Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2017 18:47:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com> Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 21 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 2 Wipe 3 Donate =============================================================================== Chapter 21 We had a couple of hours to play before Jim would have to clean up before Tom drove him back to Exeter. I decided I would leave at the same time and start to make my way back to London for Jack's party. If I was to fuck Jim we would have plenty of time for me to do it slowly and with a big build-up of sexual tension in the virgin 15-year-old. It seemed strange that I should be taking an older boy's cherry, but then pretty much everything that had happened since I woke up on my 70th birthday was strange when you thought about it! "Before you start," said Tom, "I want the pictures to show lots of cum. Peter, when you fuck Jim can you pull out before you cum so that it's on camera?" "Better than that," I said, "I'll come out of his arse and scoot around so that we're in 69 position. Then I'll cum on his face. Are you OK with that, Jim?" Jim nodded, not wholly convinced, but unwilling to seem reluctant. "Tell you what," I added, "if you're wanking yourself while I fuck you then if you're ready when I whip my cock out of your arse you can cum on my face too. That'll give pervy Tom some nice pictures to wank over." "That all sounds great," said Tom, "but I think I can cap it. I'll rig up the camera so it's above the chaise longue. When you 69 lie side by side, not on top of each other. When you've both cum on the other one's face - Peter, you scoot round again and lie side by side with your heads together, facing up to the camera. Then I'll wank myself and cum on both your faces. Even better wank material for me!" This whole scenario was so delightfully kinky that my cock was at full mast just thinking about it. "Come on, Jim," I cried, "time for action!" Tom set to fixing the camera to an overhead rack; how he would take pictures while he was cumming wasn't clear to me, but I assumed he knew what he was doing. Something on a timer, perhaps. Anyway, I would be far too busy to worry about that. I told Jim to lie on his back and put his knees beside his ears, exposing his arse to my lascivious plans. Before I got down the preparing him for entry I gave his balls and cock my undivided attention, licking and sucking, rolling his balls gently in my mouth. I licked slowly up the underside of his cock, the veins full of blood, past his pronounced piss-pipe to the sensitive frenulum where my tongue lingered. Being cut he would never knew the sensuous overload of a skilled tongue applied in this area. On to his cock-head, purple and hard. As I licked up it a tear of pre-cum leaked out, followed by a second. Back down with my tongue, this time going past his balls, along the perineum (a shiver from Jim) ... and again stopping short of his hole. I repeated this three more times, on each occasion noticing that more pre-cum was coating his cock. He was cooking nicely. Time to go exploring. I lubed my fingers with KY and gently pushed one in. Jim clenched. "Don't do that, Jim, push out like you're shitting." "I might shit though." "Don't worry, you won't, it always feels like that." And if he did, I thought, I wouldn't mind at all! My finger went a bit further in, and I could tell he was beginning to relax. I kept still and my patience was rewarded when I felt him push, and my finger went straight in as far as it could. "Ooooh! Nice." "Good, it'll be a lot nicer in a minute. Feel full up?" "Yes, a bit. Can you put another one in?" This boy is a natural, I decided; a late arrival, but all the better for experiencing so much in only a few hours. I put in a second finger, and shortly after a third. "That's beginning to be uncomfortable, can you ..." He suddenly stopped as I started my prostate-tickling technique, rubbing with my index and ring finger (appropriate!) and pushing as far in as I could with the middle one. "Oh fuck! what's that?" It wasn't uncomfortable any more, that's for sure. I set to again. "Oh God!" There was a danger of his cumming if I stimulated him there any more, and I was keen to have us both cumming at roughly the same time. I had no idea how trigger sensitive Jim was, and I didn't want to take any chances. Out came the fingers, slowly. "Ah!" And in went a well-lubed cock, slowly. "Aaaaah!" I think 'Ah' was regret whereas 'Aaaaah' was deep, deep pleasure. It is usually, after all. "Enjoying that?" I asked as I set up a slow deep rhythm. In between times when I was pushing all the way in he managed to mutter "yes". "You can wrap your legs behind my back if you like, I'll get in deeper that way." Legs were duly arranged and I did indeed get a further inch or so into this boy's hot dark wet inside. I wasn't too far away myself now, so I told him that he ought to start to wank himself. "I reckon about half a minute, maybe a bit more," I muttered, still fucking him long and hard. I wondered whether I should stick three fingers up as soon as I withdrew my cock, but decided not to as he would almost certainly have cum immediately, too early for Tom's plan. Tom had been snapping throughout this performance, and I hoped he would have noticed the things that turned Jim on. I was nearly there. I pulled out. "Come on, Jim, 69 side by side." We moved quickly, each of us wanking hard as we did so. "Nearly there," he groaned. "Me too. Give it to me, Jim, paint my face with your hot cum." Four seconds later he cried out "Yessssssss!" and I could feel the spunk squirting out onto my face: one across my nose, one across my lips and a smaller dribble on my chin. As the last of these hit I reached my climax and my spunk poured onto Jim's 15-year-old no-longer-virgin face, running down his cheek. A shout of "Move!" came from Tom, so I quickly turned round. Jim and I lay side by side, our spunk-covered faces pressed tightly together, looking up at the camera. I could see Tom standing at our heads, his cock in his hand as he furiously wanked it a few inches above our eyes. I could feel Jim's spunk running across my lips, and I opened my mouth to catch it on my tongue. At that instant Tom gave a roar and ropes of cum flew from his cock. He swept it from side to side as his spunk poured out, zig-zagging a train across our young innocent (well, innocent-looking) faces. Spent, he stepped back. Snap! snap! snap! I had not consciously heard it before, but now it seemed deafening. Jim and I turned to look at each other. Neither of us could believe what we saw - a boy whose face was streaked with the cum, still hot and glistening, of a man and a teenager. I reached over and took his head in my hands. My lips opened as I planted a kiss on his mouth. To my delight his lips opened too, and within a moment a great swapping of spunky saliva was taking place. "Enjoy that?" I asked, somewhat unnecessarily. "Fuck, yes," said Jim, "I've been missing so much. When you poked around my - what was it? postrate?" ( I put him right) "it was the most magic feeling I've ever had. Far better than wanking. When your tongue worked its way up my bollocks and my cock it was really tingly - I felt as though my cock had never been harder. Then when you ran your tongue back down nearly to my arse I so wanted you to lick me there. But each time when you went all the way up my cock and back down again I could feel myself getting more and more excited. I couldn't imagine being more worked up, but I was so wrong! Your fingers up my arse were like bolts of lightning, and when you wriggled them round inside and rubbed my prostate I don't know how I didn't faint, or explode with pleasure or something. If you'd kept on doing that I think I'd have cum all over myself without touching my cock or anything. I so wanted you to keep on, but you took your fingers out. I felt so empty for a few seconds, then your wonderful cock" (he reached over and took it in his hand, squeezing it fondly) "entered me and it was a whole level sexier than what you'd done before. I didn't know another boy's cock could be so hot and hard, and so exciting to have up my arse, fucking me. Some of me wanted it to go on for ages, and some of me wanted to cum, and to go on cumming for ages. When you took your cock out I was desperate to have you in me again, fucking me and filling my body with your magic cock" (if only he knew!) "and your hot juicy cum. And then I came, all over your face, just like we meant to." "And I came too, all over you. Here, let me clean you up," I said, and my tongue lapped the spunk - mine and Tom's - still glistening on his face. "Me too," he said, and we ended up licking each other like a pair of spaniels. "Like the taste?" asked Tom, still snapping away. "Mmm" from Jim and "of course," from me. By now we were completely down from our sex-driven high. The spunk was cleaned off and swallowed. It was time to clean up so that Jim would return home as fresh as he had been when he went train-spotting about 8 hours ago. He had come a long way; had he accepted what he clearly was? would he be happy with that? Only time would tell. Time, and (I hoped) sensitive handling by Tom in the days and weeks to come. "Will you look after him?" I asked Tom quietly when Jim had led into the shower. "Of course I will," he said. He's a nice, sensible boy as well as being a highly-sexed and imaginative one. We'll be seeing a lot of each other, I think." "Good," I said, happy that another teenager had been set on the path his sexuality had determined for him. I wished that I had met me when I was that age - much would have been different. I joined Jim in the shower and we washed each other again. I paid special attention to his arse and his stuff, knowing that I would never see or touch them again. "Be happy," I said, cradling his balls, "these will give you so much joy." A bit soppy, I know, but old men are allowed to be a bit soppy now and again. I kissed him on the lips. When we were out and dried it was time for Tom to drive Jim back to Exeter. "I'm coming too," I said, "I want to be in London tonight." Jim was disappointed. "Oh, why?" he asked, "I'd hoped we'd do this again." "So you will, I said, "but not with me. There are dozens of other kids out there, go and find one. Tom'll be here, won't you, Tom?" "Yes, Jim, any time. I'll give you my number. Come for some fun, or come if you just want to talk. OK?" "Yes, Tom, I'd like that. I loved it when Peter fucked me, and your cock is a lot bigger" (thanks a lot, Jim) "so if you fuck me it'll probably be even better." These bottoms are so slutty, I thought. Still, better a happy bottom than a repressed don't-know. Tom drove us into Exeter and dropped us at the station entrance. "Bye, boys," he said, "see you soon, I hope, Jim. Peter, whatever you're doing I wish you well" and he drove off. Jim and I stood together watching him go. "Look," I said, "you've had more eye-opening experiences today that you'll ever have in your life again. Life isn't easy for queer boys, but it will get better, I promise." "How do you know," he asked, "you're younger than I am." "Yes, that's true," I said, "but trust me, I have a feeling about things. Keep your queerness quiet, otherwise you'll get bullied at school, but when you're a bit older you'll find it easy to meet other guys. Until then have fun fucking about with as many boys as you can lay your hands on. Remember the list of engine numbers!" Jim stood, uncertain what to say or do. I pulled him into a corner and gave him a quick kiss. "Go and get on with your life," I said, and quickly went into the station to find a train. Jim stood for a moment then straightened himself and marched off to the bus stop. I was back at Paddington by nine o'clock, just as it was getting dark. =============================================================================== <End of Chapter 21> badboii666 "at" btinternet "dot" com is where the depraved suggestions of readers will be gladly received, and maybe even incorporated. 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