Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 17:49:51 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Duck Pond Boy  -  C4

Chapter Four

I carried him to my bed and carefully laid him face down. Pulling down his
shorts I saw blood oozing from his crack. Kenny closed his eyes and
whimpered, "It hurts."

Gently pushing the two orbs apart I washed him with lukewarm water. The
facecloth soon became saturated with a combination of blood, feces and cum
. I felt absolutely helpless. All I could come up with was, "I wish I could
have been there."

His eyes still closed he moaned, "Me too."

Blood was still seeping from his sphincter. I was afraid to probe inside
for fear of doing further damage. I warned him, "If you are still bleeding
in the morning I am taking you to a hospital."

Kenny immediately became animated. "No! You can't! They will call the
police and all hell will break loose."

Kenny may have been correct in the problems it may cause but on the other
hand I knew if there was serious damage inside the wound could become life
threatening. Rather than upset him further I decided to wait until morning.

"Stay by my side," he whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere," I assured him.

While Kenny eventually and mercifully found sleep I stayed awake the rest
of the night. Every hour or so I bathed him once more. At one point I
applied fresh gauze to his orifice applying as much pressure as I dare
hoping to stem the flow. I wasn't sure it helped much.

As the light of a new day began to flood the RV the bleeding slowly
ceased. Kenny soon awoke and with difficulty was able to roll onto his
backside. "I'm still sore," he complained.

"How many were there?" I inquired.

Kenny grimaced again before speaking. "I dunno, maybe six or seven. I lost
count."

I found myself filling with rage as I racked my brain for a reasoned
response.

We spent a quiet day recuperating. I catered to his every whim. Rather than
get up I allowed him to use a pee bottle. Thankfully he had no urge to take
a bowel movement. I managed to get him to eat some scrambled egg and
toast. When evening came I knew he would be staying the night. We didn't
even discuss it.

The next morning he was feeling better. He was even able to walk to the
couch. He felt like talking. "I don't know if I could go through another
experience like that one. I tried to get here but I realized that Bob was
following me. I didn't want him to know about you or the RV park so I went
to the mall instead. I tried to hide but he caught me and almost broke my
arm. He forced me to go to his house. His parents were away at some police
chief convention in Philadelphia or something. He called all of his buddies
over and...and..."

Kenny began to convulse and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He
couldn't go on. He reached for me with outstretched arms and I soothed him
by rubbing a hand over his bare back.

"That's okay Kenny. You don't need to tell me any more."

He didn't bother dressing again. I propped up some fresh pillows on the
couch and allowed him his choice of TV program. I sat in a nearby chair and
watched him. While I was still very concerned for his health his naked form
was a feast for my eyes. I couldn't help myself. Once again I drank in
every detail.

About two in the afternoon he staggered onto his feet and unsteadily
wandered about for the first time. He helped himself to some orange
juice. He came back grinning and quietly stated, "Let's go to bed."

Like a robot I followed him to the bedroom, stripped and then lay down
beside him. He reached over and took hold of my member.

"You don't have to Kenny," I told him.

He responded, "But I want to."

He propped himself up on one elbow and began to examine me as if he was
seeing it for the first time.

"How long is it?" he inquired.

"Almost nine inches," I responded.

"Whew, that's big!" he whistled.

"Well you better get used to it," I suggested, "My guess is you are going
to have a damn big one yourself!"

He grinned, "That would be great." He continued to stare at my appendage
before continuing. "I'd like to suck it for you but I don't think I can get
it in my mouth. Can I jerk you off instead?"

"Only if you want to," I reminded him.

"Of course I do. I want to make you happy."

I inwardly shook my head in amazement. With all the pain and suffering he
was experiencing he was still concerned about making me happy.

With that he wrapped his right hand around my shaft just below the
helmet. He became a whir of activity. He furrowed his brow and stuck out an
inch of tongue between his teeth. Once again I tried to hold off and enjoy
his work for as long as possible. Once again I failed. My climax was quick
and pronounced.

"Ohhhh...Here it comes!" I warned him.

The first wave gushed out landing on my stomach. He continued to pump and
additional waves draped the back of his fingers and hand.

Kenny looked into my eyes and with an inquisitive half expectant expression
asked, "How was that?"

I knew him well enough now to know that he was not seeking praise. Kenny
genuinely cared about others. He'd shown that quality to me in many
ways. To me it was one of his most endearing qualities.

Thinking of a lot more than the sexual release I exclaimed, "You are more
wonderful than words can express!"

He let out a deep sigh and then reaching for a towel from the bedside stand
he carefully cleaned us both. He then placed his head on my chest, the top
of it resting just beneath my chin. His far arm wrapped around me.

Strangely the care he showed for others did not seem to extend to his own
family. If Kenny was to continue to spend copious amounts of time with me I
had to find out more about his home life. It was time to probe and I told
Kenny of my concerns.

"I have no father," he admitted. "He left when I was two. Mom doesn't know
where he is. Mom used to have a great job managing a large insurance
office. She raised me good. But about three years ago she started acting
strangely. I know now that she got on drugs. She lost her job and we had to
move to the crummy apartment we're in now. Stuff started disappearing. She
even sold my bike. Now she fucks anyone that comes to the door for a few
bucks so she can get more crack. She doesn't give a damn about me
anymore. Sometimes she so zonked she doesn't recognize me. That's how she
was the day Bob dragged me out of the house."

"Do you still love her?" I asked gently.

Kenny paused. I saw fresh tears. "Yeah. I do. She's my mom," was his simple
explanation.

He was losing it again. I waited until he gathered up his emotions before
continuing. "What happens when you go home?"

"I clean up some. I look around for money. If I find any I wash her clothes
at the laundromat and buy food. I cook for her too, Sometimes she eats it
and sometimes she doesn't. I worry a lot."

I was glad Kenny couldn't see my tears. All the pieces were fitting
together now. I could understand why at times he was upset with his
mother. And yet through it all his empathy for her knew no bounds and I
loved Kenny for it."

"When you see your mother again I'll give you enough money so that you can
tend to all of her needs."

Kenny furrowed his brow and responded, "You don't have to do that. This is
my problem."

"No, it's not your problem," I corrected, "It is our problem. It will be a
pleasure to help you."

Kenny lit up the room with his smile and replied," I'm awful lucky to have
found you!"

I suggested, "your luck was way over due!"

He continued to lay his head on my chest. He was still recuperating. He
closed his eyes and within a few moment his breathing became laboured. I
waited a while to make sure he was asleep. Then I lay him outstretched and
covered him with a sheet. I turned off the light and closed my eyes.