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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 14
The football playoffs distracted us from the up-coming holidays, but we managed to plan a very elaborate party, anyway. It was to be on December 23rd, a date Frank and Denis had entertained on for years. It was always a black tie affair, and I needed a tux. Kevin owned his own, but I had rented one the one time before in my life I had worn one-to the Junior-Senior Prom at my old school in San Diego. I assumed I'd rent one for the party.
"Rent? Why rent," Denis had asked at breakfast one morning a week before the party. "You'll need it all through the Mardi Gras season. It's better to buy."
"Really," I asked. I had never known anyone who actually owned a tuxedo.
"Yeah, man. I've had mine for two years, and I had another one before that that I outgrew," Kevin said. "I don't wear it all that much, but it fits me like a glove. You gotta get one."
"Will you take charge of that for me," Denis asked Kevin.
"Sure, Denis. We'll go shopping this afternoon after school." After the football season, Kevin had his afternoons to himself and to me. "I guess he needs everything."
"Like what," I asked.
"Well, shoes, shirts, cufflinks, studs. The works."
"Yeah, I do," I said. "I don't have any of that shit." By then I felt as comfortable cursing in front of Frank and Denis as Kevin did. Wow! What a transformation!
"Good, so meet me here right after school, and I'll take you shopping," Kevin said.
Kevin took me to Rubenstein Brothers that afternoon after school, and in an hour we had spent almost three thousand dollars on one suit and the things that went with it. Kevin insisted I get a pair of onyx cufflinks and a set of matching studs that were $800, four shirts (two wing-collar and two regular-collar shirts), a two-hundred-dollar pair of patent leather shoes, two black bow ties, and an extra pair of pants for the suit. He also made me buy a white vest and a white bow tie. ("For really formal occasions," he said.) The pants and coat had to be altered, but we did get to take home the rest of the stuff. Frank and Denis were pleased with my purchases, but they both hoped I hadn't gotten a suit that was too cheap. That really blew my mind. Kevin assured them I hadn't.
I don't know why, but that night Kevin was unusually horny. He was always horny, as was I, but every once in a while he would really get turned on. And, when he did, he'd want to try some unusual things.
Right after dinner, I had to have a bowel movement, so I went up to our bathroom. Kevin followed me up the stairs without my knowing it. Once I had my pants down and was sitting to take my crap, Kevin came in naked and hard.
"What's up, Babe," I asked, not realizing the irony of what I had just said.
Kevin looked at me with a little puzzlement on his face, as though to say, can't you fucking tell? He came over to me and sat down on my lap.
My first reaction was to tell him to get the fuck off me, but I could see mischief in his eyes. Kevin's mischief usually ended in stupendous orgasms for both of us, so I didn't say anything.
I still had my school shirt on, so Kevin started unbuttoning it. When he took it off me, he kissed me hotly and passionately. He was always a great kisser, but that was one of his best. I started getting aroused, and he noticed, of course, when my hard-on started hitting his ass. When I was fully hard, he raised up enough to impale himself on my cock. We were so close, his cock was rubbing on my stomach and chest, and he started raising and lowering himself to fuck. He played with my nipples, and that just aroused me even more.
"Babe, this is incredible," I said.
"I know. It is for me, too. Let out some shit. See what that feels like."
I did as he said, and the sensation was wild. I did it again, and that seemed to trigger my orgasm. I didn't shoot cum, but I came pretty damn close to doing it.
Kevin didn't stop fucking himself, though, and my dick stayed bone hard in his ass. I still had on the locket with the padlock and key in it, and Kevin opened it and took out the lock. I had no idea what he might want it for. Then, suddenly, I felt his hand on his cock and my right nipple. He padlocked his PA to my nipple ring, and we sat there joined together. Every time he moved up or down, he put pressure on my nipple through the ring, and I got even more aroused than I had been before. After five minutes of Kevin fucking himself on my cock, we both came is shattering climaxes. He slumped forward and hugged me.
We stayed in that position for a few minutes, catching our breaths. I had finished my bowel movement, but I still had to piss.
As the urgency to urinate increased, my bladder really started hurting.
"Get off me, Babe, so I can piss," I said.
"Nope."
"Kev-in. Come on, man. Get off me. I really have to piss bad."
"So piss," he said.
"Come on, Kevin. Don't be an asshole. Let me piss, please."
"I'm serious. Piss if you have to."
"Kevin. Dude. That's nasty."
"No, it isn't. We've done it before. Do it now. I want to see what it feels like from this angle."
I wasn't nearly as grossed out as I wanted to be. In fact, the idea kind of appealed to me a little. Then Kevin pulled a dirty trick. He reached over to the sink and turned the water on. The sound of the water was more than I could endure, and I let loose my piss into him.
"Oh, man," he said, with obvious pleasure. "That feels so fucking good." He started moving back and forth, rubbing his cock on my chest. "You're going to make me come just by pissing in me," he said. And, true to his word, just when I was finishing, his ass contracted around my dick as he went into orgasm.
When his climax subsided, but before he fully caught his breath, he leaned over to kiss me.
"Thank you," he said. "Now I'm going to fuck until you come again." With that, he started moving. The sensation was new and different with his ass full of my piss. It seemed hotter inside him, even though I'm sure it wasn't really, but it turned me on like a racehorse. In a couple of minutes I had one of the hardest internal contractions of my life, and, that time, I couldn't keep from shooting cum.
After my climax, I started softening up inside him, and the contents of his ass started seeping out. When he realized what was happening, he said,
"Okay. Here's what we're going to do. First, unlock the padlock." I did as ordered. "Then, I'll stand up a little so you can pull out, but you stand as far back against the wall as you can so my ass is over the toilet." It took me a second to process what he had said to do, but we pulled it off. He was over the toilet, I was standing up, and my cock was right in his face. I heard a rush of water into the toilet, then a couple of farts, then his shit hitting the water. Talk about an intimate moment.
"I'd suck your cock, Matt, but it's got shit and piss all over it, and even I think that's nasty."
I laughed hard at what my precious boy said, and he finally laughed, too.
After that, we cleaned up and left the bathroom.
"I'm not putting any clothes on," he said. "I'm just a little horny tonight. You don't mind, do you?"
"When I can make a stud like you horny, Babe, I'll put up with a little nudity. Kevin, nothing you do bothers me. Ever."
"You say that now, but some of the stuff I've done in the past has bothered you."
"That was the past, though, Babe. This is now." I meant what I said, too.
"That kinky shit we just did didn't bother you," he asked.
"You know, if you had said, 'What if you run your dick up my ass while you're taking a shit and then piss into me,' I probably would have been a little repulsed. But when you did it, it seemed perfectly natural. I thought that was very intimate."
"You're not just saying that, are you?"
"No. I mean it. I mean, how much more intimate can two guys be, for crying out loud?"
He grinned his wonderful grin at me. "I guess you're right. Sometimes I wish I could get all of you inside my skin. Inside my body."
His penis was starting to swell, and he started playing with it.
"Come over here to the bed," he said. "I want to play with you."
I got in bed next to him on top of the spread. I found that uncomfortable because I figured we'd be having real sex of some kind in no time. I hated the idea of messing up his bedspread.
"Let's pull the covers back," I said. He agreed, so we did.
I got next to him in bed, and he started playing with me. He fooled around with my nipples, he rubbed my balls, he stroked my cock. I got hard almost immediately, of course, and he kept taking me right to the brink of orgasm and pulling me back. He played with himself, too, and I assume he did to himself what he was doing to me-getting really close and then backing down.
"Will you do anything I ask you to do," he asked me.
"Probably," I said. "No. Definitely. Unless it's dangerous."
"It's not dangerous. I want you to jerk off while I watch you."
That I wasn't ready for. We had jerked each other off a bunch of times, of course, but that was in the beginning. And we had even jerked off side-by-side a time or two. By then, though, our orgasms together were either anal or oral, and I felt kind of funny pleasuring myself in front of him.
"Kevin..."
"What? You said you'd do it, and jerking off is definitely not dangerous."
"I know, but that's so private, man."
"I know it is. That's exactly why I want you to do it."
"This whole thing's about intimacy, isn't it," I asked.
"Yep."
"Are you testing me or something?"
"I know how you feel about jerking off, and I want you to share that with me. Are you willing to do it?"
I could tell from everything about the situation that he wanted me to go beyond any holding back. He wanted me at my most vulnerable, my most private, my most intimate. It was a risk, sort of. I knew lots of guys jerked off in front of their friends without a second thought, but he wanted me to reveal a part of myself that I had always been taught was wrong and dirty and bad. But I knew I had no choice, and I wanted to please him.
I took my cock into my hand and started stroking. I had been so close to orgasm for so long that it took no time at all for me to climax. And I knew he wanted me to shoot cum. So I did it.
He watched me intently the whole time, and I actually enjoyed his staring at me. When I came, my orgasm was very intense. I shot my juice onto my chest and stomach, and I lay there exhausted.
"Now it's my turn," he said. He stroked himself hard. He played with his own nipples, and he rubbed his own nut sack. Finally, after a few minutes, he shot his cum all over himself.
"Now we're one," he said. "There's absolutely no barrier between us. We have no secrets from one another."
He wiped his cum off with a Kleenex, and he handed one to me. I cleaned myself up, too. He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. Then he lit one for himself.
"I've said this before, Matt, and I've meant it every time. But I really do love you more than I love myself, Frank, Denis, anything. And I know that you love me the same way. That's what this was all about. Proving to one another that we no longer have separate lives, separate identities. We've given ourselves to each other completely."
There was no irony or jest in his voice. He meant what he said totally and completely, and I knew he was right. I was happier at that moment than I had ever been in my life, and the happiness I felt spilled out of me in tears of joy. He made no attempt to console me or to make me stop crying. He knew what was going on, and he knew no words were necessary. He truly was the alpha male, physically, intellectually, and emotionally.