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 Ring Road Boy : by (C) Hamilton Joyce.

   Roland Pallisser-Smythe bit into his toast and marmalade and looked at
the small heap of mail Muriel had put on the table beside him.

   'Anything interesting, dear?' she had called from the kitchen.

   The smell of frying bacon cheered him up this working day.

   'Looks like bills, darling.'

   He picked up the only one that looked as if it might not be and opened
it with his table knife.

   He blanched, and his heart raced.  There was a photo, a dvd and a brief
note.  He read it again.  "Play the dvd when there's no-one else about. 
It's a copy and only five minutes, but we have the original and you might
like to buy that.  You know where you can meet me this evening or tomorrow
evening."

   Blackmail!

   He looked again at the photo.  He recognised the boy from the week
before.  Thank heavens he had not opened it when his wife was there: he
could have done.  He shuddered at the thought, and crammed the buff
envelope into his jacket pocket.  He would park up later and play the video
in the car.

   .................

   It had been a Friday evening about a month before on his way back from a
week working on the Scottish Project.  It had been all work and no play and
he was looking forward to fucking Muriel later.  In fact he was feeling
horny just thinking about it as he swung off the motor-way onto the Ring
Road.  It was just dusk and the first lay-bye was still empty: the evening
prostitutes were not yet in their customary stations.  As he drove slowly
in the heavy Friday evening traffic the orange sodium street lights came
on. The second lay-bye was empty too: pity as he enjoyed looking at the
girls though he would not dream of having one of them.  Never paid for sex
yet and never would!

   There was a figure in the third lay-bye, and as he drove past at the
speed of the traffic, about 20, he saw it was a boy standing in the pool of
light just as a tart would later.  Never seen a boy on the game before!

   As he drove on he thought about the boy: he clearly was on the game. 
And he looked attractive, young and pretty.  Roland Pallisser-Smythe had
had a friend who looked like him thirty years before.  They had never had
sex together, and that was a shame, something he had often regretted.  If
you don't have teenage boys when you are a teenage boy yourself you never
will...  too bloody dangerous!  He sometimes had fleeting casual sex with
guys but had never had a boy.  His cock was well stiff now thinking about
that boyhood friend and his look-alike in the lay-bye.  He went round the
next roundabout, promising himself another look at the boy and then back to
Muriel.

   Across the six lanes of traffic he could see the boy was still there and
there were no cars in his lay-bye.

   Heart racing now, round the roundabout and back past the two empty
lay-byes, and almost without thinking pulled over alongside the street
light.  He opened the BMW's passenger-side window and the boy came over and
leaned on it.  He was every bit as good-looking as he had seemed at first
glance, and was quiet spoken with the strong local accent.

   'Evening, Mister.'

   'Hello.You waiting for someone?'

   'I think I may have found him.  Can I get in for a minute or two.... 
it's cold out here in shorts.'

   He opened the door, noted the quality of the car, that the guy was very
well-dressed, expensive watch, wedding ring.

   'It's twenty quid for an hour, thirty for two.'

   'And what do I get for that?'

   'Back to my place....it's very nice....  shower together and then my
body to do whatever you want, cock, mouth, bum.  Anything, but no bdsm and
no scat.'

   'I'm not into wierd stuff.  But I get to fuck you?'

   'Yes....  with condoms.'

   Roland Pallisser-Smythe noted the plural "condoms".  He would get to
fuck this pretty arse, jutting suggestively as it had in those sawn-off
jeans, fuck it more than once.

   'You're on.  Direct me as we drive.'

   Beyond learning the boy wanted to be called Jacko, they drove in
silence.

   He could not see what the boy was texting, but we can know.  "Hi Marcus.
Got one.  New BMW.  Married.  J.'

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   The house was in the outer northern suburbs, where the almost-country
lanes hid large residences at the end of leafy drives.

   'This is it....  just pull round the side where no-one can see the car
or number plate.'

   Roland was impressed by the boy's discretion: that reduced the danger a
lot.  The risk of discovery, trial, humiliation, prison and bad treatment
in prison had receded agreeably.

   'I live with my Dad and he's working nights this month'.

   Roland had a momentary doubt: strange a guy with the money to live in
this nice place worked shifts...  the doubt was forgotten as the boy spoke.

   'Twenty or thirty, mister?'

   Jesus!  Roland thought.  I never paid before, and an underage boy.  I
should turn right round, put him in the car and take him back to the Ring
Road.  Right now!

   But the sight of the boy's bum, jutting slightly in his too-tight shiny
sports shorts, the t-shirt again too tight across his chest, his wavy hair
and confident smile, all this over-ruled caution and conscience.  He took a
twenty and a ten from his wallet and handed them to the boy, who stuck them
in a pocket at his waist.

   He was desperately horny as the boy worked the yale-lock and let them
in.

   The boy led his client straight upstairs to an obviously teenage
bedroom....  footballers and film posters on the walls, lap-top, TV, untidy
generally, and a double bed.  a big one!  Roland would have expected the
boy to have a divan bed, but let that "not quite right" pass as well as the
boy fell to his knees and started to fumble with Roland's belt.  He was
skilled and had the belt undone, the button at the waist popped and the zip
down in no time.  As Roland's charcoal grey suit trousers fell to his
ankles, the boy was nuzzling his cock through smart cotton boxer shorts. 
The boy noted the label across the front and his practised, professional
eye knew them to be genuine, not fakes.

   'Nice big, hard cock, mister.  I want some of that.'

   This was Roland's last chance: anything more than this and he was laying
himself open to frightening possibilities.  But the boy's blonde hair was
so fine and silky to his touch as he held his head, his hands and wrists so
white and fine on his thighs and hips, those smiling, admiring eyes so
innocent and blue: as ever, cock over-ruled head.

   'You'll get it, Jacko, I promise!'

   Boxer shorts round ankles now and the boy closing his lips around a knob
already leaking pre-cum.  The boy reached behind his client and those soft
hands caressed the muscles of a hard, masculine bum.  With a sudden
realisation that he could cum any moment now, Roland pulled his cock from
the boy's mouth.  He wanted that arse!  It was what the internet porn sites
called "Bubble bum", inviting sex.

   'Let's get naked....'

   The boy was stripped in seconds, even as Roland was still struggling
with shirt and tie watching as the boy lay naked on his bed, an inviting
smile on his lips.

   'You're beautiful, Jacko!'

   'And you're not so bad either, Mister: got the sort of strong, hairy
body us boys like most.  Come here!'

   The boy had made him wear a condom....  which was reassuring but did
nothing to stop him coming too soon.  His hard cock slipped easily into the
boy as he knelt on the edge of the bed but scarcely half-a-dozen thrusts
was all it took before he came.

   And then panic set in.  Visions of arrest, trial, imprisonment....  how
could he have been so stupid.  Must get out of here, and quick.  The boy
watched from the bed as he hurriedly dressed: no comments.  It must have
happened before.

   .............................................................

   At home Muriel was waiting for him in her sexiest see-through nightie.
Roland had recovered enough to get his customary hard-on looking at her
firm little breasts and equally firm butt.  She looked after herself for
him!

   She could see he was hard, and feel it too while they kissed, but he
said he needed a shower so she waited for him on their bed.

   He fucked her well and then they had dinner.  She was surprised that he
wanted her again soon after and yet again in the morning.

   It was, of course, Jacko's sweet body he imagined he was fucking each
time.....

   .....................................................................

   The boy was in the lay-bye that evening.  He got in and Roland drove
off.

   'Back for more, Mister?'

   'You know what I'm back for, Jacko.  We've got to talk.'

   Round the roundbout, back, round the first roundabout and back to stop
in the first lay-bye, the one with no street light.  He cut the engine.

   'I've a deal to offer you Jacko, a good one.'

   Silence!

   'That's not your father is it?'

   Silence!

   'And I'll bet you don't get the twenty pounds, thirty pounds either.'

   Silence!

   'I'll take that as a yes correct!  By the way, you don't charge enough:
you could get double that, probably treble.'

   'I know....but he says the real money is in the shake-down.'

   'The blackmail.  So he takes the cash.  You get a bed and board?  Is
that it?'

   'He gives me a bit of cash.....'

   'I can give you a much better deal.  How about your own service-flat and
keep all the money you earn?'

   'He'd kill me, or at least have me knee-capped or something.'

   'He'd never find you.  The flat's in Edinburgh.'

   'I get to keep all the cash?'

   'Sure!  It's my flat, but I only use it Monday to Friday nights.  The
other three nights and all day every day it would be for you alone....and
your guys of course.'

   'You'd want to fuck me those four nights?'

   'I'd like that....'

   'I wouldn't mind.....'

   'One other thing.  I'd want you to get that original recording back for
me.'

   'That's easy: they are all in a filing cabinet, along with your address,
phone and car number, all on the packet.  You'll need all that and then
he'll never find you either.'

   'Then it's a deal?'

   'Yes.  Can you pick me up Monday morning ten?  You know the
house....it's 3 Deepvale Close.  He'll be out at nine so the coast will be
clear.  I'll have a couple of suitcases.'

   'Great!  I get a hard on just sitting beside you.'

   'I'll fix that.  I've wanted to suck you off since last week.  Lovely
big cock.  Here, let me give you a quickie to seal the deal.'

   ...................................................................

   The boy had never flown before and his boyish excitement as he pointed
out the window continually made him doubly attractive.  Roland would have
loved to have cuddled him, but did not of course.  They looked like father
and son and it was important to keep that illusion going.

   'I looked up where the flat is and it's right in the centre of things.'

   'Yes.  I got it so I can walk to work.'

   'And I'll be able to walk to mine too.' He giggled.  'I looked that up
too and there's several places where guys go to pick-up quite close. 
You're right at the edge of the City's gay quarter.'

   'I didn't know that when I rented the place, but it's pretty obvious
when you walk around the area.  That reminds me: you'll need to change your
email addresses and anything else he might know.  He may try to find you,
get you back.  And the dvd of course.'

   'Is your mobile switched off?'

   'Yeah!  I think you have to on a plane don't you?'

   'Leave it off and we'll buy you a new one when we get to Edinburgh. 
same reason....he could trace you through that.'

   'He'll be gutted.  I took a lot of other envelopes too.  They're in my
case.'

   'Christ!  Why on earth....'

   'I thought about it.  If I just took yours he'd know who I was with now.
He can't go chasing after dozens.  Anyway, it'll be fun to look at them
again.'

   'I'm going to destroy them.  There's a furnace where I'm working.'

   'After I've shown you them them,......  Dad.'

   His smile as he said that made Roland feel almost tender towards him. 
Almost.

   ..........................................................

   In the taxi from the airport, the boy had given his new protector a
quick grope, finding as he had expected, a hard cock.

   But in the flat they unpacked his two cases first.

   'You have some good clothes, Jacko.'

   'Pays to look well-dressed in my game, Dad.  Though the shorts and
footie shirt brings them in best unless the weather's bad.'

   'Christ!  What's that?'

   'Some of the johns like me dressed girlie....  I've got a wig and
several pairs of shoes in here as well.  Those guys always pay more!'

   'I reckoned you were too cheap.  What's the going rate?'

   'Well, I'm good!  So I'm going to try for sixty for an hour, a hundred
for two and three hundred all night till eight-thirty.  Of course if they
want me girlie, or want me to do them, or want to be tied up or spanked
that's more.  But most who are into boys just want my mouth or bum. 
Speaking of which....'

   He shut the wardrobe door, took the two steps towards Roland and arms
around his neck kissed him.

   'Let's christen that bed, Dad.'

   The boy felt good in Roland's arms and especially his bottom even under
layers of clothes.  He could feel Jacko's cock hard against him as they
kissed, and then the boy's hand feeling him up.

   Roland was undressed in moments, casting his clothes carelessly onto a
chair and laying naked on the bed.

   Jacko took longer, teasing his new owner but teasing himself as well as
he looked at the strong and soooo masculine body.  He took his time
undressing, hanging his jacket and trousers up in the wardrobe, slowly
unbottoning his shirt, bending over for his shoes and socks, giving Roland
a taster of paradise in that cute arse still discretely clad in little-boy
white y-fronts.  He turned again and faced Roland who could now ogle him at
his leisure, taking in the slender, smooth legs, tanned, hairless chest,
little brown nipples, blue eyes, blonde hair.  He had been in such a hurry,
so filled with a mixture of fear and lust that first evening, that the boy
had registered as beautiful but the detail had gone unrecorded in his
memory.

   As he watched, cock twitching in anticipation the boy slowly lowered
those white cotton underpants and stood there naked, deliberately posing.
he knew he looked good!

   Roland took in the erect cock, bigger perhaps than he half-remembered
but still boyish, the little triangle of golden curls, naked hairless
balls, and above all a happy and confident smile.

   'Like what you see?'

   'I like.'

   'Well, it's all yours, Dad.'

   As the boy got onto the bed Roland could see he had sunbathed in
speedos, his bottom white in contrast to the golden tan of his back and
thighs.  A sort of target to aim for was the thought that crossed his mind.

   'I brought my condoms and lube....they are in that Tesco bag.  How do
you want me, Dad?'

   'Kneeling.'

   The boy looked even better this way, his tanned back leading the eye
towards his cute little butt with its glaring tan line.  Roland knelt
behind him and caressed his bottom-cheeks, and then gently parted the
halves of the peach.  The boy's anus was as pretty as the rest of him,
smooth and hairless of course, pinky-brown and nicely puckered.  He leaned
forward and kissed it: he just had to rim the boy.  Fucking could wait
while he enjoyed this temptation.

   Jacko felt his rough chin, then the softness of his lips, and then the
probing tongue.  He giggled.  It tickled.  It always did, but was so very
good to feel.

   Roland himself felt the boy pushing backwards to give more penetration,
and as he reached under the kneeling lad he found a hard little cock.  The
boy was certainly up for it.

   'That's lovely, Dad, but come on, I want to be fucked.

   Roland, sadly, was very used to condoms and put it on skillfully,
greasing first his latex-covered cock and then the boy's anus.

   Jacko looked back over his shoulder a moment and gave one of his
heart-warming smiles: Roland knew from his eyes he was genuinely happy and
this was not just a professional escort's act.  The boy wanted it, and
wanted it now.  He rubbed his cock up and down the boy's delicious
arse-crease and then positioned his knob, holding his cock in one hand and
the boy's arse with the other.  a push and he was in.  A sigh from the boy
and the buttocks leaning back slightly as he pushed until the full length
was in, his hairy crotch resting on that smooth, white triangle of flesh.

   'You're lovely and tight, Jacko.  I'd forgotten how good it could feel.'

   'Feels good to me too, Dad.  Now fuck me.  I've been looking forward to
it all day....'

   Roland fucked, long slow thrusts the full length, two hands on the boy's
hips holding him in place.  he looked down at that slender, tanned back and
his only worry was that he would cum too quick.

   'Faster, Dad.  please.'

   Roland moved his knees slightly and that changed the angle of his cock
in the boy's anus.'

   'Christ!  That's great, Dad.  you're rubbing just right in there.  Fuck!
I can feel you every time.  Just like that!'

   The boy was panting and swearing, lost in pleasure: the man was equally
lost his cock with a life of its own, his thighs bashing into the boy with
every thrust making a slapping sound.

   'Jeez!  I'm cumming!'

   The boy had not touched his cock, his hands by his head, buried in the
pillows, but when Roland reached beneath him to feel his cock his fist was
bathed in boy-juice as Jacko spurted.  This triggered Roland who cme as
well, a big, body-shaking orgasm, his best in years.

   Still deep inside the boy he rolled the two of them over on their sides,
and they lay there silent, his arms around the boy, his belly against the
boy's bottom, a hand on his cock and balls.

   Finally Jacko's arse expelled the now half-hard cock.

   He reached for the tissues by the bed and pulled the condom off.

   'You'll need to wash: bit messy!'

   'Sorry!  usually I douche, but I got carried away today and forgot.'

   'No problem!  Goes with the territory.'

   ..................................................................

   While Jacko was in the bathroom his new "Dad" thought about it.  It
might be illegal and dangerous, but the sex was so good he would just have
to risk it.

   The boy came back and lay on the bed, his head using Roland's belly as a
cushion.

   'Pity we had to use a condom.  You must have bare-backed when you were
young, I mean before Aids.'

   'That's the first time I ever had a boy, Jacko.'

   'Even when you were a boy.  I mean most.....'

   'Oh we played about as boys, wanking together, seeing who could squirt
furthest, but never O or A.  Never.  The closest we ever got was fucking
each other between the legs, never inside.'

   'Missed a lot!  Regrets?'

   'Of course.  would have been happy memories.  But I'll make up for it
now.  I agree it's a pity about the condom.'

   I always use one for anal, not for oral.  I don't care about other
STDs...  soon fixed with antibiotics.  No, only Aids.'

   'Glad to hear it!  I haven't had sex bare-back for years and years.'

   'With your wife, though....'

   'Even with her!  She doesn't get on with the pill, so it's rubbers too.'

   'Dad, if we got tested, both of us, and then promised always to use
condoms fucking anyone else, we could bare-back.'

   'Let's do that!'

   'What's the password for your wifi?  I'll look up the clinic.'

   The lad sat on the bed, naked, tapping the laptop.  Roland lay back
watching, enjoying ownersip of a beautiful boy.

   'There's a place here that does an instant test, but it only works for
exposures over a month ago,'

   'I haven't had any sex without a condom for bloody years'.

   'Nor me....  let's go for it!'

   He put the laptop on the floor by the bed and lay again his head on
Roland's hairy but hard, muscular belly.

   'I like my new Dad!'

   The boy was combing Roland's body hair with the tips of his fingers, and
he leaned up and kissed him on a nipple.

   'He's dead sexy!'

   'This afternoon we'll walk into town and buy you a new mobile, then get
tested.'

   'Great, and there's a few places I want to check out in daylight and
with a man along.  Gay cruising grounds.  I looked them up.  Quite near
here there's a Cemetry and a park or gardens of some sort, and two or three
"cottages" guys use.  I expect they'll be as good as my old lay-bye
especially as within walking distance of here.

   ....................................................

   The boy wore a too-tight t-shirt and his shiny football shorts, his long
legs tanned and his feet without socks in their white trainers.  He looked
sex on wheels, and the guy in the phone shop was all over him, taking his
time explaining the advantages of the most expensive option in the shop. 
Roland happily paid, as he did for some grey trousers and a pink shirt in
another boutique.

   'Reckon I'll look gay in these!'

   'Devastating!  They'll be fighting to get at you, Jacko.'

   The abandoned cemetry was encouraging: there were several guys walking
about....  obviously cruising, some of them in business suits....  and on
one of several benches there was a boy sprawling back in the sun, legs open
and outstretched.

   'Rent boy if ever I saw one,' murmured Jacko.

   'No competition for you though: you're much better looking.  Much!'

   They checked out the public toilets, but although the grafitti told they
were used by gays to pick up, only the one in some gardens looked good to
Jacko.  There was a bench where you could sit and watch who went in and for
how long.

   'I reckon the cemetry will be best, and then this one.  There's a few
others too, but they are probably too far from the flat.  And there's some
gay bars and clubs...  can't go in of course, but could cruise around
outside.'

   The clinic was in a converted private house and they went in separately,
the boy first, Roland five minutes later.  No questions were asked, cash
accepted and both were pronounced clean.

   It was late afternoon by the time they had done all this and Jacko
wanted to go back to show his new Dad some of the dvds before they were
destroyed...  and also to have a bb fuck!  They had a quick fast-food meal,
Roland promising a proper dinner tomorrow, called in at the supermarket for
four bags of food, drink, and most important a bottle of Johnson's baby
oil, and then back in a taxi to the flat.

   Undr the eyes of the Asian driver Roland managed to keep his hands off
those long, tanned, naked legs!

   .............................................................

   Roland soon got bored with the short blackmail dvds.

   'I've had enough of these, Jacko.  Just any you've got of you dressed
girly.  I'd like to see those.'

   The boy sorted through the heap.

   'There's only two.'

   The girlie-boy was gorgeous.  Long blonde hair, only make-up pink
lipstick and matching toe and fingernail varnish.  She posed by the window
in what Roland recognised as the bedroom of the house in Deepvale Close,
dressed in the sort of clothes a fifteen year old girl might wear to go
clubbing.  Silver high heels, a very short denim skirt, just about covering
her butt and showing off those perfect legs, and a tight cotton top
covering small breasts and leaving a inch or so of tanned mid-riff to tempt
the boys.  She smiled as she advanced on a fat, middle-aged man in a dark
business suit standing by the bed Roland now remembered well, knelt in
front of him, unzipped him, pulled out his hard, little cock and with the
skill of much practise sucked him off.

   'You're gorgeous as a girlie, Jacko.'

   'That one didn't want my arse!'

   'Foolish fellow!'

   Jacko laughed and put the second dvd in the slot under the television
set.

   This one was just the sex act itself.  The same skirt and top were
laying at the foot of the bed, Jacko kneeling on it in bra, suspender belt,
stockings and those same silver shoes.  The panties, black like all the
lingerie, must have been open-crotch because the guy shagging her had no
problem getting past them to her male pussy.  The film concentrated on
getting clear film of the guy's face and body of course....after all that
was the purpose, and he was worth looking at, young and fit.  But there was
enough of Jacko's loveliness to give Roland a raging hard.

   'I can see why you charge extra for that, Jacko.You're fantastic.  I
never had a chick with a dick.'

   'You want me to dress up, Dad?  I will if you do.  I like that too.'

   'Not just now, but I will!  Just now I want that bare-back fuck, raw.'

   'Me too!'

   The boy was reaching for the baby oil on the bedside cabinet and
greasing Roland's cock before wiping his hands down his own arse crease.'

   'Just fuck me!  I've been looking forward to this ever since we found we
were both clean!  Jeez, I've often wondered what it would be like raw!  How
do you want me?'

   'Kneel down.  I love your cute bottom and lovely back....'

   One palm on each buttock he spead those firm little cheeks: the secret
place glistened with oil and just invited Roland to rub his cock head over
it.  The boy leaned backwards and the extra pressure allowed Roland's knob
to slip easily in.

   That satisfied sigh again from Jacko.  As Roland slid the whole length
in he was completely confident that the boy loved this, wanted it, needed
it.  His arse wriggled as with long, slow thrusts the fucking began.

   Roland realised what he had been missing those years of using condoms.
The boy's arse was still tight, gripping his cock delightfully, but the
sensations were stronger, the pleasure greater.

   For the boy it did not feel that different, but the knowledge that his
lover was closer than ever, closer than the guys who were merely clients,
that soon his body would receive his lover's hot, creamy cum, that his
little bottom-hole would be filled by it, all this increased the pleasure
and excitement.

   It may have been an illusion, but it even felt as if his prostate was
being rubbed better bare-back, massaged so effectively that....

   'Jeez!  It's good.  I'm gonna cum!'

   'Cum, darling!'

   The words had just slipped out, the first time he had called the boy
"darling", but it had seemed so natural this time.  They were closer than
they had ever been before.  Roland came, grasping the boy's thighs as he
did so, with short, sharp jabs of his cock.

   He leaned forward after and kissed the boy in the small of his tanned
back, whispering, 'That was so good!'

   'You called me "darling".

   'Well, you are.'

   'I'll dress up for you tonight, dad, and be your darling little girl...'

   When Jacko's bottom finally expelled Roland's cock, the spasm made a
little spurt of cum.

  
..........................................................................

   You wait for me in bed, Dad, and I'll get dressed a bit out here.

   Minutes later the boy stood in the bedroom doorway in the classic
cheesecake pose, and that did not look out of place.  He was beautiful!

   Or she!

   Shoulder length blonde hair, her shortie nightie shimmered pink silk,
and the bay doll panties that went with it did not hide the cocklet's
erection.  Her legs were bare but very feminine in strappy gold high heeled
slippers, pink toenails matching her lipstick and nail varnish.

   'Come here!'

   She smiled, 'You like?'

   'I like!  Come here!'

   She laughed.  His voice had gone down an octave.  Sheer lust!  But she
made the two steps to the bed, and shoes still on lay down beside him.

   He pushed her over on her back.  The night-dress was slippery under his
hands, but he could feel her tiny nipples hard and erect under it.  Erect,
too, her cock making a little tent in the nylon as he stroked it.

   'Kiss me, Dad!'

   But he wanted her body not her lips, her body enhanced and made even
more exciting by the sissy-boy nightie.  He pulled the nightdress up
uncovering her flat belly and tanned mid-riff.  He kissed her there and
stuck his tongue into her belly button.  Her cock twitched.  Higher now his
lips found her nipples and nibbled at them.

   Now he gave her the kiss she wanted on her lips, open mouthed, tongue
inside her, long and passionate.

   When they came up for air he whispered, 'I'm going to fuck you like I
fuck girlies, on your back, darling.'

   'Please, Daddy.  Put a pillow under my bottom....'

   'We'll need these off, pretty as they are....'

   She raised her hips and he slid the panties down her long legs and over
her high heels.  A pillow under her arse and her anus, tight closed again,
seemed exactly right for him as he squatted in front of her.  More baby oil
on cock and arsehole and he lay on top of her.

   She gasped at his weight, but it was so sexy to feel that heavy
strength, the hairy belly and thighs against her smoothness, the cock-head
pushing at her, just missing, and then finding the place and sliding in. 
Her eyes closed as she gave that contented sigh he had grown to love.

   It was a good fuck, longer, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.  Sometimes
they whispered and rested to fuck again.  By the time he came she felt
well-satisfied, well-fucked, well-filled with cum.

   ......................................................................

   Roland and his love slept deep but he awoke in the middle of the night
to find himself pressed up against her back as she lay on her side.  His
cock was resting in her arse-crease.

   For a moment he thought it was his wife Muriel but then the happy
realisation it was his boy Jacko and all he had to do was to push a
bit.....and, yes, he was in the boy again.  He fucked him slowly, gently,
not wanting to wake him.  One arm over the sleeping boy he felt his nipple
through the slippery nylon.

   The boy stirred and woke.

   A sleepy voice , 'I dreamed you were fucking me, Daddy, and when I woke
up you were.'

   'I woke up and wanted you so badly again I just had to.'

   he was fucking harder now and reached over the boy to grasp his cock,
gratifyingly hard.  He masturbated the boy as he fucked him.  Roland's
balls had been emptied by the earlier huge orgasms and it was a long,
violent session, but finally the boy came, his boy-juice making Roland's
hand slide along his cock so easily.  The feel of the cum and the boy's
sleepy pleasure made him cum too, and then sleep again.

  
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....

   In the morning there was just time to shower together and Jacko had his
big, strong male lover kneel before him and suck him off, cradling
near-hairless balls in one hand while he fondled the boy's wet buttocks
with the other.  The stream of boyjuice in his mouth was surprisingly
strong....

   ................

   It was nearly seven when Roland got back from work, and was greeted by a
ravishing blonde in an off-the-shoulder white silk dress, full length.  her
silver high heels just peeped out the bottom as she reached up to kiss him.
he was instantly hard.

   'It's steak and chips and then bed, Daddy!'

   'Good day.'

   'I brought one guy back here, think he was French by the accent.  Anyway
he paid for an hour, but was in a hurry and had to go as soon as he'd
fucked me.  Says he's on leave from the oil rigs, and wants to see me
again. also his mates there will be interested.  so looks good!'

   Roland could not remember when he had last shagged a girl in open-crotch
panties, suspender belt and glossy seamed stockings, with her legs around
his neck, the feel of nylon against his neck and cheeks, the sight of her
tiny hand wanking away at a pretty little cock....  well, he would
certainly remember this one!  And so would she, a bare-back fuck, cock
sliding easily in and out her male-pussy, his hands on her nipples....she
would have loved to have breasts at this moment, just to please him the
more.  With her free hand she combed the thick black hair on his chest and
belly.  She came, he came.

   There was no mess.

   'I douched before you came home, Daddy....'

   so they lay together and whispered how pretty, how strong and handsome,
how smooth, how lovely and hairy, lovely cock, great huge cock.  Whispered
endearments, compliments, love.  And then her mouth on his cock making it
stiff, her kneeling for him and waggling her arse suggestively, him up her
again, powerful thrusts.

   A honeymoon night could not have been more loving, more sexy, more
satisfying.

   .........................................

   The weekend it was back to Muriel, and straight to bed: she was a good
fuck he had to admit, but that bloody nuisance of a condom....

   He lay on top of her, hips grinding away at her, and as ever she started
to come.  How she wished he would have the vasectomy like Jason.  Roland
was nice and fucked well, but it was not the same with a condom.  However,
with the help of her fingers (not needed with Jason) she could cum.

   'Yes!  Oh yes!  fuck That's good.  Oooooh!  Jason!  Oh yes, darling,
like that Oh,oh, oh.' She panted and grunted her pleasure.

   As he fucked Roland was remembering Jacko's sweet body.....but as his
wife came he was aware enough to spot that she too was remembering or
fantasising....."Jason".

   Perhaps she had a lover.  He hoped so....  he would have his freedom. 
Perhaps it would be worth telling her he had a girl in Edinburgh (not a
boy....certainly not that!).  He would think about it.

   He came.

   In the night he awoke as he had with Jacko, his cock in his wife's
bum-crease.  For a moment he thought he was still with his little angel,
but then the truth came flooding in.  He would have to stop, put on the
light and his glasses, open a foil, put on the condom....  he just could
not be arsed.  Probably feeling the pressure of her husband's knob on her
cunt lips his wife was dreaming, and he heard again "Jason, oh, oh. 
Darling Jason.....".

   Now he was sure!  Roland turned over and went to sleep again.



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   Three years passed in the pleasure of buggering a pretty boy, even
prettier when playing the sissy-boy.

   In the meantime the Scottish Project had been completed: on time, on
budget.  Probably as a reward for this Roland had been made Manager of the
new plant, and was now permanently in Edinburgh.  The flat had gone,
replaced by a stylish town house, owned by him and still in the gay
district.  Jacko (Josephine) had his/her own room, but they still had
plenty of sex together.  She had a separate entrance up the fire escape if
she brought a client home, but a lot of her sex was in hotels nowadays with
passing business men and workers from the oil platforms and construction
yards.

   Jacko mostly cross-dressed now and no longer cruised parks and cottages.
The gay and tranny clubs and bars were his scene, and Josephine had become
a locally famous drag act, entertaining with a mix of song, dance, and
outrageously naughty stand-up humour.  The guys knew they could have her
probably, but only if she fancied them and they could afford her.  She was
expensive....building a healthy portfolio of investments too with the help
of one or two of her regular clients who knew about these things.

   He seldom saw Muriel now.  They had not bothered to divorce as Jason was
not interested in marriage: Muriel was just a good fuck to him, and in any
case he liked the three-somes when Roland did visit.  It excited Muriel as
well when Jason fucked her husband (with a condom as Roland always
remembered his promise to Jacko), and it made her cunt juicy just to think
about Roland watching when Jason fucked her, better still fingering her
clit the while, or best of all if the sex-position was right sucking her
clit while Jason ploughed her.  Jason would always "repeat" when husband
and wife sucked his balls and cock until he was hard again.  The occasional
menage a trois worked well.

   For much of those happy years Roland had known that one day his little
bird would fly the nest, and was ready for that as she became older and
more worldly wise.

   So he was not surprised really when he arrived back from work one
evening to find a handwritten envelope on the dining room table, and
Jacko's room emptied of most of his possessions.

   'My darling Daddy.  I should have had the courage to do this in person,
but I just could not take that....  I am going to America: by the time you
read this I will be on a plane to a new life in Washington (the city not
the state).  A military plane, would you believe it?  I've met a guy I like
a lot, American.  Not as much as I love you, perhaps, but still a lot.  He
works in some secret branch of the US Government and it was easy for him to
get me a passport with a new name and a whole new life story.  He says he
does it all the time, and I am now in theory employed by them.  "We use
pretty girls and pretty boys a lot in my line of work" he says.  I rather
think I'll be back in the blackmail business, this time working for a
Government, but I'm not sure.  Anyway he says a lovely tranny with a US
passport and an English accent can earn her fortune on-the-side over there,
apart from my official salary.  So it was too good an opportunity to miss.
All I can say is thank you, darling Roland, for all those happy times. 
You're a very nice man, and I love you!  I hate to think you will be
lonely, and have asked a pretty and bright boy to knock on your door at
nine o'clock tonight.  Be nice to him: he's only twelve and has had a hard
life so far.  He likes sex and is good at it you'll find and perhaps his
life is about to get better.  Love, Jacko (and Josephine.)

   ............................................

   There was time to cook a meal, and then shower, and he was still in his
bath-towel robe when the doorbell rang.

   He opened it, and standing there was a pretty little lad, dusky.  The
first thing Roland saw was his eye-lashes, long and black, his eyes dark
and sultry.  He was in singlet and shorts, and he looked slender and very
beautful.

   'I'm Hassan.  Jacko sent me.' His smile was shy but very sexy with those
full lips.

   'I'm, Roland.  Come in Hassan.'

   The boy took in the handsome face and well-built fitness of his new
host, and was content, even a bit excited.

   A new beginning for man and boy?

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