Date: Sun, 20 Apr 1997 01:50:10 -0700
From: billybob@istar.ca
Subject: Kenny

     I went down to the chess corner to discover that the chess tables had
been removed. Some of the guys were playing in and around the Vanderbilt
campus but the only backgammon player to be found was Kenny, a 16 year old
kid who played for 50 cents a point and not too well. We agreed to pay after
every ten points and in quick order I took five dollars from him. He had a bit
of  a comeback in the second session but eventually his lack of skill led to a
second payday. I winced when he displayed his empty pockets. I said it was
okay but refused to let him play on credit. He said he could go home and get
the money owing. I insisted that it was okay, but he was more insistent, and
asked me to come along with him.
     We got to his apartment, which was just a few blocks away. He explained
that his mom was at work, and told me she wouldn't be back for four hours. He
had me set up the backgammon set while he went to get some cash out of his
bedroom. When he came back he had removed his shirt and changed into baggy
satin jogging shorts which showed his legs off nicely complete with the
sprinkle of golden hair that traced up his thighs to his buttocks.
     I was suddenly, inexplicably hard. I wanted to get out of there but I was
afraid of standing and letting him see the effect he was having on me. I felt
vulnerable, not understanding what was going on. He sat down opposite me at
the coffee table and, with his knees apart, I caught glimpses of his flaccid
cock. We played on, but my nervousness was evident. Whenever he was rapt in
concentration over a move would look up at me, inquisitively. as if he could
read in the expression on my face what he should do. He absently placed his
hand over his cock and gave a little stroke. Occasionally he tapped the head
with his forefinger, and when he was finally hard he drew the fabric away from
it and let it lie exposed along his thigh. The tip was wet with cum. He
squeezed another drop out of the slit and spread it all over the tip then
looked up at me with those challenging brown eyes. My heart dipped.
     The quickening of my pulse must have been evident and certainly the
mutual blush we exchanged was, so he swiftly slid off his shorts and sat there
naked except for his socks and running shoes and began to jerk off. I wasn't
sure what to do, whether he simply meant to have me watch or to jerk off as
well. I adjusted my cock and he fixed his gaze upon my crotch, then looked at
me, his jaw agape, all the while, beating off. I slipped down my shorts,
exposing my erection which prompted a "Wow," from him. I pulled the shorts
down to my knees but he breathlessly told me to take off everything. I fumbled
with my clothing and was quickly naked and masturbating.
     He stood and came over to me, his dick long and hard and throbbing. He
squatted in front of me and ran his hands along my thighs. I gasped as he
neared my crotch and I left off masturbating, letting my hands lie limp at my
sides as he took over. He spat on his hand and lubed up my dick. My eyes
widened and my heart raced as he stroked me with both hands. I felt myself
rushing towards climax, my mouth agape, all my muscles tensed. He stopped
suddenly and I can remember whimpering, yearning to come.
      "I don't want you to come yet," he whispered. He stood up and clambered
up onto the couch, kneeling awkwardly on the backrest. He placed his cock at
my lips and I took it in my mouth.
     "Mmmm, that feels good," he said, and he shot a bit of cum, which had a
sweet taste. He took my head in his hands and lowered himself along the length
of my body, his cock dragging a line of precum down my chin, along my chest
and down to my belly button. I was mesmerized by his lean young body, soft,
smooth, just starting to achieve definition, a little line of soft brown hair
tracing a course down to his pubes. My cock strained as I felt the tip of it
brushing against the soft hairs of his ass. The tip tingled and I tensed as I
shot a bit of precum.
     He guided my gaze to his face and our eyes locked. "I want you," he said.
His lips brushed mine and then he kissed me, long and deeply as he bobbed on
my cock, lubricating himself with my seemingly steady ejaculation of precum. I
was lost in his kiss and he slowly forced my cock into his ass. Inch by inch,
I luxuriated as his tight rectum passed over my cock as I penetrated into the
feverish heat of his ass. Each surreptitious tingle at the tip of my cock was
accompanied by a little bolt of cum, and I felt joined to him, a single entity.
     When I was inside him as far as I could get, he drew away from the kiss
and his lithe sixteen year old body began to lightly bounce on my torso. He
had a wicked gleam in his eye and he ran his hand over the taut muscles of my
abdomen. "I can feel that load building up, ready to explode," he said,
grinning. I began to buck.
      "Oh, God, you're doing it," he said, "You're fucking me. You're going to
come in my ass." He leaned into me and, while continuing to bounce, asked me
in a hoarse whisper if I'd like to get fucked too, if I'd like to have him
shooting his load inside my ass. I was startled. He said he would really like
to fuck me and his eagerness was so infectious that it made me want it too.
"Yeah, Kenny, I want to get fucked by you," I said softly, both electrified
and burning with humiliation by what I was saying and, in the distraction of
the moment, my load suddenly erupted.
      "I felt that," he said, with amazement, "You came didn't you?" I said
yes and he continued to pump me. "God this feels good," he said, smiling. "I
would really like to do you like this. Get my cock up your ass, get you
squirming like this." He was talking faster and getting more excited, wiggling
on my polse. "Man, oh man, I want to fuck you. I want my cock up your ass. I
want to shoot this load up your tight ass." His talking was getting the
desired effect. I was hard all over again. He leaned closer to me and smiled
wickedly. "It turns you on when I talk like this, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said
weakly. He slowly slid off my cock, hesitated for a moment, then slid back
down on it. He did this a few more times, till I started moaning. Just as he
was starting to drive me wild he asked me again if I'd like to get fucked. I
turned beet red and nodded.
      "You want to get fucked in the ass?" he teased. I was completely turned
on by now.
      "Yeah," I said, staring at his engorged cock as it thumped on my belly,
the tip, long and sleek, the shaft, straight and thickly veined, wondering
what it would feel like to actually have this boy fucking me.
      "You want me to fuck you in the ass, man?" he asked.
      "Yeah, fuck me in the ass, boy," I replied, defiantly.
      "You want to feel me shooting my load in your ass?" I stared at his
precum pooling in my navel. We were getting louder till we were practically
shouting. I grabbed his cock.
      "Fuck me!" I said, desperately. He quickly got up off me, panting,
staring at me in wonderment, evaluating, his body crimson and quivering on the
brink of orgasm. My God, I thought, staring at him, I really do want this. I
let him turn me over and he poked at my asshole with his cock. His hands ran
along my sides. His body pressed against mine and his cock slipped into me
without resistance. My body quivered and my buttocks clenched tight around
his cock then released, over and over as I caught his rhythm and strove to
feel the full effect of his cock up my ass as he fucked me. My cock rubbed
against the cushions and I thought I was going to blow another load, but more
than that, I began to feel a new sensation, a deeper orgasmic experience than
any I had ever felt before. I was slamming into the couch and Kenny, riding
me, muttered a brief "Oh, God, That's it. I'm coming, I'm coming," his voice
in unison with mine as I shouted, "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" I squeezed his
cock tightly and bucked in ecstasy as he gave me five long thrusts, each one
punctuated with a groan, each one sending a thundering orgasm throughout my
body.
      At last he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me and collapsed. I
thought he was completely spent, but he remained inside me, still hard, gently
humping me. I, on the other hand, was exhausted and merely lay there passively
enjoying what he was doing to me, luxuriating in the sensation of his cum
lubricating my ass. It felt great and, with my face buried in the cushions, I
told him so, telling him he was driving me wild. My words fired him up. I
enjoyed turning him on like this. I detailed every sensation that his young
cock was doing to me and told him to keep it up. I told him what a great fuck
he was and the appreciation made him even hornier. "You're so good!" I said.
He got his rhythm and his pounding became more insistent, his thrusts longer,
till finally, without a word his entire body went hard, every muscle straining,
his clenched hands squeezing my shoulders as he virtually forced himself to
shoot a second load into me. "That was so cool," he said, collapsing on my
back, awash in sweat, his semi-erect cock still inside of me. I didn't want
him to withdraw and, fortunately neither did he. Both exhausted, we drifted
off to sleep.
      As I napped, I became occasionally drawn back briefly to
semi-wakefulness. He was already awake, still inside me, again hard and
continuing to fuck me, more gently this time. I burrowed more deeply into the
couch and drifted off again, periodically spurting cum between the cushions.
His third orgasm of the afternoon was accompanied by a sigh and when he was
finished, he got up off me to get a wet towel in order to rub me down. The
cold towel revived me. In his ablutions he lingered at my ass and told me
he'd really like to fuck me once more. To prove it he stood and displayed his
cock, erect again. But, he explained, his mother would be home soon and he
didn't want to get caught. As I got dressed he explained that he'd almost been
caught when he had seduced his mother's boyfriend and that had scared him.
"Maybe we could get together someday with Tim and both get fucked together,"
he said, grinning and giving my ass a pat as saw me out the door.