Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2017 09:54:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 9 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 (you may wish to do this more than once) 2 Wipe carefully 3 Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. =============================================================================== Chapter 9 Next morning I woke not remembering where I was. As I stirred I felt a soft pair of lips at my cock - maybe this is what woke me. Peter very softly and gently sucked my hardening cock into his mouth and gave me the nicest first-thing-in-the-morning blowjob I'd had for 50-odd years. My room-mate and lover at college had been pretty good (we 69ed most mornings for a year) and it was nice to drift back to being only 6 years older than I was now as my orgasm approached. I tried to avoid thrusting, contenting myself with twitching as the spunk rose up through my cock into his mouth. After last night's mammoth cum there wasn't that much to greet his tonsils this morning, but the feeling was almost as good. I don't know why different cums are so different in intensity. The common-or-garden wank because you feel like one are OK, and the cums with someone else, whether in a boy's mouth or up his arse, are so much better. They're all nice though, especially when you're 70-going-on-14. I made to attend to Peter's cock, but he said no, it would be better to save it for later. You 14-year-olds, he said, could conjure up a whole vichyssoise 20 minutes after the last one, but old men like him (25 - if only he knew!) needed longer to fill the tank. We drove to Plymouth and delivered the load. After that Peter was free for 4 days! We drove to Camborne and parked the lorry outside his bungalow. Inside it was pretty basic as he lived there on his own. There was a living room, kitchen, bathroom and a bedroom. The only place which was unusual was the bedroom. He had covered the ceiling and wall behind the bed-head with mirrors. The bed itself - what we would now call a king-size double - took up most of the room. There were short posts at the four corners of the bed at the ends of the headboard and footboard. It didn't take much imagination to see why he had arranged matters thus. It was going to be a very interesting few days! It was now late morning, and baking hot. I asked if we could go and bathe. He smiled, "of course, c'mon." We drove the few miles to the sea and down a little-used track. "This isn't the main beach," he said, "that's a mile that way. This is special - you'll see." We walked down to the sand, into a concrete changing block. It was pretty basic with showers and a toilet cubicle, and wooden lockers for clothes. I was suddenly aware that I had being going commando ever since I was 70 three days ago, and that I had no trunks. I pointed this out, but Peter laughed. "This is a nudist beach - that's why I live here and that's why I brought you here. There's no rule about it, but over the years it's accepted that that end" (he pointed away to the left) "is where the women go and this end is for men. There will only be guys, don't worry." "What if I get a stiffy?" I asked, knowing very well that my 14-year-old cock would be up and dancing within moments. "Don't worry," he said, "it happens all the time. The men and older boys have all been through the stiffy-on-arrival stage - the straight adults will ignore it, the kids will giggle, and the gay guys - whether 14 or 40 - will look at it and admire it. Most of them will probably want to get to know it better. You have to decide, now, before we go out onto the beach, how you want to deal with it. If you stick by me the message will be clear that you aren't cruising. If you see someone you fancy then tell me and we'll see how to take it forward. I know most of the men here and there are plenty I wouldn't trust." Reassured by this, not that I was really very worried, I stripped off and we locked our clothes away. When we walked out of the changing block with just a towel to sit on it was a delight to feel the hot sun on the bits that the sun didn't normally get to. I was, of course, pale white all over, but Peter had a nice tan. In the darkness last night I hadn't noticed that he had no tan line - this must be where he did all his sunbathing. We walked across the beach and put the towel down. There were several men and boys, all naked of course. The sheer variety of cocks was amazing. Mine was hard straight away, of course, and a couple of nearby kids smiled. I smiled back - why not? you never know where the next fumble might be lurking - but neither of them responded. "Let's get in the sea," said Peter, "race you." His cock, still soft, swung heavily from side to side as he ran; mine just pointed the way. Once in the sea, however, it shrank and as we swam around sex, for once, was absent from my mind. It was glorious being naked in the sea - the feeling of water on your cock and balls is so alive-making compared with all your junk being in wrapped in trunks. As we came out of the water Peter waved at a friend of his who came over and stood beside us. Peter introduced him as Alan. He was older than Peter, probably about 35, but still fit and tanned. "Where's Fred?" asked Peter. "Oh, he's about somewhere - he's brought a school friend with him. They're probably in the bushes somewhere." This was interesting on several levels. Was Fred his son or his boyfriend? If the boys being in the bushes wasn't something Alan was worried about were they doing whatever it was (and I could guess) without Alan being bothered? How old were the boys? I hoped I would find out. Fred sat down. "Is this one yours, Peter?" I wasn't sure whether he was asking me or the other Peter, but when both of us said "yes" at the same moment it was clear that all three of us were on the same wavelength. "Yes," said Peter, "we met up yesterday and he's here for a few days." Fred paid me more attention then, having a good perv at my luscious body (though I say so myself - it hasn't been in this good nick for well over 50 years). I gave him a once-over, and liked what I saw. A fat cut cock with no hair (maybe it's a nudist thing, I thought; without kit on you need to get rid of your bush so that guys can see the meat properly). Nice pecs, and a warm smile. If, as I hoped, this might become a fivesome (much better than a foursome) I wasn't going to say no. Just then two boys appeared from the dunes behind us, and ran to join us. Alan introduced them as Fred and Harry, both 13. Fred was Alan's son and Harry was a neighbour's boy in the same class as Fred. They were both tanned all over. Fred's cock was cut like his father's and Harry's was like mine, with a generous foreskin. It was pretty clear from the semi-erect nature of both boys that they hadn't been idle in the bushes. Fred said, "Peter and Peter are here for a few days. If you two haven't sucked each other dry up there it will be nice to spend some time together, just the five of us." "Oh, Dad," said Fred, "you're so unsubtle. You know that even if we had sucked each other dry we'd be up for it again ten minutes later - look at Harry's: it's half up already just gazing at Peter's." There were too many Peters in this conversation, I thought, and if we were going to get it on as a group we had to find a way of differentiating - as it were - Big Peter and not so big Peter. I said, "it'll be easier if you call me something else. Call me Woody." Gales of laughter all round. Peter and Alan exchanged a look, with eyebrows raised in question. Then they both nodded at the same time and smiled. "Look boys," said Alan to Fred and Harry, "I know Peter and it's clear that he and Woody here" (more giggles) "do what we do. How about we get together with them for some fun? What do you think?" What 13-year-old is going to turn that offer down, I wondered. It would be an eye-opener for all of us. Fred and Harry looked at each other, looked at me, looked at my cock (even more keenly that he had been doing already), giggled some more, and Fred said, "OK, Dad, that sounds like fun. Where will we go?" "Slow down," said Alan, "Peter and I have got to sort things out. You'll want to eat, I expect, as well as do all the other stuff. Food doesn't just appear, you know. Give us 20 minutes. Why don't you three kids bugger off and get acquainted? Take Woody into the long grass." So off we went, three randy boys (all with hardening cocks), six balls and two foreskins. I was keen to experience Fred's cut cock as all the five boys I'd played with so far as a 14-year-old were uncut. I guessed that docking with Fred was maybe something Harry hadn't thought of. Once in the dunes we sat down on a patch of grass and talked about what we liked and didn't like. It turned out that Fred's mum had walked out when he was 8, having discovered that her perfect husband was, as she put it, "a filthy queer", leaving Alan, the filthy queer himself, to bring up Fred on his own. Fred had no idea why she had not taken him with her, but since Alan had soon introduced a (very willing, as it turned out) 8-year-old to practices his ex-wife would have shuddered to describe, he didn't mind too much. Not now anyway. He and Harry had found that each of them liked looking at other boys' cocks in the school changing room, had particularly liked looking at each other's cock, and had even more liked what they soon found themselves doing with each other's cock in Fred's bedroom most days. Harry's father wasn't around any more (a suggestion of prison, perhaps?) and his mother didn't care greatly what happened to him as long as he didn't interfere with her succession of "uncles". Luckily none of the "uncles" interfered with him. leaving the field clear for Fred to suggest that Alan might care to. All that took some telling, and they wanted to know about me. I simply said I was visiting for a month and that Peter had stopped to give me a lift yesterday. "Did he do you?" asked Fred. "Yes, and it was super - the best fuck in a long time." (Over 50 years, but I didn't want to confuse them.) "Does your Dad do both of you?" It seemed he did, and was thoughtful as well as energetic in his servicing of them. I noted that all three of us were mow flying at full mast. Pity to waste the 20 minutes we had been given. "Come over here, Fred," I said, "I want to try something. "Harry, you can watch, and if you've never done this with Fred you'll be able to after I've gone." I stood facing Fred and pulled my foreskin right back. I held his cock and brought his glans into contact with mine - both were slick with juice by now. I then eased my foreskin over both our cock-heads, causing Fred to shiver with delight. "That's called docking," I explained, "and now we're docked all sorts of things can happen. I can wank us both, gripping my foreskin as it runs over both our cocks, or you can do it, or," I paused - oh, go for it, Peter, sorry, Woody - "I can piss." "Piss?" said Fred, "you mean here, all over my cock>" "Yes, if you like. We're naked and it'll wash off." I could sense that he wasn't too keen, so I decided to see whether the spectator in Harry would make a difference. "What d'you think, Harry, d'you want to see me piss on his cock?" Harry though a moment, tugging his own cock as though doing so would help him make up his mind. "Yeah, that would be right mucky. Go on, Woody, piss on 'im. C'mon Fred, it'll be good - let's see it, then." Ever quick to satisfy at least one of my audience, and before Fred could disengage, I gripped my foreskin tightly round below Fred's glans and let go with the piss. Both boys' eyes were out on stalks as the first good gush of piss swelled and filled my foreskin like a balloon before I relaxed my grip slightly and the contents sprayed over Fred's belly. "Ugh!" said Fred at exactly the moment Harry said "Wow!" About a quarter of a second after he said "Wow" Harry said "me now!" in the sort of tone that an older boy intent on hosing down a naked 13-year-old could not hesitate in obeying. I stopped as best I could and managed to get Harry to pull his foreskin back so that I could dock with him. More gushing, more ballooning of my foreskin, more spraying, this time all over Harry. "Oh, fuck it," muttered Fred, "I'd better get used to this. Do me again, Woody." So, disengaging again I resumed with Fred - a third gush, a third ballooning. I still had some piss left, so I turned to Harry. "You dock with me now, and get some practice. Do what I tell you." We both pulled our foreskins back, Fred watching with, I thought, a trace of regret that this useful thing was denied him, and Harry closed in on my glans. "Now flick it closed over mine," I said, "and grip firmly. OK?" "Mmm." "Then piss, and keep on going. Your foreskin will fill up and there'll be so much piss in it that it'll slip out of your fingers ..." which it did at that moment. What was in his foreskin splashed all down me. "Keep on, Harry, do it on Fred," I cried, and within a few seconds all three of us were happily pissing all over each other. Flaccid cocks are fine for pissing, but once the piss has run dry the sight of your, and another boy's, naked body glistening with piss fills the cock with all the energy it needs for a good wanking race. I had begun to form a plan for something to be tried with these two in a day or two, but right now speed was the object. "Race you both," I said and grabbing my cock I thrashed it as fast as I could. The others immediately followed and, although they had come less than an hour ago, they weren't far behind me in shooting their spunk onto the grass in front of them. I wish I had timed it - mine was around 15 seconds, still a good few seconds longer than my World Record. It wasn't until I was quite a bit older than 14 that it dawned on me that the winner should really be the boy who could make his ecstasy last the longest, not the first to unload. But now I had 56 years of experience, and I looked forward to sharing it with Fred and Harry. We finished off, wiping the last drops of cum off our fingers (I licked mine, of course, and the other two boys noticed this, so I made a "yum-yum" face and smacked my lips. No harm in letting them see that boundaries were there to be stretched). When we rejoined Peter and Alan they told us what the plans were for that night. And very interesting they were! =============================================================================== Thanks to the guys who've already been on with ideas - keep them coming. If you have things you would like to read about while I do them, email me at badboi666 "at" btinternet "dot" com and let me know. Tell me your most depraved fantasies: I'm 70, after all, and won't be shocked. Even if I am only 14 to look at ... or touch ... or suck ... or fuck ... or piss on.