Beastly Business

Just before the outbreak of World War 2, the young Terence Carter is fresh out of Cambridge. The world is on the brink and Terrence Carter is drawn into investigating a Nazi-style group in England, leading to intrigue and death!

The style of this story is loosely based upon that of P G Wodehouse and if I have managed to get anyway near to his wit and humour I am satisfied. So please read this with the sense of whimsey that is intended.

Attitudes expressed are those of the times and not intended to be portrayed as those of the author.

Prior to the investigation, the two chums from Cambridge explore their athleticism and sporting prowess together, in intimate pre-marital practice:

Carter didn't need a second invitation "Do you want to be opening batsman or fast bowler?" he slid across the playing pitch in the middle of the bed.

"You were always a daemon fast bowler, why not send me one of your googlies!" Biffo said and Carter rolled onto his firm, smooth body, pressing his lips urgently to Biffo's ruby, soft mouth.

Extract:

“So, when I am a married man, will you still want to have the odd practice session with me?" He said, while he humped himself even more powerfully against Carter.

"I think we should have practice sessions in the nets whenever marital life has become mundane" Carter gasped, as Biffo straightened his arms either side of his shoulders, holding himself up with a powerful press-up, the better to press their eager masculine crotches together. "Are you really sure you are the marrying kind of a man?"