I Hate Flying

Warning.

Please remember this is a work of fiction. All the characters, places and action are not real. Towards the end of this tale there are some practices that are down right dangerous unless they are under the control of someone who really knows what he is doing. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME UNSUPERVISED.

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I Hate Flying.

Oh, I do fly when I have to, but I still hate it. However cruising men at the airports makes up for some of my discomfort.

As it happened I wasn't cruising him, I was trying to read the departure information from the TV screen when he stepped in front of me. My initial reaction was irritation, then I gave him the once over.

Woof!

He was a good six inches taller than I am, quite well built and had a massive chest. He had the most fantastic ass on him. Two perfect round spheres of muscle. Only Negroes ever have buns like these. I like my partners to be bigger than me, then they can pick me up and chuck me about the bed. He would be perfect for that sort of play.

He was dressed in a white T-shirt, which emphasised his dark skin colour, and a pair of jeans that he must have put on with a spray gun. God, the way the tight denim hugged that ass. His luggage consisted of a sports bag, slung casually over his shoulder. Mentally I begged him to turn round so I could see the rest of him.

I got my wish. He turned round, caught me with the sports bag and sent me flying. Ouch! I should be more careful what I wish for.

But he was all concerned as he helped me to my feet. As he did so I took the opportunity to get a good look at his crotch. Holy Shit! Either he kept his spare football socks in there or he was hung.

I dragged my eyes from his groin to his face and discovered he was quite beautiful. Big brown eyes, thick, succulent lips. It almost hurt to look at him. I instantly fell in lust.

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. It's my first time, see," he said, flashing impossibly white teeth against his dark skin. He had a slight lilt to his voice, in fact he sounded Welsh. Odd!

"First time?" I asked. Remember that my mind was on sex, not on travelling.

"Flying. I've never done it before," he said.

"Oh," said I, not wanting to sound too disappointed, "first do you know your flight number?"

My heart skipped a beat as he read out the same flight as I was on.

"We're on the same flight. OK, first is the security check," I said, and led the way.

As we stood in line waiting to get processed I was having the damndest job trying not to stare at his basket, so I tried to make small talk. He had won a trip to Florida and he was bubbling over with excitement about it. He had never been outside the UK before and proudly showed me his passport.

That was a shock. His name was David Jones! His mother's parents had come from the West Indies and his father was a Welsh miner with a warped sense of humour. He had been brought up in the valleys, but when the mines had been closed his family had moved to Cardiff, which at least explained the accent. He was 25 years old and now lived in Bristol.

It is a strange accent, the Welsh have. They sort of sing instead of speak, and they have a habit of pronouncing each syllable as an individual word.

I introduced myself, Danny Roberts, I left out my title, well, I am on holiday. I also left out the rest of the details, like, I'm gay, a size queen and at this precise moment I'm having a lust attack. I'm also 5 foot 8, about 10 stones, or 140lb as they say in the USA, have red hair and quite a nice body, which I keep in trim by playing squash and swimming.

"Are you two travelling together?" the security guy inquired.

"Er, not exactly. It is his first flight, and I'm showing him the ropes," I replied.

"I'll process you together then," he said, and began the usual questions. When he was finished he put little sticky labels on our baggage and off we went.

I explained the difference between carry-on baggage and checked baggage on the way to check-in.

"Are you two travelling together?" inquired the bright young queen at the check- in.

"Yes," I answered, as it was easier than going through the explanation all over again.

The sweet young thing gave me a knowing grin and then processed our tickets. Oh God, how I wished that what he was thinking was true. But I'd have bet a pound to a penny that young Mr Jones was as straight as die.

However I ended up getting the aisle while David got the window seat next to me. So off we went passing through immigration then on to the shop and bought our Duty Frees. I was glad to notice that he didn't buy cigarettes, but settled on a litre of Vodka. I chose a rather nice single malt, then we paid and left.

We were running well ahead of time, I led the way to one of the courtesy rooms that are set aside for the holders of up-market credit cards. So, leaving all the airport pond-life outside, I signed us both in and we picked a table. I got David's order and went and made it up at the bar.

When I returned he was sprawled in one of the armchairs, his chunky thighs wide apart and invitingly revealing that delicious bulge in all its glory. Mentally, I got down on my knees between his legs and investigated things further. In reality, I just drooled into my drink.

David was all excited about flying and going to America. I spent my time split between answering his questions and picturing in my mind's eye how he would look naked.

Eventually I wormed some info out of him. Just before he won the prize his girlfriend, Deborah, had broken up with him. It had been an acrimonious split and she had said some really harsh words. It appears that the expression "black bastard who was only interested in one thing", had cut to the quick.

When he won the prize she had tried to wriggle her way back into his affections, presumably with a view to taking the trip with him. His reaction had been to tear the spare ticket up in front of her eyes. It appeared that the female half of the population currently topped his shit list. Sadly I doubted if this would in anyway assist me in my quest to get him out off his jeans.

When the time came round we made our way to the departure lounge. Despite my warning David went through the metal detector with a bunch of keys on him. I have never envied a security guard before, but I'd have given my eye-teeth to have swapped places with him while he frisked David.

We boarded the plane, fought our way to our seats and put our carry-on luggage in the overhead bins. Ever since the introduction of totally non-smoking flights there has been lots of room in the overhead bins. All the smokers are still in the lounge having a last gasp before an 8 hour forced abstinence. Of course they will have to take what space is left when they board. Life is tough being an addict these days.

The crew were all Americans, not surprising really as it was an American airline, but the passengers seemed to be almost all British.

We got the safety lecture. I didn't really pay attention, but I did pull out the safety card and plotted my route to the nearest emergency exit and figured out how to open the door. I might as well do it when I'm calm and collected, rather than during an emergency.

Take-off was smooth and soon we were all handed a little plastic tray of little plastic food. I got my sandwiches out of my hand luggage and shared them with David. All that I took from the tray was the wine. David ate half the sandwiches, all of his meal and all of mine. He must have the gastrointestinal tract of a horse as well as the cock of one.

The Captain came on and told us how high we were - that always frightens me - how fast we were going and where we were on the face of the planet. All the usual stuff. The trays were cleared away the windows shuttered and the movie started. The movie didn't interest me so I got as comfortable as I could without touching the black giant next to me and dosed off.

David nudged me back into the land of the living. Apparently the film was less that gripping, but unlike most of the passengers he had not gone to sleep, he had looked out of the window. This just proved how new he was to flying, as there is bugger all to see at 35,000 feet mid-Atlantic.

"Is it supposed to do that?" he whispered to me.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked out of the window. Shit! There were flames shooting out the rear of the outer engine.

"No," I whispered back, "I'll go and tell them."

I know a fair bit about human psychology and I had no wish to be in an enclosed space with a panicking mob. So I made my way quietly to the galley where I found the cabin crew taking their break.

"The outer port engine appears to be on fire," I said, as quietly and calmly as I could.

The purser grabbed the phone and relayed the information to the flight deck.

"If you could return to your seat the Captain will be right with you," he said, as he hung up the phone.

I returned to my seat and a moment or so later I saw the Captain making his way down the aisle so I raised my hand and caught his attention.

He hunkered down and looked out.

"OK," he whispered, "it's not as bad as it looks but we'll have to land. I'll get the second pilot to shut it down and set off the fire extinguishers, you watch it and give me the nod if there is any change."

Then he got up and went back to the galley. We watched the flames as they flickered and died. A long jet of black smoke replaced them. I looked in the direction of the galley where the Captain was standing with the phone to his ear and I nodded to him. He spoke into the phone, hung up and headed in my direction.

"Right," he whispered to us, "They are clearing everything out of our path and we are going to land at Gander. Just stay as calm as you are now. Oh, and thanks, you handled this perfectly."

With that he was off and we watched the smoke. It didn't seem to be getting any less. The engine noise slowly changed, as did our heading. Several minutes passed and then the public address system kicked in.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your Captain speaking. I am going to have to make an unscheduled landing at Gander, Newfoundland. I'm afraid that we will have to interrupt the film as it is standard routine to go through the safety procedures before we make an unplanned landing. So please stay calm and pay attention to the cabin crew. Thank you."

The cabin lights came on, the seatbelts sign lit up, the movie died and everyone started talking at once. This time round everyone watched the cabin crew go through the routine. I glanced out at the engine and it was still pouring smoke.

It took quite a while for someone else to notice, but again it was quietly reported to the cabin crew.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain again. We are having problems with the outer port engine and there is some smoke coming from it. This looks much worse than it is, so please stay calm, as we are now on our final approach to Gander. Cabin crew to your emergency positions. ensure that the doors are set to automatic."

I grinned ironically as I realised that this was the first time that the word emergency had been used. I suddenly realised that David was holding my hand.

The actual landing was perfectly normal. True, the emergency vehicles screaming alongside us as we went into full reverse thrust was quite spectacular, but other than that, a nice landing.

The moment we stopped the engine burst into flames but was immediately extinguished when it was covered in foam. The right-hand doors were opened and the emergency chutes inflated. People began calmly queuing to get off. It is the sort of thing that makes you proud to be British.

"I think you had better let go now, people might talk," I said.

He looked at our clasped hands as if he was seeing them for the first time.

"Oh God. I'm sorry," he said, as he released me.

"It's OK. A normal reaction under the circumstances," I said, as we got up and joined the line.

Sliding down the chute was quite fun and then we were led off to some busses that took us to a vast room in the terminal.

Drinks and snacks were made available and we sat and waited. After about 3 hours we were allowed back on board in small groups to collect our belongings. Then moved to the arrival hall where we stood around the magic roundabout waiting for our luggage. Customs and immigration were all very perfunctory. Finally we were back in busses and heading for a hotel.

During this period David was in shock. Mind you I wasn't that much better. But at least it hadn't happened on my first flight.

"Ah, Mr Jones and Mr Roberts, travelling together, will a double room be all right? We are having to pack everyone in as best we can. There is a hurricane in the Caribbean and a lot of flights have had to make a stopover here," said the young lady, at the reception desk.

I looked at David questioningly, he looked quite pleased and nodded. We filled in the forms, got the key, grabbed our stuff and headed for the lifts.

The room was excellent, TV, en suite bathroom, phone, mini-bar, but a double bed. I got on the phone but there were no twin bedded rooms left. David didn't seem to mind sharing a bed with me. Of course he didn't know that I was gay and had the hots for him. That might have caused a radical rethink of his course of action.

Now Newfoundland is cold, even in summer, and to compensate for this the central heating seemed to be set to tropical. The mini bar's stock included two beers, which went in the first 10 minutes. Then David began to take his clothes off!

At first he only stripped to the waist. I could just about cope with looking at his beautifully defined muscles and trim waist. I suppressed an urge to lick him all over. His shoes and socks followed, fortunately I am not a foot fetishist. But then the pants came off and he was left only wearing a pair of white scants that were hard pressed to contain him.

About there I was nearly biting clean through my bottom lip. Straight guys never get in situations like this. They are never in a room with a female that they fancy stripped down to the bare minimum. Even if they did end up there, at least they would be expected to show some interest. Shit, this was worse than being in the changing room at the swimming pool.

David scratched his nuts and said that he needed a pee as he got up and went into the bathroom. I rolled over on the bed, pushed my face deep into the pillow and screamed as quietly as I could.

Eventually it was time for dinner and he got dressed again. With my pulse rate back down in double figures we went down to the dining room and found a table.

Dinner was either steak and chips or some vegetarian muck fit only for rabbits. As I did not fight my way, tooth and nail, to the top of the food chain just to be a vegetarian, I went for the steak. David did the same.

A bottle of wine appeared and the waitress said it was with the Captain's compliments. About halfway through the meal the Captain appeared, in mufti, and thanked us both for keeping so calm. We thanked him for the wine and asked how long we would be in Gander.

"Please keep this to yourselves, but I doubt if they can get a reserve plane out here tomorrow. That hurricane has tied up a lot of flights and it is really chaos back at the head office. But we might be lucky, you never know," he said, in a low voice.

We finished our meal, actually I left some and David cleaned my plate, we drank our wine, then returned to our room. Although we could receive a lot of TV stations we were in a strange half-hour time zone. Most time zones move a full hour but Newfoundland is the oddball. Thus catching the News at the top of the hour was not as easy as normal.

Eventually we got a News bulletin and discovered that the Captain was right, the airline business was in a right mess and it would be most unlikely that we would be leaving in the morning.

We watched TV for a while. Drank some of my single malt, which David loved, then it was time for bed. David was discovering the weird feelings that are known as jet lag.

David got in, still wearing his scants, and I stripped off to my underwear before joining him. Normally I sleep naked but I thought it would be better if I kept them on. Sleep came surprisingly easy, considering the day we had had.

My sleep was abruptly interrupted by an animal like roar followed by the bed shaking violently. I was quite disoriented and took an age to find a light switch during which the shaking continued.

The light revealed David lying and his whole body was shaking fiercely. Shit! He was having a grand mal seizure. He had already gone through the tonic phase and was now in the clonic phase. Not a lot I could do, except let it run its course. It only lasted a few more seconds then he relaxed and began snoring.

Now I began checking him over. He hadn't bitten his tongue, good! But he had foamed at the mouth. I pulled down one lower eyelid and checked. Yup, a bit cyanotic, only to be expected as they use up oxygen at a Hell of a rate in the tonic phase.

Next I pulled back the bedcovers, damn, urinary incontinence. Fortunately he had gone for a pee just before bed so there wasn't much of a mess. However I took his scants off.

I tried to be professional and detached, but I couldn't help having a look at his tackle. Yes he was big, a nice, strong looking, cock. Uncircumcised and the head looked to be large in diameter compared to the shaft. His balls lay loosely in their coal black sack like two small hen's eggs. I felt my detachment slipping so I finish the examination to see if he had done himself any damage, he hadn't.

Next I started going through his things until I found the small bottle of anticonvulsant pills. I read the dosage off the label, got a glass of water from the bathroom, shook out two pills, woke him up and made him swallow them. He was snoring again as soon as I let him lie back on the bed.

There were only 12 pills left in the bottle. This would be his day-to-day supply, the rest must be in his kit. I put the bottle back where I found it. I thought it a bit strange that he was on Phenobarbital, it was a rather old treatment for his condition and it is quite addictive. But, he may have had a bad reaction to the more modern drugs, so I thought no more about it.

I dried of the small damp patch on the bed as best I could, then washed his scants in the hand basin, hung them on the radiator and went back to bed. The fact that he now had a steaming stiffy was not easy to miss. I sighed quietly, pulled the bedclothes over us and put the light out again.

That seemed to be the trigger that caused him to jump me. When an epilepsy patient has had an attack several conditions may occur. One of these is a total loss of inhibitions, this was what David was going through.

He got on top of me, forced his cock between my legs and went through the motions of fucking me. Even if I had wanted to do something about it, I was in no position to stop things. So I just went along with the ride, as it were. He was, I must say, very forceful. I just hung on, but took the opportunity to feel up his buns, they felt even better than they looked. Then he came and came and came.

Of course he immediately went back to sleep. To be truthful he was never really awake through out the entire incident. In most cases they also have amnesia and remember nothing the next morning.

Moving inert bodies is a trick I have learned at work, in my job it comes in handy. So I was able to roll him off me, put on the light and survey the new damage.

My underwear was covered in his semen, as was the sheet on my side. I sighed got up and stripped off. Yes, I did taste it, I am gay after all, and they were my underpants. Then I cleaned everything up, including his cock. He didn't even stop snoring while I was handling him.

I washed out my underpants and hung them next to his. Went back, rolled him onto his side to stop the snoring and poured a large whisky, which I took to bed with me.

After drinking it slowly I put out the light and rolled over. A muscular black arm pulled me across the bed and cuddled me. So I somehow got to sleep again with a large black cock pressed against my buns, not an easy task.

Next thing I knew it was morning. I lay and reviewed the horrors of the night. I must have moved and disturbed him. I was still lying loosely in his arms and now they closed tightly around me. While in the short term this was a very desirable thing, it had an explosive potential.

Things began to go wrong when one hand wandered up my chest and found the terrain to be a bit flat. David made a sort of grunt. The hand now moved swiftly down and found things there to be anything but flat. I'm sorry, but it was not my fault, besides, he had a stiffy too.

"Oh shit!" said David.

"It's all right, you have been holding me all night," I said, as casually as I could.

"And you just let me?" he asked.

"You were rather insistent," I replied.

"We're naked!" he said, suspiciously.

"There were a couple of accidents. You had a seizure. You really should have taken a little more of your medication after such a stressful day," I said, in my professional voice.

Now perhaps I should take some time out to explain something. We doctors have split personalities. I can be Danny Roberts, a nice, warm, loving human being, or I can be Dr Roberts, a cool, detached professional. Some of my friends get quite a fright if I change in front of them. Apparently Danny just vanishes and Dr Roberts materialises in his place.

"You're some kind of doctor?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm a hospital consultant," I confessed.

"What happened to my pants?" he asked, and I could detect some dread in his voice.

"You wet yourself during the seizure," I said, trying to be professional, despite the fact he still had his arms round me.

"And did I wet yours too?" he asked.

"Er, no. That was the second accident," I said, keeping it as vague as possible. There was no need for him to know exactly what happened as it would be most embarrassing for him.

"I didn't make a fool of myself, did I?" he asked.

"After a seizure patients often lose their inhibitions and do things that they would never normally do. Don't worry about it. I'm a doctor, I understand," I said, avoiding his question.

"Did I try to have sex with you?" he asked, in a reluctant voice.

"Hmmm! Actually, you were quite successful. You got it between my legs and had an orgasm. It is called frottage," I said. Damnation I was lecturing again. I always do it and I know it makes me sound so bloody pompous.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry," he said, in a horrified voice.

"David, your brain was out to lunch. You were just acting on instinct. It is in no way your fault," I said, trying to get back to being Dr Roberts.

"Not again, please God, not again," he said, sounding close to tears.

"It has happened before?" I asked.

"Yes, and terrible it was," he said.

"Want to tell me about it?" I asked, trying to get him off the subject of last night.

"I was in the army - I didn't tell them, you know - the last attack that I had was when I was a boy - I thought I'd grown out of it, see. Then I had a fit one night in the barracks and tried to shag one of my mates. Oh, the rest of the lads pulled me off him. The MO was quite understanding, like you, but the rest of them wanted to beat me up for being a faggot. I never got to complete my training. And now I'm doing it again," he said, mournfully.

"I'm not going to beat you up. So just relax and forget about it, please," I said.

"FORGET about it? Will you forget about it?"

"No, I'll never forget about it as long as I live," I said, the truth would maybe stop him going on about it.

"Huh?"

"David, as well as being a doctor, I'm also gay. Last night was, well, an interesting experience for me."

"You just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you?"

"David, nobody says they're gay just to save someone's feelings. Besides as you noticed earlier I have an erection."

"A lot of guys wake up with a stiffy, you're just piss proud, man," he said, disbelief obvious in his voice.

"I have an erection because I'm in bed with you. It has been there all night and it is still there because that cock of yours is running up the crack of my ass and it is driving me mad!"

"You don't fancy me, do you?" he said, sounding slightly amused.

"YES!"

"Oh, you go for black guys then?"

"I don't know, you are the first one that I've been to bed with. But, if you are anything to go on...."

It worked! I made him laugh. He thrust with his hips a couple of times playfully.

"So your not mad at me for trying to shag you last night?" he asked, sounding a good bit brighter.

"I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven."

Again he burst out laughing.

"I've never had a guy fancy me before," he said, in a slightly wistful sort of way.

"I seriously doubt that. I'll bet there have been plenty who would have done anything to get you into bed. You most likely never noticed. Anyway they would have to be very brave just to make a pass at you."

"Come on man, I can spot a faggot a mile off."

"So you spotted me, but still got into bed with me?"

"You're different you are, you don't look like one."

"Oh, what does a faggot look like?"

"They are all nelly and effeminine," he said.

"Effeminate, is the word you're looking for. And no, we are not all effeminate. Most of us look quite normal."

"Besides, you are a doctor," he said.

"Well, we can't all be women's hairdressers, fashion designers or airline stewards," I answered.

"But a doctor?"

"I know gay doctors, engineers, street sweepers, athletes, you name the job, I'll find you a gay guy doing it."

He fell silent and I think he got the idea I was mad at him so I snuggled back against him and, to my surprise, he cuddled me.

Eventually we got up and I headed for the bathroom, he followed me in. He went to the bowl and began pissing, there was no way that I could lose my erection long enough to piss, so I stepped into the shower.

When I came out he was shaving, still naked. I was still stiff but tried to take a leak. He finished shaving and washed his face. As he dried it he looked at me straining. This did not, in any way, help matters.

"Can't get rid of your stiffy, can you?"

I made an affirmative grunt.

"We had a guy in the Army who had that problem, but we found the cure, you know."

I grunted again.

David moved very fast. One second I was standing legs apart trying to piss, the next I found he had thrust his leg between mine and lifted me up so I was astride his thigh, my feet off the ground. His foot was on the rim of the pan, his left arm round me trapping both my arms. Then he spat on his right palm and wrapped his right hand round my cock and began jacking me off. As soon as I realised what was happening I began to struggle.

"Just relax man, it won't take but a minute," he said.

He was quite right. What had happened earlier had made me hotter than Hell and had eroded most of myself control. So, firmly held by a black giant, I watched as my load sprayed up the wall behind the toilet seat.

"There you go boyo!" he said, as I shuddered in his grasp.

Gently he put me down.

"You see, the problem is all gone!" he said, and stepped into the shower.

I relieved myself, cleaned up the mess, then shaved. Presently he emerged from the shower and began towelling himself dry.

"Did this guy suffer a lot from a permanent stiffy?"

"Yeah, almost every morning one of us bigger guys had to grab him and jack him off," he said, wiping under his armpits.

"Fortunately he wasn't gay...."

"No, like I said, I can spot a gay guy - miles - away..."

He sort of dribbled out as the penny dropped with an almost audible clink.

"But he always fought us off," he said, rather lamely.

"However, did he try to keep out of range before you grabbed him?"

David shook his head.

"You mean he LIKED being held down and jacked off by a big guy?" he asked.

"I certainly did."

"But we were just horsing around, man! I mean, THAT wasn't having sex, was it?" he asked.

"Ever thought of running for president of the USA?" I asked.

He sort of stood there shaking his head. The poor lad had been through a lot recently and I don't think I was helping matters by explaining things.

Anyway we got dressed and went down for breakfast. It was pelting down with rain and the announcement that we would be stopping in Gander for another day didn't help improve anyone's mood.

There were only local papers available and they were not much use. We went back to the room and watched the TV. Good Lord, and I thought British daytime TV was the pits!

The room temperature was still to high and David stripped off again. I groaned.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"David, if I was a beautiful young girl, whom you fancied having sex with, and I stripped down to my panties and bra, wouldn't you groan?"

He giggled and stepped between me and the TV set. The bulge in his scants was right in front of my face. He made a grinding motion with his hips and the soft fabric of the scants just brushed my nose. I felt the sweat forming on my forehead. His thumbs slipped under the waistband of his scants and ever so slowly he pulled them down. Inch by agonising inch the black shaft of his cock appeared. As the waistband came below the end of his weapon it began to uncurl and hang down.

I moved my hands under my thighs, to make sure that they stayed off him. Finally his cock and balls were fully visible. I heard a whimper and realised it was me that made it. God, it was hanging there right in front of my face. I could even smell it.

A black hand with a pink palm wrapped round the shaft of it and stretched it a bit. I watched as it grew from flaccid to fully erect. Not a word was said, but I looked up at his face when he proffered his manhood to me. He just nodded and I opened my mouth. He pushed his hips forward and brushed the head of it against my lips.

Almost reverently I kissed the head of it. Then I began to push the foreskin back with my lips to get at the naked head. He realised what I was doing and helped me by pulling his foreskin back. His cock was much darker than he was and the glans even blacker.

Lovingly I began to wet the head of it. As soon as I started his cock began to reward me by oozing precum at a most enjoyable rate. As we proceeded it became obvious from the noises he made that he had never had a proper blowjob in his life. I cupped his balls in my hand and prepared to deep throat him.

Now this is a trick that you must carefully learn. That said, I knew that even I was going to have my work cut out swallowing all that was on offer. However I opened my throat and pushed forwards. When my lips touched his hand he gasped with surprise and removed it. In a few moments I got right down to the short hairs.

Normally it is a very satisfying feeling to have your nose in a guy's bush, his balls brushing your chin and his cock right down your throat, but this time is was special. I had never had my throat distended to this extent. I gulped and it flexed in my gullet, I nearly came at that point.

I held it there for as long as I could and only pulled back when my ears started ringing. Then I had to stop and catch my breath.

Using both hands, my tongue and lips I spent a happy 15 minutes, on my knees before him, taking him on a trip through paradise. Finally, when I was tiring, I drove him up to the edge by repeatedly forcing the head through my closed lips. This feels like continuous entry and few guys can resist its allure.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that man," he said, these were his first words since we started, and his voice was a bit shaky.

Naturally I paid him no heed.

"No, I really mean it," he said.

I kept up the attack.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Danny?" he asked.

What a bloody stupid question, why would I go to all this trouble then miss the fun part? I nodded my head.

"I'm cuming, boyo!" he groaned.

His hands held my head firmly as he took over and fucked my face. Almost immediately my mouth was filled with his thick goo. Stroke after stroke he pumped it into me. I couldn't get a chance to swallow, he was too far into my mouth. I could feel it escaping my lips and running down my chin. I stroked the bit of his cock behind his balls to encourage him to produce more.

Finally he released my head and I could at last drink what was in my mouth. He began to back off but I got my hands on those gorgeous buns of his and began massaging them. He stopped his retreat while I got the last few dribbles out of him.

I managed to get my cock out of my pants and for a second time I deep throated him. This time when I made his cock buck inside me I did shoot and it went all over the TV screen.

We parted reluctantly and slowly. He seemed to be stunned and he sat down beside me. I was rather astonished when his arm went round my shoulder.

"Man, that was unbelievable!" he said.

I made a happy noise and stroked his chest. He didn't try to stop me so I began to explore his naked body.

"I mean, I just held it out to you, and you took it. I didn't have to beg you to do it. Hell I didn't even ask you, you just sucked my cock!" he said.

"I take it that Deborah wasn't too keen on sucking you off?"

"Hell no man. Shit, I used to have to really work at it to get her just to put it in her mouth, and even then she never did what you did," he said, as I ran my fingers over the muscles of his chest.

"A lot of women don't like sucking cock," I said, "but most gay guys love doing it and, as you said, we are very good at it."

"But you swallowed the whole thing. Now that was awesome, man."

"It is a trick that I learned some time back. It's quite easy when you know how," I said, as I ran my fingers through his pubic hair.

"And you let me shoot in your mouth!" he said, making no move to stop my hands from wandering.

"That is the point of a blow job. I wanted to do that to you from the moment I first saw you," I said.

I now had his cock in my hands and I laid it up on his belly. It was not fully erect but it reached well above his navel. God, had I really deep throated all that?

We sat in silence for a while. I played with his cock and he just let me. Then I got up, cleaned off the TV and got us a couple of beers from the mini bar. We sat there, his arm round me and me holding his cock and balls until it was lunchtime.

After lunch we discovered the rain had stopped and we went for a walk. God alone knows where the hotel was, but the place was dead. Then the rain started again and we made a dash back to the hotel.

As soon as we got into the room David just stripped off, completely! So I did the same. He turned the TV on and we watched the News for a while. He didn't object when I started to fondle his cock and I never said a word when he cuddled me against him.

"Have you ever been shagged?" he inquired, out of the blue.

"Sure, lots of times," I answered, while wondering if I had any chance of sitting on that whopper of his.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"If sex hurts, you're doing it wrong."

"But, I mean, what's in it for you when a guy shoves his dick up your arse?" he asked, not mincing his words.

"It rubs on my prostate gland."

"Your what?"

"It is a small gland, about the size of a chestnut, located just at the base of my cock and it produces the milky white fluid for the sperm. If it gets rubbed it is very, er, stimulating," I said. Shit, I was lecturing him again.

"And girls, they don't have one?"

"No. For them there is no great stimulation from anal sex," I said.

"What does it feel like when it is massaged?"

"Want me to show you?"

"There is no way any man shags me!"

"Relax I can use a finger. It was fun back when I was a medical student, every so often I'd have to give a really cute guy a rectal examination," I said.

"A what?"

"Stick my finger up his bum, in layman's terms. I used to manage to brush his prostate a few times," I said.

"But why?"

"It always gave them a stiffy," I said, giggling at the memory.

"Here let me show you," I said, slipping my fingers round behind his balls and heading for his ring.

"I'm not too sure about this," he said, uncertainly.

"Honest, it won't hurt and if it causes you any discomfort I'll stop. Trust me, I'm a doctor," I said, as I slid onto my knees and slipped between his widely spread legs.

First I wet my middle finger with spit and began to finger his ring. Just rubbing it, not attempting any penetration. After a few moments he began to relax and I slipped it into him without any trouble.

Now I took several deep breaths to get as much carbon dioxide out of my blood and as much oxygen in. I got the head of his cock into my mouth and swallowed the lot. As it was quite soft this was easy for me. The only trouble now was, I couldn't breathe.

I located his prostate and set about massaging it. The effects were instantaneous.

"Fuckin' Hell!" he exclaimed, "I've never felt anything like that in my life before."

His cock was rapidly becoming erect in my throat, getting longer and pushing into me further as well as thicker and straining my throat to its limits.

This is what I had wanted to do to David when he was sitting, legs apart, in the courtesy room back in London.

He was still raving on about how good it felt, straight guys seldom know about the properties of their prostates and tend to go a bit OTT the first time it is stimulated.

He was by now fully erect and his tightly curled, jet black, pubic hair was tickling my nose. I cupped my free hand round his balls only to find them drawn tightly up against the shaft of his cock.

Time was running out as my oxygen supply was being used up. I rubbed him just behind his nuts, increased the stimulation on his prostate and gulped all at the same time.

He screamed something incomprehensible and his cock suddenly got even bigger as it set about discharging his load deep into my gullet.

Thank God he didn't grab my head and hold it that time, as I had to back off and breathe after his third shot. This resulted in the remainder of his load hitting me full on the face and I only managed to get to savour the taste of the dregs that oozed out at the finish.

I sat there, his cock in my mouth and looked up at him. He was actually sweating. I gently withdrew my finger and let him have his cock back. I could feel his sperm grow cold as it trickled down my face.

"Phew! That was something else, boyo!" he said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"So now you know why I like being butt fucked?" I asked, grinning.

"But I've never cum so fast in my life," he said.

"Yup, let me get a finger in you, and you cum to order."

"Stand up," he said, and I got to my feet.

He wet his middle finger and slid it into me.

"It is a flat, solid feeling bit. Ah, yes that's it," I said, as his finger found the spot.

He spat on his other hand and gave me a wet wank. I'm a bit more used to such treatment so I could hold out a bit longer. But not too long, the moment I imagined his cock being where his finger was I shot the lot. This time he got it all over his chest. Its milky whiteness contrasted nicely with his dark skin.

"Let's have a bath," I suggested.

"Together?"

"Yeah, I'm kinky like that."

So I spent a happy hour lying in his arms in a tub of warm water, and it was there that I first felt the gentle nuzzle of his soft lips against the back of my neck, almost a kiss.

We got out and dried each other. Strange, he had no hang ups about touching my cock or balls. We retired to the bed and lay on it, cuddling. Without any prior warning he kissed me. Now I don't mean a peck on the cheek. He grabbed my head, held it firm, planted his lips on mine and rammed his tongue right into my mouth!

Naturally I co-operated fully making a meal of that soft pink tongue of his. By the time we broke for air I was rock hard.

"What brought that on?" I asked.

"I just like kissing and you looked like you wanted to be kissed," he answered. His Welsh accent and his Negroid features combined in a strange way and came across as dead sexy.

So a wet Sunday afternoon was happily passed snogging, naked, in a strange hotel room.

We dressed and went down for dinner. This time it was either chicken or some ghastly veggie rubbish. I mean, for pity's sake, if God had meant us to be vegetarians why did he make animals out of something as tasty as meat?

This time there were four little bottles of wine, the type you get with your meal on a plane, delivered to our table with the compliments of the cabin crew.

We wined and dined then drifted into the bar for a while. Eventually David nudged me and nodded in the direction of the bedroom.

When we got there I had hardly shut the door before he had me in his arms. Somehow we managed to undress each other without breaking the kiss.

His hands were on my buns and I had a suspicion he was after my ass. He caressed them for a while and I rubbed my stomach against his hard cock. A finger began to explore my ring.

"Can I shag you, Danny?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

He sounded so much like a little boy trying to get his leg over for the first time that I nearly laughed.

"OK, but have you ever butt fucked anyone before?"

He shook his head.

"Deborah wasn't into the kinky stuff?" I asked.

"Nope, a straight shag, about twice a month."

"Weren't there others?"

"There were no others, I was in the Army, remember."

"Right! Butt fucking is a bit different from a straight fuck. I can't dilate my sphincter at will, so you'll have to finger me until I'm relaxed enough to take you. Also I can't provide as much lubrication as a female so we will have to use some lubricant," I said, slipping back into lecturing mode.

I got out the KY and we climbed onto the bed. I shoved a couple of pillows under my groin to get the best angle, lay on them and parted my buns.

"Start with one finger and use a lot of jelly," I said.

The familiar feel of the cold KY touching my ring, a prelude to so many fucks in the past, sent a shiver of delight running up my spine. Then the thought of that piece of man meat that was soon going to be inside me made me shiver again.

"OK, pull out, add some more jelly and put two fingers in this time," I said.

He did as I asked and now I was opened up a little further.

"Right, spread your fingers as far as apart as you can and pull back a bit," I said.

So it went, from two to three and from three to four. Then he slid as much of his palm in as possible.

"God, I don't believe it. You can take my whole hand!"

"Actually I probably could, but you and I lack the experience for fisting someone and besides we would need a much better lubricant."

"Fisting?"

"Putting your entire hand in, balling it up into a fist, and fucking me with it."

"That's impossible, man!"

"Believe me it is nothing compared to what some guys can take. And speaking of taking, I'm ready to take you. So gently pull your hand out, grease up your cock and put it in SLOWLY!" I said.

The mattress sunk down a bit as he shifted his weight. I felt the head of it touch my ring and it just kept moving. I gasped a bit as I felt the massive glans enter me and I forced myself to relax by remembering that the shaft was narrower than the girth of the head.

He took me at my word and slowly lowered himself into me. Gradually I took his weight as well as his cock. As he had done a good job in slackening me I had no trouble in getting the full length of him in, but my God, I did feel full back there.

"That feels wonderful," he gasped, "you are so tight, you know."

"An adjective that may never be use again in conjunction with my ass, once you've finished with it," I joked, and he gave a dirty snicker.

"Tell me, what does it feel like to have me up you?"

"It feels fantastic, especially when I do this," I said, squeezing his cock with my ass and making it flex.

"Wow! Do that again," he said.

So I did it again, and then he started the fuck. Very short tentative strokes, as if he was afraid of hurting me. I moved my hips and caused him to lengthen his strokes and move more of his shaft through my ring.

"And what does it feel like now?"

"Well, remember when I had my finger up you?"

"Yes."

"Instead of a finger tip rubbing up against the spot I've got the shaft of your cock there. If you take longer strokes it'll be better for both of us."

His strokes got even longer and then I began to push back hard against him on his down strokes.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nope, I like it a bit rough. Now see just how far back you can pull it without coming out completely."

He took my advice and at last the bulbous head of his meat was being pulled over my hot spot. By moving my ass slightly I could get the head of it to push hard against my prostate on the down strokes.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"Last night you did it a LOT harder."

"Last night I wasn't in you."

"Not for the want of trying."

He giggled and fucked me a little bit harder.

"Last night you completely lost control, you were like an animal," I said.

"I was probably taking out all the frustration that the Army instructors had built up over the years. They used to ridicule me for being black, see," he said.

"And you didn't like that, boy?" I asked.

"Don't call me boy, don't you ever call me boy!" he said, emphasising the word, boy, with vicious thrusts of his hips. At last I was getting the sort of sex that I wanted.

"If you don't want to be called boy, fuck me like a man," I said.

He didn't bother to reply he just exploded into activity. Shit, last night he wasn't fully conscious when he jumped me, now I was getting the real thing.

He had a good grip on me, so there was no escaping the consequences of my words. However to ginger him up a bit I did my damnedest to break free. This had the desired effect.

"No you don't white boy, you got a black cock up your arse and you don't get away until I've finished shagging you," he panted.

Fortunately this sort of fuck is mercifully brief as my cock was being rubbed up and down the pillows and I was very close to cuming. Try as I might I couldn't stop it and with a groan I began messing the hotel bed linen.

This of course made my ring contract on his plunging manhood, which was all that was needed. It went wild in my ass and his seed was forced into the deepest recesses of my guts. It was all so intense that I nearly passed out.

It is blissful to lie on a bed, in a post-coital high, pressed into the bed by the weight of the guy who has just taken you, his slowly softening cock buried in your ass. After I while I squeezed it with my ass and it jumped, causing David to groan.

"What the Hell happened, boyo?" he asked.

"Man! You fucked me properly."

"But you kept trying to get away."

"Yeah, that made you even more determined to have me," I answered.

"You bastard. You deliberately made me mad."

"That's right. Now on a scale of 1 to 10, how was that as a fuck?"

There was a very long silence.

"To tell the truth, I have never had such a fierce orgasm in my life. It was frightening the way I felt when I shot my lot into you."

"Better or worse than Deborah?"

"She would NEVER let me shag her like that. Slow and gentle was all she would ever let me do. I never got it all the way in her."

"So you prefer a really wild fuck?"

"Every time!"

There was another prolonged pause when neither of us spoke. Then I squeezed his cock again, just to make it jump.

"But, what did you get out of it?" he asked.

"Remember, just at the end, when I tightened up and began squirming around?"

"Yes."

"That was me shooting into the pillow."

"I made you cum, just by shagging you?"

"Hell's teeth, I was fighting desperately not to cum."

"Wow," he said, and sounded quite proud of himself.

We parted slowly, I didn't want to let him have his cock back. It felt nice inside me, soft and gentle. Wearily we made our way to the bathroom and I ran a bath. For the second time I lay in his arms as we soaked our cares away.

The phone rang and I got out, grabbed a towel to wrap round me and answered it. It was the desk. A plane would be ready at 9am the following morning. Breakfast would be served from 6am, and we were advised to have an early night.

I cleaned up the pillow as best I could and we sat for a while, naked, watching TV and drinking my whisky. Eventually the drivel on the haunted fish tank passed my bullshit limit and I turned it off. Having nothing better to do we turned to snogging.

"Danny, can I ask you a question?" he asked, when we eventually parted.

"Sure."

"Am I gay?"

"Let me see, you let me suck your cock."

"But that doesn't count."

"Ah, the old Clinton defence again. OK then, you fucked me."

"Hmm."

"You have just been kissing me and it gave you an erection. It is possible that you have some gay tendencies," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a bell curve."

"What's that?"

"Here I'll show you," I said, getting up and taking a sheet of hotel stationery from the desk. On it I drew the familiar bell curve, with its peak slightly offset to the right.

"It looks like a woman's breast, from above, without the nipple," he ventured, but I ignored him as I was back in lecture mode.

"We'll label the left end as 100% gay and the right end as 100% straight. The vertical axis is the percentage of the male population. Now here," I said, drawing a line about one quarter of the way in from the left, "are the obligate gay guys. They can only function sexually with another guy."

"And here," I said, marking off a similar line at the right, "are the obligate straight guys, they can only have sex with a woman."

"But that would make the vast majority of males bisexual," he pointed out.

"And there, David, you have hit the nail on the head. Most guys prefer a partner of one specific sex, but they are quite capable of doing it with either. So technically they are not obligate straights or gays, they are facultative gays or straights," I said.

"I think that you are making it all up."

"David, you had no problem with grabbing a guy and jacking him off, did you?"

"Oh come on man, that was just horseplay and you know it," he said, in his lovely lilting accent.

"Now an obligate straight guy wouldn't have been able to do that. Oh by the way, did it give you an erection when you did it?"

He paused and looked guilty.

"This always happens when you keep men away from women, they go to other men to satisfy their needs. Prisons, ships, religious orders, single sex boarding schools. Wherever you put men into a single sex environment, they start displaying homosexual tendencies that they would never display normally."

"And where would you put yourself on the graph?" he asked.

"About here," I said, pointing to a spot on the paper.

"But that is just left of centre."

"Correct, I prefer males in my bed but I can have sex with females."

"You've done it with a girl?"

"I've even had regular girlfriends."

"Duh!"

"I was young at the time and I wasn't sure if I was `going through a phase' or not. David, some gay guys are so unsure of their sexuality that they actually get married and have kids before they realise that they are gay. And on the other hand, some gays do go straight."

He looked stunned.

"Where would you put me on the graph," he asked.

"I can't do that. Where would you put yourself?"

"About here then," he said, after a pause for thought, placing the pencil about as far off centre to the right as I had indicated to the left.

"Fair enough, at least now you understand the question that you asked."

"But all these guys who muck about with other guys?"

"Ah yes, so many men, so little time," I said, and made him laugh.

We decided on an early night and we went to bed naked. I was blissfully happy curled up in his arms, that cock of his lying against my buns rigid as ever.

"I'm horny again, fancy another shag," he whispered in my ear.

"Roll onto your back," I said.

He did, I got on my knees between his legs and, using both hands, I gave him a wet wank. He relaxed and put his hands behind his head. I now brought my mouth into play, concentrating my efforts on his glans.

He was getting close so I moved quickly and straddled him. Squatting over his groin I guided his manhood to my backdoor and lowered away. Oh God I was spiked again. As soon as he was fully home a moved my legs into the kneeling position.

"Since you are hung like a horse, I'll ride you like one. Gee-up!" I said, as I began bouncing around. But he was too hot and two hands firmly caught my hips and locked me in position, just off his body. Then his hips began thrusting as hard as they had been going earlier, driving his shaft in and out of my guts.

When he came he pulled me down on him as hard as he could and drove his cock as far into my body as it was possible to go. There it went into the spasms that told me he was dumping his load inside me again.

When he had caught his breath he wrapped a wet hand round my cock and jacked me off. He made no attempt to dodge my load as it went all up his chest and onto his face.

I sat there for a while and enjoyed the cock in my ass.

"Man, I've never cum four times in one day before," he said, in wonder.

"Five, if you count the time you jumped me," I said, grinning.

"Ouch, don't remind me of it."

"Once I get you going, you are a fantastic ride," I said.

"You're great too. I don't have to buy you dinner, or presents, or take you to a movie or a disco. I just have to ask you for a shag and you go and let me," he said, in a sort of awed voice.

"Just snap your fingers and I'm yours," I said.

Then I ever so slowly pulled off him and that lovely black cock slid from my ass leaving a void in my guts.

The next morning we were up at 5 and on the bus at 7. We checked in again and went to the departure lounge. This time David had removed the keys and the security man didn't get his jollies.

When we went to board the purser was waiting and took us to the left, instead of to the right.

"We've upgraded you," he said.

This was the first time I have been in First Class and I was impressed. For a starter lunch was not only edible, but also down right delicious! There were also vast quantities and David again ended up eating anything that I left.

The Captain came back to talk to us and I mentioned that he really shouldn't have upgraded us. He said that the Cabin Crew had done it. I was really quite chuffed.

"They are still talking about the way you walked into the galley and calmly said that the engine was on fire the same way someone would ask for a can of beer. I know that the British are cool, but that was awesome," he said.

"I'm a doctor. For a while I worked in the Accident and Emergency department. In A & E you quickly learn that things run better if you keep cool and calm at all times. So it was quite easy," I said.

We chatted for a while then he moved on to speak to the others in First Class.

Unlike the last flight this one went like clockwork. We landed, cleared immigration and customs, but now we would have to part.

As we came out of the arrival hall we could see a chauffeur holding up a card with "David Jones" written on it.

"So David, we have come to the parting of the ways. I must say that you made a potentially boring layover in Gander into a rather exciting time," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

David looked very sad. I don't think he had realised we would be parting so soon.

"Better not keep your driver waiting," I said.

Suddenly he brightened up and pulled out the envelope which contained his travel documents. He ruffled through them and pulled one out.

"Yes!" he said, "I only tore up the plane ticket. I still have a double room at the hotel for the rest of the fortnight. Do you want to share a room with me again?"

David really was an expert at asking bloody stupid questions.

The chauffeur blinked once when David identified himself and once more when he realised that I was the second party, but said nothing. At the hotel our luggage was taken from us and David went up to reception while I hung slightly back.

Above the receptionist's head there was a large black and white photograph of a rather stern and seriously uptight looking man. The legend under it informed me that he was the founder of the hotel group and now the corporate president. I remembered that I had read an article on him once and he was a religious zealot of some sort. Insisted that every guest must find the bible open as some pious verse every day.

"Ah Mr Jones, you have arrived at last. I hope you'll find it a bit warmer in Florida than it was in Newfoundland. I have some good news for you. Since your holiday got off to such a terrible start the Manager has decided that you, and your good lady, can have the Honeymoon Suite," the receptionist said, with that false brightness that Americans have when dealing with customers.

David stood tongue-tied for the moment. Not getting an immediate answer the girl looked round and we made eye contact. She went bright red and began to lose her composure.

"Oh dear. I suppose that I had better tell the truth. The town is full and we let your room go. There were no bookings for the Honeymoon Suite but it is the last room in the hotel, I haven't a twin room left," she said.

"It is alright, my dear, we had to bunk up together in Gander. He is quite house-trained, doesn't snore too much or hog the blankets," I said, in my best BBC accent.

She managed to smile and we went through the formalities of signing in. She made a comment about loving our accents then a bellhop was summoned and handed our key. He looked at the number and did a double take. Then he looked at the girl questioningly. She nodded abruptly. He shrugged and grabbed our bags.

In the elevator I saw him eyeing David up. At the door of our room he unlocked the door, threw it open and we entered. Ohmygawd there was a huge four poster bed, just dripping in white lace. A humungous bowl of fruit stood on the coffee table, next to an equally large floral display and on the dinning table was a bottle of champagne on ice.

"One of us should have carried the other over the threshold," I quipped, making the bellhop laugh.

"My God what a room!" exclaimed David, as he took in the overwhelming pretentiousness of the place.

I dug out a note and gave it to the bellhop. He thanked me and, as David was not looking in our direction, the young scallywag ogled David's basket, looked at me and rolled his eyes. I patted his buns as I showed him out and he made no move to dodge away, he just grinned.

I went across to the phone and dug out my travel documents. I got the phone number of the hotel I should have been at and called to cancel my booking. Happily they were overbooked and there was no cancellation fee.

Yup, there was the open bible on the bedside cabinet. I closed it and stuck it in the drawer.

By then David had taken in the entire suite. It appeared that the bathroom seemed to be a marble shrine to the god of cleanliness. There were marble steps leading up to a half sunken, massive, circular bathtub with gold plated fittings. Good God you could have got a rugby team in there. In fact it all belonged on a Hollywood sound stage.

David rooted around in my hand baggage, pulled out the tube of KY and held it up in his left hand. Then he very deliberately snapped the fingers of his right hand.

I wondered if David was into role-playing. However it was worth a try. I undressed as quickly as I could and went over to him.

"Your wish is my command, Master," I said.

"Take my cock out and suck it till it is hard, boy," he replied, in a commanding voice.

As I got his wedding tackle out of his jeans I wondered how far he would go with the game. Thank goodness he didn't want me to take it out just using my mouth because it was as hard as a rock before I even got to it.

I started with the head then after a while when I was bored with just that, I deep throated him. He made appreciative noises, being too far gone to carry on a rational conversation. I then backed right off and stood up.

In seconds I had two of his fingers in my ass pushing KY into me and his tongue was in my mouth and going for my tonsils.

"You need a good shagging, that's what you need," he said, when he had finished licking the inside of my mouth.

"Which position do you intend to take me, Master?" I asked.

"Position?"

Oops, he was getting out of character, I'd better try to save him.

"Face down - bum up, playing horsy - like last night, up against the wall, bent over the table, doggy style, or the missionary position?" I offered.

"Can two men do it in the missionary position?"

I walked over to the bed and lay on my back, raised my legs and opened them. He got the idea, climbed on the bed and crawled between them. I then rested my ankles on his shoulders.

He greased up his cock, but did not remove his clothes.

"Now boy, you're going to get the shagging of your life, so you are," he said, grinning evilly.

The missionary position is a favourite of mine. It allows both of you to watch the cock doing the fucking, it allows you to kiss and hug. Why if you are very supple, the top can suck the other guy and fuck him at the same time. But its one slight disadvantage is, the top guy is in total control of the bottom, unless the bottom is incredibly strong.

So there was nothing that I could do as he slid it in to the hilt in one thrust. I made a whooshing noise and he looked down at me and grinned.

"That's what you like, a big black cock, right up you, isn't it, boy?" he said, giving a few testing thrusts.

"Yes Master," I replied, dutifully.

"Tell me what you need, boy," he commanded.

"I need to be fucked until I can hardly walk straight. I need to feel you use my ass to dump your seed in. I need it to be shoved so far up my ass that I can taste it, Master," I said.

With each sentence he got more turned on. He bent forwards crushing me against the mattress. His lips touched mine and his tongue instantly pushed its way passed my teeth. Getting in me at both ends seemed to wake up the animal inside him. His hands slid up my back and hooked over my shoulder. He pulled me down the bed and into a better position to be fucked.

Then he started. I had often heard it said that Negroes can be wild in bed. I had also heard it said that they are all well hung, although from my job I knew that's not true. I had additionally heard the expression, "Once you try Black, you never go back."

As he ravished my ass I suddenly realise that there might be a grain of truth in the last one. Any coyness that he had had about fucking me had gone. I was being used for his pleasure. Although later he might be full of remorse, at this time he was fucking me as hard as he could.

His cock churned up my guts and his shirt and belly kept rubbing madly over my erection. It was no good, the bugger was taking me, unwillingly, over the edge and because his tongue was effectively gagging me I couldn't even tell him.

I thrashed about under him in the throes of my orgasm and hoped that I would take him too. My luck was in, before I had finished messing him he was redecorating my innards. I revelled in the sensation of his cock pumping inside me as he slowly subsided and his hips stopped thrusting. We lay there holding our position for ages.

"I'm sorry Master, I came all over your shirt and belly," I said, staying in character.

"Oh Christ, I lost control again, and this time I did it myself," he said, in an awed voice.

Obviously the role-playing was over.

"I hope you can remember how to do it. When you lose control you are the wildest fuck on earth," I said, also dropping out of character.

He got off me and we gently uncoupled. My load was everywhere, all over my belly, in my pubes, in his pubes, all over his shirt and even on his jeans. So the least I could do was lick him clean. Now that shook him rigid.

We left the champagne on the ice, I hate it too early in the day. I got cleaned up and dressed, David got changed, and we went out for a walk. It was a pleasant day, not yet too hot, and returned to the hotel for lunch.

About half way through the meal the bellhop came to our table.

"Mr Jones' car has been delivered. If you could call by the reception and sign the rental agreement after lunch," he said.

I noticed that he was standing in a position to view David's basket. David gave him a 5-megawatt smile and the kid beamed as he left.

The size of the portions over there, they are so big. Thank goodness David eats a lot otherwise half of mine would have ended up in the bin.

We went to the reception and asked for the car's papers. As he had never driven on the left before, and I quietly reminded him, he should not drive after an epileptic fit until his doctor had given him the OK, I got signed up as an additional driver.

That afternoon I took David on his first visit to a Mall. It was a rather large one and it took us most of the afternoon to get round it. David was amazed at the sheer size of it.

After we got back I casually suggested a nice relaxing bath. David agreed and I went and ran one. When I returned to the bedroom he was standing in the middle of the room looking out of the window at the beach with his back to me.

I went up behind him and put my arms round his waist. Then I turned him to face the full-length mirror that was on the door of the walk-in wardrobe. Next I unbuckled his belt and pulled his T-shirt up out of his pants and then pulled it over his head.

We both watched as my hands explored his chest. Tentatively I toyed with his nipples and he made happy noises as they became erect in my fingers.

By then it was time to caress that basket of his. I found he was already loading his shotgun and I traced its outline through his jeans. Being a bastard I got him fully erect before proceeding to unbutton his fly.

I always think button flies are so much sexier than zip ones. There is never the frustration of getting it caught in the underwear on the way down, or even worse, the absolute agony of it catching on the foreskin on the way up!

No, with buttons you can undo them one at a time and make a meal of each one. So, by the time his jeans fell to his ankles his scants were tented out, stretched to their limits in a futile effort to cover that big black meat bone of his.

I looked at the reflection of his face. He was staring at my hands as they slid in through the leg holes of his scants. His brow was breaking out in sweat. I wrapped one hand round the shaft and pulled back his foreskin, then ran my thumb over the eye of his cock. It was already moist and I spread the precum all over the head. This induced him to produce more.

My other hand weighed those nuts of his. At the moment they hung slack and rested nicely in my hand. I knew that they contained his seed and soon that would not be in his body, but in mine. At last I released his tackle and took his scants off.

"That was the sexiest strip that I have ever seen, and it was me that was being stripped," he said.

"I have a feeling that the position of the mirrors in this room are not exactly accidental. If you notice, from the bed you can see yourself from almost every angle. I'm a bit surprised that there isn't one on the ceiling," I said, and he giggled at the thought.

"Now just let me get out of my togs, then we're going into that big bath and I am going to sit on that," I said, giving his todger a playful squeeze.

I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and when I was bending over taking off my socks I felt the cold KY being pushed through my ring by his strong fingers. Even after I had taken off my socks he would not let me stand up straight. Eventually he had all four fingers in me. He wiggled them and I sighed with happiness.

"I still can hardly believe that I have most of my hand in you, and I don't believe anyone can take a fist," he said, making me sigh again.

"David, some guys can take 2 hands at once," I said.

"Fucking Hell!" he exclaimed, "Now that must really hurt."

"Some people get off on pain, but I have no doubt that it is within the elasticity of the outer anal sphincter," I lectured. I really must stop doing that.

His hand slipped from me, I wanted to cry out, but didn't as I knew he was greasing up something that was even more fun than a hand.

Ah, the pleasure as the head of his cock fitted snugly inside me. I backed onto him until I could feel the hairs of his bush press against my buns. Then I reached back, spread my ass cheeks and pushed back again getting the full length into my ass.

"You really do like a cock up your arse, don't you?" he asked.

"I'm not normally this eager, but this cock is different," I said.

"Tell me."

"It is big. It is black. And most important, it belongs to you," I said.

"Ah so you ARE into black guys?"

"I am now, or rather there is a black guy into me."

He laughed, straightened me up, put his arms round me and lifted me up. Then he walked, carrying me with his cock firmly in me, which was a novel sensation, into the bathroom, up the marble steps and he got into the bath.

I sat, bouncing up and down on his lap like a restless child. When we tired of that I carefully turned round, without parting from him, until I sat facing him. Then the kissing began. I think he was trying to get his tongue far enough down my throat so that he could lick the end of his cock.

Then he cheated by grabbing me by the cock and giving me a soapy wank. God did that make me wriggle around on his black pudding. Just before he made me shoot he flipped us both over and put my legs over his shoulder. He grabbed me with his left arm and continued the soapy wanking with his right hand. His lips met mine and his tongue was rammed into my mouth. As soon as he began that desperate humping of his hips I knew I was lost.

He did not come with me this time he hung on for about a minute, but my orgasm made his thrusts more frenetic, until finally, his load was streaming into my guts.

When he recovered he rolled us over so I was siting on his lap facing him again. We sat kissing, his slowly shrinking manhood still hidden in my back passage. This was the first time that anyone has left his cock in me until it became totally soft, and I enjoyed it greatly.

In the fullness of time we had to get out or we would be totally shrivelled. We dried each other and retired to lie on the bed, drinking our champagne and kissing. To get our minds off sex we put on our swimming trunks and the luxurious white dressing gowns that the hotel had provided, grabbed two dry towels and went down to the pool.

I take my swimming seriously and did my regular 15 lengths of the pool. Then I climbed out and lay on a sun bed. David was more of a recreational swimmer and was still happy to play about in the water close to me.

"Excuse me, Mr Roberts, but may I have a word with you."

The voice was discreet and respectful. I opened my eyes and squinted up at the speaker, it was the bellhop from this morning.

"Yes, of course, er, what is your name?"

"Jimmy, Mr Roberts. It is about the tip you gave me this morning. Did you realise that it was a twenty?"

I grinned.

"You see," he continued, "a lot of foreigners get caught by dollar bills all being the same size and colour."

"Actually I did know it was a twenty, but you are an honest lad."

"Twenty is a rather large tip."

"Jimmy, I had just been told that I need not pay for a hotel room or a car for this trip. That means I'll save the cost of the two most expensive items of my vacation. So I'm up over $2,000 and you're up $20," I explained.

"You just picked him up!" he said, nodding to David.

"Yup, on the flight over, well, on the stopover in Gander, to be precise."

"Is he really as big as he looks," he asked.

I nodded. Jimmy gulped.

"Can I watch?" he asked.

"Watch what?"

"Watch you two on the job," he said, cheekily.

"You are a voyeur? You get a kick out of watching others on the job?" I asked, with a smile.

"Heck no. I just want to see him in action."

"Pity you didn't ask earlier. OK I'll ask him if he minds and if he doesn't object we can discuss it further," I said.

"Discuss it further?"

"Well, for a starter, what's in it for me?"

Jimmy paused for a moment.

"I'll let you suck my cock."

"Kid, at the moment I'm getting to suck all the cock that I want. I get to deep throat him about twice day."

"Christ! You can take him down your throat?" said Jimmy, sounding genuinely impressed.

"So what is your next offer?"

"I'll suck your cock."

"It'll cost you your ass, kid. I haven't managed to roll him over yet and I fancy being on top for a change," I said, in a semi-serious voice.

Jimmy nodded eagerly.

"But remember it is conditional on him agreeing," I reminded him.

"OK, I'm off for the next two days," he said, and quite abruptly left.

I closed my eyes but was almost immediately disturbed.

"Was our bellhop annoying you sir?"

I opened my eyes again and saw a skinny young man in a business suit. He had lower-management stamped all over him. For some reason I went off him instantly.

"No, quite the contrary. I had tipped him a twenty this morning by mistake and he had come over to hand it back. However I was so impressed with his honesty that I let him keep it. I always find honesty so refreshing in today's grasping and materialistic society that I think it should be rewarded, don't you?" I said, lying through my teeth.

"Er, yes sir. I'm glad that our staff are so trustworthy," he stuttered. My reply had caught him completely off guard. I would have to warn Jimmy that this guy was onto him. I sat up and looked at his name badge, Andrew Patterson was engraved on it.

He left and David pulled himself out of the water.

"What was all that about?" he asked.

"Let's go to our room and I'll fill you in there," I said.

Back in the room I told him about the conversation with Jimmy.

"He just wants to see my cock?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"David, a lot of guys want to see your cock. The guy at the check-in back in London, two of the cabin crew, at least three of the male passengers, there may be more, I only caught three stealing a glance, and I was dying to see it. Anyway he wants to see it in action as he doesn't believe I can deep throat you," I said.

"I'm with him on that point, I don't really believe it myself, and I've seen you swallow it."

OK, I'll contact him tomorrow and set up a date. Did I mention it is costing him his ass?"

"You are going to shag him, he is only a kid."

"He is a lot older than he looks and I suspect that he is on the game."

David gave me a funny look and the matter was dropped, for the moment.

I dug out my guidebook and looked up the gay establishments available in the city. A gay restaurant called Le Minou Rose, The Pink Pussycat, caught my eye. It promised everything I needed. Discreet, pleasant staff, soft lighting, French cuisine and an excellent wine list.

"Can I take you out to dinner?" I asked David.

"Now wait a minute, man. You let me have a shag any time of the day or night, in fact whenever I feel like it. You suck my cock and I think that I'm never going to stop cuming, AND you want to buy me dinner. Am I having a dream or something?"

"No, this is one of the fun parts of being gay. When you are young and cute you don't have to jump through hoops to get laid. That comes later, when you get older and still like younger partners. So, as long as we share a bed, you can fuck me as often as you like, and I get all the cock I can eat. Now get dressed while I book a table."

I don't know who takes their bookings but I could have gone to bed with his voice. He had the most incredibly sexy French accent.

I found the restaurant without any problem. One of the nice things about America is the parking. As they would rather die than walk a block, there are parking places everywhere you go. So we drove into the vast lot and parked.

We entered and were shown to our table. Our waiter was a slightly nellie queen who found David drop dead gorgeous.

"Hi, I'm Billy and I'm your waiter for this evening," he lisped. Then he proceeded to recite from memory tonight's specials, at about 120 words a minute with gusts up to 200.

He took our orders for drinks and left us with the menu.

"Oh man, it is all in French," said David.

"There is a brief description in English of every dish," I pointed out.

"But I've never seen any of these things in my life."

"Do you like salmon?"

"Yes of course, man," he said.

"And do you like beef?"

"You know I do," he said.

"OK that only leaves the wines," I said, reaching for the wine list.

"You know, I've never been in a posh restaurant like this before," he said, looking round the place.

"You'll get used to it. Thanks to you supplying the hotel room and the car, we can afford to dine out like this every night," I said, as I perused the wine list.

Presently Billy returned and took our order.

"We'll have the salmon platter as starters and the Chateaubriand to follow. A half bottle of number 135 to go with the fish and a bottle of number 49 with the main course," I said.

Billy took his eyes off David's naughty bits long enough to write it all down and then swished off.

"Do you think Billy boy is gay?" David asked.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, several heads turned and I felt a fool.

"David, Billy is as gay as a goose and he fancies you like crazy," I said, managing not to giggle.

"What makes you think that?"

"He can't keep his eyes above your waist. If you don't believe me when he comes back with the wine make sure your chair is a bit back from the table and keep your legs apart. That'll make his eyes pop," I suggested.

David grinned and moved into position. Billy returned and took in the view.

"Oh, stop it you naughty boy, or there will be wine going everywhere," he said, giving David a swift peck on the cheek and totally flooring him.

Then Billy and I got down to the serious business of opening and tasting the wine. That done he took his leave, hips swinging.

"Bloody Hell man, he kissed me in public!" said David.

"He is the type that kisses men and shakes hands with the ladies. Besides it was all over so fast I doubt if anyone noticed."

One of the things that I always forget is the euphemisms in America. For example the bog, loo or toilet is always referred to as the bathroom, even if there is no bath within a mile of it. Another is the word "platter". When used in conjunction with food, then it means; enough food to feed a family of four. Our smoked salmon platters arrived and there was barely room to put them on the table.

"My God man, there must be a whole fish on there," said David.

"What a cute accent you have, dear. Where do you come from?" said Billy.

"I was brought up in Wales," said David.

This obviously confused Billy, well Americans tend to have a very limited grasp of geography, so he copped one more eyeful of the front of David's jeans and left.

"This salmon tastes a bit different from the stuff we get back home," David said, after the first mouthful.

"It tastes the same to me," I said, puzzled, "have you ever eaten smoked salmon before?"

"No, we usually have it out of a tin," he said, tucking in with some relish.

I tried hard not to laugh. Just then my attention was taken by Jimmy, the bellhop, entering in the company of a very distinguished looking, middle-aged man.

"Don't look now but Jimmy has just come into the restaurant," I said, casually.

David waited before looking and I took a sip of my wine.

"Do you think that's his uncle he's with?" asked David, innocently.

There is a point when you are swallowing a liquid where laughing is a bad idea. Delicious as the liquid is in your mouth, it is a disaster if it ever gets into your nasal cavity. For several seconds I teetered on the edge. Finally I risked a quick gulp and the danger passed. I laughed as quietly as I could into my napkin.

"David, you are so beautifully innocent. Please don't ever change," I said.

"What did I say wrong, man?"

"I told you I suspected Jimmy was on the game. The man is his trick, not his uncle. But as it happens the word uncle is used in jest in the gay world as a euphemism for such people," I said.

"On the game, what game? Trick? I'm not following you, man."

"Oops sorry. I'll explain it layman's terms. Jimmy is a male prostitute and the gentleman with him is his er, customer."

"Male prostitute, you're mad, that's what you are," David said, in total disbelief.

"Well you can ask him yourself, he is heading our way," I said.

"Hi Jimmy, fancy meeting you in here," I said, as he arrived at our table.

"Oh, Colin always brings me here, he's a regular of mine and I think he likes to show me off," said Jimmy.

"Oh my God it is true," said David.

Jimmy shot me a questioning look.

"He was having some trouble with the concept of you augmenting your income by renting out your pretty little ass," I said.

"Colin is a very sweet old guy, and surprisingly good in bed. If he also wants to be generous to me I'm not going to complain as the hotel only pays the minimum wage," he explained, to a horrified David.

"Drop by our room tomorrow afternoon about 3. Oh and be careful. Andrew Patterson is on your case," I warned.

"Oh Shit. He is a fundamental Christian, out to save the world from itself. He has managed to get two guys fired already and he hasn't been here 6 months," said Jimmy.

"Well I covered you with glory," I said.

"Thanks," he said, "see you tomorrow, you hunk."

He gave David a kiss, smack on the lips, and departed back to Colin's table.

"Do close you mouth, David. It looks silly hanging open like that.

"What sort of place is this?" he asked.

"Look around and tell me what you see," I said.

David looked round at all the tables.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," he said.

"Now look round and tell me what you don't see."

"You're daft, that's what you are. How can I see what isn't there?"

"Just try it," I said, smiling.

David looked again, every table had men sitting at them. It was quite amusing to watch. Gradually he noticed the absence of women.

"It's all men in here," he said.

"Right! We are in a gay restaurant."

"You mean they are all gay?"

"Yes."

"Am I safe in here?"

Again I laughed out loud.

"You might get groped, but it would only be in fun. Nobody is going to try to rape you."

He looked doubtful.

"There are a few who would love to be raped by you," I said, and he grinned.

"If you do have to go to the loo, I would advise you not to smile at anyone," I cautioned, half in jest.

We finished our salmon. No, that isn't quite true. I ate about half of my platter and David ate his and finished mine.

"That salmon was very nice, how was it cooked," he asked, wiping his lips with his napkin.

"Er, it was smoked salmon," I said.

"So it was cooked by smoking it?"

"Not exactly. The smoking just gives it a nice flavour."

"Well how was it cooked?"

"It wasn't."

"Are you trying to tell me that I just ate a plate and a half of RAW fish?" he said, slightly horrified.

"Yes, but you liked it."

"If I had known it was raw I'd never have touched it."

"Sometimes it is better to find out afterwards."

"This meat that you ordered, is it cooked?" he asked suspiciously.

"Oh yes, it is Chateaubriand not Steak Tartar," I reassured him.

The rest of the meal went wonderfully. David also had the lion's share of the wine and this relaxed him nicely. Eventually I called for the bill and paid it. As we were leaving Billy casually groped David, who whispered something in his ear that made him laugh.

As we walked to the car I asked David what he had said.

"I told him not to play with what he couldn't afford."

I burst out laughing.

We got to the car and the entire evening began to go spectacularly wrong. Suddenly three thugs surrounded us. The one in front of us had a gun the other pair had knives.

"OK faggots, take out your wallets, drop them on the ground and start running," said, the one with the gun.

"You know it isn't very nice to point a gun at someone, it could cause offence," said David, in a very calm and controlled voice, from which all traces of his lilting Welsh accent had vanished.

"Can it, nigger," the gunman screamed.

I had enough time to think "Oops" before there was a whirl of movement. The sound of an arm being broken is really quite sickening, but it did make him lose all interest in holding the gun. I also think kicking a man when he is down is not a very nice thing to do, but on the positive side, it did stop him screaming.

I noticed that David managed to inflict all the injuries on the gunman without turning his back on the other pair.

"RUN!" he screamed at them, his face twisted in fury so that he hardly appeared human anymore, and they obeyed him. Shit I almost took to my heels myself.

"We better take him to the hospital," I said, going into doctor mode.

"Get in the car and drive out of here at a normal speed. Do not put the lights on until we are safely out on the road," he said, pulling out a handkerchief and picking up the gun with it, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the car. Once we were in the car and moving, he opened the glove box and dropped the gun in it, then closed it.

"Which regiment were you in?" I asked, when we were safely back in our room.

"I wish you hadn't asked me that, boyo, because I'm not allowed to tell you," he said, with a grin.

"Yes, that is what I thought, the way you handled yourself back there."

"Once the gunman was disabled we weren't in much danger, the other two were holding their knives all wrong. If they hadn't run when I told them to they would have been easy meat," he said.

"I must make a careful note never to call you a nigger," I said.

"Oh you can do it in fun, if you like," he said, with a grin.

"Oh, does my big buck nigger want to fuck me," I flashed back.

And those were the last words that I managed to get out for about 15 minutes. Rape has always been a fantasy of mine. In real life it is much more exciting. The most amazing part was; he got all my clothes off without ripping anything.

He had me face down on the floor and was sitting on my bum. There was a slight pause while he removed his belt then my arms were pulled behind me and my wrists firmly tied together. He stood up, stripped, rolled me over on my back and sat on my chest.

"No look boyo, see what your big buck nigger has for you, some nice black meat. But it is naughty to eat with your fingers, see. So you'll just have to use that nice warm mouth of yours," he said, emphasising his Welsh accent.

It is not the easiest task in the world, doing a blowjob without using your hands, but I was up to it. The view up his flat stomach, to his muscular chest and on to his grinning face made it all worth the effort.

"That's right boyo, get me nice and hard and then I can give you a right seeing to," he said, ruffling my hair playfully.

By skilful use of my tongue and lips I soon had him hot and hard. The precum was oozing out at a prodigious rate and this was encouraging me to greater efforts.

"My, my, but you do like your black cock to suck on, don't you? But if you are not careful you'll be getting in your mouth what should be ending up in your arse, and that would never do, would it?" he said, pulling back and retrieving his manhood from my sucking mouth.

I could still reach his balls so I began licking them. He made happy noises so I started licking the back of his balls. He lifted his weight off my chest and I wriggled down a bit and now began licking his perineum, that is the sensitive bit between his balls and his ring. I suspected that he did not yet know that his ring was my target.

"Ah now that feels right nice. It keeps me real hot but doesn't make me want to come. You have got a magic tongue, so you have, Danny boy," he said.

Gradually I worked my way back and he caught on to my game. He made no protest he just let my hungry tongue begin licking his ring.

"You are a dirty bugger and no mistake," he said, letting me bury my face between those beautiful ass cheeks of his.

I slowly penetrated his ring with my tongue. He resisted a little at first but the sensation of a soft wet tongue probing around that area is very seductive and soon I was rimming him properly.

"I think, Danny boy, that you are after getting more than your tongue up my arse," he said, finally, just as my tongue was getting tired.

"But now it is time for you to get a good shagging. You have worked hard for it, boyo, so I'm going to ream your arse out good and proper.'

He got off me and effortlessly lifted me. He placed me on my knees with my chest resting on the bed. He grabbed the KY and greased me up, then I heard him apply some to his cock.

"I've always wanted to shag someone who was tied up. They can't do anything to stop you, see. So I get to call all the shots, and you boyo, just have to take what I give you," he said.

I felt the tip of his cock touch my ring and he gave a little push with his hips and the wide head of his manhood dilated my ring and made me gasp.

"Now it feels right nice when I push the head of it into you, so I think we'll start with a bit of that," he said.

He now held my hips firmly and pulled out of me totally, then with the same little shove of his hips, he was back in. I groaned. Normally there was just the initial stretching as he entered me, then all I had to do was cope with the shaft of his cock. But now I was getting the head of it repeatedly going in and out of me. This was continued for several long minutes. Under normal circumstances I would have stopped him, but he figuratively, if not literally, had me over a barrel.

"Now there you are, that has loosened you up nicely," he said, leaning forwards and driving the entire length of his cock into me.

He didn't stop, he just pulled all the way back and pushed forwards. There was no gentleness in his actions. I was getting a slow hard fuck.

"You see this is what I like, giving you a proper shagging, making it last, letting it soak in there. It lets me build up a better load in my balls, see."

I desperately wanted to shoot. But he had cunningly positioned me so only my chest was on the bed and my cock just dangled in the air with nothing to rub against. I sneakily tried to work my way forward.

He caught on immediately and dragged me back. A hand came round and felt my cock. Desperately I tried to fuck it but it let go and it was returned to my hips, where it held me firmly.

"Not a chance, Danny boy. You're tied up, see. You don't get to come until I let you, and we have a bit to go before that happens," he said, in a cheerfully sadistic voice.

The protracted fuck dragged on and took me along with it. I now had lover's balls. I was whimpering and writhing but none of it did me any good. However I got the impression he was enjoying it.

Finally he stopped moving with his cock in me up to the hilt. I felt his weight on my back as he leaned forwards and put his lips to my right ear.

"We are nearly there Danny boy. That big buck nigger cock that is in your arse is ready to shoot. About two more strokes and it goes off. Does that excite you?" he asked.

I have never had an orgasm without some for of stimulation to my cock. But the combination of his cock rubbing my prostate for ages, my totally helpless position and him talking dirty in my ear did the trick, suddenly I got my release!

He instantly resumed the fuck and, as he predicted, it took him two strokes before he began ramming his load into me. The long delayed orgasms were particularly intense for both of us. He spayed his cum into my innards and I sprayed mine against the bedclothes.

We both lay sobbing and gasping for a while. What amazed me was his control. For more than 15 minutes he had maintained perfect control of his body and forced his control on mine. No wild furious fuck, just a slow, disciplined one, where he used my body as he wished. I had never had sex like this before.

"Can I have my cock back now?" he said, playfully.

I grunted my assent and he slid it out, then mischievously pushed the head back in. I groaned and he slid the wilting member all the way back in me.

"Call me a nigger and I'll keep it in until it is hard and do it all over again," he offered.

I whimpered and he finally withdrew. God my ass felt numb. He released my hands and I discovered I was stiff all over.

"A bath," I croaked pulling myself up onto the bed.

He grinned and disappeared into the bathroom. Presently I heard the bath filling. I must have dozed off because the next thing that I remembered was being picked up in his strong arms and carried into the bathroom. The warm water felt wonderful. His warm lips on mine felt even better.

"Now see, that's what I call a proper shag. Did you like it?" he murmured in my ear.

"It was incredible."

"I've always wanted to try it. Just me running the show, all going at my speed, see. But I never had the chance, until you came along. God, I love shagging you, you let me get away with anything, you do," he whispered, hugging me to his chest.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked, just to test the waters.

There was a silence that lasted several seconds.

"It felt nice when you put your finger in me, and even nicer when you tried to get your tongue in, but I'm not sure about you putting you cock in me. I'm too afraid you might hurt me, see."

"OK, here's the deal. Next time I'll work on that fantastic butt of yours, and if when I'm finished you are not begging to be fucked I won't do it. How does that grab you?" I asked.

"Man, you are daft, I'll never beg any man to shag me."

"Don't bet on it," I cautioned, and he didn't look quite as confident when he heard that.

We made our weary way to bed and I went out like a light. I was therefore not at all amused to be wakened a little later by David having another seizure.

It was briefer than the last one and at least he didn't wet the bed this time. I checked him over and he did not seem to have injured himself. But it was strange, two attacks so close to each other, after such a long gap. There must be a link but I would think about that in the morning when I was completely awake.

I got out his Phenobarbital and shook the contents of the bottle out into my hand. There were 12 capsules, exactly the same number as before. He had not taken his medication at all. I was now getting mad.

I got a glass of water and woke him, then fed him the correct dosage and let him go back to sleep. Next I went through all his things looking for the rest of his stock and found none.

Shit! This didn't add up. He had gone on holiday, abroad, with a few days worth of his medication? This stuff was addictive, he would be really hurting when it ran out.

I looked again at the bottle and noticed the date it was prescribed. Good God, it was over a year old! Then I suddenly saw the answer. He had never taken his medication at all. Hmmm. Tomorrow we would be having a very serious doctor and patient discussion.

He woke first and groaned.

"Hurting all over?" I asked.

He grunted.

"You had another seizure in the night."

"Did I..."

"No, this time you were not sexually frustrated, in fact you were quite sexually replete, so you just went to sleep. But why are you not taking your medication?'

"It made me sleepy and I, I couldn't think straight after a couple of days on it."

"I think that you'd better run through EXACTLY what happened starting at the day before the seizure."

"We were on a rock climbing exercise. About halfway up a sheer cliff face I lost my grip and was left hanging by one hand," he began.

"You did have a safety rope, didn't you?"

"You must be joking. We were trained to move fast and not to make mistakes. If we were all roped together all it needed was the enemy to hit one of us and we were all gone."

"So the danger was real?"

"Very! I almost shat in my pants, but I managed to get a grip with my other hand and save myself."

"And that night you had a seizure?"

"Yes."

"Interesting..."

"Interesting, in what way?"

"You were scared to death and you had a seizure, you were on a plane that you thought was going to crash, you had another, last night some muggers threatened your life, and it happened again. An interesting pattern, don't you think? But what happened after, when you saw the MO?"

"He was quite nice about it, gave me the prescription for the medication and a letter for my doctor."

"And you tore up the letter?"

My big buck nigger was now looking like a naughty little boy as he nodded and hung his head in shame.

"David," I said, still being Doctor Roberts, "you have a very serious condition. But it can be treated successfully. Now I'm going to see if I can get you an appointment with a neurologist and have him prescribe another anticonvulsive medication. When we get home I'll see that you get an urgent appointment with one of the best guys in the business."

"Can't you just write me a prescription?"

"I'm not allowed to practice medicine in this country and besides I'm a diagnostician, I haven't been in clinical medicine for years."

"What is a diagnostician?"

Oops, I nearly blew my cover. Time for a smokescreen.

"I work in a lab, the clinicians send me biopsies, bits that they have cut out of their patients. I get slides made and from these I diagnose the illness."

"Like cancer?"

"Yes, I deal a lot with cancer."

"Oh you're a ophthalmologist?"

I had to laugh.

"No, that's an eye doctor, you are thinking of a oncologist, that is a doctor who treats people with cancer. I just tell the oncologist if it is cancer or not and if it is, what type and how advanced it is."

"Well, what kind of doctor are you?"

Some people are quite happy to tell you their profession. Others, like taxmen, are a bit reluctant. My hesitation comes from the mental image that the public has of my job. Oh well, he had asked me outright, I would have to confess.

"I'm a pathologist."

"You cut up dead bodies?" he said, right on cue.

"Post-mortems are about 1 percent of my work."

"And do you do them on people who have been murdered?" he said, still sticking to the script.

"No, that is the job of a forensic pathologist. Any sign of foul play and I call the coroner's office pronto. In fact most of my work these days is research. You see, about a month ago I was made a Professor."

He was still giving me funny looks when room service delivered breakfast. Letting him order had been a mistake, as it required a bloody trolley to hold it all.

After I had finished breakfast, and David was still eating, I went to the phone and dialled one of the few people that I know in the medical profession in the USA. We had met at a conference years ago and kept in touch. The phone rang a couple of times and then someone picked it up.

"Path lab, Dr Johns speaking."

"Hi Peter, Danny Roberts here," I began. After about five minutes of small talk I asked him if he knew any neurologists in the area and told him why I wanted to see one. He put me on hold and the bloody phone played music at me.

In a few minutes he was back. We had an appointment with a neurologist at a medical building downtown.

"That was fast," I said, sounding impressed.

"He is the son of one of the partners in this practice," he said, laughing.

We chatted some more and then we hung up.

Two hands slid round my waist and two lips kissed my neck.

"Thanks," he said, quite simply.

"It's OK, but you must promise me that you'll follow his advice to the letter," I replied.

The hands went lower and found my cock and balls. Up till this point he had only ever jacked me off. Now he was caressing me and trying to make me hard. He got my dressing gown open and I watched those big strong hands play gently with my manhood.

He turned me round and squatted down before me. He opened his mouth and pulled me towards him and my cock went straight into the opening. He then closed his mouth on it.

He managed to get my foreskin rolled back and started to run his tongue over my glans. He must have been paying attention when I sucked him off because he already knew most of the simple tricks. But he just about choked to death when he tried to deep throat me.

"How the hell do you get my cock all the way down your throat and I can't even take yours?" he asked, when the coughing stopped.

"It took me a long time to learn that trick. It's not the sort of thing you should try on your first time. But you know that if you keep sucking on that, I'll cum in your mouth?" I said.

He grinned and nodded then sucked me back in.

"Finger me," I said, and his middle finger slid in me and found my hotspot.

I made no attempt to fight it or hold back. If I made him sick it was his own doing. I just came in his mouth. I got quite a kick from knowing that I was his first. He held me firmly against his face using the finger that was in me to stop me backing off. He rubbed my prostate until I had no more to give, only then did I get my cock back.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It didn't taste at all nasty. It was also a fantastic feeling when you came. I could feel it with my finger too. A lot nice than eating Deborah's pussy," he said.

"Have I got this straight, you used to have to eat her pussy but she wouldn't suck your cock?"

He nodded.

"A bit of a one-sided relationship," I ventured.

"A VERY one-sided relationship, she had me jumping through hoops, so she did. That's why I wanted to try sucking your cock, see. Because this relationship was becoming too one-sided, I was getting all I wanted, you were getting nothing," he explained.

My heart missed a beat. Relationship! Up till now it had been a sort of crazy holiday romance. But he consciously or unconsciously wanted it to continue.

"Relationship?" I asked, cautiously.

"Look man, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You don't want me to buy you clothes. You don't nag me. You do what you are told in bed and never talk back. You don't make the rules and tell me what I can't do. You take me out to dinner at expensive restaurants and then let me shag you afterwards. You can take me right up to the hilt. And best of all, you are always wanting sex. Now, you don't think that I'm daft enough to let you go, do you?" he said.

I was lost for words. I've never really been in a relationship before. Oh I've had short-term flings. But I've never had anyone who wanted to possess me, to have and to hold, as it were. I was lost for words, so I kissed him.

"Now I noticed something when I had my finger in you just now. So up on the bed with you while I give you a quick shag and test something out," he said, positioning me on my back at the edge of the bed.

He knelt down between my legs and lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. He spat on his hand and wiped it onto his weapon. I felt it touch my ring and then I had the head inside me.

"See that, man," he said, proudly, "Now last night I had to shove quite hard to get the head in. But now you've had a proper shagging, I can get in you on spit. All loosened up, you are. Now your arse fits my cock," he said, with pride in his voice.

My God he was right. He played the same game of sliding the head in and out of my ring and there was no discomfort. He had made it easier for me to give him pleasure.

"It'll save you a fortune, not having to buy that KY stuff, won't it?" he said, with a grin, "it makes shagging you a doddle, so it does."

As he ran it in and out of me I felt the sexual pressure building up in him. The strokes got slightly deeper until he was half buried in my ass on the down strokes and all the way out on the up strokes.

I watched his face as it screwed up in ecstasy. Then he was plunging the full length of his organ into me as hard as he could and hosing down my innards with his creamy white cum.

When we were rested there was just enough time to get cleaned up, have a shower and get round to the medical buildings.

The receptionist took our details and soon we were shown into the doctor's office. Dr Williams was most professional. He took down David's entire medical history, every childhood disease, every accidental trauma, the lot, as I said, most professional.

Then he asked about the current problem. David told him what he thought to be the salient points and I added my theory about the stress before the seizures. Dr Williams nodded and asked more questions. At last he put down his pen.

"Now this is what I advise. As you are not a regular patient of mine I am only going to treat you in an effort to stop any further seizures during your holiday. I will give you a prescription and after you have it filled you will let Dr Roberts see you take your medication every day. I'll give Dr Roberts a letter and when you get home he will get you an appointment with a neurologist and he will continue your treatment. Is this acceptable to you both?" he said.

We nodded.

"If there are any adverse reactions to the medication you must phone me immediately," he concluded.

With that we were given a prescription, the receptionist relieved me of quite a sum and we departed.

"You had to PAY?" asked an incredulous David as we left the building.

"Yes, the National Health Service doesn't work here. Will you be able to take time off your job to come and stay with me while they evaluate you?" I asked.

"Er, I'm out of work. It was a shit job and I had had my holidays earlier this year. My boss wouldn't give me the time off to go on holiday again and I had to use the prize before the end of the year. So I quit and I'm as free as a bird," he said, happily.

So it looked like he would be around my place for a while. We went to a large drugstore, and hidden away in the back, we found a small pharmacy. I handed over the prescription and once more David was horrified at the concept of having to pay for it.

Back in our room he took his medication like a good boy and we went out to the mall for lunch. It was about a quarter to three when we got back to the room, and we had hardly closed the door when there was a frantic knocking on it. I opened the door and Jimmy, in his bellhop's uniform, shot in. I quietly closed the door behind him.

"Oh Hell, I'm in the shit. You're right, that bastard Patterson is really on my case. He saw me getting into the elevator but he didn't actually catch me. But he knows what floor I'm on and he'll be round checking every room," he said, while looking really worried.

"What is wrong with that?" I asked.

"I'm in my uniform. It is against the rules for me to be in the hotel and in uniform when I'm not on duty. Some guys were stealing things on their days off. Shit, what am I going to do about Patterson?"

"You said he was some kind of religious nut?" I asked.

"Yeah, the worst kind, everything he does is God's work and justifiable. He is all for, family values, no sex outside marriage, don't even ask what he thinks about gays, Jews or blacks," he replied.

"Thank goodness I'm not Jewish," said David, "still, two out of three isn't bad, is it?

"OK, I'll bet he is a prude too, I've got an idea how we can get rid of him. In here with you, Jimmy," I said, sliding the mirrored door aside and ushering him into the walk-in wardrobe.

"He'll look in here," said Jimmy.

"Not if things go to plan. Now in you go and I'll join you in a second.

I whispered some instructions to David, who grinned broadly, and went into the bathroom, then I joined Jimmy and slid the door until it was almost closed. Through the crack we had a view of most of the room.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Don't be," I replied, as I pulled him into my arms.

I ran my hands over his pert little buns. They were like toys compared with David's. I got one hand up the back of his monkey jacket and slid it down the back of his uniform pants only to encounter bare buttocks.

"No underpants?" I asked, and he giggled.

"When I show some guys up to their room they want me there and then. But I can't disappear for too long. If I leave my underpants off I can just drop my pants and bend over. It saves a lot of time."

I was curious how slack his trade had made him, so my index finger glided between his buns and found his hole. Entering him was easy, I just pushed and my finger slithered into him.

"Pre-greased?"

"Saves time."

Things might have got more interesting if we had not been disturbed by a soft knock on the door. Nothing happened for about a count of 10 and during this time I retrieved my finger and we both turned to watch the door.

Almost silently the door opened and Patterson stuck his head in and looked round. He came in and very quietly closed the door. The first place he went to look was under the bed. For some reason David always pushed his sports bag under the bed. Presumably to get a clearer view Patterson pulled it out.

"If you tell me what you are looking for, Patterson, I may be able to help you find it," said David. Once more his accent had vanished and I was beginning to realise that this was a sign that he was in a very serious mood.

"I'm sorry but I have reason to believe there is an intruder in the hot..." he never finished the word. He just stared at David open mouthed.

There was a quite sucking of air through teeth from Jimmy. David was standing with his face covered in shaving foam and that was the sum total of what he was wearing. His cock was not erect, but engorged enough to make it swing pendulously between his legs.

I must admit it was an eye-catching sight and poor old Patterson couldn't tear his gaze off it. Many homophobes are actually suppressed gays and I would have bet good money that Patterson was one.

"I cannot see the connection between an alleged intruder in the building and you going through my stuff," said David, still running in his dangerous mode.

"I, I, did knock. You being in the bathroom, you may not have heard," Patterson stuttered.

"Right, Patterson. I want you to stop admiring my cock and get the Hell out of my room," said David, quietly.

Patterson went bright red and scurried towards the door.

"Oh, and Patterson. If I ever find you creeping around in here again, I'll break your fucking arm, do you understand?"

Patterson now went pure white as he opened the door and shot through it.

"One last thing, Patterson," said David, just before the door closed.

Patterson shoved his head back into the room.

"Have a nice day!" said David, sarcastically.

Patterson withdrew his head and closed the door. We all froze for a count of ten then Jimmy slid the wardrobe door open and walked across to the door of the room. He grabbed the room key and stuck it in the keyhole thus stopping the door being opened from the outside and turned to David.

"You were fantastic! You ARE fantastic!" he said, letting his eyes drink in David's glory, "God, and uncut too."

"Aw shucks," said David, in his little boy voice as he went into the bathroom and wiped the foam from his face.

"I don't believe that you can deep throat him," Jimmy said, as David returned.

"He doesn't believe it either, and he's seen me do it," I said, walking across to David and getting on my knees before him.

"Now you see it," I said, then I opened my throat and slid the semi-hard weapon into my gullet.

"Now you don't," said David, grinning down at me.

It was wonderful. He was growing in my throat again. I could feel his strong pulse forcing blood into his cock. As it became more and more engorged it slid further and further down my throat. It also got wider and again my throat was distended to its limits to accommodate him. I held him tightly, my arms round his thighs, keeping his cock fully in my face.

I kept it in there until the warning buzzing in my ears told me I was running out of air. I backed off as slowly as I could letting his, now fully erect, cock become visible inch by tantalising inch.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You had all that in your throat!" exclaimed Jimmy.

"It is a talent of mine," I said, in mock modesty.

"No wonder you were not interested in sucking my cock," he said.

I got up off my knees and went over to Jimmy. His pants were round his ankles about 3 seconds after I laid hold of him.

"Observe! No underpants," I said to David, as I beckoned him over.

I bent Jimmy over and pointed to his ass.

"Finger him."

A large black finger disappeared into Billy's back passage.

"He's all greased up and ready to go," said David, in a slightly awed voice.

"Come on you guys, I need the money and I haven't got time to piss about lubing if some guy wants a quickie.

I grinned to David and we both set about stripping Jimmy. When we were finished there was a rather attractive young boy standing before us. He could easily have passed as a fifteen-year-old. His body hair consisted only of a small, light brown, triangular pubic bush, which crowned a nice little cock, cut and currently erect, under which clung two neat little nuts.

His buns were even better to look at than I had imagined in the wardrobe. Jimmy slowly turned round giving us view of his entire body. While he was facing away from us he wiggled his ass then bent over and parted his ass cheeks and flashed his ring at us. It may have seen a lot of use, but it looked quite pert from where I was standing.

"I want to shag him," David whispered in my ear.

"Let me slacken him up first," I whispered back.

Jimmy stood up and turned to face us. I stripped off in nothing flat.

"You are both uncut," said Jimmy.

"Most European males are. Circumcision is only carried out when it is medically necessary or for religious reasons," I said, lecturing again.

"Can I see you take him up the ass," Jimmy said, to me.

"OK, lay on the floor on your back," I said, and he did it.

I got into the doggy position directly above him as if we were going into a 69. David needed no instructions He got behind me and prepared to mount me. I heard him slick up his dick.

"Holy shit, you can take him on spit!" said Jimmy.

"It is all a question of mind over matter, Jimmy. I don't mind, and he doesn't matter," joked David, as he slid back up that now familiar passage.

David turned out to be a natural showman. He took me in one, then put me through my paces just inches before the unbelieving eyes of the boy.

Suddenly the strokes began getting longer and harder. The show was over, and he was fucking me for real now. His hands grasped my hips and I was getting the full length of his rod. Then that delicious moment arrived when he rammed all the way into me, shooting his load as he went. He held me firmly on his cock as it thrashed around spraying his jism. I nearly had a spontaneous orgasm.

Jimmy was speechless. He just kept muttering about it being impossible. We rested above his slim form and the urge to fuck him became too much to bear.

David finally pulled out and his cock hung above the lad's face. Who made no move to avoid the last of David's load as it dripped onto him. He just stared at it.

I now got up and put some KY on my cock. David lifted Jimmy up and placed him face down on the bed. I climbed on behind him and once more he parted his buns. For the first time since London, I slipped my cock into an ass.

God, it felt wonderful. With all the fun I had being bottom with David, I had almost forgotten what it was like to slip another guy a length. Jimmy also knew how to move his ass. He was tight and it felt great. Then David joined in and I felt a thick finger penetrate me. It found my hotspot instantly and began massaging it. I grabbed Jimmy tightly and he really moved that tight little ass. Time stopped and I heard myself cursing as I pumped my load into him.

When we parted I suggested a bath, well it was more than big enough for three. Jimmy got the task of running it and while he was doing that, David and I had a quiet little conversation, mostly on the subject of getting a quart into a pint pot.

We had fun in the bath, lots of horseplay and splashing, groping and grabbing, y'know the sort of thing that always happens when you put a few horny males in a container full of warm water.

We got out and dried each other off. Jimmy made sure that he got to dry David and somehow managed to get David's cock in his mouth in the process. Try as he might he could not get more than a quarter of it into him. David stood smiling and watching the poor lad's futile attempts.

When we got back to the bed Jimmy asked me if I thought he could take David at the other end.

"It is possible, but it requires a lot of trust on your part and some skill on David's," I said.

Jimmy just sat on the bed lovingly playing with David's cock.

"I want it so much, but he'd split me in half, I'm sure," he said, uncertainly.

"I can assure you that he will not even hurt you. But there is one complication. Once he gets that black meat bone of his inside you, he doesn't pull it out until his balls are empty. So him going in, is the point of no return. Do you understand?" I asked.

Jimmy looked slightly fearful when he nodded.

"OK, over on your face like a good lad," I said, as I reached for the KY.

I tried to enter him with my finger but he was already resisting.

"Now Jimmy, just relax, it is only my finger and you can easily take that."

He calmed down a bit and I got inside him. Gently I dilated his anal sphincter and after about ten minutes of careful work I had everything but my thumb in him,

"You're nice and gentle. It feels good when you finger me like that," he said, and I wiggled my fingers inside him, before withdrawing them.

Next I put the end of the KY tube in his ass and squeezed about half the contents into him, he would need it. I handed the tube to David who lubed himself up for the task ahead. At last the moment had arrived, I got off the bed and motioned Jimmy to come to me.

"Jimmy, I am going to hold you off the ground while David gets in you for the first time. This spreads you nice and wide and makes it easier for him, OK?" I said, failing to mention how helpless he would be in such a position

Jimmy put his hands round my neck and I lifted him up, his legs wrapped naturally round my waist and I cupped each of his buns in a hand, parting them, ready for the invasion.

"In your own time, whenever you are ready, David. Now whatever you do, don't tighten up on him, Jimmy, just let him in and I promise you it'll slide in painlessly," I said.

David nodded to me and I felt the shaft touch my fingers as he aligned himself.

"Aaaaah," sighed Jimmy as the black dick coasted effortlessly up his ass.

"There you are, boyo, I've got you spiked good and proper," said David.

"You're in? All the way? I don't believe you," said Jimmy, smiling.

"See I told you it wouldn't hurt. But now we come to the fun bit. Although he is up you to his short hairs, he hasn't actually got an erection. I slackened you off with my fingers just enough for him to slide into when he is soft," I said.

Jimmy whimpered, "No!"

"Oh but yes, Jimmy. As soon as David starts thinking dirty thoughts, the smooth muscle that make up the walls of his helicine arteries is going to dilate. This will make them wider and let a lot more blood into his penis," I said, then realised I was lecturing again.

The smile in Jimmy's face now had been replaced with a more worried look.

"And soon that nice soft cock that is so snugly lodged in your ass, is going to get longer, thicker and an awful lot harder."

Jimmy whimpered again.

"Now David, tell me what it feels like to be inside Jimmy," I said, getting David started on his erection.

"He's nice and tight. His arse is holding my cock softly and firmly. I'm really going to enjoy shagging him," David said, smiling to me over our victim's shoulder.

"Oh my God it is getting bigger. I can feel it growing inside me!" cried Jimmy.

"That's it. Now soon it'll get longer, and as we are both holding you securely you can't rise up, so his cock will bore deep into you, shoving your guts aside to make room for itself. He's straightening your innards out, Jimmy, so you can take him," I said, grinning at the lad.

"Aaaah!" Jimmy sighed again, "God he's pushing it right up into my belly."

"But it isn't hurting is it?"

Jimmy shook his head.

"As soon as it has got long enough it starts swelling outwards. Your tight little ass is going to be widened a lot more than I did with my fingers. Why Jimmy, by the time he has shot his bolt, you'll be a slack assed little slut," I said.

All this talk was mainly for David's benefit. Oh I could have got him hard much faster but I wanted the lad to experience every slow second of getting his ass enlarged.

Jimmy suddenly decided to quit and began struggling. A pitiful attempt as either one of us could have held him.

"No you don't Jimmy, like I told you, he's up you and he's going to fuck you. If you want to play men's games you don't do it by little boy's rules," I said, and Jimmy whimpered.

"Right boyo, I'm nice and hard now. See!" said David.

He must have flexed his cock because Jimmy moaned.

"So here we go, I'll start gently to let you get used to me," said David, as he pulled back with his hips.

Jimmy sighed with relief as David retreated but let out a whoosh of breath as the black rod was stuffed straight back in. I moved my fingers until I was touching Jimmy's distended ring and David's engorged cock. I could feel it running in and out of the lad.

"Pull him a bit towards you, David. He's managing to rub his hard little cock against me and we don't want him shooting until we're ready, do we?"

David did as he was told and I looked down to see Jimmy's little purple-headed warrior sticking straight out from his body.

"OK, you should be sloppy enough now for a good shagging, so here we go," said David, as he stepped up the tempo.

Jimmy rested his head on my shoulder and cried, "I wanna cum. Please let me cum."

"Everything in good time Jimmy. You'll get to cum when David says you are ready and not a moment before," I said, kissing his cheek.

He lifted his head and kissed me full on the mouth. Naturally I tried to get my tongue as far down his throat as I could.

A lot later David telling me to move interrupted our snogging session. He wrapped his arms round the lad and took his full weight while I got down on my knees and sat the lad's thighs on my shoulder. His little cock bobbed before my lips, and it was but the work of a moment to get it into my mouth.

David's thrusts now drove the youngster's hardness through my lips, and my tongue did the rest. As Jimmy was hotter than Hell, he just began firing. Ah, the sweet taste of teenage cum. They squirt it out so eagerly, and scream as they do it.

The lad's much abused sphincter muscles gathered together their final reserves of energy and went into spasm round the meat that was violating them. I reached out and touched the underside of the black cock and I was just in time to feel the semen shooting by on its way into Jimmy's little tummy.

We held the pose for a moment then I told David, "Go!"

He lifted Jimmy high in the air, pulling his cock free in the process and making Jimmy moan loudly. As soon as Jimmy was free of me I lay flat on my back on the floor. David then lowered Jimmy until he was sitting on my face. Before he could move my tongue was inside him slurping up all the nice white cum that had shot out of that big black dick.

When I had had my fill I let Jimmy go and he crawled over to the bed. David lifted him on to it and I joined them.

"So, was it as much fun as you thought it would be?" I asked the lad.

"I must have been mad going with you pair, You could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have been able to stop you," he said.

"True, true, but you are a sound judge of character and really you were in no danger. Mind you Colin may have to throw a handful of sand up there first if he wants to get any traction in the near future," I said, grinning and running a finger round the inside of the lad's ring.

"God, it was wild, you guys really had me going, right up to the end I was petrified," he confessed.

"Fear, correctly used, can be a great sexual stimulant," I observed, "It makes for a very intense orgasm, especially if it is delayed for long enough.

"At first I thought my balls were going to explode if I didn't cum. Then when I did, I thought you were trying to suck my balls down through my cock, and he was cuming inside me at the same time, oh Christ!"

During the course of the late afternoon and evening Jimmy got fucked twice more by each of us. Then I nipped out to K-mart and bought him a T-shirt and jeans for him to wear. Thus, now in civvies, he could safely leave the hotel and join us for dinner at Le Minou Rose, where Billy was once more our waiter and made several passes at David. This time David started with the Ardennes ham, but mercifully did not ask how it was cooked. Afterwards we drove Jimmy home.

That night we were both sexually sated and we just fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning however we were randy again. We started with some foreplay then I noticed that David was not making his usual play for my ass. Tentatively I ran my hands over his black buns. There was no objection.

"Wanna sit on my face and see if I can guess your weight?" I asked, and he grinned.

A few seconds later my lips were on his ring and I kissed him.

"I have often used the expression, kiss my arse, but I never realised how much fun it would be if someone actually did it," he observed. "God, Danny you don't half need a shave, you are tickling me like crazy."

I now demanded entry by pushing the tip of my tongue into his ring. He relaxed and let me in. I played around in there until my tongue was tired then I fingered him and moved my face until I could get his cock into my mouth.

I didn't go for his hotspot I concentrated on getting three fingers into him, the number that would widen him enough to take my cock. I kept using my tongue to insure things were wet and lubricated.

"You are quite determined to shag me, aren't you, Danny boy," he said.

I took his cock out of my mouth and grinned up at him.

"But I'm too frightened it might hurt, see," he said.

"You got on the inside of young Jimmy without causing him any pain," I said.

"He's a lot slacker than I am."

"Was." I said, correcting the tense.

"What do you mean, was?" he asked.

"I've got three fingers in you at the moment," I said.

"WHAT!"

"It isn't hurting and three fingers is enough for me to get my cock through," I said.

"I'm still not sure."

"Ah, but I haven't finished with you yet," I said, making a beeline for his prostate.

"Oh God that feels lovely, man. Oh yes, you keep doing that while I..."

With my free hand I caught the wrist of the hand that was going for his cock.

"No playing with yourself, you naughty boy, you'll go blind!"

"Can't I do it, just until I need glasses?" he said, completing the corny old joke.

We both giggled.

"Oh I get it now. You get me all hot and bothered, then you won't allow me to cum unless I let you shag me?"

"That's about the size of it, but by now you should be feeling some urge to get something better than my fingers in there."

It took another few minutes work before the dam broke.

"All right Danny boy, you can shag me, but you will be gentle, won't you?"

"Up on the bed, face down, bum up, spread those legs and hold your ass cheeks apart," I said, reaching for a fresh tube of KY.

There was a terrible urge to just ram it home and hold on as long as I could, but I resisted. With my foreskin pulled forwards I got the head through his ring.

"OK, that was the worst bit, how did it feel?"

"It actually felt nice," he admitted.

Now my foreskin could stay in the same position relative to his ring while my cock could continue on its way in, just retracting my foreskin from the glans. This ploy got me about halfway home and just enough to prod his prostate.

"Oh that feels lovely, man," he said, as I rocked my hips slightly and rubbed the head of my cock over his hotspot.

This is the trick for a first time fuck. You make the guy get as much pleasure as you can, then you get the repeat business.

Slyly I lengthened the inward strokes and I doubt if he noticed that I was now running the entire length of my shaft in and out of him. Well, he was far too busy telling me how good it felt.

"Danny! I think I'm going to have an orgasm."

"I know that you are, I have been working on it for quite some time. Just go with the flow."

He went with the flow and while he was trying to wring the neck of my cock with his anal sphincter I stepped up the action and got my jollies by shooting my lot up his so recently virgin ass.

We lay enjoying the post fuck euphoria and caught our breath.

"You are a great fuck, David," I said.

"God, I never thought I'd hear those words from any man," he said, "And I did like it. I can see now why you always let me shag you whenever I want it. But what I can't understand is, why did Deborah dislike it so much?"

"To understand that, David, you would have to understand the machinations of the female mind, and so far no male has ever succeeded in doing that."

We got showered, David phoned down for a mountain of food and then ate most of it when it arrived. If I ate just half as much as he does I would have a 42-inch waist.

Then we went down and asked the receptionist about the local sights. We settled on a horse drawn carriage ride through the city and set off.

The trip was interesting and the driver-cum-guide was most informative. We had lunch and returned to the hotel about 3pm.

I pressed the button for the elevator and David muttered something. I looked at him but he shook his head and I let it drop. The elevator was fairly packed until the floor below ours, then we were alone. As soon as the doors close and we began to move David flipped the emergency stop switch and we stopped between floors.

"I think that bastard Patterson is up to something. He was listening in when we were talking to the receptionist before we left, then when he saw us come back in he made a beeline for his office. I'll bet he has bugged our room," he said.

"I think that you are imagining it," I replied.

"Just don't say or do anything in the room until I give you the OK," he said, as he flipped the switch again and got us moving.

We entered the room and the only thing I saw that was different was the huge basket of fruit had been replaced. David tugged my sleeve and led me straight into the bathroom. There he turned both bath taps full on.

"It is in the fruit basket," he whispered, "I was only halfway through the last one and suddenly it's been replaced. You stay here and I'll go check it."

He tiptoed back into the room and got behind the basket. I noticed that it faced the bed and he peered down from above it and nodded to me. Then he came back into the bathroom and we quietly made our plans for the demise of one Mr Patterson.

I turned off the taps and wandered back into the room and hunted round the bedside table on my side of the bed. Then I hunted through the wardrobe. I forgot to close the mirrored wardrobe door, apparently by accident. In fact this removed the image of the room door that had been reflected in it from the camera's field of view.

"Damnation, I've left the guidebook in the car! I'll just nip down and get it," I called to David, who was still in the bathroom.

I left the room and made my way to the foyer. A quick word with the receptionist got me ushered into the general manager's office. He introduced himself as Mr Archer. He went white with rage when I told him what I had found.

"This time Patterson has gone too far," he said.

I told him the rest of our plan and he agreed. We returned to the room and found David lying on the bed. Mr Archer walked silently into the bathroom and watched. I bounced happily onto the bed beside David.

"Hey, they have given us some more fruit," I said, getting up and walking towards the basket, "you fancy anything?"

"Chuck me an apple."

"Bloody Hell, what's this?" I said. In my mind's eye I could see Patterson wetting himself.

David joined me and we both peered into the camera lens.

"Fuck me, we've been bugged! Let's go and get the manager!" he cried.

We walked over to the door, opened it and closed it again. Then out of sight of the camera we quietly made our way to the bathroom and joined Mr Archer.

A few minutes later we heard a key in the door and a very flustered Patterson stuck his head in and looked round. He made a dive for the fruit basket but never made it.

"That's far enough Patterson. We don't want you touching it, but the fact that you went for it and your fingerprints are all over the camera should be enough to convict you, no matter who your alleged uncle is," said Mr Archer.

Patterson now began to look like a cornered rat, he turned and snarled at his boss, "What kind of hotel do you think you're running. The bellhops are common whores and you rent out the Honeymoon Suite to a pair of faggots!"

"That, is quite enough, Patterson, I'm calling security to have you escorted from the building," said Mr Archer.

"I wouldn't touch that phone, if I were you," said Patterson.

Oh shit, he had a gun and he was waving it about in a most alarming manner. We all stood very still and let him have a rant for a while. We got Leviticus 18:22 and 30:13 screamed at us. Then he started raving about 1 Corinthians 6:9 and Romans 1:23. God, he sounded about as insane as St Paul. When he appeared to be running out of steam, David managed to get a word in.

"Why don't you put down that gun before someone gets hurt," he said, in a reasonable tone.

"I don't take orders from monkeys!" he screamed at David.

This time I decided to watch and see exactly what happened. David jumped towards him with no warning. The gun went off and one of the mirrored doors on the wardrobe shattered. Patterson's attention wavered towards the mirror and David grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the gun and yanked it upwards. The gun went off again, this time hitting the ceiling.

David's other hand now got a grip on the forearm and he pulled Patterson's arm down. At the same time he brought up his own knee and smashed the arm across it. The bones snapped and the gun hit the carpet at my feet. I kicked it under the bed for safety. I could see blood on the side of David's T-shirt and I went for my first-aid kit.

"I believe that the emergency number here is 911. If you would be so kind as to dial it and ask them to send the police and an ambulance for Patterson, I'll deal with my friend," I said, to Mr Archer.

Mr Archer grabbed the phone and I got David's T-shirt off. He never let go his grip on Patterson's good arm.

"You broke my arm!" said a bewildered Patterson.

"Would you like a matching pair?" asked David, in an all too reasonable voice.

"This is going to sting a bit," I said, as I got ready to apply the iodine soaked pad.

David didn't even wince as I dabbed it onto the wound. It was just a graze but I'm a doctor and I have got to do things properly. By the time I had patched him up two security guards arrived and took Patterson from David's grip. The man actually looked quite relieved. As they couldn't handcuff his wrists together, they handcuffed his good wrist to the bigger guard. Then we heard the sirens in the distance and gradually they got louder.

The ambulance men were first through the door and got on with the task of putting an emergency splint on Patterson's broken wrist. Two policemen followed them in and began asking questions.

There is a strange talent that you are given when you are gay; you can spot another gay guy at ten paces. Neither of the cops was the slightest bit effeminate, but the way that they looked at David and me, they knew that we were gay too.

The taller one was a blond, but the shorter and stockier one was as black as David. They examined the device without touching it and radioed in for forensic backup. They tried to quiz Patterson but he was in shock and not very coherent. So Mr Archer told them what had happened.

Mr Archer made an unfortunate comment about Patterson being totally unsuitable for the job, and he was not allowed to fire him. Patterson suddenly woke up and said it was our word against his. I pointed out that most likely the tape was still running in his office so everything could be verified from that. Patterson suddenly had that haunted look on his face that Nixon had in the early 70s.

They took Patterson away to the hospital and everyone but the cops went with them. The blond cop walked over to the device, located the switch and turned it off.

"We don't need this to be on the record," he said, with a smile.

"Ever been to a restaurant called, Le Minou Rose?" asked the black one.

"Why?" asked David.

"Oh we have had a rash of muggings and a bit of gay bashing there. And a couple of nights ago we caught one of them. You know, he had his arm broken in exactly the same place, as Patterson did."

"What a terrible country you live in, all guns and violence," said David doing his Welsh bit and making three words out of vi-o-lence.

The cop smiled and said, "What did that one call you?"

"He called me a nig-gar and I didn't like it, not one little bit."

"He also had some broken ribs."

"Well, he was screaming, see. It lowers the tone of the neighbourhood when someone keeps screaming, so it does."

"And the gun?"

"It is in the glove compartment of our car, I didn't actually touch it, I picked it up with my hanky, just like they do in the movies, see," said David.

"You've got the gun!?" asked the blond, becoming excited.

"Yes of course, man, he still had one arm left, he could have taken a shot at us."

"We've got him by the balls," they both said, together.

They then started hugging each other and jumping up and down.

"We've been staking that place out, pretending to be customers and we got nothing. But if we have a gun with his prints, we've got him. He is a convicted felon out on parole. He has broken the conditions of his parole, and it is against the law for a convicted felon to have a gun," said the blond, "By the way, what do you think of the waiters there?"

"David, your mouth is open again, please close it. These two policemen are gay too," I said, "He's a bit new and hasn't learned all the ropes yet."

Just after that the guy from forensics arrived and said, "OK girls, what have you got for me today?"

"Careful George, today you are outnumbered four to one," said the blond.

It was quite amusing to watch a straight guy discover he is in a room full of gay guys, most of whom are bigger and more butch that he is. He quickly put on some gloves and carefully removed the device from the fruit basket and placed it in a plastic bag. He seemed to be very reluctant to bend down in order to retrieve the gun from under the bed.

"It's all right, George, we won't be overcome with lust at the sight of your fat ass when you bend over," joked the blond.

"Where is the receiver?' George asked, still looking worried.

"I think you'll find it in Patterson's office," I said, "and there is another gun for you in the glove compartment of our car.

I gave him the keys.

"Make at least three copies of the tape, just in case the original goes missing," said the blond.

George was out the door as soon as he could and we all burst out laughing.

"When do you pair get off duty? I would like to stand you a dinner," I said. So we made an arrangement to meet at Le Minou Rose at 8pm.

"Not a bad afternoon's work," I observed, "Patterson out of Jimmy's way, the hotel manager running in grovel mode, why, I'll bet we don't even get a bill for all the mountains of food you keep getting sent up."

"And we won another basket of fruit," he said, making a dive for it.

Then a clean-up team arrived and we were told that we could get complimentary drinks at the bar whilst our room was fixed up. We grabbed our swimming gear, some towels and headed for the pool.

Now one thing that I will admit is, the Americans are very efficient in their service industries. In less than an hour we were back in our room, the mirrored door had been replaced, the glass swept up and even the bullet hole in the ceiling had been filled in and painted over.

We arrived at the restaurant first and took our seats. The two cops, the black one was called Joe and the blond Jack arrived next. Then Colin and Jimmy walked in.

I went over to Jimmy's table to tell him the good news. But as it happened he had some better news for me.

"Colin has asked me to move in with him," he said, "so that bastard Patterson can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut."

"I'm afraid the news of you leaving would not really move him one way or another, he is in jail," I said.

Then I gave them both a quick rundown on the events of the afternoon and it clearly made Jimmy's day.

Back at our own table Jack and Joe were bubbling with excitement. They had got the credit of booking the mugger and everyone at the station house had seen the tape of David disarming Patterson.

"We had to run it in slow motion to catch all the good bits," said Jack, "and we rubbed their noses in it by pointing out that you were gay."

David blinked twice at the last comment but said nothing. They even had a copy of the tape for us to take home as a souvenir.

"God, you'll be able to take the hotel chain for some real dough," said Joe.

"The president's nephew, bugs your room, holds you at gun point, then actually shoots you," Jack said, gleefully.

"Alleged nephew," I said, remembering the comment the manager made.

"Why would someone as rich and important as the corporate president pretend that a bastard like Patterson was his nephew when he wasn't?" asked Joe.

"Gentlemen, we all like to fuck around, but we are gay. When a straight guy screws around there is one possible consequence that he must face that we never have to consider and that is, pregnancy!" I said.

"You mean, Patterson really is a bastard?" said David.

"It fits the facts. He is as far from corporate HQ as it is possible to get, and still be in the USA. He obviously got, and kept, the job through nepotism. He is a religious zealot. Yup, he could be the unwanted fruit of the president's loins," I said.

The rest of the meal went well, we only had to pull Billy off David's knee twice. Then I invited the pair back to our room for drinks.

"OK," said Jack, as soon as the room door was closed, "I'm the size queen and Joe is into fucking white guys. How does this work out with you pair."

"Fine by me and fine by him," I replied before David could ask any stupid questions, "Fancy a foursome?"

The other three looked confused.

"Right, everyone strip off and I'll get us into position," I said.

Jack's turned out to be long and thin, Joe on the other hand had a short, but very thick cock, both were circumcised.

Now I have strong opinions on circumcision. Well, it makes my life harder. A circumcised cock has the glans always rubbing directly against underwear or the likes. This reduces its sensitivity and makes my job harder. An uncut cock however is protected by its foreskin except during the sexual act and is therefore much more sensitive.

There is also the case of the fudged figures about penile cancer. OK a certain number of males will get penile cancer, cut or uncut. However those who are uncut must keep their cocks clean, or there is a markedly increased chance of cancer. But as most gays will not go with a guy who does not keep his weapon clean, the percentage of gays suffering from this disease is as low as if we were all cut.

Now back to the positioning of us. I got on the foot of the bed, on my back and positioned Jack above me kneeling in a 69. David was allowed to mount Jack and Joe knelt at the end of the bed and took me. Whilst Jack and I wrapped our mouths round each other's cocks.

I had noticed earlier that Jack had no pubic hair. Fair enough, some guys get a kick out of shaving themselves or shaving another guy down there. Now I was really up close I could see that all of Jack's pubic hair had been removed by electrolysis. Each individual hair follicle had been killed. One, or more likely both of them, were into some heavy stuff.

Naturally, Jack and I had the best positions. We each had a cock up our asses, a cock in our mouths and our cocks in someone else's mouth.

"First one to come is a sissy," I cried, then started a murderous attack on Jack's weapon. He wasn't used to having the entire length swallowed at one go. Nor was he used to a cock of his length but Joe's girth being inside him. So he started making funny noises even from the start.

"Ever notice how the white guys always love a black cock up their asses?" Joe said, to David.

I took Jack's weapon out of my throat and said, "Well you big buck niggers are only good for two things, and the other is picking cotton."

My, my, my, but that did spice things up quite a bit. I could see David's cock began to punish Jack's ass and Joe started ramming it into me a damn sight harder.

"White boys are only good for sucking cock and getting shagged," said David.

"Hey Danny, your nig-gar, sure keeps you nice and slack back here, why I'll bet you could have taken me on spit," joked Joe, mimicking David's accent.

"He can take me on spit," said David, with some pride in his voice.

"Christ!" said Joe, sounding genuinely impressed.

And so the banter went on. Considering the word nigger had caused so much grief the other night it was surprising to see how much they bandied it about in jest. Thank goodness the Race Relations Board would never get to read a transcript of the conversation between David and Joe as they shafted us. Jack and I, having had a proper upbringing, could not join in on the grounds that; it is rude to speak when your mouth is full.

I was doing OK. While Joe's weapon was nice and wide he was causing me no problems. In fact he was hitting the spot nicely on every stroke. The pair on the outer ends appeared to be enjoying themselves as they were thrusting into the pair of us on the inside like billyo.

Jack was first to lose the game and I cheerfully slurped down his offering. His buddy went second and filled my ass with a load of cum that I would have much rather have tasted. David came next and filled up Jack and about that point I let Jack have my little lot.

We disentangled our sweaty bodies and I suggested we all retire to the bath. Joe was overcome with the decor that he stood admiring it while Jack got the pair of us aside.

"Will you guys help me later. I want you to hold Joe down, while I play a little trick on him," Jack whispered.

"Not a problem," David whispered back, grinning.

The bath was fun as we sat and kissed, every so often we would change partners. Joe is one of those guys who cannot keep his fingers out of your ass and as long as I was within reach of him he had one or more fingers in me.

After we had got out the bath and had all the fun of drying each other we returned to the bedroom. Jack gave us the nod and we wrestled Joe to the floor. David sat astride his chest while I held his legs immobile. Thanks to David's body being in the way Joe could not see what was happening to him below the waist.

Jack brought his jacket over and pulled some strange items from various pockets. The first was a black hollow cylinder with two small rods protruding from it. He carefully put it on Joe's flaccid cock. Its length was such that it just fitted the shaft neatly leaving the head sticking out of the end.

Then he picked up a belt with some D-rings on it. The belt was quite springy seemed to be made of steel with a black leather covering. This he fitted round Joe's waist.

I should mention that Joe was not very happy and kept insisting on knowing what the fuck was happening to him. Alas we were all to busy to tell him.

Next Jack picked up a curved piece of metal, also covered in black leather which clipped to the front of the belt and had two chains coming off the other end of it. There were a series of holes running round the curve and the rods on the cylinder that now encased Joe's cock fitted neatly through two of them.

The metal piece was now forced down, and the cylinder pushed Joe's balls to either side of it leaving the head of his cock between his legs and pointing backwards. The two chains were looped under Joe's legs and pulled tight up so the fitted under his buttocks and locked on to the D-rings on the belt.

Finally Jack snapped on two more small padlocks. The first both firmly locked the belt shut and the curved metal piece to the belt, while the second equally firmly locked the cylinder to the curved metal piece. As neat and efficient a male chastity belt as I have ever seen. Short of some heavy cutting gear, there was no way Joe could get out of it.

"Ok you can let him up now," said Jack.

We got off the cursing Joe and watched the expression on his face as he discovered the true extent of his dilemma.

"What the fuck?" he said.

"Yup! No sex for you until I say so. Now you can't even get it hard. So you can't jack off when I'm not around," said Jack, grinning.

"You bastard!" said Joe, with some feeling.

"You were the one who got the handcuffs on me and gave me an enema, remember?" said Jack.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Yeah, you got the contents of a can of beer up my ass and made me keep it in me until it got me roaring drunk," said Jack.

Joe sniggered at the memory.

"Oh, and one other thing, Joe darling, "said Jack, in a silky voice, "no more standing up and peeing like a man. Until I take it off, you have to sit down and pee like a little girlie."

For some reason this took the wind out of Joe's sails completely and he just submissively cuddled up to his lover.

"We'll be back in four days. By that time Joe's balls should be nice and full," said Jack, after they had got dressed and were taking their leave. Joe just stood and hung his head, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

"What a weird couple," said David, after they had left.

"I think that they are into domination. They take turns dominating and humiliating the other. Mind you I feel sorry for Joe. The poor bugger can't even have dirty thoughts for the next few days," I said.

"But it was the idea of having to sit down to pee that hurt the most," said David.

"Being able to stand up to pee is a very masculine thing with some guys, Joe must be one of them. Jack obviously knows it and is taking advantage of it. By the way, did you notice that Jack has no pubic hair?"

"Joe keeps him shaved?" asked David.

"It is slightly worse than that. The hair has been permanently removed. Again some guys make a big thing about men having hair round it and kids not having any. I reckon Joe forced him to have it done."

"My God, some people are really weird."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, kid."

We had been lying in bed for a while in each other's arms, kissing quietly and fondling, when David suddenly said, "I need a shagging."

"Let's try you in the doggy position," I suggested.

I found that he was still quite slack from the last time. But I still gave him a rimming first, then got him ready to take me by fingering him. After a good internal massage he was begging for it and I, being the kind hearted soul that I am, I granted his wish.

This time, as he was not so tight, I pulled back my foreskin and pushed the naked head of my cock through his ring. I sighed in bliss as I pulled it back out and pushed it in again. Then I slowly sunk home feeling his ring run up the shaft of my cock until my groin was firmly up against his magnificent buns.

God, I could happily have died in that position. Gradually I pulled back and initiated the fuck. I could see my cock disappearing into his black ring and for some reason this was a turn on, Then I thought of all the comments that Joe and he had passed when I was bottom. It did the trick and soon I was banging into him. I spat on my hand and grabbed his cock hoping to take him along with me, but the cock bucked violently in my grasp and the bed linen got it again. Then for the second time he got my semen dumped into his innards.

I made sure that he had taken his medication and sleep came easy that night. I was not disturbed by him having a seizure either.

The next afternoon we were invited into Mr Archer's office and informed that a member of their corporate legal staff was flying down and would we be available to meet with him the following morning, we agreed.

That evening we dined at a Chinese, as David wanted a meal in a restaurant where he could understand the menu and know what he was ordering. The poor lad did not realise that Chinese restaurants vary from country to country, but at least he had a good idea of what he was getting.

That night he let me fuck him for the third time. But the moment that I was finished he jumped me and returned the favour. An odd sensation, one minute I was all butch and up his ass, the next I was face down taking his cock. Again we had an undisturbed night.

The next morning, just after breakfast the phone rang and we were invited down to meet the legal representative. Mr Laurie had the shifty look of a used car salesman. All smiles and big handshakes, but about as genuine as a three pound note.

He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and offered them round, no one accepted so he stuck one in his mouth and rooted around in his pocket for his lighter.

"Er, actually this office is in the no smoking area," said Mr Archer, rather timidly.

"I'm sure that you'll make an exception for me," said Mr Laurie, producing his lighter at last.

"He may, but I will not. If you wish to have a meeting with me, it will be in a smoke free environment," I said, in my best professional voice.

He put the cigarette back in the packet and returned it to his pocket with as much bad grace as he thought he could get away with.

"Have you engaged a lawyer?" he asked us.

"I don't think we'll require the services of one," I answered, for both of us.

A wolfish grin appeared briefly on his face.

"Very well, now if you could just run through the details of your side of the story, I would be most grateful," he said.

"Oh, I can do much better than that. I have a copy of the tape that Patterson made. It shows all the main points and the soundtrack fills in the details that the camera missed," I said.

"What?" said Laurie, the shock apparent on his face.

"May I?" I said, to Mr Archer, rising, pulling the cassette from my pocket and heading for his TV console.

We had already watched the tape on the VCR in our suite, presumably placed there for playing porn tapes to the bridegroom who was having trouble getting it up on his first night. I must say, Patterson had spared no expense on his equipment as the sound and picture quality were first class.

"In the opening shots we establish who planted the device," I said, as the tape started.

The first thing that we saw was a close-up of Patterson's nose, then he backed off and looked at the room's TV set. He moved around the room obviously watching himself on the set and made a few adjustments to the camera position. Then he turned off the set and disconnected a cable. Presumably it ran back to the camera as it jiggled about a bit as he disconnected the other end. He then left the room.

There was a long piece of tape showing just the empty room so I clicked to fast- forward and explained to Mr Laurie how we had suspected what was going on and what we had done.

I went back to normal play as the door opened, we entered, walked out of shot and eventually we could hear water running in the bathroom. I suddenly came on camera and "looked" for my book apparently leaving the wardrobe door open and cutting of the reflected view of the room's main door. But you could hear it open and close as I left.

After a while David came back in and lay on the bed. On the sound track I came in and there was no way to tell Mr Archer was with me.

On the screen David and I played out "finding" the device and us apparently leaving the room. But as the door was not on camera it couldn't be seen that we were still in the room.

We heard Patterson enter and he came into view. When Patterson called us faggots, Laurie groaned. Then we got to the bit where the gun was pulled and Mr Laurie winced. But when he called David a monkey, Laurie said, "Oh shit!"

David's rather spectacular method of disarming him had Laurie out of his chair. After that it was a bit of an anticlimax.

Mr Laurie looked at David in shock and automatically reached for his cigarettes.

"Don't even think of lighting one, Mr Laurie," I said.

He hissed through his teeth but left the packet in his pocket.

"I believe the term is `an open and shut case'. I doubt if Patterson can contemplate entering anything but a plea of guilty, or perhaps guilty but insane," I said.

"I don't think the insanity plea would work," said Laurie, biting his nails.

"Next there is the effect that it had on Mr Jones," I said.

Mr Laurie put his hand over his eyes and groaned, "Let me guess; mental anguish?"

"Nothing as flippant as that, I fear. Later that night Mr Jones had an epileptic fit," I said, blatantly lying.

"Naturally, you summoned medical assistance?"

"No. I examined him and found no injuries, he did not have a second fit, therefore there was no need for any emergency treatment. A grand mal seizure is not in itself a disease, it is merely a sign or symptom of an underlying disease."

"Oh, you're some kind of doctor then," he said, not even trying to cover the sarcasm in his voice.

"I'm a physician, my medical position is consultant, which is as high as you can go in the medical world," I said, taking some delight in watching his face colour.

"Forgive me, Doctor, Roberts," he said, stressing my title.

"Oh, if we are going to use titles then my academic one overrides my medical one, it's Professor. I occupy the chair in pathology at one of the minor London teaching hospitals," I said, getting the bugger by the balls. Naturally I failed to mention how new the position was.

"So, in your professional medical opinion, there was nothing to be done for Mr Jones," he said.

"No, that is not what I said. I examined him and made sure he had not injured himself."

"What sort of injury were you looking for?"

"I checked he had not bitten his tongue or broken any bones, he hadn't."

"And so you just left it at that and now you expect me to take your word for it?"

"You are extremely efficient at putting words in people's mouths, aren't you, Mr Laurie. The next morning I got Mr Jones an appointment with a consultant neurologist and he had a full medical examination. I have the bill here," I said, holding it up for him to see, but keeping my finger over the date.

"I also have a letter from him to take to a consultant back in England. I'll read you the relevant parts," I said, opening the envelope.

"Ah yes here we are, `the patient has had a grand mal seizure induced by stress, blah, blah, prescribed anticonvulsant, blah, blah, recommend a brain scan, and so forth. So I think that I can prove beyond any shadow of a doubt that Mr Jones has had a fit and Patterson was the most likely cause. And please put your cigarettes BACK in your pocket," I said.

"Ah but can you prove beyond all reasonable doubt that Patterson caused it?"

"Actually I doubt it, but then we would have to go to court and try. Can you see the headlines?"

At this point Laurie groaned and reached once more for the comfort of a cigarette. Fortunately he remembered in time.

"Yes, Corporate president's nephew in shooting..."

"Corporate president's illegitimate son!" I corrected him.

"How the fuck did you find that out?" he said, losing his cool.

"That's for me to know, and you to wonder," I said, adding under my breath, "Thanks for confirming it."

"Of course Mr Jones' career in the Army is effectively over. He will have a lot of restrictions placed on him, he is not allowed to drive for example. As I said, nothing as petty as mental anguish."

"Archer, I need to make a phone call and I want to do it from a room that I can smoke in," he said, getting to his feet.

The pair of them left. I placed my finger against my lips and David nodded. Then I rewound the tape, ejected it from the machine and pocketed it.

We sat in silence for about 30 minutes then they returned.

"I hope we can reach an out of court settlement. You will, of course, have to sign a `no disclosure' agreement which will seal your lips until Hell freezes over," he began.

"And Patterson?"

"Will plead guilty to all the charges, the case will go through the system with the minimum of publicity and he will most likely get a lengthy term in jail. His uncle, er, father, has had enough and ditched him," said Laurie, taking some satisfaction from the last bit.

"And what sort of figure were we thinking about?" I asked.

"If you could step outside, Archer," he said, and waited until the door was firmly closed.

"10 million."

"10 million!" I said, in shock.

"All right 25."

I managed to gather together enough strength to make my head shake.

"35 and that is my final offer," he said, still sounding hard.

I shot a glance at David and he nodded slightly.

"Done!" I said, surprised that my voice still worked.

"Right I'll get the paperwork drawn up and have two cashier's cheques made out for 35 million each," he said.

The effort that it took not to repeat the word "each" was phenomenal. He stood and held out his hand. We rose and shook hands with him.

"I'll try to get it all done before the banks close, that'll let you deposit them today," he said, as he ushered us out.

The rest of the morning and the early part of the afternoon of that day are a bit hazy. David never stopped congratulating me on my performance. Actually it was mostly true, I juggled the dates a bit, "forgot" about a few previous seizures and blamed the lot on the Patterson incident.

Mind you it would never have held up in court but Mr Laurie was much more interested in a quick, and most of all cheap, settlement without the resulting publicity. Of course I dare not have had a lawyer as he would have verified everything first.

At 2:00 we again found ourselves in Archer's office. Laurie carefully read through the legal documents that we had to sign, making sure we understood each part. Then Mr Archer's secretary was called in, we signed the papers and Mr Archer and his secretary signed as witness. Then the secretary was dismissed and Mr Laurie gave us the cheques.

"Now gentlemen I hope that you will not take any offence when I say that you were fools not to hire a lawyer. He could easily have taken us for three or four times that amount. The epileptic fit was the clincher, he would have made a meal out of it. But the bonus that I'll get for settling so low a sum will almost be as much as you got, he said, with great satisfaction.

"It is enough," I said, with a smile.

"Somehow I feel that I am missing something."

"Oh I doubt that a simple medical type like me could pull the wool over the eyes of a smart corporate lawyer like yourself."

"But you could have gotten so much more..."

"Yes but it is tax free. Tell me Mr Laurie, what will you do with your bonus?"

"I have wanted a new house, one built to my specification, for some time now."

"How much time do you spend in your present home?" I asked. It was now time to misuse my professional position just to make the bugger squirm.

"Not very much, I'm always away on business," he confessed.

"Stressful business?"

He nodded.

"And you smoke over two packs a day?"

"More like three, but I can afford it."

"But can your heart and lungs afford it?"

"I think so."

"I don't. I would be willing to bet that you have high blood pressure and you have a nasty little wheezyness in your breathing. You obviously take little exercise and you are tending to overweight. When did you last have a medical check-up?" I asked.

"When I got the job, about 10 years ago," he said, looking suitably worried.

"If I were you, I'd make an appointment for one soon," I said, "it would be such a pity to amass so much money and never get a chance to spend it."

He began to look seriously worried and said, "I think I may take your advice. But tell me Professor, what are you going to spend your money on?"

"Currently I am doing some research which I hope will definitively prove that passive smoking is a lot more dangerous than we had ever suspected. Most of the work is at the molecular level and as a result, very expensive. Mysteriously all the research funds have dried up. But now I'll be able to provide about 500,000 to see the project through. If, as I hope, I am correct I will become famous in my field and be able to pick and choose my research projects," I said.

At this point Mr Laurie actually burst out laughing.

"Sorry, Professor, but there is an ironic twist in it. The president is also heavily invested in the tobacco industry, and he has just paid for some research the results of which he is going to hate. Perhaps it is time for me to look for another company," he said.

So we parted, strangely enough amicably, then David and I rushed round to the nearest bank, opened two accounts and deposited the checks.

About 6pm I suddenly realised that I had better tell my bank manager. I phoned his office and got his secretary, Joan.

"Hi Joan, it's Danny Roberts, can I have a word with Gilbert?"

"He is out of the office at the moment, can I have him call you back?"

"Hmm, no I won't be in my hotel room for a while, can you give me the number of his mobile?"

"I'm sorry Professor, but I'm not supposed to give it out."

"I promise you that this is important enough to warrant it."

After a bit of haggling I got his number, cleared the line and dialled. It rang for a while and finally it answered. In the background there was lots of laughter.

"This had bloody well better be good. I just missed a three foot putt and that has cost me twenty quid," said a tinny reproduction of Gilbert's voice.

"Danny Robbers here, take 20 from my account. I'll even buy you that set of carbon fibre clubs you were drooling over. I need your advice on transferring 70 million dollars from the USA to the UK with as little red tape as possible. Oh, it came from an out of court legal settlement, I'm not into money laundering. And I'll need some investment advice."

There was a long pause.

"Do you know how much transatlantic silence costs?" I asked.

"You ARE joking!"

"Not about the 70 million, not about the clubs and not even about the 20 quid."

He took a bit more convincing but in the end he believed me.

The next couple of days were spent shopping. It is a strange feeling to be able to look at something, think "I like that!" and buy it without having to worry about the price. Oh we didn't spend a lot of money or buy silly things like cars. Just little luxuries that we could never have wasted our money on before. One thing that I did enjoy spending the money on was upgrading our return tickets to First Class.

Then came the evening when Jack and Joe returned. Jack was happy and bouncy, Joe was very subdued.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Great," said Jack.

Joe was still having trouble meeting our gaze.

"Only our gay friends know he's got it on, but they have been having fun with him, haven't they, Joe?"

Joe nodded sort of sullenly.

"Now Joe, it is time for you to do your party piece so be a good boy and show the nice gentlemen how you have to sit down to pee," said Jack, brightly.

Joe gave Jack a defiant look and Jack jiggled some keys in his hand.

"I reckon that if I kept you in that for a week, some of the other cops might notice you always have to sit every time you go to the bathroom and become suspicious," he said, maliciously.

Joe walked straight into our marble palace and we followed. There he dropped his pants and underpants, sat down and we heard the tinkling noise as he relieved himself.

"Now comes the good bit. He hits his ass every time, so just like a girl, he has to dry off with some toilet paper," said Jack, as Joe completed his own degradation.

Joe stood up and reached for his pants.

"You won't be needing them for a while, so you might as well take them off," said Jack, "in fact why don't you just strip."

Joe did as he was told and looked quite worried about what was about to happen next. Jack led him back to the bedroom and put him doggy style on the floor.

"You are not going to fuck him while he is wearing that thing, are you?" I asked.

"He's quite used to it," Jack confided, "I've been fucking his ass about 3 times a day, since I got him in it."

"He must have lots of self-control," I commented.

"Actually he hadn't at first, but fortunately he is a fast learner. But if I really work at it, he can't stop himself," said Jack, "so as a special treat for him, we are all going to fuck him tonight. Danny, you are on first as David is a little on the large side."

I'm not really a sadist so I tried to fuck him without trying to arouse him too much. However I have a feeling that it was the humiliation more than the fucking that had the effect that Jack so desired. In any event Joe was moaning and groaning as I came.

Jack went next and obviously was concentrating on getting Joe as hot as possible. Sweat was pouring off Joe's brow as he desperately fought down his erection. I hunkered down and looked. From the few bits of his cock that I could see, he was losing the fight. Then Jack let go in Joe's guts and made him moan even louder.

"I've never shagged a black guy," said David, as he greased up that big black cock of his.

"You'll love it and it'll make his day. Go round the front of him and let him see what he's going to get," said Jack.

David walked round Joe and showed him his cock he sexily ran his hand up and down the length of it. Joe began sweating again.

Then David went back of Joe and mounted him. He inserted it slowly and from the moment that the head went in, Joe started moaning again. David is also not sadistic and was not really trying to make Joe hard. But the length and girth of his weapon needed no assistance in exciting Joe beyond any possible control.

From the back David's ass looked lovely as his buns contracted while he dumped his load in Joe's unwilling ass.

"Can I eat him out?" I asked.

While Joe screamed, "No!" Jack nodded eagerly.

"That is his wildest fantasy and I don't really like doing it to him. So I'm sure he would just love it," said Jack.

So after David pulled out, a very reluctant Joe was lowered onto my face. I had no trouble getting my tongue through his ring. Judging by the noises Joe was making, he found me fishing around in his innards a great turn on. I just enjoyed myself lapping up all the spent cum I could find.

At last I was finished and Jack produced the keys. One by one the padlocks were unlocked and finally the black cylinder, that had for days restricted Joe's manhood, was removed. He sighed with relief and rubbed his abused cock.

"You can deep throat that?" asked Joe, pointing at David's cock.

I nodded.

"Then you can deep throat me. On your knees!"

I got into position and took several deep breaths, then I took the tortured cock into my mouth. He might have been thick but he was not anything like as long as David so he was embedded in my throat in an instant.

"At last! God at last, I can let it get hard," cried Joe.

And he was right, he got very hard, very fast. I reached round and fingered him. I felt the balls move against my chin as they were retracted up to the base of his cock. My middle finger entered his slack ass and went straight for the spot. He made a few weak thrusts with his hips as I gave him an internal massage and then his cock erupted in my throat sending 4 days worth of stored up cum straight into my stomach.

It was fortunate that I had done the breathing exercises first, as he clamped my head to his groin until he had completed the task of emptying his balls.

I sat back gasping for air and watched with some amazement as Joe walked over to Jack and took him in a loving embrace.

"My God darling, that was the best one EVER!" he said, "I was totally humiliated the entire time. How did you ever think it up?"

"The original idea came from Ronnie, who figured out that particular device would be the best one for you."

"The BITCH!" said Joe, with a lot of feeling, "she knows that I hate having to sit down to pee."

"I've had the thing for ages, I was only waiting for the correct moment to get it on you. The rest, I just played it by ear."

We watched, with some amusement as Joe manoeuvred his lover onto the bed and rolled him over. From the moment Joe got his cock through Jack's ass the gloves came off. Joe became a wild beast and Jack his willing prey. Big as the bed was, they needed every inch. So David had to fuck me on the floor.

I was placed in the doggy position and David went for a fast entrance. Luckily I was now slack enough to take him at that speed. Once more his weapon speared me. I cannot really put my finger on why he is better than all of the rest. I think it is because he so genuinely enjoys screwing me. He really puts his heart into it and he is so grateful afterwards. Having got into me he wasted no time in taking me. It was one of his harder fucks where I'm firmly held while he rams it in and out. Suddenly I could feel him shooting and his warm cream once more spread itself around my guts.

The humping and grunting on the bed had subsided by the time David had erupted in my back passage. He pulled me backwards out of the doggy position and I ended up sitting on his lap with his wilting black cock still safely embedded in me. I think his intention was to jack me off, but it never happened.

"You fucking BASTARD!" shouted Jack.

"Lie still or you'll make a terrible mess of the bed," snickered Joe.

"Fucking enemas. You know how I hate them," said Jack, in a very miffed voice.

"What the Hell is going on?" whispered David, in my ear.

"I think Joe is giving Jack a piss enema," I whispered back.

"What?"

"He has just fucked Jack and he is now pissing while he is still in there," I whispered.

"God all fucking mighty. What will they get up to next?"

"Getting up from the bed and into the bathroom, should be a trick and a half," I replied.

As it happened they went there in tandem, Joe supplying the cork, as it were. Again, they were all over each other for the rest of the night.

The evening was spent, as ever, at Le Minou Rose. I managed to stop David from ordering the escargots. They always look like small pieces of rubber boiled in diesel oil. Mind you I have never actually tried them.

For the first time David went off to use the loo. He was gone a bit too long and I made a comment about it.

"I expect Billy has had him," Joe said, with a snicker.

As it turned out he was correct. David returned looking a bit shaken.

"Bloody Hell man, I think I've just been raped!" he said, as he took his seat.

"Billy sure had the hots for you," said Joe, still snickering.

"He practically dragged me into a store room and had my cock out of my pants before I could stop him," said David.

"Did he do a nice blow job?" I inquired, trying to sound like a concerned lover.

"Yeah, he really got me going. It was a pity that I told him you can deep throat me, he just about choked himself trying, see," said David, getting over his shock and managing to see the funny side of it.

When Billy arrived to clear the table he growled at me "I don't believe that you can do it."

Thus David got two blow jobs in the stockroom that evening. I think I'll start charging people who want to watch me do it.

By now our stay was coming to an end. We had one last date with Joe and Jack at their place.

We arrived at what looked like a nice suburban house. A typical American street, utility poles with transformers at the top to ensure that the poles blow over in high winds, mailboxes place conveniently for the postman at the kerb, but inconvenient for the householder. Each home had a long drive and at least a double garage. For some reason the garages are used to store everything but the cars, the cars are left on the driveway.

Inside we were made welcome, given drinks and some munchies. Eventually we were asked if we wanted to see their playroom. I began getting worried about this point, David, blissfully ignorant, was quite keen.

The house had a cellar, which had been er, converted. Black was obviously the "in" colour as the entire room was painted matt black. This did make the steel hooks, chains, cuffs, and leg irons and the like, stand out nicely. About here David started sucking air through his teeth.

"Can you teach me how to do something, Danny?" asked Jack.

"Something medical" I replied, suspiciously.

"Yup. OK Joe strip!" he said.

Joe looked a bit worried but did as his lover ordered. Jack began preparing what looked like a MILS spec gynaecological examination table. Joe, now naked, was strapped onto the table. There were straps everywhere, far more than were needed to totally disable the patient, er, victim. In fact it took about 10 minutes to get them all done up. Even his head was strapped down so he could only look at the ceiling.

Now, completely helpless, Joe was lying on his back with his legs wide apart, looking very worried indeed. Jack now produced a couple of cans of beer which he made Joe drink.

"That's right, you'll need a couple of beers inside you for this one," he said.

Jack went to a cupboard and got a box out.

"OK Danny, can you show me how to use this properly?" Jack asked me.

"Look, I don't really approve of this sort of thing," I began.

"I've wanted to do it to him for months, but I was too afraid to risk it without proper training," he said.

"But it's years since I did this sort of thing," I protested.

"It's like riding a bike, you never forget," said Jack.

"It is all sterile?" I asked, my resolve weakening.

"Yup, everything is just as it came, I haven't opened anything," he said.

Thoughtfully the dungeon was equipped with a shower and a wash basin. I washed Joe's cock as best I could, but this was no operating room. I scrubbed up, dried my hands and put on a pair of surgical gloves.

"Normally I would use an anaesthetic, but as you are not too sure what you are doing I would not recommend it. So I'll just give him a quick shot of KY," I said, sucking some KY into the syringe.

"What the fuck are you doing to him?" asked a rather awed David.

"I am about to fit him with a catheter," I said, quietly to David. I took Joe's limp cock in my hand and gently inserting the plastic end of the syringe into the eye of it I slowly pressed the plunger.

"AAAAHHH!" said Joe.

"It'll feel a bit strange as you are not used to something cold in there," I said.

I now unpacked the catheter and began to lubricate it, David made a yelping noise.

"Good God man, are you going to put that up his cock?" he whispered to me, in disbelief.

"Yes and quite a goodly length of it too," I whispered back.

"OK Jack the first thing is; no force. It goes in slowly and gently just like this," I said

"Fuckin' Hell!" cried Joe.

David was watching in horror as I held Joe's cock vertical and inserted the tip of the catheter into him. It slid down a couple of inches without any problem. I applied more KY to it.

"Never coat the entire catheter, just do a few inches at a time, otherwise it gets too slippery to hold. Now we have reached the bend in his plumbing," I said, bending Joe's cock slightly downwards.

Soon I reckoned that I was in his bladder so I opened the tap and sure enough some urine came out.

"OK, now all we have to do is inflate the balloon with some of that sterile water. Could you pass it over please, David," I said.

Once the balloon was inflated the catheter was firmly held in place. I now connected the tubing from the plastic collection bag to the catheter, hung the bag on the table below Joe's body level and opened the tap. Urine began to flow into the bag. Jack reached across and turned the tap off.

"Let him build up a head of steam," he said, with a nasty grin.

"What the fuck have you done to me this time?" asked Joe, who could not see much of what I had been doing.

"I have inserted a Foley catheter into your bladder and inflated the balloon on the end of it so that it cannot be removed. Normally it is used for the collection of urine in patients who are incapacitated," I lectured.

"But now you can only piss when I let you," said Jack.

Joe let forth with a stream of abuse that I have no intention of repeating here. Jack waited patiently, grinning all the time, until Joe ran out of words.

"How long will it take for that beer to run through him?" he asked me.

"Did he have any alcohol before we arrived?" I asked.

"He has had a total of four beers," Jack answered.

"Given the rather low alcohol content of American beer, I'd say he would be feeling the effects about an hour after he drank the first beer," I ventured.

"OK let's go upstairs and have another drink until he is ready. Don't go away Joe," he said, leading the way to the door.

"He really can't pee?" asked David as we sat in the lounge waiting on Jack coming in with the drinks.

"Not a drop, and as beer runs right through you, he'll be desperate soon," I replied.

"But why?" asked David.

I never got a chance to answer as Jack walked in with the drinks and did it for me.

"It is a control thing. We like taking control of each other. We also like the weird feeling of being controlled. So we take it in turn, just like you did as a kid with dares. Except our dares are usually run to humiliation, domination and bondage," he said, passing round the drinks.

"S&M?" I asked.

"Nope, neither of us is really into pain," he said.

After a while we could hear some hollering from the basement and Jack got up and closed the basement door.

"He can be very noisy," he said, cheerfully.

"Don't leave him too long like that, he could do himself permanent damage if he builds up any pressure," I warned.

"Oh, he can last a while longer, he is really wimpy," said Jack.

After a further 15 minutes had passed we returned to the cellar to find Joe begging for release.

"For God's sake let me have a pee, I'm dying to go and I can't," he pleaded.

Jack grinned at him and opened the tap. Urine flowed into the collection bag as we watched. Joe sighed with relief. Jack waited until it trickled to a stop then he picked up the collection bag and held it upside down about a couple of feet above Joe's body so he could see it. Joe watched in terror as the bag began to empty and his bladder was refilled.

"NO!" he screamed.

"Yes," said Jack, "now I can fill you and empty you as I like."

He let about half the bags contents drain back into Joe before he turned it the right way up and lowered it again.

"Is that safe?" asked David.

"The urine should be sterile, but it is not really medically advisable as he might have some bacteria at the end of his urethra," I answered, as Jack once more refilled a now whimpering Joe.

"That said, most of the things we do together would not be considered medically advisable," I added.

Jack did it 5 times in all before he shut the tap and emptied the bag down the wash basin.

"Don't use that bag again if you are going to refill him," I warned.

"Nah, I'd better let him go now," he said, returning to Joe and undoing the restraints.

Joe was still shaking when he was released. He looked at the end of the catheter protruding from his cock.

"How do I get it out?" he asked me. He appeared to be too afraid to touch either the catheter or his cock.

"We get you to run up and down the room trailing the tubing on the floor. Then when you are not watching, one of us stands on the tubing and it pulls the catheter out," I said, without smiling.

For a moment everyone took me seriously I thought Joe was going to faint, David gulped a few times and Jack was the first to realise that I was joking.

Eventually I got Joe calm enough to sit down and I drained the balloon and painlessly removed the catheter. Joe looked a bit sick when he saw how much of it had been inside him. Then I got him to pee in the basin to clean out the KY. He looked most relieved that he could still pee normally.

I dumped the used catheter and warned Jack never to reuse any of the sterile equipment as it was only designed for a single use.

Once again David and I were surprised to see Joe and Jack kissing and cuddling as soon as it was all over.

Neither David nor I felt like having sex after this. So when Joe was dressed we all took off to a local restaurant for dinner. One, where the waiters were straight and my lover could use the loo in safety.

David was quite shaken by what he had seen. Later, when we were back in bed he asked me if I was into such kinky sex and I reassured him that I wasn't. This seemed to give him enough courage to roll me over onto my stomach.

Once again the cold KY being applied to my ring sent a shot of adrenaline into my blood stream and a shiver running the length of my body. His fingers entered me and proceeded to make me ready to take his manhood.

The bed moved slightly as he manoeuvred himself above me. I held my ass cheeks apart and he guided his cock to my ring.

"Take me in one," I whispered.

With infinite slowness he lowered himself into me. Millimetre by millimetre he sank into my depths, my ring widening to accept him. Finally I had his entire manhood within me. Through it I could feel the strong, slow pulse of his heart. We lay coupled like that for a while, not moving, just enjoying the sensation of being united.

"Slow or fast?" he whispered into my ear.

"Slow and hard," I answered.

So he withdrew the entire length of his cock from my body until the tip was just touching my ring before he slid back into me. God the sense of being emptied and refilled was really wild. He repeated the process and I began to wonder what Joe had felt like when he was being filled and emptied.

Gradually he speeded up and the inward strokes got harder. I began humping back making him really thump home.

"I want to feel you shooting your load into me," I said.

He grunted and humped me even harder.

"Come on, use that nigger cock on me properly," I whispered.

Again, that word was all it took to make him turn into an animal. I just had to hold on to the bed while this wild beast tried to get inside me. As usual the bed sheets got my load and a few minutes later my ravished ass was soothed as his seed flooded into me and extinguished the fire.

"Why do you do that?" he asked, when we could talk again.

"It is a control thing. I love it when you lose you cool and rape me," I said, with a grin.

We cleaned up and sleep came easily. The next day was our last and as I predicted we never got a bill for the food. Mr Adams saw us off personally. I think he was quite happy to be shot of Patterson and not have any of the blame placed on him.

We arrived at the airport and went through immigration. The Duty Free Shop was, as usual for the USA, a total rip-off. So we ended up in the curtsey lounge again. This time when I returned with the drinks and David had his legs open revealing his bulge I was in no doubt what it contained.

As luck would have it the Purser was from the outward flight. He asked how our holiday had gone and we assured him we had had a wonderful time. We even told him about ending up in the Honeymoon Suite. He had a good laugh over that. We had dinner and we were quietly drinking our champagne when he came over to our seats.

"Have you ever been downstairs on one of these planes?" he asked.

When we confessed we hadn't he led the way. In amongst the food storage racks and other galley equipment, there was a small crew room.

"Here is your chance to join the 5 mile high club," he said, "I'll make sure that you are not disturbed."

He left and David insisted on us both getting stripped naked. He ignored the most comfortable looking couch and bent me over the table. There was no KY to hand but I could now easily enjoy him on spit alone.

Again I felt the knock at my back door as the head of his manhood pressed against my ring, slowly opening it and entering me. Once the bulbous head was inside me the rest of the organ quickly followed as he thrust forwards with his hips. Oh God, once more he had impaled me on his weapon.

Strong black hands grasped my hips and he began to fuck me. Why it should be exciting to have sex, knowing that there was just a thin hull between us and a five mile sheer drop into the Atlantic Ocean, I do not know. Perhaps the danger adds a bit of spice to it.

Whatever the reason David laid into me with a passion. This time he did not need to lose control, the beast came out all on its own. His manhood took over my ass and made it his. A fire was building in my belly too as I met him thrust for thrust. His grip on me got tighter and his ramming cock drove deeper and deeper into my very soul, then he swore, held his cock as far into my depths as it could go and let it spew his seed as far as it could reach.

I was expecting to be jacked off but it didn't happen. He waited until we had recovered and then pulled gently out. I was turned round and perched on the edge of the table whilst he knelt before me and took my raging hard on in his mouth. Those thick, succulent lips of his began nibbling on the glans and it took him no time at all to suck the life out of me.

We quietly dressed and made our way back to our seats. I didn't really sleep for the rest of the flight. I was too busy imagining what our life would be like together.

Thinking it over, I will never again have to fly anything but First Class. So maybe I don't hate flying after all.

The End.

My thanks to BK for assistance with the editing.

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