Kenny 2: Discoveries

What I was referring to mostly was the lot of a young teen who knows or suspects he is gay. There was no Internet, no gay teen support groups, no student counseling services, few reference books available to kids, absolutely no place a kid could turn to try and resolve his feelings. All these things are not perfect, but they are better than nothing. I went through it as you can tell from the story, but I was one of the very lucky ones as the story will relate. I received support from sources I would never have expected.

Having said that, I urge anyone out there who is living through this struggle, no matter what your age, do yourself a favor and get help, be it counseling, making gay friends, or just researching on the Internet. As I once read somewhere, "You can't be proud of WHO you are if you're not comfortable with WHAT you are."

OK, enough legal and commercial stuff.

Kenny Part 2: Discoveries

It had been about two weeks since I'd met Kenny. By this time he and I, together with Ron and Timmy, had become good friends and were always together. We would meet at school, converse and generally hang out together, then all four of us would walk from school to Ron's house where we would work together on this or that project in Ron's lab.

It was a Friday evening. We had met after getting out of Cadets at about 9 PM. Ron and I had joined Air Cadets and Kenny had joined Sea Cadets. Timmy was tied up with some sort of family function on Friday nights so he was absent. It occurred to me that if I'd thought Kenny looked good in his school clothes, he was spectacular in his Navy uniform! We are talking a traditional "sailor suit" here, the same as was worn by enlisted seamen of the Royal Canadian Navy: Navy blue bell bottom pants, a navy blue tunic covering a white T-shirt, and one of those cute sailor hats. I still hadn't figured out my feelings for him, indeed was not even aware there was anything to figure out. I only knew that I loved being near him, longed to touch him and often did, of course in non-threatening areas such as his shoulders, his bare arms, and those beautiful hands.

I would love to be able to say that I masturbated every night while visions of Kenny danced through my head, but the truth is at fourteen I still hadn't discovered masturbation. Oh, I played with myself plenty, but for one reason or another had never reached orgasm. I'd had a few wet dreams but really didn't understand what they were, only that they were messy and felt good.

This particular Friday night we were quite relieved to be done with a pretty tough week. Feeling rather boisterous as boys are inclined to do, we were in Ron's bedroom roughhousing on Ron's bed. "Oh, look!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, "Kenny's wearing long underwear!" I looked to where Ron was pointing, and sure enough during our play wrestling Kenny's pants leg had inadvertently been pulled up and underneath was the unmistakable white of the long underwear on his leg!

"Yeah!" he almost shouted defensively, "Ya wanna know why?" Kenny's face was beet read. He was obviously very embarrassed by our discovery; a little too embarrassed I thought. After all this was November in eastern Canada, so such attempts to defend oneself against the weather were not unheard of. As he talked, trying desperately to explain himself out of the embarrassment he was in, my mind was racing. He said that his Navy Bell- Bottom's, being wool, were very itchy on his legs so he wore the underwear to protect them. Quite plausible, I thought, only I simply didn't buy it. He was a little too defensive, a little too embarrassed considering that he was usually very self confident about everything. I knew there was more to it because of my own situation.

I'd had a serious underwear fetish for as long as I could remember, only I didn't know at the time that there was a name for it. I only knew that every time I switched from briefs to longjohns, wore shorts for the first time in the spring, or appeared in public in my bathing suit, I got the most incredible feeling and my boy prick rose to full attention. Like Kenny, I had worn long underwear to school a few times and was totally turned on by the feelings it gave me. I had even stolen my sister’s panties a few times and worn them, just for the sensation it gave me. Now I was sensing a kindred spirit in Kenny. I had gone through a living hell protecting my secret and I simply couldn't stand the thought of Kenny going through the same self- torture, if indeed it did bother him. And I was going to find out one way or the other tonight!

By the time Kenny and I left Ron's for the walk home, it was well past 11 and snowing heavily. The incident in Ron's bedroom had been all but forgotten except for my raging erection which I really didn't understand, and we were discussing the events of the day and our plans for the weekend. My heart was in my throat because I had decided to find out if Kenny indeed shared my fetish, but I had no idea how I was going to do it. I only knew that I had to find out.

"Man, Kenny," I blurted after a sudden revelation, "I wish I had your longjohns tonight, it's cold out!" Then I added, "They must feel really great tonight!"
"Yeah," he returned absently, "they do." At that simple answer he fell silent and we walked silently through the snow. I was wracking my brain trying to think of a way to bring up the subject again when Kenny spoke again. "Do you wear them?" he asked.
"Wear what?" I asked stupidly. "Oh, you mean long underwear?" I said, suddenly remembering that it had been I who had brought it up. "Yeah, sometimes." Then I decided to go for broke. "I get this real strange feeling when I first put it on, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah I do," he replied. "Same thing happens to me."

Determined not to let this opportunity pass, I pressed on. "I get the same feeling from nice soft new briefs, sleeping naked, all sorts of things."
"Really?" he questioned, "me too!"
"So... ummm... that's why you're really wearing it now?"
"Uh-huh, aren't I terrible?"
"Hell no!" I exclaimed, “I think it's great and if I had any I'd be wearing them too now that the cold weather is here."
"You don't have any?"
"Not really," I answered, "I do have a couple pair but they're real old and not very soft."
"Yeah, he replied knowingly, "they're not much fun."

After walking in silence again for a few minutes Kenny became quite animated. "I got an idea," he exclaimed. "Can you sleep over at my house?"
"I guess so," I answered doubtfully. I could not believe what he had just said! I knew my dad wouldn't even miss me, my mom had just been moved into a nursing home, so I was pretty well on my own. And my heart was pounding so hard I was sure Kenny could hear it.

"Great!" Kenny said excitedly, "We can sleep together in my room and you can borrow some of my underwear if you like."
"But what about your folks?" I wondered.
"They're away and won't be back till Sunday night. We have the whole house to ourselves. Besides, they’ll be glad I didn’t have to spend the whole weekend alone."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "They left you alone?"
"Yup, they went to see my brother at college. They don't do it very often, but they really didn't have a choice this time 'cause he's sick."
"You have a brother?"
"Uh-huh. Robbie is 19 and in college. He's a cool guy and I know you'd like him, but in some ways it's better with him not here if you know what I mean." I didn't know of course, but I had often fantasized about having an older brother... a brother of any kind or age would have been great, I thought. Then I thought of Kenny’s brother. Robbie! That had been the name I’d given Kenny in my fantasies! Was that some sort of a sign?

We stepped up our pace and soon Kenny was unlocking the back door to his parents' house. I felt really strange as we walked into the kitchen and removed our outer clothes and hung them to dry. "Want a lunch?" he offered. Silly question, we were teenage boys, so of course we wanted a lunch! We rummaged through the refrigerator, finally settling on a sandwich made from leftover roast beef. I found myself getting more and more jealous of Kenny and his family. The fact that he was a cherished, loved son was evident everywhere. I remembered having those feelings when I was younger and my mom was well, but now her influence was gone from the house and my dad gave no indication that he cared whether I lived or died, as long as he didn't have to bother with me.

"So tell me about your underwear fetish." Kenny requested as we munched on our sandwiches.
"My what?" I asked dumbly.
"Your fetish. My dad says that's what it's called when you get excited about something unusual like underwear or going naked or whatever. He says I've got a fetish for underwear if he ever saw one."
"Your dad knows?" I queried, astonished.
"Of course. Doesn't yours?"
"You kiddin'? You want me to get killed?"
“Why?" Kenny asked. This time it was Kenny who was astonished. "My dad says I'm not doing any harm at all so I should not feel guilty about it, but just enjoy it. But now that I've met you I think I'll enjoy it a lot more. It gets kinda lonely thinking you're unusual in some way and thinking there's no one else like that."
"I know what you mean, Kenny. But I can't believe your dad is so tolerant."
“My dad says I have a lot to give to the world and I should not expect to be perfect because no one is. He said if the worst thing I ever do is fill my dresser drawers with underwear and change it six times a day then I have nothing to be ashamed of."

I felt a lot better after our little talk, knowing that I had a friend I could talk to about what I considered to be my odd fascination. I was still not sure how I felt about Kenny sharing so much with his dad, especially because his dad knew mine; but I was committed now and I wasn't going to back out, even if it would do any good.

As we walked up the stairs, I said, "Kenny, I have to use your bathroom." I was still quite shy about using the bathroom in someone else's house and my bladder had to be almost bursting before I would give in and ask.
"No problem," Kenny answered, "Second door on your left. My bedroom is right across the hall."

When I came out of the bathroom and walked into Kenny's room, he had removed his uniform and put on a pair of jeans. He was standing facing me wearing only the jeans and of course the underwear that began at his ankles and continued to his neck, with buttons from crotch to throat. "It's called a Union Suit," he explained. "Like it?" My inhibitions, my worries of being rejected, my efforts to impress Kenny, were melting like butter on a stove top.
"Like it!" I exclaimed, "Kenny, you look so great Man! I wish I had your body!" I couldn't believe I'd just said that, but it was after all the truth. I was quite surprised at how well his upper body filled out the underwear. Below the belt he was quite slim, almost little boy looking; but above the belt he had a well developed chest with biceps and deltoids well defined, possibly even accentuated by the white underwear. In spite of myself I found myself admiring him openly.

His white body suit style underwear contrasted with his olive colored skin so that the cotton garment appeared to be almost glowing. I could see now that despite his small stature he filled the underwear really well. He was well muscled, the bulges of his deltoids, biceps and quadriceps showing plainly through the thin cotton that surrounded them. His shoulders were broad, causing the top button to strain somewhat. There was a significant pointed bulge in his groin, clear indication that Kenny was also aroused. He was absolutely gorgeous standing there in the subdued light of his bedside lamp. My mind was in overdrive now.

I had succeeded in getting the tie and shirt of my uniform off, and was working on my belt when I looked up at Kenny. I didn't think about it, I just acted. I took two steps across the floor and we were face to face, almost touching. My arms went around his broad muscular shoulders in a warm embrace. A split second later I realized what I had done and started to apologize, but then I felt his arms around my waist as well, slowly exploring my back and shoulders through my T-shirt. "Charlie," he whispered, "your body is awesome! Don't ever wish you had mine, yours is so big and strong!"

I gasped with pleasure as my pants, the belt having been undone, slid down my legs to my ankles. I stepped out of them as Kenny's hands slid down and grasped my butt cheeks.

There are certain things in our lives that don't have to be taught, they just come naturally. I think this was one of those times. As I have said, I had never had a sexual experience of any kind, had not even thought about it really. In my mind sex was one thing and love quite another, and I had never thought of either one of them in relation to Kenny. Now my body had gone on autopilot and was doing its own thing, no matter what my mind did or thought. My hands were wandering all over Kenny's underwear clad body as his did the same for me. We drew closer and our hard boners touched through the clothes that hid them. We both gasped. "Kenny," I whispered, "I don't know what's happening, but I know it feels awful good."
"I know," he whispered back. "I've never felt this way before!" Our eyes locked, and once more I was seeing far beyond his beautiful deep brown eyes directly into his very soul.

"I... uh..." I stuttered, "I don't think your underwear will fit me."
"That's ok," he answered, "I'd rather see you without it anyway."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked. I thought I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway. Kenny didn't answer, at least in words, but he hooked his thumbs under the waist band of my briefs and started pushing them down. I took his cue and began undoing the buttons of Kenny's union suit, starting at his gorgeous, long, graceful neck. Each time I dispatched a button I ran my hands inside and marveled at the soft yet firm skin I found within. Kenny reached up to help me get the undergarment off his shoulders, but I stopped him. "No," I ordered, "I'll do it."

Soon Kenny was naked, with his longjohns and jeans bunched up around his ankles. My briefs were around mine, but I still had on my T-shirt. Kenny started to giggle. Without a word I knew what had amused him and laughed also. "Guess we'd better take that off too, right?" I chuckled.

Without a word, Kenny grasped the tail of the shirt and pulled it over my head. "O man!" Kenny exclaimed as he took a step backwards, "you have no idea how long I have been waiting to see you... I mean ALL of you!" I had not really thought about it before, but I realized after his remark that I had wanted to see him naked too, but I just didn't recognize the feeling for what it was. Now as I took a really good look, Kenny looked at me. As I had suspected, he was quite muscular for his age. And that olive skin of his! He looked for all the world like he'd just spent a full week on the beach totally naked. My eyes scanned down his well developed chest, past his sculpted washboard stomach, on downward to his genitals. His cock was not that of a little boy, but the uncut male member of a young teen, about 5 inches long. His balls, though small, were certainly larger than those of many of his 13-year-old counterparts. His body was completely hairless, including his genital area. I found this a little strange since I'd had hair almost from the time my genitals had started growing. But at this moment it wasn't important.

We came together again and embraced. "Kenny," I gasped, "what's happening here?"
"I have no idea," he answered breathlessly, "but I hope it never stops."
"Me too," I assured him as my wandering hands grasped his rigid member. As I gripped it, Kenny's entire body shivered. He began gently pulling me toward the bed and we both collapsed, our hands roaming and grasping all over the other.

"Have you ever done this with anyone else?" Kenny asked between heavy, panting breaths.
"Never!" I replied hoarsely. "You're the first person I've ever done anything like this with, other than kinda fooling around with some friends when I was a lot younger. To be honest I don't even know what we're doing or why, only that it feels very very right."
"Me too. Charlie, there's so much I want to do and I'm not sure if it's right or wrong, and I'm not sure I care."

"Like what?" I asked honestly. But again he didn't answer, he just started wriggling around on the bed until his face was two inches from my throbbing member. As he closed his lips around the head of my cock and pulled the foreskin back with his hand, I thought I was going to have a stroke! The feeling was so warm, so friendly, so wet and so right! I wanted to feel Kenny's cock in my mouth, but I couldn't move! I was totally paralyzed by the feelings he was giving me as he sucked and licked, sending me totally into orbit with his ministrations as his lips slid up and down my shaft from tip to base. In no time at all I began to get a really weird feeling. It was a feeling the likes of which I'd never known before, but I knew instinctively what was going to happen next. "Oh my God, Kenny!" I screamed as a wave of.... a wave of what the heck.... moved from my head down my body to the ends of my toes and back up again. And then I was thrusting my hips involuntarily, and as I did I felt something, I knew not what, exiting from my cock into Kenny's mouth. Kenny was moaning loudly, swallowing as quickly as he could whatever he was receiving from me.

When I had returned more or less to normal and felt myself going flaccid, Kenny released me and moved up my spent body until we were face to face, put his lips to mine, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I could smell the essence of the fluid I had just ejaculated into him though all visible traces of it were gone. For a moment I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams thought I would be kissed by another boy, and I certainly never dreamed that I would like it. I had never felt so contented in my entire life! But at the same time I didn't have a really good feeling about what had just happened. "What was that?" I demanded of Kenny.
He laughed softly. "I think," he said tenderly into my ear, "it was a blowjob followed by a kiss."
"I know that," I questioned, "But... I mean... what happened? Why did we do what we did? And what was that I put in your mouth?

"You just came for the very first time in your life," he answered, ignoring the other questions. "You just shot a load of your semen into my mouth!"
"I did?" I asked with astonishment. "Geez, I'm sorry Kenny. I didn't know it was coming."
"I didn't either," Kenny replied. "But don't be sorry. It was wonderful!"
"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, referring to the incredible blowjob I'd just received.
"I have no idea," Kenny answered, "I only knew that I had to do it. I HAD to have you in my mouth!"
"Well," I replied with some nervousness in my voice, "now I just HAVE to have YOU in MY mouth!"
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said softly, "some people think it's pretty gross."
"I was one of those people till a few minutes ago, now I have GOT to try it, and I've GOT to give you the feelings that you just gave me."
"I love you Charlie!" was his response. I was shaken by this statement, but at that moment my physical needs exceeded my mental curiosity as I worked my way down Kenny's gorgeous body to his waiting cock.

My mind was whizzing a thousand miles a second. It might be said that I had never done anything like this before, but that wouldn't be quite the truth. As I contemplated what I was about to do my mind went back two years or so to my first, and only, experience. Time seemed to be standing still as I looked upon every detail of Kenny's beautiful genital area from a range of about six inches.

As nearly as I can remember I was barely twelve when Dougie moved into a small upstairs apartment my dad had made in our house to make some extra bucks. He was 8 and lived in the apartment with his mom. In no time at all I was babysitting Dougie while his mom worked.

I'm not sure how it started, but I'm pretty sure Dougie himself started it, if that makes any difference. Besides being his babysitter, I was also Dougie's best friend, in fact his only friend. One of our frequent games was play wrestling, which we both enjoyed for our own reasons. For a long time I didn't even admit this to myself, but the truth is I got really excited by the feel of our bodies so close together as we wrestled. Before long we were putting on our bathing suits for our games, and that of course led to wearing nothing at all.

As time went on we added touching and exploring to our games, and before I knew it I was sucking his little boy dick. At that time, he had at best three inches when fully erect, and a gigantic foreskin, which I laughed at and called his tassel. I suppose that's a characteristic of a small boy, though I haven't seen enough of them to make an informed judgment. I had started to grow a little, and although still totally hairless I sported a 4-inch plus dick, which Dougie thought was totally awesome! Neither of us ever reached orgasm, never even knew such a thing existed. We simply took each other in our mouths and sucked a little because it felt so great, then went on to other things. But I never forgot it, never again thought about sucking cock being anything but wonderful!

But I digress. I was now looking directly into the eye of a 5 inch boy prick, standing straight up. There was absolutely no pubic hair, but a nicely formed pair of balls snuggled close to Kenny's body. His penis was jumping gently with every one of Kenny's heartbeats. What I was going to do suddenly seemed so natural, so right, so necessary, I just opened my mouth and slid it down over his cock. Kenny groaned loudly as the technocrat in me took control.

To be perfectly honest, I didn't think about Kenny's pleasure, so intense was my own enjoyment. But I managed to send him into orbit anyway. As I sucked gently, I started analyzing what I was doing and reasoned that if I were to pull the foreskin back, Kenny would experience more intense feelings. I was unwilling or unable to release the hold my lips had on him, so I poked my tongue into the opening of his foreskin and began circling it round the head and working that skin down and away from the crown. Kenny went absolutely wild! He didn't last long as you might imagine... not nearly long enough to suit me. He let out a loud groan then yelled "Oh, Charlie!" in that gorgeous voice of his, cracking between little boy soprano and teenager baritone. And then he was spouting gallons of his seed into my mouth and down my throat. I had never tasted nor felt anything so incredible in my young life! He wasn't bucking or moving in any way, just moaning and shooting. It was as if he'd concentrated all the energy he could muster into filling me with his fluid. And fill me he did!

When it was over and Kenny's penis was so tender he gently pushed my head away from him, I sat up and looked down upon him, lying there on the bed. If I live to be 150 years old I doubt if I will see anything more beautiful than him lying there, totally spent, gazing up at me with a very slight smile on his face. "Where did you ever learn to do that?" he asked quietly, repeating my question to him.
"Do what?" I asked innocently, "You just did the same thing to me."
"Not like that!" he exclaimed, "Man, I thought you were gonna suck my insides right out of me!"

And then we were lying side by side, gently and slowly running our hands over each other's body. And that's when the phone rang.

To Be Continued...