Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 10:58:29 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane: The Early Years Part One
This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments,
good or bad are welcome and all will be answered.
The Present Time
I awoke feeling that I was in a bed but didn't recognise the ceiling
above me so wondered just where the hell was I? I turned my head to the
right and gave out a groan at the movement and saw Tracey asleep in a chair
quite close to me. That he was asleep was made known by the gentle snoring
and the odd facial twitch probably caused by some sort of dream. It must
have been a good one for his face had a gentle smile on it.
I tried to speak his name but my mouth was so dry that all that came
out was some kind of croak. But it was enough for Tracey to open his eyes
that suddenly came alight when he saw that I was awake.
`Marcus!' he cried, getting up and came over and kissed me on the
lips. `God be praised. We didn't know when you were going to wake up.' He
raised his arm past my head and must have pushed a button or something, for
almost immediately a nurse came into the room.
`Welcome back,' she said coming over to me and I tried again to speak
but again, just a croak came out of my mouth. `You must be thirsty,' and I
heard water being poured into a glass and her hand came under my head and
lifted it so that I could get my lips up to the rim of the glass without
spilling the lovely fluid.
What bliss to have it wash the fur from my tongue as I took it in and
after moving the mouthful round in there, swallowed it. She let me take
another couple of mouthfuls before pulling the glass away and letting my
head down gently onto the pillow. I had to cough to get my vocal cords in
action before I could speak.
`Where am I ?' I asked.
`In hospital. You took a nasty crack on the head from a cricket bat,'
she said.
`Is the bat alright or is it in hospital too ?' I asked, trying to
grin. I heard Tracey give out a laugh as he came round the other side of
the bed and took hold of my hand as the nurse gave a smile at my feeble
joke.
`The bat has got a dent in it and gave you a huge lump on your head,
but it survived,' Tracey said, giving my hand a squeeze.
`Who won?'
`The bat. It knocked you for a six, though you didn't reach the
boundary,' he said with a laugh.
`The game I meant,' I said with a chuckle.
`I don't know. I came with you in the ambulance,' he said.
`How long have I been out?'
`About twenty four hours,' he said, looking up at a clock on the wall
which I just noticed.
`Well as he's come round now,' the nurse said. `I'll go and tell the
doctor so he can give you a check over. I'll leave you with Miss Tracey,'
and she left the room. The reason for her using the title of Miss for
Tracey was because he was dressed up as I've always known him, that being
in a dress and a picture of loveliness that I couldn't get over the fact
that he was indeed a male in this attire.
More than that, he was my partner in all senses of the word for we
have even been married by a vicar that had been prepared to join two males
in matrimony. But then you should know this from the previous three books
that have been written about us. What with me suffering from amnesia due to
a gunshot wound to the head and having Tracey take good care of me.
Amnesia!
It was gone! I could now remember everything! A bullet took my memory
away and now a cricket bat has given it back to me. I was told that it was
likely that it would return, but more just bits at a time, though I didn't
think that they meant me to be hit round the head with a bat to bring it
all back.
`I'm glad you're awake now darling,' Tracey said squeezing my hand
again. `I can't wait to get you home again,' and his smile caused my cock
to start to rise up at what we would do when we got there. He leaned over
and gave me another kiss, much longer this time and his free hand went down
and stroked my front.
He broke the kiss with a chuckle. `I can feel that you want to get
home too. Oh darling! Tell them that you are okay so that we can go to bed
and let us show just how much we love each other.'
`I can't wait Tracey,' I said but couldn't say anymore for the door to
the room opened and Tracey quickly pulled his hand away from my front as
the doctor came in.
`Well Mr. Kane. You're back with us so let me check you over to see if
we can let you leave,' he said.
It was a quick check of my head before looking into my eyes and making
the eyeballs move about to follow his waving finger as well as quite a few
questions to which I gave coherent answers. He was satisfied and agreed
with Tracey that I could now be allowed to leave the hospital. I thanked
the doctor and asked him to pass on my thanks to all the others that had
looked after me.
After he'd gone, I got out of bed and had Tracey help me put on my
clothes. Just him doing this caused me to rise up to a full erection and
couldn't stop him from going down and giving me a quick suck before
squashing it inside my underpants.
Fully dressed, we left the room and went down to the reception desk to
let them know that my room was now vacant and asked if they could phone for
a taxi as I thanked them there for what they had done for me. It was only
as we were leaving that I saw my reflection in the glass doors and saw that
I had a gauze patch on the left side of my head, the same side that the
bullet had ploughed through to cause my amnesia. Maybe that's why at being
hit hard on that side caused my memory to come back to me.
We were only in the taxi for about fifteen minutes before pulling up
outside my home. That being an apartment, one of six in the building that I
happened to own. Not only that one but the next three along too.
`Welcome home sir,' I was greeted by my old sergeant from my army days
who was now the caretaker of my building, his name being Charlie
Feathers. `In the wars again.'
In the wars! Over the past three months, we, that means him and my old
squad, had three battles and came out victorious without losing a single
man of our side.
`There's a lot of mail here for you,' he said, passing over a bundle
of letters. `Mostly get well cards I think.' Which they were indeed, mostly
from the two cricket teams. This had been our yearly event, two teams from
the Foreign Office playing each other. It was a couple of days before I
found out that we had lost this year.
`Come darling and let's get you to bed,' Tracey said and I got a grin
from Charlie. He knew that Tracey was indeed a male in spite of the dress
and had know from the first time that I brought Tracey home for he had
grown up in the same part of Whitechapel as Tracey and knew straight away
what the score was. He alone of the squad knew this fact and had even been
at our wedding to have the honour,(doubtful) of giving Tracey away.
Spencer, the head of Intelligence at the Foreign office knew, well he had
to be told of my liaison with Tracey and about a dozen other people knew
too. Spencer had been the only one to remark that I was in a homosexual
relationship but he had to put up with it for I only really worked for him
on a voluntary basis.
I returned Charlie's smile with a sickly one with him knowing that
being taken to bed meant that I would shortly be fucking Tracey. So up we
went and I wasn't wrong with my being pulled straight through to the
bedroom where my clothes were quickly taken off and told to get on the
bed. Now it was showtime as Tracey slowly slipped the straps of the dress
of his shoulders to let it fall to the floor for me to see him in the
women's underwear that he wore. This always turned me on and he could see
that I wanted him by having a massive erection lying up on my stomach.
The only incongruous part of this display was seeing his male organ
jutting out that swayed as he moved towards the bed and bounced as he
climbed on. It was only this that distinguished him from looking like a
female for his features were perfect along with his hair style and
immaculate make-up.
`Two whole days I've been without this,' he said licking his lips as
he moved in between my legs and took hold of my erection, and without
further ado, took the head of it into his mouth.
God, I was in heaven again! Well one of two for I also loved being
behind him too as we made love in our fashion. The heat and the moving of
his tongue was great as his lips pushed the foreskin right down for him to
tickle the G string making me give out a groan at his expertise in
fellatio.
`Enough of this,' he said a few moments later, lifting his head up,
releasing the head of my cock to the cool air. `As much as I like sucking
on this wonderful tool and taking what comes out of it, I'd rather have it
up inside me first.' His eyes were shining as he then licked his lips
before moving up the bed to lay on top of me as he reached over to the
bedside table to get a condom out of the drawer, squashing my throbbing
piece at the same time.
I gave out a grunt as he moved off and ripped open the packet and got
the condom out and expertly rolled it down over my erection.
`Now fuck me Marcus and show me that you love me,' he said as he moved
for me to roll over and get up onto my knees. He then positioned himself in
the centre of the bed on his knees for me to move round and get behind him
by shuffling and moving up between his spread legs. The firm rounded cheeks
of his bum was a sight that I never got tired of seeing. The perfect
symmetry, like a peach with the cleft in the middle that was framed by the
suspender belt and the two straps that slid to the sides, holding up his
stockings. They were firm to the touch as I stroked them and then bending
my head, gave each half a kiss before parting them with my thumbs as I
straightened up, seeing the target that my throbbing cock was about to
enter.
It was another thrill to be holding his hips as I watched the covered
head of my cock slowly begin to widen him as it got compressed as I slowly
pushed myself into him. Seeing it slowly start to disappear inside him to
be followed by the rest of the shaft until it was out of sight and my
thighs were then tight up to those lovely cheeks.
He gave out a big sigh when I was fully inside, feeling not only the
inner heat of his body, but having his muscle there, constantly flexing
itself and making my cock twitch.
`What bliss,' he said as I began to move myself backwards and
forwards, loving the tightness of his backside as I fucked him. But like
always, the pleasure was short lived for I was soon holding his hips
tighter as I now began to really ram myself up into him, pulling him back
onto me as I started to send my seed up into the condom. I was grunting and
he was crooning as I came, jerking my hips quite a few times to rid myself
of the build-up of semen that had accumulated in my balls.
I found I was panting heavily as I came to a stop, leaning over his
rear end, feeling him still flexing his muscle around the shaft that
throbbed away inside him.
`You lovely man,' he crooned as he now compressed the cheeks of his
bum, so much so, that when I pulled out of him, he managed to pull the
condom off at the same time. In spite of this, he was quick to turn round
as I sat back on my heels, breathing heavily as he bent down and took my
still upstanding cock into his mouth. The head only which was still covered
in some of my sperm which he sucked off and squeezed the lower end of the
shaft to try and suck out any residue that remained inside.
With me sucked dry, he licked the bare head again before giving it a
final kiss before rising up and pulling me into his arms for us to
kiss. This was with open mouth so that our tongues could touch and caress
the other and I could feel that he still had his erection that I knew he
would now like to use on me. I wasn't wrong, for as he broke off our
kissing, he quickly pulled out the condom from his backside and dropped it
on the floor before getting a fresh one from the drawer and rolling it down
over his, I must say, smaller penis than I sported when erect.
Small it may be, but I still liked it when he was behind me and
pushing it up into my backside which he then proceeded to do.
`I'm glad that you like this as much as I do,' he grunted as he moved
himself in and out of me, smoothing out the kinks in my back passage. Which
was true for I did like receiving a hard cock as well as fucking the
tightness of his rear end, and said so. `And I love you for it,' he said
now starting to move faster as he began to come inside me. His hands
holding me tight as he jerked his hips up tight to the cheeks of my bum as
he did so till he couldn't send any more up into the condom before leaning
over my back, panting as I had done.
I gave out a little cry as I felt him pulling himself free from the
tight hole he'd just fucked, mind you, he always did the same when I pulled
out of him. Though he still had the condom on when he sat back on his heels
as I got some tissues and pulled it off for me to then suck out any residue
of sperm as well as licking him clean when he was empty.
We kissed again as we slowly subsided down onto the bed, holding each
other tight, both of us having fucked each other in our love for one
another.
`Do you know,' I began when we'd finished kissing and had our heads
close together on the pillow. `With getting that bang on the head, my
memory has come back.'
`It has?' he cried, almost sitting up and giving me another kiss. `I'm
so glad for you. Now you can tell me all about yourself.' So we settled
down and I began to tell him what I couldn't do before.
The Past
I was born into a wealthy family near Woodstock and quite close to
Blenheim Palace. It was one of my great, great, grandfather's that built up
our fortune with his close relationship to the Duke of Marlborough who
secured him a position with Wellington in the Peninsular War.
He wasn't above larceny for he brought back quite a haul of booty
which went towards buying four mansions in Great Pye Street, just off
Whitehall at a later date by another of these grandfather's. These we still
have though I did sell off our place in Oxfordshire not so long ago.
It was my great grandfather that turfed everybody out of the mansions
and after the First World War, converted them into apartments, six in each
which were then rented out. It was through family connections that he,
after this war, became attached to the Foreign Office because of his
efforts during said war, gathering intelligence. He became one of the
controllers during the Second World War and was knighted for his efforts in
the conflict.
My father was born in 1935 and so missed out serving in the army in
this war, but followed his father's footsteps by getting a post in the
Foreign office after doing his military service. I was born in 1975 at our
place in Oxfordshire, but it was because of having me that my mother died
shortly after giving me birth.
In spite of this, I was still well looked after by a nanny as well as
us having some servants about the place to see to all our needs, though
father did spend a lot of time in London. Even at that date, I was still
strictly controlled in all manner of things and even had a private tutor
from the age of four, and he was with me till I was eleven. That was when I
went out into the world by mixing with other children at a school in
Oxford.
Fortunately, while at home before this, I did mix with the children of
some of the workers on our estate and soon learnt how to defend myself when
it came to any altercations which stood me in good stead when I mixed with
others in Oxford. That I was prepared to fight and defend myself, I was
soon left alone from any bullying.
Thanks to my tutor, I was well ahead of the rest of my schoolmates
there and always came top of my class for the four years I was there. This
led me to moving into one of the colleges at the age of fifteen where I had
my first experience of male sex. Though it wasn't to the full extent that I
now knew as it was more on the lines of mutual masturbation though we did
get round to having oral sex. This I came to like having an erect cock to
suck on as well as having mine sucked and getting the real taste of another
boy's sperm. Full sex came later at university.
At college, following my father's advice, I studied and learnt German,
being taught by a teacher who came from Berlin. Also I had been told by him
that if I also learnt Arabic it would stand me in good stead if I joined
him at the Foreign Office. This I did go and study when I got to the
university.
But my world was shattered when I was informed whilst still at the
college that my father had died from a heart attack. My only relative for I
didn't have any sisters, brothers, aunts or uncles. In spite of this, there
was a good turn out to his funeral, those from the local village as well as
many colleagues from the Foreign Office. It was only afterwards did I learn
from our solicitor just how much I had been left in terms of finance. But
this had little effect on me at the time just having lost my father.
I had also been told after the funeral from some of his former
colleagues that they looked forward to me joining them if my university
studies were above standard. I promised that I would do my best whilst
there but I wanted to give thought first to exactly what I wanted to do
with my life before committing myself.
I came second in my class at college which was more than sufficient
for me to apply for a place at the university. It was there that I met the
South African, Pieter van Rieter who became my roommate. I was now eighteen
years of age and had opted for Arabic and Military History as my majors,
having now made up my mind to do my bit for the country by joining the army
before going on to join the Foreign Office, for I really wanted to be in
intelligence.
I was now about six foot in height and weighed just under ten stone
with quite a bit of muscle from the exercising I used to do at college and
was pleased to see that Pieter was around the same as me. We played rugby
and cricket together and had a great time that improved even more after one
night at a party that we had attended.
Though I had now regained my memory from my amnesia, there are certain
things that the memory fails to hold like to whose party we went that
particular night. This I cannot remember, nor who started what happened
between us either so it must have been just something that we both wanted.
When the party started to break up, we left and staggered our way back
onto the campus and up to the room we shared. I think in our drunken state,
that we both fell over as we undressed, laughing uncontrollable as we
finally got the last remnants off before sitting on one of the beds.
Now neither of us know who turned to who first, but we had turned and
took each other into our arms and kissed as we fell backwards without
breaking lip contact. Again, neither of us knew whose hand first touched
the erection of the other, but hold them we did, quite firmly and started
to move the silken skin up and down over the solid flesh beneath.
Not a word was spoken as we moved on the bed into an upside down
position to the other so that we both faced the erect cock of the other and
quickly took the head of that cock into our mouths to suck on. As drunk as
I was, I can still remember having his cock in my mouth, using my tongue to
rove over the bare flesh after having pushed the foreskin right back. It
was with joy and gusto at doing this for I was having the same thing done
to mine as we tongued and sucked at our respective cocks and moved our
hands that bit faster as we approached our peaks.
It seemed like a flood of semen that erupted into my mouth and had to
close my gullet to keep it there for me to savour the taste of this South
African. I almost gurgled in the pleasure I got of shooting my load into
his mouth as it was to receive his.
After swallowing and licking the opposite head clean, one of us turned
round so that we could hold each other and kiss. It had been a couple of
years since I had last done this to another boy and really enjoyed what we
had just done.
That was just the start of our sexual relationship, for the following
night after a day of haze from our hangovers, we both agreed that we had
enjoyed the night before and both wanted a repeat performance while being
sober. So after undressing, we went into a clinch and kissed before
breaking off to get on one of the beds. Here we once again, being sober
this time and knowing precisely what we were doing, took each other's cock
head into our mouths and sucked and played with the erect organ until we
gave each other the emission that we had no control over.
No words of love were mentioned in our doing of this to each other
unlike Tracey who is more of a female than a male. Though to be fair, I did
really come to love Tracey whereas Pieter was just a means to an end in
getting the sexual release that we both needed.
We did this every night from then on for over a month of sucking on
each other's cock and taking in the emission of semen and swallowing it
before he asked if I would use my big cock, his words, not mine, in fucking
him with it.
Now it was something that I had wanted to ask him if he would let me
do this, but had held back for I knew that if I did ask and he agreed, then
he would expect to be able to do the same to me. Well I was once again back
in that same position for if I agreed to fuck him he would want to fuck me
in return. But such was the pleasure we got out of our sucking of each
other, maybe, just maybe, I would like to get that too. So I agreed.
With a big smile on his face, he turned round on the bed and rose up
onto his knees, presenting me with the sight of his bum cheeks high up just
waiting for me to part them and shove my cock up his backside. I didn't
hesitate. I was soon between his legs and parted those cheeks and placed
the head of my uncovered cock to his rear entrance and pushed forward.
God was it tight! The head of my cock was squeezed as it widened the
entrance to his body and he gave out a cry as I enlarged it until it
slipped in with the rest of the shaft following until my thighs were tight
up to the cheeks of his bum and could go no further.
He then surprised me by gurgling as he flexed his internal muscle
making my cock twitch inside that incredible heat that was now surrounding
my cock. But what the fuck. A fuck was a fuck so I then fucked this great
hulk of a man and thoroughly enjoyed it, coming with some vigour, shooting
my sperm deep up into him, having him cry out that he felt my coming hit
his insides.
Too soon I was holding his hips more firmly as I rammed myself up
tight to his cheeks as I jerked away, glorying in this being my first fuck
of either man or woman. I hadn't realised at how exerting this was as I
leaned over his back when I'd finished shooting out my load, panting
heavily and having drops of sweat falling off my forehead and landing on
his lower back.
It took quite some effort to straighten up and begin to pull out of
him, hearing his groaning as he felt me sliding out and I couldn't help but
see that orifice I'd just fucked, at how large it was and saw it slowly
begin to pucker up in its closing. It had been a surprise to see just how
big the end of my cock was to make a hole that big in circumference.
Now having fucked him without using a condom, I had to get off the bed
and go and wash myself thoroughly by just having been in a shit pit. He was
all smiles when I returned from our bathroom and held his arms open into
which I went and got a lot of kisses from him.
`That was just fucking great man!' he cried after this multitude of
kisses he gave me. `You'll enjoy it as much as I did.' Now this was the
part that was worrying me. Would I like it as much as he had by having an
erect cock shoved up my arse? But the proof of the pudding.......
So with a sickly smile I got onto the bed in the same position that he
had been in, up on my knees with my naked bum in the air. Well if he
enjoyed it, maybe I would too, and I did, much to my surprise. The entry
was a bit painful but once inside, God, didn't all my internal nerves come
into play. Vibrating in time to the throbbing that I felt from his cock
when it was fully up inside me. I even began to drool at the wonderful
sensations that he was creating by his moving of that magnificent tool
inside my back passage. I kept flexing my muscle there just to feel the
twitch of his cock that I got in response and really loved the way that it
slid so smoothly up and down inside me.
And when he came, his hands were holding my hips tight as he really
tried to force more of his cock inside me as I felt the first of his coming
hit my insides making me drool even more as another few more spurts I felt
until he came to a stop, his cock still throbbing inside me. I could hear
his heavy breathing as he leaned over my rear end and only hoped that he
would stay there longer than I had inside him. But he didn't, and I
couldn't help but give out a cry of dismay as I felt him pulling out and
fell forward onto the bed when he was free to get off and go to wash
himself.
I now knew that sex in all its form was great and would do it again
and again as long as his cock was up and hard, whether it be in my mouth or
up my backside, I wanted his rampant cock. This then was my initiation into
homosexuality, and I loved it!
So for the next three years we were either sucking or fucking each
other, though there were some nights when it was close to our exams that we
missed out by being too tired to raise anything up. We spent those last few
weeks of our stay there in cramming for our exams getting or rather only
having the energy for a kiss and cuddle before sleeping.
It wasn't until we'd finished with our exams did we begin again in our
sucking and fucking of each other every night and really went to town when
the results were known. I finished up with three straight A's whereas
Pieter got two A's and a B plus, which was enough for him to be able to get
a job that he hankered after, and that was in his Foreign Office in South
Africa.
It was with much crying that we sucked and fucked each other in our
last night together at the university, promising to keep in touch even
though we would be miles apart. That first night at my empty home was a
miserable one being so alone after having somebody to sleep with.
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