Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2020 17:46:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 70 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 70 In her office Hester had cleared away all the bits and pieces Jorrocks had gathered round him over the years. On the wall was a big map of the Estate with the different areas marked out in different colours. Beside it was a smaller map of the farms in East Anglia. "He spent some time two days ago staring at the big map," she explained, "and after a while asked whether there was any importance in the different colours. I told him that, since he had already identified an area of research, he needn't write it in an envelope the next morning, but his task would be to go round the whole Estate to see if there was a difference, and if so what it was." I looked carefully, knowing that Hester was seeing whether I could work it out. "There must be a reason, otherwise you wouldn't have wasted his time on a wild goose chase," I said, playing for time. She nodded. After a couple of minutes I thought I had worked some of it out, and said so, adding "but I'd rather wait to see what Jack comes up with. That way I shall learn something as well." She grinned, "we'll see, sir. My guess is that he will find most of the reasons, but not all of them. That may be where your views will be most useful." Curiouser and curiouser, I thought. "I don't run to home-brewed ginger cordial," she said, "but I take the liberty of providing a civilized lunch-time potion for us both each day, especially in this heat. Today the potion has had a third pint added," and she opened a small frig and produced a couple of bottles from the cellar. "Good," I said, "I'm sure it's well-earned." She asked about the farms in east Anglia and I told her that Dunstable and I had agreed to sell and invest in land elsewhere. "Higher up and further inland," I said. She nodded, "that makes a lot of sense, sir. I won't bother involving Jack in finding out about them, then." Just then Jack appeared, hot and out of breath. Hester opened the frig and silently handed him an opened bottle. "God, I needed that," he said when half of it had disappeared. "Hello, Dab, come to see our little home from home?" "Enough of that, Jack," said his immediate boss, "lunch, and you tell us what's what." "Has Dab seen the map?" I nodded. "Right. The green bits are the lawns; the red bits are flowers, some for the house but mainly decorative beds in front of the house; there are more flowers in the small greenhouse; the blue bits are vegetables, again some for us but mostly for market; the yellow and orange bits are fruit. Am I right so far?" Hester nodded, "yes, that's right. Why are the yellow and orange different?" "I couldn't work it out, Hester. It's not the time they're ripe, and it's not whether they're hardy. What have I missed?" "Think about picking them." No more than ten seconds passed - his face lit up. "It's whether they need a ladder. Yellow is ground-growing fruit and orange is trees." "Well done, Jack. Now think about whether that's the right mix of produce for the Estate in say the next five to ten years." She got their lunch from the frig and I opened mine. Good old-fashioned Ploughman's (yes, I know it's a modern invention, and no-one who handled a plough ever ate a Ploughman's Lunch, but as far as the three of us sitting there that day were concerned it had all the merits of being traditional) with home-made bread and our own beer. Despite the fact that the World was going to Hell in a handcart (and had, as you will learn, a great deal further to go) life in Staffordshire that June day in 2038 was pretty good. Apart from Seb - how could I have forgotten? Jack was in full flow again. "It's going to get hotter and wetter - that's what everyone's saying. We've got plenty of water, but it might become harder if the rainfall is going to be more like heavy downpours all the time. That doesn't fill the reservoirs because the soil's too dry to let it soak in, and you just get floods. So soft fruit might be tricky if the ground is too soggy - maybe we should build more greenhouses and go for more exotic fruit. It might get a better price too." I was impressed - his knowledge wasn't just horticulture, but the business side of what the Estate was about was clearly something he took an interest in. Jack was going on about drainage, which he thought was good and needed no improvement. "I don't know enough about how different vegetable crops react to hotter and wetter conditions, but I can't believe there won't need to be some changes." Hester got up and picked a well-thumbed book from the shelf behind her. "Read this then, and write me a recommendation by lunch-time the day after tomorrow." Jack grinned. "I love the way Hester makes me learn things for myself, Dab." We sat there for another half hour during which Hester teased a great deal of information out of her pupil, and I saw a facet of Jack which I hadn't seen before - a young man confident in his skin, knowledgeable about a newly-acquired skill, and keen to expend his understanding. My heart melted: this frightened little boy, orphaned and abused, had turned into a rounded happy individual. "Off you go then," said Hester, "what needs done?" "The lawns need mowing, but I'm not doing that while the sun's on them. After 4 it'll begin to be shaded. I'm off to the fruit trees - I think that damn blight might be back." When he had whirlwinded out Hester boiled a kettle. "Coffee, I think, and the boy's future." I nodded. "You have a recommendation?" "We've joked about Kew, you and I, but that would be a bad idea. The world has enough experts in flowers and flowers, while being nice, aren't going to be important in the rest of his lifetime. Growing food is what's going to be increasingly important. This little island ought to grow a damn sight more of its food that we have done for over 100 years. We can't rely on importing stuff - look how so many ordinary food items ran into shortages in the last 20-odd years. Remember the queues after the Rupture? - well, my hunch is that they will seem pretty small beer by the time Jack's my age." This was sobering stuff. "What does that mean for Jack?" "He's no interest in farming, and anyway you're selling the farms, but he needs to get a thorough understanding of all the food crops - not cereals, because we will never be able to compete with the big agribusinesses - but fruit and vegetables. That's where his interest lies - you saw how he wanted to see about the blight (he's right, by the way, it is back)." I remembered how proprietorially he had overseen 'his' pumpkins. "Are there places he could specialise in those?" "Yes," and she handed me some leaflets from various colleges, "look over these, and maybe we can talk about it again in a few days." I told her that Billy and I were going to Inverthrum in a few days, and filled her in on Dodo's news. I had been right that Jack's mind was so focused on his task that he hadn't remembered to tell her. She was horrified. "That's terrible in this day and age. I hope the police do their job." "Let's hope so, Hester. Can a decision about college wait until I get back - 10 days or so?" "Of course it can - we won't need to make an application until October if he's to start a year after that." I thanked her. I was really glad she and Pam had come to live with us. "We're an funny mixed bunch here, but it works for us all, I think," I said simply. She smiled. "Pam and I are very happy, and everyone seems to be happy. In a hard world outside this place is a little oasis." She turned to me. "That's entirely down to you, sir. You have a wise head on you." The Cunliffe cheeks glowed and I murmured something appropriate. ***** Billy and Dodo got back at around 5. Seb was conscious but an X-ray showed a fractured skull. The hospital seemed quite relaxed about it though. According to Dodo they had said it was "an ordinary fracture; we see them like this all the time". I didn't see how any skull fracture could be ordinary, but if the experts weren't too worried I had to accept their judgement. Dodo wasn't happy at all - understandably enough - and had spent the whole of the journey back from the hospital telling a patient Billy that "it just wouldn't do". I managed to stifle my laugh: this was language so far removed from the Dodo I'd brought to live here. Seb's influence was all to easy to see, and all too easy to rejoice in. I wondered what changes Dodo had wrought in Seb. I offered then both a beer - it was still stifling and they'd been cooped up in the hospital all day. "No, Dodo wants to have their car so he can go home tomorrow. I'll drive him there and we'll drive both cars back tonight. Then he can go to see Seb himself tomorrow." I promised that a beer - or even two - would await their return later. I went to have a word with Mrs Tallis to see whether dinner could be put back half an hour. It turned out that the meal was going to be cold anyway (too hot for anything else, so it made sense) so I shooed the two of them off. "Dinner is at 8. You'll be back before then." That left me two hours with Jack, who came in just as the other two were leaving. I explained what was happening, and he was relieved that Dodo would be here again that night. "Make the most of it, Jack, as he'll be at home tomorrow sorting things out." I told him about Seb and he was as alarmed as Dodo. I tried to get him to see that the medics knew what they were talking about, but Jack's life experience - and it was much more relevant than mine - was that black kids with fractured skulls were on the way out. Luckily Seb wasn't black, but I found no words for saying that to Jack, so I made no comment. I made him shower and promised him a beer in the Library when he came back down. That restored his high spirits. "We have talking to do, Jack." I told him what Hester had said, and found that he agreed with her about growing food. They had talked about it, apparently, and it had been Jack who had started the conversation. "If you're going to sell the farms we'll need to produce more fruit and vegetables or we might lose the Land Exemptions." These gave us favourable treatment for things like fertilizer supply, often severely rationed, and labour. Jack pointed out that we'd need more casual labour than we did in east Anglia. This was clearly a subject about which he and Hester - and Dunstable too, no doubt - knew far more than I did, and I made a mental note to have an hour with Dunstable to put that right. How many more things were there, I wondered, that I should find out about. Jack appeared and the first pints were seen disposed of. "I've been looking at the stuff Hester gave me about college," I said, hoping that he would volunteer some idea of what he thought. I was not disappointed. "The future is about food. Forget flowers - they won't make an income. I was fascinated by the fruit trees as soon as I got here - you gave me that magic book, and it's looked at just about every day. If the climate gets any hotter the sort of stuff we can grow here will change, and I reckon that a bright expert in that sort of thing will be just the sort of person who will make sure you don't starve in your old age, Dab." "And so that I can avoid starvation I put this bright expert through college, is that it?" He grinned. "Not just any college, this one," and he pointed to the brochure of a place not that far away in Worcestershire. "They know about fruit in those parts," he said, with a reasonable attempt at a country yokel accent, "and more to the point, they know that things are going to change. Look," and he drew my attention to an paragraph making precisely that point. "The College has been teaching young horticulturalists for over 100 years, giving a general understanding of soil, climate and so forth before concentrating on fruit crops of all kinds. However the Board are well aware that climate change has made, and will continue to make, rapid changes to the science and practice of all crop growing, and of fruit in particular. Our three-year course will adapt to changed circumstances and our students will benefit from being in an institution where adaptability will be at the forefront of our teaching, equipping them for a career in a world which will change more rapidly in our industry than it has done since the College's foundation in 1925." "And this is where you want to go?" He nodded. "It's the best, Dab, and it's really important." I put my hand on his - we were sitting next to each other in from of the window - and smiled. His enthusiasm had always been infectious. "Then you shall go to the ball, Cinderella." He grinned, "you're daft, Dab." It was just after 6. The other two wouldn't be back for well over an hour. "Come on," I said, getting up, "if you're entertaining Dodo again I think an hour just the two of us would be fun. Besides, the handsome prince never got to fuck Cinderella." We spent a very happy hour, despite the heat (or perhaps because of it). It had been a long time since Jack and I had had sex together without Billy, and I knew that Billy and I would be having a lot of sex in Inverthrum without Jack. He would be stuck here and Dodo would be stuck at home too. There was no way Jack could be away from his work here, and if Seb was in hospital the shop wouldn't allow Dodo time off. "Would you like it if Dodo slept here while Seb's still in hospital and Billy and I are in Scotland?" His face lit up. "Can he? Are you sure? Oh, Dab," and he buried his head in my neck as he used to do when he first came to live with us. I loved him a little more when he behaved like a little boy. Dodo was like a little boy too when the two of them got back and Jack, unrestrainable loving Jack, told him that a bed awaited them both here until Seb was discharged. "How is he?" I asked, "you rushed off before you had time to say anything apart from the fractured skull.. "He'll be OK. The tests showed nothing wrong apart from that, so the poor sod won't be any the worse off once his head's mended. They say he'll be in for three more nights, then 'he can go back to his family', they said. 'I'm his family.' 'Can you boil an egg and make toast?' I said that my catering skills outreached their poor standards. 'Well in that case you can do all that he'll need. I assume you can provide TLC?' And I, like a fucking idiot, not knowing what TLC was - I thought it was some important medical thing - had to bloody well ask, didn't I?" Hoots of unsympathetic laughter from Billy and me, and a blank look from Jack. I managed to control myself quickly, thank God, because it wasn't their fault that jillies had robbed them of any TLC. "They explained kindly, I hope," I said. Dodo nodded. "When they'd told me I told them that the cuddles Seb would get would be T-est and the L-est that could be asked for. 'Good,' said the doctor, and he gave me a lovely smile. That's the first white dude who's smiled at me when he found out I was queer." Dinner was thus a much more joyful occasion that might have been expected. The great thing about bubbly is that it goes with anything. It went very nicely with Mrs Tallis's cold consommé and salmon. It didn't go well with the raspberries and cream, but only because the first bottle became a dead man while the salmon was still half-eaten, and by common consent the second bottle was kept to be taken upstairs. Upstairs was reached as soon as the coffee was down us, and the bottle accompanied three teenagers replete, but still with one hunger to be satisfied, and the 20-year-old lover of one of them to the bedroom. When we are comfortable on our big bed I opened the bottle. "Here's to Seb," I said, and we drank solemnly. Dodo waved his glass at me. "I want to propose a toast," he said. I liked the formality of his approach to such matters, especially as he was fully erect as well as being bollock naked (as were the rest of us). "Here's to the health of the Fifth Earl of Whatever-it-is and his live-in companions." The second bottle was soon gone, the effects of both bottles rendering any lack of urgency to get on with the serious business of fucking to be forgotten. "When are you and Dab off on your adventure?" asked Dodo. "Day after tomorrow," said Billy, "so you've only got two nights to thank your host and this live-in lover." "In that case I shall work up to His Lordship by ravishing the servants first." I liked Dodo's style - living with Seb had given him wings in the way he came out with things. He went on, "but only the indoor staff. I shall leave the gardener's boy for when we're alone." "Looks like you've got to make do with me again, Dab," said Jack with a grin. "In that case, Billy, why don't you and our guest use the guest bedroom? That way Dodo won't see what he'll be missing until tomorrow." The pair of them heaved themselves up and took themselves off, Dodo muttering something about enjoying a bit of rough. Whether it was himself or Billy who was to do the enjoying remained unclear. "We must do this more often," I said after they had gone. "Twice in one day - it's quite like when you and Dodo first came here." Jack cuddled up to me. "This afternoon you fucked me and made me feel relaxed - I even forgot about Seb. Tonight it's my turn. This is all about you, Dab, because I haven't shown you how much I love you for ages. No, don't say anything. Just let me do what I need to do." I remained silent. I knew that Jack - that both of them - believed I had saved their lives, but I hadn't been aware that Jack felt the way he clearly did. I suppose I should have been - a threesome as close in everything (in and out of bed) as we three were must inevitably level up the feelings of love each member feels for both of the others. Jack arranged me on my back in the X-shape that allowed him full access to every bit of me. Then, to my delight, he produced a blindfold. "You won't see a thing, Dab, and that'll make the rest of you more sensitive to what I might think of doing to you." I was at his mercy: a place I was entirely happy to be. My right big toe was his first point of contact, and very slowly over the next 10 minutes or so the other nine were visited by his lips and tongue. Thank goodness we'd both showered after Round One earlier. My right leg, front and back, occupied him for another few minutes, then the left, on both side stopping at a safe distance from my balls. (My cock was nowhere near being in danger, as it was hard up against my belly, several inches out of the way of his questing mouth.) I wondered briefly where he might choose to land next, thinking it likely to be my nipples or my arse. Nipples. And very nice too. I tried to reach for where I thought his cock might be - I needed something to hold on to - but I couldn't find his body at all: he must have been lying at right angles to me, with only his head on my chest. I had begun to moan softly some time earlier. "Moaning won't get you there any faster, Dab," he whispered, pausing in his nipple work only long enough to plant a chaste kiss on my lips. The other nipple was then graced with his presence. I relaxed again - he was doing a marvellous job. Nipples done, I felt him move on the bed, and his tongue began to trace a live down the centre of my body from the nipple line towards what I hoped would soon be his target. If he was licking downwards then his cock must be near my face, so I raised my head slightly and licked ... empty air. "Nice try, Dab," he whispered, "all in good time." His tongue reached my navel and went a little further. I knew my cock was now only a fraction of an inch from his tongue. Please, Jack, I thought to myself, please. But Jack knew perfectly well what I wanted, and knew that it still wasn't time. I felt the bed move again. Arse time, I thought. I was not wrong. He knelt between my legs and lifted them. When I lowered them, with my knees bent, his lips greeted my lips like old friends. I was seeing rainbows by this time, and as the minutes passed and his tongue was joined by his fingers the rainbows became more intense. I felt four fingers and knew that I had a part to play. "Yes," I whispered, "you've fisted Seb. Do it." I don't know why I suddenly needed to be so much at this boy's mercy, but I knew it had to happen, and happen there and then. "OK," he whispered. Out came his fingers, accompanied as always by a moment of sadness. I heard lube being squirted and applied to my arse. His fingers returned, and in my mind's eye I could see a steeple and a tucked-in thumb making its way into me, into the depths of my being and ... fuck! it hurt ... but only for a few seconds, the pain replaced by an overwhelming sense of heat as a hand filled me ... and pushed further in ... an arm ... the sensation was unlike anything else. I'd been fucked in hundreds of ways by hundreds of cocks, but this was quite different, and it wasn't even a cock. I wondered how I could survive the blinding rainbows in my blindfold. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 71 as Jack continues to amaze me. 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