Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 12:05:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 23
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
2 Wipe
3 Donate
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Chapter 23
It was time to expand Jack's sexual horizons. Last time each of us had had
fingers up his arse, and had had his prostate stimulated; this time our
cocks would be doing the penetrating, and at Jack's request too. This
would be a mighty interesting hour. We quickly stripped off again. As
soon as our clothes were off I could smell the musky post-orgasmic scent of
Jack's body - one of the headiest aromas I know. I crossed over to him and
raised his arms above his head, exposing his hairless pits. I dived in and
sniffed the magic smell, always a potent one. I couldn't help licking him
there, causing him to squirm and giggle. "Don't I stink there?" he asked.
"You smell, but you don't stink. You smell gorgeous, so sexy and ... I
just want to fuck your brains out it's such a turn-on." Jack laughed, " it
can't be that good." "Try it yourself," I said, and put my arms above my
head. I had a few hairs in my pits, but that didn't seem to put him off,
and he took a careful sniff ... then a much bigger sniff. "I see what you
mean," he said, "it's a musky interesting smell, isn't it." "Judging by
the state of your cock it's extremely interesting," I pointed out - the
thing was at full mast, and looked as luscious and desirable as ever. "Oh
fuck it," I muttered, and went down on him, devouring him to the root. He
held my head and shuddered, "don't," he said, "or I'll cum too soon. I want
to cum while you're fucking me. I want to feel your cock spurting up
inside me, and that'll make me cum too." Reluctantly I had to agree, and
obey. Even nearly-14-year-olds can't cum three times in an hour - well, not
properly anyway. I had to remember that we would have all tomorrow night
as well. Still ... 14-year-olds could cum twice, couldn't they, and three
or four times tomorrow.
I took his hand and led him back to the sofa. "Kneel down on all fours and
stick your arse up in the air," I said, "I'm going to give your arse a good
going over." He positioned himself, and wriggled his hips suggestively. I
got the KY from my backpack and set it ready for later. First I was going
to use my tongue.
I laid myself down under him with my lips at his cock and my legs stretched
out behind him. My tongue started work on his cock, licking along the
underside to the frenulum and back down to his balls ("aaah!"). Back and
forward. His cock lengthened even more, pushing out through the tip of his
foreskin. Reaching my lips upwards I took his foreskin between them and
carefully pulled it back, revealing the moist head of his cock ("aaah!"),
red and urgent with desire. More frenulum action, lots of pre-cum, down
his cock to his balls, engulf one ball in my mouth, roll it gently
("aaah!"), lick up to cock head, lick up pre-cum, back down, engulf other
ball ("aaah!"), move self to kneel behind his pretty arse, gently pull
cheeks apart, gaze lustfully at rosebud, reach forward, sniff ... no,
dammit, inhale deeply, lick (at last) the object of my desires ("aaah!").
This is as much for me as it is for him. Lick, lick, lick. Apply KY to
fingers, insert one ("aaah!"), wiggle ("aaah!"), insert a second ("aaah!"),
wiggle ("aaah!"), insert a third all the way ("aaah!"), play with his
prostate ("aaaaaaaaaaaah!"), decide he'll cum soon if I'm not careful, so
... "are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Yes, but be gentle." "I will.
Remember to push as though you're shitting." And in I went, an inch or so
at first ("oooh!") ... "does it hurt?" "No, just give me a sec ... OK,
more now." Gently and slowly I pushed in as far as I could go. My pubis
was hard up against his arse crack. "Fuck, that feels good," he muttered,
"is it all the way in?" "It's in as far as I can get it. Come back in two
years when my cock's two inches bigger and I'll get it in even further."
"I wish it could stay in for two years, it feels so hot and it fills me up.
Can you fuck me now. I want to feel you thrusting into me." So I did as I
was asked, pulling almost all the way out so that only my cock head was
still inside his luscious arse. I looked at his arse lips as my cock was
withdrawn, and they seemed to be clinging to the shaft of my cock, almost
urging it to stay in him. Then swiftly all the way back in ("aaah!"), hold
it there, out again, lips clinging, back in ("aaah!") ... we had a rhythm
going. I kept this going for three minutes or so, but my balls could only
stand so much. It was a toss-up between my balls wanting to empty
themselves, and my brain wanting to fill this beautiful boy's beautiful
arse with my spunk. One demanding; one giving. In the end who gave a
fuck? I was a few seconds away. "Here it comes!" I cried as the first rush
of my cum sped up my piss-pipe into the deepest depths of his 13-year-old
arse. A second spurt, a third, a collapse onto his back, a hand reached
round to hold his rigid cock, a hand wanking him, a hand covered in his
warm spunk squirting once, twice, three times, a hand brought to my mouth,
a pair of lips hungrily devouring his juice, complete collapse of two spent
boys.
"Fuck me, that was something," from Jack. "I just did, and it was. I
think fucking your arse is the best thing I've done this month." Was it
true? I didn't know, nor at that moment did I greatly care. It was Jack's
arse I'd just been fucking, so it had to be his which was the best. When
he recovered it would be his turn to fuck me, and to discover whether he
was a bottom or a top or, like the lucky ones, happy to be whatever his
partner most needed. Right now we had to clean up so that the now much
stronger aroma of sex wasn't noticeable to Polly. I told Jim we'd better
make a start. "Come into the bathroom," he said, "we can clean up
together." In the bathroom there was a basin, a bog, a shower and a bath.
The temptation was to share the shower, but I wanted to leave some treats
for tomorrow's overnight. "\One of us showers, then the other," I said,
"that way we won't get too excited. Mind you, just looking at you and your
cummy cock gets me going (as my cock was indicating). You go first - you
know how to get the right temperature." "OK, but on one condition. I need
to clean you first." And before I knew what was happening he had knelt and
taken my cock into his mouth, and was slurping his tongue all over it - all
over my cock, still coated in cum and his delicious arse-juices. "Oh, God,
Jack, that's so sexy," I groaned.
I had to break off. We had to stop messing about. "Get in the shower, you
randy little prick!" I said. "Fuck your 'little'," he said, and
disappeared. Five minutes later he emerged, dripping and even more
beautiful. In I went, reeking of sex. Ten minutes later there were two
nicely-dressed middle class early teenagers, clean and ready for
re-fuelling at Polly's hands.
The meal turned out to be a feast. Polly had clearly wished to celebrate
her Jack having a friend to visit by pushing the boat out. A massive
shepherd's pie, enough for six probably, followed by strawberries and
cream. And if you don't think shepherd's pie with strawberries and cream
is a feast then you weren't 14 in 1957. "This is great, Polly," said Jack,
"thanks so much." "Yes, thank you, it's lovely," I added. "That's nice,
Jack," she replied, "it's so nice to see company for you. And tomorrow
you'll be14!"
I have to report that there was some shepherd's pie left when we'd had
thirds. Not much, but just a tiny bit. After being careful about my
weight, and calories, and heart health, and all that crap for the last 20
years it was so nice to be 14 and not give a stuff about what went down
your throat (in so many more ways than one). By now by the fairy's
calculation I was about 80, but who cared?
I asked Jack what the plan was for tomorrow. "The party's at 7," he said.
"Mum thought it ought to be at 2, but I told her that little kids' parties
were afternoon affairs so that the little bastards got home in time to
throw up before bed-time, but big hairy teenagers had evening parties. I
didn't put it quite that way, of course. They get here at 7 then we swim
for a while, then grub at 8, then 'do whatever you boys do' in mum's words,
then they all bugger off at 10. And then I bugger you." "Swim?" I
asked. "Yes, there's a pool in the garden. Didn't you see it?" I had to
confess I hadn't, my mind on arrival being on my host, rather than his
garden.
"Sounds fun," I said. "No, it doesn't," he said, "it sounded fun a month
ago when it was planned, but it sounds a drag now, now you're here."
"Well, I can't see why it can't be fun," I said, "you well do you know
these kids - are they all boys, by the way?" "Yes, thank God." "OK, do
you fancy any of them? Have you seen any of them naked at your swimming
orgies? Do you think of any of them while you wank?" "In order, yes, yes
and yes." "Well then, tomorrow is a challenge and an opportunity. I take
it the objects of your lust are unaware of your feelings?" "Of course."
"What d'you mean 'of course'? Don't you try it on with them?" "No, I'd be
scared to." "Scared? What of?" There was no immediate reply. Was it
rejection, I wondered, or rebuff, or hostility. "I don't know," he
admitted. "Well, that's honest anyway. Let me see what we can work out."
I told him that I would have to go soon. "No, stay," he said, "no-one'll
know." "Polly will know. They know I'm staying tomorrow night, so the
bed'll be rumpled, but tonight's different. No, let me go tonight and
tomorrow will be special. I promise. I will be back at 6 tomorrow, and we
can have a little time together before the others arrive. While I'm away
think about the boys coming tomorrow that you'd like to get it on with." I
gave him a chaste kiss which rapidly turned into an erotic one, tongues
unwilling to leave the other's mouth. "Walk to the station with me," I
said.
I said good night to Polly, and thanked her for 'the smashing meal'. I
said I was really looking forward to the party. Jack and I went to the
station where he waited with me until the train came. "Bye," I said, "see
you tomorrow. Don't forget your homework, will you?" He grinned, "I'm
already thinking about it," and he pointed to his crutch, where I could see
his cock was tenting his trousers.
I went to Kings Cross and, as today had been busy and tomorrow likely to be
more so, I decided on a hotel again. Tomorrow I had to find a suitable
present for Jack - two, actually, since there had to be one which could be
opened in front of the other guests. And something special for Polly.
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<End of Chapter 23>
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