Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2017 20:53:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 11 Fourteen again by badboi666 =============================================================================== This story is - guess what! - fantasy. 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 a 14-year-old then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Remember the three things: 1 Cum (you may wish to do this more than once) 2 Wipe carefully 3 Donate to Nifty =============================================================================== Chapter 11 There were still three days left. After our first session we all had a shower and made for bed. It was nice cuddling with five of us, but we were so shagged out that cuddling was all that happened. We ended up with the men on the outside and the three of us in between: Alan, Harry, me, Fred, Peter. Hands held cocks, but cocks were resting. Still, holding a boy's soft cock is nice, especially when it has both history and promise. We slept. In the morning it was another scorching day. Fred and I were the first to wake and as I got up to piss Fred joined me. I turned to the bathroom but Fred stopped me. "No, let's do it out in the garden." Never one to turn away a pissing opportunity I followed. The garden was about half an acre, mostly longish grass. Peter wasn't into gardening, it appeared. There was a patch of cut grass about 10 yards square, but the rest was wild. An ideal place for boys to be boys in, I thought. Fred and I, our piss-needy cocks firm, strode into the long grass. No part of the garden was overlooked by any other houses and the road was 100 yards away at the front of the bungalow. "Can we do that docking thing again?" asked Fred. "I wasn't keen at first, but when I saw you doing it with Harry it looked hot, and when we pissed on each other it was nice." Who was I to refuse such a nice, polite boy? We stood facing each other and I rolled my foreskin back, and as our cocks touched I rolled it back over Fred's shaft. "Ready? Let go when you like and I'll do the same. We're both so full of piss that I won't be able to hold my cock over yours for long. When it burst out just let it go down your legs and keep on pissing. Aim it up on my belly and I'll do the same." Nothing happened for about 20 seconds - it's often the way when you're pissing with someone new, I've found. Then I felt mine starting and my foreskin began to swell. Suddenly the pressure built up hugely as Fred's bladder must have let loose and a couple of seconds later I had to let my foreskin go and the night's hot yellow piss of two horny 14-year-olds was flying free. I pissed up on his chest, and he did the same to me. When our bladders were empty and our cocks drained we stood there, panting and dripping. "What now?" asked Fred. "Well, three possibilities. One, we lick each other clean - not a good idea with morning piss, it's too strong, but quite fun at other times if you've drunk a lot and it's dilute. Two, we go in and have a shower. Three, we stay out here till it dries and we see who notices when we start to smell." Fred thought about it. "Letting it dry sounds wicked, but I'd rather save that for tomorrow when we'll get Harry out here as well." This was a good idea, and I was happy to postpone the third option until all three of us boys could stink together. We went in, still wet, to shower. No-one else was up, and our morning expedition went unnoticed. As usual when sharing a shower with another boy our cocks were hard, but we knew there would be more fun things than just another morning wank, so, with some difficulty, we agreed to leave things untouched. Apart from washing, of course. If we'd washed each other (cock, balls, arse crack, whatever) it would certainly have led to other things, so we just washed ourselves and contented each other with looking and talking dirty. Fred was very interested in my foreskin and made a close examination of my cock. "Does it hurt when you pull it back?" he asked, "it looks so red when you do." "No, it did when I was little, but in the last few years the skin has loosened." "Lots of wanking, I expect," laughed Fred. "Could well be," I said, deciding that 60+ years of wanking would ease anybody's foreskin. "The tip's very sensitive though, and touching it is uncomfortable unless it's wet with precum." "Is licking it OK?" "Oh, yes, that's fine, especially if the boy licking me is cute like you and Harry." Nothing like flattery to get into a boy's ... pants? arse? We dried and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Alan and Peter were still asleep and Harry was just waking up. "C'mon, you three," said Fred, "it's time for breakfast." Twenty minutes later the others were up and showered and the men were shaved . (I hate stubble on my thighs when I'm getting a good cock-sucking.) Breakfast was on the table. "What are we doing today, Dad?" asked Fred. "The beach, I think," said Alan, certainly in the morning, "get you young things running about and burning off your energy." "But won't we need all our energy if you two are planning to have your wicked ways again?" asked Harry. "Yes," said Peter, "but you three have more energy than two old men, so if we're to have the same energy for fucking later on you've got to use some up. What do you three want to do anyway?" "Since you ask, Peter," I said, "I want to have sex with all of you, one or more at a time. If I'm here for another three days, or nights, there's a lot of combinations still to be enjoyed. So far Fred has sucked me off and I've sucked Harry. I want to do the other way round. Peter has sucked me off and fucked me, and Alan has fucked me. I haven't fucked anyone yet. I think for starters I want to do things with the boys and save doing things with you and Alan until bedtime." No doubt the others had plans as well, but no-one was saying anything. After breakfast was finished we all went back to the beach, stowing our clothes in the lockers as before. It felt much more natural going out onto the beach naked than it had yesterday. No sign of a stiffy! The three boys ran into the sea and horsed around, splashing each other and playing grab-arse. The water was about three feet deep, coming up to our chests. I beckoned to the other two and got them to stand close so that we made a tight circle. "Each boy feels up the cock on his right." I said, grasping Harry's cock as I spoke. Fred's hand immediately found mine. "Now each boy feels up the arse on his left" and my fingers found Fred's crack. The sea was cold and there was no way anyone could get a finger up anyone's arse, but it was still nice to feel arse cheeks, and know that deep in there was somewhere you'd be getting to know a lot better later on. All three of us were enjoying the intimate contact. "Anyone need to piss?" I asked. "I just did," said Fred. "I do," said Harry. "Wait," I said, and went under the surface. I put my lips round his cock. Fred could see what was happening. "Go on, Harry, piss in his mouth - he likes it." "How do you know?" asked Fred. "Never mind that, he told me. Go on, he can't stay down there all day." Harry's cock let a dribble of piss into my mouth. I nodded my head, and he sensed it. Then he relaxed and it all came out in a long stream. I swallowed as much as I could and let the rest run down me into the sea. "Isn't it disgusting?" asked Harry when I came up for air. Fred told him what had happened this morning, and what I'd said about morning piss being nasty but that it was good at other times. Harry wasn't pleased that we'd been out to play without him, but Fred pointed out that he'd been asleep. "Can I come with you tomorrow," he asked. "Course you can, be more fun with three horny morning cocks!" I said. We ran back to the beach where Alan and Peter were lying sunbathing. We decided to leave them to it, and we three walked into the dunes where we had had fun yesterday. On the way we collected a towel from the changing block, and I spread this when we found a quiet spot. At what was clearly the gay end of a nudist beach if anyone came across three boys having sex in the dunes they were hardly likely to object. "I told Peter I wanted to suck Fred's cock, but first I'm going to do Harry again. Lie down Harry, and spread your legs," I said. He dropped to the ground and stretched himself sexily. "Come on then, Woody, get down and see what you can get." I knelt between his legs and started to tongue his erect cock as I had done to Fred before. I paid particular attention to his foreskin, knowing that Fred, who was watching closely, would find it erotic in the extreme. Back and forward I rolled it with my lips, my tongue lapping at his red exposed glans. My fingers weren't idle, rolling his balls gently in their hairless bag, drawn tightly up against his body. I put two fingers in my mouth and pressed them against Harry's pucker. Immediately he stretched his legs even wider and drew his hips off the towel. "Oh, yes," he moaned, "get some fingers up my arse." All the while I was bobbing up and down on his cock, savouring the drops of pre-cum he was producing. His arse too was awash with sex juices, and my fingers slipped easily deeper into him. I didn't want him to cum too soon - I was saving his orgasm for later. I took my mouth off his cock and leaned close to his face. "Harry," I said quietly, " I'm now going to give you the fuck of your life. Get your knees up by my ears." Harry did as he was told, his lust having overcome any feeling he might have had that being fucked out of doors in broad daylight might not be the most sensible thing to be doing. Who cared if anyone saw him? He certainly didn't'. All he wanted was to be fucked my somebody new - in this case 14-year-old Woody. I spat on my cock and started to enter him. He raised his hips and locked his ankles behind my head. "Go on," he sighed, "get it all in, I'm wet enough." And in I thrust ("aaah!" from Harry. "Fucking hell!" from Fred). Fred was pulling his cock. "Don't!" I told him, "I'm going to suck you off as soon as I've cum in here. Keep it hard, but don't get yourself close." Harry was panting as my cock plunged in and out of his teenboy arsehole. I had a good rhythm going and the sight of his beautiful face embroiled in lust drove me on. Harder and deeper I penetrated until I felt my balls begin to boil. "I'm nearly there," I panted. "Fill me up, Woody," cried Harry as my cock rammed in for the last time, spasming and swelling as my spunk rushed up my cock and splattered the inside of his dark juicy tunnel. Three times my cock gushed, each time accompanied by moans from Harry and me. Quickly I pulled out and resumed my sucking of Harry's cock, still hard. His need was urgent and I wanted him to cum as soon after I had filled his arse as I could manage it. It took only about 40 seconds before he fired his cum into my greedy mouth. It was as sweet as it had been yesterday, and I took delight in rolling it around my mouth before at last swallowing. "Your turn, Fred, get down on the towel," I muttered, my mouth still full of the taste of Harry's sweet spunk. I decided to 69 with him, allowing him to suck on my cummy cock. "Mmm," he murmured, "I love the taste of spunk, Woody, and I like Harry's arse juices too." As I had only just cum my cock was still a bit sensitive, but not too sensitive for me to enjoy a teenager's mouth engulfing it, licking off and swallowing my recent offering up his friend's arse. I set to work on Fred, taking his cock as deep into my throat as I could. He was pretty close even before we started, so it wasn't long before he too was crying out and shooting into my mouth. Harry, watching while he came back down to earth, remembered what we had talked about earlier, and worked out that I was into piss games. Fred too, from the sound of it. As he needed a post-cum piss he decided that if it was OK to fuck and be fucked in public in the dunes it was probably OK to piss as well. Standing over me he aimed his cock at the middle of my back. He pulled his foreskin back for maximum strength and let fly with his piss. It splattered onto my back and ran down over my arse cheeks and down the sides of Fred's face, still sucking. Fred gave a great roar, more of surprise than anger, and I took my mouth off his cock long enough to say that piss was fine, and not to make such a fuss. I resumed my attention to his now softening cock, licking up the last few salty drops. "C'mon, Fred, you know you need to," I said, "and I'm going to." A minute later all three of us had empty bladders and piss-soaked bodies. The towel was sopping. We got up and were about to run back into the sea (with the towel) when a boy of about 12 stood up. "That was the hottest thing ever," he said, "I've just wanked watching you, and had the biggest cum of my life." He was starting to run away, suddenly red-faced, when I stopped him. "Are you staying here on holiday?" "Yes." "Be here tomorrow morning then." "OK." "What's your name?" "Zak." "See you tomorrow, Zak. 'Bye." He was gone. "I hope that's OK with you two," I said, "I think it probably will be." =============================================================================== Thanks to the guys who've already been on with ideas - keep them coming. If you have things you would like to read about while I do them, email me at badboi666 "at" btinternet "dot" com and let me know. Tell me your most depraved fantasies: I'm 70, after all, and won't be shocked. Even if I am only 14 to look at ... or touch ... or suck ... or fuck ... or piss on.