Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2023 21:49:12 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142d IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* Davy got off the bed. "WELL, IT'S NOT HAPPENING... We need to speak to Mishcon." "Davy, I was told no one was to know..." Davy shrugged, "Really?" We will see about that. He picked up the room phone, "Dima, can you get hold of Mishcon? Get him to come here first thing tomorrow morning for a meeting, you, Robert, and Samara, too. No, I can't tell you what it is about yet... Yes, no, don't cancel the boys' day out. Forts and I will still make it. Alright, thank you, Dima." Davy turned back to me. "Right, I want a cuddle... A great big cuddle." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 142d – Part 142d minor characters making an appearance: Albert – Forts Valet Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Mishcon - Forts and Davy's Solicitor William – Orphan Davy saved during an Air Raid. Now lives in the orphanage set up by Theodora and Forts. ** Davy continues the story Forts drifted off to fitful sleep in my arms a short time later. This news had really shaken him and what he could do about it, even more so. I waited until he was fully asleep and snoring gently before I extracted myself from his grasp and headed to find Tobias. Hopefully, he would be able to advise us what we could do. After all, he used to work for the British Secret Service. I found him with Duke and Darius in the room that had been set aside for them while they were on duty just inside the entrance to the apartment. They all stood as I entered, all looking a tadge guilty, they had obviously been talking about us. Darius spoke first, "Davy, how is Forts?" I shrugged my shoulders, "How would you expect him to be?" Darius cocked his head and looked round at the others. It suddenly dawned on me, Forts hadn't told anyone about the meeting. "Sorry, Darius. Thankfully, he is sleeping at the moment. Tobias, would it be okay if I had a word with you in private?" Darius looked at me questioningly, maybe he thought I was undermining his position as head of the security detail. I smiled at him as Tobias stood, "Darius, this is nothing to do with security. I will only borrow him for a minute or two." Darius seemed to accept what I was saying and looked a lot happier. He nodded as Tobias followed me out of the room and into the apartment's sitting room. I invited him to sit down which we both did. "Well, Davy, how can I help you?" "Tobias, I need some advice. Now, this is going to sound way more mysterious than it is. But I trust you totally. That being said, I need your assurance that you won't speak about what I am going to tell you to anyone else." Tobias sat forward, his eyes focused on mine. "Davy, you know, I am devoted to you and Forts, Draco and all of your family. As long as you are not going to tell me you have murdered someone, you have my guarantee I will advise you to the best of my ability and not speak of what you tell me to a living soul unless instructed to do so by yourselves." I nodded, I knew deep down he meant it. I took a deep breath, "Thank you. Tobias, this just sounds so crazy. Forts was told by a very high up government minister, the highest in fact, that when the war ends, all Russian citizens are to be returned to Russia, voluntarily, or forcibly if they refuse. It has apparently been agreed by all the leaders of the Allied Powers. He was told his only option is to apply for British Citizenship for himself and Draco." Tobias' eyes narrowed, "What about Dima and all the others?" "That's what I really wanted to ask you about. Forts was ordered not to tell anyone about what is going to happen. It was suggested that he somehow get as many Russians as he can to apply for British citizenship too. But none of them can know the reason why." "Or?" I could see Tobias mind working. "Well, apparently the Prime Minister will deny all knowledge and claim he knows nothing about it... Apparently it is to be called Operation Keelhaul." Tobias' brow creased. "Keelhaul! Is that some kind of sick joke? Wasn't that what they used to do to wayward sailors? Drag them under the ship's hull on ropes so the barnacles and fouling tore at their bodies?" I nodded. "Davy, who named the operation, Keelhaul?" I sighed, "Apparently the Soviets." "Davy, Forts has to apply for British Citizenship. Reading between the lines, the Soviets intend to kill any opposition as soon as they are returned." I felt my lip tremble, "That's what Forts is concerned about. How can he accept the offer of protection for Draco and himself without warning the others? It is tearing him apart." Tobias stood. "So that is what this has all been about. Davy, I have to nip out. I will be back as soon as I can. Stay with Forts and don't do or say anything else until I get back, okay?" "Where are you going?" Tobias smiled. "I would prefer not to say. Please, just trust me." I nodded. Tobias gave me a hug and headed out of the room. I sat for a few more minutes and then returned to the bedroom and snuggled up to a still sleeping Forts. * Forts slept fitfully, me hardly at all. Thank God there were no air raid warnings during the night. I lay watching the day outside get brighter after sunrise, my head all over the place. How could this be allowed to happen? I must have still been staring into space, when I felt Forts' hand stoke me. He smiled at me, "Morning, sexy... I am so pleased you are here." I turned and smiled at him. "So am I... Forts. I have called a meeting for this morning and asked Dima to get Mishcon to attend." "Davy! no, I am not allowed to speak about it." "Forts, you are not going to, I am." "But." "Forts, we need to find a solution to this, there has to be one that keeps you and Draco safe and all the rest of our friends." ** Robert takes up the story We still all had no idea what the meeting Davy had organised was to be about. Mishcon arrived as directed, no wiser than the rest of us present. Vlad, Dima, Samara, and I all sat in silence. Davy and Forts were waiting outside for someone. Finally, we heard voices. It sounded like Tobias speaking. "Forts, I have it on good authority, everyone who applies for a British passport will get one. But they want that to happen soon. It can't happen when the war has finished or it will look suspicious and could lead to trouble between the allies." "But I am not allowed to tell people the real reason!" Forts sounded desperate. In the room, we all glanced at each other. What the fuck was going on? We heard Davy, going, "Forts, wait, listen to what Tobias has to say." "Forts my friend. No one seriously expects you to not tell those you trust about this. But the government will deny all knowledge of the plan if asked." "So, I can warn Dima, Vlad, Samara and Sergey?" Tobias seemed to hesitate, "Obviously Dima, Vlad, and Samara, maybe don't tell Sergey everything, but I am sure he will follow your lead." Dima and Samara both shrugged their shoulders. Still none the wiser. "Shall we all go in, then?" It was Davy. We all stood as Forts, Davy, and Tobias came into the room. Forts and Davy moved to the free side of the table and sat down. Forts sighed, "Thank you all for coming at such short notice. I want you all to listen carefully to what I am going to tell you, and then we can discuss it." We all sat open-mouthed as Forts told us all about Operation Keelhaul and what it would mean for all our families and friends. "So, there it is. I was advised to take up British Citizenship so that the British Government would be able to protect me. What can I say? I have to advise you all to do the same." Vlad took hold of his cross and bowed his head forward in silent prayer. I glanced at Dima. He was deathly pale, his lips moving, but making no sound. I squeezed his knee. He looked round at me, then back at Forts. "But how Forts. We are all proud Russians. If we give up our birth right, we will never be able to return to the Motherland." Tobias moved slightly forward, "Prince Chikenoff, Dima, my friend. As things are in Russia now, you wouldn't want to go back and they wouldn't want you there either. What Forts has suggested is the only way that you can be protected. But, you must do it now. It cannot look to our erstwhile Russian Allies that this is some kind of last-minute plan to avoid being sent back." Dima sighed, "Forts, I hear what you are saying, but surely there is something else we can do? I know many families who won't become British citizens, not after they abandoned the Tzar and his family." Although he nodded, I could see Forts was getting weary of Dima's line. "Dima, don't you think I told the King just that?" Forts shook his head, "I am lucky not to be in the Tower, the way I spoke to him. Dima, he warned me, he knew I would warn everyone else. Please. Your family is well respected, if you were to do it, many would follow you." Dima sat back, obviously not convinced. Vlad was still praying quietly. Mishcon gave a little cough. Forts gave him a smile, "Go on, my friend." "Forts, the hardship fund, why not make it a condition that anyone applying is a British Citizen or at least holds dual citizenship?" Forts sat forward, "Can we do that?" Mishcon nodded, "The terms and conditions for applications are whatever you say they are." Dima sat up, "Forts, you can't do that!" Count Samara rose from his seat quietly. "Prince Dima, Forts, has put his neck on the line, telling us as it is. This is not his doing, remember? Dima, we Russians are a pragmatic race. We have always done what has to be done. What label we wear can never alter what we hold in our heart." Samara reached over and touch Dima's chest. "We know our motherland will always be here in our hearts." Dima nodded slowly, but still didn't look totally convinced. Forts reached over and took Count Samara's hand, "Thank you, my friend, and you are right. We will all do what needs to be done. Mishcon, please, change the conditions for a gift from the hardship fund. All applicants must have at least dual, Russian and British Citizenship." Dima shook his head, "I am still not sure about this, Forts." Tobias' jumped up, his fist hit the table, making us all jump. "Prince Dima! You have no choice, unless you want blood on your hands. You must support this and lead it with Forts. Any hesitance or ambiguity on either of your parts, not could, but WILL cost lives, I guarantee it!" His fist hit the table again loudly as he spat out the word, "it." He glanced at Forts, suddenly concerned he had overstepped his position. He shook his head and sat down. Tobias' outburst had brought the whole discussion into sharp focus. Finally, Vlad looked up and spoke, "My friends, as I see it this decision had nothing to do with abandoning 'Mother Russia' and everything to do with saving lives." Tobias and Forts nodded. The room was silent for several minutes. All eyes were on Dima, he swallowed and nodded. "Forts, you have my full support. I will apply for dual citizenship with you and encourage everyone else too as well." He shrugged his shoulders, "After all, I suppose Britain is our new home now." Forts looked visibly relieved. He stood and hugged Dima tightly. "Thank you, my friend, thank you. This is the right thing to do." As he sat, Forts turned to Tobias and nodded, mouthing, "Thank you." The meeting continued for a while longer, moving on to other subjects. It was good to see Forts' mood lightening. The discussion soon moved to the upcoming trip to the zoo. Forts was determined it was to be a day to remember for all the boys. With a glance at his watch Forts stood, we all did. Forts came over to Dima and hugged him again. "I promise it will be okay, my friend. Now, are you sure you don't want to come to the zoo?" Dima laughed, shaking his head. Vlad joined them, "Forts, I am going to offer you my apologies too. I have to go and see the Bishop." ** Will takes up the story I was so pleased for Jeremy. Olly and Harding were giving him his last check over, ready for him to be discharged later. I was hoping I would be allowed to leave today as well so we could remain together. Olly and Harding certainly gave him a thorough workout. I heard Harding asking Jeremy if he had decided where he wanted to recuperate. Jeremy smiled over at me and replied, "Pittodrie, if that is okay with Forts and Davy?" Harding nodded, "Before he left, Forts said that would be fine." Jeremy gave me a thumb up sign. I sat up in the bed, smiling as Harding and Olly crossed over to my bed. I couldn't stop myself, "Can I get out today too?" Olly winked, "Let us check your chest... But from what I hear from Mark, I can't see any problems. As long as Professor Harding is okay with that decision, too." Was I sensing a slight friction between the two of them? "You are the burn specialist, if you think he is okay to be released, I am fine with that." Yeap, definitely some tension there. The good news was I was going to be allowed to go home and to stay at Pittodrie with Jeremy while he recuperated. * To say I got a shock when Colin walked in with Denis would be an understatement. Apparently, Forts had asked Denis to pick us up from the hospital if we were released while he was away. Jeremy had just popped out to go to the toilet. Colin came in, "Hi Will, you are looking well. Sorry I didn't get to see you sooner." He gave me a hug. I nodded, "I hear you saved me." He blushed and looked away. "Whose bed is that?" "Oh, that's Jeremy's. He has just popped out to the toilet." "Him!" Colin spat. "Hey, he has changed. It was the pills he was taking that made him act like he did." "And what, you have forgiven him?" "Forgiven him for what?" Jeremy walked back into the room with Denis at that very moment. Denis had obviously heard Colin. He hissed at him, "Shut up, Colin." I looked at Denis and then at Colin, "What? What's going on?" ** Duke takes up the story We all boarded the bus and headed over to the Boys' Home. Forts came down to where I was sitting. "Duke, I never got a chance to speak to you again yesterday... You know, at the Boys Home. I wanted to say thank you. I needed someone to remind me how lucky I am... So don't worry about talking to your boss like that." I winked, "I wasn't. You needed a kick up the arse. Forts, if you want to be surrounded by yes men, you will find I am not one of them." Forts smiled, "Good. I need that sometimes." He stood and smiled, "Right, I am off to organise the singing." I looked round as he headed back down the bus. He was an amazing young man. I was only just really getting to know him. But he was everything Tobias had said and so much more. For that matter so was Davy. * "I swear to God, if he sings one more verse of the 'Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round', I am going to kill him." Darius guffawed, "Yesterday you were mad at him for being miserable. You definitely can't say that at the moment. And, at least it isn't that bloody Busy Bee song..." Darius began to do a rather good impression of Arthur Askey, fluttering his hands like little wings, "Buzz, buzz, buzz... busy bee..." I pressed my hands over my ears, "Noooo, not the Busy Bee song." I looked at Darius, with pleading eyes, "Are we there yet? Please say we are." My heart sank as laughing he shook his head. "Probably another twenty minutes. Buzz, buzz, buzz." Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. "The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, the wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish, all around the town." Darius winked, raised his fingers like little windscreen wipers and went to open his mouth. I held up my finger, "Darius, don't you dare join in." "Don't be such a misery. The kids are loving it. Look, he has them eating out of the palm of his hand. He is such an amazing boy, he really is." I glanced round. Forts was standing, hands outstretched, leading the song's movements and simultaneously conducting the singing. The boys were captivated by his antics and enthusiasm and were all singing away, some more tunefully than others. Davy was sitting with the little gymnast William on his lap, both of them singing their hearts out and laughing their heads off. Albert was near the rear of the bus facing Forts and Davy, matching all of Forts' movements. It had been a nice touch after the last couple of days for Forts and Davy to invite him along for a chilled day off. He was loving it, too. A great cheer accompanied the end of each verse. Forts laughed and started up again. "The driver on the bus goes, move on back, move on back... The driver on the bus..." I stood, "It's no good, I am going to shoot him!" Darius was now in fits of laughter. I called down, "Forts... Do you know any other songs?" He was beaming. He gave me a big thumbs up. He thought for a moment, before launching into, "One hundred green bottles, standing on the wall..." Tobias chuckled, "You asked for that." He began to hum the tune in time to the singing voices. I groaned and sat down, beaten. We had been on the bus for nearly an hour now on the way to the zoo. Dima, Robert, Samara and Sergey had all wisely, as it turned out in my opinion, opted to stay at the hotel preparing for the visit to see Dima's mother and the Dowager Grand Duchess. Only Chris and James Brandt wanted to come with us. There was another great cheer as the bus came to a halt outside the sign for 'London Zoo.' Albert hurried down the aisle of the bus to Forts and Davy before all the boys could leap up. Forts spoke again, explaining what was going to happen and reminding them all to behave. He turned and winked at Davy and Albert, before hoisting William on to his shoulders and leading the 'war cry' as he dashed for the now open door. Off the bus, we were approached by a man in a rather impressive dark blue uniform. I nudged Tobias, this chap had more gold braid on his flat cap than Forts usually had. He walked up and introduced himself to Davy as the 'Head Keeper'. "Welcome, Your Imperial Highness." He gave a respectful bow. How Davy stopped himself laughing, I don't know. He swallowed and shook his head, then nodded towards Forts. Forts was grinning, with William still perched on his shoulders. The head keeper crossed to Forts. "Err, sorry. Welcome, Your Imperial Highness to London Zoo. My name is Ian Brown, I am the head keeper." Forts nodded, "Very pleased to meet you." Forts nodded upwards, "This is William." Brown had no idea what was going on, he nodded, "Hello, William." William chuckled, "Hello, Mr Brown." Forts turned to Davy, "I think you just met his Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie. But allow me to introduce, The Viscount Tilney and Baronet Kingholm." "Gentlemen, an honour." Brown recovered himself. "I have arranged for you to be accompanied on your visit by Walter, one of the keepers." He waved over a young chap. He came over and whipped off his flat cap, holding it to his chest. "Your Imperial Highness." Forts smiled, "Call me Forts, everyone does, and this is William." Forts gestured upwards with his head again. Walter beamed, "Hello William." The little boy's face lit up. Mr Brown turned back to Forts. "I will leave you in Walter's capable hands. Can I thank you, Your Imperial Highness, for your generous donation to the zoo as well?" Forts nodded. "It's our pleasure." "We also offer an 'adopt an animal' scheme. Maybe some of the boys would be interested in that." Forts nodded, "I am sure they all will be. Thank you, Mr Brown." * Between Forts, Davy, Albert, Chris, and James, the boys were soon organised and split into smaller groups. Of course, Darius, Tobias, and myself were only there to look after Forts and Davy's security, and see the monkeys, of course. As soon as Mr Brown had vanished, Walter came to life. It appeared Forts and he were going to be today's double act. Walter slapped his flat cap back on his head, back to front and, to the great hilarity of the boys, led us all in through the gates. Forts put William down and the boy immediately took Davy's hand, they remained that way most of the day. * We ate our pack lunches out in the open. I couldn't help thinking one of the older boys was watching me, practically constantly. Every time I looked round, he quickly looked away. I moved, spreading my legs slightly. I felt his eyes on me again. I looked round and yes, he hurriedly looked away again, blushing. Hmmm, I wonder. I saw the sign that said 'Conveniences'. I picked myself up, making a real meal of adjusting my cock, and headed towards it. Again, I could feel him watching my every move. I followed the signs until I saw the one marked 'Gentlemen'. I smiled to myself, hearing the faint footsteps behind me. I was being followed. I pushed open the old door. It creaked loudly, and I found myself in a dimly lit white tiled room. The room was empty. The smell of urine and bleach hit my nose, these places always smelt the same. Along one wall were four cubicles, their doors all hanging open. Opposite them was a long porcelain urinal, stretching from the floor up four feet to just below a long, narrow frosted glass window, which ran the length of the room. On the far wall were four wash-hand basins, one with an obligatory dripping tap. I decided on the urinals and purposefully stood right in the middle. I loosened my belt and then undid the waist button of my trousers and all the fly buttons. I dragged out my trouser snake. It felt thick and heavy in my hand. I laughed to myself, trouser snake? It was more like that anaconda we had just seen in the reptile house. I hefted out my hairy balls and gave them a tug, so they hung free rather than being sweaty stuck to the base of my cock. The door behind me creaked open, and I heard footsteps coming closer behind me. I looked across, there he was two feet away. His bright young eyes were steely, staring straight ahead as he fished out his cock. I made an exaggerated movement with my hand. His head twitched as he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced round and down. His mouth opened wide, and he stopped momentarily, unable to drag his eyes from my now swelling, thick cock. "Remind you of anything?" I asked, hauling him out of his trance. I gave my cock another squeeze and ran my hand down towards the large head, making it swell even more. The boy's eyes flashed to mine and then away. He began to fumble to do up his fly. "Don't you want to see how big it can get?" I teased. He was bright red, "I'm, I'm, not like that..." I pouted, "Are you sure? I am." He still hadn't made a run for the door, so I knew I had him. "Come closer, give it a stroke... It won't bite." The boy glanced at the door, now biting his lip. I could see his own cock was now tenting out the front of his trousers. Hesitantly, he moved a little closer, his hand stretching out towards my now fully hard cock. I felt his fingers grip it just below my bellend. I let out an appreciative groan. "Fuck it's huge." He mumbled, as his fingers squeezed the shaft. "How big is it?" I tensed my stomach muscles, making it twitch, "Only eight inches." "The head is huge." The boy mumbled as he stared at it in awe. "Yours will get as big when you are older. How old are you?" "I am sixteen, sir, just last week." I turned towards the cubicles, his hand still stroking my now leaking bellend. "Come on over here. You can show me yours." The boy glanced towards the door once more, then silently followed me into the cubicle. I put down the toilet seat and sat down. "Lock the door and turn and drop your trousers." He swallowed and slowly undid his belt and then his trousers. I was getting impatient. I reached for the waistband and pulled his trousers and tented white underpants to his knees. His cock a beautifully uncut five inches bounced up in front of my mouth. I glanced up into his eyes as I took hold of his iron hard cock. I slid back the foreskin, revealing his cockhead. He gasped as his foreskin rolled back and sat under his glans. A pearl of precum bubbled out of his cocklips. I smiled, "Has anyone ever done this for you before?" His eyes went wide as I extended my tongue to his glans. I flicked upwards, coating the tip of my tongue with his clear boy honey. He gasped and tried to pull away, but I held him firm with my tight grip on his cock. I moved forward and took first his cockhead and then his whole shaft into my mouth, swallowing it down until my lips felt his light dusting of pubes touching them. I slipped my hand between his legs and cupped his young eggs. His journey to manhood was well under way. His balls hung free from his body in their as yet still hairless sack, contrasting with the coarser hair now forming on his thighs. I continued working his shaft and bellend, enjoying his groans and gasps as I did. As his balls began to pull tighter to his cock root, I pulled my mouth off of him. His hips thrust forward, trying to keep his cock in contact with my warm, wet mouth. "Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong? I'm so close." I stood, "It's my turn now." His eyes went wide, "I, I, I don't think I can... You're too big... I've never done anything like this before." I manoeuvred round him and sat him on the toilet seat as I undid my belt and pushed down my trousers and underpants to my knees. My fat cockhead smeared over his face and hooked under his nose. He tried to pull away, "It's too big. I can't." I took hold of his chin, "Just give it a kiss on the lips. You know you want to." I was pretty sure that was what he wanted. In spite of his feeble protestations, his eyes hadn't left my tangerine sized bellend. "Go on, just a little kiss." Yes! His head moved forward, and his mouth opened. His lips parted and slipped over my glistening bellend. I felt his tongue lick over the glans, then another harder lick. Then his mouth opened and my bellend vanished between his sexy lips. They closed tightly under my glans. I stroked his hair, "That's it, worship that big cock." His hands gingerly reached forwards and slowly worked their way up from my knees, kneading my muscles, toying with my leg hair, until they reached my hairy, heavy hanging balls. This boy was giving himself a biology lesson on the adult male. I smiled to myself and leant my head back as I pushed my hips forward, enjoying his tongue's caresses. I had done just the same thing myself with one of my schoolmasters when I was probably just his age. I think all boys have a fascination as to how they are going to develop as they cross that bridge into manhood. I pulsed my cockhead again, feeding him more of my man precum. As expected, his tongue quickly licked it all up. I soon had him kissing and licking my hairy balls, the kid was ravenous for my meat. I felt my balls tighten. I think he guessed what was about to happen. He tried to pull away. I held his head firm. "Just swallow it down," I cooed as my balls erupted. I tilted his head upwards, his eyes bulged and his nose flared as the first spurt hit the back of his throat. "Swallow it." I encouraged him. Barely had his throat drained away a mouthful as my cockhead filled his mouth again. Seven strong jets poured into his teenage mouth before I pulled my cock free and sprayed his face with the three remaining spurts. Thick ropes of man cum stretched from his hair, down his forehead, on down across his nose and on to his cheek. He sat with his eyes tightly shut, as I finished, he opened them again and smiled up at me. I gathered up my man juice from his face on my finger and fed it all in to his mouth, leaving just a small streak in his jet-black hair. He smacked his lips, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a broad grin. He went to get up. I placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him sitting, "Hang on, you haven't finished yet." He looked confused. I winked and brought my cockhead to his lips, "Open up." He did as I asked. I gripped the base of my cock and worked my hand up the full eight softening inches, pushing out the last dregs of my cum on to his outstretched tongue. I patted his cheek with my cock, "There, you had it all now." He smiled and nodded, "Thank you, sir." "Call me Duke. Now it's your turn." Excitedly, he swapped places with me once more and thrust his softened cock towards me. Taking hold of his cock, I eased back his foreskin once more and kissed his acorn shaped bellend, then took it into my mouth burying my nose once more in his patch of dark pubes. I breathed in his beautiful teenage aroma. God, I missed this more than anything else from Eton. His cock quickly hardened to its full five inches. I gripped his almond sized balls and, stretching wide, managed to stuff all his teen meat into my warm mouth. He groaned and his knees twitched as the waves of pleasure washed over him. His hand moved to my head, he gasped, "Slower, I am going to cum." Now that was just what I wanted. I continued working his bellend, shaft and balls with my tongue. His legs spasmed, and he thrust forward. Splat after splat of the sweetest boy cream splashed across my tongue. I allowed it to flood my mouth savouring the sweet tasty offering, rolling it over and over with my tongue until forced to swallow by yet more pumping into my mouth. Finally, he seemed to crumble, pushing hard against my head. I made sure I drained out every last drop. He began to struggle as over sensitivity tortured his cockhead. I let him pull his now soft three inches from my mouth. We exchanged smiles. "Come on, we had better be getting back." I let him leave first before returning to join the others myself. My boy was talking to Forts when I got back. Forts reached and wiped something from his hair. I watched a flash of recognition on Forts' face. Then he took his fingers to his nose. A questioning look, then he glanced over at me as he put two and two together. I gave him a wink and licked my lips. Forts beamed and mouthed, "You lucky bastard." * It was really turning into a beautiful, fun day, with benefits. The boys were loving it, so were we adults if I am honest. With Walter with us, we were getting to see areas usually only accessible to the keepers. I saw Walter and Forts having a little confab, Forts was nodding enthusiastically and jumped up, picking up William and the three of them headed off. We didn't have long to wait to see what was about to happen. All heads turned at the first high pitch trumpet. Then round the corner came Walter and another keeper, leading 'Jumbo' the zoo's tame elephant. High on its back sat Forts, positioned just behind Jumbo's large flapping ears, mahout style. Behind him sat William on a large Howdah, all of them, including Jumbo waving small Union Jack flags. So, after lunch, the boys all got their first ride on an elephant. It was hard to believe the great beast could carry ten boys at a time on the Howdah. While each group was taken off for a tour round the zoo, the other group filled in their animal adoption forms. Each boy seemed to be picking the larger animals and consequentially more expensive to adopt ones. I overheard Walter warning Forts about what was happening and the cost. Forts put his arm round Walter, "Walter, it doesn't matter. Davy and I will pay for them. Anyway, look at the boys' faces, they are all so happy. I wish I had been able to adopt an animal when I was their age." Walter could only nod. Forts was right, the boys all looked overjoyed. * It was a quieter bus on the way back to the 'Boys' Home'. The boys all seemed exhausted. Before we had left, Walter, Davy and Forts had piled the boys up with their animal adoption certificates and a myriad of other zoo paraphernalia. The boys looked genuinely sad as we all boarded the bus to leave back to the hotel. Davy promised that they would be back before they left for Scotland again. 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