Date: Tue, 2 Jun 2020 07:53:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 65 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. 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 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 65 Edward's introduction to golden showers - seeing Gordon piss in my mouth - startled him, but happily did not disgust him. Rather it awoke an intense curiosity to know more about this arcane, and hitherto unimagined, practice. Hearing Gordon describe (in considerable detail) what he and I had been doing in the pool in the last several months led Edward to decide that catching-up was needed. "Let me get this right," he said, "you and Deb piss on each other, you piss in each others' mouth, and Dab pisses up your arse." Gordon nodded, "yeah, that's about it, except Dab's never pissed in my mouth." "Why not? Are you a cissy, Gordon?" That was fighting talk from Edward. "Come 'ere, Dab," said Gordon. "No," I said, for I was in the middle of blowing up the pool, "in 2 minutes you shall have your desire." That gave Gordon time to think of something Edward couldn't wriggle out of. When I'd blown it up we all got in and sat, a bit like Sunday School kids at a picnic, tastefully disposed round the edge. Gordon got up and knelt in front of me. "This is how it's done, E, come and try. When I've got a mouthful Dab'll piss in your mouth." Edward was trapped: there was no way out. Billy grinned at Jack. "See how well Dab's got his boys trained," he murmured. I stood up and Gordon got his lips round my cock - still soft luckily - and looked up at me. I smiled down at the blond head in a position in which it had been so often, though always up till then seeking spunk rather than piss. I started and watched his face. His eyes opened wide, but apart from that there was no change. I felt him swallow - good, I thought, for I was afraid he'd let it dribble out. "OK, that's enough, it's Edward's turn," I said. Gordon released my cock with a twinge of regret, but made a great show of smacking his lips and rolling his eyes theatrically. "My! that was tasty, Dab, I don't know why I've been missing out." Comment was unnecessary as Edward had psyched himself up to follow. Was he expecting to be nauseated, or perhaps he was going to find it as thrilling as having a mouthful of spunk? Edward advanced and took my cock in. It had been between those lips often enough, but on this occasion I thought it only right to make it even more welcome than usual. I took his head in my hands and stroked his hair. "Oh God, Edward, that's so hot," I muttered, "now here it comes ..." and I felt a stream of piss enter his mouth. He'd evidently studied what Gordon had done with some care, because he also swallowed ... and swallowed ... and went on swallowing as I, seeing he was enjoying it, went on pissing. "Leave some for me," said Gordon, moving forward to push Edward off the teat. So successfully was Edward unfastened that I managed to piss copiously on both of them before Gordon could re-attach himself. Edward's wasn't pleased, but when he heard Jack and Billy laughing he quickly decided that there would be more chance of fun - even of this new yellow variety - if he went along with the mood od merriment. "Do you guys piss too?" he asked. "In the words Dab likes to use, Edward, 'suck it and see'," said Jack, generously offering his cock for the trial. Gordon did; Gordon saw; Gordon swallowed. Seeing this Billy, alone of the five of us in not being involved, slithered across the pool and fastened his lips round Gordon's cock. "I think that's telling you he doesn't want to be left out," said Jack, still with a fair amount of piss in him. Fifteen minutes later Edward was wholly converted to a new way of emptying bladders - his as well as others'. "The real test," said Gordon," is whether you'll let me piss in your mouth while you piss in mine - sort of pissy 69." "Can't see the problem," said a very insouciant Edward - the same boy who, half an hour earlier, had suggested that his co-piss-69er was a cunt. All forgiven now. The rest of the afternoon served to demonstrate that a boy newly-introduced to piss orally was even more enthusiastic about piss rectally. "I know you two make damn sure there's nothing up there when you're going for a fuck, but remember it's even more important if you're going to get pissfucked," I said, all serious for a moment. I noticed a grin appear on Gordon's face, disappearing as fast as it had arrived: no-one else saw it. After the pissing had finished Jack was still looming large in the boys' eyes. "How long is it?" asked Gordon. "There's only one way to find out," I said, handing him a ruler. Careful stimulation by both boys enabled Jack to reach 11 inches (which pleased him greatly) and a further measurement after it had done (in Edward's arse) what both of them wanted it to do clocked it in at 9. As I had done so often before I envied him for his inches: unlike so many men I'd encountered with big cocks he knew how to use it to bring as much pleasure to the other person as it afforded him. Edward and Gordon had, at a very early stage in their active sex lives, been fortunate to encounter such a large cock so well employed. Jack was pleased too, so he made a great show of producing rewards for them. "Here," he said, producing the three butt plugs, "stick one up each of you in bed tonight after you've pissed. See if you can keep it in till we see you tomorrow. The big one stays here though, but feast your eyes upon it! Dab will keep it here to remind you of me after tomorrow." "You can take them out if you need a shit," I said, "but wash them and stick them back in again after." Gordon and Edward accepted their new toys with alacrity. ***** When they appeared the following day they were both very proud that the butt plugs had, except for the brief time I had suggested, remained in situ. "Were they difficult to keep in?" asked Billy. "Yeah, but we talked about it and wore a couple of pairs of pants under our pyjamas," said Gordon. "Pyjamas," mused Jack, "there's a word you don't hear where we live." That afternoon followed much the same pattern, though this time I'd inflated the pool before the three of us went to the Anchor, and I'd brought some soft drinks for the boys. Had it not been for Evensong I'd have offered them a pint (one only) each, but the risk of missing those top Cs (they were doing the Allegri Miserere, and Edward was the solo) was too great. "Another time, I promise," I told them, "one of our midweek sessions next term." But that's ages," complained Edward. "Tough shit," I said heartlessly, "when you're my age you can drink as much beer as you like, but you'll never hit a top C again." The boys agreed that though there was a great deal of fun to be had as an adult there were things to be savoured in the dying months of childhood as well. "I might grow up to be a tenor," said Edward, causing an outburst of mirth (and more piss - we were all still in the pool) from Gordon. "And you called me a cunt! Tenors are the worst, E, you know that." A brief discussion of the comparative merits of tenors and basses (limited inevitably only to those in the Fisher choir) ensued; merits of the voice, of the sheer arrogance or otherwise of its owner, and (inevitably) of the sexual performance of the voice's owner. As far as Edward and Gordon were concerned (and their views were identical) the two basses who fucked them were far better at it than the tenor. "Though Lucy's cock's bigger," added Edward. "Lucy?" "Tenor, really up his own arse," said Gordon, "called after some tenor ages ago. Big cock, big ego, bloody useless at seeing E and I enjoyed it." "And did you?" asked Billy. "Not a lot, but it's really big, which helps," said Edward. Jack was silent. Jack, bigger than Lucy (we were assured), but bloody good at gratifying boys (and men); Jack who quietly said that were it possible to arrange for Lucy to have lessons in love-making he would be happy to oblige. More piss left cocks involuntarily as we all fell about. It was not thought likely that Lucy would wish to avail himself of such generosity. It was 3 o'clock; we had another two hours before the boys would have to shower and get ready to sing those top Cs. The pool was full of piss, so I emptied it out again while the other four took turns to shower quickly. By the time the pool was empty and cleaned, and I was showered, all five of us were ready for sex on dry land, or at least in my nice big all-encompassing bed. Gordon and Edward had made it very clear that each of them wanted to be fucked by both Billy and Jack. "You can fuck us any time, Dab," which seemed reasonable enough, though the opportunities for my doing so would perhaps dry up for good in a couple of weeks as term ended. Would they still be in the choir in October - fully 5 months of voice-breaking potential? I suppose if I'm honest I had to confess that all the ball-stretching activities in which I was so keen a participant might actually be advancing the dread day when voices dropped, balls having (delightfully) already done so. So Billy and Jack were drawn lots over by two pink-arsed cherubs. Edward got Jack first and Gordon Billy. In order to give them room I sat back in my armchair and watched. The showering had perhaps dislodged any arse lubrication still remaining after piss-fucking, so Billy and Jack were diligent in applying more where it might be needed. As both had nice big cocks the fingers doing the anointing penetrated well inside. Squeaks, moans, sighs - all were heard as the questing fingers did their work. Tongues were brought into play, and mouths engulfed hot hard cocks. More moans and sighs were in evidence, as were softly-uttered words of encouragement. Naturally as things progressed these words became more urgent and less softly-uttered. Jack, knowing he would have to perform twice in less than two hours, led the way, his many inches slowly appearing to be gobbled up by Edward's hungry arse. The contrast of black being swallowed up by white - pale white as befitted a non-nudist boy the rest of whose body was a nice bronze (it had been a sweltering spring, like most were nowadays) - was as erotic to me, a mere watcher, as it must have been to the cock's driver and the arse being driven. Once in Jack didn't hang about, and Edward was treated to a fast ride - a ride which afterwards he described as being the most thrilling he had had in his entire life. While this wasn't exactly tactful in Billy's presence and mine I could understand the effect of the extra inches deep inside an arse that wasn't all that accustomed to great size. Happy Edward! I knew (though he did not) that the fuck he would soon receive from Billy would be much longer-lasting, and more likely to be so pleasuring that it would cause Edward to come all over himself before it was done. "Well now, Gordon," said Billy as the two of them prepared for their first fuck, "I've been watching you. You seem to have enjoyed all the things you've been doing, and all the things that have been done to you. How would you like to be fucked by Dab's boyfriend?" Gordon giggled. "My mum plays that game. She asks me how I want my egg done, and I say 'boiled' or fried' or whatever. She calls it 'adjectives'." "Ah, but we're playing a different game, Gordon. This one's called 'adverbs'. So I ask again, how would you like to be fucked?" Gordon didn't hesitate. "Slowly, deeply, erotically; how's that? Oh, and on top. Dab does it like that sometimes and it's good to have a change. That's what mum says, but I don't think she means it about fucking." Having briefly met Monica I found it hard to envisage either conversation. Billy looked at me over the vigorously coupling pair beside him. "You've broadened their horizons as well as their arses, Dab." It was true: one does one's best to educate young impressionable minds. Billy moved onto his back. "Climb on, Gordon, you're in charge," he said softly. Gordon, however, was in no hurry. "I'm not sure I'm wet enough, Billy, I don't want you to hurt me with that thing. Would you make sure please," and the imp scooted round so that his arse was in front of Billy's face, just exactly in the right place for the application of tongue. "Mmm," he murmured moments later when Billy took the hint, "I love it when Dab does that, Billy, and ... mmm, yes ... but I'm still not certain I'm ready." Two more minutes passed before Gordon felt able to suggest that the preliminaries had now been fully accomplished and that the main action could begin. "Yeah, Billy, that's good, but I need you to fuck me now," and so saying he moved so that he was crouched over Billy facing him, his arse only an inch above Billy's cock. "Hold it there while I get it in," he muttered. Billy obeyed, holding his cock vertically while the 14-year-old gently lowered himself, his arse cheeks held widely apart to accommodate the much-desired hot thing below it. Billy is incredibly patient, and in his shoes I'd have found it very hard not to thrust yup once I felt arse lips welcoming my cock, but Billy, as I say, is better able to restrain himself than I. God knows - each of us is very keen to have our cocks in arse of that age - but maybe the extra months Billy has have made him wiser. It was therefore left to Billy to allow Sir Isaac to lower him fully onto Billy. Once Sir Isaac had done his thing and Gordon had sighed deeply ("oh Christ, Billy, that's so fucking good") Billy reached up and put his arms round the boy, pulling him down onto his chest so that they could kiss. Billy's cock remained fully up Gordon's arse while their tongues wrestled happily for some time, then Gordon raised himself, his fingers tweaking Billy's hard nipples. "Come on Billy, fuck the living daylights out of me." Isn't it strange how such seemingly violent instructions can bring about the most erotically sensitive and ecstatic outcome? If Gordon's desire was to be interpreted literally 'living daylights' consisted on a great deal of sweat and a fine outburst of spunk, for these were all that the fuck managed to make appear. Of sighing and moaning there was plenty, and when Billy eventually thrust hard upwards, coming deep several minutes after Gordon, I was almost in tears of happiness myself. After the prolonged fuckings - the second round of which was completed with still well over half an hour before we'd have to call it a day - the four of them were lying spunkily on the bed and I was still in my armchair. "Well," I said pointing to it," here is a cock and two balls anxious to join in. You lot have all come dozens of times but poor old Dab is untouched by human hand. Who will help?" Jack snorted; Billy chuckled: neither of them was moved to offer a helping hand. The boys leapt into life. "Come on, E," said Gordon, "Dab's been kind and let us be ravished by these two monsters on his nice bed. You and I will give him the thrill of his lifetime." I wondered what Gordon had in mind: had they planned something, or would the infinitely inventive mind of a naked lusted-up pair bent on more orgasms lead them to something memorable? "On all fours, Dab," said Gordon, "Edward's going to fuck you while you have me at the other end." "Woo!" cried Jack, "spit-roasting time for Dab - that's a first." It was, and as soon as Gordon had said it I wondered why such a delight hadn't occurred to me - or to any pair of willing players - before. Thus it was that in C6 in Fisher College, Cambridge on Sunday 6 June 2038 I first underwent that delightful torture. It would not be the last, although the combined ages of the spit-roasters would never be as low as 27 again, alas. Edward advanced upon his target with care ("got to be sure you're able to take it all, Dab") and spent, as a good boy should, enough time to ensure that I was well prepared for penetration. Meanwhile Gordon knelt in front of me, his cock temptingly drawn, with foreskin retracted, across my lips, affording me a taste overload of randy recently-come boy. Time stood still. Edward, satisfied that I could withstand his worst, placed his cock where I'd been desperate for it for what seemed like hours. "Yes, Edward, fuck me, fuck me like the lusty little bugger you are." There is something about being fucked by a boy of 13. The raw energy is immense, and by the nature of things it's expended very quickly. Afterwards he confessed that I wasn't his first fuck. "Gordon's let me fuck him a couple of times so I didn't cum up you as soon as I got it in." Praise for such forethought was showered on both boys. Gordon grinned. "He lasted about 10 seconds up me the first time." "Yeah, and when you fucked me half an hour later you only kept it in for about the same." "Children, children," said Billy, "what matters is that you're getting better at it. Edward lasted nearly 2 minutes with Dab just now." "And very special minutes they were, Edward," I said, drawing him into my arms, "you were great, Tiger, especially when you hoovered all your spunk back out of me again - I wasn't expecting that." Edward confessed that he hadn't invented it - one of his bass choirmen liked doing it that way. It's rewarding that men of 20 and boys of 13, united by a love of choral singing, can explore so many other things together. I have to report than Gordon lasted a little longer in my mouth than Edward had done up my arse, and the effusion when it arrived was somehow tastier than I remembered it from innumerable previous occasions. "I expect that's 'cos Edward got you primed for a real treat," Gordon had announced. "Shower, you two, and off you go. Enjoy the Allegri," I said. Ten minutes later they were gone. "What's this Allegri thing?" asked Billy. I explained, then an idea came to me. "It's pretty special - you won't get to hear it again. Why don't the three of us surprise the little darlings and go to Evensong?" Jack wasn't all that keen, but when Billy said he'd be up for it Jack agreed to go as well. In the pub afterwards Billy said it had been magic. "Listening to Edward making such a pure angelic sound, knowing what he'd been doing only three hours before was a most uplifting experience, Dab." ***** The two of them left the next morning after a nice threesome, which was more about cuddling and tenderness than anything else - we were all fairly weary by the time we got to bed. Ten days later Rivers collected me and all my stuff and I was home. Home after a year in Cambridge. Home with 14 weeks before I went back up. Home with Bertie and his doings; home with Billy whom I intended to take back to Inverthrum to see what had been done; home - well, just home where I belonged with those I loved. Before I left I had had what all three of us hoped would not be a final session with Edward and Gordon. "Zip me, and keep in touch, both of you," I said, "and if nothing happens voicewise we'll meet again in October." Mrs Morley had gone to town for a welcome-home dinner that first night, and I made a point of going to the kitchen to thank her afterwards. "The Fisher kitchens are supposed to be among the best in Cambridge, but that dinner beat anything I've eaten there." She blushed and muttered that it was easy to cook for a few whereas catering for three hundred was trickier. "It's nice to have you back, your lordship, and to have a proper menu to prepare. Those two will eat anything, and there's not much imagination required." The next morning I had meetings with Mrs Tallis (still effusive about her holiday in the Caribbean) and Dowland. I told them both that Billy and I would be driving to Inverthrum at the end of June. "Jack will be too tied up with Hester to be allowed time off in summer, so he won't be coming with us." Dowland brought me up to date with the land in East Anglia. "I've had a full report, and it recommends significant action. You'd better read it yourself before we discuss it." He gave me a folder: more homework to read alongside Bertie. "I think we should talk again before you go north." "That urgent?" "No, but the thing about the unexpected is that you can't tell when it's going to happen. Read the report and it'll be much clearer." This was worrying, and I resolved to put it above Bertie in my reading pile. I went to the Library, homework in hand. I unlocked the safe and produced the files. At breakfast Billy had said something about going shopping, and I'd thought nothing of it. It was unusual for me to be reading alone, and as I settled down I wondered what Jack and Billy were reading now. There was no sign of any books lying around put down half-way through. I resolved to ask next time the three of us were together - dinner presumably. I opened Dowland's folder. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 66 as I find I have to make a major decision before Billy and I visit Inverthrum and see the changes there. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================