Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2017 14:02:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 47 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 47 Dan's excitement at being with Bob and Steve again was clear to see. As soon as we were all sitting on the bed his 'well?' meant that introductions were not going to be needed. Steve, as ever the leader in the boys' escapades, explained. "Last time Dan was here we all got naked and started fooling about, fondling each other's cocks, you know." I did indeed. Dan giggled at the memory. "Well, as you'll see in a minute, Dan is special, and when Bob and I copped a look we both wanted to get to know Dan's cock a lot better. Come on, let's strip and Peter'll see what I'm on about." No further encouragement was needed, and very soon four naked boys were lying on the bed. I could see what Steve meant. For a normal-sized 10-year-old Dan's cock was startling. With all his excitement it was now as hard as a nail and looked to me to be about 8 inches. It would be interesting to see it at rest, but obviously that wasn't going to happen any time soon. "Fuck me," I said, "that's the biggest cock I've ever seen on a - how old are you, Dan?" "10, well 10½ really." "How long has it been that big?" I asked, making no effort to keep the awe out of my voice. Dan shrugged - it wasn't something new to him: he had a whopping cock, but since he hadn't seen any other boys' cocks until he was 10 he didn't realize what a prize specimen he had dangling there. He was home-schooled and so there were no changing rooms where comparisons could be made. I marvelled at the lucky escape all the non-home-schooled boys in the neighbourhood had had in not having that thing swinging in front of their eyes after PT. Just think of the inferiority complexes! I asked him what he did with it. "Up till two weeks ago all I did was rub it - Bob and Steve told me it was called wanking. I've been doing that for about a year and the feeling's fantastic. I don't squirt yet, but I expect I will soon. Hope so anyway." "Squirting's great, but dry cums (that's what you get) are good too. There isn't any mess and you can cum in your pocket," I said. His eyes lit up at the thought of cumming in his pocket: clearly this was going to be tried one day soon. "So what happened two weeks ago?" I asked. "That was when I met these two. I was in the park on the swings and I needed a piss. I couldn't be bothered going half-way across the park to the toilets so I went into the bushes and pissed there. What I didn't know was that Bob and Steve were in the bushes as well. Steve called out to me, and I froze. 'Don't be scared.' he said, 'we want to play'. So I stayed put with my cock out, still finishing pissing. Steve was right next to me and said 'fuck, that's the biggest cock I've ever seen,' and pretty soon we were back in here comparing sizes. That afternoon I discovered that my cock isn't just for pissing and wanking," and his grin became even wider. Bob took up the story. "We wanted to have that thing in our mouths, or at least part of it. We managed that all right, and Dan had a couple of dry cums. But the real treat was having him fuck us. Peter, if you've never been fucked by a 10-year-old ('10½' from Dan) with an 8-inch cock, you haven't lived." I could only agree. "Was he any good?" I asked, with a wink at the cock's owner. "You don't have to be any good with one that size," said Steve, "but, to be fair, he was a very quick learner. The third time he fucked us he was getting really good." "The third time!" I exclaimed, "in one day?" "No, he came back a couple of times after that, but he's been on holiday for a week, otherwise he'd probably have fucked us 20 times by now." All this was very exciting. I moved over to Dan. "Will you let me play?" I asked him. His reply was unambiguous: he leant over me and placed his cock right in front of my eyes. "Can you resist?" he asked. As for much of the next hour Dan's cock is going to be in the dark, hidden from view, it's only right that you should be given a description of it. Dan's body, apart from that, was perfectly normal. A little puppy fat still, but otherwise skinny and hairless, with no adolescent musculature yet. Short fair hair, blue eyes, a cute turned-up nose with a dusting of freckles, two large front teeth making his grin even more infectious. As to the more interesting parts his arse was slim but cuddly; his balls were small and still tight up against his body. But the star attraction ... wow! He was uncut, and his erection was fully 8 inches. It was thin, but not excessively so. The veins were not prominent. His foreskin, as I was soon to discover, was loose and peeled back easily to reveal a large wet mushroom head. The knot of skin at his frenulum was purple, demanding my tongue's attention. His piss-slit was half open and at the tip a large drop of pre-cum was nestling. If his prostate was producing pre-cum without any part of his body being touched then his balls would be producing spunk before long. It was a sight once seen, never forgotten. I wondered if he knew how extraordinarily gifted he was. Perhaps when he'd played with a few more 14-year-olds he'd come to understand that most boys have to make do with about half as much as he had. I've described enough. I took as much of it into my mouth as I could, just to get the feel of it. After a minute or two I decided that my usual technique might work well on a boy as young as this. What would happen when I gave him the three-finger treatment? "Have you had anything up your arse, Dan?" "Yeah. These two have poked their fingers up, but it was uncomfortable." "I will make sure it's not uncomfortable when I do it," I said, "'cos that's what I'm really good at." "That's right," said Steve, "he did me earlier and it's fantastic. He did you, Bob, didn't he?" "Yeah," agreed Bob, "he tweaks all sorts of interesting things up your arse." "What can there be up my arse apart from poo?" asked Dan. "Ah, Dan, you'll soon find out," I said, envious in a way that the discoveries he would soon make could only be discovered once in a lifetime, and I'd made that discovery over 60 years ago. A brief discussion soon sorted out that each of us older ones wanted to be fucked by Dan - I mean, come on, who wouldn't? But even though Dan probably wouldn't come while fucking us, certainly not three times anyway, I wanted to get up inside him to open him up to new experiences. Hearing that Dan was to be on the receiving end of my magic fingers Bob and Steve insisted that I do the same to them. "Your hair'll fall out when you see what he does to us, Dan," promised Steve, "but he'll do you first, don't worry." That made sense as it would maybe freak Dan out to see my whole forearm disappear inside Bob or Steve if he was to be next in the firing line. So a plan was drawn up. Dan would fuck me first, then I would finger him. Bob and Steve would watch and join in if they felt like it (I was sure they would). Then Dan would fuck them and we'd see after that how we all felt. Anyone who wanted to be wanked would just ask. "Come on then, Dan, let's get that thing going," I said, reaching over and giving his cock a long lascivious licking. Steve got the lube and applied it to Dan's cock and my arse and the stage was set. "How should I do it?" asked Dan. "I'll lie on my back with my knees over your shoulders and you can get it in more easily that way," I said. And that is what we did. The contrast between the stretching and the sublime fullness his cock was applying to my arse, and the innocent smooth face of the 10-year-old driving it in was mind-blowing. How could a kid have a penis that size? As he fucked it was clear that his technique was non-existent. I resolved to try to teach him a few tricks when he was fucking his next victim - no, that's not fair: we certainly weren't victims and our arses, though put under severe pressure, were up to what was being done to them. I'm making it all sound clinical, and in a way it was. Dan was fucking without much imagination, but the sheer size made up for his inexperience. His cock reached, as we would become fond of saying 30 or so years later, parts that other cocks didn't reach. After he had been ploughing my furrow for about five minutes I said, "Enough. I'm not going to cum that way and I want to get my fingers inside you now." Dan withdrew and his cock quivered in the relative cold air, throbbing with his heartbeat. "Kneel on all fours with your arse up in the air, Dan, "I said, "and let me get at you." "This'll be good, Dan," said Steve. "You'll love what Peter does when he's up you," agreed Bob. "Right," said Dan, "I'm ready. I described his cock earlier. I should now describe his arse. His balls were still tightly drawn up and the seam down the middle of his scrotum was reddish. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, tracing the seam along towards his rosebud. It was tiny and perfect - apparently much less ravaged that Bob's or Steve's. I wondered how it would look in a few hours. As my tongue hovered lightly over it his arse twitched - always a good sign in my book. "Come on, Steve, you're the lube king - get some on Dan's arse for me." Dan shivered as the cold lube ran down his crack. I covered my finger and started to tease round the outside of his lips. To my delight they instantly opened. "Push like you're having a shit," I murmured, "that'll help me get in." He did, and my finger was in up to the middle knuckle. I held it there, moving it very gently from side to side. "Mmm, that's nice," he said. I turned to Bob. "Why don't you get under him and keep that cock of his company?" Bob squirmed underneath Dan and positioned himself to have access with his lips and tongue to Dan's cock, or at least, the far end of it. I couldn't see Bob's face, but to judge from the moans and sighs coming from Dan we were, between us, giving him a raft of erotic feelings. Steve knelt to one side, just watching. "More lube," I told him, and another squirt ran down Dan's crack. My second finger joined the first ('Ooh!'), @Is that OK, Dan?" I asked. "Yeah, it's really tight, but it's nice. Let me get used to it." I moved my fingers gently from side to side without moving them in or out, and I could feel Dan begin to relax his arse lips. "Just relax everything," I murmured to him, "it'll be much better if you do. If you need to do anything, just remember to push out like you're shitting." "But what if I shit?" he asked. "You won't," I said. "How d'you know?" "Because I can't feel any shit and how do you think any would get out if I'm filling your arse with my fingers?" "Oh, OK. You can carry on now, I'm relaxed." I told him I was going to put a third finger in, but that would be all. He would feel the outside of his arse stretch, and it might hurt for a moment, but I assured him that the pain would quickly pass. "You know sometimes you have a big shit and it hurts? Well, it's a bit like that only I'm going in instead of coming out. The shit pain only lasts a second or two, right?" I turned to Steve. "Why don't you kneel in front of Dan and pull your arse cheeks apart. Let him have a good look at arse lips, and how nice and neat yours are." "Dan, look at Steve's arse - see how smooth it looks. Well, earlier today I had more than three fingers up there ('Wow, really?') and you wouldn't know, would you?" "Does my arse look like that?" he asked. "No, sweetie," I said, "yours is much nicer," with a grin that only Steve could see. "All arses in this room are equally beautiful," I said, "but Dan's is the only one I'm in right now, so his is the best." I slowly withdrew my two fingers, causing Dan to whimper that he liked them in there, and me to reassure him that they'd be back in in a second or two. Before I tried three fingers I wanted to spend a few minutes on his lips. My two index fingers rolled round just inside his arse, teasing him while slowly stretching the size of his hole. Dan's panting increased. "Ready?" I whispered. "Yes, I need fingers up me, Peter." In they went, slowly, slowly ("Remember to keep pushing") until all three were in as far as I could get them. I held them there while the boy got used to them. "Like that?" I whispered. "Oh yes, it's like being filled up with electric bubbles." Not a simile that I would have used, but I got his drift. I smiled. I wish I'd met someone like me when I was 10½ - or even 14 the first time. My job, apart from enjoying every moment for myself, was to give Dan a Cloud Nine experience he would still remember when he was my age. The fingers got to work. His prostate took some locating as it wasn't developed yet, but rubbing in roughly the right area produced "Oh fuck, what was that?" from the prostate's owner, so I felt I was in the right place. More fingering there produced a long howl of lustful ecstasy (probably enough to blow Greg's ears off if the volume was too loud in his lair) as Dan had a massive dry cum. Bob in whose mouth the cum took place later explained that Dan's cock has suddenly got fatter and hotter, and he could tell that Dan was there. As he came Dan's howl continued, and gradually the power of coherent speech returned to him. I still had three fingers in him. "Get your hand out and fuck me," he begged. Steve applied a double handful of lube to my cock and I entered Dan's cute arse quickly - it was awash already - and fucked him long and deep. "Fast!" he said, "I want to feel you filling me up." "Your every wish, Sire," I said and concentrated on doing his bidding. There would be slow erotic fucks to come, no doubt, but this was to be animal. It didn't take me long. Despite my fingering and the lube (and copious arse juices) Dan's chute was still pretty tight, and the hot wet walls of his rectum clasped my thrusting cock so closely that the whole length of my cock felt as though hot lips were combining to suck the essence out of me. "Here it is!" I cried and, plunging into the 10-year-old as deeply as I could, my cock erupted into him, bathing his hot insides with my jetting spunk. Still inside him I tumbled to one side. "Holy fuck!" breathed Bob, "that was something!" I was lost for a witty reply as my cum had been overwhelming. Moments later my cock wilted and slipped out. Steve and Bob were instantly into action. Bob applied his mouth to my cock with gusto, licking up my sticky cum and getting a taste of Dan's arse. Steve meanwhile was attending to Dan's arse and making a great deal of noise about it (for Greg?). "Mmmm, I can taste your spunk, Peter. It's hot!" Much slurping led to Steve's announcement that Dan's arse juices were also yummy. Four happy boys. "Dan, that was great," I said, "what did you feel?" Dan thought about it and finally said, "The last 20 minutes have been the best in my life. When your hand was inside me it was the best feeling I've had. You did something inside me that was like a magic switch, and when you put your cock into me after I'd cum it was like the icing on a Christmas cake." This boy was going to grow up to be a writer, I thought, with similes like that. "The magic switch actually is a switch, but it's not magic. All men have one - so do boys, but it's not grown yet - and it's what produces the wet pre-cum juice. You're doing that already and my guess is that you'll be producing spunk before you're 12, maybe long before then." I grinned, "you must keep practising." "Oh, don't worry," he said, "I'm very good at doing what I'm told. I'm now going to practise on Bob. Fuck time, Bob, so get ready to be spitted." This was going to be worth watching. Steve and I would take a back seat or perhaps a back passage. ============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions. 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