Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2021 17:33:33 +0000 (GMT) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 126 Last of the Line 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 NOTE to the reader: "Peter Brown" aka badboi666 is, as you might guess, not in the first flush of youth: indeed he is well into the you'll-die-if-you-get-this-fucking-thing age cohort. If he gets a nasty cough and a temperature he will post a synopsis of what is still to come. Then, if he snuffs it, you can at least have some idea of what befell Dab in the end. The good news is that he has had his first Pfizer shot. =============================================================================== Chapter 126 Ordinarily, confronted by a new boy as keen as this one was to be bedded, I would have postponed his delight by a prolonged warming-up process, even though all the evidence might have been that everything was well warmed up already. But Mark was different: from what Colin had suggested Mark had been in the warming-up area for months, if not years. He had been lusting after me long before I was even aware of his existence. He had figured briefly in a throw-away remark years earlier as one too young to be involved, even by a brother, in anything sexual. Now urgency was the name of the game - there would be time for a leisured session soon enough. He flung himself onto the bed. "Now, Dab," he begged, "I've waited long enough. He was on his back: I was on top of him, our cocks hot and hard against each other's belly. Oh Christ," he moaned, "get it in and fuck me before I cum - I'm so close." Up went his legs and in went my cock. He was well-prepared and I was all the way in immediately. "Aaaah!" he growled, "yes, at last." His long wait transmitted itself to me, to my balls, to my cock and less than a minute after entering him I was pouring spunk where he had so keenly demanded it. Even so mine was the second cum - I had felt his body spasming under me less than 20 seconds after my cock found its target, each pulse of his cock into the tiny space between our bellies accompanied by a feral grunt. Our mouths found each other, our tongues fierce in their ecstasy. He locked his legs behind me. "Stay in for ever, Dab," he whispered as we broke apart to breathe. I smiled and kissed his lips gently - lips which a few seconds before had been frenzied now lips of tenderness - "I'll try, little one. You were on fire." He grinned. "I've wanted that for so long, Dab." "Roll over," I whispered, "I want you on top." Very carefully we managed to reposition ourselves with Mark still impaled. When I was confident I wasn't about to slip out I gently pushed his shoulders so that he was squatting on me. "You're gorgeous," I murmured, "and any boy who was gorgeous when he got into bed is stunning after a cum like that." He smiled. "Like those, Dab, and there will be a lot more before breakfast. I can stay all night, can't I?" "Hardly," I said, "don't forget you have to be out by 5." "Then we mustn't waste time," and he suddenly lifted himself off me. The inevitable consequence flowed out of his arse onto my wilting cock. "Mmm, did I make you do that," he said before he knelt over me to attend to it. A well-trained boy, I was glad to see, for when he knelt he did so with his recently-fucked arse well-placed to be comforted by my lips and tongue. His belly was on mine again, spreading his cum across both of us. There would be more, I knew. We spent several minutes sucking and feasting - minutes which both of us knew were going to lead to the need for more spunk to be shed before long. It was Mark who made the next move. He got up and announced that, to the best of his opinion, my cock was now fit for use again. He turned round and lay beside me. I put my arms round him. "You're good," I whispered. "Yeah, Gordy's a good teacher. He says you were very wicked when you were here." "I think it's good when an older brother takes an interest in the younger ones. Are there any for you to train, Mark, or are you the last?" "No, I'm it. But Gordy and I still get it on, so if you have any new things you've found out about since Gordy left the choir you could teach me and I could teach him. That would be fair." I grinned - teaching this little monkey would be fun. "I can't remember what Gordy and I used to get up to - there have been so many lusty lads since him." I was treated to a very sarcastic look. "None like us though." I didn't want to spoil his day, so my lips remained closed. "Do you fuck, or are you a bottom?" I whispered, "a cock like yours ought to be burying itself in all kinds of places." It was good that he had moved before I asked him, and was lying on top of me again, because when he laughed more of what I had deposited deep inside him was pushed out. "I thought you'd cleaned me out, Dab." Mark reached behind him to where cum had leaked onto my belly. I closed my eyes - I wanted him to see that whatever he was going to so with it would be a surprise. To my delight a soft hand anointed my balls with warm spunk, rubbing it gently in. "Bugger!" he whispered, "you were soft and now you're as hard as fuck, just with my rubbing cum on you." "I think it was the 14-year-old doing it that was just as important," I whispered, "but now that you've got things ready again where would you like it this time?" He sat up. "If you can manage it I want you to cum in my mouth and up my arse twice. That first one was great, but Gordy says you're really special when you make it last ages." "In that case let's have the oral one last. I want yours in my mouth too, and -" He interrupted me, putting his lips close to my ear. "Of course I fuck, Dab. And you'll be the first apart from Gordy." ***** By 4.50 he was showered and ready to appear outside as a Fisher College treble keen to sing in the Chapel at the Service in Commemoration of Benefactors. As the Service was special there was a last-minute rehearsal at 5. "See you later," he said just before I opened the door of A8 to let him out. I gave him a last soft kiss. "And hear you too," I whispered. He was gone. Would I ever spend time with him again? Probably not, but I would treasure the memory of the hours we spent together that afternoon for a long time. Sex with Gordon had been exciting; sex with Mark had been almost off the scale - not least, no doubt, because of all Gordon's input. Bertie had gone on about a couple of boys he'd fucked in mid-Atlantic in 1936; was I going to be similarly haunted over a hundred years later by Mark for the rest of my days? The Feast was pretty good too. ***** A week later my response to Grace was in the post. (She had made it clear that she was in charge.) Dunstable and I had spent a morning, each with a copy of their report, going over it line by line. By the time we needed a break it was obvious to both of us that Hester and Jack had greater expertise in many of the decisions we would need to make, and we agreed that I would ask them to join us for an afternoon session. In late November it wasn't likely that they would be busy on anything which couldn't wait until the next day. I gave them each a fresh copy Dunstable had run off - "that way they'll give us their views rather than just agree with ours". I said that there was no chance that Jack would do anything other than give us his view. "Yes, but Hester is still his boss, and even though he may well know more about what the current science is about all this climate stuff, she's still in charge, Dab." I said I would be tactful. After lunch the four of us gathered in Dunstable's office. "This is good stuff, Dab," said Jack immediately. I stopped him. "Hester, I need to know two things. First, does it make sense to you as something we should go along with? And if it does, and I put it in Jack's hands to be the contact with the University, can you spare the time he will need, probably quite a lot of it in Inverthrum?" She replied immediately. "If the scientists think the kind of experiment they suggest is worth doing then we mustn't stand in their way. If it works the contribution to all of us - I don't mean here in the house, but across large parts of the country - will be immense. If it doesn't work there's no great loss. A few cabbages will go ungrown and children across the land will bless your name. As far as Jack is concerned - let me put it this way. Your outdoor staff now has rather more officers and rather fewer ordinary soldiers than is the right balance. If Jack is in charge in Inverthrum - and I support that completely - then I need general labourers here. I'm assuming that Hamish will go to be Jack's lieutenant in the frozen north." "Not frozen, Hester, that's the point," said Jack with a grin. "Dab, will he really come too? He's fully employed here." I looked at Hester. "Give me two fit men and I'll be happy." "Men?" "Digging ditches requires muscles." She paused. "I suppose they ought to be queer - it will make life easier all round." "I think Seb's little notice board might help again," I murmured. Dunstable coughed. "May I take it that you two experts are giving this the green light? Hester? Jack?" Both of them agreed. He turned to me. "Are there any things you need to discuss with them?" "Only that Jack will be central to whatever they want to do. It all gets discussed with him and he makes recommendations to me. We all know that I'm going to agree - I've no reason not to, and sums is my thing, not apple trees - but the University will expect the principal to be onside. You will obviously be involved in the contract that needs to be drawn up - that's not sums or apple trees." "Very good," he said, "then we are all agreed. Dab, will you talk to them or shall I?" I said that I would let them know that we would be proceeding and that I would tell them that he was the contact for legal matters while Jack was the contact for what was actually to happen. "I'll keep you all in touch. Hester, are you happy to bow out of this, and concentrate on here?" She nodded. "Yes. If Jack wants to bounce ideas off me he knows where I will be." "So will he, I imagine, for a few months at least. I don't see Cambridge shifting that fast." ***** In that I was utterly wrong. I had written accepting, and letting Grace know that Dunstable would be her contact for any legal matters. 'Jack Mbitsu will be the contact in Inverthrum,' I wrote, 'he knows the land intimately.' A letter came back only a few days later - the post was still pretty efficient - suggesting that they meet with Mr Mbitsu, and asking whether he would be willing to come to Cambridge. Mr Mbitsu, on being asked, expressed considerable keenness. "Can we stay in your college again, like before?" I said I couldn't see why not, but would ask. "I suppose you want to meet the sexy Mark?" "Of course, Dab, and if you had time to tell him about the rest of your household I guess he'll want to meet me." It was with some sadness that I had to tell him that our time together had not been sufficiently generous to allow such a conversation. "In that case it will come as a nice surprise for him," said Jack contentedly. Getting used to life without zipping was harder than getting used to it without the everyday little gadgets we'd taken for granted, and it took a further three weeks of letters between Uttoxeter and Cambridge for everything to be arranged. Colin had been most understanding - I had taken my courage in both hands and had explained my hope that he could arrange 'suitable accommodation for me and a member of my household - with whom I share everything - with perhaps the same degree of thoughtfulness you showed to my comfort a few weeks ago'. 'It shall be as you ask, Dab, in all respects.' Jack was pleased, though it was hard to say whether the prospect of an hour or two with Mark, or being put in charge of serious research, was the main cause. We were expected at Fisher on Thursday 15 December where A8 would again be available ('it won't always be - C'), and at the Climatology Department at 9.30 on the Friday. Grace had written inviting us to Hall in her college on the Thursday and I'd accepted. Colin, in a separate letter from the one in which he had advised me about A8, had written a very simple message. 'M A8 2' We took the electro - it had been working again some months earlier, though I had no idea how, and it needed to be charged every 200 miles or so now - and parked it in the multi-storey in the middle of Cambridge. "Lunch," I said, and the two of us found a corner in the Mitre where we got a couple of pints in, as well as bangers and mash. Another couple of pints at half past one saw everything coming along nicely as 2 o'clock approached. By 1.50 we were in A8 and Jack's eyes had stopped rolling at the splendour of his temporary surroundings. "This is it, then? And Mark just appears?" I nodded. "The only person who knows is the choirmaster, and he had given Mark his instructions. Well, not in detail, but he's told Mark to be here at 2. He won't be late. Whether Colin - that's the choirmaster - has told him anything about you I've no idea. He knows there will be two of us, that's all." "So the mighty Mbistu member will come as a nice surprise indeed," said its owner. "Often, I shouldn't wonder," I said. There was a single quiet knock. "This is Jack," I said, before Mark had a chance to say anything, "and he's been looking forward to meeting you ever since I was here last month, and if you've heard stories you'll soon find out." Mark stood in front of Jack and reached forward. "Mmm," he said, "hard already." Jack grinned. "It's been hard damn nearly all day." He leaned forward. "So's yours. Dab, can we get on with it?" "You must forgive my friend, Mark, but when I told them about the Benefactors Feast they all got hard, and have been ever since. It's quite a business being hard for a month." Mark laughed. "Yeah, that's right, Dab, but who are these 'they'? Have you got a whole house full of queer boys?" "You haven't told him, Dab?" I shook my head. "Well, Mark, it's like this. Dab and his boyfriend Billy have this big house and my boyfriend Hamish and I live there. There's a couple of lesbians -" "Three." "- yes, three, and another two queers. It's all very cosy. Now that you know all about us, Mark, how about you let me see what Dab's been drooling about these last few weeks." Jack had matured so much from the frightened little victim all those years ago. All three of us stripped quickly. Mark's delight at Jack's inches was a joy to see. "Wow!" seemed to say it all. He hopped onto the bed and lay there waiting. "After you," I said, "you're the new exciting one." Jack didn't hesitate. He knelt between Mark's legs and lifted them. Mark got the message and tucked them out of the way. "Like what you see, Jack?" Jack began to nuzzle Mark's arse; Mark began to purr. "We're going to need to piss before long," I warned him, "is that something you want to be involved with?" He looked puzzled. "Gordy hasn't played pissy games with you?" He shook his head. I wondered why such a pleasing aspect of Gordy's repertoire had been overlooked. I had a decision to make. "Before you two get too heated give me two minutes. Gordy and I used to love pissing on each other -" "And in, just like Dab and me." "- and it sounds as though he never did that with you." "No. It sounds disgusting." This wasn't the best news. "But it sounds hot too. I like disgusting, Dab, hadn't you noticed? Is Jack going to piss on me?" "Not on the bed, no. Do you want him to?" "Of course I bloody do, Dab. I like what comes out of cocks and I might just like this new idea as well." He prodded Jack, still nuzzling down below. "Where?" Jack got up. "There's a bathroom, I suppose, Dab?" I led a small party to where this new activity could be enjoyed. "I've got about 10 minutes before I lose it," I said. "Me too," said Jack, "so you can choose, Mark. You can have it - mine or Dab's or both - where you want it." "Three choices," I added, "on you, up your arse or in your mouth." He thought about it for a few seconds. "I don't see why I can't have all three. And do I get to piss on you two as well?" Jack nodded. "Well then, let's get on with it. On me first, OK?" I pointed to the shower, large enough at a pinch for three. Jack and I stood in opposite corners and Mark stood between us. He had a hand on each of our cocks. "How are you going to piss with hard-ons?" "Experience," I said. Mark knelt in front of Jack. "In that case there won't be any harm in my sucking it. Does it get any harder?" He was given the standard reply and when he'd finished laughing - not easy in such a confined space - he did as he was bidden. He got more of it in than I'd expected. It wasn't a deep throat, but he got more of it down than I ever could. Jack was groaning. "He'll piss without warning unless you tell him not to," I said. A raised thumb indicated that I had been understood. I started to piss down his back - just a steady trickle. "Mmm." I caught Jack's eye and shook my head gently; he nodded. Better to spin things out. Mark wriggled as my piss ran between his buttocks and over his arse crack. He took his mouth off Jack's cock. "That's so sexy and tickly. Why did my bastard of a brother not do this with me." He licked Jack's exposed cockhead. "It's so pink," he murmured. Jack grinned. "So's the inside of your arse, and pretty soon my pink bit and your pink bit are going to make sexy music together." Amen, I thought. My pink bit would be there too. I stopped pissing: I had three-quarters left. "Stand up," whispered Jack. Mark obeyed, only for a stream of piss from the recently-licked pink bit to arc up several inches before hitting Mark mid-belly and running down either side of his cock. The natural reflex is for both hands to gather the flow and spread it - if it's not reflex it's the only reaction I've seen to such a drenching." "Oh fuck," breathed Mark, neurons firing by the million every second. "Soon," whispered Jack. "This one fucks, Jack," I said, "and it's worth waiting for." Mark giggled. "I want a cock up my arse, pissing for all it's worth." I opened the shower door. "There's not room in here, get in the bath. Kneel on all fours so one of us can get behind you. Who do you want?" "Jack. Well, Jack first." The two of them got into position, not without some wriggling about. Jack tested things with a finger. "I'm lubed, Jack, stick it in." Jack would never stick his cock into such a delightful place. Plunge, perhaps, or ease, but never just a bald stick. This time it was eased in, inch by inexorable inch. Mark's purring increased in intensity with each inch in. I knew Jack would get right in, but watching it happen was, as always, substantially erection-inducing. Once it was all the way in Jack sighed. I knelt in front of Mark (there was only just enough room). He looked up and saw cock thrusting in front of his eyes. A hand reached forward and lowered it into his mouth. "You do know that we'll be pissing without telling you?" I said. The hand raised a thumb before planting itself back on the bottom of the bath. Jack and I both interpreted the small wiggle of Mark's arse as an indication that the proceedings could now begin. It's impossible to articulate when you have a cock in your mouth, but the moans and mmms that emanated from Mark were testimony to his happiness that the pleasures so unreasonably denied him by his brother were now being experienced in full. So much so that, despite a full erection, piss flew from his own cock after some minutes. Instinctively Jack and I had decided that we would empty our bladders where we were: Mark should be given the full treatment as he was so clearly relishing it. None of what I had given him leaked out or was spat out; most of what Jack was providing had initially oozed, and then poured, out and down Mark's legs into an increasing puddle of piss in which he was kneeling. I was finished first, and when I pulled back he was able to say something. "The next time ... I see my fucking ... brother I'm going to ... kill him and then I'm going ... to piss all over his manky corpse." "Wouldn't you be better just telling him you like piss even more than he did. Tell him Dab says so." "Yeah. good ... aaah"! Jack had finished pissing and pulled out. Piss - and only piss, thankfully (other matters might be a step too far) - gushed out. "Hold his shoulders, Dab," said Jack, "I'm coming back in. While a long fuck is always the best kind, if you're kneeling in a puddle of piss in a hard bath a really hard quick one is to be preferred, and that is what Mark got. Jack thrust back in hard all the way. "Yeah," muttered Mark, "give me all you've got Jack." Jack did: it took him less than two minutes. I pushed against Mark's shoulders so that he wasn't propelled against the taps. Jack groaned and pushed in another couple of inches which lust had lent him. I think Jack came at the same time as Mark's bladder finally found another pint to get rid of. Two minutes later we were back in the shower. Five minutes after that Jack enjoyed, for the first time in his life, the sensation of a warm boy in his arms in a four-poster bed. "Can we get one of these, Dab?" As he had a boy of his own already I decided he was seeking furniture rather than companionship. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 127 as Jack and Grace talk turkey. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================