From "Kevin" part 2...
"'I've gotta go Jakey. Really do. Will you miss me this week?' he asked with his eyes still wet with tears. Damned if I didn't start to get choked up looking at his impossibly handsome, innocent, and pleading expression.
OK. Time to get control of myself. It's only a few days until we can "focus" on each other again, not a lifetime. I mean really!
I managed to laugh. ÔOf course, I'll miss you, you impossibly handsome man with the perfect cock!' That made him laugh, too. And then I had an inspiration. ÔDo me a favor. Grow a beard this week for me, will you? I'll work on growing a beard for you, too.'
Well that made him pause and think. I could see him imagining how beards would look on both of us. Finally, he said, Ôhot!'
With that we finally could go our separate directions. We held each other briefly and kissed one final smoldering kiss, not caring who might see us. I rode off as fast as I could then, trying to see between the sudden tears that flowed down my face."
To say that this coming "work week" would be tough is a major understatement. Not looking forward to that!
I got back "home" to my tiny apartment in Carrboro and sort of had it out with myself. How could I possibly be in love with a guy I known for only a week? How could I be acting like a "smitten" schoolgirl? I was acting like a girl who had just lost her virginity and had fallen in love with the guy who took it. I mean, get a grip Jacob McClintock! You're an Army dude. You've been in Iraq and Afghanistan. You're fucking 38 years old! So, being back at Carolina means you're suddenly 18 again? You can fall in love with the first dude who bangs you?
It went on like this for a while. I stopped to eat a TV dinner from the freezer and studied for a while. Despite my inner turmoil, I managed to concentrate enough. Then my cell rang. With trepidation, I picked it up.
"Jake, it's Kevin. I just wanted to say good night and hear your voice."
Despite my misgivings, I couldn't help but respond. "Kevin, it is so good to hear your voice." I knew I sounded like the smitten schoolgirl but couldn't help it...
"Jake, this is going to be really hard, isn't it? I won't be able to see you for real except on the weekends and not every weekend even. I'm not sure how I can deal with that. Right now I sort of hate everything I have to do that's keeping me from you."
Well no shit. How about me? "Kevin, it may even be harder for me to deal with. But, I guess we have no choice. I guess we have to take it one day at a time, don't we? Maybe we can spend time getting to know everything about each other. I mean we don't even know each other's last names. For your information, I'm Jacob Andrew McClintock at your service, sir!"
That got a laugh out of him. "Mr. McClintock, sir! Kevin Michael Williams at your service, sir!" I could imagine him clicking his heels together and did grin, despite myself.
"At ease Corporal Williams. You may address me now as Jacob and not Captain McClintock." Oh damn, where had that come from?
"Captain McClintock, I mean, Jacob, did anyone ever tell you how absolutely hunky you are?"
"Not like you just have, Corporal, I mean, Kevin. And has anyone ever told you how masculine and beautiful you both are?"
"No sir and thank you sir!"
"Kevin, we're being totally silly."
"I know sir. I think this may be what we need, sir."
Thoughtfully, I answered him, "You may be right in that..."
After a few minutes of desultory talk we had to hang up after saying "I love you" to each other. You know what? Maybe we do. Time will tell.
I decided to spy a bit to learn more about Kevin. I pulled up the web site of the "Daily Tar Heel" the school newspaper. Kevin has a pretty common name but I thought I'd see if he had done anything exceptional. I mean, if he was a serial murderer I figured I'd find something out pretty quickly, probably with a pic attached. His name and pic came up immediately! I just stared at the screen. I pulled up the local newspapers for verification, the Durham Morning Herald, the Raleigh News and Observer (Nuisance and Disturber) and then started pulling up national papers. My heart was beating madly. Oh my, oh my, oh my...
While anyone who knows the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill knows it is a "basketball school" but they may not know its best sports teams over the last five years are women's field hockey and both men and women's soccer. UNC even "invented" women's soccer about thirty years ago as what is now an exciting international sport. Men's soccer is finally catching up.
And, oh damn, there were pictures of UNC soccer player, midfielder Kevin Williams, in the newspapers. He was being considered for All American honors even though midfielders generally don't get those honors. So, "soccer practice" was a real excuse!
I looked at the pics again and realized why his legs were so very muscular as well as luscious. I thought about the fact that I was dating a campus heartthrob. The Desert Storm vet and the soccer hero... The ridiculousness of the whole situation finally got to me and I started to laugh and laughed and laughed until I finally wound down. I'm sorry; truth is stranger than fiction!
I finally went to bed, alone and lonely. And, yes, I would mention what I had found out to Kevin tomorrow afternoon at band practice.
Monday is a busy day. Most of my classes are MWF. I didn't get much opportunity to think about Kevin. However, I have to admit that I wasn't as interested in other students today as I had been last week. Every one of them was automatically being compared to Kevin. Guess I had it really bad.
Finally came time for band practice. When I rode into the bike rack near the field, I found Kevin was waiting for me. He let me lock up my bike and then gave me a big hug and flashed that incredible smile of his. I melted inside and am sure I gave him one of my goofy grins in return. We talked about nothing for a minute. Then I turned to him. "I had no idea you really were a soccer stud. Looked you up last night on the Ônet. Wow! You're famous, dude!"
He actually blushed and looked just fucking adorable. "Well, now you know. I don't like talking about that. People make too much of a deal about that fact that I can play soccer. I would have brought it up this week, sometime, though."
"I bet you're fun to watch play. I can just see you in the shorts and socks running up and down the field. And I bet when you take off your shirt at the end to trade that the whole stadium holds its breath in anticipation!"
"You shit", he yelled. I took off running. Yeah, right. Trying to outrun a soccer stud? He caught me soon after we got through the gate and tackled me. We rolled over and over until my heavier body pinned him beneath me. "Your mistake now", I said. "Hardly", he said and damn if I didn't begin to feel a new "hardness" beneath me! Grin. I started to respond and decided we'd better stop this right now before we got arrested for public lewdness or something. I also noticed some of the other band members were pretty amused by our antics and heard cries of "boys, boys"... My turn to blush.
I got up and helped Kevin up. We brushed ourselves off and tried to regain our composure. It didn't help when we heard the band director say through his megaphone, "If we're all ready, gentlemen, could we begin today's practice?"
After practice Kevin told me more about his soccer career. Evidently some professional teams were interested in him, even in Europe. However, he had decided that he would finish his Bachelor's before looking into that possibility. Even so, playing for one of the best college teams in the U.S. was not a bad thing. And his coaches were really fine coaches. He had learned a lot from them that would stand him in good stead if he did decide to go professional at some point. And yeah, when he told me his full schedule I realized why he had little time for me during the week. Really sounded like a killer. In fact the band director and the soccer coaching staff had had to have a major meeting just to work out who was going to get Kevin when. And of course he's a first trumpet, too, even an occasional soloist. I almost hit him myself when I found that out. I couldn't help blurt out, "And I'm sure you're a tenor soloist with your choir, too?" "How did you know?" he answered. I did hit him then!
"So, let me get this correct, you're a star soccer player, trumpet player, and tenor soloist. You're drop dead good-looking and smart and intelligent, and even, occasionally, witty..." His turn to consider hitting me back then... "So, what don't you do well, Mr. Perfect?"
His face crumpled a bit and he lost his swagger, "relationships", he said. OK, this conversation was going to take more time than we had. I could already tell. I knew he had supper with the team in fifteen minutes in the athletic dorm, where he had a free room as well as free partial board. Guess shared meals weren't going to be often an option either. Sigh.
Time to be the adult. I gave him a heartfelt hug and started to harden up again. Grin. Could feel him respond. I had to let him go.
"K., we'll have a real talk Friday night, ok? You're not going out of town for a game or anything?" "No, we're playing at home on Sunday afternoon. Would you come watch?" "Couldn't keep me away. I think I'm going to have to join the fan club or something!" He laughed at that. "And, K., not only do I want to hear the deep stuff about you, but I need to share about me. If we're going to be together we need to really share. Right?" He nodded, if a bit reluctantly.
Once again I thought the weekend would never come. I decided to invite Kevin for dessertÑand yes, FOR dessert, not AS dessert. I made some decaf coffee and stashed a bottle of wine for later on. Dessert was a wonderful cake from the new bakery on Franklin Street.
We both dressed up a bit. He wore a royal blue dress shirt, which brought out his eyes as well as dress slacks and shoes. I had found a shirt in just the right shade of gold to bring out my coloring, hair, and eyes. We both approved of each other's appearance. We hugged each other and, simply, didn't let go of each other! I think I managed to close the door before our clench! Still standing in the living room, him still with a bottle of wine in his right hand, we just fucking attacked each other! All right. I guess this answered my question about the order of events for the evening! LOL! Somehow we didn't ruin our nice clothes and were soon naked on the couch, still in a devastating kiss. I managed to produce a condom and lube. I knew exactly what I wanted and wanted it right now, dammit!
"May I?" he asked. "If you don't I'll hold you down and force you to", I yelled in reply.
As quickly as he could, he was "suited up" and lubed. I lay on my back on the couch. I wanted to see his face as he made love to me. After the little bit of pain he slid right into me, all the way into me, and started up. The cowboy was ready to ride and his steed was ready to get ridden! Grin. He started out slowly. That was nice of him and gentlemanly. But I didn't want that right now. Maybe later? Grin. I grabbed his gorgeous little butt and pulled him down on me. I forced the action as much as I could from this angle.
"Come on man, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you. I need you. Breed me my man. Make me yours! Show me how much you want me. Love me, Kevin!"
"Jake, I can't believe how hot you are and how hot this feels. You're a fucking tiger, too. Do you really want me that bad?"
"Shut up and fuck, stud." And I became a real power bottom then. He felt so fantastic in me. I just wanted more and more of him. I grabbed his mouth and made sure he couldn't speak. I arched my back, used my strong legs and butt and tried to get as much contact with him and his long cock as I could!
I could tell when he finally believed me. Suddenly he was a fucking machine, a real pile driver! Talk about fast and furious! I saw stars for sure then. And he gave me exactly what I wanted! I wanted passion. I wanted force. I wanted all of him. I wanted him as the man I knew he was.
Well, this couldn't last forever. We were both too hyped from waiting nearly a week to "focus" on each other. Too soon, he started to yell his orgasm. I clenched my butt muscles on his cock still pounding away. He gave one more huge thrust and hit my prostate perfectly and I came all over us, too! Oh man, I didn't need dessert after that!
He stayed in me as long as he could but finally came out. We decided not to share the cumshake this time since the real dessert was calling. He suggested a shower, but I demurred saying that there was no point in taking a shower now when we'd likely need to take another one later. That made him laugh out loud and he gave me an appreciative leer. We put on our tee shirts and boxer shorts and enjoyed the dessert. He decided to bring out the wine and skip the coffee for now. What Kevin brought turned out to be a slightly sweet Spanish sherry (Amantillado) that complimented the richness of the dessert. Later on I brought out the tawny Port I had been saving. No cigars, though. Grin.
We enjoyed the wine and the headiness of the alcohol. We were both a bit buzzed from the hot, passionate sex, and the fortified wine. Kevin turned to me with a smirk hiding a real smile beneath.
"Mr. McClintock, you're wonderful. I love you sir, I really do!"
"Mr. Williams, sir, I certainly return the sentiment."
And we reached over and held each other and kissed each other softly and romantically. Oh, I could so get used to this! However, his use of the "l" word reminded me that we were here to talk as well as have fun.
It was time.
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