Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2019 08:40:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 23 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 23 Jack's birthday party was tiring for all of us, even the newest teenager. As Billy cuddled me I hoped we'd all have recovered before Christmas, when there would be renewed activity with the presents I'd bought for them all. Half-asleep I asked Billy what his plans were for Christmas. "I'd like to go home on Christmas Eve, and spend Christmas Day with my family," he murmured. After a moment he added, "but I'll have had enough of them by bed-time, so I'll come back here if you like." "I like." He kissed me softly. "That's it fixed then." The other two were fast asleep, coiled together as they always were. As I drifted off to sleep I wondered when we - the four of us - would open our presents. The next morning we gave Jack his books - two from each of us. He was thrilled, hugging each of us and kissing us wildly. It's nice being hugged by a naked, morning-hard 13-year-old still bearing spunky evidence of a busy night. I gave Dodo the book of poetry. "This will remind you of better times, I hope." Dodo was near tears. "Oh fuck it, Dab, why do I always cry when you're kind?" "Because you're not afraid here. I told you, tears are about strength - strength to know when you're safe among people who love you." ***** I thought hard about how to give out the staff presents. Lining them all up to receive bounty from His Lordship was out of the question, but anything less formal was still far too formal. Wandering about the house to find someone and casually hand over a little parcel was too informal, and I couldn't work out what to do. In the end it was easy - just be yourself, Dab. After breakfast on Christmas Eve I went to the kitchen where Mrs Morley and Gibbons hadn't yet started the main preparations for the following day. I made my little speech about re-starting my great-grandfather's tradition and handed them their gifts. Mrs Morley was tickled that I had thought about the staff. "Your great-grandfather would be very proud, Sir, I remember gifts from him - oh, it must be 20 years ago." Gibbons was rendered speechless, but nudged by her boss muttered something. As I went I heard Mrs Morley rebuke her for being so silly. "Don't be shy, girl, he's human just like you, and he's got a good heart." Dunstable in his study was my next port of call, so I hunted Dowland and asked him to bring coffee for two to Mr Dunstable's study. Thus five minutes after I'd sat down with him coffee miraculously appeared and Dowland received his present. "Thank you, Sir, that's most generous," and he withdrew. I couldn't begin to see a way of discovering more about Dowland - he was efficient but showed no emotion or warmth. I felt him unlikely to be a player in our games. Dunstable was delighted with his fountain pen. "Goodness, I never thought I'd see one of these again - it's a beauty. I shall enjoy writing with a better hand than these cheap pens allow." I explained that I still had presents for Byrd and Wilbye, as well as Mrs Tallis, Weelkes and my mother's carer. "No Billy?" "He will receive his present tomorrow when he comes back from spending the day with his family. He's going to them tonight." "Wilbye is not in today, Dab, but he'll be back in three days." Damn, I thought, it hadn't occurred to me that some of them might be away. "Will you ask him to come to the Office when he gets back? I must go and find Byrd - unless he's off too?" Byrd, I was assured, would still be up a ladder somewhere - "or watching Billy". Byrd was at the bottom of a ladder at the top of which Billy was draping holly over a picture. When Billy has safely reached the ground and Byrd felt he could relax I gave the old man his gift. Like Mrs Morley he remember 'the good old days' and he grasped my hand and shook it. "Your old great-grandad would be so proud," he muttered. Almost the same words as she had used - was there some hidden current I was missing? Why was it Bertie who would have been proud, rather that my self-defenestrating father or my grandfather? Had Bertie perhaps kept his leanings secret? One day I would learn more of him, but not until Amos and Seth had continued their adventures. Mrs Tallis, in the Housekeeper's Room, was delighted that tradition was being restored. I had a little bet with myself, and was gratified to learn that she too felt that my great-grandfather would have been proud. She summoned Weelkes to her Presence. Weelkes went white when she saw me there, but blushed charmingly when a small gift was placed in her hands. "Thank you, Weelkes. I know I'm a scruffy teenager who makes a lot of mess. I'm so grateful for all you do to keep me respectable." The blush vied with my hair for brilliance. As it was well before lunch I made a brief foray to my mother's quarters. After filial duty had been taken care of I gave her carer the present I had bought for her - a woman of 50, a nurse accustomed (as she told me) to dealing sensitively with patients who could be 'difficult'. The rest of the public present-giving was a pleasure. Jorrocks - who assured me solemnly that my great-grandfather would have been proud - couldn't stop expressing his thanks, to the ill-concealed amusement of Dodo and Jack (I had timed my visit to coincide with a mid-morning imbibing of the lethal ginger brew). They were much startled to be given something. "Can we open it now, Dab, here?" said Jack, forgetting himself until Dodo nudged him. "Yes, of course, Jack, it's not a secret," I said hoping that the wink would be seen by Jack but not by Jorrocks. Rivers was surprised and pleased. I think he felt that the unusual nature of our relationship somehow made the giving of a gift unnecessary. "You never knew my great-grandfather, did you?" I asked. ***** Christmas Day was rather a lonely affair: social taboos (broken in bed but not elsewhere) kept Us and Them separate. I visited my mother good and early, well before she and her bottles had celebrated too freely, and (to my surprise) had a sober and serious conversation. She said she knew that 'Old Bertie - a frightful rogue' would be pleased to see traditions restored. I didn't know she had an intelligence network, but her carer gave me a secret smile. Christmas Night, however, was considerably more jolly. The four of us gathered in my bedroom as planned. I handed Billy, Dodo and Jack their little packets. "Are these for us?" whispered Jack, "we've not got anything for you." "Yes you have," I said quietly, "you've given me a lot of happiness, and you'll give me lots more soon. Besides, you've not been here long enough to save up the millions of pounds you'll need for a present for me. Why not open it?" Much tearing of paper heralded the unveiling of sexual equipment. "What are these?" said Dodo, holding up his black and yellow cock straps. Billy grinned: he hadn't unwrapped his yet. "Are they all the same, Dab?" I nodded. Jack had opened his largest present first - typical 13-year-old - to discover a bottle of lube. "Have we all got one of these too?" I nodded again. "That way you and Dodo can have smoother silkier sex - that's what it says on the label anyway." Giggling broke out. Billy, having seen what was in the smallest and the largest packets, and having worked out that all three of them were getting pretty much the same, opened, like Goldilocks, the middle-sized one to reveal an 8-inch black rubber cock complete with balls. "Did you get this one to match mine?" said Dodo, "because if so it's a size too small. More giggling. When all the presents were opened and wondered at I dug out my black cock strap from the bedside drawer and showed the three of them how it went on. The giggling now reached a new height. Cocks which had been hard, looking forward to fun, collapsed. That was what I expected, and those same cocks, once attired, soon regained useful potency. "Keep them on for a while," I said, but not too long. We tried them at school, and a few hours is enough." Jack had been the first to master the art of getting it fastened ('make it one popper tighter than you think,' I'd said) and while the other two were still fiddling with stuff ('my balls keep getting in the way.' complained Dodo) amused himself by lining up the four butt plugs. The smallest, also the fattest, was only about 5 inches, but the widest part looked eye-watering to me. Still, it wasn't as wide as a fist. It would take a bit of working up to though. The others, more cock-like, were a yellow 6-incher, Billy's black 8-incher and a challenging red 9-incher (the same size as the one still awaiting insertion at school). "Have you had any of these up your arse, Dab - I guess that's what they're for?" asked Jack. "Not these ones - they're new - but I've had everything apart from the long red one. Start with the yellow one and work up." His curiosity about the butt plugs being satisfied he move on to study his other cock strap. "Why is this one yellow?" "Tell you later," I whispered, "it's special." I gathered all the wrapping paper up and threw it in the bin. From under my bed I produced a dozen cans of beer, opened four and passed them round. Billy and Dodo accepted theirs with great enthusiasm, but Jack looked wary. "I've never tried beer." "You'll hate it - it tastes really nasty," said Dodo, knowing full well that if anything would make Jack insist he liked it, this was it. Jack looked to me for a lead. "Go ahead, Jack, drinking one can won't do you any harm. Remember how it hurt the first time you had a cock up your arse, and how much you love it now?" He nodded happily. "Well, drinking beer's the same." Jack immediately applied his lips to the can, shortly afterwards, having drunk a small mouthful, affirming that it was indeed foul. The three of us chuckled in the sort of older-teenager way that would really get up his nose, the result being of course that Jack applied his lips again ... and again. Half-way down the can he belched mightily and said that it wasn't too bad really. Muted applause greeted this hurdle of adolescence safely negotiated. "Just the one can though," I said. "I'm not having you drunk and disgusting and puking in my bed." Dodo naturally took a second can, followed by Billy and me. "Maybe on Dodo's birthday," I said to Jack. The beer got things going, helped by the cock straps. Once the second can was empty I leaned over and planted my lips on Billy's. "Merry Christmas, love." "Mmm." I then pushed him onto his back and greeted his arse in similar fashion. "Oh God," said Dodo, "it's lovebirds time. Come on Jack, I'm going to have to make do with you." Jack seemed happy enough to have his big brother nuzzling at his arsehole, and like Billy some minutes later, was happy to have his cock greeted in the same way. I took Billy's cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him I wanted him to come in my mouth. "Only if we 69," he murmured. So we did - all four of us. I reached for my lube and passed it across to the other two. Soon cocks were in mouth and fingers (not always just one) were in arses - deep in arses - hunting their prey. Prey up a boy's arse doesn't wish to remain hidden, and all four sets of fingers found what they were after. Moans from the owners of the arses began to be heard. Dodo was the first to come, with Jack not far behind. They stayed coupled, gently sucking the wilting cock in their mouths, while Billy and I neared journey's end. I felt him begin to tense and my heart opened, knowing that within a few seconds he would seal our love yet again. His cock swelled and pulsed over and over again, my fingers rubbing his prostate with each surge of spunk. Eight times! He'd never squirted eight times before. As he finished his fingers scrabbled faster ... faster ... and I too poured love into him ... seeming never to stop ... stars whirling ... breath stopping ... oh Billy ... "You quite liked that, Dab," said Dodo a few moments after I had climbed down from the ceiling. Jack, prosaic Jack, impatient Jack, demanded that I explain the significance of yellow. "How was the beer?" I asked him. "I didn't really like it, but I like the feeling it's given me - all relaxed and happy." Privately I thought that the sex probably had more to do with his feeling of euphoria than a small can of beer, but I didn't want to spoil his illusion. "I need a piss though." "Ah, that's the point, Jack. We haven't done this here, not even Billy before you two showed up, but it's very popular at school. Come on through to the bathroom, all of you. Jack can't be the only one who needs a piss." My bathroom wasn't ideally equipped for what I planned, certainly for more than two participants, but it would have to do. I stood in the shower. "You're not going to piss in there!" said Jack. "No, Jack, you are. Come and stand in here with me." He was reluctant until Dodo poked him in the side. "Go on, you horny little bugger. You asked him, so you do what he wants." Billy, who had no idea until that moment what was up, broke into a broad grin and whispered something to Dodo. "Yes, I think so," Dodo replied, putting his arm round Billy's shoulders. "Let's see what Dab does." "Stand and face me, Jack," I said. I leaned forward and drew back his foreskin, pointing his limp cock up towards my chest. "Go on then, Jack, piss on me. That's what yellow means. I love it, don't worry, the more piss I get on me that happier I am." Jack looked for support to Dodo, who merely shrugged. "If Dab wants you to piss on him, Jack, you'd better just do it." Jack turned to me. "Are you sure?" he whispered. "Yes, Jack, I'm sure. Go on, take your time." It took him almost a minute before his brain unlocked his bladder and a small trickle emerged, falling well short of the target of my chest. "He's doing his best, Dab," said Dodo. "Well, you can get in behind me and show him how it's done then," I replied. Dodo didn't hesitate. "I'll hose down anyone kinky enough to want it," he said, full of piss and bravado, but still with a locked bladder. "Fuck," he said after 15 seconds when nothing had happened, "where is it?" Billy, safe on the bank of our pool of wickedness, could hardly contain his laughter. "It's all very well for you," I said, "here am I on fire with lust and these buggers won't put the flames out," and at that moment a strong jet hit me in the small of my back, running down between my arse cheeks and over my arsehole before running down my legs. "Mmm, Dodo, that's hot." Seeing my reaction Jack's brain shrugged its shoulders and let him piss properly - a nice arc up to a spot between my nipples. "Aah! Keep going, boys, empty yourselves all over me," I said as I turned round to get the full benefit of the greater quantity of beer in Dodo's bladder. We exchanged a smile. "Love it, Dodo," I whispered, and bent down to kneel. He kept going, pissing on my face. I opened my mouth. Dodo took the hint. "Wooo!" cried Billy, "that's disgusting, Dab," but his grin was evidence that, in this context at least, disgusting was a good thing. Whether it was merely a good thing to behold, as distinct from experience, would be put to the test very soon. Two bladders trickled dry. "Well?" I said, "wearing yellow means you like being pissed on. Who wants to wear his yellow cock strap?" Dodo said he wouldn't mind trying as it had been a hot thing to do and - you never knew - it might be fun to be on the receiving end. "What about you, Jack?" he said. Jack wasn't so sure, but when he saw Dodo's face (which Billy saw and described to me afterwards) he decided he'd better give it a try. After Dodo and Jack had showered and gone off to get started in bed Billy and I went into the shower. "Are you OK with this?" I whispered. Billy nodded. "Of course I am, Dab. If I hate it we won't do it again, but I don't think that's very likely, do you?" His question was accompanied by a hard stream hitting me a few inches above my navel and running so sexily down over my cock - hard as hell - and tickling my balls before running down my legs. "Oh Christ, Billy, you'll love this," I murmured. He stopped - there was still plenty to come, I hoped - and simply said, "your turn, your Lordship." I let fly - the pressure was intense - and Billy purred happily. "You're right - it's really hot." Then to my delight he knelt and looked up at me. I'd tried to stop the flow but he just nodded. His mouth was open ... his head moved forward ... his lips closed round my cock, still pissing ... his eyes closed ... his hands reached round my arse, pulling me closer ... I pissed and pissed ... it came to and end ... he looked up ... he stood up ... we kissed and I felt a mouthful of my piss ... I swallowed ... I knelt ... Billy, my Billy, my lovely Billy put his cock where we both needed it ... oh, Billy, I love you ... and for the first time I tasted the nicest beer I was ever to drink ... I wished it could have gone on for ever ... his piss finished ... "wank into my mouth" I whispered ... When we'd showered and gone to bed the other two were 69ing. Jack was on top, his arse too beautiful to ignore. Billy ushered me forward, "go on, Dab." Jack's arse was as tasty as ever, and readily accepted a pair of fingers. "Ngggh!" and Jack filled his brother's mouth only seconds after my digital incursion. The rest of the holidays passed almost as busily. New Year was celebrated with all the staff gathered in the Hall with glasses in their hands looking at the grandfather clock. It seemed as good a way of letting those of them who were not in the know find out that Billy, Dodo and Jack were important in my life. I followed the good Scots tradition (Dugald had told me, knowing that I would have to perform the ritual for the first time) of shaking hands with all the men immediately after midnight, and kissing all the women. I decided to adapt this somewhat by shaking hands with all the men, kissing all the women and kissing all the boys. Rivers, alone of my bed-fellows in not being kissed, helped things along by clapping, an approbation joined in by several others. Dunstable was the last to do so, and I caught his eye. We exchanged a little nod. The genie was out of the bottle. Where it might go was not up to me. ***** Two days before school resumed I thought it was time to see what became of Amos and Seth. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The day before my birthday two of the men from our group came to visit my Father. It was a mild day, damp and foggy, the winter being past, and we had planned to start preparing to return to the mine a few days later. 'Joel', said one of them, 'we hear that Amos is 15 tomorrow and Adam and I wish to give him a present. Will you permit it?' 'Aye', said my Father, 'he becomes a man tomorrow - it's good of you to mark such an important day.' Ezekiel said that he and Adam would come the next day at midday and take me off for my present. 'What manner of present is it that I have to be taken to it?' Adam touched the side of his nose. ''Tis a secret, Amos.' I was intrigued. Apart from my Father only Seth knew of my birthday - had he told Ezekiel and Adam? I was much excited - were they to give me something fashioned from the gold we had won? I was glad that, whatever it was, it was to be given to me at midday for Seth and I had planned an hour together in the afternoon before my Father and I and Gideon and his son Jacob were to eat together - two boys now men (Jacob was a few months older than I) and their Fathers: all men, all miners, all wealthy, all with high hopes for a busy year up in the hills. This was to be our last taste of city life for many months. I had a busy day before me! From my experience now, as I pen these words fifteen years later, I think my Father must have been aware of the present Ezekiel and Adam had contrived for me - indeed he may even have been the instigator being, as he then was, wholly unaware of my dealings with Seth and my feelings for him. At all events when Ezekiel and Adam came to me the next day I was ready and keen to go. 'Up and ready, are you, Amos?' said Adam, 'come on then, boy.' 'He's a man now', said Ezekiel solemnly, 'and he's about to learn what that means.' As we went along one of the little lanes where Seth and I coupled I was fearful lest one of the doormen should greet me, but we went further along and Ezekiel knocked on a different door, albeit one very like the familiar doors which had opened upon such pleasure for me in the last weeks with Seth. A woman greeted Ezekiel, very fancily dressed and powdered. 'Is this the boy?' Ezekiel nodded and I saw him pass money to the woman. She rang a little bell and a pretty lass - little more than my age, I fancy - came to join us. She held out her hand to me, 'hello, Amos, my - you're a fine fellow', and she took my hand and led me away. I had no wish to go with her, for my mind had construed what she and I would be expected to do, but I found I had no choice. By the time I had thought of kind words of rejection we were in her little room, with its familiar bed and table. 'Have you been with a girl before, Amos?' I shook my head, ashamed of uttering a sound. 'I'll show you then, my dear, and she knelt and began to unfasten my britches. Of one thing I was sure: I would not spend suddenly in my undercloth this time. I will gloss over the details. When we were both naked she took me into her arms in the bed and felt between my legs. Thank the Lord I was hard - my head had no lustful feelings for the poor girl but my cock knew no such distinction between spending in Seth's arse and spending in her arse. I was preparing to enter her when she exclaimed that I was erring in my aim, and she took my cock in her hand and moved it to her cunny. It was warm and wet and when she pulled me my cock slid in - more easily, I have to say, that it did to Seth's arse with the grease we used. She moaned enticingly, murmuring that I was so big and so hard. My cock liked what it heard, and did what I must acknowledge what the Lord meant it to do. I spent in her after but a couple of minutes. Looking back I must be truthful: I enjoyed it, but I cannot in honesty say that I enjoyed it more than an ordinary wank, and less - much less - than fucking Seth. For him I felt a joy; for her, alas, nothing. The girl - whose name I did not know - allowed me a few minutes to regain my composure. We rose and dressed, I keen to leave as soon as I could, and went to the front room where Ezekiel and Adam were waiting. 'Well, lad, you're a man now', said Ezekiel. He spoke much truer than he, or I, knew. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 24 as Amos continues his story, and I return to school after the holidays. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================