Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2023 23:45:19 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 138b

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He began to cry. But on a positive note, his arse tightened round my sawing
shaft, gripping its entire length.

"I thought you loved me..." He sobbed.

I thrust in hard again, slapping my balls against his. "Well, you thought
wrong. You are just a fuck! And not even a very good one."

I pulled out and flipped him on to his front, "Lift your arse..." He moved
silently, groaning and sobbing as I buried myself to the hilt again.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 138b –

Davy continues the story

I reached over and switched off the alarm clock before it could go
off. Forts was exhausted, he needed his sleep and as far as I was
concerned, that was more important than anything else.

I sneaked out of bed, found Marcus and made it clear to him not to let us
be disturbed. I crept back into our bedroom, then slid into the bed once
more and slowly backed my bum into a still sleeping Forts. He gave a
friendly moan and spooned behind me, wrapping his arm round my shoulder and
onto my chest. I made a little growl noise back. You know the noise that
says both I love you and feel safe with you that partners give each other
rather than speaking, before I then drifted back off to sleep in his arms.

*

"Tada!" The lights came on as the door burst open. "Fuck it is dark in
here... Hey, you are not both still in sleeping, are you?" The room was
flooded with yet more light as Chris threw open the heavy curtains.

Forts leapt up beside me and grabbed the alarm clock. "Shit, shit... Sorry
Chris, I think I need another fucking alarm clock!... Hey your plasters are
off! Davy, look, Chris has gotten his plasters off."

I forced a smile, "Oh good..."

Marcus' head peered round the door. He looked straight at me and swallowed,
mouthing, "Sorry I didn't see him arrive."

Forts was smiling and now sitting up in the bed, his back to the
headboard. "Come over, Chris, and sit on the bed. Shove up Davy."

Chris was beaming, "Is it okay if Lillis comes in?"

"Yeah sure..."

I think Forts heard me sigh... "You don't mind, do you, Davy?"

"NO... I was only sleeping..."

Forts tilted his head and smiled at me, then planted a kiss on my lips.

Chris turned for the door, "Lillis, bring in the stuff, we can show Forts."

I bit my lip and glared at Marcus. He forced a smile, his voice hesitant,
"Anyone for tea?"

Forts smiled at him, "That would be nice and maybe with some toast and jam,
too. If that's no trouble?"

Marcus nodded, desperately trying to avoid my eyes. "Coming right up."

He obviously couldn't wait to get away.

Lillis joined Chris perched on the side of the bed and began laying out
some folders. I shuffled over a bit more, making sure I knocked one on to
the floor. Forts patted my leg, "Watch out Davy..." He gave me another
kiss.

"Oh, sorry..." I said sarcastically.

"Room for two more little ones?"

My head spun to the door. Dima and Robert came into the room smiling. Forts
grinned, "Sure, come in."

Dima smiled back, "We have some stuff for you to sign off on, Forts."

Robert saw my face, "Err, it can wait..."

"What, like until we were actually up... Now there is a novel idea."

Forts laughed, and kissed me again, "Who' gotten out the wrong side of the
bed this morning?"

"I haven't managed to get out yet..." I hissed back.

Forts cracked up again. "You do make me laugh..."

I forced another smile.

Marcus wheeled in a small trolley with tea and toast. He saw Robert and
Dima, "Oh, I had better get some more tea and toast."

"Yes, you had better..." I added sarcastically, forcing another smile.

Forts patted my leg again. "Can you shove up a bit more? Make some room for
Robert and Dima?"

I pulled my legs up sharply, "Better?"

Forts flashed me one of his smiles. Then pouted as I didn't change my stony
face. Then winked, "I love you..."

"I love you too..."

"Oh good, you are both awake!"

"Oh, for Christ's sake." I muttered under my breath.

"Davy, please!..." Forts glared at me. Then turned back to the door,
"Professor Harding, come in. How is Will? Do you have any more news?" Forts
turned to face him. "Come over and join us."

Harding nodded and walked over towards the bed, "Will is still hanging in
there. It is very early days yet to know for sure. I have asked one of my
colleagues from London, a burns specialist, to come up and see what he
thinks. I hope that is okay?"

Forts patted to a small remaining piece of available bedspread. "You know
it is, anything you need just get it, anything, it doesn't matter what it
costs. We can get him a room here if he needs a place to stay."

"I am sure he will appreciate that. Oh, I also checked on Aaran and Draco's
little scars, make sure everything is okay... I am pleased to say they
are..." He chuckled, "That little Grand Duke is going to be hung like his
father..."

Dima laughed, "And his uncle then..."

"Ah, poor thing, only a tiddler then... unlike his uncle Chris." McPhee
laughed as he gripped the front of his kilt.

Forts grinned and turned back to Harding, "Now you are here, do you fancy
some breakfast?"

"Oh, that would be nice. If I am not imposing?"

"No..." I didn't get to finish my next sarcastic offering. As Forts hissed,
"Davy, stop!"

Harding looked at me, in fact, everyone on the bed did.

I swallowed, "No, please... It is lovely to see everyone. All we need now
are Edik and Draco."

Chris chuckled, "Speak of the devil."

Edik came into the room carrying Draco. Forts held out his arms and took
him. "Hello little fella, have you come to see your dad? I hear you have
been having your winkle checked?..." Draco giggled, anyone would have
thought he actually understood Forts.

"Edik, grab some tea and toast." Forts chuckled, "I am not sure there is
any room for you to sit on the bed though, sorry... Dima, make a note, I
need a bigger bed!"

Everyone roared with laughter, except me.

"Here you all are!"

"Dad, Archie! Come in."

Athol was grinning, "Look who I have brought to see you!"

He came over to the bed and placed down Radost and Nadya.

"Hello you two..." Forts enthused. The pups both clambered towards Forts
and Draco. Maybe they could sense my mood.

"Oh, tea and toast!" Athol descended on the breakfast trolly.

Now you are probably all thinking that I should have adopted the old adage,
'If you can't beat them, join them,' but I wasn't thinking that, I was
upset that Forts was being given no peace.

I clambered out of the bed.

"Are you okay Davy?" It was Forts.

"Yes, I will leave you all to talk. I am just going for my shower..." I
didn't stop for a response and headed into the ensuite.

I heard Dima's voice, "Is he alright? He seems a bit grumpy."

I wanted to march straight back and shout, "NO! Actually, no. And, YES, I
am a bit GRUMPY... Can't you all leave Forts alone for five minutes?" But
stopped myself. I turned on the shower and pulled off my nightshirt,
waiting until the water reached temperature and got in.

*

I stood under the powerful super-sized shower head, letting the water
cascade over me and the building steam surround me in a white ethereal
cloud. I don't know how long I stood there, and I certainly didn't hear the
shower door open as someone joined me.

I jumped as two broad arms came round me. "Are you okay?" It was Forts, he
nuzzled in to my neck and nibbled my ear. I turned to face him, pleased he
couldn't see the tears of frustration in my eyes for the water spray. I
nodded. "I just wanted to let you have a lay in. Where is everyone?"

He smiled knowingly. "It's okay... They have all gone."

"No Forts, it's not okay..." My voice broke up, "We never get anytime to
ourselves. They all think they can just come to you whenever they
like... Sod what we are doing."

He pulled me to his hairy chest, his arms rubbing my back. "Oh Davy," He
wiped away an escaped tear. "What does my little princess want me to do?"

I pulled away, "I don't know... I know we have responsibilities, but, ..."
A thought struck me, "What about a set morning meeting, where anyone who
has to can update you with stuff? A set time... Not just turn up when they
want to and expect us to stop what we are doing."

Forts nodded, "Okay, I will speak to Dima and Robert... Get them to arrange
that."

"Thank you." I put my head to his chest and then glanced up at him.

Forts gave me a peck on the lips and then flashed me another smile. "I
didn't think we were actually doing anything... this morning... or did you
have a plan?" He chuckled, gently pushing his hips into mine.

I love this guy. I grinned, "I might have had." I threw my arms round his
neck.

"Ouch," He winced.

"Oh, sorry... I forgot about that."

The bruise on Forts' shoulder showed a perfect imprint of a set of large
teeth. He winked, "It's okay... Now what were we going to be doing? Before
we were so rudely interrupted?"

It was now or never. I broke us apart. "Forts, there is another thing..."

He pushed back against me. "What is it, my little pumpkin?"

"Forts, I am being serious, I need to speak to you, tell you about some
things that happened."

He shuffled closer to me and kissed my nose. "Can they wait? Someone is
getting a bit frisky." He glanced down at his hardening cock.

I sighed. "I should have told you before."

Forts smiled, "Oh well, in that case, it can wait until later." He flashed
another Forts smile as the water cascaded down his face, "Unless you think
you are having a heart attack or something..."

"No..." I kissed him back, feeling his cockhead push into my stomach.

One of his hands reached and turned off the water as his body manoeuvred
mine back against the shower wall. He smiled, "I love you so much."

I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. My angst flowed down the plughole
with the last of the water my body shed.

Forts nuzzled into my neck. "Shall we go back to bed?"

I nodded and both of us stepped out of the shower. Forts grabbed one of the
large white fluffy towels and briskly dried me off. He began tickling me
and with me screeching with laughter, I broke for the bedroom, Forts in hot
pursuit his hard cock bobbing up and down as he chased me.

I landed on the bed as Forts rushed over to the door and locked it. He
grinned and then threw himself onto the bed and me. We rolled together in
each other's arms, still giggling and laughing. He kissed me and smiled at
me.

'Knock, knock, knock'. Then the door rattled.

Forts pulled a face. I was about to roll on to my back, I couldn't believe
it.

Forts winked and called out. "Err, whoever it is. How do I put this?" He
smiled at me, "Err, can you fuck off and come back later?"

"Oh sorry, yes, of course... Sorry to interrupt..." It was Marcus.

Forts sat up, "Marcus, we don't want to be disturbed for at least an hour."
He winked at me, "Make that two!"

"Certainly..." Marcus let out a little giggle, then added, "Have fun."

As Forts turned back to face me, I leapt on him. "Thank you."

He grinned, "Now what was that plan of yours?"


**

Callum picks up the story

Will's accident had brought back horrible memories to Gethin. That night
after we got back from the hospital, he had a terrible nightmare.

I jumped up, hearing him shouting and thrashing about in the bed next to
me. I flicked on the bedside light. Gethin's eyes were wild and lost
looking. His face and arms glistened, covered in sweat.

"Gethin, you're okay, you're okay, it's just a nightmare."

Slowly, he seemed to become calmer. He was breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry. How stupid of me."

I hugged him, "Don't be daft. We all have nightmares..."

I watched as he subconsciously stroked the burn scar on his face.

"Look at me, I am soaking." He was right. His nightshirt was stuck to him.

"Here, let me help you get that off." I reached over to him. Gethin lifted
his bum and began to pull off his nightshirt, he threw it to the floor.

I put my hand on his chest, the tips of my fingers just touching the
scarred area. He placed his on top of mine, "Please don't touch it... it's
so ugly..."

"You're beautiful... Well handsome... so stop it..."

Gethin sighed, "I just can't stop thinking about poor Will. It is bringing
it all back to me."

"Gethin stop... We don't know how bad Will has been burned yet... Maybe it
won't be that bad... And he has you to help him through it... You had no
one..."

Gethin smiled at me, "I had you... And Davy. Neither of you ever acted as
if it was there."

"That's because it is not you... You are the amazing person, just beneath
it."

I leant forward and kissed him. "I love you so much."

He smiled, "I love you too."

I winked at him and turned off the bedside light. Then shuffled over to
him. Slipping my hand down his lightly hairy chest to his treasure trail
and on down to his fat, flaccid, cut six inches nesting on his large
balls. I took hold of his huge 'love slug' and squeezed it gently as I
continued to kiss him.

He chuckled, "You know where this will end."

I laughed, "Oh, I hope so."

I could feel Gethin was smiling. His lips pressed harder against mine and
he pulled me towards him. His cock gave what felt like a huge pulse and
rapidly swelled in my hand. The sheer thickness forced my fingers apart as
it grew to its full throbbing nine inches. Slowly, I wanked it, each
movement of my hand getting less as the skin tightened.

"Hang on, put some of that 'Corn Huskers Lotion' that Dexy gave us for
Christmas on your hands."

I reached into the bedside draw and took out the glass bottle, its bright
yellow label proudly declaring its contents. I opened it. "Are you sure it
is okay, and he is not just winding us both up?" I put the bottle to my
nose and sniffed at the milky, cloudy liquid.

"Come on, it will be fine..."

"Alright... It's your cock..." I poured some into my palm and dipped my
other fingers into it. "Feels pretty slick... strange smell."

I grabbed Gethin's now rock-hard shaft and starting at the bellend smeared
the 'Corn Huskers lotion' slowly down his shaft.

"It certainly feels slippery, greasy even..."

I wiped my hands on the bedspread, "Shit, how do I get it off..."

Gethin gripped the base of his shaft and waggled it, "Get your arse over
here, you can worry about getting it off later."

I took hold of his shaft again. Gethin put his hands behind his head and
smiled at me. "How about a little suck first..."

"Oh, no... You should have asked before I put it on... It tastes funny."

He pulled a sad face. I just laughed and clambered over him. My own cock
bounced against his stomach as I swung my leg over his groin. Once I was
comfortable, I reached back and positioned his still throbbing cock at my
hole. My fingers were once more getting coated in the 'Corn Huskers'.

"How does it feel? Your cock's not burning or anything, is it, before I get
it up my arse?"

"No, it's fine... Just get on with it... Group."

I gave him a playful slap across his right nipple, but had to chuckle at
how he used the abbreviation of my RAF rank to order me about.

I dabbed some of the lotion on to my hole and gently inserted my finger. No
burning. No tingling.

Gethin smiled and looked at me expectantly, "Well?"

I gripped his shaft and eased myself downwards, felling my pucker opening
to take his bulbous cockhead. I felt my sphincter tightly close round his
glans.

"Hey, this is a lot easier." I waggled my arse about, slipping another inch
or two of him into me. "Much easier. How does it feel for you?"

Gethin just groaned as I slid down another inch. I gripped his nipples and
pulled them, "Hey I could get used to this... Good old Dexy... I wonder if
he gave any to Forts and Davy or anyone else?"

"I don't knoooooooow" Gethin exhaled as I slid down to the base of his
shaft, my arse easily accommodating and stretching to fit the really wide
bit at the base.

Using my thighs, I gave a little bounce. "Wow, this is really better than
that other stuff we used." I pulled my arse up until I could feel his
bellend tugging on my sphincter inside me. Then sat straight down, "Oh yes,
this is great..."

Gethin winced, "Hey careful, this is a carefully calibrated machine... Not
some battle club."

I rose up again slowly, "Hmmmm, feels more like a battle club up my arse."

"Right, that's it." Gethin grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. His knees
pushing my legs apart. I raised my hips, spreading my knees wide, sitting
them on his hips as he smiled and kissed me. "Now let me see how good this
stuff really is..."

He rolled his hips backwards and then slowly, ever so slowly, pushed
forwards into me. I groaned deeply as the pronounced ridge of his glans
bumped over my prostate. My cock throbbed and burped out a blob of precum
onto my stomach.

He pulled back and repeated his movement, "Hey, this stuff is good." He
kissed me and winked, "Let's try it a bit faster..."

Again and again his bellend slicked over my prostate. I raised my hips to
keep more contact, fireworks exploding in my head. Was it all down to the
'Corn Huskers Lotion'? At that precise moment I didn't care.

Gethin's balls were slapping hard against my arse cheeks. My own cut cock
head was somehow now smeared in a mixture of my own precum and some of the
lotion, which found its way on to my cock. The glans dragged back and forth
through the hair of my treasure trail and Gethin's downy chest each
movement heightening my own excitement.

"Gethin, I'm going to cum..."

"Not before me," he chuckled and speeded up even more.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I struggled to hold off the inevitable
slamming my hips back to meet his forward thrusts. He began to grunt, I
could feel him bracing himself, digging his toes in to the mattress as he
slammed into me. I was being hard fucked up the bed.

"Shit, this stuff is too good," he bellowed out. His hips locked and his
legs went ridged as he slammed into me for the final time. His cock
throbbed and spasmed deep inside me, pumping for all it was worth, emptying
his hairy balls into me.

"Are you there?" He gasped...

I winked, "Well ahead of you old boy..."

He glanced down, seeing the white sticky froth my cum had been whipped
into.

I kissed him again, "You feeling better now?"

He nodded and snuggled up to me.


**

Davy picks up the story

I felt my face going red as I entered the sitting room of our
apartment. Mum and Dad were sitting there with little Andrew, empty tea
cups beside them. Bloody Forts wanted us to both have another quick
shower. Why was he so much slower at dressing than me!

Marcus smiled, "Your Grace". Then nodded his head surreptitiously towards
my parents, "It's their second pot..." He half whispered as he forced a
smile which looked more like a grimace.

Ahh... "Morning Mum, Morning Dad."

Dad glanced at his watch, "It was ten minutes ago... It is afternoon
now..."

I glanced at Mum, she shook her head and mouthed, "It's okay."

I suppose I shouldn't have expected dad to be any different, he never was,
well, not to me anyway. I tried to smile and faced him. "Sorry Dad, Forts
was..."

Dad interrupted, "I am sure he was..."

It was pointless even pursing it, I would never win. I got down on my
hunkers, "Hello Andrew, have you got a hug for your big brother?"

Andrew's eyes lit up. I couldn't believe it, he ran towards me and then
straight past me, "Unkrle Florts, unkrle Florts."

I couldn't help but laugh as Forts came into the room behind me. "Hi little
fella, have you got a cuddle for me?"

I glanced at mum. She was trying not to laugh, too. Dad stood and did his
usual half bow, half curtsey to Forts, "Prince Drageon."

Forts gave me a sly wink. "William, what have I said, call me Forts."

Like me, I was sure mum gave a little chuckle. I would never have called my
father by his first name, not and gotten away with it. Forts still holding
Andrew in his arms, crossed to mum and gave her a kiss on the cheek,
"Morning Mum."

Mum kissed him back, "Morning Forts."

"Ohh, toast... " Forts grabbed a slice and started munching on it. "I hope
we haven't kept you waiting..." He smiled at Dad.

"Err, no, not at all, Drag... Forts... We only just got here..."

Marcus caught my eye and pulled a face. I struggled to keep mine straight,
you couldn't make it up...

Dad continued, "We have had a lovely time, Drag... Forts, thank you for
having us..."

I saw Forts' glance, "Please it was Davy too, not just me... Remember
that. When is your train?"

"Yes, of course." Dad turned and forced himself to smile at me. "This
afternoon... Forts."

"Well, it has been lovely having you stay. You know you are welcome
anytime. I will have Darius drive you to the station. Now, I must say
goodbye, I will leave you with Davy. I am sure you both want to thank him
and say your private goodbyes."

Forts shook hands with Dad and kissed Mum again. Mum seemed to want to say
something, but just put her hand on the beautiful diamond and emerald
broach Forts had picked out for her Christmas present. It was a matching
piece to the bracelet he had given her before. It was obvious from Mum's
eyes, she loved him every bit as much as I did. I was sure, she thought to
herself...'Maybe... In a different time...'

I had thought it was only my life that had been changed by Forts. I was
wrong. Mum and Dad now lived in a large, beautiful four bedroom detached
house just outside of London. Further, Forts had ensured they would never
have money worries ever again.

Forts handed Andrew to me with another wink and a mouthed, "Love you.. good
luck."

*

Mum and Dad left to get ready to leave. Dad was still as cold with me as he
ever was. I sat down with Andrew. He was pretty upset, his mummy was
leaving again. He sat on my lap, his head on my shoulders. I sat patting
his back, trying to eat a slice of toast.

I heard a little tapping behind us, both of us did. Andrew looked round, so
did I. There was a little monkey headed hand puppet looking round the door
at us. Andrew sat up and looked from it, then back at me.

"Hello Andrew." The puppet waved his hand. Andrew smiled and waved back.

You can guess who's ugly mug appeared next to the puppets. "Unrcle
Florts..."

Forts came over smiling and sat down opposite Andrew and me. For the next
ten to fifteen minutes, I was treated to a very animated conversation,
first between the 'monkey' and Andrew and then Forts and Andrew. As Forts
showed Andrew how to put his hand inside, one finger in the head and one in
each arm... Then followed a comical lesson on how to speak, with half your
mouth closed.

I have to confess that Andrew did a pretty good job of working it. "I play,
I play..." he gabbled as he rushed out of the room.

Forts smiled at me, "Sorry, I thought it might help... What with his Mum
leaving..."

I grinned, shaking my head as I took the piss, mocking Forts' monkey voice,
"Oh don't worry Unrkle Florts is staying..."

Forts pouted... We both burst out laughing.

"Morning chaps, have you got a moment?"

It was Gethin and Callum. Both looked spick and span like new pennies in
their uniforms.

"Sure come in."

Forts winked at me. Gethin smiled, "I was wondering if we could have a
quick chat about Will."

Forts sighed and suddenly looked all serious, "Yes, of course."

Callum came over and sat next to me. He looked at me strangely and then
sniffed the air around me.

"What is it?" I casually tried to sniff my own armpits... "Do I smell?"

Callum winked, "I think it might be your Christmas present."

"Christmas present? But I never got any cologne."

Callum was grinning, he waved a chuckling Gethin over, "Have a sniff."

Now I was getting a complex. I smelt my armpits again.

Gethin bent lower and sniffed loudly...

"What is it?" I jumped up.

Gethin and Callum folded their arms and nodded to each other
knowingly... Callum shook his head, "Definitely eau de Corn Huskers."

Gethin grabbed me, "We know what you've been doing!"

Forts who had been silently watching all this unfold guffawed, and pointed
at me, "Guilty as charged..." More raucous laughter, this time with Gethin
and Callum joining in.

Forts was practically on his knees laughing, "I told you it smelled
funny..."


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