Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2020 13:35:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 33 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 33 The next day Billy and I were sitting in the Office after breakfast. Jack had gone off at 8 o'clock as usual to do whatever tasks Jorrocks had for him, and Dodo went to see what maintenance tasks Byrd had. "Don't breathe a word about going," I warned him, "not till I've sorted things out with Dunstable." "Don't worry, Dab," said a much happier Dodo, "now that I know you don't mind there isn't so much hurry." "What do we make of all this?" Billy asked. "I think you're brilliant for working it out, but I don't see a problem." "It took me two weeks to work it out, Dab, because it's been obvious here for that long. I didn't want to zip you what with A-levels and all, so I kept you in the dark until you got back home. What I meant was what do we do about Jack when he moves in with us. Will he go on working with Jorrocks?" "He must, Billy, it's what he loves. Jorrocks thinks he's got the makings of a gardener, and you know how hard Jorrocks finds it to praise anybody." Billy grinned. "Yeah. If the old man says that then Jack will be winning all the prizes by the time he's 20. But won't the old man think it's odd, his boy living in the house?" "I don't think so, not if it happens when Dodo goes off. As far as Jorrocks is concerned Dodo is going to get a proper job working in a shop, and when that happens he won't be around to look after his little brother. So little brother moves in with us. Jorrocks won't be issued with a map of where all the bedrooms are." Billy laughed. "You've got it worked out, haven't you." "Only because you worked out the most important bit." Until that morning I'd never discussed Bertie's documents with Billy - I'd never even told him of their existence - but something made me want to involve him in the unfolding story. "Go and get us some coffee, love," I said, "and when you bring it back I'll show you something you ought to know about." By lunch time Billy was deeply involved in the California Gold Rush, and I knew I would have to get a move on with my reading if he were not to catch up. Lunch was eaten quickly, and Billy and I and returned to the Office, I to California in the 19th Century and he to Tudor England in the 16th, as we couldn't both read Bertie's papers at the same time. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That spring Jacob and I met Jed and William on many occasions at the knoll. Each of us paired with each of the others, and none of us had a preference for who he went with. On most occasions there were just two of us, for we had agreed after a busy time when all four of us were there that a second place for our fucking should be found. The next night, ere it became fully dark, Jacob and I set out to find a new site as pleasing and - more important - as easy to discern whether anyone was approaching as our old familiar knoll. We went first to the knoll and looked about us. Though each of had been there, and been taken to the stars there on innumerable occasions, neither of us had explored what lay beyond. A little dell stretched some way beyond the knoll, and within it we found a quiet nook, shielded from view until one was almost upon it. We stopped. "This looks promising," said Jacob. I agreed, and we moved close to each other. "Let us make certain," I said quietly, for my cock was hard and in need of attention. I felt for Jacob's cock and it too was ready for play. We had fucked each other many times, as I have said, so there was little ceremony to our removing our clothes and laying them on the grass to make a soft place. Jacob lay on his back and I lay on top of him with my mouth on his cock and my cock in his mouth. Jed had shown us this position a few days before and each of us had found it beyond bliss. To spend in a hot mouth, its tongue sucking and searching your cock to fill it with sensations of ecstasy while at the same time feeling the other's cock, hot and hard in your own mouth, swelling as it prepared to spend therein - these were feelings undreamed of, even by boys as familiar with fucking and sucking as we were. Jacob and I resolved to do this together whenever we could. Jacob held my arse tightly, as though to prevent me from rising off his body. In truth, however, it would have been impossible for me to move, as I - like him - was urged on by the lust of the cock in my mouth. I squirmed as his fingers strayed into the crack of my arse. "Mmm," I groaned, hoping that he would understand that I wanted his fingers to stray further. His cock was busy in my mouth, but my arse was unfilled, and fingers would be welcome. I resolved to discuss this with him after we had come - and that would not be far off. Jacob's body began to move under me and I knew he was nigh. I moved my tongue most vigorously over his cock head, seeing in my mind's eye its red wetness, its hole opening, the first spurt of spunk shooting out into my mouth, the second ... third ... would he never cease? ... and suddenly I was spurting spurting into him ... his lips sucked hard, milking my cock of its precious juices ... aaah! Jacob, it's so good ... We told Jed and William about our dell when we returned to camp, and agreed that one of us would conduct one of them thither the following night. Meanwhile life in the camp continued. I had identified the other queer men, and William had confirmed my assessment. "Well done, Amos, you're learning. Just be careful of Harry." My Father and I laboured together, often finding gold, as did the others. Gideon was most fortunate one day, finding a lump as large as his thumbnail - quite the largest piece any if us had seen. Strangely there was no envy among the miners, and none felt the need to be secretive about his finds. One night in May the four of us had set off for the knoll. It was a warm night and the prospect of lying in the grass being fucked had made me feel excited all that day. When we got to the knoll Jacob and William stopped while Jed and I walked on for a few minutes into the dell. When we got there Jed put his arms round me. "I've been thinking about you all day, Amos." "Why?" I said, "what was special about today?" I did not tell him that hardly a minute had gone by without the thought of his hard cock entering my mind. Soon it would enter my body! "I think it must be that Summer is here, Amos, and all around us the birds and the animals are busy at their fucking. Somehow tonight feels different. Do you not feel it also?" I confessed that I did, but added that I had no explanation for it. "Well, let us not waste a moment longer, lad," he said, "for I am unquenchable tonight." I liked the sound of that, for it meant that he would fuck me for a long time. He lay on his back, his cock like a poker pointing to the sky. I squatted over him, my hands holding my arse as wide open as I could. As always I had put some grease into my arse earlier. "Lower yourself, Amos," he whispered, "let me bury myself in you." I let my body drop an inch or two until I could feel his wet cock seeking entry. "Shall I let you in?" I teased, "will you rip me in half with your red-hot monster?" He chuckled. "Let's find out, Amos," and without warning (although I knew he would do it) he jerked upwards into me. His hot steel pierced me with the second of agony followed by the hour of bliss I knew I would enjoy. Only once had Jed fucked me for that long, and I sensed that that night he would do so again. My heart was filled with happiness. When his cock was fully in me I leaned forward and embraced him. We kissed. "Now sit up again, Amos, for tonight will be a night you never forget." How true his words were to be! After perhaps a quarter of an hour I felt my balls begin to tingle. The effect of Jed's cock on the inside of my arse always brought me to the edge and I knew that I would shortly spend on his belly. The first time I had been afraid that my spending so would have annoyed him, but how wring I was! He had groaned in delight, saying (while continuing to fuck me) that seeing jizz shoot from my cock was the hottest thing, and that he wanted me to jizz on him just as often as I could. Since that first time I have warned him that my jizzing was close, allowing him to anticipate its arrival as keenly as I did myself. "Yes, yes," I groaned as my balls started to pump the hot fluid out into my cock. "Do it on me," he said softly, "I love to see it shoot from you." When I had finished and jizz was streaked on his belly I reached down to gather much of it in my hand. I put my hand to my mouth and savoured what had so recently been deep inside me. Sometimes I shared what I gathered with William, but Jed had no interest in my jizz unless it were delivered straight into his mouth. He fucked on. A few minutes later there was a cry from the direction of the knoll. There was shouting. Jed was alarmed. "Get off, Amos, quickly. There's trouble. I hope to God no-one's hurt." Both our cocks were instantly soft and we both started to dress as quickly as we could. But before we were properly clad a figure appeared with a lantern. "There's two more here!" cried a voice. The moment I had dreaded had come to pass. For over two years we had escaped detection, but now it looked black indeed. Jed and I walked back to the camp, the man with the lantern right behind us. I felt as though I were being rounded up like a criminal, which I suppose I was. I had no idea whether what we had been doing for so long was unlawful in California, but I was very certain that whether it was unlawful or not, Gideon and my Father would be most severe. We were luckier than Jacob and William, for they were apprehended while they were still busy fucking: we at least had the warning of the noise of their discovery to make ourselves decent. When we reached the camp there was my Father. "Go to our tent, Amos," he said, "I will deal with you there. Jed, I am disgusted by your wickedness. We will speak after I have spoken to my son." He turned to one of the others. "See that Jed does not attempt to leave the camp under the cloak of darkness." As I walked to our tent I heard Gideon shouting in a rage at Jacob. At least my Father had not raised his voice. "Well, Amos, what have you to say for yourself? Has Jed led you into sodomy? Have you been sinning with him before?" If my Father had taught me anything it was that truthfulness was above all else. I was fortunate, therefore, not to be tempted to lie, for surely if I had done so my untruth would have been discovered when Jacob was questioned by Gideon. "I will tell you the truth, Father," I said, "but I beg you to hear all I have to say before you question me." He nodded his head gravely. "I promise, Amos. Do not forget that however far you have strayed I am still your father and I still love you. As Our Lord taught us, it is right to hate the sin and love the sinner." I told him that I could not remember a time when I was not attracted to other boys. "Even when I was 14 in our first year here I knew that I was different. The men spoke of lewd dealings with women in San Francisco, but I felt no stirring in my loins at their tales. My loins stirred when I saw the men bathing." I told him about Seth, though I did not tell him that I had been foolish enough to feel that I loved him. I told him that Jacob and I had been together many times, both in the camp and in Barbary, and that each of us was a willing partner. I told him that the so-called birthday present I had been lured into accepting with poor Molly was the only time I had lain with a woman, and that I had no desire to lie with another. "Father, I cannot help the way I am made. Were it not for little Seth - whom I love with all my heart, poor little mite - I would leave the camp in order to save you shame. But Seth is helpless without us; he needs us both. We are wealthy men and in a few years we should have enough gold to return to Uttoxeter and make a life there. I cannot ask you to forgive me, for I do not believe I have done things which need forgiveness. I do ask you to forgive me for causing you to feel shame, if that is what this discovery has brought. No-one has led me to do anything I did not wish to do. Seth did not seduce me, Jed did not seduce me, I chose this path because I knew no other, and I knew that for me it was the only path." He was silent. Full five minutes passed as we both sat on our cots turning over in our minds what had been said. At last he said, "and all that is truth, Amos?" "Yes, Father, every word." "And you expect to continue to live as you have described?" "Yes, Father. My dearest wish is that you can accept my way as being right for me, and that all three of us can live together in love - you as my Father and Seth as my son. Can you open your heart to that, Father?" As I write this so many years later I must record that not a day has passed since that awful night that I have not bent my knees and thanked God that my Father was able to be so forgiving and generous to his wayward son. He rose from his cot and stood in front of me. I dreaded what he might say. "Amos, I am torn in my heart. What you have done is most distasteful to me, and my whole being turns away from thinking of it. No, hear me, Amos, do me the same courtesy you asked of me. Despite my distaste I must tell you that I am proud that a son of mine, and one hardly a man, could speak so plainly and so honestly about such a distressing matter. I will not insult you by asking you to ponder deeply on what you have told me, for evidently none of this is new to you, and - though I cannot pretend that I do not wish it otherwise - I will do you the courtesy of accepting that the choice, if choice it be, is yours to make, and no other has the right to question it. Amos, my son, may we be in harmony together?" He lifted me up and embraced me, and it was without shame that I wept in his arms. When I could speak I told him that no man could have a better Father, nor a more understanding friend. I felt his body shake as tears came to his eyes as well. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I sat back astonished. Joel had earlier talked about Amos being "ensnared in sodomy", and I had expected scenes of rage and threatened divine retribution from him at the dreadful discovery. I hastily revised my feeling about my distant ancestor: he may have been bound up in religiosity but for a man of his class and time he was extraordinarily enlightened. As he and Amos were still living together 14 years later, when the authorship of the story evidently passed to him, it seemed likely that the patriarch had indeed come to accept Amos and his unorthodox way of life. The early Cunliffes were a lesson: a proud and forgiving father and a forthright son, unafraid to be his own man. I reached out for Billy's hand and squeezed it. "What was that for?" he said, looking up from his book. "Just that I love you, in case you'd forgotten." "Silly bugger," he said happily, squeezing my hand in return, "what are they up to now?" I told him that Amos had been discovered in sodomy. "About time. Now can I get back to Thomas Cromwell?" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Suddenly I could hear shouting. My Father released me, worried that there was trouble brewing elsewhere. We both went out to see what was going on. The shouting grew louder, and screams began. "God help us," muttered my Father, "Gideon is beating Jacob. Come, Amos, you can help here." We ran to Gideon's tent along with two of three others. Ordinarily none would have interfered in a quarrel, however fierce, but this was not ordinary: we'd never heard screams before. My Father threw open the tent flap to see Gideon about to deliver another heavy blow of his leather belt about poor Jacob's head and shoulders. Blood was pouring from his nose and one ear. My Father and two others grasped Gideon. "Stop, you bloody fool!" cried one, "you'll kill the lad." "It's no more than he deserves," growled Gideon, shaking with rage. I went to Jacob and tried to calm him, but his wounds were too severe for me to do any good. My Father, seeing that two men would be enough to restrain Gideon, took his belt. "Take Jacob to Reuben," he said, "and explain what has befallen him." Rueben was the source of all cures in the mine. He was no doctor, but he had served as a medical orderly in the California militia, and had a good knowledge of how to treat the sort of injuries fighting men might readily acquire. He had heard the commotion and, as he told me while examining Jacob's body, he had set water to boil as soon as the screaming started. "Nasty," he said quietly. "Will he be all right?" I asked. "Oh, yes, but I meant 'nasty' to describe what has been done to him. A belt, you say - and done by his father." Jacob, silent until then apart from the occasional deep shudder, said that Gideon had threatened to kill him. "Why? What on earth have you done, boy?" Jacob said nothing, but I knew that the whole camp would know ere long of our discovery, and I wanted to be the first to tell Rueben. That way what he heard would be truth, unvarnished by the imaginations of those who had not been there. "Rueben, Jacob and I were out ... were out fucking." There - I'd said it. "Not with Harry, I hope?" I was startled: he didn't seem to mind, and he knew about Harry. "No," I said quietly, "no-one so horrible. We know about Clement." "Ah. Go on, lad." "We were with Jed and William. Will they be beaten too?" Rueben chuckled. "Nay, lad, no-one minds too much what miners get up to in the hills. Some fuck - a word I didn't expect a young 'un like you to use, but a good one nonetheless - some fuck women in Barbary as though women were about to go out fashion, and when they come up into the hills where there are no women - well, they fuck what they can. You two seem to be lucky. Jed and William have no lusts for women, and they are kind souls - lusty withal, but kind." I had difficulty in keeping a sober face when he described Jed and William as lusty - perhaps Rueben was ... queer too - but I saw none of the signs William had taught me to seek out. While we were talking Rueben had been busy cleaning Jacob's wounds. Jacob had grimaced many times, but only once had a cry escaped from his lips. "Your nose is broken, Jacob, and there's nothing to be done for it. It'll be a fine nose in a few weeks - it'll smell well enough - but it will never be as straight as it was. Your ear worries me though. It isn't right when ears bleed. Will you go down to San Francisco and get a doctor to look at you? The day after tomorrow? Don't leave it any longer." "What about the rest of me?" asked Jacob in a whisper. "The cuts will heal and the bruising will fade. You'll be sore for a week or two, but after that you will be fit again. And if someone sees a few scars when you take off your clothes, who will care? Not you, I fancy, Jacob - or you, Amos. Now let me give you both some advice. Gideon is a wild man, but he will calm down soon. Joel is a wise man, as I'm sure you know, Amos. Jacob, you should talk to Joel, for he will say sensible things your father might not know how to say to an errant son. There are some in the camp who will shun you, and there will be many out in the world away from here who will shun you also. That may be hard, but you must accept it. Pay them as little heed as you can. There will be many who do not share your taste in fucking, but who don't feel threatened by it: they are the wise ones. Amos, will you bully this lad into going with you down to the coast to see a doctor? Please?" I nodded. "Of course, Rueben." "Well then, off you both go and - good luck." Alas, our plan to do that was overtaken by much darker events - events which had a dramatic effect on the whole Cunliffe family: Joel, Seth and me When we left Ruben's tent calm appeared to have returned. A few of the men sneered at Jacob and me, but as many were glad to see that nothing too severe had happened to Jacob. Harry was stamping up and down in a rage, but he showed no interest in either of us. "Jacob, let us do what Rueben suggested. Before you go back to Gideon come and talk to my Father. He was most kind and loving to me, and he will be calm with you - I promise." Jacob was astonished. "He didn't chastise you? You were fucking too, weren't you?" I nodded. "And he didn't mind?" I said that I believed he minded a great deal, but that he also knew that I was a man and old enough to know my mind and make my own decisions, and my own mistakes, I added. "Not that what we do is a mistake, Jacob." He was unwilling, but at last he agreed largely, I think, to put off the moment when he would have to face his father. "Father, Rueben has patched him up, but he wants us both to go down to San Francisco so that a doctor can look at Jacob's ear. Rueben says he's worried. He also said that you should fill Jacob's heart with wisdom." "He did not use those words, I fancy, Amos?" I blushed, my red Cunliffe hair and my red Cunliffe face lighting up the countryside for miles around. "No, but that is what he meant, Father." He smiled. "Sit down, Jacob, and try to find some ease." An hour later, many tears having been shed and much soul-searching encouraged, my Father slapped his knees. "Well, boys, that's enough of an old man preaching for one night." Jacob got up stiffly. "Joel, I will never forget a word you have said to me. I know that my father loves me, but it is often very hard to discern any sign of it. I wish I could enjoy the love you show for Amos." "Time will heal, I pray," said my Father (whom I cannot yet call Joel). Amos, walk a little with Jacob and you two boys can digest what I have said." Boys, lads, men - it was a sign of the uncertainty of our perilous position that such interchangeable words were used. We might have been boys or lads, but in a few moments there would be no question that we were men. Jacob and I parted at the entrance to their tent. No-one was paying any attention so we threw caution to the winds and kissed - not fiercely as we were wont to do in moments of passion (Jacob was too sore for such contact), but tenderly. "Good luck," I whispered, and I watched him go in. Three seconds later there was a cry. "Amos, Amos, come quickly." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 34 as things become even worse in the miners' camp. 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