Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2017 11:21:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 48 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 48 Bob got onto his back and put his legs over Dan's shoulders in the time-honoured position. I lubed Dan's cock (we would need more lube soon) and Dan smeared some from his cock onto Bob's arse. "They seem happy enough," I said to Steve, "how about I get something up your arse while they're at it?" "Only if it's joined onto you," he grinned, "and has nice things to tweak my magic switch." Soon both pairs were hard at it. Positioned as I was at Steve's arse I had a front row seat for the spectacle of Dan feeding his 8 inches into Bob. They both thoroughly enjoyed it - grunts and cries of "mmph" were evidence enough. I wondered how long Dan could keep going - would he wilt after he came? How long would he need before fucking Steve? All would be revealed, I hoped. I have to confess that the sight of Dan fucking Bob was strange. With his cock buried deep (very deep!) inside the 14-year-old Dan's body looked completely out of place. I knew that Bob would be feeling internal sensations he hadn't felt very often. My forearm had been in that far - further, probably, but no cock, except Dan's, had been that far up into Bob's guts. If they kept the relationship going, and I was in no doubt that they would (they all had so much to gain from doing so), then in a year or two Bob would experience the sensation of hot spunk coating the deepest recess of his body. Lucky him! While I was thinking all this, and watching the bizarre spectacle, my fingers on autopilot were bringing Steve to the edge of another cum. "Nearly there," he groaned, and seconds later his cock poured out a fine helping of 13-year-old spunk onto his belly. "Mine," I said, and soon had it in my mouth. "Share," said Steve, and seconds later we were in a sweaty smooch, our bodies clasped together and each tongue bathing the other with Steve's juicy cum. "Feel like getting fucked soon?" I asked him. "You bet, Peter, as soon as he's finished with Bob. " Dan was still furiously fucking Bob, and quite suddenly threw his head back and cried, "Here it comes!" No sooner had he finished his dry cum than he pulled out of Bob's arse. Steve and I craned our necks to look at the damage, but apart from being wide open and red it looked fine. I reckon you could have popped a good-sized plum into his arsehole without touching the sides, but I knew that in ten minutes or so it would have returned to normal. "How long will it take for you to get hard again so you can fuck Steve?" I asked Dan. "Don't know, 20 minutes maybe. It depends what you do to get it going." I resolved to be helpful with this. So far today Steve had come twice - once in my mouth and once on his belly while I was fingering him. Bob had come twice, straight into Steve's mouth and again into mine. I had come twice, once up Steve's arse and once in Bob's mouth. Dan had come twice, I wondered where my next come ought to be: no contest - it had to be Dan, but where? I'd sucked his cock, fingered him and fucked him. Suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted. It would have to wait a bit though. In 20 minutes Dan would fuck Steve. I had 20 minutes to try to show him some technique. "Look, Dan," I said, "when you fuck someone there's more to it than just jamming it in and banging away for all you're worth. That's nice sometimes, and with a big cock you'll give a lot of guys a lot of pleasure if that's all you do. But you remember the magic switch?" Dan nodded. "Well, if my fingers found yours, and you're only 10 ½, think what your cock would find up a guy's arse when the prostate - that's what it's called - is fully grown. If you go fast the prostate won't feel the sensation, but if you get the head of your cock to rub slowly as it goes in and out over the prostate you'll have your guy climbing the wall, I promise you. Go a whole lot slower and it'll be a whole lot better. Speed up when you feel yourself nearly coming, or when he's begging you to go faster. Until then slow and steady is the answer. When you fuck Steve try it that way." Dan thought about this. "OK," he said, "you're the expert." Too right, I thought. "Time to get you ready," I said. I rolled onto my back and got into 69 position with him. As he was a good 5 inches shorter than I was we made a good fit, and I was soon getting a hard boy in my mouth. "Bob, give his arse a rimming," I said. "Aye aye, sir." After five minutes Dan's arse was soaking with Bob's licking and sucking, and his cock was producing a little pre-cum. "Get your arse ready for invasion," Steve. "In case you hadn't noticed, it's been not just ready but fucking gagging for it for half an hour. I want that thing up me, and I want it now." Never one to mince words is Steve. Dan protested, "It's not 'that thing', it's the biggest cock you're likely to get for a long time, Steve, now beg for it!" I liked Dan's style ... might he and Barry make an interesting couple? No, Peter, stop it. "Please Dan, please please rape me; I need it so badly," whimpered Steve. "Slow and steady, remember," I whispered in Dan's ear. I wanted to see this at close quarters. Steve knelt on all fours and Dan teased Steve's arse with his fingers. (Good, I thought.) Then he pulled back his foreskin revealing a purple moist glans which he rubbed back and forward over Steve's arse lips. They were opening and closing begging the invader to enter. (Even better, I thought, this boy's using his imagination all right.) Then, at last, Dan inched his mighty cock into Steve. Inch by inch it went in, taking almost half a minute to be fully embedded. All 8 inches had disappeared up Steve whose blissful smile told all. "Oh fuck, that's good. I just want you up me all night, Dan." "Go on," I whispered to Dan, "you're brilliant." I reached behind him and softly stroked his balls, still tight up against his body. Could they be producing anything yet? Bob knew his brother, and had moved so that his cock was in front of Steve's mouth. As Dan started a long slow rhythm (he was a good pupil!) Bob mirrored his movement so that Steve experienced two cocks entering him and two cocks withdrawing at the same time. "This is heaven," he sighed, "why do we have to grow up if fucking's so good when you're 13?" A penetrating question indeed, and one which, from the vantage point of my late 80s, I couldn't answer. After all, my failure to deal with it was why I was here. Dan went on with his long slow deep thrusts; Bob fucked Steve's mouth; I went on stroking Dan's balls and I put a lubed finger up inside him. He shuddered and groaned "Oh yes, Peter, more." This could be tricky, but I would give it a try. I quickly lubed up my left hand and held my fingers up against his hole when he was next fully inside Steve. As he pulled back he pulled himself onto my fingers, eliciting a gasp. "Oh wow!" Success! There was now a clear run to the finishing line. Who would come first? A great deal of groaning and yessing ensued, and after some minutes Bob was the first, unleashing his second cum of the day (unless there had been any before I arrived this morning) straight into his younger brother's mouth. That was twice he'd cum that way - obviously they both liked it like that. Steve swallowed. With my right hand I reached round and started to wank his cock, hard as steel. "Go on," he muttered, "do me hard, whoever you are." "Peter," I said, "happy to oblige," but before I'd finished speaking he had started to empty his balls onto my hand and onto the bed. I caught most of it. Steve's orgasm had the effect of clenching his abdominal muscles, with the inevitable result that the tightening in his rectum was enough to bring Dan off inside him. Much crying out occurred. "Pull out, Dan, and lie on your back," I said, "quick." He obeyed and I knelt by his head. "Watch, you two," I said. Bob and Steve could probably work out what was about to happen. I had a hand full of Steve's still warm cum and I applied it to my cock. My erotic desires had been built up during the morning session with Bob and Steve, and the whole Dan thing has raised my balls to a level of let's-cum-good-and-hard-ness which they hadn't had for ... several hours. So when I wanked myself - hard, quick, urgent - it took only 40 seconds for Dan's pretty freckled face to get drenched with my pent-up spunk. "Wow!" breathed Bob, "that's wild." Steve's reaction was to bend down and lick as much as he could off. Dan protested, "Want some," he said, and opened his mouth and put his tongue out. My spunk was shared, to the satisfaction of all. Both Bob and Steve had swallowed cum in the last week or two, but Steve was much keener than Bob seemed to be. Tomorrow's fun looked likely to be even more exciting! Once Dan's face was clean we had the rest of our bodies to deal with. We trooped into the bathroom. "Is Dan going to like what happens next?" I asked. "What's that?" he asked. "You'll see," said Steve with a wicked grin, "come on, you two, let's show him." Bob and I climbed in and laid ourselves down. Steve positioned himself at our feet and started to piss, aiming at our over-used cocks. "Stop!" cried Dan, "leave room for me!" Oh good, I thought. In he climbed and squeezed himself between Bob and me. "Right, Steve," he said, "you can start again now." You know what happened next - I've described it often enough before. Soon all four of us were drenched and we moved into the shower to clean up properly. As we dried ourselves and got dressed I left Bob to arrange with Dan when they would get together again - Friday, I guessed, as tomorrow was already fixed up with Bob and Jack getting up to no good, and Steve entertaining me to a messy episode. It was now after 4 and Dan would have to be home soon. It turned out that he lived near the opposite end of the park, so he had a 30-minute walk. "Will they mind your being out so long?" asked Bob, who seemed to be emotionally closer to Dan than Steve did. "No, I'm out in the park most days. So long as I'm back for tea at 5 o'clock no-one's bothered." I remembered being 10 in that part of London myself. My 'territory' stretched for about 4 miles in most directions, and I cycled fearlessly about. The one area I didn't go to was where we thought 'rough' kids lived. Our fear was not that we'd get beaten up but that our bikes might get stolen. Nowadays (in 2017, or 2035 or whenever 'now' is) kids seem to be forbidden from venturing more than 100 yards from home. This is doubtless because of frightful perverts (like me) who might seduce them. My experience was that it was the boys who did the seducing, having worked out which of the men (or older boys) would be likely to welcome an approach. But back in 1957 Dan was, like me, free to roam at will in the holidays. Feeding time determined his boundaries, not physical distance. Bob walked with Dan as far as the middle of the park, and when they were sure nobody could see they exchanged a brief kiss. "See you on Friday," said Bob. "Yeah, I'll be here at the swings after about 10. It'll be good!" said Dan, who ran off to his tea and his unsuspecting parents. It was amusing to consider that in this month of August 1957 he was likely to have sex more often than his parents had in six months. I liked Dan - his cock, of course, was pretty special, but his quirky manner was attractive. That, combined with his freckles, his grin and, when a new conquest got him naked, his cock, would ensure hundreds of happy hours for Dan. I didn't expect I'd be seeing him again. While Bob was out with Dan Steve and I made plans for tomorrow. "From what you said earlier about Bob not wanting to play dirty with you, I'm guessing you've never done anything with other boys," I said. "No, worse luck," he said. "Well, tomorrow will be different, I promise you. Don't eat any meat between now and then, and eat a lot of fruit and vegetables if you can." "OK. That makes a difference, does it?" "Yes, but I'll tell you more about that tomorrow. What time should I get here?" "What d'you mean? I assumed you'd be staying here with us tonight." "Are you sure? Won't your parents mind?" "No, they won't even know. I told you, we're practically isolated up here. Greg will know, in fact he probably knows already " (Steve looked meaningfully at the hidden cameras, which I'd forgotten about) "so that won't matter. Anyway, I think the olds are away tonight." The matter of my overnight accommodation being thus settled I relaxed. I'd had so much sex today, much of it very intense, that a quiet evening was an attractive prospect. "Can we lay off the sex tonight - I'm whacked - and keep ourselves pure for tomorrow?" Steve grinned. "Yeah, makes sense. I want loads of cum tomorrow so if we give our balls a rest they might perform properly tomorrow. Tell you what - let's the three of us go out to the pictures. Greg'll drive us. When Bob gets back we'll tell him." I wanted to quiz Steve more about Bob and Dan, but Bob returned before I had got round to raising the subject. Maybe tomorrow if I remembered. Bob thought the pictures a great idea, so he went to ask Greg to drive us. I had no idea what was on locally - in those days there were 3 cinemas within about 2 miles (none now, of course) - but 14-year-olds aren't that fussy, and with luck I'd be ... no, Peter, you agreed, not tonight. In the end it was a good evening. Greg took us out in the car, first to a Wimpy Bar, then to the local ABC where we sat enthralled watching Giant. James Dean was pretty special to teenage boys then (still is, I guess, those smouldering good looks!). I remember slouching about in what I thought was cool the first time I was 14. Not something I intended to repeat. And so, as Mr Pepys says, to bed. There was a brief discussion about whose bed I would share, Bob not having been privy to our earlier no-sex agreement. The outcome was that all three of us would sleep in Bob's bed (it being slightly larger) on the understanding that cuddling was OK but orgasms were off limits. "You'll be glad tomorrow, Bob, when Jack makes demands on your young body," I said, "trust me, he very sexy boy." ============================================================================== 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