I have recently had a mind blowing foursome with Harry, his girlfriend, her best mate, and myself. It was a... spontaneous decision. I was doing my usual late night sessions on Facebook, and Harry pops up on chat. At first it's niceties, the normal hello's, how are you's and such until he drops in the most random question that I have ever had online. "Do you wanna meet for some fun with my girl and her mate?" I, off all things, took a step back. Jesus, he must of said something now, so I asked. "Yeah, she knows." "I take it it's her idea?" "No, her mate's." uh-huh. "OK...where are we gonna meet?" "My place."
Shit. I wasn't expecting this, to be honest I wasn't prepared for it. So, picking up my keys and the usual crap I carry when out, I head to his. On the way, I was thinking if this was a joke, some prank on his behalf, he has pulled that on people from time to time. It wasn't. AS soon as I knocked on the door, I was being snogged by his Tammy's, Harry's girl's, mate Rachel. She intro'd herself, and pulled me into the living room, where Harry and Tammy were waiting. Tammy slapped me when she saw me, then kissed me. She said she didn't like the fact that I condoned his actions, but liked the fact I kept him right. I had to stop everything for a moment (Rachel was starting to kiss Harry, I was guessing that this sort of thing happened before), and asked if this was for real. Harry merely said "Yes." Alright then, I thought, who shall I have first...
This was my first four-way, and I have never felt so euphoric, no erotic, in my life. To feel Harry between my thighs, while Tammy's legs were wrapped around my face, was something else. Of course, toys were involved. We experimented with different positions, Harry having a vibe inside his arse while I devoured his cock. Tammy writhed in pleasure as I thrusted into her pussy, Rachel feeding a thick, black dildo into her other hole. Stepping back while Rachel and Tammy, played with each other, Harry walking around, taking every angle of the events unfolding in front of us. Having Rachel against the wall, never slowing, never stopping. Harry taking a vibe to me, while feeding his own in as well. It all felt so natural. To be played with, to see a blond and a brunette fighting over my dick. To have Harry explode all over me, and to have both girls lick their way around my body...To have three gleaming holes wanting me to pleasure them. To cum over the faces of all three, damn I have never came so hard in my life...
It was the most intense sex session I have had in a long while, and I gave Harry a text, thanking him for the unexpected fun. He said to me: "No problem, maybe we could all do it again sometime." Oh I hope so Harry, I hope so...
28/05/2010
Friday Fill Ins!
1. Strawberries -- the best food to take on a picnic.
2. Summer loving ;).
3. I bloody hate flip flops.
2. Summer loving ;).
3. I bloody hate flip flops.
4. To love someone is to understand them.
5. There is nothing better than a long hike.
6. When I crave food, it's usually cheddar (I don't know why, I just love cheese!).
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to meeting an old friend, tomorrow my plans include total, self-indulgent laziness and Sunday, I want to have some fun!
5. There is nothing better than a long hike.
6. When I crave food, it's usually cheddar (I don't know why, I just love cheese!).
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to meeting an old friend, tomorrow my plans include total, self-indulgent laziness and Sunday, I want to have some fun!
Enjoy this week's Friday Fill-In's! (Thanks Janet!)
25/05/2010
The Feeling...
I'm getting bored. I'm getting bored with life, the people around me, the things that I normally take great pleasure in (with the exception of sex, that is my only saving grace...), all of it is starting to get...well, dull. It starting to look like I need a change of pace, a change of scenery even, and I know that the little getaway I have planned with Aimee ain't going to be enough. These four beige walls are starting to close in a little bit. It ain't too bad at the moment, but with all things considered...
I'm starting to feel like how I was when I first started this blog over a year ago, all down trodden and weary. Weary, what a word to put up. I feel old again, as old as the trees that line my road. One of the guys from the hostel, not sure who, I was pretty bladdered by that point, said to me that all I needed was a pipe and a pair of slippers and I'll be sorted. Yeah, like I want to make a career in armchair relaxing and a spot of tea and crumpets on a Thursday afternoon. I need the inspiration to feel young again. Damn, I'm twenty one next week, and I feel ready to pick out my favourite coffin! Hell, maybe I just need a kick in the backside or something. If only I could find that spark to light my life up again, maybe that could be the thing that I need. Who knows. I am told that I will get my life on course, and I hope that I do, but this journey has taken it's toll on me to no end. I still keep going, pushing as hard as I can, yet I do it without that old edge I used to have a long time ago.
Maybe I'll figure it out, but for now, I need to get something going. God knows what though. Any ideas people?
24/05/2010
Modern Warfare 2 - Amazing Knife Throw
I'll tell you what, this video actually made my jaw drop! I love Call of Duty 2, and that is a nigh on impossible throw...
Oh The Heat...
This past weekend has been nigh on unbearable! This heat has fried me, both on the skin and in the head, I can barely think little lone act...but, with all things, it should pass soon. With that in mind, I have some part exciting, part interesting news. Aimee, the girl whose bed is above my head each night, has had a bust up with some guy who has been messing her around recently. She came to me in tears, shaking pretty badly. I sat her down on my bed and held her. I knew it was what she needed. She let it all out, each and every last tear soaking through my tee. Her shaking had stopped, feeling safe in my arms. She started to speak, telling me about her situation. I said nothing, allowing her to flow through with her problems. Her monologue was punctuated with her screams. Deep, primal, angry screams. They hurt the ear, but they excited me in other ways. Now, I care about Aimee, she is probably one of the most level headed people in Chilton, but I could never sleep with her. We are too close as mates to do that. Now, with her let out her anger, I sorted her a cuppa and offered her a smoke. We sat there for a while, going over the events, helping her make sense to all of it. Now, I don't know who this guy was until I heard his tag name. Beserk. Cue a flashback of him with one of my ex-girlfriends. He was known as a serial sex maniac in my old area. I told her straight what I knew, and thought of him. She just shrugged. She thought as much.
Aimee went on about getting away for a few days, somewhere out the way to clear the head a bit. I made the suggestion of Eastbourne. My Great-Grandma owns a flat there, and she allows the grand kids and the great-grand kids to rent it out if we wanted. I had the email with the details to hand so I told Aimee the essentials. She sounded interested, and asked if friends were allowed into the flat. I told her no, because there has to be at least one member of the family in the household while it's being rented. SO it meant I had to be there. Aimee, surprisingly, didn't mind. So we got thinking about it. When would we go? Could we have the funds for it? How would we get there? How long for? We managed to answer those questions with a few phone calls and several scraps of paper. I sent an email down to my Great-Grandma, asking if I could book it for the days we wanted. I got an answer after about ten minutes. It was a yes, plus, as it was my birthday coming up, we got it for nothing. I thought excellent! Aimee became much brighter after that, and left my room shortly after with a spring in her step. That made me happy beyond belief, to see a friend be happy with the things to come.
So, we will be leaving on the 7th June, giving us two plenty of time to sort our stuff out and get everything else sorted. To be honest, I am a little apprehensive about it. We're planning to buy alcohol for the getaway, which means my mouth will run faster than Usain Bolt on speed. I just hope that I won't say anything too out of order, or too deep, to Aimee. I can't expose my true feelings for her, as I don't want to damage our relationship. But, I don't know what will happen, so I best brace myself for any coming storm that may approach.
Aimee went on about getting away for a few days, somewhere out the way to clear the head a bit. I made the suggestion of Eastbourne. My Great-Grandma owns a flat there, and she allows the grand kids and the great-grand kids to rent it out if we wanted. I had the email with the details to hand so I told Aimee the essentials. She sounded interested, and asked if friends were allowed into the flat. I told her no, because there has to be at least one member of the family in the household while it's being rented. SO it meant I had to be there. Aimee, surprisingly, didn't mind. So we got thinking about it. When would we go? Could we have the funds for it? How would we get there? How long for? We managed to answer those questions with a few phone calls and several scraps of paper. I sent an email down to my Great-Grandma, asking if I could book it for the days we wanted. I got an answer after about ten minutes. It was a yes, plus, as it was my birthday coming up, we got it for nothing. I thought excellent! Aimee became much brighter after that, and left my room shortly after with a spring in her step. That made me happy beyond belief, to see a friend be happy with the things to come.
So, we will be leaving on the 7th June, giving us two plenty of time to sort our stuff out and get everything else sorted. To be honest, I am a little apprehensive about it. We're planning to buy alcohol for the getaway, which means my mouth will run faster than Usain Bolt on speed. I just hope that I won't say anything too out of order, or too deep, to Aimee. I can't expose my true feelings for her, as I don't want to damage our relationship. But, I don't know what will happen, so I best brace myself for any coming storm that may approach.
22/05/2010
Moans...
Right, I'm having a moan now. Alex, one of the guys I live with, has his new girlfriend over. And what do young lovers do in the middle of the night? Scream until everyone in the knows they are fucking! God damn, I have never such screamers in my life before! They really do take the piss in terms of sex noises. It's like every five, maybe ten seconds, all i hear is the rhythmic banging of his bed, her moans of pleasure, that wet slap of skin to skin, all of it combining into one major headache. I know I'm not one to complain, I can let out a moan of pleasure as loud as anyone, but they win the prize for it! I may just have to have a word or two him (though saying that, if i did walk in that room, with the handy master key I own, I'll get a good kicking!), but I think I'll leave that to the morning.
OK. Moan over, now for some ramblings. I am put up something which I wrote a while ago, tyet never had the chance to post it up, until now. So, without further ado, here it comes.
I love cock. Bold, I know, but, for all it's worth, I love it more than pussy. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy as much as the next man, but I just love cock. In my arse, in my mouth, it feels so GOOD. My lover, Harry, fucked me so hard the other night, I was in really bad pain, but I took so much pleasure out of it, I couldn't give a damn. His dick, long, thick, and slightly curved, felt like it was going to rip me apart, and that's what I love about sleeping with men. I can 'relate' to the pleasure they get from me giving them my cock. I know it, felt, derived pleasure from it, so it gives me a higher level of pleasure on top of what I get. Sounds a bit greedy, but think about it. Sex with women is a completely different pleasure to sex sex with men. You sleep with a woman, and you take that pleasure like it's worth more than gold, but take a man in your bed, and it gets, FEELS, more personal. I can't really explain it, guess I am a bit young still ;).
Now, I am quite experienced in the pleasures of men, but my lover Harry, I am his first. Bless him, he tries so hard. Like I said before, I didn't know he was bi when I met him. Then, around Christmas last year, he come out to me, wanting to explore this side of sex. We've been meeting up regulary since, and I hate to say it, but I've grown fond of him. I like sharing my bed with him, he has a way about him, the way he holds himself. Full of it, but is oh-so-vulnerable. I love it when he lets me lead, then gets caught up in the the euphoria of it all and takes control. It gives me so much pleasure knowing I gave him this chance to do it. Ooh, I need to change the subject, I'm getting excited just thinking about him.
So, now I need to find some sleep (or a way to help ;)) and I shall post soon.
Until then.
-.AA.-
OK. Moan over, now for some ramblings. I am put up something which I wrote a while ago, tyet never had the chance to post it up, until now. So, without further ado, here it comes.
I love cock. Bold, I know, but, for all it's worth, I love it more than pussy. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy as much as the next man, but I just love cock. In my arse, in my mouth, it feels so GOOD. My lover, Harry, fucked me so hard the other night, I was in really bad pain, but I took so much pleasure out of it, I couldn't give a damn. His dick, long, thick, and slightly curved, felt like it was going to rip me apart, and that's what I love about sleeping with men. I can 'relate' to the pleasure they get from me giving them my cock. I know it, felt, derived pleasure from it, so it gives me a higher level of pleasure on top of what I get. Sounds a bit greedy, but think about it. Sex with women is a completely different pleasure to sex sex with men. You sleep with a woman, and you take that pleasure like it's worth more than gold, but take a man in your bed, and it gets, FEELS, more personal. I can't really explain it, guess I am a bit young still ;).
Now, I am quite experienced in the pleasures of men, but my lover Harry, I am his first. Bless him, he tries so hard. Like I said before, I didn't know he was bi when I met him. Then, around Christmas last year, he come out to me, wanting to explore this side of sex. We've been meeting up regulary since, and I hate to say it, but I've grown fond of him. I like sharing my bed with him, he has a way about him, the way he holds himself. Full of it, but is oh-so-vulnerable. I love it when he lets me lead, then gets caught up in the the euphoria of it all and takes control. It gives me so much pleasure knowing I gave him this chance to do it. Ooh, I need to change the subject, I'm getting excited just thinking about him.
So, now I need to find some sleep (or a way to help ;)) and I shall post soon.
Until then.
-.AA.-
21/05/2010
Friday Fill Ins!
1. A morning coffee never fails to make me smile.
2. I'm looking forward to my 21st!!.
3. The sounds of house and garden work is what I'm listening to right now.
4. Potato salad must have mayonnaise in it!
5. Stephen's special pasta was the best thing I ate today.
6. Today was pretty damn tiresome.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a good film, tomorrow my plans include relaxation and Sunday, I want to have Parris over!
I'll tell you what, this Friday Fill-In thing ain't half bad, I'll think I'll carry this on...
Head over to Janet's sweet little site for more Friday Fill-Ins!
2. I'm looking forward to my 21st!!.
3. The sounds of house and garden work is what I'm listening to right now.
4. Potato salad must have mayonnaise in it!
5. Stephen's special pasta was the best thing I ate today.
6. Today was pretty damn tiresome.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a good film, tomorrow my plans include relaxation and Sunday, I want to have Parris over!
I'll tell you what, this Friday Fill-In thing ain't half bad, I'll think I'll carry this on...
Head over to Janet's sweet little site for more Friday Fill-Ins!
19/05/2010
Right...
As you may have noticed, the last three-out-of-four posts that i have put up recently have been about my life a good few years ago. The main reason behind this is that Vicky, bless her, once told me that if I could set my mind to it, I could write a damn good book. Taking that to heart, I decided to start writing up the most important part of my life, my time with the Dark Angels. I posted the first three chapters (Birth to Dark Angels, Two Weeks On, and Running A Job), and now I want to know if I should carry on posting them in between my usual ramblings, or save the rest. What do you guys think? Let me know and I'll take a vote he he ;)
Elsewhere in my life, things have improved somewhat. Sonia has creeped back into my life, and for the past two days, we have been locked in my bedroom doing...well, pretty much anything. That's what I like about Sonia, always up for a laugh, always ready to explore things. She had been keeping herself busy at uni while I toiled away with my life. She met a guy out there, but it didn't work out. It's a shame, she needs someone closer to her, sometimes I do wish it was me though...
Zoe has gone, Leigh found out about Toni and her, causing all sorts of shit to blow up. Not looking for any implications into the affair, I broke things up between us. That being said, we still talk intimately on a regular basis, and I know she has been hinting at a possible meet-up. I won't go there though, the girl, regardless of the history between us, I just don't want the drama. Too much hassle for what is a fling.
I have been seeing Harry a lot more frequently recently. He is really getting into his own now. I'm glad he has coming to terms with his sexuality. I'm also glad that I could help him explore it. I may have said this before but, well, sod it. It's nice to see a jack-the-lad be in a vulnerable situation like that. It can be a bit humbling at times though, to see such a thing. Maybe I'm just too used to used to being with more confident men.
Life has Chilton, on the other hand, has gone downhill a bit. The staff have started clamping down on us, taking a few choice manoeuvres. I found Fie stalking the house at 11pm the other night. Scared the shit out of me. The place stunk of weed, and even though everyone in the house was out of it, including me, we all denied it. Fie was not impressed with us, but it shook us out of our comfort zone. We have all taken to going out of the property now, regardless of whether or not it's a joint, or a simple cigarette. At least we have the block of private flats round the corner, a nice little place, quite well sheltered, and quiet, you could hear a pin drop at the other end of the car park.
The guys of the house are alright. Stephen had a little bother with his finances, but he's managed to clear it up, and make a bit of cash on top. He's found himself a girl now, a nice Polish lass called Monica. He sees her nigh-on everyday. He's still meeting up with other girls though, but his relationship with Monica is along the lines of 'friends with benefits', so you can imagine what I have to block out half the time ;)
Dee, well, she's her own situation. Me and her had an intimate conversation over a smoke one evening, and she told me that she pines over her ex, who still sees her regularly. Bless her heart, chasing a guy who has admitted to her that he doesn't love her back. Ruel, the ex, is a decent bloke, but he's just not in wanting for the relationship that Dee wants. It seems almost a shame. She is such a nice person at heart, no matter the bravado.
Toni is still trying to find a way to sort herself out. In the last three weeks, she has changed her mind about all-sorts. She went girly dress mode, exercise regime, healthy eating, all went from promising starts to 'can't be arsed' ends. The girl has potential, just not the drive to step up to the plate. I don't think she will get very fer in her college course as well. I find it a shame. A glorious failure.
Aims is...god, I don't actually know what she is up to these days. All I know is that she has going out nearly every day with her mates Jade, Scott and Vic. A nice lot, but too much on the drugs. They smoke at least two ounces a day! How they can stand I do not know...
Taking into account all that has happened these last few months, I think I am better for it all. Yes, there was drama, yes, there was loss, and yes, there were good times, but I reckon I am on course again, back to how I was three/four ago, and I'm proud of that. I've done a lot recently (oh yeah, I'm thinking of joining the navy, but not for a long while yet, need to get fit first before anything), so I can say that I have turned my life around, and I can NOT wait for the day that everything in my life is in place, and that my heart can say at last: I am at peace.
-.AA.-
Elsewhere in my life, things have improved somewhat. Sonia has creeped back into my life, and for the past two days, we have been locked in my bedroom doing...well, pretty much anything. That's what I like about Sonia, always up for a laugh, always ready to explore things. She had been keeping herself busy at uni while I toiled away with my life. She met a guy out there, but it didn't work out. It's a shame, she needs someone closer to her, sometimes I do wish it was me though...
Zoe has gone, Leigh found out about Toni and her, causing all sorts of shit to blow up. Not looking for any implications into the affair, I broke things up between us. That being said, we still talk intimately on a regular basis, and I know she has been hinting at a possible meet-up. I won't go there though, the girl, regardless of the history between us, I just don't want the drama. Too much hassle for what is a fling.
I have been seeing Harry a lot more frequently recently. He is really getting into his own now. I'm glad he has coming to terms with his sexuality. I'm also glad that I could help him explore it. I may have said this before but, well, sod it. It's nice to see a jack-the-lad be in a vulnerable situation like that. It can be a bit humbling at times though, to see such a thing. Maybe I'm just too used to used to being with more confident men.
Life has Chilton, on the other hand, has gone downhill a bit. The staff have started clamping down on us, taking a few choice manoeuvres. I found Fie stalking the house at 11pm the other night. Scared the shit out of me. The place stunk of weed, and even though everyone in the house was out of it, including me, we all denied it. Fie was not impressed with us, but it shook us out of our comfort zone. We have all taken to going out of the property now, regardless of whether or not it's a joint, or a simple cigarette. At least we have the block of private flats round the corner, a nice little place, quite well sheltered, and quiet, you could hear a pin drop at the other end of the car park.
The guys of the house are alright. Stephen had a little bother with his finances, but he's managed to clear it up, and make a bit of cash on top. He's found himself a girl now, a nice Polish lass called Monica. He sees her nigh-on everyday. He's still meeting up with other girls though, but his relationship with Monica is along the lines of 'friends with benefits', so you can imagine what I have to block out half the time ;)
Dee, well, she's her own situation. Me and her had an intimate conversation over a smoke one evening, and she told me that she pines over her ex, who still sees her regularly. Bless her heart, chasing a guy who has admitted to her that he doesn't love her back. Ruel, the ex, is a decent bloke, but he's just not in wanting for the relationship that Dee wants. It seems almost a shame. She is such a nice person at heart, no matter the bravado.
Toni is still trying to find a way to sort herself out. In the last three weeks, she has changed her mind about all-sorts. She went girly dress mode, exercise regime, healthy eating, all went from promising starts to 'can't be arsed' ends. The girl has potential, just not the drive to step up to the plate. I don't think she will get very fer in her college course as well. I find it a shame. A glorious failure.
Aims is...god, I don't actually know what she is up to these days. All I know is that she has going out nearly every day with her mates Jade, Scott and Vic. A nice lot, but too much on the drugs. They smoke at least two ounces a day! How they can stand I do not know...
Taking into account all that has happened these last few months, I think I am better for it all. Yes, there was drama, yes, there was loss, and yes, there were good times, but I reckon I am on course again, back to how I was three/four ago, and I'm proud of that. I've done a lot recently (oh yeah, I'm thinking of joining the navy, but not for a long while yet, need to get fit first before anything), so I can say that I have turned my life around, and I can NOT wait for the day that everything in my life is in place, and that my heart can say at last: I am at peace.
-.AA.-
17/05/2010
Running A Job
I reached Intel's flat about thirty minutes before the time he asked. I waited around a bit, smoking a cigarette (I bought a pack of tailor-made smokes since I cleaned out the pouch of rolling tobacco I had that day), listening to the radio. I buzzed Intel's flat on the panel by the door. Intel picked up.
“That you Az?”
“Yeah it's me.” He buzzed me through, the lock on the door in front of me clicking open.
Intel was a shady little character. He got his name due to his network of contacts all around the borough, plus he was good at tracking. Word had it his father was ex-SAS, so it didn't surprise me that his senses were tuned so highly. He never said much when the group was together, speaking only when he needed to, normally about some trouble that's gone down.
I reached the door to his flat, three floors up the block. He had left it open, something he rarely does. Must be busy, I thought to myself when I crossed the threshold.
“Intel?” I called out.
“In the living room, Az.” Came his reply. I found him hunched over the coffee table, tapping at his laptop. “You're early, mate.”
“I know, I always am.”
“True that.”
“So, what's your problem?”
He turns around in his seat. “Earlier today, I got a call from a friend of mine in Ruislip, he has been saying that he's got a load of gear to shift, and that he needs help from us.”
“What sort of gear?”
“Hardware, mainly tools, and few bags of grade on top.”
“If that's all, then why call us?”
“Because it's hot.” Here we go, I thought. We get to play mule to some fucker who's done a raid out there, and somehow slipped up.
“Is this a favour, or a job?”
“A job, of course. He wants us to meet up with him at Hare's Field, you know the park opposite the pub?”
“Yeah I know the place.”
“Good, go grab a few blades from the kitchen, just in case something goes wrong.” I went into the kitchen, picking up the big ones out of the pot. “Oh, and grab a beer for me please, you can have one too.” I pulled two beers from the fridge, cracking them open with the bottle opener on my key chain. I head back into the living room, and set the blades down on the table. I passed Intel his beer and took a seat next to him.
We waited for a good couple of hours, not really saying a lot. I was texting K, swapping steamy messages about what we want to do to each other when we would be alone next. Intel was still on his laptop, feverishly tapping away at the keyboard. He was working on some Word document, I didn't know what it was about. I checked the time on the clock. It was 10:30pm, well into the evening.
“When is this guy going to ring?” I asked Intel.
“He said that he will ring when he gets there, he didn't say anything about what time though.”
“Oh, OK then.” I was getting bored, plus the texts from Lady K were giving me the horn. Five minutes later, the call came through. Intel spoke on the phone for a few minutes, then clicked out.
“It's time mate.” He said to me. We headed out to the car, an old 205. Intel had the engine tweaked to give it an extra push. We made our way to Hare's Field in relatively light traffic, so progress was quick. We got to the park where we arranged to meet. Intel called him on the phone. After a quick conversation, he hung up.
“Come, let's move.” Intel said. We got out of the car, and walked into the field. Something didn't feel right, I thought, yet as with all things like this, I'm always a bit paranoid. We found the guy on the far side of the field, near a clump of bushes.
“Charlie, how are ya?” Intel said to the guy.
“I'm alright, just need top get this gear moved. Who's this guy?”
“The name's Azrael mate.” I replied.
“Uh-huh, OK.”
“Where's the gear Charlie?” Intel popped in.
“In the bag, Intel.” Charlie chucks the bag to Intel, who goes through it. He frowns slightly, pulling out a hammer from the backpack.
“Mate, this hammer's stained. You didn't tell me that it was used.” Intel said.
“I didn't think I needed to, I just thought you wanted to know what was in it, not if it was used.” Charlie responded.
“Well, it's gonna cost you extra Charlie, otherwise I ain't doing it.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“£100 extra, or the deal is off.”
“Fuck off! I ain't doing that! That would mean £500 I would have to pay!”
“Take it or leave it mate, or we walk.”
“Oh, fine then.” He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket, counting out the notes. He offers it to Intel, who refuses.
“Give it to Az, he's holding it.” I take the cash, and stash it in an inside pocket.
“Sweet, now we are off mate, watch yourself Charlie.” Intel said.
“Alright then, see you about mate. Safe Azrael.”
“Safe mate.” I replied.
We broke off in different directions, Charlie heading towards the bus stop, us towards the car. Even though the deal was done, I still felt uneasy about my surroundings, and I was right. A brick flew into Intel's face, knocking him out. I look round, and I see three guys running up. I pull out the blades I was carrying, shouting at Intel to get up. He wasn't responding.
“Ah fuck it!” I shouted. “Come on you cunts!” The first one reached me, a screwdriver in his right hand. I dodged his swing, slashing at his leg. I missed, so I turned around and stabbed his stomach. The guy fell, a yelp of pain escaping his lips. The others reached me at the same time, one had a brick, the other a thin pole. I blocked the brick, pain searing up my arm. The thwack of the pole stung my back. I kicked out, connecting with the pole-wielder's shin. I head butted the other guy with the brick, and swung at his neck. I connected this time, and blood seeped from the gash. He stumbled back, desperately trying to hold the wound. I turned around to face my other opponent, who had grabbed the screwdriver from his fallen comrade. He threw the pole at me, missing me by an inch, and charged at me. I dodged him, and plunged the blade into his back. I felt the blade, which was a chef's knife, hit bone. He fell, screaming in pain.
I picked up Intel, who was still unconscious, and dragged him to the car. I threw him in the passenger seat, pulling his keys from his jacket. I jumped into the driver's seat, starting up the engine. I pulled away from the park, and drove down towards the estate. I got out my phone, pulling up Jimmy's number. It rang, then he picked up.
“Hey, Az, what's up?”
“Jim, shit's kicked off mate, Intel is in a bad way, I'm heading to yours now.”
“Kicked off? What the fuck has been going on?”
“Intel arranged a job, and asked me to come along with him. The deal went fine, but we got jumped on the way back to the car. He got a brick to the face, and I got hit a few times.”
“What about the guys that jumped you?”
“I dealt with them, what else could I do?”
“Ah shit. Alright, get to mine, I'll call K to get her arse over here.”
“OK, I'll see you in a bit.”
The drive over took around ten, maybe fifteen minutes, reaching Jimmy's around the same time as Lady K did. Intel was still under, blood dripping from his nose, which looked shattered. K helped me get him inside. Jimmy opened his door, letting us through. He took the car keys from me, so he could get the car in the drive. I laid Intel over the dining table, K started working on his face. His nose was broken, so K set it straight. That woke Intel up.
“AHH! What the fuck was...how the fuck...what happened Az?”
“We got jumped Intel. You took a brick to the face. I dealt with the guys that attacked us.”
“You see Charlie anywhere?”
“No, last I saw him, he was heading to a bus stop.”
“OK. Ah fuck it woman! Watch your hands!”
“Sorry Intel,” K said. “Let me patch this up, and you should be good.”
“OK, thanks.”
“Don't mention it.”
I headed into the living room, and sat with Jimmy. He started questioning me about what the deal was. I explained the deal, showing him the cash I was given by Charlie.
“Damn, £500?! just for the gear?”
“Yeah, and it's disposal, by the sounds of it.”
“Sounds about right, I'm surprised Intel took you out with that one, he normally has Tame or Shade with him on those jobs.”
“Guess it was my lucky day then mate.” Jimmy laughed at that.
“Come Az, let's get you a beer.”
We went into the kitchen, the sounds of K working on Intel's nose being heard clearly. Damn, I never heard so many sexist things being said in a space of ten minutes. K stayed silent, trying her hardest to fix that nose. Jimmy grabbed two beers from the fridge, throwing me one. I took it, opened it, and drank deeply. I needed it, the adrenaline in my body was giving me the shakes. I went over to the toilet to have a look at my back. Angry red marks covered the middle of it. I had to swear, I felt the pain from the wounds for the first time since the attack. Gonna have to get K to look at that, I thought to myself.
“You OK in there, Az?” I heard Jimmy call out to me.
“Yeah I'm fine,” I replied. I noticed that Intel's shouting had stopped. “Everything OK in there?”
“Yeah, he's patched up now, need anything looked at?” Lady K said.
“Erm...nah, I'm alright.”
I headed back out to the kitchen, the other three already there. Intel held out his bottle. “Thank you, mate, I'm glad I called you now.”
I clinked my bottle with his. “It's alright Intel, shit happens.”
“Sweet, do you have the cash?” Intel gingerly touches his nose.
“Yeah,” I said, chucking the wad of notes on the table. “So now what?”
“Well, Intel will do his usual dumping run later on, but for now, who fancies a curry?” Jimmy said. Trust him to come up with that. That night ended quietly, mainly conversation on the night's events being the main theme. Later, we found out who jumped us in the field that night. Some minor crew that, apparently, attacks anyone they don't recognise. Usual younger attitude to people. This little incident, though, did shed some light on the state of play at home. Rumour was that several of the younger elements of the area were going far beyond what the likes of us would do normally. Attacks on the elderly and random house raids were becoming commonplace. That piece of information alone worried me. Those in my generation did a lot to get things into some natural order, now 'Renegades', as Tame affectionately called them, were abusing that. Still, at least there were distractions to it, like my relationship to K, for instance. Things got intense between quite quickly, so it isn't hard imagine what happened between us. Nearly a month passes almost without incident, with the exception of Arch and Kane getting arrested while out on the tiles one night. Apparently, Kane started arguing with some random bloke over a drink, and Arch jumped in, then they started fighting. Cue the police. They got slapped on the wrists for it and moved on. A month on, and things took a turn for the worse.
“That you Az?”
“Yeah it's me.” He buzzed me through, the lock on the door in front of me clicking open.
Intel was a shady little character. He got his name due to his network of contacts all around the borough, plus he was good at tracking. Word had it his father was ex-SAS, so it didn't surprise me that his senses were tuned so highly. He never said much when the group was together, speaking only when he needed to, normally about some trouble that's gone down.
I reached the door to his flat, three floors up the block. He had left it open, something he rarely does. Must be busy, I thought to myself when I crossed the threshold.
“Intel?” I called out.
“In the living room, Az.” Came his reply. I found him hunched over the coffee table, tapping at his laptop. “You're early, mate.”
“I know, I always am.”
“True that.”
“So, what's your problem?”
He turns around in his seat. “Earlier today, I got a call from a friend of mine in Ruislip, he has been saying that he's got a load of gear to shift, and that he needs help from us.”
“What sort of gear?”
“Hardware, mainly tools, and few bags of grade on top.”
“If that's all, then why call us?”
“Because it's hot.” Here we go, I thought. We get to play mule to some fucker who's done a raid out there, and somehow slipped up.
“Is this a favour, or a job?”
“A job, of course. He wants us to meet up with him at Hare's Field, you know the park opposite the pub?”
“Yeah I know the place.”
“Good, go grab a few blades from the kitchen, just in case something goes wrong.” I went into the kitchen, picking up the big ones out of the pot. “Oh, and grab a beer for me please, you can have one too.” I pulled two beers from the fridge, cracking them open with the bottle opener on my key chain. I head back into the living room, and set the blades down on the table. I passed Intel his beer and took a seat next to him.
We waited for a good couple of hours, not really saying a lot. I was texting K, swapping steamy messages about what we want to do to each other when we would be alone next. Intel was still on his laptop, feverishly tapping away at the keyboard. He was working on some Word document, I didn't know what it was about. I checked the time on the clock. It was 10:30pm, well into the evening.
“When is this guy going to ring?” I asked Intel.
“He said that he will ring when he gets there, he didn't say anything about what time though.”
“Oh, OK then.” I was getting bored, plus the texts from Lady K were giving me the horn. Five minutes later, the call came through. Intel spoke on the phone for a few minutes, then clicked out.
“It's time mate.” He said to me. We headed out to the car, an old 205. Intel had the engine tweaked to give it an extra push. We made our way to Hare's Field in relatively light traffic, so progress was quick. We got to the park where we arranged to meet. Intel called him on the phone. After a quick conversation, he hung up.
“Come, let's move.” Intel said. We got out of the car, and walked into the field. Something didn't feel right, I thought, yet as with all things like this, I'm always a bit paranoid. We found the guy on the far side of the field, near a clump of bushes.
“Charlie, how are ya?” Intel said to the guy.
“I'm alright, just need top get this gear moved. Who's this guy?”
“The name's Azrael mate.” I replied.
“Uh-huh, OK.”
“Where's the gear Charlie?” Intel popped in.
“In the bag, Intel.” Charlie chucks the bag to Intel, who goes through it. He frowns slightly, pulling out a hammer from the backpack.
“Mate, this hammer's stained. You didn't tell me that it was used.” Intel said.
“I didn't think I needed to, I just thought you wanted to know what was in it, not if it was used.” Charlie responded.
“Well, it's gonna cost you extra Charlie, otherwise I ain't doing it.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“£100 extra, or the deal is off.”
“Fuck off! I ain't doing that! That would mean £500 I would have to pay!”
“Take it or leave it mate, or we walk.”
“Oh, fine then.” He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket, counting out the notes. He offers it to Intel, who refuses.
“Give it to Az, he's holding it.” I take the cash, and stash it in an inside pocket.
“Sweet, now we are off mate, watch yourself Charlie.” Intel said.
“Alright then, see you about mate. Safe Azrael.”
“Safe mate.” I replied.
We broke off in different directions, Charlie heading towards the bus stop, us towards the car. Even though the deal was done, I still felt uneasy about my surroundings, and I was right. A brick flew into Intel's face, knocking him out. I look round, and I see three guys running up. I pull out the blades I was carrying, shouting at Intel to get up. He wasn't responding.
“Ah fuck it!” I shouted. “Come on you cunts!” The first one reached me, a screwdriver in his right hand. I dodged his swing, slashing at his leg. I missed, so I turned around and stabbed his stomach. The guy fell, a yelp of pain escaping his lips. The others reached me at the same time, one had a brick, the other a thin pole. I blocked the brick, pain searing up my arm. The thwack of the pole stung my back. I kicked out, connecting with the pole-wielder's shin. I head butted the other guy with the brick, and swung at his neck. I connected this time, and blood seeped from the gash. He stumbled back, desperately trying to hold the wound. I turned around to face my other opponent, who had grabbed the screwdriver from his fallen comrade. He threw the pole at me, missing me by an inch, and charged at me. I dodged him, and plunged the blade into his back. I felt the blade, which was a chef's knife, hit bone. He fell, screaming in pain.
I picked up Intel, who was still unconscious, and dragged him to the car. I threw him in the passenger seat, pulling his keys from his jacket. I jumped into the driver's seat, starting up the engine. I pulled away from the park, and drove down towards the estate. I got out my phone, pulling up Jimmy's number. It rang, then he picked up.
“Hey, Az, what's up?”
“Jim, shit's kicked off mate, Intel is in a bad way, I'm heading to yours now.”
“Kicked off? What the fuck has been going on?”
“Intel arranged a job, and asked me to come along with him. The deal went fine, but we got jumped on the way back to the car. He got a brick to the face, and I got hit a few times.”
“What about the guys that jumped you?”
“I dealt with them, what else could I do?”
“Ah shit. Alright, get to mine, I'll call K to get her arse over here.”
“OK, I'll see you in a bit.”
The drive over took around ten, maybe fifteen minutes, reaching Jimmy's around the same time as Lady K did. Intel was still under, blood dripping from his nose, which looked shattered. K helped me get him inside. Jimmy opened his door, letting us through. He took the car keys from me, so he could get the car in the drive. I laid Intel over the dining table, K started working on his face. His nose was broken, so K set it straight. That woke Intel up.
“AHH! What the fuck was...how the fuck...what happened Az?”
“We got jumped Intel. You took a brick to the face. I dealt with the guys that attacked us.”
“You see Charlie anywhere?”
“No, last I saw him, he was heading to a bus stop.”
“OK. Ah fuck it woman! Watch your hands!”
“Sorry Intel,” K said. “Let me patch this up, and you should be good.”
“OK, thanks.”
“Don't mention it.”
I headed into the living room, and sat with Jimmy. He started questioning me about what the deal was. I explained the deal, showing him the cash I was given by Charlie.
“Damn, £500?! just for the gear?”
“Yeah, and it's disposal, by the sounds of it.”
“Sounds about right, I'm surprised Intel took you out with that one, he normally has Tame or Shade with him on those jobs.”
“Guess it was my lucky day then mate.” Jimmy laughed at that.
“Come Az, let's get you a beer.”
We went into the kitchen, the sounds of K working on Intel's nose being heard clearly. Damn, I never heard so many sexist things being said in a space of ten minutes. K stayed silent, trying her hardest to fix that nose. Jimmy grabbed two beers from the fridge, throwing me one. I took it, opened it, and drank deeply. I needed it, the adrenaline in my body was giving me the shakes. I went over to the toilet to have a look at my back. Angry red marks covered the middle of it. I had to swear, I felt the pain from the wounds for the first time since the attack. Gonna have to get K to look at that, I thought to myself.
“You OK in there, Az?” I heard Jimmy call out to me.
“Yeah I'm fine,” I replied. I noticed that Intel's shouting had stopped. “Everything OK in there?”
“Yeah, he's patched up now, need anything looked at?” Lady K said.
“Erm...nah, I'm alright.”
I headed back out to the kitchen, the other three already there. Intel held out his bottle. “Thank you, mate, I'm glad I called you now.”
I clinked my bottle with his. “It's alright Intel, shit happens.”
“Sweet, do you have the cash?” Intel gingerly touches his nose.
“Yeah,” I said, chucking the wad of notes on the table. “So now what?”
“Well, Intel will do his usual dumping run later on, but for now, who fancies a curry?” Jimmy said. Trust him to come up with that. That night ended quietly, mainly conversation on the night's events being the main theme. Later, we found out who jumped us in the field that night. Some minor crew that, apparently, attacks anyone they don't recognise. Usual younger attitude to people. This little incident, though, did shed some light on the state of play at home. Rumour was that several of the younger elements of the area were going far beyond what the likes of us would do normally. Attacks on the elderly and random house raids were becoming commonplace. That piece of information alone worried me. Those in my generation did a lot to get things into some natural order, now 'Renegades', as Tame affectionately called them, were abusing that. Still, at least there were distractions to it, like my relationship to K, for instance. Things got intense between quite quickly, so it isn't hard imagine what happened between us. Nearly a month passes almost without incident, with the exception of Arch and Kane getting arrested while out on the tiles one night. Apparently, Kane started arguing with some random bloke over a drink, and Arch jumped in, then they started fighting. Cue the police. They got slapped on the wrists for it and moved on. A month on, and things took a turn for the worse.
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