Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2011 11:24:11 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane & Spencer. Prologue & Chapter One.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good
or bad are welcome and all will be answered.

				 Prologue

   I wanted to title this book as Marcus and Spencer, but the editor, for
obvious reasons, wouldn't let me. My name is Marcus Kane and my partner is
Tracey Spencer. I say partner in its fullest sense, as we are both male and
we sleep and have sex together. Tracey was and still is a practising
homosexual, while I'm just practising at the moment, for I don't know if I
was one before I met Tracey, and that was only, what, sixteen days ago.

   That was in a transvestite night club called the Blue Parrot in Berlin.
Tracey was the star of the cabaret, though it wasn't for him or the others
that I was in there, but other business. It seems I got into a fight with
three men, getting shot in the head, a wound really, but it caused
amnesia. I killed the man who'd shot me and one of the others died later in
hospital. The third man escaped with a broken arm.

   Now I don't remember this, but was told later by Tracey, for he hustled
me out of the club, blood pouring from my head and took me to an hotel. I
can only date my memory from the following morning when I woke up to find
Tracey astride of me and using my erection to fuck himself with. It
appeared that I had also fucked him twice during the night and he was very
pleased that I had done so.

   I must have enjoyed it for I then fucked him at least twice a day if he
wasn't sucking on my tool. It came to pass that I wondered what it was like
being fucked for he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of it. His
prick was nearly half the size of mine when erect, so I didn't think it
would hurt if I let him do it to me. I too found out that it was enjoyable
as well as sucking on him when we did it mutually.

   He kept calling himself Mrs. Kane to my amusement and came to love him
as much as he loved me. So for the sixteen days, we fucked and sucked and
told each other that we both loved the other. That was between us getting
shot at and almost killed nearly every other day, and not only in Berlin,
but in England too.

   Following various clues as they occurred, we broke up a counterfeit ring
in Berlin and found out that it was all being orchestrated from England.
But also that it was being done all over Europe and the head of this
organisation was Sir Bernard Brakestone of Brakestone Manor.

   On arrival in England to follow this up we were shadowed and chased by
the Special Branch, so I didn't know who I was working for or on which side
of the fence I was. It was only after meeting up with ex-army fellows that
I had a small army to raid Brakestone Manor and seize money and documents
to cripple the whole enterprise, though the king pin managed to escape.
When picked up by the Special Branch and taken to the Foreign Office, was
then I found out that I worked for them and had been undercover to do the
very thing I had done without knowing it. I also learned in the few days
before that I was a wealthy man and owned four large houses just off
Whitehall and got substantial rents from the apartments that these houses
had been turned into. My apartment was in one of the buildings and it was
to here that Tracey and I moved on being told to take a month's leave from
a knife wound I'd received about five days earlier.

   There was much more to it, but I've only given you the brief outline of
what had happened over those sixteen days and little bits of my past that
we'd gleaned from other people, so we were greeted by Charlie, an
ex-sergeant who'd served with me and had been on the raid at the Manor and
was currently the caretaker of the house with my apartment in it.


				Chapter One

   `That was very thoughtful of Charlie,' said Tracey as we entered the
apartment, pointing to the flowers placed in a large vase on the table in
the entrance hall. He'd paused to touch them and then looked into the big
mirror on the wall behind them. His hand went to the side of his head to
fluff up his hair a little. It was one of these little feminine things that
endeared him to me, not to mention the dresses he wore or the sexy
underwear that turned me on every time I saw him without the dress.

   He was about five foot eight without the high heeled shoes, and had the
most beautiful face I'd ever seen on a man and was framed by hair that hung
to his shoulders and curled up nicely at that point. It wasn't blond, but a
very light brown and the cuffs and collar matched and had no need to dye
it. His eyes were blue and always sparkling and he made them seem wider by
the careful use of eye shadow. Make-up was kept to a minimum for he didn't
really need it as his lips were all ready quite red and not overfull but
just right for kissing. His mouth wasn't too large either but just the
right size to take the head of my cock in and still be able to use his
tongue on me at the same time.

   It was when he was only wearing his underwear that I would really get a
steaming hard on, for from the back you would swear it was a woman. His
shoulders were not that broad and across his back would be the padded bra
strap, his back went down to a very slim waist that many women would
envy. But then came the suspender belt that held up his stockings that
really caught the eye for the belt and the stocking tops framed the cheeks
of his bum. They were round and firm and had muscles that had to be felt to
be believed and looked so perfect that I had the constant desire to touch
and stroke them, the cleft made it look like a peach that gave you the
desire to bite and taste the succulent flesh. It was into this cleft that I
loved to put my cock. To nuzzle the hole that was usually hidden and to
feel him wiggle as it touched him and when teased enough, he would beg me
to put it inside and fuck him.

   This I would do at least twice a day for I loved him, not only to look
at but to fuck and he loved me to do both, and as often as I could.

   `Yes, they're lovely,' I said about the flowers and moved behind him and
kissed his neck and looked up to see the two of us framed in the
mirror. With his high heels on, he was only about two inches shorter than
me and I rested my chin on his shoulder as I looked at our reflection in
the mirror and watched his face open up into his lovely smile. My eyes are
as blue as his but have that look of age in them, for I had found out that
I was thirty years of age whereas he was only twenty. My hair is dark and
in a half light would be taken for being black. Light eyebrows, unplucked
as his were, a straight nose and an almost square chin. White teeth without
any fillings and I could see that I needed a shave. That was one area that
Tracey was lucky for he only needed to shave once a week and that was only
to remove bum fluff at that. I was also still wearing a plaster over the
head wound from that pistol shot in Berlin, but I thought that I would soon
be leaving it off for it was healing nicely as was the knife wound in the
side. The strike that was made on me would have killed me if I hadn't
caught a glimpse of my attacker and had been able to turn in time. I'd
caught hold of his arm and we fell out of the bathroom we were in, into the
lounge where I managed to get up on top and having lost my gun, got my hand
and arm round his throat and broke his neck.

   It was in Bill Tolliver's place that he'd just ransacked that we fought.
He'd already tried to get into my place but Charlie had stopped him from
entering. Tracey had known the man having gone to school with him in the
East End of London. He had been one of the gang trying to stop me that I
had now broken up with the two leaders, the brother's Boyle, now in police
custody.

   I had been stitched up in a hospital and needed the dressings changed
each day which Tracey saw to, and the stitches were due to be removed
within the next day or so as that wound was healing nicely as well.

   I turned my head and nuzzled Tracey's hair through to his ear and kissed
it as I whispered to him.

   `You look good enough to eat.'

   `Well let's go to bed and eat each other then,' he said, leaning his
head into my shoulder, his eyes shining at the suggestion. So with our arms
around each other, we went into the massive room where this triple size bed
was waiting for us.

   I kicked off my shoes and let him undress me for he liked doing this,
especially when it came to pulling down my underpants. My erection sprang
out as it always did and smacked him under the chin and then I weaved my
hips from side to side while his open mouth tried to catch it as he was
down on his knees before me. If I was lucky, I could smack him several
times across the cheeks with it before it was trapped in that hot mouth of
his. His tongue forcing its way under the foreskin to run round the head
before he really gave it a few powerful sucks before releasing it with a
kiss on the tip to rise up and take off his dress.

   This was a show in itself as he slowly pulled the dress up to reveal
that he didn't wear panties and it was the incongruous sight of seeing his
small erection jutting out from this female attire that really made my cock
begin to throb as I sat on the edge of the bed to watch. The dress would be
off and then dropped on the dressing table stool for me to see the cheeks
of his bum as I have already described, and he would run his hands over
them and almost make me drool with the anticipation of having my cock up in
there.

   But turning round, his cock would bounce as he came over for me to bend
my head and give him a suck before he pushed me onto the bed and got on
himself. He kept the underwear on for he knew now that I liked him wearing
it as we went into each other's arms and kissed while our cocks clashed
together.

   He had strong thighs from his school day's swimming and his subsequent
dancing, though his calves were firm and shapely and his ankles nice and
trim and looked perfect when he wore his high heeled shoes. These legs
swung up when I'd wrestled him onto his back and the ankles would cross
over my back and he squeezed me tight to him and squashed our cocks to our
stomachs.

   He made the first move by releasing me and heaving me over onto my back,
began kissing me. He started at my eyes before kissing my nose and lips and
then began to kiss me all the way down, moving his body round at the same
time so that when he was lying full length on top of me to take my cock
into his mouth, I had his there ready for me to do the same.

   I loved the way he chewed on me like a dog with a rubber bone which is
how I would describe it, a soft rubber bone like I had in my mouth as I
chewed and sucked on him. I think it was only a week after we had met that
I was sucking on him at the same time, and learned to follow what he
did. He was an expert at knowing how hard to bite and how to use his tongue
to excite the nerve ends where the foreskin meets the head on the inside.

   It didn't take him long to arouse me enough for me to come into his
mouth, and my coming triggering him to do the same. Both of us bucking a
little as we thrust our cocks into our mouths, to feel the jetting sperm
begin to fill it. I now liked having his sperm, to taste and move about
inside my mouth like an oyster before swallowing it. Then I licked his cock
all round both the inside and outside of the foreskin before sucking out
the last of his come. We both liked to nibble on the shaft, especially the
underside and he had been thrilled the first time I had taken his balls
into my mouth to roll around and suck.

   With our aching balls relieved and our erections getting slightly soft,
we broke apart and he turned round on the bed and came into my arms. We
kissed as we smiled at each other with our eyes and I felt at peace with
the world as we did this. I couldn't, or wouldn't have ever believed that I
could fall in love with another man and take his cock into my mouth to suck
and drink of his essence. Nor that I would ever fuck one and have him fuck
me until I was with Tracey. I loved him and I knew he loved me for he kept
telling me this fact. There's this joke about once a king, always a king,
but once a knight is enough. I was both his king and his knight but once
was never enough, for about an hour later, he had roused me up hard again,
but for fucking him this time.

   `I'm going to wear this down to a stub,' he crooned as he rolled a
condom down on my erection.

   `And I'll make you bigger than the Grand Canyon,' I laughed.

   `Then you'll have to find a friend to help you fill it.'

   `No bloody way. Your oil well is only for this drilling rig,' I said as
I rolled him onto his front. He came up onto his knees, the suspender
straps sliding round the cheeks of his bum to stop down the sides of his
thighs. I now had my perfect view in the whole world. The cheeks of his bum
there before me, to touch and stroke and marvel at how soft and yet firm
those two halves of the peach were. We didn't need cream now he was so used
to my size but he still gave out that little eek as the head of my cock
enlarged him enough for it to slip inside. With me giving a grunt from
having the head compressed by his sphincter muscle as it went in and the
rest of my cock followed until I was well and truly inside him. The all
round pressure was wonderful and I liked the feel of the cheeks of his bum
tight up against the tops of my thighs as I nestled myself inside and
really felt I was in heaven in both body and mind.

   It was glorious to be able to stroke the bare flesh of his waist and
sides as I began to move my hips backwards and forwards and feel my prick
slide inside his channel as I slowly began to fuck him. If only nature
would hold back I could have carried on for hours just having and feeling
the pleasure I was getting through my cock as it was alternately squeezed
and released as it moved within him.

   Today I took my time, looking down to see it emerge from his behind till
the head of my cock began to enlarge him before letting it slide back out
of view again. God, I loved fucking this boy as I thought of him, he being
ten years younger than myself. His body was one to hold, to love and above
all, to fuck and I simply loved doing it. But as I have said, you cannot
hold back nature and so as I felt I was getting near, my movements in and
out of him got faster. He knew when I was ready for he then began to urge
me to push harder into him, and so I did. Holding his hips firm in my grip,
I began to pull him backwards onto me as I rammed forwards, our flesh
making smacking sounds as our bodies met and I felt my cock begin to swell
as the seed came up the tube and began to spurt out into the condom. I was
by then, really ramming myself hard into him, the sounds louder as we
smacked together and then the final heaves as I held him very tight, almost
lifting his knees off the bed as I held him to pump out the last surge of
come inside.

   `Let me fuck the bed,' he got out in a strangled voice, and so I lay on
his back as he slowly sank down till he was flat on his front with his cock
now between him and the bed. I was still stuck hard up inside him and then
began to rock myself on him as I lay on his back. This was another way that
he liked his sex. For me to be on his back while inside him, to grasp his
shoulders by putting my hands up under his armpits so that I could still
heave myself into him. This rocking motion as I still continued to fuck
him, rubbed his cock between the bed sheet and his stomach and he would
come this way.

   `Harder, harder, I'm nearly there,' he gasped out and so I doubled my
efforts and fucked him harder and got a lot of grunts and sighs as he came
to make a mess of himself as well as the sheet. I only stopped moving when
I felt his body go slack beneath me, knowing that he had spent himself and
I kissed the back of his neck and got a whisper back in return.

   `I love you Marcus and I'm never going to stop saying it.'

   `I love you too and so neither will I stop,' I breathed out into his
ear, and so we lay like this for several minutes to regain our breath
before I began to rise up and pull out of him. He cried as my cock popped
out and I got off his back.

   I went into the bathroom and peeled off the condom with some toilet
paper and dropped the lot in the toilet and flushed it away. I then went
and put the plug into the bath and turned on the taps.

   The bathroom which I haven't described yet was as big as a normal
household's lounge, but dominated by this big corner bath that had fittings
inside to make the bubbles that could almost be a massage if turned on to
full force. As with the rest of the bathroom, the fittings were gold and
shone in the soft lighting. The shower was big enough for three people to
get in, but I wanted to soak in a bath at this moment. The toilet was
almost what you would call a standard bog as was the bidet. There were two
wash basins set into a marble surface and had huge mirrors with lights
above them. The walls were tiled but the floor was covered in a thick
carpet and there were dryers set into the ceiling that dried you almost
from the moment you stepped out of the bath or shower. I checked that the
temperature of the running water was right and went back into the bedroom
and helped Tracey off the bed and into the bathroom. His eyes, when he had
seen it for the first time had almost come out of his head. For as a boy,
his bath was a tin tub in front of the fire in a small room that was only
half the size of this bathroom, but this was going to be his first time,
and mine, without having a memory, in a bath this big.

   The temperature was fine and when we were both in, the height of the
water was just right, so the flow was stopped.

   `This is perfect,' and he really purred out the last word as he slowly
sank down till the water lapped his chin. He was in one corner and I was in
the other, and his foot was right in my groin and he used his toes to
waggle my now limp prick about. There were some bottles of bath salts on
the side which he opened to sniff at first before pouring a generous
helping into the bath which gave us an instant foam that covered the
surface, and it also smelt nice. `Not only nice but bloody luxurious. Why
on earth did you ever leave this to go out and get shot at?' he asked, his
toes still playing between my legs.

   `Come on Tracey. You know I don't remember anything. Maybe it was
excitement, I just don't know.'

   `Well I was glad not to find a woman's touch about the place, though
these bath salts are rather decadent. You're sure you haven't got a woman
stashed about somewhere, or maybe another man?' This last was said rather
slyly and I was getting rather a lot of pressure around the old todger from
his toes at the same time as the question.

   `Not that I recall,' I laughed. `But I think you'll do in the absence of
others,' I continued as my foot had now found his crotch and was doing the
same to him with my toes.

   `Am I going to stay being Mrs. Kane,' his face now having gone serious
looking, `now that you know you've got all this.'

   `My dear darling Tracey. You can be Mrs. Kane for as long as you want to
be. That's a promise,' and I meant it.

   `You darling!' he cried, his face lighting up as he lunged up from the
water and came down with a big splash onto my front and his hand came up
and held my face as he kissed me. `You won't regret it, I promise that
too. I'll always be here for you to make love to me as often as you want
it.'

   `You mean as long as you want it,' I said with a laugh.

   `That too,' he grinned as he kissed me again. Then he found the shampoo
and began to wash my hair. In fact, he washed me all over, taking care of
my hurt side. I loved the attention I was getting and wouldn't change it
for the world.

   I was also dried carefully in spite of the warm air that blew down on
our bodies and he saw to a fresh dressing being put on my side. Then
swathed in big bath robes, we inspected the kitchen and found that Charlie
had put plenty of food in the refrigerator for us.

   `I'm am really going to love being Mrs. Kane,' he said as he began
getting food out and putting it on the massive work surface. `This place is
a woman's dream,' he said as he began to prepare us a meal and I sat down
to watch and opened a bottle of wine. If fact another two bottles were
opened as we sat down to steak and garlic mushrooms and broccoli. The sauce
he made would have made any gourmet chef envious.

   Then it was back to bed that I had him remake for where he had come onto
the sheets, was my side of the bed. There, in thanks for such a wonderful
meal, as we kissed, I said that he could fuck me before I fucked him. This
pleased him and he quickly donned a condom as I got onto the bed and went
onto my knees.

   I was getting to like his soft hands hold my hips and have him push
himself into me, to feel the heat and throb of his cock as he nestled it
inside me. I would have thought it degrading really to have another man
stick his cock up my arse and fuck me, but, as I loved this man, I welcomed
and enjoyed it as he moved in and out as he fucked me. It might have been a
different matter if he had been as big as me, but his was enough to give me
the same kind of pleasure that he got from mine. It also gave me pleasure
for him to be so pleased when I let him have me in this way. By having his
prick up inside and feel it excite me, made me even harder as I knew that I
would be having him a few minutes later.

   Which I did, and loved every minute of being inside him and the
subsequent coming, and the following sucking to clean up my cock before we
settled down for the night. Tired as we were, we still talked as we lay in
each other's arms, giving and taking the odd kiss in our aftermath of love
making.

   `Just think. We have a whole month of this here before they expect you
back at work,' he said.

   `Ah. Well I've been having thoughts about that,' I said, and he lifted
up his head which had been in the crook of my arm to look up at me with a
question in his eyes. `I was thinking of us taking a little holiday. In the
sun.'

   `In the sun?' repeating me. `Where?' his eyes now alight.

   `I was thinking of somewhere like the Caribbean, Bahamas maybe.'

   `Oh Marcus! How wonderful! I've never been there. I've seen lots of
pictures, the sand, sea, palm trees and always the sunshine. You did mean
to include me, didn't you?' I wasn't quite sure if there was a catch in his
voice as he asked this.

   `I wouldn't go if you weren't with me,' I said, and got a cheek full of
kisses and a hug for this. He was easily pleased with every little thing I
did for him, almost like a child to be given a present at Christmas.

   `When we're you thinking of going?'

   `Well, my stitches should be taken out tomorrow, so how about the day
after?'

   `Great!' he cried, rolling over to be on top of me.

   `Ow!' I cried. `I said I'd have the stitches out tomorrow, not now.'
Then it was all kisses of apology as he rolled off, relieving the pressure
on my wounded side. It was some time before he stopped kissing and
caressing me before he went to sleep and let me do the same.

*