Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2022 22:52:09 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 132a

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Davy glanced at Vlad, then Darius, confusion all over his face. "He kicked
the pram over deliberately, but why?"

Darius explained, "From what I have been witnessing over the last few days,
so he could play the hero to the rescue. Think about it, who has appeared
having saved the day with every incident so far?"

Dad mumbled, his voice barely audible, "Lillis."

Archie coughed, "Excuse me, but that doesn't matter right now, will someone
hurry up Harding! This boy is seriously hurt." Archie was looking really
worried. He was trying to clear some of the blood away from Lillis'
mouth. He must have realised none of us had moved, he barked, "Someone get
Harding NOW!"

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 132a -

Davy continues the story

Athol ran into the Castle, "I'll get him!"

"I hope I fucking killed him!" Forts spat at the ground near to Lillis'
pulped face. He was barely recognisable. Blood covered what remained of his
facial features and hair. Low moans bubbled through the blood where his
mouth was.

Archie glanced up at Forts and Darius, "You may well get your wish! Now,
can you get him away please, and will someone find out where Harding is?"

Moments later, Harding, McPhee, and Athol came running from the
Castle. Harding immediately dropping to his knees next to Lillis and
Archie.

Chris looked horrified, "What do you want me to do, Con?"

Forts growled and gave Chris a really dirty look. Chris blushed and looked
away. Forts shook his head as he watched Harding working on Lillis,
snarling, "What are you doing? Check my son first!"

Harding looked up at Forts, shaking his head and then towards me with Draco
in my arms. "Is he okay?"

I nodded, "I think so." In all honesty, Draco seemed none the worse for his
ordeal.

Harding glared round and up at Forts, "Your son is fine. This chap most
definitely isn't. Someone get him away from here!..." Harding turned to
McPhee, "Chris, go and ring for an ambulance, quickly!"

McPhee hesitated and glanced at Harding and then Forts, obviously
struggling with what he should do.

"Chris, an ambulance. NOW!" Harding shouted.

Chris stood and turned to Forts, "Sorry, but I have to."

Chris took off at a run into the castle. Moments later, Dima, Robert and
Marcus came running from the Castle.

"McPhee just told us." Dima gasped.

Dima immediately went to Forts side, Robert and Marcus came over to me,
Marcus quickly checking Draco over like I just had. This seemed to set
Forts off again.

"Harding! I said check my son first! Not that bastard."

Marcus' voice was trembling, "Forts, Draco is okay..."

Forts glared at Marcus, barking, "No thanks to that piece of shit."

Harding was trying hard to ignore Forts and continued to check Lillis over,
the fingers of one of his hands digging in to the unconscious boy's neck,
feeling for his carotid artery.

Forts made a grab for Harding's shoulder, Darius and Dima stopping him.
Forts struggled against the two of them, barking, "Let me go!"

When he realised he couldn't get free, he shouted at Harding, "I said check
my son over first!... Or you can find yourself a bloody new job!"

I stood clutching Draco in my arms, afflicted by a kind of trance, my brain
unable or not willing to fully to comprehend the unfolding scene round
me. Vlad had now joined Darius and Dima in trying to lead Forts away.

Forts seemed to have completely lost it, he was swearing at them all and
cursing the unconscious Lillis.

I looked round, feeling like a distant spectator to the scene surrounding
me. I had never seen Athol like this, he stood somewhat bewildered like me,
mumbling, "Forts, please... that's not helping."

Harding looked at Archie, kneeling beside him. The two of them, both of
their hands covered in blood as they attempted to staunch the flow from
Lillis' nose, lip, and mouth. "I need to get him inside and up to the
medical room." Harding shouted, "Someone get the stretcher, Hurry!"

Archie glanced at Athol, "Athol, the stretcher."

Shaken from his trance, Athol nodded, "Yes, straight away," and ran back
into the castle.

"Davy... Davy!" It was Dima, "Bring Draco over here so Forts can see he is
okay!"

I nodded and with Marcus' arm round my waist supporting me, I took Draco
over to Forts. Darius and Dima, both still had hands on Forts shoulder,
ready to restrain him again if needed.

"Forts, Draco is okay... look."

**

Archie picks up the story

The day after Lillis was admitted into the hospital, Maureen, Aaran, and
Brian had returned from their visit with Gary. While we waited for them to
come up to the staffroom, Athol shook his head, obviously still in deep
thought. "Thank goodness that Gary managed to get Brian to tell him what
was happening."

I nodded, "Yes, it is just a pity Brian didn't feel able to tell us
himself. We may have been able to avoid some of this."

Athol nodded, sighing, "Yes, but who would have thought Gary would have
helped us out like this... After everything?"

"Yes, but what about Forts? He nearly killed Lillis."


**

Davy takes up the story

The incident in the courtyard had been several days ago now. I sat looking
at my reflection in the dresser mirror in our room. My fingers stroking the
blue enamel of the hairbrush from the set Forts had given me with such
excitement just a week ago. Forts was sitting behind me, Draco in his
arms. He had seldom put him down since it all happened.

I sighed. Lillis was being sent home from the hospital in Aberdeen later
today. His injuries listed as two black eyes, a broken nose, and a
dislocated jaw, that had been operated on and reset by Harding.

To ensure his discharge from the hospital and with Chris' help, Professor
Harding had set up what was effectively a single bed ward in his
examination room and Lillis would be staying there for the foreseeable
future. Harding had felt compelled to explain to Forts and me that he was
bringing Lillis back to the Castle, to stop any more questions about how he
had gotten his injuries. We didn't realise or fully understand at the time,
he was doing it for us.

Draco? He was fine, absolutely none the worse for his ordeal.

Athol had snapped out of his trance and had the unenviable task of
informing the Marquess of Dunbar about his son. The Marquess was now making
his way to Castle Fraser and was also expected to arrive later today.

Forts, well, he was very subdued. It had taken a day or so, but it had
finally dawned on him that he had really hurt Lillis. McPhee had clumsily
tried to make a joke about Forts being banned from the boxing club; it
hadn't gone down well.

Amidst all this, Mishcon had arrived from London, wishing to see Forts and
update him on several things.

*

There was a light knock on our door, it opened and Robert stuck his head
into the room.

"Forts, I am sorry to interrupt, but Mishcon needs to see you."

Forts sighed and stood slowly. "Davy, are you coming?"

"Would you mind if I don't? I was going to take Draco, Aaran, and Andrew
out for some fresh air with Father Vladimir. "

Forts nodded, "Okay, I will see you later then."

*

I had arranged to meet Vlad at the castle entrance at eleven o'clock. He
was standing, smiling, as I approached.

"Hello Davy, hello Andrew, how lovely to see you again."

Andrew threw his arms open and hugged Vlad.

Vlad picked him up in his arms and leant into the pram. "Hello Your
Imperial Highness, Hello My Lord." He laughed and tweaked Draco's and
Aaran's cheeks. "How are my two handsome boys today?"

He turned to me grinning, "Draco looks just like his dad, doesn't he?"

I nodded, chuckling, "He does, and his mother, too."

Vlad smiled, "I am looking forward to getting to know all of them better as
they get older. You have so much hope for the future in that pram, Davy."

I nodded, "So it would seem."

We began to walk. Vlad caught my eye again. "Davy, have you thought about
hiring a nanny or governess to help with the boys?"

"Nanny?... No, I haven't even thought about it. And a governess sounds just
plain terrifying to me."

Vlad placed his hand on top of mine, on the pram handle, "Davy, surely you
see, the boys will need someone permanent to look after them. They cannot
be continuously passed from one of us to the other, they need stability."

Vlad had really taken me by surprise, "But."

"Davy, please hear me out, Draco is a Russian prince. He needs to be raised
understanding that world and speaking Russian as well as English..." He
paused, his eyes not leaving me, "I mentioned it to Prince Dima, and he
suggested the Princess Alexandra Maloshia, Forts' and his cousin."

"I know who she is..."

Vlad nodded, "Alexandra could look after them and teach all three of them
to speak Russian. I imagine they are all going to be best friends when they
get older. She would be an excellent candidate, don't you think?"

"The Princess Maloshia?"

Vlad nodded, "With her breeding, she would be eminently suitable, don't you
think?"

I knew what Vlad was saying made perfect sense. But the voice in my head
kept screaming, "But I want to raise him... and, WHY HER!"

I began pushing the pram, "I will speak to Forts about it."

I felt Vlad's eyes on me. He smiled and nodded, then placed Andrew down.


**

Athol takes up the story

I had managed to warn Forts that the Marquess of Dunbar would be arriving
and thankfully, we managed to discuss our joint approach to the whole
incident. He had then had to go and meet with Mishcon, it was lucky he had
arrived. We may need a solicitor if things didn't turn out right.

*

"That looks like him arriving now." Archie was looking down into the
courtyard from the staffroom. "Yes, it is definitely him, he looks just
like Lillis."

I heard myself sigh, "Oh great... Come on then, we had better go and meet
him."

*

"Lord Dunbar, welcome to Castle Fraser."

Dunbar nodded, "MacDonald."

I continued, noting his curt response, "May I introduce my partner and
Factor, Archie Campbell?"

Dunbar turned to Archie and looked him up and down and then offered his
hand, "Mr Campbell."

Archie gave a slight head bow, "Lord Dunbar."

Dunbar immediately turned back to me. I smiled, "Perhaps you would like a
drink, tea or something stronger after your journey?"

Dunbar didn't return the smile. "I am here to see my son MacDonald, and
find out what you intend to do about the thug who attacked him. This is not
a social call... I am sure you understand."

I had hoped for a better start, I nodded, "Certainly, I understand, we can
speak inside. Your son is not yet back from the hospital. We are expecting
him back very soon with Professor Harding, our resident doctor."

I led Dunbar to the staffroom and had Archie arrange some tea.

"So, what are you going to do about this animal who attacked my son? I hope
you have called the police."

"Dunbar, there is more to this than meets the eye."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Please give me one minute."

I crossed to the tannoy system microphone. "Forts, could you make your way
to the staffroom immediately? Thank you."

I turned back to Dunbar, "He shouldn't be long."

"Is that the thug who beat up my son?"

I exhaled, waiting for the knock on the door. We didn't have to wait
long. Forts came into the room. I was pleased to see he had changed into
one of his uniform tunics as I requested. He looked every bit a Prince.

Dunbar was straight out of his seat. He glanced at Forts, momentarily
sounding unsure, "Is this the animal?"

Forts looked at me. I turned back to Dunbar, "My Lord Dunbar, may I
introduce you to His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke Drageon
Drageonivanov, Romanov. Prince of the Blood Imperial. Heir apparent to the
Russian Throne."

Dunbar guffawed, "This is who assaulted my son? This has got to be a joke!"

Forts walked over and stood in front of Dunbar, just looking at him.

I moved to Forts side, "No, my Lord Dunbar, this is His Imperial Highness,
The Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov... Drageon, Lord Dunbar, Mr
Lillis' father."

Dunbar scowled at me and then reluctantly accepting that Forts out ranked
him in those bloody aristocracy tables, gave a head bow to Forts, "Your
Imperial Highness."

Inside I was laughing, Dunbar and his awful son had always been the first
to use their titles and social position to put others down. I felt like
shouting, "Suck it up, My Lord!" instead I just smiled.

Forts nodded, "Dunbar."

Round one to us.

I winked at Forts, "Drageon, can you join us, please? Lord Dunbar wishes to
hear about his son's time at Castle Fraser."

Forts' eyes sparkled. "It will be my pleasure."

I sat occasionally glancing at Archie, struggling to contain my glee as
Forts began.

"Your son, My Lord Dunbar, has bullied and beaten his way through several
of the pupils since his arrival. He has insulted one of the Masters, the
son of the Earl Kingholm, who I am a sure you know is the King's cousin. He
has desecrated a memorial to a woman who saved my life and that of my
partner and if that wasn't enough he attacked my baby son, His Imperial
Highness, The Grand Duke, Prince Draco Drageonivanov, Romanov."

"He attacked a baby?" Dunbar was barely audible.

The oh so proud, Dunbar's shoulders collapsed as Forts selected each word
rapier like and enunciated them to cause the maximum damage to Lillis'
reputation.

"That was why I assaulted your son, Dunbar. He is lucky that his Imperial
Highness, The Grand Duke Draco, was unharmed, or I would have surely killed
him." Forts spat out the last words.

Dunbar put his head in his hands, "I don't believe it. Not again."

Forts glanced at me, mouthing, "Again?"

I leant forward, "Dunbar, did you say again?"

Dunbar nodded, shaking his head. "MacDonald, would I still be able to have
that drink?"

Archie got up and crossed to the drinks cabinet and poured out a large
whisky, then handed it to Dunbar, who drained the glass.

I waited until he finished, "So are you saying your son has acted like this
before?"

Dunbar didn't answer directly, only mumbled, "He has seen the finest
doctors."

After hours of worry, I felt my mental strength returning. "Are you
seriously telling me you let your son come to this school, knowing he was,
how shall we say, troubled, and you didn't think to tell me? This is
outrageous. You leave me with no other course of action, but to expel him
from the school permanently and inform the draft board that he is no longer
in full-time education and that, consequently, he is available for
conscription."

Forts stood, "I have to be getting back to my meeting, if you will excuse
me."

Dunbar stood, now cowed, his head bowed to Forts, "Please accept my
apologies, Your Imperial Highness."

Forts offered his hand, "My Lord, I have never blamed a son for the actions
of his father and similarly, I do not intend to start blaming a father for
the actions of his son. Good day."

Dunbar knew he was beaten, "Thank you, Your Imperial Highness."

*

Archie handed Dunbar another drink, the man looked like he needed it. He
sat and turned to me again.

"MacDonald, is there any way I can get you to reconsider expelling my son?
His draft number means he is to go down the mines, a Bevin Boy, not join
one of the armed services."

I tried to be reasonable. "Dunbar, if it had been just once instance of
unruly behaviour, that may have been possible. But with one of the boys he
assaulted receiving a broken arm, I am sorry to say, my decision is
final. He can stay here under professor Harding's care until he is fit
enough to travel and then he must leave."

Dunbar stood and finished his drink. "I understand. I will leave now, tell
my son when he gets here, I will see him when he returns home."

I was staggered, "You won't wait to see him now?"

Dunbar shook his head, "No." He offered his hand to me, "Thank you
MacDonald, for keeping this out of the papers and for everything you have
done. I wish it could have turned out differently." He turned to Archie,
"Mr Campbell."

*

I showed him back down to his waiting car, just as the ambulance returning
Lillis to the Castle pulled up.

"That will be your son, Dunbar."

The back of the ambulance doors opened and Lillis was helped out by Harding
and one of the ambulance attendants.

"Father." He mumbled through his wired jaw.

Dunbar stopped, glared at his son and then shook his head, and turned to
his chauffeur, "Open the door, please."

I watched him get into the vehicle without looking back.

To the mumbled cries of "Father... please," from Lillis, the vehicle pulled
away and drove off down the driveway.

I looked at Lillis, knowing exactly how he felt, rejected by his own
father, who had finally given up on him.

"Here, let me help." I nodded to the ambulance attendant who let me take
over supporting Lillis.

Harding's eyes met mine, "No boy deserves that!"

I nodded.


**

Colin, the groom, takes up the story

Will stopped and leant on his broom. "So, what happened?"

"Well, we were caught by that Russian Prince they call Forts and his
partner Davy."

"Forts isn't Russian, he is as English as all of them. I heard him
speaking," Will scoffed.

"No, he is a Russian Prince. Denis told me."

"Why do they call him Forts, then?" Will raised his eyebrows.

I shook my head, "I don't know."

Will chuckled and began sweeping again. "Denis and I didn't have much time
to chat when he was fucking me." He winked and rubbed his arse cheeks.

Colin looked over at Will Murray, his new sixteen-year-old work
colleague. He had only met him recently and then only briefly. They had
been to different secondary schools, so didn't know each other, well, other
than by sight, having seen each other around the town.

Will was a local farmer's son, a tenant farmer's, son, that is, not one of
the rich posh ones who owned their farms. He was blond, well dirty blond
really, his hair clippered short as was the style for all the boys in the
area. His trousers looked a bit short like they had fallen out with his
worn brown work boots. They looked like they were several sizes too big for
him, his shirt, well, it had seen better days too and clung tightly and
uncomfortably to his muscled chest.

"Shit!" Will exclaimed as a shirt button broke loose and shot across the
stable box. "Fucking shirt!"

I didn't mean to laugh, but couldn't help myself.

He glared at me, "Hey, it's not funny. I can't get a new shirt until payday
and that's only if mum has enough clothing tokens on the ration."

I felt ashamed, I didn't mean to belittle him. I knew his family didn't
have much money. "Sorry, why don't you take it off, it is only us here."

His scowl morphed in to grin. "I think I will... If you can keep your eyes
and hands off of me."

I blushed, "I'm not like that..." I began sweeping harder.

"Really? So... Denis didn't shag you then?"

I didn't answer.

He laughed, "Good, that means I get to be the head groom then. He really
nailed me to the bed."

I glanced back at Will as he began to peel off his shirt. The fine golden
tuffs of hair in his armpits glinted as they caught the light. He had a
dusting of hair between his pecs leading down his chest to his navel, the
sun highlighting them as it traced down his chest as he moved. As he
stretched upwards, his trousers dipped, revealing a tanned stomach and a
slightly darker treasure trail disappearing under his waistband.

I had just turned sixteen. I was shorter than Will's five foot eight,
probably nearer five feet six, and nowhere near as fit and developed
looking. My father was a policeman and my mother worked on the local
telephone switchboard. I was dark-haired like my dad and had no body hair
apart from a few tufts above my uncut three-inch cock. I must have been
staring at Will, secretly dreaming I had a body like his.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

I blushed again, "Sorry..."

Will stood with his hands on his hips, I was sure he had thrust his hips
forward slightly, the bulge in his worn trousers looked bigger than a
moment ago. "So did he shag you then?... You know, Denis."

I nodded.

"Was it your first time?"

I nodded again.

"Wow, I wonder who he will choose then? For head groom." He stood watching
me, "Did You enjoy it?"

I blushed, unsure how to answer that question, it had in fact hurt like
fuck... at first. "Forts said he couldn't choose either of us. He was
furious with Denis. I thought he was going to sack him."

Will hung his shirt over the stall door and picked up his broom
again. "Shit, I was hoping it was going to be me."

"Well, I don't mind being the under groom."

Will stopped again, "Really?"

I nodded, "But I don't think it matters now. Forts was furious."

Will giggled, "He is pretty gorgeous too. Much better looking than Denis,
don't you think? I wish he had shagged me."

I stopped, "Who?"

"Forts..." Will winked, "Maybe one day."

The clock in the stable yard chimed twelve noon.

"Finally, lunchtime." Will's broom clattered to the ground, "Come on. I am
starving."

I followed him up the rickety wood stairs into the hayloft. We both
retrieved our lunch packs and quickly devoured the sandwiches they held.

I noticed Will didn't have a flask. "Don't you have a flask of tea?"

He shook his head, "No, dad needs the flask today."

"Would you like some of mine?"

Will flopped back into the hay, "No, it's okay."

"I don't mind. I have enough for both of us." Without waiting for an
answer, I poured Will a cup. I stood and walked the few steps to him, "Here
you arrrrrrrrr." I landed face down, the tea leaving the cup in a great
wave, splattered across the front of Will's trousers.

He leapt up, "Shit, it's hot!" He quickly pulled the buttons apart, holding
up his trousers and pushed them down. His palms rubbing the front of his Y
fronts.

I had recovered my wits and leapt forward, my hands joining his brushing at
the front of his Y fronts, "Sorry, I am so sorry. You are not burnt, are
you?"

"I don't think so." With that, he pulled down his Y pants just as I patted
him again. My palm brushed against his thick, exposed cock.

"Oh, sorry... I didn't..."

I went to pull my hand away, but Will gripped it and pushed it hard against
his cock and balls. He moaned.

I could feel his cock pulsing, fuck it was huge, well compared to mine.

I looked at his face in panic, he grinned. "Hadn't you better check it's
not burnt?" He ground his groin into my hand again. I could feel the shaft
rapidly hardening. "Go on, you know you want to... Check it is okay."

He released his grip on my hand. I felt my fingers wrap round his shaft. I
squeezed slightly, he moaned again.

"Maybe you should get a bit closer," he gasped.

I dropped to my knees and found myself mere inches away from his now fully
hard cock. "It's beautiful..." God, had I just said that?

He chuckled and his fingers gripped the thick six-inch spike just above his
balls. I am sure I held my breath as he slid back his foreskin, fully
exposing the cockhead.

"Kiss it better..."

I swallowed, torn with what to do next. I glanced up, straight into his
eyes, "Go on, kiss it, you know you want to."

I did. I licked my lips and moved my mouth forward, opening it. His hands
dropped to the side of my head and guided me onto his cock. I closed my
eyes as the spongy, firm head eased between my lips. My tongue licked round
the glans and over his cock lips.

That first taste of his precum exploded on my tongue. I remembered it from
Denis. How could something that tasted so exquisite come from a guy's cock?
I tried to remember what Denis had made me do. I took a deep breath and
swallowed the shaft down to his pubes. The sensors in my nose were
overwhelmed with his smell. My tongue was delicately feeling, no, reading
the slight bumps and changes in his skin from his pubes all the way to his
bellend.

He let me suck him for a few minutes, "Wow, Denis taught you well. Stand
up, let me see you."

Will manoeuvred my mouth off of his cock, I didn't want to let it go, it
left my mouth with a pop. He lifted me to my feet and looked into my
eyes. I stood blushing, embarrassed. He smiled and moved his mouth to
mine. His tongue ran along my lips, he moaned and pushed harder, my mouth
opened.

I felt his hands pulling my shirt out of my trousers, he continued dragging
it off over my head before he cast it away. He dropped to his knees,
kissing down my chest, and his fingers began undoing my trousers. I could
feel myself leaking in my pants. I had been hard since I had first taken
his cock into my mouth. All the pleasure I had enjoyed with Denis filled my
head once more, but this was different. Will was my age. I closed my eyes
tightly as I felt him ease down my trousers and underwear. He must have
looked up at me nervously awaiting his touch, he chuckled and stroked my
hairless chest. My hard cock sprung free from my pants and smacked against
my stomach with a loud, wet slap.

"Nice cock," he hissed. My knees buckled as I felt his warm mouth engulf my
cockhead, something Denis hadn't done. Fuck, this felt good. I thrust my
hips forward, burying my cock deeper in his mouth. He responded hungrily,
sucking my cock harder, while his hand gripped my shaft and wanked me
hard. His tongue flicked back and forth over my cock lips, each lick
accompanied by a guttural moan as he lapped up my precum.

He pulled off me, "Get down here next to me."

In a trance, I dropped and rolled on to my back in the straw. He smiled,
"Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Can I fuck you?"

I nodded. He clambered between my legs, his cock swaying wildly, his
bellend dripping beads of precum.

"Let's get you opened up. Lift your hips."

I followed his instructions blindly. He lifted my legs, placing them up his
chest on to his shoulders. He smiled and rubbed his fingers in the precum
oozing from his cockhead.

"Ready?"

I nodded, feeling his fingers carefully touching my hole. I winced; I was
still a bit tender from taking a much rougher Denis.

Will responded, his voice reassuring, "You're alright, I will go slowly."

I laid my head back in the straw, my eyes tightly closed, relishing each
touch. I moaned as one finger became two and then three. Will carefully
lubed each digit with both of our pre-cums before working them into me, his
fingers opening, lubing my hole. His other hand slowly, methodically,
stroked my cock. He winked at me, "Got to keep the precum coming."

I felt him move, I opened my eyes and looked up. He winked, "Well, here
goes."

He let go of my cock and took hold of his, he lowered it and pushed it
towards my hole, which was feeling strangely empty with his fingers
removed.

His belled eased into me, lubing as it went. He paused when my sphincter
snapped tightly round his glans. "Oh, you're so tight."

I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, and expecting a reply or just making
a statement. I smiled, and he leant forward and kissed me again. His hands
dropped into the straw on either side of my chest and I wrapped my legs
round his waist.

He started thrusting slowly, but each thrust increased in firmness and
intensity, until his balls were slapping noisily against my arse cheeks.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." He panted as he gave a last deep
thrust into me. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his
load. That set me off, and I began spurting on to his chest. He collapsed
onto me, grinding himself against me as he kissed me again.

We lay, our chests heaving. He licked my neck, giggling, "You are a
natural."

I am sure I blushed AGAIN.

"Will, Colin, where are you?" The voice calling, followed by the clump of
heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs, had both of us jumping up and
scrabbling for our clothes.

"Ah, there you both are."

Will spoke first, "Hello Denis, sorry we were both just having lunch."


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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