Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2023 10:20:13 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 147c

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My cock erupted, splattering his insides with my thick juice, my balls
wringing themselves out as my orgasm seemed to go on and on.

I collapsed forward onto him, our tongues once more entwined. He unwrapped
his legs and kissed me once more. "I love you."

My lip trembled, "And I love you too... Thank you for..."

Davy stopped me, his finger pressing against my lips. "Just cuddle me,
Cheeta."

"Cheeta? He was a hairy monkey!"

I began tickling him. Davy was hysterical. "Okay, Tarzan, Tarzan... Cuddle
me Tarzan."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 147c –

Part 147c minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Robert Milner - Photographer and artist. First appeared in chapter
113a. Now based in the Garden house at Castle Fraser, which doubles as his
studio.

Gethin Evans – (Mr G/Gethin) RAF Rank Air Marshall – One of Davy and
Forts closest and most trusted friends.

Major General Sir Stewart Menzies – (Major General/Menzies) the head of
the British Secret Service.

**

Albert takes up the story

Along with Edik and me, Davy and Forts were determined to try to forget the
nightmare that was yesterday. Before they had both headed off to bed and
while Forts was speaking again to Darius, Davy and I planned how we could
celebrate Draco's first birthday.

Davy and Forts were up early. Both of them, I noticed, wearing night shirts
that still had creases and most definitely didn't look like they had been
slept in. They both joked as the time clicked on. Forts shook his head,
"How is it that when I want a lie in Draco is up at the crack of dawn and
now on his birthday he has a lie in?"

I got them both a cup of tea and watched as together they placed out the
wrapped presents, then rearranged them, and then rearranged them again. It
was obvious who was most excited about all this.

There was a little tap on the door, that was the signal. Forts and Davy
stood expectantly facing the door. It opened and first through were Radost
and Nadya, closely followed by Andrew and then Edik, holding the hands of
Draco and Aaran as they toddled alongside him. Forts swept up Andrew in his
arms and we all began to sing Happy Birthday. As most of you will realise,
our singing was totally lost on a one-year-old, however not the pile of
presents.

Davy and Forts had brought things for all three of the boys to open, just
like they had for both Andrew's and Arran's birthdays. About fifteen
minutes later, Athol, Archie, Robert Milner, Dima, Robert, Chris, and James
piled into the room, all carrying yet more presents.

Forts and Davy playfully puckered up their lips as Athol hurried past them,
his eyes totally focused on Draco. "Morning, Dad. Yes, we are both fine,"
Forts chuckled.

Having ignored them completely, Athol scooped up Draco into his arms and
gave him a big kiss and a hug. "Happy Birthday, Grandson."

Forts and Davy just laughed as Forts pulled a sad face, "He doesn't love us
anymore."

Archie was laughing too. "I still love you both." He kissed Forts and Davy
and then abandoned them too to go and see Draco as well.

As the birthday boy was hugged and passed around everyone, Davy and Forts
stood holding Arran and Andrew. The two of them looked on, smiling, proud
wasn't the right word.

Davy gave me a nod, and I headed out to get the birthday cake Gregor's
sister had made and iced. Carefully, I lit the single candle and then
returned to the sitting room to another chorus of 'Happy Birthday to
You'. Draco was perched on Archie's knee, his eyes wide as he looked at the
cake. I held it in front of them and the candle was blown out... I think
that was Archie. To a great cheer, I took the cake out to my kitchen to
slice and serve it.

I was kept busy for the next hour, serving cups of tea and slices of the
cake. All this time, Robert Milner, the photographer, was busy taking
photographs. I knew he would be taking some more formal ones later, with
Forts, Davy, Draco, Arran and Andrew all dressed up.

*

The conversation seemed to keep returning to the incident yesterday. Athol
and Archie were horrified to hear the whole story, but obviously pleased
everyone was okay. I noticed that James was standing to the side, not
really getting involved, he really looked uncomfortable. Davy crossed to
him and they had a whispered conversation. Davy stepped back, "Why would
you think that? Forts doesn't blame you, neither of us do!"

Forts looked up at the mention of his name. Chris intercepted him, "Forts,
James is worried he will have to leave Pittodrie."

Now it was Forts' turn to look surprised. "But why?"

Chris swallowed, "He doesn't believe you will want him to stay on as your
equerry... After yesterday."

Forts shook his head. Then in a loud voice said. "Everyone, please, can I
have your attention?" The room fell silent, well nearly, the children
weren't listening. "I just want to make sure you all realise that Davy and
I have total trust in James and that he will be staying on as my equerry,
that's if he wants to?" Forts looked over at James. The poor chap looked
quite overcome. He nodded and mouthed, "I do, thank you."  It got pretty
emotional as both Davy and Forts gave James a hug.

*

The party sort of ended up with the adults all talking and the children and
pups playing. It was kind of comical to see everyone smartly dressed, with
the exception of Forts and Davy, who were still in their nightshirts even
if they obviously hadn't been on for that long and looked freshly ironed.

James approached Forts and Davy with Dima. "Forts, I have just been told by
Tobias that Major General Menzies, the head of the Secret Service, is
flying up to RAF DYCE as we speak... with Gethin. They apparently both hope
to see and speak to you and Davy later."

Forts nodded. "If we must. James, can you take one of the Rolls Royces to
meet them? Show them they are not dealing with some illiterate Russian
Peasant!"

James nodded. "Yes Forts."

Forts paused, "But don't take any shit from them... I'm not going to."

Dima waited and then stepped forward. "Forts, I just wanted to confirm that
Alexandra and the three bridesmaids have been moved as you requested to
Hill Croft House."

Finally, a grin from Forts. "How did that go? No, you had better not tell
me... Thank you Dima." Forts turned and winked at Davy.

Davy grinned, "I almost feel sorry for the footmen you sent with them."

Forts laughed, "Really?"

Davy shook his head, "No, not really. As long as that man eater is away
from you, everyone else can take their chances."

Forts winked, and his nose crinkled up as he leant and gave Davy a kiss.


**

Robert Milner takes up the story

Forts and Davy had been leaping out the way all morning whenever I tried to
take a picture with either of them in it.

"Noooo, not until we are dressed." Became an oft-repeated cry.

I did manage to take one picture of Forts. It was Davy who came up to me
and whispered. "There is a picture I would like."

I glanced round. Forts was standing in front of the large window in just
his nightshirt. The morning sunlight was shining into the room, its rays
turning Forts' nightshirt translucent. Davy giggled, "Go on quickly before
he realises." I took the picture. What an amazing body Forts had. With the
light behind him, he almost looked like a religious martyr, well, if it
hadn't been for his horse dick, dangling balls, and slippers.

"Did you get it?"

I nodded.

"Make sure I get a copy." Davy grinned.

*

I chose the Garden Room for the official birthday pictures. Davy and Forts
both looked resplendent and Imperial, in their white, high-necked tunics,
embroidered in silver bullion thread. Turquoise sashes of the Order of
St. Andrew, dissecting their bemedaled chests. They even had the boys all
wearing similar outfits. Forts and Davy couldn't have looked happier. Draco
sat proudly on Forts' knee, Aaran on Davy's and Andrew standing between
them, and yes Radost and Nadya, laying at their feet.

"Big smile everyone." I blew my duck call, the three boys turned towards
me, just the response I wanted. The pups going crazy yapping wasn't.

Forts and Davy just roared with laughter. I smiled, "Let's try that again."
I didn't let on, but I had managed to snap some really informal pictures of
them both laughing.

I had an idea, "How would you like to take some pictures outside? It's a
beautiful day."

"That could be fun." Davy beamed. Then hesitantly looked round at Darius
and Tobias, their two security guards. Darius nodded, and Tobias headed
outside through the French doors.

"Err," time to push my luck. "How would you both feel about taking off your
shoes and socks, but keeping on the trousers and tunics?"

Forts looked at me as if I had gone crazy. Davy, however, was already
removing his. "Come on, it will be fun, Frodo."

"Frodo?" I glanced at Davy.

Forts shook his head. "Ignore him... Mr Twinkle toes thinks I have big
hairy feet."

I wished I could have caught that look of love they exchanged.

The Garden Room doors were flung open and the five of them walked out on to
the lawn bare footed. Davy and Forts, laughing and joking with their boys
and the pups while just feet away, Darius and Tobias hovered, ever
vigilant.

I snapped away with my small camera.

Forts smiled at me, "How are we doing?"

"Great, absolutely great!" I decided to take my chance, "Forts, Davy, I
have a friend, someone who taught me about photographing the nude male
body. His work is outstanding... Would it be okay for me to invite him to
Pittodrie to show you some of his photographs? I think you would like
them."

Forts nodded, "Yes, why not, arrange for him to come."

I nodded, we weren't outside much longer, and I had managed to take some
lovely natural shots of the family, when the sound of a car coming up the
carriage drive drew Forts and Davy's attention. Darius moved closer to
them. He strained to look at the car, "It looks like it is James back with
the General and Air Marshall, Forts."

Forts turned to me. "Sorry Robert, we had better be getting back
inside. Thank you for coming over. We look forward to seeing the
photographs. Oh, and remember to invite your friend to visit."


**

Gethin takes up the story

The Major General and I were met at RAF DYCE in Aberdeen by James in one of
Fort's and Davys' chauffer driven Rolls Royces. I saw the Generals eyes
look over the very expensive limousine, but he didn't make any
comment. James greeted us both, then quietly he warned me that the
reception I received from Forts and Davy might be a bit frosty. That only
added to my general foreboding about meeting them both again. I had lied to
them both, and I hated myself for it, but orders are orders.

On arrival at Pittodrie House, I thought I had caught a glimpse of them
both in the garden with the boys and pups, but it was just a glimpse and I
don't think they saw me.

There was no meet and greet at the door, instead the General and I were
shown in silence to the meeting room by James, who then left us. My heart
sank, James was obviously right, normally I would have been invited
straight into see them both.

We stood, both wearing our full-dress uniforms, waiting to meet Forts and
Davy. After ten minutes, Menzies glanced at me and then at his watch. He
didn't look pleased. He was a man who wasn't used to be kept waiting. How
different he looked today in his dress uniform than he had in the grey suit
at the meeting in the café near the Savoy. I chuckled inwardly to
myself. Maybe later, if not before, I would get the chance to tell Forts
and Davy that I knew he had been ordered here by Churchill at the King's
request to explain his actions to Forts and Davy. Explaining himself was
not something he was in the habit of doing to anyone.

Finally, the door in front of us opened. General Menzies and I stood to
attention with our backs to the fireplace. Darius and Duke came into the
room first. Without acknowledging us, they took up positions facing us
about ten feet apart. Next through the door was Marcus, Forts', and Davys'
new Chamberlain, a position he had held since Denis had been moved to
Craigievar Castle.

Marcus stood at the door. "Gentlemen, His Imperial Highness The Grand Duke,
Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial. His Imperial
Highness, the Grand Duke, Draco Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood
Imperial. His Grace the Duke of Pittodrie." Marcus stood to the side and a
second later, Forts carrying Draco sitting on his hip and with Davy by his
side, came striding into the room. They stopped and turned, facing us
standing between Darius and Duke. All of them, including Prince Draco, were
in matching white tunics with silver embroidery. Forts and Davy were also
wearing the sashes of the Order of St. Andrew the First Called, and several
glinting order stars. Smart black trousers and black patent leather shoes
completed their outfits. Following the three of them came James in his full
military uniform, then David, another one of their bodyguards. James
avoided eye contact as he moved to stand next to Forts' right. David
stopped and remained just inside the now closed door.

The only person smiling was little Draco, who was reaching for his father's
silver bullion shoulder boards, giggling. I swallowed, as Davy and Forts'
expressions showed no recognition or warmth towards me.

James stepped forward. "Your Imperial Highnesses, Your Grace, "May I
introduce, Major General Sir Stewart Menzies, head of the British Secret
Service and Air Marshall Geth..."

Forts interrupted, coldly stopping him. "We know who he is." I half
expected Davy to say something, remind him I was a friend. He didn't. I had
never known them to be this cold. Forts stared straight at us and cut
straight to the chase. "All I want to hear is why they are here
interrupting our son's first birthday celebrations."

James stepped back and looked at the floor. General Menzies grunted, he
really wasn't used to this kind of reception. "Your err, Highness."

Forts coldly, and with a hint of irritation in his voice, interrupted
again, "My title, General, is Your 'IMPERIAL' Highness, and my partner's,
Your Grace, for the first time, then you can call me Your Majesty!"

I saw James look skywards, nervous embarrassment written all over his
face. General Menzies glanced at me and gathering himself, he turned back
to Forts and Davy. "Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace. Err," Menzies
glanced round at everyone else in the room, his eyes focusing on Forts and
Davy's bodyguards. "Might I be able to speak to you in private?"

Forts was taking no prisoners, he snapped dismissively. "General, we are
here because you asked to see us. We are not having our security detail
leave, not after what happened here yesterday. Something which we
understand you are fully aware of... We trust them all implicitly, they
remain, or Davy and I leave with them. The choice is yours." Forts' voice
had an icy edge to it.

Menzies glanced at me again. I just looked down. I could hardly blame Forts
for his stance, but this was really getting us nowhere. I leant towards the
General. "General, perhaps you could explain that you are here at the order
of the King and Mr Churchill... To apologise." Menzies glared at me, he
wasn't pleased I had told them that.

"Well, General?" Barked Forts.

Menzies grunted again, and his body visibly stiffened. "Your Imperial
Highness, Your Grace. I am here with Air Marshall Evans, to... to apologise
for what happened yesterday."

"WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY! You mean the assassination attempt on our lives?"
Forts was rightly not going to make this easy.

"Err," Menzies made a blustering noise, then continued. "Yes, that
unfortunate incident... I had placed with you Captain Brandt and also
Tobias Heroux, both of whom were tasked with protecting you and keeping you
safe. I can only say how sorry I am that they both failed in that task."

Forts stood incredulously, his face slowly flushed red. He glanced at Davy
and then James, who had stiffened to attention. Forts rounded on Menzies
again, his voice dripping with sarcasm with every word. "General, are you
telling me that you are blaming James and Tobias? ... You are joking,
obviously, aren't you?"

Menzies looked really uncomfortable. I wasn't helping him out of the hole
he had just dug himself into.

Forts handed Draco to Davy. "You, General, as I understand it, even knew
what the trigger, sign, call it what you will, that the attempt would be
made was, and yet you kept that to yourself until afterwards. And now you
have the temerity to blame James and Tobias? How dare you! ... This was
your little intrigue, General!" Forts was now in full flight. "And how
bloody dare you use Davy, Draco, and me as pawns in your little games?
... NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN, UNDERSTAND!" Spittle flew from his mouth,
Forts was shaking. The boy had a temper on him at times, but I had never
seen him as angry as this. "The British Secret Service has used me as a
pawn once before, you may remember? I never thought for a moment you would
do it again."

I heard myself gasp pleadingly, "Forts, please, he is a Major General."

Forts rounded on me. He marched over to me and prodded at my medal ribbon
bar. "Is that the ribbon for the Order of Suvorov?" I nodded. His eyes
focused on my face, it felt as if my burn scar was screaming. I loved and
cared for these guys and now I seemed to have lost their friendship,
everything. "Forts please." I stood as a tear formed in my one good
eye. Oh, fuck protocol, "Forts, Davy, I had no choice but to accept the
award, I was ordered to. You know how much I care for you all... I would
never..."

Menzies grunted and glared at me. I ignored him.

Forts stared at me and then turned away and rejoined Davy and the others,
muttering. "Air Marshall, we will all speak later..." He glared at Menzies
once more, although he sounded calmer, "Now, General, you were saying."

Did Forts just wink at me?

Forts resumed his verbal onslaught on Menzies. "So, you have been ordered
to apologise to His Grace, and myself, is that correct?"

"Your Majesty, I am also here to assure you that there should be no further
attempts on your life, or on those of any members of your family. His
Majesty's Government has received assurance from Stalin himself..."

Forts sneered. "Comrade Stalin's assurances do not assure me in the
slightest."

Menzies visibly swallowed again. "Your Imperial Highness, I would also like
to confirm that no action will be taken against His Grace. As far as His
Majesty's Government is concerned, the incident never took place."

Forts sighed and turned back to Menzies. "Well, that's something. We would
like that in writing, please." Forts took a large breath. "General, your
pitiful excuse for an apology is accepted. I now invite you to leave my
home and never return. I bid you good day, General Menzies."

Forts turned to James, "James."

The audience was over. Menzies and I both gave head bows, mumbling. "Your
Imperial Highnesses, Your Grace."

James gave a signal, and the door behind him was opened by David the
bodyguard. Forts held out his arm to Davy. Davy looked at me, his mouth
moved, but then he thought better of it and didn't say anything. Taking
Forts' arm, the four of them left, followed by Darius and Duke.

In the corridor I heard Davy saying, "James, tell Gethin to come and see us
later. Thank you."

James replied, "Certainly, Davy."

The door closed. Menzies, as I expected he would be, was furious. "How dare
that little runt speak to me like that! And the other one is no more a 'His
Grace', than I am!"

I had heard enough. He was not going to insult my friends. I outranked
Menzies, not by much, but I was the senior officer. "Major General, I
assure you, Forts is not a little runt and Davy is more deserving of being
called, 'His Grace', than any of the Lords of the country. Also, don't
forget, one day, Forts may well be the Tsar of all the Russias. And as for
the way he spoke to you, that was mild compared to how I would have spoken
to you if anything had happened to either of them. Now... take my plane
back to London and never involve Forts, Davy, or Draco in one of your
little schemes again. Oh, and that goes for me too. I hope I make myself
clear. In case I haven't let me repeat His Imperial Highness, 'NEVER AGAIN,
NEVER AGAIN, UNDERSTAND!'"

*

James arranged for the Major General to be driven back to RAF Dyce and from
there he flew back to London.

If I ever saw him again, it would be too soon. James came and saw me a
little later. He showed me to a suite that I could use and informed me Davy
and Forts would see me for a private birthday tea in their apartment later.

I hesitated as James spoke to me. "James, I know it is wrong of me to
ask... But...".

He obviously sensed my discomfort and concern. "Sir, Forts and Davy
received quite a shock... But you are one of their oldest and dearest
friends and always will be." He gave me a little nod, not knowing how much
what he had just said meant to me.

*

At three o'clock there was a knock on my door. It was Marcus. He smiled,
"Air Marshall, if you are ready I will take you down to meet with Davy and
Forts."

I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults as I picked up the present from
Callum and me for Draco.

I followed Marcus to their apartment, past the guard sitting in the
corridor. Marcus knocked. I heard Forts' voice, "Come in."

Marcus indicated for me to wait. He opened the door and went inside,
"Forts, Davy, Air Marshall Gethin Evans is here to see you."

Marcus stepped back out into the corridor. "You may go in now."

I nodded and steeled myself, still not totally sure what reception I would
get. God, please let James be right.

I walked in holding my birthday present for Draco, a large beige teddy bear
in a Cossack uniform based on one that Forts occasionally wore. Davy and
Forts stood in silence as I entered. The three boys and the two pups were
playing around by their feet. I removed my flat cap and stood at the door.

Davy stepped towards me, "Gethin, come in."

I walked towards him. Davy stopped and held open his arms. I felt my lip
trembling. Before I started blubbing, I thrust forward the teddy bear, "A
little something from Callum and me for the birthday boy."

Davy nodded and took the teddy. "He is lovely, thank you. Draco will
absolutely adore him. Forts look, you can borrow this uniform too."

We were joined by a chuckling Forts. He made eye contact with me, then,
smiling, shook his head. "I hope I wasn't too rude to you. Come here and
give us both a hug, or maybe I should say, 'podoydy syuda yi obnimi nas
obiokh', friend of Comrade Stalin."

Confused, I looked at Davy. He gave Forts a playful dig in the ribs.

"Ignore him. He is just showing off as his Russian gets better. He said,
'Come here and give us both a hug."

Forts winked, "Correct, hey Davy, yours is getting better too."

I was just so relieved and cuddled them both. "It will be my pleasure. I am
so sorry... And never call me a friend of Stalin... Do you know he has
terribly bad breath? I have been so worried, I hated lying to you..."

Forts smiled and stopped me. "Don't speak of it ever again. Gethin, Tobias,
told us all about it. We realise you were used like us, too."

I nodded, my lips pursed as I tried to keep it together. Forts examined the
Order of Suvorov medal ribbon on my chest once more. He grinned, "I will
have to award myself one of those. That's one I don't have."

Davy guffawed, "There is no more room on your bloody tunics."

Forts winked and took my arm, "Come and see the birthday boy. He has grown
since you last saw him."

My dear friends were back.


**

Davy takes up the story

Forts and I laughed for most of the afternoon. Gethin had been quickly down
on the floor playing with the boys. This progressed to each of them taking
turns riding on his back while he crawled around on all fours. Off came his
dress tunic and shoes, the boys were having great fun, soon Forts and I
were the same, each of us down on all fours with one of the boys on our
backs as we chased each other about, frequently tumbling over the pups who
were determined not to be left out of the games.

Forts jokingly booed loudly when Edik appeared and said it was time for
their baths and then bedtime. Andrew dissolved into tears, quickly followed
by Draco and Aaran. Forts realised what he had started and quickly voted
for another five minutes of fun, then he would help Edik bathe the
boys. Peace returned, and we all enjoyed another five minutes of madness
before Forts and Edik took the boys through for their baths.

Gethin and I both gave them each a kiss and hug goodnight and then
collapsed next to each other on the couch, exhausted from the afternoons
frolics. Even the pups curled up in their baskets and were soon asleep.

Gethin smiled at me, "Davy, I am so..."

I knew what was coming, "Gethin, no, stop. Forts and I don't blame you, we
both love you." I looked at him, studying his face closely. How he had aged
in only a few years from the injured young pilot I had been introduced to
by Athol in 1939.

Gethin misunderstood my look. His fingers went to his burn scared face. "It
is still horrible, isn't it? It makes me so ugly." He looked down.

I grabbed for his hands, "No, that's not true."

His good eye raised, and he forced a smile. "You always pretended it didn't
bother you."

"Gethin, stop. It never did."

Gethin squeezed my hand. "I always loved you, Davy. If only I had been a
few years younger... I would have given Forts a run for his money and
pursued you for myself."

I smiled and leant forward and gave him a quick peck on his lips. "If Forts
hadn't been around, I would have let you catch me."

Gethin smiled and shook his head, "You both frightened the shit out of me
earlier... I really thought I was lost to you both."

I snuggled up to him on the couch. He wrapped his arm round me, "That will
never happen." I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. He leant over
and kissed the top of my head. We sat in silence for a few minutes. "I
always thought you preferred Forts, everyone else seems to."

Gethin stiffened and sat up, "I never gave you that impression, did I? I
certainly didn't mean to. I mean, don't get me wrong, Forts is a lovely
guy, sexy too, but it was you I really lusted after... You are an amazing
young man." He winked his good eye at me, "And incredibly sexy too," he
paused, "And you still are."

I leant in and kissed him, "And so are you... Older but still incredibly
sexy, too."

There was a laugh from behind me by the door as Forts came bounding back
into the room. "Ah ha, captured you both..." He laughed, "Hey, what was
that line you were going to use about the Countess Formoye? 'Put him down,
you don't know where he has been." Forts roared with laughter.

Gethin grinned and pulled me closer, "Oh, I know just where he has been."
He laughed again, "And you, for that matter."

*

The three of us sat, shoes off and feet up, cuddled up together on the
couch, drinking, laughing and reminiscing until the clock chimed twelve
midnight. Gethin extricated himself from between us. "Well, I had better
let you two lovebirds get off to bed."

Forts glanced at me, I knew what he was thinking. He gave me a wink. "I am
sorry Air Marshall, but you haven't been dismissed, so you are going to
have to stay."

Gethin looked at us both, his head slightly to the side, obviously slightly
confused.

Forts and I leapt up, and each took an arm. Forts winked, "The bedroom is
this way."

Laughing and with Gethin only mildly resisting, Forts and I dragged him
through to our bedroom. Forts was his usual playful self. "Now I suppose
you didn't bring any PJ's?"

Gethin shook his head.

Forts flashed one of his smiles, "Oh dear, that means we all have to be
bare-arsed. Davy, help me get these clothes off of him."

Forts and I began pulling at Gethin's shirt buttons. He threw up his hands,
"Hang on, hang on. If I am staying, I would like to strip you both off
first, just like I did all those years ago."

He turned to me. I actually felt myself blushing. I have always been shy of
my body, especially when compared to Forts, the muscled, hairy, hunk.  "I
will start with you Davy, if I may?"

I nodded, feeling very self-conscious. Forts moved behind me, "Mind if I
help?"

Gethin winked with his good eye. "Excellent idea, let us both show this
gorgeous guy how special he is to both of us."

Things seemed to have gotten really serious, very quick. I sobered up
really fast as Gethin undid the buttons of my shirt and eased it back into
Forts' fingers, exposing my chest and now erect nipples.

"Just how I remember you." Gethin smiled.

His hands caressed down my chest, giving my nipples a little tweak, then
continued down over my abs to my treasure trail. His fingers pulled at the
blond hairs. He smiled, "These are new." He undid my belt and the waist
button of my trousers, they dropped to my feet. "You are so sexy." He
mumbled. I could feel Forts nibbling my neck, smothering it in
kisses. Gethin dropped to his knees and run his hands down my legs. He
lifted each of my feet in turn as he removed my trousers completely. Then a
finger hooked in to the top of my socks and each was removed leaving me
barefoot in just my underwear.

He sat back and looked up at me, smiling. "Forts, can I continue?"

Forts moaned into my neck, "Of course you can. Let's show him just how
special he is and how much he means to us both."

I was already hard. I could feel my cock throbbing in my shorts. Suddenly I
was back in his room at the Castle, just after we had first met. Gethin's
hands caressed over the front of my shorts and on to my bare flesh, he
mumbled again, "You are so beautiful..." He looked into my eyes, "Is it
okay?" I nodded. His fingers curled into the waistband of my shorts and he
began to slide them down. He moved his face closer and kissed my skin as it
was slowly exposed. He paused and buried his nose into my pubes and he
breathed in deeply. "Forts come round here!"

Forts moved round, he was already naked. He knelt down beside Gethin, the
two of them stared up at me, their eyes full of adoration. I began to feel
uncomfortable, "What is it?"

It was Forts who spoke, "Do you have any idea how much we both love you?" I
felt my bottom lip tremble and my eyes began to water.

I felt my shorts slide down, my hard cock sprung out and wetly slapped
against my stomach. The splat somewhat spoiling the moment and breaking the
spell. Forts grinned, "That's our Davy!"

I felt Gethin's mouth engulf my cockhead. His tongue caressed over the
glans as he moaned, re-tasting my precum. Forts removed Gethin's shirt and
then undid his trousers while Gethin's tongue continued to work on my steel
hard shaft.

I felt myself lifted and placed on the bed. Forts climbed on and moved up
by my head, he kissed me over and over, moaning how much he loved me, his
tongue pushing deep into my willing mouth. The mattress sagged as Gethin
moved between my legs, easing them apart. I glanced down at him,
remembering that dusting of light-coloured hair he had on his chest and,
yes, that amazingly hard cut nine-inch cock. It's head swayed, glistening
in the light as his cock lips oozed out a steady stream of precum. He
glanced down, following my eyes and chuckled, he tensed, as he forced
another pearl of precum to bubble out. It stretched into a teardrop and
then longer into a pendulum. He wiggled his hips. The pendulum swayed from
side to side. Forts laughed, his head was alongside mine. Together we
watched the pendulum stretch and then snap, the pearl's perfect shape
vanishing as it hit my thigh.

Forts reached down and took hold of my hard cock and held it before Gethin
like a prize. I felt Forts nod and Gethin leant forward once more, his
mouth engulfed my hard cock. Forts shuffled down and reached for Gethin's
swaying monster. He placed the head in his mouth and shuffled so that his
own cock was pushing against my lips, willingly I opened my mouth, tasting
his love on my tongue.

The three of us shuffled round, taking each other's cocks in our mouths in
turn. It didn't seem to matter that mine was the smallest cock there, or
the only one that wasn't circumcised, each was sucked and licked with
gusto. With Forts on one side of me and Gethin on the other, both of them
caressing me. Gethin smiled, "Can I make love to him Forts?"

Forts smiled, "If Davy says yes. Of course, you can."

Gethin looked at me. "Davy?"

I nodded and kissed Forts on the lips. "Are you sure?"

Forts nodded, smiling, and kissed me back, his tongue pushing through my
lips and hard into my mouth.

I felt Gethin move my legs, lift my feet up past his shoulders. His cock
slid against my closed thighs as he shuffled forward. Forts moved, "Oh, use
this?"

I saw him pass Gethin an opened bottle of Corn Huskers Lotion. Gethin
poured some on to his hand and began working his fingers into me. First one
and then two and finally three. Forts remained kissing me and caressing my
body. His hard cock rubbed against my side. I reached down for it,
recognising the shape and feel of my old friend. I felt warm inside as I
stroked it.

I let out a little gasp as Gethin positioned his cock at my hole and eased
the large head inside me. I tugged on Forts' shaft. I wanted to suck him
again, but he was too busy watching Gethin feed his cock into me. Finally,
between moans, I whispered, "Forts, I want to suck you while he fucks me."

Forts winked and grinned. He shuffled up onto his knees by my face and fed
his fat cockhead into my mouth. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations of
Gethin's thick shaft buried in my arse and Forts, my Forts' cock buried in
my mouth.

Slowly, with his arms wrapped round my legs, pulling them hard against his
chest, Gethin increased the power and speed of his thrusts. I opened my
eyes, Forts and Gethin were now snogging above me, while each of their
cocks ploughed into me. It seemed so right, so perfect. They swapped back
and forth several times, taking times to stroke and suck my cock as they
did.

Did we all cum? What do you think?


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