Date: Tue, 9 May 2017 14:58:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 37
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
3 Donate
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Chapter 37
Sammy and Oliver had just cum volumes in each other's mouth, so they would
need a while to recover their sexual desire. I wanted Robin's fuck to be
the last and, after a whispered conversation, he agreed. "I want to watch
you fucking those two," he said, "it'll be really exciting. You never
know, I may join in." "Do," I said, "it's always good when a third person
gets involved, especially when you don't know what they're going to do."
Meanwhile Derek was ready for action. He was licking Mark's nipples, and
Mark was squirming with pleasure. Slowly Derek worked his way down,
eventually arriving at the still warm and wet cum smeared on the boy's
cock. Derek put his hands under Mark's bottom and lifted him, getting a
mouthful of young cock, and sucking on it. Moaning and more squirming from
Mark. Paul then positioned himself over Mark's mouth, which sought Paul's
cock and quickly took it in. "OK?" murmured Paul. Not on the bed, surely,
I thought - Mark must be going to drink it all. Sure enough Paul's
expression told me that he was pissing. I nudged Robin. "See that?"
"Christ, he's not pissing is he?" "Yeah. I envy Mark." "You envy him?
Why, do you drink piss?" "Every chance I can get, Robin, especially
straight from a boy's cock. Yours would be very tasty, I'm sure." "You're
weird," he said, but not censoriously. I glanced at him, and saw with
amusement that he was thinking about it. By this time Paul's bladder was
empty and Mark's stomach was, if not full, then plentifully supplied with
his friend's golden nectar. It seemed to me that Mark and Paul were much
closer emotionally than the other boys. Derek had cleaned Mark to his
satisfaction and pulled Paul over. "Time to fuck, Paulie," he
murmured. nuzzling the boy. I asked what they used for lube. "Just spit,"
said Derek. "Why not try this," I said, passing my bottle over, "it'll
feel different." "OK," said Derek, and squeezed a dollop onto his cock,
rubbing his fingers over Paul's arse crack. Would he stick it in roughly,
or did he care about Paul's pleasure? Maybe Paul liked it fierce.
"Ready, Paulie?" said Derek, "soft or hard?" This was interesting. The
dominant partner, the one doing the fucking, the older, stronger one was
asking how the 13-year-old wanted to be fucked. And it was clear that
sometimes the 13-year-old liked it fierce, and sometimes more gently. Paul
might not say much, but he was no push-over in bed. What hold had he over
Derek that the 17-year-old was prepared to let the kid occupy the driving
seat? A low whisper could just be heard. "Hard. Now." In went Derek
without any preparation apart from the lube already smeared on Paul's hole.
Paul gasped and his eyes opened wide, but the grin left no doubt that this
was right up his street. Unusual for a 13-year-old, but there was no doubt
he was loving it. Robin whispered to me that last night it had been the
same, and at first he'd been worried. Afterwards Paul had been so sexed up
by the relentless pounding Derek had given him (and was doing now, even as
Robin was telling me about it) that when Derek came and pulled out he
(Paul) was onto Derek's cock like a terrier sucking and licking and
slurping all the cum and arse-juices off it. He then wanked himself and
had a visibly tempestuous orgasm. "Not much spunk," said Robin, "but bags
of feeling." And it was exactly the same tonight. Relentless pounding,
Derek getting faster and faster, the small boy under him appearing to be
crushed but still with a huge grin on his sweating face, Derek cumming deep
inside, Derek whipping his cock out - still coated in his cum and the
child's juices, the child devouring the 17-year-old's cock with the
single-minded concentration of a starving man, Derek's clean cock wilting,
Paul's hands grasping his cock - hard now, but still only three inches -
Paul's hands thrashing his cock mercilessly, Paul throwing his body back
onto Derek's bed, arching his back, cumming, cumming, cumming, collapsing.
"Oh, fuck," was all he muttered.
Robin and I looked at each other astonished. "Does he fuck Mark like
that?" "Oh no, you'll see, it's quite different, you'll like it - you're
weird remember; but he won't be able to do it for an hour or two." "I'm
not surprised," I said, "I couldn't fuck like that. But Paul seems to love
it." The spotlight, metaphorically speaking, now passed to me. Derek and
his boys were lying back ready to watch.
I beckoned Sammy and Oliver to lie next to me on Robin's bed. Robin
scooted off to Sammy's bed ready to join in in whatever happened. "It
looks as though one of you two is going to get fucked now," I said. "Who
wants to go first?" Sammy was a millisecond slower than Oliver in getting
his lips on mine. "Me," said Oliver. Sammy shrugged and went to Robin's
side. "Don't be pissed off, Sammy," murmured Robin, "if he cums in Oliver
he'll last longer when he fucks you." Sammy's face brightened.
I asked Oliver what it was that he'd loved about being fucked at camp last
year. He thought about it. "The boy that did me then was the tent leader
- he was 17. I think what I liked best was the feeling of his cock inside
me - it tickled, only a lot sexier than being tickled if you know what I
mean." "I know exactly what you mean, Oliver. I can do it to you even
better than he did." "Why's that? His cock was bigger than yours." "Yes,
but I know a bloody sight more about how to use it to please another boy.
Trust me, I'll show you." This called for the magic finger technique,
about which you have heard many times already. I lubed up and set to work
on his arse. "Hey, it's fucking I want," he said when my finger first
started into him. "Just wait, Oliver, and relax. Let me do the work," I
told him.
Fifteen minutes later he was on his back exhausted. I had decided that
fucking him on his back with his ankles behind my neck would give me deeper
access, and give him a more shattering orgasm. Before entering him I
almost brought him off with the three-finger trick and when he was moaning
yesyesyes I whipped them out and pushed my cock in hard and deep. Unlike
Paul, however, Oliver's insides were awash with lube and his copious arse
juice, and my cock slipped all the way in. It took only five or six long
deep thrusts for Oliver to go from yesyesyes to YESYESYES! and his cock
jetted cum onto his belly. I felt his muscles clench round my cock, and I
would have loved to stay thrusting in him longer. I reminded myself that I
had two more luscious arses to service, so with regret I withdrew, still
hot and hard. From the other side of the tent Paul asked if he could lick
my cock clean. "Sure you can," I said, "only I don't want to cum yet. You
can lick off Oliver's juices and my pre-cum though." He was across the
tent in a flash and his mouth had my cock well and truly cleaned within a
minute. I ruffled his hair. "Where did you learn that trick, Paulie?" I
murmured as he lapped away under my foreskin. I heard Mark say something
from Derek's bed - it sounded like 'no'. What could that mean? If Paul
had learnt it from Mark, or indeed Derek, why would that information be
unwelcome? When he was satisfied that my cock was clean he scooted back to
Mark and Derek. "Happy?" asked Derek. "Mmmm," was the reply. "What about
you, Mark?" said Derek. "Can I?" he said to Derek. "Can you what?" I
asked. "Mark wants to lick up Oliver's cum," explained Derek, "he's a
proper little cum-hound." Oliver, his belly still with a pool of his cum
glistening on it, looked pleased. "C'mon, Mark," he said, "it's all yours.
Derek had these two well-trained: one to clean any passing cock and the
other to dispose hygienically of any cum found lying around.
As I was still hard - Paulie's ministrations had seen to that - it was time
for Sammy. While I had been fucking Oliver Sammy had been watching
intently, and had been impressed with Oliver's reactions to the various
things I was doing to him. "Will you do me the same?" he asked, "it looked
like Oliver was out of it with ecstasy." What a fine compliment! I said I
would do my best, and started the lube routine. Sammy was already on his
back with his knees by his shoulders before I was ready. His enthusiasm
was infectious, and I enjoyed the sight of his rosebud - pink, puckered,
innocent-looking, hiding its insatiable hunger for being penetrated deeply
by another boy's hot hard cock. But before my hot hard cock got anywhere
near I pushed a finger in ("oh!") - "nice?" - "mmm!" - and a second and the
magic third. "Gosh! I feel really full," and then I hit the button and he
jumped. "What the hell was that/" "That, Sammy, is the best bit, and
there's plenty more of it" and I proceeded to give him several minutes of
highly-charged emotional and sexual overload. With all the thrashing and
moaning it was hard to distinguish between his being 10 seconds from
cumming and 2 seconds, but I felt a higher tension in him and got my cock
up him just in time for him to blow, as Oliver had done, while I was in
fuck mode. This time the temptation to stay inside him and finish myself
off was even greater, but the reward of Robin's body was just enough to
keep me back. As I freed my throbbing cock from sated Sammy Paul was back
on duty again, cleaning me up. Mark followed, lapping up Sammy's load with
gusto.
I had somehow edged myself twice while fucking Oliver and Sammy, and I
needed a rest. "Derek," I said, "I need a while to recover. It's time you
and Mark put on a show for us." They exchanged a look. "OK," said Mark,
"I'm ready." Robin had said that Derek fucked Mark differently from how he
had had Paul - hard and merciless. How would his technique differ with
Mark? He'd also said that I'd like it because I'm weird. Surely he
wouldn't ... but not on the bed?
I began to understand when Derek and Mark got off the bed and Derek got
down onto a grassy patch in the corner of the tent away from the door
flaps. He laid on his back and Mark asked for the lube. There wasn't a
lot left, but so long as there was enough for me after Mark had lubed Derek
I was relaxed about it. Mark took a good handful and rubbed Derek's cock,
and his own arse. Paul joined them and held Derek's stiff cock while Mark
lowered himself onto it. "OK Mark?" "Yes," he murmured, "thanks Paulie."
Mark was sitting upright with Derek's cock fully inside him, and he leaned
forward slowly, putting his hands on the 17-year-old's shoulders. The
expressions on both faces told that feelings were rushing through both of
them. When Mark leaned back Derek's cock must have rubbed on his prostate,
and as he rocked back and forward he was getting more and more excited.
Derek wasn't doing anything at this stage - it was all Mark. Derek
muttered, "Ready yet?" "No, not quite," murmured Mark, "soon though." I
watched, fascinated. Robin was close and I put my arm round him, nuzzling
his hair. "Our turn next," I whispered," and reached down to stroke his
cock, already straining to release. It would be a while yet though. "The
next bit will turn you on, weirdo," he whispered.
Paul, who had remained close to the other two, now stood with his legs
apart over Derek's prone body. Marl leaned forward and this time took
Paul's soft cock into his mouth. "Oh, no! he's not going to piss again," I
said. "Yes, and he's not the only one," said Robin, "everyone's weird in
this tent." Mark reached forward, took hold of Paul's arse cheeks, pulling
the boy's cock deeper into his mouth, and nodded. Paul started to piss and
Mark swallowed greedily. Derek, watching, and knowing the signal, pushed
up further inside Mark's arse and he too started to piss. The three of
them remained quite still while Derek and Paul emptied themselves.
When Paul had finished he came over to where Robin and I were watching. He
put his mouth to my ear and whispered, so quietly that I could only just
make out what he was saying. "Mark and I play with Derek's dad as well as
Derek. He taught me. Don't tell."
Paul moved away and went to sit on Derek's bed, his part played. "This is
the best bit," he told us. I had no idea how full Derek's bladder had
been, but if this was the regular way these three fucked then it was
probably full, and he hadn't pissed when he went to the washroom before
lights out. Mark's arse and his stomach were both filled with his friends'
piss. What was in his stomach would stay there until he next pissed, but
what was up his arse was going to be sprayed everywhere any minute as Derek
started a slow pissfuck. Each time he pulled back a trickle of his piss
ran back out of Mark's well-stretched arse onto him, and onto the grass.
Each time Derek thrust in Mark's face lit up as the pressure of piss
thrilled deep parts of his insides. The squelching was getting faster and
faster and both of them were glazed in lust as Derek finally heaved
upwards, lifting Mark with him, and poured cum into the piss already
filling the younger boy's guts. As Derek subsided Mark stood up, releasing
a huge torrent of piss onto Derek's belly. Thirty seconds later Mark's cum
spurted into the mess as he wanked himself. "See what I mean?" whispered
Robin. "This tent'll stink if they go on like that," I said, "I'm glad I
won't be here for the rest of the week." "I'm not," he whispered, turning
to lick my ear, "I'll miss you desperately." "I'll miss you too, kiddo," I
said, "but you'll find someone else to play with." "I'm sure of that," he
said, "and I'll make damn sure there are plenty of someones, but you will
always be special. When I'm an old man I will still remember you, and what
we did. I won't remember many of the someone's." "You'll remember the
Real Someone, I hope, because he'll be the one you'll be living with when
you're an old man remembering me." "That's not very likely," he said,
"queers can't do that. "You wait," I said, "things can change." I
couldn't be more specific, alas, but I knew that by the time he was that
old man he could very well be married to the Real Someone.
The pissing trio had got up from a very wet patch of grass. I was about to
ask whether they slept together in a stinking heap when Sammy spoke up.
"Watching you lot doing that was a big turn-on, but I don't fancy pissing
or being pissed on." "Nor me," said Oliver. Weirdo me said nothing - you
know my feelings about such practices. Sammy continued, "what about the
smell? If it's hot again tomorrow this tent will stink like a blocked bog.
Have you thought of that?" Derek replied, "Oh yes, I've thought of that.
I'll do what I did last year. I'll have a word with the scoutmaster and
tell him that this tent must've been pitched over a field drain or
something, and can it be moved a few feet away. They'll move it, or they
did last year, but we can't pull that trick twice in a week. So tonight's
wet performance was the last one. Hope you enjoyed it. We certainly did."
Mark and Paul nodded sleepily. It was now well after midnight and they had
had a strenuous couple of hours.
Sammy and Oliver were at the end of Robin's bed while I was cuddling Robin.
"C'mon, Peter, it's time you and Robin got it on," said Sammy. "I want to
know what he likes so I can do it with him after we get home," Robin smiled
at this thought, which he appeared not to have had before. "That's good,
Sammy," I said, "watch and pick up some tricks." I gave Robin a squeeze.
"Come on, Tiger, time for action. Let's give these buggers a lesson in
love-making." He grinned, nestled into my neck and murmured "you used that
word again."
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<End of Chapter 37>
It has always tickled me that Baden-Powell's book was called "Scouting for
Boys".
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