Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2017 07:28:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 58 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 58 Jack told me that Barry had confessed to unspecified sexual dealings with someone called Rex. I grinned. "I think I know about this," I said. "Barry, you've been disgusting, haven't you? Answer me, boy." A muffled 'yes' came from the victim. "Did you enjoy what you did with this Rex?" Another muffled 'yes'. "Speak up, boy, the world wants to hear you confess your shame. Only by truthfulness can your wickedness be overcome. Tell me, have you sinned with Rex more than once?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, masters." "That's better, boy. How many times have you sinned with Rex?" "Do you mean on how many days, or how many acts of wickedness we've done together, masters?" Interesting. I wondered how much detail of Rex's identity I should share with Jack. The last thing I wanted was to do anything which would prevent these two from continuing to be friends after the end of the month. I needed to step out of character for a moment. Indicating to Jack that he should hold off briefly I put my mouth close to Barry's ear and whispered so that only he could hear. "Do you want Jack to know that Rex is a dog? Will it freak him?" Barry shook his head. "OK, I'll keep our filthy secret." Barry grinned, "Good! Maybe I'll tell him one day, but not now." I stood up. "Jack, Barry has asked me not to press him about Rex, and we have to honour that. Smacking him's a great game, and we know that he loves it" ("Mmm" from the bed) "but we mustn't go too far. All we need to know is that he's sinned mightily with this Rex - probably involving sex acts of unspeakable depravity - and must be punished." Jack was puzzled by this and, knowing that Barry, face down, couldn't see, I gave him a 'leave it' look. He nodded, and the matter was closed. I would never know whether Jack would worm it out of Barry on another occasion, and if he did, whether that would be the end of their friendship: I hoped not. For all I knew Jack concealed an unacknowledged desire to have fun with Rex as well. Barry, however, is still lying down, his vulnerable rear begging for the infliction of pain. Odd things, boys. From out of nowhere Jack gave him a hell of a wallop, greeted with "owww! yess!" from the bed. "We intend to punish you with great severity today, boy," Jack said, assuming control. "We will smack you turn and turn about until you've had as much as you can tolerate. We wish to test just how far you are willing to go in this matter" (he was learning the language, I noted) " and you are to signal when you wish us to stop. Agreed?" "Yes, masters." "You will say 'spaghetti' and we will stop. Agreed?" "Yes, masters." Jack nodded to me, "Your turn." I had a good look at Barry's arse. One side wasn't quite as red as the other. I smote it mightily. It was redder now. Jack and I alternated smacks, some softer, some harder, a few very hard indeed. After the fourth round of a smack from each of us I felt underneath Barry and was gratified to find a large erect cock. "Enjoying this, boy?" "Yes, masters, my wickednesses always bring me pleasure." "Good boy," I said, and stroked his cock. Jack walloped him while his cock was in my hand and I felt it lurch. This was an interesting way of getting your rocks off, but not one I envied. "Jack, when he's had another four rounds it'll be your turn to feel his cock. We must monitor whether he spills his seed." Jack grinned. It was my turn to smack. In the end Barry came (he announced it to us in a wordless cry of ecstasy which it needed no translation to understand) after 23 smacks. As soon as his howl had ended we untied him and rolled him over. The cum on the towel was plentiful enough for both of us to scoop some up to use as wank lube. Jack hadn't done this before as far as I was aware, but he put it to good, if very brief, use. 20 seconds was all it took for Barry's belly to be coated with our cums. Jack and I shared a questioning look, and I signalled 'after you'. Jack pounced and hoovered up all the cum he could, slurping noisily. I then took Barry's cock in my mouth and harvested what I could from there. "Kiss," demanded Barry, remembering our tacit agreement that after orgasm the slave thing was temporarily set aside. Jack had the fuller mouth, so it was he who shared with Barry, leaving me to swallow the juices from Barry's cock. "That was nice," said Barry. "How come you like being walloped so much?" asked Jack, "so much it makes you come. Don't you mind the pain?" Barry thought about it. "I don't know," he said, "I just know it's a big turn-on. I don't remember being smacked really hard for being naughty - one or two maybe if I'd done something really bad, but never anything like you gave me. All I know is that I love it. You two gave me 23 today - I was counting, of course - and that's way more than anyone's done before. The more times I'm beaten the harder my cock gets and the better the cum when it finally happens - as you saw." It would remain a mystery. Jack hadn't come across masochism before, but I understood where Barry found himself, although why he was turned on by pain wasn't anything I could shed light on. "Oh well, Barry, whatever turns you on," I said, "we need to clean up now." "Why?" asked Jack, rather unexpectedly. "Who's going to mind if we smell raunchy for a while. Your mum isn't back for three hours at least, so we can stay stinky, surely." Jack was really getting into this - he was taking the lead, and doing so imaginatively. I was glad. "I must try phoning again," I said, and went naked and smelly into the hall. Still no answer. Damn. When I got back it was to find the two of them deeply involved in a 69 - only 15 minutes after they'd both come. Ah! the resilience of teenagers. The arse uppermost belonged to Barry. I lubed a finger and pushed it in, eliciting a sigh and a wiggle of his arse. It took this to mean that he regarded a single finger as inadequate, so I gave him two more, and pushed in hard. Rather to my surprise he wiggled again. "I'll fist you with pleasure, Barry," I said, "but not while you've got your teeth anywhere near Jack's cock. Choose." Barry chose and Jack's cock was immediately released, to his regret. "Don't worry," I told him, "we've got plenty of time. He'll be back. Now watch." I had already fisted each of them, and each of them had fisted me. I asked Barry if he wanted me to do it, or Jack. He looked at both of us - "Jack." Good. Barry knelt with his arse in the air and Jack and I lubed him thoroughly. Jack put his fingers in carefully and Barry groaned with pleasure. "Ready?" I said. "Yeah, stick it in, Jack." Charming! Jack took his fingers out and made the wedge shape. I put more lube on his hand and he put it back into Barry's arse which had remained invitingly open when Jack took his hand out. You could have put a plum in there without touching the sides - it was plum-coloured inside too. I wanted to get my tongue in there, but it wasn't my turn. In went Jack's fist, slowly past the gathered knuckles (an 'oomph' from Barry) and in, past his wrist. "I can't go any further," said Jack, "your gut turns a corner. Does it hurt?" "Yes, but I like things that hurt, remember? It doesn't hurt in a harmful way though, just a very full hot hurt that I love. Look at my cock if you need proof." I looked. His cock was as hard as it had been when we were beating him - red and pulsing with his heart-beat. There was precum, which went straight into my mouth. Jack began a slow steady fucking rhythm. I didn't want to be left out, so I got down on my back under Barry and started to suck his cock. Great groans from Barry. I was able to reach round behind Barry and grab hold of Jack's cock. It was only half hard, but I soon changed that. Jack is fisting Barry; I'm sucking Barry's cock and slowly wanking Jack's with one hand and my own with the other. I was so glad that the phone didn't ring then. As it was each of use was getting more and more worked up and inevitably it didn't last very long. Barry was first to squirt, three good-sized ropes into the back of my mouth. Even as I was feeling it spurt I was impressed that he could deliver a second load of that size (and tastiness!) only half an hour or so after the first one (itself pretty awesome). This boy must have highly-developed balls. Jack felt Barry's cum transmitted through his arse muscles and knew that he'd have to get his fist out quickly. Out it came, and my hand was pushed aside. Jack's hand, smothered in lube and Barry's arse juices, went to his own cock and conjured up a fine spray of cum onto Barry's back before Jack collapsed onto Barry and into his own spunk. I was just a few seconds behind, coming, like Jack, onto Barry's back. Two loads of cum on his front and two loads on his back. And it wasn't even lunch time. It took us 20 minutes to recover enough energy to drag ourselves to the bath where we soaked together. No sex now, just wallowing. The water started to get cold, so we took out the plug and let it drain. When there was about an inch left Barry put the plug back in, stood up and without any warning pissed all over Jack and me. I was quicker off the mark than Jack and I grabbed Barry's cock and got my mouth round it while his bladder still had plenty for me. He stood still and let it pour into me. I swallowed greedily. Jack waited until Barry's cock slipped from my mouth. "My turn," he said, "I want Peter's." Happy to oblige I stood and delivered what I could into his mouth. He swallowed most of it, but there was quite a bit dribbling down his chest before I'd finished. "I like that," he said, "I haven't swallowed piss before. Now Barry's got to drink mine." When this was done we cleaned out the bath and moved to the shower to wash again. When the phone did ring we were dressed and about to go out in search of food. Barry answered it, and came back for me. "It's the phone woman asking for the runaway boy," he said, "is that you?" I ran to the phone. Phyllis asked if I'd found my foster parents, and when I said I hadn't she told me that she's found another builder's number in Harlow. "I don't know why I missed it at first, but I've got it now." I thanked her and promised I would ring to let her know I was all right. "I do hope you'll find them," she said. I felt a real heel. I rang the number and King answered. I told him how stupid I'd been and he laughed. "You're bright, Jack, you won't come to any harm." He said he'd meet me at Harlow Station some time around 7 o'clock. "Thanks, King. Where's Ace?" "Out earning the pennies to keep you in a life of luxury, lad," he said, "and be sure you thank him." I grinned. "I'll thank you both in the only way I know, King." "I'll hold you to that," he said, and rang off. I phoned Phyllis and told her the good news. "Oh, I'm so glad," she said, "you will be good and not run away again. It can't be easy for you, but I'm sure they love you." I said I was sure they would, and thanked her again. "What was all that about?" asked Jack. I explained briefly. "You'll be relieved about that." "Too bloody right," I said, aware for the first time how nearly I might have come to losing Ace completely. What an idiot! It was a happy band of brothers who marched out to a greasy spoon in Croydon, and a happy band who marched back an hour later full of fatty sugary fuel. It was just after 2. We still had two hours to play. When we got back to Barry's, however, my heart wasn't in it. Maybe it was the fatty food, but I think it was more likely to have been a delayed reaction to having so nearly lost Ace. How stupid could I be? I told Barry and Jack that I wasn't feeling brilliant, and I would take a back seat while they played, and see how I felt in an hour or so. As well as giving me time to think it would allow me to watch what they got up to without having me to take the initiative. Jack was concerned, but I told him not to worry. "If I need to throw up I know where the bathroom is," I said, "you two carry on and let me perv on your lusty bodies." I was keen not to be a damper on the jollity of the afternoon. "Ignore me." Jack turned to Barry. "I have never fucked you," he said. "You've fucked me, and I enjoyed it. It's my turn now. Let's forget the slave thing for the time being, and just be two teenagers who fancy each other. OK?" Barry grinned, "Suits me. But get me good and ready first." "Oh, I will, don't worry." I settled myself down to watch. Barry started to take his clothes off, but Jack stopped him. "No, I'll do that," he said. First Jack quickly took off his own clothes, leaving only his underpants - already starting to tent. Sometimes a stiffy concealed in pants can be sexier than the same stiffy waving about. Jack then knelt and took off Berry's shoes and socks. Then he pulled the t-shirt over Barry's head and gave each nipple a quick lick. Barry sighed, "Mmmm! that's nice." His jeans were soon off, showing that he too was tenting his pants. Jack told him to crouch on the bed with his arse in the air. I felt lousy at this point - just when it was getting interesting - so I went to the bathroom in case I needed to review the lunch. When, 20 minutes later, I returned (having reviewed my lunch twice, as I had feared) it was to find Jack deeply inside Barry, by this time on his front gazing up at Jack with a beatific smile on his face. Sweat was pouring from Jack as he thrust slowly into the no-longer-slave, grunting with each inward stroke. I had clearly returned at a point of some importance. Neither of them paid any attention. Barry was encouraging Jack to greater things, using the most lewd expressions which I need not detail. Suffice it to say that were effective, spurring Jack to speed up his performance: an occurrence which pleased Barry, who encouraged Jack with even more filth. Right up my street! I was glad that I felt so much better, a recovery given visible evidence by my cock, anxious to join in. There wasn't a cock visible to me. Jack's was up inside Barry and Barry's was crushed between two sweaty bellies. There wasn't a mouth which was likely to be still enough for me to risk putting my cock into it. The only thing was to stand on the bed above the coupling and wank myself, trying if possible to cum onto someone roughly when he was cumming. I got it pretty well right. Jack cried "Cummmming!" and pushed hard into Barry, who lifted his arse up to help him in as far as possible. A few seconds later I came onto Jack's back - a goodly quantity. Jack pushed himself up by his arms allowing access to Barry's cock. "Get my cum off Jack's back and use it as lube," I said. It took only a few fast strokes for Barry's cum to jet up onto his chest. Jack lowered himself and the two of them kissed, happy to ignore (or maybe to revel in) the pooled spunk between them. Mine slowly ran off Jack's back. "Feel better now, then?" asked Barry. "I do believe I do," I replied, "all the better for a good puke." Oh! the romance of teenagers! They stayed there for several minutes, kissing and stroking each other's face. I felt confident that this relationship would continue, even if it never got beyond an 'I fancy you, let's fuck' stage. Barry had come a long way since his advert in the Victoria Bus Station bog had caught my eye. No more lonely Barry looking for a boy to play games with. "Come on, you two, it's time to clean up." Three boys in the bath, cleaning each other thoroughly. No sex, no pissing, just the occasional brief kiss. Three boys dry and re-clothed. Three boys making sure that the evidence of their adventures was non-existent. Two boys leaving to go back to London. "Bye, Barry," I said, "I'm leaving in a few days. I've loved what we've done, and I'm glad I answered your advert." "Not half as glad as I am," he replied, "are you going for good?" "Yeah, I won't be back. But Jack'll still be coming to give you a good smacking when you deserve it." "Which will be very often," said Jack, trying to reassure Barry. "You've got my phone number and I've got yours," he added, "let's see each other a lot after this bugger's gone." This bugger was glad that there wasn't going to be an emotional scene - not here and not today, anyway. "Bye, Barry," I said, and gave him a hug. As Jack and I walked to the bus stop we were both quiet. At last he said, "I like Barry, but not the way I feel about you." "I know; I'm exactly the same. But you will go on seeing him, won't you?" "God yes. I like what we do. It'll be fun to get him to Bob and Steve's one day." I was pleased about this idea - the more like-minded kids Barry got to know, the better. On the bus we sat upstairs at the back. "We're meeting Dan at the swings at 12 tomorrow. I'll meet you there. I've said good-bye to Polly and it's best I don't see her again. The three of us can go to Bob and Steve's with Dan. OK?" Jack agreed, a bit reluctantly. At Victoria he went off towards Kings Cross and I headed for Liverpool Street and Harlow. God! how much I wanted to be home. =============================================================================== 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