The (Previous and Further) Adventures of Kevin
Kevin is a fictional character I created based on a real roommate I had in college recounted as I remember it in the first four parts of "Allan's New College Roommate." The remainder of that story about "Kevin" is based mostly on a "What If" scenario I dreamed up. And I created a 100% fictional backstory for Kevin in part-Six and expanded that story in "Porked By Meat." So, I decided to continue the backstory and future stories of the fictional Kevin. "Cousin Joe Loves Dick" is the beginning of that saga.
I apologize for the length of time between part one and part two. I had only started part two when I posted part one.
My stories never mention protected sex. But in real life, Always use condoms and get tested regularly.
This story is about two high school-aged guys engaging in sex. If this upsets or offends you, then do not read this story. If it is illegal to read this material where you live, then don't!
This story is published in the Nifty Archives under their normal agreements, but it remains the property of the author and should not be republished elsewhere without the author's permission. All rights are reserved.
Cousin Joe Loves Dick - Part Two By: AllanNKnox
It was almost mid-summer before I heard again from my cousin Kevin. He called me at almost 10 on a Friday night saying that he had gotten to "2nd Base" with a date, but she refused to go any farther.
And he said almost in a whisper, "Do you want to 'get together'... again?" A vague reference to what we did on Decoration Day.
I said, "Sure, when?"
"Now, if that's okay?"
I knew that Kevin had just gotten his Driver's License even though he had been driving their old farm truck for years. He had probably taken his date out in it.
I answered, "Sure, come on over, but when do you have to be home?"
"Midnight" came the answer.
To make a long story short, he drove right over, and I got right to the work of sucking him off again exactly as I had that first time. But this time, I kept his dick in my mouth while he recovered and gently sucked on his soft dick until it got hard again.
I raised up and looked directly at him and said, "Do you think you can cum a second time?... I can keep going if you want." Kevin looked surprised but realized that it didn't have to end yet and excitedly nodded his head, Yes! So, I went back down on him. But this time I took it more slowly at first but built up quickly teasing him to an even higher level of excitement, all while also keeping an eye on the time.
When he finally did get close again, I switched to licking his balls before going back to his beautiful dick. I brought him to the edge of cumming and backed off several times before he noticed what I was doing and started trying to make himself cum before I stopped again. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
As I was sucking Kevin, his whole body was tense, his face and shoulders were red, and I swear that he looked like he was trying to shit out a gargantuan turd. When the sounds he was making went even higher in pitch, I knew he was very close indeed. So, I stopped. And he looked down at me with an expression that only could be described as a mixture of desire, perplexity, and open hostility. But I ignored that and raised his knees to his chest and started licking that area between his ball sack and asshole while very gently massaging his big dick with my left hand. Working my way down, I then tongued his hole and looked up to his face, his expression had changed. He seemed to be both surprised and in the throes of ecstasy at the same time. At the point that I thought he might not be able to keep from coming, I stopped, dropped his legs and took his dick as far into my throat as possible.
Success! Kevin put both of his hands on the back of my head and gently pushing me farther onto his dick, he started blasting his load into my throat. After the second contraction, I started backing off his dick to get some of his load into my mouth, but Kevin's hands were resisting the movement of my head. I kept pushing back against his hands and he finally dropped holding my head down and let me do as I wanted. And after he finished cumming in my mouth, and he relaxed into his after-glow.
I looked at the clock and it was 11:36. Kevin had just enough time to get home before midnight... just like Cinderella... that is, if he left now. So, I told him the time which started a flurry of activity getting our clothes back on. He was ready except for his shirt which he grabbed as he stepped toward my bedroom door. Then he stopped and turned, giving me that goofy grin of his, he said "Thanks" and he was gone.
After that, every time the family got together Kevin and I tried to sneak off somewhere for a quick blow-job, but that isn't usually easy when the whole family is around, especially when curious younger Cousins follow the teenagers around. And whenever Kevin had a dating dry spell (rare) or a date would not put out for him, I would get a call. But even so, he and I would "get together" (what Kevin called a suck-session) almost every week by the spring of our Junior year of high school, and often even when he got "lucky" with a girl.
I tried to expand the range of what we did several times, but he resisted anything more than what I already described for you. On occasion, I would mention to him that, if he wants, he can give me a hand-job while I suck him off, letting him know that this was the gentlemanly thing to do when someone provided this service free of charge. But this usually upset him, and I would just tell him again that he didn't have to do anything for the blowjob, but it would be nice if he could touch me in some way, just to let me know he is enjoying what I am doing for him. Except for putting his hand(s) on my head, he rarely touched me in any other way.
Kevin was not the only guy I sucked or had anal sex with, but I looked forward to the almost weekly doses of sweet, farm-raised cum from my hot and hung Cousin. But then suddenly in early May everything stopped. I did not hear from him all month and was starting to worry. At our family's Decoration Day celebration, one year from the first time I sucked Kevin off, he was there but avoided me. So, I waited until he was alone and went over and sat down beside him.
"Kevin, why are you avoiding me?"
"I don't know."
"Well, if YOU don't, then I certainly don't!"
After a few moments, Kevin whispered, "I don't want a blowjob today."
"That's okay by me, but that isn't what I came over here for. I'm worried about you, Kevin. What's wrong?"
In a low voice, Kevin said, "I don't want to talk about it."
I knew I had to get him away from here if I wanted to get anything out of him. So I suggested, "Let's go for a walk along the Boyd's Creek."
"I'm good here."
"Oh, come on, it will lighten your mood."
"I said, I don't want (whispering) a blowjob."
"Well, I am not offering one. So, let's go."
It was like pulling teeth to get Kevin to say anything under normal circumstances, and this was certainly not normal for him. When we got out of sight and hearing of the family, I started trying to get him to talk to me. No matter what I said he would not talk, I even started guessing what it might be and all he would say is, "No!" nothing more, nothing less. So, I suggested we start back, and on the way I let him know that he could talk to me, no matter what it was and I would not judge him or make fun of him.
I said, "You are my Cousin, and I love you man. You can talk to me anytime you want, and I will keep your secrets, just like you are already keeping my secret. While I enjoy giving you blowjobs, we don't have to do that. We can get together to talk, listen to music, or just hang out. I have more to offer than just a warm, moist mouth, you know, whether you see that yet or not."
My talking to Kevin like that must have helped because when we got back, he was not so glum as he was when we left. Two weeks later, Kevin called and asked if we could just get together to talk, and so we met up, but he was not very talkative. After greetings and small-talk I just waited for him to start what he wanted to talk about, but he just sat there.
I assumed that he was working up the courage to start, so I gently prompted him with, "So, what did you want to talk about?"
He had a pained look on his face, but said, "Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
"I don't mind, I will try to answer anything you ask. And I will not get mad or upset over anything you say or ask."
He sat there for almost another minute before asking his first question, "You seemed to say that you have sucked other guys, is that true?"
"I have one question of my own before I answer. Have you heard any rumors running around?"
"No, I'm just curious."
"Then, Yes, I have. You don't get this good without practice. But I would be very disappointed if any of the guys I've 'helped' were spreading rumors, I got most of them to swear they wouldn't do that. YOU wouldn't do that, would you?"
Looking a bit hurt, "NO, of course not!"
"I'm sorry for asking, I figured I could count on you, but I just wanted to make sure."
"You must have had a LOT of practice, 'cause you really do give a great blowjob."
I was surprised, but mostly flattered by the unexpected compliment.
"Well, Thank You, kind sir. I am proud of my sucking skills, but I am a great lay as well" I blurted out without thinking. Kevin looked at me with a shocked look on his face and said, "you mean, you let guys fuck you in the ass?"
"Well now that I have let the cat slip out of the bag, the answer is, Yes."
"Doesn't it Hurt?" Kevin asked sincerely.
Well, I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say, "It can, but if the Top, the guy doing the fucking, goes slow at first and lets the Bottom get used to his dick being in there before letting loose, stroking till he cums, then it can actually feel good. Because there is a spot about 2" inside a guy's asshole that makes pleasure when a dick strokes past it."
Kevin seemed to mull that over quite a while before I said, "Was there anything else you wanted to ask?"
Kevin got a serious look on his face as if he were debating with himself about something. But after a couple more minutes, he looked up at me and said, "I had a dream about you the other night."
Surprised by the shift in topic, I responded, "A dream?"
"Yeah, I dreamed you were blowing me... and I came in your mouth. But then, I woke up to find I had creamed my underwear."
"Well, now I am honored to have been the subject of your wet-dream."
It had become obvious to me by then that Kevin really did have something else to say, but it was too painful, or perhaps he just was not ready to talk about it, at least not yet. So, I decided to take the conversation in the fun direction we were skirting around... blow-jobs.
"Would you like to get off in my mouth, but for real this time?"
He nodded yes, so we drove out to a popular make-out spot that would be deserted this time of day. And I gave him a blowjob right there in the truck. Just as we were getting into it, I reached past his ball sack and started rubbing his perineum, but when I reached a bit further and touched his ass hole, he flinched and closed his legs. It was obvious that he did not want me to do that. He had enjoyed me playing with his asshole before during a blow-job, but not now for some reason. So, I just gave him a blow-job, no other kind of play, no making it last longer, just a direct drive to orgasm. And, that seemed to satisfy him, to be all he wanted.
We met up a couple more times that summer, and about every 2 or 3 weeks throughout our Senior year, but every time it was for "just a blow-job," and further attempts to get him to talk about what was eating at him failed. But I noticed that his usual laid-back quietness was now a brooding quietness, like he was secretly angry at the world all the time. And, while he never actually mistreated me, I did start to feel like he was just using me to get off.
One time we got together, Kevin put his hand on the back of my head as he had done before, but this time he bucked his dick into my mouth more forcefully. Now, I do not mind a guy taking charge and gently face-fucking me, but this was too much, and I gagged. I stopped sucking and composed myself, before making him promise not to be so rough with me ever again. It was strange that the look on his face seemed to show hurt and anger at the same time. But he agreed and just laid back so I would start sucking again. He seemed in a hurry to get off, he bucked his hips but did not face-fuck me. And as soon as he got off, he was up, threw on his cloths and mumbled something about "got to go" & "bye" and he was gone.
Kevin and I used to talk about music and events in the family and at school. Whenever I asked about locker-room gossip or how hung or not-hung a teammate was, he would usually tell me. I guess he realized that he had to give me something more than just the pleasure of sucking his big farm-boy dick. But this change to "wam-bam, thank you Man" (without the thank you) was starting to get very old.
It was mid-May and the night of Senior Prom. I decided not to go because, what was the point if you couldn't take who you wanted to take? For me, that would have been another guy. Besides, what guy would even consider going with me in this hick town. I wouldn't even consider doing something like that unless he and I were both leaving town immediately after leaving the dance.
In fact, I am planning to leave this town permanently (except for an occasional visit) when I go to college this coming August at Belmont University in Nashville. I was accepted into their wildly expensive Music Business program and won grants and scholarships, because of my good grades in high school, to cover at least 90% of what they charge for tuition, fees, and housing, and my parents will help me with the rest.
So, here I was... at home at 8pm about the time the Prom was starting, I had opened a beer I bought from a an older guy, and I was listening to far better music than the cheap band the prom committee chose, when the phone rang.
It was Kevin calling to see if I was home. He had struck out again with getting a date for the Prom, probably because he was getting a reputation as a selfish prick, and nobody liked what he had become. But he is my cousin and as long as he does not mistreat me, I will do whatever I can for him.
Kevin arrived a short while later acting a bit tipsy. I had already told my parents that he was coming over, so I took him on up to my room and told him to get comfortable. My good music was still playing.
And I said, "Thanks for coming over. It was a bit lonely and boring knowing where everyone else is tonight."
He didn't say anything to that just flashed one of his famous grins.
Kevin took off his light jacket to reveal that he was wearing a light blue, close fitting T-shirt and a pair of snug jeans. He looked really good and I told him so, and he grinned again.
I sat on my desk chair and Kevin sat on a corner of the bed and, believe it or not, he started talking. At first, it was only about his bad luck in finding a girl to take to the Prom and then about his bad luck with girls in general this year. So, since he was in a rare mood to talk, I let him and just listened, taking it all in.
He told me that this whole year, it has been hard to keep a girl for more than one or two dates and how it was increasingly hard to get even a first date. He told me about getting sex from a few girls and that it was always them that broke it off when he asked for a second go. Kevin even said that he had the chance to have "back-door sex" with a guy in our class. He paused, to see how I would react I guess, so when I showed interest and asked for him to tell me more, and he continued.
When Kevin told me that the guy he fucked was Clyde from his Gym class, I could hardly believe it. I did not know Clyde personally, but I knew he was a good student since the class rankings had already come out, I was Third in our class and Clyde was 11th, if memory served. I also knew that he was very overweight and had a wide, upturned nose that made him look piggish. He was considered to be the ugliest boy in our class. Clyde's butt was shaped nicely except for the fact that it was Huge! And, I had to wonder if that is what Kevin found attractive about him. It gave me hope since I recently gained some weight and had been afraid that my butt was getting too big to be attractive.
And here I was just starting to realize that I was becoming jealous, of Clyde! I had wanted so many times to ask Kevin to fuck my bubble butt, but I was afraid it would gross him out and he wouldn't let me suck his big and beautiful cock anymore. I made myself a promise that the next time I got Kevin hot sucking him I would offer my butt to him... and perhaps that would be tonight?
Kevin had obviously (obvious to me anyway) enjoyed telling me about this male-on-male escapade. But then, a dark cloud came across his face once again and he fell silent. After a few moments to give him a chance to start talking on his own again, I said, "Kevin, something has been eating at you since last summer. I started noticing that you seemed to have an anger simmering under the surface all the time on Decoration Day last year and it has affected everything you do. I think it might be why you are not as successful with girls anymore, and it even caused some problems when we would "get together". But I am your Cousin and I know you better, and could overlook small things. And, because I am your Cousin and possibly your closest friend, you can talk to me about it, about anything, and it will stay secret, just between us.
He chewed over this information a few minutes and I let him by staying silent. But when he started talking, it all tumbled out of him in one long narrative... how on the promise of greater popularity and playing on the first string his senior year, he had allowed the humongous-dicked Senior, Demetry (Meat) on the football team to fuck his virgin ass.
<Writer's Note: The story Kevin related to Joe is told in detail in the story "Porked By Meat">
It was obvious that Meat who graduated last year had not followed through with any of his promises to Kevin. And, he had been very self-centered and even cruel to Kevin, not caring how much he was hurting Kevin as long as he could get his rocks off in Kevin's ass.
At a few points in the story, Kevin looked as if he were close to tears. But, when he finished, he broke down completely, in part because he just had to tell someone about what happened and in part because he did not know how I would take it.
I rushed to Kevin's side and pulled him close to let him cry into my shoulder while doing everything I could to comfort him. As Kevin started calming down, I realized that I was uncomfortably hard in my jeans and not only from hugging Kevin, but his description of Meat's monster dick was also rolling around in my head. Curiously, I was also terribly angry at Meat for the way he had treated Kevin and my mind was already starting to come up with ways to get back at him, but that would have to wait for another time.
When Kevin had calmed down, he pulled away a bit and looked up at me with sad but thankful eyes. That is when I started losing it, my anger started spilling over, "Demetri Zabin is a low-life piece of shit, for treating you like that." That is the way my tirade began, and it ended sometime later with, "Someone should give him a taste of his own medicine."
By this time, Kevin seemed taken aback by my reaction. He probably thought I was going to chastise him for all the things he could have done to stop the near-rape, so my anger took him by surprise. But when I suggested that "someone" should show Meat what being raped by a big dick felt like, Kevin's surprise turned to alarm. Meat had lost his football scholarship to State U. under suspicious circumstances and had dropped out and returned to town to work in his Dad's service station.
Kevin said, "We cannot do anything to Meat, he might tell people that I let him fuck me. And he might lie and tell them I liked it and wanted more. I just couldn't live with people thinking that."
"Okay, Kevin," I said, "I promise that I won't do anything that could possibly come back on you." He realized that I had not promised to do nothing, but he accepted it for now.
I suggested that he use my bathroom to freshen up while I go get us some soft drinks and snacks. When I returned, he was standing at my dresser faced away from me, using my mirror to comb his hair. He looked dammed sexy in his tight-fitting T-shirt and jeans, and I told him so.
He seemed pleased so I continued with, "and those clothes really show off your farm-hardened muscles. You know, you are one handsome and sexy man!" And he gave me one of his famous grins through the reflection in the mirror before turning to show me how his jeans accentuated his already hard dick that reached to his hip, the jeans made his dick look even larger. My eyes got big, I was instantly hard, and all I could say was, "Wow!"
When I had come in, I sat on my double bed with a tray of snacks and cola. Kevin after turning to let me see his bulge started walking toward me. My heart fluttered, but he sat on the bed on the other side of the tray and said, "What did you bring us to eat?" (That Prick-tease!)
Oh, well! I motioned to the tray and said, "Get whatever you want" and we sat eating, more uncomfortable than we might have been because we were both hard and listening to my music that was still playing.
After a time, I said, "it is getting late. Would you like to stay the night?"
Kevin said, "I was hoping you would ask so I told my parents where I was going and that I might stay over."
"Hoping you wanted to stay," I said, "I let my parents know you might want to stay for the night when I went down for snacks." And then, "since we are in for the evening, we might as well get comfortable."
Immediately, Kevin pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Running his fingers through the locks of his reddish-brown curls, he got up and walked slowly (one could even say he sauntered or walked seductively, although not obviously so) over to my dresser and mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, he picked up one of my combs and ran it through his hair. He looked even better with his shirt off, so I told him. He smiled and with his back still toward me, started a slow striptease while taking off his jeans.
So, he stood there in his tighty-whities with his boner still raging and extending to his left hip. And I still sat there with a lustful grin on my face at the sight. He said, "I thought you wanted to get comfortable?" So I stood up and hurriedly shucked off my shirt and pants, and just stood there in my boxers with the front tented way out.
Kevin started a slow, seductive lowering of his briefs over that big cock of his and down to the floor where he stepped out of them. I had trouble getting my waistband to stretch far enough to get over my rock-hard dick, but I did, and we stood there naked with our hard-ons pointing toward each other. Remember we are cousins, and our dicks are about the same length, mine is thicker, but his is the largest dick I have ever sucked or even touched, other than my own.
I turned, took the tray of snacks and put it on my desk, turned down the bed, and went around the room turning off lights. I left on a nightlight on one side of the room and lit a candle on the other, because I could not bear the thought of not being able to see that beautiful body and cock of his.
As we got in bed, I was so excited that it felt like if anything touched my dick I would cum right then. This was the first time that I was ever in bed naked with another guy.
Kevin got into bed laying on his back with the sheet covering his legs but not his cock, ready for me to suck him off. So, I got in bed beside him and immediately when down on him. I couldn't help myself; my hands were all over him touching his body wherever I could reach. I was taking his cock all the way down my throat, all the way up and all the way down, with very little problem and overwhelmed with the pleasure it gave me to do that.
Then suddenly, I was awfully close to an orgasm without touching myself. On impulse, I rose up and straddled Kevin's legs immediately covered his chest and stomach with my sperm. As I started to recover, I got scared that I had gone too far and Kevin would get up and leave, he did not. But he looked scared and disappointed. It did not take me long to figure it out, he was afraid that now that I had cum, that I would stop and not suck him off.
So, I said to him, "Don't worry, Big Boy, there is more where that came from and I ain't done with you yet." He smiled, and then took his hand and as he had done before, started rubbing my cum into his own chest and stomach. But then he did something new, with his hand still wet with my cum, he reached up and started rubbing it into MY stomach as well. That was the most intimate thing he had ever done to me, and I melted. I wanted to bend down and kiss him right then but stopped myself knowing that his straight-boy pride would not survive being kissed by a queer. So, I got back into position and started sucking him again, working my way back into deep-throating him.
This time I concentrated mostly on his cock and balls, but just could not help myself. I reached down below his balls, rubbing where I could feel the base of his penis, and Kevin enjoyed it. But once I reach a bit farther with my finger and touched his anus. He immediately stiffened up and simply said, "NO!" Understanding why now, I said, "Sorry." and retreated to what I was doing before. And after a few short minutes, he rewarded me with a mouthful of his cum. I swallowed every drop and continued to nurse on his dick like a sleepy baby at its mother's teat, pausing its suckling in moments of sleep and continuing a few minutes later with another few sucks. Kevin napped as well because I could hear the sounds all guys make when sleeping.
A bit later, I was luxuriating in the fact that Kevin's dick was still in my mouth and almost back up to full hard. So, I started suckling on it again, slowly increasing my ministrations. Then I heard Kevin's voice (and felt the vibrations of it through his body) saying, "That's real nice."
We both had to pee so we got up and went into my bathroom and both stood naked at the toilet struggling to point our hard dicks down so we could pee. We both laughed about it and eventually we softened enough to get the job done. I just could not resist squatting down, wiping the moisture off the end of his dick with my thumb and putting his dick right into my mouth. Kevin's first reaction was to say, "yuck" but quickly started "umm"-ing and we both went immediately back to full hard and then back to the bed.
I stepped ahead of Kevin and when I got to the bed, I turned back to see him walking into the room naked with his beautiful bod and hefty dick swinging as he walked past me and around the bed to the other side. He turned away from me and ran his fingers through his curly hair giving me a good look at his perfectly shaped buns and I marveled at how someone so goofy-looking in the face could have such a picture perfect body.
So, I said, "Damn, if I had a butt like yours, I'd have guys lined up to fuck me."
Kevin sat down as I said this but turned giving me a stunned look, and said,
"You are NOT going to ask to fuck me, are you?"
"No," I said, "I was just admiring how good looking you are."
He responded, "Good." And I saw a flash of his disarming grin. After a long pause during which we both got back under the covers, he said, "Meat kept telling me how good my ass looked before he fucked me."
So, I assured Kevin, "I don't much care to fuck or get sucked, I can get myself off perfectly fine." And as I reached over to take his dick in my hand, I said, "What I need is someone else's dick (giving his a full-fisted shake) to suck or get fucked by. THAT is what I really want." and after a brief pause, I said, "Would You want to fuck Me?"
"Yeah." was Kevin's only response. So I rolled to the right in the bed putting my butt against his hip, thinking he might want to fuck me like that, but he had other ideas. He pushed my left shoulder down onto the bed indicating that he wanted me face down, so I complied. He put his hand on my back and moved it down to my butt, lightly moving his fingers down my crack and all around my bubble butt.
Because I have gained a bit of weight recently, my first thought was that he didn't like what he felt, but I remembered that he said he enjoyed fucking Clyde, and Clyde is a lot bigger than me. So, if anything perhaps my butt was not big enough. And then he put his big dick against my butt-cheek and started humping. His dick felt as big and hard as I had ever seen or felt it, so I relaxed. He moved on top of me and laying his dick in my crack, started humping again.
Kevin was getting excited and humping faster, so I reached over to my nightstand to get some hand lotion that I have used when I masturbate and I used it for lube the last couple of times I got fucked. I twisted around and started applying it to his dick. As I did, I told him, "Now, you need to put this monster into me real slow and stop if I ask you to, until I get used to it being in there. I have never been fucked by a dick as long or thick as yours, so go real easy with me at first. Then you can fuck me any way you want after that. Okay?"
Kevin answered, "Okay." So, I laid back down and he started pushing his dick into my crack but he missed the hole, so I reached back to help guide him. He started pressing and suddenly his big crown popped in past my sphincters and I screamed. Luckily my face was in my pillow, so it wasn't very loud. I reached back and pressed my hand against his stomach, asking him to wait a bit. When I felt myself relax a bit, I told him to push in a bit more and stop, and he did. It took two more stops before he got it all the way inside me. I felt fuller than I had ever been, but Kevin was laying on top of me, pressed against me and that felt really good.
I told Kevin, "Just keep it right there for a minute." And he did.
So, as I felt more comfortable, I told him, "You can start thrusting now, but do it slowly at first and don't pull out all the way."
Some guys will go soft on you if you ask them to pause like that, but not Kevin. He stayed hard the whole time. And now that he was thrusting, his breathing got harder as well. He was pulling out slowly almost until his crown was in my sphincters and smoothly sliding back in. When he bottomed out inside me it felt a bit uncomfortable, but not painful, even when he started pushing in harder and pressing against the resistance of my butt, as if he was trying to get his dick just a little farther inside me.
It was starting to feel really good as Kevin's big crown slid past my prostate in both directions. And his thrusting was getting faster, but he started getting too rough and I had to ask him to slow back down some as it was starting to hurt. So, he did.
The more normal pace must have felt better to him as well because his breathing quickly increased, and I could feel him radiating heat. He said, "I'm goin-a cum, should I pull out." I quickly said, "NO! I WANT you to cum in me." So, he did.
With Kevin's first ejaculation, he thrusted in as far as he could go, held it there for half a second, grunted loudly... then pulled out quickly to about half-way, then thrusted in the same way for the second ejaculation. He repeated this seven times (a total of 8) before pausing and literally falling onto my back with his full weight, his dick still buried inside me.
He stayed there so long that I thought he might have gone to sleep. I was getting uncomfortable, so I moved to try to get more comfortable and his dick no longer hard slipped out of my hole with a squishy "Pop." If he was asleep, that woke him and I said, "Kevin, roll off of me onto your side." He complied, and then I spooned my back against his front. He put his hand on my side and we fell asleep like that.
When I woke up, I noticed the room was brighter, Kevin's arm was around me holding me close to him, and that there was a fullness in my ass. Then I remembered the night before and then realized that he already had his monster cock in me again and that he had gotten it there without waking me.
I said, "Wow, what a way to wake up!"
He said, "Do you want me to stop?"
My immediate response was, "DON"T YOU DARE STOP!"
So, he rolled me onto my stomach, rolling with me to keep his dick inside me, and gave me a repeat performance of the night before, except that this time I came on the sheets beneath me without touching myself at about the same time he came in me again.
A couple of weeks later, we both graduated from high school. We got together a few more times that summer and every time we did, Kevin wanted me to suck him until he was hard and then he wanted to fuck me. But I was not complaining. I was a bit sad at the end of the summer when I was moving to Nashville and he was going to a small church-sponsored college not far from home, because I would be losing my fuck buddy. But there would be new and glorious opportunities for me in Nashville... sometimes called the Sin-City of the South. I will do my best, and you know my best is wonderful, to find new "repeat customers"... and eventually one special repeat customer!?!?
- The End, for now. -
I would like to dedicate this story to a deceased friend, Lisi, who was a drag queen in Atlanta through the 70s and became a trans-woman in that same decade. I based some aspects of Joe's character on her's. She was such a fun person to know.
If you are enjoying this beginning adventure of Kevin, DONATE TO NIFTY and check out:
Porked By "Meat" (a tie-in to the Cousin Joe story)
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/porked-by-meat
Allan's New College Freedom (after the Cousin Joe story)
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/allans-new-college-freedom/
In the works is -
Joe's Revenge on Meat (a postscript to this story)
Kevin's Letter- Dear Allan (20+ years after this story)
Positive comments and suggestions are always welcome.
AllanNKnox Allan@Grassyvalley.us