Kevin

From Kevin seven:

"About 10 PM I was awakened by a loud knocking on my doorÉ 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 with no sleep and a very 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." He stopped and looked at me with amusement. "And you will sleep better in your PJs, I think--or 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 minutesÉ"

The alarm woke me up in time. After coffee I felt like a human being again. Suddenly I remembered that Patrick had come by last night. I sort of remember his saying something about needing to talk to me. Well, we'll work that out.

I vaguely remembered that Patrick had said something about my keys and the couch. I rummaged through the couch and found them. Surprised I remembered! I went over and locked the door and took a real shower, unlike the super quick clean up of yesterday, no, day before yesterday afternoon. Oh well, even if the company were lacking, the hot water was nice.

I went into campus to the library. I was going to get ahead on my studying so I wouldn't have to do another allnighter anytime soon! Tuesday and Thursdays are my easy days. So, by the time band practice came around I was feeling a whole lot better about my studies, if not about my love life.

After a long practice, Kevin and I didn't have much time to talk, with his busy schedule, but we did want to hug and see each other face to face.

Every time I see him, I see him for the first time, with his hot, yet beautiful, face and body. After a strong, but not scandalous hug, we looked at each other deeply.

"I missed you yesterday", he said, "but knew what was happening. Actually didn't even expect you at practice, so wasn't surprised."

"Yeah, I was asleep by the time you guys got on the field! Spent all day today getting ahead so I don't have to do that again any time soon!"

"Good idea!" We looked at each other again, knowing we didn't have much time.

"Look, I've been thinking about what you said about Marco. I still can't buy it. Why do you think that?"

"Well, it's not just me who's seen how he looks at you."

"Who then?"

Oh fuck, how to explain Patrick? I'm not sure I can. "Did you see the guy who was sitting next to me in the stands on Sunday?"

He nodded. "Yeah, pretty cute guy, right?"

I hoped my expression was neutral. "Yeah, he is. He lives in the same apartment complex as me and came up to sit with me since he's seen me around. He saw you and me yelling at each other and saw Marco blocking my view of you. He said, "Wow, if that guy isn't the jealous type'. I asked him what he meant and he just told me to watch you and Marco play. Well I did. So, anytime Marco could tell you weren't watching him or couldn't see him, he certainly gave you some `interesting' looks!"

Kevin frowned. Even then he was so fuckin' sexy. "I'm sorry that just doesn't fit the guy I know. HmmmÉ Maybe the three of us could go out sometime so you could see the guy I know."

Wow, that sounded like real fun.

"OK, I guess. So, can I have some more quality time with you Friday night?"

"No can do. We'll have to wait until Sunday night. The team has an away trip at Maryland and Washington, DC. Playing UMD and Georgetown, alternate days."

"I guess I have to take what I can get then." I hoped I didn't sound too whiney.

"Oh my man", he said, "you know you're the only man for me! Love me?"

"Love you", I sighed and we hugged again.

He started to turn away, both of us still sad. I had a thought. "So who's your roommate on away game trips?"

"Why Marco, of course." He laughed at my shock. "Don't worry, he's straight I tell you!"

"Have you been roommates before?"

"No, this will be our first time."

I did NOT like those words coming out of his mouth. OK, stop worrying and stop being jealous. Maybe it was just as Kevin said? Maybe? In a pig's eye, I answered internally!

I had to say goodbye. Yeah, lots to think aboutÉ

As if he had made an appointment, Patrick showed up at my door at 9 PM with a sixpack of decent beer. Amused, I put my textbook down. I was definitely ready for a break!

Patrick let himself in, went into the kitchen and came out with opened bottles for both of us.

"To us", he said. I frowned at him, which caused him to smile his mischievous smile. He then added, as if he had always meant to add, "friends". I couldn't help but chuckle and toasted him back.

We drank our first swallow and he looked a bit pensive. "Where to start, where to startÉWell, first of all, as far as the network knows, Marco is not out at all."

"The network?"

"All of us who walk on the other side'. I asked about him on Sunday, but no one claims to have had' him or even seen him with a guy. And yes, a lot of people in the community' certainly know who he is. You can't look like a Spanish soap opera star and not be noticed on this campus by those would like nothing better than to be his first'. On the other hand, when I asked about Kevin and Marco, we were not the only ones to notice Marco's seeming infatuation with Kevin and Kevin's seeming indifference to it. So, just in case you were telling yourself you hadn't seen something that you know you sawÉwell, you did."

I shook my head at that last sentence.

"So, this seems to be a new development for Mr. Marco caused by your Kevin. In fact I wonder if Marco has even really worked out yet what is exactly going on in his gorgeous Latin heart right now. And Jacob", he looked over at me as if he was looking over a pair of non-existent eyeglasses, "it may be that seeing you and Kevin so happily together may be the tipping point in this new development."

"Oh great", I said, "so now I've caused the Latino heartthrob to realize his heart beats with passion for Kevin and hatred for me?"

"That about sums it up."

"Well that is just fucking great. Guess what I found out today? Kevin is going to go on an away game trip this weekend, Fri. and Sat. and guess who will be his roommate all weekend, for the first time?"

"Oh my!"

"Bloody hell, you mean! I was trying not to worry about that and now you tell me that Marco really does have a thing for Kevin and they'll be spending two nights together, probably naked in the same bed, the two soccer hunks together! Oh just bloody great!"

"Calm down Jacob!"

"Tell me why?"

"I doubt anything will happen. I don't think Marco will even make a pass. I doubt he has fully worked out how he feels about Kevin. However, I don't doubt that he has figured out exactly how he feels about you since it's clear to him that you're a threat to anything that might happen between him and Kevin."

I looked hard at him. He certainly did look convinced of the truth of his logic. However, was a debaterÉ AnywayÉ

"Ok. I'll try to deal. What else did you find out?"

"Well, no one really knows much about Marco's Dad, "Diego". He was born in Mexico but moved to the California as a young man. Marco is pure Southern Californian, but still speaks Spanish with his father. Diego was a brilliant soccer player as a young man and played for one of the leading Mexican clubs. However, after a tough injury he decided his future was in the U.SÉ The network thinks there might be hope for one of our members to score' with him. The network's collective gaydar' is that he might just swing both ways and that his son's attraction to Kevin comes from the paternal direction."

I raised my eyebrows at that.

"Now as for Daniel Williams, father of your beloved Kevin, I can give you absolutely the most reliable information possible about him!"

My eyebrows went even higher.

"Oh yes. One of my many, many, faults is that I do, indeed, kiss and tell!"

"Must you?"

"Yes."

"Could I stop you?"

"Probably not."

I sat back, resigned to hearing about Patrick's adventure with Kevin's Dad.

"Daniel was able to come by the apartment last night while you were snoozing. He had a meeting to attend in Chapel Hill'--an assignation would be more like it! He was very sweet and formal, though. He brought me flowers and a nice bottle of red wine. We sipped some of that and talked for a while. I asked him about Kevin and he told me how proud he was of him and how much he enjoyed seeing him grow up into such a great young man. At one point he did mention that he was starting to wonder a bit about Kevin, though, since Kevin wasn't really dating anybody. Well, I decided to leave that alone and just mumbled something. He talked about how he liked working out with Kevin and staying in shape that way. I couldn't help but comment what a good shape he was. Grin. That got a laugh. Later he got a bit more serious and asked me why I had invited him over and not someone like Kevin, to which I gave the obvious answer that I liked older men who had experience to match their beauty'. And then I continued, and I hope you like younger men who delight in learning from experience'. With that I moved over until I was almost in his lap and asked, are you a good teacher, Daniel? If you are I'd love to be your favorite student.' and I leaned into him and raised my face to his.

Well give the man credit! He lowered his mouth to mine and gave me an expert kiss! Yum!"

I was starting to squirm a bit in my chair. "Patrick, are you going to give me a blow by blow of what happened? I don't think that is necessary."

He grinned and said, "well `blow' is certainly an important word to use in describing the action, indeed!" After my wince, he continued, "I love older men, company included, I guess." And gave me another mischievous grinÉ "We both took our time, although eventually we found our way to my bed and eventually we were naked together. And man if your Kevin looks like Daniel, I can see why you're interested! Beautiful body, with hot chest, little bit of chest hair, strong shoulders, great pecs and nipplesÉis your Kevin as turned on by nipple biting as Daniel? Speechless, eh? And those strong long legs and great thighs. Love that little ass and the long, thin cock that fits perfectly in you and hits your hot spot with no problem at all!"

I was sweating a bit and, despite myself, getting turned on, thinking about how alike father and son certainly were. And when I heard the Dad had the perfect cock like the Son, I gave myself a quick shake to calm down, which Patrick noticed of course.

"Ah, like Father, like Son here, too?" and he gave a very evil little chuckle. "And Jacob, here I was thinking you were a total top? What other secrets do you have waiting to be revealed? Uncle Patrick is all ears. Ah, mum's the word, or is it dad's the word'? Anyway, to avoid further Jacob embarrassment I can conclude by saying that I was made a very happy man and I believe a very happy man left my apartment as well. We're already making plans to meet again as soon as another meeting' in Chapel Hill can be organized."

I cocked my head at that.

He laughed at me. "No, we're not picking out china or anything. And he is still married, by the way. So, festina lente' as the Emperor Augustus said." I rolled my eyes at him and his erudition. "For those of you whose education has been remiss and have never studied the noble language, it means, make haste slowly'. And he grinned again.

You know, he really was cute, even if he was such an ass, too. I couldn't help but grin back at him.

"Besides, I still have two more research projects to complete."

Oh yeah, Marco and his dadÉ

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, but we both have early classes tomorrow." He grinned again at his unintentional rhyme, "and I'm a poet, although I don't know it." This time I laughed out loud. "Hug me Jacob, hug me tight, and I'll be gone." I did and felt his body melt into mine, except for one very firm part that managed, somehow, to stroke my counterpart, which became equally hard very quickly.

I could feel him getting ready for another quip and stopped him just in time. "Don't!" I said. "And be off before I forget I'm a gentleman."

"Oh, is that a promise?" he vamped.

I raised my hand and threatened a spanking at that!

"Kinky, aren't we?" he responded to my gesture.

This time I swung my hand at his cute little butt. He moved out of the way, and fast!

"Ciao" he yelled as he vanished.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I was glad to see Kevin every evening, even if not for very long and always in public. We didn't mention Marco again. I was just going to have to trust that Kevin knew what he was talking about. And talking more about Marco might actually make him before more of a problem than less of one. So, we talked about inconsequential things, but we tried to get to know each other better in all of these short conversations. We also tried to be sure the other knew of our love. Frustrating, but better than nothing, certainly. I did download the band and soccer schedules and mapped them on my calendar. I started to fantasize about a weekend alone with Kevin that would give us time to deepen our relationship (as well as make wild passionate love all weekend long, lOL). Fall break just might work, or at least two days of it might.

I didn't see Patrick after Tuesday evening. I started to actually miss the little bugger. And since I hadn't managed to get his apartment number or his cell, I couldn't contact him. Guess I'd just have to wait for him to contact me. HmmÉthat sounded so much like him. I think he liked being in control of relationships, if that is what he and I had? Best friends? Hmph.

The weekend came. No real plans except for the home game on Saturday, Sunday church, and having Kevin over Sunday evening. I had gone by the town library and got some science fiction and fantasy novels by my favorite writers. I had just settled down with one of them and a beer in my favorite armchair when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? I thought.

I opened the door and, surprise, surprise, it was Patrick, but it was a Patrick I barely recognized. Man was he dressed! He had on tight leather pants that showed me he had been cut at birth. Grin. His shiny, deep blue shirt was tight in the right places and loose in the other right places and unbuttoned enough to show off his rack. And his hair! He had frosted the front curls, giving him some kind of surfer dude look that he actually was carrying off successfully!

I could tell he enjoyed the surprise he caused.

"Dude", he said. We are going out!" He sneered at my novel and can of beer. He strode past me and went into my bedroom.

"Now wait just a minute", I said.

He ignored me totally. I found him rummaging through my closet. "Nope, nope, nope", he said. He looked at me as if I were some of clod from the country. "Don't you have anything to wear for dancing?"

"Dancing?"

He kept looking. "Finally" he said. It was a white western shirt I had bought for some kind of costume party a few years ago. Fringe and everything, did sort of accentuate my chest, too, since it wasn't quite big enough. "Tightest jeans? He asked. I opened my jean drawer and pulled out a pair I hadn't been willing to give away yet. Knees were getting thin, but no hole yet. Definitely faded to nearly Carolina blue. "Those'll do. Hat and boots I hope?" I found them finally in the bottom of the closet. "Strip!" I hesitated. "It's not like we haven't been naked together already! Strip." I had to give him that one. And the memory of bear hugging him naked started to make me hard. Stop that! I stripped down to my briefs and looked at Patrick. "Those, too. You're going commando so everyone can admire your cock in your jeans." "But the jeans are so tight they might hurt me if I get hard or something." "Tough." He felt the front of the jeans. "This feels pretty soft and a bit worn. HmmÉeven better!" And he chuckled his wicked chuckle. "Even less to separate your hot cock from the world!"

I barked a bit at that. He laughed.

I got the jeans on and the boots. So far, so good, admiring glances from Patrick. I could tell he approved of the hat, too. I put on the Western shirt and saw disapproval for the first time. "No, absolutely not", he said. "Where's the tightest white tee shirt that you have?" I picked one out. "Put that on, tuck it in, and put the hat on. Yes, YesÉ Tough look for a tough guyÉ Super macho. This will so work. You can wear your jeans jacket over there. Now for your expressionÉ Ok, give me the expression you'd give an insurgent in Iraq you suspected of having a bomb planted on them."

What the fuck! I cannot believe he said that! That was so wrong on so many different levels that I went breathless in shock! Oh, I gave him the look then. I gave him my very hardest look.

"Oh shit", he said, with a sudden expression of terror. "I screwed up there didn't I? I am now afraid. I am actually afraid of you Jacob McClintock."

I didn't let him off the hook for another few minutes. I finally said, "don't you ever, ever again, trivialize what happened over there, to me or anyone else who was there. You're lucky I like you so much you're not lying in a pool of your own blood." I meant it.

And I turned away from him to control myself. I knew he didn't understand. Who could who hadn't been there? Still.

He finally spoke to me in the most abashed voice I had ever heard him use. "I am so very, very, fucking sorry, Jacob. Even for me that was a new height in stupidity. Please forgive my stupidity and thoughtlessness. Please?"

I nodded.

"And did you say that you like me so well'. Do you like me so much', too? And how about `so very, very, much'?"

I finally looked at him. He did clean up well, I had to admit.

"I so want to put you over my knee and spank some sense into you", I finally said.

"Promises, promises", he replied. "I'll take a rain check. Besides supper is ready."

He led me out of the apartment to his own apartment. I finally found out were he lived. He had spent a lot more time furnishing his apartment than I had. It actually looked cozy and homelike and not utilitarian like mine. And I soon realized he had prepared a wonderful meal for us! We took our time. Lovely little appetizers, a light Italian main course, salad and cheese and just enough very nice light red wine. Ok, a man who could cook like this had to be forgiven, I decided finally.

And he insisted on messing a bit with my short hair before just putting the hat on me.

We finally decided to leave for the gay club to go dancing around 10:30. To my surprise Patrick had a car and it wasn't a little Mazda sports car or something similar. Grin. We drove over to Durham to the club (who knew that Durham, North Carolina was the most tolerant city in the U.S.?).

I couldn't remember the last time I had been dancing. Actually was looking forward to it.

The bar and club were jumping. Music was pounding. It was full of hot, young, guys. You could tell that Universities were big business in this area. As we got used to the change in lighting I started to enjoy all of the "eye candy". Very nice! Here and there I even recognized a few people from my classes and from the band. I knew that not everyone here would be gay, lesbian, or bi. Still. Very interesting! I saw them scope me out, too, and a couple of them raised their glasses to me, also indicating their approval of my "look" and my "date". I nodded back to them.

I looked out on the floor and enjoyed the pure energy of the mass dancing. I started to relax totally and really get into the spirit of the evening. I grabbed Patrick finally, gave him a quick kiss, and yelled into his ear, "I needed this!" He yelled into my ear, "I know!"

We finally went out on the floor ourselves. Not surprisingly, Patrick was a terrific dancer. His lean, lithe, but also muscular body moved to the music as if it were plugged into it. I don't dance like that. I'm much more physical. I move in bursts and stops. I had left my jacket and hat with the desk guy. Was starting to wonder if I shouldn't have left my tee shirt there, too! Grin. I noticed other guys were starting to lose their shirts. Very hot! I didn't know any of the music, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the beat and the flow. I started to lose myself into the music, the heat, the beat, and the magical massed energy of the crowd. We were all one body; we were all one being, with all the different parts of us joining and splitting, moving around, but together, always changing, always the sameÉ

I was startled by a quick slap to the face. I looked down at Patrick.

"Jacob, you were spacing out on me again. Don't do that!"

"But Patrick, this was a wonderful feeling. I was in a real meditative state, seeing the Universe in the dance."

"Not on my dime", he said. And with that he came much closer and started to force me to dance with him and to follow his lead. What had been two separate styles was now being merged into one. He took some of my moves and merged them and me into his. Our bodies touched constantly in a variety of places as our joint moves brought us closer and closer together. He unbuttoned most of the buttons on his shirt and his nearly naked chest shown with his sweat. At one point he rubbed his nipples to make them hard and stand out. Later he pinched mine through my tee making them show through the shirt. He managed to rub his crotch into mine often enough that his black leather pants tented very noticeably and my old jeans started to even fray a bit as my thick cock pushed naked against its confinement. But hell who cared? We were fucking having a fantastic time! I felt absolutely great, letting my body do what it wanted. Yeah, yeahÉ Who gives a shit if you have an erection dancing at a gay club? In fact if you didn't that might be more of a problem! LOL.

After a while I realized we had attracted a group of guys who were dancing around us and sort of with us. Most of them had lost their shirts already. Really hotÉ Who were the two guys nearest to us? Oh yeah, Russ and Rick from band. I didn't know they were a couple? Well, they sure were a cute one. Russ was the blond soccer boy type with the almost too beautiful face and Rick was the dark-haired ROTC type with the chilling blue eyes. Their shirts were off revealing their muscular and sculpted bodies. They could be male models if they felt like it! And they weren't being even a bit discreet. They were all over each other, grinding their near naked bodies with tented crotches into each other. I couldn't imagine how they weren't cumming yet. But then I realized I wasn't either, nor was Patrick. In fact I realized that dancing like this was like "edging". You got hard and stayed hard for hours because you had just enough body contact to stay hard but not enough to blast off. Just another reason for the high I was feeling.

When I finally came to that conclusion, I realized the other guys around us had all gone shirtless. Jorge from one of my history classes had suddenly turned into a hot guy now that he was shirtless and sweaty. He was one of the few guys around us with some chest hair, too. His warm brown eyes were often on Patrick and me, I noticed. And then suddenly Patrick was shirtless, too. And, damn, wasn't he cute? I suddenly felt overdressed, in a tee shirt, no less. And then I felt hands (hands?) tugging at the hem of the tee. All of the guys surrounding me (five, ten?) were pulling my shirt up and off! I thought I might gross them out with my hairy body and especially my hairy chest. My sandy chest hair was matted down with sweat and much more obvious than normal.

I needn't have worried. All of those hands stayed on my body and started to rub my body and play with my chest hair and nipples! Damn! If you've never had a bunch of guys all over you, playing with your body, feeling it up, and enjoying it so that you don't know whose hand is whose and where the hands are and aren't. you haven't lived. And if you have, you'll never forget it! Thank God the song ended and the hands returned to their owners. My cock finally started to go down a bit.

Patrick took us aside for a couple of beers. Yup, he was paying. We had to sit close so we could hear each other talking. Well, with his nearly naked body rubbing mine, my cock didn't go down too far. I wished I had jacked off before coming here, I had to admit! He got us another round and then we were back on the floor. In the middle of this set was a slow dance. I was suddenly holding Patrick in my arms as we "waltzed" around the dance floor plastered to each other. His nearly naked body felt so good next to mine. I felt so strong and protective as I held him in my arms, too. And yes, our cocks continued to edge. Suddenly I felt a wetness on my shoulder and chest that wasn't sweat. I stopped and lifted his face up to mine. He was crying his heart out! He was even sobbing as I held him and tried to comfort him. He eventually stopped. "I'm sorry", he said, "I'll explain all this tomorrow night when I come over to confess to Father Jacob. And I'll bring the whisky, too. This will be a whisky night. Beer won't cut it." He looked at me with still damp eyes. "And damn, this will ruin my mascara, too!"

"Your mascara?"

"Just a little." He sort of hiccupped, laughed, at my expression.

The beat picked back up and his sadness disappeared just as quickly. Soon our flock of guys rejoined us and we all danced with each other. I even did some sexual dancing with Rick, Russ, and Jorge as well as Patrick. All of these boys certainly had fine bodies with big bulges. My kind of guys! Grin.

I did think a couple of times about Kevin and Marco far away in DC going to sleep in the same bedroom. Pointless to worry now, what was done was done. I also wondered if I should feel guilty about having such a fantastic time with other guys and even flirting with them in a sexual way and decided that I was doing nothing wrong.

Finally the night started to run down for me. I had to get up to go to the game tomorrow, against Clemson, whom I have always disliked. Patrick and I got up to go and said goodbyes to our flock of guys. Yum, that is nearly naked huggy goodbyes with a bunch of hunky, sweaty, guys, that is. A couple of guys wished us a lot of "fun" when we got home. Patrick felt obliged to explain that we weren't a couple, but just friends. I noticed some of the guys suddenly were a lot friendlier with each of us! LOL. We finally managed to get loose, retrieve our stuff, and make our way back to the apartment complex.

I invited Patrick to come in for a nightcap before bed. He looked at me intensely, and once again, an expression of sadness crossed his face.

"I don't think so. Not tonight. Goodnight Jacob!"

"Goodnight Patrick and thanks for a wonderful evening!"

"Yes, it was, wasn't it?"

And he gave me a smoldering, passionate, kiss before suddenly disappearing in the twinkle of an eye. Once he was gone I realized how exhausted I actually was. I stripped and got a beer. Lay out on the bed, drank a couple of swallows and was out cold before I finished the beer. What a great evening! Wish you had been there, too!

Night y'all!

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