Lord Byron 13 - Brian's nephew reveals a surprise! When Byron got back to Brian's flat it was almost twenty to three, he walked straight to the bedroom where Johnny was still lying asleep on his stomach. Byron looked at the boney mess of a lad on the bed, his ribs were clearly visible and his round rump protruded from his flat body. Johnny was wearing a pair of Brian's silk boxers which were swimming on his narrow hips. He didn't find the lad at all attractive, he was a bit sickly, but nevertheless, there was a white rump there to punish and Byron was not going to let the opportunity slip by. He walked over to the bed and shook Johnny's shoulder gently. Johnny woke with a start and glared up at Byron with his wild glassy eyes. "What the f_u_c_k_ do you want?" Johnny snapped. "Do you want something to eat?" "F_u_c_k_ off! I'm not hungry!" "You have to eat something!" "I'm in no mood for eating!" Johnny snapped as he placed his face back into the pillow. "I'll tell you a joke to cheer you up then," Byron lisped. He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Johnny's flank as he began his story: - there was this man who went camping for the first time. He went into the camping shop and bought a tent the man in the shop asked him where he was going and when he said he was camping in Romania the shop assistant went quiet. "Is something the matter?" the man asked. "Well," said the shop assistant, "there's bears in those woods, so you'd better bring a gun!" The man chose a rifle and brought it to the assistant. "Some of those bears are very big!" the assistant said. So the man brought over an AK47 as well! "When I said big, I meant BIG!" the assistant said so the man fetched an RPG and set off with his tent and his guns. The first night the man was asleep in his tent when he heard a grunt outside. He got up, grabbed the rifle and ran outside the tent. He shot and heard something fall. "Gotcha!" he cried. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around, it was the bear! "Well," said the bear, "I can either kill you now or spank you and then roger you! Which will it be?" The man didn't want to be killed so he dropped his shorts and bent over. The bear landed his heavy paw on the man's arse ten times and then moved behind him and shagged him with his big black bear-c_o_c_k_. The next night the man was lying in his tent and still rubbing his arse after the previous evening's encounter when he heard the grunt again. He got up, grabbed the AK47 and ran outside the tent. He sprayed the forest with bullets and heard something fall. "Gotcha this time!" he cried. Then he felt the tap on his shoulder. He looked around, it was the bear! "Well," said the bear, "you know the routine!" The man bent over and the bear took a branch from the ground and whipped the man's arse ten times and then moved behind him again and shagged him again. The third night the man was asleep in his tent when he heard a grunt outside. He got up, grabbed the RPG and ran outside the tent. He fired and cleared half the forest with the shot. He heard something fall. "Gotcha!" he cried. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around, it was the bear! "Well," said the bear, "You're not really here for the camping are you?"
Johnny grunted a 'f_u_c_k_ off!' as Byron fell over with hysterical laughter at his own joke. "Did you like that joke?" he asked. "It was s_h_i_t_e!" Johnny muttered into his pillow, "F_u_c_k_ off and leave me alone you're not f_u_c_k_ing funny black boy!" "Well then!" said Byron as he seductively traced his finger along the lower hem of Johnny's boxers, "would you like to tell me a better one or will we simply re-enact the joke together?" "What the f_u_c_k_ do you mean by that?" Johnny snapped as he shot up from where he was lying. "I mean," said Byron, "I'll pretend to be the bear and you pretend to be the camper and we'll act out the joke together!" "And we'll pretend that we're in a forest in Romania?" "Yes we'll pretend that we're in a forest in Romania!" "And will you pretend to spank me and pretend to roger me as well?" "NO!" Byron cried with a laugh, "you are such a silly boy Johnny Harrison! We'll do those parts for real!" "Great!" said Johnny echoing Byron's gleeful cries, "and I'll use a real gun to shoot your bollocks off for real first!" Byron froze. He looked at Johnny quizzically and Johnny smiled back cheekily.
"Maybe I'll tell you a f_u_c_k_ing joke!" Johnny suggested. "Is that a 'no'?" "Do you want to hear the f_u_c_k_ing joke or not?" "Nobody says 'no' to me!" Byron howled. "I just f_u_c_k_ing did!" Johnny chimed back, "now do you want to hear my joke or not?" Byron sat up straight, turned away from Johnny, folded his arms and began to sulk. "That arse of yours is too nice to let slip away so easily!" "That arse of mine is for export only!" "Well before it can export anything the raw materials have to be loaded up into it!" Byron added. "This boat gets filled from the other end!" Johnny said pointing at his own mouth. "Fine!" said Byron as he stood and released his stiffening c_o_c_k_ from the confines of his jeans, "I haven't had a decent blowjob in a long time!" "Put it away! I'll bite the f_u_c_k_ing thing off if you even try to go near my mouth!" Byron glared at the arrogant young man. This was the first time he had ever been refused by one of his tricks. "Your joke better make me laugh or else...." "Or else what?" Johnny replied c_o_c_k_ily. "Or else I'll f_u_c_k_ you out of this house!" Johnny rolled over and lay on his back with his knees in the air and began to tell his joke.
"There was this bloke driving down a main road and he saw two hitchhikers. He was on his own so he said 'aw what the f_u_c_k_! I'll give this pair a ride!" so he pulled in and the two boys hopped into the back seat together. It was only then that the bloke realised that these were two faggots that he had picked up. The first faggot, Cecil, raised his arse off the back seat and the bloke heard this hissing sound as Cecil farted! Ssssssss! And the two faggots giggled. Then the second faggot, Chris, raised his arse off the back seat and the bloke heard this gentle hissing sound as he farted! Ssssssss! And the two faggots giggled again. Now by this point the driver felt sick, he thought to himself 'I'll teach this pair of faggots how to fart like real men!' so he lifted off his seat and let out a loud rasping fart that really stank out the car! And the two faggots started chanting; Virgin! Virgin!"
Byron looked at Johnny and curled his lip, "and the punch line?" With that Johnny pulled his knees to his chest and let out a loud ripping fart that filled the room with a smell like burnt sulphur. "There's your f_u_c_k_ing punch line!" Johnny said as Byron fled the room with his hand covering his mouth, the smell was so bad that he felt sick.
A minute later he strode back into the room. "You're a disgusting ..... " he couldn't find the word he wanted to use to insult Johnny. "Virgin?" Johnny said chirpily, "is that the word you're looking for?" Byron glared at him, "didn't anybody ever teach you that it's rude to fart in company?" "They certainly did," said Johnny, "but farts are natural!" "So is testicular cancer!" Byron snapped, "but it doesn't mean that I want to experience it!" "Farts can be wonderful, they're a bit like children!" "What the f_u_c_k_ are you talking about?" "You can just about stand your own!" Johnny said and Byron laughed this time.
Byron was relieved that Johnny wasn't being as hostile as he was a few minutes earlier. He took a good look at the skinny youth sitting on the bed. Byron was still sure that he had met this guy before but he had no idea where. The doorbell rang but Byron didn't hear it, he was engrossed in trying to remember where he had met Johnny Harrison before.
The doorbell rang again and Byron went to answer it. Constable Smith, D53, was standing there looking a bit nervous. "Sorry it took so long to open the door," Byron began, "I had something on my mind!" "That's no problem mate!" Constable Smith replied, it was the first time Byron has heard the copper speak. Smith was a Scouser! Byron just loved the Liverpool accent! "You're a Scouser?" Byron asked as he shepherded the copper into the living area. "Yeah!" Smith replied, "well not exactly a Scouser, I'm from near Bootle!" He removed his helmet and a shock of black hair fell over his forehead. Byron gasped Constable Smith was f_u_c_k_ing gorgeous! And, to top it all, without his helmet he looked very young too young to be a member of the Greater Manchester Police Force. Byron smiled at the copper, "you look very young to be part of the police force!" he remarked. "I'm not that young!" Smith replied. "How old are you then? 20?" "In a few weeks!" Smith replied, "anyway, what is it that you wanted me for?" "I had myself examined this morning by a doctor...." "And why should I be interested in that?" the young policeman asked. "I had a full rectal examination," Byron replied holding the doctor's note out to the policeman, "he states there that there is no damage done or any sign of penetration!" The policeman took the note and read it, "what do you want me to do with it?" he asked. "Take it to your leader!" Byron said, "I think it might put his mind at rest!" "My usual partner is off for a few days, If I take this I won't have it back before the weekend." "That's fine by me, after all I got it for him!" The policeman's radio crackled, it was his partner in the car below. "Excuse me!" said constable Smith as he answered the call. "There's somebody on the fire escape up there Robbie, what floor are you on?" Robbie Smith, D53, turned to Byron, what floor are we on?" "Fourth!" "Were on the fourth Alan!" "Look out the window he's below you!"
Robbie moved to the window and opened it, as he leaned out Byron nearly passed out at the sight of the young policeman's arse straining the navy-black fabric of his uniform trousers. "Boy!" he thought, "that young copper's got a f_u_c_k_ing fine arse! I wouldn't mind getting into his trousers!" Unconsciously he let out a low whistle, Robbie heard it. "It's okay!" the policeman on the ground shouted up, "it's Johnny Keegan, I have him!" "I'd better go down!" Smith said to Byron, "we've just arrested one of the most notorious housebreakers in this city!" "John Keegan?" Byron asked shocked, he had heard the name as the policeman below called it out. "Do you know him?" "I was in school with him!" "Well," D53 began in an official sounding voice, "unlike yourself that boy is up to no good!"
As soon as the copper closed the door Byron rushed into Brian's room again. His fears were realised, Johnny was gone. Johnny had seen the policeman in the other room and, thinking he was there to arrest him, had tried to escape on the fire stairs. Byron flunked onto the bed in shock. His old adversary, the person he hated most in the world was his lover's nephew! He felt sick, he wanted to cry but he was too angry.
It was close to half past three now and Byron went to his own room. He was going to pack and leave. He took his holdall and began to stuff his clothing into it. He was muttering angrily to himself when the phone rang. "Yes!" Byron snapped picking it up. "No need to be like that!" it was Brian, "what's up with you?" "You never told me that John Keegan was your nephew!" "You never asked what my nephew's full name was!" "F_u_c_k_ that ...." Byron stopped mid-sentence, he knew that Brian was right. "Where is he now?" Brian asked. "In the police station I suppose!" Byron replied simply. "What?" "He's been arrested," Byron replied, "the copper that was here yesterday called by to collect a letter I got from the doctor, Johnny saw him and climbed out the fire escape, the copper waiting below arrested Johnny!" "Slow down, slow down! What copper was in the house?" "The one that was here yesterday!" "D53?" "The very one!" Byron replied snugly. "You promised you wouldn't bring him to the house," Brian pleaded nervously. "It was only to collect a letter, I didn't f_u_c_k_ him or anything!" "What letter was he collecting?" "I got a letter from the doctor on High Street this afternoon saying that there was no rectal damage!" "What the f_u_c_k_ did you do that for?" "Because it proves you and Andrew aren't f_u_c_k_ing me and it keeps the filth of our tails!" "Wait in the house, I'm coming home!"
Lord Byron 14 - An evening with the boys in blue. When Brian got home he had a serious chat with Byron about the dangers of messing around with the police. He explained the idea of the sting to Byron again and asked Byron not to have any more contact with the policeman that was the object of Byron's latest fantasies. When he had finally persuaded Byron to stop he called the station. He explained that he was John Keegan's uncle and that he would like to drop in. The desk sergeant agreed and Brian left the house. It was just gone twenty to five as he left.
Brian had no sooner left the apartment when Byron heard a faint rapping on the door. He jumped up thinking that Brian must have fallen or something and nearly dropped when he saw Constable Robbie Smith standing in front of him. "Are you alone?" Robbie asked in a hushed voice. "Yes!" Byron answered cautiously. "May I come in please?" Byron stood aside and let the copper enter. He quickly closed the door. As he turned to face the young policeman, he noticed that Robbie was wearing his uniform still, but he had removed the tie and was wearing a denim jacket over his regulation shirt. He handed a Xerox of the doctor's note to Byron. "The desk sergeant said you should have this, it has the stations stamp on it and the original is on your file...." "My file?" Byron shrieked. "Yeah, your file! It's no problem having a file, there's just details of the visit yesterday to prove that we acted on the complaint." "Thank you!" Byron said as he opened the door again to show the copper out, "I hope this is the last we will be seeing of each other!" Robbie made no move to leave. "Do you mind if I have a word or two with you?" he asked Byron meekly, "you see .... well, I don't know how to say this .... I waited outside until your friend left because I wanted ...." ".... to set me up!" Byron said folding his arms. "No way!" Robbie replied indignantly, "what would I want to set you up for?" "because you're in the f_u_c_k_ing vice-squad and you're trying to get a few f_u_c_k_ing stripes on your arm!" Byron replied curtly, "now thank you for the visit but I do not wish to be the victim of your 'sting' constable Smith! Now please leave!" "I thought you liked me!" Smith muttered with his head hanging. Byron glared at the young policeman and noticed that there was a tear welling in the corner of the young man's eye. Robbie started walking to the door; "sorry to waste your time!" he apologised meekly as he walked out.
Just as Robbie cleared the door something possessed Byron and he grabbed the young policeman back inside, he closed the door and looked at the shocked face of the young man. "What did you just say?" Byron demanded. "I said that I was sorry to waste your time!" Robbie replied trying to mute a sniffle. "No I mean before that!" Byron said. "I can't remember, now let me go and I'll leave!" "You said that you thought I liked you!" Byron said matter-of-fact. "Maybe I did! But I was obviously wrong! Now please just let me go!" "No!" said Byron, "you aren't wrong I do like you, more than that I think you're f_u_c_k_ing gorgeous! I just think this is a sting and Brian says he doesn't want me to have any more dealings with you!" "I'd best be going!" the policeman said and tried to leave. "Hold on there constable," Byron said with a smile, "we could go to the pub and have a chat if that's what you want!" Robbie smiled, his bright eyes shone with joy, "if you would I'd love it!" "I'll meet you in the Shoulder of Mutton off High Street in an hour and lose the uniform first!" Robbie Smith beamed with joy as he left the apartment and went home, at last he had met a fellow homos_e_x_ual, his own age, somebody he might be able to talk to.
When Brian returned with Johnny a few minutes later, Byron and Johnny would not exchange pleasantries. The air was tense and Brian could do nothing to diffuse the bad vibes the two lads had towards each other. "I'm going for a walk," said Byron as he grabbed his coat. "What time will you be home at?" Brian asked. "Whenever! I'll call you!" And Byron was gone.
When Byron entered the Shoulder of Mutton, Robbie the Bobby was already there reading the Daily Mail. Byron bought two pints of bitter and sat with the young policeman. Robbie looked less well in his civvies than he did in his uniform, but he was still gorgeous.
Robbie explained his situation to Byron. He was from Bootle near Liverpool. His father was the son of a Belfast Presbyterian and was very narrow minded. When he found an old copy of Vulcan magazine in his son's room just over a year ago, Harvey Smith had beaten the lad so much that he ran from home. Byron felt sorry for the young man. "That's why I'm in Manchester and not home in Liverpool," Robbie explained sadly, "all me mates is in Liverpool and I know nobody here!" Byron loved the twangs of Robbie's accent. "Anyway!" Robbie continued, "I ran off and joined the police because it got me away from home in a safe job that could pay the rent. I was going to go to London, but it's too big and scary for me down there!" "Why did you come to Manchester then?" Byron asked. "Simple!" Robbie said, "I thought I would meet some other queers here who would teach me a thing or two. There's no queers in Liverpool! Everybody there is either Orange or Catholic and Manchester is just more open like!"
Byron was intelligent enough to know that Robbie was telling him the truth. He felt sorry for the lad who was jabbering on excitedly about his awful life. After about three more pints Robbie was still talking about everything. Byron decided it was safe to act. "Have you ever been with another bloke Robbie?" Robbie blushed and shook his head sadly. "How come?" "Well," Robbie started again in his excited fashion, "I thought that I would meet plenty of blokes like me when I joined the force, but the Greater Manchester Constabulary is full of freemasons and bigots. We sting a lot of queers, they're mostly old blokes though, you know, forty to fifty, hanging around public loos and like. You were the first bust I've ever had to do where the queer was my age!" Byron laughed, "keep your f_u_c_k_ing voice down you daft twat! Do you want everybody to hear?" Robbie giggled, "sorry!" he said. "I'll make you f_u_c_k_ing sorry!" Byron replied, "I'll beat that daft copper arse of yours and f_u_c_k_ it to kingdom come if you don't keep your f_u_c_k_ing voice down!" Brian giggled again; "the I'll think I'd better shout!" he said with a smile. "Finish your drink, it's time to go!" "My place or yours!" "You're f_u_c_k_ing saucy!" Byron replied, "I mean you go home and I go back to my place!"
Robbie was crestfallen, "could we not go together mate?" "Brian doesn't want me near you!" Byron replied simply. "Please George!" Robbie pleaded. "Byron!" "Sorry mate?" "My friends call me Byron!" "Am I your friend then?" Robbie asked with a big beaming smile. Byron smiled back, this Robbie fellow was sweet, innocent, gullible but sweet. "Come on then," said Byron, "I'll walk you home!"
"So is there a sting in this?" Byron asked as they left the pub. "What do you mean?" "There's always a sting in the tail in these adventures isn't there?" "The only sting in this will be the one in my tail tomorrow I hope!" Robbie replied in a semi-drunken chuckle. "It's just ...." Byron began but Robbie cut him short. "Listen mate! I know what I do for a living and I've told you my story about how I got here. Me man and dad don't want me, I'm on my own in a big city and nobody knows what I'm going through. I got so f_u_c_k_ing lonely here and each time I pick up the courage to do something about it I back down. I know everybody mistrusts me because I'm a copper but I'm queer as well mate and I need to meet other queer blokes. Why is it that everybody thinks that every f_u_c_k_ing copper is out to sting the f_u_c_k_ing queers? I'm a copper, yeah, I'm a f_u_c_k_ing copper Byron and I'm queer as queer as you f_u_c_k_ing are! I don't want to be a f_u_c_k_ing copper forever, I just want to be me!" "I'm sorry D53!" Byron said, "I know it's tough fighting your way out of the closet, I'll stay with you tonight but no funny stuff okay?" Robbie nodded. They stopped off at a phone booth and Byron rang Brian. "Where are you?" Brian asked. "In a phone booth!" Byron replied. "What time will you be home?" "I'll see you in the morning!" "Where are you staying?" "With friends!" Brian sniggered as Byron made masturbating gestures down the phone. "Okay Brian, I'll see you when you get home tomorrow! .... Yes Brian, I am okay .... yes Brian, now good night! I will see you tomorrow, goodnight!"
Back in the squalid small house that Robbie was renting, in spite of what they had agreed to on the way there, Byron and Robbie were soon naked and lying beside each other on Robbie's bed. Robbie lay on his stomach with Byron beside him looking at the ceiling. As they lay there, the tip of Byron's middle finger was tapping lightly against the rim of Robbie's hole. "Do you know something Robbie?" asked Byron. "What?" Robbie asked. "I have been looking for a decent job for a while now and I hear that there's an opening in the police force that I could fill!" said Byron with a laugh. "I thought you said there would be no funny stuff!" "I lied!" Robbie laughed and moved over onto one side. His own c_o_c_k_ was beginning to stretch. He reached over and nervously took a hold of Black Cobra in his right fist, "I suppose I had better begin by giving you a suck then!" he said as he moved towards the long black shaft with his mouth. Byron relaxed and placed his hands behind his head as he eagerly awaited a blowjob. Robbie was now kneeling beside the s_e_x_y young officer. Byron closed his eyes. Byron's eyes opened immediately as Robbie pulled the foreskin back with a painful jerk. He sat up. "What the f_u_c_k_ are you at?" he snapped, "that hurt!" "Sorry but I am new at this game! This is the first time I've ever held another bloke's c_o_c_k_ in me life mate" Robbie replied innocently Byron grabbed him and the two began to wrestle on the bed, their now hard shafts bobbing as each tried to get the upper hand. Eventually Byron's height advantage paid off and he managed to pin the strong breathless Robbie beneath him. He lay on top of the gorgeous young policeman and looked down at Robbie's smiling face. "What makes you think that I'm going to let you f_u_c_k_ me on a first date?" Robbie asked. "Well," Byron began, "you wouldn't have bent over the window so seductively earlier if you didn't want to let me in there later!" Robbie laughed, "boy you're fast!" he lisped as he lifted his legs into a V. "F_u_c_k_ me then!" he screamed, "make me scream!" Robbie may have been taking the piss with this act but his invitation was too much for Byron to resist. He lined Black Cobra up at Robbie's hole and began to jab at the resisting sphincter. "Do you really want me to make you scream?" he asked. "Yes!" Robbie hissed. With that Byron forced his dry c_o_c_k_ into Robbie with one thrust. Robbie closed his eyes tightly and screamed! "F_u_c_k_ you Byron, you bastard, that hurts! Now pull out of me!" Robbie ordered. "Relax officer," Byron replied, "you'll really get to like this if I just rock gently, you'll soon love the feeling of old Black Cobra up Robbie the Bobby's bum again!" Robbie lay back and relaxed, "okay Byron, I'll give it a go but is it hurts you must promise me that you will stop!" Byron promised he would.
For five whole minutes Byron continued to poke gently into Robbie's tight virginal hole, "I'm really looking forward to doing this on a regular basis," he said. Robbie smiled, "So am I I think I'm ready now," he said, "Let her rip!" Byron needed no further encouragement and Black Cobra took to the task with his usual vigour. In and out of Robbie's willing hole he slid and poked as Robbie moaned in ecstasy. Robbie's own sizeable c_o_c_k_ was now growing to its full hardness over his belly. Byron looked down at the policeman's monster and said, "you know Robbie, with a dong that size you could make a lot of fairy-boys happy?" Robbie laughed, "With you as my teacher I know I will!" he said, "I might have agreed to let you f_u_c_k_ me tonight, but that doesn't mean that I am going to let a c_o_c_k_ like mine go to waste! I want a real taste of the action" With that, Robbie clamped his butt muscles on that hard shaft as Byron leaned over him and began to f_u_c_k_ him again. Robbie moaned in pleasure and began to work his arse back, working his arse in circles and back and forth as Byron plunged into him again and again. "Oh Byron, oh yeah, give me that big c_o_c_k_! Do it to me, f_u_c_k_ my arse, f_u_c_k_ me, fill me!" Robbie moaned "Yes, I love it! Use me Byron, yeah, use me, and make me know what I am here to serve you as my queen and Black Cobra as my country!" Byron chuckled and his thrusts began to be longer and harder. "I'm no f_u_c_k_ing queen!" Robbie stretched out his arms, wallowing in the throes of the wild hot f_u_c_k_ he was receiving. Just then, Byron pulled out completely and then drove back in, Robbie gasped, "Wow Byron! Yes, yes, f_u_c_k_ me, for the f_u_c_k_ing queen and the f_u_c_k_ing country! f_u_c_k_ me! Give me that big hard c_o_c_k_, f_u_c_k_ my arse Byron, f_u_c_k_ me!" Robbie was not thinking about anything else but hot hard Black Cobra being shoved into him over and over. Byron leaned over him and said, "Yeah, take my c_o_c_k_ you f_u_c_k_ing little slut! Take it police-boy, take it deep!" Robbie groaned in pleasure as Byron's hard shaft slid into him time and again. He would shove in all the way a few times and just grind it inside, as Robbie worked his arse muscles to please Black Cobra. As Robbie began to respond with his arse Byron shouted, "Take it Robbie! Yeah, take it you hot, tight little police-boy! Yeah, drink my spunk Constable Queer, drink it all!" Robbie screamed out in pleasure as he felt Black Cobra explode inside him. He squeezed down and released, doing this again and again until Black Cobra stopped erupting. They lay together until Black Cobra began to soften and he plopped out of Robbie's arse. Byron rolled off and lay on his side next to Robbie. Robbie moved into the same position with Byron behind him as Byron guided the half-hard Black Cobra back inside Robbie's sloppy hole.
"How was Robbie the Bobby's first arse shafting for him?" Byron asked. Robbie smiled and said, "Never knew it would feel that f_u_c_k_ing good Byron! I loved having you inside me!" As he spoke, Robbie pushed his arse back into Byron's groin. Black Cobra was firmly embedded in his arse. Byron put his arms around Robbie's chest and pulled his new lover closer. "Do you like black men?" Byron asked. "Very much," Robbie answered. "although you are the first one that ever f_u_c_k_ed me." "Are you willing to learn how to play rough yet?" "Very willing," Robbie answered innocently. "Good!" he laughed. "Are you going to suck my big c_o_c_k_ for me?" Robbie nodded and Byron pulled him backwards so the two of them were lying on the bed in a heap. "Are you going to let me f_u_c_k_ your arse again?" Robbie nodded again. "So is Robbie the Bobby going to be my little white bitch?" "Yes." "Say it!" "I'm going to be your little white bitch!" Byron raised himself to a kneeling position and grabbed Robbie's legs and pushed him back until his arse was in the air. Then he lowered his face to Robbie's arse and gave it a gentle kiss. Byron began licking the hole. First of all he licked at the edges then pressed against the opening. Letting out a low moan, he worked his tongue in deeper. "Little white bitch has a lovely hole!" he murmured as he pulled back.
Byron sat on Robbie's chest and rubbed his c_o_c_k_ against his lips "Would you like to kiss the Black Cobra?" he asked. "Yes please!" Robbie answered eagerly "Are you willing to serve the Black Cobra diligently?" "Yes sir!" "Tell your Master what you want." "I want to serve your c_o_c_k_, Master!" "And so you shall!" Byron said with a wicked grin, and slid his c_o_c_k_ into Robbie's mouth. Robbie began sucking and he opened his mouth wider as the Black Cobra slid down the back of his throat. Byron began swaying his hips back and forth with little thrusts, gradually gaining speed as he became more confident that Robbie could take it. His c_o_c_k_ swelled as he pounded ever more aggressively. The he rammed his c_o_c_k_ hard against the back of Robbie's throat and held it there. He smiled another wicked grin. "Stop!" he cried, "I'm not ready to cum just yet. I want to cum in your arse but there's a problem there." "What problem sir?" Robbie asked. "Your arse is too white and I like red arses better, so, I'll redden it with a good spanking!" Byron shuffled off the bed and stood beside Robbie's prone form. He ordered Robbie to turn over and then he raised his hand and, WHACK! He landed a sharp blow to the upturned arse. WHACK! "Ouch!" Robbie screamed. WHACK! He hadn't quite thought the spanking proposition through. "Shut up WHACK! and take it like a man!" He landed another blow to Robbie's reddening arse. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Byron let fly with full force WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Robbie sobbed quietly into the pillow. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He hadn't quite expected s_e_x_ to involve this, it felt strange, it hurt a bit, but if this was what was expected, then this is what he would do!.
Byron stepped back to admire his handiwork. Robbie's arse was glowing bright red now. Byron reached over to the nightstand where a jar of Vaseline waited. He stuck his knob into the jar and then plastered it over his c_o_c_k_. Then, stroking his greased c_o_c_k_ with one hand, he lay on the bed and motioned to Robbie to sit on his c_o_c_k_. Straddling his hips, Robbie lowered himself onto the big black c_o_c_k_ in one smooth motion. "S_h_i_t_ that feels good! I could just stay here like this for hours with my c_o_c_k_ up your hot little arse. But I've got other plans." Then he sat up with Robbie still impaled on his c_o_c_k_ and rolled over until Robbie was on his back and Byron was on top of him. "Are you ready for some more f_u_c_k_ing?" "Yes master!" "You're a good little bitch Robbie. Do you think you can take it all again?" He began to slide the greasy shaft in and out of Robbie's hole with long, slow strokes. Robbie found the feeling incredible as Byron pounded him with powerful, steady strokes. Byron's assault on Robbie's freshly-spanked arse continued for several minutes. Byron let out a yell and his c_o_c_k_ rammed hard into Robbie's arse, Robbie could feel it pulsing as he filled his sore arse with his thick juice for the second time. Pulling his c_o_c_k_ out of the dripping arse, Byron wiped it on the bed sheets and went to the bathroom to have a piss.
"Thank you sir!" Robbie said when he returned. "Any day!" Byron replied as he sat beside the exhausted form on the bed. Robbie and Byron crawled under the covers together. Byron lay behind him and slid his rigid pole up Robbie's still greasy hole. Robbie had no difficulty accommodating him now, besides he knew it would be there for the night so there was no point to him objecting.
The young policeman closed his eyes to sleep at last his urges had been satisfied. No longer a virgin, Robbie Smith had just fulfilled half his fantasy.
Lord Byron 15 - Next day. Robbie woke early the next morning. He pulled forward reluctantly on the bed and Byron's bloated shaft slid from his arse like a giant crap. As the tip passed his muscle, Robbie felt sort of sad that his lodger was no longer inside him. He was glowing with happiness as he looked at Byron's naked form on the bed. His rising hadn't woken the sleeping black youth and it crossed Robbie's mind (for a moment) that he might be in love!
He dressed in his uniform and while he dressed he kept looking back at the sprawled form on the bed. "Black Beauty!" he muttered to himself as he stared at the long black slab of flesh draped over Byron's thigh. He began to hum the theme tune from the television programme quietly as he turned from the bed and put his left foot on a chair to tie his shoes, as he did he felt Byron's hand cup one of his arse-cheeks. He looked back and smiled. "Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you mate!" "You didn't," Byron replied, "I'm still asleep!" "Thanks for last night!" "Any day officer, any day at all!" "Will you be here when I come home?" Robbie asked hopefully. "I have an appointment later this afternoon," Byron replied remembering his appointment with the doctor for three o'clock, "why?" "I'd just like to return the compliment and shaft 'you' this evening!" Robbie smiled hopefully.
Byron's reaction took Robbie by surprise. The black youth screamed, hopped up, and grabbing Robbie roughly by the arm yanked him across his knee. The speed took Robbie by complete surprise as he landed splat across Byron's lap. Robbie howled as Byron landed a sharp SMACK to his uniform trousers. "Stop it mate, I'll miss me shift!" SMACK, "Hey leave it out!" SMACK, he could feel Byron's c_o_c_k_ hardening beneath his own, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "There you go!" Byron chirped, "six of the best for cheeky little Robbie the Bobby!" "What was that for?" Robbie asked as he got up and rubbed his smarting arse. "I don't take it up the arse Copper, never have, never will!" Robbie was just about to speak when Byron pointed to the young policeman's groin; "Look at the mess of your trousers!" Robbie looked down, there was along stain made by the residues on Byron's c_o_c_k_ across the front of his pants. "F_u_c_k_!" Robbie exclaimed as he opened the trousers, "I'll have to wear the other pair." Byron smiled as the young policeman undressed again. "Nice underpants!" he whistled as the black tanga-thong that Robbie was wearing came into view. Robbie blushed. "Take it off and give it to me!" Byron ordered and the young policeman obeyed. He pulled the thong off and handed it to the black teenager. Byron wrapped it around his c_o_c_k_ and began to wank himself off into the smooth black cotton. "C'mon mate!" Robbie pleaded, "I'll be late!" "Nearly there!" Byron panted as he jacked his lad furiously. It only took a few more minutes before he shot his heavy globs into the material. He wiped his c_o_c_k_ and handed the soaked thong back to its owner. "Put it on again!" Byron commanded. Robbie balked as he slid the sticky garment up over his arse. "Good boy!" Byron said as he slapped Robbie's half-exposed arse and then massaged the goo over his buttocks, "this will remind you that you're mine! Now get your trousers on and f_u_c_k_ off to work! We don't want you to be late do we?"
Robbie went to work feeling quite proud of himself, he had lost his virginity at last! All that day he thought about Byron, and his mind wandered subconsciously to his tanga-thong quite a lot that day.
Byron rose a few hours later. As he got out of bed he noticed that Robbie had left a key of the house with a note inviting him to visit whenever he wanted. "naοve! Byron thought to himself, "cute, empty-headed f_u_c_k_ing idiot, no wonder he's a policeman!" He got dressed and headed back to Brian's place. He smiled when he thought about Robbie humming the theme from Black Beauty he began to think that it might be a better name for his c_o_c_k_! "Yes!" he hissed as he walked, "Black Beauty it is! After all I am black and I am a beauty and I am hung like a horse!"
When he got there Johnny was sleeping in Brian's room this made him quite unhappy! It was almost eleven so he had four hours to wait. He went into his own room to study. He opened his books but he couldn't stop his mind wandering back, again and again, to Robbie Robbie the Bobby, as far as Byron was concerned the young policeman was just f_u_c_k_ing gorgeous and he wanted to keep him forever!
Byron couldn't concentrate so he lay on his bed and pulled out his whanger. "Black Beauty!" he muttered as he began to run his hand up and down the shaft. He threw a pillow over his face and fantasised about this police chum with his lovely bum. He began to pull his lad furiously he was thinking about licking the crevice between Robbie's muscular cheeks he pulled and pulled he was thinking about kissing the heavy sack between D53's legs he was pounding his shaft, running his hand up and down the long black pole he was now thinking of licking Robbie's own impressive shaft his hips were arced off the bed as he pulled and pulled again he was bent over with Robbie behind him doggie-style his balls pulled up in their sack and a small tingle spread through the length of his c_o_c_k_ as his body relaxed in a gentle orgasm. Byron collapsed on the bed and noticed he had absent-mindedly stuck a finger up his own hole!
Byron got up form the bed disgusted with himself. This had been the first time he had ever really fantasised about taking it up the arse D53 was having a powerful effect on him and he wasn't too sure if it was for the better. He walked out of the room and moved towards the kitchen. He boiled a kettle and sat at the table with his cup of tea. There was a lot going on in the young man's mind, he was falling in love and he wasn't sure if it was for the right reasons. "Well!" he thought to himself, "if Robbie wants to be a giver rather than a taker I can let him use Andrew!" With his problem solved, he took his cup and headed back to his room to study. As he passed Brian's door he could hear Johnny breathing in wheezes he glared at the room and went back into his own.
As he sat at his desk he couldn't keep his mind focussed on his books at all. First and foremost, thoughts of Robbie were occupying his mind, secondly he was beginning to feel concerned for Johnny's overall health. It wasn't long before he notices that it was nearly three o'clock. The doctor would be here soon and Byron wasn't in a mood for that maybe he wouldn't arrive! Byron hoped he wouldn't.
He did arrive! It was five past three and there was a knock on the door. Byron opened it and dragged the doctor inside. "You're late!" he snapped as the doctor stumbled past him. The doctor tried to reply but Byron cut him dead. He took him by the elbow and led him to the room where Johnny was still sleeping and wheezing. "That boy needs to go to a hospital!" the doctor remarked immediately. "What do you think he has?" "By the sound of him he has emphysema and by the look of him either malnutrition or Hepatitis!" "Are you sure?" "Reasonably, I don't have my stuff with me, but he should be in a hospital!"
Byron rang Brian and Brian agreed to come home and bring his nephew to casualty. He arrived twenty minutes later and met Byron and the doctor. After getting briefed by the doctor on Johnny's possible condition, Brian ordered a taxi (parking at the Royal Infirmary was impossible) and Raymond explained the situation a bit more as they waited.
"Thanks for briefing me on the situation!" Brian said in his bank-official voice as he left with his nephew. "No problem!" Raymond answered. They were no sooner out the door when Byron spoke. "Thanks for briefing my boyfriend!" he said in a posh accent. Raymond looked at him quizzically. "Now it's time to debrief the doctor!" Byron added. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean get your f_u_c_k_ing kit off and don't ask stupid questions!" he snapped as he began to strip. Raymond smiled and followed suit. When they were both naked they faced each other across Brian's double bed. Byron took his c_o_c_k_ in his hand and waved it at Raymond. Raymond looked him in the eye as Byron's fingers slipped inside the doctor's underpants, gently sliding them down the sides of Raymond's hips to expose the tip of his hard pole. Byron gently moved the c_o_c_k_, so that it popped above his elastic exposing the pulsing head. Then he pulled the white underpants down completely and began to massage Raymond's c_o_c_k_ with his open hand.
Raymond closed his eyes as Byron moved down on him. He opened his mouth and jabbed his tongue toward Raymond's knob. Raymond shook as Byron licked this most intimate part of his body. He teased Raymond, kissing and licking, but not sucking --just yet. Then Byron moved his tongue off Raymond's c_o_c_k_ and paused. Raymond gave no visible response, other than to lie his head back and close his eyes.
Byron bent back down and gently took the wet tool back into his mouth. He rolled it around his mouth and massaged it with his tongue then he swallowed the whole thing. Raymond moaned at the pleasure Byron was able to give him. But Byron withdrew his mouth from Raymond's stiff rod and changed tactic. He pushed the doctor onto the bed and turned him roughly so his arse was in the air then suddenly; SMACK! Byron landed a sharp slap to the doctor's quivering buttocks. "You hurt my arse yesterday Doctor!" Byron snarled, "now you're going to f_u_c_k_ing pay for it! Call me Daddy! This is going to hurt!" "Ah, daddy. Yes, oh yes. God, this is what I've been wanting for so long. More please daddy. Give me some more, please daddy." Byron was happy to oblige, "okay, let's begin!" SMACK, one, Raymond's arse flexed and twitched. SMACK two, the doctor's feet danced in the air as he struggled to stay in place. SMACK three. He pumped his c_o_c_k_ hard into Byron' thighs. SMACK four! "Stay still. I didn't flinch when you were examining me did I? Hold steady." SMACK five! SMACK six! Raymond tried to comply, but he was too excited to be able to hold still. SMACK seven! SMACK eight! SMACK nine! "Ah, daddy. Please! Oh, yes. Spank me, daddy. Oh, God!" Byron kept a steady pace. SMACK ten! SMACK eleven! SMACK twelve! Raymond's bottom was beginning to show some nice colour, the pink area spreading out gradually as more and more swats covered his arse. SMACK thirteen! SMACK fourteen! SMACK fifteen! SMACK sixteen! "Steady. That's the way. Here we go, son." SMACK seventeen! SMACK eighteen! SMACK nineteen! Raymond's breathing came in short gasps. His legs flailed into the air, and his arse flexed and struggled under the steady swats. SMACK twenty! SMACK twenty-one! "That's the way, son. Take your punishments like a man." SMACK twenty-two! SMACK twenty-three! SMACK twenty-four! "Got to show you who is boss." SMACK twenty-five!
When he had spanked the doctor twenty-five times, Byron straddled him. His huge c_o_c_k_ swung into the air at full erection. It dripped. Slowly he spread Raymond's legs apart with his own and, without further ado, he began to force his c_o_c_k_ up the doctor's hole. He took his time, not wanting to inflict more pain than was inevitable. Soon, in spite of Raymond's protests, Byron was inside. His body hovered over Raymond's, his body tightened in anticipation of filling Raymond's arse with cum. Byron rocked his hips gently, sending waves of pleasure through Raymond's body. Slowly Byron continued his rocking, gently f_u_c_k_ing the older man beneath him. He felt more powerful with Raymond than he had ever felt with Brian; his chest rose with each thrust of his huge, hard c_o_c_k_.
Byron began to increase the speed of his thrusts as he rammed his rod between the hard mounds of Raymond's arse. After five minutes he felt his c_o_c_k_ beginning to spew so he pulled out immediately and grabbed his shorts from where they lay by the bed. Byron panted and moaned as he shot his juices into the boxer shorts. He cleaned his c_o_c_k_ on the material and then threw the shorts across the room. Raymond grabbed Byron's shoulder and immediately pulled him towards his as he said "Thank you, Byron!" Byron grinned. "Okay Raymond, get dressed we're going to meet somebody else now!" He took the keys of Robbie's house and headed off with the doctor in tow for an exciting evening with the s_e_x_y, athletic, cute but submissive doctor!