Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2022 12:14:31 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum Chapter 7

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 7

A minute later we could all see the truth of Andy's observation. Tom was
indeed as hard as Andy - as hard, indeed, as all three of us. Andy's
observation about its size was equally true: Tom's erect cock wasn't far
short of six inches - much the same as Finn's and Andy's. "I can see I'll
have my hands full," I said. "And not just your hands," said Andy, "I think
this one's going to be a fun mouthful." Tom, until then quite relaxed about
being naked with us, blushed. "Is that something you do then?" he
asked. Finn was first off the mark, kneeling at Tom's feet. Tom, an
experienced wanker but new to anything further along the road of male
wickedness, shuddered. "Oh Christ," he moaned as lips and tongue caressed
him. And, as I and (I suspect) the other two foresaw, his balls swiftly
yielded up their warm contents. "Aaah, aaah, aaah ..." "Good, eh?" said
Andy. "Mmm," from a 13-year-old who couldn't believe how wonderful the
world had suddenly become. His wonder increased when Finn got up and
planted his lips on his. "Open," whispered Andy, "there's something he
needs to share with you."

Tom's lips opened, and one second later his eyes opened wide. Ten seconds
later we knew we had a keen cum hound with us. "Wow! It tasted funny, but
nice. Do you guys all drink your spunk?" A foolish question. "Only when
no-one else's is available," said Andy. Evidently Andy and his two older
companions were as adventurous in bed as Finn and I were.

Tom had said that he had to be back home 'in an hour'. That had been
several minutes earlier. I didn't think that the skies would be likely to
fall in on Tom were he to be a few minutes late, so I reckoned we had 45
minutes during which we could entertain each other. "Why don't you two 69
for him," I said, "he won't have seen that. And while you're busy Tom and I
will have a little talk."  Andy and Finn fell to it and Tom's eyes almost
fell out. "Here," I said, lying back on the bed, my cock athrob with need,
"come and be cuddled. You're a sexy little thing." Tom grinned, still high
from his prodigious cum. "I like you," he whispered, "and I like your
friends too." I asked him what he knew about what his brother and Keith got
up to. "I don't know, Stewart, that's the problem - well, it was the
problem, but you and these two are the solution. Can I suck your cock? It
was nice when Andy sucked mine." My smile gave him the permission he
sought. I don't know whether it was the sight of my cock, hot and hard
against his side, or the sight of Andy and Finn sucking away for dear life
which persuaded Tom that having my cock in his mouth was what he wanted -
and I didn't really care. "Ow! Careful with your teeth. Keep your lips over
them." A mumbled 'sorry' and work was resumed. I stroked his hair, as you
do when you're being sucked off by a beginner. I tried to relax, but it was
futile. Having a 13-year-old devoting all his energy to producing pleasure
is a powerful stimulus to rewarding his effort with a generous
mouthful. "Oh fuck ... aaah! ... nnng ..." Tom used his tongue to coax the
dribbles which followed half a dozen spurts, and having witnessed the
post-cum ritual moved up the bed, his lips sealed, his mouth still full of
cum. He was a very quick learner, I discovered. As we were kissing for the
first time neither of us was in any hurry. The cum went its way but our
tongues had unfinished business. Our lipfest was brought to an end by
sounds of orgasm from the end of the bed - Andy had cum and Finn was
harvesting. Unlike Tom and me, however, they spent little time afterwards.

Finn, who had been on top, leapt off, his cock still hard, and moved to
us. "On your back, young Tom," he groaned and started to wank himself
hard. Tom lay on his back on top of me (which was nice as my cock was in
his arse crack - a place I decided it would visit more thoroughly as soon
as it could be arranged) watching Finn's fist fly. I don't think he had any
real idea of what was likely to happen as all the cums so far had been in
someone's mouth and thus not available for marvelling at. "Yess," groaned
Finn, pulling his foreskin back. Would it sail over Tom's head and hit me,
I wondered in the half second before anything appeared. In that half second
I could see Finn's cock head flare, his piss-slit become a circle, a line
of creamy 14-year-old spunk fly out and - yes - fly over Tom's head onto my
forehead, a second line onto Tom's face, a third, a fourth, a fifth
painting themselves on Tom's belly. Finn had the wit to advance over Tom's
cum-covered belly to allow the anointed one oral access to any dribbles.

I felt that Tom had advanced in knowledge enough for one day when the four
of us had cuddled spunkily. "I enjoyed that," said he when the lusts had
died down, "but it was only Lesson One, wasn't it?" I assured him that we
wouldn't send him into Hugh's lustful company until at least Lesson Ten. He
grinned. I told Andy to take him to have a shower. "You'll enjoy that, both
of you." Finn gave me an old-fashioned look. "Why does Andy get the best
jobs?" "Because I love you and when you and I shower when they've finished
I'll show you just how much." My reward for such a romantic remark was
having the cum from my forehead gently removed and harvested for our mutual
enjoyment. "When do you think he'll be ready for fucking?" whispered
Finn. "When do you think he'll next come for some fun?" I said, "he's ready
for it in his brain and his balls now. Whether he's ready in his arse is
for you to find out, my sweet Finn. That can be your job."

When they came back from the shower Finn leapt up and put his arms round
Tom. "You're fun," I heard him whisper, "can you come back tomorrow?" Tom
nodded. He turned to me. "Is that all right, Stewart? Will you give me
Lesson Two? Please?" I nodded. "I think we all want to have as many lessons
with you as we can fit in," I said. Tom giggled. "Does that mean you'll fit
something in tomorrow?" My smile told him all he needed to know.

"Don't give the game away when you get home," I warned him, "be natural and
don't say anything silly to Hugh. Soon it will be time for him to know the
extent of your new knowledge, but not for a few days." "Yes, sir," said Tom
obediently, making a smart salute. The formality of his acknowledgement was
somewhat marred by the early signs of a refreshed erection. They recover
quickly, do 13-year-olds, I thought, until I remembered that he and Andy
might not have confined themselves to washing each other. "Off you go
before I can't restrain myself." My cock was showing signs of interest as
well. Finn grabbed it and unceremoniously led me to the shower.

*****

That set the pattern of the next several days. Two sessions of shooting
then an hour of naked frolicking. By the end of a week the older ones were
pretty competent with rifles: Hugh had trained them well, and three of them
were bloody good shots. Hugh was still the best, and when I reported
progress to the Board they couldn't have been more pleased. I said that
Hugh should be in charge of the group, and that if they continued to
practice I thought it likely that they would be able to train other young
ones. "No-one over about 30 though," I said. "Any older ones won't learn
quickly, and could well resent being taught by lads a lot younger." The
Chief agreed. "How much longer will you stay in Arbroath?" I told him that
we had no plans, but that I would talk to David and Robert. The Chief
seemed happy with this. Then he surprised me.

"You are friendly with young Tom, I think." I said that Tom had proved a
most apt pupil and that, were he a couple of years older I would have him
alongside his brother. "He's very skilled at shooting, but he's not really
ready to do it with adults. Maybe if Hugh gives him a hand ... " and I
allowed the thought to hang in the air. The Chief gave me a keen stare
before thanking me, and making it clear the interview was over. Had we been
rumbled?

But I have glossed over some of the details, and you will wish to accompany
Tom on his journey beyond Lesson One.

It was no great surprise that, towards the end of the following afternoon's
rifle practice Tom's attention began to waver. He missed three 100 metre
stones in a row. "I think you're finding it hard this afternoon," I said to
him as we went to replace the only stone he'd hit. "Too right, Stewart. Can
we stop now?" It seemed reasonable to agree: he'd actually done very well
until then. "OK. Lesson Two?" His eyes sparkled. "Yeah. What will it be?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Now clean your rifle and lock it away." I
called the others to do the same. It is a truth universally acknowledged
that a boy will clean his rifle more quickly and more diligently when
rewards of an interesting nature are to be enjoyed, and thus we four were
again naked and erect before fifteen minutes had passed from Tom's three
egregious misses.

Tom grinned, any sign of shyness wholly absent. "Lesson Two is what?" "What
would you like it to be?" I asked. "Yesterday was all about cuming in
someone else's mouth and swallowing cum. You loved every minute, right?"
Tom nodded vigorously. "But today, Stewart?" "What have you done before you
met us? Wanked yourself - anything else?" Tom shook his head. "I've tried
to suck myself, but even though it's quite big I still can't get within
three inches." He paused, unsure whether to go on. "And?" said Andy,
sensing there was more to come. "I've seen Hugh's. I mean I used to see it
all the time as we bathed together when we were little, but he's kept it
hidden since he started growing hairs. But a month ago I was in the shower
and he came barging in. 'I've gotta piss, shrimp, shut your eyes'. Fuck
that, I thought, if I've got to put up with him pissing I can at least have
a look. He took his time and squeezed every drop out. I did wonder if he
knew I was watching, but he didn't say anything. It was big, Stewart, at
least two inches bigger than mine. And it wasn't hard either." "In that
case, Tom, when you have mastered Lesson Ten you will find Hugh very keen
to allow you more than just a stolen look." "How do you know?" "Trust me,
Tom, it will be fine. But first you have to master your lessons."

All this talk had caused four erections to wilt, but they were soon
restored when I told them that Lesson Two would involve arseholes. "But no
fucking for you, Tom, not yet. Wait a couple of days." He wasn't too
thrilled by the delay, but perked up when Andy knelt and greeted him
properly. "Don't make him cum," I said, "not yet anyway." Andy confined
himself to twenty seconds of mouth music, and Finn and I were pleased that
Tom held out. He was learning.

I told Andy to get on his back and get his knees by his ears. "Come and
see, Tom," he said, "I'm all yours." "Yes, just like the shooting you have
to learn the ground before you venture out onto it," I said rather
pompously. Andy helped to make the ground more accessible by pulling his
arse cheeks widely apart. "Get in there and explore." Tom looked a question
at me. "Fingers, Tom, and anything else you can think of, but not your
cock." I gave him some lube. "Spread that on the way in and see what you
can find."

A finger was gingerly inserted an inch or so into Andy, who wriggled and
groaned most encouragingly. "Try two," I said, "there's plenty of room -
trust me." Out came the finger, and together with another it was lubed and
re-inserted. "That's nice," sighed Andy. "Feel about and see what's in
there," said Finn. To his credit Tom showed no disgust when he met what he
thought was a lump of shit. I explained its real function. "Have I got one
of them?" asked Tom. I assured him that he did, and that any arse he was
likely to encounter would similarly be blessed. "Rub it gently," begged
Andy. "And keep your eyes open," I added, knowing that Andy would not be
long in delivering. Less than a minute later Andy groaned, his stomach
muscles contracted and a jet of cum flew onto his chest. "Keep at it," I
urged Tom, "until he tells you to stop." More cum flew; Andy's groans were
redoubled. After five hard jets he pushed on Tom's arm. "No more rubbing,"
I said, and take your fingers out slowly."

Tom examined them closely, sniffing. "There's no smell of shit - I thought
there would be. I can smell what must be Andy's insides, but it's not
nasty." "Tasty though," whispered Finn, "go on, lick it." Tom
hesitated. Finn reminded him that cum had been tasted - swallowed - without
demur the day before. Tom shrugged and put his two fingers in his
mouth. After a theatrical thirty seconds he announced that the inside of
Andy's arse tasted OK. "Well?" I said, "why not get some without using your
fingers - after all, you never know where they've been." Tom grinned. "You
mean I get down on Andy's arse and use my tongue." "Yes," begged Andy, "and
for God's sake get on with it."

After a few minutes at his post Tom, still busy with his tongue, wriggled
his arse. "I think that's a hint for you, Finn," I said. It wasn't easy,
but teenagers are supple and don't mind a bit of discomfort if they're
fired up. I was treated to the spectacle of Tom with his tongue up - a good
way up, as Andy told us afterwards - and with Finn's fingers (just two on
this occasion) deep inside him. I'd whispered to Finn not to go for his
prostate ('just give it a tease now and again') but to see how deeply he
could penetrate without Tom becoming uncomfortable (the full length of
Finn's fingers - a good sign for future lessons, I thought). It was time
for action, so I whispered to Finn that he should go for it.

Tom's cry was worryingly loud, but he couldn't have cared less. His cock
lurched and spunk flew onto the floor. I reached down to stroke it while it
pulsed again and again. "Aaah ... God ... fuck." As Finn was still slowly
removing his fingers it fell to me to take a wilting Tom into my mouth for
the final succour.

Andy now took control. "Up you get, lad, and get beside me on the bed. It's
time you watched these two giving each other a thrill. Neither of them has
cum yet. You saw Finn and me doing it yesterday, but this time you get to
look closely and ask questions. If you're lucky Stewart might let you
explore too." I knew where this would fetch up, so I made Finn lie on his
back. We smiled at each other. This was going to be fun.

We'd 69'd often enough before, but never with an audience. It didn't seem
to make any difference though. Our cocks were familiar visitors in our
mouths, so there was no hurry about our performance. Tom moved from Andy's
arms to lie on his side close to where my cock was in Finn's mouth. "It's
really deep in," he breathed, "why isn't Finn sick?" "Practice," said
Andy. Like Andy, Finn was a natural deep-throater - a skill I'd never
mastered despite several vomit-ending attempts. "Don't bother, love," Finn
had said, "your puking isn't a big turn-on. Just take it as far as you
can. Let me do the fancy stuff." "Look at Stewart's hands," advised
Andy. Each hand had two fingers up Finn's arse, moving in and out
alternately. "It's like he's fucking him," said Tom. "Mmm," from Finn.

Tom looked at Andy. "Can I .. you know?" "If you want to do interesting
things to Stewart's arse I don't think he'll mind. Lube up first though."
Tom carefully lubed two fingers of each hand. "No," said Andy, "bring it
here." Andy poured a lot of lube into Tom's hand. "Rub them together. Now
go for it, and remember he's had fingers up there before. Don't think that
two is his limit."

Tom gulped, but moved round behind me. "One hand to start with," said Andy
softly. I gave an encouraging wriggle at the business end, and was pleased
to feel two lubed fingers gently entering. "Mmm." Tom was quickly onto his
target ('mmmmm!') and would have rushed on had not Andy told him to slow
down. "You don't want him to cum yet, do you? Add another couple of
fingers. Same hand." "Are you sure? I won't hurt him?" Andy assured him
that my arse was capable of welcoming a lot more than four of a
13-year-old's fingers." "That's why I'm lubed all over?" "But just four for
now, Tom."

Four fingers is well within my capacity, but when the fingers are attached
to one so young they seem to bring an extra potency, and suddenly I knew
that I was about to cum. Finn could sense this, and neither of us needs to
warn the other. I surrendered to the ecstasy: a 13-year-old with four
fingers scrabbling away on my prostate (Tom had worked out from my noise
that he'd got me there, so might as well attack this new thing); a
14-year-old - my 14-year-old lover - with his mouth filling with my - our -
spunk. When we 69 we usually share, but Finn instinctively knew that this
wasn't sharing time, and he held it in his mouth until I'd finished and my
cock slipped out. And only then did he swallow. "I love your taste," he
said quietly, "almost as much as I love you."

Tom, fingers out of my arse and in his mouth, was startled. "You love each
other? Like really love?" Finn nodded. "Yeah. Sounds silly but it's
true. And before you ask Andy's got two boy friends, but I've got gorgeous
Stewart all to myself." Tom shook his head. Learning to finger and suck
someone's arse was easy compared to hearing that two boys could be in
love. "Don't worry about it, Tom," I said, "what matters is whether you can
face Lesson Three." "You bet, Stewart. Will I get to fuck someone then?"

"What do you think?" I asked the other two, teasing Tom. "Not until he's
seen one of us being fucked at close quarters," said Finn. "That's fair,"
added Andy. "Can I choose who fucks who?" said Tom. I looked at the other
two, who nodded agreement. "What's it to be then, Tom?" "Oh, I can't tell
you now, Stewart, I'll have to think about it. I'll tell you tomorrow," and
nothing would induce him to relent, even a strenuous bout of wrestling by
three naked spunky teenagers.

*****

Lesson Three duly took place the following afternoon. I was pleased that
Tom's shooting was not affected by the anticipated excitement - he was
learning quickly. When the four of us were naked lying together on the bed
Tom said that he had made his decision. "Well?" said Andy. "It depends
what's going to happen after I've seen the terrible deed and examined it
closely. Will I fuck someone or will someone fuck me, Stewart?" "Both," I
said, but only one of them today. The other one tomorrow, but you can
choose which comes first." There was no hesitation. "I want to fuck someone
today." "OK, so what's your decision?" I said. "Who fucks who now for your
lesson, and who do you want to fuck afterwards?"

"I want to fuck Andy. I don't know whether I want to fuck you or Finn if
you're boy friends." Finn guffawed. "Don't be daft, Tom, we all fuck who we
want, boy friends or not. If you want to fuck me or Stewart that's fine
with us." "OK, but I still want to fuck Andy. And I want to watch two boy
friends fucking." He turned to me. "You decide who does it."

Before I could say anything Finn said that he wanted to be fucked. "One day
Stewart'll fuck you, Tom, and you'll know what sheer bliss he makes." I
leaned over and kissed him. "That's the nicest thing anyone's said all
day," I muttered, embarrassed. "It's true," said Finn, "now let us show
you."

"Come on, lover boy," said Finn, lying on his back, his arms drawing me on
top of him, "kiss me." We kissed for a couple of minutes before I got off
him. "Watch," I said, "a lot happens before my cock goes anywhere near his
arse.

*****

45 minutes later when we'd finished Tom had cum onto himself (cleaned up by
a willing Andy) and had recovered a full erection not half an hour
later. I'd heard the two of them muttering while we were busy, and Tom had
spent several minutes peering at Finn's gaping arsehole before my cock
(also keenly studied) made its delayed entrance. That was when he went back
to lie beside Andy and wank himself briskly. Finn and I had our usual
post-fuck cuddle while my cock wilted and slipped out. "Love you," Finn had
murmured. "I do like the way you two are so open about how you feel about
each other," said Tom. "It's not just sex you're learning about," I said
softly, "it's the emotional stuff as well. One day you'll meet someone
who's more than just a fuck, Tom." His eyes sparkled. "Until then, Stewart,
it's just fucking - right?" I nodded. "So it's time for me to fuck Andy
now?" "Come on, sex fiend," said Andy, his hand on Tom's hard cock, "I need
you in learning Lesson Three."

Andy got on his back and Tom busied himself with the necessary
preparations. Finn, cuddled in my arms, whispered "he's a quick
learner. He's spending a lot longer than I thought with his fingers." It
was true - Tom had fingers (two at first, then four) as far up Andy's arse
as he could get them for a good five minutes before his own need took
over. I had enough time to whisper to Finn that Tom might have been a quick
learner, but he'd be a quick cummer before I was proved right. No orgasm
has the same mixture of ecstasy and woe as a boy's first cum up someone's
arse: the joy of his first fuck is so short-lived. Tom had lasted thirty
seconds. Andy was quick to pull the boy down onto his chest and hold him
while he subsided. "It'll last longer next time, I promise," he whispered,
"the first time's always too quick. Tell you what - you can fuck one of the
others if you can get it up again before you have to go." "Mmm," from an
exhausted Tom, "I'll try."

Finn and I quickly agreed that he should be Tom's next conquest. "I'll get
him warmed up," he whispered, "you said I should get him ready for being
fucked." "Get four fingers up him, and I'll get Andy to give him something
to feast his eyes on. That should get him hard enough."

Once Tom had slipped out of Andy and examined the site of his exertions
('can I lick? Of course you can,') we rested for a while. Then Finn lubed
his hand. "Come on, lad," he said, "time for round three."

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