Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 19:17:29 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: Duck Pond Boy C3 By noon we had arrived at my RV. I expected Kenny to be impressed with it. With the sliders fully extended it had the look and feel of a very comfortable cottage. Unfortunately spilling out his story had totally exhausted him. He muttered some muted compliments, hugged me and then asked if he could lay down on my bed. Since he wore no underpants I expected him to sleep with his shorts on, instead he stripped naked. He smiled through sleepy eyes, "You can do anything you want to me. I don't care. I love it. Just don't fuck me. Please!" He lay his sweet head on the pillow and appeared to nod off almost instantly. Considering what he had been through I was impressed and honoured with the trust he had in me. Retiring to the living room I tried to assemble my thoughts and ideas from the events of the last thirty-six hours. First I admitted to myself that I was a boy lover. I realized now that I had done a lot of looking over the years but I had never managed to put two and two together. Already I knew I was madly in love with the boy but I was lost as what to do next. I was just passing through town for Christ's sake. I could stay another week, a month, maybe two but then what? Was I really doing him any favours or was I being selfish? How was he going to feel when I moved on? Kenny might be devastated. And what about Bob? How do I handle the chief's son? Kenny was jail bait and if I wasn't careful my ass could end up in a cold cell. There were lots of questions and very few answers. Now feeling tired myself I retired to the bedroom, stripped and lay down beside Kenny. He lay spread eagled, his mouth slightly ajar and his breathing heavy. His totally flaccid organ was still about three inches long. I ran a finger lightly through his bush, the hair was like soft down. My finger moved up over his stomach and then his chest, the flesh was smooth, supple and blemish free. His nipples were large and slightly puffy. Kenny shuddered as I ran my finger over one of them. Reaching his face I brushed back his hair, kissed him ever so lightly on one cheek and drew back. To my eyes, he was the second coming of Michelangelo's David. I shook my head and wondered how such a wondrous boy could have been dealt a rotten hand. I rolled over and closed my eyes. I woke up an hour or perhaps it was two hours later. Kenny seemingly had not moved. I got up on one elbow and examined him anew. I simply could not get enough of his beauty and frankly I realized it was making me hornier by the moment. Remembering his invitation I lifted up his soft member. I reached over and took him in completely. It was like taking Jerry in. Jerry had been small but perfect. I used to service Jerry for hours until he begged for mercy. My mouth was beginning to feel more full. Kenny was waking up and his cock was expanding rapidly. Keeping my upper lip buried in his pubes I looked up to see him smiling at me. "I was afraid to ask you but I was hoping that you would suck it." I pulled off slowly pressing hard as I passed his helmet. Kenny drew his breathe in. "You are safe here," I advised him. "Don't ever be afraid to ask me for sex. I'll give you all the sex you want whenever you want it." Kenny grinned, "I'd be careful if I was you. I might keep you very busy!" "I hope you do Kenny," I murmured, "I hope you do." With that I grasped his organ and went down in earnest. I bobbed as hard and as fast as I could to maximize his pleasure. Fortunately for me it took longer than I expected. I loved every morsel of it as it slipped back and forth. He began to writhe and cry out. I felt his glans expand and I was blessed with sweet nectar. "Whew," Kenny jokingly complained, "Now you have made me tired all over again." I turned serious. I needed some answers. "Kenny you have been here all day. Are you sure your parents won't be worried about you by now?" "Jeremy I told you they don't give a shit. I could be here a week and they wouldn't know any different!" The fact he had used my first name told me that he was trying to be as sincere as possible. I was convinced that he had spoken the truth and it eased my mind. The rest of the day was delightful. We strode to the mall and toured the stores. I bought Kenny a shirt to replace the worn blue rag that he donned. Red and black was hardly my choice to go with his satin green shorts but it was what Kenny wanted. We finished by eating at an all you can eat rib house. They made money on me but after Kenny went back for a fourth helping I figured they lost on him. I didn't know where he shoved it all. The conversation was light. This time I stayed away from probing questions. The meal over we wandered back to the RV park. It was dark now. We passed the office and then several occupied sites. Sounds of laughter, a loud TV and then a crying baby assaulted our ears. We found a bench by the duck pond. It was a quiet part of the park. I wrapped an arm around his waist and his head clung to my chest. Kenny looked up into my eyes and said, "You've made me feel very happy, the best I have felt in a long long time." "I've been going through some rough times too Kenny," I replied. "You've made me the happiest I have felt for a long time too." He sighed deeply and whispered, "I really like you Jeremy." I returned his smile. "No more than I like you." No more needed to be said. We held each other in silence for several minutes. Finally Kenny stirred. "It's getting late. I better go home. Thanks for a wonderful day." "Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked raising my eyebrows in expectation. "Of course," he responded, "I'll be here early tomorrow to feed the ducks." I watched his lithe form slowly disappear into the darkness. I returned to the RV feeling uplifted. Life had a purpose again. Sleep came easily. Rising early as was my habit I strode over to the park office to grab a coffee and my morning paper. I figured Kenny would arrive at any time. However he still hadn't appeared by the time I finished my paper. Not to worry I thought he'll be by the duck pond with his breadcrumbs. I picked up two towels and headed for the shower. Kenny wasn't by the duck pond either. The ducks were milling about looking as lost as I was. Returning from the shower I was beginning to worry. This was stupid I told myself. You just met this kid and now my whole life was revolving around him. No, I argued with myself, it was right. The kid really needed me and if I was truthful I needed him. I resolved at that moment to do everything in my power to give him a brighter future. Into the afternoon he still hadn't made an entrance. I found myself pacing the floor occasionally looking out of the window towards the park entrance. How stupid of me I thought. I have no way of finding him in a hurry. I don't even know where he lives. By evening my worry had reached a fever pitch. Something had happened! He wouldn't just walk away, not a boy as caring as Kenny. I hadn't eaten all day yet I felt no hunger. I thought of going to the police but quickly dismissed the idea. I finally sat in a chair, turned on the TV and waited. The figures moved about the screen but my head was full of thoughts of Kenny. I don't know what time I fell asleep. I did know the TV was still on when a rapping woke me up. I knew it was Kenny. I opened the door and found him in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up and groaned, "I made it."