Date: Wed, 10 May 2023 15:51:33 +0100 (BST)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum - Chapter 12

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 12

That was a poser. My immediate reaction was that having Mick living with us
would be great. He was a lively boy, and life would never be dull. In less
than two days he had shown a wide range of sexual delights. Set against
that I had no idea how his family - not least his father, the Captain, and
his two brothers, would take his leaving them to go and live with - and
clearly fuck with - this group of strangers. Time to smile, Stewart, and
say nothing which would commit.

I smiled. "Is that what you really want, Mick? Won't your family want you
to stay with them, even if you won't be as useful on the ship?" He looked
downcast. "I thought you'd jump at the idea." "If you were all alone in the
world of course I would, but you aren't. What will your father say? He's
been good to us, and he won't like the idea of us - me - carting you off to
my castle in the mountains." He giggled - a good sign, I was relieved to
hear. "No mountains near where we'll be going." I said nothing. There were
mountains a-plenty further west where I assumed my family were still ruling
the roost with their swastikas.

"I think you must talk to your father, Mick. By all means tell him that
we'll be happy to have you tag along, but it's a big decision to leave your
family at your age, and you shouldn't just let your cock make the
decision." I looked him in the eye. "It's a nice cock, Mick, but it doesn't
have much of a brain. Talk to your dad." He smiled. "I will, Stewart, but I
will tell him that you and I have talked about it, and you'll look after me
in case more pirates try to shoot the rest of me."

I left him to sleep. I needed to think about where this placed us. I had to
find out what was planned for when we arrived in Newcastle tomorrow: would
the five of us go to their village. I realised that I still didn't know its
name, or anything about it. I had to talk to David and Robert.

I found the pair of them still in the wardroom. "How is he?" asked
Robert. "Sleepy. They gave him something. His father will take him off
somewhere when we land to get his hand seen to. They'll unload our stuff
while he's gone, but I don't think we should leave before the two of them
get back." "Where will they go?" asked Finn, whose knowledge of anywhere to
which you could go to get wounds dealt with was, like mine,
non-existent. David explained that long ago there had been proper hospitals
where ill people and injured people could get proper treatment. "Luckily in
a few places they weren't destroyed, and up and down the east coast many of
them are still working. That's what the coastal traders say, anyway. We've
never been to any of them except the Vic. Don't worry about Mick - they'll
fix him up all right."

"Good," I said, "but that's not what I really need to talk to you all
about. Right out of the blue Mick said he wanted to come with us when we
get there tomorrow. He said that with half a hand he's be no use on the
ship and ... well, he thought life with us would be more fun." Finn
laughed. "He's not wrong, Stewart, but will his father and his brothers let
him go? He's only 13. Surely he can do something useful on the ship." "He
thinks not. He can't handle ropes and with only half a hand he can't
cook. Those are the things he's been doing. I've no idea what other tasks
there are, but I can see they would be beyond him unless he was able to use
both hands." "That's all very well," said David, "but the family must have
a place to live in Newcastle, surely. They don't live on the bloody
ship. Is there a mother? Other family?" I shrugged, "I've no idea. All I
know is that he's serious about wanting to come with us. Where is your
village anyway? You've never told us."

"It's called Stannington," said Robert, "I don't suppose you've heard of
it." I shook my head. "It's about 15 miles from where we'll dock - not in
Newcastle itself, but nearer the sea - Tynemouth. Stannington's not on the
sea, but it's on what used to be the main road north and south. There
hasn't been much going through the village for donkey's years, but our
grandfather remembers it being very busy." "Who lives there now?" asked
Andy, keen to know more about where he was going. "Apart from us? I told
you - there's about 180 of us left. When our great-grandfather took charge
there were over a thousand, but a lot left and - well - not many are being
born nowadays. You'll fit in, don't worry." David grinned. "The reason not
many are being born nowadays is that Stannington's been a haven for men
like us since long before we were born. I don't mean that there are no
women - lesbians are welcome - but there are very few old-fashioned married
couples."

Andy asked what a lesbian was. David roared with laughter. "No, don't
laugh," said Robert, "the boy hasn't come across lesbians in the frozen
north." He put his hand on Andy's knee. "A lesbian is just a name for a
queer female, Andy. They have sex with other females." Andy thought about
this, and I could see the inevitable question forming in his mind.

"How?" "Guess," said David.    Andy thought about
it. "Fingers? tongues?" "No idea," said Robert airily, "I don't ask. But
they all seem as happy with each other as we do with you, lad." 
  "How is it that the whole village is so tolerant?" I asked. My
experience in Carlisle was evidently not uncommon: my grandfather ruled
over a queer community as well, but there we'd all believed that queers
were seen as dangerous by everyone else. That was why he was so keen to
defend our area, and why my brother Steven and I had been such skilled
killers. Robert shrugged. "No idea, but it's been like that all our
lives. Ask my grandfather - he's nearly 80 now, so he'll remember what it
was like before it all changed." David grinned. "But don't ask him if
you're planning on doing anything in the next six hours."

While all this had been going on Finn was silent. "Stewart and I are in
love, and everyone we've met since we discovered we felt that way about
each other has just accepted it. Will it be like that in Stannington? And
what about Mick if his family let him join us? I don't think they will, but
if they did? Will he be able to live with Stewart and me? What will your
family think? You talk about your grandfather - are your parents alive? Do
you live with them?"

"Whoa!" said David, "so many questions, Finn. Calm down." I put my arm
round my boyfriend's shoulder and pulled him towards me. "Here," I
whispered, and when he turned to me I kissed his lips - a soft 'I love you'
kiss, not an erotic one. I could feel him relax. I looked at David,
expecting answers to Finn's questions. I wasn't disappointed.

"One: yes, no-one will bat an eyelid. Two: having Mick with you won't be a
problem. There are plenty of boys his age who live with older boys or
men. I haven't the slightest doubt that they do exactly the same things
that you do, and that Mick will do, so no problem there. Three: our family
is unusual in that our father and our mother are what grandfather would
call an old-fashioned married couple.    There are
half a dozen other couples like that in Stannington, but most of us are
queers or lesbians. And before you ask, Finn, the queers and the lesbians
and the old-fashioned types all live together happily: no-one thinks
they're better, or that the others are worse." "Happy, Finn?" said
Robert. Finn nodded, "yes. If I can be with Stewart and Mick, if they let
him, then I'm happy." He turned to David. "Sorry if I asked too much. I was
worried that Stewart and I wouldn't be welcome. You and Robert have made so
much of a difference and I've never really thanked you." "We don't reach
land until tomorrow, Finn," said David softly, "Robert and I have kept our
hands off you and Stewart because we knew you were in love -" "And because
we were fucking the lovely Andy," put in Robert (Andy grinned mightily) "-
but why don't we put that right tonight? Last night at sea?"

Our last night at sea was memorable in so many ways. Robert and David made
up for their earlier reticence, fucking Finn one after the other. I watched
my beloved Finn as he enjoyed a fast fierce fuck from Robert ("got to get
your insides all juicy for David - he loves sloppy seconds") and, as soon
as Robert's cock slipped out, a slow deep half hour as David brought him to
two joyful cums. The first, not long after David was right in, was at
Andy's hands. "When David fucks me after Robert, Robert wanks me," he
explained, "and we all love it like that." Finn, fresh from a cum at Andy's
hands, sweat and cum all over his chest, grinned. "Me too," he
breathed. While Finn was cuming David pushed as far up his as he could, and
didn't resume fucking until Finn's cock was soft. While the sight of cum on
Finn's body was exciting, licking it off was much more so: I love the taste
of his cum, and mixing it with fresh sweat made a highly erotic brew. After
I'd gathered as much as I could I moved to kiss him. There wasn't any cum
to share, but that didn't stop our lips and tongues striving to find
some. After a few minutes of tongue magic I drew an inch or two back. "I
love you," I whispered unnecessarily. "Mmm."   

All this time David was rhythmically fucking Finn, slow, deep, growing
gradually to a climax still some way away. Finn purred like a contented cat
as the sensations built up deep inside his body.    I
loved watching him, possessed by joy (both he and I). 
  Before Dab had come into my life I couldn't have felt as I did
then.    He taught me so much about sharing, and not
feeling jealousy when one of us was having sex with someone else. It was
strange that my first love was for a man more than 60 years older than I
was, and my second for a boy five years younger.   

Suddenly David groaned and pushed as deep into Finn as he could. His cum
was prolonged, but - apart from the groans - silent. Most of the orgasms
I'd shared or witnessed were noisy, but not this one. 
  That's not strictly true: Finn's cries as he felt David's cock
swell and fill his arse were as good to hear as they always
were.    And I felt no trace of jealousy - my lover
was, for a few seconds, in ecstasy and that filled me with ... love, I
suppose.    David slipped out and I moved to take his
place on top of a happy Finn. He put his arms round me. 
  Our lips and tongues met.    We both
knew that we would make love later: this moment was for just being close
and holding each other. My cock was between his thighs - soft and wet with
the cum slowly leaking from his arse.    I could not
have been happier.

My reverie was broken by a sharp slap on the arse from Robert. "If you two
have finished Andy needs Stewart to remind him of what life was like before
we showed up in Lairg."    Finn giggled, causing more
anointing. "You'll be nice and wet when you get it up him," he murmured. I
smiled. I hadn't fucked Andy for some time. I kissed Finn's nose. "Back
soon," I whispered.

Early the next morning I woke with Finn still asleep beside me, warm and
... mine.    I wondered how we would all get on in
this Stannington place, whether Mick would be allowed to leave his family
on the ship, how Robert and David's family would accept three more young
queers. I mentally shrugged my shoulders - there was nothing I could do
about anything until we got there.   

*****

As soon as the ship tied up in Tynemouth Mick and his father left to go to
the hospital.    Robert and David, together with the
rest of the crew, began the process of unloading the coach and horses, as
well as all the luggage.    We offered to help, but
were told that we'd only get in the way. "When it's time to offload the
horses you can be useful then, as the beasts will know you, and be less
skittish going off the ship onto the quayside.   
I'll call you when it's time," said David.

Finn, Andy and I stood on deck watching.    There
seemed to be a delay while someone came on board, and there seemed to be a
lot of paperwork.    Robert told us afterwards that
because we had more horses than when they had set out there was a problem,
and the port official needed tiresome details. "I had to invent most of
it," he said, "because I knew nothing about the horses in Lairg. He seemed
happy though, and when he looked at the beasts he decided they were
healthy."

It took four hours before the coach and all the cargo were on the
quayside. The two horses which had left Newcastle were harnessed to the
coach while the five we had brought from Lairg were loosely tethered to
posts.    "What do you plan to do with these five,
Stewart?" asked Robert.    Finn and I had discussed
this with Andy, and we'd agreed that while I couldn't ride it made sense
for Finn to teach me.    We didn't know how things
were in Stannington, so we planned that each of us would have a horse to be
able to get around. "We want to keep three, but you can have the other
two. Would they be useful in Stannington?"    "Yes,
they would. We'll take them behind the coach and they can be used by anyone
in the village. Do you want payment?"    I shook my
head. "You've done so much for us - you have them." "Choose the three you
want then. Finn and Andy will choose the right one for you,
Stewart."    I grinned.   
Killing was my skill (and loving) and I was happy that Finn could do
something for me. "Come on, you two, let's see."

Finn ran his eyes over the five beasts and three were quickly chosen. "This
is your one, Stewart, let him smell your hands.   
Look, like this."    Ten minutes later I felt I was
beginning to be a horseman. Mind you, climbing on would be different.

Just then Mick and his father returned, Mick with his hand bandaged and in
a sling across his chest. Mick with a broad grin on his face. Mick full of
the news that he and his father had discussed his future while they were
away. Mick full of the news that his father had agreed to his leaving the
ship and joining 'these new queer folk' he'd found. When Mick had told us
all this (it took him about 30 seconds) his father, smiling quietly the
while, turned to me. "You are responsible for him now, Stewart. He has told
me everything, and I am happy. But see that he comes to no harm, for if he
does ... " He didn't need to finish the sentence. I shook the captain's
hand. "Trust me. I'll look after him as much as I look after Finn." The
captain looked at Finn. "Lovers?" I nodded. "Well then, he's in good
hands. Love him too, the pair of you."

And that was that. I had feared that there would be trouble, or that Mick's
desire would be forbidden. I was amazed again at the difference between how
things were in my grandfather's camp, and in Inverthrum, and here on the
east coast. It was like Arbroath, and I was curious to know why. The
captain, with Peter and Paul, shook hands with all of us. Mick was solemnly
handed over.    We all stood awkwardly for a few
moments until the captain ruffled Mick's hair and said that we should get a
move on if we were to settle in at Stannington before dark. "They want to
see him at the hospital in two weeks, Stewart. Mick knows what has to be
done, and he knows where the hospital is. If the ship is here you must come
aboard to eat with us, but if not ..."    Another
unfinished sentence. Mick hugged his father and brothers then turned
quickly away, climbing into the coach. As I hadn't yet ridden a horse I got
into the coach with him. Finn grinned, and he hitched my horse behind the
coach. He and Andy climbed onto their horses and the procession slowly move
away from the quayside. Mick didn't look back.

It took two hours to reach Stannington - two hours in which Mick and I
learned a great deal about each other.

Stannington was alerted, as we had been in Lairg, by much bugle-blowing
from Robert. Mick was startled, but I reassured him that such noise was
normal. "It's to let the village know that they're coming. Sometimes places
are hostile to approaching strangers, but I imagine this is to let the
welcoming party know." "What welcoming party? Are we important?" "Robert
and David have been away for several weeks, and no-one here has known
whether they're still alive. The village will be glad that they're
safe. They don't know anything about us though."

When the coach finally stopped we could see that most of the village had
turned out - there were at least 100 people there. Robert and David got
down and went over to shake hands with a tall man (their father, we soon
discovered). Finn and Andy dismounted and, holding their horses' reins,
came to stand by the coach doors. Finn told us that David had told him that
the four of us should wait until our presence had been explained. The
twins' father suddenly gave a great roar of laughter. "I think they've told
him that four new queers have come to join the community," I said, "and
that roar tells me that we will be very welcome." No sooner had I said this
than David turned to the coach and beckoned. "Come on, time to meet the
village," I said.

Luckily the twins' father Ken didn't try to introduce more than a handful
of the villagers to us. We met his wife Judy and three or four of what
turned out to be the leaders - all in their 50s. Ken told us that David had
explained who we were, and that we were all queer boys. "You'll be welcome
here, but I expect my boys have told you that already. Which one is Andy?"
Andy put his hand up. "You'll live with my boys then." It was all so
matter-of-fact that Andy's blush lasted only a few seconds. Ken
smiled. "And you three are together as well?" I nodded. "If that's
agreeable to the village, sir." "I'm not 'sir', Stewart, I'm Ken. We don't
bother with 'sir' in Stannington. We're all pretty much the same here, as
my sons have no doubt told you. Stannington's been a safe place for all
kinds of people for more than 40 years now. You're the oldest of the
newcomers - what are you, 20?" I nodded. "You and I must have a talk,
Stewart. You've seen far more of the country than I have, and I want to
know what life's life outside our little community. Come tomorrow morning
and we'll talk." He called Robert over. "Take them to where they'll live,
and show them what they need to know." He turned to me. "Be safe here,
Stewart, and look after your boys." "I will, Ken, and thank you for
allowing us to live here."

Robert and David left the coach for others to deal with, and led us three,
with our three horses, to a little cottage a few hundred metres from the
village centre. "Here you are," said Robert, "settle in. One of us will be
back in an hour when we've unpacked at home." "Where's home?" asked
Finn. "Not far. You'll see later," and they were off, leaving the three of
us in the doorway.

An hour later we had settled the horses to graze in the field behind the
cottage and explored our new home. It didn't take long. There were two
rooms and a kitchen downstairs, while upstairs there was a bathroom and a
bedroom with the biggest bed I'd seen since Dab's and mine in
Inverthrum. "Just one bed," said Mick happily. "And if you fucking snore
you sleep in the bath," muttered Finn. I didn't think it likely to be put
to the test.

Two hours after that we had seen everything of importance in the village
and had met about half the population from the feel of it. No-one had
raised even an eyebrow at our having a 13-year-old in tow, and Finn began
to relax. "I'd been worried in case they thought he was too young," he had
whispered to me. "Me too, but it's normal here. We've seen three other
little groups like ours." Finn grinned. "Yeah, and they all looked at us
and smiled. Not like Lairg." "Not like Carlisle either. We've been lucky,
Finn."

Shopping had been interesting. We had no money, of course, and when David
introduced us to the shop people it was made clear that money wasn't
used. "It's all barter now, Stewart," the shop woman had said, "you need
food and in return you do something useful in the village. You could work
in the shop for so many hours, or you could plough a field for someone
else. Anyone who can't do heavy work can look after a baby or read to an
old person - there's no shortage of jobs and everybody keeps a book of what
they've done and what needs doing. You'll soon get used to it. Now -" and
she looked over what we'd 'bought' "- that's six or seven hours' work. But
you only arrived today, so why don't we start with a clean slate and call
that lot your welcome package?" She looked at Finn and Mick. "They yours?"
Finn and Mick did the blushing while I contented myself with nodding. "Fine
young lads. Keep you busy, I'm sure." Now I was blushing too. "Good," she
said, "welcome to Stannington."

By the time we carried a houseful of groceries back to the cottage Finn and
Mick had agreed that since everyone must have worked out that the three of
us were likely to fucking like rabbits all night there was no point in
being embarrassed about it.

Once the groceries were in a cupboard the three of us went upstairs to see
about what treats such a large bed might permit.

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