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Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 13 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 13 Millimetre by imperceptible millimetre Joe lowered himself onto Dan’s rigid 8 inches or, if we are to be consistent and precision is not needed, 200 millimetres. “They must have done this dozens of times,” Dugald muttered to me. “Five,” grunted Joe, “this is the sixth, but it’s the first time we’ve had an audience of Trainers. Each time we do it differently – oof!” “Different on this occasion seems to have produced a new reaction,” said Dan drily, “he hasn’t oofed like that before, have you, you little sex fiend?” Joe looked at Dan and I was aware that there was more in that look than merely God-this-fuck-is-great-and-your-cock-is-making-magic-up-there. Joe was in something close to adoration. At his age I’d have been exactly the same with 8 inches of Dan tenderizing my guts; at my age I wasn’t far short either. After two minutes there was still a good chunk of Dan’s cock out there in the open air. Suddenly, without warning, Joe rose up, his arse gaping open an inch above Dan’s quivering pole. “Yeah,” whispered Dan, “let it go, Joe.” We could see Joe’s stomach muscles clench as he pushed a stream – yes, a stream – of Dugald’s and my spunk down onto Dan, coating his cock with the warmest lube there is. “I think you had a use for this, MacDonald,” muttered Dan, “can you do the necessary so I can get some action up there please.” Dugald and I leapt forward, each anxious to get his hands on both the lube and the areas to which it ought to be applied. “You do Dan’s balls, Dab, and I’ll do Joe’s -” “Belly,” said Joe insistently. What larky Pups we had, I thought gratefully. Morry and I had thought ourselves adventurous, but nothing we ever got up to compared with what was happening in front of Dugald and me that afternoon. The smell of spunk filled the room; Dan’s cock filled Joe’s arse; the two Pups’ groanings filled our ears. Dugald and I found, so thrilling was the roller-coaster ride we were watching, that we had to hold on. The other’s cock seemed as good a hand-hold as any. It wasn’t normally done for Trainers to wank each other in the presence of Pups – that what Pups were there for – but the occasion was not a normal one, and in any event the Pups were not in a position to notice what Dugald and I were quietly doing while we watched steam begin to rise from the two 13-year-olds. By now Joe was fully impaled, his gorgeous arse hard down on Dan’s groin, Dan’s cock head somewhere up Joe near his nipples. Joe’s head was thrown back, his eyes tight shut, his lips in a rictus of extreme tension. Dan had grabbed him round the waist and was pummelling hard, forcing a whole stream of oofs from the boy above him. Dugald whispered “this may be towel time. Joe does this sometimes when we fuck for a long time.” Joe’s eyes opened and he looked straight down at Dan, who looked back at him. Dan nodded. Joe’s cock, completely hard, suddenly unleashed a torrent of piss up onto Dan’s chest. Dan moved his right arm from round Joe’s hips and grabbed the pissing cock, aiming at up towards his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I breathed. Dugald grinned. “Yeah. Good, isn’t it? We chose well. Did you not know Dan was into piss?” I shook my head. “No. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t know until yesterday when Joe told me they’d done this on each other a couple of times. I thought you’d know, a pissfreak like you.” The fucking on the sopping towel accelerated. The stream of piss had stopped, but each time Dan’s new-found ninth inch rammed home it forced another squirt out. Then Dan came with a deep groan, “oh fuck, Joe, I’m … aaaah!” It’s a really rewarding sound, that of a boy of 13 filling another boy’s arse with buckets of hot white fire. Joe was wanking as hard as he could, and he must have been on edge throughout the series of fucks, because a fountain of spunk to match his fountain of piss arched up over Dan’s belly to land on his face, chin and chest. “Mmm,” he said, “hot and sweet. Who wants it?” Dugald poked me in the ribs. “Go on, he’s your Pup and I can get Joe’s spunk any time.” When I had feasted on a particularly rich diet I went back to Dugald. “Thanks. They’re something aren’t they? What do you think about the four of us getting together regularly? And with piss?” “Yes to all three,” murmured Dugald, “but a towel won’t be enough if we’re all going to let fly.” “No, that’s true. Maybe in the upstairs bogs, like you and I did.” “Bloody cold hard floor though – we’ll need something to lie on.” “Good Pup training, Dugald, it’ll make men of them having to lie on a cold floor while we drench them.” Dugald grinned. “If I know Dan – and I don’t, but I’d very much like to – he’ll have you on the floor begging for all those big black inches to rain gold onto you.” It was my turn to grin – everything Dugald had said was true. kırklareli escort Dan and Joe were still all tangled up, and although I had been diligent in hoovering up as much spunk as I could they were still pretty stinky. “Go on, you two,” I said, “bugger off and shower, then come back here – we will have news for you.” When they came back ten minutes later they were as excited about the news as Dugald and I were. “If I’d known you liked piss,” said Dan, cosying – still naked – up to me, “I’d have offered you a taste earlier.” “Never mind,” I said, stroking his damp hair, “you know now. Dugald and I are the only two Trainers into it as far as I know, so we will have a nice foursome to play dirty now and again.” ***** It was several days before the four of us had a wet session. Dugald and I discussed when it should happen. “We don’t want Jock wandering in doing one of his checks,” Dugald said. (Jock was the Housemaster. It was his disconcerting habit to appear when and where no-one expected it.) “That means either late one night – after 11 certainly – or one afternoon when Jock’s refereeing somewhere.” “Yes, but Jock isn’t the main problem. We don’t want anyone else coming in for a shower or a shit.” I agreed. While being discovered fucking with a Pup was no great worry – anyone who might be there to see had been a Pup already (or still was one), and such a spectacle would not be shocking – piss was not normally on the agenda, and a piss-virgin witnessing golden rains falling upon upturned innocent faces might not be too good at keeping the experience to himself. “It’ll have to be late one night, won’t it?” I said. There seemed no sensible alternative. None of us (Dugald had made a point of asking others) had any evidence that Jock still patrolled as late as 11 o’clock. Tomorrow?” Tomorrow. We’ll tell them tonight.” ***** The following morning I had a Physics lesson. It was my fortune, having not come across him since my Pup year, to be taught A-level Physics by Prendergast. I was good at Physics, and Prendergast was a good teacher, better with VI formers and their more serious concentration on the exam syllabus than he had been with 13-year-olds. It was also plain that he had no continuing interest in what dwelt within our trousers – or certainly in mine. Having been fucked by him dozens of times when I was 13 I was quite looking forward to the possibility of a resumption, but no offer had been forthcoming. Still, I enjoyed his classes. When I told Dan about the piss session planned for the following night he and I were having a post-fuck chat (if I am to be precise it was a between-fuck chat), and I asked him if he had Prendergast for Physics. He did, it turned out. “Why?” I described the fine attribute possessed by the senior Physics master. “I like the sound of that,” murmured Dan, reaching down to feel a smaller version, but one which had the benefit of being in the same bed as he, and one which was hardening again under his expert fingers. “So soon, Dab,” he murmured. “Mmm.” “Would you like to meet Mr Prendergast socially?” “Can you fix it? It sounds fun.” I said I would see what I could do, but made no promise. We resumed our fun. Before the start of the lesson I had a quick word with Prendergast. “Ah, Cunliffe. Is all well with your other studies? Your Physics marks are excellent.” “That’s because I love the subject, Sir. I wondered if I might give you this?” and I handed him a note in a sealed envelope, going to my place before he had time to read it. The end of the lesson brought a beaming Prendergast to my side. He put the note in my hand. “I take it you wrote this?” I nodded. I read it again. “I enjoyed being in your first year class for all sorts of reasons. I accept that now I am 16 I may no longer be as interesting to you in other ways. But you have in your first year class a boy in my House with whom I enjoy the activities you and I enjoyed a few years ago. I’m sure he finds the potentiometer as intractable an instrument as Cavendish and I did, and I think – no, I know – that he would find extra tuition from you as rewarding as I hope you would. His name is Russell. His is almost as big as yours.” “Does Russell know you’ve made this highly improper suggestion?” I nodded again. “You are, as I recall observing to Cavendish, a wicked boy. But as we both know, I am a wicked man. I shall ask Russell whether he does indeed find the potentiometer beyond him. By how much does he fall short?” “An inch.” Prendergast’s eyebrows rose. “You must have a fulfilled life, the pair of you.” I grinned – so did Prendergast. “Thank you, Cunliffe. No doubt you’ll hear all about it from Russell in due course.” “I hope so, Sir, we share most things.” That afternoon I told Dan that a fate allegedly worse than death might be about to befall him. “Just make sure you’re all nice and sweet-smelling,” I said, “and not all raunchy like you’re going to be at midnight.” “What does he like?” “You’ll find out, Dan, and I promise you won’t be disappointed. He can keep at it for ages. My guess is he’ll want you to fuck him. He never wanted me or Cavendish to fuck him when we were Pups, but we weren’t possessed of anything unusual in the cock department.” ***** Dugald and I had briefed Dan and Joe that we would not be having orgasms that afternoon, “and you buggers won’t kırşehir escort either,” Dugald said, “we want lots of spunk at our midnight orgy.” Dan wasn’t too thrilled to hear that he was ‘to keep it all bottled up’, as he put it, but I glared at him and said that orders were orders. “I will know if you come before then, Dan. I know how much you produce.” Dan grinned. “OK, boss, but don’t blame me if you drown in it tonight.” I said that I could think of worse ways to die than drowning in a sea of 13-year-olds’ spunk. Luckily Dan slept in Goderich and Joe in Canning, so that when they slipped out of bed moments before 11 that night none of the other inhabitants – had they been awake – would have thought there was anything up. Two Pups slipping out of bed at the same time was always a sign of wickedness. Not that any of the other Pups would have minded, but they might have wanted to spy on whatever was going on. But as I say, our two reached the upstairs bogs undetected. There they found Dugald and me. We had relented somewhat from our let’s-fuck-them-on-the-hard-floor position, and I had brought a folded sheet upon which to lie any sacrificial victim. As Dugald and I fully intended to play victim at some point the provision of a sheet was as much for our benefit as for the Pups’. Joe rubbed his hands. “I’ve never gone to bed without having a piss before. It was really strange.” This sounded promising, I thought. Until then the only pissing I’d been involved in was when Dugald had pissfucked me, and I had let it all gush out onto him – basic stuff, if what Dan and Joe got up to was any measure. We oldies had spent an enlivening quarter of an hour earlier discussing what exactly we wanted these more experienced Pups to teach us. “It’ll be quite fun that way round,” he’d said, “I want to have them piss all over me.” I agreed, but I went a step further. “Your Joe pisses like a horse, and I’d like to see what that feels like when it lets loose in my mouth.” “You’ll let him piss in your mouth?” “No, Dugald, if I’m honest I’ll be begging for it. Won’t you?” The idea of a mouthful of hot fresh straight-from-the-tap piss hadn’t occurred to Dugald, but I could see the cogs beginning to whirr as the sheer wickedness of it filtered down into his cock – always the best judge of the erotic potential of anything new. Dugald’s cock soon signalled willingness for Dugald’s mouth to be pissed in. Dugald, led as we all were by that insistent decision-maker we kept handy for such purposes, shrugged. “Looks like I’m with you, Dab.” “Good. Now, it’s coming up to 9. Let’s go and have a decorous piss and then if we drink carefully we’ll be topped up at 11 to give these Pups as good as we get.” It was a long time since Dugald and I – or any two of us, come to that – had pissed decorously side by side without even the tiniest hint of a sideways glance to check that nothing was being offered. Soft 16-year-old cocks pissed. Soft 16-year-old cocks were shaken – but not too much – and tucked away for future use. “Next time you’re out,” I said quietly to mine, “you’ll be having a new adventure. “Mmm,” I could have sworn I heard it reply. Thus at 11 four adolescents brought four full bladders to play. “I can’t wait another minute,” breathed Dan, “I’ve been pinching my fucking foreskin for at least ten minutes. What do I do with it?” An instant decision had to be made, and as he was my Pup it was up to me. I knelt. “All over my front, Dan.” I said quietly, “just let fly.” Dan smiled and released his fingers. A torrent of hot piss drenched me, much of it spraying all over the place, so powerful was Dan’s urgency. “Christ!” breathed Joe, “that’s something, Dan.” I agreed, but my mouth was too bust gathering Dan’s cock to make a reply. I pulled back his foreskin as quickly as I could – piss now sprayed onto my belly with even greater vigour – and got the first couple of inches into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. “Do you want all of it, Dab?” muttered Dan. I raised a thumb. When he finally finished Dugald and Joe exchanged a hungry look. “I was counting seconds,” said Dugald, “and I reckon you pissed for over a minute and a half.” I wasn’t in a position to argue, and I had just enjoyed 90 seconds of wholly unexpected delight. Dugald had pissfucked me a few times, but I’d never drunk from the tap – and what a tap! My cock was rigid, but whether with piss or erotic overload I neither knew nor cared. Every fibre in my being was focused on getting as much liquid to gush out of me as fast as possible: I didn’t care what, or who got covered in it (or filled with it, if that was what was going to happen). It was unusual for me to have so little control, and I loved every second. Without anything happening I felt piss start to leak – maybe Dan’s gallons had reached my already full bladder in record time – I had no idea how quickly these things happened – and Joe latched onto my cock. He looked up at me and, my cock firmly lodged between his lips, he nodded. I nodded and relaxed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan lie on the sheet beside me. He tapped the inside of my ankles, indicating that he wanted me to part my legs so that he could lie on his back between them. Had Joe and he something planned? If Joe pissed on Dan regularly, as seemed to be the case, what had they rehearsed for Dugald and me? kızılay escort I just pissed on until suddenly Joe pinched the base of my cock really hard. I jerked back, drops falling onto Dan. “What the hell was that for, you little bugger?” I demanded – it had hurt. Dugald chuckled. “He wanted you to stop with plenty still left – I taught him that trick.” “Why haven’t you told me then? Who taught you?” My cock had resumed a wary soft state – maybe that was the point of Joe’s attack. “No-one here, Dab. I get around in the holidays though. It’s amazing what you can learn if you go to the right places,” and he said no more. I would have to pump him when the two of us were alone. He came and stood in front of me, leaning in for a kiss. Our mouths – mine piss-flavoured – met. We tongued for a few seconds then he broke away and whispered in my ear. “Let it all go, Dab, and I’ll do the same.” Dan was on his back straddled by Dugald and me. Joe was kneeling in front of me with Dugald behind him. I felt piss hitting my cock – Dugald’s – so I smiled, kissed his lips briefly and relaxed. Piss streamed off Trainers’ bodies onto Pups. Pups rubbed the piss into their skin. When Dugald and I had empty bladders (or, in my case, empty for the time being) we leant inward on each. I’d never found pissing to be an exhausting business, but that night I found that in the right circumstances it was exhausting indeed. “What now?” I whispered. “I’m still full,” murmured Joe, “I want to pissfuck someone. I don’t care who.” All three of us looked equally keen. Dugald said that he and Joe could pissfuck any time, so it should be Dan or me. Before Dan could play the I’m-you-Pup-so-you-should-have-the-pleasure card I said that each of us should have the pleasure of Joe’s cock doing what came naturally. “You first, Dan. Joe, can you stop when you’ve still got plenty for me?” Joe nodded. “But I need help to get it hard.” The ever co-operative Dan was on his knees in front of Joe and produced a fine erection in the blink of an eye. He got on his back on the soaking towel and opened his arse. “OK, Joe, do your worst,” he said with an evil leer. Thirty seconds later Joe pulled back. Despite his effort to close the tap a final burst soaked Dan’s cock – fully hard and promising great things in a few minutes – before he got up and made room for me. I wanted it doggy-fashion because I hoped Joe would reach round to wank me. Joe was in like a rat up a drain, and almost immediately I felt again the odd sensation of piss filling my rectum and – judging from the quantity he’d kept back – most of my guts as well. “Wank me, Joe,” I panted. His hand reached round and I felt an expert on my cock. He hadn’t wanked me before, and you know how it is when a fresh 13-year-old gets to work on you. I felt him slip out and I felt piss pour out down my legs. Joe kept on wanking, moving to one side then – to my great delight – I felt the familiar length of Dan. Fast, all of it in at once, squeezing another fountain of piss out of me. “Hold on, Dab, I’m going to fuck your brains out,” promised my faithful Pup. Joe took his hand off my cock, but only half a second passed before a familiar hand replaced it. Joe lay beside me, his knees by his ears while Dugald slipped his cock inside him. Four teenagers soaked in piss all hurtling towards orgasm. A pretty sight. The door opened. All four of us froze. “Oh Christ! A chap can’t even have a piss without interrupting someone.” Archer! Only he still said ‘chap’. “Just piss then,” I breathed, “in the bog or on us if you prefer.” “You are four disgusting perverts,” he sniffed, and went to piss decorously (if noisily) in the place set aside for such activity. When he’d finished he came over to look. “Hmm,” he said, “I’ve heard much about your Pup, Dab. Is it he who is presently engaged up your arse? He looks jolly sexy. Pup, pull out and show me, there’s a good fellow.” “It’s OK, Dan,” I muttered, “just let him have his thrill.” The thrill was an unexpected one, because Dan pulled out to display his inches to the curious Archer about three quarters of a second before liquid fire spewed out of them, painting my pissy back with stripes of spunk. “Oh fuck!” breathed Archer, the elegance of Dornford Yates being forgotten in his amazement, “you lucky cunt.” Whether the lucky cunt was Dan for having such a whopper (and balls of such prodigious capacity), or me for having a Pup so well-equipped to keep a Trainer happy, wasn’t clear. “Lucky yes, cunt no,” Dan and I said within half a second of each other. Archer grinned. “Do the four of you frequent these parts regularly?” “If by ‘these parts’ you mean the bogs – no,” I said, “but if the parts to which you refer are those often – erroneously in the circumstances – termed ‘private’, then yes.” Catching, this Yates stuff. Archer grinned. “I must venture in for a midnight piss more often,” and with that he was gone. Dugald and I couldn’t stop laughing, to the consternation of our Pups. “Will he tell?” said Dan anxiously. “Probably,” I said, “but the only people he might tell are people Dugald and I have fucked dozens of times, so there’s no harm done. My guess is that you, Dan, will be much sought after next year once you’re no longer my Pup.” It was Dan’s turn to grin. “Mmm.” =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 14 as Dugald and I enjoy a nocturnal engagement with our Pups. The story is, of course, fiction. 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