Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2023 13:45:15 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 150a 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 once again to my editor, Jim. ******* Fort's arms wrapped round me and pulled me closer to him. Our tongues began to duel in our now passionately joined mouths. "Daddy, daddy, Uncle Forts, Davy!" The boys had arrived. Forts and I smiled, and I pecked him on the lips again. "Maybe later." Forts nodded, mouthing, "Bloody kids... Now what am I going to do with this?" He gestured with his head at the front of his bulging trousers. I reached and gave it a stroke as I got up. "Later, tiger." ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 150a – Part 150a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Cailin – (Cailin)_ 18yrs old. One of the King's stable boys at Balmoral. Fergus Toussaint – Earl of Wick – Serving British Army Officer. 28yrs. Edik Vassiiliov (Edik) – Prince Edik Vassiiliov. Nephew of Helix. Was a trainee Priest. Manny for Draco, Arran and Andrew - mid-twenties. Named Prince in Ch 150a. William Thomas – (Mr Thomas, William) Davy's Dad – Forty years old, civil servant. Brenda Thomas – (Mum/Brenda) Davys and Andrews Mum, Thirty years old - House Mum (nee Davidson) Count Samara – (Count/Stepan) 60ish Advisor to Forts and purchaser of Russian art. Russian émigré escaped the slaughter of the Bolsheviks. Knew Fort's parents and the Tsar. ** Forts takes up the story Bloody kids and Davy surreptitiously groping me wasn't helping. He grinned at me as I picked up Draco with one arm, and adjusted my hard cock with the other, desperately trying to make myself more comfortable and my hardon less obvious in my uniform trousers. Both of us, in fact the boys too, were now in their little miniature copies of our white tunics with the silver embroidery, with dark navy trousers and black shoes. This wasn't going to be the most comfortable of journeys, luckily it wasn't too long. The word from Balmoral was that we were going to be meeting the King and Queen immediately on our arrival. Then, after an evening meal with us, they would be returning to London to attend a Privy Council meeting. We were, however, all invited to stay the night and have some leisure time at the Castle and in its grounds. The journey would take around an hour and a half. Davy decided that we would have the boys with us in our vehicle, along with Edik. We would be in the Rolls Royce Phantom III Cabriolet; roof up, with Duke driving and Darius riding shotgun. The others were split between the other two Rolls Royce Wraiths, with Tobias and David driving them. Albert and the luggage would be in the Austin 8, driven by Andrei. Father Vladimir and Marcus waved us off, with Radost and Nadya at their feet. Before we left, I saw Vlad comforting Edik. The boy was obviously struggling with his decision to leave the priesthood. Vlad appeared to be telling him everything would be okay, and that he understood his decision. * The journey itself was pretty uneventful, the boys quickly nodding off, Draco on my lap, Arran on Edik's and Andrew on his brother Davy's. Soon Davy and I had both nodded off, too. Duke had flipped on the intercom only once to point out we were about to pass Craigievar Castle and to ask jokingly if we wanted to call in and see Denis. "Maybe on the way back." Davy had dreamily answered him. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. We came to a stop at the Police checkpoint and after a quick check who we all were, we were waved through. We crossed the old bridge and drove along the carriageway through the trees and up to the main entrance of the Castle. The car came to a halt and Darius got out of the front as we heard the door locks release. Darius opened the door and the boys all excitedly bundled out, Edik following quickly behind them, desperately trying to keep them together. Next out was Davy. He let out an excited cry and stuck his head back into the vehicle as I hovered to get out. "Forts, Forts, look who it is." Then he vanished. I got out to see Davy, his arms round an RAF Officer, hugging him. "Stuart, Stuart, it is so great to see you again. But what are you doing here?" It was Stuart Burgess, now Squadron Leader Burgess, by the look of his insignia. "I am the King's new equerry." He turned to greet me, "Forts, sorry, Your Imperial Highness. Welcome to Balmoral Castle." The boys began pulling at his uniform trousers, Stuart burst into a great big smile at the three boys in their matching white tunics. "Hello boys." James appeared at my side with dad, Archie, Dima, Robert, Alexandra, and Chris. James introduced everyone to Stuart, who greeted them all warmly. I have seldom seen Davy as pleased to see someone. He chuckled, "Those eyes do it to me every time, Stuart, even with Darius permanently with us now." Stuart turned to a bemused Darius and grinned, "Snap. Davy was always fascinated by my heterochromia." Darius laughed, "Is that why he is always looking at me? And there was me thinking it was because of my good looks." We all had a chuckle. It was so good to see our old friend again. I looked round as I heard horses' hooves on the gravel, an immaculately dressed young groom, by the look of him, gave a head bow in our direction from on top of the horse. I had no idea who he was. I glanced at Stuart, who had that smile of love all over his face. Smiling, he gestured with his head for the chap to move along. But that was definitely a look I recognised between two very intimate and close friends. "And who was that?" I winked at Stuart. Stuart winked and tapped the side of his nose. He wasn't going to be answering my question. "Well, as everything around here is run like clockwork, I had better get you all inside, their Majesties will be waiting. If you could all follow me." Davy picked up Draco and handed him to me. I sat him up on my hip, Davy was leading Andrew who insisted on walking and Edik carried Aaran. We followed Stuart along the dimly lit corridors. I heard Archie joking behind me with Dima, "You weren't kidding about all the tartan, were you? It's everywhere." Stuart and Davy were chatting ten to the dozen, about everything that had been going on since we had last seen him. We arrived at the large wooden double doors, I remembered them from my last visit here. Stuart gave a gentle tap on the door and vanished inside the room. Within moments he was back, "Please all follow me and I will announce you." The doors swung open. "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." Smiling, I chuckled to myself, thinking I bet the King wished we had shorter titles and names. I could see him facing us, he was in full military dress uniform, and standing just in front of the garden French windows overlooking the castle's extensive lawns. "His Highness, Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, His Highness, Prince Edik Vassiiliov, Her Highness the Princess Alexandra Maloshia, The Laird MacDonald, The Viscount Tilney, the Baronet Kingholm." I was beginning to think he had forgotten to announce Davy when he when he said, "Mr David Thomas." My head shot to face Davy. He shook his head, mouthing, "It doesn't matter," the smile that had been plastered to my face since we arrived had vanished in an instant. With steam coming out of my ears, it didn't register with me as he continued, "Mr Archibald Campbell, Mr Robert Meisner, Master Andrew Thomas, Master Aaran Morris." With a gesture of my head, I summoned James to my side, hissing, "What the fuck is going on? How dare he insult Davy! WE ARE LEAVING. I don't care who he is, no one insults Davy and definitely not in front of me!" James looked uncertain about what to do. "Forts, you can't leave. He is the King. Please." He gulped and glanced at Squadron Leader Burgess, who seemed to be mouthing "Wait." I gestured for Dima to come forward and handed Draco to him. James was beside himself, "Forts, please, just wait a minute..." He suddenly snapped to attention, "Your Imperial Highness, the King." I turned back, King George VI, was standing two feet away from me, his hand outstretched. "Drageon, welcome, it is so nice to see you again and your family." I shook his hand, my face still showing how pissed off I was. "Your Majesty." He turned to Davy. "Davy, welcome." Davy bowed, he was being far more civil than me, "Your Majesty." The King gave me a wry smile. What was that about? "We seem to have upset you. Let me make it up to you. All of you, please follow me." The King turned away. I stood firm. James hesitated, uncertain how to proceed, he had been on the sharp receiving end of my tongue before. Stuart gave my arm a nudge, my body pushed back against it. He leant to my ear, "Follow his Majesty, please, Forts." It's lucky Davy is more level-headed than me, he took hold of my arm and gave me a shove forward, whispering, "It doesn't matter, follow him." I hissed back, "Well, it does to me... James, what's going on?" He shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, "Forts, I honestly don't know." I rounded on him. "You never do!" James bowed his head and took a step back. Was it out of respect or embarrassment? At that precise moment, I didn't care. The King had reached another set of double doors. They opened in front of him, revealing what looked like a larger room beyond. It seemed to contain yet more people. Davy shoved me forward. Davy and I came to an abrupt halt as we reached the open doors. The room was full of people with chairs laid out facing forward, and there in the third row behind two empty rows which had been left at the very front were Davy's parents. His mum smiled and waved discreetly. How had they gotten here? Next to them were Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy, and next to her, Dima's mother, Her Highness the Princess Anastasia Chikenoff, then Count Samara. Further along were Gethin and Callum. Both of them in their full RAF dress uniforms. Why were they all here? Next to them sat Sir Anthony Eden, the Foreign Secretary, then a number of people I didn't know or recognise. What was going on? Caught totally unaware of what was going on, I forced myself to smile. I glanced over, nodding in greeting to Davy's parents and the Grand Duchess Truorwskoy, Dima's mother and Gethin and Callum. Just then, a door at the back of the room opened, in came Darius, Duke, Tobias, Andrei, David, and Albert, slipping into the room. They lined up at the back of the chairs. What was going on? * Squadron Leader Burgess smiled, and led us all to the vacant gilt wooden chairs at the front, which were arranged approximately fifteen feet from the front of the low dais, where the King now stood with the Queen in a beautiful gown and sparkling tiara. Each of the chairs was marked with a white name card, with our names beautifully hand written in a gothic script. Once again Davy's said Mr David Thomas. I sat, my face unable to hide how annoyed I was. Having made sure we were all comfortably seated, Squadron Leader Burgess moved to stand by the King. What was going on? The king stepped forward. I watched as Stuart moved to a low table and picked up a large flat embossed red leather box and then re-took his position next to the King. At a nod from the King, Stuart spoke out clearly. "Mr David Thomas, please approach the dais." I glared up at him, how bloody dare he, Davy, my Davy, was the Duke of Pittodrie and here he was being addressed as plain old Mr Thomas! Davy stood and began walking towards the King. James, who was seated on my other side, touched my arm, whispering. "Forts, stay calm, please." I strained to hear what the King was saying, as Davy and he exchanged a few words. Maybe it was because I was so bloody angry. Then, Davy resplendent in his white tunic with silver embroidery matching my own, his turquoise sash and sparkling diamond award stars, nodded to the King and knelt down on the dais facing him. I glanced at James, who was now smiling, having finally cottoned on to what was happening. I turned back, as Stuart handed the King a ceremonial sword, he took it and with a few more words touched it to each of Davy's shoulders. I looked at James, "Listen," he whispered. Stuart was smiling now, too, he winked at me and announced in a loud clear voice, "Arise, David, Duke of Pittodrie and be recognised." I think I was in shock. I looked at James, my mouth I am sure hanging open. He was grinning, "Forts, the King has issued 'letters patent.' He has made Davy a British Hereditary Peer. He is in the eyes of English law, His Grace, The Duke of Pittodrie." Breaking with protocol, The King waved me forward to join them at the dais. I couldn't help myself, I hugged Davy, overjoyed for him. The King leant to my ear, "Am I forgiven? I just wish I could tell everyone why I did it, alas, you know I can't. But we are eternally grateful you are all safe." I dropped to my knee and took his hand, and was about to touch it to my head. Realising what I was about to do, he smiled, but took hold of my hand and helped me up. "Drageon, you don't have to do that." He turned to face the assembled audience. "Your Imperial Highnesses, My Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen. I present you two of our closest friends. His Grace the Duke of Pittodrie and His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial." The room began clapping. I put my arm round Davy's waist, hugged him and then stepped back and joined everyone in applauding Britain's newest and probably youngest hereditary peer, His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie. ** Archie takes up the story As we followed Forts and Davy to meet the King, Athol was led away by one of the courtiers to get ready for his raising to the 'Order of the Thistle'. He looked apprehensive, "Archie, keep an eye on Forts... You know, just in case." As it was, currently Forts was beaming. Well, right up until the doors opened, and we were all announced. He had glared at James and gestured for him to come to his side immediately. Once more Davy seemed to be trying to keep an obviously furious Forts calm as he laid into James. It was Athol and my son's only fault. Many times, I wondered how such a beyond kind, friendly, and affable young man could turn into a raging, irrational beast in the blink of an eye. It had to be something acquired from living with that mad woman, Mrs Griffiths, for all those years. Luckily, Davy seemed to win out, and the party made their way into the room. Even I was shocked and surprised to see Davy's parents and the Grand Duchess with Dima's mother, along with Gethin and Callum. How had they managed to keep this all secret, surely they couldn't all be here just for Athol's ennobling? When Davy's name was called out and he was asked to approach the dais, you could have heard a pin drop. Forts' face was one of total concentration as he watched the proceedings. A broad smile began to creep across his face as James leant in and explained what was happening. I am sure Forts reached for his hankie as Davy, little Davy Thomas, the once known 'Asker of Daft Questions' was named His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie. Now the title that Forts had bestowed on him had been confirmed by none other than the King. Davy was now a Bona fide Peer of the Realm. Forts had joined him at the dais and the two had embraced to much applause. After a suitable interlude, they were shown back to their seats and the second ceremony began. I hadn't noticed, but the King had retired from the room for a moment, it was only when three trumpeters came into the room and played a Royal Fanfare that I realised he had gone. The doors opened and in came the King, this time dressed in the dark green robes, heavy gold chain and a hat with a plume, the robes of the 'Order of the Thistle'. The King was followed into the room by the fourteen other current 'Knights'. The 'Order,' had only sixteen serving members, with the addition of Athol and the King, it would bring the order up to its full complement. The Knights lined up in readiness to welcome their newest member. There were three loud, hollow knocks on the door nearest us. To a cry of "Who demands entry to this august order?" The doors swung open and Athol announced, "I do, MacDonald, Laird of the Clan MacDonald." The King cried out, "Enter MacDonald of Clan MacDonald." Wearing the heavy green robes and plumed hat, but without the heavy gold chain, Athol approached the King. They exchanged some private words and Athol removed the plumed hat. The King then placed around his shoulders the heavy gold chain, with its emblem of St Andrew, the patron Saint of Scotland. There were three cheers from the other Knights and that was it, Athol was officially a member of the most select group of Knights in Scotland. Forts and Davy were out of their chairs and clapping, quickly followed by the rest of the audience. For a moment, as Forts put his fingers to his mouth I thought he was going to let out a loud whistle, luckily Davy stopped him. We were all then invited to take a drink in celebration while the official pictures were taken, both of Britain's newest hereditary peer and also its newest member of the Order of the Thistle. Forts stood back, beaming with pride as they both had their pictures taken. He was invited to be in them too, but insisted that this was Davy and Athol's moment. He would have his pictures taken with them later. ** James takes up the story With both ceremonies over and the assembled now mingling and chatting. Chris had slipped his hand round my waist, "Are you okay?" I nodded, grinning, "God, he has a temper on him, doesn't he?" Chris smiled and nodded. He chuckled, "That's why Davy says we all need to be with him, to keep him from exploding. You're lucky he isn't allowed to carry a gun here, he might have shot you." He winked again. Forts was chatting with Davy and his parents, he glanced round the room and our eyes met. He excused himself and came over, "James, again I find myself saying sorry to you. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." I smiled, "Forts, remember who you are, never apologise, never explain." He nodded and clasped my arm, "What would I do without you? Thank you. James, please I would like to introduce you to Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy and Princess Chikenoff, Dima's mother." * Forts turned to walk me over and stopped. "James, who is that fit, handsome young man talking to our cousin Alexandra? The one in military uniform." I glanced round, following his eyes. "Oh, that's Fergus Toussaint, the Earl of Wick." "Do you know him?" I chuckled, knowing what Forts response would be, "Yes Forts, we were at Eton together." Forts grinned, "Am I the only person here who didn't go to that bloody school?" He gave a little laugh as I nodded, smiling. "I think you are." Forts' eyes hadn't stopped watching the two of them chatting. "Toussaint doesn't sound very English." "I think it is French Forts, but he is as English as you." Forts guffawed, "I suppose I am... What is he like? After all, we have only just gotten rid of Sergey Uvarov." "He is a really nice chap, nothing like Uvarov. Level-headed, was always popular at Et... Good rugby player, too. Would you like me to introduce you?" Forts nodded, "Yes, later." * There was genuine warmth in the Grand Duchess' eyes as we approached. Count Samara and Dima and Edik all bowed, and the Grand Duchess and Dima's mother curtseyed as one saying, "Your Imperial Highness." Forts interrupted, saying, "No, none of you have to do that. Please." Forts knelt to meet the Grand Duchess, I am sure he called her 'Granny'. Back on his feet, she embraced him. Forts was so happy, "You can't begin to appreciate how over joyed Davy and I are to see you all again. How did you manage to keep it such a secret?" Forts followed everyone's eyes to Gethin and Callum. Samara, joking, said, "He threatened to have us all shot if anyone told you." Gethin and Callum joined us, and there were hugs all round. Forts was loving it and looking so happy. "Your Imperial Highness, his Majesty, would like to speak to you." It was Stuart Burgess. Forts nodded and smiled, he winked, "We still haven't worked out if he should bow to me or me to him." Chuckling, he went off with Stuart. ** Davy takes up the story I honestly think Forts was more excited about me becoming a Duke than I was. I would never be plain old Davy Thomas again. Of course, Mum and Dad were overjoyed. It was so good to see them both again, and I know little Andrew was very excited to see his mummy and daddy. Forts and I were now back in our room following a lovely meal and then a bit of a social afterward with their Majesties. The King and Queen then left for London. Albert helped us both get out of our uniforms and so here we were in our undershorts lying on the bed, with another glass of champagne. Forts grinned and pulled a face. "Samara gave me quite a telling off. He could tell how annoyed I was at the beginning. He told me to act more, Prince like, and call on my inner Russian." "Forts everyone could. You have one of those faces. Never play cards, you will always lose." "Well, I was upset for you." Forts pouted. "Just let me be upset for myself, don't you get involved." Forts nodded. "Did you get to meet the Earl of Wick, Fergus? Alexandra seemed to be quite smitten with him." "As long as she isn't just on the bounce... It's pretty soon after Sergey." Forts nodded, "You could be right. Maybe I should have Vlad speak to her." He snuggled over and smiled. "Maybe she just misses special cuddles?" "I thought she was saving herself, that means no special cuddles." Forts snuggled closer. "What? Forts, you are on my side of the bed!" "Davveeeee." Forts was giving me his puppy eyes, gently stroking my arm. "Forts, what is it?" "Davvveeee, you promised..." He couldn't keep it up and burst out laughing. He put down his glass and gave me that hungry look he gives, when he wants sex. I stretched and gave a fake yawn. "Night, night darling." "Noooo, Davy, look at him." He pulled down his shorts, revealing his hard throbbing bellend. * I was just about to relent when there was a tap on the door. "Nooooo." Forts grabbed his pillow and threw it towards the door. "We're not in." The door opened and Stuart's grinning face appeared; he waggled a bottle of champagne into the room. "Oh good, you are both still up. I have someone who wants to meet a real Russian Prince and a Duke." "Go somewhere else, there are at least two other Russian Princes and lots of dukes," Forts pleaded. Stuart obviously thought he was joking as he bundled a young chap into our room. "See, I told you they were my friends... He didn't believe me. This is Cailin... Cailin, His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, he is the one with the very hairy chest. And England's newest Duke, The Duke of Pittodrie. Otherwise known as Forts and Davy. Davy is the blond one." I swear the boy licked his lips. "The groom from earlier." I smiled, waving them over. Stuart nodded. "Well, now you're here, come and make yourselves comfortable, we were just chatting." Forts let out a pathetic groan. I jabbed him in the ribs. "Be nice, remember what Samara said." Stuart waggled the champagne bottle again, "Top up?" "Well, if you're staying, we might as well." I gave Forts another dig in the ribs. * Now you are all going to ask, how did it end up with all four of us in just our underpants, sitting and laughing on our bed? To be honest, I am not sure, I will blame the booze. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of Stuart's face, his heterochromia, two different coloured eyes, one blue the other green, hypnotised me. Forts had a fan of his own, eighteen-year-old Cailin, didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off of Forts' hairy chest. Eventually, maybe emboldened by the champagne, he grinned and coyly said, "Stuart says you have an eight-inch cock, is that true?" Forts attempted to brush off the question, laughing, "Stuart shouldn't be telling tales." Cailin wasn't about to be put off. "Well, is it true?" Forts glanced at me. I could already see his cock had begun to throb in to life. I smiled, "Well, you had better show him!" Forts, serious for a moment, took hold of my hand. "Only if you're sure?" I nodded, "As long as you don't mind me staring into Stuart's eyes? ... You know... Real close up." Forts broke into a grin. Then lifted his bum and pushed down his shorts. His fat, cut, eight inches slapped against his stomach, burying its head in his treasure trail. Cailin let out a gasp, "My God, it is! It's huge." I had already pulled Stuart to me and kissed him. "I've missed you." He was grinning and gave me a wink, then pressed his lips to mine. "I've missed you too." ** Cailin takes up the story It was funny. Forts had asked Davy if he could show me his dick and Davy had agreed. Forts had then pulled down his undershorts and his long, fat, hard cock slapped against his hairy stomach. Davy had then pulled Stuart to him and they began kissing. I wasn't sure what to do. Forts took hold of my arm, "Well, do you want a closer look?" Fuck, did I! I licked my lips. From the moment we had arrived, I couldn't take my eyes off of Forts' body. Thank god he wasn't shy or bashful, the two of them had just laid on the bed in their boxer shorts. I had manoeuvred myself into a position where now and then, as he moved, I could glimpse his fat cockhead through his fly. I am sure a couple of times he caught me looking because he winked at me. "Come a bit closer then." Forts gripped the base of his shaft and spread his legs slightly. Fuck, he had huge balls too and so much hair he was like a gorilla. "Why don't you lose your shorts," He nodded at Davy and Stuart, both now naked. "I think you are the only one wearing anything now." I blushed, "I'm not as big as you, sorry." I managed to stammer out. Forts chuckled, "Not many chaps are." "Okay, in a minute." I crawled between his open legs towards that lump of meat. His balls were free rolling in their sac, he tensed his hips a couple of time making his shaft bob up and down. I could smell him as I got closer, a musky, healthy, sweaty man smell. He twitched his cock again as I reached out a finger to touch his shaft. I jumped, Forts laughed, "Stuart, is he always this shy?" "No, you're kidding, he is a cock hound." I blushed at hearing his words. Forts spread his legs some more and winked at me. I traced the tip of my forefinger from his balls up his veiny, thick shaft. The large, flared head throbbed and pushed out a blob of precum onto the taut skin of his cockhead. I watched it run down between the glans on to his bowstring. My fingertip pushed through it, smearing his sticky clear goo back up over the glans. Then back the way it had come, this time branching round beneath the glans ridge. He groaned and eased his legs a tag further apart. Another twitch of his groin was followed by yet more precum oozing out of his cock hole. "Taste it," he whispered encouragingly. Now I could have used my finger, but fuck it. I leant down and licked from his balls up his shaft, following the sticky track my fingertip had laid. He groaned again and raised his hips, forcing his cock shaft into a greater connection with my tongue. His dick tasted as good as it looked, dare I say, nicer and sweeter than Stuart's. My tongue got carried away working around, over, and across his shaft and glans. Each lick gathered yet more of his precum, flooding my mouth with his essence. His balls rolled again beneath my chin, I sat up and watched the two huge orbs as they jockeyed for position. "Kiss them." Forts gasped and placed his hands on the top of my head, easing me down closer. His hair was so coarse, so different from Stuart's soft blond curls, so much more manly. I pushed my nose into the crease formed by his balls and thigh. My senses flooded with the intense smell and taste, my lips parted, letting my tongue dig deeper into the warm crevice. Forts groaned again, his hands holding me firmly in place while I licked and sniffed. I felt movement next to me on the bed. I glanced round. Davy's face was inches from mine, "You're missing the best bits, lift his balls and really get your tongue and nose in there." He leant forward and kissed me before winking and turning back to Stuart and getting himself on all fours. I cupped the two fat orbs and lifted them slowly to the side, pushing my tongue under them. The intense heat struck me, then the smell. Horny, sexy man musk. My nose slipped into one of the little pockets in his balls sac just above his balls. Again, my tongue wouldn't be left out, it followed my nose licking, and lapping, coating my tongue in male musk. I am sure I licked every inch of his ball sac, even pushing my tongue down towards his dark hole across his strangely smooth taint. Davy let out a little grunt, and the bed began to move rhythmically under me. I came up for fresh air, my face red and glistening in my saliva. Forts smiled, "Do you think you would like to do that?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Come on, then. It's time to lose those shorts. I want to see all of you." Stuart glanced over, "He is a bit shy, kind of a slow developer. BUT he has an amazing arse." Forts raised his eyebrow, grinning, "Is that true? Come on, you have to let me see that." He had such a sexy smile and real 'come to bed' eyes. As I got myself on to all fours, Forts pulled down my shorts. "Lovely." Davy moaned and looked at me with dreamy eyes, "Get alongside me, we can compare notes." I had to laugh, but did as he said. Forts shuffled behind me, his hands gripping my arse cheeks and easing them apart. "Beautiful," he mumbled again. I pushed my bum up and my head into the bedding alongside Davy's. I gasped as a wet tongue licked from my balls, over my taint, and across my hole. "Hey, I can taste spunk." He paused and as I glanced back, he seemed to savour the taste as I had seen knobs savour fine wine. "Hmmm, I think that is yours, Stuart, if I remember rightly." Forts roared with laughter and buried his face and tongue between my arse cheeks again. Fuck, he was good at this, too, oh, that tongue. My fingers worked themselves into the bedding as my body was engulfed in waves of pleasure, as his tongue dug deeper. It was no good; I eased my legs further apart and reached back my fingers, they joined his, pulling my arse cheeks wide apart. Forts chuckled, "I think he likes it." I moaned again, lifting my head to look back at him. "Fuck me, please fuck me." Forts hesitated, I sensed he and Davy had made eye contact. "Well, Davy says it's okay. So, brace yourself." ** Stuart takes up the story It felt so good to be fucking Davy again. His experience showed each subtle movement of his internal arse muscles, sent sparks of electricity through my cockhead down to my balls, milking them slowly. I was in a bit of a daze, with my hands flat on Davy's back, my cock long dicking into his warm hole. When I noticed him glance round at Forts, who had stopped rimming Cailin, and was now being begged to fuck him by Cailin. Davy smiled and nodded. Forts blew him a kiss, I wished someone would look at me with eyes of love like that. Maybe one day. Forts chuckled and reached for the discarded KY tube. "Well, Davy says it's okay. So, brace yourself." Forts grinned and winked at me as he pushed Cailin's face into the sheets and then smeared his cock with lube. I watched as he shuffled forwards. Forts had really been blessed in the dick department, it made mine look rather pathetic. I hoped Davy didn't think that it was and was enjoying it all the same. Nodding to Forts, I started banging into Davy faster. Cailin gasped as his hole stretched to take Forts' huge cockhead. I smiled as Forts' face concentrated intently on what he was doing. It was obvious he didn't want to hurt Cailin and consequently, he was taking things really slow. As his flared bellend popped inside, Cailin let out a long deep groan, his back arched and his head thrust sharply backwards, his mouth gaping open. Forts paused, letting Cailin's sphincter settle down. He gently stroked Cailin's arse, "Are you okay? I can stop if you want." Davy had looked up and round at Cailin. They made eye contact, Davy smiled, whispering, "You really don't want to miss out, believe me." Cailin nodded, "It's just so big." Then buried his face back into the sheets. Forts chuckled, he slapped Cailin's arse. "I bet you say that to all the boys." Forts turned to me and winked. I kept my smile. I wasn't about to admit; he had never said it to me. I banged my cock home harder into Davy. Slowly Forts eased all of his thick, fat, juicy, veiny, eight-inches into Cailin's hole. I had to slow down my thrusts, watching Forts' cock inching its way forward, had my balls tightening. Cailin was moaning and groaning in equal measure as Forts got into a slow rhythm. I really wasn't sure that Cailin was actually enjoying it that much, his moans and groans almost sounded pained. I could see Forts sensed that, too. He turned to me, his lips pursed, "Let's swap." I nodded. Both of us withdrew our cocks from their respective arses and Forts and I shuffled past each other. Davy looked up at Forts dreamily, and let out a long satisfied, "Mmmmmm," as Forts' cock sank straight into him, down to his balls. Cailin looked round at me and smiled, then assumed the position, head down, bum up once more. I was pleased he didn't seem too disappointed in the change of tops. I sank my cock into him. His hand came back and stroked my thigh lovingly. I leant forward and whispered in his ear, "Eyes bigger than your arse, then?" He smiled and nodded dreamily, turned and moaned into the bed once more. Forts certainly looked happier now. I think he had been aware he was hurting Cailin, and he wasn't happy. Now, though, he really began to fuck Davy hard and deep. Good old Davy moaned like a whore, his arse in the air and his hands stretching out in front of him, gripping the sheets in a catlike stretch. He growled back at Forts, "Fuck me, give it to me." I am sure my hips started to match Forts, thrust for thrust. What was that all about? Cailin began to grunt in time with Davy. Both Davy and Cailin were now wanking their shafts hard and fast, both grinding their hips back on to our cocks. Forts roared, "Fuck, YESSSSS!" His hips slammed into Davy's arse hard one last time and his bum cheeks tensed. Each jet of his cum launched on its way with a barked grunt. My poor cock and balls didn't stand a chance, I joined him, spurting my cum deep into Cailin's arse. Four naked, panting, glistening bodies soon lay side by side on the bed, Cailin's head in the crook of my arm and yes, Davy's snuggled into his Forts. ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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