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Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 124 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 124 “Seb, tell me about the other four who work in the shop,” I said, “have they been there longer than you?” “Two of them have – John and Richard. They’re a few years older than I am. The other two – Paul and George – joined a year or so after me. Dodo’s the only one who’s joined since then.” “I thought you said once that there was a manager – which one is he?” “He must mean Brian,” said Dodo, “he got the push a while back now.” “Hands in the till,” explained Seb, “it wouldn’t have mattered if all he’d had his hands in were the customers but … some things are taboo, even in a gay sex shop.” “So who’s the manager now?” I asked. This was important. “John, why?” I looked at Dunstable, who gave a tiny shrug. “How well do you get on with John? Is he good to work for? And is he good at his job?” Dodo asked why I was being so nosy. “You’ll find out in a minute, I promise. Seb, tell me.” “John’s OK. He’s fair, which counts for a lot. The manky jobs get shared out so it’s not always the same one lumbered with them. He must be good at his job or he wouldn’t have been promoted when Brian was kicked out.” That made sense, but it didn’t make the next step any easier. I had one final question before I could tell them. “What will happen if they can’t raise the money to buy the boss out?” Seb and Dodo shared a look. Seb said they’d talked about this, the six of them, and they all felt that the shop would be sold to someone else who might have his own plans. “Would they stay, do you think, the other four?” Seb shook his head. “Not John. He’s got ideas about moving to Manchester. The gay scene there is full of opportunities, or so he keeps saying. The other three would stay, I think.” Dodo nodded, “Richard and George are a couple, so they’ll both go or both stay. Paul’s mum lives close and he won’t leave her.” I had what I needed to know. I glanced at Dunstable and he nodded. “I’m sorry you were put through all that questioning,” he said, “but we – his Lordship and I – needed to know what you felt about the other staff members. The Estate is not willing to lend you the money to buy your shares of the shop, but -” (and he raised his hand to stop Dodo’s indignation) “- we have agreed to buy the whole business. In a few days’ time he will be your new boss.” There was much rejoicing round the table. “I think I ought to leave you to discuss any details,” Dunstable said, “I will be able to answer any questions tomorrow morning. Thank you … Dab for an excellent dinner. Good night, gentlemen.” There was much questioning round the table. “Wait!” I said, “one at a time. Seb – you’re first.” “Are you going to keep the shop as it is, Dab?” I nodded, “unless you tell me otherwise.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the new manager, Seb. If John needs a little push before heading for Anal Street – they still call it that, I assume? – then the change of ownership might be all that’s needed. Are you willing to have Jer as a full time worker?” It was Seb’s turn to give some good news. “He’s keen and he’s sexy. The punters will love him.” “Not as much as I do,” said Zeke, “what about me, Dab?” “Where do you want to be, Zeke: with Jer I assume?” “Of course.” “Well, that’s where you’ll be. Seb, is there a flat above the shop where these lovebirds can build a nest?” Seb grinned. “There’s a storeroom. I think it could be made into a nest.” “Well there’s your answer, Zeke. Go with them and see what you find when you get there. If you like I can get Rivers to see if he can sniff out any engine work for you.” Dodo, silent until then, said, “let me get this right, Dab. You’re buying the shop – all of it – and Seb’s going to be the manager. Zeke and Jer will come and live there and Jer will work in the shop with Seb and me.” “And the other three if they want to stay on, yes,” I said, “is that OK?” “It’s more than OK, Dab, it’s bloody marvellous!” Dodo turned to Seb. “Do you think they’ll stay?” Seb shrugged, “Paul will, he won’t go anywhere and he’s dead reliable. I think the other two will stay if we explain things. There’s five of us at the moment, not counting John. If he goes and the other three stay that’s six – just right if I am to remove myself from the shop kilis escort floor into the refined reaches of management.” “And fuck you too,” said Dodo happily. “One final question, Seb, and I’m sorry to have a job interview in front of the shop floor – but are you up to keeping this crew in order? What if they mutiny?” Seb said that he would set his partner onto them. “Meaning?” asked Billy, who hadn’t said a word while all this was going on. “I shall deprive them of rights to his body and mine.” There was much mirth round the table. I told them that Dunstable and I had arranged to see the soon-to-be-former owner on the Monday morning in the lawyer’s office where we would all sign the necessary contracts. “I plan to see John when we’ve done that, and the other three as well.” “How have you kept all this secret, Dab?” said Dodo. “I’m good at keeping secrets,” I said. Not surprisingly my three new employees, together with the engineer, decided that they wished to talk well into the night about their new arrangements. At least, that was the excuse. Jack and Hamish graciously agreed to slum it for the night with Billy and me. “One night only, mind,” said Jack to Dodo, who smiled at his little brother. “Yeah – I think we should show these palefaces something to remember tomorrow.” ***** After breakfast – a meal eaten somewhat later than usual that Saturday – I cornered Seb. “Is there anything you want to ask Dunstable?” “No. It was clear enough. Once you’re actually in the driving seat you can tell me what you want me to do.” “I can tell you now. I want you to run the shop and make a good profit. You’re in charge. If you want anything come and tell me. I’ll run it past Dunstable and if he thinks it makes sense you’ll get it. I don’t get involved in the brewery or the winery – I’ve got people I trust running things there. It will be the same in the shop. Now come and we’ll talk to Dunstable.” Seb looked alarmed. Dunstable greeted us. Spread before him was a sheet of figures. “These are the sales figures for the last three years, Seb, and they look pretty good. I will want quarterly returns from you, as have been made before. We’ll be seeing John on Monday and I will ask him to show you the ropes.” He paused and got out another sheet. “You and Dodo live in the town, I think.” Seb nodded, “yes, in my flat – or it was my flat: it’s ours now.” “Zeke and Jer want to be together. Is is realistic for them to live above the shop?” “Yes, of course. It will need a bit of work, but there’s water and electricity. It isn’t all that big.” “I don’t imagine it will need to be,” said Dunstable drily, “it’s not as though they will be expecting to entertain widely.” “Wages,” he said, “we want to encourage the three other staff members to stay, so we will increase their wages by 15% immediately – I will tell them when we meet on Monday. I see that Dodo is paid the same as they are, so he will also get a rise. Jeremy, as a trainee, will get 70% of what the others get with the intention of bringing him up to the same as the others in two years.” He looked up with a smile on his face. “As manager you will receive 125% of what the others get.” Seb was stunned: he was getting an increase of 40%! He was even more stunned when I said my piece. “I want to institute a bonus system, Seb. It works well in the brewery.” It was true: I’d started it four years earlier on the master brewer’s recommendation. “Each quarter there will be sales targets. Exceed them by more than 5% and half the excess goes to the staff.” “I won’t let you down, Dab. I’m so grateful. In a year’s time you’ll own the best sex shop between London and Manchester.” “I already do, Seb. What I want is to own the best sex shop between London and Manchester with the happiest workers.” ***** That night, after dinner (a much less extravagant meal than that which had had nine at table), the eight of us were sitting in the Library still animatedly discussing the big changes which would be taking place in our domestic circumstances. Jer and Zeke were looking forward to having their own place, a change which I was urged to confirm was genuine about every ten minutes by Zeke. “Go and talk to Rivers in the morning,” I said at last, “it’s up to you to find work you enjoy. He’ll have contacts. Men who drive Rolls Royces tend to get noticed.” Dodo nudged Jack. “Come on,” he said, “we’ve work to do,” and they both got up and went out. “What’s that all about?” said Billy, but none of us had any idea. “They’re up to something,” said Hamish, “I can always tell with him.” Five minutes later they were back, but neither of them said a word by way of explanation. “All in good time,” said Jack, “Billy, come and help me get some beer for these lazy buggers.” Seb and I exchanged a look, and I rolled my eyes upwards. He nodded and mouthed, “I think so.” I mouthed back “I hope so.” Seb smiled. The beers appeared and were soon gone: each of us had worked out that they would be reappearing soon. “We took the liberty of taking some more upstairs,” said Billy, “as Jack thought they might be needed.” I gave a great sigh (fooling none of them) and said to Seb, “come on then, the staff wish to play. We mustn’t kıbrıs escort keep them waiting.” When the eight of us reached the Sling Room Seb and Dodo, who hadn’t been in it for some time, were amused to see rows of hooks along the wall beside the door. I explained that while everyone who lived in the house was aware of the unorthodox nature of most – if not all – of the couplings, I was still unwilling to parade naked about the place. “So we decided it made sense to hang out clothes up on hooks well away from the wet. Once the rush to get on with it was so great that the pile of clothes ended up being well within range.” Hamish grinned: it had been his clothes which had caught most of it. “Especially when there’s six of us,” I added. The resident six and the two visitors stripped and hung their clothes on the hooks. “Happy now, Dab?” said Dodo. “I’ll be happy when whatever you and Jack have conspired to do gets under way.” “Ah, that won’t be just yet. We need to fill up properly.” The beer was on the floor (still in its bottles: the next time it would be on the floor more liberally spread) in a corner and in a moment we each had a bottle. “No-one gets to piss unless he can’t hold it a second longer,” said Jack, “that’s the plan tonight.” Jer wasn’t the only one whose grin split his face in half. “You’ve got a plan, you two,” I said, “so why don’t you take charge. Tell us where you want us.” Dodo and Jack looked at each other. “We haven’t worked it out in that much detail, Dab. But since you ask, youngest in the sling first, then work up to the most ancient.” A certain amount of sorting out took place – most of us knew the birthdays of some of us, but no-one knew the lot. Jer was obviously the youngest and Billy the oldest, but in between? “Line up,” said Jack, “Jer, Zeke, Hamish, leave room for me, then Dodo, Dab, Seb and Billy. In you get, Jer. Remember, no pissing until you can’t hold it a second longer.” “Any of us, or just Jer?” asked Hamish. “Any of us,” said Jack, giving Hamish a hug, “this is going to be different from how it usually is in here.” Not least because there were eight of us, I thought. There was going to be a squash round the sling: one in it, one up his arse, one waving his cock around near his mouth, hoping for some action – and five of us, each with an almost bursting bladder, hovering around nearby. It would be an interesting hour or two. Jer was lying in the sling, swinging gently, looking mischievous. Zeke held back; he knew that this wasn’t a moment when couples would be coupling. Jer pointed to Dodo. “I like the look of that,” he said, “come on in, Dodo.” Whoops of delight greeted this – we all knew that Jer had had employment where large cocks had had to be accommodated. Dodo approached as bidden. “I like the look of that too,” he said, eyeing the innocent-looking arse in front of him. Seb laughed, “not just the look, I bet.” Dodo smiled and knelt, the better to get to know the boy’s charms. Dodo had always been a skilled operator, I recalled. There had been occasions when I’d been in Jer’s position with Dodo’s lips, tongue and fingers active down below. This was the first time Jer had felt the thrills Dodo filled him with, and his moans and sighs were a joy to hear. I put my arm round Zeke. “Happy?” I murmured. “Mmm. I’m used to him being fucked by punters, but watching him here is different. He’s so into what Dodo’s doing, and that makes me happy.” I squeezed him. “Hearing that makes me happy, Zeke. When you go and live with him, just the two of you, I hope you’ll go on playing with Seb and Dodo. Seb’s a complete bottom so Dodo’s happy. They have a sling, by the way.” Zeke’s eyes glittered. “We’ve been bloody lucky, Dab, and you’ve been so kind.” He turned and hugged me. “It’s time,” he whispered, and I felt his cock pressed into my belly. He sighed and I felt the first flow of piss. “All of it,” I whispered, “don’t stop.” I found it hard not to join him, but I made a big effort, after all, Jack had set the rules. “Couldn’t you keep it in any longer?” I murmured as Zeke’s piss continued to pour onto me. He shook his head. “Three pints, Dab, and when I’m that full I don’t have much control.” He stood back slightly and took hold of his cock, pointing it upwards so that the flow hit me in the chest. “Oho!” cried Billy, “we have people who couldn’t hold on.” Zeke and I clasped each other tightly; the flow increased. “Just one,” I muttered, “I’m still not nearly there.” While I was being treated Dodo was being urged on by Jer. “Come on, Dodo, I need that mighty thing in me. I’ve not had one that big for months.” Not perhaps the most tactful thing for him to have said, but it had the twin merits of being true and highly encouraging to the mighty thing’s owner. Dodo stood up. “You asked for it, little one.” “No,” said Jer, “I begged for it, big boy, now get in there and do what it’s for.” Despite the pleasure that Zeke’s bladder was still providing – had it been only three pints? – I was able to puzzle which of Dodo’s cock’s evolved functions Jer was expecting it to perform. Dodo, after all, had conspired with Jack to arrange something memorable. The puzzle wasn’t hard to kırıkkale escort solve. In Dodo’s shoes I’d have fucked Jer hard and fast and washed the effusion out with piss as soon after coming as I could manage. I also knew that there was no way my cock would be able to stay buried in Jer while things calmed down in the internal piping – but Dodo was a lot bigger, and even a soft Dodo, once it was in, could stay there for as long as it took. I wasn’t wrong. Jer left us in no doubt that Dodo was causing him inexpressible delight – inexpressible in coherent sentences, that is. Each inward plunge produced an ‘oof’ and each slow withdrawal an ‘aah’, the volume gradually increasing until one of the ‘oofs’ was immediately followed by “oh fuck, I’m pissing, I can’t help it.” Hamish bent his lips over him and the pissing was no longer visible. “Keep on, Jer,” said Jack, “once anybody starts he has to finish. Hamish’ll drink the lot, don’t worry.” Dodo’s fierce fucking made it hard for Hamish to stay connected so he put both arms round the sling. Jer put his arms round Hamish’s head. “Oh God, Hamish.” Hamish suddenly waved a hand. “I think he’s about to lose it,” said Seb, “someone should go and help.” Billy looked round – he was nearest – and since Jack, as the most likely one to offer help, was holding back he knelt under the sling and took hold of Hamish’s cock. “Mmm, yes, Billy, get in there and get filled up,” said Seb, evidently enjoying being Master of Ceremonies. Inevitably, as we had all drunk much the same amount at much the same time, our bladders were beginning to lose the keep-it-in battle at much the same time as well. With Zeke, Jer and Hamish pissing it had the usual effect on the rest of us. I felt I was about ten minutes away – ten minutes I knew would be pleasurable as the I’m-about-to-lose-control feeling is one I’ve always found erotic. I wondered who would be next. Jack and Seb were constantly moving, so couldn’t be far away. Just then Dodo gave a groan and pushed deep into Jer. Jer’s eyes were wide open. “Oh, oh, I’ve never … had anyone … ah! cum while I’m … oh fuck! pissing.” Dodo growled, his cock still pulsing spunk far up Jer’s arse. He reached his arms forward, clasping Jer tight as his body spasmed over and over. The target was too much for Seb who moved behind Dodo and held his cock, aiming a golden arch up onto Dodo’s back, the piss splashing with great force and running over Dodo’s arse and down his legs. Dodo groaned, “that’s so hot, whoever you are – keep at it.” Hamish stood up suddenly – Jer had finished pissing. Hamish had not, however, and Billy caught the stream full in the face. His yell of protest stopped Hamish in his tracks. He pinched his cock, stopping the flow. “Oh Christ, Billy, I’m so sorry,” he cried. Billy stood up. “Come here, you little bugger,” he said (but I could see he was grinning), “you haven’t finished.” Billy lay on his back. “Get on and finish the job, like Jack told you.” Hamish, no fool, worked out that a 69 was what Billy needed. Jer’s hand was flying, and only a few seconds later his spunk was flying, assisted in its intensity by the feeling of invisible piss pouring out of Dodo, still deep up his arse. I smiled to myself, thinking that Dodo and Jer would enjoy many more sessions in their sling. Jack called me. “Over here, Dab, you and I are the only ones with beer still on board.” “One minute, Jack. Bugger your plans for who’s in the sling next. Out you get Jer.” He eased himself out, a silly contented grin on his face. I got in, wriggling down in the lake of piss which lay in the seat. Billy and Hamish were in a 69, pissing in each other’s mouth; Dodo had spunk-covered Jer kneeling and sucking his cock clean; Seb was on his knees on the being fucked doggy-fashion by Zeke, moaning happily. Everyone was busy; I could relax in the sling and let Jack do what he had done so often with me in it. Twenty minutes later all the beer which had been recycled once was no longer in anyone’s bladder. Jack’s plan that each of us should have a turn in the sling had been tacitly forgotten, Six of us had cum once, usually inside someone else. Jer, whose spunk had flown so memorably while Dodo was filling his arse, had responded willingly (and surprisingly generously) to a request from Zeke to cum on his face. “I love it when you do,” he said softly, “and I love you when you lick your spunk off me.” I wasn’t the only one to smile when I heard them say that. Hamish and Jack watched – as we all did – but only they copied what they had seen. Hamish whispered something to Jack, whose eyes lit up. “Yeah, why not?” he murmured. He knelt and Hamish began to stroke his cock, looking lovingly into Jack’s eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, “and here’s something to prove it.” He must have been close, because only a few strokes later spunk flew out of his cock covering a smiling black face with four lines of pearly white. They stayed there only for a few seconds. The applause which had greeted the spunk’s appearance continued while its former owner reclaimed it. Eight quick showers. Eight final pisses. Eight whacked bodies in two beds. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 125 as Zeke and Jer leave for their new life, and life goes on. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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