Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2017 22:49:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 30
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
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Chapter 30
I was still in the bathroom, showered and dried, naked, waiting for Room
Service to deliver the meal and the coast to be clear for me to come out
and rejoin Cy. There was a knock on the bathroom door. Cy called, "Come
out, Randy." I walked out to find the Room Service guy still there,
standing beside Cy, both gazing at me. "Fancy a bit of that?" said Cy to
the waiter. The waiter nodded, "Yessir." "What about you, Randy, are you
up for a threesome with Luigi here?" I was indeed up for it - Luigi
couldn't have been more than 18, about 5 foot 6, 8 stones maximum,
Mediterranean looks. Just right for some serious action. Probably had a
big cock. On the other hand a real renter would certainly demand more - a
lot more, since Cy was clearly determined to have the threesome. I decided
quickly. "Sure, Cy, let's talk about the details over dinner." Cy turned
to Luigi. "I think we have a deal here. When do you finish?" "Ten
o'clock, sir. I could be back here ten minutes later." "You do just that,
Luigi," said Cy, tucking what looked like a £10 note into Luigi's palm.
Luigi gave me a grin, "I like what I see - Randy, is it? - and hope to get
to know you better soon. Ciao," and he was gone. Cy removed his dressing
gown.
"God, you move quickly," I said admiringly, "have you had him already?"
"No, but I've seen him around the hotel and liked the look of him. When he
brought the food in I was, how shall I put it, not very carefully dressed,
and when he saw my cock as my robe fell open I could tell he was as queer
as the rest of us. I pointed to the food he'd brought and told him that
the second person was a whole lot younger than he was, and did he have an
interest in partying later on. You saw the result." "I did, Cy, but if
I'm going to have two of you going hard at me I'm going to need more money
- a lot more money. Let's say £100 altogether. Otherwise I'm out of
here as soon as I'm dressed." "Hold your horses, kid, no need to get
shirty. You can have your money. I expect you'll earn it. So far your
tongue and your hands have been worth every cent." "Good, that's settled
then. £60 more as soon as we've eaten?" "Agreed."
The meal was, by 1957 standards, pretty exotic. The hotel kitchen
obviously knew its American clients' requirements. Laid before me was a
spicy soup (described as Cajun Gumbo, but unlike any gumbo I've eaten in
Louisiana over the years), chicken Maryland and good old apple pie a la
mode (which is cod-French for 'with ice cream'). Tasty to a 14-year-old
keen to refresh the parts that a g&t didn't reach. There was wine too - a
nice French dry white. I was glad that the fairy hadn't reduced my palate
to that of a pubescent. Eating and drinking naked was rather a turn-on for
both of us - shades of the erotic meal scene in the movie of Tom Jones.
I had a glass of wine, and on top of the g&t I was feeling pleasantly warm
and horny. I moved to the sofa and patted the seat next to me. Cy bounded
over and we snuggled up close. "What do you want to do before Luigi gets
here?" I asked, "you've cum twice - how many more can you manage?" "Three
times, don't forget Arthur. I aint coming again until Luigi gets here -
when you're my age you'll find out that guys take longer to recover than
kids your age." (I know, I know.) I thought a smartass reply would be in
order. "Gosh, Cy, that must be awful. Not six times a day any more then?"
"This is what we'll do," he said, "it's about an hour till he gets off
duty. You haven't come yet" (I know, I know) "so we ought to do something
about that. I want to taste your Brit spunk, but not just yet. Snuggle
close for a while."
I snuggled in. Cy stroked me, but not in a sexual way. His hands caressed
my back, my shoulders, my chest. While not sexual it was incredibly
erotic, and I found my skin extremely sensitive to the touch of his
fingers. I sighed happily. This wasn't the rent-boy experience as I had
imagined it, and I was aware that I had been lucky in having a client as
into providing sensuous pleasure for his whore as Cy was. Most
renter-punter exchanges were more likely to be fuck, wipe, pay, bugger off.
Not only had I had my gin, a very good meal, a bed for the night and
£100, but I would get a load of sex and cuddles too. Luxury indeed!
"Cy," I said quietly, "this is great. I love being close like this."
"That's good, kid, 'cos I'm sure enjoying having you beside me. You suck
great, and that trick with your fist is outta this world. Where did you
learn it?" "Cy, I wish I could tell you, but it's a trade secret. I think
I must have learnt it in another existence." "That's crap, Randy, but
whoever taught you sure did a good job." "Let's put it this way: a
lifetime of experience," I said, "but my balls feel like they have a
lifetime of spunk built up. Can we let some of it out now? I'm ready to
bust one - isn't that what American kids say?" "You're right there, boy.
How d'you want it? I know I'm paying, but you get to choose this time." I
weighed up the possibilities. I didn't fancy fucking him, sloppy seconds
notwithstanding. I didn't think a simple wank would be all that exciting.
So inevitably ... "I want you to suck my cock and I'll cum in your mouth."
"OK, that sounds fine to me. I tasted 22-year-old Brit cum this afternoon,
and now I get a younger vintage." If only he knew.
He stopped stroking me in a non-sexual way and started caressing my arse
cheeks. "I'm just getting used to your ass," he said, "but I'll be getting
a whole lot closer later." "Good," I murmured, "I like the sound of that.
I like a man's cock filling me up." He turned me over and took my cock
into his mouth. I soon discovered he was a skilled cock-sucker, and my
cock experienced a very skilled tongue job. Inevitably, being only 14, I
didn't last very long and within a couple of minutes my balls duly
delivered. "Wow, Cy, here it is!" I shot into his hot mouth. He kept it
there, tasting it, then quickly took his mouth off my wilting cock and laid
me on my back. He opened his mouth over my cock and allowed my spunk to
dribble out onto my still sensitive boy bits. He then rubbed the
spit-spunk mixture into my belly and balls. "What's that all about?" I
asked, curious to know - he surely wasn't expecting to wank me off
immediately after I'd just unloaded. "I'm making you mine, kid, you stink
of your spoo- spunk and my spit. I want you smelling raunchy when Luigi
comes back. By tomorrow morning this room will reek of hot man sex." "Boy
sex too, please, sir." He grinned, "Too right, Randy. Is that your real
name, by the way?" "No, of course not, it's a good trade name though,
isn't it?"
We both needed to rest before the energetic sex which would no doubt be
taking place when Luigi appeared. More wine was consumed. Cy sat on the
sofa and I cuddled up next to him. We were both naked and since Cy hadn't
showered we both smelt raunchy as Cy wanted. I felt sleepy and probably
dozed a bit in Cy's arms. A thought entered my mind. If I played my cards
right I could maybe persuade Cy to buy me the things I wanted, but was too
young to get. A butt plug certainly, and other toys too. It would be
really good to have a range of things for Jack and Barry when I saw them
next week. Real eye-openers. Arse-openers too. I guessed Luigi would
have to leave long before morning - if we were all fucked-out by the time
he went then Cy and I would probably sleep well into the morning. By then
(after breakfast from Room Service, which might itself be interesting) I
could get Cy to take me to the shops.
There was a knock at the door. I woke suddenly. Time for me to put on my
professional face. Cy opened the door and in came Luigi. He was still in
his uniform, but I didn't think it would be long before we got to see his
Latin frame. "Well, here we all are," said Cy. Luigi said that he could
stay till about midnight - over an hour and a half. "I'm not interested in
fucking you, Sir," he said, "it's the boy I want." "That's OK," said Cy,
"but I want to fuck you. How about £50? That gets you anything you
want with Randy, and lets me fuck you. OK?" Luigi thought about it. I
guessed he wasn't keen on being fucked - the usual Mediterranean macho
thing - but the double lure of £50 and my tender young arse would prove
too hard to resist. And so it was. "Si." "Clothes off, then," demanded
Cy, "let's see what you got."
What Luigi got was a very fit, if small, wiry body. He was very hairy (oh
dear!) but what was eye-catching (and, if I'm honest, slightly worrying)
was his cock. It was flaccid, but was still the biggest I had seen in my
14 years (or my 80 plus, come to that). I hoped it wouldn't get much
bigger when erect. I suppose it was probably nine inches. His balls hung
low. "Very nice," cooed Cy. "Yeah," I agreed, "am I taking that up my
arse?" "Si." The strong silent type clearly. "That will be the biggest
I've taken. When my arse is really filled up with a man's cock I love it,
so you'll be the best, Luigi, as well as the biggest." We moved to the
bed. I was glad that Luigi had agreed that Cy would fuck him, because that
meant that Cy was going to give attention to Luigi's arse - too hairy for
me to want to explore (particularly as I wasn't being paid to). It looked
as though the plan was that Cy would fuck Luigi and he would fuck me.
No-one seemed to have any plans for my orgasm(s), so I would just make my
own decision(s). Suits me, I thought. I wondered where we'd start.
Cy was in charge - after all, he was paying for all this. "First off," he
said, "I'm fucking Luigi. Get your ass over here, stud." Luigi smiled,
"Only too happy, Sir." He stood in front of Cy, naked and proud. Cy was a
good 8 inches taller than Luigi. "Come over here," Cy said to me, "and
kneel in front of Luigi. Put your lips to work on his cock." I was there
like a shot. I wanted a close look at this monster, not least because I
wanted to get to know it before Luigi forced it into me. Close to I had to
admit it was a prize specimen of cock. Uncut, rising now from a dense
black bush, giving off a musky but not unpleasant scent. It put my lips
round it and Luigi attempted to push it into my mouth. "Luigi," I said,
"my arse is all yours, and there are no teeth in it, but my mouth is mine
and I will decide how to deal with what goes into it. You try to
deep-throat me and I bite. I mean it. I'm very happy to suck your cock -
Cy will tell you I'm good at it - but I suck; you don't fuck." I don't
think he was too pleased by this, but since his main interest was in
fucking me he didn't really have much option but to agree. "OK, boy," he
muttered, "but when I fuck you I fuck you good and proper." "Good," I
said, "I want to feel this monster right up inside me." Bravado? Quite
possibly, because my lips and tongue, now returned to their business around
the monster, had produced an erection fully an inch longer than it had
been. Could I take ten inches? God knows. My dilemma now was stark. I
wanted to get him off in my mouth and taste his cum. It would be
interestingly flavoured, I thought. On the other hand if he came in my
mouth now he would last a lot longer when he was fucking me. Whereas I was
greedy to find out what ten inches would be like, I wasn't sure I wanted
ten inches banging away up there for 20 minutes or more. So no cum in
Randy's mouth for Luigi. Not right now anyway. I took my lips off and
pulled his foreskin back with two fingers. A few quick licks up the
underside and under his frenulum got him very hot, and as his desire was to
fuck me it was now the only thing on his mind. "I want to fuck you right
now, boy." He turned to CY, "do you have lube - I don't want to rip him
apart?" Cy gave him the lube bottle and he spread some on his fingers.
None on my arse, I noticed with alarm. This was going to be brutal.
"Bend over the bed, boy," commanded Luigi. He jabbed two fingers into me
("ow!") and rolled them around, getting me lubed ("ah!"). "More fingers,"
I said. "Oh, he's a real pro," said Cy, "this one can take all you've got,
Luigi. A third finger ("aaah!"). So far, so good. I reached behind me
for his cock. It was slick and felt enormous. Oh well. This is what I'd
sought. Luigi's fingers were removed from my arse and suddenly he rammed
his huge cock into me. Christ! it hurt. "Ow! Hold it there and let me
get used to it ... OK, that's fine now." It was about six or seven inches
in. He started to fuck me fiercely. I was expecting a long slow deep
penetration which, once it had gone in fully the first couple of times,
would have been - how shall I put it? - right up my street. Instead he
seemed intent on coming as quickly as he could. I didn't have a problem
with that: I wasn't enjoying being fucked like a rabbit. A bit of me
wanted to tell him to slow down; that a deep fucking would be a lot better
for both of us, and that the pleasure would last a lot longer, but a bigger
bit of me wanted Luigi to get his rocks off. He was a lousy fucker - a
tragedy because with a cock like that he could have given so much pleasure
to me as well as to himself.
He was still jack-hammering away, grunting and sweating. Was it all about
domination? Humiliation? Fucking the defenceless arse of a child?
Whatever it was it would be over more quickly if I seemed to be satisfying
his need to humiliate and possess me, so I started to wail. "Oh, that's so
sore, you're hurting me, oow! stop." As I hoped he speeded up. "Take it,
boy. You're just a whore. You need a man to show you how disgusting you
are." A moment of panic as I wondered whether he was a nutter who might
get violent, but I felt that Cy, who had shown a tender side, would stop
anything nasty from happening.
Luigi kept at it. My arse was being given the deepest and hardest fucking
it had ever had. If only it had been slower I would probably have cum by
now, but speed was the killer. At last Luigi roared and stuck it in even
further and grabbed my shoulders and emptied himself into me (round about
my kidneys from the feel of it. Well, nearly). As soon as his cock has
gushed its last he whipped it out and picked me up off the bed. "Clean my
cock, you filthy whore," he demanded. "Do you think it's a good idea to
ask me to put my teeth near that thing?" I said with a threatening look.
"I may only be 14 but my teeth are sharp. If I bite your cock you may beat
me up, but if you do my bruises will heal. You will always have only half
a cock. I've never been fucked by a bigger cock than that, but I've been
fucked a bloody sight more skilfully." I turned to Cy. "This is your
party, Cy, what do you want to do?"
I felt rather sorry for Cy. I had no idea how he and Luigi had fixed this
up while I had been in the shower, nor indeed whether the two of them had
had sex earlier in Cy's stay. Cy had said that he wanted to fuck Luigi,
but he had seen how Luigi had treated me. I was running a huge risk,
because if Cy had sided with Luigi I could have been toast. "Calm down,
the two of you," he said. "Luigi, don't call Randy a filthy whore. He's a
nice kid and even though he is a whore you don't have to rub it in" (I
carefully avoided Cy's eye, but he didn't see the significance of what he'd
just said). "Randy, be nice to Luigi. Clean his cock for him. I'm sure
he won't try to push it too far. Now, it's time for me to fuck Luigi." He
turned to Luigi. "You're about to be spit-roasted, Luigi, you'll enjoy
that."
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<End of Chapter 30>
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