Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2022 20:59:36 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - part 133a

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He looked at his wife, "Well, what do you think, Helen? Do you think you
would be happy here?"

Now, I hadn't seen her face as she was shown round the farmhouse, but the
others had.

You could see from her face she was desperate to say yes, instead, she
bowed her head, "What do you think, Douglas?"

He nodded sagely, "I think we should give it a try."

She began to cry and began nodding her head excitedly.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 133a -

Mishcon picks up the story

Forts, Davy, Dima, and Athol came laughing into the room, they had
obviously been sharing a joke. Robert and I stood and welcomed them.

"Good morning, everyone."

They all nodded back and sat down. Forts spoke first, "You wanted to see us
all, Mishcon?"

I nodded, "We have heard from the Marquess of Dunbar regarding your
proposal to buy the Dalrymple Estate."

Forts' eyes narrowed, "And?"

"Well, he has made a counterproposal and seeks some reassurances."

"Go on."

"It appears that he is not averse to selling the estate. Indeed, he also
wishes to sell off the Kemnay quarry, brickworks and cement plant. It would
look like he wants to pull out of the area altogether."

Davy chuckled and dug Forts in the ribs, "See, it's not just me, you
upset. Everyone wants to get away from you."

Grinning, Forts squeezed Davy's knee. Then turned back to me, "What do you
think about that idea, Mishcon?"

"The price is not excessive, and he has already agreed to the price we
offered per acre for the eight thousand acres of the Dalrymple Estate."

Forts turned to Athol, "Do you know this place, the quarry, brickworks and
cement plant?"

Athol nodded, "I have been there once. I don't know how well it is doing
financially though, it does employ a lot of the locals. Taking it on would
be quite a responsibility."

"But where is it?" Davy looked at Athol expectantly.

"Hang on." Athol opened his desk draw and pulled out a map. He quickly
opened it and his finger hovered. "Right, we are here. The quarry and works
are, are, are here." His finger jabbed down on the map. "Just outside
Kemnay."

"I have never even noticed them before." Davy peered at the map with Forts.

"No, they are pretty hidden from the road." Athol explained.

Robert looked up, glanced at Dima and then at Forts. "Forts, might I
speak?"

"Of course, you know you don't have to ask." Forts smiled at Robert,
sitting next to me.

Robert cleared his throat before he started. "I should imagine that at
least in the medium term, stone, bricks, and cement are all going to be in
great demand. Once the war is over, there is going to be a lot of
rebuilding needed, and until then, well, yours and Davy's building projects
are all going to need materials."

Davy nodded, "That's true. We can always use them."

Forts nodded and sat thinking for a moment. "Of course you are right. My
only worry is that the number of businesses we are getting involved in is
growing." He chuckled, adding, "And I don't have any idea how to run any of
them."

Athol turned to me, "What do you recommend Mishcon?"

"Well, a bit like the American shipyards and mines, Forts doesn't need to
make the day to day running decisions. Employees can do that. Forts and
Davy can have as much or as little involvement as they want."

Forts sat thinking. His usual impulsiveness was, it appeared, somewhat
contained. "What do you think, Davy? It means a lot more responsibility,
especially for the people employed there."

Davy leant over and kissed Forts' cheek, "We can't do a worse job than the
Marquess of Dunbar, can we?"

Forts nodded and smiled. "Okay Mishcon, agreed, buy the quarry, brickworks
and cement plant. Now, you said Dunbar wanted some other assurances, what
about?... his son?"

I nodded. "Yes, he insists that his son be allowed to remain here."

Forts looked at Athol, "Dad?"

Athol sighed, "I can't say I am happy about it. However, in principle I
have no objections, BUT, Lillis has to agree to see Professor Hamilton and
if there should be any more instances of bullying or vandalism, he is
out. No ifs, no buts."

I switched my eyes to Forts, waiting for his response. He just nodded.

Athol leant forward to him. "Additionally, I think you should speak to
Drew, Brian, Brookmeyer and McPhee, too."

Forts nodded, "Yes, I think you are right. I will."

I began to fold up my papers, "Well, that's everything I have. Unless any
of you have any other questions?"

"I have." It was Davy.

"Go on."

"I was wondering where things are with regard to Downe House and bringing
the boys up here?"

"We are still negotiating with a couple of the staff to come with them for
the handover period. I know Robert has been doing some work on recruiting
some staff for up here." I looked at Robert.

He nodded, "Yes, that's going quite well. Davy, I have a number of
interviews pencilled in for next week if you would like to come along."

Davy nodded and glanced at Forts, "I would, if I can be let off teaching
those days."

He glanced at Athol expectantly. Athol threw his hands up, "Speak to
Nathan, he is the one in charge of your teacher training course."

Forts winked as Davy nodded. "I am sure he won't mind."


**

Davy continues the story

Athol had been right. I would have to ask Nathan if he would cover for
me. I turned to Forts who was sitting feeding Draco, while Andrew played
with the wooden army lorry Forts had brought him.

"Forts, we haven't had a night to ourselves for ages. Shall I see if Nathan
and Percy are up for a social visit?"

Forts grinned and glanced down at Draco and Andrew, "Aren't you forgetting
something?"

I sighed, he was right. "I know, I could ask Vlad to look after them?"

A voice from the door said, "No, sorry. I am busy."

Forts laughed, "Hi Vlad."

Vlad crossed to Forts and leant down and kissed Draco, "Hello my prince."

I caught Vlad's eye. "Is that a definite no, then?"

Vlad turned to me and shook his head, "Davy, we have spoken about this. You
can't keep palming the two of them off to anyone who will take them. You
need a more permanent solution."

Forts stopped what he was doing and looked up at us. Vlad caught his stare
and turned back to me, "You haven't even spoken to Forts about it, have
you?"

I shook my head.

"Haven't spoken to me about what?" Forts looked quizzically between us
both.

Vlad sighed, "A permanent nanny or governess for all the boys."

"That sounds scary, a governess." Forts winked at me.

Vlad shook his head, "Forts, this is serious... Dima suggested the Princess
Maloshia. Remember, your son must be raised knowing his heritage, and must
speak Russian fluently. He could be Tsar one day!"

"Why does everyone keep going on about her?" The words slipped from my
mouth before I realised.

I sensed Vlad was becoming frustrated with me as he turned to me.

"Because she is eminently suitable, her breeding, her close family
connection... Her impeccable Russian... Do you want me to go on?"

I wanted to scream, the little voice in my head did it for me and luckily
for only me. Crying out in my head, "I don't care about her breeding or her
BLOODY IMPECCABLE RUSSIAN! I just don't want her tentacles anywhere near my
FORTS! I see how she looks at him!" How I stayed quiet, I really don't
know. I snapped round to face the window.

Forts was watching me. I could practically feel his eyes lingering on my
back. Calmly he spoke, "Vlad, let Davy and me have a talk about it... That
will be all, unless you have anything else you want to see us about?"

I cringed, oh no, Vlad had been well and truly dismissed, and it was all my
fault. I turned back to him, wanting to apologise, but no words came
out. He gave us both withering looks and then magically his face changed
and he smiled. "Davy... Forts," he bowed his head towards Forts and backed
out of the room and closed the door.

Forts stood up and placed Draco back into his cot. He turned towards me,
"Davy, I will never understand what you have against Alexandra. But, we can
find someone else... Someone you like..." He gave me a reassuring Forts
smile, "Now let me ask Dad and Archie if they can look after the three of
them tonight."

Forts picked up Andrew, who giggled and squealed as Forts buried his face
in his tummy, blowing raspberries. "You would like to see your Grandads
wouldn't you? Phbbbbbbt, Phbbbbbbbt."

*

A quick check with Percy and Nathan that they were free and fancied an
evening with us revealed they were most definitely up for it. Forts decided
we should make a proper night of it and booked us all, including Darius and
Andrei, in for a meal at the Grand Hotel in Aberdeen, the one he had booked
for McPhee and Harding's night of passion.

Percy had pleaded, could we dress up? Apparently, Nathan and he hadn't worn
their tuxedos for far too long.

"You and Forts must wear your uniform tunics, please, let's make it a
special night!"

I had agreed, it sounded like fun.

I was grinning as I re-entered our apartment.

Forts, looked at me suspiciously... "What have you agreed to?"

I explained Percy's request, Forts wasn't so sure, "Well, you can tell
Darius..."

"Is that a yes, then?" I was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Forts winked, "You know it is. Anything you want... You had better speak to
Andrei too... He can drive us in the Rolls, let's really push the boat out
and have a really good time."

*

Luckily, Athol and Archie were only too pleased to have the three boys for
the night. It made me laugh, my grandad had been such a grumpy fucker, a no
fun zone surrounded him. Athol and Archie were the exact opposite. As soon
as I asked them, they had begun constructing a den out of chairs and a
blanket.

"We can feed them too if you like." Archie had enthused, excitedly.

Forts and I got the three boys ready in their nightclothes and took them up
to Athol and Archies' room. Both of us chuckled as from that moment they
both totally ignored us and began playing with the boys.

*

Now here Forts and I were, clock watching. Forts put down his book, "It's
quiet isn't it?..." He tittered, "Do you think they are coping okay?"

I jumped up, he was right, "Maybe I should check?"

Forts burst out laughing, "Sit down, I was joking. They will be fine with
them."

I nodded, feeling ever so slightly soppy. "Forts I am just going to speak
to Vlad... I feel bad about earlier... Why don't you have your shower? It
will be time to get dressed and go soon."

"Okay, but remember what I said, don't be talked into anything. We will
find someone else you are happy with to look after the boys."

*

I slipped out of the room as Forts stripped off and headed into the
ensuite. I stopped outside of Vlad's room and knocked.

"Come in."

I eased the door open and peered in. The room was in darkness, apart from
the flickering light of some small candles. Vlad was on his knees in front
of the Icon altar table.

He looked round, "Davy, it's you. Come in, come in."

He stood smiling as I entered. My eyes were momentarily struck by both the
gilt of the painted icons, and the jewels on the gold Panagia around his
neck as they flashed in the light from the dancing flames of the icon
lamps.

I stopped, "Vlad, sorry to interrupt you. I came to apologise about
earlier."

Vlad came over to me and embraced me, "Davy, you don't have to do that." He
paused, standing back, his serene eyes fixed on mine, "Robert has told me
about your concerns regarding Alexandra. It is me who should be
apologising, I never even thought or suspected..." His voice trailed off.

I broke eye contact, "I know it's silly. But I just can't help myself, not
after Theodora... And Draco..."

Vlad nodded and smiled, "Do you have time for a little chat? Another
solution to that issue may have just presented itself."

I wasn't really keen to discuss this without Forts, frightened I would be
bounced into something. Vlad pointed to one of the chairs, and I sat down.

He smiled and leant towards me, "I have just gotten off the phone with
Bishop Navarofski. He has suggested one of the young men training to be a
priest would make an ideal candidate for raising the boys. Navarofski would
like me to take the young lad under my wing and nurture him as he
progresses to becoming a priest."

I tried to keep my face expressionless as my heart sank. "Another priest?"
My voice was barely a whisper.

Vlad smiled, "We are not that bad, are we?"

"No... You're not..."

Vlad took my hands, "Davy, I have more news. Bishop Navarofski has promoted
me to Archpriest... That was why I was praying, seeking the Lord's guidance
for the task he has set me, and my new position."

I felt my heart race. "You're not leaving us, are you?"

Vlad smiled and chuckled, "No... You don't get rid of me that easily."

I looked to the floor, "It's not that... I don't want you to
leave... ever."

Vlad smiled, "Thank you... Leaving, that is not a day I am looking forward
to either, when it eventually comes..."

I could feel my selfish panic rising within me. I locked my eyes on his,
"We can still be friends though, can't we? If you are an Archpriest. I
need... you." I had no real idea what being an Archpriest even meant.

"Of course we can. Don't be silly. An Archpriest is just a senior priest,
who is usually in charge of other priests. The bishop has made it quite
clear that having my own trainee will be essential if I am to go any higher
in the Church." He grinned again, "That's if I don't mess it up."

"I am sure you won't. So, do you know who you are getting?" I mumbled.

Vlad tilted his head as he watched me. "His name is Edik, he is nineteen
and speaks fluent Russian."

"Does he know about Forts? You know... Who he is?"

He smiled, "Yes. Edik is like the rest of us Russians in England, he fled
Bolshevism too, only recently in fact." Vlad thought for a moment, "I know
I can trust you. Edik, deserted from the Red Army at the start of the war
and came to England, his family were slaughtered as a result of his
defection."

"My God, and you think he could look after the three boys?"

"Well, he was the oldest of nine brothers and sisters. So, he has some
experience, alas, they are all dead now."

To my mind, this all sounded like it was getting worse and worse. I think
the rise in my voice gave my fears away, "But we don't know him... Are you
sure... He can be trusted with Draco?"

"Davy, I will be with him. If you both agree to Edik looking after the
boys, you get me, too."

Now that made me feel a lot better. "Okay, I will speak to Forts."

Vlad raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You won't forget?"

Blushing, I made eye contact with him, "No, I promise I will this
time. Vlad, I had better be going, or I am going to make us all late for
our night out."

I stood and Vlad joined me, "Give me a hug, my friend, and make sure you
and Forts enjoy your evening."

I glanced back as I left. Vlad had returned to his knees in front of the
icon table, his head bowed in renewed prayer. Quietly, I closed the door
and returned to Forts.

*

Andrei smiled and opened the door of the Rolls Royce. Nathan and Percy
climbed inside in their tuxedos. Forts acknowledged Darius and Andrei and
then we both got in beside Nathan and Percy.

With us safely inside, Darius got into the front alongside Andrei and we
set off for Aberdeen.

I have seldom seen my uncle so animated. He was grinning like a big kid.

He peered out into the night, "Can we put the interior light on so everyone
can see us?"

Forts laughed, "I don't mind, but I don't think Darius will agree to that."

"Shame," Percy pouted, "I was going to practice my royal wave."

*

Thirty minutes and much laughter later, we pulled up outside the Grand
Hotel, chuckling as the doorman and Andrei seemed to be having a tussle
over who would open the vehicle's door. The doorman was obviously hoping
for a reasonable tip from the owners of such a vehicle. The matter was only
being settled when Darius stepped forward and opened the door, glaring at
them both.

"Oh, this is so exciting." Percy still hadn't calmed down.

He was first out of the vehicle, followed by Nathan, then me, and finally
Forts. We were met on the stairs by the hotel manager. He had hesitated,
unsure which of the two dashing young men in beautifully cut tunics was the
more important, a quick nod of the head by Darius and the manager was
fawning to Forts.

"Your Imperial Highness, how absolutely marvellous to have you with us
again!"

I glanced round at Percy, mouthing, "Forts and I have never been here
before."

Percy chuckled. He was beside himself, still grinning like an idiot. I
nodded, raising my eyebrows. Unless you have actually experienced the
totally bizarre way some people act when faced with royalty, well, you
wouldn't believe it.

Percy took my arm. "I'm loving this," he whispered, "I feel like a film
star."

Forts was led into the hotel and through to the dining room. We all
followed, closely watched by all the muttering other guests.

The meal was amazing considering there was a war on. Obviously, no one had
told the chef. Forts was on top form, everyone was, in fact. The drink and
laughter flowed in equal measure. But like all excellent evenings, at some
point they have to come to an end. Or do they?

We all poured, or was it piled into the Rolls for the journey back to the
Castle. Percy was now tiddly, and as we drove through the darkened streets
of Aberdeen, he got into a battle of wills with Darius as he kept switching
on the rear cabin lights to wave regally at the people on the streets. I
don't think I have laughed so hard in years. Eventually, Darius had Andrei
switch them off permanently from the driving position.

Back at the Castle, Percy had pointed at Darius, "I don't like you. You
spoiled all the fun."

Darius winked and chuckled as Nathan, Forts and I burst out laughing.

*

Forts, Nathan, Percy, and I all made our way up to their room for a
nightcap. It had been a long time since Forts and I had been in there. They
had made it really homey.

Percy fussed around us, hugging each of us in turn several times, while
Nathan poured us all drinks.

"Wow, who is that?... Davy look!"

Forts was pointing to a painting above their bed of a guy on all
fours. Only his arse was facing the picture, that, and an impressive set of
balls and a low hanging cock swinging between his slightly open legs.

I immediately recognised the dark green lines of the tattoos on the guy in
the painting's back and bum. I turned to Nathan.

He burst out laughing, "Yes, it's me."

"Who painted it?" Forts was giggling.

"Robert," Percy laughed as he staggered up out of his chair.

"Nice set of balls." Forts kicked off his shoes and clambered on to the bed
to get a better look. Crawling on all fours up to the picture, examining it
carefully.

"Oh, I am sure you look the same, Forts." Percy came and stood at the
bottom of the bed. He waved me closer.

Forts laughed, "You would have to ask Davy, I can't get my head that far
round. I think my nuts are bigger, though." He chuckled again and winked at
Nathan.

"That sounds like a challenge... COMPETITION!" Percy cried. "Right, both of
you get them off and assume the position."

There was a momentary silence, then, Nathan began pulling off his clothing,
"Well, I am game!"

Forts looked at me, "Davy?"

Percy nudged me, "Come on, he has to defend his honour. It will be fun!"

I winked at Forts, "You heard the man. Defend your honour, my prince!"

Forts was giggling, undoing his jacket and shirt buttons as Percy pulled
off Forts dress socks, waving them in the air and flinging them off, who
knew where?

Nathan clambered on to the bed and took up position alongside Forts in just
his underpants. Percy and I helped to pull off Forts trousers, taking a leg
each, leaving him giggling in just his undershorts.

They both lay on their backs, propping themselves up on their elbows. Percy
turned to me, "Reveal your man, Davy!"

Forts and Nathan whispered something to each other and then to more
laughter, both got on to all fours and wiggled their covered arses at us.

"Follow my lead, nephew!"

Percy leant forward and gripped the waistband of Nathan's
underwear. Slowly, cheekily, teasingly, sexily, he eased them down over
Nathan's butt cheeks. His firm, muscular arse came into view. Lower and
lower the pants went until his puckered hole, taint, and then his scrotum
appeared. Then, with a final flourish, they were off and his balls were on
display, hanging heavy and full. Not only that, a considerable length of
fat cut cock swung below them.

"Wallah!" Percy was giggling. "Now, it's your turn." He nodded towards
Forts.

Forts grinned back at me and spread his legs wider apart. Still giggling,
he pushed his head down in to the bedding. He curved his back, which forced
his arse out further.

"Ready!" he laughed, his voice muffled by the bedding.

"Watch and weep!" I winked at Percy and reached for Forts'
underwear. Mimicking what Percy had done a few seconds earlier, I slowly
eased Forts' under pants down, revealing the top of his firm, hairy arse
cheeks.

"Christ, he is hairier than you, darling." Percy slapped Nathan's smooth
upturned bum, causing his cock and balls to jiggle.

I hadn't really thought about how hairy Forts was getting. In the last few
years, he had definitely become hairier. He wasn't like a gorilla, but it
was noticeable.

"Oh, he has hairy pantaloons!" Percy shrieked.

Forts glanced back, pouting, yet grinning at me, "What did he say?"

I looked at Percy, "What are Pantaloons?"

"Hairy trousers..." Percy giggled as he reached over and stroked his hand
down Forts' thigh. "ROARR, you are lucky Davy, that's lovely! Nathan is as
smooth as a baby's bum."

Now it was Nathan's turn to look back and pout.

Forts whispered something to him, they both laughed and wiggled their arses
at Percy and me again. I just laughed, and continued to pull Forts' pants
down, revealing the dark, slightly hairy crack at the top of his arse. I
knew Forts had shaved his balls and was waiting for Percy's reaction when
he saw them.

Forts' smooth taint appeared first, then his silky scrotum, hanging heavily
with his large plums, beneath them hung his rapidly swelling bellend. Percy
gasped again and went to give them a stroke. I slapped his fingers away,
"Hey wait until you're asked."

Now it was Percy's turn to pout. With a final pull, I removed Forts'
underpants completely.

His balls and cock swung as he waggled his arse again.

"So, whose are bigger?" He laughed, peering back at us.

Percy gave me a prod and a wink, then stood back and eyed both of our men's
hanging balls and cocks.

"Hmmm," he winked at me again.

I nodded, "hmmm."

I got another wink from Percy. He looked at Forts' and Nathan's expectant
faces. "Spread those legs a bit more and give those nuts and cocks a big
waggle again, both of you."

With their heads down, some words were exchanged between Forts and
Nathan. Then, with a giggle, they both spread their legs wider and pushed
their bums out even more. I gasped as both of their arse cheeks parted,
revealing both of their holy of holies... their puckered rosettes.

Forts' was slightly darker than the surrounding skin, but perfectly
formed. The hairs on his arse cheeks thinned until just a few black hairs
surrounded his hole. Subconsciously, I licked my lips; I loved his arse.

I glanced over at Nathan. The curls of his dark green back tattoo ended
just above his butt cheeks drawing your eyes to the two muscled globes. His
puckered rosette was more of a pinkie colour, his skin totally smooth, or
was it just shaved? Percy leant forward, burying his nose deep into the
open crack, and breathed deeply. He turned and winked at me, a look of
bliss, written all over his face.

I wet my lips again and found my face buried between Forts' spread cheeks,
his fresh, musky, manly scent transporting me to who knows where. It was a
moment of rapture and overwhelming love and lust. My tongue flicked across
his hole, causing him to jump, and then moan as he pushed back on to it. I
kissed his pucker. It seemed to kiss me back as my tongue pushed forward
harder, working its way into the centre of his rose. The muscle petals
spread, a delicately opening rose to welcome my tongue.

Forts giggled, bursting that bubble I had entered. "Hey you are supposed to
be comparing our balls."

Percy and I pulled back, exchanging embarrassed glances.

"Sorry."

Percy recovered himself, "Hmmm... Give us another wiggle. We were both
distracted." He winked at me again, as both Nathan and Forts vigorously
waggled their arses left and right. Soon it wasn't only their balls
swinging, those juicy bellends they both had seemed to be stretching
downwards toward the bedding too, as they too swung like pendulums between
their legs.

"Well?" Nathan called back.

"Hummm, I just don't know... Hang on a moment."

Percy dived into the bedside cabinet draw and pulled out a bottle. I looked
at him questioningly.

"I think we need some oil..." he winked again and poured some of the
bottle's contents into his hands, then passed the bottle to me. "Do what I
do." Another wink.

I poured some of the oil on to my hand and watched as Percy gently smeared
it over Nathan's arse cheeks. They immediately glistened in the
light. Nathan groaned and spread his legs wider.

Percy whispered and smiled, "Your turn, Davy."

Forts glanced back at me and mouthed, "Only if you want to."

Gradually, the atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more sexually
charged, changing from the frivolous to the hypersexual. I felt Percy's
eyes on me, patiently waiting to see what I would do.

Lust possessed me. I gently dribbled the oil from my hand on to the top of
Forts' right arse cheek. Cupping my fingers, I worked it into his skin,
causing him to moan appreciatively, while pushing his arse back even
further. His skin began glistening like the morning sun.

I poured some more oil on to my hands and now, using them both, coating his
hairy cheeks with a film of oil, each stroke, allowing, or was it
facilitating, my fingers to ease further between the globes of his arse.

Had the room gone all quiet? Or was I in my own world as I swirled patterns
in the hairs on his bum. I glanced over at Percy, like me, he was totally
focused on his Nathan.


**

Percy takes up the story

I gave Nathan's legs a nudge. He opened them wider, his bum dropping
slightly as he knelt before me. I caressed his smooth skin, the oil warming
on my fingers. His meat hung, some would say obscenely, thick, plentiful,
and heavy. The smooth skin of his taint was taut, the weight of his two
large eggs pulling it downwards. His bellend hung, fully exposed, a large
plum swinging on several inches of fat shaft. Nathan's bellend was
unmistakable. His circumcision had been brutal, hacking away his frenulum
with the rest of the skin. The plus side was it freed his bellend to
develop independently of any constraint. The flared ridge of his glans
formed nearly a perfect circle.

He moaned as I massaged the oil into his skin, rolling my palms over each
cheek and then teasingly down the inside of each thigh, the tips of my
fingers only fleetingly touching the cascading flesh of his meat. He moaned
deeply, whether in pleasure or was it frustration, I wasn't sure.

I dribbled some more oil down through the now open crack of his
arse. Slowly, it made its way down between his cheeks, spreading and
dispersing as it broke over his rosette. He twitched, the oil bubbling at
his hole, accompanied by another moan as he buried his head deeper into the
bedding.

Davy was watching me. He smiled, and taking the bottle of oil, did the
same. He gasped as it burped out, more than he had intended, his fingers,
attempting to intercept the rivulets running down Forts' arse
crack. Unstoppable, it rolled over his hole, then down the skin of his ball
sac, gathering in the hollows just above each of his nuts before
overwhelming that space and dripping to the bed to yet more moans.

Davy looked at me horrified as the oil soaked into the bedding, "Sorry," he
mouthed, as he tried to gather it up with his fingers.

I just winked and returned to my man. I let my fingers follow the path of
the oil, my thumb pressing against his hole. He moaned as I circled his
rosette, the sensitive tip of my thumb registering each and every crease in
the skin. My other hand joined the first, both thumbs now pressing gently
and tracing that pucker, working, stretching it open as my fingers cupped
and caressed the oily cheeks.

I slid my hands downward, my thumbs side by side, dragging, or was it
gliding across his taint to the pulled skin at the top of his ball sac? My
right hand, forefinger, and thumb slipped round the join of his cock shaft
and ball sac to his groin. I squeezed my fingers slowly together, then
slowly dragged them downwards, the rest of my palm open, delicately cupping
those precious orbs. The fingers of my left hand caressed down the inside
of his thigh. Nathan gasped as the downward pressure of my lightly clenched
fingers caused his balls to grow taut in their sac. I let his swelling,
thickening cock break free of my grasp, while dragging my lightly held
fingers on downwards letting them finally open as they brushed over his
heavy nuts.

My left hand reached for his cock shaft, squeezing it gently. It throbbed
in response. My hand began coating his shaft in oil as I slowly wanked him,
my touch, forcing more blood into his heavy, swollen cockhead. He moaned
again.

Once more, I joined my thumb and forefinger together, this time on my left
hand. Delicately using the oil to reduce the friction, I slid them up and
down his cock shaft. On the upstroke, the back of my hand pushed his heavy
balls out of the way, the downstroke, letting me feel every lump and bump
and throbbing vein of his shaft until I arrived at his swollen plums, each
time stopping to squeeze tightly just above his glans. His cock head flared
as beads of precum formed, and drawn by an invisible force, broke free,
swinging wildly on a gossamer thread, before breaking some over my hands,
the others on the bedding.

Forts' cock was now as swollen as Nathan's. The two of them were no longer
communicating, the only noises from each of them deep moans of pleasure.

Davy eased his thumb up between Forts' balls and cock shaft, then dragged
down the large throbbing tube at the rear of his cock. Precum spurted out
of Forts' bellend on to the sheets as Davy's thumb made little circles on
his glistening frenulum, the tips of his finger just easing between the
heavy split separating his glans, touching his cocklips before sliding
back.

"Fuck, this is amazing!" Forts squirmed his knees deeper into the bedding,
his toes flexing.

Finally, some words, in place of just moans.

Davy leant forward, his hand still milking Forts' oiled cock, "Are you
okay?"

An obviously contented and dreamy eyed Forts glanced back, his jaw slack as
he nodded. Again, no words were spoken as he turned and reburied his head
in to the pillow. Davy turned to me and winked.

Together, now nearly mirroring each other, Davy and I added more oil to our
soul mates' meat and arses. Our slick hands slithered over their swollen,
full balls and our lightly clenched fingers rhythmically milking their
oiled shafts.

I winked at Davy. "Time for these boys to cum, I think."

He nodded, grinning. "Well, as we can't decide who has the biggest balls,
perhaps we should see who has the biggest load of cum?"

I nodded, "Sounds like a plan." I reached for the two empty water glasses
on my bedside table, handing one to Davy. "Catch it in this, then we can
see who shoots the most."

He chuckled and stood the glass upright below Forts' throbbing cock. I did
the same and with a final squirt of oil across the top of both of their
arses we worked it down over their taints and balls and then on to their
cocks.

Both of us pulled their shafts down from the horizontal positions they
wanted to occupy. They throbbed in our hands, the tension in their shafts
wanting to drag them from our oiled fingers. We held them both, pointing
vertically down, and grinned at each other.

"Do you want to try both at once?"

Davy nodded and one of his oiled hands reached for Nathan's nine-inch
shaft. His fingers circled it. Davy glanced at me as he felt Nathan's cock
throb. Then slowly, deliberately, his fingers closed, and he began to pump
and milk both of their cocks in unison. Slowly at first, then increasing in
speed, eliciting groans of pleasure from them both.

I slipped my hands over each of Davy's. Both of us now wanked their cocks,
our differing grips seemingly turning Forts and Nathan on even more.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Forts groaned.

Davy let go of Nathan and grabbed for the glass under Forts'
cockhead. Forts threw his head back, arching his back, his balls no longer
swinging, but bulging tight against his taint. Davy just managed to get
Forts bellend inside the glass as it exploded, splattering the clear glass
with his milky cum. Spurt after thick spurt, ran down the side of the
glass, coating the bottom in a thick layer of pearlescence, each forceful
jet accompanied by a guttural grunt.

I was still wanking Nathan, but was so distracted watching the spectacle of
Forts' cock spasming, I missed Nathan's first explosion. Davy nodded
frantically towards Nathan. I must have missed his first grunt. I turned to
see the first jet of cum from his bellend miss the glass and splatter onto
the sheets. Grabbing the glass, I attempted to get his cockhead into
it. His second jet missed the glass and hit the side, running down over my
fingers.

"Shit, shit!" I finally got his cockhead into the glass and caught the
final spurts, copying Davy as he forced the final dribbles from his man's
cock into the glass.

Forts and Nathan remained head down on all fours for a few more moments as
their orgasms subsided. Finally, they both chuckled and flipped on to their
backs and sat grinning at us, their legs wide apart, their spent cocks
still fat and heavy, though now drooping over their spent ball sacs.

"Who won?" Forts grinned.

Davy held up his glass and waggled it. I did the same. Forts' glass
definitely held more cum.

Nathan reached for the glass I was holding, he looked at it
disappointedly. "Hey, I came more than that."

I stuck out my bottom lip, "Sorry darling, I missed some. Well, quite a bit
actually... sorry."

Forts laughed, "It has to be in the glass, or it doesn't count." Then,
grinning, he taunted Nathan. "Looooseeer..."

Nathan pouted as Forts reached for Nathan's glass and held it alongside
his, "Not bad for an old man, I suppose!" He chuckled.

I just managed to grab the glasses as the bed erupted, the two of them
giggling and shrieking as they began to playfully wrestle each other.

Nathan's voice piercing the giggles, "Old man! I will show you, you young
whippersnapper."

Davy was in hysterics as Forts and Nathan wrestled naked. I touched his
arm, "Hey, it looks like we are missing out on more fun!"

He nodded, and we both began pulling off our clothes and leapt into the
fray on the bed.


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