Date: Wed, 10 May 2017 17:35:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 38

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 38

I had fucked Oliver and Sammy, giving each of them a powerful orgasm, but
managing not to cum myself.  It hadn't been easy, and if it had not been
that I wanted to give Robin a sexual experience to beat yesterday's I would
have shot up one of the boys when I felt close.  Not only was Robin's
pleasure important: we would also have an audience to satisfy, some of whom
would want to be the boy fucking next time - tomorrow night, probably.
Show time!

Sammy and Oliver were sitting at the side of Sammy's bed, eyes fixed on us.
The other three were on Derek's bed, Derek in the middle with a cute boy,
recently fucked, on either side.  I wondered what Derek's dad did to them
all, but I would never know.  Certainly Paul seemed happy enough with the
arrangement.

Robin and I were lying naked and fully erect on his bed.  "I'm going to
make this even better than it was in the wood," I said.  He grinned, "That
isn't possible," and he leant over to kiss me.  My mouth opened and we
spent a couple of minutes in heavy smooching.  I hoped Sammy and Oliver
were taking notes.  I broke off and knelt at his arse.  Robin's legs were
over my shoulders straight away, exposing his arse to my gaze.  Before I
got to work with my fingers I spent a few seconds just looking, and
drinking in the sheer perfection of him.  His buttocks had no trace of hair
or blemish, his crack was pink and inviting - a channel leading eyes,
fingers or cocks to where they were most wanted - and his pucker!  'Words
fail me' is a silly expression, particularly when words are about to be
used, but words were poor excuses for the sheer beauty of Robin's arsehole.
It was pinky-brown, moist with anticipation and, as I bent to savour it,
musky with the sort of scent to drive an old paedophile like me insane with
desire.  For the thousandth time I thanked the fairy.  I licked him and my
senses exploded.  He tasted of everything I could have wished for: essence
of boy with a good measure of lusty juices and a tiny trace, but still
detectible and welcome, of what his arse was designed for.  It would have
been good just to lie there, my nose and lips sensing everything he had to
offer, but I had to remember to give him pleasure too.  More tongue then,
lapping up and down his crack, reaching with each downstroke nearer and
nearer to his balls, tightly drawn up against his body.  Each time I got
close he murmured a soft "yess".  Sammy said that Robin's cock was leaking.
I looked and told him that it was pre-cum, and that cocks leaked it to help
lubricate while fucking.  "It's tasty," I said, "you should lick it up."
Sammy dived over and obliged.  "Yummy!" he said.  "OK, turn about then," I
said, "Oliver gets the next go."

Time for fingers.  Robin had been highly stimulated by my fingering of his
arse yesterday, and I wanted to make this even better.  I lubed up and
inserted the first two ("oooh!", more pre-cum, licked up by Oliver who
rolled it round his mouth before agreeing that it was indeed yummy), then
the third.  Robin knew what extra pleasure the third finger would bring and
he was gripping the side of the bed as it hit the button.  In real life his
cry of pleasure would have been heard in Thetford, but here it had to be
muffled and he contented himself with "aaaaaah! fuck, that's good, Peter".
Sammy came to the rescue pre-cum-wise again; so continuous was the flow
from Robin's cock that Sammy remained stationed at the side of the bed, and
was joined on the other side a moment later by Oliver.  We four were now in
the spotlight.

I spent nearly ten minutes with three fingers up inside Robin, edging him
three times.  Sammy and Oliver got through about a pint of pre-cum each.  I
noticed that Sammy, remembering what I had said about the purpose of
pre-cum, instead of swallowing the latest drops, smeared them on his
cock-head ("Wow!"), an action copied by Oliver when the next delivery was
made.  "Don't wank yet, you two," I whispered, "save it for when I tell
you.  OK?"  "Yeah," they both whispered.  I leaned close to Robin's face,
wreathed in sweat, and planted a kiss on his lips.  "Ready?" I asked "Yes,
Peter, I'm ready.  Fuck me with your cock, fuck me so deep, fuck me into
the middle of next week, just fuck me."  I think I was getting a green
light.

I removed my fingers and held them up in front of me.  "Interested, either
of you?" but there were no takers.  I had a bet with myself, the result of
which I would never know, that by the end of the week either Sammy or, more
likely Oliver, would have summoned up the courage to lick the juice off
fingers which had been where mine had been and done what mine had done.  I
lubed my cock and prepared to see how long I could prolong the pleasure
Robin and I would be sharing.  I slid it in slowly.  Robin sighed, "Oh God,
that's so good, I've waited so long for this."  I withdrew slowly, as
before stopping when my cock-head at its widest was precisely in the centre
of his arse lips.  The nerves there when stretched send signals to the
brain unlike any others.  The brain isn't slow to pass those signals on the
lucky boy's cock, which passed juices on for Sammy or Oliver.  By now the
flow was even more copious and both of my assistants had their faces and
tongues only a couple of inches from the hot purple flaring cut end of
Robin's cock.  I paused at maximum stretch.  Yesterday I had lunged in;
today I decided to re-enter my boy slowly.  When I was in I pushed hard and
got another half inch in.  Robin's eyes opened suddenly - he hadn't
expected that.  Slow out, pause, hard in this time, eyes opened even wider,
slow out, pause, slow in - I had a pattern going.  Sammy got into the
action and stroked Robin's balls. Oliver wasn't going to be left out and
his lips enclosed the head of Robin's cock.

Robin was teetering on the edge, panting heavily, his whole body twitching,
"yessssssss! nearly".  I thrust into him fast and hard, out fast, in fast
and hard, faster and faster, deeper and ... I unloaded what felt like a
week's worth of cum as far up his arse as anyone had ever been.  I spasmed
at least five times.  On the second of my spasms Robin came too.  I could
feel his arse muscles clenching my cock buried deep inside him as his balls
rhythmically pumped his precious 13 ½-year-old seed wastefully onto his
smooth belly.  "Now, you two," I said and Sammy and Oliver both stood over
Robin and wanked themselves.  The excitement of what they had been watching
meant that it didn't take more that a dozen wanks for them.  Sammy threw
his head back as his cock deposited his load on Robin, making a white
ribbon across his nipples.  Oliver aimed at Robin's belly and moments later
shot three good spurts.  Robin lowered his legs from my shoulders and put
his arms up to me.  I collapsed onto him, my chest and belly mixing with
the pooled cum of three luscious boys already there.  We kissed deeply.  "I
do love you, Peter, I don't care." he whispered in my ear.  "Yes, I think
you do," I whispered back, "but I'm only the first.  You'll find another to
love soon, I'm sure."  I looked him in the eyes, wet with tears which I
kissed away.  Sammy and Oliver noticed this, but they had the good sense
not to say anything.  Maybe they realised that something special existed
between Robin and me, and maybe that realisation would help them to become
lovers themselves, rather than boys at the outset of adolescence who
happened to like sex with other boys.  Who knows?

The bedclothes on Derek's bed suddenly erupted and Mark and Paul appeared
by Robin's bed.  "Sit up, Peter," hissed Mark.  Each of them bent over
Robin, greedily licking up the mess of cum there.  "Don't forget me," I
said, pointing to the stickiness on me.  Paul switched to cleaning me.  I
pulled him close when he had finished and whispered in his ear "Do you do
this with Derek's dad too?"  He nodded.  "Does he fuck you?"  He shook his
head.  "Do you like what happens?"  He nodded vigorously.  Oh well, I
thought, it doesn't sound as though he's being forced.  Not my business.  I
looked him in the eye and winked.  He gave me a quick peck and ran back to
Derek.  Mark had rendered Robin's belly as clean as it had been 20 minutes
earlier and he too was back in his nest.  Robin was left lying on his back,
his soft cock still chubby, his breath still not back to normal, his eyes
drowsy.  I laid myself down beside him.  "C'mon, let's get into bed," I
murmured, "I can cuddle you properly there."  Seldom, I imagine, had he got
under the bedclothes than he did then.

Derek had his two boys in bed with him - it must have been a helluva
squash.  Sammy and Oliver were in their own beds, but when they saw us
getting into Robin's they exchanged a look.  Oliver walked across the
Sammy, his cock half-erect.  Was there no stopping these kids - Oliver had
cum all over Robin's chest only five minutes ago.  I heard him say quietly
to Sammy, "Have you got a stiffy?"  "Half," replied Sammy.  "Well, let's
get it right up because I'm here to get fucked, and tonight you're the
lucky one."

I was whacked, as was Robin, and I was impressed that these two could still
contemplate more action.  Good luck to them!

I was on my back.  Robin lay half on top of me, his arms round me.  Mine
were round him, caressing his arse cheeks between which I had so mightily
fucked him.  Instead of the red hot sexual animal I'd been plunging myself
into I now had a sleepy satisfied boy in my arms.  I kissed the top of his
head and he snuggled closer into me.  The scent of sex was overpowering,
but now it wasn't arousing.  Instead it was the scent of satisfaction, of
fulfilment, of peace of ... oh, fuck it! - of love.  I surrendered to this
joyful feeling, knowing that by sunrise it would have gone from me, if not
from Robin.  He was going to be bereft.  I hoped Sammy or Oliver would not
be so engaged with each other as a couple that Robin would be the spare
prick at the wedding.  Foolish notions of persuading him to leave with me
in the morning - only four or five hours away - entered my mind, driven
away only by the knowledge that Authority would panic and he'd end up in
deep trouble.  No, a clean break would be the only way.  Painful, yes, but
best.  For the first time I regretted that I had only another 15 days here.
It was now early morning of 16 August.  Was it feasible to arrange to meet
Robin again after he'd returned home from camp on Saturday?  Would his
heart be broken again, or would the joy of getting together again be worth
the repeat pain?  I was in two minds.  My cock said 'yes', my head said
'no'.  It was going to be up to my heart.

Robin was fast asleep.  I could hear Sammy and Oliver murmuring close by.
I detected the words "Not tonight.  I'm too shagged out.  Tomorrow, I
promise.  But stay here tonight." and I smiled.  Another liaison being
formed.  Don't leave Robin out, I voiced inside my head.

*******

A bell rang.  Suddenly I woke and pushed Robin off me.  I looked at my
watch - half past seven.  I was supposed to be out of here hours ago.  I
quickly climbed into my shorts and shirt.  "Robin, I've slept in.  Come
quickly to the showers, now!"  He was immediately alert.  "What will you
do?" he asked.  "Just follow me," I said.

We made our way separately to the shower block where scouts converged from
all directions.  I pushed Robin in, and got the next shower.  The noise of
the water drowned our quiet conversation.  "Give me your phone number and I
promise I'll get in touch with you next week after you're back from camp.
I can't stay here."  His eyes lit up and he said, "Gosh, do you mean it?  I
was really worried it was all over."  "No, it needn't be," I assured him,
"but it'll have to wait until next Monday."  "But that's a whole week!"
"Yes, but that's a bloody sight shorter than a whole lifetime, isn't it,
silly?"

We finished showering and I borrowed Robin's towel to dry myself.  It smelt
of him.  My nose was starting to come down on my heart's side.  We went
back to the tent where Robin wrote down his phone number.  "I won't sleep
until I hear from you," he said.  "Yes, you will.  You'll be shagged out
from all the fucking you'll be doing.  Look at Oliver - he's panting for
it, you heard what he said.  And I can't believe you haven't learned a few
tricks from me in the last 24 hours.  Go for it, Tiger, and tell me all
about it next week."  "I promise," he said.  "So do I."  I gave him a brief
kiss and left before his lower lip gave him away completely.  And, if I'm
to be honest, before mine did the same fucking thing.

I walked to the wood, climbed the tree and collected my backpack.  Changed
into civilian clothes I walked out of the wood to the road and walked to
the station.  By 11 o'clock I was back at Liverpool Street.  In 23 hours I
had a date to meet Jack at Kings Cross.  I vowed there would be no sex
before then.

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<End of Chapter 38>

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