(I wrote the last section quite some time ago. Everything else was written in a few hours this morning and this afternoon. Except for proofreading it and correcting spelling errors, it remains as it was written. There was nothing I wanted to change. - Neil.)
BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
PART V
Kevin closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He sucked in a big breath and I could see his whole body relax. I knew I'd made the right decision.
"I can't make any promises, Kev, but I want to try to give you one, too."
"I don't want you to," he said without moving.
"That's the deal, Kev. Take it or leave it."
Kevin heaved another sigh. "It's bad enough that I'm a queer, Marty. I don't want you to be one, too."
"Let me ask you something. Do you want to suck off anyone else but me?"
He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me. "No," he replied. "Only you."
"I don't want to do anything with anyone else but you, either. That doesn't make us queer, Kev. It makes us best friends."
Kevin spun around on the blanket until he faced me full on. "Then swear to me that you'll stop if you don't like it. Swear it, Marty Callahan."
I spit in my right hand, rubbed my hands together, then held my right hand out to him. Kevin repeated my movements and we shook hands. It was a promise neither of us could break.
* * * * *
"I won't hurt you, Marty," he said to me. "I promise. I won't hurt you." He had moved to kneel right beside me.
"I'm a little nervous. I don't know what to do."
"Do you trust me?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "Yes," I said.
And then he smiled. "That's all you have to do."
Kevin's fingers were like ghostly whispers in the dark. You know, those voices you sometimes hear at night but you're not really sure if they're real. His fingers were like that. I could see him touching my face, and I
knew he was touching me, but I couldn't swear that I could feel it. I had never felt anything like that in my life, and I've never felt it since. It was the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced.
He moved so slowly it was like slow motion. First, he brushed a stray strand of hair from my eyes, and then the fingertips of both hands came to rest on my cheeks. His thumbs began at the top of my nose and smoothed themselves over my eyebrows, around my eyes, and back to my nose. From there, they slid downward. When they reached the tip, they separated and traced the outlines of my nostrils before joining once again just above my lips. All I could do was close my eyes and try to keep breathing.
His right had slid down to my jaw as his thumb began to draw invisible lines across my lips. Three times he did this before his thumb moved down to rest on my chin. His left hand moved to mirror his right hand.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking at my lips. He was just looking at them, and I could see him swallowing.
"You can kiss me if you want," I said softly.
His eyes came up to meet mine. I smiled a tiny smile - just the corners of my mouth. I nodded.
Kevin swallowed again, and then he leaned forward like they used to do in the old-fashioned movies on television. His head tilted and his lips touched mine. He was cautious at first, just pressing against me like that, and then he parted his lips and captured my bottom lip between them. He did that again, and one more time. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me.
He squeezed my face harder and pressed his lips tighter to mine. I could hear him sucking air through his nose as his lips explored my mouth and suddenly I was kissing him back. I brought my left arm up and behind his head, holding his face against mine. My right arm went around his back and I pulled him closer. His breathing became heavier and faster, and suddenly he was moaning. I could feel his body pulsating, his muscles quivering beneath my hands, and I knew immediately that he was having an orgasm. I remember wondering if he had ever had an orgasm brought on by anyone else but me. I don't remember when my cock had become so hard inside my shorts.
His body calmed down and his kissing relaxed, and then he pulled away from me. I let him go. His hands dropped from my face to the bottom hem of my T-shirt and he lifted it up and over my head. I raised my arms and he pulled the shirt away from me and dropped it onto the blanket. His eyes moved down to my chest and then to my left arm, and back to my chest again. He just knelt there, staring, and I looked down to see what he was staring at. Three rather large bruises were there from where Kevin had punched me only a few hours earlier. His hand reached out and his fingers brushed over the largest bruise on my ribs.
He looked up at my face again. His own face was full of sorrow and shame. "I'm so sorry, Marty. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Of course I can." I smiled at him, but I'm not sure it made him feel any better.
"I'll never do that again, Marty," he said sincerely. "I promise you it will never happen again."
His fingers moved away and his lips took their place. The dull pain I felt disappeared into him. He took it all away from me. He moved from bruise to bruise, kissing away all the things his fear and anger had caused.
His hands came up to my shoulders and he gently pushed me onto my back. His mouth followed my body and soon he way leaning over me. His lips and tongue danced across my chest leaving tiny trails of moisture as they darted from spot to spot. I don't know when he put his hand on my crotch, but it was just there. His fingers were as gentle on my cock as they had been on my face. He traced the length of it from head to base and drew circles around my balls. I could feel tiny bolts of electrical excitement flowing into me from his fingertips even through my cut-off jeans and my underwear. I could feel my cock pulsating against the material.
His hand left my crotch at the same time his lips pulled away from my chest. He turned slightly and slid the sandals off my feet (I wasn't wearing socks) before moving his hands to the button at the waistband of my shorts. It came open easily. A moment later, his thumb and one finger were sliding the zipper down. He spread the jeans open and his mouth closed over the head of my cock. His breath warmed the cotton covering it and I could feel it right down to my balls. He began to nip at me there as he had nipped at my lips. My chest heaved up and down and I could feel my toes curling up. Nothing I had ever felt in my life was as good as this.
His fingers caught the waistband of my shorts and started to pull downward. Instinctively, I lifted my hips and he pulled them to my thighs without lifting his head from my crotch. With his left hand back on my stomach, his right hand pushed the shorts to my feet and then off. A moment later, the fingers were in the waistband of my briefs. As his lips travelled down the shaft toward my balls, his fingers uncovered the head. His lips began to move back up and I clenched my eyes and gritted my teeth in anticipation.
He nibbled at the ridge with his lips, teasing me, but giving me so much pleasure at the same time. His tongue pushed out from between his lips and began teasing me in the same way. My hips lifted automatically, pushing myself against him.
I lifted my head and opened my eyes in time to see his tongue move toward the tiny slit at the tip of my cock and gather up the drop of pre-cum which had gathered there. His tongue disappeared into his mouth and I could hear him sigh.
His lips parted and he placed them against my cockhead, spreading them wider as they wrapped themselves around me. At the same time, his fingers pushed at my underwear. I held my breath and watched. As the material uncovered my cock, his mouth moved down to replace it, and suddenly my underwear was wrapped in a crumpled bundle on my legs and my cock was wrapped inside Kevin.
As I dropped my head back onto the blanket, I could hear Kevin groaning and quivering again. I hadn't done a thing and already he was having his second orgasm. It was just as intense as his first orgasm and he kept me lodged in his throat the whole time. There was a moment of panic for me - fear that he might bite me. But he didn't. Somehow, he held me there and there was nothing except the pleasure he was feeling being transferred into me.
Again, his left hand moved to my stomach as his right hand pushed my underwear off and away. And then it was cradling my balls in Kevin's tender, loving grasp. His head began to move up and down. There was no effort for him. There was no strain. He gave me the very first blowjob of my life with the ease of an expert. His lips and tongue and throat all worked together for one reason only, and that was to give me the most pleasure my best friend could possibly give.
I knew I couldn't last long. It was impossible. All too soon - much sooner than I would have wished - I was cumming. I warned Kevin, but he already knew that. He locked himself on my cock and let it happen, and when it did, it happened for him one more time.
People often talk of rockets and fireworks. Until that moment, I had never known what they were talking about. Everything exploded in me and all the energy collected in my testicles and blasted out from there. I'm sure I screamed, and I'm sure my hips were pushed as high into the air as I could get them. Kevin held on and took it all. Everything I had was now his, and I collapsed onto the blanket, lightheaded, exhausted, and totally drained. I remember sucking air into my lungs through my mouth over and over. I remember feeling my heart pounding in my chest and feeling the sweat rolling off my face and body. And I remember saying to myself that Kevin was going to have those memories as well before the day was over.
* * * * *
The swim was refreshing and warm. Kevin had rinsed out his shorts and underwear and blushed when he realized the mess he had made in them. We were both naked now, and Kevin didn't seem bothered by it. We were sitting side-by-side on the blanket, smoking cigarettes and sipping on a Ginger Ale.
Kevin was looking out over the pond again. I was looking at him. He was smiling now, and it was a wonderful thing to see. His eyes sparkled like the sunlight on the water. He looked so happy and relaxed. He looked somehow at peace now. He looked like everything was okay. That made me feel pretty good.
"Kevin?" He looked at me and I leaned toward him and kissed him. "Thank you," I said.
His smile grew bigger. "You're welcome, Marty. If you want to fuck me, you can."
I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't feel comfortable doing something like that. "I don't think I want to do that, Kev."
He just nodded at me, shrugged, and said, "That's okay. I just thought you might want to. I would have liked for you to do it."
"You're not mad that I don't want to, are you?"
Kevin laughed, and it was good to hear. "I'll get over it. I just want this to be a perfect day for us both."
"It's more than perfect, Kevin. This has been the best day of my life."
"I'm glad. It's what I wanted to give you."
* * * * *
Kevin gave me another blowjob that afternoon, but not before I was able to stop him and try my best to give him one first. My talents didn't extend much beyond being able to hold his cockhead in my mouth and rub my tongue against it. I could go up and down a bit, but as soon as it touched the back of my mouth, I choked up. My best work came from my hand, which moved easily up and down his shaft.
I expected him to blast off immediately, but his previous three orgasms must have allowed him to hold out long enough for me to suck him for almost ten minutes. Even then, my jaws were straining with the effort, but I was determined to see it through.
I must have done well enough for him, though. His orgasm was just as powerful as the others had been before, but there wasn't as much semen. That was good for me, I suppose. I had sworn an oath to myself that I would go all the way to the end with him and, when I discovered I could handle the load, I relaxed into it and let him enjoy himself. He told me that it was the first blowjob he'd ever had.
Then he gave me my second.
* * * * *
Kevin slept in my room that night. He slept in my bed, and he slept with me.
When I woke up in the morning, I was the only one in the bed. Beside me, laying on the pillow, was a note.
I read it. Kevin was gone.
* * * * *
That was thirty years ago. My wife, Sharon, and I have been married for twenty-six of them. Our oldest boy, Marty Junior, and his wife just blessed us with our second grandchild - a girl this time. Sarah-Lynn, our daughter, is in her second year of university and our youngest boy, Kevin, will be celebrating his fifteenth birthday in just a few weeks.
I own Mom and Dad's house now. Dad died a few years ago, but Mom is still alive. She gave the house to us and moved into an apartment in a seniors' complex. I told her she could stay with us, but she wouldn't hear of it. "You don't need a meddling old great-granny hanging around." So I sold our old house and now I pay Mom's rent and utilities. It's the least I can do for her. Still, though, I bring her here for lunch after church every Sunday and the whole family gathers here for holidays.
Ironically, six months to the day that Kevin left the note on my pillow, we heard news that his brother, David, had been shot and killed by his father, who then turned the gun on himself. Poetic justice, I suppose. No-one I know mourned for them.
I still have the note Kevin left me:
"Dearest Marty
The thunderstorm is gone. I'm happy now. Thanks. See you around. Love always.
Kevin"
I keep it with the newspaper article I cut out of the paper the next day:
Former resident, Kevin Michael Jameson, aged 18, was killed instantly early this morning at 1:35 AM on Route 2 near Bensfort Road when the motorcycle he was riding veered into the path of an on-coming tractor trailer. The driver of the transport, Mr. Carl Franks, was treated on site for shock by paramedics before being taken to the Medical Centre. He was unavailable for comment.
"I was driving right behind him for about 2 miles," said eyewitness Terrance Kilborne. "Then this tractor comes around the corner and the kid just takes off on that bike like a bat out of Hell and pulls away from me, you know? Then I see his taillights pull over right in front of that truck and bam! The kid never even hit the brakes."
Investigating officer T. J. Cook: "We located the speedometer. It was imbedded in the truck's grill and it was jammed at 107 miles per hour." Officer Cook confirmed Mr. Kilborne's observation that the motorcycle's brakes had not been applied.
No charges will be laid.
I don't get to Kevin's grave as often as I should these days, but Mom and I go at least twice a year - on his birthday and on the anniversary of his death. Mom and Dad paid for his funeral. I spend more time at the pond than I do at his grave. I feel closer to him there, and I can almost feel him sitting beside me and tossing pebbles into the water.
I own the land now. Not all of it - just three lots where we used to skinny-dip when we were kids and where we spent our last day together. The rest is all built up into homes, but my little section remains as it always was, and it always will if I have anything to do with it. I've already talked to Marty Junior and Sarah-Lynn and they've promised to keep the land in the family. It's willed to them and to Kevin. Marty already has it willed to his own children. Sarah-Lynn has promised to honour my wishes and I'll talk to Kevin when he's older.
If nothing else, it will always give Kevin a place to go where there are no thunderstorms and he can be happy.
The End
