Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 19:01:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 36 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 36 After we had come down from our high we dressed and made our way back towards the camp. When we came out of the wood Robin was horrified to find Derek sitting on the wall. "I wonder what you've been up to," he said. Robin whispered to me that this was Derek. "I'm sure you can guess, Derek," I said. "Who's this then Robin, your new boy friend?" "Hold on, Derek, just wait a moment," I said, "there's no point in being difficult. Robin's told me all about what happened in your tent last night and, yes, we've been doing the same thing in the wood. You can't tell the scoutmasters about us, because if you do you know full well that we'll dish you as well. So how about we all sit down on this nice wall and come to an agreement?" "What agreement, and who are you anyway? You're not in our troop." "Calm down, Derek, we're all on the same side. You like fucking - what are their names? - Mark and Paul, and I've been fucking Robin. We want to go on, I'm sure. I have a suggestion. Are you interested?" and I got some notes from my pocket. "Bribing me to keep quiet, are you?" said Derek, but he was a lot less aggressive than he'd been a few moments earlier. "Here's my plan. As you've noticed, I'm not one of your scouts, in fact I'm not a scout at all - I'm just dressed like one. There are four boys in your tent apart from you and Robin. I will give you £30 now" - and I showed him six £5 notes - "and you keep £10 and give the other four £5 each. In return for that they keep their mouths shut, except when there's a cock between their lips of course. You get twice as much. In return for that I get to sleep in your tent tonight and all three of us keep our mouths shut. Think about it, Derek, it's a lot of money in return for your silence." It took Derek all of three seconds to make his mind up. He jumped off the wall, stretched out his hand, grinned and said, "Agreed!" We then devised a plan. I had eaten yesterday by mingling and no-one had paid a blind bit of attention. I would do the same today, avoiding the Norwich scouts. I would make myself scarce in the wood again until just after lights out. I would go to Derek's tent and let him know I was there, and he would let me in. What happened after that needed little planning. Derek thought about it and agreed that it would work. He turned to go. "What's your name?" "Peter." "See you after lights out, Peter, it'll be fun." And he was gone. "Blimey!" said Robin, "you're a quick thinker." I had to agree. "Here's a fiver for you," I said, "you shouldn't be left out." "You don't need to," he said, "you don't need to buy my silence. Where did you get all that money anyway? It's a fortune." "I know I don't, silly," I said, "but I'm not buying your silence, I'm giving you a present because I care about you. Call it a late birthday present. I sold my coin collection last week." Robin's eyes, like mine not long dried from tears of joy in the wood, started to mist again. "Oh, fuck it," he muttered, "you're so kind as well as being so sexy." I kissed his lips. "God, everyone'll see," he said. "There's no-one for miles," I assured him, "except Derek, and he's not going to mind too much. Now off you go and look desolate when they come back from swimming. I'll see you, and do much more, after lights out." Getting a meal was as simple as it had been yesterday. I didn't see any of the scouts with whom I'd shared a table before, and the new lot didn't seem to want to start a conversation. I saw Derek at the other side of the tent and he gave a brief wave. Good, I thought, he seems happy with the arrangement. I wandered around for a bit, enjoying the sight of so many boys in shorts, and eventually went back over the wall as it was getting dark. I had about an hour to wait. ******** At five past ten I was outside Derek's tent. I scratched on the door flap and it was immediately opened. "Come in, quick," whispered a voice. It was Robin. "Did anyone see you?" he asked. "No, there's no-one about," I replied. Derek said, "I've told the others about what we agreed this afternoon, and they're all OK with it." There was a chorus of 'yes, thanks for the money'. I looked around. Two boys were sitting beside Derek. "You're Mark and Paul?" "Yes, I'm Mark and he's Paul." Both were wearing only pyjama bottoms. I went to sit on Robin's bed. Sammy and Oliver were on their own beds. "Which of you is Sammy?" "Me." "Right, and you are Oliver?" "Yeah." Introductions being thus effected we could get down to business. Derek cleared his throat. "We've agreed that you should stay here tonight, but you'll have to be gone by 6." "That's OK," I said, "as I have to be in London tomorrow afternoon." "Oh, no!" from Robin. "Yes, I'm afraid so. But don't be sad about it - we've got all night, and after I've gone, well, there's the rest of the week. I'm sure you and Sammy and Oliver will keep each other amused." Robin wasn't particularly cheered up by this, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. The important thing was the next few hours. "What do you want to do?" I asked. Paul, who had seemed they most shy boy, stood up, removed his pyjamas (revealing a very hard, but very small, cock) and said," Derek likes fucking me, and I looove it!" So that was him settled. Mark stood up too and took off his pyjamas. His cock, also ready for action, was the size I would expect on a boy of his age. "I get fucked too," he said, "but we do other stuff too. You'll see." Sammy and Oliver looked at each other. Sammy spoke for both of them. "Robin's told us that you and he were fucking in the wood. He said you're a great fucker, and we'd like you to fuck us too. But we don't want to make Robin unhappy." Robin didn't know what to think. A bit of him would be jealous if I fucked other boys in front of him. On the other hand it might turn into a sexual free-for-all - a sort of teen gang-bang - and the thought of that was as stiffy-producing as the thought of jealousy was a downer. Poor Robin: I could see all this going through his mind. I decided to put my tuppence-worth in. "If I'm only going to be here for one night I'd like it to be special. Robin and I had the best fuck ever this afternoon. Derek's going to fuck Mark and Paul. From what Mark said he and Paul get up to something, maybe 69ing" (Paul nodded) "so that leaves Sammy and Oliver as well as Robin and me. Sammy says he and Oliver liked what Robin had told them, so they want me to fuck them, and I want to fuck Robin again. I don't know whether I can manage three more cums, but I'd love to try. If Derek, Mark and Paul keep each other happy over there, and we four stay over this side is that OK for everyone?" There were murmurs of agreement. By this time everyone was naked and Derek was cuddling his two. Oliver said that he'd never seen 69ing and was curious to know how it worked. "Show 'im, lads," said Derek, and the two of them went to Mark's bed where they got into position, Mark on top of the slightly chubby Paul. Oliver moved in to have a good look. "You mean you put your cocks in someone's mouth!" he exclaimed, to cries of 'Ssh!' from Derek and me. "That's gross!" I asked him why having a cock in your mouth was gross, but having one up your arse - which was what he wanted - wasn't. He confessed he hadn't thought about it, and when he saw Mark and Paul energetically sucking he decided it mightn't be such a bad idea after all. "I'd like someone to suck mine, but I'm not sure about doing the sucking," he said. Sammy pointed out that it didn't work that way. "You don't get suck if you won't suck back," he said, and pushed Oliver back onto his bed and applied his lips to Oliver's stiff cock. "Oh, Christ!" he said as Sammy licked and sucked for all he was worth. It wasn't skilled but it was certainly energetic, and Oliver was clearly going to be a convert. I looked at him, and his face alive with wonder, and said "If it's that good, Oliver, think how nice it would be to give that kind of pleasure to your friend by having his cock in your mouth." He nodded, "Yeah, come on Sammy, let's do this 60 thing." "69, dummy, like the numbers," said Sammy, happy to be Oliver's first cock. Two pairs were now busy at each other's cocks, and much slurping was going on. I wondered whether spunk would be allowed in mouths, and if so whether it would be swallowed or spat out. Derek, Robin and I were spectators at this point, although our hands were not idle. Robin and I were fondling each other and Derek was slowly stroking himself. His cock was by far the largest in the tent, and he enjoyed exhibiting it. Uncut, seven inches and hairy, with low-hanging balls. Paul was the first to cum and he thrust himself up into Mark's mouth. As they were used to this Mark was happy to go on sucking and tonguing and swallow whatever Paul produced (not a lot I would have imagined as judging from his little boy's cock he hadn't really started puberty yet, although this didn't seem to bother Mark), and after a few moments they both flipped over, still with their mouths on the other's cock. Although Paul had come he was still enthusiastically giving Mark's cock a good blow job, and soon it was Mark's turn to thrust up into Paul and shoot into his friend's eager mouth. Mark's body jerked three or four times, filling Paul's mouth. Paul didn't swallow, however, but opened his mouth and allowed Mark's hot juices to drop down onto his still hard purple cock. Mark then rubbed the sticky mess into his belly and balls. Robin could hardly believe what he had witnessed, and Oliver and Sammy, still busy with each other, looked over to see the final stages. They kept at it, but I didn't see how they finished because as soon as Mark had anointed himself with his cum Robin pulled me into a big smoochy kiss on his bed. Derek remarked to no-one in particular that 'those two seem to be in love', but no-one was paying any attention. Our kiss, tongues deeply engaged, continued while gasps and sighs came from Oliver's bed where spunk was being delivered and accepted. Soft cries of "oh!" suggested that the exchanges were mutual, and mutually satisfying, and this was confirmed by "Oh, God, that was the best ever, Sammy," from Oliver. So that's all right then, I thought. Much as I wanted to 69 with Robin I knew that if I allowed him to get his lips round my cock I would cum again, and that was make me useless for the fuckfest I seemed to have been contracted to deliver. Sammy, Oliver, Robin: in what order? Would I cum up each delightful arse? The delicious agony of choice! =============================================================================== 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