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I am introducing a new prolific author's roster. The list of stories by Larkin has become untidy, full of re-writes, incompleted and poorly written stories. If desired you can still go back and sort through but the mess but I will list the new stories and fresh re-writes under the pen name, A. Larkin. Thank you for supporting Nifty and supporting me.


The Itch by A.Larkin 2017 all rights reserved.

Please send comments to jet2larkin (at) geemale dot kom (reinterpret.)

All of the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters exist in reality.


Of course there is enough to satisfy all you ignominious wankers but there is also a story here. It didn't start out this way but it became a coming of age story. This story is consists of 5 possibly 6 parts.

Comments are appreciated using the e-mail above.


The Itch


Part 3.


Money.


His mother was sitting in front of the TV, smoking a cigarette and working on her Big Book of Sudoku puzzles.

Kevin had let himself into the house. “Can I have some money?”

Without looking up she said, “No. What happened to your lunch money?”

It's gone already.”

She gave him an angry look. “So what do you want me to do about it?”

Doesn't my father send you money every month to take care of me?”

Go look in the refrigerator. that's where all the money goes.” She continued with her puzzle.

Kevin just stood there. His very presence irritated his mother.

She threw down her puzzle book. “Look, you get $20 a week for lunch money and that's it!”

Kevin continued to stand there.

In stead of coming in here and bothering me for money, why don't you get a job?”

At that, Kevin turned, retreating to his room.

He mumbled to himself. “I hardly eat anything and one more month of school and then what?”


Back in his room he was trying to figure out where he was going to get money. Going without lunch wasn't enough. His door opened and Clayton glided in bringing with him a cheerful and happy atmosphere. He climbed right into Kevin's lap and hung his arms around his neck. Inches away, he looked into Kevin's face and gave him a moist dose of raspberries.

Clayton was easily more affectionate and open than Kevin. “You're so stupid! My brother is stupid but you are stupider.”

Kevin ignored him. He lay back on his bed but it did no good because Clayton was on top of him. The younger boy wormed and squiggled giving Kevin another spray of raspberries.

Quit it!”

This was not nearly enough to discourage Clayton. He slid his hand down into Kevin's pants, down into his damp underwear and took hold of his cock. When he did, Kevin stopped resisting and let Clayton have his way.

With Kevin's stiff cock in one hand, Clayton pulled up closer and with lips parted tried to kiss Kevin. He turned this way and that trying to avoid the kiss. Clayton wouldn't let him and Kevin's refusal made him even more determined. Once the older boy's resistance subsided, he opened his mouth and let the younger boy stick his tongue in as far as it would go and moved it around. The sensation stiffened his cock. That's all it took for Kevin to understand what kissing was about. They continued kissing, perfecting it until it became a complete and total necessity. Soon they were naked together and Clayton was applying the clear jerk-off gel on Kevin's hard dick. He raised his legs and guided Kevin's cock up his ass. Apparently Clayton's brother had made good and regular use of his hole because it was effortless for Kevin to fuck someone almost half his size. While doing it he thought about Ricky and how he had crammed his big cock up his ass and how it hurt. Clayton lay below him, little cock hard and sticking straight up and in a state of sublime pleasure. If Clayton fucked him it wouldn't amount to more than a tickle. Maybe that was the difference?



Monday, 3:00pm.


He saw Ricky the next day at school. He didn't have any money for weed but when Kevin asked him to come over, Ricky got the message.

He chuckled. “No can do. Me and Briana are back together.”

When he returned from school, Kevin found a note tacked to his door.


I called Mrs. Albert from down the block and she says that she has yard work and that you should come over Saturday morning at 10.


Not a minute later, Clayton showed up and dropping is back pack in the corner he lay out on Kevin's bed and began taking off his clothes.

“Oh so you just come in here and get naked? Suppose someone like my mother would come in?”

Clayton was giggling. “I'd tell them that you made me do it and you made me do dirty things. Anyway, I know you like it.”

Naked and hard, Clayton hung on Kevin and kissed him. Perhaps not close enough, Clayton embraced him with both arms and legs.

He whispered into Kevin's ear, “Stick you dick up my ass.”

Clayton's desire to be fucked was much more advanced than his own but it took someone bigger than Clayton to do it.

The naked Clayton helped Kevin with his clothes. “You're all smelly from gym.”

Kevin shrugged. “So?”

Clayton giggled, “I like it!”

Pulling Kevin's underwear down, the younger one took the big dick into his mouth.

They lay on the bed together in perfect opposition with Kevin over Clayton. They sucked each other's cocks. Clayton's cock was barely a morsel. Kevin could easily take all of his stiff cock and balls into his mouth. He knew his own scent had gotten randier but Clayton always smelled sweet. He was licking his two robin's eggs balls. Clayton raised both legs making his bottom hole suddenly accessible. Kevin moved forward. There was an impulse to do something he had never done before or even thought of doing. He moved in closer. The idea of this act prompted him to do it. He began licking Clayton's hole. The pure lewdness of this act appealed to Kevin's filthy teenage mind. He almost came into Clayton's mouth, but held off, saving it for better things. He was preparing the hole with his tongue readying it for his incredibly stiff boner. It was time to turn him around and penetrate him. Kevin's cock went way up inside of the boy. In the short time he had known Clayton, he had taught him how to kiss, how to fuck and how to lick a boy's hole clean. It was plain to see that these two boys were in love with themselves and in love with each other...but then, nothing is perfect.



The Job.


Wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, Kevin stood at the Albert's front door. When it opened he was confronted with a tall commanding woman. She looked at Kevin as if he was an unpleasant distraction.

She said, “Oh, you're Kevin?”

Mrs. Albert appeared to be, all business. “Oh, Kevin, you wait here my husband, Fred is coming down and he'll show you what to do.”

She left him waiting out front for more than 10 minutes. Kevin spent his time thinking about how he'd rather be with Clayton. Finally Mr. Albert came out and led the boy around to the backyard. He was balding and a bit paunchy. He wore a white shirt, creased pants and peculiar horned rimmed glasses.

Just call me Fred. I need you to rake up all these grass clippings and put them in this barrel and then clean out and organize the green house.”

Kevin looked at the shed that had a small green house attached to it.

Mr. Albert put the rake into Kevin's hand. The boy looked at it as if he didn't know what it was. Mr. Albert demonstrated how to use the rake and gave it back to Kevin. The boy made a halfhearted attempt at raking. It became immediately apparent to Mr. Albert that Kevin didn't know how to do anything.

He continued raking and Kevin collected the debris and put in in the barrel. He took off his tee shirt, revealing low hanging shorts with no underwear. In spite of Mr. Albert doing practically all the work Kevin asked. “How much are you paying me?”

Mr. Albert had every right to be outraged by such a galling request but instead he said, “Kevin, you can call me Fred.”

Well how much?” Giving the impression that he might walk if the offer wasn't good enough.

How's $8 per hour.”

Kevin followed Fred into the little greenhouse. The greenhouse had been neglected. The air was arid and hot and everything that had been there had dried up and died probably a long time ago. From the heat Kevin's half naked body took on a glow of teenage perspiration. Mr. Albert was sweating so much that his shirt was showing wet spots. Kevin looked at Mr. Albert and was wondering what he was suppose to do. He was leaning against a stack of flats looking particularly idle when Mr. Albert approached him. The man reached out and tried to trace the shape of Kevin's cock that was hidden in his shorts. Mr. Albert had made the move and it was too late to take it back. Kevin didn't move but instead appeared to be amused. His smile was not threatening but was approving of a conspiracy between the two.

When Mr. Albert felt Kevin's shorts again his cock was much more apparent. The balding man tried to slide the boy's shorts down. Kevin helped by unbuttoning the top. Now his cock was hard and rising. Kevin was pleased and approving. The man sunk to his knees in front of the boy and began handling Kevin's cock. Mr. Albert was trembling. Kevin moved a little allowing his shorts to fall to his ankles. He took the boy's cock into his mouth.

In the distance they heard his wife calling. “Fred! I need your help with the rug!”

Mr. Albert stopped for a second and then continued in silent desperation.

Looking up a Kevin he said, “I want you to squirt! Do it quickly.”

He went back to sucking his cock. Kevin took on the same level of urgency and it was building quickly when they heard his wife calling again. “FRED!”

Kevin stopped and then jerked off into Mr. Albert's mouth. When Kevin had shaken it out, the man turned him around, spread the boy's behind and started licking all around his untidy hole.

FRED! Get in here!”

He rose up and called, “In a minute dear!”

Kevin was calm and relaxed when he pulled up his shorts but Mr. Albert appeared to be shaken. He folded a $50 bill and gave it to Kevin. “Maybe you better go.”


Love Bites.


Sitting by himself in the school cafeteria Kevin was eating a small bag of chips. Clayton had been sitting with him but had to run off. Three girls sat down at his table. There was Briana, Tiffany and Carla. They were all smiling and giggling like girls do.

Carla spoke first. “Hi Kevin.”

Looking at each one in an effort to determine what was up.

He said, “Hi.”

Tiffany said, Well Kevin we wanted to know what you've been up to?

He shrugged his shoulders ”nothin”

Kevin, we wanted to know if you have a girlfriend?” They all giggled.

He shrugged. “No, not really.”

They looked disbelieving at each other. “Yeah, right Kevin. Come on, you can tell us. We won't tell anybody.” Then they all laughed.

He was wondering why all the questions from girls that usually ignored him.

Come on Kevin, you can tell us.”

Kevin looked sort of confused.

Briana softly touched Kevin's neck. “Well if you don't have a girlfriend then what are these?

What?”

Carla pulled out a mirror from her backpack and held it up for Kevin to see his own, usually untidy image. There were 3 black and blue bruises on his neck. Two on one side and one on the other.

Come on Kevin tell us who did it?”

He looked mystified and in a convincing voice he said, “I don't know?”

"Kevin, you couldn't have done it to your self."

The girls all started to laugh because either he was lying or there was more than one person biting his neck in a moment of passion. It meant that he had to have something, something that somebody wanted bad enough to suck his neck and it made him much more interesting in the gossipy girls eyes. The bites on his neck did not detract from his cuteness but instead made him sexy and trashy.

Only after they left did he put 2 and 2 together and realize that it could only have been Clayton. Ricky would never kiss and would not bite his neck.

He rubbed both sides of his neck and smiled.


Kevin and his mother sat together in Mr. Hooper's private office. The vice principal was stern and in an obvious huff. Skipping detention was not the only issue, there was something else that had to be handled delicately. The matter at hand was, (the boner incident). It was alluded to but it seems that the evidence had gone soft.

We don’t approve of any sexual activity on school property.”

Kevin said, “You don’t?”

Do you realize the you made a spectacle of yourself in the middle of detention?

I did?”

How do you explain those blotches all over your neck? You couldn’t have done them yourself, who did it?”

I don’t know?”

You must know they don’t happen by themselves?”

They don’t?”

We don’t approve of this sort of thing in school. As far as I am concerned, you should be completely out of school before foolish decisions like that are made.”

Kevin said, “Why?”

Mr. Hooper always seemed to have a broom handle up his ass. “Kevin your behavior has been blatant and undignified!”

Kevin gave Mr. Hooper a puzzled look. “It has?”

Kevin you know exactly what I am talking about!”

The boy was still wearing a mask of bewilderment.“What?”

Mr Hooper was on the verge of exploding. “Kevin, you answer everything with a question!”

I do?”

Kevin, go sit in the hall!”

He sat quietly on the bench and waited. His free floating thoughts wandered back to Clayton's bottom hole.

His mother and the vice principal, ironed out all the problems and it was decided that Kevin would be allowed to return to school.

In the car on the way home, his mother said, "You embarrassed me in front of that fucking martinet. If you try anything like that again, you're really gonna get it!" Smiling, Kevin said with biting sarcasm, "What are you gonna do, kill me?"



Night Visitor.


It was the middle of the night when he was awaken by a stumbling thump at the foot of his bed. It was a large dark figure that gave him a start until he realized that it was Ricky.

You awake?”

Now I am.”

Ricky sat on the edge of Kevin's bed.

Rummaging around in the box, Kevin found an old hippy candle and lit it. Ricky leaned close to the glow and lit a joint, inhaled, held it in, coughed and then handed it to Kevin.

In a raspy voice he said, “Want some?”

Both boys sat together, smoked and talked.

What happened to Briana?”

Ricky choked on the smoke and then said, “Fuck her!! I'm sick of putting up with her shit.”

Ricky spread out on the bed with the naked Kevin. “You know what she asked me?”

No.”.

She wants me to get circumcised, you know, my dick cut.”

He gave Kevin an astonished look. “Can you fuckin believe that?”

Kevin was just as puzzled. “Why?”

She told me her mother said it was dirty. I said, you mean you told your fuckin mother about my fuckin dick?”

Kevin said, “That's stupid.”

He was glad the Ricky had come over. They were both getting high. The small room became peaceful and to Kevin, magical. Ricky's voice became soft and friendly. He began stroking Kevin's behind. The idea that Ricky wanted to fuck him excited him.

He whispered to Kevin, “You feel like it?”

Kevin arched his back making his bottom open and available.

You want it?”

In a soft voice he said, “Yeah, I do.”

Kevin handed Ricky the bottle of gel.

It 'll be better this time.” Ricky kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt and standing up, dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His large brown dick was swinging with his big balls snug at the base.

He gave Kevin the plastic bottle of gel. “Here, you put it on me.”

He sat up and tended to Ricky's stiff cock with the gel, pushing his foreskin up and down. Ricky took hold of Kevin's ankle and pushed both his legs back to get at his hole. With 3 fingers he shoved the gel up his ass. Kevin moaned expecting a big dick going up his ass.

Ricky said, “Relax!”

Being fucked was so overwhelming that he just lay there while Ricky did his dirty deed. Ricky had found the place way up inside of his bottom. It was soothing the thing that had been calling to him in the night. It was a sensation that could only be resolved by a big hard dick. He reached up to pull down Ricky to kiss.

Ricky pushed his arms out of the way and continued fucking harder and faster. “Stop that shit! You want to kiss find a girl!”


End of Part 3


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