Kelly And Sylvan Pt. 2: The Skylight Of Love And Deceit
(The second occurrence in the Kelly and Sylvan series)
Its hard to run with an erection, Kelly thought as he ran towards the high school. He couldn't keep his penis down; his anticipation of future events was too erotic and distracting. He wasn't even thinking about where he was, just where he was going. It was midday, and the sun’s rays were blocked by the clouds. An entrancing, vibrant heat surrounded Kelly as his heels hit the ground, rushing forward towards his true love. Kelly had spent the whole night getting ready for this moment. He had rubbed lard ointment all over his body and he had applied a special cream to his penile man shaft made from the adrenal glands of an african opossum, that was known throughout the jungle for it’s loud sexual moaning. He could feel his supple flesh quiver tenderly, preserved within thin silk cloth as soft as a meadow's breeze.
The others were still inside. Cortez was gazing at the bears on the panties of the girl across the room from him. Hoax had his hand down his pants; he felt the leather spiked guarders on his thighs as he admired Sarah’s supple breasts. Though somewhat distracted in mind, by anticipation of what was soon to come, these boys continued on with the daily routine. Sylvan, however, could not. He’d had the chance to stare up Annie’s skirt all class long, but was far too distracted. All he could think about was Kelly’s voluptuous and firm warm womanhood, bathed in the non-dairy, hazelnut-flavored milk imitation product he had concealed in his back pack. How long? Twelve minutes. Sylvan didn’t think he could wait that long. He looked over, and noticed that Cortez no longer had his eyes fixed upon his idol, they seemed glazed over as Cortez looked at the skylight. Sylvan noticed Cortez’s penis filling with a rush of blood and elevating the fly on his pants. Sylvan felt not jealous, but rather was proud of his accomplishment.
Kelly was connected to Sylvan by an impenetrable bond of love. He trusted that Sylvan would understand his problem, after he experienced the extended life of the warm love juices that would flow forth from his opening. Kelly had become multi-orgasmic. Along with this, his perfectly round testicles, shaded with the colors of the midnight sunset, produced enough semen to carry on continuous flow for five minutes. Juniper had offered Kelly a pill to reduce the life of his flow, but he turned to her as he held her breast in his hand and said, “No Juniper, for much is my love for Sylvan's skill. Why not then, should my plump sensual obelisk of vigor be able to thank Sylvan’s skill as well?” Juniper had then removed her tender breast from Kelly’s hand and resigned to accept her lack of function as a chemist in a sexual society.