I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK!
Chapter 13
Kenny groaned and pulled the blanket up over his head, blocking out the light that was coming through the curtains and slanting across his eyes. He felt the bed shift next to him and a hand slid around his waist to press flat against his belly. A tall, thin form pressed against his back and he felt a warm breath tickle the back of his neck. He sighed and settled back against the heat of the man's body. He was very comfortable. He felt warm and strangely safe.
The man shifted his hips and Kenny felt his erection brush against his bare ass. He smiled and wiggled his hips, pulling a soft laugh from the man. "Didn't get enough last night?" The man moved again, pressing harder against him.
"Last night was last night. You're warm and hard against me." He rolled onto his back and looked into the man's eyes as he reached down and cupped the man's balls in his hand. "How do you want me?"
"On your back." He chuckled softly when Kenny spread his legs and move his hand between his legs to play with his ass. "Not like that, sweetling. Something new." He sat up and flicked a tongue over the boys right nipple. He had discovered the night before that his nipples were wonderfully sensitive. "Just lie there. I'll do the work." He pushed the boys legs together and straddled his hips.
Kenny's eyes went wide and he sat up, pushing the man back. "No. Not that."
The man simply looked at the boy, startled. He hadn't expected the reaction. "Okay. May I ask why not?"
Kenny flushed and looked away, drawing his knees up to his chest. He rested his cheek on his knees and looked at the way the sun was shining through the curtains. "I've never done that. I'm," he stopped, unsure of what to say.
The man gave the boy a knowing smile and ran his fingers through the soft golden hair. "You're saving that last bit of yourself for someone special." The boys head nodded under his hand. "I understand. I won't ask for that again." He moved to sit against the headboard and put an arm around the boy, pulling him against his side as he pulled the blanket up over them both. "Do you have someone special in mind?"
Kenny looked over at him and smiled. "Right now, only you."
The man shook his head. "Come on, sweetling. You're a healthy 16 year old boy. You may let men like me pay you for the pleasure of your body, but you must be attracted to someone your own age. A boy from your class? Or a girl?"
Kenny blushed and looked away again. "A boy."
"When I was your age, I had it bad for someone. A guy that had been my best friend since we were little. When I was 17 I told him that I was gay and that I was attracted to him. He beat me up, called me a fag, spread it around school that I was gay, and never talked to me again." He gave the boy a sad smile and pushed back his hair again. "Be careful who you tell. At least until you are out of high school. And be very careful of who you give your heart to."
"He already knows. But he came to me first."
"That's good. Does he know what you do, though?"
"He knows. He doesn't like it but he understands why I have to do it."
The man frowned. "Why do you do it? If I may ask."
Kenny sighed and stretched his legs out, leaning back against the headboard. "My parents are drunks. They use drugs when they can get them. The first time, it was because my dad decided to offer me to a petty dealer for a couple rocks of crack. Then he told my parents that he knew a few people who would pay to fuck me. So they pimped me out. When I realized that it meant food for my brother and sister, I didn't mind too much. The men were mostly gentle and food for them was more important to me than a few minutes of letting some guy poke me. My parents pimped me for a year than I told them that I would find my own clients, after one of them had tried to strangle me while fucking me. They didn't care as long as they got the money. But I started charging more than they did and saved the extra money. So now I have my own place and I see only who I want, when I want. I still help my family with the bills sometimes, but only because if I don't, my parents won't pay them and they won't buy food for my brother and sister. My brother is a couple years older than me. He wants to join the Army but he won't leave my sister alone with my parents. She can't live with me because of what I do, and I need my own place to do it in. I see more people now, and make more money. Until I got my own place, you were the best person I saw. You still are, of course. But at least most my clients now aren't drunks and drug dealers."
"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"You never asked and I didn't trust you. I don't trust many people."
The man turned and looked at Kenny, a serious look on his face. "I could help you. I would like to have more nights like last night. I know school is important to you, so we could do it on a Friday or Saturday night. Twice a month. That would give you $4000 a month."
"I enjoyed last night. The sex was amazing, and you made me feel special." Kenny frowned and put his head back on his knees, turned toward the man. "Can I think about it?"
"Of course you can. Take as long as you want to think. Until you decide, we can continue our regular schedule." He flashed the boy a smile and slid out of the bed. "For now, let's order breakfast. Then I want that tight ass around my cock one more time before I bring you home."