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Subject: Last of the Line 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. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 10 Rivers smiled when he saw me coming. “I’ve been expecting you,” he said, “but I can see you’ve had a busy day.” I nodded. “Yes, they’ve been filling me in since breakfast. I can’t take it all in,” and then we both were smiling. I said quietly, “I think I’d like you to fill me in as well.” Rivers nodded towards the stairs and I went up. He followed me, closing the door quietly behind him. I sat on the bed as I usually did. “Well, Dab? Or do I call you Your Lordship now?” I didn’t know what to say. One half of me wanted to go on being Dab, to go on being the boy he loved fucking and who loved being fucked by gentle Rivers; the other half knew that one day his interest in me would wane, and the easy familiarity we’d shared would become an embarrassment to both of us: would it be wiser to use the opportunity of today being special to put an end to being Dab? “I don’t know,” I muttered. I had never been tongue-tied with Rivers before. He came and stood in front of me, lifting my face so that our eyes met, just inches apart. “This day was always going to come, Dab,” he said. “You’re not just the Earl of Inchkeith – I’ve been fucking him for nearly three years and I’m pretty sure he’s enjoyed it as much as I have -” (I nodded) “- but now the Earl is legally an adult. That means he’s my employer, and whether we like it or not that changes things.” I protested that I’d been his employer for three years. “No you haven’t Dab,” he said quietly, “the Estate has employed me on your behalf, and that’s not the same.” I said I couldn’t see the difference. “One day you will, and then you’ll understand. From where I’m standing you’re the same sexy little monkey you were yesterday, and I’d be just as keen to misbehave with you as I was yesterday, but yesterday you weren’t 16.” “Am I not attractive now that I’m 16? Do you not fancy me any more?” I said, more pathetically than I meant. “No, of course not. I just told you you are a sexy monkey. I want sex with you just as much as you do. But don’t you see that things have changed?” I shook my head – this was too weird. “Rivers, I want things to stay the way they were. If you think I’m still the same sexy monkey, as you put it, then I feel the same. Maybe when I’m 40 you’ll have decided I’m not sexy any more: in fact that awful realisation may hit you before then. But until it does can we go on behind this door, in this bed, like we always have done? Please?” Rivers smiled. “I’ve done my best, Dab, but I’m glad you’ve resisted. Of course I want to go on, but I had to give you the chance to put an end to it.” He bent his lips to mine. The conversation was over. As far as I could tell Rivers found 16-year-old boy-flesh no less invigorating that that of a boy fully one day younger. He fucked me twice in the ensuing hour and a half. When he sucked me off after the first fuck I asked him if I was the first man whose spunk he had swallowed in that bed. “Yes, Dab. The only other man who’s been in this bed is Billy, and only ever with you.” He paused, allowing both of us to get our breath back. He lay on his back and I cuddled into his arms, putting my head on his chest as I usually did. His fingers idly played with my ginger hair. “What about Billy, Dab? He’s special, isn’t he?” I nodded, my head moving on his chest. “Be gentle with him, Dab, because he has much more to lose than you do.” “What do you mean?” “If you are finished with him he’ll feel cut adrift. He loves you just as much as you love him – yes, I know you haven’t said anything to me, and nor has he, but it’s as clear as day that you love each other. Your eyes and your smiles give you both away.” For the second time today I was shocked: I had no idea we were so easily read. “Does anyone else know?” “No, I don’t suppose so. Old Jorrocks is too much of a family man to see the signs – it takes one queer to spot another.” He paused again. “What are you going to do?” “About Billy, you mean?” He nodded. “Keep on as we are if we can.” He grunted. “Easier said than done, Dab. It’s one thing for a boy to potter about with an under-gardener but you’re not a boy any more. Your paths and his don’t cross any more. It’ll look very odd you coming up here to see me or to see Billy.” This was devastating. Here I was, supposedly master of all I surveyed, being told that my clandestine visits to Rivers’s bed (regardless of who would be in it) couldn’t continue. I groaned, “what will I do?” I didn’t sleep well that night. My sex life looked like being turned upside-down, at least as far as at home was concerned. And then, at that dark hour before dawn, I began to see a possible way forward. Luckily an ally had declared himself only the day before. After breakfast I asked Dunstable to come and see me in the Office. When he knocked and put his head round the door I stood up and said that I had some ideas about the future. When we were both seated with coffee (brought in by one of the servants) I asked him to give me details about the staff – how many kırklareli escort we employed, and on what duties. “Apart from me there are eight indoor staff and three outdoor. I have an assistant, Wilbye. Your Mother has a ladies’ maid who nowadays has … rather more onerous duties. She appears to be happy to accept the position, and her wages have been discreetly increased as your Mother’s needs become more … time-consuming.” “Dunstable, I know my Mother is a drunk – you don’t need to beat about the bush.” Dunstable blushed, but at least we’d got that sensitive issue out of the way. “We dispensed with a Butler many years ago when your Great-grandfather died, so there is a cook and her assistant, a Housekeeper and a maid who cleans and so forth. There’s a general manservant Dowland (who brought the coffee just now) and a handyman who does maintenance and such tasks as are needed. They all live in. Rivers and Billy Wilkins live out in the stables accommodation – I suppose it should be called the garage, but ‘stables’ it has always been. Jorrocks lives in the village.” “And is there enough work for all these people?” Dunstable said that I really ought to ask the Housekeeper. As I wanted to get this sorted I rang and asked her to come for a moment. Mrs Tallis appeared within moments and I asked her about the staff numbers. “The truth, Your Lordship, is that we are stretched. Your Mother’s maid no longer has time to carry out any of the general household duties which she used to perform.” She shifted uneasily, so I assured her that my Mother’s requirements were known and understood. She relaxed a bit then, but remained stiff and formal. “In all honesty I need another man. Byrd, the handyman, is getting too old for some of the tasks – ladders and so forth – and he’ll have to be pensioned off in a few years. A younger man who could be trained to do those jobs, and who could take over from Byrd when he retires would be a godsend.” A godsend to me too, I thought, as I felt a metaphorical apple drop into my lap. “Thank you, Mrs Tallis, I will see what can be done,” and away she went, looking as though a weight had lifted from her mind. “Dunstable, what about Jorrocks? Is he headed for retirement as well?” Dunstable chuckled. “I don’t think gardeners retire … Dab. They can’t keep away from wanting to plant and see whether what they’ve planted turns out as they hoped. He’ll go on till he drops, and he’ll be perfectly happy. Now that Billy’s there to do the heavy work the gardens will do fine.” I looked him in the eye. “The answer to the Billy problem is that I want him as an indoor servant, for reasons we both understand clearly.” He nodded. “That will require care, Dab. He’s untrained in the sort of tasks he will be required to do.” I was delighted to see a major blush creep up from Dunstable’s collar, so to put him at his ease I smiled. “Not all of them,” I said quietly, “but that aside, is there likely to be any objection? We’ll need to find an outdoor replacement.” Dunstable agreed, but suggested that instead of another garden boy, whom Jorrocks would have to train, we employ a man already versed in the art of doing whatever it was that gardeners did. I agreed. “So will you and Jorrocks set about finding a more experienced man for the gardens? I will talk to Billy myself, and I’ll let you know the outcome. Let’s leave Mrs Tallis for the moment – there’s no point in telling her until Billy’s agreed.” “Do you think he will?” “Oh yes, I think so. There’s a great deal to be dangled before him.” Dunstable got up to go before a renewed tide of crimson rose too high above his collar. I went off to find Jorrocks and Billy. They were in the orchard gathering apples. I asked how things were going: it’s a good preamble to get people relaxed, I’d discovered. Jorrocks stood up, easing his back. “Well now, Your Lordship, it’s been a better harvest than for many a year.” It was true – for once the summer had been long and generally dry. We don’t have water rationing here of course, because the Estate is a licensed vegetable grower, so the relative lack of rain hasn’t bothered us. “We’ve had better yields on everything, but you’ll need to ask Mr Dunstable for the amount we sold.” I told him not to worry on that score, and said how pleased I was that things seemed to be improving. I knew from Dunstable’s talk the day before that we’d had some poor years in the late 20s and into the early 30s, down to a series of wet summers. Hot, but too wet for the things we grew to benefit. Maybe we should change the crops. It seemed the perfect introduction to what I wanted to talk about. “Jorrocks, I want to make a few changes, and I’d like to talk to you and get your ideas. I have to return to school the day after tomorrow, but tomorrow morning you and I must have a talk.” “Very good, Sir.” “Now, Billy, I need to talk to you. Come with me and show me what needs to be done in the greenhouses.” He padded along beside me, unsure what to call me or whether he should say anything until we reached the safety of the smaller greenhouse – a place of memories for both of us. “Billy, I was 16 yesterday, and that means I’m now running the Estate. Mr Dunstable will be in charge day-to-day as he has been. I want to suggest something to you, and I want you to think about it before you answer.” Billy nodded. “When it’s just the two of us and there’s nobody else I’m still Dab, Billy, you know that, don’t you?” “Yes Dab,” he murmured. “If there’s anyone else it has to be Your Lordship or Sir. I don’t like it, but that’s the way kırşehir escort it has to be. Does anyone else apart from Rivers know about us?” He shook his head. “No, Dab, I’ve never let on, not here or to my family.” I didn’t think it fair to tell him that Dunstable had cracked our secret. “Do you want to go on?” “Oh Dab, can we? Can we really? I dreaded the day you were going to be 16.” I opened my arms and he melted into them. Our lips met and, as so often before, we each enjoyed the rapturous possession of the lover’s mouth which the blind tongue described to the seeing mind. It was broad daylight, so we broke apart after an all too brief 30 seconds. “I’m glad,” he said simply, and then, for the hundredth time, he uttered the words his heart had known for years. “I love you, Dab,” he whispered. “Me too,” I whispered back, glad that the pedantic Archer was hundreds of miles away. “What are you going to suggest?” I told him that our continuing to fuck in his bed would soon be impossible, and I saw his face fall. “Where will -” he began. “I want you to train to be one of the indoor staff. There’s a handyman, Byrd, who’s getting on a bit, and there’s a need to get a younger, fitter man to carry on when he retires in a few years. We have a general manservant, Dowland, but there’s work for a second. I’d like you to come indoors to work with Byrd and Dowland. Will you do that?” Billy said nothing. “If I do, does that mean we can … go on?” “That’s the point, Billy. Once you’re on the indoor staff we can see each other a lot more, especially at night.” Billy’s eyes lit up. “Oh Dab …” and he couldn’t go on. “Think about it, Billy, it’s not just fucking, there’s a lot for you to learn. By the way, your wages go up if you’re indoors.” “I don’t need to think, Dab. Thank you,” he said simply. We kissed again, chastely this time. “I’ll tell Jorrocks tomorrow – until then please say nothing.” He nodded, grinning hugely. “You’d better stop grinning or Jorrocks will be curious.” As he turned to go I said quietly, “see you in Rivers’s at 9 tonight. We’ll have a threesome.” He turned, his face transformed. I knew I’d made the right decision. ***** Sex with Billy that night was more joyful than I could remember. The first time we’d made love (as I thought of it), rather than fucking, our pleasure in each other’s body, his soul, his sheer being was higher than the pleasure – intense as it had been – of our first time, when I’d sucked his gorgeous cock and swallowed his spunk. Once we’d said we loved each other the sex moved to a higher plane, and our orgasms seemed more intense, and Billy’s spunk seemed sweeter. But that night we reached a height of ecstasy thitherto unachieved, and I can’t really explain why. Looking back from a long lifetime later it’s clear that each of us saw years ahead of us when we could sleep together as lovers do, snug in each other’s arms after strenuous love-making, and that added spice to Rivers’s bed that September night. Whatever the reason we were both utterly spent by the time Rivers felt he’d given us long enough. “I have to work in the morning, you two,” he said when he came in around 11 o’clock. We were half asleep, but moved over so that Rivers could get in beside us. We’d spent the night once or twice, the three of us, but the bed was too small for a threesome sexwise, although it was perfect for sleeping as we tended to be coiled together. “The rental I charge for the use of my bed is a blow-by-blow account of what you two got up to,” he murmured, reaching over me (he was spooning me) to find Billy’s cock. “How many times has this soft thing been squirting spunk, Billy?” Billy trembled as Rivers’s hand found his cock, still sensitive from its recent activity. “You tell him, Dab,” he whispered, his lips almost touching mine, “and I’ll help you if you forget anything.” I moved forward the quarter of an inch necessary for our lips to touch. Our mouths opened, allowing the tips of our tongues to caress, almost as softly as a butterfly’s touch. Billy trembled again. Rivers, still holding Billy’s cock, chuckled. “What’s funny?” I murmured. “Billy’s just leaked another drop. You two really must love each other.” “You know we do,” said Billy sleepily, “now tell him, Dab, before I fall asleep.” I didn’t enjoy telling Rivers the details, but I had to overcome my unwillingness if we were to go on fucking each other in his bed. Soon, I thought, Billy would live in the house and things would be different. “Billy’s only ever fucked boys before,” I began, and Billy snorted. “Boy, Dab, not boys. You’re the only one.” “I know, Billy, but today you fucked your first man.” (Billy had never fucked Rivers in our threesome sessions, restricting himself to fucking me and sucking Rivers’s and my cocks.) “I wanted my first grown-up fuck from him to be memorable, so I spent a long time getting us both warmed up. I made him lie down spread out like a letter X and I made him close his eyes. Then I started to lick his whole body, from his toes right up to his eyelids all up his right side; then I started again at the other toes and worked all the way up his left eyelid.” “You spent time on my heart, Dab.” “Yes, and that was the best part.” “Until you got to my cock.” “I nibbled your nipples too, and you shuddered like you always do. Are you listening to all this back there?” Rivers replied by moving his hand from Billy’s cock to mine, squeezing gently. I went on, “I know he loves it when I take one of his balls into my mouth and tongue it – it makes him wild – and I spent a good two kızılay escort or three minutes on each one. I could see precum leaking from his cock, so I gently licked the drops. I got the timing wrong, because Billy came then, suddenly and hugely. It was beautiful to see spunk shooting high up and landing on his belly. I was only a few inches away, and I was able to get my mouth over his cock to catch most of it, sweet hot Billy-cum. I love it, just like I love him.” I felt Billy’s cock – hard again. Maybe there was a fourth to be had from it. “I knew he wouldn’t get hard again for a while, but we’ve managed three cums each in two hours before, and tonight was always going to be special. After he’d come he opened his eyes and smiled. ‘That was magic, Dab, now come and feed me yours.’ Billy loves my cock just as much as I love his, and so we 69ed and I kissed his cummy cock while he quickly took delivery of his first load of man-spunk. ‘It doesn’t taste any different,’ he said. We rested then, stroking each other and saying all the sort of daft things you’d expect.” Rivers chuckled again. He was holding my cock, also hard again. I could feel his hard in my arse crack. He pulled Billy towards him, squeezing me in the middle. I sighed: I was loving every moment. “Then what?” he said. “Well, we’re a lot younger than you, so we were both hard again really soon, and I wanted Billy to fuck me. You know what his cock does to my insides with that magic curve.” It was Billy’s turn to chuckle. “The boys at school used to laugh at my bent cock when we were little, but I reckon I’ve got the best of it now,” he said happily, his gloriously bent cock even harder than it had been a couple of minutes before. “I’m going to need to fuck you again, Dab, or I’ll blow up.” I cuddled him. “Yes please, Tiger,” I murmured. “I’m still waiting,” said Rivers. “OK. I got on my back and pulled my knees up by my ears. Billy got down and rimmed me. His tongue isn’t bent, but it gets further into my arse than I can get in his. And after his tongue had lapped and got me really wet he put fingers in and wriggled about.” “How many?” “Same as you – three. We’ve tried four, but I can’t relax my arse muscle enough yet. But we’ll manage soon, I hope. anyway, wriggle-wriggle he was going and I was panting like a fucking bitch on heat. Billy’s good – he keeps me waiting but not too long. Just when I was about to shriek with need he moved and I felt his hot wet cock-head teasing round my arse lips. ‘Oh, Christ, Billy, love, get it in, I’m dying here,’ I said, or some rubbish like that. Billy looked at me and smiled. ‘Here you are, love,’ and inch by inch his gorgeous curved cock came in where it belongs. I know he’s never fucked you, so you don’t know the feeling his cock has as it rubs against a bit of me that yours – and all the others – doesn’t touch in the same way. And since my prostate is what it’s rubbing against you can understand that I see stars and rainbows and sheets of lightning when his cock rubs my prostate and I just cum and cum and cum.” I could feel Billy wanking gently as he relived the joy he gave me. “Yeah, Billy, do it on me,” I whispered, “and I’ll do one on you.” Billy kept up a slow steady rhythm. “After he came all over his belly I rammed in hard and fucked for all I was worth,” he muttered, “he loves it really fierce sometimes, and I came hard right deep inside him. We staked like that while it softened. Then we did a 69 thing only not cocks but arses – you know.” I could feel Rivers nod: it was a trick he’d taught me a long time ago when our heights were too different for a proper cocksucking 69. I would suck his cock and he, being taller, could get his mouth on my arse. Very pleasing to a boy of 12. “That’s two each,” said Rivers quietly, “I thought you said three, Dab.” “Patience, lusty one,” I whispered, as I felt his cock make fucking motions between my arse cheeks. “I fucked Billy an hour after he fucked me, and then I sucked his cock. Then you came in.” Moments after that Billy gave a great sigh and I felt hot spunk coat my belly. Just two spurts, but welcome all the same. I crushed my mouth to his. I wanted to say how much I loved him, that I would always love him, that he and I would be together for ever … but I said none of these things. Our tongues made mute messages instead. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked Rivers. I could feel him nodding. “On your back then, I’m going on top,” I murmured. Billy moved over a bit allowing Rivers to lie flat, his cock – larger than either of ours – to point skywards. I squatted over it, my arse still well-lubricated with essence-of-Billy, and gently lowered myself onto it. “Here’s the peg boy; fill him up!” I said. He did. He took his time too: Billy was fast asleep and gently snoring before Rivers came. I’d been wanking while he was fucking me – I had to keep on even terms with Billy, after all – and sprayed Rivers’s chest a good ten seconds before I felt the welcome swelling of his cock and the hot juice – his first of the day and very plentiful – lava-ing up into my wet insides. That knocked me out, and I collapsed forward onto a spunky Rivers. I don’t know when he moved me – I certainly didn’t stir – but when I woke at around 6 the next morning Rivers was out of bed. Billy was still asleep – lovely loving Billy. I gazed at his face, freckled still, drinking in every tiny detail. I could draw it now, I think, over 70 years later. It’s a long time since I saw that face: the face of the first person I loved. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 11 as I have a look at Bertie’s documents. The story is, of course, fiction. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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