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Get ready, if you like. It'll take me two minutes. He
thought about it some more.  Not even that.
Rory looked at Tracy.  I'm not sure I can wait that long.
 Me neither. Tracy sighed.  But there's some stuff I need
to bring.
Rory's eyes widened, and his mouth formed a startled O.
Tracy laughed.  It's nothing to worry about. Really.
 Well, I suppose I will just have to twust you on that
score. Rory said.
Tracy took a deep breath, running his sweaty palms down
the front of his joggers.  Right. See you in a couple of
minutes, huh?
* * * *
Even after bringing himself off in a freezing cold shower,
Tracy was still hard as a rock when he arrived back at
Twink's Bottom Manor. He banged on the door, shouting
 Rory, at the top of his voice. Rory opened the door to
the Tradesman's Entrance, swathed in a wine red smoking
jacket that made him look every inch the lord of the manor.
Tracy gulped and shook his head, trying to keep some sort
of hold on his lust fogged brain.  Come on, upstairs
quick.
Rory laughed.  Do you know where we're going?
 Not really, Tracy replied.  But I know I need to get
there quick.
Rory moved in front of Tracy and tugged on his hand.
 This way.
The bedroom was beautiful. Rory had drawn the heavy
curtains across the high windows, and the room was
cloaked in a cosy darkness, lit only by a handful of
candles on the dressing table, flickering their soft gentle
glow. Rory closed the door and locked it. Tracy looked at
him inquisitively. Rory shrugged.  We don't want Wedgie
intewwupting us, do we? As he turned his body towards
Tracy, his silky robe gaped open a little, his cock jutting
out like a tent pole. Tracy instinctively reached down to
hold it, using his other hand to cup Rory's heavy balls.
Rory sucked in a breath.  Twacy, I want to do this wight.
Tracy gave Rory's dick a tentative squeeze.  Let's get into
bed, then.
They walked over to the huge bed, and Tracy dropped his
little rucksack down onto it.  I brought that stuff. He
unzipped the bag and turned it over, the contents spilling
out onto the mattress.
Rory picked up the plastic wrapped cardboard packet,
squinting in the darkness to read it.  Wibbed Wubber
Womancers? he asked, his eyebrows raised.
 Oh. Tracy coughed nervously.  Um, it didn't sound quite
so weird when I was in the shop. I ... I didn't think you
would have any, and I didn't want anything to spoil it, this
evening, you know, being together, by not having the right
stuff with us. You don't mind do you?
Rory shook his head.
Tracy reached for the blue tube next to the condoms.  And
I brought this too. Because we're gonna need it, and like
these. ...  he gestured to the condoms,  ... I didn't think
you'd have any, so I packed a little bag just to make sure
nothing went wrong. I didn't mean to .... He stopped and
gave a huge sigh.  God, I'm really nervous.
Rory put the packet down, and reached for Tracy's hand.
 Me too. He gave Tracy a timid smile. He reached for
Tracy and drew him into his chest and they hugged each
other close. Tracy clung to Rory for a few moments before
lifting his head and planting a hot, wet kiss against Rory's
lips.
As they kissed, Tracy untied the loose knot of the smoking
jacket and pushed the silk fabric away from Rory's body,
allowing his fingers to trail in the softly curled hair that
covered Rory's large chest. Tracy pushed his T-shirt up
and over his head, and then wriggled out of his shorts.
Rory took the moment to shrug his arms out of his jacket
and he grabbed his and Tracy's clothes and threw them
down off the side of the bed.
 Come here, he said, pushing back the sheets, and
opening his arms to Tracy who snuggled in next to him
before Rory pulled the covers over both of them. They
reached for each other, hugging tightly, Tracy virtually
clambering on top of Rory before hooking a leg around
him and pulling him on top. As they planted soft kisses
against each other, Tracy reached out for the lube, flipping
the cap and doing his best to squeeze some into the palm
of his hand. He reached down for Rory's cock, and Rory's
eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed forward into the
tight circle Tracy made with his fingers.
Rory mumbled against Tracy's mouth,  I think we need to
do this. He gave another tight little thrust into Tracy's
hand.  Now.
Tracy nodded.  I'll get the condom on you, if you get me
ready.
Rory's dick slipped from Tracy's fingers as Rory pulled
back.  Weady? How?
Tracy squeezed some lube onto Rory's fingers.  Um, use
some of this, you know, down there, just to make it easier
for me.
Rory nodded.  Oh yes, I see, if you're sure that's alwight?
 Look, I'll show you, Tracy suggested, using his slick
fingers to rub lightly around his own puckered entrance.
He slipped a finger inside and moved it backwards and
forwards, as Rory watched in astonishment.  Would you
rather I just did it? Tracy asked him.
 No. No. Not at all. It's just ... oh God Twacy, I weally
don't know how to put this, but what if ...?
 What? Tracy asked.
 What if there's something ...  Rory lowered his voice to
a whisper,  ... up there?
Tracy couldn't help the giggle that bubbled its way out of
his mouth.  Bloody hell, Rory, I don't use my arse for
storage, you know!
 Well, I wealise that, Rory said indignantly.  I just don't
know how this all works and I didn't want to embawwass
myself. Or you for that matter. I wanted tonight to be
perfect.
Tracy reached up with his free hand to stroke a soft caress
against Rory's cheek.  I know. But really, don't worry
about that, it's all taken care of.
 Weally?
Tracy nodded.  Yes, really. Come on, let's get this show
on the road. He reached over for the condoms, his slick
fingers sliding against the plastic wrapping.
Rory slipped a finger into Tracy then, and Tracy gave a
sharp intake of breath.  Are you alwight?
 Yeah, I'm great. Please, keep doing that.
Rory pulled out and then pushed back in again, a little
harder this time. He started to establish a rhythm, pushing
out, then in, before adding a second finger.
Tracy wriggled a little, trying to get the position just right.
 Ah, yes, mmm, just like that, Rory, oh God yeah, that's
amazing, that's just .... Oh! Fucking hell! he shouted.
Rory propped himself up on one elbow.  What have I
done?
Tracy gave a frustrated giggle.  I can't get the bloody
condoms open. My hands are too slippery.  Here, you try
it. He shoved the box at Rory. Reluctantly, Rory slipped
his fingers out of Tracy and clambered out of the bed. He
wandered over to the dressing table where he rummaged
in a drawer for a pair of nail scissors. Snipping at the
corner of the plastic wrapping, he pulled it away from the
box, which he chucked straight back at Tracy before
returning to the bed, kneeling in front of Tracy while Tracy
rolled the rubber down the length of Rory's dick.
Tracy's cock poked against Rory's stomach as he lay back
down, the weight of his body pressing against Tracy.
Tracy drew his knees up and pulled Rory as close to him
as he could, Rory's heavy cock pressing snugly against
Tracy's hole. Rory reached down to position himself,
letting out a little moan as he pushed in.
 Oh, he panted.  That feels ever so ....
Tracy smiled.  Yeah.
Rory groaned as he pushed himself deeper into Tracy. He
pulled back, and then moved forwards tentatively a few
times, before eventually settling into a jerky but gentle
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