Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2017 05:26:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 64 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 64 Ace and I got off the bed. He stood facing Peter and Zak, his feet apart, Tattoo-boy in full view. I was standing beside him, also facing our audience. "Let's go for it," said Ace, and smiled at me. I smiled up at him, knowing that the next half hour was going to be unforgettable. I bent down and Ace got hold of me by the hips and lifted me up. I clasped him round the waist, upside down, just like the image on Ace's body. He turned sideways so that we copied the position in the tattoo. My lips were in the right position to take in the tip of Ace's cock; my legs were either side of his neck, so that his mouth was in the right position to rim me. "OK, Jack?" "OK, Ace." Immediately I could feel Ace's tongue gently licking along my perineum, from just behind my balls forward (as Ace saw it) to my arsehole, teasing my pucker, but not staying there. "Fuck," said Zak, "that's so hot. Can we do that, Peter?" I didn't hear a reply. My mouth opened and I lifted Ace's cock - still soft - up between my lips. I used my fingers to peel back his foreskin and savoured, for the millionth time, the special scent of my special man. I licked his cockhead back and forth, round and round, teasing the part immediately behind his head, already growing. I took the head into my mouth and could feel it growing even more. "My God!" said Zak, "it's huge." (Zak was the kind of audience a chap likes - really appreciative.) It was indeed huge, and would get huger. My intention was to get Ace well and truly fired up, but not to get him anywhere near coming; Ace was getting my arse nice and wet before he started the real process of preparing my arse for penetration. We sucked and licked each other for a few minutes, aping Tattoo-boy and his man. Ace said, "Time to get you ready inside, Jack," and he gently lowered me onto the bed. "How do you want me?" I said. "I don't mind," said Ace, "you choose." Without hesitating I chose to be fucked on my back, with Ace kneeling and my legs over his shoulders - better for me, because I could see him and his face as he fucked me, and better for Zak and Peter because the action would be completely visible. Ace laid me on the bed and bent over to kiss me. I leant up and put my arms round his neck, keeping his mouth next to mine. We smooched for a minute or two, then he broke away. "I love you, Jack," he said," and I will till the day I die." There was a lump in my throat as I said that I loved him too. Peter handed Ace the lube, and he smeared some on his right hand. Zak was watching everything Ace did: he didn't want to miss a trick. In went Ace's index finger, and shortly after a second. He rolled them round, coating my insides with plenty of lube. My cock was leaking precum by this time and I could see a line from my cock to my belly like a strand of spider silk. "Another one, Ace," I murmured. The third was gently inserted, my arsehole stretching delightfully with the width of what was invading it. This was a welcome invasion. Ace's fingers touched every part of the hot dark walls of my arse, teasing my prostate, but not doing too much to stimulate me too quickly. He knew, and I knew, that it would be the sheer size of his cock that would deliver me in the end - an end still some way off. I reached up with both hands and stroked Ace's face. I was so deeply involved with this man that I felt as though I'd known him, and loved him, for half my life, yet it was only one short week since Bill had handed me over to Ace and King. Ace's face was as familiar to me as my own face in a mirror, and when I closed my eyes I could see it in every detail. Oh, Ace! Only a few days. "You like this, don't you, Jack?" "When you fuck me, Ace, I'm the happiest boy in the world." At this point Zak snuggled even closer to Peter, who cuddled him even more tightly. We weren't the only pair of lovers there that night. "Then it's time to make you happy," murmured Ace. He lifted my knees up and I put my feet behind his neck. His cock was now fully erect and Zak was astonished at its size. "Can you take all of it?" he asked in amazement. "Oh yes, Zak," said Ace, "and he loves it, I can promise. wait and see." He handed the lube bottle to Zak. "Go on, Zak, rub some into my cock." Peter grinned as Zak leapt forward to comply with this invitation to spend more time with the biggest cock the boy had ever seen. "Not too much!" said Ace, "I don't want to come all over you." Enough of my mind was on the audience (rather than up my own arse) for me to think that nothing would have thrilled Zak more than Ace coming all over him, but this wasn't about to happen. Zak snuggled back against Peter, as involved in the action as an 8-year-old at the pantomime. Very slowly, imperceptibly slowly, Ace touched the hot head of his cock to my arse lips. A week ago he would have had to touch me there two or three times before my lips opened, but not any more. I was like a flower down there, and Ace's cock was drawn into me as much as it was slowly thrust into me. Half inch by half inch it disappeared inside me. When about six inches were in Ace could sense that my muscle needed a moment to adjust, and he paused. Ten seconds later I nodded and he resumed. Half inch by half inch the other five inches filled me, filled me to stretching point. When I felt his pubes against mine I gave a deep sigh. Applause broke out from the other end of the bed. We had reached the end of Act One. I loved it best when I was fucked really slowly at first, once whoever it was had got his cock right in, and then I like it when it got faster and faster. With Ace it was different. The sheer size of his cock, dwarfing every other cock that had been up me apart from King's (but still beating it by a couple of inches: the most important two inches in this bed), made being fucked by Ace quite different from being fucked by anyone else. Put simply, he was bloody good at it. Then when the icing of a deep and intense loving relationship was added being fucked by Ace was incomparably better, and more rewarding on all levels, whether it was fast and furious or slow and inexorable. Ace knew this. "Fast or slow?" he said. "Slow. Make me scream for it. Don't speed up until you can't help it. Now make love to me, Ace." Zak said afterwards that it had been nearly 20 minutes from that moment until it was over. Ace had started incredibly slowly, pulling out as he usually did until only his swollen cockhead was still in me, stretching my lips, then slowly pushing all 11 inches back out of sight again. Each stroke had been a tiny bit faster than the one before. After 15 minutes Zak could no longer resist the pool of precum from my cock and he crept over to lick it up. "Stay there," I moaned, "and you can have my cum when it happens." "Mmmm, yes," he said. He had the best seat in the house: my cock was leaking about three inches from his nose and Ace's cock was only a foot away. I could see that Zak was at full mast as well, so I reached over to stroke his cock. This was audience participation at a very intimate level. Ace was starting to accelerate in earnest and I could feel a more constant pressure on my prostate. Suddenly I knew I was going to come any second, well before Ace. "Oh, oh, oh! Zak, here it is!" I cried as Zak put his mouth over my cock and I erupted into him. Five full-size spurts of Ace-driven cum went into Zak's mouth and straight into his stomach. Ace's face registered that I had come and he sped up even more. Thirty seconds after I'd finished coming he gave a deep thrust and, at last, I felt his juices pouring into me, pulse after pulse. My eyes were closed in ecstasy. Suddenly I felt Zak's cum on my face as he unleashed his pent-up excitement onto me. Ace's cock softened and he pulled out. "Want to clean it?" he said to me. "A damn silly question, big boy," I said, "give it here." I suppose if I'd been pushed I could have got it pretty clean in under a minute, but when you have all night why rush a big job? The sight of me with Ace's cock in my mouth was too much for Peter. "Zak, I think mine's isn't as clean as I'd like it." Soon two boys were happily ministering to their men, and loving every second, every scent, every taste, every satisfied man moan and eventually in Zak's case, every drop of Peter's cum. It was now almost 8 o'clock. We cleaned up and piled into Peter's lorry back towards the pub. The publican was pleased to see us again. "Hello, gents, hungry again are we?" Four freshly-caught haddock and chips went down a treat, as did three and a half pints. Zak announced that he'd earned proper beer from his efforts, and no-one felt like denying him. Believe it or not Zak and I still had plenty of room for jam roly-poly. It's amazing what a 14-year-old can accommodate when he puts his mind to it. Back to Peter's and bed - all four of us snuggled up close. There were gentle strokings, and boys kissed and cuddled their men, but of sex there was none. Enough was enough. Besides, the jam roly-poly was very filling. ***** I awoke next morning to the delightful sensation of lips on my cock. I reached down under the bedclothes to stroke whosever it was head, and found Zak attending to my morning needs. I relaxed and let it happen: he had swallowed my spunk 12 hours ago and was clearly eager to do so again. He was pretty good at it too, and it was only a few minutes before my hips rose from the bed and he received his reward of boy-nectar. He scooted up the bed and put his mouth to mine. Ah! I thought, this lot's for me. I opened my mouth to accept his offering and swallowed my own cum. "What about you?" I whispered. "OK." So I went under the bedclothes and reciprocated. He didn't last long either, so in 12 hours I had received Zak's cum both on and in my face. Welcome to Cornwall, I thought, it's going to be another nice day. In our need neither of us had really noticed that Peter and Ace weren't in bed, so when they came back shortly after I'd finished with Zak he was surprised. "Where have you two been?" he asked. "Nothing sinister," said Ace, "Peter's been asking about my bike and I've been showing it to him." Zak and I needed a shower, and as we headed in that direction I heard Ace mutter that he was stinky as well. Of course all four of us ended up squeezed in, and we managed to get clean without too much diversion. When we were all dressed it was decided that we should grace the beach with our presence again, in order to give Cornwall another chance to see Tattoo-boy. Ace was admired again; we swam again; we sunbathed for a while; we remained chaste and, for the most part, flaccid. A bit of a chub now and again from the under-15s, but nothing too dramatic. Clothes on, lunch in the pub again, greeted even more warmly this time. The publican grinned at Ace when he was getting the drinks. "One of my regulars has seen you and your party at the beach. Pretty impressive, he tells me." Ace grinned, "Me or the artwork?" "Both, I understand. Me, I'm more of an art enthusiast, if you get my drift, but all sorts come here and the beer doesn't discriminate. I was in North Africa in the War and not much gets past me." As there was no-one else in the bar Ace lifted his t-shirt. The publican took a good look. "Cairo?" Ace was impressed and nodded. "Thought so, said the barman, "I've seen a few like that, but none quite so graphic. As I say, not my taste, but it takes all sorts. Good luck!" Ace told us about this exchange when he brought the drinks. It was encouraging that in a rural backwater tolerance of queers was as strong as this. It wasn't just queers though: what was being tolerated was Tattoo-boy and, by implication, Ace and me. I wondered what our North Africa friend had got up to all those years ago. As we ate our lunch Ace said that we ought to be getting a move on towards home. He wanted to phone King to tell him about the visit to the professor before setting off, and Peter said that it would be more private from his house than from the payphone in the pub. It was as well he made the phone call. King told him that the professor had phoned him yesterday in some excitement. He had been trying to get hold of him since Friday afternoon apparently. He wanted both King and Ace to see him on Tuesday, said King, adding that Ace was to 'bring your young assistant as well'. "You seem to have made an impression," he said drily. "What's up, do you think?" asked Ace. "No idea. I asked if there was a problem with the contract and he said there wasn't, but he didn't want to go into details. I think there was someone with him. One of his gentlemen friends maybe." King asked if Ace was happy to meet in Oxford. "Oh yes, he's the client; we have to fit in." "Good. He wants us for what he called 'luncheon', and said that 12.30 would be 'most convenient'. Silly old bugger." "Silly old client, you mean." "Yeah, you're right. OK, see you on Tuesday. Be good. Give Jack a big kiss from me," and he was gone. That changed our plans completely. Ace and I sat down to think about it. It was now mid-afternoon on Sunday and we had to be in Oxford by mid-morning on Tuesday. It was crazy to go back to Harlow. I said, "I've never been to Glastonbury. Can we go there, Ace?" I had been fascinated by all the King Arthur stuff when I was a boy donkey's years ago, and although I hadn't given it a thought since then it suddenly seemed a fun place to go. "And Stonehenge?" I added, keen to be the tourist for a day. "Why not," said Ace, "I've never been there either, so it'll be nice for both of us." We said good-bye to Peter and Zak. "It was great to see you again, Woody," said Peter. "I'm really glad you've met Ace - he's a great guy." "I know," I grinned, "and he's a nice guy too." Zak and I had a big hug. "Seeing you again was a real thrill," he said, "I couldn't believe my eyes." "I'm glad Peter's your friend," I said, "you two are like we are, I think." He nodded, his eyes bright. It was time to go. Again. We headed east and got as far as Taunton where we decided to call it a day. We found a nice B&B and as a few nights earlier no-one batted an eye at our sharing a room. Twin beds, but only one got slept in. Ace made me spend 15 minutes in the other one before he allowed me to climb in with him, so that whoever made the beds didn't get the wrong idea. We slept in a loving embrace: no sex, just warmth and closeness. Just like any other married couple in fact. =============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions. Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html