Date: Sat, 07 Jul 2007 11:38:09 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin's First Time - Part Three of Three  (t/b oral, anal)

This story is completely fictional.  It depicts the relationship of a
teen and a young boy, including their sexual interactions.  If this
offends you, or if you are not at least 18, or if it is illegal where you
reside to read such material, then you must leave now.

Copyright 2007, Charles Highes, all rights reserved.

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Kevin's Frist Time - Part Three of Three    (t/b   oral, anal)



The noise in the dinning hall was giving Steve a headache.  And he didn't
want a headache -- especially right now.

"Come on, you toads; keep it down a little," he said.  Of course, it was
just his campers at the table, and it was the rest of the dinning hall
that was the real problem.

"Whatsa matter, Steve?  Gettin to ya?"  Little Gary always had a big
mouth, and he was usually using it.

Steve grinned.  Gary was one of the cute ones, too.  "Nah.  I just have
to exercise a little authority in here so you guys know who's in charge,
that's all."  He ruffled the boy's hair, knowing that Gary hated that.

"Hey, stop it!" Gary giggled.  "I mean it!  You know, for a cool guy you
can be a pain in the butt sometimes!"

Kevin was seated across the table from them.  Yeah, Kevin thought.  All
the guys think Steve is cool.  And he is.  But I'm the one who loves
him.  Kevin was just playing around with his food; his mind was
elsewhere.  Steve had told him about the plans for tonight, and his
little dick was hard every time he thought about another chance to be
with Steve.

The nurse was gone.  Her mother had suddenly become seriously ill, and
she had just left.  Masters, the camp manager, had told Steve he had a
special assignment for him the last night of camp.

"We can't be without a nurse.  Insurance," Masters had said.  "But what
the hell can I do?  I can't get anybody for just one night at this
point.  So I want you to help out, and nobody outside the camp is every
to hear of it.  You're First Aid certified.  You're certified for CPR.  I
want you to be available tonight.  That includes staying in the nurse's
cabin at the phone.  But if somebody calls, you call me right away."

So that afternoon Kevin had gotten sick.  Or he looked it, anyway.
That's why he was playing with his food.  He was supposed to be sick.

Ten minutes after lights out, Kevin knocked at the door of the nurse's
cabin.  "Don't feel so good," he complained, in case anybody was within
earshot.  That wasn't likely, since the nurse's cabin was pretty
isolated.

As soon as he was inside, Steve called Masters at his quarters in the
office building.  He told him Kevin had been vomiting and had a slight
fever.  He seemed all right now, nothing urgent.  But he thought he'd
better keep the boy in the infirmary overnight, just in case.  Masters
agreed.

Steve turned out the lights in the office portion of the cabin and left a
light on in the single room for sick campers, pulling down the blind.  He
and Kevin went in the nurse's room.

Kevin immediately jumped up on the bed.  "Yeah!  Sleeping together in a
bed for the whole night!  That's so cool!  This is great, Steve!"

Steve grinned at him.  "But we keep it down, remember?"

He stepped over to the bed, and Kevin immediately grabbed him in a hug.
Releasing him, Kevin reached down for the bottom of Steve's t-shirt and
pulled it up and off.  He loved to look at the teen's chest.  His little
hands spread over Steve's pecs first, then moved up to his shoulders.
And down to his biceps.

Steve pulled the boy to him, kissing him on the lips softly.  This was
still somewhat new for Kevin; Steve had not been sure how the boy would
react to a real kiss.  But Kevin had loved it.  Their lips met, and Steve
marveled again at the soft warmth of the 10-year-old's lips.  They
pressed together tighter, and tonight it was Kevin's tongue that made the
first move, licking across Steve's lips and opening them slightly.

Steve met the tiny tongue with his own, and the two kissed deeply and
slowly.  He tasted the boy, felt the smoothness of his little teeth and
the roughness of his tongue.  He sucked in Kevin's breath and breathed it
back for him.

When they pulled away Kevin let Steve remove his t-shirt.  The sandals
from his  little feet were next, and Steve gently massaged each foot for
a moment as he took the sandals off.  Steve unsnapped the shorts and
pulled both the shorts and the briefs down at the same time.  He pulled
them away as Kevin stepped out of them.

Before him stood a beautiful boy.  Smiling because he enjoyed Steve's
examination of him, Kevin radiated boyhood.  His dark eyes and full lips
and his dark skin were almost exotic.  His belly was tight; his hips
narrow.  The untanned skin where his briefs had been was almost as dark
as his tan.  His cocklet stood proudly.  His thighs showed the promise of
muscle.  His tiny feet were moving slightly as Kevin kept his balance on
the bed.

Keeping his eyes on the little boy, Steve took off the rest of his
clothes, and soon he was completely naked, as well.  His seven inches
stood away from his body, pointing slightly upward, as though it were
pointing to the boy it wanted.  The two stood still for a few more
minutes, just admiring each other.

"Oh, Kevin, I've wanted to be in bed with you for weeks!" Steve said as
he moved to hold the boy against him again.  "I never dreamed three weeks
ago we could actually do it."

"Every night," Kevin started in his little voice, "I was on my bunk, and
I'd sneak looks at you.  Then, after that shower, I started to get hard
everytime I looked at you in bed.  Steve, will it be all night?"  He was
referring to their stay in the nurse's cabin.  "I wish..."

Steve knew what he wished.  He wished it, too.  "Yes, all night."

"I have to pee first," Kevin said.  He got down from the bed and walked
around the corner to the little bathroom.  Steve followed him and stood
watching as Kevin held his little dick in place and began to pee.  It's
beautiful, Steve thought.  This perfect little boy peeing with that smile
on his face.

As soon as Kevin was finished, Steve stepped up and pissed into the
toilet, too.  After they washed up, they returned to the bedroom.  Steve
pulled down the covers and lay down on the bed, pulling Kevin up on top
of him.  It was a single bed and, Steve grinned to himself, they were
going to have to stay pretty close to each other tonight.

Kevin lay fully on the teen, his head on Steve's shoulder.  Steve's arm
was around his back, and his other hand was on his little globes of flesh
at his rear.  Steve began to play with his smooth little ass, and Kevin
sighed and wiggled in pleasure.  Steve's finger found Kevin's tiny
rosebud and played with it.  This was somewhat new to the boy, too, but
he loved it.  Steve had even wet his finger once and gotten it in a
little bit, and Kevin had been awed by the sensation.

"Put it in," Kevin whispered at Steve's ear.

"Yes.  But tonight there's a different way."  Steve reached over to the
table next to the bed.  He had found some baby oil in the infirmary.  He
lay Kevin on his back and began to kiss him all over.  He knew the boy
loved it.

He kissed the little neck and out onto the shoulder.  He kissed across
Kevin's chest, licking a couple of times at the little nipples.  He
raised one arm and kissed the soft smoothness of the underarm; then he
did the same for the other.  Kevin was moaning with need.  Steve moved
straight down Kevin's tanned little belly to his bellybutton, licking
into it.  Then he kissed the mound above his pubis, so soft and smooth.

The little cocklet was pulsing against Steve's chin, demanding some
attention.  But Steve ignored it for the moment.  His licks and kisses
moved to one side and down the thigh.  He sucked at the warm crevice
behind the knee.  When he reached the small foot, he kissed it and then
sucked each one of the tiny toes.  He treated the other foot to the same
pleasure, then he kissed upward.  This time he moved to the inside of the
other thigh.

The cocklet was now at his cheek, and Kevin was moving his hips, trying
to get into his mouth.  Steve avoided the little dick.  He put his
hands at Kevin's hips and raised him up until Kevin's legs were splayed
apart.  Steve was kneeling now, and Kevin's groin was at his face.  He
kissed the balls, licking around two tiny little bumps that would one day
produce.  He sucked the cocklet in quickly and as deeply as he could, but
only once.

Then he raised the boy just a little higher, and he kissed the beginning
of his crack beneath his balls.  His tongue moved downward, and Steve
raised the boy a little more until his tongue was on that puckered
entrance.  Kevin's moans were high and irregular now, and his head was
moving from side to side.

Steve licked his tongue over the warm hole, the tight entrance to the
boy.  He licked around and around, his head filled with the scent of the
boy and his mind filled with desire.  He pointed his tongue at his target
and separated the little ring slightly.

"Ooooo Steve oooo Steve oooo..."  Kevin could hardly believe the teen was
licking and eating at his hole, and he was shaking with the pleasure that
shot through him with each stroke of that tongue.

Steve kissed and licked and probed for as long as his arms could take the
weight of the upside-down boy he was eating.  He desperately wanted to
crawl inside the beautiful boy and be fully enveloped with the warmth,
the heat, of the small body.

When he slowly let Kevin down to the bed, he rested on his knees and
elbows above him.  He kissed Kevin's lips, and Kevin met him with his
tongue.

"Ooooo Steve... it felt so good, Steve..."  Kevin sounded breathless.

Steve then rolled him onto his belly.  Kevin, wanting whatever it was
Steve wanted, spread his legs wide.  He moaned when he felt the slick,
oiled finger at his puckerhole, moving around and around it, gently
pressing in.  The finger opened his ring slowly.  It slid in slowly, just
a bit, just enough that the boy knew it, just enough that Steve knew he
was inside, where no one on earth had been before.  The smoothness, the
heat...

Steve spent some time fingering Kevin's hole before he used a second
finger.  Kevin moaned continually.  With the second finger his sounds of
pleasure became a higher, tiny, pinched whine.  After a while, the third
finger stretched the entrance even more.

Steve could see the precum literally dripping from his cock.  There was a
string of it hanging from his cockhead and, at the other end, resting on
the back of Kevin's thigh.  His dick was throbbing.

"My cock is next, Kev.  Like I told you, if it hurts, let me know, and
I'll stop."

Kevin was so excited, so turned on, he could hardly nod his head.  Steve
had told him about fucking, and he longed to be fucked by the big cock he
loved.

Steve oiled his cock and placed his cockhead at the entrance.  He leaned
in to kiss his little lover on the small of his back first, then he began
to press inward.  Kevin wiggled once, his hole tightening.  Steve
patiently waited and began to press again.  Slowly, the target widened,
accepting the gift at the door.  The tiny pucker opened; the cockhead
slowly moved in.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."  It was a long groan from the boy when the cockhead was
fully in and his ring grasped the crown of it tightly.

Steve had to wait a minute.  He was light-headed.  The grasp of that tiny
hole on his dick was so tight it was almost, but not quite, a pain.  He
rolled his head backward, then forward.  His cockhead had never been
gripped like this before, tight, pinching, squeezing.

He moved in a bit, his cockhead stretching the little tunnel inside the
boy, opening him for the shaft that would follow.  With the high whine of
Kevin's pleasure in his ears, Steve pressed downward, in, deeper.  When
he stopped, over three inches of his cock had disappeared.

"Gonna...fuck...Kev...okay?  You okay?"

Kevin could only grunt his assent.  He pushed his little ass backward,
loving the feeling of fullness inside him.

Steve grasped Kevin's hips and raised him slightly so Kevin could rest
somewhat on his knees.  He pressed in again, almost another inch.  Then
he pulled out just a bit, then in again.  He increased the length of his
strokes very gradually, always moving slowly.

"Aaaaaa...oooooooo god yes Steve fuck me fuck..."  Steve could hardly
recognized the tiny little voice urging him on.  "Steeeeeeeeve
yessssss..."

He pulled back until only his cockhead was inside, then he pressed
inward.  The length of his strokes was now as much as he could manage
without pulling his cockhead out.

He could not believe the heat his dick was absorbing.  He had no idea the
inside of a boy could be so hot.  His cockhead felt the motion of the
smooth, silky walls of the tunnel, and each of his fucks assaulted his
senses more.  Fucking a little faster, then faster... His breaths came in
pants now... His cock was pulsing until it felt like it was huge...

"Awwww...awwww..."  Steve came hard.  His hot cum flooded the boy's
insides as he shot again and again.  With each spasm of his cock, his
balls became tighter.  With each explosion of his cum, his gut wrenched
harder.  "OoooooOOOoooo fuuuuuuuck..."

Until he was emptied.  He was still completely filled with his need for
this boy, beautiful Kev, and as his cock pulled out of the little ass
Steve moved in and began to lick the hot cum leaking from the hole.  He
licked and sucked, recovering his own juices, reveling in the heat and
scent and taste of the boy.

Kevin was whimpering, but only because he had to voice some sound.  He
had to express in some way the intensity of the pleasure he'd been given,
the extreme pleasure that had shot through his own little body.  He
wiggled his ass tighter against Steve's mouth.  He almost cried, his
pleasure was so immense.

Finally, Steve was so exhausted he could do nothing but fall onto the bed
next to his little lover.

They lay still for a little bit.  Then Kevin licked Steve's cock clean.
They kissed, they sucked, they licked, Kevin even played with Steve's ass
for a while.  It was a long night.  It was a night neither would ever
forget.

Now, lying in his bed at home, Steve was close to the edge.  Reliving
that night with little Kev was always like this.  It always produced a
cum that was so intense it was almost as though he were inside the boy
again.  He was close... so close... and then... He came with hard,
rasping grunts, shooting his cum all over his chest as his body was shot
through with the pleasure he'd learned to love.

And 473 miles away, in his own bed, Kevin kept working on his dick.  He'd
had two dry cums already that night.  He wanted a fourth one, a fourth
time like it was with Steve.  Not as good, but almost.  He focused his
mind on the teen he'd come to love and stroked faster... so close... and
then... His dry cum hit him hard, and he made high little grunts as his
body was shot through with the pleasure he'd learned to love.