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*** Kevin *****
While Lisa had been at the house, Zac had been fairly discreet. Other than his hand on my leg while we sat at the table, He had not touched me in any way. We'd thrown similes and mischievous grins at each other, but no other physical contact. As soon as Lisa's bike was on the tar road, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Do you mind?" he asked.
I leaned up against him, "Hell no," I said. I emphasized my response by lifting up my hand and caressing his bulky, lightly haired arms. He was about 5 inches taller than me and it felt good to have him hold me like that.
I closed my eyes. I'd dreamed of doing something like this with a guy. Well with Tommy to be truthful, but this felt right, where the thoughts of Tommy now seemed off-kilter somehow.
We swayed, as if to the wind. I felt Zac grow against my back. His groin started about where ass ended.
He whispered in my ear, "You want to watch the movie now, or later?"
I was quiet for a moment, then replied quietly, "Later." I turned in his arms and looked up at him. Zac had hazel eyes that seemed to change according to the light. I lifted my head expectantly and we kissed. Oh, yes, we kissed.
At first, we simply touched lips. I closed my eyes and inhaled Zac's sent. I felt his lips move apart a bit, and mine did as well. In the gap, Zac probed his tongue, tentatively at first, but then more passionately. his hands were on my back, but then left momentarily. By the pull up on my shirt, I realized why. We separated for a moment as he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I was about to move back in for more kissing,when he stopped me by gripping my forearms.
He was drinking me in with his eyes. He let go of my arm with his right hand and brushed my pec with the back of his hand. I have no hair on my chest yet. My pecs are solid from lifting. My nip pings with his touch. I tilted my head back and sighed. His hand rubbed against my abs, and shock waves rippled through my body. Then he was pulling me close again, this time bare chest to bare chest.
How sweet are his kisses.
We were both boned, I could feel his hardon grinding against mine. I so want him. The heat from his chest and midrif spread through my body. We were still on the porch for all the world to see, albeit at the distance we were from the road, if a car happened to drive by, it wouldn't be able to tell we were two guys.
But for what I suddenly wanted to do, I figured a little more privacy would be best. I broke away from Zac, grabbed his hand and pulled open the door. "Come on," I urged him. My voice suddenly had a husky quality to it
I led him into the living room. I turned towards him and grabbed his other hand. I just stared at his body for minute. He let me, enjoying the caressing my eyes were giving. I looked up at his face and with a smile kneeled down. I dropped his hands and moved them to his waist. Slowly I pulled down his shorts.
Zac was wear a pair of green boxers with a bullseye on his crotch. The bullseye was split, however, because his cock head was poking through the piss slot. I stared at it mesmerized.
A clear drop formed on the tip, and without a thought I leaned in and licked it.
The salty taste assailed my senses. Zac let out a small gasp. I couldn't wait any longer, I pulled the shorts down and there at eye level was his manhood in all it's hard glory. My mouth salivated at the sight. His blonde pubes were nearly invisible. His nuts hang down like a sack of large walnuts. And his meat ... Damn .... it was about 6 inches long and about as round as a large sausage -- definitely bigger than mine.
I'd seen many pictures of guys giving head, but the reality of a cock in my face was numbing. I pushed him slightly, and Zac stepped backwards into the couch. He leaned his head back and spread his legs. I moved up placing my hands on his thighs, moving my mouth over his dick. I'm not sure what i expected, but the reality was amazing. There was only a subtle taste, that made me think of the sweaty smell of a weight room. Then a salty sweet taste began to emerge. I ran my tongue around his head and Zac let out another sigh.
His hand started to caress my head. He pushed down slightly, and I opened to take more of him in. I got down about half way, when I gagged. I came up and focused on his tip again.
I started playing with his balls, I dipped a finger under his nut sack and Zac went crazy.
His hand moved under my chin and he pulled slightly, indicating me to come off his cock. His hand guided me to his face, where he kissed me passionately. I was lying on top of him now and our cocks again grinded, only this time free from clothes, his dick was slicked up by my spit.
After a minute or so, he rolled me over so I was sitting on the couch. He whispered in my ear, "I want to taste your sauce," and slithered down my body so he was now between my legs.
*** Zac ***
I am an only child. My folks had always wanted a large family, but something happened during my mom's second pregnancy which caused her to miscarry. That something also caused her to be sterile.
We live on a ranch several miles out of town. We have some 500 head of cattle that we free range. We also have half a dozen pig lots and a shit load of goats. My Uncle John lives 1 mile south and 2 miles west of us. They have 4 kids. One girl - Lisa - who is a year younger than me, and 3 boys, 4, 6 and 7 years younger than me. Lisa and I are really close. Ever since we were old enough to run around on your own, we have hung out after chores. Both my dad and my uncle share the same land. Its gently rolling hills with a broad creek running through it. We'd often hang out in a small copse of trees that lined the creek. It was our own personal space where we could get away from her brothers.
Lisa was very much a tomboy. We'd play catch incessantly, climb trees, hunt for bugs, shit like that. She is very athletic and dexterous. Her main joy is gymnastics, but she also participates on the Football cheer squad as a way to do gymnastic stuff in the off season.
Lisa is also the only one who knows my secret.
She found out a couple of years ago. I was in 8th grade, she was in 6th. (Her birthday is in September, while mine is in July, so we are just over a year apart in age, but two grades apart in school).
Wait, I need to back a bit, or else the next part might seem strange - well stranger than it is. My folks and Lisa's folks were always at each others house. At the end of the day, we often have supper together. When we were younger, until I was around 6- or 7, Lisa and I were often bathed or showered together. I bring this up to explain that we don't think anything of each other doing bathroom things around each other, even all these years later. When we were hanging out together by the creek, if one of us had to piss, we'd go behind a tree, drop trow and let'r fly.
Once when it snowed, I entertained her by writing her name in yellow. She laughed for ten minutes, I think.
Well, this one afternoon we had gotten back from school. It was an awesome day and no chores to think of. We were hanging out by the creek and I had to piss, so I stepped behind a tree and unzipped my pants.
Lisa followed.
I stopped. Other than the snow writing episode a couple of years before, we'd hadn't actually seen each others privates since. We would piss near each other, but not in the open.
"Do you mind?" I asked. I gestured at my unzipped jeans. I knew she understood.
"Can I see it?" she asked more shyly than I'd ever heard her. Lisa is not normally bashful.
"What?" I exclaimed.
Shed blushed, but quickly said, "We're studying male puberty in health class. I thought .... maybe.... I could see the real thing. We only have line drawings in our book."
I stared at her for a couple of seconds and then shrugged. I was about to just fish out my dick through the piss slit in my boxers, but decided in for a pinch, in for a pound. I stuck my thumbs in the side waistband of my underwear and jeans, and in one swift motion pushed them down to my ankles. I pulled up my T-shirt, so it didn't block her view.
"Mind if I piss first?"
"Sure," she said with a giggle. I turned so that my side was to her and relaxed my groin. The warm relief spread out from my midsection. Nothing like letting the piss fly after holding it for too long. I'll admit I made a little show of it, pushing my crotch out more than necessary, to accent my size. In 8th grade, I had barely had any growth spurt yet. Over the next three years, I'd shoot up 9 inches and put on 90 pounds of mostly muscle. But for now, I was smaller, though not scrawny by any means. I had barely a trace of pubes at the top of my shaft, but being the blonde color they were, you'd think I was bare.
When I finished, I shook the last couple of drops off. Lisa walked over and before I knew it, her hand reached out and cupped my jewels.
Wow.
Except when the doctor gave me the hernia check at a physical, no one besides myself has touched my junk since I was a small boy. It was nice.
It was TOO nice. I could feel myself growing.
Shit! This is Lisa! My cousin!
Lisa realized I was growing and her hand sprang off my nuts like they'd turned red hot.
"Oh," she exclaimed. Her face was beet red. My face was beet red.
I reached down to pull up my pants, but she stopped me by placing her hand on my arm.
Even quieter than before, she nearly whispered, "Can I see you play with it?"
I froze at her request. Had she really asked that?
Like before she started speaking quickly to explain. "We were told about masturbation in class. And then at lunch I overheard a couple of boys whispering about it at the table behind me." She looked up at me. "Please?" she begged.
I stared at her. I was crouched over with my hands on my pants waistband. Left to fall, my T-shirt had covered my groin area. The shock of the situation had deflated my peter, but at her audacious suggestion, I could feel the blood run south again.
I heard the word come out of my mouth, before I was conscious of saying it. "Sure," I replied.
To this day, I swear I was having an out of body experience. It was like I was looking in at me and Lisa, without being in control.
I straightened up and turned to the side, like I had to take a piss. I raised my T-shirt with my left hand to make sure Lisa had a full view. Since I was still fairly soft, I only used my thumb and index finger to grasp my dick, sliding the little remnant of foreskin I had left from when the doc cut me at birth.
I closed my eyes and pictures Mike. Mike sat next to me in Chemistry, he was my lab partner. His hazel eyes sparkled whenever he smiled, his ginger hair was often shaggy and enticing. (And straight as an arrow as far as I knew, but not in my fantasies.) I pictured him shirtless as he usually was when we sparred one-on-one basketball after study sessions. I imagined him taking off his shorts.
I was getting hard and growing to my 4 inches, so I added two more fingers to my grip.
"Who are you thinking of," Lisa asked?
Without thinking, I muttered, "Mike, naked Mike."
At just that minute the point of no return hit. I could feel the climax rocket through my body as spunk exploded into the air. My knees buckled and I fell back tripping on my pants. A couple more drops dribbled out onto my stomach.
"That was awesome." Lisa giggled. She moved over and wiped her finger through my spunk. "Oo.... It's like runny snot. "
I laughed. I hadn't expected to pleasure myself in the open, so I had nothing to clean myself up with. So I wiped the cum up with my hand and wiped it on a tree.
"Did you say ‘Mike'?" She asked.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I felt the blood drain from my face. I pulled my pants up and covered myself. What had I just done.
"I … I …." I could breathe. Fuck! How could I say that?
A look of great concern blossomed on Lisa's face. "Zac, are you alright?" Lisa kneeled down next to me. “Zac, I don't care if you think about guys. That's cool with me. We can compare ASSets and stuff."
Her look of love and concern calmed me down. I took a deep breath.
"So, you like guys?"
I stared at her dumbly for a second, and then laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do." We both smiled.
We never talked about that afternoon afterwards. Lisa never asked me to whip it out again or anything. I almost thought she had blocked it from her mind, until the following year, when sure enough she started talking to me about guys she thought were hot. She really liked this one boy Kevin. He played football and was the quarterback of the middle school team, even though he was only a 7th grader. She hung out with him and his friend Tommy quite a bit.
She confided to me, however, that she thought he might be on the same team as me -- and she wasn't talking about football. She was pretty sure he had a crush on his friend Tommy, not that it would do him any good. Tommy was clueless and probably playing in a different league.
This year, when Kevin joined the team, I watched him. Sure enough, I'd see him glance at other guys. Nothing obvious, unless you were looking for it. Just a way his eyes seem to travel to guy's groins, especially if they were naked. He never lingered and anyone else would never have noticed.
He also waited to shower. I know this, because I did too. We usually lift at the end of practice. When everyone is done, I always stay and help coach put the weights away. This is by no means suspicious. Ranchers often do such things, it's bred into us -- clean up when you are done. Townies seem to live as if they have a pack of servants following in their wake.
By time I get in the locker room 3 /4 of the guys are showered and dressed. The other quarter are toweling off. Less temptation, you see. Except Tommy. He's usually just walking out of the shower as I walk in.
The last week or so, I decided to test him out a little. I normally walk to the shower with my towel around my waist, as most guys do. The football lockers are a bit of a way from the showers. Previously, I'd wait until I was past Tommy to shed my towel, but I decided to open my towel just before he walked by. Every time, he did a double take. Yeah -- I think Lisa’s right.
That Friday, like normal, I hung back to help put away some of the equipment. As I was entering the locker room, Coach stopped and mentioned I could bring a girl to the After Game. Bring a girl? Fuck that, I had no desire to bring a girl. There was only one reason to bring a girl to the After Game, from what I could see, and that was to shag her. Thankfully I have a built in excuse for times like these, an advantage of being a Rancher.
"Oh sorry coach, my Pa just mentioned to me that we got half a dozen cows calving tonight and one of the ranch hands called in sick. He needs me home as soon as possible, can I skip the After Game?"
Coach readily agreed it was OK. Our family business covered a significant portion of the tax base for our town, so he had no desire to irk them. If we had lost, I never would have used this approach, but with a win, the After Game was reward not required. And it wasn't a lie. With as many cattle as we have, there is always some calving. I’ve heard my dad use this excuse himself when he wanted to get out something he didn't want to do. And Fred, one of the ranch hands had called in sick today. True, he was going for a 3 day fishing weekend -- which my dad knew all about -- but it was a "sick day" since he wasn't need.
I headed into the locker room and decided I better not go too slow, since I had just told coach I need to get home. I stripped, and grabbed my towel. I heard Andy asking the freshmen and sophomores who they wanted to bring. My ears perked up when I heard him ask Kevin.
"Aah..aah... Lisa, on the cheer squad," he stammered. I grinned ruefully, so he was asking my cuz. Lisa and he were just friends, he couldn't possibly be thinking he'd get any from her. My grin turned mischievous Maybe that’s because he didn't want to get any from her.
I decided to put my theory to the test. I took my time in the shower, until I spotted Kevin heading this way. I then exited just before he entered. I took my time toweling off. As the last guy left, I hung my towel up and put my shirt on and remained naked from the waist down. I heard the shower turn off and a moment later, I saw Kevin enter the football locker area. I turned towards him. I knew my junk was slightly enlarged at the excitement of my exhibition.
Yep, he was staring at my crotch, and not just a quick glance. He glanced up and I gave him a knowing look. He gave a slight start, like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Obviously trying to deflect attention from his flagrant gaze, he quipped, ""You coming, Zac? If I'm done, everyone's probably in their cars by now waiting for us."
I stared at him for a moment, wondering if I dared approach him somehow. "No," I drawled out, "I already told Andy.... I have a pretty busy day tomorrow. Our cows are calving." I turned back at that point and grabbed my boxers and continued to get dress.
With a start, Kevin moved into high gear and soon headed out of the locker room.
So, did I dare? If I did, how'd I go about it? I mulled these thoughts over as I walked out. I passed the weight room and noticed the sign in roster. Every time we lift outside of practice, we sign off on the roster. Most guys don't do a lot of extra weight training during the season. Personally I figure with all the work I do on the farm, I don’t need to.
Kevin's name caught my eye. I scanned the list, and his name appeared more than the others. I noticed that he often lifted on Saturday mornings around 9. No one else ever lifted before noon on Saturdays. Would he follow his routine tomorrow? I thought I'd find out.
The next morning, I headed over to the weight room at 8. I figured I wanted to be there if and when he showed up. I spent the time stretching. Around 8:30, i heard someone entering the lock combination. I moved over to the bench and lifted off the bar I had set up earlier. I pumped out a quick set of 5. As the person entered I replaced the bar on the rack.
Sure enough, it was Kevin.
"Hey Kevin,"I called out.
Kevin had a little bit of a peevish look on his face. I'm sure he had been looking forward to having the room to himself.
Suddenly he stated, ""I thought you had to help with calving or some shit like that."
I gave him a conspiratorial look, ""Just between you and me -- that was just an excuse to get out of the after game -- I didn't like all the girls being invited over. It's supposed to be a time to celebrate with the guys, you know. Girls can wait til Saturday. Want me to spot you?" I threw that last in, to get him moving on a workout.
"Sure," he replied.
The room was warm. I was already shirtless. Kevin followed suit, ripping off his shirt and laid down on the bench. I gazed at his chest and busted out laughing. He had what had to be cum crusted on his chest. Not surprisingly he had not "hooked up" with Lisa and took care of business right before he went to bed. Probably forgot to clean up, figuring he'd shower after his workout.
"Looks like you had some fun alone time there, Kevin. Either that or you're trying to advertise. " I added that last quip, figuring I'd test the waters. I decided to tread a little deeper and reached down and flaked some cum off him.
His face reddened more than a stop light.
"Don't sweat it dude. I'm sure I got some crust on me too, somewhere." I replied as I laughed. " What else you gonna do before you fall asleep?" I made a shaking motion with his fist. "And there's no point in showering before you work out. Come on lift."
I took it as a good sign, when he relaxed at my comment and proceeded to lift, not bothering with the crusty evidence. Maybe Lisa was right after all.
When he finished his set, I helped him put the bar on the rack. As I did, I intentionally moved forward a little more than I needed to. This allowed my shorts to linger over his eyes. I was going commando. Sure enough, Kevin took a long gaze.
"Maybe you are advertising." I commented. Kevin got a uncomfortable look on his. Uh, oh, I thought, did I push too far too fast?
I quickly changed the subject, "Come on, let's do some squats."
For the next two hours we worked out. It was a blast. As the time went on, we became more comfortable with each other. I interjected several sexual innuendos and Kevin went right along with the joking, even when I added a slight homo bent to the joking. I don’t think it was just me, I'm pretty sure we were both flirting. We often were closer than was typical, and there just seemed to be some sexual energy building between us.
As we finished the workout, I realized I had a perfect opportunity to see Kevin naked. I asked him if he'd stay and shower. There had to be at least two people in the showers when the school was empty.
As we showered, I put my back to the shower pole so my front was facing Kevin. I leaned back, making it look like I was enjoying the nice soak, but I did thrust forward a little more than would have been normal. I was afraid I’d pop a boner, I could feel my cock was enlarged.
Worried that if I did wait too much longer, I'd bone completely, I opened my eyes. Fuck yeah! Kevin was staring opening at my junk. He noticed my eyes were open and looked up. I just smiled and pointedly looked down at his manhood.
Wow. Kevin's dark pubes stood out. They outlined his package nicely.
Feeling another swelling in my crotch, I turned and finished my shower.
As we were leaving the locker room, I decided to go for it. Hell, if I was wrong, screw it. But I didn't think I was. So I asked him, "You free tomorrow night? I wondered if you might want to come over and watch a movie with me at my place."
My heart stopped as I waited for him to reply.
"Yeah..." he began, but then continued, "Shit. No I can't. I have to take Alicia to the movie."
The mention of Alicia caught me off guard. At first, I thought I had completely misjudged him. but then he explained the god-awful mix up that had ensued.
"Fucking A, bro. That blows. Lisa's my cousin and I know she thinks the world of you. Want me to explain to her the mix-up?" I finally said.
With a smile, Kevin replied gratefully, "You'd do that, Zac? That would be awesome. Last night would have been 100 times better if I had been hanging out with her."
I wanted to know where he stood with this whole liking girls or guys. I was again beginning to think I had misread him, so I asked straight out: "So you like Lisa? I could have her come over tomorrow and watch the movie with us. You could still stop by after your `date'", I made the quote signs with his fingers, " with Alicia. We don't have school on Monday, it's Columbus day. So we can hang out later. " I tried to keep the sound of disappointment out of my voice, but I don’t think I was completely successful.
Kevin hesitated for half a minute or so. When he finally replied, it took a moment for his words to sink in. "Truthfully, Lisa and I are just good friends. Don't get me, wrong, I like hanging out with her, but I'm guess I'm just not interested in having a girlfriend right now." Kevin looked at me with what appeared to me a questioning expression.
But fucking-A. Did I imagine it or was the "right now" an added disclaimer. Yes, I think it was. I couldn't stop the smile that broke out on my face. Kevin returned the same.
Just to be sure, I confirmed, "So does that mean you'll come over after you "date"?" Again the air quotes were brought out.
With a smile on his face, Kevin said "Sure!" And we part ways.
When I got home, I found my parents packing. They were heading off for a week's vacation to my grandparent's place in Arizona. They were flying out this evening. I spent the rest of the afternoon on chores, feeding the hogs, cleaning equipment, shit like that.
The folks left around 4, and I was on my own. Lisa came over and we cooked up some pasta dish that was awesome. At first she was in a pissant mood. I was fairly certain I knew why. I let her simmer for about 10 minutes before I finally relayed to her the cross-communication between Kevin and Andy.
I waited another 15 minutes before I told her I had invited Kevin over for the evening tomorrow.
She came over and hugged me. "You sure about him?"
"As sure as I can be." I told her what Kevin said about her.
"Ahh, he's so sweet. I gotta say, I knew it though."
Lisa was quiet for a minute then piped in, “I think I'll join you for supper tomorrow again. Someone's gotta watch your back. I’ll check him over and make sure he's not out to take advantage of you."
I smiled at Lisa's possessiveness of me. I retorted, "But I want him to take advantage of me."
She just rolled her eyes.
On Sunday, I headed into church, came home and got my chores done. When I finished, i showered and put on a pair of khaki shorts. I figured I'd go topless.
Kevin showed up a lot earlier than I expected. I didn't figure he'd get there until 9 pm or so. But I wasn't about to complain. The look on his face when Lisa stepped out was priceless. I'm guessing he thought I was trying to set him up with her.
As soon as we sat down to eat, I made sure he knew my intentions. I figured the direct approach was best. I simply rested my hand on his thigh. His smile was all the confirmation I needed.
And so it was that a little more than an hour after he arrived, I was sitting on the couch naked, with Kevin giving me the first blow job I ever had. I wanted to taste Kevin in the worst possible way. I tugged at his chin and he looked up at, his dark brown eyes looked into my eyes and I just melted.
I tugged a little harder on his chin, and Kevin moved up so that he was lying on top of me, our bodies grinding. His mouth found mine and we were trying to swallow each other. I broke away long enough to whisper my desire to him, my need, "I want to taste your sauce.” With that I rolled him over.
Kevin spread his legs as I crouched between his knees. I began caressing the inside of his thighs, as I examined his throbbing shaft. A dark bush encircled the base. His cock stood out, pulsing to the rhythm of his heart. A bead of jizz collected at the tip.
I've wanted to taste a cock for so long. I began by tasting his clear pre-spunk. I've tasted mine before, I love the taste of mine. His was a little different, but just as good. I swirled my tongue around the tip, pushing it in his piss hole a bit. Kevin sighed deeply. And down I went.
I loved it. The velvety taste and the musky scent was were paradise. I started bobbing on his shaft, but had only gone up and down about five times, when I felt Kevin repeat the gesture to me of tugging on my chin.
I came up and looked at him questioning. He had a steady stream of pre-cum now, I was addicted.
He got up, grabbing my hand and lead me to the center of the room. He laid me down on my side, and then got down on the floor opposite me. His cock was back in my face, and I dove in, even as I felt the moist warmth of his mouth envelope mine.
This was too much. The sight, the smell, the feeling. I started moving my hips. Kevin followed suit. Trying not to push too hard, I bare restrained a strong thrust as I felt my dick explode in Kevin’s mouth. A second later, my mouth was filled with a salty, tangy taste as a reply.
I continued to milk Kevin's cock, as I felt him do the same to me, but I soon became too sensitive. I pulled back and Kevin swung around. We kissed again, this time not so much with hot passion, but with a soothing thanks.
I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled our foreheads together. I smiled at him and said, "Thanks Kev."
He replied, "If this is what having a boyfriend is like, I'm all yours."
To be continued .....
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