Date: Sat, 13 May 2023 11:03:32 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 143e

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Once in the changing room, I couldn't help but watch as he undressed. He
seemed to know and was slowly peeling off his clothes. I watched his
trousers being undone. The fly gaped open as his undershorts bulged
obscenely. I was fixated. I watched him ease his trousers down over the
bulge. I licked my lips. Fuck, his cock was huge and obviously hard. It
twitched under the material; shit. I glanced up at his face, his eyes were
fixed on me; captured, he seemed to smirk and then wink. I looked away, but
couldn't stop my eyes from returning to his bulge. His fingers sat on the
waist of his undershorts, he seemed to hesitate and then slowly eased them
down. I gasped as his hard cock burst free and slapped noisily against his
stomach. He gripped the shaft as I watched, mesmerised by the beast before
me. He gave it a couple of wanks towards the large cut bellend. Then let it
go, "Are you ready?"

I stammered, "Just a minute."

He was now standing watching me, his hands on his hips, his hard
nine-inch-thick cock, swayed cobra like, watching me too. I couldn't help
looking at it. My own little cock throbbed in my boxers as I eased them
down.

He looked at me like I was prey, then smiled. "Let's start off in the steam room."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 143e –

Part 143e minor characters making an appearance:

Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th
Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'.

Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge graduate,
specialising in Russian language and culture.

Itzka Brodskoy – (Itzka/Brodskoy) Owner of the Nabokov steam Bath House
in Aberdeen.


**

Forts takes up the story

God, I needed this. I floated on my back, staring up at the peeling vaulted
ceiling of the swimming pool. The only other sound was the water sloshing
into the sluices and the echo of disembodied voices of a few of Itzka's
close friends, relaxing round the pool to keep me company. Dima and Darius
were leaving me alone to my thoughts. My last peek over revealed them to be
sitting together and obviously having a deep conversation. Sergey had
remained in the steam room with three of the bath's young employees, each
of them with amazing hands, as my relaxing muscles could testify.

Dima had wanted Sergey to come with us to the pool, but he had refused with
a wink and a lick of his lips at the three boys. I couldn't worry about
that right now. I know Vlad is very concerned about how Sergey is
behaving. If anything, Sergey was worse now with his dalliances than he had
been before, and poor Alexandra, his wife to be, suspected nothing.

There was a loud splash, and a wave swamped over my face. I buckled in the
middle, vanishing under the surface. Moments later I burst to the surface,
spluttering.

Then shouting echoed, followed by another loud splash and suddenly I was
facing Darius. He was between me, and through my water-logged eyes, it
looked like Gerald, Itzka's friend. Darius had his arms out stretched,
protecting me. "Are you okay Forts?"

Coughing and clearing the snot from my face, I nodded, not really sure what
was going on. Dima came splashing over to us. Barking at Darius, "Get him
away." He seemed to be pointing at Gerald.

Poor Gerald staggered back in shock, he looked as startled as me. Darius
began screaming at him to move back. Poor Gerald thrust his hands up in the
air, looking at me, "I'm sorry. It was a genuine mistake. I thought you
were my friend Harry. I couldn't see you clearly without my glasses!"

He was obviously genuine and he looked absolutely terrified. His eyes
darted from Darius, to Dima, and then me.

"Darius everything is okay. It was a mistake."

Gerald apologised again as both Darius and Dima stood separating
us. "Sorry, I couldn't see your face. Harry, my old friend floats on his
back just like that, I always water bomb him. I am so sorry. I didn't mean
to cause any trouble. I should wear my glasses... But they steam up in
here."

I had to smile and have a chuckle. Thank goodness we were all naked,
otherwise Darius could well have shot him. A voice called over from the
side of the pool, "Is everything okay? Shall I get Mr Brodskoy?" It was one
of the staff boys.

"No, everything is okay. Just a misunderstanding. We are okay."

Dima turned to me. "Forts, I think we should be going. Let's go and round
everyone up."

Sadly, I had to agree. I made sure Darius helped the shaken Gerald to the
stairs, and then I took his hand and wished him well. I wrapped my towel
round my waist and we walked back towards the steam room to pick up Sergey
and Duke.

Darius walked quietly with me. "Forts, I am sorry. That bloke had been
sitting quietly minding his own business, but seemed to be watching you
intently."

I laughed, "Probably just couldn't see me clearly..."

Darius nodded, "I realise that now... But at the time... He all of a sudden
leapt up and bombed in to the pool right next to you... All I saw."

I stopped him. "Darius, I am never going to criticise you for doing your
job. Thank you for acting so promptly."

Darius smiled and gave me a friendly nod, "That's what you and Davy pay me
the big bucks for."

*

I pushed open the door into the steam room and stopped dead in my
tracks. Darius pushed round me, "DUKE!"

Dima's head appeared next to mine. Sergey was kneeling on one of the marble
Schmeissing benches. Duke was behind him, his cock obviously buried deep
inside Sergey's arse. Itzka was standing in front of Sergey's face, his
cock buried down Sergey's throat and the three young members of staff were
near his head, their hands frantically wanking their young cocks.

It must have been the shouted word, "Duke!" Because one of the youngsters
began to cum, spraying his forceful load over Sergey's face. This seemed to
set off everyone else. A cascade of unstoppable orgasms began culminating
with Duke, hammering his cock home as he emptied his balls into Sergey's
ass and Sergey's own cock, spraying his load onto the marble bench.

Darius turned to me, "Forts. I'm sorr..."

I shook my head and just burst out laughing. Sergey turned towards me,
streaks of thick white cum dripping down his face. Before I could stop him,
Dima launched into a tirade of insults in Russian, aimed at both Sergey and
Itzka.

"Chto, chert vozmi, vy dumaete, chto vy oba delaete?" (Just what the fuck
do you think you are both doing?)

I took Dima's arm and shook my head, "I think we can all see just what they
were doing, my friend. Leave it. Gentlemen, when you are ready, we will be
leaving."

Duke slowly pulled his dick from Sergey's arse. His eyes fixed on mine. Why
did it always feel like he was challenging me?

I couldn't believe it, my eyes dropped to the mass bobbing just by his
waist. Fuck, he was hung like a horse; it looked even bigger than mine. We
made eye contact again. He smirked, then gave his dick a final squeeze and
shake, flicking a blob of cum from the huge bellend onto Sergey's arse
cheeks. "Do I have time for a shower, Forts?"

Darius stepped forward. I stopped him and addressed Duke. "Duke, I would
insist on it!"

He smiled and spoke to one of the boys, "Lead the way."

Sergey clambered off of the marble slab, Itzka helped him down. Dima moved
over to them both. He grabbed Sergey's arm, his fingers trying to avoid the
streaks of cum covering his body. "Graaf Uvarov, vy pozor!" (Count Uvarov,
you are a disgrace!)

"Dima, I said leave it... Itzka, I need to speak to you before we
leave. Maybe you should have a shower too. You had better take Count Uvarov
with you before Dima kills him."

Itzka nodded and looked visibly embarrassed as he mouthed, "Sorry Forts."

I shook my head, "Don't say sorry, I am just disappointed I arrived a few
minutes late!"

"Forts!" It was Dima, his voice laden with disapproval.

"Dima, I am joking... It's called humour."

Dima gave me one of his looks, "I am sure it is. Prince." He winked.

*

After a quick shower, everyone was soon dressed and back in the bar
area. Dima and I went with Itzka to his office. I explained to him all
about Operation Keelhaul and Dima gave him the forms to sign to start the
process of applying for British Citizenship.

Itzka still looked embarrassed. "Forts, I am really sorry about..."

"Itzka, it doesn't matter... Seeing that horse's cock on Duke, I bet you're
just glad he hadn't fucked you."

Itzka glanced at Dima and then back at me, "He did."

I roared with laughter, "I thought you were walking a bit gingerly."

He blushed again.


**

Itzka Brodskoy picks up the story

Having waved Forts off, I returned inside to my office. Without thinking, I
slumped down in my chair, then leapt about a foot into the air as my arse
reminded me it had been impaled on a tree trunk. I had to chuckle. Christ
that Duke was not only hung like a horse, he fucked ass mercilessly with it
too.

How had it happened? Well, let me tell you. I had followed Duke into the
steam room, just catching the door of the sauna close behind Sergey and the
three boys. I was about to go after them and tell the boys to get back to
work, but Duke stopped me. His huge muscled hand grabbed the top of my arm,
and he hissed, "You're going nowhere, get in here." Meekly I complied.

The steam room was empty. Copious amounts of the frothy soap used in
Schmeissing covered the three marble slabs and floor around them. Before I
could think, a firm hand was pushing me to my knees in front of this blond
god. His fat bellend dragged down my body to my face, leaving me with a
glistening snail trail down my body, then a thick band across my face,
bumping across my nose and pressing against my mouth. I could instantly
smell him. I licked my lips, tasting his sticky, gooey precum.

"You want it, don't you?" He sneered.

I nodded. What was happening to me? He pushed my head back. I couldn't take
my eyes off of his thick cockhead. "Beg for it!"

I opened my mouth and tried to lick the wide, oozing cock lips. His grip on
my hair tightened as he prevented me. "What did I say? Beg for it. Ask me
nicely."

I glanced up, my eyes pleading. I had never begged for a cock. Normally it
was me demanding the guy beg for it. Now it was me. I swallowed, "Please,
sir. Let me suck it."

"Again!" He moved the beautiful bellend closer. I could smell him again,
the heavenly manly smell coming from his dick and groin. He obviously
clippered his pubic hair, not too short, I imagined, just to keep it a bit
tidier, but what remained was laden with his man scent.

"Please, sir, let me worship it."

"That's better. Kiss and suck my balls first. Then you can suck it."

I nodded as he took the head of his dick between his fingers and raised it
up to his stomach, fully exposing his heavy, dangling balls. Fascinated, I
stared at the two large bull balls swinging in their sac. I wet my lips in
anticipation and leant my head forward. The smell intensified, flooding my
senses. My saliva swamped my mouth as I puckered to kiss his right
bollock. The deep wrinkles of his scrotum skin danced over the tip of my
tongue and rippled across my lips. I inhaled, my mind sliding into an
unearthly pleasure, as I felt the firm warm egg touch me. I wanted it in my
mouth, no, I needed it in my mouth. Christ, what the fuck was happening to
me?

My lips delicately sucked, or was it nibbled his egg into my mouth? I
bathed the meaty nugget in my saliva. My mind floating as the sweat from
his skin diffused on my tongue. Who needed poppers when you had this
natural man extract blowing your mind. I sucked on the orb, my lips feeling
the delicate structure inside his body connecting it to him. He let out a
groan. I smiled to myself, maybe, just maybe, I was in charge now and not
him.

Letting the first orb pull from my mouth, I watched it hover, bulging. It
seemed to want to return to my warm mouth. I kissed it again, chuckling,
"Wait a minute and you can have another go." I kissed its twin as it rose
in his sac expectantly and opened my mouth. I heard another groan from
above me accompanied by the fingers entwined in my hair, tightening their
grip.

I was lost in lust, a stupid satisfied grin on my face. I paused and opened
my mouth wider. I eased the other ball inside my mouth alongside its
twin. Another groan from above and my face was forced hard into his scrotum
and pubes, the hard two-inch-thick root of his cock pressed against the
bridge of my nose as he ground his hips around my face.

"Now suck it!"

My head was pulled back, and I watched his other hand grip the base of his
cock and bring it down to my mouth. "Open!" he barked at me. Who was I to
disobey?

My tongue exploded as it was coated with the thick salty, sweet goo from
his glans. His hands slipped to my ears and gripped them as he pushed more
and more of his thick, meaty shaft ever deeper into my mouth. I gagged and
tried to pull back. His grip intensified, "Relax, you know you want this."
He was right. I forced myself to relax, forcing my breathing to slow
down. He thrust forward again and his bellend blocked the back of my
throat. "Don't forget your tongue! Swallow." I felt a sharp slap to my
cheek, "I said, fucking swallow!"

I inhaled and swallowed, amazed to feel his bellend pop into my
throat. "Well done, that's it." I felt a warmth deep inside me hearing his
words. Why was this happening to me? Why did I want to please him? He long
dicked my mouth and throat, grinding his balls against my chin and my nose
repeatedly into his pubes. My lips were throbbing and tingling against the
base of his thick shaft. I couldn't believe I had taken the whole thing
down my throat.

Gripping my head tightly, he leant down, "Right, shuffle backwards."

I went to pull off his dick, earning myself another sharp slap. "No, keep
it in your mouth." His bellend pressed against the back of my mouth
again. I began to shuffle on my knees backwards. I swallowed and his pushed
his bellend into my throat again. A hand slipped from my head to my
throat. I felt it grip, another chuckle from above me, "Yes, that's right,
I can feel my cock in your throat. You like that, don't you?" I nodded.

The floor got wetter, and I glanced down. I was now kneeling in the soapy
suds. The sole of my foot hit the marble bench. I manoeuvred myself until I
felt my back hard up against the marble slab. He chuckled above me and
eased his cock back out of my throat. "I hope you are ready for this?" He
sneered and then thrust forward. I had nowhere to go. His bellend brushed
over my tongue, past my teeth and then pushed into my throat again. He
buried all of it and paused, my head began spinning as once again I became
intoxicated by his manly scent. Something flicked in my mind, and my brain
switched back on. I desperately needed to breathe. I tried to move, but his
hands held me firm. I felt the panic rising within me. He obviously sensed
it. "Relax, you can take it." His words washed over me and had an immediate
calming effect on me. I stopped struggling. As he continued to fuck my
mouth, I began to feel I was floating, a darkness began to close round my
eyes. All I could feel was his cockhead repeatedly punching in and out of
my throat.

Then I could breathe freely. I felt another hard slap on my cheek. "Up on
the slab." It took me a moment to realise where I was. Duke was standing
square on to me, his fat cock bobbing up and down just inches from me. "On
your knees." He waggled his dick at me, "You want this in your arse too
don't you?"

I was nodding and then pushed my face down to the marble slab, offering him
my arse. His hand gripped my hips and pulled my cheeks apart. I had been
fucked before, but never by a cock as big as he was packing. He hacked up
some phlegm, and I felt it land on my hole as he spat. A thick finger
smeared it around my pucker and then began pushing into me. I wanted to say
gently, but knew he would just laugh. Fuck, it hurt. He spat again and
pushed his finger into the second knuckle. He sawed it in and out of me, my
arse lips tightly gripping and dragging on his finger as he thrust in and
out. Another spit, "Ready for a second finger?"

Bizarrely, I nodded. I wanted him inside me, somewhere deep inside, I just
had to have his cock in me. I groaned as he pushed in his second digit. His
fingers scissored open-and-closed inside of me, forcing my sphincter to
yield. A third finger joined the two others, he didn't ask this time. I
felt myself grind back on to them. He chuckled. "I knew you wanted this!"
He was right. I did. More spit and his fingers flared inside me, then
pulled out. "Right, I think you're ready." I felt totally empty, what was
this power this 'Duke' was exercising over me?

I glanced round to the side and watched as a stream of spit fell from his
mouth on to the huge bellend of his cock. He wanked the shaft, amalgamating
his spit with his precum. He smeared this mixture all over his bellend and
then down his shaft. His huge hand gripped my arse's cheeks once more, and
I felt them spread wide. His cockhead eased against my pucker. It felt
huge, way too big to get inside me. The pressure increased and still my
sphincter resisted. I heard a low growl and then a sharp sting on my arse
cheek. As I momentarily relaxed, he thrust forward. I screamed out. My head
thrust up as I arched my neck backwards, my fingers and toes desperately
curling, sliding in the soapy foam in a desperate attempt to get a grip,
anything to take away the pain tearing through me.

"Relax, it is all in now." It sounded almost loving. A broad hand stroked
up my spine, "Easy now, easy." With my sphincter still screaming for
release in my head, I wondered if it was the same guy who was now buried
deep in my arse, talking to me. Feeling was gradually returning to my
neither regions. Yes, I could feel his pubes against my arse cheeks, his
balls lightly swinging against me.

Now with my head up, I glanced back. His face was very close to mine as he
leant over me. His lips brushed against mine, then a kiss. "Are you okay
now?" I nodded. Another kiss and he nuzzled into my neck, his tongue licked
across my skin over my ear. I had done that to bottoms myself, I always
thought I could taste their fear and longing; maybe that was what he was
thinking too.

I felt him move. He stood up and his broad, firm hands eased me back toward
the edge of the slab. Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew his cock, stopping
only when he felt my pucker gripping around his large glans ridge. He
pushed forward. My arse lips again gripping the thick shaft. Purposely, he
ground over my prostate. My head exploded, sending a deep throb to my
neglected balls. The pleasure never seemed to end as he angled his dick
ensuring the whole shaft rubbed over me. I buried my face into the soapy
suds and moaned, grinding myself backwards, enjoying every second.

Almost religiously, his cock possessed my arse. I wanted more! I wanted it
harder! Deeper! Goon-like I looked back, "Please, sir, fuck me harder."

He grinned and winked, then eased back. The next thrust of his hips took my
breath away as his balls slapped against me. Again, and again, and again,
he slammed his dick home. My prostate felt it was going to explode. My cock
was dripping a steady stream of cock snot onto the marble. My dick wasn't
hard, it hung limp, swinging in time with his slapping balls.

His grip tightened on my hips. His breathing was becoming faster, he was
panting, each thrust into me, accompanied by a guttural grunt. I raised my
head as the intense feelings from my prostate swamped my brain. Slap, slap,
slap, his balls hit my arse faster and faster, his fingers digging into my
fleshy cheeks.

He gave an enormous thrust forward and gripped me tight, grunting. His cock
swelled, stretching my already over worked sphincter to snapping point.

"Oh, fuck yes."

His cock exploded deep inside me, flooding me with his Alpha cum. Spasm
after spasm, rope after rope of thick man jizz coated my insides. He held
me tight until the final shudder, then stepped back, hauling his fat
deflating slug from my battered, yes literally, battered, cum covered hole.

He slapped my arse, chuckling, "Fuck, that was good!" Another chuckle. I
turned to face him. He winked, "So, you are usually a top then?" I
nodded. "Well, don't worry, you will get yours soon, I will get Uvarov in
here."

*

"Drink? Mr Brodskoy." I must have looked startled, "I did, knock sir."

I was dragged from my daydream. I looked up and smiled. Before me was Euan,
one of the young male employees. "Yes, please... Maybe you would like to
join me?"

Euan blushed, "That would be very kind, sir. I would love to."


**

Forts takes up the story

It was a strange journey home. The atmosphere in the back of the Rolls
echoing what appeared to be taking place in the front. Dima was sitting
next to me on the rear bench seat. Sergey was perched on one of the rear
facing jump seats, with Dima glaring at him. Up front, it appeared very few
words were being exchanged between Darius and Duke, both just staring
stoically ahead.

I was pleased when the car finally stopped outside the main entrance to
Pittodrie. Darius leapt out and opened the door. As he did, Alexandra came
running out of the front of the house towards the car. Sergey grinned and
hopped out first, embracing her tightly. Dima's face flushed red, and he
hissed, "I am surprised even our dim cousin can't smell all that cum on
him."

I patted his leg, "Dima, please, not in front of Alexandra."

Dima was out of the car next. Alexandra broke away from Sergey's embrace
and gave a little curtsey and kissed Dima on both cheeks. She did the same
to me as I joined them all.

"Forts, Dima." She turned back to a grinning Sergey, "I hope he behaved
himself and didn't embarrass you. Thank you for both looking after him."

I nodded, "He was no trouble at all."

Forcing a smile, I surreptitiously jabbed Dima in the side as he mumbled,
"We hardly saw him."

Alexandra turned back to Dima, "Sorry, Prince?"

I chuckled and grinned, "Princess, Dima was just saying he was no trouble
at all."

Sergey said nothing, but gave me one of those inscrutable Russian looks.

Alexandra nodded and smiled, then re-joined Sergey, together with their
arms tightly wrapped round each other's waists, they disappeared inside the
house giggling.

"Forts, we need to talk!" Dima took hold of my arm. I glanced at Darius, he
nodded and closed the vehicle's door. A quick word to Duke and the vehicle
headed off towards the garages.

I took Dima's arm. "Let's go for a ride. I haven't taken Pegasus out since
I got back and Chris won't mind you taking out Hunter."

Dima nodded, "I will go and get changed."

I nodded, "I had better too."

With my shadow just feet behind me, we entered into the house and went to
get changed.

I entered our apartment. Darius sat down just inside the door. Marcus' door
opened. "Forts, you are back. Can you ring Chris in London? He has tried to
get you a couple of times now. The number is on that piece of paper by the
phone."

I nodded. "Marcus, can you get my riding gear ready, please?" He nodded. As
I picked up the phone, he vanished through towards the bedroom.

I dialled the number. It seemed to take an age to click through. Finally, I
could hear it ringing. "The Baronet Kingholm's suite. The butler speaking."
There was a giggle in the background, I would recognise that giggle
anywhere, it was Chris.

I had to smile, "Hello Viscount Tilney... Is the Baronet there? It is
Imperial Highness the Grand Duke, Drageon, blah, blah, blah here."

"Oh, hello Forts, sorry, I wasn't expecting you to phone so soon, sorry."

"That's okay," my voice dropped, I have no idea why? After all, I was using
the phone. "James, how are things?"

Although I couldn't see it, I was sure James had just shielded the
mouthpiece with his hand. "Not brilliant Forts, If I am honest. I have only
just got Chris laughing. He has been pretty upset. We went to meet that
Chief Inspector this morning. He took us to the morgue. It is Colin's
body. Chris formally identified him."

I felt my stomach flip. I had been hoping that it had all been a terrible
mistake. "Thank you for going with him, James. It has saved his parents a
long journey and yet more heartache. Did you manage to contact the
undertakers?"

"Yes, we did... Forts. Chris want's to speak to you."

I heard the phone changing hands. Then silence. "Chris? Is that you?"

Then a sob, "Forts, it is Colin..." His voice was breaking up, "He looked
so small... so alone..." he began to really sob.

I heard the phone drop. "Chris? CHRIS!"

"Forts, it's me, James. I am sorry, Chris is in a bit of a mess, he has
been blaming himself for being away. The Chief Inspector told him that
Colin's father had said Colin had been trying to speak to either you or
Chris, before he left."

I exhaled as I tried to remain in control of myself. "It's okay. You had
better go to him. Give him a hug from all of us... It won't make him feel
any better, but we have all been wishing we had been here for Colin to
speak to."

"None of you can blame yourselves for that. It's just this bloody war!"

"So Davy has been telling me..." I sighed, "James, leave the rest of the
arrangements to Robert and the undertakers. And thank you again for being
there for Chris... James, do you think I should come down?"

"Forts, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, and no, there is no point in
you coming down again." James hesitated, "Forts, Chris wants to travel back
with the coffin to Scotland, would it be okay if I came too?"

I hadn't really thought that far forward. "Yes James, of course. You know
you are always welcome... Okay, I had better be going. Remember to give
Chris a hug from me. Bye James, and thank you again."

I replaced the receiver and headed into the bedroom to change into my
riding gear.

*

With Darius several feet behind us on Thunder, Dima and I cantered across
the moor towards the top of the hill. At the summit, we all
dismounted. Darius stayed with the horses while Dima and I walked to look
down across the valley. "Go on then, brother. Get it off your chest!"

Dima sighed, "You know who I am going to speak about, don't you?"

I chuckled and smiled at him, "Well, it's either Duke or Sergey. Looking at
your face, I think it is Sergey."

Dima glanced to the ground, "Forts, what are we going to do? He is supposed
to be in love with Alexandra and getting married. Is there anyone here he
hasn't had sex with yet?"

I sat down on the grass and patted the ground for Dima to join me. "Well,
apart from you, Davy, Robert, Darius, Vlad, Tobias... and me."

Dima dropped down next to me. "Forts, you know what I mean!"

"Dima, what do you want me to do? Tell Alexandra? It would break her
heart."

Dima nodded and pulled at a tuft of grass. I took his arm. "At least he is
discreet about it."

"Discreet? How can you say that? Everyone knows!"

"Dima, we are only seeing it because he is part of us. He is not in the
papers, there is no scandal."

Dima nodded. "I suppose you are right. If it wasn't happening in front of
me, I would know nothing about it." He lay back, staring up at the sky.

I turned to face him and leant over him, and gave him a kiss on the lips,
he smiled back at me. I flashed him one of mine in return, "Besides, I am
sure Davy and I have slept with way more people than Sergey. And you have a
pretty full dance card too, don't you?" I kissed him again.

His eyes fixed on mine, He smiled. "In my defence, I was very good until I
came here."

We both lay back and began laughing. "Okay then, Forts, what about Duke?
What are you going to do about him?" He stopped laughing.

I lay waiting for the right moment. I sensed Dima turn towards me, waiting
for my answer... "Well, he does have a nice big dick... I wouldn't mind..."

Dima jumped on me, "Forts!" We began wrestling, simultaneously laughing our
head off.

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'NightCam Fun'                      – Gay/Encounters
'Exploring my brother'              – Gay/Incest
'Josh's Adventures series'          - Gay/Adult Youth
'An Army life for me'               - Gay/Adult Youth/Military
'Grandmas Bedroom'                  – Bisexual/Incest
'Dominic Online'                    – Gay/Adult Youth
'Vampyre'                           – Gay/Adult Youth
'Operation Pied Piper'              – Gay/Adult Youth
'Scream if you want to go faster'   - Bisexual/Adult Youth
'Red and Nick'                      – Bisexual/Military
'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest
'A Brother Used'                    - Gay/Incest
'A very English Trailer Park'       - Gay/Adult Youth
'Special lube Oil'                  - Gay/Adult Youth