Re: Best Buddies Play Hard Redux (with a new endin
BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
PART 9
In another place, in another time, I might have thought that Kevin's complete lack of participation might have been a silent critique to my kissing abilities - or lack thereof. Under different circumstances, I might have been offended by it. To be perfectly frank, I'd had more passionate kisses from my own father. But I knew that Kevin was merely making a desperate, last-ditch effort to keep his promise to himself just as I was doing my best to keep my own promise. It all came down to a battle of wills and the person who held out longer, the one who didn't give up and give in, would be the winner. If Kevin won, we would both lose. If I won, we would
both win.
I was determined to win. Kevin had left me alone a long time ago and he had returned for only a very short time before leaving me alone again. I had no intention of allowing him to walk out of my life for a third time. . . at least not without a fight.
My heart was still pounding in my chest. I could feel it, and I'm certain Kevin could feel it, too, since I was still holding his hand there. His palm pressed against me, separated from my left pectoral only by the almost insignificant thickness of my cotton T-shirt. I could feel the nipple rubbing ever-so-slightly against his palm with every breath I took. I liked it and clutched his hand even tighter to me. I may have, in the excitement of the moment, twitched his hand so that it rubbed over the growing nub beneath it, but I will never admit to doing it intentionally. Still, it made me suck even more air into my lungs as if to push my chest even harder against his hand.
Throughout, my lips and tongue worked frantically at Kevin's lips, trying to erode his reservations and to wear down his resistances, but his lips remained tightly closed and impenetrable. He made no move to pull away from me, but he made no move to join in the fun, either. I decided to up the ante.
I released the hand which I was holding against my chest and let it fall where it would. It ended up on my left thigh and remained there. His touch was warm and comforting, even through the denim of my jeans. I rather wished I had worn shorts instead of jeans so I could feel his hand on the bare skin of my leg.
I turned my upper torso slightly toward him and brought my left hand up and behind him until I held the back of his head in my palm. His hair felt cool, soft, and silky against my skin. My other hand moved, as if on its own accord, and came to rest on Kevin's thigh. It tensed and tightened beneath my touch and I was surprised at the heat and strength and power I could feel. It felt so strange. I wasn't accustomed to feeling such masculinity. Sure, I'd touched Kevin and a lot of other guys millions of times before, but not like this. Not sexually. It sent warm, fuzzy feelings through me that tickled me from the inside out and I found it oddly exciting and curiously stimulating.
My fingers splayed themselves over the solid, cotton-encased muscle beneath my palm and I squeezed gently. I felt Kevin's whimper more than heard it and he tried to pull his leg away from my grasp, but I gripped it even more firmly, making sure he understood that I didn't want his leg to go anywhere. My hand behind his head did the same thing when he tried to pull his lips away from mine. Kevin strained against me, giving me a half-hearted display of his own determination, before resigning himself to the fact that I wasn't about to let him escape my grasp. Still, it took several more infinitely-long seconds before Kevin relented and, with a heavy and breathy sigh escaping his nostrils and blowing over my cheek, resigned himself to the moment.
I relaxed my grip on Kevin's thigh and, as I did some of my best work in trying to get him involved in the kiss, my thumb began a simple, gentle, and slow circular massage of his leg. Bit by bit, stroke by stroke, I could feel Kevin's resistance wavering and, ultimately, beginning to falter. I renewed my oral efforts, forcing my tongue against Kevin's lips and trying to push my way inside. I found myself anxious to taste the inside of his mouth. Kevin fought the good fight, but he was ill-prepared to battle my relentless determination.
It happened almost before I knew it and, ironically, I was the inadvertent cause. One moment we were fighting each other on all fronts. The next moment, Kevin surrendered himself to me completely. And it was all a result of an innocent, unintentional touch on my part. All I was doing was moving my right hand from Kevin's thigh to his waist but, in the short journey there, my baby finger encountered a rather sizable bulge in his jeans and swiftly skipped across its expanse. I had the brief sensation of feeling something solid beneath the material and, despite the fact that it was barely a passing glance, I could feel the flesh contained inside jump against the slight pressure of my finger. It was the most exhilarating accident I had ever encountered.
It also had the effect of causing Kevin to exhale another huge sigh through his nostrils and over my face. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and moaned into my own mouth. My tongue suddenly pushed past Kevin's lips and over his teeth and into his mouth where it encountered Kevin's own advancing tongue. They collided and began an anxious but playful jousting match with each other. A long, resonant moan of resolution rumbled from deep within Kevin's throat, richochetting off the roof of his mouth and into my own. His arms wrapped themselves around me and his fingers dug into my skin. All walls were down. No holds barred. Kevin's body was mine to do with what I would.
I freely admit that my experience with kissing a man romantically up to that moment was seriously deficient. Virtually non-existent, you might say. In fact, Kevin is the only male with whom I have ever shared a romantic kiss. I was surprised to discover how entirely different it was than when I was kissing my wife. Sure, it was basically the same as kissing Sharon, at least in technique, but it was on a scale many dozens of times greater. It was an assault on my senses and everything was undeniably masculine.
There were new sensations on my skin where my face touched his, especially when my stubble scraped against his own. Not only was the face I pressed against more rugged and manly, but it also created a sandpapery feel and a sound as our shaved whiskers tangled with each other. There was a solidity in Kevin's body, a hardness which led me to believe that he would be able to handle any amount of punishment I could deal out to him. Not that I would, mind you, but I got the feeling that I wouldn't have to hold myself back. There would be no need for me to be particularly gentle. I felt as though I could finally uncage my animalistic passions and let them run free for a change without worrying that I might hurt him. Sharon seemed fragile and I felt she required the same gentle care as my son. Kevin did not. Not only did I feel that he could handle the rough stuff, I felt that he would welcome it. More importantly, though, I felt that I would welcome it as well.
There were new smells and tastes that I have rarely paid much attention to before. The enticing scent of a musky aftershave instead of sweet-smelling perfume. Manly-smelling hair and skin instead of skin and hair scented by floral shampoos and soaps. Lingering hints of rugged, masculine deodourant blending with the heady, musky, intoxicating smell of sweat instead of the dainty, light-smelling deodourants my wife always used. There was what I can only describe as a locker room smell about Kevin. A ‘man' smell. It wasn't a new smell to me, but it was the first time that it triggered something in a part of my brain that hadn't been triggered before. The smell, much to my surprise and delight, caused my jeans to become suddenly much tighter in the crotch. And, from his lips to his teeth and his tongue and the inside of his mouth, Kevin tasted different, too. I hate to keep repeating myself, but he even tasted like I figured a man should taste. His abundant saliva had a delightful, smoky flavour mixed with minty toothpaste and what tasted like beer. Combined with my own saliva, it was enormously satisfying. My greedy tongue swept the interior of his mouth for as much of his spit as I could get and I savoured it as I would savour a fine, freshly-drawn brew, and it was equally refreshing.
I must also mention the sounds. Deep, manly sounds. And the strength. Not of the sounds, but of the body. Kevin's body. I think that impressed me most of all. There was a power and hardness to match my own. There was something about having my arms around a body that I knew could pick me up and carry me. Hell, even the strength of his breathing and the roughness and power of his lips and tongue excited me. Much more powerful than what I was used to. I could feel my lungs inflating with every breath which Kevin exhaled into me, especially since our lips were now almost hermetically sealed.
I had been prepared for something of a repeat of our last encounter together except that I thought that I might be a more willing and eager participant. I wasn't prepared for the magnetic attraction I felt to Kevin at that moment. Something had changed and I welcomed these new sensations. I had arrived at the pond that evening knowing that, if all went as planned, Kevin and I would have sex. Now, I knew that we would be making love instead.
I had a lot of time to think about all these things while I was trying to get Kevin to kiss me, and now that we
were kissing, I put all these things together in my mind and came to the conclusion that I now wanted to do this more for myself than for Kevin. Making love with Kevin now seemed to be the right thing to do, the most mind-blowing thing I could do. I think, for the first time, I began to understand why Kevin was gay. Making love with another man was certainly beginning to have its appeal, and making love with my best friend now had even more appeal to me than it had ever had before.
I pulled Kevin's lips even tighter to mine and my fingers dug into his waist as I rocked myself first onto my left hip and then onto my knees beside him, guiding him backwards and down until he was lying flat on his back beneath me. My right leg lifted and moved, settling between Kevin's legs and forcing them apart. A moment later, my knee came to rest on the blanket, nudging lightly against Kevin's bulging, denim-clad crotch. Kevin's thighs clamped themselves around my knee, holding it firmly in place there.
Once the barriers had fallen and Kevin became engrossed in the kiss, it was like everything we had been feeling for each other came out all at once. I didn't even have to breath. Kevin blew air into my lungs and sucked it back out again and I swear to this day that his extra-strength suctioning actually loosened a filling or two.
I wasn't really aware of the effect Kevin was having on me until I suddenly realised that my cock was about to either rip its way through my underwear and jeans or break in half in its attempt to do that. I quickly reached for the waistband of my jeans, shoved my hand inside, and shifted my cock so it pointed at my hip. With the danger of the need of a cock splint eliminated, I pulled my hand back out of my pants. It bumped into Kevin's hand as it was heading for the waistband of his own jeans. Apparently he was in danger of needing a cock splint as well.
As Kevin busied himself beneath his zipper, I planted my hand palm-down on his chest where it pawed at the burly pectoral mounds there and I turned my attention to counting Kevin's teeth with the tip of my tongue one more time.
A lot of things happened very quickly after that and I'm not exactly certain what they were, nor when nor how. I remember Kevin's hands moving. One arm wrapped itself around my back and pulled me right on top of him and his other hand grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face against his. After that, it's a bit of a blur until I found myself pushing myself to my knees between Kevin's legs (somehow, my other leg had found its way between them) and planting my hands at Kevin's waist. My fingers slipped beneath his T-shirt and my thumbs hooked the hem. Then, with a shove of both hands, I shoved the T-shirt up to Kevin's shoulders and his bare chest suddenly lay bare before me. I remember that part because I can remember looking down at him and saying, "Holy, shit, Kevin! You're sexy as fuck!"
And he was. As I looked down at him, with the light from the campfire dancing on his bare skin, I could feel my cock jumping in my jeans and a healthy dose of lube gushing out of the tip and soaking into my underwear. I know I grabbed it and rubbed it through my jeans, but I was too busy staring at Kevin's chest to notice if he was watching me do it.
I can't explain the transformation in my mind nor the reactions of my body that night. I had come to the pond fully intending to do what was necessary to convince Kevin to stay home where he belonged. If that meant learning to enjoy sucking his cock, or at least pretending to enjoy it, I would do it. But, as I looked down at him and watched his chest heaving in pure sexual excitement, and with all the sights and sounds and smells of his body assaulting my senses, I realised that there had been only one other person who could turn me on as much as I was turned on at that moment, and that was my wife. She was my best friend, and so was Kevin. They were like the same person somehow and, between the two of them, they could make love to me in every way I wanted to be made love to. What one couldn't do, the other could. Between the two of them, every single sexual fantasy my mind had ever imagined could be fulfilled.
It was time to begin fulfilling them.
I abandoned my crotch and grabbed hold of Kevin's rib cage as I bent at the waist until my mouth was sucking and licking and biting at the pectoral muscle I had been pawing at only moments before.
"Oh, God, Marty," Kevin groaned into the darkness. His hands clamped onto my head and pulled me closer, but he didn't really hold me there. As my mouth moved over his skin, his hands moved with me. It was more like he was telling me he liked where my face was and what it was doing to him rather than making sure I didn't try to pull it away from him. I moved from one muscular mound to the other, from the perky, stiffened nub of one nipple to the other. Back and forth, pausing between them to lick at the hairs I found there. I settle myself on top of him, sprawling myself out between his legs. I could feel the full length of his cock throbbing against my belly. Kevin lifted his knees in the air, bending his legs and planting his fee flat on the blanket, and then his legs began to open and close, scissoring his thighs against my side and causing his crotch to move up and down and making his steel-hard cock to rub against my stomach. "Oh, God, Marty," he repeated as he mashed my nose into his twitching pec.
Kevin's body tasted wonderful and I wanted to taste more of it. My mouth moved to the other nipple then beyond where I nipped at his ribs with my lips and lapped at them with my tongue. Not far away from my head, I caught a faint whiff of Kevin's armpit as his moved his arms about. Again I could smell his sweat and the residual hints of his roll-on deodourant. It wasn't strong or overpowering. It was just there and my mouth seemed to be drawn to it automatically. Kevin released his arm and lifted it behind his head as my forehead nudged its way into his pit. I, however, encountered his T-shirt rolled into a bundle there and I didn't want it to be. I swiftly moved my hand there to push it out of the way.
Kevin let out a huge groan of pleasure and his body heaved up off the ground, lifting me with it, when my eager mouth began its attack on his hot, moist armpit. The scent was very much like my own, but my smell didn't turn me on the way Kevin's did. I burrowed my face into his pit and tasted him, surprised at the sensuality of his salty-tasting sweat. I licked until there wasn't a single drop of perspiration left on a single hair there. I licked until there was nothing left to taste except skin. I moved to the other side of him and lapped up as much of Kevin's taste as I could.
Kevin was hunching and thrashing beneath me, humping his crotch against my stomach and reminding me of why I had come to the pond in the first place. I slid down Kevin's body, dragging my own body over his bulging crotch and slathering my tongue and lips all the way down his chest and abdomen, pausing only momentarily to drill into his belly button, before continuing on down until my face passed over the waistband of his jeans and planted itself in his steamy crotch and my hands clamped themselves onto Kevin's hips.
There were all sorts of new smells there - hints of smells that I was quite familiar with. I made those smells, too. They weren't overpowering smells. They were faint. Sort of like the smells I look for when I sniff my underwear or T-shirts to see if they're still fresh enough to wear for another day. But my smells didn't make my cock jump in my pants and squeeze out a tiny stream of precum that soaked into my underwear the way Kevin's did. The aroma was intoxicating and sent my mind spinning.
And there was another scent which was somehow familiar but elusive at the same time and it took several moments of avid munching on the long tube of flesh wrapped in cotton denim and sniffing all around it before I recognised it as the remnants of the three orgasms which Kevin had enjoyed a short time earlier somewhere in the trees as he had watched me sitting near the bonfire. I suddenly sank into my brain that I was the object of Kevin's fantasies and I found it quite flattering to know that just thinking about my body had made him blow his nuts three times. And it made me wonder how many times he had whacked off over the past few years thinking about me, but I didn't wonder about it for very long. I had other more urgent things on my mind. Or, to be more precise, in my face, and I couldn't wait to get at them.
I rocked back on my knees and sat on my heels. My fingers moved to the button of his jeans and fumbled with it, trying to undo it. My hands were shanking badly and I failed dismally in my little task. I tried to cover it up with a laugh and a lame joke. "Holy shit," I exclaimed. "I feel like a schoolboy on my first date. I can't stop shaking!"
Kevin didn't laugh. Instead, he sucked in a huge, nervous breath and his chest and stomach ballooned. That made an already difficult job impossible as the button began to strain against the buttonhole. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Kev," I said. "Suck in your friggin' gut, will ya!? Your pants are tight enough as it is!"
Kevin obediently exhaled and sucked in his belly for me, allowing me to slip my fingers beneath his waistband and to pop the button through the buttonhole. I had less trouble pulling down his zipper, but I have to admit that it was a hell of a lot more fun, especially when it climbed over the totem pole locked inside.
My prize was finally within reach. My fingers moved to the waistband at his hips again, slipping beneath it and tugging downwards. "Lift your butt," I prompted, and he did. His jeans slid down and over his butt and down his thighs as far as space would allow. The only thing left between me and Kevin was his underwear. It was stretched tight over the long, bouncing tube of his cock as it aimed upwards and toward his left hip. There was a big wet spot at the tip of the head where his own precum had leaked out. Impulse took over before I could think about it and I grabbed his hips once more and bent over him and clamped my lips over his cockhead, sucking at it and tasting the juices captured there. It tasted a lot like mine, but it was different enough to make it taste even better somehow. I liked it. A lot.
I rocked back on my heels again and tugged on the elastic waistband of Kevin's briefs. Again, he obediently lifted his butt so I could slid them down to join his jeans. I was very careful to lift it over his rampaging cock. Having one of my own, I knew how much it hurt to catch it up in my underwear. When I finally had it unveiled, I sat there on my heels for a long moment just looking at it and it's two orb-shaped counterparts below it before my hand reached out for it and my still-trembling fingers wrapped around it. I'd touched it before but it was different this time. It was like I was touching it for the first time and I took a few moments to enjoy the shape and the heat and the feel of it against my skin. I think my fingers might have slid over the meat a little bit, but it wasn't to jerk him off or anything. It was just to relish in the feel of it.
It was a magnificent tower of flesh and so much of it extended beyond my hand. Even as I looked at it in the near darkness, I could see the head swelling and becoming glassy-smooth and I could feel the shaft grow wider within my grip. I judged its size using my fingers and thumb and there was a moment of envy when I realised that Kevin's cock was thicker than mine, but I guessed mine to be longer. If anything, his cock had grown since the last time we were together. The size didn't scare me, though. On the contrary. I was even more eager to suck it. I squeezed it and a huge droplet of precum appeared at the slit, gathering into a bubble and beginning to flow down the helmet-shaped head toward the protruding rim where the head met the shaft. I sat there and watched it go.
I must have sat there staring at it longer than I had thought and Kevin must have misinterpreted my immobility as hesitation and fear. "It's okay, Marty," he said in quiet understanding. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
I snapped back to the present and looked him. Even in the flickering light of the fire I could see the resignation in his eyes. He may have been thinking that I'd changed my mind, but he was so wrong. There wasn't anything in the world I wanted to do more than to give the best blowjob I could to my best friend.
I lifted his cock straight up and away from his belly until it was pointing at the stars. My ass off my heels and I bent over him, opened my mouth, and slid the whole cockhead between my lips. The sound that came out of Kevin's throat almost made me laugh and his body did sort of a dance at the waist as his hips tried to push his cock deeper into my mouth as fast as his brain fought to pull it back out so he didn't choke me to death. Fortunately, there was little danger of that. The angle of my body meant that his cockhead bumped the roof of my mouth instead of trying to poke its way into my throat.
The taste was amazing. There was the warm, fresh taste of his precum, a soupçon of soggy cotton and crotch sweat, a dash of leftover pee, and a generous pinch of lingering semen from his self-induced orgasms, all mixed with the incredible flavour of his skin. It was a banquet for the senses. I held my head still until Kevin regained control over his body and it settled on the blanket and did its best to remain still. I felt fingertips touching my cheek. They didn't do anything except touch me lightly, but his thumb rubbed against me the way I had rubbed his thigh with mine. I barely heard his whisper. "Oh, Marty," he said, and the way he said it made me feel really good.
When I felt it was safe and I was ready to continue, I started moving my head up and down on his cock, trying to duplicate everything I enjoyed having done to me when I was receiving a blowjob. The only difference was that I kept my hand wrapped around the base of his cock to stop my mouth from going too far down. I wasn't quite ready to feel his pubes against my lips just yet. My lips and tongue did everything to Kevin that I knew would make
me feel good and I hoped they did the same for Kevin. I moved my other hand between his legs and cupped his balls in my fingers and palm. Another sigh blew past Kevin's lips and his hips did that little dance again, but he stopped himself much quicker this time. Being a guy who likes playing with his nuts, I had a pretty good idea how hard I could play with Kevin's. I jostled them and teased them and bounced them around in their sack. When his prick started dancing in my mouth, I knew I was doing it right.
I suppose, if Kevin hadn't already came three times that night, he probably wouldn't have lasted as long as he did. I held out as long as I could, but he was still moaning and groaning and heaving his chest and rolling his hips and rubbing my face when my jaws started complaining about the size of the lollipop I was forcing them around. In an effort to speed things up, I started jerking my hand up and down his shaft, matching the strokes of my lips. As much as I wanted the blowjob to last longer, I was afraid my cramping jaws might start hurting Kevin instead of making him feel good so, when I couldn't handle it anymore and Kevin didn't appear to be any closer to blowing his nuts, I reluctantly released his cock from my mouth and sat back on my heels again, slowly stroking it instead.
Once again, Kevin misinterpreted my actions. "Thanks anyway, Marty," he said. "I understand. At least you tried, and that means a lot to me."
"I'm not done yet, buddy," I told him as I temporarily let go of him and climbed out from between his legs. I stretched out on the blanket beside him. "If your cock wasn't so friggin' huge, I'd still be chowin' down on it, but that cannon of yours is giving me lockjaw." I slid my left hand under his leg and latched onto his nuts again as my right hand grabbed hold of his cock and renewed its stroking. Without much experience under my belt, I did the only thing I could think of doing and started jerking Kevin off the way I liked to jerk myself off. Kevin's reaction told me I was doing okay.
He started moaning his pleasure again and, as I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed for the most part and his head rocked back and forth from side to side. His mouth was open slightly and he was breathing hard and fast, and the harder and faster I stroked his meat, the harder and faster he breathed. I was fascinated by his chest rising and falling and I took great pleasure in knowing that I was the one making it happen. It wasn't long before I felt Kevin's right hand fall to my back and start to massage as much of me as he could reach.
From time to time, when it was necessary, I worked up a large glob of spit in my mouth, leaned over him, and spit on his cockhead, using my lips to spread the saliva over it and making it slick and slippery and easier to jerk him off. I kept it up for a time until I noticed that Kevin's body had begun to writhe beneath my manipulations. Sensing success at an impending orgasm, I began stroking his cock a bit faster and bent over him again so I could clamp my lips over his right nipple. That caused Kevin's entire body to heave upwards into a rainbow arch, pushing his crotch into my fist. A sound of pure ecstasy filled the night air around us. "Oh, God, Marty!" he whimpered.
His hips settled back onto the blanket as he grabbed a handful of my T-shirt and held on. I heard a whisper. "Faster," it said.
I obliged, picking up the tempo and continuing to roll and tease his nuts with my other hand. My mouth chewed at his nipple and muscular pec and Kevin's hand released my shirt and moved up to the back of my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face against his chest. He was holding me there this time but I didn't mind. I licked and chewed and sucked and mashed my mouth against his body, doing my best to give his right tit a blowjob. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took and my head rose and fell with it. And each breath he took became deeper and faster. His hips took up a counter rhythm to my stroking hand, rocking and humping upward as I was stroking downward. His legs closed on themselves, clamping my left hand firmly on his balls and making sure I couldn't stop playing with them until he was ready. I loved being told what to do through his actions.
Kevin's moans became progressively louder and more urgent. My head felt the amazing strength in his right arm as it pulled me even closer to him and his other hand joined its counterpart. There was the smell of pure sex in the air. There was the sound of his frantic breathing, guttural grunts and groans, and the sound of skin rubbing on skin as my hand moved rapidly up and down his shaft. It was all joined by the rhythmic, snapping sound of liquid bubbles forming and popping in the slit of his cockhead with every stroke of my hand. I could feel it in his body. I knew it was time. His voice squeaked recklessly. "Faster, Marty!"
Kevin's grip on me was formidable. I tried to pull my head away from his chest and his increased and held me fast. He wasn't going to let me go. I guessed (correctly, as I later discovered) that Kevin was afraid I would go after his cock if he released me. He was right. When I realised he wasn't about to let me do what I fully intended to do, I found his husky, concrete nipple and clamped it between my teeth, biting down on it harder and harder until he had no choice but to relent and let go of my head. As soon as he did so, I tore myself away from his chest and slid downward and captured his now pulsating cockhead between my lips. Despite his reservations, Kevin's hips instinctively pushed up again, trying to push his cock deeper into the cavern of my mouth. I was ready for him and my hand, wrapped securely around his cock shaft, prevented it. Still, he managed to push his cockhead inside my mouth once more. My lips met my hand and there it stayed. My jaws strained and ached, but I ignored it and held on as his cock began to pulsate.
The first blast took me completely by surprise. Considering this was Kevin's fourth orgasm of the evening, I wasn't expecting much from it, but his semen torpedoed out of his cock and exploded against the back of my throat like a water balloon splattering against a concrete wall. Before I even had a chance to react and think about the possibility of either drowning or choking to death from it, a second blast of creamy, hot cum splashed against the roof of my mouth, and then a third. I didn't have time to worry about not liking it. With my mouth quickly filling up with his cum, I had to start getting rid of it, and that meant that I had to start swallowing. I did. Two more spurts followed. Five in total. After that, his cock continued to spasm and pump, but there were only two more small, intermittent squirts. As his orgasm drew to an end and Kevin began to settle into afterglow, there was a wee bit of residual dribbling which joined what still remained on my tongue.
With the deluge finished, I was able to relax and enjoy the final remnants of Kevin's orgasm. I could concentrate on the cock in my mouth and the thick, creamy liquid which bathed it. I could take the time to savour what remained of Kevin's cum and, although I wasn't particularly keen on the heady, pungent flavour, I wasn't repulsed by it. It was a flavour I knew I could easily become accustomed to. I used my tongue to slather it over Kevin's slowly-shrinking cock and then I wiped it clean and swallowed what I had gathered.
I stayed there a minute or two with my head resting on Kevin's stomach and his cock still nestled snugly in my mouth. I was rather astonished at how reluctant I was to let it go. I quite enjoyed the taste and the feel of it. And so, with the hope that this would not be the last time I gave my friend a blowjob, I allowed his wilted cock to slip from my lips and into the night air once again.
My hand gently released Kevin's balls and I tugged my arm from beneath his leg. Then, after one more kiss on his cockhead, I let my fingers fall away from it and I rolled onto my back beside him, staring up at the sky and trying to find the Sea of Tranquility on the moon overhead. The remains of the bonfire popped and crackled nearby.
I turned my head to the side. Kevin lay there with his T-shirt still shoved up to his neck and his jeans and underwear still shoved down to mid-thigh. His eyes were still closed and his right arm lay draped across his lower rib cage. His breathing was gradually slowing and, as I watched, his hand moved up to his chest and, with the lightness of a snowflake dancing on a feather, his fingertips slowly began circling around his left nipple.
I thought hard about what to say to him. I knew I couldn't say what I really wanted to say. At least not yet.
Kevin sucked in a deep breath through his nose and held it for a bit, then opened his lips and blew it back out. His hands reached down beyond his waist, grabbing the stretchy waistband of his underwear and, lifting his butt off the blanket, slid his briefs up. The balls I had held in my hand and the cock I had held in my mouth took refuge inside the white cotton. A moment later, he'd pulled up his jeans as well, but he left them undone for the moment. He sat up slowly and reached up to tug his T-shirt back down and over his chest. And then he looked at me.
I sat up as well, spinning around slightly so I could face him. I started to pull my knees to my chest but a tightness in my jeans brought to my attention the fact that I still had a painfully-hard erection and changed my mind. Instead, I made myself as comfortable as I could without making a big display of it. My voice was strangely quiet when I spoke, as if I were afraid the night might overhear me. "I've done what I came here to do, Kev," I said. "We've each kept our promises now. Both to ourselves and to each other. Whatever happens from now on is up to you. You can stay here where you belong or you can go away again. I won't try to stop you. It's your decision."
There was nothing more for me to do than to sit back and await his answer.
This Is Not The End. . . Yet
