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Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 32 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 32 As soon as I got home at the end of term Billy was waiting at the steps. For the first time we could embrace openly: it was as though a new world was opening up for us both. “Come on,” he said, “I want you to see this.” He led me up to the bedroom and threw open the door. To my delight it was no longer `my’ bedroom. Although we had slept in it together for a long time it had contained none of Billy’s things – now it did; now it was truly `our’ room. I put my arms round him. “That’s the nicest welcome home I’ve ever had, Billy, thank you.” “I’ve been moving things in here since you were last here two months ago. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise.” “Of course I don’t mind – I think it’s a lovely idea. Does your family know about us?” He shook his head. “I don’t know how to tell them. I think they’d be shocked.” This was something I’d always known might be a problem, but since he and I had been lovers for over three years and his family had remained unaware of things I saw no reason why they needed to know now – after all, they weren’t about to discover the bedroom arrangements had changed. “Leave them in ignorance then. No-one here is going to tell them.” We spent an hour talking about everything and nothing, as lovers do. He told me that his training was going well, “but don’t, for God’s sake, have a dinner party, Dab.” He and Mrs Tallis had had a long talk, at her instigation, a few weeks earlier, about which neither of them had breathed a word to me. “She asked me to see her one morning, and I was worried that it might be bad news. I can’t think why, because she was really kind.” “What happened? Was there something wrong?” “No, nothing like that. She told me that your being so open and straightforward about us and so on had made her think about the household arrangements. She looked me in the eye. `Billy,’ she said, `you and his Lordship are important to each other, and we all care about you both. It’s silly that you and he have had to creep about and pretend. It’s my belief that everyone would be much happier if there was an end to pretending.’ I said I agreed with her, and that I was glad that you had said what you said. She said there was more to it. `I think we ought to move the two boys into the house, into a room next to yours and his Lordship’s. Wouldn’t that make sense, Billy?’ I said that it made a great deal of sense. `Good,’ she said, `I’m glad you’re being sensible. I want his Lordship to feel that we are running the household to make his – and your – life comfortable.’ I was amazed that Mrs Tallis cared as much about how I felt, and how Billy, and Jack and Dodo, felt. “What did they say?” “Jack couldn’t believe his luck – nor could Dodo, but he was a bit worried that Mrs Tallis knew. `Of course she knows, Dodo,’ I said, `that’s what Dab was telling everyone.’ I don’t think he believes that the people here are as tolerant as they are. Maybe that’s what his parents being killed, and all the persecution, does to you.” I put my arms round him again. “Yeah,” I whispered, “it must have been awful. But they’re here now, and safely installed next door.” He nodded. “We moved them in the very next day, but it’s been a big secret – we wanted to surprise you. Then, the day after we moved everything Mrs Morley called me in. `I expect it would make sense if you three young imps ate together, Billy. It would save a deal of bother if you did, and if his Lordship agrees, if the four of you ate together when he’s at home.’ I hope you do agree, Dab.” “It will be pretty lonely if I don’t.” “Good, because it’s lunch time. Come on.” July meant a cold lunch, waiting for us on the sideboard when Billy and I went downstairs. The other two were waiting for us. “It’s OK!” cried Jack, “Dab’s smiling.” By the end of lunch I had caught up with all their news. Jorrocks was very pleased with Jack, working 10 hours a day and learning very fast. Dodo was busying himself picking up how the maintenance work was done. “Byrd’s retiring next month,” I reminded him, “will you be able to cope without him?” Dodo wasn’t sure, but he said he would do his best. I wasn’t completely certain that Dodo had found his niche yet, but there was no other opening I could think of. After lunch the two of them went back to work while Billy cleared up. I told him I had to go to see Sebastian, and we’d talk again when I got back. “What’s that about?” “No idea. He zipped me a few days ago and asked me to go to the shop. Some new toy, I imagine.” “In that case you mustn’t keep him waiting,” and a quick kiss sent me on my way. Rivers was equally curious, but stayed in the Rolls while I went shopping. As kilis escort soon as I went down the stairs to HOM I looked for Sebastian. He was serving another customer, so once I’d caught his eye I browsed the merchandise. I’d decided to look at sounds, given the fun we’d had with the electro one. Sebastian joined me a few minutes later. “What’s up?” I said. “I want to talk to you, Dab, but not here. Are you with Rivers?” I nodded. “Can we talk in the car?” I said it all sounded very mysterious, but he assured me that the only reason he couldn’t talk in the shop was that he didn’t want any of the other staff there to hear. “Does it matter if Rivers hears?” I said. “I’d rather he didn’t.” “In that case let’s go for a walk. Can you leave the shop?” Leaving was not a problem, it seemed. Once we were outside he started. “Has Dodo said anything?” “No. What about?” “I think I love him, Dab, the same as you love your Billy.” That was unexpected. “Does he know? Have you told him?” “Yes to both, and I think he feels the same. We zip each other every day – I gave him a zipper so that we could keep in touch – and although he hasn’t said the words I don’t think there’s any doubt. When the five of us were together two months ago I knew he did things to me that no-one else had ever done. I don’t mean up my arse, although he did that too, no, I mean in my brain, soul, heart, call it what you like. You know what Billy does to you, Dab, so I don’t have to describe it.” “Yes, I know, Sebastian. Go on.” “This isn’t easy, Dab. I know you rescued him and Jack and gave them both work and a home. Dodo tells me how grateful he is every time he zips me. But … oh, hell … just say it, Sebastian … he isn’t happy with the work he’s doing. The man he works with is retiring, isn’t he? and Dodo feels he can’t possibly do what will be expected of him.” This was alarming, but clearly Sebastian had more to say. “Dab, I’ll be honest. Dodo and I have talked about this. I drove over three weekends ago and brought him back here for a night. I made him promise not to tell you until I had told you first. Billy and Jack agreed to keep quiet too. What happened is that Dodo wants to come to work in the shop and live with me. He would be a great salesman, and you know how we like to engage with customers. If you let him then he’d move in with me. The problem is Jack, and I’ve no idea how to resolve it. That’s why you’re here, Dab. What should we do?” This was unexpected, to say the least. “I have no idea, Sebastian – it’s all too sudden. If you and Dodo love each other I’m happy for you both. But there’s Jack to think about, as well as Dodo not being my handyman. I got the impression at lunch that he wasn’t all that happy with working under Byrd, but I didn’t think it couldn’t be fixed somehow.” I paused for a minute or two. “Tell you what,” I went on, “come to lunch on Saturday and we’ll talk about it with Dodo and Jack. That gives me two days to talk to them both myself. OK?” “Thank you, Dab. I was worried that you might blow up.” I put my arm round his shoulders – we were, after all, walking along the High Street – and said quietly, “the only place I’ll blow up is your arse, Sebastian, and only if you ask nicely.” Sebastian’s smile allowed itself a brief appearance. We were only a minute away from the shop, having walked in a big circle. “Go and sell stuff to the Midlands queers, and I’ll go back to my nestful of queers for the day. I’ll come and look at the sounds soon, I promise.” Rivers didn’t pump me on the way back – just as well, because I was deep in thought about what to do. I knew what I felt in my guts – that Dodo, who after all was 17, eight months older than I was, should go where his heart and his cock led. Sebastian and he would make an interesting couple, and if Dodo was any good as a salesman he would surely do well in a sex shop catering for queers. No, it was Jack where the problem lay. Jack was only 13 and had never – apart from a memorable 12 hours – been separated from his brother’s protection since their parents were killed. By the time Rivers delivered my back home I was no nearer knowing what to do. I walked round to Jorrocks’s lair, but there was no-one there, and there was no-one visible in the garden. Blast! If it had been the middle of winter one or other of them would have been nearby, but at the height of summer Jack could be anywhere. I set off for the orchard, where I found Jorrocks peering up into a tree. Much as I wanted to talk to Jack it would have seemed very odd not to have passed the time of day with the old man. It seemed that a blight of some kind had been seen on one of the trees and Jorrocks was policing the rest of them. “Is it serious?” I asked. “Well, Master … your … Sir,” he finally got out, “it’s serious if it’s not caught, but young Jack spotted the blighter this morning and told me in good time. We’ll spray properly when I’ve found how widespread it is. I think we’ve caught it though.” I said I was glad to hear it, and glad that Jack had spotted something serious. “You must be making a good job of training him. He sounds keen.” “Keen! I’ve never seen a boy as keen. 10 hours he was working yesterday and if I hadn’t chased him off kıbrıs escort at 6 he’d have been going on till dark. He’s a real joy to have alongside me, Master Dab, and that’s a fact.” I smiled. “That’s good to hear – where is he now?” Jack, it seemed, had been sent to the far end of the large vegetable garden, all of half a mile way. Still, it was a nice walk. He saw me coming and came slowly over. Not like a puppy bounding up, full of excitement, but at a proper pace, his eyes looking at what was growing. I was impressed. The Jack I saw in bed was a boisterous boy, but this Jack was Jack the serious apprentice gardener, his mind very much on his work. I liked both Jacks – liked them very much. “Tell me what’s going on here,” I said. “What do you mean, Dab?” he said, sounding worried. I pointed to whatever it was growing in front of me. Here, Jack, what’s this?” He seemed relieved: this had to be sorted out quickly; there was too much unspoken stuff going on for anyone’s comfort. The crop, I learned, was pumpkins, and they were doing very nicely. “There’s a huge demand in October with Hallowe’en,” he explained. It dawned on me that he probably knew more about what we grew and where we sold it than I did. I made a mental note to talk to Dunstable and Wilbye. I was finding it strangely difficult to start a conversation with this serious Jack. No such reticence attended our less formal sessions – ‘get your arse over here, it’s time I fucked you’ would not have been out of place there. I decided just to get on with it. “Has Dodo told you about Sebastian?” I asked. He nodded, looking at the ground. “What do you feel about it?” He looked up, straight into my eyes. “Do you really want to know, Dab?” It was my turn to nod. “I feel torn in half. One bit of me is happy that Dodo is in love, or says he is. I don’t know whether he is or not, and I don’t think he does either. But he’s all dippy about Seb, that’s clear enough. So that bit of me’s happy for him. But if he goes off and lives with Seb who’ll look after me? You’ve got Billy, but all I’ve got is Dodo.” My serious grown-up Jack was rapidly becoming a third Jack I’d not met before – a frightened little boy. When the jillies and Dodo had run off and left him he was a furious indignant hate-spitting little firebrand, but this – much less threatening – desertion was having an utterly different effect on him. My heart melted. Poor little bugger, I thought, he’s only 13 and he’s had so many terrible things in his life. I opened my arms and he fell into them. I could feel his body shake. I was glad we were half a mile from any eyes other than mine. The only thing I knew was that it was going to be up to me to make sense of all this. I held him for what seemed ages, but it can’t have been more than five minutes. He freed himself. “Thanks, Dab. I’d better carry on or Mr Jorrocks will be after me.” I smiled. “I don’t think so, Jack. He’s just been telling me how proud he is of you. He said you were a joy to have beside him.” Jack looked at me. “He said that? Really, Dab?” I nodded. “Yes, Jack, those exact words. Everybody here likes you, and some of us even might just admit to loving you too. We all need love, and you’re a very easy person to love.” “Not just my cock?” he said. “That too, of course. Now leave me to sort out the Dodo business, OK?” He smiled – a smile so unlike Sebastian’s (who seemed to be Seb now, at least as far as Dodo was concerned): a smile almost of a fond old man at the follies of the young. It was unsettling. I had to find out what Dodo really thought. He’d be in the house somewhere, and as it was approaching 6 o’clock Byrd would have gone home. I checked their room, but he wasn’t there. I found him in the Library, sitting reading. He jumped up, embarrassed to have been discovered. “I come in here a lot,” he muttered, “I like to read.” “That’s fine by me – why should you worry? You live here, after all. What are you reading?” He showed me – it was one of James’s first editions – Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited. “I’m reading all his,” he said, “they’re great. I hope you don’t mind.” “Of course I don’t mind, Dodo, books are for reading. Does Jack come in here and read?” He nodded, “yeah. He reads the dirty stuff though.” I grinned. Bertie’s collection was not fit for your average 13-year-old, but Jack was hardly average. “Don’t you read the dirty stuff, Dodo?” “‘Course not, Dab, I just do the dirty stuff, exactly like you and Billy and Jack and Mr Rivers.” “And Sebastian?” “Ah.” “Yes, Dodo, ‘ah’. He zipped me a couple of days ago and I went to see him today. I’ve heard his side, and now I want to hear yours. And before you start all I’m interested in is what you feel, not what you think I or anybody else feels. OK?” He nodded. “I’ve been expecting this. Seb will have told you that he and I want to be together, for me to live with him and for me to work in the shop. He wants it and I want it. I haven’t told him, but I love him, Dab, and I’m sure he loves me. It’s easy to love someone, but saying the words is harder, or it is for me.” I could understand why – too many loves snatched from him at far too young an age – but I said nothing. “And is that what you really want, kırıkkale escort Dodo?” He looked at me. “Yes, Dab. I feel lousy running away like this when you’ve done so much for Jack and me, but … ” He couldn’t go on. For the second time in less than half an hour I was comforting one of my scallywags. “What about Jack?” I said quietly when he calmed down a bit, “is he part of the plan to go and live with your Seb?” “God no, has he said so?” “No, but I wanted to be sure. Have you talked to him about the future? His future, not yours and Seb’s?” He shook his head. “I don’t know how to, Dab. I know it’s going to cut him in pieces, but I just … don’t know how …” He was in danger of losing it again. “OK, Dodo, relax. Let me see whether I can think of something that keeps both of you happy.” Brave words, for I hadn’t the vaguest idea. In 20 minutes the four of us would be eating dinner. “Go and wash your face, Dodo,” I said gently, “and we’ll say no more tonight, OK?” He nodded and went to hide the evidence of his tears. I hoped he might encounter Jack doing the same thing. I had just time for a few minutes with Billy. He was in our room, reading Wolf Hall. “I’ve just come from the Library where Dodo’s devouring Waugh. Isn’t it more comfortable to read there?” He marked the page and put Thomas Cromwell down. “The three of us usually read there in the evening, but it’s been a bit tricky in the last week or two.” “Sebastian?” “You know then.” “He told me this afternoon. I’ve had a one-to-one with Jack, and another with Dodo. It sounds real enough – Dodo and his Seb, I mean.” “Oh, it’s real all right. It’s just like us when we were first discovering we loved each other. Too scared to admit it, even to ourselves, in case saying it made it all go away. Bloody silly, but there it is. Dodo and Seb are crazy about each other. They’re not the problem.” “No,” I said, “but I don’t see a solution.” “In that case it’s you that’s being bloody silly, Dab. Too many A-levels has dulled your brain.” “Well?” I said, “don’t keep me in suspense.” “Later, love, it’s time we ate. You know Mrs Morley likes us lads to be on time.” That meal wasn’t the most festive I’d eaten at that table. Dodo and Jack were both very quiet, and it was so different from how lunch had been – the same four people at the same table. But then the genie was still supposedly in the bottle. When we were half-way through the second course I put my knife and fork down. “This is fucking stupid,” I said, “we all know why we’re all tiptoeing round the subject. Before we came in Billy told me that I was being stupid for not seeing the answer. Well, Mr Smarty Billy, tell us what we’re failing to see.” Billy wasn’t expecting that, but he wasn’t thrown. “Very well, Dab. Three things are very clear. You and I love each other, and the entire household knows that. We’re yesterday’s news, like any old married couple. Happy but dull. Thing Two is new and exciting, not only to the two people involved. Dodo and Seb love each other. They’re both terrified of saying so, but it’s bloody obvious. That’s today’s news – fresh and not fully digested. There’s no way they’re not going to live together, just like you and me. Nothing will stand in their way, and only an idiot would try. Thing Three is Jack, who thinks he’s being abandoned by Dodo for the second time. But that’s seeing it from the wrong end. What do we all want for Jack? Safety, security, a future. You’ve given him that here, Dab. What else does he want that the rest of us have got? I’ll tell you. Love. Dodo loves him, but that’s because they’re brothers. Dodo loves Seb because he’s suddenly been hit by a thunderbolt. Jack, come here.” Jack stood up and went to stand beside Billy, uncertain about where all this was leading. “Jack, Dab and I love you. We’re not your lousy brother who runs away with jillies; we love you because we just do. When Dodo goes to be with the man he loves we’ll all still love him, and he and Seb will be properly together. That day you move in with Dab and me – a loving threesome, sharing everything. Fuck it, Dab’ll probably adopt you if you want.” I was so glad he finished with a throw-away remark, because it allowed all of us to grin. Jack turned to Billy and it was Billy’s turn to hold a sobbing 13-year-old – sobbing this time for joy. I found myself marvelling at Billy’s audacity, thankful that he hadn’t said a word to me beforehand. Had he done so I might have thrown out all kinds of objection, but as soon as the words were said I knew that they were right – that Jack was indeed loved in the way Billy had described. ***** Sex that night was unbelievable. Worries which had affected all of us were gone. Dodo’s future happiness was clear to him, as was Jack’s. We all fucked and sucked without a care in the world, and the bottle of champagne I took up to the room swept away every last vestige of darkness. Billy and I finally got to sleep at around 2.30, exhausted ourselves, with two utterly spent scallywags between us, cuddled together like – oh, I don’t know – boys in love. Lunch with Sebastian – I must get used to thinking of him as Seb – would be a more joyous meal than I had feared. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 33 as things change, and Amos is finally discovered. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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