Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2023 16:05:04 +0000 (GMT) From: Peter Brown Subject: After Inverthrum - Chapter 13 After Inverthrum by badboi666 ===================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ===================================================================== Chapter 13 Before we put the bed under any strain, however, I wanted to explore the cottage. If it was to be our home I needed to feel safe - the old habits of Carlisle were too deeply ingrained in me. The old main road was only 50 metres or so from our front door, and the bedroom and the main room downstairs looked out in that direction. Nobody we'd spoken to in Stannington had suggested that the village was in any danger, but, as I say, old habits die hard. I didn't want to be ambushed again as we had been in Lairg. Finn came to see what I was looking at, and put his arms round me. "Come on, Stewart, let's relax. Mick's on his own downstairs." I shook myself - it was more important to make a family home for Mick than it was to worry about a threat which might not exist. We went downstairs again. Bed could wait. Mick had been exploring too, and in the way of curious 13-year-olds he had opened every cupboard and every drawer that we hadn't already filled with food. "There's an envelope here," he said, "and it's for us." He showed it to me. On it was written 'To be opened by whoever comes to live here'. "Open it then," said Finn. When I read the first sentence I burst out laughing. "What is it?" said Finn, "what's funny?" "Listen to this, both of you - you won't believe it." This is what it said: "We left this house early in 2103 having lived here for over 15 years and been very happy. The villagers made us all welcome when we arrived from another country, and although they have been very curious about how life was in Italy - a place few of them had heard of - they showed no curiosity about the fact that four men - two ancient and two rapidly approaching that state - lived together. We soon found that queers and lesbians were thick on the ground here, and when the village leaders were told that the four of us were together they gave us - gave us, with no payment asked - this house. All we were asked to do in return was to become part of the village community, and to do what we could to help all the others. If you are to live here we hope you will be as welcome and as happy as we have been. We left, not because we were unhappy, but to try to find friends from long ago - friends whom we knew and loved when we were young, before the world started to go to hell. We hope you love our home and our community of friends here in Stannington." "They sound nice people," said Finn, "but why did you laugh?" "It's signed Seb and Dodo, and Eric and Vern." Finn whooped and Mick looked bewildered. "Do you know them?" he asked. Finn nodded and I said it was a long story, best kept until story time. "I think that means bed-time," whispered Finn. But Mick was insistent. "Finn laughed when you said who'd written the letter. Why? Do you know them?" It wasn't fair to make him wait. "Sit down, the two of you - it's a long story." Half an hour later Mick knew the history. Finn had added extra details I'd not bothered with, all of them to do with bed-related details. "Why did they stay in Arbroath then? If they lived here for a while and they only left to find you in this Inverthrum place, why didn't they come back here when they found you?" "I've no idea, Mick," I said, wondering the same thing myself. "Maybe Seb and Dodo - they were both very old - thought they'd done enough travelling. The people in Arbroath were kind and the thought of a few days on a ship was too much. Look what nearly happened." Mick grinned and waved his bandaged hand. "Yeah, you're probably right Stewart. I wonder if there are any other secrets to find here." "Have you looked everywhere, the pair of you?" I asked. Both shook their heads. "Well, let's have a good search, and while we're at it let's see what else we need to buy." "Not `buy', Stewart," said Finn, "they don't use money here, remember. We have to do something useful for someone, don't we." I had forgotten - life here was going to take some getting used to. "What sort of things can we offer, do you think?" said Finn. I shrugged, "no idea, but I'm sure they'll tell us if we ask nicely." Finn grinned. "That's what my Mum used to say." And then it hit him again that his Mum was dead along with everyone he'd ever known, apart from Andy. His face crumpled. I held him tight while he sobbed. Mick looked alarmed, so reached for him and held the two of them tight. Mick said nothing, sensing that someone would explain soon. "I'm OK now," Finn said after a few minutes. He saw Mick's face, concerned, anxious but having no idea how to help. "Mick, you need to know what's happened, and I promise I'll tell you -" "We'll tell you," I said. "- yes, Stewart knows bits that I don't know. But let's eat first." Three hours later Mick knew everything we could remember. I hadn't kept anything back - he had to know - they both had to know - that I had killed, and would kill again to keep them safe. "Makes two of us then," said Mick, "I'm claiming some of those pricks at sea. If they cost me three fucking fingers I want them on my sheet." "Come on," I said, "it's been a long day, and I'm ready to try out our new bed." Two teenagers scrambled to their feet and I followed in their wake. Five minutes later we were snuggled together, naked, hot, aroused. "Let's make our first night in our new home a night we remember," said Finn, who had decided he would be Master of Ceremonies, at least for tonight. "Shall we let him, Mick?" Mick grinned, "yeah, why not." It was hard remembering that Mick was still walking wounded, because his cock seemed unaware of anything amiss. However as soon as anything even slightly boisterous happened Mick's groans were a warning - to him as much as to either Finn or me. "Lie back, Mick," I said, "there will be plenty of time for you to thrash about once we've been back to the hospital. Close your eyes and let us do what's needed." Mick grinned. "If you insist." "Close your eyes then," whispered Finn, "let it all be a surprise." An hour later Mick was sound asleep between us. Finn and I, facing each other and still awake, exchanged a happy smile. "I love you," he mouthed. "Mmm." "I think he loves you too." "Both of us," I whispered. It was certainly what Mick had murmured after his third cum - the one in my mouth while Finn was gently fucking him. His first two cums, noisy but without words conveying any meaning, had been urgent and quick. He needed half an hour to rouse himself to a third, half an hour spent not on his back with his eyes shut - that had lasted only the two minutes needed for him to cum gloriously all over his belly while I rimmed him and Finn busied himself making tongue music. Half an hour spent watching Finn and me making love. "You're special, you two." Before exhaustion claimed him we had - all three of us - moved on from being merely special. Next morning was the beginning of our new life. ===================================================================== The End. 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