Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2019 20:59:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 19 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 19 Seth taught me so much, not least the words for those things we did together in the dark as well as the things with which we did them. When we had been meeting for about two weeks, and I was lying next to him after we had come - a new meaning for a familiar word - he nuzzled my neck. "I want you to let me fuck you, Amos," he whispered. I had no idea what he wished to do, for my innocence had not yet learned that word, but I knew that if Seth wanted to fuck me, whatever it meant, then I should enjoy it with all my being. "What is 'fuck', Seth? Can you do it here?" I felt him chuckle, and he squeezed me to him. I loved being pressed against his strong body, as I loved the smell and taste of him. "Have you not seen the animals coupling, Amos - the stallions covering the mares?" "Of course, but they are females." He chuckled again - now from the wisdom I have as a man of 30 I know that he must have found the lusty boy in his arms to be an innocent indeed - and explained what fucking was. "In my arse!" I said. He raised my head and kissed my lips as gently as a moth fluttering at a candle. "Yes, Amos, in your beautiful arse, but only when you're ready. You will love it, I promise." I believed him, but I was still confused. My arse was dirty and although I kept myself as clean as I could I knew that the secret part from which I shitted could not be a fit place for Seth's cock. And then I recalled that he had licked my arse not many minutes earlier. Did his tongue not find shit there? I knew that I had quickly come to yearn for his cock in my mouth - his cock from which he pissed - was his arse the same? Would I yearn to lick his arse as he did mine? "Seth, I do not understand. My arse is not a fit place." "Amos, Amos, you cannot know your own arse for you have never seen it. I have, and I have tasted it, and I think it is the nicest arse I know. When you are ready I will fuck you, and you will find how much pleasure there is hiding within your arse. Trust me, Amos, for I have not disappointed you, have I?" I crushed him to me. "No, Seth," I whispered, "show me how to be fucked." "Tomorrow, Amos, for it cannot be rushed. Here, on our knoll, you will have your eyes opened." I teased him, for I was feeling happy. "And my arse too, Seth?" We both laughed - we were alone in a world full of stars and hushed happiness. The mine, the miners, my Father - all were in a different world where the sun shone by day, but the stars did not come. I reached down for his cock, soft and warm after its business. I kissed it gently, feeling it move against my lips. "No," he whispered, "no more tonight. But tomorrow you will venture into a new place - I promise." Seth sighed. "Amos Cunliffe, you will never forget tomorrow, nor shall I." "In that case," I said, "I wish tomorrow would come quickly," and then I started to giggle, for I realised what I had said. "Ssh, ssh!" he said, "we don't want the whole camp knowing we are out here under the stars." I was so happy with Seth that, for a moment, I wanted the whole world to share in my happiness, but luckily wiser counsel came into my mind before I made a sound. "It's time we returned," he whispered, his lips brushing my cheek as he did so. I turned my lips to his ear. "I said I loved you a few days ago, and you told me I didn't - well, I want to say it again. Every hour of the day I want to be beside you, naked in the dark. If that is not called love then you must teach me its name, as you have taught me the names for all the things we share." I felt his lips smile, for I was touching them with my fingers. He took them gently into his mouth, nibbling on them. "Oh Amos," he sighed, "I don't have a name for what we feel - yes, for I feel it too. A week ago it was lust I felt for you - for your hot young body, vigorous with your spending. But now ... I feel much more than that. Does it need a name, Amos?" I was startled: Seth had never shown any doubt while we were together in the welcoming darkness. I kissed him gently. "You may not have a name, Seth, but I do." We walked slowly back, hand in hand until we came close to the camp, lit by lanterns. "Tomorrow," he whispered, "tomorrow I will fuck you, Amos." I so longed to kiss him again, to kiss all over his body, but of course I could not. Perhaps tomorrow, I thought. My Father and I had a long and laborious day, of which I was glad, for it occupied my mind. Had I stopped panning to think of Seth I should have appeared like a mooncalf, and my Father would have berated me. By a stroke of luck we each found a goodly few grains of gold which my Father kept safe about his body. "That's been a grand day's work," he said as we tramped back to the camp, "we must celebrate our good fortune tonight." My heart fell, for though I was mightily pleased to have found so much gold I had never ceased to think about Seth and being fucked. My father's good humour would not be quenched, and I found I could not get away all evening. I dreaded what Seth must be thinking. "I must leave you, Father, for a few minutes, I need the jakes," I said when I judged that Seth might have already reached our knoll. He waved me away, unknowing that I had lied to him. I ran as fast as I could the several hundred yards. Seth must have heard me bounding along the path, for he was standing looking anxious when I reached him. Breathless I panted that I had but a few seconds with him. "My Father is celebrating a goodly day's haul, Seth, and I lied to him to get away to tell you. I cannot stay long, for he thinks me in the jakes." Seth laughed and ruffled my hair. "Don't worry, Amos, my cock will keep its tryst with your arse tomorrow and think - there will be so much more spunk for us to spill then." He kissed me fiercely and our mouths opened, allowing our tongues a brief moment of frenzied delight. "Run back," he said, "I will be here tomorrow, even hotter than I am now." I ran back, remembering to walk the last hundred yards. I didn't wish my Father to sense that I had been doing anything more energetic than shitting. By a stroke of fortune we laboured the next day without any success. I prayed that my Father would not wish to have another evening, not celebrating but consoling each other. As luck would have it Gideon came to seek him out. 'Joel,' he said, 'I need your advice. Can you come to my tent. Amos, will you be content on your own for an hour?' I was able to smile and tell my Father that I should be quite safe, and that I had much with which to occupy myself. 'Good lad,' said he, and I experienced a mixture of guilt that I was deceiving him and elation that Seth and I would have an hour for him to fuck me. I had no idea how long that might take, but were it to be but a brief thing I knew we should lie warm together afterwards, and kiss and ... I would tell him I loved him again. Seth was waiting for me. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, "for my passion has been nigh impossible to resist. All day I have been telling myself that it is but a few hours until you are here with me, Amos." I felt his britches where his cock was like a rod, as indeed was mine. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered, "but I have no notion of what I must do." As I was speaking we had both taken off our clothes and we stood naked, our bodies pressed against each other, our cocks hard and urgent squeezed between our bellies. Seth spread our garments on the ground. "Lie there, Amos, on your back." He stood above me and I admired his strong body, knowing that he would soon fuck me. I had thought much during the two days since we had last been together on our knoll about what the stallions and mares had done. Seth was going to put his cock into my arse: that I knew, and I guessed - hoped - that he would spend therein. I had wondered what it would feel like - his spunk shooting forth from his cock deep inside my bowels. Would I feel his hot energy? Would his spunk stay inside me? Writing this down so long after those nights in 1849 my innocence seems unbelievable, but to a boy of 14 all of what Seth and I did was new, exciting and beautiful beyond words. Seth knelt between my legs and gently lifted them up, to rest over his shoulders. He bent and licked my arse as he had done before. Little tongues of fire danced round my loins and I moaned softly. I felt something cold, and I must have recoiled. "Don't worry, Amos, it is just something to ease my cock into you." I felt his fingers enter me, slipping in easily. "What is it?" I murmured, "it feels so good." He told me it was a little of the grease the wagoners used on the axles, and that he had put two fingers coated with it into me. "Why?" "Amos, when you shit what comes out of you is moist and slips out easily. Your arse is made so that shitting is easy. But my cock is dry and unless your arse is made wet it will hurt you." I smiled. "Does that mean you are ready to fuck me now?" "Yes, Amos," he whispered, "but my cock is thicker and longer than anything that has fallen from your arse, so you must push to help me in." "But if I push might I not shit on you?" "No, Amose, trust me. I have felt inside you and there is no shit there. Push hard - very hard - and I will slip in. I must tell you that it will hurt at first, but only for a short while. If it is too much for you to bear you must tell me and I will stop." "I don't care if it hurts, Seth, I want you to fuck me. Please." I felt his cock touch the opening of my body. I tensed involuntarily. "Push, Amos," he whispered, "push and I will be in, filling you." He toched my opening again and I began to push. I could feel his cock pressing into me, pressing, pressing ... he was right: it did hurt, but I was determined not to let it show... I pushed, God! how I pushed, and each push magically pulled Seth's cock further into me, into the very depths of my body. The pain was considerable and I bit my lip. He saw and bent to kiss me. "You are being so brave, Amos. I will keep still for a little while so that your arse gets used to my cock. Trust me, it will not take long." I reached up to hold his head. "I love you, Seth," I whispered again, "I'm ready. Fuck me now. Make me yours." To my astonishment he pushed in hard when he heard those words and the sensation inside me is one I cannot describe. It was a mixture of sharp pain replaced but a few seconds later with a great soothing warmth. Had he spent inside me? His words told me he had not. "You have taken all of me, Amos. You are so brave." He then slowly took his cock out. "No, I moaned, "keep it in." He chuckled. "This is fucking. In and out, but never all the way out. Are you ready?" "Yes, Seth, yes, do it to me." I felt for my cock - it was as hard as I had ever known it. "Don't bring yourself off," whispered Seth, "for you will spend without touching it." I relaxed ass much as I could. With many inches of Seth's cock inside me relaxing wasn't easy, for every muscle in my legs, my arms, my whole body seemed to be as tense as wire. Seth moved in and out more and more rapidly. "Oh fuck, Amos, you are so hot and tight," he moaned. I could not speak for the overpowering sensations in my loins. My arse felt as though a dragon had crept in and was breathing fire. "Aah! ... I'm near," he groaned, and I felt him push in further than he had done. Suddenly he groaned quietly and I felt his cock swell and become fatter. Immediately I sensed a pulse in me. He was spunking over and over again. I was overjoyed at the heat and ... suddenly I was spunking too, just as he had promised. Gout after gout of spunk flew from my cock painting a sea of lines up my belly and chest. "Oh fuck, Seth," I whispered. After a moment when my breath returned I whispered "I love you, Seth." Seth, whose body had leaned over onto mine, raised his head. Looking me in the eyes he whispered, "I know you do, Amos." We lay like that, my spunk sticky between us, for several minutes. I felt Seth's cock slip from my arse, and as soon as it had done so I felt a trickle of something leaking from my arse and running down my crack onto our clothing. I gasped. Seth grinned. "That's my spunk, Amos, and yours is between us. Let me move and lick it up, for your spunk needs to find its home in my belly." I giggled, "then I must catch yours ere it is wasted." Seth grinned and knelt over me, licking my belly and eating my spunk. His arse was in front of my face, and although I had never placed my face there I had no hesitation in savouring as much as I could of what lay there. The scent of his arse was intoxicating. I lapped as hungrily as a spaniel. Seth stopped me after several minutes. "I think you have done enough," he said, " now lie there while I thank you for letting me fuck you." I was perplexed, for surely it was I who should be thanking him, but my perplexity gave way to delight as he moved a few inches further down my body and took my cock - hard again - into his mouth. This was the feeling that had so filled me with joy the first time that I could hardly believe I was to be thrilled the same way again. Seth's lips and tongue weaved magic spells and my balls were soon entranced, giving up a second spending only a few minutes, it seemed, after their prodigious effort while I was being fucked. Seth caught all my spending in his mouth and moved quickly to kiss me. My lips opened and for the first time I savoured my own spunk, delivered from the mouth of the man I said I loved. We remained lip-locked for centuries while stars and rainbows whirled about us. Soon, however, Seth brought us back to California. "Come on, Amos, we must return." We climbed back into our clothes, still dreaming of the joy we had shared. "I ... can we ... it was the best thing of my life," I stammered as we walked back. "Yes, we can," said seth, "but we must be careful not to do it too often. Come again in three nights." I grinned. "That's over 70 hours. I don't think I've left my cock alone for that long since I learned what it was for." "That's because you're growing up, Amos. Boys wank and spend several times a day. Now you're a man you know it's better to refrain and to spend mightily with the person you love. Had he said he loved me? Not in as many words, but a 14-year-old boy returning hand-in-hand with the man who has just fucked him for the first time interprets things not always accurately. That night I was convinced that Seth loved me, just as I loved him. It was not to be, of course, but that discovery lay some time in the future. ***** Seth and I met every few nights on our knoll and he fucked me on each occasion. He varied the manner in which he did so, allowing me to experience different sensations: sometimes on my back as he had done that first time, somethimes kneeling like an animal. Once he lay on his back and I squatted over him, like an animal shitting, and lowered myself onto his cock. Each manner of being fucked was different, each exciting, each touching different parts of the inside of my arse - all wonderful, all cementing my love for Seth, his cock, his balls, his body, his very soul. What an innocent I was in so many ways! And how experienced in others! No-one knew of our meetings. No-one knew how we felt about each other. Early in November it became much colder and Gideon and my Father agreed that we should close the camp until the Spring. All the miners and their families walked down into San francisco, and most of took lodgings in Barbary where there were taverns and cheap accommodation. I was glad to see that Seth had lodgings but a few dozen yards from where my father and I had a room. Two evenings after we arrived my Father and I were in a tavern. My Father bought us each a flagon of beer, and we drank thirstily. I looked around and saw Seth and several of the others. "Let us sit with them," I said, "for we know no-one else here." My Father readily agreed and we formed a large party. Each night the same group met to while away the evening, and it was good to sit near a log fire among our conpanions. It was even better when I found myself sitting close to Seth. "Are you enjoying life in the big city, Amos?" he said, "it's not like the camp." I said that the city, or the part we were lodging in, was unlike anywhere I had seen, for Uttoxeter was a tiny place set beside Barbary. "We must explore," he said quietly. I did not know how to answer. My heart (and my cock) wanted nothing more than to go exploring with Seth, but I had no knowledge of what my Father would think. He was busy with Gideon, so I got up and went to leave. "I will be back anon, Father, I need a breath of air." He seemed unconcerned, and bent to talk with Gideon again. Outside I knew that Seth would join me in a few moments. "Come on," he said, "we'll find somewhere interesting." He made off allong a dark street and went into an alley. He stopped and pulled me close. "We can't fuck here in the street, but I know a place we can go. Will you come?" "Of course," I said, and followed him to a doorway. He knocked three times and a little hatch opened in the door. A face looked out and Seth whispered something. I heard a bolt drawn back and the door opened. "Come on," he said. It was dimly lit, so I held Seth's hand as he led me in. I saw him press a folded note into the hand of the man who had let us in. "What is this place?" I whispered once we were inside. "It's a place where boys and men like us can meet and do what we love to do, Amos. Come now," and he led me past three or four closed doors until he stopped at an open one. "We can be together in here," he said, "I have paid for an hour." There was a bed and a table, but no other furniture. A lamp stood on the table, its wick turned low. Seth turned to me. "It is not as romantic as our knoll, Amos, but we can make our own little palace of pleasure here," and he eased me out of my clothes. Moments later we were both naked and hard. "Come to bed," he whispered, "let us make love properly." I had not known that our couplings on our knoll had not been proper, but the bed did seem warm and welcoming. Seth fucked me there and then, and I had to agree that being fucked on a mattress was more pleasing than being fucked on the ground. The bed springs made much noise, and I was alarmed lest others in other rooms would hear us and suspect that we were fucking, and I whispered to Seth. He laughed. "What do you think the people in the next rooms are doing, Amos?" I blushed, for even in the dim light with Seth's cock deep inside me I was ashamed not to have understood where we were. When he came in me and I had come on my belly, as I always did when he fucked me on my back, we lay together, our spunk still ungathered. "We have another few minutes, Amos, until our hour is up." "What will happen then?" "One of the men who work here will rap on the door, and if we do not leave within two minutes I will have to pay another $10." "Will that be so bad?" "No, of course not, but Joel will wonder what has kept you from the tavern in a place new to you." I bit my lip, for in our moments of passion I had forgot my Father. "Will he suspect, Seth?" "I do not know, Amos, but we must not give him any reason to worry about you. After all, you will be 15 in a few months, and almost your own man." I loved the way Seth made me feel grown up, even while he was fucking me and sucking my cock. We rose at last and had left ere anyone knocked on our door. "Can we do this again?" I asked after we had left. "Yes, as often as we can. But we must be careful, Amos." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 20 as I find out more about Amos in Barbary. The story is, of course, fiction. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================