Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2024 14:53:40 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156a

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"Forts before you go. Would you like me to speak to Darius, I seem to have
upset him, totally my fault, but I would like to apologise to him."

Forts thought for a moment, "Not necessary Monty, that is all sorted now,
but thank you."

Forts began walking to the door. "Watch the drying lines." Monty was
laughing as Forts ducked.

That had gone a lot better than I ever thought it would.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156a

Part 156a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Montague Glover – (Montague/Monty) Photographer 45yrs friend and teacher
of Robert Milner.

Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis/Con) Viscount Winterbourne – 17yrs pupil
at Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player.

Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner Cambridge law graduate,
specialising in Russian language and culture. Now Forts and Davy's
secretary.

**

Duke takes up the story

It was Wednesday, and time for Forts to depart for London and Dima's and
Robert's trip to America. Gethin and Callum had returned from Craigievar
last night and were returning to London with Forts. Gethin, from what I had
seen, was much happier and more relaxed than he had been when he first
arrived. The break had done him good. The two of them were already sitting
in the second vehicle along with Albert, they would be travelling together
to the station.

I gave Darius a 'heads-up' nod and winked. From my position just inside
Pittodrie's portico, I had a clear view of everyone's approach down the
main stairs. Outside, lined up by the vehicles all ready to wave them off
were Chris, Father Vladimir, Monty, Denis, and Marcus.

Darius opened the Rolls Royce's door, ready for Forts, Dima, James, and
Robert to get in. I was so pleased Darius was now coming to London with
us. We had been grinning at each other for a few days now; you know, as
good friends do. The security team would be Darius, Andrei, and
myself. Tobias, David, and Dan would be remaining with Davy and the boys at
Pittodrie.

*

I was still feeling a bit embarrassed. I had been so close to punching Vlad
in the dining room, sorry, oops, Father Valdimir. At the time, I had been
really pissed off he was sticking his nose into my business, but I had no
idea how it was affecting my friend Darius. I had let my anger blind
me. Later, when I saw Vlad again, I gave him the biggest of hugs for
confronting me, and told him to do it anytime it appeared I had taken leave
of my senses.

Forts had also spoken to us, explaining that he had now spoken to Monty and
that a number of the photographs he had taken had now been destroyed along
with all the negatives. Forts also informed Darius of Monty's apology for
as he put it 'geeing him up'.

Forts ended by addressing us both, as friends, but the message was
clear. "Chaps, please, this whole affair had ended up in unpleasantness and
mistrust. I accept my part in this and I am sorry for it. But I have to
know that you will always speak honestly to me. Darius, you had the
opportunity to tell me about your personal experiences and you didn't." He
turned to me, "Duke, you came to afterwards and waffled on giving me
bizarre reasons Darius may or may not have been offended. You could have
told me the truth, too. Both of you chose not to tell me the real reason."
Forts paused, Darius and I both swallowed. Forts nodded to us
both. "Please, in the future, you must always tell me the truth. I have to
know I can rely on you both totally." Forts nodded, "Thank you." He then
turned and left.

Darius and I both were left feeling suitably chastised.

*

I gave a head bow as the internal door opened and Forts carrying Draco and
Aaran on either hip and Davy with Andrew came through, followed by Dima,
Robert, James, Edik, and Andrei. Forts nodded to me, "Duke, are we all
ready?" I nodded. We all laughed as Draco gave me a little salute, which,
of course, I returned.

Outside, Forts had said goodbye to Chris, Monty, Denis, and Marcus. He then
turned to Davy and the boys. He was struggling with his emotions as he
kissed each of the boys and handed them to Davy and Edik. There was, as you
can imagine, a tearful special hug for Forts from Davy, who was not going
to be coming to the station with us. Davy's eyes filled as he kissed Forts,
"Please, be good." Davy's voice was trembling.

Forts hugged him again. "I Promise, now don't go getting all silly." Forts
wiped away a tear from Davy's cheek.

Davy nodded and tried to smile. He was trying to put on a brave face, but
he wasn't really pulling it off.

Dima and Robert likewise got big hugs from Davy. "Be careful and let us
know by telegram when you arrive."

Davy mouthed to Darius and me, "Please look after him," Davy's lip was
trembling, he nearly set me off too.

James and Chris had a goodbye hug. Then Forts, Dima, and Robert knelt
before Vlad. He blessed them all with the sign of the cross and a splash of
holy water.

I smiled at Vlad as I passed and felt a spray of water hit my neck. I
turned round, realising Vlad had gotten me, too. He winked, blessing me
with his hand, mouthing, "Look after yourself, too." I nodded and had to
chuckle.

Just as I was thinking, it was all going as well as it could, there was a
cry from the woodland path. I saw Darius tense. He stepped between Forts,
Davy and the woods. His eyes were focused on the path leading up to the
stables. Robin and Cailin burst from the trees, both shouting and
waving. "We came to say goodbye."

Forts grinned as Darius shook his head and raised his eyebrows at
me. Forts, still grinning, turned to me, "Well, that's nice... but I think
they are probably here to say goodbye to you Duke, not me."

I blushed and mouthed, "Sorry." I crossed to them, chuckling, "You two will
get me shot!" But I was so pleased to see them both. I gave each of them a
kiss and a hug. I would miss them both equally.


**

Robert Meisner takes up the story

As one of my last secretarial duties for Forts, before I handed over to
Abigale Fairweather in London, I had phoned Inverurie Station and booked an
entire first-class carriage on the London train just for us. Grinning at
Forts, I repeated out loud what the stationmaster said to me, "Sorry, did
you say, who is it for?"

I had to struggle not to laugh as Forts began shaking his head and mouthing
the words, "Noooooo, don't tell him it's for me."

My subsequent prevarication came to naught, as Mr Mountfield guessed, no
doubt, he would be there, ready to fawn and greet, His Imperial
Highness. As I put the phone down, Forts had shaken his head at me, a look
of disappointment on his face. "And I thought we were friends!" He then
roared with laughter. I was so going to miss him while Dima and I were
away, indeed I would miss everyone at Pittodrie.

By departure day, James and I seemed to have everything pretty sorted for
both Dima and my trip to America and also Forts' trip to London. The only
changes to the planned itinerary were the last-minute inclusion of a
meeting with a Government Minister about the US trip, and an invitation to
Windsor Castle for Forts. Apparently, the King had heard of Forts trip to
London. Forts was also to attend the meeting with the Minster, with Dima,
James, William Thomas, Davy's father and myself.

*

Mr Mountfield didn't disappoint. He must have had stationed a lookout. As
soon as we pulled into the carpark, he was out and waiting by the side of
the car. Forts shook his head at me, "God, he is here. This is all your
fault. You're fired!" We all laughed as Darius and a smirking Duke opened
the doors of our vehicle.

I got out first, followed by James, then Dima and finally a smiling
Forts. "Mr Mountfield, we meet again, such a pleasure." Forts thrust out
his hand.

Mountfield's face lit up, and in a cross between a handshake and a kowtow,
he greeted Forts. "Your Imperial Highness, you do me too much honour, thank
you, thank you."

Forts managed to extricate his hand from Mr Mountfield's and we were led
into the station.

"Your train is on time, Your Imperial Highness, and a first-class carriage
has been set aside for you and your party, as requested." Mountfield
glanced round. We had now been joined by Gethin, Callum, both in uniform
and Albert, Forts' Valet, plus Darius, Duke, and Andrei.

Forts nodded, "Thank you, Mr Mountfield."

We were in fact a few minutes early, Mountfield squirmed, continuously
glancing at his watch, "Just a few more minutes." He gave a little bow
again, then peered down the track. "Err, will you be meeting the King
again?"

Forts smiled, tapped his nose, then winked. Mountfield was beside
himself. Luckily, we were saved by the platform bell. Two minutes later,
the express came to a halt by the platform. Mountfield led us all to the
reserved carriage, Forts thanked him again, and we all boarded. Bless him,
the train quickly departed, with Mountfield doing what looked like an
ancient dance, his head bobbing up and down as he bowed.

*

The journey to London was uneventful. Albert looked after us all from the
hampers he had brought from the kitchens, making sure we all had enough to
eat and drink. After we had fed, most of us dozed off or watched as the
countryside raced by.

I must have drifted off when I was woken by Albert waking James. "James, we
will be arriving in ten minutes at London King Cross."

James stretched and thanked him. Forts was dressed and ready as the train
pulled to a halt at the station. We were met on the platform by Count
Samara. Forts embraced him warmly. "Hello again, my good friend, is
everything ready for us?"

Samara embraced Forts, "Yes, Your Imperial Highness, the vehicles are
waiting." Samara then greeted us all and led us along the platform to the
waiting limousines.

Count Samara squeezed in with Forts, James, Dima, and me in the first car.

Forts was beaming. "It is so good to see you again, my friend. Have Davy's
parents arrived yet?"

Samara nodded, "Yes Forts, they are waiting to greet you at the Savoy. Mr
Mishcon has checked in, too."

Forts smiled, "Excellent."


**

Chris McPhee takes up the story

Unfortunately, James was unable to say how long they would all be down in
London. To me, watching on, it appeared that the more people found out
about Forts' visit, the more invitations he received to various functions.

I had been sitting with Davy when yet another call came through from
London; it was taken by Albert. Forts was up at the stables having some
Daddy time with Draco, Aaran, and Andrew, saying goodbye to Pegasus,
Daphne, and Ladon.

Albert came off the phone, he looked apprehensive; he knew Davy as well as
the rest of us. "That was Squadron Leader Burgess, I have to pack some of
Forts' uniforms, too."

"Uniforms, why?" Davy's smile had gone.

Albert nodded, barely able to speak. "Apparently there is to be a meal and
a party at Buckingham Palace in his honour."

I watched Davy's face. I knew that particular announcement would fill him
with dread. To Davy all it meant was more people and women in particular
throwing themselves at his Forts. I watched as Davy took off his
constellation ring, and exhaling, read the inscription inside. He put the
ring back on his finger and forced a smile as he realised I had been
watching him.

He stood, his eyes glassing up, "Come on Albert, I will help you pack
them. Let's pick the really smart ones."

As he got to the door, I had to speak, "Davy, he loves you, no one
else. Don't ever forget that."

Davy nodded and hurried out.

*

Later, I told James about what had happened. He shook his head, "Not
again. Wasn't it bad enough last time?"

James hugged me, "Chris, you must stick by Davy like glue. Any problems,
you must contact me immediately."

I nodded, "Just make sure you have a word with that idiot on the Buck House
switchboard. Make sure they know to put me straight through."

"I will... Sorry Chris, I know you could do without this."

"James, just make sure Forts behaves himself... and you, for that matter!"

"Me?"

"In fact, I think I will take you through to the bedroom now and open you
up a bit, no one likes a loose arse."

He guffawed, we embraced and headed into the bedroom for our formal goodbye
'Shag'.


**

Monty takes up the story

With Forts and everyone now left and Davy over at Castle Fraser, Pittodrie
House was very quiet. I busied myself all morning with the pencil sketches
and laying out the paintings I had promised Forts.

I had just sat down by the window, with a glass of port from the decanter
in the room. My feet had just been put up on the window ledge when there
was a knock at my door. You know that feeling of frustration you get, that
pissed feeling, from being disturbed? It consumed me. Fuck! I had just sat
down, who could this be?

Fuck it! I didn't move.

Another slightly louder knock, then another. Damn, Fuck, Fuck Damn!  "Who
is it? I am a bit busy."

"Oh, sorry Monty... Err, Mr Glover, sorry... It's me Lillis."

I practically ended up on the floor as I scrambled to get up. "Come in,
come in, the door's open."

The door opened and a kilted Lillis' smiling face met mine. He hurriedly
closed the door and bowled into the room. "Watch out for the drying lines!"
I was too late.

Lillis let out a startled cry as several of the line came crashing down
around his head. He stopped, he looked horrified, "I am so sorry. I haven't
done any damage have I?"

I was already laughing. "It's okay, I should have taken them down. It's
really good to see you."

Lillis began to untangle himself, "I wasn't sure you were here."

I blushed, "I was hiding in case it was the priest again."

Lillis burst out laughing, "Vlad? He is okay."

I joined him laughing, "I know, I just didn't want to be disturbed."

Lillis' face changed, "Oh, sorry, do you want me to go?"

"No, not at all. Maybe I should have said I didn't want to be disturbed by
anyone but you."

Lillis let out a phew noise and grinned, "Well, here I am."

God, he was a good-looking guy, not as good looking as Forts, but a good
nine out of ten, shall we say. Like Forts though, there was something about
him, was it a cheeky cockiness? Just like with Forts, I couldn't quite put
my finger on it, but whatever it was, Lillis had it in buckets, too. "Err,
why aren't you at school?"

"Oh, I am given the day off school occasionally. I help Chris McPhee around
the estate, he is forever getting lost. I know it better than him, my
father used to own it. Forts brought it off him."

"Oh, I didn't know... And your father is?"

"Oh, the Marquess of Dunbar."

"Ah, so, hence, you are the Viscount Winterbourne... I see another genuine
aristocrat; Pittodrie seems filled with them."

Lillis smiled and crossed over to me. He took me by surprise when he kissed
me on both cheeks. My face must have shown it, he stepped back and looked
at me quizzically, "Sorry, that's how Forts and Davy always greet people. I
thought it would be okay."

"Oh, it is. I just don't get kissed by young horny men very often now."

Lillis chuckled. "Now I don't believe that!" Then he grinned, "Did you just
call me horny?"

My cock stirred. Was this chap flirting with me? I didn't answer, I just
blushed.

He winked, "So, what are you doing?"

"Oh, a couple of line drawings of a photograph I took of Forts and
Pegasus."

"Line drawings?"

"Yes, this way I can make them much bigger than just photographs." I
lied. It wasn't a complete lie, the line drawings would be much bigger than
any photographs. Lillis didn't need to know the whole sorry saga. He
glanced round the room, his eyes settling on my glass of port.

He nodded to it, smiling, "You start early."

I blushed, "Don't tell anyone. I am sorry, I would offer you something, but
Port is all that is left. No soft drinks and I am afraid I have drunk all
the Brandy and whisky."

Lillis beamed cheekily, "Well, as you have twisted my arm. It will have to
be port then..." Another wink, "I won't tell anyone if you don't."

I reached for the decanter and poured him a glass. I handed it to him, "I
will, of course, deny everything."

Another smile and he raised his glass, "Cheers."

He joined me in the chairs by the window, the midday light, making his skin
glow. God, he was good looking. My eyes travelled over his body. He was
wearing a long kilt, the fly plaid pinned to the front of his high waist
black jacket by an amber broach. Next to that was his head boy badge. His
kilt, full and heavy, rested just over the top of his open knees, he
adjusted his sporran as he sat, with a wink. My eyes continued their slow
journey downwards. I am sure he opened his legs just a little wider. The
skin just below his knees was hairy, the hair vanished into his knee length
oatmeal coloured brogue socks. At the top of the socks was the last flash
of tartan; his kilt flashes, they matched his main kilt colour, then his
black brogues. I swallowed, as my cock throbbed to full erection... He gave
a little cough, my eyes met his again. He smiled.

"So, Lillis, to what do I owe the honour of your visit?"

"Do I need a reason to visit you?"

I realised I was holding my breath as his lips dipped into the ruby liquid
in his glass, his eyes not leaving mine. He took a sip and his tongue ran
the length of his lips.

My God, he was flirting with me. I took a swig of my port to steady my
nerves.

"No, no, of course not." Christ, I was stammering like a little
girl. Despite the fun we had already had together, anyone would have
thought I would have been calmer.

He took another drink, his eyes still locked on mine. "I was wondering if
you wanted to take some pictures of me? You said the other night..."

I swallowed, "Err, would you like me to?"

He licked his lips again. "Well, I thought it could be fun."

Lillis really is a little tart. I was on the brink of saying yes, but
stopped myself; there was no way I wanted to get into trouble again. Forts
would be furious, and rightly so.

Without giving anything away, I told him, "Lillis, most of the boys I
photograph in London have no future ahead of them, but toil, you on the
other hand are a Viscount and one day will be the Marquess of, where did
you say? Dunbar, wasn't it?"

Lillis nodded. He looked disappointed, "But, you took lots of pictures the
other night."

"I did, but I didn't have any film in the camera for the sexy ones." I
lied.

Lillis sat forward, "Really? Did Forts and Davy know?"

I smiled, "Yes, there was no way rude photographs of His Imperial Highness
could ever be allowed to become public."

Lillis appeared to chew his lip, "I never really thought of that." He
finished his port.

I smiled, "Yes, you don't want pictures coming back to haunt you, no matter
how gorgeous you look in them. Another port?"

Lillis grinned and held out his glass, "Well, if you are having
one... Monty, we could always just head through into the bedroom."

I paused, sure my ears were deceiving me. I laughed, "Lillis, I am old
enough to be your father."

He grinned, "Are you saying you're not up to it, then? Or wasn't I any good
the other night?"

I handed him his port. "Don't be silly, it was amazing and of course I am
up for it... It is just that I am more than twice your age."

Lillis took a sip of his port, "That doesn't matter to me."

I smiled at him, "Lillis, you are an amazing chap. Do you know what the
saddest thing about getting older is?"

He shook his head.

I reached out for his hand; he stood. I looked into his youthful eyes and
stroked his soft beautiful skin. "On the inside, in my head, I am still a
teenager just like you, it is just my body that is letting me down."

Lillis watched me and then slowly the corners of his mouth curled up into a
grin, "Well, you had better be gentle with me then, daddy." He winked.

"You are so going to get it!"

He burst out laughing and dashed for the bedroom door and vanished into my
bedroom.

*

I quickly bolted the main door to my room and headed into the bedroom
myself. Lillis was naked, his head raised up on some pillows, his firm,
muscled body reclining on top of the bedspread. He grinned, "I thought you
had got lost, grandad!"

I stood, slowly striping off my clothes, my eyes drinking in his beautiful
body. It hadn't registered the other night that he had such a dusting of
hair over his chest. I loved chest hair. It gradually came together from
his pecs, thickening into a central column in the middle of his torso from
where it plunged downwards, getting ever darker and thicker to his navel.

Lillis' eyes were fixed on me. Momentarily, we made eye contact, we both
smiled. I couldn't help myself. I licked my lips at the sight of his young
cock. It was iron stiff; it wasn't huge, not like Forts or Duke, but still
a nice six uncut inches. The magical thing about it was the thickness, it
was thick as my arse could testify from the other night. His cock rose up
proudly out of his thick patch of dark pubes, two heavy eggs rested below
on his slightly spread thighs.

I must have been staring, his cock bounced, I looked up into his face; he
giggled and patted the side of the bed next to him. "Come on, grandad, I
will go gently on you."

I slid off my underwear. My cock was already hard, sadly, though nowhere
near as stiff as his. "Grandad? You cheeky fucker. Just you wait until I
hobble over there."

He laughed and rolled on to his front, spinning round on all fours so he
was presenting me with the vision of his spread arse. He waggled it at me,
his balls and cock swinging seductively between his slightly spread
legs. He smiled round at me, "Will this make you go any faster?"

My burst of speed took him by surprise. He tried to dodge my hand, but
failed, I gripped my fingers around his hanging meat and squeezed. His
heavy balls and stiff cock were now at my mercy. "What was it you were
saying, my lord?" I whispered in his ear as I stretched across his back.

He let out a moan of pleasure as I tightened my grip, "I think you have got
me." He chuckled again.

I sat back on my calves, my fingers releasing their grip on his ball sac,
but instead sliding to grip his iron cock shaft. I milked his fat shaft
gently. His foreskin clicked as it slid back and forth in the oozing precum
his young shaft was producing. God, he felt and smelt good. I leant down
and kissed each of his muscled, furry arse cheeks.

Lillis had a small thicker patch of dark hair just above the split of his
arse cheeks. Like on his chest, it seemed to thicken, the closer it got to
the crack before it vanished down between his firm cheeks. I couldn't
resist it, I pushed my nose into the dank hairy crack and breathed in
deeply. Fireworks exploded in my head. I don't care where you are from,
this was, New Year's Eve, the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, and Bonfire
night all rolled into one. My cock lurched and a spurt of precum shot out
on to the bedding; hey not bad for a forty-six-year-old. I was rather
pleased with the old boy and myself.

As if the smell wasn't good enough, I had to taste him. I plunged my tongue
into the coarse dark forest. My time to groan, I forced my tongue in
deeper. His teenage arse sweat coated my tongue, sending my heartbeat
racing. I let go of his cock and both hands went to his arse cheeks,
pulling them further apart, I wanted more. Within seconds, the tip of my
tongue was flicking over the fleshy ripples leading to his hole. As my
tongue ferreted about, one of Lillis' hands joined mine, roughly hauling
his arse cheeks even wider apart. He gasped, "Fuck Monty, that's
incredible."

I continued to lick and kiss his hole, alternating between gentle pecks and
full on frenchies. Lillis ground himself back on to me, moaning, his inner
whore taking over. He had dropped his head to the mattress, and was now
using his spare hand to furiously beat his meat. As soon as I realised, I
knocked his hand away. He groaned, "Please, fuck, I need to cum."

I moved to grip his balls and shaft again, "Why are you in a hurry? What's
your rush? Haven't you heard the joke about the two bulls, one old and one
young?"

He groaned as I tightened my grip on his meat again, his cock now dribbling
a near constant stream of precum over my fingers. "No, what about them?"

I kissed his now bulging balls; Christ, they were big. "Well, they see a
field of cows and the young bull says, 'Let's rush down and fuck one.' The
old bull shakes his head, 'No let's walk down, take all day, and shag them
all'."

Lillis groaned again as I moved one of my hands to grip round his balls and
the other concentrated on wanking his shaft. I kissed his back, "Let's take
our time."

Another groan, "But I need to cum, look at me, I am dripping like a tap."

He was. I helped him roll on to his back, his firm, furry thighs fell open,
completely exposing his meat to me. I dropped my open mouth on to his teen
dick, my fingers rolling his foreskin back off the head. The taste was
meaty, with just a hint of salt, nature's flavour enhancer. I milked from
the base of his shaft up to the head, precum poured out of his cocklips
onto the exposed head, I lapped it up, to groans and an upward grinding of
his hips.

I couldn't stop myself, this young stud was driving me crazy. I wanked and
sucked his cock. His fingers alternated between gripping my hair to
gripping the bedclothes. "Oh, shit Monty, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, fuck,
ugh" His cock tensed and to my tongue it felt like he was about to fire his
huge balls up his shaft into my mouth. He thrust upward, his balls tightly
clenching the root of his thick cock, and my mouth was rapidly flooded with
jet after jet of thick, tasty teen cum.

My taste buds erupted, I didn't want to swallow it away, but I had too, his
cock kept going. Grunt, spurt, ugh, grunt, spurt, ugh, grunt, spurt,
ugh. Lillis was now writhing on the mattress, below me, his cock, which I
refused to let go of, still twitching in my mouth. As he settled, I milked
up from the base once more, pleased to extract that last of his load. I
pulled off his cock, my mouth full of young cum; Oh, to be able to cum like
that again. I held the remains of his load in my mouth until I was forced
to swallow it, my own saliva adding to it threatened to overwhelm me. I let
it slowly slid down my throat, thick cream and dreamy.

I sat back and looked at him. "Monty, that was fucking amazing."

I nodded, "I'm glad." I glanced away.

Lillis grabbed my hand, "What is it?" I made to get up, his grip tightened
on my wrist. "Monty?"

"Hey, I am just being silly and selfish. I was hoping you would fuck me
again. I really enjoyed that."

Lillis smiled, "Where are you off to then? Remember, young bulls can cum
lots of times. Come back here." He patted the mattress next to him, then
gripped his balls and cock, "This and these will be ready again in a few
minutes. Come and kiss me."

I clambered back on to the bed. He pulled me to him, I stared into his
eyes, "This is crazy, I am twice your age, if not more."

He grinned, always the comedian, "Teach me everything you know, Grandad."

He flinched as I grabbed his cock. Another smile, "Shouldn't we kiss and
cuddle first?"

How could I say no? He rolled on top of me, his eager tongue as hard as his
cock, pushed deep into my mouth. The feel of his youthful skin set mine
tingling. He was so soft, yet he was nearly a man, the hair on his body,
silky smooth. Sadly, in a few more years, it would be coarse like bristles.

Lillis eased my legs apart with his knees. Instinctively, my thighs rose
and wrapped around his lower back, just perched on the curve of his bum.

"Will your hips be okay up like that?"

"You cheeky fucker, I am forty, not sixty!".

He had such a beautiful smile; in many ways he was so like Forts. He
grinned at me as my face showed I could feel his hard cock once more. Fuck,
what powered this guy?

I patted his back, "Hey, tiger, you are going to need some lube."

He grinned and grabbed for his sporran. He flicked it open and pulled out a
small scrunched tube of KY. I chuckled as he waved it at me, "You are a
regular boy scout aren't you? Are you always this prepared?"

He put his fingers together and gave the boy scout salute, "Dib, Dib, Dib."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Looks like it has had some use too."

He grinned, "Well, I have to keep practicing." He paused and his grin grew
wider, "Especially when I have to service the old timers."

I had barely said the words, "I haven't noticed much servicing going on,"
when he smeared some of the contents on to his fingers and transferred it
to my arse. I let out a gasp, it felt so cold, plus I think my hole was
still tender and recovering after Forts and Lillis had fucked me the other
night.

His finger eased into me, his eyes not leaving mine as I bit my lip. He
smiled, "Thank you... I really wanted to do this again."

I closed my eyes as a second finger pushed into me, letting out an
involuntary moan. His finger opened me up with a skill I had never found in
anyone his age before. Castle Fraser School must have had a lot on its
curriculum and he had been diligently practicing.

He sat back and then shuffled forward, his hand gripping my thighs. They
slid down to my calves as he lifted my legs higher. I felt his wet cockhead
kiss my hole. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, biting my lip as he eased in his cockhead. My arse opened for him
willingly. I chuckled to myself, it could have seemed less willing. As soon
as my legs relaxed, he pushed forward again, his eyes not leaving my
face. Fuck, how did a boy his age know how to fuck this well?

Another inch, a wink and another inch. Like I have said, his dick was
nowhere near as long as Forts, but it was every bit as thick. I
giggled. Lillis stopped. "What is it? Am I not doing it right?"

"Oh, my friend, quite the contrary, I was just thinking you are as thick as
one of the Coca Cola bottle the yanks have."

Then he was smiling again, "I bet you could take one of them too." He
fucked his hips forward, making me gasp again.

"Well, we are never going to find out. Not while your cock is available."

He smiled again and began a steady fucking rhythm, his large balls slapping
freely against my arse. "Is it okay to kiss you again?"

"Of course it is!" I slipped my hands up from his arse cheeks to his back
and pulled him forward. Our lips met again and our tongues rolled in each
other's mouths.

We fucked like this for a few minutes, I could tell his breathing was
getting more ragged. "Monty, I'm going to cccuuuummm."

His cock thickened and pulsed deep inside me. He collapsed forward across
me, his cock twinging in my hole. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cum so
quick."

I kissed his head, "Well, you don't get to leave until I do."

He gave me another beaming smile, "Give me a couple of minutes."

The miracle of youth. I smiled, "Hey, we have all day!"

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