KEVIN-01 Serving Kevin ____________________
GAY SEX STORY - not your thing? please don't read the story
This is my first attempt at putting experiences to paper. I changed a few things (like names, obviously) to protect "Kevin." Some of what happens is real, some is made up.
victoria_boy@hotmail.com ____________________
Growing up in Canada, hockey is a part of a boy's life. I had played the sport as long as I could remember, but had never had quite as much fun as I did playing for the Buffs in South-East Calgary. I was about 15 at the time. I had known for a long time that I was gay, but had not told anyone. Looking back, I think I hid it pretty well, considering I spent numerous hours in change rooms and showers with half to fully naked teenagers. I had kept it from everyone, until that year.
I remember it like it was yesterday: We had just finished a long skating practice late on an October evening at one of the city arenas. Any hockey player can tell you that the City arenas in Calgary have dressing rooms about half the size of private community rinks. The coach had come in and given his talk about good work and motivation and a bunch of other bullshit. I don't remember any of the specifics -- my mind had wandered. Specifically, it had moved to one Kevin Retson, sitting right behind the coach. Kevin always found a way to get his jersey, and upper padding off before the coach started his talk, leaving his bare chest exposed to distract me. He was awesome. He was the type of guy who you could tell was with it just by looking at him - perfect shape, well groomed, etc.. It was far from the first time I had silently adored Kevin, wishing I could touch him. That day was different. That day as I was checking him out, he looked me right in the eye. I quickly shifted my gaze, but it was too late: I was busted! I blushed slightly, and kept nervously glancing back at him to see if I could possibly be mistaken. No a chance. Kevin was staring at me, and had the wickedest half grin on his satisfied face. I was scared shitless!
I don't want you to get the wrong impression of Kevin. He hadn't set a trap for me, nor did he want to humiliate me in front of the team, he simply caught me adoring his body - total fluke. He is the team leader type. If he told the team I was gay, evidence or not, I was toast.
I was so nervous after this, I tried to get out of there as fast as I could. As soon as the coach was done, I raced out of my gear, moving at record speed. Part way through the process, I looked up to see Kevin just ahead of me. I decided to slow down, hoping he would get out of there before I did, but he matched my pace, and he kept staring at me, as if to tell me that he knew I wanted to get out of there without seeing him, but there was no way he was going to let me make it. I remember him belaboring taking off his well worn in boxer shorts, while "searching" for a towel. Bloody hell! He was putting on a show for me. Thank god I was too scared to get a hard-on. I dashed into the shower, where he joined me only moments later. Showers in hockey dressing rooms offer little privacy from the eyes of the team. While Kevin walked in, he said as much as could be said, mouthing the words "I know about you," and smiling. I was out of there fast. Kevin stayed in the shower, standing at the only faucet that could be seen from my changing spot. The whole time I fumbled to get my clothes on, he just kept looking at me and laughing to himself. Every once in a while when I looked up, he would make a point of lathering his chest or, or his ass, or his cock and balls. This guy was going to torture me. I almost ran out of the dressing room, where the rest of our team sat in ignorance of what had just transpired before their eyes.
Friday went by quickly, as I kept mostly to myself at school, and declined going to my friend Laura's for a house party. I was thinking what I would when I had to face Kevin again at our game Saturday night. On Saturday morning (about 11:00 AM) I was sitting in front of the TV contemplating exactly what I was going to do that night when the doorbell rang. It was Kevin. He may have been over at my house a dozen times in the 5 years I had known him, usually just to drive me to/from a game or practice. Today he was there for a different reason. I couldn't manage to speak when I opened the door to see him standing on the step, that knowing grin returning to his face the instant he saw it was me that answered the door.
"Hi *****," he said, using the nickname by which I was addressed by all my teammates. After he realized I was too scared to reply, he said "Mind if I come in for a minute, it's freezing out here."
It took me a moment to get up the strength to reply, "sure," and I made way for him, then closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and we moved into the basement (which was developed, but only used by me, and my brother before he moved away to university). "What's up?" I questioned after quickly deciding not to try to take control of the situation.
"Oh, nothing really--" So far, so good. I wish he would stop smiling at me. "I just wanted to save you some suspense." My eyes immediately hit the floor. I was helpless -- completely at his mercy. I was waiting for the worst. I braced myself to hear him tell me he was going to spread the word, or that he thought fags like me should be beaten to hell. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone--" GREAT! I was in the clear! I looked up at him to see if it was true. As I made eye contact, he continued, "--if you do something for me."
"Yeah, sure Kevin, anything. Thank you. Oh shit, thank you!! You have no idea how worried I was." I was so relieved.
"Here's the thing," he went on, "I'm not gay. I don't want to be either. But I figure that since I now know someone who is, what harm is there in making use of this friend of mine. I will keep your little secret, so long as you keep me -- and my cock -- satisfied."
This was unexpected. Unexpected, shocking, but after I thought about it for a while, I realized that it wasn't all that bad. The only thing I had to do to keep my life together was help Kevin out with a few hand-jobs, or maybe even suck his cock once in a while. Seeing as three days ago, I would have paid money for the opportunity of seeing Kevin with a hard on, the idea of helping him get a hard on was a pretty good deal.
"Deal?" he asked.
"Yeah. I guess it's a deal."
"Good!" Kevin was clearly pleased. "We can get started right now."
I was taken back. I guess it was obvious, but I hadn't seen it coming, as it were. "Now?" I asked.
"Does the basement door lock? I wouldn't want your parent's finding out that their little boy is sucking my cock. They'd ruin all my fun."
"They are out for a few hours. I guess I'll lock it anyway." I still couldn't believe this was happening. When I came down the stairs, Kevin had taken off his team jacket, and was lying back on the couch, resting his hands behind his head.
"You can start off rubbing my legs," he said as if I had asked him what I could do for him. I placed my hands on his muscular calf, hesitated for a moment, and started massaging my new master's leg. "Mmmm. That's good, but I think my upper leg is where it hurts more." I obligingly moved up, rubbing his thigh through his jeans. I kept on this for a few minutes, switching from leg to leg. As I got into it more, I worked harder on the inside of the leg. Even through the jeans, I was drawn to the smoothness and firmness of his body. I could see his cock in a firm bulge to his left jean pocket. It wasn't the first evidence of hard cock that I had seen (in fact, I had several j/o sessions and one bj to that point in time), but it was the first time I had seen my idol with a hard on. Best of all, I was the reason for his arousal.
Keeping his eyes closed, he reached down with his right hand, and drew my right hand to the bulge in his pants, firmly placing it high on his shaft, and holding it there `till I squeezed and started rubbing him slightly. After only a few seconds of freedom on his tent, he spoke: "I don't think it would be right for me to have any of my body exposed without you having to expose your body first. Take your shirt off." I did as I was told. "And your pants." So he wasn't going to make this easy for me. Private humiliation is better than public, I guess. I undid my belt, button, fly, and dropped my pants. My boxers were old, and a little too small. My hard on was too the side, though, so didn't stick through the gaping fly ... until I stepped out of my jeans. Kevin kind of laughed to himself as I stood there with my sex tool as hard as could be, glistening with pre-cum. "So I see you are enjoying yourself. I thought you would." I was a little embarrassed, but was beyond the point of caring. "Stroke yourself." I drew my right hand from the side and started caressing my tool. I moaned quietly, and the moist slapping sound could be heard across the room, which made Kevin laugh again.
"Get on your knees." I did as I was told, holding my cock, and stroking every once in a while. "I think it's my turn. Un-do my fly with your teeth. Good boy. Now, get my cock out of that hole using your mouth. " I thought he would only get me to stroke him off, but it looks like Kevin has a little more in mind. I knelt on his right side, my own cock poking out of my boxers. For stability (or so went my excuse) I placed one hand on his leg and the other on his chest. Like bobbing for apples, I put my face to the opening in the front of Kevin's pants. I stuck out my tongue, and ran into his boxers. After dogging around his boxer-covered cock and balls for a bit, I located the opening of his boxers, off centre to his right, and found my tongue firmly planted in his pubic hair. Since the opening was to the right, and his cock was to the left, I could only reach his balls and the side of his base. I came up to look at the situation -- "Get back down there! I didn't say stop. You 'gotta keep finding out what you can with that tongue of yours!" He was kind of giggling to himself when my tongue re-contacted his scrotum - partly because he was humiliating me, and partly because of the fact that it tickled him.
I don't know how long it took me (his balls, pubes were soaked with my saliva, and my tongue was sore as hell) but I figured out that when I tickled him, his cock would twitch, and when it twitched, it moved closer to centre (and the opening). I could now run my tongue up about 3-4" up the shaft. Another twitch. I could now just reach a rim, which I assumed to be the base of the head, but I had to stretch so couldn't apply much pressure. I was lucky it didn't take much contact anymore to get more twitches (and moans) from Kevin. It was moving less with each twitch, but I was almost there. Quickly, I got to the end, and found a well dripping with pre-cum -- his foreskin pulled about half way along the head. I had almost forgotten he was not circumcised. I tried to move his cock from the top, but it was already standing straight up and the fly was just out of reach (damn those boxers that move around on a guy!!!). I couldn't apply enough pressure on his slippery head to move it the extra inch to freedom. I switched strategies, and moved to the bottom. The fly was closer to the centre here, and I could get my tongue to the other side, pulling it out into the open and sliding my tongue along the shaft one final time.
"Well done!" Kevin exclaimed. "Now undo my belt and button - mouth only." This only took moments, but did force me to move his wet cock-head again with my tounge. Kevin stood up and had me to take down his pants and boxers. "Lie down. Face up, and put a pillow over that hard on of yours." I did as I was told, lying on the couch. Still wearing his T-shirt, Kevin moved to straddle me, sitting on the pillow (causing lots of pressure for my aching cock). I had seen his cock before, but never erect. His balls looked huge, just swinging there between his spread legs. His cock was about 8" long (HUGE at that age), and his foreskin could only reach about half way along the head. He had blond hair, but his pubic hair was slightly darker. His legs were smooth, and, though I couldn't see it, I already knew about how nice his lovely chest was. He just sat there on top of me, looking down at his new bitch. He had a laughing smile as he told me what to do next.
"I'm going to give your mouth a rest -- for a while. Stroke my cock as I am talking to you. Good. Now, I am going to tell you what I want from my sex slave. From now on, I don't want to have to masturbate anymore. I often need to cum 2 times per day, and 3 times on weekends, so it's a good job you live near by. I will need to cum straight after school, and again at bed time. I don't care if you have to sneak out of your house, but you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use for my pleasure. You will do everything as good as you can. Follow all my instructions. If I want a hand-job, you will do it for me. If I want you to lick my balls, you will do it. I will make you masturbate in front of me, or make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have you massage my balls, or make you lick my ass clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair, or walk arround in the woods with no clothes on. Anything I want, you will do for me, or the whole world will know your little secret. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing. You will do them too. I will cum on your face, or will make you take it down your throat. Whatever I want. Do you understand?" I nodded, still stroking his cock. "Good," he said, then closed his eyes, and eventually tilted his head back. "Good," he said again.
I continued stroking his cock. Every once in a while he would moan slightly, take a deep breath, or flex his legs. Then he started asking me questions: "Have you given anyone a hand-job before." "Yes," I answer. "Who? Where? When? Did they cum on you? Did you enjoy it?" I give him all the answers he wants, and he appears to be visualizing me servicing these people as I am stroking him. "Play with my balls with your other hand. Have you given a blow-job? To who? Did they cum in your mouth? On your face?" Kevin was disappointed to find out he came on himself. We continue in silence for a minute, until Kevin jerked upright, grabed my hand and frantically commanded me to stop. "That was close," he said after the moment passed. "I don't want to waste my first chance at a blow.
Kevin slides forward off the pillow, and moves up my chest to my face, where he rests his balls on my lips. "Tongue my nutsack while my dick cools down." I go to work, taking each of his balls in one at a time, licking the scrotum. He leans forward as I am doing this so that his cock is resting on my face. He pulls his balls out, but tells me to keep licking. He is spreading his pre-cum across my face while I early lick whatever is above my mouth. He eventually holds his cock head above my mouth, and draws back the foreskin. "Clean off all the pre-cum." While I am doing this, I can feel the drops on my face begin to dry up. He begins to pull his cock just out of my reach, and then lowers it back down, laughing to himself. "Look at you. You want this soooooo bad, don't you?" "Yes, Kevin, please. Let me have it." He taunts me again a few more times, and then slowly lowers himself into my mouth. "More pressure. Mmmmm. O.K., now your tongue on the head. Yeah, that's it. You're better than `Bottle Caps (the nickname for the community slut we joked about in the dressing room)' Kevin started fucking my mouth moaning, calling me a bitch, giving me directions. "Hold my ass. Yeah, deeper." I couldn't take much to begin with, but I quickly found his balls slapping against my chin. Judging from his moans, I was doing pretty well.
"Oh..., yeah. I'm close. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Do you hear me? You better swallow this. Do you hear me?" I moan my understanding of his orders as he continues to piston his cock in and out of my mouth. "Here it comes! Oh yeah, yeah, take it, yeah MMMMmmmmmmm." I could feel his legs twitch, then tense up. He withdrew his cock so that only the head was in my mouth, and I tongued it as madly as I could (my mouth was pretty tired). He started twitching, and I felt his warm cream cross my tongue. Another twitch sends his cock out of my mouth, and his seed hits me in the face. He quickly re-gains control, and jets 4 more times in my mouth, where he leaves his cock to rest. My mouth is full of a combonation of warm jism, and Kevin's cock. I manage to slowly get all the cum down my throat. Eventually, he withdraws his cock, which is still mostly erect. He just sits there for a while, his balls resting just by my lips, and his cock dripping on the rest of my face. "Did you swallow?" "Yes." "Good. Did you like the taste? You better get used to it." "It was good, Kevin. Better than I had hoped." Quickly getting an idea, he takes his cock and begins to dip it in the jet of cum that missed my mouth, and puts it back into his my mouth for cleaning, then spreading the rest across my face.
Kevin leaves me there to let the cum dry on my face while he goes to the bathroom. Upon his return, he is still only wearing his T-shirt. He has me remove my underwear and sit in front of him, naked. "Now, my little slut, you have tasted your first cum. You have my cum on your face, and in your belly, and you haven't even cum yourself yet." Kevin inspects me, checking that his cum is still on my face. "I want you to start stroking yourself. You can play with yourself in any way you want to, but you can't cream until I tell you to." Not wasting time, I begin to cautiously stroke my cock. I know it won't take me long, considering how horny I am. Kevin starts asking me questions: "When was the last time you beat off?" "Last night - about 10:45" "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" "No." "We'll have to change that! Have you ever given a rim job?" "No. I don't even know what a rim job is." "I think that is a good place to start. On your back, and don't stop stroking."
As ordered, I lay on my back and stroke my cock. Kevin stands at my head, facing my feet this time, and starts to squat so he is crouching just over my mouth. Wanting to please, I take my tongue to his balls, and start lapping at them. "Not the balls this time bitch. You get to lick my ass!" I stop licking, and stop stroking my own cock for a second. "Get to it, and keep that cock of yours moving!" Kevin doesn't wait for me. He just lowers himself on my face, and I have no choice but to lick. It is really clean (he must have washed it as he went to the washroom), and I can't taste anything except soap. I am told to keep going, and only stop to answer his questions. "Have you ever jerked off outside? Where? Was if fun for you? Have you ever drank your own cum?" When he found I had never had my own cum, I knew what was going to happen. He got up off my face, and told me to keep stroking. He rubbed his mostly soft cock across my face, which still had his jiss on it. He told me to cum on my chest and hand. I couldn't hold back - all the sexual excitement of the day, plus what I was going to have to do in the future. I exploded (my biggest to that day). Before I had even finished, Kevin moved my cum-covered left hand to my mouth and made me clean it off, laughing at my reaction. The rest was spread across my chest. Kevin left me there, naked, covered in a combination of his and my own cum. He dressed himself, and told me that he was looking forward to our hockey game later today. He would need me to relieve his stress after the game. After all, it was the weekend, and he had only cum once today.
Kevin-02 Serving Kevin - Part 2 ____________________
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I laid in my basement for about 10 minutes after Kevin showed himself to the door. I sat there thinking about what had just happened. It wasn't my first sexual experience, but it had definitely been my most `sexual,' sexual experience. Altogether, I was rather emotionless considering that my life had taken perhaps its most significant turn yet. I thought about having to service Kevin regularly. I thought about if I liked him or not. I thought about seeing him in front of the team at the game tonight. I thought about having to drying his cum. I kept thinking of a flurry of things, until I thought about how it would look if my parents came home to find me naked and covered in cum in the basement. I quickly returned to reality and made a dash to my shower upstairs.
It was just a few minutes to 2:00 when I got out of the shower. I still had 3 hours until my hockey game that night. My parents should be coming home to take me to the game at about 3:30, so I had to get myself fed and ready to go.
My parents got me to the game almost exactly 1 hour before it started. Kevin was already there, as were about 3/4 of the rest of the team. I avoided looking at Kevin while changing. I got the feeling that he was doing the same thing to me. We played an average game, but ended up winning 4-3. I played a poor third period because I kept thinking about Kevin making me do something in the dressing room after the game. The coach's post game talk was brief, and Kevin had his top off, as usual. He was rubbing his chest, and looked up to see me glance at him. He kind of laughed and shook his head. I changed slowly, and was surprised to see Kevin changing at record pace. He had a quick shower, was dressed and gone before I even had my skates off. When I finally made it to the lobby, and was again surprised to see that he was not there either. Perhaps he was having second thoughts.
I went home with my parents, and quickly went to my downstairs living room where I spent the most nervous couple hours I can remember. I was fearful that Kevin had just wanted to use me the one time, and would now tell everyone that I had sucked his dick etc.. Before, he could have said stuff, and it would have been bad for me, but now my balls were really on the line (or so to speak). At about 9:15, the phone rang, and I heard my Mom call my name. I picked up the downstairs extension, and heard my mom hang up.
"Well, boy. I hope you don't have any plans tonight." It was Kevin.
"No, Kevin," I said, "no plans for tonight."
"Tell your parents you are going to my place for a sleep over. I'll talk to you when you get here."
"I'll be there as soon as I can." We said our good-byes and hung up the phone. I gathered my thoughts, and quickly ran up to my room to gathered my things. On my way out I found my parents in the living room and told them I was spending the night at Kevin's and would see them tomorrow.
"Fine dear. See you tomorrow," called my Mom, not even looking up from her book. My parents have given me free rein as long as I can remember. I dashed out the door and quickly walked the 5 minutes to Kevin's house.
My family has never suffered, but we hardly live the life of the Retson family. Their house was clearly the largest one in the most exclusive part of the neighborhood. Three car garage, chandelier, and they even had a maid. They weren't snobs, though, which made me happy. After I rang the door bell (which was more like starting a bell choir) Kevin's younger sister Beth opened the door for me, and told me I could find Kevin downstairs in the rec. room. I went down to find Kevin watching TV.
"Good to see you made it," he said. "I have some work for you tonight." I just stood there waiting for him to tell me what he wanted. "Come and watch TV for a while."
It was quite odd for me, just sitting there watching TV and making small talk with Kevin while knowing it was only going to be a matter of time before he was going to make me get him off. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, and had a blanket wrapped around him. We finished watching Rescue 911, and started with the first few minutes of Unsolved Mysteries. At the first commercial break, Kevin told me to go and lock the door. Unlike my house, the stairs to the basement were open in Kevin's. The door I locked was the one to the rec. room. Fortunately, the house was so big that there was little chance of anyone needing the room we were in. I returned from locking the door, and sat with Kevin on the couch.
We watched TV in the dim silence for about 5 minutes before Kevin, without moving his eyes from the TV. reached over and moved my hand to his sweat pants covered crotch. I could feel his mostly erect tool under his pants. Once I started slightly moving my hand, he released his grip and left me to rub and squeeze him. I was almost convinced that I was doing all I would have to do for Kevin that night.
As I did my work, Kevin relaxed, and started breathing deeper. He had not broken his gaze towards the TV, but I doubt that he could have even told me the name of the program. "I left something on the table for you to change into." I looked around, and saw a small bag on the table against the wall behind the couch. I removed my hand from his erection, and went to the bag. In it was a pair of bikini briefs. Again, without looking, he said "I know I'm a little bigger than you, but they should still fit." I didn't get it as first, but quickly realized that these were a pair of his briefs. I had only ever seen him in boxers before, but the visual image of him in these was almost too much. I quickly shucked all my clothing, and put on my new revealing wardrobe.
As I walked back Kevin said "Put this tape in the VCR, and get your hand back here." I had to bend over in front of him to get the tape, which is the first time he looked at me since I had changed for him. I skipped back to his side, and slowly reached under the blanket to find his erection right where I had left it. As the VCR came to life, the picture went black in anticipation of the show.
I recognized the show, not specifically, but the genre: porn. The poor acting, the unprofessional video work, and so on. He sat there and watched the credits, pre-amble, "plot development" for nearly 10 minutes, as I quietly sat half naked on the couch with my hand rubbing his hard on through his sweat pants. As the first sex scene came on (the usual - a couple of girls left on their own...), and Kevin sat back in the sofa with his knees bent, feet resting on the coffee table. I kept working hard, trying to match my intensity with his level of excitement. I was being rewarded with moans and groans. Every once in a while, he would quietly hold his breath and close his eyes, usually accompanied with a soft pulse in his cock. I was able to feel his foreskin through the sweat pants, and when I squeezed lightly, his head would slide around in its pre-cum under the foreskin. This caused the best reaction I could muster. About three quarters of the way through this opening scene, he raised his hips, and without a word, pulled his sweat pants down just above his knees.
Though I could not see through the blanket that still covered him, I could feel that he had on boxers. I let my hands explore around, and I could even tell which pair (white ones with about dime sized blue rings - I remember them specifically because even though they are some of the biggest ones he wears to hockey, they are definitely the sexiest, with a slit in the leg on the side, and the material is so thin that it bends around his cock when he wears them). When I returned to the cock head, I could feel a wet spot in the material of the boxers. I could also feel how well his cock slid around in the confines of the foreskin, and how free his balls felt. I stayed rubbing him this way for the rest of the girl scene, and the wait while the next scene built into sex. This time, the TV showed a well endowed man joining two girls in a hot tub. Since the man did not have a bathing suit, the girls thought it would only be fair if they took off their tops too. You know how it goes. As the girls began to remove their tops, I got my next instructions:
"Get under the blanket between my legs." As I stood up to take my new position, he kicked off his sweat pants, which had fallen to his ankles. The instant I was in place, I reached up and felt for his cock. I rested my head on the smooth inner portion of his right legs, and rubbed his cock with my right hand. I used my other hand to lightly brush his legs and balls. The dim light from the porno movie, filtered by the blanked that lay over Kevin's legs, I could just barely see up the leg holes of those big boxer shorts. Hanging there, loose between his legs, were his balls. I could see them move slightly as I pulled on his cock. When I did good work, and his cock would twitch, his balls would raise slightly, hold, and then fall to their resting place. Slowly, my eyes became accustomed to the limited light, and I could see greater detail. I would see up to the base of his pole, and could see a little bit of his pubic hair on either side. I could also see the light hair on his balls, which looked as if they were moving with a breeze. I realized that the wind that moved his pubic hairs was from my lungs as I breathed. I blew lightly in the direction of his balls, while squeezing his cock at the same time. Mixed in with the sound of the girl getting fucked on the TV behind me was an audible exhale from Kevin. I wished I could see the reaction on his face.
"Lick my balls." Kevin had quietly spoken, as if he had known I was in a trance. "I said, lick my balls!" The urgency in his voice reminded me of my position, and I pushed the light boxer shorts material so that his right leg opening was wider, and drew my face to his balls. My tongue first contacted the soft skin of his leg, and then I re-aimed and found his balls. From how slow Kevin was progressing, I sensed his mood and was gentle in my oral massaging of his balls. I started off moving each one side to side, and then started raising them as high as I could. "In your mouth," Kevin commanded. I pressed my face closer to him, first drew his left nut in and moved it around in my mouth, and then repeated the process with his right nut. He poled my hand, reminding me that I was neglecting his cock. Working in tandem, I silently sucked on his balls while my hand massaged his pre-cum soaked cock.
I was surprised to feel his hand push my head away. I drew back, and my confusion was quickly cleared as I saw his hands on either side of his boxers, pushing them in my direction. When his hands were fully extended, and his boxers were crumpled just above his knees, I took over and pushed them over my head to his feet, which were lifted one at a time to allow me to complete my task. His legs rested again on the table, and I reached for his bare cock with my hands, and moved my face to his balls again. He slouched further in the sofa so that his hips were at the edge. This allowed me the opportunity to caress his ass with my free hand,
Kevin spread his legs wide apart. "Lick it all," he said. I was puzzled by how mellow Kevin had been today. Nevertheless, I began to wander up his shaft with my tongue. I wrapped it around the side, and returned to the centre, the whole time dragging my face along his hard man meat. I could see his head glistening just in front of my eyes, and I continued my journey to his pre-cum. I used my hand to pull back the foreskin from the base of his cock, sliding all the skin south across my tasting station. I could detect the first hints of pre-cum, and I quickly skipped along to his head, and cleaned it well. When I was sure he had the cleanest cock in all of Calgary, he spoke again: "Lick it all." I realized he wanted his entire crotch area cleaned, so I went to work, on both sides, around his pubic hair, back to his balls, up to his belly button.
"When I say `lick it all,' I mean it!" I could tell he was still waiting for something. I took a chance, and started moving for his nipples, but he pushed my head down. I licked down low on his balls, then moved to the spot between his legs. I realized what was missing as he pulled his ass cheeks apart. I was not looking forward to this, but figuring that he was already displeased that I had not rimmed him sooner, decided I had better not waste any more time. I closed my eyes, and pressed my face in. I could tell he had cleaned himself well after our hockey game, because he was spotless. I did my work, and was amazed to see him squirming the whole time.
While I had been rimming him, the porno tape had ended. Kevin tossed the blanket back, had me stand up and change the tape for him. I noticed the cool air hitting my damp skin. He had me walk around a bit, showing off my new clothing. He took notice of my erection, and had me rub myself through my new briefs. I eventually put the tape in, but he didn't tell me to start it. "Back on your knees." I stepped over his left leg and assumed my position at Kevin's crotch. He held his cock up in the air, and pulled the foreskin back.
"Kiss it," was his command. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. I kept my lips on it, and looked up to his eyes. He was looking at me, smiling at his control over me. He started rubbing my face with his cock. "Lick it. That's right, cock sucker, you look so happy having my cock so close to your mouth. You can hardly wait for me to let you suck my cock." I could not keep looking at him as he stared down at me, smirking. I shifted my gaze and left my tongue hanging out of my mouth for him to rub against. "Look at me." I looked up again. He held his cock head at my tongue, and started rubbing it along my lip, pressing against the opening to my mouth. I had no choice but to part my lips, but was surprised that he did not shove his cock right in. Instead, he just left it there and moved it around my lips. He would push in, but only enough to moisten the head, and then return to swirling around the opening. Without thinking, I let my tongue massage the head as it passed by. Only after he said "Good boy, cocksucker," did I realize what I was doing.
"Tonight, I want a nice, long blow-job. I want you to suck my cock for the entire length of the movie. I want you to be soft, and gentle. This is your chance to get to know my cock, and what pleases me. You will slowly bob on my cock keeping me well pleasured for the entire time. I want you to try everything you can think of: deep throat, tongue action, sucking. I don't want to cum in your bitch mouth until the last scene, so you'll have lots of time. When I cum, I want you to keep it in your mouth. No swallowing before I give you permission. Don't worry, you will be able to store my cum in your belly eventually, I just want you to get used to the taste. Are you ready?"
He moved his cock head from my lips, allowing me to speak. Yes Kevin, I'm ready." This was not good enough for him.
"Beg for it. I want you to convince me that you can provide me with all the pleasure possible. Beg."
"O.K. Kevin. Please let me suck you. I can't stand having it so close and not blowing you. I want t pleasure you like nobody else can. I beg you to let me start." It was quite distracting to see him staring at me, rubbing his cock on my face while I had to grovel for permission to let his cock use my mouth. I went on for a while, eventually he rested it on my lips again, but stopped me before I could go down on him.
"Remember, I am to last the whole video. make it good." With that I got the nod to begin. I let his cock slide between my lips, and deep into my mouth. I rested my hands on either of his hips, and slowly worked up and down his cock shaft, licking the whole way. I twisted my head around his cock with every second or third penetration. I heard him start the VCR, and the quiet sound of a pornographic video on behind me. I tried not to work too fast, remembering how long he wanted it to last. I worked on sucking gently, and sucking with vigor. I tried many tongue positions, and experimented with every possibility I could think of. Every once in a while, I would be rewarded for my efforts with a moan, or a few drops of pre-cum. I tried deep throating for a while, which was quite difficult, and did not warrant any reaction on his behalf. I found I was much better at tongue work, and gentle sucking. I could also do pretty well at sucking my cheeks in and making my mouth as small as possible, and then bobbing on his cock. I think this felt more like a cunt to him, which was the sensation he was after. I used my hands to hold his balls while his cock fucked my mouth. I was working pretty hard for one stretch, and felt his balls tense in my hand, so I paused momentarily, realizing this was an indication of a coming orgasm. I began using his balls as a gauge, measuring how hot he was. To make it as good for him as I could, I would work strongly to bring him to the edge, but slow as I felt his balls tense at all. Judging from his moans, and his hands occasionally resting on my head, I was doing better now than when I started. tilted my head up so that I could see his face while I was sucking him.
He was still watching the TV, but his eyes would close every once in a while when I was doing well. He had pulled his shirt up to his neck, and had his hands resting on one of his pecs. I realized that he had not yet taken his shirt off for me to see while we were in private. I was looking at the beads of sweat on his firm chest. I reached up with one hand and placed it flat on his belly. He did not object, but looked down to see his cock entering and exiting his bitch's mouth. He smiled and I looked down, but left my hand where it lay. I could feel his chest muscles tense as I worked.
His cock had been in my mouth for the last half hour, I estimated, and my jaw was very tired. To rest for a while, I began to massage his chest and balls with my hands. I moved to his pecs, and found each nipple, providing a sensation Kevin did not object to. Rested, I began to work my mouth a little bit more. Kevin's peeks in excitement were becoming closer and closer. I could tell by the sound from the TV that there was a big orgy scene on, so I gathered the video was near its end. I was glad that my long work would finally be over and Kevin would have his orgasm. A few minutes later, the video did end, and Kevin used the remote to turn the TV off. I continued pleasuring him, waiting for permission to make him cum.
"You remember what I said?" Without removing his cock, I looked up at him. "I'm going to cum in your mouth again. You are to keep it in your mouth. Do not swallow `till you are told to." I moaned that I understood, and he continued. "You have done a good job so far. I'm expecting to have a big load for you. I hope you are ready. It's time to make me cum."
I did not waste any time. I sucked for all I was worth, remembering the things which he liked the most. I could hear his moans get louder, which encouraged me to continue. I had not fallen in love with the taste of his cum from our first encounter, but I knew that I would have to quickly. He started speaking as I worked. "Yeah. That's it. Oh, yeah. Take it you bitch, yeah. OK. Here it goes. Ahh, ok, ok, ok. YEAH oh YEAH!" I felt his balls tense, and the pulsing of his cock begin. I continued working his cock head with my tongue, and moaned myself as the first shot of jiss came across my tongue. The second was much larger than the first, and nearly filled my mouth. I slid his cock half way out so that there was more room, but he just kept squirting. Some of his seed spilled on to his chest, but I was able to keep almost all of it.
His spasms were less frequent now. I don't even think he was ejaculating any more sperm into my mouth. I just stayed there while he finished using me. I could really taste the cum as my tongue was completely submerged in it. I was running my tongue as gently as I could around his mostly hard dick, keeping the seal with my lips so that no more cum spilled. He put one hand on either side of my head, and pushed his entire cock deep into my already full mouth. I tried to protest, but it was too late: more jiss had already escaped. He kept his cock deep in for a few seconds, and then drew his cock out of my mouth for the first time in at least 45 minutes. I sat up looked at him. He had a look of disbelief on his face, telling me that I had done a good job.
"Have you swallowed yet?" I shook my head no. Looks like I gave you a mouthful, eh?" I nodded. "Show me," he said, demonstrating how I should open my mouth. I parted my lips, and let him look at his cum in my mouth. "Move your tongue around," he said with that famous grin. I let my tongue emerge from its hiding place in the creamy white fluid. "Let some dribble down your chin onto your chest." Kevin was enjoying this as much as he enjoyed the blow job. I did as I was told and expelled some of the cum, letting it run down my body. "Look at you! Covered in my cum and as hard as a rock. Ok, I want to see it go down the hatch: keep your mouth open and let me watch you swallow. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and heard his chuckle as the cum vanished down my throat. "Very impressive!" Kevin said, encouraging me. Now, you spilled some of my jiss on my chest. Get down here and clean it up. I leaned forward and licked the excess cum from his chest. He then had me clean his cock, sucking the last bits of cum from his shaft.
"You have done good work today, slave," Kevin said after I was done cleaning his tool. "I won't always draw it out this long, but I was so in the mood tonight. I am ready to go to sleep. Make the bed for us. I took the sheets from the shelf on the side of the room, and unrolled the mattresses. I still had a hard on, as well as Kevin's cum on my chin and chest. Kevin crawled into bed, and told me I could masturbate if I wanted to. I told him I did want to, and he told me to strip off the briefs he had given me. I did. I was told to lay down beside him and play with myself. It took me only a few minutes to blow a huge wad across my belly. Kevin tossed the briefs on my face, and told me to clean up my mess with them, put them on, and get into bed. I wiped up quickly, and tried to get my sore, still half hard cock into the wet briefs. When I succeeded, Kevin had me lie beside him, and go to sleep.
"First thing tomorrow you will get breakfast in bed," were his closing remarks for the night. I slept well.
Kevin-03 Serving Kevin - Part 3 ____________________
GAY SEX STORY - not your thing? please don't read the story.
Sorry about the delay in writing part 3. Regardless, here it is. UVic / Camosun students? E-mail me!!!
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I had to blow him Sunday morning first thing. We had both been up early in the morning to go piss, and had gone back to bed. It was about 9:30 when he sat up in bed. He was trying to figure out if I was still asleep. He shook me slightly, and I rolled from my side to my back, and looked up at him. Kevin had a grin on his face - not his wicked grin, but the grin that replaces an entire discussion about me having given him a blow job last night, and him being appreciative, even though I did not have a real choice in the matter. The grin also told me that he was a little horny, and he was going to make good on his promise of making me breakfast in bed.
"Good Morning!" he said his happy voice. As he spoke and I responded with a half moan, he moved up to his knees, and made the move to put one knee on each side of my shoulders. He stopped half way though his move and removed his boxers. As he continued to move over me I was still waking up, but was conscious enough to provide his leg to help him support himself. He just hung over me like that for a while, left hand up on the wall for support, and his right hand ensuring his dick was as hard as it needed to be. I was just finishing my eye rubbing and full wake up procedures, when I laid back and looked up at him. "Are you ready?" he asked. I sort of smiled, and opened my mouth to show him I was ready. He leaned forward and inserted his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, and then one steady push in where he paused momentarily. I could tell that my head was not tilted up enough, and moved my chin to my chest. Kevin made a few half thrusts in and out, and then stopped to push more pillows under my head for support. He quickly resumed his face fucking, and I became more and more comfortable.
We had been going along for a few minutes, and Kevin was getting into a real rhythm. He was clearly more intent on a quick orgasm this time. No words had really be exchanged; the only sound that could be heard was my slurping at his cock. Suddenly this sound was accompanied by a knock at the door, and Mrs. Retson's Call: "Good Morning boys! Are you up yet! I can make you breakfast." I had full panic mode set in (I just about bit Kevin's dick right off!). As if Kevin knew I would say something stupid given the opportunity, he pushed his cock deep in my mouth and called back to his mom. "Thanks Mom! We'll be up in about half an hour." Now that I was listening for it, I could hear her walking up the stairs. Smooth. Kevin sort of sighed, but quickly resumed his face fucking. He had been getting close before, and was still not that far off. "Change of plans," he said in a hushed voice as he continued to fuck my mouth. "Breakfast will be served on your face today!" Thinking this really turned him on as I could feel his dick get harder in my mouth. He was thrusting quickly now, and I could really feel his balls slapping my chin. "When I pull out, I want you to keep your mouth open." As he was saying this, I could feel his balls rise slightly: He was close. I just sat there as my mouth was used for the last few seconds before his release. I opened my eyes and say his head was looking down at me, but his eyes were squinting, and slightly rolled back, mouth partly open, and he was reduced to small gasps of breath. I looked down at his cock as it went in and out of my mouth in steady, deep thrusts with slight pauses at each end. His pace quickly changed, thrusting shorter and shallower as his right hand came off the wall and held my face in position. He was groaning slightly now, and I could tell he was holding his voice down as we were not alone in the house. He was definitely having an orgasm, but had not begun ejaculating yet. He withdrew just in time, and took his saliva soaked dick in his hand and began to stroke. His cum was on my face in seconds, some landing in my open mouth.
Kevin stayed hovering over me for a short time, recovering from his sex. He slowly looked down at me, and without expression on his face, pulled his foreskin back and put his penis back in his mouth, where I licked it for a few moments. Appearing to gain his strength back, he got off me and looked at the cum on my face. "Try to lick off what you can." I have a good sized tongue (the girls would love me) and was able to reach up and around to lick a reasonable amount of cum off my face. "I'm going to go shower. Don't clean yourself up yet. Kevin got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and could hear the water splash around as he washed his body. I could feel the cum on my face begin to run a little bit. The only mirror available was in the bathroom with Kevin, and I did not yet have the energy to get up and look, but I could feel that Kevin had shot a good load on my face, larger than I would have shot for my third orgasm in less than 24 hours. The smell was quite strong, but I was getting used to it. As I was thinking, the water stopped running, and Kevin called my name. I got up to go to join him in the bathroom. As I moved, the dried cum in the briefs I was wearing started to break free from my skin, causing a slight discomfort.
Once in the bathroom, I could see Kevin's naked body behind the beveled glass in the shower. He opened the door and stuck his head and arm out, pointing to the towels hanging from the rack on the back of the door. I grabbed a large towel and went to hand it to him. "I think you can dry me off." I did, and had my first real chance to study his entire body up close. He had a nice smooth build in his chest, and his arms were larger than I remembered. Nice all around, I say. After he was dry, he took the towel from me and wrapped it loosely around his waist. Kevin looked at me with he cum on my face, and smiled. "Rub your face, he said to me. I took my hands and began to rub his cum all over my face with my fingers. "Use your whole hand." I did, and my palms were covered in his sticky cum. "Lick them" was his next order. I did, and did not like the taste of old cum as much as I liked it fresh from his meat. I kept going for a while, until Kevin told me I could get in the shower.
When I got out of the shower, Kevin had brought in my clothes from the other room, minus my boxers. I got dressed and joined him in the rec. room. We went upstairs and snack into the kitchen. I was hoping not to run into any of his family, but they were all there. They knew nothing, but I was still embarrassed. We ate, and Kevin carried on like normal - he really was a good kid. Life went on as if I was a normal visitor for about 2 hours. Kevin and I talked, joked around, his Dad was bugging Kevin about his school work, and so on. I was just like a normal friend.
Later on we found ourselves up in Kevin's room, where he closed and locked the door (I didn't even have a lock on the door to my room!) "How about another quickie before you go home?" he asked. Who was I to refuse. He sat on the bed and put his hands behind his head. I sat on the bed, pulled down his sweats and boxers to reveal his hardening cock, and took it in my hand. I pushed his shirt up from his waist, running my hand along his stomach. After a few more strokes, I leaned forward and began to lick, then suck once again. I think I was getting better, `cause he wasn't giving me orders this time. I just concentrated on giving him the best head I could. I found that it worked best if I used one hand to assist, and kept bobbing up and down. The more saliva the better, and the more tongue action on the bottom of his head the better. After a few minutes I moved up further on the bed, causing my mouth to rotate around his dick. He let out a breath, and his dick flexed for a second. I tried rotating a little more, and it worked wonders. I was now going pretty strong, and was rotating on every second or third bobbing of his cock in my mouth. His hands rested on the back of my head, indicating I was not going deep enough. I tried a little deeper, and could tell he was close. I kept thinking of the matter at hand (and mouth) and could feel his body start to flex and relax below me, indicating his coming orgasm. I really sucked and did the tongue action, pulling out all the stops, as he quickly went over the edge. His hands pushed down a little more, so I took his cum in my mouth, my tongue working the head as he shot. It was not a huge load, but enough for me to get the taste. As he relaxed, he let my head up, and I licked my lips.
"You're getting good," he said in obvious appreciation. I sort of smiled, but was afraid to say thanks. "I had better get going." I got up, and waited for him to get his dick back in his pants, and for it to be soft enough for his arousal to not be obvious. We talked for a few minutes, and I got the feeling that Kevin actually liked me. I was shown to the door, and Kevin invited me back after dinner. I smiled as I started my walk home.
Kevin-04 Serving Kevin - Part 4 ____________________
GAY SEX STORY - not your thing? please don't read the story.
In all the responses I have had from this story, I hav yet to have one from a UVic or Camosun student. Am I the only person University aged in all of Victoria that reads the great stories at Nifty??? I hope not!
victoria_boy@hotmail.com ____________________
Making Kevin cum was now a reguar duty of mine, and I was getting pretty good at it. Kevin and I started spending a lot of time together, partly because he wanted me close by so I could suck his cock at any time, and partly because we really did get along and have a good time together. I would go over to watch TV, and suck his cock before I left. I would go over after hockey and suck him off. We would go skating on the lake, and I would blow him.
Kevin started to get off on where he would have me blow him. We had gone to a number of movies together at the theater in Southcenter. One time we were there watching a really bad movie (I don't even know the name of the show). There were about 20 other people there at the time, and we were sitting near the front. I was slouched down in my seat, and had my arms on the armrests when I felt Kevin grab my hand and pull it over to his leg. I was kind of shocked - after all we were in a relatively public place. Regardless of my thoughts, it was not my place to question him, so I slouched down a little further and started rubbing his leg. I was hoping he just wanted to get turned on, and just wanted some physical contact, but he reached down again and moved my hand up his leg a little, giving me the direction he wanted to travel. I was sitting down enough that I could not see the people behind us, and I was trying to remember how many rows back they were. I was just thankfull that no one else was in our row. Kevin obviously felt I was neglecting him as he once again moved my hand, so I bit the bullet and kept going `till I fell in contact with his basket.. I could feel that he had a hard on, and that it was sticking out in the folds of his jeans. I started becoming turned on myself, and was a little less worried about others seeing what was going on. I could get him to gasp slightly as I worked on his head, but also spent time masaging the entire cock through his jeans. It didn't take long before he wanted more: he moved his hand down and pushed mine away while he unziped his fly. Kevin then found my hand again, drew it up to his gaping fly, and inserted my fingers. I quickly contacted his boxers, which were drenched in his pre-cum. He was really turned on. I was now slouched low enough that no one else could see me. Kevin spoke to me under his breath: "Take it out." I found the hole in his fly, undid the button, and brought him into the open air. I could smell him immediately, and could feel the pre-cum ozing from his dick. The foreskin was slipery as I moved it up and down over his head, and there was the distinct sound of masturbation, quiet enough that only I could hear. Again Kevin spoke: "Blow me." I was shocked, scared, frozen stiff. I couldn't move. It was one thing to play with him a little - all we had to do to hide it was pull his jacket over him and no one would suspect a thing. It would be pretty hard to hide my face burried in his crotch if anyone walked up the isle. "Blow me!" he said again, still hushed, but more forced than the first time. What could I do? I slid out of my seat onto my knees beside him, and moved my face to his dick. I kept my hand ther and was stroking him as I began to clean the pre-cum from his head and foreskin. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down slightly, indicating he wanted me to get to work. Of coures I complied and took his cock in my mouth. I did my head bobing for a few minutes, and really worked his head with my tongue. He was flexing his ass, thrusting his dick deeper in my mouth. The pase was quickening, he was pushing down more with his hands. I could hear him breathing, and prayd that I would be the only one that heard him. I knew him well enough to tell he was going to cum any second now. Remembering how strong cum smells, I knew that I needed to swallow it all, and that it must be clean when I take it out of my mouth. I still could not believe this was happening. There, a stiffening, then a sort of pulse, then a full pulse followed by cum. I swallowed as fast as I could. More pulses, more cum - this was a big load. I kept swallowing and swallowing, just barely keeping up to his pace. This was the most cum I had swallowed to date. After his orgasm began to subside, Kevin did not take his hand off my head, but left it resting at the bottom of my neck, leaving his softening dick in my mouth. We stayed like that for what must have been a couple three minutes. I could feel his dick leaking out the last few drops of fluid as it became soft in my mouth, while Kevin's heart beat and breathing slowed. I did not work his dick at all at this point - I just left it there in its resting place. The whole time I could hear the movie playing in the background. After a while, his dick was relatively soft, and I made a slight movement indicating I was done. Kevin held my head in place, reassuring me that he was in control of the situation.
I was only made to stay with his dick in my mouth for about another minute. Kevin breathed deeply, and removed his hand. I stayed on his dick for a few seconds, ensuring I hand properly cleaned it, before removing it from my mouth. I quickly and carefuly packaged Kevin's cock back in his pants and did up his clothing. I slowly slid back towards a sitting slouching position before I casually rose up again. Anyone sitting behind us would have seen me slouch down, and rise up again, but would not have seen me move over to give a blow job to my friend. I reached for our pop to have a sip, but Kevin stoped me, whispering "I want you to have the taste of me in your mouth." As he was looking over at me I licked my lips, which caused us both to smile.
Kevin walked with a smile on his face and pride in his step as we left the theater that night. I walked beside him, becoming more embaressed as his "glow" increased. When we got into the parking lot and away from the crowd Kevin started chuckeling to himself, and then laughing a little, when I joined in. "We'll have to do that more often!" he said. We continued joking around with each other the whole walk back to our respective houses.
This is my first attempt at putting experiences to paper. I changed a few things (like names, obviously) to protect "Kevin." Some of what happens is real, some is made up.
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