Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 14:50:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 20

Fourteen again by badboi666

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Chapter 20

Jim stood naked before me.  He was stock still, his hands by his side, his
cock half erect.  His world was about to change.  I took his hands and
placed them on my head, hoping that he would take that as encouragement
that he could guide me if he felt he wanted to.  I could hear snap! snap!
snap! from Tom in the background.  With any luck Jim would not notice him
once we had got down to business.

I opened my lips and bent forward, taking the head of Jim's cock between my
lips.  I wanted him to feel lips on his cock before I took it into my
mouth; that way he would encounter two levels of sensation.  As he felt my
lips on him he shuddered and sighed, and his hands grabbed my hair, perhaps
to steady himself, perhaps to make sure that the thrill running through him
didn't stop.  I washed my tongue round his cock, bathing the head in spit
and licking along the sensitive underside towards his balls.  By now he was
fully erect, and he was well-endowed for a 15-year-old - a good six inches.
His balls hung low and I gently rolled them in my hand, feeling the weight
of long pent-up boy spunk soon to be released.

I took my mouth away from his cock.  "When did you last cum?"  "Yesterday
night in bed."  "Good," I said, "that means you'll have built up a nice big
mouthful of cum for me," and I returned to dealing with the focus of my
pleasure (and his, to judge by the deep sigh of pleasure when he felt my
lips on his cock again).  Snap! snap! snap!

It was time for me to take his cock into my mouth properly.  I've never
been any good at deep-throating, but as Jim was a novice it wasn't
something he was expecting.  I got about four inches in, and moved my mouth
back and forth, giving him the sensation of mouth-fucking me.  He quickly
got the point and began to move himself, and soon he was fucking my mouth
pretty vigorously.  I took my mouth away again.  "Slow down, Jim, there's
no hurry.  It'll be a lot better if we do it slowly."

I could keep this up for ages, I thought, but the boy won't let me.  He
needs to cum quickly.  That will get the pressure off, and allow the second
one to be much more prolonged, with time for me to be adventurous.  There
might be a third too if we're all lucky.  I didn't want to do anything too
unorthodox this first time, so I contended myself with licking and sucking
his cock - it was a very nice cock, even though it was cut - and gently
fondling his balls.  Time enough for arse play later.

I kept on with the lip action, thinking (correctly) that he would find this
more erotic.  He started to moan and I knew he was getting close.  Snap!
snap! snap!  Tom could tell he was getting close too.  I wondered whether
Tom had a movie camera, not that there would be any visible cum from the
boy this first time.  "Oh, Peter, I'm about to shoot - it'll go in your
mouth." He would quickly realise that that was the point, and when I made
no move to take my mouth off his cock he groaned, still reluctant to let
fly in a place he thought forbidden.  I stroked his balls again and gently
pulled them downwards, away from his body.  That was enough to yip him
over, and with another groan "oh fuck, I'm cumming, sorry, sorry!" he
squirted a delicious load into my mouth.  I worked my tongue over his
sensitive cock, coating it with his cum before swallowing it, and licking
my lips.  "That was tasty, Jim, thanks."  "Don't you mind it in your
mouth?"  "Course not, it tastes good, and I love a mouthful of cum.  You'll
probably feel the same if you try it."

Jim's cock wilted quickly, and I knew there was a danger that he might
suffer from post-orgasmic withdrawal.  Tom stepped in.  "That was really
great to watch, you two.  Jim, your face in the build-up to cumming was
beautiful.  You really enjoyed it!"  Jim grinned, a little embarrassed.  It
was the first time anyone else had touched his cock, it was the first time
he'd been sucked off, it was the first time he'd cum in front of an adult -
so many new, and exciting, naughty things.  "I don't think I've ever done
so much cum before.  Peter's mouth was fantastic."  I waited for what I
hoped might come next.  Jim hesitated (yes, I thought, say it Jim) ... can
I do you the same?  Will you teach me?  Darling boy, I thought!

"That would be super, but let's get onto the sofa where we'll be more
comfortable," I said, and I took him by the hand and let him over.  Tom
moved his camera to capture us.  I laid down on my back, shamelessly
exposing myself to Jim's gaze.  He had a good look, and was, as I expected,
interested in the fact that I was uncut.  "I've seen cocks like that, with
skin, on boys at school, but I've never been close.  Can I look properly?"
What a polite boy, I thought, asking so nicely if he can examine my cock!
"Feel free," I said, "you can roll the skin back if you like.  It looks the
same as yours underneath."

Very gingerly Jim knelt beside the chaise longue and took hold of my cock
in both hands.  Holding the half-erect shaft in his left hand he touched my
foreskin with his right, and carefully pulled it back.  "Christ!" he said
as my glistening glans was slowly revealed, my piss slit oozing pre-cum,
"that's neat!"  "If you keep on doing that," I said, "I'll cum pretty
quickly.  Play around a bit, do things to my balls."  Thus encouraged Jim
became adventurous.  He leant forward and licked the tip of my cock -
involuntary shudder from me - he reached over and stroked my balls ("you
don't have to be too gentle - they're not made of glass"), and began to
wank me.  "That's nice, Jim."

I stretched out my right arm and put it round him, drawing him closer.  I
leant forward and licked his left nipple, causing a shudder.  "Nice?"
"Yes; weird, but nice.  Do it again."  So I did, then he bent to his task
with my stuff.  He was a good wanker, and soon had me getting close.
"Gonna shoot soon," I said, "aim it onto my belly, and hold my balls as I
cum ... nearly there ... yesss!" and the day's first spunk shot up and out
of me, making a nice trail as it landed.  Three good-sized ropes.  "Fuck!"
said Jim, "that's really hot to see."  He hesitated again, and I knew what
was coming.  "Can I, er, can I (snap! snap! snap!) taste it?"  "You don't
need to ask here, Jim.  If you want to do something, you just do it.  So
long as it doesn't hurt no-one's going to mind.  OK?"  "Yes, OK, thanks."
He bent forward and put his finger into my cum trail, feeling it and
putting his finger in his mouth.  I decided I would do the same, "mmm!"
Jim must have decided that it didn't taste too bad, so scooped up a larger
amount, which he licked off his fingers.  "it is tasty, isn't it!" (A
pause.)  "Oh, fuck it!" And he bent down and licked up the whole of my
juicy offering.  "Don't swallow!" I said, "keep it in your mouth."  Big
risk time, I thought, but I was pretty confident that the heightened
sexuality of the moment would ensure that it wouldn't go wrong.  "Here,"
and I leaned across and pulled his face to mine.  I kissed him on the lips.
His immediate reaction was one of shocked surprise, but as soon as I opened
my lips his opened as well, allowing my spunk back into my body.  In order
to reinforce the importance of this moment - in some ways more intimate
than sucking his cock - I put both arms round him and hugged him.  "That
was great, Jim."  Snap! snap! snap!

"Well, you two, that was some performance.  I got some great pictures of
you both.  Come into the kitchen and have a biscuit while I change the
film."  I was amused to see that Jim had no reticence about ogling Tom's
cock - his initial embarrassment at being seen starting had disappeared.
Cocks, especially those belonging to other guys, were for looking at, and -
with luck - for playing with.  But first, biscuits and more juice.

Tom soon returned with his camera reloaded, and joined us at the table,
sitting opposite us.  "What do you think you'd like to do next," he asked,
"something different, I think."  I waited.  Jim hesitated again.  If I
couldn't get him confident enough to say what he wanted - however
outrageous - I was failing as a host.  "Jim, whatever you want to try is
going to be OK with us.  We are both very open-minded about sex, especially
the kinky things you might not dare to ask for.  So spit it out - what
would you like to do?"

Jim was plucking up courage, and Tom and I both waited.  "What I'd really
like is to fuck Peter."  Oh, good, I thought, just what I need!  "Great!" I
said, " I'd like that too.  Let's go through and get on with it before I
change my mind.  Just joking, Jim, I love being fucked, and having that big
thing of yours up my arse will be pure joy."

We went back to the studio.  Jim said to me quietly "I don't know how to do
this - will you show me?"  "Don't worry," I said, "I'll guide you."  I laid
down on my back again.  If this was his first fuck it would be best if he
entered me with my arse wide open and my legs by my ears.  (I wished I
could still do that 56 years later.). I told him to stand between my legs
and to have a good look at my arse.  "It's clean, you can play with it to
get it ready for your cock.  If you start to fuck me now I'll be dry and
it'll be uncomfortable for both of us.  I pointed to the lube and told him
to squirt some into his hands and get them juicy. "Now rub your hands on my
arse cheeks and over my hole.  You need to get the lube up me, so stick a
finger in and push it around in there."  "Are you sure?"  "Oh, yes, I'm
sure all right.  I love fingers up my arse, almost as much as I love having
a big cock up there.  Go on, it won't hurt."  He overcame his reluctance
and gingerly inserted a lubed finger as far as the first knuckle.  "More,
you can go in as far as your finger'll reach.  In it went.  "Now wriggle it
round."  "There's a lump, is that shit?"  "No," I said, and explained about
the prostate, telling him of its sensitivity.  He wriggled about and my
involuntary twitch told him that my prostate was living up to its
reputation.

I could here snapping from Tom, who was clearly enjoying perving at two
twinky teenagers getting it on.  Jim was oblivious, as what 15-year-old
about to have his first fuck wouldn't be. "Am I juiced up enough in there?"
I asked him.  "I think so, it's very wet."  "That's how it's meant to be.
"Now (and I raised my legs, exposing the target, winking with desire) lube
your cock and touch it to my arsehole."  When he did I pushed out, opening
my lips (snap! snap! snap! really close-up) and reaching forward I pulled
his hips, forcing his cock into me.  Luckily I was very wet inside and he
entered me quickly and deeply.  "Oh fuck!  It's really in!"  The boy can't
believe his luck.  24 hours ago all he's done is wank alongside another
boy, and now he's actually fucking one!  I don't suppose he'll last long,
even though he came only about half an hour ago.  "Don't be in too much
rush," I said, "it's not like a wanking race.  The clever thing is to
prolong it as long as you can.  Once you get practice you'll know it's just
as important to give me pleasure, and make me cum, as it us to cum
yourself.  But don't worry about me for the moment, just enjoy the
sensation your cock us getting as it thrusts up into me.  Don't forget I'm
only 14 and you're a big boy getting your end away in me."

Jim settled into a good rhythm and I enjoyed the sensation of his cock as
its head rubbed past my prostate, in, out, in, out.  I reached up and
stroked his hair, "this is so good," I murmured, "you're fucking me so
deep."  Snap! snap! snap! and I thought I could hear wanking sounds coming
from behind the camera.  "Don't you dare, Tom," I called out, "anything
that comes out of your cock comes out of it into me, or onto me at least."
I heard Tom laugh, "OK pervert."  That's me, I thought, cum-sluts "R" us!
Jim was in a world of his own - a world entirely centred on his cock, his
hard, hard cock, harder and longer and more wonderful than it had ever been
before.  Fuck it if the fact that he was enjoying himself so much, planted
deep inside another boy's hot wet arse, meant that he was queer!  So
fucking what?  Harder and deeper he fucked, and faster as the overload of
lust started to conjure up the magic from his balls, faster, faster, faster
( snap! snap! snap!) until - "Aaaaaaaah, Jesus!" and his cock went in
deeper than ever as it swelled up and the delicious hot boy-spunk poured up
into me.  "Oh fuckohfuckohfuck that's so fucking good, oh God!" and he
collapsed onto me, his cock still deep inside.

Could he stay in there, I wondered.  Evil thoughts assailed me, as they
often do, if I'm honest.  We've both had a helluva lot of squash.  I need a
piss - does he?  Am I pushing him too quickly? I decided I probably was.
We could play piss games another time.  Just as I was wondering about
cumming myself Tom tiptoed over to us.  Abandoning the camera he knelt on
the chaise longue.  "Fancy a 69?" he asked me.  "Fucking silly question," I
replied, "get on with it.  Jim, pull out of me and kneel over me before Tom
starts.  I need to clean your cock."  "But it's been up your arse,"
protested Jim, "it'll be all mucky."  "Do you know. I had noticed that it
was up my arse, now get it in my mouth and ... " but I got no further
before my mouth was full of Jim's cock again, cummy and tasting of arse
juices.  Yum!

"Now come and lie down next to me and watch," I said.  "This is how you
69."  Tom quickly got into position and, with a bit of an effort, I could
get my mouth round his cock.  "This isn't working," he said, "I'm too tall.
Never mind, we'll do it differently.  Who's going to cum first?"  "I am," I
said.  "After that fuck I'm pretty close.  Will you wank me?"  Tom went to
work, slowly wanking my stiff cock, pulling my foreskin back (to Jim's
intense interest, watching about 3 inches away) and flipping it forwards
again.  "Play with my arsehole again, Jim," I begged, "as many fingers up
there as you can, hard!"  Two, three fingers were jammed in, causing me to
arch with pleasure.  Tom was getting me close - this wasn't an occasion for
edging.  "Go, go, go," I cried, and my cock lurched.  Tom pulled the
foreskin back, allowing my spunk to shoot hard out, landing on Tom's face
(I think he had his face there deliberately) with the later spurts coating
my belly again.  "Me now," shouted Tom as he frantically started to wank
himself.  "On me," I said, and hardly had I said it before a stream of cum
flew from Tom's cock to mix with mine.  Jim's eyes were out on stalks.
"Fun, isn't it?" I said.  "Being queer is great."

We needed a rest.  Jim had cum twice, and Tom and I once each.  I suggested
a communal shower - was that possible?  "Be a bit of a squeeze," said Tom,
but I don't suppose anyone'll complain.  "Come on then."  And off we
trooped, cum dripping down my belly.  To stop it falling onto the carpet I
rubbed it in.  Jim saw this and again his eyes were on stalks.  The poor
boy was being shown so many new and undreamed-of things.

Once in the shower, and it was indeed a tight squeeze, we set about washing
off spunk and sweat as we could.  Inevitably it was easier, as well as
being more fun, to wash someone else, and that's how it panned out.  I
washed Jim, he washed Tom and Tom washed me.  Backs, that it.  When we
turned round - do the geometry - it was Jim who washed my cock, as I had
planned it would be.  Lucky Tom got a nice handful of Jim's junk, although
which of the two of them enjoyed it more was impossible to judge.

The juice so thoughtfully provided by Tom (or was it just luck?) was having
a major effect on my bladder, and it seemed to me that Jim would be
similarly under pressure.  "I need a piss," I said, "with all that juice,
and since we're all boys I'm doing it right here."  I waited a few seconds
in case Tom was going to object, but when he didn't I reckoned it was OK.
I aimed the first burst at the drainage hole and cut the flow to see what,
if anything, Jim said.  "That looks really hot, Peter.  I need a piss too."
And a few seconds later he too pissed into the drainage.  Time for me to
let out another burst which, if I got it right ... yes, I did ... crossed
his and caused both streams to splash onto our legs.  "Wow!" said Jim,
"that's so hot."  "This is even hotter," I said, deliberately aiming my
cock, still vigorously pissing, at his belly.  "You bugger!" said Jim, but
the tone of his voice was a give-away as he grinned and aimed his cock at
me.  The ice was now safely broken and we emptied our bladders in a sharing
manner.  I bet Peter wished he had a waterproofed camera.

Peter left the shower, leaving us to wash each other again.  More attention
was paid to cocks and balls (and arseholes, come to that) than was strictly
necessary given that it had only been fresh piss that had dirtied us in the
first place, but, hey! - we're horny teenagers.

As we were drying ourselves, and Tom was in the studio busying himself
there, Jim talked to me about what had happened.  "I really enjoyed every
minute of what we did in there, and the feeling I got when I was fucking
you was immense.  Do you think that means I'm queer?  If it's that exciting
I don't mind as much as I thought I would."  "Look, Jim, " I said, "I'm
only 14 but I've known I was only interested in boys or men since I was 8.
I've never had any doubt, and I've never had any regrets" (except not being
14 properly first time round, I thought regretfully) "so I've never been
worried by being 'queer'.  If that's what people want to call me, then
that's fine.  What matters is whether you feel comfortable with who you
are.  You've only had - what? - two hours of sex with Tom and me, so it's a
bit early to be definite, don't you think?  But from the sound of it you're
very happy so far.  Am I right?"  He thought about it.  "Yes, I believe I
am.  I'm not sure I want anyone to know about it though."  "That makes a
lot of sense," I assured him, "a lot of people will sneer and if the other
kids at school find out you're likely to be bullied about it.  Keep it
quiet until you are sure you can deal with the reactions of people you
tell.  Parents, other kids, whoever - some will be hostile, some will be
startled, but will come round to accepting you for who you are, some -
maybe not many at first - won't mind.  You'll still be the Jim they knew 5
minutes earlier.  One day things will change (thanks for giving me the
chance to say that to a nervous 15-year-old, fairy) but until then you
should be careful."

"That's a lot to think about - thanks, Peter.  You are very grown up for
only 14."  I brushed it off.  Easier that way.  "I don't just mean in your
advice," and he reached over and fondled my cock.  "Time for more?" I
asked.  "Why not?" said our brave new gay boy (not, needless to say, a term
he would heard used for some time).  "What would you like to try then?" I
asked.  "I've sucked you off, and you've fucked me.  I could fuck you if
you like, or you could suck me off, or you could do something with Tom.  Do
you want to try that?"  "Not sure," he said, "doing things with you seems
right, well, not wrong, if you see what I mean (I didn't, but didn't say
so).  With a man it's, well, different."  "And maybe better, don't forget.
Buy I'm not going to suggest what you feel about Tom.  If you like him then
after I've gone you and he will still be in the same town, near enough.
He's seen you doing all kinds of stuff with me, and that hasn't bothered
you, so I guess you tryst him.  Why not do stuff with me while I'm here and
see how you feel about Tom later?"  "Yeah, makes sense."

I waited to see where he wanted to go with me.  The silence suggested to me
that he wanted me to fuck him, but was worried about saying so (it was
queer, after all, to be fucked and if you tried really hard you could just
about persuade yourself that fucking another boy wasn't queer - well, not
much).  The tortuous paths down which the brain will allow itself to be
led!  "I'd like you to fuck me, Peter, but I'm scared it'll hurt."  So much
for my psychoanalytic prowess!  "It will hurt at first, but I'll make sure
it's as little as I can.  Think of it this way.  Your arse pushes out shit,
some of which is a lot thicker than my cock.  Going in isn't as easy as
coming out - your arse isn't designed for things going into it, after all,
but it doesn't take long for it to adjust.  It only hurts while it's
adjusting."

So it was agreed.  I would take his cherry and Tom would record the happy
event for posterity.  We went into the studio to break the news.  "Good,"
he said, "I was hoping something like that might happen.  Sure you're OK
with this, Jim?"  "Yes, Tom, Peter says it'll hurt at first but he'll be as
gentle as he can be.  I trust him.  Are you going to take more pictures?"
"Yes.  I want to see the two of you at it.  It'll be really hot to look at
afterwards.  Good wank material!"  Jim plucked up courage - no time like
the present - and told Tom that, er, if Tom wanted to see him again, er,
another time after Peter had gone then he, er wouldn't mind.  "Do you mean
you would be very pleased, rather than 'wouldn't mind'?" asked Tom.  "Yes,"
replied the boy shyly.  "We have a date, then," said Tom with a grin.
Good, I thought, nothing like bringing joy to people, especially when it
involves bodily fluids.  "But it's us boys now, old man, so get to your
snapping."


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