Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2023 10:56:27 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum Chapter 8

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 8

I watched with great interest as Finn prepared Tom. Three fingers went in
easily and Tom wriggled happily. "More?" from Finn. "Mmm. It's nice." The
fourth was accommodated; moans of delight were heard. Although the plan had
been that Tom would be re-energised by Finn to be ready to fuck him (Finn),
Finn and I exchanged a look which confirmed that if Tom was as on heat as
he sounded then the fuck should be the other way round. "Not yet though," I
whispered. Finn grinned.

Finn's fingers were busy up Tom's arse, but he knew better than to get his
victim close to cuming. Each time Tom showed signs that he was near Finn's
fingers stopped moving. Tom expressed dismay each time, "Oh God, Finn, I
need to cum so badly. Please". "You want me to fill you up, do you?" "Mmm."
"Could you cope with more up your arse? Not his cock, I mean, but more of
his hand?" I asked. "Oh God, I don't know. Just do what's needed." Out came
Finn's hand. Tom's arse, red and inviting within, moist and
delicious-looking, stayed open. I poured lube onto Finn's hand, and
dribbled some down Tom's crack. "Mmm." Four steepled fingers went where
they were needed.

"Listen," I said, my face close to Tom's. "When he gets as far in as he's
been he'll push his fist in. It'll hurt like hell for a few seconds, but
you won't tear and after a few seconds you'll feel a great heat as his hand
stretches your insides. Finn will pause and it's up to you to tell him to
carry on. When you say yes, push as though you're desperate to shit the
biggest shit you've ever done. OK?" Tom's reply was to giggle. "What if I
shit?" "Let's worry about that if it happens," said the brave Finn.

He pushed his steepled fist up against the resistance of Tom's
muscle. "Ready?" Tom breathed deeply. "Yess!" and his face reddened as he
conjured out the imaginary turd. Finn's hand quickly disappeared; Tom
yelled 'fuck!'; I squeezed his hand; five seconds passed; a happy smile
presented itself on Tom's red sweaty face. "Wow!"

Finn gently eased his arm in, to Tom's mounting delight. Finn removed his
arm until his knuckles were in position. "I think so," I said, "he's waited
long enough. Enjoy this, Tom."

Five minutes later, when the spunk which had shot from Tom's cock had all
been safely consumed and his heartbeat had returned to normal (and Finn's
fist back in the open air) Tom acknowledged that he had indeed enjoyed
it. "But tomorrow if one of you fucks me, won't it seem a lot smaller?"
Andy laughed. "Wait and see," he said, "you didn't last long with Finn's
fist up you, but if it's his cock he'll keep at it much longer." Tom
considered this: was space more important than time? "You can have both,
you know," I said, "just not at the same time. Now clean up - it's time you
were home."

After he had gone the three of us lay together on the bed. "I couldn't
believe how easily he took your fist," said Andy. He paused. "Would you do
that to me, Finn?"

His cum was a lot more plentiful and forceful than Tom's had been, but as I
was well-placed to catch it as it flew from his cock none of it was lost to
us.

"Let's all fuck him tomorrow," said a spent Andy, "that's if my balls can
recover in time."

*****

Andy was pleased to find that his balls provided Tom with an arseful of
cum, although as he was the third of us to fuck Tom the next day it would
have been hard to decide whose cum was the most generous. Tom, exhausted
after being fucked non-stop by the three of us (and cuming twice himself
while it was happening - although his second was as a result of a frantic
wank immediately after Andy had finished), smiled the silly smile of a
well-fucked 13-year-old. "I think that's all the lessons I'm going to
need," he said happily.

Although at the time he said it I thought that some days of revision would
have added to his skill it was not to be. The following morning David came
to tell me that he and Robert had had a long talk with the Chief, and that
it had been agreed that we would leave Arbroath in two days. "The Chief
wants to talk to you, Stewart. No idea why, but be careful." The day before
the Chief had implied that there was something perhaps not quite right
about my - our - relationship with Tom, but I hadn't mentioned this to
David (or anyone else). "I'd better see him then," and off I went, ready
for anything.

The Chief told me that the Board was grateful for the training which I'd
given them. "I hope we never need to put it into practice, Stewart, but if
we do I'm sure they will do you proud." I smiled. "It's been a pleasure,
Chief. As I told you, most of them have turned into good soldiers, at least
as far as firing a rifle is concerned. Provided they practice I'm sure they
will be ready if they are ever needed." The ball was back in his court.

"I don't suppose you know, but young Tom is my grandson." I felt the room
shake. The Chief must have seen the reaction on my face, and he
chuckled. "Don't worry, Stewart, I'm not about to have you shot. Mind you,
if I were to do so it would be a fine irony, would it not?" I decided that
silence was prudent: it was obvious there was more to come. The chuckle
indicated that I might leave the room in one piece.

"It is obvious from the great change in his behaviour in the last week that
his prowess with a rifle isn't enough to explain it. I know he has excelled
at shooting: he hasn't stopped telling his parents about it. His parents
are so pleased that their boy - who hasn't shown much aptitude for anything
in the last year or so - has acquired not only a skill but an all-embracing
interest that they haven't wondered whether that interest might not be
about shooting. I on the other hand am not so stupid. No, don't
interrupt. If what you and your friends have done with Tom has made him as
happy and confident as he has become then I have no ... discomfort with
it. I do not seek details. He, however, will find himself without the
... stimulus he has enjoyed with you. You are to leave in two days. My
request - no, my instruction - to you is that tomorrow you confine
yourselves to giving Tom the confidence to face life in Arbroath without
you or your friends. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded. "Yes, Chief." I
paused as a thought occurred to me. "Does Tom know of this conversation?"
The Chief smiled. "No, Stewart, and I wish it to stay that way. How you
deal with tomorrow I leave to you, but the instruction you have given him
will cease. Confine yourself to making sure that his confidence is not
shaken. He has grown up so much since your arrival - that is what is
important."

I was being dismissed.

The next day Tom gave no sign that anything had happened. As the shooting
drew to a close I suggested that the two of us go for a walk. "Why? Aren't
we having another lesson?" His grin confirmed that no-one had said anything
to him. I was sorry that I was going to have to let him down, but getting
used to disappointment was a lesson which was both painful and necessary in
the growing-up process. God! I was sounding pompous even inside my own
head. What made it worse was that I had no idea how queerness was viewed in
Arbroath: his grandfather seemed not to be too bothered with any details of
Tom's new-found confidence, but would the townspeople be so unconcerned?

"We need to talk, or rather, I need to talk and you need to listen. You'll
have questions, but save them to the end, Tom, OK?" He nodded, his face
serious as we walked along the beach. There was no-one within hearing
distance luckily.

"Andy, Finn and I will be leaving tomorrow, and this is the last chance you
and I can talk together, or do anything together. What we've all done has
been fun, and you've obviously enjoyed it all. You're 13, you've had your
mind as well as your arse opened to all kinds of new things. My guess is
that you'll want to put those lessons into practice, but how you find other
boys is up to you. I have no idea whether having sex with other boys, or
even men, is something which Arbroath folk find unacceptable or not, and
that's something you'll have to find out for yourself. What I've seen of
you, both shooting and in our lessons, is that you're a very sensible boy,
mature for your years, and I'm sure you'll be OK. I'm sorry we're leaving
before your lessons are complete, but that's life. Now ask your questions."

"Why are you going, Stewart? Will I never see you and the others again? Has
someone found out what we've been doing and made a fuss?"

"I honestly don't know, Tom. We were always going to leave at some point,
and the decision isn't up to me. Robert and David are in charge - it's
their boat we'll be sailing in. The good news is that the others will be
staying here - Seb and Dodo, and Eric and Vern. You've not met them yet, so
that's the next thing we'll do after you've asked all your questions."

He was silent, thinking furiously no doubt. We were about twenty minutes
away from the house where the oldies were staying. I turned and we started
to walk back. "Any more questions?" "Thousands, but I don't know what they
are," he said quietly. I put my arm round his shoulders. "It's sudden, I
know, Tom, but you won't be alone. Seb and Dodo are old men, and they've
been together since they weren't much older than you. Eric and Vern aren't
quite as ancient. The good news is that they can teach you a lot of things
about being the way you are. We call it queer, but there may be different
words in Arbroath. They can also teach you how to recognize other boys and
men like us. Trust them, Tom, they're on our side. Your grandfather may
well not know they're queer."

"How do you know about my grandfather? He's the Chief." I was caught: I'd
agreed to say nothing about the conversation we had had the day before. On
the other hand I felt I owed a greater debt to Tom than to the Chief. I
stopped and turned to face the boy. "You must say absolutely nothing about
this," I said, "promise?" He nodded.

"Your grandfather warned me off yesterday, and told us we would be leaving
tomorrow. He wasn't cross, Tom, but he made it clear that - in his words -
the instruction is to stop. How he knows about the instruction I have no
idea, but I think he or your parents have noticed a big change in how
you've been since your lessons started." He grinned a touch ruefully. "I'd
better be more grumpy then, just as they said I always was." "Have you been
all bright and cheerful?" He nodded. "I'll work it out. Do you think they
know - know we've been fucking?" "Maybe, but they haven't come down on you
like a ton of bricks, have they? So if they suspect wickedness they don't
seem too bothered. But tread carefully, Tom. You're only 13 and you've got
a lot of growing up to do, never mind the bedroom bits. I promised your
grandfather that I wouldn't say any of this, so for God's sake keep it
secret- OK?" "Yes, Stewart, I promise."

We had resumed walking and were now only a few minutes from where elderly
queers were nested. "You OK to meet the rest of them?" I said. He nodded
again. "Don't be scared of them. they'll be on your side."

Seb came to the door when I knocked. "Is this the Tom you've been raving
about, Stewart? I can see why. Come in, you gorgeous creature." "Don't
worry, Tom," I said, "he's quite nice really." Tom grinned. "He knows I am
too, I bet."

I was glad that Seb's too-enthusiastic welcome hadn't bothered the
boy. Dodo greeted him more normally, shaking his hand and merely saying
that he'd heard all about him. "All?" from Tom, grinning. "Enough to know
that when these buggers have sailed away and you are still here that - how
shall I put it? - you might come and visit sometimes. We may look old but
we know a thing or two about what it's like to be 13." Tom's grin
widened. He turned to me. "Is he saying there are fucks to be had here?" I
nodded. The grin gleamed wickedly.

That was when Eric and Vern appeared. Eric took Tom's hand and looked him
in the face. "Stewart has told us that you are special, Tom. I can see he
wasn't wrong. These two old men and we younger ones will teach you the
lessons which Stewart hadn't got round to yet - but your grandfather
mustn't know." Tom nodded. "I think I can keep you all a secret."

"Be careful, the four of you. The Chief knows more than you think. None of
you can teach him to shoot, so you'll have to think of something which
allows him to visit." I was a bit worried that the poor boy would be caught
in the middle if the Chief made trouble. If the shit really hit the fan the
four oldies might get kicked out of Arbroath. Still, it wasn't up to me:
Andy, Finn and I would be gone the next day.

"Tom," I said, "I'm going back to Andy and Finn. We have to take our things
to the ship. Don't wear these old men out, will you." I couldn't think of
anything else to say: it was a wrench to leave him, and I knew he would
feel it too - more strongly. I held him close and he put his arms round
me. "Thanks," he whispered, squeezing me. I didn't trust myself to speak,
so I squeezed him back. We stayed like that for a few seconds, then I let
him go. "Good luck, Tom," and I was gone.

When I got back to our house most of our stuff was already packed up by the
door. Finn had been watching for me and as I went in he put his arms round
me. "Is he OK?" "I think so. I've left him with Seb and co. Seb made it
pretty clear that fucks were on the cards, but goodness knows how they'll
manage." Finn laughed, "they're not that old." "I didn't mean it like that,
love, I meant I don't know how they'll find a way for Tom to visit
them. It's not as though they have any reason for him to be there." "I'm
sure they'll manage. Now come and help finish this."

Three hours later all our possessions - few as they were - were in the
ship. David had told us that we were expected to have a farewell meal with
some of the Board, and we had a last look round before making our way to
the Chief's house. I wasn't looking forward to two hours in the Board's
company, but I hadn't told the other four of the Chief's conversation, so
the rest of them were cheerful.

*****

I needn't have worried about the Chief. No indication was made of anything
... uncomfortable. When the meal was over he made a little speech (I
suppose all Chiefs like making speeches: I know my grandfather did), and
Seb, as the oldest of our group, made a suitable reply. Then David had to
get up as the leader of those who were leaving. I caught Andy's eye across
the table and we exchanged a look. Finn, next to me, slid his hand onto my
leg. I suppose it was the equivalent if Andy's oh-for-God's-sake
look. Luckily Dave was the last one on his feet, and a few minutes after he
was done the party broke up into a prolonged bout of handshaking and
hugging. Naturally the huggings were among queers and the handshakes with
the Board. The Chief brought things to an end by saying that he expected
"the brave sailors will wish to spend time with their friends before they
leave" and that was the signal that we were dismissed.

Back at Seb and Dodo's house the nine of us relaxed. No-one felt like
talking - each of us was remembering things which had happened during the
few weeks since Inverthrum. Each of us knew that he would never see anyone
in the other group again. "Will you be kind to Tom?" I said at last, to
no-one in particular. Dodo, sitting next to me, laughed. "Of course we
will, Tom. I expect he'll be here before long offering to make himself
useful. But we'll be discreet. I'll make sure nobody fucks him until the
day after."

Finn stood up. "Come on, Stewart, if Tom's being looked after I need a last
night with you before I perish in a storm at sea." He kissed each of the
oldies in turn, and Andy and I followed. I think none of the eighteen eyes
were completely dry.

Back in our house for the last time we all made for bed. Andy and the two
men in one room, Finn and I in the other. I didn't really expect to perish
at sea, but there was no denying that a final fuck on land was worth
it. No, that's quite wrong: what I should have said that a last night of
making love to my lover on land was not to be wasted. Finn's eyes were
glittering as I closed the door. "Yes, Stewart, yes."

*****

Something woke me a few hours after we'd finally fallen asleep exhausted -
an owl, I think, for I heard it again a minute or two later as I lay
propped up on my elbow looking at Stewart asleep. My heart melted. He was
so beautiful, his lips slightly apart, his chest rising and falling, his
body relaxed after the strenuous love-making we'd had.  I was so
lucky. After Dab's death I believed I would never feel the same about
anyone else. The difference was that Finn and I had the whole of our lives
before us.

I must have lain there, drinking in Finn's presence, for several minutes. I
didn't move: the minutes passed, the magic remained. Then he opened his
eyes. "What are you staring at?" he said sleepily. "The joy of the rest of
my life."  He put his arms out and drew me onto him. "You're daft," he
murmured. A few seconds later he added, "but I still love you".

*****

By midday the five of us were almost out of sight of Arbroath. The ship's
crew had sailed due east to keep well clear of the Fife coast. The captain
told us that the Arbroath seafarers' advice was not to hug the coast but to
stay out of sight.  There was a rumour of pirates in small boats who preyed
on shipping that came too close.  The captain said he didn't think it was
true, but he wasn't prepared to put it to the test.  David, who was our
leader for the duration of the voyage, agreed.  "We took two days coming
from Newcastle and the captain says we have the same time to get back. That
means, gentlemen, two nights aboard."  He turned to Andy.  "You'll be safe
enough with Robert and me.  If it gets lively we'll just cuddle you even
tighter."  Andy's face indicated that worse things might happen at sea.
"Stewart, do you think you'll be able to keep young Finn from falling
overboard?"  I said I would do my best, and as Finn and I had already
explored the tiny cabin we would be sharing I didn't think there was any
risk of that, or even of falling out of bed.  Finn grinned the grin of a
boy his age who knew that being wrapped tightly in bed with his lover
presented no fears, however much the sea might threaten.

As passengers who knew nothing about seamanship it was easy for us to keep
out of the way, and apart from our meals, provided by a very pretty galley
boy, we had little contact with the crew.  During the afternoon I spent
some time with David and Robert discussing what would happen when we
reached Newcastle - a place about which I had been aware as dangerous in my
Carlisle days, but about which I actually knew very little.  Robert
explained that once the ship docked he and David would gtake the coach back
to the village where they lived, two hours away.  Andy would go with them.
"What are your plans?" he asked.  I said I had no plans, other than staying
with Finn.  "I don't know Newcastle, or anyone there.  It was somewhere
whispered about, but never visited.  It was seen as a threat in Carlisle."
Robert chuckled.  "I expect they thought the same about you.  If you've no
desire to return to Carlisle -" (I shook my head vigorously) "- then stay
with us.  If you and Finn want to move on after a while, that's fine.  If
you want to stay, that's fine too."

I was interested that Robert could be so sure that we would be welcome.
"How big is your village, and will we fit in?"  David laughed.  "You'll fit
in if Robert brings you. His family run the place.  There's about 180
people altogether and - well, why don't you tell him."

Robert explained that his great-grandfather and his sons had made a
protection round the village about 60 years earlier when the jilly raids
were at their height.  "A lot of folk got killed, Stewart, probably like it
was when your grandfather was defending Carlisle.  When he died in 2061 his
eldest son - my grandfather - became the local bigwig, and my father took
over when the old man died in 2098. That was just before the weather
changed.  From what Andy has said it seems to have been much worse up
north, but here it's not been too bad.  Nothing like it was before the
change, of course, but we don't have four months of snow here. It gets
bloody cold, but you get used to it."  I nodded, glad that the terrible
winters in Lairg were not as bad in Newcastle or wherever the village was.

"The village must know about you two.  Being queer, I mean. What will they
think about Andy? And about me and Finn?"  David grinned.  "They won't
mind. Being queer hasn't been a problem since long before we were born, and
bringing a boy to live with us will make a few of them a bit jealous, but
that's all.  You and Finn will stir up interest because they don't know
you, and you might find that one or two of them will try to prise Finn
away.  I'd advise you to make it very obvious that you are a couple - I
mean that you're permanent. That was he should be OK."  "You mean we should
make it clear we're in love?"  "If that's how it is, then don't hide it,"
said Robert.

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The fun continues in Chapter 9 as Newcastle approaches, and our new life
begins.

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