This is a story about a love between two young boys. The usual disclaimers apply: If you are under the age of 18, or reading such material is illegal in your jurisdiction, then please leave this story unread now. There are within the story explicit descriptions of sex between boys, but that is not the main theme; so if your thing is reading stories that are purely sex in nature then this story will probably not be to your liking.
The story is made up of both fact and fantasy. The people herein are real, but their names have been changed. The rest of the story, as I said, is a mixture of fact and fantasy . . . perhaps how I wish it had happened. As to what is fact and what isn't, I shall keep that to myself. As usual, comments and suggestions are welcome; flames will be ignored.
Kenny4: Christmas Holidays
I didn't sleep much Christmas Eve. I lay in bed and contemplated all that had happened over the past day. I felt so stupid! I had assumed that Kenny had been victimized, coerced into something he would otherwise not have done. It had a lot to do with the concept I'd had about gays: that their whole being, their every motive, revolved around sex. Now don't get me wrong, I was pretty obsessed with sex; but as much as I thought about it, wanted it, needed it, my love for Kenny was stronger. I would have been content, and was for several months, with just being with him, touching him now and then, and getting to know him. He was so alive, so vibrant, so... well, so incredibly alive! And now he was mine! I started to think of the sermon I'd heard that Sunday after Kenny and I had first explored the forbidden fruits of each other's bodies. I'm sorry, but it simply didn't compute! What I had felt then, and still do, was love! And isn't that what the Christian faith is all about? I still had some guilt about what we'd done physically, but the way I felt about Kenny felt so right, so in tune!
I didn't see Kenny Christmas day. He was off most of the day doing family things, and I guess in a way so was I. Dad had some company in, and as soon as I could get out of that I went to see my mom. I wanted so badly to tell her all about it, but I thought better of it. As much as I loved her, I realized that her morals were so old-fashioned, it would've taken a lot of talking to make her understand. So I chose the easier path, to keep it all to myself. My improved mood didn't go unnoticed though. She picked that up instantly, and that did wonders for her condition. Over the years my sister has often told me that I was "the apple of her eye," and I guess that Christmas Day I realized it for the first time. I could see her brighten and come alive as she saw with her own eyes how much more cheerful I was, and she in turn was a lot easier to spend time with.
The day after Christmas, I was awakened to the phone ringing at 8 A.M.. Dad and Ellen had gone out somewhere, probably to visit someone because in Canada the day after Christmas is a holiday, and in those days stores closed on holidays. So I said a couple of words I won't repeat here, and got up to answer. "Hi, handsome!" came that melodious voice I never got tired of hearing. "Oh Hi, Kenny. Man, it's early!" "Ok," he said, "I get the message. I'll call back around 11, ok?" "You do," I threatened, "And the next time I get your dick in my mouth I'll bite it off!" Oh shit, I thought, why in the hell did I say that? Have I totally lost my mind? "Go ahead," he laughed, "It'll be your loss."
So that was it! We were finally comfortable with each other. I cannot describe how great that little exchange made me feel! We were actually joking about the very same thing that only a day ago had had me totally devastated for over a month! At that moment I loved Kenny more than life itself!
"I was just wondering," Kenny went on, "How'd you like to go skating? Dad said he'd drive us." "Well," I stalled, "I'm not that good a skater." "Not a problem," he retorted, "You're so good at so many other things you don't need to skate to get my admiration. But come on, ok? It'll be a total blast!" What could I say? It was a chance to be with Kenny, and at that moment nothing else mattered. So I said OK, and Kenny said they'd be by to pick me up in twenty minutes.
The ride to the skating rink was pleasant enough, with Mr. Collins asking how my Christmas was, how my mom was, etc. He told us that he'd known my mom when she was well and thought she was a wonderful woman and that I was just like her. Then he made a suggestion that completely blew my mind. "Can you sleep over tonight?" he asked. "I... uh..." I stammered, my face getting red. "It's ok Charlie, I suspect you two will be... uh... busy this afternoon anyway. You'll have the house to yourselves for the afternoon, and although I'm not sure I approve totally I know you're going to do it and I'd rather you do it in a safe environment than finding some place I'd rather you not be. And in the morning I'd like us to have that talk, so how about it?" What could I say? So I agreed, knowing I'd have no problem getting permission.
"Your dad is really great!" I said idly as we were lacing up our skates. "Yeah," Kenny answered, "I have always loved him a lot, but I guess I didn't realize how cool he was until all this happened. And don't be nervous about his Talk tomorrow, he just wants you to understand some things about what you can expect in the future, so you can feel more comfortable about it." "You know," I said reflectively, "It's a real funny thing, but I'm not nervous about it at all. I guess after what he did for us the other night I know he's cool about us so I guess I want to hear what he has to say." "Don't think he is totally happy with what's happening," Kenny warned, "But he says he realizes there's nothing he can do to change it, so the least he can do it make it as pleasant for everyone as he can."
There was no more serious talk the rest of the morning. The rink was crowded, mostly with kids our age and younger. It seemed to me that every kid in town had got new skates for Christmas and they were all here trying them out. Kenny had played hockey a couple of years so he was a pretty good skater; I on the other hand was marginal at best. I had learned to keep my ankles straight, could turn and stop ok, but a speed demon I wasn't! Kenny set about to give me a few pointers, so before long we were racing, buzzing each other, and generally frolicking about the ice like the kids we were. It felt so great to forget all the heavy, depressing thoughts I'd been burdened with for what seemed forever.
Some of our friends, or more accurately acquaintances, from school were at the rink, and we had soon joined a group of about 5 boys who were there being kids and enjoying the time off school. Two of them had girls with them, and I suddenly discovered that for the first time since I could remember, I was not jealous that they had an interest in girls and I didn't. I did regret a little that I couldn't tell the world about my love, but I knew the world wasn't quite ready for that yet. So we simply joined in the fun as two friends, nothing more.
"That was really great," I told Kenny as we were getting our skates off, "Thanks for thinking of it." "I've got a feeling you haven't had much fun lately," he answered, "And all that's gonna change." "Is it that obvious?" I said with genuine concern. "Yeah, it is. My dad said you've had a lot more to deal with than you should at your age, with your mom sick and your dad just replacing her with no thought about how it affects you." "It's no big deal," I answered. It was, it was a VERY big deal, but at that moment I determined to make an effort to be more like Kenny: happy, carefree, caring more about others.
Kenny's dad had given him money for lunch and the bus home for the both of us, so we stopped off and had a sandwich, then decided to walk back to his house. It was about two miles, but the day was sunny and bright. It was cold, but we didn't mind. We just walked along and talked about nothing in particular, enjoying each other's company. By the time we got to Kenny's house it was a little after 1.
"So what do you want to do now?" Kenny inquired as we took our jackets off. I didn't answer right away, but I guess I must've had a bit of an evil grin on my face because when he looked at me he grinned too. "Ok," he said, "I suppose if we must, we must." "You don't have to if you don't want to," I quipped, "I think Timmy's real cute. Mind if I use your phone?" "Go ahead," he grinned, "That is if you dare."
The house seemed so peaceful, so quiet! Kenny's room showed obvious signs of his brother being home from school, both beds still unmade, open suitcase on the floor, toilet items I hadn't seen before on the dresser. "Damn!" I exclaimed, "I forgot Robbie's here." "Not a problem," Kenny answered, "He said he'd be out all day, and tonight he's moving into the spare bedroom." "Why?" I asked, astonished that he would accommodate his little brother's sinful ways. "I told ya," he answered as he wrapped his arms around me, "Robbie's about as cool as a big brother can be." I couldn't answer him, because I suddenly had two tongues in my mouth.
With his foot Kenny gently pushed the door closed, then I started frantically ripping my clothes off, but he stopped me. "Slowly, Charlie," he ordered, "Last time we did this we had no idea what we were doing. Now we do, and I want to take it slow and enjoy every moment. And, my dear boy," he flashed another of his gorgeous grins, "You are not allowed to undress yourself in my house!" For once I was quick to catch his drift, and slowly began caressing his body as he did mine. Moment by moment, piece by piece, our clothes came off. I felt Kenny fumbling with my belt, then my jeans were falling to my ankles. I grasped the tail of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
"What?" I said, surprised, "No longjohns?" "Nope," he grinned, "No sense making it too difficult for you." "S'ok," I assured him, "I'll just have to settle for this gorgeous dark hairless chest that usually hides under them." My hands were caressing his muscular shoulders almost worshipfully, barely touching him and invoking such moans from him that I thought if I continued he would come then and there. I made a mental note to try it some time when I wasn't quite so anxious to explore some more.
We stood facing each other for several minutes, he bare from waist up and I from the waist down. I don't remember losing my jockeys, but somewhere they had joined my jeans around my ankles. We kissed and caressed, felt and probed, covering every square inch of each other's bodies. My hands finally arrived at Kenny's belt buckle again, and this time there was no objection as I released it, opened his cords and let them fall to the floor. There was no need for further action because he was wearing no underwear! He looked at me and grinned evilly, then slowly undid the buttons of my shirt and slipped it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
My inhibitions were melting like snow on a hot stove. Without breaking our embrace, we stepped out of the pile of clothes around our feet, and in unison stepped slowly to the bed, our tongues dancing together at one end, our rock hard penises near the other. We didn't speak; we didn't have to. We had unwittingly been waiting for this moment most of our lives. I gently pushed Kenny down on the bed, then I lay down alongside him and we continued our explorations.
We lay on our sides facing each other, lips and tongues working. I rolled him on top of me, his raging hardon slipping between my legs as he pressed mine into my tummy; he rolled me over so I was on top of him, our boners sliding together so that each was between the legs of the other. "I got to taste you!" I panted, and slithered down his magnificent body and took him into my mouth. I didn't stop at his nipples, his smooth belly, nothing! I was taking no chances on losing my mouthful in case he came before I got there. Just as I was about to take him into my mouth, I stopped and had a close look, suddenly realizing that I hadn't really seen those vital parts before. His cock, like the rest of him, was absolutely perfect! It was about five inches long, and fully erect the head was just peeking out from under the foreskin. His balls, still somewhat smallish, were nestled close to his body in a small wrinkled sac made of the softest material I had ever seen. I touched them, rolled them gently between my fingers. Kenny groaned loudly, but did not move. Like I had been a month ago, he appeared paralyzed with ecstasy.
I hunkered down lower so I was between Kenny's legs, and took his balls into my mouth -first one, then the other, then both. "Ohhhh Jeeeeeeeez!" Kenny moaned. I rolled the gorgeous little orbs in my mouth, savoring the essence, the taste, of a boy who'd been skating for three hours and then walked two miles. It was the most delicious, the most incredible scent I had ever experienced. I was getting quite carried away, but not so much so that I didn't know if I didn't get his cock into my mouth pretty soon, it would be too late.
I don't know where I learned all those things, because no one ever told me. Somehow I just knew. Satisfying my curiosity, my desire to experience this lovely creature, was driving us both entirely wild! So without even thinking about it this time, I slid my lips down over that throbbing member, keeping them tight enough that they took the foreskin with them. Leaving the exposed and extremely sensitive head scraping against my tongue. Kenny's hands were working their way through my hair, combing it with his fingers, constantly roaming over my head. The taste of Kenny's five inches fully engulfed in my mouth, as I sucked gently so as to make it last, was much more intense that it had been the first time; but then the first time I'd been so nervous I wasn't sure what I was doing or why I was doing it.
When Kenny finally climaxed, it was so beautiful I doubt that I can find words to describe it. He didn't scream, didn't even moan really; he didn't jump around or thrust his hips. I felt every muscle in his body tighten a little, a slight tremor went from his body up his cock and into my mouth; his long fingers tightened on my scalp ever so slightly, and then I felt, tasted, the first drops, followed by a torrent, of his cream. At that time his cock was completely in my mouth, down my throat, but I immediately backed off so only the head was in my mouth and I savored all the experience of having one I loved so much having an intense orgasm and sharing it. It was so incredible, I started coming too! I blasted the bedspread, Kenny's leg, and my own stomach. I had never experienced anything so acutely wonderful, so intensely moving, in my entire life! At that moment, with five inches of my lover's flesh inside my mouth, and more than a little of his seed giving me its taste, its feel, its fragrance, I felt so close to Kenny we were truly one, not two! I wanted the moment to last forever, but of course I knew it wouldn't. I knew that this special moment would be repeated many times, but it would never again be quite so intense. No, it wasn't our first, but it was our first without guilt, without fear, without intimidation. At that very moment I understood the word "consummation."
When we both came back to earth, Kenny said in a whisper, "are you gonna share?" I don't know how I knew, but I knew what he meant. I slid up until our eyes were locked again, whispered "I love you, Kenny," then with his load still in my mouth I kissed him deeply, two tongues, two sets of lips, and one pretty large boy load all intermingled.
When we finally broke the kiss, all signs of the semen we'd shared was gone down two throats, except for the flavor, which would never leave. "Charlie," Kenny said with his Sunday-best grin, "Did anyone ever tell you that you're a very fast learner?" "Nothing to learn," I retorted, "I already know I want my Kenny, over and over and over....." "Hey," he protested, "What about me?" "Wadda ya mean? You got to shoot my mouth full of that nasty sperm stuff, what more do you want?" "Same as you, man. I want to feel my mouth being filled with your sperm. I like the taste of my own, specially after it's been in your mouth. But I bet yours is a lot better." "Only one way to find out," I challenged. "Yeah," he pouted good-naturedly, " cept you just shot it all over the bed... MY bed I might add!" "Bet there's more where that came from," I challenged back. So he set about to find out.
By the time Kenny's mouth reached its objective, I was more than ready again and was panting like a steam engine. He had worked his way down slowly, methodically, sucking and nibbling my nipples, my chest and belly, the indentation where my legs meet my body, then on the part of me that was on fire. He followed my example and gave my balls a good sucking, and then engulfed my cock in his mouth and sucked it dry. I was pleased to see that I did indeed have a good load for him.
We were lying in bed resting when we heard the doorbell. It turned out to be Timmy, so we let him in and had a great afternoon talking, playing games, and comparing our Christmas experiences. Timmy was really great with me and all that had happened, and he and I became even better friends. None of us had heard from Ron, but then we hadn't intended to for at least a few days. I was frankly a little surprised that Timmy didn't feel even a little intimidated, knowing what his two friends were doing, and being in the house alone with us. But all that became more clear in the morning when Mr. Collins and I had that talk.
We had a pleasant evening with Kenny's parents when they came home, then an extremely pleasant night sleeping together. We really didn't do anything though, other than cuddling and jacking each other off. It wasn't a real jackoff either, but just touching each other and stroking softly, which was enough to bring the orgasm. After breakfast it was time for our talk.
"I wanted to tell you the same thing I told the other boys," Mr. Collins began, "Because this is probably one of the most important things that'll ever happen to you in your life, and good information is so difficult to get. When your father had "the talk" with you, I doubt that he even touched on homosexuality." "My father and I never had that talk," I informed him. "Your mother?" he asked. "No sir." "Then who?" "My cousin Dan. He's about a year older than me. One day we were riding our bikes up near the old railway yards and we started seeing used condoms on the side of the road. My mom had told me they were dirty' and not to ever touch them, but I had no idea why or what they were. So Dan told me, which led to him telling me all sorts of stuff."
Mr Collins was quite surprised by this revelation and asked me a lot of questions about exactly what Dan had told me. I also tried to hide his suspicion that it had led to some physical activity, but I assured him that it hadn't. Dan and I were pretty good friends, but that was all. "Well," he observed, "Dan did a pretty good job. Perhaps a few minor misconceptions, but on the whole you are pretty well informed at least as far as mainstream sex is concerned.
For the first part of the talk Kenny was allowed to stay. Mr. Collins went into a great amount of detail about how he'd suspected he was gay because of his effeminate manner, and how he'd always been called rather nasty names reserved for homosexuals. So he'd set about to learn all he could about what he then thought was a disorder. He learned that it was no disorder, and that there was insufficient evidence as to any cause, but he believed after his research that it was something we are born with, like light hair or dark, brown eyes or blue.
He described how many gay people have the reputation of being very promiscuous, which he said he believed was a part of their environment: that gay couples have a lot against them, consequently relationships often do not last. He made me feel a lot better about myself, that I wasn't some sort of deviant monster, that what Kenny and I were doing was every bit as natural for us as what our parents had done to cause us to be born in the first place.
"From what Kenny has told me," Mr. Collins went on, I sense that you two discovered your love first, then your bodies, isn't that right?" I nodded, feeling my face flush somewhat. He said that most gays are not as fortunate as we were, that they discovered their physical attraction first, then set about to find a mate often without success. "You two are still pretty young," he explained, "And you may very well grow tired of each other in time, just like boys and girls do at your age. But in the meantime I see your love as something just as beautiful as if one of you were a girl. It's love, and love is beautiful, simple as that."
"What about my dad?" I queried, "I'm sure he won't feel that way. Should I tell him?" "That's a problem," he agreed, "I think he's going to have to know, but I don't think it'll do any harm if we don't rush right over and tell him now. Let's just play it out for a while and see what happens."
Mr. Collins sent Kenny out of the room then, and went on to talk about safe sex, some of the things gay men do together, some of the hazards in doing them and how to reduce the risks. The more he talked, the more astonished I was of the possibilities and how well he had done his homework. Predictably, he ended up with a lecture about our own situation.
"I know you two have already been intimate," he said, "And as I said yesterday I will go along with it only because I know you're going to do it anyway. But I insist that you be discrete, and I also insist that you take all the care you can to assure that you don't hurt each other, and that you do not sleep around." I assured him that I certainly had no intention of hurting Kenny because I loved him, and that I wouldn't know anyone to sleep around with. "I know that," he said, "But you need to know that this sort of thing will get around sooner or later, and when it does you'd be surprised at what comes out of the woodwork. If I were to tell you the men I've been propositioned by you'd be amazed."
In all we talked for over three hours. It occurred to me that I could not remember the last time my father had spent three hours with me, just him and me, discussing some aspect of my life. But now I felt a lot better about who and what I was, and I knew that we would be supported as long as we continued to show that we were worthy of it.
The rest of the Christmas holidays went pretty well. I'm pleased to say I found out where Kenny got my bracelet and got him one to match as a New Year's present. He was totally in awe that I had the guts to show the jeweler mine and ask for the new one to be engraved the same. Come to think of it, I was pretty nervous; but the guy never batted an eye, and even gave me a discount. There were skating trips where Kenny and Robbie turned me into a not-too-bad skater; we went swimming at the Y twice, where I discovered where Kenny had got that killer body. He was an excellent swimmer, even aspiring to a swim team someday, but at that time and place a team simply didn't exist. But he was still a great swimmer and worked hard at it, and of course he passed a lot of his knowledge to me. He practically killed himself tryhing to beat Robbie but of course never succeeded. I found myself envying their great brotherly relationship.
We resumed our visits to Ron's home when he got back in town. I was relieved to find that he hadn't told his parents what all had transpired, so things were more or less normal when we went to Ron's lab.
Of course I spent a few afternoons at the nursing home with my mom, only now I wasn't alone; Kenny always went with me. We didn't tell her what was going on of course, Mr. Collins agreed that she really didn't need to know those details. But we enjoyed the visits, and Mom quickly got to know Kenny and was really pleased that I'd found such a "nice boy" as my friend.
During the two weeks I don't think there was any more than one or two days when we didn't have sex. It was the most fabulous time, so enjoyable! But as great as the sex was, I think the afterglow was even better. After we had both climaxed, sometimes more than once (Oh! To be 14 again) we would lie in each others arms, fingers roaming almost worshipfully over the other's body. I simply could not move, so completely captivated was I with this perfect body: hard ample muscles, yet still somewhat boyish with just a very thin layer of baby fat that gave the illusion of velvet softness. I never tired of touching it, massaging it gently.
Before we knew it the holiday was over and School was starting on Monday. School! I think I was more nervous than when I'd first started school, wondering what was coming. I would find out soon enough that my fears were well founded.
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