Kane

This fictional story of gay men is for persons over the age of eighteen.

Title; Kane. Chapter Five.

I was awoken again in that delightful way of having my cock sucked by Tracey. I couldn't help but let him know I was awake as I stretched and spread my legs for him to have good access to my steaming hard on. I loved having that hot mouth and tongue explore the head of my cock as he then now knew I was awake, began to use his hand and I soon came. His mouth was like a limpet around the head of my cock as I spent myself, holding me tight until I had finished and I swear I could feel it being swilled around the head before he swallowed it. I don't know if it was deliberate, but I got another taste of myself when he came up from under the sheet to kiss me. His mouth and tongue were sticky and somehow, I didn't mind for I'd never felt so relaxed after the past few days.

'So you've had your breakfast,' I murmured. 'What do I get?'

'Well, using your money, I paid the man downstairs enough to feed us for a week, so it shouldn't be long before something arrives,' Tracey said with a smile and another kiss. It was about another ten minutes before the knock came at the door and after being told to enter, he came in with a tray of food plus that welcome coffee pot. I was pampered and I loved it. Tracey poured me coffee and fed me from the tray until I had to plead that I was full. He then finished the rest off and even gave out an unladylike belch when he'd finished himself.

'Now how are we going to spend the day till our foray into the unknown tonight?' Tracey asked me as he snuggled up to me.

'I hadn't really given it much thought,' I said, and then with a grin added, 'but I'm sure something will crop up that will keep us amused.'

'Oooh, you are awful, but I like you,' Tracey said mimicking the late Dick Emery as he gave me a playful punch at the same time. 'I can't think of anything better either.' He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then wiggled about in the bed and settled down in my arms and we dozed off again.

It was the call of nature that woke me up again and so I had a good crap as well as a pee, had a wash and then got back into bed again and prodded Tracey awake for him to do the same.

So we spent the rest of the morning just talking and stroking each other and I couldn't get over the fact at how feminine Tracey looked in his facial features and couldn't resist in kissing him many times till I had another erection and wanted to fuck him.

He loved it and kept urging me to push harder and make it the fuck to end all fucks as I kept ramming myself into him, loving what I was doing and tried as hard as I could to give him as much pleasure as I was able to. I came with my usual vigour and lay on his back afterwards as we both panted from my exertions with us both still up on our knees.

'Jerk me off Mark, please,' he begged. 'While you're inside, jerk me off.' I couldn't refuse this request and so I put my hand down underneath us and took hold of his hard penis and worked my hand on him. It felt hot in my hand and I found that I could hold it quite easily as it wasn't as large as mine. So with my cock still hard up inside him, I worked my hand on his cock until I felt him begin to quiver and then moved my hand faster and felt the surge of his coming push its way up and out, spraying over the bed sheet.

'You just don't know what you've done for me,' he got out in a strangled voice when he finished shuddering. He pulled himself off of me and quickly stripped my condom off and sucked on me and then kissed me all over my body as a way of saying thanks.

Lunch was duly delivered and this we ate before going back to sleep. I was awake before him this time and I drew down the sheet to really look at this young man that I was really becoming infatuated with. It was his body that belied the fact that he wasn't a female though he did look like one facially. The body was lithe and supple and though his arms were not as well filled out as mine, he was still strong. His chest was hairless and not much around his groin, being as I have already said, the same colour as his head hair. His chest was quite broad for his size which I put down to his singing and earlier breathing exercises. The waist was fascinating at it being so narrow and I'm sure it couldn't have been much over eighteen inches. But then his upper thighs and calves were quite muscular due to his swimming lessons and his dancing. His ankles were nice and trim and there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. The only thing that let him down was the size of his penis and balls. It could only have been three inches in its flaccid state and it was hard to even see the sac that held his balls, though they seemed to generate enough sperm as I'd seen what he'd been able to produce.

But this latter didn't stop me from finding out that I was falling in love with this youth for what I couldn't see was his heart. Within that lay his spirit and he had already given me his heart and I guessed, his spirit too. It was this inner person that I was falling in love with. Not the fact that it was another man, but the spirit and heart that was inside this body that lay sleeping beside me.

I suppose that's why I did what I did when we were both fully awake a few minutes later. His eyes came open and he smiled at me when he saw I was looking at his body and there was a definite stirring of his penis at the same time.

'Hello lover,' he said in a husky voice and I couldn't resist laying back down and kissing him on the mouth. Even though I was lying half on top of him, he still had the strength to roll me over and knelt down by my head as he bent himself forward to kiss me again. He didn't stop at my lips but kissed my neck and throat and then down to my chest. From there it was all downhill going slowly across my stomach until he found the tip of my erection where he then blew into the eye of my engorged cock. He stretched his body out and lay down so that he was facing my groin and he pulled my hip towards him so that I was then on my side facing but in an upside down position to him.

His erection was now just a few inches away from my face as he moved a little bit closer and took me into his mouth and began sucking on me. He gave a tremor as I put my hand on his cock and gently moved the outer skin up and down, watching the silky pink head emerge as I did so. If I was enjoying having his mouth on my cock, he must also be getting pleasure out of doing it I thought, so I wondered what it was that he liked. His cock was just an inch or two from my mouth so I tried it. His body gave another tremble when I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and gave him a tentative suck. It was hot and rubbery. Not hard rubber like a dog's bone type of rubber but harder than a frankfurter sausage. That's what I had to visualise in my mind that it was a sausage that I had in my mouth as I sucked but had to remember not to actually chew on it.

But he took over really by taking me as far into his throat as he could and then bringing his teeth into contact with my skin and then slowly drawing his head up so that the teeth gently scratched their way to the head as he kept up the sucking process. So I did the same to him, though almost managing to get the whole of his prick into my mouth before scraping him with my teeth. Then it was the tongue in and under the foreskin to move round the head on the inside.

I had a bit of a problem when it came to him using his hand at the same time as his mouth and tongue. I really didn't have much to grip on but managed with my fingers to work him up and down at the same time.

It was a novel way for me to play with his prick and began to enjoy it but I was really aroused now and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer from coming.

'I'm nearly there,' I gasped, letting go of his prick after what seemed ages of sucking and chewing on it.

'Me too,' he choked out round a mouthful of cock, but I wasn't quite ready to take his come in my mouth so released him from that but continued to jerk him off as I came into his mouth. He kept on sucking at me as I came and then his lot came shooting out of the eye of his cock, all over my forearm as I worked on him.

Somehow I didn't mind the mess he was making as it was fascinating to see this happen as I knew it was exactly what I was doing too. I hesitated a bit after he'd finished coming but said what the hell to myself, if he can do it, so I then put my head back down and took him in again. I still got some of his sperm that had still been inside him though nowhere as much as what had already come out. There wasn't really enough of it to taste as it mixed in with my own saliva so I swallowed what there was and felt quite proud of myself for going as far as I had.

Tracey was most ecstatic as he pulled himself out of my mouth while letting go of me to turn round and give me a big wet kiss and hugged me very tight.

'You big darling you,' he declared between kisses. 'Now I know you love me too.' He then began to lick his own come off my forearm. 'Can't waste this,' he said as he licked my arm clean. 'I'm very proud of you. Not many straight men will do that.'

'Am I straight as you call it?' I asked.

'I think so, for a gay man would have swallowed the lot. I think you might be bi-sexual though you didn't know it. That is the case with a lot of men, them being bi-sexual and never really knowing it until it actually happens to them that they have sex with another man after having had women. But gay, straight or bi-sexual doesn't matter to me which you are for I am most certainly in love with you. You actually put your life at risk last night to save me from harm. Now that earns you the merit of being my knight in shining armour and once a night is not enough for me.' He giggled at this and kissed and hugged me again. 'Let's go out and eat for dinner instead of having to eat what they decided to send up to us. I fancy a little Italian, though I'm glad to have this big Englishman,' and this sent him off into another fit of the giggles.

So we got up and had a shower each and then he did my head dressing again before we got dressed. Tracey did his make-up though I declined to be made to look older again. At least by visiting the club, he was able to change into a different dress this time, and so we went out to look for a restaurant. Tracey gave my arm a squeeze when we were addressed by the porter as Herr and Frau Kaufmann as he bid us a good evening even though it was still daylight out there.

'I liked that,' he chuckled as we went off down the street. 'I like being called Frau Kaufmann though I'd rather be called Mrs. Mark whatever your last name is.' I didn't make any comment to this as it still rankled with me that I couldn't even remember my own last name.

We walked several blocks with Tracey's arm through mine like any old married couple though he looked in the springtime of youth and marriage as he almost skipped along with his arm looped through mine. Whether it was an ingrained habit or not, my eyes kept scanning the street and the traffic, looking at people and trying to spot a man with a broken arm. We'd reached a trattoria that had pavement seating and that was where we stopped. I noticed a black Citroen slowly cruise past but couldn't see the occupants but noted the event because of its slowness, and then it was gone.

I led Tracey to a table and sat so that I could see the street and passers- by. I hadn't even picked up the menu when I noticed a man who had just passed, stop and look back at our table. He then turned and began to walk quite fast towards us and I moved a little in my chair so that my coat was free enough for me to reach for my gun if I needed to.

'Marcus!' The man said as he reached the table. 'Where the hell have you been?' and he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me. 'Hello,' he said in an aside to Tracey. 'I've been looking all over Berlin for you.'

'Marcus?' Tracey queried sharply, looking at the man 'Marcus who?' The man looked at me with a question in his eyes and so I gave a small nod as I wanted to know the answer too.

'Marcus Kane.'

'With a C or a K?' Tracey snapped.

'With a K,' the man answered somewhat testily, 'and what's your name?'

'Tracey Spencer, and what's yours?' was the snappy answer back. The man looked at me again and so I gave him another small nod.

'Bill Tolliver.' Tolliver! Another link in the chain and he obviously knew me and was in as much danger as I was it appeared. Which was much closer than we knew, for I caught sight of that black Citroen again, still moving slowly but on our side of the street now. As it got closer, I saw that the rear window was down and something was just poking out over the rim as it got closer to where we were sitting.

'London said?..' Tolliver started to say when I realised that it was a gun barrel I'd spotted.

'Get down!' I cried and shoved myself sideways into Tracey, knocking him backwards with me falling on top of him as the burst of gunfire came from the car and sprayed our table and the one that was behind us. Above the chattering noise of the gun I heard the screams from the other table and I had one glimpse of the car as I fell and saw that the man in the passenger seat of the attacking car was none other than the one with the broken arm.

I didn't see any more of the vehicle because Bill Tolliver came crashing down on top of me and I saw that half his face had been blown away and knew that the poor bastard was dead. I heaved his body to one side as I heard the car roar away and I quickly went through Bill's jacket pockets and only found some keys which I hung onto as I hauled a gasping Tracey up from the floor. There were still screams coming from people in and around the restaurant and cries and moans from the other poor sods who had been sitting behind us. All four had been hit in that spray of bullets and there was blood all over the wall behind them. Only one appeared to be moving as I pulled at white faced Tracey's arm and hustled him out onto the pavement.

'Let's move it quick,' I said as I pulled him along, away from the carnage at the restaurant and what would shortly be swarming with police. Tracey stumbled a couple of times in trying to keep pace with me and so I slowed down as we turned a corner away from the shouts and cries of the frightened and wounded people back there.

'What the fuck was that?' Tracey managed to gasp out as our pace slowed.

'We were the subjects of a hit,' I said briefly. 'Tolliver got it as well as some innocents. This is getting a bit too personal and I don't like it,' I finished off rather angrily. Just as we'd found a link, it was destroyed, but what was the reference to London says? It was obviously that Tolliver knew me and my right name but what was our connection together and that remark about London? It's probably becoming clear to you but not to me at the time.

Back in our hotel room, eating whatever it was the porter had got for us, we went over all that Tolliver had said and couldn't come up with an answer. It now made it quite clear that I had to get hold of that broken armed man to try and find out why he was wanting me killed. This made it quite obvious that I was now going to see inside that warehouse where he'd gone the night before.

I tried to talk Tracey out of wanting to come with me, but to no avail.

'They tried to kill me too,' was the argument. 'I want to get my own back as much as you do.' So as the appointed time got close for us to meet with Otto, we got dressed in the darkest clothes we had but I couldn't talk Tracey out of wearing a dress though he did concede to not wear high heeled shoes. The taxi was waiting outside when we emerged from the hotel and got in the back for Otto to drive us to the warehouse. I'd picked the time as I guessed that most of the warehouses would be closed but still early enough for a taxi to still be cruising around.

We went past the warehouse quite fast the first time for an overall look and a bit slower on the second pass which told me enough as to how to get in. So on our third approach, I had Otto drop us off in a blind spot and he gave me a small pencil flashlight to signal when we wanted picking up. We were a hundred yards away from one side of the warehouse and the ground was open, but rough to cross, so we had to be careful where we placed our feet.

We went to ground just outside a perimeter fence to one side of the building where there was a fire escape going up to the second and top floor. I had seen on our first pass that one man was in a guardhouse and another was walking round the building, so we just had to sit and time his round. It took him five minutes to walk round and then he seemed to stop at the guardhouse for ten minutes before doing another round, so we had enough time to get in without him seeing us.

As soon as he passed us on his next check, I threw my coat over the barbed wire at the top and climbed up the wire and dropped down on the other side. Tracey was soon up and then jumped down for me to catch him. His dress flew up as he dropped and I could see everything, even in that dim light.

'Don't you ever wear panties?' I asked him in a whisper.

'Not if I can help it. I like to feel the breeze.' I gave a snort and quickly got my jacket back off the top and we ran across to the fire escape and were soon at the top. The fire door as I expected, was locked from the inside and I was just going to smash a side window when Tracey stopped me.

'They might spot the broken window,' he hissed. 'Move out of the way.' He then pulled out of his dress pocket a small glass cutter with a hook on the end. The catch holding the window shut was one of the circular hoops on a spring and it was by this that Tracey quickly scored a half circle near this catch and knocked the small piece of glass inside that hardly made any noise as it fell. Then with the cutter reversed, simply hooked the catch and the window was open. 'You learn a lot in the back streets of London,' he grinned as he held the window up for me to climb in. With him in, we closed the window and checked to make sure that the fire door would open and wasn't jammed or chained for our getaway.

We were in a short corridor between what could have been offices or storage rooms and we could see a couple of lights down at the far end of the warehouse. We cautiously went to where we could see the whole interior that was full of machines but appeared to be derelict in their use. Whereas the machines where the lights were seemed new from where we were standing. We still waited to see if anybody was about on the warehouse floor before moving off ourselves.

With it apparently deserted, we then made our way to a staircase that led to the lower floor and quickly and silently made our way down and towards the lights. It was obvious as we got closer that the machines we were getting near were printing presses and the best bit was to find, from scraps of paper on the floor by them that they were indeed being used to print funny money.

I moved in between two of these machines and found that one was for printing fifty Euro notes and another, English twenty pound ones. A quick look at another machine showed that it had a counter on it that would be used to put the numbers on the notes with the digits changing at ever press of the machine. Along one wall was what appeared to be two big commercial tumble dryers that when I opened one had a lot of what looked like poker chips inside. These I assumed were used to be filled with the newly printed notes and then with them full and turned on, the rolling action would agitate the chips inside with the notes and make them look as if they'd been in many a pocket and wallet.

Now what were we to do with this knowledge came to mind and one was to try and remove the plates as evidence or destroy them.

'Find a spanner or something,' I said to Tracey, telling him what we should do. I went one way and Tracey went another just as a door opened and in came the man with the broken arm.

'What the hell?' he exclaimed as he saw me out in the open and he quickly reached into his coat for a gun. I can't explain why he was faster than me, but his gun was out as I was still trying to reach the butt of mine.

'You bastard,' came the shout from Tracey as he threw a spanner at the man. This was enough distraction for he swung the gun as the spanner hit him and fired off a shot at Tracey who had ducked down again behind a machine. The bullet made a whine as it ricocheted off some metal but it gave me time to get my gun out and fired a split second before he fired the second shot at me. His shot whined up to the ceiling because my shot had caught him in the throat and knocked him backwards. That's for Tolliver I said to myself with savage glee as he went crashing backwards into some shelving. The shots were loud enough to wake the dead let alone this shelving that was now falling over in a domino effect by the impact of the man hitting them. The noise would soon bring the two guards from outside so I shouted at Tracey that we had to get out of there.

I needn't have spoken for Tracey was well ahead of me, racing for the staircase from which we had come down into the warehouse. We were at the top when the other two men entered and shouted at us. Two shots towards them from me made them get their heads down and time for us to get out through the fire door and down into the grounds.

Tracey had begun to race towards the wire we had climbed over but I shouted out no and indicated that he should follow me. I turned towards the lit area at the front assuming that the guards would think that we would try to get out in one of the dark spots. He wasn't far behind me as I went towards the guardhouse by the main gate, waving the pencil torch as I ran. I had seen that the gates were electronic and I didn't stop to open the guardhouse door but crashed straight through and saw almost at once, the lever that operated the gate. Tracey was out before me and was waving at the taxi that came hurtling towards us. It came to a screeching stop and we both piled in for him to gun the motor and we shot away from the front gates. I just had time to see the two guards, as I guessed, running about in the darkest portion of the place trying to find us.

The speed with which Otto had taken off had thrown Tracey backwards and so he was half on the floor, his dress well up over his thighs and I could see that he had a hard on.

'Wheee!' he exclaimed. 'That was great!' He scrambled up from his indelicate position and grabbed at my crotch. 'Did it turn you on like it did me?' I hadn't given it any thought in that respect but he found that it had for I was as hard as an iron bar now that we were safe in the back of the taxi. Tracey feverishly pulled down the zipper of my trousers and pulled my erection out and went straight down on me. I was laying half on and half off the back seat as his hot mouth engulfed me in what was almost a rape of my person. He sucked and chewed like there was no tomorrow. His hand really pumping up and down on my shaft and then I noticed that as he was sucking on me, he was also jerking himself off underneath his dress. I also felt exhilarated and so I didn't try to stop him and gave myself up to the pleasure that we were both getting. I came in great gouts and could hear him slurping as he tried to keep on sucking as he swallowed my coming. He was still working on me when we got to the hotel and I had to pull him up off me so that I could put myself away before getting out of the taxi. Otto gave me a big grin as I paid him, though I think the smile would have gone off his face quick if he knew I was paying him with funny money from that printing plant.