Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2017 21:17:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 60 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 60 We were all feeling relaxed after the meal and the wine. I got up and secretly made a biro mark on my right arm. We went into the bedroom with sex on our minds. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and how. "A couple of days ago I fisted Ace," I said to King, "and he thought you might fancy it too. Well, now's your chance." King looked at Ace, who grinned evilly. Ace said, "King doesn't take it up the arse, but I reckon he'll change his mind after you've got your arm up him, Jack." I wondered whether this was a long-running saga, and one which was about to reach its denouement. King grunted. "Might as well give it a try, I suppose. If Jack's going to live here and I find I enjoy it, then a whole new scene opens up. That is, if you'll go on sharing him?" Ace and I both grinned: my being shared was never in question. "Right," I said, "if I'm doing the work I'm making the rules. Clothes off and a leather jock on - d'you have one, King?" "Oh God! you two have been kinky while my back was turned," said King with a resigned sigh. I hadn't known these guys long, but I knew perfectly well that King's apparent reluctance was feigned, and that he was just as keen on what was to happen as Ace and I were. They both stripped, and paused naked long enough for me to admire their bodies. I couldn't get enough of them - beautiful specimens of heathy, fit males in their prime. And one of them was in love with me! Me! I didn't know how I had come to deserve such a blessing. It was tragic that I had only a week to live in such a happy state. As well as their bodies I admired their tattoos, still amazing to me even as I grew familiar with every line, every shading, every detail of the boys' bodies. And best of all were Ace's and King's cocks, erect, moist, waiting for me to do whatever was planned. "OK, I've admired you long enough," I said, "jock on, King." "Is he always this bossy?" enquired King, "I hope you'll train him when you're married." I watched King climb into his jock - he had one the same as Ace's (hardly a surprise). "OK, King, now crouch down on all fours. Ace, you can lie next to him and watch." I took off all my clothes and knelt behind King, stroking his back. My hands gradually got lower and lower until they were at the top of the leather jock. Then I moved them down to his knees and slowly worked my way back up to the jock again, never touching his cock or balls. The scent was intoxicating. The jock was designed to allow access to the wearer's arse, so my next upward movement led my hands, now lubed, to King's arse crack. I rubbed along with the back of my index finger, and when my finger-tips got to his arsehole I tickled gently and pushed about half an inch in. King shuddered and signed. Ace grinned, knowing what I was about to do to his brother. Next a thumb invaded, again only about half an inch. This was going to be a prolonged tease. "King, you are going to cum, and no-one is going to touch your cock while it's happening." Ace nodded happily: he'd enjoyed this on Sunday. I squirted a generous amount of lube on King's arse and started to use my fingers - only two at the moment - to get some of it up inside my victim. It was time to be more invasive. A third finger went in and, for the first time I was fingering King's prostate. The owner of the prostate turned to Ace and kissed him chastely, almost as if to say they were both enjoying what was happening. I had three fingers deep inside now, rolling backwards and forwards, and from side to side. Although I couldn't see King's cock in the leather jock I was pretty sure that a lot of precum was starting to fill it. There would be plenty more of that before I was finished. "Fisting time, are you ready?" "Yeah, go for it," said King, "there's a first time for everything." I was curious. "Have you never had anything up your arse, King?" "Oh, yes, lots when Ace and I were teenagers, but only his fingers. No cock has been in there." 'Yet,' I thought to myself. "Well, this should be something new, then." I withdrew my fingers and lubed up my arm, squirting more lube up inside. Ace was grinning broadly now in anticipation of King's getting a repeat of Sunday's delight. King didn't move. Very slowly I teased his arse lips with the tip of my middle finger. The arse remained puckered. I repeated the tickle ... and again. The third time he opened up. Very very slowly I pushed in. As my knuckles reached the muscle I paused and withdrew slightly. "Ready?" King grunted, which I decided was a 'yes'. This time when my knuckles reached the muscle I said "push" and when he did my hand slipped in beautifully. King gasped. If this really was the first thing that had penetrated him apart from Ace's fingers I was adventuring in an unexplored place. My fist was completely inside now, up to my wrists. I rotated my hands and felt the hot insides of my lover's twin. I now pushed my fist further in until I reached the point where their guts took a turn. I could go no further. The biro mark on my arm was about half an inch outside King's arse lips. "See that mark?" I whispered to Ace, "that's exactly 11 inches from the tip of my middle finger. That's the length of your cock up inside King right now, and he's taken virtually all of it." "Like that?" I asked King, "fuck time now?" Ace sighed softly; he was vicariously enjoying Sunday night again, I think. King said nothing, then quietly "yes, Jack." I started a slow piston movement. I never took my fist out past my knuckles, so all I was doing was deep fucking well up into his guts. I took care to rotate my knuckles over his prostate now and again. After a couple of minutes King started to twitch. Would he come? "Oh, fuck, Jack, this is great," he said, "I've been missing things." If I was going to prolong this I'd have to slow down. The next inward plunge took my fist as far up inside King as I could get, right up to the biro mark. "That's as far as I can reach," I said, "even Ace's cock couldn't get further up you, King." Keeping my fist where it was I reached round with my left hand and slipped it into the jock. I wanted to feel King's balls. When my hand reached forward to cradle them I could feel the sweat and heat radiating from them: smooth balls, balls which in a few minutes would pulse and pump, and all because my fist was commanding them to do so. I reached further forward to where I really wanted to be - in the pouch of the jock where his cock was straining. Yes! the jock was sopping with precum. My hand was quickly out and in my mouth. I savoured the raunchy taste of musky man. My cock was leaking too, but I wasn't interested in what was happening to me at that moment. It was time to finish King off. I resumed my pistoning, more vigorously now. His body reacted to my inward ramming; he grunted as my fist reached as far as it could; he moaned 'yesss' and 'more', my speed increased. I could sense that he was near. I speeded up again and "aaaaargh!" from King told me that he was filling his jock. I quickly withdrew my fist. "Turn over onto your back," I said. I lowered his jock and scooped up his cum. I needed King's cum as lube for the wank I was about to have. I smeared his cum onto my cock and balls, but before starting to wank I lowered my mouth onto his still half-hard cock and sucked off the cum coating it.. He twitched as I did so. "Christ, kid, you never fail to surprise." All this time Ace had been watching. As I got wanking it was obvious that I wasn't going to last long. King leaned over and batted my hand away. "That's my cum you're using and I want to taste it," and he proceeded to give me an exquisite sucking off. In less than a minute I was fountaining my spunk down his throat, and he was sucking, sucking, sucking so hard - it was as though he was trying to suck my balls out. "Wow, King," I gasped, "I've never been sucked off like that before." "Yes, he's good at it," agreed Ace. The three of us lay back on Ace's bed, two of us slowly getting our breath back. After a couple of minutes King turned to me. "Jack, that was great." I turned to Ace and looked deep into his eyes. He was smiling. "I love you," he said. "Yes," I whispered, "I know. And I love you. And you know that too." King got up. "I'm for a shower," he said, " then you two lovebirds can do what you have to do while I grab some sleep." King was never going to stay romantic for long. Ace and I watched lazily while King showered. When he was finished Ace and I went to bed. Love-making with Ace was different now - different from how it had been that first night in the barn, and different from the love-making with King a few minutes ago. The physical activities were the same, but now there was a layer of emotional intensity on top. Ace's body wasn't just any body, but the body of the man I wanted to become part of. I heard a church clock strike in the distance - midnight. I had exactly seven days left. There was no time to lose. I burrowed down under the bedclothes and took Ace's cock into my mouth. His foreskin was partially retracted and I could taste the precum which had leaked from him while King and I were at it. I rolled my lips round, gathering as much of his juices as I could. My tongue teased his fraenum, and more juice spilled into my mouth. This wasn't a time to share: I wanted all of Ace's essence for myself tonight. I wanted him to cum gloriously and copiously into me; I wanted to feel his spunk jetting out of him and into me, making me his; I wanted to keep his spunk inside me for ever, treasuring every drop of the juices of the man I adore. I heard Ace's voice from somewhere above, "Turn round, Jack, keep at it while I get a taste of your arse." Ever obedient I flipped round and resumed my penile ministrations. I felt Ace's tongue rimming me, teasing my crack, teasing my arsehole (which opened to receive his tongue), getting his tongue miles up inside me - probably only an inch, but the equivalence of inches and miles is well-known. I could feel his stomach muscles tensing as my sucking brought him closer to orgasm. I broke off briefly to suck first one ball, then the other, getting a different taste from them. Back to his cock - moaning from above - increased tongue activity in my arse - my cheeks pulled apart to assist even deeper and more intimate access - my hands on his balls - my tongue rolling, rolling, rolling ... and "Jeeeeez" from Ace as he poured his cum into my mouth. Five strong blasts, a whole mouthful. Not for sharing this time though. I sat up, spat a quarter of my mouthful into my hand and wanked myself for the second time in 20 minutes. My load spat out onto Ace's cock. I swallowed the rest of my mouthful and bent down again to clean off Ace's cock and balls. Great sighs from him as the sensation of my tongue on his ultra-sensitive cock-head thrilled through him. Great sighs from me of pure happinesss. When he was clean I flipped back the right way up and he took me in his arms. Our faces were about 3 inches apart. We gazed at each other, lost in each other's love. King snored, oblivious to our joy. "Before we fall asleep," Ace whispered," what are your plans for tomorrow - no, later this morning?" "I have to be in Winchmore Hill about half past eleven. I'm meeting Bob and Steve with Jack. We met a 10-year-old there -" "Isn't he a bit young?" "Yes, but he's as keen as the rest of us and he has an 8-inch cock which he uses with great skill. How big were you when you were 10?" (Again that faint 10 ½ echoed in my mind.) "King and I used to measure each other; I doubt if mine was that big until I was about 13. Good for your lad." "Well, the five of us will mess around doing the sort of things you can imagine. Dan - the big boy of 10 - will go home and so will Jack. I won't see either of them again. I'll spend the night with Bob and Steve at their house, then on Thursday Steve and I have some activities planned that Bob isn't interested in. Then I come home. And when I'm home I don't plan to see any of them again. Can I phone you from Steve's to let you know when I'll be home?" "Sure, that's fine. Enjoy your last couple of days with these kids. I won't ask what you and Steve get up to. You'll tell me if you want to, but not now. It's late, and if you're to be in London at 11.30 we'll need to leave here by 9. I'll take you to the station on the bike." I was almost asleep. Warm, safe, knackered. =============================================================================== 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