Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 08:53:28 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156h 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. ******* I smiled, so the rumours I had overheard were true, not that it bothered me in the slightest. Forts gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head. "Good night Freddy." "Good night, Forts." Forts reached over and turned the light off. I breathed in deeply as I smelt his hairy manly armpit; mmmmmm. I snuggled down, my four-inch rock hard cock now tenting the sheets covering me. ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 156h Part 156h minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Captain Tim Krueger – (Tim/Captain Krueger/Krugs) US Army. Captain of South African Boer heritage. Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Forts and Davy's security team. Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs old. Grandson of the King of Denmark. Judge Barnaby McHake – (His Honour - Judge McHake/Barnaby/Barny) Martin Mantby – (Mantby/Martin) 2nd officer on board the RMS Queen Elizabeth. Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge law graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. Now Forts and Davy's secretary. ** Robert takes up the story I didn't sleep a wink. The roll of the ship and the throb of the engines had sent Dima off into the land of nod almost immediately, but not me. I lay staring into nothingness, just the blackness surrounding me in the cabin, my hands tightly gripping the edge of my bunk. Waiting, waiting, waiting, constantly checking the glowing hands of my watch in anticipation of the next violent turn. How couldn't Dima feel the heave and jarring of the ship? As every thirty minutes, it violently changed course as we zigzagged through the moonless blackness?. With each turn, it felt as if the ship would shake itself to pieces as it collided and crashed into the oncoming waves. My heart had sunk when Mantby had said before leaving us for the night, "It could get a bit choppy later, there is a weather front coming in." Dima had winked at me and mouthed, "We won't even feel it in a ship this size." It showed how much he knew, and as for Mantby's, 'A BIT BLOODY CHOPPY!' I hated them both right now. I began to feel even more nauseous. It didn't help that there was no fresh air. No light from outside, we weren't even allowed to have the portholes in the cabin open. I had actually checked them earlier, but discovered the heavy metal interior covers had all been welded shut. I pointed it out to Mantby. He had smiled and nodded, "Yes, that was done after some idiot left his open, and his cabin light on all night. It was lucky we weren't sent to the bottom." He had smiled sagely, "The German U-boaters eat carrots too, you know." Well, there was a comforting thought before bed, and a nice reference to the wartime posters about British pilots eating carrots to help them see in the dark. All I hoped was that the Captain and lookouts did too. The ship rolled violently again. I tensed my body and pressed myself up against the creaking steel bulkhead. Yes, steel bulkhead. Mantby had explained that all the ship's finery had been ripped out back to the bare steel to help lighten it and increase its speed. I was beginning to think that Mantby's job was to fill us with doom. And, so much for Forts being upset that Dima and I had gotten to go on the RMS Queen Elizabeth before him, he was welcome to this. My body was sweating, and my heart was racing. I closed my eyes tightly in silent prayer, "Please God, I don't want to drown like a rat". My stomach leapt into my mouth as the ship seemed to take a huge plunge. Once more, my body tensed in terror, my fingers instinctively gripped the bunk even tighter. "Dima, are you awake? ... Dima...? ...Dima." Nothing, my eyes filled with tears. It was no good, I climbed out of my bed and quickly clambered up the small wooden ladder to the top bunk. "Dima, Dima, wake up... Can I sleep with you?" I didn't wait for an answer. I doubt I would have gotten one anyway apart from his light snoring. I clambered in beside him. There was barely room enough for us both. I spooned back against him, pressing as close to him as I could. He let out a groan, and I felt his arm come round me and he kissed my head, mumbling, "Oh hello, are you okay?" "I am now." ** James takes up the story Forts was sitting and having breakfast with Freddy when I arrived. Duke smiled at me and raised his eyes. "You will have your hands full with that one." I winked, "Forts or Freddy?" Duke grinned and nodded, "Good point." I left him and approached the table, "Good morning, Forts, Freddy." Freddy gave me a friendly little wave and carried on munching on his toast. Forts smiled and winked. "Morning James... Have you heard any more about Dima, Robert and William?" "Only that the ship sailed. No one will tell me anything more until it arrives safely in America." Forts nodded, "How long did they say the journey will take again?" "They mentioned five to six days, Forts." Freddy's mouth was full of toast as he spoke. "Who is Dima? That name sounds Russian." Forts tapped his nose, "Well, Mr Nosey Parker, Dima, is Prince Dimitri Chikenoff. He is another one of my cousins. He is also a Russian Prince... And one of my closest friends." Freddy carried on eating his toast. He took another bite, "So, he will be one of my relatives too then. What's he going to America for?" I coughed. Forts looked at me and nodded. I knew there was nothing to worry about with young Freddy, but the wartime poster, 'Careless Talk Costs Lives,' filled my head. Forts winked at me, and turning to Freddy, tapped his nose again. Forts used his napkin and turned to me, "So, James, what have you for me today?" I glanced at Freddy and approached Forts, "This arrived for you, Your Imperial Highness." I handed him the envelope that had been left at reception for him. Forts took it, his eyes fixed on mine. "You opened it, I see." "Yes, I did. It is from Barny." Forts nodded and swallowed as he opened the envelope. Freddy looked up, "Who's Barny?" Forts tapped his nose again. Freddy pouted. "It's not fair, I don't get told anything." "Shush a minute, not everything is about you." Forts quickly read the note. It was an invitation to lunch at a Private Gentlemen's club in Piccadilly at around 12noon. Barny had added a postscript saying, 'he hoped Forts could make it'. Forts looked at me and then folded the note. He nodded, "Make sure Darius is aware and the police... James, I would like you to accompany me, please." I nodded, my smile returning. I wasn't sure if I was going to be invited or not; the note didn't mention anyone else, but I was determined I was going, anyway. Forts' invitation to me removed any possibility of another argument between us about Barny. "Where are we going?" Freddy politely dabbed his napkin to his mouth. Forts beamed, chuckling, "What are you like? We are not going anywhere. I have to go out, you will be staying here with Albert." "But." Forts ruffled Freddy's blond hair again. "Nope, that's final, you are staying here... James, can you see what Brenda and Count Samara are doing today? I am sure they would love the company of little Prince Freddy here." "Yes, Your Imperial Majesty." I followed my words up with a head bow and a wink to a grinning Forts, as Freddy folded his arms and huffed. "It's not fair!" Forts chuckled, "There you have just learnt a lesson already. Life is not fair... Now, please, I want you to behave. We can have some fun when I get back... Alright?" Freddy nodded, his bottom lip sticking out. Forts winked at him, "Right, how about you going through and having a shower and getting dressed, while I speak to James some more?" "Allllrrrriiiggghht." Dragging his feet like a typical teenager, Freddy headed off into the bedroom. * Forts waited until Freddy had vanished into the bedroom before speaking. "Are we still on track to head back home tomorrow?" I shook my head, "Well, Forts, Mishcon has asked you to delay your leaving for another day. There are some bankers he wants you to meet. Mishcon thinks it could be advantageous to you." Forts sighed. "Okay, but that's it. After that, I am going back home." I bowed. "Forts." ** Davy takes up the story What was I thinking last night? God! I loved Forts, not Tim, err, Captain Krueger. I had so very nearly fucked things up irreconcilably. Once I was back in our apartment, I had sat and spilled my heart out and the beans to Tobias. He had sat listening to me. Not a word of condemnation or judgement, only a reassuring hug when I stood to go back to bed. * "Your breakfast, Your Grace." "WHO?" I glanced up under my fringe. Marcus smiled, "Sorry... Davy." He put down the plate. It looked really tasty: two homemade sausages, bacon, a slice of fried Haggis, two eggs and a fried slice. "I will just get some more tea," and he vanished back into the butler's pantry. I noticed movement from the corner of my eye as I was joined by Radost and Nadya, they both sat at my feet drooling and looking up at me with big puppy eyes. "No, this is mine, not yours." I glanced up as the main door opened. "Good morning, Davy!" "Oh, hi, Chris." "Still in your dressing gown I see." Chris sniffed the air and came over to peer at my plate, "I thought I could smell sausages. Did you save some for me?" I chuckled, "You are worse than these two." I playfully shook my fist at Radost and Nadya. "Chris, I am sure Marcus will be able to conjure up some for you, too." Chris clapped both of the dogs, "Ahh, is Mr Fatty not sharing?" Standing, Chris smiled and grabbed one of my sausages off the plate and began to munch on it. "Mmmm, lovely. You don't mind, do you? I will give you one of mine..." He then dipped it into my fried egg yolk. "Oi, Chris!" He grinned as he ate the sausage, "Calm down, I will give you a dip in my egg too!" He winked at me, "Actually, I half expected to find Tim here in his dressing gown with you this morning." "WHY?!" I snapped at him... Christ, did he know? Chris finished off the last bit of his sausage. "Hey, don't be so touchy. I am joking." I exhaled, mumbling. "Well, it's not funny." I stuffed a piece of bacon into my mouth. God, did he know? What was it my mum always used to say to me as a boy, 'Be sure your sins will find you out!' Thankfully, Marcus reappeared with my tea. "Oh, good morning Chris." Chris grinned at him, "Good morning, Marcus... Err Davy said you might be able to magic up a nice breakfast for me too?" Marcus nodded, "I am sure I can manage that." "Great, three sausages; I owe Davy one, some bacon and two eggs please... Oh, and do you have any toast?" Marcus shook his head, grinning. So did I, "You never were backward in coming forward, Chris. But hang on, that will mean you have one more sausage than me." Chris grinned, "I don't know..." Chris chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief, "Thank goodness you are going to be an English teacher and not a mathematics one." I sat, just checking my adding, before I could say anything, he winked and smiled, reaching for the cup Marcus had just put down. "Oh, tea." "Hey Chris, that's mine too!" He took a slurp from the cup and winked. "Sharesies." I shook my head, "I know, you will let me have a slurp of yours." Marcus had barely left us again when the door opened and Tim Krueger poked his head into the room. He grinned, "Morning Davy, Chris... Room for a big one?" My stomach turned over. I nodded, "Please Tim, join us. Oh, by the way, I think you will find the correct term is 'room for a little one'?" Tim winked at me, "Now Davy, there's the problem, there's nothing little about me." I looked away and mumbled into my breakfast. "No, so I heard." I hated myself for being catty. What was wrong with me? Tim hadn't heard me, but Chris had, he mumbled, a smile still fixed on his face, "That includes your head." Marcus' head popped back round his door. I caught his eye, "Oh Marcus..." I nodded towards Tim. Marcus winked, "I am on it." And he was gone again. * Tim joined us at the table. I felt his eyes studying me. I glanced towards him as his hand reached out and touched mine. I tensed and looked straight at him. His expression changed. He mouthed, "Is everything okay?" I bit my lip and nodded. He could see from my face it wasn't. Why was I so mad at him for last night? How can I be jealous of whoever was with him, too? After all, I have Forts, the love of my life, don't I? He hesitated, "Davy, if you have no other plans, I thought, if you wanted, we could take the boys out riding today? It would be nice for me to get to know them all a bit better." I felt Chris' eyes on me. I swallowed, "Yes, we could do that, Chris, can you join us? You know how much I hate those bloody animals." Chris nodded, "Sure, I would love to." I didn't look back at Tim. I knew his eyes were still fixed on me, I could feel them. His hand reached for mine again, once more I moved mine away. I was aware Tim had sat back in his chair. "I thought you would love horses like Forts. Well, we are going to have to get you comfortable in the saddle for a hard ride, before he gets back." I nearly choked. Brazenly, Tim continued, "You ride, don't you, Chris?" Chris nodded, "Yes, I love it too." Tim smiled, or was it a smirk? Marcus reappeared with two plates. Tim rubbed his stomach and pulled his chair closer to the table, "Ah, Great... Breakfast, best meal of the day!" ** Forts takes up the story Freddy was being a typical teenager. I could tell he wasn't happy that he wasn't coming with me, and like most teenagers, he didn't even try to hide his annoyance. He sat stony faced on my bed, watching as I first showered and was then helped to dress by Albert. I couldn't help feeling young Freddy was watching me closely the whole time, especially as I dried myself after my shower. Finally, naked, I had repeated my monkey impression from last night, to lots of giggles, but his eyes now seemed to have another focus. As soon as I was dressed, I turned to him. "How do I look?" "Very smart... You have more of those diamond star things than my grandfather." I laughed. "Come on, I want you to meet Brenda, Davy's mum, and my close friend, Stepan, His Excellency, the Count of Samara." "He sounds Russian too!" I led Freddy by the shoulders, "He is... So am I." He looked round at me, "Is he another relative?" "No, just a dear friend." * As we entered the sitting room, Brenda gave a curtsey, and Stepan bowed his head. "Your Imperial Highness." I shook my head, "Pardon?" Samara gave me a wink and turned to Freddy. Then, speaking in perfect Danish, he bowed. "And you must be His Highness Prince Frederick, Nikolai, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, the Count of Monpezat." Freddy glanced up at me, beaming. He turned back to Samara, "You speak Danish?" "I do Prince, as a boy, probably around your age, I used to visit Denmark often." It was now Brenda's turn; she curtseyed to Freddy. "Your Highness, it is a pleasure to meet you." Freddy stiffened and gave a head bow of acknowledgement, "Thank you." You could hear the joy in his voice. I turned to Freddy, "Now, from now on, both Brenda and Count Samara are going to call you Freddy, I insist on it. I am not having them feeling as if they should be grovelling to you all day." "But?" "Freddy, Nope." Samara said something else to Freddy in Danish, both of them laughed. I wondered what it was he had said. Anyhow, I felt a lot more comfortable now, leaving young Freddy with them. In fact, now that he had someone to speak Danish with, I think I may have had to drag him with me. I turned to James, "Are we all ready?" "Yes Forts." I ruffled Freddy's hair again, "Now, you behave yourself and do what Brenda and Stepan say, I won't be too long." Samara stepped towards me, "Oh Forts, I got what you asked, it looks amazing." I smiled, "Great, thank you. I will look at it when I get back." * Darius and Duke met James and me in the corridor and together we went down to the foyer. We had hardly made it out of the lift when we were intercepted by the hotel manager, he bowed stiffly. "Allow me to escort you outside to your vehicle, Your Imperial Highness." I nodded, "Thank you," and then walked with him out to the waiting limousine. Andrei was going to be driving us again. I smiled at James when I saw the waiting police motorcycles. Within twenty minutes we were in Piccadilly and with the police motorcycles now at a standstill, Andrei stopped the vehicle so we could make our way into the club. He would then park the car securely nearby and wait with it. Darius, Duke and James stood close by me as we made our way into the building. A liveried doorman opened the glass and gilt door and welcomed us inside. Barny came towards us, meeting us in the club's grand entrance lobby. "Drageon, oh sorry, Your Imperial Highness." He bowed as he beamed, "You made it. I am so pleased. Darius, we meet again." Darius nodded. Barny continued, "But I don't know these two gentlemen." Barny glanced at James and then Duke. "Barny, this is the Viscount Tilney, my equerry, and this fine chap is Duke, another member of my security team... Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce you to His Honour Judge Barnaby McHake." Barny looked so happy at my introduction. Everyone shook hands, "Gentlemen, please call me Barny, all my friends do. Please, follow me, I have reserved the private dining room." Barny led us all into the main seating salon. It was beautiful, gilt wood, beautiful portraits, heavy dark green leather armchairs, and sumptuous carpets. I noticed Barny pull a scrap of paper from his pocket and quickly scan it, his lips moved silently. He stopped just inside the door and cleared his throat before addressing the occupants of the room. "Excuse me gentlemen, I beg your indulgence, please allow me to introduce a visitor joining us today." Several faces turned towards us. Barny continued, "A very dear friend, His Imperial Highness and Sovereign Heir, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov. A Prince of the Blood Imperial. I am sure you will all join me in welcoming him to our establishment." The several gentlemen in the room stood and clapped politely. Then bowed as we passed, each saying, "Your Imperial Highness." I nodded back, mouthing "Thank you" to each of them. I could feel those several sets of eyes didn't leave me as we headed to the private dining area. I winked at Barny; "I feel like we are back at that private party with everyone checking me out." He chuckled, "Oh, I so wish we were. Thinking about it, none of them here would say no if we were." * The private dining area was equally lavishly appointed. Two uniformed members of staff showed James, Barny and me to a very grand-looking table and Darius and Duke to a smaller one, just inside the door. I waited until we were all alone. I stood, "Barny, can I have a hug?" His face lit up, and he nodded, a small tear forming in the corner of his eye. "Yes, please, I would like that very much, I can't believe you remembered." I smiled, "I think we are both huggers." * The lunch was lovely. Even James started to relax and enjoy himself. That was the worst thing about all this, everyone wanted to hate Barny, but he was such a nice chap, it was impossible to do so. After the meal, the three of us sat in some easy chairs. James leant forward, "So Barny, there is something I can't understand, surely you saw the pictures of his Imperial Highness, our Forts, in all the papers? They drive Davy crazy." Barny smiled, "Poor Davy, I know why... Well actually, I did see them, but I didn't believe it could possibly be the same boy. James, you will have to remember when I saw Drageon last, he was younger and not dressed in all his finery like he is now. Then, the papers spoke of him being married and even showed photographs of him carrying a small boy." James mumbled, nodding, "That will be His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke, Draco." Barny paused and turned to me, "So you really were married, Drageon?" I shook my head, "No, it's a long story. Remind me to tell you about it sometime," I chuckled. Barny's eyes watched me. "Actually Drageon, I do have another confession." James tensed as Barny reached for his nearby briefcase. He took out a large brown envelope and handed it to me. I swallowed, "Please don't say it's more pictures of me?" Barny nodded. "It is. Well, I know that now." James whispered, "Forts, I can deal with this." My stomach turned over. Barny saw the colour drain from my face along with my smile. "Oh, Drageon, please, they are not like that." He chuckled, "James was just asking me if I had seen all the pictures of you in the papers. Like I said, I had, but couldn't believe they were you, the same boy I had met... But I kept them all the same. How could my sweet street urchin be a royal prince?" I opened the envelope. It contained a scrapbook, just like the one Davy had compiled. I leafed through it, my smiling face beamed out from each page, in each picture it seemed I had a different lady on my arm. Barny fleetingly touched my hand, "See, nothing to worry about. Although I can tell why Davy gets upset. I wanted to give you the scrapbook, too. I meant to give you it the other night... I don't need it anymore." "Barny you frightened the bloody life out of me." I stretched over and hugged him again, "Thank you for this. I agree now we are back in touch, you won't need it, you can see my ugly face whenever you want." Barny smiled, his eyes filled with love. He reached for my hand again, squeezing my fingers, "You are far from ugly...You are the most beaut..." He paused, recovering himself, he smiled again. "I would like that very much, Drageon. I am so pleased your words mean this won't be our last meeting." I felt James' eyes now on me. I smiled at Barny, "No, I am frequently in London now it seems, but, I hope you will accept my invitation to come up to our home, Pittodrie House. I would very much like you to meet Davy and Draco, Andrew, and Arran, too." Barny gasped, "YOU have three children?" I laughed, "No, only Draco is mine by blood. Davy and I adopted Arran, and Andrew is Davy's younger brother, he lives with us... It's safer..." * We all sat laughing and chatting until nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, when James reminded me of my promise to young Freddy. Sadly, I had to agree, Barny and I had one last hug and I repeated my invitation to Pittodrie. If I am honest, I think we both had tears in our eyes as we parted. ** Dima takes up the story I sat bolt upright on my bunk at the sound of a crash from somewhere on the ship. It sounded really close. Robert jumped up, too. With his hand gripping me, he asked, "What was that?" "I don't know, hang on." I flicked on the little light next to my bed, listening intently, but there were no further unusual sounds. My smile was overtaken by a yawn, "Didn't Mantby say we would be heading into a storm? It's probably just something broken loose." I cocked my head, poor Robert looked so worried. "See, no warning claxons. We're not sinking." "That is not funny on so many levels, Dima." Robert was as white as a sheet. I kissed him, "I'm sorry. You're not enjoying this trip very much so far, are you?" Robert's lips pursed and trembled, and I saw him shake his head, his eyes glistening. He blubbed out, "Dima, I'm frightened, I don't want to drown," as he began to sob into my chest. "Hey, come on, we are not going to drown." I hugged him tighter. "I will, I can't swim." "Robert, stop it, we are not going to sink. This is the biggest and fastest passenger vessel afloat, we are all perfectly safe." Robert's tear-filled eyes looked up at me, "That's what they said about the Titanic." There wasn't really an answer to that. I kissed his head, "You are soppy, but I love you so much. Shall I get something to steady your nerves? I have a little hipflask in my jacket pocket." I shuffled forward, reaching to the corner of the bed where my jacket hung. "Here it is." I pulled off the little silver cap cum cup and filled it to the brim, "Here, drink this." He didn't need to be asked twice. Robert quickly down the brown liquid. He pulled a face, "God, what's that?" I chuckled, "I don't know. It was in the hotel room on the sideboard, in a decanter. Do you want another?" Robert grinned and nodded. I had a couple too. It wasn't long before we were both feeling that warm tingling feeling. I lay with my arms round him, there wasn't a lot of room in this bunk bed for both of us. I squeezed him again, "Are you feeling a bit better?" Robert nodded, "Thanks to you." I kissed his head, "You see, now I have a problem." Robert looked up at me, "What?" "Well, it's your fault, lying here next to you..." Grinning, I glanced down at my groin. My cock was tenting the sheets. "See." Precisely at that moment, the ship took a great lunged forward as it crested and descended a huge wave. As it looked like he would fall out of the bunk I grabbed for Robert and for one of the leather loops hanging from the ceiling above us. He let out a screech as he grabbed hold of me. I hauled him on top of me, using the loop for leverage. Thankfully, the ship levelled itself out again. Robert had his eyes shut tightly, holding on to me. I have to confess, that had given me quite a turn, too. I could feel my hard cock was pressed hard against him. I started to chuckle, "Come on, open your eyes. We are perfectly safe. And look, I have discovered what these leather loops are for." Robert glanced up at the hoops. His hand reached for my turgid, throbbing cock under the covers, he gave it a squeeze. He giggled, "Do you think we could get my feet through those hoops?" He squeezed my cock again, "We could have some fun." I had to laugh. I pulled him closer, "We could try, this is not going to go down on its own." I waggled my cock again, The ship took another plunge, this time Robert, laughing manically, cried out, "Wee!" It must have been the alcohol and no food. "Well, that proves it then," he giggled, "It ain't the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean." "Sorry?" He kissed me. "God I love you, I am having a joke, you humourless Russian." Confused, I shook my head, "I don't get it." Robert kissed me again, "Don't worry, not many people will. I hope to, though." Bloody English double entrendres, "Do you mean my cock?" I gripped it and waggled it at him. "Yes, in a way. But you kinda buck the whole small boat, motion of the ocean thing with this monster." Robert gripped my cock again. I had no idea what he was talking about. "Now you have totally lost me." Robert grinned, "Dima, shut up, and make love to me with your donkey dick." "Ah, now I know what you are talking about! I can do that. Are we going to try to get your ankles in the loops?" It sounded like a great idea until I imagined myself being found by Mantby knocked out on the floor, the ship having taken an unexpected plunge again, and then Robert being found dangling naked by the ankles as the storm raged around us. "Maybe, we should just use my body weight to hold you down." Robert grinned. "You spoil sport." * Despite the cramped conditions on the top bunk, we both managed, with the help of the loops, to strip off completely and lie together on top of the covers. I even managed to grab some lube, to ease my way in. I waggled the tube at him and went to turn off the little electric light, but he stopped me. "Can we leave the light on?" I nodded. I clambered on top of him. Robert spread his legs to welcome me. His eyes were full of love. I was so pleased he was a lot calmer now. He was even laughing as the ship pitched and rolled. Even calling out, "Ye ha, go for it stud!" then another peel of laughter, "Oh, it was the ship." I gave him one of my stares. I pressed my lips to his, mumbling, "I love you." He returned my smile, "I love you too." We were both hard. I could feel Robert's hard five-and-a-half-inch uncut cock pressing against my own fat eight inches. Robert loved how my cock had been cut just like Forts'. The only real difference between Forts and me was that Forts was like a gorilla with all his body hair; he must have gotten mine too. I had the sparsest of hairs making up my treasure trail; Forts' blacked out the sun. I nibbled on Robert's neck. He moaned beautifully. I sank my teeth into his skin, he only moaned deeper. His legs slipped round my waist and pulled me closer against him. His fingers ran up and down my back, sending tingles all over me before they settled on my arse cheeks. They gripped me tightly, holding me as I ground my groin into him. Our hard shafts duelled against each other sliding over each other in the precum that was now leaking from us both. I moved my mouth to his nipples and alternated between them, playing a game of nipping and licking, him never sure what I was about to do. "Please Dima, make love to me." He moaned. I sat back on my knees and reached for the tube of lube beside us. I rested between his legs, smiling down at him, trying to avoid bashing my head on the ceiling. I loved him so much. I smeared my shaft with lube and screwed the cap back on. I winked and shuffled forward, his legs tightening behind me, pulling me forward once more. I lined up my cockhead. Thank goodness Robert was now used to it. When we had first met, the size of it both excited and terrified him. I was about to lean forward when the ship took another lunge forward. I scrabbled for one of the roof straps; missed and fell forward, burying my full eight inches balls deep inside him in one swift, uncontrolled movement. He let out the most delicious sound, a cross between a moan and a cry. His legs snapped tight behind me, "Fuck Dima." I grinned into his eyes, "Oops. Is that what you meant by the motion of the ocean?" He giggled, his pained expression vanishing in an instant. "Well, now you're in, you can fuck me until I see the Stars and Stripes of America." The flared head of my glans dragged back and forth inside him. He gasped and moaned at each thrust as it passed over his man nut. His fingers dug into my back, his pleasure becoming mine. My balls alternated between noisily slapping and grinding against him. I moved my hands to help stretch his arse wider, allowing me deeper. Robert was panting, gasping, crying out, finally, he shouted, "Oh Dima, I am gonna cum." I smiled down at him. I loved how vocal our lovemaking had become now. Our stomachs had been pressed together the whole time, his cock trapped between us as the stimulation built, until with his foreskin fully retracted and his bellend exposed and thoroughly coated in precum, he couldn't hold off any longer. "Oh, fuck yes!" I giggled and shushed him, after all, Davy's dad, William, was just next door. He nodded, gasped, "Oh, sorry", and sank his teeth into my neck, groaning and moaning into me as his cock spewed out his load between us. His sphincter tightened and gripped the base of my shaft. I was desperate to hold off... The ship plunged downwards again, riding the crest of the Atlantic swell. I slid forward deeper in to his warm wet arse, tingling pleasure fired off in my cock and my balls gave up their fight. I felt them tighten and my cum racing up my shaft. I gave a loud grunt with each spurt that splattered his insides, coating them with my hot, milky load. We lay tightly together, kissing and stroking. The ship seemed suddenly strangely silent, even the wind seemed to have died down. Robert nudged me and whispered, "Listen!" I cocked my head, there was a low slapping noise. Robert giggled and nodded towards the bulkhead. The slapping stopped, and a groan followed. Robert whispering, "Did William just beat off listening to us?" ********************** 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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