Kane

I know that it is somewhat of an anticlimax to the story, but it is really a report that was written for Spencer, the boss that is, though I edited certain sections for his reading.

Tracey and I moved into my apartment in Great Pye Street and he was soon at home there. A kitchen to perform wonders in and a bath that gave us many hours of delight. It was big enough for both of us and also had the room for us to have sex in at the same time. That's not discounting that bed where you could roll over three times and still not fall out.

We christened every room, every piece of furniture, every work surface and every carpet by my fucking him and him sometimes having me, in every nook and cranny of our new home. He even went out and bought a gross of those condoms which we depleted in a very short time as we got to know the apartment.

If my memory ever comes back, I know it will not surpass these last couple of weeks of me getting to know and fall in love with Tracey. To see him dressed there as a woman in all her glory and slowly pull off the dress to reveal that she was actually a man wearing that sexy underwear of a bra, suspender belt that held up the stockings he wore. To see him turn round to show me his glorious backside, those firm globes that I just loved to stroke and caress. Then his erection that stuck out so incongruously from the attire his was wearing. The smile he gave me from that beautiful face that I'm sure could have launched more than a thousand ships. The smile that was for me, my love. The love that loved me and made me happy and the body that was a slim and petite and yet had strength to take me on and swallow me up inside and give me the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

To feel his muscle squeeze me when I was up inside him as we fucked. To have him suck me and for me to suck him was love beyond the pale. So we ate, slept, lived and fucked each other and were content with having what many people never experience in their whole lives, true love.

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