Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 20:12:40 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane. Chapter Eleven. MM.

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

Title; Kane.  Chapter Eleven.

I woke up in our usual position of being like two spoons in the cutlery
drawer. Him curled into me and my massive morning erection digging into his
back and subconsciously rubbing myself up against him. The fact that there
wasn't a tit for me to hold onto didn't worry me and so it strayed down to
hold his erection as we came awake.

'What a man you are,' were his first words that morning. 'You fuck me
senseless with that cock of yours before we sleep and then wake me up with
it as hard as ever.' He snuggled even further into me and clasped my arm
that was over him. 'I like this part of waking up. Knowing that my man is
there, holding me and making me feel safe.' I smiled inwardly and kissed
him on the shoulder for I liked waking up holding him as I was then,
feeling his body warmth and then hearing him say such things.

'I like it too,' I said, rubbing my cock up against his back, 'and I like
what I want to do with this.' He gave a little shiver.

'I like it too,' he echoed as he reached out to the bedside table and
pulled a condom packet off the side and tore it open. I released him from
my arm so that he could roll over and he was able to push the sheet back
and roll the rubber down over my erection. 'It's like an iron bar,' he
said, giving it a squeeze, 'and I'm going to be the vice to grip it,' he
smiled as he turned onto his stomach and rose up on his knees. I was then
able to rise up onto mine and I shuffled into position behind him and
guided my tool with one hand to the puckered flesh between the cheeks of
his bum. With the head in place, I pushed forward and watched it go inside
him and then I lifted my head up and sighed as the rest of my prick slid up
into him. I nestled my thighs against the smooth skin of his bum and
savoured the heat and pressure that surrounded my cock for a moment before
I began to fuck him.

I could hear his sighs and moans of pleasure and I couldn't help but do the
same as I slowly moved myself in and out of his rear. He had his own rhythm
for squeezing me as I moved. Tight one minute and slack the next before
giving me a rapid series of pressure to my shaft as it moved in him like an
oiled piston. And like an engine, the more I pistoned into him, the more
the pressure built up in my own balls. It was as though the action was
reversed and I was not only the generator but also the boiler, so that when
the pressure got too great, it blew.

That's when I held him tight and let my hips move of their own accord as I
pumped my sperm out inside him, loving those short sharp thrusts in him as
he squeezed me as tight as he could in doing so.

When I came to a stop, panting heavily and leaned over onto his back, he
began to slowly slide down till he was flat on his front. I then rode him
again in a rocking motion for him to feel his own cock being rubbed on the
bottom sheet until he gave out a cry and I moved faster to help his
masturbation and his coming.

'You lovely big fucker you,' he breathed out, giving me another squeeze
from inside. 'You certainly know how to give your wife a good time.' It
gave me a funny tingle up my spine to hear him call himself my wife in this
way and I found that I really did love this boy underneath me.

He gave out a groan as I eased myself up and pulled out of him, giving him
a kiss on the bum before going into the bathroom to dispose of the
condom. I was going to take in a wet flannel for him, but he came into the
bathroom and gave me a hug from behind and kissed my neck and said again
that he loved me. So we showered and had a shave after seeing to other body
functions before he made us breakfast and asked what were the plans for the
day.

'When is the car due to go back?' I asked, not quite remembering how long
we'd had it.

'Tomorrow,' was the answer.

'Okay, so today we'll use it to go and give Brakestone Manor a good look
over before we tackle the place. I want to see it before I make those
plans,' and so after cleaning up the breakfast things, we set off for the
M4 to pick up the right road for Wiltshire.

'I'm not sure,' Tracey began after we'd been on the motorway for ten
minutes, 'but there's a car back aways that I'm pretty sure was behind us
in Notting Hill Gate.' I didn't turn round to look, but adjusted the
rear-view mirror for a look but didn't spot the one he was talking about. I
let him re-adjust it as I thought about this possible tail.

'Go onto the M25, northbound,' I said, 'and see if it follows.' He duly
took the slip road that ran off to the left and then crossed over the M4
before actually joining the M25.

'It's still there. About five cars back and keeping to the same speed as
us.'

'Okay. Move out into the fast lane and then cut back after he has followed
us and take the next turn off for the M40 towards London,' I said, not
realising that I knew exactly where to go and the turn offs that I wanted
Tracey to take. He did as he was told and the car in question followed our
moves, even to carry on behind as we turned onto the M40.

'The first slip road off to the left. Then turn left and round the
roundabout taking the second exit on the A40 for Amersham.'

'How do you know this road?' Tracey asked as we barrelled along ignoring
the speed limit and cameras.

'I don't know,' I replied. 'Let's just hope that I'm right.' He did as he
was told and we duly finished up on the A40 and as we approached the second
junction after Denham, the road I wanted was off to the right and there
were traffic lights. They were on red. 'Keep going and turning right,' I
said as I could see that with only one approaching car we would get through
okay.

We shot through this light and the other car followed, getting closer and
the other driver just missed having a collision with that other car that
had the right of way. I moved the nearside door mirror so that I could see
the car that was now definitely chasing us as our speed increased and knew
that we'd never be able to outrun the more powerful car behind us. It was
gaining on us very fast as we went under the M25 flyover and was getting
very close and I was watching it carefully as I spoke.

'Hold on tight,' I said to Tracey, 'because I want you to brake hard in a
moment and they might ram us and ruin their engine.' I waited till the car
was about fifteen feet from our rear bumper when I shouted out for him to
step hard on the brake. I braced myself for the collision and saw Tracey's
knuckles go white as he gripped the steering wheel as he stamped on the
brakes, fighting the car as it tried to swing to one side as the tyres
screamed out as we slid along the tarmac.

The car behind suddenly swung out to miss us, but caught me unawares by
then suddenly swinging back into our offside. The blow was enough to send
our car bumping along the verge to the sound of screeching metal as Tracey
fought the wheel to keep us at least half on the road. He'd automatically
put his foot on the throttle to keep us going in an almost straight line,
but before we could get off the grass, the car hit us again.

This time we did leave the road and was scooting across grass and now
Tracey stamped on the brakes and we swung broadside in our slide to come to
a stop. The other car had also come to a slithering stop, broadside on the
road and was effectively blocking the left hand side of the road as the
doors facing us came open and two men emerged with guns in their hands.

'Get down,' I screamed at Tracey, forcibly pulling him down towards me and
felt his head hit my lap as I pulled my gun free at the same time as the
glass of our driver's side window shattered, peppering us with the star
like pieces that flew everywhere. The rear passenger window blew in as I
got off my first shot leaning over Tracey. I had taken my time and was
exulted that the man on the left flew backwards to hit his own car as he
was bowled over.

The second man was still firing at us and I lined up on him as bullets
whacked into the bodywork. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that their
driver was now out of the car and was leaning over the bonnet to fire at
me. Our windscreen blew apart as I fired at the second man and again was
pleased that my shot hit home, sending him spinning off to the side.

It was then that I noticed two other cars had come to a screaming stop
blocking both lanes of the road and men pile out and begin firing at the
other car.

What the fuck's going on I asked myself? One car with three men chasing us
and now another two cars with six men shooting at the second car. Who were
they chasing, them or us? There were a fusillade of shots from either side
and the third man, the driver of the first car went down as did one of
those men that had followed.

The silence was deafening when the firing stopped and I could now hear
Tracey grunting from the pressure I had been applying to his back as I had
crouched over him to fire at our attackers. I heaved myself upright and he
heaved a great sigh and took deep breaths as he straightened up.

'Is it all over?' he asked, shaking glass from his head.

'Well the shooting is I hope,' I said, 'but I'm not too sure yet. Stay here
for a moment.' I began to ease open the door on my side that was out of
sight of the other men who were now gathering around their fallen
comrade. One had gone over to the other car at a crouch, gun arm
outstretched as he cautiously approached the fallen gunmen. He prodded each
in turn, kicking their guns away until he'd checked all three.

'They're dead,' he called out as he straightened up and put his gun away
into his shoulder holster. Their man who had fallen was now being sat up so
I presumed that he was only wounded.

'This car's fucked,' another man called out as he checked the one he had
been driving. 'Radiator's full of holes. Rotten shot. Hey Kane!' he called
out now looking at me in our car. 'You can come out now.' I got out of the
car on my side, still wary of them and kept the gun in my hand but held it
down by my side and moved round the car so that it was kept hidden from
their view. I went round the front and to Tracey's door and pulled it open.

'Get out and keep in front of me on my right side,' I said in a low but
fierce voice. 'Now don't panic and fight me when I put the gun to your
head, but look and act frightened but on no account try and fight. I love
you so just do as I tell you, okay?' He nodded and got out and stood in
front of me, before I poked him in the back to indicate that we move
forward to meet them up on the road.

'What happens now?' I called out as we got closer to them. I was relieved
to see that they had put their guns away which made it easier for me.

'You're coming with us,' the man who'd spoken replied.

'Why?'

'Because I say so,' he snapped.

'Well fuck you,' I snapped back. 'I don't know who you are or trust you.'

'We're special branch, Y division.'

'Which makes it worse. I'm not going with you,' and I lifted up my gun and
then held Tracey close to me as I put the gun to his head. 'Now back off or
I kill the girl,' I said as I angled my approach to their disabled car,
dragging Tracey along as a shield. 'Don't reach for that gun,' I shouted as
I saw one man's hand move towards his jacket. 'I'll drop you where you
stand.'

'You're making a mistake Kane,' the talking man said.

'No. You are. You put my picture on the television as wanted. Well you're
not taking me, get it?' I was now by the stalled car with the bullet
riddled radiator and took a quick shot through the open window into their
radio. The gun was quickly back up to cover them and when they began to
move together as a group, I fired another shot into the ground just before
their feet. 'Keep apart where I can see you,' I said and they froze as I
pushed Tracey towards the other car of theirs and pushed him rather roughly
towards the passenger door. 'Get in,' I ordered as I opened the door, not
taking my eye off the other men, 'and move over into the driver's seat. If
anyone fires a shot as we move off,' I called out to them, 'she gets
it. Her death will then be on your conscience.' I carefully got into the
car as Tracey settled himself in the driver's place, keeping my gun trained
on the men standing there with strange looks on their faces. 'Now move it
back towards London,' I told Tracey and kept my gun in view until we'd
swung round and were tearing off down the A40.

'Wowee!' shouted Tracey.' Wyatt Earp sure showed them!' I was trembling a
little as I pulled out the clip of my gun and found I was right. I had been
facing those men with an empty gun, the clip not having one bullet left.

'Now if it ever comes to court, you can truthfully say that I had an empty
gun when I threatened to shoot you,' I said as I passed over the empty clip
to Tracey. The fact that I then took a fresh clip from my pocket and
inserted it into the butt and holstered it, was irrelevant.

'Where are we going in this now stolen car?' Tracey asked as he negotiated
the roundabout that was at the end of the M40.

'The nearest station.'

'That'll be Uxbridge. The underground, Metropolitan line I think.'

'That'll do,' I said, and so, about five minutes later, we were there. I
had already wiped the dashboard where Tracey had touched it on getting into
the car, and as we came to a stop near the station, I wiped the gear shift
knob and then did the steering wheel. I didn't want his prints in the car,
mine, I didn't worry about for they already knew who I was. I took the keys
from him as we walked the few yards to the entrance to the station and
threw them into some waste sacks in an empty doorway.

We went to one of the automatic ticket machines and I noted that the
station had camera's set up on the wall, so I knew these would be
checked. Bearing this in mind, I dithered at the machine and was really
wasting time for if when these tickets were issued, there was some way of
them working out the time between the previous person buying a ticket and
us, I wanted a big enough time gap for them to sort out for which station
we bought tickets for. 'Look as though you are still under the threat of a
gun,' I said to Tracey, 'for we are definitely on camera. Now where shall
we let them think we are going,' I said as I dropped some coins and pushed
Tracey to make him bend down and pick them up. I was scanning an
Underground map as he picked them up and settled on Stockwell in South
London and told him to get two tickets for there. I also noted that we
would have to change at Baker's Street for another line to change yet again
to get to Notting Hill Gate. But let them start looking for us in Stockwell
was my main idea in this delay. So with tickets for that station, we went
down to the platform to make our way back to our flat after a rather, on
reflection, an exciting day out in the country.

With Uxbridge being the end of the line for this particular route, the
train was almost empty. It was only a few minutes later after we had sat
down that it moved off. I hadn't worried about our dallying at the ticket
machine, for I knew that even with their walkie talkie radio's, those men
we left behind wouldn't have been able to catch up with us. Not even if
they had flagged down a passing car, for it would only have been a guess as
to which direction we took. They would only know when they found their car
would then concentrate on the station.