Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2024 11:17:46 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 158b 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. ******* Forts grabbed him and kissed him again. "In that case...YES!!!!!!" Forts twirled Davy round and round until the two of them landed on the ground in a giggling heap. Forts smiled, "I love you Davy!" Davy nodded. "I love you too." Forts kissed him, then winked, "But that posh summer house has to go!" Davy looked confused then grinned, "Well, let's make use of it first!" He jumped up followed by Forts, the two of them running giggling and laughing into the small building with Forts crying over his shoulder, "That will be all for now, Duke." ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 158b Part 158b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis/Con/Viscount Winterbourne) – 17yrs pupil at Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player. Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs old. Grandson of the King of Denmark. William Thomas – (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. ** Davy takes up the story "Good morning, Mr Thomas." I am not sure I will ever get used to this. I nodded and smiled, "Good morning, boys." I looked out at the sea of eager faces. This morning, I was taking the second-year English class. It was hard to believe I had been sitting there myself only two short years ago. I really would rather have been back at Pittodrie with Forts. I glanced at my watch, he would be at the morning meeting. I smiled to myself, my excitement nearly uncontrollable. He was going to be instructing Abigale to tell Mishcon to purchase Dunecht House and the Estate. I began to check the register. Good, everyone was present. Hang on, that was Athol's handwriting, he had added in Freddy Dagmar. I glanced round the room, there was no sign of him. "Has anyone seen Dagmar?" This always made me laugh, the boys all glanced round as if they were looking for him. A hand shot up at the back of the class. "Mr Thomas, sir." "Go on, Quicksand." "Mr Thomas, sir, Dagmar was with Mr Lillis last night. He didn't come back to the dormitory all night, Mr Thomas, sir." FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. I mustn't let it show, "Thank you, Quicksand." "He wasn't at breakfast either, Mr Thomas, sir," Topknot added. "Thank you, Topknot." The room quickly descended into boys whispering and giggling. "Boys! Enough. You all know that is no way to behave. I want you all to reread the chapter I set for homework on Friday before we discuss it." After the frenzy of their reading books being opened, the room went silent, too silent. I watched as several of the boys' eyes nervously glanced up at me and then quickly back to their books as they realised I was still watching them. I tried to keep my expression neutral. It was no good. I was sure there must be steam coming out of my ears; I will fucking kill Lillis! I pondered if I should inform Athol straight away. I had no choice. "Boys, continue your silent reading. I will be back in a couple of minutes. If I receive any complaints about noise, you will all be receiving detention." More eyes snatched glances of me as I closed the register and headed for the door. It opened as I reached it. "Dagmar, you are late. Where have you been?" Freddy's initial smile vanished. Lillis' face appeared round the door. "Err, sorry, Mr Thomas, sir. Err, Freddy, well, we slept in. My alarm clock failed to go off." Lillis glanced at Freddy again, and then back at me. Lillis swallowed as I glared at him, but now was not the time or the place. "I will speak to you later, Lillis." He gulped visibly and nodded. "Yes, Mr Thomas." I closed the door behind him. Lillis looked apprehensive as he took a last glance at me through the glass door panel. He put his head down and headed away. "You, in you come and sit there. I will bring you your books." I led a now frightened-looking Freddy to a chair, he honestly looked like he would burst into tears. Maybe I had been a bit abrupt with him. I got some work books for him and went back to him. I got down on my hunkers beside his desk. I placed my hand on his and smiled, "Not a good start Freddy... Look, I know it is all new, but I am sure you will settle in soon." Poor chap's bottom lip trembled, "They don't like me... They are not like me." "Of course they do, they just have to get to know you better first." I spent the next few minutes going through with Freddy what we were studying, longer than I realised in fact. The Tannoy in the corner crackled into life, it was Athol. "Mr Thomas, Mr Thomas, please come to the Head Master's Office immediately. Err, thank you," and it went silent. I stood, "Boys, the same warning applies, any complaints of noise while I am away and you will all be sitting here after school, understand?" "Yes, Mr Thomas." Inside I loved those choruses. I was really a teacher. * I knocked on Athol's door. "Come in." I opened the door, Lillis was standing in front of Athol's desk. Athol was standing stony faced in front of him. He up glanced at me. "Come in Davy, Sorry, Mr Thomas... Close the door." I took a deep breath and approached the two of them. "Well Lillis, I am sure Mr Thomas would like to hear your... sorry tale." Athol sarcastically sneered out his words. Lillis swallowed and glanced at me sideways. He bit his lip. His eyes pleaded for help. Athol grunted, "Or maybe I should tell him." I could tell from Athol's voice he was fast losing his patience. "After all, it is surely a joke!" Athol slammed his hand on the desk. Lillis didn't say anything, just glanced at the floor. "WELL!" Athol glared at him and then dismissively turned away and shook his head. "Mr Thomas, I am going to leave this with you. Let me know what you decide! You have my full support." Athol gathered up some papers and left the room in a flurry of tartan, the door banged shut behind him. I moved round to the rear of the desk, Lillis' downcast eyes watching me the whole time. I nodded and exhaled. I liked Lillis, but here we were again. I gave a little smile. "I should probably have been standing here after I arrived." I smiled again, "I am just so used to standing where you are now." I gave a little chuckle and sat down in Athol's chair. Lillis still hadn't spoken. We both waited in silence, watching each other. "Well, Lillis?" Lillis glanced round at the door, exhaling as he turned back to me. "He tricked me, Mr Thomas." "Who? ... Freddy?" Lillis nodded. "He said he was feeling sick and actually started retching. I thought he was. I took him to my room to get him some water... When I said he was to go back to the dormitory, he started retching again. The next thing I knew, he was naked in my bed..." I sat listening, hoping my face wasn't giving away the fact I had heard a similar story from Forts. "And?" Lillis' lip trembled. "Davy... Mr Thomas, I am sorry... He said Forts had let him look at him and touch him." "He did." The words had left my mouth before I realised. "Lillis, I did warn you." "Not about that, sir." Lillis didn't take his eyes off of me. I nodded, mumbling, "No." I sat back and clasped my hands together in front of me. Lillis stood silently for a few moments, then spoke again. "Mr Thomas, sir, I don't think it is safe for Freddy to be in the dormitory. The other boys might not like him pawing at them. I was wondering..." Lillis paused, his eyes fixed on me. I looked up at him questioningly. "Go on." He swallowed again. "Mr Thomas, maybe I could keep him safer if he was to become my fag... Not a real fag... just stay in my room so I could keep an eye on him and stop him from upsetting the other boys... You know, keep him under control." I tried to study Lillis' face for any sign I was being deceived. Was his concern true altruism or... "Are there still boys acting as fags at Castle Fraser? I know Forts had one for a while as head boy..." Lillis stepped forward and nodded, "A few, sir. Not all the prefects want one." He chuckled, "Some chaps think they are a pain." I still had doubts. I leant towards him across the desk, "Are you sure that is the only reason you are suggesting this?" I stood, "I mean it Lillis... If you are lying to me." "I wouldn't do that, sir." I nodded, "Alright, I will suggest to Mr MacDonald that Freddy becomes your fag... But I mean it, what happened last night is the end of it, understand? IT IS NOT TO BE REPEATED. No more show and tell!" Lillis nodded, although his lack of eye contact as he said, "Yes, Mr Thomas, I understand, sir," concerned me. I wasn't being had over too, was I? What was it about this Danish Prince, first Forts and now Lillis? I picked up my notes, "Okay Lillis, I have to get back to my class. I will speak to Mr MacDonald at the first break." "Thank you, Mr Thomas, sir." ** Lillis takes up the story Proud as punch and with my kilt swirling, I marched into the dining room. I couldn't really believe they had fallen for it. From the door I glanced round, Freddy was sitting with the other second years. I crossed over to him, his face lit up, just like mine, as I approached. I gave him a wink and leant down to him. "Well, it's official, Mr MacDonald just confirmed it. You are now my fag and can stay in my room." I gave him a wink. Freddy beamed and gave a little giggle. I ruffled his hair, "Finish up your dinner, and we can move your stuff from the dormitory upstairs." Freddy sniggered, "I didn't think they would believe you." He put his mouth closer to my ear, "Can we start lesson three later?" I shushed him, nodding, and looked straight up into Mr Thomas' face. "Good afternoon, Mr Thomas." He nodded, acknowledging me, "Lillis..." then paused, "Oh Lillis, remember what I said, I meant it... Hello Dagmar." Freddy gave Davy a little excited wave. Davy nodded. Davy kept his eyes on me. Had he seen through me? "Yes, Mr Thomas." I was going to have to be a lot more careful. ** William takes up the story I had never seen a city like it. In fact, I had never been to another country. Now, here I was on the deck of one of the largest transatlantic liners in the world, on the opposite side of the world, looking out on to the skyline of a city I couldn't quite believe. Sky Scrapers, that's what Martin called them, towering structures of concrete and glass, stretched out as far as I could see. We had nothing like this in London. I think the dome of St. Pauls Cathedral was the tallest building in London. It took over an hour for the ship to be tied alongside the Cunard and White Star Line Pier. Martin finally joined us smiling. My heart soared. He placed his hand on the small of my back, nothing too obvious, but I knew... He smiled, "That's me all finished, well, for a few days. Sorry to keep you all waiting." Dima, Robert and I had all been packed since the early hours of this morning, and our cases had been collected by a couple of the crew, so we were all ready to go. "Martin," Robert paused, looking at a large capsized and burnt-out liner on its side near us. "What happened to that ship?" Martin glanced round, he tapped his nose, "It is the USS Lafayette. It used to be the SS Normandie, a French Liner, it was brought here just before France surrendered to stop it falling into German hands. After the French surrender, it was taken over by the US and renamed USS Lafayette. It was in the process of being converted into a troopship. Sadly, it caught fire and capsized. Totally burnt out, it is now deemed a total wreck. It's fate is also a secret," he chuckled, "If a sunk burnt our liner one thousand feet long in plain view can be a secret." Robert peered over at the burnt-out hulk, "My God, wasn't she supposed to be the most luxurious liner afloat?" Martin winked and chuckled. "Don't let our Liz hear you say that," smiling, he tapped his foot on the deck plate beneath us. "She could get jealous," he winked, "Come on, let me get you down to the gangway. That car looks like it is for you all." I stared down at the wharf below us. A large dark blue open topped limousine was stopped by the gangway. Our luggage was being loaded into the boot. "What is it? It's not a Rolls Royce." Mantby chuckled, "No, it's a Lincoln Model K, one of the sunshine specials by the look of it, same type of car the President of the United States of America uses." Robert grinned and nudged a smiling Dima. "Only the best for His Highness." Our official papers allowing us into the United States were all checked as we left the ship. The US Customs officer viewed us all suspiciously, especially a certain Dimitri Chikenoff. In a final farewell to the ship, Robert kissed his fingers and touched the ship as we disembarked, "Thank you for getting us here safely, sorry for doubting you." I think we all had felt the same at various points during the voyage. We followed Mantby down on to the pier. The driver of the limousine stood with his arms folded watching us, "Are you the Russian Prince?" I could see Martin wanted to laugh, he put on his best American, New York accent, "Not me bud, that's him." He gestured to Dima, raising his eyebrows as he did. America was going to be very different from home. ** Robert takes up the story "This will be your suite for your stay, Your Highness." The Manager of the Waldorf-Astoria gave a sweep of his arm across the huge room. Numerous doors lined the walls but the most impressive thing was the glass wall leading to a balcony looking out over a large park. "I hope this will be satisfactory for Your Highness. I will, of course, assign you a butler to attend to your every need while you are with us." Dima glanced at me. I could see he was trying not to smile too much. I loved the room, I could see that Dima loved it too. He was also getting a kick out of all the fawning that went with his position. He nodded, "It should do." "I have placed your travelling companion, Mr Williams, in the suite next door, I hope that is satisfactory." Dima nodded, "I am sure it will be." "Does your Highness know how long we will have the pleasure of your company?" Dima just looked at him. "His Highness and party will be staying for the foreseeable future." I interjected. The manager hesitated, I think he was much more used to gushy Americans, than inscrutable Russians. "Well, if I can be of any more assistance, please let me know." Dima nodded, "Yes, you can, actually. I see you have left some champagne here for us. Can you make sure some is also sent to my travelling companions next door, please?" "Certainly, Your Highness." Dima nodded and thanked him. With the door closed, Dima grabbed me, and beaming, led me to the glass wall. "Well, what do you think?" He kissed me. What could I say? "Dima, it is amazing. Thank you." He grinned and chuckled, "Don't thank me, thank Forts and Draco... Champagne?" ** Mantby takes up the story I was pleased to see that William looked as in awe of the suite we had been given at the Waldorf-Astoria as I was. It was bigger than my house. I didn't even want to think how much it must be costing; certainly, more for one night than I earned in a month. William looked a little embarrassed as the bellhop left. "I am pleased you chose to stay for a few days... You know... With me." I was just about to tell him not to be silly when there was a knock on the door. I went to open it. It was another member of the hotel staff. He was pushing a small champagne trolly holding a large silver ice bucket holding two bottles of champagne and a small silver tree stand holding a couple of crystal champagne flutes. I stepped to the side as he entered, "Gentlemen, complements of His Highness, Prince Chikenoff." I grinned at William as the waiter opened a bottle and poured out two glasses. He smiled, handing them to us both and then left. I walked over to William, "Looks like you will have to keep a close eye on Dima's spending... Of Forts money." William nodded and blushed as I clinked my glass to his. "Cheers." William smiled, "Yes, to meeting you... Cheers." He quickly took a sip and walked to the French doors leading out onto our own roof terrace. He glanced back at me, "You know, I still can't get my head round all this. I have no idea how Davy and Forts cope." He took another sip of his champagne and smiled, "I hadn't even drunk champagne until Forts had us stay at the Savoy... Not even at my wedding... Now look at me, I am in a hundred-pound handmade suit and staying at the most expensive hotel in New York." His voice trailed off. I walked over to him and put my arm round his waist. I kissed the side of his head, "We didn't have champagne at mine either... William..." William put down his glass before I could finish and turned and grabbed me face on, his arms holding me tightly round my shoulders. "I'm sorry, this is all new to me too... I don't know how I should behave, but I seem to be making a mess of it. I'm sorry... why when my body is telling me it is so right, is my head telling me it is so wr..." This time, I didn't let him finish, I mumbled, "shush, let's just play it by ear", and pushed my lips to his. He returned my kiss with passion, just like he had last night. We continued to make out, our tongues dancing together, our hearts beating out of our chests and our cocks rubbing obscenely over each other behind the material of our trousers. We broke apart, both a little breathless, I winked at him, "Shall we see what the bedroom is like?" William hesitated and then nodded. Together, we walked through into the bedroom. The bed was huge. William crossed to the window and closed the curtains. I chuckled. He turned nervously to me, "I'm sorry... I don't feel comfortable with them open... Someone might see us." I couldn't contain my grin, "What, forty-seven floors up?" He looked straight at me, "I'm sorry Martin." "Don't worry. Shall we get into bed?" William swallowed and nodded. There was no pitch blackness to hide in now, like there had been on the ship. He turned away from me and began to remove his jacket, then his shoes and socks. He glanced back at me; he was blushing and looked so uncomfortable. I gave him a wink and turned away to undress myself. Don't ask me how, but we both ended up in the bed, in perfect light. William had the covers up at his neck. He was lying on his back, totally rigid, his eyes tightly closed. I turned to face him and placed my hand on his chest above the sheets. He gasped. I leant forward, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." His eyes shot open and looked straight at me. "No, please, I do want to. I am just embarrassed, you can see me. It's so light." I had to smile. "William, you look amazing to me... Or is it that you don't want to look at me?" He looked panicked, "No, no, you're so handsome." "But you didn't mind last night." I let my statement hang. "It was dark. You couldn't see me," his voice was a whisper. I shuffled closer, my face mere inches from his, "Well, I don't mind if you want to close your eyes." He smiled and blushed. I kissed his nose. "But I would prefer you to just relax and keep them open." I moved my lips from his nose and pressed them to his once more. The tension between us evaporated as my tongue pushed against his lips, demanding entry to his warm mouth. He kept his eyes open, totally locked on mine. * Last night, William had insisted that the lights remain off. We had fumbled with each other in the darkness, each tentatively stroking and gripping the other's penis. From what I remembered, we both seemed to be a similar size, hopefully I would soon get to see him naked in daylight and confirm my suspicions. I slowly eased the sheets from around William's neck and began to uncover his chest, while my mouth continued to kiss him. Momentarily, he gripped the sheets and then let go. He was biting his lip. He closed his eyes. ** William takes up the story Martin chuckled. I had just snapped my eyes shut again. "We really don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he whispered as he nibbled at my exposed neck. Nervously, I looked at him. "No, I want to... I just feel so guilty... Plus, I don't really know what to do... I told you last night you are my first." I was a mess, my emotions conducting a battle royal. Guilt, lust, embarrassment, desire and love all assaulting me at once. "We can just do what we did last night, if you want?" Martin stroked my cheek again. Last night in the cabin, we had both been naked and had both wanked each other off in the total darkness. It felt so daring, so risky... Martin had tried to suck me, but I had cum as soon as I felt his breath on my cockhead. The excitement was overwhelming. He locked his eyes on mine. His hand slowly slipped down to my hard cock. I gasped, even though I knew what he was going to do. I bit my lip as his fingers gripped my shaft and gave a gentle squeeze. My balls began to tighten. "Martin, sorry..." He let go of my cock and rolled on to his back alongside me. He lay gazing up at the ceiling. I was in serious danger of completely fucking this up. I rolled on to my side facing him. "Can I do you? I've never done it before... But I want to... Please." He turned to face me and smiled. "Are you sure?" I nodded. With that, he pulled back the cover completely, exposing his naked body to me. My heart began to pound in my chest. Of course, I had seen naked adult men before, but never this close and never in bed with me. Martin smiled, "Take your time." God, I was like a nervous schoolboy on his first date. It had been different last night. I couldn't see him and more importantly to me anyway, he couldn't see the lust and desire in my eyes. Now, here in the semi daylight, I couldn't hide behind the mask of darkness. I would be totally exposed, all my nasty little, perverted desires... STOP WILLIAM! My fingers touched his chest, slowly pushing in to the patch of black hairs at its centre, I glanced into his eyes; he smiled and nodded, encouragingly. His nipples were erect, they rose like little towers through the hairs. They were bigger than mine. I reached forward and touched one. He gasped and his hard cock gave a jump. He grinned, "I have very sensitive nipples." I nodded and then blew gently across the erect nub. Down below, his cock throbbed again. I smiled, is this what it is all about, learning about each other's body? My fingers continued down his chest, across his furry stomach to his bellybutton. I glanced into his eyes again, once more he smiled and gave me a little wink. I turned to his erect cock. It hovered just above his skin, five inches long, about the same size as me, although his looked a little thicker and had a lot more visible veins running over its surface. He was uncut like me. I had heard of some guys having their foreskins removed, but as yet hadn't seen one. I reached out my middle finger to his cockhead, it bounced as I got close to it. I jumped and Martin giggled above me, "Go on, he doesn't bite... Well, not badly." A flash of electricity shot up my arm from my fingertip as it connected with his cockhead. How silly, the image of Michelangelo's painting on the roof of the Sistine Chapel ceiling, 'Hand of God', flashed into my mind. Yes, it felt that magical. Whereas last night I could only feel, today I was blessed with the gift of sight. Martin's cock twitched as my fingertips began to explore his cockhead. A bead of precum appeared at his cocklips. My fingertip pushed through it, I felt his wet stickiness on my skin. I grinned up at him. He returned my smile. My fingers slipped down his shaft and gripped it. Slowly I wanked it, pushing more precum out on to the head. The blob steadily enlarged as I watched in growing fascination. I felt myself moving closer, closer, my mouth opening. His cock twitched. I am sure he was holding his breath like me. What was I doing? I glanced back up at him and flicked my tongue somewhere it had never been before. Martin groaned. Fuck, I hadn't even ever done this to my wife. But here and now it seemed so right, just so right. I closed my eyes and slipped my mouth down over his cockhead, my tongue desperate to lick up and savour everything his cock had to give. His precum exploded over my taste buds. Before I knew it I was wanking him hard while my tongue twisted and writhed over his cockhead. Martin's hands dropped to my head, cradling it gently as I feasted, lost. After a few moments, he spoke, "Shall I do you now?" I looked up. As it was, my free hand was beating my cock hard. I didn't know how much longer I would last. Indecision gripped me, Martin sensed it, he smiled again, "It doesn't matter if you cum... In fact, I would like it." His firm hands guided me on to my back and he shuffled so that he was kneeling over me. His hands cupped my balls and then moved to wanking my shaft slowly. I gripped the bedding, fireworks already going off in my head. I glanced down as he leant forward. I held my breath again, biting my lip in anticipation. His mouth opened and I could feel his warm breath on my cockhead. His hand eased my foreskin totally back, then his lips and tongue caressed my cock. This was another first. Not that Brenda had ever offered to suck my cock. I am sure if she had, I would have stopped her and told her it was dirty, and yet... this, Martin's mouth, a male mouth, felt so right, so good. "Nooooo," I wailed as my balls tightened and I hurtled like a steam train past the point of no return. My hands flailed for his head, "Martin, sorry, I am cumming, watch out." I squirmed, desperate to pull my cock from his mouth, but he sucked harder, wanked me faster. "Martinnnnn," I wailed as my cock exploded in his mouth. Shame engulfed me, a tear rolled down my cheek, my lip trembled uncontrollably. "I am so sorry, I'm so sorry." He couldn't have heard me, I didn't want him to hate me. I tried to move off the bed as soon as Martin pulled off my cock. He lip-smacked his lips and smiled, "Mmmm, tasty. Hey where are you off to?" I was gobsmacked, "You don't mind?" He smiled and moved up towards me, "Of course I don't." He kissed my lips and stroked my face. "Doesn't it taste horrible?" He chuckled and licked his lips again, "Nope. It is a bit strange the first time, just a little salty and gloopy." "But it smells like bleach!" He winked, "Sure doesn't taste like that." He lay beside me and pulled me into his arms. ** Davy takes up the story Athol seemed okay with my decision and had confirmed that Freddy could be a fag to Lillis. With the school day over, I popped my head into the staffroom, intending to ask Archie if he would give me a lift back, as no one seemed to have come over to get me. I had been forgotten about again. Maybe my bleating did sound a bit pathetic. Athol had shaken his head and looked at Archie, "Tell him... I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" He then laughed like a drain, to use the old English expression. He looked straight at me, bleating, "Forts doesn't love me, Forts doesn't love me. Everyone has forgotten me..." If I didn't know better, I would have thought he had been speaking to Chris McPhee, that was how he always taunted me. Archie was by my side and pulled me into a hug. "Your gorgeous Prince is on his way over right now. He rang a few minutes ago to make sure you waited for him." Now I felt silly. Athol joined us in the group hug. He kissed us both, then whined, "Forts doesn't love me..." Then more laughter. I kissed them both and headed down to the courtyard, arriving just as Forts' Jeep arrived. I waited by the door. Forts was driving with Duke sat next to him in the front. As Duke saw me, he covered his eyes with his hands in mock terror. Forts was wetting himself with laughter. The Jeep skidded to a stop. Duke leapt dramatically out and dropped to his knees, kissing the ground. Forts jumped out and ran at me, "DAVYEEEE!" He swept me up and burled me round. "Forts, have you been drinking?" "NOOOOOO," he was grinning like a loon. "Davy, it's ours! It's ours." I must have looked puzzled. "Dunecht House! We own it. They accepted the offer Mishcon made, he just phoned." My smile now mirrored Forts' as the two of us danced round and round. Duke caught my eye, he winked and mouthed, "Congratulations!" ** Freddy takes up the story I was looking out of Lillis' window... He, he, our window down into the Castle Courtyard. A Jeep had just pulled up by the doors to the Castle in a cloud of dust. "Lillis, I think Forts is here... Why is he here?" Lillis came out of the ensuite with just a towel around his waist. He joined me by the window and looked down. "It's definitely Forts! What is Duke up to?" I peered closer as Duke leapt on to his knees, bum in the air and kissed the ground. "I don't know... It looks like he is praying. You know, like one of those Mohamedons." Forts was in his long kilt. He leapt out of the Jeep and ran towards someone, his plaid broach shone in the early evening light. While we watched, his face changed to a beaming smile, his lips forming the words so easy to read even from up here, "DAVY!" Lillis glanced at his watch and then moved closer to me and looked down through the window, "He must be picking up Mr Thomas." "He seems very pleased to see him." I felt a pang of jealousy. We watched as Forts picked up Davy and burled him round. The two of them looked so happy. Davy's face went from surprise to sheer joy and they seemed to dance about. "What do you think has happened?" Lillis glanced down again, "No idea, but they both look very pleased about it. You do realise they are truly madly deeply in love, don't you?" I didn't answer. I wanted to open the window. I wanted Forts to look up and see me... I wanted... I turned away from the window, as Forts had told me in London, 'I knew what it was like to want.' Lillis was grinning, laying naked on the bed, his body stretched out, arms behind his head, his hairy armpits on display... and his hard cock. He smiled, "Come on then Fag. Are you ready for lesson three?" ********************** 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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