Date: Fri, 29 May 2020 07:21:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 64

Last of the Line by badboi666

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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.

NOTE to the reader: "Peter Brown" aka badboi666 is, as you might guess, not
in the first flush of youth: indeed he is well into the
you'll-die-if-you-get-this-fucking-thing age cohort.  It has been his habit
in all his stories published here to be two or three chapters ahead of
publication.  If he gets a nasty cough and a temperature he will post all
outstanding chapters together with a synopsis of what is still to come.
Then, if he snuffs it, you can at least have some idea of what befell Dab
in the end.  A bit like Edwin Dro

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Chapter 64

I got into the pool at one end.  "Come on in," I said, "the water's going
to be warm any second."  Billy and Jack got in, Billy beside me and Jack at
the other end.  "Go on, Jack, you said you were bursting.  Just make sure
none of it goes outside the pool.," I said, "no - wait," and before it was
too late I got out and quickly sported the oak.  Discovery would have been
fatal.  I got back in again.  "OK, do your worst."  Jack's erection had
subsided a bit but the sight was still special.  He was 15 then, and his
cock was a good 9 inches at rest.  Aching to piss it was nearer 10 (and
fully erect - it was measured the following afternoon by my two choirboys -
it was 11) and even more delicious-looking than it had been when I'd last
seen it six weeks before.  I knelt in front of him and gently drew his
foreskin back. "Oh Christ, Dab, no-one does that like you," he whispered.
"Reward me then," I whispered, and put my lips round him, my hands on his
arse, drawing him into me.  He knew I was useless at deep-throating so he
made no attempt to push his cock further into my mouth: it was left to me.
He groaned and I felt the early stages of three pints of beer in my mouth.
Billy stood behind me and I felt the early stages of three more pints hit
me between my shoulder blades.  Without letting Jack's cock out of my mouth
I wriggled so that I was no longer kneeling, but on all fours with my arse
in the air.  The stream on my back stopped.  Billy took the hint.  He felt
my arse with a finger and, satisfied that his belief that I was already
greased was correct, placed his cockhead at the entrance.  Piss started to
pour out, running down my crack and soaking my balls.  I wriggled, hoping
that he would interpret it as an invitation - no, a demand - that he enter
and carry on pissing.  Dear Billy - he reads me like a book.  In he went,
inch by inch, pissing all the time.  I was swallowing hard as Jack kept in
giving, but I wanted to keep some back.  I signalled to him that he should
stop, and a few seconds later he managed to stop.  "Thanks," I breathed.
"There's a lot more, Dab," he murmured.  "I know, but that's enough for the
moment.  Billy's filling me as well."

Jack moved a foot or so forward so that his ankles were either side of my
shoulders.  I felt piss stream onto me and as it ran down my back past
Billy's cock down my legs I was in heaven.  Billy must have looked up for
Jack moved further forward and, though I could not see it, I knew that some
of Jack's remaining three pints was in Billy's mouth.  "Stop, Billy," I
whispered, "that's enough for now."

Billy pulled out, his cock followed by a gush of piss from my arse.  Jack
stopped.  He and Billy knelt beside me.  "What next, Dab?" said Jack.  I
guessed that maybe a pint had been redistributed, although all mine was
still aboard.  "We change round," I said.  Jack pissfucks Billy and Billy
gets mine at the other end.  Then we change again so Jack's in the middle."
"You've worked it all out as usual," said Billy, but it was not a
criticism, just Billy knowing me inside out.  "You're both greased, I
assume?"  "That's the silliest thing you've said, Dab," said Jack, "we're
well-trained, your lover and I."  "Well then, Jack, get it into Billy and
warm him up while I hose his tonsils."

Three minutes like that and we changed again.  We were all completely
soaked, but when Jack got down in the middle the wetness of his ebony back
was somehow a lot sexier than either Billy or I had seemed.  Wet black is
more lust-enhancing than wet pink.  A lot more lust-enhancing.  I was up
his arse like a rat up a drain, and I stayed pissing as deep inside him as
I could until my bladder was empty.  I could tell from one look at Billy's
face that Jack was doing his deep-throat thing on Billy's cock - when
Billy's eyes disappear like that I know something pretty special is
happening.  I reached round to feel Jack's cock and found my hand in the
direct line of fire of what must have been the third pint.  The pool had a
good inch of piss sloshing around, and I knew there was still plenty to
come.  Equally I knew that fucking in all that piss would make a terrible
mess - it would certainly splash out - so it would have to be got rid of
before we got down to anything like orgasms.

Billy was still firmly attached, so I got on my back and slid - in an inch
of still warm piss - under Jack, getting my mouth where it might find a
reward.  "Mmm," he moaned, his throat full of Billy's cock.  Billy drew
back, "I'm nearly done, he whispered," and to my surprised the last ten
seconds or so of his bladder's contents went directly onto Jack's face
(eyes closed).  This was new: had they worked this out in the Sling Room
while I'd been here?  It was certainly what both of them wanted.

Two minutes later all three of us were lying on our bellies like
4-year-olds at the seaside, piss lapping round us.  "How are you going to
empty it?" asked Jack.  "Oh dear!  I hadn't thought of that," I said,
allowing a look of panic to appear.  "Don't fall for it, Jack," said Billy,
"he's winding you up.  He'll have something worked out.  A giant sponge
maybe."  It was Billy's turn to wind Jack up.  I reached over to a plastic
bucket.  In it was a couple of feet of hose.  I laid the hose in the pool
until it was full of piss, then siphoned most of it out into the bucket.
The last quarter of an inch or so wouldn't siphon, but that was easy to get
up with - as Billy had correctly foreseen - a sponge (though one of
ordinary size was sufficient).  Four minutes later the bucket was almost
full.  (Lest any reader query the physics of this I should point out that
naturally I had placed the pool on the raised part of the floor in the
window space, thus allowing the siphon to operate.  The potentiometer might
have fazed me as a 13-year-old, but I'm not silly.)

Two minutes with the sponge plied by Jack while I emptied the bucket saw
the pool reasonably piss-free, but the three of us were still wet - just
how we all liked it.  "Now, Jack, bring that thing over here and remind me
how much I've missed having all those red-hot black inches up me."  "Yes,
my lord."

To the boy's credit, even though the pool was slippery and both he and I
wet, he fucked me for a very satisfying 20 minutes or more.  Billy lay back
in the early stages, but - as these things will do - some of the beer made
a wholly welcome re-emergence while Jack was busy.  I was naturally on my
back, my ankles behind Jack's neck, so that Billy's piss (he was standing
with his feet by my ears) rained onto my belly and cock.  I grasped myself
and used the stream to wank (at that stage of being out of it I was less
careful about piss spraying everywhere than I should have been).  I came
gloriously - I didn't count the jets but it went on for what seemed like
ages, pulse after pulse ... Jack was near ... Jack was there ... yesss!
... and I did count his pulses - 9 in all, each accompanied by what, to my
over-sensitive arse, screaming for it never to end, felt like a cock fully
twice as fat and twice as hot filling me filling me ...

As Jack and I had come Billy felt like joining the cumfest, and as I lay
back, still enjoying the heat of Jack's cock and Jack's cum up my arse,
Billy, still standing where he had pissed on me, took less than a minute of
fast wanking to deliver an immense amount of spunk onto my belly.  As he
groaned and the spunk shot onto me my cock reasserted itself - I was
delighted that it could do so only two minutes or so after a pretty
monstrous come - and greeted Billy's torrent and my hands (gathering it all
up) with a decent semi.  "Fuck off, Dab, that's mine - I've earned it,"
muttered Jack.  I was only too happy for him to harvest what he could
before all three of us went - separately - for a much-needed shower.  While
Billy, then Jack, were showering I mopped out the pool and applied
disinfectant.  As the bedder would be in to make the bed I let the air out
and stowed it away.  George and I had used the thing often enough for me to
be able to take it from being rank with piss to all nice and clean and
deflated in less than 10 minutes.  When Jack emerged, clean and damp, he
was amazed.  "Where is it?"  I told him that it would be re-inflated in
good time for the boys the next day.

By the time I came back from the shower those two buggers were all over
each other in bed.  It would be a good weekend, I decided.

*****

During the Saturday morning I showed Cambridge to Billy and Jack.  We were
expecting the boys just before 2, so the three of us had a bar lunch in the
Anchor, having spent a happy hour punting.  I explained that Edward had no
inkling of the existence of the pool, and I had never done anything
involving piss with him.  "Why not?" asked Jack.  I told him that after
Gordon had showed such enthusiasm for golden showers at Christmas I'd
bought the pool, but since the two of us satisfied each other's needs in
that department we'd agreed that we didn't need to share.  "Pompous
bugger," said Billy, "but what about today?  Isn't the pool going to be in
use?"  "Not immediately, no.  It isn't blown up.  Why don't the five of us
just do the sort of things we're all expecting to do, then if the pool gets
mentioned by Gordon - it won't, but just in case it does - we can take it
from there."  I noticed a meaningful exchange of looks between Billy and
Jack.  "What was that about?" I asked.  Jack said it was silly to keep
something as promising out of view.  "I don't mind if it's not there today,
but I think I might bring the subject up if no-one else does, then if
Edward sounds keen you can blow it up for tomorrow."  What if Edward's
horrified?"  "Dab, that's so unlike you," said Billy, "when has 'what might
someone think?' ever stopped you?  If Edward's scared you've still got
Gordon to fuck and play swimming games with.  For all you know Edward may
be just as keen as you are."  "We are," added Jack.  We left it there.  By
1.45 the three of us were ready, bladders nicely empty, arses nicely
lubricated.  That was when Jack produced three butt plus from the suitcase
- two of the smaller ones and the biggie.  "I thought they might like to
have one up all night," he explained, "ready for tomorrow."

*****

By half past five, when two somewhat tired trebles, showered and
presentable, put their clothes back on there had been much spunk spilled
and much conversation about how matters might develop the following
afternoon.  At one stage I thought a fight might break out when Edward,
learning that Gordon and I had been pursuing a special interest of which he
had been unaware, said - rather more loudly than was wise - "you cunt,
Gordon!"  Gordon not unnaturally rather resented this, and had not Jack
selflessly interposed himself blows might have been struck.  (I think Jack
quite liked the interposition, as it had been one he had been more actively
involved in not twenty minutes earlier.  On that occasion spunk had rained
upon him, rather than blows.) But perhaps I should go back to a few minutes
before two o'clock.

There was a small tap and the door opened.  Gordon was first in.  His eyes
lit up when he saw Jack, and he ran forward.  "Hello Jack, I've waited a
long time for this."  Jack ruffled the boy's hair, "so have I, Blondie," he
said softly.  It was unlike Edward to hang back, so I pulled him into a
hug.  "This is Billy - you've heard me go on about him often enough.  That
one's Jack, and when he lets Gordon go maybe you can go and get a feel -
it's worth it."  I saw no point in pretending that the purpose of the
afternoon was merely social.  Jack heard this and released Gordon.  "Come
on, Edward, Dab raves about you as well."  Three minutes later we were all
stripped ready for action.  Five naked males, all - as I say - ready for
action, were sitting on the bed in a horseshoe shape.  Me in the middle,
Gordon and Edward next to me, Jack next to Gordon and Billy next to Edward.
Gordon couldn't take his eyes off Jack's cock - neither could Edward, but
Jack was in pole position.  "Can I touch it?" he said softly.  "None of
that," said Billy, "if you don't know Dab's rules by now something's amiss.
You do what you want, and if the other guy says 'no', then you stop.  If he
says nothing you carry on."  So saying he pushed Edward gently onto his
back and applied the Billy lips to the 4 inches in front of him.  The
application of the Billy tongue brought forth sounds from Edward that could
not be mistaken for 'no'.  Gordon looked at Jack.  "Well?"

Jack did what was wanted, and as a good host I smiled to myself that my
guests were all enjoying themselves - and each other.  Nothing had been
planned, nothing said, but both Billy and Jack knew instinctively that
their first encounter with these two young cocks would be productive.  All
three of us knew that little time would be needed for this first round to
be accomplished.  What none of knew then (Edward told us only a few minutes
later) that the two of them had made a pact that neither of them would come
for four days - four days! an unheard-of time at their age - so that mighty
quantities of spunk would be available.  What they hadn't worked out was
that, such is the nature of these things, the huge build-up of spunk would
be delivered at the earliest available opportunity.  Thus it was that both
Billy and Jack were treated to ejaculations both more fierce and more
voluminous than either of them had expected from boys of that age

Edward was first.  I knew the signs only too well.  He used to groan in a
way that no other about-to-come boy or man had done in my hearing, and it
amazed me that a treble could emit a sound so deep in the bass register.  I
looked over - as I expected his stomach muscles began to ripple as though
they were winding up to force out some major shit (which I suppose, mutatis
mutandis, they were).  I knew that about four seconds would elapse before
Billy's treat began to manifest itself, so I turned my eyes to Billy's
face.  It was half-buried in Edward's crutch, but I bent down in time to
see Billy's eyes shoot open.  I smiled.  Lucky Billy!  Lucky Edward too, of
course.

The excitement (as far as I was concerned) being over on that side of me I
turned to see how Gordon was faring.  As I expected, Jack was giving him
the deep-throat treatment, and his lips were hard against Gordon's belly.
Jack's hands were under Gordon, lifting the boy as far into Jack's mouth as
could be engineered.  Jack's I'm-nearly-there sounds were quite different -
more a sort of repeated 'mmmf, mmmf' than anything else.  He wasn't there
yet though.  I watched, loving the expressions which crossed his face like
illuminated signs.  His eyes were sometimes tight shut, sometimes wide
open, sometimes almost rolling back in his head as Jack put years of
practice into his task ... then ... "mmmf ... mmmf ... AAAH! ... oh
... fuck ... oh, Jack, Jesus."

Jack wasn't prepared to give Gordon any recovery time beyond what he needed
himself to savour, then swallow, the new-tasting spunk he'd harvested.
"You come big, Gordon, not bad for a 14-year-old."  That was when we
learned of their prolonged abstinence.  "Knees up then, your eyes have been
out on stalks from the moment you saw this thing.  It's now going inside."
Gordon's smile indicated a lack of fear at the insertion of such a big
cock.  "It's a good inch - maybe more - than I've had before, Jack, but
that just means it'll be a whole lot better," and he wriggled into
position.  Jack busied himself in warm-up manoeuvres.  Gordon sighed
happily.  That fate widely thought to be worse than death held no terrors
for him.

Billy jumped.  "What?"  Edward had poked him in the ribs.  "I've got an
arse too, Billy."  Billy acknowledged that it was so and, having examined
it carefully, announced that it looked eminently ripe for being fucked.

This host business meant that I was missing out on more of my party than I
really wished.  Still, the afternoon was young.  I knew that it would be
Dab time sooner or later.  In the meantime on either side of the bed two
innocent-looking boys were being prepared by my two guests.  Jack was
rimming Gordon, venturing into the depths with his fingers from time to
time.  Gordon liked the invasions of the depths, a liking signalled by
drops of precum appearing, but swiftly disappearing again as Jack licked
them up.  Jack's licks weren't always confined to the mere gathering of
precum, to the squirming delight of Gordon, flat on his back, his knees
keeping his ears warm and his arse available for such things as Jack might
feel impelled to do to it.  "Oh, oh," he kept saying.  Jack smiled and
murmured "plenty of time, Gordon, we've all afternoon."  "But I've got to
fit Billy in as well," he panted, "Dab too."  "In that case I'd better get
going," said Jack, and without any warning his cock was at the gateway
... and in, all the way in.  "Oh Jesus, Jack, that's ... oh ... Dab, this
is ... oooh!"  I do like it when boys are rendered incoherent by the
inexorable insertion of a big cock.  The boys like it as well, which is
nice.

Billy looked across and exchanged a grin with Jack.  While I'd been
watching Jack Billy had been rimming Edward, who had been cooing with
pleasure.  "Put it in, Billy," he whispered, "all of it, like Jack did."
He did.

Neither Jack nor Billy was in any hurry once they were in.  Each boy put
his arms round the shoulders above him, seeking to get another inch of cock
where it was most wanted.  "Hard, Billy," whispered Edward, "I need it hard
today."  Billy, as I've often said, is incredibly versatile, and of all the
people who've fucked me he's probably the one with the biggest bag of
tricks.  It helps, of course, that I love him.  Billy can do fast, and he
can do slow, but what's really special is that he can do fast and
long-lasting - a rare combination in my experience.  This was just what
Edward wanted - what any 13-year-old in his position would have wanted -
and it's what Billy took his time in delivering.

Gordon had heard what Edward had whispered to Billy, and he issued the same
instruction to Jack.  Jack was still only 15, however, and hadn't yet
acquired Billy's skill, so his hard fuck - and it was certainly hard -
lasted less than ten minutes.  Gordon was loving every thrust, each
squeezing an 'oof' as the ebony hit guts.  At last Jack found an extra
burst of speed, culminating in a deep groan as he fired what Gordon said
afterwards was more squirts of spunk that he'd ever had up him.  "You're
bloody good, Jack," he murmured as he bathed in the glow of an arseful of
fresh spunk.  "So I'm told," said Jack softly.

Meanwhile Billy was still some way from coming.  Edward was covered in
sweat.  I reckoned they had a good ten minutes to go.  Jack slipped out and
Gordon - wise enough not to ask - dived round and had the wilting remains
(still bigger than anything else in the room) in his mouth before you could
spit.  "Mmm, you're a find, Gordon - I wish I hadn't missed out on your
arse and your mouth at Christmas," Gordon paused long enough in his
cleansing to mutter "me too".  Gordon is a very thorough boy, and it's to
his credit that he had not quite finished his task when there was a sigh
from beside me as Billy started to come.  "Count, Edward," I whispered.
Edward's eyes were shut; Edward was somewhere else; Billy pulsed and
pulsed.  Half a minute later, when both were still Edward opened his eyes,
brighter than I remembered having seen them.  "Nine, I think."  "That's
because your sexy arse magicked them," I said, "you've never had that much
from me though."  Billy moved forward to be attended to, but Edward was
much less thorough than Gordon had been with Jack.  After three minutes two
guests were lying on their backs, still panting, each with a very satisfied
boy in his arms.

Neither Edward nor Gordon had come again while he was being fucked, but
both had hard cocks.  Gordon, the braver of the two (or perhaps merely
because he had been fucked by Jack) suggested that he and Edward should
kneel on either side of Jack and wank onto him.  "Trails of spunk on your
belly would look really cool, Jack."  Jack chuckled, "yeah, OK, white boys.
Make a pretty picture," and he lay back in X-formation, "do your worst."
The boys set to, and it very quickly became a wanking race.  Edward was
first, shooting three lines onto Jack's belly.  Gordon was half a minute
behind and his four lines criss-crossed Edward's, making a fine lattice.

A vast quantity of spunk had found new resting places, but mine was all
still where it had been all day.  "My turn," I said, and bent to lick the
bounty off Jack's belly as I had done so often before (but never spunk from
those two sets of balls).  "Now I need to fuck someone," I said, "with all
that protein in me I could fuck all afternoon."  "Before you start, Dab,
can we piss?  I'm bursting," said Gordon, "can we blow the pool up?"
Edward said, "why don't you just go and piss, G, you know where the bog
is?"  Gordon was stuck for a quick answer, and in the silence Jack said,
"you piss with him, don't you, Dab?"  I nodded.  Gordon, seeing no reason
not to, now that the cat was out of the bag, described to Edward in some
detail what passed between him and me in the pool.  "You cunt, Gordon!  You
might have fucking told me."

Happily Jack stepped in to stop any possibility of blows.  My anticipated
fuck would have to wait while I blew up the pool.  "Can you wait 5 minutes,
Gordon?"  He shook his head.  "Oh well, I'll just have to take the pressure
off a bit, but only a bit, mind?"  Gordon nodded, and to Edward's amazement
I put my lips round Gordon's cock and he started to ease the pressure.
"He's not ... drinking it?"  "Yup," said Jack, "we all do."


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The fun continues in Chapter 65 as Edward finds a new exciting interest.

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