Kane

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

Title; Kane. Chapter Seven.

'London!' Tracey cried out sitting bolt upright, smearing his lipstick at the sudden movement. 'What on earth for?'

'The two words that Tolliver got out. London says. What did London say? Why and what was he going to say? Plus the fact that his suits are made there and there's not much more I can find out here. Tolliver and London are the key, so I'm going to London.'

'We're going to London,' Tracey said as he wiped the lipstick smear away with a tissue, his eyes looking at me in the reflection of the dressing table mirror. I was just about to correct him when I had that vision of the cheeks of his bum framed in his underwear and how much I enjoyed putting my cock in between them, that I corrected myself.

'We are going to London to hunt for the real Marcus Kane and why he was here in Berlin. But what about your job at the Blue Parrot?'

'I need a change of city,' he said succinctly, paying attention once again to putting on some fresh lipstick. 'I'll go to the club in a minute and get my things and tell them that I'm leaving.' So five minutes later I was given a kiss and he was gone.

I sat there on the bed in the sudden silence and emptiness of the room and wondered if I was doing the right thing in taking Tracey with me. I suppose I owed him one for getting me out of the club the night I took the head shot, but then I got him out of the clutches of the thugs the next night. So each act cancelled out the other. But then, in the warehouse, if he hadn't distracted the man with the broken arm, it might have been my dead body left lying in there. But damn it, I must be a fool for I had fallen in love with him. As much I think as he had with me, though I don't believe I was as much forthcoming as he was in this fact. Besides, I liked fucking him. So we were both going to London.

It was two hours before he returned, having the porter drag up two suitcases to dump in the room.

'Poor sod,' Tracey laughed. 'He's only got to drag them back down again tomorrow. It is tomorrow we're going, isn't it?'

'Yes, but what happened at the club?'

'Oooh he was mad at me saying I was leaving. He ranted on and it took some time to be able to say my piece. I told him that I helped a customer out of the club the night of the shooting. I got your mate, the bouncer, to confirm that another two men had been killed out in the alley. Also that I was at the restaurant yesterday when the place was shot up. I told him they were after me. I laid it on a bit thick and said it would be better for the club, and him, if I disappeared for awhile.

I think it was this that got through to him as he didn't want any more trouble, well not for awhile at least. So he paid me what I was due and I'm free as of now.' He did a little twirl at this last statement, the dress flaring out for me to see his nice bum and other bits. 'So we've got the rest of the day and allll night together.' I laughed and pulled him down onto my lap.

'First things first. Let's go out and get an afternoon paper to see what else they say about the police raid. Then we'll have a good slap up meal and then come back and settle up the bill so that we can leave first thing in the morning. Tolliver's car is a Hertz rental, so there's no problem of just dumping it at Calais.'

'Calais? We're not flying to London?' he asked with a look of disappointment on his face.

'I'm not going to be able to get on a plane with a gun, am I? So we'll take the ferry. The other two guns we collected we've got to dump somewhere. We take the ferry as I said, as foot passengers and hire another car in Dover.'

'Okay,' he said, jumping up after giving me a peck on the lips. 'Let's go and eat and then we can come back to bed,' and gave me a lascivious leer as he said the last bit. I couldn't help but grin and got up and we left the bedroom. I told the porter downstairs to forget our dinner order and what money was left, he was to keep as we would be leaving in the morning. I paid the bill and then went out with Tracey to find a newspaper first and then somewhere to eat.

I deliberately didn't open the newspaper until we were sitting down and had ordered our meal. Only then did I open it to read, in more detail of what happened at the warehouse. Not only did they get the plates intact but about a million Euros and the same in English currency. Four men were helping them in their enquiries, it finished off. The dead man wasn't named or any reference made to him, so it must have been something they were keeping up their sleeve.

'All the same,' I said. 'It might be the right thing to do to get out of Berlin for awhile,' to which Tracey agreed, and then we ate, washing the meal down with two bottles of hock.

In spite of what had gone down over the past couple of days, I felt quite happy to be walking back to the hotel with Tracey on my arm. Getting a semi erection too as I thought of what we would be doing within the hour.

As soon as we were in the room I had him in my arms and was kissing him, taking in the smell of his perfume which made me quite heady. He had one arm round my waist and his other hand was exciting an already excited organ inside my trousers.

'I don't know what I've done to deserve you and this, but I'm glad I did whatever I did,' Tracey whispered, breathing heavily into my ear as both hands now were fumbling at the belt of my trousers. I managed to get my coat off while still kissing but had to break away to take off my shoulder holster. The gun needs cleaning, I said to myself as I draped it over the back of the chair and covered it with my shirt. He'd got my trousers down and helped me step out of them, pulling my shoes off at the same time. Then he knelt down and pulled off my socks before attacking my underpants, brushing his cheek against the bulge that I had within them. He looked up at me with that impish smile as he hooked his fingers into the waist band and slowly pulled them down. The action also pulling my erection down and he stopped with it straining to be free, the head just being contained. He was teasing himself as well as me as he licked the length of shaft that was visible before pulling them down those last two inches for my cock to spring free and slap him under the chin as it came up. Then his mouth was on it, hot and eager to suck on me for a minute or two as I tried to untangle my feet.

'That's enough of that,' he said letting go of me. My cock sprung up, the head a glistening purple with the suffused blood. The throbbing of it was almost painful as he'd pushed the foreskin right back so that the whole head was exposed to the chill of the air. 'My God, it's magnificent,' he said as he stood up and looked down at my pulsating piece that twitched with every beat of my heart. 'I can't wait much longer,' he said as he pulled his dress up over his head and dropped it on the floor.

'Neither can I,' I said between gritted teeth as I saw his half naked body before me, and when he turned to get out a condom, I thought I was going to come there and then at the sight of his bare bum. Those two round orbs so perfectly sculptured looking as smooth and sweet as a succulent peach, the cleft between them making the illusion perfect.

I was almost drooling as he rolled the condom on my erection and I couldn't even wait for him to use any gel or cream, but pushed him to the bed and turned him round. He half fell onto it and placed his hands flat down on the cover, bent over with his feet firmly planted on the floor as I held my cock in one hand and his hip with the other. The head of my cock didn't need any cream to guide it between those lovely cheeks and I felt the slight resistance as it began to probe the entrance into Tracey. With the head ready at the entrance, held there by the pressure I was beginning to use, I released my prick and held onto the other hip and pushed forward and immediately felt him begin to surround the head with his body heat and he gave out a small groan as I pushed past his sphincter muscle and then I was in. I didn't have to push hard for the rest of my prick to be swallowed up inside and it almost felt like I was being sucked into that hot interior.

He gave a grunt as our bodies met, the cheeks of his bum up tight to the tops of my thighs and I gave out a groan as he twitched his inside muscle to squeeze me even tighter. God I loved having my prick stuck up inside him and revelled in the pleasure I got when I began to move in and out of him. He helped by moving backwards to my forward thrusts and I was able to release his hips to caress his body that was bent over in front of me.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he kept saying as we fucked. Then it was, 'harder, harder,' so I took hold of his hips again and really began to ram myself into him, moving ever faster as I approached my climax. I was almost lifting him up off his feet as I kept forcing myself ever more into his backside and then had to stop and just let my hips take over as I began to spurt out my come into him.

I felt him tremble as he knew I was coming from the pulsating throb of my cock inside him and I heard him give out as big a sigh as I did at the relief I was getting from holding back so long. Even my legs were trembling slightly as I finished, feeling him still squeezing me from the inside.

'Hold onto me and don't pull out yet,' he said as I felt him start to slide forward onto the bed. I knew what he wanted to do, so I held his hips and let us both slide down till he was flat on his stomach with me lying on his back, our legs still hanging off the edge. I then put my arms under him so that my hands could grasp his shoulders and bumped us up and down until we were on the bed properly. Now I was able to ride backwards and forwards on his back so that his underside was rubbing against the bedcover to masturbate him. I kept getting the oohs and aahs from him as I rode him this way until he called out that he was nearly there and so I increased my moving on him. He came with gurgles of delight as his body tensed undermine and I kept going until I felt him relax and knew that he had finally come and made a mess between his stomach and the bed.

It was then that I realised that we were both covered in sweat from our exertions and our flesh was quite slippery between my chest and his back. I was also quite out of breath and I felt him strive beneath me to try to gulp much needed oxygen into his lungs. I kissed the back of his neck and his arm came back to hold my neck and give me a hug.

'I love you Marcus Kane. I love the man you are and what you do to me,' he said half into the covers. I wondered if I had always been into men like I was into him and gave out a chuckle at the thought, wondering if I'd ever had a female before, but was damn sure that a woman's vagina wouldn't be as tight as the backside I was in at this moment.

'I love you too Tracey,' I said as I eased myself up and slowly pulled out of him, his muscle tightening to try and hold me there. He gave out a little cry as it popped out and I felt the coldness around my todger as I stood up and saw the hole in his backside begin to pucker up as it began to shrink back to its normal size.

I literally staggered to the bathroom to pull off the condom with some toilet paper and then dropped the lot into the toilet. I wet a flannel and stood in the doorway for a moment to look at his supine body on the bed and marvelled at the fact that from the angle I was at, he still looked like a woman because he was still in that kind of underwear. I wiped his backside and gave him the flannel so that he could wipe his front clean.

He did this and dropped the flannel on the floor and then pushed his cock and balls between his legs and brought his upper thighs together. With his arms lifted up above his shoulders, and his armpits shaven of hair, he most definitely looked like a woman lying there. The sparse hair at his thighs looking just like that of a female and you would almost say for certain that it was a woman lying on the bed in that pose he was holding.

I got back onto the bed and lay on top of him and really believed that I was on top of a female. He smiled up at me as his arms came round my shoulders and held my back as we kissed and tongued each other. I can't say how long we rolled about the bed, kissing and fondling each other before dropping off to sleep, only to wake up and have sex again.

I think Tracey must have stayed awake longer than me because I woke up just as dawn was breaking and I had him astride of me as he had been that first morning that I remember. My cock was up inside him and he was riding me again. I loved it, but this time was able to take in exactly how he was doing it. He knew just how far to raise himself without me slipping out as he went up and down and he held some tissues in his hand and was jerking himself off at the same time. When my hips began bucking as I came inside him, he came too, catching it in the tissues rather than splatter my chest. He grinned at me as he subsided down onto my thighs and finished squeezing himself before getting up off me. Then he pulled off the condom and bent down and took me into his mouth and sucked on me. It was absolutely wonderful to be woken up in this way and wondered how many years I could put up with it being done this way.

But nagging at the back of my mind was that the police could at any time be knocking at the door if any of the men in their charge mentioned my name. So I heaved Tracey off of my cock and told him that it was time for us to start making tracks out of Berlin. He gave me a pout but knew I was right and so we quickly had a shower each and saw to our needs of nature and got dressed. We now seemed to have acquired four suitcases and I had these taken down to the car and we were soon on our way.