Date: Mon, 15 May 2017 16:54:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 40 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 40 There was no-one else inside apart from Tony. He put his fingers to his lips and mouthed "follow me. Ssh!" We climbed several flights of stairs and ended up on the top floor where a corridor ran along with doors on either side. These must be the live-in staff quarters, I decided. Tony opened one of the doors and there was Luigi. "Hi, Randy," he said, "good to see you again. Am I forgiven?" "Of course you are, or I wouldn't be here." The room contained two single beds and a small dressing table as well as a built-in wardrobe. "How come they bunk you up together?" I asked, "don't they suspect?" "Tony isn't officially sleeping here," said Luigi, "they put another guy in here. Neither of us fancied the other so I pay him £2 a week to sleep in the room Tony is supposed to sleep in. One day he'll find a boy-friend and I'll be able to stop paying him." "Doesn't the management bother?" "No, half of them are queer too, and if they don't see anything they're not going to look. It suits everybody, especially my little bambino here," and he drew Tony close for a kiss. The boy looked up with devoted eyes. "It sounds very cosy," I said and sat on one of the beds. "Last time you fucked me, Luigi, and while you were up inside me it was a great fuck. Your enormous cock stretched my arse and I loved what you were doing. I'd really like it if you fucked me again, only without the stuff afterwards." "Yes, that won't happen again," he said, "I told Tony what had happened and he was very angry with me." "Good," I said, "then the fuck will be all the nicer. Cy spit-roasted you the other night, and I'd like it if Tony had his cock fucking my mouth while you were fucking my arse." Tony's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that'll be good, Randy. You were great when we 69ed." Thus it was agreed that I would endure a double penetration. I hoped I would be able to avoid cumming as my balls would be under a lot of pressure tomorrow at Barry's. "Let's get on with it then," said Luigi, still lacking the finesse of a truly considerate lover, and we all stripped. The sight of Luigi's monster was still startling, but the heat I knew it would generate when he deployed it was, how shall I put it, mouth-watering. I confess that naked Tony was much more my cup of tea. His hairless pubes and his nice cut cock were far more erotic than a monster rising from a very hairy bush. Obviously Tony was happy to get down and dirty in Luigi's forest - as I probably would be doing soon - but I prefer them young and smooth. I stroked the soft flesh above Tony's erect cock - I could feel it was shaved! "Do you shave it, or does Luigi?" I whispered. "Oh, I do it," he said, "he likes me to look as though I'm only 12." A man after my own heart, Luigi. Luigi meanwhile had armed himself with lube and was applying it to his hand and my arse. "Kneel down, Randy, so we can both get at you." In he went as before, hard and deep. He had lubed me up a bit, but much less than I would have done. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable for a few moments before the deep glow of inner warmth that a cock of that size in a 14-year-old's arse produces. "Just hold it there, Luigi, as far in as you can. Let me enjoy the heat of it." Luigi reached round to feel my cock, still fairly soft. I moved his hand away. "Not now," I muttered, "this is about you." Tony was now kneeling facing Luigi, his beautiful smooth belly inches from my eyes. I opened my mouth and put out my tongue. He laid his cock on my tongue with the professional skill of a waiter placing a piece of fillet steak on a diner's plate. I closed my lips and savoured the musky taste. There must be a connection in my brain between my nose and my cock, because as soon as I got the flavour of him I was as stiff as he was. Before, when we'd 69ed and he came in my mouth it was first thing in the morning and his spunk had tasted really sweet (a bit like him really). I wondered whether the same balls would produce the same flavour at the end of a busy day: I would soon find out - although not too soon, I hoped. That would be up to me to some extent. All these thoughts passed through my mind while Luigi kept his cock deep inside me, not moving. "OK," I said, "fuck me, Luigi. Fuck me hard and deep. Make that monster cock of yours spray my insides with good Italian cum. Go for it!" That should get him going, I decided. He needed no further encouragement. I don't suppose there are that many 14-year-olds who would enjoy the relentless pounding that I was getting. (Oh, come off it, Peter, there must be thousands of them, said a little voice. Was the fairy listening to my thoughts?) It wasn't skilful in the way that I liked doing it, but it certainly had its effect. It was a bit like being shouted at, rather than reasoned with - after a while you were just overwhelmed with the sheer force and persistence of it. It was certainly different from any of the other fucks I'd had (apart from Luigi's first time), and I wouldn't wish to be fucked that way very often, but as an occasional experience it had its attraction. It was the sheer size of Luigi's cock which was exciting: his technique was abysmal. But if you had something that size perhaps you never needed to learn subtlety. The heat build-up in my guts was enormous. Every time he rammed the thing in I seemed to heat up another ten degrees. Each time he pulled back my lips followed him and they must have been smoking. At last he speeded up and I knew that the fireworks were about to start. Tony had not been idle at the other end. He held my head in his hands and stroked my hair and face as I concentrated on giving him the best blow job I could. Last time we'd 69ed and while that's a great way to cum it's not the best way as each guy is thinking about how to give pleasure to the other cock, when all he really wants to do is wallow in the pleasure that his own cock is giving him. This time Tony's brain (which, from the look on his face, was about to cause steam to come from his ears) was thinking only about the billions of nerve endings in his cock and the billions of nerve endings in his balls and the fact that those nerve endings were sending an urgent message for him to URGENT! URGENT! NOW! deliver into my moist mouth and onto my waiting tongue a day's pent-up 15-year-old's hot spunk. Five spurts. And rolling the full mouthful round I was pleased to find that it was just as sweet as the morning one had been. "Don't swallow!" he said, and lifted my head for a kiss and the inevitable sharing of his goodness. While our lips were clasped together and our tongues were dancing their spunky dance Luigi finally got there, forcing himself in even further and almost knocking me into Tony's arms. I lost count of Luigi's shots as my brain was at the Tony end of me, but he certainly filled me up. "Gosh, Luigi," I said quietly, "that was some fuck. If you ask me nicely I'll clean all that sticky stuff off your cock," and I grinned. "Sure, Randy, I'd like that very much," he said. I turned round so that I had the wilting monster in front of me. If I closed my eyes I wouldn't have to see all that hair. Oh, the sacrifices one has to make! With closed eyes (which Luigi could interpret as implying I was overjoyed at what I was doing) I started to lick The Monster clean. After a few seconds I found I really was enjoying it - his cum and my juices made a very erotic cocktail, and since there was a great deal of both fluids I was there, impaled on his tasty cock, for three or four minutes. Shortly after I had started the process of returning Luigi's used penis to a reasonable imitation of a clean one I was delighted to feel a tongue gently lapping at my arse. "Mmm! that's nice," I said encouragingly - I wanted a lot more of Tony down there than just the tip of his tongue. He took the hint and two hands gently separated my buttocks. "Fuck, you're red!" said Tony. "I'm not surprised," I replied, "but a little attention from you will make it all better." Nurse Tony was very good at soothing ravaged arseholes, I discovered. Tongue, lips all played a part. His reward was presumably much the same as I was getting - a heady mixture of Luigi's spunk and my arse juices. All three of us were happy. And I hadn't cum! When I had got Luigi as clean as I could I stood up. "That was fantastic," I said. "Yeah," he said, and Tony murmured "bloody brilliant." "I guess you two sleep together?" Luigi nodded. "Well, I have one last favour. Can I sleep with Tony tonight?" I don't think Luigi was best pleased, but when Tony turned to him and said "Oh, Lu, can he? It's just for one night," there wasn't going to be much argument. "Very well, Randy, I wouldn't agree for anyone but you," he grinned. Luigi got into his own bed and said good-night. "We get up at 6," he said, "and you'll need to be dressed and ready to go ten minutes before then. I'll set my alarm for 5.40. For God's sake don't oversleep." "I won't, I promise," I said and climbed into the other bed. Tony switched off the light and got in beside me. We embraced. He was exhausted by his orgasm and was content to hold and be held. I kissed the hollow of his neck. "I loved the taste of your spunk," I whispered, "it's really sweet and sexy. I envy that fucker over there having you as his boy-friend." "Yes," he whispered back, "he's the best." Different strokes for different folks, I guess. We fell asleep. Next morning the alarm exploded at 5.40. I was dressed, still unshowered and a bit raunchy, by 5.45 and Tony led me back down to the street. By 5.50 I was back in Upper John Street. I gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks, Tony. Be happy." He went back inside to Luigi, the day's work, and the rest of his life. I decided I would walk to Kings Cross as it was a beautiful morning. By 8 I was in a greasy spoon in Pentonville Road with a plate of fat-rich bacon, sausages and fried eggs in front of me and a pot of tea stewing nicely. At least the smell from the kitchen would mask any odours coming off me. My backpack was beside me, with a bottle of gin, two butt plugs, two cock rings and enough lube to do for weeks. I had a couple of things to buy before I met Jack at 10. After my calorie-rich meal was finished, together with three cups of tea, I went to find what I needed. Within 20 minutes I was in Kings Cross waiting for Jack's train to arrive from Winchmore Hill.. My backpack now contained two bottles of tonic and a lemon. =============================================================================== 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