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Subject: Last of the Line – Chapter 123 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 123 “This is nice,” said Jer as he wriggled comfortably into the sling, “we haven’t done this for ages, and we’ve never done it in broad daylight.” It was true: wet fun and games tended to be enjoyed nearer bedtime. Perhaps that was why playing in the sling room in the afternoon added a certain illicit spice: it wasn’t pissing up a boy’s arse that was illicit, it was doing so when he should have been working. But what this session was about, as much as the pissing was important, was to try to find out more about what Jer really wanted to do. I was quite happy for him to carry on doing what Hester or Jack told him to do, but evidently Jer himself needed to feel his contribution was greater. Where to start? The most immediate thing, though, was what was lying back in the sling grinning up at me. “In you or on you?” I said softly. “You do it in me and I’ll do it on me, Dab.” I advanced a finger: I was 99% sure he’d still be greased, even though he hadn’t earned his crust being fucked for several months, and my finger slipped in nicely. “Mmm, that’s nice. Now get what matters in there and let fly.” I touched my cock-head to his arse lips and as always I was welcomed in. Jer likes a pissfuck to start really slowly (unlike normal fucks, where speed and vigour were demanded) and it took almost a minute before I was all the way in. He sighed deeply as I got deeper in and his cock began to leak piss. It was still soft (the mark of a professional!) and I leaned over to take it in my hand, aiming it up so that when he started to piss in earnest it would fountain up onto his body. We’d done this often enough before that he knew his own hands would be needed to spread the piss all over his chest and belly. Half a minute after I was all the way in he was pissing with full force. That was when I relaxed and allowed my bladder to join in. “Ah fuck! Dab, every time you piss up my arse I remember how hot it is.” (The professional again.) “Just let’s both piss like we are until we’re both empty.” I was happy to let him run things. My three pints made their way out of Jer’s arse – as they always did – leaking round the sides of my cock and running down my legs. I spent a happy quarter of an hour with Billy once – years ago – experimenting with pouring jugs of warm water down each other’s legs, and coming to the conclusion that warm piss running down your legs is a lot sexier than warm water. I suppose we should have been more rigorous and repeated the experiment with the receiver’s eyes shut, but I was only about 17 at the time and the experiment led to a more interesting conclusion. Here things were going nicely. At least five pints of ex-beer had flowed off Jer’s body or down my legs and was draining into the hole under the sling. While I was still deep inside him I whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Jer, in the sling. Out you get.” He grinned, “I’d like that.” I helped him out and he helped me in. When you’re all fired up in the middle of an extended piss session lying down in the sling with your back in a pool of piss is an added delight, strange though it may sound. Mind you, it was still nice and warm having been in my bladder only minutes before. Jer was in no hurry to get his cock involved: we’ve done this before, as I said, and he knows that I appreciate his spending time with his face in my arse. Lips, tongue, all uncaring of the piss-wetness, all licking and darting into me, all lighting little fires of lust. He knows that there will be more piss and we both know that it will arrive unannounced. We both know that it will be welcome. Ten minutes pass; ten minutes during which I am loving what this boy does to me, this boy for whom I am now responsible, this boy who is Zeke’s boyfriend, Zeke who has found a niche here for himself; ten minutes which bring me no nearer what I need to say to him about his own niche. And suddenly he stands up, his cock hard and urgent. “Fuck time, Dab,” he says. In he thrusts, hard, possessing. He knows how I like it. We both know that this will be a quick fuck, maybe as much as five minutes, but certainly no more. Long fucks happen in bed, certainly when Jer’s doing the fucking. Jer fucks hard and deep: the heat inside me is intense. It’s quire unlike the feeling when Billy fucks me, or Jack, or anyone else. Maybe that’s what’s great about the life we’re all living: we each give each of the others kilis escort our own unique gifts. He’s nearly there. The sounds are different; the expression on his face is different; his hands grasp my body in different places as he strives to bury his cock even more deeply in me. Then, “aaaargh!” and he starts to unload. Spurt after spurt of spunk invisibly shooting out of him into me … again … again … my hands have not been idle and I’m coming too, onto my belly, onto Jer leaning over me to make sure he gets his share of the spunk still jetting out of me, we kiss, our tongues frantic while my cock squirts its last into the non-space between our wet bellies. “Mmm,” he groans as my arms go round him, gluing him to me, “you’re on fire today, Dab.” It’s sad that the one thing he excels at is something he can’t provide outside the household. I’m still no nearer an answer as he slips out of my arse, followed by a gallon of spunk instantly harvested and – a moment or two later – shared. “Come on, shower,” I said brightly. We soaped each other very thoroughly and wrapped ourselves in big fluffy towels. “Let’s talk,” I said. We sat side by side on a dry bit of the floor, leaning against the wall. And just as I was about to start the door opened. Jer froze, but I knew that only a few people knew the combination. Billy came in and quickly shut the door behind him. “You’ve finished from the look of things. Dab, Dodo and Seb have just arrived. You two get dressed – leave cleaning this place up to me.” As we dressed quickly I explained that Dodo was Jack’s brother and Seb was his boyfriend. Jer was impressed. “Is everybody you know someone’s boyfriend, Dab?” Billy laughed. “Some of us think there’s something in the water here, Jer. Go on, I’ll sort this out, I mean it, Dab.” Downstairs I found Dodo and Seb in the Library. “Come and meet them,” I said, “I think you’ll like them.” Jer wasn’t too keen, but he followed me into the room. Dodo hugged me. “How are you all doing, Dab? Not starving from the look of things. I see you’ve found another child to fuck – I assume you’re fucking him. Is he fucking you, pretty child?” “Jer, this is Dodo,” I said, “as you can see, he’s a nosy bugger.” Jer smiled, “hello, Dodo. Yes. And not just Dab.” “I’m Seb, and I’m the sensible one. Please forgive my rude friend.” Jer was about to go back outside again but something made me stop him. “Stay, Jer, these two must have come for a reason. If it’s what I think it might be then you can bear the glad tidings to Jack and Zeke later.” “Zeke?” said Dodo. “My boyfriend, Dodo. I think Dab puts something in the water.” “You’re right, Dab,” said Seb, “delightful as it is to see you and any new boys you might have acquired there is a reason why we’re here. It’s a bit delicate though. We’ve come to ask a favour – more of a business proposition really.” “Spit it out, Seb – not words I think I’ve ever uttered before.” Seb smiled the way he always did. “The man who runs the shop wants to pack up. The electric stuff’s all useless and we had to bring in candles and write all the sales on bits of paper for the first few weeks. We’ve got power again, but he says it’ll just go on getting worse. The bottom line is that he’s willing to sell and there’s six of us who work there who want to buy him out.” “How much are we talking about?” I said. Dodo and Seb exchanged looks. “He wants a million and a half,” said Seb, “but we think he’ll accept a lot less.” “That’s normal. Most sellers are willing to come down.” I remembered the purchase of the vineyards. “Especially when selling is their idea.” “Dodo, go and ask Dunstable if he has a moment.” While he was out of the room I pumped Seb. “How serious are you both to buy a share?” “Very. We think there will always be demand for what we sell, and it’ll probably increase while sex is the only thing to take people’s minds off what’s happening.” Jer’s ears were pricked. “You work in a sex shop?” “Yeah. Why – d’you want to come and work with us? You’d be a godsend, a nice-looking sexy thing like you.” Jer grinned, “yeah, sounds fun, Seb.” I don’t think any of us thought more about it at the time because Dunstable and Dodo came in then. I explained what Seb and Dodo wanted, and that I was all for helping if we could. Dunstable asked all sorts of detailed questions, most of which neither Seb nor Dodo could answer. He turned to me. “It sounds as though your friends are seeking half a million between them. Neither of them has any clear idea about the business though. Your Lordship, if you want to make this investment you should let me handle it, because I can make sure that the business is sound and that you and the other people involved are paying a fair price. Is that what you want?” I turned to Seb. “Well? Is that what you two want?” They both nodded. “Will you handle it, Dunstable?” “With pleasure. Why don’t they come into my office and the three of us can get down to details?” And off they went. Jer was silent for a few moments after they’d gone. “Wow! You can fork out half a million quid just like that, Dab!” I grinned. “I own a brewery and a vineyard. Adding a brothel would cover most sins, but there isn’t one for sale. A sex shop is the nearest thing. Half an hour ago you were in a sling – it came from their shop.” I’m sure I heard the faint sound of wheels turning. “Do you kıbrıs escort think Seb meant it?” “Meant what? Half a million quid?” “No, Dab, me working there. I could keep an eye on your half a million quid if I was there.” “Would you like that, Jer?” “I’ve no idea, but I’d love to try. After all me being sexy is why you saw me in the first place.” I smiled. “OK, let’s see what Seb says when Dunstable’s finished with them.” Jer rushed over the where I was sitting and engulfed me in a cuddle. I do like unfettered demonstrations of pleasure. “Before you rush into anything think about the upsides and the downsides. You’ll earn good money while you’re there and you might find it’s what you really want to do. On the downside you won’t be living with Zeke – I imagine Dodo and Seb will find room for you in their bed, but that’s up to them. The shop is 40 miles away so you won’t be coming home each night.” That stopped him in his tracks. “I think you should try it for a week if Seb’s OK with it. That will be long enough for you to find out if it’s what you want to do, and when you come home after a week Zeke and you will be on fire for each other.” Jer cheered up. “Yeah. Spunk’ll fly everywhere.” I rather doubted that, believing that the copious amounts of spunk which would certainly be ejaculated would be much more likely to do so up and arse or in a mouth. However I wasn’t about to rain on his parade, not least because it didn’t seem at all likely to me that his balls would have been undisturbed while he was with Dodo and Seb. They appeared a few minutes later. “Mr Dunstable asked us everything we knew,” said Seb, “but there’s a whole lot we don’t know. He’s going to get in touch with the boss and get the information he says you’re going to need to make a decision. It would be great if you could make this work, Dab.” I felt a meeting with Dunstable would get the answer pretty quickly, but I had to wait for his gathering of a business case, so I said nothing. Nothing about any possible investment, that is. “You said Jer would be good in the shop, Seb. Were you serious?” “God yes. The younger and sexier the staff are the more we get through the till. You remember when Dodo came we practically sold out of stuff. Queers love perving over pretty boys, Dab, even if the boys aren’t available.” “And if I remember, Seb, sometimes they are.” Seb smiled. “You were special, Dab. For one thing you weren’t fat and forty. A lot of them are.” I turned to Jer. “Can you handle that? Fat and forty?” Jer snorted. “I’ve been paid to smile lecherously at men a lot older than that while they fuck me, Dab.” “Aha!” cried Dodo, “an ex-professional. And dies he want to come and flaunt his selling skills in out den of vice?” “He wants to come and work in your shop, Dodo. Or at least he wants to give it a try. Seb, is that possible? Can he come for a week to see whether his ideas are workable?” “Please, Seb?” said Jer with his best ex-professional winsome I’m-only-14 smile. Dodo forestalled any reply from Seb. “The bad news, Jer, is that you’ll have to put up with sharing our bed and being fucked all night.” Jer’s smile became even more winsome. “Oh sir! I hope you’ll be gentle with me.” “I think that’s settled then,” said Seb. “He comes home with us today and we bring him back on Saturday. Can we stay for the weekend, Dab?” I was about to agree when it dawned on me that Zeke knew nothing of this and ought to be involved. “Go and get Zeke, Jer, and bring him here. If he’s busy tell him from me it’s important.” Jer was gone. “Well, Dab, where did you find that one?” said Dodo, “I detect another of your waifs and strays. Is he part of a set like the last two?” I explained in as much detail as seemed necessary. Seb and Dodo were impressed. “The week looks like opening a lot of eyes to a lot of things,” said Seb. “Not just eyes,” added Dodo inevitably. Zeke and Jer came in. From the look on Zeke’s face Jer had told him what was happening. “Has this been going on long?” he demanded. “No, Zeke, calm down. What has he told you?” I said, pointing firmly to an armchair. “These two are Dodo, Jack’s brother, and his boyfriend Seb. They work in a sex shop selling sex toys, not their bodies.” Zeke had the grace to grin. “They drove over to talk to me about the business and Jer was here – we’d been in the sling room – and heard the conversation. Seb said he’d be a wow working in the shop, flaunting his pretty little arse -” “I never said that, Dab!” “No, but it was clear that was what you were thinking. Anyway Jer had already told me that he knew you were thrilled to be doing all your stuff with tractors and that he hadn’t felt he was doing anything all that useful. Working in a sex shop seems like fun. Seb’s agreed to take him on for a week so that Jer can find out. The shop’s 40 miles away, so Jer will stay with them. But you have to agree, Zeke. It’s only for a week.” “What happens if he loves it there? What about us – him and me, Dab?” Jer went over and knelt at Zeke’s feet. It was up to me to say something. “Zeke, I promised you both you could stay as long as you wanted. That promise is not going to change. If Jer likes the shop and wants to stay there’s nothing stopping you moving to live with him there. There must be any number of cars and vans for you to convert there – probably far more than there are round kırıkkale escort here. He’ll be doing what he wants and so will you. You’ll both still be together. Where’s the problem?” “Apart from my arse healing up in the next week.” It was clear he’d come round to accepting the puppy at his feet. “I’ll do my best about that,” I said. ***** That week saw a lot of progress on a lot of fronts. Dunstable had two meetings with the owner, and in between had met Seb in a local pub. “I didn’t want the owner to know that we had any relationship with any of the potential buyers,” he explained. “When the amount was made clear to the other four staff it was obvious that none of them had a hope of raising their share. I didn’t say anything about that, and I told Sebastian to say nothing either. I think the owner will settle for something slightly over a million. That satisfies his pride – £1,005,000 is a lot more cheerful than £995,000. If you were to put up the share of those two it will come to say £350,000 but the sale will fall through because there’s no-one to put up the balance. The owner won’t get a sale and we don’t know – or care – what happens then. It’s a sound business – he’s run it tightly – and it makes around 20% a year in net profit. Rather than lend those two what they’re asking for I think you should consider buying the whole business.” I hadn’t expected that. Dunstable wouldn’t have made such a suggestion unless he knew we could afford it, and unless he believed it was a sound long-term business venture. “Raising a million will be no problem. Banks still want to lend, after all. None of us has the first idea what the world is going to look like in two years’ time, never mind twenty, but I’d be willing to bet that sex and alcohol will be things men will want to give up buying last, and you’ve got alcohol covered already. It’s a risk, but not that great, I’d judge.” “Let me sleep on it. It’s Thursday – the three of them will be back for dinner on Saturday. Why don’t you join us and we can all hear what everybody else thinks? I’ll tell you what I feel tomorrow morning.” He nodded. ***** I didn’t really need to sleep on it, and my view the following morning was the same as it had been when Dunstable had finished telling me about it. By lunch-time on Friday he had made an offer of £1,050,000 and by the end of the day, after some obligatory haggling, a sale at £1,095,000 had been agreed. In two months’ time when all the paperwork was done I would be the owner. I had to think about whether that was what I wanted in the long term, but Jer would be a large part of that, and I couldn’t begin to think about the details until he knew what he wanted. Dinner on the Saturday was a strange meal. As soon as Jer was in the front door he practically ate the face off Zeke. “I’ve so missed you,” he moaned between mouthfuls. Billy and I exchanged another of those aren’t-they-sweet looks, as did Jack and Hamish. “Dodo, why don’t you and Seb work out where you want to sleep. Drag those two with you if you can get them unwound.” Jack and Hamish had agreed with Billy and me beforehand that we would fit in with what the others decided – it was only for two nights, and the arrangements might well be different on Sunday. “Beer and whatever in the Library in 15 minutes,” I called after them. Mrs Tallis had rejoiced in the news that we would be nine for dinner. “I shall look forward to something more challenging,” she said. I said I would leave the choice to her – I like a surprise. At 7.15 Dunstable joined Billy and me in the Library. Dunstable is a keen gin man, so since he was the only one I invited him to mix himself a martini. Billy and I were white wine drinkers, both of us keen to get out teeth round my stuff later in the year. The other six all appeared a couple of minutes later. Six pints were soon in their hands. “No business until after the pudding,” I said, “but you are allowed to notice that Mr Dunstable is smiling, Seb and Dodo.” “That’s so unfair, Dab,” said Dodo. I nodded. At 7.30 I led them through to King Edward’s table where vichyssoise was waiting. Mrs Tallis really had pushed the boat out because grilled soles appeared with tiny new potatoes and peas. Jack was amused. “I was told to hoick out 100 of the smallest spuds I could find this morning, and here they all are.” Billy went round with the rest of the Chablis. I went round 15 minutes later with the claret to accompany the venison. It was Hamish’s turn to be amused. “I wondered when I’d see this again,” he said, and then had to explain to Seb and Dodo that he had been given chunks of it up at Inverthrum. “It was touch and go whether it thawed on the way home.” I’d sat Seb next to Dunstable (I was on his other side) hoping that Dunstable might talk to him about the shop (though not, as I’d said, about its ownership). I was pleased that they chatted animatedly. It meant that Dodo, next to Seb, could exchange brotherly news with Jack, and their conversation was equally animated. Billy and Hamish had agreed beforehand that they would clear the plates away and bear the pudding in. Only Dunstable and I had seen a baked Alaska before. Once everyone had finished and seconds had been offered to (and accepted by) all those under 40, and eaten I pushed my plate away. “Well now,” I said, “here’s what’s going to happen.” =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 124 as Time’s winged chariot gets on with it. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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