Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2022 19:43:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum - Chapter 4

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 4

In the end they needed very little persuasion. There was nothing to keep
either of them in Lairg: whatever memories they had would go with them.
They both made it very clear that sex with the newcomers was something they
intended to continue to enjoy, and since I agreed completely we were a
contented trio when we finally turned in for the night. We slept together
chastely. We would not expect to do so too often.

Not long after dawn the next morning Robert and David came to rouse us. I
was already awake and had spent a happy few minutes enjoying looking at the
faces beside me - faces still asleep and bereft of any sign of worry. I
hoped fervently that I could keep them both as safe as they were at that
moment. I got out of bed and went down to talk to Robert and David. "I see
it's informal," said Robert, grinning at my morning erection. I
smiled. "What's the plan?"

"Dodo wants to see Inverthrum before we leave," said David, "it has
memories for him. He thinks the coach won't get up the track, so if you
three are OK we'll stay here with the coach and all the horses while the
rest of you go up, and when you get back we'll have everything ready to
go. What will you want to take?" I didn't have to think. "All the weapons
and ammo, and as much food as we can carry." David grinned. "Should be
plenty for us to stow then. Get your two little darlings to help us gather
it all here." I told him that we had found five carts and five horses. "Can
we take them all?" I said, "it would make sense if we could." David
nodded. "Yes, the more we can take with us the better. We can tie the
horses behind the coach unless any of you can ride." I told him that the
two boys could ride. "Well then, each of them can ride a horse with two
carts behind it. I can drive our coach - it doesn't need two. Robert was
there to keep an eye out and blow his bugle to alert you. We certainly
won't be doing that any more. He can ride a third horse with the last cart,
and the other two horses can be lashed behind it. It'll be slow going, but
we wouldn't make much speed anyway." He paused. "I think you'd be better up
front with me, Stewart. You can keep us protected." I grinned - here was
something I knew I was good at. It made up for not being able to ride. I
decided I would have to get one of the boys to teach me once we reached
somewhere safe - that's assuming anywhere was safe. "Where are we going?" I
asked. David shrugged, "back to Newcastle I imagine. It took 12 days to get
here and it'll take longer to get back - 20 days maybe, so it's time we got
on with it."

I ran upstairs and roused Finn and Andy. "Robert and David are here and
they want us to get everything together. Clothes on, then downstairs. Once
that's done Dodo and the others want to see Inverthrum. I'm going too - do
you want to come?" "You bet, Stewart, we'll never see it again," said Andy,
up out of bed with a fine erection. I smiled. "Later, I promise."

Twenty minutes later everything we planned to take was piled neatly outside
the door ready to be stowed on the carts. I made sure the sling - still in
bits - was there. It would make life more interesting for all of us if we
ever reached somewhere where it could be re-assembled. "Leave the loading
to us," said Robert, "go and collect Dodo and the rest of them. They're in
the cottage four along from here."

Finn, Andy and I found the others up and about, with a welcoming smell of
breakfast. "Morning, Stewart," said Seb, "you'll join us?" I was impressed
that a man of his age - he was 86 - was as spry: it wasn't 6 o'clock
yet. The boys dived in, to the amusement of Vern and Eric. "Do you remember
when we were living rough on the Chase before Seb bought us? We were that
ravenous whenever there was food." I was curious - Seb had bought them?
Eric explained that they had been part of a gang of a dozen or more kids
and "one day this bloke appeared and asked Jimmy whether any of us wanted
to be fucked. We two and Ralphie jumped at the idea and Jimmy took
£50 for the three of us. He said that would let him buy stuff he
needed for the younger ones. I can't remember his name, but the youngest
wasn't 10." "Why were you living rough?" I asked, "how old were you?" "I
was 16 and the other two - brothers - were 14. It was near where Dab and
Billy lived in England. There had been jilly trouble for years and each of
us had lost our parents. I don't mean they were dead, so some of the boys
were orphans, but I mean actually lost. Couldn't find them." I was
shocked. My childhood and adolescence in Carlisle had been harsh and
violent, but I had always had my family around me. "And Seb rescued you?"
"Yes, and he took us to live with him and Dodo in Dab's house."

Two hours later we had said a final sad farewell to Inverthrum and were
back in Lairg. Robert and David had loaded the carts and the horses were
all collected. Finn and Andy had chosen the horses they would ride. Eric
and Vern climbed into the coach with Dodo and Seb and I climbed onto the
seat at the front alongside David. He looked at my gun. "Handy with that,
are you, Stewart?" I merely nodded: he didn't need to know everything about
me just yet. Robert roped the other horses behind his cart and suddenly
there was no longer any reason to stay in Lairg. To stay near Inverthrum
where I had loved and been loved. I wasn't used to feeling emotions like
those. I concentrated on my weapon, fiddling with it unnecessarily.

David, beside me, glanced across and put his arm on mine. "The young ones
need you to be strong."

*****

At around midday we stopped to eat and to let the horses graze. We must
have covered about 20 miles along a good road. Dab and I must have driven
along it in the dark, but I didn't recognize anything. I knew we were past
where I had shot the deer. David, silent until then, said that there was a
town a few miles ahead. "They were friendly when we came through a few days
ago. Robert blew his bugle and we both had a white flag. That's the safe
way to travel nowadays. Make a big noise and let them know - whoever they
are - that you're not trying to ambush them. Four of the town leaders - two
of them not a lot older than you - stood across the road. We were going to
stop anyway, and when Robert told them that all we wanted was to water the
horses and carry on they were happy. So happy that when they saw these old
ones they brought chairs and a table so that they could eat properly. Nice
people. Nice town - Tain it was called - and we'll alert them just as we
did before." He called out to Robert, "bugle time".

I was glad to see that exactly the same thing happened as David had
described. Robert blew loudly for a good five minutes before we reached the
edge of the town. Four men appeared; David greeted them and was immediately
made welcome. The four in the coach got out and, as before, chairs and a
table appeared. The leader of the Tain men spoke to Dodo. "Your journey has
gone well, I see. Are these all you could find?" Dodo drew him aside, and I
couldn't hear what they said, but it was clear that the Tain man was
consoling Dodo. When the two of them came back to us Dodo introduced him as
Archie. "The town will let us stay tonight and give us guidance about what
is on the road south." That was welcome news: a party as large and
vulnerable as ours would likely encounter more risk than a coach travelling
by itself.

*****

Finn has just read what I have written and pointed out that what matters is
that we reached our destination and that any reader isn't too interested in
every meal and every interaction along the way. He's right, of course,
particularly when he added that a reader might be more interested in the
sleeping arrangements that the daily routine of travel. I shall heed his
wise words therefore.

Six days on the road and five nights brought us to a place by the sea
called Arbroath. We had avoided one large town by using small roads, and
this had added several hours as we had to send spotters out in front of
us. I rode in front of Robert on the largest horse with Andy on another,
but luckily we met nobody. The sooner I learned to manage a horse myself,
the better. Four days on the road brought us ten or so miles from the
largest town on the road - Perth, it was called. "This is where we must
leave this road and cut across to the sea," said Eric, "with luck it will
take two days. As in Tain the people we met were generally willing to let
us pass through."

I wondered why we hadn't come across any jillies, or any sign that the
townspeople we did see had any great fear of them. Where had the ones who
had killed Jack and Hamish and all the Lairg people come from if they
hadn't left a trail of fear as they had come rampaging to
Lairg?   

Before I tell you about Arbroath you will wish to hear about our last night
on the road in a little town called Kirriemuir. This was the first town or
village where we had spent the night. Until then Robert or David had found
a place to stop as darkness approached - usually close to a wood where we
could find something to make a fire. I asked them whether it was safe - I
thought it would attract any jillies - but they seemed not to be
worried. "We are nine, Stewart, and although some of us are old and others
just boys, anyone coming upon our little camp won't know that. Besides, we
are well armed," said David. He grinned, "and you are skilled with that
thing, aren't you?" During the course of our journey I had spoken to both
him and Robert about what skills the boys and I could bring to the group.

But as we approached Kirriemuir the bugle was brought out, and I knew we
would be made welcome. They had spent two nights there on their journey to
Lairg, Robert had told me, and had learned a great deal about the state of
the countryside to the west and north. I was surprised - both in Carlisle
and Lairg we had had little awareness of what lay more than a few miles -
10 or so - distant, but here they seemed to know about how matters were
much further away. I couldn't explain it, and when I asked one of the men
in Kirriemuir he didn't understand how closed in we had been in other
places. It would remain a mystery.

What would not remain a mystery were the sleeping arrangements in
Kirriemuir. As befitted men of such an age both Dodo and Seb were taken to
the house of the town's head man. He was a large jolly man who welcomed
them almost as brothers. "You found them then!" Eric and Vern were taken in
by another man and his wife, leaving Robert and David to attend to the
horses, and the three of us, strangers to everyone in the town. "Come with
us, you three," said Robert, "and we will find our own entertainment." Andy
and Finn looked pleased, and Finn whispered to me that he and David had
talked the night before about plans for, as David had put it, "some fun
with Stewart and you young ones. And tomorrow - you'll see - there will be
beds."

The three of us followed Robert and David eagerly. If Finn and David had
planned something then we would not have long to wait. Ten minutes after we
had left the others we were upstairs in a house with a large bed. "Who
lives here?" I asked - I wasn't keen on the idea that we were going to be
disturbed. "No idea," said David, "but the town bosses said we could use
it. I think the people who lived here are dead." Andy looked
alarmed. "Don't worry, lad, they've been dead for months. Now let's get
down to what we all want to do." David paused. "I assume we're all
interested. I know Finn is, and from the look on Stewart's face he's as
keen as my brother and I are." "And me," said Andy, "I don't want to be
left out."

Two minutes later the five of us were naked. Andy and Finn couldn't take
their eyes of the two new cocks before them. They were familiar enough by
now with my cock, and had had plenty of time with the others - now being
entertained less arousingly by various of the town's leading citizens - but
two new young cocks were not to be denied thorough inspection. They were
worth it: Robert and David were beautiful to look at. They were strong and
fit, with not an ounce of fat on them. Their cocks - hard and urgent like
ours - were almost as big as Dodo's and I knew that cocks of that size on
men of - what were they? 21? - would be capable of a great deal more than
Dodo's, more than four times their age. (That's not to demean what Dodo had
done, but surely there was better to come that night.)

The boys, still gazing, made no move, so it was up to the two men to start
things off. I was content to let things happen as they might - it was going
to be a long night and there was, after all, no hurry. I knew that I wanted
each of those cocks in me, and if Robert and David had indeed been fucking
each other since they were boys then it seemed likely that they might want
to be fucked by me as well. So I waited and watched.

The two men exchanged a nod. "On the bed, boys," said David, "side by side
on your backs." Finn grinned. "Come on, Andy," let's make them welcome." I
saw that Andy was just as keen as Finn - he just took a bit longer to get
over his shyness.

Once they were lying down, invitingly licking their lips, David leant over
Finn. "You've been hard all day thinking about this, haven't you?" "Mmm. So
have you, I bet." David grinned. "They've discovered our little secret,
Robert." "What's that?" said Robert, leaning over Andy and stroking the
boy's thigh. "We love fucking boys." "Mmm."

"Come on," whispered Finn, and he and Andy grabbed their knees and raised
them. "Come on," repeated Andy. I'd seen their arses often enough in the
last few days to know that Robert and David were seeing something
delightful. Pinky-brown openings full of promise; hard cocks leaking
precum; balls begging to be taken into a man's mouth and gently rolled over
a questing tongue - I was leaking at the thought of it myself.

David and Robert knelt over the boys and began to lick around their
arseholes. Two pairs of hands held two heads. Two arses were raised off the
bed and two pairs of hands fondled the 14-year-old buttocks, kneading and
separating to gain better access. Tongues darted into arseholes, boys
writhed, fingers went where tongues had led the way ... and without warning
Andy arched his back. "Oh fuck, aaah!" and spunk flew from his cock: four
pearly lines reaching almost to his chin. I wasn't going to remain a spare
prick at this party any longer, so I leapt onto the bed and before Robert
could object Andy's offering was in my mouth, as was his cock a few seconds
later. He groaned, "Christ, that was ... aah! ..." I had sucked his cock as
hard as I could, and another few drops of spunk were my reward. "Fuck me,
Robert, fuck me now while I'm on fire." Robert and I exchanged a smile, and
I nodded. "He loves it."

I watched as Robert entered Andy. Slowly and carefully. Andy mewed like a
kitten. It was a sound I'd grown to love. I moved off Andy's chest - my
meal there was over. I got off the bed and moved round to the other side
where David and Finn were would tightly, their mouths glued together, their
tongues busy. This was a more emotionally charged pair, I thought. Had they
done more the night before than just talk about tonight's session?

Whether it was a mouthful of Andy's tasty spunk or just the sight of
David's arse I don't know, but my resolution to take a back seat
disappeared. That arse needed companionship and my lips, tongue and fingers
were going to supply it. I bent over the coiled couple and kissed David's
arse. "God, Stewart, yes," he moaned. "You do me and I'll do the boy."

I hadn't fucked someone who was already fucking someone else since I'd left
Carlisle - it was one of my brother Steven ... and suddenly I was back in
Carlisle myself. I hadn't thought about Steven for years: that part of my
life was past and life with Dab in Inverthrum had blotted out that
militaristic existence. Was he still alive, I wondered - was my
Grandfather? I would probably never know. I was jolted back to Kirriemuir
and David's arse. "Get on with it," he muttered. I remembered how Steven
used to fuck whichever of my Grandfather's men was fucking me, and how he
and I used to laugh afterwards about how badly the poor man in the middle
used to perform, jolted as he was by Steven's pounding up his arse while he
was concentrating of getting into me. I resolved to do better.

I pushed a finger into David and was pleased to find that he was
lubed. "I'm used to this, Stewart, just get on with it," he muttered. I
decided I would give him the benefit of four fingers, and I pushed hard
into him. "Mmmf, yeah," he groaned, "I like what you're doing." I leaned
over him and whispered one word. "Yeah, but later. I'll enjoy that much
more when I've filled this one. Look how he's gagging to be fucked." Finn
heard him, and grinned wickedly. "Come on, big D, I've been gagging for it
all day." David didn't hesitate. His cock was oozing precum and he spread
it all over the boy's arse, gaping as it now was. I winced as he shoved it
in - hard, all the way, all nine and more inches. Finn yelled. Five seconds
later the yell was forgotten; a broad grin indicating that sudden violent
penetration was what he really wanted. "Now get your hand out and your cock
in, Stewart, and we'll see how well we can drive this boy up the wall."

I rammed in just as David had done. He didn't yell, but his feral growl was
message enough. I put my arms round his waist so that we would fuck as
rhythmically as possible. "You've done this before - a threesome, I mean."
"Not as rear gunner." I felt his arse grip my cock as he chuckled.

I found it hard to keep up any rhythm while David was fucking Finn, so
after a minute or two I just pushed my cock into him as far as I could and
hung on for dear life. I didn't think David would last long - few men
fucking a pretty 14-year-old for the first time could keep going for more
than five minutes - and before we got to five minutes I could tell that
David was close. His fucking became even more vigorous and Finn's moans
became more intense. "Yesss, yesss."

Suddenly David came with a groan. I felt his arse muscle tighten repeatedly
as his balls pumped and pumped. Six, seven times. Finn's "yesses" had
become a long-drawn-out (and blissful) "aaah. Fuck, big D, you've filled me
up." While all this had been going on I'd not heard any of the sounds Finn
made when he was cuming, so I knew he was still red hot himself.

"Out you get, Robert, I'm in there to finish him off," I muttered. He
pulled out and rolled over to the side. Now I could see so much that made
my cock even harder. A pretty 14-year-old whose eyes gleamed with lust, his
lips hot for contact with mine. His cock hard against his hairless belly,
its tip glistening in a pool of precum. His arse red and invitingly open,
awash with David's spunk gently leaking out. Finn pushed and more of
David's gift rolled slowly down his perineum. "You like it, don't you,
Stewart?"

I went in slowly. I wanted to feel David's spunk on my cock as I forged a
path into the depths of the boy I suddenly knew was the most important
person left. I leant forward and he raised his face to mine. Our mouths
met; our tongues rejoiced. My cock was deep in the sexiest place it had
been since ... no, Stewart, your feelings for Dab were completely
different: he was old and you were the young one; now it's ...

I lost myself - this was not the time for philosophising. My cock was a
foot deep (or so it felt) in the hot spunky arse of the boy I ... The boy I
was fucking - the boy I was making love to ... Finn's hands held my head as
our mouths silently expressed something new and frightening. Frightening
because now I felt there was so much more to lose. My cock began to boil -
I hadn't made any fucking movements since I'd entered him but I knew that I
was only seconds away from pouring everything into him, into Finn, into ...

And I came. Gloriously. Over and over again. And Finn came too - like mine
his orgasm just happened. No hand had been near his cock, though our
bellies were pressed tightly together, and maybe when I came my belly spasm
was enough to take him over the edge. Finn's cum went on for what seemed
like ages: his body spasmed each time his cock pulsed another stream of joy
into the tiny space between us. His eyes were tight shut, as mine had been,
and when I opened them to look at the face of the boy I knew I loved there
were tears running down his cheeks. I kissed them. He opened his eyes. At
the same moment we each whispered "I love you."

The magic was broken by a cry of "oh Christ," from Robert. He and Andy had
watched our performance, Andy in Robert's arms. "Do you always say that?"
Finn found himself able to speak before I could. "No," he whispered, "it's
new. But it's real." He turned to look at Andy. "I'm sorry." Andy bounded
over. "Don't ever say you're sorry because someone loves you, you idiot.
You and I don't love each other - we're friends. OK, we're fuck buddies as
well, but ... anyway, maybe I'll get loved one day." Robert and David were
silent while all this was going on, but I saw a meaningful look exchanged
between them.

By then the power of speech had returned, and I had wiped my eyes - yes, I
had been weeping too. They would have hounded me out in Carlisle for what
they saw as weakness, but here I knew it was different. A voice from under
me asked if I wouldn't mind letting him go as he was beginning to
suffocate. I promised him that though I might detach myself now I would
never let him go for the rest of my life.

I rolled off. Andy saw the mess that lay uncovered on Finn's belly. "Mine!"
"In that case I claim the first go at Finn's arse," said David, "some of
it's mine."

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The fun continues in Chapter 5 as we make adjustments to our lives, and
reach Arbroath.

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