Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2017 11:42:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 26 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 26 By the time we got out of the shower it was just after midnight. Bob and Steve should be home by now. I asked Jack how far away they lived. "Oh, only about a mile or so. Easy reach," and he grinned at the thought of the endless opportunities which had opened up. "I don't know why I didn't find out about them before," he said, "you found out quick enough." "That's because I'm 100 years old and know a thing or two," I said. "Come on, let's get into bed. I need to be fucked." We'd both cum a lot in the last hour or two and the urge wasn't immediate, but this didn't stop us getting into bed and enjoying a deep kissing and cuddling session. Jack's head was nestled into the space between my chin and my shoulder. It was very comforting - we might almost have been a married couple. "Why are you doing all these things for me?" he murmured, "you hardly know me, yet you've been kinder and more generous than anyone." I debated how to answer. Obviously I couldn't tell him the truth: that I am a wise old man who's seen a lot of the world's sadness and can see how yours can be alleviated. And I'm not short of knowledge about how a direct approach can pay off. I have, after all, nothing to lose. What I actually said was "when we first got it together in that train I fancied you rotten." Feeble, but not without a degree of truth. "What was it you fancied, then?" he persisted. "Well, you are cute to look at, you have ginger hair which is something I fancy. I wondered if you had ginger pubes and there was only one way to find out. Then, when we were at it I found your energy and excitement at what we did a huge turn-on, and I wanted more of it. It was obvious I turned you on, and you certainly turned me on. Do you need any more reasons? Oh, by the way, I like you too. You're fun to be with. And right now the biggest thing is this," and I felt down the bed where his cock, like mine, was hard and raring to go again. "It's time this fine fellow got well and truly stuck into my arse." He kissed me again. I think I heard the tiniest voice whispering "love you". "Love you too, killer," I whispered back. "How should I do this?" he asked. I told him that the deepest fuck wasn't necessarily the best fuck; for me the best fuck with someone I care about (and that included him) was face to face, so that each boy could see the pleasure on the other boy's face; look into his eyes; lean forward for a kiss. I told him he should lie on his back and I would lower myself onto his cock. "But first you've got to get me ready. That's almost as much fun as being fucked, believe me." "I remember," he said, "it was great in the tunnel." "The railway tunnel, or yours?" "Very funny, now let's get you ready. Kneel with your arse in the air." He was a quick learner, I was glad to see. He got down behind me and started to kiss my arse cheeks, then gradually pulled them apart while his lips got nearer and nearer my hole. As he was nearly there he stopped, and move to the sensitive area between my balls and my hole. "What's this again?" "Perineum." His tongue lapped gradually nearer and nearer to my arsehole, and I found it hard to stop urging him to get on with it. Edging is a wonderful thing, but it's a bloody annoying one at the same time. Funny old life. At last his tongue was there. He lapped greedily, but wasn't able to stiffen it enough to enter me. "Use your fingers," I said, "they'll get me well and truly wet and gagging for it." He reached for the lube and applied it to his fingers. Soon he had three up me as far as they would go, and he could feel my prostate. I purred with pleasure. "That's so good, Jack, I feel so hot with you up there. I can't wait for your cock." He moved from my arse and laid down on the bed. "Come here and give me a cuddle first," he said, opening his arms. I found his tactile behaviour very erotic. With other boys - and men - the sex thing, whatever it was, was far and away the most important part, but with Jack the cuddling and kissing were a big part of the attraction. Fuck it, I was in danger of being bitten by the love thing. Must be careful. I won't get hurt, but he will. Anyway, stop being analytical, there's a boy here wants to fuck you. "Hold your cock so I can lower myself onto it," I said, and gradually I aimed and I could feel the tip of his cock against my well-lubed lips. I pushed out at the same time as I lowered myself, and suddenly Jack's cock was all the way in. "Fuuuuck!" he cried. "Hold still or you'll cum too soon," I warned him, "let's both get used to it." His cock was very hard and I knew I could lean forward to kiss him without its falling out. He bent his head up to meet me. Another tiny whispered "love you". I sat up straight and looked him in the eye. "Go for it, Tiger, fuck my brains out!" I wish I could say it was the most wonderful fuck I'd ever had, but sadly - inevitably - it was over almost as soon as it had started. He thrust into me four times before he shuddered and "oh fuck it, it's too quick" he poured himself up into me. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he moaned. I fell forwards onto him and held him tight. "Don't be silly, it's always too fast the first time. It was good, and next time it'll be better, I promise." I held him so tight that his rapidly softening cock plopped out of my arse followed by a trail of boy-cum and arse juices. He looked up at me, his eyes moist. "Thanks, Peter. I know you like being wanked with cum, so you lie down now and let me see to you." The wet trail was mostly on his balls, so he was able to scoop most of it up. He smeared my cock with his cummy mess and slowly, slowly wanked me. He pulled my foreskin right back and while my cock head was completely exposed he put his lips round it, savouring the heady musk of my free-flowing pre-cum. Then back to wanking again, foreskin back, lips, wank, wank, wank ... "Ooooh! Jack! Christ!" ... I flung my hips off the bed and a fountain of cum erupted. Three good jets landed on me, and three good jets disappeared into Jack's mouth as soon as they had landed. We were utterly exhausted, and fell asleep as we were, entwined in a post-orgasmic tangle. Just before I lost consciousness I thought I heard a faint "love you." "Love you too," I might have murmured. Next morning when I woke we were still tangled together. The aroma of sex was still strong. I thought that Polly's ability to not notice would be tested today. I wasn't troubled though, because I felt sure she wouldn't be bothered. It would make sense to open the windows wider though. I snuggled down under the bedclothes and licked Jack's soft cock. The smell of sex was powerful, and in a highly stimulating way. No doubt I smelt the same. I took his cock in my lips and he started to move, stretching as he gradually came to consciousness. "What time is it?" he muttered. "No idea, but shut up and enjoy your wake-up call," I said, and went back to work on his cock. It hardened quickly and he was unable to stop himself from thrusting into my mouth. Not that I minded - his cock wasn't big enough to be unmanageable. While I was using my tongue I made a buzzing noise which vibrated against his cock. "What the fuck was that!" he exclaimed. "My secret weapon," I said, "d'you like it?" "Do I fuck!" he said, "do it again. So I did and I sucked and did it again and ... he came. Tasty as ever. "Good morning," I said as I reappeared from under the bedclothes. "Mmmm," was the only response at first. Then he sat up and took me by the hand. "I know what you need," he said, and led me into the bathroom. "Lie down in the bath," he ordered. Was my wildest dream about to come true, I wondered. I did as I was told and to my delight Jack stood in the bath straddling me, his cock aimed at mine. "Yes please," I grinned. He let fly. A full bladder poured its golden nectar onto me, coating me from my chest, down my belly, and concentrating on my cock and balls. I couldn't keep myself from pissing, and I held my cock vertical, aiming my own piss over my already soaked body. Too soon we were both empty and I was breathless with pleasure. Then, to my amazement, Jack lay on top of me, squirming together in the warm liquid. My joy was complete when he kissed me. "Good morning to you too. Thank you for the best 24 hours of my life." "Of your life too so far, I hope. There's better to come, I'm sure." Another kiss, then we got out of the bath, ran some clean water into it, and went together into the shower. Twenty minutes later two clean boys glowing with health (or something) presented themselves to Polly to be fed. The gleam in Jack's face and the grin on mine told Polly all she needed to know. "Here's your breakfast, boys," she said, "I expect you've earned it." A big blush from Jack elicited a smile from Polly. "Too right, Polly," I said, "he's an exhausting host. Keeps you at it without a rest." The blush got bigger. "Stop it, you two," he muttered. Polly leant over him and whispered, "shut up, Jack, we love you," and gave him a kiss on the top of his head while winking at me. Then she left us to it. "D'you think she knows?" "Of course she does, dummy, and she doesn't care. It's not her job to monitor what you do with your cock. She just told you she loves you. That means she wants you to be happy. If being happy for 14-year-old Jack is playing cock games with Bob and Steve then she's not going to notice. All you have to do is make sure you're careful not to be noticed. If Polly actually sees you with Steve's cock up your arse she's not going to be able to keep quiet. But if all she sees is cum stains on the sheets - well, boys have wet dreams, don't they." "What about the smell?" "Open the windows and, you never know, she may find it as sexy as I do. For all you know she's up in your bedroom now, sniffing the sheets and getting off on your stink." "Oh, fuck off, Peter," he laughed. After breakfast I told him I had to go. "Oh, no!" "Yes. I have someone to see and things to do. But here's a promise. I'm around till the end of the month - that's nearly three weeks - and I will get in touch long before then. If you're feeling kind you might invite me to sleep over gain, but only if you're good!" I knew it would be hard for him, but there was no other way. If he got any deeper into this "love you" he would only be damaged, and he hadn't grown any defences yet. "Why not give Bob a ring? They seemed as keen on it as we did." "Good idea. I'll phone this morning." Good, I thought. His cock matters more to him than his heart. Plenty of time for his heart to rule when he's grown armour. Polly came in to clear up. "I'm off now," I said to her. "Thanks for everything." She gave me a hug and murmured, "be good." "Me? I'm wicked," I said, "but I know what you mean. Good bye, Polly." Jack came as far as the station with me. He was sad, but being brave about it. "I promise I'll ring in a few days," I said, "and when I do I'll want all the juicy details about what you get up to with those two. Nothing left out. OK?" "OK," he agreed, a bit wanly. The train arrived. I got in. I waved out of the window and I could see a sad small boy waving back. Not the sexual athlete from last night at all. For the first time in 12 days I was glad I was really 80-odd. =============================================================================== Keep your depraved ideas coming, guys. They're always welcome and, like a bog wall, often make interesting reading. badboi666@btinternet.com Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html