Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2012 15:57:51 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Duck Pond Boy  C2

Chapter two

 I was pleasantly surprised to see him by his post at the pond the next
morning. His outfit was identical to the one he had worn the previous
day. As I approached, toiletries in hand I called out, "Good morning."


"Hi!" He beamed back while tossing another morsel into the maelstrom.


"I noticed that you seem to like to feed that old duck off to the side."


"Yeah, he's my favourite. He gets bullied by all the other ducks." He
paused and then added, "Like me."


I sat silently on the cool grass beside him and reflected on his
introspection.


He continued, "I make sure he gets lots."


I glanced at his smoothly tapered limbs. He was a little on the gangly side
and I guessed that he had begun a growth spurt. I also observed that dirt
seemed to be ground into his skin. In my mind I questioned whether or not
his parents were taking sufficient care of him.


Putting out my hand I said, "It's about time I introduced myself. I'm
Jeremy, Jeremy Brown."


He put his bag down, stuck out his hand and shook mine. "I'm Kenny Robson."
he grinned.


We talked mostly small stuff for the next several minutes. He had just
turned thirteen. He liked school but he sure didn't like girls. When the
topic swung to his family however he quickly clammed up. I got the message.


"Look," I finally said, "I'm going to take my morning shower. Why don't you
come and take one too?"


I don't know why I asked him. It wasn't planned. It just came out. Perhaps
I felt sorry about his appearance and wanted to help. Perhaps I was more
attracted to the boy than I was willing to admit. I also hoped that he
hadn't taken the suggestion as an insult.


Kenny turned his attention back to the ducks. "I can't," he responded.


"And why not?" I persisted.


"I... I... I don't live here." He said quietly continuing to look away.


"That's a surprise. Then why are you here?"

"I live in the city several blocks from here. I just like the peace and
quiet here. I think a lot. I also like to feed the ducks. The owners don't
mind."


His explanation answered several questions for me. I guessed he was from a
troubled home and being cared for none too well. "Well Kenny," I smiled,
"Right now you are my official guest and as my guest you are entitled to a
shower if you want one. I have lots of extra towels in the RV."


He turned his head back to me and smiled sweetly, "That would be nice."


A short time later we entered the facility an extra towel and a bottle of
shampoo in hand. I was concerned however. My member was not behaving and my
state of arousal would be obvious to him. I was trying to formulate a plan
to maintain my dignity but my head was empty. Kenny came to the rescue.


As I began to strip he asked, "Will you wash my hair please?"


In order to fill his request I surmised that we would have to be in the
same cubicle. Was he being practical or was he seeking opportunity? I
guessed that there was a reasonable chance that he too was aroused. His
satin shorts seemed to confirm it.


"Of course, I'd like to," I replied.


Kenny was devoid of modesty. He peeled off his shorts in front of me. He
had been wearing no underwear. His cock was like his body, long and
lithe. About the width of a quarter it stood at attention a proud five
inches or so. A red velvet bag containing two ample orbs swung below. I
forced my eyes up past a narrow bush and a deep set innie. I saw the
beginnings of a muscular chest. Continuing up I reached his beaming face.


"Well, what do you think of me?"


"Wow," I acknowledged, "You are some kind of handsome!"


Kenny grinned some more and exclaimed, "I knew it. I just knew it!"


"What did you know?" I asked perplexed.


"You're gay!" Kenny blurted out.


It was my turn to stammer. "I... I... I... You're very observant Kenny." I
offered. I saw no point in hiding my sexuality.


"That's okay. I think I am too," he admitted. "At least I am so far."


The topic demanded further exploration but I was concerned about other
parties coming to use the showers and I told him so. I turned the taps to
the desired levels, stripped and we entered the cubicle together.


As the water cascaded upon us Kenny visually examined me anew. He
announced, "Whew, you're even bigger than yesterday. You got a whopper."


"You have nothing to be ashamed of," I advised. "You're a good size for
thirteen."


"Yeah I keep measuring it. It's an inch longer than it was four months
ago."


I placed a generous amount of shampoo on my hands and began to massage his
scalp. For his part and without asking Kenny began to soap up my chest. He
had the touch of a masseur. As his fingers ran lightly over my chest I
could feel my state of arousal heighten. It wasn't long before he began to
move downwards. The further he went the more aroused I became. There was no
doubt in my mind, this kid was turning me on big time. By the time he
reached my pubes I had lost all semblance of control. He brazenly grasped
my cock with one hand and applied generous amounts of soap with the
other. Wrapping his fingers around it he slowly began a jacking motion.


"There, how does that feel?" he purred.


I couldn't believe what this kid was doing to me not just physically but
emotionally as well. The Gods had blessed me with a sexually aroused angel!
Trying to sound in control I groaned, "If you keep that up it could spit at
you."


"I hope so. Go ahead," he urged, "We're in the shower."


I continued to shampoo his head pretending to ignore the action below. As I
began to rinse out the soap from his scalp I could ignore him no
longer. Kenny was determined to make me cum. Squeezing harder he was
pumping vigorously.


"Ohhhh," I moaned as I slipped back using the shower wall for support. I
closed my eyes and thrust my hips forward. I felt my seed
rise. "Ohhhh... shit," I gasped as the first burst hit Kenny just above his
navel.


Kenny continued to pump as more thick white cream spewed out, most of it
falling to the shower floor.


"I gotcha," Kenny grinned clearly proud of his achievement. He was so sweet
with everything he said and did. He just oozed personality.


Without commenting I spun him around and began to lather his back. I
applied soap liberally to his hairless armpits. Moving downwards I slid
towards his buttocks. I massaged each mound carefully and Kenny leaned
backwards to accept my attention. My two middle fingers entered his crevice
and caressed his sphincter. Kenny softly moaned as I lingered there a
moment. Returning to the front I soaped his chest, then slipped down
again. Reaching his erection I began to masturbate him immediately. I was
mesmerized as I ran a generous amount of skin back and forth over the
mushroomed head. In less than a minute his moaning increased and he grew
unsteady on his feet. I wrapped my free hand around his ass and drew him
closer. As he began to cry out his climax I drew him even closer forcing
his organ to become jammed between us. I grabbed both ass cheeks and ground
my body against his in a circular motion. With his head now against my
chest he continued to express his ecstasy. He then collapsed his entire
weight against me.


He lay there a moment or two and then looked up. "I loved the way you did
that. It really felt great!"


"If you are happy then so am I," I responded. "You know Kenny I'm getting
very fond of you in a hurry. It's not just because of the sex. You are a
very likeable boy!"


"I really like you too," Kenny enthused, "I wish I had a father like you."


I laughed, "I look that old huh?"


We finished our shower and moments later we were strolling passed the duck
pond. "I'm hungry," I admitted, "What do you say we walk over to the local
diner for breakfast?"


Casey's Diner was authentically designed in the style of the fifties
complete with high back private booths. Kenny selected a hungry man
breakfast complete with eggs, bacon, ham, sausages, and hash browns. He
smothered everything in dollops of ketchup. He sure knew how to eat. It was
time to find out more about him.


"I don't have any friends," He admitted, "unless you want to count Bob."


"I don't understand that. A boy as marvelous as you should have loads of
friends."


"I used to but Bob took care of that," he replied.


"Go on," I urged.


"Bob would find anyone I made friends with. He would beat them up or
worse. He'd tell them to stay away from me or they would get more of the
same. So they do and now no one wants to come near me."


"And this Bob," I probed, "How does he treat you?"


"He calls me his fuck queen. He always finds me, I don't know how he does
it." Tears were beginning to cascade down Kenny's face.


"He even came to my house once and dragged me out."


I furrowed my brow before commenting, "Didn't your parents do anything?"


"They don't care," he sniveled.


I found this very puzzling but I decided to pass on delving more into his
home life. Instead I wanted to know more about this Bob. I cringed inwardly
at the expected response but I had to confirm it. "What does this Bob do to
you?"


"What do you think he does to me? He fucks me. That's what. He's not as
long as you but it's just as fat and it hurts. Sometimes he does it twice
before he lets me go. Sometimes he calls his buddies over. Three, four,
sometimes six of them take turns fucking me. I'm so sore when they finish I
can't sit down."


I was ruining the last of his breakfast. He was still crying. I suggested
we stop for the day. He insisted on continuing.


"They keep telling me that if I rat on them they will take me into the
woods, strip me and leave me tied to a tree. Bob's mean enough that I know
he'd do it," Kenny sobbed.


"You poor guy," I offered weakly, "Was there no one you could have gone to
for help?"


"Oh I forgot to tell you," Kenny explained, "Bob is the son of the local
police chief!" Kenny paused and wiped some tears away.


It was the worst case of abuse I had ever heard of. I vowed to Kenny that
somehow we would get revenge. The problem at this juncture was that I had
absolutely no idea as to how I would accomplish it.