Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2024 11:56:17 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 157c

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"There! lights, look, lights coming down the carriageway." Dan was shouting
and pointing as he leapt up, "Look! You can seem the through the trees."

Mugs of hot chocolate were knocked over and the mugs kicked across the
floor as we all leapt up. Darius grabbed for the glazed door, "James,
lights!"

I saw James turn and come sprinting back towards us as we all headed for
the main door out to the courtyard. We could all now see the shielded
narrow light beam clearly bouncing through the trees as a vehicle
definitely came along the carriageway towards the house.

James gripped my hand tightly, "Please don't let it be the police. Please
God, let it be them."

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 157c

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


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

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.

Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge law
graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. Now Forts and
Davy's secretary.

**

Forts takes up the story

Davy became all serious as we left the carriageway and entered the
courtyard. "Oh God, a reception committee. I am blaming you!"

I pulled the Jeep to a halt by James, Darius, Chris, Dan, Tobias, and Duke.

I winked at Davy, "Leave the talking to me."

Davy chuckled, "I was intending to."


**

Chris takes up the story

Forts jumped out of the front of the vehicle. He flashed us all a
devastating smile and winked, "What's up, haven't any of you seen a Jeep
before?"

James stepped forward. He was in no mood for silliness. "Forts, where have
you been? We have all been worried sick. You have been gone for hours."

Forts glanced back at Davy, who was just clambering out and tapped his
nose. "They want to know where we went," Forts chuckled.

James' body tensed, "Forts, this isn't funny, are you both okay?"

Forts sighed and embraced James. He kissed him hard on the cheek, "I'm
sorry... We both couldn't be better, could we, Davy? Thank you."

Forts held out his hand to a blushing but nodding Davy, who by the way
looked a lot more contrite than Forts. They stood, hands tightly clasped,
like the lovers we all knew they were.

James shook his head. He wasn't happy. "Everyone has been worried sick
about you both. Not only that, you missed dinner, too."

I couldn't resist it, "And we had strawberry mousse for dessert."

"Chris!" James barked at me, "That's not even remotely funny."

Behind his back, I pouted like a naughty schoolboy, as Forts struggled not
to laugh. "We didn't actually miss dinner, we had a fish and chip supper,
staring out at the sea." He grinned at Davy, "Didn't we?"

Davy nodded and smiled.

Now Forts pouted, "But we didn't have strawberry mousse." He looked at me
expectantly, "Did you save some for us?"

I playfully shook my head and patted my tummy. "Nope."

James glared at me as he snapped, "Chris! What did I just say?"

The following stony silence was quickly filled. "So, you are both okay?"
This time it was Darius, with Duke at his elbow.

Forts belly laughed, "YES, WE ARE FINE!" Forts paused, his expression
changed, "Look everyone, we are sorry, but we just needed to talk and be
alone together." He glanced lovingly at Davy again, giving him a little
smile.

Duke stepped forward. "Well, I for one want a hug... You are never to
frighten us all again like that, okay?" Duke threw his arms round them both
and kissed both of their heads, mumbling, "You are way too precious to
lose... Either of you!"

"I want one of those, too." Tobias stepped forward and replaced a smiling
Duke as he stepped back.

Forts began grinning, he looked at Dan, "What about you? We don't want you
to feel left out... And Davy and me are kinda enjoying it." He burst out
laughing.

Dan chuckled and came and hugged them both, too. "Duke is right,
though. Ya'll frightened us."

James and Darius were still looking on, trying hard to look
disapproving. Forts pouted, tilted his head down and looked up at them
under his fringe, "If it helps... Davy's really sorry..."

Davy shook his head as he tugged on Forts' arm. "Hey you said you would
take the blame."

Forts grinned, "That was before I saw how cross they both were." Playfully
Forts put on a cross face, then giggled.

I defy anyone to remain angry with these two for more than a few
minutes. James stifled a chuckle, "Come on, in you come and you had better
let everyone know you're okay."

I managed to make eye contact with Davy. He blushed with embarrassment as I
mouthed, "Is everything okay now?"

Nodding, Davy replied, "Yes, thanks Chris, I will tell you about it
sometime."

Forts overheard, and roared with laughter, "Oi, what happens in the Jeep,
stays in the Jeep."

We all laughed, and I followed Forts, Davy and James into the house. Forts
paused in the entrance lobby, his eyes looking at all the spilt hot
chocolate, "What happened here?"  "You don't want to know." I chuckled,
getting another look from James.

We all went down to the Garden Room, where I am pleased to say Davy and
Forts received a big cheer from everyone and even a couple of suggestive
nudges and winks, well, from Tim, anyway.


**

Davy takes up the story

We said good night to everyone and headed upstairs, Forts being a clown as
usual. I loved him so much.

As we got to the top of the stairs, Denis asked if we could quickly pop in
and see Freddy as he was pretty upset about us going missing and he doubted
the boy would get any sleep if he didn't see and know we were safe.

Forts looked at me, "It won't take a minute."

I nodded, "I know, you go and I will see you in our room."

"Are you sure?"

"Yesss, just don't go vanishing..."

Forts grinned and headed off, following Denis down the corridor to Freddy's
room.

*

I headed into our apartment, getting a warm smile from David. Once inside,
I was met by a smiling Albert. He came over and hugged me, his eyes full of
emotion, "Thank god you are okay. Where is Forts?"

I chuckled, "Oh, don't worry, we are still speaking. He has just popped to
let Prince Freddy know we are back and okay, too."

Albert nodded, "I have left a Thermos flask of hot chocolate in the bedroom
room for you both."

I grinned, "Hot chocolate? We aren't that old yet! Can you pop though a
bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses too, I want to celebrate with
my man."

Albert beamed, "Certainly, Davy... Oh, Monty dropped off a painting
earlier. He wanted you both to see it when you got back. It's in the
bedroom."

That was news to me. "Really? Thank you." With that, I headed into our
bedroom.

Monty had placed the painting on that old wooden French country highbacked
chair. For some reason I never understood, Forts loved that chair... To me
it looked like it belonged in a kitchen, anywhere but our bedroom.

I stared at the canvas. Who was it a painting of? It was a familiar
looking, dark-haired, naked guy. He was sitting, well, more reclining, his
body stretched out, with his large feet crossed at the ankles and his hands
behind his head, exposing his dark, hairy armpits. I moved closer. Was it
Forts? It certainly wasn't me. But Forts is hairy chested, the chap in the
painting looked smooth, well, apart from the armpits and his pubes. The
flaccid cock sat over a pair of large balls. Sure looked like Forts' too,
especially with the big exposed bellend.

The chap was sitting on that very chair, a white and silver embroidered
tunic was hanging from one of the two roughly hewn finials on the chair's
back. It was Forts! I moved closer to stare at the facial features. It was
definitely Forts, and yet it wasn't Forts. Fuck, I thought Monty was a
better artist than this. The face was similar to Forts, but subtly
different, how strange.

"What do you think? I look pretty handsome, don't I?" Forts head rested on
my shoulders, his hands slipped round my waist holding me tightly. He
nuzzled in to my neck and kissed it.

I glanced sideways, "But you are hairy. Where's all the hair gone?"

Forts squeezed me tighter. "I told him not to make it look too much like it
was me, and to leave people guessing. I can't go around having naked
paintings of me on show everywhere." Forts kissed my neck again and nibbled
my ear lobe. "Don't you like it? He did it from the photograph he took that
morning." Forts winked and chuckled, grinding his groin into my arse.

I kissed his cheek, "It's nice, but I prefer the real thing." I smiled,
"Perhaps you should show me the pose again?"

Forts chuckled and began pulling off his clothes while I moved the painting
on to the floor alongside the chair.

"Your champagne, Your Grace." Albert smiled as he placed down an ice bucket
and two glasses.

Forts laughed, "Ahh, so we are not going straight to sleep then?"

I gave him a playful stare, "No, you're not!" Albert giggled and left us,
closing the door. Forts was now naked, he moved in front of the picture
once more, standing with his beautiful bum facing me, his legs spread
slightly, just enough so I could see his swinging nuts. He grinned back
over his shoulder and gave his hairy arse and nuts a waggle.

"Forts, what are you doing?"

"Just checking the pose again." He giggled once more and gave another
waggle of his hips. He winked, "Am I tempting, you?"

"You bloody know you are, now assume the pose, then get on the bed."

Forts beamed and sat down on the chair, stretching out his body full
length, then holding the back of his head with his hands. "Well?"

I began to undress and cocked my head to the side. "Hmmm, cross your
ankles."

Forts beautiful eyes were focused on me stripping. "What?"

I winked, "Your ankles, they are crossed in the painting... Oh, and the
cock needs to be more to the left." I removed my pistol and chest holster
and placed them down on the dresser. Forts' eyes didn't leave me. I
couldn't really tell what he was thinking about the pistol. I pursed my
lips, raised my eyebrows, and gave him a look of 'c'est la vie'. He
swallowed and nodded.

Then, smiling once more, I slipped off my undershorts and turned my back to
him. It was my turn to waggle my bum seductively at him.

Forts' cock gave a jerk. "Hey that's not fair, he is never going to lie
down now," he flashed me a smile, "He wants to see what he has been
missing."

"Tell him I will see him on the bed, then."

Forts gripped his now hard shaft and spoke down at the exposed, swollen
head. "He wants you on the bed." He waggled his cock again, and put on
another playful voice, "Okay." He grinned at me and stood.

"Forts, you are crazy!" I hurriedly clambered onto our large four poster,
kneeling, my arse facing him, my legs just apart.

Forts stood and waggled his hard cock at me, "I know, that's why you love
me!" He bounded over to me and planted his face between my arse cheeks,
smothering them in kisses. Strong fingers reached between my legs and
gripped my balls and cock. "God, I love you." Well, I think that was what
he said. It was a bit muffled.

Forts pulled back and gave my arse cheek a slap, "Come on, budge up."

I shuffled forwards still on all fours. Forts clambered on to the bed
behind me. His hands returning to my arse cheeks, he eased them apart. I
felt the cool air and then his tongue as he licked across my rippling
starfish. Involuntarily, my fingers gripped the sheets tightly, and I
thrust my arse back and up as I let my chest and shoulders fall to the bed.

My arse got another playful slap. "Mmmm, you have been missing me, haven't
you?" Fort's tongue licked round and round my hole, spiralling ever closer
to my opening. I could only groan.

A finger joined his tongue at my hole. Together, they pressed and eased
into me. My sphincter, unwilling to resist, accepted them both. I closed my
eyes, allowing myself a moment to enjoy all this attention.

Forts was like a man possessed, his tongue lapping and darting into my
hole. "Fuck, I have missed you, you have the most amazing arse!" He
mumbled, chuckling.

"I've missed you too. Now stop talking with your mouth full." He gasped and
let out a low groan as I reached back between my legs and gripped his
dripping cockhead. I enclosed my palm and fingers round the exposed glans,
cupping it. I swirled my hand to the left and right, the soft fleshy pad at
the base of my thumb teasingly rubbing over his glans ridge. I felt his
knees buckle, and he ground his cock harder in to my palm.

"Oh, Davy... That feels so good."

It even felt good to me, the slickness of his precum, warming and
stimulating parts of my palm. I would never have guessed it would feel so
good. I giggled, "Shall we stop here, then?"

He groaned again, "No fucking way." He gave my arse another playful
slap. "Get on your back."

I complied, looking up at him and his hard cock. I confess I was a bit
disappointed, surely he was going straight to shag me... I mean, I wanted
to be shagged, but...

I needn't have worried. Forts shuffled up until his groin was level with my
head, then with a dopey grin keeled over to his side, his head level with
my cock and mine with his. Hands gripped my shaft and a warm mouth engulfed
my cockhead. I groaned and reached for the shaft only an inch from my
nose. I lifted it, feeling the warmth radiating from it. It looked every
bit as good as I remembered. The road map of thick veins pulsed, I traced
the biggest with my tongue all the way to his glans ridge. I let my tongue
circle the thick ridge, continuing what my palm had been doing on a few
moments before.

Forts groaned and mumbled on my cock. His tongue began to replicate what I
was doing. I wallowed in the pleasure shooting from my cockhead down my
shaft to my balls and on to my tingling arse. An alarm sounded in my head,
fuck my hair trigger! "Forts, you are going to have to stop, or I am going
to cum already."

I felt him pull my cock from his mouth and watched as he grinned up, or it
was it down at me; who knows what's top and what's bottom when you're in a
sixty-nine position?

He kept his eyes fixed on me and, winking; he licked across my cockhead
again. "Forts! no."

I grabbed at his balls and gently squeezed. He yelped, "Play nicely, play
nicely."

He did make me laugh. I gave his cock one last long suck, realising the
sweet, slightly salty taste of his precum. My taste buds ignited in
fireworks. Forts got on to his knees and lifted my legs, spreading them and
then shuffled between them. I was flat on my back legs akimbo; he grinned
and I could see he was going to laugh. "What is it?"

He flashed me one of his smiles, "I was just thinking, it's your best
position."

I gave him a playful slap and grabbed his cockshaft and squeezed it... "And
Yours." I threw him a bottle of lube.

He opened it and playfully put his nose to the bottle and sniffed as if he
were a sommelier and it were a fine wine. "Hmmm, Corn Huskers."

"Just get it on my arse and your cock, you willy sod."

He blew me an air kiss and took the bottle. He coated his cock and my hole
in the slick white liquid then leant forward. I felt his cockhead, that oh
so familiar cockhead, take up position, pressing against my hole. I wrapped
my legs round his waist and crossed my ankles in the small of his back. He
leant forward, his cock thrusting slowly into me. Our lips met and our
tongues took over. We snogged, our tongues entwined, sliding over each
other, probing, licking, our lips kissing. Forts pulled back, "I love you
Davy!"

My lip trembled as my emotions surged, "I love you too."


His cock sank into me, inch after thick inch, until his pubes and balls
were pressed firmly against my arse. He buried his face into my neck,
"Never think for a moment that I don't."

With tears in my eyes, I nodded. Why do the gods play with us so?

*

Yes, Forts and I had spoken in the Jeep, then beside the loch near Dunecht
House. We had even shouted angrily at each other, each hurting the other
with our words, then the fun of kissing and laughing together again as we
made up. Deep down, each of us knows that there is no one else we want to
spend the rest of our lives with.

Then, down to Aberdeen with the air cleared between us, a fish and chip
supper overlooking the sea. We sat arm in arm, just enjoying the closeness
and warmth of our love for the other, before finally heading back to
Pittodrie.

*

I groaned as Forts bottomed out in me, grinding his balls hard against me
again. My fingers dug into his skin in ecstasy, never wanting to let him go
as that gorgeous bellend of his caressed, then pounded over my man nut.

I felt my balls tighten, and I came between our sandwiched chests. Forts
grinned as my sphincter gave his shaft a death grip. He winked, "You know
that sends me over the edge," and he came, his dick pulsing deep inside
me. We lay in each other's arms in orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes, he
chuckled and eased his arse back, pulling his softening dick out of me. He
winked, "Fancy some champagne before round two?"

**

Dima takes up the story

We had just finished breakfast, hopefully we had only a couple more nights
on board at most. Robert and a much-relaxed William seemed to be getting
along very well. They were sitting back rubbing their full tummies when the
ship's claxon began to sound. Robert's face went white. The tannoy system
cracked into life, "All Hands to Action Stations... All Hands to Action
Stations... This is not a drill... I repeat... This is not a drill!"

Mantby who was eating with us, jumped up and ran over to a phone on the
wall and began speaking, I couldn't make out what he was saying. Robert was
gripping my hand, he looked terrified. I saw tears form in his eyes, "Dima,
I can't swim."

Mantby ran back over to us, "Your Highness, gentlemen, I must ask you all
to return to your cabins."

"But what's happening?" Dima was now standing.

Mantby glanced round, he probably shouldn't be telling us. "We are coming
up on a couple of sinking merchant ships. They appear to have been
torpedoed which means the U-Boat could still be in the area. I must ask you
to return to your cabin. I can't guarantee your safety here."

Was it that bloody minded Russian stoicism that Robert always spoke about?
But anyway, I paused, "I am not sure we would be a great deal safer in our
cabins if there are U-boats nearby?"

Mantby glanced at each of us. "Your Highness, please, I have my orders."

Robert was shaking his head, now sobbing, "No, Dima, please. Not the cabin,
we would be trapped."

I nodded my head to him, my mind racing, "We will go out on deck. We won't
get in the way. Tell the Captain, I am sorry, but we are not prepared to
drown like rats in a barrel in our cabin."

Before Mantby could answer, the ship shuddered and keeled hard over. Robert
cried out. Mantby grabbed hold of him and me as the angle of the deck grew
and crockery crashed to the floor. Mantby certainly had better sea legs
than us, poor William was left hanging onto the table.

Robert sounded frantic, "We're sinking... Have we been torpedoed too?"

"No, we are not," Mantby barked, "It's okay, we are just changing course."

"But that happens every thirty minutes... It's not been thirty minutes
since we last changed course!" exclaimed Robert.

Mantby was trying to keep his voice calm. "No, you are right, the Captain
is trying to put off Gerry's aim if he is still around, by turning early."

Robert buried his face in my shoulder. As the ship slowly gained an even
keel on its new heading Mantby let go of Robert me and. "Come on, we had
better get out on deck." I was pleased to see that William had come up
behind Robert and had his arm round his waist reassuringly.

With us shakily following, Mantby led us out onto the top deck. I am not
sure the sight that greeted our eyes made any of us feel any better. A
sinking and half submerged merchant man was just one hundred yards from us
and behind that, an oil tanker was in flames.

I think Mantby was trying to be reassuring, but it didn't really help,
"They always go for the oil tankers first, but don't worry, they are not
ships from our convoy."

I had never seen anything like it. I watched almost spell bound as our
ship's wash sent the flotsam and jetsam rolling in the waves around the
sinking ship.

Robert began pointing, "Look, look, there are people in the water." I
followed his arm. He was right. There were several poor people struggling,
floundering in the water near the merchantman, desperately trying to hold
on to anything that would float. Robert turned to Mantby, "We have got to
help them! We have to stop!"

Mantby swallowed, "We can't. The Captain cannot risk this ship."

"But they will drown, please, we can't just leave them." Robert ran to the
ship's side rail, his eyes looking for anything he could throw out to those
in the water.

Mantby didn't answer at first. He just stared stoically ahead as the cries
of those in the water drifted over to us.

Robert looked distraught. "Please, we have to help them."

Mantby looked troubled now too, he exhaled. "Please, I am sure one of the
escorts will come back and get them," he said quietly.

*

The cries reaching our ship faded as the RMS Queen Elizabeth ploughed away
at full speed. The whole incident was over as soon as it had started. I
glanced at the gold Rolex watch Forts had given me two Christmas' ago, had
an hour really passed already? The only sign now visible that anything had
happened was the smoke on the horizon from the burning tanker.

Mantby took my arm, "Come on, we had better get you all back to your
cabins. I should have reported to the bridge earlier."

I nodded, "Thank you Martin. I will take them back to our cabin, you go on
up to the bridge. We will be okay, I will look after them."

An ashen faced Mantby nodded and turned away, he quickly ran up a small
flight of metal stairs and vanished through a wooden door on the deck above
us.

Robert shook his head, "That must be the bridge." Before I could say
anything, he was off up the stairs. He burst through the door, quickly
followed by William and me, as we tried to stop him. We were all on the
bridge, now facing the Captain and several startled looking deck officers,
including Mantby. We had already met the Captain at lunch yesterday, so I
recognised him immediately. Robert verbally launched into him, "You left
them all to drown... How could you?"

I grabbed hold of Robert, apologising to the Captain. One of the other deck
officers started to come over to us. The Captain stopped him and slowly
came over himself.

He looked into Robert's eyes, "Listen, don't you think I know that?
... Don't you think I will hear their cries every night, too? ... This is
war, young man, and difficult decisions have to be made every day."

Robert stood in silence, we all did.

"Excuse me, Captain, I think you will want to see this." Another deck
officer handed the Captain a message. He quickly read it, then handed it to
Robert and turned away. The message read:

'From Corvette Francessca. To Captain RMS Queen Elizabeth. As directed by
yourself, all survivors in the water rescued. Twenty-two souls and one
ship's cat. We are making our best speed to catch you up. God, Save the
King.'

I took the note and handed it to the deck officer.

"Err, Captain." It was Robert, "I am very sorry for doubting you and for my
outburst, please accept my sincere apologies."

The Captain turned to us again and nodded. "Thank you. May I please now ask
that you leave the Bridge." He nodded to me, "Your Highness, gentlemen,
good day."

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