Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 00:00:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Art Fex <luxlupus7@yahoo.com>
Subject: eric and matt 4

"How Eric Met Kevin"

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WARNING: Stories of this nature have been known to cause perspiration,
increased heart-rate, dry eyes, salivation, penile erections and semen
leakage. It has also been reported that homophobes that read beyond this
paragraph were strongly offended and showed signs of increased risk of
red-ass, erectile dysfunction, doubts of their sexual orientation,
amongst other unpleasant side affects. Also, if you are younger than the
prescribed age, you may suffer from confusion, wet dreams, and an
insatiable need to masturbate...oh, that's already there. Sorry.

***

So this is the basic story of how I met Kevin and what we were doing.

It was around three years ago when me and Kevin first met. I drove to the
next town up, hoping to hit the bars and maybe hook up with somebody. As
I was driving, it was raining and cold, just a shitty night in general,
looking out the windows of my car made me feel cold even with the heat
going full blast.

Cold weather makes me hungry anyway, but I'd been on the road for a while
too without eating before I left, so I was about to starve! It was then
that I saw the sign to my favorite restaurant, Quiznos. I wheeled in off
the rainy highway and found a parking place close to the door then
quickly made my way inside to keep from getting soaked.

The warmth of the store and the zesty smell in the air went straight from
my nose to my stomach, and I made my way to the counter to place my
order.

Regardless of my gnawing hunger, there was only one thing that got my
attention besides the pictures of hot sandwiches all over the walls.
Kevin.

He was working the cash register, and the other guy working there looked
like a stoner or something, but whatever. Kevin is a tall skinny guy,
about 6'2 actually. His brown hair was thick and curly, and has kind of a
cute, innocent face, making him seem younger than he really is. I guess
it's what some might call 'angelic'. He also has these nice big lips, not
freakishly large, but kinda pouty lips that if they could speak, they'd
say "I can give GREAT head!" I was looking at him, and I was of course
thinking, 'That dude would give great head...' It was just one of those
things you know when you see it I guess you could say.

I heard Kevin telling part of the order to the other guy, and noticed
that Kevin has sort of a girly voice, but it's kinda cute for him. Goes
with his looks a little.

Thankfully, there weren't but a few people in the place, so I was able to
get in line with only a few in front of me. As I was standing in line, it
got to where there wasn't but one guy left before me, and he was giving
them a hard time as they fixed his sandwich.

The guy was a real asshole, complaining about the sandwiches and the
service and all when no one else who had been there and left ahead of us
seemed to have any problems. The whole ordeal was peppered with remarks
like, "I said NO mayo! There had BETTER not be any mayo on this
sandwich!" and "What takes you so long?! You guys are SO stupid and slow,
I should get a freakin discount for waiting..."

The guy was just going on and on, being a real jerk the whole time.

Meanwhile, Kevin was just taking all the crap, doing his best to get the
sandwich done and get the guy out I imagine, and I could tell he was
getting upset, but trying not to show it and just go about his business.

It was pissing me off too. I'm standing there, hungry as hell, and having
to listen this jerk be an asshole to them while they're clearly doing
their best. Finally, 'Bad Eric', my evil twin/alter ego, showed up and
butted in line ahead of me. Normally, 'Bad Eric' doesn't show unless I've
been drinking booze or something, but this guy was just too much, it was
like calling the BAD ERIC HOTLINE or something!

'Bad Eric' walks up and bumps into the asshole real hard, nearly knocking
him over,

"Careful...", I said, blood boiling underneath.

I'm a nice person, but 'Bad Eric' has crazy, scary eyes, and the asshole
was visibly shaken, but still pipes in trying to be big,

"I didn't hit you, you walked into me.", said the asshole trying to
muster up a defiant look that was pretty transparent.

I then got up real close to the bastard, looking him dead in the eyes and
said in a low voice,

"No, I didn't. You were being careless and you walked into me."

There was a girl behind the counter with Kevin and the pothead who makes
the sandwichs, and they were all watching us, sort of afraid of me, but
they'd stopped what they were doing to see what would happen next. I
looked at them,

"You all saw it, he bumped into ME when he wasn't watching were he was
going..." I stated, not as a question, but a fact.

Kevin and the girl were frozen and didn't say a word, but the

pot-head speaks up,

"Yeah man, he hit you, definitely."

The jerk was starting to look a bit scared, then Bad Eric says,

"You need to go now. Take your stuff and go."

The asshole starts to say something about his sandwich or the mayo or
something but I just cut him off, "You need to leave now, and if you do,
I'll just forgive you for bumping into me earlier.", this time, still
quiet, but with a look that told the jerk that I wasn't gonna say it
again.

I reached onto the counter and gave the guy his sandwiches and soda then
patted him on the shoulder. He gets the idea and leaves without another
word.

After the door closed, and the guy was no longer visible through the
plated glass windows, the stoner guy breaks the silence with his slightly
addled sounding laughter and says thanks. Kevin isn't saying much, but I
just tell him,

"Don't worry about that guy, he's just an asshole, so don't let him get
to ya."

I placed my order, got my sandwiches while making polite conversation
with them, then took a seat at a table and chowed down. As I'm eating, I
can't help but look Kevin over a time or two, or maybe a little more.
There were a few times when I was looking that I caught him looking at me
too, and he just smiled back before returning to what he was doing. The
girl gave me the once-over too. She is nothing special like a
'Baywatch-babe or anything, but I guess they both liked what they saw.

As I was getting ready to leave, I headed by the counter and held my hand
out to Kevin and asked him his name. We talk for a bit, and he seemed
like a genuinely nice guy. As I was getting ready to leave, I casually
asked him what time he got off work, then said my good-byes and headed
out, knowing that would not be the last time I saw Kevin.

The next night rolled around, and I showed up at the restaurant about
fifteen minutes before closing and order a couple of sandwichs, saying hi
to the people behind the counter, including Kevin. Rather than sit inside
and eat though, I headed outside to my truck and wait for closing time.

Finally, they began to leave, Kevin was last out and was locking up the
place and it was then that I called him over. He walks up and he talks to
me through the window, maybe a little surprised I was still in the
parking lot.

I was joking around and playing it cool, hoping he would loosen up and
not be nervous.

After we'd talked a little, I offered him a ride home, but he turned it
down at first, but still stuck around to talk to me. We talked for a bit
longer, and he still seemed a little timid, probably because he was still
thinking of 'Bad Eric's' appearance the night before. I just continue on
friendly and say,

"Come on and hop in, I'm a really nice guy when I'm with nice people!"

Kevin laughs as he opens the door and climbs in, and we drive
off.Finally, I convinced him that I'm a nice guy, so he climbed in and we
drove off. After a few minutes of driving, he says,

"God I'm hungry, but I'm so sick of Quizno's."

I laughed, even if it was my favorite place, I guess it could get old if
I ate it and smelt it and cooked it everyday.

We ended up going to Wendy's, and we just sat in the parking lot talking
as he ate. We sit in the parking lot and he eats and we talk. He seemed
to be really shy, half the time avoiding eye contact. I looked him over
and noticed again how cute and innocent he looked, and his shyness just
added to it. He brought me out of my thoughts when he spoke around a
bight of hamburger,

"Um, thanks again for kicking that asshole out of the store last
night..."

I could tell he had been pretty shaken up by it, so I just said 'you're
welcome' and left it at that.

I was the one pretty much guiding the conversation, asking him about what
he does and where he's from and such.

"Well, I'm a freshman in college, um, I pretty much listen to music and
go to movies with people and stuff when I'm off work..." he continued on
and I figured now would be as good a time as any to make my move,

"So, have a girlfriend?"

That made him stop dead in sentence, and he looked a little nervous again
as he answered, "No...I don't."

I just smiled, trying to show I didn't mean anything by it and I say,

"Well, there's nothing wrong with not having a girlfriend, I mean, you
can just hang out with friends and have plenty of fun."

After that we simply sat quietly for a while, and I glance up to see him
looking straight at me. Our eyes met, and we were caught just staring at
each other. Finally I said

"What do you wanna do?"

"What ever you want."

With that, we drive off and I end up parking by some storage building. We
looked, and there wasn't a sould to be seen,and it was really dark out,
not many street lamps or anything. I reached out to rub his smooth arm,
my hand trailing up to his shoulder and I quietly asked him what he liked
to do.

He looks as me with a coy smile, "I want to make you feel good."

I'm sure I had a big grin when I said, "Let's go."

-The smile on his face got bigger as he moved over closer to me, his warm
hand rubbing my cock through my jeans. It didn't take but a second for me
to be as hard as a steel rod, then he unzipped me and gently but
hurriedly reaches in and pulls out my 'beer can' cock. It was hot and
throbbing, and twitched as his thumb brushed over my flaring helmet.

He didn't waste any time as he leant over and gulped my cock down and
starts sucking me off. IT WAS AMAZING! just as I knew it would be and
better! He used those plump lips and his tongue to slather all over and
around my cockhead, I was in heaven, and savoring every moment of it. I
ran my hand over his head as he bobbed up and down, up and down, every up
stroke and down stroke a little different than the last.

"Dude...you're a fucking pro man! Please don't stop...", I gasped, and I
kept telling him how good it was. All

you could hear in that old truck besides our heavy breathing was his very
loud, wet, slurping, and that paired with his seemingly inborn cock
sucking ability was about to drive me through the roof! I admit, it was a
little clumsy being in the truck and all, but it was still the best blow
job I had ever had!

I couldn't help but groan as he expertly slid up and down my pole, taking
me to the root and playing with my heavy balls. The windows were totally
fogged, and my head fell back with a long grunt and he keeps on givng the
best fucking head ever.

After another little while, a car goes by and he gets a bit scared. I was
nearly to dazed to even notice a car! I almost pleadingly say,

"Please don't stop, finish me off. I promise next time we will do this
proper."

I don't know if it was the encouragement, or if it was the words 'next
time', but he really went after it then and sucked like his life depended
on it! I nearly came unglued as the feelings spread over me in a wave
that streamed from the very tip of my cock into my swollen balls, down my
legs and up my chest and neck before exploding back out of my cock when I
finally thrust up once more and hosed the back of his throat with cum.

He kept on sucking, my knob lodged in his throat as he moaned around my
cock, gripping my thighs with his hands and thrust himself down again and
again, making me see stars, I had never came that hard in my life! Even
after I was done, he cleaned it up, greedily licking up every drop of my
juice.

Later, after getting ourselves together, we began the drive to his place.
Once arrived, we exchanged numbers, and we agreed to get together again.
Soon.