Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2024 21:05:38 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 157a

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It held two photographs side by side. In the one, Forts was resplendent in
his uniform as the Colonel in Chief of the 'Imperial Regiment of the Life
Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky'. The other side showed a casually dressed Forts,
from the waist up, laughing, and giving one of his devastating smiles. The
dedication on it read.

'To Barny, I can never thank you enough for everything! With all my love
and affection, always. Your Forts! xx'


**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 157a

Part 157a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:


Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 16yr old Orphan now staying at Downe
House.

Landers – Rob (Landers/Rob) Nineteen-year-old. Works in kitchens at
Castle Fraser. Partner of Mr Duncan.

Mathews – (Matty) 16yrs. Castle Fraser pupil - 3rd year.

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

Abigale Fairweather – (Abigale/Abby/Miss Fairweather) 24yrs old. Works
for Mishcon. Acting as Forts' and Davy's secretary while Robert is in the
US.

Brenda Thomas – (Mum/Brenda) Davy and Andrew's Mum. Thirty-eight years
old - House Mum (nee Davidson)

Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs
old. Grandson of the King of Denmark.

Thomas William – (Mr Thomas, William) Davy's Dad – Forty years old,
civil servant.

Martin Mantby – (Mantby/Martin) 29yrs old. 2nd officer on board the RMS
Queen Elizabeth.

Robin Little – (Robin) 17yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom
for Forts and Davy.

Cailin – (Cailin)_ 18yrs old. Now one of Forts' and Davy's
grooms. Previously one of the King's stable boys at Balmoral.

**

Davy takes up the story

Lillis hadn't spoken a word. I had managed to stop the bleeding from his
nose and was pretty sure it wasn't broken. He was now standing at attention
in front of Athol's desk, his body still shaking from the adrenaline
coursing through his veins following the altercation in the dining room. He
stood, his eyes glassy, resolutely staring forwards, while we waited for
Athol to arrive.

Maybe the silence got to him, but finally he turned to me. "I have really
fucked up Mr Thomas, haven't I?"

I nodded my head. I was really surprised that Lillis had lost it like
this. He had really calmed down and taken to the role of head boy well
leading to him being well respected by all the boys and masters alike. I
swallowed, "Do you want to tell me what happened before Mr MacDonald gets
here?"

Lillis bit his lips and looked at the floor. "Why did he have to flaunt it
in front of me, Mr Thomas? I really like Jones, and Mathews is supposed to
be my friend."

"Lillis, I am afraid you are going to have to tell me a bit more than that
if you want me to try to help you, what happened?"

Lillis was struggling to keep his composure as a solitary tear rolled down
his cheek. He sniffed and almost angrily wiped it away, steeling himself
once more. "There's no point. I know how Mr MacDonald feels about
fighting."

With that, Lillis undid his prefects and head boy badges and, taking a step
forward, placed them on Athol's desk. His voice was flat and sounded
resigned to his imagined fate. "I may as well save him the trouble of
asking for them." Then, seemingly to no one in particular, "I hope he
doesn't expel me, I have been really happy here." He looked straight at me
and, biting his lip hard, turned to face the front again.

I had been here before, then it was Forts' badges that were laying on the
desk.

I hated this. "Look Lillis, tell me what has been going on and I will try
to help."

He didn't get the chance to answer. The door opened behind us and Landers
came in with Jones.

Lillis struggled to speak, "Kenny, I'm sorry..."

"Don't speak to me, I hate you Lillis."

I had to step in, "Both of you stand quietly. Thank you Landers."

Landers nodded and left. As he did, I heard two more people entering,
without even turning, I immediately realised Athol had joined us with
Mathews.

Athol was visibly furious. Being a redhead, you could always tell when his
face and neck colour matched that of the hair of his beard and hair. He
wasn't in a mood for any nonsense.

Jones and Mathews stood silently beside Lillis. I watched the three of
them. Lillis couldn't stop himself, he leant down to his side to Jones and
whispered, "I'm sorry, Kenneth. Really, I am."

Jones turned away.

Athol turned as he stopped behind his desk, his eyes totally focused on
Lillis as he spoke.

"Well, it is a bit late for that now, don't you think, Lillis? What the
bloody hell were you playing at, BOY! You have thrown back the trust I and
all the masters had in you." Athol's fist crashed down on to the desk,
sending his pot of pens flying. "Well, don't just stand there like a dummy,
answer me!"

It wasn't my place, but the only thing that Athol seemed to have achieved
was that all three of the boys were terrified. I could guess what they were
feeling, I had been there myself only a few short years ago. "Mr MacDonald,
sir."

Athol's eyes flashed at me. I tried to plead with mine for him to calm
down. It seemed to work, "You have something to add, Mr Thomas?"

"Headmaster, it appears this is all the result of some teenage infatuation
and unwarranted teasing by all the boys."

"Explain!" I felt like Athol had barked at me, like I was a little pupil
again. I don't think he had any idea how intimidating he could be; or maybe
he did? Nearly six feet tall, a thick heavy red beard and shock of red hair
all stuffed in to a manly kilt. He checked himself, "Sorry, please go on,
Mr Thomas."

I took a deep breath, "Would you like me to deal with this headmaster?"

Athol's eyes narrowed, shrew like, he knew what I was up to. Maybe he
remembered Forts and me standing like this before him, too. A smile formed
at the corner of his mouth. He gave a wink only I saw. "As you wish, Mr
Thomas. I have other matters to be getting on with. However, I insist that
Lillis is removed from his position as head boy."

I inhaled, about to speak again, ready to challenge him.

Athol didn't let me speak. Another wink, "For at least two weeks. Do you
agree?"

He was already leaving; he touched my arm, and we exchanged glances. I
loved this man, and it seemed he knew himself as well as I knew him. He
stopped at the door, "Oh and boys, you will do exactly what Mr Thomas says
and comply with any punishment he imposes. I want no more of it, do you
understand?"

The three boys mumbled, "Yes, Mr MacDonald, sir."

There was a barked, "Good... Mr Thomas, carry on." and he was gone, the
door closing behind him.

The three boys' shoulders visibly slumped with the exit of Mr MacDonald and
the closing of the door.

I stepped forward. I picked up Lillis' prefect and head boy badge and
slipped them in to my sporran. His eyes watched my hands closely. I made
eye contact with him, "You heard Mr MacDonald, you will get them back in
two weeks."

Lillis' body gave a heave as he stifled a sob, "Thank you Mr Thomas, sir."
I doubt he could believe he was still to be head boy.

"Right, before you all tell me what on earth was going on, I want you to
all to shake hands and give each other a hug. There is enough hatred in the
world currently without you three adding to it. I won't stand for it and
nor will Mr MacDonald. We all have to get through this awful time together,
do you all understand?"

"Yes, Mr Thomas, sir."

"Alright, go ahead then, and I want you to mean it."

I watched the three boys all hesitantly shake hands and then pull each
other in to a hug. I was surprised Lillis was definitely the most emotional
of them all. Once more, he mumbled to Jones that he was truly sorry.

"Right, I want to know what's been going on. Mathews, what is this all
about?"

Mathews kept his eyes downcast. He stumbled over his words, "Mr Thomas,
sir, I think that Lillis became jealous because Jones and I started going
steady." Jones smiled up at Mathews, Mathews returning his smile, as only
boys in love can do.

I sighed as I nodded. Thinking, God no! More teenage angst. "Is that right
Jones?"

Jones gave the slightest of nods. He glanced up into my eyes. He knew what
I was thinking. I had spent over an hour with him; not two days ago,
hearing nothing but how broken-hearted he was that Lillis didn't love or
want him anymore. So broken hearted that he went straight to have sex with
Mathews. BOYS!

"Is this correct Lillis?"

"Yes, sir. Mr Thomas, sir." Lillis was struggling hard to hold himself
together, there was more than one rapid wipe across his eyes with the side
of his hand to wipe away stray tears.

"Alright, you two can go. You will both report to Mr Evans for detention at
lunchtime tomorrow. Out you both go. Lillis, you can wait. I want to speak
to you alone."

Mathews and Jones both turned for the door. Mathews stopping by his
erstwhile friend Lillis. "I am sorry, Con. I will see you later, yes?"

Lillis nodded, "Sorry Matty, and you too Kenneth."

I waited for the door to close. "Lillis, come and sit down. You and I need
to talk."

He nodded and joined me on one of the office couches. He sat leaning
forward, his elbows and forearms resting on his knees. "I am sorry, Mr
Thomas."

"So am I, Lillis." I put my hand on his arm. "Con, you can't do
this. Listen, I was your age and not very long ago, actually. I know how
jealousy can chew at you. But you can't go round thumping or threatening
the other boys because of it. From what I understand, you and Jones were an
item for a while, then you chose to move on... It broke Jones' heart. I
know, I was called to speak to him. It appears that Jones has moved on and
now has Mathews providing that affection that you withdrew."

"I thought he realised it was just a bit of fun, Mr Thomas. Maybe I should
say, I thought it was just a bit of fun at first." Lillis shook his head,
"I didn't realise how much I cared for him until I saw him with Matty,
sorry Mathews, sir."

"Lillis, I know you are a bit of a stud." I winked as he looked into my
face, he blushed and looked away. "But, please, I am not going to spend the
whole school year dealing with a string of broken-hearted boys you leave in
your wake. So enough is enough, do you understand? Concentrate on boys your
own age who want the same thing as you, not guys obviously looking for
love... Please." I winked again as he looked up and nodded. "Your
suspension as head boy and as a prefect will be for two
weeks. Additionally, you will be lunch monitor for that whole period. I
want you to apologise to Mr Duncan and Landers, too."

Lillis nodded, "Yes, Mr Thomas. Thank you, Mr Thomas."

I glanced at my watch as I stood. "Now, get yourself down to the kitchens
and help tidy up the mess you helped create."

"Yes, Mr Thomas."

*

I had followed Lillis out, there was barely enough time for Tobias and
David to drive the two cars containing Chris and me to Inverurie Station to
meet Forts and everyone. Chris was waiting in one vehicle, it was being
driven by Tobias. The other vehicle was being driven by David.

I hurried down the stairs and out into the courtyard. As I approached,
Chris had rudely shouted for me to 'hurry up'. I got into the vehicle. I
had insisted on two cars, I wanted some time with Forts alone on the way
back, and there would be plenty of room in the other car for the others. I
was so excited to see him again. I had forgotten that mum would be with him
and the Danish prince Frederick he had told me about, not to mention,
James, Abigale, Darius, Duke, and Andrei.

*

The journey to the station seemed to take forever. What was it, national
move your sheep day? Flock after flock of them delayed us. Didn't they
appreciate that I wanted to see my man?

We arrived just as the train was pulling to a halt at the platform. Mr
Mountfield was obviously well informed. He was by the carriage door as
Forts alighted. I raised my hand and waved down the platform at
him. Mountfield got to him first, doubling over in a deep bow. "Your
Imperial Highness, such an honour to have you back with us."

Forts smiled and shook his hand, just the slightest hint of sarcasm in his
voice, "Well, I do live here and this is my local station, Mr
Mountfield. But it is good to see you again, too."

Forts glanced up and saw me. His face lit up. He shook Mountfield's hand
again, nodded, then mumbling something to Mountfield, he ran over to me.

"Davyeeee." He grabbed me and swept me up off my feet and spun me round,
kissing me on the lips. "I am so happy to see you!" He kissed me again, his
face beaming.

I just nodded, you guessed it, my eyes filling with tears of joy. I
couldn't hug him back hard enough. He placed me down grinning, and I found
I was face to face with Mishcon's secretary, now our secretary, Abigale
Fairweather. "Davy, you remember Abigale?" Forts was still beaming, he
inclined his head towards her, taking her hand and then turned back to me.

I tried to remain smiling, "But of course, I am very pleased to see you
again Abigale, welcome to Scotland."

Abigale gave a curtsey, this time to me, "Your Grace." Forts patted her
hand and released it.

I hated her already. My smile remained fixed, "Please, ... it's Davy."

Forts beamed even more. Over his shoulder I saw James and Chris, they
seemed to be having a rapid but intense discussion, both of them looked
over at me and Forts. I felt my body tensing. I just knew Chris was telling
James what had been happening. I felt like shouting over, "I haven't done
anything!"

"Davy!" Forts voice and his hand taking hold of my arm brought me back to
the present. He had a look of concern in his eyes. "Davy, you were miles
away." He mouthed, his eyes totally focused on me. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded.

He smiled, "Good." I got another gorgeous Forts' smile. "Davy, allow me to
introduce His Royal Highness, Prince Frederick, Nikolai,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, The Count of Monpezat." Forts
giggled, adding, "Another relative of mine, via my great, great, great
grandmother Maria Dagmar of Denmark, later the Empress Maria Feodorovna."

I looked at the youth. He was a good-looking boy, his Scandinavian features
immediately obvious. Like Forts, he was in a uniform. His was very
different cut to the one Forts was in. It was dark navy blue, a tailed
jacket, cut high to the waist at the front.

My smile was still fixed from greeting Abigale, but I couldn't help myself
thinking that Forts had given me a none to subliminal message, that this
boy was an 'HRH', a 'His Royal Highness', and should be addressed as
such. Once more, we were back to playing the aristocratic 'rank' game. Even
I realised that a Prince, even one of Denmark, would outrank an English
Duke. I gave a head bow, thinking to myself, that was the first and last
time I would be doing that to him. "Your Royal Highness, welcome to
Scotland."

He smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Your Grace." Forts gave him a jab in the
side, the two of them looked into each other's eyes. What was that about?
Frederick gave a quick nod and spoke to me again, "Please call me Freddy,
Forts does." I smiled, nodding, I am sure he did.

"MUM!" I launched myself at mum. She held her arms open wide, hugging me
and kissing my head. Her face was full of love, "I hope you don't expect me
to curtsey to you?"

I grinned, "Of course not. Oh, mum I am so pleased you are here."

She glanced round, "No Andrew, Draco, and Arran?"

"I was just thinking the same, Brenda," Forts stuck his head on my
shoulder.

I glanced round. "No, they are all waiting for you both at Pittodrie."

Forts pouted and then gave me a wink. "Let's get going then... Brenda,
Freddy, you come with us. Abigale, can I ask that you travel with James and
Chris?"

Duke and Darius both gave me a smile and nodded a hello, which I returned.

That was the end of my plans to be alone with Forts then. Forts was already
striding off with Freddy, "Wait until you see the cars."

Freddy glanced back over his shoulder at me, and I heard him asking Forts,
"Are you going to ask him if it is okay, that I can see your..."

I missed the next bit as I felt a hand on my arm; I paused, turning back,
coming face to face with James. "Hello again, Your Grace, Davy."

"James, it is good to have you back." He smiled and squeezed my arm.

I glanced back in the direction of Forts, who was busy introducing Freddy
to Tobias and David. I sighed, "Well, at least you are pleased to see me."

James shook his head, smiling, "Davy, don't be silly, he is just excited to
be back."

I caught the glance Chris gave James. I sighed, "Hey ho, come on, let's get
back to Pittodrie, maybe I will get some time alone with him there."

**


William Thomas picks up the story

It had been a rough night. This morning I had remained in my cabin forcing
myself to concentrate on some of the papers Mishcon had given me to check
the figures on. In fact, I knew I was trying to avoid being with Prince
Chikenoff and Robert. I didn't trust my face not to give me away and my
dirty secret. I didn't want anyone thinking... Well... You know... I was
like them... I stared in to the distance, my pen doodling on the page... I
was pretty sure that 2nd Officer Mantby was one of them too... You know
what I mean... a Nancy boy.

'Manty boy, the Nancy Boy', that's what I wanted to call the 2nd
officer. He had warned us it might be stormy last night. He wasn't wrong,
the ship had pitched and tossed most of the night. In the early hours, I
had been woken by a loud crash nearby and a startled cry from next door.

After that, I hadn't been able to get back to sleep. It hadn't helped that
with all the panelling and finery of the ship having been removed, there
was little to no soundproofing, therefore, no privacy.

Dima and Robert, next door, had begun giggling and laughing... and
then... well, I am sure they had been doing it; disgusting. I had lain in
the dark, listening to the perverts going at it like rabbits. I was
jealous, no; they disgusted me. As they humped and groaned, I tried to
think of Brenda. My cock became hard, and I released it from my
pyjamas. The more those perverts, no, ... lovers, moaned and groaned, the
harder my cock got, and the more precum that leaked from my swollen cock
head. As I wanked my slick foreskin back and forth, it made that familiar,
comforting wet frapping sound. My father was right, I was a disgusting
pervert. But I didn't feel like a pervert...

I clenched my eyes tightly shut, trying to think of Brenda's face, even
Abigale's, Mishcon's secretary. It must have been the motion of the ship,
but instead with each roll of the vessel, God, why do you torment me like
this? I thought of Dima and Robert, Athol and Archie, Chris and James,
Harding and Con, Landers and Gregor... Forts and Davvv... What was wrong
with me? God, my own son! I was damned to hell.

I couldn't help myself, I wanked harder and faster, moaning in time with
the grunts from next door, wishing it was me... There, I have said it! I
hate myself. Hate my life. I was living a horrible, twisted lie in a
loveless marriage. Oh, I cared for Brenda, but I didn't have any physical
attraction to her. How could I be surrounded by people who didn't consider
it a big deal? ... I was so frightened of being found out, or worse, caught
out.

Now, my shame swamped me. I still couldn't believe that I had accepted
Forts' offer to pay me a vast amount of money, and additionally to give
Brenda and me a new house, if only I would ask Davy to dance with me at
their partnership celebrations. How my beautiful Davy had smiled. I felt so
ashamed. How had I accepted Forts' offer? I am pretty sure Davy still
doesn't know. Forts had sworn me to secrecy, even Brenda didn't know... Now
that guilt and my own self-loathing consumed me every time I saw him. I so
wanted to dance with my amazing son again.

Instead, I couldn't even bring myself to acknowledge him. Why was I taking
my hatred of this, my perversion, out on him, my own son? Maybe I was
jealous, no I was jealous, he had found happiness. Forts; he is so
lovely. He openly and proudly worships Davy, and obviously loves him
totally. Why couldn't I? Was I frightened if I did that people would see
through my faηade?

A deep moan... I wanked harder, Fuck; it was probably me who infected poor
Davy with this cursed illness. Not that anyone living at Castle Fraser or
Pittodrie thought of it as such. To them, it was just an equally valid way
to live, as opposed to a man and woman.

My father had beaten me half to death when I was twelve and caught playing,
'you show me yours and I will show you mine' ... with a boy. His King James
Bible had hit me so many times across the back of my head, each hit
accompanied by a curse... Each curse, I can still recite for you even
now. "You are a pervert, a sodomite, and damned in the eyes of God! Repent,
repent," he had hysterically screamed at me.

Next door, Dima was now grunting like a rutting stag. God, I wished I was
Robert, even more so as Robert cried out, "Oh, fuck, YES!" I had never been
fucked but my arse hole tormented me daily. My hand was now a blur on my
shaft, the frapping noise from my cock getting faster and louder. I wanted
to cum when they did. Shit, what is wrong with me?

I had grunted in triumph, overwhelmed with euphoria as I fired my cum on to
my chest... Then the guilt... No, I shouldn't be doing this... God WHY?
... Damn my traitorous cock. I shuddered as each spurt hit me like the lash
of God, the heat of each thick rope burning into me... Condemning me,
marking me as a devious pervert. But I wasn't! I just wanted to be happy.

I lay covered in cum, staring into space. For the last twenty-five years, I
fought to keep the protective wall surrounding me intact. Now; I was unable
to stop it, as each day it crumbled just a little more.

*

The knock on the connecting door startled me. I had been doodling on a
notepad absentmindedly, "Who is it?"

There was a chuckle, "It's me, Robert. I am just checking you are okay, we
were worried you didn't make it to breakfast."

"Hang on, I will unlock the door."

I got up, checking my tie in the mirror... Maybe I should have been
checking the ramrod up my arse... I unlocked the door and opened it. "Good
morning, Robert."

Robert came in as I stepped back. He leant forward and kissed me on each
cheek. I froze. He froze, "Oh, sorry, I didn't even think, sorry, forgive
me... I am so used to greeting everyone at Pittodrie like that."

I nodded, quickly turning away, "No, it's fine, come in."

Robert was blushing, "Officer Mantby is offering to give us a tour of the
ship. I thought you might like that?"

"I would, thank you Robert." I don't know why, but I stiffly leant forward
and kissed his cheek. "I would like that very much."

Robert beamed, he looked so happy. He glanced down at my papers, "Anything
I can help with?"

He smiled as his eyes saw the word Davy I had doodle in a crudely drawn
heart.

I coughed, and blushing, began gathering up my papers. Robert took hold of
my arm, we looked into each other's arms, he smiled reassuringly, "William,
it's okay, you know that, don't you? Davy worships you."


**

Duke takes up the story

With Davy and Forts safely inside the main house, I powered the Rolls up to
the garages, abandoning it by the doors. I ran for the door leading to the
grooms' quarters and powered my arse up the stairs. I ran down the corridor
to Robin's room; I didn't knock.

I burst into the room. Robin was naked on his bed, giving Cailin a good
shafting.

"Duke!!!" Robin screamed as he began to pull himself out of a grinning
Cailin.

"Hi Guys, Don't stop, I am joining you!" I began to pull off my clothes,
dumping them to the floor.

Robin paused and grinned and then began humping Cailin like a pro again. I
am sure it was totally for my benefit.

With my clothes discarded, my cock was hard and throbbing before I reached
the bed. I knelt on the mattress beside Cailin's head. He smiled up at
me. I grinned, "How's the boy's doing?"

"Oi, I am not a boy... I am a man." Robin gave an extra hard thrust.

Cailin chuckled, as he did I lifted his head and pushed my leaking cockhead
against Cailin's lips. I stroked his chin, "Come on, you know you want to."

Cailin's eyes flashed a smile, and he opened his mouth, stretching it open
obscenely as I pushed my tangerine sized cockhead into his mouth. Oh, that
felt so good, warm and wet. Fuck, I hadn't had any sex for the several days
we had been away. I so needed this.

The tip of Cailin's tongue flicked and caressed over my glans and dug into
my piss slit, coating itself in my oozing precum. I watched as he shuffled
his arms forward, raising himself slightly on his elbows and knees, his
hands reaching for my cock and balls. The new position seemed to please
Robin, he began to bury his thick five inches as deep as he could into
Cailin's willing hole. I looked Robin up and down. He was fit, his body now
showing some lovely muscle definition, but it was still in that halfway
house, half boy, half man.

Robin winked at me as he gripped Cailin's hips and thrust for all he was
worth. My eyes remained on his body, admiring his dusting of teen
pubes. They showed how early he was into his puberty journey, the strangest
thing was his bum, calves and legs, they were coated with a much thicker
darker coating of black hairs. He reminded me of a horny satyr from my
Greek mythology classes.

With one hand gripping the base of my shaft, Cailin began to hum on my
cockhead. The vibrations from his throat caused my shaft to throb even
more. His other hand gently, but firmly, massaged my balls in turn. I
couldn't help myself. I gripped his head tighter and began to fuck his
mouth, pushing more of my cock into his mouth with each stroke.

Robin was grinning up at me, he mouthed, "I love you."

I mouthed it back, "I love you too." I leant forward and our lips met over
Cailin's head. I pushed my tongue into Robin's mouth, he alternated between
nipping it with his teeth and sucking it deeper into his mouth. He was
doing better than I did at his age, his hips were still ploughing his cock
into Cailin.

Robin pulled back, he looked tense, "No, he moaned."

Cailin pulled off my cockhead, "Go on Robin, it's okay."

Robin's hips speeded up. This was obviously not an unusual reaction from
little Robin. He grunted and flattened his hips hard against Cailin's bum,
little dimples forming on his arse cheeks as his almond sized balls pumped
his teen cum in to Cailin's willing arse.

Robin slowly pulled his dick out of Cailin's arse. His cock glistening with
lube and cum in the afternoon light streaming in through the window.

I grinned, "My turn!"

Cailin moaned and raised his hips slightly higher. I gave my cock a quick
couple of strokes as Robin took my place at Cailin's head. I got behind
Cailin and eased his arse cheeks apart. His hole gaped slightly, glistening
with lube. I leant forward, "Do you want more lube?"

Cailin smiled back at me, "No, it should be fine." He giggled, and
whispered, "Robin always uses so much, I think he thinks he is hung like
you." Cailin's hole twitched and a stream of watery boycum, dribbled out,
it slowly trickled down over his taint and down on to his tiny balls. I
wished the 'puberty fairy' had been kinder to him. Cailin was such a nice
guy and had an amazing body, sadly for him and I knew it upset him really,
he had the tackle of a little boy.

I used my cockhead to wipe up some of Robin's cum, which was escaping from
his arse. Then slowly slid my cock lips up, teasingly up the glistening
path, right to his twitching pucker. I slapped his hole with my cockhead,
smearing more of my precum onto the dark entrance. "Robin, lean over and
pull Cailin's arse cheeks apart, can you?"

Robin nodded and enthusiastically and obscenely stretched Cailin's cheeks
wide apart. Cailin grunted as I locked my cockhead into position, the heat
from his arse lips transferring down my shaft. Oh, I needed this. I ran my
hands up his arched back, "Are you ready?"

Cailin nodded and gasped, "Yes," as my cockhead eased his arse lips apart.

I moved my hands to grip his hips. I could feel his body tensing as I
pushed slowly into him. His moan transformed into a continuous tone of
pleasure as inch after inch of my thick shaft stretched his arse wide
open. His sphincter muscle spasmed against my shaft, growing tighter and
tighter, whiter and whiter. I whispered, "Just a couple of more inches, can
you take it?"

He didn't speak, just nodded and buried his face in the sheets. I glanced
at Robin as I prepared for the last thrust. Fuck, this felt so good,
Cailin's arse was gripping my cock like a tight warm glove. I so wanted to
power fuck him. Robin looked worried, "Be careful with him."

I nodded and winked. Robin was right, I had to control myself. Cailin
always struggled with big cocks. Once before he had even told me he hadn't
managed to take Forts and I was bigger than him. I glanced back at Robin as
I felt Cailin's arse tensing; it felt like he was trying to expel my
dick. "Robin, get the poppers. Give Cailin a good few sniffs."

Robin nodded and rummaged in his bedside draw. He held up the bottle
triumphantly. I nodded towards a moaning Cailin. Poor guy's fingers were
digging into the bedding, his muscles taut.

He breathed in deeply from the bottle as Robin blocked first one, and then
the other nostril.

"Take some more sniffs." I stroked Cailin's back, my cock still embedded
deeply inside him. Thankfully he did. Within a few seconds, I felt the
tightness of his arse relax. I eased in the remaining two inches, this
movement met with a deep belly moan rather than a groan.

I mouthed to Robin, "Keep him buzzing."

Robin nodded earnestly, like I had given him the most important job in the
world... Maybe I had.

I eased back, withdrawing a few inches of my cock from Cailin's hole and
slowly pushed back home, grinding my hips against his arse cheeks. He
moaned again and as I got in my stride; he began to push back on my
penetrating cock.

I so wanted to fuck his brains out, God, this felt so good, so warm, so
tight.

I picked up my speed, his moans changed, now occasionally interspersed with
little cries of obvious pain. Even the poppers weren't helping. Finally,
Cailin glanced back at me, "Duke, I am sorry... I am going to have to hand
over to Robin... It's just too much for me."

I nodded. I smiled and patted his back as I slowly withdrew. "Hey, don't
worry, you're building up nicely."

He nodded, trying to hide his obvious disappointment with himself.

Slowly, gingerly, Cailin climbed off of the bed and, smiling, he winked at
Robin, "Your turn, Boy Wonder!"

I didn't understand, my face must have shown it. Robin grinned, "I am the
Boy Wonder, Batman's sidekick in those American DC comics."

I hadn't heard of him, but within seconds Robin was on his back, his feet
practically above his head, his arse hole winking at me expectantly. Cailin
chuckled and threw me some lube. I coated my cock in it and pushed some on
my finger into Robin's dark hole. He moaned and gripped the bedding.

I got between his arse cheeks and pushed my cock into him. He groaned and
bit his lip as his arse lips sucked me inside him. I paused, my balls
pressing tight against Robin's arse. Maybe Cailin was right, we had a 'Boy
Wonder' on our hands.

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