Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 15:23:57 +0100
From: Mike Arram <marram@wanadoo.co.uk>
Subject: Terry & the Peachers 16

This story follows on from an earlier Nifty story published on the College
site -- 'The Decent Inn'.  It follows up on some of the loose ends and some
of the marginal characters in the earlier story, as well as continuing the
story of the rocky romance of Matthew White and Andy Peacher, and the story
of their friend Paul Oscott.  The institutions named in it are (almost) all
imaginary.  Matthew's home university is in an entirely fictional
university city in England somewhere between Reading and Swindon and its
resemblances to any real university are simply generic.  The persons
described in the story are also fictitious and bear no resemblance to any
living person.

The story contains graphic depictions of sex, mostly between young males.
If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your
place of residence please leave this site immediately and do not proceed
further.  If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.



XVI


Terry had an intimate dinner with Matt, who noticed the surly and resentful
look on the face of the young waiter who served them.
  'Oh Terry, you didn't ...'
  Terry blushed again. Matt seemed to have a capacity to make him do that.
Still, it solved the Will problem.  The boy cut him dead as they left the
restaurant for the bar.
  'What now then Matt, me mate?'
  'Off to Milan next weekend for the photo shoot for Romanelli, and then
back via Paris.'
  'Just an ordinary British postgrad ...'
  'You have a wicked tongue when you want, Terry O'Brien.'
  'Which I'll be quite happy to put in your mouth or anywhere else you
fancy, the wickeder the better,' came out of him almost automatically.
  'Never miss a trick, do you.  No Terry, you're quite a guy, but not my
type.'
  'D'you think you'll go back to Andy, then?'
  'Let's see what a difference a couple of months make.  I'm not looking
for any sexual adventures in the meantime.  I've only ever slept with Andy.
I can't imagine doing it with anyone else, and I don't have any desire to
do it either.'

  Terry headed out into the night to take up his observation post in the
Holiday Inn.  He sidled cautiously into the bar, which was quite full, so
full that he didn't notice Laurie's two friends at a table until he had
taken a seat on the other side of some boxed plants from them.  Fortunately
they hadn't noticed him either.  He turned his chair to look in the other
direction to keep his observation discrete, he flipped his mobile and
checked his calls.  Wow, one from his boss.  He rather guessed it would be
Matt related.
  'Hello, er ... Terry.  This is Andy.  Just asking you to check in when
you can.  I suppose no news is good news, but just ... y'know, check in.'
  The misery in the voice was surely not Terry's imagination.  Terry felt
really sorry for his boss, whom he liked a lot, even loved.  He would ring
as soon as Anson's two heavies moved.  He pretended to check his texts
while he listened keenly.  He caught something of the gist of what they
were saying.  "Johnny" was unhappy, ass-kicking unhappy.  Somebody was
going to be busted.  They were keeping their distance from Laurie, whose
ass was the one that was likely to be busted and he could kiss his share
goodbye.  Tomorrow was going to be the big day.  No sign of the target, but
he had to be back soon.  Laurie was watching the house.  That was all that
they had to say that was relevant.  They started talking about Chelsea's
latest disaster and Man Utd's latest signing.  Terry sidled away as one of
them moved to get a new pint.
  In his room, he rang Andy's personal number.
  'Hi, who's that?' came the eager voice.  Oh God.  Poor bastard, Terry
thought.
  'S me, Terry, Mr Peacher.'
  'Oh ... oh hi, Terry.  Thanks for ringing back.'  The voice was damp with
disappointment.
  'You wanted a report, boss?'
  'Yeah, thanks.'
  'Paul's safe in London till the end of the week.  We sneaked him off by
causing a diversion.  Team Anson was watching him, but Anson himself is
away till tomorrow.  There's a team of three heavies staying here at the
Holiday Inn and we have them under observation.  Anson's old mate Laurie is
in charge, but not for long after losing Paul, I think.  They don't have
any idea that we know about their operation.'
  'Blimey, Terry, how did you find all this out?'
  'Bit of luck, some skill, and Jenna.  And er ... how're things at the
chateau, boss?'  Silence for a while.  'Quiet, Terry.  The Stepmom's still
here, but will be taking the kids back to Santa Barbara at the weekend.  My
dad's staying on for a few days.  He's promised me a briefing after she's
gone.  And ... oh ... nothing.  Let me know how things pan out when Paulie
gets back.'  He paused before ringing off, and then asked pathetically,
'Have you seen Matt?'
  'He's still at the Radisson, boss.  I had dinner with him.  He's leaving
for Milan on Friday.'
  'Did he mention ... me?'
  'He said that you've split up for the time being ... I'm really sorry
Andy, honest I am.'
  There was more silence, then eventually a husky, 'Thanks Terry,
appreciate it.  Ring me tomorrow.'
  Terry put down the phone, and laid on the bed, fully dressed, thinking
about relationships and their mortality till he dozed off.  He awoke past
midnight, stripped and put the lights out.  He had an uneasy dream in which
Ramon knifed Will the Waiter, and then turned his weapon on Terry, who was
pleading for his life.

When he awoke, Terry's mind was made up as to what to do next.  It was late
for him, he always tended to be an early riser.  He lay a while, and rang
Jenna's mobile number.  She eventually answered.
  'I'm on the M4 hard shoulder on my way back.'
  'Can you come to the Holiday Inn?'
  'Sure.  What's up?'
  'I think it's time to get aggressive with Team Anson.'  Terry updated her
with what he had learned of their movements.  Before ringing off he asked,
'Can you open locked doors?'
  'I can ... if necessary.'
  He rang off, and then made another call.  It was quite a long call, and
involved a lot of explanation and cautions.
  Having finished, he lay awhile in bed, his mind floating free.  So Matt
and Andy had drifted apart.  He felt as he imagined a kid would feel if his
parents had separated.  The two of them had seemed so strong.  It just
proved how little you really knew.  It made him insecure.  He had no great
inclination towards monogamy, but he had always felt that one day he might
find his prince, the perfect partner he could settle down with.  After all,
exciting, dangerous and erotically gratifying though the life of the young
bachelor gay was, one day he would be in his thirties and no longer lithe,
slim and unwrinkled, however well he looked after himself.  And then there
was Ramon, his mind filled with those adoring, liquid eyes, that gorgeous
olive body and perfect cock.  His own sprang erect, straining so hard he
had to do something about it.
  Afterwards, on a whim, he rang reception.  'Oh hullo.  My name's Hartash,
I'm in 166.  Can you tell me what time Mr Whittaker will be checking in?'
  'A moment, sir ... we're expecting him at 2.00pm.'  Terry punched the
air.  Bingo!
  'Another thing.  I'm looking for a bigger room.  Is 542 or 546 available?
I've had those when I stayed here before' He knew that Laurie was in 544.
  'I can offer you 546, sir.'
  'Fine.  I'll transfer there at midday then.'
  'No problem, although it's rather more expensive than your present room.'
  'That's OK ... many thanks.  I'll pick up the room key at twelve.'  Terry
laughed.  So Anson was still using his preferred alias of Johnny Whittaker.
And the bastard had lectured him about being professional.
  At twelve Terry collected the key card to 546 and met Jenna in the lobby.
They kissed affectionately. Terry put some heart into it.  Kissing girls
was interestingly different, and it wasn't just the lipstick.  Terry had
kissed boys who wore lipstick and not just Anthony the Acid.  Even more
interestingly, after the kiss, he felt a stirring between his legs ... now
was that because of Jenna or memories of Anthony's lithe and ambiguous
body?
  As he had hoped, 546 had a locked connecting door with 544.  Jenna
reckoned 544 was empty and had the door open effortlessly within minutes.
The room was the same as theirs, large double bed with sizable bathroom,
all clean and tidy.  Having checked it out, they left a little package
wrapped in plastic concealed in the toilet cistern and departed, while
Terry explained his plan to Jenna.  She looked deeply impressed and then
spent a good ten minutes giggling.  She set off down to the lobby, to wait
for Anson's arrival.
  He arrived just after half three and Jenna phoned up to Terry in 546 that
the show was about to begin.  The rest of Team Anson arrived soon and
joined their boss in Laurie's room, and Terry and Jenna sat entranced by
the connecting door, listening to the rise and fall of voices, and a heavy
thump against the wall, which Terry hoped was Laurie being bounced around
the room by Anson.  He checked his watch, he and Jenna undressed and got
into bed.  Terry surprised himself, considering his track record, by
getting shy when he dropped his pants.  He'd never been naked with a naked
woman before.  They lay side by side in bed, Jenna continually giggling and
causing Terry to freak out by faking passes at him.  He had his watch in
his hand, it was nearly four.  Jenna settled down a bit.
  'Are you sure you're up for this?' he asked.
  'The question is whether you can get it up convincingly.'
  'OK.  We'll leave that to my indiscriminate libido, or if the worst comes
to the worst, to my hand.  Here goes.  Three-two-one.'  There was a
breathless pause.  Terry caught the slight noises of covert movements
outside in the corridor.  He rolled on top of Jenna, looking into her
grinning face, feeling the unfamiliar softness of female breasts below him
rather than a hard male ribcage.  His penis sprang erect as it meshed with
her pubic hair, no problem there.  She held him and he felt her move her
pelvis suggestively under him.  Jesus, she was enjoying it.  It wasn't
supposed to go like this.  Before he knew it his penis was rubbing a slick
area amongst the hair, it caught and slid in easily.  She'd been preparing
herself.  Jesus, he was in her vagina!  She wasn't stopping either.
  'Jenna!' he hissed.
  'Terry,' she smiled, her face as shameless and lascivious as his own.  It
was like looking into a mirror.  'Let's make this convincing, huh?'  They
began moving together.  The covers fell off.  His penis was in an
unfamiliar, wet and velvety place which seemed rather better designed for
the purpose of fucking than his usual receptacles, and fucking her was what
he began to do.  He couldn't stop himself, his legs were tensed and he was
thrusting hard and rotating his cock, embraced tightly by her legs.  The
crash next door and the harsh commands and yelps through the wall meant
nothing to him.  He was on the ride of his life, and he came inside a
groaning and arching Jenna with several gushing spurts as someone kicked
down their own door.
  He did not need to fake astonishment and bemusement, as the room filled
with flak- jacketed police.  Black uniforms and helmets surrounded the bed.
He fell off Jenna.  She shrieked and seized a sheet to cover herself, and
he put his hands over his wet and shining erection.  'What the fuck!' he
screamed at the gun pointing in his face.
  Two minutes later they were sitting on the bed in bathrobes, and Jenna
was sobbing convincingly into a succession of paper handkerchiefs. A female
police officer was holding her shoulders, and an apologetic police
superintendent was telling Terry that they had been caught up on the
fringes of an anti-terrorist raid.  A suspected cell of armed terrorists
had been apprehended next door, and they were, he quite accepted, innocent
bystanders.  But he needed to get their details, if he might.  The police
left after ten minutes.
  He looked at Jenna once they were alone, 'You raped me!' he said
accusingly.
  She grinned back, 'You seemed to enjoy it, Terry.  Let's face it, we were
certainly convincing, weren't we.'
  'Why did you let me fuck you?'
  'OK, if you won't believe it was dedication to the Peacher foundation,
then let's say it was pure lust.  You're good looking and oh so well
endowed, Terry.  It was the sort of meaningless liaison you seem to enjoy.
Face it, other people can want sex without consequences.  Who are you to
complain of feeling used?'
  'But I'm as gay as gay can be!'
  'Ah ... but isn't life complicated, Terry?  Fact is you enjoyed it ... a
lot.  Your cock's already begging for more, look at you.'
  'Now you're mocking.'
  Jenna sobered.  'Yes I am, I'm sorry Terry.  There was another reason
too.  Think of this the next time you and Paul are together.  Maybe you'll
understand a bit better how he feels, even if only from the other
direction.'
  Terry grunted unhappily, and reached for the television controls.  The
five o'clock local news came up, and the Holiday Inn, flashing blue lights
with excited reporters filled the screen.  They could see the TV lights
below in the street outside their room.  A suspected terrorist cell had
been located by a tip off to the city police.  Four armed men were
arrested, one a known mercenary.  Further guns and drugs were found
concealed in a toilet cistern in a search of the room.
  'Well goodbye to my little Walther, but something tells me I won't need
it again,' Terry said regretfully.
  Jenna was dressing.  'Where did you get the drugs?'
  'Oh, a friend at the Queen's knows someone at the Lamb and Flag who can
lay his hands on all sorts of interesting pills at short notice.  Had to
pad the bag out with a lot of Viagra, which I hope will cause Anson a
certain embarrassment.  The police were easy to manage.  The duty officer
was my godfather, and he agreed to pass on my tip anonymously.'
  'They're not going to get out of this one in a hurry in the current
over-sensitive environment,' gloated Jenna. 'I think you can say job done
here, Terry.  And a job bloody well done, too.  You're a master.  The
bastards still don't know what hit them, I'll bet.'
  Terry felt all warm and happy.  Anson was out of the game, maybe for
good.  He stood up next to Jenna, and took her by the shoulders, pulling
off her as yet unbuttoned shirt.  She wore no bra, and he began gently
fondling her small breasts and rubbing her stubby nipples. She caught her
breath audibly.  He pushed his hands down into her bikini briefs to find
that slick area again.  She shuddered, but could hardly resist him.  He
dropped his robe, pulled down her pants and dragged her with him naked on
to the bed.
  'OK Jenna, want to tell me what it is that you heterosexuals do which is
such fun?  I've had lesson one, want to give me some extra tuition?'
  The lascivious look was back on her face and her nubile body was
squatting over him.  She bent down and they joined mouths and he sought her
breasts, licking sucking and biting.  It wasn't so bad at all, thought
Terry, as she impaled herself on his erection and began working on an
orgasm that shook them both to their cores about twenty minutes later.