Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2008 19:32:02 -0800 (PST) From: Agent Orange Subject: Fun Stop Part 2 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This work contains homosexual acts that take place between an adult and a minor. The author does not condone sexual activity with minors. If this is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. Fun Stop Chapter 2 I stood in front of the full lenth mirror in the bathroom with the wet towel still wrapped around my waist, shaving. It was my day off, and I had some plans with a couple friends to go paintballing. That was one of the pluses of working at Fun Stop, we had free reign of the facility when we went in off the clock. It was supposed to be me plus one, but those of us who had worked there for a while were known to bend the rules every now and then. I mean, come on, you can't paintball very successfully with only two people. When the mundane routine was done, I walked back into the bedroom and started pulling out my camouflage and dressing. Dressed, I made my way down to the kitchen for a quick bite to eat, and some juice. I'd need as much energy today as I could muster. With the custom made paintball gun in my hand, and my bag of equipment, I left. I was never one to listen to the radio, I always preferred to make my own tune, so there I was, driving downtown, bopping my head and humming some random tune going through my head. I recieved a couple weird looks from people, but brushed them off. I wasn't going to let anything ruin my day off, my day of getting out into the forest and shooting up some of my best friends with bright coloured paint. The trip went quickly as I drove on auto pilot. Before I knew it, I was pulling into the parking lot. Most of the guys were already there, waiting by their cars. It was always fun to see a group of paintballers standing around in the parking lot. It never fails that some parent gets freaked out, thinking that the place is going to be robbed or something. I got out of my car and took stock in the weather. I was nice, sunny and warm. I knew the trees would over a fairly decent amount of cover shade, so I didn't have to worry about the barrel of my gun reflecting from the sun. Oh yeah, I should probably tell you about that. Heh. My paintball gun is custom made, my cousin had it made for me for one of my birthdays several years ago. I would only use it on special occasions, but then my other one gave out, so now I'm foced to use it every time I want to paintball. The stock is black, as well as the canister, laser sight, and CO2 cartridge. But the barrel, trigger, trigger guard, and scope are all a burnt orange. The name Agent Orange is engraved in the barrel. It really was a work of art. Everyone greeted each other as we made our way into the facility to book the paintball pitch. We always liked to book it out because we never wanted someone with little experience to come in on one of our games and end up getting hurt. I know that sounds weird, but we had our own way of doing things to make the games last longer. You know how the paintball is supposed to explode on contact? Well, it doesn't do that if it's frozen. It'll leave one hell of a bruise and a welt, but it won't break, so then you're not taken out of the game. At least until the balls start to thaw. That's just one of the things though, there were several others. So we booked the pitch, and I paid for one of my friends to keep the company off my ass, then we made our way back outside to the side of the building, after stopping for the "Reserved for Private Play" sign from the closet. I was a bit excited to see that there were a couple of people standing in the "watcher's pit". This is usually where the people lined up to get into the next match, but since we were the first ones there, and the pitch was booked out for several hours, that's all they would be doing. And it didn't escape my attention that none of them had equipment with them. They must have seen us in the parking lot or something and knew that the games would be intense. We got into a group by the "pit" and decided on teams. I'd been playing Ghost Recon for a little over a week, and that's what spawned this whole event. With the teams set, we all wished each other good luck. Our opponents, and the rest of my team were surprised when I reached into my bag and pulled out enough ear pieces for everyone. "This way, you can stay in contact with your team. They're all pre-programmed for the correct channel. All you have to is press this button on the side," I showed them where it was, "and talk. It will make for better coordination." With the ear buds passed out, we made our way into the trees. I could hear my team talking anxiously, giving each other various commands. The first game of many was started. I immediatly went to find a high point because they all knew that my skill was sniping. Not finding any hills, I had to decide if I wanted to stay on the ground, or get into a tree. The tree was the better option because no one would be expecting it. Once I had climbed up and got myself situated, I waited. It didn't take long before I saw someone with a blue helmet. That was how the teams were situated. The captains always stayed the same, but the other members each had two helmets. One blue, and the other orange. Obviously, you can guess what my teams colour was. I lifted my gun and fixed the sight. My ear bud making a constant racket in my head, I had to tune it out. Usually with sniping, you only had one shot to make good. I saw my target walking slowly, looking left, then right, making sure no one was by him. The soft pfft seemed to echo in the stillness. I saw the paintball hit him in the stomach, but didn't explode. He hunched over, and immedietly, I took another shot, right at his helmet. The pink paint splattered and ran down his neck. I saw him reach up to the side of his head and touch the ear bud. "This is Ranger, I'm out." I've always respected Ranger. He never cheated by giving the place where he was hit. When I asked him about it once, he told me that it was up to his team to try and work around it. It would be an unfair advantage to let them know. Since then, he was made the other permanent captain. I had taken out two more of their members before someone spotted me. I heard the compressed air and looked around. The pain shot through my balls. My vision started to swim and I lost my grip, falling out of the tree. I swear, I thought one of my nuts exploded on impact. Luckily though, the guy who got me was still fairly new to the group and didn't know about freezing the paintballs. I gasped for breath as my hands reached down to cover myself. It was excruciating. I heard him laughing and fought the urge to repay the favor then and there. I honestly don't think he knew where he hit me. It's alright though, I got him back the next game. We continued playing until our time was done, at which we all went back to the parking lot and put our stuff away, then made our way inside to have a couple beers. The friendships resumed without hard feelings. Ranger and I sat down at the end of the bar, while everyone else found a table. I asked him to talk to his new guy about his aim and he just raised his eye brow at me. I took his arm and led him to the bathroom, where I undid my pants and let them fall to my knees, along with my boxers. The bruise was huge! You could tell the point of impact because the welt it raised was just about as big as my tesitcle itself. Ranger shook his hand and patted me on the shoulder. He told me he'd have a talk with him. Then he asked if I was alright. I was, and told him. Just shaken at how bad it had hurt at the time. I still had a dull ache whenever they would move, but that was no problem to deal with. I'd had much worse happen during a game. Like when my right hand was broken. But that's a different story. By the time I got back to the table, two pitchers were already empty and the third one was about a fourth of the way full. I grabbed a frosted mug and poured myself a drink. We all sat and joked around for about an hour when most of the guys decided it was time to head home. I figured I'd stick around for a bit and see what was planned for the next day. I knew there were several big parties coming in during the week, and I wanted to make sure I was prepared. I walked over to the front office and was looking at the party schedule when I saw him walk in the door. It had been a couple of days since the incident with Kale, but I'll be honest, I couldn't get the kid off my mind. Not that I wanted to, mind you, but it was a bit unsettling. He had on a bright orange shirt, again without sleeves, and dark blue running shorts. The shorts had a two white stripes down the side. The outfit was simple, obviously worn for comfort rather than style. But even in just that, he was amazing. Once he got inside and the automatic doors shut behind him, he stopped and looked around. I saw him walk up to the customer service desk and talk to the employee. I was surprised to feel a tinge of jealousy course through me. I heard the phone in the office beep and listened to the office manager pick it up. I was still facing the giant dry erase board calender looking at the events planned for the week, but I wasn't seeing anything. "Jentsen?" The office manager said my name. I turned slowly, with a smirk on my face. "Yes, Sara?" I asked, just as slowly as I turned. Her smile was radiant. She knew that I was a smart-ass to the core of my being, and she was always happy when I treated her like everyone else. "Alex at the front desk says there's someone here asking for you." She gave me a knowing look. I shook my head, thanked her and walked out to the desk. He was standing there with a huge smile on his lips. I had to suppress the gasp that threatened to expose what I thought of him. He was absolutely radiant. "Kale!" I said jovially. He laughed the sweetest laugh I'd ever heard. It was intoxicatingly pure. I was watching Alex from the corner of my eye giving me a questioning look. I'd known Alex since we both started for the company. I'll admit, we had our hard times, with him being homophobic and me being a smart ass and all. The two didn't seem to mix that well, until we both got over our pig-headedness and got on with life. He actually become one of my favourite people to work with. I shot him a look that told him to mind his own and he went back to whatever it was he was doing. Probably going over some new photo proofs for his portfolio. Oh yeah, Alex was trying to become a model. I turned back to Kale and asked him how he was doing. He told me that he was fine and that he had something for me for saving his life. I laughed at this and saw Alex's head pop back up again. I stood where I was and held out my hand expectantly, but was met with nothing. "It's not here you dork! I have it at my house." He giggled. My heart sped and my palms got sweaty. I didn't like where this was going. Ok, I loved where this was going, but not in front of Alex. Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy and all, but I still think he believes that all gay guys are pedophiles, and how often to you get a customer asking you to come to his house to give you a gift? This really wasn't good. I kneeled down in front of Kale. "You know man, I don't think that's a good idea. I'm getting ready to leave anyway, why don't you run home and grab it and meet me back in the parking lot?" I saw Alex nod curtly then duck his head behind the counter again. I leaned in close to Kale and whispered in his ear. "Leave your front door open, I'll be there shortly." He sighed loudly, obviously over playing the whole ordeal, and trying as hard as he can to hide the smile that wanted to burst from his face. "Fine, I'll be back in like 10 minutes." He turned and ran out the door. Once he was gone, I turned around and leaned against the counter. Alex was indeed going over new photos. I reached down and plucked one from the album. He was topless with the top button on his jeans undone. It really was a good picture, hot too. It was a damn good thing he turned legal two months prior to the shoot. I looked at it and cocked my head. This was too good to pass up, I had to. "You know Alex, most of the male models are gay. You do know that right?" He looked at me with shock. I know he knew because we'd already had this discussion, but I had his hottest picture in my hand, and he didn't know what I was going to do. "Y - yeah." He stammered. "Alright, just making sure. You mind if I keep this? Don't think you'd want it back sticky, would ya?" I was trying so hard not to laugh. I heard his gasp. But he didn't say anything. It was getting to be a real bore trying to have fun with him. I dropped the picture back onto the counter and told him I had to leave. "Oh, and I do want a copy of that picture Alex. And no, not for personal use. I know some photographers that would probably love to have you take up their film. Wouldn't know why though." He knew I was joking at the end, but I was dead serious about knowing some people. Alex had looks and talent, just not a whole lot of personality, but hey, if they can make a box of rocks look good, then Alex is golden if he can just stand in one place long enough. Out in the parking lot, I slowly made my way to the car. It hit me then that I didn't know where Kale lived. All I knew was that he said he lived right behind the building. I started the car and drove through the lot to the other exit, which led right into the addition behind the facility. I turned on the first street and drove slowly. Sure enough, there was his house. It was blue with white trim, and the door was standing open. I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. I sat there, not knowing if I should get out, or back out and drive away. I could always give him some excuse later. My cell phone rang, and without thinking, I ignored the call and turned the contraption off. It seemed my decision was made. I slowly got out of the car and walked up the landscaped sidewalk. The red volcanic rock really set off the colour of the house, it was almost like a fire and ice effect. Flowers of every colour seemed to burst from the rocks, along with several short shrubs. The dark green of the grass was so even and lush it looked like someone might have put astroturf down. I had to feel it. It felt like a soft carpet, but I knew that I better not try to walk on it because it was sure to leave an imprint. People who took this much care of their lawn didn't want footprints marring their manicured perfection. I continued my way to the door and stopped to take in the sign above the doorbell. "The Tennison's". My finger reached out tentatively. I could see its slight tremors and balled my fist, then stretched it out again. The plastic was warm to the touch, and I could hear the two chimes echo throughout the house, followed by footsteps. For the brieftest second I thought one of his parents might have come home early. That fear was relieved when I saw him at the end of the corridor. He didn't say anything, just waved me inside. I stepped inside and made sure the door behind me closed, then I shut the main door. I heard quick steps headed in my direction and turned. He was already in the air coming towards me. I opened my arms and caught him. "I see this is becoming a habit with you." I said through laughter. He still didn't say anything, but nodded his ascent. He pointed towards the stairs and looked into my eyes. Without saying anything, I started up them. There was a small landing at the top, then it narrowed to a hallway with several doors on either side. I began walking till he reached his hand out and grabbed a doorjamb. I let him down so he could open his door. There were several posters on the walls, mostly of bands and sports stars. I noticed immediatly that the only sports team displayed also happened to be my favourite as well. On the far wall, next to his bed was a bookshelf that was overflowing. I walked over to it to check out some of the authors he liked to read. I saw several of the same that I enjoyed and quite a few others. He had some that surprised me as well, such as: the written works of Genghis Khan, Elie Wiesel, a tattered copy of The Catcher In The Rye, and Adolf Hitler's "Mein Kampf". It seemed his reading/comprehension level way highly above his age. As I turned, I noticed the computer, bathroom and closet doors were both open, TV/DVD set up, and another bookshelf. I presumed this shelf held movies, and it too was overrun. The final thing my came to rest on was his bed. It was a queen size, with tons of pillows and blankets thrown around haphazardly. He was directly in the middle, lying on his back, with his hands behind his head. "So, what do you think?" He asked. "I'll be honest, little guy," I said, trying out the new nickname again, "some of the books surprise me quite a bit. The Catcher in the Rye, Mein Kampf, most adults don't even read those books." "Yeah, I know. I got into Catcher because of the movie Conspiracy Theory, and Mein Kampf because of Elie Wiesel. It makes sense when you think about it." I stared at him with my mouth open. "There is nothing that makes sense about killing millions of people! Adolf Hitler was -" He cut me off. "Insane. Yes he was. But Mein Kampf was written in the 1920's before World War Two happened. He wrote it as an autobiography of himself and his thoughts and opinions. Although, he does repeat himself a lot, but the only reason I read it was because I wanted to understand why. You know, get his whole outlook on it." "Kale, you can see his outlook just by opening your history textbook." "Yeah, I guess you're right. And that's not what I meant about making sense. It makes sense that I would be turned to Mein Kampf after reading everything Wiesel wrote. I mean, he was a survivor, even though there's debate about that." He said the end with distaste. I knew about the debate. There was some guy that said Elie Wiesel's book "Night" was fiction and not his story. It's turned into this whole big thing where the guy is claiming that Wiesel was never imprisoned in any concentration camp. When I'd heard of this, it disgusted me. I've respected Wiesel since I read Night in middle school. "Yeah there is, but I don't think you wanted me here to discuss World War Two, or am I mistaken?" I heard him sigh, then mutter under his breath, "Always when it starts to get interesing." "I'll tell you what. After you give me whatever it is that you have for me, we can talk about anything to want to, all right?" The smile that lit his face was evidence enough that he liked the idea. I already knew how I was going orchestrate the whole thing. I'd turn it into a "meeting of the minds" so to speak. You remember how the old intellectuals used to do it? Yeah, just like that. He reached behind him and pulled out a stuffed penguin. I don't know if or how he knew, but I collected penguins. He tossed it to me and I caught it with one hand. It was so cute. I promptly named it Kale, and set it down on one of his bedside tables. I was waiting for him to go into a speech about something, but was surprised when he scooted himself over. He patted the area of the bed, and I sat down, facing him with my knees pulled up beneath me. He leaned up and pressed his lips to mine and I melted. They were warm and soft. I pressed him backwards till he was laying down again and let one hand go to his hair and the other to his chest. Though his hair was short, there was still enough to allow me to run my fingers throug it, but barely. The hand on his chest felt and massaged. I knew at this moment that no part of him was going to be untouched before I left. I pulled myself away from him and pulled him up, then let my hands fall to the bottom of his shirt, and began to pull it off. He let me, and lifted his arms to make it easier. When the top was free, I threw it behind me to land somewhere on the clean floor. I lowered us both down and replaced our lips. My right hand still on his chest, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat. I felt as it began to beat faster the closer my fingers came to his nipple. I took it in my fingers and rolled it around between them. He moaned into my mouth. I pulled myself up again and looked into his eyes. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He smiled and reached up and pulled my head back down and continued the osculation. My left hand started at his head and worked its way down to the side of his face and held it. I could feel him open his mouth, and I let my tongue dart into it. Our tongues did their own dance as our spit was swapped. His smell, vanilla and orchids filled my nostrils once again. I longed for that smell since he left me in the office a couple days ago. I couldn't get enough of it, of him. My right hand stopped and travelled across his chest to the other nipple, doing what it did before. This time, I felt his hips rise in automation. Again, he moaned into my mouth. I pulled myself away from those amazing lips and pecked them quickly, then kissed both of his eyelids as they closed. I kissed his nose, then his cheeks, and his chin. I let my tongue lick the bottom of his chin down to the hollow of his neck. I could feel Kale squirm under me as I then followed his right collar bone, nipping my teeth against it every once and a while. Once back, I did the same the to the other side, stretching myself across his body to do so. I felt his hands grab my back and hurridly pull at my shirt. I stayed where I was and allowed him to lift it up, then off of me. I went back to his shoulder and let the skin of our torsos touch. To say the feel was electric would be a gross understatement. It was like a lightning bolt came shooting down and used me as it's grounding element. My breath caught in my chest as I felt our nipples rub against each other's. I worked my way back and kissed down the middle of his chest until I was level with the small nubs and worked my way over to his left one first, again, letting our skin touch. I took the hardened bud into my mouth and loved it with my tongue. I could feel the lower half of him gyrating in earnest as I continued my ministrations. I could feel it swelling even more and knew if I didn't stop, it would become painful, so I pulled off and latched onto the other one. This time, I caught it in my teeth and flicked the tip of my tongue against his firm tip. He whimpered as the feelings began to overtake him. I eased off and licked down his sternum to his abdomen. I let my tongue travel down each small indentation, allowing myself to appreciate his slight musculature. I continued downward until I found his navel. I let my tongue fall into it. His squeal told me that he either really enjoyed what I was doing, or this was the first time someone had ever done it. I'm assuming it was both. As I continued on his navel, I let my hand preceed me to his shorts. I found the waistband and went beyond it first, finding his erection. Letting my fingers feel their way around, I had to reestimate my earlier guess of four inches. It felt now like it was only three and a half, and a little thicker than a marker. And there was no way he was harder the first time, over now. This boy was rock solid, and pulsing furiously. I stopped working on his belly button and took the bottom of his shorts in my hand and looked up in to eyes for permission. I was sure there was no way he was going to deny me that, not after everything else I had already done to him. He nodded and I began to lower them. I saw the waistband of briefs and my own erection throbbed. I didn't pull the front out because I wanted him to feel them being lowered on his hardness. As the elastic moved past his head I heard his breath hitch. I pulled them away quickly and threw them to land on top of his shirt. I had to stop and admire his beauty. His skin was a light golden brown, his stomach heaved and I could see my spittle glistening in the light. His undies were slightly stained, from sweat or pee, I couldn't tell, but I throbbed nonetheless. My mouth affixed to the buldge and I felt him shudder. My tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft. I could taste sweat, and a little pee, but not enough to turn me off. My right hand worked its way down his thighs and began to massage and caress. First one thigh, then the other. I lowered my mouth from his shaft to the roundness beneath it. I licked his cloth covered balls like I was a prisoner getting served his last meal. I savoured every taste I could pull from the cotton. I'm sure I moaned a couple of times, but was too far gone to hear anything except his breathing. I worked myself lower still and he spread his legs for me, giving me access to new territory. My lips found the inside of his thigh and I kissed and licked it. I venerated the rest of his legs and feet before I made my way back up to his still throbbing member. Again, I let my fingers dance lightly on the cloth. I could feel the vein running up his length, and felt it harden as he pulsed. I reached up and lifted the front of his briefs away from his slim body and pulled them down. He lifted his ass to make it easier to get them down. Once they were off of him, I threw them over my shoulder to where I remembered my shirt being. His erection sprang forward and saluted me at a 45 degree angle. There was a small drop of pre-cum glistening at his slit, which I immediatly licked away. His hips arched toward me, begging me to take him inside my mouth. I made him wait a bit longer for that pleasure by taking both of his smooth balls into my mouth. I throbbed in my pants and reached down to adjust myself when I felt his hand over mine. He brushed my hand away and started massaging me. His skinny fingers worked their way up to the top button and opened it, one handed. I lifted myself, still with his nuts in my mouth and helped him push them down. My erection poked through the opening in my boxers and he wrapped his hand around it, stroking me fervently. I knew if he continued at his current rate, I'd explode before I got to the best part, so I reached down and grabbed his wrist and slowed him down. I sat myself back on the bed and finally released his little baby-making factories from my mouth and lifted his legs. I could see his hole winking at me everytime he throbbed. The pink skin looked clean, only wrinkled where the hole closed. I dove in and rasped my tongue against his opening. His breathing quickened and he let out little grunts with each exhale. I pressed my tongue in a little harder and felt him opening to me. I tightened my tongue into a point and thrust it inside. There was no taste except sweetness. My brain was going into overload at everything that was happening. His breath hitched and I heard him plead, "P - Please Jentsen." I had to have him in my mouth. I wet my index finger and let it massage around the outside of his anal orfice while I took him in my mouth. His scream was high pitched and far from quiet. His hips thrust as I bobbed my head. The vibration in his body was already running fierce, and got stronger the closer I let my finger wander to his hole. I let my tongue swirl around his head and rub along his vein, paying particular attention to the the circumcision scar. I felt him pulling at my boxers, but not down, he was pulling them towards his head. I took the hint and crawled up on the bed and lay on my side. He rolled from his back, facing me. I felt his tongue on me, and it took everything I had not to shoot right then. He lowered his mouth down slowly, taking most of me into the warm wetness. I began to suck harder and bob faster. I felt him tighten then relax, then tighten again. He reached up and began rolling my balls around in his hands. I was well on the road to euphoria, and it seemed like I would there sooner than I had hoped. I wanted this to last forever, just him and I, like this. My arm started to fall asleep with it being under his leg so I pulled it out and re-wet the first digit. I placed it over his hips and let it find his center again. The massaging increased and I felt him tighten again. He began to suck harder and I knew he was at the point of no return. I let my finger open him just a little, but not penetrating by any means. His hips thrust upward into my face and I felt his dick swell. He let out a muffled yelp as three hard shots flowed into my mouth. It was still the sweetest cum I had ever tasted. He then oozed the rest over my tongue. I rolled it around to savor the taste then swallowed with him still in my mouth. The sensation sent out another shot. I tightened my lips and pulled off of him. When I looked down and saw his still hard dick, throbbing from post orgasmic pleasure, I let loose inside his mouth. I could feel him swallow after every shot. We both collapsed in a sweaty mass. I reached out and pulled him close to me and licked his lips. I could still taste myself there and the thought got me hard again. Kale turned and looked at his alarm clock and jumped up. "My mom's gonna be home in like 15 minutes!" "Oh shit! I guess that means I'd better go." I jumped off the bed and grabbed my shirt and put it on. I looked up and saw him looking around for something. "You looking for these?" I asked holding out his underwear. "Yeah," but he didn't take them from me, "you can keep them if you want." He smiled. "You bet I do." I shoved the dirty undies into my pocket and pulled my pants and boxers back up, then watched him get dressed. He threw on his shorts without anything underneath, and I felt myself throb in my pants. He walked me downstairs to the front door, shirtless, where he kissed me again. He opened the door and I walked outside. I felt so far away from him, even though he was just behind the door. I quickly walked to my car, started it and left. I wasn't sure how much time I had to get away before his mom would be turning the corner and pulling into the driveway. I couldn't stop worrying until I pulled into my apartment's parking lot. I went into my unit, then walked directly to my bedroom, where I pulled out Kale's underwear and placed it on my pillow. I would be smelling him all night. ------Fin----- I hope you enjoyed this story. If you did, please let me know at agent.orange_stories@yahoo.com.