Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2017 13:12:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 55 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 55 King didn't appear until 10 that evening. Ace and I had several hours alone together after I fisted him - you don't need to hear the details. Suffice it to say that we grew closer, cuddling, touching each other as we passed each other in the house, kissing, looking at each other, saying things, saying nothing, smiling at each other. Just like any 'normal' honeymoon couple in fact. I phoned Jack, who was only too happy for me to come round tomorrow. I said I'd be there around 11. Could I spend the night there, he asked. I covered the phone and asked Ace. "Oh God, Jack, how many times?" "Yes," I said to Jack, "that'd be great. See you tomorrow." When King got home Ace rustled up a quick meal and the three of us sat down like a 'normal' family, only this 'normal' was two parents and a teenager. I was enjoying the changes in the family dynamic - not least of course because I could have been the twins' grandfather. King told us of his exploits. He had been to a farm near Bedford where he had had a threesome with bikers from Birmingham. This had been entirely satisfactory apparently, but had left King feeling rather tired. There would be no more fucking for King tonight then. Perhaps tomorrow. Ace told him about our trip to Norwich, and that Robin had found a boyfriend there. King grunted, "Good; that lets you off the hook then, Jack. Are you happy about that?" I told him I couldn't be happier. Robin had someone he cared about, and who cared about him. He didn't need me as anything more than a lifelong memory of a special two days. King pushed his plate away. "I'm knackered," he said, "join me in the shower before I turn in?" This was addressed to me, and I readily agreed. I had a little bet with myself that some oral attention to his cock would drive the 'rather tired' and 'knackered' to the back of his mind. While Ace cleared up the remains of the meal King and I stripped off and stood under the two shower heads. Every time I saw these tattoos was a delight. I copied the action of King's Tattoo-boy, water pouring over both of us. I won my bet when less than two minutes later King's cum was pouring out of his cock down my throat. Plentifully too: if that what what his balls could produce when 'knackered' I wondered what the Birmingham bikers had had. "Happy now?" asked Ace, who was watching from his - no, our - bed. Two big grins were all the answer he got. We washed each other quickly and dried ourselves. King went to his bed and I went to ours. Ace held me in his arms as we fell asleep. Next morning I woke at 6. Ace was still asleep, but gradually came to as I gave him his good-morning greeting. Down under the bedclothes I took his half-stiff cock into my mouth and licked until it was fully hard. His balls got a good licking too - I'm not one to limit my pleasures - before I got down to the serious business of giving him the first orgasm of the day: indeed the only one today which I'd share with him. I needed to keep myself in fine trim for Jack! He soon erupted, and we shared a long cummy breakfast kiss. "I do love you, Ace." "Me too, Jack. When are you due at Jack's?" "11." "I'll run you to the station in good time." More cuddles - I had forgotten how nice it is just to held by someone who loves you. ****** Four hours later I was at Jack's, and five minutes after that we were naked in his bed, and I was holding him. Did he feel anything special, I wondered? Anything apart from the obvious urgency of our cocks as we lay together. I doubted it. As we lay there I asked him about what he'd been up to in the four days since I'd seen him. He had not been idle. He hadn't seen Barry again, but had fixed to see him tomorrow. He had spent a lot of time with Bob and Steve, however, and it seemed to me that they would be the main part of his life in future. Not only were they likely to share sex activities, but as they were at the same school there would be ordinary non-sexual friendship as well. All my worries were resolving themselves. I asked him what he'd got up to with them. "Oh, just the kind of things you and I have done," he said. Clearly Steve hadn't thought to mention his - our - specialist subject. Oh well, that wasn't my affair - not with Jack anyway. He asked me what I'd been up to. I debated with myself what to say. I felt that the Ace relationship was too new and precious to talk about - further indication if any were needed that the Ace relationship was on an altogether different plane from the Jack relationship. I said, "I met a biker and he fucked me." At least that was true, and since it was Bill I was describing there was no hint of betrayal. "A man!" exclaimed Jack. "Yes, I fuck men too, you know - or they fuck me, more often. It's different from doing things with boys. Not better, of course, just different. Why limit yourself?" "Isn't it risky?" Too damn right, I thought, it's risky all right. You end up in love, but that's not a risk about which I'm worried. "We're talking too much," I said, fearful that we might stray into unwanted territory, "let's put our mouths to better use" and I turned quickly into 69 mode, taking his nice cock between my lips. It was strange to have a cock in my mouth which I could get pretty well all the way in. Strange, but nice. What I had discovered over the last three weeks was that the sheer variety of sex partners I'd had was itself stimulating: cocks came in so many different sizes and ages, and each was in its own way special. Very few had been unpleasant - only Mr B and the cinema commissionaire had been unwelcome. Jack and I happily sucked each other. He took his mouth of me long enough to ask "d'you wanna cum?" "Yeah. We can manage another later." He re-applied himself and soon each of us was getting near. I put a licked finger into his arse and he immediately responded with a jet of cum. I wiggled my finger and another jet was fired ... and another. Tasty as ever. I swallowed. I wasn't far off myself. Jack gave me the finger treatment too, only he had had the wit to place the lube by his bedside. Two well-lubed fingers plunged into me. Jack knew how I liked it! His forethought was rewarded with a mouthful of my cum, swirled round his mouth before being swallowed. I turned back to lie beside him again, our faces a few inches apart. We kissed gently. "I missed that," I said. It was true: sex with Ace and King hadn't involved 69ing. Would it? I had no idea. I guess the fact that they are a lot taller than I am will make it tricky. Playing Tattoo-boy with Ace had been close, but it was my arse that was getting his attention (and very nice too!), not my cock. "Can I come with you to Barry's tomorrow?" I asked. "Why not - that'd be great," he said, "Barry can be tied up good and proper then - he'll love it. Let's not tell him." I looked at Jack's face - a face which had only three weeks before been the face of a lonely and unhappy boy. Had what had happened to him since then been 'wrong'? Many people would have thought so, and not just those who thought that all gay activity was wrong. Had I 'corrupted' him? Had his very rapid going through the door I had opened for him made him 'promiscuous'? It was no-one's business but his. A 14-year-old boy had discovered the intense pleasure that his, and other boys' cocks could give, could share. I reckoned that was a plus on my slate, rather than a minus. But I am biased. I'm also a bloody sight too analytical, I reminded myself. Stop thinking, Peter, just get on with being 14. We had a day before us. Jack had got Polly to fix lunch so we dressed for that. Polly's blindness could not be expected to extend to her kitchen. She greeted me like an old friend, asking what I'd been up to since I had last seen her. This required an even more evasive answer. "I've been to Norwich to see a friend." True, if somewhat brief as a resume of the last four days. "You've changed, Peter," she said. "In what way, Polly?" asked Jack, "it's only a few days since he was here." I was interested in what Polly would say. "Not changed to look at - you seem more grown up." I was curious, and I risked going down this road. "How more grown up?" I asked. She thought for a moment. "I can't put my finger on it," she said finally. "Last week you were a bouncy 14-year-old full of mischief and sin" (we all grinned, but only Jack blushed) "but now you seem more relaxed and serious." Wow! I thought, that's Ace's doing all right. I must tell him at the right moment - he'll be tickled. "Well, I'm still the same boy at heart," I said, "but full not just of mischief and sin, but shepherd's pie as well." "Don't forget the strawberries," added Jack. "And cream," said I, just to see Jack blush again. He's so predictable, this kid. Polly shooed us off out - "Go and sin somewhere else." Grovelands Park seemed a good idea, and we wandered aimlessly through the woods and round the lake. As we approached the swings there was Dan with a few other little kids. I whistled and they all looked up. Dan waved. "Who's he?" asked Jack. "His name's Dan," I said, "and he's played with Bob and Steve and me. Didn't they mention him?" "No. He's just a kid. What did you do?" I told him that we had done pretty much the same things as he had done with them, but that Dan was special. I didn't tell him why. By this time Dan had run over and was jumping up and down like a puppy. "Hi Peter where've you been I missed you" all came out without a pause. "It's only been a few days, Dan, I've been around. This is Jack." "Hi Jack," said Dan and burst into uncontrollable giggles "Hijack, hijack!" I smiled and turned to Jack, "he's only 10, you know." "10 ½," he said indignantly, all giggles forgotten. I should have remembered: I'd heard that adjustment several times in the last few days. "Sorry, Dan, I won't forget," I said, "Jack and I play like you do with Bob and Steve. D'you want to tag along?" A silly question. I'd issued that invitation without thinking too clearly. Polly's blindness could not be expected to extend to allowing Dan into Jack's bedroom, and it would be stupid even to think about smuggling him in. No, anything we did would have to be elsewhere. "Come on," I said, and led them up towards that infamous line of bushes where so much had happened before. When we got there I had a quick look round - there was no-one visible. We slipped behind the bushes and pushed our way into the middle. Dan clearly hadn't been here before and gazed around, no doubt filing the location of this useful place away for the future. "Do you two fuck in here?" he asked. Jack was taken aback. I explained that this was a wanking place, not a fucking place. Mind you, the evidence led to the belief that fucking certainly had taken place here, and fucking of a sensible and protected kind. "Show him, Dan," I said. "Only if he does," replied Dan, not unreasonably. There was an honour code, after all. Jack shrugged and lowered his shorts, not expecting to see anything special. "Nice," said Dan, stroking it. 'It' responded nicely to being stroked, as these things do. It was my turn, and my trousers were soon at my ankles. My 'it' was given the same treatment. Now the fun starts, I thought to myself gleefully. "Come on Dan, you know you can't wait." Dan knew he had an audience, and he knew, as I did, that the audience was about to be stunned. "Give me a minute," he said, and put his hands down the front of his shorts. I could see that when he finally let it out it was going to be at full mast. Jack and I were both hard. Dan slowly lowered his shorts and pants. "Holy fucking hell!" Jack had said it all, I thought. Dan grinned. "Good, eh?" he said proudly. Jack said that he now understood why Bob and Steve hung around with a 10-year-old. "10 ½" "How big is it?" he asked. "It was 8 inches hard last time I measured it," said Dan, "but that was three weeks ago. I expect it'll be 9 soon." "Dream on, big boy," I said, "they don't grow that quick." I wanted to tell him I'd been speared by an 11, but loyalty to Ace held me back. The mischievous bit of me wanted to get Ace and Dan together, but I knew it was completely out of the question. I would have to settle for dreaming about what they might say to each other. "Where can we go to play properly?" asked Dan. There was no obvious answer. I thought quickly. If Jack and I were to be in Croydon with Barry tomorrow that ruled tomorrow out. The obvious place was Bob and Steve's - there would be no problem with any amount of sexual goings-on there. I wanted to have a fivesome with these two there. I wanted another private session with Steve. Most of all I wanted time with Ace - how could all this be fitted it. "How about we all go to Bob and Steve's on Wednesday? You meet us at the swings at 12 o'clock, Dan." He agreed. "Shall I put it away now?" "Up to you, Dan," said Jack, "but when I was your age I was wanking in these bushes. Dan thought about this for a millisecond then decided to emulate his new friend. The new friend and I watched entranced. Neither of us had ever seen such a little kid performing upon so large an instrument. With an audience Dan reached his climax more quickly than he would have done at home, and his knees sagged as he came "Aaaaaaaah!". "Nice," said Jack, leaning down to lick the throbbing end of Dan's still jerking cock. "We'll do that properly in two days." Dan nodded. He pulled his shorts up and was off. Jack and I looked at each other. "Blimey!" was all he said. It was enough. We walked to Bob and Steve's house, hoping they were in. Greg answered the door and leered at us. "Come for fun, have you?" "Hi Greg," I said, "nice to see you too." We went to the boys' suite ("You know your way") where Bob was playing music. Quickly I told him what had happened, and asked whether the three of us could come 'to play' on Wednesday. "Yeah, it'll be good. Steve's out, but he'll be keen too." "Good," I said, "can you tell him that I'd like to come and do disgusting things again with him on Thursday?" "You fucking pervert," said Bob cheerfully, "I'll tell him. He'll be thrilled. I'll come round to your place again Jack if that's OK?" It was agreed. Steve and I would be left to our practices while those of more refined tastes would leave the field clear for us. I was glad: Dan and Steve would be ticked off the list of things to do, and I would be able to spend the last five days with Ace. It wouldn't work out like that, but no-one knew yet. ============================================================================== 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