Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2023 18:48:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 152b

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Up in front I saw Duke, and Darius exiting of Forts' Rolls. "Got to go,
they are getting out, see you in a minute."

I jumped out of the car and headed over to Forts' Rolls Royce. Dima and
Robert were just getting out, followed by Davy and then Forts. Enzo and
Dexy were standing on the stairs in full uniform to welcome them.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 152b –

Part 152b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Richard Forbes – (Mr Forbes/Richard/Rich) 30year old New History Master
at Fraser Castle School.

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

Colonel Enzo Lombardi - (Enzo/Colonel Lombardi) US Army - Dexy's
boss. Texan from Italian descent.

Dexy Mackenzie – (Dexy/Lieutenant Mackenzie) US Army. Promoted
Lieutenant in 152b.

Lance Kreider - 5'08" (Lance / 2nd Lieutenant) US Army. German Heritage.

Greg Esposito - (Greg / 2nd Lieutenant) US Army. Italian Heritage.

Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Forts and Davy's security team.


**

Robert Milner takes up the story

I had come to the staffroom hoping to see Richard, but so far he hadn't
appeared. I hadn't heard a word or even seen him since the other night. I
had hoped that he would contact me, but he hadn't. It left me feeling both
angry and empty.

Usually with School finished for the day, the masters all gathered for a
chat in the staffroom; but so far, no Richard. I overheard Athol telling
Archie that Forts and Davy had arrived back at Pittodrie after their trip
to London, but he hadn't seen them yet to hear how it had gone. Apparently,
tonight they were all off to the American supply camp for a Thanksgiving
meal. I heard them joking that they hoped Forts could sort out some turkeys
for Christmas.

With no sign of Rich, and feeling a bit sorry for myself, I decided to head
back to my studio. I called into the kitchen and Landers gave me some soup
in a thermos flask. He obviously noticed I was looking a bit down as he
told me to wait and then handed me a wrapped slice of sponge cake. "Enjoy,
you look like you need this."

I forced a smile and left, heading out into the twilight. I was just
passing the mausoleum when I notice one of the two bronze doors was
slightly open and there was a flickering light playing inside. Now, that
was unusual. I glanced round, wishing someone else was nearby, I am not the
bravest of chaps and didn't fancy tackling anyone on my own. I moved
closer, taking tiny careful steps, trying to stifle the crunching gravel's
announcement of my approach.

As I got closer, I was sure I heard a noise coming from inside; I froze. My
heart began pounding against the inside of my chest, making more noise than
whatever was within the mausoleum. I paused, surely it wasn't an animal
that had gotten inside. I pinched myself, 'Don't be silly, animals don't
carry candles', God, what else could it be? I seriously wished I hadn't
gone to watch that bloody silly horror film at the Victoria picture house
in Inverurie last week, 'The Return of the Vampire', starring Bela Lugosi
and Frieda Inescort.

I reached out to pull the door open when I heard a sob and a plaintive cry
from within. I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and pulled the door
open. I marched into the gloom inside. "I don't know who you are. But no
one is supposed to be in here!" I barked with more confidence than I
actually felt.

The dark hunched over figure sitting on the pew in front of the small altar
leapt up. I think we both let out a cry of shock and surprise. The figure
turned to face me, eyes wide, their pale face illuminated by the flickering
light of the candle they were holding.

"Rich! What are you doing here? Christ, you frightened the life out of me."

"Robert! it's you." Rich looked equally alarmed.

I walked over to him, seeing by the light of the flickering candle that his
face was tear stained. "What are you doing in here?"

He glanced at the altar. Sitting on it was the picture of 'Martin'. "I
wanted to be somewhere quiet with him."

I could feel the anger rising in me. I picked up the photograph. "This is
not healthy!" I wanted to smash it. "This is a place of the dead! And
unless I am mistaken, YOU, are very much alive! God! Martin is gone,
nothing can bring him back! Richard, he wouldn't have wanted you like
this."

"You know nothing! How dare you even speak his name! He was worth ten of
you!"

He came at me and snatched the picture from my hands. We tussled over it. I
heard my voice ringing in my head, "He's dead Richard... Dead!" In the
struggle, the photograph fell to the floor, the glass shattering into a
thousand pieces. Richard fell to his knees, he cried out like an injured
animal as he began scrambling to pick up what remained of the frame and
photograph.

"Rich, please, I am sorry." I knelt down beside him and put my arm round
him. "Please, let me get it fixed for you!"

"Let go of it, haven't you done enough?"

"Richard please," I put my arm round him.

"Get off me. Get off me, never touch me." He screamed at me as he struggled
to pull away. I held on to him tightly, his struggle transformed until he
was just sobbing in my arms. I held him tightly. He looked up into my eyes,
"Why did he have to die... I miss him so much."

I couldn't answer that and knew any attempt would probably come out wrong,
so instead I did what I thought was best and hugged him and hugged him,
letting him sob himself out on my shoulder.

*

We sat on the floor in each other's arms for ages. Finally, as it got
colder and colder, I helped him to his feet. He tried desperately to avoid
my eyes. He mumbled, "I'm sorry, you must think the worst of me."

"Rich, no. I could never think badly of you."

He glanced at my eyes again. I gave a little smile. He nodded, "I had
better be getting back. They will be locking the Castle up soon."

I glanced at my watch. Even I was surprised at the time. "I think they
already will have. Why don't you come over to my place? You can share my
soup and, I think I have a frame you can have that will fit Martin's
picture."

Rich hesitated.

"Come on, it will be good to talk."

Rich exhaled and nodded. "I know you're right. I know Martin is gone... I
just feel like I am betraying him... Do you understand?"

I put my arm round him, "Come on, let's talk."


**


James continues the story

Colonel Lombardi stood at the top of the stairs in full uniform with his
arms wide open. "Forts, Davy, my friends, welcome." Enzo embraced them both
and gave welcoming nods to Dima, Robert, Chris and me. "Come in, come in. I
am so pleased that you could come. I hear from Dexy y'all only just got
back from London."

Forts smiled and nodded. "We have. It is great to see you too Enzo, I
wouldn't have missed it for anything; isn't that right Davy! Thank you for
inviting us."

Davy smiled and I am sure made a low turkey gobbling noise. He smiled
sweetly at Forts and then returned Enzo's hug. "No, we wouldn't have missed
it for anything."

"Y'all come on in, come in." He gripped Forts' elbow and led him into the
building. Dexy gave Davy a wink and took him by the elbow, too. Ours was
obviously not going to be the only celebratory meal taking place, we passed
the open doors into the main mess hall where dozens of GI's were seated at
long tables sitting on benches. The tables were piled high with food and
bottles of beer, which were being served by the look of it by dozens of
sergeants. The GI's and the Sergeants all seemed to be having a great time.

We continued down the corridor to a door marked, 'Officers Mess.' Enzo led
us all inside. The room was laid out with a large formal dining table. Sat
around it were a number of empty chairs and also several faces, some we
recognised, others we didn't. Everyone stood as we entered. Enzo was in his
element. We fed into the room and formed a semicircle round the table.

"Forts, Davy, Firstly, let me introduce you to my Commanding Officer,
General Conor Maguire."

The General stepped forward and offered his hand to Forts. Enzo continued,
"General, His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov,
but he prefers to be known as Forts. His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie,
Davy, His Highness, Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, Dima. Forts equerry, The
Viscount Tilney, James. Baronet King Holm, Chris and Mr Robert Meisner."

The General winked at Robert, and mumbled, "Never mind son, I don't have a
title either."

Enzo continued, "You already know Lieutenant Dexy Mackenzie, my number two,
here at the base..."

The General interrupted, "Actually, Forts, Enzo got that wrong. I have been
waiting until you arrived to inform both Enzo and Dexy that they have both
been promoted. Enzo to Brigadier General and Dexy to Major." The General
approached them both, they snapped to attention as he took out of his
pocket their new rank insignias and pinned them over the ones they were
already wearing. "Congratulations, both of you and don't worry, you will
both be staying on here, you have the place running like clockwork and it
is appreciated. It does mean more work though, this site is due to double
in size."

Both Enzo and Dexy looked shocked, they obviously hadn't an inkling about
their promotions. They both thanked the General, and at a signal I missed,
an orderly arrived carrying a tray of champagne. We all took a glass and
toasted them both.

Forts and Davy each offered their congratulations.

Davy playfully gave Dexy's new Gold Oakleaf insignia a polish. "But you
have jumped a rank, haven't you? You were a Lieutenant, so shouldn't you be
a Captain before being a Major?"

The General chuckled, "Hey you know your rank structures. Dexy has been
made a Major as a new Captain, my current aide-de-camp will be taking over
the role and responsibilities of Captain."

Shaking his head and still visibly in shock, Enzo gestured to two faces we
recognised, "I understand you already know, my Second Lieutenants, Lance
Kreider and Greg Esposito."

Forts nodded, "We do. Although, I see they have been promoted too," he then
embraced them both. "Nice to see you both again."

While we all chatted, the orderly gathered up the empty champagne glasses
and Enzo once more assumed the role of host. "Right, gentlemen, please be
seated."

Forts spoke, "Enzo before we do. Would it be possible to set another place?
I would like our bodyguard, Dan Schere, to join us. He is one of your
countrymen and I already owe him a great debt, and I know how important
this celebration is to y'all." Forts winked, chuckling as his voice
dragging out the "Y'all".

Dan looked staggered. He glanced at Darius and Duke, both of whom already
knew this was coming. "But..."

Darius smiled. "Dan, enjoy yourself... Forts, Duke, and I will be outside."

Enzo shook his head, "No, no, that's not happening. We can all shove
up. You are both joining us, too. Let's make this a Thanksgiving to
remember!"

The General nodded, "That's right, the more the merrier."

*

After a bit of rearranging, Forts was sat between Enzo and the General,
Davy between Enzo and Dexy. The rest of us, interspersed with Americans,
round the table.

It was good to see Lance again; he was sitting next to me. Dan was next to
him, he still didn't look like he could really believe it.

I glanced up as the General spoke to Forts. "So why are you Russians
wearing kilts, then?"

Forts chuckled, "I didn't want my uniform to upstage yours, General." There
was a silent pause, and then the General roared with laughter. He clapped
Forts on the back, "Enzo said you had a sense of humour... excellent... ha,
ha, ha. Some of those English snobs seem to have a stick stuck up their
asses." If that was any indication, and I thought it was, Forts had won
over yet another friend.

*

The orderlies covered the table with steaming dishes of food. Most of it
not recognisable to our English eyes, with the exception of the large
turkey, the gravy, and the mashed potatoes, oh and the rolls. Dan caught my
eye and smiled, obviously sensing my apprehension at some of the dishes
before us.

"Shall I help, y'all?"

I nodded, "Would you?"

Dan stood, "General, Brigadier, with your indulgence, I will tell these
folks what these amazing dishes all are."

Enzo grinned and laughed. "I wish someone had done that for me... Forts,
you English eat the strangest things... have you ever eaten a Yorkshire
pudding? I mean, what's that all about? All air and no substance." He
roared with laughter and obviously gripped Forts' knee under the table.

Forts joined him laughing, "Enzo, we haven't even given you Clootie
Dumpling yet. You wait until you try that!" Forts winked over at Davy as he
apparently gripped Enzo's knee back, "Just remember, you have it with lots
of gravy!"

Dima, who had been following the conversation, sat forward, "No you don't,
it is a pudding, isn't it?"

Chris burst out laughing, "Dima, Forts is joking... It's called humour."

Dima sat back, looking slightly embarrassed and chaste. "I don't think I
will ever understand your English sense of humour. That is definitely not
funny," he chuntered.

That elicited a broad smile from Forts. "Dima, I love you... You are so
funny, my brother."

Dan was shaking his head, grinning. "Right, this is what we call the
dressing for the turkey, I think you English call it stuffing. This is
creamed corn, it's delicious," he pointed to a bowl, which looked like it
contained cat sick. "This is sweet potato with a marshmallow topping."

"Marshmallow?"

"Yes, you know Marshmallow, you must have heard of it?"

I nodded, "Oh we have, we just don't eat it with potatoes."

Dan smiled again, "This is squash."

"Squash?" Forts leant forward, peering at the dish.

"Yes, it's a type of gourd."

"Gourd?" Forts winced. "One of those hard leathery things?"

Dan ignored him. "And finally, green bean casserole."

Forts made a none too convincing, "Mmmmmm," noise and immediately got a
look from Davy. He grinned, "General, Enzo, please come to us for Christmas
dinner," he burst out laughing again.

Once again, all the English folk round the table burst out laughing, while
the Americans and Russian looked on, shaking their heads. Dima muttered
again, which caused even more laughter from us all.

*

The General stood. "Gentlemen, before we begin, let's say grace, and thank
the Lord for this bountiful food."

That was a new one for us all. After the prayer of thanksgiving, we were
treated to another tradition; the serving of the lower ranks and guests by
the senior officers present. I sat watching Forts' face as his plate was
piled high with all manner of foods that were strange to our eyes. I had to
giggle as Forts picked up a roll, you could see it on his face, he couldn't
go wrong with that. His eyes lit up and, having opened his roll, he piled
on what he assumed was some sort of jam; alas, the tartness of the
cranberry relish quickly dissuaded him of that thought.

The General roared with laughter, "That's for the turkey."

Forts' expression was a picture as he tried to swallow his mouthful and
then placed the roll down on his side plate. The sharpness torturing his
taste buds, still evident on his face.

Despite the numerous toasts interrupting the meal, it was soon time for the
sweets. Enzo and the Americans all ended up laughing as all the English
opted for apple pie and cream. None of us knew what a pecan was, let alone
that you could make a pie from one, then Pumpkin Pie, pumpkin is a
vegetable, isn't it? How could folks so closely related eat such different
things?

*

With the meal over, the General had to leave. He embraced Forts and Davy
warmly before he did and was invited to Pittodrie to visit in return for
his generosity and warm welcome.

We carried on chatting and drinking round the table. Dexy staggered to his
feet, "Gentlemen, I can hear music from the other ranks mess, how about we
join them for some entertainment?"

Davy leapt up, "I'm game."


**

Forts takes up the story

Davy was off dancing with Dexy, Chris, Lance, Dan, and Greg. Dima and James
were in deep conversation by the bar. The band was pretty amazing; they
hammered their way through all the big band tunes of the day. I felt as if
Enzo was manoeuvring me away from the rest of them, he obviously wanted to
talk. Finally, we were near the doors, he leant into me, "Fancy a walk
round the camp, sorry, I can't offer a banyan, not yet anyway."

Now, before any of you get all upset, Davy and I had already spoken in the
car on the way over about what might happen and we were both okay with
it. As Davy had joked, he had no objection to me giving or receiving a
gobble in exchange for a few plump gobblers for the boys' Christmas
dinners.

I heard the door open behind us as we headed down the stairs; I glanced
back, just in case Davy had changed his mind, it was, however, Duke. I
winked and gestured for him to hold back. I knew he would still follow and
didn't mind that as long as it was at a distance; I had turkeys to get.

*

Enzo started off pretty officially, just like it was a real tour, even
though it was pitch dark apart from the stars far above us. There was a
touch of frost in the air too, without the chill, it would have been a
lovely night. As we rounded one of the large blocks of crates, Enzo took
hold of my arm and pulled me closer to him.

"It is great to see you again, my friend. It seems a long time since I
visited Pittodrie, and you massaged me in the steam room."

"It is, but you know, you can always pop over. You are always welcome. Davy
and I are hoping that you will join us for Christmas dinner and also bring
your chaps over to the Christmas parties."

Enzo nodded. "You and Davy have been together for a while, haven't you?"

"We have." I gave a little chuckle, "I love him to bits."

Enzo let out a little sigh, and I felt his grip on my arm loosen. I
tightened mine on his, and we came to a stop. "That doesn't mean a bit of
extracurricular fun isn't allowed."

He looked into my eyes, "Really?"

"No, Davy and I both realised a long time ago that we are both young, horny
sexual animals with needs and wants. So, as long as we both end up back
together, anything goes really."

Enzo shook his head, "You Limeys... I don't think I will ever understand
y'all." He began to walk on, I followed him and, catching him up, I took
hold of his arm once more.

"So, do you fancy staying for Christmas with us?"

He stopped and looked at me, "You sure Davy won't mind?"

"No, of course he won't."

With that, Enzo backed me up against a stack of crates and pushed his mouth
to mine. I hesitated, he pulled back. He looked confused. "Sorry, I thought
you said Davy wouldn't mind."

I chuckled and pulled him closer to me, "He won't... Sorry, I thought we
were talking about Christmas dinner... But he won't mind this either." I
pushed my lips to his. Enzo groaned as my tongue slipped between his lips.

Enzo returned my kiss, his tongue passionately pushing deep into my mouth,
where is jousted with my own. He stepped forward, his feet easing my
brogues apart so he could shuffle harder against me. He broke our kiss and
nibbled from my mouth to my ear, "Any chance you can get rid of the
sporran?"

I had to giggle, "That's easy." As he watched, I moved the sporran first
left and right, "See, just like curtains."

He winked, "Well, in that case, y'all leave them open." The palm of his
hand pressed flat against my groin. He grinned at me as he felt my
stiffening shaft. His fingers wrapped round it and squeezed it gently
through the material.

I couldn't help myself. "It gets better, watch this." I gripped the
material of my kilt at my waist and slowly, inch by inch, I gathered it up,
first fully exposing my knees, then my thighs and then my hairy low
hangers. Enzo's eyes were fixed on my groin, I am sure he had stopped
breathing. Another inch and my throbbing cock bounced out.

"Wow, shit. It's bigger than I remembered." His fingers wrapped round my
shaft once more. He squeezed it at the base, his fingers milking up the
shaft towards my swollen, flared cockhead. I groaned, as a glistening blob
of precum exposed itself to the night air.

Enzo dropped to his knees. He licked his lips as he pulled my shaft down to
the horizontal. He leant forward, brushing his lips against the glistening
blob of precum. It burst over his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out
to gather it up. He glanced up and smiled as the taste of my pre fuck
ignited his taste buds.

He kissed my bellend again, and his fingers round my shaft tightened,
easing back down towards my balls, forcing the skin on my bellend to
tauten. Another blob of precum broke from my cock lips onto the head. Enzo
licked his lips and opened his mouth wide as he engulfed my cock head.

His other hand gripped my balls and slowly began to massage them. He
alternated between cupping them and sliding up to grip the skin where my
scrotum joined the base of my cock. He would then pull gently downwards on
them. It took me a few minutes of this to realise that he was hoping to
prevent me from cumming too soon.

He had an amazing tongue action. His mouth moved up and down my shaft, his
tongue tracing up from my balls, the network of veins leading to my
cockhead. Each tingling journey caused my cock to expel yet more precum,
which he hungrily lapped up.

I tucked the loose material of my kilt behind my bum and placed my hands
down on his head, working my fingers into his crew cut. God, that felt good
too, the bristling of his high and tight against my fingertips. I pushed my
cock forward, desperately trying to keep my bum holding up the material of
my kilt. I didn't want this to stop.

Enzo seemed to have forgotten I was there, but luckily not my cock and
balls. I glanced down in awe as he pushed my throbbing shaft and balls to
the side before he buried his nose into my groin. His tongue lapped at the
sweat between my thighs and balls sac, he moaned like a hungry whore; well
like I thought one might sound. He opened wide and pushed both of my balls
into his warm wet mouth, his tongue rolled and played with them each in
turn, before he let them pull from his mouth.

He nibbled and kissed up my cock shaft once more to the throbbing head. My
precum felt as if it was pouring out of me, all of it was being quickly
swept away by his flickering tongue. His tongue slid into the groove under
my glans and his mouth closed over my bellend once more, fuck I was
close. His hand began to wank my shaft slowly, the base of his finger just
catching on my glans ridge. SHIT. I moaned and pushed my back hard against
the crates as I pushed my cock forward.

I glanced up, hearing a rustling nearby. It was Duke, he was creasing up,
desperately trying not to laugh out loud and doing a very passable
impression of a turkey. Bloody Davy had told him. Not wanting to put Enzo
off or make him aware we had an audience, I shook my head at Duke, mouthing
that old universal Anglo-Saxon saying, "Fuck off!" Just as my balls
tightened.


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To my dear American friends, a belated 'Happy Thanksgiving'. I poked some
fun at the Thanksgiving food. I am sure you have plenty to say about
English food, what with Christmas coming up and Enzo and Dexy attending.
Give me some ammunition so they can get their own back.

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