Date: Tue, 2 May 2017 22:00:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 31 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 31 "Spit roasted - what's that?" said Luigi. "It means I fuck your ass at the same time as Randy fucks your mouth," explained Cy. "But before he does that he's going to be nice to you - aren't you, Randy? - and clean that fine cock of yours. And because he's gonna be gentle with your cock you're gonna be gentle with his. OK, guys?" With no option to do otherwise we both agreed. Cy had cooled down a difficult situation. I didn't think Luigi was keen on being fucked, or by sucking cock, but maybe if the cock in his mouth was only 14 it might make it easier for him - he did say he was only interested in me. Time for me to service Luigi's monster again. Even though it was soft it was still enormous. "I'm happy to clean it for you, Luigi," I said with my best submissive voice, "but if I'm to do it properly I'll need you to kneel down with your legs apart. That was your cock and balls - I guess they need to be cleaned as well - will swing low and I can get at them." Luigi agreed with this ("Sorry I was fierce with you, boy") and knelt with his legs apart, his cock hanging heavy. I laid myself on my back on the floor with my body behind him and my head in the appropriate area. All I had to do was open my lips and his cock head was in my mouth. I rolled his juicy foreskin back and immediately the smell of cum and my arse juices filled my nostrils. Written down like that you don't get the idea that the smell was heady and very attractive, but believe me, it had my cock twitching right from the first sniff. Within seconds I had four inches of Luigi's finest in my mouth, and gave it the tongue treatment. My hands were caressing his balls and he was clearly enjoying what I was doing. "See, Luigi," I said between licks, "I'm a skilled little whore, aren't I?" "You bet, kid, keep it up. I like what you're doing." That made two of us - three possibly, as Cy was watching, waiting for his turn to come. I wondered whether I could keep this up long enough to make Luigi come again. Only one way to find out, and since the monster was rearing its head again (thanks to a certain skilled whore) I had to change position. "Lie on the bed, Luigi," I said, "I'll get at more of it that way." He did as I asked and I climbed on top in 69 mode. Would he reciprocate, I wondered. I set to again, licking and rolling my tongue and lips over his sensitive glans, an action which caused him to shudder. More of that, I decided, and he'd be on the edge. 18-year-olds are still pretty hair-trigger, even if they've just come. Another shudder and his mouth opened and he licked my cock. I thought it only fair that I should shudder too, and added "Mmmm! that's nice". It was now a mutual suck-fest, but one that I was always going to win (by cumming second) as his sucking skill was as basic as his fucking skill had been. What a shame that the sheer size of his endowment had led him to think that technique wasn't as important than the equipment itself. He would learn, but not from me. His shuddering became more frequent. My hands caressed his balls again (moaning as well now) and I wondered whether his arse would welcome a finger. "No," he muttered when I tried. Fine by me, I thought, and redoubled the intensity of what I was doing with my mouth. "Dio mio! You're good, bambino." I judged his climax was near if he was reverting to Italian, so more lip and tongue and ball-caressing action and ... his cock leapt in my mouth and poured thick Italian spunk into me. The first gush went straight down my throat (more by luck than anything else), but the second less energetic rocket landed on my tongue and I was able to savour its taste. A Mediterranean diet - garlic predominating: strange but not unpleasant. Luigi was out of it. Two cums in a 14-year-old within half an hour obviously ticked his boxes. He lay back on the bed, cum oozing (maybe it was just spooge) from the wilting monster. As I had contracted to clean him up I started to lick it up. "Nooo," he muttered. Pity, I thought. Maybe later, He still has to be spit-roasted. I turned to Cy. "What next? He looks too fucked-out for you to fuck him until he recovers." "No, all he has to do is kneel while I get behind him. You stand at the front end and wave your cock in his face. I guarantee he'll liven up when he sees - or smells - it. You're pretty raunchy, you know." "OK, Cy, I'll follow your lead." "Good boy," and he ruffled my hair. He turned to Luigi, still on his back on the bed. "Time for action, Luigi, you've had your fun with Randy. It's our turn now. Remember how well he sucked your cock? That was a mighty cum he got out of you. There's an extra £10 if you can make him cum in your mouth without touching him with your hands." I smiled to myself - this looked interesting. The only danger was that if Cy fucked Luigi too hard then Luigi's teeth might forget themselves. "Only if he doesn't bite," I added. "Come on, Luigi, up off the bed and down on all fours," said Cy, who positioned him how he wanted. "Randy, d'you want to lube him up for me?" "Glad to, Cy," and I grabbed the lube. I decided to give him the full treatment: two well-lubed fingers, then a third, then the prostate dance. I was waiting to hear a 'no', but none was forthcoming, and the inside of his arse indicated clearly that he was enjoying being invaded. Was it because the invader was 14? "Want more in there, Luigi?" I asked quietly. A whispered 'si' told me all I wanted to hear. I lubed my hand thoroughly and reinserted the three fingers. With my other hand I reached round to check his cock. As I had expected from the state of his arse muscles it was hard. Slowly and carefully in went my hand. I couldn't resist saying "slowly and gently is a whole lot better, Luigi. Heed the wise words of a skilled whore." "Cheeky bugger," laughed Cy in the background, "is he warmed up yet?" "Almost," I said, "just give me a minute or two more, then he's all yours." I did the knuckle trick, but only once because Luigi's cry of ecstasy was so great that I feared he would cum again, and that would spoil everything. I removed my hand, still coated with lube and not without a trace of Italian arse juices, and smeared it over Cy's rampant cock. "Go for it, big boy!" I grinned, and stepped back to watch. Cy touched his cock to Luigi's gaping arse lips. Hot and purple, they enfolded Cy's cock and he was able to slide completely in in one long thrust. "Aaaah!" from Luigi. "Take my cock," said Cy, beginning what I can only describe as a 'proper' fuck. Long deep in, slow out, fast in, push further, hold, slow out - you know how it works. I hoped Luigi would learn from being on the receiving end. The noises he was making implied satisfaction with Cy's work. I hopped round to the other end and placed my enticingly attractive 14-year-old cock in front of Luigi's mouth. "Spit roasting means action at both ends, Luigi," I reminded him. "All you have to do is lick it." He opened his mouth and carefully tongued my cock. I decided to help by retracting my foreskin - might as well give him a whiff of boy sex. To my astonishment he leant forward and took the whole of me in, and started lapping at my stinky bits with a will. Maybe the macho Italian top was experiencing the pleasures of being a bottom. He had certainly enjoyed being fisted, and Cy's fucking was winding him up too. It would be good if Cy and I could deliver at the same time, but such things occur only in stories, alas. I sensed that Cy was near: his eyes were closed, sweat was pouring off his chest, his fucking was getting faster, his breath was ragged, he started grunting ... suddenly he reached the peak and Luigi's eyes opened wide, and his mouth left my cock. It was obvious he's never been fucked before, and the sensation of a cock expanding as it ejaculated each spurt of semen deep into him was a new - and delightful - one. Cy fired four times, or to be precise, Luigi's face registered four sensations. While still up Luigi's arse Cy reached round to Luigi's cock. "Hard as hell, I see," he said, and started to wank him hard and fast. I moved my head so that I could see Cy's hand whipping backward and forward, and Luigi's balls swinging low in their hairy sac. He wouldn't last long. When Cy had started to wank him Luigi had swallowed my cock again, and his tongue was doing a fair job. I decided to help a little and wanked myself as best I could. Nearer and nearer - who would cum first - me or Luigi? I did. It was only my second since being picked up by Cy, so it was worth it. Three good squirts. Luigi groaned as he felt it spurt into his mouth. "Nice?" I muttered. "Mhm," which I took to be a 'yes'. A mouthful of boy-spunk, added to Cy's urgent handling, did the trick and Luigi's cock shot a rope on the carpet. Three in just over an hour - not bad for an 18-year-old. We all collapsed onto the bed. After some minutes Luigi said that he had to leave to get to his room by midnight. "I enjoyed that very much," he said, "I'm very sorry I was unkind to you, Randy. You are a nice boy and very good at what you do. And you, Sir, were generous to me. Thank you. I would like to repay your kindness. If you give me your breakfast order now I will make sure that it is brought to you in a special way." "That's mighty kind, Luigi," said Cy, "isn't it, Randy?" "Sure is, boss," I said, "mine is Orange Juice, Eggs Benedict and Coffee, please." "Make that two, Luigi," said Cy, "and here's what I owe you." He passed notes to Luigi who dressed quickly and, pocketing his money, smiled and left. "Nine thirty, please, Luigi," said Cy as he went. "OK." And he was gone. "I'm knackered," I said, and headed for the shower. Fifteen minutes later Cy had showered and we were both in bed, cuddled up together like a pair of cats. Before dropping off I wondered what 'in a special way' meant, but I was asleep before any illumination occurred. =============================================================================== Keep your depraved ideas coming, guys. They're always welcome and, like a bog wall, often make interesting reading. badboi666@btinternet.com Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html