Kenny

He put the clothes away in a drawer and turned to me.
“I still think I’m dreaming, you know.”
“You’re not,” I said. I pulled him to me and we hugged. “I’m just going to catch the late news on TV,” I said, “and then, how about bed? Take off those clothes and come and sit down.”
I went to my own room and removed my shirt, socks and trousers. Wearing only my hold-ups and Kenny’s trunks I settled down on the sofa. Kenny came to me and asked, did I want him to take another shower before we went to bed?
“No,” I said. “ I’d prefer you not to shower tonight, but you can use one or two of those razors you brought home.”

He nodded in understanding. A short while later, wearing only the pants I’d given him with the hole in the front he returned from the bathroom and snuggled against me on the sofa. His cock was hidden inside and I enjoyed the thought of discovering how it would feel now he was smooth. He rested one hand on the front of my pants, and started to massage me.
“Not now,” I murmured. “Later.”
He nodded again. “I haven’t seen a TV since I left home,” he said. “Only read a newspaper occasionally.”
We sat in a warm silence, watching the TV. His hand remained on my cock, but he didn’t move it again. My arm was over his shoulder and down his back, my hand cupping one cheek of his round ass as he half sat, half lay across me. He stayed silent, respecting my wish to see the news. When it had finished, his free hand went to the back of my neck and stroked me there softly.
“I don’t know how to think of you,” he confessed. I waited, guessing he would enlarge upon this comment when he’d got his thoughts together.
“I mean, I can’t think of you as a father figure, because of……” he tailed off, and then “…and I can’t think of you as an older brother either. It doesn’t seem to fit, somehow. A friend, yes, but that doesn’t seem enough.”
“Well,” I suggested, “try a very, very close and dear friend. See how you get on with that.”
Kenny nodded, but he didn’t seem completely satisfied with the idea. It was up to him to work it out in his own good time.
“It’s ten-thirty,” I pointed out. I stood up and held out my hand. He took it, and I led the way to my bedroom door. I paused before opening it.
“If you decide you’d rather not sleep in here after all,” I said, “I will understand.”

I let him open the door and go in. He surveyed the room silently for a few moments and then went to the bed, leant down and pressed his nose to it.
“As it happens,” he said, moving around and sniffing at various areas of the sheets, “I do like that smell.” He straightened up and looked at me. “Do you often pee in the bed?”
“Quite often,” I said. “There’s a plastic sheet underneath to protect the mattress. The sheets are usually dry again by the time I go to bed at night.”
Kenny nodded. “And if I need to pee in the night?” he asked.
“Wake me,” I said gently. I gestured to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.” I switched on the bedside lamp on his side of the bed, and then my own.
Kenny smiled and climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over himself and then flicking half of them away again for me. I decided to remove the holdups, then slid into bed beside Kenny.
He gestured to the stockings on the floor. “You don’t want them on?” he murmured.
“Not tonight,” I answered. I wanted to feel Kenny against me, against my skin and my body.

He smiled again and moved sideways in the bed, snuggling against me and lying half on his side. His arm went across my chest and stroked my side, and he slid one leg over mine, forcing my feet apart slightly with his own so that he could rest his leg between my own. His hand was cool and his fingers delicate as they stroked my side. His thigh was warm as it lay across mine and I was glad I’d taken the holdups off.
I wriggled my arm under him and curled it round him, pulling him tighter against me, stroking his back, tracing his spine gently and then curving my hand round on his pants, savouring the feel of his warm, round tight cheeks. I felt him pressing against me as he enjoyed the caress of my hand. His own hand moved from my side to my stomach and he stroked that now, gently rubbing and teasing my skin with his fingertips.
To feel his young, lithe body tight against me, to know that he was enjoying the sensations as much as I was, to know, also, that we had the whole night to enjoy each other, to explore, to discover, to taste, to tantalise and tease, and finally to bring each other to the heights of passion and sublime ecstasy, gave me a feeling such as I had never experienced before. Our previous sex had been urgent, animal sex, but I knew that now it was going to be slower, softer, and that we could take our time enjoying each other. It seemed that time was standing still, and our closeness and shared heat, our shared sensations and feelings would go on forever.

Slowly, he let his hand rub me lower and lower, until he was massaging my stomach and cock, trailing his fingers across the material of those trunks, allowing a fingertip to briefly probe inside the open fly and touch my cock, and then quickly moving on to circle round my hips, down to my thigh, round and gently back up between my legs, again brushing my cock again as his hand constantly stroked and caressed me, bringing an incredible, warm tingle to my skin wherever he touched it.
“Must you work tomorrow?” he whispered. “Do you have to get up early?”
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I said softly. “I don’t work at the weekends.”
Kenny nodded once and hugged me tighter.
“Good. Shall we stay here all day, do you think?”
I didn’t answer, but I had plans for that Saturday which he would discover later.

We spent a long time exploring each other, holding each other, both of us relishing the feel and the heat of our bodies close together. Under the gentle and soft ministrations of his hand and fingers my cock was slowly beginning to harden, little by little. And Kenny’s rod too, was taking on the firmness and size that I knew it could become. The bed covers were gradually disappearing onto the floor as we moved about, caressing, kissing, stroking each other, both of us striving to give, and to receive, the most pleasure we could from each other. Kenny twisted slightly and started to plant kisses down my chest, my ribs, lower, to my stomach. His hand was grasping my cock through the pants I had on, and his tongue licked and teased at me as he reached the elastic waistband of them.
“Lie still,” he whispered.

Slowly he peeled the waistband down, his lips and tongue following, always kissing, teasing, his tongue leaving small wet trails across my stomach as he moved. And then my cock was free of the pants as he slid them down my legs and off me completely, and he nuzzled at the base of my rod, using his hand to press the length of my cock against his cheek. He stayed like that for a short while, half wanking me against his cheek as his hand stroked the back of my cock and pressed it against his face. Then he moved, and began to kiss and lick at the length of my shaft, starting at the base and moving slowly, so slowly, higher and higher towards my helmet. His tongue circled round, licking and tasting every inch of me as his fingers crept lower to cup my balls and fondle them gently. My cock was now fully hard, but I didn’t want to bring everything to an end yet. His lips finally closed over the end of my cock and I felt him sucking at me as he took me deeper into his mouth. I enjoyed the sensations for a few moments and then whispered for him to stop.

It was his turn to receive some of my own attention. I gently rolled him away from me until he was lying face down on the bed, his smooth, handsome face lying to one side. My hand stroked down his back again and reached the firm roundness of his ass. I wanted to explore him there, something I hadn’t yet done and was looking forward to. Also, I still hadn’t appreciated his efforts at shaving himself smooth, but I was saving that revelation until last. I kissed the back of his neck, and copied his own soft ministrations as I licked and kissed a trail of my own, following his supple back and the line of his spine, lower and lower towards his ass. I reached the waistband of my own pants that he was still wearing, staying outside them but now enjoying the sensation of feeling his firm cheeks against my lips as I kissed and nuzzled at them through the fabric. I could smell the fragrance of his heat, and my own smell imprinted into the material as I moved lower still, my tongue now following the crease of his ass and pushing the soft cotton fabric into it. The mixed aromas of pee, cum and faint skid marks were intoxicating as I inhaled them and let my tongue savour the taste of them all as I continued to lick at his crease. I could hear him making little moans of pleasure as he lay with his eyes closed, and he began to lift himself off the bed slightly as he pushed against my tongue. Gently I began to pull the waistband down, revealing more of his round cheeks and the top of his crease. My tongue went there and I licked at him. I pulled the pants lower still and he carefully moved upwards, to kneel in front of me, the pants now halfway down those gorgeous, rounded orbs. My tongue followed the line of his crease as I licked and slurped at him, making sure he was as wet there as I could make him. He pushed back at me, still with those faint little moans in his throat. And then my tongue had reached his rosebud and I used my hands to gently separate his cheeks as I licked and probed and rimmed him with my tongue. He began to wriggle and push even harder against my tongue as it entered him.
“Oh, yes!” he murmured. “Oh yes! Don’t stop! I love it!”

But, very reluctantly, I did stop. Gently I pushed his hips flat on the bed and then rolled him over again to lie on his back. I went immediately to his cock which was bulging inside the front of his pants. Now I pulled the front of the waistband down too, slowly, slowly, and suddenly there was that magnificent huge, hard shaft in front of my face. I gazed in pleasure at the sight of its length, now completely visible as the hair had gone. His stomach was now completely smooth and my tongue found its way straight to that soft smooth, hot skin as I licked at his mound and the base of his cock. It was everything I could have hoped for; so smooth and soft without the hair that it was a joy to feel against my lips and tongue. I pulled his pants down his legs and he kicked free of them. I moved a little lower in the bed so that I could reach his balls and my breath caught in my throat as I saw how beautifully smooth and round his sac was now. Gently I licked his balls, again and again, holding his massive hot shaft in my hand as I did so.
“Desi! Desi!” I heard him whispering. “Turn round! I want to suck you!”

He lay still as I swivelled round and straddled him, my face now poised over that beautifully smooth shaven cock and balls, and my own ass and balls poised somewhere over his waiting lips.
I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me lower to him and positioned me as he wanted me. And then his tongue was on my balls, licking them and then moving to lick at that superbly erotic area between them and my ass. I felt my rosebud opening in the expectation of his tongue, but he didn’t hurry. He continued to lick at my balls and let his tongue travel towards my ass, then stopping short and returning to my balls.

I lowered my own face to that hot shaft and took it between my lips, sliding it into my mouth slowly, letting my tongue tease at it as it slid further into me. My hand cupped those wonderfully smooth balls and I let my fingers continue beyond them even as his tongue was licking me in the same place. My fingers reached his cheeks and I separated them enough to probe at his rosebud with them. And then his hand was on my own cock, stroking at it as he continued to lick his way towards my ass. I began to suck at him more strongly, and I felt his cock strain in my mouth. The pleasure I was feeling from his tongue was growing stronger. He was licking my crease, just where it began, close to my rosebud, and I couldn’t help but move slightly so that his tongue was suddenly right there, right where I wanted to feel it, probing, licking and wetting at my rosebud. As he had done, I pushed against his tongue and felt it open my ass as he pushed it into me. I knew I was going to cum soon, and I thought Kenny was close too, as his cock was trembling in my mouth. Gently I inserted one finger into his ass and felt him push against it as I rotated it and slightly withdrew it again. The pleasure of fucking him with my finger and feeling the muscles of his ass squeezing against it almost made me ignore what Kenny was doing to me. But suddenly he had moved and was taking my cock into his mouth, sucking at me and holding me with one hand at the same time.
And I knew then what would give me the most incredible pleasure and what I wanted more than anything. I released his cock from my mouth and turned my head slightly to whisper to him.
“Kenny, I want to fuck you!”

He let me go immediately and we both moved quickly to change positions so that he was once again kneeling in front of me. He gave my cock one last stroke with his hand before he turned and spread his knees apart.
Slowly I approached his gorgeous round ass. I wanted to plunge so deeply and so hard into him, but I made myself act slowly, first rubbing the tip and then the length of my cock against his cheeks, then in his crease, beautifully wet from my tongue, and then I couldn’t wait any more and I probed at his rosebud with the tip of my cock. I felt Kenny pushing outward with his muscles to allow me entry and then my cock was sliding into that hot, smooth, wet, tight hole. I gasped at the pleasure of it. His muscles gripped me as I slid further into him, more and more until I was in him to the hilt. I could feel my balls just touching him as I paused there for a moment, savouring the exquisite pleasure of being deep inside this lovely young boy and knowing that within a few moments I would be filling him with my cum. I wanted to stay there and experience this pleasure for as long as I possibly could but Kenny was pushing against me and then moving forward a little, signalling that he wanted to feel me moving in him and fucking him. Slowly I moved my hips back a little, sliding back inside that tight tunnel until I was almost outside him, but then reversing the movement and sliding deep into him again. The feel of his ass enclosing my cock and squeezing it as I moved slowly back and forth was indescribable. Each time I slid into him he let out a small gasp and I could hear him whispering ‘yes!’, ‘yes!’. My cock was so hard and straining into him so much it was almost painful, but the sheer heaven of the sensation was much more, heightened even further by the knowledge that each stroke could be the last, and each one might be the one to produce that well-spring of ecstasy that would fountain upwards and complete this utterly magical, physical pleasure.

And then Kenny pushed back against me one more time and I felt it. Starting deep in my balls and travelling so rapidly up into the base of my cock that I just had time to thrust once more, hard into him with my balls banging against him as I erupted and felt the first huge spurt of cum gushing from me to splash into him. The feeling was so intense I let out a loud groan at the first spasm. It was followed by another and another, my cock feeling the heat of my own cream as it lubricated my shaft and I moved again, thrusting wetly into him and still pouring great spurts of cum into his ass and filling him to the brim with my cream.
Kenny was groaning in pleasure and wriggling slightly as he felt his ass fill with my hot spunk. He kept repeating my name as I shot into him. And then I felt those wonderful, ecstatic spurts subsiding. My cock was soaked with my own cum and I stayed there, still inside him for a few moments as my cock began to lose its hardness and subside too. Finally, slowly and reluctantly I allowed my cock to slide out of him and just knelt there, gasping for breath and shuddering from the effects of my monumental climax.

I felt Kenny moving beneath me. He was rolling onto his back and sliding down the bed until he could take my cock in his mouth again, licking at it and sucking the wetness from it, collecting the cum from it and using his soft lips to envelope it for a few moments. But I was still so sensitive I had to stop him and he waited as my heaving breaths calmed down and I rolled aside and sank onto the bed. I sensed that he was holding his cock and wanking himself gently, his shaft still large and erect as he waited for me to recover.
I couldn’t find the breath to speak yet, and I just let my hand rest on his thigh. He let me lie there for a while, and then I felt his hand take mine and enclose it round his shaft.