Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2019 09:38:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 24 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 24 My Father made no comment when I returned to our lodgings, and his silence convinced me that he knew what Ezekiel and Adam had done. I think now that he was shamed by what had happened, but his shame prevented him from speaking of it. It was as though nothing had happened. An hour or so passed while we gathered our few things together. "I think we should go tomorrow," he said at last. "Yes, Father," I replied, "but if so then I have things I must do here in Barbary." I left him then, saying I should return ere it grew dark, knowing that Gideon and Jacob would come to us then. "Yes, Amos, I understand," he said, although his understanding of my need to be elsewhere was wide of the mark. Seth welcomed me. "I wish you a good birthday, Amos," he said. We embraced, and as our bodies came together I felt his hardness press into me. "Come," he said, "we need each other - I can feel it." A few minutes later we were in a room very like the one I had visited just hours before. I was unsure whether I should tell Seth what had befallen me, but as I did not do so as soon as we met I felt it becoming harder and harder to confess to him. I was about to take off my britches when he stopped me. "No, Amos, today is your birthday and I wish to give you a treat. Today you are to relax and enjoy everything I do to you." I smiled. "Very well, Seth, just today." Very gently he pushed me onto the bed. He bent over me and loosed my belt, slowly removing my britches leaving me hard in my undercloth. He bent his face and breathed in the scent. "Ah, Amos, you are so musky. You make me hot for your body." I wriggled - his words made me glow with urgency, though I had spent but two hours earlier. He reached up and took off my shirt and undershirt, revealing my chest aglow with sweat. Our lips met and our tongues waged battle in each other's mouth. I knew Seth had told me to be still, but my hand strayed to his britches where a mighty swelling lay. "I need you, Seth," I whispered. "In good time, Amos, in good time." He stood up and quickly took off all his clothes, revealing the joy which I desired - a mighty joy full two hands long and hard as iron. "Let my cock out, Seth, I beg you." He unwound my undercloth and as soon as my cock was freed it was in his mouth, his lips lashing on its tender wetness. "You have spent this day, haven't you?" I nodded. "A good birthday then." I was glad he did not ask about how I had spent, perhaps thinking I had wanked in my bed. The scent of my spunk was - to him, as his was to me - mightily arousing, and he whispered that he would fuck me harder and deeper than he had done when I was a mere boy, "for now you are truly a man, Amos, and can bear the full heat of another man's fucking." I had thought that the full heat of Seth's fucking a few days earlier had been very Paradise, and if his potency was now to be greater, released into a man, then my delight could only be greater. His cock teased my arsehole: he knew that I loved the feeling as his wet cockhead traced around the entrance into which it would soon find its way. I knew I needed him in me right away, but I knew too that for every second his entry was delayed the joy when at last he slipped in would be so much greater. "Oh Seth," I whispered, "I love you so much." Foolish of me to say such things, but I could not help myself. At last he entered me, every inch filling my arse with a heat and a bliss that seemed to take over my whole being. When I felt his belly pressing hard against my arse I knew he was further inside me that he had ever been - or so it seemed to a foolish boy. "Fuck me now," I breathed, "make me yours." Seth fucked me more slowly on that day - my 15th birthday, the 5th day of March 1850 - that he had ever done before, or ever would again. He came deep inside me and almost as he did so I too came, spunk gushing out freely onto my belly. A few moments after his cock ceased to surge he pressed forward, kissing me deeply. We stayed locked in a sweaty union while hours passed, or so it seemed. In truth it cannot have been more than 5 minutes before we rose and dressed, in good time before the unwelcome knock should come. We walked back towards the lodgings. Before we reached there Seth stopped. "Amos, there is something I must tell you. There is no easy way. I will not be returning with you to the mine. I am taking ship away from California. I leave in two days." I could not speak. I wanted to tell him I would come with him, that I could not live without him, that I wanted to keep him here, but words would not come. He hugged me openly in the street. "I have known this for many weeks, Amos, but I wanted you to be happy until the last moment. I know you say you love me, but the pain will pass - you will find someone who loves you as you will love him. Our time together has been precious to both of us. Let our last memory of each other be a good one." He shook my hand. "God bless you, Amos," he said. He went into his lodging. I never saw him again. The meal with Gideon and Jacob that evening was a trying occasion. My Father and Gideon naturally talked most, and Jacob and I made little contribution. I fear I was a poor specimen of manhood on my birthday! After the meal I suggested that Jacob and I should walk a little as we should be leaving Barbary the next day and climbing back into the hills. Until that meal I had had little converse with Jacob beyond the day-to-day courtesies of camp life, but as we walked the streets of Barbary he told me things about himself - things which interested me greatly. "I like you, Amos," he said, "can I trust you with a secret?" I made some kind of reply - I cannot remember the words I used - and he pressed my arm. "Do not tell a soul." "Of course, Jacob, but why are you telling me?" "I have seen you in the camp, Amos, and seen that you have gone with Seth. No, do not stop me -" (he had felt me make to deny it) "- I know because I too have ventured out with him, here in Barbary and in the camp. Did you not know?" I could not believe what I was hearing. Seth, the man whom I had loved, and told him so, was fucking Jacob as well! "When, Jacob? For God's sake, when?" "The nights he was not out on the knoll with you, Amos. I cannot believe you did not know." I shook my head - I had thought that today could bring no more shocks. I stopped. "Jacob, we must talk, but not here, not in the street. Come with me into a tavern where we can talk properly." In the tavern he insisted on buying the flagons, saying that as he had shocked me with his news, and as it was my birthday, it was the right thing to do. We sat and drank our flagons - yes, flagons, for I bought a second, knowing that our talk would not be swiftly concluded. He told me that he and Seth had gone to the knoll a few weeks after I had first been taken there by Seth. I asked him what they did together, and found that it had been the same as Seth and I had done. "And now he has gone," I said sadly. Jacob leapt up. "Gone? Gone where?" I told him what Seth had said to me only that afternoon. "We fucked - he said it was a special birthday fuck - and then as we left he told me he was taking ship in a few days. Did you not know?" It was my turn to shock him, though I had no wish to do so. To my dismay he started to weep. "Did you love him, Jacob?" He nodded, unable to speak. I reached across and put my arm on his. "I too, and I told him on many occasions out on the knoll and in beds not many yards from here." He nodded, no doubt remembering the same beds. I made an instant decision. When he had had a minute or two to regain control I leaned across. "Seth has gone, Jacob, but we are both here. Why should we not visit the knoll, you and I, and do with each other what each of us did with Seth?" He looked up. "You mean fuck each other, Amos?" "Why not, Jacob? My cock and my arse are still as keen for it as they were yesterday, and if your cock and your arse are without companionship then we should let them make friends." He laughed. "Amos Cunliffe, I think you may have had a bright idea there." I smiled. The day was not without its tiny compensation for the earlier grief. "I have a better idea," he said quietly, "we both have money, let us go to one of the nearby beds. I think we can remember how the system works." I laughed, drank the last of my flagon and stood up. "Come, Jacob." "And so must you, Amos." We both fell to laughing. I had not expected to be laughing when we left the tavern, remembering how solemnly we had entered it. I knocked at the familiar door and when the little grille opened our faces were familiar. In we went. $10 was handed over. The room was ours. Suddenly we were both shy - we had each been fucked many times in rooms like it, but never by the other. I took the lead, reaching to feel Jacob's cock. Hard and thrilling it was. He felt the hardness in my britches, and suddenly all shyness left us. We were two boys of 15, both experienced in the way of sex, but never with the boy - now the naked boy - standing proud and erect in front of us. We held hands and fell onto the bed. Jacob bent and took my cock in his mouth, and as he did so it passed through my mind that on that day I had had my first fuck with a woman, my last fuck with Seth and my first fuck with another boy my age. I had not thought my birthday should be filled with so varied a diet of sexual behaviours. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That was a downer, and no mistake. Poor Amos, dumped just like that! I wondered how I would feel if Billy announced one night in bed that he and his family were moving to Timbuctoo, or even London, in two days' time. What the hell was Seth doing? I doubted I would ever know. What a truly ghastly birthday! And the poor boy had to endure an evening's false jollity with Gideon and Jacob. Only then had his birthday improved after a strange series of adventures. I hoped he and Jacob would remain fuck-mates when they went back to the mine. Term was to start the next day, so all the usual preparations had to be made. Dunstable and Mrs Tallis agreed to zip me three times a week, and Billy promised to zip every day. "I want to know how you're getting on with Dowland," I reminded him. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't know about us, but keep your ears open in case he starts dropping hints." "What will I say to him?" "If he asks you a direct question tell him the truth. If he doesn't like it, let me know. You're far more important to me than he is - than anyone is apart from Jack and Dodo, and what I feel for them is different. I love you; I feel more responsible for them, if you see what I mean." "Of course I do, Dab. Without you they'd be out on the street with no chance of happiness. That makes them important to you, and to me too. I'll zip you with news of them too." "Thanks, Billy, that means a lot to me. Now would you please fuck me if it's not too much trouble?" That night Jack and Dodo had tactfully agreed to leave the two of us alone together. The night before had been hectic indeed, with yellow cock straps much in practice, as were three of the butt plugs. The 9-incher alone remaining untried. As I had a supply of them at school I left these ones in Billy's care. "Use them with the other two, and if the big one finds its way up an arse I want to hear about it." "Mmm." ***** The journey back was made without stopping. "I'll find out from Dan whether he's fixed anything with his Ibrahim. I'll let you know if there's a plan for a foursome." "Very good, your Lordship." "Oh shut up, Rivers." A few minutes passed. "Rivers, do you still fancy me now I'm 16?" "Yes, your Lordship." I asked for that, I thought. No sooner had I settled back into my Den, and made sure that all the toys were still safely locked away, than Dan came bounding in. "Is your man still here, Dab?" he said without a 'hello' or anything. "No, he went half an hour ago. Why?" "Ibrahim is as keen as we are, and he's still waiting outside." "Well, it's too late for today - I'm not getting Rivers back, he'll be 20 miles away. Tell you what - I'll zip him tonight and suggest he comes back one Sunday soon - will Ibrahim be able to come then?" "Oh yes, he's never too busy at the weekend as my father doesn't often need him then." We agreed that a session in ten days' time would be fun, and gave Rivers and Ibrahim time to arrange matters (not that Rivers would have any arranging to do). Dan went off to tell Ibrahim the plan. I wished Dan had had a zipper so that we could have busied ourselves that day - but looking forward to it would be fun. An hour later Dan and I had exchanged news about how each of us had spent Christmas, somewhat late Christmas presents (I gave him a yellow leather cock strap; he gave me a photograph of Ibrahim's erect cock with cum lava-ing down its lower slopes), news about Jack and Dodo, plans about how we should arrange matters when Rivers and Ibrahim joined us, and bodily fluids of a non-yellow nature (they could wait). I had produced the 9-incher and Dan promised that between us we would 'get it up one of us in the next week'. He had said that while I was busy rimming him, so I was able to make a critical inspection of its expected landing site. ***** Zips had arranged that Rivers would bring the Rolls to the spot where Dodo had appeared - that way there was no chance that Jock would see it, and wonder why Cunliffe's driver was appearing so soon after term had started. Dan had been there, of course, so he was able to tell Ibrahim where to meet. Dan and I had discussed where the foursome should take place. He had been in favour of getting a room in a hotel somewhere, but I told him to be realistic. "They're going to think it damn strange for two men and two boys turning up to book a room with a bed big enough, Dan. The back of the Rolls is plenty big enough - that's where Rivers fucks me while we're coming here or going home - and it's completely impossible to see in from outside. We tested it. If what happens is a success we could try to fix somewhere better the next time, but it won't be easy. I can't have you at my place and I don't suppose you can either." He shook his head. "No way, Dab. OK, the back of your chariot will have to do." The foursome was a mere 22 hours away while we were having that conversation. We had spent a happy hour in my Den and, therein, in each other's mouth and arse. "Let's not cum again until they're here," he suggested. I agreed, and a thought struck me. "You're not due a session with Prendergast, are you?" "No, not till next Monday. I had him this morning and he told me at the end of the lesson to report to him then." "Do you enjoy it? With him, I mean?" He shrugged. "It's good, and he's big, and he fucks for ages and cums buckets, but he's less keen on making sure I enjoy it than he was the first two or three times." "Maybe what gets him going is seducing a 13-year-old, rather than fucking one. He's certainly not interested in an oldie like me," I said, holding my chosen 13-year-old very close. His skin seems to glow after we've fucked and when we're tightly clasped together he gives off a sort of electricity. At least, that's how I interpret it. Maybe if I had understood the potentiometer's message I'd be better able to describe it. The following afternoon as 2 o'clock approached Dan and I went through the woods to the road. I had a little bag with supplies in it, and each of us wore a cock strap. Dan was all for being up-front and wearing the yellow one, but I persuaded him that that wasn't the brightest idea. "For one thing if we all get excited about the piss signals it sends out I'm not having piss in the back of the Rolls, and for another you've got to leave something for the next time. Do you know whether Ibrahim is into piss?" He shook his head. "In that case you must wear it when it's just the two of you, and see what his reaction is." We'd been waiting less than three minutes when a shiny Merc slowed down. "Here he is," whispered Dan. Ibrahim got out and came round to meet us. "You must be Dab," he said, shaking my hand. Dan was jumping about like a 3-year-old, and I wondered whether Rivers's presence had had the same effect on me when I was 13. Certainly when Rivers drew up moments later I was in control of my jumping-ness. He got out and introductions were made. Ibrahim was about three inches taller than Rivers and a good two stone heavier - all of the extra being solid muscle, as far as I could tell. It made sense for a diplomat's driver to be fit, I supposed. "Come into the back of the Rolls," I said, and three of us did while Rivers drove us a few miles away to a quiet spot. He joined us in the back. "Well now," he said, rubbing his hands together, "who's in charge back here?" I made the necessary introductions. None of us had begun anything - we were all still clothed. Ibrahim sat in one corner with Dan in his arms. Rivers sat in the other, embracing me. "It's completely safe," he assured the other two, "no-one can see in although we can dimly see out. If anyone comes we'll have plenty of warning, but unless they try to steal the car we won't be bothered." I told Ibrahim that Rivers and I routinely fucked in the back, and that there had never been any alarms. Ibrahim grunted. "I am content," he said, "and we must all trust each other." Dan had waited long enough, and he slid out of Ibrahim's arms and knelt between his legs, beginning to unfasten the buttons. I mirrored what Dan was doing, feeling for Rivers's cock as I unleashed it. I was keen to see Ibrahim's cock (as no doubt Dan was keen to see Rivers's, having hears a great deal about it), so my attention wavered as the unveiling proceeded. "Show us then, Dan," I murmured, "we all want to see what you've been going on about." "What has this monkey been saying?" asked Ibrahim, his treasure still not yet on view. "Dan told me that your cock's a lot bigger than his, and his is pretty awesome for his age," I said. Dan left his post. "I'll show you both, then you can get all excited about what Ibrahim's got." I moved back to get a better view. Dan whipped off his jacket, shirt and tie, and wriggled out of his trousers. He had chosen to wear a skimpy pair of white briefs which did nothing to conceal what lay - no, surged - within. "Very nice," said Rivers, leaning forward and stroking it. "Tasty too," I added. Dan saw no reason to delay further and released it from captivity. It slapped up against his belly. "And his is bigger - a lot bigger," breathed Dan lustfully, "and it's been parking up my arse since I was 11." Ibrahim grinned. "Not just parking, Monkey." "Your turn, Dab," said Dan, resuming his place in front of Ibrahim and beginning to get going on the buttons again. I stripped - there was no great build-up as my cock's strong point is not its inches - and Ibrahim showed a keen interest. "My monkey and you are blessed with foreskins, Dab, but I am not. The hidden treasure is often the most choice: I shall enjoy hunting it out." I grinned. Having Ibrahim nuzzling under my foreskin would be worth waiting for. While all this was going on Rivers had stripped, aware that Ibrahim was the star of the show, as it were. 8 and a half inches was going to come a poor third that day. Ibrahim saw that it was time. He carefully removed his shirt and tie, revealing a completely smooth torso. Dan's fingers ranged over it, stroking and teasing the hard nipples. "Mmm," murmured Ibrahim, "but wait, Monkey, you shall get your reward in a moment." I liked the way that Ibrahim called Dan Monkey, and even more I liked that Dan clearly revelled in being called Monkey. I would have to be very careful back at school: it was not my name to use without permission. Ibrahim leant forward and pulled his trousers over his feet. He wasted no time in pulling his pants off. When he leant back in the corner we could all see what Dan had described so fondly. Ibrahim was completely shaved (as later inspection confirmed). His cock was almost 11 inches of very hard vertical blood-filled, joy-filled tissue rising from two of the largest balls I'd ever seen. Bearing in mind that I had seen a great number of balls in Rivers's magazines, as well as a good few in real life, that's quite a claim. As they were familiar territory to Dan it was up to me, I thought, to take the next step. "Swop, Dan," I said. Rivers smiled happily at Dan as I undertook the responsibility of a good host. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 25 as the Rolls is put to memorable use. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================