Chapter 11: Kevin Confesses
I slept in late Saturday, since I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Chad had only cum once that evening (he had not lost at Wales Tales, so he'd gotten a blow job.) I hadn't even cum ONCE, so I was plenty horny. And when you get two horny gay boys together in one room, well, you know what happens.
Like I said earlier, we didn't get much sleep that night...
Saturday morning Chad and I parted ways. Vance felt much better, so he took over hosting Chad. I did errands and such, then came home, smoked a shower, got dressed, grabbed my books and notes, and headed over to the PiKA house. It was a nice day, so I had on gym trunks and a tee shirt, socks and sneakers. I also wore underwear; I do when I want to be comfortable and don't when I want to show off. Not knowing where Kevin stood, I decided on discretion. My tee shirt fit me plenty well, and the gym trunks and underwear did nothing to hide my hefty basket. I know that a couple of GIRLS turned their heads to check me out as I walked by.
Kevin greeted me at the door. He was dressed similarly. A tight PiKA tee shirt showed off his muscular chest. His tits STILL made noticeable darts through his shirt. His wrestler's legs looked particularly massive in his shorts; I guess they were still pumped from his matches earlier that afternoon. Kevin's hair looked slightly damp, so I guess he'd taken a shower before I came over. Darn!
Kevin and I studied in the PiKA study room for an hour or so, before four or five guys came in to work on some group project. We found their noise distracting, so Kevin suggested we head up to his room. "My roommate's out of town, so you can use his desk." On our way upstairs Kevin stopped to get us each a soda-how thoughtful.
Kevin's room looked like a typical fraternity room. A few clothes were strewn here and there. A ratty-old couch leaned against one wall; bunk beds line the other wall. Over one desk were some centerfolds from Playboy; I HOPED they were Kevin's roommate's. They were-over the OTHER desk were pictures of wrestlers and weightlifters and ads for bodybuilding supplies and foods and powders. The pictures looked just straight enough not to raise any questions. Kevin set his stuff down on this desk, then cleared off his roommate's desk and indicated I should use it. As long as I didn't look up at the beaver shots on the wall I was okay.
Periodically Kevin would ask me a question and I would scoot my chair over to his desk to help him. Occasionally, while I was showing Kevin something in the book I would lean closer and my bare leg would brush against his. Sometimes I kept it there; Kevin didn't seem to mind. And when he came over to where I was sitting and I felt his leg rubbing against mine, I knew it couldn't be accidental. But something about it felt strange, so I didn't make any more blatant or forward moves. After all, I AM the shy and reserved type. Right.
Kevin and I studied for a couple of hours. Our only breaks were when Kevin got up to get us more soda, and the once when I got up to empty my bladder. Finally, after we'd worked out a hard problem together (I knew a hard problem I WANTED to work out, namely the one which I could easily develop in my pants), Kevin looked up at the clock on the wall and exclaimed, "Wow! It's after seven. We've probably done enough studying for a Saturday. Are you hungry?"
When I said I was, Kevin said, "I know a good restaurant. It's about half an hour from here. I'll pay, to thank you for helping me today. I may just pass the Diff EQ test. But the place is kind of fancy, so we can't go in shorts. Is that okay with you?" When I said it was, Kevin decided, "I'll change here. Then I'll drive you up to the TKE house and you can change. Then we'll head out to Chez Jenny."
I sat there and watched as Kevin sat down on his bed and bent to take off his sneakers and white socks. Then he stood up and walked toward his closet, pulling off his tee shirt. The back which he displayed could have appeared in an anatomy text or bodybuilding magazine. Kevin's shoulders were massive, the triceps well cut, and no love handles did HE have. Too bad he was facing away from me. Or maybe NOT too bad; I could feel myself getting hard as I watched him undress. And gym trunks don't particularly hide very much.
With his back still towards me, Kevin took off his trunks. His loose white briefs couldn't hide the muscles of his ass, nor the massive thighs about which I've already spoken. Now, how to get him to turn around? As Kevin took a pair of pants from his closet, I commented, "You sure are a well-built dude."
So as not to be rude, Kevin turned to face me as he replied. I could almost feel a wet spot forming in my briefs. From the front, Kevin looked even better built. His chest was deeply cut, and you could count ever rib. A patch of light hair covered the space between two small, but pointy tits, which seemed to be calling my name. A narrow trail of hair ran down the middle of his chest, and continued below his navel and disappeared into his BVDs. The BVDs bulged nicely in front; Kevin's package sure didn't look like HE was on steroids!
Just in case you missed the last chapter, let me remind you of what Kevin looked like. YOU can get hard, just as I am, thinking back on it. Kevin was maybe 5'10" tall, fair skinned, with light blond hair which he wore on the long side. He looked like he weighed around 160; I found out later it was more like 170 what with all his muscles upon muscles. Kevin was one of the better wrestlers at our school, and had the body to show for it.
"It's mostly hereditary," Kevin said. "My father was an Olympic gymnast. My brother was a state champion wrestler the year before I was. Even my sister's a big athlete; she's a nationally-known equestrienne. Luckily my grandfather made a fortune in mining. His dough paid for all our coaches, and my sister's horses, which cost a fortune." Kevin didn't seem to be bragging about his wealth, it just was the way things were. And he seemed happy spreading it around, taking me to a good restaurant and all.
Kevin put on a button-down shirt, then rolled up the sleeves-yum, I find that VERY sexy. As he tucked in the tails and front, I could only wish it were MY hand down the front of his pants. Kevin put on some socks and shoes, grabbed his wallet and keys, and said, "Let's go." I grabbed my books and followed him.
Kevin had an almost-new Jaguar. "My grandfather's partial to English cars. He drives a Bentley, and got me this for my high school graduation." We headed up from the lower frat houses towards the TKE house, which I always thought dominated the upper frat houses (but then, I'm probably biased.)
Kevin parked the car and followed me into the house and up to my room. He looked around as I took off my own stuff. I took care to parade around in just my underwear, to see if Kevin would look. He did check me out-when he thought I wouldn't notice. I also saw him glancing surreptitiously at the naked men magnets I had stuck on the side of my file cabinet. I made sure I was chatting with him as I pulled on my pants then put on my shirt. Sure enough, Kevin seemed to be looking more at my chest than at my face when he answered me.
By the time we got to the restaurant it was almost 9:00 PM. Kevin was right, it WAS a good restaurant, much too expensive for MY budget. Heck, the twenty dollars he spent on a bottle of wine could have bough five or six bottles of what I usually drank! Everything was fine about the dinner except the conversation, which seemed a little bit strained. It was almost as if Kevin wanted to talk about something but was afraid to bring it up. I suspected I knew what it was, but didn't want to be the first to mention it.
Kevin and I didn't speak much on the drive home; each lost in his own reverie. We were nearly back to campus when Kevin broke the silence. "Do your parents know you're gay?" he asked.
His approach surprised me. "Of course," I replied. "To them it's no big deal. One of my uncles is gay. One of my cousins is a lesbian. And another cousin is bi. We never know WHO he'll be bringing to the family Christmas get-together." After a pause I said, "Do YOUR parents know?"
Kevin didn't reply.
I looked at him, as best I could see him in the dark car. "You ARE gay, aren't you?"
"I don't know," Kevin whispered.
"Have you ever DONE anything gay?" I asked.
"No," replied Kevin.
"Have you ever done anything STRAIGHT?" I probed.
"I fucked a couple of girls in high school." The rush started. "But it didn't do much for me. And I was always looking at the other guys in the shower, and sometimes had to hide my hard-on with a towel or by quickly turning on the cold water. And I shoplifted a couple of fag magazines and jerked off to them."
"Didn't you ever fool around with your friends when you were younger? Like thirteen or fourteen?" I asked.
"No," Kevin said. "I came from a pretty conservative town. They didn't even give us sex ed. until twelfth grade, and then only 'cause the state made them. I could NEVER have brought up something like that with my friends." Kevin paused, then wistfully added, "I think Phil WANTED to, but we never did it."
By then we were just about pulling up to the TKE house. I decided much as I wanted to do it with Kevin, I didn't want to make the first move. Either HE would decide he wanted to have gay sex with me, or he wouldn't.
He wouldn't. He ALMOST did, but at the last moment he chickened out: We pulled into the driveway. I thanked Kevin for dinner, and told him I'd tutor him any time for a meal like that. Like at dinner, Kevin looked like he wanted to say something, but was afraid. I gave him ample opportunity before opening the door and getting out.
"Wait," Kevin said. Then he paused. I leaned back into the car to hear what he had to say. What happened next surprised me. He turned his head at me and said, "Thanks for the math help. And thanks for listening." Then, before he could think too much, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine in a quick kiss.
Kevin sat back upright, then faced forward. He would not look at me. He didn't know what I'd do. He didn't know what HE should do. I leaned forward and squeezed his shoulder. "See you, Kevin. And if you need help with math, or just want to talk, give me a call." I stood upright and closed the door. I watched as Kevin drove away. Then I felt my cock give a twitch, and I realized I had an impending case of blue balls.