Kenny

“Do I have to go anywhere?” he asked softly. “I suppose, anywhere really, then.” He looked genuinely disappointed. Then he nodded towards the front door. “You can lock me in. Then you know I’ll be here when you come home.”
I nodded slowly. “You want to stay here all day, alone? What will you do?”
“You’ve got a TV, DVD player, CDs,” he said. “I can amuse myself.”
“Forgive me,” I said carefully, “ but don’t you want to be out and about hunting for tricks?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t.” He stared at me with a hard, searching gaze. “God knows why, but no, I really don’t want to go out looking for tricks. It feels ---- comfortable, here.” He let out a huge sigh. “But, of course, I understand. Why you didn’t want anything from me after all you’ve done for me, I don’t know. But I enjoyed my time with you. More than I would have believed. But you can drop me anywhere.”

And so now I was dividing my attention between my work and thoughts about what Kenny might be doing, left alone in the flat. I’d taken the precaution of moving a few small items into my own room and locking that door, to which I did have a key, but the rest of the place was open to him to select whatever he thought he could nick and get away with. Insurance would cover it, provided I could find an explanation of how the robber got in through that massive lock. But I’d arranged things so that they became a slight trap for Kenny, if he had lied to me. I wanted to trust him, and the only way I could think of to find out for sure if he was being honest with me was to set that little trap…
Fortunately I was able to leave work early, which happens sometimes but not as often as I’d like. I arrived home and let myself in with the key. I immediately knew there was something different about the place. What it was I couldn’t tell straight away, but flat was different in some way, I could sense it. I shut the door behind me and paused, trying to focus on the difference. And then I heard a noise and Kenny came bounding out of the living room, a huge smile on his face.
“You’re back!” he cried gleefully. He stopped and looked at me for a moment as I stood inside the front door, then he slowly came to me, still smiling happily and folded his arms tightly round me, squeezing me as hard as he could in a hug. “You’re earlier than you said,” he said happily.
My arms went round him and we stood there and hugged each other for a while.

“Come and see!” Kenny implored me, and grabbing my hand he led me into the living room. And then I knew what the difference in the place was. Kenny had been cleaning and tidying. He took me proudly on a tour, showing me what he’d done. Washed up the breakfast things, emptied and washed the ashtrays, dusted, hoovered, and a few things that I’d lazily left lying about he’d put away in cupboards, mostly in the wrong places, I noticed with a silent chuckle to myself. All in all he’d been round everywhere and cleaned and tidied up. I could smell a faint fragrance of flowers and I knew he’d used disinfectant, presumably in the kitchen and bathroom.
As we reached the kitchen, he paused and looked at me seriously.
“Oh, by the way,” he said apologetically, “I went out to get some milk ‘cos there was hardly had any left.”
A cold tingle ran up my spine. “And how did you get back in again?”
“I left the door ajar and wedged it shut with a scrap of cardboard,” he explained nervously. “Then I ran to the corner shop and ran back again. I was only away three or four minutes.”
“You had money to pay for it?” I suggested, rather coldly.
Kenny shook his head and looked even more nervous.
“There was a tenner under that pot and I used that. There’s the change.” He pointed to a five pound note and some loose change on the kitchen counter.
Whether I actually, physically staggered at that point, I couldn’t tell you, but I saw the nervousness in eyes disappear and a more relaxed look came over his features.
“That shook you, didn’t it?” he said quietly, with a quizzical look.

I nodded dumbly. It had shaken me, but what was more important was the immense feeling of relief that flooded through me. The little trap I’d set had worked, in one way, and failed abysmally in another way, and I was so glad.
Kenny came to me and threw his arms round me again.
“Desi,” he said, “ I knew you’d left the door unlocked within thirty seconds of you leaving. You expected to find me well gone when you came home, didn’t you? Me and all your valuable stuff? I could have got mates round here with a lorry and cleaned you out today. That’s what you expected, isn’t it?”
I hugged him very tightly to me.
“No!” I whispered, “that’s what I was terribly afraid of. But I hoped and prayed all day that if you found the unlocked door, you’d still be here when I got home.”
“And I am,” he said simply. He hugged me tighter and said “And I’m glad you’re home. It’s nice to see you again.” He looked up at me. “Have you missed me a bit?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Yes, Kenny, I have missed you.”
His head went down again and he rubbed his cheek against my chest.
“Good. I missed you too and I wanted to do something for you because of how good you were to me. I hope you can trust me now.”
We stayed like that for while, just enjoying the nearness and the warmth of each other.

“Kenny,” I said at last, “we have some talking to do. Why don’t you get us some drinks and we’ll sit.”
And so minutes later we were both on the sofa. Kenny lay full length with his head in my lap, looking up at me. I could feel the warmth of his head through my trousers, resting on my cock, and I’m sure he could feel that too, even with the back of his head. Kenny lit two cigarettes and passed me one.
“Okay, I’m listening,” he said comfortably.
I took a sip of my drink.
“How would you like to live here?” I asked him.
He gazed at me. “Live? What, permanently?”
I nodded. “Yes. I thought you might like it. I thought you might enjoy having a home again, instead of a railway arch.”
He drew on his cigarette and idly murmured, “A home!”
Then he sat bolt upright, almost spilling his drink.
“Derek, are you serious?”
“Never more so,” I told him cheerfully. “It’s entirely up to you, but I would like it if you did.” I sipped a bit more of my Scotch. “Of course, if you prefer a life outside, free of responsibilities, free to go your own way --”
Kenny’s soft slender fingers had come to my lips and effectively shut me up.
“You’d do that?” he exclaimed in a quiet and awed voice. “You’d let me live here, with you? But I have no money. I’m just a dirty rent boy. Why would you do such a thing---” he paused and his eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute! Are you saying I can live here but I should still go out and find tricks and then split the money with you? You want to pimp me?”
“No!” I said sharply. “No, Kenny! It isn’t like that at all! Quite the reverse, in fact.”

The boy’s face softened again and I felt his body relax too.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said. “Not for anyone.”
“Kenny, what I’m saying, what I’m offering, is for you to live here with me. Look after my --- needs and wants. There are one or two conditions, but nothing like that. In fact, if you choose to stay here with me, one of those conditions is you that you never, never, turn another trick with anyone, and if I found out that you had, I’d throw you out on the spot. If you choose to stay here, then you will only be able to have sex with me, no-one else. Maybe that’s too high a price to pay?”
Kenny shook his head. “I don’t have sex with tricks,” he said. “ I do a job. The media call it being a sex worker. It means being a hooker or a rent boy. But it’s work. I get a little money for doing it. But sex is something you do with someone you like. It’s something you enjoy. There’s a big difference. Do you understand what I am talking about?”
“Perfectly,” I said.
“Then it isn’t a price I would have to pay,” said Kenny, “because I want to have sex with you. I wanted it last night. Wanted it. That’s the point.”
He gazed at me and took my hand in his slender fingers. “I want sex with you because I like you, Desi. Not because you’re going to pay me for it. Not because you’ll give me food if I do. Just because I feel ---close to you and because I want sex with you.”
He squeezed my hand and gave a small, helpless shrug.
“So, if you really mean it, if you’re not winding me up, and I’m not dreaming, the answer is yes, I would love to live here with you.”
I held up my free hand.

“Wait,” I said. “There are other conditions. Not many. But a few. You may not like them.”
Kenny slid nearer to me on the sofa, reached up and put his hand on my cheek. “If you’re not wanting to pimp me, and if I am only allowed to have sex with you, any other conditions will seem pretty minor,” he said gently.
I watched him for a few moments.
“It’s the type of sex,” I told him, “that you might not like.”
He gave a gentle shrug. “I told you I’d tried most things, even in just three or four months. There are things I like doing, and having done to me too. I don’t think you’ll want any type of sex that I wouldn’t agree to or want myself.”
I nodded. “I hope so,” I said. “I really hope so, my lovely little Kenny, because I want to enjoy you, and I want you to enjoy me, without any worries or fears or inhibitions.”
He suddenly swivelled round until he was kneeling astride me, facing me. His arms went over my shoulders and his hands clasped round the back of my neck.
“Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you like and what you want to do with me.”
So I told him.
“Firstly,” I began, “I like wearing ladies’ pants. I very, very rarely wear men’s, except perhaps like the trunks you have on.”
He nodded, his face completely serious.

“Secondly, I would want you to dress for me, sometimes wearing miniskirts, stockings, suspenders, maybe just pants, whatever I fancied at the moment.”
Kenny leant forward and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Any time, anything you want, I’ll wear for you,” he murmured.
“I want all types of sex,” I continued. “Hand, mouth, ass, everything. And that works both ways. I would want you to fuck me, as much as I fuck you.”
“I would hope so!” Kenny murmured.
“Thirdly, I am not into bondage or domination, or anything painful. I don’t want any of that---” Kenny was nodding, “—but I do like other things. Watersports, for example. I like a lot of it, both ways.”
Kenny continued to nod while gazing at me.
“Also, I will not use a condom. I want bareback sex.”

A cloud passed behind Kenny’s eyes and his face took on a doubtful expression.
“Oh,” he said. “Des, I don’t know-----”
“Kenny, I haven’t had a sexual partner for ages. Anything I enjoy I have enjoyed alone. I am sure I don’t have a problem, but…” I paused and brushed a hair away from his forehead, “…if it makes you happier, I will have a test too.”
He gazed at me thoughtfully for a few moments. “If you want to,” he said eventually. “I’m not saying you must, because you don’t look the type who is likely to get anything like that. That’s one reason why I picked you to ask for the fiver.”
“A better class of trick?” I enquired mildly, and he had the grace to look away and coloured slightly.
I reached down and gently touched the front of his jeans where I could feel his cock inside them.
“I want to enjoy you without anything getting in the way,” I said quietly. “That has to be one of my conditions.”
Kenny’s face was serious as he considered my words and then his face cleared and he smiled again.
His hands cupped my face.

“Okay Desi. I can’t really believe you’re carrying anything nasty, but of course you never know…. but I would enjoy bareback sex with you too. And if I’m going to live with you, there shouldn’t be any need for that sort of protection. No problem. No condoms.”
“And,” I said heavily, “one more thing.”
I paused and Kenny raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’ve said nothing else so far to put me off staying here. Go on.”
“You will never, never,” I said slowly, “ever wash any underwear, yours or mine, unless I say you can. Is that clear?”
A smile formed on Kenny’s face and spread into a big grin. “Dear Desi!” he said. “I’ve been wearing these pants for about six weeks or more, every day, non stop, without washing. Do you really think that would bother me?” His grin became a laugh and he leaned forward and kissed me again.
“Oh, Des! Your conditions and rules are… are…well, they’re nothing! Do you understand? They don’t bother me at all! And if they make you happy I’ll be even more pleased to do them for you.” His face became serious again. His hands dropped to my shoulders and he actually gave me a little shake. “Derek, somehow you’ve become something special to me, even in just the short time I’ve known you. I don’t know why, and I don’t understand. But to be able to stay here, live here in this nice flat, to have a home again, and to be with someone I like very much and make them happy in any way I know how, any way he wants and any way I can, that’s just amazing for me. I would like it very much.”

I took him in my arms and for several minutes we kissed and held each other. His mouth opened and I felt the tip of his tongue licking at me, searching, probing, teasing. I responded, and then our tongues were lashing together, circling, tasting, teasing, exploring. I eased my head back.
“Take those jeans off,” I murmured, and he left the sofa and quickly removed them. Once again the sight of those old and stained trunks started my loins stirring. He pulled the T-shirt off too and came back to me. Gently he started to unbutton my shirt.
“I want you!” he whispered. “I hope you want me too!”

Gently I ran my hands round his ass. His cheeks were everything I expected, firm, round, but pliable enough for me to separate them slightly inside his pants. I stroked his ass and let my fingers trace down the crease between his cheeks. He pushed himself towards me and I let my hands wander down to the inside of his thighs. He was standing in front of me, leaning over to me as he undid the last button and gently pulled the shirt off my shoulders. That wondrous open fly was in front of me, and I could see his cock inside, nestling there and just waiting to rise up. I let my hand trail round his thigh to the front, and let it brush up against the front of his trunks. I felt his cock jerk and begin to grow. Kenny was undoing my belt and unzipping my trousers, and my own cock was already answering the call, hardening and awaiting the soft touch of those gentle and slim fingers.
Slowly I used one hand to open his fly as much as it would go, and with the other hand I inserted two fingers and my thumb. I felt the heat of his cock and as my roving fingers touched it and began to curl round it, Kenny let out a little gasp. Gently I massaged his cock, still inside those trunks, and as it grew and hardened into a full erection I eased it out through the fly. It was truly magnificent. His helmet gleamed as it swelled up in my hand. The vein on the back of his cock throbbed as it pumped the blood to him. His rod was hard and red and strained towards me. His helmet shone purple as it swelled and strained.
Kenny had unzipped my trousers and his own hand was now inside them, stroking and massaging my silk thong as my cock became erect inside it. Gently his fingers probed at the edge of the silk and I felt their warmth as he reached my cock.
“Oh!” he exclaimed softly. “You’re shaved?”
I nodded. “Yes, completely.”
Kenny smiled and I felt his fingers exploring my cock and balls inside my thong.

I put my hands on his ass again and pulled gently and he knew immediately what I wanted. Releasing my own cock, he knelt up on the sofa, his legs on either side of me. Slowly he eased his body forward and that magnificent, ramrod hard cock approached my mouth. I licked the tip and he gasped as his cock jerked. I let my tongue play round his helmet, over it and round it and behind it and under it. His whole cock was throbbing and straining. I grasped the base with one hand and began to stroke him, opening my lips at the same time and taking his cock inside my mouth.
Kenny was gasping and leaning the top half of his body back, even as he thrust his lower half forward.
“Desi! Desi!” he gasped. “I don’t want to cum yet! Stop!
I released his cock and he stayed perfectly still for a moment. His cock twitched and jerked in the air in front of my face and I knew he was making a monumental effort to hold himself back. Finally his eyes opened and he looked down at me.
“Don’t touch me for a bit,” he gasped. “If you do I shall cum.”