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Subject: Kenny Part 10 To Everyone, a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING! 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
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.
Suffice to say that the details of the intimate encounters contained herein
are more than likely not exactly as stated. The encounters did happen, but
not necessarily as described here. After all, who was taking notes?I have named this chapter "The Helicopters," not because it is all about
helicopters, but because of a very special event that happened. I have
played a dirty trick on y'all by forcing you to decide just what is fact
and what is not. But I did want you to know that the helicopter incident is
ABSOLUTELY TRUE! And so was its effect. To this day I have no idea if my
analysis was correct or not, but it made sense to me then and it still
does. I suspected Kenny of setting the whole thing up, as the Collins
family was so good at doing, but he swore a thousand times that it happened
spontaneously. He was so adamant that he'd not planned it, I just have to
believe him. But there is no doubt in my mind that a simple little
conversation that lasted no more than fifteen minutes changed my entire
life! Kenny_10: The Helicopters A lot of the things that happened starting the end of August were
pretty predictable, but at the time I would never have predicted any of
them. There were also some surprises. In fact lots of them! We had really
taken my father's comments seriously, and vowed to prove him wrong. Anyone
who has had a Gay relationship, even in the 90's, knows that we are
constantly on trial, as if everyone is waiting for the chance to say
"There, you see? I knew it wouldn't last." They say that gay relationships
don't last, that the social pressures are too great, that it's unnatural,
two men can't live together, and on and on ad nauseam! Well, you are
wrong, society! I don't think the Hetero record is all that great these
days either. But the fact remains if you're committed, you're committed!
If you're not, you're not! But back on subject, I think we did a pretty
good job of cheering up too, but there were other things - things we hadn't
counted teen porn video school on.
I was accepted by St. Lukes as their new organist. My induction
ceremony was to be Labor Day Sunday. Oh yes, the music committee made a big
deal out of photo teen porn it, saying that the organist was in many ways a Minister. Of
course no one including myself was comfortable with calling me that,
because of my age, experience, and total lack of any Seminary training; but
functionally the committee went into a great deal of detail to explain that
the organ was the first thing everyone who entered would hear, and so pregnant blonde teen porn like
it or not I set the mood. The organ starting and stopping was often the cue
for various activities during the worship service, so timing was important.
There were two Sunday services, morning and youn hot teen porn evening; youth choir Sunday
afternoon, senior choir Thursday evening; teen porn resource and of course there were weddings
and funerals. Of course in good teenage fashion I hadn't thought about all
that, but I found the prospect strangely exciting.
Kenny got a good laugh when I told him I was about to become the
Minister of Music, saying gleefully that he thought Minister of something
else would be more appropriate. He didn't have to say what that something
was, I already knew.
Before accepting the position I felt it only right to tell them about
Kenny and me. John Whittaker was definitely against it, but I convinced him
that since I was in a relationship they might find out anyway, so he went
with me to tell George. George wasn't very thrilled about it, even going so
far as to inform me that if he'd known at the outset, I would not have been
a candidate. "But," he said, "I got to know you first, so I know you're not
all bad. But I think we should keep this our little secret."
"But what about when the rest of the committee finds out?" I worried.
"You just leave them to me," he assured me. And so the date was set. John was tutoring me almost daily now. I think it was as important to
him that I do well as it was to me; maybe even more so! He didn't work very
much on the mechanics of playing because he said that would come with time;
but he lectured and demonstrated tirelessly on the techniques: which stops
were appropriate for which occasions, when to soften the organ down, when
to open it up. He explained and drilled me on the correct way to accompany
a soloist, be it voice or instrument. At first I was nervous that he might
make a pass at me, now that he knew I was gay. He had made it very clear
that he found me very attractive, but he was always the gentleman, and
aside from a few hugs, frequent caresses of my kinky teen porn neck and shoulders, he made
no offer to get intimate. Eventually I relaxed and just became his willing
student. I think John and I definitely loved each other, but it was a
different love; one that was unencumbered by sex. I still had not found a job, primarily because I wasn't looking all
that hard, so Kenny convinced me to at least finish high school since I had
a good average and only one year to go. Frankly I was looking forward to
that last year. There was in my mind something almost magic about being a
Senior, almost as if I were part of the management. Any other alternative
would probably mean being apart from Kenny, and that simply was
unacceptable. The week after our trip to the beach a carnival came to town. Kenny
and I had planned to go on Friday afternoon, and we had invited Timmy
along. We would have invited Ron too, but he was out of town. Ron had never
shown any interest whatsoever in our bedroom activities, but teen lesbian porn star
he was so
effeminate we were confident that there must tight wet teen pussy be some gay bones in there
somewhere. I guess we were as guilty of stereotyping ourselves as we
accused people in general of doing. The plan was simple young teen porn queens
enough: Have a
great time at the carnival, then back to my place for a night of fun. My
father and Ellen would be going fishing for the weekend, as they always did
during the summer. Transportation was not a problem because the longest
distance between any two points in town was less than two miles. And so we
We had a total blow-out at the carnival. We sampled every ride at
least once, the Ferris wheel half a dozen times, even the "horsies" on the
merry-go-round! We laughed at each other, ran about the midway playing tag
and generally just acted like typical obnoxious teens. Of course we weren't
trying to be obnoxious, and in our minds we weren't; but there were lots of
adults who would dispute that point.
When the money ran out, we just roamed around a while, then we headed
back to my house. When we got there, as expected, the house was deserted.
Even the tenants, the two women who had rented my sister's and my rooms,
appeared gone for the weekend. Perfect! I should say at this point that
Timmy had no idea what was coming; or should I say we didn't TELL him what
we were planning. Looking back, I have a feeling that he had high resolution teen porn his
By the time we'd had something to eat and cleaned up, it was about
8:00 PM I called Timmy aside as Kenny and I had planned and asked him out
of Kenny's hearing, "You remember what you asked me last year?"
"Yeah," he answered, looking rather doubtful after all that had
happened since then.
"You still interested?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied, homemade british teen porn "But what about Kenny? I don't want to cause any
"I'll take care of Kenny," I assured him, "You just get ready for a
good time." A few minutes later, as I was in the teen porn gallier den where I still slept on the
day bed (when I wasn't sleeping with Kenny), Kenny had the exact same
conversation with teen, porn
Timmy. The plan worked perfectly! Now Timmy was not only
curious about the sex itself, but also how we were going to accomplish the
whole thing, each of us apparently not knowing that the other had the same
plan. This was starting to be fun already! Everything we said, every move
we made, got a sharp look of expectation from Timmy. He was very nervous,
but also anticipating what was coming and trying to analyze our every move
for signs that we were starting to "handle" each other.
In the S&M community they have a thing they call a "safe word." This
is a word or phrase that all agree to before a "scene" whereby the torturee
can use if the activity gets too intense. Of course in 1954 I had never
heard of S&M or safe words, but I did basically the same thing with
Timmy. "If you want me to stop at any point," I instructed, "Just say
'that's enough' and I'll stop, with no hard feelings, ok?"
"Sure," Timmy said as I led him to the bedroom, "But what about
Kenny? Where'd he go?"
"I think he's gone out to the garage," I told him, "But I told you,
don't worry about him, I'll handle him." The first thing I noticed was how small and delicate Timmy's hands
were. I had never before thought of one's hands as being erotic, but
Timmy's definitely were turning me on. They were like the rest of him: more
child-like than bordering on adulthood. His fingers were long and slender,
his nails perfectly manicured; the skin on the backs of his hands was so
silky-smooth I could not resist rubbing them gently as we walked the few
feet from the kitchen to the den. Once inside I gently pushed the door
closed, then wrapped my arms around his small frame and planted a deep, wet
kiss directly on his lips.
Timmy emitted a gasp of pure surprise, then another, this time it
came from pleasure as my tongue found gay teen boys free
his. "Remember," I said when we'd
broken the kiss, "'that's enough' at any time will stop whatever's going
"Ok," he panted, "But so far I'm ok. Or at least I will be if ketrin nude teen you
kiss me again."
I did kiss him again, only this time he was ready for me. As I've
said before, Timmy's stature bore no resemblance to the functioning of his
brain. In that department he was fully developed, extremely bright, and a
very quick learner. So when our lips touched again, his tongue was there,
anxiously awaiting mine. I probed every crevice of his mouth, then he did
the same to me. He was moaning softly as was I. This was going to be one
Timmy broke the kiss suddenly and exclaimed "What the..." and then
grinned. Kenny, who had been standing behind the door when we came into the
room, had got on his knees and was now working Timmy's jeans off his small
frame. He had somehow managed to undo the belt buckle and top snap
undetected, and the said garment was now descending, revealing Timmy's
shapely legs and pure white briefs. Timmy the quick learner had already
figured teen get angry porn
out what we were up to, and the look on his face told us that we
weren't going to hear fucking teens sex "that's enough" any time soon.
"Can I do that to you guys?" Timmy asked shyly.
"You'd better," Kenny grinned, "We have a rule that says no one
undresses himself." That being said, we all kicked off our shoes, I pulled
Timmy's T-shirt off over his head, and Kenny and I stood there waiting for
this totally gorgeous boy, now dressed only in his briefs, to pull our
jeans down. I watched those hands - those beautiful hands, as they fumbled
with my belt buckle. They were shaking nervously, or was it anticipation?
But they were not shaking too much to do their job, and soon my jeans were
also heading for the free teen porn tgp floor. He turned his attention to Kenny and did the
same, revealing the loudest, pinkest boxer shorts I had ever seen.
"Boxers?" I questioned.
"Yeah, Kenny said, "Like 'em? I just got 'em."
"I love 'em!" I exclaimed, "Except--except I can't see those gorgeous
buns of yours." With that I yanked the boxers downward, and Kenny was
exposing his very hard member. Timmy gasped. Kenny reached his thumbs into
the waistband of my briefs and they were around my ankles, revealing tha