Date: Wed, 17 May 2017 18:36:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 41

Fourteen again by badboi666

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Chapter 41

Jack's train came in at last.  His face lit up, as I'm sure mine did, as we
saw each other.  "did you worry I'd not turn up?" we both said at the same
time.  A quick kiss was out of the question, alas, at least until we were
alone.  "I want to hear all about Bob and Steve," I said, "but not here.
Let's get on our way to Croydon."  I led him to the bus stop across Euston
Road.  It would take over an hour, but Barry didn't expect us until 12.  If
the top deck was quiet Jack would have the time and the privacy to tell me
everything.  "There's plenty to tell," he assured me.  We went upstairs on
the bus and sat as the back.  It was practically empty.  "Well?" I said,
"tell all."

They had got together two days after the party.  Bob had phoned and 20
minutes later Jack was in his bedroom.  All the householders in that part
of London were what they liked to call upper middle class - in other words,
rich.  Jack thought his parents were well off, judging by the things they
had, but "the twins'" parents were in a different league.  Bob and Steve
each had their own inter-connecting rooms in a wing of the house which had
a huge bathroom and another room with a television, sofas and tables.  Bob
explained that he and Steve practically lived in this wing, only seeing
their parents at meals.  It didn't seem odd to Jack, as his family was
pretty remote as well.  Steve said that they could probably murder someone
up there and no-one would know for weeks.  Remembering Polly and how she
seemed to be happy to go along with Jack's private life I asked Jack
whether Bob and Steve's parents had servants.

"I asked them that," he said, "because the rooms were too tidy for a pair
of boys.  It turns out that there is a 'man', as Steve put it, who 'looks
after' them.  I asked whether he knew what they got up to with each other.
Steve's exact words were 'Knew! He fucking taught us!' It turns out that
the 'man' is about 35 and he's been employed since the end of the War.  He
was with the twins' father and saved his life, or something - they were a
bit vague about the details - and Greg (that's his name) has some kind of
hold over the father.  Bob thinks his father is aware of what goes on, but
no-one's said anything, so they just keep on."

"What do they get up to?" I asked.  "They didn't go into much detail, but
Greg started messing about with them when they were very small - 6 or 7, I
think.  They had a nurse until then, but she went and Greg took over things
like baths.  As he's clearly into young boys it must have been a dream
ticket for him.  Steve is the randier of the two, as you noticed at the
party, maybe because he has two older guys lusting after him, and he told
me that Greg had first sucked his cock on his seventh birthday.  Steve had
loved it, because for several months before then his big brother had been
doing the same thing.  Greg did it better apparently.  Greg spun them a
great tale at bath-time about how their willies (as he called them then)
would get bigger as they got older, and he showed them his.  The boys were
intrigued and wanted to play with it.  One thing led to another and within
a few nights Steve had asked if he could suck Greg's willy.  Greg played it
cleverly by saying that he couldn't, but he'd be able to soon.  'Why not
now?' complained Steve.  'Because you're not ready' he was told.  Steve
wasn't pleased and Bob, as ever on his brother's side, asked Greg what
would have to happen to make Steve ready.  I expect you're ahead by now,"
said Jack.

"Oh, I think so," I said.  "The getting-ready would only happen when Greg
had planted a seed in Steve.  Am I right?"  "You got it," grinned Jack.
"Greg told Bob, and Steve basically said 'well, get on with it' without
having any idea about where the seed would be planted, and how much it
might hurt."  "What happened?"  "Steve isn't slow to demand what he wants,
and he pestered so much that the next night Greg buggered him good and
proper.  Steve howled, even though Bob said that Greg had gone gently.  Bob
thought that would be the end of it, but two nights later Steve asked Greg
to do it again.  That time it still hurt but not as much.  By the end of
the week Steve was being fucked - they used that word by then - every
night. He loved it so much that he persuaded Bob to let himself be done
too.  Bob wasn't keen, but after a couple of months he decided it was worth
the first few times of pain.  All that was about six years ago.  Things
have developed since then."

"I bet they have.  Is Greg still part of the family, as it were?"  "Oh
yes," Jack replied, "but he doesn't fuck them any more.  He was in a car
accident three years ago and was badly injured.  And by 'badly' I mean
really badly."  "Oh?"  "Yes.  As well as both legs being broken his balls
were crushed.  The poor sod had them and his cock cut off.  Now he has
nothing left to mess about with apart from his lips, but he uses them as
willingly and as often as he used to use his cock.  The result is that he
sucks off two randy boys who learnt everything they know about sex from
him, and he stays on as an employee and looks after them.  It's all very
weird, but they seem to like it."  "Who wouldn't, getting sucked off
whenever you want.  I assume Bob and Steve do all kinds of things with each
other?"  "Yes, pretty much everything you could think of."  "So what
happened when you saw them?"

"I was there for about five hours.  Two minutes after I got to Bob's
bedroom all three of us were naked and three hard cocks were ready for
action.  I can't remember the order but Bob and Steve had agreed beforehand
that they wouldn't do anything to each other unless I was doing something
to one of them.  Each of them sucked me off and I came in their mouths.
Later I sucked each of them and swallowed their cum - it's odd, they taste
quite different.  If you blindfolded me I couldn't tell from the feel of
the cock in my mouth who it was, but as soon as the spunk arrives it's
obvious which is which.  I got fucked by each of them, and - this is the
best bit almost - they taught me how to fist.  It took a while, but I
managed to do both of them.  The stink of sweat and cum was intense, and
the sheets got pretty messy, but Steve said that Greg was used to it, and
would probably take the sheets to bed with him and sniff them all night.
After we'd finished Bob and Steve took me into their bathroom - it's about
the size of our sitting room at home - and we had a wallow in a bath like
the communal one at our school.  I reckon we could have got 6 kids in
there.  Well, you can guess what happened.  Multiple pissing all over each
other, and that meant more hard cocks, and that meant - even though each of
us had cum three times in about three hours - a multiple wank-in with each
of us wanking the boy on our right and sticking fingers up the one on the
left.  Fucking marvellous!  When we got out, whacked but happy, we dressed
and went back to the boys' sitting room.  When we got there one of the
tables had been laid for a restoring snack - biscuits, squash, crisps - and
a man, Greg obviously, was there.  'All done, boys?' he said.  Steve told
Greg that I was Jack and that he was sure I'd like to get to know him
properly.  As it happens I liked the look of Greg, and from what I'd heard
I felt sorry for him - I mean, no cock! how does he cope for pissing, never
mind sex - but this seemed a bit much.  Greg said that I was perhaps a
little tired after my playing, but that he would return in half an hour
when I might feel more 'receptive', as he put it, and he went out.  'Is he
offering to suck me off?' I asked Bob.  'You bet, and he's fucking great.
Don't turn him down' he replied.  Steve added 'we've been sucked off by
loads of guys and he's the best.  It's because he can't do anything else, I
think.  Anyway, you'll see' I knew then that there was no way I was going
to pass an opportunity to get my cock sucked by a man for the first time.
Anyway, Greg came back and he did suck me off.  It was like stars exploding
when I came - he sucked so hard I thought my cock would come off.  It was
the fifth cum in five hours and I swear I pumped two squirts into him.
They practically had to carry me downstairs."

"Have you been back?"  "Oh yes, I was there on Sunday as well.  But not for
as long - just three cums," he grinned.  "But I haven't cum since about
four o'clock on Sunday afternoon - that's nearly 43 hours.  So my balls
will be nice and full for some fun at Barry's.  Tell me about him."

I explained briefly about Barry predilection for being tied up and that he
liked rôle play and being fisted.  "I don't know how he'll want to
do this," I said, "but I know he's really keen to get together with us, and
we'll see how things go.2 I had my backpack with the lube and the toys, and
I opened it on my knee to show Jack.  "Great!" he said, "those look
exciting.  He looked round to make sure we were still alone upstairs on the
bus and that the conductor wasn't coming up.  "Look," he said, and undid
his fly buttons, opening his trousers.  He was wearing the red posing pouch
I had given him for his birthday.  I leant over and gave him a kiss.
"Thank you," I said, "I hope it's nice to wear."  "I haven't worn it
before," he said, "I've been keeping it for you."  I reached over and felt
him.  His cock was soft, but warm and exciting to my touch.  The silky
texture of the pouch meant that my touch transmitted itself erotically to
him, and before my eyes his cock stretched, half-filling with blood as his
brain half-filled with anticipation.  "Down, Tiger," I murmured, "later."

We arrived at Barry's bus stop where I saw him sporting a huge grin.  Was
that a tent in his trousers?  I introduced them and Barry hugged us both.
"I've been jumping up and down all morning," he said, "in case you didn't
come."  "Well Jack hasn't for 43 hours, he was telling me, and I haven't
for it seems like years."  I was glad I'd sucked and swallowed so much cum
in the last 24 hours without cumming myself.  All the more to be spilt at
Barry's.

When we got to Barry's house just after midday he took us straight up to
his room.  "Mum gets home around 5," he said, "but it's sensible if we're
respectable by 4 in case she's early.  And we'll need time to sort things
out too."  He turned to Jack and asked "has Peter told you what I like?"
Jack very sensibly said that I had given him a quick idea, but that he'd
much rather hear it from Barry himself.  "OK," said Barry.  "I like to
pretend I'm a slave and have to do everything I'm told.  If I'm naughty I
like being punished - smacked, quite hard if you like - and tied up so I'm
helpless while you do terrible things to me."  "I think I can cope with
that," said Jack.  I explained about 'spaghetti' and that, because this was
the first time Jack had been using Barry as his slave, Barry would be
allowed - encouraged, I said to him - to speak and to say what he wanted.
If these two got it on, I thought, they would soon enough sort out what
each wanted, and the slave's silent humility might be an important part of
that.  But not today.  Today I wanted to hear Barry begging for whatever it
was his balls wanted.

Both boys agreed to this.  "Right, Barry, you're Slave from now, and I'm
Master One.  This boy I've brought with me to witness your humiliation is
Master Two.  You will do everything either Master One or Master Two says.
You will tell Master One and Master Two anything you wish to undergo, but
this privilege will not always be granted to you.  You have been given a
magic word to utter if you wish to step out of your slave rôle.  Do
you understand?"  "Yes, Master."  "What, Slave?"  "Yes, Master One."
"That's better, Slave.  Now undress Master Two."  I told Jack to stand
still and allow Barry to strip him; much sexier that way, and I wanted to
watch.  By the time Barry had removed Jack's shoes, socks and shirt I could
see that Jack was hard.  "Stop there, Slave, and strip yourself now.
Quickly!"  A naked, and delightfully erect, Barry soon stood before us.
"Now strip Master One, Slave."

Three minutes later Barry had removed all my clothes and I stood naked like
him.  Jack still had his trousers on, and I stepped forward to ease them
down, revealing him in his red posing pouch, his cock putting the silk
under considerable strain.  "Slave, observe how Master Two's garment is
damp.  Lick off the wetness before you remove it from him."  Barry got down
on his knees and the fun started.

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<End of Chapter 41>

And there, I'm afraid, we're going to leave things for a few days.  I'm
going to be away from my PC (no, I'm not out fucking boys, alas) so Chapter
42 won't be posted for several days.  Keep you eyes peeled guys and, if
you're fortunate enough to have them, your foreskins.

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Many of you have commented - thanks, guys - but there's still nearly 2
weeks of my "life" to go and although I have plenty of things up my sleeve
(a visit to the two guys in Soho being one of them) there's always room for
more.  Someone suggested bikers, and that might play well.

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