Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2017 13:05:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again - Chapter 13

Fourteen again by badboi666

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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

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Chapter 13

Fred and I woke early the next morning.  Harry was still asleep, but came
to when Fred gently shook him and whispered "time for your morning piss".
He was still pretty sleepy, but after a moment he remembered what we had in
store and roused himself properly.  Alan and Peter were still out of it,
and the three of us crept quietly out into the garden.  We still had our
butt plugs in, and the sensation of butt plugs and full bladders was a new
and stimulating one.

"What did you do yesterday?" asked Harry.  "This," I said, and pulled him
towards me.  I rolled his foreskin back and docked with him, both our cocks
semi-erect with morning need.  "Go on, Harry, let it go."  "But it'll be
enormous," protested Harry.  "I know, and your cock skin won't hold more
than the first squirt, but then it'll gush out and run down our legs.  I'll
piss at the same time," I replied.  Harry seemed reticent and while he had
been very keen on joining in when he had heard about our early morning
activities yesterday, today wasn't the same.  "Oh, for Christ's sake,
Harry, don't be such a drip," said Fred, "you know you'll love it when you
get started."  (Harry was clearly not a morning person.)  After half a
minute there was nothing coming from Harry's cock.  I was about to let a
dribble out to get things going when Fred stood side-on to us both (where
he could watch) and, taking hold of his cut cock, let fly with a golden arc
of hot morning piss.  Initially he aimed at the ground, but when the sight
of Fred's piss made Harry start, and his foreskin could hold no more, Fred
aimed at Harry's and my cocks - all three of us were now pissing in the
same place.  Three cocks all together, all wet with each others' piss.  And
by the time our bladders were empty, all hard.

The butt plugs would have to come out as we didn't want them in while we
were at the beach.  Should we push, or let one of the other boys take it
out.  I waited to see what Fred and Harry wanted to do.  Neither seemed to
want to take mine out, or the other boy's, so (with a tinge of regret) I
suggested we should go deeper into the long grass and just push.  When we
got there we squatted down, as though shitting, and pushed.  Out flew three
butt plugs, all with traces of shit.  I watched keenly to see how Fred and
Harry would react to this, and was disappointed that both of them found it
disgusting.  Maybe they would need persuasion on the scat front.  Something
for another day.  I carried the butt plugs, quite glad to be the only one
who wanted to.  We went back into the house for a shower.  This wasn't the
time to let our pissy bodies dry to make a horny smell.

We made sure we had plenty to drink at breakfast and the five of us were
back down at the beach soon after.  It was about half an hour until the
time that Zak had seen us yesterday, and I hoped he would be there today at
the same time.  Only way to find out was to go and see.  "Come on, you two,
it's long grass time," I said.  Peter looked quizzically.  "It's a boy
thing, " I explained, not that it was much of an explanation.  He grinned
and resumed his naked sun-bathing.  I wondered if he and Alan were getting
it on while we boys were up to no good ourselves.

We got into the dunes with our towel and sat down.  It was difficult not to
start doing things with each other, but I convinced the other two that it
would be worth waiting to see if Zak appeared, and if he did, then to find
out what he would do with us.  Luckily we didn't have long to wait, and
about five minutes after we arrived Zak showed up.  He was nervous.  "Can I
join in?" he asked shyly.  "Course you can - the more the merrier," I said.
"I'm Woody (giggles again: they're an easy audience, are young teenage
boys), this is Fred and he's Harry.  Tell us about yourself, Zak."

Zak told us he lived in Camborne.  He used to come to the nudie beach (as
he called it) on his bike to look at the naked bodies and perv on the boys.
When he saw us go into the dunes yesterday he guessed that if three boys
went there they were probably up to something, so he had crept up (so
quietly that we had not noticed) and watched.  He had looked at boys on the
beach all summer, but this was the first time he'd seen anything like
yesterday's performance.

"Are you going to do it again today?  Can I watch?"

"Of course you can watch," said Fred quickly, "but on one condition."

Zak's eyes had lit up at the first part of what Fred said, but his face
fell at the second.  "What's that?" he asked.

"That you join in, silly," answered Harry.

We three were naked of course, but Zak was still wearing shorts and a
t-shirt.  He stripped and left his clothes in a pile well away from where
he expected the action to be.  As he was now part of a group of consenting
teenagers he felt able to take in the sights before him, and stared at the
three new cocks in front of him.  Mine and Harry's uncut and Fred's
circumcised.  We looked at him lecherously.  He was 12 with a nice uncut
cock.  It was soft and about 2 inches long; he had no trace of pubes yet
and his balls were tight up against his body.  He was skinny with the
beginnings of a nice chest.  Just perfect in fact, and (like all the other
boys I had travelled so far to encounter) well worth the fairy's magic -
and indeed the price I was paying in real life.

Zak sat down.  "My friends Joe and Mark and I played a game when we first
did sexy things together," he said.  "Each of us had to tell the others
exactly how and when they started wanking, and to describe how they did it.
Can we do that?"

Three eager pairs of eyes indicated that we liked this idea.  "Oldest first
then," said Zak, "who is that?"

"Me," I said.  I told them about the 8-year-old who had taken me (then 7)
into the bushes and wanked himself.  He said I should do the same and it
would feel good.  I did it for several minutes and my little cock got hard,
but no feeling happened.  Then I tried it again in bed that night and
... well!  The other three laughed.  I didn't tell them that it was over 60
years ago though.

Harry was next.  He had been 10 or so and had found out about fiddling (as
he first called it) from another 10-year-old at the same primary school.
They had both been in the bogs pissing innocently when the other boy had
looked over at Harry's cock and admired it.  The other boy was cut and
curious, and his curiosity led him to ask how Harry fiddled with all that
skin.  When it became clear that Harry had no idea what the other kid was
talking about it became necessary for detailed instruction to be given.
This was done after school in the woods.  Harry took to his lessons in a
big way after that.  Fred took over now.  He had been introduced to sex by
Alan, as Harry and I knew, but he decided he wouldn't tell Zak that.  So he
just said that when he was 8 he had been in a bog pissing when a man had
come up beside him and smiled and said that he - Fred - had a nice cock and
what else did he do with it.  Like Harry, Fred had at that time no idea
what the man was on about, but ten minutes later he knew quite a lot more
(and had his first taste of spunk too).  Fred told Zak that he and Harry
had been doing it together four years now.

What about Zak?

"I had my 12th birthday in February and my best friend John stayed over for
the night.  He said he had a special birthday present for me but he
couldn't give it to me at the party.  You can guess what happened.  I had
no idea that wanking even existed until then, so the birthday was the best
ever.  I must be the only boy in the world who shot proper cum ... well, a
bit anyway, the first time he was wanked.  I haven't stopped since.  John
and I do each other after school most days and it's good fun, but seeing
you lot was a lot better!"

"So, Zak, now we all know each others' history, what d'you want to do?  As
you saw yesterday, we're into pissing as well as wanking."  "I want to do
what you did yesterday," said Zak.

Wanking with four isn't easy, as we soon discovered, so we ended up
pairing.  I was keen to get my hands on Zak, but I was beaten to it by
Harry who was turning into a very horny little boy.  I had to make do with
Fred, although "make do" is a bit unkind as Fred was a very willing and
pretty skilled sex partner.  We'd 69ed before and had both enjoyed it, so
we got down and did it again.  "Wow!" from Zak, to whom this was clearly
new.  I guess he and John will be 69ing before long.  Harry and Zak then
started to play with each other.  As both were uncut they explored
foreskins and Harry bent to lick Zak.  Zak shivered.  "Can we do what
they're doing?  It looks great!"  Harry pulled him down onto the rug and
they got into 69 formation.  The warm sun shone on four naked boys, each
with another boy's hot hard cock in his hungry mouth.  Who would cum first?
Better still, who would cum last, having made the pleasure last as long as
possible?

In the end it was close.  Zak was first, pumping spunk into Harry.  That
put Harry over the edge and, for the first time, Zak felt a boy's sperm on
his tongue.  He wasn't sure what to do, but since Harry seemed to have
swallowed his he felt that that was what you did with a mouthful of cum.
He was a willing learner.  Fred and I kept at it quite a bit longer, but
eventually he unloaded into me.  I broke off to give him a spunk-swapping
kiss, then he went down on me again.  The sensation of his spunk-filled
mouth engulfing my cock was enough and I blasted off into him almost
immediately.  Now all four of us had come.  "Time for the last part," I
said, "come on Zak."  I took him by the cock and the four of us stood in a
close ring.  "This is where you piss.  You can aim it where you like - we
do it on each other and we'll do it on you." and no sooner had I said this
that I aimed my cock at his belly and let loose.  A golden arc of piss hit
his belly and splashed down him.  Immediately three other cocks started to
pour out their golden showers, and, like yesterday, we all collapsed in a
pissy heap.  "God, that was great," sighed Zak, "far better than just
watching.  I'll do this with John as well as that 69 thing."

"We're going into the sea to clean up," said Harry, "come on."

While we were bathing and horsing around I asked Zak how he felt about what
we'd done.  I wanted to be sure he was as keen on everything as I was.  He
left me in no doubt.  Good, I thought.  I asked him if he would like to
come to the pictures with us that afternoon.  "Could be fun," I said with a
wink.  "I'll need to ask my mum, but I don't think she'll mind.  How will
we get there?"  "Fred's Dad will take us to Penzance," I said.  I told him
where Peter's bungalow was and to meet us there at 2.  "Isn't that the
lorry man's house?" he asked.  "Yes," I said, "his name's Peter and that's
where we're staying for the weekend."  "Won't he mind?"  I thought is
highly unlikely that Peter would object to the chance of meeting new
willing young flesh living on his doorstep - especially as he had a friend
John as well, but I didn't say that to Zak.  "Course not, you just be
there," and I whispered to him so that the others couldn't hear, "don't
wear any pants. OK?"  Zak nodded.  He was aware that I might have something
planned for this afternoon.  "See you at 2," and he pedalled off.

Fred, Harry and I went back to Alan and Peter.  "We've been up to no good
with a local kid, Zak," I said to Peter.  "He lives in Camborne - d'you
know him?  He knows you as 'the lorry man' he said."  "Yes, I think so.
There's a kid of 12 - is that him?"  "Yes.  He likes what we like.  I've
asked him to come to the pictures with us this afternoon - is that OK?"  I
would be up shit creek if it wasn't OK, but I didn't think that very
likely.  Luckily Peter seemed happy as no doubt he was thinking along the
same lines as I had done about possible future opportunities with Zak.

Just before 2 o'clock Zak appeared on his bike.  God, he looked sexy, I
thought.  I went out to tell him to put his bike at the back out of sight,
and introduced him to the others.  I got the impression that Alan wasn't
too keen, but Peter made up for that.  "Hi, Zak," he said, "I've seen you
around the town.  Where do you live?"  Zak told him, and Peter filed away
the information.  "Right, it's time we set off," said Alan, "it'll be a
squeeze with six of us, but you boys'll manage somehow."

When we got to the cinema the Newsreel was playing again.  The
Commissionaire looked at us, wondering perhaps why the group that had been
in yesterday were back again today.  Still, it was all money in the till.
We went to the same seats as we had had yesterday - this time there was
no-one else at all upstairs (it was even hotter).  We sat down: Harry,
Peter, Zak, me, Alan, Fred.  Today the men were going to use the other boy,
which was fine by me as I was after Zak.

Ten minutes into On the Waterfront I sensed action from Harry and Fred.
They were getting down onto their knees ready to suck the men's cocks.
Zak's eyes were popping out of his head.  "Is that why we're here?
Crikey!"  He couldn't decide which boy to watch.  I whispered in his ear,
"you and I will be getting it on soon when these guys really get going.
Harry will suck Peter's cock and Peter will cum in his mouth - watch."  And
it all happened just as I had described.  Zak was mesmerised - I don't
think he had any idea that boys and men could do the things that he and
John enjoyed.  I could see that his cock was hard in his shorts.  Time for
me to make my move, I thought.  "Come on, follow me," I said.  "We're off
to the bog," I explained to Alan as we climbed over Fred, still servicing
Alan.

The bog was downstairs.  It had a trough and two cubicles.  It was poorly
lit - no bad thing for the purpose I had in mind. We went into the cubicle
next to the wall, which was the darker of the two.  I sat on the bog seat.
Zak stood in front of me.  Both our shorts were tenting with rigid boy-cock
urgency.  "Take you shorts off," I whispered, and I took mine off at the
same time.  We admired each other, knowing that there would soon be some
hot action.  I gently retracted his foreskin and licked his knob end,
sending shivers down his spine.  "Have you ever been fucked?" I asked.  He
shook his head. "Want to be?"  "I'm not sure.  I'd like to try, but it
might hurt."  I went through all the usual stuff - well, it would a bit at
first, but the pain would soon stop and the pleasure would be much better,
and I'd stop if he wanted me to.  As I say, the usual stuff.  I may even
have believed it.  I had brought some lube in my pocket, and was soon
greasing his arse, inserting fingers (which he seemed not to find painful:
good!) and applying some to my cock.  I stood up and bent him over the bog.
Standing behind him I started to push my cock into him.  "Ow!"  I stopped,
my cock-head only just inside.  I waited 10 seconds, then pushed it in a
bit more.  "OK?"  "Yes, but go slowly ... it's nice ... put it all the way
in."  Couldn't have been easier, I thought, this one's going to be ripe for
Peter - I hope he'll thank me.

I started to fuck Zak, slowly, slowly, slowly.  He started to moan.  "Ssh!"
I reached round to feel his cock - it was like steel.  Strange how a boy's
cock when he's at full mast is so hard inside and so soft and pliable on
the outside.  I was getting near and I couldn't help speeding up.  "I'm
gonna cum soon, Zak, can I shoot inside you?"  "Mmm, yes."  So I did, four
times.  I was wanking him to what I hoped would be a memorable climax - his
first with another cock up his arse, when the bog door flew open.

"Come out of there, you filthy buggers."

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<End of Chapter 13>

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