Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 09:46:03 -0500
From: Terry Cromwell <asulike@idirect.ca>
Subject: Second installment of Kevin and Me -

Kevin and Me - Part 2
by Terry Cromwell (asulike@idirect.com)

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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only.  Do NOT read this if you are
under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state
or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are
not interested in fantasies involving men in sexual situations. This file
contains sexually explicit material.
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As Kevin was nearing the cab to open the passenger door, he got the full
impact of the collision and was sent careening through the restaurant's bay
window. I opened my mouth to scream but not a sound came, as I stood there,
paralyzed and in shock. The bartender rushed to Kevin and leaned down where
his body laid. He checked for a pulse, and then looked up to me.


The ambulance came quickly, and as I rode with the paramedics as we drove
frenetically through the Paris streets to the nearest hospital, I held
Kevin's hand. I knew time was of the essence and that if we didn't get him
into an ER as soon as possible, I would loose him all over again.

We arrived at the hospital and Kevin was wheeled in as an attendant kept me
aside to ask me a few questions. I answered them as best as I could, all
the while thinking that the moron should have recognized the mega-star that
had just been admitted and should leave me alone with the questions. To my
surprise, Kyle, the bartender, arrived at the hospital moments later. I sat
in the waiting area, hands joined in silent prayer, asking God not to take
away the man that I had found again after ten years of us being apart.

Kyle paced the floor, but I really paid very little attention to him as my
thoughts were all with Kevin. Finally, the attending physician came out to
the waiting room to provide me with an update. Kevin was seriously
injured. There were signs of internal bleeding and they would need to bring
him up to the OR immediately to find out the source of the bleeding and
repair the damage. The doctor left. I waited. Kyle waited with me.

Next thing I remember, I was in Kevin's arms, as he was kissing me
softly. I reached out for his chest and fondled his pecs smoothly. He
moaned softly. Then I realized that there was something wrong and opened my
eyes to find my head resting on Kyle's shoulder and my hand resting on his
chest.

I got my bearings back in a second flat and made a feeble apology to Kyle
for my fondling. He dismissed it as understandable and advised that as long
for as I needed his support, he would be there for me. After all, we had
both witnessed the accident and he had seen first hand how devastated I
was. Furthermore, he had witnessed the whole reunion and felt very included
in us.

I walked away to roam the halls, unable to sustain the wait - not being a
patient person.

When I returned to the waiting room, Kyle was standing there with a doctor,
waiting to provide me with the latest update on Kevin's condition. Surgery
had gone well and the next twenty-four hours would determine
everything. Because of the amount of time that he was unconscious and the
fact that it took some time for Kyle to get him breathing again, there was
some concern about the brain damage, but nothing would be confirmed until
he came to.

The doctor advised that there was nothing else that I could do that night
and that I should go home and get some rest. I refused
categorically. Instead, I insisted on being by his side.  He was in
Intensive Care, and normally, guests are not permitted, but since the
commotion I was about to create would disturb the entire hospital, they
agreed to let me by his bed side.

Seated beside his bed, I held his hand in mine and spoke to him.

I am walking along the beach. My khaki pants are rolled up above my ankles
and I am holding my sandals in my hands, as the tide caresses my feet. I am
slowly getting closer to my house, beachside, as I see Kevin come out onto
the deck. I smile as he walks towards me. As we meet, the sun setting
behind us, he reaches out for me and kisses me sweetly on the lips as his
hands explore my body.

He kisses me deeply and passionately, and I return the kiss. I meltein his
arms and our bodies become one. Slowly we descend upon the wet sand and,
and kissing still, start ripping our clothes off, wet now by the tide, in a
scene reminiscent of "From Here to Eternity". I can now feel his hot breath
on my neck, as he travels slowly down my body, onto my chest, as his tongue
circles and teases my nipples, first one, and then the other. Tongue
traveling down licking my ribcage and frantic hands tug at the drawstrings
of my trousers, and lower them over my plum ass. Hands lingering on the
firm cheeks, digits exploring my tender rosebud, with more insistence, as
his lips find the folds of my foreskin and dig deep beneath, tongue wedged
in the enclave between nature's sheath and the pulsing mushroom shaped
head. Hands reaching down to his head, urging him on to take in more and
more of my throbbing member. Forcibly, urgently, pressing on for to be
fully engulfed in his heat and his passion. Deeper, reaching deeper, as
deep as can go until I am meeting him jab for jab, thrust for trust, to the
rhythm of the tide lapping at our feet.

Urgently, he laps at my cock with feverish tempo, harmonic crescendo of
moans and groans, pleasures unknown, virgin territory. Breathless with
anticipation, he raises himself over me and lowers the target upon the
arrow. Sinking deeper, knees to my side, head thrown back, basking in the
ecstasy. Plunging deeper and deeper still until I can't plunge any
further. Tide pounds in my ears. A flock of seagulls fly above. Their cry
deafens, in a constant, unwavering, unbroken pitch. I open my eyes.

He was lying there still on the bed, and the heart monitor flat-lined. Back
to reality, I rose to my feet and went to the door of the room.

"Somebody get a doctor in here" I screamed.