Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 12:05:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 23 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 23 It was time to expand Jack's sexual horizons. Last time each of us had had fingers up his arse, and had had his prostate stimulated; this time our cocks would be doing the penetrating, and at Jack's request too. This would be a mighty interesting hour. We quickly stripped off again. As soon as our clothes were off I could smell the musky post-orgasmic scent of Jack's body - one of the headiest aromas I know. I crossed over to him and raised his arms above his head, exposing his hairless pits. I dived in and sniffed the magic smell, always a potent one. I couldn't help licking him there, causing him to squirm and giggle. "Don't I stink there?" he asked. "You smell, but you don't stink. You smell gorgeous, so sexy and ... I just want to fuck your brains out it's such a turn-on." Jack laughed, " it can't be that good." "Try it yourself," I said, and put my arms above my head. I had a few hairs in my pits, but that didn't seem to put him off, and he took a careful sniff ... then a much bigger sniff. "I see what you mean," he said, "it's a musky interesting smell, isn't it." "Judging by the state of your cock it's extremely interesting," I pointed out - the thing was at full mast, and looked as luscious and desirable as ever. "Oh fuck it," I muttered, and went down on him, devouring him to the root. He held my head and shuddered, "don't," he said, "or I'll cum too soon. I want to cum while you're fucking me. I want to feel your cock spurting up inside me, and that'll make me cum too." Reluctantly I had to agree, and obey. Even nearly-14-year-olds can't cum three times in an hour - well, not properly anyway. I had to remember that we would have all tomorrow night as well. Still ... 14-year-olds could cum twice, couldn't they, and three or four times tomorrow. I took his hand and led him back to the sofa. "Kneel down on all fours and stick your arse up in the air," I said, "I'm going to give your arse a good going over." He positioned himself, and wriggled his hips suggestively. I got the KY from my backpack and set it ready for later. First I was going to use my tongue. I laid myself down under him with my lips at his cock and my legs stretched out behind him. My tongue started work on his cock, licking along the underside to the frenulum and back down to his balls ("aaah!"). Back and forward. His cock lengthened even more, pushing out through the tip of his foreskin. Reaching my lips upwards I took his foreskin between them and carefully pulled it back, revealing the moist head of his cock ("aaah!"), red and urgent with desire. More frenulum action, lots of pre-cum, down his cock to his balls, engulf one ball in my mouth, roll it gently ("aaah!"), lick up to cock head, lick up pre-cum, back down, engulf other ball ("aaah!"), move self to kneel behind his pretty arse, gently pull cheeks apart, gaze lustfully at rosebud, reach forward, sniff ... no, dammit, inhale deeply, lick (at last) the object of my desires ("aaah!"). This is as much for me as it is for him. Lick, lick, lick. Apply KY to fingers, insert one ("aaah!"), wiggle ("aaah!"), insert a second ("aaah!"), wiggle ("aaah!"), insert a third all the way ("aaah!"), play with his prostate ("aaaaaaaaaaaah!"), decide he'll cum soon if I'm not careful, so ... "are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Yes, but be gentle." "I will. Remember to push as though you're shitting." And in I went, an inch or so at first ("oooh!") ... "does it hurt?" "No, just give me a sec ... OK, more now." Gently and slowly I pushed in as far as I could go. My pubis was hard up against his arse crack. "Fuck, that feels good," he muttered, "is it all the way in?" "It's in as far as I can get it. Come back in two years when my cock's two inches bigger and I'll get it in even further." "I wish it could stay in for two years, it feels so hot and it fills me up. Can you fuck me now. I want to feel you thrusting into me." So I did as I was asked, pulling almost all the way out so that only my cock head was still inside his luscious arse. I looked at his arse lips as my cock was withdrawn, and they seemed to be clinging to the shaft of my cock, almost urging it to stay in him. Then swiftly all the way back in ("aaah!"), hold it there, out again, lips clinging, back in ("aaah!") ... we had a rhythm going. I kept this going for three minutes or so, but my balls could only stand so much. It was a toss-up between my balls wanting to empty themselves, and my brain wanting to fill this beautiful boy's beautiful arse with my spunk. One demanding; one giving. In the end who gave a fuck? I was a few seconds away. "Here it comes!" I cried as the first rush of my cum sped up my piss-pipe into the deepest depths of his 13-year-old arse. A second spurt, a third, a collapse onto his back, a hand reached round to hold his rigid cock, a hand wanking him, a hand covered in his warm spunk squirting once, twice, three times, a hand brought to my mouth, a pair of lips hungrily devouring his juice, complete collapse of two spent boys. "Fuck me, that was something," from Jack. "I just did, and it was. I think fucking your arse is the best thing I've done this month." Was it true? I didn't know, nor at that moment did I greatly care. It was Jack's arse I'd just been fucking, so it had to be his which was the best. When he recovered it would be his turn to fuck me, and to discover whether he was a bottom or a top or, like the lucky ones, happy to be whatever his partner most needed. Right now we had to clean up so that the now much stronger aroma of sex wasn't noticeable to Polly. I told Jim we'd better make a start. "Come into the bathroom," he said, "we can clean up together." In the bathroom there was a basin, a bog, a shower and a bath. The temptation was to share the shower, but I wanted to leave some treats for tomorrow's overnight. "\One of us showers, then the other," I said, "that way we won't get too excited. Mind you, just looking at you and your cummy cock gets me going (as my cock was indicating). You go first - you know how to get the right temperature." "OK, but on one condition. I need to clean you first." And before I knew what was happening he had knelt and taken my cock into his mouth, and was slurping his tongue all over it - all over my cock, still coated in cum and his delicious arse-juices. "Oh, God, Jack, that's so sexy," I groaned. I had to break off. We had to stop messing about. "Get in the shower, you randy little prick!" I said. "Fuck your 'little'," he said, and disappeared. Five minutes later he emerged, dripping and even more beautiful. In I went, reeking of sex. Ten minutes later there were two nicely-dressed middle class early teenagers, clean and ready for re-fuelling at Polly's hands. The meal turned out to be a feast. Polly had clearly wished to celebrate her Jack having a friend to visit by pushing the boat out. A massive shepherd's pie, enough for six probably, followed by strawberries and cream. And if you don't think shepherd's pie with strawberries and cream is a feast then you weren't 14 in 1957. "This is great, Polly," said Jack, "thanks so much." "Yes, thank you, it's lovely," I added. "That's nice, Jack," she replied, "it's so nice to see company for you. And tomorrow you'll be14!" I have to report that there was some shepherd's pie left when we'd had thirds. Not much, but just a tiny bit. After being careful about my weight, and calories, and heart health, and all that crap for the last 20 years it was so nice to be 14 and not give a stuff about what went down your throat (in so many more ways than one). By now by the fairy's calculation I was about 80, but who cared? I asked Jack what the plan was for tomorrow. "The party's at 7," he said. "Mum thought it ought to be at 2, but I told her that little kids' parties were afternoon affairs so that the little bastards got home in time to throw up before bed-time, but big hairy teenagers had evening parties. I didn't put it quite that way, of course. They get here at 7 then we swim for a while, then grub at 8, then 'do whatever you boys do' in mum's words, then they all bugger off at 10. And then I bugger you." "Swim?" I asked. "Yes, there's a pool in the garden. Didn't you see it?" I had to confess I hadn't, my mind on arrival being on my host, rather than his garden. "Sounds fun," I said. "No, it doesn't," he said, "it sounded fun a month ago when it was planned, but it sounds a drag now, now you're here." "Well, I can't see why it can't be fun," I said, "you well do you know these kids - are they all boys, by the way?" "Yes, thank God." "OK, do you fancy any of them? Have you seen any of them naked at your swimming orgies? Do you think of any of them while you wank?" "In order, yes, yes and yes." "Well then, tomorrow is a challenge and an opportunity. I take it the objects of your lust are unaware of your feelings?" "Of course." "What d'you mean 'of course'? Don't you try it on with them?" "No, I'd be scared to." "Scared? What of?" There was no immediate reply. Was it rejection, I wondered, or rebuff, or hostility. "I don't know," he admitted. "Well, that's honest anyway. Let me see what we can work out." I told him that I would have to go soon. "No, stay," he said, "no-one'll know." "Polly will know. They know I'm staying tomorrow night, so the bed'll be rumpled, but tonight's different. No, let me go tonight and tomorrow will be special. I promise. I will be back at 6 tomorrow, and we can have a little time together before the others arrive. While I'm away think about the boys coming tomorrow that you'd like to get it on with." I gave him a chaste kiss which rapidly turned into an erotic one, tongues unwilling to leave the other's mouth. "Walk to the station with me," I said. I said good night to Polly, and thanked her for 'the smashing meal'. I said I was really looking forward to the party. Jack and I went to the station where he waited with me until the train came. "Bye," I said, "see you tomorrow. Don't forget your homework, will you?" He grinned, "I'm already thinking about it," and he pointed to his crutch, where I could see his cock was tenting his trousers. I went to Kings Cross and, as today had been busy and tomorrow likely to be more so, I decided on a hotel again. Tomorrow I had to find a suitable present for Jack - two, actually, since there had to be one which could be opened in front of the other guests. And something special for Polly. =============================================================================== Keep your depraved ideas coming, guys. They're always welcome and, like a bog wall, often make interesting reading. Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html