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As time passed, our peer group got bigger and bigger. My circle of friends which numbered less than ten, grew to well over twenty. Just when I thought our membership of friends had begun to taper, someone new would be added to the mix.
The nice thing about our peer group was the fact that I didn't have to hide my sexuality. Although never a spoken rule, those that joined were told that in order for them to remain friends with us, they had to be able to embrace each of us unconditionally.
On one such day, a couple of new people expressed interest in hanging out with us. Almost before our eyes met, I knew Corey and I shared an unusual bond. We found ourselves able to look at each other and know what the other was thinking. The other nice part about this meeting was that he was attracted to me as much as I was to him.
Weeks would pass and I found myself spending every available minute at Corey's house. In fact, since Corey's mom was never ever home, his house became to newest hangout. Days and evenings were spent getting drunk, talking til sunrise, jamming in the basement etc. It was after only a few short days of hanging out there, Corey and I became comfortable talking about how we felt about each other.
Weeks passed and eventually we all started to get on each other's nerves. Corey and I found ourselves on the verge of having sex many many times. But, each time Corey would feel he wasn't ready for this experience and nothing would happen.
So, after a stellar couple of months, we slowly found ourselves looking for a different hangout. Eventually, Corey and I found more and more excuses to not hang out together and we finally parted ways.
Among the many people that had hung around at Corey's house was his younger brother Kevin. Kevin was kind of quiet and did not actively hang out with us regularly. When he was with us, he didn't try to fit in, he just sat quietly.
We collectively decided to make my apartment the new hangout after a long break. We had already spent the better part of a year hanging out at my place, but decided to relocate in order to resolve some problems that had been created during our first time hanging out there.
Much to my surprise, among the group that had migrated from Corey's to my place, was Corey's little brother Kevin. Apparently, Kevin had had more fun with us than he had let on before, so we happily welcomed him into our little clan.
A couple of weeks went by and most of our group had pretty much taken root in my apartment. Kevin and I had the opportunity to get to know each other better and eventually he and I began to get rather close.
One night, all of us were hanging around my apartment getting pretty drunk. Hours passed and all of us started getting pretty tired. Soon everyone began to stake claim to a part of my apartment with which to crash for the night. Since it was my apartment, obviously I was going to sleep in my bed. The next thing I knew, Kevin asked me if he could sleep in my room. Knowing how assertive I could be, one of my other friends told me not to mess around with Kevin. Apparently, Corey told this guy that the only way he would let Kevin come over to my place was if he made sure I would stay away from his brother. I assured him that I would be on my best behavior. With that, all the lights went out and each of us settled in.
Instead of Kevin taking to the floor next to my bed, he told me that he was going to wait until he thought everyone else was asleep so he could come up and sleep next to me. Those next hour-long minutes passed before the ambient chatter out in the living room faded. Kevin quietly stood and then laid next to me.
There was no mistaking what Kevin wanted that night and I'll be damned if I am not going to let me have what he wants. We talked softly for a few minutes discussing what each of us really wanted that night. It didn't take much provoking for Kevin to tell me that he was attracted to me and wanted to fool around.
I was a little conflicted about it because of our age difference, But with the help of the heavy buzz and the confidence Kevin seemed to exhibit, I have in to his request. Since there was a fear of being caught, Kevin and I chose to keep our pants on should we need to appear to be apart.
By this time, I was pretty horny. I didn't waste any time getting down to what I wanted with him. I reached over, unbuttoned his jeans and began sucking his young cock. He only had a few hairs around the base of his penis, and even those were hard to see right away. I took my time with him. I had gambled this was probably his first time, so I chose to use all of my best moves. Just when i began to doubt whether or not he was able to ejaculate, I was jet of cum shot into my mouth. I made sure to stay on it making certain I would miss a single drop. He didn't say much after that, so I knew this was probably his first orgasm.
Normally at this point, I would have to persuade my partner to return the favor. But, before I could begin with my request, Kevin reached over, unzipped my pants and began sucking me feverishly. I was shocked yet quite pleased. It was nice to finally find someone willing to view my needs as being equally important as their own.
Kevin's pace quickened and I found myself on the verge of getting off as well. In those last few moments, I debated whether or not I was going to tell him that I was about to cum. But instead of assuming that he wouldn't like the taste of cum, I decided to let him make that choice on his own. Besides, if I made a big deal about it, he may just assume that he isn't going to like it and then never know for sure.
I finally reached the point of no return and so I gave him the opportunity to find out for himself. As I felt the jets of cum shoot into his warm mouth, he didn't miss a single stride and took in every drop of me and swallowed. At that point, I was very glad to know that I hadn't discouraged him from doing it.
Soon after, Kevin and I fell into a deep and restful sleep. A couple of ours had passed and I found myself wide awake. I still had a pretty good buzz going, so I decided to try round two with him. While he was still asleep, I undid his now buttoned jeans and began giving him head again. He awoke blissfully and decided to join in as well. We sucked each other off again yielding the second orgasm of the night.
More time passed and Kevin and I found ourselves hooking up as often as we could. We had great times together. And fortunately, his choice to swallow my load never faded. More time passed and Kevin and I saw less and less of each other. I still see him once in awhile and although we've not spoken to each other since the days we messed around, I can tell by looking into his eyes that he still has interest in me. If it was meant to happen again, then it will happen, but if it doesn't, I'll still have the experiences clear in my mind.
If this experience has taught me anything, it would be to never underestimate the quiet ones. Just because someone doesn't appear larger than life to others, doesn't mean there's not something cooking just below the surface.