Kenny

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"What next?" Kenny asked excitedly. He was a bit like a small boy out for a day's treats, and then I realised that to him it was probably exactly that.

"A coffee and a sit down, I think," I suggested. "Us old men, we can't go gallivanting about all day without a rest, you know."

"You're not old!" Kenny scoffed, then looked at me again. "How old are you? Or shouldn't I ask?" he enquired.

I told him and he nodded thoughtfully. "I thought you were about that," he confirmed. "Old enough to be wise and sensible but not too old to enjoy -- everything."

"Thank you for the compliment," I said. We chose a coffee bar near the supermarket and sat outside in the sunshine.

"So I'm not too old for you, then?" I murmured quietly, continuing the line of conversation.

Kenny looked round and I saw his hand start to move towards my leg, but he thought the better of it as the street was full of passers-by.

"Desi," he said earnestly. "I wouldn't care if you were ten years older than you are. It's the you I've come to know that I like, no matter what your age." He sipped his coffee. "Only I should be a bit disappointed if you lost interest in sex."

"I hope that won't happen for some time to come," I agreed, "but remember also that I won't recover as quickly as you do."

Kenny nodded. "I know," he said. "I'm cool with that."

We sat and dawdled until the coffee was finished and another cigarette each had been introduced to the glass ashtray on the table.

"We could move on," I suggested.

"Where to?"

"Over there, I think, to begin with." I pointed.

Kenny glanced across the street.

"Oh, you're going to buy some clothes?" he said wistfully.

I shifted my chair a bit nearer to his so that I could speak quietly.

"Yes," I told him. "I want to get some more stockings, a few more pants, maybe a couple of skirts if I can see any I like. And whatever else takes my fancy."

Kenny regarded me with a mournful look.

"Lucky you!" he said, and there was just a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Lucky that you have the money to be able to go out and choose new things like that for yourself."

"Not for me, for you," I murmured, but Kenny went on as if he hadn't heard me.

"I wish I could do things like that. I've never been in a state where I could. It must be so nice ---what did you just say?"

I didn't answer, but just sat and looked at him.

"Did you say what I thought you said?" His head swivelled to look at the three or four clothes shops opposite us, and then back to me. His eyes were wide and full of amazement, like a small boy who had just been presented with a most-wanted Christmas present. For me, the look in his eyes was enough to justify the impending expense.

"D'you mean that?" Kenny asked disbelievingly.

"Kenny," I said quietly, hitching my chair even closer to his. "I've trusted you quite a bit up to now. And now I am going to trust you even more." I paused, looking at his eyes, still showing his surprise and pleasure.

Now Kenny did lay his hand on my arm, a perfectly natural, brief gesture, which, coupled with his next words, gave me a warm glow inside.

"Derek," he began, and I knew he was deadly serious when he called me Derek. "Derek, I promise you, I swear to you, I won't betray any trust you put in me. Please believe me! I will not let you down!"

I savoured that warm glow for a few moments, then reached into my pocket. I took his hand and placed something into his palm then closed his fingers over it.

"There's some money for you. We're going to buy you some new stuff. You choose it, and you can pay for it yourself. If I see anything I particularly want you to have--" I winked at him, "—I'll tell you. Okay?"

Kenny's mouth had literally fallen open slightly as he listened to me. Slowly he unclasped his hand and looked at the wad of paper money there. Equally slowly he raised his eyes to mine.

"There's four hundred quid there," I told him softly. "If we find we need any more, we'll see what can be done."

Kenny's mouth gaped a bit more, and he silently mouthed the word "More?" at me, then without a word he carefully stowed the money away in his pocket.

I let him digest this development in silence for a while, deciding to order two more coffees as the waitress went by.

"I have never held that much money in my hand in my life!" Kenny said quietly. "Desi, thank you. Such useless words, but I don't know what else to say."

"Seeing you in some of the things we're going to buy will be thanks enough," I said. We both sipped our newly arrived coffees in companionable silence. I guessed the money was already starting to burn a hole in Kenny's pocket as he considered what he could buy.

"If we're going to get ---" Kenny glanced up as a group of people passed by our table, and continued in a whisper, "-- ladies' stuff, isn't that going to look a bit funny?"

I shook my head. It wouldn't bother me as I'd bought such items for myself many times. But I thought Kenny might feel less self-conscious if he had an excuse for buying them.

"We can say," I suggested in a conspiratorial whisper, "they're for your sister."

Kenny looked relieved and gave a little nod. Something occurred to me.

"You don't have a sister, do you?" I asked him.

"No. I'm an only child."

A thought flitted through my mind and I wondered if this was because his father had discovered he didn't enjoy the female body after all and perhaps had already sampled the pleasures of the male flesh elsewhere. But it was an idle thought and not important now.

"Like me," I said. "Well, whenever you're ready, let's spend!"

Kenny laid a restraining hand on my arm. "Des," he said quietly. "Are you sure about this? That's a lot of money. A hell of a lot. I haven't asked you what you do or anything about you really, but if you're happy to do this, you must be very well off."

There was no greed or avarice in his eyes, just a genuine concern as he watched me and waited for me to reply.

"I earn very good money as an IT specialist," I told him. "I don't have a family, or any other commitments for my money. I can do what I wish with it. And as I live alone and my outgoings are minimal, well, yes, I have a few quid in the bank. But well off? No, I wouldn't say that."

Kenny looked across at the clothes shops and then at me.

"We have different ideas about 'well off', obviously," he said. "But as long as you're happy about this, okay, let's spend!"

And for the next hour and a half we wandered from shop to shop, collecting bags, parcels, and boxes as we went. At first Kenny seemed reluctant to actually buy what his eye had obviously lighted upon, but with a little encouragement he soon forgot his inhibitions and collected arms full of things that he liked. In a men's shop he paused by a display of shirts and matching ties, neatly folded in their boxes on sloping racks.

"I don't really need anything like that, do I?" he mused out loud. I didn't reply, so he looked round at me. "Do I?"

I still didn't reply.

"You think I do," Kenny decided. "Alright then." He chose two sets and I silently approved of the colours and his choices. Threading our way to the pay desk with our arms full of clothes he glanced at me.

"Curious as to why I need the good gear," he murmured.

"Who knows?" I said. "You might go somewhere dressy, one day."

We waited behind two other customers to pay, and my eye caught a promotion the shop was offering. I wandered over to have a look and then called Kenny.

"How d'you feel about trying this on?" I suggested.

Kenny examined the display. "To go with the shirts and ties?" he remarked. Thrusting his armful of purchases at me, he selected his size and disappeared into a changing cubicle. Within a minute or so he was out and went to examine himself in the full length mirror. I'd guessed that the item would look good on him, but I was staggered at the change. In front of me now was a young man in a smart, grey business suit with a slight sheen to the material. He turned to me, and even with just the T-shirt on, he looked every inch a competent, professional, sensible and keen young managerial type. With one of the shirt and tie sets he was buying, the picture would be complete, and I would have given him a job on the spot.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Good," he replied, looking critically in the mirror. "I must admit, it does look nice." He turned this way and that a few times, and then caught the label dangling from the sleeve of the jacket. He twisted it to face me and pointed to it.

"Desi, this suit is a hundred quid, all on its own."

"Reduced from a hundred and fifty," I pointed out. "If you like it, buy it."

Kenny shrugged. "I like it," he said, "but I've no idea when I would wear it."

I had my own ideas about that. But all in good time.

Kenny changed back and we tried for the pay desk again. Fortunately the girl there knew her job, and she managed to fold the quantity of items and pack them so that they were reduced to a manageable two large bags.

Outside the shop Kenny put down his bags and carefully counted what money he had left.

"There's still about a hundred and fifty quid here," he said. "I can't think of anything else I want or need, can you?" and he held the money out to me.

I ignored his outstretched hand and said, "Yes. Next stop, over there."

It took Kenny only half an hour to choose the mobile pay-as-you-go phone that he liked. While the salesman entered the details on his system and produced Kenny's receipt and guarantee, Kenny turned to me with his eyes glowing.

"Now I can call you at work and chat to you," he said excitedly. "If I'm allowed?"

"That's the idea," I agreed, smiling. "Just not too often. I must be seen to be doing something other than chatting on the phone!"

Kenny chuckled. "Maybe once or twice a day?" he queried.

"That should be fine," I said. We moved outside the shop.

"Kenny, although you're living with me and we have our special agreement about you, you're not a prisoner, you know. You do have some mates, back at the plot, and although I'd rather you didn't go there, you can always call Lee or anyone else you know who has a phone."

"That will be nice," he said, "and I have no desire to go back there at all. So don't worry."

"Then we have only one more place to go," I decided. "It's time to buy some stuff for your 'sister'."

That only took another twenty minutes, as Kenny, nor I, were in a position or the right sex to try anything on, so size was a matter of guesswork and calculation. We bought quite a selection of stuff, both for him and for me. By now I was glancing at my watch occasionally.

"I hope we can get a taxi quickly," I said outside the shop. "We need to be back before three."

We struggled with all the purchases until I hailed a cab, and within ten minutes we were back home. We dumped the bags and boxes on Kenny's bed, and before I could say or do anything Kenny had thrown his arms around me and was giving me such a huge hug it was taking my breath away.

"Thank you!" he whispered into my chest. "Des, thank you! Thank you!"

I hugged him back and we stayed together for a while. Then I cupped his cheeks in my hands and looked at him. I thought I saw his eyes glistening wetly, but I wasn't sure.

"It was a pleasure," I said firmly. "Understand, little Kenny? It was a pleasure for me to buy them for you."

He nodded and buried his head onto my chest again, refusing to let go of his hug. What might have happened next was prevented by a ring at the doorbell.

"That'll be the food," I surmised, and we helped the driver carry the boxes of supermarket purchases into the flat.

"Right, we need to put this all away," I said, "especially the frozen stuff. I'll show you where everything goes. The things you haven't already discovered, that is."

There were things for Kenny in there too, more razors, a couple of new toothbrushes, a bottle of after shave that we'd both agreed we liked on him and a few other items which Kenny took into his room. Then the food items and goodies had to be put away and that kept us busy for a while. I said I'd make us some tea if Kenny wanted to go and unpack his own stuff and try it on?

Kenny certainly did, and with the suggestion that now he should have a shower before he tried on his new clothes, he disappeared into the bathroom first and then his own room, reappearing every few minutes with some new items on, checking whether I approved and if it fitted him alright. When he put on a pale lilac shirt and purple tie with cross hatchings, and the grey suit, he looked quite astounding.

"Have you looked in the mirror?" I asked.

Kenny nodded. "Looks okay, doesn't it?" he said nonchalantly.

"Okay? Is that all?"

And he rushed to me and hugged me again. "It looks super!" he said. "I was funning you! I don't look like a rent boy dressed in this!"

I pushed him away gently. "But you're not a rent boy now," I reminded him softly. "You keep forgetting that."

Kenny nodded. "I know I do sometimes. I'll try harder not to remember it." He reached up and gave me a kiss. "You're so good to me, Desi. So good."

"What's left?" I enquired, and he laughed.

"Only my 'sister's' stuff," he said, "and I thought you'd want to be with me when I try those things on."

"Yes, I would. But let's have some tea and a smoke first."

Kenny changed from the suit and came to the kitchen dressed only in a new pair of satin briefs.

"Shall I chuck my old jeans," he asked, "or is it worth washing them?

"Up to you," I answered, pouring tea. "Nothing wrong with them, is there? But if they remind you of anything you'd rather forget, chuck them out."

"No, nothing like that," he said ruminatively. "I'll keep them."

We sat and enjoyed the tea and a slice of chocolate cake, and then a cigarette.

"That was a busy, tiring, but wonderful day," Kenny decided. "What happens tomorrow?"

"Don't wish your life away," I told him. "Tomorrow is another day. I dare say we'll think of something we both want to do," and Kenny laughed.

"Before tomorrow, I hope," he chided me.

"Let's have a look at this stuff," I said, and we went to his room.

Having each tried on the underwear, the short skirts and the other erotic clothes we'd bought, I sat on the bed and looked at him. He was now wearing a short, white, cotton microskirt, almost a belt, with its own sewn-in pants;- or maybe it was a set of pants with a sewn-on microskirt, I wasn't sure which.

"You've never worn ladies' stuff before?" I asked him.

Kenny shook his head. "Never. But there's something about it which is a real turn-on. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it, but I like it."

"You look terrific in those," I told him. "Keep them on."

Kenny held up a short satin dress which was a slinky silvery colour and which he'd already tried on. "This is nice," he said. "It's a pity it wouldn't fit you. I reckon you'd look good in this."

"I already have one," I said. "My size."

Kenny's eyes lit up. "Desi, can I ask you to wear it tonight? I'd really like it if you would."

"Of course," I said. I pointed to a pack of hold-ups. "Put them on for me with that white skirt you have on. I'd like you like that. Right now I'm going to see about dinner."

I left him to dress as I'd asked and started to prepare the food. Kenny presented himself a few minutes later, and seeing him in that sexy white pants and skirt outfit with black hold-ups to the tops of his thighs, I knew dinner would have to wait.

"Come here," I murmured. I pulled him in front of me, but with his back to me. We were both standing, and I reached down to rub my hands over the front of the white skirt, lifting it to feel the soft cotton of the pants underneath and his warm cock inside them. Kenny leaned back against me as I worked on him gently, his cock hardening again in that thrilling way and making a bulge inside the pants. I reached down and slid my hand into the waistband and held his cock, beginning to stroke him again and wank him. My other arm was round his smooth chest and I just held him that way, gently pinned against me as I continued to toss him off. It wasn't long before I felt the telltale tremor in his hot, hard rod that signalled his impending climax. He gasped and pressed his head back against my chest as I brought him off, his hot cum again shooting over my hand and himself as he spurted into the clean white pants. His spasms subsided and I carefully wiped the cum over him and onto the material before withdrawing my hand.

"Not fair!" Kenny murmured, still leaning against me as he got his breath back. "I want to touch you too."

"Yes, I do too," I agreed, "but let me put the dinner on first. I just wanted to fill your pants with cum because they're far too new and clean as they were." I released him and he stepped away. "And it would be nice if you wet into them before we go to bed," I added.

"Of course I will," Kenny said.

Having put the dinner in the oven while Kenny sat and watched me, idly smoking a cigarette, I took his hand and led him to my room. We hugged for a while, and then I produced several thick towels from the cupboard and lay them on the bed.

Kenny nodded in understanding.

I gently lay him on his back on the bed. I opened his legs slightly and left him for a moment as I undressed down to my silk pants. Then I lay down myself, my head between his legs and a few inches away from his crotch, smelling his body fragrance and sensing the heat coming from him. Gently I touched the bulge of his soft cock inside his pants and kissed his thighs where the holdups ended and his warm flesh began.

"Okay," I murmured. "Pee whenever you like."

I left my hand resting against his cock and felt the warmth begin as he let himself go. The wetness spread across the soft cotton and across my hand, deliciously warm. I moved my hand away and put my mouth against the fabric instead, My lips poised over the bulge of his cock, tasting the cum and the flow of his piss on the fabric, warm and slightly salty. I pulled the waistband down and took hold of his cock. His pee spurted over my chest and neck and I licked at the tip of his cock. I opened my lips and took an inch or two of his cock inside my mouth until it was full of his pee, then released his cock, placed it back inside his pants and opened my mouth to let his pee run out and cover the front of them. Gradually I saw the flow die away until he had finished.

"Nice," I commented. "Now I want you to toss me off, little Kenny. Just that, nothing more."

Kenny rolled aside and I lay back on the bed, my legs open as his had been. His hand came to me and massaged me for a few moments before sliding into the waist of the silk and grasping my cock. As he began to stroke me it stiffened under his warm touch, until it was soon at full strength and I closed my eyes and relished the feel of Kenny's slender fingers grasping me and sliding up and down its length.

"Faster!" I murmured, and Kenny complied, now wanking me very fast as my cock bulged in his hand. I felt the start and lifted myself slightly off the bed as the first spurt of cum jetted out from my cock and splashed into the soft silk. Kenny kept on stroking me as fast as before and I felt the strength of the spurts of hot cream as my pants and my belly became covered with hot cum once again.

Finally I stopped his movements and lay, catching my breath.

"Was it good?" Kenny murmured.

"Anytime you touch me it's good," I said, and I turned and kissed him. A few minutes passed by and then I raised myself.

"Okay, we'll stay dressed like this till bedtime, but let me move these wet towels. And then I want a smoke and a drink."

Dinner was over and everything washed and put away and we were sitting on the sofa with a coffee and another smoke, cuddling each other with our free arms.

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