Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2020 18:15:43 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 36

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`He's okay Davy, he's okay'

He kissed me on the lips, he was now laughing and crying at the same time,
I looked at the other RAF Officer, he was nodding and smiling.

`Oh Davy, meet Pilot Officer David Morgan, my number two, I have told him
all about you'

`All about me?

There was a cough from behind me, I glanced back, Pilot Officer Morgan, was
smiling, he winked

`All about you, Davy'

He came over and gave us all a big hug.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 36



Mr Morris picks up the story the day before at assembly.


Athol, had told me that Forts had told Davy about our session in the walled
garden, now you never can tell how Davy is going to be about things like
that. I watched Davy during the assembly, he seemed calm, no dirty looks my
way, I waited till the end before approaching him.

`Are we good Davy? Forts told you what had happened yesterday, I hear'

He nodded

`Yes, all good Sir'

I smiled and patted him on the back.

`Good, good, sorry but Forts is hard to resist, I would love to have you
both together mind'

I winked at him as I smiled adding

`Hey, what's this I hear, you are the new Max Schmeling?'

I could hardly stop myself laughing as I said it; how I managed to keep my
face straight I don't know; a more unlikely boxer I had yet to meet. I
adopted a boxer stance; giving a few jabs. Regrettably, just as Brookmeyer
passed by with his class leaving the hall. He had a beige plaster across
the bridge of his nose; Brookmeyer avoided looking at Davy, but our eyes
met, I just smiled and nodded at him. Davy waited until Brookmeyer had
passed and hissed.

`Apparently he is in love with Forts'

That comment took me by surprise; for a different reason, I needed to know
more.

`Really?

I looked at Davy

`I think we all are'

I jested, I studied Davy's face before asking

`So, is Brookmeyer into cock too then?

He nodded; interesting, I needed to speak to that boy. I patted Davy on his
back again and headed off down the corridor after Brookmeyer's form. I
called out to him.

`Brookmeyer, a word please'

Brookmeyer stopped and turned to face me, his nose looked sore, his eyes a
bit bruised.

`Yes, Mr Morris Sir?

`Just checking on you, that looks very painful, how are you?

`Sore, Sir'

`It looks like it will set alright'

I said examining his nose

`Mr MacDonald tells me you walked into a wall'

Brookmeyer shook his head and made a hmmmuf grunt. Brookmeyer went to
speak. I held up my hand

`Not here'

He shrugged his shoulders shaking his head

`So, you believe him too?

He practically spat the words at me, he turned to leave.

`I never said that. Brookmeyer, I was wondering if you were free to give me
a hand in the walled garden?

`I am not really into gardening, Sir'

He glanced skywards; what I had heard was right, he was an intelligent,
cocky little fucker.

`Oh, But I hear you are into our favourite head boy Fortnum'

Brookmeyer's face shot to look at mine, he looked guilty, he glanced about,
no one was near us.

`Who told you that Sir'

He whispered, I just winked at him and tapped my nose.

`What is it you like about him, the hairy chest, the good looks, his long
fat cock?

I dropped my voice for the last bit, Brookmeyer did a double take, he
looked panicked.

`Sorry Sir?'

`He is not the only one with those attributes you know, follow me'

I refrained from speaking until we were well on our way to the walled
garden.

`So, Brookmeyer, I have heard a lot about you're interest in our head boy,
and about a few of your money-making schemes involving him, profitable,
were they?

`I don't know what you are talking about, Sir'

`Oh, I think you do, you're a smart kid for a second year; inventive,
devious, untrustworthy even, all qualities possessed and admired by myself'

`Mr Morris, I don't know...'

I stopped walking suddenly, turned to him and gripping his jaw I forced his
face to look at mine, starring into his eyes, I injected a bit of
aggression into my voice.

`Don't bullshit me Brookmeyer'

I let go of his chin and gripped his jacket.

`Listen to what I am saying, we, that's you and I, have a number of similar
interests; or so I am told'

His expression changed; he looked like a frightened mouse; glancing for an
escape route. I let go of his jaw, and smiling I cocked my head, never
taking my eyes off his, I stoked his cheek, running my finger to his lips;
I traced them with it and then pushed it in to his mouth and toyed with his
tongue, withdrew it, and put it in my own mouth, as I winked, he gulped.

`And another is Drageon Fortnum'

`But'

I put my finger to his lips

`Don't speak, just think about what I have said, if you're interested in
exploring either proposition or both maybe further, follow me, if not the
Castle is back that way; no hard feelings'

I pointed back the way we had come and turned and began walking back to the
walled garden. I didn't look back I didn't need to I heard the sound of the
gravel under feet coming up behind me, he drew level. I still didn't speak,
just continued on to my office. He followed me in, I pushed the door closed
and locked it, I waved the key at him.

`Better make sure we are not disturbed or spied on'

I winked at him

`So, you got the broken nose for trying to blackmail Forts, am I right?

`It was Davy who hit me, Sir'

`Yes, I think you finally pushed young Davy a bit far, you need to adopt a
new approach, one with a little more finesse'

I stoked Brookmeyer's cheek; my eyes boring into his.

`I don't know what you mean Sir'

I leaned forward and pushed my lips to his, his eyes widened, he stepped
back

`Oh, you will, I will explain how I see our joint enterprise going later,
if you're interested?'

I pushed Brookmeyer back on to the desk, my fingers loosening his tie and
beginning to unbutton his shirt. Did a switch suddenly flick on in his
head; whatever he began kissing me back his fingers, quickly undoing my
shirt buttons.


Brookmeyer takes over



My head was all over the place, but for now only one part of my brain was
engaged; lust. Mr Morris pulled my unbuttoned shirt from my kilt and pushed
it off my shoulders. My thirteen-year-old chest was revealed, I was one of
the older second years, but not that you could tell, I was still skinny and
shapeless. As I undid, Mr Morris' buttons his chest hair burst out through
the openings I was creating, I tried to get a glimpse, but his probing
tongue, was flipping my senses, my own tongue battled back courageously
against his thick well worked mouth muscle. He was grunting, pushing me
back further on to the desk, he stood back, easing his jacket, shirt and
fly plaid over his shoulders.

`You are beautiful Brookmeyer, absolutely beautiful'

And there was me thinking the same about him, I pushed my fingers in to his
forest of dark hair covering his chest; he was hairier than Forts even more
manly. I pushed my fingers through it the coarseness and thickness setting
off those little receptors in my brain, I was flooded with pleasure,
excitement and desire. He stood looking down at me, his hand reached for
and pulled up my kilt, he flung it over my chest. His hands took hold of
first my left and then my right shoes and slid them off; he dropped them to
the floor, he brought each foot to his nose in turn and breathed deeply,
still grinning, he pulled off each sock and kissed each of my feet, his
mouth and tongue licking and pulling at each toe; and those dark pools of
eyes, they never left mine. I was totally in his power, totally under his
spell, he kissed down my calve, easing my legs further apart, down he went;
more gentle kisses on to my inner thighs, so close to my nuts and cock, I
kept trying to raise my head to watch, my head screaming for him to go
further.

My cock was swaying about rock hard above my boy nuts, I felt intoxicated,
his firm hands gripped my arse cheeks and pushed back firmly, lifting my
bum off the desk, forcing me further on to my back, he blew gently, I could
feel the hairs on my buttocks reacting, more waves of pleasure and
anticipation, then a touch, was it a kiss? I couldn't raise my head
anymore, I closed my eyes and surrendered, myself, my senses exploding with
each tender kiss on my buttocks, then closer, yes getting closer to my most
private place. Another gentle blow and then, yes, definitely pursed lips,
they pushed against my puckered hole, just the tip of a tongue toying with
my twitching sphincter. I moaned and pushed back against him as his tongue
began its assault on my hole, his mouth was now pressed tight up me, his
tongue and lips sucking and licking, my knuckles were white as I tried to
ride the waves of pleasure, my fingers uselessly trying to grip the desk
top.

I felt something blunt, pushing into me, I gasped, his calming voice
drifted over me

`Relax, relax and enjoy'

He eased his finger deeper into me, I heard him spit, then felt the wetness
as he lubed his fingers way, his finger now knuckle deep began exploring my
hole, I shuddered and he felt it as he found my boy nut, another gently
nudge, he withdrew his finger, no, no, I wanted to scream, but he was
toying with me, a second finger joined the first and eased into me, my cock
throbbed and bounced, I still couldn't look down, his mouth moved to my nut
sac, a gentle kiss on each of my date sized balls, then his tongue licked
up my shaft, arriving at my cut head, he toyed with that magical bit, I
could never pronounce or spell for that matter, just where if I had one, my
foreskin would attach to my cockhead. He kissed it gently and then his
mouth engulfed my cock head, his hand gripped my shaft and balls, causing
them to throb in his tight grip, his tongue licked over my cock lips, as
his fingers still worked my boy nut, I felt myself losing control, I
reached for his head

`Please, please, Mr Morris, slowly, slowly'

He let my cock fall from his mouth, his fingers pulled from my arse leaving
me strangely empty; I hadn't wanted him to stop. I looked up, his dark
eyes, fixed on mine again, a grin spread across his face, his hands ran
across my stomach up to my little nipples, I couldn't help myself comparing
my chest to his, he was so horny. He leaned down and kissed me, then stood
back up.

`Mr Morris, please'

`I think you had better call me Gary, when we are like this'

I nodded, he looked at me questioningly

`What's your first name Brookmeyer?

`Daniel, Sir'

Gary seemed to think for a minute,

`Is your family Jewish?

I nodded,

`But not practising Sir, but we still had to leave Germany Sir'

`Daniel, its Gary, call me Gary'

He kissed me again. He stood back standing just back from the desk, I
watched him remove his sporran and then with one hand undo his kilt belt,
it slowly began to fall, revealing first his thick hairy treasure trail, my
fingers reached for it, but were met before they touched it, by a thick
throbbing wet cockhead, Christ, his cock was big, I gripped the shaft and
squeezed, the bellend was glistening in precum, strands stuck to my fingers
connecting me to him. I wanted to taste him, I brought my fingers to my
mouth, he smiled as I licked off his nectar

`Do you want more?

I nodded, he walked round till he was level with my head, his bellend
bobbed in front of my mouth, a big bead of precum formed at the lips, I
shuffled and stretched myself closer, first a lick and then then stretching
wide to accept his fat flared bellend; Forts and him could be twins, I
briefly imagined sucking both of them, swapping backwards and forwards as
each bellend replenished its dripping precum for my hungry mouth. I was
brought back to reality as he pulled his cock from my mouth and moved back
down between my legs, he lifted both legs by my ankles, he pushed forward
bending my knees back exposing and raising my waiting hole to his cockhead.

`You want this Daniel?

I nodded, my eyes firmly fixed on his, I felt the pressure on my hole, I
tried to push back, slowly feeling my sphincter spread over his cockhead
and then grip tightly round his shaft. I moaned, my eyes still unable to
leave his, he smiled and winked and then began a steady drive into my arse,
I squirmed as I tried to accommodate his thick eight inches, his eyes still
hypnotised me, the pain vanishing as I sank deeper into his eyes and his
cock buried itself deep in my arse, till his balls and pubes ground against
my taint.

He seemed to get himself comfortable, moving his legs apart etc, his eyes
still never leaving mine, I felt up at his chest hair again; I loved chest
hair, he put one of my hands round my cock shaft, he then gripped my hips,
and starting slowly he nodded gesturing for me to start wanking my hard
cock, he held the spread for about five thrusts before, he got faster, I
could feel and hear his balls start to gently slap against me, this grew
louder as did his breathing as he increased his pace, faster and deeper,
his hand gripping my hips more and more tightly, hauling me back on to his
cock, my own hand was now a blur, my balls tight against the bottom of my
shaft

`I'm coming, I'm coming'

I cried out, tears now running down my face as I was overwhelmed with the
most amazing orgasm of my life, he winked as my arse muscle tightly gripped
his cock, he began hammering into me, faster and faster, my cum spurted
into the air and on to his chest hair, it hung like jewels, as he finally
came, I felt his cock throb inside me, feeling the ripples from his balls
along his shaft, then coating my insides, in his man juice.

He grunted, his body and mine lost in the spasms of our respective orgasms.

`Fuck your amazing Brookmeyer'

I couldn't speak I was lost in the land of pleasure, little sparks of
pleasure still going off deep inside me, I realised I was still staring at
his eyes, he broke that with a blink; almost lizard like.

`So, are you interested in the next part of my proposition?

I looked blankly; my brain not yet fully engaged.

`Making some money out of the none too bright Forts?



Davy picks up the story in the staff room, the following morning.


I kept hugging Mr G, his words

`He's okay Davy, he's okay'

Repeating over and over in my head, I suddenly realised I was still hugging
and kissing Mr G and we had company. I glanced round at PO David Morgan,
his eyes were as red as the rest of us. I went to untangle myself from Mr G
giving him one last kiss, Mr G kissed me back, I gave a gentle nod towards
PO Morgan, Mr G smiled and ruffled my head, he turned to his colleague.

`Davy here is worried about giving me a kiss in front of you'

`Well I was hoping he might have one for me, like I said Davy, I know all
about you and the handsome Forts here'

Forts blushed, Pilot Officer looked at me and got down on his hunkers, he
held out his arms.

`Well?

I ran over and he embraced me in his arms

`Do I get a kiss too as the barer of such good news?

I nodded and pressed my lips to his. I was sure I felt his hand grip my
buttocks under my night shirt. Mr MacDonald spoke next

`Forts, I think you and Davy you should try and get a bit more sleep, its
only six o'clock.

`Can't we stay up now?

I looked at Mr MacDonald, he sighed, Mr G stood up, he straightened out his
uniform and looked at PO Morgan.

`Do we have to rush back or do you fancy a couple of hours shut eye with
these two and me?

Mr G wrapped his arms round Forts and me both of us standing in our
nightshirts.

`Well, neither of us have to be back until the day after tomorrow, if the
lads fancy looking after us for two nights?

I nodded enthusiastically

Mr G, looked at Forts

`what about you handsome?

Forts blushed and nodded.

So, there it was we headed back to bed, all of our heart's calmer and
happier. As the four of us got into the bed naked together, I suddenly
burst out laughing, PO Morgan grabbed me

`What you laughing at, not me I hope'

`No, but I don't know anyone from the RAF who I haven't slept with yet'

We all laughed, PO Morgan pushed his lips to mine as Mr G said

`Oh, Davy there are plenty who wouldn't'

He snuggled up to Forts, as I was rolled on to my back.

When we finally got up, I started my aircraft recognition learning, with Mr
G and PO Morgan's expert help after several hours of intensive learning and
testing, I was beginning to be pretty confident. Mr MacDonald came into the
staffroom, where we had set up the posters.

`Davy, did you ask Brookmeyer to help?

`Not yet Mr MacDonald'

He shook his head; I could see he wasn't very happy.

Mr MacDonald looked at his watch and switched on the radio

"This is London and now the news at twelve o'clock midday Friday the 12th
of July. Large formations of German Aircraft have continued to attack
shipping in the English Channel and targets in Southern England. Attacks
have been reported as far north as Aberdeen'

Mr MacDonald switched off the radio. Mr G looked at PO Morgan and then to
Mr MacDonald, things are building, I went to speak, but Mr MacDonald
gestured for me to stay quiet.

`Davy, why don't you go and find Forts, find Mr Morris and find out if he
has any requests from the Land Girls today'

He glanced at his watch again

`Strange I haven't heard from him'

I thanked Mr G and PO Morgan for all their help and was about to leave,

`What's this one Davy?

Mr G held up a plane silhouette card

`A Heinkel 111, bomber, Mr G'

`Well done Davy, well done'

I was feeling pretty chuffed with myself, when Mr MacDonald called out

`And if you see Brookmeyer, I expect you to ask him to help you, like I
asked you before'

I nodded and left the room.

I found Forts in the dining hall; It was funny Mr Duncan being nice never
stopped throwing me

`Hello Davy, you looked very smart in your hat and swagger stick yesterday'

`Thank you, Mr Duncan,'

`What have we got today Mr Duncan?

`It's Spam with a selection of vegetables today Davy and stick toffee
pudding for afters'

`Mmmmmmm'

I rubbed my stomach, Mr Duncan picked up a plate

`Two slices of spam, mash potato and boiled carrots'

`Oh no carrots for me Mr Duncan'

He looked surprised

`Maybe just a few, remember what Dr Carrot says'

He pointed to two new posters on the wall one featuring Dr Carrot and the
other Potato Pete. Dr Carrot's showed a British Fighter Pilot flying at
night and shooting down a German plane.

`Eating Carrots helps our pilots see in the dark'

We all echoed, Mr Duncan laughed and I got a pile of carrots.

(Now you all know carrots won't help you to see better in the dark, but to
cover up for the existence of radar and keep it secrets and to help explain
how German planes were being intercepted in the dark, the British
Government came up with the story that British Fighter Pilots were eating
carrots to help them see in the dark, strange but true – Blackscar)

I finished off my carrots, hoping I would be able to see better in the
dark. Helping Forts and Mr Duncan, clear away a few left out plates and
wiping down the tables, I explained to Forts, I had to speak to Brookmeyer.

`Well I am coming with you'

`Did you say you were looking for Brookmeyer?

`Yes Mr Duncan'

`Oh, he was over at the walled garden, when I picked up the carrots, he
seems to have found a new friend in Gary, oh, I mean Mr Morris'

`Thank you, Mr Duncan' Forts looked at me

`Well I am definitely coming then, if you're going over there, don't want
you getting up to anything'

Forts gave me a playful punch on the arm.

`Come on'

We headed down to the rear courtyard and out the back gate towards the
Walled Garden, we were laughing and joking, I loved having Forts to myself;
I loved his company and him so much. He still hadn't really told me what
had happened at the Barracks the other day, but as we approached it, he
tensed up, his eyes seeming scanning for something or someone, his arm
which I was holding physically relaxed as we passed, he smiled back at me.

`You okay, Forts?

`Yeah good'

He ruffled my hair

`Stop that'

He waited until I had flattened it down and then did it again, I chased him
the last few yards to the entrance of the walled garden. He stopped
suddenly by the gate his face changed again, I peered round him seeing
three land Army Girls, hair up in head squares, faces down amongst the
vegetables.

`Oh, Maureen, look who it is, Mr Gorgeous'

`Oh, so it is Daphne, hello sexy,... Can I do you now Sir?

Forts was frozen to the spot, I pushed round him. That was the catchphrase
of Mrs Mopp the Charlady on the radio show ITMA (It's That Man Again)

`Hello Ladies'

The three of them glanced at each other and then the one called Daphne
cackled

`Oh well, a real gentleman, calling me a lady'

Mr MacDonald was right they sounded a bit rough and ready

`So, what do we owe the honour, gorgeous?

She stood up and came over to us

`So, who's this?

The question was addressed to Forts, I couldn't believe it, he was bright
red and tongue-tied Forts mumbled something even I couldn't make out, I was
about to introduce myself, when clear as a bell he said.

`This is my boyfriend Davy'

Daphne did a double take as Maureen called over

`What did he say?

`It's his boyfriend Davy, ahhh'

Daphne repeated, now both Forts and I were blushing

`Oh, that's nice a couple of Nancy boys'

Daphne nodded and pinched my cheek, Maureen shouted back

`That's public School for you'

`Don't you listen to her, you hold on to him, and watch her, she would have
him off you in a shot'

She laughed and chuckled back to Maureen. Forts grabbed my hand and pulled
me towards the Green Houses. Mr Morris came out, Brookmeyer close behind
him, he smirked at me and glanced at Gary.

`Mr Morris, Mr MacDonald asks if you can give him any work detail updates
for today?

`Okay, Forts, I was just on my way to the Castle, sorry to give a wasted
journey'

We began walking back. Mr MacDonald's words were going round and round in
my head. I bit the bullet.

`Brookmeyer, I wonder if you would help me with a presentation on airplane
recognition, Mr G, has supplied the posters and I would like you to help,
if you are still speaking to me'

Brookmeyer, touched his nose and glanced at Mr Morris; I saw him nod; what
else was being communicated by those eyes? Brookmeyer looked at me.

`Yes, okay Davy'

`Sorry about your nose Brookmeyer'

`Are you three going to shake on it now and make up?

Mr Morris stood as we all shook hands, what was going on behind those eyes,
he smiled or was it a grinned at Brookmeyer.

`On we go then'

We had just got to the gate leading from the garden, when there was the
roar of a Merlin engine above us, it was a Spitfire, throttle full open,

`It's a Spitfire Forts, wave, wave, maybe it's Callum'

Oh I hoped it was, I started waving madly; suddenly aware of a thump thump
thump thump thump thump noise from behind us accompanied by the shattering
of glass and the ground around us erupting, a large dark shadow roared over
us, its huge black crosses instantly recognisable. The screams behind us,
stunned us into action

`Run, run, boys'

It was Daphne, closely followed by Maureen and the other girl, we ran out
on to the meadow; Forts gripping my hand tightly. we headed for the Castle,
another roar of a Merlin engine, a second Spitfire was hot on the tail of
the German Bomber, the ground around us began erupting as clumps of soil
and grass flew into the air.

`Get down, get down'

It was Daphne again; I felt a hand shove me hard in the back and Forts and
I fell forward to the ground.



Mr G, takes over the story


The scream of the Merlin at full power had me out of my seat

`What the fuck'

I ran to the window as the room was cast into shadow, the huge wings with
their black crosses obscuring the sun, the chatter of machine guys
accompanied by flashes of light from the German aircraft showed they were
firing, there were little eruptions of metal from the bomber too, it was
also being shot at. We ran down the stairs, Mr Duncan was cuddling Landers,
both were crying, Mr Duncan was pointing wildly

`It came across from the walled garden'

Athol, David, PO Morgan that is, and myself ran to the meadow behind the
Castle, the ground was still smoking in patches, the results of cannon
shells. I could see, Gary, cradling a small figure, both of them were
covered in mud and blood, Gary stood dazed, looking round him; his mouth
hanging open, Mr MacDonald ran to them; they were both uninjured apart from
Brookmeyer's nose was bleeding again.

Twenty feet from Gary were three more figures face down in the grass and
behind them two land Girls were sobbing in each other's arms. It was then
it hit me, one of the three figures in the grass was a land girl, her
uniform instantly recognisable, next to her motionless, were Forts and
Davy.

The three of us ran over to them, David, went to the land Girl, I glanced
at his face, he shook his head; poor Daphne, had two spreading dark patches
on the back of her jumper; her unseeing glacie eyes, starring forward. I
shook Forts and Davy, trying to check them for any injuries, I began to
panic; neither were moving, I began pulling at their clothing, tears
streaming down my face. Mr MacDonald let out a terrible groan and collapsed
to his knees, sitting his head in his hands, sobbing audibly.

`Forts, Davy, wake up, wake up'

I slapped Davy hard on the face, he groaned, his face was covered in mud, I
rubbed the worst of it away, PO Morgan, had now managed to get a response
from Forts; who was now slowly coming round, they were both alive. Forts
went to crawl over to Daphne, PO Morgan stopped him, Forts stared into his
face; Morgan shook his head, Forts let out an animal like cry and began to
sob.

`No, no, she saved us, she pushed us to the ground'

Mr MacDonald, glanced over and then took off his jacket and placed it over
Daphne, he then got down beside us.

I hugged Davy tightly smothering him in kisses, as his little face looked
into mine and in a weak voice, he said

`It was a Heinkel 111, bomber, Mr G, just like the card'


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