Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2011 05:00:39 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Three.

   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became withdrawn at night and on their first night back had begged Tracey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 rapist`s.

   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.

*