Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2020 07:33:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line - Chapter 76 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. I rather foolishly referred to Hamish's mother in Chapter 75 as "Mrs McKenzie". As you will discover in this Chapter, Hamish's surname is not McKenzie - in this story the McKenzies are Archie and his wife (who provided scones). McKenzie, and its variant MacKenzie, are common names in this part of Scotland, and you will discover more about that too. 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 76 Jack worked on, his beer in his hand, unaware that I was a million miles away. I left him to it. He didn't need any distractions. "Eat in an hour," I called as I left. "OK, and he disappeared round to the back - the shaded side. I knew that fruit trees were his passion, but I had no idea about which needed sun and which needed shade - I thought all growing things needed sun. But then my degree course wasn't in horticulture. Apart from half an hour while we had lunch - ham sandwiches and more beer - he worked solidly until almost 5 o'clock. He came in covered in sweat and made straight for the shower. "Bugger!" I heard him call, "what's the code, Dab?" I came up and stood behind him. "6969," I whispered, "nice and easy to remember." "Later," he murmured, "I stink, and I'm whacked." I left him to it. I thought he deserved a treat, so I'd booked a table for us at China jally-something for 7.30. I'd rustle something up myself on other nights. He'd only been in the shower for a couple of minutes when there was a knock at the door. Hamish, almost equally sweaty from the last mile up the track. "Whoo! it's hot, Dab. How long are you back for?" I put an Irn-Bru in his hand. "Four of five days, depends on how we got on." "We? What getting on is there?" So many questions. "Sit down, Hamish, what have you come to tell me? A garage, is it?" He nodded. "Aye. If you're going back by train you'll want something by the station - it's a mile or more from the village. Here's a number for you, a Mr Stewart. My dad knows him." "Thanks, Hamish, I'll ring him tomorrow. You're not grounded any more." "Aye, I don't get free until tomorrow, but Mum says this is an errand, so it doesn't count. Why are you back again so soon?" At that moment, as luck would have it, Jack came downstairs calling "beer! more beer!" as he approached. Hamish was startled. "That's not Billy ... " but he got no further before something he had never seen before rushed into the kitchen, coming to an abrupt halt when it saw a stranger. "Fuck!" cried both of them at virtually the same moment. Hamish's first sight of a black person was made all the more alarming because the black person, reasonably enough in his own place, was stark naked. "Hold it, you two," I said quickly, making a superhuman (and successful) attempt not to laugh, "Jack, meet Hamish; Hamish, meet Jack." Jack, no stranger to nakedness, recovered instantly and walked across to a stricken Hamish and shook his hand. "I've heard a lot about you," he said. Hamish gulped. "Good things, Hamish, things about what Dab and Billy do, and I do too," and he sat down to drink his beer. "Come on, Hamish," I said softly, "sit down and I'll explain." Ten minutes later he knew most of what he needed to know about Jack. "This is crazy," he said when I'd finished explaining, "you live with Billy and Jack, and they work for you, and you all fuck each other?" "That's right, Hamish, and while it seems crazy to you it's normal to us," said Jack before I could say anything, "you see, Dab and Billy are in love." I don't think that helped Hamish's understanding one little bit. "What matters to us," I said, "is that the three of us live together in the way we want to. I don't have to answer to anyone else for what we do." "Dab's in charge, you see, Hamish," added Jack. Hamish was busy processing all this new information while Jack unconcernedly finished his beer. "Well," he said, "I've had a very busy day and I need to relax. Hamish, Dab's told us all about what you and he got up to here with Billy. Do you fancy messing about with a nice black cock?" A blush to put all previous blushes to shame erupted. "It's OK, Hamish, you don't have to," I said softly, "but you can if you like." Hamish shook his head, "I've got to get back, Mum said I could only stay a wee while," and without saying good-bye he went quickly out and I watched him cycle down the track. "Have I fucked things up completely?" said a rather subdued Jack. "No, I don't think so. Give him time. You're the first black boy he's ever seen, even with clothes on. Your entry was rather unexpected, after all." Jack grinned, "yeah." "My guess is that he's already kicking himself. I noticed he had a good look at you and the possibilities you might bring to a party." Jack laughed, "well, let him torture himself with what he's missing." "I'm sure he will, and I'd be willing to be that I get a zip before midnight on that subject. Now go and put something on - we're eating out tonight." Mr Gillespie was pleased to welcome me again so soon, but was surprised by my dining companion. "This is Jack," I said, "he works for me on the Estate and we're up here for a few days while he makes a survey of the grounds at Inverthrum. They've been completely wild for years, as I'm sure you know, and Jack's here to have ideas about how they should be restored now that we'll be living there for part of the year." This large speech robbed Gillespie of any response, so we were lead to our table without any of the usual bonhomie. When we were looking at the menu, and Gillespie behind the scenes Jack whispered, "dey don't do no niggers heah, boss." "Ssh! behave yourself. Give him time. It's the same with Hamish - it's not that they don't like you, it's just that you're unexpected. There aren't very many black people up here, that's all. Morag - the daughter - will take our orders in a minute and I bet she's being told right now that an exotic princeling has come among them." "Fuck off, Dab," he hissed, "it's bad enough without you stirring the pot." "Trust me, within a week you'll be accepted by all the folk you meet. They're not hostile; they're just not used to you." Morag appeared. Our order was taken. Morag made a point of smiling at Jack - they were less likely to rape you if you smiled - before scuttling back to the kitchen unravished. "If only she knew how much more you'd prefer her brother," I said. "Has she got one?" "No idea, but you know what I mean." The food was as good as it had been the time before, and as Morag brought the bill I made a point of saying so. "Jack particularly liked the steak," I said and Jack, unrehearsed, picked up the baton, "I loved the sauce - what was it?" "Diane," she said, "but she does it with whisky rather than brandy -" and she bent closer to add conspiratorially "- and she's quite heavy-handed with the cratur." Smiles all round, though neither Jack nor I had any idea with which ingredient 'she' had been over-generous, nor who 'she' was. No doubt we'd find out one day. Back home I made us coffee - it was still light - and we took it out into the garden. Foolish Dab. We were attacked by a horde of midges, and driven indoors. That hadn't happened earlier, but maybe Billy and I hadn't been stupid enough to allow the little buggers a meal. "What the hell were they?" exclaimed Jack. "Nasty microdragons." While we were recovering a zip arrived. I looked to see who it was from - Hamish. "It's not midnight either," said Jack, coming to look over my shoulder. "Ogilvie back seeing him tomoro. Can I come about 3? Tell Jack Im sorry" What it lacked in spelling and punctuation it made up for in content. "I think we're onto fun and games, Dab." I zipped back saying that all three bits of his zip were good news and that Jack in particular was looking forward to seeing him. "Why did you put 'HIM' in capitals?" "So that he would wonder the same thing, and maybe work out that what you were looking forward to wasn't just Hamish but ..." "I get it. You're a crafty bugger, Dab." Jack deserved a treat after so busy a day, and when we went to bed I gave him a Dab special during which very few parts of his body escaped the attentions of my tongue or my fingers in the first 45 minutes or so before, at his repeatedly-announced insistence, I began to fuck him. That lasted almost as long, after which he fucked me in the way I wanted it that night: fierce and fast. Five orgasms resulted, and Jack pronounced himself happy with being in Inverthrum, as I had been in Jack. ***** The next morning saw Jack equally intent on whatever discoveries he needed to make. Having never watched him go about his business back home I didn't know how painstaking he was in everything he did. The notebook saw something being added every few minutes. I made a mental note to tell Hester about it, and to tell her that her training was excellent. I took a beer out to him mid-morning and we sat in the shade for a while. "How are you going to find out about the soil?" I asked. He pointed to a small plastic box. "Hester told me to bring a sample back and she can test it. What she actually said was that she has the stuff so that I can test it." Another mark for Hester, I thought. "And the climate?" "That's trickier, Dab," he said earnestly. "All the changes everywhere mean that no-one's very sure about what will happen in the next ten years, never mind the next hundred long after we're both gone. At home it's all a lot hotter and wetter in the summer, but when we get a dry spell it can be a drought - you've got to be able to withstand both. Up here, I don't know. It's bloody hot now, but is it like this every year, or is this a freak? I don't know how to solve that yet, but I'm thinking about it." He smiled, "I expect it's all part of the test you and Hester have cooked up." I smiled too. He was probably right, at least as far as the Hester part was concerned. He got up. "Can't have the workers slacking, Dab." I gave him a hug. "You're special, Jack, and I don't tell you that as often as I should. Lunch in an hour." After lunch he was all set to go back out but I stopped him. "No, Hamish will be here in an hour and I think it would be a good idea if you weren't all hot and sweaty when he got here. I have a feeling in my bones that Hamish might be up for more than a conversation." Jack's eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?" "No, but I'm hopeful. And if he was lying in bed last night having a quiet wank I can't believe that a naked Jack didn't occupy his mind at the same time." "I'd better shower then." "That's what I meant," I murmured, and off he went. Hamish gave evidence that my hunch might be correct by pedalling furiously up the track a good 20 minutes before he was expected. On this occasion I gave him the choice of Irn-Bru or a beer. "Can I? Really?" I told him that, at Inverthrum, if something was offered it meant it could be accepted. "Anything, Dab?" "Anything. And if there's something you want to do, it's fine to do it unless the other person says 'no', and that's 'anything' as well. Understood?" He nodded and chose the beer. I stopped him and poured half of it into a glass. "I think Jack would like the other half. There's plenty more." Jack was still upstairs when Hamish had arrived but wisely on this occasion put a t-shirt and a pair of shorts on before bounding downstairs in his usual boisterous way. Both items of clothing enhanced what was concealed within. "Hi Hamish, come for another look?" he said. Poor Hamish - his blushes were intense but at least he managed to grin and nod. "And Dab's getting you drunk, I see. Could be a wild afternoon." I passed him the can and opened another for myself. "Why don't we calm down, Jack, and let Hamish tell us his news. What did Ogilvie say?" "He agreed that staying on at school wasn't sensible. If I stayed on I'd have to stick it until I'm nearly 18 - three more years - and as I told you, college is way beyond me. So it's land-service or the fucking army." I had no experience of the army, nor had any of the boys or men I knew. "If you choose the army when would you have to join?" I asked. "16 I think, but maybe younger if I choose to. They can't make me serve abroad until I'm 17, so there's a lot of training and stuff before then. I don't see any alternative." He swigged more of his beer, though to judge from the look on his face he was only drinking it to look grown-up. I smiled to myself: this was familiar territory. "What about land-service? Did Ogilvie explain just what that means?" He shook his head. "Not in any detail, no, but he said he would know more in a day or two. Apparently there's been a change." This was news to me, but I confess I didn't keep tabs on the exact requirements, just so long as Jack was covered until college in a bit over a year's time. There wasn't much either of us could say to help poor Hamish, but I said that when Ogilvie filled him in on the land-service details things might be clearer. "I take it you'd prefer that if it can be worked out?" "God yes, Dab. I'd rather howk tatties than get shot at." As Jack and I looked blank he translated for us. "Lift potatoes." "Given that you speak the strange lingo up here and I don't," I said, "maybe you can tell me what 'cratur' is. He laughed. "It isn't 'cratur', it's 'the cratur', like 'the creature' and it's whisky. Don't ask me why though." That made sense of what Morag had said was in the Diane sauce. Conversation dried up rather, and Hamish was deflated at the indecision he found himself in. Jack got himself another can of beer and poured half into Hamish's empty glass. "Drink up, Hamish, there's things we have to do." Hamish looked surprised. "I think Jack wants to show you something," I said, "why don't we go upstairs." The blush returned, but it didn't stop Hamish from grabbing his glass and following Jack out of the kitchen. I followed, another can in my hand. It was, after all, a very hot day and thirsty work loomed. Jack sat on the bed and beckoned Hamish to sit beside him. "We young types will sort things out while his lordship looks on." Such talk was so common at home that I hardly noticed it, but Hamish was intrigued. "You can't say that," he whispered. "Why on earth not? It's true. Hamish, things are different in here, haven't you noticed?" The blush, which had been receding, made a substantial re-advance. "Jack, don't tease the poor boy. Hamish, pay no attention to my gardener's boy." Touché, I thought. "What you did with Billy and me is what Jack does with us at home, and to save Jack boasting about it I can tell you that time spent with Jack is not time wasted." Hamish's brain was working flat out to process all this new information while at the same time dealing with the completely new situation that Hamish found himself in. Quite simply Hamish had never seen anyone Jack's colour before he saw Jack naked the day before. And, as I had predicted (so he told us half an hour later), what he had seen had remained firmly in his mind from that moment on. I waited. Jack waited. Hamish cleared his throat. "Jack," he said, "can we ... you know ... ?" "Say it, Hamish, and the answer will be yes. But you have to say it. Have another mouthful of beer first." Hamish gladly accepted the excuse to defer saying what he wanted a few seconds longer. I was warming to Hamish, and not just because of his red hair. "Jack, can we ... can I ... see your cock again? Can I suck it?" Jack was wily enough not to agree immediately. He knew, and I knew, that the fish was on the hook - it would soon be landed. "Only if I can see yours. Dab says you've a nice one." This was completely untrue: I had said no such thing, although it was true that he had a nice cock. But what 14-year-old doesn't? Jack stood up and took his t-shirt off. Hamish swallowed, gathered himself, stood up and 30 seconds later he was as naked as he had been a week earlier. His reward was the sight of Jack's cock hard and proud when he took off his shorts. "Fuck," breathed Hamish in awe, "it's huge!" "You've made a friend for life, Hamish," I said, "now why don't the two of you get on with it. I'll just watch while you get to know each other." Hamish did suck Jack's cock - or some of it anyway. Jack stopped him before there was any danger of coming. "There's no hurry," he whispered, "let me suck yours." Jack was a very proficient lover - it was hardly surprising - and he knew perfectly well that if Hamish came in his mouth the boy would be so high that he would permit - insist upon, even - a fuck from the biggest blackest cock he'd ever seen. That was the plan anyway, so when Jack took Hamish's cock into his mouth and his tongue got to work he knew that there was going to be only one outcome. Hamish moaned as his body loaded his brain with ultra-pleasure signals. Jack pulled the boy's arse closer and Hamish became putty in his hands - all but one bit of him. "Oh oh oh, fuck," he moaned, then "I'm coming, stop ... " Jack was rewarded with his first mouthful of Hamish's spunk - a mouthful of which there would be countless more to follow. "Oh Jesus, Jack, you're ... oh oh," and further speech was denied him. Jack caught my eye and I nodded. I went over to the bed and took Hamish's head in my hands. "He's good, isn't he? It's fuck time now, and you can choose. Me or him?" Jack put in quickly, "and it's the other one later." As both Jack and I knew, there was no contest. I'd fucked him already, and Jack had just given him a star-spangled orgasm. Hamish whispered, "Dab, do you mind if it's Jack first?" I kissed him. "No, of course not. That's how it works, Hamish, remember. You want, you ask, you get unless the other one says no." He nodded, "I remember." "On your knees then," said Jack, "it's doggy-fuck time." It wasn't of course - it wasn't actually fuck time for a good 20 minutes - a time spent happily as Jack did various things with his mouth and his fingers and Hamish floated up several feet in the air. The fuck, when it happened, was gentle - size being something you have to be careful about first time - but fairly short-lived. It took only a few minutes for Jack to start groaning and I knew the signs. By this time I'd been naked lying beside them on the bed for a good while and I'd been studying Hamish's face. Sweat was pouring off him and when I saw that Jack was close I reached under Hamish to feel his cock. "Oh yes, Dab, do me, do me now," he groaned. I did, and Jack came deep inside him about ten seconds after my hands got him off onto the sheets. Jack allowed his cock to slip out and lay on his back waiting for someone to do something. Hamish hadn't encountered this part of love-making so I naturally, seeing an opportunity for combining the boy's further education with a little pleasure for myself, dived on and engulfed spunky arse-juicy Jack. Hamish collapsed onto the bed, not bothered that he was lying in a pool of his own spunk. "Did I get all of that in me?" he mused wonderingly. "Yup, yo sho did, white boy," said a happy Jack as I did what was needed, "and I guess you liked it." Fifteen minutes later the three of us were lying side by side on the bed - Hamish in the middle. "We need to talk," I said. "Why? Can't we just stay here for ever?" "No, Hamish, they'll send out a search party if you stay here all week. But you can come back if you like." He giggled. "I've got to come back so you can fuck me too, Dab." "Jack works on land-service for me at home," I said, "and he'll be going to college in the autumn next year. He's here now - we're here now - so that he can do a report on what can be done with the grounds round this house. It's been neglected for ages, and I want to grow useful things. Land-service means that Jack doesn't have to do National Service in the army, and I get paid so much towards his wages provided I employ him for 3 years. Making the report is part of his college application." Jack said that he loved every minute of working for me "and not just all the fucking" and that since he'd come to live with us he'd learned so much from Jorrocks and Hester. Then, completely out of the blue, he looked over at me. "Why don't you employ Hamish on land-service to look after this place once the report's done?" Hamish sat up. "Could you? Oh Dab, that would be great." "Hold on," I said, "it's not that simple. For a start we need to hear what Ogilvie has to say. Then your parents have to agree, and you have to think a lot longer than you have done. You don't know what land-service entails, and I don't know what Jack's report is going to say. And nobody knows whether whatever he comes up with is practical. If all those things turn out right it might be possible to employ you with others - people who know what they're doing in a garden. That's better than being shot at, as you put it, but it's a long way down the road." "But you'll try, Dab?" Curiously it was Jack who said what needed to be said. "When my brother and I were at our wits' end, Hamish, Dab rescued us. He didn't know, and we didn't know, how things would turn out, but we trusted him, and everything turned out fine. If you trust Dab he'll do his best for you." A big responsibility had landed on me. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 77 as Hamish's life takes a big leap forward. 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