Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2019 17:40:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 26 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 26 A few days before Easter I asked Rivers to drive me back to that very interesting shop with the slim young men and, with luck, to be served by Sebastian. "You can come in this time," I said, knowing that he would enjoy the slim young men as much as I. (And, were he in luck, as much as me.) I had had some difficulty in deciding where the sling could be erected, and with Dunstable's co-operation had identified a room in the uppermost floor which had apparently been used by the servants at the turn of the 20th Century. Seth (for it must have been he) had been an exemplary employer and had caused the servants' quarters to be fitted with bathrooms (one, Dunstable told me, for the men and another "well away, as you can see" for the women). The larger of the two bathrooms was my chosen location and, as Dunstable needed to know what I was envisaging, I took him into my confidence. His only reaction was a slight raising of his eyebrows. "I don't see that being a problem, but I think I should consult a plumber. As it happens I know of just such a one," and I think I detected the tiniest wink. Was Dunstable's bit of rough going to make an appearance at last, I wondered. That conversation had taken place shortly after New Year and Dunstable had zipped me to say that all was well on the plumbing front. The purchase of the sling could therefore go ahead. Rivers and I descended into HOM. Three slim young men were down there but I managed to catch Sebastian's eye before either of the others could show an interest. "Good morning gentlemen," he said with a broad smile, "the sling, I think?" I suggested that Rivers wander round and have a look at the astonishing - to me, at any rate - range of stimulating merchandise on display. I was aware that he might be accompanied by one of the stimulating sellers while he was browsing. Sebastian bore me away to where the sling was erected. It wasn't alone. "We have a range, Sir," he said, "but we display only the one. Should you care to learn more?" I indicated a willingness to be shown the full range. Sebastian smiled - we had not yet regained our earlier state of informality when grinning might have been permitted - and led me into another little side-room. Unlike the other, where bodily fluids had made such a welcome appearance (and equally welcome disappearance) this room contained no couch. Ah well, you can't have everything, I thought. Sebastian and I satin the only two chairs - nice and close - and he drew a brochure from a drawer. "You need to make two choices," he said, "and within those choices, of course, there is a range of different quality." "And the choices are?" "First: do you require it to be portable. By that I mean do you need to dismantle it after each use?" "No, once it's installed I don't expect to have to move it." "Good, that narrows the field a bit. Secondly - I remember you purchased yellow items on your last visit - will you be (how shall I put it?) expect to be indulging in yellow activities in the sling? Many customers do." I said it was highly likely, although I didn't tell him that the thought hadn't actually occurred to me until he had put it into my mind. "In that case you need a model which can easily be wiped down." Not just the sling, I thought. I should have to talk to Dunstable about the flooring. Sebastian thumbed through the brochure and opened the page to display four models which he advised me would meet my requirements. "They are all capable of being dismantled and re-erected, but it takes time and effort. The seats are either leather or rubber, and all are detachable and washable." I studied the photos, but none of them conveyed much detail. "Is the model outside one of these?" I asked. He shook his head, "no, the one outside is more portable than any of these. Do you feel that one of these is what you require!" I said it was likely, but that I couldn't see any real difference between them. He explained that the top of the range model had more adjustable parts - stirrups, chain length and so on. I couldn't see any advantage in paying extra for functions I saw no point in, and he said that in that case the only remaining decision was whether I preferred leather or rubber. "Oh, leather every time," I said - I'd never found rubber an exciting part of my sexual toy cupboard beyond its use as a butt plug. Sebastian smiled again. "I recall when you were last here you were keen that we should deliver the item and install it." I noticed that he left it up to me to take the next vital step. "I think the offer was to erect, rather than install. I should find that most ... agreeable. I can supply someone to help with the erection." "In that case I shall come myself. It will be a few days until the equipment is here - shall we say next Saturday?" I nodded, got up (disguising nothing) and shook hands. "I shall look forward to Saturday, Sebastian." "As shall I, Sir," he murmured. "I have a confession to make," I said as we were about to rejoin Rivers. Sebastian's eyebrow rose. "I haven't had the courage to try the electro device I bought last time I was here. I think that's because I wasn't paying sufficient attention to your description of what I should do; I was paying attention rather to what you were doing. Perhaps when you deliver the sling you could remind me of its use." "I should be delighted, Sir." I bet you would, I thought, but what you don't know is that there will be more than just me being instructed. Outside Rivers and another slim young man were studying butt plugs. It was abundantly clear that the slim man was also studying Rivers. The object of the slim young man's fascination turned to me. "Well, Dab, seen what you like?" Sebastian's grin was no less wide than mine. I paid for my purchase and gave Sebastian directions for Saturday. When I got home I went up to where the sling was to be installed, and to my annoyance found bare floorboards. Still, at least it would be a simple matter for lino to be laid, and I went to ask Dunstable to get it done. He was amused that I had already bought the thing. "That doesn't give us much time, but the plumber will be here tomorrow. I'll see about lino once he's done what's needed. I think it might be a good idea to have a lock fitted too." ***** Billy was as excited as I was about 'our new toy', as he put it. "Do we tell Jack and Dodo?" "Of course, Billy, they're as keen on that kind of stuff as we are. Let's tell them tomorrow night." We were due to entertain them in our bed the next night - tonight would be just the two of us. When we were in bed I told Billy about the shopping trip, and described Sebastian. "Is he the one who wanked you the time before?" I nodded, adding that if Billy played his cards right Sebastian would probably wank him as well. "Mmm. What else does he do?" "I've no idea. He sells sex toys and is happy to engage with potential customers. He's coming with the sling to erect it and, with luck, four of us as well." "And himself?" "And himself, Billy. I can't think he's not going to be as keen as we are. But he's not here for five days and there's a lot of spunk to be shed before then." Billy giggled - I love it when he giggles - and nuzzled my neck. "Love you," I heard him murmur. He looked up. "Where's the first shedding going to be, Dab?" "Up my arse, Billy," I whispered. "When, Dab?" "As soon as you've got me all hot and ready, Billy." Billy is a very good warmer-upper, and my whole body was like a tense wire before he finally allowed his cock to slide into me. You know how it is when you're so hot that your toes won't uncurl and every fibre of you both wants it never to end, and at the same time is screaming to be allowed to cum. Magic! Billy was the best at making my balls boil with desire. Needless to say I came hard on my belly as soon as I felt his cock deep inside me, but that meant that as he fucked me I was in a warm relaxed just-come mood, welcoming the heat and hardness of him in me. Billy fucked me long and slow that night, and I was hard again as I felt him speed up. Even so it was a good three more minutes of indescribable joy as he got nearer and nearer. "Aaah ... nggh ... " and I felt the hot pulses of his spunk spurting into me. That was the signal for me to use the pool of cum on my belly as lube to thrash myself to another orgasm while he was still spurting. As I came I knew for the thousandth time that I was the luckiest boy - man - to have someone like Billy to love. He was the most precious thing in my life, and I knew I was in his. Oh Billy, don't let's ever grow up. We slept, spunky and utterly content. The next night I told Jack and Dodo about the sling. Neither of them had any idea such a thing existed. "What does it do?" asked Jack. "It doesn't do anything," I said, "you sit in the seat with your feet and wrists in little things and it means your arse is all wide open and gettable at." "Sounds right up your street, Dab," said Dodo. "And yours too," added Billy. "When are you getting it?" I told them it would be delivered on Saturday afternoon and would live in one of the old bathrooms on the top floor. I added that the slim young man ("he's called Sebastian") who delivered it might be persuaded to show us how it should be used. The four of us slept that night, equally spunky and equally content. Life was good at that time, looking back. The next morning I resolved to keep well out of the way of the plumber (whom I had been to see the day before with some instructions). He knew what was wanted and understood the need for speed and discretion. If he was Dunstable's partner in sin he had been carefully briefed. As he would not see 40 again he was not in my sights nor, from his behaviour, was I in his. I left him to it and decided to see how Amos was doing with Jacob and 'many others' up in the mine camp. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1852 was a year I shall never forget. We bade farewell to Seth a few days before my 17th birthday - neither my Father nor I wished to be in Barbary on a day both of us wished to forget, for although the result was my darling boy, the process of his getting was less joyful to remember. We were among a small group of only 15 or so returning so early; naturally Gideon and Jacob were among the company. Jacob and I trailed some yards behind the others, and before an hour had passed we were out of earshot. Two days before we had passed an hour in a cot when he had fucked me most intensely for almost an hour, and we had agreed that I should fuck him for as long as I could on the next occasion we were able to be alone together. "I have something to tell you, Amos," he said quietly as we trudged along. I said nothing, knowing that he was keen to say whatever it was that lay on his mind. "Last night I was in a cot with William." "William! How long have you and he ... I mean, was it the first time last night?" I should tell you that this William was one of the men who had joined us in the camp the summer before. He was 20, and from another place in California. I had spoken with him on many occasions, and he was a jolly character, full of fun. But I had not seen any sign that he was like to be a companion in the business I shared with Jacob, although in truth I should not have been unwilling to go with him, for he was handsome and had a fine physique. Jacob told me that William and he had talked long into the night a few days before we left camp late the year before, and that each of them had come to know that the other was of like mind. "He asked me if I had any action with my cock, Amos. It seemed a strange way to ask if I was willing to let him fuck me, for by that stage I was keen indeed." "What did you say? Did you tell him of us?" "Nay, Amos, of course I did not speak of you. I told him that there had been a man who was no longer with us, and that he and I had had much fun with each other, and I said that I had not been inactive while that man was no longer here." "What did he say to you then?" "He said that he thought I was a handsome lad, and that handsome lads had fine handsome cocks. I laughed and told him that he should make certain. Ten minutes later we were out at the knoll and he was fucking me. Amos, he was as hot and hard as ever Seth was. You would love to be fucked by him, of that I am certain." I turned this over in my mind. While I enjoyed sex with Jacob I felt no loyalty to him, as I had with Seth. If Jacob was happy to go to the knoll with William and to do so with me, then it seemed that I could do the same. I turned to Jacob. "And he knows naught of me?" "He knows only that I fuck another in the camp. Do you wish me to speak to him?" "No, we shall do so together when we rest tonight. Now we must catch up, for the rest of them will fear we have been preyed upon by bears." That night we made a small camp and Jacob and I took pains to sit close to William. William, for his part, no doubt remembering his time the night before with Jacob, was happy for the closeness we had compassed. My Father and Gideon were, as usual, full of important talk and plans for when we reached the mine, so it was easy for Jacob and me to remain close - very close - to William as the evening wore on. The dozen or so others were in groups of two or three, and a few of them started singing quietly. Jacob whispered something to William, who nodded and got up to walk away a little distance as though he were pissing. Jacob and I followed half a minute later. No-one paid any attention. When we caught up with William Jacob said quietly, "this is Amos, William. He knows about us. He and I were fucking all last year at the knoll, and he is keen to make your acquaintance." I blushed, but none could see in the forgiving dark. My red hair makes me blush all too readily, I fear. William looked at me. "Hello Amos. Is Jacob speaking truth?" I nodded. "Well then," he said, "we must do what we must do," and he reached to feel the steel in my britches. "My, Amos, that's truly a fine upstanding cock you have. Tell me, are you as adventurous as your friend Jacob in what you do with your cock? Is your arse as fine a place for me to lodge mine as is Jacob's?" I replied simply that Jacob and I willingly did all the things with each other that we could think of, but that since I was not yet 17 years old there were doubtless many things which had not occurred to either of us, and that if William-" (I was feeling the steel in his britches at this time) "- was willing to open our eyes as well as our arses then all would benefit." (I forbore from boasting that I had fucked a woman, thinking that such an accomplishment would not be likely to enhance my attractiveness to William.) "Well, Jacob, friend Amos has a fine tongue on him, let us find out what else it can do." William led the two of us some little distance further away and when we were out of sight of the camp fire he stopped. "On your knees, Amos." I knelt and fumbled at his britches. I drew out his cock and felt it in my hands. It was not long - 6 inches or thereabouts - but very hard and thick: much thicker than either of the cocks I had seen before. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by a cock so thick, and I knew I should discover ere many days passed. As it was clear that William expected me to take him in my mouth I leaned forward and took him in. Its girth filled my mouth, leaving little room for my tongue to explore its texture. As I nuzzled on it I felt Jacob's hands fumbling in my britches, and I rose slightly to enable him to undo the buttons. William started to fuck my mouth, holding my head tightly so that I could not move. "Leave the work to me, boy," he muttered. Jacob had drawn my britches down and undone my undercloth, allowing the cold air to reach my arse and my hard cock. To my astonishment he lay on his back on the ground with his face under my arse are started to lick my crack. We had done this the year before on the knoll, and because of this we tried to keep our arses as clean as we could, for the taste of shit is vile, but I knew that when I had shitted before the evening meal I had not been able to do more than use leaves and a little paper. I felt embarrassed that Jacob would be tasting my shit, but he seemed very engrossed in his task, so I gave my thoughts to what was happening at the other end of me. William was careful never to push his cock so far into my mouth that I might gag and even spew on him, but once or twice it was close. I tried to pull back but he had my head firm. Then he began to make those familiar noises which Seth and Jacob (and indeed I) made as our release drew upon us. Jacob heard this too and became very active with his tongue at my arse hole. These were new and thrilling sensations, for I was wanking myself by this time. I could feel that Jacob too was wanking himself, for his arm pressed against my thigh as he did so. Then suddenly William's cock grew fatter and with a mighty groan he started to fill my mouth with his spunk. More and more shot forth and I swallowed as rapidly as I could. While he was still spurting Jacob groaned and I felt his spunk shoot upwards, some of it coating my belly. My hand flew faster and faster: I might be the last to spend but my spending would be the climax of the night's fun. William's cock finished its business and he stepped back, allowing the last few drips to glint in the faint moonlight. He knelt, his knees either side of Jacob's legs. "In my mouth, Amos," he whispered. He was just in time; his lips closed round my urgency as the last two or three strokes of my hand brought forth my spunk - over and over again I felt my balls press more and more hot juice along my cock and into this new mouth. I knew we would do this again. The three of us walked back to the camp fire. We had been gone no more than 20 minutes. Our absence had not been observed. William went to join the singers while Jacob and I sat together on the other side of the fire. "Well?" said Jacob. "Very well," I replied, "thank you for introducing me. Are there others, do you think? Others with whom we might find it fun to spend time in the dark?" "Who knows, Amos? I did not know of William until December." We sat quietly for some minutes, each turning over his thoughts about what had happened. I turned to him. "Why don't we try to find out? I will walk with William tomorrow and ply him with questions. He won't be surprised by his newest boy wanting to be close to him. You won't be jealous?" and I poked him in the ribs to show that I was joking. "Agreed, Amos, but only on condition you share such tidings as you may gather." "Agreed." The following day I carried out my plan, and was glad to find that William was very happy to walk with me behind the others. It was he who first mentioned the matters about which I wished to learn. "You enjoyed that, did you not, Amos?" I nodded, adding that I should wish to be fucked by his fine thick cock. He grinned, "be in no doubt that my fine thick cock wishes the same." We walked on a while longer. "William," I said, "are there other men in the camp who are like us? Jacob and I thought we were the only ones last year." William smiled. "Can you not tell, Amos?" I shook my head. "Nay. What are the signs? Jacob and I would surely wish to know." During the next hour of our walk I learned things which I would never forget, and began to acquire skills which would never leave me. Indeed, had it not been for that time spent with William the years since then would have been very different. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ At this point in Amos's manuscript there was a gap where the page had been carefully cut and another glued to it. The writing was the same, but the ink was bolder, less faded. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I think it wise for anyone who might read this if I were to insert an explanatory passage at this stage. The walk with William to which my Father Amos referred happened in March 1852, a few days before his 17th birthday. He wrote the memoir when he was 30 years old. He is now 68 and yesterday I was privately given an audience of the King, who was pleased to elevate me to the Peerage as Earl of Inchkeith. The London Gazette will be discreet about the reason for my elevation, citing "services rendered to His Majesty". The true reason will be made clear later in this memoir, but since what Amos learned from William all those years ago in California - and which I duly learned from him - has a direct bearing on the service I rendered I note its importance here. Had that walk not taken place I have no doubt that I should still be plain Seth Cunliffe. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The document then resumes in the faded ink Amos had been using. I was learning a little more detail about the earldom, and in due course no doubt the last vestiges of uncertainty would be swept away. With regret I set Amos aside for a few days to concentrate of the delivery of the sling and the fun we all had when it arrived. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 27 as Sebastian delivers the sling, and we are instructed in its use. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================