Kevin and Me

By Terry Cromwell

Published on Mar 13, 2000

Gay

Kevin and Me - Part 2 by Terry Cromwell (asulike@idirect.com)


This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving men in sexual situations. This file contains sexually explicit material. _________________________________________

As Kevin was nearing the cab to open the passenger door, he got the full impact of the collision and was sent careening through the restaurant's bay window. I opened my mouth to scream but not a sound came, as I stood there, paralyzed and in shock. The bartender rushed to Kevin and leaned down where his body laid. He checked for a pulse, and then looked up to me.

The ambulance came quickly, and as I rode with the paramedics as we drove frenetically through the Paris streets to the nearest hospital, I held Kevin's hand. I knew time was of the essence and that if we didn't get him into an ER as soon as possible, I would loose him all over again.

We arrived at the hospital and Kevin was wheeled in as an attendant kept me aside to ask me a few questions. I answered them as best as I could, all the while thinking that the moron should have recognized the mega-star that had just been admitted and should leave me alone with the questions. To my surprise, Kyle, the bartender, arrived at the hospital moments later. I sat in the waiting area, hands joined in silent prayer, asking God not to take away the man that I had found again after ten years of us being apart.

Kyle paced the floor, but I really paid very little attention to him as my thoughts were all with Kevin. Finally, the attending physician came out to the waiting room to provide me with an update. Kevin was seriously injured. There were signs of internal bleeding and they would need to bring him up to the OR immediately to find out the source of the bleeding and repair the damage. The doctor left. I waited. Kyle waited with me.

Next thing I remember, I was in Kevin's arms, as he was kissing me softly. I reached out for his chest and fondled his pecs smoothly. He moaned softly. Then I realized that there was something wrong and opened my eyes to find my head resting on Kyle's shoulder and my hand resting on his chest.

I got my bearings back in a second flat and made a feeble apology to Kyle for my fondling. He dismissed it as understandable and advised that as long for as I needed his support, he would be there for me. After all, we had both witnessed the accident and he had seen first hand how devastated I was. Furthermore, he had witnessed the whole reunion and felt very included in us.

I walked away to roam the halls, unable to sustain the wait - not being a patient person.

When I returned to the waiting room, Kyle was standing there with a doctor, waiting to provide me with the latest update on Kevin's condition. Surgery had gone well and the next twenty-four hours would determine everything. Because of the amount of time that he was unconscious and the fact that it took some time for Kyle to get him breathing again, there was some concern about the brain damage, but nothing would be confirmed until he came to.

The doctor advised that there was nothing else that I could do that night and that I should go home and get some rest. I refused categorically. Instead, I insisted on being by his side. He was in Intensive Care, and normally, guests are not permitted, but since the commotion I was about to create would disturb the entire hospital, they agreed to let me by his bed side.

Seated beside his bed, I held his hand in mine and spoke to him.

I am walking along the beach. My khaki pants are rolled up above my ankles and I am holding my sandals in my hands, as the tide caresses my feet. I am slowly getting closer to my house, beachside, as I see Kevin come out onto the deck. I smile as he walks towards me. As we meet, the sun setting behind us, he reaches out for me and kisses me sweetly on the lips as his hands explore my body.

He kisses me deeply and passionately, and I return the kiss. I meltein his arms and our bodies become one. Slowly we descend upon the wet sand and, and kissing still, start ripping our clothes off, wet now by the tide, in a scene reminiscent of "From Here to Eternity". I can now feel his hot breath on my neck, as he travels slowly down my body, onto my chest, as his tongue circles and teases my nipples, first one, and then the other. Tongue traveling down licking my ribcage and frantic hands tug at the drawstrings of my trousers, and lower them over my plum ass. Hands lingering on the firm cheeks, digits exploring my tender rosebud, with more insistence, as his lips find the folds of my foreskin and dig deep beneath, tongue wedged in the enclave between nature's sheath and the pulsing mushroom shaped head. Hands reaching down to his head, urging him on to take in more and more of my throbbing member. Forcibly, urgently, pressing on for to be fully engulfed in his heat and his passion. Deeper, reaching deeper, as deep as can go until I am meeting him jab for jab, thrust for trust, to the rhythm of the tide lapping at our feet.

Urgently, he laps at my cock with feverish tempo, harmonic crescendo of moans and groans, pleasures unknown, virgin territory. Breathless with anticipation, he raises himself over me and lowers the target upon the arrow. Sinking deeper, knees to my side, head thrown back, basking in the ecstasy. Plunging deeper and deeper still until I can't plunge any further. Tide pounds in my ears. A flock of seagulls fly above. Their cry deafens, in a constant, unwavering, unbroken pitch. I open my eyes.

He was lying there still on the bed, and the heart monitor flat-lined. Back to reality, I rose to my feet and went to the door of the room.

"Somebody get a doctor in here" I screamed.


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