Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 22:36:54 +0800
From: Lady Poetess <egiggles@moose-mail.com>
Subject: The Gentlemen's Club: Kevin

THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Kevin

By and copyright Lady Poetess

http://www.gentlemensclub.cjb.net


Disclaimer
This story is fictitious and bears no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


For that guy who keeps bombarding me with requests for a Kevin Zegers story --
you know who you are. I hope you like this one.

ONE

Dan Cortese was at lost for words. His eyes were feasting on the sweetest sight
he could think of: young, hard flesh of youth. He leaned against the fence and
silently watched the young man work.

   He didn't know his aunt still had it in her to hire pool-cleaner boys this beautiful.
The cleaner was the sort he thought only existed in pornographic films: smooth,
tanned, muscular flesh all over, except for the inch of pale white skin revealed
when those Speedos trunks lowered when the youth bent down over the pool.
The sun caressed the youth's skin like a connoisseur, over well-sculpted biceps
that bulged with the youth's motion, over that beautifully tapered back, and over
tightly muscled thighs. And when the young man turned to face Dan, Dan sighed
and one hand absently moved to cup his bludgeoning erection as his eyes
feasted on bronzed pectorals and taut washboard stomach.

   The young man, Dan also realized with a sense of disappointment, looked
very, very young. Tall, but there was no denying in that young man's sweet,
cherubic baby face. The young man, boy actually, couldn't be any more than
seventeen.

   Dan's erection hurt, and he couldn't help but to rub it against his palm. Damn,
he never wanted anything this bad before. What he wouldn't give to sink his face
between those taut, hard-looking buttocks, or better still, his aching cock right
between those buns and up that tight muscular pucker that guarded the boy's
anus.

   "Danny?"

  His aunt's voice had the effect of instantly dispelling his lust more effectively
than a bucket of iced water. Danny straightened up and tried, behind the cover of
the fence, to push his dick down his pants.

   Big Mama Cortese, as he and the rest of what's left of their family called the
family matriarch, marched down her garden lane. "Danny, why didn't you come
in? You're in luck -- I have corn custard cakes heating in the oven. Come over
and show Big Mama how much you have grown!"

   Dan was thirty years old, but to her, he was probably permanently twelve and
still a gawky, awkward kid just growing into the tall, well-made gorgeous hunk
he'd like to think he was today. Okay, so he wasn't as handsome as those pretty
boys that one could find everywhere in New York in his field of business, but he
had this Italian chiseled face bones that gave him an elegant demeanor where
everything else couldn't. Since he started making money, he had started buying
better clothes too. Classy, handsome clothes that while weren't branded and fatal
to his bank account still made him look good and cultured. Dan had left those
ghettos of his life without a backward glance. He didn't miss it.

   But his aunt was a walking proof of his past that he wanted to forget.
Unsophisticated, loud, and even now wearing a dress that looked like a rainbow-
colored bed sheet, Big Mama might lived in this house Dan bought her, but she
retained her roots and it unfortunately showed.

   "And meet Kevin here. He's Edna's grandson and he is seventeen," she
announced, unknowingly confirming Dan's fears.

   Kevin stood up and perhaps conscious of Dan's hunger, just simmering under
his pleasant facade, crossed his arms over that perfect chest. "Hi," he said
simply.

   Dan, evil bastard that he was, wanted to see those perfect pectorals and those
ripe, crowning dark brown buds that were Fred's erect nipples, so he extended
his right hand. "Hi, I'm Dan, Big Mama's useless nephew."

   "Kev Zegers," the boy said, his eyes knowing as he reluctantly took Dan's
hands.

   And Dan knew then: the boy knew this game. Not that Dan was surprised. A
boy so beautiful couldn't stay ignorant of the lust he ignited for long. Trying not to
wonder if this boy actually played the game rather than just being aware of it, he
tightened his grip on the boy's hand and felt another violent surge of arousal
exploded in the base of his spine at the feel of the boy's surprisingly rough and
callused skin against his palm.

   "Come on, come in, you too, Kev. I have breakfast ready."

   Dan couldn't help sighing -- it seemed a waste when Kev casually pulled on a
loose white tee over his glorious body. The long tee fell until midway of his
thighs, thus eliminating his body from Dan's appreciative gaze.

   "Coming, Big Mama," Dan said, and oh yes, he was evil. He placed his arm
around Kev's shoulders, again enjoying the delicious feel of those muscular
shoulders, and pushed the boy along.



Kevin Zegers knew he was being lusted after. He knew this game, although he
didn't play it. Adults terrified him, because their lust were always more... real
compared to those games he played with the girls in his school. This Dan's
heated gaze on Kev's body and face -- oh Dan tried to hide it under his
handsome, always appealing face, but Kev had been at the receiving end of such
want for too long not to know. It was the same reason Kev quitted most of his
sports team and stayed on in swimming only because old Mr George never
elucidated any interest in him. The coaches in baseball, football, and basketball
teams scared him because of the way they looked at him.

   Maybe it was something strange in him. Men, even married men, looked at him
the way Dan looked at him now, and Kev knew too well these same men would
blame him for their 'slip-ups' should he let them have him.

   As he nervously fingered the cake in his plate now, he tried to keep up with
dear Big Mama's conversation with him and Dan. Dan, he learned, was a
pharmacist from New York. Kev had never been to New York, or even out of this
place. Big Mama had the only house with a pool, a big house built by Dan who
must loved her, and Kev often came here to seek sanctuary from his life. Big
Mama treated him like a seventeen year old instead of a forbidden fruit to be
lusted over, and he could be free to be a teenager under her maternal gaze and
care.

   But Dan's presence had changed all that. Dan wanted Kev, and Big Mama's
house was no longer safe. And the thought caused Kev to panic; he wanted to
protest at the unfairness of it all.

   Dan was watching him again, although he was discussing things easily with Big
Mama. When Kev was younger, he thought maybe it was just his vanity that
made him think adults were watching him in ways they shouldn't be. But when
his gym coach tried to kiss him two years ago, he knew he wasn't imagining
things. Just the way Dan's heated gaze occasionally thrown his way was real.

   Kev's stomach rebelled at the thought. Dan, just like the others, would be
unfailingly polite. Soon they would try to bribe him with gifts, as if he was a dumb
pet, until they would lose it and try to touch him. When Kev pushed them away,
they would blame it all on some lapse of judgment. It would always be his fault,
because they couldn't help the way they reacted to him. It was his fucking fault
for looking the way he was. Fucking bastards, all of them.

   "So, I'll let you take care of the house while us gals have fun in Europe," Big
Mama announced.

   Sharp pain tore into his hand, and he realized Dan and Big Mama were
watching him in surprise now. Why not? He had just shattered the glass in his
hand.

   "Oops," Kev said. To Big Mama, he asked, "You're leaving?" as he tried to
tamper down the panic in his voice.

   "Didn't I tell you? Oh silly me, my memory is definitely going. I am going to visit
Europe with a few friends. Dan needs some time off from his job, so I asked him
to come over and stay here for as long as he wants to. Oh, don't worry, Kev, you
can still drop by. I've told Dan this is your home as much as his."

   Kev was afraid of that.



"There, you'll be okay now." Dan finished bandaging Kev's wounded hand with
clean gauze.

   Kev watched him, stunned despite himself. The man had the gentlest touch
Kev had ever experienced. He touched his gauzed hand lightly, still feeling the
imprints of Dan's fingertips even through the layers of bandages.

   "Just don't clean the pool for a while," Dan said in that gentle voice of his. "I
thought you were a pool boy when I first saw you," he said. "Big Mama told me
you just like helping the house."

   "She's seventy-two," Kev said carefully. "Someone has to do the harder works
around here."

   "Thank you," Dan said, surprising Kev.

   "Why?"

   "For taking good care of Big Mama while I'm not here," Dan said. "She keeps
driving away all the hired help I find her. Two months ago the last maid fled
because she told me she would go mad if Big Mama kept fussing around her like
she always did. I tried to visit often, but I know it's not enough. How long have
you been coming here?"

   "Six months," Kev offered.

   "I see, your own parents don't mind?"

   "They don't care." Kev caught himself in time. Dan had this air around him, Kev
realized, that made it easy for Kev to feel at ease around him. "They are going to
divorce any day soon," he couldn't help continuing, not when Dan looked him
questioningly that way, as if he wanted to listen to every word Kev had to say.

   Dan shrugged. "My parents divorced when I was sixteen. You'll get over it. Just
don't do stupid things like blaming yourself for your parents' problems, and you'll
save yourself in therapy bills later on in life."

   Kev smiled, he couldn't help it.

   And Dan said, "I love it when you smile." He couldn't help it.

   "You are no different from the others," Kev said.

   Dan didn't pretend to misunderstand. "I think you are too young," he just said. "I
don't think there will be a moment when I will forget that."


TWO

Lucinda was complaining that he was neglecting her. It was all Kev could do to
escape bumping into her after school. In fact, he regretted fucking her already.
He didn't like the way they always wanted more from him. He just wanted to be
left alone. He told her he was busy, and that he would take time to be with her
this weekend, he promised.

   She suspected that he was seeing someone behind her back.  Understandable
-- Kev was going steady with another girl when Lucinda got him. Maybe now she
was finally beginning to understand what a lousy catch he was. Underneath his
beauty, Kevin wasn't that pretty after all.

   Kev pulled on a fresh change of clothes after a cold shower, and he paused as
he contemplated the sole bottle of cologne he had. Downstairs, he heard the soft
clink of glasses -- his mother was already working her way through her daily
drunken binge, and it wasn't even evening yet. The pain was always there, never
blunted by familiarity or cynicism, and it was all Kev could do to ignore it.

   Dan was alone in that big empty house, and Kev was going there. For a
moment, Kev hesitated. The thought of them both alone, and Dan an adult who
could turn violent with lust, should had terrified him. But he couldn't help rubbing
his bandaged hand in his uninjured hand, remembering every gentle touch of the
man as Dan soothed the sting away, and he couldn't help feeling rather stupidly
that Dan would never hurt him. He thought he had learned by now never to be
lulled by the sense of security adults offered. But Dan had gotten to him
effortlessly with a gentle touch.

   You'll get over it, Dan had said.

   Yeah, he'd get over it, Kev told himself defiantly as he looked at himself in the
mirror. He had no idea what he was doing when he carefully uncorked the
cologne bottle. At least, that was the excuse he would stick to.

   The thought of having Dan as a friend was too tempting, and that scared Kev
the most. Adults were dangerous, and he knew Dan might be the most
dangerous to his own safety.


THREE

The week passed in a blur, and Kev didn't know what hit him. Dan, as he
promised, never forgot that Kev was too young. As a result, Kev realized that the
man never touched Kev, not unless he had to. Even when they sat down and
watched TV together, Dan always kept a distance between them, even if the
distance was a mere inch easily crossed.

   Kev didn't understand this man. Dan still wanted him, oh yes, because Kev saw
how Dan still looked at him when he though Kev wasn't looking. And in a
perverse way, Kev started to find the man's tightly controlled emotion flattering
and even exciting.

   They somehow did become friends. Kev told himself that the warmth he felt
when Dan took him in his car and together they went to the bar downtown and
played pool -- he was just glad the routine he had wasn't broken. Dan and the
house were just an escape for him. When his parents finally killed each other,
Kev would move on, and he would forget Big Mama, the house, and Dan. And
the warmth he felt when Dan laughed at Kev's pathetic attempt at telling a joke,
that was just relief because Dan kept his word.

   And the fear when he watched Dan becoming very friendly with Johnny Angelo,
the bartender, that was just normal, because if Dan and Johnny somehow
jumped each other's bones, Dan wouldn't want Kev around the house anymore.
Nothing more, Kev thought stubbornly as he watched Johnny and Dan danced a
slow, intimate round to Reba McIntyre in the silence of the bar long after closing
hours. (Johnny was nervous that Kev was around, but Dan had laughingly told
him that as long as their clothes stayed on, Kev had nothing to fear.)

   He thought of Lucinda. They hadn't fucked for two weeks now. She was right.
He had been a lousy boyfriend. Maybe he ought to be boning her more often. But
somehow the thought of boning Lucinda wasn't as fun as he'd hoped. He rested
his chin on his hand and watched the two men danced and laughed, studying the
way Johnny's right leg lifted slightly against Dan's left, and hated the two men
with all his heart.

   That was two nights ago, and tonight, he only watched as Dan whistled and
carefully combed his hair before the mirror. Kev sat on the bed and tried to think
of something bitter and sharp to say. Only, the truth came out instead. "You said
we will watch the game tonight," he said bitterly. "Together."

   "Did we?" Dan turned, and his face softened slightly. "I've forgotten. But look,
I'll make it up to you someday, okay? This is my big day with Johnny. I think he's
the one," Dan said, winking and flashing his pearly white teeth. "And oh, make
sure you are gone by midnight. I don't want you to see anything you don't want
to."

   It was disgust that heated Kev's face and caused his eyes to sting. Fucking
queers, he tried to tell himself. He hadn't much idea how Johnny and Dan would
actually fuck each other, but the thought of them together, touching, comforting
each other... it hurt. Kev looked away, trying to control his pain. Always, he was
alone. Big Mama left him for Europe. And now Dan would leave him for Johnny.

   "Hey, don't look so bad," Dan said, and Kev couldn't help but to look at him
hopefully, even if that mere act of looking hurt so badly.

   He didn't want Dan to see his suspiciously moist eyes or Dan to pity him. Dan's
hand halted in the instinctive action of reaching for Kev, and Kev saw again
desire warred with control on Dan's face. Even now, Dan couldn't touch Kev
without having such lewd, dirty thoughts about him. Kev felt a hysterical laugh
bubble in him -- he wanted to be touched, can you fucking believe that? -- and it
was all he could do to tamper it down. He couldn't tamper the bitter self-hatred
that overwhelmed him at the moment, however. He hated being this fucking
beautiful. He wanted... he wanted...

   Dan made a pained sound, and turned his back to Kev. "I have to go," Dan said
in a low voice, now turning his attention to his bottle of cologne. "Lock up before
midnight."

   Kev pulled his knees to his chin and stared after the closed door long after Dan
had left.



Kev felt gentle fingers shaking him awake what seemed like an eternity later. He
shook off the fingers, wishing nothing more to return to bliss, emotionless,
conscienceless darkness of sleep, but his senses came to full alertness when he
heard a man whisper, "Look, Johnny, I don't think you should stay here."

   Dan. Kev tucked himself into a tighter circle and pretended to be asleep.

   He heard Johnny mumble something, then the soft closing of a door. And then
he felt Dan gently shaking him again. "Kev? I'm sorry. It's just that... I'm so sorry
if I hurt you, Kev."

   Just go away and leave me alone, Kev wanted to say, but Dan's fingers making
slow, circular presses on his shoulder were creating a delicious mind-numbing
pleasurable sensation that pooled at his spine and slowly spread to every inch of
his body. He bit back a sigh and straightened and relaxed his legs along the bed.
"It's okay, Dan. I am just being selfish," he said softly in all honesty.

   "You are too beautiful, and I can't resist," Dan said softly. "But I know I
shouldn't. I can't stay with you without going mad. You know that, Kev, don't
you?"

   "Yes," Kev said, opening his eyes to look at Dan. "Now get the fuck out of
here."

   "What do you want from me, Kev," Dan asked instead. "You are behaving so
strange these few days, what is going on? I thought you want me out of your life,
and now when I intend to do that, you act like the jealous lover!"

   "I am not jealous! I am not like you! I am no fucking fag!" Kev yelled, sitting up
and pushing Dan away. "Damn it, I hate you! I fucking hate you, and I wish
you've never come here!" he shouted, or maybe screamed -- he didn't know
through the blinding tears in his eyes. "I hate you," he sobbed again.

   "It's okay," Dan said. He hesitated, his hands frozen in the act of initiating a
hug. But one look at Kevin and he cast off his fears. He took the boy in his arms,
trying to ignore his instinctive erection at the feel of hard muscles against his
chest and stomach or the way Kev's muscular thighs snuggled between his with
his knees occasionally brushing the crotch of Dan's jeans. "It's okay," he said
again.

   Kev shook his head, and then it happened. Both didn't really know how it
happened, but Kevin only became aware of Dan's arms tightening around him
and of the softest, gentlest lips on his own. In a roaring thunder of his heartbeat
drowning his hearing and every other senses but his touch, he couldn't help but
to respond, opening his parched lips to be moistened by the other man's moist tip
of the tongue. Slowly, Dan ran his tongue along the boy's upper lip, licking away
the dry flecks and smoothing over cracks of that velvet, flushed skin; and when
Kev moaned and opened his mouth wider, Dan let his tongue lave the lower lip
thoroughly. Only then did he take Kev's mouth, urging the boy's tongue to run
against his as he gently sucked the pooling saliva from the boy's mouth.

   And Kev's arms lifted to encircle Dan's neck, to deepen the kiss.

   Only when Dan's palm landed on Kev's bare stomach did the boy gave a
violent start. "No!" he hissed, pushing Dan away as hard as he could. "Get off
me!"

   "What the fuck...?" Dan climbed off the bed to look at Kev in bewilderment.
"What is wrong with you?"

   "I knew it! You are just like them. Dirty, fucking pervert!" Kev said harshly,
touching his bleeding lower lip and looking at the blood on his fingers in
bewilderment. "You just wanted to seduce me like all the others."

   "What did they do to you?" Dan asked.

   "Nothing. They wanted, they lusted after me." Kev angrily pulled off his shirt.
"They wanted this body. They all wanted this body. You want me? Come on, fuck
me. I can't stop you, can I?" he sneered. "Come on!"

   Dan looked at him hard. "One day you will push me too far," he finally said.
"Don't think I'm not fucking sissy you can mess around with, Kev. One day, you
will push me too far and God help you then."

   He slammed the door behind him hard.



FOUR

Dan knew the boy was up to something when he came back from his evening jog
the next day. The house was quiet, too quiet. He was about to push open the
gate when he saw Kev at the poolside. Deja vu hit him -- reminding him of the
first time he saw the boy. Only this time Kev wasn't alone.

   A slim, curvy teenage girl was having her nipples feasted by Kev as she
straddled the boy's thighs on one of the pool chairs. They were both nude, and
there was no mistaking what they were doing, and what they were doing next.
Dan thought absently that it was a good thing this house was pretty isolated from
the nearest neighbor. He should look away. He couldn't.

   Kevin was glorious? He was stunning naked. A perfectly sculpted statue of
David could only be more perfect in his stunned estimation. Kevin's shapely,
well-muscled thigh lifted the girl, bouncing her closer to him. She giggled as Kev
whispered something to her before his lips closing over one of her rosy nipple.
One hand of his slowly moved down her back before closing over her buttocks.
She groaned -- and Dan watched, transfixed, aroused, as one finger slowly
slipped up her pulsing, engorged vaginal lips.

   She shuddered, arcing her back at the penetration, which only exposed the
boy's raging cock to Dan's eyes. A proud, thick erection that only proved that
Kevin was a man in at least one department, the engorged purple-red tip already
soaked with a layer of lubrication.

   "Oh, give it to me," the girl cried. "I miss your cock, Kevvy baby!"

   Kev's answer was a wicked grin as he lifted the girl by his hands on her thighs,
and one hand moved to position his cock. And she couldn't sit on that cock fast
enough, Dan noted enviously, his own cock threatening to burst in his pants. He
groaned softly, his hands on the gate to steady his weakened legs.

   And Kev looked straight at him, a triumphant, even cruel smile on his lips.

   Look away, Dan told himself, look fucking away. But he couldn't. Kev grinned
wider as he knew he had won this game. Slowly, knowing Dan was watching
him, he guided his girl's hips to move slowly, letting Dan see every inch of that
proud cock as it penetrated and withdrew from her. Dan gritted his teeth at the
sight of that thickly-veined shaft slowly embedding deep up that girl's cunt before
withdrawing just as slowly, that thickly-ridged tip causing the engorged vaginal
crown to be pulled out slightly with its retreat. Even if Dan closed his eyes, he
could still hear Kev's low, harsh grunts and his girl's high moans and the sound
of their wet coming together.

   When he opened his eyes, the two had changed position. Now she was lying
on the chair, her face buried in his shoulder as Kev pumped her in missionary
position, his long legs thrusting that shapely buttocks up high with each
withdrawal of his cock, and each hard down thrust only drew a sharp gasp of
pleasure from her -- that cut right into Dan's envious, angry heart. And Kev's eyes
never left Dan's throughout his increasingly hard fucking of his girl.

   In defiance, Dan silently pushed open the gate, not caring what the
consequences would be. He stood there, where Kev could see him clearly, and
he unzipped his pants. Every downward thrust of that boy's cock into her cunt,
Dan matched with the upward stroking of his own hard cock. And when Kev
threw his head back and shouted his wracking climax, Dan was there with him,
his own ejaculation spewing into his hands.

   Kev would pay for this, Dan thought through his blinding fury in his head. Oh
yes, that boy would pay.



Kev was not sorry he did that. It wasn't his fault that Dan came back while he
was fucking Lucinda. Okay, so he knew Dan would be coming back at that time,
and he wanted Dan to pay. He wanted to hurt Dan the way he made Kev aware
of his own weakness and hence hurt. But one look at Dan's face as the man
calmly licked his hands of his own ejaculation before walking into the house, Kev
knew he had pushed Dan too far.

   Thankfully, Lucinda didn't want to stay, saying that she had to be somewhere
after this. As if Kev cared. But now, he was aware that he was alone with a very
furious Dan in this isolated house.

   Yet, defiantly, he cleaned himself quickly in the pool and pulled on his long tee
shirt. And when Dan walked into the pool area, Kev looked at him with as much
courage as he could muster. This time, however, the kind man in Dan was gone
-- in his place was a cold, hard man with almost reptilian eyes. Kev didn't know
this man at all. He panicked at last, and started to run.

   Dan's hand shot out, catching him. Kev tripped, stumbled, and landed on the
cold tiled floor, the impact softened by Dan's catching him. "No!" Kev gasped
when Dan moved over him. "Please, Mr Cortese, please..." he gasped. But
Dan's eyes were solely on Kev's cock, exposed by the lifting of his tee shirt, and
still raw and red from his fucking of Lucinda. And the man's gaze sent a twinge of
alien arousal up Kevin's senses, and despite his fear, his cock hardened under
the man's hungry eyes.

   "Who's the fag now?" Dan murmured, and without waiting for Kev's answer, his
mouth closed over that hard penis.

   Kev had had his cock sucked since he was thirteen, but he couldn't recall
anyone who sucked as well as Dan was doing at the moment. Tongue and
suction blended pain and ecstasy that caused Kev to shudder and arched his
back even as he spread his hips wider, and soon he was coming in Dan's mouth
in a scorching climax that was far more impressive than the two times he came in
Lucinda's deliciously tight cunt.

   Dazed, he could only welcome Dan's rough kiss. And on his own accord, he
lifted his hips, his still hard cock rubbing between the groove that guarded Dan's
anus, the sultry mixture of saliva and precum on its shaft and tip wickedly tickling
Dan's hairy cleft. And their eyes met and for a brief moment, the kind Dan
resurfaced -- "Are you sure?" Dan murmured. Kev only nodded and then he
gasped as he felt the unbelievably tight sensation of Dan's ass closing around his
cock. He hadn't fucked ass before, since all the girls he had been with said that
he was too big and he would hurt them that way, but now, all he could think of
was -- wow!

   His orgasm, needless to say, was just as incredible.



He could feel Dan's fingers toying with his anus. Kev sighed and snuggled
tighter, pushing his back tighter against Dan's front. For three whole nights they
had fucked in their nightly rendezvous. Kev's parents were too busy fighting to
notice Kev climbing out his bedroom window, and he was for once grateful for
their neglect.

   Three whole nights of torrid ass fucking, dry fucking, even oral sex that was
everything Kev could only imagine and more. He found that he quite liked the
taste of semen, and he took to sucking Dan's cock like a kid to candy. In fact, a
mutual blowjob was his favorite form of foreplay. But all those nights, Dan let Kev
be on top. But tonight... tonight they both sensed that Dan wanted something
more. Earlier, his fingers had pushed themselves up Kev's anus as Kev pumped
Dan. The insistence was unmistakable.

   Kev spread his thighs wide, signaling his consent. He held his breath, waiting
for the sensations of the unknown... then the wide cock crown of Dan was
pushing against his anal pucker. Kev screamed in pain into the pillow when it
pushed deep. There was a painful feel of tearing muscles shifting apart to
accommodate the invasion of Dan's thick penis. "Take it out!" Kev actually
whimpered, tears running down his cheeks.

   "Be brave. It'll be great, I promise," Dan said roughly, pushing only deeper.

   Kev gritted his teeth hard and shuddered as that cock threatened to rip him
apart. Then Dan started to move, and he felt his breathing ease. Soon he found
himself getting used to the man's rhythmic, gentle pumping. There was also a
wicked pleasure generated by the friction of his prostate against the engorged
crown of Dan's cock. Oh yes, oh yes -- the pleasure began to mount and Kev
found himself urging Dan to move harder, faster, to fill him up. The pain was
there, but now it was a perverse form of pleasure that only increased the burning
sensations that pooled at the base of spine, threatening to burst out to inflame
the rest of his senses. He wanted that, oh yes, and he knew the only way he
could release the fire in his loins was to have Dan fuck him even harder -- harder,
harder, harder!

   Dan grinned as Kev practically screamed for him to fuck him harder, the boy's
hands gripping every part of Dan's body that they could in bruising grips. Damn,
the boy's virgin ass was the tightest, hottest ass he had ever fucked! The
tightness, the moistness, and the boy's arousing frenzy -- all were too much for
Dan. His control broke, and he roared as his semen jetted in hot, scorching
spurts up Kev's convulsing anus. And his first filling of male juices, stinging his
badly torn anal walls, finally drove Kev over the brink. He met Dan in their violent
coming, and one hard final slamming of Dan's groin against his sent Kev into his
own white-hot orgasm.

   Kev lay there, watching the ceiling as he tried to regain control of his breathing.
He was very aware of wetness seeping out of his painfully burning anus and
along his thighs. He was also aware of Dan's falling heavily beside him, and the
man's similarly disorientated state.

   He turned to look at Dan. "I think I have just been thoroughly f-u-c-k-e-d," he
said shakily.

   Dan grinned, and that grin soon melded into a hearty laugh that was so
infectious that Kev laughed along.



EPILOGUE

"Ready?" Dan placed the last of the bags into the back of the van he had traded
his car for.

   Kevin nodded as he locked the gate. He was supposed to be following Dan
back to New York and stay for only a week or two. But he had a good feeling that
Dan would have a hard time sending him back here. And Kev had gotten used to
Dan in his life that he didn't want to miss the man. He wanted to be with Dan; that
was all he knew.

   "God, you are beautiful," Dan said as he opened the car door for Kev.
"Sometimes I have this crazy dream that I will never let you go. How stupid can
that be?"

   It was the best idea Kevin had heard of. But he knew Dan would need time to
get used to the thought. And when Kev told him that he intended to stay in New
York for good, whether with or without Dan, he was sure Dan would come into
that thinking. He would try, even if it meant he trying to trust Dan.

   Surprise -- he trusted Dan.

   "I have this crazy idea that I'm in love with you," Kev told him carefully.

   "Hmm. When that happens, I guess my dream will have to take place too," Dan
said. As he started the engine, he turned to Kev. "Look, remember, I can get into
trouble if word gets out that you and I are fucking each other."

   Kev nodded and looked forward to his new life with not a little trepidation and
excitement in his soul.