Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2020 18:33:48 +0000 (GMT)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 54

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I shook my head and tightened my legs round his waist, as he got into his
rhythm, he fucked me hard into the floor, oh don't get me wrong it wasn't
unpleasant, but this guy although like Forts in so many ways, certainly in
the body stakes, hairy big cock, he was a totally different personality; my
pleasure was important, right after his. Ten minutes of hard fucking my
arse was screaming, begging for him to cum, I tried every trick I knew, to
hurry him along. I began wanking my cock, hoping that would push him over,
as I sprayed my load into his hairy chest, he carried on fucking me; dam
that usually worked. He turned me over and began to fuck me hard from
behind, holding my head into the carpet, like I said it wasn't unpleasant,
just different from how Forts had fucked me.

Eventually, having slapped my arse hard three time, he collapsed forward,
grunting as each spurt left his cock, and splattered deep into me, he hung
over me, his buttocks giving little twinges as he squeezed out the very
last drops, he lent forward and nibbled my ear.

`Wow, your fucking awesome'


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Operation Pied Piper – Part 54



Dickens continues the story


I lay with Darrel's still twitching cock inside me; that was an amazing
shag. I grinned up at him

`You weren't bad yourself'

He gave a little chuckle and slowly sat back, his movement, pulling his
rapidly deflating cock from my wet hole, his swollen bellend pulling from
me with an audible plop. He slowly stood up, a drip of cum still swinging
from his cockhead, he caught it on his finger and offered it to me.

`Want it?

I opened my mouth; he dragged his finger across my lips and I used my
tongue to take it all.

`Can we do that again, later?

He grinned and chuckled.

`If you promise to be good'

We both got redressed, the wall clock ticked loudly; twelve midnight.

`Hey it's the witching hour, we had better do our next round; make sure
everyone is behaving themselves'

I said as he adjusted his fly plaid.

`Come on then, but stop talking about ghosts, for fuck sake, its spooky
enough round here'

I laughed to myself, he may be built like a brick outhouse and hung like a
donkey, but still a big scaredy cat. I turned off the light in the Prefects
room, so our eyes became accustomed to the dark, opening the door, revelled
the corridor, dark shadows only lit by the light coming in from outside.

`What was that?

He hissed, grabbing my arm. I shrugged my shoulders and headed in the
direction the noise came from. We rounded the corner, there was something
or someone by the door to Mr Evans room. I heard Darrel gasp behind me, as
we got closer, the figures became clearer, I sneaked up and put my hand on
one of their shoulders.

`Carstairs, Downton, just what are you up too?

Both of them leapt about a foot off the ground, flailing their arms at me.

`God, Dickens, you frightened the life out of us'

Carstairs was holding his chest, he began to giggle so did Downton.

`What are you both doing?

`Nothing'

Oh, that old answer; when caught, deny everything. I knew just what they
were doing, Darrel and I had been doing it earlier ourselves, I moved
Carstairs out of the way and peered through the gap in the door; there was
a light on inside. Wow.

`Is that the Smyth twins?

I spoke out loud, Darrel, shoved in next to me, Carstairs and Downton
giggled.

`You two off to bed, now and be grateful, I am not taking this any further'

They scurried off down the corridor, I went back to peering into the
room. Mr Evans was sitting back naked in his chair and on the floor in
front of him were the two Smyth twins; Evan's hard cock, between their
hungry mouths. I looked at Darrel and smiled, then knocked loudly on the
door.

`Don't come in, err, ... wait a minute, ...hang on'

There was a bit of scuffling from the other side of the door. The door
opened about four inches and Mr Evans face peered round at us.

`Dicken's, it's you, ...is everything okay?

`Yes Sir, we noticed your light was on and thought we had better check you
were okay'

`Oh, that's very kind, yes, well, I couldn't sleep, so was just sitting
reading; very observant of you both though, and thank you for checking to
see if I was okay; I will make sure I tell Mr MacDonald, how diligently you
were doing your role, excellent in fact...now was their anything else? I
was just reaching an exciting part'

I decided to have some fun and tried to peer past him, he closed the door
another inch.

`You okay Sir?

`Yes, I am just in my dressing gown ... on you go then, thank you once
again'

His face vanished as the door closed; I smiled to myself; I could see my
next challenge forming.



Forts take up the story


Getting Davy up to the fifth floor and our new room, it finally struck me,
how unlike his usual self he was.

`What do you think of the room Davy?

`Yeah its nice'

His voice was flat

`Davy, come here, what's wrong?

His face crumbled as he came to me, throwing his arms round me, he buried
his face into my chest.

`Who's is that baby? ...Why...say...'

He began blubbing, his words just an unintelligible jumble.

God how had I been so self-absorbed, only now suddenly realising that I had
been too caught up in my own stuff to realise that the guy I loved was
hurting and hurting bad. With all that had happened since then, I had
practically forgotten about seeing his mum with that pram; thinking about
it, Mr MacDonald was right, we should, no, I should have made him go and
say hello. I led Davy to the bed and sat down hugging him tight, kissing
his head and letting him get it all out on me. After about five minutes, he
gave a little chuckle.

`You stink'

`Hey, that's not very nice'

I gently eased his face up to mine, wiped the tears from his eyes and
kissed him.

`I love you; you know that don't you?

He nodded; but looked so sad.

`Come on you can help me, we can christen the new bath together, help me
get out of these clothes'

Davy eased himself off the bed and took hold of my riding boot, it's funny
how something as mundane as removing riding boots can reduce you to fits of
laughter, then on to peeling off my Jodhpurs.

Davy knelt down in front of me and hooked his fingers in the waist band and
began to shimmy them down, my Y fronts went with them, he grinned up at me
as my treasure trail was revealed, his hand slipped round and gripped my
hairy buns, he squeezed them and then kissed along the rapidly lengthening
lump in the front of my Jodhpurs. He grinned again and continued to peel
them and my pants down, he gave a laugh as my cock caught on the material
and strained for release, he kissed along the exposed skin; that wasn't
helping or was it, straining like bent bamboo, my y fronts became unable to
sustain the pressure and my cock bounced out, slapping Davy in his
face. His hands grasped my shaft and peeled the skin back fully from my
cockhead, his kissed it gently. I stopped him, I wanted this to be about
him, I helped him up and began to remove his clothes, once he was down to
his pants, I got him to climb on to the bed and began kissing his whole
body, starting at his feet.

It was funny; yes, we had sex regularly, but I hadn't really noticed how
Davy's body was changing and maturing over the last year, as I kissed each
of his feet, I could see how they were changing shape; his toes growing
longer, his foot broadening. I moved on to his ankle and the hairs which
had been so soft, were now growing coarser, thicker, more plentiful. I slid
my hands up his legs, my lips following my hands, the course hair began to
peter out, he gave a little gasp, as my first hands and then my lips
explored the inside of his thighs; they were smooth and soft, silky even, I
watched his hands dig into the bed clothes as I moved closer to his balls,
I hovered below them looking up his body, his balls were bigger too, they
heaved in his sac; anticipating my tongue's first lick. His cock was
already hard, it bobbed and swayed now only a few inches from me.

I dragged my tongue from under his balls up to his cock shaft; he even
tasted different, that was man sweat now on my tongue; no longer a young
boy, I rubbed my tongue over my taste buds inside my mouth, savouring, its
salty manliness. I worked on his balls, rolling them over and over in his
smooth sac, my hands either side of his waist as I crawled slowly up the
bed between his knees.

I reached for his cock shaft at the same time as I licked over his balls to
it, I held it vertically, the angle straining the shaft, I licked slowly up
towards the exposed head. I so wanted to engulf him in my mouth, but he
deserved this, deserved some pampering. My tongue and lips teased their way
up, I could see the glob of precum growing; feel the pulses his cock gave,
hear him moaning. His hands moved from the bed to the back of my head, I
looked up into his eyes; flashing him one of my smiles, I mouthed "I love
you", as my tongue lapped up his precum and my mouth engulfed his
cockhead. His hips raised off the bed as he pushed his cock deep into my
mouth, his hands holding my head tight, he began to face fuck me, his hands
controlling where my tongue and lips were on his shaft.

I pushed my hands on up through his thickening treasure trail and across
his abs on up to his chest, reaching his nipples; I wondered if they could
ever be as sensitive as mine. I let his throbbing cock fall from my mouth
and moved my tongue to first one then the other nipple. I was now laying on
top of him, enjoying the sensations of our cocks rubbing together, smearing
each other in our precum. I pushed his arms back above his head, exposing
his armpits to my tongue, how had I missed the changes in his body, I
buried my face and tongue amongst the blond wispy hair. Licking his skin;
was that salt there as a natural flavour enhancer, it seemed like it, as my
tongue feasted.

I slowly moved to his face, his eyes firmly fixed on mine, I licked away
the tear stains, he moved exposing his neck to me, I nuzzled into it;
passion had over taken me, I bit into his neck, sucking on the skin in my
mouth, he moaned squirming under me, pushing his hips into mine, I broke
away and kissed him again, our tongues lost in each other's pleasure, he
moved to my ear and whispered

`I love you so much, ...fuck me...  please'

I raised up and looked down at him, deep into those pleading eyes, I sat
back on my heels. My cock swaying and bobbing wildly over his balls, his
hand reached for my shaft and encircled it squeezing as they massaged its
length. I reached for his legs and eased them back, practically doubling
him in half, his hole rapidly revealing itself as his legs and arse cheeks
stretched further apart, I couldn't resist it, I shuffled back and planted
my mouth over his hole, my nose inhaling his heady scent; how had I missed
this transformation into a horny man; I was ashamed.

I spat on his hole, using my hands to open his cheeks even wider, while his
hands now held his legs open and back. My tongue pushed into his pucker, he
groaned raising his hips to my tongue, I worked his hole, easing it open
with first my tongue and then my fingers as he continued to buck and grind
himself against me. I moved back, he looking at me, I gripped my thick
shaft at the base and tapped my dripping cockhead against his hole, he
mouthed the word "please".

I lined myself up and pushed forward, my eyes never leaving his, as my
bellend eased apart his sphincter, I had to tell him

`I love you, Davy'

A tear appeared in his eyes as he mouthed "I love you too", I slowly and
gently slid my swollen thick eight inches in, till I felt my pubes against
his taint, I leaned forward over him, our tongues mimicking what was
happening in our groins. I didn't fuck him, I made love to him, each
thrust, each moan, each groan, helping to take away the angst and stress of
the last few days; The mad last-minute trip to London, the excitement of
the Savoy, the upset of his parents and that pram, the horror of our
initial flight, the terror of finding himself covered in Callum's blood,
all these things had accumulated and overwhelmed his ability to cope, I
watched his face relaxing as each one diminished in significance as our
bodies became one.

By the time we had finished, we both needed a bath, we lay cuddling
caressing and kissing, enjoying our time together. It was Davy, who
eventually sat up.

`You stink'

`Hey, that's not very nice, you don't smell to good yourself'

I grabbed him and began tickling him; rewarded with his smiling face, I
stared at it. Maybe to long, his smile faded

`What's wrong?

`Nothing, I just realised how much I love you'

He broke into a smile again.

`Come on stinky, bath time, I can see I am going to have to get used to
living with a stable boy'

`Stable boy! ...excuse me, one day I will be Lord of the Manor, come to
think of it, I may even keep you on, I will need someone to run my bath'

I leapt up as Davy lunged at me, grabbing for my swinging cock, he chased
me round the room finally jumping on me, we fell back on the bed, him on
top of me this time.

`You had better learn how to run your own bath, I will be the lady of the
Manor and I won't be doing it then'

We both burst out laughing. He jumped up, gave a curtsey and headed for the
ensuite.

`Come on let me show you now'



Gethin takes over the story


Callum and I were very worried about Davy; things couldn't have gone more
wrong, quicker if we had planned them too. I blamed myself, what was I
thinking dragging him down to London in the first place. I had thought, it
would be wrong to leave him in Scotland, after all he loved Forts more than
all of us and the news of Athol adopting him meant celebration. But what
was going on with his parents, I had said to Athol I was prepared to go and
knock to find out, but he wanted me to leave it to him. Then nearly being
shot down, I don't think anyone realised, quite how close we had been to
that. Our pilot; Pilot Officer Miles, had been amazing, he had defiantly
saved our lives; his injuries would take a while to heal, how he landed the
plane with a shattered leg, even he didn't know. I had recommended him for
the Distinguished Flying Cross, hopefully he would get it. Then Callum
spraying poor Davy with blood, had been about the last straw, poor kid, had
thought Callum was dead.

So, it was with some uneasiness that, I brought Bessy round to the front of
the Castle for our trip to RAF Dyce; neither of us had any idea how Davy
would be, Callum had sat in the back.

`Here they come'

I looked round, Davy came bouncing out of the door, dressed in the
trousers, jacket and boots, we had got him in London, Forts was in a what
looked country casuals, a tweed jacket, beige trousers and brown brogues, I
looked them both up and down.

`Very smart lads'

`And you two, are too'

`Yes, very smart, apart from that mark on your neck Davy'

Davy moved his hand to his neck, I looked at Forts who turned away.

`Davy, quickly go and grab a scarf, and don't take it off'

Davy returned a few minutes later still beaming, throwing smiles at
everyone, I caught Forts eye and mouthed "has he been drinking? He chuckled
and said

`Oh, he is just in love'

The look they exchanged showed just who with.

`Well in you get both of you, Davy, your up front with me'

Bessy burst into life with a throaty roar. I turned out on to the B993 and
headed towards Craigearn, then on through Kemnay on to the B994 through
Cottown and on to the A96, passed Denhead, Kinellar and Blackburn.

`Airport road, not long now Davy'

We pulled up at a road block, three men in RAF uniforms came over to the
car, the one in charge leapt to attention, saluting smartly.

`Good Morning, Group Captain Evans, Squadron leader, Gentlemen'

He turned back to me.

`If you give me a few minutes Sir, I will let the Base Commander know your
here'

I nodded, as the man disappeared in to the wooden hut next to the road
block. Davy grinned back at Forts, a cheeky look on his face.

`You should have told him, you're a "Lordship", I think I am the only
Gentleman'

Forts gave him a hahhahah back. The RAF man came back to the car.

`Sir, if you can make your way to the Commanding Officers Office, he will
meet you there, Sir'

Another smart salute, which Callum and I returned again, the barrier lifted
and off we went; it wasn't much of a base a few hangers and wooden huts
with a concrete control tower. I followed the wooden signs to the one
marked CO. I had been here before, now it had white washed stones round a
small piece of grass; very smart. I pulled Bessy up by the path and turned
her off, a number of guys at a neighbouring hut were watching us; lounging
in some old deck chairs, as I got out, one of them spotted my cuff bands
and kicked the others, they leapt to attention, I waved for them to sit
back down, I turned and winked to Davy.

`Come on number two and keep that bloody scarf on'

He smiled broadly; I led the way through the door into the hut.

`Group Captain Evans, welcome'

More salutes,

`And who is this young man?

I introduced, Davy and Forts, more handshakes. There was a beep from
outside as a couple of jeeps pulled up.

`With your permission Sir, shall we show these young lads around the base?

I nodded and we all followed the CO out to the jeeps, Davy came with me and
the CO, Callum and Forts in the jeep behind. We set off across the tarmac
to some of the aircraft concrete standings; to protect the valuable
aircraft, concrete pens had been constructed, over them hung camouflage
netting; making them practically inviable for the air. We pulled up
alongside one containing a Spitfire, Davy and I followed the CO as he made
his way to the plane, men appeared from a small doorway at the rear of the
stand. It led to a hardened bunker, where ground crew and the plane's pilot
could shelter in an attack. Davy was trying not to laugh as they all began
leaping to attention when they saw a Group Captain in their midst.

`Do you want sit in the Spit, Davy?

The CO, lead Davy over to the small metal ladder and with the help of one
of the ground crew, Davy climbed into the cockpit. His smile from ear to
ear and it grew even wider as, the ground crew put the pilot's helmet on
him then the goggles and then slid the canopy closed. After a few minutes
Forts had a go too, both of them animatedly listening as the CO, together
with the planes pilot, pointed out all the amazing features of the plane.

Now even this would have been an amazing experience and I wasn't expecting
much more as the CO got us all back into the jeeps, then off to another
part of the airfield, this time to another Spitfire, its wings were sitting
on jacks and the plane was pointing towards a large target some hundred
meters away. The CO winked at me

`Davy, we need you to help make sure this plane's guns are correctly
aligned, so Gerry doesn't get away, will you help us?

Davy looked at me, looking for reassurance, I nodded

`Perhaps you both can, go on Davy, the squadrons engaged in the Battle of
Britain are relying on you'

He looked a bit panicked.

`Up you get I am only joking'

Once more Davy was helped up into the cockpit, and the ground crew,
explained what he was to do, Callum and I stood back, ready to cover our
ears we new what was about to happen. With one final bot of instruction the
ground crew officer jumped down on to the planes wing. The relative peace
and quiet of the day, was shattered as the Spits eight .303 Machine guns
started up, the target was torn to pieces, next it was Forts go, once again
another destroyed target, Forts clambered down, he came over to Callum and
me, he whispered something to Callum, who began laughing. The CO looked
over; Callum laughed, then address the CO and myself.

`Sorry Sir, Forts here says it gave him a hardon'

I knew that feeling well. The Co laughed too.

`Anyone hungry?

I think we all nodded and clambered back into the jeeps; next stop the
canteen. Several bacon rolls later, I stood and thanked the CO on behalf of
the boys for an amazing day, he stood and waited until I had finished.

`Well Sir, unless you are in a rush, we have a couple of dual seater Spit
trainers here, perhaps you and the Squadron Leader would like to take the
guys up for a quick look round?

I was flabbergasted

`Wow, are you sure CO?

He nodded, adding

`We can't have them wanting to join the Army, can we'

I turned to Callum

`Are you going to be okay to take one up?

`Try stopping me'



Athol continues the story


`Archie, so are you telling me, Gary was involved or not?

Archie, shrugged his shoulders, I stood up

`Oh well, best not to know I suppose'

The tap on the door was followed by Gary's face peering in

`Ah speak of the Devil'

Gary flashed a look at Archie, who quickly responded

`I don't think he meant it like that, Gary'

Gary turned to Mr MacDonald,

`Sir, two planes are circling the Castle'

I felt my heart sink.

`Not again, get the boys in side now!'

`No Sir, they are British planes, definitely, British planes'

`Well we know who that will be'

We all made our way downstairs and out on to the Castle courtyard as the
two planes slowly flew past, the two faces in the rear seats waving madly.
After a couple of more passes the planes headed off back to the West.
Archie, looked at me

`Wish I was younger; I would have loved to have a go at that'

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