e-Book Summary/Excerpt

Short Stories

from Chris Kent's Boys In Shorts

The Apprentice

Even as a little kid I was an exhibitionist. I learned early that it also turned some others into exhibitionists, too. First there was the man next door who pretended to pee but obviously couldn't with it hard like that. But my favorite was an apprentice who worked for my Dad. Simon didn't mind a 13 year old getting real close to his pride and joy, and eventually I got him to go all the way with me. I knew this was the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life, making love to a guy.

Brothers In Arms

I knew that my younger brother and I didn't communicate much but he was becoming more and more attractive, especially when I watched him jacking off through the window. It turns out that his horny friend also had an older brother who was horny, too, and when we finally began to get the message from each other, there was a lot more activity around our house, in pairs and trios and more. Sometimes it takes four to tango, ya know?

What Happened in Barcelona

I had known (in the biblical sense) Paul and Maria's brother Jose, but this was different. Paul insisted I learn about sex with females and I was agreeable, and so there we were, the three of us, but it was complicated. Pussies don't really turn me on, I found, but with Paul to handle my cock and show me the ropes, we ended up in a double penetration free-for-all that I will never forget. And then Paul was still up there and still tasted good, and here we go again. . .

Dean Genie

As a senior I knew I had to keep my distance from the younger boys but 15-year old Dean had other ideas. After a soccer practice session we got started on sex and Dean made it clear that he wanted me if I wanted him. Did I! It took some doing to extract it from his tight goalie pants, but here it was in all its rigid glory. It took two climaxes, one inside me, to relieve the tension. This was the first of many occasions, but Dean was bisexual, and that was fine with me, too.

Eric (Or Reality Sucks)

My favorite thing was the movie matinees and the orange squash and popcorn that went along with them, that is, until Eric showed me how much fun boys can have in the dark cavern of the theatre. Then we go to the beach together and he shows me more, things that made my twelve year old knees tremble. Dirty things. I don't want to hurt Eric, but — I don't want him to hurt me. He's a couple of years older. And then I find him with another boy, and the boy is bent over and seems to be in agony. Eric's doing to him what Daddies do to Mommies. Is that what he wants to do to me? . . . Even now I wonder if Eric remembers me; I remember him. . .

What Jamie Told Me One Night in the Boarding House

Jamie and I had gotten to the point of comfort in sharing each other's secrets. He told me of his first sexual experience with a man, one that he had sought out actively with a young man he met in the woods in his small home town. He knew what he wanted but it was even bigger than he had imagined and he couldn't manage it all despite all his efforts. Then it was his turn to boldly go where he had never even dreamed of going before. Even so, years later, he had saved the best for me, because it is love that really matters most.

Little Nikita

I couldn't believe how my 15-year old nephew, Nicholas (Niki, Nikita), had developed in the last four years, but of course he was forbidden fruit (and it turned out "fruit" was an appropriate term).My innocent (?) gift to purchase clothes he wanted turned into a modeling of the finest see-through underwear, which didn't pose much of an obstacle to the prizes underneath. Nikita was a quick and demanding study. We were both on our third climax when — but I don't want to spoil the ending for you.

Only You — Only Me

I'm 16 years old now, but even back when I was 11 or 12 I knew I liked boys, and boys, especially Luke, liked me, too. Next there was red-headed Alex who joined me naked in the pool and with his legs in the air after the junior disco. I was always afraid of being rejected but Alex's friends had some far-out parties that weren't anything like our parents thought they were — and that's where I met Rob. I remember, I asked him, "Do you think sex is dirty?" and he replied, "Only if it's done right." That was two years ago, and we are still together, making love, not just having sex.

His Little Pony

Summer camp for a fourteen year old boy can get dull with all the arts and crafts stuff. But then I got interested in horseback riding and even more interested in Buck, who was really into horses and even more interested in horse cocks. I may not have qualified size-wise, but he sure liked it, especially when I draped him over a saddle with a set of reins. It was enough to frighten the horses in the stable, but they got used to it, too. My sessions with Buck made that whole summer worth while.

Sam's Story

Sam had been allowed to go on safari when he was twelve, and Jim was assigned to go along to carry the bags. Somehow Sam managed to arrange to share a sleeping bag with Jim and was able, by trickery, to arrange just about everything else, too. Jim pretended to be asleep even during the crucial minutes, but then turned the tables and taught Sam what it really means to be held safe and warm and happy. And they even managed it again the next morning!

Last of the Summer Boys

It was twelve-year-old Daniel who taught me how dangerous it is for men and boys who want each other, especially for us teachers. He looked so cold and forlorn all alone in the park that I had to bring him home. When he wanted to cuddle I couldn't resist, and then he wanted to go farther, much farther; "Please, sir, I want you to. . . do you think I'm dirty for wanting to do this?" I realised sometimes that I was losing control, but Dan knew how to get what he wanted. That was four years ago, and now Dan's got a steady boyfriend his own age and even his mother approves of me. All we have to do is find each other.

Tom and Jerry

Jerry's father Tom was young, only 32, but when Jerry happened on him sunbathing in the nude with an erection, he was unprepared for his sudden desires. He didn't know that his father's fantasies largely matched his own. Their relationship was awkward but later, when Jerry's friend Steve arrived and set things in motion with Tom, there was a certain inevitability to it all. Steve turned out o be kinky, preferring a salami at one point and, well, when Jerry witnessed some of this he was furious — not at his father but at Steve for trying to take his place. It was all too much psychologically for Tom, and eventually there was only one solution — well, I'll let you discover it.

The Good Old Summer Time

At age 14 I know I'm not supposed to get erections when I look at other boys, but I guess that's one reason I elected to spend the summer at my uncle's farm rather than go to camp that year. Another reason was my cousin Brad, two years older, who taught me all the things I wondered about; hay mows are good places for those kinds of sessions. Our sessions were interrupted by some bull-and-cow activities which left us panting to do much the same things. Brad's got what it takes, and he likes mine, too. It turned out not to be the long, lonely summer I had feared.

The Boy With Gooseberry Eyes

Kids weren't allowed on the island in the middle of the lake, which is basically why I had to go there on my raft. One day I was taking a nap there, alone and naked, and woke up to see a beautiful, equally-naked boy about my age looking down at me. I couldn't keep my hands off him and the feeling was mutual. When he said, "I want you deep in my body," I couldn't wait to get inside him. His kisses kept me going above all. But he had seemed to have some connection with the moon, somehow, and when it appeared, he left. I could never find him again, but I found someone who I think knew him, one time. . . His name was really Jerome.

The Housemaster's Openings

Jamie said his first time was with the Housemaster who taught him to play chess. They would practice openings while the Housemaster treated him to massages. Jamie was hoping for some special openings, and he didn't have to wait long. He knew the master wouldn't hurt him and that he would love ever minute of it. But when the pressure was relieved, everything returned to normal, even to a game of football on the spur of the moment. But it was his one and only experience with the Housemaster.

Out of Time

The bell in the Quad was tolling and I was hurrying along North Street when I first saw him. He was from Los Angeles and I had to attack him in class seminar, of course. He spoke to me without being introduced. Then he chose me as his mentor; how did he get inside my head? He was the devil and an angel simultaneously, bringing back repressed images of boyhood traumata. Then I felt his body close to mine, but darkness covered me. Finally, much later, I was in his arms and he was kissing me. The angels sang. I was home at last.