Kevin, part 4
(From Kevin, part 3) "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."
I (very) reluctantly disengaged myself for Kevin's arms and what soon would probably turn into another fantastic sex session with him.
"Mr. Williams", I said. "Time to talk before we don't. Talk to me about you. I want to know everything about you. If we're falling in love we need to know who we're falling in love with, right?"
He nodded reluctantly. His whole body tensed up. He tried to relax himself and gave me a mock salute and said, "Yes, Mr. McClintock, sir!"
His eyes popped open when I automatically gave him a real military salute.
"Oh" was all he could say to that.
"And Mr. Williams, you don't need to say where you're from. I can hear that Broughton High School accent in every word you say."
"What?" he sputtered.
"Yup. Your high school in Raleigh and a couple of others in North Carolina have really distinctive accentsÉReynolds in Winston-Salem, Myers Park and East Meck.in Charlotte, GastoniaÉ"
I had clearly floored him and took pity on him.
"Talk to me about you, my man."
He grimaced but started to talk. "Well, there's not a whole lot to say. I'm a single child. My dad is a doctor in RaleighÑand yes I went to BroughtonÑmy mom worked as a nurse until she got tired of the hours and the stress. My dad played soccer as a kid in Chapel Hill in the "Rainbow Soccer League". He loved the sport and made sure I learned it as soon as I could. I think I grew up obsessed by his obsession with soccer. He and I would practice constantly together. As soon as I was old enough he got lessons for me from people who really knew how to play. From the time I could join a team he was my biggest fan. He was always encouraging me, pushing me, and making me work harder. He worked out with me all the time, too. Frankly, Jake, he's still in great shape. If you think I'm hot, you would probably think he is, too."
I just nodded. However, the idea of a late 40s Kevin did appeal!
He was still talking. "But there wasn't much emotional love there. Neither he nor my mom are affectionate people. They're wonderful, don't get me wrong, but not `loving'. I know they love me, but I wanted some real emotion, and, yes, love. I started looking for that with girls. I know you can imagine that I had no problems getting dates."
Understatement.
"But when I tried to get close to a girl, they retreated. They loved my body, I guess. They loved kissing me and having me play with their bodies. A couple even let me fuck them. But there was something missing. And then the guy who used to be my band roommate changed my world. He was also a trumpet. We were constantly competing for solos. On a band trip last year I was complaining in the room about how shallow girls were and how they didn't want a real relationship. I could tell he wasn't happy with me then.
You know what', he said. They're not the problem. You're the problem. You are so into you and so not there for anyone else. No one is going to give their souls to you since they know you would just swallow up what they give and not give back. You don't even know that I'm in love with you, do you?' And with that he took me into his arms and gave me an incredible kiss. I was stunned! I guess I recovered quickly enough though. We went on to have sex. In fact we had sex pretty often. I also found out where to meet other guys on campus and experimented with them, too. But I never fell in love with any of them. And yeah, my roomie was crushed that I could never reciprocate what he said he felt for me.
But when I saw you with your masculine as hell look and your confidence and `swagger', something happened. When I saw your cute face and then when you peeled off your tee shirt to show off your fucking hot body, something else happened. When you flirted with me by posing and then ignoring me, I lost it. I fell in loveÑor maybe lustÑat first sight. I was going to get you naked in bed if you had even one gay bone in your body! I swore that to myself.
And after getting to know you over the past two weeks, I know your soul matches your body. You are an amazing man, Mr. McClintock. I love you, Jakey!"
We both held each other then and cried just a bit from the emotion. My turn.
I looked Kevin deeply in his (fucking beautiful) eyes. How to tell my story? "Kevin, while I think I'm falling in love with you, too, you need to know more about me. I'm a lot older than youÉ"
He interrupted me with a shake of the head. Well, that irritated me. Time for the full truthÉHe started talking first though.
"Jake, I know you're older than I am. But as you have seen, I'm pretty `old' for my age. I may only be nearly 22 but I'm not 22 in most ways. And the fact that you're probably close to 30 isn't that big of an age difference anyway."
I almost laughed aloud at his na've conclusions. Instead I took his head in my hands and said, "K., my man, I'm not 28, try 38. I'm closer to your dad's age than yours. I'm almost old enough to be your father."
His surprise and shock was plain. I'm not going to let up though.
"I left Carolina in my senior year to go fight in Iraq. I've been in the military ever since. I've served in Afghanistan, Korea, and Germany as well as Iraq. I speak a little of the languages of all those places. I'm trained as a medic. I've seen guys die when I couldn't help them.
All of that has made it hard for me to love anyone else. I am very suspicious of love. I've also had my heart broken and stomped on twice, once by a woman and once by a man. No details about either one of them right now.
I know what you're offering, I really do. However I want you to know who you're offering it to. I'm not a 20 year old. I'm a pretty tough and pretty scarred man. You can't see my scars. They're not physical; they're mental. I've lived a much tougher life than most people my age. And would I wish it were different? Nope. I am who I am. Everything I've experienced is me. And if you can love all of that and all of what has made me me then we have a future together. If not, I understand. The sex we've had will always be an incredible memory."
I ran down then. I was trying not to feel miserable. I knew I had done the right thing in getting us to both talk. But I really, really, liked Kevin and even loved him. I figured I had just thrown away any chance of an "us" together. Still, I had to be honest. I looked down at the cheap carpet in the apartment and tried not to cry.
To my great surprise I felt his strong hands raise my face up to look at him.
"Well, Jacob, everything you told me is a big surprise. However nothing you've said has changed how I feel about you. In fact what you said has made what I feel about you even stronger. You are even more complicated and tougher than I thought. I do wonder, though, how you can love a guy as young and inexperienced as I am." He shook his head as I started to interrupt.
"No, let me finish. What neither one of us has said is that neither one of us has been in a real love relationship, have we? Neither one of us has been in love with someone who was in love with them, have we? We are both still virgins in terms of real love, right?"
I had to nod.
"I recognize the age and experience difference, but is there any reason not to be in love and see where that takes us? Is there!?!," he yelled.
I had to shake my head, no.
And then the passion erupted! Kevin fucking attacked me! Before I really knew what was happening we were both naked again and he was swallowing my cock to the root! I was hard within seconds! He fondled my balls and my nips and just fucking worked me over. Too soon, I yelled at him that I was going to cum! He worked me over even harder then! Oh shit, oh damn, oh fuck!!! I burst out gallons of cum into his hot mouth!
And of course K. shared that with me! Wow. I have to say I think his cum is sweeter than mine. Still, sharing mine with himÉ And then he lubed me and him up.
"Let's be tested next week, ok, so we can do without the wrapper?"
I nodded yes. The thought of his warm cum up my ass was super hot!
After he prepped us both he soon stuck his long thin cock into me. I moaned when he hit bottom. He took my face in his hands and opened my mouth to his. Soon, we were truly making love. I loved him in me and he loved being in me. We were attached. We were connected. We were part of each other. We fucked for hours and hours (I thought). There was nothing in the world but us.
I eventually got hard again from Kevin's masterful fucking. I started to use my ass muscles to milk his gorgeous cock. We edged for even more hours until we finally pushed each over the edge!
Was glad I didn't know the people next door as we screamed out our orgasms at top voice!
When we finally came down from our high, Kevin asked if it was time, now, for a shower before bed. I nodded yes this time. And knew we'd be sleeping naked and in a loving clinch all night long. Figured something else might happen later on, too. Grin.
There was a lot to absorb from tonight (meaning our talking, not our fucking, LOL).
As we got ready to get in the shower together and enjoy the feeling of our hot bodies wet, soapy, rubbing each other all over, Kevin did have a question for me.
"Jakey, my lover", he said. And I did react again to the "l" wordÉ"Jakey, do you want to fuck me, too?"
I looked at the impossibly handsome Kevin and thought about his gorgeous small butt.
"Of course I do, stud. But I have to trust you completely before I do that."
"You have to what!!!!" he yelled in outrage.
End of part 4. Hugs to all. Mikedave01@yahoo.com