Date: Mon, 21 May 2012 08:49:25 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Retribution. Part Five.

         This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
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     Part Five

     It was the movement of the bed sheet covering me that woke me up
before I felt one side of the bed dip as someone got in beside me. I knew
from the smell that it was Stella and it was confirmed when I felt the
naked breast press against my arm.

     `Sorry. Did I wake you?' she asked in a whisper.

     `Yes,' I replied. `What time is it?'

     `Just after midnight. I'm sorry to come into your bed like this but
I'm frightened,' she said as her arm came over my chest to hold me and I
felt her give out a shiver.

     `That's alright,' I said, stroking her arm, `but I thought you would
have been with Toby.'

     `That's why I'm frightened. He didn't come to my cabin tonight and I
was too scared to go to his,' and I felt her tremble again.

     `Why?'

     `In...in case I found him dead in bed. I might have been blamed for
it. That's why I've come to you.'

     I managed to get my other arm free and got it up under her head so
that she could nestle down in my embrace to give her some comfort and sense
of security. But with me being a man and her being a woman, both of us
naked in bed doesn't leave much to the imagination of how I also comforted
her as well as gratified myself.

     If you can't imagine what we did, I'd better enlighten you. With her
laying on her side and her back towards me, we were nestled together like
two spoons in a drawer. I had my right arm over her body and found her tit
which was more than enough for my hand to contain as I gently squeezed and
moulded it, feeling the nipple rise up in my palm.

     She knew I was aroused because my prick was now hard up against her
back and she kept wriggling to make it move against her flesh. She was also
moving her legs which I could feel, knowing that she was rubbing her thighs
together.

     `God, I'm wet,' she said, moving out from my arm and laying on her
back. My hand went down over her flat stomach and in between her thighs and
found that this was the case, wet and ready for an easy entry. So I rolled
over on top of her as her legs opened for me to get in between and it was
so easy to just move my upper body for my prick to slide into her without
any effort.

     `Oh Daniel, give me an orgasm for I think that's what I need to make
me sleep tonight,' she said as I came to a full stop, being in her as far
as I could get, feeling her vaginal muscles keep flexing around my
shaft. Her legs came up as I started to fuck her and it wasn't long before
she took over in the body movements and literally fucked herself on my
throbbing cock.

     When she gave out a muted scream as she had her orgasm, I couldn't
help but add my juices to hers and came inside her, pumping my hips down to
her upward thrusts.

     `Poor Tricia,' she said when we'd finished but with me still inside
her, the tears I could see in her eyes. `She so did like it when you had
her. Keep me close to you for I'm frightened.' Her arms now hard round my
back, the fingers digging in.

     `Now don't worry Stella,' I said, kissing away her tears. `I'll be
here to see to you, that no one else will touch you.'

     `Thank you Daniel,' she said and gave out a whimper as I pulled out of
her and fell over onto my back to have her roll back into my arms to kiss
me.

                                                           *

     We were woken by a pounding on the cabin door and I was sitting up
when Stephen came in looking rather wild eyed.

     `Oh, oh, I'm sorry Daniel. I thought you were alone,' his eyes having
already taken in the tousled hair of Stella on the pillow next to
mine. `Come on deck quick!'

     `What...?' but he'd gone before I could ask the question.

     `What's up?' came the sleepy question from Stella as I moved up out of
bed.

     `I don't know, but it sounds urgent, up on deck,' I replied as I got
into my shorts. She was just getting out herself as I left the cabin and
went up on deck to see Stephen and Muriel looking over the side. I looked
too and saw the captain and Mark Downes manoeuvring the dinghy towards a
floating body in the sea. It was obvious it was Snares for he had a boat
hook stuck deep into his chest and it was the wooden haft that floated on
the surface that kept the body sideways on and preventing it from sinking.

     `Oh my God!' I whispered. `Another one.'

     `Two,' Muriel said in a choked voice. `Look,' and she pointed further
out from the yacht and there was another body floating face down in the
water. Stella came out on deck at that point but I'd already guessed from
who I'd already seen that it could only have been Sir Tobias Felting
floating out there.

     `Isn't this nightmare ever going to end?' Muriel wailed and Stella was
quick to put her arm around Muriel's shoulder like a mother hen even though
she was the younger of the two. I swear she even clucked as she tried to
soothe her.

     `Do you need a hand?' I called out from the deck.

     `If you would,' the captain called back as Downes began to pull on the
embedded boat hook in Snares. I didn't hesitate to climb onto the rail and
dive into the sea. If I had thought I was going to do that, I would have
put a costume on, for as soon as I hit the water, the force of my entry and
the air in my shorts, loose as they were, they were pulled right off my
body and down over my legs. I didn't give it a thought as I swam over to
the dinghy and helped get the body of Snares alongside.

     `There's no point in getting him into the dinghy,' the captain
said. `We might just as well as tow him ashore.' I spat salt water out of
my mouth.

     `Is that other body Sir Tobias or James?' I asked.

     `Sir Tobias,' was the grim reply. `We'll go and get him now, hang on.'
he opened the throttle and we moved a bit faster in the water with me
holding onto the side of the dinghy with one hand and helping Downes hold
the body with the other. I looked back to the yacht and saw indeed that
James was now at the rail with the others. The captain eased back on the
throttle as we bumped alongside the body and I left Snares to be held by
Downes as I moved round to hold the body of Tobias.

     `We might as well take them straight to the beach,' the captain said
and slowly moved the dinghy forward to ease us up to the sandy shore. I let
go of Tobias for I had footing on the sand and held the dinghy for the
other two to get out and we pulled the nose of the dinghy up a little way
and then turned to the gruesome task of dragging the two bodies higher up
the beach. Whether the two men noticed I was now naked, I don't know for no
comment was made and I didn't give it any thought either.

     I pulled the boat hook out of Snare's chest, the obvious cause of his
death while the captain rolled Tobias over onto his back and announced that
he'd drowned. Downes had retrieved the spade which had been left on the
beach and began to dig yet another hole in the sand alongside the other
graves. I spelled him next and left the captain to finish till he was
satisfied that it was deep enough. Snares was rolled into his hole and
instead of filling it straight in, used the sand for the second hole to
fill his.

     Half an hour later we were finished and we looked warily at each other
as we pushed the dinghy back into the water and went back to the
yacht. James had the foresight to get a large pot of coffee ready as well
as preparing breakfast with the help of Muriel. It was welcome after tying
up the dinghy and mounting the gangway not aware of my nakedness until I
saw Muriel pointedly looking at my lower regions with frank appraisal.

     `Please excuse me,' I said, only now noticing my condition. `I seem to
have lost my shorts somewhere.' I left the deck and went below and got a
clean pair of shorts and returned immediately up to the lounge.

     It was a sombre meal, the crew, what was left of them, dining with us
in the saloon. It was rather a gathering for mutual comfort and security
and made sense so that we could all keep an eye on each other as we ate our
meal in silence, each in their own thoughts as to who the murderer might
be.

     The captain now indeed was in charge with the demise of Sir Tobias and
he asked each one of us in the lounge after the meal, what we had been
doing the previous evening. As the time of the deaths couldn't be
ascertained, not one of us came up with an alibi for the whole of that time
or of during the night. Though Stella and I admitted to being in bed
together since midnight.

     `What about yourself captain?' I asked. `After all, you're in the same
boat as we are.' I got the answer before he even spoke for I saw Muriel's
face begin to go red and she lowered it so we couldn't see her face.

     `I...er, have a witness as to where I was from around the same time as
you,' he stammered.

     `Who were you sleeping with then?' Stephen asked, `for it wasn't with
me.'

     `Sorry Muriel,' he said in almost a whisper. `I tried.'

     `But it still puts you on the list along with the rest of us between
dinner and midnight,' I said, twisting in the knife.

     `I know dammit, but it's not me!' he retorted.

     `Nor me,' I said.

     `Me neither.'

     `Not me.'

     `I couldn't do such a thing.' Were cries coming from the others as it
went round the table. The consensus was that we were all innocent and that
the killer wasn't amongst us. If he or she wasn't, then who the hell was
murdering us one by one was the question being asked by all.

     As it couldn't be answered, we began to drift out of the saloon to
congregate on the after deck and spread ourselves out to get some
sunshine. The barrier between crew and guests had somehow disintegrated and
we were now mixing together as equals. Though if the truth be known, we
were all equal anyway, all being employed by Sir Tobias which then brought
up the question of how were we going to get paid. This thought provoked
enough argument to last the rest of the morning before someone suggested
lunch.

     It was a makeshift affair with all of us giving a hand in the galley
and made our own plates up and went through into the lounge to help
ourselves to drinks which someone said we take in lieu of pay. Afterwards,
I announced that I was going to my cabin for an afternoon nap and if the
killer wished to visit me, to be prepared for a fight.

     `You can't sleep alone!' Stella cried. `I'll come with you.' Which
were the exact words spoken by Stephen at the same time. There was a sudden
silence and then all began to laugh at both male and female wanting to
sleep with me at this time.

     `Thank you, thank you both, but I'll take my chances alone. I'm tired
and don't think I could handle either one of you. Now you all take care
this afternoon and see you at dinner.' I went down to my cabin and had a
shower and went to bed.

     It was hard to put things together that evening for during the
afternoon, some of them were in pairs and sometimes were alone. There was
such a mix up of pairings, keeping an eye on each other that by the end of
it, no one was any the wiser as to who could have committed the next
murder.

     The victim that afternoon was none other than our poor designer
Stephen.

     I was woken up by James and said that it was time I got up top for
drinks and dinner. I showered again and got dressed and went up to the
lounge and had a drink as others slowly came in until we were all there
except Stephen. As we'd all met together within ten minutes, it was another
uneasy ten minutes waiting for him to turn up.

     `That's it!' the captain said slamming his glass down on the
bar. `Everybody pair up and let's look for him and hope to God that we find
him alive.' Stella came straight over to me and Muriel moved alongside the
captain leaving James and Downes to make up the third pair and we set off
to find Stephen. The captain had given each pair a section to check and it
was for Stella and myself to check the guest cabins with the James and
Downes checking the crews quarters while Muriel and him checked the engine
room and stores.

     Even though I knew my cabin was clear, we still checked it as we did
hers and when we got to Stephen's cabin, she made me go in first. It was
empty and I checked the wardrobe while she looked in the bathroom and let
out one hell of a scream. She came out to me gibbering, her face as white
as a sheet and all she could do with one hand to her mouth was point at the
bathroom.

     I quickly went in and found the door heavy to open and found out why
for Stephen was hanging from the robe hooks, with, of all things, a ladies
stocking round his neck. I went back into the bedroom where Stella was
being sick on the carpet, so I went back into the bathroom and soaked a
towel and took it back for her. I wiped her face and helped her up from
where she was sitting on the bed and got her to the door just as the
captain and Muriel came, having heard the scream.

     `Take care of her,' I said to Muriel and passed her through the door
and beckoned the captain inside and pointed to the bathroom. He went in and
came back out with a white face as well. I was at that point going through
the dresser drawers and found the odd stocking and another pair along with
other items of female underwear and realised that Stephen had also been a
cross dresser. Alone in his cabin he would obviously dress himself up to be
the woman he liked to be in his relationships with other men.

     `I'll go get the others,' the captain said but didn't have to leave
the cabin for they turned up themselves. I left it to them to get Stephen
off the hook and carry him into the room and lay him down on the bed. He
looked so small now in death, naked as the day he was born. I found a spare
sheet in the wardrobe and covered him up.

     `We'll leave him here till the morning,' the captain said in a shaky
voice. `I really need a drink now.' The spoken word being echoed by the
other three of us and we went out and I closed the door and followed them
up to the lounge. Stella already had a brandy in her hand and Muriel too
had a drink to hand. At least some colour had come back to Stella's face
helped by the brandy no doubt.

     Well it helped me and the others when I poured them out. It was a
scratch meal that we had and during the eating, the captain had a few words
to say.

     `I hate to have to say this at this time but it has got to be said and
brought out into the open. One person at this table is a cold bloodied
murderer. There's no way it can be an outsider considering we're stuck here
moored off an uninhabited island.'

     We all looked at each other, beginning to lose our appetites as we
studied one another, hopefully seeing the sign tattooed on their forehead.

     `We are now four males and two females and I cannot rule out one sex
or the other, for all the deaths so far could have been done by either. Now
we can either sleep as pairs or alone, which I do not recommend. I for one
would rather have someone I can trust to sleep alongside of me. Muriel. I
trust you. Will you sleep with me tonight?' We all looked at her as she
blushed and nodded her head.

     `Daniel, will you sleep with me?' Stella was quick to ask.

     `With pleasure,' I smiled.

     `Well I'm not sleeping with Ralph,' James flatly stated. `He might be
the killer.'

     `So might you be,' Ralph retaliated. `As might Daniel and the
captain. I'd rather stay awake all night on my own.'

     `It could even be Muriel or Stella,' James countered. `If their night
partner wound up dead, you could be the next. Have you thought of that?'

     `This isn't going to get us anywhere,' I said, trying to diffuse what
could be a fist fight. `I'm trusting Stella as she trusts me and so we are
going to bed now and I'd advise anyone who might think of coming into our
cabin had better be ready for a fight.' I stood up and held out my hand to
Stella. `To hell with the washing up. Any survivors can do it in the
morning.'

     I virtually pulled her out of the lounge and down to my cabin. There
wasn't any shyness between us now as we got undressed and into bed where
she clung to me before I soothed her and when she had calmed down, we made
love.

     This time I went down on her and brought her to an orgasm by just
using my mouth, teeth and tongue, before falling back for her to take me
into her mouth. I came and she swallowed and we rested for nearly an hour,
stroking and fondling each other until we fucked in the proper fashion. At
least I was able to bring her up to have another orgasm before we fell
asleep.

                                                            *

     We were woken by the screams and pounding of our cabin door by Muriel
who fell in sobbing her heart out and I hastily pulled on a pair of shorts
and left her to be seen to by Stella as I ran down to Muriel's cabin where
I assumed she and the captain had spent the night, but it was empty. I shot
down to the crew's quarters and tried two cabins before I burst into that
of James who shot up with an alarmed and frightened look on his face.

    `Wha...wha...what's up?' he trembled as he spoke.

     `Which cabin is the captain's?' I asked quickly.

     `Last...last one on the left.' I left immediately hearing him cry out,
`what's happened?' I burst through his door and found it empty. `What's
going on?' Ralph called out, coming out of his cabin.

     `I don't know?' I said. `Muriel's in a state and I can't find the
captain.'

     `Have you looked up top?' James asked, now coming out of his cabin
wearing a pair of shorts.

     `Not yet. Let's go,' I said, leading the way from their quarters and
going up to the lounge. Empty. Into the saloon and there he was, slumped
across the table, his head lying in a pool of blood.

     `What the hell was he doing in here?' Ralph asked as we moved closer
and getting nearer, saw that his throat had been cut. Under his right hand
and partially saturated in blood was a list of all our names that he had
written, but that was all. No ticks or crosses or any other comments
against our five names which were in an alphabetical order.

     `Well it wasn't him doing the murders then,' said James, which was
rather an obvious conclusion that I think even Ralph had come to too. The
three of us looked at each other speculating, thinking, is it him or him?
For some unknown reason we were discounting the two girls left.

     `Shit!' said Ralph. `What do we do now?' and they both looked at me.

     `Hold on there. I've only been on this jaunt a couple of days and I've
seen what's happened to those in authority. I don't want it. If neither of
you want to make the decisions, get Muriel to take charge. She's been with
Tobias the longest.'

     It was a fatuous suggestion for she was in no way capable of taking
charge but I didn't want to take charge and so left it to them to who they
wanted to lead us. This only left Stella and I knew damn well that she
would then ask me what to do. But I still made the most obvious suggestion.

     `I think we'd better get the captain covered up and out to the island
along with Stephen.'

     `You're talking a bit callous aren't you?' asked James.

     `Maybe, but practical. That is unless you want the girls to come in
see him like this and then do what we will finish up doing anyway.?'

     `I suppose you're right,' he grumbled, not really realising that I was
taking charge as of now.

     `Find some tablecloths to wrap him in. Better use a few napkins for
his throat. I know Muriel's seen him like he is now, let's not make it
worse by letting her see his blood dripping all over the lounge when we
take him through.'

     Tablecloths were brought out of a cupboard and spread out on the
carpeted deck and we eased the captain's body down and they left it to me
to wrap the napkins round his throat and head before we rolled him up like
a mummy.

     `I'll clean the table later,' James said in a shaky voice.

     `The question is,' I was asking as I knelt down by the body, `what was
he doing up here on his own?'

     `Trying to work out who the killer was it appears. Look at what he had
written,' Ralph said as he picked up the blood smeared piece of paper. `All
our names are on it.'

     `But he should have stayed with Muriel,' I said. `I was with
Stella. Were you two together?' Both men looked at each other and I knew
that they hadn't been.

     `I locked my cabin door and stayed in there all night,' said James.

     `I did the same,' said Ralph, both looking at each other before
looking back at me.

     `I didn't leave it,' said James in an almost plaintive voice. `I swear
it.'

     `Neither did I,' said Ralph.

     `Well someone did,' muttered James, casting a sideways glance at Ralph
who didn't notice the look.

     Between us, we lifted up the body of the captain and carried him out
of the saloon, through the lounge where the two girls were sitting, very
soberly, watching as we went out onto the deck. We left our burden at the
top of the gangway and went back down below to collect the body of
Stephen. Only he was covered with sheets and we carried him right down and
got him into the dinghy and then put the captain down next to him.

     `I'm getting sick of this,' Ralph said as we slowly motored to the
beach.

     `You're sick of it!' I bristled. `I've had to handle every one of
them, you haven't! Let's just hope that you're not the next one to be
carried to the beach this way.'

     `He won't be if he's the killer,' James said with a certain malicious
edge to his voice.

     `It's not me!' Ralph almost shouted. `I can't stand much more of
this.' His voice faltering at the end and I could see that he was almost in
tears. `I'm frightened! Not just frightened but absolutely terrified,' he
said with a dry sob and only just managed to control himself from bursting
out into tears.

     The dinghy gently shelved itself onto the beach and we got out and
began the task of hauling the bodies up the beach and then start digging
another hole. We did the same as the last time by digging one to a
reasonable depth before putting the captain in it and using the sand from
digging the other grave to fill his.

     I was getting rather tired of this and moved slower that I had with
previous graves and they had no heart for the job either. So it was nearly
two hours before the spade was thrown to one side and two more branches
stuck into the ground.

     `Do we say a prayer or something?' James asked.

     `Piss off!' said Ralph moving off back to the dinghy. `I'm out of
saying prayers for the dead. My prayers are for the living and that I can
stay alive till we get away from this bloody island.'

     I didn't say anything but followed him and helped push the dinghy back
into the light surf and got in with James following me and Ralph jumped in
last and started the engine and guided us back to the yacht.

     The two girls were up by the rail watching us come to the gangway and
I was the first one up and had Stella throw her arms round me and got a
surprise by having Muriel do the same.

     I took both of them into the lounge for I needed a drink and the other
two followed a few minutes later James and, I had to think twice for
Downes' christian name. Well being so few of us it would appear better if
we were all on first name terms. Ralph, that was it, and made a point of
pouring both him and James a drink as they entered the lounge.

     The girls started off on small talk, skirting the problem that faced
us and though I tried to steer the conversation round to the subject that
was uppermost in our minds, they wouldn't have it and kept reverting back
to mundane, inane chatter.

     As nobody seemed to want lunch, we continued drinking through the
afternoon but I finally got up and said I was going to get some food and if
anyone else wanted anything, they'd better move and get it themselves for I
wasn't prepared to do it on my own. James got up, swaying a bit and
followed me into the galley. I went to the big fridge there and got out the
makings for a sandwich. James watched me, taking a large gulp from his
drink and I knew that he was plucking up some courage to say what was on
his mind and I wasn't wrong.

     `Daniel,' it was the first time he'd called me by my first
name. `I... I don't really know how to say this,' he began, looking down
into his glass as if looking for more courage. `I...well, I'm not, er,
wasn't in the same league as Stephen, but I have, twice, slept with another
man, and...and, well, if Stella would sleep with Muriel tonight, could I
sleep with you?'

     He then threw the rest of his drink down his throat, his face quite
red at finally admitting that he had a gay tendency.

     I didn't answer straight away as I made my sandwich thinking that the
suggestion was good in the fact that I doubted that Muriel would have
shared her cabin with another man seeing as the captain had now been
murdered. It also told me that he had the idea that Ralph could possibly be
the murderer. Seeing that I wasn't or didn't appear to want to reply to
him, began again.

     `I...I think I would feel safer with you than with Ralph. I...I would
do whatever you want if you said yes. I...I have once been the er, woman,
er, once, and would be again for you if you would have me?' I then looked
into his eyes and saw that he was really begging and got the impression
that I was the lesser of two evils.

     `I thank you for your trust James, but my answer would really depend
on you getting Stella to spend the night with Muriel.'

     I smiled to show him that I wasn't averse to the idea he had
suggested. Relief flooded his face and he quickly went back into the lounge
and I saw he was at the bar again for another drink when I went in with my
sandwich. He'd also poured me another drink and gave it to me with a smile
and went and sat down next to Stella who was sitting next to Muriel, who,
it looked, as if she was already half pissed.

     I wasn't really concerned who I had in bed with me this coming night
for, well you know the saying, any port in a storm. The three of them
talked for several minutes and I saw that Ralph at the other end of the bar
was looking morose as he took small sips from his glass and wondered how he
would feel later when he found that he would be on his own for the night
whatever the other three decided.

     I got the answer without words for James turned from where he was
sitting and gave me a big smile, so the bedding arrangements had been
sorted out. It was only an hour later that I went over to Stella to confirm
that she would be sleeping with Muriel and I got a kiss from her when I
said that I was going to bed.

     I left the lounge and thought that they could tell Ralph if they
wanted to, of who was sleeping with whom or maybe they would just leave him
on his own at the bar.

     I'd only got inside my cabin and had taken off my shirt when there was
a timid knock at the door and James came in.

     `Thank you Daniel,' he said as soon as he closed the door. I shrugged
my shoulders and stripped off my shorts and went into the bathroom for my
shower. When I'd finished and dried myself, I walked back into the room
naked, my cock already half erect, to let him see what he was letting
himself in for and told him the shower was his as I got into bed. Ten
minutes later, he shyly came back and got into bed beside me, naked as I
was and he lived up to his promise.

     `Thank you Daniel for having me in your bed tonight,' he said.

     `I haven't had you yet,' I replied with a smile. `So you've only
played the role of being a woman once before?' I added softly.

     `Yes,' he answered in the same tone and I felt him give out a little
shiver when I placed his hand over my now fully erect cock.

     `What did you think of it? Acting as the female?'

     `I...I can't really say,' he stuttered. `I was rather drunk at the
time. I was ashore at a party and somehow I finished up in a bedroom with
another man and he soon had my cock out and was sucking on me. I think I
enjoyed that and I even went down and sucked on him for a few minutes as he
got his clothes off and the next thing I knew, I was naked too but now up
on my knees and having his big prick stuck up inside me.

     He...he wasn't as big as you are and I never felt him enter me, but I
think I enjoyed it. But Daniel, please be gentle with me.'

     `I will James, I will. We'll use some cream so as to make it a smooth
entry,' I said as I freed myself from his arms and got off the bed and went
into the bathroom and got a pot of cream to use. In the dim light of the
cabin, I could see that he was all of a tremble as he saw me now fully
erect, knowing that he was about to have this pushed up inside of him.

     I got back onto the bed and took him into my arms and kissed him,
telling him that I would be gentle and he was to roll over and go onto his
knees and make himself relaxed. Now with him only having had this done once
before to him, decided to go bareback and get the best out of this fucking
of an almost tyro.

     With a tentative and inexpert kiss, he moved and got up into the
desired position.

     `The secret is to relax James. Now I'm going to put some cream on you
and it will feel a bit on the cold side, but above all relax,' I said as I
got up behind him, seeing his pale bum cheeks that I would soon be
parting. I put a blob of cream on the head of my cock and another at the
entrance to his body, making him flinch at the touch.

     `Now relax,' I said in a soothing voice as I held his hip with my left
hand, my right holding my prick to put it in the right place. His body gave
out another tremor as I placed the head to the creamed area of his arsehole
and let my body weight keep it there as I put my right hand on his other
hip.

     `Now relax,' I said again and while I was saying this, pushed forwards
and felt the instinctive reaction of his muscle trying to stop me but he
was a fraction of a second too late for the head of my cock was halfway
inside him as he reacted. But I was in and my shaft smoothly moved with the
aid of the cream, and I was fully up inside his backside.

     `Christ!' he gasped, letting out his pent up breath. `It hurt a little
but I can now feel you throbbing away there.'

     `Well enjoy it as I will,' I said as I began to move and fuck him. And
fuck him I did, thoroughly enjoying his gasps at what I knew was the
pleasure he was also getting from being reamed by a cock of my size. It was
lovely to once again fuck a man up the arse while being bareback,
remembering my last partner that I used to fuck in this way.

     I kept up a steady rhythm in the moving of my hips backwards and
forwards, making my cock slide in and out of his backside, loving the
tightness as compared to a woman. But, pleasure such as this never lasts
and soon I was gripping him tight, pulling him back onto me as I neared my
peak. My balls swinging freely and smacking him on the thighs as I built up
to ramming speed and came inside him.

     `I can feel it!' he cried out. `I can feel you shooting it inside me,'
and now it was him that was moving himself backwards onto me.

  `Oh Christ! I'm even coming myself.'

     Now this was something that my late partner could also do, have his
emission while I was giving him mine because of actually feeling me come
inside of him. I came to a panting full stop, feeling him squeeze my cock
with his muscle as drops of sweat from my forehead fell onto his back. I
think he was panting too and gave out a little cry as I pulled out of him
for him to fall forward onto the bed as I got off. I went into the bathroom
and ran the tap of the basin and washed my still hard prick. I then put a
cloth under the running water and wrung it out and went back into the
bedroom and gently wiped the rear end of James before throwing it to one
side and getting onto the bed alongside him as he rolled up and back into
me as I settled down.

     `Oh Daniel, that was wonderful. I didn't realise that it could be as
wonderful an experience as that,' and he gave me a full and passionate kiss
on the lips, his arms round my neck, pulling me tight to him. It took a
little time to calm him down, his fears of the past couple of days well in
the back of his mind.

     `Will you suck on me if I suck on you,' he asked after a while of his
kissing me. No doubt he now wanted to experience a full homosexual
encounter now having been properly fucked, and being sober I might add.

     `Of course,' I said, giving him another hug, `but be easy in using the
teeth. Just copy me,' and so a few minutes later, we were top to tail and I
had his cock in my mouth and mine in his.

     His inexperience showed and he just copied all that I did in the art
of fellatio, us both being able to take the whole prick into our mouths at
the beginning until we really started to get aroused. This led us back to
the start of having me fuck him again before we finally went to sleep.

     My last thought before going to sleep that he, James, would have been
an excellent new partner for me, but sadly, it was not to be.

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