Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2020 12:39:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 29 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 =============================================================================== Chapter 29 Jed said that he had thought for some time that I might be queer, although he did not say so in as many words. "I do believe you and I share some interests, Amos, interests that your father does not share. Interests that married men do not share. Do you understand me, Amos?" I nodded, and whispered that I did indeed understand him. "And am I right, Amos?" I nodded again. "Well then," he said, "we should waste no time, for one day we will be old men." I laughed, as did he, and I recalled how working alongside him in the mine, however arduous the work, was always enlivened by his humour. How could I have spent so long in Jed's company without having an inkling of his ... queerness? It was a word new to me then, and one I found it hard to accept. "We cannot do anything here, Jed," I said, alarmed lest he wished us to do those things thitherto always cloaked by the concealing darkness. "Nay, Amos, I am not a fool. But tonight after our meal draw aside as though to piss. I shall follow you, and there, in the dark, we shall do what we both long to do," and there and then, in broad daylight, he took my hand and placed it upon his britches. Thank God there were none to see, for the others were many minutes ahead of us. His cock felt hard, and a boldness took hold of me, for I took his hand and placed it upon the steel rod in my britches. He smiled. "Tonight we shall let these mighty dragons out into the dark, and they can play their merry games, Amos. Now come, for we must catch the others. We do not wish their tongues to wag that we have fallen into mischief." When we had reached the rearmost of the others I began to become anxious: had anyone become suspicious? I need not have worried, for those at the back were William and Jacob. William asked me if I had made any discoveries during my walk, and my blush answered his question for him. "Good," he said, "for Jed will be a good companion for you." He turned to Jed. "Do you agree with me that we four are the only queer ones on the path today? Two men and two fine lusty boys?" Jacob's blush began to match mine. "Aye, William, that I am. The other three will follow tomorrow." I was intrigued. "There are three more?" I asked. "Yes, Amos, there are surely three, but there may be more who have chosen to conceal their desires. Mayhap they are married, mayhap they are afeared of what others might think of them." I was curious. "Who?" I said, "do I know any of them?" Jed laughed. "It's up to you to find out, lad, but one of them is the finest singer of our whole band. Have you not heard him sing of his darling?" I cudgelled my brains, but I could not fathom his riddle. There was one man - he must have been almost my Father's age - who had a mellifluous voice, and who was usually the first to start a song. I thought of the songs we all sang, but few were about loved ones - most were about drinking and the sort of behaviour my Father would not have approved of (though he was happy enough for them to be sung about). The only song anyone sang about a loved one was about a dead daughter called Clementine who had drowned. It was a fine song with a rousing chorus which we all enjoyed. It couldn't be that, because ... Jed had been watching my face closely, and he saw the change in my features as I started to unpick the clues. "Yes, Amos, Harry doesn't have a daughter Clementine: he's never had a daughter at all as he wouldn't go within half a mile of a pussy. What Harry's got is a deep-seated itch for a boy - any boy - who he can fuck as often as he fucked a boy in Barbary in '49. That boy was called Clement. And Harry was there when he fell into the bay and drowned." "Harry's been singing that goddam song ever since," said William, "it makes my flesh creep." "Watch out for Harry, you two," said Jed, "he can be rough, or so the rumour is. Some say that Clement didn't fall in by accident." I resolved to keep well away from Harry, even when there was singing round the camp fire. If what William had told me about queers recognising each other was true Harry might decide he wanted to fuck me, and I might end up like poor Clement. My resolve to be wary was reinforced by my belief that neither William nor Jed was likely to be rough, and that companionship with them was likely to be safer. Jed spoke quietly to William, jerking his head in my direction, and I saw William nod. "I'll have Jacob then," he said very quietly. Oddly this suggestion that Jacob and I were being shared out between these two older men did not dismay me; rather it hardened my already aching cock. Darkness was three hours away, and I felt I might burst ere then. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was intrigued by how Amos had learned the art of recognition of other queers - strange that the word was still in use the best part of 200 years later - and that what was now called gaydar had operated in those days. It was evident that he and Jacob would be spending happy times with William and Jed and - for all I knew - with some of the other three whom Jed had described (but not, I hoped, the hazardous Harry). It was equally obvious that at some stage Joel was going to become aware of Amos's ensnarement into sodomy. Would this happen in California, I wondered, or after their return to England as wealthy men, with three-year-old Seth? I had to find out, so I rang for more coffee and resumed reading. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ There was no singing that night, for Harry was to follow the next day. After the meal was done there was little to stop most of our little group from settling to sleep, for we had had a long day and another was to follow. My Father was always among the first to leave the group and he was accustomed to my joining him later - often much later - by which time he was asleep. A few minutes after he had gone I rose up and muttered that I was going for a piss. No-one paid any attention - bar one. I walked 100 yards or so and waited, out of sight of the others. Footsteps along the path made my heart beat faster. Was it Jed or some other come to piss? "Hello, Amos," he whispered, "have you pissed yet?" I shook my head, "nay, I was waiting for you." "Then we shall piss together." Each of us unfastened his britches and pulled his cock out. Mine was as hard as a nail and I knew I could not piss like that. Jed put his hand on it and held it tight. "That's a beauty, Amos. How old are you to have as fine a cock as that?" "I shall be 17 in two days, Jed." I turned my head to behold Jed's cock for the first time. It was half-hard, and six or seven inches long. I reached out my hand, but hesitated before touching it. "Go on, Amos," he breathed, "that's what we both want." I felt its weight in my hand and, as I had done so often out on the knoll with Seth, I dropped to my knees and engulfed it in my mouth. "Oh Amos," he sighed. My lips and my tongue had not forgotten their skills, honed on so many nights on the knoll and in cots in Barbary. His cock hardened quickly and I felt its heat in my mouth. I took my lips from it for a few seconds. "I want it in my mouth, Jed," and he nodded, whispering "good boy" and stroking my red hair. I reached forward to get his balls in my hands and I was gratified to hear him moan. Suddenly I heard footsteps. "Don't be alarmed, Amos, 'tis only William and Jacob. They will stop some yards away and will not bother us. Did you not guess that they were coming here too?" I gave no answer, my mouth being busy upon its task. That first time Jed spent swiftly in my mouth. Soon we would become better attuned to each other's rhythms and needs, but each of us had an urgency, doubtless brought on by the newness of the cock and the mouth attending to it. Jed's spunk was rich and plentiful, and as his cock spent its last and wilted I rolled what he had given me round my mouth, savouring its new musky flavour. When I swallowed Jed put his hands under my shoulders and lifted me up. "Kiss me," he whispered, "let me taste my jizz on your tongue." I had not heard of jizz before, but since the only taste on my tongue was that of his hot spunk I guessed that it was called jizz by Americans. Although I had spent in William's mouth, and he in mine, he had never used the word 'jizz'. Truly it was a day full of new-learned things. I kissed him, and our tongues greeted each other like two puppies, jostling and tumbling excitedly. After a few minutes he broke off. "As this is our first time, Amos, you must choose where I jizz - up your arse or in your mouth. I was torn: I wanted both. Although I had none of the feelings I had had for Seth my body was still afire and my balls and my cock were insistent. Suddenly I knew. "In my mouth, Jed," I whispered, "for if you jizz up my arse I shall not learn the taste of you. If you will be content to wait until we are back by the mine to fuck me then my arse will be yours to fill." Jed chuckled quietly. "You are a find indeed, Amos Cunliffe. The summer months will be richer for my having discovered you." It was Jed's turn to kneel. He put his hands on my arse cheeks and drew my cock towards his mouth. I bent my knees a little, hoping that by making access to my arse hole easier he would take the hint and allow a finger to dally there. My cock was in his mouth and his tongue was dancing on my cock head, pulled back by his lips as I pushed in. My arse was dry, so when he attempted to insert a finger I jerked in discomfort, He was most dismayed that he had hurt me, but I was so on fire that I said quickly that it did not matter, and that tomorrow I would have grease with me. "Ah," he whispered, "you are not unused to this then." I decided there and then that, after our business was done, I would make time to tell Jed everything about Seth and Jacob. I wanted him to know that I was deeply engrossed in the delightful sin in which we were engaged, and that were he to teach me more, and widen my experience, I would rejoice. First, however, my cock needed attention. "Your tongue is magic when it lashes my cock, Jed," I said foolishly, for surely he knew what effect he was having. I was squirming with lust, but his hands grasped my arse and held me as still as he could. He removed his lips and I gave an involuntary sigh of regret, stifled as soon as his mouth took my balls - both of them! - in. I was initially alarmed lest they be squeezed, but all was well. He allowed one to slip out and I felt his tongue licking all round the one still nestled within ... then the other ... then his mouth fastened upon my cock and he began to bob his head as though I were fucking his mouth, but in truth I was as still as I could make myself. Very soon I felt the start of the longed-for tingling in my balls as they started to prepare to shoot my spunk - my jizz - into Jed's mouth for the first time. My toes curled, my fingers clasped his hair, my knees straightened, I felt the muscles in my belly roil and heave as at last my cock flared and fired my ropes of joy into Jed, Jed, oh Jed, ah! ah! ah! ... My strength gone I fell forwards onto him. He cradled my head in his arms. "I said you were a find," he whispered, "I did you an injustice, Amos. You're a fucking treasure." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That seemed a satisfactory place to leave them in California. My coffee was stone cold, but what was in my pants was anything but. Reading about my great-great-great-grandfather's sexual exploits in far-off California had made me keen to replicate them in Staffordshire right then. That was out of the question though, as it wasn't yet lunchtime and all the people I might share my lust with would be busy. Tomorrow I would be back at school with no such restrictions, but today I would have to wait until bedtime before my balls had any relief. Mind you, they'd had a fair work-out with Sebastian and Billy. ***** The Summer term was pretty uneventful - at school, that is. I was working hard for my A-levels and although Dan and I spent time in bed most afternoons I had precious little time for anything else. Jock had been most understanding about my request for a weekend pass in the middle of May. "You are taking your estate responsibilities seriously, Dab. You must let me know if you need more time away. Your teachers are pleased that you're putting in the hours you need for your exams - you won't forget that they're important too, will you?" I assured him that my absence wouldn't affect my exam studies since the first paper wasn't until three weeks after my weekend away. ***** The weekend for Sebastian's visit arrived at last, and when Rivers picked me up in the Rolls on the Friday evening I knew I had 48 hours away from my bloody revision. "You won't have heard the news," he said, "about Dowland, I mean." "What about Dowland?" I said. Dunstable's regular zips hadn't mentioned him. "He and Billy had a big row yesterday - no-one else was there, so no-one knows what actually happened apart from Billy. They were in the dining room and Dowland was showing Billy how the table should be laid for a big formal dinner - not that you have them any more, but Dowland still thought it important. Apparently it all went well until Billy dropped a glass and it broke. Dowland lost it completely and yelled at him, calling him a 'useless bloody queer'. Billy was about to pick up the pieces when he stopped. 'What did you call me?' he said. Dowland realized he'd gone too far. 'I'm sorry, Billy, it slipped out', he said, but it was too late. He knew Billy would tell you and that would be the end of Dowland. Dowland went straight to Dunstable and offered his immediate resignation. Dunstable was caught on the hop and said that since you were coming home for the weekend it would be better if everybody calmed down until you could decide what to do. Welcome home, Dab," and I could see the grin in the rear-view mirror. When we got home I found Billy waiting in the hall. I put my arms round him and whispered, "you may be a useless bloody queer, Billy, but you're my useless bloody queer, and I love you. Never forget that." He broke away, laughing. "Rivers has told you then. I asked him to. What are you going to do?" "What do you want me to do, Billy? Sack him or keep him on?" Billy shook his head. "It's not up to me, Dab, but he obviously knows about you and me. If he thinks that calling me a useless queer - or any kind of queer, come to that - is something he can get away with then life here will become impossible. I had a talk with Mr Dunstable this afternoon, and he asked us both to go and see him when you got here." It seemed that we'd reached a fork in the road as far as maintaining the appearance of normality was concerned. "Come on then, let's get this over." Dunstable was waiting. "I think coffee might not be the best idea," he said as we came in. "This is all highly unusual, so why don't we all sit comfortably." I was happy for him to take the lead in whatever discussion we were going to have. "Billy and I had a talk this afternoon, Sir." "No, not Sir, please. Why don't we add to the highly unusual nature of all this by your calling me Dab. Billy will, after all." "Very well ... Dab. Dowland offered to resign, as you probably know, but I asked him to wait until your return. Billy and I agreed this afternoon that it would be impossible for Dowland to continue to train Billy in his duties, not least because Billy's relationship with you was out in the open." He paused: neither Billy nor I wanted to put our tuppence in yet. "May I offer you advice, Dab? Advice, if I may put it this way, from an old queer who's been aware of the tensions." Billy jumped: it was clear that he had no idea that Dunstable was also of our persuasion. "Please do. We have no secrets here," I said. This would be interesting. "I have no idea how far Dowland's knowledge of the feelings you two have for each other has been shared with other members of the staff, but I think it likely that if he came out with what he did in a moment of irritation with you, Billy, then it's probably common gossip." "Does that matter?" I said. "No, not in the least, because none of the other staff seem to show any concern about the rather unusual set-up here. I'm queer, but as you know, Dab, I have no relationship with anyone here. You two entertain Dodo and Jack regularly, and Rivers has an involvement as well. The other male members of staff - Jorrocks and Byrd - are elderly married men who live in the village. Dowland is therefore - if I may put it this way - the odd one out. Of the women Mrs Morley and Mrs Tallis may or may not be aware -" I interrupted him. "Weelkes knows about Billy and me - she has to, as she looks after the bedroom - and I took her into my confidence some months ago. She agreed to keep our little secret in exchange for a big increase in her wages." "I'm sure she's honoured that promise, Dab, because I spoke to her an hour ago. She was very unwilling to say anything, but when I told her that I was in the secret as well she relaxed. 'Oh Sir', she said, 'I'm so glad you know. Dowland has been talking and I found I didn't know where to look. I can't let his Lordship and Billy down.' I think Dowland has to go, and if I may suggest a step further -?" "Please do. I agree about Dowland." "I think you should take this opportunity to make everything open. Your relationship is unusual, but it's not up to the staff to have views about it. Now that there's gossip you should just be straightforward. If any of them feel they can't accept the situation they can leave with a month's wages and a good reference. My judgement is that there won't be anyone leaving apart from Dowland. I will see him shortly and tell him that his resignation has been accepted. If you agree I think it will be wise to offer him a severance payment in order to persuade him to keep his mouth shut about his time here." All of this made complete sense to me. I lived an open life at school and an open life with billy and the other three. I couldn't see any good reason for my not living an open life in what was my house. My mother was a problem I could deal with myself, but I didn't foresee much difficulty there. "What do you think, Billy?" I asked, "are you happy for your queerdom to be officially known?" He laughed. "I don't mind. Will you tell them the whole story?" I looked at him. "What whole story?" "Oh Dab, you can be so dense sometimes. Are you going to tell them that you and I share a bed, or that you and I fuck like rabbits, or that you and I love each other?" Dunstable had unaccountably found his shoes to be of all-consuming interest. "Might I suggest the last, as it would surely imply the other two," he said at last, satisfied that his shoes were all right. "Furthermore it would be so unexpected that I doubt if anyone would venture to question it - not that they should," he added quickly. That was that decision made - all that remained was when they should be told, and who should be involved. "My inclination is household staff only," I said, "Byrd and Jorrocks live out, so they aren't likely to be aware of ... the domestic arrangements." Dunstable nodded gravely. "Might I suggest having your meeting in here, Dab, as it's neutral territory?" That was a relief. "Yes. Would you organise it, say for 9 tomorrow morning? Sebastian will be arriving later." Dunstable's eyebrows rose. Bugger! I thought, he doesn't know about Sebastian. "Sebastian works in the shop where I bought the sling, and he has kindly agreed to make routine maintenance visits." Dunstable smiled. "Ah. Wilbye is in Lincolnshire on farm business, but since he spends less and less time here, what with the farm problems, I don't think he needs to be present. With your permission I'll speak to him myself after the meeting tomorrow." "Thank you. We should have a meeting, the three of us, so that I can become familiar with the farm problems, but that can wait until the Summer holidays." That night Billy and I went to bed early. We both knew that the next night Sebastian would need to be fucked by as many of us as possible, so we wanted to make the most of some quality time together - just the two of us. I'd got the electro toy ready for Sebastian and we'd examined it carefully. "This goes up your arse and the box sends a tingle into it." "Doesn't it hurt?" "Not when Sebastian did it to me in the shop, but he didn't turn it up full blast. I suppose if you gave it 25,000 volts it might hurt a bit." Billy snorted. "Well, it's not my idea of fun." I scooted down the bed and he heard a muffled "no, but this is." That was the end of any serious discussion about the electro. We made tender love that night. Sex with Dan was usually pretty boisterous - we both liked it that way, whichever way round it was - but more and more of the time Billy and I spent together in bed was stroking and just looking into each other's eyes. "I love you," I whispered after some minutes of happy contemplation of his face. "You're daft," he murmured. "Yeah, but I still love you. I wonder if I'll still love you as much when you're old ... 30, say." "I expect you'll have found some sexy little 14-year-old to fuck." "Will it be all right if I find one for you as well?" "We'll have to see. Now, while we're waiting for me to be 30 would you mind terribly if I fucked you?" In the years we'd been lovers we'd both learned so much about each other. When I was 13 I'd never have joked about our no longer being in love when we were ancient; Billy would never have said `would you mind terribly'. We were growing more alike, just like any ordinary married couple. I don't remember being as happy as I was in those days. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 30 as I finally overcome my potentiometer-led fear of things electrical. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================