Kane; The Early Years

A gay story: Kane; The Early Years The Present Time

I came awake feeling that I was in a bed but didn’t recognise the ceiling above me so wondered just where the hell was I? I turned my head to the right and gave out a groan at the movement and saw Tracey asleep in a chair quite close to me. That he was asleep was made known by the gentle snoring and the odd facial twitch probably caused by some sort of dream. It must have been a good one for his face had a gentle smile on it.

I tried to speak his name but my mouth was so dry that all that came out was some kind of croak. But it was enough for Tracey to open his eyes that suddenly came alight when he saw that I was awake.

‘Marcus!’ he cried, getting up and came over and kissed me on the lips. ‘God be praised. We didn’t know when you were going to wake up.’ He raised his arm past my head and must have pushed a button or something, for almost immediately a nurse came into the room.

‘Welcome back,’ she said coming over to me and I tried again to speak but again, just a croak came out of my mouth. ‘You must be thirsty,’ and I heard water being poured into a glass and her hand came under my head and lifted it so that I could get my lips up to the rim of the glass without spilling the lovely fluid.

What bliss to have it wash the fur from my tongue as I took it in and after moving the mouthful round in there, swallowed it. She let me take another couple of mouthfuls before pulling the glass away and letting my head down gently onto the pillow. I had to cough to get my vocal cords in action before I could speak.

‘Where am I?’ I asked.

‘In hospital. You took a nasty crack on the head from a cricket bat,’ she said.

‘Is the bat alright or is it in hospital too?’ I asked, trying to grin. I heard Tracey give out a laugh as he came round the other side of the bed and took hold of my hand as the nurse gave a smile at my feeble joke.

‘The bat has got a dent in it and gave you a huge lump on your head, but it survived,’ Tracey said, giving my hand a squeeze.

‘Who won?’

‘The bat. It knocked you for a six, though you didn’t reach the boundary,’ he said with a laugh.

‘The game I meant,’ I said with a chuckle.

‘I don’t know. I came with you in the ambulance,’ he said.

‘How long have I been out?’

‘About twenty four hours,’ he said, looking up at a clock on the wall which I just noticed.

‘Well as he’s come round now,’ the nurse said. ‘I’ll go and tell the doctor so he can give you a check over. I’ll leave you with Miss Tracey,’ and she left the room. The reason for her using the title of Miss for Tracey was because he was dressed up as I’ve always known him, that being in a dress and a picture of loveliness that I couldn’t get over the fact that he was indeed a male in this attire.

More than that, he was my partner in all senses of the word for we have even been married by a vicar that had been prepared to join two males in matrimony. But then you should know this from the previous three books that have been written about us. What with me suffering from amnesia due to a gunshot wound to the head and having Tracey take good care of me.

Amnesia!

It was gone! I could now remember everything! A bullet took my memory away and now a cricket bat has given it back to me. I was told that it was likely that it would return, but more just bits at a time, though I didn’t think that they meant me to be hit round the head with a bat to bring it all back.

‘I’m glad you’re awake now darling,’ Tracey said squeezing my hand again. ‘I can’t wait to get you home again,’ and his smile caused my cock to start to rise up at what we would do when we got there. He leaned over and gave me another kiss, much longer this time and his free hand went down and stroked my front.

He broke the kiss with a chuckle. ‘I can feel that you want to get home too. Oh darling! Tell them that you are okay so that we can go to bed and let us show just how much we love each other.’

‘I can’t wait Tracey,’ I said but couldn’t say anymore for the door to the room opened and Tracey quickly pulled his hand away from my front as the doctor came in.

‘Well Mr. Kane. You’re back with us so let me check you over to see if we can let you leave,’ he said.

It was a quick check of my head before looking into my eyes and making the eyeballs move about to follow his waving finger as well as quite a few questions to which I gave coherent answers. He was satisfied and agreed with Tracey that I could now be allowed to leave the hospital. I thanked the doctor and asked him to pass on my thanks to all the others that had looked after me.

After he’d gone, I got out of bed and had Tracey help me put on my clothes. Just him doing this caused me to rise up to a full erection and couldn’t stop him from going down and giving me a quick suck before squashing it inside my underpants.

Fully dressed, we left the room and went down to the reception desk to let them know that my room was now vacant and asked if they could phone for a taxi as I thanked them there for what they had done for me. It was only as we were leaving that I saw my reflection in the glass doors and saw that I had a gauze patch on the left side of my head, the same side that the bullet had ploughed through to cause my amnesia. Maybe that’s why at being hit hard on that side caused my memory to come back to me.

We were only in the taxi for about fifteen minutes before pulling up outside my home. That being an apartment, one of six in the building that I happened to own. Not only that one but the next three along too.

‘Welcome home sir,’ I was greeted by my old sergeant from my army days who was now the caretaker of my building, his name being Charlie Feathers. ‘In the wars again.’

In the wars! Over the past three months, we, that means him and my old squad, had three battles and came out victorious without losing a single man of our side.

‘There’s a lot of mail here for you,’ he said, passing over a bundle of letters. ‘Mostly get well cards I think.’ Which they were indeed, mostly from the two cricket teams. This had been our yearly event, two teams from the Foreign Office playing each other. It was a couple of days before I found out that we had lost this year.

‘Come darling and let’s get you to bed,’ Tracey said and I got a grin from Charlie. He knew that Tracey was indeed a male in spite of the dress and had know from the first time that I brought Tracey home for he had grown up in the same part of Whitechapel as Tracey and knew straight away what the score was. He alone of the squad knew this fact and had even been at our wedding to have the honour,(doubtful) of giving Tracey away. Spencer, the head of Intelligence at the Foreign office knew, well he had to be told of my liaison with Tracey and about a dozen other people knew too. Spencer had been the only one to remark that I was in a homosexual relationship but he had to put up with it for I only really worked for him on a voluntary basis.

I returned Charlie’s smile with a sickly one with him knowing that being taken to bed meant that I would shortly be fucking Tracey. So up we went and I wasn’t wrong with my being pulled straight through to the bedroom where my clothes were quickly taken off and told to get on the bed. Now it was showtime as Tracey slowly slipped the straps of the dress of his shoulders to let it fall to the floor for me to see him in the women’s underwear that he wore. This always turned me on and he could see that I wanted him by having a massive erection lying up on my stomach.

The only incongruous part of this display was seeing his male organ jutting out that swayed as he moved towards the bed and bounced as he climbed on. It was only this that distinguished him from looking like a female for his features were perfect along with his hair style and immaculate make-up.

‘Two whole days I’ve been without this,’ he said licking his lips as he moved in between my legs and took hold of my erection, and without further ado, took the head of it into his mouth.

God, I was in heaven again! Well one of two for I also loved being behind him too as we made love in our fashion. The heat and the moving of his tongue was great as his lips pushed the foreskin right down for him to tickle the G string making me give out a groan at his expertise in fellatio.

‘Enough of this,’ he said a few moments later, lifting his head up, releasing the head of my cock to the cool air. ‘As much as I like sucking on this wonderful tool and taking what comes out of it, I’d rather have it up inside me first.’ His eyes were shining as he then licked his lips before moving up the bed to lay on top of me as he reached over to the bedside table to get a condom out of the drawer, squashing my throbbing piece at the same time.

I gave out a grunt as he moved off and ripped open the packet and got the condom out and expertly rolled it down over my erection.

‘Now fuck me Marcus and show me that you love me,’ he said as he moved for me to roll over and get up onto my knees. He then positioned himself in the centre of the bed on his knees for me to move round and get behind him by shuffling and moving up between his spread legs. The firm rounded cheeks of his bum was a sight that I never got tired of seeing. The perfect symmetry, like a peach with the cleft in the middle that was framed by the suspender belt and the two straps that slid to the sides, holding up his stockings. They were firm to the touch as I stroked them and then bending my head, gave each half a kiss before parting them with my thumbs as I straightened up, seeing the target that my throbbing cock was about to enter.

It was another thrill to be holding his hips as I watched the covered head of my cock slowly begin to widen him as it got compressed as I slowly pushed myself into him. Seeing it slowly start to disappear inside him to be followed by the rest of the shaft until it was out of sight and my thighs were then tight up to those lovely cheeks.

He gave out a big sigh when I was fully inside, feeling not only the inner heat of his body, but having his muscle there, constantly flexing itself and making my cock twitch.

‘What bliss,’ he said as I began to move myself backwards and forwards, loving the tightness of his backside as I fucked him. But like always, the pleasure was short lived for I was soon holding his hips tighter as I now began to really ram myself up into him, pulling him back onto me as I started to send my seed up into the condom. I was grunting and he was crooning as I came, jerking my hips quite a few times to rid myself of the build-up of semen that had accumulated in my balls.

I found I was panting heavily as I came to a stop, leaning over his rear end, feeling him still flexing his muscle around the shaft that throbbed away inside him.

‘You lovely man,’ he crooned as he now compressed the cheeks of his bum, so much so, that when I pulled out of him, he managed to pull the condom off at the same time. In spite of this, he was quick to turn round as I sat back on my heels, breathing heavily as he bent down and took my still upstanding cock into his mouth. The head only which was still covered in some of my sperm which he sucked off and squeezed the lower end of the shaft to try and suck out any residue that remained inside.

With me sucked dry, he licked the bare head again before giving it a final kiss before rising up and pulling me into his arms for us to kiss. This was with open mouth so that our tongues could touch and caress the other and I could feel that he still had his erection that I knew he would now like to use on me. I wasn’t wrong, for as he broke off our kissing, he quickly pulled out the condom from his backside and dropped it on the floor before getting a fresh one from the drawer and rolling it down over his, I must say, smaller penis than I sported when erect.

Small it may be, but I still liked it when he was behind me and pushing it up into my backside which he then proceeded to do.

‘I’m glad that you like this as much as I do,’ he grunted as he moved himself in and out of me, smoothing out the kinks in my back passage. Which was true for I did like receiving a hard cock as well as fucking the tightness of his rear end, and said so. ‘And I love you for it,’ he said now starting to move faster as he began to come inside me. His hands holding me tight as he jerked his hips up tight to the cheeks of my bum as he did so till he couldn’t send any more up into the condom before leaning over my back, panting as I had done.

I gave out a little cry as I felt him pulling himself free from the tight hole he’d just fucked, mind you, he always did the same when I pulled out of him. Though he still had the condom on when he sat back on his heels as I got some tissues and pulled it off for me to then suck out any residue of sperm as well as licking him clean when he was empty.

We kissed again as we slowly subsided down onto the bed, holding each other tight, both of us having fucked each other in our love for one another.

‘Do you know,’ I began when we’d finished kissing and had our heads close together on the pillow. ‘With getting that bang on the head, my memory has come back.’

‘It has?’ he cried, almost sitting up and giving me another kiss. ‘I’m so glad for you. Now you can tell me all about yourself.’ So we settled down and I began to tell him what I couldn’t do before.

The Past

I was born into a wealthy family near Woodstock and quite close to Blenheim Palace. It was one of my great, great, grandfather’s that built up our fortune with his close relationship to the Duke of Marlborough who secured him a position with Wellington in the Peninsular War.

He wasn’t above larceny for he brought back quite a haul of booty which went towards buying four mansions in Great Pye Street, just off Whitehall at a later date by another of these grandfather’s. These we still have though I did sell off our place in Oxfordshire not so long ago.

It was my great grandfather that turfed everybody out of the mansions and after the First World War, converted them into apartments, six in each which were then rented out. It was through family connections that he, after this war, became attached to the Foreign Office because of his efforts during said war, gathering intelligence. He became one of the controllers during the Second World War and was knighted for his efforts in the conflict.

My father was born in 1935 and so missed out serving in the army in this war, but followed his father’s footsteps by getting a post in the Foreign office after doing his military service. I was born in 1975 at our place in Oxfordshire, but it was because of having me that my mother died shortly after giving me birth.

In spite of this, I was still well looked after by a nanny as well as us having some servants about the place to see to all our needs, though father did spend a lot of time in London. Even at that date, I was still strictly controlled in all manner of things and even had a private tutor from the age of four, and he was with me till I was eleven. That was when I went out into the world by mixing with other children at a school in Oxford.

Fortunately, while at home before this, I did mix with the children of some of the workers on our estate and soon learnt how to defend myself when it came to any altercations which stood me in good stead when I mixed with others in Oxford. That I was prepared to fight and defend myself, I was soon left alone from any bullying.

Thanks to my tutor, I was well ahead of the rest of my schoolmates there and always came top of my class for the four years I was there. This led me to moving into one of the colleges at the age of fifteen where I had my first experience of male sex. Though it wasn’t to the full extent that I now knew as it was more on the lines of mutual masturbation though we did get round to having oral sex. This I came to like having an erect cock to suck on as well as having mine sucked and getting the real taste of another boy’s sperm. Full sex came later at university.

At college, following my father’s advice, I studied and learnt German, being taught by a teacher who came from Berlin. Also I had been told by him that if I also learnt Arabic it would stand me in good stead if I joined him at the Foreign Office. This I did go and study when I got to the university.

But my world was shattered when I was informed whilst still at the college that my father had died from a heart attack. My only relative for I didn’t have any sisters, brothers, aunts or uncles. In spite of this, there was a good turn out to his funeral, those from the local village as well as many colleagues from the Foreign Office. It was only afterwards did I learn from our solicitor just how much I had been left in terms of finance. But this had little effect on me at the time just having lost my father.

I had also been told after the funeral from some of his former colleagues that they looked forward to me joining them if my university studies were above standard. I promised that I would do my best whilst there but I wanted to give thought first to exactly what I wanted to do with my life before committing myself.

I came second in my class at college which was more than sufficient for me to apply for a place at the university. It was there that I met the South African, Pieter van Rieter who became my roommate. I was now eighteen years of age and had opted for Arabic and Military History as my majors, having now made up my mind to do my bit for the country by joining the army before going on to join the Foreign Office, for I really wanted to be in intelligence.

I was now about six foot in height and weighed just under ten stone with quite a bit of muscle from the exercising I used to do at college and was pleased to see that Pieter was around the same as me. We played rugby and cricket together and had a great time that improved even more after one night at a party that we had attended.

Though I had now regained my memory from my amnesia, there are certain things that the memory fails to hold like to whose party we went that particular night. This I cannot remember, nor who started what happened between us either so it must have been just something that we both wanted.

When the party started to break up, we left and staggered our way back onto the campus and up to the room we shared. I think in our drunken state, that we both fell over as we undressed, laughing uncontrollable as we finally got the last remnants off before sitting on one of the beds.

Now neither of us know who turned to who first, but we had turned and took each other into our arms and kissed as we fell backwards without breaking lip contact. Again, neither of us knew whose hand first touched the erection of the other, but hold them we did, quite firmly and started to move the silken skin up and down over the solid flesh beneath.

Not a word was spoken as we moved on the bed into an upside down position to the other so that we both faced the erect cock of the other and quickly took the head of that cock into our mouths to suck on. As drunk as I was, I can still remember having his cock in my mouth, using my tongue to rove over the bare flesh after having pushed the foreskin right back. It was with joy and gusto at doing this for I was having the same thing done to mine as we tongued and sucked at our respective cocks and moved our hands that bit faster as we approached our peaks.

It seemed like a flood of semen that erupted into my mouth and had to close my gullet to keep it there for me to savour the taste of this South African. I almost gurgled in the pleasure I got of shooting my load into his mouth as it was to receive his.

After swallowing and licking the opposite head clean, one of us turned round so that we could hold each other and kiss. It had been a couple of years since I had last done this to another boy and really enjoyed what we had just done.

That was just the start of our sexual relationship, for the following night after a day of haze from our hangovers, we both agreed that we had enjoyed the night before and both wanted a repeat performance while being sober. So after undressing, we went into a clinch and kissed before breaking off to get on one of the beds. Here we once again, being sober this time and knowing precisely what we were doing, took each other’s cock head into our mouths and sucked and played with the erect organ until we gave each other the emission that we had no control over.

No words of love were mentioned in our doing of this to each other unlike Tracey who is more of a female than a male. Though to be fair, I did really come to love Tracey whereas Pieter was just a means to an end in getting the sexual release that we both needed.

We did this every night from then on for over a month of sucking on each other’s cock and taking in the emission of semen and swallowing it before he asked if I would use my big cock, his words, not mine, in fucking him with it.

Now it was something that I had wanted to ask him if he would let me do this, but had held back for I knew that if I did ask and he agreed, then he would expect to be able to do the same to me. Well I was once again back in that same position for if I agreed to fuck him he would want to fuck me in return. But such was the pleasure we got out of our sucking of each other, maybe, just maybe, I would like to get that too. So I agreed.

With a big smile on his face, he turned round on the bed and rose up onto his knees, presenting me with the sight of his bum cheeks high up just waiting for me to part them and shove my cock up his backside. I didn’t hesitate. I was soon between his legs and parted those cheeks and placed the head of my uncovered cock to his rear entrance and pushed forward.

God was it tight! The head of my cock was squeezed as it widened the entrance to his body and he gave out a cry as I enlarged it until it slipped in with the rest of the shaft following until my thighs were tight up to the cheeks of his bum and could go no further.

He then surprised me by gurgling as he flexed his internal muscle making my cock twitch inside that incredible heat that was now surrounding my cock. But what the fuck. A fuck was a fuck so I then fucked this great hulk of a man and thoroughly enjoyed it, coming with some vigour, shooting my sperm deep up into him, having him cry out that he felt my coming hit his insides.

Too soon I was holding his hips more firmly as I rammed myself up tight to his cheeks as I jerked away, glorying in this being my first fuck of either man or woman. I hadn’t realised at how exerting this was as I leaned over his back when I’d finished shooting out my load, panting heavily and having drops of sweat falling off my forehead and landing on his lower back.

It took quite some effort to straighten up and begin to pull out of him, hearing his groaning as he felt me sliding out and I couldn’t help but see that orifice I’d just fucked, at how large it was and saw it slowly begin to pucker up in its closing. It had been a surprise to see just how big the end of my cock was to make a hole that big in circumference.

Now having fucked him without using a condom, I had to get off the bed and go and wash myself thoroughly by just having been in a shit pit. He was all smiles when I returned from our bathroom and held his arms open into which I went and got a lot of kisses from him.

‘That was just fucking great man!’ he cried after this multitude of kisses he gave me. ‘You’ll enjoy it as much as I did.’ Now this was the part that was worrying me. Would I like it as much as he had by having an erect cock shoved up my arse? But the proof of the pudding…….

So with a sickly smile I got onto the bed in the same position that he had been in, up on my knees with my naked bum in the air. Well if he enjoyed it, maybe I would too, and I did, much to my surprise. The entry was a bit painful but once inside, God, didn’t all my internal nerves come into play. Vibrating in time to the throbbing that I felt from his cock when it was fully up inside me. I even began to drool at the wonderful sensations that he was creating by his moving of that magnificent tool inside my back passage. I kept flexing my muscle there just to feel the twitch of his cock that I got in response and really loved the way that it slid so smoothly up and down inside me.

And when he came, his hands were holding my hips tight as he really tried to force more of his cock inside me as I felt the first of his coming hit my insides making me drool even more as another few more spurts I felt until he came to a stop, his cock still throbbing inside me. I could hear his heavy breathing as he leaned over my rear end and only hoped that he would stay there longer than I had inside him. But he didn’t, and I couldn’t help but give out a cry of dismay as I felt him pulling out and fell forward onto the bed when he was free to get off and go to wash himself.

I now knew that sex in all its form was great and would do it again and again as long as his cock was up and hard, whether it be in my mouth or up my backside, I wanted his rampant cock. This then was my initiation into homosexuality, and I loved it!

So for the next three years we were either sucking or fucking each other, though there were some nights when it was close to our exams that we missed out by being too tired to raise anything up. We spent those last few weeks of our stay there in cramming for our exams getting or rather only having the energy for a kiss and cuddle before sleeping.

It wasn’t until we’d finished with our exams did we begin again in our sucking and fucking of each other every night and really went to town when the results were known. I finished up with three straight A’s whereas Pieter got two A’s and a B plus, which was enough for him to be able to get a job that he hankered after, and that was in his Foreign Office in South Africa.

It was with much crying that we sucked and fucked each other in our last night together at the university, promising to keep in touch even though we would be miles apart. That first night at my empty home was a miserable one being so alone after having somebody to sleep with.

Back to the Present

‘So that first night in the hotel in Berlin wasn’t your first experience of male sex in its fullest meaning then,’ Tracey said, still stroking my penis which was now up and hard.

‘Obviously not,’ I grinned at him.

‘Having me twice and not knowing in the morning that you had,’ he smiled back at me. ‘But it was wonderful and knew then that you were the man for me. As well as this,’ he said, wagging my erection at me. ‘God, I love this weapon of yours,’ holding it tightly as he went and turned round on the bed and took the head into his hot mouth. I gave out a groan as he pushed the foreskin down and began to use his tongue to move over the bare flesh that he’d exposed. With him now sucking on the head of my erect cock, I had his smaller version right in front of my eyes and took hold of it and blew into the eye to make him give out a shudder before I took him into my mouth to give him the same pleasure that he was giving me.

It was quite erotic when he released the head and began to nibble away all down the shaft till he reached my scrotum and then took my balls inside and began to move them about in his mouth. A delicate task and one that I enjoyed feeling them being moved about in their sac with his tongue. He gave out a gurgle when I did the same to him, sucking one at a time before taking both into my mouth to tease him in the same way. It still amazed me that his small balls could produce so much sperm and it was now what I wanted to taste before swallowing, so I changed venues and took the head of his cock back into my mouth and began to use my hand on him to make him come.

With me firmly holding his cock as I rubbed it up and down, he knew what I wanted and wanted to have me come at the same time, so changed his position and was now doing the same to me. With us both sucking away on our cock heads whilst moving the soft flesh up and down over the strong and hard muscle beneath, soon reached our peak and both erupted at the same time.

As I’ve said, it was a copious amount that came up from his balls to fill my mouth that seemed too much to be able to hold there until he finished jerking his hips. The cheeks of his mouth must have been bulging with the amount that seemed to have shot out of my erect cock but he didn’t stop sucking and felt that extra pull as he swallowed what I had given him. I then swallowed his, loving to feel it slide down my throat, keeping a little back for my taste buds to savour. Of our three positions in having sex, this in some ways was more satisfying because of being able to taste his essence as well as smell his body odour in this position, neither of which you could get when fucking him or having him fuck me.

With the swallowing of the seed being done, it was then the cleaning up process of licking all round the head of the exposed flesh while easing the foreskin back and giving the head a finally kiss before moving back into each other’s arms to embrace and kiss, and we sometimes would pass over some semen that we had held back.

It had surprised me in that hotel in Berlin when he had first done this to me and nearly choked on it, not knowing then that I too was a true homosexual at the time what with my loss of memory, but now enjoyed this form of after play.

After many kisses we finally lay our heads back on the pillow as he hugged me, telling me how happy he was at now being married to me and being called Mrs Kane.

‘It had always been a dream of mine to have a white wedding even though I was a male, but feeling that I was really a woman, it was the ultimate dream. Though the real ultimate was having a man like you being in love with me. My knight in shining armour with a sword that I was only too happy to be stabbed with, in the right places,’ he giggled.

‘And I like both places that I can put my sword into,’ I said returning his hug. ‘But tell me now what happened at the cricket match for I can’t really remember what happened.’

‘Well I don’t know who won the toss but the other side went into bat and your lot were fielding. You were keeping wicket and was doing quite well. You caught one man out and stumped another. It was their sixth man that caught you out. The ball that the bowler had sent down bounced up to chest level of the batsman who took a mighty swing at it, hoping I think, to hit it for a six, but missed it. You must have had your eye on the ball for you caught it but didn’t see that the batsman, in taking his chance of hitting, had swung right round almost losing his balance. The bat came round and caught you high on the head knocking you arse over tit. You went down like a sack of potatoes, out like a light.

With you not moving, the other players rushed up and tried to revive you but failed. So you were lifted up and carried off the pitch. Somebody, I don’t know who, seeing this, you being carried off, had phoned for an ambulance that took at least twenty minutes to turn up. Everybody was really concerned with you not waking up and fussed around trying to bring you round.

They gave up when the medics arrived who immediately got you onto a stretcher and put you in the ambulance. I got in too and off we went to the hospital. They wouldn’t let me into the room they took you to check you over though I know they gave you a head scan and let me know that it wasn’t fractured and that you could come round at anytime.

I was almost frantic up until then, hoping that you hadn’t been seriously injured, tearing a handkerchief to pieces as I chewed on it when not wiping my eyes clear of tears.’ I gave his hand a squeeze at this. ‘So I stayed there till you came round even though they had wanted me to go home. Now carrying on with telling me your early life. You had left the university and had gone to an empty house.’

Back to the Past

After two days, I was getting myself into such a state that I had to get out and meet people. Anybody, as long as it was somebody to talk to, and maybe I would find another male to help relieve me with sex in any form.

I then remembered the promise made to me about getting into the Foreign Office where I would like to be attached to the section of Intelligence. I made contact with Arnold Stanner, an old colleague of my father who was only too happy to help me. We met in London and over lunch, told him what I wanted as a career, what with me getting an A in military history, I wanted to be in military intelligence. So he arranged for me to enter the army and got sent off to an O.T.C., officers’ training corps.

With me entering from being a civilian, I had to go through all what men did when joining the army and that was training in all the aspects that a raw recruit went through. Marching, with and without field pack. Standing at attention, at ease, saluting, the handling of a rifle with all its positions. The stripping down and cleaning of all types of weapons and the use of them out on a range as well as being used in close combat. There’s too much to go into detail with but I got through that phase and then began the training of being an officer. What with me being fluent in both German and Arabic, I was also trained in the techniques used in interrogation be it civilian or a captured terrorist, some of which were not in the Geneva Convention and really not the done thing for an Englishman to do. Fair play and all that. Bollocks. If you wanted to live, you did what you could to survive and if that meant kicking the shit out of an enemy to get to know what you are facing, you did just that.

As I was short listed for army intelligence, I also had to learn Morse code, how to operate a radio, deciphering codes and how to give out misleading information if ever captured. Again, there was too much to list them all, but I eventually passed out as a lieutenant.

Instead of returning to Oxfordshire, there was a vacant apartment in one of the mansions in Great Pye Street, and it was there that I now moved into. I had three weeks leave before I had my designated regiment to go and join, and so I spent some time with Arnold Stanner who went through what I should be looking for when I was sent abroad. This he told me would most likely be Iraq with me speaking Arabic. So spending several days with him, I would, in the evening, cruise around, spending quite a lot of time in the Army and Navy club in Pall Mall. It was here that I found a young naval officer who was the same as me in preferring male sex as opposed to having a woman.

With the place often frequented by single officers of all ranks, it didn’t take me long after speaking to quite a few of them that sub-lieutenant Arthur Benson was a homosexual. It was after the odd innuendo that I knew that we could get together, him being about the same age as myself and he readily accepted the offer to dine with me on our second meeting.

We dined that night in the club and accepted the offer to come to my apartment for drinks afterwards. He marvelled at the size of this and I made him feel comfortable with a drink and didn’t move as I sat down next to him of the sofa. When I say move, it was because on sitting down, our thighs were touching and if he had been a straight man, he would have broken this contact, but he didn’t.

Nor did he turn a hair when I said that I would like to kiss him and gave me a smile that showed he would be only too pleased to kiss and be kissed. Glasses were put down on the coffee table and we went into each other’s arms and we kissed. These were gentle at first, just the pressing of lips together before they parted and our tongues were used on each other.

Just this holding of another man and kissing raised me up to a full erection that I now knew I was going to be able to use it with him. With one hand feeling down at his crotch, I felt that he too was aroused and as I stroked the front of his trousers, he then did the same to me.

‘Shall we go bed?’ I whispered in between kisses, my hand now rubbing him with more pressure.

‘Yes Marcus,’ he breathed, ‘and you can see to me with what I can feel.’

‘I want it too,’ I replied, letting go of him and standing up, offering him my hand which he took to rise up from the sofa. Hand in hand, I led him into the main bedroom where we embraced again before taking our clothes off. Both of us when fully naked, looked at each other’s groin to see that we indeed wanted sex for our cocks were sticking out like flag poles. His, I noticed, was not as big as mine and he gave me a big smile as he saw what I had for him.

We got onto the bed and into a clinch, rubbing our cocks between us as we kissed and it was him that moved first in moving down the bed and taking hold of my cock, raised it upright and took the head into his mouth. It was hot and lovely to once again have my throbbing cock being seen to by a mouth and tongue being used in this fashion.

It was only a few erotic sucks he gave before releasing me to speak.

‘You do have condoms Marcus?’ he asked, licking his lips and giving me that smile of his. ‘For I want this up inside me.’

‘Of course Arthur,’ I replied, moving out of his grasp as I got two out of the bedside cabinet drawer, passing one down to him. He quickly tore open the wrapper and expertly rolled it down over my erection before smiling back at me as he moved up onto his knees in the middle of the bed.

With him in that position with his bum in the air, I moved behind him and shuffled my way up in between his open legs. He had a tanned body but with the cheeks of his bum a pure white, two halves of a peach was my thought as I used my thumbs to open this crease to see where I was able to put my throbbing piece of meat. With my left hand holding his hip, I used the other to guide myself to the entrance and felt him flinch as the covered head touched him. I held it there with my body pressure as I let go of myself to hold his other hip before leaning forward and felt myself start to widen his back passage.

He gave out a small cry as I stretched it enough for the head to slip in and then gave out a big sigh as he felt the rest of my shaft fill him till my thighs were up tight to the cheeks of his bum.

‘Christ!’ he gasped. ‘It’s the biggest I’ve ever had Marcus, and I love it.’

‘I love the tightness of you too,’ I said, loving to feel the heat of his inner body as well as having his muscle flexing itself round my throbbing cock. This made it twitch before I started to move myself backward and forwards, loving once again to have my cock where it was now. Thrilled to be using it in such a tight orifice and hearing him croon out at the pleasure he was getting with me having it there and massaging his inner canal.

But with it being my first foray into a foreign field for quite some time, I didn’t last as long as I would have wished and was soon holding his hips tight as I pumped my semen out into the condom. He was grunting at every forward ramming up into him and found that I was panting hard as I came to a stop, leaning over his rear end.

He gave out a cry as I pulled out of him and staggered to the bathroom to dispose of the condom before returning to be welcomed into his arms for a kiss.

‘What a man!’ he cried. ‘I’ve not had one such as you fuck me before like that.’ Was he playing with little boys then I thought? ‘It was simply lovely and I would like it again when you’ve got your strength back.’

‘Well you’re the tightest I’ve ever been in,’ I lied, ‘and would like to have you again, but now it’s your turn to please me,’ I said as I got the other condom off the bedside table and passed it over as I got onto my knees on the bed and watched him roll the condom down over his erection to then disappear behind me.

What a thrill it was to feel once again a nice cock head nuzzle the entrance to my rear end and push in to fill me with his throbbing cock and begin to soothe the itch that I had there. But like me, he must have been without another man for some time for he was soon pushing himself hard up to me as his cock throbbed away as his sperm began to fill the condom. It was a pleasure in being fucked again and gave out a little cry as I felt him pulling out and felt the cool air waft around my ring piece.

I quickly turned round and pulled off his condom with some tissues before going down and sucking on the head, getting a taste of the residue of his seed. I sucked and licked till he was clean before releasing him and pulling him down onto the bed for kisses from me this time for the pleasure he had given me.

It was an hour before we were both up hard again to fuck each other and another hour before we had oral sex together at the same time, after which, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

He stayed with me for the last three days of his leave with him cooking our meals for that was one department in which I was useless. It was one skill that I never did get to learn.

It was a tearful goodbye with him actually shedding tears as we kissed goodbye, promising to get together again whenever we met up again in the club. With Arthur’s leave over made me realise that I only had a couple of days left of mine before joining the North Surrey Regiment stationed just south of London. So I spent that time with Arnold Stanner in the Foreign Office and was there introduced to Spencer who was head of the intelligence department that saw to anything that could threaten our country from abroad. He spoke of what I should look out for when abroad and if it involved any sort of problems that could involve England, I was to let him know, giving me the means of contacting him. It was only a brief meeting but got to know him better at a later date.

I was nervous when I entered the gate to be saluted by the sergeant of the guard and after showing him my papers, was escorted to the commander’s office where I was greeted by the adjutant. I saluted him and he shook my hand and welcomed me to the regiment and then took me in to see the colonel.

He was just as affable and made me welcome and somewhat settled my nerves before I was shown to my quarters by a corporal and introduced to my batman. It was rather Spartan but comfortable and later introduced to my squad by Sergeant Feathers. I’ll name them all now for they were to help me later after we had all left the army. There was the sergeant, Charlie Feathers, corporals Jimmy Knowles and David Welsh and privates Colin Jones, Nobby Stiles, Mick Flanagan, Richard (Dick) Tyler, Mark Foster, Donald Fraser and Ronald Digby.

They proved to be a good bunch and we did rather well when we were out on manoeuvres being part of the 1st Regiment. They gelled as a unit and followed all my orders without question and was rather proud of them when we came out top in our war games.

It wasn’t long before we were sent out to support the American servicemen out in Iraq. What a dirty filthy place it was too. We camped just outside of Basra in the southernmost part of Iraq. It wasn’t long before we got involved in some serious fighting.

We were part of Operation Telic with most members of the Territorial Army and as it was approaching Christmas, it became a joke of the name of the operation in using the name as being “Tell everyone leave is cancelled”.

We’d had several skirmishes before we nearly got caught in an ambush and got surrounded, but with luck and good dispositions of the men, survived until others came up and joined us to beat them off. With them retreating, we followed them right up to a village just south of Amara and caught them with their pants down. I think it was pure luck that it was our squad attacked and captured the leaders of this group and amongst all the papers we found there, led me on to later being promoted.

Being able to read Arabic, these papers contained the name of the leader of the Baath Party, one Samir Abd Al-Aziz Al-Najim and of his headquarters in Baghdad. With this find, I reported to the Colonel and told him of my connections with Spencer and the Foreign Office and he then contacted London and was told to send me home with this immediately.

I quickly got my gear together and after telling the squad to behave themselves while I was away and not get killed, caught a plane back to England. The Foreign Office were delighted with this information and the outcome was that not long after, American paratroops were dropped in Operation White House and went and captured this leader. But before this happened, I was told to inform the Colonels in both Aldershot and Catterick of what I had learned as men from both camps would shortly be sent out there for we didn’t know at the time that it would be the Americans who would be sent in and not us.

I duly informed the Colonel at Aldershot and decided that I would get a car and driver from their car pool and be driven up to Catterick instead of making the tedious journey up north by train. That would be the next day and I dined in the officer’s mess that night and had the best meal I’d ever tasted whilst in the army so far.

After breakfast, I went to the car pool only to find that they didn’t have any spare drivers and it was just on the off chance that I wandered into the kitchens of our mess and asked the sergeant there if he knew of any man that could drive. It was here that I met Corporal Peter Sargeant who worked in the kitchen and later found out that it was him that had prepared the delicious Dover Sole that I had eaten the night before. Well he drove me up to Catterick and as I didn’t fancy sleeping in the officer’s quarters there, told him to stop at an hotel that was only a few miles away from the camp as it was now early evening.

When I asked for two rooms for the night, the clerk apologised at not having two but only one that could be shared if I wished.

‘You don’t mind doubling up do you Corporal, they’ve only got one room?’ I asked of Sargeant.

‘N…no sir,’ he stammered, and so we went up to the first floor and opened the door to our room and went inside.

‘I was right about doubling up,’ I said as I saw that it was a double bed and not two singles. I gave a silent chuckle and wondered what he would think of us being in bed together and I wondered about him for he was quite a pretty young man. ‘Just dump the bag and we’ll go and have dinner.’

I must say that meal was only just edible and nothing like what the corporal had cooked back at Aldershot. It was soon over and we went upstairs after ordering four gin and tonics to be delivered to our room which were quickly delivered. I drank half of one straight away before saying that I was for a shower. I couldn’t help but smile to myself when I saw him look at my tackle when I was fully naked and gave him a grin before going in for my shower.

‘Your turn now,’ I said, rubbing myself dry as I re-entered the room. ‘Don’t be bashful. I’ve seen many naked men before. He blushed rather nicely when he was naked, seeing that I too had looked at his groin and noted that he was much smaller than me in that department.

I was in bed and drinking my second one when he came in and quickly got into bed and drank his before we muttered our goodnights as I turned out the light. I don’t know what he was dreaming about half an hour later, for he rolled over onto his side, nestling himself up to my back and I could feel that he had an erection.

Mine started to rise up at feeling his and came fully erect when I felt his hand come over my thigh and take hold of it.

‘Corporal,’ I said, wanting to say more as the hand suddenly whipped away.

‘Wh…what…oh, oh sorry sir,’ he stuttered. ‘I…I was dreaming. Sorry sir. I must have been dreaming you were somebody else.’ I rolled onto my back and looked at his face in the dim light coming in from the window.

‘You’ve slept with another man then?’ I asked softly.

‘Ye…yes sir,’ he said in a low mutter.

‘Did you have sex with him?’ was the question I asked, my cock really throbbing now hoping for the right answer.

‘Ye…yes, I did.’

‘Was it him you were dreaming about?’ and he nodded and I gave his arm a stroke. ‘Would…would you like me to have sex with you thinking that it’s him?’

‘He’s nowhere as big as you,’ he said with a little laugh. ‘But I would like you to.’

‘I’ll be gently then,’ I said softly, now stroking his chest. ‘Have you any condoms?’

‘Two.’

‘Well get them for us both to use,’ and he gave me a shy smile before he got out of bed and got them before returning to the bed. He passed one over to me and I quickly rolled it down over my cock as he moved up onto his knees for me to get up behind him.

He gave out a cry as I pushed my covered cock up into his backside.

‘Christ! That hurt,’ he said as my thighs came up to his bum cheeks.

‘I’m sorry,’ I replied. ‘I’ll go a bit easy.’

‘No. No, it was just at the entry. It’s okay, really. It’s just that you really are a big man and I love it where it is now,’ he said, squeezing me with his inside muscle making my cock twitch inside him. So, being gentle, I slowly moved myself inside the heat of his body, loving the tightness of his backside. By taking my time and thinking of my job up in this part of England, I was able to last quite some time in my slow shafting of him.

Paraphrasing a quote I read somewhere, “Pleasure doesn’t last as long as misery,” and my pleasure was coming to an end. Coming being the operative word, for I was now holding his hips quite firmly as I kept pulling him back onto me as I rammed forward, sending my sperm shooting out into the condom. He was now grunting with every slap of my thighs and balls to the cheeks of his bum as I came until coming to a stop, panting quite heavily as I leaned over his back.

‘Lovely,’ he crooned as he used his muscle to squeeze me. ‘That’s the best yet.’ Then gave out a cry as he felt me pulling out of him and I knew exactly how he was feeling at having the hard cock that had given him pleasure being taken away. But out, I got off the bed and went and got rid of the condom down the toilet before returning to have him use his erection in the fucking of me. He still wasn’t sure of himself as I returned, holding the other condom in his hand.

‘Can….can I use this with you?’ he stammered, knowing that he was taking a risk in asking if he could fuck an officer even though he’d just been fucked by him.

‘Of course you can,’ I said, giving him a smile as I got back onto the bed. ‘We can’t let you have all the pleasure of being reamed, besides, I want it as much as you want to give it to me.’ He had a nice smile as he tore the wrapper open and quickly rolled the condom down over his erection as I moved up onto my knees. I’m sure he was saying some sort of prayer as he got behind me and in between my open legs, at having the permission to fuck an army officer.

What pleasure it was to have my hips held again and feel a hard cock being pushed up inside me. It slid in nicely and felt absolutely great at being filled once more by a throbbing male organ. His hands held me firmly as he tried to fuck me as slowly as he could, gently massaging my inner canal, but couldn’t restrain himself for long. Getting faster as he ploughed into me and soon had him holding me tight as he rammed himself up to my backside as he came.

He was grunting with every spurting out of his seed and I’m sure that the head of his cock expanded a little more with every emission but soon came to a stop, his breathing quite heavy as he leaned up against my rear.

‘That was great sir,’ he said, his cock still twitching away inside me. ‘A perfect ending to the day,’ and I gave out a little cry as I felt him pulling out. He staggered slightly on his way to the bathroom and not only did he had a pretty face to look at but a lovely bum too, which though with not long at having my cock in between those cheeks, wanted him again.

A smile came to his face when he returned to the bed to see me with another erection and I saw him lick his lips as he got on the bed and went straight down and took the head into his mouth. Now he wasn’t bad in his cocksucking and this was just as good as the fucking of him.

There wasn’t as much sperm as before, but he brought it up and out for him to taste and finally swallow without lifting his head off me as he sucked and swallowed, licking me clean afterwards and coming back up the bed, kissed me.

‘Oh, sorry sir. It was just impulsive at the pleasure,’ he said looking somewhat abashed.

‘You can be as impulsive as you like when in bed with me,’ I said with a smile, pulling him close and returning the kiss. This we did for quite some time before settling back in the bed to sleep.

I was the first awake and I think I surprised him by waking him up by having his morning erect cock in my mouth, sucking away as I rubbed my hand up and down the upstanding erection. He gave out a groan and stretched himself as I sucked away until I had his sperm erupt in mouth for me to now have a taste of him before swallowing it all.

He gave me a kiss when I moved back up the bed before he went down and did the same for me. He had a wide smile on his face when he’d finished sucking on me and came into my arms for a few more kisses before we finally got up and had a shower each as well as the other things you do in a bathroom.

We dressed and after a mediocre breakfast, got back in the car for those last few miles to the camp. I gave him some money to go and buy some condoms saying that as I’ll be in the camp all day, I’d booked us in for another night, and he smiled at that as well as me giving his thigh a stroke before we got to the camp. On showing my pass, we were allowed to enter with a salute from the guard and had Peter drive me to the Colonel’s office where I got out, telling him to pick me up at five o’clock.

In the office along with the adjutant, I told them of what I had found and seen in Iraq, pointing out the places on maps that they produced. We broke off for lunch which wasn’t a patch on what Aldershot turned out, and finished off the briefing during the afternoon.

Peter, corporal driver and bed mate at the time, was there with the car door open and I got in and he drove us out of the camp.

‘Horrible place,’ I said as we drove off towards our hotel. ‘I’m glad I’m not stationed there.’

‘Me too sir, though Aldershot’s not much better,’ he replied.

It wasn’t long before we were back in the hotel and as soon as we were in our room and I stripped off my clothes, feeling myself start to get hard at the thought of fucking him again.

‘I’m having a shower after being in that place, how about you?’

‘I had a good soak in the bath this afternoon,’ he said.

‘Well you can still get that uniform off for I’m randy as fuck,’ I said, now having a full erection and went for my shower.

He was lying on the bed naked with an erection when I returned and I saw packets of condoms on the side with a box of tissues and he had a condom in his hand and as I got to the bedside, he slipped off and onto his knees as he took the head of my erection into his mouth and gave me a few sucks before rolling the condom down over the head and down the shaft.

‘How many did you get?’ I asked as he got up and onto the bed on his knees.

‘A dozen sir,’ he replied as I got on the bed behind him and stroked the cheeks of his bum before parting them. He gave out a shiver as he felt the head of my cock touch the entrance to his rear.

‘Will we use all of them?’ I asked, slowly pressing myself forward.

‘I hope so sir.’

I gave out a sigh as I pushed myself fully inside to the tightness that was felt all round the head and shaft now up inside him. ‘This is lovely.’

‘That it is,’ he grunted as I was now in the fucking mode of moving back and forth in that heated channel that I was drilling and trying to get even deeper inside.

‘Just what I needed,’ I panted as I came to a full stop after having come inside him and now pulled myself out of that lovely aperture that I’d just fucked.

He gave out a whimper at my pulling out, ‘Me too,’ he said as he turned round and with some tissues in his hand, pulled the condom off me and bent down and took my still hard cock head that still had some sperm round the head, into his mouth to suck out any residue left as well as licking the head clean.

‘Your turn now to give me the same pleasure,’ I said, getting a condom out of its wrapper and rolling it down over his erection and assuming the same position that he had and had him get in between my open legs and push his erection up into my backside. ‘This is great,’ I grunted as his shaft was really soothing my inside nerves. ‘I only wish a man could last longer in the giving of this pleasure.’

‘My sentiments too sir,’ he grunted in the same way as he held me tighter and began ramming himself harder into me as he began to send out his load into the condom. After the hated part of losing the throbbing cock from my backside, I did the same for him by stripping off the condom and sucking on the wet head of his cock and pulling out what semen remained inside it.

‘Delicious,’ I said, licking my lips after giving the head a final kiss before kissing him on the lips. ‘I’m looking forward to having this again later tonight.’

After dinner and back in bed, we fucked each other twice before falling asleep and it was him that woke me up in the morning by sucking on my hard erection. That I did the same to him goes without saying.

Back in the car after breakfast, I told him to drive to London as I had to report in Whitehall.

‘Now it’s going to be dark by the time we get there corporal, so would you like to spend the night in my place? There you can cook me the perfect dinner that we couldn’t get in that hotel.’

‘Certainly sir. I’ll look forward to that,’ he said, and then with a smile, continued, ‘and you can have me for dessert.’

We stopped on the way to put some petrol in the car and have a cup of coffee before carrying on but with the thought of having him again, found myself with an erection.

‘Find somewhere to stop for I’ve got a raging hard on and would like you to see to it,’ I said with a smile. He grinned at me and at the next service station, he pulled off and parked well away from the other vehicles there. We both pushed the seats back and I got my throbbing erection out of my trousers and he slipped half off his seat as he bent over and took the head of my cock into his hot mouth.

It was once again lovely to have him sucking and teasing the head as he rubbed it making me come quite quickly into his mouth which he swallowed without the stopping of his sucking on me. He finally licked me clean before sitting back up with an expectant look in his eyes but didn’t have the temerity to pull out his own erection without being told.

‘Well get it out man! Let the dog see the rabbit, to take it in and chew on,’ I said and he quickly pulled his cock out and I licked my lips at seeing the foreskin being stretched by the engorged head partly exposed. Moving down the seat, I leaned over, banging my head on the steering wheel as I used my lips to force the foreskin right down to be able to use my tongue all round the bare flesh and tease the G string, making him groan and quiver at the sensations that I knew were going through his body. I sucked and chewed on him till he came, quite profusely which I swallowed and finally licked him clean before lifting my head up off of him.

‘Lovely,’ I said, only now putting my wilting cock away as he did the same to his, though with a bit more difficulty for it was still up hard. With the seats back into position, we carried on our journey south to London. It was getting dark when we entered the northern part and had him stop at some shops and gave him some money to buy the food he would need. I explained that I only had non perishable goods at home by being away so much. I also told him to get some more condoms too with a smile which he returned before getting out of the car.

With me being in uniform and the car having military plates, I got a salute from a traffic warden as he walked past, not stopping to either tell me to move the car or give me a ticket and it wasn’t long before the corporal was back with three bags of shopping.

‘Sorry to take so long,’ he said as he put the bags on the back seat. ‘I had to go into two shops, and the chemist,’ he added with a grin before getting behind the wheel for us to carry on our journey to my home.

It didn’t take us long to be driving down Whitehall with me then giving him directions to my home.

‘You live here?’ he asked in amazement when I told him to stop outside.

‘Yes, but being in the army, I don’t get to be here much. Now get the things out and we’ll go in,’ I said. I also told him on the way upstairs that I had the decorators in so it was it a bit of a mess though the bedroom and kitchen would be fine.

His eyes were wide when he saw just how big it was inside and cried out in delight when he saw the kitchen. Spotlessly clean and having all what was needed in the way of appliances and utensils, though I never used them myself except for the juicer and toaster.

‘Will this do?’ I asked as I got a bottle of wine out of a wall cabinet.

‘A chef’s delight,’ he said. ‘You must be able to cook absolutely everything here.’ Though I told him I was useless in this and could at best, boil an egg. As I opened the wine to pour out two glasses, he set to work getting the supplies out and begin to prepare dinner.

An hour later and well into our second bottle of wine, dinner was ready he said and so we sat down and what a delight he laid out before me. An avocado salad as a starter, followed by veal cutlets and suitable vegetables with a sauce that had to be savoured with delight, never having tasted one so wonderful to the palate. I even opened a third bottle of wine and couldn’ t stop saying at how wonderful a cook he was, though I corrected myself by calling him a chef.

He insisted that he washed everything up first when I suggested that we went to bed. As much as he wanted the same, he said that the place should be really cleaned up first.

He oohed and aahed at the size of the bed and room as well as the bathroom with its big Jacuzzi bath in one corner with gold taps and a shower big enough for two as well as the other things that make up a bathroom and toilet.

With us quickly undressing, it wasn’t long before we were on the bed and I went and fucked him first, thanking him for such a wonderful dinner. He thanked me between gasps at me pleasing him in where I was at that moment, sliding my hard cock in and out of his backside, making him really drool at the thrill of having an organ that size reaming his insides.

I soon came and had him sucking on me after removing the condom and then had the pleasure of him then fucking me. After him doing the same to me in the sucking of my still erect piece of meat, we settled down to stroking one another. Both running our hands over each other’s body in between kisses that were soft and with meaning.

‘If you’re not stationed at Aldershot sir, where are you based?’ he asked of me.

‘Well I’m really attached to the North Surrey Regiment, though I do tend to move around as I’m really in Military Intelligence.’

‘Wow,’ he sighed, and after a few minutes spoke again. ‘Er, do…do you think you could see your way to getting myself and my, er, friend transferred out of Aldershot? To a proper regiment?’ he asked, stroking me right down to where my cock was still in its flaccid state.

‘You mean you and your lover? ‘ I asked with a chuckle.

‘Er, yes. And, er, well, we could maybe meet up again sometime. I think he would like having what I’ve had these past two days.’ His hand still moving over my penis. ‘Especially when it’s aroused for I’ve not had bigger, well I’ve had two others before so I can’t really pass judgement with any authority.’

‘I’ll see what I can do but not promise anything, but will do my best,’ I said.

‘Oh thank you,’ he gushed and moved down the bed and took my slowly rising cock into his mouth and brought me up to a full erection and was gurgling with delight as he covered it with a condom and had me pushing it up inside his backside. It was a lovely fuck and with me having him it brought his cock up to size and then I had the pleasure of him then fucking me.

It was a couple of hours later that we took each other, revelling in the pleasure we both got in the giving and receiving of each other’s vibrant and pulsating cock stuck up inside us.

We had breakfast next morning after another glorious fucking session before ablutions and getting dressed. Though he insisted on making sure that the kitchen was clean before we took the car to Whitehall where I had him drop me off at the Foreign Office and told him to take the car back to Aldershot, returning the salute that he gave me.

(Ed: This meeting with Corporal Sargeant is in more detail in the book “Brothers-in-Arms” in these editions.)

I went inside and up to where Arnold Stanner had his office. I was welcomed in like a long lost son and couldn’t praise me enough with what I had found out in Iraq and took me down to Spencer’s office to be praised again now being told of Operation White House and the capture of this Baath chairman by the Americans.

Those dealing with this Iraqi war were also informed at how and by whom this information had been obtained and they surprised me saying that because of this, I was there and then told that I would be promoted to captain. Boy was I chuffed! I was even taken up to the senior’s dining room and given lunch there, though thought that my corporal could have done better by being transferred there as the meal wasn’t a patch on how he could cook.

After lunch as I shook hands with both, I was told to go to the military tailors and get my new rank affixed to my uniform after my promotion was announced, which was just before I returned to Iraq.

It was a lonely night in my apartment after having had three nights of sex with my corporal, missing out on our sucking and fucking of each other and was somewhat glad to be returning to my own regimental barracks to be cordially greeted by the colonel who was pleased for me in getting my captaincy. I was told to hang around until it was officially announced. I learned that the 2nd Battalion was going to be sent out to Iraq quite soon and knew that my corporal and his partner had been transferred to it and so I went to see if they were in fact here at our barracks. I went off to the cook house and found that they were indeed there.

It was corporal Peter Sargeant that saw me first and came to attention and saluted me and returned the salute.

‘At ease corporal. Well what do you think of your posting?’

‘Marvellous sir. Thank you for arranging it and getting us out of Aldershot. I see that you’ve been out where the sun shines,’ he said, smiling back at me.

‘Yes. Iraq. Where I believe you lot will be going out to soon,’ I said.

‘So the scuttlebutt says, though we will get some leave before we do,’ he said.

‘When are you due for this leave?’ I asked.

‘In a week’s time,’ he said.

‘If I took some leave at the same time,’ I said smiling at him, ‘would you like to spend some of the time at my place?’

‘I’d like that sir,’ he said, giving me a smile back, ‘but I will be taking my leave with the sergeant there,’ and nodded to where the sergeant was standing and watching us.

‘Is he the partner you alluded to the last time we were together?’

‘Yes sir,’ he replied as I looked over at the sergeant.

‘A nice choice,’ I murmured. ‘Do you think he would join us?’

‘Having already told him about us and what, well, said how good it was, he’ll jump at coming with us,’ he smiled back at me.

I beckoned the sergeant over and he came to attention in front of me with a salute which I returned.

‘At ease sergeant, at ease. So you’re the partner of Peter here?. I asked.

‘Yes sir, though it’s something we don’t advertise,’ he replied.

‘My lips are sealed until there is something worth putting in between them,’ I said smiling at him. ‘I was offering Peter here to spend some time of his leave at my place, but he’s including you if you would like to come too?’

‘I’d be delighted to accept sir. Especially after Bunny, er, Peter told me at how he enjoyed his few days with you as your driver.’

‘Bunny?’ I asked, looking at Peter and seeing him blush.

‘Yes,’ he laughed. ‘I once said that he fucks like a rabbit and so I gave him that name from a book title.’

‘Beatrix Potter! I remember the stories from my nursery days. He hasn’t called you Mopsey or Flopsey, has he?’

‘No,’ he laughed. ‘My given name could be taken two ways anyway. As a male or female whichever way it’s spelt. Besides, I never mope of flop if it comes to that.’

‘That’s nice to hear. No women in your life then?’

‘No sir. Bunny is enough woman for me, especially when wear…..’ He suddenly stopped speaking.

‘Wear? You didn’t finish. You mean wearing? Wearing what?’ I asked, smiling at his look of discomfort.

‘I…we…er, sort of play charades if you know what I mean,’ he stammered, blushing at the same time.

‘Now that I would like to see,’ I said, ‘so you’ll both spend a few days at my place then during your leave?’ I asked.

‘Yes sir, if you’ll have us,’ I replied.

‘I will, I will,’ I said softly as I raised my hand up to my cap in a salute and they returned the salute as I left the cookhouse. I went and found out exactly when they were going to be given leave and also learnt that I would be sent out four days before them, so it would only be for three days that I could have both of them at my place.

I knew that they wouldn’t start until after breakfast on the day of their leave and was waiting outside of the mess when they came out.

‘Get a car from the pool for me corporal,’ I said to Peter. ‘The sergeant can sit in the back with me.’ Peter went off and I spoke with the sergeant, asking how the two of them met and was surprised that it was only eighteen months ago, as they had joined up the same day. ‘And now you are lovers?’

‘Yes sir, though it’s only you who knows, well apart from the lodger at Peter’s home,’ he said, and that was it for the time being as Peter drove up with a car and as their packs and my suitcase where put in the boot, Peter held the car door open for me to get in and the sergeant, whose name was Terry Marshall, quickly got into the back with me.

We drove out of our camp and took the road for London.

‘So you actually dress up then?’ I asked Terry.

‘Yes, and we find it quite exciting. Can we go to Peter’s house first and pick up our things? It’s only in Wimbledon.’

‘Of course. Corporal. Go to your place first. You heard what for,’ he said.

‘Yes sir,’ Peter replied.

‘I can’t wait to see the pair of you dressed up as women,’ I said, giving Terry’s thigh a rub. ‘I’ve even gone and got a hard on just thinking about it, feel,’ and I took his hand and placed it at my crotch. ‘Do you think you could do something about it sergeant?’ I asked in a soft voice, pressing his hand down onto the bulge in my trousers.

‘Here? In the car?’ he asked.

‘Why not? Nobody can see what we will be doing and the corporal has already seen and tasted it,’ I said, letting go of his hand and had him fumble with my fly as he slid half off the seat as he finally got my erection out of my trousers. He held it upright with a firm hand and I couldn’t stop the gasp I gave as he took the head of my cock into the heat of his mouth. I inwardly groaned at the pleasure of having my cock sucked again, also feeling the hand move up and down on my shaft and it wasn’t long before I erupted and had him swallow the lot without lifting his head up, but kept on sucking till I was completely empty. The air felt cold over the exposed flesh of my cock when he pulled up off me, looking up and giving me a smile.

‘That sure is one big cock you’ve got there sir. The biggest I’ve had before and can’t wait for it to be put somewhere else.’

‘That was truly wonderful sergeant, and I too can’t wait to put it where you would, I think, rather enjoy it,’ I said ‘Would you like me to see to you now,’ licking my lips.

‘Yes please sir,’ he replied and so as he leaned back, I opened his fly and pulled out his erect cock which I found to be somewhat smaller than mine, but what the fuck, a rampant cock was a cock no matter what the size was. He gave out a groan as I took the head in and sucked as I worked my hand on him until he came, and it tasted very nice indeed.

‘That was rather nice sergeant,’ I said sitting up and letting him put himself away.

‘Thank you sir. That was the best head I’ve ever been given. Bunny and I have still got a lot to learn.’

It wasn’t long before we stopped at Peter’s house and he quickly went and brought back a small suitcase and we carried on to my home. I directed him to Whitehall and he then remembered where my place was and we were soon inside. We had bought enough food for three days having told them that’s all the leave I had which seemed to be dis-appointing to them. I told them that they could keep the car to be able to get back to the barracks when their leave time expired.

Terry was delighted when he saw my kitchen and was also pleased to see the big bed in the bedroom where I left them to do their dressing up for me.

What a surprise it was to see the pair of them come into the kitchen dressed up as women and for a moment, couldn’t believe my eyes at seeing these two gorgeous looking women looking back at me with shy smiles on their faces.

‘Ye Gods! I wouldn’t have believed it,’ I gasped, seeing them like this. ‘I wouldn’t have recognised you and passed you by in the streets.’ This brought smiles to their faces and after taking each in turn into my arms for a kiss, they then began to prepare dinner. They had seen how it had turned me on and couldn’t wait to get me to bed after the wonderful meal they had given me.

They even wore female underwear and it was very erotic to see them reveal this when they slipped off their dresses and I didn’t know which one to turn to and fuck first. It was Peter that said I should fuck Terry first and that he would, at the same time, fuck me. Three having sex together was a first for me and it was incredible. We all donned a condom and Terry got onto the bed first on his knees and I got on next behind him. He gave out a cry when he first had my prick pushed up into his backside and with me fully inside him, leaned over his back and had Peter get behind me and push his erection up into me. Christ! Didn’t my own cock expand at having a cock up inside me while I was stuck up inside another.

So with Peter moving himself in and out of me, he was the driving force that made me then be doing the same to Terry. What a thrill this was to being fucked whilst fucking another and such was the joy and pleasure of this, I soon came, sending my seed up into Terry and still having to move until Peter came inside me. I thought that Terry would go without any fucking and Peter also missing out on being fucked, but I was wrong.

‘Stay there lieutenant,’ Terry gasped and he fell forward, my still hard cock sliding out of him as he moved out from under me and while I still had Peter up inside me, moved round and pushed himself into Peter. So as he began to fuck Peter, I still had his cock moving inside me. What a wonderful experience this was for me with three of us managing to fuck and be fucked at almost the same time.

It was a glorious three days of us having sex between us in many different variations, only leaving the bedroom to eat the meals that they both cooked between them. Us all staying naked the whole time and even having sex in the kitchen while the meals cooked in the oven. We even used a hard backed chair where one would sit down and hold his erection upright for one to straddle the thighs of the sitting down man and sink down onto the erection until it was fully up inside him and then fuck himself by lifting himself up and down while holding the sitting man in a cuddle and kissing at the same time. That was great fun too.

We enjoyed having sex so much that we ran out of condoms and so that last night in bed, we took each other bare back which stopped us sucking on the cock after being removed from the backside of the one just having been fucked. It was almost what you would call frantic that last morning before breakfast when we fucked each other and both of them had tears in their eyes when we kissed our goodbyes and watched them drive off to finish their last few days of their leave.

I then went off to the military tailors’ to get my captain’s bars fitted to my uniforms before dropping into the Foreign Office for any more information that might have come in from Iraq before I went back to our regimental headquarters.

That night, I was flown out of England with quite a few others to land in Iraq just as dawn was breaking. I’d only been away for two weeks and you would have thought it had been years the way the squad greeted me. Though it was mentioned at me having had leave and them not, to which I snorted and told them that I didn’t have anything like a leave and then made them get out and do an obstacle course, saying that they looked as if they had all put on weight in my absence and not having had to do anything but laze about.

They groaned at this, but went out and did quite well with me just watching them go through their paces. I was also congratulated in the officer’s mess at my advancement which pleased me, but not on being told that we would be moving up the following day to have a go at getting at the insurgents.

I was briefed the next morning and shown on the map where I was to go and take a bridge at Samawa that crossed the river Euphrates, north west of Nasiriya. I was given the date to take this bridge and hold for more of our troops would be then approaching and would need it to cross the river.

It took us two days to get into position where we could observe the bridge before nightfall. I wasn’t at all happy at the open ground before it and decided to do a night foray up to it to see it close up. I took one of the new guys that had been allotted to us for he was quite a strong looking man. I cannot remember what his name was now but that doesn’t matter, what happened does.

We blacked up and with only pistols and knives, we stealthy approached the bridge, taking care to not be observed by any sentries on watch. This meant crawling the last few hundred yards till we spotted a patrolling guard and noted his route. We then moved our position until we got to where he turned and retraced his steps. This man we were going to take out on his return. I briefly told the soldier with me what we were going to do and then waited till the man strolled back up to where we lay hidden.

It was when he turned that we moved, silently up behind him and he was given a hefty thump on the back of his neck for him to be rendered senseless. With him out of action, we dragged him well back towards where we were positioned but stopped before we reached it. About halfway there was a gully into which we dropped him and then smacked him about until he was conscious.

I spoke in Arabic to him in wanting to know what was waiting for us on the other side of the bridge. He wouldn’t tell me a thing, that is, not until we had really dealt with him. I had the other soldier with me beat the shit out of him and pull down his trousers. Still without getting anything from him used my last resort. I got him bent over and I pulled out my cock and rubbed it to raise it up and then rammed myself up his backside. He couldn’ t call out for my other helper was keeping his mouth shut as I fucked him up the arse.

After coming inside him, I pulled him round and got out my pistol and held it to his head and had my helper open his mouth. In Arabic I told him that I was now going to shove my shit covered cock into his mouth and choke him if he didn’t tell me what I wanted to know. If he as much as brought his teeth down onto my cock, I would shoot him. It was only after wiping the end of my cock under his nose did he break and tell me what I wanted to know.

I wiped my cock on his shirt and had him pull up his trousers and I then told my fellow soldier to break his neck. I had no compunction at giving this order to which he complied and broke the poor buggers neck. If I had let him live, he might, at a later date capture me and I would then get more than having a shit covered cock shoved in my mouth.

We scooped out some of the sand and rolled him in the small depression and covered his body before making our way back to where the rest of the squad were.

We laid up for the rest of the day as the date for taking the bridge would be that evening but with now knowing that the other side knew we were about to attack the bridge, were in a state of readiness for us. This would then be suicidal to make a frontal assault and so I worked out a new plan from the original one I was told to do and the squad were in full agreement to this. We lazed away the day getting as much sleep as we could and it must have been close on midnight when we had a visit from a general.

‘Kane!’ He didn’t shout for his voice would have carried over to the other side, but you could tell by the tone that he was angry. ‘Why haven’t you moved off to take the bridge?’

‘We’re not going to……’ he wouldn’t let me finish what I was going to say before blustering on.

‘You’re not going to? You’ve been given an order to attack that bridge and attack it you will,’ he almost shouted.

‘Sir. We are not going……’ Again he wouldn’t let me finish.

‘You’ve been ordered to take that bridge. Are you a coward then?’

That was when I hit him. A full fisted punch right on the jaw, not only knocking him arse over tit but rendering him unconscious too.

‘I’m not a coward you lump of shit,’ I hissed at his body, ‘but I’m not prepared to commit suicide for such a stupid plan.’ I was seething. Mad even at being called a coward.

‘Okay squad! Get your things together for we are going to take that bridge but my way, not theirs.’

I could see the grins on their faces as we got all our equipment together and in single file, we made our way down river before finding a good place to cross. It meant swimming, but it wasn’t that far to the opposite bank, and with taking care of our rifles and other stuff, we crossed the Euphrates.

We were wet and cold when we reached the other bank and checked to see that our weapons were still dry before moving off, following my plan to assault those guarding the bridge.

Knowing their numbers and placements, we hit them with a three pronged attack and wiped them all out without a loss of a man on our side, but we now had the bridge which was the main objective. There were welcome shouts when our men came across the river bridge unhindered and went on to take the attack to the enemy. We bid them good luck and I wasn’t surprised to see them being followed up by two big hefty members of the Military Police.

‘Captain Kane!’ the one in front said without saluting me. ‘You are under arrest for striking a senior officer. You are to come with us to headquarters.’

‘No!’ cried out some of the squad who were within hearing range. ‘No! You can’t!’

‘We can and we will,’ the cop shouted back at their noise as they began to move forward, crowding round them. ‘Now move back or you’ll be in trouble too.’

‘Move back men’ I called out. ‘They are only doing their job as we did ours, only they are following the orders of the prat I floored.’ They all laughed at this but moved back. ‘Sergeant Feathers! Take charge of the squad and keep them under control.’

‘Yes sir!’ he saluted. ‘If you need us, just give out a shout and we’ll come running.’

‘Okay Charlie, thanks,’ I said before turning to the army policemen.

‘Let’s go,’ and so I went off with the two military policemen and gave the squad a farewell wave as I went back across the bridge we had safely taken.

First it was to headquarters and then onto Basra where I was confined to what was our barracks of sorts there. I hadn’t been handcuffed but told that I was to remain in barracks under close arrest until a court martial was convened.

I was assigned a major to be my legal representative and to him I gave all that had transpired between me and the general before the taking of the bridge. He said that in spite of the general not letting me speak to say that I had changed the plans was not enough to stop me being convicted of assaulting a senior officer. That was the crux of the matter. Striking a senior officer was definitely a no-no, in spite of him calling me a coward. Name calling wasn’t sufficient grounds to actually strike out.

It was two weeks before the court sat and the whole squad had to be recalled to give evidence on my behalf with the general being the first to give his evidence of my physical attack on him. Each member of the squad were then called in turn to give their version of the event, mostly saying that there was an argument between myself and the general but all denied having seen me hit the general.

Their evidence finished before lunch time and the court was adjourned till the following day when it would be my turn to speak. It was a surprise at lunch time to find that Spencer from the Foreign Office had turned up.

We spent the whole afternoon and evening talking this over and coming to a conclusion at the end. He had listened to all that I had done and also to what the squad had to say on my behalf. But, he told me, the general had a lot of clout with the upper echelon and it looked as I would be found guilty as charged and would be stripped of my rank and be sent to prison in spite of the squads evidence. He only had one solution to my dilemma and that was to resign my commission, therefore with the court of enquiry not being able to give out a verdict on a civilian, I would then be free.

‘But that’s tantamount to admitting that he did indeed strike the general!’ my legal adviser cried.

‘That’s true,’ said Spencer, ‘but he won’t go to jail and I could use such a man as him. He’s intelligent and knows how to get things done and to hell with the rules. That’s the kind of people I employ in doing my job in protecting the country without going to war.’

We listened to all he had to say and in the end I agreed with him but under the condition that I worked for him on a voluntary basis and not be tied as it were, to being an employee of the government. I didn’t have to work as I had money of my own and did not need to seek full employment. My legal man wasn’t happy with my stand but agreed that I would then avoid prison.

So the next morning at the hearing, he announced to those officers that were the judicial people involved, that his client, me, was resigning my commission.

There were many cries from those sitting at the back of the court, most of them being my squad, but were brought to quietness by the banging of a gavel. When asked if this was correct, I said it was and passed over my letter of resignation. They knew that by doing so, I was in fact almost, without saying the words, that I had indeed struck the general. With them taking my letter, it was accepted and had no choice but to conclude the court martial without coming to a verdict.

I was free but out of the army as of that moment. The squad all crowded round me as we left the court and made their displeasure known at what I had done and it took some time to convince them that it was the only thing I could have done. A lot of this talking we did in a bar not far from the court where we went to and I think I got most of the squad pissed with the amount of drink that was consumed.

It was during this talk and drinking session that I got an idea after hearing Charlie say that he wasn’t far off from his time in the army and now wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay in much longer the way things were going as opposed to the old days.

What I proposed to him was that if he left the army, would he be prepared to come and live in my building as a caretaker. He would have a ground floor apartment and would also control the rents over the other apartments as well as seeing that the place was kept clean as well as guarded. He was all for it and we shook hands on the deal giving me the date when his time would be up. I then added that I also had three other buildings that could do with a caretaker and if any other members of the squad wanted a good working position in civvy street to let me know in seeing that a place was made ready for them.

So digressing slightly into the future, three others of the squad, them being, Jimmy Knowles, Donald Fraser and Ronald Digby became my caretakers of the other three mansions with Charlie in mine. But this was staggered somewhat as their dates of when they could leave varied a little, but they knew that they then had a cushy job to go to when that time actually arrived for them to leave the army. Though they would leave with honour whereas I left in disgrace.

But back to being in Basra, I was promised a flight back to England and what with drinking so much with the boys, I was quite pissed myself when I left the bar to many farewell cheers and found myself an hotel for the night. Drunk as I was, I still didn’t go without sex for I chatted up the porter of the hotel, an Arab, who would with money changing hands, sleep with me and be fucked. It was the first and only time that I paid a man to fuck but I blame that on my having drunk too much in the bar with the squad.

I can remember having the brown cheeks of his bum in front of me and sticking my cock up inside him, but if I enjoyed it, I don’t know, except that I had him twice more before morning. No. He didn’t get to fuck me and I did use a condom each time.

The following morning, with a bit of a hangover, I met with Spencer as arranged at Basra’s airport and we flew back to London together. He explained all that he did and what would be required of me after he had me sign the Official Secrets Act. This meant that I could not reveal anything that I learned in this new job to anyone who hadn’t signed this form and could be imprisoned if I did so. It was also a security blanket on both sides.

There were many intricacies that for obvious reasons I cannot talk about but basically the purpose of this department was to gather any information worldwide that could affect the security of the British Isles. There were desks that collected this, covering every country in the world to assess what they picked up to pass higher up which was assessed and anything of note was passed even further up the chain until it eventually landed on Spencer’s desk who then made the decision on the action to be taken. I was to be one of his men to implement the action he so desired to be done.

Deep in the bowels of the Foreign Office, I visited the gym and shooting gallery where all such as me were expected to keep fit and try to improve our shooting skills. I also visited the forgery section that made up any papers, passports or documents that might be needed to cover all circumstances that an operator might need out in the field.

Being somewhat at a loss at what I was expected to do, I spent a lot of time in the canteen at first, listening to some of the old hands regaling me with their most notable figures. This was of Frobisher who had been the head of intelligence and his best two operatives, Wesson and a young girl Francis Lyon. She had been recruited at sixteen whilst in the Merchant Navy and was sadly killed in a plane crash when she was only twenty six years old. She was always remembered for the many successful coups she achieved in her short life.

(Ed: See this story in “Francis” in these editions.)

The Present again.

‘You’re hungry,’ Tracey said, his hand rubbing my stomach. ‘I not only heard the rumbling of your stomach but felt it too. Come on, let me cook dinner and you can carry on back here in bed after you’ve had me for dessert,’ he finished with a giggle. In fact I had him before dinner.

We’d gone into the kitchen, not bothering to put any clothes or gown on, where he started preparing the meal while I opened a bottle of wine and after pouring out two glasses, sat down and watched him move about.

What a pleasing and erotic sight to see the cheeks of his bum move independently as he walked about, causing me to have an erection. He smiled at seeing this but teased me by not touching me but carried on with the making of our meal. It wasn’t until everything was either in pots on the stove or in the oven that he came over to where I was sitting and went down onto his knees and took the head of my erection into his mouth.

I loved kissing those lips that became clamped round the base of the head and used his tongue to tease me, but only for a moment before he stood up and smiled back at me. I knew what he was waiting for and took hold of myself and held it up as he then got astride of my thighs and slowly lowered himself down. The cheeks of his bum moving apart because of his widened legs made the entrance to his backside easy to settle itself to the head of my cock and with his hands on my shoulders, sat down.

I could feel the head being compressed somewhat as it widened him until it moved into him and with that inside and him giving out the usual gasp, sank right down on the whole of my cock till he was sitting on my thighs. He gave out a big sigh as he wiggled himself into a comfortable position, flexing his muscle and making my cock twitch inside him before he leaned forward and kissed me.

‘I do love you husband,’ he whispered in my ear as he began to move himself up and down on my throbbing cock up inside him. I loved him too and held him with firm hands to help him in his moving as he literally fucked himself on me. Loved him by having myself where I now was, giving pleasure to him as well as what he was giving me and couldn’t hold myself back and soon began bouncing him up and down on my erection. I also loved fucking him bare back for there is more feeling than having my cock encased in a rubber sheath.

‘Oooh,’ he gurgled with a smile as he felt the first surge spray of semen hit his insides. He gave out more as I kept shooting my load up into him until I came to a stop and he gave a little wiggle and held me tight as he kissed me. ‘That was lovely,’ he said, breaking off the kiss and slow and tantalising, he lifted himself up and I felt myself leaving his body until he was clear. ‘I’m not sucking on that till you’ve washed it clean,’ he said, ‘but it doesn’t stop you from sucking on mine before you do,’ and moved back a little way, his cock sticking out proud from his groin. I eased myself off the chair and went down onto my knees and with my hands to the cheeks of his bum, took the head of his cock into my mouth.

He cooed as he felt the heat cover the head and in using my lips, forced the foreskin down for my tongue to move over the bared flesh and tease the G string, making him quiver at the pleasing sensations that I knew he was getting from this action.

This was the next best place to have a cock, pushing the tongue up firmly to the sliding cock, pressing it to the upper palate as his hands came to the sides as he began to face fuck me. The length of his penis when erect was just short of touching the back of my throat in doing this, burying my nose into his pubic hairs with every forward thrust. I loved the smell of him as I took him this way and loved to feel his sperm hit the back on my throat as he came, letting some slide down but holding most of it to roll round my mouth before swallowing.

When he’d finished and I licked round the head to clean him up, he stroked my hair.

‘What a darling man I have for a husband,’ he said when I rose up and we held each other tight as we kissed. ‘But,’ he said, breaking off that kiss, ‘dinner should now be ready,’ moving out of my arms and got out a pinny from a drawer and quickly put in on to protect his front. It was one of that kind that waitresses wore, quite small at the front with a large pocket there and two long straps that tied into a bow at the back. These would hang down the back hiding the cleft in the cheeks of his bum and when wearing this, turned me on as much as seeing him in female underwear. But I wasn’t aroused this time only having had him a few minutes before, so after washing myself, moved my chair closer to the table as he served up our dinner.

As always, it was lovely and I’m glad that I had fallen in love with him being able to cook so well where I was useless at cooking. He sat down opposite me and even though he wasn’t wearing his female bra and didn’t have any tits to show, he still looked more of a woman than a man . Well the smile said it all and when he did use make-up, you couldn’t tell the difference with his hair brushed forward and down the sides of his head to frame his perfect features. It was his face as well as his slim, lithe body that fooled everybody and the fact that he even sang like a woman, and a beautiful voice it was too.

With a full stomach that stopped the rumbling, we went back to bed, leaving the washing up for Kate to do in the morning. She was now living in with Charlie and saw to the cleaning of the apartment as well as cooking us breakfast every morning.

I couldn’t help but goose Tracey as his bum was in front of me as he got on the bed, making him jump as he sprawled out and waited for me to get on and into his arms for more kissing before we settled down.

Back to the Past and into the Present.

Being where I now was, I was able to use the name of being the Foreign Office in finding out when my sergeant Charlie Feathers service time was up. They not knowing that he wouldn’t be signing on for another two years or more, that he would be leaving in five months time.

I got the agent who looked after my properties to get the people who were renting one of the ground floor apartments out into another one that was empty using renovations needing to be done to one they would be vacating. But agreed when they were told that it was being converted into two apartments, one being only of two bedrooms and a single bedroom one. It was in this latter that would be for Charlie but also have installed a room that would hold two large industrial washing machines and a tumble dryer as well as having the means for ironing to be done.

Charlie had agreed to see to doing the laundry as well as the ironing for the residents of the building if they so desired and it would give him a bonus in doing this though I said that a quarter of this should be put into the kitty for the materials and electricity used which was acceptable.

I had workers come in to do this and was promised, after seeing the plans I’d drawn up for them to follow, that it would be completed in four months. They also were told, that if it was done properly and satisfactory, they would then have another three to do later.

My first real job for Spencer was a strange one for it meant me putting a uniform back on again. An army camp which I am not going to name, had asked for someone to investigate what amounted to theft of stores of not only food but military equipment too. So dressed up as a captain again, presented myself to the colonel, him not knowing of my court martial but accepted that I had indeed been a captain but now worked with Intelligence. It was only him and the adjutant who knew why I was there and it was aired in the mess that I was working with the adjutant in a liaison capacity. This wasn’t queried by the other officers and knew that the soldiers stationed there would soon know my reason for being there.

It took me seven weeks to see the pattern and who was involved and another week to prove it, catching the culprits in the act so to speak. The regiment’s colonel was highly delighted as well as Spencer and it was a feather, albeit a small one, in my hat, but welcomed nevertheless. Not much happened over the next few months except that the downstairs apartment had been finished and I was pleased with what the builders and decorators had done.

One of these decorator’s, though he liked to be referred to as a designer, was gay and had a boy friend that he lived with. But found that he wouldn’t say no to a little bit on the side as it were and so a couple of times while the jobs were being done, would slope off and join me in my apartment.

It was nice to once again have a naked man in bed with me for us to both suck on each other’s erection and taking and giving the emissions we brought forth. Also to have the bare cheeks in front of me to be parted and have my cock once again being used in that tight orifice as well as having the same done to me. But with the work finished, we said goodbye having both enjoyed our sessions together, the only drawback to him already having a partner was that I couldn’t get him to sleep over.

Well I couldn’t for it wasn’t long before Charlie showed up having now left the army and moved in to his new home and job, so it wouldn’t be right for him to see that I was entertaining another male in my apartment of a night. It was only when I had Tracey move in with me did he then know that I was a homosexual for he had known him as a small boy having come from Whitechapel himself. But this didn’t alter our relationship or his ability in looking after the building for me.

He told me of the dates that the other three who would also take on the job of being caretakers and it fitted in with expected time of the other apartments being altered in the same way and so over that period of twelve months, they too moved in.

I got the same story from them, slightly different in their telling but it boiled down to the same thing. It hadn’t been the same since I had left and had been led by officers not as competent as I had been, so they said, though they survived where quite a few of the others hadn’t and were glad to be able to leave the army when their time was up. Not just these few but the whole of the squad that I had led had opted to leave too.

It was during this period that I met Reggie Kershaw in a gay bar and got to stay overnight quite often at his place where we had sex. It was with a little regret that I later had him arrested for dealing in the distribution of counterfeit currency. It was during our sessions of love making that I found out how he was able to live in such a fine place that we would spend the night and that was by this passing on of money that was being printed in Germany.

He was quite a good lover in our sex acts, having a cock nearly as big as mine, one that you could really hold as it was being sucked on in the moving of the hand to bring forth his seed to savour before swallowing. Mind you, I also loved having him doing the same to me when we both did it at the same time. That’s not forgetting having him up my backside to feel his lovely tool ploughing my meadow, ironing out any kinks in the pleasure of having him moving in and out of me. I also loved the fucking of him with his firm young body and tight backside.

I didn’t push him too hard in getting the name of the man he dealt with in Germany as opposed to pushing hard when I was up behind him in my coming inside him. It was Manfred Steiner and he usually met him in a club called The Blue Parrot in Berlin, a transvestite club.

This information I passed on to Spencer who then wanted me to take on the job of finding this man and getting this counterfeiting operation put out of business. When he asked me how I had come across this information, I wasn’t ashamed to tell him it was through sex which somehow didn’t seem to surprise him. He later told me that much delicate information was found by this means whether it was from males or females and also used people of this ilk to gather more.

He wanted me to follow this up because of my speaking German with the bonus of it being with a Berlin accent, and introduced me to Bill Tolliver who would be my control whilst there. I was also sent off to the Treasury department to be shown some of this counterfeit money that they had obtained. I couldn’t tell the difference but was assured that it was indeed, funny money.

At a briefing by Spencer, Bill and I were told to find out what we could and then pass this on to the German counterparts of his office for them to deal with it, but to try and remain undercover. Now how this gang of money makers got to know of Bill and myself, I never did find out, but they knew of us when it later came down to a confrontation.

So a few days later, after telling Charlie that I would be away for a while and on being asked where I was going, said I couldn’t tell him but only that I was doing a job for the Treasury. I packed the barest minimum of clothing into a small suitcase and not carrying anything of a personal nature except for my passport which I had to have to fly in and out of the countries.

I duly met up with Bill and we then went off to Heathrow and flew to Berlin. On arrival there, Bill rented a car from the Hertz car rental desk and with both of us knowing Berlin, he drove me to the Hotel Europa where I would be staying and he would be at the Hotel Olympus. We stayed in separate hotels so that we wouldn’t be seen together and with me having been given the description of Manfred Steiner, it would be me going into the club while he sat in the car close by until contact was made.

He picked me up close to my hotel the following evening and drove to drop me off near The Blue Parrot and would wait for me to emerge. I went in and sat down at one of the vacant tables and ordered a drink, not really taking any notice of the performers on the small stage but studied the customers inside and of those that came in during the evening.

I kept getting approached by some of the stage performers but ignored them that first night but on the second night there, not having seen this Manfred, realised that I stood out by not having a drink with one of these men dressed up as women.

You Tracey, were the most perfect looking female of them all and so it was you that I let sit down with me for drinks in between your stints on the stage while I still scanned all the men in the club and of those that came in later. Though you attracted me, I couldn’t get involved because of the reason I was there in the first place.

It was on the third night that I spotted Manfred when he came in and sat down at a table with two other men and ordered some drinks. They stuck out like sore thumbs there being three of them all sitting at the one table whereas all the other occupied tables only had a single man sitting there and knew that they were the dealers. If you hadn’t of been sitting down at my table, I would have gone straight over to them, but waited till you left to sing your songs on the stage.

I still waited for a little while before getting up and going over to them.

‘Are you Manfred Steiner?’ I asked in German, seeing him straighten up as did the other two at being approached by a stranger.

‘I might be,’ he answered warily. ‘Who are you?’

‘Kane. Marcus Kane,’ and could have bitten my tongue out for using my real name and not giving him a false one.

‘Kane?’ he said in a rising voice as he rose up to his feet, the other two rising slowly in order as he pulled out a gun from a shoulder holster. I too had a gun in a holder under my coat but knew that he would get a shot off before I would be able to get my gun out. So I lunged across the table at him as he raised the gun up and fired at me.

My head seemed to explode with the sudden pain and from that point I knew no more until you told me that the bullet made a furrow over my scalp as I hit him across the throat, killing him instantly. You also went on to tell me that I hit another man in the same fashion who died later in hospital. The other man had his arm broken by me before you pulled me away as the club erupted in panic at the gunshot and the fight that upturned the table with all three men on the floor.

I don’t remember you getting me into a taxi and taking me to that hotel where you cleaned me up and got me into bed. Much to your annoyance, I didn’t even remember us having sex three times that night before morning when I finally did wake up.

And what a way to be woken up with you sitting astride of my thighs and riding on my morning erection bringing me up to the present.

‘Yes,’ Tracey said, with my erection now in his hand at the thought and holding it upright. ‘And it was lovely,’ as he moved up and got himself astride of my thighs and I had the pleasure of seeing and feeling him put the head to his backside and with a big sigh, sank down on it, making me gasp and give out a groan at once again having my cock slide back up into him.

‘Yes, I remember doing this and simply loved what I was doing as I do now,’ he said as he moved himself up and down on me. ‘It was the first time that I rode you instead of you riding me and I was in heaven. Loving you as a man and where you were as you are now. You were the man for me and I’m glad that you came to love me as much as I loved you over those days in Berlin.

Fighting those men that tried to hustle me later and wouldn’t let them, protecting me….’

‘As you protected me in that warehouse,’ I interrupted.

‘What did you think when you came awake with me doing this,’ his inside muscle flexing itself round my cock as he smiled at me in his moving on me.

‘I think I groaned at seeing that I was fucking a boy.’

‘A boy?’ Tracey cried and I grinned.

‘Yes, a boy but later saw you transform yourself into a woman. A very desirable woman that I wanted to fuck again.’

‘Which you did. How many times did you fuck me in that hotel room?’ he asked, still moving on me and loving every movement he made.

‘I lost count,’ I grinned, ‘and I’m not far off coming now as I did then, only hearing you jerk yourself off into some tissues as I did come.’

‘Yes, but later you let me come over your chest whilst in this position and made me lick it up when we’d finished.’

‘You can do it again if you want too,’ I said with a smile as I began to buck my hips and saw his smile as he took hold of his own erect cock and begin to jerk himself off.

As I started to come, ejecting my seed up into his backside, I watched as a stream of semen started to shoot out of the eye of his cock to land on my chest. We both gave out groans at the relief we got from ridding ourselves of our sperm, mine into you and yours onto me. He grinned as he came to a stop in both the moving of his hand on his erection as well as riding on me, and just sat there smiling down at me.

‘This reminds me of a song, with different words, that I knew as a young boy, though you’re nothing like the man in the song,’ and he began to sing as he moved himself up and down again on my still hard cock up inside him.

‘ “I was riding in the park one day, when a man came along the way, and there to my surprise,… he opened up his flies, …and I laughed at what he got out to display.” But I wouldn’t laugh at what you’ve got,’ he added after the song and gave out a groan as he got up off me, my still hard erection flopping onto my stomach as he got off of me and the bed and went to the bathroom, letting me see those wonderful peach halves of his bum move so seductively as he moved out of sight. He was back in a few minutes with a wet cloth and a towel and began to wash me clean before getting back on the bed and into my arms.

‘Well you now know the story of my life, well what I can remember. The only blanks are where I was hit on the head, first by a bullet and then by a cricket bat,’ I said after a few minutes of kissing each other.

‘In some ways I’m glad that you had amnesia,’ Tracey began, stroking my chest. ‘For it brought us really together,’ which he grinned at the thought and way he said it, ‘for I fell in love with you and you came to love me too. To love me enough to go through the having of a proper wedding, the like of which I had only dreamt of having,’ and he kissed me as I remembered it well. Surprised that two men could actually get married in a church, but just loved to see Tracey walk down the aisle, all dressed in white and on the arm of Charlie who acted in place of his father.

I had loved Tracey even more at seeing the radiance on his face as he came to stand beside me as we became true partners and I moved and rolled Tracey over onto his front and lifted him up onto his knees and got up behind him. I then made love to him as only two men could and hoped that I could carry on doing this for a long, long time.

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