But the memory of the weekend lingered for a long time as the two girls scoured every national paper as well as the local weekly ones for any notices of missing persons or of people digging up dead bodies. It was many months before they could put the horrors of the rapes and killings behind them.
We had arrived back at the girl's flat and dropped them off to get changed for going to work and then Mark dropping me before going home himself. But let us stay with the girls for a minute before going on with my story.
Tracey worked in the High Street of town in an obscure book shop that was owned and run by two ageing queens that camped it up every now and then and it was Tracey who actually had the day to day running of the shop. She had brazenly got the job of an assistant by telling them that if they had a male person in the shop, they would have been forever fighting over who was going to take him to bed first. This appealed to them and took her on and they hadn't regretted the decision in the slightest. The shop didn't sell the usual run of the mill best sellers and paperbacks, but was inclined to the classical and more obscure books, first editions and those that were often out of print which they would find for any customer who asked.
She and Diane had met nearly a year before and slowly got to know each other and found that they had a lot in common and so decided to rent and share a flat which was to the advantage of them both.
Diane worked in a dental surgery as a receptionist and enjoyed it though the pay wasn't that good, but the hours were okay and at least it was clean work. She had hated living at home with her mother and overbearing elder sister and jumped at the chance of moving in with Tracey though it was more like being back at home when she, Tracey, started to let Mark stay the night for her to have sex, but at least she had her own room this time to escape to.
But because of what had gone down on the weekend's camping, circumstances changed somewhat. Though ebullient throughout the day, Diane became withdrawn at night and on their first night back had begged Tracey to let her sleep with her. Seeing terror in Diane's eyes, had agreed to this and accepted the kisses she got and soon found herself returning them before they would then perform oral sex upon each other.
In spite of her misgivings, Tracey liked having sex with Diane and so they soon made this a habit of sleeping and having sex together almost nearly every night. But Tracey put her foot down and said that she would still be having Mark over for dinner at least once a week and she would then be spending that night with him
Diane accepted this as she would have Tracey for six nights of the week so she couldn't complain. It was strange, they commented that I no longer came round, which was no loss to Diane because she now had Tracey to see to her needs and didn't want anything more to do with any man. Which brings us nicely back round to me.
I was dropped at my house by Mark and I went in and had a shower and checked my backside in a shaving mirror I held up under my legs to inspect this tear. I saw that it looked okay and decided against going to any hospital and be looked at and them
having it on record that I'd had treatment for a torn anus. That kind of record I could do without. With it looking okay, I just used more cream and let nature take its course. Though I desperately wanted to have the experience again of having an erect cock back up inside me, but I would give myself time to heal, though this shouldn't stop me from giving oral sex to somebody I fancied. Mark was my favourite as of then, but I vowed that I wouldn't ask him but would have been only too happy to go down on him at the drop of a hat.
After seeing to myself, I got dressed and was in the bank on time, back to my job of Assistant Finance Manager and looking at how to save my clients money in the best way possible while at the same time, making money for the bank.
It wasn't until I was back home that evening that I realised what I could do to increase my position and status in the bank and that was to go out and get people to want to put their money into my hands for me to protect and increase what they had. I already knew a lot of the most important people in town, not personally, but by reputation and some by sight.
Since finding out that I now preferred a man to a woman, I started to look at men in a different way and very soon was able to see the subtle differences between men, not only in the way they dressed, but in their body language and the way they behaved.
It was expensive, but what I stood to gain was worth the money I had to lay out to dress and be able to go to the restaurants and night clubs that the people I was after frequented. Then it was a matter of studying them, ignoring those who already used our bank.
I settled on one Herbert Tamber who, as it happened, owned a printing shop that was in direct opposition to Mark's father's place. He was a bachelor and gave out certain mannerisms that had caught my eye. I had already checked out his company via the computer and internet and now it was time to make myself known to find out if he was also a gender bender.
It was a casual meeting at first and then we just seemed to keep bumping into each other over the next couple of weeks and soon got talking on friendly terms. It was the occasional touch of the hand and an aside that could be taken two ways that convinced me that I was on the right track. Eventually I made the suggestion that we should have dinner one night, together, where I could have a few private words that might be to our mutual satisfaction.
I had booked a room in one the town's hotels and went and had this dinner date with Herbert. We were on first name terms now already and I went on to explain who I worked for and what my job was, but said that I had no fun in the evenings and so I was out looking for people I could help in their finances. What with the hand touching and eye contact, Herbert wasn't stupid enough to know that this was a play to find out if he was prepared to have sex with me. It must be said here that I am quite a handsome young man and have had the education and polish to be a worthy catch for anyone of the same disposition as I was.
When I suggested that we could talk better in my room at the hotel, Herbert was all for it. So off to the hotel and once in my room, I confessed that I had taken a fancy to him and said quite outright that I wanted to have sex with him.
`You don't beat around the bush then,' said Herbert with a laugh.
No sir,' I replied, giving him deference even though there were only about ten years difference between us. I knew you would be a man who would like to be told the truth. I fancied you the first time I saw you and have dreamed quite often of a night wanting to know what it would be like to go to bed with you.'
`So the banking side of what you've said is a load of bullshit?' Herbert said taking off his coat and pulling his tie free from his collar.
`Oh no sir! I can guarantee making you another five per cent on your holdings and maybe even getting a tax reduction at the same time. My main concern was wondering what you tasted like,' and I smiled that sweet shy smile that I'd been practicing for quite some time.
`Well let's find out if I'm to your taste,' he smiled, pulling off his shirt and began taking off his trousers.
`I can't wait to find out,' I said, quickly getting out of my clothes to be naked first and show that I was sporting a fine erection, waiting to be used wherever.
That looks good,' he said as he finished undressing and showed that he too was erect and ready for the action. Oral or anal?'
`I'll leave the choice to you Herbert,' I said softly as I moved in close and bent my head and kissed the nipples of the chest before me.
`Well I'd like to taste what you've got too, so that's it then,' he said as he pulled up my head and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue pushing to make me open my mouth to accept the probing tongue and I got a queer sensation in my stomach at this first kissing and tonguing with another man. We slowly moved to the bed and then had to part and lay down head to tail and I loved it when Herbert had got onto the bed after me and I saw his erect cock there just before my eyes and couldn't wait for him to settle before I hungrily put my mouth over the end and began to suck on him.
The double delight for me was that he took my cock in and began to give me the same thrill. I felt I was in heaven as I sucked and played with the cock head with my tongue as I used my hand to gently manipulate the soft skin on the outside of the muscle beneath it.
That I was having my own cock sucked for the first time by a man was sending me skyward at the thrill I was getting, but I wouldn't let myself be distracted from the task I held in my hand and mouth. It was up to me to give Herbert the most pleasure I could though he was getting just as much by taking that other hard organ of mine into his own mouth. I couldn't wait too long because I knew that I would soon be coming with the excitement so I really gave him the best I could think of and soon had him coming with gasps and bursts and my bucking hips that were now matching his own as I strove to mouth fuck him as was being done to me. I took it all and swallowed and kept on going till well after he had let go of my own prick. When I was satisfied that Herbert was finished and clean, I reluctantly let him go and used my teeth to rake the head as it slowly slid out of my mouth. I then turned round on the bed and went up and kissed him and nestled into his arms.
Next time,' I said softly, I want you to fuck me.'
`Do you mean that?' he asked.
`Of course I do. You've got a prick to be proud of and next time I want it inside me. To feel the power that you've got there.' This was flattery and it got me what I wanted in the end.
`What about the bank thing you were talking about?'
To hell with that. That takes second place to this,' I said as I slid my hand down and gently fondled the now limp penis and balls. After having had him in my mouth, I now wanted it up inside me, on my terms and not that of a rapists.
So the next week, we went to Herbert's place and there we quickly undressed and went and lay down on his bed and kissed and fondled each other. We didn't spend too much time doing this because it was action that we both wanted and he soon had a condom on and I went up onto my knees and prayed that I wouldn't tear as I felt the head of this cock I wanted, nuzzle up against my back entrance. Then with a big sigh, I relaxed and he pushed into me and I found that I now knew what life was worth living for.
I loved that initial pain of entry and then savoured every inch of Herbert's organ as it was pushed in to fill me and make my own cock stand out proud and throb as it hung there between my legs. I also loved the firm grasp on my hips as his thighs came and pressed up tight to my cheeks and felt the heavy beat and pulse of him that now throbbed inside my very own body.
Next came the exquisite feeling of the slow withdrawal before it was moved back again, feeling every ridge and vein of the hard piece of flesh as it moved in and out of me. I began to drool as Herbert fucked me, my own cock now bouncing about erratically and as the movement behind and inside began to get faster, I started to come, my sperm spraying about as my cock moved of its own accord as Herbert reached his climax and shuddered as he held me tight as he jerked several times during his coming.
When the gasping of him began to slow down did I ease myself forward to lie flat down on the bed in my own mess and take the full weight of the man on top and savour the fact of having that big tool deeply embedded inside me.
That Herbert transferred his business to my care at the bank was a feather in my cap because it was made known that it was myself who had induced him to switch bank allegiance. The branch Manager was highly delighted at this coup and encouraged me to try for more, not knowing exactly at how this was being achieved.
Over the next three months, I brought in another three accounts and this led to the Finance Manager being transferred to another branch so that I could now take on that exalted position. I was beginning to move in the right direction and then I met James and things slowed down in the banking side of things.
Though I got James to transfer all his dealings through me in the bank eventually, a really major coup this time, it was really the last big one that I scored because I made the mistake of falling in love.
James was an artist. Not just any artist, but a very highly talented one that people would have to travel far to find one better. His gallery, studio and house which were all one, was really at the wrong end of town and off the beaten track. It was this obscurity which made him become known for he never advertised and it was a great joy for the collector to finally run him down to earth. Most of his paintings and drawings were sold for a modest sum and it was only by word of mouth that he was sought out for his work and commissions.
The front of his house, the lower half, was his gallery which displayed his, and other paintings and drawings. The back half was for the connoisseur of art that were of a more erotic and almost pornographic examples of his work, but you had to be known to him before you were allowed to see what was on show and for sale in this room.
The front upper half of the house was his living quarters that contained one large bedroom that had originally been the parlour, the old bedroom now taking that honour. A large bathroom and an equally large kitchen that had a table that was capable of seating eight persons without them feeling cramped. The rear of this second floor was his studio that instead of having the usual roof tiles, was a series of glass panels as was the outside wall, for this room faced north from which came the best light for the painter.
For a more personal touch which very few people ever got to see were the shades and blinds that could cover this expanse of glass. These had been hand painted by himself so that if he drew all the window blinds it would reveal a moonlit countryside landscape. The roof, or ceiling glass had shades that were also painted, but these showed the sky at night with scattered clouds that half obscured the myriad of stars that twinkle in the heavens above. It was an awe inspiring sight when all were drawn and they could be seen in conjunction with each other and you would honestly believe that you were on the outside of the house to see what they showed.
I came to know the house well for I eventually moved in to live with James. But, that has taken us too far ahead of the story.
I had seen him on the odd occasion because he didn't go out that frequently. He only made trips abroad as it were when he was really in the need for male sex. He had on one of these excursions caught my eye, but as I was in the process of netting a bankable fish, I hadn't taken up the obvious invitation that I had seen in those eyes though I mentally filed it away for future reference which wasn't long in coming.
I was sitting at the bar of the club one night when James spotted me and came over and sat down on the stool next to me.
`Hello. You're Timothy aren't you? I've been wanting to meet you for some time now. My name's James,' he said, offering his hand. I took it and was pleased to find that it was a firm handshake and that the hand was dry and not moist like some I had shaken in the past and also not a macho bone crusher.
`Hello James and yes, my name is Timothy.'
`Would you like another drink?' he asked as he signalled to the barman so as to order his own drink as well.
`Thank you. A gin and tonic please.'
Make it two,' said James to the now attentive man behind the bar, and then he turned and smiled at me. Yes, I've been wanting to talk to you for ages now, but I didn't want to interrupt you while you were cruising.' He thanked the barman as the drinks were placed in front of us.
`Cruising?' I enquired.
`Picking up an available man.'
Oh, that was business.' I saw the look on his face and hastily added, I work in a bank and I was trying to get their accounts.'
`Did it work?'
`Yes,' I grinned.
`Do you still see them?'
`Occasionally.'
`Tonight?'
`No,' I smiled, guessing what was coming but then found out it wasn't exactly as I thought the approach was going to be.
Well I'll be blunt,' James said. When I first saw you in here I had the urge to come and speak to you but refrained at the time because you were with someone else. I'm a painter. I won't give myself the title of artist.'
`Why?'
`Er...'
I've seen some of your pictures in your gallery window,' I said, and I think they are very good.'
`You've seen the shop then? Hidden away as it is?'
`Yes, but I didn't have the courage to go in,' I said shyly.
`You should have done. I could then have told you what I'm going to say now. I think you have a handsome face and I hope the body to go with it. I'd like to paint you in the nude.'
`If you're in the nude, what would I be wearing?'
Oh I like you Timothy for that,' he laughed. But I'm serious. Would you model for me?'
`I've not seen any nude paintings in the window,' I told him.
`I have two galleries. The second one is in the back half where my nudes and erotic pictures are displayed. You'd be surprised how many of them are bought by collectors who appreciate the naked human form. The secret is not to charge too much for them so they come back for more.'
`Tell me more,' I said as he signalled for a fresh round of drinks and so James told me the types of paintings and drawings he did and I was most interested and also wondered at what he would look like without clothes on and if he would make a fine lover. So when he invited me back to his home, I accepted and that was it. We finished our drinks and paid our bills and left to go to where James lived and worked.
It was only a ten minute walk and when we reached his home, he unlocked the door to the gallery and quickly went through a beaded curtain to unset the alarm. He then ushered me in and after re-locking the front door to the shop, reset the alarm and invited me upstairs to his quarters.
`Would you like another drink?' he asked when we reached the upstairs lounge.
Yes please,' I replied, settling myself down on the sofa as I looked round the room. I don't see any of your paintings.'
Can't afford to hoard them,' James replied. I have to sell them to live you know. The ones I really like, I still have them on display downstairs but marked up that they're not for sale.'
This wasn't quite true what he had said because he didn't mention that he had a monthly allowance that was more than enough for his needs. The house was owned outright and all he had to fork out were the local taxes and utility bills. He also had quite a bit of money spread around in various stocks and bonds, which eventually were transferred to my bank for me to look after. He passed over the drink he had poured out and sat down next to me.
`Are you always called Timothy or could I call you Tim?'
`Not unless you want me to call you Jim.'
Jim and Tim? Tim and Jim? No, it doesn't go down well does it,' he laughed. So it stays as Timothy.' We then drank at least half of our drinks, looking at each other over the rim of our glasses. `I think you've guessed why I asked you up here tonight,' James said.
`Yes,' I said and put my glass to one side and waited for him to make his move. James put his own glass down and moved up closer and took me into his arms and kissed me. The kiss was sensuous and most welcome to me and I responded in kind as we kissed with open mouths, letting our tongues touch and make friends with each other. We eventually broke apart, flushed and breathing heavily.
`Shall we go to bed then?' James said in a quiet voice. I nodded and took his hand and let myself be led into the bedroom. No words were spoken as James turned on a small lamp of low wattage that gave us just enough light to see each other as we undressed until both of us were naked.