Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2022 17:40:40 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum - Chapter 6

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 6

Arbroath was a new experience for Finn and Andy. They had never seen the
sea before. Lairg was a long way inland, and on our journey south Tain had
been the only place on the coast. However the sea there had been nothing
more than a calm blue thing dimly perceived as we rode a few hundred metres
from the beach. At Arbroath the sea was there - unavoidable, grey,
constantly moving. The boys were fascinated. It had been over three years
since I'd left Carlisle with Dab, and I had only been sent occasionally by
my grandfather to the coast there, to the west of the town. Thus Arbroath
was almost as exciting to me as it was to the boys.

The nine of us had arrived at the western road barrier in late
afternoon. Our departure from Letham had been more leisurely that was
usually the case, but Dodo and Seb (being aware of the newness of the
developing relationships) had been relaxed. When Finn and I joined them
after our busy night our faces caused amused comment. Seb nudged Dodo. "We
were like that once." "More than once, Seb, but you and I hadn't been 14."
Finn was rapidly getting used to this sort of teasing. "I expect Stewart
would let me visit you one night if you asked him nicely." I said nothing -
I confess I was taken aback, but I should have known better, for he went
on, "but you'd have to do it three times. That's what we're used to." It
was my turn to blush. Vern and Eric laughed. "Enjoy it while you can, young
Finn. You'll slow down soon enough." Finn seemed unconcerned. He knew that
if I could manage three generous cums at my age then the slowing-down
wasn't going to bother him for a few years yet.

The other three were quiet, and, like Finn and me, showed every sign that
the previous night had had other entertainments beyond sleep. "All this
fucking had made me quite frisky," said Dodo. Seb laughed. "Yes,
dear. Maybe later." Dodo grinned and patted Seb's hand. He turned to
me. "The fires die down, Stewart, but the embers are still warm." I smiled
- I was becoming very fond of these two old men. They reminded me so much
of Dab, and they of course had known and loved him far longer than I had.

We had been given a large house to sleep in. Like houses in so many other
places there was no-one living in it, but the town Board had made a big
effort over the years, and several large houses, though empty, were kept in
good condition. I found out from one of the Board - a man not much older
than I - that Arbroath was often visited by ships from other towns, and
that as trade between them had developed it had been good for the building
of trust that good accommodation was provided on land. Perhaps that was why
Robert and David had sailed there from Newcastle with the others. It still
puzzled me that the inhabitants of different towns had such different views
about outsiders. Why were we regarded as of no threat in Arbroath when in
towns further inland the locals had been wary of us at first, and in some
places decidedly hostile?

The Board were anxious to know whether the expedition to Inverthrum had
been a success, and when two of them came to the house an hour after we had
settled the horses Seb told them that their friends had joined them. "Then
you must eat with us this evening," said one of them, "and tell us of the
conditions you met. We hear a great deal about what happens in other ports,
here and across the Sea, but very little about Scotland. We shall weary you
with questions!" And with that they went away. "Where do we go?" said
Andy. David told him that the Board had a large building ("it used to be
the town headquarters before things went downhill") and they had been in it
when they first arrived. "Don't worry, Andy, these people are good
people. It's not like Letham." Andy smiled and David put his arm round him.

         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
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They did indeed question us at length, but at around midnight the two young
ones were almost asleep so it was agreed to call it a night. The Chief of
the Board said that they would like to know more, and it was agreed that
some of us would meet them the following afternoon. On the way back to our
lodging Dodo said that the nine of us must talk before then. "I imagine
you'll be up and about by 10," he said with a grin. With Finn and Andy out
for the count I thought we would be up and about long before then, but I
didn't say anything. By the morning they might have recovered enough to
fill a couple of hours in bed.

There were enough bedrooms that each group had a room to themselves. I
carried Finn to our room and laid him on the bed. He smiled. "Look after
me, Stewart, I don't think I can manage." So that's your game, I
thought. But it was a game I knew I would love playing.

I took off his boots and socks. He wriggled his toes. "Hello," they seemed
to be saying, "is it play time?" Off came his jersey and shirt. I undid his
trousers and eased them off. He was awake enough to lift his arse off the
bed. Pants followed, and I saw again the beautiful naked boy I loved: the
boy who filled my soul as Dab had done. How could a soul be filled by a boy
of 14 and a man of 80? I didn't know and I didn't care. I knew it was
true. Dab and I were the past; Finn and I were the present and - I screwed
up my eyes and wished - the whole of the future.

My eyes opened to see Finn looking at me. "What was that about? You looked
so serious." "I was wishing that we were together always." He laughed. "Of
course we will. I love you and you love me. Nothing else matters. Look."
His eyes looked down to where his cock, soft when I had taken his clothes
off, was now showing signs of keenness. "Five minutes ago you were dead on
your feet," I whispered. "But you woke me up taking my trousers off. Look."
And this time his cock was rigid, pointing to his navel, beating gently
with his heartbeat. I gave a theatrical sigh. Finn was not fooled.

I leant forward and took his cock in my mouth, savouring its heat and its
taste. Musky, boy, my boy, my lovely loving Finn. He reached down and
gently pushed my head away. He drew his foreskin back and I smelt the
delicious aroma of aroused boy. I took his cock into my mouth again,
lapping his glans and tonguing the underside. He moaned - a sound as
powerful an aphrodisiac as the sight and scent of his cock. I knew he would
cum quickly, but I was in no hurry. I paused long enough to take off my own
clothes. He opened an eye to see what I was doing and smiled. His cock
would grant me a moment's absence if it allowed him the pleasure of seeing,
smelling, tasting his naked lover. He pulled my head back to his
cock. "I'll do you after, Stewart. I'm close." "I know, love," and my lips
and tongue returned to where they were needed.

He began to thrash his hips. I put my hands under his arse and got even
more of his cock in my mouth. Finn loved having his arse cheeks kneaded
quite hard in the build-up to an orgasm, and my fingers were busy. His
sounds grew more insistent, then ... "nng nng aaah!" and I felt and tasted
the streams of 14-year-old spunk that my lover was feeding me. Blessing me
with the essence of his soul. I kept it in my mouth while his cock leaked
the last drops. Sometimes I would swallow, but this was a time for
sharing. I moved up the bed and he sensed what was coming. He opened his
eyes to see me; he opened his lips to welcome me; he swallowed his essence,
lent to me so hotly. "Oh God," he sighed, "I love you so much." "Mmm. Now
sleep." "I need to piss." I carried him to the bog and sat him on it,
holding him while he pissed. "That's nice," he murmured, "thank you." I
carried him back to bed. By the time I'd pissed and climbed in beside him
he was fast asleep. I cuddled behind him, my erection nestled in his arse
crack. It would be warm and safe there.

I woke early the next morning with my cock in Finn's mouth. I'd been
dreaming some sexy dream - I couldn't remember the details - and his going
down the bed and tonguing my cock must have woken me. I smiled sleepily -
he had promised to do me, after all. I relaxed as best I could. It's not
easy to relax when your lover is bent on giving you the nicest wake-up
there is, and when your lover is 14 and still very new in your heart it's
even harder. Just like me and, as I found by stretching across the bed,
just like him. I wanted to 69 with him, but I knew that this time I had to
let Finn be in charge - there would be other mornings. Finn needed to show
me how much I meant to him, and as he meant so much to me it was important
to relax and let it happen.

Relaxing and letting it happen didn't mean that I had to remain silent
though. His lips and tongue (and his fingers slowly making their way to my
arsehole) made me moan softly. "I love what you're doing," I managed to
sigh. I held his cock, squeezing it gently. I knew I was going to cum
quickly. My body started to thrash. "Yesss!" and my cock poured its morning
welcome into Finn's mouth. I pulled his cock, knowing he would interpret it
as wanting his lips on mine, my spunk shared as we would always share
everything. We shared. We lay together, happy and, for a few minutes,
without a care in the world. I kissed him. "Thank you." "What for?" "For
being you, for being my Finn, for ... oh, I don't know, just thank you."
Finn giggled. "You're daft. I still love you though."

         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
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After breakfast the nine of us sat round the table. Dodo took charge. "What
are we going to say to them this afternoon? Are we all going back to
Newcastle? Seb and I will stay with Eric and Vern as we always have done,
but we talked about it last night and we're not sure where. Arbroath seems
safe and they're friendly here. A pair of ancients like Seb and me aren't
up for any more adventures. The last month has been enough. Eric and Vern
have said they'll look after us when we get too decrepit to look after each
other." Eric smiled. "No sign of it yet."

Robert said that he and David were going back to Newcastle. "Even if we
wanted to stay here with your four we have to return the boat. Andy will go
with us." Dodo asked Andy if he wanted that." "Of course I do, Dodo, they
love me and I love them. I've no idea what Newcastle will be like - it
sounds like a far bigger place than I've ever seen, but they've told me all
about it and I trust them to look after me." He turned to me. "Will you
teach me to shoot, Stewart?" I said I would, but I didn't know how long it
would be before they set off from Arbroath. "No hurry, Stewart," said
David, "we have the boat as long as we like."

I turned to Finn. We hadn't discussed what we wanted at all. "And what
about us, Finn? Where do you want to go?" "I don't know, but as long as I'm
with you I'm happy." Seb laughed. "That looks easy," he said. "We four stay
in Arbroath and you young ones stick together in Newcastle. You'll be far
safer if you are a group, and from what Stewart has said he will have two,
if not four, new soldiers to train. I remember Dab telling me when we were
both young that the ancients Spartans fought much more bravely when they
were fighting next to their lover. Fight all day and fuck all night. I
think that's how it worked anyway."

Any awkwardness about the nine of us splitting up was avoided. Dodo summed
up. "That's what we tell them then. The oldies stay, assuming they'll let
us, and the young bugger off when the time's right." We all nodded. It
occurred to me that if I was going to train the boys and the other two it
might be tactful to tell the Board of the plan. "They might want me to
train some of their young ones as well." "Good," said Dodo, "they will be
grateful for the offer, even if they don't take it up. Now, Stewart, I have
a piece of advice for you. You've spent the last few days being a lover,
and we're all happy for you both, but right now you have to go back to
being a soldier, OK? It's a soldier the Board want, after all." Finn
giggled; the rest of them grinned; I blushed. I knew he was right. "Very
good, sir," seemed to be the right response.

By the end of a long afternoon things had moved on a long way. The Board
had been only too happy for Dodo and Seb, with Eric and Vern, to stay, and
a house was found for them. "I take it you will wish to remain together?"
The Board considered my offer to remain for a while and train such of their
young men as they wished to put forward, and asked us all to leave the room
while they did so. It took an hour for them to decide. I discovered later
when I spoke to the son of one of them that they had been worried in case
the news that Arbroath had the beginnings of a defensive army would mean
they were more likely to be attacked. "Far from it," I told him, "if news
gets out that you are defended, so much the better."

Two days later I found myself in charge of a dozen or more of Arbroath's
youth. The youngest was about 13 and they were mostly around my age. As
Andy and Finn were joining them I split them into three groups of five. I
kept my two - as I thought of them - together with the 13-year-old, his
brother of 15 and a 16-year-old. The rest were all much the same age - 18
to about 22. It took less than five minutes to discover that none of them
apart from my two had ever handled a gun. OK, I thought, where do I start.

I asked the oldest one - Donald - what they wanted me to teach them. "To
use guns, Stewart, so that we can defend the town." "I can teach you how to
fire a gun and if you are keen and practice then you should be able to hit
a target. But shooting at a man isn't the same as shooting at a
target. Targets don't bleed and they don't try to run away or shoot back at
you. I can't teach you how to deal with those things." I sensed that Donald
didn't like what he was hearing, so I quickly said that we could forget
those things until they could shoot accurately. I'd already examined the
arms the Board had stored, and each of my trainees had a decent rifle. Half
an hour later each of them could load a magazine without jamming it and I
could tell they were getting bored.

"OK, it's time you fired these things." We were on the beach next to a
groyne which went about 200 metres out to sea. I got the five youngest to
place small stones on the groyne every 25 metres or so. If anyone got a
direct hit they would be far enough away not to ricochet back. "Youngest
first. Tom, come on. Stand here a fire at the nearest one." Tom, 13 and
fiercely determined not to look a baby, put the rifle to his shoulder as I
had shown him. I adjusted things and made him put the weapon down and put
it to his shoulder again a couple of times. "That's it. Now squeeze the
trigger, don't yank it." He missed. "Again. You've got five more
bullets. Slowly, and squeeze." He missed again. "Fuck it," he muttered. I
put my hand on his shoulder - he was tense and rigid. "Relax, Tom, nobody
hits anything the first time. Take your time." The third time the stone
flew into the sea. Tom gave a great whoop. "OK, now go for the 50 metres."
He missed, but with his fifth bullet that too went into the sea. He looked
at me beaming. "Pretty good," I said, "can you get the 75?" He missed, but
I assured him that two out of six for a first magazine was better than I'd
expected. He cleared his rifle and made room for Andy.

I was keen to concentrate on Andy, so I didn't pay much attention to Tom. I
saw Finn talk to him, and as Finn would be after Andy I assumed he and Tom
were talking about what it was like firing at a target. Andy replaced the
two stones Tom had hit, and took his time over firing. He was pleased to
get two. "Well done," I said, "it's not as easy as it looks." Finn was
next, and Finn managed three. When the 75 metre stone flew off the groyne
he dropped the rifle and gave me a great hug. "Wow!" he murmured, "that's
something."

The rest of the morning saw each of them have three goes, and by the time
Donald had fired fir the third time seven of them had hit the 100 metre
stone at least once. "That's better than I expected," I told them, "and by
the end of a week you should be getting the 100 metre more often than not."
I was particularly impressed with the youngest group - all five of them
showed considerable skill - and I decided I would spend more time with
them. The older ones would go off and practice firing at targets painted on
the trunks of trees while I introduced the younger ones to automatic
weapons. "Back here again at 2 o'clock," I told them.

As Andy and Finn went with me to have something to eat Finn said that he
and Tom had been talking while the older ones had been firing. "He's like
us," he said, "you know, into sex stuff." "I hope you didn't tell him what
we all get up to." "No, I'm not daft. But he's 13 and he knows fine well
what his cock's for. Didn't you notice we went off for a while?" I shook my
head. "Much as I love you and looking at you I have other tasks. What did
the two of you get up to?" "Three of us," said Andy, "Finn and I wanked
each other and when Tom saw us he got his out and started to wank as
well. He's got quite a big one for a 13-year-old." "Tasty too," added Finn,
"he let me suck it all the way." I wished I had paid more attention to the
younger members of my class. "I hope you enjoyed yourselves." "Don't be
cross, Stewart," said Andy. "I'm not cross, Andy, just a bit jealous, I
suppose." Finn laughed. "I can't think why. If you want to join in I don't
think Tom would object." "How do you know?" "After he'd cum he said he'd
always wanted to do it with an older boy. `I want to learn everything', he
said. `Everything?' I said. `Everything boys and men do. Hugh' - that's the
15-year-old brother - `teases me that he and his brother do stuff but I'm
too young to understand.' So I reckon if they won't tell him we - and you -
should."

I wasn't too happy about it at first, but as Finn and Andy pestered me
while we were eating I began to see that having a feisty 13-year-old to
play with my two would allow the possibility of a foursome. After all, Tom
had said that he included men in his 'everything'. "OK," I said, "keep him
behind when I send the others off. It may be that Hugh and Keith will be
fun to play with, but let's not involve them until Tom's settled. That's if
he's willing." "Oh, he's willing all right," said Finn, "trust me."

         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
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Finn was right. When I dismissed the two older groups with instructions to
paint targets on trees and fire at them I saw that Tom never left Andy and
Finn. The two older ones, naturally wishing to assert their greater
seniority, were quite happy about this, so I decided to reinforce their
authority by getting them to arrange the stones for the afternoon
session. I was careful not to notice much whispering and the occasional
furtive glance in my direction from Tom. I confess I was looking forward to
seeing more of Tom - literally, I hoped, within a couple of hours. He was
an attractive boy with an open face and a ready smile - and, from what Andy
and Finn had discovered, willingness to try new things!

An hour later Hugh had shown that he had the making of a marksman: he was
hitting a stone at 200 metres half the time. I decided I should give him
individual lessons for a few days, and if he showed any kind of leadership
skills he could instruct the older groups. They might not like a
15-year-old teaching them, but if he was a far better shot they could
swallow their dislike. It would make sense to promote Keith to one of the
older groups at the same time. This would achieve both better use of my
time training them, and better access to Tom as he would then be part of a
group of three with other things on their mind.

In hindsight I don't know why I went to such trouble to get close to Tom as
the events late that afternoon proved that any trouble was completely
wasted. Tom was as keen as I was to get close.  And as Hugh now had a big
invisible badge showing his new rank he was happy to leave his kid brother
behind. So when the afternoon shooting session was over I found myself with
three very keen boys - keen for a different kind of shooting.

"Go on," muttered Finn, "trust me, he's as keen as you are." Thus
encouraged by his new friend Tom sidled up to me. He looked me in the
eye. "Will you teach me other stuff, Stewart? Finn says you're good at it."
I ruffled his hair. "Of course I will, Tom." "When?" "Now if you like. When
are you expected back home?" "Not for an hour."

The four of us were in the house they had allocated us in less than five
minutes. I was glad that Robert and David weren't there; it would have been
awkward for Tom to find strangers when he first appeared. "Upstairs," I
said, slapping Finn's arse by way of encouragement. "How much does he know
about us?" I whispered. "You mean 'us' as people who fuck, or 'us' as
lovers?" "Either." "well, he knows the three of us 'do stuff', as he calls
it, but he doesn't know about you and me. Why - does it matter?" I shrugged
- by now the four of us were in the bedroom and Andy had started to grope
Tom.

"He's as hard as I am, you two. Let's get on with it."

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The fun continues in Chapter 7 as the four of us divest ourselves of our
clothing and we get to know Tom.

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