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Subject: Last of the Line – Chapter 121 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 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. If he gets a nasty cough and a temperature he will post 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. The good news is that he has had his first Pfizer shot. =============================================================================== Chapter 121 I couldn’t zip Jack, of course, so I wrote him a short letter telling him that Zeke and Jer would be coming for a while. I hoped it would get to him before he left for home – it did, to my surprise, because he sent a quick reply. “They won’t be the only ones.” Like everything else that had been made after about 2030 the electro was useless, so when I went to Stoke to collect Zeke and Jer it was in the Rolls with Rivers. “Quite like old times,” he said, “the last time we rescued waifs and strays in the Rolls they became part of the family. Are these two going to be staying?” “I’ve no idea. They’re jobless and … well, since you ask, they’ve been working in a brothel which has packed up.” “I take it they’ve not retired.” I laughed, “certainly not, why? Are you interested?” “I could well be. Now that you and the rest of the household are settled I miss what we used to get up to. Are they … are they the sort of age you were when we first … ?” It wasn’t like him to be so reticent. Was it that I was now that much older, that much more ‘your lordship’ rather than ‘Dab’? I wanted to put him at his ease. “You’ll see soon enough, and you won’t be disappointed. I don’t think they’re a couple, so you could be in with a chance. They’re coming here because – well, because they’re fun to fuck and they’ve nowhere to live. I’m not paying them, so they’re free to go where they want. Why not wait and see? If they’re happy to visit you I’m not bothered.” Parking at the station was much easier now that almost all other cars were useless, and I thanked (not for the first time: its roominess had been a virtue while Rivers was ferrying me to and from school) my late father for having bought it before I was born. I got out to meet the train. There were hundreds of people on it – now that so few trains were running they were all packed. Hundreds of people streamed past, but none of them were Zeke or Jeremy. Then, right at the back, there they were. I was hugged by Jeremy while Zeke looked on amused. “He’s been bouncing around all the way, Pos.” “Not Posner,” I said, “my name’s Dab. You must have heard one of them call me that when we got together in May.” Zeke grinned. “We’re good at forgetting that kind of thing.” “Well, when I get you home I’ll tell you everybody’s name.” Jeremy unhugged me, only to be replaced by Zeke. “Thanks, Dab,” he said, “I don’t know what we’d have done without you.” “Don’t tell me now, because you’ll only have to tell them all again when we get home.” “That’s twice you’ve said ‘home’. It’s a nice word,” said Jeremy. As we walked to the Rolls I asked why they had been the last off. “I wanted to see the engine,” said Jeremy, “I’ve never seen a steam engine before.” Nor had I, but I knew that there had been little bits of railway where old steam engines from 80 years ago were lovingly looked after and used to pull tourist trains up and down half a dozen miles of English countryside. The railway companies had bought them and used them to pull the few trains still running. All the modern trains were useless, like everything else. It was no wonder that Jeremy had been interested to see something his great-grandfather would have seen every day of his life. Mind you, the steam engine was forgotten when I led them to the Rolls. “That’s not yours, Dab?” “Come on, it’s real, Jeremy, climb in. This is Rivers. He used to fuck me in the back when he was driving me to school.” Rivers grinned. “I see we’re being informal today, your lordship. What are your guests’ names?” During the journey neither of them said a word. Whether it was the Rolls, or Rivers, or the gradual dawning that if I was a real earl, as now seemed likely, they would be out of their depth – I knew that it was up to me to make things easy. “Zeke, Jeremy -” “I prefer Jer,” he whispered. “OK, Zeke, Jer, look. It’s all going to be all right. I’m in charge where I live – I don’t have parents to stop me doing things – and Rivers did fuck me.” “Often,” came from the front seat. “Dab, why don’t you tell them how it works?” he continued, “it’ll make things easier if they know what’s what.” I explained as best I could, not forgetting that Rivers had shown willingness to help them settle in should either of them wish it. “What does he mean … Dab?” whispered Jer. “It means if you want he’ll fuck you as kilis escort well.” Jer giggled. “Does he still fuck you?” I shook my head. Jer leant over to Zeke and whispered the information he had just learned. Zeke looked pleased. “Me too?” he whispered to me. I nodded. “Let’s take things slowly, boys, and see what you feel like when we get home.” Rivers remained inscrutable. His time would no doubt come. There was a welcoming party at the door. Jer was relieved to see faces he knew and ran to Jack. Zeke thanked Rivers, much to the latter’s surprise. As I passed him I said softly, “he’s full of surprises – you’ll see.” Rivers grinned. “You know where to find me, Dab.” The four of us went upstairs with them. Their eyes were on stalks. I led them into our bedroom. “This is where Billy and I sleep, and through there is Jack and Hamish’s room. If you like I can find you another room where the two of you can sleep, or one of you can sleep here and one through there. Between them they had only one rucksack, and Zeke had put this on the floor at the foot of out bed. “What d’you think, Jer?” he said. Jer didn’t hesitate. “I want to be in one of these rooms. I don’t mind which.” He turned to me. “Dab – we’re all going to do stuff together, aren’t we?” I nodded gravely while my three housemates tactlessly roared with laughter. “Then Zeke and I can swap rooms, can’t we, one night with you and Billy and one night with Jack and Hamish.” Zeke looked at him. “You’ve remembered their names OK, Jer!” Billy, who was standing nearest, put his arms round Jer’s shoulders. “The big thing to remember is that you can do what you want. Dab likes to organise things, and that means you won’t starve, and you won’t have to sleep in the bath. Apart from that there isn’t any rule.” I wasn’t so sure, but this wasn’t the time to say so – they were both tired and the strangeness of their new surroundings must be getting to them. “Go and wash,” I said, pointing to the shower, “and we’ll eat in 20 minutes.” Mrs Morley had smiled when I had told her that another brace of hungry strays would be joining us. “I’ll keep it simple for a few days then,” she said, “plain and plentiful.” Over dinner I got each of the home team to explain who they were, and what they did. That way Zeke and Jer would have some idea about where they might fit in if they decided to stay. “I have a house in the north of Scotland, near where Hamish comes from, and there’s going to be a lot of hard work needed there – not in the house but in the grounds.” Neither of them seemed terribly keen on the idea, but in the middle of winter I couldn’t blame them. It would be time enough to think about what they would do once they decided – if they did – that staying with us while the world went to hell would be a good idea. At the time of course, December 2041, no-one knew that we were several steps along that road already. Christmas was less than a week away. The log fire in the Library was an eye-opener – neither of them had seen such a thing before. Jake and Hamish sat close on either side of Jer, in whom a good meal and a couple of pints of Cunliffe’s Best had brought great weariness. “Up you go, the three of you. I don’t suppose you’ll get much action tonight though,” I said. Jack smiled, “no, but it’ll be nice and warm, won’t it, Jer.” “Mmm. Maybe tomorrow,” murmured a small dormouse. When they had gone Zeke moved to an armchair by the fire. “I had no idea there were places like this. You see stuff in films, but I thought it was all ages ago. Can we really stay, Dab? Mr B’s finished with us, and neither of us is any good at anything else. What can we do to be useful?” “Just enjoy the holiday. Let’s not worry about 2042 until it gets here.” Billy saw that this answer, which I’d hoped would satisfy Zeke, failed to do so. Zeke frowned. “Yeah, that’s fine, but are you going to throw us out when it’s January? I can probably hustle my way into someone’s bed and get a good meal out of him, but Jer’s only a kid and he’s not had to fend for himself.” Zeke, all of two years Jer’s senior, was evidently seeing himself in the role of protector. I smiled at the thought. “I won’t throw either of you out. You can leave when you want to, but if you want to stay, that’s fine – certainly until the spring. I’m serious about Inverthrum – that’s the place in Scotland. You’ll see tomorrow when it’s light that all the grounds here have had the lawns ploughed up and vegetables planted. We’ll survive because we can grow enough to feed us and sell to others. I’ve just bought 20 acres up north and it’s just barren ground. Jack’s the expert in that side of things – he’s at agricultural college – and he and his boss are working out what to grow up there. It will need hard physical work once the weather improves. If you and Jer are willing to go up there in the spring you can see if that’s something you both want to do.” Zeke relaxed. “Thanks, Dab. Jer’s been worried – I’ll tell him tomorrow.” He paused. “Clive was really horrible to him, and even though it’s four months ago the poor kid’s still vulnerable. I don’t know what to do.” Billy said softly, “Dab and I are boyfriends, so are Jack and Hamish. I don’t mean fuck buddies – we all fuck each other – but each of us loves his boyfriend. Everyone in the house knows about it – there’s no kıbrıs escort secrets here. Zeke, is Jer your boyfriend? Would you like him to be?” Zeke smiled sadly. “No, and yes, Billy. Very much.” I got up. “Strange things happen in this house, Zeke. Once he feels – really feels – safe and secure here he might let himself relax a bit. No-one who’s been hurt like you say he’s been is going to allow anyone else to get close in case he’s hurt all over again. Give him time. Now come on, they’ll be safely tucked up by now. ***** That night passed chastely in both bedrooms, as did the good-morning-how-nice-and-warm-you-are moments. After breakfast the six of us went to see what was to be seen. Zeke and Jer were amazed at the size of the grounds. “Is all this really yours?” I nodded, “and about four times as much 500 miles away.” Hester was in the big greenhouse. “More waifs and strays, I see. I’m Hester, Jack’s boss. I don’t suppose anyone’s told you, but several years ago Jack and his big brother were waifs and strays too, so you’re in good company. Have you heard from Dodo and Seb, Jack?” He shook his head. “Not lately. Dodo and I zipped every few days but that’s all gone to buggery and Dodo’s hopeless at writing.” Jer looked at Zeke: he hadn’t heard anyone saying ‘buggery’ in front of a woman before – and not just a woman, but Jack’s boss. Truly this was a strange household. Mind you, it was warm and there was plenty of food and Dab seemed safe. Imperceptibly he began to relax: it would take several days, but the process had already begun. He smiled to himself. Tonight he wouldn’t be knackered after a long train journey; tonight he’s make damn sure he thanked Jack and Hamish properly. Boyfriends, eh! He wished Clive hadn’t been such a cunt. Still, good riddance. Zeke was nice … That night things were different in our bed and we could all hear that things were noisy next door as well. Not too noisy – Zeke was still not ready to accept that everybody knew about it – but the groans and moans as important events took place were nice to hear. Jer grinned. By that time he had had my cock and Billy’s pouring the goodies past his tonsils and I had rimmed him while Billy took delivery. No fuck took place until a major post-cum cuddle had occupied the three of us for ages. Jer needed to be held tight and made to feel safe. The sooner the memory of Clive was cuddled, kissed, whatever, away the better. I didn’t think it likely that Clive had done a great deal of non-sexual safe-making cuddling. Jer purred happily. “I like it here,” he whispered to Billy. “We like it with you here,” I heard him whisper. At that moment I was behind the boy spooning him, and Billy was better placed for the exchange of whispered confidences. I looked over Jer’s shoulder and caught Billy’s eye. A wink crossed the small space between us. It would be up to Jer to signal that we might resume the night’s primary entertainment; Billy and I would wait, a warm boy between us. Warm boys soon heat up. More whispering led to the agreement that Billy would fuck him. Jer turned to me. “Then you can fuck me straight after, Dab. I like it like that.” So did I, but he didn’t know that yet. We had in our bed an unemployed professional (as they did next door) whose skills we would enjoy over the coming months; until now our experience of what Jer could bring to bear was limited to one raunchy night. By midnight Billy and I had discovered other skills as first Billy and then I did as he had asked. Jer was the first boy either of us had fucked who was able to get his own cock between his lips and cum onto his tongue while I came deep up his arse in the spunk Billy had shot there ten minutes earlier. It wasn’t that his cock was all that long – 7 inches, as you know – but he was incredibly supple. He had both ankles tucked behind his head, making his arse the most open and available it was possible to imagine. I wasn’t alone in wishing that I had done back exercises when I was younger. After that the cuddling soon turned into sleep. In the morning he woke suddenly, his jolt waking Billy and me. “Where … ?” was as far as he got. He looked at me, wonder on his face. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” I sat up and kissed him. “No, it’s real, you’re home now. Go and have a piss and come back for a proper cuddle.” While he was away Billy murmured that he was going to exhaust us. “I expect we’ll manage – he’s bound to slow down after a day or two.” At that moment the door of the other bedroom opened and a very erect Zeke appeared. “I need a piss,” he mumbled. I pointed. “Jer’s through there.” Billy observed that with a hard-on like that he wouldn’t be pissing for a while. “But he’s a pro, don’t forget.” “How could I?” The minutes passed and neither of the boys re-appeared. Billy and I grew more and more curious. I didn’t want to interrupt but my need to piss was growing. I decided to give them two more minutes, whatever they were up to. Just as I was about to get up Jack came barrelling out of their room. “Morning, you two, need a piss,” and he was gone. Knowing that whatever had been happening had been interrupted by Jack I went through to attend to my own needs. There on the floor were Zeke and Jer in each others’ arms, weeping and rocking back and forward. Jack was pissing noisily. “I think kırıkkale escort they’re in love, Dab. That’s what it looks like to me. It’s what Hamish and I did at first.” He finished pissing, shaking the last drips off (we never exchanged piss first thing in the morning: too rank) and went back to Hamish. “Lovebirds in there, Billy,” he said cheerfully as he passed our rumpled bed. Hamish must have hear because there was a great whoop and he came rushing through. “I’ve just won a fiver,” he cried as he disappeared to witness the event. Breakfast was a jolly meal. Zeke and Jer had calmed down, accepting the whirlwind that had blown into their lives. Three couples wolfed down what Mrs Morley had cooked, but only two of them could have told you what they had eaten. “This changes things,” I said quietly as the second cup of coffee was relaxed over. “If you two want a room to yourselves there’s plenty to choose from, but there isn’t a spare one next to us.” “You’re not kicking us out?” said Jer, looking worried. “No,” said Billy, “of course not. But if the two of you just want to be the two of you together – that’s what Dab was thinking.” Zeke and Jer shared a look. “No way,” said Zeke, “we want to be with you four – well, most of the time. Can we be four in one bed one night and four in the other bed the next night?” I didn’t need to put it to the vote. “The good news,” I said, “is that when Jack and Hamish go up to Inverthrum the two of you can have a quiet few nights on your own in their room.” “Mmm,” said Jer, “sounds fun.” ***** In the few days before Christmas Zeke and Jer made Rivers’s acquaintance, led curiously not by the idea of sex but because Zeke had a great interest in the Rolls – in all cars, it turned out, but the Rolls was the only one he had known about. He and Rivers spent a happy morning under the bonnet while Jer – not interested in engines and feeling cold – made for shelter in Hester’s office. “Hello, Jeremy, come for a cocoa?” He hadn’t, but cocoa was always welcome and anyway it was nice and warm. “Do you know what happens in the Scottish place?” he asked after a while. “Inverthrum? We’ve just bought 20 acres and we – Jack and I – will go up soon and see what needs to be done. We want to grow lots of things, but until I get there I don’t know what will grow well. Why are you asking? Do you want to work up there?” He shrugged. “I want to stay with Dab and Zeke and the others. I know I’ll have to work at something, but Dab hasn’t told me yet. Or Zeke. Zeke’s with Mr Rivers with his nose in the car engine – he’s mad about engines.” It was only too clear to Hester that Jeremy’s eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face every time Zeke’s name was mentioned. She smiled – another happy outcome for Dab among his waifs and strays, she thought. “I expect he will when he knows what needs to be done. Jack’s the one you want to persuade if you want to work on the farming – he’ll be the one making the decisions. At least, he’ll be the one who sees what’s needed and he’ll tell me and I’ll tell Dab – do you call him that?” Jer nodded, “he said we should.” “Well, Dab always listens to advice, and he asks questions, then he decides what we’ll do. And not once had that been different from what Jack said in the first place. So work on Jack.” Jer grinned; that would be a pleasure, he thought to himself. How do I know all this? Hester, wise woman that she is, sought me out to let me know that we might have a waif who could put some muscles on turning a moor into a farm. “The magic Cunliffe dating agency is still working,” she said. I smiled. “Little of it was my doing. All I did was provide a safe place for things to happen.” ***** Christmas was jolly. For most people that Christmas was probably the last jolly Christmas there would be. But none of us knew that. By the middle of January Zeke was spending all the hours of daylight soaking up everything Rivers could come up with about the Rolls, and every other piece of machinery they could lay their hands on. By early January Zeke was spending soaking up everything Rivers could otherwise come up with, and by the middle of January Zeke and Jer were … you get the picture. All three of them were happy with the arrangement once it had been made clear that secrets were the one things banned. There had been an awkward five minutes while that had been sorted. Later Billy told me that Jer’s blush had put the best of mine in the shade. Kisses all round had made things better, as they usually did. I was glad Rivers was getting some action again. So, it was clear, was he. Hester and I had agreed that she and Jack would take the train up to Lairg during the Easter holidays. “He’ll want to rake Hamish, and Hamish will be annoyed not to see his family,” I said, “but you’re only going to be there for a couple of days. Once you’re back and we know what’s what then he and Jack can go up for a few weeks to do the work needed. By then I think it’ll be impossible to stop the other two as well. Zeke’s been going on about how he thinks he can do something to a tractor to get it to work, and if he’s right he’ll be worth his weight in gold. There must be any number of useless tractors kicking about, and if I buy one and he can sort it out we’ll make a fortune fixing all the others.” =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 122 as the delights of Inverthrum are discovered. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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