Date: Sat, 07 Jul 2007 11:38:09 -0500 From: Charles Hughes 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. I will try to answer all email: the.empty.room@hotmail.com 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.