Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1998 18:18:00 PST
From: Charlie <charlieje@mindspring.com>
Subject: Kenny_2, Part 2 of the series called Kenny (Gay-highschool)

This is a story about a love between two young boys.  The usual disclaimers
apply: If you are under the age of 18, or reading such material is illegal
in your jurisdiction, then please leave this story unread now.  There are
within the story explicit descriptions of sex between boys, but that is not
the main theme; so if your thing is reading stories that are purely sex in
nature then this story will probably not be to your liking.

The story is made up of both fact and fantasy. The people herein are real,
but their names have been changed. The rest of the story, as I said, is a
mixture of fact and fantasy... perhaps how I wish it had happened. As to
what is fact and what isn't, I shall keep that to myself. As usual,
comments and suggestions are welcome; flames will be ignored.

Since writing the first part of this story, I have received several e-mails
concerning the comment I made that growing up Gay was a lot tougher then
than it is now. Sorry guys, I didn't mean to infer that it's a piece of
cake now because I know better.

What I was referring to mostly was the lot of a young teen who knows or
suspects he is gay. There was no Internet, no gay teen support groups, no
student counseling services, few reference books available to kids,
absolutely no place a kid could turn to try and resolve his feelings. All
these things are not perfect, but they are better than nothing. I went
through it as you can tell from the story, but I was one of the very lucky
ones as the story will relate.

Having said that, I urge anyone out there who is living through this
struggle, no matter what your age, do yourself a favor and get help, be it
counseling, making gay friends, or just researching on the Internet. As I
once read somewhere, "You can't be proud of WHO you are if you're not
comfortable with WHAT you are."

OK, enough legal and commercial stuff.

				   Kenny
				  Part 2

It had been about two weeks since I'd met Kenny. By this time he and I,
together with Ron and Timmy, had become good friends and were always
together. We would meet at school, converse and generally hang out
together, then all four of us would walk from school to Ron's house where
we would work together on this or that project in Ron's lab.

It was a Friday evening. We had met after getting out of Cadets at about 9
PM. Ron and I had joined Air Cadets and Kenny had joined Sea Cadets. Timmy
was tied up with some sort of family function on Friday nights so he was
absent. It occurred to me that if I'd thought Kenny looked good in his
school clothes, he was spectacular in his Navy uniform! We are talking a
traditional "sailor suit" here: Navy blue bell bottom pants, a navy blue
tunic covering a white T-shirt, and one of those cute sailor hats. I still
hadn't figured out my feelings for him, indeed was not even aware there was
anything to figure out. I only knew that I loved being near him, longed to
touch him and often did, of course in non-threatening areas such as his
shoulders, his bare arms, and those beautiful hands.

I would love to be able to say that I masturbated every night while visions
of Kenny danced through my head, but the truth is at fourteen I still
hadn't discovered masturbation. Oh, I played with myself plenty, but for
one reason or another had never reached orgasm. I'd had a few wet dreams
but really didn't understand what they were, only that they were messy and
felt good.

This particular Friday night we were quite relieved to be done with a
pretty tough week.  Feeling rather boisterous as boys are inclined to do,
we were in Ron's bedroom roughhousing on Ron's bed. "Oh, look!" Ron
suddenly exclaimed, "Kenny's wearing long underwear!" I looked to where Ron
was pointing, and sure enough during our play wrestling Kenny's pants leg
had inadvertently been pulled up and underneath was the unmistakable white
of the long underwear on his leg!

"Yeah!" he almost shouted defensively, "Ya wanna know why?" Kenny's face
was beet read. He was obviously very embarrassed by our discovery; a little
too embarrassed I thought. After all this was November in eastern Canada,
so such attempts to defend oneself against the weather were not unheard
of. As he talked, trying desperately to explain himself out of the
embarrassment he was in, my mind was racing. He said that his Navy Bell-
Bottom's, being wool, were very itchy on his legs so he wore the underwear
to protect them. Quite plausible, I thought, only I simply didn't buy it.

I'd had a serious underwear fetish for as long as I could remember, only I
didn't know at the time that there was a name for it. I only knew that
every time I switched from briefs to longjohns, wore shorts for the first
time in the spring, or appeared in public in my bathing suit, I got the
most incredible feeling and my boy prick rose to full attention. Like
Kenny, I had worn long underwear to school a few times and was totally
turned on by the feelings it gave me. Now I was sensing a kindred spirit in
Kenny. I had gone through a living hell protecting my secret and I simply
couldn't stand the thought of Kenny going through the same self- torture,
if indeed it did bother him. And I was going to find out one way or the
other tonight!

By the time Kenny and I left Ron's for the walk home, it was well past 11
and snowing heavily. The incident in Ron's bedroom had been all but
forgotten except for my raging erection which I really didn't understand,
and we were discussing the events of the day and our plans for the
weekend. My heart was in my throat because I had decided to find out if
Kenny indeed shared my fetish, but I had no idea how I was going to do
it. I only knew that I had to find out.

"Man, Kenny," I blurted after a sudden revelation, "I wish I had your
longjohns tonight, it's cold out!" Then I added, "They must feel really
great tonight!"  "Yeah," he returned absently, "They do." At that simple
answer he fell silent and we walked silently through the snow. I was
wracking my brain trying to think of a way to bring up the subject again
when Kenny spoke again. "Do you wear them?" he asked.  "Wear what?" I asked
stupidly.  "Oh, you mean long underwear!" I said, suddenly remembering that
it had been I who had brought it up.  "Yeah, sometimes." Then I decided to
go for broke. "I get this real strange feeling when I first put it on, you
know what I Mean?"  "Yeah I do," he replied, "Same thing happens to me."

Determined not to let this opportunity pass, I pressed on. "I get the same
feeling from nice soft new briefs, sleeping naked, all sorts of things."
"Really?" he questioned, "Me too!"  "So... ummm... that's why you're really
wearing it now?"  "Uh-huh, aren't I terrible?"  "Hell no!" I exclaimed, I
think it's great and if I had any I'd be wearing them too now that the cold
weather is here."  "You don't have any?"  "Not really," I answered, "I do
have a couple pair but they're real old and not very soft."  "Yeah, he
replied knowingly, "They're not much fun."

After walking in silence again for a few minutes Kenny became quite
animated. "I got an idea," he exclaimed.  "Can you sleep over at my house?"
"I guess so," I answered doubtfully. I could not believe what he had just
said! I knew my dad wouldn't even miss me, my mom had just been moved into
a nursing home, so I was pretty well on my own. And my heart was pounding
so hard I was sure Kenny could hear it.  "Great!" Kenny said excitedly, "We
can sleep together in my room and you can borrow some of my underwear if
you like."  "But what about your folks?" I wondered.  "They're away and
won't be back till Sunday night. We have the whole house to ourselves."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "They left you alone?"  "Yup, they went to see my
brother at college. They don't do it very often, but they really didn't
have a choice this time 'cause he's sick."  "You have a brother?"
"Uh-huh. Robbie is 19 and in college. He's a cool guy and I know you'd like
him, but in some ways it's better with him not here if you know what I
mean." I didn't know of course, but I had often fantasized about having an
older brother... a brother of any kind or age would have been great, I
thought.

We stepped up our pace and soon Kenny was unlocking the back door to his
parents' house. I felt really strange as we walked into the kitchen and
removed our outer clothes and hung them to dry. "Want a lunch?" he
offered. Silly question, we were teenage boys, so of course we wanted a
lunch! We rummaged through the refrigerator, finally settling on a sandwich
made from leftover roast beef. I found myself getting more and more jealous
of Kenny and his family. The fact that he was a cherished, loved son was
evident everywhere. I remembered having those feelings when I was younger
and my mom was well, but now her influence was gone from the house and my
dad gave no indication that he cared whether I lived or died, as long as he
didn't have to bother with me.

"So tell me about your underwear fetish." Kenny requested as we munched on
our sandwiches.  "My what?" I asked dumbly.  "Your fetish. My dad says
that's what it's called when you get excited about something unusual like
underwear or going naked or whatever. He says I've got a fetish for
underwear if he ever saw one."  "Your dad knows?" I queried, astonished.
"Of course. Doesn't yours?"  "You kiddin'? You want me to get killed?"
"Why?" Kenny asked. This time it was Kenny who was astonished. "My dad says
I'm not doing any harm at all so I should not feel guilty about it, but
just enjoy it. But now that I've met you I think I'll enjoy it a lot
more. It gets kinda lonely thinking you're unusual in some way and thinking
there's no one else like that."  "I know what you mean, Kenny. But I can't
believe your dad is so tolerant."  My dad says I have a lot to give to the
world and I should not expect to be perfect because no one is. He said if
the worst thing I ever do is fill my dresser drawers with underwear and
change it six times a day then I have nothing to be ashamed of."

I felt a lot better after our little talk, knowing that I had a friend I
could talk to about what I considered to be my odd fascination. I was still
not sure how I felt about Kenny sharing so much with his dad, especially
because his dad knew mine; but I was committed now and I wasn't going to
back out, even if it would do any good.

As we walked up the stairs, I said, "Kenny, I have to use your bathroom." I
was still quite shy about using the bathroom in someone else's house and my
bladder had to be almost bursting before I would give in and ask.  "No
problem," Kenny answered, "Second door on your left. My bedroom is right
across the hall."

When I came out of the bathroom and walked into Kenny's room, he had
removed his uniform and put on a pair of jeans. He was standing facing me
wearing only the jeans and of course the underwear that began at his ankles
and continued to his neck, with buttons from crotch to throat. "It's called
a Union Suit," he explained, "Like it?" My inhibitions, my worries of being
rejected, my efforts to impress Kenny, were melting like butter on a stove
top. "Like it!" I exclaimed, "Kenny, you look so great Man! I wish I had
your body!" I couldn't believe I'd just said that, but it was after all the
truth. I was quite surprised at how well his upper body filled out the
underwear. Below the belt he was quite slim, almost little boy looking; but
above the belt he had a well developed chest with biceps and deltoids well
defined, possibly even accentuated by the white underwear. In spite of
myself I found myself admiring him openly.

His white body suit style underwear contrasted with his olive colored skin
so that the cotton garment appeared to be almost glowing. I could see now
that despite his small stature he filled the underwear really well. He was
well muscled, the bulges of his deltoids, biceps and quadriceps showing
plainly through the thin cotton that surrounded them. His shoulders were
broad, causing the top button to strain somewhat. There was a significant
pointed bulge in his groin, clear indication that Kenny was also aroused.
He was absolutely gorgeous standing there in the subdued light of his
bedside lamp. My mind was in overdrive now. I had succeeded in getting the
tie and shirt of my uniform off, and was working on my belt when I looked
up at Kenny. I didn't think about it, I just acted. I took two steps across
the floor and we were face to face, almost touching. My arms went around
his broad muscular shoulders in a warm embrace. A split second later I
realized what I had done and started to apologize, but then I felt his arms
around my waist as well, slowly exploring my back and shoulders through my
T-shirt. "Charlie," he whispered, "Your body is awesome! Don't ever wish
you had mine, yours is so big and strong!" I gasped with pleasure as my
pants, the belt having been undone, slid down my legs to my ankles. I
stepped out of them as Kenny's hands slid down and grasped my butt cheeks.

There are certain things in our lives that don't have to be taught, they
just come naturally. I think this was one of those times. As I have said, I
had never had a sexual experience of any kind, had not even thought about
it really.  In my mind sex was one thing and love quite another, and I had
never thought of either one of them in relation to Kenny. Now my body had
gone on autopilot and was doing its own thing, no matter what my mind did
or thought. My hands were wandering all over Kenny's underwear clad body as
his did the same for me. We drew closer and our hard boners touched through
the clothes that hid them. We both gasped.  "Kenny," I whispered, "I don't
know what's happening, but I know it feels awful good."  "I know," he
whispered back, "I've never felt this way before!" Our eyes locked, and
once more I was seeing far beyond his beautiful deep brown eyes directly
into his very soul. "I... uh..." I stuttered, "I don't think your underwear
will fit me."  "That's ok," he answered, "I'd rather see you without it
anyway."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked. I thought I already knew the answer,
but I asked anyway. Kenny didn't answer, at least in words, but he hooked
his thumbs under the waist band of my briefs and started pushing them
down. I took his cue and began undoing the buttons of Kenny's union suit,
starting at his gorgeous, long, graceful neck. Each time I dispatched a
button I ran my hands inside and marveled at the soft yet firm skin I found
within. Kenny reached up to help me get the undergarment off his shoulders,
but I stopped him. "No," I ordered, "I'll do it." Soon Kenny was naked,
with his longjohns and jeans bunched up around his ankles. My briefs were
around mine, but I still had on my T-shirt. Kenny started to giggle.
Without a word I knew what had amused him and laughed also. "Guess we'd
better take that off too, right?" I chuckled. Without a word, Kenny grasped
the tail of the shirt and pulled it over my head. "O man!" Kenny exclaimed
as he took a step backwards, "You have no idea how long I have been waiting
to see you... I mean ALL of you!" I had not really thought about it before,
I realized after his remark that I had wanted to see him naked too, but I
just didn't realize it. Now I took a really good look, as Kenny looked at
me. As I had suspected, he was quite muscular for his age. And that olive
skin of his! He looked for all the world like he'd just spent a full week
on the beach totally naked.  My eyes scanned down his well developed chest,
past his sculpted washboard stomach, on downward to his genitals. His cock
was not that of a little boy, but the uncut male member of a young teen,
about 5 inches long. His balls, though small, were certainly larger than
those of many of his 13-year-old counterparts. His body was completely
hairless, including his genital area. I found this a little strange since
I'd had hair almost from the time my genitals had started growing.  But at
this moment it wasn't important.

We came together again and embraced. "Kenny," I gasped, "What's happening
here?"  "I have no idea," he answered breathlessly, "But I hope it never
stops."  "Me too," I assured him as my wandering hands grasped his rigid
member.  As I gripped it, Kenny's entire body shivered. He began gently
pulling me toward the bed and we both collapsed, our hands roaming and
grasping all over the other.  "Have you ever done this with anyone else?"
Kenny asked between heavy, panting breaths.  "Never!" I replied hoarsely.
"You're the first person I've ever done anything like this with. To be
honest I don't even know what we're doing or why, only that it feels very
very right."  "Me too. Charlie, there's so much I want to do and I'm not
sure if it's right or wrong, and I'm not sure I care."

"Like what?" I asked honestly. But again he didn't answer, he just started
wriggling around on the bed until his face was two inches from my throbbing
member.  As he closed his lips around the head of my cock and pulled the
foreskin back with his hand, I thought I was going to have a stroke! The
feeling was so warm, so friendly, so wet and so right! I wanted to feel
Kenny's cock in my mouth, but I couldn't move! I was totally paralyzed by
the feelings he was giving me as he sucked and licked, sending me totally
into orbit with his ministrations as his lips slid up and down my shaft
from tip to base. In no time at all I began to get a really weird feeling.
It was a feeling the likes of which I'd never known before, but I knew
instinctively what was going to happen next. "Oh my God, Kenny!" I screamed
as a wave of.... a wave of what the heck....  moved from my head down my
body to the ends of my toes and back up again. And then I was thrusting my
hips involuntarily, and as I did I felt something, I knew not what, exiting
from my cock into Kenny's mouth.  Kenny was moaning loudly, swallowing as
quickly as he could whatever he was receiving from me.

When I had returned more or less to normal and felt myself going flaccid,
Kenny released me and moved up my spent body until we were face to face,
put his lips to mine, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I could smell the
essence of the fluid I had just ejaculated into him though all visible
traces of it were gone. For a moment I was shocked. I had never in my
wildest dreams thought I would be kissed by another boy, and I certainly
never dreamed that I would like it. I had never felt so contented in my
entire life! But at the same time I didn't have a really good feeling about
what had just happened.  "What was that?" I demanded of Kenny. He laughed
softly.  "I think," he said tenderly into my ear, "it was a blowjob
followed by a kiss."  "I know that," I questioned, "But... I mean... what
happened? Why did we do what we did? And what was that I put in your mouth?

"You just came for the very first time in your life," he answered, ignoring
the other questions. "You just shot a load of your semen into my mouth!"
"I did?" I asked with astonishment. "Geez, I'm sorry Kenny. I didn't know
it was coming."  "I didn't either," Kenny replied, "But don't be sorry.  It
was wonderful!"  "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, referring to
the incredible blowjob I'd just received.  "I have no idea," Kenny
answered, "I only knew that I had to do it. I HAD to have you in my mouth!"
"Well," I replied with some nervousness in my voice, "Now I just HAVE to
have YOU in MY mouth!"  "You don't have to if you don't want to," he said
softly, "some people think it's pretty gross."  "I was one of those people
till a few minutes ago, now I have GOT to try it, and I've GOT to give you
the feelings that you just gave me."  "I love you Charlie!" was his
response. I was shaken by this statement, but at that moment my physical
needs exceeded my mental curiosity as I worked my way down Kenny's gorgeous
body to his waiting cock.

My mind was whizzing a thousand miles a second. It might be said that I had
never done anything like this before, but that wouldn't be quite the truth.
As I contemplated what I was about to do my mind went back two years or so
to my first, and only, experience. Time seemed to be standing still as I
looked upon every detail of Kenny's beautiful genital area from a range of
about six inches.

As nearly as I can remember I was barely twelve when Dougie moved into a
small upstairs apartment my dad had made to make some extra bucks. He was 8
and lived in the apartment with his mom. In no time at all I was
babysitting Dougie while his mom worked.

I'm not sure how it started, but I'm pretty sure Dougie himself started it,
if that makes any difference.  Besides being his babysitter, I was also
Dougie's best friend, in fact his only friend. One of our frequent games
was play wrestling, which we both enjoyed for our own reasons. For a long
time I didn't even admit this to myself, but the truth is I got really
excited by the feel of our bodies so close together as we wrestled. Before
long we were putting on our bathing suits for our games, and that of course
led to wearing nothing at all.

As time went on we added touching and exploring to our games, and before I
knew it I was sucking his little boy dick. At that time, he had at best
three inches when fully erect, and a gigantic foreskin, which I laughed at
and called his tassel. I suppose that's a characteristic of a small boy,
thought I haven't seen enough of them to make an informed judgment. I had
started to grow a little, and although still totally hairless I sported a
4-inch plus dick, which Dougie thought was totally awesome!  Neither of us
ever reached orgasm, never even knew such a thing existed. We simply took
each other in our mouths and sucked a little because it felt so great, then
went on to other things. But I never forgot it, never again thought about
sucking cock being anything but wonderful!

But I digress. I was now looking directly into the eye of a 5 inch boy
prick, standing straight up.  There was absolutely no pubic hair, but a
nicely formed pair of balls snuggled close to Kenny's body.  His penis was
jumping gently with every one of Kenny's heartbeat. What I was going to do
suddenly seemed so natural, so right, so necessary, I just opened my mouth
and slid it down over his cock. Kenny groaned loudly as the technocrat in
me took control.

To be perfectly honest, I didn't think about Kenny's pleasure, so intense
was my own enjoyment. But I managed to send him into orbit anyway. As I
sucked gently, I started analyzing what I was doing and reasoned that if I
were to pull the foreskin back, Kenny would experience more intense
feelings. I was unwilling or unable to release the hold my lips had on him,
so I poked my tongue into the opening of his foreskin and began circling it
round the head and working that skin down and away from the crown. Kenny
went absolutely wild! He didn't last long as you might imagine... not
nearly long enough to suit me.  He let our a loud groan then yelled "Oh,
Charlie!" in that gorgeous voice of his, cracking between little boy
soprano and teenager baritone. And then he was spouting gallons of his seed
into my mouth and down my throat. I had never tasted nor felt anything so
incredible in my young life! He wasn't bucking or moving in any way, just
moaning and shooting. It was as if he'd concentrated all the energy he
could muster into filling me with his fluid. And fill me he did!

When it was over and Kenny's penis was so tender he gently pushed my head
away from him, I sat up and looked down upon him, lying there on the
bed. If I live to be 150 years old I doubt if I will see anything more
beautiful than him lying there, totally spent, gazing up at me with a very
slight smile on his face. "Where did you ever learn to do that?" he asked
quietly, repeating my question to him.  "Do what?" I asked innocently, "You
just did the same thing to me."  "Not like that!" he exclaimed, "Man, I
thought you were gonna suck my insides right out of me!"

And then we were lying side by side, gently and slowly running our hands
over each other's body. And that's when the phone rang.


Part 3 will be along as soon as I can type it. If you like this story or
have any comments, please e-mail them to charlieje@mindspring.com