Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2020 20:25:58 +0000 (GMT) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 109 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 109 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This was fascinating, doubly so because another Jack was going to be playing a major role. Were the Cunliffes fated to have Jacks in their lives? Although from the sound of it Bertie's Jack was not going to remain in his life once the plumbing was done. And he had met Ace when he was just 14 - it sounded familiar! I read on - Bertie's story, never dull, had suddenly become relevant to my everyday life, in Inverthrum at least. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "I met Ace and his twin brother at an orgy - they were part of a big group of bikers - and 24 hours after I first met them Ace and I knew we were never going to be apart again," said Jack. I was amused. "What was a 14-year-old doing at an orgy - no, let me put it differently, I know what you must have been doing -" (Jack grinned) "- how did you come to be at the orgy in the first place?" "I decided I wanted sex with a biker and went where I thought I would get picked up. Did you never feel you suddenly wanted sex with a stranger when you were young, Bertie?" Twenty minutes later each of us knew a great deal more about our early sexual experiences than we had when Jack had got into bed with me. The Atlantic Ocean had been mentioned, as had what had been a memorable night at Stonehenge. "So here were are then, Bertie, two randy-as-hell ex-14-year-olds sharing a bed. It's my turn to fuck you, I think." ***** When Ace asked me, therefore, what plans I had about celebrating the new facilities I knew that a last night with the two of them would form the centrepiece. "You and Jack have been together since he was 14: does that mean that 14 is an age you fancy?" Ace grinned, "you bet, Bertie, so does Jack. And the fact that you're asking tells me that you aren't uninterested in young flesh either." I smiled, "I'm more interested in young flesh, as you put it, than young flesh seems to be in an old man." I paused. "I live with someone I first ducked when he was 15 - he's 20 now." "Well then," said Ace happily, "but where is he?" "In my main house in Staffordshire." "Well, get him up here - is he into boys as well?" I nodded, "though we've not met one, or tried to, come to that." "Leave that to me," said Ace, "we can have a proper orgy - you, me, Jack, your boy -" "Ben." "- Ben. Jack and I will get two more boys to come to play." I was impressed - as well as running a highly-profitable niche plumbing business Ace was evidently in the procuring trade. "Where will you find them?" "I can't promise, but there were two little beauties at the place we'd been fixing when we met you in Inverness. The man there will know where they came from - brothers, I think. ***** Ten days later the day of the orgy dawned. Jack had told me what generally happened and when he mentioned beer I told him that I would organise what was needed. He laughed, "why, Bertie, do you own a brewery or something?" "Yes." That slowed him down for a moment. I'd driven down to collect Ben and we'd returned north with a small barrel. In the three days since we arrived it had settled nicely in a corner of the wet room. Ben had been amused that as well as the beer I'd loaded several bottles of fruit juice. "What's the point of juice at an orgy?" he had asked (I hadn't told him exactly who would be attending). "How much beer could you drink when you were 14? We don't want them throwing up on us, do we?" "You didn't tell me, Bertie. Where did you find 14-year-olds?" His smile on hearing that such guests were to be accommodated lit up the whole room. "I didn't. Ace did, and I'm not sure they're actually 14." Ben knew all about Ace and Jack by then - my description of time spent in their company had been tailored to engender maximum enthusiasm. Ace went round the room putting finishing touches. At the initial planning stage I had no idea of what might be installed - merely that the sound of a room where pissing could take place safely was exciting. After Ace had spent an hour telling me what was possible I had signed up for what must have been the de luxe version - two toilets, two showers, a central drain with the floor shaped so that everything drained into it and - something I had never heard of before - a sling. Ace had described the object in such glowing terms that I didn't hesitate. "That's the most important bit, Bertie, you'll see." Jack had driven off after breakfast to collect the boys, details of whom had been kept secret. I found myself like an 8-year-old child, desperate to know what was in his Christmas presents. Ben hadn't seen me in such a state before, and was much amused. "Did you get all hot and bothered about me when I was still with Larry?" I asked Ace how he'd arranged for the boys to be away from home for the night. He thought for a moment. "Yes, I think I can tell you that without spoiling things - this is an important occasion, Bertie, and it has to be done properly." After living with me for some weeks Ace knew how to wind me up. "Their geography teacher has arranged for them to be on a two-day field trip to learn about something - I've no idea what - but it has to be where there's a river valley. And by a stroke of luck there's just the right kind of valley here, apparently." I was impressed. "How is it that their teacher is in the know?" "He has a wet room which we installed in Aberdeen. The boys were the star turns when we unveiled that one, and when he told them about this they were as keen as you are, Bertie." "But surely they haven't just gone off on their own? What about their parents?" "No, their teacher's arranged a teacher from another school to pick them up. Chap called Jack something." I heard Jack coming up the track. The three of us went to meet them. A boy leapt out and flung himself at Ace. Another boy wasn't far behind. Ace embraced them both. "Come and meet the others," he said. "Bertie, these ruffians are Fergus and Alistair." "Ali," said one of them. "Yes, sorry, Ali. Fergus, Ali, meet Bertie and Ben." Hands were shaken, smiles exchanged and, in my case at least, pulse-rates soared. They were only too obviously brothers, Fergus being an inch or two taller, but otherwise with the same cheeky expressions. Straw-coloured hair, fairly long as was the fashion among boys at that time, blue eyes, a dusting of freckles, nice full lips. The discovery of other attributes would have to wait a while. "Is it going to be like last time, Ace?" asked Fergus, "I hope so." "It's up to Bertie, it's his house. But Jack and I have built a playroom, so I think you won't be disappointed." I felt I had to show some hosting skills. "Come on upstairs, the two of you, and see what I've got." I led a procession to the corridor at the back of the house. "In here." "Blimey!" said Ali, "it's huge." He and Fergus went in and looked round. "There's beds in it. There wasn't a bed in Archie's." "Who's Archie?" I murmured to Ace. "Mr Archibald is their geography teacher." "Ah." "Don't the beds get wet?" asked Fergus. "Today's the grand opening, Fergus, so I don't know, but they look far enough away to me. We'll find out tonight," I said. It was still mid-afternoon and it wouldn't be dark until nearly midnight - it was the solstice. Ali was examining the sling - something that Archie had not invested in from the way in which it was being studied. "Do we get in this thing?" I went over to him - he really was very cute - and told him all about it. "Come and see this," he called to his brother, "you get in it and they can fuck you." Until then everyone had been on their best behaviour, though each had known what was planned. It was somehow apt that the youngest one there opened the social doors to the next, more intimate, stage. Ace turned to me. "It's your party, Bertie, but if the Aberdeen do is any guide these two can do a matinee as well as an evening performance. Why don't we attack your barrel then come up here?" "Ace is right, boys. What are we waiting for?" "Barrel?" whispered Ali to Jack, who had his arms round the boy. "Beer, Ali. It goes through quickly. Bertie might let you have some if you ask nicely." Ali followed me down the stairs, choosing his words. "Bertie - I can call you that, can't I?" "Of course you can, it's my name. What is it?" "Jack said if I asked you nicely you'd let me have some beer. I've never had beer." "I think one glass might be OK. How old are you, Ali?" "14, why?" "Because that's a perfect age. How old's Fergus?" "He's 14 too but we're not twins. He's 353 days older- it's his birthday on Sunday." "In that case we'll have a double birthday celebration - his for Sunday and yours for ... Tuesday of last week." Ali grinned. "Birthday parties are always special because birthday boys get to choose things." He gave me a cheeky look. "Good," I said, "I like it when the boy does the choosing." "Do you have a special boy, Bertie?" "I have Ben - he lives with me - does he count as a special boy?" Ali wrinkled his nose in deep thought. "Do you fuck him?" I nodded. "And piss on him?" I nodded again, thinking these were strange criteria for judging specialness, but criteria nonetheless which I found appropriate. "Then he's special even if he's not a boy any more. Did you fuck him when he was my age?" "No. 15." "That'll do." "Is Fergus as nosy as you?" "No. He lets me do all the asking." Fergus had been huddled with Jack and Ben while this conversation had been taking place. Ace had decided that if no-one else was getting beer he might as well do so. He brought four pints and put them on the kitchen table where 6 chairs were pulled up. "Are you letting the boys have a sniff, Bertie?" "Ali is keen to try. What about you, Fergus?" "Yes please. Archie never gave us beer." "That's because you weren't old enough. You're eight months older now," said Jack, adding after a pause, "and eight months sexier too." Fergus laughed. "You'll see some changes, Jack, just you wait." I got them each a half pint, setting the glasses in front of them. "Go on then," said Ben, "it won't bite." Ace and I finished our pints quickly and I refilled our glasses. Things were going nicely. "Help yourselves from now on," I said, "but you two, stick to juice until tonight. We want lots of liquid, but no-one's getting drunk." 20 minutes later each of the men had two pints tucked away ("this is bloody good stuff, Bertie, where did you get it?" Ace had asked) and the boys a good pint or more of orange on top of the beer. "Time to go," I said. While the beer was making its way through I'd explained the bed arrangements. "There's two beds and two boys. Each bed has a boy in it and when we've had enough and call it a night each bed will have two men in it. Apart from that there's no rules." Ace said that he and Jack would split up. "We've been a couple for ages, but each of us likes a change now and again. If you and Ben are OK with splitting up then it's nice and easy. But that's for sleeping - there's plenty of time before that." "Can we get on with it?" said Ali, "I need to piss." Magic words, particularly when uttered by a 14-year-old in a context where his pissing would be a central part of the next several minutes. Four men stripped of, putting their clothes in piles on the two beds. Two boys stripped off, flinging their clothes in a corner. Six pairs of eyes took in the bodies they hadn't seen before. "Fucking hell, Ace!" said Ben, echoing no doubt the thoughts of hundreds of lucky men before him. It was not just the 11 inches though. Ace had a tattoo on his chest of a man holding a boy upside down sucking his cock while the man - Ace presumably, judging from the size of the cock outside the boy's mouth - rimmed the boy. I'd seen it often enough in the weeks he and Jack had been with me, but seeing it again among an audience, so to speak, made it seem like a brochure for what might be on offer. After all, we had boys with us now. Ali tried to climb into the sling, but it kept swinging away from him. "Here," said Jack, "I'll hold it while you get in. That's it, now wriggle your arse forward. Now put your ankles in these ... and your wrists here. Now you're helpless and your arse is open for business." Ali giggled, "that sounds nice, Jack, but how do I piss trussed up in this thing?" "Like you always do, idiot," said Fergus, who had worked out what was going to happen, "out of your cock." Ali looked at me. "Is that OK, Bertie?" I moved beside him. "Of course it is, Ali. You piss - we all piss - where we like in this bit of the room -" I was interrupted by a cry from Ali. "Oh Jesus! that's so - aaah!" and his reaction to Jack pissing on his exposed arse was to lose control himself. "It's all over me!" he said. "That's the point, remember?" said Ace, "you loved it last time." "I'm loving it this time, Ace, it was just unexpected, that's all. Who else needs to go?" Fergus reminded his brother that there were two 14-year-olds in the room, and that he had no intention od being left out when it came to being pissed on. "Or in," he added, "I loved that before." "You'll love it a lot more in a sling, I promise you," said Ace, "now what's next? Fucking your kid brother or pissing on you? How near are you to bursting?" Fergus shook his head. "Let Ali stay in there. I want to watch." "Roll up!" said Jack, "there's an arse needs filling. Ace and I have been there before -" ("So have I," said Fergus, "lots.") "- so it's got to be Ben or Bertie next." Bertie pointed to me. "It's your party, Bertie, you go first." At last! He looked so vulnerable and at the same time so wickedly expectant. "Come on, Bertie, I want that cock of yours out of sight - it's OK, I'm not new to this." I hadn't thought he was, but his consideration for my delicacy was touching. I rubbed my cock-head - very juicy by this time - over his arse lips. "Mmm, nice." I leaned over him to kiss his lips - about the only part of him that wasn't awash with piss. "Can I piss up your arse?" "'Course you can, the more the better. I'm all clean up there, so I won't shit on the floor." "Unless you want him to later," came from Fergus. I grinned, "no thanks, it's not something I'm turned on by, but if I change my mind I'll know where to come." I slid into Ali, whose arse was well greased. "Mmm, nicer still. Aaaah! fuck!" I had started to piss. Fergus, an old hand at this game, had moved to stand beside Ali who turned his head to find his brother's cock exactly where he expected it to be. His mouth opened; Fergus moved a few inches forward; Ali's lips closed round Fergus's cock; Ali gave a tiny nod (I was filling him all the while, and none had yet gushed out). Fergus's face took on the look of someone desperate to piss who had at last been able to do so. "Both ends!" said Ben, "wow!" Jack put his arms round him. "You like that, Ben?" Vigorous nodding. "Then Ace and I will perform for you." Ben eyed Ace's cock. "Will I ... isn't is too big ... I mean?" Ace smiled. "You're not the first to be awestruck by it, Ben, but trust me, arses go a long way in." Ben smiled, remembering perhaps many such moments of discovery from his catering employment. "I know, Ace, but yours will be a record for me." Jack muttered something about Guinness, but I couldn't hear what it was, busy as I was with Ali's arse. By this time piss was coming out again and running down my legs. At the other end Ali was swallowing hard and fast. Fergus finished and stood back. "Ben," he said, "he'll want you to carry on as soon as Bertie's done. He's weird that way. He loves being pissed up and I love feeling spunk in me. Archie says we make a wonderful couple." When I finished and stepped back Ben was beside me, his cock hard and urgent. "You'll never be able to piss with it that hard," said Fergus. Undaunted Ben was all the way in - hard. "Oof!" from Ali, "I ... like it, Ben. Keep it there and let go." Ben turned to look at Fergus, putting out his tongue. "Bugger me, it's like a steel rod and I can feel a thing like a hose up me. No-one's done it that hard before." Ben smiled the sort of superior smile of one who knew that praise was being heaped upon him by an expert. Ace and Jack moved to either side of Ali whose beams became even broader. "Yeah, all over me, like at Archie's." While this was happening Fergus and I were replenishing ourselves - he with a pint of orange and I with a pint of Chateau Cunliffe, as I liked to think of it. "What do you like, Fergus, apart from the feeling of spunk splattering your insides?" "I like the taste of it too." He put his glass carefully on the floor and knelt in front of me. At my age it usually took me quite a while to cum, and I thought it unlikely that he would be willing to spend long enough kneeling on a concrete floor to reap any tangible reward. I was wrong. A combination of three things served to make me revise my thinking. Fergus was a very skilled cocksucker - that shouldn't have surprised me, given that Archie evidently found spending time with the brothers worth his while - and he had a way of rolling his tongue round my cock which was highly stimulating. His knees seemed to be made of some particularly durable material. And best of all Ali, his ritual lustration being temporarily at an end, climbed out of the sling and knelt behind me. I felt his fingers in my arse crack. Anyone who, feeling fingers in his arse crack fails to bend his knees isn't taking things seriously. "Go on in," I murmured, "as much as you like." The sheer brain-shattering feeling of four fingers up your arse is enormously enhanced when your brain knows two things: that the fingers are those of a boy of 14, and that when you say the magic word things will rapidly become even more brain-shattering. By now we had an audience of three. "Does he?" I heard Jack whisper to Ben, who nodded. "This should be worth watching then," said Ace, stroking his 11 inches with one hand and fondling Ben's arse with the other. I saw Ben's response. Ace's cock - or the four inches or so furthest from his belly, were in my lover's mouth. "Fist," I whispered, "fist, Ali, give me all of it." The immediate response was that Fergus put both hands on my arse and pulled me hard deeper into his mouth - into his throat - while at the same time Ali's fist tore past my arse lips deep deep deep into me. It crossed my mind that if he'd had a longer arm he could almost have wanked his brother, so out of it was I. Suddenly I knew I was near. Ben told me later that I had yelled louder than he had ever heard me yell before. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd had for years, and it felt as though I kept in pumping spunk into a very receptive Fergus for ages. All the time Ali's arm was fucking me. "Stay in if you can, Bertie. He likes piss after he's been fed with spunk." It was no effort to satisfy Fergus's bizarre - and wholly delightful - fetish. ***** The six of us spent three hours in the wet room. Each of us occupied the sling at some point, and each arse in the sling was either pissed up or bathed in spunk - in most cases both. Ben and I fucked both boys and I was fucked by Jack and Ace. "In that order," as Jack informed me, "I'm the trailblazer here." Jack's cock would, were it not for Ace's, have won all the prizes that day. By 6 o'clock we had all worked up good appetites, so after six chaste showers we all piled into two cars and were soon settled in Lairg's chippie. By 7 we were all back at Inverthrum ready for another session. That was when Ben was spit-roasted. Ace was right: despite Ben's hesitation he discovered not only that his arse was at least 11 inches deep, but that the feelings of its innermost parts being pounded by a vigorous - a very vigorous - fucking were feelings unfelt before. So loud was his commentary that he found the whole process - it went on for 20 minutes or more - deeply satisfying that I began to worry that I, with my more meagre inches, might fail to come up to scratch in future. I need not have worried, for when Ben came for the second time seconds after Ace had filled his arse he put his arms round me (I'd been cooling him with second-hand beer) and our kiss ("I love you, I love you, Bertie, this sling is ... aaah!") meant that the cock of the man you love will always trump someone else's. I slept with Ace and Ali, but not until after a fair amount of in-bed (as distinct from in-sling) action. While wet fun is great, so is fun under the bedclothes. I sucked Ali off, receiving a decent amount of spunk for a boy of tender years who had cum three times in the previous nine hours. Then he sucked me off and the pleasure was 353 days' greater than Fergus had wrought. After he'd shared with me in the traditional manner he whispered that he and Ace were going to give me something I would never forget. "What can that be? You've both given me so much already." "It's something you've never seen before and probably won't ever see again," said Ace, pointing to his tattoo. And yes, Ace stood up, picked Ali up by his waist, turning him upside-down so that Ali's mouth engulfed Ace's cock and Ace's face was in Ali's arse. "It wouldn't work if I had a smaller cock," he said, "but the best is yet to come." If you have never witnessed a boy, newly 14, writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy as he is deep-fucked by an 11-inch cock which, after several minutes, fills the boy with hot eagerly-awaited scream-provoking spunk then you have missed on one of Life's great treats. Ace was right. As I write this over 30 years later I can still see the joy on Ali's face. ***** They drove off the next day, Jack with the boys to Aberdeen and Ace on his own straight home to Harlow. I never saw any of them again. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I now understood the message that Billy and I had found behind the chest of drawers. They must have put it there before leaving after a night - an afternoon, an evening and a night - of fun. Hundreds more would follow over the years. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 110 as I return to my own story in the 2040s. Posting in the next few weeks is likely to be sporadic, what with Christmas and its attendant distractions. But chapters will still flow, just less frequently. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================