Kevin

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From Kevin 6...

"I made up my bed, dropped my shorts, and decided to jack off to the day and everything that happened. In my head Kevin was pounding the shit out of me once again and declaring his love. I was panting and in heat as I pulled him into me and then I thought I saw another's eyes in lust watching us, and then came and came and came all over me!!!!

Well tomorrow is still another day, isn't it? But I was much happier now, relieved, comforted, and sated for the time being.

However as I fell asleep, I had a sudden jolt when I realized that I didn't know if the eyes that had been watching Kevin and me were really lustful. Thinking back I thought they were actually hateful. Couldn't be hateful, could they? Leftover paranoia from Iraq, I thought... If I only knew..."

I took my time enjoying my coffee, bacon and eggs. Had a leisurely shower and washed my cum off me. Washed Patrick's off of me, too. Still couldn't believe he used me to get him off. Definitely not sure how I felt about that... I mean he had been a really good friend last night and had listened to me and gave me good advice. He had rescued me from my funk. But still...

Anyway, I got dressed in my church clothes, not too fancy, but not casual either, and took the bus down to the small Episcopal Church on the bypass. I had grown up Methodist and still respected the Methodist church. However, I had realized at some point that something was missing. One of my friends in the Army had asked me to go to church with her one Sunday (long story with an unhappy ending). Turned out she was Episcopalian. Well, she and I didn't have a happy ending, but I fell in love, immediately, with the Episcopal service. I realized this was what I had been missing and never looked back.

I put on my bulky choir robe and went to practice with the other choir members. We were doing a beautiful John Rutter piece this morning and I was looking forward to it. Unfortunately I had to switch from bass to tenor at the last minute, once again, when one of the student tenors didn't show up. Sigh. I can sing that part but not easy for me. Made me think about the fact that Kevin was a real tenor. Hmmm...

I resisted the come-ons from a couple of the ladies my age to have lunch with them, telling them I had to get back to studying for tests tomorrow. I did grin thinking what their reactions would be if I said I already was "engaged", but to a gorgeous young man. My smile faded though when I thought about the word, "engaged". Were we? What were we?

I finally got back for lunch, soup and sandwich, and got ready to go to the game. I decided to ride over there and get some exercise. I tried to decide what to wear. I knew Kevin would be wearing his Carolina Blue jersey and shorts that would bring out his dark hair and blue eyes. In my mind I could already see his muscular legs pumping as he ran up and down the field. I could see his luscious thighs and remembered what they felt like around me... Damn, I'm swelling up. I decided to dress "down" hoping he'd see me in the stands and remember, too! Grin. I can be wicked when I want to. I found the cleanly washed, too small, sleeveless white tee shirt from yesterday. That would do. I decided on bigger shorts in a dark blue, though, in case I got hard from watching Kevin play. Grin again. Athletic shoes, black. Looked at myself in the mirror. My goofy grin grinned back at me. The tee showed every contour of my chest. You could even see my hard nipples push it out. I posed for a few minutes and did some bicep curls. Yup, that'll do! LOL.

I packed a big bottle of sunscreen in case I decided to lose the shirt during the game to give Kevin a real show. Since he had "lost it" the first time I had peeled off my tee in public we'd see how he reacted now. That thought stopped me in my tracks, though. Was I setting up a test for him? Hmm... I frowned at myself in the mirror when I thought that.

By the time I got to the game, it had already started. Attendance was a little spotty, especially since it was against archrival N.C. State. I mean State wasn't terribly good this year, but Carolina certainly was. I had found out we were in the top ten!

I was able to get a seat pretty near the field, right behind where Carolina had set up its bench. I was so low down I couldn't see the action very well, but I wanted to be as close to Kevin as I could. I tried to find a spot where he could see me from the field, though.

I settled in and easily picked him out. My heart started pounding as I took in his male beauty. Yeah, he sure was gorgeous all right. He was a figure of male grace and strength as he played. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The rest of the teams sort of faded into the distance as I simply just watched Kevin play. Again, I sank into a kind of obliviousness to the rest of the world as my complete attention was on Kevin.

Suddenly, I was jarred out of my rapture when a naked arm shook mine and then shook my head! What the fuck!

"Do you do this often? Do you space out like this often? Maybe you really should see the doctor!"

"Patrick!" I yelled.

"Yes?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Watching the game, unlike you."

I just shook my head. What the fuck was he doing here? I looked over at him finally. He was dressed just like last night. His sleeveless tee showed off his upper body as shamelessly as mine did. He had put on bigger shorts, but I was guessing he was still going "commando" without underwear. He was still hot. Guess that should be no surprise, but somehow it was. And his eyes were looking at me with genuine concern.

"I decided I had better come see the source of my best friend's fixation." He scanned the field and focused on Kevin. "Very nice. Taller than you, nice dark hair, I'm guessing dark blue eyes. Sculpted, athletic, body and probably has a nice cock and ass, too, although that's not so clear through those baggy shorts. Really wish they'd do something about that style. Makes gay men very unhappy. Probably has a nice smile, too, although he's concentrating on the game, unlike some people." And then he winked at me. Damn him. Busted.

OK. Time to take back the high ground here.

"Look about last night..."

"I used you. Get over it."

I stared at his bluntness in amazement. "Best friends don't use each other that way..." I began.

Again he interrupted me. "You needed to be jarred out of your funk. I needed your hot hunky body. We were best friends to each other, in the best way, as we both helped each other and gave each other what we needed."

I stared at him once again. I hadn't really thought about it that way, but there was a certain logic to what he was saying. The star debater had emerged, it seemed.

"I mean", I started over again, "I had no idea what was going on and why you would do that..."

"No", he interrupted me yet again, "you wouldn't. Did you ever ask anything about me last night? Did you ever try to talk to me and understand me in the way I tried to understand you? Do you know much of anything about me? Well, mister, I know you well now. I hope at some point you'll care enough to get to know me, too."

And with that he turned away from me and looked off into the distance.

Fuck. I felt lower than slug spit. He was absolutely right. I had been a total shit, using him, to get everything I felt about Kevin out in the open. Who could actually blame him for using me, too, even physically?

"Look, Patrick" I said and grabbed his cute bare arms.

"Don't" he said and shook me off.

I could tell he was making an effort to control himself. "We're not here to talk about me right now, although I hope we can at some point. We're here to watch Kevin." He looked at Kevin who was still concentrating hard on the game and hadn't seen me yet. I looked at the scoreboard. It was 1-0, Carolina. Still a close game.

"I can see why you're in love with Kevin. If his personality and soul are anything like his body...and if he loves your hairy, Army, macho-ness, I definitely understand everything you told me." Again the deep sadness emerged for an instant. "However, I'm not sure if you realize you're not the only one in love with him."

"What do you mean?" I asked with surprise and shock.

"Watch the game, really watch the game. You'll see it, too, I bet, Mr. Army man."

Still stunned, I took his advice.

After watching for a while even I could tell that Carolina was trying to lure State into a state of complacency before beginning the lightning fast attack I had read it was known for. Suddenly all hell broke loose! The Carolina goalie had caught a fairly inept State strike. Instead of kicking it out he threw a long two handed pass to a waiting Carolina defensive man who immediately side kicked it to Kevin who was all alone hear midfield. Without even as much as a full stride he gave an effortless kick to the open left side striker who immediately head butted it to the right side striker who caught it with his chest and kicked it immediately into the goal past the shocked goalie who was totally out of position! 2-0 Carolina in less than a minute of play! Wow! I stood up and cheered. Damn they were good! I yelled out "Kevin, Kevin"! I couldn't help it. He had set up that play. I had seen it all.

I have quite a yell, from singing and playing the tuba. Kevin heard me and found me in the stands. His fierce expression melted into the glorious smile I love so very much! I could see he was saying, "Jacob"! I yelled back, "way to go Kevin"! I could see him laughing.

And then he was caught up in a huge hug.

The right striker who had scored the goal, picked Kevin up as if he were a boy and ground his body into Kevin's in as sexual a hug as I've ever seen in public and kissed him. What the fuck? I know soccer players do that kind of thing, but hadn't actually seen anything quite like this. What the fuck again? Who the fuck was this dude?

I felt Patrick trying to get my attention. Reluctantly I gave him my attention. He handed me the program for the game and pointed at a name on the Carolina starting line-up. He pointed at the name, Marco Cabrillo, right striker. There was a picture of an absolutely beautiful guy next to the name. Long, chestnut hair, deep brown, sparkling eyes, 6'4, 185 pounds...I turned back to the field. Marco was still hugging Kevin. He hadn't let go. He had ignored the other striker near him who had set him up for the goal and had run to find Kevin for the hug. He was hugging Kevin much too tightly and much too long. I'm not a jealous person, but I suddenly flushed with anger. Who gave him the right to hug Kevin that way? I started to stand up and make my way down to the field, not thinking at all, just reacting.

I finally realized that Patrick was practically on my back, trying to get me to sit down.

My rage subsided then. I was being a fool. I decided Kevin was just being friendly to Marco and accepting his excitement, nothing more.

Patrick got my attention once again. He pointed at a man standing and clapping near us.

Wow! If you can imagine the completely mature Kevin, here he was! The man near us was beaming Kevin's smile, clapping and yelling. He had silver sideburns contrasting with his dark hair and deep blue eyes. Late 40s? He had Kevin's body and Kevin's shoulders, waist, and legs. He was dressed like Patrick and me and his big biceps flexed as he clapped away. I think my jaw dropped and I saw that Patrick's had. If this wasn't Kevin's dad then the Pope wasn't Catholic! I saw Patrick lick his lips with lust. I'm not sure I didn't either.

I looked back at the field and was completely floored by the resemblance. Marco finally let go of Kevin who immediately turned to search for me in the crowd. I yelled, "Kevin" as loudly as I could again. Kevin found me and beamed at me again. I beamed right back at him. I could see he had found his Dad near us and gave him a thumb's up sign. Then he turned back to me. Suddenly Marco put himself between Kevin and me. With his bigger body he blotted out Kevin. His eyes found mine. With a shock I realized his look of hate was the look I had seen last night as I was cumming. Oh shit. War had just been declared. Well, if he wants a fight, I'll give him one, dammit! I glared back at him, just as strongly as he glared at me. We both nodded slightly at each other. Challenge thrown down. Challenge accepted.

Just then someone took hold of Marco and dragged him to the side. It was time to recommence play. I looked at the man and was again surprised. This was obviously the head coach of the team. It was just as obvious that this man was Marco's Dad! If not quite as tall and muscular as Marco, he was certainly just as good looking, even if probably the same age as Kevin's Dad. He looked like he'd have no problem taking the field and keeping up with the 20 year olds.

Play recommenced.

I watched for a while, figuring Carolina would play a defensive game until halftime and hold on to its lead. Yup. Kevin wasn't doing much more than keeping State from mounting much of an attack. My attention wandered and I looked at Patrick. To my surprise I realized he wasn't watching the game either. I could see him scoping out first Kevin's Dad, then Marco, and then Marco's Dad.

I cleared my throat. "Now who's not watching the game?"

To my delight, he actually blushed a bit.

"Busted. So many men, so little time", he murmured. I laughed as he quoted that old saying, "inverting" the "normal" point of view.

"So, who's it going to be?" I asked, laughing still.

"Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo," he answered, looking at Marco, Marco's Dad, Kevin's Dad, and turned to me for the "mo". That made me blush a bit, too. The boy was certainly hot.

"Well, this will require a great deal of `research', won't it?" he remarked. He smiled a very mischievous and devilish smile. I started to sweat a bit.

He leered at me but said, "No worries, Jacob. I'm not going to even try to interfere with you and Kevin. I can see what's there between you two and respect that. However, if he lets that Latin heartthrob steal him away from you, I'm there for the rebound fuck, you macho Army hunk!"

I grinned at that, despite myself, and despite my new worries about the fight Marco and I had just launched for Kevin.

"Anyway", he said, "let's talk, at least, a couple of times during the week when you're not studying. You owe me the chance to tell my story."

I nodded, abashed again.

"OK, I'm going to start my research'", he said. "No time like the present." He picked the program and his stuff, but turned to me before he left and said, "Jacob, wait until the second half before taking off your shirt." What? I thought! "You're so obvious. Don't forget how well your best friend knows you. And, yes, I saw that you saw who loves Kevin, too. I saw the looks you guys gave each other. I know you're getting ready to fight for him and will use whatever weapons you have in your arsenal." With that he gave me a quick grope to the crotch, which made me gasp! He grinned again. "And you told me his reaction to your naked chest when he first met you. So, the fact that you'll strip in public for him again is merely a logical deduction." He thought harder. "Oh, go down to congratulate him at halftime. I bet he'll have thought of a way to spend quality' time with you after the game. He'll want to tell you about it then." He frowned then and the sadness reemerged. "He loves you very much Jacob. Don't forget that." He then brightened. "Now to see if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, or is it if the block the chip is of is like the chip. Hmm, neither one of those work, do they? Anyway, time to see if the father is like the son!"

With that he made his way over the Kevin's Dad. While I couldn't hear their conversation it was obvious that Patrick was congratulating Kevin's Dad on Kevin's assisted goal. I saw that the Dad was first a bit puzzled by Patrick, but then quite proud. He smiled that glorious smile and Patrick smiled back with his no less devastating smile. That gave the Dad pause! He started to reevaluate this young man who had just introduced himself. I grinned as I could see the Dad start to scope out the very hot, nearly naked, young Patrick, and that he liked what he saw! Wow. Maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and the block and the chip do have a lot in common! My grin got bigger as I saw that when the Dad finally raised his gaze back to Patrick's face he realized that Patrick was scoping him out just as thoroughly! LOL. My laughter deepened when I saw them catch each other's eyes and saw them recognize each other's sexual interest and suddenly smile even bigger time at each other!

Well, Patrick had hooked his "fish", hook, line, and sinker. He'd be able to complete his first "research" project. Just a question of time, now...

Halftime finally! I made my way down to the field and, just as Patrick had figured, Kevin rushed over to greet me and grab me in a big hug. I held him, absolutely adoring the feeling of his big sweaty body in mine. He looked me over and said, "Damn, you look great! Love the shirt!"

"Don't get too attached to it", I said. I'll probably have to take it off some time during the second half to get some sun." His eyes widened and I grinned big time. "Wow", he said. "I'll look forward to that. Anyway, I've worked it out to have some `quality time' with you after the game. Meet me outside of the locker room about a half hour after the game. Promise me you will?" he pleaded.

I smiled at his choice of words, same as Patrick's.

"Of course you big fuck", I replied. His smile became wider at my choice of words. My ass twitched in response!

"I'd better go before I get a hard-on. Can't wait Jakey!" He turned and ran away.

I murmured, "I can't wait either my Kevin." I turned and felt malevolent eyes boring into me before I even saw them. Marco nodded at me again, promising a fight. I changed my tactics. I suddenly gave him my sweetest and most innocent smile and then turned and walked back up into the stands.

I waited until halfway through the second half before losing my shirt. I stripped it off slowly and carefully. I then made a show of applying sunscreen all over the newly exposed parts of my body. I looked to the field to see if Kevin had noticed. His face was hot and red and not from playing. Guess he did. However, realized after looking around that he wasn't the only one who had noticed. Both Patrick and Kevin's Dad had noticed and were staring. They were now even holding each other's hands surreptitiously. Mutual seduction there was progressing well. Others had, too. I even heard a couple of wolf whistles. I blushed big time then. It was all I could do to not put my shirt back on. Then I saw Marco's glare. I gave him another big smile and decided to use all of my "weapons" as Patrick had advised. I stayed shirtless for the rest of the game, giving anyone who wanted a show. However, just before the end (Carolina was now up 3-0 on a nice shot from the left field striker) I left to avoid anyone who wanted to meet me and made my way towards the designated assignation place. I knew I'd have to wait but didn't care. I was able to pick out a place where I could see everybody exit the locker area but not have the players exiting see me. Eventually the whole team left. I was most interested in seeing Marco and his Dad leave, deep in conversation. However, was very disappointed to hear them speaking in rapid Spanish. I didn't know much Spanish, sigh. And close up, their male beauty, both of them, was a bit overwhelming, even depressing. I suddenly wished Patrick really good luck with both of them, if he decided to continue his `research'. That made me smile. Finally Kevin came out, barely dressed, and looked around for me. I showed myself after teasing him for a few minutes. Yeah, guess I do have a wicked streak. His relief was palpable. "Come on Jake, come on", he said.

He led me into the bowels of the stadium. He took a set of keys from some pocket and unlocked doors and relocked them until finally we were in some kind of training room with a massage bench in the middle with a shower room attached. He stopped and looked at me with a barely restrained grin and said, "Mr. Trainer, I think I pulled a muscle. Would you mind working it out for me?" He looked so eager and adorable that I wanted to kiss him. Later, I thought. Playing along, I asked, "and where is this muscle, young man?" "Let me show you", he replied.

He quickly dropped his shorts (no underwear) and was naked from the waist down. Wow. I was salivating! He pointed to his left butt muscle. I went hard in seconds. Without prompting he stripped his shirt off and was totally naked before me. He smiled at my bulging eyes and lay down on the massage table giving me full access to his totally naked body.

As soon as I had any control over my body I sat on top of him and started to massage his butt muscle. I'm actually a pretty good masseur. Don't ask how I learned. I could tell that Kevin hadn't expected that. He was getting seriously turned on, judging by his moans. He only interrupted me to complain that my clothes were chafing him and could I please take them off? The wily bastard! I did what he asked and was soon naked on top of him. He then asked me to do his shoulders, and could I please lie on top of him to add heat to his lower back, too? It was all I could do not to chuckle. He had planned this out well! Soon, my naked, hairy chest was tickling his back. I massaged his shoulders while frotting his backside. I sensuously rubbed my naked front against his naked back. Soon, he was pushing up his butt, trying to catch my cock with it, writhing beneath me! Wow, this was some seduction scene! I desperately wanted to sink my cock into his virgin ass and give him what he was asking for! Yet, yet... Not yet. I opened his crack with my thick cock and started sliding my cock between his cheeks. I started fucking his crack with my cock, our sweat allowing me to slide it around with ease. I started to slam his back with my front. I rubbed our bearded faces together and whispered in his ear, "does this help all of your muscles, young man?" He just moaned. I could tell he was close. I then suddenly stuck two fingers in him and found his prostate and hit his button! He actually squealed then and came! I let myself cum all over his beautiful butt then, too!

We both came down slowly from our high. I kissed him softly, still on top of him, relishing the feeling of his butt against my crotch. Damn, he was beautiful absolutely everywhere.

Eventually we both wound down. I got off of him and helped him to his feet. He swayed a bit. I had forgotten how hard he worked when playing and he had now had another workout that included a major sexual episode. I held him and put him back on the massage table. I got him a big glass of water and made him drink it. Got him a second one before letting him up.

He finally focused again and looked at me. "You really, really, love me, too, don't you?" he asked. I nodded yes. He looked satisfied. Silence, except for the click of the old-fashioned clock on the wall... We both looked at it with dissatisfaction but then saw the time. "Oh shit", we both said in unison. No long languid shower for us today. Huge sigh of disappointment... We jumped into the shower, scrubbed each other in 30 seconds, washed the cum and sweat off as fast as we could. We both got dressed quickly and exited as quickly as unlocking and relocking doors allowed. We finally were back outside and had to leave each other.

He kissed me deeply and passionately and turned to leave. I knew I would "hate myself in the morning", but I had to talk.

"Kevin", he turned back, "Marco loves you, too." There, it was out. To my surprise he laughed out loud. Marco's as straight as an arrow. But thanks for the laugh." I thought, he may be straight as an arrow but he's shooting with a recurved bow!" I didn't know what to say but was suddenly a bit afraid. "Kevin, just be careful." He laughed again. "Of Marco? Don't worry, Jakey. We're just teammates. However, he is teaching me Spanish." I bet he is, I thought, although he'd rather be teaching you "French". What could I say then? With huge misgivings I let him go after another soul-shattering kiss.

I rode home quickly. I wanted to go to Patrick's apartment to get advice but then realized I didn't know where he lived. And of course he could be with Kevin's Dad, too. And what the fuck was Kevin's Dad's name anyway?

I ate very quickly. An entire night of studying awaited... I sat down and asked God for strength. I guess I received it since I started studying then. I slept between 3 and 6 and went over details I had decided would be the most important on all the tests. I made it into school, and did the very best I could on the tests. I skipped band practice, sent the director a note about why, and came home and fell asleep without eating supper.

About 10 PM was awakened by a loud knocking on my door... I finally woke up enough to stagger to the door, not even realizing I was still dressed. I opened the door to find Patrick looking me over. "Long, but very pleasant afternoon before a long night studying and a long day taking tests, eh?" he said. I nodded. "I won't keep you long and will let you go back to bed very soon. And you will sleep better in your PJs, I thinkÑor in your case, naked I guess." He looked me over again. "Actually, what I was going to tell you can wait. But let me tuck you in before I leave." And he actually did just that. I was so tired. I thought I saw a huge look of lust on his face when he stripped me naked. I thought I heard him murmur, "Jacob, if you only knew how beautiful you are". But I knew I was imagining all of that.

He drew back the covers and tucked me in. He put a glass of water by my bed. He kissed me good night, although on the lips in a kiss that almost woke me up. He hurriedly let that go. He started to turn out the light and then asked, "What time do you need to be up tomorrow?" I was almost back asleep. I mumbled, "nine?" "Fine", he said. "I'll take your keys and lock your door for you. I'll unlock it early and put your keys in the couch. I have a 9:15 I have to make. However, we're talking tomorrow night. There's a lot you have to know."

At least I think that's what he said. I was snoring within minutes...

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