Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2019 09:15:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 25 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 25 "I've been looking forward to this ever since Dan told me about you, Ibrahim," I murmured as I looked hungrily at the huge cock in front of me. Ibrahim grinned, "me too, Dab, as he has spoken fondly of you." My tongue reached forward and made contact with the base of his cock as it rose from his hairless balls. My tongue travelled slowly - very slowly - up the ebony tower, twitching as Ibrahim's heart beat. My tongue traced the urethra, along which what Dan had described once as 'an enormous fucking load' would travel - but not too soon. My tongue reached the first man's cut cock head it had ever encountered: there had been a fair few cut boys at Prep school, but all my men had been as nature intended. My tongue therefore treated its target with curiosity: it was big (promising for later when Ibrahim would fuck me, for that he would do so was not in doubt) and silky-smooth. My tongue wrapped itself round the target and drew it into my mouth, where I sensed a big drop of pre-cum. "Mmm." "You like that, Dab? There's plenty more. Do you wish me to come in your mouth?" I took my mouth off long enough to shake my head. "No, I want this thing deep inside my arse. I've not been fucked by one this big, and I'm looking forward to having it spunk further from daylight than anyone's done yet." Ibrahim chuckled. "That it will, Dab. Tell me, what is the biggest you've welcomed?" "10. And Dan's had the same 10. He's the Physics master." Dan giggled, "he's not as good as you though, Ibrahim." Ibrahim smiled happily, confident that he would enjoy showing us the excellence of his technique. However there was no way I was going to let Ibrahim anywhere near my arse for a while. After all, the front of his cock still required my attention, as did his balls. I placed my hands as far under his arse as I could and he took the hint, scooting a few inches forward. "You told me he was good, Dan." Ibrahim raised his legs and put his ankles on a ledge behind the driver's seat. "There, Dab, it's all yours." My tongue started another journey. Ibrahim's arse tasted unlike any I'd visited before - a considerable number, as you know, and not a few of them as black as his. Dan, Dodo, Jack, a couple of Prep school boys - all different; dozens of white arses - all different again; Ibrahim - a strong spicy flavour, not unpleasant but not as arousing as Dan. I couldn't put my finger on it, so rather than try I went instead for his balls. As I've said, they were large - very large. I didn't want to risk trying to get one in my mouth in case I hurt him getting it out again. When I licked them he chuckled again (I liked the sound of his chuckle - deep and throaty, full of possibilities). "Too big, I think." "Mmm." I looked over to the other side of the back seat where I saw Dan crouching over Rivers with his cock in his mouth and Rivers lapping happily at Dan's arse. I had enjoyed both activities on many occasions, so I left them to get on with it. Ibrahim's cock was a challenge I had to approach, but a head-on assault was not the way. Instead I copied Dan, hoping that Ibrahim would copy Rivers and get me nice and wet. What I had not expected (for Dan had never mentioned it) was that Ibrahim's cock was not the only prodigious thing about him. His tongue reached about six inches up my arse, or so it felt. Arses aren't all that accurate at measuring things (often leading to over-enthusiastic praise for a recently-visiting cock, for instance), and it might be that I exaggerated, but however many inches he got it up there, he certainly got it further than anyone else had (or has since). "You taste good, Dab," he said quietly after his first sampling recce, "but I think you need fingers now. Are you ready?" Until then the lube hadn't played any part, so I reached into my little bag and handed it to him, at no point removing his cock from my mouth. When he took it from me I held up three fingers. "OK," he said. I suppose it must have been several minutes later when the third finger finally made its way in: several minutes during which the sexual tension in my arse grew and grew; several minutes during which I nursed on his cock like a baby; several minutes during which I heard the familiar sound of Rivers reaching his orgasm, flooding Dan's mouth with what I knew would merely be Round One; an orgasm which was followed half a minute later by the equally familiar sound of Dan coming onto Rivers's belly as my faithful chauffeur fingered him to a noisy release. "It's time," I whispered. "How shall I fuck you?" If I was going to experience the next minutes to the full there was only one way. "I'll squat over you." Ibrahim smiled. "The best way. I'll get it further in that way." "And I'll shoot onto you." His grin and mine were equally wide. I moved round and hovered. His cock touched the doorway. I lowered myself half an inch. His cock head pushed in, slippery with precum as well as lube. "Hold it there," I sighed, "I want to be stretched." I'd had plenty of butt plugs in, and I knew that the moment of maximum stretch was a big turn-on for me. It was like a fire: I'd felt hot while he was rimming and fingering me, but this was at the boundary of pain and pleasure - I could have stood more of each, and as I slowly lowered myself I knew that I was never going to forget this fuck. The stretching eased as his great head slipped further in - eased, but not a great deal as the shaft was thicker than I'd had before. Prendergast was long, but not particularly thick. This was new territory, and I was loving every inch. I rose an inch or two just so that I could have them pushing back in again. "You're in charge," murmured Ibrahim. "Mmm." I kept on lowering myself, using my hands on his chest to steady myself. I could sense two pairs of eyes watching from across the other side. I looked at Dan and winked. More inches found their way in and I could feel the head of his cock poking me deep inside. "Ibrahim could feel it too. "Give it a moment, Dab, and you'll adjust." I nodded, sweat dripping from me. I felt under me, and was pleased to feel only about two hard black inches still unaccommodated. One for Prendergast and one for Ibrahim. I held him there for about a minute. We looked at each other, and I nodded, and mouthed 'you'. I wanted him to fuck me then, to master me, to dominate me, to fill me with the biggest hottest most potent cock in the universe. He got the message and pushed up inexorably into that part of me that he never had a cock in it before. "Ah fuck," I moaned, "yes, yes, fuck me, Ibrahim, fuck me, fill me with your spunk." Dimly I could hear Dan laughing from a million miles away. "Oh, brother, he will, Dab, he will." He did. It took a long time. I don't know how long ... hours? days? ... the sweat was pouring off me down my chest ... suddenly the spunk was pouring out of me up, up, fountaining white onto Ibrahim's black chest ... at last the hours and the days collapsed into a magical NOW as an unending stream of spunk burst up into me ... surge after surge ... "Good, isn't he?" said Dan quietly. Before Rivers drove us back he had fucked Dan and I had had the important third or so of Ibrahim's cock in my mouth while he fired the other barrel. Spicy, bitter spunk, unlike any other I'd tasted. Dan had told me that he loved it, but it wasn't a taste I enjoyed. The pre-cum, the feeling of it boiling in his balls, the sensation as his cock head flared and the column of spunk was forced out - all these were wonderful, but the taste ... no. Give me Billy's any day. Once the two men had gone Dan and I had a session in my Den, talking over what had happened. While we'd both enjoyed it - how could we not - I don't think either of us really wanted to repeat it, and it never happened again. I did suggest that the 9-incher should form part of our regular sessions, and Dan said that he'd been hoping for it for months. We decided that our arses - well, mine if I'm bring truthful - would prefer to wait a day or two. "You're used to having that whopper, Dan, but it does take a bit of getting used to." "Mmm," murmured Dan happily, "it sure does." ***** I said a while back that I had to get on, but I couldn't leave out Ibrahim's contribution. That aside, little happened that term that hasn't been described already. There were no more jilly raids, or even rumours, and the Easter holidays soon came along. Billy, Jack and Dodo would all be at home. Amos and Jacob would surely have been fucking each other up in the hills in 1851, and I wanted to hear more of my great-great-great-great-grandfather's doings. What I read was unexpected, to say the least. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As we made our way back up to the mine the day after my birthday my mind was in a turmoil. I would never see Seth again - but neither would Jacob. Jacob and I walked together, our Fathers many yards in front of us, and we talked all the time in low voices. Had Jacob liked what we had done the night before in Barbary? Would he wish to do so again? Were there others whom Seth had fucked of whom we knew nothing? Jacob and I were the only boys in the camp, but there were other men not many years older: had Seth been fucking them too? By the time we reached camp again Jacob and I had learned a great deal about each other, and we resolved to meet at the knoll that night after the evening meal. "Our Fathers will have much to do in settling matters," I said, "for there are new men come since we were last up here. We should slip away without anyone knowing." Jacob smiled. "Yes," he said quietly, "I am excited already." Had we not been in clear sight of several dozen others I would have felt his britches to check, for I too was hot for fucking. That first night Jacob and I were unsure about which of us should take the upper hand, as it were. During the long walk up from the coast we had told each other of our doings with Seth, and agreed that little separated us in the litany of things we had done, and which Seth had done to us. I have come to know that this versatility is not uncommon at the age we were then: all new experiences are exciting, and when they are overlain with a cloak of wickedness they become vastly more exciting to young men. In the event out at the knoll that first night Jacob and I agreed to determine who would fuck whom by the well-tried method of tossing a coin. I won, and he grinned. "This had better be as good as Seth, young Amos, or I shall have much to complain about." "I shall do my best, Master Jacob," I said, feigning the manner of a servant, "but if I fail I shall deserve to be whipped." I have no idea what made me utter those words, for I had never been whipped, even as a boy, and knew not that whipping could bring heightened pleasure to some souls. Happily Jacob was equally innocent in the matter of whipping - then, at any rate - and the remark held no significance. We stripped off our clothes and we beheld each other naked. Not for the first time, for we had fucked in a cot in Barbary, but for the first time in 'our' place - the knoll. Nakedness there was nakedness in its proper place. Jacob's cock was hard and urgent, his cock head peeking from his foreskin, his balls full and heavy with the spunk they would soon spurt - but where? Most times when I was being fucked by Seth I had spent on my belly, and I had not felt it wasted there, for Seth would scoop it up with his tongue when the fucking was finished. I cannot give a reason, but I wanted Jacob to pour his spunk into my mouth, the better perhaps to seal our new friendship as boys - men - deserted by Seth. "I will fuck you, Jacob, but I have a need for your spunk in my mouth," and I knelt before him and took his cock into my mouth. I had barely begun to tease it with my tongue than he held my head and with a great groan began to pump rope after rope of spunk into my mouth. How hot it was! How much he poured into me! I swallowed as rapidly as I could and I lost no drop of his precious seed. "Oh fuck, Amos," he breathed as his crisis ebbed, "I haven't spent so heavily before." I rose and kissed him, my mouth still redolent of his spunk. "I needed that," I whispered, "now I can fuck you, Jacob." ***** I need not detail all that Jacob and I did with each other in the many months we toiled at our task, but by the end of the mining season we knew each other's body, his likes and dislikes, how to make him come, how to hold him back, how to enjoy sex with another boy (for though we were men we had the curiosity of boys) to the full. We often spoke of Seth as we lay on the knoll, but in truth his absence grew less of a pain for both of us. On the occasions when we went down into San Francisco we spent an hour or two in a bed, and there, after we had fucked each other, we agreed that fucking in a bed was more pleasing than doing so out in the open where there was always the fear of detection. We feared that our outdoor fucking would one day be noticed, but that year we were fortunate. We returned to Barbary in early December for the few months of Winter. It was a sad arrival for me, as every inch of the streets were full of the memories of Seth, and the wound I had thought healed was raw again. The morning after we settled back in our lodgings Ezekiel came. "Amos, you must come with me - you too, Joel." "What is the matter, Ezekiel - is there a fire?" Fire was a constant fear in Barbary as the buildings were of wood and mightily close together. "Nay, Joel, it's not anything like that, but you must still come." He led us along a familiar little street and stopped at the door where he and Adam had made a celebration of my birthday. Before he knocked he turned to my Father. "Joel, this is where the boy fucked his first girl. You knew it was to happen, but you did not know where." He turned to me. "We thought you were to be a man that day, Amos, and so you were. There is a bigger trial of manhood inside," and without waiting for a reply from either my Father or me he knocked at the door. The same woman opened it as had greeted us those many months before. "You've brought him then. Good." She looked and sounded very fierce. "Are you his father?" she said, pointing to me. "I am that. I am Joel Cunliffe. What is the matter, mistress?" "Not here," she said, and led the three of us into a parlour where she bade us sit and called for brandy. "You will need this," she said. When the serving-girl had gone she told us a strange tale. "You, Sir," she began, indicating Ezekiel, "and another man came to me in March to arrange for a boy - this boy - to enjoy his first fuck with a woman." My Father jumped on hearing a woman utter the word 'fuck', and I confess I was startled too. Ezekiel was unmoved. She went on, "as he was a virgin I gave him to Molly. She was 16, but looked a year or more younger, and I knew the boy would be safe with her. I did not allow Molly to be fucked by most clients - she serviced them with her mouth." I was hardening in my britches and my Father was most embarrassed - red in the face - as well. She did not seem to be concerned for our discomfort. She brought out a book - a ledger of sorts - in which she showed us details of all the couplings she had compassed for Molly. "Look," she said, setting the book in front of us. We could read: Feby 20 Molly on rag Feby 27 Molly free again Feby 28 Molly with miner in mouth Mar 1 nothing Mar 2 Molly with Dewar in mouth Mar 3 Sunday Mar 4 Molly with McLeish and McConnell, both in mouth Mar 5 Molly with virgin boy - normal fuck Mar 6 nothing Mar 7 nothing Mar 8 Molly with miners (2) in mouth Mar 9 Molly with Dewar in mouth Mar 10 Sunday Mar 11 Molly with McLeish and McConnell, both in mouth Mar 12 Molly fell - broke arm We were silent. My Father had worked out why we were there, but I - foolish innocent - had not. "As you can see, your boy was the only one to fuck Molly that month. Molly was a silly girl, and your boy was uncovered when he fucked her. Molly fell pregnant and refused to allow it to be dealt with." My Father was almost weeping, but whether with shame or with pity I could not know. "This boy is the father of a fine lusty son." I was amazed: I, who loved only Seth and who loved fucking in Seth's and Jacob's arses, had fucked a girl - Molly - once for two minutes and my spending had made a child. I cannot now remember which of the turmoil of emotions was the strongest: shame, pride, fear - all were there, tumbling over and over in my head. My Father stood up. "We shall pay for the child's upkeep, mistress -" She waved him to sit down. "It is not so simple, Sir. The child was born four days ago. Molly's travail was terrible - she was so young - and she perished when the child was a mere two hours old. I have hired a woman with a babe of her own, and she will suckle the infant while he needs the breast." My Father insisted that he should pay. She stopped him again. "You must do more than that, Sir. You must take the babe and look after it. I cannot do so, and he will not thrive once the breast is no longer enough. I will leave you for a few minutes while you and your son talk about matters," and she rose and left the room. My Father glared at Ezekiel, who looked abashed. "This is your doing," he said quietly. When my Father spoke quietly I always feared, as a child, for the rebuke I knew was coming. Ezekiel nodded, his eyes still gazing at his boots. "And you, Amos. You are not to blame, but you will bear, as shall I, the shame of this thing for all your days. You could not have known what would happen. We must take the babe and make it - him - a part of our family just as though you had met this Molly and made her your wife. Will you do this, Amos? Will you be a man and be this babe's father?" I went to my Father's side and knelt. "If you will forgive me, Father, of course I will." I wept, and he patted me, ashamed perhaps on my behalf to see me weep in front of Ezekiel. After a moment or two I composed myself. "We will do everything for Seth that we would do if Molly and I were wed." "Seth?" said my Father. "Yes, Father, I will call my son Seth. 'Tis a good name. When he is old enough we shall tell him that his dear Mother is in Heaven with my Mother." My Father's eyes were moist. "You are a man indeed, Amos." Ezekiel looked up at last. "I am sorry," he muttered. "Do not be, Ezekiel, for surely the Lord's hand is here, mysterious though it all seems now. A babe is born and a home is found for him where he belongs." The woman returned and seeing two smiling faces she smiled too. She and my Father discussed payment for Molly's burial and the wet nurse's wages, and she took us the few yards to where the babe - Seth - and the wet nurse lodged. Seth was on the breast. It was the first time I beheld my son. ***** The wet nurse kept Seth almost a full year, nursing him alongside her own babe, a few weeks older. We paid her well, and she was most happy to look after him and love him. My Father and I returned to the mine and we were very fortunate in our winning the precious metal throughout 1851. Each time we went down to San Francisco to have our gold weighed and deposited with the assayer we visited little Seth. I held him on each occasion so that my face and my voice would become known to him. It was a joy to see his tiny face break into a smile. When Winter came and the camp broke up again for our few months in Barbary we arranged that Seth came to play with us each day. He was one year old then, and starting to be active, looking with interest at each new sound or shiny trinket. I have much still to tell about the rest of our sojourn in California, but I should finish little Seth's tale first. He remained with his nurse and her little girl until my Father and I left America and returned to England with our fortune. The journey home late in 1853, five long years after we left Liverpool, was much less arduous than our journey five years earlier, for we were rich men then, and travelled in a well-found vessel. Nonetheless the ship took more than four months, and the seas were sometimes very violent, but we felt safe and Seth, then almost three years old, was always a source of merriment, even in the darkest times. However, all that lies almost three years in the future. There is much more to tell about life in the camp with Jacob, and with many others, and about how my Father discovered that I was 'ensnared by sodomy', as he put it. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So that was how the line started! The baby Seth would become the First Earl of Inchkeith, having done a favour for Edward VII. It seemed unlikely after so inauspicious a beginning. I longed to know more, but I knew that Amos had much more to tell before Seth and King Edward would become known to one another, and with over 50 years to cover there would undoubtedly be a lot more new arses being fucked along the way. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 26 as Rivers and I visit the delightful Sebastian and buy a sling. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================