grinned round at me,
"That doesn't mean you aren't to take it slowly."

I winked and slapped his arse with my cockhead, leaving a wet splat. I
eased myself between his legs, forcing them wider apart. "Raise you bum a
little more."

Con laughed as he did. His pucker winked at me from his open cheeks. His
balls just touching the bedding in their hairy sack. "Ready?"

He nodded, "Just get on with it before I change my mind."

I placed one hand on the small of his back and pushed gently
downwards. This caused his hips to roll up just a little more. I lined up
my cockhead and pushed against his hole. Slowly and gently, I increased the
pressure. For a while not much happened, if you discount the moans from
Con, then slowly, I felt the resistance weaken. My bellend, still belching
up precum, was slowly opening him up, his sphincter lips creeping round my
bellend. With a final push, I was inside him.

Con's head flipped back, and he gasped.

I stopped, "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No fucking way. Now you have the head in, keep going."

I used every sense I had, closely monitoring his body's reaction as I eased
inch after inch into him. With only an inch more to go, I lay forward onto
his back and kissed his neck, licking up to his ear lobe. "Thank you, this
feels amazing."

"My pleasure," he gasped, as I thrust in the last inch.

I waited until I felt his body relaxing before I eased back an inch or two
and then eased forward once more. Con moaned and turned his head to
mine. Our lips met and our tongues snaked into each other's mouths. "Fuck,
I love you," he gasped again.

I moaned back, "I love you too. Thank you for this."

He chuckled, and I felt his hips adjust and raise slightly. "Now fuck me,
you stud!"

I increased the depth and force of my thrusts, soon both Con and I were
glistening with sweat. My balls tightened as I grew close to blasting my
load into him. I licked his salty neck, "Are you ready for it?"

"Go on Chris, please."

I power fucked him until my body was consumed by lust and the 'vinegar
strokes' took over. I had passed the point of no return. I felt my whole
cock throb. It started deep under my balls and travelled like lightning up
my shaft to my cock lips. I grunted and gave a final thrust forward,
filling him with my cum.


**

Davy continues the story

It had been a long day. The end of term reports had to be finished on the
pupils I was teaching. Thank goodness Nathan had been helping. He laughed
when I was trying to think of something unique to say about every boy.

"Davy, Davy, you will be here till they all come back trying to think of
something special to say about each of them."

So there it was. My good intentions soon gone. I had gone back to our
apartment. I wanted to check on Draco. I also needed to speak to Forts. I
had been thinking long and hard about Gary; Forts and I need to talk.

I walked into our bedroom, turned, and walked straight back out. Father
Vladimir was on his knees in front of a small table praying. I went back to
the sitting room. Forts was just coming through the door, smiling as usual.

"Err Forts."

He beamed and came over and kissed me, "Yes, sexy?"

I lowered my voice. I didn't want Father Vladimir hearing me. "What's going
on in our bedroom?" I hissed.

Forts fixed his smile, "How do you mean?"

"Forts, you bloody know what I mean. There is a damn table covered in icons
and icon lamps in our bedroom and Father Vladimir is on his knees praying!"

"Didn't I tell you Father Vladimir was going to put that there? I thought I
had."

"Forts, you bloody well know you didn't tell me anything. That's our bloody
bedroom!" I hissed out the words, desperately trying to stay calm.

He winked, "Ah, Father Vladimir."

"Yes, what is he doing?" I snapped, exasperation consuming my very soul.

Forts glanced over my shoulder. "Do you mean standing behind you? It
doesn't look like anything, but smiling. We can ask him if you like."

EEK, silently I mouthed, "Behind me now?"

Forts continued smiling and nodded. I fixed my smile and turned, the words
leaving my mouth as I turned, "Father Vla..."

Behind me, Forts bolted for the door. I spun back round, realising I had
been had. "Forts! You can run, but you can't hide! You bloody coward."

He was laughing, "Sorry, I promised to help pick the black currants and
strawberries."

I chased as far as the door, "You're a bloody liar! Come back!"

His raucous laughter drifted back to me. How could I be cross with such a
guy? I couldn't keep a straight face myself.

Marcus came out of his room, "Is everything okay? I thought I heard a
commotion."

"Yes, all is okay. Well, actually, it's not. Have you seen what that bloody
priest has set up in our bedroom?"

Marcus' face changed, and he coughed. "Do you mean Father Vladimir?" He
began smiling, looking over my shoulder.

"MARCUS! Don't you start. I have just had that trick played on me by
Forts."

"Sorry, have I done something wrong?"

My heart sank. I fixed my smile once more and turned to see the smiling,
serene face of Father Vladimir, with that bloody great big golden cross
hanging on its chain round his neck.

"Is there a problem, Davy?"

Now, all of you know, do you tell the truth or make something up and
pretend all is okay? I went for it. Pinocchio would have been proud of me.

"Father, I was just speaking to Marcus about getting a room for you. Maybe
then you can set up your icons in it and have somewhere to stay."

I heard Marcus make a choking sound. I turned to face him, "That's right,
isn't it Marcus?"

He nodded, unfortunately his face was saying something completely
different. I continued, "Maybe we could set up the icon table in here?" I
gestured to a space near the door, "Then once Maureen moves out of
Theodora's old room, you could move in there until you have to leave again
for London."

Father Vladimir gave a polite smile. He looked somewhat embarrassed, "It
doesn't sound like His Imperial Highness, Prince Drageon, has told you that
at the request of Bishop Navarofski and with Prince Drageon's agreement, I
am going to be staying here permanently, as his, and your spiritual
adviser."

Marcus gasped behind me. Luckily, I managed to retain my composure and
remained smiling, that voice in my head screaming, "I WILL KILL HIM!"

"Oh, that's excellent news." I hoped my fake smile was passing the
test. "Marcus, can you get Denis to come and see me? We must get a
permanent room set up for Father Vladimir... At Pittodrie."

Vladimir looked a little surprised and gave a head bow, "That would be
amazing, thank you. I take it you and Prince Drageon will be moving there
permanently too?"

I half nodded, "Well, once the mausoleum is completed and Theodora laid to
rest."

I heard the door behind me close as Marcus left our company, leaving me
alone with Father Vladimir. There was an awkward silence for a
moment. Father Vladimir spoke first. "Davy, I can see you knew nothing
about this. I am sorry to spring it on you. Do you think you and I could go
for a walk? I would like to get to know you better."

Resigned to my fate; well for now. I nodded. "Let me just get Draco, we can
take him out in the pram. Father, will you be okay outside in those black
robes? It is pretty hot today."

Vladimir winked and smiled, "Being a priest is all about suffering," he
chuckled. "I will be fine." He paused, "Davy, do you think you could just
call me Vlad? I would much prefer that, unless we are in church or
praying. I am really hoping I can become your friend, not just your
priest."

I took a deep breath, "Vlad, I should be honest with you. I am not
religious at all. I see too much horror in the world to believe there is
some greater being watching over it all and then doing nothing to stop
it. But I would love it if we could become friends."

Vlad nodded, "Friends it is then."

*

We made our way outside. This ending up walking and talking was becoming a
bit of a habit of mine.

Vlad smiled, "Where are you taking me?"

I laughed, "How about going to see Forts? Err sorry, Prince Drageon..."

"Davy, call him Forts. You are his partner. I see you both love each other
very much. I can see how much of a support you are to him. One day I hope
he will invite me to call him Forts too, until then, I will have to remain
formal."

"He wouldn't mind."

"Davy, I couldn't, not without being invited to. Forts is way too
important."

As we approached the area set aside for all the fruit bushes and
strawberries, I could see everyone was hard at it picking. Gregor and
Landers were there, ah, so was Gary. I stopped.

Vlad looked at me, "What's wrong? Why have you stopped?" He scanned ahead
and his eyes appeared to settle on Gary. Forts' head popped up alongside of
Gary, then Edwin's.

Forts gave a beaming smile. "Hello you two, or should I say you three?" He
came hurrying over and kissed my cheek, "Father Vladimir," before sticking
his head into the pram. "Hello you." He turned back to Gary and
Edwin. "Chaps, come and see who has come to see us."

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rising as Gary came across with
that sickening, sneering smile of his. I now truly loathed him.

His eyes never left mine, "Davy." They always felt like a challenge. Maybe
it was. I didn't make any bones about not liking him.

I gave him a curt nod, "Gary... Chaps, can I introduce Father Vladimir?"

Everyone said hello and smiled except Gary. I looked at Vlad's face. He had
that serene look on his face again. But I could see from his eyes, his mind
was taking it all in.

Edwin came over and kissed my cheek and gave me a hug, "Hi Davy." Then
stuck his head in the pram alongside Forts. The two of them making those
cooing noised adults make to babies.

Edwin then turned to Forts and grinned, "He is so gorgeous. He looks just
like you."

Forts blushed and glanced back at me, something else that Vlad took in. We
were joined by Gregor and Landers. By this time, all the attention had
Draco awake. Forts picked him up and was showing him off to everyone. Gary
just stood watching, then hissed, "At least his father won't be killed by
an enemy bullet, like Aaran's."

Forts' smile momentarily vanished. Another thing Vlad didn't miss.

Gregor seemed to notice it too, "Well, come on, everyone, back to
work. This fruit won't pick itself."

Forts handed Draco back to me as the others returned to picking. "Forts, I
have been speaking with Father Vladimir. Can you give him permission to
call you Forts? He won't unless you ask him to."

Vlad looked at me, "Davy!"

Forts smiled, "Father Vladimir, please, will you call me Forts when you
feel it appropriate?"

Vlad smiled, and I felt his hand on my back, "Certainly Forts and you
please call me Vlad; When appropriate." Vlad gave a cheeky smile.

Forts nodded, "Vlad it is... Right, I had better get back to picking." He
kissed my cheek again and Draco's and then turned away. "See you all
later."

Vlad looked at me and smiled, "Come on, we had better be getting back."

I nodded and placed Draco back in the pram.

*

I haven't described Father Vladimir yet, have I? I suppose, like everyone,
as soon as you're introduced to members of the clergy of which ever
denomination, you have a pre-defined idea of who they are in your head.

I confess, at first all I saw was the large golden cross and long beard,
the long black robes and black kalimavkion; that short black stovepipe type
hat with a flattened conical brim at the top that ordained Orthodox Priests
wear. He was at least six feet tall and was wearing plain black shoes. I
hadn't a clue how old he was. It wasn't until I really looked at his face
that I realised he wasn't that old; as it turned out he was only twenty-six
and unmarried. Later I would find out that he had been picked out by the
Church hierarchy as someone who one day would be at least a bishop, if not
higher. He had a lovely face, so handsome. His beard was a light beige, his
eyes a lovely warm hazel colour. His smile, well, that instantly calmed you
and made you feel safe. His voice, it was soft with a Russian drawl I was
getting so used to hearing now around Forts. On Sundays and at the Funeral
and Christening, he had been in amazing outer robes, heavily embroidered
with silver and wearing a matching priests' mitre.

As we walked, I felt his hand take hold of my arm. "Davy, something is
troubling you. I can sense it."

"No, I am fine." I lied.

"Davy, it's me you're talking to. I sensed you tense up when you saw that
man, Gary."

I felt my eyes glassing up. I tried to smile, but instead felt the first
tear roll down my cheek.

He stopped me, "Davy, are you okay?"

We just happened to be passing Daphne's memorial. He nudged me, "Let's stop
here."

I nodded. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I went through the Forts
ritual and then sat down next to Vlad. "Is it okay if I put my arm round
you? I mean, is it allowed?"

He took my hand and held it, "Of course it is. Davy, I can see you are
troubled. Is it anything I can help with?"

I sat for the next twenty minutes telling him all about Gary and the strain
it was putting Forts' and my relationship under. He only spoke to clarify
when unsure of what I had said. The daft thing is I did actually feel
unburdened once I had finished. He never said he would say or do anything
or speak to Forts about it, in fact, he completely changed the subject.

"This will make a beautiful place for the mausoleum. It has been chosen
well... Tell me about the lady Daphne?"

My tears returned. Through my sobs, I told him all about Daphne and how she
teased Forts and finally how she died saving us. Once more Vlad sat quietly
listening to me, my hand held between his.

Once I had finished and wiped my eyes, Vlad finally spoke, "Davy, shall we
pray for Daphne?" I could only nod.


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