Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2020 08:55:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 37 Last of the Line 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 37 A few days before I was due back at school I received a letter with interesting news. "Dear Dab, "I hope life is treating you well. I heard from Arthur Lewis's brother, who works in the same office as I do, that you had jilly trouble last year. You were terribly brave, according to rumour! "The point of this letter is to let you know that my brother Solly will be among the new intake at school next week. It won't surprise you to know that Solly and I have shared all kinds of activities, and as part of those activities I have told him about what you and I got up to when you were my Pup. Solly has told me to tell you that he is keen to follow in the family tradition. It may be that some stunning blond boy turns up and presses your buttons, but if not Solly comes with strong ... well, he comes with a strong recommendation as well as a lot. That should get you going, Dab! "I think you'll recognise him as he looks pretty much the same as me. "Yours, Morry" This was unexpected. I hadn't expected to receive a personal recommendation for the coming year. I remembered with fondness many happy hours in Morry's den, and if Morry and Solly were fucking it seemed likely that there would be many happy hours in my den. On the other hand there might indeed be a blond stunner. Time would tell. I sent a short letter back, saying that I was grateful for the heads-up and hoping that it wouldn't turn out to be a cock-up, just the first indication of a cock up. Morry was quick on the uptake, so I assumed he would work it out. I said a bit about Dodo and Jack, since he clearly knew some of what had happened that weekend, but left most of their story to be told - if circumstances led in that direction - to Solly. Billy was intrigued by all this. "What was special about Morry?" I tried to remember, and all I could think of quickly was that he was the first boy (as distinct from man) older than I was with whom I had proper sex. "That'll do," said Billy, "let's hope his kid brother comes up to scratch." ***** Before I left for school I got a zipper for Jack. "Billy has one, and so do Rivers and the senior staff. I want you to be able to zip me whenever you want, Jack. Without Dodo you may want somebody to say things to that you can't say to anyone else. Dodo's got one as well, so you can zip him and Seb too." I gave him a cuddle. "Thanks, Dab ... I love you, you know." I ruffled his hair. "I know you do, and I love you too. Let me know how you're getting on with Hester." He nodded. "I like her," he said, "she's a good boss." I left feeling that things at home were on an even keel at last. It had taken several months for Dodo to fund his feet, and I was happy that he and Seb were together. One day no doubt Jack would find the man he would want to live with, but until then Billy and I would keep him safe ... and loved. He was very easy to love. Rivers and I talked a lot as he drove me back to school. We hadn't had sex together for several weeks, and I assumed that I was rather older now than his preferred boy age. It didn't bother me, as I had expected this to happen at some stage. "Do you still fuck Jack now that he's living with Billy and me?" "As often as he wants me to, Dab, which isn't as often as I'd like. But it's up to him. He knows he's always welcome." I said I was glad to hear it. "I expect you'll see more of him now that Billy's the only other person for him to play with." "You don't mind?" "Of course I don't. You've known me long enough to know how it works. No coercion and no secrets. That's all there is to it." I shared with him the news about Solly Cohen, and he was amused that Morry had written. "Was Morry onto a good thing with you, Dab?" "Of course he was, and he wants his little brother to have as much fun as he and I did. It's rather sweet really." When he dropped me at the gates he asked me to pass his regards to Dan. "Are you allowed to go on fucking him this year?" "Not unless the way things are done has changed. But I'll tell him you were asking after him." My pigeon hole had a note in it from Jock, asking me to call on him as soon as I arrived. It was now a little after 4 and the Pup parade was at 6. I went to drop my stuff in my Den - the same one as I'd had last year - and knocked on Jock's study door. "Hello Dab, welcome back. I want you to be the Deputy Head. Nigel Aitken will be Head of House. Can you handle that?" I said I would do my best. "I think you can handle it with your eyes shut, Dab, given your experience at home. Naturally you get a better Den." Bugger, I thought, I'll have to move all my stuff. "You're in 2, and Nigel's in 1. I don't suppose you can persuade him to drop the `Nigger' thing? It's time he grew out of it." I wasn't aware that Jock was as well informed, but I said that I thought that high office of itself might do the trick. "Let's hope so, Dab. Now you must go and get yourself organised." It didn't take long to haul my stuff three doors along to the superior Den befitting someone of my new elevated status. It was bigger, had a nicer view and, as I soon discovered, a good comfortable bed. I looked in on Nigger, but he hadn't arrived yet. It would be an interesting year as I'd always liked Nigger. And in less than an hour I should meet the delightful Solly. A crashing next door alerted me to Nigger's arrival. "Hello Dab, you're Number 2, I see. Could be fun. What did Jock say to you?" "Nothing, apart from telling me I was your deputy. Is there anything we need to sort out?" He shook his head. "Not that I know of. We know how it works, after all. The important thing is getting a nice Pup. I need the companionship of a warm 13-year-old in these cold nights." I laughed - it was early September and the excuse of cold nights wasn't going to work for several weeks. "You just want an innocent boy to wonder at the size of your cock." "You do me an injustice, Dab. I wish him to be enthralled by the skill with which I deploy it to bring him ecstasy." I admitted that that was rather how I felt too. Dugald and Erridge were the other two of our year still at school. There were four new Prefects from the year below us: Tanner, Courier, Washington and Curren. The eight of us were ready as 4 o'clock approached. I would get second choice and, knowing Nigger's likely choice wouldn't be Solly, I felt things would go smoothly. Before the Pups came in Nigger asked us all to meet in his Den as soon as the Pup choices had been made. In they filed - 12 of them. Walpole would have 4 village whores this year. Nigger picked a pretty blond boy, exactly as I had expected. There was no doubt which of them was Solly as he was unmistakably Morry's brother. "Solomon Cohen, I have heard of you," I said. "I choose you, for you come highly recommended." It was refreshing to hear at least half of his fellow Pups sniggering. Erridge picked a tall dark-haired lad while Dugald chose a boy like the one who had served him a year ago. The four new Prefects snapped up their four, and the process was over for another year. Nigger told the Pups to report to their Trainer's Den in 15 minutes. They all buggered off, eight of them to a fate worse than death (though probably keenly anticipated), the other four to a fate equally rewarding, though they did know that yet. I wondered who would brief the village whores in Walpole about what lay before them. Nigger soon made that crystal clear when the eight of us gathered in his Den. "We all know how it works. Be kind to your Pup, teach him what he needs to know. Dab, will you let the Village Whores know what their duties will be. They'll be in Walpole as usual. Goderich and Canning will have four each - you new four will have yours in Goderich and Dugald's, Sid's, Dab's and mine in Canning. Any questions?" No-one wanted to waste any more time before meeting his Pup for the first time. "Enjoy yourselves then," said Nigger. The others left and I stayed behind. "Jock's told me to ask you very nicely to drop the Nigger, as he put it." "He hates it, doesn't he. I think it's served its purpose though. But I hate Nige, and I'm not much better pleased with boring Nigel. You're lucky having a name that no-one else has got." I shrugged: there wasn't much I could do about it. "Don't you have a middle name?" "That's even worse, Dab. For some damn reason they called me Nigel Wilberforce Aitken." "God, Nigger, that's awful, you poor sod. I can see why Nigger appealed so much, apart from pissing everyone off. What about Will? It's sounds jolly manly, if you think that matters." "No, I don't give a fuck about `manly', but I like the idea. Dab, you may just have the makings of a genius. It's time you gave your Solomon the time of his life. Don't forget the Village Whores, will you." I felt myself dismissed. As I left I practically bumped into Nigger's - no, Will's, get used to it, Dab - Pup, waiting patiently. He was a real stunner, and had Morry's parents stopped at one he would have been my choice too. "What is your name, Pup?" "Montgomery, Charles Montgomery, Sir." "Well, Charles Montgomery, I'm not Sir, I'm Cunliffe, and in there is the Head of House keen to make you welcome." Charles Montgomery grinned a very knowing grin. "So I have been led to believe, Cunliffe. My cousin was a Pup here two years ago." I smiled a knowing smile. They have a lot of fun, these blond boys. Outside my Den Solly was waiting. "You'll have to come back in half an hour, I'm afraid," I said, "as I have a duty to perform less pleasant than the one I shall look forward to in 30 minutes." Solly grinned - a very cheeky grin - and went off to amuse himself for half an hour. I went to the Common Room where Pups spent what passed for their leisure time. The four unpicked Pups were there: Boston, Dover, Richmond and Springfield (so my list told me). "Which of you is Boston?" I asked. A small redhead stood up (a boy who would have been third on my list, thanks only to his colouring). "Excellent. Boston, will you and your three colleagues come to my Den please," and I led them off pied-piperly to my lair. "Find somewhere to sit. How many of you know what I'm about to tell you?" Two hands went up. I picked on one nearest to me. "Who are you, and how do you know?" "I'm Richmond, Sir, and my brother was here a few years ago." Before my time, I thought. "I'm not 'sir', I'm Cunliffe. And you?" pointing to the other one. "Springfield, Cunliffe. My parents and a boy who was a Pup last year - Hick - are friends. Hick and I ... well ..." His reply fizzled out. "Hick and you can no longer do those things which you cannot name, Springfield, not during term at any rate. Since Dover and Boston are in the dark, perhaps you will tell them what goes on, Richmond. I assume you are as keen to participate as your brother must have been." Richmond smiled. "We four all sleep in one dormitory, and we are there in order that senior boys can have sex with us. Springfield and I talked about it after we weren't picked as Pups by any of the Prefects." "And we're both keen, Cunliffe," added Springfield. I turned to Dover and Boston. "Does the prospect fill you with horror or delight, you two?" It was an unnecessary question as I had noticed each of them trying unobtrusively to adjust his trousers., but I wanted to see what they had to say. Dover shrugged. "I got fucked a lot at prep school, so it's no big deal. Do we get any choice in the matter?" I shook my head. "There is an unwritten rule that no-one is forced, but should it be breached it's hard to see what you can do about it. All the Seniors have been Pups, remember, so they know the rules even if you don't. Boston, what about you?" "Are you saying that we get fucked by any of the Seniors who want to fuck us?" "Yes, didn't you listen?" said Richmond. Boston grinned. "I hoped that's what he meant. Bring it on! I haven't been fucked since last Sunday." I must have looked questioningly at him, for he added, "my cousin - he's 17." "It would seem that the Seniors will have a happy year in front of them, and I hope you four do as well. The collective noun for Pups in your position is Village Whores. You won't have the pleasure of forming a close bond with a Trainer, but you will score over the Pups who do by enjoying a far wider range of cocks to accommodate. What you do, and what the Seniors do with you, is no concern of anybody's except the two of you. One thing I will not tolerate, and that is cruelty of any kind. If you are hurt, beyond a little mild discomfort - some of the Seniors are quite large - I want to hear about it. OK?" Four Pups nodded; four Pups were told that a nod was insufficient in this instance as a response; four Pups murmured "yes, Cunliffe". "Off you go then. Your business is carried out in Walpole. Oh, one thing. You're allowed to fuck each other of course." Off they trooped, 12 weeks of unrestrained sex in front of them. Sex interspersed with the occasional lesson with potentiometers and - who knows - special tuition from Prendergast. I sat down to await Solly's return. It was tiring, being Deputy Head. At last there was a knock. "Come in, Solly," I said. I pointed to the second most comfortable chair, plonking myself in the best one. "Well, Solly, I have to say the ritual words before we go any further." He looked surprised. "Wank, do you, Solly?" "Is that what Morry said to you?" "It was, and I expect he will have told you what happened then." Solly nodded. "Can we cut to the chase - by the way, what do I call you?" I explained that he called me Cunliffe, "at least until we know each other a little better", and that I was the Earl of Inchkeith. All Morry's letter had said was that I was faced with a boy keen to interact with me as I had with Morry, and by implication a boy skilled in those things that we might be expected to do. "Your brother suggested you weren't new to this, Solly, but he was a bit vague. Why don't you tell me what you're good at?" "I'd rather show you, Cunliffe." Music to my ears, I thought, and I stood up. "Then let's wait no longer, Solly." He stripped off quickly and I was confronted with a body with which I would become very familiar over the next nine months (as he would with mine). He was slim, with the beginning of a six-pack, hairless (had Morry shaved him, denuding him of the few hairs he might have sprouted already?), neat cut cock proudly jutting heavenward some 6 or so inches long, full balls and, when I had instructed him to turn round, a nice fuckable arse. You could do a lot worse, Dab, I thought. Solly knelt on the bed, his arse towards me. "Morry said you'd want a good look." "Not just a look, Solly, but that's as good a place to start as any." When you get down to it 13-year-old arses don't differ than much provided they're nice and clean. They're still untroubled by any of the skin trials of puberty, and the darker lips round the target are neat and - oh, fuck it, Dab, get on with it. Solly's arse was just as enticing as I'd expected it to be. A moment later I found it was just as tasty too. The flavour was the same as I recalled Morry's as being, although this shouldn't have been surprising. I rimmed him happily for a few minutes, feeling his cock with my right hand as I did so. Hot, hard, full of young teen energy. My hand strayed to his balls, hairless but heavy. Morry's balls had been heavy too. Was it a Jewish thing, I wondered. I reached for the lube in the beside drawer and got my fingers ready. Solly saw what I was doing. "I can take three," he murmured, "maybe four." Reader, he took four and by the time the fourth was in he was purring loudly. I didn't want him to come on the bed (it would have been a terrible waste) so once I had established his capacity for fingering I took them out. "Turn over," I said. He wriggled onto his back. "Morry said you liked it this way." "Look Solly, let's forget Morry. This is about you and me, OK? I like fucking you this way because I like to see a boy's face when he comes, and when I come. Today we do it this way, tomorrow - well, let's leave that till tomorrow." Solly grinned. "That's fine by me. Do I get to tell you what I like?" "Of course. And?" By this time my cock was well inside him and his eyes were gleaming. "All the way," he whispered, "I want to feel you right inside." I obliged; he sighed. "I like that, Cunliffe. I'd like it between my lips too. Can we do that tomorrow?" "I think that might be arranged, Solly. Do you swallow?" Despite the fact that my cock was buried deep in his arse he managed to snort derisively. "Are the defecatory habits of bears exclusively sylvan?" It was my turn to snort. "Who taught you that one?" "I worked it out all by myself. Now will you fuck me please?" Solly, I was delighted to discover, was a joy to fuck. He participated in what we did more than Dan had done, certainly in the early days of his Pupdom. Perhaps this was because Solly was routinely being fucked by a brother only a few years older, whereas Dan was being fucked by Ibrahim. Over the next few weeks I was to discover more about Solly's history, not least that - as well as Morry - he had been enjoying sex with a pair of brothers who lived nearby, only a year or two older than he was. Morry had had a string of three boys with whom he took his exercise, and they had all learned a great deal from him, and from each other. I was to be the beneficiary of this good fortune. But I digress. I am balls-deep in a new 13-year-old and he is looking lecherously up at me. "Will you fuck me please," he had said. I started on a journey I hoped would not be swift. After a few minutes beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and I bent forward to touch my lips to his. You couldn't always assume that a boy willing - keen - to be fucked was willing to be kissed, so my lips sought permission while my cock was demanding. His lips moved forward to mine, so that hurdle was satisfactorily negotiated. While my mouth was close to his I whispered, "is there anything you don't do?" "Dunno. Not found one yet." Things were looking very promising. He was stroking his cock as I moved away from kissing him. "Come where you like," I said softly. "Mmm." At no stage did he wank himself, but he just stroked it occasionally. Then, after about ten minutes or so he grunted, arched his back a little, muttered "yesss ... aaah," and a long rope of pearly spunk shot from his cock, painting a single silver line over his belly button. Just one spurt. Just one lovely spurt of pure 13-year-old nectar. Seeing it spurred me to fuck him harder and faster. His purring increased ... the line of spunk glistened, calling to me as though it was asking for me to come in the same place ... it hadn't been my intention to come on him, but seeing that single precious offering I couldn't resist ... I pulled out and wanked myself hard ... six lines of my spunk joined his on his belly. His eyes were wide open. "Wow! What was that about?" "I've no idea," I managed to say when I got my breath back and we were lying side by side. "Seeing you come like that just made me want to do what I did. Would you rather I'd come up your arse?" He shrugged. "I don't mind where you come, but it's going to waste where it is. Morry said - oh, fuck it, sorry." For once I knew what Morry would have said - that I had insisted as a Pup that spunk never went to waste. I leaned over him and applied my tongue to Cohen flesh. "Mmm, again, I love that. Can I ...?" "Don't ask, Solly, just do, OK." We were 69ing before three seconds had passed. His hands were as active around my arse as mine were around his. I had chosen well, I decided. Sex with Solly that term was enjoyable for both of us, but I never found it as thrilling as I had with Dan. Solly was inventive, and wore his physical response to what we did very close to the surface, but there was still something missing. It didn't matter, of course, because I didn't look to Solly for anything beyond physical pleasure and, if I'm honest, I don't for one moment think Solly did either. On that basis we enjoyed what each body did to the other: no more. Of greater interest was my first visit to Cambridge for the scholarship exam in December. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 38 as the Fen country yields unexpected heights. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================