Thank you for the comments. See first chapter for disclaimers.
Sorry that this took a while. Real life stuff got in the way.
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Just as Kevin began to get out of the tub, Craig motioned for him to sit back down. Kevin, not quite sure why, did. Craig stepped into the tub, standing motionless for a moment to allow Kevin to drink in his flawless body, smooth save for a well-trimmed pubic area.
When he sat down, his well-toned legs intertwined with Kevin's muscular, hairy legs, his toes brushing against Kevin's meaty inner thighs.
"Craig, I'm surprised..." Kevin haltingly said.
Craig laughed.
"Why? Cause I'm a good boy. I am. Unless you don't want me to be."
Kevin squirmed, but this only made Craig's toes slide closer to his groin.
"You're a good bloke, not that anybody notices. Sexy as fuck too."
Kevin felt flush and looked away, but didn't have many places to look.
"I think you deserve to have someone pay attention to you. And it looks like I've got the job."
Craig allowed his right foot to grip the thick base of Kevin's cock, while his left big toe began gently kneading Kevin's egg-shaped low-hangers. Kevin lolled his head back, sighing contentedly at the rare pleasure of anyone but himself touching his cock. Sweat trickled into his eyes and down his face. Craig adjusted himself, leaning over to lick the salty perspiration from Kevin's rugged face. Craig kissed Kevin's eyelids, nose, chin, neck, studiously avoiding his mouth.
"Please, Craig...please" Kevin huskily said, neither man sure if he was asking Craig to stop or keep going.
Craig, one hand busy toying with Kevin's carpeted chest, let his other hand wade into the water. He slid his fingers around the veiny length, slowly making their way up to the juicy, sheathed tip. He slipped his thumb under the covering, then began sliding Kevin's foreskin up and down at an increasingly fast pace.
"D-Don't...oh..." Kevin muttered, quickly losing the last vestiges of control.
The back and forth of those furtive fingers was soon ceased, as Craig methodically tugged the skin as far down as he could. Kevin had one of the longest foreskins Craig had experienced. The thought of that thick cock unwrapping inside his snug hole was enough to send a further unholy smirk to his face.
Before Kevin realised what Craig was going, Craig had sat the older man on the edge of the tub. Craig rested his porcelain white hands on Kevin's hairy, muscled thighs, looking up with pure adoration and servitude as he slipped his mouth over Kevin's manhood, as he contorted his tongue to fit inside the chewy foreskin at his disposal.
Kevin's nearly 50 years of toil and stress melted in a revitalized burst of sheer pleasure.
"Bugger this," Kevin barked, pulling Craig up to him, grabbing the back of Craig's head for a vigorous kiss. He forced his tongue into Craig's not-so-reluctant mouth. Craig let Kevin pull him backwards. They continued to kiss, more feverishly with each passing minute, groping each other's very different bodies. Kevin began whimpering and screaming and crying into Craig's tender neck as he splattered his load over the young, smooth body.
Caught up in the afterglow, Kevin was still awake enough to kiss his way down Craig's hairless chest, ducking his head under the water and taking Craig's hard 6 inches into his mouth. Awkwardness initially held court, but soon his memories returned and he was giving a good a blow job as Craig could have imagined.
Craig was so bewildered by the uber-masculine, football-loving greasmonkey Kevin Webster giving him head that he soon shot into Kevin's throat. He couldn't seem to finish, and soon Kevin's cheeks dribbled from the 19-year old's cum.
"Where did you learn..." Craig panted.
Kevin, wiping his mouth and licking his paws clean, just gave his best bashful smirk.
"Man's gotta have some secrets."
Craig wasn't having any of that.
"I suppose I can settle for that answer."
Just as Kevin let his guard down, Craig shoved Kevin's head underwater. Kevin quickly got his bearings, wet hair falling into his eyes as he sputtered and grabbed for the rapidly retreating Harris boy.
"You little shit!" Kevin gasped, chuckling as he quickly dried himself enough to avoid slipping on the tiles.
As he made his way out of the bathroom, he saw Craig's beautiful feet sticking out from Kevin's and Sally's bedroom door. His even more beautiful cock jutted further from the door.
Kevin barged into the room, only to be shoved onto the bed by a mischievious Craig.
Craig suddenly stopped as Kevin lay on his stomach. The room was dark, but shards of moonlight framed Kevin's plump backside, the traces of hair around his crack gleaming. Kevin ground his shaft against the sheets, leaving Craig with the most heavenly view of those beefy buttocks jostling for his pleasure.
Craig's most forbidden fantasy came true when Kevin, somewhat hesitantly, licked his thin lips and turned his head to make eye contact.
"Wanna know the complete and honest truth?"
Craig nodded, his hand stroking his reviving cock in time with his head movements.
"I had a mate, Terry Duckworth. Jack and Vera's son. We was about your age, maybe a bit older. He was built like a brick shithouse, eyes that sparkled with wickedness, and the only thing tighter than his jeans were most of the girls we went out with. Most nights I just went home to my hand. Terry, on the other hand, always got what he wanted. Lot o'the time, he'd see me and he'd just get that look, and I'd know."
As the memories return, Kevin flipped over onto his back, spreading his legs wide as he ran a curious finger up and down his furry, long-dormant fuckhole.
"I had a real 'stache back then, damn proud of it too. He always used to joke 'bout how it'd feel tickling his cock. One night when we'd drank the Rovers dry, or seemed like it anyway, he pulled me into one of the alleys and pushed me to me knees. Ran his cock over my face, real gentle like. Brushed it against my lips over and over, wearing me down. He was so big....can't believe I even got it inside me, thinking back. I opened me mouth, and he just kept adding more. All my gagging and spitting and yet I never said no, never did have enough. I'd watched that fucking beast in jeans and in pants and bobbing around in locker rooms so many times, almost felt like it was an entirely different person. I remember when it hit the back of my throat...tears were in me eyes, and Terry just pulled out, blasted all over my face. The cum and my tears and the sweat from a hot summer night, all over me...and Terry, he licked me face clean, big licks like a cat. All over his tongue. His eyes were so wild, just for a second, 'fore they went dead again."
Kevin had now slipped two fingers into his hungry hole, jacking his cock with his other hand. Craig remained on the sidelines, silently masturbating, mouth slightly open, in awe.
"First time he fucked me was in old Mrs. Ogden's house...she'd gone to visit her daughter and I had the place to meself. I'd blown him again and he licked me clean again. Then he flipped me over. Tore my jeans off me body. I could hear the rips and the tears...was me best pair too, designer, the fucker. He pressed me head against the arm of the couch, couldn't let me see anything. I could only hear and feel. Felt him spread me cheeks, cool air shootin' right through me. Felt his tongue all the way up my arse, so deep I felt it in every bone. Heard him slurping, heard him slapping his big thick hands 'gainst his big, thick cock. Heard him whispering...'You're mine now,' while his head started to burrow in me. His thighs against mine, all sweaty and sticky...it was so long...I can still feel it in me..."
Kevin moaned, adding a third finger as his body began to quiver. He coated his fingers with pre-cum, briefly sucking them into his dry mouth, before he plunged them back inside.
"Thought he was gonna break that couch into pieces. Me too. Thought he mighta been gentle, and he was at first, but once he knew he'd broken me...he rode me like a prize bitch. It just went on and on 'til I blacked out everything, til every part of me was pounded, pounded, pounded. And then he pulled out, flipped me over. Could barely see, me eyes were all sweated shut. Wiped 'em dry. I'll never forget his grin. So damn smug he was. I felt so empty, so worthless...I 'member when he laughed, low and dirty and rumbling...and then he shoved back inside me, all the way. I lost it, I screamed me throat out, it was so fucking good, so perfect...I was his, he'd broken me, once and for all, filled me up and up and up..."
Kevin began to buck his hips, four fingers like flesh pistons into his fuckchute. Kevin's cock exploded, cum flew everywhere as past and present collided, as Craig's cock joined the eager fingers.
The friction was delicious, it was too good to last, and soon Craig had broken Kevin for the first time since Terry Duckworth.
Kevin wept tears of release and joy. He turned his head in shame, hiding into the pillow, and finally, when Craig tried to pull him close, gingerly walking from the room.
Craig followed him, finding him standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Craig put his arms around Kevin's slightly chunky but mostly firm middle.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Craig whispered, his head on Kevin's broad shoulder.
"No...I..." Kevin struggled to look at his reflection. "I'm a husband, and a dad, and a mechanic, and a mate...and I go for drinks sometimes and play darts and every once in a while look at a dirty magazine...I've got my life all sorted out. This part of me...it's been bottled up so long...scares me..."
Craig caressed Kevin's chest, gently rubbing Kevin's cum into the matted fur.
"You've got nothing to be scared of. You're still all those things. Now you're just more. This could only be one night...or, if you ever want more...just text me and we can meet up sometime. Or you can find some totty around here..."
Kevin scrunched his nose up, considering the possibilities.
"Fuck it. That's for another day. Tomorrow, we'll try to find Rosie and get back to our normal lives."
Craig understood. He'd had a good time, but a party always had to end.
"I'll just get my clothes and go."
Before Craig could leave, Kevin grabbed his arm.
"Hey, I said tomorrow. Tonight's a whole other story."
A relieved Craig pulled Kevin in for a long, loving kiss.
He cupped the young, impossibly firm buttocks in his rough hands, and breathed deep into the scent of Craig Harris.