Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2017 15:09:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com> Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 12 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 (you may wish to do this more than once) 2 Wipe carefully 3 Donate to Nifty =============================================================================== Chapter 12 Tomorrow morning was already taking shape. Fred and I would be joined by Harry for our morning piss. After breakfast the three of us would meet Zak - who knows what he might bring by way of new things to do. With four of us we could pair off; as Fred and Harry were presumably getting enough of each other at home it would be likely that one of them would choose Zak. On the other hand I'd come a long way for young teen cock, and there was no way Zak was going to escape being on my list. Still, all that was tomorrow. Today had lots of promise, and this time it would be man/boy action. I guess a lot of you have been waiting for this. Well, there's plenty this afternoon! Our session which had ended with Zak's appearance had left us awash with piss, so we ran back into the sea to clean off before lunch. When we emerged Alan and Peter were waiting for us. "Come on you three," called Peter, "we have to get some grub." We dried quickly in the changing block and got into our clothes. It was already beginning to feel odd wearing clothes, so used had I become to being naked. Peter drove us into Camborne where we went to a place that did fish and chips - all that fat would give us plenty of energy, particularly when we finished up with large ice creams. Alan said, "we all know what's going to happen tonight, so Peter and I think a change this afternoon would be a good idea. We're going into Penzance to see a film." Groans from three boys who had no desire to be indoors. "Don't moan, because you don't know what the film is. How about On the Waterfront? It won the Oscars in 1955 and I think you'll like it." There wasn't really much protest, and we all piled into Alan's car and he drove us to Penzance. It turned out that the film didn't start for an hour and a half, so he drove us on to Land's End. I had been there a few years ago in about 2008 and found it too touristy. Back in 1957 it was unspoilt, just a few rubbish bins and a small tourist information notice. I hate it when places stop being wild, and the pleasure - especially for children - of finding things out is taken away by some idiot who thinks that providing an information sheet is useful. Kids like poking around and discovering things for themselves. (Kids like poking themselves and discovering things, too!) Land's End in 1957 was worth it though. We went back into Penzance and got to the cinema ten minutes before On the Waterfront was to start. The Newsreel was on and we watched a story about Peter Loader getting a hat-trick against the West Indies at Headingly. We took seats in the back row upstairs as there were few other people there on a hot afternoon. I began to work out why we were here. We sat Fred, Peter, me, Alan, Harry. The lights went down again and the film started. I had seen it before, probably in 1957, and hadn't been all that impressed. Now, with an older head, it meant much more to me, but I didn't think it was going to interest Fred and Harry all that much. But of course it wasn't meant to. Peter and Alan had come up with a very cute plan. The boys would become bored, at which point the man sitting next to them would make a move, stroking the boy's crutch, probably, and Marlon's doings would be of no further interest. Having worked this out I sat back to enjoy the scene playing out on either side of me. I looked out over the rest of the audience. No-one downstairs could see us at all, and the only other people upstairs were two couples, not together, well down to the front. They were clearly here to see the film, and would be unlikely to turn round to see what was happening behind them. The coast was therefore clear. 20 minutes into the film Fred had started to fidget. Ten seconds later he sat bolt upright as Peter's hand started its work. "Scoot down again," whispered Peter, and Fred slumped back. "Undo your fly." Fred did as Peter asked, and Peter's hand was soon inside the boy's shorts, feeling his soft cock. "Mmm," he murmured. "Ssh! from Peter. Alan noticed that it was time for him to start on Harry, whose reaction to being felt up was immediate. I wondered if they had done this in a cinema before - perhaps not given the boys unwillingness to go there. New territory then. Alan's hand brought Harry to an erection and the two men slowly stroked the stiff young cocks standing out from the boy's groins. "Time for you to get down and give us some mouth action," whispered Alan, "you too, Fred." Both boys were used to sucking Alan's fat cock, so they were quick to kneel down in front of the two men in the darkness while Marlon strutted his moody stuff unwatched by any of us. Both men opened their flies, and as neither was wearing underwear their groins were completely exposed to the boy in front of him. Peter stroked head of the boy busily sucking his cock. Fred was good at what he was doing, and his hands were stroking Peter's smooth shaved balls. It was difficult for the four of them engaged in full-on sex to do so quietly, but somehow they managed it pretty well. The odd slurp and the occasional satisfied moan, but no-one could hear from where the other people were sitting. I wondered idly how many babies had been conceived in these seats over the years. There would soon be sperm shot deep inside a dark space designed (surely!) for the depositing of ballsful of hot juicy baby-makers, but no babies would result. The two men were getting close, judging by their inability to sit still, and I was concerned in case an attendant came patrolling. My fears were unjustified though. Alan went aaah! very softly and his cock erupted into Harry's mouth. Harry went on sucking and licking while Alan shot twice more. They had done this so often before that it was quite natural for Alan to lean down to Harry and, kissing the boy deeply, he received his own cum which he swirled round his mouth before swallowing it. Fred was keeping Peter on edge for longer than Harry had managed with Alan, but it was clear that Peter was nearing his climax. Fred doubled his effort, pushing his fingers into Peter's arse channel. When the boy's finger tip touched the sensitive ring Peter's balls went into overdrive. Fred swallowed as hard as he could (no way was he going to let Peter have any of the delicious cum filling his mouth) and Peter's cock eventually subsided. Marlon was still being moody as though nothing had happened. I had enjoyed being a spectator at this silent dark orgy, but a plan was forming in my mind so that I would get some action. The rest of the film passed with none of us taking much interest. When it was finished we left the cinema and walked back to the car. We decided to eat in Penzance and on the way back from the restaurant we passed an off-licence. Peter went in and bought a couple of bottles of red wine. This could be fun, I thought. I wondered whether if I was offered a drink - and I'd make damn sure I was - my head for wine would be that of a man of 70, or of a boy of 14. I would soon find out. When we got back to Peter's place it was just dark, but still very warm. "How about we go into the garden?" suggested Peter. I guessed he had a plan, so I agreed enthusiastically. "OK, everybody strip then," he said, and we all trooped naked out to the warm summer evening. Peter and Alan brought a sheet, the wine and several glasses, and a small box. Good, I thought. There was going to be fun. I wondered what was in the box. Peter spread the sheet in the clear part of the garden. We all sat or lay down, enjoying the warmth of the day on our naked bodies. Alan opened the first bottle. "Would you three like to try this?" he asked. Well, what self-respecting 13-year-old is going to say no? And these 13-year-olds were up for anything. "Yes, please, Dad," they both said in unison. We were each given about half a proper glassful. "Don't swig it like lemonade," said Alan "sip it slowly and enjoy the taste. That's the grown-up way." Alan filled his glass and Peter's. At this rate, I worked out, there would be two refills of about the same amount each. Just right as I didn't want any of us boys to be more than a bit tiddly. Loosen things up, I thought, although it wasn't easy to think of things that weren't loose enough already. Peter said, "this afternoon Fred and Harry sucked us off, and very nice it was. Now we're going to cum in you two again, but this time at the other end." Both boys grinned. They had finished their wine, so their glasses were refilled (more, this time). Harry was used to being fucked by Alan, but Fred, who loved being fucked, hadn't had Peter's cock in his arse. He leaned over and gave it a stroke. "I'm looking forward to feeling this hot thing up me," he murmured. Peter opened the box. Among the things in it were lube and three butt plugs. "As it looks like I'm being a spectator again," I said, "not that I mind - watching is very exciting, I'm going to bag the biggest one of these." It was shaped like an erect cock about 7 inches long, and made of black rubber. I reached for the lube and slapped a good lot on the plug. "C'mon, Peter, you fucked me a couple of days ago, shove this thing where your cock was." He came over and made me kneel with my arse sticking up. He spread some lube in my crack and smoothed some into my hole. I could feel the cold rubber as he gently pushed it in. "All the way," I begged, "I need to feel it filling me up." There was a base on it and the base nestled nicely as I turned over and sat down, making the plug press on different parts of my insides. If I squirmed I could get off with this, I thought. I was now settled and Peter and Alan could get on with the serious business of fucking two delicious smooth boy-arses. The boys knelt side by side on either side of me with their arses exposed. The men got down behind them and started to rim the boys. Quite soon there was a great deal of moaning and "yess" coming from the boys as their arses loosened under the skilled tongues of Peter and Alan. The wine was beginning to do its work, and this, together with the rimming, caused the boys' arse muscle to relax. Their anal lips soon emerged, covered in ultra-sensitive nerve endings. Both boys were now squirming and had to be held by their man while the rimming intensified. From my grandstand position I could see two boy-cocks, stiff as nails and both dripping. My hands were not slow in grasping them. More "aaah!" and squirming. Fred and Harry were now begging to be fucked: their hot young arses would soon be satisfied. Peter and Alan exchanged a look, and they stopped rimming. Each boy's arse was now sopping wet and the muscle completely relaxed. Puffy purple lips were beckoning man-cocks in to fill them. Peter and Alan squeezed some lube onto their cocks and started to push into the boys' arses. As soon as their knob-ends were in they both paused to see how keen the boys were to be penetrated. When the pushing stopped both boys instinctively thrust backwards, spearing their tender arses with the fat urgent cocks behind them. "Oh, Christ!" moaned Fred, "give it to me, Peter, fuck me like you've never fucked a boy before." All Harry could say was "Aaaaah!" but Alan got the message. Peter and Alan started to thrust their cocks into the willing boys. They kept time with each other, plunging in and out rhythmically. I was now wanking the boys, their cocks dripping with pre-cum. I paused in my wanking them to suck the juices off my fingers, then resumed. Soon the men speeded up, so I speeded up my wanking. Fred was saying "yesyesyes" over and over again; Harry was just moaning with ecstatic lustful joy. Then Alan came, emptying himself into Harry. As he did so I speeded up my wanking of Harry, with the result that he came over my hand a few seconds after his arse had been filled with Alan's spurting cock. Now it was the turn of the other two. If I scooted properly I could suck Harry's wilting cock clean while I wanked Fred with a hand covered in Harry's cum. Never fails, does it, a cum-lubricated hand? Fred was over the edge in 20 seconds and my hand received a second coating of delicious boy-spunk. I took my mouth off Harry's cock to scoop my handful into my mouth - sweet from Harry and salty from Fred. Peter was still fucking Fred hard and fast, and was close. Fred's orgasm had made the boy's arse muscles contract and the extra tightness of the boy's insides on Peter's cock had added to the man's pleasure, but it couldn't last. He thrust in one last time and as his cock started to spurt he suddenly pulled out, shooting three ropes of white cum over Fred's tanned back. Harry had cum, Fred had cum, both onto my hands; Alan had cum deep up inside Harry - that spunk would probably stay in there. Peter's cum, on the other hand, was spread on Fred's back. I had a butt plug up me and all the activity (and the wine) meant that my need to cum was now urgent. Without pausing I stood up and straddled Fred, facing his arse. Scooping up as much of Peter's juice as I could I used it to wank myself hard and fast. I soon came, and my juice flew out, right over Fred's arse, to land on the sheet. As I was starting to cum I saw Peter and Alan take the other two butt plus and push them into the boys' well-juiced arseholes. Cries of delight? pain? both probably, with the pain being instantaneous and the delight much longer-lasting. Five males, five cums, five shagged out males, five males falling into a sticky heap, three boys with plugs up their arses, being stretched and filled, five leaking cocks. One magic summer night. We couldn't stay out all night, however, and after a while Peter made us all get up and go towards the house. He and Alan led the way and we could hear them pissing in the bathroom. We three exchanged questioning looks: did we want to piss on each other tonight? No, but we all three of us knew that next morning that was exactly what we would do. So we went into the long grass and pissed there. When we got inside and piled into the bed Fred said, "Dad, can we go to the pictures again tomorrow. I quite liked that film." =============================================================================== <End of Chapter 12> Thanks to the guys who've already been on with ideas - keep them coming. If you have things you would like to read about while I do them, email me at badboi666 "at" btinternet "dot" com and let me know. Tell me your most depraved fantasies: I'm 70, after all, and won't be shocked. Even if I am only 14 to look at ... or touch ... or suck ... or fuck ... or piss on.