Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 17:48:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com> Subject: Fourteen again - Chapter 6 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 6 Maybe about 20 years ago, long before all this Operation Yewtree stuff, I remember reading about a group of paedophiles operating at some London railway stations, "homing in" as the Press put it, on homeless boys hanging around them late at night. I remember about a man called "The Bishop" who posed as a clergyman - a dog collar makes you instantly respectable, or did in those days. In 1957 The Bishop might well have there, doing some homing in. I wanted to find out, and was keenly interested in being homed. There wouldn't be much likelihood of action there before about 10 tonight, so I found a quiet place to sit and wait. Wimpy Bars were just appearing and to a 14-year-old they were an ideal source of cheap tasty food. I was able to spin out two cheeseburgers for a good long time. At 10 I went back to Kings Cross with my backpack. I looked like a traveller, particularly an unaccompanied child at that time of night. I wandered about of the station concourse allowing myself to be noticed, and for anyone who did to be sure that I was alone, and not looking for a train. After about 20 minutes I was beginning to think I was wasting my time, and that pretty soon I actually would be homeless. I sat down in a corner - the last attempt to be noticed. It was a toss-up whether the cops threw me out or a pervert homed on. I waited. At about quarter to eleven I was approached. He wasn't a policeman. Good, I thought, we may be in for some action. "Hello, son, are you OK?" I mumbled that I was frightened - always a clever ruse to appear vulnerable. "Come on, son, you look like you could use something warm to drink. We've got some nice soup in our little office." I followed him, appearing reluctant, and we went out of the station into another little door, not very far from the one behind which I had had the undivided attention of the barber. Another sofa, another small kitchen and, I hoped, another bout of interesting sex. But first there was a ritual to be undergone. He knew the lines he had to speak; so did I, but of course he didn't know that. Once I had a mug of soup I decided to be more forthcoming. "Gosh, mister, that's good. I aint et since I run away. You won't send me back, will you? My 'orrible stepdad beats me and I snapped this mornin' and told 'im to fuck 'isself. 'E threatened to kill me if I come back." I hoped I hadn't been too dramatic. "You poor boy, don't worry, you're safe with us. We're here to look after boys just like you. My friends keep an eye out for lonely boys who've run away from home, and we offer them food and shelter and care. When you've had your soup we'll go to the shelter and meet the other boys." Cut to the chase, I feel you urging, and cut to the chase I will. We went to the shelter and I found it a terraced house in North London, about 15 minutes by car from Kings Cross. There were three men there, and they and my homing-in friend were all in their 40s. I was the fourth boy. The others were all skinny, like me. Two were younger than me, probably 9 and 12, and the other, a big shambling boy, was quite a bit older, maybe 16 or so. It was clear to me that the four men had different needs that boys of different ages were required to satisfy. Were we going to pair off, or was an orgy planned? I would soon find out, I hoped. My finder, who announced himself as Mr B, introduced the others as Mr A, Mr C and Mr D. The boys were Adam (16), Chris (11) and David (9). I was introduced as Brian, which rather surprised me, but what the hell? Anonymity was clearly part of the game. It was pretty obvious that Adam and Mr A were paired off, so my homer has been looking for a boy my age. "Well, boys, you've had your soup, and you'll be well cared for tonight. Brian is new to us, so he won't know the arrangements here. Brian, the other boys have been here for a few days - indeed Adam has been here for some weeks. Chris and David are brothers. Come on, then, you three. Show Brian the ropes!" I was right in my guess that we were to be paired off. Adam, Chris and David stripped off their trousers and underpants, keeping on their long-sleeved shirts, and went to their appropriate men. Mr B held out his arms, making it pretty clear what was expected of me. I had a decision to make: would I yield straightaway, indicating I knew what I was in sore for, and that I was up for it; or would I pretend shock and reluctance, only to allow Mr B to seduce (or rape) me? Difficult choice. Rape would be more fun, as I would actually be in control of the speed at which I gave in. On the other hand the chance of an orgy would be surely increased if everyone else was sure that I was as enthusiastic as they seemed to be. I decided to allow myself to be raped by some other man another day. Seeing the other boys stripped (well, nearly) I removed my clothes. You'll remember I wasn't wearing any underpants, so when my shorts came off there was little Brian in all his glory. "Mmm, lovely," murmured Mr B, (let me get a good look at you, Brian." He was as good as his word, making me stand between his legs while he sat and took in every inch of my naked (willing) body. He turned me round and made me bend over. His hands caressed my bum cheeks. I wondered if he could tell that others had done the same not long before. Who cares? I thought, what he's after is what his cock will do to me, and cocks don't have eyes. I decided to behave in a sexy manner - if this guy came quickly the chances of an orgy later might be greater. I turned round again and looked him straight in the eyes. I opened my lips slightly and licked them slowly. While doing so I leant forward and used both hands to feel Mr B's cock. "Yes, boy," he muttered, "get it out. You've done this before, haven't you!" It was not a question. I did as I was asked. It was big and half hard. "C'mon, mister, get it out properly, can't you? I can't see it properly and I really really want to." I urged him to stand and remove his trousers. I noticed that Mr C and Mr D were already stripping off, leaving only Mr A still clothed. Chris and David seemed quite happy with what they were doing, but Adam seemed reluctant. I don't think Adam was very bright, as he had made no eye contact with anyone - man or boy - since Mr B had brought me to the room. Chris and David soon knelt in front of their men and began to suck their cocks. The men were standing side by side and stroked their boy's hair. There was much slurping and moaning. "Like what you see now, Brian" "You bet, but I hope I'll get a big juicy reward for sucking you, Mr B. I like sucking big cocks like yours, but I like it best when they shoot up inside my bum. Will you do that if I suck you nicely?" From the look in Mr B's eyes I felt we had a deal. I set to. He was uncut so I used my fingers to peel back his foreskin (thank God it was clean - I hate smeggy cocks) and revealed a large purple knob, slippery with precum. I applied my lips (no tongue yet - I was keeping that back) to scoop up the moisture and slowly took more of the shaft into my mouth. I had about half of it in - about 4 inches - when he tried to ram the rest in. I gagged, and took my mouth off his cock. "Mr B, I'm very happy to use my lips and tongue, and my arsehole, to please your cock, but if you do that again I shall use my teeth. I mean it." And I glared at him. He could easily have hit me and done me harm, but I thought it more likely that his desire for my mouth and arse outweighed his annoyance at my cheekiness. We both glared at each other, then finally he smiled. "OK, boy, you win. Now get down there and get on with it." I sucked him for about 10 minutes, using my tongue on his cockhead when he wasn't expecting it. My jaw was really aching and I wondered how much longer this was going to last - I wasn't enjoying it as much as Mr B was from the sound of it. Then he stopped me and told me to bend over the sofa. He got some lube and smeared it in the right places, then started to fuck me. It wasn't rape, in the sense that I was expecting it and actually looking forward to it, but was still pretty violent. I had had plenty of cocks up my arse, but not often with as much violence and as little preparation (or care). All 8 inches went in in one fell swoop and a great "oww" escaped from me. Out came his cock, almost all the way, then in again, just as violently. I couldn't believe he was enjoying the sensation of penetrating young flesh - I knew how much I liked it, and how much pleasure the repeated slow insertion of my cock into a boy's dark hot moist arse gave me. Mr B's thing was clearly about possession, not subtlety. Oh well, I thought, he can't possibly keep this ramming up for long. I decided to help him along by clenching my sphincter as we thrust in. No sooner said than cum! He plunged in even deeper, roaring loudly enough to inform the whole of fucking London that he was, as he put it "cuuuuuuuuming!" Spent for the moment he withdrew and flopped his cummy cock across my face. Since I have documented my day very thoroughly you will know that at no time have I had a shit, and cum wasn't the only bodily fluid on my cock (although luckily there wasn't much of the brown goo). But on my face and on his cock is a mixture, let's say 80% cum and 20% arse-juice and shit. "Don't wipe anything, Brian," he ordered, "just leave everything nice and wet." I hadn't noticed, what with the attention I had been getting from Mr B's cock, that Chris and David (and Mr C and Mr D) were no longer in the room. Mr A and Adam were still there, Adam naked with his cock up Mr A's arse, himself still clothed apart from his pale trousers round his ankles, kneeling while Adam serviced him. Mr B took hold of me and positioned me standing with my legs apart over Mr A's back, facing the rutting Adam. "Adam loves to clean dirty boys," said Mr B, "go on, feed him my cum from your face." Whether Adam was keen on arse-juice wasn't clear, but the cum was certainly lapped up, and since my face was given a thorough going-over he must have enjoyed the rest of what was smeared on it. "Now my cock, Adam," said Mr B, "you know you love it." This was evidently true, and as he continued to pound Mr A Adam managed to render Mr B's cock as clean as it had been 20 minutes earlier. The vitamins and protein clearly invigorated Adam as he plunged in for the last time and unleashed a torrent of 16-year-old spunk deep into Mr A. "Keep it in, Adam," groaned Mr A, "you know what to do now. Adam kept it in, and I fancied that Mr A's bag was the same as my barber's, except at the other end. Sure enough Adam said that it was starting now, and Mr A said yesyesyesyes as his rectum was filled with the boy's hot piss. I turned to Mr B, "can we do that?" "Not with me, but Mr A will take piss from all boys - wait until Adam's finished and you can go after if you have any." I had and was keen to get rid of it. I waited for Adam, whose bladder must have been both very large and very full. After about a minute of constant pissing he muttered that he was done. Mr B told Mr A that young Brian here was keen to be of service as Adam had been. Mr A's bag was clearly not sex with 16-year-olds but sex with any boy who would play piss games. I stood behind the kneeling Mr A, his arse still red from the pummelling it had had from Adam. His hole was wet and my cock, half-hard only, went in easily. I began to empty my bladder and as I did so the door opened and Chris and David came back. "You timed it well," said Mr B to Mr C and Mr D, "he's getting a fill from Brian." Without being told Chris and David stood in front of Mr A, who opened his mouth. The boys put both their cocks into his mouth - it was a tight squeeze - and started to piss. Mr A, his arse already full of Adam's piss and rapidly being stretched by my bladderful, was now being filled at the other end by two brothers - pretty little things, my brain registered, and Chris certainly worth my attentions if I got him alone (could he shoot yet, I wondered, only one way to find out). Mr A was in seventh heaven given that the yesyesyesyes was now a great deal louder with three boys at him. Ecstasy can't last for ever, and soon all three of us were empty. Mr A, however, was anything but. He stood up quickly and fastened his trousers. Then, with a beatific smile on his face he relaxed. His pale trousers were no longer pale as a huge dark wet area appeared at his crutch and swilled down both legs. Adam watched this, fascinated, and went forward to open Mr A's fly. Reaching in he pulled Mr A's cock out, still wet with Adam's and my piss, "NOW," yelled Mr A and Adam's mouth opened to engulf Mr A's sopping wet cock just as a huge torrent of spunk flew out. I had never seen anyone cum with a softish cock without being touched. Mr A's appetite for being fucked and pissed up (and in) was clearly trigger enough for his balls to do their thing in response. Now Adam had cum, and was full of spunk while I hadn't cum. I had no idea about Chris and David, and I wondered what they had been up to with Mr C and Mr D. "OK, boys," said Mr B. Go to bed now. Have fun if you want." =============================================================================== <End of Chapter 6> 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.