Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2017 09:39:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 49 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 49 Regular readers will want to know that I spent a chaste night (yes, we managed to keep our hands off each other) with Bob and Steve. This morning Bob will go off after breakfast to a day's activities with Jack. Whatever they get up to won't involve shit. Steve and I, however, will stay in their suite to explore this arcane area. Delicate eyes (never mind noses) will not be offended by reading the description of what we will get up to here, but those of you who are brave and broad-minded will find today's adventure related in the Urination section entitled "Scat games with Steve". ***** A quick second shower and less than an hour after our enormous cums we were just two schoolboys wondering about some biscuits. Steve led me down to the kitchen and got biscuits and juice (how I wanted a gin and tonic right then!) and we were settling down to it when Greg walked in. The only way to do this, I thought, was straightforwardly. "Hello, Greg," I said, " I have a proposition to put to you." His eyes narrowed - was he worried I was going to bust him, or was he contemplating threatening me? Oh well, carry on, Peter. "Steve's shown me the toys in his drawer and I'm envious that he and Bob have someone who'll buy that kind of stuff for them - I wish I had a grown-up friend like that. I've been talking to Steve and there's a piece of kit we'd like you to buy - don't worry, I'll pay for it - but it isn't something a kid can buy, just like the toys you've bought for them." "What is this thing then?" "A sling. One that can be stowed away and erected quickly, one in a frame - I'm sure you've seen them while you were shopping. I reckon you ought to get one for under £40, and here's the money." Greg's eyes widened. "Are you real, Peter? This is a fortune for a kid." "Oh, I'm real all right - magic, as I told Steve - and the money's real, and so is Steve's desire for you to buy him a sling. Think of all the fun the three of you can have with a sling, Greg. Think you much better the fisting access will be, Greg. Think how you'll be able to get your lips ..." "Enough, Peter," snapped Greg, "I don't know how much Steve has been telling you ..." "Oh, everything, Greg," Steve said, "don't worry, he's on our side all right. Just be a nice guy and buy me a sling, OK?" And he gave Greg a sweet smile, full of childish innocence, but underneath was lightly-concealed lust. It took Greg all of ten seconds to make up his mind. "OK. I'll go into town tomorrow. If there's one in stock I'll bring it back, but it'll probably take a few days if they have to get one specially." "Thanks, Greg," I said, "you won't regret it - nor will any of us." There was something about Greg I didn't like - actually there was a great deal about him I didn't like, and while I was happy for him to go shopping on my behalf I didn't want to spend another night being secretly filmed by him. Sex with Bob, and especially Steve, had been great, but I needed a change. I liked playing the wiser older lover with these kids (10 ½, 13 and 14), but I wanted a change: I wanted to be the innocent young boy seduced - raped, possibly, if the rapist were someone of my choosing - by an adult. Where would I find such an opportunity on a Friday in August? I wondered about visiting Marcel and Yves - they were certainly adult enough - but anything with them would be entirely consensual. That would be nice, and I certainly planned to visit them before the end of the month, but a Friday night wasn't going to be a time to find them at home, given their job. Whatever company I found I would have to phone Robin on Sunday after he got home from his week's scout camp. There would be much to learn, I was sure. Robin lived in Norwich - maybe I should think of ... a light came on! I knew what I was looking for, but where would I find them? I turned to Steve. "Look, I think it would be best if I left before Bob gets back. He won't want to hear about what you and I have been doing today - that's obvious. We know, and we'll do it again some time next week when Greg's got the sling - I promise. Bob'll want to tell you about what he got up to with Jack and I'd rather be somewhere else. Don't worry, I'm just being weird as usual. Give me your phone number and I'll phone you in a few days. Trust me, OK?" It was all a bit sudden. I wrote down Steve's phone number and together we went to the front door. He gave me a hug. "I really hope you come back, Peter. I loved what we did, and I loved the stuff we did with Bob too. He'll miss you nearly as much as I will." "Don't be daft," I said, "I'm only going to be away for a few days. Maybe you could avoid eating meat till then, eh?" His face brightened. "Yeah, good idea!" and I was out of the door and gone. Thankfully I didn't bump into Bob returning from a day's boisterousness with Jack. I planned to see Jack on my own before I came back to Steve and the sling. It was getting on for 5 o'clock. I wanted to be at a pub on the North Circular Road where the A11 leaves it in Woodford. I was fairly sure I would find what I was looking for there. ***** By half past six I was South Woodford tube station and about half a mile from where I wanted to be. I found a little cafe and bought myself a nice unhealthy fry-up. By seven I could see a likely-looking pub. I wanted one with a big car park, and I knew that at a busy junction like this there was bound to be one. I wandered closer ... yes! I was in luck. I hoped they wouldn't be too long in there drinking. I sat down with my back against a wall to wait. Lots of highly-polished motor bikes were in front of me. Guys who cared that much about their bikes wouldn't drink more than was sensible - the bike might be damaged if they came off. Still, it was a risk. It was three quarters of an hour before they came out of the pub. There were about 15 of them, all male, varying in age from about 18 or so right up to 60 or more. I got up quickly and leant against the wall, one leg bent at the knee with that foot propped against the wall - classic rent boy pose. I couldn't decide whether to affect a James Dean moody face, or a kiss-me-quick cheeky one, but I decided on balance that lean and moody would probably serve me better. The first four riders strode past, ignoring me. The next, a thick-set man of about 40, paused and looked closely. "Come 'ere, Bill, and see what I've found." Another man, Bill presumably, ambled over. He was a bit younger and not so solid. "Well, well," said Bill, "and what are you doing here then?" In for a penny, in for a pound, Peter. "Looking for some men in leathers to have some fun with." "I thought so," said the first bloke, "'ow old are you then?" "14, but I'm no beginner." Bill turned to his friend, "shall we take him, Nick?" Nick wasn't too sure. "What'll the other two say?" "How the fuck should I know, but what I do know is that if we arrive with jail-bait here they'll fall over themselves to get their hands on him. And not just their hands." This sounded promising - four of them willing at least to bring a 14-year-old along with the expectation that at least three of them would find my young body irresistible. What better way to spend a weekend? Time for me to put my tuppence in. "If you let me go with you I promise you won't be pissed off. Nor will I be, though I don't mind being pissed on." "Oh, God, a wit," groaned Bill, "OK, kid, hop on behind me - and no monkey business on the road." "No sir," I said meekly, "there won't be any monkey business till we get there. Where is 'there' anyway?" Bill seemed unwilling to divulge this information. "Oh, come on, I've got to be able to get back again after - where are we going?" "Tell him, Bill," said Nick, "that's only fair to the kid. We can't just dump 'im when we're done with 'im." Bill paused, then said, "OK. We're a group going to meet up with another group of bikers from the Midlands. We meet at a farm north of Ely. Know where that is?" "Yeah, I'm not stupid. That'll take a couple of hours." "Not at the speed we go at, kid - what's your name anyway?" "Peter." "Right, Peter," said Bill, "hop on." This was before crash helmets were compulsory, so with my backpack secured I got on behind Bill and held him tight while he turned out of the car park and headed up the A11. 57 minutes later we were turning into a farm. We had travelled in a fast-moving convoy - utterly thrilling - and met up with the other lot for the last couple of miles. We arrived in a great thunder of exhausts. I knew absolutely nothing about motor bikes, so (to my shame) I can't tell you what machines were there, but they were all in beautiful condition - much better turned out that their riders. Bill came to a halt. "Off you get, Peter, we're here. Wait by my bike." He went off to find Nick, who was talking to the two riders from another bike. They looked over to where I was standing. Were these 'the other two'? Presumably. I would soon find out. Bill came back and beckoned me to follow him. "This," he said when he joined the other three, "is Peter. He's 14 and he says he wants to have fun with men in leathers. When he said that I immediately thought of you two, and he's yours - but on one condition, no, two conditions." I looked at the two men who would be invited to agree to these terms. It was hard to be sure, but both looked a good bit under 30, both were very fit-looking, and they were identical twins. I liked the look of them. They were the kind of guy I'd hoped to meet when the fairy appeared. One answered Bill. "He looks good, Bill, but what are your conditions?" "Ace, the first is that I get to play with you as well. Nick isn't all that keen, so it'll just be us three and Peter." "And the second?" "That is that the kid comes to no harm and we take him back where he wants to go when we've finished with him." Ace turned to his brother. "Do we agree?" His brother nodded, "Oh yes, we agree all right. He's far too cute to miss" And it was settled. Bill and Ace and his brother and I would party together. Nick grunted. "Fucking perverts," he said, but he was grinning. He went off to do whatever he planned with other members of the group. I didn't see him again. Ace and his brother strode off towards an outbuilding, and Bill and I followed a short way behind. "What's Ace's brother called?" I asked. "Can't you guess? They're twins." When I didn't answer he said, "It's quite simple. As you've worked out, you've landed among a group of queers - just what you wanted, eh?" (I nodded) "and the twins are queens - queers - so Ace and King are their names. No-one knows their real names, not in our group anyway." "Nice," I said, "I suppose Ace is 10 minutes older then." "Hey, Peter," said Bill, "you're bright as well as cute. He's a couple of inches bigger too, and King's no midget. You'll have your work cut out." Had I thought in time I would have simpered fetchingly, but the moment passed. When we got to the outbuilding I was surprised to find it filled with mattresses. "This is where it's happening," said Ace, "let's get to know you. We'll call you Jack." (Now I knew about the queens I could work this out all by myself.) King leant over to me, "I'm King, by the way. My brother didn't introduce us properly." "Nice to meet you, King," I said, "I hope to know you all a whole lot better by tomorrow." Ace led the four of us to a mattress in a corner. "Just so you know the layout, Jack," he said, "this corner is for queers. Over there" (he pointed to the opposite corner) "is straight guys who'll fuck chicks if they can find any. We hate them and they hate us, so stay here and you'll be OK. The group rule is no fighting when we're inside the barn. That corner is junkies - don't go near them. Over there is boozers. Don't go near them either. Stick with us." Suddenly he bent down and planted his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue into me. This was unexpected, but, as his kissing was expert, very stimulating. I was quick to respond. "Hey, boy, you're going to be a find all right." This was all happening very fast, and despite my decades of experience of many sorts of gay hook-ups nothing had prepared me for this. It would be seat of the pants stuff - well, so long as I had any pants on, that is. Bill took over. "Look, you two, he came with me and I'm responsible for his safety. We agreed he'd be OK." He turned to me. "Do you think you can handle this, kid?" "Of course, Bill. I found you, after all. I want to have a steamy night with three horny guys - Ace and King are hunky in their leathers and I can't wait to see more of them. And you are" (I did my simpering bit now) "pretty special too. I like my men beefy, Bill." "Good," he said, "because you are going to get fucked senseless tonight. Ace and King are celebrating their birthday and I have a feeling you're going to turn into their party piece. I hope you're up for it." "So do I, Bill, but though I'm only 14, as I said, I'm not a beginner. I can handle most things anyone's done to me. And I'm a good cocksucker too, if that helps." All this talk was getting me horny, so I decided to establish my credentials as 'not a beginner' by stripping off. King noticed what I was up to and nudged his brother. They both watched, keenly interested in what they saw. "Like it, boys?" I said, "I'm all yours." Since all this was happening in plain view of the other guys in Queer Corner I had an audience. The Straights, disgusted no doubt by the spectacle of Sodom and Gomorrah in our corner (or perhaps just being modest with their 'chicks' (who turned out to be three local tarts from Ely)) had erected a flimsy barricade made of bales of straw. The junkies and the drunks were rapidly disappearing into their own nirvanas, leaving us queers to get it on. Nice! Bill told the twins that I was first and foremost his and that they could have me when he'd finished. It sounded good to me. Three guys fucking me, two of whom were dishy, was proper Friday night fun. "Come on then Bill, let's be having you," I said and started to undo his flies. He stood still, allowing me to put my hand in and grope his cock. He was commando, as I expected, and his cock was half hard and hot in my hand. His leathers smelt of sweat, and I licked the outside of his fly. "Like that, kid?" "Mmm." I would like to have made the process of undressing him a long protracted affair, but Bill's lust was more urgent. After my mouth moved from his leathers to his cock, now out in the open air, he ripped off his jacket. He was well-built with a hairy chest and strong muscles. He smelt masculine. "Mmm! I like the look of that," I said, now with both hands on his rapidly erecting cock. It wasn't the longest I'd seen - seven inches maybe, but it was very wide. Getting that up my arse would be a good stretch. I looked forward to it. Bill's thought echoed mine. "Think you can take that, kid?" Now how, I ask you, does a 14-year-old answer such a question. With the truth ('easily, old chum, had bigger than that up me yesterday attached to a 10-year-old' - did I imagine a faint '10 ½'?) or a lie ('oh, mister, it'll split me in half, but let's try'). I compromised. "It looks just what I'm here for, Bill. Why don't you give it a try. How do you want me?" "Over here on the mattress. I'll lie down and you sit on my cock." Good, I like it that way. I get to see the face of the guy fucking me. Bill was OK to look at, but Ace and King were what I was looking forward to. Still, got to have your bread and butter before you get your treats. ============================================================================== Another chapter with little explicit sex, but a lot of plot advancing. I have no doubt that Chapter 50 will see me well and truly stuffed by Ace and King as well as Bill. 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