Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 07:35:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 25

Fourteen again by badboi666

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go away.  If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to
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Chapter 25

"Before we start," I said, "I have to give Jack his special presents."  I
handed over the wrapped package.  "Gosh," he said, "you've already given me
a book - what's all this about?"  "Open it and you'll see.  I think you'll
like them."  Jack ripped off the paper to find a large bottle of lube, a
very skimpy bright red posing pouch, some extremely tight-fitting jeans and
a pair of revealing swimming trunks.  He blushed a deep shade of red.  "Oh,
Peter, thanks," he said, and gave me a big kiss.  "Aha!" said Bob, "that's
what this is all about, eh!"  And he and Steve grinned, knowing that there
was going to be some fun to be had.  I knew we had only 45 minutes or so
before they would need to go, so I didn't want to waste any time.  It was
important that they got the message that sex with Jack was good, so that
they would remain keen friends after I'd gone.  Therefore there was no
point in my pairing off with Jack, or with them pairing off with each
other, as they obviously did already.  "We must pair off," I said.  "It's
Jack's birthday, so he gets to choose which of you he wants to do things
with."  "Bad idea, Peter," said Steve, "why pair off?  Can't we all just
dive in in a foursome?"  And to make his point he was out of his clothes in
no time, quickly followed by the rest of us.

Jack hadn't had the chance of a good look at the boys' bodies in the pool
as he didn't want anyone else to notice his interest in new naked flesh.
What he saw was lovely.  Bob and Steve were a year apart in age, and Bob
was about an inch taller, but apart from that they were the same.  Nice
grin, short fair hair, blue eyes, a few freckles, smooth chest, flat belly
with inny navel, hard urgent 5-inch cocks, hairless balls, nice soft arses,
long legs.  Perfection.  Bob went over to Jack and looked him in the eye.
"You kissed Peter like you were in love.  Let's see how good you are with
me," and planted his lips on Jack's.  Jack was surprised, but he quickly
opened his mouth to Bob's inquisitive tongue.  Before long they were both
on the bed, coiled together, their faces glued to each other.  "Our turn,
Steve," I said, and reached over to hold his cock.  He shivered and I could
feel his cock leap in my hand.  He pushed me onto the bed as well - luckily
there was plenty of room for four boys, and we landed beside the other two,
still exploring each other's tonsils.  'Get your head round my cock," Steve
muttered, "I need to feel you sucking me."  It was clear that these two
brothers already had an active sex life, and an adventurous one at that.
This was going to be no-holds-barred stuff.  "I think we can arrange a suck
circle," I said, and the other two broke off to get in place.  It's not
easy with four, but we managed it all right.  I sucked Steve's cock and Bob
sucked mine.  Jack sucked Bob and in turn Steve sucked him.  It was a tight
circle and only worked because we were all supply.  And horny, of course,
so any discomfort was easily ignored.  There was a lot of slurping and
moaning and then Bob gave a groan and unloaded his spunk into Jack's mouth.
There was no way anyone was going to spit, and Jack swallowed Bob's cum as
quickly as it was pumped into him.  Jack was next to shoot, brought off by
the feeling of Bob's squirting, and Steve moaned with pleasure as his mouth
was filled with a new flavour of spunk he hadn't had before.  That left
Steve and me still hot with urgent desire.  We broke the circle and Steve
and I lay side by side while Jack and Bob continued to suck our steel-hard
cocks.  I reached out for Steve's hand and pressed it tightly.  "Nearly
there," he muttered.  "Me too."  Within a few seconds of each other we both
got there, our balls signalling the magic moment of eruption, our bodies
arching in an effort to jet our spunk deep into the place it was meant for.
Bob and Jack clung on.  We pumped and pulsed.  We collapsed.  A heap of
four sweaty boys just down from the peak of ecstasy cuddled and kissed and
licked the nearest bit of boy to them.  I had somebody's cock in my mouth,
softening rapidly but still with a good deal of fresh cum on it and under
its foreskin.  I lapped greedily at it and its owned purred with pleasure.
"Mmmm, that's nice.  Who's doing it?"  "Peter," I said, "whose it it?"
"Bob."  "Well, Bob, you're nice and clean now.  I'd better check your
little brother."  "Enough of the little, but I don't mind being cleaned
up."

And I went to work on Steve as well.  Tasty.  I noticed that Bob, being now
the possessor of a clean and flaccid cock, was performing the same service
on Jack, who was lying on his back, his legs splayed, everything on
display, with a grin the size of a plate.  Steve wriggled over and pushed
Bob's body round so that it was in 69 mode with Jack.  "C'mon, bro, let's
give birthday boy the full treatment," he said.  This would be good, I
thought, and settled back to watch.  Both of them lusting after Jack was
the threesome I hoped would be my lasting present to birthday boy.

The sexy twins (as I couldn't help thinking of them) set to work.  Bob gave
Jack's cock more attention, and somewhere in the next few minutes cleaning
and slurping up the last drops of its first cum gradually turned into the
early stimulation of the second one.  Jack's cock slowly regained potency.
Meanwhile Steve was at work on Jack's arse.  He grabbed the birthday lube
("great present, Peter") and was putting it to good use.  By the time Bob
had got Jack to full erection Steve had three fingers up Jack's arse and
Jack was squirming uncontrollably.  I couldn't resist getting involved:
should I go for Steve's arse or Bob's?  Bob's was easier to get at as it
was in the air, so I dived in and got to work.  I pulled his cheeks apart
and my tongue lapped at his arsehole.  "Fuck me, Steve, this one's rimming
me," breathed Bob.  I slathered my tongue all over, and managed to get it
half an inch into him.  "Fingers," he begged, "as many as you can."  Always
keen to oblige I grabbed the lube and greased my hand.  I had three in
pretty quickly and was wiggling them around.  "Can you manage more?" he
moaned.  "I can try," I said, "do you want me to try and fist you?"  "Yeah,
go for it, you've got quite small hands."  "OK," I said, but we'll need to
be careful, "you guys break off and let me see what I can do here."

Bob took his lips from Jack's cock, but was immediately replaced by Steve,
who scooted round to 69 so that Jack could suck him at the same time.
Their hands were busy clasping and caressing each other while their lips
and tongues were greedily sucking and slurping at the hot cock in their
mouth.  They seemed content to get on with it.  I got Bob onto all fours.
"Tell me if this hurts," I said, "have you been fisted before?"  "Yeah.
Steve does me and I do him.  Don't worry, I won't break.  Get in there,"
Thoroughly lubed I re-inserted my fingers, one, two, three, four ... then
withdrew and made a wedge and, tucking my thumb in, slowly pushed my hand
into his arse.  His arse lips were purple and wet, and each time I took a
finger out they moved as though clasping me back in.  It was very sexy to
look at, and my cock was straining.  But this wasn't for me.  In went my
fist ("Aaaah! that's so fucking good").  I twisted my arm so that my
knuckles rubbed hard against his prostate ("Oh fuck, Peter, I'm on fire in
there").  With my left hand I reached under to feel his cock, hard as a
nail.  Beside us on the bed the other two were cumming amid much moaning
and sighing.  I decided I had to get Bob off right now, and the follow
quickly myself.  That four of us had cum within a minute or so would be a
bond, surely, that would last.  I redoubled my twisting and feeling his
cock.  Bob jerked and gasped.  His arse muscles tightened round my fist and
his cock spewed its second load into my hand, hot and wet and tasty.  But I
wasn't going to swallow this load.  I carefully took my fist out of Bob's
arse: I knew it would be painful removing it if I didn't get it out while
he was still high from his orgasm.  I turned onto my back.  "Come on you
three, I'm going to wank myself with Bob's cum as lube, and when I cum I
want you to rub it into my belly.  And if any of you have cummy cocks I
want to lick them clean again."  A long speech for someone desperate to
cum, but a necessary one.

I was lying on my back, exposed as Jack had been some minutes earlier.  My
left hand was liberally covered with Bob's cum.  I felt a hand lifting my
legs and looked down to see Jack nosing towards my arse with my ankles over
his shoulders.  He separated my cheeks and started to lick my crack.  "Go
on, rim 'im," said Steve.  Jack gingerly put out his tongue and did so.
The aroma coming from my arse was a stimulant to him, and he was soon hard
at work.  Bob and Steve positioned themselves kneeling on either side of my
head so that by turning one way then the other I could lap at their sticky
cum-soaked cocks.  All the while I'm wanking with my right hand and keeping
my cock and balls lubed with the remnants of Bob's cum.  At last the
sensations at my arse, on my tongue, in my mouth and in my balls erupted as
a geyser of cum flew up a good foot into the air before landing in a long
rope of white pearly delight on my chest and belly.  When I had shot my
fourth squirt three pairs of hands stroked my chest and belly, rubbing my
spunk into my nipples.  My eyes were screwed shut in sensuous overload.  A
cummy finger - whose? - pushed its way between my lips.  A soft cock -
whose? - insinuated itself into my mouth.  A tongue - whose? - lapped at my
arsehole.  "Oh Christ," I said, "I'm fucked.  Thanks, guys."

"We're all fucked," said Jack, "that's the best birthday ever."  "Glad you
like it," said Bob.  "Steve and I will have to run in a minute."  He
hesitated.  He looked at his brother who made a 'go on' gesture.  "Can we
do this again?"  Jack's face, already aglow with sexual delight, took on an
even happier expression.  "Yes, I didn't dare hope you'd want to do it
again.  I can think of nothing better than to have you two as friends."
"Not just friends, Jack, fuck mates," grinned Steve.  "We're going to see a
lot more of each other.  Bob and I have wanted a third boy of our age to
join in the things we do, and you're just perfect.  I wish we'd known you
properly earlier, but you always seemed such a dork at school."  "Not any
more though," added Bob hurriedly, worried in case the 'dork' label hurt.
But Jack was far too happy to notice and I think the house could have
burned down without impacting on his consciousness.

We all dressed quickly, still sticky, and crept downstairs to let Bob and
Steve out.  I whispered "Good-bye.  I shan't see you again, but you two and
Jack will be good for each other."  They went off into the night; I hoped
they'd make it home before the curfew at midnight.  Jack and I crept back
upstairs.  There was more fun to come.

We took off our clothes and lay on the bed.  I put my arms round him and
snuggled close.  The scent of sex coming from his body was heady and even
though I'd cum twice my cock began to fill again.  "What did you think of
all that then?" I asked.  "It was amazing," he said.  "Getting those two up
here was the kindest thing anyone's ever done for me."  He turned and
kissed me gently.  "Thanks, Peter."  "I loved every minute of it too, Jack,
but the most important thing for me is that you now have two friends.  And
not just friends but boys you feel safe with, and who"ll make you feel
happy.  You never know, you may fall in love."  "Don't be daft," he said,
"boys don't fall in love with other boys."  Not yet, maybe, I thought, but
one day, with luck.  Maybe not with Bob or Steve, although he could do a
great deal worse than falling for Steve (who seemed the randier and more
adventurous of the two).  Love would come when it would come, but at least
Jack's chance of finding it was a lot better than it had been a few hours
ago.  And if their relationship didn't turn into love there was still a
whole lot of lusty teen fucking to do.  I turned to him and looked in his
eyes.  "Love's a bonus.  Sex, like tonight, is great but, believe me, sex
with someone you love is twenty times better.  Well, maybe not twenty
times, but still a whole lot better.  You'll know it when it comes."  "How
do you know all this?  Have you been in love?"  Many times, I thought, and
in a small way twice in the last ten days, and you're one of them.  I've
always had a soft spot for vulnerable kids, and Jack's sad loneliness made
him easy to love.  Now that I'd been the instrument of unlocking the door
to his finding a friendship, even a sex-driven one, with Bob and Steve, I
felt I could allow myself to feel a bit in love with him.  And with Zak
too.  Too many loves perhaps, but after all I was in an unusual position.

"You know something?" he murmured in my ear.  "What's that?" I whispered,
feeling very close.  "I'm going to fuck you."  "That'll be nice, but let's
have a shower first, then after you've fucked me we can go to sleep curled
up in each other's arms."  "Good idea," he said, and leapt up, dragging me
after him into the bathroom.  I started the shower while he stood in front
of the bog ready to piss.  "Stop!" I said, "don't piss in the bog, it's a
waste.  Come into the shower with me."

He quickly joined me.  "What kinky thing is this?" he asked.  "I want you
to piss on me," I said, "and I'll piss on you.  We're covered in God knows
how much cum, so a little hot piss straight from the tap won't hurt" He
giggled - I liked his giggling - and aimed his cock at me.  After a moment
of reluctance a thin stream of piss flowed, and it quickly grew to a flood
as the party drinks finally made it out of his bladder.  "Spray it on me,"
I said, and I started to piss on him.  As he felt my hot piss hitting his
chest and running down his eyes glazed and he rubbed my piss into his skin.
"Fuck, that feels good! he said.  "Yes, it does," I said, "and it feels
even better inside."  "What d'you mean 'inside'?  Up my arse or in my
mouth?"  "Both," I said, "they're both great, but a bit messy.  Another
time.  I want to get clean and I want to be fucked."  I was going to have
to engineer another session with Jack, I decided.

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<End of Chapter 25>

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