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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 7
After a wonderful summer, I really dreaded going back to school. For one thing, I liked being able to stay up as late as I wanted and to sleep as late as I wanted. Kevin often dragged me out of bed before I was really ready, but most of the time he compensated by doing something really sweet, like giving me a blow job in the shower. We had a grand time at the place across the lake Labor Day weekend, and then, on Tuesday, I had to start at my new school.
Actually, the summer had ended earlier than that for Kevin. He played football for Colton Academy, and their summer training and practices started in the middle of August. He had had to be at practice by seven o'clock every morning, so there hadn't been time for our leisurely showers. In fact, I'd started sleeping in my own room, and I wasn't even aware of when he left.
A typical day for me started around ten. I'd get up, drink a cup of coffee, glance at the newspaper, and then go out to the patio. I'd lounge around the pool naked, reading whatever book I was working on from the summer reading list Newton imposed. Kevin would get home around one o'clock. He was always sweaty and very dirty from his practice, and sometimes he still had his uniform on. In any case, I'd undress him on the patio, and he would slump down into a lounge chair, exhausted. At first, he went right to sleep, still filthy. Then, he started inviting me to join him on the lounger.
The first time that happened, I was a little reluctant. He was really sweaty, and there were spots of obvious dirt on his face. But he had a really needy look on his face, and I couldn't resist. Once I was in the chair with him, his aroma was overpowering. Not in a bad sense, though. It was overpowering sexually. We were both nude, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder when I got in the chair with him. I caught his body odor full force, and it immediately sent my dick to full salute.
"That fella seems to need some attention," he said.
"Yeah, I guess he does," I replied.
He wrapped his hand around my cock and held it gently. Before he even started stroking me, I kissed him passionately on his mouth.
"Wow. You're really horny today," he said, jokingly.
"God, Kevin, it's the way you smell."
"Pretty rank, huh?"
"Oh, no, Babe. You smell of pure man. I can't get enough of it."
I kissed him again, and his cock started responding. Pretty soon it was as hard as mine. I trailed my kisses down his chest, stopping at each nipple. Then I went for his crotch.
"Wait a minute, Babe," he said. "You don't want my cock in its condition."
"What do you mean," I asked. "Of course, I do."
"No, Matt. Let me wash it first. I know it's gotta be loaded with cheese after all I've been through this morning."
I wasn't sure what he was talking about. Kevin was very fastidious about keeping his penis clean, and he would take extra care in the shower to make sure the part under his foreskin was cleaned properly. I had never noticed anything unusual about it before. This talk of cheese had me curious.
"Let me be the judge of that," I said. I continued kissing his lower stomach, and my nostrils were picking up more and more of a scent I loved but couldn't identify.
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you if you puke," he said.
"Fat fucking chance," I said.
When I got to his cock, the aroma was overwhelming. It smelled so good I almost came. I kissed the top part of it, the part nearest his hair, and it tasted wonderful. As I got lower down on it, the smell and taste got stronger and better. I pulled back the skin to see the head, and I found a deposit of white, almost transparent, residue. The odor coming from it made my mouth water. Literally. I tentatively touched it with my tongue, and the taste was magnificent. It was sweet and salty at the same time. I took the head into my mouth, and it was as though I had tasted the nectar of the gods. I started sucking his cock like it was a fast-melting popsicle.
Kevin's cock is a full eight inches long, and about five inches around when it's fully hard, and I had never been able to take more than half of it into my mouth before that day. That time, though, my throat opened automatically, and I went down on him all the way to his pubes. He moaned with pleasure, and I was in ecstasy. That "cheese" substance was ambrosia to me, and I couldn't get enough of it. I stayed on his cock, sucking it, licking it, trying to swallow it, for twenty minutes, I'd guess, and finally he came in a great outpouring of seed. I managed to swallow most of it, but some leaked down my chin. God, it was wonderful.
Meanwhile, my own internal sexual urges made me come, and he and I spurted at the same moment.
"Damn, Matt, what have you been doing to make you so fucking horny," he asked.
"Nothing," I said, when I had finally recovered and could talk again. "But I've never been so turned on by your body before. Whatever is in that 'cheese' needs to be patented and sold for a huge amount of money."
"You really liked that," he asked, incredulously.
"God, Kevin, I'd kill for that smell and taste. What the hell was that?"
"It was dick cheese," he said. "Uncut guys like me have to be really careful about that. It's really bad when I've been sweating a lot. It's one of the hazards of a foreskin. I think the technical name for it is smegma."
"Hazards," I said. "Hell, it's one of the benefits, as far as I'm concerned."
He grinned one of his Kevin grins. Then he kissed me.
"You know, Babe, that's reason number 763 why I love you."
"Eating the cheese," as we called it, became a standard part of every day from then on. I've read since then that women develop the same substance around the clitoris and labia of their pussies. Some scientists believe that smegma is a natural aphrodisiac that might well have kept the human race alive in the earliest days of the species. I don't know about that. I do know, though, that it turned my ass on something fierce.
After Kevin got home and we got it on, he'd rest and sleep in the sun. At first, he had wanted to take a shower, but I convinced him his aroma was too good to wash down the drain. I would continue reading, often napping, too, if the book wasn't keeping my full attention. We'd finally shower around six o'clock, and, once again, we'd make love.
I had read about gay men being either tops or bottoms, but, it seemed, neither Kevin nor I had invariable preferences. Sometimes he would suck me and I would fuck him. Other times, we'd reverse roles. As the days of summer came to an end, we'd have dinner with our dads around seven, they'd retire to their study to read or watch TV or to do whatever they did in private, and Kevin and I had the full run of the house. Sometimes we'd go out for a while, often just riding around and getting a snowball somewhere. Other times we'd stay home and play in the pool. Sometimes Dave and Larry would come over, and, when they did, we usually ended in a four-way fuck-fest. It was really a great life.
Finally school started. I was super-nervous about the first day. Kevin and I came home from across the lake earlier than the dads did because I wanted some quiet, private time with him. I had been to Newton a couple of times before the first day. Once I went and had a session with my counselor to plan my schedule. The second time I went to an orientation session that was for freshman and a few of us new upperclassmen. Consequently, I didn't feel completely lost. Nevertheless, I was still anxious about what this new place would be like.
I woke up around 5:30 on the first day of school. Kevin and I had slept together that night. We had set the alarm for 6:30, which was really more time than we needed. School started at 8:30 at both places, and we weren't far from either. That morning, though, my nervousness woke me very early.
I lay in bed for about fifteen minutes, trying to get back to sleep. Kevin was soft and warm next to me, and, ordinarily, his presence would have given me a hard-on of huge proportions. That morning, though, nothing happened. He was hard, and he had his dick pushed up against my thigh, but even that didn't affect me. Finally, after fifteen minutes, I got up and went into the bathroom. I took a piss and then got into the shower.
In a minute, Kevin opened the shower door and came in with me. He was still hard, and I wondered if he had pissed.
"Hi," he said. "I didn't hear the clock go off."
"Because it didn't," I said. "It's not even six o'clock yet. I'm sorry I woke you up."
"That's no problem, Babe. If you're up, I want to be up, too."
He put his arms around me from behind, and I felt his erection over the top of my crack. I must have stiffened up unconsciously because he let me go and turned me around.
"Is this a bad time," he asked. His concern for me was all over his face, and I was so overcome by his tenderness that I started to cry.
"You're scared, aren't you," he asked.
I was afraid to speak. I nodded, instead.
"Just let it out, Babe. It'll make you feel better."
He hugged me to him, and I put my head on his shoulder and cried. I could literally feel the fear and anxiety washing out of me with my tears, and Kevin's strong arms around me let me know I had nothing to fear as long as I had him. He held me for a long time, and my tears stopped flowing. His desire for me, made known by his erection, hadn't faded in the least during all that time, and my own penis responded to him with an erection of its own.
"Make love to me," I said.
Kevin turned off the water, reached outside the shower stall for towels, and dried us both off. He picked me up like a small child and carried me to his bed. For the next thirty minutes we made grand, passionate love. He lay on top of me, kissing me deeply and sealing his body onto mine at every point. The pleasure when he entered me was exquisite, and every thrust of his hips sent a huge wave of pure joy through my loins. He was right on my sweet spot, and I was soon to the point of orgasm. I came hard, but I managed not to shoot cum. I had learned how to hold back by then. Kevin came inside me, but he didn't shoot either.
"Stay with me, Babe," he said. Then he continued to pump me, deeper and deeper, better and better, with each thrust. We each came three more times. Finally, on what was our fifth orgasm, we both ejaculated. Every cell in my body came at that moment, and I felt the most stupendous sense of surrender and oneness I had ever known. We stayed together for several minutes, our chests heaving with the exertion of our passion. Finally, as Kevin was withdrawing from me, the alarm went off. It was 6:30.
He turned off the clock.
"Let's have a smoke before we start the day," he said. We lit up and lay next to one another in the most marvelous afterglow of marvelous sex.
In a few minutes, we got up, showered, shaved, and dressed for the day. I put on my new school uniform: khaki pants, white shirt, school tie, brown loafers, and navy blazer. Kevin dressed almost identically, except his tie was different and his pants were new 501 Levi's that they wore at Colton Academy. We looked sharp, and I envied him the casualness of the jeans.
When I went into his room after I had dressed, he tossed me a fresh pack of Marlboros. I expected him to pick up one for himself, but he didn't.
"Aren't you taking any," I asked.
"Naw. I don't smoke at school. I could if I wanted to, but it's too much of a hassle for jocks who smoke. I'll bum one from you for after breakfast."
We went downstairs together, and Frank and Denis were at the breakfast room table in bathrobes. They said they had gotten up to see us off to school. They had also made a huge breakfast of fresh waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, and grits. There were coffee and juice waiting, too, and copies of the morning paper for both of us. We dove into the food, and chatted about the summer and how its end had come all too quickly. When we were finished eating, Kevin took a cigarette from me and dove into the morning paper. Frank and Denis read theirs, too, so I did the same. It was only 7:15, still too early to leave, even for the first day, so we sat there reading for a while. By 7:45 we were ready to go.
Frank and Denis wished us well on the first day of the year, and Kevin and I walked to the garage at the back of the property.
"I wish I was going with you," he said when we got to the garage.
"Not as much as I wish you were," I said, and we both grinned.
"I'll think about you all day. They'll probably kick me out for being hard all the time," he said. We both laughed, but a little nervously.
"Me, too," I said.
"Don't forget, I've got practice after school today. I won't be home until around five. But I'll want to hear every detail of what happens today, okay?"
"Okay," I said. We kissed each other goodbye, perhaps with a little more heat than the occasion warranted. I gave Kevin two cigarettes, one for his trip to school and one for his trip home, and we drove off.
My first day at Newton wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. I started off the day with French IV, then went to AP English, AP European History, and then lunch. Lunch was the first time I had any time to be alone. I went down to the cafeteria and went through the sandwich line. I found a place at an empty table and sat down to eat. In a minute, a guy joined me.
"Mind if I sit with you," he asked. "I'm new here, and I really don't know anybody."
"No, please do," I said. "I'm new here, too. My name's Matt Smythe," I said, extending my hand.
"Hi, Matt. I'm Joey French." We shook hands rather formally.
"I just moved here at the start of the summer," I said. "From California."
"I just moved here, too. But I came from Pennsylvania. Opposite sides of the country."
"So, do you like it so far," I asked.
"Well, it seems to be just like the school I went to back home. Even down to the uniform. Different tie, of course." We both chuckled politely.
"I went to public school in San Diego," I said, "so even the uniform is new to me. The classes seem to be pretty good, though."
"Yeah, can't complain," he said. "Are you gonna join any clubs?"
"I don't know. What are you interested in," I asked.
"They have a computer club," he said. "I'll probably join that."
"Are you into computers," I asked, rather lamely.
"Yeah. You?"
"Not really. I fool around on the Web a little, but that's about all."
"Oh, man, I love the Web. I have my own site. You ought to check it out. There's a secret link on it. See if you can find it." He wrote the URL for his page on a small slip of paper, and I put it in my pocket.
We ate in silence for a time. Finally, Joey said, "I wish there was someplace around here I could smoke."
"There is," I said.
"Really? And not get in trouble?"
"Yeah. At least that's what I was told. It's out back, behind the gym."
After we had both finished our lunches, he asked, "Do you smoke?"
I nodded.
"Well, let's go find the place."
We got up, threw away our trash, and, on the way out, I noticed a guy with a pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. We stopped to ask him about the smoking area, and he told us exactly where it was. He said he'd be out there in a few minutes.
The smoking area was a kind of porch that ran across the back of the gym. There was a sign that said "Designated Smoking Area," and there were a number of guys, and a few girls, back there already. Joey and I lit up and sat on one of the benches.
I heard part of the conversation of three guys that were down from us a ways.
"Shit, man, I know there are queers in this school," one of them said.
"Yeah, takes one to know one," another boy said.
"Fuck you, Anderson," the first one replied matter-of-factly.
"See what I mean," Anderson said. He and the other boy laughed.
"Well, don't it bother you," the first boy said.
"No, Billy, it doesn't. I mean, why should it? I'm not interested, but I also don't care who is."
"Billy, you're just homophobic," the third boy said. "I've known there were gay people at this school since I was in the seventh grade, but nobody has ever come on to me. Who gives a fuck about what they do?"
"You listening to that conversation," Joey asked me.
"Yeah. Kinda," I replied.
"Would it bother you if there were gays in class with you," he asked me.
"No. Would it bother you?"
"Hell, no," he said. Then, after a pause, "You ever take a look at any of the gay sites on the Web?"
"No," I lied. "You?"
"Sure. They're some of the best, technically. I've learned a lot from them."
"Like what," I asked.
"Well, how to incorporate video and sound and Java. Stuff like that."
I wondered if Joey also learned other things from those sites. I certainly had.
I finished my smoke. Then I said, "I'm gonna head back in. I'm not real sure where my next class is, and I don't want to be late. See you later."
"Okay, Matt. Catch ya later, dude." I went to the library and took a magazine off the rack. I sat at a table and I started thinking about Kevin. Rather, I continued thinking about Kevin and the intensity of the sex we had had that morning. I quickly developed an erection, but I wasn't worried since I knew nobody could see it. Kevin had a cellular phone with him, and I had one, too. I called his number, but there was no answer. This is silly, I thought. I put my phone away just as one of the librarians came over to ask me not to use it in the library because it might interfere with the computers that were scattered all around. I wonder how a phone could interfere with a computer, I thought. I focused on the magazine, and my erection gradually subsided.
My afternoon classes began with calculus. From there I went to AP Physics, and then, finally, art. I had finished my PE requirements in my freshman and sophomore years, so my day was full of classroom stuff. I didn't care, although I wouldn't have minded having a little physical activity during the day.
There were announcements during the last five minutes of sixth period, and I heard them say the Computer Club was meeting that afternoon and that new members were welcome. I thought about Joey and wondered if he would be going to that meeting. He was a really nice looking kid, very friendly, and somebody I could be friends with. I toyed with the idea of going to the meeting but then decided I'd be completely outclassed by all the guys who had been programming since birth.
The bell rang as the announcements were finishing. I went to my locker to get the books I needed for homework, and then I went out to my car. The parking place next to me had been empty when I'd gotten there that morning, but it was now occupied by a black Mitsubishi Eclipse. I was a little sorry I hadn't gotten one of those, but it probably cost more than I had been allotted. I took a look inside, and it was filthy. The ashtray was brimming over, there were books and papers all over the back, and there were three soft drink cups on the floor on the passenger side.
Just as I was busy checking out the car, it's owner approached. I recognized the guy but didn't know from where. I'd seen so many new faces in my classes that day that I didn't have a clue as to who this guy might be.
"You like the car," he asked by way of greeting.
"I sure do," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't get one."
"Thanks. Yours isn't bad, though, dude."
"Thanks. I like it all right."
"By the way, I'm Todd Anderson." He extended his hand and we shook. "Didn't I see you out on the smoking porch after lunch?"
"Yeah, you might have," I said. "I'm Matt Smythe."
At that moment I put the guy into place. He had been one of the three discussing gays at Newton. He had taken the liberal live-and-let-live view to his friend's homophobia. Todd was a great looking guy--about five feet, six inches tall, obviously muscular, and with a model's face. His hair was dark, almost black. I could see the shadow of his beard, and I wondered if he had shaved that morning. His skin was a shade of olive that was really nice.
"You're new here, aren't you, Matt?"
"Yeah. This was my first day."
"I've been going here since the seventh grade," Todd said. "Did everything go okay for you?"
I thought that was an unusually pleasant thing for him to ask.
"Yeah. Real good," I replied.
"Well, we don't have any classes together, but we'll probably get to know one another pretty well," he said. "After all, we'll be parking next to one another all year."
As we were talking, Todd opened his car, threw his books into the back, and pulled out a gym bag. He took off his blazer and tie, and then he started unbuttoning his shirt. He was wearing a white tee shirt, but he didn't disturb that. He undid his belt and zipper and pulled his pants off. He was wearing pure white briefs, and I could see the outline of a pretty good basket inside. He sat down in the driver's seat and pulled a pair of Levi's out of his gym bag. Then he slipped his loafers off, removed his pants, and replaced them with the jeans. Next he put on a pair of Nikes. The whole time this was going on, we kept up a steady stream of pleasant chatter.
"Do you always change clothes in the parking lot," I asked.
He laughed. "A lot of times I do. Depends on what's going on after school, though."
"I don't mean to be nosy, but . . . ."
"But what the hell am I doing this for?" We both laughed.
"Well, yeah."
"I'm going to try to meet some guys in a few minutes to shoot pool, and I don't want to show up in my uniform."
"That makes sense, I guess," I said.
"By the way, can I bum a smoke? I'm fresh out, and I'm dying for one."
"Sure thing," I said. I pulled my pack out and offered it to him. He flipped open the box with practiced ease, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter that was on the shift console.
"Thanks," he said, handing me the pack.
"So, are you really into pool," I asked.
"Gotta be, man. It's the way I earn my living."
"Earn your living?" I'm sure my face registered disbelief.
"Yep. Somebody's got to pay for me to go to this school. And I've got a pretty heavy payment on this ride, too."
"So, what do you do? Teach people how to play?"
He looked at me with a wry grin that let me know he thought I must be pretty naive.
"No, man. I hustle."
"Hustle?"
"Yeah. I go into pool halls and bet guys I can beat `em. I'm pretty good, so I usually win. I'll probably pick up around a hundred bucks this afternoon and tonight."
"Wow. That's pretty good." I didn't know what else to say to that revelation.
"About average. Weekends are when I make the bigger bucks."
Todd was finished dressing and seemed to be ready to go.
"Where do you play," I asked.
"I work several places. Right now I headed for a place called Rack & Cue. Want to come with me?"
The very thought of knowing a pool hustler was kind of exciting to me, and I got even more excited when he asked me to go with him.
"Sure. Where is it?"
He gave me directions, which weren't really clear. He ended up telling me to follow him.
The Rack & Cue was a large, cavernous place with few windows and lots of pool tables. I was surprised that most of them were in use at 3:30 in the afternoon. I wasn't really sure why I had followed Todd or what I was doing in this place, but I guess I figured I'd have to make friends and that this was a start. I had taken off my coat and tie, but I felt a little out of place dressed in a white shirt and khaki pants. I knew why Todd had wanted to change.
Todd bought us each cokes and himself a pack of cigarettes, and he got a rack of balls for us to play. I'm a decent pool player, but it was obvious I wasn't even close to Todd's league. While we played, we talked.
Todd told me his father was a bus driver for the city and his mother worked part- time in the office of a small plumbing company. They made enough money for them to live in a small house in a working-class neighborhood, but there wasn't anything left over to pay for his education. His great-uncle, who had raised his father, had paid for his tuition and related expenses until the end of his freshman year, but then the old man had died. He left an estate, but it all went to his own children. Todd had decided he wanted to stay at Newton because he thought he'd have a better chance at a college scholarship, so he started earning money to pay his way. His parents knew what he was doing, but they didn't object as long as he stayed out of trouble.
I told him as much about myself as I wanted him to know. I mentioned moving from San Diego and having a half-brother, which is what Kevin and I had decided we'd tell people we were.
He asked me how I felt about gays, and I told him I didn't have a problem with them.
"Me, either," he said. "Hell, I've even fooled around a couple of times with guys I've met shooting pool. It started when one guy couldn't pay up. He gave me a blowjob in payment, and it was pretty fucking good."
"Did you guys do anything else," I asked.
"Not with him. I have with other guys, though."
"Like what?"
"Well, you know. Jerked off. Sucked each other off. Hell, I've even fucked a guy and been fucked back."
He watched me closely for my reaction, and I made it a point to have none.
"That doesn't gross you out," he asked.
"Not really. Do you want it to?"
"No. Of course not. I just hate it when assholes like Billy run gay guys down. He's probably never had sex with anything but his fist, but he's always bashing the fags at school."
"I overheard your conversation today," I confessed.
"I figured you had. That's why I brought it up."
We let the subject drop. Todd was continually scanning the room looking for a likely victim. Finally he spotted someone.
"I see a guy that ought to be a pretty easy mark," he said. "He lost fifty bucks to me last week. I'm gonna go see if he wants a chance to get his money back."
He left me at the table and went over to where the other guy was. He was in his mid-twenties, and he had on a dress shirt and tie that was undone at the neck. He looked like a businessman of some sort, maybe even a lawyer. I watched Todd approach him and shake his hand. It appeared that they agreed to play a game. They both put up twenty dollars, and off they went. Todd ran the table in two turns and pocketed the money. Then he returned to our table.
"That was an easy score," he said when he got back to our table. "He said his boss is coming in in a little while to kick my ass, though. I told him I hoped not, but I'd be willing to take him on." Then, "You want a beer?"
It was early for me to have anything to drink, but I said yes anyway. He came back with two drafts. We shot another game or two, and then the boss came in. He wasn't much older than the other guy. The two of them talked, then the boss walked over to us. He introduced himself and said he heard Todd had some easy money to unload.
"I got some dough, yeah," Todd said. "It won't be all that easy, though."
"Rack the table. Let's see how it goes."
They played a quick game for twenty dollars, and Todd lost. The other guy was good, but I couldn't help wondering if that wasn't part of Todd's strategy.
They played another game for another twenty, and Todd took that one. The guy then asked if Todd wanted to shoot for fifty, and Todd said okay. Todd won that one, but it was really close. I could tell the guy was getting hooked on Todd's hustle. Todd said he had to be going, but the guy insisted on one more game. Todd reluctantly gave in, provided they make it double or nothing. The guy checked his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.
"Will this do," he asked. Todd nodded, and the game began.
That game of pool was something else to watch. Todd took his time breaking, and he sank two balls on the first shot. Then he lit a cigarette and studied the table. Before he shot, he asked the guy if he wanted a beer. They guy said he did, and Todd asked me to get them for all three of us. While I was at the bar, the younger dude came over, so I got one for him, too. When I got back with the beers, Todd still hadn't shot. He took a long gulp, tucked his cigarette into the corner of his mouth, and then took his shot. He sank two balls.
Again he studied the table with considerable deliberation. He shot and missed.
The other guy tried a two-rail bank and missed.
"Tough shot," Todd said and smiled.
He crushed his smoke out on the floor, took a sip of his beer, and proceeded to run the table. I could tell the guy was pissed, but he didn't say anything.
"You want to try to get this back," Todd asked.
"Not today," the older man said. "I'm out of cash. But I'll get your ass one of these days."
"We could always play for blowjobs," Todd said. He grabbed his crotch and kind of rubbed it. Then Todd laughed, and the rest of us did, too.
Once they were gone, I congratulated Todd on his victory.
"Thanks. Not bad. A hundred and fifty bucks. And it's only 4:30."
I hadn't noticed the time, but I knew I wanted to be home when Kevin got home from practice. I told Todd I'd see him the next day at school, and I left. All the way home I kept thinking about Todd and what it might be like to get to know him on a more intimate level.
Kevin came home around 5:15, and he was really beat. We talked a little about the practice and about our respective days, then he went into his room for a nap. I had already said I'd be in charge of dinner, which consisted of warming up one of the meals the houseboys had cooked the Friday before.
Dinner was at 7:30. The dads came home around 6:30 and made themselves drinks. They offered me one, but I declined. Around seven they told me to go wake up Kevin, so I did. He had showered before leaving school, so he stayed in bed for another twenty minutes and then joined us at the table.
The talk that night was all about our first day of school. They all wanted to know everything that had happened to me. How were my classes? Did I meet anyone? What did I think of Newton? I talked about school, but I didn't say anything about Joey or Todd. After dinner, Kevin and I went upstairs.
I had already done all of my homework while Kevin was sleeping, and he didn't seem to have any. It turned out he had back-to-back study hall periods at the end of the day, so he had already gotten it done, too. He told me that he thought he'd be able to finish it just about every day. Apparently that was a concession to athletes so they could keep up their grades and still practice like hell.
We talked about our days, but I didn't mention Todd. I told him I had met Joey and that he was a real computer nut. I also mentioned that he frequented gay Web sites.
"Maybe he'll find the one with us on it," Kevin said.
That hadn't occurred to me, but I saw it was a distinct possibility.
By ten both of us were yawning. Kevin was stretched out on his bed, and I was seated in a chair next to it. He started absentmindedly rubbing his crotch, which I could tell was swelling to his touch. He looked at me, grinned, and then patted the bed to indicate he wanted me to join him.
"You horny," he asked after I'd gotten into the bed with him.
"Yes," I said quietly. "I thought about you in school today, and I got an erection."
"I did the same thing," he said. "Only I thought about you."
I chuckled.
"What's so funny," he asked.
"I knew what you meant, Kevin," I replied in a mock-sarcastic tone.
"Oh, is that right," he said, mimicking my sarcasm. "Well, give me a kiss, then, for being sarcastic."
I did as he said, and we were off on a grand adventure. It was after eleven when we finished and both dozed in each other's arms.