Fraternity Memoirs

Fraternity Memoirs Part 22 - Last Night in Vermont

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Well, its been a while. Hope this note finds everyone well. I had some personal issues to take care of; it's why I have been absent. Though I still have some things to take care of, I am feeling better, and felt the desire to continue my story. For those of you who have waited patiently (and some of you not so patiently), thank you for staying with me. Those of you finding this story recently without the long sabbatical, I'm glad that you got a consistent pace and welcome you to a piece of me. With that said, let's continue the story... __________________________________________________________________

We parked Kevin's car inside the garage. As he put the car in park, he looked over at me and said, "In case Jackie drives by." I didn't say anything to him about it, assuming it was what he usually did with his car.

Walking into Kevin's house, we took off our jackets and hung them up. I took a seat on the couch to remove my boots. I'm not a big fan of shoes. Pretty much as soon as I walk into my house or dorm room, my shoes and socks are off. Back at school, Matt would find my socks all over the room, and it drove him crazy at times, ha ha. And during the summer, I'm all about bare feet and flops.

I pulled off my ski pants, leaving me in a pair of sweatpants that I was wearing under them. When I went to stand up, Kevin jumped from somewhere and tackled me onto the couch, pinning me down. I laughed at first, thinking this was typical roughhousing. But I should have known better with Kevin, as his mouth was quickly on mine. And almost just as quickly, he was pulling my shirt and sweater off in one grab. His lips were off of mine for a millisecond as the clothing came off, then back again when I was bare-chested.

It seemed that Kevin was burning up with lust and desire, as there was a raw intensity as he groped my body and kissed me deeply. His grip was strong and his fingernails dug into my skin a bit. The emotion overwhelmed me and I started pulling off his shirt, and sucked harder on his tongue in my mouth.

My dick went bone-hard when I felt Kevin's naked chest muscles against my own. The stubble of his chest hair growing in rubbed against my bare chest. Kevin must have slipped his ski pants off as well because I could feel his erection pressed against mine through the long johns he was wearing.

We sucked face, feeling each other up while bumping our crotches together for a few minutes. I was hornier than all hell, and Kevin must have been as well, as there was a fury behind our actions like never before. It kept building and building as we rubbed against each other, both of us becoming animals.

Kevin's hands worked their way down my back and slid into my underwear. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed tightly. He was sucking on the right side of my neck so hard that I was sure I was going to have a hickey. With his hard body pressed against mine, his hard shaft rubbing up and down my own, his tongue lapping, his mouth sucking, and his hands squeezing, my blood began to boil with desire and my breathing was short and loud. As much as I despised this, I fucking loved it.

And as quickly as the fury between us built up, it started to subside. Kevin's grinding against my dick began to slow down and he brought his lips off of my neck. Although I slowed my grinding up against him to a reduced pace, the pleasure my dick was feeling wouldn't allow me to completely stop.

Kevin brought his face to mine. He had an odd look on his face, almost like he was frustrated.

"What?" I asked. I was used to this happening with chicks, but not Kevin.

"Nothing," he breathed; he was out of breath. He was still on top of me. We were face to face, his lips just an inch or so away from mine, as we looked into each other's eyes. "We should slow this down a little, we have all night. If we kept going like that I was going to have to..." And he stopped and smiled at me.

"Have to what?" I inquired.

"Forget about it. I just got really worked up. We have all night. You want to hit the hot tub for awhile and relax? I haven't skied since Christmas Break, so my legs could use it."

"Yeah, I'd love to hit the hot tub some," I responded, bringing my grinding to a halt. Kevin released my ass cheeks and pulled his hands out from inside my sweatpants. I was slightly disappointed, but he was right, we did have all night. I wanted to know what he would have had to do, but let it pass.

"What do you want to drink?" Kevin said as he tweaked my left nipple and got up from on top of me. The house was well heated, but I felt cold when his skin was no longer against me.

"Whatever you're drinking is fine."

I sat up on the couch, and a minute later Kevin came over with a couple of Jack- and-Cokes. He always drank Jack. The only time I saw him drink anything else was during a pledge event when we had to drink whatever was given to us. I think I mentioned that Kevin wasn't a big drinker. Most parties and mixers he was sober. But this weekend he was really drinking up. As he took a seat next to me on the couch, I could see that his dick was still hard, and the gray longjohns he was wearing were damp with pre-cum right where his head was pressing against the material. I was still hard as well.

"Well, I need to call my parents and check in, let them know we haven't burned the house down. I left the heat in the hot tub on all day, so it should be nice and hot. The controls for the jets are right on the side by the stairs. Why don't you jump in, and I'll be down in, like, ten minutes."

"Works for me," I said, as I took a couple gulps of my drink.

And with that, Kevin walked up the stairs, leaving me alone. I realized how tired and sore I was myself. Kevin hadn't skied since Christmas, but I hadn't skied in a year, and it had knocked the shit out of me. I didn't feel like walking all the way upstairs to get my bathing suit. I knew Kevin wouldn't mind, so I decided to hit the hot tub nude.

I pulled my sweatpants and underwear off and made my way out to the hot tub, drink in hand. I froze my feet off as I pulled the cover off and turned the jets on full power. It felt amazing on my aching muscles. So I just relaxed, letting all the tension in my body go, the hot water bubbling all around me. I forgot to turn the music on, so all I could hear was the drone of the jets, the water shooting out and the bubbles surfacing. I threw back the rest of my drink, closed my eyes and zoned out as I waited for Kevin.

I must have zonked for a second because I was startled when I felt something hit my leg. I opened my eyes and saw that Kevin was sitting in the hot tub with me and realized that he was pushing me on my leg with his foot.

"You sleeping, Walsh?" he asked.

"Not really...maybe," I answered as my mind came back into focus.

"Too many drinks in the lodge?"

"Nah. I'm definitely buzzed, but not drunk," I replied, as I stretched and sat up a little. I was never really honest when somebody asked me that question. I guess I didn't like to admit that I was drunk, even though I was most of the time. And right now, I was feeling pretty drunk. I think it was the hot water that was making me feel more drunk than I actually was.

"Well, you better wake your ass up," Kevin said as he kicked me on the leg again.

"I'm awake, quit kicking me," I yelled at him and kicked him back.

"I made us a couple more Jack-and-Cokes," Kevin said as he grabbed his and took a gulp.

I reached over and grabbed mine, taking a sip. The taste of straight Jack flooded my taste buds.

"God damn Kevin, is there any Coke in this?" I coughed out, not expecting all that Jack.

Kevin just laughed at me. "A splash."

"Are you trying to get me wasted?"

"Well, a guy's about as straight as he can stand," Kevin responded.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just trying to take the edge off of you."

"Is this how you get so many fucking girls into your bed, by taking the edge off?" I asked sarcastically.

"A little alcohol never hurts. It will help you with your inhibitions."

"OK, Dr. Ruth," I answered sarcastically.

"So you ready for some fun tonight?" he asked after a short moment of silence between us.

"I guess so, yeah."

"Nervous?"

"Not really. Should I be?"

"No, just wanted to make sure that you were OK with everything."

"Yeah, I'm all right, I guess." I thought about it a moment, and then felt the need to say something to Kevin about my debate earlier in the lodge. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I kind of freaked out, up in the bar for a few minutes."

"About what?"

"Passing over a chance with Angela to come back here with you. That's like totally against the rules..."

"Well, as the saying goes, rules are meant to be broken."

"I guess, but still..."

"So why did you break them then?"

"I guess I thought that this would be easier...and..." and I couldn't finish my thought.

"And what?"

"I don't know. Let's just forget about it. I'm here and I'm not nervous about it."

"No, come on, tell me what you were going to say."

I thought a few seconds before I answered, trying to formulate what was going on in my head. I took another gulp of my drink; this time it wasn't as harsh. "I guess that I didn't want to...you know...disappoint you or anything like that."

"Naw, don't push this back on me bro. You decided to come back here. I told you that we could go back to her place if you wanted," Kevin said defensively.

"I know you did. I didn't mean it like that." I paused and thought about what I was trying to say. "I meant that...I wanted to do this...for you. I knew you were looking forward to it, and part of me was looking forward to it. I guess what I am trying to say is that it was more important for me that we came back here than me hooking up with some random chick. Does that make sense?"

"I think so, yeah."

It felt good to open up a little bit to Kevin. To actually let him know how I was feeling. Well, not exactly how I was feeling. I kind of glazed over what I really wanted to say. That in a way, I really wanted to be here with him because...

...If I can't even think it, how can I say it?

"Let's not talk about this anymore," I suggested.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, let's talk about something else."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Like what do you have planned for tonight? Cause I know you got something planned." I took another slug of my drink, drowning the thoughts that were trying to surface. I sat up some more and smiled, trying to pep up a little and get out of my thoughts.

Kevin laughed a little, probably because I was on to him.

"Nothing really planned. But I was thinking that we'd take it nice and slow, since we have all night. Maybe watch some porn, make some bets on pool. I want to really work ourselves up so that by the end of the night we are ready to fucking explode."

Knowing Kevin, as I was beginning to, I was sure he had more in his head that he wasn't sharing with me. But in a way, I liked not knowing, and his excitement was quickly rubbing off on me. Kevin was becoming quite animated and excited. I could tell that he was totally looking forward to this. Which was cool, because it assured me that I had made the right decision in coming back here with Kevin.

Kevin has this weird habit when he gets really excited that I had been slowly picking up on. I don't even know if he knows that he does it. Or maybe he does know, but I never let on that I knew. He reaches both hands behind his head, as if he was going to do a stomach crunch, and with his fingers, he scratches the back of his head and hair pretty vigorously, but only a couple of times. It's like a burst of energy that he has to let out. It's interesting, I guess you could say cute, and a good clue as to when he is really excited about something. It's hard not to laugh, but I always tried to keep it down so he didn't ask what I was laughing at.

"If you want to get your ass kicked in pool, I'm up for that," I teased.

"Yeah, right. I was taking it easy on you last night to keep the game interesting, Walsh. But now that there's something behind it, you'll be standing there with your tongue hanging out as I run you off the fucking table." The egotistical Kevin was back.

"You can talk all the shit you want to, Brother, 'cause that's all it is: bullshit. This is going to be fun, taking your money."

"We're not betting for money."

"What are we playing for, then?"

"You'll see."

"I thought you didn't have this all planned out..." I smiled.

"Well, I got some things planned out," Kevin smiled back. I knew he did. He'd probably been thinking this out all day.

"Now that we're talking about pool, I feel like getting out of here and playing some," I said to Kevin, anxious to get this going.

"Let's chill out for a few more minutes; I just got in," Kevin suggested.

"Trying to delay your impending loss?"

"Not at all. I just want to relax for a little while longer."

"Fine with me," I answered, leaning back and taking another drink.

We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. I looked up at the sky, amazed at the amount of stars. It was a beautifully clear night. On a clear night in Brooklyn, you couldn't see a quarter of the stars visible from here. I enjoyed looking up, just pondering the stars; I couldn't remember the last time that I had actually taken the time to notice them.

I kept feeling Kevin's eyes on me. I'd look at him, and he would avert his eyes to the sky. The silence wasn't awkward; in a strange way, it was almost comforting. Perhaps the anticipation of the evening drove us both to silence. When I'd look at Kevin, as he was looking up at the night sky, I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Was he being silent on purpose? It wasn't like Kevin to be silent.

While I was taking in the curves of the muscles of Kevin's shoulders, I noticed that Kevin was staring at me again. Our eyes met and we held the stare. He had strong eyes. It was as if he were looking right into my mind. No one had ever looked that deeply into me before, and it was kind of discomforting. I didn't like it. I had to break the silence.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, but not breaking the glare.

He waited another ten seconds before saying anything.

"I want you to trust me tonight."

"I will."

"Really trust me. I want to try some things and I want you to have fun. If there's something that you don't want to do, just let me know. But I want you to trust me and at least try it. Then if you don't like it, we'll stop. You cool with that? Will you trust me?"

The way he said it, the way he looked at me, sent a shiver though my body. I was immediately aware of the cold air that my upper body was exposed to outside of the hot water. I felt goose pimples on my arms and the back of my neck.

"Always trust a Brother," I answered. I probably should have been more nervous at what Kevin was asking of me, but I had finished the glass of mostly-Jack that he made for me, and by this point I was feeling no pain. And then there was that look, that sultry stare that no one could say "no" to.

"Good. I'm ready when you are," he said, finally looking away from me.

"Let's do it," I smiled.

We both stood up, the hot water rolling down our bodies, causing steam to rise off of us. Kevin had a huge tent in his bathing suit. Actually, I was surprised to see that Kevin was even wearing one. I looked down and my own naked cock was standing straight at attention.

Nothing overtly sexual was said in the hot tub. We hadn't even touched each other. But we were both hard as a rock in anticipation of the evening's activities. Come to think of it, I don't remember my dick ever going soft after messing around on the couch. Kevin just looked at me and smiled.

"I forgot towels," he said, looking around. "Hold on." Then he jumped out of the hot tub and ran into the house, leaving the sliding glass doors open.

Rather that getting back into the tub, I grabbed our glasses and ran into the house. I closed the doors, stood on the mat, put the glasses down, and waited for Kevin while water dripped off of me. His wet footprints could be seen in the rug, leading towards and up the stairs.

A few seconds later, Kevin was running down the stairs with a couple of towels. When he was close enough, he tossed me one. A few feet apart, we started toweling ourselves off, both of us eyeing up the other as we did.

"I think we should each take a shower before settling into the den," Kevin said as we both finished drying off.

"Why?" I asked as I dried my feet.

"What do you mean, 'why?' You like being dirty?" Kevin said as he nudged me a little and I almost fell as my balance was off.

"I'm not dirty, you dick," I said as I regained my balance after backpedaling a few steps.

"Look, already you are questioning me. Can't you just take a shower because I asked you to take a shower?"

"Fine, I'll take a fucking shower then. I just wanted to know what made you say it."

"I said it because your ass stinks," Kevin said as he made his way away from me and up the stairs.

Then from the landing up above, Kevin looked down at me and said, "Actually, I have a better idea. Let's shower together," and as he finished his sentence, his smile was ear to ear.

"Together?"

"Yeah, it's all about us tonight, so let's take a shower together."

"Umm...OK," I answered after a brief pause. I wasn't sure how I felt about showering with Kevin. It seemed pretty intimate. I'd never even taken a shower with a girl. Sure, I'd showered with guys before in a locker room or the dorms. But I had the feeling that showering with Kevin wasn't going to be like any shower I'd had in the dorms. Still, I did say I was going to trust him, and I was curious.

Without saying anything else, Kevin walked off the landing and out of my sight. I was still a little wet, but drying off before jumping into the shower seemed pointless. With towel still in hand, I slowly ascended the stairs, nervous and excited at the same time. I thought about doing a quick shot, but decided against it.

I assumed that Kevin would be in his parents' shower, since it was bigger than the rest of the showers in the house. When I was talking to Kevin while he was in it this morning, I noticed that it was a pretty big shower. It didn't have a tub; it was a stand-up shower. But it looked to be twice, maybe even three times, the size of any stand-up shower I'd seen. It was glass all the way around. The glass wasn't clear; it had a texture to it. You could see into the shower, but it was kind of distorted.

I walked into his parents' room and noticed that the condom wrappers were still on the floor. I made my way to the door of the bathroom, and Kevin was standing next to the shower door, naked and opening the outside box of a bar of soap. The shower was running and the bathroom was steaming up. My heart rate was getting faster. I wasn't sure if it was anxiety or anticipation; the alcohol was clouding my senses.

Kevin put the bar of soap on top of the counter. He turned around, facing the garbage pail, which was in the corner all the way across the room. Grinning, and holding the soap box up in his hand as if he were going to make a free-throw, he said, "If I make the shot, you wash me first. I miss the shot, I wash you first. Cool?"

I had to laugh a little. Kevin could make a game of everything, and I felt some of my tension relax. "Sure; there is no way you are making that shot."

Kevin jumped up, releasing the box from his right hand. I watched the box arc through the air, descend down, hit the right-side rim of the pail, and bounce off of it and hit the floor.

"Told ya," I said, as a look of disappointment came across Kevin's face. There was definitely a certain thrill that came from Kevin losing something.

He pulled the shower door open with his left hand, gesturing for me to enter with his right hand. I walked to the shower door. Before getting in, I took my towel, placed it over Kevin's head so he couldn't see, and stepped into the shower.

The first thing that I noticed was that I was getting hit by hot water from all directions. In each of the four corners, a pipe was running up to the top of the glass. And the pipe had little holes all along it that shot a spray/mist out into the shower. Then there were two wide showerheads coming out of the wall that sent water out like rain, I guess one for each parent. It was roomy as hell in the shower.

As I turned around, I saw that Kevin had stepped into the shower, soap in hand, and closed the door behind him. When Kevin closed the door, I again felt my heart beating harder, but I tried to fight back any nervousness.

"This is the coolest shower I have ever seen," I said, still in awe of it.

"Yeah. After building this house, I had my parents install me a shower just like it at home, but it only has one showerhead."

"That was nice of them."

"I guess," Kevin said as he moved under the showerhead to my left.

I watched as his hair flattened down and the water streamed down his hard body. I was looking at the back of him. His ass was round, but muscled, and smooth. He had just the faintest tan line from the trunks that he wore in the summer; the skin of his midsection pure white. It was a fine-looking ass, I thought, the kind you wished a chick had. Unfortunately, girls tended to carry a lot of their weight in their ass. I've never been a huge "ass guy" but I could certainly appreciate a nice-looking one.

My dick still hadn't gone soft, but looking at Kevin was turning me on like there was no tomorrow. There's something that the perfect male form does to me, has always done for me. Even in high school, I'd find myself looking at guys with awesome bodies. I thought it was just admiration, but I am guessing now that it was more. I don't remember sporting wood over guys in high school, but I guess I wasn't as in touch with my feelings back then.

I moved under my showerhead and got myself completely wet. Don't think about this too much, I told myself. Just go with the flow, relax, and have fun. I calmed myself, one arm leaning against the wall, eyes closed, as the water hit my head. Then I felt Kevin's hands on my shoulders; he had moved behind me. At first I tensed, having not expecting his touch. Relax, I urged myself. And I tried.

"So tense," Kevin said as he began kneading my shoulder muscles. Yeah, it felt good, his strong touch.

"Breathe in deep," Kevin instructed. And I did.

"Now breath out just as deep," and I did that too. As I did, Kevin massaged really deep. It hurt, but in a good way. I felt myself loosen up.

"Good. Again, breathe in deep, then out."

I repeated a few more times, Kevin continuing to massage deeply. After a few minutes, all the tension was out of my back. The problem--though I guess it wasn't a problem--was that the tension that was in my back was now in my dick, as I was rock hard.

"There you go," Kevin said as he removed his hands from my shoulder. "Much better," he said. And then I felt a good slap on my ass, the sound amplified in the shower. It didn't really sting too bad, the water streaming over my ass giving some protection.

I turned around to face Kevin, the spray of the water now on the back of my neck. Before I had a chance to say anything, he asked, "Ready for your cleaning, sir?" He was smiling. There was something erotic about him calling me "sir"; I liked it.

"I guess so," I answered, returning his smile and holding my arms up and out to my sides at shoulder height.

Kevin started rolling the soap in his palms, lathering it up. He looked over my body, which was a little embarrassing. I assumed he was contemplating where to begin. He lathered the soap in his hands for another fifteen seconds or so before stepping closer to me. Our dicks were just about the same height, and as he moved in, the length of his dick pressed right against mine, on my left side. He was as hard as I was and his dick felt like it was 150 degrees hot. I let a moan slip out; it felt good to have something touch my dick.

He brought his hands around my neck, all the way to the back, and I leaned my head forward as he did. His touch was amazing but he didn't linger long. Moving the soap to his right hand, he washed my left shoulder and arm, washing provocatively as he made his way down. My dick bounced with his, jumping on top of his erection. He took his free left hand and lifted my arm up toward the ceiling so he could wash the underside of it.

I'm kind of ticklish, and as he made his way up to my armpit, I kind of laughed and jumped back a little. But there wasn't much room to step back, and I was up against the wall. Kevin laughed with me, but he kept the bar of soap under my arm. I laughed more as he continued to tickle me.

"Quit it!" I yelled as I pushed his hand away, squirming in his hands.

"You're so fucking adorable," he said as pressed up against me against the wall. I felt my dick go under his balls and through his legs as his dick pushed up and between our stomachs. With his tongue hanging out of his open mouth, he brought his mouth to mine and we made out for a few seconds. As we did, he pushed up and down on the balls of his feet, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach.

But soon enough, he broke the kiss, stepping back and pulling me with him so that I was once again under the shower. He repeated the same on my right side. I was ready for his touch under my right arm, so this time I wasn't as ticklish. I giggled a bit, but didn't jump.

He took the time to lather the soap some more before bringing his hands to my upper chest. He slowly ran the soap over my whole chest with his right hand as he tweaked my nipples with the fingers of his left hand. I was like putty in his hands as he explored my chest.

"You like getting your nipples played with, huh?"

"Yeeeaaaaahhhhhh," I moaned as he pinched my left nipple.

"They're fucking hard," he said as he looked at them. I looked down, and sure enough they were pert as hell. He took one lick and a quick bite on my left nipple before moving down to my stomach.

"Your body is a lot harder since you started working out with Andy," Kevin commented.

"Thanks," I said. I took it as a huge compliment coming from somebody with a body like Kevin's.

I watched as Kevin got on his knees in front of me. He skipped my crotch area and lifted my right foot up. I leaned against the wall as he washed my foot. I started laughing again, but I'm not as ticklish in my feet as I am under my arms and the sides of my stomach. He put my right foot down and tapped my left foot. I lifted it up and he washed it as well.

Working his way up from my left ankle, he washed up my calves, over my knees, and midway to my thighs. He did the same on my right leg. There was only one place left on the front of me to wash, and I was eagerly anticipating it. As I said, my dick had been hard now for about an hour or so, and was aching for some real attention. I was beginning to breathe quickly just at the thought of what was about to come.

He washed all around my dick, soaping up my pubes and upper legs. The way he was taking his time to get to my dick was maddening, and I know he was doing it on purpose. But then he did it: After soaping up his right hand, he grasped my erection. He held onto it for a brief moment, squeezing, before bringing his hand up and down the length of my dick, all the way to the head and back to the base. I let out a load moan as my knees buckled, and I grabbed for the wall to hold me up. It felt fucking amazing.

Too quickly, his hand was off my dick. I looked down and he was once again lathering up his hands. I watched as the soap ran off my engorged dick. The head was fucking huge, loving the sensation it had just received. With his hands soaped up, he started washing my balls, squeezing my sack and balls in his right palm. With his left hand he started stroking my cock again. My legs buckled once more at the intense feeling, and I almost collapsed.

"Oh god, Kevin," was all I could say as I tried to support myself.

And with that, I felt Kevin take my dick into his mouth. He sucked almost 3/4 of it back on the first try. I put my other hand on the wall behind me, now needing all the support that I could get. He tugged on my balls with his left hand as he bobbed up and down on my dick.

When he had the whole of my dick in his mouth and down his throat, he paused there for a few seconds as I appreciated the heat and texture of his mouth on the skin of my dick. Then he slowly backed off my dick, his lips tight around it the whole time, before he sucked it all the way back in again.

After a couple of minutes, I was going to cum. I was extremely worked up. Sensing my dick getting thicker in his mouth, he came off my dick.

"Not yet," he said in a sultry voice as he looked up to me. "Remember, we're working ourselves up."

"OK," I responded, slightly disappointed, but knowing that it would only make my orgasm better when it did happen.

Kevin stood up. He leaned in close, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he filled his mouth up with water. He washed it around the inside of his mouth and then spit the water out on my chest. I didn't know what exactly to make of that.

"Time for your back; turn around," he said.

I turned around as asked. Kevin started washing my back, moving rather quickly. He washed the backs of my legs, which were a little ticklish. I wasn't really used to anyone touching the backs of my legs, so the sensation was kind of new. When he was done with my legs, he washed each of my ass cheeks, one side and then the other.

When Kevin's hands came off my left cheek, I thought I was done, and went to turn around. But he grabbed me in mid-turn. "Where are you going? We're not done yet," he said, and pushed me back around to where I just was so that my back was to him.

He pulled me away from the wall some. Wrapping his right arm around my waist and holding my lower half still, he pushed my back forward and closer to the wall, so I was bent at the waist.

"Now stay like that and put your hands on the wall," he ordered.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not sure I liked this position.

"I told you to trust me, so trust me," was his response.

Kevin had always made me feel good, so I trusted him. I put my hands up against the wall as he asked, so that my legs were standing straight up, but my back was bent to about a 30-degree angle from my waist, kind of like I was being searched by a cop.

I'm no fool. I knew what he was going to do. He was going to wash my ass. I was beginning to get a little nervous, but wanted to trust him. Hopefully he would just make it quick. He said in the hot tub that if I didn't like something, to let him know and he would stop. So if he took this too far, I would just tell him to stop. I breathed deeply, like I had earlier, and calmed myself down.

Kevin kneeled down behind me. I didn't like that I couldn't see what he was doing, though I have to admit that there was a certain trill that I felt at the same time. I felt his right hand grab my right ankle, and moved my foot out a little wider. He did the same with my left foot, so that I was standing a little wider than my shoulders. I felt my ass cheeks separate and I knew that my asshole had to visible. I stuck with it, but I was very self-conscious and uneasy about it.

With my legs in this position, I could see Kevin sitting back on his legs; he was visible from his knees up to about his bellybutton. His dick was standing straight up, at attention. Well, he certainly isn't going to get his dick up my ass from down there, I joked with myself. I was mostly joking, but I was concerned. There was no way he was going to fuck me. It wasn't even anything my mind was willing to consider. I was sure that Kevin didn't fuck guys; that would be totally gay.

I could hear the soap spinning in Kevin's hands as he lathered them up. I felt his hand under my balls, what I have now learned is called your taint. He rubbed his hand over my taint a few times. I could feel him massaging my swollen gland, which I guess was a part of my erection, like, inside my body. It actually felt really good. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.

"You OK?" I heard Kevin ask from behind me.

"Yeah, you almost done?"

"Almost," was his response.

The soap was being lathered up again, and I relaxed a little. He was almost done. Then he pulled on my left ass cheek, opening my crack wider. Oh jeez, I thought, and I felt my body stiffen a little.

His hand went into my crack and scrubbed in there a couple of times. At first I didn't like it. After all, there was another guy washing my ass, which is pretty disgusting. I was going to tell him to stop, but figured this was Kevin's night and he would probably be done in a minute. This way he would feel like he got what he wanted and wouldn't give me a difficult time later when it was time to cum.

But as I relaxed some, and he continued to run his hand through my crack, it actually started to feel kind of good. Not as good as a blow job or anything, but not bad. It kind of tingled and the slippier it got down there, the better it felt. I got a weird sense of pleasure whenever his hand would graze my sphincter.

When Kevin took his hand out, I was kind of torn. I was glad that he was done, but kind of missed it at the same time. I could hear the sound of the soap being lathered up again.

"Are you done?" I asked.

"Just a little more."

I could deal with just a little more, I guess.

"Did you take a dump today?" I heard him ask.

It was one of the most ridiculous questions I had ever been asked, and laughed at his question. Was he serious?

"Did I take a dump today?" I repeated his question, speaking to him from between my legs.

"Yeah."

Guess he was serious. "In fact I did," I answered with a laugh, "this morning." After a giggle and a pause, I finished, "Is that a good answer?"

Without getting too nasty, my dumps were always on a strict schedule. Which I guess is a good thing. One dump a day, sometime after my morning coffee, about an hour after I wake up. I always went before my first class (when I go to class) and before I take my shower. It's like clockwork, and it's good not to have to go when I am out at night. I always feel bad for the guys who have to take a dump in a bar or something when we are out. OK, yeah, I'm getting off the subject.

"Yup," Kevin said.

Instead of feeling his hand in my crack again, I felt his left arm come around my left side. I watched his hand search for my dick, and grab onto it when he found it. With his palm up and under my dick, his fingers wrapped around my shaft, he started jerking me off again. I wasn't ready for that, but was thoroughly pleased.

With no great speed, he worked his hand up and down my raging erection, teasing my head in his fist. He kept the same pace going, and I began to thrust my hips lightly so that I was fucking his hand at the same time. His movement was too slow to get me off, and my thrust helped it feel a little better. Still wasn't enough to get me cum too quickly, but after a few minutes I was sure to blow, if he let me.

As I started to get into the rhythm, my eyes shut as I enjoyed the feeling, I felt Kevin's other hand back in my crack. It disrupted the rhythm at first, getting used to his hand again. But I realized that it wasn't really his hand, it was just one finger funning up and down my crack. And judging by the length of it, it was most likely his middle finger.

With my dick getting stoked, the finger actually felt kind of good. I felt his finger curve up a bit, and with my slow thrusting, I was doing most of the moving over his finger. His finger would gently glide over my hole, but now that it was bent a little, I could actually feel it push in a little, then pull on the muscle as it slipped out.

Whatever it was, it felt pretty good. It sent a surge to my dick, which became even more sensitive in Kevin's hand. The drive of my dick was egging me on and the more Kevin played with my bud, the faster I wanted to thrust my dick.

Kevin's finger eventually stayed just at my hole, no longer sliding along my crack. I felt him push in a little, and a bit of his finger went up my ass. It didn't hurt; with all the soap it kind of just slipped right in. It felt a little strange at first, but as I continued to thrust, it felt better and better.

He started twirling his finger a little, stretching the muscle that keeps your ass closed. It felt oddly stimulating, so much so that I gave a bit of a whimper. My dick jumped, and felt some pre-jizz leak out of my dick.

"How's that feel, Johnny?"

"Feels pretty good, actually."

"You ever finger yourself when you jerk off?" he asked me.

I really wasn't listening to him. I was trying to focus on the pleasure I was feeling. But I answered him, "No."

"Dude, it feels so good. It makes you come like double and is so much more intense. Can you feel it in your dick?"

"Yeah I can," I answered wholeheartedly.

"Wait till you feel this," he said.

I felt him push his finger in a little further, and I moaned real loud and bit my bottom lip, as it felt a little invasive. I felt my ass squeeze tightly around his finger. But that didn't stop him. He pushed his finger the rest of the way in and I felt my cock surge.

I paused my thrusting for a few moments, trying to get used to his finger. Kevin picked up my slack, stroking my dick a little faster. It felt good and weird at the same time, and I tried to decide if I liked it or not. He began to slowly twist his finger; I sensed the thickness of his joint in the middle of his finger. He'd bend the joint a little, stretching my insides some. When I got used to it, my brain decided that yeah, this actually felt good. Real good, actually.

As he continued to play with my ass, I started with my thrusting again, trying to quicken up the pace to release my impending orgasm. I don't care what Kevin said; this was too good to hold back. I knew what we were doing was pretty gay, but at that moment I didn't care. I felt a million and one nerve endings in my ass that seemed to feed right to my dick and brain at the same time.

Kevin began fingering my ass, moving it in and out and wiggling it around. My eyes were still closed as I enjoyed every sensation that was shooting through my body. He twisted his finger a certain way, and it bumped against something. I felt my knees go weak but I didn't fall. My whole body jolted and was hit with the most incredible feeling.

"What the fuck was that?"

But he didn't answer me. It seemed that now that he found that spot, he concentrated on it. Poking and rubbing it, playing with it. My mind was going crazy, trying to register everything that I was feeling. But it couldn't keep up with me. It was just about the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt. I changed my opinion; this was better than any blowjob. It was like my dick was the most sensitive that it had ever been; it tickled and felt orgasmic at the same time. I was on my tippy-toes as Kevin spent a minute or so making my body spasm.

"Damn, look at your dick Walsh!" I head Kevin say.

I opened my eyes and looked at my dick. Not only was it the biggest and the fattest that I had ever seen it, but pre-cum was oozing out of my dick, and was hanging all the way from my dick-hole to the floor. Fuck, I'd never seen myself leak that much, ever.

I could see Kevin's face between my legs, looking up at my dick. He had the biggest grin going. I couldn't focus on his face; the pleasure was too much to let me concentrate on anything.

I felt Kevin grasp my dick tighter. He started jerking me off faster while fingering me more steadily. As my eyes started to roll to the back of my head, I hardly heard Kevin say, "I know I said "no cumming," but I got to see this fucker blow."

He pressed his finger up in my ass one more time, still jerking me off, applying constant pressure to that spot; and my dick just exploded. I couldn't even breathe. I took a deep gasp in as I just shot and shot. Saying I was moaning and groaning doesn't do it justice: I whimpered, lost in a hundred "Huhh Auuhh, Huuuhs," in a high pitched voice I wouldn't even recognize as my own.

I fell to my knees, my hands breaking most of my fall. Kevin's hand came off my dick, but his finger was still in my ass. I continued to blast cum. I felt Kevin's finger slide out and he pulled me back into his chest. My mind was Swiss cheese at this point. He reached around me and grabbed my dick, pulling it a couple of more times to squeeze out the last bit of cum. He had caused my whole body to convulse.

"Fuck," I heard Kevin repeating, as my mind slowly came into focus.

I began laughing uncontrollably as I tried to make sense of just what happened to me. I was still in Kevin's lap and against his chest, the water streaming down on top of us. I rubbed water out of my eyes as I tried to stop myself from laughing. Kevin had become used to this routine of mine, and was no longer put off by my laughter. Instead, he would just laugh along with me until I finally calmed down.

When I had calmed down, Kevin pointed at the wall. "Look at what you did before it all washes off the wall."

I focused my eyes on the wall. I had to blink my eyes a couple of times to make sure that I was seeing right. It couldn't have been all mine. There was cum all over the wall, slowly sliding down it. It made me start to laugh again.

"Your balls must be fucking empty," Kevin laughed. "Let me feel them," he said as he cupped my balls in his hands. "Jesus, they're about half the size they were a couple of minutes ago."

"What? Let me feel," I said as I pulled Kevin's hands off of them and felt them for myself. They were maybe a little smaller than usual, but not half the size.

"Get the fuck out of here," I said.

I was in such bliss from my orgasm that I loved just lying with my back into Kevin. It was the most comfortable I had ever felt with him, and I didn't want to move. The water was still coming down, but it was off to our right a little.

"So I'd venture to say that you enjoyed that," Kevin mocked.

"God," I said, taking a deep breath, still trying to get out of my orgasmic haze, "That's the understatement of the semester. What the fuck did you do to me."

"It was your prostate."

"My what?"

"Your prostate. Tell me you never heard of it before."

"Just, like, prostate cancer," I answered, looking up and behind me at Kevin's face.

"Well, I'll give you a lecture on the prostate another time, but for now, think of it kind of like the male G-Spot. "

"No shit. Whatever it is, I'm glad you found it."

"Yeah, well, I didn't plan on you coming this early. And after the amount you just unloaded, you probably won't be coming for a couple of days yet." We both laughed. "But when I saw how much you were leaking I just had to let you fucking shoot. I knew it was going to be intense for you."

"Intense is putting it lightly."

We sat there for another few seconds before Kevin said, "My turn."

And if he ever deserved a turn, it was certainly after that orgasm. I was spent, but had to return the favor. Kevin got up first, and then pulled me up by lifting me from under my arms. I was still drunk, I realized when I was on my feet again.

"Let me just rinse the jizz off my stomach and dick," I said as I stepped under the water. If I wasn't wrong, the water felt like it was getting colder. It was still warm, but not hot.

Kevin walked under the second showerhead. Just as I felt the temperature changing, I heard Kevin say, "Ah, fuck! The hot water is running out."

And it was getting colder quickly. I felt bad. A couple of months ago I probably would have been elated to not have to return the favor. And while sucking dick wasn't a favorite pastime of mine, I was really starting to get off in getting Kevin off. There was a thrill I felt when I made him cum. It was satisfying enough so that I actually kind of looked forward to it, especially when I was drinking.

"Don't worry, Kevin, I'll take care of you another way."

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyebrows raising and the left side of his mouth going into a half grin. It was a goofy look, but sexy nonetheless.

"Yup," I answered, as I turned off the faucets on my half of the shower. He followed my lead. We stepped out of the shower and dried off. Kevin looked really excited. I think he was so excited because I was actually taking the sexual lead for once.

"So what are you going to do?" he asked, looking like a little kid in a candy store. He was doing that excited scratch behind his head. I grinned.

"Just go lay down on the bed," I instructed.

Truth be told, I had no idea what I was going to do for him, or to say it better, what I was going to do TO him. I definitely needed another drink, and figured it would buy me some time. When I came out of the bathroom, Kevin was sprawled out on his parents' bed. He looked so eager. And in a way, I was proud of that. He didn't seem so eager when going with "lame-lay Jackie". But for me, he was always raring to go. Which gave me all the reason to come up with something good.

(This is a long chapter. If you are looking for a good place to take a break, maybe pick up the chapter tomorrow, this is a good place.)

"I'm just going to run down stairs and get us a couple of drinks; I'm dying of thirst. Jack and Coke?"

"That would be perfect," he said, lifting his head off of the pillow.

"I'll be right back."

I ran down the stairs, naked. A weird thought popped in my mind. Imagine if Jackie ever walked in on us. Did Kevin even lock the door? I walked to the front door, and no, it wasn't locked. What an idiot. I checked the door leading to the garage. Unlocked. Double idiot.

I knew the sliding glass doors weren't locked. That would be my fault, as I was the last one through those doors. Though I'm sure if Jackie came here and saw that the front doors were locked, she would assume that we weren't home and wouldn't check these doors. But whatever.

I grabbed the glasses we used earlier, which were by the back doors. I noticed my clothes were strewn all over the floor, which was pretty impolite of me. I put the empty glasses on the bar and went to pick up my dirty clothes. And as I picked up my socks, I had a good idea for Kevin. I thought it through for as minute. Yeah, he'd probably like that, I thought, and smiled to myself. First I'll drop off the drinks, then I'll get what I need.

I poured two Jack-and-Cokes, but I made Kevin's strong as hell and mine only medium-strong. I liked Kevin when we were alone and he got really drunk. In public, it could be hit or miss, depending on his ego. Not that he was drunk all that often, but still, there were times I could hardly stand to be next to him. But when we were alone, he was so much cooler and like a regular guy.

I brought the drinks up to Kevin, passed him his, and took a couple of swigs of my own. I told him that I would be right back. He was like, "come on already," but I said "one more minute." I ran into my room and picked out a clean pair of socks. Then I ran down stairs, grabbed a couple of items I spotted in the living room, and rummaged the fridge for a couple of things. I tossed them into a paper bag so Kevin wouldn't see what I had.

As I made my way into the bedroom, I said, "OK, ready." But Kevin wasn't in the bed anymore. I put the bag down next to the bed and looked in the bathroom. He wasn't there either.

"Kevin?" I yelled out.

"In the den," he yelled back.

What the fuck was he doing in the den? I walked into the den, and he was racking the pool table. He had put a pair of blue soccer shorts on, but was wearing nothing else. I was immediately conscious of my nudity.

"What are you doing? I'm ready," I asked. What happened to the excitement? I was exited to make Kevin feel as good as he made me feel, but now he's all about pool. Yeah, I was disappointed.

"We'll do that later. Right now I'm in the mood for some pool."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, trust me, I'm not going to forget that you owe me after what I did for you. I'll probably jerk off all week thinking about it. You too, I'm sure."

"All right, if you're sure. I'll just throw on a pair of shorts too."

"You don't have to, you won't be wearing them long..."

"No, I want to," I said, and made my way to the room I had slept in.

I had nothing to wear. The bathing suit was still damp from the night before and I wore my sweatpants skiing. Then I remembered this was Kevin's room, and looked through his drawers to find something to wear. I came upon a shorts drawer and threw on a pair of mesh blue shorts with our college's logo. I noticed that these were very much like the ones that Adam wears around (and no, I am not implying that these could be Adam's shorts). I threw them on and headed back into the den.

Kevin was by the TV and was holding up two video tapes, one in each hand. "Tape one or two?"

"What movies are they?"

"Tape one or two?" he repeated.

"I don't know, tape two."

I didn't know which hand was tape one or tape two, so for all I knew, he put the tape that he wanted into the VCR. Kevin was bent down in front of the TV looking for the remote when the picture on the screen came to life.

It took me a second to figure out what I was watching. It was a close up on a guy's ass. A girl's face was looking over the guy's ass and she was saying, 'Yeah, fuck his ass,' as another guy had his dick up the guy's ass and was fucking him. I was dumbfounded, no thought really registering. It was the first time I had ever seen two guys fucking.

Kevin looked up at the screen then scrambled to press the stop button on the VCR. And then the screen went black.

"Sorry, I thought it was rewound."

"What was that?" I asked, still confused. I mean, I knew what it was at that point, but I was kind of shocked. "A gay porn?"

"No, it's bisexual."

"And guys fuck in it?"

"Guys fuck girls too."

"I'm not sure I want to watch that movie, Kevin. Two guys fucking is a little homo, no?"

"I don't really watch those parts. That's why the video was stopped where it was. But I like watching three ways, two girls and a guy or two guys and a girl," he explained as he found the remote, aimed it at the VCR and pressed rewind. "And all the bi videos have two guys fucking, so you kind of have to deal with them."

"Was the other video bisexual too?"

"Yeah."

"Well, make sure you bring the remote over to fast forward through those parts."

"Go finish racking the table as I get this all set up," Kevin answered.

I made my way over to the table and did as Kevin asked. I thought about the movie. At least he didn't watch the parts where the guys fucked each other. I don't care what he would have said about it not being gay, if he had; two guys fucking was totally gay. And my mind flashed for a second to the one guy pushing his dick into the other guy's ass.

"So this is the tie-breaker from last night, right?" I asked aloud, trying to erase the image of what I had just saw out of my mind.

"Yup."

"Can I break?"

"Yeah, go ahead, you'll need the extra shot" Kevin answered. Asshole.

As I was chalking the tip of the stick, I heard the VCR stop. I jumped at the sound. Yeah, I was a little nervous about watching this tape. From the corner of my eye, I saw the picture start fuzzy, go black and then the FBI warning come on.

Kevin was now back at the pool table. Though I was slightly curious, I told myself that I would try and watch as little of the movie as possible. Lining up the cue ball and rubbing the stick through my fingers a few times, I broke the balls. It was a pretty good break, knocking a high and a low ball in different pockets. Open table.

"So what's the wager?" I asked Kevin.

"Well, let's see...you already owe me whatever I want from the bet you lost last night..."

"Fuck that. That wasn't a fair bet and you know it. That bet is void."

"Void? Don't be a snake, Bro."

"Dude, I ain't no fucking snake. You set me up."

"Then let's forget this game. Why would I ever trust you on a bet again if you aren't going pay up?"

"Don't be an asshole. You know that wasn't a fair bet. You tricked me and if we asked anyone, they would side with me."

"Fine, be a snake."

"Whatever...we'll settle that later. Do you want to play or not?"

"Well, since you don't honor your bets, we'll have to make the payback immediate. How about a game of truth-or-dare pool."

"What's that?"

"Standard pool rules. You sink a ball, you get to ask me truth or dare. Then it's just like the regular truth or dare game. You shoot again. You get to keep asking till you miss your shot. Then I go, and if I get a ball in, I ask truth or dare."

"So what if I sink two balls, do I get two questions?"

"Yeah, but that shot doesn't count cause you sunk one of each ball."

I was listening as Kevin spoke, but my eyes were on the TV. I had missed the opening credits and it was into the first scene. A guy and a girl were in bed together. She was giving the guy head when the doorbell rang. For whatever reason the girl decided to stop the blowjob and answer the door, naked of course. It was a UPS guy. Something happened, one thing led to another, and all of a sudden the girl was on her knees in front of the delivery guy opening his zipper. Porn is so fucking cheezy.

It was then that Kevin finished his explanation and I focused back on the game.

"All right, that sounds cool." I moved around the table, eyeing up what to go for next. "You play this game before, or just think it up?"

"No, I played it before."

"With who, Jackie?"

"Amongst others."

"Who else?"

"Would just take your fucking shot already? What difference does it make? I'm going to freshen up our drinks," Kevin said as he grabbed my half-empty drink.

"Not as strong this time," I said. I had a better table with the low balls. I took my shot and hit the three ball in the center pocket.

"Truth or dare?"

Kevin approached the table with the drinks, checking out the pockets till he found that I had sunk one.

"Truth."

I had no idea what to ask. I was hoping more for a dare. I thought about it for a minute. There was something that I was curious about..."How many guys have you fooled around with?"

"Oh god, I don't know," and he paused as if he were counting. I wasn't expecting more than a couple, but he took a good minute trying to count.

"Twenty; maybe twenty-five," he answered.

"What? Twenty-five guys?"

"Around, yeah. You want an exact count?"

This was really surprising to me. No, not surprising; it was shocking. I was floored. I think my jaw was literally hanging to the floor. "Damn, Kevin, I thought you were going to say a couple, maybe a few. But twenty-five guys..."

"It's not like I did what we just did in the shower with twenty-five guys. Some of it was just jerking off together and shit."

Then I thought further: "Anyone I know?"

"Dude, we're not playing Twenty Questions; you get one question. Shoot again if you want to ask another one." He was grinning like mad.

"Fucker," I answered him. I stepped up to the table and shot another low ball in.

"Anyone I know?" I asked again.

"You didn't ask 'truth or dare,'" Kevin smirked.

"Truth or dare?" I asked with a huff.

"Dare."

"You're such a dick. You'll pay for that," I joked as I pointed him out. I tried to think of a dare. I took a sip of my drink as I thought of something. It was strong as hell. "What the fuck, I said not so strong."

"Drink while you think," he said.

Egotistical Kevin was in effect. I didn't want to start too harshly, knowing that Kevin would eventually take control of the table, though. I guessed, I could always say "truth." I took a long gulp of my drink as I tried to think up a dare.

"I dare you to finish your drink," I said. Stupid, I know, but I wanted to see how the game was going to go.

"Lame. Who's trying to get who drunk now?" Kevin asked as he sucked his drink back. I watched as his Adam's Apple moved up and down as he chugged. As he drank it back, I thought, I bet he's got all Coke in that glass and no Jack. It was just a hunch. But the glass was now empty, and there would be no way I'd ever know. His face made a grimace as he was done, but still. I'd have to watch him when he poured a new drink.

As I waited for him, I took another glance at the TV. Somehow the UPS guy was now in bed with the two of them. The one guy was blowing the UPS guy and the girl was blowing the other. The actors, if you could call them that, were OK- looking. But what they were doing was pretty hot. I liked the mix with the girl in there. From what I could tell, the guy was doing a much better job of giving head than the girl was. My dick started to rise from watching the video.

My eyes kept going back and forth between Kevin at the bar and the TV. Sure enough, he poured a hefty helping of Jack and some Coke. Maybe he wasn't playing me. Maybe he knew I was watching him.

When he came over to the pool table, he gave a really loud belch, and was quite proud of himself. I made my third shot, but left a really bad leave for my next shot.

"Just running the table," I bragged to Kevin. "Truth or dare?"

"I'll give you a truth." Kevin nodded.

"You ever hooked up with anyone I know?" I repeated my question from earlier.

"I don't know who you know," Kevin teased.

"Anyone from the Fraternity?"

"No."

"Honestly?"

"I wouldn't lie to you."

I don't know that I believed that, but I wasn't going to say so. "Well, that was a waste of a question."

"Well, lets see," he said as he thought about it. "Do you know Greg White?"

"I don't think so, who is that?"

"He's a Phi Tau, a sophomore."

"No, I don't know him."

"You'd know if you saw him. Tall guy, broad, brown hair, preppy, hot as balls. I'll point him out next time in the student center."

Sitting around talking about hot guys was new to me. I'm not sure that I liked it. But as Kevin described this Greg White, my mind had no problem imagining some brown-haired guy who was "hot as balls".

"Then no, I haven't hooked up with anyone you know." After a pause, he added, "Actually, there is one person that you know..."

"Who?"

"Well, it was one of the guys you met on the mountain today."

And it all made sense. "The guy that we skied with? Jason?"

"Yeah."

"He was fucking staring at me all day."

"Yeah, he was a little jealous."

"He said something? Did you tell him?"

"No, I didn't tell him anything. He just assumed, but he assumes every time that I hang around with a guy."

"So what, you guys fool around with each other?"

"Yeah, he was the first guy that I messed around with. Since like eighth grade."

"You guys still mess around?" I have to admit, I felt a twinge of jealousy. Was he messing around with this guy all Christmas Break?

"Nah, not really. We only see each other up here, and Jackie is usually around."

"When was the last time you two hooked up?"

"That's like five questions, Walsh; lets move the game along so I can play."

I wanted to ask more, but honored the rules. As I said, I didn't have a shot. I tried to bank one but missed.

"Time to get this game going," Kevin said as he picked up a stick, walking around and assessing the table. As he walked towards me, he pushed me out of his way. He was being playful, so I playfully pushed him on the back as he kept on walking.

From my assessment of Kevin's table, he had one definite shot, maybe a second, depending on his leave. I couldn't tell any further than that. He went for the easy shot and made it.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I took the easy way out.

"What we did in the shower today, you liked it?" He looked up at my face as he asked.

Not what I was expecting at all. To you it might seem an easy question to answer. Like, duh, of course I liked it. I'd never cum so hard in my life. But to actually talk about it, now a half-hour later, wasn't so easy. I had to admit to myself that, yeah, Kevin, I liked you fingering my ass as you jerked me off. But enjoying it is one thing; verbalizing it is another. Still, I didn't want to play it down to Kevin; I knew he was wanting a definitive yes.

Not making eye contact, but looking at him, I said, "Yeah, I did."

"Would you do it again?"

I thought about giving the same answer he gave me: "This isn't Twenty Questions;" but he had let a few questions go before he said that; and this really wasn't about the game. Would I do it again? My dick went hard trying to recapture the sensations he gave me. I couldn't quite grasp the intensity, but even half of it was enough. Yeah, you'd do it again, I thought; who are you kidding? Go with your feelings, say it.

"Definitely," I said, bringing my eyes to Kevin's.

"Good fucking answer," he said, and moved up to the table. He made his second shot easily and asked, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Let's see, what do I want to know about Brother Walsh..." he asked as he scratched his chin, looking up at the ceiling. "What's your biggest fantasy that you have never had fulfilled?"

"Well," I said, pointing at the TV, "That's always been my biggest fantasy: A threesome." The positions had changed some on the video. The UPS guy was now eating the chick out while the other guy swallowed the UPS guy's dick.

"You had a threesome, with Adam."

"Not with two guys, with two girls."

"You've never been with two chicks before?"

"Nope. Jerked off a zillion times thinking about these two girls in high school, but never the real deal," I joked. "Have you?"

"A few times. It's fucking hot, bro. We'll have to set you up some time. Maybe make it a foursome."

"Would a foursome technically be considered an orgy?"

"I guess, yeah." Kevin seemed to think about it for a minute before he took his next shot, which he made. I was impressed. He left himself a decent next shot too.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I answered again.

He shook his head in annoyance, probably because he wanted me to give him a dare. I think I caught him off-guard, as he was taking some time coming up with a question. I gave him a few seconds, but then said, "Drink while you think."

He lifted his drink to his mouth, but before he took a sip, I saw a light bulb go on and he lowered his drink. His smile was back. "If given the opportunity, would you mess around with Adam?"

"Adam?" I asked. As if there were another Adam that we both knew...

"Yeah, your Big."

I felt my face go red. Did I really want to answer this one? No, I didn't. "I've never thought of Adam that way," I lied.

"Bullshit! I see the way you look at him at times. It's a look like you want to dive into his pants."

"What!?! Get the fuck out of here," I said, not wanting to accept that it was that obvious. "Yeah, I stared, but I wouldn't say I wanted to dive into his pants."

"Whatever, man. You can tell me. I think he's a total stud."

Kevin was attracted to Adam? This was too weird to talk about, yet...

"I don't know. I guess I've thought about it. I doubt that it would ever happen, but if I was given the opportunity," and I paused as I really thought it through. "No, I don't think that I would. Not that part of me wouldn't want to, but no, I don't think that I would. It would be too weird."

"Really?"

"Yeah really." I could have said more, but left it at that. "It's your shot."

He didn't press me any further. Kevin took his fourth shot, which looked pretty impossible to me. But damn if he didn't make it. I guess he wasn't boasting when he said he was taking it easy on me last night. He never seemed to disappoint me. Mental note: When playing pool for money, team with Kevin.

"Look at that fucking shot, Walsh," he said rubbing it in. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Come on Walsh, give me a dare. This is getting old."

"I'm afraid to give you a dare. God only knows what you will dare me to do."

"This sucks, I'm going to go to bed," he said as he leaned the pool stick against the table.

"Alright, fine, dare." I knew he really wasn't going to go to bed. And I actually wanted a dare; I just needed the egging on.

Kevin looked at the table. It was good to him so far, but his luck was just about out. He had no clear shot. The eight ball blocked the only real shot that he had a chance of making.

"So we're even, how about you finish your drink?"

"Lame," I repeated Kevin's response to my dare. I brought the glass to my lips and started swallowing it back. It was pretty harsh, the sweet alcohol taste of Jack going down my throat. But I kept going till the glass was empty. When I was done, I held the glass out to Kevin. Two could play his cocky game.

"Yeah right. I might suck your dick Bro, but I'm not your bitch. Get yourself a drink," He said it with so much attitude, it made me laugh. Truth be told, I was glad to be making my own drink. I grabbed his drink as well, and made my way over to the bar.

I looked at the TV. The UPS guy was now fucking the girl doggie-style as she blew the other guy. It reminded me a lot of what happened with Adam and me and the hooker. I could see why Kevin liked watching these bi movies. It had a little bit of both worlds.

Back at the table I watched Kevin attempt a difficult shot. He almost made it too, but he missed. It was an impossible shot, but he still looked annoyed at himself. "Damn, your shot."

He left me with an easy shot in the far corner pocket. But the ball was right at the pocket, virtually blocking it. I decided to leave the ball there as defense and try another shot. Leaning over the table and trying to line up the shot, I could feel that my balance was truly off. I tend to get better at pool the more I drink. Don't know why, but I do. But I also hit a point with too many drinks where my game sinks, and quickly. I was approaching that point, so I had better get this game over soon or else there was a good chance Kevin was going to win.

With some serious concentration and focus, I lined up my shot and with the perfect touch, and sank it. We were now tied, each of us with two balls left on the table, plus the eight ball.

"Nice shot," Kevin complimented.

"Thanks. Truth or dare?"

"I'm ready to take this game to the next level. What do you say to only dares for the last two balls of the game?"

"Umm, sure, why not." The next level, huh? How daring did the dares have to be? I had been trying to think of my next dare to ask Kevin for awhile now. The only thing I could think of was getting him naked. But was that the next level? By Kevin's standards, I doubted it.

Should I make it sexual? Should I make it stupid? Demeaning? Before he had the chance to tell me, I starting slowly pulling at my drink while I thought of something to ask. I was getting pretty close to finishing my drink, and I couldn't think of anything to dare him. I had a few ideas, but I couldn't be that bold.

Not wanting to drink my whole glass back, I blurted out, "I dare you to kiss my feet."

"Is that the best you got, Walsh?" he chuckled.

"I couldn't think of anything. I felt this pressure to come up with something creative."

"Sucking your toes would have been a little better."

"All right then, I dare you to suck on my toes."

"You got a foot-fetish there, Brother Walsh?"

"No," I answered defensively. I really don't have a foot fetish. I've never looked at feet as being the slightest bit sexual. I was going with a demeaning dare. If I were playing this game with, say, Matt or Adam. I never would have asked them to kiss my feet. But with Kevin, it seemed kind of like something he deserved.

"Then come over here and I'll suck your toes," he said. He was standing on the opposite side of the table than I was. I didn't like that he wanted me to come over there, like he was in charge. This was my dare.

"No, you come over here," I countered.

Without arguing, Kevin made his way around the table. He put his stick against the table, and approached me so that he was real close to me. There was an air of egotism as he approached me. It was cocky, but I liked it. He acted just the opposite I had imagined somebody would when they had to suck my toes.

Instead of kneeling down to kiss my feet, he grabbed for my waist. He held his hands on my hips for a few seconds before he hooked his thumbs under the band of the shorts I was wearing and pulled them down to the floor. I wasn't expecting this. Out of instinct, if a guy "pants-es" you, you reached down to pick them up. That's what I did. "What the fuck?" I asked, thinking Kevin was being an idiot.

"No, leave them off," he said as he grabbed my wrist and stopped my reach.

"Take yours off then," I suggested.

In a quick motion, Kevin slipped his shorts off and kicked them out from under him. Both of our dicks were hard, mine from the movie and Kevin's from, well, I don't know. I guess he was just hard.

He pushed me back against the pool table. He tried pulling me up. He wasn't attempting to actually lift me, but he was signaling that I should sit on the ledge of the pool table.

I did as he asked, propping myself up on the edge, with my feet dangling a couple of feet from the floor. He placed one hand on each of my knees. He moved his face close to mine, and I moved my face to his. Opening our mouths, we locked lips and twirled tongues for a few seconds. He broke the kiss as he kneeled down in front of me. He ran his hands down the back of my legs as he descended. When he was on his knees, he wrapped his hands around my ankles.

"Let me check for foot cheese before sticking these dogs in my mouth," Kevin laughed, but he did inspect my feet.

He let go of my left foot and took my right foot in both of his hands. He pushed my four small toes down so that my big toe was the only one sticking out. He opened his mouth and took the toe into his mouth. He bit down at the joint and scraped his teeth along my skin and nail all the way to the end. It tickled, but in a good way. I could feel his hot breath as he exhaled.

He took it into his mouth again, this time bringing his lips around my toe, and lipped his way down. He sucked it back in this time, and when he had it all in his mouth, he swirled he tongue around it a few times. He was now supporting my foot with one hand, holding me at my heel with his left hand. With his other hand, he massaged the calf of my right leg, intermittently playing and pulling on my leg hairs there.

I've got to tell you, it was pretty erotic. It was strange, but still felt good, him sucking on my toe and playing with the hairs on my leg. He did the same with my other toes, running his tongue between them, which felt nice. Then he switched feet and did the same thing all over again. I looked down at him from over his head. The way he was sucking on my toes, it wasn't demeaning at all. He had turned it into a sexual act of pleasure.

When he was done with his dare, he gently kissed the top of each of my feet. He could be so caring when he wanted to be; something touched me when he kissed them. He stood back up and put his hands on my knees again.

Looking down at my now fully erect dick, "Looks like you enjoyed that."

"It was OK," I teased, "I've had better." I checked out his package, and he seemed more rigid than he was before as well. "From the look of your dick, it appears that you liked it as well," I said as I nodded towards his crotch.

"It was OK, I've had better," he repeated my words with a smug grin. Again, he touched me with his playfulness. See, this was the drunk Kevin that I liked.

I gave him a chuckle and hopped off the table. It was my turn to shoot again. I went to grab my shorts, but Kevin pulled them away with is foot before I had the chance to grab them.

"Let's stay the way we are," he suggested.

"Fine." I picked up my pool stick and again checked out what was going on with the porn. My eyes were only there briefly. They must have been playing musical fucking, because the positions were all changed again. This time, the one guy was fucking the chick, still doggie style, but the UPS guy was kneeling up behind the other guy, fucking him in the ass. It wasn't a close up, so I couldn't see any actual penetration.

I moved my eyes to Kevin, who was also watching the video. There he was, standing there naked, dick standing straight out and eyes on the TV. But he didn't stare long.

"You gonna fast forward this part?" I asked him, his eyes on me.

"I forgot the remote over there. This scene will be done in a minute, we'll just play through."

I couldn't help but take one more quick glance before taking my shot. It had to hurt, getting fucked. I wanted to see the face of the guy getting fucked. Could he really like it? There was no face shot, just a close up of the UPS guy's dick sliding in and out of the other guy's ass. Oh, nasty, I thought, and I looked away.

My leave was on the same side of the table as the ball that was sitting right in front of the far corner pocket. The other ball was all the way down, pressed against the bumper in just about the middle of the table.

I suck at long shots, but even if I went for the easy shot, my leave would still be on the far end of the table. And though I wanted to win, I didn't want to give the next dare. So I decided to go for the more difficult shot, hoping that luck would be with me, and then I would be OK with having to give the next dare.

I hit the cue ball hard, hoping to bring the far ball back to this end of the table, sinking it in the left corner pocket. I watched as the ball came back in the path I wanted it to. But the angle was off, and hit the bumper right before the hole. I left myself with two easy shots, should I get to go again.

"Close, but no cigar," Kevin said, as he stepped up to the table. His dick had gone down some. He looked sexy as hell standing there: Great body; his pubic hair was surprisingly dark, compared to the blondness of the hair on his head, which was kind of disheveled and in every direction since we didn't comb our hair after getting out of the shower.

His two remaining balls were on the same side as the cue ball, which made it a little easier for him. One of his balls was pressed up right against the eight ball. The other was in the center of the table and not a difficult shot for Kevin at all. It was almost directly lined up with the far center pocket.

He had to take his shot from the side of the table that I was standing on. As he walked past me, he grabbed my dick for a second, sending a fresh flood of blood to it.

He kicked his one leg back and supported most of his weight on his front foot as he leaned into his shot. I had a clear view of his ass, which was muscled but a little full at the same time. I told you had a nice ass earlier, so I won't go into it again. He had a bit of a dimple on his right cheek, but not his left. And as he leaned in, I could see a bit more of his crack.

I had seen Adam's ass before, the night with the hooker. I remember being amazed at the amount of hair that Adam had between his cheeks. Kevin had some dark hairs in his crack, but not nearly as much as Adam did. They were darker than Adam's, though, so they kind of stood out a little more.

I wondered how hairy the crack of my ass was. I could sense some back there when Kevin was washing my ass in the shower, the hairs acting as feelers and sending sensations to my mind. I've never seen the crack of my own ass before and hoped that it wasn't too hairy. I might have to take a look at some point in the future.

The sound of a ball falling into a pocket brought me out of my thoughts.

"Ready for your dare?" Kevin asked as he turned around.

I guzzled the last half of my drink. Kevin wanted the next stage and I was preparing myself for it. I definitely felt drunk enough to could handle whatever he was about to dare me to do.

"Go for it."

Kevin seemed to be thinking pretty hard. "You know, I think I forgot to mention something about the rules earlier," he said.

Oh boy, here he goes. If he only knew how well I was starting to figure him out. "And what rule would that be?" I asked.

"Who ever gets the eight ball in gets the last dare."

That was the rule? I had already kind of assumed that the eight ball would count as the final dare.

"Well duhh."

"OK, just wanted to make sure that you knew that when I get the final dare."

"Or I get the final dare."

"Yeah, that's going to happen," Kevin replied as he rolled his eyes.

"So what's your dare?"

"Since I get two more," he said, again assuming that he was the last dare, "I'll go a little easy on you this time. I dare you to let me give you a hickey."

"You wanna give me a hickey? Why?"

"I think hickeys look super-sexy on a guy's neck; it really turns me on. And I like giving them."

He was letting me off pretty easy, so I let him give me a hickey. He walked up to me and checked out both sides of my neck. He decided on the right side, and pulled me up against his naked body. Our pectorals pressed together, nipple to nipple. Both of our dicks slipped up between our stomachs. The heat our bodies were emanating was amazing. I threw my hands over Kevin's shoulders as he leaned into my neck and pushed my head aside a little.

"I vant to szuck your blud," he said in a really bad Dracula accent, while baring his teeth. I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

He first bit my skin a little, then quickly replaced his teeth with his lips and started sucking real hard. He lightly nibbled on the skin that was covered with his mouth as he continued to suck. He lapped his tongue around my skin as well.

The way I was standing, I was looking at the TV. The girl was now out of the mix. The one guy was now in the doggie-style position and the UPS man was fucking him. The UPS guy was grabbing onto the other guy's shoulders as he rammed the hell out of him. I could hear skin smacking against skin. I closed my eyes as Kevin continued to suck.

I still heard the sound of the skin smacking, and it seemed faster and faster. I couldn't help myself, I was the slightest bit inquisitive, and I opened my eyes to get a quick peek. The camera was now on the face of the guy getting fucked, and it wasn't a painful face at all. He looked like he was loving it. His mouth was open and was moaning like mad. The camera didn't stay on his face long, and went back to the fucking.

I closed my eyes again. The fucking scene hit me a certain way. Maybe it was just my dick between our stomachs, but a horny feeling hit me. It wasn't the actual fucking; it was the guy's face. He looked like he was in ecstasy.

Kevin was breathing deeply through his nose, re-spelling his air as he continued to suck. After a minute or so, he was still sucking strong, and it began to hurt some. "Come on, you done yet?" I said as I started pulling my neck away from his mouth. His mouth made a loud sucking sound as his lips left my neck.

As we separated our bodies, I brought my hand up to my neck wipe any spit away that he had left there. My skin was sore as my hand moved over where he had just been sucking. And it was pretty wet, too.

"How is it, bad?" I asked as I showed him my neck.

"Not at all, it could use a little touch up," he said as he tried to lean back in to my neck.

I held him back with my hand pressed against his chest and said, "No, it's your fault if you didn't do it enough."

I felt something a little warm and wet on my stomach and I looked down to see what it was. There was a slimy streak on my stomach which I could tell was someone's pre-jizz. I looked at the tip of my hard dick and it was all wet. It had to be the pressure between our stomachs. It couldn't have been the video...

Kevin had his pool stick back in hand and was studying his last ball, which was pressed up right against the eight ball. I walked next to him and evaluated what was going to happen. If Kevin missed his shot, I had two pretty easy shots, leaving me with just the eight ball to win. This was "make or break" for Kevin.

"As long as I hit my ball first, and it goes in, it's a fair shot, right?" Kevin asked me.

I've played lots of pool in my life, but was never one to grasp all the rules and regulations. There was something about "Kiss" shots and having to call it. But I had no idea how it related to the eight ball. But it seemed fair enough to me.

"I guess, as long as you don't hit the eight ball in too."

Kevin was checking angles and trying to line up his best shot. I don't know why he was spending so much time on it; there wasn't a chance he was going to make it. The angle was all wrong. The best hope that he had was to knock the two balls away from each other and hope that I was going to miss the eight ball. But as I thought it through, I realized that his best strategy was to actually leave the eight ball pressed against his ball, so I'd have no shot on the eight ball at all.

Kevin took his shot, and as I predicted, missed. "Shit!" he yelled, and slapped his hand against the wooden ledge. At least he broke the balls apart. The eight ball was now an inch or so away from one of the long bumpers and his ball was loser to the corner pocket, but not blocking it.

"Dum, da, dum, dum," I said as I approached the cue ball. I was more than half the table away from my balls. And I said, I hated long shots. As I prepped my shot, I felt a little nervous and felt a lot of pressure on myself to make the shot. I was drunk and nervous, and knowing that I wasn't good at these shots wasn't helping. I stepped back and shook it off a little.

Feeling a little more calm, I took my shot. I probably hit the ball a little harder than I should have, but I wanted to make sure that I had enough power to cover all that green. It seemed in line and we were both silent as we watched the shot complete.

"Yes!" I said as I watched my ball fall into the pocket. But I followed up quickly with a "No, no, no, no, no," as the cue ball continued to roll and fall into the pocket as well.

"Damn!"

"You suck, Walsh," Kevin laughed as he reached into the pocket to pull out the cue ball.

"I knew I hit it too hard."

"Get ready to lose," he said as he put the cue ball on the spot where you broke from. He was shooting down towards his ball, and with his skills, I didn't hold onto much hope.

"It's not over yet," I said, not letting Kevin know that I didn't much believe that.

Kevin nailed the cue ball, and it rocketed into the right side of his remaining ball, which in turn shot off to the left and into the corner pocket. The cue ball pretty much stopped dead in place, giving him a pretty good leave on the eight ball.

"You still think its not over?" he asked with an air of conceit.

"Lucky shot," I said with a smile.

"Luck, my ass."

"Dude, I'm not gonna lick your ass," I joked. Kevin started laughing pretty hard and so did I.

"That wouldn't be a bad dare though," he said and I stopped laughing pretty quickly.

"You're kidding, right? I'm not licking your ass."

He made a strange face. It wasn't a sour face, it wasn't a mad face. It was, I don't know, a pensive face. At the time I didn't know what he was thinking. But as I look back, I think I've figured it out. I think that he was testing where my inhibitions were. Had I drunk enough that licking his ass was a possibility? And the answer would have been a definitive no.

"Yeah, I'm just kidding."

"So it's your dare."

Kevin needed some time to think it through. I'm sure that he was trying to think of something that would push the limits, but not completely turn me off at the same time. He drank while he thought of something. It took him so long that he actually finished his drink. Or maybe he just wanted to finish his drink.

"OK," he said, putting his empty glass down. "Remember the conversation we had in the hot tub earlier, about trusting me and trying some things out?"

"Yeah."

"Well, keep that in mind."

Cutting him off, I added, "You also said that I could say no if I didn't want to do it."

"Actually, what I said was I wanted you to try it, and then if you didn't like, we'd stop."

Thinking it over, I realized that that was what he had said, not that that meant I couldn't just say no. But I actually wasn't that apprehensive about whatever he was about to ask me. I was feeling no pain, and licking ass was off the table, so what else could it possible be?

"Alright, what's the dare?"

Instead of telling me, Kevin walked up to me. He had a horny, sultry look on his face. He reached behind my head with his right hand and pulled me to his lips. We started making out passionately and deeply. And I mean deeply; I think he was tickling my tonsils with his tongue. It was fucking...I don't know how to say it but RHHHHHHHHHH! It was such an amazing make-out session. It was the kind of kissing that could make you cum from just kissing. I hope you all have been kissed like that.

Kevin grabbed my super-hard dick as we continued to suck face. It made me even hornier, and I grabbed his dick in turn and started pulling on it. He was leaking now. With all the lube coming out of Kevin's dick, my hand easily glided over his velvety skin and I could feel it throbbing and could feel just how stiff he was. It was amazing.

Kevin bit my bottom lip, raking it between his teeth as he pulled off my mouth. I was swooning from our making out. It had such a relaxing yet uplifting effect on my body: I wanted more, and I brought my lips back to his. We twirled tongues a few more times and I felt Kevin's hand let go of my dick and then felt both of his hands on my shoulders.

He started pushing down on them, but I fought him a little. I was enraptured, kissing him, and I didn't want it to stop. But he increased the pressure, and I felt our lips part. I ran my tongue around my lips, lapping up the mix of our saliva that was there, bringing my tongue back into my mouth and swallowing it down.

Without even realizing it, I was on my knees, staring right at Kevin's raging, veiny, slicked-up dick. I took a second swallow, assuming what my dare was. He wanted a blowjob. This wouldn't be the first time that I sucked Kevin's dick. Telling this story, I've kind of skipped a few times that Kevin and I had hooked up between going to his room after that one part and the VT trip. I can't possibly write about every time that we hooked up.

But the few times that Kevin and I had hooked up, I was steadily becoming bolder and bolder in what I would do with him. Mostly I'd get him off with a hand job, but on a couple of occasions, I did suck him off. It was when we were in a 69 position, when he was taking the lead. I was becoming more comfortable with a dick in my mouth. It wasn't something that I would say I thoroughly enjoyed, but I enjoyed the enjoyment that Kevin got from it.

But this time, Kevin wasn't sucking my dick while I would be sucking his. It was me, and only me, doing the sucking. And that made a difference for me. It's not that I didn't want to do it. It was just a heck of lot more comfortable doing it when he was doing it too.

I didn't look up at Kevin, but I heard him say, "Come on John, suck on it."

And I wanted to, I truly did. I mean, man, the guy had given me so much sexual pleasure, it was time for me to return the favor. Sure, there was a part of me that was pretty repulsed, looking at his big dick. But it was part of me that was growing smaller every time that Kevin and I got together.

I imagined what Kevin would do. If Kevin were on his knees, how would he start? I grabbed for his balls with my left hand, taking them in my palm from behind, feeling the weight and the size of them. His balls were covered with wiry blondish brown hair.

I stuck my tongue out and licked against his sack, so that his balls rolled onto each side of my tongue. I licked slowly and long up to the base of his dick. His dick head was pressed against my forehead, and I made my way up his sack, until the underside of his entire cock pressed against my nose and face. I could feel the heat of it and slime trail he was leaving on my skin. It smelled sweaty and, well, smelled like sex.

You see those sprays and shit that have pheromones in them. They're supposed to put women in the mood. People say they don't work. I don't know, I never tried them. But the raw deal--the smell coming off of Kevin's crotch--it worked. Something about the smell stirred me and made me even hornier.

And Kevin as well. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, placing both hands on the back of my head.

I started licking his sack and balls with a little more vigor, tasting the sweat on my tongue. I lifted his dick away from my face with my right hand, grasping it and holding it against his abdominals. This gave me more room to get into his balls better. I felt myself go into a bit of a frenzy as I stuck my nose into his sack, breathing in his scent and lapping behind his balls and taking them into my mouth.

Kevin was gripping the back of my head harder now, a sign, I assume, that he was really enjoying this. His hands, along with the smell and how horny I was, gave me all the incentive that I needed.

I opened my fist that was wrapped around his dick, leaving only my thumb hooked under the crown of his head. I licked all the way up from the bottom of his dick. When my tongue was at my thumb, I let go with my thumb, bringing my mouth around the head of his cock and moved my hand to the base, my fingers and palm pressed against his pubes and my thumb hooked around his dick to give it some support.

"Fuck," Kevin hissed as he tugged on my ears when I slurped on the head of his dick.

Still picturing what Kevin would do, I started jerking his cock with only his head in my mouth. I ran my tongue all around it, sucking pretty hard. Breathing through my nose, I sucked him further into my mouth, a half-inch at a time, then slid back up. When I got as much in my mouth as could before I knew I would gag, I stared sucking up and down on his cock, probably no more than three inches.

I did my best to keep my teeth out of the way, and I think I was doing a pretty good job of it. I closed my eyes as I continued to suck on his knob a couple of minutes, really getting into it and appreciating the size, girth, texture and taste of his dick in my mouth. And I was tasting more than skin. I could taste the spunk leaking out of his dick as he worked his way towards an orgasm.

I felt Kevin's hand at mine and I opened my eyes. He was replacing my hand with his. I took my hand away, and put it on his hip. I shifted my eyes up. Beyond the ridges of his stomach muscles and his pecs, I could see Kevin's neck and chin, but not his face. He must be leaning it back as he enjoyed getting what was probably the best blowjob that I had ever given him.

I could see his chin moving down. I moved my eyes away, not really wanting to catch eyes with him; something in me decided it was a bad idea. Focusing back on his pubes, Kevin started using his hand to push my head and mouth a little further on his dick. My mouth was used to his size by now, and I was able to take a little more in.

I noticed that his pelvis was beginning to thrust, watching the muscles of his stomach at work. Kevin had been moaning, groaning and muttering things for awhile now. But nothing too audible. But he said something that was very understandable. "I'm gonna fuck your hot mouth."

And I said it before, dirty talk worked for me. Especially when things were building up and getting more intense, as this was. I think, by this point, we had moved beyond the dare. Pent-up Kevin wanted to shoot a load, and he certainly deserved to. I'd cum twice today already, but to my knowledge, Kevin hadn't at all. His balls must have been aching for some release.

I was little concerned that he was going to begin to shove too much of his dick in my mouth, but he didn't. He was picking up the speed of his thrusting, but pulling back when about half of his dick was in my mouth, just shy of gag point.

I began to understand somewhat why Kevin liked sucking dick. It wasn't really about "enjoying dick". Rather, it was about enjoying the intensity of the moment, the building up towards your partner's orgasm, letting yourself be sexually free and void of inhibitions, basically allowing raw sexual desire to overwhelm you and go with it, no questions asked. Girl or guy, it made no difference; it was about two people satisfying the other's basic, no-holds- barred, balls-out, primal urges.

Something inside me clicked, and I just got it, for the moment at least. I wanted to give Kevin pleasure like I never had before. I moved my hands around his ass and parted his cheeks. With my right hand, I started feeling around for his pucker. It took me a few seconds; it was lower than I was expecting.

When I found it, I started massaging it, but not penetrating it. I played around with it, running my hand over it and around it. Trying to blindly figure out what to do back there. I had never played around with a girl's ass before, so this was virgin territory for me.

Kevin must have been shocked by what I was doing, because he suddenly stopped thrusting. But only for a few seconds. Before resuming his pelvic movements, he moaned super-loud and said, "Oh yeah Walsh, play with my ass."

It was sweaty as hell in his crack. As I toyed with his sphincter I could feel all the wet hairs around it, sticking to my fingers. That was a little unnerving, but I tried not to think about it. I put the slightest amount of pressure against his hole with my pointer finger. It didn't budge, so I pushed a little harder. Next thing I knew, his ass swallowed about half my finger up it.

When in, I felt his muscles clamp around my finger. It was so damn tight in there, and unbelievably hot. As my dick had done in his mouth, I felt Kevin's surge in my mouth. This shit really does work, I thought.

Kevin's pace while fucking my mouth was now slow and steady as he enjoyed the pleasure he was getting behind. Doing as Kevin had to me, I started slowly fingering his hole, finding my way around up there, feeling around the walls and searching for his hot spot.

I couldn't really remember where he had found mine, but I think it was towards the front. I continued my searching, pulling my finger in and out of his ass, as far as it could reach after a few times, concentrating on rubbing the front part.

And then, by chance, I found it. I knew I found it because his whole body spasmed. That, and Kevin gave a really loud, "Fuuuuuuck!"

I felt pretty proud of myself. I tried rubbing the small mound behind his lining again, and once again he screamed and his body lurched. This was fucking hot, and fun! But then Kevin's hand was at my wrist and he was pulling my hand out from his crack. Reaching under my arm pits, he was lifting me to my feet.

I was really confused, but I didn't have time to think about it. He gave me a deep kiss and then grabbing my wrist he started pulling me out of the room.

"Where are we going? What about the rest of the game?" I asked.

"Fuck the rest of the game, we're taking this to bedroom," he said, leading me to his parents' bed.

Once in bedroom, he pushed me down on the bed and jumped on himself. He laid down on top of me and we were once again making out fiercely and groping every square inch of our torsos. We rolled every direction possible on the mattress, scattering the sheets and pushing the pillows off the bed. We were insanely into each other, each other's bodies, and each other's pleasure.

We humped each other's crotches, sucked, licked, bit and kissed for a half hour, hormones raging. The heat of our movements and our skin pressed together made us both start to sweat. This was the most extreme foreplay I could ever remember, with anyone. Having cum twice already, my buildup was understandably slow in the making. But I didn't know how Kevin was doing it. If I were him, I never would have stopped the blowjob next to the pool table.

With my head hanging off the left edge of the bed, Kevin on top of me, he started licking his way down my chest, over my belly button, and took my hard dick into his mouth. I moaned in delight and gripped the bed sheet as he swallowed the whole of my cock. I think I yelled out his name.

He only sucked on it a minute or so before he pulled me so that my head was now on the bed. I watched him as he lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders, with the back of my legs and heel resting on his back. He was on his knees, I guess you would say in a doggie style position, leaning on his arms holding his torso up.

He leaned in and chowed on my dick some more, really sucking on it sloppily, a slurping sound heard throughout the bedroom. I gabbed onto his forearms and squeezed them as he deep-throated my cock, intermittently changing speeds from fast to slow to neutral. I wasn't extremely close, but I wasn't that far away from coming again either. If he kept sucking me like that, it wouldn't be long at all.

I used not to watch Kevin as he sucked my dick; seeing him down there instead of a chick, no matter how amazing his suck job was, would make me feel uneasy. Of course, I dealt with the uneasiness; you've read about the numerous times that I came in Kevin's mouth. But now I actually enjoyed seeing him down there. The vulgar way he sucked a dick was much more interesting than watching a chick tepidly do the same.

Kevin's lips came off my dick with a slurp and he looked up at me, his mouth and lips soaked. My dick was just as soaked and pointing straight at the ceiling. His eyes were telling me something. There was lust in them and Kevin was acting wilder than he normally did in the sack.

My legs were still over his shoulders. Leaning back on his legs a little, he pulled his torso up some. He also raised my ass off the bed a little. In this position he didn't need his hands to hold him up any longer.

He grabbed my legs at my calves. He pushed my legs back so that my ass curved up and my thighs and knees were pressed up against my torso. I was completely sexed up by this point and let him do what he wanted to do. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to do it this morning, but sober, I was too timid to let him. But now I couldn't wait.

"Hold your legs up like that," he said. No, he didn't say it; he commanded it. There was no polite inflection in his voice. He was telling me what to do, what he wanted me to do, which at this point was fine with me.

I grabbed my legs from behind my knees and held them in place. Remembering how intense this felt when Bobby did the same, I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able hold them up. But I would give it the old college try.

I watched as Kevin slid back so that his mouth was right between my cheeks. He had a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spread them apart. His tongue hanging out, he leaned in and just barely made contact with my hole. It sent shivers through my body and my ass muscles clenched a little. I moaned out loud.

He repeated this a few times, just barely touching me. It kind of answered a question I had for myself earlier. I couldn't tell how much, but I certainly had some hair down there, they felt his tongue when it got closer to my skin, teasing me before he actually made contact.

I was till holding my legs up, but wasn't sure that I could much longer. This time, Kevin brought the whole of his tongue down on my anus, and didn't take it away for many minutes. He licked over it quite a few times, his tongue feeling real soft and wet. I could feel my ass twitch at his tongue.

But then the texture of his tongue changed. It felt more rigid and solid, but was definitely his tongue. I could feel his hot breadth against my skin and hair. He tried probing further into my ass with it, burrowing it in a little. It sent a wave like nothing I had ever felt through my body. It tickled like hell, but was an amazing tickle. He kept pushing with his tongue, sending more and more jolts through me.

My hands slipped off my legs. It was sweaty behind them, my mind was in la-la land and I wasn't able to focus on holding them up any longer. My ass rolled back onto the bed, but Kevin was quick to roll them back.

"Rest them on my shoulder if you cant's hold them up," Kevin suggested.

It was a good suggestion. I put my feet, right at the arches, on Kevin's shoulders. My ass was a little lower to the bed, but Kevin just leaned his neck in a little closer. With out having to worry about my legs, I was able to focus more on what he was doing to me.

And what he was doing to me was driving me fucking crazy. I leaned my head back as his tongue assaulted my ass. I couldn't concentrate on any specific thought or feeling. It was like the Macy's Fireworks Display. Fireworks were exploding all over my body. My head was rolling back and forth as I incoherently breathed, 'Oh, fuck,' to 'Oh, god,' to 'Holy shit' and back to 'Oh, fuck,' again in an endless cycle.

My hands were moving all over the bed, grabbing the sheets as he worked his tongue further in, then releasing them as he wiggled out a little. At some point I came across Kevin's hands sprawled out on the bed. When he felt my hands, he turned his palm side up and then we clenched fists together.

When he felt how tight my grip was, he must have known what he was doing to me. This would make him lick and suck my ass even more, till the point where I was squeezing his hands so tightly that I was afraid I was going to snap some of his bones.

He dug deeper and deeper into my hole. I actually felt my ass opening for him. It had to be. His tongue was so far up my ass with not as much effort on his part anymore. I was moaning like a wild man and breathing uncontrollably. I needed him to stop before I had a heart attack, but at the same time wanted him to keep going.

I started buckling at the waist uncontrollably. Kevin had to let go of my hands and grabbed me at my waist to keep me in one place. His tongue was relentless; I don't know he kept it up. It was like a magic tongue: Great in my mouth, on my dick, and now in my ass.

After another 30 second or so of tonguing my ass, I felt him slip it out. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. Just about every muscle of my body had been tightly clenched for the last 10 minutes. But with his tongue gone, my muscles relaxed and my body felt like mush. He teased me a couple of times, diving back in for a quick lick. I'd jump, then he'd take it away again.

Kevin's weight left the bed, but I was too zoned to look for him. I knew he would be back quickly. With my eyes closed, I reached for my dick with my right hand. It was flopped up against my stomach. I was only half-hard, but the top of my dick was all slick. And as I felt my stomach, I found a pool in my belly button. It wasn't cum, I didn't feel myself shoot. I must have been leaking insane amounts of pre-cum again.

My breathing had subdued some and Kevin got back on the bed. He crawled over me, but didn't lay on top of me. I could feel his presence over me and I opened his eyes to see him above me.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Crazy," I chuckled a little.

"Crazy good?"

"Yeah, crazy good."

"Here's a pillow," he said as he lifted my head and put a pillow under it.

"Thanks." It felt good to have some support for my neck.

"I'm going back down there," he smiled.

"No, I don't think that I can handle that again." I pleaded.

"It will be different this time."

"Different?"

"Just lay back, close your eyes, and enjoy."

I was going to say more, but he was already moving away from me. We assumed the same position, my legs on his shoulders. I was totally spent and on cloud nine. As much as I tried, I couldn't prepare my body for round two.

I heard the sound of a click, but I only heard it once. I was so relaxed that I didn't want to move. But then I heard what sounded like ketchup, maybe hair gel, being squeezed out of a bottle. What the fuck was he doing? I leaned my head up a little but I couldn't see anything besides his face and his shoulders.

"What was that noise?"

"This is going to be a little cold at first, but will warm up quickly, I promise."

"What's going to warm up qui..." But before I had the chance to finish my question, I felt Kevin smear something over my ass with his hand. And hell yeah it was cold. Cold and slippery. I think it was hair gel, it felt like hair gel.

"What are you doing with hair gel?"

"Its not hair gel, you idiot, its lube."

"What do you need lube for?"

"Would just lie back and stop asking questions, you're killing the mood. Have I done anything you haven't liked so far?"

"No. I was just asking."

"All right then. Put your head back down and relax."

I put my head back down on the pillow. The lube really wasn't cold any longer, quickly warming up with my body temperature. Kevin's fingers were back at my ass, messaging around my hole again. I assumed we were going to have a replay of what happened in the shower. And the thought of it made my dick stir.

Instead of taking his time like he did in the shower, he slid one finger right in, and I sucked air in hard. It didn't hurt, I just wasn't ready. I didn't give him any real resistance, it slid right in. He left it all the way in, and I got used to his finger pretty quickly.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah. Can I put my feet on the bed."

"Go ahead."

I took my feet off of his shoulders and put them on either side of his shoulders, just behind his arms. It felt a little more comfortable.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah." I don't know that I was "ready", but if he was going to make me feel like he did in the shower, then I'd make myself be ready.

The lube was even slippier than the soap. As he fingered my ass, it slid right in and out. Since I been through this once already, I won't give every detail. But in bed this time, I was able to lay back and just enjoy the sensation. I felt my dick getting stiffer and stiffer and it lifted up off of my stomach.

I heard a second squirt of lube from the bottle. And then my ass was stretched further and my ass felt really full. He must be using a second finger. His fingers didn't slide in as easily this time. He had to work his back in, twisting his fingers around and applying more pressure as he did.

When both fingers were all the way in, I groaned deeply and felt myself lift my ass off the bed. I held my breath as I got used to the intrusion. My dick head expanded and more jizz was leaking out.

"Should I go for a third?" Kevin asked.

"No," I breathed out, taking fresh air into my lungs.

He took his fingers half way out and then thrust them back up. I lifted my ass even further off the bed and screamed out, "Ohhhh godddddd!"

Then he went for the gusto. He worked his fingers almost all the way out and then back in, twisting, bending, spreading, and thrusting. Sexual pleasure assumed my body and I couldn't even think straight. My pelvis was thrusting, off the bed, as he assaulted my ass with his slippery fingers. I was a bumbling idiot. My mind had shut down from overdrive, and all I could feel was, what did Kevin call it, my male G-spot and my dick.

Kevin's hand was now on my dick. I swear to fucking god that it was the hardest that it had ever been. I could tell as soon as he touched it, it was just so, so rigid and solid. And so sensitive. One touch of my dick and I felt like I was going to splooge.

He had lube on his hand as well. He didn't really jerk me off. He just held onto it, occasionally moving slightly up or down on it, which would cause me to convulse and scream out in pleasure. He had me tuck on the verge of orgasm and it was madness. I think he knew that if he jerked even a few times, it would have put me over the edge.

After a couple of minutes, I felt Kevin's hand leave my dick. He continued to finger me deeply, but he slowed his pace a little, and I felt my ass slowly sink back down to the bed. This gave me a chance to catch my breath a little. With his fingers still my ass, the sound of lube being squeezed out of the bottle could be heard again. 'More lube, doesn't he have enough?' I thought.

Kevin moved around on the bed a bit and I felt him push my knees back to my chest again and take his fingers out of my ass. I opened my eyes to see what was going on and his face was right in my face. I was a little stunned to see him so close to me.

"Anyone else," he said all seriously, "and I would have just done it. But I'm gonna ask you because...well, because, I don't know why, cause its you."

"Ask me what?"

"And I know you're gonna say no, which gives me all the reason I shouldn't ask, cause I can just tell you would have loved it."

I was getting scared. I didn't know scared of what, it was just something about his voice. Like I was going to hurt him. "What?"

"I want to fuck you so bad. I gotta. Please, please let's fuck."

If I was stunned at his face being so close; you can only imagine how I reacted to his question. "No."

"Oh come on; please?"

"No."

"Dude, if you loved my fingers like that, I'm telling you, you are going to love my dick."

I thought about the guy's face on that video while he was getting fucked. I imagined that it couldn't have been much different than my own face while Kevin was just fingering and tonguing me. But still. There wasn't a chance that I was letting Kevin put his dick in my ass.

But strangely, I wasn't mad at him. I could have been. And maybe I should have been. I mean, why would he even think that I would interested in fucking? I'm no queer. But I wasn't mad at him because he did ask.

To be honest, I felt like fucking. Not being fucked, but doing the fucking. I didn't want to fuck Kevin, but I wanted to fuck something. I would have been more than happy to cum five minutes before, but deep down, all this buildup and buildup, and my body just naturally wanted to fuck. Am I making sense? In a way it's a let down, not being able to finish off by fucking. So who was I to be mad at Kevin for wanting to fuck? I knew exactly how he felt.

"Kevin, I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm not taking it up the ass."

"Please," he pleaded. But this time, his smile wasn't going to work. I'd done everything he wanted to up to this point, and I enjoyed every second of it, but this was too much.

"No."

"Fuck," he said as he got up off of me, pissed. "I knew I shouldn't have asked you."

I felt really bad. I felt like I was one of those prude chicks in my own bedroom, who get me all fucking going, and then when it comes time to seal deal and fuck, says no. This was different, but somehow the same. And I felt like shit.

"Come on Kevin. There's got to be another way to finish this off without you getting all mad at me," I said as I reached for him and pulled him back down on top of me. "It's been a great night and I don't want it to end like this. You said you knew I was going to say no, so don't get pissed cause I did and let's figure out something else to do."

I reached for his dick and took it in my hand. He was still hard and I started jerking him off and kissed him on his lips. His face changed some, and he didn't look as upset.

"I gotta fuck something," he said as a smile came to his face. He looked so damn cute.

"How about my mouth?" I offered.

"Let's try something else out," he said.

He got up on his knees and I got up with him. He jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. He came out with a coupe of towels and laid them down on the bed. He jumped back on the bed with me and got on his knees again. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he moved closer to me.

He turned me around so that I was facing the towels, making sure my legs were pressed together. He moved in right behind me, so that his chest was pressed up against my back and his legs were outside and pressed against my legs. He wrapped his left hand around my chest and pecs, and then passed me the bottle of lube.

"Open it up," he said, and I did.

He held his palm out and asked me to squeeze some onto it. I did as he asked. He reached for my dick, which was still hard as well, and lubed up my dick. He held his palm out again and said, "more." I squeezed more out.

This time he reached below my balls and slipped his hand between my legs, rubbing the lube in between them. He held out his again, but didn't have to ask for more, I knew what he wanted and I gave him another squeeze. Twisting his palm the opposite way, he lubed up my other leg.

With one last squeeze of the lube, he reached for his own dick and lubed it up. I snapped the lid of the lube closed and tossed it down on the bed.

"OK, so I'm just going to fuck between your legs. Keep them tight, but not too tight."

"Kind of like in the sleeping bag."

"Yeah, just like that, but from behind. You ready?"

"Yup."

I felt Kevin slip his hard and super-hot dick between my thighs. He pushed in slowly till his pubes were against my ass cheeks and the head of his dick pressing into my ball sack. He began a slow and steady motion of fucking my thighs. He kept his arm wrapped around my chest, holding me real close to him. This restricted the movement of my arms a little, but I was able to grab hold of my own dick, and started jerking off.

Kevin was picking up the pace of his pelvic thrusts. His forehead was pressed against the back of my head. And as he thrust harder, his breathing got deeper. His hot breath on my neck made the hairs there stand up.

The speed of his fucking was getting faster and faster. His thrusts were not only faster, they were more forceful as well, so that he was slamming into me. His skin was beginning to slap against my own, his lower stomach against my ass, and I was reminded of the sound of the two guys fucking on that video.

He started humping like a rabbit and I could feel his balls slapping the back of my legs. Sweat was building up between our bodies and I could feel some dripping off his face onto my back. His fucking was staggering, I felt bad for the girl that had been fucked by him. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin.

Kevin's grip around me was getting tighter. He was moaning and said, "Yeah, this feels so fucking good. Feels like I'm fucking you. Fucking you real hard." His voice was low and sexy.

I felt his free hand on the hand that I was using to stroke my dick. He took over the stroking for me, his fist real tight. He was jerking me off much faster than I was. His hand felt much better than my own. With all the foreplay, I was going to shoot pretty fast if kept this pace up.

As if it were possible, the speed of Kevin's thrusts became even more quick and deliberate. He was slamming into me so hard that I could feel my pec muscles bouncing on his inward thrust.

"Oh, God, I'm getting close," he said, "Make your legs a little tighter."

I squeezed my legs tighter together, and could feel the power of Kevin's dick thrusting between them.

"Yeah, that's it, I'm real close to cumming. Lift your balls up."

With the opposite hand that Kevin was fisting my dick with, I lifted my balls up.

"Oh fuck," Kevin breathed as he continued to thrust, "Oh fuck, here it cums, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ahhhhhhhhh," and I was squeezed in his arm like a bear hug.

From between my legs, I could see Kevin's cum start to spray out on the towels. He didn't stop thrusting as he continued to cum. I felt some of it cream between my legs as he pulled back, but when he thrusted forward another shot blasted out onto the towels. This happened a couple of times, to the point where he his cum wasn't shooting anymore, it was just dribbling down my legs.

His thrusts slowly subsided, as did his breathing. His arm-grip around me loosened a little and I felt his forehead leaning against my left shoulder. Kevin's hand was still holding my dick, but he wasn't stroking it any more. He had stopped when he started cumming, allowing himself to enjoy his orgasm.

"Damn, that was fucking awesome," he said from behind me as he started to stir.

"Sounded like it."

"Not as good as the real thing, but still fucking awesome."

"You were really slamming there," I giggled.

"Most girls walk bowlegged for a couple after a night with me," Kevin laughed. "Next time you see a girl walking that way, you'll know that I banged her the night before."

As we were talking, I felt Kevin's dick, which was still between my legs start to go soft.

"You cum?" he asked.

"No."

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Kevin asked as he started stroking me again.

My dick hadn't gone down a half-inch. What with watching Kevin blast, his body pressing into my back, and his hand around my dick, I was ready to go. He started jerking me off like a maniac.

He bit into the muscle of my neck a couple of times, and rubbed the beard growing in under his chin across the skin of my shoulder.

"Come on, cum for me," he whispered in my ear. "Give me your third load for the day, shoot it for me."

That was all I needed to hear. My own breathing became rapid, my body tensed. "Here cums mine," I alerted him.

And cum for him I did. My dick swelled in his hand and I shot a couple of wads that joined Kevin's on the towels. It wasn't a huge load, but not bad, either, for my third time of the day. But it didn't make it feel like any less of an orgasm.

After a long day of skiing, all the drinking and fucking around we did, we both collapsed onto the bed. As we collected ourselves, we lay there for a few minutes in silence. We weren't pressed up against each other, though our legs and arms were touching. But in a way, I felt like rolling over closer to him and resting in his arms. I couldn't do that, but I felt like it.

"All I want is sleep," Kevin said, "But we need showers."

"Me too, I'm exhausted."

"Well, let's just get it done and then hit the sack. We're going to have to throw these sheets and towels in the washing machine for the cleaning lady. If she sees all these cum and lube stains she'll probably faint."

Kevin rolled off the bed and a few seconds later I was behind him. We took quick showers, washing all the lube and spunk off our bodies. We talked about driving home tomorrow. We had the Fraternity Meeting at eight o'clock, so I wanted to be back for that.

When I got out of the shower, I dried myself off in front of the mirror. I didn't notice at first, but as I dried the back of my head, I saw it. I moved closer to the mirror to get a better look.

"Jesus Christ, Kevin!"

"What?" asked Kevin, already dried off and putting on a pair of underwear, as he came to the bathroom door.

"This fucking hickey is huge, you asshole. Everyone is going to see this thing."

Looking at Kevin through the mirror, he was in stitches.

"Yeah, real fucking funny. How am I going to explain this?"

"I don't know, just tell them that you met some drunk slut up at the lodge at whatever mountain you're supposed to be skiing with your family. You got a good story to tell everyone now, I did you a favor."

"Some favor," I said, rolling my eyes.

I went to my room and threw on a clean pair of underwear. Kevin was turning the lights around the house off. I jumped into my bed (which was technically Kevin's bed), figuring he would come by before going to sleep himself.

A couple of minutes later, Kevin did come into the room. But instead of saying good night, he turned off the lights and jumped into bed.

"You sleeping in here?" I asked as Kevin fluffed his pillow around.

"Yeah, is that a problem? The other bed is a fucking mess."

"No, its fine."

And it was fine. The bed was a King-sized bed, so there was plenty of room.

"Good-night then," I said to Kevin as I rolled in the opposite direction of him.

"Good night?" Kevin asked as he slid under the sheets closer to me. "I was thinking maybe another round."

"You just said you were exhausted." I really didn't want another round. We just got out of the shower and I was so tired now, and coming down from all that drinking.

"Nah, I am," he answered, "I just wanted to see what you were going to say."

He plopped his pillow right next to mine. He turned his torso to my back so that we were spooning. When he said he was going to sleep in here, I didn't think he meant sleeping this close. I'm usually not one to sleep all up with a chick like this. And I never imagined that I would with a guy. But it felt nice, the heat of his body. And I was glad that he decided to do it.

I think that I told you that I am the kind of guy that falls asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. If I didn't, I am. A lot of that probably has to do with the fact that just about every night I'm going to sleep with a buzz on.

And I was just about out when Kevin says, "John?"

I thought about not answering him, but then said, "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about earlier."

"Sorry about what?"

"Sorry about getting all pissed when you didn't want to fuck."

"Don't worry about it, Kevin. You were all worked up. I understand. Let's get some sleep."

"Good night, John."

"Good night, Kevin." And 30 seconds later I was out like a light.

It was a long drive back to campus, almost seven hours. This had been the most time that Kevin and I had ever spent together, and to be honest, we were running out of things to say to one another. There was lots of silence in the car on the way home. It was slightly awkward, but not. There was a newfound intimacy that we had after that weekend. I didn't grasp it at first, it took me awhile to figure out, but it became very clear to me one night while on Ecstasy.

The silence made me ponder all the lies that I would have to tell when I got back to campus. Everyone thought that I was skiing with my family up in the Catskills. I'd have to make up everything. And now with this damn hickey, I'd have to make a whole hook-up story. I didn't feel good about it, but what was I going to do? Tell them that Kevin and I spent the weekend messing around?

To be continued...

Well, I hope you enjoyed. It was a long time in coming, hope I didn't lose the touch. Next chapter is written - part one of Spring Break. It will be posted next Sunday.

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