Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2020 09:51:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 28 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 28 I was glad that I'd got Rivers to take us all out to eat. The drive, and what Sebastian had said on the way, made it clear that the arrangements for the night had to be changed. "Where, Dab?" Rivers had said as we got near the town. "There's a burger place, isn't there? That should be fine." Rivers stopped a few hundred yards away. "I don't think the Rolls should be right outside somehow," and we walked through the cold to the eatery. "Hope we don't see any jillies," said Dodo, who was still anxious about his experience. Sebastian snorted. "You won't see jillies this far from a big city," he said, "there won't be a jilly within 50 miles." I wasn't as sanguine as he was, but on the other hand he was more experienced about the world: all I knew was the House and school. Once we were inside and our orders taken I said quietly, "Sebastian wants to spend time with Billy and Dodo, and with you, Rivers. If you can stay two nights ... ? -" (Sebastian nodded, smiling) "- then tonight he should be with you three in one of your beds, and tomorrow night we'll change things." Sebastian said that he would find such an arrangement right up his street. Dodo, who was sitting next to him, assured him that if that were so he would need a long street. The burgers came and conversation ceased. I noticed that both Sebastian and Dodo were using only one hand to eat with. Billy leant towards me. "Do you mind giving up a night of passion with me, Dab?" I said I would try very hard not to mind, but that I thought that having Jack to keep me company might help. Billy turned to Jack on his other side. "You're with his Lordship tonight, lad, so be good." It was unfortunate that Jack was half-way through a mouthful of Coca-Cola just then, but there were enough paper napkins to mop most of it up. Billy turned back to me. "Sebastian and me tomorrow? Just the three of us?" I squeezed his cock. "Sounds good to me." On the drive back Dodo asked Sebastian a question which had been bothering him. "These jillies - who are they?" Sebastian said that people didn't know, but most of them were fairly young and none of them had jobs. "The rumours are that they're people who've never had jobs, and are never likely to. Some of them, if they're caught and end up in court, sound pretty intelligent - they're not mindless oafs, although a few of them probably are. They've been around as long as I can remember, and they're in all the big cities." Rivers joined in. "They started to appear just after the Rupture, in 2020. That's 16 years ago now. The rioting was at its worst in the late 20s and the jillies were everywhere, even in small towns, but Bradley put a stop to the worst of it. The ones who attacked the school were unusual, and were probably common criminals using the jillies as an excuse. The jillies started off as the good guys, a bit like Robin Hood if you can believe that." None of us had known any of that: jillies had a bad reputation and wise folk avoided them. "Why are they called jillies?" asked Jack, but Rivers said he didn't know. When we got home Rivers parked the Rolls. "Well, gentlemen, this is where we take our leave of Dab and Jack. Come on up to my lair, the three of you." I took Jack's hand. "Come on, it's treat time." ***** Billy and I welcomed Sebastian the following evening. Billy told me during the afternoon that he and Sebastian had agreed that he (Billy) should not divulge what had passed in Rivers's bed until the three of us met, so when 7 o'clock finally came and Sebastian and I sat down to dinner I was on tenterhooks. I still had over an hour to wait though. Sebastian and I talked about a range of things. Had he a regular boy friend? (No.) Did he make a habit of visiting customers to help with erections? (No.) Would he find it agreeable to visit us again, say to check that the installation was functioning correctly? (He would.) How often did he feel that such maintenance might be needed? (He gave no specific answer, but when I suggested perhaps monthly he looked pleased.) Were all his colleagues in the shop as keen to make the customers happy as he was? (They were, although the manner in which they did so was not precisely the same as his.) I must have looked surprised at this, for he merely said 'tops'. "Ah." Dowland remained impassive throughout all this. How much of it he read between the lines I knew not. When at last the meal was finished and Dowland had removed the last of the plates I asked Sebastian whether, now that he'd spent an hour being waited on by Dowland, he thought that Dowland was queer. "God no. Can't you tell?" I said it wasn't easy. At school everyone seemed to be queer - certainly all the boys I'd come across - and a few masters had made their interest clear. "Here I'm the Earl, and there's bound to be a distance. Apart from Billy and Rivers I don't have any evidence one way or the other - not that it matters. The staff have all known me since I was a little boy. Why do you say 'God no'? What's so obvious to you?" Sebastian said it must have been clear that a man of 19 and the host - "what are you - 16?" (I nodded) dining together must imply something unusual, "after all, I'm a tradesman. A member of your staff will work out that I'm being treated in a special way, and that means I'm probably going to end up in your bed." "Is it that obvious?" "Yes, Dab, but it's probably been obvious to your staff for years. How long have you and Billy been together? And you and Rivers? Has anyone left your service, or made any complaint that you're keeping a house of sin?" "Nobody." "Well then, they're either happy with what you get up to, or at worst they don't care. If Dowland was interested, believe me, he'd have made an approach by now." "To me?" "No, Dab," he said gently, "to Billy. They work together, don't they. If Billy's not had any hints dropped then Dowland isn't interested. But the good news is that he doesn't seem to be bothered either. He's probably fucking the chambermaids." It was my turn to splutter. Billy was waiting for us upstairs. "We've been talking about Dowland," I said, "Sebastian thinks he's not interested in our habits." "I could have told you that, Dab, but I didn't know you were keen to know." I shook my head: I had discovered so much in the last 24 hours. "Come on, I've been waiting here for ages," said Billy, and he stood up and kissed Sebastian. "I'm glad we've got you to ourselves tonight, and glad that it's in our bed. The sling was fun, but fucking in a bed's nicer - you can fall asleep all spunky if you want to." Four minutes later all three of us had pissed and were naked in bed, Billy and I on either side of our guest. "So tell me about last night," I said. Sebastian sighed happily. "It was great, Dab. I can't think of a better night for a bottom than that was. All three of them fucked me, but Dodo was something else." Billy chuckled. "He decided he wanted to be fucked in decreasing order of ages, or so he said. I reckon it was more increasing sizes of cock - well, apart from Rivers and me, that is." All three of them were blessed with more inches than I, but Dodo's was by some margin the most penetrative. "I could get used to that one," murmured Sebastian dreamily, "mind you, by the time he got round to it my arse was full of spunk from Rivers and Billy." I affected surprise, "had nobody licked it up?" Billy said that he had had a good going-over of Sebastian's arse after Rivers had come, but Rivers had shot so far up that there was still plenty left when it was his turn. "And it was the same after you, no doubt?" Billy stretched over Sebastian to kiss my lips. "You know I'm enormous down there, Dab, and you love every inch, just like Sebastian." Sebastian said that when Dodo had started to fuck him he couldn't believe how long it took him to get it all in. "I've been fucked by hundreds of guys, but never by anyone as big and hard as Dodo. Plenty of men have long cocks, but they're never as hard as the shorter cocks - I prefer them, because they do things inside me that softer ones don't." "Prostate," I murmured. "Too right, Dab, as you discovered when you had three fingers up me last night. Anyway, Dodo had my prostate dancing - and that was after two fucks during which I'd already shot a bathful up my chest - as well as what felt like my lungs being poked." "Nice?" I asked. "No, not nice, Dab - fucking unbelievably marvellous. 'Nice' doesn't come anywhere near." "And he kept it going far ages, I suppose? He usually does." Sebastian confessed that the passage of time was not something which, in his sexually overloaded state, he could accurately assess. "Bloody nearly three quarters of an hour," said Billy, "long enough for Rivers to fuck me and for us both to calm down again." "Was that it?" I asked. "No, not quite. My arse was running with spunk, so Billy got most of it out -" ("I hope he shared." "Of course") "- and then as it was over an hour since he came up my arse I thought it only polite to get my lips and tongue round his cock (you're bloody lucky, you two, if you really do love each other) and coax another few spoonfuls out of those gorgeous heavy balls." As the gorgeous heavy balls in question were at that moment in Sebastian's left hand (mine were in his right) it was easy to believe that Rivers had proved an excellent host. "Then I sucked him off," said Billy. "Mmm," from Sebastian, "he's good, your boyfriend. I thought after the bathful that my balls had run dry, but no. Old Skilful Tongue here conjured out another load." "Tasty too," said Billy with a grin, "cinnamon." There was now little doubt that routine maintenance would be keenly anticipated by all parties. "I've managed to persuade Sebastian that the sling will need to be oiled or something every month, and he has agreed to come and do what's needed," I told Billy. "So I'll get to taste cinnamon again," he said. "I can't think you'll be the only one," I said, "for now it's my turn." I hadn't thought Sebastian's spunk tasted of cinnamon when I'd swallowed it in the shop, but it was important to make sure, after all. ***** That night hadn't been about Billy and me - we had every night together, after all - but an indication of just how insatiable Sebastian had been. None of us - Rivers included as I later discovered - had met someone so 100% bottom as Sebastian before. His only interest was having as many cocks up his arse or in his mouth as he could find. After I'd fucked him I asked him how he preferred to come himself. "You mean in company? I wank on my own like everybody else, Dab, but I very rarely need to touch my cock if I'm being fucked for a long time - say 20 minutes or more. I don't know how it works, but the build-up of a big cock gets me there sooner or later and I cum all over myself. Now, Billy, get in there and show Dab what I mean." My fuck had not lasted anything like the necessary 20 minutes, so I didn't feel inadequate as I leaned back to watch the promised performance taking place. I didn't want to become involved as I saw myself as unofficial timekeeper, so Billy's arse went unattended as he went to work. For some reason the electro device popped into my head. Damn, I thought, I never got him to remind me how it worked. My initial irritation soon disappeared as I knew that I would have to wait for only a month. I would have to get Jock to agree for me to have a weekend pass though. I turned my attention to the stage, where 8 minutes had elapsed since Billy first began to fuck Sebastian. Billy's face while he was fucking was so well known to me that I had no need to look at it: he was nowhere near. Sebastian's face was a joy to watch. When I'd fucked him he had asked that it be from behind, so I hadn't seen his face at all. Seeing it now was seeing someone riding on rainbows. Expressions flitted across his face as sensation chased sensation. His arms were clasped round Billy (they were fucking face to face) and I could see his hands and fingers constantly stroking Billy's back and sides. His legs were around Billy's lithe body (the body I loved so much) with his ankles locked behind Billy's neck. When Billy pushed in really hard occasionally Sebastian's whole arse was lifted off the bed, and when this happened Billy kept his cock deep inside the hot furnace of Billy's arse for what seemed like minutes on end. The moaning was constant, with Sebastian quietly saying 'yes, yes' over and over again and Billy groaning each time his cock was right in. 20 minutes had passed some time ago. Sebastian's moans changed: now it was 'yesssss' and a moment later his arse lifted off the bed and I saw his cock shoot a great line of creamy spunk right onto his face ... and a second reaching almost as far ... then four - four! - more lines covering his belly until his cock sank limp into a pool of spunk glistening, waiting to be taken into my mouth (for I decided I was going to be onto it long before Billy). The act of coming tightened whatever it was up his arse and Billy felt his cock gripped. As always this made him come quickly and I knew from the groans that he was only seconds away. To my astonishment he pulled right out and I had the sheer joy of seeing precious spunk fly out over Sebastian's belly to coat his chest. "This is for you," he panted as his cock shot over and over again, "go on, Dab, it's a present - mine and Sebastian's all for you." As there was no-one else jostling at the water-hole I took my time, sharing some of my harvest with each of them. It was rewarding to discover that Sebastian's kissing skills while we were sharing were as finely developed as his cocksucking ones. It was going to be a long month until the next maintenance visit, and I was glad that I would have Dan to share my time with. In four days' time I would be back at school for another term, but before I left I needed to read more of Amos's story. "You're miles away," said Billy quietly, breaking into my reverie. "Yes, sorry, I must have been overcome with the rich taste of cinnamon." I turned to Sebastian, still lying on his back wreathed in smiles. "Can you face coming back in a month to be subjected to so many demands on your arse?" I said, "but before you answer let me just check that it's all still OK down there." "Mmm." It was dark, so fingers weren't going to be very effective at arse judging, and I decided that lips and tongue would serve better. As my eyes became used to the dark however, I found that fingers could add to the general enjoyment - his and mine - of the examination. Indeed the combination of lips, tongue and fingers proved (in the mouth and hands of one expert, and the arse of another) that Sebastian started to moan quietly again. "Billy," he murmured, "I need something to nuzzle on which Dab is a-ravishing. Would your cock mind very much if I nuzzled on it?" Billy knelt over Sebastian's body to provide the necessary comfort. I was not going to left out of the ensuing orgasms, so when I felt that Sebastian was cooking nicely I fucked him again, this time squirting as far inside as I could. Billy wasn't far behind, and Sebastian's orgasm, visible only to me, shot high up Billy's back, in convenient reach of my tongue. A spunky tangle slept deeply until Sebastian's zipper gave an alarm buzz. "Oh bugger," he said, "six o'clock. Sorry, Dab, but I need a shower, and I must be out in half an hour." Those 30 minutes were put to good use, and only ten or so were spent in showering. Before he left Sebastian had agreed to come back in a month "and I promise I'll show you the electro again, Dab." Billy was showered and dressed and the two of them left quietly. It would not have done for me to see Sebastian off the premises at the crack of dawn. ***** After breakfast I took a second cup of coffee to the office and made myself comfortable in a big armchair by the fire. It was cold outside and it looked like rain. It was a far cry from a gold mine in California. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ William had explained to me that men like us - queers, he called us, a term I'd not heard before that day - had ways of letting other queers know that they were the same. "Why?" I'd said, rather stupidly. "Why do you think, Amos? It's not like boys and girls going to a dance where they can talk to each other without anyone trying to stop them. Queers can't go to dances together, can they? Not here anyway. They want to find other queers to fuck." I realised how naive I had been. "What are the signs then, William? When Seth and I first found out it was because we were pissing and each of us looked at the other one's cock." "That's common enough, Amos, and works well, but you have to be careful - if you look at the cock of a man who isn't queer you may well get a beating." This was all so confusing. "What, then?" "If you see a man you fancy, Amos, hold the look you give him a little longer than you would normally. If he holds your gaze you smile a little. If he's queer and if he likes the look of you he'll smile back. Then it's easy - you just make some kind of conversation and hope he'll keep the conversation going. It only takes a minute or two." "How can I practise without getting a beating?" William and I walked on a little more while he thought. "When the others join us in a day or two keep your eyes open, and if you see someone you like the look of, hold his gaze and smile. Then find me a tell me who it was and I'll tell you if he's queer or not." "William, it sounds as though there are many queers at the mine." "About 12 to 15, I'd say, most of them no older than 25 or so, but there are three who are a lot older, and you need to be careful of them." "Why, William?" "Because all they want is to fuck a boy's arse, and they don't care about him, or whether he wants it. If you go with one of them you'll regret it, so stick with us young ones. Besides," he added, "we can keep at it longer," and he cuffed my shoulder. We walked on and a thought occurred to me. "How many queers are there walking with us today? Not counting you and me and Jacob?" He answered immediately. "Just one, and he's not one of the old ones. Now don't ask me any more - see if you can work out who it is." Naturally my curiosity knew no bounds, and I resolved both to seek to discover the identity of this mystery man, and at the same time to keep my investigation secret, even from Jacob. When we stopped for a mid-day break I looked covertly at all my companions, but was no further forward by the time Gideon called us back to the journey. "On, lads, we have many miles to go ere nightfall," he said. I decided that I would try to spend at least part of the afternoon walking with different men, any of whom might be the one I sought. Leaving out Gideon and my Father and the two other older ones there were eleven of us, and that meant that there were eight I had to engage. Jacob came up to me and tried to join me but I whispered to him that I had a task I had to fulfil before we camped for the night. "I can't tell you what it is, Jacob, but trust me - it is important and I shall tell you tonight. Go and walk with William." Two hours later I had walked with four of my companions, and had had pleasant converse with three of them - pleasant but not bringing me any closer to unravelling the identity of the queer I sought. One of the four was a most morose man, and if he were the queer I did not feel that failing to make any progress with friendship with him was a hardship too great to bear. After two hours we broke again for a few minutes. Some of the men went some yards away to piss and I was minded to join them, but as I started to do so I felt a hand on my arm. "No, Amos, you won't learn that way," whispered William, "keep on with your walking." This was annoying, for indeed I had a need to piss, but I obeyed William's advice, for it was not unusual for men to step aside from the path to piss. My first companion of the afternoon was a jolly fellow, but his entire conversation was about a succession of doxies he had bedded in Barbary, and how he would itch until he next went down there. As he had raised the subject of sex I did not feel it was out of place for me to remark, in a joking way, that surely he would find relief in the camp. He stopped in his tracks and glared at me. "What do you mean, Amos?" I was fearful of the beating that William had promised would be meted out, but I quickly said, as lightly as I could, that while there were no doxies in the camp surely his trusty right hand would be there in his time of need. His brow cleared and he gave a great guffaw, and cried out to my Father, many yards ahead, "Joel, your boy has a fine wit." I had narrowly avoided a bad situation, and my zeal for discovery was fading fast. I lagged back and was caught up by my sixth companion - a man I'd often worked alongside in the mine, called Jed. "I've been watching you, young Amos, and I'm mighty interested in what I see. Stop a moment." I did as he asked and, remembering William's instruction, looked at him a little longer than politeness dictated. To my delight I saw the trace of a smile, so I smiled back. "Let us walk together," he said. I fell in beside him, my heart pounding - what should I say? William had enjoined me to make conversation, but when it was needed my brain seemed to be absent. We walked several minutes in silence. "Why have you walked today with each of us in turn?" he said suddenly. I felt the colour rising from my collar, and not for the first time cursed my red hair for the ease with which it betrayed me. I could not make a reply. We stopped. He put his hand on my arm. "Don't be alarmed," he whispered, "I think I know the answer - or, Amos, I hope I do." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 29 as Jed and Amos discover more about each other and Summer Term starts. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================