Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:40:45 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane & Spencer. Chapters Ten & Eleven.

   We were lighter in respect of used ammunition and grenades, but heavier
in the arms we'd retrieved from the opposition as we travelled back to the
airport in our cars. These we duly handed over to Samson's man and boarded
the same plane to take us back to Nassau.

   I had the pilot phone on his radio to Samson about our imminent arrival
and he was there with some cars to take us into town.

   `The bodies?' I asked of him.

   `Gone. Gone and forgotten. You have their passports?'

    I gave them to him plus his mobile phone and asked what did I owe him
for that extra service, but stated that as I no longer had need for the
guns and ammunition plus those that we'd collected, he was quite happy to
take the lot in payment for his undertaking as he laughingly called it.

   I was more than happy too, for I had nearly a million dollars American
from that safe plus the rest of the documentation that would destroy
Brakestone's empire completely. We dropped off a happy Samson and all the
weapons and the cars dropped us off at the hotel.

   It was close on midnight that our happy crowd entered and I had lots of
drinks sent up to my suite for the lads to celebrate with. So with beers in
their hands, they toasted me and drank to my health and future, them not
knowing that I didn't or couldn't remember my past. From my heavy bag I
gave each man five thousand dollars for the night's work, and made a big
show of giving our wounded colleague a hundred dollar bill as a bonus.

   Tracey and I stayed in our sitting room for an hour and then said that
we were going to bed but that they could carry on drinking till either that
ran out or they passed out. Even with the bedroom door closed, we could
still hear them though much muted. It didn't matter to us for we closed our
ears to them and only listened to what we had to say to each other.

   For Tracey, I felt most mortified, for he couldn't keep apologising
enough that I should have witnessed him being raped by a Boyle. That I
should see him with another man's cock up his arse. He kept on crying and
saying that he was sorry and that he hoped that it didn't mean that he
would lose my love because of it.

   It took nearly an hour to convince him that he was a war victim and that
it didn't change my feelings for him by one iota. I kissed and hugged him
and finally got him to go on his knees for me to fuck him without a condom
to prove that I still loved him. It wasn't the best of fucks with him
sobbing, but I still enjoyed having him bare backed. To really feel the
inside of him instead of through a rubber.

   Then, after washing myself, insisted that he did the same and revelled
in feeling his cock throb inside me as he shafted me, trying to discount
the tears that I still felt falling onto my back as he did so. But it was
nice and I am sure I felt his seed hit my insides when he did finally
come. He went and washed himself and then got back into bed and kissed me
over and over again as he said repeatedly at how much he loved me and I
felt somewhat relieved when he did go off to sleep to let my mind wander
over the night's events that pleased me and I went to sleep still hearing
the others enjoy themselves in our sitting room.

   I never heard them leave, but there was a hell of a mess in our sitting
room next morning. I telephoned housekeeping and apologised for the state
of the room and asked for a cleaner immediately. I then ordered breakfast
for two and by the time I'd put the phone down, a housemaid came into the
room.

   I could understand the expression on her face, but a hundred dollar
bill, more than two weeks wages, put a smile on her face and she set to
work with a will. I had breakfast put out on the balcony and went and got
Tracey up, for I didn't think it good for him to sleep too long. I helped
him into a bath robe and got him out from the bedroom and through the
sitting room and sat him down in the morning sunshine.

   `About last night,' Tracey began as I was pouring out some coffee.

   `Forget last night,' I said, interrupting him. `That's past and
gone. You held up well and I was very proud of you.'

   `Do the others know what happened?' he asked in a tremulous voice.

   `No!' I said quite fiercely. `I only said that they were about to attack
you, so no one knows.'

   `You do,' he said quietly.

   `Tracey, I love you! This happened in a war zone. It wasn't your fault
so I don't hold you responsible. Didn't I prove that last night? Didn't we
have sex without a condom? It happened and that is that! The bastard is
dead and at the bottom of the sea. He will be forgotten as you must forget
too.' He still had tears in his eyes, but he nodded and poked at his
breakfast but didn't eat much.

   When I had the breakfast things cleared away by the house-maid and she
had finished cleaning up the sitting room, I got Tracey to lie out in the
sun. I took his robe off and oiled his body, paying special attention to
his cock and balls as well as his bum when I rubbed it in.

   We spent three days in the suite without going out, having all our meals
sent up and we spent all the daylight hours out on the balcony getting a
very good tan. I loved and fucked him as often as I could and let him have
me and he was almost back to his normal self when Charlie paid us a visit.

   He'd phoned first before coming up to see us and so I had some cold
beers in the fridge ready for when he knocked on the door and came
in. Tracey and I were in our bathrobes and he was in casual clothes and
looking as though he'd got as much sunshine as us. I invited Charlie to sit
down and Tracey went to get the beers.

   `How is he coping?' Charlie asked.

   `He's doing...fine,' I faltered. Realising that I'd fallen into his
trap. `Charlie, I...'

   `It's all right sir. I've known from the start. When you brought Tracey
into the apartment block.'

   `Do the others know?' I asked, my mind in a turmoil at the revelation
that he knew our secret. Who else apart from Spencer knew that Tracey
wasn't a female?

   `No sir, and they won't from me. He was raped, wasn't he?'

   `Yes,' I said in a whisper.

   `Well he's lucky to have you to hold and comfort him then. I've seen it
in the past and the victim, without anyone to talk to or confide in and get
comfort, has gone to pieces. She'll come out of it.' I didn't quite get his
change of gender at first, but it further came to light as he
continued. `When the pair of you first walked into the apartment block
together, it was the happiest I'd seen you for years. The fact that I
recognised her, I didn't let on. I wouldn't have brought this up now, but I
was getting a bit worried about the pair of you, not seeing you for three
days. Thank you Tracey,' he said as he had just come to the sofa with our
beers and handed us one each. `I was just saying to the captain that I
hadn't seen you for three days. How are you after our fracas at the
villa. It's not good to see men shot at close range.'

   `I'm fine Charlie, thank you. Seeing men get shot seems to be coming a
habit when I'm with Marcus. No, I'm over the shock now, thank you.'

   `I was just saying to the captain that I've never seen him happier since
you came along. I hope you'll be staying round for a long time to come.'

   `I do too, Charlie,' Tracey said, putting his arm through mine. I'm sure
my face went a bit red at this sign of affection with Charlie knowing that
it was another man that was now holding me in this intimate, but friendly
way.

   `Well, apart from seeing that things were all right up here,' Charlie
said finishing up his beer, `I came to say that I think that I should cut
my holiday as it were, a bit short. I've still got an apartment block to
look after and I hope you won't think it wrong if I return to London
tomorrow?'

   `Not at all,' I said. `Look, why don't we all have a good dinner
together, the squad and all tonight? What do you think Tracey?'

   `I think it's a good idea. I can wear my red dress and diamond necklace
and make all the other women envious. Not only for that but for the man
that will be on my arm.' I couldn't bring my eyes up to meet Charlie's.

   `I'm sure they will Miss Tracey,' he said as he smiled. He got up from
the sofa. `I tell the lads to be on their best behaviour and I think that
your presence will brighten up the evening.' I got up too and went to the
door with him.

   `Thanks Charlie,' I said in a low voice.

   `None needed sir. You are a lucky man and wish I could find someone to
love me as she does you.' He smiled and left me speechless at the door.

   I felt I should tell Tracey that Charlie knew about us, but seeing his
face at the prospect of being able to wear his red dress and the diamond
necklace, I didn't have the heart to spoil his happiness now that he seemed
to have gotten over the rape.

   We spent what was left of the day out on the balcony before we thought
it might be time to have a shower and get dressed. Tracey

showered first and when I came out I saw this vision sitting at the
dressing table wearing a white bra, white suspender belt and I could just
see the these straps were attached to light brown stockings.

   The contrast of this white lingerie to his tanned back and upper
buttocks that I could see was quite erotic, as well as to see him leaning
forward towards the mirror as he applied eye shadow to his eyelids. The
soft lights above the mirror showed his tanned face and with it being
framed by his light, almost blond hair, he looked the most beautiful
creature on earth. His smile when he saw me reflected in the mirror took my
breath away and the whole effect gave me an instant hard on.

   `Would you fix my necklace for me darling,' he asked and my senses were
reeling as I took the diamond piece and fixed the clip at the back of his
slim neck. He'd held his hair up for me to do this and I couldn't resist
bending my head down to kiss it. Our eyes met through the looking glass and
his smile was out of this world with the love I saw shining out of them. I
stood up and the tip of my erection brushed against his back.

   `Is that a sign of your love?' he asked in a coy voice.

   `It's more than a sign,' I said, my voice coming out rather
hoarsely. `It shows of my need for you.'

   His rise from the stool was almost like a ballet it was so smooth and
graceful and he turned and held my lower arms and gave me a gently kiss as
he turned me round to sit down on his just vacated seat. His hand, without
looking, moved to the table and instinctively picked up a condom which was
quickly taken out of its wrapper and rolled down over my erection. Then a
blob of cream appeared on top and I irreverently wondered if he was going
to put a cherry on top of it, before he opened his legs and moved astride
of the dressing table stool I was sitting on.

   I loved the feel of his stockings move against my outer thighs as he got
across them and then with one hand underneath him, he held my steaming cock
upright, nuzzled it to his bum and slowly sank down on me.

   The pressure on the head of my cock was exquisite as it was compressed
as it opened him up, and with a swift movement of his thighs, it slipped
inside and he then sank right down to sit on my thighs.

   My blood was pounding in my heart and cock as it throbbed and pulsated
round my body, giving the head extra strength and power as his inner body
squeezed it. His eyes were alight with pleasure and held mine as his hand
stroked the diamond necklace around his throat as he leaned into and kissed
me.

   His own cock I squashed between us as I pulled him close to me in a
loving hug as we continued the kiss. I loved this boy in spite of the rape
and I hoped I showed it by the way I held and kissed him. Then he began his
moving and I sat and held his hips as he fucked himself on my throbbing
shaft, giving us both the pleasure we desired. That Tracey loved me there
was no doubt for it showed in his face, his touch and his body movements as
he rode up and down on me. I hugged him fiercely to me as I took over the
fucking between us by bucking my hips up and loved his letting me take over
as I tried to ram up ever harder inside him as I came. I almost cried in
the relief and the love I had for him as I shot my load in staccato bursts
and kissed him wildly as my coming came to its end. We stayed enjoined for
several more minutes as we held each other tight before he reluctantly rose
up and my cock came out of him. He used some tissues from the box on the
dressing table to remove the condom, going down onto his knees to suck on
my still hard piece, but this was only the clean up exercise and one that I
still enjoyed.

   I got up to let Tracey finish his make up while I got dressed and then
helped him on with his dress before he saw to his hair.

   `I've been thinking darling,' I began, some thoughts having come into my
mind. `We've been out here over a week and had some trouble I know, but
what about going back home? Or would you rather stay on here a bit longer?'

   `Marcus, dear, I'll leave it up to you. I don't mind one way or the
other, as long as I'm with you. Here or in London, it's all the same to
me.' I gave him a kiss and then we went down to join the others in the bar
for drinks before our meal. The rest of the squad were already there,
booted and suited with Charlie saying to them earlier that Tracey was
dressing up for the occasion.

   They wouldn't let me buy one drink and all complimented Tracey on his
dress and simply raved over the diamond necklace. Tracey positively bubbled
with the attention he was receiving and I was glad that he was back to his
normal self. Charlie must have had words with the dining room manager for
we had one long table for all of us instead of the normal separate tables
in the dining room.

   Tracey was given the seat at the head of the table with Charlie and
myself sitting opposite each other but next to him. Then it was the two
corporals next to me and Charlie and the ranks lower down in seniority of
their original enlistment. I actually had a swell of pride that these men
had been with me in action, though I couldn't remember the fact, and had
rallied round when I called for assistance.

   The meal was excellent and at the end of it, I made a little speech to
thank them and to say that Tracey and I were going back to London too, but
they could stay on for the rest of the week and that they should enjoy the
sunshine while they could. I wasn't sure if Tracey welcomed the news that
we were going home or not, but the decision had been made. Charlie then
said that Jimmy Knowles was also returning with them, he being another of
my caretakers. Donald Fraser was the other one but Jimmy had said that he
would look after his building for him, so he was staying with the rest of
the squad.

   Tracey and I were the first to leave the table for the others to enjoy
the rest of the evening, and while I shook each members hand, Tracey gave
them a kiss on the cheek. Charlie accepted his without a blink or a blush
and I gave his hand an extra squeeze as a way of saying thanks.

   `What a lovely crew of cut throats you've got there,' Tracey said as we
went up to our suite, `I'm glad they all came through all right.'

   `So am I, considering that I was asking, well to me at least, almost
perfect strangers, to risk their lives for me,' I said.

   `Then that's another eleven people who love you as well as me, though
maybe it's more adoration on their part than the kind of love I have for
you.'

   I'd drunk quite a lot with the boys at that wonderful dinner, and I may
have been looking through rose coloured glasses, but Tracey looked a really
radiant woman in that red dress with the diamond necklace at his
throat. His eyes were shining with more than the few gin and tonics he'd
drunk as well as the wine. There was a slight flush under the sun tan and
he looked most desirable and I couldn't wait to get him into the
bedroom. He was eager too at getting my clothes off and his dress.

   `Leave the necklace and underwear on,' I said hoarsely.

   `I was going to, he said in a voice that matched mine, our bodies
clashing as we kissed passionately, falling on the bed to continue and
spend our passion in each other's body. What a glorious fuck it was on our
last night in Nassau, not going to sleep till the early hours of the
morning as we talked, kissed, sucked and fucked.

   We had breakfast in our suite and I got dressed and went out saying that
I had a last thing I wanted to buy and left him to see to the packing of
our clothes. I wasn't out long and Tracey wanted to know what it was I had
gone out for, and told him that he would find out later.

   I settled our bill and left what really amounted to an open cheque with
the manager to pay the other bills when it was time for them to leave. He
knew better, I think, than to try and cheat me on this. Charlie and Jimmy
were ready and so we four said our goodbyes in the lobby and took a taxi to
the airport where I had already booked our flights. I also paid for the
rest of the flights and left the tickets for them to collect when they were
ready to leave.

   We boarded our plane, first class, and settled back to enjoy the flight
and service and then I gave Tracey what I had bought just before leaving.

   He smothered my face in kisses when he opened the box and found an
engagement ring inside.



                                               Chapter Eleven

   `It was foolish of me not to have noticed it first, that when we checked
in as Mr. and Mrs., you weren't wearing any rings on your finger. Even
though our joint passport showed us as man and wife, you didn't have the
rings to show that you were married. Do you accept this ring as an
engagement present?' I felt foolish asking this question as he had said
many times that he loved me, but it had to be asked.

   `Accept? `he asked incredulously, `Of course I accept! When can I expect
the wedding ring?' He was really bubbling over.

   `Well I was really going to leave it up to you as to when you wanted to
wear one.'

   `Can we make it formal?'

   `As you like,' I said, not realising what I was letting myself in for,
but that I wouldn't find out for another couple of days. Though a couple of
glasses are the norm in first class, Tracey ordered a whole bottle of
champagne and made me pay for it as glasses were passed across to Charlie
and Jimmy, them not knowing the reason, but took the drinks anyway.

   I had this little happy bunny beside me all the way home, and he said
that we should have travelled by Lyon Air and then we could have gone to
bed for him to show his appreciation.

   `Wait till we get home,' I told him.

   `That long? I've already creamed myself when you gave me the ring. I
can't wait to give you mine.' We both laughed at this sally and spent the
rest of the flight in telling each other in detail of what we would do when
we got to bed. The whole time I sat there with a steaming hard on and when
I asked for a blanket to have a sleep, that was all that Tracey needed to
cover my thighs as he gave me a hand job to relieve me. That he took my
come into his other hand and then swallowed it and licked his fingers,
didn't surprise me in the slightest.

   His eyes shone as he did this and I didn't have the gall to do the same
and so I kissed him instead. We had both chosen different meals and it
ended up with us both eating half of each others because he insisted on
feeding me forkfuls from his plate and taking half of mine, but I couldn't
say anything about this childish behaviour because he was so happy in what
he was doing, and I loved him for it.

   It was night by the time we landed and managed to get all four of us,
plus luggage into one taxi to take us home. It wasn't any problem for Jimmy
to lug his bag along to the next building where he lived as caretaker. We
said our goodnights and went up to my apartment.

   `I can now really call this home,' Tracey said as he kicked off his
shoes and did a little twirl that flared out his dress before coming into
my arms for a kiss. `Can we get married now?' he asked with a grin.

   `Of course we can,' I said in what I thought was a joking voice, `and we
can even consummate it now if you wish. Are you hungry?'

   `Only for you darling,' he said as he clung to my arms. That was enough
to take us into the bedroom to take each other's clothes off and roll
around on the bed and fuck each other, with oral sex added in the so called
cleaning up process.

   I wondered, as I lay in bed with Tracey having gone to sleep in my arms
if I'd ever felt happier. I'd only known Tracey for a month and here I was,
giving him an engagement ring and had agreed to marry with him saying that
he wanted to be my wife. That we'd been through two major fighting
engagements seemed to have made the time seem that much longer. Not knowing
what my life was like before Tracey in that time, I felt really content and
would have done really anything that he asked for, even this promise of
marriage.

   All this was forgotten by morning as I woke up with his mouth over the
head of my erection and gave myself up to the pleasure of being sucked and
coerced into shooting my load into that waiting and exciting receptacle.

   `God I love this man I'm with,' Tracey enthused as he came up from under
the covers to kiss me with his sperm wet lips, hugging me as best he could
in the position I was lying.

   `I love you too, but there's things I've got to do today, so up and cook
me breakfast for I've got to go and see Spencer.'

   `Do you really have to? It's our first morning back!' he said.

   `If he's half the man I think he is, he'll know that I'm back and will
want a report of what has happened about the Boyle brothers.' There was a
bit of a grumble from Tracey, but he got out of bed and put on a robe and
went and saw to breakfast. I smiled to myself as I had my shower as that is
what a wife was supposed to do. See to her husband's breakfast before he
went off to work, or which I think what was done in most homes.

   After which, I gave him a kiss and set off and walked to the building in
Whitehall where Spencer sat like a spider in the middle of his web.

   `I'm glad you dropped in Kane,' he began after I was shown into his
office, `saves me sending for you. Okay, verbal report first and then you
can write it up for me.' So I told him what had occurred and that the Boyle
brothers were no more, leaving out the rape of Tracey, but just saying that
they were killed in the gun battle.

   `Were the local police involved?' Spencer asked.

   `No. By now, their names will be on some passenger list as having left
the islands, so they'll not be any query as to their whereabouts.' That was
it. I was there for just over an hour and not once did he mention Tracey
for which I was glad. I left and went back home to find Tracey dressed and
seeming a bit despondent at being left at home alone. So I got a nice
welcome kiss and was asked as to what we were going to do? Could we go out
for lunch?

   He was pleased when I said yes, but didn't like the place I took him to
for a sandwich and a pint of beer, for we went to the Rose and Crown in
Whitechapel.

   Willy Thompson, a.k.a. the Weasel was in there again and went to get up
when he saw me and slowly sank back down on his seat when I told him to say
there till he was called for. He still had a plaster over his nose. I
ordered a pint and a gin and tonic and some sandwiches at the bar and saw
that the long table that the Boyle brothers usually sat at was empty, so I
took our drinks up and sat down where the Boyle I had last spoken to and
killed, used to sit. I made Tracey sit down next to me in the other
brother's seat so that we were now facing down the length of the bar
towards the door.

   I saw the Weasel still sitting down at the far end and looking back at
us and I crooked my finger and beckoned him up to our table and pointed to
the chair in front of me. He sat down, putting his half finished pint of
beer down next to him.

   `You shouldn't be sitting there,' he said. `That's Arthur Boyle's seat.'
So it was Arthur that I had shot while he had his cock stuck up inside
Tracey.

   `Is it now? Well let me tell you Willy, that Arthur will never be
sitting here again. Nor will George be sitting next to him, for I
personally made sure that they will never ever come back to this pub
again.'

   `I don't believe you,' he whispered, but his voice betrayed the fact
that he did. `They had Danny Dent and Fighting Phil with them.'

   `They too will not be coming back. They are now fish food.' A whole
gamut of emotions passed across his face as he took in the news that the
last of the gang, except him, were all dead.

   `When...when did this happen?'

   `Night before last,' Tracey said, `and fucking good riddance.'

   `Well your old man's gone too,' Willy said defiantly.

   `What?' shouted Tracey.

   `Died of a heart attack a week ago. He was buried day before yesterday.'
He seemed to almost smirk as he told Tracey this bad news and Tracey was
white in the face as he leaned over and slapped the Weasel's face very
hard.

   `That gave you a great pleasure in telling me that,' Tracey hissed, `but
I got more satisfaction at seeing George Boyle's head blow apart and see
his brains explode. As for Arthur, he had no head left to pick up or see.'

   `I'm sorry about your father,' I said to Tracey, putting my hand on his
arm and giving it a squeeze. There were tears in his eyes but he held them
back.

   `Well it had to happen sometime with all his drinking. I'm just sorry
that I had to have this shit tell me instead of someone decent.' The side
of Willy's face was bright red where the hand had slapped him and he had
the decency to lower his eyes.

   The pub itself was now a buzz with low talking someone having overheard
about the Boyle brothers and now they were all talking about it. One of the
older men in the bar got up and came shuffling up to our table.

   `Excuse me, but me mates and me couldn't but help hearing that the
Boyle's are dead. Is this true?'

   `Yes, it is,' I said.

   `Then if you was the man that did it, God bless you sir, for this place
will be the much better for it. Pity this one didn't go with them,' the old
man said, indicating the Weasel. `But now he can go for he ain't wanted
here no more.'

   `That's right Thompson,' said another man who'd come to the table. `We
don't want you back in here. You ain't got them to back you up, so you can
get out now.'

   `Yer,' came a chorus from other people. `Fuck off,' was one cry that was
taken up and Willy knew then that this was his last drink in the Rose and
Crown, so he quickly finished the last of his beer and got up and pushed
his way through the small crowd that was beginning to gather around him.

   `Good riddance,' was another cry as he left the pub, no doubt never to
return without backing.

   We were bought drinks by the locals, even one from the pub's manager. It
was when we were drinking our second one when Tracey sat up at the arrival
of a young man who went and stood at the bar to order a drink.

   `Toni!' Tracey cried, and jumped up and went to see him. The young man's
face lit up in a smile and they greeted each other in the Gallic fashion, a
hug and kisses to both cheeks. I watched this and felt a twinge of
jealousy. Was this one of Tracey's past lovers? Tracey was talking and
almost dragged him over to meet me.

   `Marcus. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. Toni Gardner. Toni, meet
my husband Marcus.'

   `Husband?' Toni exclaimed, as he offered his hand which I shook.

   `Well not quite,' and he held up his left hand. `Just engaged at the
moment. But not for long.'

   `Nice to meet you,' I said.

   `Likewise,' Toni said, his handshake not that firm. I judged him to be
in his early twenties and guessed that he was like Tracey and somewhat on
the feminine side.

   `Sit down, sit down,' Tracey said to Toni and turned to me. `Toni and I
worked in the same club in Soho, what, about two years ago. Is that right?'
he asked of Toni who nodded as he took a sip of his drink that Tracey had
pushed across.

   `Still there too,' he grinned. `It's getting a bit of a drag,' which
sent them off into peals of laughter. Tracey had to explain the joke to me
for drag is the description of the clothes of a woman when being worn by a
man, for he too was a female impersonator. Though to my mind, Tracey was a
woman that was inside a man's body. But looking at Toni, I could see that
he too, like Tracey, when properly dressed and made up, could look just
like a woman. They chatted about old friends for a while and then the
conversation came round to me.

   `So you are going to marry this lovely man then?' Toni asked, his eyes
looking me over in some kind of appraisal and I think I caught a gleam in
his eye. `He is rather good looking.'

   `Yes,' Tracey enthused, `but I'm not sure how to get him to believe it.'
Toni then began to whisper into Tracey's ear whose eyes then began to widen
and kept coming out with words like, no. I don't believe it, you're sure,
where, when? All that kind of thing.

   `Darling? Can I have some money for a taxi. Toni and I are going off for
a little while. You'll be all right here for an hour, won't you?'  I
somehow didn't think this was a sexual thing so I gave him some cash and
asked what was it all about. `Tell you later sweetheart,' he said, giving
me a kiss. `Won't be long,' and I watched the pair of them leave the pub.

   They were gone two hours and I sat there like Rance Stoddart in the
film, The Man Who Shot Liberty Vallance, being feted for getting rid of the
local villain. So I was quite pleased when they returned and sat down at
the table with me.

   `Darling?' Tracey began, holding up his left hand for me to see the
engagement ring I'd given him. `Do you still want to marry me?'

   `Yes,' I said cautiously, not sure where this was going.

   `Well we can! We've just been to see a vicar who is one of us and has
agreed to perform the ceremony. In his church!'

   `What?' I cried. `You must be joking?'

    `I'm not. Don't you want to marry me then?' he pouted, his voice
trembling a little and I could see tears beginning to form in the corner of
his eyes.

   `Of course I do, I said so, didn't I. But this is rather sudden, isn't
it?'

   `Those should be my lines,' Tracey laughed, a smile of relief flooding
out over his face.

   `When were you, er, thinking of us doing this?' I asked rather lamely,
feeling rather cornered here.

   `I've been thinking about that in the taxi back. How about on my
birthday. I'll be twenty one then and we could have a special party to
celebrate both events.' I hadn't thought to ask him when his birthday was
and so I asked the question and then wished I hadn't.

   `When is your birthday by the way?'

   `In three days time.'

   `What! Why didn't you tell me before?' my mind reeling at what I was now
facing.

   `I'd rather forgotten it myself,' he grinned. `But you can then sing
Happy Birthday to me and kiss me not only because I'll be twenty one but
because I will also be your wife. Toni is going to be my bridesmaid and
some of the others will be there too, he says.' I groaned inwardly at what
I had let myself in for. It was all very well fucking Tracey, but to
actually go through with a marriage ceremony and being married to another
man was beyond my comprehension, and he'd actually found a vicar that was
willing to marry us! I was at a loss for words and Tracey took my silence
as being in agreement as he rattled off what he needed for his wedding gown
to Toni and what he should be wearing as I sat there stunned at how fast
things were being arranged without me saying a word.

   `Good Lord! Is that the time!' Toni exclaimed, looking at the clock on
the wall. `I must fly darling,' he said to Tracey. `I've got to go. I'll
ring you tomorrow and we can go shopping. The girls will be thrilled at the
news. I can't wait to tell them. Bye Marcus, you lucky man.' I didn't get a
chance to say goodbye as he seemed to move in such a whirlwind and was gone
in the blink of an eye.

   `Oh darling, I'm so happy,' Tracey said as he held my arm. `In three
days time I'll be twenty one and Mrs. Marcus Kane. I just can't believe it!
Who will you have as best man?'

   `I...I...I don't know. It's all going a bit too fast for me to think
straight.'

   `Well you have tomorrow to find one for I'll be out shopping for my
wedding dress. Oh, you lovely man,' he said as he hugged my arm again. `I
just can't wait,' and his exuberance and enthusiasm was so great it was
infectious and I began to feel quite pleased for myself, fool that I am. I
could plan an attack, that had been proved. I could face men with guns,
that too had been proved, but I was now quaking in my shoes at what I was
getting into. `I'm so happy Marcus. Let's go home and make love.' Now that
was an offer I couldn't refuse and so I finished my drink and stood up and
went over to the bar to speak to the manager.

   `If any of the old Blister gang come in and you want them out, just send
me the word,' and I gave him Charlie's number that I got off of Tracey.

   `Lord bless you sir,' he said in parting and we got a chorus of cheers
as we left the pub. Now that made me feel good as well as having Tracey on
my arm still bubbling over with joy. I think we were both slightly drunk in
our own way as we got a taxi to take us home and we didn't bother with
dinner but went straight to bed and I had Tracey all over me.

   My clothes were the first off before his dress and with him still
wearing his underwear, I was up and inside and fucking him before we'd even
reached the bedroom. I didn't even stop to put a condom on but was behind
and stuffing my cock up his arse across the arm of the sofa. I really
reamed him to his cries to fuck him harder as I held his hips firm and
bucked my hips, feeling my shaft move with ease in and out of his channel.

   We were both high on drink and whooped like Indians when I really rammed
into him as I came, bucking into him as if I was riding a wild bronco. I
just loved riding him bareback and wondered if it would be any different by
being actually married to him. I still couldn't get my mind round the idea
that two men could actually get married and be declared man and wife, but
Tracey seemed to think so, so I went along with it.

   After a wash, I went down on him and gave him as much pleasure as I had
received, much to his joy at holding my head as I sucked and worked on his
erection to make him come into my mouth for me to savour before
swallowing. The love we had for each other became apparent as we continued
to kiss and constantly touch and fondle each other as we went to bed to
carry on until I was aroused again for him to take me orally and pass
across some sperm after I had come. I can't remember all that was said as
we lay in each other's arms after one session, kissing and touching each
other till we finally fell asleep holding one another.

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