Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2017 15:41:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 10

Fourteen again by badboi666

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go away.  If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to
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Chapter 10

Alan told us what he and Peter had planned.  We would go and find somewhere
to have dinner and then come back to the beach where we could do what we
liked - sunbathe, swim, whatever - but there was to be no sexual activity.
Did we agree?  Three boys reluctantly agreed, knowing that even if we
weren't to have any sex fun this afternoon there would be plenty tonight.
At 6 we would leave, get another meal for what would by then be three
starving teenagers, and go to Peter's place for the night.  Alan lived too
far away, and anyway his house was in a street where our arrival might have
been noticed.  Peter's house was quite secluded, and I thought how much fun
we could have because there was only the one bed.  It was a big bed by 1957
standards, but it would still be a squeeze getting five of us in.  Still, I
worked out that by the time anyone got round to sleeping we'd probably all
be so whacked that we could sleep in a great big pile.

The day passed pleasantly.  It was good to lie in the sun - no-one got skin
cancer in those days, of course, so the three boys just soaked up the rays
without a concern.  Only a bit of sun cream.  This was applied liberally to
cocks and nearby parts, but we were reminded by the two men that while it
was OK to slap cream on there was to be no wanking or even feeling up.
With regret we contained ourselves.

After a meal of burgers and coke (1957, remember, all the smart seafood
places which have sprung up in Cornwall hadn't happened yet) we arrived at
Peter's bungalow full of food, coke, wellbeing and lust.  We wondered
whether Alan and Peter had anything planned, or whether it would be a case
of take 2 men, add 3 boys and mix vigorously until done.

We went into the bedroom and sat or lay on the bed, all still fully
clothed.  I was glad to see it had a waterproof sheet.  Peter explained.
"You three don't know, but Woody and I met only yesterday.  He was hitching
and as I drove past his bum looked so cute that I decided I would give it a
go.  About 3 minutes after I picked him up it was clear that he wanted the
things I wanted, and here he is, begging for more."  He grinned at me, and
I licked my lips.  "Woody doesn't know about you three, so why don't you
tell him, Alan."

"Fred and I have been having sex since he was 8 and we've expanded the
range of things we've done as he's got older.  He's now into pretty much
everything, and Peter and I have had the occasional threesome with him.
Fred got into the usual boy stuff at school with Harry, and he must have
hinted that he and his Dad were up to no good together.  Harry found this
very exciting and, to cut a long story short, after a lot of
heart-searching Fred and I decided it would be OK for Harry to join in.  We
planned it that Fred would bring Harry home for some boy-on-boy stuff -
they were both 11 at the time - and I would "discover" them when they were
well engrossed in each other.  Harry's reaction to this would tell us how
keen he really was, deep down, for sex with an adult.  Turned out very
well, as you can see.  Harry doesn't live with us, but he's in our house
most of the time, and his Mum doesn't seem to want to know too much about
why.  I've no idea whether she suspects, but probably not."

Harry piped up at this point, "I'm sure she doesn't know, but she doesn't
show much interest in my school or anything.  She loves fucking - a bit
like us - and while she's getting laid she doesn't mind where I am so long
as I'm out of the way.  Alan's been really good to me in Dad ways - he
cares much more about the other things, not just sex."

Peter said, "Alan and I want to get to know the boys we haven't been with -
that's if you three are happy with that?"  I was, I had no strong
preference: last night had been great, but how was I to know whether Alan
would be even better?  Fred and Harry were clearly up for a session with
Peter.  It would be interesting to see how the fivesome split up - would
Alan and Peter get it on while we three boys watched, or joined in?  Would
I get a chance with just Fred, or just Harry?  With maybe three days to
play with surely all combinations would be tried at least once.  "OK," he
said, "that seems good.  Ground rules: no pain, no-one forced to do
anything he doesn't want to do.  Agreed?"  All agreed.  "Let's start then.
Everybody got what they need?  Lube, toys?"  Toys, I thought, mmm.

Peter reached over to Fred and Harry.  "Come on, you two, you're mine for
starters."  Quickly the boys stripped off revealing their tanned young
bodies.  Both were hard.  They pushed Peter onto his back and, one on each
side, slowly stripped him of his shirt and trousers, leaving a swollen cock
tenting his white Y-fronts.  Fred said, "Harry and I have been planning
what we'll do to you, and here's what.  You can touch us anywhere you like
with any part of your body, but you can't touch any part of yourself.  If
you do something to one of us you have to do the same to the other one at
the same time, or immediately afterwards.  We will attend to you.  OK?"
Peter nodded - he had little option, and the pleasure of being teased (as
he expected to be) by these two teenboys was huge.

The boys moved down, still one on each side, and with one hand stroked one
of Peter's ankles and with the other stroked the knee on that side.  Their
touch was very soft, almost imperceptible.  Slowly they worked up Peter's
leg, and as they did so their hands crossed from the outside of his leg to
the inside.  As their upper hand got to about an inch below Peter's balls
they stopped and started again from his ankles and knees, this time being a
little firmer.  By the time they had done this four times the wet patch in
the front of Peter's Y-fronts was getting very pronounced.  This time
instead of stopping Fred leant over and started to roll the Y-fronts down.
Peter raised his arse to help and Fred removed them altogether.  While Fred
was busy with this Harry leaned over and gently pulled Peter's foreskin
back, revealing his hot velvet cock-head, coated with pre-cum.  Harry's put
out his tongue and licked it all up.  Fred was back up facing Harry, and
the two boys exchanged a sloppy kiss, swapping Peter's generous pre-cum
juices.  (We found out afterwards that Fred and Harry had vied for who
would get his mouth on Peter's cock first by playing stone-paper-scissors,
best of three.)  Now that he was naked and the boys were kneeling in the
right place, next to his cock, Peter started to fondle the boys' bums.

I thought I would be helpful, so passed the lube around.  Peter took a good
squirt in each hand, and very soon Fred's arse and Harry's arse were
well-lubricated.  Alan and I had stripped meanwhile.  He was sitting on the
bed with his back to the wall and I was sitting between his legs - both of
us were watching the show.

Now that Fred and Harry were lubed Peter put two fingers up each boy,
causing them to groan and as their bodies became accustomed to the
delightful feeling of a man's fingers in their arses they squirmed, their
cocks bouncing and dripping pre-cum onto Peter's taut tanned belly.  The
boys' plan now moved to Peter's chest and each boy took a nipple in his
mouth, giving it a thorough tongue-swirling at it hardened under their
lips.  Peter's cock continued to pour our pre-cum and there was a thin
sticky trail from the tip of his cock to his belly.  I swooped forward to
lick some of it up, but returned to Alan as soon as I had done so.  His
cock was pressing against my back, and I knew that quite soon I would want
it inside me, pressing on more sensitive bits of me.  But not yet.

Nipple time was over as Peter slowly started to finger-fuck each boy - into
one, then into the other in a see-saw rhythm.  The boys were beginning to
lose control, but they were still in charge.  They went back to Peter's
cock, licking alternately up and down on either side (more pre-cum).  Harry
moved to a position between Peter's spread legs and Fred knelt over Peter's
chest, his back to Peter's face.  Harry and Fred exchanged a glance and at
the same moment Fred engulfed almost the whole of Peter's cock (here was a
kid with a well-developed fellatio skill - I decided I would want to
experience it soon), while Harry licked, and then mouthed, Peter's smooth
hairless ball-bag.  I think Fred and Harry must do these things to each
other, because what they were doing was done so skilfully that Peter went
from enjoying the sensations to Christ-I-need-to-cum in a couple of
minutes.  Sensing this both boys stopped moving.  Peter moaned, but a small
part of his brain knew that if they edged him enough - and they were
obviously naturals at edging - the cum when it happened would be so much
better.

After waiting half a minute the boys resumed, as did Peter's fingers.
Suddenly Fred, his mouth still full of Peter's cock, gave a howl as the
pressure on his prostate overcame him.  His cock poured out a stream of
cum, and another, jetting straight onto Peter's cock.  "Quick, do 'im,
Harry" moaned Fred, his cock wilting after his cum.  Harry scooted further
up the bed and, using his friend's still hot cum, slowly wanked Peter's red
hot cock.  It didn't take long, and after less than 30 seconds Peter arched
his back, causing Fred to slip backwards, and ("Aaaaah!) his cock shot out
a long ribbon of cum, landing on Fred and leaving a train from his chin to
his now soft cock.  As soon as this happened Harry, still kneeling between
Peter's thighs, wanked himself - what's the point of having a man's cum on
your friend if you can't use it as lube - cumming into the sticky mess on
Fred's and Peter's bellies.

Alan and I burst into applause, and the other three grinned.  Fred, still
coated in Peter's cum trail, and Harry stood up and bowed.  "Come here," I
said, "you need to be cleaned up.  One each, Alan?"  "OK" and I set to
licking all Peter's cum off Fred while Alan cleaned Harry.  "What harm have
I done?" complained Peter.  "None," I said, but these boys must get cleaned
up first.  It didn't take Alan long to clean Harry - I think he spent more
time on Harry's cock than was strictly necessary - so it fell to him to
scoop up the cum - whose? could be any of them - cooling on Peter.

It was now Alan's and my turn.  I whispered to Alan, "let's give them a
show they'll remember," and we set about it.  While I had been leaning back
against Alan aw we watched the other three his cock had been pressing hard
against my back.  I needed that cock in me, and I needed it now.  I took a
dollop of lube and spread it on Alan's cock - it was long and hard, its cut
mushroom end purple and wet.  He was still sitting so I scooted back
against him.  "Lean back a bit so I can sit on your cock - I need it so
badly."

I wasn't sure how bold Alan would be with a boy he hadn't fucked, or even
met, before, so I felt I ought to set the pace.  Talking dirty does it for
me, and for most men in my experience.

"C'mon, Alan, stuff that great donkey cock up me, I want to feel it poke my
stomach as you ram it in as far as you can.  My little teen arse will be so
stretched and I'll be more filled up with man cock than any boy has ever
been."  Alan's cock was now at my sphincter.  "Go on, aaaah," as it passed
the first hurdle, "more, I want all 10 inches of it," (no harm in
exaggerating if it makes him all the more vigorous) "yes, yes, yes," as it
tore past my prostate, "push it all the way in and hold it there, Alan."

He did, and the sensation of being really stretched with his cock - a good
inch or more longer than Peter's, and a bit fatter too - was bliss.  "Now
fuck me deep and slow, I want this to last for ages."  Alan withdrew almost
all the way, keeping his great mushroom at the very outside, stretching me
amazingly.  When he had first put it in it had gone past the tightest spot
very quickly, but this idea of his lingering there was a new, and very
exciting, sensation.  Deep it went again, and I almost did feel it poking
my stomach.  He repeated this very slow withdrawal, pausing at the entrance
and then plunging hard - very hard - back into my dark hot juicy
14-year-old tunnel.  My cock was rampant and I need attention there.  Fred
and Harry were watching keenly and I decided that they ought to take part.
"Come here, Fred, and suck my cock while your Dad fucks me silly.  Keep it
in the family."  Harry looked disappointed to be left out, but I had a plan
for him too.  "Harry, come and stand on the bed with your legs apart so I
can suck your cock."  Harry was up and in position within seconds and soon
we were set for a multiple session.  Only Peter was left out.  "Don't mind
me," he said, "I need recovery time, and besides, you four are great to
watch."

Alan went on slowly fucking me.  Fred was bobbing his head on my cock, but
was finding it difficult to keep it in his mouth what with the bouncing
that Alan's plunging was causing.  Still, his tongue was doing a good job.
I made a note that a twosome with Fred would be a better idea than this
frenetic stuff.  There'd be a 69 later, I promised myself.  I was able to
enjoy Harry's uncut cock in my mouth.  His precum was sweeter than most
boys, and I wondered what his cum would be like - not long to wait, I
imagined.  Fred continued to do his best with my cock, and he was now
wanking himself, so a climax couldn't be far away.  The first to cum, and
without any warning (not that any was needed) was young Harry whose nice
cock fired a shot of cum into my mouth.  It was too well back in my mouth
to taste, so I grabbed his cock and pulled it an inch further out of my
mouth.  As I hoped, the second and (smaller) third shot coated my tongue
and, swirling it round, I found it was almost like honey in its sweetness.
Most cum is salty, but Harry was quite a surprise.  Just as nice though!
As Harry came his arse clenched and Fred, who was watching, moaned at this
and his fist flew even harder.  Before Harry had shot his third squirt of
spunk onto my tongue Fred's balls had unloaded their nectar, catching me
just under my balls.  Fred gave up on the fellatio - probably just as well
or he would have bitten me.  My mouth is full of Harry's sweet spunk; my
scrotum is dripping with Fred's and my arse is stuffed full with Alan's
massive cock.  All the spunking by the boys has brought him close and his
fucking was faster.

"Ooh! yes, Alan, you're so hot, your cock is like a fucking red hot poker,
ram it in, yes, yes, ooh, fill me up, fuck me like you've never fucked a
boy before," and more in the same vein.  It worked, because Alan gave a
final (could he have got it in deeper than before? - YES, and wonderful it
was) push and I could feel his cock expand as he pumped what felt like
gallons up inside me.  It was a glorious feeling, uncomfortable and
delightful at the same time.  Only one thing could cap it.  "Finish me off,
Harry, you did a great job on Peter.  I need it hard."

And he did.  His hand grasped my rigid cock, teeming with urgency, and he
wanked me hard and fast.  I lasted about 30 seconds before I erupted,
raising my hips in ecstasy as my orgasm washed through me.  While I was up
in the air Alan's now soft (but still big) cock popped out, followed by a
stream of his cum and my arse juice.  It was a good thing there was a
waterproof sheet.

And there were still three days at least.

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<End of Chapter 10>

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