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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


The Itch: Part 1


The definition of itch.

The sensation of itching is an uneasy or restless desire or longing that makes you want to scratch.

A constant and strong desire for something or to do something that must be tended to. The urgency will persist until satisfied. Once satisfied, the itch can be transformed into intense pleasure that slowly fades only to return.


Kevin:


In between the house and the garage was a small storeroom. It had a window at the back. There was room for a TV, a Nintendo, a pile of unwashed clothes and a small bed covered with a sleeping bag unzipped and used as a blanket. Hanging around the room was a string of Christmas lights giving the once dreary storeroom a warm glow. Kevin was still in a deep sleep. Perhaps he was dreaming stupid kid dreams.

Between classes he told a friend how he had a dream where he was in the supermarket.

His friend said, “So?”

Kevin smiled, "I was naked and everyone was looking at me."

His friend said, “You're weird.”

Kevin laughed.

A shaggy head of blond hair was motionless on the pillow. Slowly Kevin began to wake, first one eye and then the other. Gradually his mind cleared realizing that he was in his own bed. The boy was skinny, weighing not more than 110 lbs. His naked chest was undefined, his belly was flat and featureless. Below that was a small nest of pubic hair and his uncut penis. The boy's cock was fully erect. It was so stiff that it roused him out of his sleep. It was incredibly hard and from Kevin's perspective much larger than it had been not long ago. He reached down and tugged on it, tried to bend it and pulled his foreskin up and down. It seemed to get even harder. Now he was awake. He was amazed at how stiff it was. He stroked it roughly and then let go retreating from a certain orgasm. Kevin didn't want to cum quickly. He wanted to savor the pleasure he got from it. Throwing the sleeping bag aside, he lay naked on his bed. Wetting his fingers he pet his full scrotum and dragged them through his behind, fingering himself on the way. Stroking again he brought himself to the brink and then let go to watch his weeping cock throb up and down.

He mused silently to himself, "I love my dick more than anything in the world."

When it subsided he would begin again. The boy could have cum at any moment but he wasn't ready to give it up without repeating the cycle and he would do this until he could bare it no longer.

He started again only this time slow and deliberate. The boy's cum was building bringing the resolution ever closer. Finally he let it go. A long stream of syrup squirted the length of his chest.

Precisely at that moment the door opened and his mother was standing there. It was too late, Kevin was wide eyed and immersed in an intense orgasm. He was looking at his mother with a stupid and vacant stare. He could not stop nor would he. It squirted again and again before his mother was able to scream, quickly running off leaving the door wide open.

The boy lay there breathlessly before he gave his mother a thought. “Serves her right for not knocking.”


The Mother.


That's how and why he ended up living in the storeroom. She hated boys and probably hated him. He knew that she hated his father because she would make no secret of it.

You're just like him!”

She only kept Kevin for the child support otherwise she would have packed him off to his father and his new girlfriend. Kevin knew that nothing would be made of the intrusion. The shocking and filthy incident would never be mentioned. Generally Kevin and his mother steered clear of each other. That was the only way that they could coexist in a house large enough for 3 more people.

He pulled up his jeans and stuffed his still large cock down into his pants and grabbed yesterday's tee shirt.

In the house scrounging for breakfast he heard his mother call from the back bedroom.

"Kevin! I told you last week to throw your dirty clothes in the wash. Your room stinks and by the way, you're disgusting!"

That would be the sum total of their communication for the day. For this reason, Kevin liked his little out-of-the-way bedroom. It was his little nest. He could go out at night and return at any hour unobserved by anyone. As far as he was concerned, it was perfect.


Detention.


School was a different matter. “Kevin, Go to the office!”

He had been told over and over not to carry on a whispering conversation with the boy in the next desk. The vice principal knew Kevin well. “Is your mother at home?”

No, she's out.”

Mr. Hooper had been down this road before and knew that it was a dead end so he said, “Ok Kevin, I don't want to suspend you because God knows what kind of trouble you'll get into so, 2 weeks detention.”

Detention was an hour at the end of the school day but for Kevin it dragged on to the point of being intolerable. There was a half dozen others serving time in the library. The teacher sat at the end of the long table reading a book.

It was time. Kevin's pants began to fill with his rising cock. Next to him was an Italian kid named Paul. He had just been struck with the same natural impulse. In any other age group perhaps it would be a coincident but not here, not in a middle school library during detention. Both boys displayed their cloaked cocks to each other. They both moved out far enough from the table so that they could see each other comforting their, not so concealed boners. This mutual entertainment made the hour pass quickly. Kevin could have easily cum in his pants but the wet spot would be far too large to conceal.


Author's note.

I must tell all you wankers that this is a true representation of the main character, Kevin. He is a poor student. He's had a neglected home life and he hasn't seen his father since he was 2. Kevin started masturbating when he was very young adding to the onset of an early and precocious puberty. He doesn't care about anything except, music, video games and overriding everything, sexual recreation. So if you were to follow Kevin's life, that's what it would be about.”


J. O. Hideout


Once released from detention the two boys paired up. It was a spontaneous or even organic impulse.

Without looking at Kevin directly, Paul said, "Who's over at your house?”

"No one."

Without spelling anything out, both boys had mutually formulated a plan.

Kevin open the door to his musty room and they both sat together on the small bed. So as not to waste time, Kevin pulled it out and began jerking-off. His Italian friend followed suit and the boys proudly displayed themselves to each other. Paul didn't pay more than a passing interest in Kevin's large boner. He was preoccupied with his own cock and giving his classmate a smile, Paul said, “I'm hard all the way back to my asshole.”

Both boys slid their pants down below their thighs and proceeded in a ritual of masturbation that soon became cooperative. Arms crossing over stroking each other in an irregular but provoking rhythm caused Kevin to cum almost immediately. The boy quickly pulled his hand away so as not to be splashed with Kevin's cum. Curiously he seemed to be repulsed by coming in contact with another boy's cum. All that aside, Paul liked girls and when he closed his eyes that's where his thought's went. A smiling, unattainable girl in class, a pair of virgin tits and all the mystery and allure of a quivering pussy is what held his imagination. He opened his eyes to see Kevin taking hold of his cock.

He started to push him away when Kevin said, “Come on, let me do it."

Paul sat up and conjured up a large gob of bubbly spit. He let it drop down onto the head of his cock getting it on Kevin's hand making jerking off slick and easy. Kevin added more spit of his own. Paul closed his eyes and returned to his fantasies about willing and cooperative girls. Kevin took great pleasure in performing this chore of self-sacrifice. Paul's body rose and fell under his sliding hand. He tightened and loosened his grip on Paul's hard cock provoking the orgasm that was surely on its way. The thought of it excited Kevin deep inside and he anticipated it as if he himself was going to cum. His feelings were accurate because it began to squirt hard. Kevin didn't care that cum was everywhere. He just held on tight until he knew that his friend was finished. Paul lay there breathing hard. When he recovered and sat up, he became all business and somewhat distant. His friend organized himself to leave and when Kevin looked up, the boy was gone.

It made Kevin sad. He thought it would have been nice if he had stayed awhile. Kevin had saved a joint for something like this. If it was Friday, Maybe Paul could have stayed over and talked about all kinds of things. Then maybe they could sleep naked together. Maybe they could have done other things?


The Incident:


A week later, Kevin was suspended from school for not showing up for detention. Since his mother could not be reached by phone a letter was sent with an appointment requiring her attendance for a meeting with the vice principal, Mr. Hooper. With time on his hands Kevin wandered aimlessly. He was in Walmart sorting through a dump display of discounted DVDs where he found a Spiderman and the Goonies. He wandered around only to return to the dump display, handling the same two DVDs. With a thumb nail he opened them and removed the security device that was stuck inside then took the 2 DVDs and stuck them down into his pants. He wandered here and there before heading for the exit.


What Kevin did not realize was that he was being carefully watched. A man in his middle 30's had been trailing him from the minute he had entered the store. The fact that Kevin was a suspicious character is entirely believable. What caught the man's eye was the shaggy blond hair and the grungy attire. Heading across the wide parking lot, Buried in thought, Kevin was hoping that his mother was out so he could watch the movies in the house in stead of his own decrepit TV. His path was suddenly blocked by a tall, casually dressed man with dark hair and in need of a shave.

He was smiling. “Not bad, I saw the whole thing.”

Kevin was caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”

Trying not to betray himself, the boy looked worried.

The man said. “The 2 DVDs you got in your shirt or were there more?”

I didn't steal nothing!”

Kevin was skittish and like a trapped animal he was looking to make a break for it.

"Relax! I don't care if you did but if I saw you do it you can't be very good at it and maybe you should pick a another line of business."

In spite of that Kevin still looked worried.

Seriously, I'm not a cop! I don't care that you stole some DVDs. The fuckers probably deserve it. Lets go to McDonald's."

Kevin looked confused.

The man continued, “Look if I was store security the cops would already be here so cool out.”

Eventually the man's good humor and friendly manner disarmed him.

Come on, let's go to McDonald's and have a rolling lunch.”

Cautiously, Kevin followed the man to his old Japanese sports car, painted flat black.

The unlikely couple ordered hamburgers at the drive-thru.

After taking a bite out of his burger the boy was feeling more at ease but didn't volunteer his name.

Studying the boys blue eyes and mouth, the man said, “What movies did you get?

Suddenly taking pride in his bold exploit he said, “Spiderman and the Goonies.”

Smiling the man said, “You know why you weren't caught in the store?”

Kevin was starting to feel apprehensive again. “No, why?”

The reason the sales help didn't bother is because they hate their jobs and don't give a shit.”

The two smiled at each other and Kevin was reassured.

What I don't understand is why you didn't just open them up and slip the discs into your pants? Don't you think that it was a bigger risk taking the boxes too?"

Kevin finally relaxed. "I wasn't wearing no underwear and they could slide down my leg and roll away."

The image of 2 DVDs rolling down the aisle struck him as funny causing him to laugh. Kevin searched the man's face as if to discover his motives. When he looked into the man's green eyes he suddenly knew. He could not put words or expectation to it but it was the same feeling the would prompt him to jerk off. Without much more than that, he decided that he liked the man. The man smiled at him.

Suddenly Kevin became more accommodating and almost friendly. “Thanks for the Big Mac. Are you going to eat the rest of your fries?”

Keeping his eyes on the road, he said, “No, help yourself.”

Round and round they drove seemingly going nowhere. Kevin was imagining that he had found a cool friend that didn't seem to mind having him around. They went down numerous suburban streets that were lined with plain split-level houses. The man parked in front of a 4 unit apartment building.

I have to pick-up something, it'll only take a minute. You want to come in?”

Kevin jumped out and followed the man to the back ground floor apartment.

The interior was unlit and the shades let in only the afternoon light. “You live here?”

The man's answer was cryptic. “Sometimes.”

He followed the man into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Kevin watched him rummage through a dark closet. Unconsciously, he took note of the man's behind and legs. He was in good shape. Whatever he was looking for seemed like a futile search. He turned empty handed and approached Kevin who sat patiently. Standing in front of him the man stroked the boy's hair and when Kevin accepted it and did not retreat, he began to open his pants. He watched the man lift a very large uncut erect cock out of his underwear.

He said, “You want it?”

Inches away Kevin was stunned with the sight of such a big dick.

Go on, you can hold it.”

Repressing a smile, he reached out and took hold of the large erected cock.

The man pulled down his foreskin for Kevin to see. “You like it? You can put it in your mouth if you'd like.”

The colloquial term, blow-job never really meant anything until Kevin was confronted with its real meaning.

He felt the man's hand at the back of his head and as he came forward Kevin's mouth just seem to drop open.

Holding his stiff cock, the man entered the boy's mouth. This started a sexual ritual that quickly gathered in intensity. The man took advantage and the more he did, the more receptive Kevin became. He pushed Kevin down on the bed and then climbed over him and fucked him in the mouth. Kevin was passive and offered absolutely no resistance. Looking up he saw the man's hard body, his big round scrotum and the rigid cock going in and out of his mouth. His shaggy hair was held tightly in the man's grip. This went on for sometime until, without warning the man ejaculated. Kevin lay on the bed, disoriented and dizzy.

Apparently the man found what he was looking for. “Come on! Where do you want to be dropped off?”

In the car on their way back to the mall, the man asked. “You ever get fucked?”

Kevin, still in a confused state wasn't sure what the man meant.

You know, a big dick up your ass?”

The boy said, “um, no”

Without the usual ceremony, Kevin was dropped off at the Mall parking lot.

The driver said, “I'd take you home but I don't have time.”

The little black car quickly drove off. Walking across the mall parking lot, Kevin realized that he didn't even know the man's name and he hadn't told him his. The experience had been so exciting and unexpected and he felt that it all ended too quickly. Vivid flashes of the exciting, intense and filthy event kept coming back to him. The encounter lay in his mind like a living thing, curling and uncurling itself in his imagination. For 3 days running he walked back to the mall thinking that perhaps he might run into the man again but it didn't happen. All he could remember was the small flat black car. He decided that he would have to place himself in situations where it might happen again.


End of Part 1


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