Kellys Problem

Part 5 -- Kelly's Problem

Preamble:

This is a story based on real people in a situation which they were never in (Though I wish that they had ;)). The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. This is purely a fantasy of the author and is not meant to be taken as fact.

Also, please note that the sex that occurs in this and succeeding parts is unprotected sex, which while understandable in the early '80s before the scourge of AIDS was fully understood, was still dangerous because of the possibility of other sexually transmitted diseases. The characters in the story can only catch what I allow them to, even if it's a case of the pimples that are the bane of teenage life. Practice safe sex!

My thanks to those who have written me with words of encouragement and asking for more of the series. I have bounced ideas off of several of you and appreciate the help.

From Part 4:

That was so beautiful I almost cried. Instead, I reached up and brushed some damp hair away from his eyes where it had fallen during his kissing expedition. I then just hugged his body to mine and held it there. For long minutes, the only sounds were the sound of our breathing.

At long last, he looked into my eyes. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Well, you have two options. One, you can sleep in my parents' bedroom..."

"Or?" he said.

"Or, you can join me in my bedroom and sleep in my bed with me."

"I think I like the second option better." He stood up, picked me up in his arms, and carried me towards my room. All the while, he planted little kisses on my lips. As we entered my room, he laid me gently on my bed and then laid down beside me himself. We cuddled with each other and fell asleep in that position.

The Story

Sally was thankful that she wasn't driving tonight. Her mind was elsewhere. Tim seemed to occupy her thoughts. God, he was cute. She wondered what he would be like to date. Would he treat her like a Queen, or like nothing special. He certainly blushed easily. His friend John was nice too. Just not her type. No, Tim was more like it. Just then, Linda interrupted he thought processes.

"Hey, Sally, isn't that Kelly's car in the driveway. I didn't think that he lived anywhere around here."

"No, I don't think he does. I think that's John's place. Wonder what he's doing there."

"Who's John? Do I know him?" Linda asked.

"John's the guys' varsity basketball manager. You've seen him. He's the guy on crutches that sits behind the bench during the game."

"Oh, you mean the cripple. I heard that he got the job because the administration felt sorry for him. I mean he had no social life. Nobody would date the little runt."

"He's actually very nice. Tim thinks the world of him. According to Tim, the only thing that makes John any different from anybody else is that he's handicapped. And it's not his fault that he was born that way. He's smart, and very loyal to his friends. He'll do anything within reason for a friend."

"Yeah, right. You'd never catch me going out with him. Besides he's a son-of-a-bitch according to Tony. He cost Tony his spot as a starter. Also rumor has it that he's a fag."

"Whatever, Linda. Let's just go. I'm tired and just want to hit the hay."

I woke up in the middle of the night. In my disoriented state, I tried figuring out where I had grown this third arm that was laying across my chest. It took a couple of minutes to realize that the arm didn't belong to me, and even longer to realize just whose it was. (OK, sue me. I'm sometimes a little slow to wake up)

Once I realized that the arm was Kelly's, I rolled over and raised my head to look over his shoulder at the clock. It said that it was 3:05 am. I smiled to myself and kissed Kelly gently on the forehead. I really wasn't expecting a reaction out of him. I put my head back on the pillow to go back to sleep. Kelly had other ideas.

He yawned and stretched. "What time is it?"

"Hi ya, Kel. It's 3 in the morning. I just woke up and realized I have the most beautiful guy in the world sleeping next to me and wanted to make sure it wasn't a dream. So I kissed your forehead and was going to go back to sleep. I'm sorry if I woke you. Go back to sleep."

Kelly smiled back at me. "You're wrong you know. It's me who woke up to find the most beautiful guy in the world sleeping in the same bed." He wrapped his arms around me and hugged my body to his. His hands worked their way up and down my back as he planted a kiss on my lips.

I sucked his tongue into my mouth and sent mine into his. Our bodies began to grind into each other's, as our kiss began to assume, in our limited experience, massive proportions. I began to react in ways that I had only dreamed of. My nipples had turned into hard little points. I was breathing hard. And most of all, my cock was rock hard inside my boxers as it dueled with Kelly's equally hard cock inside his briefs.

"Oh, God! Kel, if we don't stop, I'm gonna cum hard!" I shouted.

"This I got to see," Kelly said, and rolled off me. He then reached for my boxers with the obvious intent of taking them off. I raised my hips to make it easier for him. My cock popped free and slapped against my stomach. Kelly seemed to stare for a second before he pulled the boxers off me completely.

"Like what you see, Kel?" I asked. Before he could answer, I had a further request. "Can I see?" I said, reaching for his underwear.

"Yeh, sure. John, you are so beautiful. Can I?" he said, allowing me to pull off his briefs. I nodded, and he reached out his hand. Tentatively, almost as if he was afraid of it, his hand reached for my cock. I put my hands at my sides, allowing him to do what he wanted to without any prompting from me.

Twice he reached for it, and twice he pulled back. The third time he didn't stop. Gently, he wrapped his hand around it. I groaned as he did it. Gently, oh so gently, he began to move his hand up and down my shaft. He did this for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes. My groaning increased.

"Kel, ooh, if, umm, you don't, ooh, stop, ooh, I'm going, umm, to cum," I moaned.

This seemed to increase the speed with which he stroked me. He also leaned in for another kiss. "I love you," he whispered.

I don't know why, but that set me off. "I'M CUMMMMIMG!" I shouted. Cum shot out of my cock like bullets, hitting Kelly's cheek and dripping onto my own cheek. Successive shots hit Kelly's neck and chest, my chest and stomach before slowing to dribble over Kelly's hand into my pubic hair.

"Oh, God! That was the greatest, Kel. Would you like me to do it for you?" I asked.

He wiped my cum off his face and smiled. "If it makes me feel half as could as it looked like it made you feel, go ahead."

I reached over for his cock. I was almost as hesitant as he had been. I knew how I liked it. How did he? I finally wrapped my hand about it. It surprised me in a way by its size. My hand barely made it around his cock. As hard as it was, I think it was a little over seven inches long.

I used the same type of grip that he had used on me and started pumping it as slowly. I put my head on his shoulder so I could watch my hand. He had a shorter fuse than I did.

"Oh, John! I'm going to cum-m-m!" he yelled. And so he did. His first cum shot sailed over his head. The second hit him right between his eyes. Successive shots hit his chin, upper chest, just below his nipples, and his stomach. Each shot seemed to be accompanied by a grunt-like sound coming from Kelly's lips.

As his cum dribbled over my hand, I looked into Kelly's eyes. There was a dreamy look to them that made it clear that he had enjoyed the event. I asked him, "Well, was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"Oh, yeah. It was great!" was his reply.

I rolled my body on top of his and proceeded to kiss him on the lips. "I love you, Kelly Our cum-spattered bodies gently ground against each other, mixing our cum to form a bond between us. After several minutes, I broke the kiss.

"Kelly Langer, I love you. I love you almost as much as life itself. Don't ever leave me."

"John Wilkerson, I love you just as much as you love me, maybe more. I'll never leave you. I'll be by your side as long as I live."

We kissed some more before I laid my head on his shoulder and went to sleep.

I woke up sometime later to the feeling of something running around on my chest. I tried to swat it away but it just came back again. This time it was accompanied by a voice whispering in my ear. "Wake up, lover boy. Come on, time to rise and shine. Wake up John."

I grunted and tried rolling onto my side, while dragging some covers over me.

"Oh, no you don't, John. It's time for all good little boys to get out of bed."

I opened one eye to find Kelly with a grin on his face holding a half glass of what I assumed was cold water. I opened the other eye and groaned, "What in the Lord's name make you so cheerful this morning?" I looked at the clock: 8:00 a.m. "It's way too early to get up. Besides, what makes you think that I'm a good boy, let along a little one?"

"Well, you were certainly good last night. I take back the second part. You certainly aren't little." He giggled. And so did I.

"Now, are you going to get up? Or do I ...?"

"OK! OK! I'm up! I'm up!"

"That's better. Now, how about a shower?"

"You didn't have to wake me up for that," I said. "You aren't some little kid who needs big brother to take a shower."

"No, I'm not a little kid. I just thought that we could take a shower together. You know, get those places we can't get very well ourselves." He had a lopsided grin on his face again.

"Oh. I can handle that. Go get my crutches and we'll go take a shower."

"No, John. I'll carry you into the bathroom."

"No Kelly. Just get my crutches. Otherwise no shower." I was getting stubborn about my crutches. I didn't like anybody doing anything for me if I could do it my self.

"OK. I'll go get them." He was definitely unhappy about not being able to play the romantic with me. I decided to lighten the mood. I whistled at his naked butt as he left the room. "What you whistling at?"

"Just a cute little butt walking down the hall." He blushed as he turned around again and went to get the crutches. It looked like my whistle had done the trick. He was back with the crutches in a couple of minutes.

"Look, Kelly, I'm sorry that I seemed to yell at you before. It's just that if I can do something for myself, such as getting from place to place, I prefer to do it. I've got this independence streak that doesn't let me give in too often."

Kelly looked at me like he was distinctly unhappy. "John, when will you learn that I love you so much that I want to do for you what ever I can. If I can help you, I want to. I know that you've got to do every thing for yourself that you can. I understand it even. But I just can't help it."

"Kelly, that's so sweet. And I love you for it. I really do. Now let's go take that shower." I got up on my crutches and two naked young men headed into the bathroom to take a shower together.

When we got to the bathroom, I did my morning duty and then sat on the edge of the tub. "How hot do you like your shower?"

"Moderately hot, why?"

"So I would know how hot to make the water for the shower." I turned on the water and left my hand under the faucet to gauge the temperature. When it got to the appropriate temperature, I adjusted the hot and cold water to keep the water at about the same temp.

"Well, are you ready?" I asked, swing my legs into the tub and grabbing the bar we had put on the wall to help me stand up.

"As ready as you are." Kelly stepped into the tub and closed the shower curtain.

"OK, here we go." I switched on the toggle to turn on the shower. The water was just the way I liked it. I had positioned myself so that my back was to the spray. It also gave me my first really close-up view of Kelly's nude body. He was even more beautiful to me at that moment than ever before. His sandy bond hair was cut so that it barely covered his ears and was nicely set off by the bluest pair of eyes I've ever seen. (Man, you could drown yourself in them.) His face was a slightly rounded square with a full set of pink lips. His torso was already well defined with squared off pecs top by nickel-sized nipples. He had a six pack to die for that didn't look like it was totally the product of lifting weights. His flaccid cock was framed by a golden triangle of pubic hair and hung over a nice set of hairless balls. His legs were muscular and looked like they were built for speed. I know I've said this before, but God, he's beautiful and I love him. "Well who wants to wash who first?" I asked.

"I'll wash you first," Kelly said as he grabbed the shampoo. "Turn around and I'll do your hair first."

He directed my head under the spray to get my hair wet and then proceeded to lather up my hair. "You've got a nice head of hair, John. It's got a nice feel to it."

"Stick your head back under the spray," he ordered. After rinsing out my hair and pronouncing it squeaky clean, he took the bar of soap in hand and started washing my back with strong yet gentle circles. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as he worked his way down to my lower back.

I spread my legs a little wider to further brace myself. Kelly had now finished with my lower back and started on my butt. A gentle squeeze told me he was going to start. I groaned softly as he kneaded both cheeks. And even louder when Kelly took one hand and began to run it up and down in my crack. Nor was that the only reaction, as my cock began to come to life. Several minutes were spent on my butt and on the crack between the two cheeks, causing my cock to become rock hard. A couple of times, Kelly's hand "accidentally" touched my ball as he cleaned my crack. At least I think it was accidental.

Satisfied that he had adequately cleaned my butt, Kelly knelt and began to wash my legs. He massaged them as well as washed them. "Kelly, where did you learn to massage so well? That feels great!"

"I had to massage my little brother's legs after track meets. He would often cramp up after running hard. Now, stand up and I'll finished washing you and then you can wash me."

I stood up, letting the shower's spray hit me on the shoulders and upper chest. Kelly sudsed up his hands behind my back. He started with my shoulders, kneading them and working out any knots that remained. Resudsing his hands, he reached around and began to work on my chest. He concentrated on the area around my nipples, working each one to a hard point. It felt so good that I sagged back against him, with moans of pleasure escaping my lips.

Even more moans came forth as Kelly's hands washed my stomach briefly, on his way to my groin. When he started to wash my pubic hairs, I told him to be careful otherwise he would have to re-wash certain areas of my body.

"Oh, yea? Well I guess we'll just have to make sure that we don't make a mess then, won't we?" he replied. "Turn around, John."

I turned around and saw the man of my dreams. His body was glistening with the water that hit it. My eyes traveled down his body, pausing at the six pack that was highlighted by the water cascading over them. Then there was his cock, which had reacted as mine had, pointing skyward and just as hard as my own. Any ideas I had about what would happen next went out the window as Kelly knelt on one knee before me.

He reached out with one hand and wrapped it around my cock. He stroked it twice, causing me to say huskily, "Do that much more and you'll get a different kind of shower than we had planned."

"No, I don't think so," Kelly replied. He then did what to me, was totally unanticipated. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my cock head and sucked.

"Oh, my God, Kelly. Don't stop! Please, don't stoppppppp!" With that he drew more of my cock into his mouth until he had almost all 7 inches in his mouth. He pulled back until only the head was inside his mouth. Then he sucked almost the entire cock back into his mouth. Back and forth, in and out. "Kelly, get ready. I'm gonna cum soon."

A few sucks later, I screamed, "OH, GOD, I'M CUMMMMMINGGGG!!!" I think that I came harder then ever before. Definitely harder than a couple of nights ago, when I had just been fantasizing about Kelly. By Kelly's reaction to the flood of cum entering his mouth, I was afraid he might choke on the cum. But that fear was short lived as he regained his breath and swallowed. Just a little cum escaped his mouth and dribbled onto my legs where the water from the shower quickly washed it down the drain.

I sagged back against the shower wall as we both took a second or two to catch our breath. I smiled at Kelly as he sat on his haunches, the water now hitting him on the top of his head. "I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did. It was simply fantastic! Where did you learn to do that?"

"To tell the truth, John, that was the first time I've ever done it or had it done to me. I just went with what I thought that you'd like." "Well you got that right. I loved it almost as much as I do the man who did it to me.

"Now, it's my turn to wash you. Are you ready?"

"Yeh, I'm ready," he replied. There was a sense of anticipation in his voice.

"Hand me the shampoo and bend over a bit so I can wash that beautiful head of hair."

He bent over and I sudsed up his hair, rinsed it and then rewashed it. He asked me why I was washing it a second time, and I told him that his hair was longer than mine and I wanted to be sure that I got it clean. I told him to turn around, that it was time to wash his back and butt.

He turned around and I began to wash him. From his shoulders down to his lower back, I used my hands to move the soap in ever widening circles. Gently I moved the soap lower and lower on his back. At one point as I moved from a point on his back just above his right hip, I must have hit a ticklish spot, because he giggled.

When I finally got to his butt, I thought to return the favor that he had done for me. I put one hand on each cheek and squeezed softly. He moaned with each squeeze. It got worse when I got a put some suds on my right hand and ran it up and down the crack between his butt cheeks. Each time it went up and down, the hand ran over what I thought would be his asshole. His moans got loader each time I ran over it, and worse if I hit his balls (accidentally, of course). After several minutes of this, I told him to turn around again.

I spent a lot of time washing his chest. His nipples received some definite attention so that they stood straight out from his chest. His stomach was washed with care as I ran my hand over his six pack abs. And then it was time for his legs.

I lowered myself to the floor of the tub so that I was on my knees. I positioned myself so that I could grab the side of the tub if I lost my balance. The water from the shower hit the back of my head as well as his stomach. I tried to return the favor of a massage that he had given me. I fell far short of it, I think although Kelly told me that it was just as good as the one he had given me.

Now came the event I was most unsure about. I was to try and wash his cock and balls without making him shoot. I delicately washed his pubic hairs then tentatively lathered up his cock and balls. Having done this, I let the water wash away the soap only touching his hairless balls to make sure that the soap was washed away.

His cock throbbed and he moaned, "Oh John, bring me off now! I need to cum. Please!"

I could not refuse him. I wrapped my right hand around his throbbing cock. Then I opened my mouth and closed my lips around it. His cock head had the constancy of foam rubber as I ran my tongue over it. The rest of his cock was like a wooden pole with an outer layer of skin that could be maneuvered up and down it. It tasted salty and delicious. His begging was replaced by long, loud moans as I went up and down on his shaft. I became lost in time as I sucked him off. One minute, nothing but a dribble of pre-cum and then a shout by Kelly: "OH, JOHN! HERE IT CUMS! I'M CUMMMMMINNNGGG!" And boy, did he ever! I had to back-off a little to keep from choking. His cum seemed to be of medium thickness and have a somewhat salty taste, but not overly so. I hadn't tasted anyone else's cum, except for my own on occasion, but Kelly's was great tasting.

After he came, Kelly sagged against the wall and caught his breath. I asked him if he was alright. Kelly replied that he had never cum that hard and needed to catch his breath.

I reached back and turned off the water. Then I sat on the edge of the tub and opened the curtain. I guess that we had been in the shower a long time. The room was full of steam. I turned to Kelly and asked whether we were ready to get out of the shower. He heaved himself up and got out, offering a hand to help me up.

"Where are the towels?" Kelly asked as I reached for my crutches.

"They're in the cabinet next to the sink."

Kelly reached into the cabinet and pulled two big fluffy towels out. One he laid on the counter, the other he carried over to me. He began to dry me off with it, paying special attention to my butt, legs and groin. After he finished, I sat on the toilet and dried my hair.

I motioned him over and said, "Fair's fair. I want to dry you off."

He grinned and carried over his towel. "I think you will find there isn't much left to dry."

"I guess I'll just have to find the spots, won't I?" I took his towel and started drying off his legs and groin area.

He sighed. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I don't know. Maybe you helped a lot of old ladies across the street?"

We both giggled at that. I said, "I tell you what. Why don't we get dressed and then move you car into the garage. We should have done it last night."

"I don't think that our minds were on that last night. I know that mine wasn't. All I wanted to do was get here and, well, let's just say I was in a hurry to get here." He turned a nice shade of red.

We got dressed and moved the cars. I don't think anybody would have been able to identify his car last night. Hardly anybody normally drove down the road after the time I would have gotten home at around 11:30. I asked him if he wanted to eat in for lunch or whether he wanted to make a run to MacDonald's for some burgers.

"Let's eat in. I don't think that you're likely to poison me are you?" Hah! He's obviously never had my cooking!

"I think that I'd rather not take the chance. You've never had my cooking and I wouldn't want to ruin what we're putting together because I can't cook. I'll get some lunchmeat, cheese and bread out so we can make some sandwiches. There's no way that I can screw that up."

"OK, you say so. Sandwiches are good."

It took a long time to eat lunch. I suppose it wouldn't have taken so long if there had been a lot of playful grabbing and touching of each other. After lunch we adjourned to the living room to watch some college hoops. To tell the truth, neither of us paid much attention to the game. We were too busy cuddling and kissing to notice.

Our inattention to the TV definitely influenced our next decision. We moved back to my bedroom. (Surprise, surprise.) Once there we stripped down to our underwear, each undressing the other. I sat down on the bed and drew Kelly into my embrace. I brought his face toward mine and plated a kiss on his lips. He responded by opening his mouth to admit my tongue and to send his tongue across into mine.

The kiss took a long time and involved bodies rubbing against one another. So much so, that it didn't take long for me to notice that something hard was thrusting into my leg and that I was hard again as well. I broke off the kiss and told Kelly, "I think that some other parts need some attention. Don't you think so?" I pointed at the obvious tents in both our underwear.

"I think you are right John." Kelly stood up and slipped off his briefs to free his cock, which promptly slapped against his belly. My boxers imitated his briefs and ended up on the floor. My cock slapped against my belly as well.

Not wanting to delay the pleasure I was anticipating, I made a suggestion. "Kelly, why don't we suck each other off at the same time. That way no one has to wait."

"OK. Let's do it." He laid down on the bed so that his head was opposite my crotch, and my head was opposite his.

Immediately I sucked his cock into my mouth. My own cock was enveloped by a wet warm feeling as Kelly drew me in and started to suck. I'm not sure if we realized what we were doing was not new. What happened later during this mutual suck (I later found it was called a '69'), was certainly new to us. I had grabbed Kelly's butt cheeks, one in each hand. In the process of trying to get a better grip on him, my ring finger slipped into Kelly's butt crack and made contact with his asshole. Kelly pulled off my cock and told me, "Oh, John do that again. It felt great."

"Do what again?" I asked.

"Your finger touched my asshole. Please do it again?"

"Sure, Kelly. Whatever you want." His mouth sucked me back in and my finger went searching for his asshole. I found it soon enough and began rubbing it at the same time that I continued suck his cock

It didn't take long before my middle finger began to sink into his hole. Kelly moaned louder. I took this a signal that I should continue fingering his hole. Every once in a while my finger would sink further inside him. A louder moan of pleasure. I backed off his cock. "Kelly, does it really feel that good?"

"Yes, it does. Please fuck me with your finger. It feels so good that I don't want you to stop."

I reiterated that I would do what ever he wanted, whatever made him feel good. I did make a request of him, though. "Kelly, I want to know what it feels like to have my hole touched. Please do what makes you feel good to me as well. I want to feel what you feel."

"OK John. Just tell me if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you. You mean too much to me."

We went back to sucking each other's cock and fingering each other's asshole. If he felt like I did as his finger entered me, I can understand why he didn't want me to stop. The sensations were incredible. It was even better when his finger hit a certain spot inside me. Whatever it was, the sensations that it created were mind-blowing. My cock seemed to grow bigger in his mouth with every touch. The familiar sensation began to build in my groin and I pulled off him to say, "Kel, get ready. I'm, oh, I'm going to, uh, cummmm!"

I must have pumped at least a quart into his mouth. It overflowed onto the bed. All this time, I continued to finger fuck him and suck him off. I had found a little knot inside him with my finger that seemed to be the source of the sensations. He was having to same reactions as I did. Kelly shouted that he was cumming and I'd better be ready. I thought I was, but I began to doubt it when he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth and tried feeding his cum directly into my throat. I gagged somewhat and managed to pull back a little to allow myself to breath. I managed to swallow almost all of his cum.

"God! That was great John! What do you want to do now?"

I thought about it for a second. Then I told Kelly, "For right now, let's just hold each other. Relax and recover for a little while. Then we can decide where to go from here."

"Sounds like a plan," Kelly said. He pulled me to him, my head on his shoulder. Our sweaty bodies made contact all the way from my head to our feet. He kissed the top of my head. "I love you, John. I want to be with you forever."

"I love you too, Kelly. I don't ever want to lose you."

Shortly after, I fell asleep in his strong arms.

I don't know how long I was asleep. But I woke up to a gentle nudge from Kelly.

"John, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. Your finger felt so good, that I think your cock would be even better."

His logic was touching but it might be a little off. "Are you sure you want to do this, Kelly? Everything I've read about love making said that it hurts at the start. Kelly, I don't want to hurt you."

"John, I'm sure. I want you to be my first. And besides, you said it hurts at the start. What about the rest? If it didn't feel good, would there be any gay people who would do it?"

"Alright, Kelly. I'll do it if you want me to. You are going to have to promise to tell me if it hurts. And we're going to take this slowly. From what I've read, some lubrication helps; Vaseline being the best one from what they say. There's some Vaseline in the bathroom. Would you go get it please?"

Kelly jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard him rummaging around for a few minutes, then a shout of triumph. He came back with a smile on his face. "Is this what you wanted?"

I returned his smile. "Yes, it is. Now get your cute little butt over here, lay back and pull your legs up to your chest."

He bounced onto the bed and laid back, pulling his legs up as requested, and exposing his asshole for my inspection. I sighed. I really hoped he knew what he was getting into. He looked like the proverbial trusting puppy who believes that he won't be hurt by you.

I opened up the jar and dipped in my finger into the Vaseline and coated it. I shifted over to where his butt was located. "Kelly, I'm going to stick my finger up your ass and try to loosen you up a little. I'm going to start with one finger, then start using two fingers. Remember to tell me if it hurts Kelly and I'll stop at that point."

"Yes, yes, John. I'll tell you if it hurts. Now let's get going! I'm horny as all hell." He certainly was. His cock had gotten hard again. He was also too anxious by far for this to happen. I meant what I said. We were going to take it nice and easy.

I put my finger to his hole and gently began to push while making circular motions. I slowly penetrated the ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to his hole. Kelly began to moan as my finger went deeper and deeper, continuing the circular motion to loosen the muscle. I felt the little knot that I had felt earlier in the day. Just touching it set Kelly's cock to drooling pre-cum. I pulled my finger out.

"Kelly, I'm going to start using two fingers now. OK?"

"Yeh, sure. Just do it, John. My legs are getting tired."

I repeated the process that I had used with one finger, only this time with two. The difference was that as my fingers went in, I spread them in a scissors type motion. He was definitely loosening up. This time when I hit his pleasure spot, his cock jumped and spit out a big amount of pre-cum all over his stomach. He was ready. But was I? I pulled my fingers out.

"Are you ready, Kelly?"

He was breathing heavily, but managed to reply, "Yes, John. I'm ready. Make love to me. Make me yours."

I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. I rose up on my knees, coated my cock with Vaseline, and positioned my hard cock at Kelly's hole. "Are you sure you want to do this Kelly? I mean that I don't have to if you don't want to. This is your last chance. Once I start, I can't promise I'll be able to stop. I'm probably as horny as you are."

"John, will you just do it. I want you to. I want to feel you inside me. Please just do it. Please."

"OK, Kelly. Here we go." I began to push. It was hard going. Kelly's mind was apparently willing, but his hole was another story. All of the sudden, the muscle gave way and my cock head was in. Kelly gave a shout of pain. "Kelly, are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm OK. Just let me get used to you, that's all."

"Let me know when you're ready. I'll go as far as you can stand and we'll take our time. There's no rush, is there?"

"No, no rush John."

When he told me he was ready, I pushed a little more of my cock in, stopped to let him get used to me being in that deep and repeated the process. In no time at all, I was all the way in. My balls rested on his ass cheeks. "How's that feel, Kelly?"

"John, that feels great. Now please make love to me."

I smiled at him and said, "Your wish is my command."

I began to slowly move my cock in and out. On the out stroke, only my cock head remained inside Kelly. On the in stroke, my balls slapped his ass. I don't know what Kelly was feeling, but his ass gripped me like a vise. I began to loose control and sped up my strokes. Faster and faster I went, my balls slapping his ass every couple of seconds. I could feel the pressure begin to build up in my balls. It wouldn't be long now.

I leaned over him, his legs wrapped around my waist. As I bent to kiss him, I said, "Kelly, are you ready to take a load of my cum in your ass? Cause I'm about to give it to you." My whisper turned into a shout, "KELLY LANGER, I LOVE YOU!!" With those words, my cock exploded inside Kelly. I swear that I saw stars.

In the fog of my mind, I heard Kelly shout, "JOHN WILKERSON, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!"

I collapsed onto Kelly, seemingly exhausted from the lovemaking. Kelly pulled my face to his and gave me a kiss that took my breath away.

After a few seconds, Kelly broke the kiss and rolled me over on my back. He slowly rose up off of me. I heard a plop as my cock pulled out of him. He rose off the bed with a smile, and said, "I'll be right back."

He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and came back with a wet washcloth and a towel. "I think we need to clean up a bit. I came at the same time you did and created quite a mess." He pointed to the cum running down his chest and stomach, then pointed to the mess on my chest and stomach from my collapse on top of him.

He came over to me and gently wiped the mess off of me, taking special care to wash my cock clean of the Vaseline and ass juices that were on it. After he finished, he leaned over and kissed my now flaccid cock. "We've got to take care of this guy. I don't want anything to happen to him."

Up until now, what had gone on after I had cum was on the outer edge of my awareness. Kelly later told me I had a silly grin on my face and seemed to be out of it. I regained my senses and started talking to Kelly.

"Kelly, was that as good for you as it was for me? I mean, wow! I've never felt like that before. Oh, God, that was great! Tell me how you felt." I was definitely excited and rambling on like a little kid at his birthday party. "Whoa, big guy. Calm down a bit. Yes, it was great. It couldn't have been better. I can't wait to have you experience it for yourself."

I slowed down with that last sentence from Kelly. Experience it for myself? Did he really mean that? Was he willing to reciprocate and make love to me? I couldn't wait. How long before he would be ready to do it? How long before I would be ready? Would it hurt much? Kelly was a little bigger, width wise, than I was. My cock began to grow again, in anticipation of more activities.

"Kelly," I said slowly, "would you make love to me? I want to experience what you felt. I want to feel you inside me. Please."

"OK, John. Just let me recover a bit. In case you didn't notice, we both spent a lot of energy in the last few minutes."

He leaned over and kissed me again. This time gently on the lips. No tongue, just a chaste lover's kiss.

I looked over at the clock by my bed. It said 3:00 pm. Time sure flew when you were having fun! The clock had said 1:00 when we had come into the bedroom after watching the first part of the basketball game on TV.

We rested for several minutes, just holding each other, nothing else.

Finally, I felt that I was ready for more. I leaned towards him and whispered, "Are you ready yet?"

"I'm ready if you are, John. We just repeat what you did with me and go just as slow, OK?"

"OK. You're the guy in charge, Kelly."

He smiled as he reached for the Vaseline. "I'm glad you think so."

He dipped his finger in the Vaseline and told me to hold my legs against my chest. Kelly placed his finger against my hole and the feelings started right up again. It was just electric as he slowly worked the finger into my ass. Using the same circular motions I had, I could feel him loosening me up. When he got his finger what seemed to be almost all the way in, he began to hit the magic pleasure button. Each time he hit it, it seemed like a bolt of electricity went from that spot directly to my brain and cock at the same time.

Now he withdrew the finger and told me that he was going to use two fingers now. He slowly worked both fingers into me. It felt a little tighter this time and it took longer for it to feel like he was achieving the desired effect of loosening my asshole.

In time, he withdrew both fingers and asked me if I was ready. I replied that I was as ready as I would ever be. He rose up on his knees and spread my legs as far as he could, before positioning his cock at the entrance to my asshole. He stopped for a second. "Are you sure that your ready John? It does hurt for a couple of minutes. We don't have to do this right now. We could do this later."

He was asking me the same questions that I had asked him before I entered him. And I gave him the same type of reply he had given me. "I'm very sure, Kelly. I want you to make love to me. I want, no, need to feel you inside me. Please Kelly. Please do it."

"OK, John. Here we go." With that he place his cock at the entrance to my asshole and began to push. I tried to will my hole into not offering any resistance, but no go from my end. Finally, he broke through. The result was a sharp pain radiating from my asshole. I screamed with pain. Kelly's face assumed a look of concern as he asked me, "John, are you OK? Does it hurt too much? I can still pull out if you want me to."

"No!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "No. Just let me get used to you. It will just be a few seconds. Besides, you warned me about the pain. I can take it. Just give me a few seconds here." I waited and the pain subsided. "All right. I'm ready now. Just take it nice and easy, like I did with you."

"OK, John. You are calling the shots."

He pushed a little more and a little more of his cock slid in. He slowly continued the pattern of pushing and stopping to let me adjust to his cock, and then pushing some more. Finally, he was all the way in. The intensity of the feelings coming from that area continued to increase. I don't know how he did it. How he kept his moaning from becoming shouts of joy. Certainly it took every ounce of will that I had to keep from shouting with intense pleasure. And that increased tenfold when his cock started running over my pleasure button with every stroke. His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. It felt great to feel him go that deep into me and to have his balls slap me. Some how, I managed to wrap my legs around him. Considering my bone problems, I considered this a minor miracle.

All of the sudden, my cock, which I hadn't really been paying attention to, exploded sending cum all over my neck, chest and stomach. My asshole seemed to spasm in response to my cumming. It seemed to be this which set Kelly off.

"HERE YOU GO, JOHN!! TAKE IT ALL!! TAKE MY LOAD AND FILL YOUR ASS WITH IT!! JOHN, I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!"

I felt his cock expand and fire his cum into me. I couldn't believe the feelings that I was having. Every shot created a new set of feelings. Feelings that said I wanted more of this. I wanted to feel the pleasure over and over again. Is this what Kelly had felt? If so, I could see why he reacted the way he did. I added my shouts to Kelly's groans of pleasure. "OH, THANK YOU KELLY! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! DON'T EVER LEAVE ME!!"

Kelly collapsed on top of me. I immediately began showering his face with kisses and whispering "I love you" into his ear between each kiss.

Exhausted, Kelly rolled off of me, pulling his cock from my ass with a loud plop. He waited a few minutes, then grabbed the washcloth and headed off to the bathroom to rinse it out and get it wet again in order to clean both of us up.

When he came back, he leaned over me and whispered, "Well, what did you think? Was it as good for you as it was earlier for me?"

"If it was even half of what I felt to have you in me as it did to have me inside you, then yes, it was great. I want to experience it as much as possible, but at the same time I don't want to wear you out," I told him.

"I feel the same way. What we did felt great, and I can't wait to do it again. On the other hand, I don't want to wear you out either. Let's agree to just take easy for a while and rest up before we do it again."

And that's what we did for the rest of the weekend. We ordered pizza delivery Saturday night and chanced my cooking scrambled eggs for Sunday breakfast. Except for Saturday night dinner and Sunday morning breakfast, we spent almost all our time with only briefs or boxers on, if anything at all. We cuddled in front of the TV for part of Saturday night and to watch the Bucks and 76ers play a tough game Sunday afternoon.

By the time Kelly left late Sunday afternoon, we had made love a couple of more times and sucked each other's cock more than that. Before he left, Kelly pledged me his undying love. I pledged him mine. We made plans to meet before practice Monday afternoon and exchanged a kiss before he walked out the door. I only hope this can last. My heart belongs to Kelly, and I will do anything to protect him!

It's Sunday afternoon and Tony is still in a funk over the events of the past week. And on top of it all, his best friend Jack was seeming to take that little creep's side in all this. Damn John Wilkerson! How he could ever have considered the crippled little bastard his friend, heaven only knew!

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Tony Dickerson?"

"Yeah, it is. Who is this?"

"My name isn't important. Just listen. Last night, after the party, I saw Kelly Langer's car where it shouldn't have been."

"And just where is that?"

"In John Wilkerson's driveway. I also hear that John's folks are out of town. When the cat's away the mice will play, don't you think?"

"Who is this?"

"I can't tell you. Just ask John or Kelly what they were up to this weekend? You can probably tell if they are lying."

"WHO IS THIS?! And how do I know I can trust you??"

"Just ask them what they were doing. You might be pleasantly surprised. You might even say that you'll get back what was taken from you." CLICK!

The dial tone sounded in Tony's ear. He smiled. He could guess what John and Kelly had been doing Friday night. This was going to be an interesting week. Very interesting.

Well, here's something new. A cliffhanger. Who called Tony Sunday afternoon? What do they want? What's Tony going to do? What are Kelly and John going to do? Stay tuned for Part 6. I can't promise when it will come out, but I would think it will be some time in June.

As always, comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Flames will be ignored. Responses can be emailed to tjw6195@aol.com. I hope that you like what's happened so far.