Kane

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

Title; Kane. Chapter Six.

'I'm sorry about that darling,' Tracey said as we walked into the hotel. 'I was so excited that I got carried away.'

'I didn't mind,' I grinned, 'but I wonder what Otto thought about it?'

'Oh, he's seen it all before. Oh! I shouldn't have said that,' he said, putting his hand to his mouth and going red in the face.

'Well, we'll not talk about that.' I stopped going any further into the hotel. 'What about a beer? It's only just gone past eleven and I'm thirsty and there's a bar down the road.'

'Okay. But let me change my shoes. I feel better wearing the high heels. It almost brings me up to your eye level, plus I need a pee.'

'Okay. I want to use the phone anyway. Do you have the number for the police?'

'What're you going to do?' Tracey asked, looking a bit anxious.

'Nothing to harm us. I'll tell you in the bar. Go on, go up and have your pee,' I smiled at him and gave his bum a pat as he smiled and went off after giving me the number I wanted. Then I wondered how he knew the number off pat. Don't think about it, I said to myself and went off to the pay phone in the lobby.

I dialled the number and got through almost immediately.

'Now I'm only going to say this once so I hope you are recording this call or making notes. There's a warehouse,' and I gave them the address, 'where you will find some printing presses that are making counterfeit notes of German and English currency. There is also a dead body inside if it hasn't been moved yet. He was part of the gang that was responsible for the shooting tonight at an Italian restaurant.' With that, I put the phone down, not giving them time to trace the call if that's what they would have tried.

I then waited for a few minutes longer till Tracey came down, and I noted, as well as the change of shoes, that he'd put on some fresh make-up.

'My, you do look pretty,' I said and got a kiss on the cheek for that. His eyes sparkling again and I got a glow inside me at the love that I saw in them. Forget about what she said about Otto I told myself as I took her arm and led her outside. I've deliberately used the pronoun because that was how I was now beginning to see Tracey, as a woman and not a man.

We walked arm in arm to the bar I had seen from the taxi and refused to speak of the phone call till we were in the dimly lit bar and in a booth by a back wall with our beers in front of us.

'Do you think they will raid the place?' he asked after I told him what I had said to the police.

'They'll look bloody fools if they don't. It would be a feather in their cap if they can announce the capture of the plates. It's still early enough for them to announce it to the newspapers if they do,' I answered.

Tracey then couldn't stop talking about how exciting the whole thing had been and lasted till well into our second beer.

'Well it really turned me on. I've even got another hard on just talking about it. Feel,' and he grabbed my hand and put it into his lap and I felt the stiff penis under the fabric of the dress. 'I can't stand up yet for it would show. What about you?' and his hand went to my lap and the disappointment showed on his face that I wasn't in the same state.

'I think I get more excited by seeing you in that underwear,' I said by way of an explanation.

'Well let's go back to the hotel and get you excited,' he said, finishing up his beer. 'We can stop at the deli and get a couple more beers to take to our room.' His face was glowing at the prospect of having more sex and I began to get hard at the thought also, so I quickly drank up my beer and we left the bar.

We stopped off and got some beers and a few snacks and went on to the hotel and up to our room. He couldn't wait till the door was properly closed before kissing me and feeling my crotch.

'You know, we've never kissed while making love?' he said between kisses, 'but we will tonight.' Who's the contortionist I thought? How can we kiss when I'm coming at him from behind? I soon got the answer as he slowly took all my clothes off and made me sit down bollock naked on the chair by the dressing table. I was semi erect already as he began to take off the dress and then gave me a few poses in just that black underwear. My coming erect was clearly visible and he clapped his hands and got out a condom and then came and knelt in front of me. I had a quick suck given me that made me throb before the rubber was put on and the gel applied to his back passage.

Then he stood in front of me with an erection himself and placed his hands on my shoulders and then got astride of the chair. With one hand off my shoulder, he held up my cock and slowly sank down on it, his eyes on mine to see my reaction as the head of my cock was slowly taken inside him. I caught the slight grimace as the head of my cock really expanded his hole and then it was inside and he was all smiles and I knew I was doing the same as we looked at each other and his hand came back to my shoulder as he slowly sank down on me till he was sitting on my thighs. I was fully embedded inside him and his cock was becoming squashed between us as he moved ever closer to me and we kissed with my cock throbbing inside fit to bust. My arms had gone round his upper waist to hold him close and his arms went round my neck as we kissed some more before he began to wiggle and move about on my shaft. Not only moving his body but using his inside muscle to squeeze me as he began to ride me while we still kissed.

It was fantastic and I loved him even more as he rode up and down on me and too soon I began to come, holding him tight as my hips bucked and came. I felt his coming being squeezed out between our chests as we clung to each other, and slowly came to a stop. We stayed like this for several minutes and I was loving this new type of contact during the act, feeling him continuing to squeeze my shaft that was still up inside him.

Then he, with reluctance it seemed, rose up and I could feel the cool air begin to swirl round my hot piece as it came out of his backside. He quickly then got a tissue from behind me and pulled off the condom and went down onto his knees to suck on me. He squeezed, sucked and licked me till I was clean and then stood in front of me between my legs, his pecker still half erect and glistening with his come. I looked up and saw the pleading look in his eyes and knew he wasn't going to ask but I knew what he wanted me to do and I couldn't really refuse. I pushed him back a little way so that I could slip off the chair and I went down onto my knees like he had and took his half erect penis in my mouth. The come that was smeared around the head of his cock and still inside, tasted slightly of salt but I sucked on him and felt his hands stroke my hair as I sucked and licked on him and knew I had done the right thing.

When I got to my feet his arms went round me and he held me tighter that he'd ever done before and I then felt hot tears on my chest. He was crying and I didn't know what to do so I just held him tight to me as he silently cried. After several minutes, his shoulders stopped shaking and he lifted up a tear stained face and pulled my head down and kissed me fiercely.

'God I love you Marcus Kane!' he choked out. 'Don't ever leave me. Kill me if you want, but never leave me.' Tears had begun to flow again and I knew that he meant it and I felt loved as I knew I could never have been loved before.

It was nearly an hour in bed before he stopped crying as we kissed and cuddled under the sheet and then dozed away another hour before I came awake knowing what I was going to do for him. He was half asleep when I put my hand round his balls and gently massaged them before taking hold of his prick and working it gently up and down till he was hard. I too got hard in what I was doing and about to do as I played with him. His eyes were shining when I looked at him and accepted my kiss before I began to kiss his body as he had done to me several times now.

I kissed my way down until I had his erection before my eyes and then took a deep breath and took him into my mouth as I stretched my body out for him to do the same. I was gently squeezing and working him by hand and mouth as I felt his mouth come onto my cock and so we sucked and tongued each other to the point of no return. I worked harder with my mouth on his cock as I felt myself start to come and didn't stop to tell him and it burst out into his mouth and I knew that it triggered him off, for he came too.

As he took my come into his mouth, I took his. The first gush almost choked me but I controlled my breathing to let it spurt and I let it collect as I continued to squeeze him and then I swallowed what was there. It was like having an oyster for I didn't really want to make any other comparisons and so it went down and then my mouth was free to keep on sucking till there was no more left inside him.

Tracey cried again as he held me in his arms saying over and over again that he loved me and would never let me go. I too had come to love him; not just as a sex partner but for the company, comradeship and the willingness to go into danger with me. We fell asleep with our arms and legs entangled but didn't stay that way for the whole night.

We were in the spoon position when I awoke because my erection was hurting me squashed up against the cheeks of his bum. I was still half asleep as I nudged his leg for him to move it and he lifted it so that my cock slid in between them. Now how he did it, I don't know, but I finished up with my cock inside him as we lay on our sides. It wasn't fully in but it was there nonetheless and I came awake as I moved my hips and felt his body around it and so I stayed like that and fucked him in that position, without the condom or cream.

'That's good,' I heard him murmur as I moved myself in and out and he then helped by pushing his bum backwards to me and it was a lovely way to start the day. I rammed into him and kept doing so till I started to come and that's when I relaxed and just let it pump itself out into him.

'It's a long time since I've been fucked without the use of a rubber,' he sighed, 'but I think you'd better go and have a good wash now. Especially under the foreskin.' I was loathe to pull out for it felt so comfortable there inside him with the cheeks of his bum tight up against my thighs. But, he was right, I did have to then wash myself properly so I got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the porter bring in our breakfast and I shouted out for Tracey to ask him to get us the morning newspaper. I wrapped a towel round my middle and poured out the coffee for Tracey and myself when the porter came back with the paper. Tracey lay in bed with the sheet coyly pulled up to the chin.

'Nice modesty,' I said after the porter had left.

'Well we can't have Mrs. Kaufmann seen without any tits now could we,' he pouted but had a smile on his face.

'They did it!' I exclaimed passing the newspaper across.

'Police raid warehouse and seize printing machines. Dead man also found,' Tracey read out the small headline. 'Not much else,' he continued as he scanned the small column.

'Probably be more in the afternoon paper,' I said, taking a bite of buttered toast.

'Do you think they will link the dead man with Tolliver?' Tracey asked.

'Tolliver!' I burst out, spraying toast across the sheet. 'I forgot about the keys,' and I went and got them out of my jacket pocket.

'What keys?' Tracey asked.

'I took them from his pocket at the restaurant,' I said as I looked at one that was a car key with the locking and unlocking device in the thing and another that I assumed was one for an hotel room. 'Damn. I thought this one might have the hotel tag on it. But at least we can start looking for his car.'

'What make?'

'Volkswagen,' I said, looking at the fob. Tracey gave out a groan.

'Every other fucking car in the city is a Volkswagen. Why couldn't it have been a Porsche or a Ferrari.'

'No matter. We'll find it. Hurry up and finish your breakfast and get dressed, for you're going streetwalking.'

'Ha ha. Very funny.'

An hour later, we were walking towards the Italian restaurant, pressing the unlock button on the key at every Volkswagen we passed without any luck. We then tried the other side of the road going back towards the hotel.

'Not my idea for a morning when we could be in bed,' Tracey grumbled when we went back towards the restaurant to start checking the cars on the other side. 'How long are we going to do this?'

'For as long as it takes,' I replied, and we found the car forty minutes later. We heard the thunk as a car we were passing, unlocked it doors as I pressed the button.

'Well glory be!' Tracey exclaimed. 'Right on the button when I was just about to give up and go back to the hotel.'

'Can you drive?' I asked, not sure if I could or not.'

'Yes.'

'Well get in and let's see what we can find.' As he got into the driving seat, I sat in the passenger side and opened the glove compartment. In it I found the rental agreement and quickly read the details and found what I wanted. 'Bloody fool if he was some kind of agent,' I said, the idea having come into my mind sometime back, 'leaving this in the car.'

'Why?'

'Well it's got not only his name on this but the hotel where he said he would be staying.'

'He could have deliberately given a wrong hotel, but not his name because he would have had to show his driving licence.'

'Well there's only one way to find out. Do you know where the Olympus Hotel is?'

'I think so. I'm sure I've seen it.'

'Well you're the driver, so drive us there.' So passing over the key, he started the car and drove us to the hotel after taking a few detours round some streets that he thought the hotel was in, but we got there in the end. We parked up and went into the hotel and up to the reception desk. I spoke in English to the clerk there.

'Good morning. My friend Mr Tolliver, a guest here, has asked me to pay his bill and collect his suitcase as he's suddenly been called away. He gave me the key to his room but in his hurry, didn't tell me the number.' I showed him the key.

'Do you have any identification sir?' he asked me.

'Er, no.'

'I have,' Tracey spoke up as he fumbled in his bag. 'My name is Tracey Spencer. We just dropped Bill, that's Mr Tolliver's first name, at the airport just in time to catch his flight. Here, here's my passport,' and he handed it over and my heart leapt into my mouth. I hadn't seen Tracey's passport before and wondered what the picture looked like and didn't know if it said male or female inside. Did the picture show him in drag or a suit? The desk clerk just flipped it open and looked at the photo and name and a quick glance at Tracey and then handed it back and I gave an inward sigh of relief.

'How much is his bill?' I asked, pulling some money out of my pocket. The man tapped some keys on the computer and a minute later I had the copy and paid it.

'Room three oh seven.'

'Thank you very much,' I said, taking the receipt and putting it in my pocket. Taking Tracey's arm, we went over to the lift and went up to the third floor.

'So far so good,' I said when we were inside the room. Tolliver's suitcase was on a stand by the dressing table and I had noticed some toilet articles in the bathroom as I'd passed the open door. 'Get his clothes out of the wardrobe and pack the case,' I said, getting the things out of the bathroom and putting them on the dressing table. I then went through all the drawers to see that nothing was left behind. I then noticed a pad and pen by the bedside and I picked up the pad and could faintly see some numbers on it that had come through when the top sheet had been written on. 'Do you have a pencil in that copious bag of yours?' I asked Tracey, still trying to read the numbers on the pad by holding it up at an angle to the light.

'No.'

'Never mind,' I said putting the pad in my pocket. 'Well there's nothing else here, are you done?'

'Yes.' So with the suitcase closed, we left the room and downstairs, I thanked the clerk and handed in the room key. I threw the suitcase into the back of the car and let Tracey drive us back to our hotel. There, in our room, I emptied the suitcase out onto the bed and we checked every item carefully and came up with nothing. The only clue was a tailor's name inside two of the suit jackets, and that was of one in Saville Row, London. Then I remembered the pad and pulled it out of my pocket.

'You sure you haven't got a pencil?' I asked.

'The only kind of pencil I've got is my eyebrow one.'

'That'll do,' I said, holding out my hand. Tracey got up and went to his cosmetic bag and passed it across to me. With the top off, I lightly ran the tip of it across the pad and could then just see the numbers that Tolliver had written down, or I assumed it was him. 'Mean anything to you?' I asked, showing Tracey the pad.

'Not really, but it could be a telephone number.'

'That's what I thought.' I picked up the phone by the bed and asked the man who answered it if he could get me the number. A few seconds later I had the ringing tone and then it was answered.

'Hotel Europa. How can I help you.'

Bingo! Then on an impulse I asked if I could speak to Mr Kane.

'Just one moment sir,' and I was put on hold for a few seconds. 'I'm sorry sir, there's no answer to his room.' I was quite excited at this. I now knew what hotel I had been staying at before the shooting. 'Er, could you tell me what room number please. I can then write to him.'

'Room four one two.'

'Thank you very much,' and I put down the phone and reached over the bed and pulled Tracey down and gave him a big kiss.

'I was right then,' he gasped when I broke off my kissing of him.

'Yes. Now let's get over to this hotel to see if we can find out any more.' So leaving Tolliver's things scattered across our bed, we went back down to the car and off to the Hotel Europa which Tracey knew of and we soon were there and parked up.

'Excuse me,' I said to the desk clerk. 'My name is Marcus Kane, room four one two and I'm afraid I've mislaid my key.'

'No you haven't sir,' he said after looking behind him. 'It's here,' and he passed the key over just like that.

'Well that was simple,' Tracey said as we went towards the lift which had its doors open waiting. He pressed the fourth floor button and as the doors closed, he took hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze. I smiled back at him and we soon were opening the door to a room that I'd left I don't know how many days before. It was like any another hotel bedroom. Toilet to the right as you go in and then just a bed, desk and chair and a small built in wardrobe. It was clean and tidy and nothing left out to give us any clue. The wardrobe held a single suit and one pair of slacks and a pair of shoes. The bathroom revealed one tooth brush and a tube of toothpaste, one razor and a can of shaving foam and a bottle of aftershave.

The suitcase, which was unlocked, held two pairs of underpants, three shirts and two pairs of socks and the one blessed thing that I desired most, my passport in the lid pocket.

'Hah!' I said triumphantly as I waved it at Tracey and then opened it just to make sure it was mine and there I saw myself, not a very nice picture, but one of me nonetheless.

'Okay. So you are who you are, but is there anything else as to what you are? And why you are here?' Tracey asked a trifle stiffly seeing my smug expression. I quickly looked through the contents of the case again and lost the look I had been wearing.

'Nothing.'

'Well at least we're getting somewhere on this game of snakes and ladders.' he said sitting down on the bed. 'You've now got a proper identity. A one called Marcus Kane. You know, knew,' he corrected himself, 'one Bill Tolliver and he knew you. That's all and so we've only moved three squares. How do we move any further? There's no indication of how you got here. Plane ticket, car rental papers or why you were here in the first place.'

'I don't know,' I said, sitting down next to him.

'But I'm glad you came,' he said as he pulled my head round to give me a kiss, 'otherwise I wouldn't have met you.' He pulled me backwards so that we lay on the bed as we kissed, our legs dangling over the edge. 'While we're here and this is a bed, let's use it,' he breathed in my ear as he began to unbutton my shirt. With just those few minutes of kissing I wanted him and let him undress me and when I was naked on the bed, he got up and took off his dress and got back onto the bed and into a clinch where our hard cocks touched and got squashed together between our bodies.

'I didn't put any fresh condoms in my bag,' he said, breathing heavily in my ear, 'so I'll see to you the other way.' He then began kissing me as he moved down my body, turning his own at the same time. Then his mouth closed over the head of my cock and I gave out a groan at the sweetness of the sensation I got. My eyes had been closed and then opened them and saw his erection in front of my eyes and it seemed natural for me to do the same and so I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth to suck on as he was doing to me.

It must have been at least twenty minutes of this playing with each other's cocks that I approached the coming point. I gave my hips a bump so as to warn him of this but I think he already knew and worked that little bit faster with his tongue and hand. I reciprocated by sucking harder on him and used my fingers to jerk him off and then I came. It virtually blew out of my steaming cock and he held onto me fast and then came himself. I'm bucking into his mouth as he was doing to me and my mouth began to fill up with his sperm and I managed to hold on to him and not lose it. Then when he slackened off in his movements, I swallowed what I had in my mouth and then began to lick him as he was now doing to me.

As I held his prick and sucked and chewed on him, I had the sudden wondering thought that I might even be married in England, even though I didn't wear a gold ring on my left hand. This thought almost made me begin to choke on his cock at the picture my mind evoked of having two wives, one male and one female and me fucking both of them in the same bed. Or of her seeing me doing this to another man. I did then start to choke as I began to laugh at the picture I conjured up in my mind of this event happening.

'You should take a deep breath before you swallow,' Tracey said, lifting his head up off my cock, not knowing the reason why I'd begun to choke, and then resumed to suck on and please me no end. I then did a strange thing and took his ball sac into my mouth and moved them round in my mouth. This then made Tracey choke and let go of me. 'Oh you lovely man!' he said, rolling onto his back, pulling his ball bag out of my mouth. 'That is another first,' as he turned round and came and lay on top of me and kissed me. 'I'm now two women. Mrs. Kaufmann and Mrs. Kane,' he said and kissed me again.

It was half an hour later that we got dressed and packed my suitcase. We went downstairs and I paid the bill and took my own clothes back to our hotel and dumped it down on the floor and looked at Tolliver's things.

'So what happens now?' Tracey asked, sitting down at the dressing table and began repairing his make-up.

'I'm going to London.'