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Subject: Last of the Line – Chapter 99 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 99 Seb was already climbing into the sling when Jack stopped him. “I’ve already pissfucked you, Seb, so off you get. Billy, you’re nearest.” Billy grinned. I knew that the two of them played in the sling regularly during term-time, but Jack had never serviced Billy in this way while I’d been there to watch for some reason. It can’t have been a reluctance to do it in front of Billy’s lover surely? No such idea inhibited any of the other things two queers of their age might do to each other. Billy wriggled down and made himself comfortable. “Dab, I can’t reach the zip – will you undo me at the back.” It was a bit of a fiddle and I was conscious that Jack had not only undone the front half of his zip but had his cock – half-hard with the urgency of his need to piss – in his hand. “Too late!” he groaned and before he could get his cock anywhere near Billy’s arse an arc of gold flew out and up onto Billy’s chest. Billy was not in the least disturbed by this. Jack managed to stop after a couple of seconds, but that was long enough for Billy to become nicely soaked. With the pressure off for a minute or two Jack was able to kneel and rim Billy, but it wasn’t a success. “These shorts are fine for some things,” he said, “but the teeth of the fucking zip keep scratching my face.” I hoped that when he got round to filling Billy’s arse with all those hot hard black inches the teeth on the zip wouldn’t rip him. Maybe in future the one doing the fucking should be naked. “Ready, Billy?” “Mmm. I’ve been ready for ages. Let me have it hard, all at once.” Jack had no need to check that Billy was greased, so having danced a little on the doorstep to get Billy even more fired up he went for it. I’ve seen both Jack and Dodo sticking their cock in hard (and been the happy recipient, though of course you can’t see it ramming in when you’re being rammed) often enough, but each time I’m impressed that an arse can accommodate something that big – long and fat – without damage. As I may have said before, sometimes Billy gets really animal and insists on maximum fierceness when he’s bring fucked, and sometimes he wants it to be so slow and sexy that it lasts for ages. I’m the same, now that I think about it, but there are boys – men – who I want to fuck me fast and others where slow is best. Billy’s best, whether it’s fast or slow. But Jack wasn’t ready to fuck Billy yet. Once his cock was all the way in Billy reached forward and stroked Jack’s face. “Give it to me,” he whispered, “I want to feel gallons of piss.” After a moment Billy began to let go. Billy groaned as his rectum felt the heat of Jack’s piss. “Don’t fuck me this time, Jack. Will one of you stick your cock in when Jack’s finished and keep filling me up? Dodo, you? Then Dab?” Dodo and I looked at each other and nodded. I turned to Seb. “Are you up for this Seb? It’s Christmas after all.” Seb grinned. “Why not? I need to piss as much as the rest of you. I’ll go next, then Dodo, then you, Dab.” There was going to be a great deal of piss sloshing around, not all of it inside Billy. “If that’s what’s going to happen then I’ll stay in and fuck you, Billy. “That would be nice,” said Billy softly. By the time Seb had bravely entered and done what was necessary piss was running out of Billy’s arse and down his legs. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he said, “up to now it’s been a big turn-on, but I’d rather the rest of you did it where I could enjoy it.” Dodo moved to stand next to Billy’s head. “Where?” “On my chest, Dodo, while Dab lets go down there before he fucks me.” “What about me?” said Jack. “You can have mine if you ask nicely,” said Billy. Seb was quick off the mark. “Oh no,” he said, “we share, Jack.” I was in a very familiar place. Billy in the sling, his arse ready for my cock; Dodo beside Billy’s head, his cock piss-heavy ready to anoint Billy; Jack and Seb either side of Billy’s hips, their mouths open, their tongues licking Billy’s glans, their lips ready for Billy to let go. I held my cock, foreskin drawn back, and aimed it at the very back of Billy’s balls, just where the two halves of him joined between his scrotum and his arsehole. “Ready?” I whispered. “Yeah, go for it, all of you.” I don’t know how long the flood lasted – I wasn’t looking at a clock – but I do know that my piss seemed to last for ever. I sprayed it around Billy’s balls and up over his cock onto his belly, but the competition there was too great. Dodo’s bounty was pouring onto Billy’s chest and Belly and I could see it draining off Billy as it ran down two channels either side of his balls. My flow was wasted there so, against instructions, I pushed my cock, still pissing, into his arse. His response was immediate: his back arched and the piss which had been flowing kilis escort from hid cock into the mouths of Jack and Seb was suddenly released into clear air. Seb was quicker to recoil – perhaps to have a better view? – but Jack’s head was directly in the firing line. This was new: there hadn’t been any sign before that a piss shower was welcome, but Jack didn’t flinch. He stayed where he was for a few seconds while Billy went on pissing. As did I; as did Billy; as did Dodo. Jack and Seb, both soaking wet but bereft of any more piss, standing opposite each other on either side of a still-pissing Billy, dis what anyone would have done. Ignoring the streams from all directions they leant together and kissed while their hands spread the wetness over their arms and chests. I think I was the last to stop pissing; it was fuck time. I pulled out to let an arseful of piss run down my legs. “Here goes, Billy, Merry Christmas,” I said softly, “hard, like you asked Jack?” “Mmm.” In hard I went; Billy groaned happily, “yesss, oh fuck, Dab, that’s so hot after my arse had been pissed up – go on, do me hard, full me with your spunk.” I like it when Billy loses it like that, and dirty talk always adds a certain extra to my performance. “If he’s that hot, you lot, he’ll need something happening further up,” I muttered, “wank on him.” Dodo wasn’t going to fall for that: he was already in pole position to deliver directly to Billy’s stomach. The other two broke from their smooch and started to stroke their cocks. “Get on with it,” Billy groaned, “he won’t last long.” He was right. Whether it was the sight of Billy – my Billy, my lovely Billy – thrashing his own cock – his lovely bent Dab-delighting beautiful cock, or of Dodo’s cock in Billy’s mouth while Dodo wanked himself, or of modest Seb and mighty Jack pounding with all the restraint of a 14-year-old, or my own over-heated balls – whatever the reason for my build-up I knew that I would be filling Billy in a few seconds. “Aaah!” I growled, pushing my cock as deeply in as I could … three, four, five hot hard streams of spunk lost in the warm darkness of my lover’s body – lost to me but a precious gift to him, almost as precious as the gouts which I saw streaking across his belly from the blackest cock and the whitest cock in the universe, almost as precious (I could see his throat as he swallowed) as Dodo’s six distinct blasts. Fittingly Billy came last, his flying fist milking himself to deliver a long line of white wonder from just below his chin to his face and hair. Seb had watched it all. “Fuck!” he whispered. He spoke for all of us. Showering took a long time; so did cleaning all the piss off the floor. Half an hour after Billy’s orgasm we and the floor were all ready for the next onslaught though our balls were not. By agreement we decided to call it a day – or rather, an afternoon. ***** The rest of the holiday continued in much the same manner, though without Jack (who was away on his concentrated driving lessons). Each night when the instructor delivered him I got a brief progress report, and it was clear by about the third day that passing the driving part of the test wouldn’t be a problem. I had a quick word with the instructor about the written exam and he seemed confident that the earlier failure had taught Jack a useful lesson. “He will do fine, but he was too cocky at first.” Amen to that, I thought: I like it when Jack’s cocky. Seb had joined Billy and me in bed for Christmas night and Boxing Day. “I want Dodo and Jack to have lots of time together,” he had said. When we were in bed the exertions of the afternoon were still having an effect, even though none of us had come more than once. A discussion began exploring why this should have been, and although no scientific conclusion was reached the consensus was that the heightened excitement of all that pissing had not only made the orgasms more intense – that had been obvious at the time, even to the extent of Dodo’s down Billy’s throat – but more physically draining as well. “Still,” said Billy cheerfully, “I think I could muster another one or two while we’re all gathered together.” Seb was lying between us. “Show me your hand, Seb,” said Billy, “make a fist.” Seb obliged and Billy examined it carefully. “Show me yours next to it, Dab.” This looked interesting, and when Billy put the two hands together Seb’s was noticeably smaller. “When you were all pissing on me in the sling I suddenly wanted something really big up me. Dodo’s is long and thick, but it’s not as thick as your knuckles, Seb. Would you be willing to fist me? Have you fisted anyone before? Dab loves it I know, but I’ve never been keen until today.” Jack and Hamish had fisted me at Inverthrum and before that Jack had fisted me when Seb was in hospital and Dodo had been with us. Billy hadn’t shown any interest then, but now things looked different. Seb turned to Billy. “Of course I have, Billy, and I’m told I’m good at it. Jack’s good too, so if you like it there’s plenty available here after Dodo and I go home. You’re in for some fun, but a bit like this afternoon the fun is much better in the right context. I’d far rather have my arm up someone than my cock – but you know that already.” “You’re too modest about the fucking, Seb,” I said, and reminded him that it was almost a year since he had kıbrıs escort been persuaded to fuck me at New Year. “Have you fucked anyone since?” “Only Dodo, and only because he begged me to. It was nice, but nothing like as nice as the other way round.” He turned to me and grinned. “You won’t convert me, you know.” I kissed his lips gently. “I wouldn’t try, Seb. Without bottoms the rest of us are nowhere.” Warm males snuggling close together in bed talking about it has a way of making sex seem a better thing to do rather than merely to talk about. “Why don’t you get him ready, Seb?” I said. He turned to me surprised. “Don’t you want to, Dab?” “Of course I do, but he’s used to me down there. A fresh set of lips and whatever else will make it seem more exotic.” Seb, permission having been granted, wasted no time. “On your knees then, Billy, doggy-fashion’s best first time.” I didn’t say anything – I thought the sling would be far better, but the sling was half a house away and the journey there would drain all the lusty build-up away before any of us got there. Another time perhaps. What mattered was easy access to a wide-open arse and doggy-fashion worked well enough. It also offered distinct possibilities for a third player to become involved as things progressed. I reached over and got a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. Seb knelt at his work-surface and addressed it. “Now,” he whispered, “I must make sure you are ready, Billy’s arse. You look good enough to eat,” and he matched his action to his words, his tongue journeying quickly the length of Billy’s arse crack. “Nice and greased, I see. But a fist needs a lot more grease than a cock, Billy’s arse, even a cock as big and overwhelmingly magic as Dodo’s. Have you met Dodo’s cock, Billy’s arse?” I was delighted to see that Billy contracted, clenching his arse, in response to this question. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ – it’s very big isn’t it?” (Another clench.) A well-timed pause, then, “but my fist’s bigger, and what’s more it’s got an arm attached to it, Billy’s cock. When Dodo’s up there Dodo’s belly stops it going any further in, but my hand doesn’t have a belly – it has an arm, a long sexy arm with fingers at the end – fingers that like to play in the dark and do nice things a long way from Billy’s arse, Billy’s cock.” While all this nonsense was going on Seb had stopped mouth music and fingers had begun to make their entry. Billy, silent until now apart from a stifled chuckle, whispered, “three, then let’s see.” I was pretty sure, knowing how Billy liked to come when was being fucked, that I wanted to be under him with his cock in my mouth at the critical time. I wriggled sideways and tested the closeness of the fit. “Mmm,” from Billy, “that’s weird at right angles.” I moved off him briefly. “All the more exciting then. You could make it even more exciting by closing your eyes and pretending I’m Hamish.” He laughed, “or Henry, Dab, why not go the whole hog?” Seb’s three fingers were busy at work, not on Billy’s prostate but stretching the muscle at the doorway. He turned his hand this way and that, reaming and gradually making the muscle relax even more than it usually did when a cock was seeking entrance. With his other hand he squeezed a big squirt of lube onto his hand, then rubbed them both together. “Don’t worry, Billy’s arse,” he said, “I’m coming straight back.” Lube was poured onto Billy’s arse crack. Billy shivered. “Mmm.” Seb’s fingers – four this time – went in. Billy sighed. Seb’s steepled fingers went on reaming. A couple of minutes later “I think you’re ready, Billy’s arse. I’m going to talk to Billy now, but don’t go away. Ready Billy?” “Yeah. It’s magic what you’re doing, Seb’s hand.” Seb pushed his steepled fingers in until he could go no further. “This is it, Billy. Push like fuck when I push. It’ll hurt like hell for a few seconds. I’ll stop as soon as I’m in, then it’s up to you.” I kept my mouth shut: this was their journey. All I was there to do was catch the drips. Seb pushed; Billy pushed; Seb was in; Billy groaned, but no more than he groaned when I fucked him, so the trauma was pretty minimal; Seb paused, “OK?” “Mmm.” Seb went in further, slowly, slowly, slowly. Billy groaned. “Oh Jesus, Seb, that’s … so weird a feeling … like a fire in me … ah! Dab, yes, yes -” and his cock jerked as it gave me the reward I love receiving – hot, salty, creamy, essence of Billy, the man I love. I reached up to caress his balls, his big generous balls emptying as I felt each pulse of joy fill my mouth, my throat, my stomach, my soul. My hand left his balls: my cock’s need was suddenly overwhelming. I was so fired up by what was happening to Billy that I was coming on my belly almost before the last of Billy’s spunk had been swallowed. “You enjoyed that, you two,” said Seb. “I’m glad.” He slowly took his arm out. “Look, “he said, moving up the bed and pointing to a place three inches below his elbow, “that’s as far in as I got, Billy.” Billy smiled a dazed sort of smile. “My arse says ‘thank you’, Seb.” “Not at all, kind sir, your cock can pay me when it’s feeling more up to it.” Billy collapsed onto the bed (luckily I had moved out of the way). “I’ve been missing something, haven’t I?” I nodded. “But you’ve a year or two in front of you, love, and Jack’s never far away. kırıkkale escort You never know, you may be able to accommodate me once you get really used to it.” “We’ll see, Dab, but your cock’s more important to me than your arm – never forget that.” A prolonged smooch followed. At last Seb coughed discreetly. “Fairies get a wish as Christmas, don’t they?” I remembered my hostly duties. “Of course they do. What would your wish be, Fairy?” “You two have come, and mightily from the look of it. Will one of you honour me?” “One of us will fuck you in half an hour,” I said, “that ought to be enough, and given the amount of spunk he’s just lost he’ll be able to keep at it for ages. The other one will suck you off until then. You get to choose.” Seb thought about it. “Billy’s fucked me lots of times, but you’ve never fucked me once, Dab. Tonight’s your chance.” I was surprised, but thinking about it he was right. Quite why my cock and his arse were strangers was a mystery, but at least it was going to be put right soon enough. Seb lay on his back smiling invitingly at Billy. “Come on,” he whispered, “you know you want to.” Billy knelt between Seb’s open legs and put his hands under Seb’s arse. Seb lifted his hips and tucked his ankles out of the way behind Billy’s neck. “There,” he murmured, “I’m all yours.” I have always loved watching Billy make love – there’s no other word – to someone else. My brain and my insides can almost feel the sensations he’s giving whoever it is – Jack, Dodo, luscious trebles in Cambridge, Hamish – because he’s done those same things so often to me and given me such joy every time. I felt Seb’s arse being licked; fingers playing at the entrance; a tongue teasing the sensitive flesh just inside. I felt my balls twitch when Seb’s were in Billy’s mouth; I felt my cock, drained though it had been, begin to harden as Seb’s cock was slowly engulfed in Billy’s mouth, his tongue playing, his lips easing Seb’s foreskin back. I closed my eyes and I could feel Billy’s mouth on the cock of my mind, whirling with rainbows. Was it Seb making those mews of pleasure or was it me? I opened my eyes to see Seb’s face screwed up in ecstasy, his cock completely out of sight between Billy’s lips, Seb making little fucking motions, his hands gripping the bed under him. I caught Billy’s eye and he winked. I winked back: it was a moment of real intimacy, almost as though we were joined through Seb’s body. The mewing was getting more continuous – Seb was thrashing around and Billy had difficulty in keeping Seb’s cock where it was wanted without there being any danger of damage from teeth. Suddenly without warning Billy put four fingers hard into Seb’s arse and Seb’s body almost left the bed as he came gloriously and noisily. “Aaah! Christ, Billy, you … ah! … ah!” as his orgasm subsided then, “in me, Dab, now, quick, hard!” Hard it was, and long-lasting. All the brain-fizzing which watching Billy at work had rejuvenated my erection; luckily it had not brought me anywhere near coming for a second time. Seb had wanted me in hard and that’s what he got. I’d known he would be well-greased – not least with his own internal juices – so I plunged in without pausing. Once I was in as far as I could get I squeezed him hard. “You like that, don’t you,” I said, “I’m in charge and you’re helpless.” His eyes sparkled, “yeah. Use me, Dab. Fuck me like no-one’s ever fucked me before.” It was a tall order, but I did my best. Dodo and Jack have far more in the inches department that I do, but what I lack in inches I make up for with inventiveness and sheer stamina. Before I finally came that night I’d up-ended him and fucked him doggy-fashion; I’d made Billy hold him almost upside-down while I stood on the ned and fucked him that way (and made a note that while it was worth trying once it wasn’t something to repeat – though it did make him make a different noise); and as I sensed that the marathon was nearing its conclusion I went n]back to fucking him as I had started – on his back with his legs tight round my back and his arms tight round my neck. He was almost bent double – an arse aching for being filled with a body to hang on to. In the maelstrom of his own sensations – he had come already when he was upside-down – he sensed I was close, very close. “Yes, Dab,” he whispered, “yes.” I accelerated and fucked him as hard as I’d fucked anybody. We were both making a lot of noise. Then I was there. My cock swelled and I felt spunk flooding out of me. My eyes were tight shut. A few seconds later Seb groaned and I felt as though a vice was gripping me deep inside Seb’s arse. His spunking – his third in about an hour, wasn’t big on volume (as we found when we peeled each other apart ten minutes later) but it was immense in its capacity for his arse muscles to squeeze more spunk out of me than my balls were keen to supply. As I got my breath back – we were still wrapped tight – I asked him who had taught him that trick. “Up your arse, you mean?” I nodded. “No-one taught me, but Dodo and I have worked it out. It drives him crazy.” It was a night for sticky spunky sleeping. I don’t think Seb or I could have stood up unaided in the shower. Billy was very sweet about it. “Tomorrow you’ll show me your magic trick, Seb.” Seb smiled happily. He loves the bend too. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 100 as December becomes January. 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