Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2017 13:51:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 14

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 14

"Come out of there, you filthy buggers."

I was out of Zak's arse immediately. My cock went limp, my cum still
coating it.  Zak was limp too, and looked terrified.

I unlocked the bog door and saw that it was the Commissionaire who had
found us.  "Come out of there, you two.  Follow me."  And he strode off
into his office.  We followed sheepishly, uncertain about how this was
going to turn out.  I had to take the blame, obviously, not least because I
was the one doing the fucking.  I whispered to Zak that he should keep his
mouth shut, leave this to me, and do exactly what I said.  He nodded.  We
stumbled, still naked, into the man's office.  It was next to the bog, and
I could see at once what had happened.  A quick glance at his crutch
confirmed my guess.  He had been watching us through a small hole somewhere
and had enjoyed what he had seen, at least as far as the swelling in his
trousers indicated.  I decided to play all innocent.

"Well, what have you got to say for yourselves?  I'm going to tell the
police about you."  Now this was clearly nonsense, as he would have to tell
the cops how he knew we were misbehaving in the bog, but I wasn't going to
point this out to him.  "Please, sir, it was my fault.  Don't tell our Dad
or he'll kill me," I whimpered.  Zak kept his mouth shut.  The
Commissionaire said nothing.  "Please," I said again, I hoped sufficiently
diffidently to get him thinking, "I'll never do it again.  Please."  I
didn't want to overdo it by saying "I'll do anything" as that seemed rather
too obvious.  Still, it might be necessary if there was no response from
Sir.  Oh, it occurred to me, if I say Sir again and act submissive as well
as frightened ...  "Pleeeease, sir."

I landed him.  Here was a boy in front of him, naked, his limp cock still
cummy, frightened, afraid of what his father would do to him, and seemingly
willing to do whatever was necessary to stop the cops - or his father -
being told.  The Commissionaire bought into my act hook, line and sinker.
All I had to do now was make sure that he chose me first, not Zak.

In the end it was surprisingly simple.  He had caught me, as he believed,
raping my unwilling kid brother.  I needed to be punished by being raped.
So I had to go first.  "Right," he said," you've been a disgusting bully,
doing that to your brother.  You need to be punished.  Bend over that
chair."  I thought for one awful minute that he was going to beat me.  Not
that I would have minded too much, but he might have gone on to beat - or
worse, to fuck - Zak, and that wasn't to be allowed.  I had to protect the
kid.  So I bent over with trepidation.  Luckily my first guess was right -
this man wanted to show me the error of my ways by subjecting me to the
ordeal I had been forcing Zak to submit to.  I heard him open his trousers.
Zak gazed in horror.  "Wait," I mouthed to him, and I was thankful that he
understood.  The Commissionaire wanted me to suffer - well, that was fine
by me: I would act the part.

He had his cock in his hand.  Zak could see what I couldn't - that it was
long and fat.  Its cut head was wet but there was no chance he was going to
use lube.  This would be awkward at first, but luckily the juices that the
butt plug had caused overnight were still in there.  It wouldn't be too bad
and I might actually enjoy it after a while.  It would depend how long he
could keep at it.  If he was raping me as an act of violent dominance, and
he had been perving at two naked boys fucking in front of his eyes, the
chances were he would spunk pretty soon after he got it in.  Zak would have
to be quick.  "Wait," I mouthed again.

In it went, hard and unsubtle.  He fucked me violently.  It wasn't fun.  He
started to groan.  "Run!" I yelled to Zak, who grabbed his clothes and was
out of the door in a flash.  "You little cunt!" the man yelled, but his
cock was too near cumming to let him go after Zak (I thought I had been the
little cunt, but apparently not).  Mercifully soon his cock swelled up and
he squirted his load deep inside me.  While he was still spasming I pulled
forward, grabbed my clothes, permitted myself a "fuck you, you pervert" and
ran back into the cinema.  There was no-one about (the film was half-way
through) so I didn't meet anyone while I was running naked up the stairs,
my cock still cummy and my arse dripping with his cum.

When I got back to the others Zak was there, sobbing.  His delight when he
saw me was heart-warming.  I cuddled him.  "Don't worry, he won't come
after us.  We're OK now.  "Didn't it hurt when he did you?" he asked.
"Yes, a bit, but I've been fucked often enough before.  When it's done
gently it's wonderful, but when it's like that it's just something you put
up with."  (If only he knew.)  Peter and Alan were anxious to know what had
happened and I gave them the bare details.  "I was fucking Zak; the bloke
in charge was peeping through a hole he'd made in the bog wall; he caught
us; he was going to tell the cops but I let him rape me instead."  "You
WHAT!" shouted Peter ("Ssh! from the rest of us.)  "I didn't want him
hurting Zak, so I said things that made him want to punish me.  It wasn't
any fun being raped, but I've been fucked by loads of people" (this was
news to everybody) "and he didn't last long - under a minute.  It's not a
huge ordeal.  Don't make a fuss, I'm OK, really. But I would like Zak to
sit on my knee."

He was there instantly, and my cock snuggled into his naked arse cheeks.
"Thanks, Woody," he murmured, "that was really brave."  I cuddled him, "not
really.  I wanted to make sure you were safe."  I was becoming very fond of
Zak.  If I'd be leaving in a couple of days it would be no bad thing for
either of us.  He was far too young to be in love with anyone, but after a
week of this it might be hard to avoid (and not just for him). "What can we
do to get back at that bastard?" asked Fred, who was highly indignant on my
behalf.  "Nothing," I said, "let it drop."  We went back to watching
Marlon.  The fun that Peter and Alan had been having with the boys had
either finished, or the mood had changed with our sudden dramatic return.

Twenty minutes later Harry murmured to us that he had an idea.  "I know how
we can really annoy that bloke, and he won't be able to do a thing about
it."  "And?" I asked.  "Well, I need to piss.  Why don't we all just piss
where we are and then he'll have to clean it up?"  That this had its appeal
I had to agree.  "Great idea, Harry, let's do just that."  I wasn't sure
that Alan or Peter thought it a great idea, but I didn't let that stop me.
I whispered to Zak, "you're sitting on my knee.  You know how much we three
like piss games, so just let it go when you feel like it.  Only turn round
with your back to the film before you do."

I knew what Zak and I would be doing.  We were both still naked, so
everything would go onto the seats and floor, and would really annoy the
old bastard.  I needed to know what Fred and Harry thought, so I asked Alan
and Peter if they minded sitting on the outside of the group.  "Why?" asked
Peter.  I explained about what we wanted to do to piss off the
Commissionaire.  "Isn't that a bit childish?" he asked.  "Yes, but we're
children, remember," I said cheekily (or some of us were).  "You don't have
to join in, but we're going to just before the end.  What did you and Alan
get up to while Zak and I were away?"  He leant over and whispered that
after Harry had sucked him off he wanted to fuck Harry but Harry had said
no, he would rather Peter fucked him on the bed as it was much nicer there.
There wasn't room in the cinema seat.  So Harry hadn't cum yet, I thought -
good.  What about the other two?  Peter said that Fred had sucked his Dad's
cock, but he didn't think that they'd done anything else.  I hadn't missed
much then - good again.

I whispered to Fred and Harry, "take off your clothes before you
piss. otherwise everything'll get wet and we'll have a real problem when we
leave.  After we're done we'll put them back on again so no-one'll see that
we've wet ourselves.  We may stink a bit, but if Peter or Alan objects we
know ways of making it up to them all right."  "What will I do?" asked Zak,
'cos if I put my clothes back on after we've pissed I'll stink when I get
home."  This was a poser, and I couldn't immediately think of an convincing
way round it.

Fifteen minutes later it was clear that the film was getting near the end.
"Come on, Zak, time for action," I said and he turned round, still sitting
on my legs but now facing me.  "Oh God, I see what you two are up to," said
Alan, "if you must, then fire away, but we're not joining in."  He and
Peter moved several seats away, well out of range, leaving us four boys
free to let go.  Zak was the first to let loose.  He held his foreskin
tightly between his fingers, allowing it to fill with piss.  Suddenly he
let go and the piss went all over my chest, running down my belly and
soaking my pubes and - the object of the exercise - the seat.  I followed,
using the same method, soaking Zak.  We both relaxed, allowing the flow to
continue uninterrupted all over our bodies and down our legs to the floor.
Fred and Harry watched, their mouths open.  Quickly they stripped and their
cocks were out and ready to unload.  Then Harry said, "here comes mine,"
and his cock started to unleash.  This was too much for Fred, "oh fuck,
here's mine," and his started as well. "Come on you two, spray it around
properly," I said.  Immediately two 13-year-old cocks were being aimed all
round while their bladders emptied.  When we'd finished all four of us were
soaked.  So were about ten seats and a big area of floor.  By the time the
mess was discovered the whole place would stink of piss.  With any luck the
cinema might have to close for a few days while it was cleaned, and the
Commissionaire would lose his job.  Such is the fantasy mind of
14-year-olds.

I worked out the Zak problem.  It was only his shorts that were the snag as
we could easily walk through the street without any tops.  If Zak put my
t-shirt on upside down, putting his legs through the arm holes and rolled
the top down to his waist only a careful look would discover that it was a
shirt and not an odd-looking pair of shorts.  If he walked over a manhole
anyone below looking up would have had the pleasure of seeing 12-year-old
tackle walking over his head, but that wasn't really very likely.  I
explained this to Zak, who though that I was mad, but that, despite that,
it seemed like a fun thing to do.  We all set off, shorts on and t-shirts
kept well away from our still damp bodies.  When we got back to Peter's Zak
had a quick shower and get into clothes which, as far as his mum could
tell, had been on all day.  He pedalled off, but not before thanking Peter
and Alan politely and asking if he could come to play again tomorrow.
"That's not up to me," said Peter, "but if these guys can put up with
another stinky boy I think we can," grinning at Alan, who allowed himself a
smile.  These guys certainly could; we all nodded.  "That's settled, then,"
Peter said.  "Why not ask your mum if you can sleep over tomorrow night?
I'm sure we can ... fit something in!"

Zak's eyes lit up, as did mine, Fred's and Harry's.  What did Peter have in
mind?  He pedalled off having had a day he would never forget.

The rest of us were hot and smelly.  Before we got into the shower I asked
Peter whether he minded what we had done in the cinema.  He said he had
been worried to hear that Zak and I had been caught, but that I seemed to
have a wise head on my shoulders (!) and to have found a good way out.  Was
I sure that Zak was OK?  I reassured him that he had nothing to worry about
there.  I said that Alan seemed withdrawn - had we done something to annoy
him.  Peter wasn't sure, but he thought that Alan had reacted badly to the
pissing in the cinema.  I said I would try to put that right - we didn't
want to make a breach between Alan and his boys.  I said I would take the
blame, and put my wise old head to good use.  "Not the only head you might
try," suggested Peter.  "Ah!" I thought.

After cleaning up we all went out again for something to eat.  Then back
home with more wine.  The evening was likely to be a repeat of yesterday,
but with a difference.

I managed to find Alan on his own when we got back.  "I'm really sorry if
you were cross about us pissing ourselves in the cinema.  It was my idea
and the others just got carried away.  Zak was very frightened at what
happened to us, and he wanted to get back at that bloke probably more than
I did.  Your two just went along with it.  Please don't be cross any more.
It's much more fun when we're all relaxed," and I gave him my sexiest
smile.  I remembered how much I had enjoyed the sensuous fuck he had given
me - God! was it only last night?  "When you fucked me yesterday it was the
best I've had for ages.  Can we do it again?"  What boy-lover could resist?
Alan was fucking his son and Harry pretty often and a new arse - mine - to
plunge his cock into and ravish was still, to him, a challenge.  Sex with
me wasn't a routine thing, as I guessed it might have become with Fred and
Harry.

"I'm glad you've said all that," he said.  "I was cross in the cinema as I
thought what you did was disgraceful.  The right thing to do would have
been to come and get us and we would have confronted the man and gone to
the police.  I know why you didn't do that, but when you grow up you'll
learn that revenge isn't always best done quickly.  But you've apologized,
and that's a grown-up thing to do," and he shook my hand.  "The matter's
closed," he smiled.  "I like your other idea much better.  We'll give them
something to think about, eh!"  This could be fun, I thought.

When we all assembled in the bedroom and the wine had had its effect on us
I announced that I badly needed to be fucked properly, to get the memory of
that evil bastard out of my mind.  "But not just properly," I said, "I need
two hard horny men's cocks up me, one after another.  Who likes sloppy
seconds?"  Alan said nothing but I was (secretly) pleased that Peter said
that he hadn't had sloppy seconds since he was 17 and would be happy to do
so again tonight, especially - as he was kind enough to put it - in such a
cute arse.  What a nice man!  Harry muttered to Fred, "what's sloppy
seconds?"  Fred had no idea, so I said that it was when a well-fucked arse,
still full of cum, was fucked again soon after.  Fred's eyes lit up with
sudden understanding and, if I'm a judge of these things, enthusiasm.  I
wondered whether, when these three went home, someone (not Alan, though)
would be getting sloppy seconds.  I would never know.

A plan was hatching.  Alan would fuck me, closely followed by Peter.  That
meant that Fred and Harry would have to devise something together.  We
would find out in time, no doubt.

Alan lay on his back, his cock sticking straight up.  I went down on it,
swallowing as much of it as I could, bobbing up and down and letting my
spit run down onto his balls.  Nice full balls, balls whose hot spunk would
soon - not too soon, I hoped - be plastered up my arse ready for Peter.  I
rolled them in my hands and Alan shivered.  "God, you're good, kid."  I
heard Fred and Harry whispering about something as I continued to work on
Alan.  Soon he reached for the lube and spread some on his hands.  "Come
on, Woody, let's he having you."  He took my cock in both hands, coating it
in lube, then smeared his own cock.  "Sit on it so I can see your face as I
fuck you."

This could be fun, I thought, as I lowered myself towards his cock.  As I
was positioned my hole over it I felt two hands on my bum cheeks.  Fred and
Harry were gently pulling them apart, making it easy to fit my hole over
Alan's cock.  The boys' fingers teased my opening, which, as I relaxed,
opened out to accommodate the fat throbbing thing which would give me so
much pleasure.  As I lowered my self slowly onto it I could sense Alan
holding himself back from thrusting upwards, so I made it teasingly slow
for him as I eased myself up and down, only letting his cock-head touch my
arse lips.  "Oh fuck, kid, you're a real pro," he muttered.  At last I let
him get it further in and, pausing once the head had stretched me - always
a good moment - I suddenly pushed down as hard as I could.  Suddenly his
whole cock was up me, filling me with electric sensations deep inside.
This was so strong a feeling that I decided to repeat it, and lifted myself
right off his cock ("Aaah" from Alan; "Wow!" from Fred or Harry - I
couldn't tell which, as I was too involved).  Down again, just the cock
head and the delightful stretch ... plunge all the way in.  Alan quickly
caught on that I was going to do all the work, so he let me get on with it.

I went on fucking myself with Alan's cock in this way.  I established a
good rhythm which I reckoned I could keep up for some time - it would be up
to Alan to see how long he could last.  Fred and Harry knelt on either side
of Alan's head, allowing him access to their rampant cocks.  He turned his
head to one side and licked Fred's cock-head.  Harry pulled his foreskin
back so that when Alan turned his head the other way he had a glistening
glans to lick.  Harry shivered with pleasure; he was really pleased that he
hadn't been cut.  Fred's cock seemed much less sensitive.  Alan's head went
from side to side, licking and slurping Fred's cock, then Harry's.  Up and
down went my arse, the sensations in me mounting slowly.

After five or six minutes Harry and Fred exchanged a look.  Their sessions
with Alan had made them familiar with the signs that Alan was getting
nearer to cumming, and they knew that he would blast up me within a minute
or so.  They timed it well.  They knelt upright and each started to wank
himself, slowly at first then, as their orgasms approached, faster and
faster.  They had obviously done this before, and their timing was spot on.
They started to moan and "Here it comes!" cried Fred as his cock shot a
rope of cum across his Dad's face, and another, and a third.  As Fred's
second spurt gushed from his cock Harry cried "Yessss!" and his cock spewed
out its load on Alan's face, the two pearly trails crossing.  The boys'
spunk rolled down Alan's face.  Peter, who had had no part in any of this
until now (but who had been watching fascinated, slowly stroking his cock)
leant forward and massaged the spunky mess into Alan's face and chest.
Getting a 13-year-old facial wasn't new to Alan, but having the warm spunk
massaged into his skin was new, and exciting and ... "Oh God, oh God,
ohgodohgodohgod" he plunged his cock up me as far as he could and blasted
deep into me.  My insides were so sensitive, made so by the sheer size of
his cock, that I could feel each spurt as his cock-head swelled up, the
spunk was forced out, the cock-head got smaller, then a second later it
swelled again and another pulse of juice splashed into me.  Five times -
five! - I don't remember that much cum before.

"Right," said Peter, "over here, Woody."  I lifted myself off Alan, who
would rather I had stayed there with my soft wet arse caressing his
shrinking cock, and I moved to where Peter indicated.  "Kneel down, this is
going to be doggy fashion."  Good, I thought, I like doggy fashion - it
means my cock isn't too close to where my arse is being filled and I can
get some action there at the same time.  My arse lips were still open and
wet with my juices and some of Alan's cum, which had started to leak out
and run down my thighs.  There was still plenty up me for a good sloppy
seconds session.  Alan was still recovering, but the boys, recovering as
only 14-year-olds can, were in close attendance on where the next fucking
was about to start.  Peter told them to get as close as they liked - his
pleasure was going to be enhanced by the fact that two very fuckable boys
would be watching as his cock plunged in and out of a third.

Peter hadn't fucked me since our first night, and I was looking forward to
it.  "Go on then, stick it right in.  You won't want to hang about with all
that cum up there already," I said, "tell us what you're feeling."  Peter
twigged that I wanted to hear dirty talk, and that this was likely to get
Fred and Harry going again.  I hoped one of them would look after my needs
while Peter was busy.

Peter began a running commentary.  "My cock is ready now.  My skin is back
and my cock-head is touching your cum-drenched lips.  I'm rubbing them with
my cock and getting the wetness of your arse all over it.  God! it's hot
... I'm pushing in now ... no resistance ... your arse is so wide open I
could get a lot more up these ... ever been fisted ... I'm right in now
... you're so full of cum ... I can feel it squelching round my cock as I
push in and out ... I'm going to long-fuck you ... you'll never have a fuck
as good as this ... oooh! I've not had one this good for ages ... I love
sloppy seconds ... I won't last much longer you gorgeous beauty you ..."
Harry had decided he had to get involved and he crept under me to position
his lips around my cock.  "Ooh! yes, Harry, that's what I need.  Suck my
cock while Peter rams his huge mancock up me."  What was Fred going to do,
I wondered.  I looked down and saw that his lips were glued round Harry's
cock.  There was going to be a multiple cum pretty soon.

Peter was near now.  He grabbed my by the hips and stuck his cock into my
hungry arse as far as it would go, unleashing a torrent of luscious spunk
to wet my insides completely.  The pulsing of his cock and the sensation of
hot spunk streaming out of his cock was all I needed to squirt my spunk
into Harry's mouth.  Peter was able to fuck me for a few seconds after he
came, making an erotic squelching sound.  I ejaculated another gush of my
cum each time Peter thrust up into me until we both had no more to give.
Harry swallowed his mouthful at much the same time as he squirted into
Fred.  There was no-one to deal with Fred, so he spat out Harry's cum onto
his cock and about ten seconds later his cock spewed out his second load of
the night.

All five of us were completely knackered.  We slept in a sweaty exhausted
pile.


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<End of Chapter 14>

This has been a chunkier chapter than usual.  There will now be a gap of
several days before Chapter 15 as I'm going to be away from my PC.  Lots of
time for me (and Zak, of course) to wind myself up for tomorrow. Chapter 15
will be about what we get up to ... what will it be?  You'll have to wait
until next week, boys.

The flow of messages has slowed down a bit, but I still welcome ideas about
what mischief you would like to read about.  There's not much I won't find
inspiring, apart from girls, obviously.  The rape scene, which some of you
have asked for, wasn't easy to write - not because it was distasteful, but
because it isn't easy to write sensually, as I try to do with the other sex
acts, about rape.  So rape is unlikely to figure again unless I get a fresh
idea.  There will be more of the things we've had so far - wanking,
sucking, fucking, pissing.  No scat yet - is that a possibility, I wonder?
If there's going to be pissfucking there's bound to be scat.  After all,
which teenager in 1957 would have thought of douching?  I will be returning
from Cornwall by train, so I think I might try the trainspotting seduction
trick again.

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