Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2020 12:12:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sadly, as has happened once or twice before, my brain has failed to engage properly before whizzing the text off to the Nifty elves. The alert reader will have noted that, towards the end of Chapter 26 where an insert is made into Amos's Memoir, the wrong person has been elevated to the peerage: not Amos, but Seth. The following text should replace that posted earlier (that's if you're cutting it out and keeping it in a book). +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Now, back to a steamy scene with the ever-accommodating Sebastian. I'll try harder - I promise. =============================================================================== Chapter 30 Sebastian was expected around 11 that morning, but before then I had to meet the indoor staff as Dunstable had arranged. "What will you say?" Billy had asked as we got up. I said I would say as little as possible, but that there would be no doubt about the situation when I'd finished. He gave me a quick kiss. "Good luck then, and remember I love you," he said softly. I decided I would get to Dunstable's room well before anyone else arrived. I was pleased that he'd had some chairs brought in from the dining room, and arranged them facing his desk where presumably I would be sitting. There was only one chair there, so I brought another up - I wanted Dunstable next to me. At 9 on the dot the door opened and they all came in, Billy at the back with Dunstable. I stood up. "Please sit down. I don't want this to be too formal. I'm going to tell you about some new arrangements, and then I'm happy to answer any questions." I motioned to Dunstable to come to sit beside me. Should I stand, or sit? I decided to stand. The women had all taken the front row of seats: Mrs Tallis, Mrs Morley, Gibbons, Weelkes and my mother's carer. The men were behind: Billy and Rivers, with Dodo and Jack trying to be inconspicuous. Jorrocks and Byrd weren't invited. "Mr Dowland left us this morning. He has been given a month's wages and Mr Dunstable has furnished him with excellent references. Some of you may know why he has left so suddenly, but it's right that the matter should be made open to avoid any further difficulties or embarrassment. Many of you will know that my late father was homosexual - queer, gay, call it what you will - and that was why he left the country so suddenly. I have inherited this - I am queer: that's the term I prefer - and I feel no shame or guilt about it. I believe my mother is aware of it. I wouldn't bring you all together to tell you this if there weren't much more to it. I am in love, and have been for some time now. The man I love is Billy Wilkins. For some time we have shared a bed - thank you, Weelkes, for being so discreet about everything - but it's preposterous to continue to do so in secret. From now on Billy will sleep in my room openly. There's more. You will know that Dodo and Jack came here when I rescued them from a marauding pack of jillies at school. I rescued them because, like me, they are queer and were being persecuted. They sleep with Billy and me from time to time. You must think that the whole house is full of queer men, and you won't be far wrong, for Rivers is also." I paused. Dunstable took the hint. "And I," he said quietly. "Dowland said unforgivable things to Billy yesterday - that's why he's gone. Now would be a good time if any of you feel uncomfortable living and working in a house full of queers to say so. If you choose to leave you will receive somewhat more generous treatment than Dowland did." I paused again. No-one said anything, although I didn't expect any of the men to have anything to say. Mrs Tallis stood up. "You've been frank with us, your Lordship, and I will be frank in return. Most of the women staff have known about you for many years, and although Weelkes has never breathed a word about what she may or may not know, your relationship with Billy and more recently with the two boys hasn't been unnoticed. To hear you say that you love Billy has made me even more certain that staying here in a house I love, and serving the Cunliffe family, is what I wish to do. Your great-grandfather would have been proud of you, Sir." She sat down and Mrs Morley said that she couldn't have put it better. Gibbons and my mother's carer nodded, but neither said anything. "I'm very grateful to you all," I said. "It will be a weight off my shoulders - and Billy's - to know that there are no secrets any more. Billy will take over Dowland's duties and I'm sure you'll treat him the same as you were treating him yesterday. If there is awkwardness let it be honestly admitted and dealt with. By the time I'm home for the summer holidays I'm sure Billy will be fully equipped to fill Dowland's shoes. Thank you for mentioning my great-grandfather, Mrs Tallis. As I'm sure you must be aware, my father and I are merely following in a long family tradition." I sat down. No-one seemed to want to make a move, so Dunstable half rose and thanked me for being so forthright. "I'm sure we all appreciate being brought into your confidence." Billy got up and came up to me. Now or never, I thought. I put out my hand and he took it. We kissed briefly. Dodo and Jack applauded somewhat more enthusiastically that was needed, but the smiles from all the rest of them proved that the risk had been worth it. "Thank you all," I said (with only a trace of a catch in my voice). I had been to see Mrs Morley the evening before to alert her to the need to cater for Sebastian for the weekend, so I asked her to stay as the others filed out. She and I walked slowly to the kitchen when they'd gone. "I want Billy to be treated as Dowland was, especially until he's got his head round what's needed. I accept that it might be tricky, so will you please keep Mrs Tallis informed if there's any difficulty." "Of course, Sir, although I don't think there will be. If he makes a mistake he'll be told about it, but he's made mistakes before and has never been ... uppish about anything." "We'll serve ourselves this weekend. If Gibbons and Billy bring everything in that should be sufficient." "Will Billy be eating with you?" "Yes, three at lunch. We'll be five at dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow. My guest leaves at the same time as I'll be returning to school tomorrow afternoon." "Very good, Sir." I had no idea whether she approved or disapproved of what had transpired. It could have been that she had no view on the appropriateness of my bedding Billy, but disapproved strongly of our eating together. Time would no doubt tell, and my being away for several weeks would allow things to settle down. And now I had Sebastian to look forward to. I hadn't enjoyed the last hour. I went to find Billy, and ran him to earth in the dining room. "Are you OK with all that, Dab?" he said. "Yes. What about you?" "I was embarrassed at first, but when you said you loved me, out loud in front of them all, I felt so proud and so lucky. And then I knew I had to show them that I loved you too, and those idiots started clapping. It was all I could do not to start crying." I kissed him again, just as chastely as I had in Dunstable's office. "It might be awkward you serving in here, so I've told Mrs Morley that you and Gibbons will bring the food in and we'll all serve ourselves. You're eating here, of course. Three of us for lunch. Will you go and tell Dodo and Jack to be in here in good time for dinner tonight? Sebastian will wish to see a full complement of fuckers when he gets ready for the night." "Rivers too?" "No. This is just boys, Billy." He grinned. "Life's going to be a lot different from now, Dab." "And a lot better too." When he'd gone I felt a huge let-down. Had I done something really stupid? Had I said far too much? The only person who was dispassionate enough to have a view I trusted was Dunstable, and I knew he'd be honest with me. I put my head round his door. "Come in," he said, "is there a problem?" I sat down. "I want you to be honest. Did I make a mess of that?" "No, of course not. You said what you needed to say. If Billy's contribution was unrehearsed it was all the more valuable. I don't think any of the staff will feel any different towards you, as their employer, as they did yesterday. Dowland will be forgotten soon enough, and any little bits of gossip there might have been won't be interesting gossip any longer. Don't think about it any more. I'll speak to Wilbye this afternoon, but I don't imagine for a moment he'll be difficult." That was a relief. Now I really could look forward to Sebastian. ***** Sebastian drove up - not in the van this time, but in a very smart little sports car - just before midday. I admired his wheels. "They must pay you well," I said. "Earnings on the side, Dab," he said smiling that smile. "You aren't the first to seek erection on the premises." I was impressed. That car must have cost well over £20,000, and as he was only 19 he must either be charging (or allowing his clients to pay) a great deal, or he started young. I was ever more impressed to know that someone who could command the sort of price he must have been getting was willing to spend pro bono time with us. He must have read my mind. "A weekend like this would usually net me a grand, but I'd happily pay you that much to get fucked as well and as hard by you four, Dab." It was my turn to smile. "Let's get some lunch inside you, with something tasty beforehand perhaps." He gave me an old-fashioned look. "No, no," I said, "a pint is what I had in mind." One of the better investments one of my ancestors - it must have been Seth, now that I came to think about it - had made was in a medium-sized brewery in Stafford in about 1890. It had gone through a rough patch after the First War and he'd bought out the other shareholders. Big brewers had tried to buy us out three times in the mid-20th Century, but Bertie had resolutely held on. The result was that we made big sales to the Real Ale people, and I had my own supply on the premises. (You have encountered some of it already, and will encounter more before Sebastian climbs back into his little car.) We took the second pint in to lunch where Billy was waiting for us. "Hello, Sebastian," he said, "has Dab told you about our news?" Sebastian looked surprised, and I explained. "We told everyone this morning that we were lovers, so it's all out in the open now." "Me as well?" "You, Dodo, Jack, Rivers." "Blimey. What did the rest of them say?" "Nothing, so far. It's still all new," said Billy. "Come on," I said, "it's a cold lunch, so we'll help ourselves." ***** Billy caught up the second pint quite quickly, and by the time the pud was down us all three of us felt that it was time to see whether the sling required adjustment. "Has it been put to use since I was last here?" he asked. I looked at Billy. "I've been at school. Has it?" For a second Billy looked sheepish, then he remembered the new all-out-in-the-open policy. "Twice. Both times Dodo and Jack and I made sure nothing had seized up." It was my turn to smile: I was pleased that they felt free to use it - after all, that was why I'd given Billy the combination code. "In that case," said Sebastian, "I must examine everything most carefully." I entered the code and we went in. The room smelt fresh. "I sprayed some stuff around yesterday," explained Billy, "it was a bit musty - I'll make sure I clean it more carefully." Even before he'd finished speaking the three of us had started to strip. "Up you get, Sebastian," I said, "it's time to see whether it can still take your weight." In the four weeks since his last visit I'd forgotten just how sexy Sebastian's arse was. It continued to amaze me that so hungry a bottom's arse could remain so free from evidence of constant invasion. He must do pelvic floor exercises, I decided. I bent forward to rim him while Billy stood by Sebastian's head ready to perform whatever service might be required of him at that end. "I love what you're doing, Dab," murmured Sebastian, "but a finger or three would be welcome." I duly obliged, managing four without difficulty (or discomfort). "Ever been fisted?" I asked. "Yes, and I love it too, but your hand's too big - I've been studying it. Maybe Jack later?" I rolled my fingers round, making sure his prostate got a thorough rubbing. "Aaah! that's good. Don't make me come yet though." It was time to get my cock where it needed to be. "Filling-up time," I said, "yellow or white?" I wasn't surprised by Sebastian's reply ("both - in that order"), and I gave my cock enough quick strokes to get it hard enough to get in, but not too hard to piss. When I was as far in as I could get - nothing like as far as he would experience later that evening - I reached forward and put my arms round his shoulders, pulling us as close together as I could. I looked straight into his eyes - lovely grey eyes - and I could sense his smile. "Are you ready?" I whispered. "Mmm." I waited a few seconds and my bladder began to release the beer. When I piss on someone in the shower (or he pisses on me) it's always a great fountain, shooting out at full pressure and cascading down the body. (That's when it's allowed out into the open air, and not taken from one body straight into the other.) But pissfucking seems to constrict the flow, making the whole process much longer-lasting and thus much more satisfying. Even with an arse as receptive as Sebastian's there wasn't room for much more after 30 seconds'-worth or so, and the inevitable leaking and running down my legs had its usual effect of hardening my cock even more. I had to force out the last squirts, causing Sebastian to lurch as he felt my cock expend. With all the piss up there the expansion transmitted itself directly into his over-loaded nerve endings and he groaned deeply - but still didn't come. At last my bladder had no more to give, and I began to fuck him properly. "Let some out," he muttered, so I pulled back. 'Some' was an impossible amount to control, and the whole bloody lot cascaded out onto me. It was my turn to groan. I stuck my cock back in. Whatever grease he was using hadn't been washed out, and I was all the way in with one long slow thrust. "Aaah! Dab, that's ... so ... hot." Billy leant forward and kissed my victim. "Cheer up, Sebastian, it'll soon be over," he whispered. "Give me your cock to suck then, Billy." Sebastian was good at what he was doing to Billy, but he had an uphill struggle as Billy's balls and hid bladder couldn't decide which of them had the more urgent rights to his cock. After a couple of minutes Billy pulled back. "It's no good," he muttered, "I've got to piss before I can come." Sebastian smiled. "Who's stopping you, Billy," and prepared to re-apply his lips. Wait a second, Billy," I said, "get him good and wet first, but keep most of it for his stomach." Naturally I didn't interrupt my rhythm while giving these instructions. Sebastian turned his smile on me, and from where I was, busy at his arse, I could feel its warmth. Sebastian could feel Billy's warmth too, as it gushed out. Billy was true to my request that Sebastian be soaked, aiming his beautiful bent cock at every part of Sebastian from his neck to his cock. "Let me have it back now," pleased Sebastian, "I'm as wet outside as I can be, but -" (and he put on a terrible Irish accent ) "- Oi've an awful tirst on me." Billy pissed on and I could tell that Sebastian was swallowing hard to keep up. Suddenly Sebastian's cock lurched and a fountain of piss arced up over his chest and beyond, Billy's cock and Sebastian's face not escaping. I've seen - and been involved in - plenty of piss actions, but seeing Sebastian's cock firing a jet like that was one of the hottest things I'd seen. "Fuck," I heard myself mutter. My balls started to twitch and I accelerated. "Nearly," I groaned, before pulling almost all the way out and ramming in all the way - hard - as my cock fired the first rope. Billy and I are pretty good at timing, and he filled Sebastian's mouth with his offering only a few seconds later. Sebastian's deep groan was music to all four of our ears, and probably, had they had ears to hear, to two still-shooting cocks as well. When we'd stopped filling him up Billy whispered to him. "How do you want to come?" So far to the best of my knowledge the only orgasm Sebastian had had with any of us, apart from wanking onto his own belly, was when Jack had sucked him off. I wasn't sure how bottoms liked to arrange these things, so I was glad that Billy had taken the lead. "In Dab's mouth while your red hot cock is up my arse, Billy." That was entirely to my liking (and I knew it would be to Billy's), but even lusty Billy was going to need a break to get his hard-on up and running again. But Billy spoke before I could. "I can be hard again in five minutes, Sebastian, but I won't be able to come for half an hour." "And you see that as a problem?" was Sebastian's rather dry response. ***** An hour later more of the beer had made an appearance; Billy had got himself hard and up Sebastian's arse in the five minutes promised; he had duly fucked him for somewhat more than the half hour suggested; I had bent over Sebastian and fed upon his cock, making frequent forays to other parts of his body, and he had sighed as my tongue coaxed a very generous load into my mouth; my mouth had remained close to his cock and, as it hardened again some ten minutes after he had come, I tentatively licked it - wet and cummy - to see whether he wanted a second chance (he did); it wasn't as fierce, but as it virtually coincided with Billy's second chance there was a fine festive nature to the proceedings. My contribution, on being aware that both Billy and Sebastian were on an unstoppable course to coming, was a fast thrashed wank, most of which made a pretty set of stripes on Sebastian's piss-soaked belly. "That was fun," he said a few minutes later. The three of us showered and while Billy swabbed the floor Sebastian and I went to the bedroom. "It's toy-time," I said, "I need you to remind me about this damn thing." "You've never used it?" he said, surprised. "No, I wasn't paying proper attention before, but now that we've had our fun I ought to take it all in." He laughed. "OK, let's get it all ready." He opened the box and laid out the various bits. "This bit gets plugged in. This end has one of the fittings attached - there are three. The one you tried in the shop goes about an inch up your arse - it's best if you're flat - in the sling will be fine so long as there's no pissing - as it lies comfortably and won't slip out. These two are different. This longer one goes further up your arse when you've got used to having one in there. It's a bit like butt plugs: you start small and work up." I was intrigued. The one he was indicating - a silver cigar shape about six inches long - looked pretty exciting. "What's this one?" It was a thin rod also about six inches long, and about an eighth of an inch in diameter. "Can't you guess? What hole is that size?" I must have seemed so dim to him, for I hadn't a clue. "Tell me." "Have you heard of sounding, Dab?" I said that outside the context of making a noise the term meant nothing to me. "I'll show you," and he opened his zip and pulled out his cock - soft, showing no sign of recent activity. He pulled back his foreskin. "It goes in there, Dab. A sound is a rod like this without the electrical extras. Doctors use them to do clever things if a man has a bladder problem, but queers us them to do clever things that make for much fun. An ordinary sound - you must come into the shop and see some - is a great sensation. Stick a few volts down it and - well, you can guess." At this point Billy came in. "You buggers have started without me," he said, seeing Sebastian's cock. I explained quickly and Billy became curious. "That stick goes into your cock? Doesn't it hurt? Show me." Asking a convinced bottom like Sebastian to poke a stick up his cock posed no problem. "It's a funny feeling the first time, but then so was being fucked, Billy, and my guess is that you quite like being fucked now. Having a sound slowly slipping into your urethra is the same. Pass me the lube, Dab." We both watched as Sebastian (now naked; "if I'm doing this I might as well do it properly") applied lube to the sound. He gave his cock a few strokes, firming it up nicely. "It's not necessary for you to be hard, but I think it slips in better that way. Now watch." Since that day Billy and I (and Jack and Dodo) have become frequent users of sounds (electrical and basic), and none of us thinks anything of putting one in, or having one of the others put one in. But watching Sebastian retract his foreskin and gently pinch his piss-slit so that it became an 'O' and place the sound at the entrance and let go and see the sound slip slowly under its own weight until the ball at the top was resting on his cock-head ... (neither of us newbies had dared to breathe) ... was astonishing. "Jesus," murmured Billy, "and it doesn't hurt?" "No. Try it. You first, Dab." He carefully pulled it out and his piss-slit closed behind it, leaving only a blob of lube. I stripped (so did Billy, knowing that he wasn't going to get away with not trying). Sebastian made me lie down and applied his skilled lips to the experimental equipment. Soon it was ready. Lube was applied. I did what Sebastian had done. It was strangely cold - I'd never had anything cold inside my cock before - and it was indeed not painful. A sensation it's quite impossible to describe: you either know it or you don't. I watched mesmerised as the thing slowly disappeared. "Can I wank with it in?" "Of course, but be very gentle. Don't go hell for leather. And don't be alarmed by what happens when you come." I tried to get him to tell me, but he refused. "You'll enjoy it all the more if you don't know," he said. "Now, take it out and let Billy have a go. You'll find this a doddle, Billy, although the bend might be interesting." "What d'you mean, 'a doddle'?" "They come a lot longer and a lot wider. And this one's electric too, don't forget, but it's not plugged in. We can have Lesson 2 tomorrow." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 31 as Sebastian's visit continues, and I finally get plugged in. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================