Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2020 20:11:44 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 40

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I heard Brookmeyer whisper; the dirty fucker was standing giving
directions; good lad. I felt first the excited breathing disturb the fine
hairs and then a small tongue gently licked at the skin of my armpit. I
could only imagine what was going through the kids head and taste buds, but
he seemed to like it, that first lick followed by many more as he hovered
over my pit sucking licking and kissing, while his mouth was occupied, his
other hand continued working, through my hairy chest, teasing and pulling
at my pelt, getting faster and more excited with each second. His small
fingers found my nipple nearest him, it teased and played with it till it
was a little nub, his mouth left my armpit and delicately kissed my chest
to my hard nipple, again his breathing electrified my skin, he hadn't gone
near my cock yet, I could feel it throbbing waiting for its turn; an ever
growing pool of precum forming in my treasure trail.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 40



Davy takes up the story.


"This is London and now the news at ten o'clock Monday the 29th of
July. Large formations of German Aircraft have continued to attack shipping
in the English Channel and targets in Southern England".

Mr MacDonald, reached over and turned off the radio as we all stood in
silence in the Great Hall.

`Boy's, as you heard the Germans are continuing to attack, I ask you all to
pray for your families, the King and the Royal family. I also have some sad
news from London, our old school premises was gutted by fire last week,
luckily no one was hurt, but it seems Castle Fraser is the new home of
Harrow Boys School, I am still awaiting further news, but this may mean
that we will be getting some new students, if we do, I know you will all
make them welcome at this awful time.'

Mr MacDonald gestured behind him

`Boy's you will also see that the pulling down of the old false wall, which
had been hiding the Castles' Pipe Organ for years is nearly complete, Mr
Davis, who I introduced to you last week, will soon no doubt be heard
tuning and practicing, in preparation for our service of thanks giving,
hopefully next month'

The signal given by Mr MacDonald, Mr Evans began the chords to the school
song and then straight into God Save The King, bringing the assembly to a
close.

`Forts, can you wait around at the end please'

`Certainly, Mr MacDonald'

With the Assembly over, the classes began to file out, I stood with Forts,
hoping to catch a brief word, before Mr MacDonald; I wish. At least, four
boys all second years stopped, and were talking and staring at him all dewy
eyed, when the last one had finally moved off giggling, I had managed to
speak to him.

`What was all that about? Your very popular'

Forts shrugged his shoulders,

`I have no idea, they were all saying `hello again, and hope you enjoyed it
like I did'

I looked at him

`Pardon?

`Davy, I have done nothing, well, not that you don't know about, honest'

`They are probably dreaming about you now,...stud'

I gave him a wink and was about to turn away; when another second year
stopped, it was Winters.

`Hi Fortnum, or can I call you Forts now, like Davy'

Winters glanced at me and smiled, I glared at Forts

`No, no you can't'

Forts stammered; that was Forts one failing he always looked and sounded so
guilty.

`Oh, I thought after'

he glanced at me again and put a hand to his mouth, he whispered

`last night'

Did he think I hadn't heard that?

`Winters, I'm not deaf'

Forts glanced from me to Winters and back at me, he looked panicked, he
blushed red

`Winters, I don't know what you're talking about'

Winters looked round at me and then back at Forts, he put his hand to his
mouth again; in mock shock

`ops, Silly me, catch up later'

Forts was straight back at me as Winters walked off

`Davy, I have done nothing, I don't know what he is talking about, I have
been with you every night'

Well that was at least true, he had been. I caught Mr MacDonald approaching
out of the corner of my eye.

`Ah Forts, I would like you to show me progress at the stables, sorry Davy,
I need to pry him from your grasp for a little while'

He winked at me laughing, giving Forts and nudge.

`And everyone else's it would seem'

`Sorry Davy?'

`Oh, nothing'

I turned to Forts

`I haven't done anything, Davy'

I began to turn away.

`Good morning boy's'

`Good morning, Mr Morris'

`Everything okay? Forts, I still need to catch up with you, see me later,
Oh, Davy, Mr Davis is looking for you.'

Mr Morris walked off, looking a bit too happy, smirking almost. I turned
back to Forts.

`I will see you later'

Mr MacDonald, kept his eyes on me as I left the hall, his face, seemed to
have a question, just waiting to be asked on it, as he looked between us.

`Oh, Davy'

`Hello Mr Davis, how can I help you?

`Oh, I need a bit of help with the Pipe organ, I wondered if you were free'

I smiled nodding. He gave me a great smile as I turned to follow him.

`Davy, ...Davy, be careful, watch his hands'

Forts hissed at me; I should be so lucky. Mr MacDonald turned to Forts

`Come on Forts, let's get out of here before he starts that infernal
machine'

As I glanced back, I saw Mr MacDonald leading Forts out of the hall.

The temporary wall above the book cases had been built on a wooden frame,
with the boards and frame removed, the hundreds of pipes and what Mr Davis
referred to as the `Keydesk' was now visible, it occupied a place dead
centre of the bookcases and was raised as Forts had found out, on that day
two weeks ago, so that the organist could see behind them into the Great
Hall. Mr Davis had been ensuring that the dirt and dust of the demolition
was kept to the minimum and today, he wanted to power up the organ for the
first time. I stood looking up at it in all its glory, it still needed a
lot of work, painting, yet more cleaning etc, but it looked very impressive
none the less.

`Follow me Davy'

Mr Davis, opened the hidden bookcase door and we went behind the bookcases,
an area now with plenty of light.

`This way, this way'

He was genuinely excited; we climbed the small wooden stairs to the Keydesk
and he turned to me animatedly.

`This really is an impressive organ, built by the firm of Henry Hilsdon
from Glasgow, it has three manuals; that's keyboards, to you and also a
pedal board, with four divisions; the Great, the Swell, the Solo and the
Choir, each with pipe stops from two feet to sixteen feet and solo and
swell pedals; the school really is so lucky'.

It certainly all sounded impressive.

`Could you reach down and power it up Davy, please?

Oh, ...here goes I thought, I bent down into the small void containing the
power switches; but nothing, maybe my arse wasn't as tempting as Forts' had
been. I flicked the switch and crawled back out of the space to see Mr
Davies getting himself all comfortable.

`Well are you ready Davy, here goes'

He composed himself and then began, a great chord, shook the very building
as he began the Finale to Saint-Saens `Organ' symphony, his face was filled
with joy and he smiled broadly as his fingers and feet danced on the
keyboards, pedals and worked the stops, I had never heard anything as loud,
I found myself grinning with the sheer joy, beauty and power of it. Mr
Davis, glanced at me smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. After this in a
world of his own he went straight into Handel's, Music for the Royal
Fireworks, I looked round and down into the hall, groups of masters and
boys had begun to gather, all standing amazed by the heavenly music. As the
piece came to an end, spontaneous clapping started round the hall, I began
clapping too, Mr Davis, stood up and took a little bow and then hugged me.

`Inenarrabili gaudio, inenarrabili gaudio'

`Sorry Mr Davis, we don't take Latin here, I don't know what you're saying'

`Indescribably joy, Indescribably joy, my boy'

And he hugged me again.

`How do you fancy becoming my music page turner Davy? I will need one for
the services'

`But I don't play an instrument, not even a recorder, Mr Davis'

`Well if you're interested? It would be my pleasure to start to teach you'

`Let me speak to his Lordship, we will need to start you off on the piano
and then introduce the organ so you can get used to both'

I nodded; fancy, me starting to learn an instrument.



Mr MacDonald take up the story


`Come on Forts, lets get out of here before he starts that infernal
machine'

I lead Forts out of the Hall and down the stairs

`Come on, show me what you have been up to at the stables'

We could only have been thirty or Forty feet from the Castle, when we heard
the first chord from the pipe organ, Forts looked at me surprised.

`If you think that's loud, wait till your in the same room'

`Can't it be played any quieter?

`Yes, but Mr Davies is obviously giving Davy a show of what it can do'

Forts smiled and glanced back

`As long as that's all he is doing?

`Oh, do I see a little green eyed monster, how are things going between you
both?

`Well, Mr Mac, they seemed fine, but this last week, boys keep coming up to
me and thanking me'

`For what?

`I don't know,...its always when Davy is there, and its always so cryptic,
you would think they were trying to cause trouble between us, saying how
much fun we had, one even asked if could call me Fort's now?

I stopped in my tracks.

`And this just started?

`Well, yes this week'

I had wondered what was going to happen, ever since Mr Duncan had come to
the farm in such a state on his motorcycle to warn me, that Gary and
Brookmeyer, were out to cause trouble. For now, I thought it best to change
the subject.

`Come on, show me the progress here'

The entrance road into the stable block courtyard had been cut back and
cleaned up allowing easy access to the stables. As we entered the courtyard
a head appeared over one of the stable doors.

`Archie, Archie, you never told me you were coming'

I ran over to him, throwing my arms round him, Forts hung back
smiling. Once we had finished our cuddle, he spoke.

`Hello again Archie'

`Hello Forts, well you have achieved far more than I thought you would
have, here. Come and show Athol and me round'

Forts and the boys who had been helping him, had cleared out six stable
stalls, of years of old hay and straw, with the help of a local carpenter
and plumber these stalls had all been fixed up and water reconnected,
additionally the boys had given all the wood work a coat of pain and even
two of the old tac rooms had been fixed up and re-painted, I was amazed
what this special young man had been able to achieve in only two weeks as
was Archie, Forts stopped and looked at us, looking as if he wanted to
speak but was unsure

`Go on Forts, what is it?

`Mr MacDonald, your Lordship, Sir'

I held up my hand.

`One more word like that and your going to be dumped in the horse trough
you have so loving restored, its Athol, when no one else is about'

Forts blushed; I loved when he did that, followed by that beautiful smile
of his.

`Athol, there is a lot of tack, harnesses and saddles even here, would
there be any chance of getting them repaired? Sorry, I shouldn't have asked
it will be expensive I imagine, sorry'

`Forts, stop, I am sure Archie must know someone and after all, if horses
are returning to Castle Fraser, we are going to need all the kit'

Archie nodded

`I certainly do know someone who can help us out, I will speak to them'

Forts nodded grinning.

`Right Forts come on show us the rest of what you have done, upstairs in
the hayloft, come and show us what remains to be completed'

Forts led us both up the rickety staircase, through various rooms above the
stables below, these rooms still needed to be cleared out. Archie suddenly
stopped as if hit by a distant memory as we arrived at the room over the
entrance arch into the stable yard; its window looking towards the Castle.

`Athol, wasn't this were you and I first, well maybe not first, but
definitely, did it?

He began to laugh, he was right, I pointed

`Just over there behind those bales'

`That's were Davy and I, first did it too'

Forts blurted out and then turned red as we both grinned at him. We had
been up here for at least twenty to thirty minutes, when Archie stopped and
cocked his head.

`Did anyone else hear that?

I looked at Forts and him at me, both straining to hear whatever it was
Archie had heard.

`It's a horse?

Forts looked confused and quickly crossed to the window looking into the
yard, he stared through the filthy pain of glass, then rubbed a small hole
in the dirt, the looked back at us, his face breaking into a great big
smile and then tearing up.

`It's Morag and Daphne'

He rushed at us and threw his arms round Archie and then me

`Best you get off and make sure they are both happy in their new home then'

Archie said, hugging him again.

`Thank you, thank you'

Forts voice trailed off as we heard him running to the staircase and down
the stairs. I turned back to Archie. I knew nothing about this, Archie,
had, had one of his workers put sawdust and straw down in the largest stall
while Forts showed us about, then, also unbeknown to me, Morag and Daphne
had been brought over in a horse box. That was my Archie, always full of
surprises; and now I wasn't the only person to love him for it.

`Are you serious?

He nodded and grabbed me in a bear hug

`How else am I going to get to see my boyfriend regularly? Now I will have
to be here two or three days a week'

I kissed him and snuggled into his neck, close to his ear

`Only, day times?

He kissed me back.

`Come on you, for old times' sake'

I took his arm and dragged him to our once special place, I began undoing
his shirt buttons, he looked me straight in the eye

`What about Forts? What if he comes back?

`He won't and if he does, its nothing he hasn't seen or done himself'

I pushed my lips to Archie's again, my fingers undoing his shirt
buttons. Then slowly knelt down, and with his shirt hanging open exposing
his chest hair, I began undoing his trousers belt, next the buttons; why
were they so fiddly when you were in a rush? I could see the bulge in his
trousers swelling against the fabric, I kissed, the bulge as I pulled apart
his flies, his white y fronts met my gaze, I hooked my thumbs into the
waist band of his trousers and began to pull them slowly down, easing over
the now throbbing bulge. I looked up.

`I don't remember it taking this long before'

We both chuckled, with his trousers now at his ankles I quickly undid his
shoes and pushed them off, easing his trousers over his ankles and off. A
gave a little dirty grin, I was now free to concentrate on his bugle
again. I pressed my lips to it, starting at his balls, I worked along the
white cloth covered tube to the ridge of the head, I kissed it, but could
wait no longer. I grabbed the sides of his Y fronts and pulled them quickly
down, his practically fully hard cock, sprung up and hit me in the face
with a wet smack, he wiggled his arse and his pants fell to his knees he
stepped out of them as I took hold of his cock shaft.

It had only been two weeks since we had been together at the farm but it
felt longer. I kissed his swollen and now wet cockhead, letting my lips
slowly part as I took more of him into my waiting mouth, I swirled my
tongue over and between his glans, concentrating on the join of foreskin to
glans. stretching his loose foreskin back with my hands towards his lovely
big balls, I had to kiss each of them too as he took hold of the beam above
his head hanging there while it supported him. I went back to his cock,
greedily licking up his precum, he moan and his knees buckled and I took
more of his rock hard shaft deeper into my mouth, worshipping his maleness,
he let go of the beam and I felt his hands drop to the back of my head,
they held my head steady as he began to sensually fuck my mouth and throat,
each thrust coating my tongue with more of his precum, he and I were lost
in ecstasy, he began to breath faster.

`No, no'

He mumbled as he pulled his cock from my mouth, it swayed in front of me as
he bent to pick me up by the arms. He pressed his lips to mine once more
and began undoing my plaid broach and sporran, both fell away, I began
undoing my shirt buttons, shaking my jacket and shirt off to both fall to
the floor, with my sporran gone my kilt tented out obscenely as my cock
tried to force its way out of confinement. His hands gripped my cock
through the material, he kissed it moaning

`It is magnificent, you big fucker'

As he rubbed his face over and round the front of my kilt I undid the kilt
belt expecting my kilt to fall away; nothing, he glanced up, I gave a
little shake of my arse, that set it in motion, nothing would stop me being
revealed now, the weight of the material, dragged it to the ground, I
looked down as he gasped, my nine inch alabaster cock, swung slowly
upwards. His mouth kissed my cock lips, his hands gripping my hens' egg
sized balls, gently squeezing each of them, he moaned again as he forced
his lips over my swollen cockhead, the warmth and tightness of his mouth,
sending me into raptures, as waves of pleasure flooded my cock brain and
body.

He pulled off my cock and looked up at me from his kneeling position in
front of me.

`I love you'

He whispered, it didn't need the words, his eyes were saying it too, he sat
back and then shuffled himself on to his back, I dropped down between his
legs, kicking our pile of clothes to the side. He lifted his legs round my
waist and my cockhead found his taint, he jiggled himself and it found his
arse hole; its home. With his eyes making love to me themselves, I leaned
forward kissing him, my cock taking advantage of the increased pressure
between us to, pushed apart his pucker, his mouth gasped into mine, his
eyes disappearing backwards as his mouth spread wide open, my cock took
advantage and pushed its bellend inside, he moaned deeply and his hand
gripped my waist holding me in place

`Gently please, gently'

We kissed again as he began to relax, I felt him push himself further on to
me, easing himself along my thick shaft. Inch by inch, I felt myself
sliding into him, our tongues never left each other's mouths; with one
final push from me, I felt my balls against his taint, he groaned and gave
a little shudder, moaning contentedly.

`Go for it, big man'

He urged me, I slowly eased myself backwards, feeling my cockhead dragging
back inside him, then slowly forward again, as my rhythm increased, I felt
him shift and moving, ensuring my fat shaft rolled over his prostate, his
arms and legs gripped me tight, as I drove him into the hay on the floor.

`Fuck Athol, please, yes fuck me'

I was being consumed by pleasure, each thrust forward stimulating me deep
inside, the smack of my balls against him, encouraging me to thrust harder,
faster. I sat back between his legs, my cock never leaving his hole, I
gripped his cock smearing it in his precum, he threw his head back,
thrusting his hips upwards; fucking my fist.

`Yes, yes, yes'

He moaned his head flopping from one side to the other, he suddenly looked
straight at me and stretched out his fingers, he gripped my nipples and
pulled, we both lost it at the same time, his cock exploded between my
fingers, pumping out his creamy white cum up between us; as I went over the
edge, I felt my own shaft begin to throb and pump my load deep inside him,
his fingers gathered up some of his cum and fed it into my mouth, I
hungrily sucked his cummy fingers; I loved this guy so much. With our
orgasms and spasms slowly coming to an end, our eyes connected us again, we
both began to chuckle.

`Fuck, well that sure takes me back'

I fell forward on to his chest and kissed him again,

`We had better go and check on Forts'

He nodded and I slowly pulled my cock from his hole, it landed in the straw
and dirt, I spent the next few moments trying to pick off the bits of
debris, I knew; or maybe I should say, I remembered that itched like a
bitch, if you didn't get it all off quickly. When we both got down stairs,
Forts, was still beaming, he stopped and gave us both an odd look; then a
look of realisation/recognition, came over his face and he blushed again as
Archie winked at him. I suppose we did both look like we had just had a
roll in the hay, which was just what we had done.


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