Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2020 16:57:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 71 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 71 Jack's arm soon reached the point where it could go no further. "Your guts turn a corner there, Dab," he said softly. I couldn't make any coherent reply - all I could do was moan and mutter nonsense like 'fuck ... that's hot', meaningless stuff we all come out with when our senses are overwhelmed. Jack kept his arm exactly where it was - quite still - allowing me to soak up the heat of it, the unfamiliarity of an arm pressing on the inside of my guts over a foot from the open air. "There's a downside to being fisted like this," he whispered, "you'll fart like a fucking volcano." Try not to laugh the next time you're being fisted: it pays to avoid such stress being put on all manner of tender bits of your insides. I failed completely. Jack was amused. "you'd be surprised what that feels like, having your arm laughed on while it's far away up someone's arse, Dab." I tried to stop - it wasn't easy - and Jack helped by drawing his arm out a bit and gently pushing it back in again. "I reckon you deserve to come now," he said, and pulled his arm out quite a bit. His fist was still inside me, but not more than a couple of inches beyond his wrist. "Ready?" he said. I nodded, mute, a bit like someone on a roller-coaster just a few seconds from the end of the long climb up to where the fun would start. "You'll come in less than 5 seconds." As far as I was out of it I didn't think that very likely. Half a minute maybe, but 5 seconds? No way. How wrong I was! Without warning he twisted his fist back and forward inside me as fast as he could. Four knuckles pounded my prostate several times a second and before I could draw breath my cock did exactly what Dab had predicted. There have been dozens - thousands - of orgasms where I have felt, for the few ecstatic seconds, that that orgasm was the best. The first one as a boy, the first one which produced spunk, the first one with Billy, and - as I say - many many others. You must believe me, then, when I say that the orgasm Jack drew from me that night was quite unlike any I'd ever had before (and very rarely since). The thrashing that my prostate was subjected to caused it to deliver a quantity of spunk greater than I could recall having shot before. But it was the manner of it that was astonishing. Orgasms are usually a series of pulses of varying strength - mine are, anyway - but this one (I kid you not) was one enormous outpouring - not a pulse to be felt - rather like water coming from a hose. My cock started to pour spunk out and went on pouring for several seconds (during which time Jack's knuckles maintained their vigorous stimulation). When my cock stopped Jack stopped moving too. "Fuck, Dab!" he said, "I've never seen a cum like that." I couldn't speak, but had I been able to I would have gone further: I didn't think anyone had seen a cum like that. His hand slipped out and he immediately moved onto me, our tongues lit by the passion of my orgasm. We stayed kissing furiously for several minutes, our hands grasping each other's head, stroking, holding close, daring the stars to stop shining. At last he raised himself. "I needed that," he said, "you don't know how much I thank you every day in my mind for what you've done for me - and Dodo - and ... oh, fuck it," and he collapsed back into the spunky mess on my chest and belly and started to sob. I stroked his head and comforted him as best I could. I wasn't sure what his tears were about, but I didn't need to know. I don't think he knew either. Tears come when they come, and in our house no-one was ashamed at weeping. As I'd said to both Jack and Dodo on many occasions, crying as an emotional release was a sign of strength: that you trusted the people around you not to think it was a weakness. If you were truly loved then tears were a sure sign that the love was welcomed, accepted and reciprocated. So I was happy that Jack was in my arms, his defences down, his emotion raw, his body warm and alive, his young body which I would soon take to the same heights of pleasure that he had taken mine. Sleep came half an hour later after I had fucked Jack, taking much less time than he had spent on me because, once he recovered, he demanded that it be done hard and fast. Naturally I obliged. We didn't bother cleaning up after as we were both exhausted, so we slept stickily together despite the heat. I woke during the night and found he had rolled over facing away from me, so I spooned in behind him, my cock in the right place should some before-breakfast exercise be required. I breathed in his scent, his back now the back of a fit young man, smooth, taut, alive, no longer afraid of the big bad world and - most important - loved. The next morning - there was no early session - we joined the other two at breakfast. All four of us looked the worse for wear. "Do I have to undergo tonight what you clearly had to endure last night, Billy?" I asked. "Hope so," said Dodo, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, "haven't fucked an earl for weeks." I was glad to see that Seb's being in hospital didn't dent Dodo's zest for life. "What are you doing today?" I asked him. "Hospital, of course. Got to make sure he's still in one piece." His vulnerable soul was well hidden, but all three of us knew he was worried inside. "Give him our love," said Billy. Dodo nodded. "Then I'll have to go into the shop to see whether they need me. The mess will be cleared up by now, but they'll be two staff down if I don't go in. I'll zip you from the hospital." And off he went, leaving the three of us to wonder how long Seb would be before he was properly well again. As none of had the faintest idea it didn't take us long to exhaust that particular line of enquiry. Jack got up. "Off to me flowerpots," he said. Billy raised an eyebrow after Jack had gone. "Where did he pick that up?" I shrugged my shoulders, "must be one of Hester's." I spent a useful couple of hours with Dunstable discussing Jack's future and the progress with the casual labour. I told him Billy and I would be away for 10 days, but he said there was nothing that needed a decision. "Would you make a thorough report on Inverthrum please," he said, "has the work finished, did it look satisfactory and so on. I've had to rely on second-hand reports, and I don't know how reliable McKenzie is." I assured him that between us Billy and I would poke into every cranny. ***** When Dodo and I went to bed I sensed he needed to talk before we started anything physical. He'd been not edgy exactly, but not his usual boisterous self. It wasn't that Seb was worrying him - he'd had a long talk with the doctors that morning, and they were pleased with Seb's progress, so much so that he was to be discharged two days later. "We need to run more tests once he's able to get out of bed and move about, but there's no sign of any damage that won't heal in a week or two. Just keep him from doing anything strenuous," they had said. "I asked them when he could go back to work and they asked what he did. I told them we both worked in a shop. `Not for two weeks at least', they said. So we'll be kicking around here for ages." I told him that they were welcome to stay as long as they liked, "but nothing strenuous, mind. Seb will have to make do with you two brothers fucking each other." This was met with wide grins. "Yeah," muttered Jack, "just like old times." Unhappy old times, I thought, but I didn't say anything. Anyway, Dodo and I were in bed, lying chastely side by side looking at each other. "What's bothering you? Something is." "I don't know, Dab, I'm just worried. What if we hadn't had the spray stuff? They'd have killed him. I love the shop, and Seb says I'm a natural at selling stuff, but I couldn't face losing him. That shop is always going to be a risk if queer-bashers want to make trouble - it's not as though we were hiding or anything." "Have you and Seb talked about this? Before the trouble, I mean?" He shook his head. "Shouldn't you see what he feels? He's worked there longer than you have, and some of the others have been there for ever." He nodded. "Yeah, you're right, but all the same, I'm worried. It's odd. I was never frightened by the jillies attacking us blacks - angry, furious, but never frightened - but I'm bloody terrified about being targeted because I'm queer. No, what I mean is because Seb and I are queer. It's a fucking minefield." I held out my arms. He moved closer. "It's a bugger, Dodo, but you have to be strong for him, at least until he's back on his feet." "I know. I just had to have a moan about it, Dab." He smiled and gently kissed me. "Thanks for listening to me grumbling. I think I need to give you a reward," and without any warning he dived under the bedclothes and proceeded to give me a wonderful blow job. My cock had been fast asleep while we were talking, but his tongue made it spring into action, and his skill, honed by life with Seb, caused his tonsils to receive a baptism of liquid fire after only a couple of minutes. He surfaced from down below. "And now, your lordship, I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you." That, I'm happy to say, took a great deal longer. After he had finished and both of us had begun to breathe normally again (I had come again while he was still some minutes short) we cuddled, ignoring the sweat and leaking spunk, murmuring nonsense, as you do. I didn't feel the same for him as I did for Jack, but he was still special. Poor Dodo, faced with a hostile world. I knew I was the lucky one, insulated from the sort of aggression he had witnessed by the Estate and by Fisher. And it dawned on me that it might be very different in Inverthrum where queers we're unlikely to be sufficiently thick on the ground to be treated as an everyday thing: different but not threatening, and certainly not inferior. Billy and I would find out soon enough. The next morning Billy and I set off in the electro. I'd told Mrs Tallis that Seb would be staying with Dodo until he felt able to go back to work. She was glad to know that he was on the mend. "It's horrid, that kind of behaviour," she said, "I thought that was all left behind years ago, but I suppose there will always be stupid people spoiling for a fight with people who are different." I said that we were different, "and Dodo and Jack are black as well." She snorted. "Different means different; it doesn't mean better and it certainly doesn't mean worse. Live and let live, my old grandma used to say." I smiled. "I'm very grateful for all you've done here, especially when I'm away at school or Cambridge and you have to feed the motley crew I've gathered round me." She laughed. "I've enjoyed every minute, sir. Your motley crew never fails to make me smile. Jack especially - he comes in a lot to get snacks for himself and Hester, and he's always got some piece of wisdom to impart. It's usually about his fruit trees, but just now and again he makes me stop and think about something he comes out with. He's been very interesting on what happened in the shop." I was keen to know more, but she wasn't telling. "He tells me things I don't think he tells anyone else, certainly not Hester, and I -". I stopped her. "I wouldn't wish you to tell me. I'm glad he has an older woman to talk to after his mother was killed." She nodded. "Poor lamb." I had always been more struck by the ram side of Jack's character, but then I did share things with him which Mrs Tallis did not. ***** We got to Inverthrum in the middle of the afternoon of the second day. There was no sign of life when we went in, but the smell of paint was a good sign. I'd zipped McKenzie letting him know we were coming, so we went into Lairg to let his wife know we'd arrived and to get some basic food. "There's milk, eggs and bread," she said, "bought this morning. I didn't know what else you would need, but the shop's open until 5." I paid her and Billy and I went shopping. The shop had everything we needed, and I mean everything. We stocked up with what we reckoned we'd need for a week - beer, bacon, tins of this and that, biscuits and a whole lot more. I think we were their biggest customers that day. There was far more than we could carry in one journey, and the electro was parked a good 50 yards away. The woman in the shop saw our predicament and said she would get Hamish to help us. "Just hold on a wee minute," she said, "and he'll give you a hand." Hamish, summoned by a yell from his mother, appeared. Hamish was as ginger as I was, and the grin when he saw this was a joy to behold. "Give these gentleman a hand with their messages," she said. Hamish set to with a will, anxious to demonstrate to 'these gentlemen' that he could lift as much as either of them could. Even with three of us it needed two visits to the electro before everything was stowed. I gave him a pound - enough to buy him a small bar of chocolate - and thanked him. "You've been a big help, Hamish." Hamish's reply ("aye") meant that the conversational ball was back in my court. "Would you like to earn another pound?" "Aye." "Will you come and help us carry all this into the house? We're at Inverthrum." Hamish hadn't seemed too keen on hearing the first sentence, but the second piqued his interest. "You live there?" "Aye," I said, and was pleased to see his grin. Hamish nipped inside to advise his mother that his services had been engaged to facilitate the unloading of the goods purchased, and was back before she could stop him. There was room for him - just - in the electro and we set off. It took the three of us only 10 minutes or so to get everything onto the kitchen table. I said I would put things away. "Billy, will you and Hamish take some of the beer up to our room - and take some biscuits as well, you know we like a nibble in bed." Billy, to his credit, kept a straight face and picked up four bottles. "You bring these two, Hamish, and the biscuits," he said, and set off upstairs. I awaited developments. Hamish would see that Billy and I shared a bed and Hamish would, if he was bright, make the necessary inference. What Hamish would do with that inference would be interesting. I should have told you that Hamish looked to be about 14 or 15. It took me only a few minutes to stick everything in the cupboard. It was obvious we'd need a freezer, and a big frig. I decided to make a list of all the things needed. It took Billy and Hamish rather longer to deposit six bottles of beer and a packet of half-coated digestives in our bedroom. What was holding them up? Hamish clumped down the stairs, his eyes twinkling. "Your friend says he'll run me back to the shop in the electro." There was a pause which I was careful not to fill. Then, in a much smaller voice, "can I come back on my bike tomorrow to see if there's any odd jobs? I think I can be useful, getting into tight spaces." I smiled. "Of course, Hamish, that would be very useful. Billy and I are too big to get into some tight spaces." His blush told me, and Billy who was watching with interest, all I needed to know. "Off you go then, Hamish. Thank you for your help. We'll see you tomorrow," and another £2 went with him. When Billy got back he sat down at the kitchen table and we had a shop beer each (not a patch on mine at home, but still very welcome on a hot day). "Well?" I said. "It took him a mile to screw up his courage to ask, but once he was brave enough the questions never stopped." "What did he say?" "He was very direct. 'Are you and him boyfriends that there's only one bed?' So I said we were. He thought about it for a few seconds. 'Kissing and all that?' I said yes, but what did he mean by 'all that'? He got very red - you'd have loved it, Dab - and whispered 'you know - stuff'. I said I thought I knew what he meant, but 'stuff' maybe meant different things in Scotland. That foxed him. It took half a minute of internal wrestling - could he let this man know he knew dirty things, or should he just say nothing? - before his curiosity won. 'You know', he whispered, 'sex stuff'. I though, as we were getting to the village, that I should let him know what he was dying to find out, so I said 'you mean fucking?' His face got even redder and he nodded furiously. 'Oh yes', I said airily, 'fucking and a whole lot else. Here you are, Hamish. Thanks for your help. See you tomorrow - what time, by the way?' He scrambled out, lighting up the entire sky. '10. Bye,' he said, and he hurtled into the shop." "Doubtless to have a fine wank," I said. "He'll have finished by now," agreed Billy. "What will happen tomorrow, do you think?" he went on. "I've no idea, but he's clearly aware of queers and is curious to know a bit more. Whether he's just nosy or wants to find out things he might find useful himself is something we'll know by lunch-time tomorrow. In the meantime we have work to do. Dunstable wants a thorough report. Why don't we both go round the whole house independently and note everything down, than we can compare notes. It isn't dark up here until well after 10, so we can go round the outside after we've eaten." ***** Three hours later we had finished eating and I'd collated both sets of observations into a worryingly long list, mostly of minor things which local tradesmen ought to be able to fix, but one or two which would need someone from further afield - Inverness, probably - to deal with. I made a separate list of equipment we needed. "Let's go round the outside," I said. We each took a bottle of beer in our hand and I took a pad and pencil. Inverthrum was a rectangular house - no fussy wings - standing in about an acre and a half. The grounds had gone to rack and ruin during the decades when the house had been unoccupied, but someone had cleared all the brush away and what remained was rough grass with a lot of rushes. "What would Jack make of this?" said Billy. Up to that moment I'd thought it should just be cleared completely and turf put down - easy management once it was done - but Billy's question suggested a more interesting solution. "Why don't we ask him?" I said, "I'll zip him and pose the question. I'll zip Hester as well, and tell her it's a serious question, and that if his ideas make sense we'll get him up here to do it himself. It'll look good on his college application if he's actually designed and installed something." Billy was touched. "You really care, don't you, Dab," he murmured. I smiled. "Of course I do - you know I do - about all of you. I don't get the chance to show it to Jack as often as I do with you, and this idea's the perfect opportunity." I zipped Jack and Hester. Then I thought it would be sensible to zip Dunstable. When I'd finished Billy asked if I'd mentioned the car. "Car?" "Last time we agreed the electro didn't like the drive. You said we'd get something and keep it in Ullapool." I'd forgotten, but when he said it I remembered. "Not sure about Ullapool though. Inverness would be better. That lets us come up by train if we don't fancy the drive. We'll go into Inverness tomorrow and look at electrical stuff and a suitable car." "Not car, Dab, van would be more useful. And not tomorrow - we have a visitor, don't forget." Bed that night was special. This time we were making love in the house we were going to live in for a week, not just one snatched night. The new mattress was a delight - I'd ordered it when the tradesmen had finished (not that they had, as our examination had discovered) - and the bedding we'd brought in the electro took only a couple of minutes to put on the bed. Much as we would have liked to put the exotic plumbing to the test we were both too tired to do it justice. "Let's leave it for another day," said Billy with a yawn, "come on, it's cuddle time." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 72 as Hamish comes to call. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================