Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2017 09:30:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com> Subject: Fourteen again - Chapter 5 Fourteen again by badboi666 =============================================================================== 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 (you may wish to do this more than once) 2 Wipe carefully 3 Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. =============================================================================== Chapter 5 I'm fisting Barry and he's just suddenly cum. His hands were tied - they still are - and no-one was touching his cock. He just came as I was stroking his prostate.. I withdrew my fist as I knew there was a chance his arse muscle would tighten pretty soon after his orgasm. He was panting. "I've never cum like that before without rubbing my cock - it was fantastic! And I've never cum such a lot before either - it's all gooey under me. Untie me and let's look." The whole master/slave thing had been tacitly forgotten in the boy's excitement, and I wasn't going to remind him - not yet, anyway. I was as keen to see his cum as he was. I untied him and he rolled over onto his front. There was a pool of cum left where his cock has squirted it, and I scooped it up. Whatever was going to happen to it, it mustn't go to waste. The cummy mess on his belly was easy to deal with - without a moment's hesitation I was down there licking it all up. Barry was mesmerised. "You like swallowing it?" "You bet, Barry. Have you never tasted it?" The boy shook his head. "Not even your own? Well, slave (it was time to play again, now that I had something to force him to do), you're about to taste cum for the first time: yours and mine." I smeared his cum that had been on the towel onto my cock - you know already that I like to wank using fresh boy-cum as lube - and pushed my cock in his face. "Lick it, slave." Gingerly he put out his tongue and swiped the head of my cock. The foreskin was retracted and my red knob end was sticky with my precum as well as his juices. He licked again, thought about it, and quickly took the whole of my cock into his hot 13-year-old mouth. When he had had 10 seconds of this I took my cock out and started to wank right in front of his face. "I'm going to punish you, slave, for being a dirty little boy. However I don't want you to suffer so my punishment will be something you will treasure and will never tire of." Barry, like you, I imagine, could guess what was in store. "Oh, yes," he panted, "shoot your master's cum in the slave's hungry mouth. I want to feel your spunk jetting into my dirty wicked mouth, and to roll your precious master's juice over my unworthy tongue." I like it when boys talk dirty, I thought, and, knowing that it was only a few seconds from release, I told him to open wide. Placing my throbbing cock on his lower lip (pink and pouty and very kissable) I went at it hard. Seconds later I cried out and the first rope of cum flew out into his mouth ... and the second ... and the third. "Close your lips, slave, and feel the glory of my sacred offering to you," I gasped. "when you have tasted it fully you may swallow, taking into your unworthy body my masterful energy." I rather enjoyed all this high-flown talk. Barry was in seventh heaven (so was I) as he savoured the taste, finally swallowing and opening his eyes with a look of sated lust. "Fuck, that was good, Peter. We must do this again." I told him that I would be around for the next few weeks and that I would get in touch. He gave me his phone number, telling me that his mum worked Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and that he was on his own all day then. I promised I would see him again. "Will you tie me up again and do more slavey stuff with me? You can be stricter than you were today. I'm glad you went gently, but I like it rough as well." (Interesting, I thought, I wonder what he means.) "You can pretend to rape me." (So now I knew. Well, I'd happily pretend to rape him, but there would be a fair amount of role-play before and I had an evil idea of what I might do once I got my cock up his arse. Still, all that was for another time.) Before I left I took his beautiful soft cock and balls in my mouth and washed them with my tongue. "Bye, Barry," I said, "I'll be in touch." and I was gone. He was still naked and still pretty much high with delight. I went back to Kings Cross. On my way I bought a sandwich and a large bottle of Tizer. (I haven't seen Tizer for years, so they probably don't make it any more. Aged 70 I would have found it disgusting - it was sweet, fizzy and bright orange - but in 1957 it was just the thing.) It was 2.30 when I went back down into the Gents on Platform 10 and opened the door of the hairdressers. All 6 chairs were occupied, and there were 4 men waiting. I joined them. It seemed pretty likely that one at least of the barbers would be gay and that any gay man might quite likely have a taste for younger flesh. As each customer left I carefully made eye contact with the barber who was brushing him down and taking his money. The first two barbers looked straight through me - no joy there - but the third looked at me long enough for me to smile and put my tongue between my lips. He smiled back. Good, I thought. Although I was here to have sex with 14-year-olds I wasn't above being on the other end of man/boy sex if it was offered, and I was about to see whether I could obtain that offer. While all this had been going on a few more men had joined the queue, so when it was my turn I said that I was in no hurry and the next guy could go in my place. I caught the eye of "my" barber in the mirror and he winked. We both knew when I was going to take my turn. At last my barber finished his customer and beckoned me to the chair. He asked me how I wanted it. "All over," I said, "but take your time." I saw him smiling in the mirror and he was clearly thinking that I was a cheeky bugger. He began to cut my hair. Under the covering cape (which came well below my knees) I carefully and very slowly pulled my shorts down. Having this all planned before I wasn't wearing any underpants, so my cock was free. While he was cutting the left side of my head I took hold of my cock - stiff now - and began to stroke it very slowly. After a few moments he noticed and smiled. When he came round to the right side he stood very close to me, pressing his legs against mine. I pressed back and I was fairly sure I could detect a lurch in his trousers. Quite soon he finished cutting. Standing directly behind me, and making eye contact in the mirror, he asked "What would you like on it?" "Lips," I mouthed, and pulled my shorts up again before the cape was whisked away. The ball was now in his court. I had offered and he would have to decide whether to accept. It didn't take him long. As we went to the till to pay he scribbled something on the back of the till receipt. "Here you are, son, be good now!" he said, and I was off. But I went only as far as the end cubicle, using the first of my store of pennies to get inside. It was dark, but there was enough light for me to be able to read the graffiti and his note. It said I get a break at 3.30. There's a quiet place I know. Be at the top of the steps to the Gents then. I had 25 minutes to wait. No point in having a wank in this nice dark sordid place, but reading the graffiti might give me some ideas. I wondered whether it might be fun to get Jack and Barry together. Not too soon though, as I wanted to take things a bit further with both of them first (a lot further in Barry's case). But once I had explored where their limits were a threesome had distinct possibilities, especially as Barry could offer us a safe place for our exploits. I resolved to arrange something with Barry in a few days time - let him fantasise about what we might get up to for a few days, that way he'd be desperate for it! It was nearly 3.30. I needed a piss, but something told me to hold on. I went back up out of the Gents and stood waiting. A couple of minutes later my barber came up the steps and smiled. "Come on," he said, "we've only got 20 minutes. It's not far though." I walked half a pace behind him as I wasn't certain that we should seem to be together. He took me out of the station, across the street and through a small door. It opened into a short corridor with doors on either side. He took out a key and opened one of them. Inside were a sofa, a couple of chairs, a kettle and tea-making things. "This is where we have our break," he explained, "no-one'll come in 'cos no-one else is on break. How old are you?" Seventy, I thought, but that wasn't the answer which would have pleased him. "Fourteen," I said, "but I'm not a beginner." "I didn't think you were, what with getting your cock out under the cape and mouthing about wanting lips round. Go on then, get it out properly - let's see what you got." Happy to oblige I shucked off my shorts and was out of my t-shirt in a flash. My cock was still soft, still resting after its earlier excitements with Barry. "Whew! that's a nice one," he said. I expect you say that to all the boys, I thought, hoping he would cut the cackle and get his lips doing more pleasurable things. "Can you cum?" "Yeah, have done for a year and more," I told him. "Are you gonna make me cum here, mister?" (Some guys like it when they think they're getting a bit of rough, so I thought it might be worth as try with him.) "I need a piss though - is there a bog in 'ere?" "Don't worry about that, son, we'll see what's needed at the time." (Interesting! Glad I hadn't pissed before.) He got down on his knees, still fully dressed, and set to sucking my cock. While it was nice (when is it not nice to have someone else's mouth round your cock?) it wasn't nearly as good as it had been with either of the boys. He was fumbling with his trousers and got his own cock out. I made to touch it, thinking it was what he wanted, but he brushed my hand away and started to wank himself. After two or three minutes he stopped sucking and told me what he wanted. "You cum in my mouth, OK, kid? Soon as you do I'm gonna pull off and wank hard until I cum on your belly. Then I'm gonna lick up my cum and when it's in my mouth I'm gonna suck your cock again. Then, if you still need a piss ..." He left the rest to my imagination. While his cock-sucking hadn't been all that good the final stage would be worth it all right. He resumed his sucking and continued to wank himself. I started to get near and my body started its usual writhing, more so as my bladder was excited by all the other going-on in that part of my body. "I'm nearly there," I gasped. He sucked me in deeper. I was over the edge and a shot of cum spurted into his mouth. After my morning with Barry there wasn't much after the first volley, but that seemed to be enough for the man. who swallowed enthusiastically. He stood up in front of me, wanking furiously and gasped as he came all over my belly. The volume was spectacular and I hadn't seen anyone cum that much for a long time. He leant over me panting for a moment, then bent to lick up the slimy stuff on my belly, much of it running down over my softening cock (a feeling I found more exciting that my orgasm had been). He knelt again and opened his mouth for my cock, now fully soft. Here we go, I thought, as his lips closed. He made a muffled sound and nodded his head, which I took as a sign to let go. He swallowed vigorously, and did so several times as I emptied myself. Not a drop was spilt. "Thanks, kid. Get dressed now and off you go. See you again, I hope." It was nearly 4 o'clock. It had been a busy day so far, and I was still no nearer having somewhere to sleep tonight. Then I remembered where I was, and reading of things which had happened there 50 and more years ago where I was right now. =============================================================================== <End of Chapter 5> Thanks to the guys who've already been on with ideas - keep them coming. If you have things you would like to read about while I do them, email me at badboi666 "at" btinternet "dot" com and let me know. Tell me your most depraved fantasies: I'm 70, after all, and won't be shocked. Even if I am only 14 to look at ... or touch ... or suck ... or fuck ... or piss on.