Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2017 13:08:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com> Subject: Fourteen again - Chapter 3 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 (you may wish to do this more than once) 2 Wipe carefully 3 Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. =============================================================================== Chapter 3 The train was still in the tunnel, and there was no sign that it was about to move any time soon. No doors had been opened by the driver or guard as far as I could hear. We had a good while yet before I would have to own up. Jack and I were lying naked beside each other. It was time to make my next move. I told him to kneel so that I could get behind him, and when he was in position I knelt and gently separated his cheeks, exposing his tiny pink puckered arsehole. I bent forward and licked it. "Christ!" he said, "what the fuck are you doing?" I told him I was licking his arse and that it was called rimming, and that I guessed he was enjoying it as much as I was enjoying doing it. His "Mmm!" told me all I needed to know. The more I licked the more the muscle relaxed and quite soon I was able to get my tongue half an inch or more inside his gorgeous arse - heaven! I had waited 60 years or more for this. I reached round and felt his cock, already hard again. With my other hand I reached round to cup his balls and with both hands and my tongue all working hard he was soon squirming in heat again. I wished I had thought to buy something I could use as lube, but there was, after all, plenty of time to put that right. I made a mental note to prepare more carefully in future. Meanwhile Jack was squirming even more. He was pushing back against my tongue and I guessed that if I had been able to get my tongue further in it would have brought him over the edge. Another time, I thought. "Oh God!" he moaned, "I never felt like this before. My arse is on fire and I want it to last for ever. I want to do you now." Gladly, I thought, and switched places. His tongue was soon lapping my arse and it occurred to me that he might be encouraged to go a bit further. "Wet your middle finger with spit and shove it up my arse," I said. "Go gently at first." With his brain in a state of sexual turmoil he didn't need much encouragement, and in a few moments I felt his finger easing up me. I groaned - this was worth waiting for. "Put another one in as well," I said, "and wriggle them round when you get them as far in as they'll go." Quite soon he found my prostate (much rejuvenated from how it had been a couple of days ago: old age is a bugger) and I squirmed with pleasure, encouraging him to wriggle in there even more. I wondered whether we would be able to finger each other at the same time in a 69 position ... only one way to find out ... yes, we could! This was much better. After a couple of minutes Jack asked me to put my finger up his bum, as he put it. How could I refuse? Quick as a flash one spit-lubed finger was in and hunting about for his prostate. I told him to push as if he was having a shit, and when he did my finger slipped right in, provoking a cry of pure lusty pleasure from him. Picture how we are. Two naked boys in a 69 position. He was on his back with his knees drawn up behind my head (nice supple things, 13-year-olds). I was on top of him. Each of us had our mouths next to the other's arsehole watching the fingers do their exploring. He has two fingers up me and I have one deep inside him, rubbing his prostate. No-one, not even Jack himself, has ever touched his prostate before (I don't think he knew it even existed). His ecstasy was intense and quite suddenly, and to his enormous surprise, his cock shot out another rope of spunk between us. "Oh, fuuuuuck!" he cried, "this is so fucking good!" I took that as an indication that he was enjoying what we were doing and decided to give him a memorable end to our session. I knelt over him, still lying on his back, still sticky with his cum, and scooped it up into my hand. I used this first-class lube to wank myself off - I came very quickly - and shot my load onto his chest. His eyes sparkled with pleasure. I lay back on top of him, only this time the right way round. We kissed deeply, our young tongues exploring each other's mouth hungrily. Our spunk dried on him. It was time to dress and get ready to face the music. There was beginning to be activity outside the train and it wouldn't be long before it was back out of the tunnel on its way to Kings Cross again. I had no doubt there would be trouble then, but I wasn't too bothered. Much more important was making sure I would see Jack again, this time with lube! If he had been that turned on by one finger it seemed pretty odds-on that he would be wild when I fucked him. And, come to that, I would enjoy being fucked by him. "Can we meet again, Jack?" I asked. "I'm only in London for a month, and I'd like to do this again." "Course," he said, "so would I, Peter. Tell you what. My birthday's in 10 days - will you come to my party?" I wrote his address and phone number underneath my engine numbers - numbers whose hidden message had been so productive in the last hour. "I'll phone you in a day or two to see if we can get together before your birthday. OK?" He agreed. Good, I thought, I can get quite keen on this lad. I wished, not for the first time in the last 54 years, that I had been as bold then as I was as a 14-year-old now. Once again I thought fondly of the fairy. The train was now moving slowly backwards and after several minutes it pulled back into the platform. I told Jack to follow me and when we got to the end of the platform by the buffers to run a fast as he could straight ahead and down into the Underground. I reckoned there was no way the men who would be waiting for us would bother chasing a second boy if they had already caught one - me. And so it was. We got out of the wrong side of the compartment and jumped down onto the track. We walked quickly along to the buffers then climbed up to see a couple of porters looking along the train. As we were behind them no-one saw us and Jack was able to walk away unnoticed. I wondered whether I should try to escape as well, but before I could run I was grabbed. My offence was being on the track and they never bothered asking me about the communication cord being pulled. I was given a rocket for being "a silly boy who should know better at your age" and told never to do it again. Since I had many plans for doing "it" again I smiled to myself, and earned a clip on the ear for grinning. And that was that. I wandered back onto Platform 10 and went down into the Gents. Having had multiple orgasms recently I was in no mood for another, but I thought that spying out the lie of the land would be useful for another day. The place was deserted. The cubicles were almost all closed and each had a coin slot. I had forgotten that in those days you literally needed a penny to open the door. I would need to get hold of some pennies, I thought. The "vacant" sign showed on all the doors, including the one at the far end where the door was slightly ajar. I went over and gently pushed at the door. There was no-one in there and it was easy to see why, as there was no bolt. However there was the usual amount of interesting graffiti as well as a large glory hole carved into the next cubicle. Perhaps there were glory holes further along as well. I would need to find out. I had a piss and looked through the barber's window as I left. There were 6 chairs, each with a man cutting someone's hair. A plan began to form in my mind, and I resolved to come back tomorrow when my balls had had some recovery time. It had been a busy, and very rewarding, first day back in 1957. I was whacked - I may have been only 14 but I wasn't used to this amount of sex. I needed rest. I went back to the Youth Hostel where I spent some time chatting to a couple of other boys, neither of whom interested me and, after a quiet evening, went to bed. =============================================================================== <End of Chapter 3, and of Day 1> Thanks to the guys who've already been on with ideas - keep them coming. One suggested girls - no, that won't happen as girls do nothing for me. But some of his other ideas appeal, and may well happen sometime. There's a good chance of my being gang-banged by some older men too - probably all young enough to be my grandchildren, some of them. I'm going to be here, being 14, for the whole of August 1957. I have lots of ideas about degrading, filthy, exciting things I want to get up to. But if you have things you would like to read about while I do them, email me at badboi666 "at" btinternet "dot" com and let me know. Tell me your most depraved fantasies: I'm 70, after all, and won't be shocked. Even if I am only 14 to look at ... or touch ... or suck ... or fuck ... or piss on.