Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2020 08:37:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 41 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 41 Seb thought about it before telling us. At last, with only a few minutes of 2036 left, he announced his decision. "Not Dodo, because if by some miracle I'm good at it and I enjoy it, then I can fuck him any time. Not Billy - sorry, Billy - because although you're very sexy I like being fucked by you too much to want to sample anything different." (Tactful, I thought, but I didn't think that was the real reason.) "It's a toss-up between Dab and Jack, and I think Dab wins, because it's his house, his party and his bed." Dodo put his arms round Jack. "Cheer up, li'l bro, if he's any good at it you can come and visit once he's perfected his skill on me." Jack grinned. "Can I come and visit some time even if he isn't?" I formed the distinct impression that, as a New Year wish, this one would come true. "Come on then, Seb, man up," said Dodo helpfully. We were all a bit giggly, and although the non-participants helped in the matters of firmness and entry it wasn't a great success. Seb managed to get his cock in me and I have to confess - it felt good, but like all first-timers, even sexual athletes as experienced as Seb, as soon as his cock felt hot arse gripping it it went into firing mode pretty quickly. Seb's distress at coming only about 30 seconds after he got it in was as real - and as endearing - as a boy of 14 would have shown. Dodo, no slouch when it came to embracing his boyfriend, held the poor spent ex-virgin while he got his breath back. "Was it awful?" he whispered. I could just about hear Seb's reply. "Dunno, it was too fucking fast." More alcohol cheered him up though, and normal service was soon resumed. By 2 o'clock we were all whacked and a week's-worth of spunk had been consumed, much of it directly. ***** After Seb and Dodo had returned home I had a week before I had to go back to school. I would have a month before my interview at Fisher, but since I already had a scholarship I wondered what lessons I would be having for the rest of my two terms. No doubt Bell would have it all worked out. Meanwhile the weather was atrocious and the three of us spent most of our time in the library where the log fire welcomed us as we read: Jack poring over the management of fruit trees, Billy engrossed with Holden Caulfield and me in among my ancestors. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Seth proved to be a delight to have with us. At 14 he was keen to show us that he was a man, learning eagerly all we could teach him about the farms - where they were, what they grew, how they were managed and so on. He was a swift learner and by the end of that first Autumn, when travel became more wearisome, his knowledge was already very great. Arthur spent many mornings with him that Winter with plans and details of crop yields, and I spent time in the afternoons talking with him, asking him about what he had learned. By Christmas I could tell he was eager to ask intelligent questions - why did this grow here, but not there? - why didn't we plant such-and-such a crop? I tried to answer, but I was unwilling to guess, and where I did not have a ready answer I made him write the question down. "When you have six questions in your book, Seth, you and I will ride out to find the answers." His eyes lit up. He quickly showed he was a man in other ways - ways more delightful, if less conducive to our wealth. Seth was afraid, or cold (I cannot remember now exactly what reason he gave) on his first night in a strange bed in a strange house - a house whose night-time creaks and groans were unfamiliar to him - and he sought comfort, so he said, from Arthur. Arthur willingly accepted the boy into bed to warm and reassure him, and very few minutes passed before the warmth and reassurance had turned to something more urgent. I was happy for Seth and Arthur to enjoy each other's bodies in whatever way they wished, but at that moment I had no feeling that I should be a part of their coupling - it seemed unnatural. It was my great good fortune to be disabused of that feeling of unnaturalness before cock-crow the following morning. The grunts and sighs from both of them as they sped towards their first spending did nothing to make me feel that I did not wish to share their pleasure, unnatural or otherwise. How feeble our resolve is when our cocks are in charge! By dawn I had followed Arthur in enjoying the welcome of Seth's arse as I fucked him, and Seth had returned the favour by enjoying my spunk as his lips and tongue drew it from me (and drew it most expertly: his Nathaniel must have been a very happy friend). Thus a mere 16 hours after his arrival he had become an intimate part of our little threesome family. At breakfast all three of us were a little less refreshed than we should have been, and I determined to ask Seth whether he wished to continue to sleep with us, or whether the previous night had been something he might wish to forget. The light in his eyes made such a question foolish however, and it went unasked. "I loved every minute of it ... but it would seem wrong to continue to call you Father after you have fucked me ... Amos." So Amos I was from that moment on. ***** Many years passed. We bought new land in Norfolk and altered some of the crops. Seth grew in stature and strength, and his knowledge about the land grew also. When he was 18 I sent him to spend a week with each of the farms' tenants so that he could come back and report on the minor day-to-day problems that would not normally have come to my notice. That was how we discovered that one of the smaller tenants was stealing from us - never enough to be noticed: a bushel or two here and there which he sold for his own account. It seemed that it had been going on for many years. We got rid of him and put in his place the son of one of the neighbouring tenants - an improvement for him and a blessing to his father who told me privately that, although his son (then 26) was "a bloody good farmer" he was "a bloody awful son". I never found out what the problem had been, but both farms produced excellent returns and the son and his wife produced a fine family, so all were content. The three of us visited the family in Uttoxeter twice a year, as Arthur and I had done before Seth came to live with us. In the Spring of 1874 we found my Father very poorly. He had been badly afflicted with some chest ailment during the winter which he had been unable to shake off, and my sisters were very alarmed. I questioned them about the medical attention he had had, but they assured me that the best doctor in Stoke had called twice a week, but had not been able to do more than prescribe something to ease the dreadful coughing. Listening to him wheezing and half-choking as he lay in bed it was clear to me that he had the affliction that some of the older miners had had back in California. Breathing in all that dust was hard for a youngster like me, and Joel had done much more work deep in the mine than I had. We stayed a few days longer than we planned, for he seemed to be a little better with the warmer weather, and we set off home at the start of May. Six days later a letter came by Express Mail. Joel was sinking and was not expected to live more than a few days. Arthur said that Seth and I must go straight back. "Go quickly. I will look after everything here." It is just on 100 miles from Wisbech to Uttoxeter and we reached there early the following afternoon. We passed the night in an inn in Melton Mowbray. We arrived well after dark and had no expectation that there might still be food when we had handed the horses to the ostler, but the place was still alive with patrons and hot food was still available. We ordered a hot pie and ale, and sat by the fire, our limbs weary for we had ridden faster than we were wont to do. After a few minutes a boy came with the ale and over the top of my glass I spied Seth giving him a careful look. When the boy had gone I asked quietly what was in Seth's mind. "I'm 23, Amos, and he's no more than 14. The last boy I fucked was Nathaniel more than ten years ago, and tonight I plan to end that drought. If he's up for a tumble then I'm his man." I was startled at how forward Seth was aiming to be. I knew him for a lusty soul, both as boy and man himself, but this sudden lust for a boy was new, as was his determination to be successful. "Leave it to me," he said quietly. I was content so to do. The boy returned some minutes later bearing the pies which he set before us. "You were lucky, masters," he said, "for these are the last of them tonight." "In that case, lad, we shall enjoy them even more knowing that none may come after us." This remark caused to boy to look at Seth, for until then his eyes had been cast down. "Would you bring me something nice," said Seth quietly, "something saucy perhaps?" The boy and Seth looked at each other, then the boy gave a tiny nod, as did Seth. Suddenly I remembered the lesson I had learned from William in California - the lesson about the unspoken look that lasted longer than it should. How had Seth come by this, I wondered, for come by it he certainly had. The boy came back with a dish with some kind of sauce in it. "I hope this will do for now, masters, but there will be more sauce later should you wish it." Seth smiled. "We do, lad, we do." The boy smiled too - as did I, for if Seth was right in his endeavours I was not willing to forgo my share in the wickedness. "We shall sleep little tonight, I fancy, Amos," my bright sparky son said as we attacked the pies. "We shall be a sombre pair tomorrow," I said, "but tonight we can do naught for Joel. Let us take what pleasure we can with your pretty pot boy." Seth grinned, "how useful I can be, Amos, and not just about the farms!" Our pies were cleared away by a serving girl, and I looked about for the boy. There was no sign of him, so I asked the girl where he was. "He was cheerful and at the end of a long day that is a virtue I wish to reward. Will you give him this?" and I put a sixpence in her hand, immediately afterward giving her another, "and this is for you." "Thank you, sir, I'll be sure I give it to Gabriel when he's done cleaning the pots," and she scurried off, her treasure in her hand. I hoped our treasure would know where to find us when the pots were dealt with. "Come on," I said to Seth, "we have no reason to stay, I'm sure Gabriel will find us." I confess I was less confident than I allowed Seth to think, but I was weary - we had ridden hard that day, and a hard day would follow. If Gabriel failed to find us then at least we should get some rest for the morrow. But Gabriel was made of sterner stuff. Seth and I had been in bed for less than ten minutes when a slight tapping came at the door. Seth was out of bed in an instant, and opened the door. I was glad to see it was Gabriel, and not some other servant or guest, for not only was Seth naked (as we always were in bed) but also hard and eager (as we usually were in bed). Gabriel allowed himself but two seconds on the threshold to admire the spectacle before him ere he slipped in to join us. Seth took him by the hand. "Come, Gabriel, share the sauce we all have within us." Gabriel threw off his clothes to reveal a wiry body, brown as a nut save for a white patch at his groin. From his groin hung a nice cock and a neat pouch, the whole capped by a small thatch of brown hair. "How old are you, Gabriel?" I asked. "14, sir, I shall be 15 at Martinmas. But I am skilled, sir, and I shall not disappoint you." "I'm sure you won't," I said, holding out my hands, "come into bed with us. I am Amos and my son is Seth." "Your son!" he said, "you ... do it with your son?" "Of course," said Seth, "why would he not?" Gabriel's clients - if that was how we should be seen - had evidently not included family members before. "See, Gabriel," I said, "there is a half crown on the mantel for you, and it is yours to take away in the morning if you stay with us until then." Seth added that there was a second half crown awaiting the boy from him. "Five shillings!" breathed Gabriel, "masters, that it more than I earn in a month." "Well then, Gabriel, let us waste no time," I said, pulling him towards me and embracing him as he tumbled into bed. It was very soon clear that Gabriel was no beginner. When I put my lips to his he opened his mouth readily and our tongues played their game in a most lively way. I felt his cock hard against my belly. While he and I were kissing I felt Seth stroking Gabriel's arse - an activity which caused the boy to wriggle and moan. Our lips parted and he whispered that he loved being fucked. He had come, I told him, to the right place. Seth prised the boy from my grasp, turning him onto his back. In the candle-light I could see Gabriel's eyes glittering with excitement as Seth bent over him. "I shall fuck you first, Gabriel, then Amos will fuck you. Would you like that, Gabriel?" Gabriel nodded. "Yes, Seth," he whispered, " and if you want to fuck me again after Amos I should like that too." Seth snorted. "And you, Gabriel, where would you wish to spend?" I asked. "In your mouth, sir ... Amos, or Seth's." That seemed clear enough. "You must warn me then, that you are close." He nodded. "Can we ...?" but he got no further, for Seth knelt between his legs and threw off the covers. Gabriel raised his legs and took hold of his knees, pulling them to his ears. He smiled very contentedly. "Well then, Seth, do you like what you see?" What Seth saw was a sight for sore eyes. Gabriel might have had a thatch of hair on his bell, but his arse was still as smooth as it had been the day he was born. Despite all the fuckings he must have undergone - or rather, enjoyed - his arse-hole was tight and that delightful shade of pinky-brown that I so loved. I watched Seth lean down and apply his tongue to the path leading from the boy's balls to his hole, and was amused to see the muscle twitch and relax as Seth's tongue roamed nearer. I knew that Seth's arse opened up like that, as indeed had his namesake's and others in far-off California, but it was a surprise to see the same welcoming sight on a lad of only fourteen summers. A surprise, but a most encouraging one. Seth had seen the same thing but a few inches from his eyes. "Ready already, young Gabriel?" he whispered, "are you hot for your first fucking?" By way of answer young Gabriel sighed deeply. "I am like a furnace, Seth, and you must needs quench my fires with your spunk - quick, quick!" It was very stimulating to come across a boy so thrilled by his work, and so adept at drawing others into his circle. Within an hour Seth had fucked him, as Gabriel had demanded, with great speed; and I had fucked him more slowly, allowing my cock ample time to enjoy being in so hot and tight a tunnel. Seth's spunking had been prodigious - as it usually was - and when he withdrew a silvery trail leaked from Gabriel's arse, running slowly down between the white globes of his buttocks. Ere the precious fluid reached the sheets my tongue had gathered it, and I had savoured my son's seed. The innkeeper knew that Seth and I were father and son, and it would never have done for the maids to discover spunk stains in a family bed. Once Gabriel's arse was free from stain I eased my cock in. Very tight and very wet he was, despite Seth's efforts, and (as he whispered to me) Gabriel was still "like a furnace", so I set to to give him a good riding before I extinguished the flames for him. Soon after I was in - two minutes maybe - Gabriel moaned more loudly and continuously and he whispered "yes, Seth, quick". Seth was upon the boy's cock in no time, and a few seconds later he arched his back and shot pulse after pulse into Seth who swallowed each jet as it hit his tongue. I paused in my fucking while the boy spent, knowing that he would be quick to regain his hardness at that age. When Gabriel relaxed back onto the bed he gave me a wide smile. "Go on, Amos, you have further to travel." I resumed my labours and Gabriel settled to enjoy my ministrations. Much to my surprise I lasted a deal longer than was usual - perhaps it was the tiredness from the ride - and it was nigh on half an hour before I felt my balls begin to signal that my end was near. "Soon, Gabriel," I moaned, "soon." He put his arms round me and drew me down onto me, whispering in my ear that he wanted me to pour so much hot spunk into him that it would pour out of his ears. I had no reply to such a request, for although 'twas impossible it was exactly how I felt myself. I knew that my spunking would, like Seth's, be huge. "Aaah!" I cried - more loudly than I should have done - and my cock began to fill Gabriel's arse. I felt seven good strong spurts, each of which caused Gabriel to give a little grunt as he felt the heat of it in his bowels. When my cock had ceased to shoot I relaxed onto Gabriel. "Fuck, Amos, you're good," he whispered, "you came gallons." While his idea of the quantity I had deposited in him was wide of the mark I felt glad that he had thought it sufficiently large to comment upon it. "Seth, will you make sure nothing is wasted?" I said before my cock shrank too much and everything began to leak out. "Of course. I've been waiting patiently. Now out you come, Amos," and as I slipped out Seth quickly took my place, hoisting Gabriel's arse off the bed with two hands under his buttocks. The boy's arse was pink and puffy, and spunk - Seth's as well as mine - glistened around it. Seth bent to his labours while I leaned back and rested. Gabriel began to purr like a cat as Seth attended to the matter before him. "Oh Seth, that's ... I ..." and without warning the boy's cock lurched and three strong ropes of juice flew from it, making a pattern on his brown chest. I had never seen anyone - boy or man - come in such a fashion, without his cock being handled or his arse being pummelled. "Do you often come like that, Gabriel?" I asked. He shook his head, as startled by it as we two had been. "No. It's never done that before. It was good though," and his grin returned. "You must have a magic tongue, Seth," he murmured. Seth, busy and much enjoying his task, paused long enough to move quickly up the bed to kiss Gabriel. When, a minute or two later, Seth resumed his task at Gabriel's arse the boy turned to me. "He does have a magic tongue, Amos." "I know," I said softly, "and a magic cock and a magic arse too. In fact we're both magic, Gabriel ... and so are you." As the three of us lay in bed, Gabriel snuggled between Seth and me, I thought what foolish things we say, both when the heat of lust is upon us, and also in the warm glowing moments after the heat has passed but the comfort is still surrounding us. It would have been good to fuck Gabriel again in the morning, but he awoke with a start just before 6 o'clock and bounded out of bed - hard, but with piss, not need - and flung his clothes on. Scooping up his two half-crowns he came back to the bed where Seth and I were only just awake. "I must go, masters. If I am not in the scullery before the maid she will know that I have been wicked." A chaste kiss was planted on each pair of lips, and he was gone. "Did we dream that?" said Seth sleepily. "I think not, but of one thing I am very sure," I said, "and that is that we shall break our journey home here, whenever that may be." At 7 o'clock we were in the Common Room with the smell of breakfast all about us. Long before 8 we were saddled up and ready to complete our sad journey. I had paid the innkeeper, complimenting him on the welcome he had given us despite our late and unannounced arrival. I assured him we would pass the night again when we returned. "That's good, sir. I hope young Gabriel looked after you well." As Gabriel had brought our breakfast that morning I decided that the innkeeper was referring to that, but as I rode off I mentioned his remark to Seth. "Maybe he knows," said Seth, "and maybe he doesn't. But who cares?" I loved my son and his carefree ways. And we rode on to the sombre situation in Uttoxeter. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 42 as Amos and Seth reach Uttoxeter, and I return to school. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================