Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2023 10:24:45 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142a

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"Chris, please... let us try again... We can make it work, I am sure." Con
sounded terribly upset. It was breaking my heart. Olly was standing a few
feet away, watching as this all unfolded, totally unsure of what to do.

"Con please. I have made up my mind... I want to thank you, well, both of
you actually for making me feel so special..." I couldn't speak anymore,
well, not coherently. I turned for the door, nodding to Olly, who moved
forward and put his arm round a distraught Con.

"I will see you both when I get back."

                       **********************

Operation Pied Piper – Part 142a –

Part 142a minor characters making an appearance:

Robert Meisner - (Robert) Dima's partner and Forts and Davy's secretary.
Albert – Forts Valet Andrei – Forts and Davy's Russian Chauffeur
Robert Milner - Photographer and artist, now based at Castle Fraser.
Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th
Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Blond Haired, Blue
eyed, cut cock six inches, large balls, smooth chest. Very Fit body,
defined cum gutters.  Colonel Torcall Farquharson – (Torcall) Officer in
the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch. Friend of Athol, Gethin, Davy and
Forts. Based at Fort George, Inverness.


**

Davy takes up the story

I was sitting with Draco in my arms, talking with Robert Milner, our
photographer who had strangely come across to Pittodrie, ostensibly to say
goodbye and record Forts before he left on his trip, which kind of struck
me as a bit odd. But then again, I was always the last to know
everything. We heard voices from the corridor and the door behind us
opened. We both stood as first Marcus and then Forts strode in. Robert
nodded to Forts and quietly moved to the side of the room to stand next to
Marcus before getting his camera ready.

Forts looked amazing, it struck me how much he had changed since that first
time in the room above the stable at the Castle, he was now so
self-assured, dashingly handsome and so confident.

Forts gave us one of his amazing smiles. "Good morning Robert." He turned
to face Draco and me. "Hello you two. How do I look?"

(CLICK)

Forts was in a high-necked, loose fitting, dark green tunic, with
glittering red and gold shoulder boards, a matching green, tight belt
caused the material of his tunic to flare out above his waist. With a flat
cap that matched his trousers, sat at a jaunty angle on the back of his
head.

Marcus coughed and, smiling, said, "The cap is not supposed to be like
that!"

Forts chuckled.

His trousers were a deep coloured navy-blue, cut in the Cossack style, with
a broad red stripe up the outside leg seam. These were tucked in to highly
polished black knee-length boots.

I glanced at Draco's face. His eyes were focused on his dad. Damned if he
wasn't returning that exact same smile. I looked back at Forts,
grinning. "You look gorgeous as always, and every bit of a Russian Prince."

(CLICK)

Forts beamed and came over to us and gave us a hug.

"Especially with this bloody beard." I gave it a little tug. My smile
returning the love from his eyes.

"I wish you two were coming with me."

"Hang on." I adjusted his flat cap. "There, that's better." Forts grinned.

Marcus moved past us, towards his room. "See!"

(CLICK)

Forts stared into my eyes, "I am really going to miss you. You won't forget
me, will you?"

"Well, I do have another gorgeous little prince here now..." I squeezed
Draco. Forts pouted as I continued, "Don't be silly, you are not away for
long. We'll cope, won't we, Draco?" I kissed Draco's head and then Forts
lips. His moustache tickled my lip. I couldn't wait until he got rid of
that beard and tash. I was secretly beginning to think he liked having
them, in spite of his protestations to the contrary. Something always
seemed to come up, which delayed it all being shaved off.

I turned to Marcus. "Marcus, could you please fetch Edik and the boys so
Forts can say goodbye to Arran and Andrew as well."

Marcus nodded and vanished out of the room. Forts glanced over his shoulder
as Marcus left. "Now are you sure you are going to be alright? I hate to
leave you." He put his hands on my hips and squeezed me, his eyes not
leaving mine.

"Of course, I am." I stepped in between his arms and hugged him like my
life depended on it, burying my face in his shoulder.

"Here they are." I managed to say as the door opened again, just in time to
stop me from breaking down.

"Uncle Florts!" Little Andrew broke loose from Edik's hand and came flying
across the room, his arms upstretched to Forts. Forts scooped him up, "Hey
you can say uncle now... Well done, you." Andrew beamed, nodding and
looking very pleased with himself.

(CLICK)

I looked round at Robert. What was going on? He had never taken pictures
like this before.

Edik smiled, holding Aaran in his arms. "He is still having a problem with
Forts, though."

Forts grinned as he kissed Andrew. "Wait until he finds out my real name is
Drageon."

"Forts, Prince Dima is here." Denis gave a quick head bow.

Forts nodded, "Show him in." Dima was dressed similar to Forts. I had been
told they all would be. At this stage of the war, any young man not dressed
in some kind of military uniform was likely to be subjected to abuse and
jeers, especially in London as cowards or conchies, conscientious
objectors.

Forts turned and hugged and kissed Aaran and Andrew goodbye. I could see he
was struggling to keep his composure now, too. I handed Draco to him, and
he gave him a special hug and kiss, "Now you look after mummy." He
swallowed and then passed him to Edik.

Forts cleared his throat. "Prince Dima."

Dima nodded, "Forts."

Forts smiled at me, "Right, we had better be getting on."

"Oh, hang on, aren't you forgetting these two?" Marcus came across the room
holding a squirming Radost and Nadya.

Forts grinned again, "Could I ever?" He stroked them both and tickled them
under their chins as they both struggled to get to him. "You two have to
look after Davy too... Understand?" Forts leant down and kissed them both.

(CLICK)

*

At the last minute, I decided I would go with Forts to the station to wave
him off. This seemed to throw a bit of a spanner in the works, well with
Darius anyway. "Forts, that will leave the little ones unguarded. Duke and
I will be with you, Tobias with Davy... I knew we need another two more
chaps to make this work."

Forts shrugged his shoulders at me, "We are not going to win this one, you
know that, don't you?"

I nodded. Forts turned back to Darius, "The boys will be okay this
once. Let me know when you have identified the other guys you want to join
the team."

Darius failed miserably to conceal his glee. "Certainly, Forts."

Denis, Marcus and Robert formed an impromptu line up to say goodbye. All
giving a head bow and wishing Forts a successful trip. I stood waiting for
Forts to finish saying goodbye.

He turned back to Marcus, "Now you won't forget your little job, will you?"

Marcus glanced at me and then mouthed, "No, Robert has given them to me."

WHAT?

Forts nodded and took my arm and led me to the waiting Rolls.

*

Three vehicles were going to have to be used to get us all to the
station. Forts had invited Chris and Sergey Uvarov in to his vehicle, which
was being driven by Duke, with Darius riding shotgun. Well, that's what he
called it. Prince Dima, Robert and Count Samara would travel in the second
vehicle, driven by Tobias, and the third car would carry Albert and all the
luggage, and be driven by Andrei.

All of us, with the exception of Forts, had gotten into the various
vehicles. Forts was just having a last few words with Denis, when I saw an
obviously distressed Professor Con Harding come running out of the entrance
of the house.

"Forts... I need to speak to you."

"Con, I am just leaving. Can it wait until I return?"

Con was shaking his head, he looked awfully upset. "Please Forts, just a
minute... Please."

Forts glanced at his watch and then over towards Darius. He held up five
fingers and mouthed. "I won't be long."

Forts took Con's arm and the two of them walked round the corner out of
sight. I glanced at Chris. He had visibly tensed. He caught my eye and
grimaced, "I wonder what he wants?"

I reached over and patted his leg, "Probably just concerned about you."

Chris nodded and turned away. I could see he was struggling with this all,
too.


**

Forts picks up the story

As soon as I saw Con's face, I knew I had to give him a few minutes of my
time.

Con seemed to gather himself as we rounded the corner, "Forts, I can still
call you that, can't I? I mean we are still friends?"

"Of course, you can. Con, what is going on between Chris, Olly, and you is
really none of my business. I love you all deeply and you will always be my
friends... Well, I hope you will."

This seemed to visibly calm Con. He took my hand, bringing us to a halt,
"Forts, I know I sound like a silly, ungrateful old man, but I do love
Chris with all my heart..." He hesitated.

I smiled, "But you love Olly more."

He nodded, and a tear rolled down his cheek. He started to try to explain;
I stopped him. "Con, these things happen. No one can control who they fall
in love with. Chris understands. Yes, he is upset, but he is young and will
get over it. He can see how happy you and Olly are and feels he is
intruding. He wants the two of you to have the happiness denied you both
all those years ago."

Con nodded, "I didn't deserve him and he didn't deserve this."

"Con, listen, you have helped him more than you could ever realise. Now,
let him do this for you both."

Con nodded, "Thank you Forts. You will look after him, won't you?"

"Of course. Why do you say it like that?"

"Well, I imagined you would want Olly and me to move out of Pittodrie."

"Whatever gave you that impression? Of course I don't, unless you both want
to take up the use of the cottage I promised you before. Chris can stay at
Pittodrie. He would be really upset if you moved away."

"Your Imperial Highness, Forts!" I glanced round. It was Darius, he tapped
at his watch.

I nodded. "Con, I am going to have to go. Please speak to Olly while I am
away. Of course, I want you BOTH to stay... Give the cottage idea some
thought. Con, sorry I really must go."

He nodded and hugged me, "Thank you. Thank you."


**

Chris McPhee takes up the story

Darius opened the door of the vehicle as Forts approached. He got into the
car silently and sat alongside Davy on the rear bench seat. I saw Davy
squeeze his knee. Forts forced himself to smile and nodded.

With Darius now in place, Duke engaged the car in gear and we slowly set
off down the carriage drive to the main road, destination, Inverurie
station.

Forts hadn't said anything about his conversation with Con. All he had done
was give me a reassuring smile when he returned to the car. I would have to
wait until we were on the train to find out what they had been talking
about.

*

The further away from Pittodrie the car got, the more upbeat I felt. The
atmosphere there was really getting to me. By the time Duke parked the car
near the entrance at Inverurie station, I was finally feeling like my old
self. Davy reluctantly let go of Forts' arm. They exchanged such loving
glances. It was beautiful and at the same time upsetting to see.

I was first out of the vehicle as the door opened. I practically fell over
Mr Mountfield, the Station Manager, who was hovering peering into the
car. He smiled and then, realising I wasn't, 'His Imperial Highness',
huffed and dismissed me with a look and peered back into the vehicle.

He practically kowtowed as Forts stepped out of the vehicle. With me
pulling faces behind Mountfield's back, I don't know how Forts kept a
straight face as he was welcomed back to Inverurie Station.

"Your Imperial Highness, what an honour to have you back with us. Your
carriage is just being attached to the main train. It should only take a
few minutes."

Forts smiled, "Mr Mountfield, thank you. Please allow me to introduce my
travelling companions. You already know his Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie,
Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, Count Samara, Count Uvarov, and Mr Robert
Meisner."

Suddenly, Fort stopped and turned his arm outstretched towards me. As
Mountfield turned, I was nearly caught doing my exaggerated fawning
gestures. "And of course, I think you have already met the Baronet
Kingholm."

I smiled sweetly, "Mr Mountfield." The poor man, he was the only one not in
on the joke of his obsequious grovelling. He turned back to Forts, "This
way, Your Imperial Highness, allow me to escort you to your carriage." He
turned for the station entrance. With his back to us once more and with
Forts trying not to laugh and Davy shaking his head, I bent double and
began to grovel along behind him again.

Davy's sharp tongue put me firmly in my place. "Forts, I didn't know
Quasimodo was going with you, too." This time, as Mountfield turned back, I
think I may have been caught. I quickly made it look like I was checking my
laces.

*

We were led down to the carriage, which had now been all connected up to
the rear of the train. Once more we came to a halt as Mountfield insisted
on introducing Forts to the engine drivers. They jumped down onto the
platform and stood, caps in hand, heads bowed as Mountfield stressed how
important their passenger was. With the exception of Davy and Tobias, we
all got into the carriage. Forts stopped and dropped back onto the platform
as the whistles sounded. He grabbed Davy and gave him a big hug and,
shielding their faces, he planted a loving kiss on his lips, then hopped
back onto the carriage just as the train began to move.

Forts stood at the open door and gave an exaggerated wave as the train
pulled out of the station. Poor Davy, he remained on the platform, tears
tripping him.


**

Forts continues the story

As the train picked up speed, I made my way into the main salon. Albert
took my flat cap as I passed his rooms. "Tea? Or something stronger?"

I smiled sadly, "The way I am feeling, something stronger." He nodded and
vanished back into his rooms. Chris and Sergey were sitting at one of the
tables, laughing and chatting. Samara looked up as I entered. I went and
sat down beside him. He was sitting with an auction catalogue for the
Russian sale in front of him.

"Count, can I join you?"

Samara began to get up, I stopped him, "Forts, please do."

I smiled, "So, is everything ready for tomorrow?"

"It is Forts. They even pre-sent me the bidding paddle number." Samara
pulled out a white paddle with the number 401 on it.

Albert approached us carrying a tray of crystal glasses, each containing a
generous shot of whisky. He placed down two beside Samara and me. I looked
up and smiled, "Thank you, Albert." He nodded.

"So, Count, what are we particularly after?"

He smiled, his eyes sparkled. "Well, there are a number of pieces that I
would recommend you purchase."

"Alright. Are we going to be up against much competition for them?"

Samara smiled cheekily and took a drink from his glass. "I imagine the
usual representative of the King. Few others have the ready cash
available."

I leaned forward conspiratorially, "And what have your spies told you the
King is particularly interested in?"

Samara tapped his nose and slid the catalogue towards me, pointing to the
illustration.

"Flowers?"

Samara chuckled, "Forts, that is the 'Corn flowers and Buttercups', by Carl
Faberge. The vase is made of clear polished rock crystal. See, it looks
like the stems are in water. The stems and flowers are made of gold,
enamel, rose diamonds and rubies. And can you see the little enamel bee?"
Samara sighed, "You won't find another example of such fine craftmanship."

I stared at the picture. "And the King George wants it?"

Samara nodded. "Well, Queen Elizabeth, actually."

"How much is it?"

"It should go for only around three hundred and seventy-five pounds, I
would think."

I laughed and took a sip of my drink, "Only, three hundred and seventy-five
pounds? Count, you could buy a small house for that amount."

He smiled and winked. "Ah, Your Imperial Highness, I didn't realise you
were looking for a house... I thought..."

I shook my head. "Samara, you old rascal, buy it. I will give it to the
Queen. Not a word to anyone. Only Dima knows I am to visit the Palace and
meet the King on Thursday. I will present it to their highnesses then."

"It will be an amazing gift, Forts."

"So, Count, what else are we after?"

"Well, there are these two Imperial gift presentation boxes, each inlaid
with a miniature portrait of Tsar Nicholas. Boxes with the Tsar's portrait
were only ever given to royalty and very important persons. Both are two
coloured gold guilloche enamel, set with brilliant and rose-cut
diamonds. They would be an important addition to you collection and very
reasonably priced in the catalogue at just over one thousand pounds each."

I swallowed, "A thousand pounds each? Count, whatever you do, don't go
telling Davy how much these things all cost. He would have a fit."

"Not everything is as expensive as that. Depending on the piece, a set of
cufflinks can range from ten pounds to thirty. A gold cigarette case can be
as cheap as thirty pounds... Photograph frames, seventy pounds upwards."
Samara smiled again.

I pulled the catalogue closer and flicked through the pages, noting all the
little x's Samara had placed beside many of the items. "My God, they made
all sorts of stuff, didn't they. Clocks, letter openers, animals, seals,
vases, note books, scent bottles, cigar holders, even match holders. Look,
there is even a magnifying glass. What's this?" I turned the picture to
Samara.

"That's an enamelled Kovsh. A traditional drinking vessel, like a ladle."
Samara turned the pages, "See the oval shape, it is thought to have been
based on a Norse ship or possibly a water bird, see the long handle on one
side. They come in many types, several are in the sale, from solid gold to
silver and inlaid enamel. And look here, a selection of gilt and silver
Tcharka."

"Tcharka?"

"Vodka cups."

I finished my drink, "Thank goodness you are working for me, Count." He
smiled and bowed his head. "It is my pleasure."

I called Albert over, and he replenished our glasses.

"There is another piece I think you should try to acquire Forts. Samara
flicked through his page markers. This set of six table salts by Faberge,
was once owned by Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich."

"Am I related to him, too?"

Samara nodded and winked. "But, distantly. His was a very sad
tale. Although he married, he struggled with his homosexuality throughout
his whole life. Not many of his possessions are still around."

"Did you know him?"

Samara gave me a little wink, "Some things are best left in the past, Your
Imperial Highness."


**

Dima continues the story

The journey to London had seemed to drag. By the time we arrived, I was
glad to be escaping Count Sergey Uvarov. He never seemed to shut up and
what with his near constant ingratiating comments around Forts. What our
cousin saw in him was completely beyond me. That being said, Forts seemed
to be enjoying having him around, the two of them sharing several, what I
think are called, 'private jokes'.

Forts had even insisted that Uvarov accompany Chris and him in the Savoy
Rolls Royce to the hotel. I was pleased to take the second vehicle to
escape them.

The usual charade played out as we arrived at the hotel, Forts was met by
the manager and escorted to his Royal Suite. Robert and my suite was just
along the corridor on the same floor. Samara would be staying in his
apartment in the hotel. Chris and Sergey would each have a bedroom each and
be staying in Forts' suite.


**

Davy takes up the story

I had forgotten how painful it can be to be apart. Just like a big,
love-struck teenager, I had waited for his phone call. Poor Marcus has
never made so many cups of tea or told someone, "I am sure he will ring
soon" so many times.

Finally, the phone rang, I snatched up the receiver; it was Forts. They had
all arrived safely in London and were now ensconced at the Savoy. He
chuckled as I berated him for taking so long to ring me, saying they had
just arrived. Anyway, everything was alright, and he was missing me as much
as I was missing him. That night they were going to be eating in the
hotel's 'Grill Restaurant.' He assured me they wouldn't be having a late
night as he had a meeting with Mishcon first thing and then the sale at
Sotheby's after lunch. I said a tearful goodnight, then picked up Radost
and Nadya and cuddled them both for all I was worth.

Marcus brought me a cup of Ovaltine malty drink, and I made my way through
to the bedroom. I switched on the bedside light and turned off the main
lights. I quickly undressed and, having done my teeth and had a pee. As I
walked back into the bedroom, I saw Marcus had turned down the bed. I
walked slowly towards the huge empty bed. I swallowed, I now hated to sleep
alone. Hang on, what was that propped against my pillow? A large envelope?

Marcus called out, "Good night Davy." And quickly left the room. I was
about to tell him to wait, but instead decided to see what was in the large
manila envelope on my pillow.

I got into bed and opened it, peering inside. It seemed to contain
photographs. I pulled out the first one and my heart leapt to see Forts'
smiling face looking back at me. It was my favourite picture of him in
uniform. A small letter was attached in his handwriting.

'To my Darling Davy, now you won't forget me! All my love. Yours always,
Forts.'

Needless to say, my eyes were all glassy now. I kissed the photograph of
him. But hang on, there were more of them. The next was a picture of him
naked, stretched out on a bed, captioned, 'Yes I am thinking of you.' I
chuckled, saying out loud, "You silly sod." The next photograph was of
Forts again, this time sporting a super hard cock, his hand grasped round
it as he stared straight at the camera. This one simply captioned 'See'.

I laughed again through the tears rolling down my cheeks. A warmness
engulfed my body. So that was what Robert was doing here earlier. It now
all made sense. I placed the what can only be said, 'obscene' picture on
the pillow next to me and having kissed his hard cock, turned to put off
the light.


**

Chris takes up the story

I was a bit disappointed as we were led into the small private dining room
located at the rear of the main 'Grill Restaurant' seating area. I am not
sure we even got the choice. I think Darius or Duke had approached the
manager shortly after we arrived, demanding it.

I wasn't aware of the pair of eyes watching my every step as we walked
between the crowded tables. The private dining table was a beautiful large
wooden oval covered with a spotless white tablecloth. It was set with
amazing plates and crystal glassware, all ready for us. I think Robert had
done a rough seating plan. That went up in the air as soon as we got to the
table. Uvarov, seeing he wasn't next to Forts, picked up all the named
place setting and laughing, dumped them in the middle of the table, "We
don't need these." He then sat down next to Forts. I could see Dima's
face. He wasn't pleased at all. Forts just smiled, nodding, I wasn't sure
he realised what had just happened. On Forts' other side was Count
Samara. I was opposite the three of them, kind of on my own, although
bizarrely, with an empty chair next to me. This left Robert and Dima to sit
at each end of the table facing opposite, but some distance from each
other.

As the door was closed, Uvarov moaned loudly, "We can't hear the quartet
now." He turned to Forts, who nodded and gestured for one of the waiters to
open the door. Duke moved over and leant towards Forts' ear. I could just
hear him saying he would prefer it if the door remained closed. Uvarov
answered, "Don't be silly, he is safe here and besides, it will be boring
without the music... all we will have to listen to is Dima droning on." He
gently elbowed Forts in the ribs, laughing. Forts nodded and told Duke to
leave it open.

Now Dima isn't really known for his grinning, but now he looked totally
pissed off. The waiters quickly took our orders, and the sommelier
recommended wines to go with the meal. All the time Uvarov was laughing and
joking loudly, clicking his fingers at the waiters, all sorts of gauche
over the top behaviour. I couldn't really understand it, Forts just
laughed, normally he would have slapped down anyone doing that.

I was seated with my back to the now open door. I heard a little commotion
and the scuffing of chair legs as obviously Duke intercepted someone coming
through the door. There was muffled whispers and then Forts, obviously
aware of what was happening, nodded, "Let him in."

I turned round to see who it was. I couldn't believe it, I stood, knocking
my chair over as I came face to face with Captain James Brandt. Hopefully,
you will all remember James and I have had several flings. These only
stopped when I was with Harding.

"My God! JAMES. What are you doing here?" He grinned and nodded towards
Forts. He was in his army uniform. He smiled and held his arms open to me,
"Hello again, Chris."

I hugged him tightly only vaguely aware of Forts' voice, asking one of the
waiters to set the place next to me for his new guest.

We sat, I was barely able to believe that James was here and sitting next
to me. After all that had been going on, he had actually come to see me. I
had to know how he found out I was here.

"James, I can't believe it, how did you find out I was going to be here?"

He smiled and nodded towards Forts. He took my hand, "Forts contacted
Torcall and said you were going through a hard time and needed a friend and
perhaps I would like to see you again. Of course, the answer was a great
big yes." He squeezed my knee again.

"But... Did you come all this way from Scotland, specially?"

"I would have done, but I am currently based in London, working at the
'Office of the Minister of Defence.' So as soon as I got the message, I
came straight over. But.. it is Forts you have to thank."

I felt my eyes watering as I squeezed James' knee back. I looked over at
Forts. He was watching me, he smiled and mouthed, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, biting my lip, "Yes... Thank you... Thank you."

James handed me his hankie, and I wiped my eyes. "Hey come on, let's enjoy
the meal."

All the feelings I had for him before flooded my body once again. "Where
are you staying? You know tonight."

James winked, "Well, good old Forts has booked me a suite here at the
Savoy. I can show you it later." He winked, "If you want?"

I could only nod. Luckily Forts, seeing the state of me intervened. He
stood. "Gentlemen, a toast. To being surrounded by friends and people who
care and love you."

We all stood and repeated the toast. How I didn't burst into tears, I
really don't know.

*

With the final glass of brandy consumed, the meal came to an end. Forts
again addressed us all, inviting us all to his suite for a
nightcap. Together, we all left the private dining room and headed through
the now empty main restaurant to the atrium and the lifts.

As we walked along, I felt James take hold of my arm and hold me back. "I
hope I am not being too forward, but would you like to come and check out
my suite?" he smiled, his eyes watching me intently. "If it is too soon,
don't worry. I don't want to pressure you into anything you are not ready
for."

I took his hand, "No, I would love to."

He grinned, obviously pleased. "Follow my lead." He whispered.

We all stood by the lifts. When it arrived, and just as we were about to
enter, he stopped, "Oh, I have left my lighter at the table. You all carry
on, we will catch you up." James turned back towards the restaurant.

I grabbed his arm, "Hang on, I will come with you."

I glanced at Forts. He was beaming. Grinning, he winked at me, the large
amount of alcohol we had all consumed now starting to show. The lift doors
closed. James stopped. "Shall we check out my suite, then?"

I squeezed his hand, "Show me the way."

He crossed to the Concierge desk and asked for a bottle of Champagne to be
sent to his suite and two glasses.

Once we were in his suite, James grabbed me and held me tightly. "Are you
okay? Remember, you don't have to do anything if you're not wanting to or
ready."

I didn't answer, I just pulled his head to mine and kissed him. He smiled
and kissed me back. As soon as the Champagne had been delivered, he poured
out two glasses and handed me one. He smiled, "The bedroom is this way." He
picked up the ice bucket and vanished into the bedroom.

I followed and once inside the room, we both put down our glasses and
kissed once more. "Shall we take these off?" He gestured to our clothes.

I nodded and slowly both began to remove our clothing. By the time we were
both naked, we were both also hard. He embraced me again, our cocks duelled
as we kissed. He stroked my face, "I had nearly forgotten how big you
are... Baronet Kingholm." His hand gripped my cock shaft. Another
devastating smile, "Shall we get into bed?"

I smiled, finally feeling everything was just right. "I thought you would
never ask Viscount Tilney."

*

We ground our bodies hard against each other. I had forgotten how fit and
horny he was. His cock was smaller than mine, then most chaps were. I
rolled on top of him, positioning myself between his legs. Almost
instinctively, his thighs lifted, and he wrapped his legs round my waist,
his leg muscles pulling me tightly against him. Again, he kissed me, his
eyes were fixed on my face, only visible to me by the moonlight coming
through the window. His lip trembled, "God Chris, I have missed you. I
never thought I would get the chance to."

I pressed my lips to his, now was not the time for talking. My hands
caressed his fit, young body, a feeling I had all but forgotten. Firm
muscles met my touch. His washboard stomach and rock hard cum gutters,
stimulated me in deep dark places. I kissed him hard. We separated, I moved
to nuzzling down his neck, delicately kissing and tasting his skin. You
will remember James was a little older than me, he was two years older than
Forts at twenty-six. His blond hair was cut in a short back and sides and
those blue eyes... oh, those blue eyes.

I nibbled on his earlobe while I manoeuvred his arms back behind his head,
exposing his armpits. My senses were met with the fresh smell of man
sweat. I inhaled, feeling lightheaded as I buried my face into one of
them. Soft, fine hairs tickled my nose. I breathed in again and then licked
across the soft, taut flesh.

He groaned under me, "Oh, Chris..." His thighs tightening their grip round
me.

His chest is hairless. So likable, I nuzzled down from his pits, the taste
of his body covering my tongue. His nipples rose to meet my tongue, hard
nubs waiting to be sucked. He tensed and whimpered as I flicked over them,
his hands grabbing my head and pushing me hard against them. I nipped them
with my teeth. "Harder, harder!" he gasped as his body squirmed below me.

I moved lower, kissing down the staircase of his abs to his navel. I buried
my tongue in to it, wrapping the first coarse hairs I had found on his body
around its tip. Again, my taste buds were overwhelmed with his taste. I
kissed down his treasure trail, my lips coming to a stop at his hard cut
six-inch cock. My lips were coated in his glistening, sticky precum. He
groaned again as I worked my mouth under his bobbing cockhead and took it
into my mouth.

He moved his legs and rested them up on my shoulders. I felt his hands
stretched down, blindly searching for my throbbing cock. Once one found it,
the other quickly latched on too, corkscrew wanking my hard
nine-inches. "Oh Chris, I have missed you." I felt my balls throb in
response. I had missed him, too.

I continued sucking and wanking his cock, licking down his shaft to his
huge balls. They would have looked better hanging below my cock, they were
really huge. I kissed each of them and finally managed to suck one into my
mouth. Rolling it, caressing it with my tongue while my taste buds exploded
with his taste once more. His hands moved to my head once more, easing me
over to his thighs and those taut cum gutters. I licked downwards, my nose
digging under his balls as I continued to lick and kiss his meat.

I gripped his arse cheeks and rolled his hips back. He uncrossed his feet
from their new position around my neck and placed them firmly on the
mattress, his legs splayed wide apart, on either side of me. His bum rolled
with my movement, exposing his taint and hole to my tongue.

I leant forward, God, he smelt good. I licked from his arsehole across his
taint to his balls, planting kisses on each of them again. He squirmed, and
his cock throbbed once more. Again and again, I kissed and licked at his
hole. His shaft dribbled out copious precum, which coated his cockhead and
shaft.

"Chris, please fuck me." He groaned deeply while riding my tongue with his
hole.

There was nothing more I wanted to do. I shuffled up and reached for a jar
of Vaseline beside the bed. His hand gripped my thick shaft again. He
winked, "Use plenty, I had forgotten about the size of this thing."

"I won't if you don't want me to."

"Of course, I do. Just go steady."

While I eased my coated fingers into his hole, attempting to open him up
and stretch him, he smeared my shaft and cockhead with the thick paste. I
lined up my cock with his hole. His legs wrapped round my waist once
more. I leaned forward, sensing his hole opening up to take my cockhead. He
let out a grunt as the head popped inside him and his sphincter snapped
tightly under the glans. His body tensed, I waited until I felt him relax
before pushing more of my cock into him. Inch by inch, together we worked
its full length inside him. His sphincter surrendered, but remained
gripping my shaft tightly. I took a swig of my Champagne and, holding it in
my mouth, I kissed him, letting it flow into him. He grinned at me, "That
should help."

We both chuckled, and I eased my shaft backwards and then slowly began to
fuck him. He wrapped his arms round my neck and, pulling my head down to
his, forced his tongue into my mouth. We kissed passionately. I wanted
this! I needed it.

I didn't last long that first time. My emotions overtook my ability to
control them, and I flooded his hole with my cum, my brain doing
somersaults in my head. I was free and soaring like a bird.

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