Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 14:50:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 20 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 2 Wipe 3 Donate =============================================================================== Chapter 20 Jim stood naked before me. He was stock still, his hands by his side, his cock half erect. His world was about to change. I took his hands and placed them on my head, hoping that he would take that as encouragement that he could guide me if he felt he wanted to. I could hear snap! snap! snap! from Tom in the background. With any luck Jim would not notice him once we had got down to business. I opened my lips and bent forward, taking the head of Jim's cock between my lips. I wanted him to feel lips on his cock before I took it into my mouth; that way he would encounter two levels of sensation. As he felt my lips on him he shuddered and sighed, and his hands grabbed my hair, perhaps to steady himself, perhaps to make sure that the thrill running through him didn't stop. I washed my tongue round his cock, bathing the head in spit and licking along the sensitive underside towards his balls. By now he was fully erect, and he was well-endowed for a 15-year-old - a good six inches. His balls hung low and I gently rolled them in my hand, feeling the weight of long pent-up boy spunk soon to be released. I took my mouth away from his cock. "When did you last cum?" "Yesterday night in bed." "Good," I said, "that means you'll have built up a nice big mouthful of cum for me," and I returned to dealing with the focus of my pleasure (and his, to judge by the deep sigh of pleasure when he felt my lips on his cock again). Snap! snap! snap! It was time for me to take his cock into my mouth properly. I've never been any good at deep-throating, but as Jim was a novice it wasn't something he was expecting. I got about four inches in, and moved my mouth back and forth, giving him the sensation of mouth-fucking me. He quickly got the point and began to move himself, and soon he was fucking my mouth pretty vigorously. I took my mouth away again. "Slow down, Jim, there's no hurry. It'll be a lot better if we do it slowly." I could keep this up for ages, I thought, but the boy won't let me. He needs to cum quickly. That will get the pressure off, and allow the second one to be much more prolonged, with time for me to be adventurous. There might be a third too if we're all lucky. I didn't want to do anything too unorthodox this first time, so I contended myself with licking and sucking his cock - it was a very nice cock, even though it was cut - and gently fondling his balls. Time enough for arse play later. I kept on with the lip action, thinking (correctly) that he would find this more erotic. He started to moan and I knew he was getting close. Snap! snap! snap! Tom could tell he was getting close too. I wondered whether Tom had a movie camera, not that there would be any visible cum from the boy this first time. "Oh, Peter, I'm about to shoot - it'll go in your mouth." He would quickly realise that that was the point, and when I made no move to take my mouth off his cock he groaned, still reluctant to let fly in a place he thought forbidden. I stroked his balls again and gently pulled them downwards, away from his body. That was enough to yip him over, and with another groan "oh fuck, I'm cumming, sorry, sorry!" he squirted a delicious load into my mouth. I worked my tongue over his sensitive cock, coating it with his cum before swallowing it, and licking my lips. "That was tasty, Jim, thanks." "Don't you mind it in your mouth?" "Course not, it tastes good, and I love a mouthful of cum. You'll probably feel the same if you try it." Jim's cock wilted quickly, and I knew there was a danger that he might suffer from post-orgasmic withdrawal. Tom stepped in. "That was really great to watch, you two. Jim, your face in the build-up to cumming was beautiful. You really enjoyed it!" Jim grinned, a little embarrassed. It was the first time anyone else had touched his cock, it was the first time he'd been sucked off, it was the first time he'd cum in front of an adult - so many new, and exciting, naughty things. "I don't think I've ever done so much cum before. Peter's mouth was fantastic." I waited for what I hoped might come next. Jim hesitated (yes, I thought, say it Jim) ... can I do you the same? Will you teach me? Darling boy, I thought! "That would be super, but let's get onto the sofa where we'll be more comfortable," I said, and I took him by the hand and let him over. Tom moved his camera to capture us. I laid down on my back, shamelessly exposing myself to Jim's gaze. He had a good look, and was, as I expected, interested in the fact that I was uncut. "I've seen cocks like that, with skin, on boys at school, but I've never been close. Can I look properly?" What a polite boy, I thought, asking so nicely if he can examine my cock! "Feel free," I said, "you can roll the skin back if you like. It looks the same as yours underneath." Very gingerly Jim knelt beside the chaise longue and took hold of my cock in both hands. Holding the half-erect shaft in his left hand he touched my foreskin with his right, and carefully pulled it back. "Christ!" he said as my glistening glans was slowly revealed, my piss slit oozing pre-cum, "that's neat!" "If you keep on doing that," I said, "I'll cum pretty quickly. Play around a bit, do things to my balls." Thus encouraged Jim became adventurous. He leant forward and licked the tip of my cock - involuntary shudder from me - he reached over and stroked my balls ("you don't have to be too gentle - they're not made of glass"), and began to wank me. "That's nice, Jim." I stretched out my right arm and put it round him, drawing him closer. I leant forward and licked his left nipple, causing a shudder. "Nice?" "Yes; weird, but nice. Do it again." So I did, then he bent to his task with my stuff. He was a good wanker, and soon had me getting close. "Gonna shoot soon," I said, "aim it onto my belly, and hold my balls as I cum ... nearly there ... yesss!" and the day's first spunk shot up and out of me, making a nice trail as it landed. Three good-sized ropes. "Fuck!" said Jim, "that's really hot to see." He hesitated again, and I knew what was coming. "Can I, er, can I (snap! snap! snap!) taste it?" "You don't need to ask here, Jim. If you want to do something, you just do it. So long as it doesn't hurt no-one's going to mind. OK?" "Yes, OK, thanks." He bent forward and put his finger into my cum trail, feeling it and putting his finger in his mouth. I decided I would do the same, "mmm!" Jim must have decided that it didn't taste too bad, so scooped up a larger amount, which he licked off his fingers. "it is tasty, isn't it!" (A pause.) "Oh, fuck it!" And he bent down and licked up the whole of my juicy offering. "Don't swallow!" I said, "keep it in your mouth." Big risk time, I thought, but I was pretty confident that the heightened sexuality of the moment would ensure that it wouldn't go wrong. "Here," and I leaned across and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him on the lips. His immediate reaction was one of shocked surprise, but as soon as I opened my lips his opened as well, allowing my spunk back into my body. In order to reinforce the importance of this moment - in some ways more intimate than sucking his cock - I put both arms round him and hugged him. "That was great, Jim." Snap! snap! snap! "Well, you two, that was some performance. I got some great pictures of you both. Come into the kitchen and have a biscuit while I change the film." I was amused to see that Jim had no reticence about ogling Tom's cock - his initial embarrassment at being seen starting had disappeared. Cocks, especially those belonging to other guys, were for looking at, and - with luck - for playing with. But first, biscuits and more juice. Tom soon returned with his camera reloaded, and joined us at the table, sitting opposite us. "What do you think you'd like to do next," he asked, "something different, I think." I waited. Jim hesitated again. If I couldn't get him confident enough to say what he wanted - however outrageous - I was failing as a host. "Jim, whatever you want to try is going to be OK with us. We are both very open-minded about sex, especially the kinky things you might not dare to ask for. So spit it out - what would you like to do?" Jim was plucking up courage, and Tom and I both waited. "What I'd really like is to fuck Peter." Oh, good, I thought, just what I need! "Great!" I said, " I'd like that too. Let's go through and get on with it before I change my mind. Just joking, Jim, I love being fucked, and having that big thing of yours up my arse will be pure joy." We went back to the studio. Jim said to me quietly "I don't know how to do this - will you show me?" "Don't worry," I said, "I'll guide you." I laid down on my back again. If this was his first fuck it would be best if he entered me with my arse wide open and my legs by my ears. (I wished I could still do that 56 years later.). I told him to stand between my legs and to have a good look at my arse. "It's clean, you can play with it to get it ready for your cock. If you start to fuck me now I'll be dry and it'll be uncomfortable for both of us. I pointed to the lube and told him to squirt some into his hands and get them juicy. "Now rub your hands on my arse cheeks and over my hole. You need to get the lube up me, so stick a finger in and push it around in there." "Are you sure?" "Oh, yes, I'm sure all right. I love fingers up my arse, almost as much as I love having a big cock up there. Go on, it won't hurt." He overcame his reluctance and gingerly inserted a lubed finger as far as the first knuckle. "More, you can go in as far as your finger'll reach. In it went. "Now wriggle it round." "There's a lump, is that shit?" "No," I said, and explained about the prostate, telling him of its sensitivity. He wriggled about and my involuntary twitch told him that my prostate was living up to its reputation. I could here snapping from Tom, who was clearly enjoying perving at two twinky teenagers getting it on. Jim was oblivious, as what 15-year-old about to have his first fuck wouldn't be. "Am I juiced up enough in there?" I asked him. "I think so, it's very wet." "That's how it's meant to be. "Now (and I raised my legs, exposing the target, winking with desire) lube your cock and touch it to my arsehole." When he did I pushed out, opening my lips (snap! snap! snap! really close-up) and reaching forward I pulled his hips, forcing his cock into me. Luckily I was very wet inside and he entered me quickly and deeply. "Oh fuck! It's really in!" The boy can't believe his luck. 24 hours ago all he's done is wank alongside another boy, and now he's actually fucking one! I don't suppose he'll last long, even though he came only about half an hour ago. "Don't be in too much rush," I said, "it's not like a wanking race. The clever thing is to prolong it as long as you can. Once you get practice you'll know it's just as important to give me pleasure, and make me cum, as it us to cum yourself. But don't worry about me for the moment, just enjoy the sensation your cock us getting as it thrusts up into me. Don't forget I'm only 14 and you're a big boy getting your end away in me." Jim settled into a good rhythm and I enjoyed the sensation of his cock as its head rubbed past my prostate, in, out, in, out. I reached up and stroked his hair, "this is so good," I murmured, "you're fucking me so deep." Snap! snap! snap! and I thought I could hear wanking sounds coming from behind the camera. "Don't you dare, Tom," I called out, "anything that comes out of your cock comes out of it into me, or onto me at least." I heard Tom laugh, "OK pervert." That's me, I thought, cum-sluts "R" us! Jim was in a world of his own - a world entirely centred on his cock, his hard, hard cock, harder and longer and more wonderful than it had ever been before. Fuck it if the fact that he was enjoying himself so much, planted deep inside another boy's hot wet arse, meant that he was queer! So fucking what? Harder and deeper he fucked, and faster as the overload of lust started to conjure up the magic from his balls, faster, faster, faster ( snap! snap! snap!) until - "Aaaaaaaah, Jesus!" and his cock went in deeper than ever as it swelled up and the delicious hot boy-spunk poured up into me. "Oh fuckohfuckohfuck that's so fucking good, oh God!" and he collapsed onto me, his cock still deep inside. Could he stay in there, I wondered. Evil thoughts assailed me, as they often do, if I'm honest. We've both had a helluva lot of squash. I need a piss - does he? Am I pushing him too quickly? I decided I probably was. We could play piss games another time. Just as I was wondering about cumming myself Tom tiptoed over to us. Abandoning the camera he knelt on the chaise longue. "Fancy a 69?" he asked me. "Fucking silly question," I replied, "get on with it. Jim, pull out of me and kneel over me before Tom starts. I need to clean your cock." "But it's been up your arse," protested Jim, "it'll be all mucky." "Do you know. I had noticed that it was up my arse, now get it in my mouth and ... " but I got no further before my mouth was full of Jim's cock again, cummy and tasting of arse juices. Yum! "Now come and lie down next to me and watch," I said. "This is how you 69." Tom quickly got into position and, with a bit of an effort, I could get my mouth round his cock. "This isn't working," he said, "I'm too tall. Never mind, we'll do it differently. Who's going to cum first?" "I am," I said. "After that fuck I'm pretty close. Will you wank me?" Tom went to work, slowly wanking my stiff cock, pulling my foreskin back (to Jim's intense interest, watching about 3 inches away) and flipping it forwards again. "Play with my arsehole again, Jim," I begged, "as many fingers up there as you can, hard!" Two, three fingers were jammed in, causing me to arch with pleasure. Tom was getting me close - this wasn't an occasion for edging. "Go, go, go," I cried, and my cock lurched. Tom pulled the foreskin back, allowing my spunk to shoot hard out, landing on Tom's face (I think he had his face there deliberately) with the later spurts coating my belly again. "Me now," shouted Tom as he frantically started to wank himself. "On me," I said, and hardly had I said it before a stream of cum flew from Tom's cock to mix with mine. Jim's eyes were out on stalks. "Fun, isn't it?" I said. "Being queer is great." We needed a rest. Jim had cum twice, and Tom and I once each. I suggested a communal shower - was that possible? "Be a bit of a squeeze," said Tom, but I don't suppose anyone'll complain. "Come on then." And off we trooped, cum dripping down my belly. To stop it falling onto the carpet I rubbed it in. Jim saw this and again his eyes were on stalks. The poor boy was being shown so many new and undreamed-of things. Once in the shower, and it was indeed a tight squeeze, we set about washing off spunk and sweat as we could. Inevitably it was easier, as well as being more fun, to wash someone else, and that's how it panned out. I washed Jim, he washed Tom and Tom washed me. Backs, that it. When we turned round - do the geometry - it was Jim who washed my cock, as I had planned it would be. Lucky Tom got a nice handful of Jim's junk, although which of the two of them enjoyed it more was impossible to judge. The juice so thoughtfully provided by Tom (or was it just luck?) was having a major effect on my bladder, and it seemed to me that Jim would be similarly under pressure. "I need a piss," I said, "with all that juice, and since we're all boys I'm doing it right here." I waited a few seconds in case Tom was going to object, but when he didn't I reckoned it was OK. I aimed the first burst at the drainage hole and cut the flow to see what, if anything, Jim said. "That looks really hot, Peter. I need a piss too." And a few seconds later he too pissed into the drainage. Time for me to let out another burst which, if I got it right ... yes, I did ... crossed his and caused both streams to splash onto our legs. "Wow!" said Jim, "that's so hot." "This is even hotter," I said, deliberately aiming my cock, still vigorously pissing, at his belly. "You bugger!" said Jim, but the tone of his voice was a give-away as he grinned and aimed his cock at me. The ice was now safely broken and we emptied our bladders in a sharing manner. I bet Peter wished he had a waterproofed camera. Peter left the shower, leaving us to wash each other again. More attention was paid to cocks and balls (and arseholes, come to that) than was strictly necessary given that it had only been fresh piss that had dirtied us in the first place, but, hey! - we're horny teenagers. As we were drying ourselves, and Tom was in the studio busying himself there, Jim talked to me about what had happened. "I really enjoyed every minute of what we did in there, and the feeling I got when I was fucking you was immense. Do you think that means I'm queer? If it's that exciting I don't mind as much as I thought I would." "Look, Jim, " I said, "I'm only 14 but I've known I was only interested in boys or men since I was 8. I've never had any doubt, and I've never had any regrets" (except not being 14 properly first time round, I thought regretfully) "so I've never been worried by being 'queer'. If that's what people want to call me, then that's fine. What matters is whether you feel comfortable with who you are. You've only had - what? - two hours of sex with Tom and me, so it's a bit early to be definite, don't you think? But from the sound of it you're very happy so far. Am I right?" He thought about it. "Yes, I believe I am. I'm not sure I want anyone to know about it though." "That makes a lot of sense," I assured him, "a lot of people will sneer and if the other kids at school find out you're likely to be bullied about it. Keep it quiet until you are sure you can deal with the reactions of people you tell. Parents, other kids, whoever - some will be hostile, some will be startled, but will come round to accepting you for who you are, some - maybe not many at first - won't mind. You'll still be the Jim they knew 5 minutes earlier. One day things will change (thanks for giving me the chance to say that to a nervous 15-year-old, fairy) but until then you should be careful." "That's a lot to think about - thanks, Peter. You are very grown up for only 14." I brushed it off. Easier that way. "I don't just mean in your advice," and he reached over and fondled my cock. "Time for more?" I asked. "Why not?" said our brave new gay boy (not, needless to say, a term he would heard used for some time). "What would you like to try then?" I asked. "I've sucked you off, and you've fucked me. I could fuck you if you like, or you could suck me off, or you could do something with Tom. Do you want to try that?" "Not sure," he said, "doing things with you seems right, well, not wrong, if you see what I mean (I didn't, but didn't say so). With a man it's, well, different." "And maybe better, don't forget. Buy I'm not going to suggest what you feel about Tom. If you like him then after I've gone you and he will still be in the same town, near enough. He's seen you doing all kinds of stuff with me, and that hasn't bothered you, so I guess you tryst him. Why not do stuff with me while I'm here and see how you feel about Tom later?" "Yeah, makes sense." I waited to see where he wanted to go with me. The silence suggested to me that he wanted me to fuck him, but was worried about saying so (it was queer, after all, to be fucked and if you tried really hard you could just about persuade yourself that fucking another boy wasn't queer - well, not much). The tortuous paths down which the brain will allow itself to be led! "I'd like you to fuck me, Peter, but I'm scared it'll hurt." So much for my psychoanalytic prowess! "It will hurt at first, but I'll make sure it's as little as I can. Think of it this way. Your arse pushes out shit, some of which is a lot thicker than my cock. Going in isn't as easy as coming out - your arse isn't designed for things going into it, after all, but it doesn't take long for it to adjust. It only hurts while it's adjusting." So it was agreed. I would take his cherry and Tom would record the happy event for posterity. We went into the studio to break the news. "Good," he said, "I was hoping something like that might happen. Sure you're OK with this, Jim?" "Yes, Tom, Peter says it'll hurt at first but he'll be as gentle as he can be. I trust him. Are you going to take more pictures?" "Yes. I want to see the two of you at it. It'll be really hot to look at afterwards. Good wank material!" Jim plucked up courage - no time like the present - and told Tom that, er, if Tom wanted to see him again, er, another time after Peter had gone then he, er wouldn't mind. "Do you mean you would be very pleased, rather than 'wouldn't mind'?" asked Tom. "Yes," replied the boy shyly. "We have a date, then," said Tom with a grin. Good, I thought, nothing like bringing joy to people, especially when it involves bodily fluids. "But it's us boys now, old man, so get to your snapping." =============================================================================== A fair amount of action this time to make up for none in Chapter 19. 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