Chapter 13: Kevin Comes Out
Kevin and I chatted briefly at each of the next math classes, although we didn't bring up the topic of Kevin's sexuality. Finally, on Friday, Kevin asked, "Are you doing anything tonight? Do you want to have dinner?"
He looked almost devastated when I said, "Yes, I have a pool match tonight." But when I added, "I'm not busy tomorrow night if you want to go out," his eyes almost lit up. It was like he had found a long-lost friend, or a life saver in a storm. I knew he was popular with his fellow PiKAs; I always saw him with a crowd of them, but I guess there were SOME things he couldn't talk about, or do with, them.
Friday night came and went (I won some nice money at pool). Saturday I showered and shaved myself extra smooth, and cleaned up my room and made the bed, just in case we ended up there. I also made sure the lube, rubbers, and trick towels were convenient, not being sure of just what we'd be doing if we DID make it back there. I put on some skimpy, sexy underwear, a tight pair of jeans which showed off my figure well, and a tight, ribbed shirt which I knew did justice to my athletic figure. I grabbed a jacket and headed outside to wait for Kevin to pick me up.
Kevin drove me to yet another nice restaurant and paid for dinner again. As he put it, "I have more money than I know what to do with. I may as well spend some on my friends." After dinner we drove back to near campus and stopped in at a jazz club I knew about. We each had a couple of drinks—well, maybe more than a couple—enough to get us pleasantly relaxed, too much for Kevin to drive safely. The club was close enough to campus that we could walk back (that's why I chose it); I thought the cool night air would do us good.
Kevin and I had talked a lot that evening, but had carefully skirted the topic of whether Kevin was going to be spending the night with me. Kevin seemed afraid to bring it up, still. I did not want to bring it up, lest I be accused of, or feel like I was, forcing him to do something he didn't really want to do. I don't mind earning a toaster, but I like a willing recruit. I decided I had to do something, though, to take the bull by the horns. If Kevin decided he wasn't ready, well, I'd had a fun evening anyway.
The route I'd chosen for our walk back to school would pass by the TKE house first. Surprise, surprise! It seemed natural, therefore, for me to ask, "Do you want to come up to my room for a drink or toke or something?"
Kevin looked a little hesitant. This was it. I could almost seem him gulping as he replied, "Sure."
Kevin followed me up the steps to the house. I let us in through the side door. I did not want to make Kevin feel uncomfortable by thinking that anyone would see him going up to my room. We headed up the back stairs and made it to my room unspotted. I locked the door behind us—Kevin gave a start when he heard the lock click.
"Welcome to my humble adobe," I said. "Do you want something to drink, or a toke? I just got in some mighty fine weed, just the thing to top off the brandy we had at the club."
Kevin had been looking around my room, almost entranced. I guess he'd never been in a gay guy's room before. Or so he thought. I knew differently, but wasn't about to tell him about the three PiKA brothers of his I'd made it with since I'd been at the school. I assumed he'd been in at least ONE of their rooms, if not all of them. Like they say, WE are EVERYWHERE. Even in a PiKA house (not EVERYONE is good enough to be a TKE!)
He looked back at me. "Sure," he said. "A joint would hit the spot about now." It would also put off the moment of truth.
On my way to my desk, to get out the dope, I stopped at the closet and hung up my coat. "Can I hang up YOUR coat?" I asked. I DO have manners, if not morals.
Kevin handed me his coat. Once again he looked like he was slowly committing himself. Only time would tell how far he wanted to go.
While I was at it, I slipped off my shoes and stuck them, also, in my closet.
This was actually nothing special; I am often barefoot when I'm in the house. I went to the desk and got out the bag of dope, a pipe, and matches. I filled the pipe, then handed it and the matches to Kevin. "Why don't you start?" I asked him.
Kevin stuck the pipe in mouth, lit a match and held it to the bowl. He inhaled deeply, then started coughing violently. "That's STRONG," he said, between coughs. I motioned for him to take another hit. After he'd stopped coughing he did. This time he only took a small hit, then held his breath.
Kevin handed me the pipe and matches. I took a hit, held it, and handed the pipe back to him. By the second hit I was stoned—the dope was THAT good. And it was SWEET dope. You know, sometimes dope is good and strong, but harsh. This dope was almost as sweet as hash. Like 10-year old single-malt scotch as opposed to 12-year old.
We went through the bowl, just standing there and puffing away. Kevin, I guessed, was trying to figure out what he wanted to do. Or else he KNEW what he wanted to do but didn't know how to go about it. I KNEW what I wanted to do, and knew how to do it, but wanted him to make the first move.
I had an idea which would take care of three birds at once. I turned on my stereo, then said to Kevin, "Why don't you pick out a tape? That was the first bird, music to relax him. Then I said, "I'll be back in a minute. I have to go use the restroom." That was the second bird.
I went out, closing the door behind me. When I came back from doing my business, I once again closed and locked the door behind me. I'd taken the opportunity to untuck my shirt. As I passed my closet, I surreptitiously pulled off my socks (I've never found a sexy way to do that DURING the undressing stage). Kevin was still looking through my rather large collection of tapes. It seemed natural to come up close behind him, close enough for him to know I was there, to look over his shoulder to see which tape he was selecting. That was the third part of my plan.
Kevin pulled out a tape, one of my favorites. He backed up just a little, to reach over and stick the tape in. Now he definitely knew how close I was. He took the hint.
Kevin turned around to face me. Then he put his arms around me. He looked into my eyes, then bent forward and kissed me. Then he kissed me again. This time his tongue probed my lips, searching for entry. I opened my mouth.
Kevin held his lips against mine, his tongue deep in my mouth, then mine in his. Finally we broke apart, gasping as we tried to catch our breaths.
By then my arms were also around Kevin's back. I curled my fingers so just the tips were against his back, then started running my fingers up and down. Kevin pulled me closer and kissed me again. I could feel his hardness, as he could probably feel mine.
Kevin's hands were exploring my back, then rubbing my ass. He found the bottom edge of my shirt, then found his way under them. For a virgin, he was doing all the right things. Of course I was making it easy for him. Kevin's hands reached the skin of my back and started exploring. We were kissing all the meanwhile.
I reached for the back of Kevin's shirt, which was well tucked in. He was wearing a turtleneck, not the easiest shirt to get off of someone, but it sure did justice to his muscular chest. I started pulling up, just above his ass. Finally I felt bare skin beneath my hands. I kept my fingers underneath and started working them around either side, untucking as I went, until at last my hands met in front. It seemed perfect natural to run my fingers up under his shirt in front, feeling the smooth skin of his chest.
Kevin's shirt was tight enough that it started riding up on the sides and back, and I forced my hands higher, reaching for his tits. Actually, I was reaching for his SHOULDERS, knowing that it would start to get tight, and that the easiest way to relieve the tightness would be to raise his arms and take off his shirt. I proceeded to do just that.
I held Kevin by the shoulders, looking at just what I had caught. Kevin's chest was large, the result of years of wrestling. This guy's muscles had been used for something besides pushing around hunks of lead. His tits were perky, as usual. Tonight, however, I could do something about it. I didn't want to seem TOO forward, so the first thing I did, when I let go of his shoulders, was to start playing with the hair between his tits, then running my fingers down the trail leading to his waist. I also traced the edges of his ribs (well, actually the hard muscles which outlined every rib).
"Hey, no fair," Kevin started to protest. "If I have to take off my shirt, so do you." He reached for the bottom and pulled upward. When my arms were over my head and my shirt was covering my face, Kevin stopped. Then he leaned forward. I felt a tentative mouth on one of my tits. This boy was a fast learner!
"Suck on it," I prompted. Kevin did. "You can play with the other one," I suggested. He reached for it and started rubbing it. "Harder," I said/ Kevin started rubbing it harder. Then he tweaked it between his fingers. Then he started running his index finger over the tip, just barely touching it. In the meantime his moth continued sucking on my other tit.
I couldn't stand it, so I managed to work my shirt over my head and arms, and off. Now I could watch Kevin as he greedily sucked on my tit. I could also hold him and rub his back. And his front.
When Kevin came up for air, I took the opportunity and started attacking HIS tits. Boy were they sensitive, as I suspected they'd be. I hardly touched one when Kevin was squirming and gasping. He may have been as sensitive there as Kurt was, but at least he wasn't as loud.
With my body bent forward so my mouth could reach Kevin's tit, there was a bit of space between our crotches. Kevin took advantage of it. He reached forward and, in between his moaning with pleasure as I worked on his tits, felt for my belt. He managed to undo it, then undid the top button of my pants. He seemed surer of himself, virgin that he was. He seemed COMMITTED.
Kevin undid my zipper, then folded back the flaps of my pants. He took hold of my pants at either side and slid them partway down my legs, as far as he could reach without his tit losing its place in my mouth. I wiggled my hips and my pants slid the rest of the way down. I lifted one leg behind me and reached down to pull off one pants leg. I then got the other one off. Now I stood there in just my skimpy briefs, complete with wet spot at the end of my hard-on, whose outline was clearly visible.
Kevin took me by the shoulders and forced my head back so he could look at me. He licked his lips and grinned. I said, "My turn," and quickly undid HIS belt and pants. Kevin, too, was wearing skimpy briefs. And they were tight. As they say, I could tell what religion he was (Christian of some kind; I'd seen him in class once wearing a cross on a gold chain around his neck). I could also see just the tip of a hard-on pushing the waistband of his briefs away from his belly. It appeared to be leaking, like mine.
I moved forward and wiggled my hips back and forth so our hard-ons rubbed against each other. Kevin giggled. Then he slowly sank to his knees. He reached up and took hold of the elastic around my hips. He pulled down slowly, trying to draw out the show. Kevin looked puzzled as more and more of my crotch showed but no pubic hair appeared.
Suddenly my cock became untangled from the underwear and sprung out, almost catching Kevin is the nose. Kevin stopped then, with my balls still covered by the cloth of my briefs. He took hold of my cock, examining it. The he pulled it downward with one hand, and held it there. With the other he rubbed my smooth crotch.
"I like to shave crotches," I admitted. "Mine or someone else's. I love the feel when my tongue runs along a smooth crotch. Or someone else's tongue runs along mine."
Kevin took the hint. His first taste of another man was my bare crotch. He ran his tongue upward, then into and around my belly button. I squirmed, "That tickles." Kevin moved his tongue downward, downward. At last he took the plunge.
Kevin opened his mouth wide, engulfed as much of my cock as he could, tried sucking some more, and gagged. He spit out my cock, and knelt there, coughing and trying to catch his breath.
"Take it easy to start with," I suggested. "It takes practice to deep throat someone."
Kevin took just the tip of my cock into his mouth. "Besides" I added, "There's more flavor at this end." Kevin grinned as best he could with his mouth full of my cock. I felt his tongue exploring the head, tasting my pre-cum, feeling the textures of my head, the glans, the soft skin covered by my short foreskin. His ministrations had me leaking like an old faucet.
Kevin started taking more of my cock in his mouth, then pulling his head back, then sucking me back in. Then he realized he hadn't seen the rest of me. With just the tip of my cock in his mouth he reached forward and pulled my briefs off my balls, down my legs and off. Then he sat back to look, fondle, and explore my balls.
"I like smooth balls, also. I'd be happy to shave yours. I assume you don't?" I inquired.
"No," said Kevin. "Don't the other guys think it's strange that you shave your crotch and balls?"
"And ass," I admitted. "First, I don't care what they think. Second, they all know I'm gay. I supposed half of them think it's some kind of gay sex thing. And third, I've convinces some of them that sex with a shaved crotch feels great. I've probably shaved half of them, even the straight ones. And most of them have been repeat customers. Of course I'm not sure if it's the shave they like, or the `extra service' I give them. But then they have to pay for the extra service."
"How do they pay?" Kevin asked.
"I told you I liked when someone licked my smooth cock and balls," I replied.
"How do you think I know?"
Kevin looked up at me. "Give it a try," I said. "You can tell me if YOU like sucking on smooth balls as much as I like having them sucked on. And someday I'd be happy to shave yours and show you how good it feels." A few weeks later I did shave them and showed him how good it felt. And he decided HE didn't care what the rest of his brothers thought, either.
Kevin leaned forward and took one of my balls in his mouth. He ran his tongue over and around it. I felt a drop of cum leak onto his nose. Kevin reached up, rubbed it off, then licked his finger. Kevin tried to get my other ball into his mouth, but as I have large balls, he couldn't fit them both in. So he contented himself with working on first one then the other. I enjoyed it, anyway.
After a couple of minutes of Kevin's ministrations, I decided I was getting close. I reached down and took Kevin under the shoulders and lifted him to his feet. We immediately embraced again, our hard cocks rubbing back and forth as we kissed.
I broke apart and knelt in front of Kevin. I took his cock with my hand and fed it into my mouth. I had scarcely been sucking on it for a half minute before I felt his balls tighten, a sure sign he was imminently going to climax. Sure enough, I heard Kevin cry, "Oh!" and felt his warm, sticky sperm sliding down my throat.
I held Kevin by the thighs tight against my face as again and again he spasmed. I sucked for all I was worth until I heard him gasping and felt him pushing my head off his cock. I guess he was the sensitive type after he came.
I looked up and saw that Kevin was almost crying. He was so apologetic as he sputtered, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cum in your mouth. I didn't want to cum so soon. It felt so good that I couldn't help it." Then he repeated, "I didn't want to cum so soon."
I stood up and held Kevin in my arms as I tried to comfort him. "I LIKE the taste of cum, so you don't have to apologize for that," I said. "And as for cumming so soon, you didn't." Kevin looked at me. "You waited twenty years!" I pointed out.
Kevin hugged me closer and held me like that as he sighed and tried to sort out his emotions. Finally he broke apart. "It's MY turn to find out whether I like the taste of cum," Kevin declared. He sank to his knees and eagerly guided my cock into his mouth.
Kevin was so vigorous as he pushed against me that I almost lost my balance. "Hold on," I said, as I started walking backward. Kevin crawled with me, my cock staying firmly lodged in his mouth. I felt the edge of my bed against the back of my legs, and spread my legs and carefully sat down. Then I slowly laid back, resting my upper body on my bent elbows so I could watch Kevin at work.
Kevin bobbed his head up and down on my cock. Pretty unimaginative. So I suggested, "You could lick it like a lollipop." He tried that. "You could start UNDER my balls and go the full length." So he tried that. "Now take my cock in your hand and lick the tip." A minute later I suggested, "Now run your tongue around the glans. That's sensitive skin there and feels good when you do that."
Pretty soon Kevin was varying his techniques and even trying some things on his own. "I really like my balls played with," I told him. "You can suck on them, or just run your tongue all over them." Kevin stuck one of my balls in his mouth and ran his tongue over it. I moaned appreciatively. It DID feel good.
Kevin was having a hard time figuring out what to do with his hands. He held my cock with one hand and played with my balls with the other. But when he was sucking on my balls he had one hand left over. He started running it below my balls, closer and closer to my ass hole. "There's lube under the bed," I suggested. "You can put it on your finger and play with my ass."
Kevin thought about that, then demurred. "Maybe next time," he said, and quickly moved his hand to the back of my leg, where he ran it up and down. By the way, it wasn't NEXT time that he did finally play with my ass or go all the way, but the time after. Lots of demons Kevin had to deal with. But finally he did. I kept in touch with Kevin for a couple of years after college. On our last meeting he introduced me to his boyfriend of some three months, a fine-looking and witty guy. Anyway, I hope Kevin is happy, wherever he is.
Kevin went back to attacking my cock and balls with more vigor than ever. I felt myself getting close. "Keep it up and you'll soon get your wish," I gasped at him. Kevin looked up from where he was kneeling. "You said you wanted to find out whether you liked the taste of cum. Keep up what you're doing and you will."
Kevin kept sucking and licking and playing with my balls. I could tell he felt them tighten up in his hands. He took a deep breath and almost inhaled my cock, just as it started spewing forth. I gasped and groaned as Kevin swallowed gamely, trying to keep up. I tighten my muscles to slow down the flow. Kevin sucked all the harder, so I guess he thought he could keep up.
Finally I was done. Kevin kept milking my cock for that last drop. He took my cock out of his mouth and looked at it. Then he bent forward and stuck out his tongue to catch a wayward drop. Sated at last, and satisfied that I would not be producing any more nectar for a while, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at me. "I could get used to that," he said.
"Find yourself a boyfriend and you can have some every day!" I said. I bent forward, taking Kevin under the arms. As I stood up, I pulled him to his feet as well. We stood there, holding each other. When we broke apart I asked, "Do you want something to drink? I have a nice cognac."
Kevin said that sounded good, so I went to my closet and got out a bottle of cognac and two crystal glasses. I poured some cognac into a glass and handed it to Kevin, then poured some for myself. I sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to me. Kevin sat down next to me, sipping his cognac and looking pensive.
I bent over and started nibbling on his ear. Then I dipped my finger into the cognac and rubbed my finger around one of Kevin's tits. I then bent over and started licking and tickling it. When Kevin didn't protest, a put one arm around his shoulders and pushed him back so his chest was tilted at a slight angle. I then took my glass and slowly poured a fine stream of cognac down his gorgeous chest, letting it pool in his navel. I then pushed Kevin flat onto his back and ran my tongue down between his pecs, licking up the cognac as I went.
Kevin giggled when I started lapping the cognac from his navel, and half-heartedly tried to push me away. I noticed he was getting hard, however. I wetted a finger in the cognac and rubbed it around the tip of Kevin's cock. Then I bent forward and started licking the tip, savoring the flavor of the fine cognac and the even-finer cock it was on.
I bent forward and took Kevin's cock firmly in my mouth and started making love to it. I got off the bed and knelt before him so I had a better angle of attack. I licked and sucked on Kevin's cock for awhile before switching my attention to his balls. After playing with and sucking on them for a bit I returned my attention once again to Kevin's cock. This time he was not so quick to come.
I reached down below Kevin's balls and started playing with the skin between his legs, running a finger back and forth. When Kevin didn't tell me to stop I move my finger back further, running it up and down his ass crack. All the while I was sucking on his cock and playing with his balls. All the while Kevin was breathing hard and appearing to be enjoying himself.
I reached beneath my bed and felt for a jar of lube. I managed to get some onto a couple of fingers, then returned that hand back to Kevin's crack. I pushed, and my finger went in with no effort. I guess Kevin was ready for it. I started exploring the inside of Kevin's ass. He squirmed a little, trying to get used to this foreign object. I pushed my finger in a little more, and was rewarded by Kevin gasping and wiggling his hips a little. I was further rewarded by the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. So I knew I had found the spot.
I spent the next few minutes sucking on Kevin's cock, playing with his balls (and occasionally licking or sucking on them) and massaging his prostate, as they say. Pretty soon I could feel that Kevin was getting ready to pop. Kevin surprised me by pushing my head off his cock and saying, "Stop." I stopped playing with his balls and stilled the finger up his ass. I looked up at Kevin.
"I want you to fuck me," he said, just like the virgin in a porn story.
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"Yes," Kevin replied. "I want you to fuck me and I want us to come at the same time, just like in the porn stories."
"Okay," I said, getting to my feet. My cock was rock hard from the fun I'd been having with Kevin's privates, so it was pretty easy for me to lube up the tip of my cock and slip a rubber on. Kevin watched with rapt attention. The way he was watching, I'm not sure he'd ever put a rubber on himself, let alone seen another guy do it.
I got a pillow and put in near the foot of the bed. "Put your hips on the pillow, then lie back." Kevin did. I lay next to him and picked up his feet and pressed them back towards his head. Then I reached between his legs and stuck a lubed finger up his ass. I slid it back and forth a couple of times, then inserted a second finger.
The third finger made his exclaim in pain. "That's not even close to the size of my prick," I told him. "Are you STILL sure you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," Kevin said. "Somehow I'll stretch.
"Okay," I said, "I'm ready and you're about as ready as you're going to be. I want you to relax. And tell me if it hurts too much. I'll go slowly, and let you adjust. But I don't want to hurt you." All the while I was positioning myself between Kevin's legs, pushing his ankles up further and spreading his legs. I continued, "So don't feel like this is something you HAVE to do. With your smile and body and this butt [with that I gave it a playful smack], you'll have plenty of guys who will PAY to fuck you!"
Kevin looked up at me, grinning weakly. "I'm ready," he said. "I THINK I am," I heard him mutter under his breath/
I positioned my cock at the appropriate place [write me if you don't know where that is]. I spread Kevin's cheeks with one hand and guided my cock forward with the other. I pushed, and nothing happened. "Relax," I reminded Kevin. "And pretend you're trying to take a shit. That will loosen the muscles and open you up." I felt Kevin wiggle beneath me, then slowly felt my cock pushing into Kevin's ass.
I pushed a little bit harder, and soon had maybe an inch of my cock up Kevin's but. "That's a start," I thought to myself, but then I saw Kevin gritting his teeth. When he saw me looking at him he opened his mouth to whisper, "Jesus, it hurts. Are you SURE this is supposed to be enjoyable? How do other guys stand it? Are they ALL masochists?"
I replied, "I'll hold on and let you adjust. Tell me when you're ready."
After a couple of minutes I could feel the tightness around my cock lessen as Kevin's muscles got used to my intrusion. "Go for it," Kevin said.
I watched Kevin's face as I carefully pushed my cock into his ass a little bit more. Kevin winced, but did not tell me to stop, so I kept pushing. When I had maybe half my cock inserted he finally said, "Okay, hold it there a moment." I waited, then resumed pushing when Kevin nodded.
From there on it was all downhill, so to speak. I kept pushing, and pretty soon my smooth abdomen was flat against Kevin's ass. I stopped there and leaned forward. Kevin closed his eyes when he felt my lips meeting his. I started nibbling on his lip, then licked the tip of his nose. THAT got a reaction, "Hey, quit slobbering on me!" he cried. Then he bent his head forward and nipped at my nose. "Two can play at that game," he said, grinning.
I reached between us and tickled one of his tits. I moved my weight around and reached my hand down further. Whether Kevin's ASS liked or disliked my penetration, Kevin's COCK was sure giving every indication that it was enjoying itself. I felt a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed the drop all over Kevin's cock head, then raised my hips slightly, pulling my cock maybe two inches out of his ass. "Ready?" I asked. Kevin nodded.
With that I began a slow, easy fuck. I started out with short strokes, pulling out two or three inches before slowly pressing my cock back in to the hilt. Then out three inches, and back in. All the meanwhile I kept one hand between us, either playing with Kevin's cock or one of his tits.
Suddenly I felt Kevin's hips writhe, almost coming off the bed. "Oh my!" he exclaimed (I kid you not). I guess I'd found his sweet spot. I pulled out, aimed for the same spot, and pushed my cock back in. Evidently my aim was true; once again Kevin writhed. This time he merely groaned with pleasure.
Pretty soon I could feel Kevin pressing his hips upward to meet my thrusts, writhing a little and gasping or groaning each time I hit his prostate. So I lengthened my stroke, pulling out four or five inches before pressing downward. Kevin pushed his hips upward in time to my thrusts, moaning and groaning all the while. We had a nice, easy rhythm going. Kevin reached an arm up and around my neck and pulled me closer. This time HE attacked my lips, his tongue licking, then thrusting into my mouth in time to our thrusts below.
I quickened the pace and Kevin moved his hips to my beat. I felt for Kevin's cock, and this time found a sticky trail of pre-cum between our bellies. I felt myself getting close so I asked him, "How are you doing?"
"I'm getting close," Kevin gasped. "Real close." I thrust yet harder. This time I felt incredible pressure on my ass-encircled cock as Kevin gasped, "I'm coming." Actually it was more like, "I'm comingggggggg" as Kevin spurted and spurted again and writhed and groaned and pushed his ass hard against my belly.
Kevin's excitement and pleasure and writhing, to say nothing of the tightness around my cock as I continued fucking him, was enough to set ME off. I kept stroking as I felt my sperm erupt, only to be trapped in the rubber encasing my cock. Kevin put both hands around my shoulders and gasped, "Stop, stop, stop" in time to my thrusts and his spurts. "Stop! I can't stand it," he wailed. "It's too good!"
So I slacked my pace, then stopped, keeping my cock buried in his ass, my stomach flat against his, my lips pressed against his. We paused like that for oh, twenty seconds, before breaking apart. "Is it always like that?" Kevin asked.
"Only sometimes. And if the other guy knows what he's doing. And if you're in the right mood," I replied. "Then it can be wonderful. And if you really love the guy, then it can be heaven."
"That felt like heaven," Kevin replied. "I think I'm in love."
"No," I said. "You're not in love. You're just in lust. Or maybe in heat. Or maybe it's twenty years of pent-up feelings and emotions and you finally know what you're missing. This was just, well, great fun." I looked down at him. "We'll have to do it again some time." I added, "Like maybe tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?" Kevin said, looking up at me.
"Yes, tomorrow morning," I said. "I certainly couldn't let you go home in that condition."
"What condition?" Kevin asked.
"Well, for one thing, you're naked." I replied. "I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Kevin grinned at me. "And for another, you still have a hard-on." I felt between us to verify that. I was right. "And finally, I want you to feel what it's like to snuggle, go to sleep, and wake up with, another guy."
"Okay," Kevin said, trying to sound reluctant. "I guess you've convinced me." Then he added, "But just this once. Well, just this once this weekend!" Considering it was past midnight Sunday morning, that would be true.
I reached between us and took hold of the base of the rubber and slowly started withdrawing my cock from Kevin's ass. Thus began the post-sex cleanup activities which I won't bore you with. Once we had wiped ourselves off I said, "I need to brush my teeth. How about you?"
Kevin looked at me. "But what if someone sees me?" he asked
"Like I said before. They'll either be envious, if they're gay, or won't care, if they're straight. Tell you what," I said, reaching for my robe. "How about if I go first, then come back here and let you use the robe?"
That worked out fine. I had spare toothbrushes. Kevin said he hadn't run into anyone in the bathroom. I locked the door when he came back, then turned down the covers and motioned him to get into bed.
I turned out the lights, then crawled into bed next to Kevin. It was a tight fit, but that only meant I had to snuggle close to him so I wouldn't fall out. Kevin was on his side facing me. I pressed my lips against his and murmured, "Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite. And if they do, keep them on YOUR side of the bed."
Kevin licked my nose. "That's for having bedbugs. In MY fraternity we don't have any." Then he whispered, "Good night. And thanks for a wonderful evening."
Kevin turned his back on me. I snuggled closer, then slid and arm under his neck and hugged his chest. We fell asleep like that, spooned together.
The next morning I woke up to feel a mouth working on my cock. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked down. Kevin felt me stirring and called back, "You had a morning hard-on. I didn't want to let it go to waste."
I reached in amongst Kevin's scrunched-up body. "You have one too," I said, "It's only fair of you to be a good guest by letting ME work on YOU."
Kevin wriggled around until his cock was close to my mouth. Like our fucking the night before, we soon had a rhythm going as we 69'd. We came within second of one another. "What a great way to start the morning!" I thought to myself.
After we'd basked in the afterglow for a couple of minutes, I started getting up. "I'm hungry," I declared.
"Didn't you just eat?" Kevin inquired sweetly.
"Yes," I said. "But now I want real food. And I need a shower, I feel all hot and sticky. Care to join me?"
I guess Kevin had decided, "Who cares who sees me? I am who I am," because he got out of bed and said, "I'm hot and sticky, too. I could use a shower.
So we left my room, naked but for the towels around our waists. There was no one in the showers that early on a Sunday morning, so we spent the time frolicking, soaping each other up (that got us hard, and we played with each other's cocks, but not to the point of cumming.) And, while Kevin was soaping my back, a finger just somehow found its way into my ass. That, too, was merely foreplay, or maybe post-play; Kevin didn't fuck me, or even finger fuck me, he just kind of explored.
When we were done soaping each other up, we rinsed off, then started toweling ourselves dry. Both of us had just wrapped our towels around us and were heading towards the shower entrance when the door opened. In came Jeff with a towel slung over his shoulder.
Jeff gave Kevin the once over, then winked at me. "I must say, your taste is improving," Jeff said to me. Then he turned to Kevin and said, "Hi, I'm Jeff. If you ever get tired of Ian, and want a REAL man, give me a call!"
Kevin gave Jeff the once over and said, sweetly, "Sorry, but I go for quality, not quantity!" Then he put his arm around me and we headed towards the door of the restroom. "Ta ta!" Kevin said, with a wave over his shoulder, as we went out the door.
When we got back to my room, Kevin looked at me and said, "Now what?"
I took the towel from around his waist, then knelt and started fondling him and playfully licking his cock. "We could go back to what we were doing before we took our showers."
Kevin took me under the arms and pulled me to my feet. "I have homework to do. How about if I BUY you breakfast and we save that for next time?"
I faked a frown and whined, "All right. If you insist."
With that we started getting dressed. Just after Kevin got on his underwear I said, "Hold it." He looked up at me and I snapped a picture of him. "I hope you don't mind," I said.
"Do you take pictures of ALL your dates?" Kevin asked.
"Just the cute ones," I said, grinning. "Of course, that's all of them. Or at least the ones who make it back here." I snapped another picture as Kevin was pulling up his pants. Then I posed him with his pants closed and belt buckled, but his gorgeous chest still bare. Then I put down the camera and went over and put my arms around him. God I love rubbing chests with gorgeous guys!
Kevin reached down between us and said, "Uh oh. It feels like SOMEONE is going to have trouble getting dressed. Do you need help, little boy?" Then he squeezed and played with my cock a bit more and said, "Well, maybe NOT such a little boy." With that he gave me a peck on the lips and we broke apart.
We both got dressed, talking about this and that and where to have breakfast.
Just before we left my room, Kevin put his arms around me. "Thanks," he said. "For showing me how much fun it could be. And for showing me that it's all right." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. When we finally came up for air, Kevin said, "I don't think I'm quite ready to kiss you in public, so that will have to do until the next time we see each other in private. Now, I'm hungry. Let's go eat." Kevin opened the door to my room, and we headed out to breakfast.