Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2017 16:22:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com> Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 24 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 24 Next morning I had shopping to do. I had to get something I could give to Jack as his official present - not too expensive otherwise there might be questions. Something a 14-year-old in 1957 would have wanted. The contents of his room hadn't given much away: there had been no sign of toys, meccano, model planes, anything of that kind (unlike me when I was that age first time round). A Book Token would be so boring. Something a bit grown-up, something that would stretch him. I also wanted to get him something, or more likely some things, that would be our secret, albeit one that I very much hoped he would be sharing with others before long. In 2017 it would be easy to buy everything I wanted - I was, after all, at least 70 then - but for a 14-year-old in 1957 it would require ingenuity. And I mustn't forget Polly. In the end I got him a big book about trains - as we had met through that shared interest, at least as far as the rest of the world thought, it seemed a safe, if unimaginative, choice. There were so many to choose from, but I settled on one that seemed to be aimed at a more adult readership that at small boys who liked pictures of trains. I bought a large extravagantly posh box of chocolates for Polly and had it gift-wrapped. I needed Polly on my side and the quickest way to a woman's heart is supposed to be through chocolate. Now for the hard bit. If I had thought about it before leaving 2017 I would have brought some sex toys. I would love to have given him a big bottle of lube, a butt plug and a cock strap. But those weren't going to be possible. I might find somewhere in Soho which might have such things, but there was no way they'd sell them to me. Lube would be easy enough from a chemist, but toys were a no-no. The answer would have to be sexy clothes. By early afternoon my shopping was done. I had three or four hours before I was due at Jack's. I wondered whether Barry might make an interesting threesome, and decided to see what Jack felt. Having a house to go to, even right across London, would offer more opportunity for adventure. I decided to go to Winchmore Hill early and sit in the park I had seen yesterday: there might be sexy boys to perv over on the swings. My visit to the park didn't produce much in the way of sexy boys, but wandering round from the swings I noticed quite a big area of dense bushes. This was popular with kids smoking to judge by the number of fag ends. I looked carefully but couldn't find any johnnies (as we called them then), so fucking didn't seem to be a popular hobby there. Wanking, of course, leaves little trace. Possibilities, possibilities! It was now nearly 6 and time for my early arrival. I tidied myself up and rang the bell. About half a second later Jack flung the door open, "At last! I've been so excited." I said that I was excited too. "Come on up, I've things to tell you. "Happy birthday, by the way. You can have your present when the others are here." When we got to his room he was bursting to tell me something. "I've thought about what you said about the boys that are coming. There's 15 of them altogether, not counting you. A few of them are the sons of family friends, and they're OK, but they're not my friends, if you know what I mean. Although I fancy one of them I wouldn't try it on as he's too close to home. The rest are school friends, but as I told you I don't have any close friends - best friends, you know. Most of them are OK but nothing special. I've been to their parties so they have to come to mine. Two of them are the ones I fancy. They're brothers, Bob and Steve. Bob's a few weeks older than me and Steve's a year younger, so they're not far from our age. They look like they could be twins, but they're not." I took all that in. Bob and Steve were the targets. I would see how I might work my charm on them. Having brothers as targets would make it easier in a way, and if it worked it would be doubly satisfying for Jack as he would get two friends who knew about each other. That would make assignations easier - but I was getting ahead of myself. "I need to talk to Polly," I said, "and I don't want you to stay. Take me down and then find some reason you have to sort some detail out somewhere else." "Why?" "Trust me, I'll tell you later." We went down to the kitchen where Polly was busy putting together the food and drink for the hungry hordes. "Hello, Polly," I said whereupon Jack said, "oh damn, I didn't sort my swimming stuff" and scooted off, leaving me with a large wrapped package and Polly looking amused. "Polly," I said, "we both know how lonely Jack is, and I saw how much you care about that yesterday. I think I can do a lot to change that, and I hope he'll have more friends, real friends, soon." "That's good, Peter, I hope you're right," she said, "but what do I have to do?" "Polly," I said, "looking her straight in the eye, "all you have to do is precisely nothing. Don't notice anything, and if you do notice anything, don't say anything. Not to Jack, not to his parents." She looked gravely into my eyes. "I think I understand you, Peter. I'm not sure you're right, but you seem a bright boy and I believe you have Jack's interests at heart." I nodded, "Yes, I do. I care a lot." "Well then, I will be like the three wise monkeys," she said, "seeing nothing, hearing nothing, and saying nothing." "Thanks, Polly. Wise monkeys get big treats," and I put the package in her hands and left before she could say anything. Back upstairs I found Jack in his room. "What was all that about?" he asked. "I'll tell you, but you must promise not to say anything to anyone." "Yes, of course I won't. What is it?" I told him that when Polly came into his room to make the bed, and to tidy, she would not notice anything and not say anything." "What do you mean, not notice anything? I don't get it." "What I mean, you dear silly thing, is that when Polly comes to make your bed tomorrow and finds it rumpled by two people, and spunk stains on the sheets, she will not notice, and not say anything. Ever." "You mean you told her we're going to fuck!" "No, of course not. I didn't actually tell her anything. But she's a grown-up, she knows boys mess about, she knows you're as lonely as hell, and she cares a great deal that you're unhappy. She probably knows and cares more about you than anyone else. Trust me, and trust her. So long as you don't get caught you're OK to entertain up here and no questions asked." He was stunned. Then, "that's the best present you could have given me." It was my turn to well up now. I said, "I've got one or two things for you, but not until after the party. Gives you something to look forward to." "As well as fucking you, you mean?" Soon the guests started to arrive. Once there were three or four of them I stopped being in the background, and as far as any of the other boys was concerned I was either a school friend, or one of Jack's parents' friends' sons. There was no overlap. Casual introductions were made and I amused myself by trying to work out which of the parents' pals had the boy that Jack fancied. There were only two possibilities - a tall very thin boy called Simon whose main feature was piercing blue eyes, and a smaller boy with lively features called Eric. I wouldn't have minded half an hour with either of them, but clearly that wasn't going to happen. Then two stunners came in, and Jack's suggestion that they could have passed for twins was accurate. So these were Bob and Steve. My God, I thought, if Jack gets in, really in, with those two he'll never be lonely again. But how keen would they be to get down and dirty with Jack? The way to find out, I had decided, was to discover how keen they'd be to get down and dirty with me - the new kid they'd never seen before, and - more important at this stage - who they'd not expect ever to see again. I had a quiet word in Jack's ear. "That's them?" "Yeah. Cool, aren't they?" "No, ass, they're red hot. Listen. I'm going to see if I can set something up. Don't feel you're being left out - it's deliberate, I promise. I'll find out much more if you entertain your other guests and don't interfere with us. OK? trust me?" "Yes, Peter, I trust you. If it works I don't mind how much I don't see you in the next few hours. We have all night." "Indeed we do, now fuck off and leave me to it." By this time enough boys had arrived and given Jack his presents that it was time to go into the garden to the pool. I had not seen this before, and was surprised how grand it was. There were even separate men's and women's changing areas. Jack told them that since there were no girls they might as well use both areas. I made sure I followed Bob and Steve. Altogether there were seven of us in a changing area that could easily have coped with twice that number. There were cupboards for outdoor clothes, a shower, and benches round three sides. No cubicles though. Good - that meant nowhere for cock-modesty to flourish. Three of the boys already had trunks on under their trousers, so the opportunity for knob-spotting would have to wait until after the swim when they removed their trunks. Tiny, shrivelled little cocks they'd be too, even though it was August. No interest there. That left four of us: Bob and Steve, another boy (perfectly nice to talk to, but too chubby for my taste: call me a sizes if it makes you feel better), and me. Nicely judged, Peter, I thought. I took off my clothes, making no attempt to hide my cock; indeed I had made sure it was half-stiff before exposing it to the public's gaze. Steve - the younger one - noticed it first and nudged his brother. Both looked, then looked away quickly. I managed to fumble with my trunks, dropping them and saying under my breath "oh, fuck" and then standing up, still naked, still half stiff, with my trunks in my hand, "got 'em!" Bob and Steve turned and grinned. "We swim naked on holiday sometimes, it's a lot better," said Steve, "pity we can't here." "Why not?" I said. "There's no girls and no adults. I will if you will. It'll be a good laugh to see what the others make of it." Bob looked at Steve and Steve looked at Bob. "OK," said Steve, and they both pulled their trunks off. Nice uncut cocks, nothing out of the ordinary, but full of promise if handled properly. "Nice ones," I said, "you'll be the centre of attention with those when you go skinny-dipping on holiday." Bob grinned. "Yours isn't bad either," and to my delight he gave his a couple of pulls, stiffening up a bit. "Oh come on, B," said Steve, "you know you want to." Steve turned to face me and put out his hand to my cock. :Bob and I like playing with each other's cocks, and we like to swim naked so we can see other boys. I want to play with yours - it's a nice one, like he says - and if you've got a stiffy it looks like you won't mind," and he grinned. His teeth were too large for his jaw and that gave him a really cheeky sexy look when he grinned. That would change as he matured, but right now he looked - they both looked - drop-dead gorgeous. "I'm keen too," I said, "but where? Not in here, anyone could come in." I decided to step back from taking the lead to see where these two would take it. Steve shrugged, "later then. Don't forget!" As if I would. We ran out of the changing area together and, holding hands, did a huge leap into the pool. Once in the pool there was general chaos. No-one was swimming lengths, or anything like that. It quickly turned into bombing, and it equally quickly became clear to the other boys that we weren't wearing trunks. Whispering turned into raucous shouting, none of which deterred the three of us from climbing out and bombing again. I noticed after a few bombs that when other boys joined in two at least of them had shed their trunks as well. This could get interesting, I thought. I swam up to Jack. "Take yours off too," I said, "how will they tell us when to come in for food?" "The plan is that someone'll shout 10 minutes before so we have time to dry." "Good. I think this is going to work better than I hoped. Don't get involved with anything which goes on while we're changing. Don't stop it, just ignore it. OK?" "Yes, it all sounds very mysterious." "Just enjoy watching." The fooling around in the pool continued, and by the time Polly shouted to get us out all but three boys were naked. We ran into the changing area, and it was amusing to see who avoided looking at other cocks, and who was openly interested. "Charles has got a whopper," said someone, helpfully pointing at the praiseworthy appendage which was indeed very generous for a boy of 14. Mind you, it was helped in its bounty by being about three-quarters erect. "Charles hasn't got a whopper, he's got a stiffy," said someone else. A third voice observed that Charles wasn't the only one in a semi-tumescent state (albeit not in those words). A bold hand reached out to stroke the mighty Charles, causing him to erect fully. Others, observing this, and noting Charles's willingness to accept an advance of that kind, fell to stroking the cock nearest to them. Within two minutes all cocks were stiff, save only for those still enclosed in trunks. I glanced at Jack, erect like the rest of us, and nodded. "Come on, we've got to get dried. Cocks away, lads!" And as suddenly as it had started the sexual play was over. Boys found their towels, boys dried themselves, many turning away to hide their (now much reduced) cocks from view, although this did allow those of us interested in such things to see their arses ... and when they stood on one leg to put their pants on... yes, to see their cracks. A brief but satisfying glance. Looking around I was amused to see that Bob and Simon showed as much interest as I had done in perving generally. Jack appeared interested only in drying himself - good. The food was plentiful, and just what 14-year-olds loved. Polly had left us to it and Jack's mum appeared briefly, if vaguely, to be thanked politely, whereupon she left again, still vague. Was it drink, I wondered. Whatever it was it was welcome on this occasion. By 8.40 it was virtually all gone and, as they say, conversation became general. Bob remarked that the swim had been fun, and it would be good to swim again. "Not allowed after a meal," some pious soul pointed out. "Oh, fuck that!" said another, "I enjoyed buggering about, especially when we got rid of our trunks." There was a frank exchange of views on this point, and it emerged that those who had enjoyed the nakedness in the pool, and afterwards in the changing area, were in a clear majority. Five boys dissented, but I got the impression this was due to rigid upbringing, rather than distaste of the activities themselves. Oh well, their loss. The party was now at an interesting stage. There was nearly an hour until the 10 o'clock going-home time, and the last 10 minutes of that would be taken up with present-giving and leave-taking. Was somebody going to suggest an unplanned way of filling this time? And if he did, and the unplanned thing turned out to be the interesting one, how would the five puritans react? Whatever happened I was determined to take a back seat, and to enjoy observing how the group behaved. I caught Jack's eye and gently shook my head, hoping he would interpret that as 'shut up'. It was the boy who had first admired Charles's cock who broke the ice. "Let's go up to Jack's room, and let the maid clear up here. I'm sure she'll be keen to get rid of us," "Good idea, Graham," said Jack, ever the thoughtful host. Upstairs we trooped, full of food and, I thought, full of lust in at least some of the guests. When we reached the safety of Jack's room they all sat about, some on the bed, some on the sofa and most on the floor. I noticed that Graham positioned himself next to Charles on the sofa. Jack and I were on the floor, but not together. Bob and Steve were on the bed. Graham took the lead again. "I want to see more of Charles's cock. I think it's the biggest here. Jack, have you got a ruler?" A clever tactic, and one it would be virtually impossible to decline. Jack produced a ruler from his desk. "It's only a foot, but it should be big enough." Raucous laughter. Come on, Charles," said Graham, "let your monster out for an airing." Charles was a lot less keen to show off his treasures than he had been earlier when practically everyone else was naked. "No," he said, "I don't want to." Graham taunted him, "That's because you don't think it's the biggest after all." "No, I just think it's wrong." That certainly put the damper on any further such examination. Looking quickly round I could see that apart from Graham only Bob and Steve seemed disappointed - the others, puritans and exhibitionists, looked relieved: an awkward corner had been negotiated. An embarrassed silence fell. Had they all been ten years older they would have solved this with a top-up of cocktails and brightly glittering small talk, but 14-year-olds don't do either cocktails or small talk, so the desultory silence continued. Jack looked worried. "Let's play a game," I said gaily, earning a disgusted look from several boys who thought 'a game' was going to be juvenile, "forfeits. We spin a knife and the person it points to has to say a forfeit for the boy on his right. Nothing too horrible though!" There was general, if unenthusiastic, agreement. Jack got a knife and set it on the floor. When he spun it the blade pointed to one of the puritans. "Crumbs," he said, "I don't know what to suggest ... let me think .. I know - Paul (another puritan), tell us the most embarrassing secret you know." Nice one, I thought. Paul hesitated, perhaps deciding which of the thousands of embarrassments he was prepared to confess. "I was sick in a train when I was 8, all over the floor," he said. Gales of laughter. "Your turn to spin," I told him. The game proceeded tamely, with embarrassments ranking pretty low on the scale of things, none of them likely to have alarmed any parental eavesdropper. Then, at last, the knife pointed to me. "Come on, Peter, give Steve a forfeit." I had thought carefully about this - it was my only chance to set something up. "Right, Steve, I don't want to hear any embarrassing things, we've had enough of them. I want you to sneak outside and hide in the swimming changing area to see if Jack's mum notices you're missing when it's time to go." Steve was startled by this, so I softened the blow (I hoped) by saying he could take Bob with him. "It's nearly 10 to 10 now, so it'll only be for a few minutes. Jack'll come and rescue you." And I winked at Bob to show that I had something in mind, not just hiding. Off they went, quietly downstairs and into the warm summer night. Their departure had had the effect that somebody leaving always has - everybody else got up to go. Exactly what I had foreseen. By the time they trooped downstairs in a gaggle to thank Jack's mum (there had been no sign of his dad throughout) Bob and Steve were in the changing area. "What the hell is Peter playing at?" Steve asked his brother. "No idea, but you saw him wink. After what he said here earlier, when the three of us were getting naked, I bet he's got a plan for a wank or something." "That would be good," said Steve. They agreed to wait and see what would happen. Once the last of the guests had gone Jack's mum said good night, and that was that. Jack and I went to thank Polly for a super party, and to Jack's surprise she gave us both a big cuddle. "Thank you, Peter, for the chocolates - you shouldn't," and to Jack's even greater surprise she gave me a kiss. "Be happy, the pair of you!" accompanied by a wink (which only I could see). That was OK then. "What was that all about?" asked Jack as we went out into the garden. "Never you mind. Just be assured that Polly is on your side. Tonight, and afterwards. What you do in your room, in your bed, in your bathroom, will never get noticed or reported." Jack's eyes opened wide. 'You told her?" he cried. "I didn't have to, she knows what boys get up to, and she's far more interested in your happiness, and finding friends, than she is about knowing that you're a normal boy with boy desires. So forget about it." Jack digested all this, then suddenly turned to me and kissed me. "Thanks." We reached the changing area. "What the hell is going on?" demanded Bob, "we're getting worried out here." I decided that honesty was the best thing. "We're here because Jack and I want to fuck about with you. From what you told me earlier you're both up for fooling around, and so are we. Jack and I have been doing things together for a week or two. What about you two?" "Let's go back up to Jack's room and we'll tell you. Luckily we're not expected home till one minute before midnight, so let's get on with it." =============================================================================== <End of Chapter 24> A long chapter with much advancing of the plot, but no sex. Chapter 25 will make up for that, believe me. Keep your depraved ideas coming, guys. They're always welcome and, like a bog wall, often make interesting reading. badboi666@btinternet.com Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html