Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 16:31:24 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 42

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I poured myself another drink and glanced round the room; this room, before
becoming the staffroom, had been one of the main family rooms in the
Castle. I shuddered, thinking about my father shouting at me in here; how
useless and soft I was. I had that horrible feeling, I was being watched, I
glanced round the room; nothing, my eyes came to rest on the portrait above
the fire place. It was my father in full Highland regalia as Clan Chief of
the MacDonald's; its eyes, his eyes were staring down at me; disapproving
as always, his voice rang in my head, condemning my indecision; I deserved
it.

I raised my glass to him and took a drink; That bloody awful painting was
coming down tomorrow; I was the Laird of Castle Fraser, not him.


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Operation Pied Piper – Part 42



Athol continues the story


I must have done a few toasts to the ghosts of my past; I was woken, by Mr
Evans at about three in the morning; he was night duty dorm monitor, he had
seen a light on in the staffroom and also had found Brookmeyer's bed
empty. Brookmeyer was still asleep on the couch, I had obviously put a
blanket over him, but didn't remember doing it. I had no memory of taking
down that bloody portrait either, but I had, it sat facing the wall near
the door, the canvas torn at its middle; god my head hurt.

I helped Mr Evans get Brookmeyer back to his bed, he was very clingy, I had
sat with him, gently stroking his blond hair until he dropped off after
that I managed to get back to my own room. Despite the booze, I had decided
that I needed to reread all the boy's files and speak to each of them; just
to check on how they were all doing. I remembered that last time I had read
Brookmeyer's file was at Christmas, when he had been getting bullied for
having a German surname, I remembered that his two brothers were both
fighting in France with the British Expeditionary Force, the same force
which had been evacuated at Dunkirk, yet I had no idea, what had happened
to them, then the other day Gary had told me that the Brookmeyer's family
had, had to leave Germany before the war began; as they were Jewish. I
really need to chat to the kid, I had really taken my eye off the ball; It
was now time for me to fix that, even if it meant stepping back from some
of my classes to concentrate on welfare and admin more; I would speak to
Archie and the other Masters and see what they though.

I managed to get a few hours' sleep, then was woken by Mr Lucas.

`Sorry Athol, Mrs Matherson is here to see you, I have asked her to wait in
the staff room'

I nodded thanking him; my head was still throbbing, I quickly splashed some
water on my face and got myself dressed, having given myself a quick check
over in the mirror, I made my way to the staff room.

`Margery, good morning, how good to see you, how are you and the Land
Girls? So sorry you had to wait, I had a bit of a late night; problems with
one of the boys'

She glanced round the room; focusing on the torn oil painting against the
wall and the empty Whisky bottle and glass on its side; god I hoped she
couldn't smell my breath, I decided to keep my distance.

`Oh, the Girls are recovering, we have a replacement for Daphne, who seems
to be settling in okay'

`Well that's good news, please have a seat, what can I do for you?'

I hoped, I was sounding sincere. I caught a whiff of my breath; I must be
breathing out pure spirit. I began to panic; the room must smell like a
brewery. I went over and opened a window; trying to hold my breath as I
passed her.

`I can't stop, its Gary,...Mr Morris isn't it?

I nodded

`I fear he has been drinking'

God she must be thinking we were all drunks, I tried to direct my `out'
breaths away from her.

`He is in an awful state in his office, he looks like he has been in a
fight, his face is all bruised too, did you know the door's been smashed
in?

`The door? No; I wonder what could have happened?

Shit. I had just assumed he would have gone last night, and It had
completely slipped my mind that Archie had destroyed the door.

`Oh, Margery, well thank you for coming over to tell me, I had better get
over there and find out what's going on; I fear he received some bad news
yesterday; I had better get on my way to check on him'

I ushered Margery to the door, blowing my breath out in all sorts of
strange directions. I was convinced she was giving me a funny look, I
smiled; probably unconvincingly.

`Thank you again'.

She stopped in the door way, as I tried to close the door.

`Shall I come with you?

`No, no that won't be necessary, oh, thank you again, bye, bye'

The poor woman was practically pushed out by the closing door, I rushed
over to the window and hid behind the curtain watching her leave, making
sure she wasn't heading towards the walled garden. I darted down the
backstairs and out into the rear courtyard and walked smartly to the walled
garden and to Gary's office.

I picked my way through the broken door, Margery was right, Gary was
collapsed over his desk an empty bottle of Whisky it's neck still clamped
in is hand, he looked a mess. I crossed to him and gently shook his
shoulder

`Gary, Gary, wake up'

I shook him again, he slowly raised his face, he had a beautiful blackeye,
he tried to speak, his dry cracked tongue trying to lick his lips, he
glanced at the Whisky bottle, shook his head and let go of it, it rolled
off the desk; smashing on the floor before I could grab it. He sat up a bit
more, his good eye trying to focus on me.

`I feel like shit'

`You don't look much better'

I tried to smile at him, he touched his face and let out an `ouch' he
grimaced and wiggled his jaw.

`Fuck, what happened?

He tried to focus; slowly, it appeared to come back to him the events of
the previous afternoon; if not the evenings drinking. His face changed and
he tried to stand up.

`Come to throw me out, have you? Don't worry, I'm going, I'm going'

He collapsed back into the chair. I took his arm, he pulled it away from
me, slurring.

`Don't touch me'

`Gary, please, it doesn't have to be like this, we were good friends'

`You seem to have forgotten you sacked me...some fucking friend'

He rubbed his head, practically spitting the last words at me.

`I would hate to be your enemy...if that's what you do to your friends'

As his good eye tried to focus on me, his face formed half a smirk, his arm
waved me away.

`Give me ten minutes to get myself together and I will be gone...don't let
me keep you'

I looked at my old friend, there was nothing to be done or said about
yesterday, not while he was like this.

`Gary, look at yourself, you're not fit to go anywhere, come back to the
Castle and have a proper sleep and a shower; we can again speak later'

He obviously wasn't thinking straight

`So, you can call the police on me for breaking into the Castle...I don't
think so'

He slurred, staggering as he headed for the door having finally managed to
stand up. I took hold of his arm again

`Gary, please, I don't want things to end like this; come on back to the
Castle and we can speak later, hopefully sort this out'

He turned to me, his face disintegrating into drunken tears

`We were friends...and now you hate me'

He began to sob, I pulled him to me, his head rested on my shoulder as he
cried like a child. I stood hugging him; he was only twenty-two, still a
young man, he had been at the Castle, since he was a teenager, working
under that bastard Mr Finlay; no wonder poor Gary had a twisted vision of
the world. Comforting him as best I could, I helped him, over to the Castle
and up to my room, helping him get undressed and into bed, he was soon
asleep; I would speak to him again later. I quietly left the room, closing
the door behind me.

I decided to make a start on those files, Mr Duncan had supplied a large
pot of coffee and some bacon rolls; just what was needed. I had barely
started reading; the crash caused me to leap up as the staff room door
burst open and bounced back off the sideboard.

`Archie, for Christ sake you frightened the life out of me...'

I didn't finish my sentence

`Why is that arse in your bed and naked?

`Who, Gary?

`Who else'

`Archie, come in and calm down, let me explain'

`It had better be good'

His face was bright red, the arteries in his neck throbbing, he glared
round the room, his eyes focusing on the bare space above the fire, he
looked at me again.

`I need a new Painting'

I chuckled, shrugging my shoulders, I pointed to the painting leaning
against the wall, the canvas torn; where my boot hand gone through it.

`Archie come and sit down, meet the new Laird of Castle Fraser'

Archie cocked his head and looked at me quizzically.

`I have been trying to be like my father and failing, I have decided to be
me, let's face it, I can't be any worse than when I was trying to be like
him...Coffee and a bacon roll?'

`Good for you Athol, but that doesn't answer why Gary is naked in your bed?

We sat for at least an hour as I explained all that had happened after he
had left and Margery's visit this morning, we both laughed as I told him
about trying not to breath on her. He sat and listened intently as I
explained what had happened with Gary, all about his young life at the
Castle with that bastard Mr Finlay and my father as his only role models;
Archie hadn't realised that Gary was still young himself; only twenty-two,
he nodded as I spoke.

`So, are you going to give him another chance?

`Well, Archie, you are the Factor; technically one of your staff, I am not
going to start by overruling you, I will let you decide and I will stand by
your decision and support it'

`Really?

`Totally and I want you to move into the Castle too permanently, if your
happy too?'

`Well, it's a bit of a journey from Tundergarth each day'

He broke into a broad grin and stood up, I rushed him, madly pressing my
lips to his.

`I love you so much, thank you, thank you'

He hugged me back; we were probably getting a little carried away, when
again there was a tap at the door, we stepped apart, both smiling, I
shrugged my shoulders.

`Come in'

`Ah, Thomas and Fortnum, gentlemen, come in, I need to speak to you both'

`Hello Mr MacDonald, Mr Campbell'

`Come in and sit down, both of you'

`Do you want me to leave Athol?

`No, Archie, please sit down, I want you to hear all of this'

I sat and explained all about the last two weeks, Davy and Forts,
exchanging opened mouthed glances frequently as I spoke, tell them the
whole torrid tale.

`Now, boy's Archie and I have yet to speak to Gary, err Mr Morris, so I
cannot tell you what will definitely be happening regarding him; However,
Brookmeyer is still a pupil at the school and I am determined he will
remain so. I want you both to think about what you both, as the two boy's
the whole school looks up to, can do to help him. I know, what he has done
is nearly beyond forgiveness, but I really want you to search your hearts
and reach out to him in love and friendship; he is a desperately unhappy
boy'

Forts and Davy exchanged another look.

`You will have mine and Archie's full support and help; I am going to tell
you something about young Brookmeyer and I want you both to keep it between
just us, will you do that?

They both nodded, Forts took hold of Davy's hand.

`I think you both know that Brookmeyer is Jewish, what you don't know; and
I only found out this morning myself, is that he fled Nazi Germany with his
brothers, the Nazi's wouldn't let his parents leave, both of his brothers
are in the British Army, one unfortunately missing in action, now
Brookmeyer has kept this all to himself; bottling it up, I think that is
the reason for his recent behaviour'

Forts and Davy exchanged looks again, Davy spoke quietly

`But doesn't he have a crush on Forts, Mr MacDonald?

`Davy, I think, you have to accept, half the school has a crush on Forts
here'

I winked as Forts turned red.

`A few of the Masters too, me being one of them, you're a very lucky guy
Davy, that he loves only you'

Forts squeezed Davy's hand again, as a tear rolled down Davys cheek.

`Right boy's I will let you go and have a chat, you don't have to tell me
what you decide, but search your hearts, remember how we all felt when
Callum was reported missing in action, I know you will do the right thing'

The boy's nodded and left.



Davy continues the story

Forts and I had gone back to our room; it was a lot to take in, we sat in
silence, then Forts spoke.

`I still don't know what we should do, what do you think Davy, what would
make you feel better, do you think?

I looked at the carpet

`If I felt no one cared for or loved me, I would want to be loved, it's a
bit like Carstairs in a way'

Forts nodded, I looked at him, taking hold of his hand

`Do you think, you can forgive Brookmeyer, Forts?

`I can, if you can'

We continued speaking, holding each other closely.

`What ever we decide we have both got to be happy'

I said, Forts nodded.

I was still a bit numb, the room was in semi darkness, but there was enough
light that I could see the two figures, I watched from the corner, as the
they stood kissing, the smaller one of them, definitely more enthusiastic
than the other, their hands were helping each other to undress; they moved
over to the bed. The smaller one crawled to the middle of the bed, before
turning on to his back, he lay there expectantly, his legs apart, his hands
outstretched to the guy shuffling up between his legs; the outstretched
hands were ignored, I cringed to myself; instead, they rubbed up and down
the chest in front of them.

I moved from the shadows; shedding my clothes, quietly moving a chair, I
positioned myself at the end of the bed. The broad back and hairy arse
facing me, was unmistakable. Forts, was resting on his knees, his hairy
calves and size ten feet behind him. I could clearly see his large bollocks
hanging down between his legs, swinging gently as he worked with his cock,
positioning it against the exposed twitching hole, which I could see,
clearly visible between his open legs, two feet hung or was it hovered
either side of hips. I didn't want him to look back, I didn't think I could
take it; I still couldn't really believe what was actually happening; even
though we had both agreed and it had been my suggestion, which he initially
resisted, before finally giving in to me.

I heard a gasp as Forts pushed his bellend against the hole before him, the
feet twerked upwards, two hands gripped Forts waist, another gasp, followed
by a half moaned.

`Slowly, please Forts'

Forts, stopped, his balls swung ever so gently, after a second, he leaned
forward again. I couldn't see his hands, he was obviously tightly gripping
the base of his cock with one, and guiding his swollen bellend with the
other. A sharp cry was followed by a deep moan, the toes on the feet
hanging either side of his waist, contorted, scrunching tight; well I knew
what that meant. Forts, hands appeared, he wiped them on the sheets and sat
back on his calves, his balls still visible; from where I sat, they hung
motionless, while he allowed the arse to grow accustomed to his throbbing
shaft and bellend. I watched as the toes uncurled, the hands on his waist,
seemed to be easing him forward, the feet, crossed over, behind his lower
back. I watched as Forts eased his full eight inches into them, his sac
soon spreading as it flattened against the guys arse, Forts, balls gently
separated as his cock root; that bit you can't normally see, pushed home
the visible eight inches.

Brookmeyer, moaned again, a long sensual moan, his feet tightening their
grip round Forts waist. I was praying Forts wouldn't look back and see my
tears; thank fully he didn't, he did stretch a hand back to me, I took it
and held it tightly, I squeezed his fingers and let go. Forts leaned
forwards, his arms extending down either side of Brookmeyer as his cock,
began its steady fucking rhythm, I watched his balls as they continued to
squish against Brookmeyer's taint. This wasn't a hard-brutal fuck, Forts
was taking his time, making sure he was going deep, Brookmeyer, gave a
quiet grunt at every thrust forward, it was funny watching Forts balls,
their lack of movement, betraying that Brookmeyer was in fact being impaled
deeply by Forts cock.

Was it the heady atmosphere, or the two guys fucking before me, I felt my
mouth watering, I was starting to get into this, I crawled on to the bed
and kissed Forts arse, he tensed his buttocks; letting me know, he knew
what I was doing, even if Brookmeyer, would just interpret it as a little
spasm.

I couldn't help myself, I reached up and let my hand touch Forts arse; he
stopped dead. I placed both hand on Forts peachy bum and began rocking his
hips faster, he understood, and began to fuck Brookmeyer more powerfully as
he picked up his speed, Brookmeyer was now grunting on each and every
thrust as Forts buried his cock. I slid my hand up Forts back, pushing him
downwards, he hadn't kissed Brookmeyer since, they got on the bed, time for
that to change; who has ever heard of shag without a good snog? Brookmeyer
moaned loudly as Forts pushed his mouth to his, his legs visibly tightened
round Forts waist. I felt down between Forts legs and stroked his big hairy
balls, his renewed enthusiasm, was resulting in that oh so familiar, slap,
slap, slap; of course, interspersed with Brookmeyer's moans between each of
them.

I got on my back and shuffled forward pushing my head under yet between
Forts stretched legs, his balls began to push back and forwards over my
nose and mouth as I slid under, my tongue lapping at his big eggs, the top
of my head came to a stop against the arse he was pounding, I could feel my
own cock was now throbbing, the heady smell of sex was turning me on big
time, I twisted my head on to its side, I could just make out Forts thick
shaft ploughing into Brookmeyer's stretched hole; Brookmeyer's stretched
and straining sphincter, forming a white a halo around Forts shaft. I eased
out my tongue, running it down Forts shaft, following it to the halo of
white gripping it, I began to lick, tasting the juices of both of them as
they coated my probing tongue. Brookmeyer seemed to jump, I heard Forts
reassuring him, in that deep sexy voice of his.

`Gently, it's Davy, just enjoy'

I felt one of Brookmeyer's hands ease down between him and Forts, his
fingers stroked my cheeks and then pushed into my mouth, I sucked on them
and licked at his hole as Forts ploughed in to him. Brookmeyer was groaning

`Yes, please Davy, please'

As he pushed his arse harder onto Forts cock, I felt Forts sit back again,
he gripped Brookmeyer's ankles he bent and pushed his legs, rolling
Brookmeyer's hips higher, giving both of us better access to that hungry
hole. As Brookmeyer's hands withdrew to grip behind his knees, I slipped a
couple of my fingers on to Forts shaft, allowing them to ease and slid
inside too, Forts spread his legs further and raised himself, so his legs
were off the bed, stretched out hard behind him, his toes, pushing into the
mattress for extra purchase, another deep groan from Brookmeyer, I was now
able to reposition, so it was easier to get my tongue in to his hole along
with Forts thick shaft and my two fingers. Forts was now hammering home all
eight inches of his cock, Brookmeyer was reduced to making huh, huh, huh,
huh, huh noises as we both worked his arse, his breathing was getting
faster and faster, I could feel him pushing his arse up to meet Forts
downward stoke.

`Oh god, oh god, no, no, no'

Brookmeyer lifted his hips off the sheets; his feet firmly planted on the
bed, as his cock began to spew out its load on to Forts hairy chest, his
arse and taint spasmed with each pulse. Forts; the best lover in the world,
held his cock deep in Brookmeyer, allowing him to enjoy each ripple as his
arse gripped that fat cock. Spent Brookmeyer collapsed flat onto the bed, I
extracted myself from between and underneath them; why do we always get
into such bizarre positions shagging; or is that just me. I sat up on the
end of the bed, Forts was sitting up now his cock still embedded in
Brookmeyer.

I saw a hand in the gloom reaching for me; thinking it was Forts, I gripped
it; it wasn't his; there was no hair on the back of it. The fingers wrapped
round mine and pulled me up the bed, I shuffled along, Brookmeyer, pulled
me close to his face, he leant up and kissed me.

`Thank you for allowing this Davy, thank you'

A large tear rolled down his cheeks, it glistened in the semi darkness

`Can I watch you and Forts now?

He whispered, I looked up at Forts, he had heard Brookmeyer, Forts eyes met
mine, I knew he was asking me if I wanted too; I nodded. Forts shuffled
back pulling his softening dick from Brookmeyer, he leaned forward and
kissed Brookmeyer one last time.

Brookmeyer shuffled over on to the other bed and turned on to his side
facing us. Forts was sitting upright on his knees, I crawled over to him
and adopted the same position, shuffling my knees between his, I ran my
fingers up his chest, as he pushed his mouth to mine, his broad arms
reached behind me pulling me tightly against him as his tongue frantically
took possession of my mouth. My hard-wet cock slid alongside his, now
throbbing leaking shaft, we both raised on to our knees, flattening our
bodies as close to each other's as we can; a pair of dancing king cobra's,
he ground his hairy chest and hips into me, one hand gently stoking my face
as we kissed passionately, our grunts and moans of pleasure, proclaiming
our deep love.

Forts broke our kiss and leaned close to my ear.

`I want you to fuck me Davy'

He began to move backwards, we disentangled our legs, he pushing his wide
apart and then easing them behind me as I sat looking down at him, my bum
resting on my calves, his hard angry cock swayed as he laid back, mine
bobbed in anticipation, I shuffled forwards as he rolled his hips,
presenting my waiting cock with his hole. He stared up at me from the
sheets as I pressed my precum covered bellend to his hole, I smeared my boy
lube over his twitching pucker, gripping the shaft I pushed forward. Forts
gasped as my bellend eased his arse muscle apart, groaning loudly as it
snapped over my bellend and gripped my shaft once more, I let go of my
shaft and reached down for his nipples, my fingers gently teasing them in
their nest of hair, he moaned again and then grunted, I felt him tense as I
began to push deeper into him, his hands reached for my hips as his strong
muscled legs gripped me vice like round my waist.

I was soon in a far as my six inch cock would go, I felt my balls press
against his taint, his legs moved up wards, gently he locked his feet
behind my neck and then slowly he used his leg muscles to pull my head
down, down closer to his open mouth and waiting tongue; I gave up resisting
as I began to fuck his hole, my cock probing him at one end and my tongue
at the other, we were both moving in unison, a sensual ballet of moves each
anticipating what the other would do next and responding. I could feel the
excitement building inside me, I glanced at Brookmeyer, he was wiping his
eyes, he forced a smile. I knew I wouldn't be much longer and began to fuck
Forts harder, his hands tightly gripping my hips, took up the rhythm,
pulling me harder and deeper into him. The tingling started in my toes,
shooting up my calves to my tightening balls and then, forcing itself out
up my shaft, I began to spurt my cum in Forts hole, his eyes totally
focused on mine, as he mouthed, `I love you' as he took my load, I leant
forward and kissed his lips again, my heart dissolving in his smile.

I slid from his arse and rolled onto my side next to him, I lay panting,
enjoying the feelings sweeping my body. After a few moments, I was aware
that he had started chuckling, I looked at him, he was gripping his hard
cock at the base waving it in the air, his thick eight inches gleamed in
its precum coating, his bellend throbbing out more and more, which dribbled
down his shaft.

`Go on you know you want too'

His voice, playfully taunted me, I crawled over him, my legs straddling his
hips, his hands gripped my waist once more, I raised myself up and gripped
his shaft, positioning it at my hole, I tapped my pucker with his fat
flaring bellend, coating me with some of the lube he was producing, my
fingers, gripping his shaft were coated too, I eased back, pushing back,
allowing my hole to slowly open and stretch to accommodate his cock head;
there was no feeling like it. I hovered teasing him, with half his cockhead
in me, his eyes pleading in the gloom for me to end the torture; I pushed
down, my pucker, closing round his thick shaft, he moaned, nearly as loud
as me, as I began to slid down his cock, I began to lick his precum off my
fingers, he opened his mouth; dirty fucker, I pushed a couple of fingers on
to his tongue, his lips closing and hungrily sucking his own juice from
them, his eyes still focused totally on me.

I felt him began to raise his hips as my bum cheeks sat onto his pubes and
balls. I pushed my hands back onto his chest, aiming for those sensitive
nipples of his, I began to raise my arse up his shaft as I found them, I
gripped them between my thumb and forefinger, he groaned, his hips rising
off the sheet, trying to keep his cock inside me. I sat down again, causing
his to gasp and moan. I saw a movement on the other bed, I glanced at
Brookmeyer, his eyes met mine.

`Can I watch his cock going into you?

He hesitantly whispered, I nodded and as Brookmeyer moved behind us, I
leaned forward, giving him a good view of Forts, thick eight inches,
straining as it curved into me; albeit with four inches deeply imbedded in
me and his huge balls hanging below. I began to thrust my hips up and down,
my hole working Forts cock, I felt a finger touch my stretched hole, it
circled round Forts shaft and was gone, Forts and I were snogging again, I
felt his moan, obviously something else was happening to his shaft and
balls, I couldn't see. Forts began to thrust his hips harder and harder; I
heard a gasp from behind me obviously from Brookmeyer, I sat back up,
feeling all of Forts cock fill me once more.

I stroked Forts face and turned back to Brookmeyer, I stroked his face too,
he smiled up at me, whispering.

`It looks amazing'

`It, feels amazing too'

I knew what I had to do, I leaned forward and gave Forts and kiss and then
eased myself up and pulled his cock from my arse, Forts looked confused, I
winked at him, positioning myself to his side.

`Come on Brookmeyer, see how amazing it is'

He looked startled

`Are you sure Davy?

I nodded, he scampered up and over Forts, I leant over and helped ease
Brookmeyer's butt cheeks apart; with his hands holding them open, I gripped
Forts shaft, again smearing some of his precum over Brookmeyer's
hole. Brookmeyer began to sit back on to Forts bellend, his hole was going
to be invaded for the second time this night. I held Forts tightly until
Brookmeyer's arse cheeks made contact with my hand. I moved back and sat
and watching as he slowly sank down taking all of Forts deep inside him
again, I moved up alongside Forts head, as Brookmeyer leaned forward on to
his chest, our three mouths and tongues met, I slipped a hand on to Forts
nipple, as Brookmeyer stroked my face and Forts gave Brookmeyer a royal
shafting.

Forts eyes looked into mine as I played with his nipple

`I won't be long'

Brookmeyer heard him and looked at me,

`Davy, you should be here'

He started to raise himself, I shook my head and kissed Brookmeyer; Forts
understood the message, I felt his body tense as his balls began to empty
into Brookmeyer, Brookmeyer gasped, his tongue thrusting deeper into my
mouth, we lay a spent heap of youthful bodies, our breathing slowly
returning to normal as we cuddled up to each other. It was then that I
heard and felt Brookmeyer begin to sob, I lifted his face, the tears were
dripping off his cheeks.

`I am so sorry, so sorry, so sorry for what I did, thank you, thank you'

Forts and I each wrapped an arm around him. The hatchet; hopefully well
buried. We all slept together that night, Forts and me, making love again;
after all, we had always said we would always be the last guys we made love
to each night.


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Other Nifty stories by this writer:

`NightCam Fun'                      – Gay/Encounters
`Exploring my brother'              – Gay/Incest
`Joshs Adventures series'           - Gay/Adult Youth
`An Army life for me'               - Gay/Adult Youth/Military
`Grandmas Bedroom'                  – Bisexual/Incest
`Dominic Online'                    – Gay/Adult Youth
`Vampyre'                           – Gay/Adult Youth
`Operation Pied Piper'              – Gay/Adult Youth
`Scream if you want to go faster'   - Bisexual/Adult Youth
`Red and Nick'                      – Bisexual/Military
`The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest