Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2022 17:55:50 +0100 (BST)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum Chapter 3

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 3

"Long-short-short, then a pause, then short-long, then another pause, then
long-short-short-short. That's Morse Code, Stewart, and it spells D-A-B,"
said Andy. I felt a shock. DAB probably meant little to these 14-year-olds,
but it could not have meant more to me. Who could possibly be coming who
knew about Dab? Whoever they were they must have known that advance notice
of friends approaching was needed.

"Come on, they are on our side, whoever they are," I said, "let's show
ourselves." We moved into the middle of the road and stood in a line across
it, the boys on either side of me. I made them hold their rifles across
their bodies to show that we were friendly, but alert. The D-A-B signal
came closer. They were not in sight yet, but they couldn't be more than
half a mile away. "Who can they be?" whispered Andy. "Friends, I'm
sure. DAB must be Dab Cunliffe - you remember him." "Of course we do," said
Finn, "we liked him. We helped build his pyre." "These people, whoever they
are, must have known Dab before he came back here with me. I know he and
his Billy lived in England before then. Maybe these are friends from then."
"But how would they know about Inverthrum?" said Andy. "We'll soon find
out, because I can see them coming."

What appeared took all of us by surprise. Two horses were drawing a coach
of some kind. (I later found out that it was almost 200 years old.) A
coachman was sitting in front of the coach which drew to a stop several
metres in front of us. Beside him was sitting the man who had been blowing
the signal (on a bugle, as I later found out). The coach door opened and
four men got out - two of them very old - and came up to us. "Is Dab still
alive?" asked one of the old ones - black like Jack. "No, he died three
months ago. Who are you?" "Is Jack still here?" "No, he was killed with
Hamish a few days ago. We had an attack from jillies. Are you his brother?"
He nodded, "I'm Dodo and my friends are Seb -" (he indicated the other old
man) "- and Eric and Vern." Eric and Vern were younger than the two old
ones - in their sixties I guessed.

"I'm Stewart, and we three are all that is left of Lairg. The jillies burnt
Inverthrum but we killed them all. Andy and Finn did their part bravely." I
put my gun down, and both boys followed. The two men got down from the
coach: now that they were closer I could see that they weren't much older
than I was. We three started at the six newcomers - no-one friendly (as
these six clearly were) had come to Lairg while I had lived with Dab, and I
wasn't sure how to deal with them. While I was undecided Dodo said that
unless I had a problem with it he and Seb, both of whom had been in the
coach for a few hours, needed to eat and rest their bones.

"Of course," I said, "forgive me. It's the first time I have seen
strangers." "Strangers to you, Stewart, but not strangers to Inverthrum,"
said Dodo. I led them to our HQ, asking the boys to find some chairs from
neighbouring cottages. When chairs arrived and we were all sitting down the
boys and I got what food we could.

"It's not much, I'm afraid. We were planning to leave to go south
tomorrow. We can't stay here - there aren't enough of us to defend it, and
this is all the food there is." Seb smiled. "It's a more generous spread
that we hoped for, Stewart, believe me. The countryside on the way here has
been desolate. We feared for the worst, and so it is. Dab dead, Jack and
Hamish dead, the village well-nigh deserted." Tears filled his eyes and
Dodo comforted him. It was obvious that, like Jack and Hamish, they loved
each other. I caught Vern's eye and he nodded. "Us too, and you?" "I was
Dab's last lover. Billy died in Uttoxeter nearly four years ago and Dab
made his way back here. He met me on the way and ... well, we both wanted
to be together." Dodo grinned. "What are you now? 19? So you were a sexy
15-year-old when your path crossed with Dab's." All four of them
grinned. "He kept his interest alive to the end," said Dodo. This was
becoming cosy. Seb asked, "are your three together?" Both boys nodded,
grins appearing on their faces. I felt as this was my territory that I
ought to find out a bit more about these newcomers.

"Who are you exactly, and where have you come from?"

Dodo explained that he and Jack had come to live with Dab in Uttoxeter when
they were about the age Andy and Finn were. "Then I met Seb a couple of
years later and the two of us have been together ever since." "65 years
nearly," said Seb softly, smiling at Dodo. "Seb found these two living
rough when things started to collapse 50 and more years ago, and they've
been with us ever since. The four of us - there were five: what happened to
Ralphie?" None of us knew: Ralphie wasn't someone we'd heard of. "The four
of us left to go to Italy 45 years ago. well, that was the plan. It didn't
work out like that." "Where is Italy?" I asked.

"Ah," said Dodo, "it's another country a lot further south than here, and
when we set out we thought it would be hotter and ... I don't really
remember, but at the time it seemed a good idea." Andy and Finn said that
they had never been more than a few miles from Lairg, which astonished the
newcomers. "And I come from Carlisle where I met Dab. It's a long story."
"Long stories are best told round a good fire after a meal and some
whisky," said Dodo, "is there any chance that there might be any?" I
grinned. "You're in luck, Dodo, there are still a few bottles left in the
village. No-one's made any properly for ages, but the natives managed to do
it themselves." Finn was amused at the idea that he and Andy were
natives. "Italy," I reminded Dodo.

"Food first, Stewart," said Seb, "it's been a long journey, and if we're to
start with Italy it will be a long tale."

*****

The meal done, and the whisky bottle passed round, Dodo began his story.

The four of them had spent time at Inverthrum 50-odd years ago when Jack
was planting the ground with oranges and other things. They had also lived
with Dab in Uttoxeter. "He and Billy had been together since they were both
teenagers," said Dodo, smiling at the memory of young Dab and young
Billy. "I can't remember now whether Italy was my idea or Seb's." "Yours,
and you know damn well why," said Seb. Dodo smiled ruefully. "Yes. I don't
know where I got the idea from, but somewhere at the back of my mind was
the thought of olive-skinned 14-year-olds who might be worth getting to
know." He looked at Eric and Vern. "You two were past it then - you must
have been 20 and more." The two 60-year-olds laughed.

Dodo continued his story. "We made our way down to the English Channel -"
and he saw the blank looks on our three faces. "OK, a bit of background. We
all live on a big island, and it goes as far south beyond your Carlisle as
we are north of it here. At the end of the land is sea - the English
Channel - and 20 or 30 miles after that is a much bigger piece of land, and
Italy is the name of part of it. When we left here it was really hot, which
we loved, but as we went further south and across the sea it got hotter and
hotter. Why is it so fucking cold here now?"

None of us knew - the bitter winter cold was normal as far as we were
concerned: it had been for three years now. "I remember Dab saying it was
hot here too, but something happened and all the fruit trees died. We can't
grow anything worth eating now." "Apart from potatoes," said Finn. "And
they're pretty boring if you've nothing much to go with them," I added,
"but Italy?"

"Italy is a long way away and - well, we found what we were looking for -"
"What you were looking for," said Seb with a grin. "OK, but what we found
was good for all four of us. We kept on going south until we found
somewhere not quite as hot. It was near some mountains. The people were
wary of us at first because they spoke their own language - French, it was
called - and they couldn't understand us, and we couldn't understand
them. But after a few days they began to relax and we found a way of making
them understand us."

Eric, silent until then, said "we began to pick up French, Dodo, it wasn't
difficult."

"And pretty olive-skinned 14-year-olds? Were there some of them in these
mountains?" I asked.  Eric said that it had taken a few weeks, but when
Vern and I went into the tavern without these two ancients the villagers
had seemed more friendly. "Can't think why," sniffed Seb. "You know
perfectly well why. They respected the old - goodness knows why, you're a
pair of sinners - and they didn't let their hair down in front of such
venerable types. We were young and they soon treated us as they would their
own young men. Keen to work, keen to fuck. They didn't know who we wanted
to fuck, so they foolishly kept their daughters out of the tavern." He
paused, smiling to himself. "They let their sons work in the tavern
though."

This was beginning to get somewhere. "And you made friends, I take it."
Dodo nodded. "To save Eric's blushes I should tell you that Michel and
Antoine took very little persuading that these two would welcome getting to
know them more thoroughly. After two evenings in the tavern Seb and I heard
the sounds of giggling coming towards our cottage. "That's not Eric or
Vern," Seb said, "we may be in luck, we oldies." "Let's go upstairs - we
don't want to scare them off, whoever they are, with venerable oldies they
have to respect, and they've probably never seen anyone with a black face
before." "You're right," said Dodo happily, "nor a black cock. This is
their lucky day." "Yours too, love," whispered Seb.

"I take it that we're to have the same thrill," I said. "Oh yes, I think
so," said Seb, "he likes to share it." I could feel Andy and Finn getting
more and more interested. "What happened with these mountain boys?"

Vern said that if everything was described we would be here all
night. "Let's just say the Eric and I made them welcome - that took about
one minute, during which time we discovered that the boys were no
beginners. They kissed like experts. When a new 14-year-old kisses you like
that, even when you were hoping he would, your hand goes pretty quickly
down to feel whether his interest goes further. It did. At the stage our
rudimentary understanding of French didn't cover the sort of things all
four of us needed to discuss, but as Michel looked at Antoine and said
something, and Antoine nodded, and they both started to take off their
clothes actual words weren't important. Michel, naked and hard with
14-year-old lust, started to fumble with my trousers. I let him get on with
my trousers while I took off my jacket and shirt. One minute later all four
of us were naked. Michel knelt and did what all well-brought-up 14-year-old
boys do to a naked man's erect cock. So did Antione. I glanced over to Eric
and we nodded. We would allow ourselves to cum in the willing mouth. After
that nature could take its course."

"How long did you two stay upstairs listening to all the fumbling?" I
asked. "Until we heard the familiar sounds of Eric and Vern coming. I
remember saying to Dodo that that was quick. They normally lasted much
longer when being sucked off." "But they hadn't been sucked off by two new
olive-skinned beauties before, had they," said Dodo.

I could see Andy and Finn having difficulty sitting still. They needed to
be rescued. "Can we stop the story there for a while - after all, Michel
and Antione need a few minutes to get their breath back. My two here - and
I as well - are hot with the story. If all six of you are as keen on
14-year-olds now as most of you were 45 years ago - why are we waiting?"
Andy looked shocked, but Finn was grinning. Finn knew what was likely to be
coming. He turned to Andy. "What's bothering you, Andy? You and I fuck with
each other and with Stewart. Don't you want to fuck about with our new
friends. Seb and Dodo were saying that Dodo's cock is special. Let's join
in." Andy shrugged, "OK, but I'm not convinced." Seb whispered in his ear,
"you will be, lad, you will be."

"Before we start," said Dodo (his five companions all groaned), "these two
silent ones are our new friends. This is their coach and they've been with
us for twelve days. They are brothers Robert and David from - where is it,
David?" "Newcastle, Dodo. We're twins, 21 years old and - before you ask -
we've been fucking each other since we were nippers. So Dodo was a
challenge." He smiled happily, as (I noticed) did Dodo and Robert. Wishing
to get on with it (for my sake as much as Andy's and Finn's) I said, "so
all six of you fuck each other?" "No," said Seb, "I don't fuck - I get
fucked - but we 're all much more than just fuckers and fuckees." "Oh
Christ, Seb, can't you see our hosts want to play. These two boys are
practically coming in their trousers. Is there somewhere upstairs where the
nine of us can have fun?"

*****

I don't suppose as much spunk had been spilt (or if not spilt, then happily
consumed) in that cottage since it had been built. By the time we'd
exhausted ourselves Dodo's cock had been in three new mouths and one new
arse (mine). Finn was keen, but decided to "work up to it", as he put
it. Seb wasn't a fucker, so Eric, Vern, Robert and David were - in Finn's
mind - the careful steps by the enjoyment of whom his arse would allow Dodo
in without injury. "It'll take five days," he murmured happily as he lay in
Vern's arms. Vern had been the first up Finn - the first of the newcomers,
that is. "Can we see you fuck someone, Dodo?" I said with a rush of blood
to the head. Dodo grinned. "See, Stewart, or do you want it yourself?"

I'd been fucked by plenty of my Grandfather's soldiers in Carlisle, but
none of them got within an inch of Dodo's cock. "You sure?" he whispered as
he rubbed it over my arse crack. (We were all naked by this time and others
had started to pair off - you'll have to wait until Dodo has finished to
hear about threesome.) I nodded, "get it in there, Dodo, no-one's been up
as far as that'll get." Dodo grinned; I guessed that a lot of the people he
fucked said that.

"This has been up Dab, and Hamish and Jack of course. It's at home here in
Inverthrum. I hope it gets up you and your two little beauties as often as
it can," and he pushed it slowly home - the whole damn thing, inch after
inexorable inch. I don't have sensible words for how it felt: hot,
wonderful, thrilling ... none of which do it justice. A long black cock -
10 inches? 11? - filling my arse and stretching my guts every way. "God," I
moaned. "Yeah," said Dodo, "that's what they all say, Stewart, but this
time it's you I'm filling." I reached up (I was on my back with my knees by
my ears) and pulled his head down to mine. Apart from Dab most of the men
I've fucked weren't into kissing while fucking, but Dodo, to my delight,
was as accomplished a multi-tasking kisser and fucker as Dab had been.

Dodo, deep inside while we kissed, kept his cock as far inside me as
possible. I wrapped my arms round his body in a vain attempt to draw him
even further in. We broke apart. "I see you like a challenge, Stewart," he
whispered, "and you've earned your reward. One day I'll fuck you for an
hour, but this time it'll be quick." I was happy however Dodo planned to
fuck me - what was running through my brain (the bits that could still
think, that is) was that Dodo was nearly as old as my Grandfather, but he
was a far, far better fuck. I sighed as Dodo started on the journey.

A cock as big as Dodo's inevitably made me cum very quickly - I'd always
been a quick comer with a new man (or boy) fucking me, and I love it that
way because I have a chest covered in spunk while I'm being fucked and I
can usually manage another when I feel spunk gushing up into my arse. This
was no exception.

"Bugger me, Stewart," I heard Finn say as my cock pulsed, adding to my
chest's adornment. "He will, I'm sure," said Seb, who had taken Finn's hand
and approached the site of the feast. "I've loved this man for most of my
like, Finn, and his spunk is the tastiest I know ... except perhaps the
spunk of a boy your age." Finn grinned. "I think you should find out, Seb,
but can we ... ?" He needed no answer, and I looked down to see an old man
and a newly-awakened boy harvesting me. I turned my head to see what Andy
was doing. Finn was the more adventurous, and I didn't want Andy to feel he
was being left out of things. I needn't have worried. He was being kept
from boredom by Eric and Vern: one in his mouth and the other up his
arse. He had gone from being somewhat reticent about our new companions to
a ... central item.

Dodo, Seb, Finn and I eventually broke apart. Andy was still being
spit-roasted (a word which Dodo whispered to us locals who had never
encountered such fun and who - as Finn made very clear - wished to correct
that omission). Robert and David were nowhere to be seen. "Where are the
other two?" I asked Dodo. "Out with the horses. They'll be back soon enough
- they're just as keen as we oldies are." "They're keeping themselves ready
for a long night, I expect," said Seb happily.

The threesome ploughed on.

Finn, cuddled in my arms, was giving a running commentary. "Andy's always
been noisy when we're at it," he murmured, "he loves being fucked as much
as he loves fucking. We suck each other off, but I've never imagined being
fucked and sucking a cock at the same time. His cock's as hard as anything,
but no-one's touched it." "Wait and see," whispered Dodo, "Eric - that's
the one up his arse - has a magic cock and your pal will fire without
anyone's hand anywhere near." This was going to be interesting. Finn's
interest was re-awakened by what he was seeing, and his hand reached behind
him to find my cock still soft and cummy. "I'm hungry," he whispered. "Go
on then." He was out of my arms in an instant and, turning his back on the
entertainment, fastened his mouth on my cock. I caught Seb's eye and
winked. Seb glanced at Dodo's cock, suggesting that Finn might find
sustenance there too. "Does it bother him that it's been up your arse?" he
said. I shook my head - even if it might bother him the only way to find
out was to suck it and see.

I lifted Finn's head and our eyes met. "Dodo," I said, and his eyes lit
up. "Sure?" "Yes, Finn," said Dodo, "I'm sure. You look like a boy who
needs to build up his strength and black cock is famous for producing
powerful cum." Seb roared with laughter. "Go on, Finn, I can recommend it."

So Finn had his first taste of Dodo's cum and my arse juices. No complaint
was forthcoming, then or on any later occasion. A barrier crossed.

Meanwhile Andy was crossing his own barrier. Eric was accelerating with
each passing thrust. "Watch," whispered Dodo, " any second now." With a
loud groan Eric threw his head back and was clearly filling Andy's arse
with what it needed. Vern, who knew what was about to happen (they had done
this to Robert, Seb said afterwards) drew back so that Andy's teeth did him
no harm should Andy's ecstasy become too much. At the loss of something hot
and exciting in his mouth Andy cried out; at the feeling of Eric's spunk
being pumped into his arse he cried out more loudly a couple of seconds
later; at the sudden fountain of spunk flying flying flying from his own
cock - untouched as Dodo had predicted - his cry would have wakened the
dead.

"Wow!" said Finn, awed by it all.

Vern was wanking himself fast. "Yes," he groaned, "open, Andy" and Andy's
delight in having even more spunk pouring into him was evidenced not by
crying out but by 'mmm' over and over again.

Eric had pulled out. "Go on, Stewart, it's your turn," said Finn
softly. Andy's arse was very tasty, as was Eric's cum.

*****

When everyone had recovered and the other two had come back from feeding
the horses the nine of us discussed what we were going to do. "I mean
tonight," I said, "sleeping arrangements. We can worry about the rest of
our lives tomorrow." "I like your style, Stewart," said Dodo, who was
clearly the leader of their lot. "We're the only people left in
Lairg. Inverthrum's a ruin so we'll all have to sleep here - not all in
this cottage but in the ones nearby." Dodo agreed. "I assume you three
sleep together?" Before I could say anything Finn said that we hadn't been
together long enough for any settled habits to have developed. "What he
means," put in Andy, "is that we slept together the last couple of nights
because it was cold and we were scared. But now that there's more choice
..." More laughter. Dodo said firmly that there was plenty of time for
ringing the changes, but that for tonight he thought we should stick with
what was familiar. "You three stay together, and we six will form one of
our threesomes - an ancient, a young one and a middle one." Grins all round
to my surprise: I would have expected Dodo and Seb to be a couple, with
Eric and Vern another and the twins a third. Which only shows how wrong I
was.

"Why don't Finn and Andy take the six of you and find somewhere with a big
enough bed and enough bedding to stop you from freezing," I said, "and I
will turn this place back into somewhere we three can sleep." More
laughter, though whether it was that none of them thought that there was
any risk of freezing, or that we three might be doing much sleeping was not
clear.  "Tomorrow we talk about where we're going," said Dodo, "I assume
you three will come with us - it's too fucking cold for us oldies here."
And they were gone, leaving me to think about what he'd said. Of course it
made sense - nine would always have a better chance than three, and two of
my three were still inexperienced. They'd fought one battle, and fought
well, but out there beyond Lairg was a world that was alien. We had weapons
and my skill; Dodo's party had transport and a much better idea of where we
might find safety - there was no choice. Tonight I would have to bring Finn
and Andy round to the idea of leaving everything with which they were
familiar and face the unknown. Still, they were 14 and the last few hours
had not been without their own adventures. Sticking with the six newcomers
might be sufficient justification.

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