Kenny

Kenny shook his head. “Never. But there’s something about it which is a real turn-on. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it, but I like it.”
“You look terrific in those,” I told him. “Keep them on.”
Kenny held up a short satin dress which was a slinky silvery colour and which he’d already tried on. “This is nice,” he said. “It’s a pity it wouldn’t fit you. I reckon you’d look good in this.”
“I already have one,” I said. “My size.”
Kenny’s eyes lit up. “Desi, can I ask you to wear it tonight? I’d really like it if you would.”
“Of course,” I said. I pointed to a pack of hold-ups. “Put them on for me with that white skirt you have on. I’d like you like that. Right now I’m going to see about dinner.”
I left him to dress as I’d asked and started to prepare the food. Kenny presented himself a few minutes later, and seeing him in that sexy white pants and skirt outfit with black hold-ups to the tops of his thighs, I knew dinner would have to wait.
“Come here,” I murmured. I pulled him in front of me, but with his back to me. We were both standing, and I reached down to rub my hands over the front of the white skirt, lifting it to feel the soft cotton of the pants underneath and his warm cock inside them. Kenny leaned back against me as I worked on him gently, his cock hardening again in that thrilling way and making a bulge inside the pants. I reached down and slid my hand into the waistband and held his cock, beginning to stroke him again and wank him. My other arm was round his smooth chest and I just held him that way, gently pinned against me as I continued to toss him off. It wasn’t long before I felt the telltale tremor in his hot, hard rod that signalled his impending climax. He gasped and pressed his head back against my chest as I brought him off, his hot cum again shooting over my hand and himself as he spurted into the clean white pants. His spasms subsided and I carefully wiped the cum over him and onto the material before withdrawing my hand.

“Not fair!” Kenny murmured, still leaning against me as he got his breath back. “I want to touch you too.”
“Yes, I do too,” I agreed, “but let me put the dinner on first. I just wanted to fill your pants with cum because they’re far too new and clean as they were.” I released him and he stepped away. “And it would be nice if you wet into them before we go to bed,” I added.
“Of course I will,” Kenny said.
Having put the dinner in the oven while Kenny sat and watched me, idly smoking a cigarette, I took his hand and led him to my room. We hugged for a while, and then I produced several thick towels from the cupboard and lay them on the bed.
Kenny nodded in understanding.
I gently lay him on his back on the bed. I opened his legs slightly and left him for a moment as I undressed down to my silk pants. Then I lay down myself, my head between his legs and a few inches away from his crotch, smelling his body fragrance and sensing the heat coming from him. Gently I touched the bulge of his soft cock inside his pants and kissed his thighs where the holdups ended and his warm flesh began.
“Okay,” I murmured. “Pee whenever you like.”
I left my hand resting against his cock and felt the warmth begin as he let himself go. The wetness spread across the soft cotton and across my hand, deliciously warm. I moved my hand away and put my mouth against the fabric instead, My lips poised over the bulge of his cock, tasting the cum and the flow of his piss on the fabric, warm and slightly salty. I pulled the waistband down and took hold of his cock. His pee spurted over my chest and neck and I licked at the tip of his cock. I opened my lips and took an inch or two of his cock inside my mouth until it was full of his pee, then released his cock, placed it back inside his pants and opened my mouth to let his pee run out and cover the front of them. Gradually I saw the flow die away until he had finished.
“Nice,” I commented. “Now I want you to toss me off, little Kenny. Just that, nothing more.”

Kenny rolled aside and I lay back on the bed, my legs open as his had been. His hand came to me and massaged me for a few moments before sliding into the waist of the silk and grasping my cock. As he began to stroke me it stiffened under his warm touch, until it was soon at full strength and I closed my eyes and relished the feel of Kenny’s slender fingers grasping me and sliding up and down its length.
“Faster!” I murmured, and Kenny complied, now wanking me very fast as my cock bulged in his hand. I felt the start and lifted myself slightly off the bed as the first spurt of cum jetted out from my cock and splashed into the soft silk. Kenny kept on stroking me as fast as before and I felt the strength of the spurts of hot cream as my pants and my belly became covered with hot cum once again.
Finally I stopped his movements and lay, catching my breath.
“Was it good?” Kenny murmured.
“Anytime you touch me it’s good,” I said, and I turned and kissed him. A few minutes passed by and then I raised myself.
“Okay, we’ll stay dressed like this till bedtime, but let me move these wet towels. And then I want a smoke and a drink.”

Dinner was over and everything washed and put away and we were sitting on the sofa with a coffee and another smoke, cuddling each other with our free arms.
“Aren’t you worried about what the neighbours will say if they see me?” Kenny enquired idly.
I wasn’t, because there were only two flats in the block and the flat upstairs was inhabited, occasionally, by a young guy named Freddie who was a steward on a cruise ship, as camp as they come, but away for weeks at a time. We’d indulged ourselves together once, but neither of us had felt any wish to continue the relationship and now our friendship was purely platonic. Neither was I worried that perhaps he might show more than a passing interest in young Kenny:- his tastes were for older and much more butch companions.
“No,” I said. “And anyway, you could be a young relative, visiting.”
Kenny asked if he could have a key to the front door, but I’d considered this already and decided to wait a few days before giving him a key. I trusted him now, and felt relaxed in his company, but I just wanted to wait a little longer before that final, irrevocable step.
“Well, it’s no problem to be here all day,” Kenny said comfortably. “As I said, there’s lots to keep me amused. I won’t go out again, though, until I can lock the place up properly, so if we need anything like milk or bread, maybe you can get it on your way home?”
“I will,” I said, giving him a hug with the arm that curled round him.
“And I’ll clean up and keep the place nice and tidy for you,” Kenny said.
“Us,” I corrected him.
He nodded. “Sorry, yes, us.”

“It does occur to me, though,” I pointed out to him, “ that if the doorbell rings and you’re wearing –um --our special clothes, you’d better not answer it, or keep out of sight if I do.”
Again he nodded. “Desi, if I can’t get out in the daytime, can we go for a little walk sometimes, after you get home?”
“Of course,” I answered. I turned my head and looked at him. “When was the last time you went to the cinema?”
His jaw dropped slightly.
“God! I don’t know! Not since I left home, anyway.”
I reached for the local paper lying on the coffee table.
“Have a look through that,” I suggested. “Last page but one. See if there’s anything there that appeals to you.”
Kenny gave me that trusting, appealing look that always got to me and started to scan the paper.
“This sounds good,” he said after a while, and read out the blurb on an adventure film with several well known stars in it.
“Fine,” I agreed. “Well, that’ll pass a couple of hours tomorrow, then.”

Kenny swivelled round and assumed his favourite position, half lying on me with his head resting on my chest. His arm stretched round me and he held me tightly. His grip remained strong, and when I tried to move and reach for my smokes he squeezed me tighter and said “Don’t! I like being close to you like this.”
So we stayed like that for quite a while. Eventually he let me reach for the remote, and my cigarettes, but stayed tight against me, only turning his head slightly so that he could see the TV as I channel-hopped, looking for something interesting. There wasn’t anything, and we stayed like that and chatted desultorily until it was time for bed.

I dressed as he asked me to, in the slinky silver short dress, complete with my holdups on and a pair of extra large pink cotton pants we’d bought, one for him and one for me. They were very erotic to wear as they were so large and loose that they offered no constriction to my cock and it could hang loose inside them. Kenny also retained his white microskirt outfit and holdups and left the top half of his body bare.
“Desi,” he whispered as we slid beneath the covers, “I really want to fuck you. Is that alright?”
I felt my rosebud twitch at the thought of him entering me there and brushed that stray hair from his forehead again.
“I’d love you to,” I murmured.

He started by planting those tiny, warm kisses all over my chest again, then moving down outside the silver dress to nuzzle at the feel of my cock beneath the clothing. After a few minutes of this he rolled me over, and as I complied I noticed that his cock was already getting hard inside his own stained pants. He continued to kiss my back, moving down towards my ass. I lay there and enjoyed every minute of it, every touch of his soft lips against me, even through the dress. He reached my ass and spent some time kissing and fondling my cheeks, before sliding further down the bed so that he could reach my legs and thighs. I felt his warm breath on the backs of my legs as he began to move upwards, and then he reached the top of the holdups and paused to lick at the backs of my thighs. His tongue explored everywhere, and I felt the incredibly erotic sensation of him slowly sliding the hem of the slinky dress higher and higher, revealing the pink pants as he did so. His lips and tongue continued onto my ass cheeks, licking and teasing and kissing. I felt the back of the pants becoming damp from his tongue. Then his fingers were at the waistband and he was gently pulling it down. He continued kissing and licking at me as he pulled the pants down further and further. I was impatient for him to reach into my crease and kiss and lick me there, but he knew it and wouldn’t hurry. His hand under my belly signalled he wanted me to kneel up, and I did, spreading my knees apart for him. His kisses were finally approaching my crease, and I savoured the exquisite warmth of his tongue as he began to lick at me, lower and lower until he reached my rosebud. He rimmed me with his tongue for awhile, and then I felt his gentle, slender finger exploring me as he probed and rotated it further and further into me. I pushed against him, wanting his hot cock to be there.
There was a pause and then I felt it, his hot helmet rubbing into the crease of my ass, then against first one cheek and then the other. I imagined seeing that purple head, shiny with engorged blood as it stroked against me. I pictured his fingers grasping it and manipulating it until it was in exactly the right position, and then it was there;- that slight pressure against my wet rosebud as he sought to ease it apart and slide his thick shaft inside me. The feeling as he slid further and further in was wonderful, and I wanted him to be there for a long time. I heard him groan and murmur to himself. I caught his words;- ‘Oh, Desi! That’s so nice! So tight! Oh, I love fucking you!’

And then he began to move, thrusting gently at me, back and forth, sliding his length into me and away again, and the feeling of his thickness filling me made me gasp with pleasure. He moved faster and spoke out loud, breathlessly and apologetically.
“Desi, I can’t go slow! I want to fuck you so hard! I want to fuck you, fuck you!”

And then he was pounding at me, thrusting me forward with each stroke into the deepest part of my ass. His strokes became faster and faster as he slid in and out and I felt his smooth balls banging against me each time his rod buried itself to the hilt in me. By now he was thrusting at me as if his cock was a jackhammer, and unbelievably I felt it swell even more inside me as he reached the point of no return, the point he’d been so eager to reach, the time when everything fades into a hazy oblivion except that ecstatic feeling;- as his balls contracted and sent spurt after spurt after spurt of his hot, thick, white cum jetting into my ass to splash hotly there and fall back to wet his rod to even further heights of ecstasy as he pumped and pumped at me.
Finally he stopped moving and stayed with his cock buried in me, his breath heaving in great gasps as his body trembled and shuddered.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped. “Oh, fuck!”

Slowly he eased himself from me, rolled aside and flopped back onto the bed. His rod, still half erect, quivered in the air as it slowly subsided. A last drop of cum eased from the tip and dropped onto the white pants, pulled down to just below the base of it.
I pulled up the pink pants again, rolled over myself and lay beside him. I felt his cum running from my ass into the material of the pants and enjoyed the sensation of the hot trickle as it ran down the crease of my ass.
I leaned over him, still breathing deeply as he lay with his eyes closed, and kissed him.
“Sleep,” I said. “Sleep, little Kenny, sleep now.”

* * * *

I awoke to the pleasurable sensation of Kenny’s warm hand on my side. I was lying with my back to him and I blinked a few times, realising that it was light, and morning, and my mind briefly relived the previous night, before we had both succumbed to the exhaustion of our pleasures.
I rolled over to face him. He was lying facing me, his eyes on me and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” I yawned. “What time is it?”
“Nine o’clock,”
“Have you been awake long?”
“Not long,” he murmured.
I watched him looking at me for a moment.
“Are you okay? Is everything alright? You look a bit sad.”
“Everything’s fine,” he murmured. “I just wanted to lie here and look at you, and be close to you.”
He wriggled nearer to me and his arm went round my back as he hugged me. He pressed close to me as he gave me a light, gentle kiss.
“I just like being close to you.”
I could feel his cock pressing against me through the white pants and through my own pink ones. It wasn’t erect, but it was halfway there, and I wondered if this was just because he was horny, or because of an early morning full bladder. His hand caressed my back as he continued to brush his lips on me with those tiny, light kisses.
“Desi,” he murmured. “Sit on me.”

I rolled over and knelt above him as he freed his half erect cock from his pants. He pulled my own pants down as far as he could, until they were at my thighs and almost at my knees.
Holding his cock with one hand he put his other round me and onto my back, pulling me down gently towards him.
I lowered myself a little and felt him moving his shaft as he rubbed it against my cheeks, then into my crease. He rubbed the tip of it against my rosebud and I felt his helmet swelling and becoming harder against my jewel as he gently slid his rod up and down my crease.
And then he positioned it against my rosebud and began to push upwards. Slowly I lowered myself still further and felt his gorgeous hot cock entering me again. His free hand grasped my own cock, still soft, and held it as he removed his other hand from his now fully hard rod and I lowered myself completely onto it, feeling his length slide into me, and my cheeks meeting his thighs.

“Oh, nice!” he breathed. His hand played with my cock and slowly it began to harden as I enjoyed the feel of his hot flesh filling my ass once again.
“I can’t wait long,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
I began to raise myself a little and then sink down again, riding his shaft and enjoying the slippery feel of it sliding inside me. His hips began to thrust upwards urgently to meet me as I moved. And within a very few moments he had cum, shooting his jets of cream into me with a loud sigh. His hand fell away from my cock as he grabbed at my cheeks with both hands and pulled me down onto him. Gradually his hips subsided back onto the bed but his hands still held my cheeks and pulled me tightly down against him. I felt his hot cum trickling inside me as it ran down the length of his cock.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “I think there may have been a bit of pee in there too.”
I remained kneeling on him, feeling his shaft subside inside me.