Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2017 16:19:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 50 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 50 Bill is lying on his back. He's naked and his cock is standing seven inches vertically above his hairy belly. I'm naked and crouched over him, facing him with my arse poised directly above his cock. He's going to fuck me, but right now I'm the one in charge of when he starts. I want his cock up me, but I also want to make him wait before he feels my tight arse round his throbbing cock. He's cut, so when I lower myself an inch or so I'll be able to rub my arse lips directly onto his glans and the precum oozing there. "Are you ready to fuck me, Bill? Ready to stick that great big cock up my innocent 14-year-old arse?" I lowered myself just enough for there to be contact between his cock and my arse, and immediately raised myself again. Next time I did that I guessed he would thrust upward, exactly what I wanted ... so ... I lowered myself again just enough for there to be contact between his cock and my arse and he grabbed me round the waist and rammed his cock up into me. All the way in a oner! Bliss! "Aaaah! Bill, that's so good. Now fuck me, hard." As he was holding me my hands were freed to tweak his nipples. "Oh yeah, kid, hurt me." I wasn't sure what this meant, but I decided that fairly rough twisting would be what he was after. As I did this his hips rose completely off the mattress and his fucking became more fierce. "Oh yes, Bill, it's so big it's going to tear me open." Much grunting from below. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," from me, designed to impel him towards the tape. Although I was enjoying the pummelling his cock was giving me it was a bit unskilled - he made no attempt to give me any pleasure beyond having my guts filled with his cock and - suddenly his spunk. Lots of it; I could feel the spurts. He groaned as his hips fell back onto the mattress. "Thanks, kid, you took it well." It was a comfort to know that Jack, Barry, Bob, Steve, Zak, Fred, Harry, Robin and plenty of others would fuck a bloody sight more skilfully when they were Bill's age. A fierce fuck is fine, but if that all a guy can do he's really not much good as a lover. Still, he'd cum and he might now leave me to get the action I was really after. Two queer twins must surely have developed highly skilled love-making techniques over the years. Hell, if they were 28 or whatever they'd probably been fucking each other for getting on for 20 years. You learn a trick or two in that time. Bill's cock slipped out of me and his cum rolled out onto his belly. I scooped some of it up and rubbed it on my cock and balls. I didn't want to cum yet, but I wanted to show these guys that I was happy to be raunchy. "Who's next?" I said, "come on, one of you." From the dirty look Bill gave me this wasn't the right thing to say. "I haven't finished with you, boy. Clean my cock." Ah, that was it. Happy to comply I knelt over his belly and lapped at what remained of his cum - very bitter to the taste. I lapped at his cock, taking it into my mouth and tonguing it clean. "Mmm, tasty," I murmured, hoping that my nose wasn't visibly getting longer. When his cock was clean I made to get up. "What about my balls?" I resigned myself to ten minutes licking away at his balls, which would have been nice if they weren't so bloody hairy. I didn't want to rim him, so while I was licking his balls I wet a couple of fingers and stuck them up his arse. He liked that, and squirmed about. "D'you want me to fist you, Bill?" "No, maybe later. Thanks." I was dismissed. All this time Ace and King, still in their boots and leathers, had been sitting watching. I grinned. I think it's time I got to know you guys a bit better. "Would one of you like to introduce himself?" and I knelt on all fours with my arse enticingly available. King came over and sat down right beside me. He bent towards my ear so that no-one could hear and whispered. "Feel inside my trousers, Jack." I put my hand in and - commando again - felt a very large very hard cock. "Wow! that's going to be fun," I whispered, "how big is it?" "Nine inches," he whispered, but my big brother has the best one - it's almost eleven." "Mmm, I like the sound of that. Where you want to put it?" "You'll have to see," he whispered and went back to sit beside Ace. He said something to his brother which I couldn't hear. For the first time I had a moment's worry. Ace came over and pulled me to my feet. "We decide how we want you," he said. "We promised you'd be safe and we'll try not to hurt you. But we'll use you just how we like. Now get down again over in the corner." When I was kneeling again with my arse waving around King came round behind me and knelt. I could hear him open the top of his trousers. When he bent forward to put his cock into me the rough leather of his jacket and the hard leather of his open trousers rubbed my bare flesh. The feel of the leather and the smell were intoxicating. I had never smelt a smell like that, and it was a sort of animal rutting smell. When his cock touched my arse, still wet from Bill's cum, King slid it in very slowly, not fucking but sliding inexorably further and further into me. As he got his cock deeper into me the pressure of his leathers squeezed between his body and mine became intense. Once he was all the way in he kept quite still, letting me feel the heat of his nine inches pressing into my guts. Slowly he started to squeeze me in his powerful arms, so that I felt I was being consumed by a great leathery-smelling bear. One of his hands reached under me to feel my cock. "You like this, don't you?" "Yeah, I'm as hard as anything, and having you inside me is great." I wondered if a gamble might be worth it. "If you want to piss in there you can," I said. "Mmm, I might just do that, but you must ask nicely." "Please King, please would you use your great big cock to wash my dirty shitty insides? If you hosed me clean I would be your friend." I could feel him chuckle - a nice feeling when you're being crushed by a leathery smell. Ace walked over and stood with his feet apart over us. "Lick my boots, Jack," he said. I bent down, a movement which allowed King to push his nine inches even deeper into me - he hadn't started to fuck me yet: it was just a stationary hard hot human butt plug, filling me and stretching me wonderfully. I hadn't done boot-cleaning duty before, and I wasn't altogether sure whether there was an established way of doing it, but I just opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and pretended I was licking the icing off a bun. It seemed to be acceptable to Ace, because he didn't stop me. After a couple of minutes I moved over to the other only to receive a stinging blow on the ear from Ace. "Who said you'd finished?" "Sorry Ace," I muttered and resumed licking the first boot. All the while King isn't moving, but I'm still being squeezed tight. After another two minutes Ace said, "OK, now the other one. You're doing well." My tongue was going to wear out soon, I thought, but I went at the second boot as thoroughly as I could. It was five minutes before Ace was satisfied. "Good boy, Jack. You've earned a reward." He must have exchanged a look with King, because the next thing I felt was King's cock starting to piss. He must have had incredible control, because his cock was still hard, and he was unleashing at a measured rate - none of the unrestrained gushes that I'd had with boys in Cornwall. He went on slowly pissing in me for over a minute - a time during which the inexorable feeling of fullness just kept on growing. After about 40 seconds I panted "King, this is great, but I can't keep it in any longer." "Let it go when you have to, Jack, that's part of the fun," said my leathery animal. I was still being squeezed. In a few more seconds the pressure was too much and it started to leak out of me. King's cock was filling me so tightly, however, that the piss didn't gush out of me - there was no room - but it trickled. That meant it ran down my legs rather than fly several feet behind me. This combination of being tightly squeezed, my arse packed with a long cock, the feeling of hot piss soaking my insides, and piss running down my legs was intensely erotic. "Gonna cum, guys, can't help it!" Ace quickly bent under me and gripped my cock at the base, pressing it hard between his fingers and thumb. "Oh no you're not, Jack, not till we let you," he said. The discomfort was intense, but I knew that it would quickly pass as the orgasm got the 'abort' signal. I knew too that aborted orgasms don't go away: they're just delayed, and all the bigger and better for that. "Thanks, Ace," I gasped, "when you let me cum it'll be all the better." "Good boy," he said and stroked me where he had smacked me earlier, "you're a quick learner, Jack." By now King's bladder was empty. "Are you going to fuck me now? I love being pissfucked." King needed no encouragement, but it never does any harm to ask someone to do something they're planning to do anyway. "Yeah. I'm going to do just that. Every weekend we watch that fool Bill bang the arse off some kid as if he was a sprinter trying to set a speed record. We watched your face and we worked out that you, like us, prefer a long slow fucking. Am I right, Jack?" "Yes, King. Are you more the Zatopek type?" Ace chuckled. "He's bright, this one, King, I'll give him that." "Go for it, Emil," I said, "I'm all hot and ready." Ace moved away and sat down to watch. Naturally any estimate I could make of the time King stayed up me, never stopping until the end was reached, would be inaccurate. I didn't have a watch, and in any event glancing at your watch when you're about to be fucked is pretty bad manners. I reckon it was about 25 minutes. During that time King took me on a roller coaster erotic journey as he varied his speed, varied his angle, varied the depth of penetration, varied everything he could think of. At one point he turned me to the left and leant over to the right so that his cock was going into me sideways: I'd never felt that before. Fucked from behind a guy's cock faces one way in your arse; if you're sitting on him it faces the other. Sideways is different again. All this time each inward penetration, whether hard thrust or slow slide, rubbed on my perineum. Oddly though, although I was loving it, my balls had got the message that they weren't needed right now. I needed to learn this trick! King began to accelerate, groaning for the first time: until then he hadn't made a sound. I didn't think he could get his cock in any deeper, but when he finally came I was proved wrong, or maybe it just got an inch bigger. Either way his cum was dumped as far from daylight as anyone had ever managed. Dan had got as far, but he wasn't leaving anything up there. I couldn't feel pulses of spunk as I usually could - his cock just poured the stuff out. Different, and definitely a 10. And still I remained with the ballsful with which I'd arrived! King stopped squeezing and his cock slipped out. I turned instantly to clean it. This was a treat, unlike Bill's which had been a duty. King's cock was a beauty. Uncut, red, wet, sensitive to my tongue, it was a joy to lick it and swallow the goo with which it was covered: his and mine. Maybe the best thing about it was that it was, like his balls and arse, as smooth as Dan's had been. Not a hair, not even a trace of stubble. I nuzzled his balls and licked in the crease between them and his thighs. Big kick from masculine pheromones, but luckily no cum. "Can I rim you, King?" "Not now. Ace is waiting. But later - yeah, I'd love it, and so would Ace." King stood up and took off his boots and leathers. I looked with awe at his naked body - completely hairless with a tattoo all over his chest of a hunky guy a bit like himself standing in profile being sucked off by a kneeling boy. "Where did you get that?" I said in wonder, "it must have taken ages to do." Ace gave it to me for my 21st birthday, seven years ago today. It was done in Egypt when we were there doing National Service. Nice place, Egypt, full of boys to fuck. You'd like it there." "Doubt it, King, too much competition," I grinned. I looked over to Ash. He was naked (oh good, I thought: a leather fuck and a flesh fuck from basically the same body). His cock was soft, hanging heavily, and a good 9 inches in that state. 11 was it that King had said? Oh well. He had a tattoo as well, clearly the work of the same artist. Had they got a good deal for a bulk buy, I wondered. This one had the hunky guy holding the boy upside down in front of him while the boy sucked his cock and he had his face in the boy's arse. "God, that's sexy," I said, "it must have taken weeks." Ace smiled. "Four days for his and four days for mine. The guy wanted £40 for each of them, which was bloody ridiculous for 8 days work. We wanted to beat him down but he said he needed the money. He let us fuck his sons though without making us pay for them. Nice boys they were - you can see their pictures," and he pointed to the tattoos. National Service certainly afforded cultural opportunities not normally available at Aldershot (although you could probably get your cock sucked there too, albeit without the experience being rendered in coloured inks). Before he came over to where I was waiting he reached into his bag and brought out lots of leather straps. Oh fuck! I thought, am I about to get whipped. I was mightily relieved when he put them on. When he came over he had a harness over both shoulders, doing up under his nipples; he had a heavy cock and ball ring affair and a leather jock strap. All were covered with metal studs. On a naked man with a body like his it all looked stunning - and the art work was completely unobscured. The sad thing from my point of view was that the memory of this god-like creature and the fucking he was about to give me would be gone in 11 days, as I would. Enjoy the moment, Peter (although 'moment' was unlikely to be the right word). "Right, Jack, time for some proper action. Bill's useless. King's pretty good, but I'm the real thing. Kneel." It was now midnight. It seemed somehow appropriate. ============================================================================== 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