Chapter 1 - Kevin & Me
The following story is fiction and involves homosexual acts. If you don't enjoy this subject or are for some reason not supposed to be reading this then don't.
The people in this story are real. Their descriptions are as real as I can make them. The actions in this story are fiction, however much I wish it otherwise.
I met Kevin at a D&D game. I remember watching him walk into the store where we played. I really had to concentrate not to stare and give myself away.
I guess I should tell you a little about Kevin. He is 6', about 150 pounds, hazel eyes and brown hair. He is absolutely beautiful, as only 15 can be. I spent the entire session watching him when I thought no one would notice.
It was several weeks later when he wore shorts to a session. I wanted to eat him alive right then. He has incredible legs, with a light fur of black hair. Over the course of the next weeks I managed to catch a glimpse of his bushy, sexy, underarm hair, and his happy trail!
Well, Christmas finally arrived and the group arranged a little Christmas get-together. I had volunteered my house as the location. I spent some time picking out the perfect outfit, one that made me look as good as possible. I couldn't wait to see what Kevin wore. I guess I should mention that Kevin was by no means the only fine boi in the group. His brother Travis was enough to make my heart skip a beat as well. Travis is 17 and not as muscular as Kevin. And though I wouldn't have kicked him out of bed, my heart belonged to Kev!
When Kev arrived he looked so sexy. Dressed in loose fitting Dockers and a tight black t-shirt I couldn't help but stare. We did the normal party things, listening to music, talking with each other, and trading gifts.
We were watching a movie, "The Grinch" when I noticed that Kev was acting pretty board. I leaned over and asked him if he wanted to try out my new game cube. We slipped out of the room and headed upstairs to mine.
We were lying on the floor playing the cube when Kev shifted his legs. I about crap when I saw what he dragged out from under my bed by accident, it was a porn magazine! SHIT! Kev immediately grabbed it and opened it up. Of course the problem was that it was a gay magazine. I just about died inside. He didn't react like I thought. He kept looking. I was losing control. I just sat there and watched him and waited. When he reached the end of the magazine he closed it and slowly looked up at me. He had this odd look in his eye.
"Would you really suck my dick if I asked?" he said
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I wanted to suck his dick but what if he was testing me? He just continued to look at me with that serious look in his eyes. Screw it. "Sure", I replied. I was scared silly.
He rolled over on his back, unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down over his hips. He was wearing green silk boxers that were sporting a large bulge. "Suck it." he said in a voice that brooked no argument.
This was the moment I had been waiting for, dreaming about for months. I still wasn't sure this wasn't some sort of twisted test - but what can a guy do? He was watching me stare at the bulge. Suddenly the contents of those silk boxers jumped. I saw him smile. "Come on, I know you want it." He whispered in a husky voice. "I've known you wanted it for a while."
THIS made me look up. He had a smirk on his face. "Do you really think I didn't notice you watching me all the time?" he continued in that confident voice. "I was beginning to get a little jealous when I noticed you look at my brother that way sometimes." He moved his hand down and groped his package, shaking it at me.
What was I to do? The only thing I could do. I reached out and touched his leg, stroked really. Felt the hair on his leg. It was so soft. I moved my hand up his leg and over his thigh. While I did this I slide over closer to him. I was watching his face closely. He was looking into my eyes with that look of contentment. Our faces were close; the light in the room was dim, the moment seemed right. I leaned in and touched my lips to his. I watched as his eyes close and felt his hand touch my chest lightly. I thought for a moment he was going to push me away, instead he grabbed my shirt and pulled me to him. I opened my mouth and our tongues touched. Electricity shot through me. It started tentatively but dissolved into passion. My hands snaked into his shirt, feeling his chest. My hand found his nipple. I gently twisted it.
His other hand found its way to my ass. He groped it, digging his fingers into my cloth covered crack.
"Please." He whispered. I knew what he meant.
Our lips separated and I moved down his body. The head of his cock was protruding from those sexy boxers. My tongue gently licked his head. In the soft light of the TV I hadn't noticed the wetness. I tasted his boy-juice for the first time. He was leaking profusely. I slipped my hands beneath the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down.
I pulled up to look at the prize before me. I couldn't help but be surprised. At 15 he had a very nice piece of equipment. It looked to be about 7 and a half inches. It was cut and visibly throbbing. I couldn't resist any longer. I dove for that cock like a thirsty man for water. I quickly swallowed it down to the root. My nose rubbed pubes.
He moaned, loudly, maybe even too loudly, but I didn't care. I could feel his cock harden and grow larger. He was about to shoot. And while I wanted it to last longer I wanted to taste he juice more. I kept moving up and down on his hard dick, squeezing his balls lightly. His hands were on my head, but not controlling my actions. He was running his hands over my head, caressing me, tenderly.
His first shot hit the back of my mouth. I quickly pulled up so I could have his cum on my tongue. He shot again, and again, and again. I swallowed and swallowed. He was all but yelling with pleasure. Finally the pulses stopped. I held his softening cock in my mouth until it was limp.
I let it fall from my mouth and moved back up. He was looking at me with an odd look. I didn't think about what it meant, I just acted on it. I leaned into him and kissed him again.
I was nervous that he might pull back, knowing that his own cum was just in my mouth. He didn't. On the contrary, his tongue all but cleaned mine out. To say I was surprised yet again is an understatement.
In the interest of our safety I broke the kiss. "We should get back downstairs before someone comes looking for us."
He pecked my on the lips, "I guess. Did you get off?" He started getting dressed.
I smiled, "Oh yeah. The first time I've ever cum without touching myself!"
Later, when the party was breaking up and everyone was leaving I was saying goodbye to all.
"I enjoyed the show." Travis said with a smile.
"Yeah, it's a pretty funny show." I answered.
He winked, "No, I meant the other show."
With that he was out the door and into his car.