Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2017 15:49:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 15 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 =============================================================================== Chapter 15 The next morning we awoke in the same heap. Fred and I were the first, as usual. "We're leaving this morning," Fred told me. "Dad didn't want to say anything last night, but he has to be at work this afternoon." I was disappointed by this as I wanted to have more action with him and Harry. I wasn't sad to see the back of Alan though. It was nice being fucked by him, but I didn't like him much as a person. I decided that if they were only going to be here for another hour or two it was important not to waste it. We poked Harry. "Come on." The three of us had our routine early morning piss session. I could tell that Fred and Harry, already horny young piss-freaks, would incorporate pissing in their own relationship. Alan wasn't keen - that much was clear - but two 13-year-olds who are being happily fucked by one of their fathers don't only have sex with him. After we had drenched each other with piss and, knowing this would be the last time, I knelt and sucked each of their pissy cocks. The taste was strong, but not unpleasant to a 70-year-old piss-freak like me. "Can you manage to cum?" I asked them. What a damfool question, I thought, it's got to be 7 hours since their double cum of last night. Sure enough each of them bent to his task with a will, and within half a minute Fred's cock had coated my tongue (salty) to be followed 15 seconds later by Harry's tasty sweet load. When I had swallowed their cum I took each of their ball-bags separately in my mouth to get the full sweaty boy-taste. Bliss! After a shower it was time for breakfast. Alan and Peter said their goodbyes. Fred and Harry got into Alan's car and they were gone. Peter and I were left watching the car drive away. We went back into the house. "Well, Peter - I can call you that again," he said, "what did you make of all that?" I told him that I didn't like Alan much although the sex with him had been great. "Not as good as with you, of course." (The mark of a good guest, and all that.) I was impressed by how easy with their queerness Fred and Harry were (being careful to avoid saying 'gayness' as I wasn't sure that the term was in general use 60 years ago). "Yes," he agreed, "it's nice to see how well-adjusted they are. I certainly wasn't when I was 13." I was about to add 'nor was I' when it dawned on me that that would have given the game away rather. I must be more careful in conversation, I thought. "I liked sex with both of them, but I prefer Zak. I think he's gorgeous and I have a feeling he's a bit in love with me. I don't want to hurt him as I'll be going tomorrow and we'll never see each other again. That happens, but it's always painful, and as he's only 12 it might be a pain he's never had before." I paused, uncertain how to continue. "Peter," I said in the way that teenagers have when they want to say something but aren't sure of their reception, "can I ask you something?" "For someone whom I've fucked and sucked you seem oddly hesitant. What is it? Would it help if I called you Woody?" "No," I laughed, glad that the awkwardness had been acknowledged. "I have an idea. Zak lives in Camborne; he knows who you are and he was happy and relaxed here. Would you mind if he came here sometimes after I've gone?" "Are you saying would I mind if he came here and we fucked and he was my boyfriend?" "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Would you?" "I would love it - 12 is my favourite age for a boy, as there's three or four years before he starts being more physically adult than the kind I really like. But surely it's up to him." "Of course, but you wouldn't object?" "No, Woody, Peter, whatever, I wouldn't. I'd be very happy indeed. Can we leave it there now?" I felt much happier. When Zak came for the night it would just be the three of us, and if I was any judge (and I am, believe me) there would be two love affairs going on. One, between two boys, would leave the younger boy filled with an emotion he'd never had before, but then filled with a sadness that would seem unfathomable. The other, between man and grieving boy, would develop as the man comforted the boy emotionally and sexually. My guess would be that Peter and Zak might very well grow old together, or if not 'old' then a good deal older than they were then. In 1957 that was a pretty radical thought, but I was thinking it from the viewpoint of 2017 by which time it would seem perfectly reasonable. OK, they would have to be pretty discreet for several years, but once ... oh, stop dreaming, Peter, I said to myself, they'll sort it out for themselves. "Zak's mum probably thinks that Fred and Harry are still here. Will she be bothered that it's just us two, do you think," I asked Peter. "How will she know?" he replied, "I don't think we can tell her as we don't know who she is or where she lives. Let's let Zak worry about what his mum does or doesn't know. He seemed very bright to me." So we left it in the air. When Zak arrived he would see the situation. "What would you like to do until he appear?" said Peter. "I'd like nothing more than going to the beach, taking my clothes off, bathing and lying in the sun getting my bits nice and brown. If we're going to be busy tonight a rest would do me a lot of good." "Me too," grinned Peter, and we got into his lorry and drove off to the beach. It was nice to look at the other naked male bodies, all the more so knowing that all I was expected to do was watch, and maybe perv a bit at the sexier boys. They were of all ages from toddlers up to old, old men (even older than me). I studied them carefully and came to the conclusion I always do: what turns me on it hairless skinny boys - say 12 to 15 - whose entry into puberty means that can shoot spunk when they cum, but whose adult physique hasn't done much, if any, developing. Hairy bodies of any age are a turn-off, which is fine for the guys who like other hairy guys, because I'm not competing with them. Older teenagers and adult men up to, say, their late 20s are fine, but not top of my pile of lust objects. Luckily there were enough 12 to 15s and slim older types that my eyes were kept happy as I tanned myself. I looked down. Cock doing nicely, I thought to myself. I wish I'd got this nudist kick when I really was only 14. Think of the fucks I'd have got from older boys when they saw I had no tan line - their curiosity would have emboldened them, surely. After a happy relaxing day it was time to head back to Camborne. Knowing what I knew I felt that tonight was going to be the high point of my visit to 1957 so far. We stopped of on the way to buy some snack food and more wine - I was finding my adult taste for wine was agreeably well-developed for a 14-year-old. The fairy had been generous with the selection of her favours. We had no idea when Zak would show up, but at just after 7 there was a scrunch of bike tyres and there he was. His mum had done a good job on him. He was wearing a neat clean t-shirt, smart red shorts and sandals (bare feet, I was delighted to note). His hair was neatly combed and parted and he was carrying a rucksack with his night things. I guessed that Zak had accepted instructions to pack these, knowing both that they would not be needed, and that saying so would have been fatal. He seemed slightly shy, not surprisingly given that we were all fully clothed. I pulled him into the house and gave him a big hug. "I was worried in case you might not come," I said, "I've really been looking forward to seeing you all day." "Me too," he agreed, and he turned to greet Peter. "What should I call you?" he asked. "We live in the same town and I've seen you in shops and that, but I don't know your name." "My name's on the side of my lorry, dummy," grinned Peter, "but while you're here in the house then you just call me Peter." Zak blushed, but I could see he was glad with the intimacy of being asked to call a grow-up by his first name. "Where are Fred and Harry?" he asked. "They went this morning," I said, "their Dad drove off after breakfast." "Was that their Dad?" he exclaimed, "were they doing all that sex stuff with their Dad?" I explained that Alan was Fred's dad, and gave him the history as far as I knew it. It was clearly a new idea to Zak that dads came in two different types - those that fucked their sons, and the other kind. Zak's was clearly in the latter, larger, group. We took Zak into the kitchen where the grub was laid out, and we all started in on crisps, sausages, coke, more crisps, wine, pork pies, more wine - you know the sort of thing. "Can I try some wine?" asked Zak when he saw me guzzling. "Yes," replied Peter, "but just think a bit first. You're what - 12? - you've not had wine before. If you drink too much you'll feel great for 10 minutes, then you'll feel awful and throw up and that's that for the night. Woody thinks you've come for more interesting things" (Zak nodded vigorously) "so why don't we do what French kids do? Half wine, half water. That way you get a full glass without getting drunk." Zak took all this in. A bit of him wanted to be grown up and drink wine, but a bigger bit (and the bit lower down that wasn't bigger yet) wanted to be grown up and fuck - well, do sexy things anyway. His cock won. "No, I'll stay with Coke. What you said makes sense." I could see Peter was very pleased with this answer. After we'd finished eating it was nearly dark. I suggested that Zak and I should go into the garden while Peter cleared up (this said with a meaningful look at Peter). When we were outside I started to take off my clothes. "You too, Zak, it's naked from now on." Within a minute we were both naked, our clothes in a heap by the door. "Come on," I said, and led him into the long grass. "Do you know what's going to happen tonight?" I asked. "No," he said, "but whatever it is I know I'm going to love it. I know I'm queer - well, I know I like looking at boys in the changing room, and all the things we've done in the last couple of days makes me pretty sure I'm right. Peter is OK with all that, and he's an adult, so I guess he's queer too." I nodded. "And he likes boys, like I do?" I nodded again. "Well then, you like boys, he likes boys, I like fooling around with you lot. What can be wrong with that?" This was all good news. I said, "My only rule is no pain, and nobody does anything that the other person doesn't want. That's why I was so cross with that cunt in the cinema." "Oh, I meant to tell you," he said, "my mum said her friend in Penzance told her that the cinema was closed for a week. Repairs, she said. I thought you'd like to know," he smiled. "Are there things you want to do?" I asked him, "or things you'd say 'no' to?" He thought a bit. "You've fucked me once, and I 69ed with Harry. We've done pissy stuff on each other. I want you to fuck me again - would you?" Would I! "What about Peter?" I asked, treading carefully. "He's very gentle, in fact he's the gentlest lover I've had." "When you fucked me I thought I'd died and gone to heaven," said Zak, "and if Peter fucks me as gently as you did then it'll be even heavenlier. But his cock's a lot bigger than yours, so won't it hurt?" I thought carefully before replying. "I'll be honest with you, Zak, because I care about you. It probably will hurt at first - not really really hurt, but hurt a bit, and for a minute or so. Peter will make sure your arse is well opened-up and you're well lubed before he puts his cock in, and I'll make sure you're OK. Once the pain subsides the pleasure will be better than when I fuck you because his cock will stretch you more and fill you up more. That's what makes being fucked so amazing. Trust me." "I do, Woody," and he came into my arms for a cuddle. This was going to be a huge emotional roller-coater for all of us, I thought. "Let's go in then," I said, and holding hands we went into the house. Peter was there waiting. "I see you too are ready for action," he said, smiling, "I'd better join you - don't want to miss the fun. Before we start, though, are you happy with this, Zak?" Zak told him that he and I had had this discussion outside, and he was completely happy with whatever we might get up to. "Anything?" asked Peter, looking at me. "Yes," I told him, "we've talked about you maybe fucking Zak and how you would do so with as little pain as possible." "Well, let's go to bed then," said our host, and we both followed him. Once there Peter stripped off. Three naked males, total ages 51 (unless you count me properly). I decided it was up to me to start the party, so I made Zak lie down and I got straight into a 69 position on top of him. The 69 session he had had with Harry - his first - was something I wanted to improve on, so I decided to take my time and prolong the pleasure as long as I could. I licked his balls, one then the other, and took one into my mouth. Zak shivered. I swopped balls. Ignoring his insistent cock I scooted further down and licked his perineum from the back of his balls to his cute little arsehole. It twitched enticingly. Good, I thought, he's going to be a willing bottom, this boy. I tried to get my tongue into his arse but it didn't work. Maybe Peter would have more success - got to leave something for him, after all. Back to Zak's balls again. I can tell from his movements that he's keen for more cock-centred action, so I move to lick the underside of his stiff urgent boyhood. The boyhood twitched. With my fingers I rolled back his foreskin and tongued the underside again from root to frenulum. The twitching increased. All this time my cock was in his mouth, but he was too engrossed in what I was doing to think about what he could be doing to me. He would learn. More tongue travel from root to frenulum. More twitching, now accompanied by deep sighing. At last I enclosed the tip of his cock with my lips, allowing them to caress his glans on all sides. The twitching now began more to resemble thrashing. Getting near, I thought, time to stop. I removed my mouth from his cock and went straight back to rimming him. "Aaaah! that's so good, Woody!" I thought it was good too as the fragrance of 12-year-old arse (nice and clean, 'cos his mum sent him out properly) is up there with all the other heavenly aphrodisiacs. This time, after all the cock work, I noticed that his arse was much more receptive. In went a wet finger. "Oooh!" Then a second. "Oh, God! that's so hot - I feel full." You'll feel a lot fuller later on, I thought wickedly. Time to get him off for cum number one, I decided. I repeated the licking the underside of his cock ("I've never been as hard as this, Woody, I need to cum so badly"), then the frenulum-tickle, then the lips-on-glans caress, then ... a burst of cum rushes out of him, coating my lips with delicious spunk. And a second burst, accompanied by a howl of ecstasy, "Oh! fuck! fuckfuckfuck!" As his cock subsided I licked all traces of cum from it, and he allowed it to fall from my lips. "I must do you now," he said. "No, not now," I replied, "I want my first cum to be inside another bit of you while you're still hot from your cum. Turn over and kneel down." Once he was in position his soft cock let a last drop of cum pearl his foreskin (licked off by Peter, who had been watching, engrossed. Peter's tongue surprised Zak, whose eyes were shut, and when he opened them he gave a blissful smile). I settled down to the business of opening him up properly. My tongue and fingers soon had his arse lips opening, and when I had two well-lubed fingers deep inside him I could tell he was ready for a cock my size, if not yet Peter's. Plenty of time for that. I lay on my back. "Come and sit on my cock, Zak," I said. Carefully (his cock still pearly with yet more cum - Peter quick to clean up, as before) he squatted down over my belly with his arse over my cock. "Help him, Peter," I said, knowing that both of them would enjoy doing so. Peter held my cock and as Zak lowered his arse Peter guided it onto my cock head. As contact was made Zak's lips instinctively closed. "Pretend you're shitting," I said, and as he pushed his lips opened fully and the heat of his arse drew my cock in. "Aaah!" from Zak. I didn't know whether this was 'yes' or 'ow', so I held myself still, waiting for him to tell me when he was ready to be penetrated. "Yesss!" he growled, "stick it all in, fuck me hard." As I've said before, dirty talk always does it for me (and for Zak, clearly), so I set to with a will. Zak had cum only four minutes before but his cock was hardening as I plunged deeper into his soft welcoming insides. My cock rubbed against his prostate, eliciting squeals of pleasure. I was getting close, having worked myself up pretty effectively by the tongue action I'd been giving him. "Getting near," I gasped, and fucked him even deeper. As I felt my balls begin to churn I reached forward and pulled his body down, embracing him completely as my cock throbbed and unloaded deep inside him. "Oh, Zak," I moaned, "you're so good." We stayed like that for what seemed like ages, though it was probably only about three or four minutes. Zak was in my arms and his arms were round me. I heard him whisper softly, almost to himself, but I couldn't hear. "What d'you say?" I whispered in his ear. "That was the best moment of my whole life, Woody." He gazed right into my eyes and I saw the happiest 12-year-old I had ever seen. Gently I kissed his lips, not knowing how he would react. When I drew back he leant down and kissed me. I opened my lips and licked his lips, which opened, and soon our tongues were engaged in passionate thrusting. "I've never kissed anyone like that before," he panted when we broke for air. "Oh, Woody, I love you." "And I love you too, little one," I murmured, catching Peter's eye over the top of Zak's head. Zak was going to get hurt, and Peter would have to do the comforting. The look on his face told me that, thought it would be painful for Zak, he would have a much more permanent comforter in Peter. There was nothing to be done for the moment but continue to enjoy the post-orgasmic euphoria. Zak would never feel like this again. With luck he would have many more fucks, but he would never repeat the first few fucks when he was 12 and first felt the exhausting emotion of love. We were both in tears, and when we each looked into a pair of wet eyes the tenderness and love was even greater. Peter could no longer resist. He moved to lie beside our still-coupled bodies and embraced us both, kissing the back of Zak's neck and stroking his back. "Come on you two," he said, time to rest, "I guess you could both do with something to eat after all that exercise." With reluctance Zak and I let go of each other. My cock finally slipped out of him, followed by a rush of cum which pooled behind my cock on my balls. I reached down and gathered it in both hands, licking some up myself and offering the rest to Zak and Peter - one hand each. Peter licked his up immediately. Zak was hesitant at first, but when he saw Peter he quickly followed. "Mmm!" he said, "salty but nice." We didn't bother cleaning up, but went into the kitchen just as we were, sweaty and moist with cum and arse juices. The aroma was going to keep us all fired up for what was to come. Peter poured wine for himself and a wine-water mixture for Zak and me. I would have preferred wine by itself, but I could see that if I asked for that Zak would feel left out, and that was the last thing I wanted. Just sitting around doing nothing makes boys our age hungry: fucking (and being fucked) makes us ravenous, so despite it being only an hour since we last ate Zak and I were ready to refuel. Peter made some soup to go with the rest of the pork pies we had had earlier. It wasn't a gourmet feast, but it was exactly what was wanted then. I was impressed by the patience Peter was showing. He obviously wanted to get his hands on us, but he made himself wait. All the better it would be, of course, when we became a threesome. At last we finished eating. "Come through and lie on the bed," said Peter, "while the food settles." We followed him, knowing that there was about to be more fun. Peter told Zak to lie on his back and spread out like an X. I was going to enjoy watching this, I thought. "Close your eyes, Zak," he said. Peter climbed onto the bed and crouched over Zak's vulnerable young body. Zak's chest was rising and falling quickly as his breath was coming in short gasps - he was ready for whatever Peter was going to do, and I was delighted to see that he seemed to have no fear. There was a smile of anticipation on his face and his cock was starting to fill again. Amazing how 12-year-olds have a seemingly infinite capacity for sex! Peter licked the tip of Zak's left big toe. Zak gasped; his cock lurched. Slowly Peter licked the whole of the toe, eventually taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue round it. From the look on Zak's face he was up on Cloud Nine (and with nine toes to go he would be up there for some time). Peter moved to the next toe and repeated the licking and sucking ... and the next ... and on until all ten toes had been licked and sucked, and the sparky taste of Zak's feet had been fully absorbed. Zak was a full erection by the time of toe 3, and Peter's cock was thick and fat and exciting to look at. I wondered whether to join in, but I decided it would be much better to let these two bond sexually without me. When toe 10 had been dealt with Peter went back to Zak's left leg and licked the inside of the ankle. Zak was now purring. Peter's tongue slowly licked its way up Zak's leg. When he reached the knee he lifted Zak's leg and licked the back of the boy's knee joint. The hollow place there had a special scent which Peter's cock responded to - it was now fully erect. Peter repeated his manoeuvre on Zak's right leg, again enjoying the back of his knee. All this had taken almost 20 minutes. Peter started again at Zak's left ankle, this time moving upwards quickly past the knee and resuming a slow licking as he neared the boy's balls. The purring was now intense. When Peter reached the top of the right leg Zak was moaning inarticulately. Peter was edging the boy without having gone near his cock (now dripping copiously, the pre-cum forming a little puddle below Zak's navel. Peter caught my eye and, without saying a word, motioned his head towards the pool of pre-cum. Silently I mouthed "me? lick it?" and Peter mouthed "yes." I leant over Zak in a 69 position, but keeping my cock well above his face. His eyes were still closed, but he could tell from my movement where I was. I leaned over him and started to lick his navel. "Aaaah!" An inch or two lower was a little pool of pure boy-nectar, added to by another drop from his half-drawn-back foreskin. I licked up the pool and caught the drop in my lips. I gave his cock-head a brief tonguing and leant back to see what Peter would do next. Having arrived at the interesting parts of the boy Peter was clearly intent on preparing him to be fucked. He lifted Zak's feet so that they were over my shoulders, his knees pressed against his chest, his arse completely exposed to Peter's searching tongue. If my rimming him earlier had been erotic, this was clearly eroticism of a higher order. Peter lapped at the boy's arse lips, licking along his perineum, causing Zak to moan even more. When he came it would surely be spectacular. I looked forward to witnessing a moment which he would never forget - his first fuck from a man and the earth-shattering orgasm which Peter was working towards. Peter's tongue was stiffer than mine, and soon he was able to push it an inch into the hungry 12-year-old arse, wet with its own juices. "Oh God! Peter, fuck me, fuck me now." However there was no way Peter was ready for fucking. He lubed up the fingers of his right hand, inserting one, then a second finger. "Is that OK, Zak?" he asked. "Oh yesss! My arse feels so full - AAAAH!" as Peter's finger hit the boy's eager prostate. Now there would be no stopping. "Do you want me in you yet?" "Yesss! all of it. Fuck me now!" Despite Zak's urgent begging Peter knew that as soon as his cock started to enter the boy he would involuntarily tense, so Peter got me involved. I kissed Zak and murmured sweet nothings to him along the lines of 'you'll love this, little one, when Peter starts to fuck you, yes, yes, in it goes'. Zak didn't tense at all, in fact he was so on fire with desire that as soon as Peter's cock-head touched his arse lips he pushed, as I had told him, and Peter slipped three inches in. He paused then to see whether Zak needed time to adjust. "More?" he breathed. "Oh yes, all of it. I need to feel your great cock filling me up. Fuck me, Peter, fuck me deep and long and hard." While this was happening his tongue was going mad in my mouth, and it was difficult for me to keep still. "Oh, yes," moaned Zak, "that's so good. Woody, I want you to cum on me when Peter cums in me." This was an instruction with which I was only too happy to comply. My cock was already rock hard and I knew that, although I had cum not long ago my fierce wank would only last 15 seconds or so. I would wait until Peter seemed on the brink. Peter had set up a long slow rhythm, almost coming out of Zak's arse, then plunging deep back in. The squelching sound of his pre-cum and Zak's generous arse juices was the sexiest sound. I continued to tongue-wrestle with Zak, whose body was thrashing as much as the man's cock piercing his tender arse would allow. "Nearly there," moaned Peter, as he speeded up. I took this as the signal that I should join in, so I sat up and started to wank myself hard. Peter cried "Here it comes, Zak, take my hot cum up your arse," and his cock swelled up and spasmed as it pumped the first gush of cum deep inside the boy. Zak squealed with pleasure, "I can feel it shooting up me." A second gush: a second squeal. As Peter's third shot of spunk flew from his cock into the welcoming wet darkness of Zak's guts I came. I aimed my spunk towards Zak's cock, and by the time my fourth rope had flown out there was a line of pearly 14-year-old cum from his forehead almost to the root of his cock. Knowing that the moment would be magic only for a short while I leaned over the still thrashing 12-year-old and scooped up my cum. I rubbed what was left of my cum into his belly while fiercely wanking him with my right. He lasted about 20 seconds, then arched his back until his arse was about a foot above the bed. Peter's cock slipped out as he did this, followed by a load of his cum which ran down between Zak's cheeks to pool on the bed. As he came he gave a cry of "Aaaaaah! fuck!" and his cock spewed onto his chest. We were all spent. Exhausted we clung to each other. Zak nuzzled my cummy cock, and I nuzzled his. Peter lay behind us, spooning with Zak. We slept. =============================================================================== Sorry you had to wait for this one - I hope it was worth it. Chapter 16 will be along soon. I ought to acknowledge Zachyboy's story "Solace" in the Young Friends section (on 28 March). Reading about Valentin gave me the idea that Zak and I might love each other, and that this would never develop. A bit like life, really. Keep the ideas coming (as well as yourselves). badboi666 "at" btinternet "dot" com Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html