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 Eight

My first week at Newton went by in a blaze. I barely remember anything that happened after the first day. Joey and I continued having lunch together and then going out to the smoking area for a smoke. On Thursday Todd joined us, as much to bum a smoke, I think, as for our company. I introduced him to Joey, and the three of us talked about the football game Friday night.

"Are you guys going," Joey asked.

"Naw," Todd said. "I've got other plans to take care of." I figured Friday would be a pretty big night for Todd on the pool tables, and no school football game could interfere with his livelihood.

"What about you, Matt," Joey asked.

"I don't know," I said. "You know, my brother plays for Colton, and I'd kind of like to see his game."

"Your brother," Todd asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. Half-brother, really. Same dad, different mothers. I came here to live with my dad."

"How old is he," Todd inquired.

"He's eighteen. Same as me. I'm actually six months older, though, so I guess you could say he's my little brother."

They both chuckled politely at that bit of inane humor.

"Well, damn, guys. I really wanted to go to the game, but I damn sure don't want to go by myself," Joey said.

"Why don't you come to the Colton game with me," I asked.

"Thanks, but let me think about that," Joey said. "There's a guy in the Computer Club I met the other afternoon who might want to go. He's only a sophomore, but he's a nice guy. Please don't think I don't value your invitation, though, Matt."

"Oh, I understand completely," I said. "I'm only going to see my brother play. I don't give a shit about Colton."

Joey finished his smoke and left, no doubt to look for the sophomore he had mentioned.

"Where are you going to be tomorrow night," I asked Todd, with a kind of mischievous grin.

"Rack and Cue. Why don't you drop by after the game. Your brother will probably want to party with the other guys on the team anyway. I might let you play me for a blowjob." He hit me playfully on the arm, so it was hard to know if he was serious or only teasing me.

"I just might," I said, hitting him back. We both laughed and got up to go on to our afternoon classes.

That night, after Kevin and I had made awesome love for the second time that day, I brought up the subject of the football game.

"Kev, are you starting tomorrow night?"

"Damn straight, I am. I've started every game since I was a sophomore." Kevin played quarterback, and I knew he was good, at least by Colton standards. He had told me that the school was so small, compared to some of the private Catholic boys' schools, that just about anybody who could handle a football was on the team. "Why?"

"Cause I'm gonna be there, that's why."

"You're not going to the Newton game," he asked.

"And miss seeing you play the first game of your senior season? What the fuck kind of question is that, you asshole."

He grinned a broad grin and hugged me hard. I knew he was pleased.

"What are you going to do afterwards," I asked him. "Do the guys on the team party after games?"

"Yeah, but I can skip that shit. I'd rather be with you."

"You don't have to, man. I am not entirely without my own resources, after all."

"You going to hang out with that Joey kid," he asked. Kevin was really smart and took school work very seriously, but guys who were really "into" computers and shit like that weren't his cup of tea.

"As a matter of fact, I've got another friend I can hang with."

"Ohhhhhh. So you've been holding out on the Kev, have you?" He tickled me a little and then pulled my dick a couple of times. "Who is this guy?"

"His name is Todd Anderson. We don't have any classes together, but his parking place is next to mine, and we've kind of gotten to be friendly in the smoking area during lunch. He's a really nice guy. You'd like him."

"Does he play sports," Kevin asked.

"Well, let's just say that by some standards he's a professional athlete."

"Goddamn, man. Tell me more. Who is this fucker?"

I told Kevin all about Todd.

When I finished my story, Kevin said, "Hell, I've been to the Rack and Cue a bunch of times. I prefer to hang out at Chubby's place, but that's a good place to shoot pool, too. You and I need to go there sometime."

Then I told Kevin about Todd's comment about playing me for a blowjob.

"I double fucking dare you to do it," he said. "Do it, Matt. And remember every detail to tell me. Hell, I might even show up there myself."

"Are you serious? You wouldn't mind if I lost and had to give him a blowjob?"

"Duh! Does the term 'sex camp' ring any bells in that beautiful head of yours? Do you remember a certain game I won at a certain gay nude recreation area?"

"No, I have no recollection of what it is you speak."

"Asshole. Come here to me."

He grabbed me in a wrestling hold, and we had fun bouncing all over the bed. He was really playful and didn't hurt me a bit. I got him in a few good holds, but he tore loose of them easily.

"Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Alpha Male," I asked in a little boy's voice.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr," he said. Then he really went to town. He shoved his cock up my ass in about thirty seconds, and I submitted to the ecstasy of having Kevin in me.

After school the next day, I told Todd I'd probably see him that night at the Rack and Cue. "My brother said he might drop by."

"Cool," Todd said, as he changed into his pool-shooting uniform.

"I told him about what you said about playing for blowjobs, and he said, 'I double fucking dare you to do it.' Those were his exact words."

Todd looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. He scanned me up and down, stopping for a noticeable inspection of my crotch. Then he looked up and grinned.

"It could happen," he said.

I went home and did my weekend homework. Denis and Frank got home earlier than usual, and they had their usual pre-dinner drink. Since it was Friday, the houseboys had left dinner out for us. We heated it up around 5:30 and were ready to leave for the game at 6:30. The stadium wasn't far, and we got there a good fifteen minutes before kickoff. We had reserved season tickets, so we walked right in and went straight to our seats on the fifty-yard line.

The game started at seven o'clock sharp, and Kevin was amazing. Passing, running the ball, dodging tackles-everything you see in college and pro football games. At one point I got up to take a leak, and in the men's room I overheard two men talking.

"That Smythe kid is fucking unbelievable this year, isn't he?"

"Goddamn, yeah. I've heard Bobby Bowden of FSU might be interested in him. In fact, the rumor is there are scouts in the stadium tonight. That would be the first time in decades a Colton kid was picked up by a first-rate team, if that happened."

"No shit."

"That's what I hear."

My heart started beating a mile a minute. I finished pissing, shook off, put it away, and turned to those men.

"That Smythe kid is my brother," I said as I faced them.

"Really? So why aren't you out there with him?"

"I don't go to Colton. I go to Newton. Besides, football is his thing, not mine. But you guys just made me feel like a million bucks. Thanks, gentlemen." Then I walked out.

I raced back up the stairs of the stadium to where the dads were to report on what I had just heard. I got there just in time to see Kevin throw a fifty yard pass for a touchdown. The crowd went wild. I jumped up on the seat in front of me and screamed my head off. I also knocked over a stadium seat and nearly pushed the lady, whose seat I was standing on, down the stadium. I apologized and, when I told her Kevin was my brother, she kiss me.

Once the excitement had died down, I was finally able to get their attention. "Denis, Frank," I gasped, out of breath from my run and all the cheering. "You won't believe what I just heard in the restroom."

"What," they asked in unison.

"Two guys, grown men, probably fathers of players or something, were saying that Bobby Bowden of Florida State is interested in Kevin and that there are probably scouts here tonight."

Denis and Frank looked at one another and laughed.

"Did you tell them he's going to Harvard with you," Frank asked?

I was completely puzzled. What made them think either one of us could get into Harvard?

"We might not get accepted," I said.

"Oh, you'll get accepted," Denis said, "if Frank and I have to give them a fucking building." I finally got off the bench in front of me so the people who were there could sit down. I sat down, too, having completely missed the extra point. I thought about the implications of what they had just said. The thought of Kevin and me being separated for college sent chills through me, but, for the first time, I realized it was a possibility. What if he turned Harvard down? What if he got accepted and I didn't? I remembered back to the conversation we had had about SAT scores, and mine weren't as good as his were-when he was a junior. His would be awesome that year. I just knew it. He could even get a perfect 1600. And all those 5's on AP exams.

The first half ended just about then, and all three of us went under the stadium to smoke.

"I can't believe they have a Clean Air rule in a fucking stadium," Frank said. "Hell, my grandfather bought the land this thing is built on and gave it to the school."

"I know, Frank. We've been through this before. Remember? That illustrates the importance of a will: 'You may have this land for your stadium as long as you allow my grandson and his partner, and his partner's son, too, of course, to smoke during football games when my grandson's son is playing.' You're one of the best lawyers in New Orleans, Frank; you should have advised grandpa."

"Shut the fuck up, you asshole, and, yes, I remember we've been over this before. But it still pisses me off."

Denis chuckled, but that was the first time I had heard them have anything like cross words.

"Are you guys mad at each other," I asked, wanting my secure nest to remain so.

"Of course not," Denis said. Don't you and Kevin have exchanges like that?"

"Well, yeah. I guess we do."

"We know you do, Matt, because we've heard them," Frank said. "We're not angry at each other. That's just the way male love is. We call each other names, push each other, grab each others' balls, fart in each others' faces. That's just part of it."

I started laughing.

"You guys do that, too, don't you," Denis asked.

"Guilty as charged, Dads."

Frank ruffled my hair.

"You're a cute little shit for having come from this ugly post," he said.

"Who are you calling an ugly post, alligator scrotum?"

"Oh, please, Denis, that line was funny the first thirteen hundred times you used it. Get a fucking life, dude."

Denis laughed his ass off at that, and I stood there looking back and forth at them, not believing my ears. Frank laughed just as hard. I saw real love in that banter.

"We're scandalizing this young faggot here, Frank," Denis said.

I was kind of shocked, and they noticed it.

"Well, son, that's what we are, and you're just a young one of us. Grow up."

I laughed because I finally realized they were including me in the adult fun. We watched the second half of the game, and Kevin performed brilliantly. Colton won the game by fourteen points, and everyone on our side was ecstatic.

"You want to get something to eat, Matt," Frank asked, as we left the stadium. I was still kind of high on Kevin's performance, but I was also pretty hungry.

"Sure," I said.

We went to a Shoney's, the place where Kevin and I had had breakfast more than once. I got a hamburger and fries, but Denis and Frank just got coffee. When we were through, I told them I wanted to meet up with a friend, and they excused me. We had come in separate cars, so I assumed they went home and went to bed.

I hustled my ass to the Rack and Cue. Todd was there, dressed in some pretty seductively tight jeans and a tank top. It was still only early September, and it was still hot as hell in New Orleans. He had a silver or stainless steel chain around his neck that dipped below the front of his tanktop. It didn't look all that much like a jewelry chain, being much thicker than jewelry ordinarily is, but I didn't comment or ask about it. I walked up to the table where he was shooting alone.

"Wanna shoot, fella?"

He looked at me and grinned.

"I was wondering if you'd show up," he said.

"Well, here I am. Wanna shoot some pool?"

He had a really big grin on his face as he wracked the balls. I noticed he was drinking a longneck Miller, so I got one for me and another one for him. He said thanks.

We shot two games of Nine Ball, and he won both of them. I had only ever played Eight Ball before, but I finally got the hang of the game.

"You want to put something on the next game," he asked.

"Sure. How much?"

"I wasn't thinking money. You know what I was thinking."

"Sure," I said. Either way, I figured I couldn't lose.

He won the lag and broke. He hit the one ball nicely but scattered the rest all over the table. He didn't sink any.

I shot next and sank the one ball. Then I sank the two ball, but I didn't leave him a shot when I missed on the three.

"You fucker," he said, as he tried for the three. He missed it, so I got to have the cue ball in hand. I sank the three ball and the nine ball, which meant I won.

"Well, I'll be goddamned," he said, loud enough for everybody around us to hear. "Come on," he said. "I owe you. It was my fucking idea."

He took me into the men's room, which was a kind of byzantine affair. Once we were in there, he locked the door. He didn't say anything. Instead, he got down on his knees in front of me. I was wearing new Levi 501's, and he popped open the buttons. He pulled my half-hard cock out and stuck it into his mouth. He went to town on it. Kevin had given me the best blowjobs of my life, but this boy wasn't half bad.

"Todd, man, you're doing this like you know how," I said, and then I gasped in pleasure when he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. He dug into the piss slit for whatever he could find there, and he stroked my shaft.

"Play with your nipples," he told me. When I did, the feeling in my groin intensified. He worked my jeans down below my knees and rubbed my ass cheeks.

"That really feels good, Todd," I said in response to that attention.

He took matters a step further by wetting his middle finger on his right hand and massaging my hole. Then he inserted it and found my prostate. He did that for a few seconds, and I knew I was ready.

"I'm gonna come," I whispered hoarsely. He didn't pull off, though, and I really hadn't expected him to. He milked my cock to get all of my cum, and I was already more than half soft when he finally pull off me.

"Damn, dude, that was fan-fucking-tastic."

He grinned at me, and it made me think he was even cuter than I had thought originally.

"Can I kiss you," he asked politely. I didn't answer. Instead I grabbed him and entered his mouth with my tongue. Holding him close, I could feel his hard-on through his jeans. I started rubbing it, and he moaned a little. But in a few seconds he moved my hand away.

"Another time. You won the bet, so I shouldn't get anything."

"I don't mind jerking you off, man."

"I know, but that wouldn't be fair in the spirit of the bet. Let's go before somebody has to take a leak and gets pissed off because the door is locked."

We left the men's room singly, and I don't think anybody in the place really noticed us.

"You make any money tonight," I asked.

"Yeah, but not as much as I had hoped. It's still early, though, and it's only Friday night. I've got all weekend."

We got fresh beers and sat at a table to smoke.

"You want to play some more," I asked.

He kind of shrugged. "I will if you want to, but I'd just as soon sit here and talk to you."

"No, that's cool."

"So let me ask you something. Would you have paid off if you had lost?"

"Of course," I said.

"Have you ever done it before? Given one, I mean."

I thought I knew where this was leading, but I wasn't sure what I was going to do with the information when I got it.

"Yeah, I have," I said quietly.

"Are you gay," he asked, equally quietly.

"Yes."

"I guess I am, too," he said.

"You're not sure," I asked. He didn't seem particularly pained by the conversation, so I proceeded with what I considered a logical question.

"No, I'm sure. I am. It's just that you're really the first person I've said it to directly."

"So I take it you're not out to your parents are anybody."

"Not officially, but they know. At least I think they know. And they're not upset about it."

"How do you think they know?"

"I left my computer on one day while I was at school, and my dad wanted to use it. I had a picture open of two guys fucking, but it was covered by the screen saver. When I got home, Dad asked me if I knew what was on my computer. I told him I did. He asked me if I liked those kinds of pictures and I nodded."

"Jesus, what did he do?"

"He just said, 'Just wondering.' That was it. They've never brought it up again. What about you? Are you out to your parents?"

"In a big way," I said.

"So tell," he said.

"Well, my dad's gay, and I live with him, his lover, and his lover's son. I told you I have a brother, but I really don't. My dad's lover's son is my lover. We happen to have the same last name by sheer coincidence, so we say we're half brothers. His mom's dead, and my mom and step-father live in California. I got sent to live with my real dad because last January they found out I was gay."

"Whooooa! This is blowing my mind, man. You actually live with your lover, and everybody's cool with that?"

"That's right. And speak of the devil..." I said, as I saw Kevin enter the place. I called to him, and he came over. I introduced Todd to Kevin, and Kevin immediately got himself a beer and lit a cigarette.

The first words out of his mouth after he sat down were, "So, who won?"

"I did," I said.

"All right, bro," he said, and we did a high-five.

"He any good," Kevin asked, jerking his head to indicate Todd.

"Kevin, don't...yeah, he is, actually. Very good."

"Want to shoot a game, Todd," Kevin asked immediately. We all laughed.

We made small talk about the football game and such, and about school. Then Todd, who had been watching the door since we had sat down at the table, grinned.

"See that guy there," he asked us. "He's here to play me."

"Really," I asked. "How do you know?"

"The grapevine, really. I heard yesterday afternoon in here he wanted some 'young punk ass.' I've never played him before, but I know he's good. I'm pretty sure I can beat him."

"So, how are you going to handle this," Kevin asked. "Oh, by the way, Todd, I know what you're talking about. Mr. Confidentiality here told me."

"Is it a secret," I asked Todd, truly concerned I had broken a confidence.

"It's okay if he knows, but please don't tell anybody else. If it gets around, I won't be able to get a game."

"Jesus, I'm sorry, man," I gushed out, "I didn't even think."

"It's okay, Matt," Todd said. He was calm and not at all pissed off. He put his hand on my forearm. "Like I said, just don't tell anybody else. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it either, Kevin."

"You didn't have to say that," Kevin said. "I knew."

We sat silently for a few moments, sucking our beers.

"So, what'd you do after the game," Todd asked Kevin. "I heard from Matt that you were the star."

"One of the guys on the team, a junior, turned seventeen this past week, and his parents gave him a birthday party. It was just the team, though. Pretty good eats, but only soft drinks."

"Was it over," I asked.

"Hell, no. They were getting ready to watch Super Bowl highlights or some such shit. I wanted to meet up with you, Babe, and you, too, Todd."

"And you wanted a cigarette so bad you were blind," I said.

"You got that right," Kevin said, grinning.

The guy Todd was interested in looked rich. He was probably forty-five or so, very well dressed, but in casual clothes, and he lit up what must have been a $30 cigar right after he got a set of balls. He was drinking whiskey of some kind, not beer like most of the guys in there were, and he glanced around from time to time, no doubt looking for Todd. A man about his age approached him to ask for a game, and he apparently told him he just wanted to practice.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, Todd finally said, "Y'all coming?"

All three of us got up and walked over to the man. Todd led us, and, when he got to the man's table, he said, "Hi. I'm Todd, and this is my classmate Matt and his brother Kevin. You want a game?"

"Classmates," the guy asked.

"Yes, sir. At Newton Prep. Kevin here goes to Colton, and he whipped the ass of some school tonight as Colton's quarterback."

"No, shit. I thought you fellas might be thugs or something. I know those two schools, and there are no thugs there. Sure, Todd, I'll shoot some pool with you."

"Any preference about which game," Todd asked.

"I usually shoot Eight Ball. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, sir," Todd said. "Eight Ball it is."

They went over what was considered a scratch, whether you replaced the opponent's ball when you scratched, and a few other things I hadn't paid much attention to when Todd and I were playing. These two guys were serious pool shooters, though, and they wanted to get the rules out in the open from the start. They lagged for break, and Todd won.

He broke the pack of balls so hard I was surprised he didn't shatter the first one. He sank three, two stripes and a solid.

"Looks like I'm stripes," Todd said.

He took another shot and missed.

"Shit," he said. Then, "Excuse me, sir. That just slipped out."

"Yeah, like I care," the guy said. "Say, would one of you boys mind getting me another double scotch on the rocks? Tell the guy to put it on my tab."

"Yes, sir," Kevin said, and he was off to get it.

Todd sank more balls, but so did the man. Finally, Todd lost on what should have been an easy shot.

"Damn," Todd said with emphasis.

"Tough break, kid," the man said. "You ever put any money on a pool game?"

"Yes, sir, sometimes," Todd responded. "You saw how I fucked up that last shot, and you want to take advantage of me, right?" Todd smiled a sweet smile so the guy would know he was just teasing.

"Aw, man, naw. Besides, I was just thinking of something like twenty bucks. That might make you concentrate better. You're right, you did fuck up that last shot, and if you had had money on it, you probably wouldn't have."

"Maybe you're right." Todd pretended to be thinking about it. "Okay," he said after a few moments, "you're on for twenty."

The next game went pretty fast, and Todd lost.

"I've got a date tomorrow night," Todd said, "and I need that twenty back. You want to play again?"

"Yeah, but what if you lose," the guy said.

Todd turned to us. "You guys got twenty I could borrow, if I lose?"

It was so fucking cool what happened next. Kevin and I both pulled out our wallets, turned away from the table toward each other, like we were conferring to see if we could cover the bet, and then turned back to say we could.

Todd handily won the next game. Then he told the man he was feeling lucky and wanted to play again. The man said sure, but he raised it to forty. Todd played and lost. Then he did the same thing about wanting at least his original twenty back, and they played again. That went on for a good hour, sometime with Todd winning, sometime with the man winning. They raised the bet from twenty to forty, then to fifty, then to a hundred. Kevin kept getting the man drinks from the bar, we all kept saying "yes, sir" and "no, sir" to everything he asked us, and, pretty soon, Todd was up by $400.

"Goddamn, boy. You've about cleaned me out."

"I'm just lucky tonight, sir. I couldn't believe some of the shots I made."

"You boys have a curfew," the man asked. "My kids do, so I figured y'all might."

We all looked at our watches and made faces.

"Shit, I'm almost late," Todd said, "and my daddy gets mighty pissed off if I'm not home on time."

It was close to one o'clock.

"You want to play one last game, double or nothing, for $200. I can cover that much," Todd said.

"Yeah, one more. Double or nothing for $200. Rack 'em."

Well, the game was so one-sided that a blind man could have seen what was happening. Todd broke and sank four balls, all solids. His second shot got him another ball, and then he missed.

The man sank two in a row. On his third shot, the cue ball flew off the table, and Kevin caught it in flight. That was a scratch.

None of Todd's balls were sunk, so he shot from the mark at an easy target. He missed on his seventh ball, though.

The man shot and sank his ball. He shot again, made the shot, but he also sank the eight ball. He defeated himself. He threw the cue stick on the table, threw four hundred dollars on the table, too, and turned to walk out. The guy at the register caught him and made him pay his tab. And then he left.

Kevin and I were so excited we almost shit ourselves. Todd was beaming, needless to say, and he tucked his wad of money into his jeans pocket.

"Let me buy you boys a drink," Todd said in a fake Southern accent. "Y'all deserve one for giving me moral support."

Instead of a drink, we opted for pizza at Pizza Hut. We all ordered mediums, with different toppings, and a pitcher of beer. We ate our food and re-lived the evening.

Finally, when we were finished and it was obviously time to get home, Todd said, "You are two of the nicest guys I know. Can I be your friend? I don't really have any, but I like you guys."

"You are our friend," Kevin said. "Of course you can be our friend-since you already are and all. Duh."

We all laughed.

We said goodnight, and we each drove our separate cars home. Once in bed, I asked Kevin if he had had a good time that night.

"Man, the best. I really like Todd, especially since he gives good blowjobs."

"You asshole," I said and punched Kevin in the ribs with my elbow.

"You want to start some rough stuff," he asked.

"No, but I want you to fuck me. Does that qualify as rough stuff?"

"That all depends," he said. "Does it to you."

"I don't know. I'll evaluate the experience after it's occurred."

"You asshole," he said, just before his lips locked onto mine.