First, lemme tell ya about Kevin. Remember
the locker rooms, and the showers after gym class? Remember sneakin'
peeks at your buddies. To this day I can recall clearly the steamed
slick tile floors, the snapping towels and all our voices peaked in
adolescent bravado, defending our blossuming masculinity against the
casual verbal assults of our peers...
But most of all I remember Kevin. I didn't
even have a concept of what a "homo" was. My brother (bless him) was
short fat and an absolute pain in the neck, type sibling. So I never would have learned about sex from any experience
with him. But I do recall sitting on the bench in front of my locker
and being completely mezmerized by a pair of satin smooth buns being
toweled dry across from me. Kevin was the owner of those buns and
before I even knew what a homosexual thought was (though I would be
subtly warned about them in the scouts later that same year) I recall
thinking how nice it would be to feel them.
But, how in the hell was I supposed to bring up that topic? I could
rule out, "Hey Kev, can I feel your ass?" I often thought of "Hey lemma
borrow your towel...ooopss..excuse me...uh..I was just trying to get the towel." But that idea was discarded before it got
into the rehersal stage. I was satisfied to sit and watch day after day....until I met Joey.
Joey was different. He wore a cowboy hat to school. He talked real slow
and real smooth and had a peculiar way of lookin you right in the eyes
when he talked. He was ok I guess, though some of the guys
would snicker and make little waving gestures with their wrists after
he had walked by. None of this concerned me, however. I was only
concerned with the fact that Joey was good friends with Kevin. At last!
I had a means to an end. (no pun intended)
It wasn't hard to get to know Joey, he seemed very eager to converse
with me, actually. Within a few days we were planning an overnighter at
his place. "No, it's cool, my dad's goin fishin
tommorrow and we'll have the house most of the day" he confirmed it.
Then I took my shot. "what about Kevin?"
"What about him?"
"Well your friends with him and all, I thought he might...ya know....be
around." I will never forget the look he gave me at that point. He had
to know exactly what I was up to.
That Friday night we took our stolen beer and cigarrettes into his
room. While I finished off the one can he had managed to swipe from his
dad's freezer, he put on the new Black Sabbath album. Ozzie
was droning on about his "sweet leaf" and my head was spinning a little
when Joey asked me about Kevin.
"You like him, huh?"
"What?"
"C'mon, I seen you lookin at him in the lockers!"
"Fuck you! Let's have a cigarette..."
"Nah, save 'em for later, there's only two. C'mon, I seen ya. Nice butt huh?"
"Fuck you! You're weird!" But I knew I was busted.
"Kevins got a real big dick!" he offered.
"Jeez! What the fuck are you talkin about?!" I played like I wasn't interested.
"I seen it hard. Really! It's a lot bigger when it's hard than it is in the showers."
"Huh?" he had me by now.
"Really. How bigs yerz?"
I had never thought about Joey in the same way I thought of Kevin. Joey
was..well..sort of plain by comparison. But here in our underwear, his
stupid hat off and his hair a playfull toss on his head,
he looked kinda cute. "I never measured my dick." I explained. "Well,
look.." he moved from his sitting position to his knees and tugged his
jockeys down. Then he started pulling slowly and
methodical ly on his cock. Part of me wanted to object, but I was
hypnotised by the purposeful rythem of his hand and watched his cock
grow from a
small sprout of flesh to a throbbing hard on. I was amazed. I had
never watched another guy stroke his dick and I found myself getting hard too.
"Well?" he said, "How big is yours?!"
Reluctantly, at first, I followed suit and soon I found myself stroking
my hard dick with Joey looking on intently. "Wow! Yeah, you've got a
big one. Watch this."
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