One departs and another arrives
We were able to leave Carl alone in our bed and dressed. Stephen wrapped up to take a look outside and to see if we still clear of any damage. He came back in covered in snow reporting that it was still blowing and snowing.
The building was secure, the wind turbine was still running free, and incredibly, the track marks from Carl’s car had been covered over and the car had a couple of inches of snow covering it. He came to me for an embrace and picked up his phone, read and shared a message he’d received. It was from Mike. Had we any contact from Carl. The message had been sent an hour earlier was we were fucking Carl.
Stephen texted a reply, again a half truth to protect Carl.
“We’ve had no call or text from Carl. It’s still very stormy here, snow still falling and roads impassable. Sorry. Let us know if you hear anything”.
“Tell Carl when he wakes up”. I advised.
I called my brother up at the farm. How were things with the cattle. They were fine he told me, they still had power at the farmhouse but a few miles further west there had been cuts. The forecast was for the snow to stop by eight or nine that evening but the wind would still blow and it would remain very cold. Having re-assured my brother that Stephen was fine and warm, I hung up. Stephen called his parents in the far North of Scotland. They were better off that we were six hundred miles directly to the south and had heard of the poor weather in the South of England. They passed their love to me. Stephen and I were alone again, save for the sleeping Carl.
We were going to have to talk to him. He would be welcome to stay and it seemed that it would be a couple of days before we’d be able to get out of the area. We’d put off Mike from coming here. We could come up with many excuses if necessary, and we’d entertain Carl as well. We smiled at each other, knowing that we’d have many ideas for distracting and entertaining with Carl.
I set about preparing an evening meal for three. I pulled out of the freezer a lamb and vegetable stew I had made a couple of months before and a couple of loaves of bread and some frozen mixed fruit from which I could make a hot desert. We were not going to starve during this storm. I let them defrost.
It was a couple of hours before Carl came back downstairs offering to help me cook. There was honestly not much to do and I told him so.
“I do cook in the….” And he stopped and corrected himself. “I did cook in the pub”. It was the first mention of how he might be planning his future. It didn’t sound as if Mike and the pub-restaurant might not be involved.
My view and that I thought of Stephen’s, was that we shouldn’t get involved. We’d shelter Carl until the weather cleared up and that was all. Yes, for sure we’d make use of his body and attitude whilst he was here. I leaned towards him as he was standing so close and tweaked a nipple through his sweater and he cried out. I said nothing to him.
That night before we went up to bed, we had a look around again outside. The snow, as predicted had stopped but the wind was still blowing from the north and it was freezing. I took the chance of a few moments to have a private word with Stephen and he agreed with my points. Carl could stay and we’d stay quiet about it to Mike. Stephen would talk to Carl in the morning.
Back upstairs Carl was already in bed and naked and looking expectant. We stripped and joined him in bed eventually each of us fucking him, and we slept well together, the three of us.
Part four.
The next morning after breakfast and a short session in our small gym, Stephen took Carl to one side and they had a man to man talk in which he made sure Carl understood our position. He’d not been here and if Mike was to ask us about what had happened between them, we’d say that we hadn’t had any messages from Carl, no phone conversation, and that we wouldn’t be calling Mike to find out what had happened. What Carl’s explanation was as to where he had been, was up to him. We didn’t want to know what he’d tell Mike, and trusted that Carl would keep us out of the tale.
Carl understood and agreed and said he would leave as soon as the road conditions would allow. We were all content and happy. Above all, Carl wanted us to know how thankful he was, and I told him he was lucky we were at home and not with Stephen’s parents in Scotland.
The second night he was with us started in bed earlier. The wind had dropped but the temperature was still cold and there was the threat of more snow, though the roads especially the B3306 from St Ives to St Just which passed in front of our property was still blocked in a few places by snow drifts and fallen trees.
Again, there was plenty of kissing sucking rimming and nip play between us all and I had Carl above me sitting on my cock with Stephen standing above us both, fucking Carl’s face.
“Want to try us both”? Stephen coyly asked Carl, knowing full well that we had done it to him before and that he would love us doubling him again.
“I thought you’d never ask”. Carl was relieved and pleased. “Take it easy to begin with guys”. He added.
Stephen prepared for the double entry and as promised took it easy during the entry. I looked up at Carl and saw that he was in a state of pure enjoyment as he took in Stephen’s monster against my cock.
“Oh, it’s been so long since”, Carl began, and he relaxed some more. I decided to take his mind off the present.
“Who were the last couple to double fuck you”? I asked.
“It was at our farewell orgy at the barn”. Carl began. That would have been three or four months back. “Your Jamaican friend and his latest trick came and he did it with another very big black guy called James”.
“Newton went to your party”? I asked.
“Yes”. He came often to the barn with his latest friends.
I knew about Newton and how he had his latest friends sometimes two a week before he dumped them but I didn’t know about his frequent visits to Mike and Carl.
“They both fucked me together and then they took turns on me with other guys, it was always Newton or James. I was screwed for ages. Took many loads in my hole. It was a wild night”. Stephen and I had been to the barn a couple of times and had partied together with other guys. Mike had the knack of knowing the kind of guys we were attracted to and their traits and had once had a party in London with them both and Newton.
“Who were the biggest you’ve had in your arse at the same time”. Stephen, who just loves dirty talk during sex asked.
Carl sighed and thought a moment. “So many I can’t recall just now. Maybe a couple of guys in LA when I was on the game, before I met you know who”. He thought for a moment. “That was when we had to use rubbers of course. It’s so different now”. He looked as if he was going to say something else when a big thrust from Stephen drew his attention to current matters.
“You love your group and orgy sex don’t you”. Stephen wanted to coax more out of Carl.
“The Hell I do, yeah”. One on one is fine but I like the attention of many guys. Lots of hands and mouths and cocks touching me. It’s a massive turn on. Sucking on a huge cock like yours Stephen, and another big monster fucking my hole and two other biggies for me to hold onto and jack off and other guys licking me and biting me and then looking around the room and seeing other hot guys around all fucking and sucking and licking…….. yeah”.
“What’s the largest party you ever been at”? Stephen was now very excited.
“Easy”, Carl was now in the mood to talk. “Berlin last year, early summer, sixty or so guys in this kitted out warehouse. Total nudity. We were only allowed to carry a towel and lube. I mean everyone was naked. The noise was tremendous at the height of the orgy. It was just the sounds of guys having sex. No music at all. Near the back was this dark room area like a maze and at the other end behind these dark curtains was a dimly lit leather room with all the gear. Only a few guys sort of stood back and watched. I loved the dark room maze, walking around in total darkness and bumping into these naked guys and checking out their bodies and cocks and butts, getting my cock sucked by total strangers and my nips tweaked and the odd finger in my butt and walking on to come across a dead end or another hot body. It was amazing. We were there for about eight hours. I totally lost, you know, him, for hours. I must have shot my load six times, and fucked by a dozen or so guys”.
That did it for Stephen. He was so turned on by the description of Carls lewdness that he called out that he was shooting. I felt Stephen pulling out and his cock pulsed out the first few shots inside Carl’s arse as I was still fucking. Once out his cock spurted more juice all over Carl’s back.
Still on my cock, Carl sat up and turned fully around to face Stephen.
“Gimme, Gimme”, he demanded. Stephen gave him and how, forcing as much of his length into Carl’s mouth, making him splutter and cough. Recovering quickly, Carl was soon humming his delight and satisfaction as he cleaned up Stephen’s cock of the cum and arse juices. On the other hand, I now had a view of the remainer of Stephen’s cum now streaming down Carls back.
Carl completed cleaning up Stephen, smacking his lips and pronouncing the taste to be amazing.
“I want your load next Gerren, all over my face, and make sure I get it all”.
I was up for the challenge. Carl was moved so his head was just over the edge of the mattress, lying on his back, so that he was just in the reverse throat fucking position. His cock was super hard as always. I stood at the mattress edge, jacking my cock and resting my balls on Carl’s mouth, Stephen was behind me. His huge arms around me stroking my chest and abs, and licking my ears and neck and whispering his encouragement, telling me to build up a big one for the pig below me.
Every now and again, I pushed my leaking cock into Carl’s mouth and fucked his face for a while before going back to jack off and getting my balls licked again.
Stephen was doing wonders with his hands and his mouth, not only by kissing my neck and licking it but also the dirty chat he was telling me. Using his dirty imagination to fire off my dirty thoughts. He was doing well getting me to imagine Newton and his latest fuck pal double fucking Chris who was actually lying beneath me waiting for a huge load all over his face.
As he gently started to tease my nipples, sending marvellous sensations down to my balls, he was getting me to imagine Carl being double serviced by not just Newton and his friend but also ourselves – mixing up the couplings with Carl’s hole and the four cocks, and not only that but Carl taking turns to suck on the wet cocks after each portion.
Suddenly I was so close to shooting. I warned Carl and Stephen. Carl started to jack himself quicker, the same as I did, but he moved himself further of the bed by a couple of inches and begging me to open my legs for him. He was after access to my hole to lick. Carl was on the ball, knowing what we both wanted. Stephen increased the pressure on my nipples, and I felt his huge cock resting not too far from my well licked hole.
My imagination was suddenly fixed on Carl’s arse being pounded by Newtons fat black ten inches together with Stephen’s similarly sized but white cock and my cock thrust down his open throat. Together with Carls very real arse licking, and Stephens hands pinching, pulling and twisting my nips, I knew I was there, and I called out to Carl. I stepped back away from Carl pushing against Stephen’s heavily muscled frame, and aimed my cock right at Carls face, forcing it down over to his face and let go, accepting all the electricity travelling to my balls.
I stopped wanking myself and just let the spunk fly. All I heard was Chris cry out “Oh Christ”, after the third or fourth jet splattered onto his face and I became aware that Carl was also shooting his load at the same time.
When my shooting had petered out, I leaned forward to take a look at Carl’s face. There was hardly a spot where there wasn’t any cum. He lay there with a huge grin on his face and his eyes tight shut and he was laughing – his chest also covered with his own juice heaving. He opened his mouth to speak and there were a couple of lines of my cum stretched between his lips. He stuck out his tongue to lick his lips clean.
“I should remember to be careful about what I ask for”.
He moved back onto the mattress to rest his head, and I stepped forward and put my arms on the bed to steady myself. My cock rested on Carl’s forehead, over an eye and down to his cheek.
“I’ll get the towel”, Stephen rumbled.
“Please”, said Chris, “I need to clean my eyes”.
Within a few seconds the towel had arrived and Stephen was gently clearing the cum from Carl’s eyes.
“I hardly saw any of it”. Chris was still laughing.
He’d brushed my cock aside as he cleared his eyes. Stephen reached forward and took hold of my cock and placed it on Chris’s lips. “Second helpings”? he asked.
Chris didn’t need any further encouragement, taking my cock in his mouth and licking the head clean of my cum.
The towel was used to clean up the jizz from Carls body and after he’d done his duty by my cock, we hauled him to the shower to clean up and to play around under the thankfully warm water.
We lay back on the bed covered with our towelling gowns and towels and relaxed.
I seemed to feel that Stephen had something on his mind and wasn’t too surprised when we decided to get up off the bed to dress when he asked me for a private word.
Carl was good enough to give us the space and Stephen put it to me that he should hack Carl’s phone to look for private porn, reasoning that if Mike had done it, they why not Carl too.
I pointed out that Carl had his phone switched off to stop receiving messages and calls.
“We can use the computer downstairs to charge up his phone, we’ll offer tonight. You can take him upstairs and fool around with him for thirty minutes or so and I can remove the SIM and hack into the folders to see what he has. We both know that Carl isn’t as innocent as he looks most the time. We’ve seen him here with us the past couple of days, it’s difficult to stop him”.
Stephen was right about Carl’s attitude to sex and how he used his ‘guiltless’ personality and how butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, but he was one of the biggest cum guzzlers and almost a total bottom par excellence, we knew and his boasting of the number of guys he’d had and his behaviour in Berlin showed the true side of him. We had no idea what he’d be like alone. I thought about it, and my naughty side won and I told Stephen to go ahead.
Just before bed that evening, Stephen asked Carl for his phone to charge it up. There was panic from Carl. He didn’t want the phone switched on for Mike and others to contact him. Stephen assured him that the phone did not have to be switched on to charge it, but if he wanted to be sure of no contact he could remove the SIM. Then Carl said that the charging cable was in his car, outside in two feet of snow.
Stephen calmed him. We’d use the computer cable. It was exactly the same. Carl relented passing the mobile phone to Stephen and watched carefully as he removed the SIM and placed it by the monitor.
Carl and I went upstairs whilst Stephen did his business. Carl was easy to seduce into some sex, and didn’t notice or care that Stephen wasn’t with us. It was mostly kissing and petting that we did, and I got Carl to talk about some of the guys he’d been with and what had happened. He seemed to get off boasting. I was able to keep him talking by asking simple questions.
Half an hour later Stephen joined us handing the charged phone back to Carl assuring him that the SIM was safe and he could re-insert it into the mobile in the morning.
I asked Stephen if he had got his business done.
“Yes I did the accounts file and found everything. We will see later the state of the business”. Was his judgement. He joined us in bed, lying next to me with Carl on the other side. He reached under the Duvet and felt both our cocks.
“You guys have been up to something”.
“Just chatting about men and sex”. We owned up.
“Well, I’m ready for some shuteye”. Stephen announced. The lights went out and the three of us fell asleep.
The next morning the wind had dropped and changed direction bringing some relative warmth for a couple of days we were told by the forecasters but we were to expect another cold snap a few days after that.
The snow started to melt and the roads cleared by the council. Carl came to us and announced that he’s be leaving that afternoon. He had one final favour to ask of us. Could he use our land line to call a friend in Germany. It was to arrange for a stay with him. We agreed and Carl spent five minutes talking in German to his friend and dropped the receiver and told us with a smile that it was all fixed. He started his journey that afternoon.
We saw him off after a good lunch, and with some food and drink for him for his journey. We had been happy for him to stay with us and had some great sex with him. We sat at the computer to see what files Stephen got from the phone. There not as many as we’d blackmailed from Mike, but there were files listed in German, some videos and some photo’s. As we opened the first folder, I noticed that the SIM from Carl’s phone was still by the monitor. I mentioned it to Stephen. All he could do was shrug his shoulders.
We opened the largest of the video files, it was an old video, with Carl looking young. He was with other youngish guys messing about with each other. I counted four other guys with Carl. Then a fifth guy turned up, similar in age but different in one aspect. The guy was black and his cock was huge. I mean really huge compared to the other guys. The next scene was Carl trying to suck on the thing before worshiping it with the other three guys and then Carl as a bottom taking the rubbered cock deep into his hole. The other guys standing around and wanking. The film obviously expertly edited changed to Carl in other positions being the pig we knew him to be, sucking on the other guy’s cocks before they blew their loads over him, before the black guy also shot his load over Carl’s arse. The credits came up with a different name for Carl and the name of a German porn company.
We looked at the folder again and the title in German was ‘Mein erster Schwarzer – Daniel’. Also in the folder were other video’s with the name Daniel included ‘Daniel und ich allein’, ‘Daniel und Benny mit mir’, and ‘Daniel ist der Größte aller Zeiten”. It seemed that the young Carl had a thing about Daniel. We looked at Daniel and Benny. Benny was another black guy with a skinnier body than Daniel but another enormous cock that the Young Carl was into. Again, the video’s looked professional.
Stephen and I debated just how old Carl was when he made the films or rather someone made the films of him. By finding the production date on the credits of the film we reckoned that Carl must have been barely legal at eighteen. We had seen the videos in which he had performed in the US under a different name to that we knew for a well-known porn company. His European looks and demeanour were such that the production company put it out that he and a couple of others were Russian. It was there and then that he first met Mike who was also working for the same production company though they didn’t perform together on film or tape for them.
There was another folder labelled simply talking. This turned out to be a group of sound files with Carl and Mike talking about guys they fancied and had fucked together and what they liked and enjoyed.
The last folder we looked at was videos of a more recent time. It was Carl with other guys but Mike was not around in any of them. We didn’t recognise any of the locations but a couple of guys in them we knew. We had met and fucked with them during Mike and Carl’s parties we had been invited to back in the barn, South of London. Carl was really into these guys with the same enthusiasm as he had been over the previous days with us. Bear-back sex and all the trimmings. So, it wasn’t just Mike who was cheating, the problem it seemed was that Mike was cheating at home.
We stored the files away having made another copy which we put in our safe and sat down in our sofa together. We would leave the guys alone to sort out their problems. We’d also be very careful about when we had sex with them. We didn’t want our images passed around and shown to others. Yeah, we were hypocrites taking the files from our friends and information blackmailing Mike, and using what we had for our own enjoyment. We didn’t feel any guilt about it. We just made copies and hadn’t removed any. Later we looked at the business files and from what we both knew about accountancy the records were correct but the leather business was loss making since the start of Covid and the aftermath. There was no wonder that they gave up the business. It was a drain. The same could be said from notes Carl had made about the pub/restaurant they had ventured into. It was heavily losing money. We wiped the business files.
Would you know it, Mike called Stephen asking again if we had heard from Carl.
We hadn’t we told him and we wouldn’t either. We had promised Carl. We knew where he was headed but Mike didn’t ask and so we said nothing. He was complaining about all the extra work he had to do now Carl wasn’t around and we tut tutted, and that now Carls SIM was not working. We look at the SIM lying on our desk by the computer and smiled at each other.
“I’d come and see you guys but I’m too busy”. Mike said to us. We were grateful for that. We told him that at last we could get around but that some local roads were down with fallen trees and there was still lots of melting snow on the ground. Mike didn’t seem to be listening and only perked up when we mentioned going out to get fresh supplies in.
“Yeah there a hot dude who delivers to me here, I think I’m close to having him. He’s interested but never has the time to hang around”. He told us.
We told Mike that we were expecting another storm and freezing conditions again soon. All he said was ‘fuck’.
We wished him well, hoped that the poor weather wasn’t affecting business and hung up, wondering if we’d ever hear from Carl again and who would call us next. Just as we settled down for an evening drink and to watch TV, Stephen’s phone rang again.
It was Chris, the high-class London Escort, who knew us both as well as Mike and Carl.
Did we know what was happening between Mike and Carl. Carl had disappeared and Mike had been calling him three times a day about it and was becoming a bore. We thought ourselves lucky we’d only had three calls over three days.
Chris said he was thinking of coming down to see Mike, and asked if we were up to him visiting us whilst he was in the area. It was a long way for him to come and refuse him a visit. We offered him a couple of nights with us if he liked.
“Hell guys, that would be perfect. Thanks”.
“Just don’t tell Mike you’re staying with us huh”. Stephen told him. “Say you’re staying in a hotel in Truro to fuck some clients”.
We heard Chris chortle. “Sure guys”. I’ll let you know when I arrive. Maybe in a couple of days’ time.
We did our shopping in Penzance, having to take the long way around as the road over the moors was blocked by fallen power lines and trees over burdened with snow. We just don’t get snow in the far west of Cornwall.
Settling back at home and emptying the Range Rover of all the stores we picked up I went to the computer to find an e-mail from Carl, now on the continent and would be staying with a good friend. He’s got himself a new SIM and gave us his number, begging us not to give it to Mike. He’d thought about the business they ran at the pub/restaurant and would seek advice about terminating the connection and getting his share of the money. It seemed Carl and Mikes relationship was over.
He'd be living with his friend in Germany from now on.
We typed up a reply to the e-mail and made our promises and added the new phone number to our contacts.
It was two days later just as the weather had turned and most of the snow had melted that Chris called to say he was in Truro. He was pissed off as the Car rental company at the railway station had closed and had spent an hour in the cold trying to find another decent rental company in the area. He was going down to see Mike at the pub. He thought he’d be with us at about five or six that same evening.
We waited patiently for Chris’s arrival. One thing we knew that Chris, a total sexual being would be in bed with us within a few minutes of his arrival. We were one of the few men who got to fuck him, Chris’s escort business giving him the opportunity to fuck both men and women, though his preference was for men, and hung muscled men in particular who he could top. We wouldn’t have put it past Chris to be fucking Mike before he came to us.
We delayed eating until Chris arrived, and he was on time. We greeted him warmly and diverted his attention from fucking to eating and talking.
Mike, he told us was in a state, now regretting what he had done but not repentant. He had a guy staying with him semi-permanently who had his own job and couldn’t help out with the running of the pub. Mike even turned down the chance of a free fuck.
Chris was incredulous. “A FREE FUCK”. I hardly ever give away free fucks”.
“We’ve never paid”. Stephen told him.
“Ah yes but you guys are friends and never clients”. Chris told the table, reaching across to hold my hand in plain view of Stephen. “Besides, I fancy this one like crazy, I’m so in love with his looks and body”. He winked mischievously at me.
“I almost got him the first time I saw him”.
I remembered. Stephen and I were on our first visit as a couple to Mike and Carl’s, south of London at the converted barn, and Chris turned up and after some group fun, Chris tried it on with me as I slept. Stephen annoyed as fuck turned the tables on Chris and we ended up fucking half the life out of Chris with Mike and Carl watching from the bedroom doorway.
We’d laid down the rules quite firmly with Chris; if any fucking was going to happen between the three of us, then Chris will be the bottom. There would never be another way. Chris to his credit, accepted what he was told and kept to the rule and we’d had quite a few decent fucks of Chris’s arse.
Chris asked if we’d heard anything from Carl. We denied everything. Not a word, not a peep.
“Weird”, Chris pronounced. “Everyone was the same according to Mike”. Mike had told him that he thought Chris would have come to us, but we had said we’d not heard from Carl and we were cut off because of the storm and the snow. We confirmed about the weather pointing out the un-melted snow on the ground.
Chris nodded understanding. We let the topic drop only to add about the poor weather forecast for the next few days.
“Fuck, does that mean we all have to sleep together to stay warm”?
“No”, Stephen told him. “There is the spare bedroom for you to use unless we are still on your free list”.
“Guys, of course you’re on the free list. You two are the most desirable gay couple I know of. I’d be a fool, to charge you a couple of thousand pounds for sex with me”.
“Just how much money do you make in a month from just fucking”? I asked the sexy Swiss stud.
“That depends on the clients, what they want and so on. What I charge can be different with each client. Women get charged more than men because I prefer men, Couples, man and woman and woman and woman get charged more, two men together who both want fucking get charged less than those who want to fuck me. Single guys it depends on who they are and how attractive they are, and then there are the incidentals, travel costs, insurance costs, especially from those who are a bit kinkier with me and then there are the times I bring along a partner with me as you know from my visits here before. That is more money”.
“Is there a discount for cash”?
“No”. Chris was adamant. “All payment is in cash. I’m no fool, I’m not having the taxman come after me and I don’t do on-line payment either as I don’t want people tracing me for money”.
“So, in a month, how much do you make”? I pressed him.
After my living costs, I suppose fifty thousand pounds in a medium month.
I nearly fell through the floor.
“That much for just fucking”.
Nonchalantly Chris added. “Not just fucking Gerren, there is the transport costs and other stuff too, and that is after I have taken off my living costs, Running my home, food, my phone bill, gym and so on. I also get an income from my family’s bank too”.
I could see Stephen mentally calculating how much interest and investment premiums as well as rental money from the businesses we owned in the North of Scotland from Stephen’s inheritance, we made each month as a result of the fortune Stephen inherited from his great grandfather when we married. He sniffed.
“That’s a decent income”. He announced, “when you compare it to what we make each month”.
Chris thought for a moment and then recalled our good fortune. He was one of a very few friends who knew. He’d tried to persuade us to invest in his family’s bank, but Stephen kept his money in Scotland and London and I did the same though in London and locally in Cornwall.
“So, Chris, maybe we should be charging you for any sex we have”. Chris to his credit laughed. “Do I get a discount for helping clear up the table and the washing up”.
“Only if it includes plenty of wet kisses”. I teased him.
Good to his word, Chris helped out and included the kisses. I had forgotten just how built he was and that he was taller than me but not as tall as Stephen. I was very attracted to Chris, and I sometimes fantasised about him and I together but his sexual life was incompatible to what I wanted and I had found perfection with Stephen.
As we worked in the kitchen, Stephen called out if Chris wanted his usual drink. “Yes, Laphroaig”, he called back. We kept some for him.
“Chilled water separately”. Stephen reminded Chris that he knew the style.
“I love you guys”. Chris laid on the charm. “Perfect hosts”.
Stephen had poured out two Armagnacs for us both in our regular snifters and we sat back in the warm lounge and sipped our drinks.
“Are you going to the Canaries in your boat?” enquired Chris.
“Not this year”. I told him, “Stephen has asked that we sail to the Greek Islands and we have invited two Swedish friends to join us.
“WOW”. Chris seemed excited. “You guys will be fucking all the time there, pulling the studs off the beach and having loads of hot group action”.
“Maybe”. Stephen was teasing Chris who was winding himself up.
“You must tell me the dates that you’re going to be there. I could fly out on a few days holiday and join you. I could even make some money on the side, whilst I top up my tan”.
“I know what you want to top”. Stephen again teased Chris.
“What are these choice Swedish meatballs like”?
“Extremely tasty” was Stephen’s opinion.
“Do I get to see what they look like”?
I got out my phone and scrolled the screen to find photos of Ake and Lars. To my surprise I didn’t have a photo of them together.
Chris approved of them both, especially Lars and asked if we had any nude photos. I didn’t which Chris said was a great shame.
He changed the subject.
“Who was the last person we had fucked”?
I mentioned the Thai boys who had stayed with us back in October but Stephen remembered the Twunk, Matt, who we had fucked like crazy one day.
Chris wanted to see his photo, but we didn’t have any, but told him of Matts Grindr account and that he did OnlyFans videos of his conquests too.
Chris stood up immediately to pull his mobile out of his pocket. “Fuck where does he live”.
We’d met Matt in Camborne.
Chris was working his screen and then smiled looking intently at the screen and asked if the photo on the screen was the same guy. It was.
“You guys fucked with him”?
We nodded.
“He’s gorgeous.” Chris scrolled through the photos on the page and announced that Matt seemed to be a pig too. And he has OnlyFans as well”?
“We have some of the stuff”.
“Damn”, Chris seemed smitten.
“I doubt if he’d be able to pay your fees”. Stephen tried to put the kybosh on any connection between Matt and Chris.
“I’d give that guy a freebie for sure, something he’d never forget”. Chris was pawing at his cock, his whisky forgotten for now. “You guys have had him”?
Stephen nodded. “The once. Mike put us onto him”.
“Mikes had him too! I see”. Chris thought for a moment. “Do you think it’s all part of Carl’s disappearance”?
“Could be, we wouldn’t know”.
Chris stared at his phone again and the photos on Matts’ Grindr account.
“He travels a lot, he tells us. He might not be around but whilst you’re staying in the area…..” I let the idea run through Chris’s head.
“Don’t bring him back here”, Stephen warned.
To be continued.....
“Yeah” was Chris’s only reply.
