This fictional story of gay men is for persons over the age of eighteen.
Title; Kane. Chapter Eleven.
I woke up in our usual position of being like two spoons in the cutlery drawer. Him curled into me and my massive morning erection digging into his back and subconsciously rubbing myself up against him. The fact that there wasn't a tit for me to hold onto didn't worry me and so it strayed down to hold his erection as we came awake.
'What a man you are,' were his first words that morning. 'You fuck me senseless with that cock of yours before we sleep and then wake me up with it as hard as ever.' He snuggled even further into me and clasped my arm that was over him. 'I like this part of waking up. Knowing that my man is there, holding me and making me feel safe.' I smiled inwardly and kissed him on the shoulder for I liked waking up holding him as I was then, feeling his body warmth and then hearing him say such things.
'I like it too,' I said, rubbing my cock up against his back, 'and I like what I want to do with this.' He gave a little shiver.
'I like it too,' he echoed as he reached out to the bedside table and pulled a condom packet off the side and tore it open. I released him from my arm so that he could roll over and he was able to push the sheet back and roll the rubber down over my erection. 'It's like an iron bar,' he said, giving it a squeeze, 'and I'm going to be the vice to grip it,' he smiled as he turned onto his stomach and rose up on his knees. I was then able to rise up onto mine and I shuffled into position behind him and guided my tool with one hand to the puckered flesh between the cheeks of his bum. With the head in place, I pushed forward and watched it go inside him and then I lifted my head up and sighed as the rest of my prick slid up into him. I nestled my thighs against the smooth skin of his bum and savoured the heat and pressure that surrounded my cock for a moment before I began to fuck him.
I could hear his sighs and moans of pleasure and I couldn't help but do the same as I slowly moved myself in and out of his rear. He had his own rhythm for squeezing me as I moved. Tight one minute and slack the next before giving me a rapid series of pressure to my shaft as it moved in him like an oiled piston. And like an engine, the more I pistoned into him, the more the pressure built up in my own balls. It was as though the action was reversed and I was not only the generator but also the boiler, so that when the pressure got too great, it blew.
That's when I held him tight and let my hips move of their own accord as I pumped my sperm out inside him, loving those short sharp thrusts in him as he squeezed me as tight as he could in doing so.
When I came to a stop, panting heavily and leaned over onto his back, he began to slowly slide down till he was flat on his front. I then rode him again in a rocking motion for him to feel his own cock being rubbed on the bottom sheet until he gave out a cry and I moved faster to help his masturbation and his coming.
'You lovely big fucker you,' he breathed out, giving me another squeeze from inside. 'You certainly know how to give your wife a good time.' It gave me a funny tingle up my spine to hear him call himself my wife in this way and I found that I really did love this boy underneath me.
He gave out a groan as I eased myself up and pulled out of him, giving him a kiss on the bum before going into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I was going to take in a wet flannel for him, but he came into the bathroom and gave me a hug from behind and kissed my neck and said again that he loved me. So we showered and had a shave after seeing to other body functions before he made us breakfast and asked what were the plans for the day.
'When is the car due to go back?' I asked, not quite remembering how long we'd had it.
'Tomorrow,' was the answer.
'Okay, so today we'll use it to go and give Brakestone Manor a good look over before we tackle the place. I want to see it before I make those plans,' and so after cleaning up the breakfast things, we set off for the M4 to pick up the right road for Wiltshire.
'I'm not sure,' Tracey began after we'd been on the motorway for ten minutes, 'but there's a car back aways that I'm pretty sure was behind us in Notting Hill Gate.' I didn't turn round to look, but adjusted the rear-view mirror for a look but didn't spot the one he was talking about. I let him re-adjust it as I thought about this possible tail.
'Go onto the M25, northbound,' I said, 'and see if it follows.' He duly took the slip road that ran off to the left and then crossed over the M4 before actually joining the M25.
'It's still there. About five cars back and keeping to the same speed as us.'
'Okay. Move out into the fast lane and then cut back after he has followed us and take the next turn off for the M40 towards London,' I said, not realising that I knew exactly where to go and the turn offs that I wanted Tracey to take. He did as he was told and the car in question followed our moves, even to carry on behind as we turned onto the M40.
'The first slip road off to the left. Then turn left and round the roundabout taking the second exit on the A40 for Amersham.'
'How do you know this road?' Tracey asked as we barrelled along ignoring the speed limit and cameras.
'I don't know,' I replied. 'Let's just hope that I'm right.' He did as he was told and we duly finished up on the A40 and as we approached the second junction after Denham, the road I wanted was off to the right and there were traffic lights. They were on red. 'Keep going and turning right,' I said as I could see that with only one approaching car we would get through okay.
We shot through this light and the other car followed, getting closer and the other driver just missed having a collision with that other car that had the right of way. I moved the nearside door mirror so that I could see the car that was now definitely chasing us as our speed increased and knew that we'd never be able to outrun the more powerful car behind us. It was gaining on us very fast as we went under the M25 flyover and was getting very close and I was watching it carefully as I spoke.
'Hold on tight,' I said to Tracey, 'because I want you to brake hard in a moment and they might ram us and ruin their engine.' I waited till the car was about fifteen feet from our rear bumper when I shouted out for him to step hard on the brake. I braced myself for the collision and saw Tracey's knuckles go white as he gripped the steering wheel as he stamped on the brakes, fighting the car as it tried to swing to one side as the tyres screamed out as we slid along the tarmac.
The car behind suddenly swung out to miss us, but caught me unawares by then suddenly swinging back into our offside. The blow was enough to send our car bumping along the verge to the sound of screeching metal as Tracey fought the wheel to keep us at least half on the road. He'd automatically put his foot on the throttle to keep us going in an almost straight line, but before we could get off the grass, the car hit us again.
This time we did leave the road and was scooting across grass and now Tracey stamped on the brakes and we swung broadside in our slide to come to a stop. The other car had also come to a slithering stop, broadside on the road and was effectively blocking the left hand side of the road as the doors facing us came open and two men emerged with guns in their hands.
'Get down,' I screamed at Tracey, forcibly pulling him down towards me and felt his head hit my lap as I pulled my gun free at the same time as the glass of our driver's side window shattered, peppering us with the star like pieces that flew everywhere. The rear passenger window blew in as I got off my first shot leaning over Tracey. I had taken my time and was exulted that the man on the left flew backwards to hit his own car as he was bowled over.
The second man was still firing at us and I lined up on him as bullets whacked into the bodywork. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that their driver was now out of the car and was leaning over the bonnet to fire at me. Our windscreen blew apart as I fired at the second man and again was pleased that my shot hit home, sending him spinning off to the side.
It was then that I noticed two other cars had come to a screaming stop blocking both lanes of the road and men pile out and begin firing at the other car.
What the fuck's going on I asked myself? One car with three men chasing us and now another two cars with six men shooting at the second car. Who were they chasing, them or us? There were a fusillade of shots from either side and the third man, the driver of the first car went down as did one of those men that had followed.
The silence was deafening when the firing stopped and I could now hear Tracey grunting from the pressure I had been applying to his back as I had crouched over him to fire at our attackers. I heaved myself upright and he heaved a great sigh and took deep breaths as he straightened up.
'Is it all over?' he asked, shaking glass from his head.
'Well the shooting is I hope,' I said, 'but I'm not too sure yet. Stay here for a moment.' I began to ease open the door on my side that was out of sight of the other men who were now gathering around their fallen comrade. One had gone over to the other car at a crouch, gun arm outstretched as he cautiously approached the fallen gunmen. He prodded each in turn, kicking their guns away until he'd checked all three.
'They're dead,' he called out as he straightened up and put his gun away into his shoulder holster. Their man who had fallen was now being sat up so I presumed that he was only wounded.
'This car's fucked,' another man called out as he checked the one he had been driving. 'Radiator's full of holes. Rotten shot. Hey Kane!' he called out now looking at me in our car. 'You can come out now.' I got out of the car on my side, still wary of them and kept the gun in my hand but held it down by my side and moved round the car so that it was kept hidden from their view. I went round the front and to Tracey's door and pulled it open.
'Get out and keep in front of me on my right side,' I said in a low but fierce voice. 'Now don't panic and fight me when I put the gun to your head, but look and act frightened but on no account try and fight. I love you so just do as I tell you, okay?' He nodded and got out and stood in front of me, before I poked him in the back to indicate that we move forward to meet them up on the road.
'What happens now?' I called out as we got closer to them. I was relieved to see that they had put their guns away which made it easier for me.
'You're coming with us,' the man who'd spoken replied.
'Why?'
'Because I say so,' he snapped.
'Well fuck you,' I snapped back. 'I don't know who you are or trust you.'
'We're special branch, Y division.'
'Which makes it worse. I'm not going with you,' and I lifted up my gun and then held Tracey close to me as I put the gun to his head. 'Now back off or I kill the girl,' I said as I angled my approach to their disabled car, dragging Tracey along as a shield. 'Don't reach for that gun,' I shouted as I saw one man's hand move towards his jacket. 'I'll drop you where you stand.'
'You're making a mistake Kane,' the talking man said.
'No. You are. You put my picture on the television as wanted. Well you're not taking me, get it?' I was now by the stalled car with the bullet riddled radiator and took a quick shot through the open window into their radio. The gun was quickly back up to cover them and when they began to move together as a group, I fired another shot into the ground just before their feet. 'Keep apart where I can see you,' I said and they froze as I pushed Tracey towards the other car of theirs and pushed him rather roughly towards the passenger door. 'Get in,' I ordered as I opened the door, not taking my eye off the other men, 'and move over into the driver's seat. If anyone fires a shot as we move off,' I called out to them, 'she gets it. Her death will then be on your conscience.' I carefully got into the car as Tracey settled himself in the driver's place, keeping my gun trained on the men standing there with strange looks on their faces. 'Now move it back towards London,' I told Tracey and kept my gun in view until we'd swung round and were tearing off down the A40.
'Wowee!' shouted Tracey.' Wyatt Earp sure showed them!' I was trembling a little as I pulled out the clip of my gun and found I was right. I had been facing those men with an empty gun, the clip not having one bullet left.
'Now if it ever comes to court, you can truthfully say that I had an empty gun when I threatened to shoot you,' I said as I passed over the empty clip to Tracey. The fact that I then took a fresh clip from my pocket and inserted it into the butt and holstered it, was irrelevant.
'Where are we going in this now stolen car?' Tracey asked as he negotiated the roundabout that was at the end of the M40.
'The nearest station.'
'That'll be Uxbridge. The underground, Metropolitan line I think.'
'That'll do,' I said, and so, about five minutes later, we were there. I had already wiped the dashboard where Tracey had touched it on getting into the car, and as we came to a stop near the station, I wiped the gear shift knob and then did the steering wheel. I didn't want his prints in the car, mine, I didn't worry about for they already knew who I was. I took the keys from him as we walked the few yards to the entrance to the station and threw them into some waste sacks in an empty doorway.
We went to one of the automatic ticket machines and I noted that the station had camera's set up on the wall, so I knew these would be checked. Bearing this in mind, I dithered at the machine and was really wasting time for if when these tickets were issued, there was some way of them working out the time between the previous person buying a ticket and us, I wanted a big enough time gap for them to sort out for which station we bought tickets for. 'Look as though you are still under the threat of a gun,' I said to Tracey, 'for we are definitely on camera. Now where shall we let them think we are going,' I said as I dropped some coins and pushed Tracey to make him bend down and pick them up. I was scanning an Underground map as he picked them up and settled on Stockwell in South London and told him to get two tickets for there. I also noted that we would have to change at Baker's Street for another line to change yet again to get to Notting Hill Gate. But let them start looking for us in Stockwell was my main idea in this delay. So with tickets for that station, we went down to the platform to make our way back to our flat after a rather, on reflection, an exciting day out in the country.
With Uxbridge being the end of the line for this particular route, the train was almost empty. It was only a few minutes later after we had sat down that it moved off. I hadn't worried about our dallying at the ticket machine, for I knew that even with their walkie talkie radio's, those men we left behind wouldn't have been able to catch up with us. Not even if they had flagged down a passing car, for it would only have been a guess as to which direction we took. They would only know when they found their car would then concentrate on the station.