Date: Thu, 05 Jul 2007 09:47:28 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com> Subject: Kevin's First Time - Part Two of Three (t/b oral) This story is completely fictional, depicting the relationship, including the sexual interactions, of a teen and a younger boy. If this offends you, or if you are not at least 18, or if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2007, Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I will try to answer all email: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Kevin's Frist Time - Part Two of Three (t/b oral) Steve stroked his hard cock with a dreamer's smile on his face. The precum fully covered his cockhead, and his hand was pulling it down to cover most of the shaft. He looked at it. He was actually proud of it. Seven inches. A little on the thin side, maybe, at least compared to cocks he'd seen. But to a kid it would be a monster cock, a horse dick. He sighed and placed one arm behind his head. That little kid, Kevin. He was so cute. He was only ten, but Steve knew that by the time he became Steve's own age, 17, he'd be a knockout. His little cocklet was as cute as the rest of him. How big would he get? Five inches? Six? Seven? He looked down at his reddened cock and tried to imagine it on a 17 year old Kevin. He grinned. Well, that was the future. Who knows? But the past? Well, that was for certain. And Steve had enjoyed every minute of it. It had been his third and last summer as a camp counselor. He had asked for the younger boys intentionally. He liked looking at them and remembering how he himself was at 10 or 11 or 12. Unreservedly curious. Daringly curious. At least, that's the way he and his little friends had seen it back then. These younger campers intrigued him. Did they think about what he had thought about at their age? Did any of them dare to do what he and his buddies had done at that age? During that first summer he had enjoyed showing off to his little charges, accepting their admiration. He loved exhibiting himself -- carefully -- to them. He made sure everyone slept in briefs and took frequent showers. He knew they watched him even at night, as he lay turning in his sleep on his bunk. He knew he was frequently hard. And he knew that they knew. He had been extremely cautious that first summer. There were lots of adult supervisors around, and he showed the kind of modesty they expected when he was out and about in the camp. But in his own cabin, with his own boys, he was more relaxed and casual. He looked at everything he could, but he touched nothing. He jacked off, but it was always in the privacy of a stall in the restrooms. The second summer had been more of the same. He was actually surprised that his curiousity about boys that age had developed into a real interest in them. At first that concerned him. But then he decided it was probably only natural. And, after all, it was still "look, don't touch." But he became more adept at setting up situations where there was something to see when he looked. It was the third summer when things changed. And it was because of little Kevin that the change occurred. Of all his little charges last summer, Kevin was certainly the cutest, the most curious, the most happy little boy he'd ever met. And now, in the privacy of his own room at home, the thought of little Kevin made his cock respond with a jerk. His attention turned to his own inner need now, and Steve began to stroke more deliberately. The precum let his cock slip through his fist easily, and he held it so that each time he reached his cockhead his thumb stroked the underside of it. He spread his legs unconsciously as the urgency increased. He heard his own pants become louder as his climax approached. One loud groan escaped his lips when he began to shoot. His cum was hot as it landed on his chest and shoulder. It shot high and hard, and he always felt even sexier when it landed on him. Three, four, five long hard shots, most of them long ropes of cum, and then the remainer was released to fall on his fist. He continued stroking after he finished, his hand now coating his cock with cum. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked at it. The image of little Kevin suddenly appeared in his mind -- the look on his face when he had watched Steve cum the first time and then eat his own cum. That kid had attached himself to me like he was my little brother or something, Steve thought. He smiled. Would have been nice to have a cute little brother like that. He had realized right away that Kevin was following him into the shower intentionally. He loved it when the boys watched him in the shower, and he always gave them a nice show to remember. But no one was as attentive as little Kevin. Kevin's hair was a black as coal, short but long enough to move with a breeze. His deep brown eyes were always alert and moving. Steve thought his skin was beautiful. Flawless. And darker than just a tan. Steve had casually brought it up once, and Kevin had told him his father was part Cherokee. He had been pleased that Steve was impressed. Steve had gradually come to realize that something different was happening in Kevin's case. "Look, don't touch" was still the rule. But the urge to touch was so much greater with this little boy. Steve got to know him well during the first two weeks of the month-long camp session. He loved answering the boy's endless questions, sitting next to him at a meal, watching his lovely body turn and twist in the lake. The first touch was entirely accidental. But it had happened in the shower. There were a number of the boys there that morning, and Steve hadn't realized Kevin was so close behind him. He had stepped back and bumped into the little boy, causing Kevin to loose his balance on the slippery floor. Steve caught him by his shoulders just in time to keep him from falling down. Kevin had grinned and thanked him. But Steve felt a thrill run through him that made his cock start to rise. He turned to leave the shower before he got fully hard. But as soon as he could he went into the restroom to jack off, remembering that touch of his on Kevin's shoulders. And he felt differently about this boy. He spent some time at night wondering about that; then he dismissed it. Everything changed at the beginning of the third week. There had been just enough rain the previous night to cause a little water to run through what was misleadingly referred to in the camp literature as a creek. The water ran off quickly, but it had left a lot of mud at the bottom. The footbridge over the creek was the only way to get to the camp dining hall, so it was used frequently. They boys had been instructed to use the bridge and never get down into the mess below. But one day they were jumping over the mess instead of using the bridge. They stopped when Steve got there, but Kevin had already been prepared to jump. He had slipped on the damp grass on the opposite side as he landed, and he had to step back into all the mud to keep his balance. Steve went down to give him a hand up the bank, but when Kevin moved backwards a step his foot caught on a rock hidden in the mud. He went down on his back into the muck; luckily he didn't hit anything harder than the mud. Steve reached further over to grab his hand, but when Kevin tried to get up he wound up pulling Steve down into the mud with him. The rest of the boys howled. Steve and Kevin had to laugh with them. Steve sent the rest on them on over to lunch and told Kevin they had to clean up. At the door to the cabin Steve realized the floor would be covered with mud by the time they got all the way to the shower room. So he stripped and told Kevin to do the same. Kevin didn't hesitate a moment. Steve walked carefully through the cabin knowing that Kevin was staring at his naked butt every step of the way. It wasn't the first time the two had been in the shower together, but somehow it felt different. Steve made certain to give the boy a long, slow, thorough look at his body, even encouraging him to soap his back. Then his butt. Then, when he turned around, Kevin had even seemed eager to soap his cock. The rest came naturally. Why not? Kevin, whether he realized it or not, was jacking him off and doing it with enthusiasm. He warm little hand on his cock only excited Steve more, and he went with it and shot his cum all over the boy. It was really too late not to do anything at all, wasn't it? So he leaned in -- he couldn't help but kiss that sweet, warm cheek, and licked some of his cum off. It was only natural, then, that he return the favor. Sucking that little dick had been so wonderful, he knew immediately that as certain as it was that he shouldn't do it, it was just as certain that he had to. And Kevin had enjoyed every second of it. Steve didn't know if it had been his first dry cum. Later Kevin told him it had not been his first dry cum, but it had certainly been his best. By that time, Steve's feelings for the boy had gotten the best of him. He wanted to hold Kevin close, touch every part of his lovely body, let Kevin explore wherever he wanted on Steve's body. He wanted to kiss and suck. For two days Steve agonized. Kevin was obviously longing for more; it was in his eyes. But it was so dangerous! Finally, Steve volunteered to tackle the job of rearranging the shed holding some of the supplies for the lake. And he asked Kevin to help him. It was actually cooler in the shed that it was outside. Steve took off his t-shift, and Kevin did the same. The same happened with their sandals. When Steve pulled his camp shorts down, Kevin didn't hesitate for a second. Steve was suddenly on his knees with his arms around the boy, holding him tight against his naked chest. Kevin hugged just as tightly, and his warm breath on Steve's ear only excited Steve more. He pulled Kevin away a bit and kissed the middle of his chest, then his belly. Then his face was at the crotch of those little white briefs. Kevin's cocklet was straining inside; Steve found it with his mouth and massaged it with his lips. It was Kevin himself who pulled away for a moment, jerked his briefs off completely, and offered his groin to Steve again. Steve licked around the tiny boydick and down at the cleft of his thigh and under to balls so small Steve had to make sure his tongue was really tasting them. His licking was interspersed with kisses, and he could feel Kevin's little hands holding his head. The boy was moaning in ectasy. Steve licked at his cocklet again, then he took it completely into his mouth, pleased to hear the boy's gasp of pleasure. He nursed it slowly at first. His hands held Kevin's round little ass tightly, and he soon realized that the boy was actually pushing his groin at him, trying to get even more pleasure from his mouth. It only seemed a moment before Kevin began his dry cum. His fingers curled into Steve's hair tightly, and Steve felt the little dick thrash around inside his mouth, against the smooth wetness of his cheek, against the rough heat of his tongue. He sucked until the boy gasped when he was finished. Then he brought Kevin down to him, holding him against his chest, feeling his panting and shaking. It only took a moment for Kevin to recover, and he immediately wanted Steve's cock. He reached down for it. Steve picked him up and carried him over to a pile of the thick pads they used when the boats were put up at the end of the summer. He lay him down, kneeled beside him, and held his cock out. Kevin turned and crawled to take it. The first touch of his hand caused Steve to groan, and when the boy's lips kissed his cockhead he was afraid he would cum immediately. Kevin began to lick his cock. The little tongue caressing his cockhead caused Steve to moan; his cockhead was so sensitive he knew it would not be long before he came. Kevin sucked at his peehold, and that was all it took. Steve filled his mouth with hot cum, and Kevin jerked back in surprise. His cumshots then hit Kevin on his cheek and chest. The intensity of his orgasm was so great Steve had closed his eyes, and he opened them in time to see the little boy lean in to lick the cum from his cock. Kevin looked up at him with a huge smile. Steve took his face in both hands and licked the cum from his cheek. He licked and sucked at the flat chest. Kevin wouldn't let him pull away when he was finished. The boy had his arms around Steve's head and hugged him tightly. For the rest of the day, Steve was very alert for any sign that someone might have wondered about what went on in the shed. He had told Kevin of the importance of their being careful, and Kevin had understood. The following day the two met in the storage shed behind the dinning hall; it was locked, but Steve had access to the keys. A couple of times they used the nurse's cabin when they knew she was away for several hours. There was a small clearing in the woods which they used only once; there were voices too close to feel it was that safe a place. And Steve came to love the boy. He never used the word. He was only too aware that the time they had together was short, and that at the end of camp they would have to leave never to see each other again. He supposed Kevin knew that, too, but they never talked about it. It was two days before the end of the camp session when Steve found a location -- and worked up the courage -- to love Kevin the way he really wanted. -------------- Part Three of Three will be posted soon.