Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2017 14:59:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 51 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 51 Ace would be the icing on the cake all right. I felt that the next half hour would be special. This god-like man was the sexiest adult I'd encountered so far. Peter had been great, and others had given me rewarding experiences, but Ace was something different. True, his body was the same as King's, but the little extra - the two inches that mattered - would make all the difference. As I knelt there was a bit of me that was kneeling in worship. He stood in front of me. "Worship my cock, Jack; worship it with your tongue." Well, I wasn't going to get all of it in, that was sure. I didn't think he'd expect me to. I licked his balls, like King's, completely shaved and smooth. I licked a long long cock from below which, as my tongue crept slowly along, grew. I reached the foreskin, beginning no0t so much to peel back as to be burst open by the massive shaft as it emerged. The sight was incredible. So was the overpowering scent of man. I engulfed the huge cockhead and bathed it with my tongue. Ace was pleased, "Good boy, Jack. It's nearly ready to get into you." I went back to his balls and repeated my long slow lick. This time his foreskin was completely withdrawn and I got to work on his fraenum - purple and tight. A few licks were rewarded with a large quantity of precum, which I swallowed greedily. "Thanks, Ace, you taste smashing." Ace took his cock out of my mouth and went round behind me. This was it. To my surprise King came over and put a leather mask over my head. I could see nothing. The only senses left to me were hearing, smelling, and those tactile sensations up my arse and round my genitals. These would all be heightened, surely, by my temporary blindness. "You'll love this, Jack," he said, "trust me. This'll be the best fuck of your life." I hoped so: there had been plenty so far this month, and there were only so many days to go. Ace used his tongue to get me heated up. I don't know how he did it, but it felt as though he was getting it a good inch or more inside my lips. He spent several minutes teasing me that way, getting my juices flowing. He put a finger just inside my arse and got it wet, then he leant forward and rubbed it on my lips. "Good, eh? Tasty 14-year-old arse juice, only a pound a bottle." I wanted more, but didn't say anything. Next he put fingers into me: one, then two - "More?" - "Yeah, another one." - and the third went to my prostate. Ace and I had similar tricks. "Are you going to cum, Jack? If you are King'll come over and pinch you like I did." "No," I said, "not soon, but if I feel it getting near I'll tell you." I wanted my balls to be full to bursting when they finally let me shoot, and that wouldn't be for a while yet. After another few minutes Ace took his fingers out. "Time to have a real man now, Jacky boy." Good! Like King had done he inserted his cock incredibly slowly inch by inch, not stopping, not making any fucking movement. It was like a liner coming into harbour: steady inexorable unstoppable onward progress. By the time he'd got as far in as King I was feeling very very full and very very happy. What would the next two inches be like? "Ace, that's fantastic," I said, "my insides are on fire. Can you feel all the cum and piss from King?" "That's what I like, Jack. My cock likes to be where other cocks have pointed the way and left their marks behind. That's because the next bit of the adventure is where I go where no-one's been before. Am I the biggest cock you've ever had? Truth now." "Yes Ace. King's is the biggest I've had from a nan. I had a boy up there a couple of days ago who was 8 inches." "That's nothing for a boy," said Ace, "mine was 8 inches when I was 12." "Yes, Ace, but this kid was 10 " - again that faint 10 ½ - "so you might have competition in 18 years. Still, yours really is the biggest I've ever - Oww!" The last two inches had been rammed in quickly and without warning. So sudden was it and so great the pressure on all kinds of things in my insides that I involuntarily squirted a gush of piss. "Ah!" cried King, "he's pissed just when I said he would. You owe me ten bob Ace." Ace chuckled, "OK, little bro, you win." Now Ace began in earnest. I confess that the pain was considerable, but after the first onrush the next wasn't so bad, nor the third. I pissed each time though - I couldn't help it. As you know, I love piss games of all kinds, but involuntarily having piss forced out of me by incredible pressure on my bladder from a damn nearly foot-long cock was a whole new level of wet excitement. I could get hooked on this, I thought. "Don't bother about the piss, Jack," said King, "just do what you have to do. The mattress doesn't matter." "Thanks, King, that's good." I felt there was going to be a very sopping mattress by the time Ace and I had finished our session. Ace's fucking technique was much the same as King's. During the nearly 40 minutes he had his cock inside me I had to warn King twice to pinch off my orgasm. Ace squeezed me even tighter than King had done, and the feeling of his sweaty flesh was different from the leather of my earlier fuck. I think if Ace had whipped his cock out and put an egg inside me it would have been hard-boiled by the heat up there. Luckily he didn't take it out and I was the one getting boiled. All good things come to an end though, and what an end this turned out to be. Ace began to accelerate "Getting closer, Jack, if you want to cum I won't stop you now." It wasn't only closer he was getting, he was making as much noise as a train as he pulled his monster almost all the way out and thrust it home again, deep into the darkness. "Five," he said, "four, three, two ..." This was it. "One ..." He tightened his squeeze of my body, his cockhead seemed to expand to about twice its size and I felt a stream of hot cum flooding out of him into me. Like King he didn't spurt: he poured. King was over in a flash and flung himself under me. "Cum in my mouth, Jack," he cried, giving my cock the three strokes which were all that was necessary for me to erupt into him. I was exhausted, but not so exhausted that I didn't notice that, for the first time, my cock too poured the spunk into King's mouth. No spasms, no individual squirts. Was that because I'd been so forcibly edged? "Ace, you're right. That was the best fuck of my life: the longest, the deepest, the hottest feeling of spunk filling me up. 99%." "Why not 100, you little bugger?" said Ace, somewhat miffed. "Because you haven't pissed yet." Five seconds later I was able to say "That's better. 100. Keep it up, Ace." His piss lasted a long time but eventually as his cock wilted it all came flooding out, as King's had done. My whole rear end and legs were completely soaked. I turned over and lay on my back. I looked Ace in the eye and said, "You are the best fuck ever. I worshipped your cock before and I want to worship it again. Crouch over me while I clean you." I removed the leather mask and used my lips and tongue to get every trace of bodily fluids off it: cum, piss, my arse juices - a heady cocktail of exciting tastes. It took quarter of an hour. Ace was loving it, to judge from the soft moans and yesses. When I was done I pulled his foreskin forward, kissed the tip and said "All clean and ready for action again, Ace." To my surprise and delight he turned round, laid himself down, pulled me on top of him and gave me a wonderful kiss. Naturally I returned it, and we were happily carrying on when King knelt beside us and peered closely. "Oh Christ, he's in love with you, Jack." Now that was unexpected. Twice I'd found myself thinking - saying - that I loved the boy I'd just fucked, and Zak loved me. This was the first time a man sounded as though he was in love. Ace broke off. "Fuck you, King," he said, but without rancour. He stood up and picked me up in his arms, unconcerned that I was still wet with his (and King's) piss. "I need to piss, Ace," I said, "where do I go." Ace whispered in my ear, "do it now right where you are. You're covered with my piss and I want to be covered with yours." This was strong evidence, I felt, that King's remark, made perhaps in jest, might just be true. Anyway I let go and I felt hot piss flowing out of my cock onto Ace's chest and down his tattooed belly to the floor. I could hear King groan. When my piss finally dried up Ace carried me out of the barn to a pump where a few other men were waiting. "Got to wash," said Ace to no-one in particular. "Wait yer turn." was the general response, so Ace stood holding me until someone said, "OK, you with the boy, your turn." Ace put me down and stood my under the pump from which he produced a torrent of freezing cold water. I jumped and raucous laughter broke out. "You'll freeze my fucking balls off," I yelled. "Hasn't he sucked them off already?" cried one wit. Ace went on pumping (something at which I had already noted his prowess) and rubbed my skin to get the stink off. "You'll do," he said and got under the pump himself. "Go on then," he said when I stood stupidly doing nothing. I pumped - not a flinch from Ace - and rubbed the water on his skin. Even that minimal and non-sexual contact was exciting. Fuck it, I was falling for this guy. King came out to the pump and joined us. "Though you two needed some quality time before I broke it up," he said, and got under the pump. I moved to pump for him but he said "No, I can do meself." The three of us were cold and wet, but it was a warm night even though it was well past one o'clock. We dried and gradually warmed up. I wondered what would happen next. I didn't think it possible that there would be any more sex play after the huge exertions Ace and King - and I, come to that - had enjoyed. I waited, like a good boy. It was the early hours of Saturday. Robin would be leaving Thetford this morning and would be home in Norwich soon. I wanted to phone him this evening. Maybe I could meet him tomorrow. That meant I should stay near Ely so that I could easily get to Norwich by train. That was my plan anyway, but I wanted to know what Ace and King might think up. We went back into the barn where Ace and King put their leathers back on. I put my clothes back on. "Can I keep the mask?" "Yeah, you've earned it," said Ace, "I didn't think a kid your age could take what I have to give and enjoy it as much as you did. Like Bill said, you're a find," and to my delight he ruffled my hair - not the sort of gesture I'd have guessed was in his repertoire. This was in great danger of becoming deadly serious. King said, "we've had enough here. We usually go back to London now, but we promised Bill we'd drop you off where you want. So?" I was on the spot. A bit of me wanted to say that I wanted to stay with Ace for ever; another bit of pointed out that 'for ever' was only 10 days; a third bit sat perched on my shoulder with its nice white wings and its nice little halo saying 'Robin? forgotten about him, have you?'; a fourth, perched on the other shoulder with his red forked tail and his neat little horns grinned and said 'Jack? Barry? Rex? Marcel? Yves? who are you kidding?' I had to get my life, or what was left of it, in order. Robin was a must: even if my heart was broken I had to be gentle with him, and Robin was the immediate issue. "I have to be in Norwich on Sunday," I said, "but until then I've no plans." Ace and King exchanged looks and after a moment King shrugged, "OK," he said to Ace. "This is what we'll do," said Ace to me. "If you come with us now I'll take you to Norwich by midday tomorrow - will that do for you?" My eyes sparkled. "Yes, that's perfect. Where are we going now?" "You'll see, come on." The three of us gathered up our gear and went out to the bikes. I got on behind Ace "Hold tight, Jack," and we rode off into the warm August night. Only six days ago the world had stood still for me in a Thetford wood. Now I was about to be ripped in half. ============================================================================== 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