Date: Sun, 7 May 2017 13:33:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 35 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 35 "I'm glad you came," I said, "it's been a long wait." "I saw you at lunch," he said, "who were you with?" I told him how I had spent the 15 hours (yes, I had been counting) since our last brief meeting. His eyes widened. "Blimey, haven't you even slept?" "A bit, but not much. How about you? How did 2201 go, as you would put it?" "Not me, that's how the Head Scout puts it. To me it's one minute past ten. And it was interesting." "Tell me about it." We looked around and found a good place to lie down free from roots and other uncomfortable things. "Our tent's got six beds - five of us and a leader," he began. "That doesn't sound promising," I said. "You wait and see," he grinned. "We had our briefing about today's activities in the meal tent at quarter past nine, then we made our way back to our own tent. Only three of us in the tent are in the same troop; the other two are from another lot in Norwich. We're all 13 or 14 apart from the leader. He's 17 and he's from the other troop. As soon as we were all sitting on our beds like good boys the leader tied the tent flaps down. He told us his name - Derek - and made us all introduce ourselves. The other two from his troop are Mark and Paul. The other two from my troop are Sammy and Oliver. Last year at camp I had a wanking session with Sammy. Oliver is new to Norwich, he joined only a few months ago, but he's been at camp before. It was clear right from the word go that the other three had something going on. Mark and Paul went to sit on Derek's bed. I went and sat on Sammy's bed. Derek, who'd done this often before, knew what was up with us. His raised eyebrow and Sammy's nod told him all he needed to know. Oliver was the unknown. There was no way five of us were going to get it on in a big way if the sixth was going to be a wet blanket, or a sneak. Derek asked him to tell us about his scouting experience. His exact words were 'Derek, I was at a different camp last year and I got fucked there. I want to get fucked here'. So that was that settled nicely. All six of us were going to play. We then discussed who wanted what. Mark and Paul were so cuddled up to Derek that it didn't look likely that they'd want to share. Derek said that the three of them 'did it all the time' at home and that they planned to keep doing it here as well. He said it nicely, but I didn't think the rest of us would be joining in. That left us three. I said to Oliver 'I'm glad you're like us. Sammy and I are wank mates and if you join in that makes two groups of three. Nobody'll be left out'. Oliver shot over to Sammy's bed. Derek grinned, 'that's that all settled then.' He told us that the scoutmasters had agreed that each tent's leader was in charge, and that they wouldn't be getting involved after lights out in seeing that everybody behaved." (I thought it much more likely that some of the scoutmasters would be among those doing the misbehaving, and that a covert green light was being given.) "Go on," I said. "Derek said we should all get into our pyjamas and be sitting up like good boys in our beds - our own beds, he said with a grin - so that when Authority came to tell us it was lights out he would be able to believe it. 'Don't worry' he said, 'you won't need to be in your pyjamas for long'. We all stripped off, making sure everybody else got a good look at what was on offer, and put on our pyjamas. By 10 we were as Derek had directed. In came the other troop's Scoutmaster. 'Good, Derek,' he said, 'I see you've got everything in hand. Good night.' and off he went. Do you think he knew?" "Of course he did. He wouldn't have said 'everything in hand' otherwise. I expect he had a boy in his bed all right. Go on, what happened then?" "Well, Mark and Paul scooted into Derek's bed, but not before they'd taken off their pyjamas. They're both uncut. Mark's cock is about the same size as mine but Paul's is tiny. They don't have any hairs yet. I asked them what we were going to see. Mark said that they liked being fucked by Derek and Paul, who said very little, just nodded. It sounded straightforward enough - 17-year-old buggers 13-year-olds. 'What about you three?' asked Mark. Before I could say anything Oliver said that he wanted to get fucked too, like last year, but he wasn't fussy about who did it. His exact words were 'I need to get someone's cock up me, and it would be great if it was a lot of different cocks.' Sammy and I exchanged looks and Sammy said 'you go, Robin.' I said that I was up for fucking Oliver but I'd never fucked anyone before, so Derek would have to show me. Derek's cheesy grin got so wide it nearly fell off his face. That problem looked like being solved to everyone's satisfaction. I told them that sucking cocks was my best thing. 'Sucking, or being sucked?' asked Derek. 'Both of course, and I was told only today that I'm bloody good at it' - I hope you don't mind." "Why should I mind, it's true, isn't it? What was the reaction to what you said?" "Astonishment. Today? Who've you sucked off today? 'Another scout. Don't know his troop. He sucked me too.' 'Where?' 'Not here.' Luckily they left it at that. But the week's activities were clear. Derek would fuck his two and Oliver, and I would suck anything that came my way. Who sucked me wasn't discussed, but I don't suppose I won't get volunteers. I left then, saying I had the shits. When I got back 20 minutes later Derek and his harem were cuddled up for the night and the other two were wanking each other in Sammy's bed. I felt left out of it, but then I remember the afternoon, and told myself it was only 14 hours till I saw you again. And here I am. And I haven't cum since I came with you." "Nor have I," I said, "so there'll be plenty stored up!" I turned to Robin. "You enjoyed it yesterday when I put a finger up your arse." He nodded. "You said then that you wanted to get fucked. Your exact words were 'the sooner I get fucked, the better'. Do you still feel like that?" He nodded, and leant over to kiss me. "Why do you keep on asking, Peter? You know I want you to fuck me. What we did yesterday was great, and I want a lot more of it. Your finger up my arse was good; your cock up my arse will be fucking marvellous, won't it?" "Yes, it will. It'll hurt a bit at first, but I'll try to make it as easy as I can." "I trust you," he said, and kissed me again. This was going to be an outdoor session as it might have been 100 years ago. No mattress to lie on, no blanket to conceal our naked shame, no shower to clean up afterwards. All we would have that our great-grandfathers didn't have was a bottle of lube. This wasn't a romantic setting, so we didn't waste time of seductively undressing each other - we merely stripped off. We drank in each other's naked body. "How many naked boys have you seen?" I asked. "Dozens at the swimming pool, but I've only played around with a few. You, Sammy and a couple of others. Apart from you it's only been wanking. What about you?" "I've lost count," I said truthfully, "but there's only one in front of me now, and he's the important one." We moved to a deep tongued kiss and sank to our knees while our lips were still glued together. I wanted his first fuck to be as good as I could make it, but I was conscious that I would have to remain alert in case we were approached. Not ideal, but we would make the best of it. I told him to lie down and I got down between his legs. "Put your legs on my shoulders," I said, "I'm going to warm you up." The scent of his body was very heady. I lapped at his cock and gently took each of his balls into my mouth. He raised his hips. "Get working on my arse, I'm really hot for you down there." Lube out, fingers coated, fingers in - one, then two ("OK?" "Yeah, great"), then the magic third ("Aah!"), pause to let him get used to it, then the prostate twitch ("Oh Christ, what's that? It's fantastic ... aaaaaaaaaah!") and he came all over his belly. "Oh fucking shit, I've cum too soon," he wailed. "Don't be silly," I said, bending over his cummy belly to kiss him, "you can cum again. It's no big deal." I paused. "Actually it is a big deal, so big that it needs me to attend to it." And I bent over him and licked it all up, smacking my lips lustfully. "Delicious boy-cum, a pound a bottle!" "Silly bugger," he said happily. I squirted some lube up his arse. "Oh fuck, what's that?" "Lube. Cold, isn't it. Your insides will soon warm it up." Back in went my three fingers, concentrating this time not on the hidden treasure a few inches in - best leave that untwitched for the present - but on stretching the doorway. He was squirming and moaning ("Ssh!") as my fingers rubbed the inside of his arse lips and gently stretched them apart. "Oh, am I ready yet?" he begged, "I really need to feel you up inside me." "OK," I said, "I think you're cooked now. I'll put it in gradually and the minute it hurts you tell me and I'll stop to let you get used to it. When it's right in clasp your ankles behind my head, and I'll know we're ready to rock and roll." I wiped my well-lubed hands on my cock and positioned it at his hot inviting entry. "Push as though you're shitting." My foreplay must have been sufficient because when I touched my cock to his arsehole, and he pushed, the weight of my body just pushed my cock straight in - all the way - without a grimace or a cry of discomfort. "Wow!" he said, "that didn't hurt at all. Is it all the way in?" "All the way," I said, "mind you, mine isn't the biggest cock in the world, just the biggest on a 13-year-old." "Oh shut up," he said. It was time to perform. I concentrated on giving him the best fuck I could. My cock was already all the way in, so I pushed harder ("ooh!"), withdrew slowly until my cockhead was literally half in and half out of his arse lips, putting them under maximum stretch ("ooh!"), pause (he tensed), hard in again ("aaaah!"), push, out to the doorway again, hard in ("oh fuck, Peter, that is so wonderful'), out again ... I was getting closer, but I reckoned it was important on this occasion for me to hold back. I wanted this fuck to be one he'd remember for ever - well, he would anyway as it was his first, but I still wanted it to be special - so I tried to restrain my own desire for release. I managed to keep up my rhythm for almost five minutes. By then he was covered in sweat - some his but most of it mine, which had run down my chest and dropped onto him - his eyes were tight shut, his toes curled, his ankles locked behind my head, his thighs gripping my sides. I put my hands under\his bum and found I could get another half inch into him. Faster now - I was feeling my balls getting ready - faster and deeper, in and out like a machine then ... I came. My spunk rushed out of me and entered the deepest, most hot and secret part of the boy who, for the important instant of the present, I loved more than the rest of the universe. Again and again I spurted; again and again I convinced myself that I loved him. Did I say so out loud? I've no idea. Eventually my cock finished emptying my juices up into Robin and he relaxed his ankles and lowered his legs. "Fuck!" he breathed. No other words were needed. He whispered in my ear "I love you too," So I had said it out loud. "No you don't," I said, "and I don't love you. Those are words that get said at moments of supreme joy. The next boy that gives you that joy, you'll say you love him too. That was a fantastic fuck, and I loved doing it with you. One day you will meet someone you really love. Then sex with them will be truly special." I began to pick myself up. "I've got a surprise for you," he said pointing to his belly. I looked and there was another pool of his tasty cum, still hot from the tap. "When did that happen?" I asked. "I came about five seconds after yours started," he said, "but yours lasted longer than mine." "So we could say we came together," I said, "that's always a bonus." I bent to lick it up. He said, "Don't swallow it. Share it with me. I understand what you said about loving and not loving, but I still think what we shared was magic, and whether it's love or not I will always remember the boy who was the first to fuck me. And maybe I don't love you, or you me, but I will never forget you." Tears came easily to us both, and as we kissed a cum-sharing kiss the old cliché about the world standing still just might have come true for us both, there in a Thetford wood in August 1957. =============================================================================== It has always tickled me that Baden-Powell's book was called "Scouting for Boys". badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions. Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html