Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2011 07:27:15 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once Upon a Crime. Chapter Ten.

     What a blow he had just told me! I couldn't stop the tears from
welling out of my eyes at this bald statement and running down my
cheeks. Six years of having Brian living with me and now he was gone. Just
like that! Just like Bruno. Here one minute and gone the next. Christ! I
was a Jonah was my first thought. If it wasn't for me, Mavis, Morris and
Pat wouldn't have died. I couldn't have prevented my father from dying
whilst I was in the army, nor of Nella while I was in prison. Then I lost
my Bruno, that big hulk of a man that was really more of a child than a
fully grown man when it came down to it. But he had been another person
that I had loved that had died on me and now, now, I had lost another that
had loved me, was I cursed?
     `I've come to take you to the hospital to confirm the identity of the
man,' the sergeant said, his voice sounding as if it was coming from far
away and not that one yard from where he stood before me. His words brought
me back to myself, choking a little on the fluid that had somehow seeped
through into my throat.
     `Of course,' I said, not really wanting to go to see that loved one
that was no longer with us. But I got in the car and managed to compose
myself on the journey to town and the hospital there and in to where they
had Brian. Laid out on a gurney covered with a white sheet that was drawn
down from his head for me to see that they hadn't lied to me.
     I could only nod my head as my throat closed up at seeing his face for
the last time before it was covered again with the sheet. Remembering
seeing it as he got into the Land Rover to go to the village and as we came
to where the accident had occurred, I closed my eyes, but not before seeing
the twisted wreck of that vehicle being loaded onto a trailer as we passed
it on our way to the hospital.
     `Yes, his name was Brian Schaffer. That's all I can say about him,'
not being able to answer their questions as to any relatives or where he
was born etc. It was only then did I realise at how little I knew of my
late lover. The one that I had turned from being a heterosexual being into
a homosexual for my own gratification that I now admitted to myself. But it
wasn't just the turning for myself, for he had come to love me and male sex
as much as I did and so I might have given him much more than he might have
had if he had not been sent into that prison and into my cell.
    This made a mockery of the saying that crime doesn't pay. In one way it
did for me but with the other side of the coin, it didn't. It had given me
money and lovers, but I was to lose those lovers and retain the money and
if I could have turned the clock back, would rather have kept the lovers
than the money.
     It was a silent trip back to my home and when there, I thanked the
sergeant and the constable for what they had done and told the sergeant to
thank those medics and others for the way they had looked after Brian. I
think by my attitude that the sergeant knew that Brian had been my lover
but concealed his own thoughts on this subject when I thanked him, for
which I was grateful.
     Six years of love had been wiped from my life in a flash and I went up
to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep. It was a sleep that was tortured
by dreams of my two lost loves, them getting mixed up with first having
Bruno there to suddenly turn into Brian, smiling as we made love, for it to
be suddenly turned into seeing both being resurrected from the grave that
Brian hadn't even yet been interred in.
     It was a ghastly dream that didn't have one iota of the sex that we'd
had between us and I woke up crying out both names that would forever haunt
me for being taken away in such a cruel way.
     But I was alive and now had to see that things would be done right by
Brian. I put all the problems in regard to seeing to the funeral in the
hands of my solicitor and was somewhat dismayed and yet pleased that I saw
that Brian was to be buried next to Bruno. It was somewhat macabre that
they be laid to rest next to each other, but it led me to instruct those in
charge of the graveyard, that the vacant plot next to them be reserved for
myself. It meant paying in advance which I was more than satisfied to do
so, to later being put down with the two men that I had really come to love
and wished to be laid to rest with them.
     It was with a déjà vu feeling that there were only three of us again
at the burial of Brian and I couldn't help crying as Brian's coffin was
lowered down into his last resting place and throwing the first handful of
dirt onto the coffin, and was glad when it was all over, thanking my
solicitor and the vicar before making my lonely way home to feel even more
alone on entering the empty house.
     With my haunting dreams, it was a difficult time, but, I got through
it losing quite a lot of weight but I was still alive and had to work hard
in the garden to keep myself occupied to be able to sleep at nights.
     Such was my loneliness, that I began to go into the village more often
than I had in the past, just to mix with other people, whether in a café,
restaurant or pub, just to have somebody to talk to. It seemed that I
didn't want to become a hermit and so began to cultivate my attentions on
one Sylvia Grayson who ran the most popular café in the village. She ran
the place on her own since she had lost her husband a year or two
earlier. She was, I reckoned of being in her early forties and she was an
excellent cook.
     I didn't realise at the beginning that I was actually in the process
of courting her. It only got through to my brain when I invited her out to
have dinner with me one evening and with her acceptance, began to invite
her out more often for we seemed to be able to talk to each other without
the will he or she thoughts, go to bed together one night.
     Though we did eventually, after her seeing how I acted the part of a
gentleman when I got her to have dinner at my home on several meetings. I
think it was my manners and not hitting on her on the times we were alone
in my house that endeared her to me. I know that I, in spite of my age, was
still good looking and putting my past behind me, I was still a man with
money, a big house and available and with her being a woman, once married,
still knew what sex was all about.
     Well cutting a long story short, after we'd been to bed together a
couple of times, which I think we both enjoyed, bearing in mind, it was
over twenty years since I'd last been to bed with a member of the opposite
sex, that she accepted my proposal of marriage.
     So six months later, we got married and she gave up running the café
and it was put up for sale. I was surprised at the number of people who
attended the nuptials, though I think it was a perverse move on their parts
to see who they believed to be a homosexual actually getting married to a
member of the opposite sex.  In spite of my thoughts on that many people
turning up, it all went off very well. We had the marriage feast in the
village hall and after quite a long time there, I finally got Sylvia to say
her thanks and goodbyes before I could get us out and into the Bentley to
take her to her new home as my wife.
     She was quite well built, but I managed to carry her across the
threshold where we went straight to bed to consummate the wedding. It was
nice to be in a bed with someone to be able to have sex with, but I still
had that pang when I put my hand over the warm thigh against mine at not
finding an erect cock that I could hold, suck and have inserted into me. As
much as I loved being on top of Sylvia and having my erect cock engulfed in
the heat of another body as we fucked, I still missed the tightness of a
backside compressing my throbbing cock.
     I strived in my fucking of her with the thought that I might get her
pregnant to produce an heir for what I had here to be left when it came my
time to depart the world and be laid done with my two male lovers.
     God was on my side, for five months after being married, Sylvia told
me with a beaming smile on her face that she was pregnant. I was over the
moon and stars at this news and couldn't do enough to please her in every
way. She had turned out be not only a good cook, but a wonder in managing
the house in all that it entailed. That gave me more time to see that the
grounds were kept up to scratch though I then employed a young man to help
me in this. He helped me in more ways than I thought when I employed him.
     Sylvia was into her six months of labour when I'd hired Colin Johnson
to help in seeing to the grounds. Now he, as well as all of the village
knew that I had spent time in prison but was a reformed man since
then. What I didn't know was that he too had had sexual relations with men
the same as I had. For some reason I had missed the indefinite nuances that
he'd made towards me. The touch of the hand, the taking of my hand to pass
over whatever I had asked to be passed to me when gardening. His looking at
me in the fashion of a man wanting to be somewhat closer than being a foot
apart. I missed all these, what I can only subscribe to be invitations for
a closer relationship.
     It wasn't until we were in the big shed that it became apparent. I
cannot remember the exact circumstances of us being in there together, but
he had gone and bent over a pile of wood, looking for something he had
dropped and I had moved over and subconsciously leaned over his back to try
and see what he was looking for.
     `If I was still in prison and we were in this position, you'd have
your trousers down and I'd be stuck up inside you,' I said, jokingly, and
that was how it was meant to be as my front was then pressed right up
against his rear. He then astounded me with his reply.
     `If we were in prison, yes, they would be down and I would welcome you
being inside me,' he said, not moving from where he was.
     `You mean you would like me to fuck you?' I asked, almost incredulous
at his reply, getting an instant hard on which he couldn't help but feel.
     `Yes please John,' he said. Now this was the first time since starting
work with me that he had ever used my first name. It had always been
Mr. this or Mr. that, never ever having used my christian name before.
     Here then was the answer to my prayer of once again being offered the
chance to fuck the tight backside of another man and nearly choked on the
words that I spoke.
     `Get those trousers down then,' I said, my voice thick with emotion as
I moved back for him to release the belt and push his trousers down and
bend over the logs again, now showing me the pale cheeks of a male's bum
and what an inviting sight that was. I couldn't get my erect cock out of my
trousers quick enough and had, after nearly a year, pushed my erection up
into another man's backside.
     Oh what joy! Oh what heaven I was back in at having my cock surrounded
by the tightness and body heat of another man. I couldn't help but drool as
I fucked a man's backside once again, deriving an immense pleasure at once
again having my cock squeezed in this fashion.
     Such was the pleasure that I came too soon, it having been so long in
being able to fuck a hole such as this. He cried out as he felt my seed hit
his insides and used his muscle all the time in trying to squeeze me as
much as possible and gave out little cries of joy at every twitch that I
gave my cock up inside him.
     Both of us were panting hard when I'd finished coming, leaning over
his back, squashing his naked front to the logs he was lying up against. It
was a muted cry he gave as he felt me pulling out of him and I had to move
away to find the water bucket to which I had to kneel down to so that I
could wash my still steaming cock.
     He was still lying across the logs when I'd finished, his bum cheeks
still looking so inviting. I helped him stand up, turning him round and saw
that he now sported a nicely looking cock in an erect mode, covered in
pieces of tree bark. These I brushed off with my hand, making it bounce up
and down in a nice inviting way and I looked to his face and saw him
smiling so I smiled back and went down onto my knees and took the head of
his cock into my mouth.
     I was in heaven again having just fucked a nice young man's tight
backside and it was joy to once again be able to suck on a rampant
cock. Feeling him tremble added to the thrill of working my tongue round
the hard flesh and have it throbbing in my mouth was sheer joy at having
sex again with another male.
     It didn't take long of my sucking and chewing of him for his hands to
come up to the sides of my head and hold me tight as he started to come. It
was in short sharp bursts of nectar than came out of the eye of his penis,
filling my mouth till he came to a stop for me to move it around before
swallowing it. I licked the head clean after releasing it before I stood up
and moved so that he could pull up his trousers as I put my now wilted
member away.
     `That was lovely Colin. We must do it again soon,' I said.
     `Yes,' he agreed. `I would like that John. Could....could I kiss you
in way of thanks for the pleasure you've just given me in both ways?' he
asked shyly and his face lit up in a smile when I said yes.
     He came into my arms and gave me a rather passionate kiss which told
me this was not the first time that he'd kissed another man. I found out
later that he began on this road of male sex when he was fourteen at
school. It was one of the teacher's who had taken him into this twilight
world and for six years was his lover, carrying on having sex with him even
after he had left the school. They only broke up when the teacher moved
away feeling that his job could be in danger by having this relationship
with one of his ex pupils.
     It was on hearing this that I then remembered that it was Colin who
had asked if he could do some work for me and not me asking for a worker in
the grounds. He must have guessed by my having Bruno live here as well as
Brian that I was not averse to having male sex. As I've already said, I'd
not noticed his small efforts of letting him know of his sexual orientation
but it was of no consequence now for I had found another male lover though
I was not going to fall in love with him as I had with my other past
two. That, to my mind, would be signing his death warrant, besides, I was
now married and would not be able to sleep with him. Though I did have some
nights with him, but that was later.
     Ever since he had started working for me, he had eaten lunch with
Sylvia and myself in the kitchen during his working days and now, finding
out that he wanted male sex as much as I did, in spite of me being married,
I wanted more.
     That was because with Sylvia getting ever closer to her time, the sex
we had together was getting less and so I now turned towards Colin during
the day to relieve myself. His working week was Monday to Friday and after
us having had sex in the woodshed, where I'd had the pleasure of fucking
him again, also let him fuck me which I enjoyed with great relish for he
was quite good in his way of having me.
     I now suggested that he came over on some Saturdays for some shooting
when the season started in respect of the pheasants and grouse, but before
that to catch rabbits for the pot. Though I had asked this of him one day
at lunch, he knew straight away that it was also an offer for more sex over
a weekend, so he readily agreed.
     It started off with it being a Saturday one week and Sunday the
following one, but it soon became both days as Sylvia got ever closer to
her time for birthing when sex stopped between us. Here, Colin and I would
go off into the wood at the far end of the property and we would divest
ourselves of our clothes and have sex in all ways there in a small
clearing. We even had it out in the open sometimes in the lush grass that
was tall enough to conceal us fucking each other.
     Then Sylvia began to get the pains and her waters burst. This was on a
Friday morning and I knew that I had time to get her to the hospital rather
than have an ambulance called out. It was while I was telephoning the
hospital to tell them that I was bring my wife in to the maternity section,
that I then realised that I would be alone in the house. So after getting
Sylvia into the Bentley with her small already packed case, I spoke to
Colin.
     I had pulled him aside out of sight of the car and held him in my arms
and kissed him. `Would you like to spend the night in bed with me?' I asked
him.
     `Oh John, yes please,' he said with his eyes shining.
     `Well phone your parents and say....say that you are staying over here
because some of the pheasants are about to hatch some eggs and you want to
keep an eye on them.'
     `Thank you John,' he smiled. `When you're about to leave the hospital,
give me a ring here and I'll have a meal ready for you.'
     With that, I returned to the car and drove Sylvia to the hospital
where she was taken in to wherever it was that they had pregnant women
about to have their child. The pains were closer now and so it wouldn't be
long and I was left alone in a waiting room, pacing up and down, praying
that it would be a boy to carry on my name.
     For two long hours I walked about in that room, praying that things
were going alright with both Sylvia and our child that she was bringing
into the world. A nurse finally came in to tell me that both were fine and
that it wasn't a difficult birth and I was almost hopping about before she
got round to saying that she'd had a lovely baby boy, weighing just under
nine pounds.
     I nearly grabbed and kissed her but manage to restrain myself and
asked when could I see them both. A little longer she had replied, when
both were cleaned up and in the recovery room. So I walked about in there
for another half an hour, running many boy's names through my mind though I
would let Sylvia have the final choice of name for our son. Our son! How
well that sounded and I hoped that he would grow up fit and healthy.
     I was soon escorted into the recovery room where I saw to my dismay at
how tired and pale Sylvia looked but kept that expression off my face as I
went and gave her a big kiss on her wan smile.
     `You wanted a son and now we have one,' she smiled. `Here,' and she
pulled the cloth back that was covering the little bundle in her arms and
showed me the wrinkled prune of a face that was our son.
     `He's lovely. I hope he grows up to be as beautiful as you,' I said.
     `It's a boy! I want him to look like you, not me,' she answered with
that smile again at which point the nurse came back into the room.
     `That's all for now Mr. Singleton. Your wife is tired and she must
rest. You can come back tomorrow,' so with one last look at my son, I
kissed the tired looking Sylvia and promised to be back the following
day. With that, I left the room and went down to the hospital's entrance
and used the pay phone there to ring my home and had Colin pick up the
phone.
     `Well she's had a boy,' I said.
     `Congratulations,' he replied. `Are you on your way back now? If you
are, I'll starting making a meal.'
     `I'm leaving now so should be home in about half an hour,' I said and
put the phone down and went out to the car and drove off.
     Colin had a big smile on his face when he saw me enter the kitchen and
let me take him into my arms for us to kiss.
     `I've just put a pot roast in the oven,' he said and carried on with a
shy smile. `It'll take about an hour. Could...could....'
     `Yes,' I said smiling myself, knowing for what he was asking, and so
we went upstairs and into my bedroom. Here, we quickly undressed and with
us both having an erection, got onto the bed.
     `How lovely this is to actually be in a bed with you instead of on
grass or sacks,' he gushed as he stroked my erect cock. `Will you fuck me
with this?' he asked, holding my cock in a firm grip.
     `Of course Colin,' I laughed. `That's why we are here and then,' I
took hold of his erection, `you can fuck me with yours.' We both laughed
and kissed before breaking apart for him to get up onto his knees and let
me get between his open legs. The pale cheeks of his bum never looked
better and I soon parted them and pushed myself up into him, making him
give out a gasp and a groan at first the widening of his orifice and then
having the whole thing slide in and fill him.
     `This is as wonderful as you are,' he crooned as I moved myself inside
him. Christ! The lad was in love with me I thought with his words, but
loving what I was doing, I was holding myself back from saying that I loved
him too in what I was doing and what I would get from him. I was in love
with him as I was with Sylvia and had the horrible thought of how I had
loved both Mavis and Morris. I pushed those ghosts away and enjoyed the
smooth ride I was having up inside Colin. It wasn't long before I was
holding him in a firm grip as I pulled his rear end up tight to my thighs
as I began to jerk and come inside him. He gave out grunts as he felt each
surge of sperm coat his inside and squeezed me as much as he could as I was
coming. I was panting hard when I came to a stop, leaning against his rear
end and now wanted him inside me in the same way.
     He gave out a cry as I pulled out and he fell forward as I got off the
bed and went and washed myself because of not wearing a condom. Washed and
clean, I returned into the bedroom to see him lying on his back with a big
smile on his face and his hand holding his cock in an upright position as I
got onto the bed. I went straight down on him and gave the head of his cock
a good suck as I pushed the foreskin down. I only had him in my mouth for a
few seconds, just to give the head a coating of saliva before releasing him
and moving to get onto my knees, presenting him with the view of my
backside.
     He stroked the cheeks of my bum before putting himself inside me,
occupying that vacant lot that only an erect and hard cock can fill. It was
a pleasure to once again have him where he was and love having my canal
massaged this way. Too soon, my mind cried out as held me tight and began
jerking away, letting me feel each spurt as he came inside me, and gave out
a groan when he pulled out. I turned to watch him walk to the bathroom to
wash himself, seeing those lovely cheeks of his move up and down in a tight
fashion as he walked.
     `Dinner will almost be ready,' he said as he walked back into the
room, so I got off the bed and was just about to pick up my clothes when he
spoke again. `Can...can we stayed like this till we come back to bed?' he
asked. Shades of Brian! Wanting to be in the house naked. I dropped my
clothes back on the chair and gave him a smile and so we went downstairs
where he began doing some vegetables to go with the pot roast. I opened a
bottle of wine and this we drank as we ate that wonderful meal that he'd
cooked.
     With us both being naked, it wasn't long at seeing each other like
this that we soon had erections and after we had washed up the things we
had used, I introduced him to the hard backed chair for the sexual position
we would be in in the having of each other.
     He was delighted to get astride of my legs as I sat there, holding my
cock upright for him to slowly let himself down, feeling it fill him till
he was sitting on my thighs with my cock throbbing away inside him. He
loved having it this way for he could then kiss me and heavens above, said
that he loved me as he moved himself up and down, crooning as he really
fucked himself on my upstanding bar of hard flesh.
     Then it was my turn and though I liked having it both ways, he said
that the receiving of my cock in this form of sexual intercourse, he much
preferred sitting on top and being the recipient. After washing ourselves
in the kitchen, we went back up to bed and there we not only had sex again
but slept together in the first of eight nights that Sylvia was in
hospital. It was lovely to wake up again in the morning to put my hand over
the warm thigh and find an erect cock once again that was begging to be
seen to in either the mouth or backside when it was at its hardest.
     When the cats away the mice will play is the right way to describe us
as we fucked each other silly in between me dragging myself off every day
to the hospital to see Sylvia and our new born son. It's a good thing that
nature would not let a man get pregnant, for I think that the men of the
world would more than treble the population and really cause havoc with
overcrowding the planet.
     It would be either chocolates or grapes that I would take with me to
the hospital as well as flowers to decorate Sylvia's bedside in the ward
where she was put. Though she did share all that I took in with some of the
other women there too.
     She was radiant at having produced a lovely baby and couldn't quite
decide what name we should give to him and it took several visits before we
settled on using my father's name of Phillip, and that was what was put on
the birth certificate and later pronounced the day he was baptised.
     Even though Colin and I had made pigs of ourselves in our sexual
couplings, it was nice to get Sylvia and the baby home, and so our getting
and having each other was back to being somewhere out in the fields or
woods that we could be alone together again. No more night time frolics in
a bed which though missed, was a fact that we had to accept.
     Time passed with me having sex with Sylvia in bed of a night and
having Colin both ways during the day. How I kept this up I don't know
considering that I wasn't getting any younger. It was a case of making hay
while the sun shined.
     It was two years later when Silvia fell pregnant again but in
considering our ages, decided that we would make this the last, and us both
now wanting the expectant baby to be a girl. Colin said he was happy for
Sylvia when he was told but I knew that he was happy for himself for when
it came round to her time, he would be able to spend those few nights in
bed with me.
     After the birth of Phillip, I had raided my stash of money from my
robberies and took a hundred thousand pounds out and took it to my
solicitor and instructed him to set up a trust fund for the boy and that
from the age of eighteen, could receive an allowance from the accrued
year's interest and only get the remainder at the age of twenty one. The
solicitor, knowing why I had been sent to prison had probably guessed where
this money had come from but didn't make any references to it and I think,
marvelled again when I took another same amount of money to be set up for
this coming child but to hold back in the setting of the trust fund until
the baby had been born and named.
     This was also the time that I made out a will giving all I had to
Sylvia with quite a handsome bequest to Colin. I also gave a sealed letter
to him that was to be given to Sylvia if I died before her and if it was
the reverse and she went before me, it was to be given to the two children
for both of them to read together. The contents gave the hiding place of
where the rest of my money was that the bank or taxman didn't know of.
     The nine months of pregnancy seemed to drag for Sylvia but flew by for
me until she came to term and it was off to hospital again, delighting
Colin at then having me to sleep with during this time.
     It was a longer labour in taking three hours of me waiting, but was
delighted when told both were well and I now had a daughter. Silvia was
delighted too and was quite proud of what we had produced between us. Colin
was pleased both for Sylvia and myself but also pleased that he was once
again able to sleep in bed with me at night, having sex whenever one of us
had the urge or need for relief.
     Again it was an idyllic eight days and nights in playing with each
other in the sucking of each other in the sixty nine position, not
forgetting having sex while sitting on a hardback chair. On his request, I
even went and bought another one that was put into the woodshed for us to
use later when we could no longer have each other this way in the kitchen.
     The eight days passed too quickly for both Colin and myself when the
time came for Sylvia to return home with our new baby that we had agreed on
with Phillip being named after my father, our daughter would be given the
name of Sylvia's mother and so was named Mary. This name now being given to
my solicitor for the other trust fund to be set up. What with having a
locked in interest rate, it worked out that they would both then have over
a million pounds each when they reached the age of twenty one.
     I was now a very happy man and secure in knowing that their future and
that of Sylvia would not be left wanting. It seemed ironic to me later,
when I was lying out in the grass that summer after just having had sex
with Colin, that here I was, a confirmed homosexual and yet was the father
of two healthy children.
     Who said that you can't have your cake and eat it?

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