Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2008 21:37:42 -0600 (CST)
From: Jude O. <boyinjeans25@yahoo.com>
Subject: When Lust Evolves-2

The following is a true story. Please do not copy it and claim it to be
your own, as you consciously know that these events did not happen to
you. Thank you for respecting that and thank you for reading my story.

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	I really didn't think about Kevin much at all the following day. My
mind was more focused on the lecture my professor was giving, and the
clients I was speaking with at the Psychology Clinic, and my thesis mentors
feedback on what I had written since I had last met with him. My day was
just a little too hectic to stop and consider what I would be doing at
seven o'clock when Kevin got off of work.

	Truly, when I had a break in my academic schedule, I would think of
Tiffany. I wondered if she was thinking about me and missing me and
regretting her decision to break up with me. Every now and then I would
check my cell phone for a text message from her or a missed call, but I
never received anything.

	By five o'clock when I got home and dropped my bag to the floor, I
was tired and depressed and feeling deflated after receiving a shit ton of
criticism from my thesis mentor. It had not been a good day, and it got
worse when I walked to my bedroom and realized that Tiffany had been there
to grab all of her things.

	"Fuck," I said as I took note of her clothes missing from my
closet.

	With a deep sigh and a thorough massage of the back of my neck, I
sat down on the edge of my bed and soaked in the fact that Tiffany and I
were really over. I wasn't going to kiss her again or hold her again or
whisper to her again or see her face when I hit that spot inside of her
again. We were through. This realization laid me back on the bed and
encouraged me to close my eyes and surrender to my exhaustion.



	I woke up to two loud beeps from my cell phone, indicating that I
had received a text message. I was almost positive that it was Kevin, and I
was right.

	He wrote, "You feel up to proving me wrong?"

	It was eight o'clock and my head felt heavy from the three-hour nap
that I had just taken. I considered responding back to my friend, but I
didn't know quite what to say so I closed my cell phone and got up. My legs
unconsciously walked me to my bathroom where I shed myself of my clothes
and turned on water for a shower. Once the water had gotten warm, I stepped
in front of it and let my tensed up shoulders drop. As I showered and
washed the days fatigue from my body, I considered Kevin's question.

	Did I feel up to proving him wrong? Not really, but what else did I
have to do? Correct all the things wrong with my thesis? That sounded like
fun. Think about Tiffany and where she was and what she was doing? An even
bigger blast. Why not go over to his place and end my two-month sex
drought? Two months. Shit. There was an excellent reason right there. Sure
it would be a little awkward, but then again maybe not. He didn't seem too
concerned about it.

	These were my thoughts, and after I had showered and toweled myself
dry, I walked back to my bedroom and grabbed my cell phone.

	"When do you want me to come over?" I texted him.

	I was surprised by Kevin's quick response of, "You can come now."

	I stared at this text message for a few seconds before breathing
out and responding with, "I'll see you in a minute then."

	It took me all of ten minutes to get dressed and ready. It was just
Kevin, so I didn't bother to put any product in my hair or put cologne on
or even take the time to consider what I would wear. I simply threw on some
gray shorts and a white t-shirt with the name of my university arched
across it then slipped on some flip-flops.

	I cracked open a beer and had a couple cigarettes on my balcony
before leaving for Kevin's; it's true that I was a little nervous. Was he
going to kiss me? This idea freaked me out a little. Was he going to take
control and force me out of my clothes? This also freaked me out. Was I
going to hurt him? Was he going to hate it? Was he going to love it? Was I
going to hate it? Was I going to love it? I didn't know, and I decided
halfway through my cigarette that I shouldn't even think about it. I'd find
out soon enough, I concluded.

	Two gulps away from finishing my beer I got a text from Kevin that
read, "..."

	I grinned a little and texted back, "I'm leaving now."

	And I did.

	Kevin lives less than fifteen minutes from me, so the drive to his
place was short and uneventful. Half a dozen stoplights, a couple right
turns, a couple left turns and there is his white three-story house with
his black 2003 Nissan Pathfinder parked in the driveway.

	I let myself into his house with the key that I still had from when
I lived with him over a year ago. I only used it when I knew he was
expecting me or when I knew he didn't have some girl with him.

	"Hey," I said to him, entering his living room.

	"Hey," He responded simply, observing me as I sat down on the
couch.

	Kevin was relaxed back in his tan, leather recliner with his bare
feet crossed atop the footrest and his right arm flung behind his head. He
was wearing light blue denim jeans and a red t-shirt with the number 55
blown up across his chest. He looked like he had been sitting like that all
day as indicated by the stubble on his face and his PlayStation remote on
the floor in front of him.

	"Did you go to work today?" I asked him.

	"No. I took a sick day."

	"You look sick," I said sarcastically.

	"Yea. Head cold," He grinned, "It sucks."

	"Was Michael pissed?"

	Kevin frowned and shook his head, "He told me to take a couple days
off and come back healthy on Friday. The restaurant is so slow during the
week this time of year. Michelle and Jordan can handle it without me."

	I nodded.

	"Have you heard from Tiffany?" He asked me, changing the subject.

	"No. She stopped by though and picked up some of her stuff while I
was gone."

	"Wow that's fast."

	I shrugged my eyebrows in agreement then said, "Yea well, you move
fast when you have another potential boyfriend lined up waiting for you."

	"You say that, but it's hard to believe that Tiffany would be so
quick to move on to someone else," Kevin said.

	My only response to this was to shrug and run my eyes over his
living room like I had never been there before.

	"You two may not have worked out, but I don't think she's thinking
about being with anyone else."

	"She is. Believe me. She didn't say it, but she didn't have to. It
was very clear. And anyway, it doesn't matter. She broke up with me, so she
can date whoever she wants to. This asshole just better have 24 hours a day
set aside for her that's all I have to say."

	I said this dismissively, but there was an undertone of sadness in
my voice and I knew Kevin could hear it. He just grinned in response to my
brief rant. It was a kind of sympathetic, I'm sorry, I don't know what to
say sort of a grin, and I appreciated it. There wasn't anything to say.

	"Why are we talking about Tiffany anyway? Didn't I come over here
to prove something to you?" I asked, getting to the point of why I was
there.

	I think this question kind of shocked him because his eyebrows
slowly raised and he said, "Uhh... yea. You did."

	I nodded, "You want me to prove it or what?"

	I wanted to get this started and fast before I changed my mind or
Tiffany snuck back into my head or I got anxious or I started to envision
it and freak myself out. I just wanted to do it; I didn't want to talk
about Tiffany or chitchat about anything.

	"Listen to you trying to speed things along," Kevin laughed and the
uneasiness in his tone as he said this actually made me feel a little more
comfortable. It's funny how that works.

	"Well, I'm just anxious to prove you wrong."

	"What? That you won't be able to get hard?" He asked, expressing
his disbelief in that.

	"No. That you don't intimidate me," I corrected him, "I will
probably get hard, but that's just because I haven't gotten laid in two
months. It has nothing to do with you."

	This comment from me made Kevin smile which in turn made me
smile. Did I mention that he has a very contagious smile? The shape of his
mouth alone is enough to make anyone instinctively smile along with
him. And that coupled with his perfect teeth and full bottom lip makes for
such a perfect smile. It's pretty sickening how perfect it is really; four
years of braces and my teeth aren't as perfect as his. And though my lips
are pretty decent, they could easily be described as modest. The best thing
I have going for me in terms of my smile are the never-failing-to-be-there
dimples on either side of my cheeks, and this attribute of mine annoys the
hell out of me really.

	"You're dimples are so adorable, Jude. You are so cute," does not
do it for me when Kevin is at my side shoeing women away. I try to make up
for this "cuteness" of mine by working out and maintaining a toned
body. I'm not egotistical, but I work hard on my body and I am pleased with
it. Kevin, however, looks like he works out daily and has never entered a
gym with the intent to work out in his life. It's really sickening. A love
for outdoor sports, a jog around the block a couple times a week, and a
good diet and my dear friend Kevin has a body equal to mine. Asshole.

	"Alright, but before we do this I want you to know that I am not
okay with any kissing or anything like that," Kevin warned me.

	I remember being very relieved by this. I have kissed men and
enjoyed kissing men, but I didn't think that I could kiss Kevin. That would
just be too weird I thought, and I was glad that he agreed.

	"I'm not going to kiss you," I said then kind of laughed at the
words that had just left my mouth.

	"And... I'm not comfortable with doing...stuff. I'm just going to
be hands off, and you can do whatever you do. You know what I mean?"

	"Yea I know what you mean."

	This also relieved me and gave me a better understanding of what he
was after. He was like a lot of guys that I have been with. "Just suck my
dick. I just want to know what it's like," or "You can put your dick in my
ass but that's all," or "No kissing or 'gay shit', but everything else is
fine." These guys are full of restrictions but curious about some stuff and
very quick to say that they are straight. And though they make up a nice
portion of the men that I have been with, I have had more sexual
experiences with men who were completely open to doing whatever as long as
no one found out.

	Kevin leaned forward in his recliner, pushing the footrest down
with his legs, then said, "Okay, so..."

	"You seem a little nervous, Kevin. You sure you want to do this?" I
asked him with a smart-ass tone to my voice, "Maybe you're intimidated by
me, huh?"

	My friend shot me a look then stood up and headed for his
staircase. I sat on the couch for a moment, my eyes following him as he
walked past me, then got up as well and tagged along behind him. As we
climbed the steep flight of steps the only noise between us was the
creaking wood below our feet. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I
could sense his anxiety just in the way that he was moving and the way his
hand ran along the railing of the staircase. I stared at his back and for a
brief moment pictured him on his hands and knees moaning to my dick inside
of him. What a baffling thought. Was that really going to happen?

	As Kevin and I rounded the corner to his room, I inadvertently
glanced into my old bedroom. I had slept in that room quite a bit over the
course of my friendship with Kevin. When we were younger, and his house
still belonged to his grandmother, that bedroom was mine even then. More
often than not, though, I slept in Kevin's room; we liked to stay up and
whisper to one another until we fell asleep. And occasionally when I did
sleep in my own room, Kevin would open my door and climb into bed with
me. Sometimes he'd want to stay up and talk and sometimes he would just get
into the bed and fall asleep.

	As I looked into the room, I remembered times when I would feel my
bed move as Kevin laid down beside me. I'd turn my head and there he was
looking at me, almost like he was asking if he could get into the bed. I'd
give away some of the covers to him then roll back over and go to sleep.

	I followed Kevin into his bedroom where he sat down on the foot of
his bed, and before he had a chance to crack a joke and make things even
more uncomfortable--like he always does when he's nervous--I walked over to
him and said, "Move up on the bed a little bit."

	He did as I asked and scooted up then leaned back, resting his
upper body weight on his elbows. I stepped out of my flip-flops and lifted
my knee to his bed then laid down beside him with my right arm propping me
up in front of his crotch. I then brought my hands up to his brown, leather
belt and started to unbuckle it. It was some fancy Abercrombie and Fitch
pain in my ass, so I looked up at him and asked, "What's the trick to this
thing?"

	Kevin laughed a little and helped me out, and with a little team
effort his belt was unbuckled and I could finally move on to unbuttoning
his jeans. After unbuttoning the first button I noticed that he was wearing
button fly jeans so I said, "Damn. Do you always make people work to get
into your pants?"

	I thought this would evoke a witty comment from my friend, or at
least a laugh, but Kevin didn't laugh or say anything and I didn't look up
at him for a response. I just focused my attention on unbuttoning each
button--that was too big for the hole that I was trying to free it
from--until finally I could see his green plaid boxers.

	"Okay," I said to no one in particular and fished Kevin's flaccid
penis from the fly of his boxers.

	"You don't have to suck it or anything. We can skip all that," He
announced from above me.

	"It's best that you're turned on before. You'll be more relaxed and
it won't hurt so much," I informed him.

	"No it's okay, Jude. I'm not going to return any favors, so you
don't have to..."

	"Just lay back. You wanted to do this, so let me do it," I said,
looking Kevin square in the eye.

	He looked a little stunned by my demand and just kind of stared at
me, so I said again, "Lay back," and pressed on his chest with my hand.

	With a half embarrassed, half shocked expression Kevin let out a
light chuckle and laid back on his bed. Once I had gotten him to surrender
to me, my eyes moved to his limp dick in my hand. I gave it a few shakes
then stroked it with my fingers before bending down and taking it into my
mouth. For the first couple of minutes that I sucked his dick, I didn't
think about much of anything--or at least I don't remember what I was
thinking. It wasn't until Kevin started to get hard in my mouth that I
began to really take in what I was doing. As he got harder, my mouth was
forced to widen and I slowly eased back more and more on his growing
length.

	"Mmm," I hummed, a little overwhelmed by his size, then pulled off
of his cock and let my hand take over. Kevin has a very big dick. It was by
far the biggest dick that had ever slipped between my lips and it wasn't
even fully erect. Fully erect his cut dick is a little over 6 inches long
and a little under 7 inches in girth. He always says, "It's the Italian in
me," and though he is just one fourth Italian, I am apt to agree with him.

	"I told you you didn't have to suck it," Kevin said
matter-of-factly as I sniffed deeply and slowly jerked his thick cock.

	I ignored him and once again bent down and encouraged his dick into
my mouth. I sucked him gently and slowly, just testing the waters and
reminding myself what it was like to have my lips stretched around another
man's cock. I took in the familiar taste and how it felt sliding in and out
of my mouth, how it felt on my tongue. I took in the smell and was reminded
of how responsive my dick is to this scent. I took in the rapid growth in
my mouth and the thick veins making their presence known.

	I started to move up and down a little quicker as my friend got
harder in my mouth. I found myself really getting in to it, so I pulled off
for a minute to sit up and tug at his jeans. Kevin lifted his ass and let
me yank them down, freeing one leg at a time. I dropped his jeans to the
floor then hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged
those down as well.

	"Take off your shirt," I ordered, looking up at him.

	Kevin frowned a little at my bossiness and for a second he looked
like he was going to object, but he lifted up and pulled his t-shirt over
his head.

	I rid myself of my own t-shirt to help even the score then turned
my attention back to the dick below me that I had just brought to life. My
heart started to beat faster with excitement, and I found myself looking
forward to working Kevin's dick over--his ample mouthful a pleasing
challenge for me.

	I laid back down and draped my left leg over his so that I was
turned into him and hovering over his cock. With my index finger I lifted
his dick up and let my mouth take hold of it. God he was big. His head
thicker than the rest of him and daring me to try and get it down my
throat, and I would--I decided.

	It had been so long since I had gone down on a guy. My favorite
thing to hear used to be, "You're so fucking good at that," and then a nice
string of cuss words to follow in my praise. I wondered if I could get
Kevin to say something like that?

	My hand took hold of his shaft and I firmly stroked it as I took my
excitement out on the head of his dick. Up and down I went, twisting and
rotating my lips on his cock as my hand followed closely behind. I repeated
this action for a long while and as I got more comfortable, my movements
quickened and I invited his head to flirt with the gateway to my throat.

	"Mmm," I moaned, and a shiver of embarrassment went up my spine as
this utter of satisfaction left me.

	My tension was quickly eased, however, by my friend's words of,
"Play with my balls."

	I did as he asked and lifted my hand to his ball sack, which was
smooth and hairless just like every other part of his body--with the
exception of a light trim of pubic hair above his dick. Kevin prefers to be
smooth he says, and he's been saying that since High School where he picked
up the habit.

	My hand rubbed and cupped his balls as I sucked his dick. I moved
them up and down and caressed them a little roughly with no complaint from
Kevin. And as he got harder and harder I started to allow my bottom teeth
to barely graze across the sensitive spot below his head, which rewarded me
with a nice dollop of precum and a quiet moan from above me. This was all
the encouragement I needed to widen my jaw and sink lower on his cock. His
head bumped the back of my throat and I immediately gagged and pulled back
then sank down lower and gagged on it again.

	"Shit," Kevin whispered and squirmed under me.

	I gulped on his head and kept it in my throat for a split second
before sliding his entire dick from mouth. I looked at it closely,
glistening with my spit, and was thankful that I was not the one to be
fucked that night. It wasn't the first time I had seen my friend's dick but
goddamn it was the first time I had been that close to it.

	"You have a huge dick. Christ," I said, admiring his thickness,
then lifted up and positioned myself between his legs before bending down
and taking his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him harder and moved up
and down faster all the while stroking his shaft and occasionally letting
his head poke at the back of my throat.

	Kevin was breathing quicker above me and when I felt his hand on
the back of my head, my dick jumped and I started unbuttoning my cargo
shorts. With one hand I unzipped my shorts and grasped a hold of my
hardening cock. I was overwhelmed with lust and dormant emotions and
thoughts that I hadn't given much power to in a very long time--thoughts
that had slowly trickled to occasional fantasies and gay porn downloads on
my computer. I had at some point let myself dismiss the fact that the
quickest and easiest way to get me going was by slipping a dick into my
mouth.

	"That feels good," Kevin whispered, pressing down on my head.

	My body tingled when I heard this.

	I dragged my tongue over his frenulum as I bobbed up and down,
making him grind his ass into the mattress. And when I sensed that he was
really loving my tongue, I dropped all the way down and accepted his head
into my gullet and he arched his back a little. So hot, I could have blown
him forever. And though my throat didn't like this deep invasion, I was
stubborn and determined to get it to relax to his size.

	Every man is different, but I have found that the best way to make
any man go crazy is through timing and paying close attention to what makes
him tick. Kevin was no different. He liked spontaneity. He liked to be
surprised by my change in speed and suction. He liked not knowing when I
would engulf all of him. He liked not knowing if I would use my tongue on
that sweet spot under his head or would I use my teeth or my lips or my
thumb? Every man loves variety, but Kevin reacted dramatically when I
surprised him. If not with a quiet moan or some jerk of his body, then with
a deep exhale of breath. I told myself to remember this when I fucked him
later.

	Without losing my focus on his dick, I dropped my hand from my own
cock and moved it to his thigh where I pushed him to spread his legs apart
more. He did, bending his knees slightly and letting his feet rest flat
against the mattress. I then brought my hand to his balls and squeezed and
massaged them a little before moving to his asshole where I lightly rubbed
my fingers over and around it. This action from me moved my friend to
spread his legs even more, which made my hardening dick grow even harder.

	I poked at this sensitive area with two fingers, just playing with
it and petting it and letting it awaken to my touch. The pace I had on
Kevin's dick slowed as I tickled his ass and with a little gentle nibbling
of his head I lifted completely off. With my mouth now free I kept his dick
up with my hand and licked and sucked over and around his shaft. My lips
dragged up and down over his protruding veins and I kissed and caressed
him, worshiping his manhood. He was sooo hard, which drove me nuts and made
me want his cum.

	My hand left his butthole and moved upward, resting on top of his
balls where I tugged and rubbed them. I trailed my lips from his cock and
sank lower, licking and fondling his balls where his cum, I knew, was
stirring. I turned my head to the side and lifted my eyes to Kevin and saw
that he was looking down at me with his mouth open and an dazed expression
on his face. This look made me tighten my grip on his dick and resume
stroking him. My hand glided up and down effortlessly as my friend's precum
had gotten his dick wet.

	Kevin was pretty quiet with the exception of a little heavy
breathing and an occasional stifled moan that would escape him. This was
fine with me; his expression and subtle movements let me know that he was
enjoying it.

	 I sucked and licked at his balls, pushing and poking them around
and pulling on them a little. I breathed in his scent and instinctively
grabbed a hold of my neglected dick and started jerking myself off. I was
definitely losing myself, and I was aware of it but I didn't care. What had
started out as a quick blowjob to get my friend warmed up for my dick, had
turned into a feeling of desperation and hunger to explore his body, a
man's body.

	Two years. Jesus fucking Christ. That was a long time to go without
feeling that ache in the pit of my stomach, and I didn't even realize this
until it had returned that night.

	After awhile of caressing Kevin's balls, I dipped down lower and
ran my tongue over his asshole that barely peeked out from between his
cheeks. My friend still remained quiet as I did this, which surprised me a
little. The first time I felt a tongue on my hole I immediately started
moaning and groaning and writhing to the unfamiliar feeling and so had
every other man I had performed this action on.

	I dropped Kevin's dick and my own dick, and brought my hands up to
his ass where I spread his hole with my fingers and swiftly flicked and
slithered my tongue over and around it.

	"Ugnn fuuuck," Kevin moaned.

	There it was.

	My tongue lashed out against his muscle and without thinking I
said, "You like that?"

	Kevin didn't respond, he just moaned and backed his ass up against
my tongue. From a distance I heard the smacking noise of his hand sliding
up and down on his wet cock, which made me dig at his hole even more.

	My fingers rubbed and massaged his asshole as I lapped at it and
persuaded it to quiver against my tongue. My body sank down on Kevin's bed,
and I laid flat on my stomach in front of his hole with my tongue
relentlessly brushing and poking it. My friend wasn't so silent anymore.

	"Ugh... shit... shit," He carried on and without my even asking him
to, pulled his knees to his chest.

	I moved forward, following his hole, and let my tongue go crazy
against it for a long while before taking my tongue away and just using my
lips. I kissed and sucked the winking spot between his cheeks, spreading
and kneading his hole more as I hungrily adored his ass.

	I pulled back a little and spat on Kevin's rosebud, erupting a deep
groan from him, then leaned in and lapped at it. His hand found my head
again and he intertwined his fingers in my hair and pushed me against his
ass. I moaned and licked him harder and at that point I think we both kind
of forgot, or stopped caring, about the foreignness of what we were doing.

	The smacking noise was becoming more intense above me, so I let my
hand move up to Kevin's dick where I stole it from him and felt his precum
for myself. Up and down my hand went, and I got hotter between my legs with
the desire to again have his cock in my mouth.

	My tongue slowed on Kevin's ass and I kissed and sucked at it for a
minute before licking my way up over his perineum to his balls where I
again stroked at them and pushed them around with my mouth. He smelled so
good--like a man, like sex, and like a faint smell of soap. I looked up at
him from between his legs and witnessed his eyes openly fixed on me and
though I felt a little embarrassed, I didn't look away from him.

	Kevin guided my head up to his dick, letting his legs fall to
either side of me, and watched as I stuck my tongue out and ran it over his
shaft and the tip of his cock. I tasted his cum and was instantly greedy
for more, so I got to my knees between his legs and took his cock back into
my mouth. Without even building up to it, I sank down and brought his head
in contact with my throat again. This sudden movement from me made Kevin
kind of gasp and sigh and moan all at once. His hand stayed on my head and
collected up my hair while I gulped and sucked on his dick.

	My hand went to my shorts where I pushed them further down, letting
them drop to my calves, then took hold of my own dick. I jerked myself off
while I bobbed my head on Kevin's dick and smoothly twisted my hand up and
down his shaft. Kevin was now openly moaning and writhing under me, which
drove me on more and made up my mind that I wanted his cum to shoot into my
mouth.

	"Ohh suck my dick," He moaned.

	The combination of hearing this and his hand on the back of my
head, urging me on, and his incredibly hard cock in my mouth, pulsing and
seeping precum, was all driving me insane. I dropped my hand from my dick
for fear that I would cum, and placed it on Kevin's mattress to steady
myself as I sucked his dick.

	My jaw was starting to hurt, but I didn't care. My back was
starting to hurt and my neck and my shoulders, but I didn't fucking care. I
wanted his cum in my mouth. Jesus, it was like I had never wanted anything
else in my life.

	"I'm going to cum," Kevin warned me, moving his hand to my shoulder
as a signal for me to stop.

	I ignored this signal and instead quickened my hand on his shaft
and sucked him harder as I ran my tongue over the sweet spot under his
head.

	"I'm going to cum right now," he said urgently, like this was my
final warning.

	I just moaned my encouragement and continued to work his dick
over. A handful of seconds passed and Kevin inhaled deeply and shot his
load into my mouth. His cum filled up my mouth and I swallowed it quickly
but a large majority still dribbled down the corners of my mouth as I
continued to blow him.

	"Ugh! Ugh! Uggghh!" Kevin moaned, his body stiffening as he came.

	My hand went to my cock and I feverishly stroked it as my friend
shot his cum into my mouth. As I swallowed and moaned with him, I felt my
own impending orgasm stirring in my balls. I could feel myself bubbling
over and just as Kevin went limp to the end of his climax, my body became
rigid and I rose up and emptied my balls onto his chest.

	"Ohh shit," I whimpered as my cum shot from my cock.

	Kevin panted both in shock and maybe fascination as I sprayed my
seed all over him.

	"Fuck," He said, looking down at himself and then over to his
shoulder where I had also hit him.

	I moaned and trembled to my orgasm then as it gradually subsided I
shook my dick and let the last few drops plop onto Kevin's stomach.

	As the sexual intensity in the room dwindled down, I scooted back
from my friend and sat up on my knees in front of him. I wiped his cum from
my mouth then hesitantly looked up at him to see him both frowning and
smiling at the mess I had made.

	"You shot your cum all over me," He stated, as if I didn't know.

	"Yea," I said guiltily and kind of laughed. It was my turn to feel
uncomfortable.

	"Jesus," he said, "And you came a shit ton."

	"So did you."

	This comment from me made Kevin look up at me, and I grinned a
little then climbed off of his bed.

	My gray shorts dropped to the floor as I stood up, and I stepped
out of them as I walked to Kevin's bathroom not far from his bed. I grabbed
a towel that he had hanging beside his shower and tossed it to him before
sitting down next to him.

	Kevin wiped himself off in silence, and I, lacking words to speak
myself, just watched him.

	"You're a bit of a cock sucking slut, Jude," Kevin said finally,
dropping his cum stained towel to the floor.

	To my surprise, hearing this made my stomach twist, and I was sure
that I was blushing through my summer tan.

	"I never thought you'd find that out," I said, then pretended like
his floor was more important than his eyes when he looked over at me.


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