Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2021 14:11:52 +0000 (GMT) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 119 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 119 The meal went quickly enough: it wasn't the main reason we were there. Billy and I plumped for beef stew and jam roly-poly as usual. Jack and Hamish took time - tearing themselves away from the other list - to scan the limited range. Fish and chips followed by syrup sponge - real nursery food. The two pints each were sunk before the pud arrived. "More beer?" said Jeremy as he brought them in. "Depends," I said softly, "how long before you and the others need to offload what you've got waiting for us?" "20 minutes or so for me. Not sure about the others, but if there's more than one of us playing we try to space things out a bit. I know I'm going the be the fullest first." "In that case perhaps one more pint each," I said. My three companions looked pleased at the prospect. It was a good thing that Hamish in particular had been a beer drinker since he joined us: three pints in 40 minutes would have felled a beginner well before sexual exhaustion got him. As it was none of us had any fears that inebriation would do more than send any vestige of inhibition out of the window. I felt more relaxed about what Clive might involve himself in. Some of the beer went down with the last of the stodge - always good at absorbing alcohol. "Come on," I said, "time to go next door. Bring your beers." The lounge had a few people in already. Two men of 50-odd were sitting on a sofa with Mark between them. "Red," I whispered as we sat in two sofas set at right angles in a corner. ("Leave room for them," I said.) Another man sat alone with a glass of brandy in his hand which he raised in out direction with a smile. "God save the Queen," he said. I raised my glass to him, and the other three copied me. Billy murmured that he wasn't sure whether HM was being lauded or one of the staff members. A tall tanned man came in wearing a blue stripe on his well-filled leather shorts and sat down beside the brandy-drinker. He emptied his glass in one go and the two of them got up. As they went towards the stairs the blue stripe stopped at Mark's table. "Wicksteed's only with me for two hours. Do you want me to join you when he's gone?" Great enthusiasm greeted this offer. Mark said that he would keep Fox and Pitt in a state of readiness. Wicksteed and his partner disappeared. "What was all that about?" whispered Hamish. Jack said that 'those two' were going to be whipped by Mark and the other one would be tortured, "at least that's what the list says. Can we ask out ones what that means?" "Of course you can, Jack. Once we're upstairs you can ask what you like, and do what you like." Before anyone had the chance to add anything our four companions came in, Jeremy leading. Fox and Pitt did not disguise their interest. "We must try Jeremy soon," I heard one of them say, "white surely covers a multitude of sins." I said nothing, but it didn't seem likely to me that Jeremy would ply a whip as vigorously as Mark, being of slim build - just right as far as I was concerned (and the rest of my party, naturally). Jeremy sat down between Billy and me with Zeke on Billy's other side. "These are Rudge and Timms," I said, pointing. Rufus sat between them and Clive on Jack's other side. I was glad that chance had seated them that way. Clive put his hand on Jack's thigh - a gesture immediately reciprocated by Jack - and bent to whisper in his ear. Jack grinned. "Fine by me, Clive," he murmured. Jeremy was fidgeting. "Ready?" I said to him. He nodded. "Yeah. Spilling it in five minutes." "Just what we like to hear. Come on," I said. Jeremy was up and led us upstairs to a different room from the one I'd been in before. It was a lot bigger, with a larger sunken bath and two enormous beds pushed together. They must have been a good 15 feet wide - plenty of room for eight. Knowing that Jeremy was close I said we should all strip quickly, and once there were eight naked males (it didn't take long) there was much eyeing of newly-revealed cocks. Only a few seconds passed before eyeing became feeling, and only a few more before each of us had a professional kneeling in front of us with his mouth concealing our cocks from view. The four of them had paired off as they had sat in the lounge, so I had the benefit of young Jeremy lapping happily away. "Don't make us cum yet, we need to get some pissing done first," said Jack. I was glad that he took to the procedure of such an establishment so quickly: the punter sets the pace. Mind you, it was probably different for Wicksteed's kind of fun. Jeremy stood up. "Now?" "OK. Come on," and the four of us stepped down into the bath. There were towels on the bottom so as the others saw me lying down they did so too. We were like sardines, head to head and paired as we would be at home. Billy and Jack were on the outside. The other four stood over us. Zeke took charge. "Jeremy's about to lose the lot, Pos. Then Rufus, then Clive. I won't be bursting for half an hour or so. That way you gentlemen will have a continued supply of what you want for an hour or more. We'll let a bit out each time someone has to empty himself. Apart from that anyone can do anything he wants wherever he wants, OK?" Silence greeted this - good! Jeremy pulled back his foreskin and - But I haven't described his cock to you. For a worker of his age in such a place it wasn't particularly big. He was half-hard at about 5 inches (later it reached 7). Like the others he was hairless. His balls were large, promising much to come. His arse was gorgeous: two peaches with the strong likelihood of nectar in between. - and he smiled down at me. "Here it comes, Posner," he said softly. I saw his piss slit open a fraction of a second before a jet of piss - welcome, welcome piss - rained down onto me. "On my cock," I said, and the stream landed where it was most needed. Moments later it stopped as he aimed at Billy's cock, hard already. "That's hot," he sighed. I knew the signs - Billy could piss with an erection - and he leant slightly towards me. "This is from Dakin, Posner," he said, and a golden jet of ex-beer rose up out of him, landing on my belly and chest. Jeremy resumed pissing on me for a few seconds, then made a big effort and stopped. Across the bath Rufus had knelt on either side of Hamish. "Where would you like it, Timms?" Hamish reached up so that his mouth was inches from Rufus's cock. "In your mouth?" Hamish nodded, "just a little though." Rufus lowered himself an inch or two and Hamish got his lips in place. He raised a thumb. Seconds later his groan was evidence enough that Rufus had started and that Hamish was thrilled. I saw him swallow. Jack meanwhile had started to piss on himself, holding his cock so that Hamish's cock got sprayed as well. "On my belly," he said to Clive, "but only a bit. I want to be pissfucked." "We all do, " I said. Nobody pissed for more than half a minute, so we all still had plenty on board. All four of us were soaked. Zeke was the only one still with a full bladder. "Shall I pissfuck you, Dakin, or would somebody else prefer it?" Billy wasn't about to let anyone else beat him to the front of the queue. "Me. Can you do it with me on my back?" Zeke said that he could do it any way Dakin wanted. Rufus smiled down at Hamish. "Shall I pissfuck you, Timms?" Hamish nodded, "I love it. We do it in a sling at home." "That sounds like an interesting home," said Rufus. I hoped Hamish wouldn't say any more about home, but I should have trusted him as all he said was "yeah". Well, not quite all. "Get it in, Rufus, I'm greased - we all are." Billy and Hamish were on their backs; Zeke and Rufus were inside them, pissing. I knelt over Billy so that he had a cock to suck on, and Jack, seeing me get into position, fed his cock to Hamish. Clive indicated to Jeremy that they should get behind us and make sure our arses - the only bits available - weren't neglected. "They're greased, Jeremy, so let's put our fingers where they might do some good." About half a second apart Jack and I each said "three". "To start with," added Jack. The effect of having three fingers up one's arse is naturally to make one piss - but since all eight of us were well aware of this no-one was surprised. Billy and Hamish, being steadily filled at both ends, were high on the sensations, and each of them was happily releasing beer onto themselves. Zeke said "stop" and he and Rufus, the only ones to whom his instruction was expected to apply, pulled out immediately. Piss streamed out of suddenly unfilled arses. "Do you want to be fucked properly now, Dakin?" "Timms?" asked Rufus. Billy and Hamish both put thumbs up since speech was denied them, cocks being in the way. "Let's stop too, Ja- ... Rudge," I said, "we must keep some back." He and I got off our boyfriends. Jack said he felt ready for more than three fingers. Clive said that if fisting was what Rudge was after he'd have to make do with one of the younger ones. "Rufus and I are too big." Jack snorted. "Big maybe, but not too big. Go on, try, Clive." Jack knew what he could accommodate. "On all fours then," said Clive, "that way someone can make sure your cock doesn't die of boredom. The house didn't make the assumption that all clients would present with lubrication already applied, and Clive went to the cupboard and came back with a large tube. "Fisting jelly," he said, squirting it on Jack's crack and taking two handfuls. These were soon well up inside Jack, who signified deep delight at the process. "Come on in," he growled, "you aren't the first." While this was happening Rufus was giving Hamish a long slow fuck - in sharp contrast to the pounding Billy had demanded from Zeke. Poundings are like fingers up arses: they make the arse's owner piss uncontrollably. Each time Zeke was all the way in another spurt of piss leaked from Billy's cock and another 'aaah!' from his lips. "God, you're hot tonight, Zeke," he groaned. "Mmm. You're on fire too, Dakin, but any ... second I'm ... going to ... " His warning wasn't needed. "On his belly!" cried Jeremy, the only one not busy at the time. Zeke whipped his cock out and lines of spunk landed on a soaking wet Billy. Moments later Zeke lowered himself onto Billy and their mouths locked. That was when Jeremy let go the next ration onto Zeke's back. "Ah fuck, Jeremy, you're the best." I wondered if the two of them were more than co-workers. Spurred on by what was happening only a few inches from him Hamish moaned to Rufus that he wanted it hard. "Do me hard, Rufus, I can take it." Rufus did as he was asked. Hamish could take it - and did. Rufus copied Zeke, allowing the first squirt to find its home well inside Hamish while letting the rest of it fly in the open. So vigorous was it that Hamish's belly escaped attention. Jack, Clive's fist by this time well-hidden in his bowels, leaned over Hamish to lick all the spunk off his face and neck. Clive, seeing what was happening, pulled his arm half-way out and - I assume - gave his knuckles free range over Jack's prostate. "Oh Christ!" yelled Jack, for it was unexpected, as his cock shot hard onto Hamish's belly. Neither Jeremy nor I had cum. I pulled him down onto me, his cock hard against my piss-covered belly. "I want to fill your pretty arse, Jeremy, Gold, then silver, OK?" "Mmm, Posner, I like the sound of that. Let me have a little taste first. You can give me some gold if you like." I squeezed him, "I like, and later you can have silver too." It was his turn to squeeze me. "This is going to be fun," he murmured, nuzzling my ear. I took hold of his head - his lips were wasted on my ear. Evidently a white stripe included not just willingness to kiss but some considerable skill. He broke off after a minute of two and slithered down to where my cock awaited those keen welcoming lips and his questing tongue. I heard Zeke. "Good, isn't he, Pos?" "You must have trained him," I muttered. I let Jeremy ply his trade for a few minutes until my bladder was screaming. I reached down and lifted his head off my cock. "I need to piss. How do you like it?" Instantly he was on all fours. "OK," I said, "but when I've finished pissing I want you on your back - I like to see the faces of the boys I fuck." He nodded. "I like it too 'cos it goes in deeper." A boy after my own heart. He got down and I spent a happy moment admiring - OK, lashing my tongue all over - those peaches. His arse crack didn't escape attention ... but my bladder was in charge. I pulled my foreskin back and rubbed my wet cock head on his arse lips - lips already pink, distended, waving a welcome flag. "Get it in, Posner," he groaned. As I slowly pushed in I was dimly aware of cries of encouragement from several nearby mouths. In I went. "Mmm," from Jeremy. "Go on, Pos, fill 'im up - he loves it hot inside." I looked to my right and was greeted with Jack mirroring what I was doing to Hamish. We exchanged a grin. I pissed everything I had up Jeremy's arse. It soon started to run out, down his legs and - he pushed hard - shooting out onto my belly. I managed to keep going for what seemed like hours, but eventually the tap ran dry. I pulled back. As my cock slipped out Jeremy pinched his arse as shut as he could. "Who wants Posner's?" he moaned. "Me," said Clive quickly, getting down on his back between Billy and me, "you know how I like it, Jer." Jeremy squatted over Clive, his arse an inch above Clive's mouth. This I had to see! Clive held Jeremy's hips, lowering the boy so that his mouth enveloped his arse. As soon as contact had been made Jeremy must have relaxed, because Clive started to moan and I could see him swallowing for dear life. Third-hand beer! Zeke whispered that Jeremy would drink it again when Clive had finished with it. "They're keen on each other," he explained. Jeremy didn't take long to empty his arse. I wondered, given the colour of Clive's stripe, whether anything other than piss might have been transmitted, but it seemed unlikely. After all, professionals expecting to be fucked didn't keep anything up their arses which might get in the way. Jeremy lay down on his back, grinning. "Silver time, Posner. I think I've earned it." I managed to delay delivery for a good 15 minutes. I was aware of Rufus getting up from the bath and whispering to Billy. Whatever it was that had been suggested was agreed to - I heard Billy say "yes, all three of us. I know the signs - we'll get half a minute's warning." It didn't take a genius to work out what it was that all three of them might do with 30 seconds' warning, but I wasn't in a position to give Jeremy the chance to look forward to it as I knew I was getting close. "Come on!" cried Billy and he and the other two crowded round the prone Jeremy, Billy behind his head and Jack and Hamish kneeling on either side of his sweat-and-piss-covered chest. "Tweak his nipples" said Clive. Luckily it requires only one hand to wank, so Jack and Hamish were able to attend to their allotted task with their left hands. I groaned - I wasn't alone - and fucked Jeremy as fast as I could. I came deep inside him. In the last ten seconds or so he had been wanking himself furiously, as were Billy, Jack and Hamish. The only way I knew that Jeremy had cum was the tight squeezing of his arse on my cock as I jetted the last couple of spurts. It was impossible to tell from looking at him, because the other three had cum all over him at much the same time. Five plentiful orgasms on or in the same happy 15-year-old! Gentle applause from Rufus, Clive and Zeke rewarded our joint efforts. None of us were quick enough. I was still deep inside Jeremy but the other three had no excuse. Clive had moved like lightning and was busy lapping up about a cupful of spunk from where it lay. Jeremy cradled Clive's head, cooing gently. Not just keen, I thought, as I watched the scene playing out in front of me. Clive wanted his mouth full of piss and full of spunk, and there was no shortage of either for him. When he's finished he found room between Jack and me and lay on his back. I turned to him, his face only inches from mine. "You fancy him, don't you?" I said softly. "Yeah. He's something else, Posner. He may only be a white stripe but he's the most versatile little bugger here. He and I have been doing stuff since he was 10 - he lives a few doors down from me - and when I told Mr B about him Mr B couldn't wait to get him in for a trial. There's nothing he won't do, Posner, nothing." That sounded interesting: Clive was a brown stripe, Jeremy and he had been 'doing stuff' for five years, and there was nothing the boy wouldn't do. I moved my head closer to Clive and whispered softly. "Yeah, why not. How many?" he whispered back. "Two of us and two of you." "Me and Jer?" I nodded. "I'm loaded, but he isn't." "I know - I've just been in and found nothing." He smiled, "good in there, isn't he." I nodded again. "Any time you like," whispered Clive. Jack sat up and leaned over Clive. "I heard most of that, Da -, oh fuck it, Posner. Am I your second?" I nodded. "It's been a while," he said, "but I think I can remember how it works." I wondered what he and Dodo's mate had done that merited thinking about how it worked - but then all I had experienced had been - literally - at the hands of Zeke. Clive sat up. "Some of us are going into the shower to misbehave. Posner and Jack will join Jer and me. I don't think the rest of you are going to want to join us, so Rufus and Zeke will stay to keep you entertained while we dirty boys play in there." It could hardly have been clearer. Hamish looked unhappy, so Jack cuddled him. "It's not compulsory. I like it but you don't. That's fine - I will never make you do it - but if I get the chance in a place like this you don't want to stop me, do you?" Hamish smiled. "Of course not, Rudgie. It's a good name for you - rhymes with cludgie." Jack looked at him. "It's what we Lairgites call a bog." Jack grinned, "I'll remember that." Jack and I stood up. Zeke moved to Hamish while Rufus knelt beside Billy. "We pure types will keep you two company while they act like puppies," he said. I wondered how Zeke felt about being left out, but I decided that as he was being well paid he would do what the customers wanted, and that was very clearly one customer, one host. "Another time," I said to him as the four of us climbed out of the sunken bath. I saw that they weren't wasting any time - each couple was coiled together, hands everywhere. Jack said "they'll be fine," though I think he was reassuring himself rather than me. The shower space in this larger room was, like the rest of it, a lot bigger than the shower in the room I'd previously used. It measured about six feet square and had four shower heads. "This is a bit like home," said Jack appreciatively. "Home?" said Clive. I explained that we had a custom-built wet room, though we had never put it to the specific purpose to which this one was about to be put. "Yet," said Jack. "You'll have your work cut out," I said, putting off the moment at which someone - Clive, presumably - would have to take the first step. It must have looked ludicrous to a neutral observer - four naked males, all with sky-pointing cocks but not touching each other, standing in a tiled room chatting. "Come on, Clive," said Jeremy, "let's get started. Find out what they want to do." In order to encourage Clive to do his bidding he knelt in front of him and licked his cock lovingly. "Not me, Jer, though it's nice. Jack's needing your attention." Jeremy shuffled across and did as he was bidden. Clive turned to me. "You're new to this, aren't you, Posner?" I nodded. "Well, let me tell you what can happen." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 120 as things happen. 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