This fictional story of gay men is for persons over the age of eighteen.
Title; Kane. Chapter Three.
I think we both came awake about the same time and I felt Tracey get out of bed and heard him go to the toilet. My head was throbbing again and I said as much to him when he returned from the bathroom. He gave me another two of his birth control pills and some water and then said that it was getting late and that we could both do with some more food.
'I've also got to go to work tonight. It could create some suspicion if I didn't go in after last night.' He'd already washed and now I lay in bed and watched him sit in front of the mirror and begin to put on some make-up. It amazed me at how quickly he made up his face into that of a really beautiful woman. Then came the show of putting on the stockings and attaching them to the belt before putting the dress on, still without panties. Then the hair was brushed and he looked around for his high heeled shoes and I now had a fully dressed woman standing beside the bed. He looked so stunning that I had another surge of feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt that I again wanted to fuck this glorious creature in front of me.
'I noticed an Indian restaurant down the road, so I'll go and get us a take away to eat before I go to the club. I'll also try and get another newspaper to see if last night has been mentioned. I won't be long,' and he bent down and gave me a kiss and I could smell the trace of perfume long after he had left the room. I stayed in bed and scanned the newspapers and found that I could read German as well as speak it, but there was nothing to catch my eye or bring about any return of memory.
Tracey duly arrived back bearing a big bag and an evening paper. I could smell the curry as soon as he walked in the room and we both sat on the bed and had our meal. He'd also brought four cans of beer to go with it. I looked at the paper and found the small item I was looking for. One man killed and two hospitalised, one seriously injured during a fight at the Blue Parrot, a notorious transvestite club. Police are investigating. That was all. Well maybe Tracey would find out more when he went there tonight I thought.
Then it was time for him to go to work and I got a kiss and the promise that he would be back as soon as the show was over and would also bring some beers back. Then I was left in the room and I suddenly felt really lonely after having his presence in the room for nearly the whole day. But the feeling passed and I read the newspaper from cover to cover but nothing really registered in my mind and I began to wonder if I was ever going to have any memory back.
I must have dozed off for I suddenly came awake at the sound of the key being used to open the door to the room and Tracey came in with another full bag.
'God, what time is it? I must have slept for hours,' I said.
'I don't think so. It's not quite eleven,' Tracey replied, setting the bag down and pulling out two cans of beer. 'The club's been closed for the night, so there's no show. The police were there interviewing everyone, that's why I'm back early.'
'Well what happened?' I asked, popping open a can and taking a mouthful of warm beer. Tracey sat down on the bed, flouncing out the dress and opened a can for himself, but before he spoke, a knock came at the door. He got up and went and opened it and a man came in carrying a suitcase.
'Look darling,' Tracey said in German to me, 'I got the car open and here's our suitcase. Thank you,' he said to the man who I now guessed to be the hotel's porter. Tracey opened her bag and passed him a tip and closed the door behind him. 'I brought the case from the club with some clothes I've borrowed for you as well as a change for myself. I told them downstairs that it was from our car. You do remember what I said about us booking in last night?' I said that I did and asked again what happened at the club.
'Well,' Tracey started, sitting down again with his beer. 'The taxi dropped me outside the club and I saw a policeman on the door. He was only letting in those who worked there or people who had been there last night. The manager was in a bit of a state by not being able to open the club and we had to sit apart until we could be interviewed about what we had seen. By the way, the other man died this afternoon. What the hell did you do to him?'
'I don't know. I can't remember,' I said somewhat testily.
'Sorry Mark,' he said putting his hand on mine. 'I forgot. The third man was released with a broken arm but what he told the police, I don't know. All I do know is that they are looking for a young man giving the height about the same as you but that is about all they know. Nobody I spoke to appeared to have seen anything or are just not saying. It's what you'd expect in a club like that. Nobody sees anything that could get them into trouble. As the two dead men were German and I was English, I was soon discounted as not having any connection with them and they let me go. I don't know if the man that survived made any connection between us when I got you out of the club. Only time will tell.' Tracey then dived back into the bag and brought out two wrapped up hamburgers which we soon demolished, washed down with another beer.
'I don't know about you,' he said in a coy voice once again, 'but I'm ready for bed and whatever might happen when I'm in there,' finishing off with a smile as he pulled off his dress.
Maybe I was gay by nature for I got an instant hard on at seeing him in that underwear again and the knowledge that he was mine to fuck. I even stroked my erection as I watched him undress completely before pulling back the sheet that was now dry from his earlier coming and getting into bed beside me.
I even rolled halfway over to meet him in a kiss as our arms went round each other and our tongues met and played with each other.
The only variation to our afternoon coupling was that he went down on me before putting the condom on my erection. He slid down my body, kissing his way to finish up between my legs and having me in his mouth for a suck and gentle chew. Then saying when he released me that he wasn't sure which was better. Taking my come in his mouth to savour before swallowing or having me stuck up inside him from behind.
'Which do you prefer?' he asked me.
'I like both but I suppose I get more penetration than using your lovely mouth.' Now what on earth made me say that he had a lovely mouth I wondered? It was a fact but for me to actually say it!
'So be it,' he said getting out of bed and going again to his bag and I just wondered at how many condoms did he have in there. He was all smiles as he came back taking it out of its wrapper and then unrolling it down on my now throbbing piece of flesh that lay on my stomach.
'I won't ask how many times you've done this, but you are doing a better job than I would I think,' I said with a smile at having his hands on my tool. Then with the cream applied, he turned round on his hands and knees and I got up behind and quickly pushed myself into him.
What a glorious fuck it was. As good as the one I had in the afternoon as I pushed my way in and out of him. His inside muscle squeezing and letting me go before squeezing yet again to give me the ultimate thrill of fucking another person up the backside. I was not so gentle this time and I rammed myself in as often as I could before I felt the familiar surge and I held him tight to my upper thighs as I pumped out my sperm again. I found I was beginning to like having Tracey this way and I was fast becoming addicted to fucking him and having him around my throbbing cock.
He gave out a whimper again as I pulled out and he was quickly round on his knees, tissues in hand to pull the condom off and take me into his mouth to suck on my still erect penis. I felt him suck out the last of my sperm and lick me clean right round the inside of my foreskin. Feeling his tongue do this was like having those little electric charges you get when you use your own tongue on battery points to make sure there was still life in it. I had a warm glow in my heart as I kneeled there and watched and enjoyed the way he sucked on me. His own face showed pleasure and his eyes twinkled, and he even winked at me as he sucked and chewed. His hand was at the root of my erection and he was squeezing me as he sucked and I had a feeling of what I suppose is love for this youth doing what he was doing.
It was an impulse on my part I think that I suddenly pulled him up off of me and kissed him fully on the mouth in a somewhat passionate kiss, getting a taste of my own sperm at the same time. So both of us were kneeling upright in this kiss that we held for some time before keeling over to lie on the bed, kissing each other with passion and fire. Our legs became entwined as we rocked on the bed with him first on top of me and then me atop of him. God, I was becoming to love this boy underneath me.
'God, I love you,' he whispered up at me when we paused for breath. 'Say that you love me too,' he pleaded.
'I love you Tracey,' I said and hoped that the words wouldn't choke or come back to bite me, but at that moment, I felt that I did love him. But my words were enough I think, for he kissed every part of my face without stop and I had to pry him loose to be able to pull in a decent amount of oxygen into my system.
'I've never felt this way with any other man I've been with,' he said as we snuggled down in the bed. I didn't comment on my feelings as I had no past thoughts to act upon but felt that maybe I did love him though not quite with the same intensity that he had for me.
As we lay in each other's arms to settle down to sleep I tried to recap the day in this room. Waking up to find him fucking himself on my cock. Then having him suck on me and later, me fucking him for the first time and now having just done it again. Also, the night before I'm supposed to have killed two men in unarmed combat being hit by a bullet in the meantime. What else was in store for me I wondered as I drifted off to sleep.