Kenny

"It’s okay,“ I murmured, brushing his forehead again. “Carry on if you want to.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at me.
“Are you sure? You really mean it?”
I nodded. “Go ahead if you want to,” I whispered.
There was short pause and then I felt his hot piss shooting up into me, and after a few seconds I could feel it cascading down again past his softening cock to run out over his hips, under my ass and down onto my thighs and his white microskirt and pants.
Kenny let out a long, satisfied sigh as he released the pressure inside him and allowed his flow to run freely.
Finally he finished and I gently lifted myself from him and rolled to lay beside him again. He turned his head and looked at me.
“Do you want me to do something nice to you?” he asked softly.

“Not just now,” I answered him. “I think we should get up so everything can dry.”
We removed our wet clothes and I opened the windows wider to let the bed dry and air in the warm sunshine that was streaming in.
I gave Kenny his original trunks and he put them on again. I chose a pair of thin cotton boxers that had no fly at all and we went to the kitchen. The cereals crackled in their bowls of milk, the toast and coffee filled the room with that wonderful early morning fragrance of breakfast, the sun streamed through the windows and the whole day stretched lazily ahead.

* * * *

Kenny and I had been together for about three weeks. It was the evening, I’d come home a little later than usual, we’d eaten together and were enjoying our after dinner smoke when I heard the doorbell of the flat upstairs ring. There was a short pause and it rang again. I knew Freddie was away and wouldn’t be back for several weeks yet. After a longer pause my own doorbell rang. Fortunately, neither Kenny nor I had changed into anything special yet, so either of us was fit to be seen in public.
“I’ll go,” I told him, got up from the sofa and went to the front door.

Outside stood a woman dressed in a light jacket and black slacks. She looked at me, then past me.
“Are you Derek?” she enquired with a glare at me and a voice grating with hostility.
“Yes,” I began, and even as the cold shiver streaked up my spine as my brain registered what I was seeing and realisation dawned on me, much, much too late, she stepped forward and swung her arm to smack the side of my face in a terrific blow, and then her other hand caught me equally as hard on the opposite side. I staggered back under the onslaught and she took another step forward, over the threshold and into the flat. Her eyes glowed with pure hate and contempt and her teeth gritted together as she ground out venomously; -
“I’m Mrs Noble. Where’s Kenny?”

THE END……

(……..Part two soon……)