Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 17:49:51 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Duck Pond Boy - C4 Chapter Four I carried him to my bed and carefully laid him face down. Pulling down his shorts I saw blood oozing from his crack. Kenny closed his eyes and whimpered, "It hurts." Gently pushing the two orbs apart I washed him with lukewarm water. The facecloth soon became saturated with a combination of blood, feces and cum . I felt absolutely helpless. All I could come up with was, "I wish I could have been there." His eyes still closed he moaned, "Me too." Blood was still seeping from his sphincter. I was afraid to probe inside for fear of doing further damage. I warned him, "If you are still bleeding in the morning I am taking you to a hospital." Kenny immediately became animated. "No! You can't! They will call the police and all hell will break loose." Kenny may have been correct in the problems it may cause but on the other hand I knew if there was serious damage inside the wound could become life threatening. Rather than upset him further I decided to wait until morning. "Stay by my side," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere," I assured him. While Kenny eventually and mercifully found sleep I stayed awake the rest of the night. Every hour or so I bathed him once more. At one point I applied fresh gauze to his orifice applying as much pressure as I dare hoping to stem the flow. I wasn't sure it helped much. As the light of a new day began to flood the RV the bleeding slowly ceased. Kenny soon awoke and with difficulty was able to roll onto his backside. "I'm still sore," he complained. "How many were there?" I inquired. Kenny grimaced again before speaking. "I dunno, maybe six or seven. I lost count." I found myself filling with rage as I racked my brain for a reasoned response. We spent a quiet day recuperating. I catered to his every whim. Rather than get up I allowed him to use a pee bottle. Thankfully he had no urge to take a bowel movement. I managed to get him to eat some scrambled egg and toast. When evening came I knew he would be staying the night. We didn't even discuss it. The next morning he was feeling better. He was even able to walk to the couch. He felt like talking. "I don't know if I could go through another experience like that one. I tried to get here but I realized that Bob was following me. I didn't want him to know about you or the RV park so I went to the mall instead. I tried to hide but he caught me and almost broke my arm. He forced me to go to his house. His parents were away at some police chief convention in Philadelphia or something. He called all of his buddies over and...and..." Kenny began to convulse and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't go on. He reached for me with outstretched arms and I soothed him by rubbing a hand over his bare back. "That's okay Kenny. You don't need to tell me any more." He didn't bother dressing again. I propped up some fresh pillows on the couch and allowed him his choice of TV program. I sat in a nearby chair and watched him. While I was still very concerned for his health his naked form was a feast for my eyes. I couldn't help myself. Once again I drank in every detail. About two in the afternoon he staggered onto his feet and unsteadily wandered about for the first time. He helped himself to some orange juice. He came back grinning and quietly stated, "Let's go to bed." Like a robot I followed him to the bedroom, stripped and then lay down beside him. He reached over and took hold of my member. "You don't have to Kenny," I told him. He responded, "But I want to." He propped himself up on one elbow and began to examine me as if he was seeing it for the first time. "How long is it?" he inquired. "Almost nine inches," I responded. "Whew, that's big!" he whistled. "Well you better get used to it," I suggested, "My guess is you are going to have a damn big one yourself!" He grinned, "That would be great." He continued to stare at my appendage before continuing. "I'd like to suck it for you but I don't think I can get it in my mouth. Can I jerk you off instead?" "Only if you want to," I reminded him. "Of course I do. I want to make you happy." I inwardly shook my head in amazement. With all the pain and suffering he was experiencing he was still concerned about making me happy. With that he wrapped his right hand around my shaft just below the helmet. He became a whir of activity. He furrowed his brow and stuck out an inch of tongue between his teeth. Once again I tried to hold off and enjoy his work for as long as possible. Once again I failed. My climax was quick and pronounced. "Ohhhh...Here it comes!" I warned him. The first wave gushed out landing on my stomach. He continued to pump and additional waves draped the back of his fingers and hand. Kenny looked into my eyes and with an inquisitive half expectant expression asked, "How was that?" I knew him well enough now to know that he was not seeking praise. Kenny genuinely cared about others. He'd shown that quality to me in many ways. To me it was one of his most endearing qualities. Thinking of a lot more than the sexual release I exclaimed, "You are more wonderful than words can express!" He let out a deep sigh and then reaching for a towel from the bedside stand he carefully cleaned us both. He then placed his head on my chest, the top of it resting just beneath my chin. His far arm wrapped around me. Strangely the care he showed for others did not seem to extend to his own family. If Kenny was to continue to spend copious amounts of time with me I had to find out more about his home life. It was time to probe and I told Kenny of my concerns. "I have no father," he admitted. "He left when I was two. Mom doesn't know where he is. Mom used to have a great job managing a large insurance office. She raised me good. But about three years ago she started acting strangely. I know now that she got on drugs. She lost her job and we had to move to the crummy apartment we're in now. Stuff started disappearing. She even sold my bike. Now she fucks anyone that comes to the door for a few bucks so she can get more crack. She doesn't give a damn about me anymore. Sometimes she so zonked she doesn't recognize me. That's how she was the day Bob dragged me out of the house." "Do you still love her?" I asked gently. Kenny paused. I saw fresh tears. "Yeah. I do. She's my mom," was his simple explanation. He was losing it again. I waited until he gathered up his emotions before continuing. "What happens when you go home?" "I clean up some. I look around for money. If I find any I wash her clothes at the laundromat and buy food. I cook for her too, Sometimes she eats it and sometimes she doesn't. I worry a lot." I was glad Kenny couldn't see my tears. All the pieces were fitting together now. I could understand why at times he was upset with his mother. And yet through it all his empathy for her knew no bounds and I loved Kenny for it." "When you see your mother again I'll give you enough money so that you can tend to all of her needs." Kenny furrowed his brow and responded, "You don't have to do that. This is my problem." "No, it's not your problem," I corrected, "It is our problem. It will be a pleasure to help you." Kenny lit up the room with his smile and replied," I'm awful lucky to have found you!" I suggested, "your luck was way over due!" He continued to lay his head on my chest. He was still recuperating. He closed his eyes and within a few moment his breathing became laboured. I waited a while to make sure he was asleep. Then I lay him outstretched and covered him with a sheet. I turned off the light and closed my eyes.