Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 01:56:07 +0000
From: carl_holiday@att.net
Subject: High School: Kiel's Story Chapter 6

This story concerns teenage gay males who may be involved in sexual
situations. If it is illegal for you to read such stories, or if you do
not like to read such stories, please leave now.

This story is copyright 2006 by the author who retains all rights.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either
are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This is my first submission to Nifty. Any comments or questions are
welcome at: carl_holiday@att.net

A warm thank you goes out to all who've written. I appreciate knowing
someone is actually reading this stuff. To those who wrote wanting vile
things to happen to Tim, well, everyone has problems and Tim has had his
share, too.



Kiel's Story

by Carl Holiday

Chapter 6 -- Tim is not Kiel

I don't know if Tim was nervous when he rang our front doorbell, but I
was when I opened the door. He was wearing a loose, long-sleeved green
and blue plaid, flannel shirt; faded blue jeans a little tight in the
crotch and tight enough across his ass to make me want to touch it, which
I didn't; and shiny, black penny loafers with white socks. He was
smiling, showing off the results of good, expensive orthodontia. We stood
there a moment staring at each other.

     "Are you going to invite me in?" Tim asked.

     "Uh, yeah, sure. You're early."

     "It's 12:15, that's afternoon most places."

     "Come on up to my room," I said, closing the door. "You've never
been here."

     "I think maybe once with Stevie. Do you miss him?"

     "Not as much as I used to. After finding out he was fucking you and
practically not doing anything in return, and considering we only sucked
each other, I've been thinking he wasn't as great a friend as I
thought."

     "Yeah, but I like being fucked," Tim said, sitting down on my bed.
"Is you mother home?"

     "She's still at church with Sally," I said, starting to take off
my church clothes. "There's some kind of children's program this
afternoon. I told her you were taking me out so I could fuck you and she
let me come home early."

     "You didn't!"

     "No, but I thought about it when I did come up with an excuse," I
said, pulling off my pants. I was down to briefs and t-shirt. Knowing
Tim's short fuse, I wondered if he was up a little rehearsal. I sat down
beside him. "Would you like something before we go?"

     "Um, well, yeah, but I was hoping we could get out of here before
Kiel notices."

     "They don't get home from church until after one," I said,
undoing his belt. "Stand up, knowing you, this'll only take a second."

     "Gee, thanks, I appreciate your confidence in me."

     "God, Tim, you're already hard."

     "I've been that way practically all morning, thinking about what
was going to happen today."

     "You've got a nice dick," I said before wrapping my lips around
the head.

     "It's too small," Tim said.

     "The length's okay, but you don't have any thickness," I said
after pulling off for a moment. He was wearing yellow and pale green
striped boxers. Of the kids I knew and seen in gym, Tim was the only boy
I knew who wore boxers. I liked the way they concealed everything until
it was time. I pulled his jeans down, but left the boxers up.

     "You'd better watch out I'm about ready to lose it," Tim said.

     I set my lips and tongue back to work savoring the softness of his
skin, the sweet smell of him. I slipped a hand up the back leg of his
boxers and felt him tense.

     "Damn it, Geoff! Oh, God."

     Tim's voice trailed off as his cock stiffened in my mouth and hot
come splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed, taking him down
my throat as the orgasm shuddered through his body. I kept him in my
mouth until he finished as I slowly, softly caressed his cloth covered
ass with my hand. I imagined the possibilities those boxers offered as
they were definitely a turn on.

     "What about you?" Tim asked as I pulled up his jeans and buttoned
him up.

     "I'm in the mood for fucking today," I said, getting to my feet.
"I'll be ready in a minute. How long are your parents going to be
out?"

     "I don't know. We're going to my sister's apartment down at Lake
Woodin."

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We headed straight down to Oak Park Boulevard to Eightieth where Tim
turned left. At Meridian he went right and down the hill to Lake Woodin
Boulevard. I'd have gone on down Oak Park to where it turned into Aurora
at the city line and turned left onto Lake Woodin, but I wasn't driving.

     His sister's yellow brick apartment building looked old like it had
been there since the cities of North Park and Seattle settled the
argument of who owned Lake Woodin by circling the lake with a park to be
administered by the county. In the heady days between WWI and the Great
Depression, many apartment bui ldings were built at the North Park
trolley junction on the north side of the lake. The apartment building we
parked in front of was a block away from the lake and a hundred dollars a
month cheaper than those on the boulevard facing the lake.

     We hadn't talked since leaving my house. Tim seemed out of sorts as
if I offended him by sucking his cock. My intention, which I had no
intention of telling him, was to dull his response a little. I wanted him
to last a little longer than a couple seconds. I wanted a little pleasure
in giving him an orgasm, rather than having to respond quickly because
his dick was unexpectedly coming. I wanted to feel that I was doing
something other than just being there.

     It surprised me a little when Tim had a key to the apartment and it
was on his key ring. I was more surprised when he didn't even knock.

     Directly inside was the living room. There were coved ceilings, a
bay window, a large well worn over-stuffed sofa, a dark cherry coffee
table, and a turquoise side chair. This could've been 1924 except for TV
on a rickety metal stand in the corner. Pictures on the walls and
knickknacks around the room told me this was a woman's apartment, but
there seemed to be something else, some hint of another occupant. Then we
turned left into a small hallway leading to a closet, a bathroom, and two
other doors, one of which opened to Tim's room.

     This room was much different than the bedroom where Tim raped me.
That room had been plain compared to this one. There were black and white
posters of Hollywood stars on all the walls; model airplanes hung from
the ceiling in various arrangements that made them look like they were
landing, taking off, or engaged in aerial combat; the bed was a double
and had a red cotton bedspread with navy blue squares of varying sizes
stitched across it like some kind of insane quilt; and there was a bottle
of lube and a box of rubbers on the nightstand. The teenage boy who lived
in this room obviously was cautious about what went up his butt.

     Then I saw the Corsair. The model wasn't flying, it was mounted on
a clear plastic stand. The detailing was more than perfect with oil
stains, worn paint, and half spent munitions. There wasn't a pilot. I
couldn't help but to get in close to examine it.

     "That was my uncle's plane," Tim said behind me. "He was shot
down in the war. He lives up on Beacon Hill near the Veterans Hospital.
He lost his lower right leg, dick and balls, and left hand. I go to see
him once in a while, on weekends when he isn't working at the
hospital."

     "Does he have any medals?" I asked. My dad had a Purple Heart.

     "Yeah, a bunch. I guess he was some kind of hero or something. He
has a lot of friends who were shot up in the war just like him."

     "You sound a little sad talking about him."

     "He takes me to the pool at Thornton Creek Country Club and I've
seen him naked. It's not a pretty sight. War is something I definitely
never want to get involved in. Bullets do bad things to people."

     "Yeah, but to fly a Corsair. That must have been something. Taking
off from a carrier out in the middle of the ocean, then coming back in to
land, damn some guys have all the luck. With my glasses, I'll be lucky
to get to sweep floors on a carrier."

     "I didn't think they let queers in the military."

     "Well, it's not like I'm going to tell them."

     "Stick your cock up some sailor's ass and they'll know."

     "Speaking of which, come here," I said, turning to him and
planting my lips on his. He suddenly pulled away. "What's the matter?"

     "I've never kissed a guy before, not on the lips, anyway."

     "But you fuck, you have to kiss, too."

     "No one's ever kissed me. They might stick their cock up my ass,
but no one's ever put their lips to mine."

     "But you fuck," I said, looking at him as if there was something
wrong. Then I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Tim looked
younger, a lot younger than sixteen. He looked practically like a twelve
year old, maybe thirteen. I had to know. "When was the first time you
fucked?"

     "Tennis camp three years ago. We, Stevie and I, were rooming
together in this college dorm down in Southern California. Stevie got
real chummy with one of the instructors. I think Stevie was sucking the
guy's dick. Anyway, about halfway through Stevie invited me to go with
him to the instructor's apartment. They got me drunk. Then, well, then
they, both of them, fucked me. Then kept doing it, Geoff. One would get
off, then a couple minutes later the other would go at it. We went to the
instructor's apartment every night after that. Then when we got home,
Stevie was coming over to my house or I was going to his, and he
continued to fuck me."

     "You don't like being fucked, do you?"

     "Not really, but I know you want to, so it's okay."

     He looked just like a kid who was about to be spanked by his dad for
something he'd done earlier in the day. Well, as much as I wanted to
shove my dick up where it belonged, I wasn't Stevie and had no intention
of becoming someone that disgusting.

     "Come on," I said, taking Tim's hand and leading him over to the
bed. I squatted down and took of his shoes and socks. Then I stood up and
unbuttoned his shirt, undid his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. In a
moment he was standing in front of me with nothing on except his boxers.
I was reluctant to remove them. For some reason, seeing him in nothing
except those made him very, very appealing to me. I was hard as a rock
and stripped as quickly as I could.

     "I think it's time someone showed you some of the more pleasurable
parts of guy sex," I said, pulling down his boxers. Then I saw him as
I've never seen him before. He really was a little kid. Obviously,
puberty was taking its time with Tim.

     I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. My lips started on
his forehead and worked their way down and around his face. I came close,
but not too close, to his soft, tender lips. My hands floated across the
soft skin on Tim's back reaching down occasionally to knead his ass
cheeks. When my lips finally zeroed in on his, he was ready. Actually, he
was more ready than I was. I felt the spasms course through Tim's body
as another orgasm spewed hot come onto both of us.

     "Sorry," Tim said, trying to pull out of our embrace.

     "There's nothing to be sorry about," I said, holding him, not
wanting him to get away that easily. Personally, I think he was trying
too hard, practically forcing himself to have orgasms to get it over
with, but I had all afternoon to have mine and I wasn't in any hurry.
And, I wasn't going to fuck him, either. "Come on, lie down on the
bed."

     We kissed and touched and licked and caressed each other until I
didn't think he could come anymore. I never imagined a kid could produce
that much semen, we were practically swimming in the stuff.

     "Use your hand to get me off," I said as I rolled onto my back.
"Come on, I know you like the feel of it."

     I certainly loved the feel of his soft hand around my cock. He came
just about the time I did and neither of us was touching his cock. It did
it all on its own.

     "Thank you for not doing me like Stevie did," Tim said after
wiping our come up with a damp washcloth. "I kind of liked doing what we
did."

     "Sex is supposed to be mutual, Tim. It's not supposed to be one
sided. I can't imagine how you put up with that dickhead. I'd have cut
him off a long time ago if I'd known what he was doing to you."

     "That instructor told me I had to let Stevie do that to me. It was
supposed to help his game, or some shit like that. I actually believed it
at first. After a year or so I realized Stevie wasn't interested in me
any more than having a convenient place to shove his cock, but by then I
couldn't figure out how to end it."

     Then he surprised me. I'd gotten hard again, mostly because he
hadn't stopped rubbing my cock. Before I could say anything, Tim put a
rubber on me, lubed it up, and straddled me before easing himself down
onto my erection. His little dick was still hard and I started to lightly
stroke it. I could feel it throbbing in my hand as I felt Tim tighten his
ass around my cock. Slow and steady, slow and steady Tim pulled himself
off then settled back down.

     I took my hand away from his cock and began to massage his inner
thighs, working my thumbs into his tender, nearly hairless skin from
mid-thigh up to his groin and up over his cock stopping before the head,
then returning to mid-thigh. He was breathing harder as his orgasm
approached. I didn't know whether he was giving himself one, or if I was
doing anything to help, but as soon as come shot out I grabbed his cock
and stroked it, milking everything he had left.

     Tim collapsed down onto my come covered chest and abdomen just as I
came. I put my arms around him and held him to me as I lost myself in
short, quick thrusts into his young ass.

     "I've never done that," Tim whispered in my ear. "Done it like
that to make myself come. I kind of liked doing it that way. Thank you."

     "Hey, no problem, okay? That's what friends are for, right?"

     "Yeah, I guess. You'd like to be my friend, like Kiel?"

     "Not like Kiel."

     "Huh?"

     "He said you two weren't having sex."

     "Nah, we play tennis and hang out, mostly. We've done a couple
models together."

     "Well, knowing how athletic he is, it's not surprising he plays
tennis, too, but the modeling is a surprise."

     "Do you build models?"

     "I stopped a couple years ago. I didn't know anyone who was doing
that kind of stuff, so I lost interest, I guess."

     "Maybe, you and Kiel and I can get together sometime and build
something. Then Kiel and I can have our way with you."

     "I'd like that, but you'll have to convince Kiel to fuck me."

     "You want that donkey dick up your ass?"

     "I called it a donkey dick and he practically killed me."

     "Better you than me."

     "What the killing or the fucking?"

     "Both."

     Tim put his lips to mine and we kissed and kissed and kissed and we
came again, Tim twice.