Tales from Gledhill House

[Craiger]

Goodness, Auto, this sounds like a chapter out of the Arabian Nights. I'm jealous of Mario...... Those handsome Arabs are such a turn-on. But, back to our other boys...at least Bruno and Jojo were saved from the terrible experience of the Foreign Legion, yet we do not know what awaits them all in Morocco. And, will Felix ever learn who sent the bounty hunters after him?????

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thrity-Two
Sitting close to Hassan, Mario was able to make a more thorough assessment of this handsome man. His face was tanned by the desert winds and his dark brown eyes like two deep pools that held great wisdom in their depths. His typically aquiline nose was long and straight and his voluptuous lips and chin were embedded in a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. The beautifully embroidered silk gown had fallen open to reveal his firmly muscled torso with a line of dark hair that ran down to and disappeared in his groin that was still covered in the lower folds of the shimmering gown. Hassan’s crossed legs were encased in skin tight silken pants and his feet wore slippers with upturned pointed toes. To Mario’s eyes Hassan looked every inch a prince of the desert and behind the sensuous gaze that engaged with his own, Mario was aware of a potential cruelty. It would not do one any favours to fall foul of this man who had a scimitar in a jewel encrusted scabbard by his side.

Hassan brushed Mario’s cheek with his fingers and explored his jaw line with obvious appreciation for Mario was a handsome young man. The fingers travelled down to his throat and over his shoulders before coming to rest inside the folds of the sleeveless jacket that has been placed on him by Hassan’s servants. He winced as he felt the strong fingers pinch his right nipple and Hassan smiled at his reaction. With a swift deft movement Hassan pushed the jacket over Mario’s shoulders and pulled it free of his body before throwing it on the floor beside the divan. He gently pushed Mario so that he was laid flat on his back, his head resting on a soft cushion. Mario felt the soft touch of Hassan’s hands as they ran over his upper body and the Arab’s warm breath as he bent down to tickle his nipples with the tip of a tongue that flashed like that of a king cobra.

Mario was aware of a stirring in his groin as he grew sexually drawn to this unusual man. It did not go unnoticed by Hassan and he placed a hand over the emerging bulge, massaging it and causing it to grew under his touch. In a few seconds, Mario’s penis was hard and forming a firm ridge from his groin to the top of his thigh. Hassan stroked it and grasped it as it was encased in the translucent folds of the harem pants Mario wore. Hassan smiled lasciviously as he saw a darkening circle of pre-cum on the silk pants where the tip of Mario’s penis had leaked. He lent down and licked the patch and sucked on the silk over the shaft. Just as deftly as he had removed the jacket, Hassan pulled down the top of the pants and Mario’s erection sprang up to greet him.

Hassan removed his turban and tossed it aside, letting his long black locks hang free. With his right hand grasping Mario’s shaft, he licked the tip of the pre-cum drenched glans and pulling back the folds of Mario’s foreskin, took the whole of the bell end and shaft into his mouth. Mario found himself making involuntary sighs and moans of pleasure as his rampant cock was fondled and sucked, licked and nipped between Hassan’s lips.

Hassan then slipped off his silk gown and stood to remove the tight pants he wore, kicking off the pointed slippers so that he was completely naked. With his head raised on the cushion Mario could admire the glorious sight of the Arab’s bronze physique that was honed by days in the saddle under a sub-tropical sun. The cock that rose up from its nest of dark wiry hair with a scimitar like curve was cut and impressive in both its length and girth. Hassan approached Mario who reached out to take hold of the throbbing cock and then cautiously began to lick and suck it.

Throughout this whole scenario not a word was spoken but the room was filled with the sighs, gasps and groans of the men as they enjoyed the pleasures that were exchanging with one another. Then Hassan said, his voice husky and seductive, ‘I want you inside me.’ Mario helped the Arab to lie on the divan with his legs hanging over the side. He then stood between the strong thighs and Hassan lifted them up so that Mario could position himself to penetrate the proffered anus.

‘Aaaah yes... that is so good!’ Hassan exclaimed before lapsing into words of his own language that Mario could not understand but the intonation was such that he was left in no doubt that Hassan was enjoying each and every thrust. Mario took hold of the massive cut cock and jerked on it as he lunged his own manhood deep into the tight hole of his masterful companion. Hassan uttered more wild sounding words as his cock jerked in Mario’s hand and shot several long streams of cum that left trails along his chest and abdomen that glistened white in sharp contrast to the bronze sweat soaked skin. Mario pulled his own cock from Hassan’s ass as it too shot its load to splash along the same lines as Hassan’s jizz had created. Hassan smiled a smile of total satisfaction and pulled Mario down into a clinch, his hungry lips finding Mario’s as the two men kissed their gratitude for the shared sexual encounter.

They lay side by side recovering from their exertions when on a given signal the two acolytes returned and with sponges cleaned the love juices from their bodies. They produced a sheet to cover the two tired bodies and left Mario and Hassan to sleep until the following morning.

Before they parted, Hassan insisted that Mario straddled his body so that he could impale him on his morning erection, and Mario acquiesced without hesitation such was his joy of the delights he had with the masterful Arab.

[DonQuixote]

A very Merry Christmas, full of gaiety, indeed!

Quite a sensual night of passions unbridled from your furtive imagination to our appreciative minds.

Cumpleat with a suitable drawing of the two men.

[Kyanimal]

WOW! That was one "Arabian Night" that Mario will likely Never forget!

Now I'm wondering if Everyone else is going to try to ride, and get ridden by, Hassan during their trip!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Craiger]

What a night of pure pleasure. As if by magic Mario transformed into a sensual match for the handsome Arab Prince. And yet again in the morning. Mario may never return to his prior ways after being seduced by such a lover. Oh what stories he has to tell his friends...
Such an entertaining tale, Auto.

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-three

The journey from Algiers to Tangiers, Morocco’s nearest point to the European mainland was long and arduous but not without some stops along the five hundred or so route. When possible the travellers stopped over night in a khan, where the innkeeper would offer them the chance to take a bath before a meal that invariably included either lamb or goat. On those nights where there was not a convenient khan, they would sleep out under the stars or in tents when the altitude was such that the open air was too cold for comfort.

Armand and Jono had become form friends and as Mario had become the constant companion of the handsome Hassan, it was natural for Felix and Bruno to shares rooms or tents as the case maybe. It was at the first khan they stayed at that Armand and Jono first shared a room. The facilities were basic but clean and there was only one bed they had each used the privy at the back of the khan and for washing there was water and a bowl in the room with a bucket for the used water. Armand stripped off and washed as best he could; drying himself on a rough towel that was provided. Jono had watched him as he had done this and when it came to his turn to wash was rather bashful as he was sporting a semi-hard on.

‘It looks like you enjoyed watching me,’ Armand said.

‘Yes master,’ Jono replied.

‘Hey, I’m not your master. We are equals you and I, call me Armand.’ Jono smiled and felt relaxed in the company of the handsome Frenchman. ‘Where do you come from?’ Armand asked.

‘I was born in Algiers; my parents were servants in the mansion of a rich French merchant. They were not slaves so I was born a free man. Their master was a kind man and he had a son who was born a year before me. We played together and when we grew older, I became his servant. When the family moved to France, I went with my young master.’

‘What about your mother and father?’ Armand asked as, naked, he got under the covering on the bed.

‘They went to live in France as well but they grew old and first my father died and then my mother. She was broken hearted by his death and lost the will to live. So, you see I was alone with just my young master. I miss him as we used to spend all our time together. We shared the same bedroom and although I was supposed to sleep on the floor against the door as a protection for him, he would insist that I sleep in the bed with him.’ As he spoke, Jono washed himself and then used the same rough towel to dry his body.

Armand was quick to notice that Jono became more aroused as he spoke about his young master and suspected that sharing a bed meant more than just sleeping. Jono blew out the candle that had been the sole source of light in the room and he held his breath as he felt the smooth nakedness of Jono’s nubile body as he joined him in the narrow cot that served as a bed. Jono’s body was smooth and hairless and Armand has been amazed by the way that the pale yellow light from the candle before it was extinguished had reflected off the taught black skin of Jono’s amazing form.

They lay quietly side by side for a time both aware that the other was still awake.

‘I used to help my master get to sleep,’ Jono whispered.

‘How did you do that?’ Armand asked.

‘I used to suck his penis. He said that only after he had shed his seed could he sleep. I could do the same for you,’ Jono offered.

‘If you do and I go to sleep, how will you get to sleep?’ Armand asked incredulously.

‘I jerk myself off as a rule,’ Jono replied.

‘Well you may as well work your magic on me and tomorrow night, if we get to share a bed, I will do the same for you,’ Armand said. Jono set to work and Armand struggled to stay awake so as to prolong the pleasure. To save Jono the need to jerk himself off, Armand gave him a hand job as he was being sucked. Eventually they slept like babes to be shaken awake early the next morning as their companions were eager to start out on their journey again.

The night had been one of pleasure for the re-united Felix and Bruno.

‘Got how I missed you,’ Bruno said.

‘I thought I would never see you again,’ Felix replied. ‘When we learned what had happened to you, I was frantic. Armand with his connections has proved a God send, what would we have done had we not employed him?’

‘His friend Mario has also proved to be a wonderful help. Between them they have earned our eternal gratitude.’ Bruno remarked as he removed his clothes in readiness for bed. Felix and Bruno were so pleased to be back together they decided to forgo the nightly routine of bathing before bed and just fell into one another’s embrace. Their bodies were quite raunchy from the day’s exertions as they rode camels along the hot and duty route. Both had been used to a highly hygienic existence in the past with bathing facilities always available. The hot sweaty musk of their present condition did a great deal to arouse their animal instincts and they slavered over one another. Felix adopted a favourite position. He was on his side with Bruno likewise with his back to him. Felix penetrated Bruno’s ass from behind using a hand to jerk on his partner’s cock. From this position there was not much that Bruno could do other than twist awkwardly to find Felix’s lips with his own.

Felix pumped his cock deep into the tight hole of his lover and when he paused Bruno would provide the motion for himself, bucking back and forth as he was impaled on Felix’s hard, long hungry cock. The course bed sheet beneath them was soon soaked with their perspiration and clung to their bodies hindering their love making. Bruno pulled himself free and stood facing the wall by the bed and Felix took up a position behind him, his legs spread to reduce his height so that his cock was aligned with Bruno’s ass. Felix grasped Bruno’s hips and Bruno with his arms above his head used his hands to push himself back from the wall so that he was riding Felix’s cock again. He then worked himself on the throbbing shaft until he felt Felix shoot a load deep into him. The both fell onto the damp bed again and Felix sucked on Bruno’s cock until he was spent. Only then did they succumb to sleep.

Day followed day as they made their slow way across the rough terrain. The dust of the road and the heat of the sun coupled with copious perspiration took their toll on the clothes they wore and so Jono and his European friends adopted the Arab mode of dress. Less restraining it made life far more comfortable. With the absence of saving facilities they allowed their beards to grow and the sun darkened their faces so that they soon resembled the Berbers who were part of the caravan.

Mario rode alongside Hassan and it was apparent that they had become an item. The two young men who had played their part as Hassan’s servants during the ritual of his first encounter with Mario rode behind them. It was they who found water for bathing and enabled Hassan and Mario to maintain their suave appearance while their fellow travellers looked more and more dishevelled. This became a standing joke among the travellers and Mario laughing would hold his nose and frown upon them when they gathered together for a meal. Finally, they crossed the border into Morocco and they were able to enjoy the facilities of a bath house and fresh clothing.

The final leg of their journey brought them into Tangiers and arrangements were made for the short sea crossing to Gibraltar. Mario, however said that he intended to stay with Hassan who was planning a new journey across the continent to join the Silk Route into China.

[DonQuixote]

A journey of union and reunion.

Felix and Bruno reunited in their tangible love, while Mario and Hassan bloom in their fertile seed planting of one another.

Passion and heat.

Thanks, Auto.

[Craiger]

As each of our gentle souls have found each other the sojourn must end and will split them. Mario has accepted his place with Hassan, and could possibly carry us into a wonderful and exciting new adventure into China. However we must continue the final journey back to France. Felix and Bruno must be cautious as there seems to be a force intended on destroying them. Armand and Jono must be equally alert as the bounty hunters are still at work. What a delightful account of all our friends. Thanks Auto!

Craiger

[Kyanimal]

EXCELLENT chapter, Auto!

It's almost sad that two happy foursomes (Mario, Hassan, and those two nubile servants) (Felix, Bruno, Armand and Jono), are parting ways. However, I'm sure all of them will be discovering Wonderful Delights in their continuing travels. At least I'm hoping they will!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Autolycus]

Pleased to see that you are still following my group of merry men. life is full of problems for them and there will be a few more yet!

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-four

Felix decided that as Mario was to leave them with Hassan in a couple of days, it would be appropriate for them all to spend that time together prior to taking a ship over the narrow straights to Gibraltar. They would also be able to buy new clothes so that they could reach the British colony on the Spanish coast looking like Europeans rather than runaway Arabs. Beards were shorn and hair cut while relaxation in luxurious baths helped the travellers to resume their original personnas. Finally they said farewell to Mario and Hassan, wishing them good luck on their long journey to China, swearing they would all meet again one day. Felix had booked a passage for himself, Bruno, Armand and Jono for the sea crossing. A fair wind promised to speed them on their way and so it was that the four travellers set foot on territory that had become established as a little part of Britain.

As the colony was still little more than a military base at that time, the authorities were naturally suspicious of four foreigners appearing at the harbour and they were immediately placed under arrest. Under interrogation it was necessary to prove that they were not French spies. Felix had been at pains to preserve his papers throughout their travels and he was ultimately able to satisfy the interrogating officer that he was the son of a Ukrainian aristocrat and former diplomat who had served in the embassy in London. He vouched for his fellow travellers and explained how they had come from France. British intelligence was keen to learn about the new force that France was establishing in Africa as it could prove a threat to the Empire. They were granted leave to remain in the colony while Felix sorted out his financial affairs in France. Over the next few weeks, Felix was able to correspond with a notary in Paris who arranged the sale of the apartment and its contents and the transfer of the funds by banker’s draft to Felix.

With his newly replenished wealth Felix financed the passage of his group to England where they made their way to Liverpool and a ship that would take them to America and a new life. The British attitude to their sexuality was ambivalent. Whilst it was illegal to indulge in homosexual acts, it was accepted in certain circles so long as one was discrete, so discretion was their byword and it was full of hope for a golden future that the four friends set out on their last and most exciting journey to the Promised Land on America’s west coast.

oooooOOOOOooooo

‘Hmm,’ said George, ‘that was quite an adventure story.’

‘Can’t believe it was all true though,’ said Scott. ‘Anyway the author never told us how Bruno came to be lifted off the street or what happened to Rudolf. Bit of a let-down really.’

‘Aww don’t be such a grouch, it was only a story. Maybe there’s another one we can share sometime.’

‘Maybe,’ Scott said with a yawn. ‘ I'm off to bed; are you coming or are you going to sort through those manuscripts all night?’

[Kyanimal]

Let's hope George keeps sorting!

Doesn't have to be tonight, per se, though!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

I have to agree with Chaz - George is the intrepid dog w/a towel, sort - worrying it until he gets what he wants.
Here's hoping.

[Craiger]

I'm sure I must be related to Felix as they settled on the West Coast. I'm sure it was San Francisco......... Well, one can dream anyway. Fun story, Auto. I hope they find a continuance within some of those manuscripts.

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-five

“.......There was a muddle of pants and underwear around the tangle of ankles and feet and the only sound in the darkened room was that of heavy breathing and the odd groan. Flesh was pressed hard up against flesh and then a voice could be heard saying, ‘I missed you. Why did you go away?’

‘I had no choice; had I stayed he would have found me. Only now is it relatively safe for me to be here.’

‘Why are you so afraid of him?’

‘I know what he did. I am the only person who can tell the truth about him.’

There was a further spell of silence.”

It was a day later and George had turned up another manuscript from the pile. The beginning of the narrative was either missing altogether or lost somewhere in the piles of papers he had in front of him. The piece he had found so far had aroused his curiosity so he was desperate to find the earlier pages before he read any more.

‘What are you looking for now?’ Scott asked as he entered the room and spotted George on his knees searching through a mass of paper.

‘Here, read this, Scott,’ George said as he handed the section of text up to him. Scott took the papers and scanned through the opening part.

‘Now you have got me interested,’ he said. ‘Let me help you find the other part.’ Together they checked to find the start of the story and after a while Scott cried out, ‘Hey! I think I have found it!’ He handed the pages over to George who sat back on his heels and read what, all too clearly, was the beginning of the manuscript they sought. The script was entitled “Innocent Bystander”

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Innocent Bystander

Another day at the office and another bloody meeting. The work on Ray’s desk was piling up and he was desperate to get on with it. The partners were castigating the junior staff as they were regularly falling behind with work. Ray muttered to himself that if there were fewer meetings he could do more. ‘Did you have something to say, Ray,’ Don, the senior partner asked.

‘No sir, I was merely clearing my throat, I have had bit of a cold,’ Ray lied.

‘Been sucking too many cocks you mean,’ Joe who sat next to him whispered. Ray turned to look at Joe and smiled. They had a thing going and they were each as hungry as one another when it came to sucking cocks. Joe had been an intern for nearly six months while Ray had been with the firm for a year. They were very similar in appearance and had been taken for brothers when they went out clubbing together. Tall, slim with athletic bodies they would be eyed by girls at bars but their subtle approaches went unheeded as neither found girls attractive.

Joe still lived in the parental home but Ray had a small studio pad of his own and they would hang out there together longing for the day that they could afford a decent apartment between them they could share. There was a slight problem in as much as Joe had not come out to his parents and they thought that when he was out late or did not come home for the night that he had a secret girl friend and would constantly ask him to bring her home to meet them. Joe would hedge and say that the time was not yet right. He dreaded telling them the truth as his father was a blatant homophobe.

Finally the meeting came to an end and the attendees were able to go back to their desks and get on with their work. Ray had a particular job that day as he was required to serve a notice on a guy who was witness to a hit and run accident. Ray checked the address on his GPS and set out to call at the condo in a rundown part of town. The senior partner had agreed to act as prosecuting counsel on this particular case as the district attorney’s office was short staffed due to sickness. The accused was the only son of Franco Tonelli a local club owner who was a known crime baron but who had always managed to evade prosecution. His son was a spoilt brat and tearaway who had several minor convictions for motoring offences. The hit and run was a fatality and if young Luca Tonelli was found guilty he could be facing a very long jail sentence if not life.

Ray pulled up in the parking lot in front of the condo and climbed the stairs to the level where the witnessed lived. A short walk way took him to a battered front door where a small sign over the broken door bell showed the name he was seeking, Dwight Colberg. Ray knocked on the door and it swung open. He looked down the shabby hallway that opened onto a kitchen at the far end.

‘Hi! Anyone there? Mr Colberg!’ he shouted. There was no replay so he stepped in through the door and walked up to the first door, he knocked and opened it to see that the room beyond was an untidy family room. There was no one there so he walked further down the hall. The next door was slightly ajar and he could hear what sounded like a slow hand clap coming from inside. He pushed the door open wide and quickly realised that a slow hand clap was not what he was hearing. Two partly dressed men were on the bed, one on his back and the other pounding his ass. The slapping noise was that of the top guy’s lower body and upper thighs slapping on the upturned butt of the one he was fucking.

‘Hrrrmm! Excuse me...’ Ray said cautiously. The two men were too engrossed in their sex act to notice him.

‘You want something?’ a voice said barely above a whisper from behind the door. Ray turned to see a third guy holding a video camera focused on the pair on the bed.

‘Sorry to interrupt the proceedings,’ Ray gasped ‘but I am looking for Dwight Colberg.’

‘I am he. You will have to wait a couple of minutes while we finish this shot.’ Ray stood there watching the sex show and guiltily feeling a hardening in his pants. He had seen plenty of this sort of action in the Internet but this was the first time he had watched two guys at it in the flesh. The guy on his back was jerking on his cock and suddenly gasped, ‘I’m gonna cum!’ His prediction was fulfilled and the top guy pulled out, flung aside his semi-filled condom and jerked himself off over the prone body beneath him.

‘Fine! That’s in the can,’ Dwight said. ‘Now stranger what can I do for you?’

Ray was watching the guys on the bed as they lay laughing on the bed. ‘Hey stranger, you enjoy the show. How about you join us for another round?’ the top guy said provocatively as he stroked the deflating cock of his partner.

‘Errr... no thanks...’ Ray stammered blushing like a virgin. ‘I am here to hand this notice to you, Mr. Colberg.’

‘What’s this? You’re not a debt collector are you?’ Colberg said as he took the envelope from Ray’s hand.

‘No, it’s an affidavit for you to appear as a witness in a court case.’

‘Not that hit and run/ I told the cops all I saw on that day.’

‘You will be required to repeat that in court,’ Ray explained.

‘Like hell I will. That kid’s father, he will kill me first.’ Colberg replied.

‘He does not know who you are and your identity will be protected in court. You have nothing to worry about,’ Ray told him.

‘When is this trial?’

‘Like it says in the notice... next Monday,’ Ray said pointing to the relevant part of the notice.

‘Do I need a lawyer?’

‘No my boss is representing the people; he will talk you through what you have to do on the day. You need to be at the court at nine on Monday morning. Don’t be late. Anything else you want to know?’

‘Yeah... how the fuck can I get outta this?’

‘I’m afraid that’s not possible. You are a key witness and without you there is no real case against Luca Tonelli. See you in court.’ Ray turned and left before Colberg could make any more objections. He laughed to himself as he ran down the concrete stairs to his car at the thought of the amateurish porn shoot he had burst in upon. ‘Why the hell hadn’t they locked the door?’ He wondered as he felt dampness in his pants due to pre-cum dripping from his dick, ‘Glad they hadn’t in a way that was quite a turn on.’


to be continued...

[Craiger]

Why don't I ever run into such happenings........ I'm a nice guy. What has the world got against me????? Actually, I don't know what my reaction would be if I had been in Ray's position. I don't know if I would have been able to speak... This is sounding like another great manuscript, Auto. George seems to find the exciting ones and finally Scott is interested too. Let's get on with the mystery.

Craiger

[Kyanimal]

Now THAT certainly is a Good start!

However, given the portents of that first section read ...

I'm definitely "hooked", and eagerly waiting for More!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

(And, Yeah!, Craiger is indeed a nice guy! )

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-six

Ray returned to his desk back at the office and started work on the pile of files that had been allocated to him. He enjoyed his work and liked being under pressure as it helped to concentrate his mind on the task in hand. However, the pressure did nothing to wipe the memory of what he had seen at Colberg’s apartment. He had downloaded stacks of porn over the past few years and had been to some book stores that had viewing rooms but that was the first and only time he had seen gay sex ‘in the flesh’. His sexploits with the all too willing and co-operative Joe were OK but seeing those two guys performing for Dwight Colberg’s camera was something else. Aware that he was not making much progress with his work, Ray kept an eye on the clock and once it was time to leave he tidied his desk and headed for the door.

‘Hey buddy, you seem to be a rush,’ Joe said as Ray passed by him.

‘Yeah... Gotta see a guy about something...’ Ray replied.

‘I thought we might get together,’ Joe said making a suggestive wink.

‘Sorry. Maybe I’ll call you later. Depends how I get on,’ Ray said as he went out the door feeling guilty about the way he was giving his buddy the brush off. The rain that had been threatened by the weather forecasters held off and it was a fine evening as Ray walked across the parking lot. He got in his car and drove over to the condo where Colberg lived through the early home-going commuter traffic. He was hoping that there was more live action going on and that maybe he could get a slice... not that he had any intention of taking part in a movie. The drive was slowed by the evening traffic but that was all part of living in a large city and although Ray was feeling frustrated by the line of cars ahead he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. When at last he arrived at the condo he spotted several cars parked there that had not been there earlier in the day. He guessed that folks had finished work and were home again, however, one car in particular caught his eye as it was a new and expensive continental car and out of place when compared with the others parked near it.

He parked up and clambered out onto the black top to make his way over to the stairs up to Colberg’s apartment. He had decided to say that he had come back as he may have dropped his house keys there when he called earlier. A lie of course but a reasonable excuse for a return visit. As he approached the door, he saw that yet again it was open. He could hear raised voices. Someone was having an argument unless it was all part of a video scenario. Cautiously, he stepped inside and made his way along the lobby to where the sound of voices and a distinct scent of stale sex were coming from. Now that he was close the odor was more pungent and he could hear what was being said.

‘You give evidence against my boy and I will kill you, understand?’ said a man whose back was to the open bedroom door.

‘Don’t threaten me, I’ve been ordered to appear was a witness for the prosecution and face jail if I don’t attend the court. Nothing you can say can alter that. Your son will have to face up to the consequences,’ a brave faced but trembling Dwight Colberg replied. Dwight was dressed only in a crumpled pair of boxers and the bed behind him looked a mess. A large plastic replica penis and a bottle of lubricant lay amongst a number of used tissues. It looked as though Dwight may have been jerking off when he was disturbed by the middle aged guy shouting at him.

‘Like hell he will,’ the man, who was now recognised as Tonelli replied. Ray saw him strike a blow to Colberg’s head. The younger man fell and hit his head on the nightstand and lay still. Ray stepped back not wishing to be seen by Tonelli who looked down at the fallen man and the turned and make a hasty retreat from the department. Concerned for Colberg, Ray entered the bedroom and checked him. Bleeding from a large gash in his head, he appeared unconscious if not dead. His cock and balls showed through the scuffed up leg of the boxers. As Ray stepped back from the stricken man he saw that there was a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room that was focused on the bed. The camera appeared to be turned on and a red light indicated that it was recording. He quickly backed out from the room, called 911 on his cell phone and asked for an ambulance. When asked for his name he turned off the phone and ran down to his car. As he got into his car, Ray saw Tonelli pass by him in the expensive car he had spotted. Tonelli looked at Ray and Ray shivered as he realized that the man had seen enough to be able to recognize him again.

Back in his apartment, Ray sat and wondered what he should do. He had made an incognito call for the ambulance. He toyed with the idea of calling the police. He knew that he should do so but that would mean his being called as a witness should Tonelli be charged. Colberg had suffered because he was to give evidence against Tonelli’s son. Ray trembled at the thought of what Tonelli might do to him if he was to speak out against the gangster. Even in custody, Tonelli would be able to set thugs onto him; it did not bear thinking about.
Next day, Ray went into work as usual. He didn’t feel too good as he had had a pretty sleepless night. When he did nod off he dreamed he was in bed with Colberg who felt like a block of ice as he lay beside him. Their naked bodies were covered in a wet sticky substance. Ray woke with a start as in his dream he found he was covered in blood. He turned on the light and looked down at his body, it was wet but wet with sweat not blood to his great relief.

‘Hey! You OK?’ Joe asked.

‘Yeah... yeah, I guess so,’ Ray replied.

‘What happened to you last night? I thought you would phone,’ Joe said a look of disappointment and betrayal on his face.

‘Sorry man but I was kinda busy y’know. Maybe another time eh?’ Ray said apologetically as he made his way over to his desk. He worked at his files for an hour or so when the phone on his desk rang. He picked up and the voice of Karen the receptionist greeted him. ‘Ray, there are two police officers in the lobby asking to speak with you. Can you come down, please?’

Ray put the phone down and looked around the office, he felt that everyone was looking at him but no they were heads down over their computer terminals or using the phone, no one was paying him any attention. Reluctantly he stood up and walked down to the lobby.

The two men standing there stepped up to him and holding out their badges, one said. ‘Mr Askew, Raymond Askew?’ Ray nodded and stammered, ‘Yes, I am Ray Askew; how may I help you?’

‘I am Detective Gates and this is my colleague Detective Batley. We need to ask you some questions, is there somewhere we can talk in private?’ Ray led them to an interview room and they all sat down.

Gates seemed to be the lead man and he spoke asking Ray, ‘We have reason to believe that you were visiting the home of Dwight Colberg last evening.’

‘Who says that I was?’ Ray asked.

‘You were seen parking your car outside Colberg’s apartment. We obtained your name from an acquaintance of Mr. Colberg who was in his apartment when you called that morning. Ray’s mind flashed to the sight of the two men making out in front of Colberg’s camera, they must have learned who he was from Colberg after he had left. ‘Maybe I was in the vicinity,’ Ray offered. ‘Why are you asking me these questions?’

‘A call for an ambulance was made from Colberg’s apartment and it has been traced to you cell phone.’ It was Batley who ventured this information and his partner nodded his agreement. ‘You see, we can place you at the scene of the crime. However, neighbours say that they saw another man leave seconds before you ran from the apartment. Who was he?’

Ray knew that he had no alternative but to explain in detail all that had taken place. Detective Gates told him that he would have to accompany them to the precinct office to make a statement in writing. He asked Karen to let his boss know why he was leaving the office and he walked out with the two detectives and into their unmarked car to be driven to the police station.

There he learned that his presence at the apartment was recorded on the video camera Colberg had running in his bedroom. The voice of his attacker was recorded but there was no real image to show who he was. Ray confirmed that the man was in fact Franco Tonelli. The two detectives exchanged glances and smiling, Gates said ‘Gottcha!’ At last they had a strong case against the known gang leader and they had an opportunity to send him down on a murder rap. The case against the son was also water-tight as Ray was the new witness that could put Tonelli senior in the frame for killing the man who could provide the evidence needed for a conviction. Ray realized that he was in an unenviable position knowing what Tonelli was likely to do to silence him.

The statement duly typed up and signed, Ray was allowed to leave the precinct building. He went back to the office and asked to see the senior partner in order to explain that he as now a witness in the place of the deceased Colberg. Denis Bulstrode was an august man and sympathetic toward the much troubled Ray. Of course, he was not to know the true reason for Ray’s return visit to Colberg’s apartment; the excuse about lost keys had convinced the detectives and Bulstrode accepted it as well. ‘Di you find your keys?’ he asked. Ray had already answered that by telling Gates and his partner that he had discovered the keys on the floor of his car where he had dropped them. As had been his practice since childhood, Ray crossed his fingers as he repeated the lie.

Denis Bulstrode assured ray that he had nothing to worry about. Tonelli would not dare to move against him as he was already in too much trouble over the case against his son and the subsequent death of the only witness to the RTA in which Luca Tonelli was involved. Ray went home and double locked his door having bought enough food to last him until the trial day on Monday. Several times his land line phone rang and each time there was no one there when he picked up the receiver. He saw this as a threat from Tonelli. Monday came and he duly appeared in court to back the case against Luca. They young man was sentenced to seventeen years in a high security prison. Ray was free to go but reminded that he was required as a witness in the trial of Tonelli senior.

That night as he lay in bed dreading what the future might hold for him, Ray had another phone call this time there was a voice that warned him that if he was to speak against Franco Tonelli he would be dead meat. It was then that Ray decided that he would leave town and go into hiding until Tonelli’s trial date.

to be continued

[DonQuixote]

Auto,
I started to read your previous post a couple of times, but sleepiness got the better of me - been a week of "no rest for the wicked - or weary", as the case may be.

Interesting turns of events. Witnesses to murder and mayhem and general intrigue in the M-o-M sex department, too.

[Kyanimal]

Ray's decision to "Evaporate" is the best decision to be made.

The only question is, how effective/thorough can he be about it? And, will he be in time?

I'm eagerly looking forward to having my suspense suspended!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Craiger]

Come to think about it, I don't want to follow Ray's morning escapade. Look where it got him. Just because he wanted to see some live sex......no way, Jose. I will remain in my monastery cell, counting my beads........... Poor Ray! Where is he to hide?

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-seven

Aware that s many aspects of modern living provided the means whereby individuals may be located, Ray decided to leave his cell phone at home, he disconnected the GPS device in his car and he made a maximum withdrawal from his bank account with his Visa card before he left town. He had to manage with cash, not daring to use plastic as that would show where he was to anyone who was looking for him for whatever reason. Lastly, he had to change his appearance. His normally short hair was easy to deal with; he bought – with cash so no one would know – hair dye so that his normally brown hair would be black. He had speed cop style reflector sun glasses and denim clothing helped him merge into a background of everyday look-alikes. He took a risk with the registration plates on his car but where he was going he could hide the car and not use it once he was settled. He was obliged to stay incognito and off the radar for exactly one month and two weeks before having to appear at Tonelli’s trial.

The drive to an obscure spot in the mountains took most of the day and the cabin he rented (again with cash) stood apart from the other little log houses that in season were rented by folks who wanted to hunt and fish or merely ride their bikes over the wild terrain. Using a false name and address when booking in with the rental company, Ray felt he was safe. All he had to do was wait. At first it was not easy. Every time he heard a vehicle start or stop he ran to the window of the cabin to ensure that it was not someone approaching him. However, after the first week he began to relax and enjoy his surroundings. He walked around the lake, he read books, even wrote a little. He had always wanted to write an autobiography. He knew it would be of little interest to anyone as he was a nobody but it was fun writing down his early memories of growing up and putting on paper some of his anxieties about his sexuality.

The days passed peacefully and Ray had changed his appearance still further by allowing is beard to grow and his time spent in the open meant the exposure to the elements gave him a color that was shades darker than the pale features of an office worker-cum-city-dweller. The regular exercise trimmed him down and put a fresh spring in his step. His only link with the outside world was small portable radio and it acted as his calendar. He began to feel anxious once more as the day of the court hearing approached but he remained confident that he was unrecognisable. With just one day to go, he drove back to the city and rather than go home he booked into a motel. From there he phoned Denis Bulstrode.

‘Just to let you know I am ready to go to court tomorrow,’ he said.

‘Thank God!’ Bulstrode replied. ‘We thought you had been kidnapped or killed by Tonelli’s men as you had disappeared. Where the hell have you been?’

‘Let’s just say I went to ground. I may yet have to use my hideaway, so I am not prepared to divulge its whereabouts to anyone,’ Ray replied. ‘See you in court tomorrow.’

His next act was to phone Joe and invite him round to his apartment. There was some truth in the adage that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. During his stay at his hideout, Ray missed Joe’s companionship and was eager to get back with him. Joe seemed just as keen and he questioned Ray wanting to know why he had vanished.

‘Come round and I will explain, no point in wasting time on the phone, I have to be up early tomorrow for the Tonelli trial,’ Ray told Joe.

‘Man, am I pleased to see you?’ Ray said as he let Joe into the apartment.

‘Me likewise,’ Joe said as they fell into one another’s arms. They hurried to the bedroom and in seconds there was a muddle of pants and underwear around the tangle of ankles and feet and the only sound in the darkened room was that of heavy breathing and the odd groan. Flesh was pressed hard up against flesh and then a voice could be heard saying, ‘I missed you. Why did you go away?’

‘I had no choice; had I stayed he would have found me. Only now is it relatively safe for me to be here.’

‘Why are you so afraid of him?’

‘I know what he did. I am the only person who can tell the truth about him.’

There was a further spell of silence.

The trial did not last long. The video evidence coupled with Ray’s eye witness account made the proceedings a virtual open and shut case. Ray had maintained his changed appearance so that when he was confronted by a mass of photographers as he left the court room the pictures that appeared on TV and in the papers bore no resemblance to him once he got home and shaved his beard. A visit to the barber shop finalised the change but he could not hide the tan on his face or the new spring in his step.

The gang leader had accepted his fate as had his wayward son. With them both behind bars their erstwhile cohorts swapped their allegiance to other criminal fraternities and so Ray was safe to return to his work and old haunts.

‘All’s well that ends well!’ George said to Scott as they put aside this latest tale in their collection.

‘It certainly turned out OK for Ray, he was lucky. I would have thought that Tonelli would have got to him but it just goes to show that some crooks are not quite as powerful as they are made out to be.’ Scott observed.

‘It’s just a story!’ George said, ‘I doubt that there is any truth in it... just fiction.’

[Kyanimal]

Good going, Ray!

And, was that just fiction? Hmmmm ....

THANK YOU!, for another Great story, Auto!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Craiger]

I agree with Chaz, there is a bit of mysteriousness to George's, "I doubt that there is any truth in it... just fiction." Dig deeper in the manuscripts, there may be more to this story......

Craiger

[DonQuixote]

On to the Newspaper vaults to check out the archived stories.

[Autolycus]

‘Hey, this script doesn’t look as old as the others,’ Scott said as he picked through the remaining papers in the pile that George had been cherishing ever since he brought them back to Gledhill House. George walked over to see what Scott had found.

‘You’re right, it is different from the others, more like a draft for a blog or true life confession, read it out to me, pretend you are the guy who wrote it,’ George replied with an anticipatory smile lighting his face. The two guys sat back side by side on the couch and Scott cleared his throat before beginning to read...

The plane was on time as it glided over the city and came in to land. A voice came over the intercom saying ‘Welcome to LAX. Local time is 15.30; the weather is fine and the temperature in the high seventies. Please stay in your seats until we have finished taxiing to the terminal. Please keep your seat belts on until the Captain turns off the seat belt warning light. Thank you for flying with us. The Captain and crew wish you a safe onward journey.’ Once the plane had come to a standstill there was the usual rush as people opened the overhead lockers and started to haul down their luggage. Then began the slow process to the door where the cabin stewards stood smiling sweetly and saying good-bye to each and every passenger as they stumbled on cramped legs through to passport control and baggage reclaim. I grabbed a cart and stood in the crush by the carousel waiting for my bag to appear. This guy stood opposite me, I had seen him on the flight when he made his way to the washroom. He was about six foot, slim build with a crop of short cut dark hair and a three day beard. Dressed in jeans and a cowboy style leather jacket he looked hot. He caught my eye and winked in a kindly fashion. Just then my bag came by, I stopped to haul it onto my cart and when I looked up he was gone.

I made my way through the arrivals lounge and hopped on the bus that would take me to the Hertz car rental office, there I picked up my Dodge compact and set off along Lincoln Boulevard in the direction of Santa Monica. I had a hotel reservation on Pico Boulevard not far from the ocean. This was my first time in California and like a zillion other hopefuls I was looking to find work in the movies. Fresh out of university where I had studied drama and acting, I had been assured that with my handsome good looks and youth on my side, I should make it. How many others had been told that I wondered? But my motto was if you don’t ask, you don’t get and if you don’t try you may as well roll over and die.

My hotel room was basic but clean and if I stood on a chair, I had a sideways view of the ocean but I was not here to look at the sea. I unpacked my few belongings and plugged in my lap top as the battery needed a charge. My next move was to take a shower after which I lay on the bed and in no time I was sleeping like a babe – I guess travel by air is far from relaxing and that was why I was tired. There was the question of the time zone too I guess. When I woke I was feeling as horny as hell and so I went over to my laptop with the idea of seeking out some porn to jerk off to. Then I had the thought, I as in a new city – well new to me – and there may be some guys on line that were feeling much like myself, so I checked out some dating sites. On one I found a guy who looked strangely familiar, so I picked up my cell and rang the number that accompanied his entry on the site. The phone rang out for quite some time and I was just about to ring off when a voice said, ‘Hi! Matt here, who’s that?’

‘Er... Hi! I’m Jon. I caught your entry on the Internet dating line and wondered if you would care to hook up sometime?’

‘Oh... I forgot about that. When you say sometime, when do you have in mind?’ Matt replied.

‘Whenever suits you... are you free just now?’

‘I was watching TV... nothing special... I’ve just got back from a trip... but no, I’m free I guess. Where are you?’

I gave him my hotel address and room number.

‘Hey that’s just a few blocks from me, he said. ‘You would seem to be looking for some fun. Tell you what, get naked and use a belt or something to tie your hands behind your back. Get on your bed, face down, ass to the door which you will have left unlocked and I will be there in 10.’ Matt replied and immediately rang off.

I thought about what he had said and began to have second thoughts. He was a complete stranger, I could be putting myself in danger – he wanted me tied up – was he merely going to rob me or what? Then I thought he had published his phone number, he could be traced, so it seems unlikely that he was a crook pf some kind. I was as horny as hell and he said ten minutes, I did not have much time to spare if I was to be ready for him so I followed his instructions and was in place when the door opened slowly. From my position, I could see someone open the door, step inside and close it. I heard the lock snap in place but all I could see of the guy was his legs encased in stone washed Levis. He did not speak as he approached the bed and I felt his hands brush the cheeks of my butt. They were cool and smooth. My only view of him was from between my legs. I could hear the rattle of a belt buckle and the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being pulled down. I saw his Levis drop and had a glimpse of white briefs that appeared to cover a neat bulge.

‘Hi!’ I said.

‘Silence!’ he replied and I felt a hand slap my butt, hard but not too hard. ‘I did not give you permission to speak!’

His hands spread my butt cheeks and I felt his breath on me as he bent down to take what I guessed must be a close look at my hole.

‘When did you last clean up?’ he asked. I told him about my shower and he seemed content as his next move was to run his tongue around my hole and up and down my crack. My dick was hard and dripping pre-cum on the bed comforter. As he began to probe my hole with his tongue he grabbed hold of my dick and balls in one hand and gripped them tightly. I was trembling from head to foot, the situation was so stimulating. I could not wait for him to make hisnext move!

I did not have to wait long. The next sound I heard was the tearing of what could only be the wrapper on a condom. He made a sighing noise as he rolled it on his cock, something I could only glimpse as I looked back through my legs to where he was standing behind me.

‘Are you ready for this?’ he asked as he slapped my butt cheeks with the flat of his hand.

‘Yes, Oh yes!’ I replied.

‘Yes what?’ he demanded.

‘Yes sir!’ I replied eagerly.

His hard, long cock slowly but surely entered my hole. He must have used some kind of lubricant as the penetration was easy and not uncomfortable. This man knew how to please a guy and he sure was pleasing me! His cock was firm and it probed my ass with fortitude! My God the feeling was out of this world. All too soon it was over... I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated his load into the condom he wore. To my great dismay he pulled out and said, ‘Do not look up. I will leave instructions on the credenza; you will follow them to the letter. Do not watch me leave.’

‘Do I have to pay you for your services?’ I asked, keeping my head down and not looking at him.

‘The instructions I leave you are all you have to concern yourself with,’ he replied as I heard him pull up his pants and zip them up. Next I heard the door open and close. I waited a few seconds and then looked up. He was gone. I struggled free of the belt I had used to restrain my hands behind my back and went over to the credenza. I opened the envelope he had left there and it contained slip of paper with a phone number. “Ring at exactly six-forty-five tomorrow and as I told you follow my instructions to the letter,” the note said.

The next day was spent knocking on doors as I tried to find work as an actor. Some folks merely gave me the brush off while others took down details and said they would ring me if and when anything came up. “We’ll ring you, don’t ring us,” was the main message. All the while I was waiting with anticipation for the time to arrive for me to make that phone call. At last the appointed time arrived and I rang the number. He answered after the third pulse of the tone. He gave me the directions to a hotel room three blocks or so from my own. ‘You will find me in the same position as I found you, the door will be unlocked. Secure it once you have entered my room. Drop your pants and do to me exactly what I did to you. Do not try to look at my face. Failure to proceed exactly as you are told or if you fail to do exactly what I did to you will mean that our liaison is at an end and you will owe me $500. Be here at seven thirty on the dot!’

Before I could say anything, he had rung off leaving me breathless at the thought of what was to come. Could I be sure to repeat his actions to the letter? I really wondered and as the time approached for me to make my way down the road to his hotel, I replayed all that had occurred in my mind. Checking my watch, I set out for his hotel. I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. His room number was 310 – same as mine in the hotel where I was staying. Was this coincidence or pre-planned I wondered. This guy was certainly fanatic for detail! The door was standing ajar and I went in and closed it behind me. He was on the bed, stark naked and in the same position I he had instructed me to be, his hands bound behind his back with a brown leather strap.

Saying nothing, I stepped up to the bed to take my position behind him spread his cheeks and slapped his ass just as he had done to me. I dropped my pants put on a condom and with my cock as hard as ever it had been slowly penetrated his ass. He made appreciative groans and rocked back and forth on my dick as I pounded his tight ass. All the while I was wondering whether I was conforming to his instructions. I was not only having to concentrate on what I was doing to him but having to play over in my mind what he had done to me. The mental effort made me oblivious to the passing of time. Was I fucking him for longer or less time than he took to cum? I could not be certain but then I felt my climax begin to build and I had difficulty not to collapse on top of him as I came with such force that I feared losing my balance.

He knew instinctively that I had spent my load and he gasped as he told me that fresh instructions were on the credenza for me to take when I left. I was not to look at him or look back. I could not help but think that this whole situation was bordering on weird but it was so sensual that I could not resist following his orders. As I walked back to my hotel with his instructions, which this time were contained in a small parcel I thought about his divinely sculptured butt, pale with a light covering of hair, firm and muscular while his hole fit my cock in such a way as to give me the most satisfying experience I had ever encountered while topping another guy.

Back in my room I did not wait to take a shower before opening the parcel. In it I discovered a black rubber mask that would fit over my head, covering it entirely from top to chin. A hole for my nose and a slit for my mouth were the only openings, so wearing it I would be as good as blind. A note told me to be naked flat on my back on my bed wearing the mask at seven o’clock the following evening. I showered, dressed and went out to get supper at a nearby diner. My head was buzzing with thoughts as to what the next evening would bring. The waiter when he brought my coffee and sandwich looked concerned.

‘You OK?’ he asked.

‘What?’ I asked. ‘Oh, yes... sorry. I was deep in thought,’ I replied.

‘Fine, only you looked as though you were anywhere but here... like on another planet!’ he exclaimed.

‘I’m beginning to wonder that myself,’ I replied. He smiled at me and walked back toward the kitchen area and I fell to eating my sandwich and drinking the coffee. He stood for a while looking in my direction and I thought that maybe on another occasion I may have made a move on him. But my mind was too full of my mystery fuck buddy. I could not complicate my life with another guy despite his attractive appearance and unspoken possibility.

Somehow I got through the night and the following day. Seven o’clock approached at last and I was naked on my bed with my head shrouded in the black rubber mask that not only prevented me from seeing anything but as it cover my ears, I could not hear too well. My first indication that he was in the room was when I felt his fingers brush down my torso toward my pelvis and his hand gently moving my limp cock form side to side as though he was appraising it. Suddenly felt something cold and wet on my cock, he had tipped some lubricant on it and now he was gripping my shaft in his fist and jerking me to an erection. I felt movement of the bed as he climbed onto it and lay beside me all the while gently jerking on my cock. Blind to what was happening I felt further movement on the bed and something prodding at my mouth that was accommodated by the slit in the mask. Mt nose was regaled with the scent of manly musk and I deduced that he was straddling me and that it was his cock that was poised over my mouth. Despite the restriction of the mask I was able to take the knob between my lips and his cock slid into my mouth. At the same time I felt my cock slide into his mouth confirming that we were head to tail and we were in a sixty-nine coupling.

I almost choked when he eventually came in my mouth, his load was huge and his cock had ejected it with a considerable amount of thrust. As I gasped for air, I felt my own wad hit the back of his throat as though of was an act of reprisal. He rolled off me and I could feel him moving round so that we were head to head. Throughout this encounter my hands had been unrestricted unlike during our first session on my hotel bed and I had been able to feel his body, its contours fresh in my mind from the second meeting in his room. How I longed to see it and see his face but I dared not ask. I had to feel that he as in charge lest he would leave and I would not meet with him again.
His hands were all over my body and I trembled under his caressing touch. Then I felt him pull of the mask and I blinked as my eyes grew accustomed to the light. For the first time I was able to look up into his face and it was then that I realized why he had looked familiar in the photo on the computer screen. I t was the guy I had seen wink at me across the baggage carousel at the air port!

'Does it end there?' Scott asked.

'Afraid it does,' George replied. 'I never had an experience like that!'

'You/ve been using thew wrong airports all your life!' Scott laughed.

[Kyanimal]

Yet another "Great Read", Auto!

Though I might not be quite as Adventurous, nor as Trusting, as the young man in the story, I found his "tale" quite Thrilling, as "Cowboy" apparently did, too!

I'm sincerely hoping that George, and Scott, have quite a few MANuscripts, and future guests, yet to cum!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

Auto,
This was an exciting tale, to be sure.
I don't know if I would be as brave as our protagonist to leave my door open while Lying face down, naked, arse up, and bound.

The kink factor is certainly erotic, no question.
I've traveled only with business associates, so such encounters have not been available.
More, sir, more!

[Craiger]

I have to agree with my partners in crime... I doubt if I would be able to be that brave. It certainly sounds erotic and sensuous happening to another though. I guess that leaves me somewhat in the voyeur category. I'll just watch, please........ Thanks, Auto, for another exciting story.

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Glad to see you enjoyed that little fantasy! One of the joys of fiction is that it take take us into the realms of the impossible and the unlikely while feeding our inner most desires.

Personally, I seldom see handsome guys in baggage reclaim - too busy concentrating on the possible loss of or damage to my suitcase!

[DonQuixote]

Most of the air travel I've done was for work - and involved carry ons more than check outs, errr, check ins, yeah, check ins, lol.

[Craiger]

Not me! I'm at the luggage carousels all the time. Waiting and watching for my Prince Charming to appear. Hasn't happened so far, but there's still time..................

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Most of the air travel I've done was for work - and involved carry ons more than check outs, errr, check ins, yeah, check ins, lol.

Confused? You Check in luggage and check out fellow passengers lol!

[Autolycus]

George was feeling bored and so he turned to the collection of manuscripts again, hoping to find a story that would entertain him. Having found one that showed some degree of promise, he settled down to read it...

Traveling Companions

At last we were under way again. An accident had blocked the freeway for over three hours and everyone on the bus was feeling tired and irritable but they did manage to raise a half hearted cheer as the police who had been holding up the long line of traffic signalled us on. I had been out of town on a secondment to a small branch of the company for which I worked. I chose to travel by bus as the railway did not take me near to my destination and although I could have driven by car, I hate long distance driving as it plays havoc with my eyes, especially at night when I am being dazzled by oncoming headlights. The bus had been due into the depot at eight-thirty that evening as things were going, we would be lucky to be there by midnight.

The bus was pretty full and the folks on board had been quiet as we left on our journey. When we slowed to an unscheduled stop people started to open up and soon conversation was buzzing with questions about the reason for the stoppage. It was all good humoured stuff at the beginning. Tempers started to fray as the time dragged and the atmosphere on board got more and more heavy, sticky and warm. The driver apologised for the fact that he could not run the AC all the while and things did improve for the short spells when he did turn on the engine and allow the air to clear and cool. My travelling companion sat next to me had been quietly reading for most of the time and had nothing to say. A glance at his book told me that he was most likely a university student. I put his age at around twenty – some five years younger than myself, I guessed. His knees were hard up against the seat in front, so I put his height at around six-three. I was six feet tall and only just comfortable in the seat. I got a glance at him as he came onto the bus and took in his shaggy fair hair and bearded face – a beard that was just too thick to be called designer stubble. His black t-shirt was loose but the short sleeves exposed tanned, muscular arms giving the impression that he was in overall good condition. His long legs were encased in stone washed jeans and he had shoved a small back pack up into the luggage rack above our seat.

He had said, ‘Hi!’ as he settled beside me and before opening his book. That was the summation of our conversation. He had said nothing throughout the time we had been delayed but as we approached our destination he kept consulting his watch and muttering to himself. Then he got up and went to speak to the driver. When he returned he said, ‘The driver reckons we should reach the depot by eleven-fifty given a minute or two, I just hope he is right.’

‘Are you expecting someone to meet you?’ I asked, pleased that the silence between us had been broken.

‘No, I have to catch the bus that will take me home. The last one pulls out at mid-night.’ Taking a further look at his watch, he re-opened his book and started to read again.

For whatever reason, the final leg of our journey seemed to be taking longer than expected and despite the driver’s estimated arrival time we were drawing to stop at a fraction of a minute before twelve. My companion leapt to his feet and grabbed his back pack and headed for the door. We were sat about half way down the bus and other people had already got to their feet and were grabbing bags or putting on coats, blocking the aisle. There were angry comments as the student apologised and asked to be let through. I followed and he was running toward a bus that was about to disappear onto the road as I stepped down from the bus.

‘Awe fuck!’ I heard him exclaim as he came to a stop and accepted the fact that he had missed his connection. I wandered over to him and asked if there was anything I could do to help.

‘I have no alternative but to wait until tomorrow,’ he said.

‘Too far for a taxi?’ I asked.

‘Yeah,’ he replied. ‘I’ll have to camp out here in the waiting room until the first bus which will be about ten tomorrow morning. The service is not that good. That what comes of my folks living so far out in the country.’

He looked quite miserable standing there with the prospect of a chilly night on a hard wooden bench. There were no prospects of food or drink apart from chips and candies from a machine and so the prospects for his overnight stay looked grim.

‘Tell you what,’ I said. ‘I live within walking distance and you are welcome to come to spend the night at my place.’

‘I could not impose on you,’ he said.

‘Nonsense,’ I replied. ‘You will be more than welcome and if like me you could do with something to eat, I can rustle up a meal and either a coffee or a beer. What do you say?’

‘If’n it’s no trouble, your offer is most welcome and I can pay you for whatever the chow costs.’

‘Come on,’ I said leading the way. ‘No need to think about paying. I am in work, so I can afford to be hospitable; I guess your funds are tight if you are at Uni?’

‘You can say that again,’ he replied. ‘I have a part time job to help with my expenses but the bus fare put quite a hole in my funds.’

‘My name is Parish, Bill Parish,’ I said.

‘I’m Nick Blain, pleased to meet you,’ he replied. ‘Or perhaps i should say glad to meet you.

He became quite chatty as we walked along and I soon learned that he was at University and was going home for a few days as his parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and there was to be a family gathering. He had an older half brother and half sister, his father having been married before he met Nick’s mother. His dad’s first wife had died as a result of complications after the birth of his half sister. Both were married and had children of their own, so the farm house was going to be full.

After we had arrived at my apartment, I prepared a quick, albeit late, supper and then made up a bed in the spare room for Nick. We said our goodnights and went to our separate rooms. I lay for a while thinking about the handsome guy who was sleeping just the other side of the wall and imagined what it would be like to creep into the sack with him. He had given no hint that such a course of action would be welcome and so I turned over and went to sleep.

It was almost eight o’clock when I awoke next morning to the sound of the shower from the bathroom. I was confused at first and wondered why the water should be running and then I remembered that I was hosting a guest. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom door which was slightly ajar. ‘Hi! Nick,’ I called out ‘fancy eggs and bacon for breakfast?’

‘Oh... Good morning! Yes, that would be great if it’s not too much trouble,’ he replied.

‘No problem,’ I said and I went into the kitchen and started to fry the bacon and scramble the eggs. Soon the coffee was ready and Nick appeared dressed and looking fresh, his hair still damp and flat to his head.

‘Sleep well?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I went out like a light. I can’t thank you enough for coming to my rescue last night.’

‘Only too pleased,’ I replied as I set a plate of eggs and bacon on the table for him. ‘Coffee?’ I asked.

‘Please,’ he said holding out the mug I had set for him. We sat and ate our breakfast as though it was our usual morning ritual. Although we had only met the day before, we were at ease in each other’s company as though we had been friends for ages. All too soon, it was time for Nick to go for his bus. I offered to drive him down to the bus depot but he said it was not far and he was happy to walk. Before he left he asked for my telephone number. ‘I’d like to keep in touch,’ he said. Then he was gone. I sighed; his departure left me with an empty feeling but I busied myself clearing up our breakfast things and set off for work where I would have to make my excuses for being late.

The days passed and I began to forget all about Nick until early one evening my phone rang and it was him. ‘Hi! Can I come over and visit?’ he asked.

‘Yes, sure! When can I expect you?’ I asked.

[Kyanimal]

Oh, sure! You just HAD to stop it there, didn't you?

Butt, I'm guessing that means More!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

Ah, yes, an intriguing place to stop this vignette.

To quote a certain orphan "Could I have some more, please, Sir?"

[Craiger]

Auto's almost as good at cliffhangers as some of our other distinguished authors.... Nice thing though is he always continues. And, Auto, this sound really interesting. I'd love to be in Bill's place about to host a bearded student... Nick probably got tired of all the celebration on the "farm" in the country.... But you know those country boys

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Part Two

I walked the short distance to the bus depot and sat on a bench waiting for Nick’s bus to arrive. I had checked with the bus company office before leaving home to make sure that the bus would be on time and understood that it would be. Sure enough it was and soon passengers were spilling out onto the concourse. At first I could not see Nick but then he appeared. He was looking out for me and as we made eye contact he greeted me with a wave and a smile to die for. Nick looked even better than I had remembered and he surprised me with a man hug.

‘You seem to be in good spirits,’ I said as I started to lead him in the direction of home.

‘Glad to be away from my family,’ he said. ‘They have been giving me a hard time.’

‘Why’s that?’ I asked.

‘I told my Dad that I was gay and he hit the roof. My Mom was in tears and as for the all the others they treated me like I was some sort of leper and demanded I stay away from their kids. I always thought they were reasonable people up until now.’

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘That’s real hard.’

‘What happened when you came out to your folks?’ he asked. The directness of his question gave me pause for thought. We had not discussed sexuality when he stopped over at my place and there was nothing obvious in the apartment that would give a clue, or at least I thought not.

‘As a matter of interest, what gives you the idea that I may have had to come out to my folks?’

‘I don’t know really... maybe the way you look me in the eye. Whatever...My gaydar seldom let’s me down,’ Nick said.

‘Ha-ha! I didn’t think I was that obvious. My folks were OK about it I guess. I told them around the time I was quitting high school. Mom said that she had thought as much for long before that time and had discussed the possibility with my dad. They are both open minded individuals, in fact my dad has three brothers the youngest being gay and so my admission was not so difficult to make.’

‘You’re one lucky guy!’ Nick exclaimed as we approached the entrance to the condo where I lived. ‘I hope you do not mind my asking to impose on you. I shall have to get back to the campus in a couple of days and frankly had nowhere else to go in the meantime.’

‘Hell no, you are most welcome. I don’t have too many friends outside of work and my folks live on the other side of the country, so I’m pretty much on my own here.’ We made our way up to my apartment and I left him to settle his stuff in the spare room.

‘Have you eaten?’ I asked.

‘Not since breakfast and then it was not much as even my Mom seemed unwilling to delay my departure. I think she was afraid of my Dad as much as anything; he is a strong character who is very much master in the house.’

‘Ok, then. We can go to a restaurant I use quite often. They serve good food at a reasonable cost and if you are happy with that, I’ll just give them a ring and check that a table is available.’

‘Sounds good to me,’ Nick replied.

I phoned the restaurant and yes, they had a table and I agreed we’d be there in forty-five minutes. That gave us both time for a wash and change of clothes. Nick and I were about the same size and as he did not have a lean shirt I offered to lend him one. He came into my room to choose one from the closet while I used my connecting bathroom.

‘You have quite a collection here,’ he called out.

‘One of my hobbies,’ I laughed as I dried my face and hands. I walked back into my room and joined him at the closet as he flicked through the rail. I picked one and held it up for him to see.

‘This would suit you,’ I suggested.

‘You’re right! That is a mighty fine and colourful shirt,’ he said stripping off the one he was wearing and putting on the one I offered to him. It was new; I had not yet worn it myself and had been keeping it for a special occasion. Maybe this was the special occasion, I thought to myself. Not quite the occasion I may have anticipated but none the less a very promising one.

Spruced up and feeling hungry we set out for the restaurant. The place was busy, so we were lucky to get a table at such short notice but then I did know the MD and it was he who welcomed us as we strode in. He cast an appreciative eye over my companion and whispered in my ear, ‘Who’s the lucky guy tonight?’ Morris knew I was gay and the whole world knew Morris was gay. I was uncertain as to whom he was referring, whether he thought that I was going to be lucky or Nick. Either way Lady Luck seemed to be smiling on us.

It was half way through the meal that Nick dropped the bombshell. He had a partner called Russ and Russ was due in town to catch the same bus in the morning. Would I mind if he stayed over as well.

‘You say this err... Russ is your partner?’

‘Not really as such. Nothing formal between us you know... I wasn’t quite sure how to refer to him. He’s a guy I have known like forever... Fuck-buddy is perhaps the best way to describe Russ. When either is us get real horny and have no other outlet... well, we’re there for each other,’ Nick explained as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world to expect a comparative stranger to accommodate them at the drop of a hat. The more I got to know about Nick the less I felt I knew him.

‘I hope you don’t mind but I gave him your address and he will meet me there in about...’ at this point Nick consulted his watch. ‘Yep... in about one hour from now. Don’t worry about us we shall be happy to share a bed and won’t give you any trouble.’ Nick said giving me one of his most winning smiles.

Almost choking on my food before I could give him any kind of answer, it dawned on me that I was being taken for granted and short of telling Nick to sling his hook, there was nothing I could do but to accept the situation as it was presented to me. After all it was just one night and it was probable that I would see neither hide nor hair of either of them again. I spent the rest of the meal wondering just what this Russ character would be like.

It was not long before I found out. We left the restaurant as Morris gave me a knowing wink and a kiss blown in my direction... he had so misread the signs! A strained silence befell us as we walked up the road toward the condo. From a distance I could see someone standing outside the entrance to the building. As we got nearer I was astonished to see a young man of about Nick’s age who was dressed almost as though he was kitted out to appear in a sequel to Robin Hood and I refer to the old Errol Flynn version not the more gritty Kevin Costner characterization!

Nick ran toward him and greeted him with a hug. ‘Hey Russ...Good to see you man!’ he exclaimed. ‘Meet Bill. He’s kindly agreed to be our host for the night.’ Russ turned his gaze on me and smiled a smile that lit up his bright blue eyes in a winning way. I took his hand and shook it while looking down at his pants that were more like tights, stuffed into the tops of a pair of floppy light brown leather boots. His upper body was encased in what looked like a length of rough grey blanket that fell open to reveal a leather jerkin beneath. My immediate thought was to get him off the sidewalk as quickly as possible as I did not want my neighbors to think I was holding an all night fancy dress party.

With Nick and Russ ensconced on my couch catching up on their news I wandered half in a daze into the kitchen and got three beers from the cooler. I had half anticipated Russ opting for something less manly than a beer as he was probably the most effeminate man I had ever had the pleasure (or otherwise) of meeting. Nick and he were chalk and cheese. Russ was a giggler and his high pitched giggle soon began to jar on my nerves. I finished my beer and made my excuses saying that I had to make an early start for work next morning. ‘You know where to find everything?’ I said to Nick and bade both guests good night. As I lay in bed I reflected on the fact that I had been a poor host by going off and leaving them as I did but apart from Russ’ incessant giggling I was frustrated by the fact that my anticipation of night of pleasure with Nick had come to naught.

As I tossed and turned in my bed unable to sleep I heard the sounds of them going to the bathroom in turns and then the unmistakable sounds of them enjoying each other in their shared bed. Their love making went on for what seemed like hours and finally there was a silence that comes only from exhausted lovers as the slept off their satisfactory exhaustion. My own frustration finally wore me down and I too dozed off to be awakened all too soon by the raucous sound of my alarm clock. I clambered from my lonely bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The hot water splashing over my body was the best thing that had happened to me since I had that phone call from Nick. I reached for the soap and as I did, I felt a hand on my shoulder...

to be continued...

[Kyanimal]

Oh! THAT certainly didn't go as wished for! It was even worse than Nothing!

However, as usual, you've left us with another glimmer of Hope!

Is someone going to be late for work?

Eagerly awaiting More!

All reasons to ... no matter what ...

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

Hmmmm,
Is it time for the boys to pay their host for their accomodations?

A twisted tale of cock and tail, to be sure.

[Craiger]

After a night of frustration and lost hope, Bill's life seems about to change... will it be Nick or will it be Russ..... only the cliffhanger knows...................Auto, you big tease. Do you want all of us to go to bed like Bill, frustrated? Well, it worked But, I know you are really kind at heart and will not keep us in suspense longer than necessary...

Craiger

[Autolycus]

Part Three

The unexpected touch made me jump. The hand moved down my back from my shoulder to my waist and I turned to see who it s that had joined me in the shower. I had expected it to be Nick – or rather, I had hoped it would be Nick but it was Russ. He looked so different without those ridiculous clothes and when he spoke it was with a voice that was far from the prissy tones I had heard him using the night before.

‘Time to pay for my accommodation,’ he said in a husky whisper and he knelt down and took my soft cock between his lips. His hands caressed my balls as he sucked and in no time I was hard and thoroughly enjoying what he was doing for me. The warm water continued to slash down on us as we stood in the jet stream. I looked down and could not help but admire the firm body of this surprising individual. Pushing his wet fringe from his eyes he looked up at me through the spray and winked. I could see that he was getting as much of a thrill as I and I smiled back at him. His arrival was such a surprise that I was completely speechless although I started to groan and say, ‘Oh yes... fuck yes!’ as he took the entire length of my cock deep into his throat. I had had blow jobs in the past but this one was something else, this guy certainly knew how to give pleasure with a capital P! It was not too long before I felt myself start to cum. I expected him to back off but no, he continued and I began to shoot my load in his open mouth. He held it and stood to kiss me, passing my wad from his lips to mine before he took it back and swallowed it in its entirety.

‘How would you like to suck my dick?’ Russ asked in a voice that had lost every trace of effeminacy. I could not resist. His body was firm and athletic in build and his uncut cock must have been all of ten inches and quite thick. It going to be quite a challenge but one to which I was happy to rise. He lent back against the tiled wall of the shower, his up-curved cock willing me to take it in. I knelt and grabbed his shaft with my right hand. With my left I cupped his low hanging balls feeling them like two firm plums in their shaven sac. As I sucked his cock I became aware of movement outside the shower. I reached out and wiped the condensation from the glass screen so that I could better see what was beyond.

I suppose I half expected to see Nick standing there, cock in hand wanting to join us. Nick was there but fully dressed and looking angrily at the pair of us as we cavorted in the wet and steam. He turned and left the bathroom, not that he had really come in much further than the doorway. My enthusiasm for dick sucking waned and Russ, aware of the change that had suddenly occurred lost his erection. We cleaned up and quickly dried ourselves and went our separate ways to get dressed. There was a silence around the breakfast table that could be cut with a knife. The atmosphere was what it must be like when a wife finds her husband in bed with her sister or best friend and nothing short of a very unpleasant divorce is anticipated.

My need to get to work was pressing so I asked Nick to lock up as they went to catch their bus. We mumbled our goodbyes and I left. The day dragged. I had been so full of excited ideas of a night with Nick after he’d called to ask to stay, now I told myself, I shall never see him again. I am sure that my colleagues were wondering why I was in such a foul mood, two or three actually asked if I was feeling unwell. Finally five o’clock came round and I packed up my papers on my desk and hurried down to the parking lot to my car. The drive home was slow due to the rush hour traffic and my vision blurred by stupid angry tears. I almost ran into another car and was regaled with a finger sign from a couple of other drivers. I pulled into the parking lot behind the condo and crossed to the entrance. My jaw dropped when I saw Nick standing there... alone.

‘What are you doing here, I thought you had gone?’ I said brushing the wet tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand.

‘I got off the bus just as it was starting up. That way I was sure that Russ was not going to follow me.’ Nick replied.

‘But what about university; surely you need to get back?’ I asked.

‘I can miss a day or so, I don’t have any important lectures scheduled. I wanted to make things right between us.’ Nick smiled.

We went inside and sat side by side on the couch. ‘I was wrong to impose Russ on you like that. I had wanted us to have that time together. I really like you and wanted things to go slowly so that we were both sure of what we were doing, I got the impression that you fancy me but I didn’t want to make a move that could spoil things between us... and then Russ threw a spanner in the works. I didn’t want him to fuck me last night but he can be dominant when he wants he way. That camp act he puts on, giving the impression he is a big softy is all part of his game. He is studying drama and hopes to make the big time on stage and so he plays a variety of different characters and wears daft clothes as part of his stupid persona that he adopts. I am so sorry I brought him here.’ Nick said in perhaps the longest speech I had heard him utter.

‘You no need to apologise. You are here now and that is all that matters’ I said. I put my arms around him and we kissed. Suddenly we were like mad things, tearing off our clothes and in a clinch. Our hunger for each other soon found us in my bed and what followed needs no explanation or warrants detailed description. Suffice it to say that our first urgent coupling gave way to slow and passionate pleasure that lasted well into the night.

Nick did go back to university and after he had completed his final exams he came to live with me and we are now a loving couple fast approaching middle age. His family finally came to accept the fact that he was gay and even welcomes me when we go to visit the farm.

The end.

[Autolycus]

I hope that you dear readers, were not too frustrated while waiting for the outcome of this short story. It was a case of 'All's well that ends well' for Nick and Bill, with a little distraction from an intruder who almost upturned 'The apple cart'.

[DonQuixote]

Auto,
You DO like to tease us with your perambulations and permutations.

Alls well that ends well, indeed!

[Kyanimal]

I am Truly HAPPY for the way this story worked itself out for the Better!

My only regret is that it didn't draw out a bit more about Nick and Bill.

However, I'm also Hopeful that George has more MANuscripts to share!

THANK YOU! for this Awesome compendium, Auto!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Craiger]

Well, Auto, you know me. A romantic at heart and I always love a happy ending. How depressing the feeling of rejection can be and Bill had to live with it for those long lonely hours at work. Unfortunately many of us have suffered the same scenario and hoped for that happy ending which never came. That's why we have wonderful stories full of romance to lighten our mood and bring us out of those desperate times. Thanks! Like Chaz, I hope more manuscript appear.

Craiger

[Autolycus]

George had finished the book he had been reading and having nothing better to do, turned to the pile of manuscripts. There were not many left that he and Scott had not read between them. However, there was on that had an inriguing title, so George sat down and began to read it....

Short Back and Sides.

I never liked going for a haircut. I don’t know why, I just didn’t. Maybe it was because my mom was always on to me to go to the barber shop. As a kid it was all too often, so when I left home and got a place of my own, I would go for months without a trim. It was the beginning of last summer when out of the blue my mom said she would like to come and visit. She had been to my bachelor pad once before and made all the usual comments about my, in her opinion, poor standards of housekeeping and she spent the few days with me tidying my cupboards and plowing through my pile of laundry. Now she was coming again!

In anticipation of her criticism, I saw to the laundry, cleaned up my cupboards, refrigerator and actually applied some polish to give the place a fresh smell. My next and most dreaded task was to go for a haircut. I forget when I last went and a quick calculation told me it was about three months ago. I phoned for an appointment and arranged to go after work the next day. I was the last customer for the afternoon and I got to the shop at about five forty-five. The barber was a new guy I hadn’t seen before. I watched him carefully as he finished of the customer before me, anxious to see how well he had cut the guy’s hair – I did not want to have a mess made of my ample locks after all! He made a good job and the customer duly thanked him and offered a good tip judging by the way the barber smiled and ushered him out the door.

‘Hi!’ he said to me. ‘As you are my last customer for today, I’ll just lock the door as it is too late for anyone else to drop in on the off chance of a haircut,’ he said as he locked the door and drew down the blind. ‘What can I do for you, sir?’

‘I need a haircut,’ I replied as I looked him over, while removing my jacket and hanging it on a coat stand. He was a fairly tall, slim looking guy with dark hair and a firm jaw, the kind of guy I liked. I sat in the barber chair and watched him through the mirror as he put a gown over me in readiness for his work.

‘How would sir like his hair cut?’ he asked as I strained my eyes to read his name tag pinned to the lapel of his white jacket. In the mirror it appeared as ‘nathE’ [the letters were reversed of course] and I quickly formed it correctly as Ethan.

‘I would like it short on the back and sides but not too much off the top,’ I replied. Ethan ran his long fingers through my substantial locks and smiled at me through the mirror.

‘Your hair is so fine that although it is clean, I would prefer to wash it as it would be better to cut when wet,’ he said. I had time to spare, so was in no hurry; in any event I was enjoying this guy’s touch. Hairdressers, along with doctors, dentists and masseurs are among the few people who can lay hands on you without you feeling any real concern as you trust them as practitioners of their professions. When that person looks sexy and has the right kind of aura, that touch can be quite erotic. I was more than happy to feel Ethan wash my hair, so I told him to go right ahead.

He fetched a couple of towels from a cabinet and placed one below my chin and over my shoulders and the second over my shoulders from behind, tucking them both firmly into my collar. He then released a catch on the chair so that it swung around and then lowered so that my head was over the wash basin below the mirror. I relaxed as he used a spray to wet my hair, all the time running the fingers of his left hand over my scalp. He then applied some shampoo and proceeded to massage my scalp with both hands as he worked the shampoo into my hair. It felt good, especially as he had to lean over me and I could look up and admire his face as he concentrated on what he was doing. I was aware of his crotch against my arm as he washed my hair and I was certain that he had a hard on.

He rinsed off the shampoo and proceeded to repeat the process. He seemed to be deliberately rubbing his crotch against me and I felt my own cock start to stir as I became all the more convinced that he was as hard as steel in his tight black pants. The second lot of shampoo was rinsed away and my head was swathed in the towel from my shoulders as he swung the chair back into its original position. He used the towel to remove the excess water leaving my hair hanging wet and lank as he reached for a comb and a pair of scissors. He combed my wet locks back away from my forehead and shook water from the comb but not before some of it trickled down my neck and under my collar in a cold stream that caused me to shiver.

‘Sorry about that, I hope that it has not made your shirt wet,’ Ethan said as I observed his concerned facial expression reflected in the glass.

‘No, it’s OK, I’ll survive,’ I replied, my voice sounding husky as I struggled with erotic thoughts about him. The scissors began to click and soon the gown around me became flecked with damp clippings of hair. Ethan worked silently, unlike most barbers he did not interrogate me on past and future vacations or indulge in conversation about sport or the weather. For that I was thankful but as he continued to press his hard on against me whenever the opportunity arose, I wanted so much to ask him whether his was gay. I liked to think that his erection was on my account and not because he was anticipating a hot session with his girlfriend after he had finished my session in his chair.

Deciding to take the initiative, the next time he stood at my side and brushed against me, I reached out my hand and felt the bulge in his pants.

‘Sir likes that?’ he said, pausing and looking directly into my eye through the looking glass.

‘Very much, I replied returning his gaze. Without saying more, he unzipped his pants and plunged his hand inside his fly and with a little jiggle, no doubt to negotiate over his underwear, he pulled out his cock. It was hard, long and slender; possibly the longest cock I had ever seen and I have seen a fair few in my time. He was uncut and he pulled back his foreskin to show a beautifully formed purple dome with a single eye that I could swear winked at me. Ethan moved in so that I could grasp the shaft of his dick before taking it into my hungry lips.

I joyfully let him fuck my face for what seemed like ages, I got ample taste of his sweet pre-cum and yearned for his full wad but he had other thoughts. Just as I felt that he was about to cum, he pulled out and whipped the gown off me so that he could make an assault on the fly of my pants. My cock was straining to be set free and he had it out quick as a flash. It was my turn to feel the warm slaver of his lips and saliva as he worked me to ever increasing heights of excitement. I was wishing that the sensation could last forever but like all good things an end was in sight – well if not literally in sight, in his fantastic throat.

‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, ‘I am going to cum!’ The words had hardly escaped my lips than I was shooting my load deep into his throat. He clearly relished the cum-fest as he swallowed it and licked around my cock head to savor every last drop, even licking the drops that had escaped his mouth and trickled onto my balls. Ethan grabbed a tissue and wiped around his lips before dropping his pants to the floor.

‘I want you in me,’ he pleaded as he turned his back to me and bent low so that I could observe the pink rose of his sphincter set in the deep crack of his neatly formed butt. I took a pack of condoms from the display and slipped one onto my cock that was still slicked by the action of his mouth upon it. Seeing nothing that would act as a lubricant I spat onto my fingers and worked them into his hole in preparation for insertion of my throbbing hard on.

‘Oh, yes that feels so good. Now fuck me,’ he said his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. I pressed home and felt him close tightly around my shaft. I waited a moment for him to be comfortable and then began to work i and out with a steady motion that was punctuated by his cries of ‘Oh yes! Yes! Fuuuuuck YES!

By now my pants and underwear were down around my ankles and I pulled off my shirt so that I was naked. I slapped his butt cheeks and grabbed his hips to steady him as he was bent over in front of me. However, I soon realised that his position would become unsustainable so moved back onto the chair and hauled him up so that he was astride my thighs while still impaled upon my cock. He shed his white jacket and shirt so that he too was naked although we were both a little hampered by our pant swathed ankles.

Ethan bobbed up and down on my cock groaning with pleasure each time his butt crashed back into my pubes. A bolt of fiery electricity shot up my spine and into my skull as I climaxed for the second time deep in his butt. Ethan stood and backed off my cock and turned to face me. His cock was hard and red as he jerked on it and shot long streams of hot spunk onto my chest and face. He let me suck his cock clean and then proceeded to lick the cum from my face and chest and kissed me so that we could share the taste of his seed. He sat on my lap and we kissed slowly, exploring with our tongues while caressing one another with our hands. Suddenly Ethan sprang away from me.

‘Ouch! Your chin is so rough!’ He exclaimed. ‘I’ll give you a shave. Your new haircut needs to be complemented with a smooth chin and cheeks. I’ll give you the shave of your life,’ he said. While Ethan busied himself preparing the water and soap and stropping an old fashioned open cut throat razor, I used a towel to mop the cum from my body, then lay back in the chair that had been slightly reclined to facilitate my shave. Ethan placed a fresh towel across my naked torso and then made my face wet with a warm sponge and used a brush to apply a rich lather of soap over my cheeks, chin and throat. He then took up the razor, which to be honest made me quiver just a little when I contemplated the harm such a sharp unguarded blade could inflict.

Ethan slowly and carefully drew the blade over my cheeks, below my nose to the upper lip and then proceeded to work around my chin and jaw. Next he deftly worked over my neck, taking care to stretch the skin too ease the path of his blade. He then applied a second layer of shaving soap over my features and started to repeat his earlier process.

As he was shaving me, I was reminded of a story I had read many, many years ago. A journalist was offered a bet to spend the night in a wax works and as he sat in a chamber of horrors depicting with life sized wax effigies, notorious murderers he looked across and saw a figure of a quaint little man. The sign at his feet described him as a Frenchman, a barber who slit the throats of his customers as he shaved them. It was as I was recalling this particular story that I felt a nick in my neck, just below my jaw line.

‘Ooops, sorry,’ Ethan said apologetically but with a wild glint in his eyes that said he was anything but sorry for what he had done. As I looked up at him I saw that his body was suddenly sprayed bright red as though by a paint gun. My hand went up to my neck and I discovered the warm wet source of the spray a split second before everything went blank......

George sat quietly for a few moments and then called out to Scott, 'Hey, you must come and read this - it's the sort of creepy stuff you like!'

[Craiger]

Creepy???? I think it is delightful... But, that's just me. Nothing quite as nice as the last romp before curtains..... Thanks, Auto.

Craiger

[Kyanimal]

Well, we're all going to go sometime. And, given the possible options, that's one of the better ones.

THANK YOU!, Auto!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Autolycus]

Thanks guys, I used to shave with such a razor and I always have to suppress a shudder when I see one being 'used' in a movie or TV episode as the actors never hold the razor correctly - what havoc they could cause if the razor had an edge to it!

I did have a barber rub his crotch against me one time but the shop was filled with waiting customers, so I had to fantasize - hence this little fiction