My First Year with Kevin

The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other medium without the written permission of its author.

My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

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My First Year With Kevin

Chapter 11

Kevin and I slept together Sunday night, and Monday morning came way too early for me. Kevin woke up right away, and the first thing he did was check my dick for bleeding. Then he checked his own.

"What the fuck are you doing, Kevin," I asked, sleepy and rather annoyed at having to go back to school.

"Just checking for blood," he said. There isn't any.

"Good. Now can we get back to sleep?"

"No, dumbass. It's Monday morning, and we've got to go to school."

"FUCK" I screamed, as he threw the cover back. It wasn't really cold, but we were both naked, and I wanted the warmth of the cover.

"Come on. Get your sorry ass up. We're gonna be late."

I knew he was right, so I stumbled out of bed and followed him into the bathroom. We both pissed into the urinal at the same time, and it burned for about three seconds when I started my stream.

"Does it burn," Kevin asked.

"Not now. It did at first, though. What about you?"

"Yeah, a little at first. Not much, though."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

Once we were in the shower, the warm-to-hot water felt good, and I began to come to life.

"I hate the first day back after a vacation," I said as I was washing my hair.

"Me, too, but this is going to be an exciting week for me. For you, too, probably."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that, Babe?"

"Friday night. We play y'all. It's our last regular season game."

Shit, I had forgotten all about the game between Newton and Colton. I knew Kevin would be under a lot of pressure all week, and Friday would be a nightmare for him. They were already the clear district champs (in a very small district), so they were headed for the state playoffs. But the rivalry between the two schools, especially in the eyes of the Colton people, was enormous. I wanted Colton to win, of course, but I wouldn't be able to say that at school.

"Y'all are going to win, Kevin. You know you are."

"I wish I did know that," he replied. "In a game like that, there are no sure things."

We finished our showers and shaves (by then I was just as adept as Kevin at shaving without a mirror), and we turned off the water. In a mad dash to get towels, our cocks touched and the rings in them clinked together. An electric spark went through me, and I started to harden up. Kevin noticed.

"Damn, that felt good, man. I can't wait till our first fuck," he said.

"Maybe tonight," I asked tentatively.

"Let's wait and see," he replied.

The guy at the piercing salon in Key West had given us a lot of information about healing and all, and he told us we could start fucking "in a few days." Kevin Maxwell had said that he had fucked Rick the first night with a condom on, but my Kevin wanted to wait until we were sure we were healed. The guy had also told us to go to a piercing place in New Orleans and get lower gauge rings put in, and he had said a sign of healing was more and more piss leaking out on the undersides of our dicks. My ring was much looser that morning than it had been the day before, and that, too, was a sign of healing. Plus, I noticed more leakage that morning as I pissed, so it must have been healing just fine.

We ran through our usual morning routine. We ate thawed-out Egg McMuffins (two for me, three for Kevin), drank coffee, and did the newspaper thing. Kevin was absolutely adamant about reading the paper every morning, to the point that he had had a sort of withdrawal reaction on the cruise until he discovered they had an Internet connection on the boat and he could read the news that way. At eight o'clock sharp, we finished the paper and went out to our cars. I kissed him goodbye, as I did every morning, and handed him two cigarettes.

"Give me a couple more," he said.

"Why," I asked, as I was taking them out of the box for him.

"I've been smoking heavy for the last week. I'm sure I'll need to sneak out at break and lunch for one."

I laughed at him, but I was sure he was right.

"I love you," he said as he started his car.

"And I love you," I replied. I got in, fired the car up, and off I drove to school.

Everybody at school seemed to be in the same mood I was in, which was shitty. At lunch, I ate with Joey and Todd, as usual, and then we went outside to smoke. The temperature had dropped about twenty degrees since we had gotten there that morning, and the sky was gray.

After Joey left the smoking porch, I asked Todd if he could keep a secret.

"Shit, I keep so many secrets, I consider everything a secret so I won't fuck up accidentally."

"Come with me to the restroom. I've got something to show you."

He followed me to the restroom, and I could tell he was really curious about what I had to show him.

We found one on the front hall that was rarely used at that time of day. There was an inside dead bolt, so I locked it after I was sure nobody else was in there.

"This is gonna be good, I think," Todd said.

"I think so," I said. I pulled down my zipper, fished out my dick, and showed it to Todd.

"Goddamn, man. A fucking PA. Wow!"

"Not so loud, man."

"Oh, shit. Sorry. That's fucking awesome, though." He almost whispered that last statement.

"You like it," I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Can I touch it?"

I thought for a moment. I wanted him to touch it, to suck it, in fact, but he and I hadn't done anything since the night of the one and only blowjob when he lost the pool bet. I didn't want to be cheating on my Kevin, but, if he said it was okay, it would be okay with me, too.

"Not today. Maybe in a couple of days," I said.

"Is it real sore," he asked.

"Yeah," I lied.

"It's about the coolest thing I've ever seen, man. I might have to get me one."

I stowed my dick. Then I realized I had to piss, so I took it out again and went to a urinal. Todd was all eyes, watching me piss.

"What does Kevin think about it," he asked.

"He got one, too. We were on a cruise over the Thanksgiving Holiday, and we were both fucked by a boy who had one. That's when we decided to get them. They take ass fucking to a whole new level," I said.

"GODDAMN! FUCK!"

"Shhhhhhhhh," I said, and he got a tiny bit red in the face. Just then the first bell rang. "Let's go to class. I wanted you to see it, though."

"Thanks, man. I already jerk off thinking about you. This will just add to it."

We didn't have time for me to find out what that meant, but it made me a little hard knowing that he felt that way about me.

Later that night, after we had made love, without fucking, and were lying in bed together, I told Kevin what I had done and what Todd had said.

"I jerk off thinking about you, too," he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Who do you think about? Todd?" His voice had a kind of edge to it. Not jealousy, exactly, but close.

"I don't really jerk off anymore," I said. "The only sex I have is with you, or that you know about. Like on the boat."

"You really don't jerk off," he asked.

"No, I really don't. My sex life is entirely wrapped up in you. Really."

"Damn, I feel like a fucking fool," he said.

That hit me very hard in the emotional stomach. I never wanted him to feel like anything less than the greatest. I felt like I had failed him.

"What's the matter," he asked. He could tell I was upset, even though I hadn't said anything.

"It's nothin'," I said.

"Matt. Remember who you're talking to here. I know something is the matter. Are you pissed because I jerk off."

"No, of course not."

"Well, something I said made you upset. What was it? Come on, tell your Kevie."

"You asshole," I said. I was very close to tears, and I knew he could tell.

"What did I say, man? Come on. Tell me. You promised me you would that night in Copeland's."

"You said you felt like a fucking fool because you jerk off. You are no fool, Babe. It hurts me to think I made you feel that way."

He was close to tears at that point. "Oh, Babe, I love you so much," he said. "That was just an expression to mean that I should be able to control myself better than I do. But sometime...when I'm by myself...I think about you, and I get hard. And I jerk off."

"So you really don't think you're a fool," I asked.

"Hell, yeah, I'm a fool, but in the good sense of that word, the funny sense. Not the bad sense. I jerk off because thinking about you makes me hard. You arouse me even when you aren't with me. I think it's because I love you."

"I'm sorry I didn't get what you were saying, Babe. I really don't care how much you jerk off, as long as you save some of this for me." I rubbed my hand in his cum that was drying on my chest and stomach.

"Don't you worry, Babe, that shit is yours for as long as you want it."

I kissed him then, and, in a few minutes, we were both asleep in each other's arms, the lights still on.

We didn't fuck the next night, or the night after that. I really wanted my big boy inside me, and I was getting a little frustrated. Kevin gave me wonderful head, and I came five or six times before shooting a huge load, but, damn it, I wanted to fuck him, and I wanted him to fuck me. That was Wednesday night.

"Are we ever going to fuck again," I asked.

"No," he said.

"What!?" There was probably panic in my voice.

"Oh, I meant no fucking way will we not fuck again. Did I confuse you?"

"You asshole. Why do I put up with you?"

"Because you love me," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Pause. "Seriously, Kevin, hasn't it been long enough?"

"Kevie doesn't want this ittle, bitty weenie getting infected." He pulled my cock out as far as it would go as he said that.

"But I think we're healed," I replied.

"I think you're probably right. But only probably. You know we sometimes get shit on our dicks from each other. Shit has a billion germs in it, and we could get an infection."

"So how will we know?"

"Well, Dr. Salk, I made an appointment for us to go to the piercing place on Decatur Street tomorrow during lunch. Actually, we'll probably have to skip the rest of the day, but it's worth it to me. The people there can tell us if we're healed."

"How'd you do that," I asked.

"I used this thing we have in the South, that y'all don't have in California."

"What are you talking about?"

"I made a fucking phone call. I explained the situation, and they can take us at noon. Isn't your lunch from 11:30 to 12:20?"

"Yeah."

"Well, so is mine, Mattie. We'll drive downtown, have them check us out, pronounce us healed, and we'll come home and fuck each others' brains out. Then I'll go back to school for practice. You don't have a major test tomorrow afternoon, I hope."

"No. I love you."

"I know. And I love you."

"I know. But you figured it all out."

"In the time we've been together, have you noticed I seem to enjoy anal sex, both as the pitcher and the catcher?"

"Wow, you used a metaphor. A sports metaphor, but a metaphor, nonetheless."

"Yes, and I was fully consciously aware of it as I used it. And also of how incredibly trite it was. You isn't the only smart one around these here parts, you know, hot dog."

He made me laugh. He was so cute at times like that. Every objective indicator-SAT scores, AP scores, probably IQ scores-said he was smarter than I was by at least a little bit, but our roles were that he was the dumb jock and I was the smart intellectual.

When I finished laughing, he said, "Well? Have you noticed that?"

"Well, yes, Mr. Smythe, I think I did notice that once or twice."

"Okay, so we go tomorrow. And I'm gonna get a huge thick-ass ring put in me to make your ass sing. And I'm gonna get some jewelry to go on my tit rings and my dick ring, too."

"What are you talking about," I asked, genuinely unaware.

"Well, you can get all these little charms to adorn your piercings. And I'm going to buy some. I might even buy you one or two-if you're good."

"Remind me before we leave for school tomorrow, okay?"

"You got it, dude. Partner. Lover. Bestest friend."

With that, he turned off the light on his side of the bed, and we went to sleep.

The next day was my nineteenth birthday. Frank and Denis got up early to fix an elaborate breakfast for us, and they gave me my presents. I got a whole lot of nice clothes, some books, some CD's (which I'm sure Kevin picked out because he knew my taste in music, and Frank and Denis certainly did not), a pair of in-line skates (again, Kevin's doing), and several other small things. They also each gave me $19,000.00 in an investment account and $1,900.00 in cash.

"That is so fucking trite," Kevin said. "Why didn't you give him $20,000.00 and $2,000.00 in cash?"

"How much did you get when you turned eighteen last January," Denis asked.

"$18,000.00 in investments and $1,800.00 in cash, from each of you."

"And the year before, when you turned seventeen? and the year before, when you turned sixteen."

"Oh, shit, guys. I see the pattern."

"You are such a bright boy, Kevin," Frank said.

"Fuck me," he said, and everybody laughed.

"So why have I gotten so much more than Matt," Kevin then asked.

"You haven't," Denis said. "We've given you boys exactly the same amount of money, and spent exactly the same amount of money on gifts, since Frank and I have been together. You don't have more than him, except what you inherited from your mother, God rest her soul. You were here to know about it, but we put all the money into Matt's trust."

"Well, that's good," Kevin said. "That's very good. I'm proud of you boys." Again, everybody laughed.

When we were saying goodbye in the garage, Kevin reminded me of our appointment at noon. We decided that only one of us would drive because the parking in the Quarter was so difficult, and he volunteered to take his car. I was to meet him at home at 11:45.

When I left school, I went to the office to check out. I told the lady at the desk I had a medical appointment and that I probably wouldn't be back that afternoon.

"I'll let your teachers know," she said. "I hope it's nothing serious."

"They think I might have an ulcer," I lied.

"Well, I'll be praying for you that you don't," she said. I felt pretty scummy about her praying for me after such a bald-faced lie, but the difference between Newton and my school in San Diego when it came to checking out really hit me. Back there, I would have had to have a parent call, and the next day I would have had to produce documentation that I had actually gone to a doctor. At Newton, they seemed to trust the students a whole lot more. And there were never any policemen on campus, which was another big difference.

The people in the piercing place were just as nice as I remembered them being. The guy who examined us pronounced us healed, and, to prove his point, he turned the rings in our dicks a full 360 degrees. The little balls where the two ends joined passed through us without blood, pain, or any other incident.

"When you can do that, there ain't no fucking doubt you're healed," he said.

He changed out the 12 gauge rings we had with 6 gauge rings, and they were quite a bit heavier. Neither one of us got hard, but the weight of the new rings pulled our dicks down a little more. Kevin's skin pulled back, and his ring was fully visible. When I saw that, I did get hard, and it felt wonderful in my pants.

Kevin didn't stay in the room while I was being fitted with my new ring. He went out into the lobby, and I knew he had bought some stuff because he had a bag with him as we left. I guessed he had some surprises for me for my birthday.

We didn't go back to school that afternoon. Instead, we went home. Kevin kissed me hard and wet and passionately as soon as he had closed the door to the back entry. We both got hard, and we could feel one another through our clothes.

"God, I want you so bad," he said. "I haven't thought about anything but fucking you and you fucking me for days."

"You're really turned on," I said.

"Oh, man, you don't even know. Come on."

We ran up the stairs to Kevin's room, and he stripped me in an instant. He was on his knees with his mouth on my cock before I fully realized what was happening. We had been doing that for several days in the name of "saliva therapy," but that afternoon there wasn't anything therapeutic about what he did to me. It was all ecstasy.

After I came twice in his mouth-without shooting cum, of course-he picked me up and put me into bed. He stripped off his clothes, and his erection looked hotter and redder and bigger than I'd ever seen it. Kevin always knew what he wanted, but he was never a selfish lover. He made sure my ass was ready for him before he plunged in.

"Oh, my God, Kevin. That feels fabulous. God-damn! That ring really makes a difference," I managed to squeak out.

"Good. That's what I wanted, Matt. I wanted it to be special for you."

He fucked in and out, each time grazing my prostate with the head of his cock, as he usually did, but also with his PA ring. It was more than I could handle, and I came in less than twenty strokes. I tried to hold my cum back, but I couldn't.

"I'm not stopping," he said.

"No. Don't."

He continued to fuck me hard, and my penis never lost its erection, even though I had shot cum.

Kevin made little circles with his butt and cock, so he really massaged my sweet spot over and over. The next time I came, I held back shooting, but only by a hair. He came, too, that time, but I knew he didn't shoot.

We kept that up for forty-five minutes or more, and I probably came six times. I lost count. Kevin came that many times, too-or close to it-and I knew our final orgasm would be one to write up in a diary or something: He made the earth move; I nearly fainted.

When we were both thoroughly satisfied and Kevin had started to soften up, he pulled out.

"Goddamn, that was fucking awesome for me," he said. "Was it good for you?"

I didn't say anything for a few moments. How do you tell a guy who had already given you many times the best sex you could imagine that he had just outdone himself by two?

"God, I love you," I said. "That was the best ever, man. And you know that nobody else has ever pleased me as you have. It was fuckin' awesome."

He just smiled. "Gimme a smoke," he said. We both lit up, smoked our cigarettes, and went to sleep.

We woke up an hour or so later.

"Let's swim," he said.

It was late November, but the pool was heated and the air was still very warm. Kevin surprised me by producing little charms for our nipple rings. His big surprise, though, was his pulling out and putting on his PA a little padlock. He made a big show of putting the key in a little rectangular locket and putting the locket on a chain around my neck. He could have probably broken the lock to take it off any time he wanted to, of course, but it was a symbolic gesture that said I had the key to his cock and, by extension, to his heart. While the lock was small, it was much too large to try to get it into somebody's ass-or pussy, for that matter-without doing real damage. I started to tear up.

"Happy birthday, Matt. No crying, pussy-boy. You know I belong to you. So shut the fuck up with the crying."

"Yes, sir, pussy-man," I said. He got a kick out of that and laughed.

We laughed and played in the pool for a long time. Then we got out and let the warm air dry us. It was almost dark, and Denis and Frank weren't home yet. We got ice cold beers out of the clubhouse, which is what we called that magnificent facility in our back yard, and we lay together on an extra-large lounge chair. We smoked, we drank our beers, and we luxuriated in each other. We drifted off to sleep.

The next thing we knew, Frank and Denis were standing over our lounge chair. Kevin and I were both hard from sleeping.

"Hi, boys," Frank said. "It looks like you've been to the piercer again."

"Yes, sir," Kevin said. "And Matt's the only one who will ever have the key to this lock. It's my main birthday present to him." He took the little padlock into his hand and showed it to Frank and Denis.

"I think our boys really like one another, Frankie," Denis said.

"Brilliant deduction, Sherlock. Let's have a drink to celebrate the fact and to celebrate Matt's birthday."

We all had drinks on the patio. Frank and Denis got naked, too.

"Why didn't you ever think of doing what Kevin has done, Frank," Denis asked.

"I don't know. Why didn't you?"

"It just never occurred to me," Denis said. "Did it ever occur to you?"

"Nope, but I think it's sexy as fucking hell," Frank said.

"Well, it's just a symbolic gesture, Dad, but it's a genuine gesture of love."

"I know it is, son, and, as I said, it's pretty fucking sexy."

I was surprised to hear Kevin call Frank "dad" and Frank to call him "son." It was rather touching.

Kevin stood up.

"Now figuring out how to take a piss with all this shit is gonna be something else," Kevin said. "Who wants to watch?"

We all did, of course, and it was a little embarrassing in front of Denis, my dad, and all. But Kevin wasn't the least bit embarrassed. He walked over to a flower bed, moved the ring and padlock out of the way of his stream, pulled his skin all the way back, and let loose with a stream of urine that was like the proverbial racehorse.

"Well done," Denis said. Then, in a second, he continued. "Whooa. Look at these charms they have on their nipples, Frank. They're little cocks and balls. I never thought about that."

They both examined our charms carefully. Frankly, having anybody fool with my nipples made me hard, and that night was no exception. When I looked over at Kevin, he obviously felt the same way because he started getting hard, too. There we stood, two gay boys in front of our gay fathers, becoming hard as steeples. The weight of the ring, plus the added weight of the padlock, had kept Kevin a little more distended than usual when he was soft, and, when he got hard, his skin pulled up behind the head of his cock.

"Whooa. Did we do that to you guys," Frank asked. "You know we've never done anything sexual with you, Kevin, and we're not about to start now."

"It's the nipple rings, Frank. We know you guys aren't into 'son-fun.' It just happened; that's all. Besides y'all have seen me hard a million times, and you've seen Matt hard, too."

"I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea, Kevin. That's all." Frank sounded relieved. Then, "God, Denis, is that not the most beautiful cock you've ever seen," Frank asked with a type of fatherly pride.

"Yours isn't bad, my friend," Denis said.

"I know, and neither is yours or Matt's, but you have to admit, Kevin has the best of us all."

I wondered what Kevin was thinking just then. There were the two men who had raised him praising his cock. As usual, Kevin's erection was at something close to a sixty degree angle, like maybe 2:30, and he was just grinning.

"Whose turn is it to cook," he asked. "I know it's not mine."

"It's mine," Frank said. Cooking for us meant warming up the wonderful dishes the houseboys made for us twice a week.

"Let me help you and leave these two alone," Denis said, and the two of them went into the house.

Once they were gone, Kevin said, "Man, I need to get off."

He didn't wait for me to do anything. He took his cock in his hand and started jerking it. It took him about ten minutes to achieve orgasm. After about a minute, I joined him, and we both nourished the roses on the side of the Club House with our cum. I didn't usually jerk off, but I figured I was actually having sex with Kevin, in a way. We went in and washed our dicks in the locker room of Club House. Cum tended to get all caught up in our PA rings and, especially, in Kevin's new padlock. In no time, Denis came out with place mats, silverware, salt and pepper shakers, and wine glasses. He set a table on the patio for us to eat at. He went into the Club House and made more drinks, including ones for Kevin and me.

"It'll be a few minutes," he said, as he handed us our drinks. Kevin and I usually only drank at parties and on special occasions, but that night was a special occasion for us. It was my birthday, so we drank.

At lunch the next day, I told Todd what Kevin had done with the padlock for my birthday. He had had no idea I had turned nineteen the day before, so he wished me happy birthday, a day late.

"That's awesome, man," he said. Then, after a pause, he continued talking. "I did something different over Thanksgiving, too."

"Oh, yeah? What? Lose a pool game?"

"Very funny. No, I moved in with my lover."

"You have a lover? You never told me that, Todd."

"You met him. He's the guy I was with when you and Kevin ran into us at the movie that night."

"Wow! How old is he," I asked. I realized that was probably none of my business, but the difference in age was obvious.

"He's thirty-eight."

"Damn, that's old."

"Not to me, it isn't. I'm his son. His slave, really."

That last statement made me pull up, and I'm sure Todd noticed it. I had done some reading about dad-son sexual relationships, and I'd also read about master-slave relationships. I was so curious that I'm sure it showed in my face.

"What does that mean," I asked.

"It means my entire life is now devoted to his sexual gratification and pleasure. I've worn his collar since July."

"His collar," I asked.

"Yeah. This thing." He opened his shirt under his tie and showed me the thick stainless steel chain around his neck. I had noticed it before, but I had assumed it was jewelry. It was closed with a padlock.

"What's the relationship like," I asked.

"You'll have to come over-with Kevin, of course-to see it firsthand."

"We will, but tell me about it, man."

"Well, first off, he wants me naked all the time around the house, inside and outside. I can wear clothes for school and other things, but, when I'm in his house, I'm naked."

"What if somebody drops by, like a friend of his or something?"

"Nope. Naked."

"Are you embarrassed," I asked.

"Not if it makes him happy, which it does."

"Shit, man. That's some real love."

"Yeah."

"You ever get hard, just hanging around naked? or in front of company?"

"All the time. He'd like me to be hard all the time, but he knows that's not physically possible or particularly healthy. He also wants my ass greased up at all times when we're home together. He wants to be able to fuck me without any preparation."

"Whoooa! Has he done it?"

"Nearly every day," he grinned shyly.

I really liked that guy. His dark good looks were appealing, of course, but his unique combination of shyness and worldliness was a turn-on for me.

"I've got to work out regularly, too, and I can only shower in the morning, not at night after I'm covered with sweat and cum."

"Damn. What else do you have to do?"

"Well, cook, clean the house, keep his clothes in order, take care of the grocery shopping, pay the bills, mow the lawn. You name it. I'm his slave. I do it all."

"Todd, pardon me for being dense, but why? What do you get out of it? You're a very attractive guy, a brilliant pool player, and you could probably get any guy you wanted. Why subject yourself to that kind of stuff?"

"'Cause that's what I need to be happy, man. I need to be subservient, to be dominated. I need to be used. He uses me as a toilet for piss, too, sometimes."

I just about shit when he said that.

"He pisses on you," I asked, appalled.

"Mostly in my mouth, and I swallow it."

Whoooa! That was just about more than I could take. Fortunately, the bell ending lunch rang just then, and we went to class.

"What are you doing tomorrow afternoon," he asked, as we parted in the hall.

"Nothing," I said.

"Our house. One o'clock. Bring Kevin."

We had a major pep rally that afternoon, but I was so distracted by everything Todd had told me, I really didn't get into it. Plus, I really didn't want Newton to win that night, anyway.

At home that afternoon, I did my homework and ate with Frank and Denis, as usual. We left the house earlier than we did for most home games. Actually, Newton was really the "home" team, so we went to my campus instead of to Colton.

The game was great, Kevin was fabulous, and Colton won by eighteen points. Frank and Denis and I went to Shoney's for our usual post-game feed. This time, though, Kevin joined us after we had ordered.

We all freaked when he walked up to the table.

"What are you doing here," I asked. "Why aren't you with the team?"

"Because I wanted to be with you, Pimple Dick. Any objections?"

Frank and Denis laughed, and I knew I blushed bright red.

"No. Of course not. Have a seat," I said, and he sat in the booth next to me.

We talked about how great the game was and about how wonderfully he had played. He had gotten sacked once, and I asked him if that had hurt.

"No. It gave me a hard-on," he said.

Again, more laughter, but I wondered why he was acting that way. I then realized he had showered after the game, and I wondered if the other guys had teased him about the PA and the padlock on it.

"Something happened, didn't it," Frank asked.

Kevin lit a cigarette and bowed his head as he let out the smoke.

"What was it," Frank insisted.

"I got into a fight," he said softly, almost in a whisper.

"Tell us what happened," Denis said.

Kevin didn't say anything for a few moments. Then the story started.

"It was in the shower after the game. The asshole who missed his block and let me get sacked noticed my dick piercing and the padlock, and he said that I must be queer." Then he stopped.

"And...," Frank encouraged him.

"And I said 'fuck you' to the guy. He said, 'you'd like that, wouldn't you?' I said, 'in a pig's ass?' For some reason, what I thought was just banter really pissed him off. He hadn't played well, and Coach had really reamed him out in front of everybody. I knew he was in a bad mood.

" 'So answer me, Smythe. You're queer, aren't you,' he said. I said 'why, you interested?' He said 'you fucking fruit.' He was right next to me and pushed me hard into the wall and I fell down. I lost it and went after him. I beat the shit out of him, and then I left the shower room with him on the floor bleeding from his nose and mouth, I guess."

"Oh, son," Frank said. "I'm so sorry."

"For what, Dad? That I won't take shit like that off assholes?"

"No, of course not. I'm just sorry you had to have that experience on what should have been a night of triumph for you."

"Yeah, well, thanks. That's why I wanted to be with my family instead of with the team."

Kevin's revelation put a real damper on the festivities. We ate in almost total silence. I knew he was hurting inside, and I couldn't wait for us to be able to get away. As soon as we had finished our food, he and I left.

In the parking lot, we agreed to meet at a park not far from Shoney's and not far from our house. We were in separate cars, and I thought about what to say to him on the drive over there.

We got to the park at the same time, and we went over to a swing set and sat in swings next to one another. He was totally silent, but I knew he needed me.

"Do you think any of the guys on the team thought the same thing as that asshole," I asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care. But I'd never deny our love or what we do sexually, if they forced me to commit myself," he said.

Then I felt like shit because I pretty much knew I would deny it. He was so poised and self-confident that I felt completely inadequate.

"I wouldn't out myself just to do it, and I'd use every verbal trick I could think of to get around it. But if it was balls to the wall, I wouldn't lie. I can't. Not about that." "I know, Baby, I know," I said. "And I love you even more for it." I reached around my neck and took the locket and chain off. I handed it to him.

"What's this for," he asked.

"I just thought you might want to take the padlock off, at least."

"No, sir," he said. "This is your property," he said, rubbing his dick, "and that's the way I want it."

"But if you're going to get into fights because of it...."

"One fight," he said, "and that asshole has had it coming to him for years. He's always picking on effeminate guys who can't or won't defend themselves physically, and that has always pissed me off. He won't be doing that again in my presence, at least."

"Are you sure, Babe?"

"Matt, I've never been surer of anything in my life. I love you, and I want you to be mine for the rest of my life."