Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2020 22:05:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 42 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 42 As we rode up to my Father's house we saw the door opened, and Elspeth stood waiting for us. Her dress showed that Joel still lived, and that we were in time to see him and say those things that had to be said. Elspeth was a handsome woman of 25 by this time, fair and slender. It crossed my mind as we approached that she would not be short of suitors. We dismounted and a servant came to lead the horses to the stable. Though we were hot and weary - for we had ridden faster than we would normally have done - we went straightway to see Joel. "How is he, Elspeth? Is he in pain?" I asked. "Ay," she said sadly, "the coughing is truly dreadful and it distresses him. He is so proud, and any weakness hurts him, even though he knows we love him. The doctor was with him yesterday evening, and he told Mamma that it would be but a few days now." She brushed a tear away. "Does he know he is dying?" She nodded. "He made us swear when he first had these attacks that we should not treat him like a feeble child, as he put it. 'If a man cannot face death with a stout heart he is not much of a man', he said, and added 'and if he know not that he is dying then his friends have done him no service'. The doctor told Mamma three days ago and Mamma told him that day. He was glad that she had done so, he said, and told us to send for you both to come. And here you are. We will talk when you have some refreshment after you have seen him." We went in. Joel was propped up, a shawl round his shoulders. He seemed to have aged in the few days since we last had seen him. Jane was sitting by his side, a book in her hands. She looked up and gave us a wan smile. "I was reading to him, but you two are more important than a silly book," she said, "come, both of you." She got up and bent over Joel, kissing him gently. "I shall leave these two with you, my love, and soon Elspeth will bring you something warm," and she was gone. Joel was smitten with a dreadful bout of coughing which lasted two or three minutes. He coughed blood into a napkin. When his body calmed he glared at the mess. "We are born bloody and it seems we die in the same mess." There was nothing either of us could say. I held his hand, motioning to Seth that he should fetch another chair and sit at the other side of the bed. He took his Grandfather's other hand. Joel turned to look at him. "You've become a good handsome man, Seth. It wasn't the best start in life my scamp of a son gave you, but he and I haven't done too badly, have we." Tears filled Seth's eyes. "I could not have had more loving parents had my Mother lived," he said quietly. Joel suffered another bout of coughing, mercifully less severe than the first. "I have little time," he wheezed, "and much to say, so let me get on. Amos, my Will is made and the lawyer in Uttoxeter - Smedley: I think you know him - has it. I have left an annuity of £300 a year to Jane and a dowry of £500 to Elspeth when she marries. The servants will each receive a small amount - Smedley has the details. The Estate passes to you, my boy. Seth, I have made an arrangement that if you wish to quit the Estate and set up on your own you will have one quarter of its value ..." Seth interrupted. "No, Grandfather ... I mean that's very generous, but I love the Estate too much to want to leave. Amos and I - we ... the Estate needs us both. Please don't think I might go away." The tears were flowing more freely, and Seth made no attempt to wipe them away. Joel smiled. "Seth, my fine boy, you have made my dying wish to come true. The fear I had is quite gone. Come, both of you, hold hands together," and I reached across to grasp Seth's other hand. The three of us - three generations of Cunliffes - united in grief, united in the promise of the future that only two of us would see. All three of us were weeping unashamedly. Joel was the first to compose himself. "The women will be up shortly - they must see three strong men, for theirs will be the greater burden when I am gone. You two have the Estate to manage, and the crops will not stop growing merely because the Master is no more. The women will have an empty house and empty lives." Seth said quietly, "is Elspeth not like to marry, grandfather? She will make a fine wife to some lucky man, for she is sweet and cheerful." Joel chuckled - a chuckle which soon became another coughing fit. When peace returned to his wrecked body he smiled. "I think as you do, Seth, but if she has suitors they have not been brave enough to pursue her vigorously. I hope when I am gone that she will be more inclined to accept the possibility that she has a right to marriage and children of her own." The mystery of this remark remained unexplained because at that moment Elspeth came in carrying a tray with tea things. She passed a cup half-full of warm milk to me. "Hold this while he drinks, Amos. Then if he coughs it will not spill." Soon Seth and I had cups of tea. I would rather have had a flagon of ale after my ride, but it was not to be. Jane joined us - the four of us sitting round the bed and paterfamilias propped up, holding court like a Bourbon monarch. It was as well that I was holding the milk, for Joel quietly fell asleep. I looked anxiously at Jane, but her composure reassured me. "He will sleep for a short while, Amos. You and Seth must eat after your journey. Elspeth and I will sit with him." As we went quietly downstairs to the kitchen Seth expressed the heartfelt wish that when his time came he hoped it would be swift and sudden. "Amen to that," I said. The cook greeted us like long-lost souls, even though she had fed us not ten days earlier. "There is a mutton pie in the oven. It will be ready in a few minutes," and she pointed to the ale barrel. Seth drew us each a good flagon and, when the first was largely gone but half a minute later, he refilled them. "That's better," he said, and the two of us sat at the kitchen table. "We stink of horse," he said, "but I am too hungry to wash ere we eat." The cook smiled but said nothing. The mutton pie was most delicious, our appetite for food having grown mightily since breakfast. ***** We sat with Joel for much of the next day, turn and turn about with Jane and Elspeth. Even to my eyes Joel was sinking fast, and towards the evening he seemed to think he was back in California. He turned to Seth saying, "do you remember, Amos, how we ..." and whatever it was the he briefly recalled vanished from his mind ere he could name it. Seth looked bewildered, but I whispered "he thinks you are me as a young lad, Seth, say nothing to correct him." By the end of that night Seth had been forgiven on two separate occasions for his having been led into sodomy; had been begged to forgive Joel for any cruelty which Joel might have inflicted on him while the odium of a son steeped in sodomy was still upon him (upon Joel, that is); had been invited to relive "that bastard Harry" being stabbed in the eye, and much, much more. I was proud of Seth, for he played the part of his errant father with great sureness of foot. Joel seemed comforted by being back in California. He died at six o'clock the next morning, quite peacefully while asleep. Jane and Elspeth had come in but a few minutes before he had fallen asleep, and had kissed him. ***** The funeral, four days later, was a very grand affair as befitted an man of substance in the county. Seth and I shook more hands and accepted more offers of condolence that I thought possible. The women, of course, were not present, having their grief confined to the house. When at last all the mourners had taken their leave Seth and I walked the mile from the churchyard back to the house. The blinds, drawn until then from the morning of Joel's death, were raised and the house resumed its busy life at the heart of a wealthy landed Estate. "We have to decide where we shall live," I said as we walked slowly. Seth said that it hadn't occurred to him that we might leave Wisbech. "Yes, the Estate is here, Seth. We were in Wisbech only because Arthur and I - and now you - live a life that Joel would have found impossible. Here is the grand house, all that is in Wisbech is the land, and the land is managed by our tenants. They can do what is needed well enough without our living on top of them. Instead of our journeying from Wisbech to Uttoxeter twice a year we shall live here and journey to Wisbech when we need to." Seth thought about this. "What about Arthur? Won't he wish to stay there?" I chuckled - a sound I had neither made nor heard since our arrival here - Arthur will wish to stay with us, Seth, for he is family, is he not?" "What will happen to Jane and Elspeth?" I had no answer, for Jane and I had not thought it proper to speak of such things until after the funeral. That conversation now lay before me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I looked up to find I was alone in the Library. It was dark and somebody had kindly stuck more logs on the fire. A lot had happened since I started reading two hours earlier. Joel, who had seen a bill in a window about a ship to America and whose spirit of adventure had led him - a country blacksmith - to take his son half-way across the world, had died. He was the first of the Cunliffes I had got to know. It was a little bereavement. Amos was now 39 and Seth 23. What adventures would follow now that they were back in Uttoxeter - in the very house where I was sitting over 160 years later? In the same room in front of the same log fire. I shivered, and not with cold. Billy came in. "Ah, you're alive still." I put the papers to one side on the table, got up and stretched. "Joel's just died. He was only 66. Lungs buggered in a Californian mine from the sound of it." "There seems to have been buggery everywhere you look in that camp of theirs." I decided to leave the resolution of Jane's future plans until the Easter holidays. School was only a couple of days away. And once I was back there I would find out what Bell had planned for me for the two terms I had left. But more exciting that that was Fisher: Fisher in October and even before then Fisher in February, with the delights of Gordon and Edward to be enjoyed again. ***** My last two nights with Billy and Jack were as full of fun and spunk-spilling as usual. Billy would be 20 a few days after I went back, so Jack and I made a great performance of our last fucks of a teenager. Billy, needless to say, played along as a willing victim of our unnatural lusts. I, still only 17, would be available for teenage fucking from Jack for a good while longer. Jack, fresh from coming up Billy's arse, licked his lips at the thought of having over two years during which he could supply spunk as far into a teenager as he had just done. "What'll I do when you're old, Dab?" he said. "I'll try to find you a nice boy, Jack, never fear," I said, and immediately began to wonder whether I might actually quite like the idea of a nice boy for all of us. Meanwhile Gordon and Edward loomed large in my thoughts. And then my mind turned to wondering what arrangements Amos and Seth had made for young flesh to share their bed, for I couldn't believe that there had been Cunliffes not as keen on the pleasures of the young as Amos had been, and as I was. Would the ancient documents reveal that Seth too had found under-age companionship? I hoped so. I was dragged back to the present by a dig in the ribs from Billy. "Where were you?" "Miles away, sorry. I'm still back with Amos and Seth." Billy's eyes rolled. "For heaven's sake, Dab, here am I, fresh from a good fucking from Jack, needing someone to relieve my balls, and you're fucking miles away." I assumed a position of heartfelt contrition, given added verisimilitude by my getting Billy's cock in my mouth and doing what was needed. Billy held my head in his hands, going instantly from feigned outrage to submissive lover, stroking and caressing me while my lips and tongue brought him to a peak of need. Jack knelt over Billy's belly, offering his cock for Billy to suck. On this occasion Billy didn't take it into his mouth, but put his tongue out to lick the last vestiges of cum from Jack's soft cock. Jack sighed and pulled his foreskin back, revealing more wetness for Billy to lick. But Billy's own need was too great and he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth as the hot spunk flew out into me. Gush after gush filled my mouth, or so it felt. For the thousandth time I rejoiced that I had found Billy, that we loved each other as much, that his spunk was so tasty, that everything about him was perfect. I swallowed: that mouthful was mine to remind me of Billy - of essence of Billy - while I was away. I moved forward to kiss him, my mouth empty but still redolent with him. Jack moved away, knowing that this moment was for just the two of us. When Billy and I parted after a minute or two Jack was watching, his eyes sparkling with delight. "You really are special, you two," he said softly, "just like Dodo and Seb. I hope I find someone like you have one day." "Of course you will, Jack," I said, "but until then you'll just have to make do with us. Now it's my turn to thrill your arse with my great aristocratic cock, so get on your back and let me at you." "Very good, my lord." He's well trained, this boy. Forty-five minutes later he was well fucked too. His arse had my spunk deep inside - oh, all right, deepish; his belly had four decent lines of his own spunk, shot from his cock while I was still well short of coming in him; and Billy had honoured him, shortly before he came, by wanking and getting most of it in Jack's mouth. What failed to reach its immediate target was licked up by a deflating Billy who, kissing Jack deeply, finally got it where it was intended. The following night - my last at home - I asked Jack to fuck me, "and make it as sexy as you know how, and make it last as long as you can." Looking back over what I've written I am astonished to find that, although it had happened many times (and would do so on far more occasions in time to come), I have never recorded being fucked by Jack. It is time to remedy that, for being fucked by Jack was not anything ordinary. Jack, naked at just 14, as he was them was a beguiling sight. His chest and upper arms had responded vigorously to the hard physical work he had been doing now for almost 18 months. He had put on an inch or two in height, but was still a boy if viewed from behind - a boy fit and athletic, but still a boy. This of course added hugely to the excitement of sex with him - for me as well as for Billy. Turn him round, however, and a very different Jack is on display. Even at rest his cock belonged to a much older body, and ready to fill me, as he was then, it was truly exceptional. 8 inches is nothing all that special on a man, but on a boy like Jack, and rising, what's more, from a completely hairless belly. I have never got over the thrill of seeing a pink cockhead on an ebony shaft, and Jack - being perfectly well aware of the contrast - rarely appears without his foreskin retracted. Rarely appears in I'm-about-to-fuck-someone mode, that is. Jack oozes precum at a prodigious rate - maybe his prostate knows how many inches of thrusting cock it will need to lubricate (I certainly do) - and when he touches it red-hot to my arse lips - equally red-hot - steam is to be seen gently rising. I'm on my back of course, knees by my ears, arse open and waiting (begging). "Come on Jack," I whispered, "I need it in me." Jack knows that, and I know that he's going to ignore me and concentrate on getting my arse white-hot before he fills me with a black cock. Having anointed my arse lips with his precum he wriggles further down the bed and I feel his tongue snaking along my perineum. I try to relax and let the waves of intense pleasure ride over me, but it's hard not to thrust and writhe. "Hold him down, Billy," he says before blowing in my arse. He hasn't done that before, and it's very sexy. "Do it again, Jack," and he does. Meanwhile Billy, in order to hold me down, has got on top of me almost in 69 position, but with his face a good foot above my cock. His arse is just where he and I both want it though, and my tongue does to Billy what Jack is doing to me. I can see Billy's arm isn't idle - he's slowly wanking himself. It occurs to me that the two of them have planned what they're going to do to me, and I smile inside. I do love them both. Several minutes pass. Wave after wave of erotic joy flood through me, but no liquid (apart from pre-cum) is in evidence. Gently Billy speeds up and he begins to grunt. I feel the hot presence of Jack's cock pushing into me, his cockhead stretching me as it stops on the threshold half in, half out, at maximum width. Billy gets faster and his groans become constant. then "aaah!" and he aims his cock down onto the long hard black target poised ready to be rammed into me. As soon as the last of his white jets have coated the ebony target Jack sticks his cock all the way in - hard and deep and infinitely ... "aaah!" ... and it's my turn to cum suddenly as the erotic feel of Billy's spunk on Jack's cock thrashing my prostate interacts with my brain and my pent-up need to share the joy up my arse with the joy of being with, and entangled with, the two people who mean more to me than anyone else in the world and Jack is hammering hard, hard as only a 14-year-old with a monster cock can, and the monster cock is lighting fires in my insides and the fires are intense, burning and ... fuck me if I don't cum again, just two minutes after the last one and Jack is even faster faster faster and ... "Jeeeesus," he cries and white hot lava pours into me, deep into me, burning my soul, making me want to die with pleasure because nothing can ever be this good again ... and Billy is round kissing me and Jack, spunky-cocked Jack, is waving his treat in front of me demanding I clean him up ... and the taste of Billy and Jack and my arse are all in my mouth and my brain is reeling and gradually, very gradually my heart-beat returns to normal and the world stops being psychedelic colours and the bed returns from outer space with three young lads all in love still on it, still hot and spunky, still coiled together. "Oh fuck," I murmured. ***** The first days back at school were rather humdrum after that. I gave Solly a good seeing-to the first afternoon, and he was as lively as ever, but his liveliness and Jack's were poles apart. Still, Jack wasn't at school and Solly was. I hadn't the slightest doubt that Jack would be giving Billy plenty of exercise at home. Bell and I had a long talk about what he wanted me to do. "Your scholarship is certain, they've made that clear, but there must be a reason for this interview. It's not usual, and I can remember only two boys who've been asked to special interview. If their experience is any guide then you may be required to show that your abilities aren't confined to mathematics. You've satisfied them on that score already. No, I think they're looking for something else. I can't believe it's because you're in Debrett - there are plenty of peers around in Cambridge after all - but it may be because you have land holdings nearby. But maybe it's nothing to do with that. Did you go to Evensong?" The bloody Cunliffe hair did for me, for although I had made no reply Bell said quietly, "ah". "Ah?" I said, "is that all?" "Cunliffe, your secret is safe with me," he went on. "Prendergast and I have an understanding, shared with one or two other colleagues. Luckily his interests and mine, while being similar, do not overlap. That is why, until now, you have been unaware of my predilections. Suffice it to say that the Fisher choir and I are not unknown to each other." I said nothing. It seemed that there were no secrets, safe or otherwise. Did Bell have spies in Fisher? "Don't be alarmed, Cunliffe, the choir members are very discreet. They were when I was among them years ago, and everybody makes damn sure it stays that way. I think your wisest course of action is to talk to Mr Fagan - tell him I sent you - and get him to give you an hour a day instructing you in an appreciation of English church music. I think you might find it useful to display at least an understanding of it at your interview." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 43 as I enjoy music lessons with Fagan, and put the knowledge to good use. 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