Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2017 21:11:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 61 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 61 I woke at just after 7 o'clock. King was up and about, but Ace was still asleep, still with his arms round me. I didn't want to move - I loved being where I was. King wandered over and smiled. "I'm glad you've come to live here," he said quietly, "you've made a huge difference. Ace is so much happier. And you're no slouch in bed either." I liked King - he was the most straightforward person I'd come across in a long time. I felt I wanted to connect with both of them in non-sexual ways - I knew nothing about their business or their hobbies apart from the obvious. I ought to find out more about motor bikes so that I could at least hold an intelligent conversation. This would be my homework, I decided. However we didn't have to leave the house for nearly an hour so there were things to do before then. Back down the bed for a taste of Ace. Fifteen minutes later Ace rose from his slumbers, awakened from them by a nice slow orgasm, and took me into the shower. Ten minutes later, still naked, the three of us ate the breakfast King had made. Twenty minutes after that I was behind Ace, my backpack on my back, the address and phone number safely tucked inside, the wind blowing through my hair as we roared off to Harlow station. I got off, gave Ace a quick kiss (neither of us could care less if anyone was offended), and went into the station. "See you tomorrow, Jack, have fun!" "Bye, Ace, thanks, I will." ***** When I got to Grovelands Park I sat down near the swings where Jack and I had agreed to meet Dan at midday. It was 11.40, and there was no sign of either of them. There were half a dozen kids playing and none of them paid any attention to me. After ten minutes I saw Jack coming. As soon as he saw me he waved and ran towards me. "Any sign of Dan?" he asked. "No, not yet. I hope he can make it. We'll give him until quarter past." Giving him until quarter past was, in the end, not needed because at about one minute to twelve he appeared from the woods dashing at top speed towards the swings. "Whoo, made it!" he panted, "I was afraid you mightn't wait for me." "Dan," I said, "there's no way we're not going to wait for the star of the show." He blushed, but I think he was pleased. The more teenage cocks he saw - and got to grips with - the more he knew his was special. He and Jack and I set off for an afternoon of sin with Bob and Steve. Jack hasn't had the pleasure of quality time with Dan yet. I could tell he was keen to put that right. Dan told us that he had to be home before tea-time at 6. When we got there Bob saw us coming and opened the door. "Come on," he said, "Greg's fixed lunch before we get down to it." I hoped Greg would remain invisible, and I was glad when we got to the kitchen, where lunch was set out, and Steve said, "Greg's done all this, but he's out for the afternoon." A quick wink told me that it was much more likely that Greg would be at his perving station, watching the action. I guessed that he had been briefed that, in return for being well out of sight, he would get to see what Dan had to offer, and to see it in a variety of roles. Lunch was a variety of sandwiches, strawberries and cream, and fizzy drinks. Ideal for giving us a good energy buzz as well as a general filling of bladders. Our hosts asked what we wanted to do. "Youngest chooses first," said Bob, as the eldest. Dan thought about what was being offered - carte blanche to do what he liked, it seemed. "Well," he said, "I've not done anything with Jack. He saw me wank in the woods, but we've not done anything together. I'd like to fuck Jack." Jack's eyes lit up. "Wow!" he said, "I hope I can take it all." "What else, Dan?" asked Steve. "I don't know," he said, sensibly adding, "whatever seems a good idea at the time." "Steve's next youngest," said Bob, "what about it?" "I haven't fucked anybody yet," he said, "all I've done is suck people's cocks. I like that, and now's a good time to see whether I like fucking. I generally get fucked, so I think I'm more of a bottom." The rest of us agreed that being fucked by Steve was an entirely pleasing prospect, although it was unlikely that all four of us would experience it today. Jack was next. "I'm up for everything," he said, "I like fucking and I like sucking. Any cock or arse that comes near is likely to be visited." I marvelled at how much Jack had changed in less than a month. Here was a boy who had gone from being shy and lonely to one who was not only sexually active, but one who, among his peers, was quite unashamed about the extent of his appetite. I hope the fairy was taking some of the credit. "That's you happy then, Jack," grinned Steve, "Peter's next." I told them that I wanted to fist Bob and, if I could and he was happy to let me try, fist Dan. "Like Jack," I said, "I'm up for anything." Bob, the eldest, said that he was the opposite of Steve. He generally fucked but today he wanted to suck all four cocks. We had an impressive agenda before us. We all went upstairs to the boys' suite. For some reason no-one seemed to want to start the ball rolling, and we were all lying on Bob's bed. "At least let's get our kit off," suggested Dan, keener that the rest of us to get on with it. This didn't take long and soon five boys were naked on Bob's bed with five untidy piles of rapidly-shed clothes in the corner. Five hard cocks were on display, five foreskins ready to be peeled back. I could imagine Greg's eyes taking in the unexpected sight of Dan's 8 inches, and I wondered - not for the first time - how the poor bugger dealt with it. Not having a cock must make achieving a sexual release somewhat troublesome. Maybe I would get the chance to find out tomorrow. Steve was first off the mark, diving onto Dan and putting his lips round the end of the 10-year-old's cock, licking the glans and eliciting a moan from him. "Go on, S," said his brother, "see if you can take it all this time." He explained that the first time they had played with Dan a few weeks ago Steve had tried to take the whole thing in, and had ended up with at least five inches down his throat, causing him to throw up. Luckily they had been in the bathroom and Dan had whipped his cock out, safe from any teeth. No cock had been harmed in this process. Gradually Steve lowered his head until half of Dan's cock had disappeared. "That's a lot further than last time," said Bob, "go on, see how much more you can do." Steve swallowed and another inch went in. Would Steve gag? We all held our breath, much in the same way as a rabbit is supposed to remain transfixed by a snake. Well, this snake was gradually engulfed as Steve convulsively swallowed over and over again. Sweat was breaking out on his brow and he was clearly uncomfortable, but he kept Dan fully in for several seconds before the effort was too much and he gagged. Dan whipped his cock out, but this time Steve didn't throw up. "Well done!" exclaimed Bob, and the rest of us joined in. Dan said that that was the first time anyone had done that, and that it had felt fantastic. I could tell that this was something which both of them would wish to practise until it became routine. "You need a rest, Steve," I said, "it's time big boy was on the receiving end of something big. Come on, Dan, crouch here with your arse in the air. It's time for electric bubbles again." Dan grinned, "I liked that." Yesterday's biro mark was still visible, I noticed. Bob passed me the lube and the other three settled down to watch. Jack was stroking Steve's cock. I lubed my fingers and bent to lick Dan's perineum. I had fingered him a few days ago and got the three fingers that matter inside, finding a tiny prostate. It took only four minutes of gradual penetration to reach that position today. "Comfy with that?" I asked him. "Mmmm, yes, I love it. What are you going to do?" I told him that I wanted to see if I could get my whole hand in. He seemed doubtful, but when I pushed my fingers in a bit deeper - as far as they would go - he moaned and said that, to hell with it, I should try. "But if it hurts, you'll stop, Peter?" I assured him I would. Out with the fingers, a sigh from Dan, a lot of lube squirted into his open arse, and more on my hand. "Hold his arse cheeks apart, someone," I said. Bob obliged and Dan was ready. I made the wedge and got it in almost to my knuckles. I stopped. "This is where it'll hurt, or not hurt," I said, "you're in charge, Dan." "Hold it a sec," he said, "let me get used to it - it's a great feeling having your arse stretched like this - OK, try getting it in." "OK, but push hard as though you're shitting," I said, and waited for the inevitable. I felt him push and - "hard," I said - he pushed again and my fist slipped in easily. "Aaaaaah!" from Dan, "that hurt, but only for a second, oh! God! it feels great." I rotated my fist so that my knuckles rubbed over the ultra-sensitive inside of his rectum. "Aaaaaah!" Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the sight of my fisting Dan had caused Steve and Jack to take up a 69 position. They were oblivious to my performance, intent only on their own pleasure. I slowly pushed as far up Dan as I could, carefully feeling for the bend in his gut. When I got there the biro mark was still three inches outside him. I pointed it out to Bob. "See that mark? I got my fist up my lover as far as that last night - no, this morning." "Christ!" said Bob, he must be huge." "No, 28," I said, adding nothing. Bob looked at me with a new regard. "Lover?" "Yeah." Dan's moans were coming to a climax, so I increased my rotation speed, and Dan got there. Bob dived underneath just in time to feel Dan's cock desperately trying to ejaculate into his mouth. "Oh fuck, that's good," whispered Dan, "did I squirt, Bob? It was the best cum." Bob had to tell him that his first wet cum still lay ahead, but would probably happen soon. "With a cock that size your balls will be making spunk any week now." Probably not true, but an encouraging thing to hear at 10 ½. While I was still up inside Dan Bob leant over and whispered in my ear. "That looked so sexy, and Dan was so away with it that I want you to do that to me. You fucked me last time, and I don't generally like it up my arse, but I've got to try that." "Now?" "Yeah, you're all lubed up." It didn't take long for me to get to the knuckles-ready-to push stage with Bob. As with Dan when I told him to push hard the relaxation in his muscle let my fist slip right in. He cried out, but, as Dan had done, he said that the pain was brief. Dan had recovered enough to get underneath Bob and was sucking his cock and stroking his balls. It wasn't long before Bob erupted into the younger boy's mouth, a mouth which was only too happy to swallow the fistee's first offering. The biro mark was only two inches short this time. Steve and Jack had completed their coupling with, from the sound of it, satisfactory cums. Everybody had come apart from me. "Come here, Dan, and suck mine," I said. We had 69'ed the last time, but I hadn't cum then. This time it would be different. The height difference wasn't too great a difficulty, and Dan went to work with gusto. I soon felt the spunk rising. "Coming," I said, and as it gushed into his mouth he went on sucking and swallowing. "I've not swallowed it before," he said, "but it's nice." After a pause to gather our strength - it didn't take long - we embarked on a second round. A third followed after a rather longer pause. By 5 o'clock all five of us had had someone's cock erupting in our mouth, had fucked someone, and had been fucked by someone. We were all whacked, and we all stank. We got into the bath and, by general agreement, we all pissed over each other before running any water. By half past five we were all clean and dry and back in our clothes. Dan started to leave, but Bob stopped him. "I'll come with you," he said, and the two of them left together. Was this the start of something special, or merely a date being made for the next afternoon of sin? As I was staying for the night that left Jack. "I'll walk home with Jack," I told Steve, "I'll be back soon." We walked slowly to Jack's house, less than a mile way. "This is it then," he said sadly, "I really won't see you again." "That's right. Steve and I will do our thing tomorrow and Bob'll come to your place. I won't be here after tomorrow. You've got a whole bunch of new friends though. I'll miss you," I said, "you've come a long way since that train-spotting day at Kings Cross." "Yes, and often," he grinned. It was good that his sense of humour was helping him through a difficult few minutes. A few yards short of his house I gave him a hug and whispered in his ear. "Good bye, Jack. Tell Polly I love her, and remember I love you too. Have fun." I turned to go. When I got to the corner I looked back - he was still standing where I'd left him. He waved; I waved back; I turned the corner and was gone. When I got back to Bob and Steve's there was still no sign of Bob. "What's with him and Dan?" I asked. "Not sure," said Steve, "but you're right, there's certainly something. I like Dan - he's fun for a kid, and his cock's something special - but take that away and he's still only a 10-year-old" - (again that 10 ½ from afar) - "and we're not interested in the things he's interested in." "You say 'we', but I think Bob's got a crush on him," I pointed out. "Could be," agreed Steve, "but I'm the one that's a bottom, and Bob's more a top. That suits us well enough, but where does Dan fit in?" "Wherever he can, I suppose," a remark which had us both in fits of giggles. We agreed that sussing out what attracted two other people to each other was beyond understanding. "Look at us two tomorrow," he pointed out. "True. Have you been preparing?" I asked. "Oh yes, lots of fruit and veg, and I haven't eaten meat since Sunday lunch. I haven't gone since yesterday either." I grinned, "good! Have you seen the sling yet?" "No way. Greg's refused to show it to us until tomorrow. He won't tell me what the little extras are either. He's really looking forward to showing it all to you - after all, you paid for it." Bob reappeared at that point. "I've persuaded Dan to come with me to Jack's tomorrow while you two perverts do your disgusting thing." I was glad - the more fun Jack was getting the better I felt. I was curious too, so I asked him what it was that attracted him to Dan. "It's pretty obvious, isn't it?" he said, rather defensively, "Dan's cock isn't something you want to kiss good-bye to - no, that's not quite right. I want to kiss it all the time - oh, bugger! If you must know I think he's cute and I just want to cuddle him like a puppy." "More like a baby donkey," commented Steve, "but I'm glad you've got a puppy - no, really," as Bob gave him an angry look. It was feeding time again. Greg had clearly returned from his afternoon's 'absence' and he was all smiles as we went down to the kitchen. "Happy, boys?" was his greeting. "Indeed we are, Greg, and looking forward very much to seeing the results of your shopping trip tomorrow," I said, "have you had a nice afternoon?" This provoked an old-fashioned look. Tomorrow I might get closer to the bottom of the Greg mystery. The food was good and healthy - salad with cold meats (I noticed that Steve avoided these, so I felt I had to do the same) and fruit. "Because this is a special occasion," he said (I wondered why), "I've got a little treat. Don't tell anyone." He produced a bottle of white wine from the fridge and ceremoniously uncorked it. Each of us got a glass - he included himself. Bob and Steve looked at each other. "What's going on?" asked Bob, "you've never given us wine before." "No, but you two do a lot of things you shouldn't be doing, and drinking a glass of wine isn't going to condemn you to Hell. Don't swig it, just do what Peter does: he's the expert in this kind of thing." How on earth had Greg worked that out, I wondered? "Well, thanks for that, Greg," I said, "I'll propose a toast. Raise your glasses, boys, to Greg - the faithful friend who has taught you so much, and bought me so much; Greg, we hope your cameras never fail." Greg was taken aback that his cameras were known to me, but he recovered quickly and smiled as we lifted our glasses. "Well, you buggers," he said, "enjoy the rest of the day - see you tomorrow, Peter." And he went off, to his cameras, no doubt. We had the evening, and indeed the night, before us. I needed a break. "Let's go to the pictures," I said. I knew there was an ABC at the bottom of Station Road (pulled down long ago, alas), only about a mile way. "What's on?" In those happy days a cinema, even a big one, had only one screen, and the audience could reach several hundred if the film was a popular one. I recall watching all kinds of things at this cinema, the ever-present cigarette smoke wreathing in the projector's light - happy days! Bob looked in the local paper - "Something called 'Giant'," he said. "Have you seen it?" I asked. They shook their heads. This was going to be a real eye-opener! "Well, you must. It's a great movie. James Dean's in it." This information clearly meant nothing, so I embarked on about 100 reasons why we should go and see this masterpiece. ***** Can you imagine what it must have been like to see 'Giant' for the first time at their age? They were blown away, and I think the late James had two devoted fans. I wondered how they would feel when 'Stand by me' came out in 1986. Would they feel the same way about River Phoenix - mind you, he didn't die until 1993. What a bugger! We walked back up Station Road and back to their house. Greg was still up, keen no doubt to get to his cameras for any late action. "A bed-time snack, gentlemen?" We accepted the offer of cocoa and biscuits, always welcome to hungry teenagers with sex on their minds. When we'd finished we trooped upstairs with a "Good night, Greg, see you tomorrow," knowing that he would be seeing us well before then. Bob said, "you two will be all over each other tomorrow, so I'm having our guest tonight. OK?" Who could object to an invitation so graciously offered? "Yeah, I'm up for that, Bob," I said, "see you tomorrow, Steve." Clothes off, teeth brushed, bladders emptied, Bob and I got into his bed. Steve went into his room and was soon asleep. He wanted to be fresh for tomorrow, no doubt. "What did you have in mind?" I asked quietly. "That fisting thing was great, but I don't think I want to do it again. I'd like to fuck you." That was fine by me. "How d'you want me?" I asked. "On your back with your ankles behind my neck," he replied, "that's my favourite way." As it was my favourite too I was pleased. "Let's get each other warmed up first," I said, "let's 69. Last time we 69'ed we came in each other's mouth - I don't want us to cum this time. You're going to cum up my arse. I don't know where I'll cum, but I'll know when the time comes." We got into 69 position, but instead of taking his cock in my mouth (much as I wanted to) I scooted a bit lower and got my tongue into position to rim him. "I get the picture," he said, and we both got down to some serious tongue music. "Get your fingers up me," I whispered, "use the lube." After ten minutes of this I needed his cock in me: his fingers were OK at firing me up, but I knew his cock would be better. We got into position and he placed his cock at the entrance. He smiled and said, "ready?" "Yes, boss, fill me up." In he went, slowly, slowly, his cock pressing on my insides, moist, welcoming, clasping and sucking him in further, further until his belly was pressed hard against my arse cheeks. I clasped my ankles tight behind his shoulders and my arms around his waist. "Now fuck the daylights out of me," I begged. He needed no encouragement, and for several minutes he thrust into me. He was pretty good, actually, and I enjoyed the feeling of his cock filling me up. It wasn't a patch on King or Ace, but a fuck is a fuck, after all. There was no way I was going to come though. He, on the other hand, was speeding up and sweat was dropping from his forehead. "Getting there," he muttered through gritted teeth - (why do our faces express pain while we're approaching ecstasy?) - "yesyesyesyesssssss" and his cock swelled and started to pump his hot teen spunk up into me. "Oh yes, Bob," I said, "I can feel your cum in me." He collapsed onto me and I held him in my arms as his breath slowly returned to normal. His cock slid out, as did his cum. Greg would enjoy making the bed tomorrow, no doubt. Oddly enough I had no need to come then. The whole performance, while being enjoyable, had done nothing to get me going. I was tired. I needed to sleep. Bob rolled off me. "Let's sleep," I said. He grunted. So much for the considerate host. =============================================================================== Readers of a sensitive nature should be warned that the next day's activities with Steve will, like those some days ago, be concerned with matters scat. The next episode will therefore be posted under 'Urination' as 'Scat Games with Steve-2'. Normal service, if you'll excuse the expression. will be resumed after I get back home to Ace tomorrow evening. badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions. 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