Date: Sun, 7 May 2017 13:33:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 35
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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1 Cum
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3 Donate
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Chapter 35
"I'm glad you came," I said, "it's been a long wait." "I saw you at
lunch," he said, "who were you with?" I told him how I had spent the 15
hours (yes, I had been counting) since our last brief meeting. His eyes
widened. "Blimey, haven't you even slept?" "A bit, but not much. How
about you? How did 2201 go, as you would put it?" "Not me, that's how the
Head Scout puts it. To me it's one minute past ten. And it was
interesting." "Tell me about it." We looked around and found a good place
to lie down free from roots and other uncomfortable things.
"Our tent's got six beds - five of us and a leader," he began. "That
doesn't sound promising," I said. "You wait and see," he grinned. "We had
our briefing about today's activities in the meal tent at quarter past
nine, then we made our way back to our own tent. Only three of us in the
tent are in the same troop; the other two are from another lot in Norwich.
We're all 13 or 14 apart from the leader. He's 17 and he's from the other
troop. As soon as we were all sitting on our beds like good boys the
leader tied the tent flaps down. He told us his name - Derek - and made us
all introduce ourselves. The other two from his troop are Mark and Paul.
The other two from my troop are Sammy and Oliver. Last year at camp I had
a wanking session with Sammy. Oliver is new to Norwich, he joined only a
few months ago, but he's been at camp before. It was clear right from the
word go that the other three had something going on. Mark and Paul went to
sit on Derek's bed. I went and sat on Sammy's bed. Derek, who'd done this
often before, knew what was up with us. His raised eyebrow and Sammy's nod
told him all he needed to know. Oliver was the unknown. There was no way
five of us were going to get it on in a big way if the sixth was going to
be a wet blanket, or a sneak. Derek asked him to tell us about his
scouting experience. His exact words were 'Derek, I was at a different
camp last year and I got fucked there. I want to get fucked here'. So
that was that settled nicely. All six of us were going to play. We then
discussed who wanted what. Mark and Paul were so cuddled up to Derek that
it didn't look likely that they'd want to share. Derek said that the three
of them 'did it all the time' at home and that they planned to keep doing
it here as well. He said it nicely, but I didn't think the rest of us
would be joining in. That left us three. I said to Oliver 'I'm glad
you're like us. Sammy and I are wank mates and if you join in that makes
two groups of three. Nobody'll be left out'. Oliver shot over to Sammy's
bed. Derek grinned, 'that's that all settled then.' He told us that the
scoutmasters had agreed that each tent's leader was in charge, and that
they wouldn't be getting involved after lights out in seeing that everybody
behaved." (I thought it much more likely that some of the scoutmasters
would be among those doing the misbehaving, and that a covert green light
was being given.) "Go on," I said.
"Derek said we should all get into our pyjamas and be sitting up like good
boys in our beds - our own beds, he said with a grin - so that when
Authority came to tell us it was lights out he would be able to believe it.
'Don't worry' he said, 'you won't need to be in your pyjamas for long'. We
all stripped off, making sure everybody else got a good look at what was on
offer, and put on our pyjamas. By 10 we were as Derek had directed. In
came the other troop's Scoutmaster. 'Good, Derek,' he said, 'I see you've
got everything in hand. Good night.' and off he went. Do you think he
knew?" "Of course he did. He wouldn't have said 'everything in hand'
otherwise. I expect he had a boy in his bed all right. Go on, what
happened then?"
"Well, Mark and Paul scooted into Derek's bed, but not before they'd taken
off their pyjamas. They're both uncut. Mark's cock is about the same size
as mine but Paul's is tiny. They don't have any hairs yet. I asked them
what we were going to see. Mark said that they liked being fucked by Derek
and Paul, who said very little, just nodded. It sounded straightforward
enough - 17-year-old buggers 13-year-olds. 'What about you three?' asked
Mark. Before I could say anything Oliver said that he wanted to get fucked
too, like last year, but he wasn't fussy about who did it. His exact words
were 'I need to get someone's cock up me, and it would be great if it was a
lot of different cocks.' Sammy and I exchanged looks and Sammy said 'you
go, Robin.' I said that I was up for fucking Oliver but I'd never fucked
anyone before, so Derek would have to show me. Derek's cheesy grin got so
wide it nearly fell off his face. That problem looked like being solved to
everyone's satisfaction. I told them that sucking cocks was my best thing.
'Sucking, or being sucked?' asked Derek. 'Both of course, and I was told
only today that I'm bloody good at it' - I hope you don't mind." "Why
should I mind, it's true, isn't it? What was the reaction to what you
said?" "Astonishment. Today? Who've you sucked off today? 'Another
scout. Don't know his troop. He sucked me too.' 'Where?' 'Not here.'
Luckily they left it at that. But the week's activities were clear. Derek
would fuck his two and Oliver, and I would suck anything that came my way.
Who sucked me wasn't discussed, but I don't suppose I won't get volunteers.
I left then, saying I had the shits. When I got back 20 minutes later
Derek and his harem were cuddled up for the night and the other two were
wanking each other in Sammy's bed. I felt left out of it, but then I
remember the afternoon, and told myself it was only 14 hours till I saw you
again. And here I am. And I haven't cum since I came with you." "Nor
have I," I said, "so there'll be plenty stored up!"
I turned to Robin. "You enjoyed it yesterday when I put a finger up your
arse." He nodded. "You said then that you wanted to get fucked. Your
exact words were 'the sooner I get fucked, the better'. Do you still feel
like that?" He nodded, and leant over to kiss me. "Why do you keep on
asking, Peter? You know I want you to fuck me. What we did yesterday was
great, and I want a lot more of it. Your finger up my arse was good; your
cock up my arse will be fucking marvellous, won't it?" "Yes, it will.
It'll hurt a bit at first, but I'll try to make it as easy as I can." "I
trust you," he said, and kissed me again.
This was going to be an outdoor session as it might have been 100 years
ago. No mattress to lie on, no blanket to conceal our naked shame, no
shower to clean up afterwards. All we would have that our
great-grandfathers didn't have was a bottle of lube. This wasn't a
romantic setting, so we didn't waste time of seductively undressing each
other - we merely stripped off. We drank in each other's naked body. "How
many naked boys have you seen?" I asked. "Dozens at the swimming pool, but
I've only played around with a few. You, Sammy and a couple of others.
Apart from you it's only been wanking. What about you?" "I've lost
count," I said truthfully, "but there's only one in front of me now, and
he's the important one." We moved to a deep tongued kiss and sank to our
knees while our lips were still glued together. I wanted his first fuck to
be as good as I could make it, but I was conscious that I would have to
remain alert in case we were approached. Not ideal, but we would make the
best of it. I told him to lie down and I got down between his legs. "Put
your legs on my shoulders," I said, "I'm going to warm you up."
The scent of his body was very heady. I lapped at his cock and gently took
each of his balls into my mouth. He raised his hips. "Get working on my
arse, I'm really hot for you down there." Lube out, fingers coated,
fingers in - one, then two ("OK?" "Yeah, great"), then the magic third
("Aah!"), pause to let him get used to it, then the prostate twitch ("Oh
Christ, what's that? It's fantastic ... aaaaaaaaaah!") and he came all
over his belly. "Oh fucking shit, I've cum too soon," he wailed. "Don't
be silly," I said, bending over his cummy belly to kiss him, "you can cum
again. It's no big deal." I paused. "Actually it is a big deal, so big
that it needs me to attend to it." And I bent over him and licked it all
up, smacking my lips lustfully. "Delicious boy-cum, a pound a bottle!"
"Silly bugger," he said happily.
I squirted some lube up his arse. "Oh fuck, what's that?" "Lube. Cold,
isn't it. Your insides will soon warm it up." Back in went my three
fingers, concentrating this time not on the hidden treasure a few inches in
- best leave that untwitched for the present - but on stretching the
doorway. He was squirming and moaning ("Ssh!") as my fingers rubbed the
inside of his arse lips and gently stretched them apart. "Oh, am I ready
yet?" he begged, "I really need to feel you up inside me." "OK," I said,
"I think you're cooked now. I'll put it in gradually and the minute it
hurts you tell me and I'll stop to let you get used to it. When it's right
in clasp your ankles behind my head, and I'll know we're ready to rock and
roll." I wiped my well-lubed hands on my cock and positioned it at his hot
inviting entry. "Push as though you're shitting."
My foreplay must have been sufficient because when I touched my cock to his
arsehole, and he pushed, the weight of my body just pushed my cock straight
in - all the way - without a grimace or a cry of discomfort. "Wow!" he
said, "that didn't hurt at all. Is it all the way in?" "All the way," I
said, "mind you, mine isn't the biggest cock in the world, just the biggest
on a 13-year-old." "Oh shut up," he said. It was time to perform.
I concentrated on giving him the best fuck I could. My cock was already
all the way in, so I pushed harder ("ooh!"), withdrew slowly until my
cockhead was literally half in and half out of his arse lips, putting them
under maximum stretch ("ooh!"), pause (he tensed), hard in again
("aaaah!"), push, out to the doorway again, hard in ("oh fuck, Peter, that
is so wonderful'), out again ... I was getting closer, but I reckoned it
was important on this occasion for me to hold back. I wanted this fuck to
be one he'd remember for ever - well, he would anyway as it was his first,
but I still wanted it to be special - so I tried to restrain my own desire
for release. I managed to keep up my rhythm for almost five minutes. By
then he was covered in sweat - some his but most of it mine, which had run
down my chest and dropped onto him - his eyes were tight shut, his toes
curled, his ankles locked behind my head, his thighs gripping my sides. I
put my hands under\his bum and found I could get another half inch into
him. Faster now - I was feeling my balls getting ready - faster and
deeper, in and out like a machine then ... I came. My spunk rushed out of
me and entered the deepest, most hot and secret part of the boy who, for
the important instant of the present, I loved more than the rest of the
universe. Again and again I spurted; again and again I convinced myself
that I loved him. Did I say so out loud? I've no idea. Eventually my
cock finished emptying my juices up into Robin and he relaxed his ankles
and lowered his legs. "Fuck!" he breathed. No other words were needed.
He whispered in my ear "I love you too," So I had said it out loud. "No
you don't," I said, "and I don't love you. Those are words that get said
at moments of supreme joy. The next boy that gives you that joy, you'll
say you love him too. That was a fantastic fuck, and I loved doing it with
you. One day you will meet someone you really love. Then sex with them
will be truly special." I began to pick myself up. "I've got a surprise
for you," he said pointing to his belly. I looked and there was another
pool of his tasty cum, still hot from the tap. "When did that happen?" I
asked. "I came about five seconds after yours started," he said, "but
yours lasted longer than mine." "So we could say we came together," I
said, "that's always a bonus." I bent to lick it up. He said, "Don't
swallow it. Share it with me. I understand what you said about loving and
not loving, but I still think what we shared was magic, and whether it's
love or not I will always remember the boy who was the first to fuck me.
And maybe I don't love you, or you me, but I will never forget you." Tears
came easily to us both, and as we kissed a cum-sharing kiss the old
cliché about the world standing still just might have come true for
us both, there in a Thetford wood in August 1957.
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<End of Chapter 35>
It has always tickled me that Baden-Powell's book was called "Scouting for
Boys".
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