Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2020 14:47:42 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 21

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Forts and I spent the rest of the afternoon helping Mr MacDonald sort out
the post and making sure all the boys had a present, however little.

`Are you two joining us in the staff room tomorrow night, Christmas Eve?

We both nodded. Mr MacDonald gave us both a big hug, he hadn't done that
for some time.


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Operation Pied Piper – Part 21



Christmas Eve day had started with us boys, giving the Castle a thorough
clean and then helping peel vegetables in the kitchen, Mr G and Mr C had
gone out in Bessy and came back with four huge plucked and oven ready
turkeys and a huge piece of beef rib, obtained from a local farm, none of
us had ever seen anything so big, in fact none of us had ever seen a
turkey, they were a new addition to Christmas in Britain and still rare. I
had wanted to go with Mr G and Mr C, but from the discussions I overheard,
I got the impression that the transaction wasn't exactly legal, anyway Mr
MacDonald had said no, so there it was. Forts and the Prefects had been
arranging the great hall, erecting tables and putting out chairs for
everyone, it was obvious the Masters were doing their utmost to make it a
Christmas to remember. One of our last jobs was helping Mr Duncan put out
plates, glasses, knives and forks etc, then as a finishing touch some of
the soldiers had brought in great boughs of Holly and Ivy to decorate the
hall and the main staircase, Lieutenant Farquharson and his twenty men
would also be eating with us.

We found out during the day that it was only Forts and I who had been
invited to the staff room soiree, with Mr MacDonald, Mr G, Mr C, Lieutenant
Farquharson and the man who supplied the turkeys, whoever that was. The
rest of the Masters and all the other pupils would be holding a carol
concert and service in the great hall. The day raced past, but dragged too,
especially once all the jobs had been finished and we were waiting for the
party to start. Forts and I had showered early and were desperate to get
dressed in our finery too, as soon as the dinner gong ran out we made our
way to have dinner, luckily Mr MacDonald spotted us, he stopped us and said
we would be eating later in the staff room so we returned to Forts room on
the fourth floor. On a small silver platter were two crystal tumblers of
Whisky; we guessed who had left us those.

`Well how do I look?

I gave a twirl as I emerged from behind the screen in Forts room, luckily
Dickens had agreed to get changed in a room with two of the other Prefects,
so we had it to ourselves.

`You look great Davy, but I have a surprise for you, tonight you are going
to wear a great kilt like me, with a fly plaid, so loose the short kilt and
lay down on this'

I couldn't believe it, he gestured for me to take off my kilt, which I did,
pronto. On the floor neatly laid out and ready to put on was the material
for a great kilt, I thought he had been doing it for himself. I grinned
like an idiot, this was special, I laid down while Forts wearing only his
shirt, tie, kilt socks and black brogues, his cock and big balls swinging
as he knelt down to help me to belt up the kilt and attach the fly plaid to
the jacket he had magically produced for me to wear too. He stood back

`You look amazing'

He came over and kissed me, I couldn't stop my self-grabbing his swinging
cock and balls laughing he slapped away my hands.

`Let me get dressed first'

He laughed as he laid out his kilt material; knowing I was watching him
intently from behind, his cock and balls swinging temptingly; his long fat
soft cock, its swollen bellend hanging below his heavy ball sac. If the
saying practice makes perfect is true, I was amazed how quickly he could
now pleat his Kilt, especially thinking back to the lesson Mr MacDonald had
given him on how to do it and how that had gone. With the pleats all done,
he was soon lying down about to attach his belt. He looked so horny, I
couldn't stop myself, I dropped onto all fours and crawled over to him,
pushing back the first flap of material he had brought over himself,
revealing his cock and balls to me again, he gave up attempting to do up
his belt.

`Davy'

He moaned as I took his cock into my mouth

`Gshoosh'

Was all that came from my mouth; well I was sucking on his now thickening
cock. I felt it chubbing up and lengthening in my hands and mouth as I
sucked and gently wanked him, his bellend began to swell to its full size,
I glanced at him he had given up the struggle against me and was lying
flat, he moved his hands to my head as I began sucking, kissing, wanking
the full length of his now hard cock, from ball sac to cock lips; all hard
veiny seven amazing fat inches. He manoeuvred my head up and down ensuring
I didn't miss any of his incredible cock, I could hear his breathing
getting faster, I let go of his thick meat

`No don't stop, not yet, I am so close'

He gasped; his eyes pleading me to continue, his hands tried to push my
head back to his cock, I carried on crawling forward his swaying throbbing
cock vanished under the front of my kilt, it duelled with my own errection
for a moment as I shuffled myself up. I reached under me for his hard shaft
and positioned it at the entrance to my arse, he was now smiling at me,
grinning even. I slowly sat back feeling the pressure of his bellend
against my hole, I gave a little wiggle smearing his precum against my hole
and over his bellend, another gentle push and he popped into me, we both
gasped, that feeling never bettered, as I began to ride my arse down his
shaft, with my hands on his chest. With my kilt completely covering his
cock buried deep inside me, I began to raise and lower myself up and down
his shaft. Forts reached out and took hold of my hips steadying me guiding
me up and down his cock.

`I love you, you horny fucker'

He gasped as I mouthed I love you too. He reached under my kilt and gripped
my own hard cock, he began to wank me too

`Careful, I don't want to make a mess of my kilt, please...after'

I groaned, he gave a few furious strokes of my cock, grinning like an idiot
and then returned his hand to my hip. He panted

`I am going to cum soon'

I nodded and increased my pace, his breathing got faster and faster, my
hips and his hands pulling me hard on to his shaft, he shouted out and
thrust his hips upwards, pumping the load from his hairy balls into me, he
spasmed under me, I was savouring every thrust, every judder. When he
finally stopped he was smiling so much, I risked drowning myself in his
dreamy eyes.

`Come on, it's my turn now, what do you want a blow job or to fuck me?

I eased myself off his cock, taking care not to leak cum all over his kilt,
I clenched my cheeks together as I stood up, he jumped up, his deflating
cock gently swaying as it lost its fight with gravity. Forts made my
decision for me, he pulled up the back of his shirt and climbed onto the
table in front of the window, he turned on to his back, pulling his legs
apart and back.

`Fuck me'

I moved towards him, still hard, I wiped a drip of cum from his bellend his
cock was laying like a fat slug over his balls, I smeared the cum on his
arsehole, lifting the front of my kilt, throwing it up over his chest, I
moved forward, my cock lining up beautifully with his hole.

`Hey no hands'

I ginned as I made contact with his twitching wet arsehole, I thrust into
him,

`Oh yes, fuck me Davy'

He wrapped his legs round me and pulled me in deeper, I leaned forward
snogging him as I thrust my hard six inches into him, the table was
creaking and groaning, I prayed for it to hold out only a few more moments
as I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and began cumming into Forts
warm hole.

`Go for it, yes, yes, fuck I love you'

He barked as I slammed myself deep for my final spurt. We were both
sweating and chuckling at each other. I eased myself out of him and handed
him a towel, we really didn't want to make a mess of our kilts. He went to
the sink and gave himself a wipe with one of the face flannels.

`Doesn't that one, Dickens'?

I knew it wasn't Forts, he nodded laughing as he wiped his arse and balls,

`Quick let me do you, Dickens will love it, once I tell him, I rubbed my
fat hairy huge cummy cock on it, he will treat it as a holy relic'

Forts was laughed and wiped his bellend on it again

`There it's been blessed by my amazing cock'

We both burst out laughing, I lifted up my kilt, he wiped the cloth between
my legs and then licked my cockhead, cleaning up the last of my cum,
direct. He threw the flannel back down on the sink.

`Right I had better get dressed'

He sorted out the kilt material on the floor and lay back down, bringing
the kilt together. I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror above the
sink; I was glowing.

`What should I do about the bruise on my neck? Hide it with a tartan scarf
or something?'

I touched the bruise it was still tender.

`Nope I want everyone to see that,...it shows your mine'.

Forts said as he fastened his belt and stood up, I helped to attach his
sporran and plaid fly broach to his black jacket, he looked amazing, good
enough to eat. He stood looking at me

`Come here a minute, tilt your head to the side again, let me have another
look'

I moved to stand in front of him and leant me head over to the side, he
leaned forward and bit and sucked on my neck again in the same place, I
leapt back

`Ouch, Forts that hurts'

`Ah but it was fading, I don't want anyone in any doubt your mine'

He gave me a melt your heart smile again, then looked a bit more serious.

`Now talking about that, Davy, you know we are the only pupils going
tonight, don't you'

I nodded

`So I don't upset you, what are my instructions'

`Oh Forts, don't say it like that, are you going to be the last person to
cum in me tonight?

`I certainly hope so'

He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

`Well make sure you are and then let me be your last too and we can both
have fun before'

Forts studied my face,

`Do you promise you are, absolutely, totally, totally and absolutely sure,
I don't want you going all funny on me again afterwards, it upsets me to
much'

His voice went quieter, I held up my little pinkie finger.

`Pinkie promise'

He held up his Pinkie, hooked it to mine and it was done, he chuckled,
probably amazed I had remembered. I took hold of his hand and looked into
those dark dreamy pools of eyes.

`Forts, I said I would tell you, I had a long chat with Mr C yesterday.

`What sexy Callum?

`Forts I am being serious'

He nodded, his smile fading until he was looking a little bit worried about
what was coming next.

`He got me thinking about a lot of things, I know I have been silly with
you in the past; lots of times in fact, but I am determined to change. So
If your happy, I was going to suggest that we both be allowed to have fun
and not be jealous of each other as long as we always finish up in each
other's arms at the end of the night; while we are together as boyfriends
anyway, but you have to agree too, otherwise we only have fun with each
other'.

I could see Forts, processing what I had said

`Well as long as you are happy Davy, so am I. Sex with others can be fun,
but it's not essential for me, ultimately I only want you to be happy'

He wrapped his arms round me and pushed his tongue into my mouth, we
snogged until we both had hardons again, we ground our sporrans and groins
into each other, I stared into Forts eyes.

`So does that mean we are both allowed to have fun then?

`Yes Davy,...Yes you insatiable sex demon'

`You're turning into one too'

I feinted looking hurt, he nodded and kissed me again at that moment the
gong sounded, Forts looked up.

`That must be for the Carol service'

We got ourselves straightened up and gave each other one last kiss and
headed down to the staff room.

Forts knocked on the door, it was opened by a beaming Mr G in his RAF
Uniform, he stepped back and held the door open for us, announcing.

`Gentlemen, our special guests have arrived'

There was a ripple of applause and a few `wows' as we both walked in. Mr
MacDonald strode over to us, he stopped and looked us both up and down.

`Boy's wow, it's astonishing, you both wear the kilt so well. I will have
to make you honorary Scotsmen'

The assembled company laughed

`Come over and meet everyone'

Now, I had the chance to look round the room, A large table had been set
out for a meal, a brilliant white table cloth covered it, the table was set
with gleaming silver gilt table adornments beautiful gilt candelabras I
glanced at the settings, so many glasses and knives and forks, my heart
sank. I made my way to Mr MacDonald's side, amazed at so much tartan with
the exception of two pale blue RAF Uniforms, I saw a few additions to the
names Forts had told me would be attending. Mr MacDonald held out his arm
to the first of our fellow guests in the line-up.

`Lads, allow me to introduce Flying Officer Tremblay, who I think you
already know'

`Flying Officer?

I looked at Mr MacDonald and then at Mr G, he looked away; his face had
changed, I couldn't think why he would be disappointed or was it a worried
look; that Callum had been promoted, I would try and speak to him later.

`Yes Flying Officer, we received word this evening, Callum has been
promoted'

Mr C, held out his hand and winked as we were formally introduced. I
followed Forts in standing to attention, Mr C gave us a cheeky grin.

`Lads please tonight call me Callum,...but it is Sir from tomorrow'

Mr C laughed and messed up my hair: argh, Mr MacDonald moved on, as I
flattened it down.

`Next to him, we have Captain Torcall Farquharson another promotion
announced today'

`Congratulations Sir'

Forts and I said.

`Tonight call me Torc's guys'

He shook hands with us both and winked at me, he leant forward and
whispered in my ear

`Maybe I will get to finish off what I started in the tent tonight Davy, to
celebrate my promotion'

I winked back, I think that was definitely on the cards. He winked again as
Mr MacDonald led us to someone we definitely didn't know.

`Lads I want to introduce you to my dear friend Malcolm, Mr Buchanan
Jardine Paterson, Malcolm and I have been friends since I was knee high to
a grasshopper, he helped me assume the mantel of Laird, after my father
died, next we have two more dear friends and school mates, his twin sons
Charlie and Andrew'

We shook hands with them all, Malcolm was probably in his late forties a
great bear of a man, I looked at the twins Charlie and Andrew, they must
both be the same age as Mr MacDonald, they weren't identical twins though,
Charlie was yet another red head; do they all live in Scotland, I thought
to myself, finally Andrew, he took after his father he must have been 6'02"
and nearly as wide, his great hands dwarfing mine as we shook.

`And next, allow me to introduce Archibald Campbell, another school friend
and owner of Tundergarth Mains, the farm where the beef for tonight and the
turkeys for tomorrows feast come from'

`Lads I will kill you if you call me Archibald, Archie will do, always'

We shook hands with Archie, I couldn't help thinking he looked a bit
uncomfortable in his great kilt, his face was well tanned, probably helped
by his dark hair and features; plus being a farmers he would spend most of
his time outdoors. Yes he definitely looked uncomfortable, he wasn't used
to being dressed up like this I decided.

`And finally but not least, Pilot Officer Gethin Evans'

`Evening lads, oh its Geth tonight okay?

`Now we are all introduced, right drinks everyone?

There was a general murmur around the room, Mr Mac headed for the drinks
cabinet, I followed.

`Can I help Mr Mac?

`That would be grand Davy'

Mr Mac poured out nine drams of Whisky into beautiful crystal glasses.

`Watch you don't drop them, they are older than you Davy'

He whispered in my ear. Well that made me even more nervous, I took the
tray round handing everyone a drink and then took my own. I kept thinking I
would wake up, surely this was dream, here I was surrounded by adults
wearing a full dress kilts, I wondered what Mum and Dad were up to. Luckily
everyone was really friendly, probably helped by a second and then a third
Whisky, Mr Mac apologised but felt that he should put water in Forts and
mine, we were both pleased that he kept it to himself though. After about
thirty minutes, there was a heavy knock on the door.

`Ah my bit, Gentlemen please take your seats'

Captain Farquharson, drained his glass and strode over to the door, we all
took our designated places at the table; each of us had a beautifully hand
written name card held in the beak of a small gilt eagle. Torc's glanced
back to see we were all ready

`Gentlemen please be upstanding for the Black Watch pipes and drums'

He opened the door, the room was filled with the skirl of bagpipes and
drums. Forts and I followed Mr MacDonald's lead standing and slowly
clapping as we watched come in through the door in full Black Watch kilted
dress uniforms, three snare drummers' seven pipers, two tenor drummers and
a base drummer. They marched into the room and lined up against the long
wall in front of the windows. Mr Mac whispered to me they were playing the
tune `Highland laddie'.

Immediately following them, came, hey it was Mr Duncan, he was smartly
dressed in a kilt too, now I had never seen him in anything but his kitchen
whites; oh and nothing. He was carrying a huge silver gilt meat platter on
it was the biggest piece of beef rib I had ever seen. Following him were
three stewards in cropped white jackets also wearing short kilts in the
Black Watch tartan and matching Glengarry caps, they were each carrying
large closed gilt serving dishes. Mr Duncan marched over till he was
standing in front of the chief guest for the evening Mr Malcolm Buchanan
Jardine Paterson, Mr Duncan bowed and presented the meat platter to
Malcolm, who nodded solemnly, Mr Duncan turned and walked over to a side
table a placed the platter with the beef on it on to a lit burner; I had
wondered what they were for, they seemed strange candles; well now I
knew. The three stewards placed their serving dishes alongside it on the
remaining burners. Mr Duncan and the three stewards then lined up and
waited, at another barked command from Captain Farquharson the pipers
stopped, the contrast to the sound of pipes and drums to the silence which
now filled the room was eerie.

Mr MacDonald stood and formally thanked the pipers and drummers and invited
them to partake of a dram and a meal in the dining hall as way of
thanks. Another barked command and to the tune of Scotland the Brave the
pipers and drummers marched out of the room, the amazing sound fading as
they left us. With the door closed, Captain Farquharson came and sat on my
other side, Mr Mac was on the other, Mr MacDonald asked the Captain to do
the honour of saying grace, he stood and began.

`Gentlemen I must thank Scotland's greatest poet Robbie Burns, Gentlemen
the Selkirk grace',

"Some hae meat and canna eat, and some wad eat that want it; But we hae
meat, and we can eat, And sae let the lord be thankit"

To a chorus of `here, heres' and table banging he sat down, he gripped my
knee and grinned

`Thank god that's over'

So began the meal, each of us presented with a starter of lentil soup as
mine was put down the steward leaned close into me

`Hello again Davy'

I blushed it was the older soldier from the tent, Torc's smiled,

`You might recognise the others stewards too Davy; although they are all
dressed today'

I quickly checked them out, he was right, they each made eye contact and
winked at me during the course of the meal. I decided I was dreaming, any
moment I expected to wake up, I was in another world. Or was I getting just
a bit drunk. I glanced over to Forts, we caught each other's eyes `I love
you' we both mouthed at the same time, causing us to both laugh, his smile
would have melted the devils heart. I looked at all the crockery and
glasses, Torc's leant over to me

`Bloody confusing isn't, I always start at the outside and work my way in'

He smiled and winked, I mouthed the same to Forts, he nodded looking
relieved.

The courses kept coming, I had never eat so much, finally the cheese and
Port was brought to the table, the three stewards and Mr Duncan were
formally thanked and they left the room, just before they did, I say Mr
MacDonald having a word with them, I hoped they weren't in any trouble.

The other guests all began to smoke, some cigars some cigarettes, the
atmosphere was heady, the candles flickering off the silver gilt and
crystal, the Whisky, all made it magical. We all got up from the table, I
glanced at the clock, I was a bit disappointed if I am honest, I thought we
would be naked by now, maybe it wasn't going to be that sort of evening. I
joined Forts, he put his arm round me, giving me a little hug as we chatted
with the Captain and the twins; Charlie and Andrew. The twins didn't take
their eyes off us, I think they were hoping we would have been naked by now
too; or was that just the Whisky in me talking. Andrew kept looking at my
neck.

`A bit of bruise you have their or as we say a hickie'

I touched my neck

`A hickie?

Andrew leant forward, grinning

`A love bite, I would love to give you one of those'

I felt myself blushing, Andrew looked at Forts and winked

`Yours I take it?

Forts nodded, suddenly sounding all serious.

`And I am the only one allowed to give him them'

Andrew held his hands up laughing

`Okay, okay'

`Gentlemen, gentlemen, please your attention'

It was Malcolm.

`Gentlemen, I want to offer my thanks to MacDonald here'

He lifted his arm to Mr MacDonald, I had forgotten that it was traditional
for the Laird of the Castle to be referred to by his Clan name and as Mr
Mac was head of head of his Clan he was `MacDonald'. Malcolm went on

`Athol here as you all know him, for an absolutely splendid evening, alas,
I now have to take my leave, or the wife may never speak to me again. Have
a lovely rest of the evening and thank you for making me so welcome'

He glanced at his sons

`Not too late you two, tomorrow is Christmas Day, if you're late your
mother will have a face as long as a horse all day, Understand?'

They nodded and playfully saluted him.

Malcolm clapped his hands, the three stewards came back into the room, two
carrying silver trays holding champagne glasses, their contents golden and
bubbly in the glass, the third carried a huge ice bucket with three more
unopened bottles of Champagne arranged in it.

`Gentlemen please enjoy'

He gestured to the Champagne and then shook us all by the hand as he took
his leave, I thought Charlie and Andrew would be going too, especially
after what their father had said, but Andrew said they would be staying and
winked at me; why did he wink?

`Gentlemen please make yourselves comfortable'

Mr MacDonald announced, I watched all of the assembled remove their
jackets, ties and undo their top buttons; I had so much to learn about the
adult world, well this part of it anyway. We all took a glass of Champagne;
I was definitely getting a bit pissed. Mr MacDonald spoke to the stewards
again, they all laughed as they left, so they were obviously not in
trouble. We stood chatting for another ten to twenty minutes, when there
was a knock on the door, Mr MacDonald called the room to order.

`Gentlemen, as is customary on a special evening like this, it falls to me
to show you some of the Castles seldom seen treasures, now I will have the
two items brought in and you will have a few moments to work out what they
are, I will tell you they are both over two hundred years old and belonged
to the notorious 5th Earl a distant relative of mine, I will say no more at
the moment.

He clapped his hands, the door opened and in came the three stewards once
more, two carrying; like shields, ornate oval shaped silver guilt, what
were they? Tray's? but why carry them like shields then? Each was about
three feet long and two feet wide; two sets of handles were attached to the
side near the top and another two just up from the bottom. The tops as they
carried them were semi-circular, the bottoms, flat straight across, they
almost looked like they had had a bit chopped off. On the surface up near
the top, sticking up about four inches was a raised rectangular block, the
middle this had a semi-circular piece cut out about six inches across, the
stewards placed them down on the now cleared table. The third steward was
carrying two thin velvet ovals, he placed them on the table too. We all
gathered round to examine the items. After a few minutes Mr MacDonald
called us all to order again.

`Any ideas? Well I gave you a huge clue when I mentioned my notorious
relative'

Everyone shook their heads

`Gentlemen, I present the 5th Earls `Assiette garcon', anyone hazard a
translation?

He looked round the room

`Davy, how's your French going?

I began thinking out loud

`Well Assisette is a plate or platter, Garcon is a boy so they are `boy
platters',

Mr MacDonald nodded enthusiastically

`Boy Platters' yes you are right Davy, So why do you think they are called
that?'

I shrugged my shoulders, why was I blushing; no one else knew either. Mr
MacDonald continued.

`Well at some of his parties for only distinguished male guests he would
have local boys assume the position of plucked and tied chickens for his
guests to amuse themselves with them'

There was a lot of laughing

`Do we have a volunteer to demonstrate or maybe two volunteers?

I shoved my hand into the air, I glanced up as Forts, he laughed nodded and
whispered.

`Trust you Davy, how do I let myself get roped into these situations'

Mr MacDonald gestured forward Archie Campbell.

`Mr Campbell, as the only butcher here, perhaps you could arrange our
volunteers for us?

`My pleasure'

He started with me, I was soon naked and with the velvet cushion laid on to
the platter, I was lifted on to it, my neck was located in the semicircle
cut out, my arse and hips were dragged down to the cut off end and hung
just over the edge, my legs bent apart and back and tucked under my arms
which I was told to keep them in place with, my cock, balls and hole all on
display.

`Voila'

Mr Campbell stood back displaying his work

`Now for you'

He looked at Forts, to be honest Forts was probably too big, but he was
game and Mr Campbell soon had him in the same position as me. Mr Campbell
stood back shaking his head, his eyes on Forts hairy body and fat swelling
cock and balls.

`Athol, this is the best I can do, unless you have a knife to remove those
and I can shave him too?

I glanced at Forts he was laughing, I think I would have been panicking. Mr
MacDonald stood forward

`Gentlemen, let me thank Davy and Forts for being such good sports and
demonstrating the `boy platters'

The guys started to clap, I must have been drunker than I thought I put my
arm up

`Mr MacDonald, it still hasn't been demonstrated how they were used, is
there a volunteer for that?

Mr Mac broke into a broad grin,

`Well Gentlemen is there a volunteer to demonstrate how they were used'

Forts coughed and winked at Mr Mac

`Ah, are their two volunteers?

Charles and Andrews hand shot up. There was a cheer from the guests, Mr
MacDonald produced another silver bowl, this one contained some gloopy
stuff, he smiled and whispered

`Lube'

Charles and Andrew were soon standing naked in front of us.

`This one is mine'

Andrew said as he moved in front of me. He towered over me, all 6'02" of
him, he stroked his lengthening cock, easing back its foreskin, his fat
mushroom head swelling, he grinned down at me, tapping his now precum
leaking cock head on my hole, he licked his lips and coated his fingers in
some of the gloop and coated it over his bellend and shaft, then eased his
fingers into me, gently opening me up for his cock.

`Let's see how this works then'

He pushed his bellend against my exposed hole and grunted as he pushed it
in, then his face lit up a flash of inspiration perhaps

`Hey I know what the handles are for'

Taking hold of the first two he used them to steady himself as he pushed
his cock into me, I glanced round best I could, the company was pretty
evenly split between watching as Charles fucked Forts and watching me and
Andrew. I looked for the stewards but they had left the room. Once he had
his pubes were against my taint, Andrew reached forward for the next set of
handles, leaning over me, he began to thrust hard and deep, his brother
nodded and used the handles too as he began to fuck Forts,

`Oh yes this is what the handles were for'

Charles gasped, Forts reached over and took my hand, squeezing it gently as
we were both fucked to the encouragement of the assembled guys. Andrew
leaned towards my neck, I put my head to the side to obstruct him

`Come on, I only want to kiss it, go on, please'

He winked again and gave me such a nice smile, I moved my head back, his
mouth was straight onto my neck, he gently kissed the bruise and then sank
his teeth into it, I yelped and snapped my head back preventing him from
doing it again, I was pleased Forts hadn't noticed it, he would have been
mad, luckily Charles had found his boynut and Forts was moaning like a
whore.

Both brothers continued fucking us till they pumped their cum into us
practically at the same time, I watched as they grinned enjoying every
spasm of their hard cocks, they eased out and stood back, looking at their
cum dripping cocks slowly deflating, I had definitely got the bigger of the
two and the one who could be trusted least.

Mr MacDonald had us both helped up, they were not the most comfortable
things to be laying on. The grandfather long clock chimed midnight a few
moments later, the twins, quickly got dressed.

`Really sorry guys but we have to get home, Mum will do her pieces if it is
us who ruins her Christmas as dad said'

They shook hands with everyone apart from Forts and me who they gave quick
snogs.

`Hopefully we can do that again soon, hopefully Athol will be inviting us
back regularly'

Mr MacDonald nodded smiling

`Well you know where we are, I don't think the Castle or these two are
going anywhere soon'

The Charles and Andrew, left too much laughing and joking, Mr MacDonald
looked at his watch

`Well gents it is getting late and we do have a long day tomorrow or should
I say today, time for bed I think?

I must have sighed louder than I thought, Mr MacDonald looked at me

`You still feeling horny David?

I grinned, well how about you joining me and Archie, up in my room, he is
staying over tonight.

`Hey what about me?

Forts looked at me and then Mr Macdonald, before he could say anything
Torc's stepped forward

`Well Forts, Gethin, Callum and I, were hoping you would join us, if you're
okay with that?

Forts looked at me

`Well it's just that Davy and I have agreed, that we are to be the last
people to fuck each other each night, so will we be allowed back to my room
after?

Callum smiled at us both and winked

`Oh I think that should be okay'



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Other stories by this writer:

`NightCam Fun'
`Exploring my brother'
`Joshs Adventures series'
`An Army life for me'
`Grandmas Bedroom'
`Dominic Online'
`Vampyre'
`The Extraordinary Christmas Party'