Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2024 16:41:30 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 158c

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"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?"

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 158c

Part 158c minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

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

Richard Forbes – (Mr Forbes/Richard/Rich) 30year old New History Master
at Fraser Castle School. Deceased partner Martin was a soldier.

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.  **

James takes up the story

"Good morning, Abby."

"Good morning, James."

Abby smiled and handed me a telegram. "James, this just arrived. I am sure
Forts and Davy will be pleased."

I scanned the telegram. 'Arrived Safely. Having a few days to settle
in. Staying at Waldorf- Astoria, New York. Every one well. Regards HH
Prince Dimitri Chikenoff. Dima. STOP.'

I smiled, that was great news. I wondered which suite they would be staying
in? If I knew Dima, I already knew. I smiled at Abby, "Great news, I will
make sure Forts knows as soon as I see him. Anything else?"

"Squadron Leader Burgess has rung twice to speak to you. He wouldn't leave
a message. He said he needed to speak to you personally. He is going to
ring back."

"Alright." I wonder what he wanted? I didn't have long to wait to find out.

"Oh, and this arrived. Count Samara has sent a letter, too, about the
annual Russian Ball." Abby handed it to me.

I scanned it quickly. Forts hadn't mentioned that there would be another
one. I had honestly thought that with Dima away, it wouldn't take place
this year. If it was to take place it was going to be a whole pile of work
for Abby and me and the rest of the household. I had already been
approached by Denis. The current staff were having a problem keeping up
with everything, especially as Forts kept inviting people to stay. Denis
wanted to take on more cleaners specifically, more kitchen staff, and also
some more footmen, then we were very short of grooms too. I had yet to
address Forts with these requests. I added Samara's letter to my folder for
the meeting and had just scribbled a note about staffing when the phone
began to ring again.

Abby reached for it and answered. "Good morning, Pittodrie House... Yes
Squadron Leader, I will pass the phone to him." Abby handed the phone to
me, mouthing, "Squadron Leader Burgess."

"Squadron Leader. Stuart, good morning. I hear you have rung a few
times. How can I help you? ... Oh, news does travel fast... Yes, I can
confirm Forts and Davy have purchased Dunecht House and the Estates... Have
I spoken to him yet about? ... No Stuart, I haven't... I know I said I
would! And I will. Christ, they have only just brought it!" I could feel my
hackles rising, "The King has offered to open it as part of a visit? I bet
he has... Stuart, so much easier than giving one of his own residences... I
am not being like anything! Just give Forts and Davy a break... The annual
Russian Ball, yes, Abby and I were just discussing it. PARDON? The King
would like Forts to extend an invitation to The Princess Elizabeth and
Prince Philip of Greece? Well, I don't think Forts will have any objection
to the Princess Elizabeth, I am not so sure about Philip though. The King
asked? He is not backward in coming forward is he... I will add it to my
list... Yes... Yes, hopefully see you again soon too. Yes, goodbye."

Abby's eyes widened as I slammed down the phone handset. The problem was I
knew this wasn't Stuart's doing. Like me, he was a flunky who did what he
was told. To outsiders our roles looked so glamorous and powerful, if only
they knew the truth. Abby stood silently and crossed to the tea tray. She
made me a cup and brought it over to me.

I smiled. "Thank you."

*

"Oh, is there enough for us too?" Forts breezed into the room with
Davy. Waggling his fingers at Abby in the universal sign for a cup of tea.

Abby curtseyed, and I gave a head bow. "Your Imperial Highness, Your
Grace."

Abby poured two more cups and brought them over. Forts beamed, "Thank you
Abby, any bickies?"

Davy chuckled, "Sorry Abby, his Royal Porkiness seems to have a bottomless
stomach today."

Forts just winked. "It's all the energy you make me expel."

Davy gasped and playfully punched him on the arm.

Forts was still beaming, "Oops sorry Abby. James, what have you got for us
today?"

I had managed to recover from my phone call and was smiling again. I handed
Forts the telegram. "Good news."

Forts scanned the paper and grinned, "Davy, everyone has arrived safely in
New York," he handed the telegram to Davy.

"I will have to tell mum. I know she is missing Dad... The Waldorf-Astoria?
Is that a nice hotel then?"

I nodded, "Probably the nicest."

Forts chuckled, "Good old Dima!"

Davy sighed, "Exactly, especially when he is not paying."

Forts wrapped his arms round Davy and kissed him on the lips. I wondered if
it was a performance designed to please Davy and indicate to Abigale Forts
was not available. "Ahh, Davy, don't be like that. Dima is sorting things
out for us all, he deserves to stay in a nice hotel." Forts kissed him
again, "He can check them out for us before we go ourselves after the war."
Forts turned back to me as they broke apart. "Anything else? Davy has
decided to join me riding today and I am keen to get him in the saddle
before he changes his mind."

Now that took me by surprise, "Davy is going riding?"

Forts nodded and wrapped his arm round Davy's waist again. "Yes, he says he
wants to get more involved in the things that interest me."

I glanced at Davy. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. Well, that was good
news, wasn't it?

"So, what else have you got for us, or can we go and get changed?" Forts
winked at Davy.

I pulled out a chair, "A few more things, I am afraid."

"Go on." Forts looked at me quizzically and then turned to Davy and winked,
"This doesn't mean you get to change your mind."

Davy beamed back, "Oh damn."

I cleared my throat, "I think you had both better sit down first."

Forts raised his eyebrows and sat down with Davy. I glanced at Abigale,
now, should I speak in front of her or ask her to leave. No, she would find
out soon enough, anyway. "There are a couple of things. Dunecht House and
also the Russian Ball."

"What about Dunecht House, there is not a problem, is there?" Forts looked
at Davy, with a look of concern on his face.

I glanced at Abigale, again wondering if I should speak in front of her. I
had to trust her or what was the point of her working here. "Your Imperial
Highness, Your Grace."

Forts pulled a face and winked at Davy, "Not sounding too good, is it?
'Your Imperial Highness and Your Grace'... James, what is it?"

I glanced at Abby, "This is not for the minutes. I will add a summary
later."

"James, now you are really worrying us." Forts reached for Davy's hand and
squeezed it.

*

Davy and Forts sat in silence as I explained about my conversation with
Stuart and the various suggestions of the King.

Forts sat back in his chair, while it was Davy who spoke. "So, they want us
to turn Dunecht House into a recuperation hospital as soon as possible."

"Or Pittodrie House." I added, getting a glare from Forts.

Davy continued, "Because we have so many homes, and it will look better to
the British public, who may otherwise have reservations about Forts and my
lifestyle, and could raise objections, is that it? Have I understood you
correctly?"

I felt myself swallow. "Yes, that's about it in a nutshell."

"So, a classic Hobson's choice, then?"

I nodded, "It appears so."

Forts sat forward, "Sorry to be Mr Thicky, but what are you talking about?"

Davy winked at Forts, "Don't worry, you can't help it."

Forts pouted, he turned to Abigale, "He loves me really, you know."

She giggled and looked down.

Davy sighed. "Forts, it is a play in which the main character, a Mr Hobson,
has to make a decision. He is given a number of unacceptable options, so
there is only one choice he can really make... So, he has no choice
really... Hence it's called Hobson's Choice. The King has given a number of
options, but actually left us no choice, we have to turn Dunecht House into
a hospital."

Forts wasn't happy, he sat for a moment and then pushed the phone towards
me, "Get Buckingham Palace on the phone."

My heart sank, I looked at Davy. Thankfully, he understood my pleading
glance.

Davy took hold of his arm. "Forts, I don't think that will help... If I
have picked up anything from mixing with these people, he will deny
everything... It is honestly better to keep him as an ally... After all,
Dunecht House needs to be done up before we move in, and that will nearly
be impossible until the war finishes. Let them have the place until after
the war, then together, we will turn it into the Versailles of
Scotland. Fuck them."

Forts looked directly at me, "What do you think?"

"I think Davy is right... Well, apart from the 'Fuck them'."

Forts sighed, "Alright, but it stays under our control, not the
government's. Ask Harding to view the place, I want him in charge. We are
paying for it all, understand?! No one is going to criticise our
generosity." Forts reached for Davy's hand and squeezed it, lovingly.

Davy was nodding and leant over and kissed Forts on the cheek, "Bloody
right, it's an excellent idea. Maybe Mum could help out as his secretary,
it will give her something to do until Dad gets back... Keep her occupied."

Forts nodded, smiling, "Hey, we are both full of great ideas... James,
speak to Harding and Brenda and let me know, and then tell the Palace what
is going to happen." Forts chuckled, "That's the offer... return the
Hobson's choice, with our compliments."

I nodded, smiling now too. I loved these chaps. Forts went to stand, "Err,
sorry Forts, there are a few other things."


**

Dan takes up the story

Duke had already told me that Forts intended to go riding after the morning
meeting. What came as a shock was that Davy was going to be going too, Davy
hated horses.

Duke and I had changed into our riding gear as Forts and Davy got
ready. The two of them appeared from their apartment. Forts was killing
himself laughing as Davy tried to make the bulge in the front of his
jodhpurs look slightly less obscene. Davy wasn't seeing the funny side, "I
thought you just wanted to show your dick off! But with these bloody
things, you don't have a choice!" More fiddling, "Oh, I give up!"

Forts grabbed him and kissed him, "Yes, just let it all hang out! Ah, good
morning chaps." Forts smiled at Duke and me, "See Davy, Duke and Dan have
impressive bulges too," more raucous laughter from Forts.

With Davy still fidgeting and blushing, we all made our way up to the
stables. I could see that Pegasus, Baxter, and Thunder were all saddled up
and waiting for us. Jeremy hurried over as we entered the stable
yard. "Good morning, Davy, Forts." Even he seemed surprised to see Davy in
riding gear. "Are you all going riding?"

Forts glanced at Davy and dissolved in to laughter, "No, His Grace just
likes the outfit."

Davy glared at him and then thankfully joined him, laughing.

Jeremy smiled nervously and turned away, "Cailin, can you saddle up Hunter
too? For His Grace."

Cailin glanced back at Jeremy, "For Davy?"

Jeremy nodded sharply and gestured with his head for Cailin to get on with
it. Hunter was quickly saddled up, and Cailin led him to the stone mounting
steps. I think at this point Davy had enough. He marched over as Forts
sniggered.

"I am quite capable of getting on to a horse without the use of steps! I
may not ride very often. That's because I don't like the dumb animals, not
because I can't get on them."

Hunter let out a disapproving grunt.

Poor Cailin now had no idea what to do, he moved Hunter from the steps
towards Davy and then stopped. "Thank you." Davy snapped, while Forts
rolled around laughing like a cartoon character.

Like a seasoned professional, Davy put his foot into the stirrups and swung
up on to the saddle. "What are you all waiting for?"

Forts grinned and quickly mounted Pegasus, while Duke and I got on to
Baxter and Thunder.

Davy and Hunter walked over, Davy grinned, "Come on, let's get this over
with!"

Forts just roared with laughter again and leant over and kissed him. "I
love you, you're so funny."


**

Athol takes up the story

"Richard, come in, I understand you want to speak to me?"

I watched as Richard came over to my desk, "Please, take a seat."

He smiled as he sat down. "Thank you for seeing me."

"Not at all, what can I do for you?"

"It is about the history trip we spoke of when I first arrived. With the
improvement in the weather, I was hoping that I could begin planning the
trip."

"Certainly, where were you intending to take the boys again?"

"Well, that is where I am hoping you can help. Forts, sorry His Imperial
Highness and I spoke some time ago now about taking some boys to Craigievar
Castle. But I haven't managed to speak to him since then."

"Just call him Forts," I smiled, "I am sure that won't be a problem." I
stood, "Hang on, I can hear horses outside."

I peered out the window and was right, just dismounting in the courtyard
were Forts, Davy, Duke, and Dan. "If you can wait a moment, you will be
able to ask him yourself; that's Davy and Forts just arrived here."

We didn't have long to wait before a laughing and decidedly looking saddle
sore Davy came into the room. Both were now minus their riding boots and in
stocking feet. Forts stopped, "Oh, sorry Dad, we didn't mean to interrupt."

I waved them in, "You're not. In fact, Richard, Mr Forbes and I were just
talking about you."

Forts laughed, "Oh God, what have I done now?"

"Nothing, please, both of you come and sit down."

"Athol, do you mind if I stand?" Davy rubbed his backside. Forts roared.

"No, I know the feeling. Forts, that's mean of you making Davy ride over."

"Hey, I didn't, did I?"

Davy nodded and rubbed his arse again.

Forts gasped, "You liar," then roared with laughter again.

"Forts, Richard was wondering if the History class could still stay at
Craigievar Castle, as part of the living history class?"

Forts beamed, "Yes, of course. I had nearly forgotten about that."

Richard smiled, "Well, with the weather improving now."

Forts nodded, "Yes spring is in the air, it is lovely to see the Daffodils
coming into bloom and hear the buzz of insects."

Richard nodded, "It is, will you still be coming with us, err, Forts?"

"Sure, if you want me. I would love to." Forts glanced at Davy, "What about
you?"

I interrupted before Davy could answer, "Sorry Forts, Davy, Mr Thomas is
required here to teach. He has had quite enough time off. Plus, you know he
hates camping."

"Camping?" Forts grinned.

Richard nodded, "In the grounds of the Castle, but yes, camping."

Forts winked, "It sounds like a load of fun, count me in."


**

Forts continues the story

After the meeting with Richard, and while the horses relaxed and Davy
rested his sore bum, I decided to go and make sure Freddy was alright.
Davy had told me he was now going to 'Fag' for Lillis. I excused myself and
headed up the stairs to the prefects' rooms.

I didn't even think about knocking. I just walked in. There was an
explosion of bedding and a gasped, "Christ!"

Lillis leapt up, naked. Behind him, a lump moved under the sheet towards
the far side of the bed. Lillis looked horrified as went, "Tsk, tsk," and
crossed to the bed. I took hold of the edge of the sheet.

"It's not how it looks, Forts."

I smirked, "Oh, this sounds like it is going to be good. I am looking
forward to hearing your explanation, Lillis." I raised my eyebrows and
pulled the sheet off the now stationary lump. "Good afternoon, Freddy."

Naked and still with a stiffy, Freddy grinned and jumped towards me,
"Forts!" He threw his arms round me. Lillis stood with his mouth open, but
biting his lip, and speechless. His own lazy lob sticking out at an
ever-decreasing angle in front of him. Its head, now only partially
uncovered and glistening, with what I presumed was precum as the foreskin
struggled to encase his glans.

"Forts, you came to see me!" Freddy wrapped his arms round me and was
struggling to jump up and get his legs around my waist. Now, can I say if
you are in jodhpurs your normally soft cock is obvious enough. With
Freddy's pert bum wriggling right on top of it, mine was starting to
thicken. Freddy obviously felt it. He gave me a cheeky smile, giggled, and
waggled his arse on it even more. "Freddy enough, down you get." I lowered
Freddy to his feet, he stood, hands by his side, his cock still hard.

Lillis leapt towards the small table and chairs and pulled a chair back,
"Forts please."

I nodded and sat down. Freddy promptly jumped up on to my lap. "Freddy!"

"Please, Forts, I have missed you."

I chuckled and gave him a tickle. "Hmmmm, it doesn't look like it." Freddy
squirmed, giggling.

I looked over at a nervous-looking Lillis. "So, what's going on, Lillis?
Davy told me what he had said to you. I am not sure this really fits with
that. Care to explain yourself to me, or shall I fetch Mr Thomas?"

Lillis swallowed, nodding towards Freddy. "He tricked me, Forts."

Freddy squirmed on my now hard cock, rubbing his bare, tiny, delicious,
pert arse against it over the material some more. "No, I didn't," Freddy
grinned back at me, "We are on the final lesson! Lillis has been teaching
me."

Lillis groaned. I raised my eyebrows as Lillis' composure rapidly collapsed
before my eyes. "Oh God, Mr Thomas and Mr MacDonald are going to kill me."

I remained silent. I had decided I would let Lillis suffer a bit longer. I
then turned to Freddy, "So, what is the final lesson?" I began tickling
Freddy as Lillis watched on, a sudden dawning on his face as he realised I
wasn't about to turn him in to Davy or Athol.

Freddy was squirming and shrieking, "Popping my cherry!"

"What?" I tickled harder.

"Popping my cherry... Popping my cherry," Freddy shrieked hysterically.

I didn't stop tickling him, "And has your cherry been popped?"

"Noooo, no, nooooooo, you came in," Freddy giggled as I stopped tickling
him.

I winked at Lillis, "Sorry about that."

"I'm not Forts. He is insatiable, he wants to play with my cock all the
time."

I stifled a laugh. Now, that I could relate to.

Lillis went silent, "So you're not going to tell Davy or Mr MacDonald?"

"I should. But, with this little minx, I would probably be the same." I
began tickling the squirming Freddy. "Lillis, you need to get yourself a
boyfriend like my Davy, that would put paid to your fun."

Lillis grinned, "I think I have one," he reached over and tweaked Freddy's
nose, "You should see his little cross patch face when other boys talk to
me now."

Now that I could DEFINETLY relate to.


**

William takes up the story two days later, Martin's last night.

The last few days had been a social whirl. The day light hours had been
spent sightseeing. After London, I couldn't really believe it, no blackout,
no air raid sirens, full shops; had the war even touched America? Dima was
enjoying his newfound status as the 'Numero Uno'. We were given the best
seats in all the restaurants and every night we had enjoyed the fun in the
skylight lounge down on the nineteenth floor. It was a dream. Martin was
constantly by my side, I don't think I even thought about Brenda or being
home. But tonight was his last night with me. He had to be back on board
the RMS Queen Elizabeth by lunchtime tomorrow. It kind of put the damper on
things, that and my hesitation about doing 'it' for the first time. Oh, I
wanted to, but what man doesn't hesitate when it comes to having something
inserted into his arse?

Martin had tried each night slowly introducing a lubed finger into me. But
I had tensed up to the point it became too painful and I had begged him not
to continue, then I had spent the rest of the night cross with myself in
the darkness.

*

We had retired to our room slightly earlier, leaving Dima and Robert
dancing and laughing in the Skylight lounge. Our suite, unbeknown to us,
until we opened the door, had been transformed with flickering candles and
a large champagne bucket, a romantic fairy ground and all courtesy of
Dima. Maybe I had been wrong about him, he was every bit as generous as
Forts.

I had stood speechless as the room's transformation was revealed. Martin
pulled me to him and kissed me. I kissed him back, then broke the kiss and
stroked his cheek. Our eyes looked lovingly into each other's. I felt my
voice falter, "Martin, please can we try again tonight?"

He smiled, a beautiful smile, "Yes, if you want to."

I nodded.

Martin crossed to the ice bucket and opened the champagne with a loud
pop. He poured us each a glass and, with our arms entwined, we both took a
sip from the crystal flutes. He smiled again, "To us... And thank you for
the last few amazing days... and nights."

I trembled, "It is me who should be thanking you... You have shown me the
light."

Martin winked, "Well, let's hope for some fireworks later, then."

I blushed and nodded. Together, we moved out on to the suite's roof terrace
and sat arm in arm looking over the New York skyline towards Central
Park. It was a beautiful night, just the distant sounds of the city that
never sleeps, rising up from way below us.

We sat laughing, joking, kissing and drinking until the first bottle was
empty, then Martin stood and smiled, he held out his hand to me. It was now
or never. I stood and nervously followed him back inside the suite and
through to the bedroom.

We both removed our shoes and socks as we entered. Martin had made me laugh
on the second night, pointing out that in the films, no one seemed to have
to take off their shoes and socks, joking that it was probably because
there was no sexy way to do it. He had me in fits of laughter as he hopped
about on one foot while trying to remove the other foots shoe and sock.

*

Tonight, now barefooted before him, I began to undress him. Yes, we had
progressed since that first night dressing with our backs to each
other. His eyes never left mine. My heart was racing again. Everything
about him excited me, his smell, his dashing good looks, his fit
body. There was nothing I didn't find sexy about him. He insisted we take
turns each removing one item of clothing from the other and then standing
while the other did the same.

We both chuckled at our tented underwear. I dropped to my knees. I wanted
to do this. I needed to do it. My fingers curled into the waistband of his
boxer shorts, and I slowly pulled them down. My hands teasingly caressed
his furry arse cheeks, while his erect cock strained against the waistband,
before springing free and slapping against his toned stomach. I inhaled the
manly musk coming from his now exposed groin. He shuffled his boxers off
his ankles and with a flip of one foot, they vanished across the room,
leaving him totally naked before me.

My fingers gripped his bum and eased his hips forward. My eyes couldn't or
was it wouldn't leave his now exposed and glistening cockhead. It throbbed,
hard and veiny, the foreskin stretched tight back. It looked delicious, his
hairy balls hovering expectantly just below in their wrinkled sack. I leant
forward and eased his erect shaft to the side as I buried my nose in to his
pubes. Men, real men, smell so sexy. I breathed deeply, my head flooding
with eau de martin, leaving me feeling light-headed, floating even. I felt
Martin's hands drop to the top of my head and his fingers entwine in my
hair. I glanced up at him. His steely shaft of flesh pressed hard alongside
my nose. I turned to face it. My tongue left my mouth and slowly dragged
from the base of his cock up to the exposed glans. Martin gasped, his hands
gripped my head tighter. I dragged my tongue over his frenulum, between the
split in his glans and up to his cock lips. My tongue was rewarded with a
splash of man nectar, it caused my taste buds to explode. Again, it flashed
though my head, how could anyone find this unpleasant? I could only
conclude they had never tried, for if they had, they would never stop.

I wrapped my tongue round his glans, velvet on velvet, ermine on ermine, If
I died now I would die happy. I must have gone to town on his cock. Martin
gently rocked his hips, feeding me more of my meaty treat. Finally, his
grip tightened, and he pulled my mouth reluctantly from his cock. "Come on,
let me get you on the bed." His strong hands helped me up and led me to the
large bed. My heart began to race. He smiled at me reassuringly, "Let me
try something else. Get yourself on to all fours, head down and bum up," he
winked as I assumed the position.

His hands remained on my back as he moved behind me, their touch strangely
supportive. I gasped and lunged forward as what I could only assume was his
tongue flicked over my hole. "Oh, Martin, isn't that dirty?"

His grip on my waist tightened, and he pulled my hips back firmly, his
tongue once more flicking across my tensed hole. I groaned out, I should
feel disgusted, sickened, but it felt so good, so amazingly good. He worked
his tongue tip in and out of me, just a fraction of an inch, but each time
he withdrew, I pushed back, desperate to get that feeling again.

I heard a chuckle from behind me, and then something cold and wet covered
my hole. I tensed again. I knew what was coming. Martin gave my arse a
playful slap and ordered me to relax. He tapped me on the back, "Here, take
this and sniff it up each nostril in turn." Martin handed me a little
bottle.

"I don't want to take drugs! What is it?"

Martin chuckled, "Take a sniff, it isn't drugs. Robert gave it to me, he
thought it might help. He said, 'it smells of happy'."

"No Martin, please tell me you didn't tell Robert and Dima."

Martin chuckled again, "You are really going to have to get over
this... They are the same as us, for god's sake! And if it helps, let's try
it."

Somewhat reluctantly, I unscrewed the bottle and tentatively took a sniff;
it smelt chemically. I took another sniff and was about to turn back to
tell Martin it wasn't working when my words begun to tumble uncontrollably
from my mouth. "It doesn't smell of much... Wow. Oh, my
God... Shit... Fuck..." I giggled as the contents of my head did
somersaults. My mouth flooded with saliva and I felt my arse twitch to his
continued touch. I wanted his finger in me. "Now, do it now," I gasped.

Martin didn't speak, but I felt my arse open as his finger coated in the
lube slipped effortlessly inside me, all the tension of the previous nights
gone. I giggled as the poppers switched off all my defences.

"Are you okay?" Martin asked.

"Better than you can imagine." I ground back on his finger.

"Ready for two?"

"Mmmmm... Oooh, I can feel that."

"Have another sniff."

I scrabbled to open the bottle, and was soon grinding back now with two of
his fingers deep inside me, working my arse muscle, slowly opening me up
between them as they scissored open and closed.

"Ready for three?" Martin moaned.

I nodded, my face buried in the bedding.

"Take another sniff."

My fingers curled into the sheets as three fingers joined forces inside
me. How did this feel so good? Worse, why was I only now learning how great
your arse can make you feel?

"Noooo," Martin had removed his fingers.

He chuckled and leant forward, whispering, "Hang on, I am looking for
something."

A solitary finger re-entered my welcoming hole. I felt it curl, connecting
with the inner walls, it began to tap and stroke the inner wall. I gasped
and my cock throbbed. "I think you have found it," I grunted as spasms of
pleasure flew through my insides and down to my balls.

Martin pushed his finger tip against it again, "It's not only ladies who
have a special button. This is yours, it's called your prostate."

I couldn't speak, I just grunted and manoeuvred my arse back and forth over
his finger tip. Martin interspersed stretching my hole with his fingers and
with licking and kissing my now welcoming arse lips.

"Shall we try now?" His voice was almost a whisper. I nodded, I so wanted
this and didn't want to leave him disappointed and me frustrated again.

I buried my head deeper into the mattress and waited, willing my hole to
accept him this time. I was aware of him coating his shaft with lube and
then movement as he got behind me. I instinctively tensed as I felt his
cockhead touch my arse; Fucking hell! What is it about straight guys and
their arses?

Martin's voice was almost a purr, "Relax, relax... There you go, the head
is in, your cherry is well and truly popped." I automatically relaxed,
maybe my sphincter realised there was nothing else to defend. Martin
grunted as he slid inch after inch of his cock into me. His hands moving to
my waist, he gripped me tight and ground his pubes against my arse cheeks.

I glanced round at him, tears filling my eyes, "You did it, thank you,
thank you."

He smiled, was that a tear I saw in his eye too? "No, we did it and thank
you, too."

Martin manoeuvred his cock inside me, stroking it over and over my
prostate, until my cock was dribbling precum on the sheets below me and my
mind was on fire.

"Do you want to try it with you on your back?"

I did. Slowly, he pulled his cock from me. I suddenly felt so
empty. Quickly, I turned over and lay on my back. Martin gripped my legs
and laid them vertically on his chest, he moved his cock and butt forwards
and easily slipped back inside my hole. The waves of pleasure engulfed me,
each inch of his cock, another tingle shooting through me. He began to fuck
me, our eyes not separating.

I mouthed, "I love you."

He smiled and winked, then moved my legs to his sides and guided them round
his hips as he lay on top of me. His lips joined mine and our tongues once
more begun exploring every part of each other's mouths. I couldn't believe
I hadn't done this before... I began to giggle. Martin paused his thrusts,
"What is it?"

I smiled into his eyes, "I was just thinking, no wonder my Davy always has
a smile on his face... This is amazing."

Martin nodded. "Well, the night is still young." He deeply thrust into me
again, causing me to close my eyes in sheer bliss.

He buried his face in to my neck, nibbling my skin, as I felt him increase
the speed of his thrusts. He then grunted several times as he pumped his
cum deep into me. I guess I was no longer a virgin.


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