The time we spent together from then until the end of the school year was exactly as it should have been. Two people as close as friends could be and as intimate as their love would allow. The relationship had always been a strong one, but being freed from the usual bounds of male friendship, there was a deeper connection. We laughed together, talked and shared ourselves; we enjoyed our lives and our bodies. It felt like a dream that would never end.
When it did, it was the emotional equivalent of being hit by a car. The day began like any we shared during the last few months of school. The two of us lay side by side in my narrow single bed. I suppose we could have pushed our beds together at any point, but there were appearances to be kept up.
Being able to reach out and touch Kevin's body at any point during the night had its appeal, but we had decided early on that our involvement with each other was not to be a topic of public knowledge. We had never been closer and there was no need for outside acceptance to qualify our relationship. Everyone who needed to know was kept fully apprized. At least I thought we each knew everything.
"I'm going home for the summer" he said, almost as an afterthought while I lay on his bed and watched him get dressed. "And I don't think I will be back in the fall" he added. Right away I assumed he was kidding, he had biting sense of humor and could deliver any line so deadpan you would think he was serious. He sat down beside me on the bed and put his arm around my shoulders.
"It's true, I found out for sure yesterday but I've had an idea now for a week" he said.
I still didn't fully believe him and said so. I pressed him for details and as they unfolded I could tell Kevin was being sincere. We had each planned to stay in residence and had found jobs locally, over the summer. Year-round residents were given priority over seasonal applicants and we wanted to make sure we kept the same roommates, especially now. I doubted either of us would find someone so compatible.
A friend at another school had found a summer job with a large software company. This was an incredible opportunity for him and Kevin went to visit, to offer congratulations and revel in his good fortune. Kevin was also a computer major and soon found himself introduced to the department manager. The deal was all but sealed that day, but the manager was reluctant to lose Kevin during the school year and suggested he change schools. The manager had influence at the university there and within a week's time had pulled the necessary strings to facilitate the transfer.
"It's the chance of a lifetime Aaron, I couldn't turn it down and there was no sense telling you if it fell through" he offered weakly.
If the roles were reversed I might have been making the same plea but it still hurt that I had been left out of his entire decision. Then it hit me, what about us? There was no way I could follow him; I was going to be left behind! My marks were not stellar during the last half of the year and if I were lucky I would make it into second year by the skin of my teeth. No other school would accept my marks at par and I couldn't afford to repeat a year. Kevin knew this was my reality I could see it in his face. Exams were over already and people were starting to pack up to go home.
"Maybe it's better this way, I mean being with you all the time has been unbelievable..." he faded off and I started to finish his sentence.
"But?" He paused for a second and then answered.
"But one day I want a family, I want kids. The stuff we did has been intense and I don't regret it, but can you honestly say it was ever going to be permanent?"
I had been too busy enjoying the present to think much about the future. I realized then that Kevin's vision of the future did not include me in the role I had assumed. I was saddened but could see in an instant that there was no point in arguing the matter. His mind was made up and mine was spinning. There was only a few short days left.
Our last night together ended much as our first time together, with drunkenness and passion. When all of the bottles were emptied, Kevin collapsed on the floor and lay waiting for me. We each suspected this would be our last time together for a while, though no words were spoken on the subject
I undressed him slowly and deliberately, folding each piece of clothing and packing them all away into my drawers with the exception of his underwear. I gathered his feet together and lifted his knees towards his chest. With a beautiful view of Kevin's cock and ass I began licking his feet in earnest. I grabbed at his soles with my fingers and tickled them vigorously as I took his toes into my mouth. As his feet tensed and his toes wriggled I pressed my tongue into the spaces in between and licked all around.
Kevin lay there with his head back. While his legs were covered with hair, his abdomen was smooth and his chest had but a few stray hairs around his nipples. His long skinny fingers wetted from his own mouth, traced patterns there and raised the tissue on his chest to tiny points. When his feet became wrinkled and pink I focused my attention onto his hot stiff penis that was by then already glistening with moisture.
I sucked his cock well that night, taking him deep inside me, thrusting his head to the back of my throat then slowly raising my mouth so my lips slithered up his slender shaft. I took each of his testicles into my mouth individually and licked them thoroughly, then made a path with my tongue up the underside of his cock and felt his penis throb as I gently pressed my teeth against it.
I continued licking Kevin as I slowly straddled his body. My tongue had lingered slightly at his nipples and I alternated between them and his fingers as they intervened from time to time. When I finally arrived at his mouth our cocks were pressed together firmly. As we pushed ourselves closer together and he allowed my tongue further inside of his mouth I could feel the sweat from our bodies as it mixed together.
His hands grasped my back and held me closer as I felt his cock start to twitch and fill the spaces in between with his warmth. Having him cum while I lay on top of him was more intoxicating than anything else I had enjoyed that night. I wanted nothing more than to rest my face by his crotch and recover every drop of liquid he had spilled but Kevin had other ideas. He turned me over to my back and gently licked his own cum from my stomach and cock, then wiped the remainder from himself with his discarded underwear.
He neatly folded the white briefs and set them aside, knowing I would eventually reunite them with the rest of his clothing in my drawer. Kevin returned to me on the floor and placed his feet onto my chest, and dragged them downwards deliberately until they had entrapped my swollen cock. With his hands on his ankles, Kevin used the soles of his feet to stroke my penis.
I loved the feel of his soft feet against my dick as he pumped it vigorously. I shot cum all over his feet and hands and when I was through, Kevin straddled my chest with his legs and sucked my cock clean while I did the same for his feet. We slept together for the last time in my bed and in the morning we showered together discreetly but playfully. He left before noon and I hugged him before he stepped onto the train. He didn't turn back yet I stared at the place where he was until long after he was gone.
While we visited each other periodically over the next few years we were never intimate again. Our lives took us in different directions and in time, our contact became less frequent. Whenever we were together, it was never awkward and always positive, but there was an unspoken understanding that what once had been would be no more.
My next roommate discovered Kevin's clothes about a month after school started up again. Cory was notoriously bad about doing laundry and one weekend while I was away, he had rummaged through my drawers in search of something that fit and found them.
He was about the same size as Kevin or maybe a little smaller, so when he tried to return them to me I said he could keep them. He joked about finding the underwear too and told me he sometimes kept a towel under his mattress for when he masturbated in bed. I laughed with him and feigned embarrassment at the subject but that was the end of the discussion.
Sometimes at night I would hear Cory jerking himself off but I never had any inclination to join him or acknowledge his efforts, whether they were directed at me or not. I had other roommates over the years but there was never any attraction to them or to any other guy.
After Kevin left, my marks steadily improved and I eventually graduated. Kevin's married now and a success in the computer world. I doubt his wife could ever understand what we shared back then and there are days when I can't figure it out either. Maybe Kevin was right; it was a phase, a single attraction to one person that was so intense it demanded satisfaction.
It's been almost a decade now since that first night. Occasionally, I catch myself looking at a guy's smooth bare feet and I think of those times fondly. I haven't seen or talked with Kevin for over two years now and I guess that is for the better, for him at least. I often wonder what he thinks about on rainy evenings, when music plays just out of reach, but for now that door remains closed.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to send me words of encouragement. I did not anticipate this level of interest and I am truly flattered. The story that you just read is not true and the only place these events took place is in the confines of my imagination. Based on your positive responses I will continue writing other stories but will focus on new characters of fiction.
Chad Prescott.