Jack

[Autolycus]

Part Nine​

The weather forecast for the weekend was very promising, long spells of uninterrupted sunshine with temperatures reaching the eighties. Jack would have gone down to the beach to swim or maybe surf if there was sufficient swell on the sea. However, his duty to his aunt meant that he was obliged to stay and look after her house. I would be a disaster if anything untoward happened on his watch. His father would have his hide for a start and then he would have to deal with the consequences when he came face to face with Aunt May on her return from her world cruise.

The alternative was to make use of the swimming pool in Aunt May’s large and secluded garden. Jack felt that a day by the pool on his own would be dull, so he decided that a pool party would be in order. He would invite Peter of course and the other members of the party could be Michael and his newfound friend, Martin. Jack had his doubts about Martin, but Michael said he was OK and in any event, there was not much harm for him to do in the open air around the pool. So, Jack got on the phone and made the necessary arrangements for the three of them to join him on the Saturday morning.

As promised, Saturday arrived and the sun rose to give a warm glow right from early dawn. By ten o’clock when the guys were due to arrive it was really warm and getting hotter by the minute. Peter was first to appear and he had brought an overnight bag as he was going to stay for the entire weekend. Michael and Martin arrived when it was almost eleven o’clock and Jack had almost given up on them.

“Sorry, we are so late but we had a heavy night and overslept,” Michael explained. Martin hung back looking rather sheepish. This was the first time that he had been to the house and he was clearly overawed by the splendour of the place.

“Never been in a gaff like this before,” he remarked. “You say your aunt lives here all on her own? Where I come from at least twelve, maybe more families would occupy such this much space.” Martin grew up in a block of council flats that had seen better times and was in the rougher part of town. It was an area with high unemployment, crime, much of which was drug related and was conserved a ‘no-go’ area after dark unless you happened to be a resident and even that was no guarantee of safety.

Michaels influence had done much to change Martin’s lifestyle and expectations but he was still finding the environment of the more privileged section of society was strange and often intimidating. Jack still had some reservations about Martin but never the less, his regard for Michael meant that he made Martin feel welcome. Jack had prepared a barbeque lunch and had bought in a supply of beer and soft drinks. The four guys were all looking forward to an enjoyable relaxing day together.

As it was quite hot in the sun, the pool was too much of a temptation and it didn’t take long for the group of friends to strip off and jump into the cooling waters. The secluded nature of the garden and the absence of anyone else from the house meant that they could swim naked. So it was that the greater part of the morning was spent ducking and diving in the water and playing an informal version of water polo until feeling exhausted, they lay down on the grass and dried off in the warm sun.

Jack set out a table and chairs and fetched some chilled beers from the fridge, placing them in a cool box. His guests gathered round and supped beers as he prepared their meal on the barbeque. As he was cooking, Jack thought back to when they laid on the grass by the pool. Peter lay next to him and Michael and Martin were a little apart from them. Peter dozed off and having no one to talk to, Jack watched Martin. He was rather skinny but had his share of muscle and well endowed; his balls were large and hung low while his uncut cock was long even in repose. Jack could not help wondering what it would look like fully erect. As he watched, he was to have his answer sooner than expected.

Michael had turned over so that he was face down on the lawn. Jack supposed that he wanted to build the tan on his back and butt. Martin saw his partner in this prone position and straddled him so that his cock and balls were at the base of Michael’s butt. Martin proceeded to massage Michael’s shoulders and then his back, working his fingers deftly up and down the recumbent Michael’s spine. Every now and then Michael gave out a moan of pleasure giving Martin encouragement whenever he hit a spot where the massage felt best. As he worked, Martin was becoming aroused and his cock slowly rose to an upright, banana-like position. Jack drooled as he thought of what he could do with that particular eight inches or more of hard flesh. As he watched, he felt his own dick stir and start to rise. He placed a hand over his growing erection but Martin had seen it and he motioned to Jack with his head that they should make their way over to the house.

Michael had fallen asleep leaving Martin free to go. Jack looked down at Peter and saw that he was sound to the extent that he was snoring slightly. The pair made their way quickly to the house and into the sitting room where they sat down side by side on the sofa.

“You like what you see then?” Martin said as he placed a warm hand on Jack’s bare thigh.

“Yeah… yeah, I d… do,” Jack gulped.

“Then maybe you’ll like this more,” Martin replied before he squatted in front of Jack and massaged his dick to full erection and proceeded to lick it. Jack bucked his hips so that he moved nearer to the edge of the seat making it easier for Martin to cup his balls and take the whole of his cock into his mouth. Jack had little doubt left that Martin was very adept at giving a blowjob to blow the mind as well as bust his balls. Jack was willing to give Martin similar, if less practiced, treatment but Martin seemed anxious to get back to Michael, not wishing to have him know that he had indulged himself in this way with Jack.

They made their way back to where the others were, relieved to find that neither had awoken. Jack resumed his position near Peter while Martin lay himself down on the far side of Michael. After a short space of time, Jack announced that he was going to get lunch ready and in so doing caused his friends to come back from their slumbers.

“Right, lunch is ready,” Jack announced and the three others brought their plates for him to serve the food. They were full of praise for his cooking skills as they fell too and enjoyed the meal. Once they had finished their main course, Jack went over to the house to collect some fresh fruit salad and cream that he had waiting in the fridge. Martin followed him and asked where he could find the bathroom. Jack pointed the way and without waiting for him to return took the desert out to the table. As he was sharing out the fruit, Martin came back and sat at his place.

The meal over, they carried the dishes through to the kitchen and shared in the business of washing them up. Michael then said that he needed to go to the loo, and Peter and Jack expressed the fact they too felt the need, so they formed an orderly line. The call of nature satisfied, they went back to where they had spent their time prior to lunch and passed the time chatting, swimming and sun bathing. All this time they were naked and quite unabashed by the fact that they were so. No one could have said how their conversation after their last swim had turned to matters of sex but it did so and they discussed at length their exploration of various sites on the Internet, each one admitting to the fact that they took pleasure in watching porn. It was not too long before the talk turned to action as one of them suggested a circle jerk. Once again, Jack was able to see Martin’s super size dick in all its glory and as he was the first to ejaculate was called upon to pay a forfeit.

“As you have busted your nut you have to suck each of our dicks in turn,” Michael said with a course laugh.

“Bags I go first,” Martin said and it was thus that Jack finally got to have his way with the monster cock. He brought Martin to a climax and was almost on his last gasp when after dealing with Michael set to work on Peter. They all jumped into the pool and washed off the final traces of cum. When they had dried themselves, it was time for Michael and Martin to leave as they had an invitation to a stag night. It was one of Martin’s cousins to be married the following weekend and his fiancé had insisted that the boys have their fun well in advance of her big day, as she did not want it spoiled by a drunken groom. Reluctantly, Jack and Peter saw them off, wishing them a good time.

Left to their own devices, Jack, and his buddy settled down for the evening in front of the TV. It was when they went upstairs to go to bed that Jack noticed that the door to his aunt’s bedroom was open. He could not recall having left it open when he had made his rounds of the house prior to his guests arriving, so he stepped inside to make sure the window was closed. He also looked around the room to make certain that everything was as it should be. He noticed a space on the mantelpiece normally occupied by an antique French clock. Of the clock, there was no sign.

“Christ!” he exclaimed. “The thieving bastard’s pinched it!”

“What’s up?” Peter asked on hearing Jack’s cry.

“My aunt’s clock; it’s gone. Martin must have nicked it when he went to the bathroom.”

“I don’t see how as he was naked. How could he pinch a clock without you seeing him with it?” Peter asked.

“He must have put it somewhere and collected it just before they were leaving,” Jack surmised.

The missing clock took the edge off the rest of the weekend, Jack’s libido suffered and Peter left wanting when it came to what should have been a night of sexual delight. The next morning he made his excuses and went home saying that he hoped jack would be able to recover the clock before his aunt returned home. Jack tried several times to get Michael on the phone but was unable to reach him until late in the day. By that time, Jack got into a state bordering upon frantic and Michael had to try to calm him down before he could make any sense of what he was trying to say. Once he got the message and was aware that Jack was accusing Martin of having stolen the clock, it was Michael’s turn to erupt. He was not having his partner accused of theft. Martin may be a rough diamond but he was honest, and the phone call ended in an argument that reduced to name-calling and what was tantamount to the final breakdown of a life-long friendship.

Jack torn between the desire to confront Martin face to face or to call in the police, accusing him of the theft, did not know where to turn. There was still some time left before his aunt returned home but he could not have her find that he had brought a thief into her house allowing him to make off with one of her most prized possessions. The next two days were agonising. It was on Wednesday that the telephone rang.

“Good morning, may I speak with Mrs Marsden?” a man said.

“Who is calling?” Jack asked.

“It is Frank Bullough of Bullough and Sons the jewellers,” the caller replied.

Jack immediately thought that the jeweller had phoned to say that the clock had been offered to him for sale and that somehow it had been traced to his aunt.

“I’m sorry but she is not here. I am her nephew and am looking after her affairs in her absence.” Jack said nervously.

“Perhaps you will care to tell her that her clock is now ready for collection.” Bullough said.

“Clock? What clock?” Jack gasped.

“We have had the pleasure of refurbishing her French boudoir clock and it is now readfy for collection at her convenience,” Frank Bullough said in a pompous manner.

“Thank you… Oh, yes…. Thank you!” Jack exclaimed with relief. “I will call and collect it.”

“I am sorry, sir but in view of the value of the clock I can only return it to Mrs Marsden in person. When is she due to return home?”

Jack told the jeweller when Aunt May was due home and Bullough said that he would be happy to keep the clock in his safe until she was able to call for it. Jack thanked him profusely and once he had put the phone down, he realised that he had to make amends with Michael. That was not going to be easy in the circumstances.

 

[Autolycus]

Part Ten​

Jack was full of regret that he had accused Martin of stealing the clock from his aunt’s bedroom. He felt so foolish now that he had to go and apologise for jumping to conclusions and getting things so dreadfully wrong. The fact that he had destroyed his long friendship with Michael left him with an emptiness that he could never have anticipated. He realised that Michael was like the brother he had never had and that his life would never be the same again if he could not gain his forgiveness. Not only that, he had to gain the forgiveness of Martin.

Martin was something of an enigma. He came from a very different background than either he or Michael and that was why Jack was suspicious of him. People from his part of town were considered too close to the criminal fraternity that existed there and it meant that they were all tarred with the same brush, whether they were honest or not. Jack had come to realise, rather too late really, that this was not the case. Martin may be a bit of a rough diamond but that did not mean that he was not to be trusted and the fact that he had earned his keep by taking money for sex should not condemn him as a thief. Michael had helped Martin regain his self-respect, had got him into a job, and accepted him as a partner. Jack was having to come to terms with the reality of that and he owed Martin an apology as much if not more than Michael did.

He drove up to the flat that Michael and Martin now shared. He knocked on the door and Martin opened it.

“Mike, looks like we have got an unwelcome visitor,” he called over his shoulder upon seeing Jack on the threshold. “You’d better come inside,” he said to Jack as he stood aside to let him into the flat.

“Who is it?” Michael said. “Oh, it’s you – what do you want. Come to cause some more trouble I suppose. What else has gone missing from your precious aunt’s rotten house?”

“Hi, Michael. No, you’ve got it all wrong. I’ve come to apologise. I was stupid. The jewellers were overhauling the clock. They phoned to say it was ready for collection. I’m sorry; I made a most dreadful mistake thinking Martin had stolen it.”

“So Mr High and Mighty thinks he can just come round here and all will be well again,” Michael snapped. “It’s not like that. Your attitude towards Martin is unforgivable. You are a rotten snob Jack and you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Any way it’s Martin you have to apologise to, not me. You will only regain my friendship if you can get him to accept your apology.”

Martin had stood by listening to this. Jack turned to look at him and was about to speak when Martin put up a hand to stop him. “No don’t say anything. You think I am trash don’t you just because I don’t have your fancy background, went to the right school, or speak like I got a plum in my mouth. Let me tell you I am as good as you, if not better as I have had to make my own way in this world. It’s been hard at times but I have never, ever stolen anything from anyone.”

“I’m sorry Martin, truly I am. I have been absolutely stupid. I panicked when I saw that the clock was not where it should have been. I just did not think straight. I should have guessed that there was no way you could have taken it. I will do anything to have you forgive me and be friends.” Jack was on the verge of tears when he said this. “I mean what I say… I will do anything to earn your forgiveness.”

Martin walked over to Michael and whispered in his ear. Michael grinned and nodded his head obviously agreeing with whatever martin had said to him.

“What?” Jack asked wondering what it was they had agreed upon.

It was Michael who replied. “You have to admit that you have been a bit of an arsehole, Jack. You think through your arse, you often talk through your arse and it seems only right that your arse should answer for your error. You are going to have to pay a forfeit. Drop your pants and bend over that chair.”

Jack naturally expected to receive a thrashing and prepared himself for a hand or worse to apply itself to his bare upturned butt. He was surprised when instead he felt a cold dollop of gel applied to his butt hole followed by a finger. He bucked but a hand pushed his head down restraining him in his arse-up position. He then felt a hard condom encased cock forcing its way into him.

Michael came round and stood so that Jack could see him. “You fancied Martin’s cock didn’t you? Well it’s all yours for now. You can enjoy being Martin’s bitch by way of punishment for your false accusation.”

Jack’s immediate feeling of humiliation did not last for long. He was soon gasping for more as Martin pounded his ass, his balls slapping against Jack’s butt with each and every thrust. Michael pulled his cock out of his pants and said, “You may as well give me some pleasure while you are receiving your punishment, suck on this!”
Jack did as he was told… ‘If this is my punishment,’ he thought, ‘I am happy to receive it!’

At the end of the session Jack’s arse was a little sore but that was nothing compared to his joy at having restored good relations with his pal and with Martin or should that read ‘Martin’s hot rod’?

 

[harry113]

Thanks Auto. What a punishment??If Jack hadn't jumped to conclusions he wouldn't have had to pay in such a fashion ! .... lol.
Thanks, wonderfully crafted
Harry

 

[Autolycus]

Regret to say that's all for now so far as these characters are concerned.

Thanks for the kind comments.

 

[harry113]

Thanks Auto, for a great story
Harry

 

[Trent0n1]

A thoroughly enjoyable read Autolycus...thank you very much!

 

[DonQuixote]

Trent,
Thanks for finding this thread and bringing it to the top.

Auto, a very nice read, indeed. You have a very interesting style to your authoring. And very enjoyable.
Thanks.

 

[Autolycus]

After a long break, this story has taken on a new lease if life!

Part Eleven



Jack was seated in his office feeling rather pleased with himself. His music publishing business had reached a milestone, having been established ten years ago to the day. As he looked around the room he told himself that life was good. His company had won a number of awards and the certificates and trophies were proudly displayed in the office. However, pride of place was given to the clock he had inherited for his Aunt May who sadly passed away some twelve years ago. The ornate and valuable clock had become featured in the logo for his company “Time for Music”. The money that had come along with the clock was what enabled Jack to found his ever growing and successful music publishing enterprise. Although he could have had a career as a professional organist he wanted to help other musicians develop their talents. He considered teaching and had been encouraged by the college he attended to join the faculty once he had gained his doctor’s degree in music. Attractive as that was, he wanted to be the master of his own destiny and not bound by the rules of academia. Hence the idea of a publishing company that provided a platform for young composers. Jack continued to play the organ professionally and had become something of a celebrity in his own right.

Looking at the clock, he smiled to himself as he thought back to the time when it went missing and it was thought that Martin had stolen it. His ‘punishment’ when he had to apologise for wrongfully accusing Martin was an experience he would never forget and he often wondered what had become of Martin. As he was reminiscing the phone rang.

‘Hi! It’s Peter. I have got some tickets for a concert tonight, interested in going?’ Peter was Jack’s partner, although not in business. They had moved in together years ago and more recently entered into a legal civil partnership, the closest thing that they could achieve short of gay marriage. Like all lovers there were times when they disagreed with one another and as both men were highly emotional, arguments could get fairly heated. One such argument took place last night. Peter was a graphic designer and took the lead in matters relating to the refurbishment, extension and decoration of their shared Victorian home. Peter had found some very expensive wall paper that he wanted to use in the dining room but Jack was concerned about the cost. He felt sure that there was a less expensive alternative. They had argued and Peter went to bed in a huff and could not be consoled by Peter’s sexual advances. They had slept back to back and Jack had left for work without talking to Peter.

‘Hello Peter, I guess the concert will be OK, what is it?’ Jack replied. It was typical of Peter to break the ice after a tiff with a treat of some sort.

‘A classical recital at the Town Hall... Charlie Metcalfe gave them to me; he couldn’t go after all and didn’t want to waste them.’ Peter explained.

‘So what time does it begin?’ Jack asked.

‘Seven-forty-five. Shall we meet at home or at the hall?’ Peter asked.

‘I’ll see you at home as I will want to shower and change before going,’ Jack said.

‘See you then,’ Peter said before he rang off. Jack smiled. They were on speaking terms again but he still didn’t know whether he or Peter had won the argument over the wall paper although he knew that in the end he would let peter have his own way in the matter as he was so fond of the guy that he would always give into him in the end.

Peter was in the shower when Jack arrived home a little after five that afternoon. He quickly stripped off and ran into the bathroom and joined Peter in the shower stall. Peter was covered in soap foam and Jack flung both arms around him and slithered their bodies together in the warm wetness of the foam.

‘Damn, you’re hard already!’ Peter exclaimed as he felt Jack’s erection pressing up against him.
‘Too right I am, you wouldn’t let me have my evil way with you last night and you’re going to satisfy me now if you want that bloody wall paper.’ Jack said putting on a villainous sounding voice. Peter dropped to his knees and took Jack’s hard cock into his mouth and with his hands gripping his partner’s butt cheeks gave him a grateful blowjob.

* * * * * *​

They got to the concert venue with about ten minutes to spare and as they were about to enter the main door Jack noticed a guy sat on the pavement holding out a tin mug begging for coins. He had a piece of cardboard hung around his neck by a length of string with the words ‘Hungry and Homeless’ scrawled on it. Jack fumbled in his pocket for some loose change and tossed the coins into the mug. ‘Thanks mister,’ the beggar said as Jack followed Peter through the door. They found their seats and as they sat down, Jack said to Peter, ‘There was something familiar about that homeless man begging outside.’
‘Was there, can’t say that I noticed,’ Jack replied. They couldn’t say more as the conductor appeared on stage, took a bow and the concert began. Jack found it hard to concentrate on the music as he was thinking about the guy on the street. Just before the first half of the concert came to its conclusion Jack realized why the face was familiar. Making his excuses to Peter, saying that he needed to get some fresh air Jack went out of the concert hall and looked to see if he could spot the beggar. There was a mobile coffee shop a few yards down the road and he saw that the man he was seeking was standing there, a hot drink in hand. He ran down the road toward him as as he approached he could see that his suspicions were correct.

‘Martin, Is that you?’ Jack called and the man turned to face him. A slow smile spread over his face and he replied, ‘Jack?’

‘Yes, I’m Jack. Martin whatever has happened; why are you begging on the streets?’

‘It’s a long story, let’s just say things have not gone my way lately,’ Martin replied.

‘Look, I can’t stay but I’m glad I found you. Here is my card with my office address. Call and see me tomorrow morning. I’m sure we can work something out.’ Martin looked at the card and smiled, ‘OK,’ he said. ‘I’ll see you i the morning. Thanks.’ Jack patted Martin on the shoulder and turned and made his way back to the concert. It was Peter who found it hard to concentrate on the second half as he could see that Jack had been up to something during the interval. As they were leaving to go home he asked, ‘What are you up to? I can tell by that look on your face that you didn’t just go out for some fresh air during the break?’
‘No... That homeless guy we saw as we went into the concert, you know I said I thought he looked familiar. Well, it turned out to be I was right. He is Martin Boscoe, John’s friend that was. You met him a couple of times at my aunt’s place way back when.’

‘The guy you thought had stolen the missing clock?’ Peter replied.

‘Yes that is he,’ Jack said. ‘I have asked him to call and see me tomorrow at the office. I think I may be able to help him.’

‘I hope you are not going to regret that,’ Peter said.

‘Why should I regret tying to help an old friend?’

‘Hardly a friend... There’s something about him that makes me uneasy. Why should he be begging on the streets?’ Peter said as the continued to walk i the direction of their home.

‘I don’t know – he said it’s a long story and I intend to find out when he comes to the office in the morning.’

* * * * * *​

Martin drank his coffee and was still chewing on a ham roll as he made his way to the night shelter. He couldn't get over the fact that he had met up with Jack after such a long time. He smiled to himself as he remembered how he had humiliated the arrogant little prick who had the nerve to accuse him of stealing some bloody clock. He paid for his error all those years ago but Martin thought Jack still owed him and he would see that he paid and paid in full. He wouldn't just get a cock up his ass this time around.

* * * * * *​

Michael had thought that Martin’s ‘revenge’ on Jack for the misunderstanding over the clock had been nothing more than a joke but Michael had underestimated the nature of his friend. Martin was a vindictive individual and a bully. Martin had settled for a time after Michael had got him straightened out and in work and they appeared to be a normal loving couple. Martin’s days as a rent boy became a thing of the past but his temperament was a problem. Michael soon found that his lover had mood swings and there were times when he lost it and became quite vicious. The first occasion when Martin struck Michael came after they had been to a party to celebrate the birthday of one of Michael’s colleagues from work.

A dozen or so friends had gathered at the home of Rachel who worked alongside Michael. Theirs was no more than a friendship between two co-workers and Rachel’s a boy friend Wayne was also at the party. Rachel introduced Michael to Wayne and Martin before moving on to talk to other guests. Wayne was a tall good looking guy who was a semi-professional footballer. This gave Michael a topic to talk about and Martin soon found himself excluded from the conversation. There was plenty of food and drink on offer and so Martin went to help himself to a beer. One drink led to another and soon Martin was well on the way to becoming drunk. He returned to where Michael stood talking to Wayne and he started to make trouble accusing Wayne of trying to get off with his boy-friend. Naturally, Wayne denied that as he was straight and was with Rachel. Notwithstanding Wayne’s denials Martin continued to bait him and then took a swipe at him, knocking Wayne’ drink out of his hand and causing it to soak his shirt front. Rachel had seen what had happened and rushed over telling Martin he was no longer welcome at the party and that he should leave immediately.

Martin swore at Rachel and proceeded to tip up the table on which the food was set and Wayne and a couple of other guys caught hold of him and frog marched him out onto the street. Michael apologized to Rachel and ran out after Martin who stood shouting obscenities at the guys who had thrown him out of the party. This was to be the first of several such incidents and the final thing that decided Michael to have no more to do with Martin was when he came home drunk one night with a friend after Michael had gone to bed as he was feeling unwell.

The pair was loud and Michael struggled from his bed to see what the commotion was all about. He was horrified to see Martin naked on the floor with a naked stranger on top of him.

‘Hi Mikeywikey,’ Martin slurred drunkenly as he saw his partner looking down at him. ‘Meet Chuckywucky my one night stand fuckywucky!’

‘You’re drunk!’ Michael exclaimed, ‘and who the hell is Chuckwucky?’ The stranger struggled to his feet and standing his hand outstretched said, ‘Hi... I’mmm Ch...Ch..Chuck, I have come here w...w...with M..m...mm...Martin for some fun.’

Michael, who had a raging headache was not amused but had to admit that Chuck was quite a stunning looking guy. He was a good six feet tall with broad shoulders and an all over tan that set off his blond hair and shaggy bush from which an abnormally long, thick cock stood out like a third arm. Regardless of Chuck’s sexual appeal, Michael was not amused by Martin bringing him into their home and violating their relationship.

‘I think Chuck had better put on his clothes and leave,’ Michael said.

‘Like hell he will,’ Martin said grinning all over his face from where he lay on the floor looking up at his partner as he confronted Chuck. Michael was adamant but Martin continued to argue that Chuck should stay and began to be aggressive and ended by him knocking Michael to the floor. Chuck saw that things could become far more heated and grabbed up his ripped jeans, underwear, t-shirt and loafers and without stopping to dress ran out of the apartment. Michael went back to bed leaving Martin on the couch. Martin apologized profusely next day once he had sobered up but Michael said that he could take no more of his bad behavior and told Martin in no uncertain terms that he was to move out.

For a time Martin rented a place of his own but trouble at work and his alcohol addiction eventually meant he became homeless and this was how Jack found him. When Martin called at Jack’s office he gave an account of his predicament that was anything but the truth. Jack swallowed the story hook line and sinker and offered Martin a job as a courier.

When Jack went home that evening and told Peter that he had employed Martin, Peter said that he thought it unwise. ‘Have you spoken to Michael to hear what he has to say about Martin ending up as a homeless dropout?’

‘I’m not sure where Michael is these days. I've tried the only phone number I have for him but the line seems to have been disconnected.’
‘Have you tried his work place?’ Peter asked.

‘I can’t remember where he worked and I don’t want to ask Martin as it seems that they parted on bad terms long ago. In any event I don’t want martin to think I have been checking up on him,’ Jack replied.

‘You are too trusting. I’ll ask around tomorrow,’ Peter said.

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[Craiger]

Auto, you bad boy. How did I miss this story? I've read to part six and will eagerly continue tomorrow. It's a long time since we've had a threeway going on in the story forum...... Love it.

Craiger

 

[Craiger]

I'm up to date after 5 years of not knowing this story existed. I'm glad you decided to continue after all this time, Auto. However, I worry about Martin's revengeful attitude. Jack may have bitten off more than he can chew. I hope it isn't because of that huge piece of meat........

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

These guys have moved on somewhat over a ten year period and it is going to be interesting to see what Martin has in store for Jack and why he should be so bitter toward him.

 

[Autolycus]

A couple of days had gone by and Peter had drawn a blank with his inquiries. He was one of those guys who hated to fail in anything he undertook and he was frustrated as he was certain that there was something to be learned about Martin and his break up with Michael. Jack was aware that his partner was feeling tense as they lay side by side in bed.

‘What’s up?’ Jack asked, his voice showing his concern for the many who was the love of his life.

‘You know what’s up... it’s that monster Martin. I am sure that he will bring nothing but trouble and yet I can’t find any trace of Michael to ask him why Martin was homeless and on the streets.’

‘Martin has explained to me. He had a problem with drink, lost his job, argued about it with Michael and decided to leave him rather than be a burden,’ Jack replied.

‘That’s what he has told you but that just doesn't wash with me,’ Peter said. ‘There is more to it than that. Michael would not just give up on him without some good reason. He had helped him in the past and would have seen him through the drink crisis I am sure.’

‘Well forget Martin for the moment and relax,’ Jack said as he put an arm around Peter and tickled him under the arm.

‘D.... d.... don’t!’ Peter exclaimed. ‘You know how ticklish I am!’

‘Then cheer up and kiss me,’ Jack said as he puckered his lips and sought Peter’s. Peter turned toward Jack and their lips met. Their love making had taken on a leisurely pace after their years together in contrast to the torrid clinches that marked their early days and nights of sex. They often laughed at the thought that they resembled an old married couple, rejoicing in their compatibility and mutual enjoyment of their long lasting relationship. Jack’s fingers lightly brushed over Peter’s chest and abdomen as they moved down to seek out the erection that sprouted from the soft patch of hair that covered his pubis and scrotum. Peter trembled slightly as Jack made contact and ran his thumb over the head of his pre-cum slicked penis.

‘Ahhh! That feels so good,’ Peter moaned in a whisper into Jack’s ear before he took the lobe between his teeth and gently nipped it. Peter knew from experience just how sensitive Jack’s ears were and would often tweak them during their sex play. Now Peter moved his hand across Jack’s chest and rubbed the mini-erections of his nipples. The precursors to their heightened sex play cleared all thoughts of Martin and the possible problems he might cause.

 

[Craiger]

There's nothing wrong with an old married couple..... Better that than the problem Michael and Martin had. I wonder when the disastrous evil that Martin is planning will begin. Hopefully Peter will find Michael soon and solve the mystery.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

It was lunch time the following day the Jack ran into Rachel, Michael’s former colleague. By coincidence they had both chosen the same place for their lunch and were equally surprised to meet one another. As Jack was walking into the restaurant, Rachel was walking out.

‘Rachel! Good to see you, how are you? It must be what... three years since I last saw you?’ Jack exclaimed.

‘Why hello Jack... quite the stranger; yes, I suppose it has been that long. I’m good...how are you?’ Rachel replied not hiding her surprise.

‘It’s quite a coincidence that we should run into one another like this. I have been trying to trace Michael and you may well be the very person to tell me where he is these days.’ Jack said.

‘You mean you haven’t heard?’ Rachel replied with a concerned look. Jack immediately sensed that Rachel was to be the bearer of bad news. ‘No... I lost touch with him some eight or nine years ago.’

‘Well it must be all of six years since his accident. You really mean you know nothing about it?’

‘No... an accident? What accident? Tell me what happened – is he OK?’ Jack replied.

‘It was not long after he split up with Martin; he was driving home one night and it is thought he fell asleep at the wheel. His car crossed over onto the wrong side of the road and he collided with a truck coming in the opposite direction. He was pronounced dead at the scene, there was nothing they could do for him. Mercifully, the report said that it was over so quickly that he would not have suffered much if at all.’ Rachel explained wiping a tear from her eye.

‘Martin; he was not involved I suppose?’ Jack asked.

‘No. No that horrid individual had gone away. You know what he did at my party?’ Rachel said.

‘I am afraid that I know nothing at all about anything that happened after I left to go to university. I have recently met up with Martin and in fact I have just taken him on as an employee. He was living homeless on the streets.’

‘He trashed my party all those years ago. Had a bust up with Michael, something to do with drink so far as I know and he disappeared off the radar so to speak. I don’t envy you taking him on, he is a thoroughly nasty individual, or was. Maybe he has changed, I wouldn’t know.’ Rachel responded.

‘From what you say, Martin may not have been entirely straight with me when he told me how he came to be on the streets. Thanks for the information and sorry to hear about poor Michael, I know you and he were good friends.’

‘Yes, I miss him. It’s been great to see you again, we must do lunch sometime. Here’s a note of my phone number but I must dash now, I’m running a little late for a client meeting. See you soon I hope, Jack.’ So saying, Rachel walked off and was lost in the crowd on sidewalk. Jack went up to the counter and ordered a burger with a side of fries and a Coke and went and sat down to eat his lunch.

 

[Craiger]

Ah! Fortunately for Jack (and Peter) Rachel has opened his eyes to the possibility of trouble. He is going to have to watch Martin very closely now.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

That evening Jack brought Peter up to speed on the tragic story he had learned from Rachel.

‘No wonder I was having trouble trying to track him down,’ Peter said. ‘Poor devil that a nasty way to go. I just hope that he didn't suffer. Do you think Martin was involved in any way? I wouldn't put it past him to have interfered with the brakes or steering on the car.’

‘You can’t say that, Peter.’ Jack replied. ‘The inquest would have looked into all aspects of the accident and had the car been tampered with, it would have been found at the time. However it does sound as though Martin was pretty awful in those days.’

Meanwhile, as Jack and Peter were speculating about Martin, the man in question was making himself comfortable in a store room of the building occupied by Jack’s company. Martin had given Jack the impression that he had been able to rent a small apartment with the advance he had been given on his salary. Nothing was further from the truth. Martin had used the cash to buy himself some new clothes, well not exactly new clothes as he found some newly new things at a charity chop. He also invested in a bottle of Vodka. He had got hold of a key to enable himself to get back into Jack’s office building after everyone had left for the day. He was thankful that Jack had not had an intruder alarm system installed. The store room was in a sub basement and not in regular use. There were old files stored there on a set of steel shelves. Martin was able to make up a bed of sorts behind the shelves and it was to his advantage that there was a sink with hot and cold water. A further benefit was the toilet located next to the storeroom, it was clean and like the store room, not one that was rarely used. All in all, Martin found his newly acquired accommodation quite a home from home – well better than the streets which had been home for quite some time.

Martin unrolled the sleeping bag he had acquired by a clever piece of shop lifting at a sports and camping store and settled down on his make shift mattress to take a swig from his vodka bottle. He lay and thought about the ways he could make life unpleasant for Jack. The vodka soon acted as a sleeping-draught and Martin drifted off into a dream in which he had a naked Jack chained up in a dungeon while he prodded him with a riding crop before applying it to the victim’s bare ass cheeks. In this erotic dream Jack was crying out for mercy, promising Martin whatever gratification he wished for.

 

[Craiger]

Martin certainly is a demented soul. Not only in his awakened state, but in his dreams as well. His hidden home will hopefully be discovered soon and an end put to his evil plans.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Everyone had gone home. The cleaners had completed their after office hours routine and the janitor had locked up and departed. Martin stepped out from his storeroom hidey hole and walked up the stairs to the main offices. In particular he was headed for Jack’s private office. He cautiously opened the door and looked around. The desk was clear. ‘Hmm,’ he thought, ‘smartass Jack is a neat and tidy fellow, I wonder what he has inside his desk?’

Martin rummaged through the drawers, there was the usual supply of stationery, some pens and a couple of note books, none of which had been used; an address book with names of clients, suppliers and the like but nothing else – certainly nothing incriminating or that could be of use for anyone seeking to blackmail Jack. It was then that Martin noticed the clock in its pride of place.

‘Hey my little beauty, I know you don’t I?’ Martin muttered, a grin spreading across his face. ‘I was accused once of stealing you so maybe I should do just that.’ He picked up the clock and took a close look at it. A pretty thing and obviously valuable, ‘You’ll fetch me a good sum at the pawnbrokers, I bet,’ Martin muttered to himself. He put the clock carefully into a satchel he had brought with him and set about checking through the desks of the other members of staff looking for anything of value. He was amazed to find what some folks left in their desks and he pocketed an expensive cigarette lighter, a watch and a couple of pieces of jewellery. The latter was not of any great value but they all added to his haul.

Next morning Martin reported for work in the usual way. Jack had gone to meet with some clients, so was not in the office and so the theft of his clock had gone unnoticed for the time being. No one else seemed to have missed their belongings either. During the course of the morning Martin was given some packets to deliver in his capacity as courier for Jack’s business and he set off with them together with his satchel of goodies. Once he had delivered the packages he made his way to the pawnbroker’s shop. He was well known there as he had frequently brought in items that had found their way into his possession during his days on the streets. Martin had become light fingered in his need to sustain his lifestyle as a down and out with no source of income. He was also adept at pick-pocketing. Benny, the pawnbroker’s clerk was dealing with a customer when Martin walked through the door. He immediately recognised Martin and was intrigued to see that he was looking smarter than usual and gave every appearance of having improved his fortune. Now Benny had a soft spot for Martin and he asked one of his colleagues to take over with the customer he was attending so that he could give martin his undivided attention.

‘Hey Martin, not seen you for a while, how can I be of assistance today?’ Benny said casting an admiring eye over the much improved appearance of his idol.

‘I have come into a small inheritance from my granny,’ Martin said. ‘It’s going to take a couple of weeks or so to sort everything out and get my hands on the cash. However, I have got some items here that I can leave with you as whatever you can give me against them will help with my cash flow problem.’ He took the clock and the other items from the satchel and placed them on the counter. Benny cast an appreciative eye over them and made an offer.

‘I thought you might offer rather more than that, the clock alone is worth more,’ Martin said unable to hide his disappointment.

‘I could up the offer,’ Benny said, ‘on condition that you do something for me.’ Martin looked at the skinny dark haired, bearded and bespectacled clerk wondering what favor he could possibly ask.

‘What would that be?’ Martin asked. Benny beckoned to him to lean over so that he could whisper in his ear. Martin stepped back, his face showing his surprise at what Benny had said. ‘How much more?’ he asked.

‘For you, I could double the figure,’ Benny said with a lustful glint in his dark eyes.

‘OK, when and where?’ Martin asked.

‘Come back here at 8.30 tonight, knock on the back door. Meanwhile here’s the first amount I have offered you,’ he said as he counted out the notes from the cash register. ‘You get the rest tonight after you have done what I want.’

‘There’s one other thing,’ Martin said as he put the cash in his pocket book. ‘The clock is precious to me and you must keep it until I redeem it no matter how long it takes. Agreed?’

‘For you, yes and as a mark of goodwill take this clock – you’ll need something to tell the time by. It’s not anywhere as good as the one you have brought in but it is a similar modern version,’ Benny said smiling lasciviously as he handed over the cheap carriage clock. Martin placed it in his satchel as a plan formed in his devious mind.

 

[Craiger]

Oh oh! Martin is planning on substituting the newer clock, but I hope it chimes like a coo-coo clock....lol That way he'll be caught for sure.... I do think Jack will notice the difference though. We'll see soon enough.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

The alley that ran behind the row of shops in which the pawnbroker’s office was located was dark. As Martin entered it from the main street he had to wait a while for his eyes to adjust. The dim outline of overflowing stinking dumpsters brought back memories of his destitute days and nights on the streets when a cardboard box was often his only shelter while a pile of old newspapers formed his meager bedding. He shuddered as something scuttled across his foot as he made his way slowly down the alley; did I really scavenge in a dumpster like that for food he asked himself as he passed one that served a burger bar. His stomach churned at the thought but then at last he saw a glimmer of light from the fanlight above the door he was seeking.

Martin knocked cautiously three times on the door, the pre-arranged signal with Benny. The pawnbroker’s clerk was wary and had to be sure that he was not being tempted to open up to someone who was seeking to rob the premises which held items of some value as pledges against money loans. A church clock chimed the half hour a Martin heard the rattle of a safety chain and several locks being thrown. Benny’s skinny face appeared around the edge of the door as it opened a crack. ‘You made good time,’ he said as he stepped back to let Martin into the passage behind him. Benny quickly closed and locked the door and slipped the safety chain back in place. ‘We have an alarm,’ Benny said, his voice hardly above a whisper. ‘I’ll just set it and then we can go up to my room.’

Benny’s room was up on the top floor of the building and had sloping ceilings as it was under the roof. The window on the front looked out over the street and lacked drapes, Benny explained, as no one could see into the window unless they happened by chance to pass by in a low flying aircraft. Benny’s sense of humor was lost on Martin who was there for one thing only and he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Benny was not the kind of guy that turned Martin on but he knew that unless he complied with Benny’s demands the little runt would blab to the police about the stolen items that he, Martin, pawned on a fairly regular basis. Whenever Martin had seen Benny in the shop he had been dressed in black pants with a black polo shirt with the shop’s logo embroidered in gold thread. The logo incorporated the usual sign for a pawnbroker, three balls. Martin thought he would like to cut Benny’s balls off, but there was no chance of that. Now, for this evening, Benny was wearing just an undershirt and a pair of CK boxers. The two items hung from his skinny frame and accentuated his legs and arms that lacked any real muscle definition under their cloak of thick dark hair.

Benny sat down on an overstuffed couch and beckoned Martin forward so that he was stood in front of him. Benny smiled up at Martin, his eyes looking full of anticipation through the thumb-print smear on his wire framed glasses. Martin could not help shuddering slightly as he saw the geek reach for his fly and pull down his zipper. He felt no enthusiasm for what was to follow and hoped that his limp dick would remain totally unresponsive to whatever Benny did with it. Having lowered the zipper, Benny put an eager hand into the fly and tugged on the waistband of Martin’s boxer briefs. He felt Benny’s hand scrape over his trimmed pubic hairs and grip the flaccid flesh of his cock. With a quick flick of his wrist, Benny pulled the shrunken shaft out into the open and he sat back on his haunches to appraise it.

‘Doesn’t look too great just now,’ he gibed. ‘But a little lovin’ should soon take care of that.’ Benny held the limp flesh in his left hand and winked up at the despondent Martin before touching the tip of Martin’s cock with his tongue. Martin felt an unwelcome twitch as his member reacted to the rough edge of Benny’s lingual muscle as it made an exploration of his penis.

‘Ha! So there is some life here after all,’ Benny remarked as he became aware of the slight but automatic reaction. He took the entire penis in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue making it wet and sloppy and thereby intensifying the sensations that Martin tried his utmost to ignore. Whatever omniscient power created human kind gave a man’s cock a will and life of its own and in spite of Martin’s revulsion, his penis began to fill and expand until it was fully erect and seeming to be begging for more of what Benny had to offer. As he coaxed the shaft with its finely toned and sensitive acorn shaped glans, Benny felt a mix of admiration and jealousy coupled with a powerful lust. This was a cock to taste, to tempt and above all to bring to a climax and so he went to work with a passion that soon had Martin subjugated to a sexual drive over which he had no control and by giving himself to Benny’s ministrations allowed his mind to wander and imagine it was some other person who was sucking him off.

By the time that Benny had caused him to ejaculate a plan had formed in Martin’s brain. He knew what he would do to make Jack suffer even more that the mere loss of his precious clock. It was Martin’s jealous attitude toward Jack that made him the scapegoat for all that had gone awry in Martin’s life. Like most people who had little or no control over their karma, Martin had to have someone to blame and in his case it was Jack although Jack had never done anything to harm him apart from wrongly assuming he had stolen that clock all those years ago.

His resolve and the fact that Benny had brought him to a shuddering climax merged into a force so strong that without any thought of what he was doing made Martin shove Benny back onto the couch. In a flash he had stripped off the skinny man’s underwear and turned him over so that his bare hairy ass was exposed. Martin spat a glob of thick saliva onto his hand and rubbed it over the puckered butt hole. He pushed an exploring finger deep inside and then followed it through with a quick thrust of his still throbbing cock. He heard Benny gasp and cry out as he plunged the entire length of his shaft deep into the hairy man pussy. As he frantically fucked Benny’s ass, Martin remembered how he had punished Jack in similar fashion and this made him all the harder and more aggressive as his balls slapped against Benny’s perineum and his hands slapped the fur-covered cheeks of Benny’s butt.

Satiated, Martin withdrew his cock from Benny’s ass and flopped onto the couch gasping for air. Benny rather than object to the pounding Martin had given, was still erect and ready to blow his load. He seized the opportunity to take advantage of Martin for one last time and he used his right fist to make several hard jerks on his cock as he knelt over Martin’s torso. His load splattered over Martin’s face and on his lips. Benny leaned forward and licked the cum onto his tongue and forced it between Martin’s lips as he continued to gasp for air.

Martin let out a final moan and shoved Benny away from him. He stood and gathered up his clothes and hastily dressed. He wiped the cum from his face with Benny’s undershirt and said, ‘Right! I’m off. You have had all you are going to get from me you despicable little runt. You try and blackmail me or even suggest we have sex again and I swear I will kill you!’ Martin strode from the room and out the back door into the dark alleyway, the sound of the intruder alarm ringing in his ears before Benny was able to silence it.