Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2011 10:18:09 +0000
From: Jake Audio <jakeaudio@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kenny part 4

Thanks for the great site. This is part of the Kenny series.

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If you haven't read the first parts please read them first. I hope you like
this series.

This part is called: "Support Group".

Some of you may know where this is going. But the journey is longer than I
realized till I started to spell it out.

three years later...about the last part. I'm now 61 and Kenny is 20.

Kenny was now fully grownup physically. His facial hair was like mine. He
had to shave everyday. He looked like my twin in every way but a slight
tanned skin.  Him and his wife Tina now had three kids along with Kenny
III. They were very prolific you could say. The three kids that Tina had
were lighter than her.  You couldn't tell if they were white, black or
Spanish. When I was referring to Kenny's mom; she was only slightly
tanned. Her grandparent were from Spain.  They didn't consider themselves
Hispanic. They were Spaniard and so they had a different attitude about
being American.

His mother had passed down to Kenny that he was an American.  He never saw
himself as anything but that. He only spoke English. Why am I saying
this. Well to let you know that at Times even Tina passed for Hispanic.
She was pretty even thought she was fat. Kenny only saw beauty. I never
said a word.

Remember what I said before. I now dedicated my life to...Kenny's
happiness. So I didn't care about anything else. He was a good father.  He
knew he wouldn't be able to really work at a big important job. He did get
one at a local restaurant because he wanted to help out.  It also got him
out the house Tina said. I stayed out of their way and started to like
being grandfather again.

Why am I mentioning all this...Well...I don't know.

Anyway Kenny's now 20 and doing fine. I was glad to be just the
grandfather. But then I got a call from my friend June. Her husband had
just died of a heart attack.  She was calling about coming to see me. We
had remained close over the years. She also knew I had been through loosing
a spouse. I would understand.  When she came over she looked terrible. She
had always been able to talk to me about anything.
    "He just went to work when I got a call he was dead..." She broke into
tears. I hugged he and she finally stopped.  She looked at me with pleading
in her eyes as she spoke.
    "How did you deal with Sharon when...?" She couldn't say it.
    "Well I cried a lot, got drunk, had a lot sex with a few girls I met. I
think I should have skipped the sex, got VD from one of them. It could have
been aids."
    "How long before you felt normal?"
    "Never, I still miss her. But I got past it. Then three years later my
life changed with Kenny."
    "Marry me Ken?"
    "What?"  I just sat there stunned. She was serious I could see it in
her face.
    "Look stay the night. You might find out I'm lousy in bed. Plus..."
    "OK, but think about it. I wanted to be with you for years. Did I wish
my husband..."
    "NO, he was overweight. I had talked to him a number of times myself
about that."  She settled down and I fixed dinner. Kenny and Tina had gone
to her families home for the weekend with all 4 kids. She talked the whole
time and I just listened.  By the time we had finished eating She was
better. I was going to sleep on the couch but she would let me. She asked
for a strong alcoholic drink.  I got us both one. We went to bed and had
sex. It was great.

The next morning she seemed different. She still wanted me to marry her. We
were both 61 now I wasn't sure about it.  Then at breakfast she mentioned
something about how I should be in a support group for parents of mentally
challenged kids.  I knew it all she said when it came to dealing with that
kind of stuff. I wasn't sure, but because of her delicate situation I said
I would check into it.  She had started to call me on that she said when
she found out about her husband's death.
    "If you come along I'll go."
    "Sure."

She had brought a bag in her car of a change of things. We both showered
and finally got out of the house around 1pm. We arrived at the meeting just
before it started.  She introduced me around. As a Pediatrician she saw a
lot of kids and had a real heart for kids like my Kenny. So she was
involved in a local group.  Diet and other medical stuff can help also
manage the level of how a child acts. Kenny's case was different. But a lot
of kids were like him.  Parents were always at odds how to calm or handle
their kids. I just hopped I didn't have to tell all how I helped Kenny.
But somehow I knew I would have to sooner or later

As the meeting went on June introduced me and spoke briefly about how there
were other methods of handling kids especially boys wildness.  But I told
them I could only speak off the record. I gave out my cell number to most
of the parents. Five parents came over to talk.  The first was William. He
had a boy who was 12 and driving him nuts. He was so bouncy. The medication
he was taking only helped a little.
    "Sex is one avenue that you could try."
    "excuse me.," he said.
    "You heard me. William how desperate are you. The drugs have bad and
long term side effects. I'm not telling you how to do anything just that
you should think about it."
    "I don't know. I come from a very conservative background. My wife if
she were living would definitely say noway."  He walked away. I got the
same response from all the parents. But I told them boys were the worse
when hormones kicked in.

As the meeting ended Everyone was glad I had come. I had told them a lot of
what I had been through.  I hadn't mentioned the sex to anyone unless they
had talk to me in private. June never said a word other than, "See I told
you know a lot about Kids like Kenny."

She was right about knowing about mentally challenged kids. When Kenny had
first moved in I read everything and anything on the subjects.

A couple of days later I got a call from William. He invited me over to his
house. His son Granite was very good looking. He didn't look 12.
    "How old are you Granite?"
    "Twelve sir. Are you here to teach me how to be calmer," He asked. He
was a bit bouncy.
    "Yes, Could your dad and me talk for awhile?"
    "Yes sir."  He disappeared to his room. We could hear the TV on and he
was playing some sort of video game."

William had me sit down. He got me a screw driver(vodka and orange
juice,for those who don't know). He got one for himself too.
    "I need this to relax. You asked me how desperate I was. I'm very
desperate. I love my son, but 6 months ago his mom was killed in a car
accident.
 I been drinking a lot. When I don't Granite is my whole life. I take him
to daycare when I work. But It cost me a lot of money.  Plus he's high
maintenance they say, so they charge me more and for the things he
breaks. So tell me about the sex thing."

I drank my drink and looked him right in the eyes. "Well this isn't easy to
talk about. But you will have to tell Granite what sex is all about. Teach
him to jerk off."
   "I can tell him about the sex. But how can I teach him to do the other
part?"
   "Hands on. You walk him through the steps till he had his first
orgasm...you know cums. Teach him how to do it all by himself.  If he does
it whenever he wants and when feels wild it will help him a lot."
   "I guess, I know the medication hasn't really worked."

I could see the hesitation in his eyes.
   "I won't make you any promises. But it did help my son Kenny. He's now
twenty and doing better."
   "But...I...don't...know...if..."
   "Look, if you trust me I will stay tonight and walk you and him through
the steps."
   "OK, how about another drink?"
   "Shouldn't we eat something. I don't drink that much on an empty tummy."

He looked at me and decided to order a few pizzas. Granite always ate a lot
he said. I called a place I liked and got pizza and hot wings the whole
nine yards.  By the time the three of us were done eating there was a
little bit left. We cleaned up while Granite got ready for bed.  He was in
his room playing when we went to see him.
   "Granite, Mr. Bonwick and I are going to put you to bed tonight."
   "Does that mean I can't sleep in your bed tonight daddy?" Asked Granite.
I piped right in. "No, but I know of something that will help you sleep
better."
   "Are you a doctor?" He asked.
   "No, but I have a child like you."
   "You mean retarded like me."  I didn't bother to correct him on the word
he used. "Yes, he's twenty now and has a wife and kids of his own."
   "Really?" He said with a true curiosity.
   "Yes, were going to show you what sex is."
   "What sex is?"  I had told William what we needed before we went into
Granites room. Some lube and tissues. I didn't know if the boy would shoot
sperm or not.  But I wanted to teach him how clean up after himself.

I started off with sex is how babies are made. How girls are different than
boys. He told me he had seen his mom naked a number of times.  She had told
her how she was different than him he said. I told him that every male has
sex with someone or alone when they get to be about 10 to 14 years of age.
   "So how does it work?" He was a smart boy to the point.
   "Well the body in boys like to have the penis touched. When you get an
erection it feels good to rub your penis."
   "Yeah I done it a few times."
   "For how long."
   "O just a little bit."
   "Have you ever done it a long time?"
   "No should I?"
   "Yes get in bed after you take your underwear off."  He had a look on
his face and looked to his dad. "It's OK Gran. Mr. Bonwick is our friend
and he knows about this kind of stuff."

He reluctantly agreed. I could see some peach fuss on his penis and
balls. He had a nice piece of cut meat and it looked ready. I got the lube
and started to rub it.  He just laid back and stared at his dad. His dad
just nodded his approval. I began really working it.
   "O wow that's better than it's ever felt."  I continued my working his
member. He just started to pant and gasp in air. Then he stiffened up
screamed "shit" and shot 4 shots of cum on himself and my hand.  It was
watery but clearly sperm. He put his hand out and took some off his tummy
and put it in this mouth.
   "Wow it taste good. So what now. Can we do that again?"
   "Sure son, do it anytime you want." Said William.
   "Can you do it for me Daddy?"
   "Sure son...I would do anything for you. Granite you know this is
private stuff. Just us men."
   "Daddy, no one needs to know. Guys having sex is gay. I don't want
anyone to think that about me."  I just smiled and looked away.
   "That's what Ted down the street said. I didn't know what it was till
tonight."

I left the room. Later William told me what happened.

He said goodnight to his son.
   "Dad, could you do that again for me. I want it, my penis wants it."
His dad took more lube and worked his son's penis till he had another cum
load.
   "I need more daddy."  Then he laid down on his tummy facing the boy and
took the boys penis in his mouth and sucked it for all it was
worth. Granite said that was the best one.  Then told his dad he was tired
and he fell asleep.

   "He never went to bed that easy. God I must love that boy. I've only
touch one other dick but my own when I was 12 myself. It was my
brothers. He was 14 at the time."

He went on to thank me. But he also wondered what to expect next. We had
another drink with vodka and went to bed. Him with his son me in the guest
room.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling good and weird.  Granite was
sucking my penis and boy did it feel good. I shot my load and he left the
room.  He muttered it wasn't as good as his dad's sperm.

The next morning I learned that he had sucked off his dad's penis in the
middle of the night also.
   "It felt real good. How about you."
   "I must say your son sure learns fast."

I left after breakfast and went home. As I was pulling into the driveway of
my house; my cell phone went off. I answered it as I came to a stop.
   "Mister Bonwick, I'd like you to come to my home this afternoon. It's
about what you said at the meeting."
   "Text me your address I can be there by 3pm."  Looks like I got through
to some desperate parents.


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