Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2012 15:57:51 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Duck Pond Boy C2 Chapter two I was pleasantly surprised to see him by his post at the pond the next morning. His outfit was identical to the one he had worn the previous day. As I approached, toiletries in hand I called out, "Good morning." "Hi!" He beamed back while tossing another morsel into the maelstrom. "I noticed that you seem to like to feed that old duck off to the side." "Yeah, he's my favourite. He gets bullied by all the other ducks." He paused and then added, "Like me." I sat silently on the cool grass beside him and reflected on his introspection. He continued, "I make sure he gets lots." I glanced at his smoothly tapered limbs. He was a little on the gangly side and I guessed that he had begun a growth spurt. I also observed that dirt seemed to be ground into his skin. In my mind I questioned whether or not his parents were taking sufficient care of him. Putting out my hand I said, "It's about time I introduced myself. I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Brown." He put his bag down, stuck out his hand and shook mine. "I'm Kenny Robson." he grinned. We talked mostly small stuff for the next several minutes. He had just turned thirteen. He liked school but he sure didn't like girls. When the topic swung to his family however he quickly clammed up. I got the message. "Look," I finally said, "I'm going to take my morning shower. Why don't you come and take one too?" I don't know why I asked him. It wasn't planned. It just came out. Perhaps I felt sorry about his appearance and wanted to help. Perhaps I was more attracted to the boy than I was willing to admit. I also hoped that he hadn't taken the suggestion as an insult. Kenny turned his attention back to the ducks. "I can't," he responded. "And why not?" I persisted. "I... I... I don't live here." He said quietly continuing to look away. "That's a surprise. Then why are you here?" "I live in the city several blocks from here. I just like the peace and quiet here. I think a lot. I also like to feed the ducks. The owners don't mind." His explanation answered several questions for me. I guessed he was from a troubled home and being cared for none too well. "Well Kenny," I smiled, "Right now you are my official guest and as my guest you are entitled to a shower if you want one. I have lots of extra towels in the RV." He turned his head back to me and smiled sweetly, "That would be nice." A short time later we entered the facility an extra towel and a bottle of shampoo in hand. I was concerned however. My member was not behaving and my state of arousal would be obvious to him. I was trying to formulate a plan to maintain my dignity but my head was empty. Kenny came to the rescue. As I began to strip he asked, "Will you wash my hair please?" In order to fill his request I surmised that we would have to be in the same cubicle. Was he being practical or was he seeking opportunity? I guessed that there was a reasonable chance that he too was aroused. His satin shorts seemed to confirm it. "Of course, I'd like to," I replied. Kenny was devoid of modesty. He peeled off his shorts in front of me. He had been wearing no underwear. His cock was like his body, long and lithe. About the width of a quarter it stood at attention a proud five inches or so. A red velvet bag containing two ample orbs swung below. I forced my eyes up past a narrow bush and a deep set innie. I saw the beginnings of a muscular chest. Continuing up I reached his beaming face. "Well, what do you think of me?" "Wow," I acknowledged, "You are some kind of handsome!" Kenny grinned some more and exclaimed, "I knew it. I just knew it!" "What did you know?" I asked perplexed. "You're gay!" Kenny blurted out. It was my turn to stammer. "I... I... I... You're very observant Kenny." I offered. I saw no point in hiding my sexuality. "That's okay. I think I am too," he admitted. "At least I am so far." The topic demanded further exploration but I was concerned about other parties coming to use the showers and I told him so. I turned the taps to the desired levels, stripped and we entered the cubicle together. As the water cascaded upon us Kenny visually examined me anew. He announced, "Whew, you're even bigger than yesterday. You got a whopper." "You have nothing to be ashamed of," I advised. "You're a good size for thirteen." "Yeah I keep measuring it. It's an inch longer than it was four months ago." I placed a generous amount of shampoo on my hands and began to massage his scalp. For his part and without asking Kenny began to soap up my chest. He had the touch of a masseur. As his fingers ran lightly over my chest I could feel my state of arousal heighten. It wasn't long before he began to move downwards. The further he went the more aroused I became. There was no doubt in my mind, this kid was turning me on big time. By the time he reached my pubes I had lost all semblance of control. He brazenly grasped my cock with one hand and applied generous amounts of soap with the other. Wrapping his fingers around it he slowly began a jacking motion. "There, how does that feel?" he purred. I couldn't believe what this kid was doing to me not just physically but emotionally as well. The Gods had blessed me with a sexually aroused angel! Trying to sound in control I groaned, "If you keep that up it could spit at you." "I hope so. Go ahead," he urged, "We're in the shower." I continued to shampoo his head pretending to ignore the action below. As I began to rinse out the soap from his scalp I could ignore him no longer. Kenny was determined to make me cum. Squeezing harder he was pumping vigorously. "Ohhhh," I moaned as I slipped back using the shower wall for support. I closed my eyes and thrust my hips forward. I felt my seed rise. "Ohhhh... shit," I gasped as the first burst hit Kenny just above his navel. Kenny continued to pump as more thick white cream spewed out, most of it falling to the shower floor. "I gotcha," Kenny grinned clearly proud of his achievement. He was so sweet with everything he said and did. He just oozed personality. Without commenting I spun him around and began to lather his back. I applied soap liberally to his hairless armpits. Moving downwards I slid towards his buttocks. I massaged each mound carefully and Kenny leaned backwards to accept my attention. My two middle fingers entered his crevice and caressed his sphincter. Kenny softly moaned as I lingered there a moment. Returning to the front I soaped his chest, then slipped down again. Reaching his erection I began to masturbate him immediately. I was mesmerized as I ran a generous amount of skin back and forth over the mushroomed head. In less than a minute his moaning increased and he grew unsteady on his feet. I wrapped my free hand around his ass and drew him closer. As he began to cry out his climax I drew him even closer forcing his organ to become jammed between us. I grabbed both ass cheeks and ground my body against his in a circular motion. With his head now against my chest he continued to express his ecstasy. He then collapsed his entire weight against me. He lay there a moment or two and then looked up. "I loved the way you did that. It really felt great!" "If you are happy then so am I," I responded. "You know Kenny I'm getting very fond of you in a hurry. It's not just because of the sex. You are a very likeable boy!" "I really like you too," Kenny enthused, "I wish I had a father like you." I laughed, "I look that old huh?" We finished our shower and moments later we were strolling passed the duck pond. "I'm hungry," I admitted, "What do you say we walk over to the local diner for breakfast?" Casey's Diner was authentically designed in the style of the fifties complete with high back private booths. Kenny selected a hungry man breakfast complete with eggs, bacon, ham, sausages, and hash browns. He smothered everything in dollops of ketchup. He sure knew how to eat. It was time to find out more about him. "I don't have any friends," He admitted, "unless you want to count Bob." "I don't understand that. A boy as marvelous as you should have loads of friends." "I used to but Bob took care of that," he replied. "Go on," I urged. "Bob would find anyone I made friends with. He would beat them up or worse. He'd tell them to stay away from me or they would get more of the same. So they do and now no one wants to come near me." "And this Bob," I probed, "How does he treat you?" "He calls me his fuck queen. He always finds me, I don't know how he does it." Tears were beginning to cascade down Kenny's face. "He even came to my house once and dragged me out." I furrowed my brow before commenting, "Didn't your parents do anything?" "They don't care," he sniveled. I found this very puzzling but I decided to pass on delving more into his home life. Instead I wanted to know more about this Bob. I cringed inwardly at the expected response but I had to confirm it. "What does this Bob do to you?" "What do you think he does to me? He fucks me. That's what. He's not as long as you but it's just as fat and it hurts. Sometimes he does it twice before he lets me go. Sometimes he calls his buddies over. Three, four, sometimes six of them take turns fucking me. I'm so sore when they finish I can't sit down." I was ruining the last of his breakfast. He was still crying. I suggested we stop for the day. He insisted on continuing. "They keep telling me that if I rat on them they will take me into the woods, strip me and leave me tied to a tree. Bob's mean enough that I know he'd do it," Kenny sobbed. "You poor guy," I offered weakly, "Was there no one you could have gone to for help?" "Oh I forgot to tell you," Kenny explained, "Bob is the son of the local police chief!" Kenny paused and wiped some tears away. It was the worst case of abuse I had ever heard of. I vowed to Kenny that somehow we would get revenge. The problem at this juncture was that I had absolutely no idea as to how I would accomplish it.