Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2017 21:52:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 53 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 53 Ace asked me who I was. I was ready for this, and told my orphan story that I'd invented for Tom in Exeter. This time I didn't say I was on a week's holiday, but that I'd left when I was 14 and was wandering about having fun. As Ace and King had ample evidence that fun was what I had been having, it was a believable story. "Don't you have any family?" asked Ace. "Not that I know of," I said, "orphans are like that. No-one knows who I am, or where I come from. Only me." A silence fell as the twins digested this. While they too were orphans at least they had had their mother alive until they were older than I was now and - far more important - they had each other. "How long since you left the orphanage?" asked King. "I've been here on my own since the beginning of the month," I said, truthfully. "I don't know how long I want to stay: there's so much I want to see and do." Ace and King exchanged a look, but nothing was said. I decided that I had to be honest - well, a bit honest. I couldn't expect that the fairy story would be believed, but if I kept as close to the truth as I could things might be easier. "Last weekend I met a boy in Norfolk and we had fantastic sex. I promised him I would phone him today to fix up another session. That's why I have to be in Norwich tomorrow - that's where he lives." I waited to see whether Ace would object. Instead he said, "Great, Jack, go for it. You heard King say that just because I love you" (the words had now been said!) "it didn't mean that he wouldn't fuck you. I'm happy with that, and you obviously are. If you want to fuck other guys or boys that's fine by me. I love you, but I don't own you." "Oh, Ace," I said, tears running down my face, "I love you too. I wish I could be with you for ever." Ace held me in his arms while my tears flowed. I felt a hand stroking my hair - it must have been King's. This was a strange ... family. Was I going to join it? Would it be fair to Ace to do so for only a handful of days? I had no answer. "I'll be honest, Ace, I have a few guys and boys I've met and messed about with since I got here, and I want to see some of them again soon. Do you want to hear about them? If you want me to, I'll tell you everything." Ace ruffled my hair and set me back at the table. "No, Jack, I don't need to know. You do what you want to do. When we were your age we were just as horny as you are" (I doubted that) "and if you want to get your 14-year-old rocks off that's great. You'll slow down soon enough. You know how I feel about you " - I nodded "Me too, Ace" - and I know you'll come back here when you need to. I'm 28, you're half my age. We have the rest of our lives in front of us. Be your own man now, Jack, be happy." I looked into his eyes. They were moist like mine. This was harder than I'd feared, but somehow easier as well. I didn't want to make a list for Ace of the fucks I planned to have before the end of the month: Robin, Jack, Steve, Marcel, Yves, Barry, maybe others. No, not others, that wouldn't be fair to Ace. There's a difference between continuing a sexual relationship and actively seeking a new one. Maybe Marcel and Yves should drop off my list. Maybe fucking boys was fine with Ace - no rivalry there - but fucking other men, King apart, was disloyal. Yes, that seemed comfortable. Marcel and Yves would not meet their little English cock-sucker again. I turned to Ace. "The only men I want to fuck are you two. There's a few boys I've met and I want to play around with them. Do you mind, Ace?" He smiled. "No, I told you. But I'm glad King and I'll be the only men." King snorted. "Who needs other men if he's got us anyway," he said, "boys are fine, but no competition." I can't think why Dan entered my mind at that point. Could it be made to work? Surely not ... but it would be bloody good fun if it could. I could just imagine it: 'I have this kid I'd like you to meet ...'. "Look, you two," I said, "we haven't been together for 24 hours yet. Something happened to me last night that's never happened to me before, and although it's weird and I don't know how to handle it I do know that I'm loving every minute of it. I feel wanted, and you've no idea what that feels like if you've never felt it before. I'm pretty sure that two of the boys I've messed about with in the last fortnight feel the same way about me, and I need to be gentle with them if I'm leaving them. I need to spend time with them and, yes, I want to fuck them too. But when I leave them I want them to feel whole, not torn in half. Does any of that make sense?" King said, "it makes complete sense to me. You want sex with these boys - fine by us, as Ace said - and you care enough about them to make sure they're not hurt. That makes you a good kid, and why should we have a problem with that? You've seen us doing what we do: we fuck who we like and without any strings. Ace has found strings now - that's a first for either of us, and I'm very happy about that. But he'll go on fucking about until you tell him not to. It'll be your call, Jack. Are you ready to be loved that much?" Oh, God! All I can do is keep very quiet about the end of the month. I'll act - no, it won't be an act - I'll love Ace as though there was going to be a future for us, and he'll love me enough to give me the freedom to deal with my relationships with other kids my age. No secrets (apart from the great big one), and no regrets (apart from the same great big one). After King's eloquent summing-up no-one said anything for a while: we were all thinking what all this meant. I turned to Ace. "Can I stay here?" The look on his face was answer enough. "It's nearly 3 o'clock," said King, "time for grub. We had planned to take the bikes to another little party, but I imagine that's off for tonight. So why don't I get some food on the table while you two sort yourselves out. I mean, decide which side of the bed Jack's going to have, that kind of thing," and he went to the kitchen. Ace and I were alone for the first time all my - and his - cards had been put on the table. He smiled at me. "Well, Jack - what is your name, by the way?" "Peter, but I really like Jack. It makes me feel ..." "Family?" "Yeah, and that's nice." "Tell me about these boys. Not the juicy bits, but about them as people. Who are they and why are they special?" I told him about Jack. I didn't go into what he called the juicy bits - not then, anyway, although he would get most of the detail by the end of the weekend - but I told him about the trainspotting ruse and the mischief in Copenhagen Tunnel. He whistled in amazement. "Jack, you have balls all right." "Yes, and they're yours too now, don't forget." I told him about Jack's loneliness and how I'd introduced him to Barry and Bob and Steve. "Christ, Jack, you've been busy/" I told him about Polly and he agreed that she was important. I told him I wanted to see Jack again, and Steve, and Barry. I didn't mention Dan at this point, saving the idea for later - it was a big risk involving a boy quite so young and an adult. "OK," he said, "that's three boys you want to see." "No," I said, "there's a fourth, and he's the most important." I told Ace about Robin, about how I'd met him and the sort of things we'd done. I told him the most important thing - that a week ago Robin and I had said we loved each other. "Oh, God," he said, "you've got it bad, Jack. What are you going to do? Can you love Robin and me? Are you sure you know what 'love' means?" All perfectly fair questions, but of course I couldn't give Ace the answers. "I'll be straight with you, Ace," I said, "I have to see Robin and Jack, because I can't just disappear out of their lives without some kind of farewell - it would be really cruel. Steve and Barry aren't the same. I want to see them because sex with them is fantastic. It's completely different from sex with you or King. With them I'm taking the lead and introducing them to the sort of things I know about, and enjoying broadening their horizons with them. With you and King you're the guys in charge. Can you see that it's not the same?" "Of course I can, and as I told you before, I'm not bothered if you want to have sex with other boys - I'd be the same in your shoes. I'm glad you've told me all that, because if you disappeared from me, as you put it, without a farewell, I'd be heartbroken too. Just don't do it, OK?" "I won't," I said, knowing perfectly well that my promise wouldn't be one I could keep more than ten days. I was really in a turmoil now. "So what's your plan?" asked Ace. "I need to phone Robin this evening when he'll be back from scout camp. He'll want to fix up a meeting tomorrow, I'm sure, and that'll have to be in Norwich where he lives. I want to see Jack on Monday. After that I haven't decided." "Do you want to stay here while you do all this visiting?" "I want to stay here all the time, Ace, but life isn't that easy. Besides, you've got your work to look after. 14-year-olds tend to have their orgies during the day when they have the house to themselves. At night they come back to their 28-year-old lover." Ace grinned. "Sounds good to me," and he bent over to kiss me. King shouted from the kitchen that food was on the table, so our discussion was at an end. At six o'clock I phoned Robin. He was thrilled to hear from me ("I've been counting the hours till I got home and you would phone") and we fixed that I would get off a train at Norwich station at 11 the next morning. "I'll meet you there," he said, "and we can go for a walk." That didn't sound altogether promising from the sex point of view, but I was happy to let things take their course. "See you then." When I hung up Ace looked at me. "Well?" "I've to be at Norwich station at 11. I'm not sure about what happens then." "What would you like to happen?" Ace keeps on putting me on the spot. Three possible answers came to mind. One: that Robin tells me he's met some kid and fallen in love with him (not likely, but it would be the best from my selfish point of view). Two: that Robin tells me that his house will be empty for the next few days while his parents are white-water rafting in Timbuctoo and that he and I can fuck each other's brains out in peace (again unlikely as Timbuctoo isn't well provided with rivers). Three: that he's as unsure about how we continue with our relationship as I am (by far the most likely, and therefore the one about which I need to think the most carefully). "I don't know, Ace. What I want for Robin most of all is that he isn't heartbroken by my going away. I can't prevent his being sad, but being sad and getting over it is a part of growing up." "A thing you did a long time ago, Jack, didn't you." It wasn't a question. I nodded. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I shook my head, tears very near. "OK. When you do, I'm here for you." Tears now falling. He took me in his arms - this weeping was becoming a habit, but not one that embarrassed either of us. "I'll take you to Norwich tomorrow. Until then forget about Robin and concentrate on Ace." I smiled. That wouldn't be difficult. Last night none of us had had much sleep, so when it got to 9 o'clock we all turned in. Well, 'turned in' wasn't quite how it worked. King had made it clear (and Ace had not objected) that he intended to have sex with me regardless, and I was equally keen. To have these two hunky guys making love to me (I use the phrase loosely in King's case) was precisely why I was here, after all. We went into the bedroom. As I would be sleeping with Ace King beckoned me over the his half of the fun palace. "I'm first," he said. Last night King had fucked me from behind in full leathers. This time he fucked me naked from in front. But I'm getting there too quickly. He stood me in front of him and slowly undressed me. When I was naked he leant down and licked each nipple. Normally I'm not greatly turned on by nipple action, but whatever King did was different, and I found myself wanting more. I remembered how I had made King come just by fiercely pulling his nipples. I ought to find out more about nipple play, and King was clearly the go-to guy. "Lie down," he said, "I want to look at you." This was unexpected: last night I had been used - no, that's not the right word. I had been a sex object - a very willing one - but a sex object nonetheless. A boundary had been crossed since then, and I was now a person with his own acknowledged agenda: I was to be looked at, and that implied that I was to be understood. I did as King asked. He knelt over me. I admired again the erotic tattoo; I wanted to be that boy, and I knew that quite soon I would be. King studied me: my face, my body, my cock, already straining. "I see what Ace likes," he said, smiling, and he bent down to take my cock into his mouth. He didn't spend long there, but long enough for me to feel that these twins knew a thing or two about oral sex and how to give it: it felt almost as though he had two tongues. He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders and, hefting my hips up with his hands under my cheeks, he rimmed me. Again it was brief, a tasting menu rather than a banquet. "Now it's your turn," he murmured, "do what I've just done to you." I started with his arse - perfectly smooth. I suppose they must shave each other. I lapped at his arsehole which winked seductively. I wasn't going to spend any longer there than King had done: fair's fair - he gets time when I get time. I moved to his cock. Now I was going to play Tattoo-boy. I sucked and licked the full length of his cock, playing with his foreskin and tickling his fraenum with the tip of my tongue. "Oh kid, you're good" he whispered. "So I'm told," I said, "I've had lots of practice. Do you want to cum in my mouth?" "Not this time. I want to fuck you." And so he did, but this time he was on his back and I lowered myself onto him. I could see his face as he fucked me. I could see Tattoo-boy as he thrust up into me and shot his load deep inside me. I could lean forward and kiss him as he came down from his orgasm. "Thanks, King, I enjoyed that." "Off you go then, Ace likes sloppy seconds. Night night." This was all very domestic. "Night night, King." I went across to Ace, who had been watching. I kept my arse tight so as not to lose any of King's cum. Mind you, it had been planted so deep that there wasn't much danger of losing any. Ace held me in his arms. His skin was warm and I felt secure and happy, and ... loved. The feeling I had was quite different from the feelings I'd had - and expressed - for Jack and Robin. With them I was, though they didn't know it, the parent-figure as well as the sex partner: I was guiding and (it sounds pretentious, I know) teaching. Now it was different: I was the child enjoying the warmth and security of a parent's arms. Dr Freud would have had a field day. Ace nuzzled my ear, whispering that he loved me, and that he wanted me with him for ever. "Mmm," I murmured, there being no other response. I reached down and felt his cock. It was soft but began to firm when I stroked it. "Can we do it like the tattoo?" I whispered, "I'd like that." "Yeah, come on then." Ace stood up and lifted me into position. King was watching. "I've wanted to see this done ever since you got that tattoo," he chuckled. Ace carried me into the bathroom area and held me upside down. I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I used my fingers to help his foreskin back - his cock-head was almost exposed already - and my lips fastened behind his corona. My tongue couldn't reach his fraenum but instead I licked the whole length of the upper surface of his cock, now at its full eleven inches. Seen at close quarters it seemed far too big to fit into me. Ace separated my legs, one on each side of his head, and held me firmly by the hips. He now had easy access to my arse, and he reached forward to rim me. "Aah! you taste great, Jack," he said, "I can taste your boy juices and King's cum." He licked all over my perineum and got his tongue well up inside me. I felt him suck and his "mmm" told me that he was getting his brother's spunk. It was incredibly erotic, because each time he went "mmm" the buzzing on my arse lips was transmitted right up inside me. I removed my mouth from his cock long enough to tell Ace that I needed to piss. "Go on then." It isn't easy to piss when you're upside down with an erection, but my bladder was insistent and soon a dribble, then a gush, escaped to run down the tattoo onto Ace's belly and my face as I was sucking his cock. Suddenly my mouth was flooded. "If you can then I can," said Ace. I swallowed as hard as I could, but swallowing when you're upside down is a bit like pissing when you're upside down - it's a lot harder. Inevitably most of it went down Ace's legs. I now understood why the bathroom arrangements were as they were, and why I'd been carried there. When our bladders were empty Ace put me down and we both showered. As the shower heads were side by side I was able to keep my oral attentions on Ace's cock while we showered. I was about to wash my arse, but Ace stopped me. "I like that the way it is," he said. Clean (for the most part) and dry we went back to bed. He fucked me as King had done. I was on top while I gradually fed myself onto his eleven inches. It took time, but Ace was considerate and never pushed: I did all the work. His eyes never left mine while this was happening. His face, like mine, radiated pleasure. When he was all the way in I felt as full as I'd ever felt in my life - the real one as well as this 14-year-old one. "Just hold it there for a moment, Ace, I want to remember this feeling for ever." "Me too, Jack." After a few moments I nodded and he started to move in me. His cock was filling me so much that each time he pushed in I rose up off his belly before gently sliding down again as he penetrated all the way in. It wasn't just his size that was special - his technique was unlike any other I'd experienced, certainly in August 1957. In the early hours of this morning he'd fucked me for 40 minutes. This time it was only 15 minutes, but every second of those minutes was ecstatic for me, and, to judge from his face, to Ace as well. Eventually he got near and reached forward to grasp my cock and start to wank me. "Five, four, three ... two ... one," and as he had done before he plunged an extra inch into me while his cock poured spunk. Mine erupted onto Tattoo-boy's face a second later. I collapsed onto Ace's chest. A few minutes later his cock slipped from my very full arse. Seconds after that what was left of King's cum and all of Ace's cum began to slip out onto Ace's belly. I remained on his chest. His arms were round me. "Love you, kid." "Love you too, Ace." We slept. ============================================================================== 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