Date: Wed, 3 May 2017 13:49:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 32

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 32

The next thing I knew was a knock at the door.  "Room Service" came from
outside.  Cy was awake, "Come in".  I dived under the bedclothes - the last
thing anyone wanted was to see a child in bed with a grown man.  Cy patted
my head under the blankets.  The door opened - Room Service must have had a
key - and breakfast for two was brought in by a waiter who couldn't have
been more than 15.  He closed the door carefully and set the tray down on
the table.  "Good morning, sir.  Luigi has asked me to give you this, with
his compliments."  I could hear all this from where I was hiding.  What
startled me was a great laugh from Cy.  "Come out, Randy, and see what
Luigi has brought us," he said.  "Are you sure it's OK?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, sure, kid, it's OK all right.  Our secret is safe with - what's your
name, son?"  "Tony" came the reply.

I peered out from under the bedclothes.  Tony was standing beside the bed
with his trousers round his ankles and his cock pointing straight at me.
"Are you Randy, sir?  Luigi says you would like this to go with your
breakfast.  He wanted me to tell you that he's still very sorry.  Does that
make sense?"  "Oh, yes, it makes sense all right," I said, emerging from my
hiding place, "is that for me, Tony?"  "Yes, and Luigi has made sure that I
don't have to be back on the stand for 15 minutes."

I couldn't believe what I was looking at.  Tony's cock was inches from my
face and he was grinning down at me, waiting for me to say something.  "I
am Luigi's present for you, to show that he's sorry.  I've no idea what
he's talking about, but he and I are boy friends and I am as horny as he
is.  He told me you'd like what you saw if I dropped my trousers for you.
I have 12 minutes to play if you're interested."  "Go for it, Randy," said
Cy, "Tony's offering himself to you."

I reached out to Tony.  His cock was hard and inviting.  I opened my mouth
and drew his towards me.  My tongue licked the end of his cut cock and
immediately he leaked a drop of precum.  "Get your jacket off, Tony, and 69
with him," said Cy.  Within seconds Tony (who had nothing on under his
jacket) was naked in bed with me.  Cy got up to give us room, and to watch
keenly.  Tony and I got down to serious boy-on-boy action.  He turned out
to be a very good cock sucker and we were both soon hot with desire.  His
cock was the right size for me, unlike The Monster from last night, and I
settled down to some very enjoyable mutual pleasure.  Cy was turned on by
the sight of two boys at it, and he too was stiff.

All too soon Tony's tongue brought me to the edge, and my cock spurted into
his mouth.  He swallowed hungrily as my second spurt hit home.  I kept on
sucking and licking his cock and a few seconds after I had shot my load
into him he shot his into me.  His spunk tasted sweet and I guess he hadn't
cum for a while because the quantity of his spunk was awesome.  I opened my
mouth to show it to him.  "Wow!" he said, "that's loads."  As I swallowed
he reached forward to kiss my lips.  "Thanks, Randy, I enjoyed that - hope
you did."  "You bet, Tony.  Give Luigi a big sloppy kiss from me."  And he
was into his clothes and out of the door, but not before Cy, waving his
erection unconcernedly, had given him a £5 tip.  "Thank you, sir,
there's no need - I enjoyed myself."  "I hope you'll bring me breakfast
tomorrow," said Cy, but Tony was gone.

"That was an unexpected treat," I said, "come over here and I'll give you
one."  Cy's cock was in my mouth and I tasted his early morning muskiness.
I tongued the underside of his cock from root to tip, tasting the juices
leaking from his cock-slit. He started moaning "oh Christ, kid, I can't
keep up with you, I don't know how you can do this as often as you do."  I
didn't bother replying but kept tonguing and licking.  My reward came
gushing into my mouth a couple of minutes later - hot, salty, thick
man-cum.  "That's given me an appetite for breakfast," I said, and jumped
out of bed, heading for the breakfast tray.  OJ and eggs Benedict - just
right to replace a growing boy's depleted spunk.  "Come on, Cy, it'll get
cold."  Side by side, still naked with leaking cocks we ate our breakfast.
I can't remember a more satisfying meal.

After we'd finished Cy said "I guess you'll be going now, Randy."  "Not
immediately. I have a favour to ask," and I told him of my need for a butt
plug and other toys.  "I guess you're too young to go into a sex shop to
buy these, but that's just crazy because you certainly know how to use
them.  I'll be happy to buy them for you."  "Thanks, but I insist on paying
for them - I've plenty of money, not just from last night."  "OK if you
insist.  We'll go to the shop and you tell me what you want."

Two hours later I said good-bye to Cy.  I had enjoyed pretty much
everything that had happened. Luigi had apologised for his roughness and
Tony had been a great way to wake up.  And I had two butt plugs, two
bottles of lube and two leather cock rings.  I couldn't wait for Tuesday
when Jack and Barry would get to play with them.  Cy had bought me a
present as well - a bottle of Gordon's gin.  Bliss!

I was in Soho near the sex shop.  I'd had enough of playing at being a rent
boy.  Looking back on it I felt that I'd been incredibly lucky to have been
picked up by Cy, who as well as being very satisfying sexwise was also kind
and generous.  Not many punters like him.  I needed to sit down and think.
A pub was, of course, impossible in those days and the ubiquitous coffee
shops had yet to arrive, On the other hand Soho probably had plenty of
little places - what Cy would have called 'mom and pop stores' - where a
boy could sit down and have a bite to eat and a glass of something.  A few
minutes hunting brought me to an Italian eatery where I could sit outside
in the shade, drink a freshly-pressed lemonade and eat a sandwich.  And
think.  I wanted to plan my weekend.  Today was Friday: I would be meeting
Jack and Barry on Tuesday.  My balls needed a rest after their exertions,
but not four days off.

One of the drawbacks of 1957, I now discovered, was the absence of Google.
I would have to do the research I was planning on the hoof - the
old-fashioned way.  When I'd finished my lemonade I went inside to pay, and
asked the waiter (probably the owner) if I could look up a phone number.
"Sure, sonny.  A London one?"  "Yes please, S to Z."  (In those happy days
the London phone book came in four volumes: A to D, E to K, L to R and S to
Z.)  I looked up the address I needed in Kensington, luckily not too far.
"Thanks," and I was off.

The Scout Shop in Kensington had everything I needed.  Posters on the wall
had details of Scout Camps throughout the World, and in particular in
Britain this month.  I wanted one which started tomorrow (Saturday seemed a
likely day for a week-long camp to start) and was likely to be large enough
for me to mingle.  I needed one where several troupes of scouts from
different parts of the country would be there.  My eye lit on a camp at
Thetford in Norfolk, which was described as being for scouts from all of
East Anglia.  That decision was made.  My next required guile.  I went up
to the clothes counter.

"I'm in a bit of a pickle," I said.  "I'm going to camp tomorrow but the
laundry hasn't returned my kit.  I need to buy as little as I need to be
allowed to go to camp."  "Oh, poor boy!" said the woman, "what a shame.
Let's see.  You'll need a shirt and shorts, and a scarf.  Did your scout
hat go to the laundry too - surely not."  "No," I said, "but mine is really
too small, so I might as well buy another."  Fifteen minutes later I was
equipped with everything I would need.  I didn't want to take my gin or my
toys to camp, so I would have to stow my backpack in a left luggage place
at Liverpool Street - or rather, stow my gin and my toys and take the
backpack with me as additional scout camouflage.

Tonight was going to be a night off.  I wanted to be in Thetford by
tea-time tomorrow so that I could locate the camp site and mingle there.  I
went back to the Youth Hostel I'd used when I first arrived - was it only
12 days! - and booked in for another night.  A couple of nice boys in the
dormitory, but no action.  A pity, because when they stripped off for bed
one had a very nice-looking cock.  Down, Peter, it's your night off!

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<End of Chapter 32>

A short chapter today.  What will the Scout Camp have to offer, I wonder.
Boys, scoutmasters, who knows.

Keep your depraved ideas coming, guys.  They're always welcome and, like a
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