Lord Byron 11 - Out of the pan .... Byron moved in with Brian on a permanent basis that day. Brian thought it better that Byron use the guest room until everything returned to normal. Byron objected but accepted the decision on condition that he could still sleep overnight in Brian's room whenever he wanted. He was to keep his stuff in his own room.
Byron returned to his own home the next morning, he knew that his parents would be working. He packed his remaining belongings, including (at Brian's insistence) his schoolbooks, then he struggled to the bus stop and set off for Brian's place. When Carlyle came home that evening he changed the lock on the front door so as to debar his son's entry into his home – he hated Byron. He hadn't a problem with his son's s_e_x_uality, he had tried to be open minded and liberal in his approach, but to think that his son was matching kids off with each other – it disgusted him! His disgust turned to rage when he went upstairs and found that Byron had removed all his belongings from the house. Carlyle had thought that Byron would have been back within a day or two, but he was wrong.
Carlyle and Chrissie waited a week. There was no word from Byron. "You shouldn't have hit him so hard!" Chrissie wailed. "You were far too unforgiving! You lost my boy on me!" Chrissie's continued moaning and blaming infuriated her husband – "and what did you think I should do?" he roared, but she had no answers either. A second week passed and still, there was no word from Byron, Carlyle knew there was no way the boy intended to come home without some encouragement. Without saying anything to Chrissie he took a few days off work and set off in search of his son and Brian Harrison. He found a sympathetic worker for British Telecom who discreetly 'leaked' details of calls made from the Lord household over the previous two months. He ran home with the list and went through the numbers hoping to find the one that would connect him with his son.
Carlyle's finger trembled as he reached for the telephone to dial the number he presumed to be Brian's. It was almost seven o'clock, he had waited until Chrissie left for her weekly visit to her sister – the two of them weren't talking much anyway.
Byron looked at Brian as the phone rang noisily in the sitting room. "You get it!" Byron suggested as he rolled over and let his c_o_c_k_ flop from his boyfriend's arse as he turned. Byron admired Brian's arse as he walked out of the room, the cheeks moving regularly and steadily as he walked. Brian picked up the telephone. "Hello!" he said, then silence. "Yes, hello Mr. Lord!" he said loudly so that Byron could hear. Byron pulled a dressing gown about himself and scurried into the room after Brian, he made frantic gestures to Brian not to say that he was there. "No Mister Lord, he's not here right now," Brian was smiling as he stared at the frantic Byron. Byron made quite a comical act, he was waving his arms in a frenzy, his now flaccid lad was hanging out below the hem of the gown and swinging from side to side, he was scrunching up his face, shaking his head and almost doing ballet – in his efforts to communicate with Brian without saying a word. "Yeah he was here last week one evening, he left a load of stuff here and the next day when I came home from work there was more stuff in my guest room and a note from George saying that he'd call me in the next day or two, but he hasn't done so yet!" Byron was running his index finger across his throat and c_o_c_k_ing his arse backwards and pretending to spank it, threatening Brian not to say any more. Brian was amused by Byron's antics but the smile suddenly disappeared from his face, he turned his back to Byron and listened intently to what Carlyle was saying. "Yes!" silence "I will!" more silence, Byron was dying to find out what his father was saying but Brian's silence gave no clues. Brian hung up. "What was that about?" "He apologised!" "F_u_c_k_ him!" Byron screamed, "he beat me up and now he's sorry, well I don't f_u_c_k_ing care if he's f_u_c_k_ing sorry or not! He can f_u_c_k_ off, he's a bastard, nothing but a violent, aggressive, stupid, f_u_c_k_ing bastard!"
Brian called Carlyle from work the next day, he explained to him that Byron was with him and that he was staying in the guestroom. Carlyle was grateful to Brian for his call, he understood that Byron was angry, but he wanted to meet up with him. Brian explained that this was inadvisable at the moment and suggested that they wait a while until Byron had calmed down. Carlyle agreed and the call ended.
Carlyle's mood changed after a few pints with his friends after work that day. It wasn't his custom to go drinking after a day's work, but since Byron stormed out Carlyle drank three or four pints each evening before returning to the silence of his wife. "I'd get the coppers on to that Brian bloke if I was you!" Fred Coldridge, a workmate suggested. Carlyle had confided in Fred over the last few days, "that f_u_c_k_ing pervert has your son in his house and he's keeping him – call the filth, he's no right to keep your son!"
Carlyle took Fred's advice and rang 999 from a public phone box on his way home. "Hello emergency which service do you require?" the operator chimed. "Police!" Carlyle snapped and he was connected automatically. "This is the police, can I help you!" "Yes!" Carlyle slurred, "my son is being held captive by a pervert – hiccup – a queer one at that!" "Have you been drinking sir?" the operator asked politely. "Yeah I have!" Carlyle said with a bravado, "if your son was in danger wouldn't you do the same?" "No sir, I wouldn't! Is there any way I can verify this call sir?" "Verify?" Carlyle slurred in disbelief, "the pervert's name is Brian Harrison, he works in a bank and he's got my eighteen year old son!" "Are you near home at the moment sir?" "yes" "Well, could you ring the detective unit at Salford when you get to your home and give the details to them please sir?" "Why?" "This is emergency only sir, your son's situation is different, so could you do as I ask sir?"
Carlyle hung up and stumbled home. He rang Salford and passed his complaint on, then he fell asleep on the sofa. There was no point in going upstairs to Chrissie. The next morning the phone rang and woke him. It was the station at Salford verifying his call from the previous evening. In his groggy state, Carlyle reiterated his feeling that his son was being held against his will.
The police arrived at Brian's flat that evening. Luckily, Byron was napping in the guest room when they arrived. Brian was sitting talking to Andrew in the kitchen when the knock came to the door. Without suspecting what was outside, Brian opened the door, he was visibly shocked by the presence of the boys in blue. "Are you Brian Harrison?" the policeman asked sternly. Brian's mouth went instantly dry, he began to stammer – "eh yes, yeah, I, I'm B, Brian Harrison!" "Mister Harrison, we have a warrant to search your home sir, may we come in?" Brian stood aside, he knew what this was about, "if you're looking for George Lord, he's asleep in the back bedroom!" he volunteered. Two younger policeman entered the room and woke Byron. Byron was naked in the bed and he asked the constables to leave the room as he dressed.
When he came out of his room, the police were questioning Brian and Andrew. Byron overheard what they were telling the policeman and knew how to play along. Brian and Andrew were boyfriends and were involved in a relationship, the album of photographic evidence was produced. Thankfully the Collected Works of Lord Byron were in Byron's room and the police never saw them. The police were satisfied but disgusted with the story that Brian and Andrew were lovers – they turned their attentions to Byron.
"Now George," the senior policeman began softly, "we have been told you are here living in a s_e_x_ual relationship with Brian Harrison, is that true?" "No sir!" Byron answered, "he's just been a good friend and support to me!" "And why then did he lie to your parents on the telephone when he said that you weren't here?" "I asked him to tell them I wasn't here, I'm over eighteen and I have no desire to speak to them at the moment, Brian was only doing as I asked him!" Byron looked over at one of the younger coppers, he was shifting uneasily and blushing. Byron wondered if the fine young copper might be bent! "You may be eighteen but you do know that you have not reached the age of consent for homos_e_x_uals yet?" the senior continued. "Yes I know that sir!" Byron answered, "I am not involved in any sick three-way with Brian and Andrew if that's what you're implying!" He was still eyeing up the young policeman, he made a mental note of the number on his epaulette, D53. "Where do you sleep here? Could you show me your room and demonstrate to me that it is your room?" Byron now understood why Brian had insisted on him using the guest room as his room – clever bastard, it was no wonder he was an assistant manager in the bank – he led the policeman to his room and showed him all the drawers which were full of his clothes, his books were on the desk and his personal stuff at the hand basin, there was no doubt about it, this was his room. The policeman was content with what he saw. "Listen son, I don't know what people are saying, but take my advice, make friends with your family and go home. It's not safe for a young lad like you to be living with the likes of them outside!" "Officer, these two wouldn't touch me or harm me, you can send over a doctor to examine me if you want, neither of them have ever done anything to me, I swear!" "I don't think that would be necessary, but what would you like me to tell your parents?" "Simply, to f_u_c_k_ off and leave me alone!" "I can't tell them that!" "Then tell them, I'm okay and safe where I am and I'll contact them when and if I feel like doing that!" "That's a bit better than your first suggestion!" the copper said, patting Byron on the head, "play safe lad, and keep out of trouble!" As the police left Byron watched D53's bum as he walled away – "I wouldn't mind flaying that arse!" he mused.
Andrew watched through the blinds as the squad car drove off. "That was a close shave!" he remarked. "Sick three-ways? That's f_u_c_k_ing rich!" Brian sneered at Byron. "What's with you?" Byron asked. "Sick?" "Well, what should I have said? Should I have told them that I pork you and all your mates and show them the Collected Works? Maybe they'd have enjoyed a copy of James' photo-shoots?" "That's not what I'm talking about," Brian continued, "it's just you described our s_e_x_ life as sick, that's all!" "Is the coast clear?" Byron asked. "Yep!" Andrew replied coming away from the window. "Okay girls!" Byron continued, "drop the panties, get your arses in the air and let's have a sick old time!"
Byron first turned his attentions to Andrew. "So Andrew?" Byron asked, "do you want me to f_u_c_k_ you now? Andrew nodded. Byron stripped and they sat on the edge of the bed. Brian got up and sat in an armchair to watch. "I'll get the video camera!" he said and the others nodded their agreement. "F_u_c_k_ me," Andrew murmured when Brian returned with the camera. "I'm going to," Byron reached down and hoisted Andrew's legs onto his shoulders. "I'm going to f_u_c_k_ the hell out of you, boy! I'm going to f_u_c_k_ you like the cheap f_u_c_k_ing slut you are! You want to be f_u_c_k_ed? "Yes please!" With that response Byron buried the entire length up to the balls in Andrew's arse. Andrew screamed and tightened his hole. Byron pulled his engorged member all the way out and slammed it back in with brutal force, that provoked another howl. "Take it Andrew, I'll give you something to scream about!" Byron pulled back out again and slammed back in. "Come on, scream for my c_o_c_k_!" and he pulled back out and slammed it back in. "Yeah Andrew I want to f_u_c_k_ the _s_h_i_t_ out of you!" moaned Byron as his fat, black c_o_c_k_ ploughed Andrew's arse. Byron was excited and continued to slam relentlessly. Andrew was alternating between screaming and moaning. Byron was fairly pounding by now. Byron slammed his prick in and out, getting faster with each lunge. He spread Andrew's legs wide and f_u_c_k_ed, and f_u_c_k_ed, and f_u_c_k_ed. Every time Andrew screamed "F_U_C_K_ ME!" Byron slammed his prick home, grinding his pelvis into Andrew's arse. "Yeah Byron!" he panted. "F_U_C_K_ ME! F_U_C_K_ ME! F_U_C_K_ ME!" Byron was f_u_c_k_ing furiously, impaling Andrew's arse on every inch of his big black prick. He lunged into his boyfriend's buddy with one final thrust and his cum flooded Andrew's arse. Andrew could feel the throb as Byron' prick filled him. He watched his face as he came. Almost immediately he yanked his throbbing c_o_c_k_ out, flipped Andrew onto his stomach, pulling his cum-drenched arse into the air he raised his hand to spank him.
"No Byron, please! I promise to be good! I swear!" "I nearly got into trouble with the law over you!" "NO, Byron, please it wasn't my fault!" Byron pulled Andrew across his lap and made sure his white arse was sticking up and exposed. "Now, begin counting!" SMACK, Byron took a swing at Andrew's arse, smacking it hard enough to leave a hand print. "Ow! One sir!" SMACK! "Two sir!" SMACK! "Will you ever try to get me nabbed by the fuzz again?" "No, Byron! I promise I won't." SMACK! Byron chuckled softly. "You've stopped counting, we'll have to start over again!" SMACK! "One sir!" Andrew shouted. SMACK! "Two sir!" SMACK! "Three sir!" "Don't forget to thank me!" snapped Byron. SMACK! "Four sir, thank you sir!" "Call me Uncle Byron!" SMACK! "Five sir, thank you Uncle Byron!" SMACK! "Six sir, thank you Uncle Byron!" he cried through gritted teeth. SMACK! "Apologise to me as well!" "Seven sir, thank you Uncle Byron and I'm sorry for getting you into trouble with the law!" Andrew said with his voice breaking a little. Byron smiled. SMACK! "Eight sir, thank you Uncle Byron!" SMACK! "Nine sir, thank you Uncle Byron!" SMACK! "Ten sir, thank you sir!" Byron let Andrew stand. As always, Andrew had enjoyed the spanking. Byron looked over at Brian and beckoned him to come across the room and face his punishment. Andrew took the camera to record scene two.
"Over my knee boy!" SMACK! "One daddy, thank you," SMACK! 'Ouch!' "Don't bother counting, I haven't decided how many you're going to get!" SMACK! 'Ouch!' SMACK! 'Ouch!' SMACK! 'Ow!' SMACK! 'Ouch!' SMACK! 'Ooh!' "Have you been putting SMACK! 'Ow!' me in danger SMACK! 'Ouch!' with the law?" SMACK! "No daddy! SMACK! 'Ouch!" it was your father that sent them here to find you. SMACK! 'Ouch!' I rang him from work today. SMACK! 'Ouch!" "You did what?" Byron shrieked, SMACK! are you totally f_u_c_k_ing SMACK! stupid? SMACK! 'Ouch!" Who asked you SMACK! to ring that SMACK! bastard? SMACK! 'Ow!" SMACK! 'Ooh!" "I'm sorry Byron SMACK! but he is!" SMACK! 'Ow!' your father! SMACK! And he was worried about" SMACK! 'Ow!' you!" "Mind SMACK! your own SMACK! f_u_c_k_ing business!" SMACK! SMACK!
Byron stopped suddenly, there was a tear in his eye. He was upset that his father had sent the police, he knew then that he would never be going home. "How long is it since you've got paddled?" Brian looked up in shock – "You haven't used the paddle on me in a long time, maybe three months...." "Well, I think it's time we used it again!" "But Byron, please, you know I don't like being paddled," Brian pleaded. "Get the camera ready Andrew, this is going to hurt – a lot!"
Brian obediently lay across Byron's knees and then the paddling started. Byron pulled Brian over his thigh quite roughly and caressed his arse and said; "Lift your arse up high for me!" Brian complied, raising his arse as high as he could. Brian thrust his hips back and offered his arse thoroughly to his domineering partner. Byron smiled and then, WHACK! Brian hollered as the paddle made sharp contact with his naked butt. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Stop, Byron. Please stop!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "No way! You're only getting what you deserve!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Brian gritted his teeth as the pounding continued. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He could feel his c_o_c_k_ leaking onto Byron's thigh, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Then, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Brian shot a load of sticky cum over Byron's thigh. His c_o_c_k_ shuddered and just as the last WHACK hit his arse he shot all over Byron's thigh! "Oh Byron. I'm so sorry, Sir!" Byron wiped the cum off his thigh with the bedspread; "Did you get that on film?" he asked Andrew. Andrew nodded. "Do you think that the young Bobby is a homo like us?" Byron asked. "What?" Brian shrieked, "don't go there Byron, it would mean trouble for us all!" "Which one are you talking about?" Andrew asked. "D53!" Byron replied, "the cute one that was embarrassed!" "Byron!" Brian said very firmly, "I know you don't realize what danger you're getting yourself into, if you think he was queer he could be acting a sting!" "Like the way your butt stings?" Byron asked smiling. "Please be serious for a minute Byron," Brian continued, "a sting is a set-up. The police send a copper along who looks queer, you invite him back and bang! They've got you! Promise me now Byron that you won't bring him home here ever!" Byron was unconvinced but he agreed not to invite D53 over.
Next on the menu was Brian's post-spanking f_u_c_k_ – but just as Byron was lining up for entry there was a loud pounding on the door. "F_u_c_k_ it!" Andrew snapped, "it's the police back!" Byron quickly gathered his clothes and sneaked into his room to sit at the desk. Brian pulled a bathrobe about himself and left to open the door, Andrew stashed the camera and hopped into Brian's bed, he put the paddle under the mattress and pulled the covers over his naked form. Their panic was for no reason in the end. Brian walked back into the bedroom leading his very emaciated nephew behind him. "It's only Johnny!" he said to Andrew who was quite relieved to hear that.
Andrew looked in shock at Johnny, he had never seen him look so bad. He was very thin, probably under nine stone, (125 pounds) and his face was sunken. Brian led him over to the bed and he collapsed on it. Brian immediately vacated the bed. "He's bad isn't he?" Brian asked nervously. Andrew nodded. "Just put him to bed, I'll explain the situation to Byron and I'll go home!" "No stay, if Byron doesn't let you stay in his room, you can take the sofa." "my own bed would be more comfortable!" "I'll ask Byron," Brian moved to leave the room which is exactly what Andrew wanted him to do. As soon as they were outside the bedroom door, Andrew took his friend's elbow and looked at him with concern written all over his face. "Do you think he's got AIDS?" he asked Brian cautiously. "What makes you think that?" Brian replied, "that's only a problem in Haiti and in the States!" "It's here as well, except it's the drug addicts that have it here and not the gay men!" "Why are you saying this?" Brian asked with a perplexed tone to his voice. "Because if you let him bugger you, you could be at risk!" Andrew stated, "I'll run down to the late night pharmacy and get condoms!" "What the f_u_c_k_ are you on about?" "If Johnny has the virus he could give it to you – condoms stop it spreading, at least that's what the signs in the gay clubs say!" "We won't be having s_e_x_! Did you see the state he's in?" "He'll be fine in a few hours and then you'll find yourself bent over for him like you always do – by then the pharmacy will be closed, please Brian, just trust me, he might be your nephew but he's carrying something!" "What makes you so sure?" "Trust me – he looks awful, I've never seen him this bad!" "It's the drugs!" "I wouldn't be too sure of that!"
Andrew left and returned after half an hour with a box of Durex. "When the Virgin Superstore opens in the morning you should get some Mates, they're stronger, but these are better than nothing, please Brian, if he's going to f_u_c_k_ you, make sure he wears one of these!"
Whilst Andrew was at the pharmacy Brian explained to Byron that Johnny was there. Byron was anxious to meet him, but Brian asked him to leave it until morning. Byron went to bed unhappy, he wondered was there anything he could do to avoid the possibility of panicking about police raids every time they had s_e_x_.
Andrew returned and, at Brian's suggestion, he went to spend the night with Byron in the visitor's room. "Do I get to f_u_c_k_ you now?" Byron asked as Brian came into his room. "Ready when you are!" "Get ready to be f_u_c_k_ed big boy!" Byron shouted as he tackled his intended victim and the two of them began to wrestle. Andrew fought back with all he had but Byron was stronger. Every hold that Andrew was somehow able to get out of, was met by a newer, more powerful hold. They wrestled for about five minutes. Byron's big, black c_o_c_k_ was getting stiffer. Andrew moaned as Byron overpowered him. Andrew knew that he was a good match for Byron but he also knew that he had to allow Byron to win this bout, that was part of the game. Before long, Byron had Andrew face down on the floor and he was kneeling between his legs. The Black Cobra stood straight up against his stomach. Byron spread Andrew's legs with his knees. Andrew's arse stuck high into the air. Byron took his time inserting his c_o_c_k_ into Andrew's butt. Slowly, painfully, the big c_o_c_k_ made its way inside. Andrew clenched his arse to resist, this was also part of the game. "No! NO!" Andrew yelled unconvincingly. Byron penetrated his arse with force. He paid no attention to Andrew's side of the game anymore, he was in now and was staying in. With a long thrust Byron's c_o_c_k_ was all the way inside. He gently lowered himself onto Andrew's back and then stopped.
After a few minutes of just lying still, Byron began to hump Andrew's butt, slowly sliding in and out. After a few minutes he quickened his rhythm, pounding his lower torso against Andrew's arse, pulverizing it with every inward stroke. Byron pushed and panted, as he ploughed into Andrew's arse. It was hard, rough and painful. He pounded Andrew's arse over and over again with his Black-rod. His pace intensified. Byron was dripping sweat as he worked Andrew's arse over. It seemed to Andrew that Byron's c_o_c_k_ was getting bigger when he pulled out and only left the tip of the knob inside Andrew's butt. Byron rammed all the way back in. Andrew's arse swallowed the mighty c_o_c_k_ as his mouth opened in a pain/pleasure roar. Over and over Byron slammed in and out. Byron was having the best f_u_c_k_ of his life Andrew was better on the bottom than Brian was – although Byron would never tell Brian that he thought this. Then Byron gave one last shove. He held it inside, holding still as his body tensed. He raised his upper body up slightly as he pushed. His c_o_c_k_ was nearly ready to explode. Byron grimaced. His eyes closed tightly. Then he began to shudder, almost violently. "F_u_c_k_! F_u_c_k_ it! I'm f_u_c_k_ing you Andrew!" He called through his clenched teeth as his orgasm began. He began to rock his hips back and forth again as he offloaded his milk in Andrew's arse. Andrew grimaced as the hot liquid flooded his arse. It hurt - but it hurt in a nice kind of way. Byron's c_o_c_k_ kept spurting inside his hole. Andrew was exhausted when it stopped. Byron pulled his still stiff c_o_c_k_ out. It was still hard as a rock. Byron stood all the way up, and his erect c_o_c_k_ slapped against his tummy, splashing cum and sweat all over his lower torso. Andrew smiled, "come back to bed!" he pleaded. Byron didn't reply, he left the room and walked naked to the bathroom, Andrew heard his pissing. When he returned he asked Andrew about Johnny. "You'll meet him in the morning, a nice lad, he's in a bad way at the moment, I Think it better that you wait until he feels a bit better and up to meeting you formally!" Andrew turned and presented his arse for penetration again. "It's only a single bed!" he remarked, "and I need the Black Cobra up there to make sure I don't roll off during the night!" Byron grinned and jumped on top of Andrew, they wrestled, laughed and struggled for a while. "I love you Andrew!" Byron admitted as they landed in a sweaty heap on the bed. Then he realized what he had said. Andrew sensed his discomfort, "what you love is this!" and he pointed his arse to the young black stud. Byron smiled. "I suppose so!" he said as he slid old Black Cobra back inside for the night, "good night Andrew!" and he kissed him on the shoulder. "Good night sir!" Andrew said clenching his sphincter in welcome of the nocturnal visitor at his back door.
Lord Byron 12 - The next morning.... Byron didn't sleep at all well that night. He wasn't all that excited about being buried inside Andrew, it was simply that he was distressed by the police raid. He decided that he had to do something about it, fast! About four in the morning he drifted off to sleep, his c_o_c_k_ slid out of Andrew's arse and they slept side by side in the narrow confines of the single bed.
Andrew woke early and got up for work. His movements in the morning woke a very groggy Byron. "You weren't yourself at all last night!" Andrew remarked as Byron shuffled in half sleep towards the edge of the bed, "what's the matter?" "There's a lot of _s_h_i_t_ going on at the moment!" Byron answered as Andrew buttoned his shirt, "I'm out of home, I'm being followed by the police, I was expelled from school, my boyfriend is minding his nephew – all in two weeks – _s_h_i_t_ Andrew! Life is a bitch at this very moment!" "Your boyfriend might be taking care of his nephew but you are taking care of me!" Andrew said in a consoling voice. "If that's the way to phrase it then his nephew is taking care of my boyfriend!" "You're getting jealous!" "No I'm not!" "Are so too!" Andrew left the house without saying a word a few minutes later.
Byron went back to sleep but couldn't. He tossed and turned until about ten and then got up. He went to Brian's room and gingerly opened the door. Brian was gone to work and his nephew was lying sleeping on his stomach in Brian's bed. There were blankets on the floor where Brian had obviously spent the night. Byron was relieved that nothing had happened between Brian and Johnny – Andrew was right – he was jealous!
He returned to the sitting room and put on some music, he took up a copy of the previous day's Guardian, but he couldn't concentrate. He looked at the clock, it was almost eleven. He went into the kitchen and made himself something to eat, then he returned and flicked on the TV, he watched some Open University crap on BBC2 about physics. His mind was racing with thoughts of the day before, the police raid would have upset him more if D53 hadn't been there. D53 was cute and Byron wanted to see him again. He remembered the promise he had made to Brian and cursed himself for it. D53 was so cute that Byron was getting hard just remembering him, he wanted that man – but he knew he couldn't have him. He decided he would get a medical report on the state of his arse and give it to the police, at least then he could have his romps with Brian without fear of a police raid.
Just after half past one, Byron walked to the surgery at the corner of the High Street and went in to see the doctor. In the half hour he was sitting in the waiting room he leafed through old copies of Shoot! (a soccer magazine) and fantasized about spanking the various hot men in football shorts and then f_u_c_k_ing them. The shorts were quite short and often outlined the hard muscular butts of the famous players. When the time came for his call the Black Cobra was leaking inside the silk boxers that Byron was wearing.
The doctor was surprised by what Byron told him next. He explained the situation; about how he was queer, living with a queer couple but not involved with them – exactly the way the police had been told the night before. "How old are you Mr. Lord?" the doctor asked. "Eighteen!" "Do you not think that you're a bit young to be deciding your life s_e_x_uality at eighteen?" the doctor asked gently. "Listen doctor!" Byron retorted firmly, "I am homos_e_x_ual, I do not have a problem with that and I am quite happy with my choice. What I need from you is a rectal examination that will establish that the men I am sharing a house with have not done anything to me and some kind of a note from you to say that I am not being buggered by them. Could you do that for me please?" The doctor was a bit hesitant at first, but Byron prevailed and eventually he agreed to the examination but not to the note. Byron stood, dropped his trousers and bent over the desk to allow the doctor access to his hole. The doctor knelt behind and spread Byron's arse wide, the winking black hole came into view. The doctor looked at it; "seems fine!" he muttered, then he poked gently with his finger, Byron smiled, he hoped to himself that he wouldn't fart. Byron felt the doctor smear some gel on his arse and then a small tube entering his rectum. It didn't hurt and the doctor shone a torch into his lower bowel. "No residues there!" the doctor muttered and Byron smiled. "Okay then Mr. Lord!" the doctor quipped, "there's no sign of any penetration there!" He began to rise from his kneeling position and place one hand on Byron's buttock to lever himself up. Byron smiled to himself – he guessed the doctor was bent as well! – he had left his hand too long on Byron's arse and copped a quick feel of Byron's hard black arse when he was pulling himself up. "And the note?" Byron asked as the doctor moved behind his desk. "You can pull up your trousers now!" the doctor replied. "And the note?" Byron repeated. "Please pull up your trousers Mr. Lord," the doctor said firmly. "Do you really want me to do that?" Byron asked cheekily. The doctor blushed, Byron knew that he was right, the doctor was queer! "I will give you a letter if you pull up your trousers now!" Byron bent and began to slowly pull his trousers up and the doctor began to write. "I have examined the patient and I can find no sign of any physical penetration of the anal-sphincter or evidence of any damage in the patient's anus...." As the doctor finished writing he looked up. Byron had pulled his trousers up but he hadn't closed his flies and the Black Cobra was slumped across the doctor's desk. "Please put that away?" the doctor said quietly as he blushed and faced down to sign the note. Byron could sense the doctor's growing embarrassment and confusion. He smiled inwardly and complimented himself on his growing ability to spot a fellow homo. This doctor chap looked quite good – mid-thirties, athletic and behind his glasses he had a pair of sparkling blue eyes. This feature alone dominated the man's appearance. "I've asked you already Mr. Lord to put that away!" the doctor said quite sharply. "To put what away?" Byron replied with a quizzical look. "You penis!" the doctor said firmly. "Oh!" Byron said taking the Black Cobra in his right hand and waving it about a bit, "do you really want me to do that Raymond!" The doctor was quite shocked, Byron had just used his first name. "I'm not interested Mr. Lord and I would ask you to kindly leave!" Doctor Raymond Peterson said quite firmly as he held the note up for Byron. Byron took the note in his left hand and smiled at the doctor. "That's the nice thing about white men!" Byron thought to himself, "their colour gives their innermost thoughts away immediately!" Dr. Peterson remained seated, Byron suspected this was to cover an erection. "Would you like to give us a quick suck?" he asked. "I have patients waiting," he replied with his throat going dry as he realised he hadn't refused the offer. "If you have patients waiting then they are supposed to be patient!" Byron said with a wicked smile crossing his handsome black face. Peterson blushed as he stood and moved around the desk, he was unable to take his eye of the large piece of stiffening meat in Byron's right hand. He bend forward and kissed the tip. "There you go Raymond baby!" Byron cooed, "I knew you wanted to do this!"
"You sure have a big c_o_c_k_," Raymond said, staring at Byron's swinging member. "Let's see if I can do something for you now." He dropped to one knee in front of Byron and quickly took Byron's tool into his mouth and began working up and down the shaft. "That feels great doctor," said Byron, Raymond moved Byron toward the edge of the desk. Byron sat down and Raymond quickly knelt between his legs and sucked the top of the Black Cobra into his mouth. "Boy that feels good," moaned Byron, "oh yeah, suck my c_o_c_k_." Raymond sucked willingly, moving up and down on the huge c_o_c_k_, taking more and more of it into his mouth. Raymond shifted his position, continuing to pull Byron's growing c_o_c_k_ into his mouth. Finally the head of the giant organ passed into his throat, and the very stiff prick filled his whole mouth. "Oh, _s_h_i_t_," whispered Byron, "that feels great. Do it doctor! Suck my c_o_c_k_!" Raymond grasped Byron's balls in his hand and massaged them as he continued his steady assault on Byron's tool. As he felt Byron's balls begin to draw up in their sack and heard his moaning from above, he knew Byron was getting close. "So f_u_c_k_ing good! Oh yeah, suck my c_o_c_k_! Play with my balls! I'm going to fill your throat with my medicine for perverts," cried Byron. He moved closer to the edge of the desk which let Raymond suck his c_o_c_k_ in deeper. Byron cried out as his c_o_c_k_ erupted and he shot his jip deep into Raymond's mouth. Raymond moaned as his mouth filled with the salty fluid. He held it in his mouth, but the c_o_c_k_ continued to erupt and he swallowed to keep from either choking or losing any of it. He continued to bathe the enormous c_o_c_k_ with his tongue as the spasms subsided.
"Oh God. That was great," sighed Byron, as Raymond finally relinquished the c_o_c_k_ from his mouth. "I'm glad I was able to do something that made you feel better," said Raymond with a grin, "I am a doctor you know!". He stood up, revealing his own erection, which was straining the crotch of his trousers, and went into the bathroom and rinsed his mouth. He returned to find Byron dressed and ready to leave. "Thanks," said Byron as he stuffed the note into his back pocket. "My pleasure," said Raymond simply, "you should come back for a regular check up!" "Do you do house calls?" Byron asked. Raymond smiled, "maybe!" "You have my address on your files, drop in some evening for c_o_c_k_tails!" "C_o_c_k_tails?" "Yes – my c_o_c_k_ in your tail!" Byron beamed as he walked to the door. "How about tomorrow at three?" Raymond asked with a lump in his throat. Byron turned and walked back to the doctor, he reached back and grabbed his left arse-cheek in his strong black hand, "if you're late I'll whack that lily white arse until you scream!" he said. The doctor smiled nervously and then, Byron caught him by surprise with a sharp slap to his arse. He looked at Byron, visible shocked by what had just happened. Byron stared back in silence. "I'll be there at three!" the doctor said, "on the button!"
On the way home from the doctor's, Byron stopped off at Salford police station. He explained to the desk sergeant that he was looking for the policeman that called to his home the previous evening. "He didn't give his name but his partner's number was D53!" Byron offered. "How can you remember that?" the desk sergeant asked with mild surprise. Byron smiled, "he was standing in front of me and I saw the number on his shoulder!" "What address were you visited at?" the sergeant asked as he looked through the incident book. Byron gave Brian's address. "Mr. Harrison?" the sergeant asked. "No!" Byron replied, "my name is Lord, George Lord!" "Well Mr. Lord, Sergeant Wilkins was the officer who visited you last evening and he is off for a few days, but Constable Smith, D53 as you call him, is on duty this afternoon." "Excellent!" Byron said with a smile from ear to ear, "could you ask Constable Smith to contact me at the same address at his earliest convenience please?" "What will I tell him it is connection with?" "You can tell him that George Lord has medical documentation that will verify what we told him yesterday!" "I'll tell him that!" "Thank you!" and Byron left the station with a spring in his step and a song in his heart. A doctor and a copper into his net in a single day. That was a good day's hunting!