"HURRICANE KELLY" from the Files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480

"It looks like they named that new storm coming up the gulf after you, 
Kelly," our crew boss Dirkson smirked as he read the transcript coming 
over the wire. "Says it ain't much of a storm though, so's we can stay 
out here on the rig."

 I looked across the crowded mess hall toward Kelly. He seemed a little 
embarrassed by the attention. After the three weeks on, one week off 
regimen, Kelly had started to look like something the gods had sent for 
my personal pleasure. Working on the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico for 
that length of time can make a young guy of twenty-five, like myself, 
horny as a randy goat. Most of the fellas on board were rigidly straight 
the breeder-intensive sort of jocks who talk about their wives and 
family all the time.

 But this Kelly was a real enigma to me--a boyish youth of eighteen, 
toned and muscled but not too handsome. He was just above five feet 
tall. His glasses did nothing to enhance his features and his teeth were 
gapped. But in his tight little uniform pants, his bulging bone-zone was 
something I couldn't take my eyes off.

 Since young Kelly had come aboard, I'd worked with him every day. I'd 
shown him the ropes of guiding the heavy drilling machinery until he was 
almost as proficient as I. Kelly wasn't much of a conversationalist but 
he was a quick learner.

 He kept pretty much to himself and didn't indulge in all the back-
slapping camaraderie of the rest of our crew. Very shy and introverted 
you might say.

 In fact, Kelly never even took showers at the same time as everyone 
else. He always waited until the other guys were finished before 
entering the communal shower. I'd deliberately dawdled several times but 
he had outwaited me patiently, beyond the point where I could have had a 
legitimate excuse. The one time I managed to be in there the same time 
as he, he'd turned his back and concealed himself the entire time. I 
couldn't risk appearing too obvious, us being workmates and all.

 So I resigned myself to fantasizing over the mouthful of cockhead I 
could see when we worked near each other during the day. I'm sure that 
on more than one occasion he'd noticed the effects he had on my own 
seven incher.

 After the first week of this frustration, I devised a totally foolish 
plan to see him naked. Since he always wore a towel on his way back to 
his tiny cubicle, I planned to turn a blind corner of the hallway and 
bump into him. And in the process, I would drag off his towel.

 I pulled on a loose pair of shorts without any underwear and waited 
nervously around the corner of the hall. I'd tracked Kelly's habits so 
closely that I recognized his quick little footsteps pattering down the 
passageway.

 Just as he reached my hiding place, I nonchalantly stepped around the 
corner, bumped into him and fell clumsily to the floor. I was successful 
in dragging his towel down with me.

 As I lay on my back with my knees bent and my legs cocked open, 
clutching his towel to my chest, Kelly just stood there, facing away 
from me, his glorious assglobes dimpling and quivering with nervousness.

 "Gee, man, I'm sorry," I said to his splendidly magnificent backside. 
He half-twisted his five-foot-four frame toward me and extended his 
hand.

 "S'okay," he mumbled in an ashamed sort of way. But I still hadn't 
gotten a gander at his cock! Which intrigued me more every minute.

 I had fallen in such a way that my dick and balls hung out the side of 
the baggy shorts. Just looking at his trim little rump had started my 
poker to harden. I made sure he saw it as he turned around.

 His face flushed a ruddy crimson, embarrassment writ large upon his 
youthful features.

 "Looks like you've got a problem there, Kelly," I softly said, glaring 
pointedly at his crotch. Indeed, even from my ass-obstructed vantage 
point, I could see he had a half-hard cock.

 I got just a quick glimpse of an immense, uncut cockhead before he 
snatched the towel from me and wadded it before him, dashing off down 
the hall while hurriedly wrapping it about his waist. "Shit!" I swore 
aloud as I got to my feet.

 All that night in the mess hall, I tried to catch his eye with no 
success. It seemed he was deliberately avoiding my questing gaze and 
making an effort to seem preoccupied in a book he was reading. In my 
narrow bunk that night, I jerked off thinking of Kelly.

 The following day was overcast and stormy. Bitter winds blew drizzling 
across the isolated oil rig. In the afternoon, splitting thunder and 
ripping lightning drove us all inside. I sat disconsolate in the game 
room and Kelly was nowhere around.

 By this time, I only wanted to get close to the kid for a little 
companionship. Trying to keep that wholesome thought uppermost in my 
mind, I stealthily made my way to Kelly's cabin. I knocked timidly on 
the door. No answer at first, but then a sleepy, "Who's there?"

 "Clayton," I whispered through the thin partition. It was only seconds 
until the door was opened and Kelly stood there before me. He was 
wearing white shorts and nothing else. I nearly lost my composure when 
he invited me in. It was all I could do to keep from staring at his 
naked young form.

 His whole body was smooth and toned. His wiry young torso was gleaming 
a burnished copper in the warm, soft light. Blond downy fur on his flat, 
concave belly, trailed down into his briefs.

 That old adage I'd always heard, about the little ones packing the 
biggest equipment, was exemplified by Kelly. Every inch of his fat fuck-
tube was outlined beneath the thin material of his cotton shorts. The 
kid was all cock and balls.

 He motioned me to a low-slung chair right next to his bed. He reached 
under the mattress and pulled out a pint of contraband Scotch. Sitting 
on his bed and taking a swig, he offered the bottle to me.

 I was nearly delirious with pleasure at sipping from the same flask as 
he. We talked about our various chores, while outside the storm 
intensified. We sat and drank and talked, sat and drank and talked some 
more.

 I drank enough to broach the matter of his shyness. "Don't you like it 
here, Kelly? Why are you so quiet, so intense?"

 "Just my way," he slowly drawled. "I've always been like that. I guess 
it's because I'm so short."

 Saying that, he stretched and yawned. He lifted up his feet to the side 
of the bed. His crotch was a mounded pack of man muscle between his open 
legs. And I gazed intently at his youthful bounty.

 Emboldened by his show of casual grace, I slipped off my shoes. I 
placed one bare foot between his legs, a scant few inches from his 
Jockey pouch. A pelting downpour from the raging squall drenched his 
window and the thunder raged outside our small confines.

 "I'm scared of storms," he said quietly. "Even on the land. Since I was 
a kid."

 By this time, the world closed in around us. I felt the rocking tremors 
of the bashing waves. The lights flickered and went out. My foot slipped 
up between his thighs. I felt his hardness.

 "Kelly," I whispered.

 "Clayton," he softly responded with a pressing of his loins into the 
sole of my foot. "I'm afraid..."

 I wasn't kidding when I said, "Me too."

 I eased out of the chair and fell into his open arms and we snuggled 
together on the bed. I held him tightly to me and caressed his smooth, 
taut skin. He embraced me in a powerful grip as his cock hardened at my 
groin. I ground against him and felt his heat like a smoldering fire 
pressing into me.

 Kelly slipped out of his shorts while I pulled off my jeans and T-
shirt. His man-child flesh inflamed my passionate lust.

 Kelly's mammoth cock throbbed against my belly and I felt his bull 
balls pressed against me. The storm of our heated coupling competed with 
the fury of the violent tempest which dashed against our cabin.

 Both of Kelly's small hands fisted my swollen cock. I clasped his 
burgeoning root with one callused fist. In the darkness, his cock felt 
like a pulsing lightning rod, overlaid with the smoothest of dick flesh.

 I ate my way down his quivering chest, nipped and suckled at his tight 
nipples. A streaking bolt of lightning illuminated his cock as I held 
its swollen mass aloft. Kelly's monstrous fucktube glistened in the 
darting light. And I made love to his manhood with my lips and tongue. 
Never in all my life had I seen such an organ. The kid's fuck-meat was 
throbbing like an immense pillar of staggering proportions. He was like 
a randy Pan, aroused and lustfully rutting.

 I gnawed hungrily at his bloated prick. I sucked down his shaft to the 
back of my gullet and my throat muscles contracted with each pulsing 
throb of his dick-meat. He arched his trim hips and thrust more cock 
into my face and I nearly cried around his pulsing prick. I ached to be 
united with this boy.

 Sensing that he would get off on authority, I threw all caution to the 
winds and turned him forcibly onto his belly. I clasped his slim 
buttocks in both hands and propelled his slight frame into a dog-like 
crouch. There I palmed his asscheeks apart and licked and laved all over 
his crack. I stabbed at his tight pucker and went for the kiss more 
delectable than any other.

 Like a piranha fish in a feeding frenzy, I spiked and speared my tongue 
inside his funky hole, tasting the bittersweet essence of him.

 Kelly reached behind him and spread his buttcheeks for me. He pushed 
his boy-spheres back onto my face and I ate him out like a starving dog.

 I forced his trembling body to the sheets. There, I ground my thrusting 
cock between his quivering buttocks and hunched against his smooth, 
sweaty ass. My cock knob found his tender hole and I teased and tortured 
him with it.

 He groaned as I worked the flaring head inside. I grabbed him tightly 
about the belly and muscle jerked my way to his soft innards.

 A glaring flash of lightning illuminated our fucking figures. And I 
fucked him all the harder.

 "Take it, boy! Take my dick!" I panted in gasping sighs. "I want to be 
inside you, I wanna cum in your ass!"

 "Oh yeah!" he panted. "Fuck me, man! Fuck me!"

 "Yeah, baby! Yeah!" I moaned into his ear. "I wanna fuck my baby's 
sweet tight ass!"

 I sheathed my cock all the way to my swinging balls and it felt like 
the very core and essence of myself was being sucked out of me and into 
him. Kelly's ass muscles tightened all along my blood-engorged shaft.

 "Fuck me with your hard, stiff cock!" he moaned. I went into the 
rolling motions of a hard boy-fuck and gave him all the cock I had. He 
took it up his ass like a pro.

I really wanted to see the kid shoot his jizz so I athletically turned 
him atop me and twisted his young, supple torso so that he was facing 
me. My cock never left his ass but gyrated deliciously inside him, 
scouring his tender ass-walls.

 Kelly's huge man-meat banged against me like a threatening, fleshy 
hammer and I clasped his waist, bent nearly double and sucked his fleshy 
cock knob. I sucked his huge dick until I fell back on the bed, 
exhilarated and panting.

 The lightning cracked. The thunder boomed and Kelly fucked himself onto 
me with the force of a hurricane.

 "Cum in me, man! Cum in me," he screamed wildly. He pumped his ass back 
and forth, around and around, up and down on my rock-hard prick like a 
bucking young colt. I savagely mauled his torso and asscheeks. He 
reached behind and took hold of my plunging root. He squeezed my nuts 
and dug one finger up my asshole. I blew it then.

 Matching my hip thrusts stroke for stroke, Kelly started creaming. He 
threw back his head and groaned as a gusher of cum shot over my heaving 
belly and onto my panting chest. A moment later, I reared back, arched 
my upthrust hips and ground my cock deep inside his hot butt.

 Cock-sauce flushed out of my rolling balls and flooded his young and 
trembling hole.

 But there was more in him. His gigantic prick was still unloading shot 
after steaming shot of cock juice which pelted my chest, shoulders and 
face.

 Finally he collapsed on top of me and I held him fast while the storm 
outside raged on. In the stillness and the dark, I loved his subsiding 
tremors. He snuggled his perspiring head into my shoulder and kissed me, 
then left his lips there half opened.

 "In school they always laughed at me and said I was a freak," he softly 
said. "No girl would ever let me fuck her. The boys all called me 
'Donkey Dick'."

 "Oh, you poor kid," I gently chided, tousling his soft, black hair. The 
eye of the storm passed over us and lasted about an hour.

 Kelly quit shortly after that and I haven't seen him since. But he's 
sure as hell on my mind. Hurricane Mike is off the tip of Florida and 
there's this guy here with that name.