Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 10:32:33 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Duck Pond Boy  -  C5

Chapter five

As the fog of sleep slowly cleared I became aware of Kenny mauling my
organ. Opening my eyes to mere slits I observed him. Holding up my member
gently with one hand he was bent over the glans and probing every nook and
cranny with his tongue. The feeling was electric and I could feel my precum
rise to the surface. Spotting the the translucent beads his tongue
immediately wiped them off. Now moving his grip to the base of my cock he
squeezed and moved his hand up. I guessed he was trying to force more
precum to the surface. Now opening his mouth as wide as he could he bent
down in a clear attempt to swallow the entire glans. His teeth scraped me
slightly but I did not let on. He found some relief when he was able to
reach the shaft. He continued another half inch or so and then stopped. He
tried his best to swirl his tongue around my cock in what had to have been
a very crowded mouth. As much as I was enjoying the sensation I was fearful
he could hurt himself. It was time to awake.

"What a great way to wake up!" I chortled.

Kenny drew off immediately and shouted, "I did it! I did it! I got it all
in. Did you see?"

"I sure did," I praised. "It felt wonderful."

Kenny crawled up beside me and I wrapped an arm around him. My hand drifted
over his chest and stomach. I loved the feel of his soft flesh.

"You make me feel all fuzzy and warm," Kenny purred, "I really feel safe
here too."

His comment as welcome as it was, was also a wake up call to me. I had to
warn him of the future. I had to be fair.

"You know I don't live in Florida don't you Kenny."

Kenny immediately frowned. "Yeah, I know."

"You know then what that means will happen one day don't you."

"I don't want to think about it," he responded.

I didn't want to ruin his day so I dropped the subject. At least I felt I
had breached a problem that eventually had to be faced. I was dreading the
day that I had to take the next step.

"We have things to accomplish today. We have to get up."

"Like what?" he queried.

"Well for one thing I'm getting tired of looking at those sexy green shorts
of yours. It's time I bought you a new wardrobe."

He looked up and peered into me with those sparkling eyes of his and said,
"You don't have to keep buying stuff for me"

"Kenny I haven't told you before but money is no problem for me. I want to
help you as much as I can. You are under my skin. I ... I love you."

Kenny added a radiant smile to his sparkling eyes. "That makes me feel even
warmer inside. I guess that means I love you too huh?"

We found each other's lips and I rolled his naked frame on top of me. We
held each other in a passionate embrace. I hadn't felt this way since my
high school days with Jerry. We lay there for a long time before I finally
stirred once more.

"You know Kenny I think I hear some very hungry ducks quacking. You haven't
fed them for a few days. I'm sure they miss you. Are you healed enough to
get back to a normal routine?"

"Yeah I'm feeling okay today. And you're right I would like to feed the
ducks."

I smiled and told him, "I put together some bread and some stale muffins
last night. You'll find the bag on the kitchen counter. I'm going to get my
paper and I'll pick you up as I go to the showers."

Thirty minutes later the two of us were luxuriating under the warm torrents
of water. The bar of soap was for me just a prop, another excuse to massage
his wondrous body once more. As I reached his rigid member he looked up at
me with that look.

"Please," he said simply.

I slipped down and took him in running my lips back and forth over the
flared ridge of his mushroom. Kenny leaned back against the wall for
support. I continued filling my own desires and hoping, like Jerry, he
could hold off for a while. However like a typical thirteen year old he
soon began to moan his ecstasy. He thrust his hips forward at the exact
moment of climax. I savoured every precious drop and let them linger there
in my mouth before finally swallowing.

It was well after eleven before we reached the mall. Credit card in hand we
visited one store after another. I had to keep prodding Kenny to buy
more. In the end we walked home with three new shirts, a pair of levis, a
new pair of green shorts, three pair of underwear, three pair of socks and
a pair of Nike running shoes. Kenny particularly loved his new shoes and if
he was happy then so was I.

Kenny sweetly asked if he could keep most of his new wardrobe in the RV. I
cleaned out a drawer and made some cupboard space.  After supper I lay down
on the couch and Kenny insisted on joining me there. He began to tease me
by running a hand up and down the inside of my leg.

"You know," I reminded him. "you haven't seen your mother now for a few
days."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about her. I think I'll go about midnight. Bob
should be asleep by then."

I fished out three twenty dollar bills and handed them to Kenny. "Here put
these in your pocket," I told him.

Shaking his head from side to side he remarked, "That's way too much."

"Look," I explained, "Use what you need. If there is money left over you
can put it in your pocket. If you would prefer to give me the change that's
okay too."

"I think..." Kenny began.

He never finished his thought. Someone was pounding on the RV door so hard
I felt the door may be in danger of collapsing. My heart pounded in my
chest. It had to be the police! I looked at Kenny and saw that he looked as
scared as I was. I tried to stay calm if only for Kenny's sake.

"I think it's the police I gasped, "Stay calm. We have done nothing
wrong. Let me do the talking."

As I got up an even more fearsome pounding ensued followed by a yell. "Let
me in or I will kick the fucking door in!"

I looked at Kenny. He looked back in stark terror. "That's not the
police. That's Bob!"

With the commotion he was making there was no doubt someone in the park was
bound to call the police. I had to let him in.