Related post: Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 19:36:42 -0500
From: Charlie
Subject: Kenny_13 This is a story about a love between two teenage 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 russain teen porn free
fantasy, but frankly there is a lot more fact than
I had originally planned. This will be the last in the Kenny series having to do with high
school, since both boys will finish in this chapter and move on. I hope to
continue though, because there is much more to tell; in many ways the most
bizarre part of the story is yet to come. Kenny_13: College at Last Time really started to fly after our "party" at Rodney's house. Before
the end of October I was extremely busy learning all the Christmas music we
were planning at the church. Mrs. Atkins had asked if I thought I could
play Handel's gay teen men porn "Hallelujah Chorus", hot latin teen porn
and of course I said yes. I found it,
plus a few more selections, a little more difficult than I'd expected; but
at that time in my life I had developed enough self-confidence at the organ
that I'd try anything! This was, I thought, truly my calling and I had
begun to seriously wonder if I should consider a career in music.
Musically, this Christmas was promising to be a great one! Kenny and I kept a really low profile after our experience. For the
time being I was content to be something of white teen sex an outcast, so there were no
more parties and few dances. Our only dance partners were each other, in
the living room of the Collins home when we were alone. We both stopped
dating girls altogether, which kept us more or less insulated from the
social situations where not being "normal" would cause a problem. We got a new pianist at St. Lukes towards the end of October. She had
transferred her membership from another church in town, in fact the church
I had grown up in; I understood her reasons before she even told me. Her
name was Peggy Stephens, and she and I clicked from the first time we met.
She was older than my 17 years, but not all that much. non nude teen porn I think she was 20
or so. Her style was exactly like mine; she was pleasant to talk to, and
best of all, she had no expectations that our relationship would ever be
anything free teen gile porn
but musical. She told me unashamedly that she wanted to become
the organist some day because she'd heard that I'd be leaving to go to
college. She could play the organ, but she'd had no training so by her own
admission she had a lot to learn. We became instant friends. It was truly
refreshing to have a friend, and female at that, with whom I could share
anything and everything with no threats, no concerns that something I said
would be interpreted as a come-on. Mrs. Atkins was still the boss, but she
limited her activities to directing the choirs and choosing most of the
music. The coming of fall marked a decline in the number of motorcycles on
the road, and with it my job. So I was again unemployed. Eventually I got
back on at the Phone company. I didn't tell them that it was temporary
because I probably wouldn't get the job; but I was beginning to wonder
again if it might be permanent. This was a full-time night shift job, which
seriously cut into our sex life. teen porn game Not teen titen porn naked
completely, mind you, because there
were still the weekends. I think the fact that we couldn't fool around
every night actually enhanced the times when we did get together, and Kenny
felt very much the same. A good example was Thanksgiving Day weekend.
For those who don't realize, Thanksgiving in Canada is observed in
October, not November. It is always a Monday, so there is a three-day
weekend. Kenny and I were both off, but we had made no plans at all. It
was understood that we'd be together, whatever we did.
Monday morning, Thanksgiving, Kenny and I got out of bed around 8 AM.
We'd gone to bed the night before and 'played' for about an hour, time
enough for us both to anoint the other with our very special fluid, and
then to mold our bodies into one and go to sleep, our hands exploring each
other's bodies. I have never been able to find words to describe the
feeling of Kenny's back, his perfect bubble butt, his muscular and yet soft
shoulders. For his part, Kenny didn't care if I could describe it or not,
as long as I kept my hands busy.
When we were up and showered, Kenny suddenly suggested "Let's go to
the beach!"
"Are you crazy?" I protested, "It's cold! It'll be deserted!"
"Uh-huh," he grinned, "You catch on fast, my love."
I didn't have to ask Kenny what he had in mind, that was perfectly
obvious from the look on his face. And so we borrowed the Collins car and
we were off. By noon we were parked in the deserted parking lot next to the
pavilion that had been such a madhouse only a little over a month ago. As
we'd expected, we were all alone.
Kenny melted into my arms and looked into my eyes, a very slight smile
on his face. "You know I love you?" he whispered.
"If I don't," I whispered back, "I must be kinda stupid, 'cause you
tell me every day. But did you know I love you even more?"
"Not a chance!" He argued, "That's simply not possible! But you're
free to try and prove it if you like." And try and prove it I did. We'd never really done anything in the car
before, but we made up for lost time that day. We sat together for an hour
or so, just hugging and kissing, our breathing becoming more and more
rapid. I absolutely loved these loving times with Kenny - times home teen sex when the
world stood still and we just kept our lips locked together while our hands
roamed all over each other's body. I thought we would just sit there in the
car, alone with each other, until Kenny started fiddling naked young teen porn
with my belt.
Before I really realized what was happening, he was deep inside me and I
was feeling his fullness, his beautiful 7 inch love probe as it slid gently
in and out. When he reached orgasm, his entire body went rigid and he
shuddered, emitted interrracial teen porn a loud "Ohhhhh, Charlieeeeeeeeeee!" and then I was being
filled with Kenny's more than ample load. It was the first time he'd done
that in quite a while, and it was so terrific I resolved not to wait so
long before we did it again, so intense was his orgasm.
After we'd recovered, we dressed again and walked up and down the
beach. It was cloudy and cold, but we didn't notice. It seemed to us that
it had been so long since we'd been together like this, we just held hands
and walked about a mile up the beach, then back to the car where Kenny
insisted that I do the same to him that he'd done to me. I could still feel
the glow of his love-making, could still feel the incredible sensation as
Kenny's seminal fluid oozed out of my teen titan porn pics anus. I had decided long ago that I
preferred the taste and sensation of Kenny's loads in my mouth, but there
were times, like this one, when I was in a quandary as to which I really
liked better. There was no question which Kenny preferred. As I was
shooting into him, Kenny had another bone rattling orgasm, just like
always.
After we'd put ourselves together again, we just sat in the car,
listened to the radio, and tried to suck each other's tongues out by the
roots. It was absolutely heavenly, and we felt closer than we'd felt in a
very long time! The rest of the school year was pretty uneventful, so I'm going to
skip over it with just a summary. I spent a lot of time with Peggy, helping
her with the organ and learning teen illusion porn piano techniques from her. I never did tell
her about Kenny and me and it was never discussed. There was no need, was
there? We talked incessantly, but mostly about music, our ambitions, our
likes and dislikes. I guess I grew to love her in a way, but not in any way
that was threatening to Kenny or to me. And maybe most important, we
covered for each other. If teen facials porn I had to work on a Sunday, Peggy played the
organ. If she couldn't be there, I played the piano for her. I had never
had a friend like Peggy before, and I was thankful for her. Christmas that year was totally awesome! Peggy and I implemented all
Mrs. Atkins' plans and added a few of our own. If I do teen trixie porn say so myself we had
one of the best music programs I have ever heard, and it lasted the entire
month of December. I was treating this as my last Christmas at St.
Luke's, and I really wanted to get it right. I think I did too, at least to
my satisfaction. We played piano/organ duets, we each played solos, and of
course accompanied all the music the various choirs were doing. I felt my
commitment to leave wavering, I was so fulfilled here at St. Lukes. "Indiana?" I asked in total surprise, "What are you talking about,
Indiana?" It was early March, and Mom Collins had just called Kenny and me
into the kitchen and announced that she had found the perfect college for
us: An Engineering school in Indiana.
"It's so right for you two!" She exclaimed, "I've already written to
them and they said there should be no problem, that all they need to get
the ball rolling is a personal letter from each of you, a copy of your
transcripts, and you'll be able to start in September."
"Mom," I protested, "That's in the United States! I don't even know
where Indiana is! I don't know what the weather's like there, I don't know
anything about any college in the U.S., I don't..."
"Charlie," Kenny interrupted, "Shut up!"
"Excuse me?" I challenged.
"I said shut up! Mom's found something, and the least we can do is
listen. So just quit with your pessimistic shit and give it a chance.
Unless of course you have a better idea." It didn't take long for me to realize that Mom had something here. It
was indeed a very small college, giving degrees in Engineering and Science
exclusively. It was absolutely made to order, and the fees seemed to be
within our reach. So Kenny and I got out what had been his dad's typewriter
and wrote our letters to Indiana Tech. Within two weeks, we were accepted,
and evidently on our way! I couldn't believe it! Now, at last, our course
was set! Or maybe not.Another two weeks passed during which we told the world that we were going
to Indiana to college, when the letters arrived. There was one for Kenny
and one for me. Even though they were clearly from Indiana Tech, Mom
respected our privacy and didn't open them. Fortunately, I got home first.
"What's it say?" Mom wanted to know as soon as I had opened it.
"Nothing really," I answered, "Just some of that welcome stuff, you
know, new students and all." I knew she wanted to see the letter, but I
managed to keep it from her.
As soon as Kenny got home I took him aside and warned him not to
reveal the contents to his mom. The letter had explained that since we
would be foreign students and the school was required to certify to U.S.
Immigration that we were students in good standing and were financially
able to continue as such, we needed to keep up our grades, and we had to
show upon admission that we could sustain ourselves for at least a year.
They had done some calculations, they said, and they could only accept us
as students if we could show that we had $2000 in cash! I know that doesn't
seem like much now, but in 1956 it was like a million dollars!
"I should be able to get pretty close," Kenny said, "I've got around
$1700 now."
"I'm not even close!" I said ruefully, "I figure by September I'll
have about $1400. That's enough for my first term's tuition austreling teen porn and books, some
extra for room and board, and I figured I could work from there."
"So what're you gonna do?" Kenny asked.
"I have no idea," I answered. "I'll probably go see my dad free lesbian porn teen and kiss
his ass but I'm not that hopeful. Then maybe I'll just go with what I've
got and see what happens."
"But they made it very clear," Kenny pointed out, "Unless you can
produce the cash, they won't admit you as a student. Maybe we should wait
another year."
"No fuckin' way!" I erupted, "It's now or never for me. I just know if
I don't do it now I never will! And I don't understand you! You're always
the optimistic one, the one who always looks at the bright side of things.
And you want