Date: Tue, 2 May 2017 22:00:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 31

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
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Chapter 31

"Spit roasted - what's that?" said Luigi.  "It means I fuck your ass at the
same time as Randy fucks your mouth," explained Cy.  "But before he does
that he's going to be nice to you - aren't you, Randy? - and clean that
fine cock of yours.  And because he's gonna be gentle with your cock you're
gonna be gentle with his.  OK, guys?"  With no option to do otherwise we
both agreed.  Cy had cooled down a difficult situation.  I didn't think
Luigi was keen on being fucked, or by sucking cock, but maybe if the cock
in his mouth was only 14 it might make it easier for him - he did say he
was only interested in me.  Time for me to service Luigi's monster again.
Even though it was soft it was still enormous.  "I'm happy to clean it for
you, Luigi," I said with my best submissive voice, "but if I'm to do it
properly I'll need you to kneel down with your legs apart.  That was your
cock and balls - I guess they need to be cleaned as well - will swing low
and I can get at them."

Luigi agreed with this ("Sorry I was fierce with you, boy") and knelt with
his legs apart, his cock hanging heavy.  I laid myself on my back on the
floor with my body behind him and my head in the appropriate area.  All I
had to do was open my lips and his cock head was in my mouth.  I rolled his
juicy foreskin back and immediately the smell of cum and my arse juices
filled my nostrils.  Written down like that you don't get the idea that the
smell was heady and very attractive, but believe me, it had my cock
twitching right from the first sniff.  Within seconds I had four inches of
Luigi's finest in my mouth, and gave it the tongue treatment.  My hands
were caressing his balls and he was clearly enjoying what I was doing.
"See, Luigi," I said between licks, "I'm a skilled little whore, aren't I?"
"You bet, kid, keep it up.  I like what you're doing."  That made two of us
- three possibly, as Cy was watching, waiting for his turn to come.  I
wondered whether I could keep this up long enough to make Luigi come again.
Only one way to find out, and since the monster was rearing its head again
(thanks to a certain skilled whore) I had to change position.  "Lie on the
bed, Luigi," I said, "I'll get at more of it that way."

He did as I asked and I climbed on top in 69 mode.  Would he reciprocate, I
wondered.  I set to again, licking and rolling my tongue and lips over his
sensitive glans, an action which caused him to shudder.  More of that, I
decided, and he'd be on the edge.  18-year-olds are still pretty
hair-trigger, even if they've just come.  Another shudder and his mouth
opened and he licked my cock.  I thought it only fair that I should shudder
too, and added "Mmmm! that's nice".  It was now a mutual suck-fest, but one
that I was always going to win (by cumming second) as his sucking skill was
as basic as his fucking skill had been.  What a shame that the sheer size
of his endowment had led him to think that technique wasn't as important
than the equipment itself.  He would learn, but not from me.  His
shuddering became more frequent.  My hands caressed his balls again
(moaning as well now) and I wondered whether his arse would welcome a
finger.  "No," he muttered when I tried.  Fine by me, I thought, and
redoubled the intensity of what I was doing with my mouth.  "Dio mio!
You're good, bambino."  I judged his climax was near if he was reverting to
Italian, so more lip and tongue and ball-caressing action and ... his cock
leapt in my mouth and poured thick Italian spunk into me.  The first gush
went straight down my throat (more by luck than anything else), but the
second less energetic rocket landed on my tongue and I was able to savour
its taste.  A Mediterranean diet - garlic predominating: strange but not
unpleasant.  Luigi was out of it.  Two cums in a 14-year-old within half an
hour obviously ticked his boxes.  He lay back on the bed, cum oozing (maybe
it was just spooge) from the wilting monster.  As I had contracted to clean
him up I started to lick it up.  "Nooo," he muttered.  Pity, I thought.
Maybe later, He still has to be spit-roasted.

I turned to Cy.  "What next?  He looks too fucked-out for you to fuck him
until he recovers."  "No, all he has to do is kneel while I get behind him.
You stand at the front end and wave your cock in his face.  I guarantee
he'll liven up when he sees - or smells - it.  You're pretty raunchy, you
know."  "OK, Cy, I'll follow your lead."  "Good boy," and he ruffled my
hair.  He turned to Luigi, still on his back on the bed.  "Time for action,
Luigi, you've had your fun with Randy.  It's our turn now.  Remember how
well he sucked your cock?  That was a mighty cum he got out of you.
There's an extra £10 if you can make him cum in your mouth without
touching him with your hands."  I smiled to myself - this looked
interesting.  The only danger was that if Cy fucked Luigi too hard then
Luigi's teeth might forget themselves.  "Only if he doesn't bite," I added.

"Come on, Luigi, up off the bed and down on all fours," said Cy, who
positioned him how he wanted.  "Randy, d'you want to lube him up for me?"
"Glad to, Cy," and I grabbed the lube.  I decided to give him the full
treatment: two well-lubed fingers, then a third, then the prostate dance.
I was waiting to hear a 'no', but none was forthcoming, and the inside of
his arse indicated clearly that he was enjoying being invaded.  Was it
because the invader was 14?  "Want more in there, Luigi?" I asked quietly.
A whispered 'si' told me all I wanted to hear.  I lubed my hand thoroughly
and reinserted the three fingers.  With my other hand I reached round to
check his cock.  As I had expected from the state of his arse muscles it
was hard.  Slowly and carefully in went my hand.  I couldn't resist saying
"slowly and gently is a whole lot better, Luigi.  Heed the wise words of a
skilled whore."  "Cheeky bugger," laughed Cy in the background, "is he
warmed up yet?"  "Almost," I said, "just give me a minute or two more, then
he's all yours."  I did the knuckle trick, but only once because Luigi's
cry of ecstasy was so great that I feared he would cum again, and that
would spoil everything.  I removed my hand, still coated with lube and not
without a trace of Italian arse juices, and smeared it over Cy's rampant
cock.  "Go for it, big boy!" I grinned, and stepped back to watch.

Cy touched his cock to Luigi's gaping arse lips.  Hot and purple, they
enfolded Cy's cock and he was able to slide completely in in one long
thrust.  "Aaaah!" from Luigi.  "Take my cock," said Cy, beginning what I
can only describe as a 'proper' fuck.  Long deep in, slow out, fast in,
push further, hold, slow out - you know how it works.  I hoped Luigi would
learn from being on the receiving end.  The noises he was making implied
satisfaction with Cy's work.

I hopped round to the other end and placed my enticingly attractive
14-year-old cock in front of Luigi's mouth.  "Spit roasting means action at
both ends, Luigi," I reminded him.  "All you have to do is lick it."  He
opened his mouth and carefully tongued my cock.  I decided to help by
retracting my foreskin - might as well give him a whiff of boy sex.  To my
astonishment he leant forward and took the whole of me in, and started
lapping at my stinky bits with a will.  Maybe the macho Italian top was
experiencing the pleasures of being a bottom.  He had certainly enjoyed
being fisted, and Cy's fucking was winding him up too.  It would be good if
Cy and I could deliver at the same time, but such things occur only in
stories, alas.  I sensed that Cy was near: his eyes were closed, sweat was
pouring off his chest, his fucking was getting faster, his breath was
ragged, he started grunting ... suddenly he reached the peak and Luigi's
eyes opened wide, and his mouth left my cock.  It was obvious he's never
been fucked before, and the sensation of a cock expanding as it ejaculated
each spurt of semen deep into him was a new - and delightful - one.  Cy
fired four times, or to be precise, Luigi's face registered four
sensations.  While still up Luigi's arse Cy reached round to Luigi's cock.
"Hard as hell, I see," he said, and started to wank him hard and fast.  I
moved my head so that I could see Cy's hand whipping backward and forward,
and Luigi's balls swinging low in their hairy sac.  He wouldn't last long.
When Cy had started to wank him Luigi had swallowed my cock again, and his
tongue was doing a fair job.  I decided to help a little and wanked myself
as best I could.  Nearer and nearer - who would cum first - me or Luigi?

I did.  It was only my second since being picked up by Cy, so it was worth
it.  Three good squirts.  Luigi groaned as he felt it spurt into his mouth.
"Nice?" I muttered.  "Mhm," which I took to be a 'yes'.  A mouthful of
boy-spunk, added to Cy's urgent handling, did the trick and Luigi's cock
shot a rope on the carpet.  Three in just over an hour - not bad for an
18-year-old.

We all collapsed onto the bed.  After some minutes Luigi said that he had
to leave to get to his room by midnight.  "I enjoyed that very much," he
said, "I'm very sorry I was unkind to you, Randy.  You are a nice boy and
very good at what you do.  And you, Sir, were generous to me.  Thank you.
I would like to repay your kindness.  If you give me your breakfast order
now I will make sure that it is brought to you in a special way."  "That's
mighty kind, Luigi," said Cy, "isn't it, Randy?"  "Sure is, boss," I said,
"mine is Orange Juice, Eggs Benedict and Coffee, please."  "Make that two,
Luigi," said Cy, "and here's what I owe you."  He passed notes to Luigi who
dressed quickly and, pocketing his money, smiled and left.  "Nine thirty,
please, Luigi," said Cy as he went.  "OK."  And he was gone.

"I'm knackered," I said, and headed for the shower.  Fifteen minutes later
Cy had showered and we were both in bed, cuddled up together like a pair of
cats.  Before dropping off I wondered what 'in a special way' meant, but I
was asleep before any illumination occurred.

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<End of Chapter 31>

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