Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 16:33:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Part 7 of Kevin

First of all, want to thank my readers for their comments.  Some of my
readers will be interested to see "themselves" emerge as characters in this
part of the story as well as the previous part.  It's been fun writing you
into the story.  Hugs to all!

From Kevin 6...

"I made up my bed, dropped my shorts, and decided to jack off to the day
and everything that happened. In my head Kevin was pounding the shit out of
me once again and declaring his love.  I was panting and in heat as I
pulled him into me and then I thought I saw another's eyes in lust watching
us, and then came and came and came all over me!!!!

Well tomorrow is still another day, isn't it?  But I was much happier now,
relieved, comforted, and sated for the time being.

However as I fell asleep, I had a sudden jolt when I realized that I didn't
know if the eyes that had been watching Kevin and me were really lustful.
Thinking back I thought they were actually hateful.  Couldn't be hateful,
could they?  Leftover paranoia from Iraq, I thought... If I only knew..."

I took my time enjoying my coffee, bacon and eggs.  Had a leisurely shower
and washed my cum off me.  Washed Patrick's off of me, too.  Still couldn't
believe he used me to get him off.  Definitely not sure how I felt about
that... I mean he had been a really good friend last night and had listened
to me and gave me good advice.  He had rescued me from my funk.  But still...

Anyway, I got dressed in my church clothes, not too fancy, but not casual
either, and took the bus down to the small Episcopal Church on the bypass.
I had grown up Methodist and still respected the Methodist church.
However, I had realized at some point that something was missing.  One of
my friends in the Army had asked me to go to church with her one Sunday
(long story with an unhappy ending).  Turned out she was Episcopalian.
Well, she and I didn't have a happy ending, but I fell in love,
immediately, with the Episcopal service.  I realized this was what I had
been missing and never looked back.

I put on my bulky choir robe and went to practice with the other choir
members.  We were doing a beautiful John Rutter piece this morning and I
was looking forward to it.  Unfortunately I had to switch from bass to
tenor at the last minute, once again, when one of the student tenors didn't
show up.  Sigh.  I can sing that part but not easy for me.  Made me think
about the fact that Kevin was a real tenor. Hmmm...

I resisted the come-ons from a couple of the ladies my age to have lunch
with them, telling them I had to get back to studying for tests tomorrow.
I did grin thinking what their reactions would be if I said I already was
"engaged", but to a gorgeous young man.  My smile faded though when I
thought about the word, "engaged".  Were we?  What were we?

I finally got back for lunch, soup and sandwich, and got ready to go to the
game.  I decided to ride over there and get some exercise.  I tried to
decide what to wear. I knew Kevin would be wearing his Carolina Blue jersey
and shorts that would bring out his dark hair and blue eyes.  In my mind I
could already see his muscular legs pumping as he ran up and down the
field. I could see his luscious thighs and remembered what they felt like
around me... Damn, I'm swelling up.  I decided to dress "down" hoping he'd
see me in the stands and remember, too!  Grin. I can be wicked when I want
to.  I found the cleanly washed, too small, sleeveless white tee shirt from
yesterday.  That would do.  I decided on bigger shorts in a dark blue,
though, in case I got hard from watching Kevin play.  Grin again.  Athletic
shoes, black.  Looked at myself in the mirror.  My goofy grin grinned back
at me.  The tee showed every contour of my chest.  You could even see my
hard nipples push it out. I posed for a few minutes and did some bicep
curls.  Yup, that'll do!  LOL.

I packed a big bottle of sunscreen in case I decided to lose the shirt
during the game to give Kevin a real show.  Since he had "lost it" the
first time I had peeled off my tee in public we'd see how he reacted now.
That thought stopped me in my tracks, though. Was I setting up a test for
him?  Hmm... I frowned at myself in the mirror when I thought that.

By the time I got to the game, it had already started.  Attendance was a
little spotty, especially since it was against archrival N.C. State.  I
mean State wasn't terribly good this year, but Carolina certainly was.  I
had found out we were in the top ten!

I was able to get a seat pretty near the field, right behind where Carolina
had set up its bench.  I was so low down I couldn't see the action very
well, but I wanted to be as close to Kevin as I could.  I tried to find a
spot where he could see me from the field, though.

I settled in and easily picked him out.  My heart started pounding as I
took in his male beauty.  Yeah, he sure was gorgeous all right.  He was a
figure of male grace and strength as he played.  I couldn't take my eyes
off of him.  The rest of the teams sort of faded into the distance as I
simply just watched Kevin play.  Again, I sank into a kind of obliviousness
to the rest of the world as my complete attention was on Kevin.

Suddenly, I was jarred out of my rapture when a naked arm shook mine and
then shook my head!  What the fuck!

"Do you do this often?  Do you space out like this often? Maybe you really
should see the doctor!"

"Patrick!" I yelled.

"Yes?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Watching the game, unlike you."

I just shook my head.  What the fuck was he doing here? I looked over at
him finally.  He was dressed just like last night.  His sleeveless tee
showed off his upper body as shamelessly as mine did.  He had put on bigger
shorts, but I was guessing he was still going "commando" without underwear.
He was still hot.  Guess that should be no surprise, but somehow it was.
And his eyes were looking at me with genuine concern.

"I decided I had better come see the source of my best friend's fixation."
He scanned the field and focused on Kevin.  "Very nice.  Taller than you,
nice dark hair, I'm guessing dark blue eyes.  Sculpted, athletic, body and
probably has a nice cock and ass, too, although that's not so clear through
those baggy shorts.  Really wish they'd do something about that style.
Makes gay men very unhappy.  Probably has a nice smile, too, although he's
concentrating on the game, unlike some people." And then he winked at me.
Damn him.  Busted.

OK.  Time to take back the high ground here.

"Look about last night..."

"I used you.  Get over it."

I stared at his bluntness in amazement.  "Best friends don't use each other
that way..." I began.

Again he interrupted me.  "You needed to be jarred out of your funk.  I
needed your hot hunky body.  We were best friends to each other, in the
best way, as we both helped each other and gave each other what we needed."

I stared at him once again.  I hadn't really thought about it that way, but
there was a certain logic to what he was saying.  The star debater had
emerged, it seemed.

"I mean", I started over again, "I had no idea what was going on and why
you would do that..."

"No", he interrupted me yet again, "you wouldn't. Did you ever ask anything
about me last night?  Did you ever try to talk to me and understand me in
the way I tried to understand you? Do you know much of anything about me?
Well, mister, I know you well now.  I hope at some point you'll care enough
to get to know me, too."

And with that he turned away from me and looked off into the distance.

Fuck. I felt lower than slug spit.  He was absolutely right.  I had been a
total shit, using him, to get everything I felt about Kevin out in the
open.  Who could actually blame him for using me, too, even physically?

"Look, Patrick" I said and grabbed his cute bare arms.

"Don't" he said and shook me off.

I could tell he was making an effort to control himself.  "We're not here
to talk about me right now, although I hope we can at some point.  We're
here to watch Kevin." He looked at Kevin who was still concentrating hard
on the game and hadn't seen me yet.  I looked at the scoreboard. It was
1-0, Carolina.  Still a close game.

"I can see why you're in love with Kevin.  If his personality and soul are
anything like his body...and if he loves your hairy, Army, macho-ness, I
definitely understand everything you told me." Again the deep sadness
emerged for an instant.  "However, I'm not sure if you realize you're not
the only one in love with him."

"What do you mean?" I asked with surprise and shock.

"Watch the game, really watch the game.  You'll see it, too, I bet,
Mr. Army man."

Still stunned, I took his advice.

After watching for a while even I could tell that Carolina was trying to
lure State into a state of complacency before beginning the lightning fast
attack I had read it was known for.  Suddenly all hell broke loose! The
Carolina goalie had caught a fairly inept State strike.  Instead of kicking
it out he threw a long two handed pass to a waiting Carolina defensive man
who immediately side kicked it to Kevin who was all alone hear midfield.
Without even as much as a full stride he gave an effortless kick to the
open left side striker who immediately head butted it to the right side
striker who caught it with his chest and kicked it immediately into the
goal past the shocked goalie who was totally out of position!  2-0 Carolina
in less than a minute of play!  Wow!  I stood up and cheered.  Damn they
were good!  I yelled out "Kevin, Kevin"!  I couldn't help it. He had set up
that play.  I had seen it all.

I have quite a yell, from singing and playing the tuba.  Kevin heard me and
found me in the stands.  His fierce expression melted into the glorious
smile I love so very much!  I could see he was saying, "Jacob"!  I yelled
back, "way to go Kevin"! I could see him laughing.

And then he was caught up in a huge hug.

The right striker who had scored the goal, picked Kevin up as if he were a
boy and ground his body into Kevin's in as sexual a hug as I've ever seen
in public and kissed him.  What the fuck?  I know soccer players do that
kind of thing, but hadn't actually seen anything quite like this.  What the
fuck again?  Who the fuck was this dude?

I felt Patrick trying to get my attention.  Reluctantly I gave him my
attention.  He handed me the program for the game and pointed at a name on
the Carolina starting line-up.  He pointed at the name, Marco Cabrillo,
right striker.  There was a picture of an absolutely beautiful guy next to
the name.  Long, chestnut hair, deep brown, sparkling eyes, 6'4, 185
pounds...I turned back to the field.  Marco was still hugging Kevin.  He
hadn't let go.  He had ignored the other striker near him who had set him
up for the goal and had run to find Kevin for the hug. He was hugging Kevin
much too tightly and much too long.  I'm not a jealous person, but I
suddenly flushed with anger.  Who gave him the right to hug Kevin that way?
I started to stand up and make my way down to the field, not thinking at
all, just reacting.

I finally realized that Patrick was practically on my back, trying to get
me to sit down.

My rage subsided then.  I was being a fool.  I decided Kevin was just being
friendly to Marco and accepting his excitement, nothing more.

Patrick got my attention once again.  He pointed at a man standing and
clapping near us.

Wow!  If you can imagine the completely mature Kevin, here he was!  The man
near us was beaming Kevin's smile, clapping and yelling.  He had silver
sideburns contrasting with his dark hair and deep blue eyes. Late 40s?  He
had Kevin's body and Kevin's shoulders, waist, and legs.  He was dressed
like Patrick and me and his big biceps flexed as he clapped away.  I think
my jaw dropped and I saw that Patrick's had.  If this wasn't Kevin's dad
then the Pope wasn't Catholic!  I saw Patrick lick his lips with lust.  I'm
not sure I didn't either.

I looked back at the field and was completely floored by the resemblance.
Marco finally let go of Kevin who immediately turned to search for me in
the crowd.  I yelled, "Kevin" as loudly as I could again.  Kevin found me
and beamed at me again.  I beamed right back at him.  I could see he had
found his Dad near us and gave him a thumb's up sign.  Then he turned back
to me.  Suddenly Marco put himself between Kevin and me.  With his bigger
body he blotted out Kevin.  His eyes found mine.  With a shock I realized
his look of hate was the look I had seen last night as I was cumming.  Oh
shit.  War had just been declared.  Well, if he wants a fight, I'll give
him one, dammit!  I glared back at him, just as strongly as he glared at
me.  We both nodded slightly at each other.  Challenge thrown down.
Challenge accepted.

Just then someone took hold of Marco and dragged him to the side.  It was
time to recommence play. I looked at the man and was again surprised.  This
was obviously the head coach of the team.  It was just as obvious that this
man was Marco's Dad! If not quite as tall and muscular as Marco, he was
certainly just as good looking, even if probably the same age as Kevin's
Dad.  He looked like he'd have no problem taking the field and keeping up
with the 20 year olds.

Play recommenced.

I watched for a while, figuring Carolina would play a defensive game until
halftime and hold on to its lead.  Yup.  Kevin wasn't doing much more than
keeping State from mounting much of an attack.  My attention wandered and I
looked at Patrick.  To my surprise I realized he wasn't watching the game
either.  I could see him scoping out first Kevin's Dad, then Marco, and
then Marco's Dad.

I cleared my throat.  "Now who's not watching the game?"

To my delight, he actually blushed a bit.

"Busted. So many men, so little time", he murmured.  I laughed as he quoted
that old saying, "inverting" the "normal" point of view.

"So, who's it going to be?" I asked, laughing still.

"Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo," he answered, looking at Marco, Marco's Dad,
Kevin's Dad, and turned to me for the "mo".  That made me blush a bit, too.
The boy was certainly hot.

"Well, this will require a great deal of `research', won't it?" he
remarked.  He smiled a very mischievous and devilish smile. I started to
sweat a bit.

He leered at me but said, "No worries, Jacob.  I'm not going to even try to
interfere with you and Kevin.  I can see what's there between you two and
respect that.  However, if he lets that Latin heartthrob steal him away
from you, I'm there for the rebound fuck, you macho Army hunk!"

I grinned at that, despite myself, and despite my new worries about the
fight Marco and I had just launched for Kevin.

"Anyway", he said, "let's talk, at least, a couple of times during the week
when you're not studying.  You owe me the chance to tell my story."

I nodded, abashed again.

"OK, I'm going to start my `research'", he said.  "No time like the
present." He picked the program and his stuff, but turned to me before he
left and said, "Jacob, wait until the second half before taking off your
shirt." What? I thought!  "You're so obvious.  Don't forget how well your
best friend knows you.  And, yes, I saw that you saw who loves Kevin, too.
I saw the looks you guys gave each other.  I know you're getting ready to
fight for him and will use whatever weapons you have in your arsenal." With
that he gave me a quick grope to the crotch, which made me gasp! He grinned
again.  "And you told me his reaction to your naked chest when he first met
you.  So, the fact that you'll strip in public for him again is merely a
logical deduction." He thought harder.  "Oh, go down to congratulate him at
halftime. I bet he'll have thought of a way to spend `quality' time with
you after the game. He'll want to tell you about it then." He frowned then
and the sadness reemerged.  "He loves you very much Jacob.  Don't forget
that." He then brightened.  "Now to see if the apple doesn't fall far from
the tree, or is it if the block the chip is of is like the chip.  Hmm,
neither one of those work, do they? Anyway, time to see if the father is
like the son!"

With that he made his way over the Kevin's Dad.  While I couldn't hear
their conversation it was obvious that Patrick was congratulating Kevin's
Dad on Kevin's assisted goal.  I saw that the Dad was first a bit puzzled
by Patrick, but then quite proud.  He smiled that glorious smile and
Patrick smiled back with his no less devastating smile.  That gave the Dad
pause!  He started to reevaluate this young man who had just introduced
himself.  I grinned as I could see the Dad start to scope out the very hot,
nearly naked, young Patrick, and that he liked what he saw!  Wow.  Maybe
the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and the block and the chip do have
a lot in common!  My grin got bigger as I saw that when the Dad finally
raised his gaze back to Patrick's face he realized that Patrick was scoping
him out just as thoroughly!  LOL.  My laughter deepened when I saw them
catch each other's eyes and saw them recognize each other's sexual interest
and suddenly smile even bigger time at each other!

Well, Patrick had hooked his "fish", hook, line, and sinker.  He'd be able
to complete his first "research" project.  Just a question of time, now...

Halftime finally!  I made my way down to the field and, just as Patrick had
figured, Kevin rushed over to greet me and grab me in a big hug.  I held
him, absolutely adoring the feeling of his big sweaty body in mine.  He
looked me over and said, "Damn, you look great!  Love the shirt!"

"Don't get too attached to it", I said.  I'll probably have to take it off
some time during the second half to get some sun." His eyes widened and I
grinned big time.  "Wow", he said.  "I'll look forward to that. Anyway,
I've worked it out to have some `quality time' with you after the
game. Meet me outside of the locker room about a half hour after the game.
Promise me you will?" he pleaded.

I smiled at his choice of words, same as Patrick's.

"Of course you big fuck", I replied. His smile became wider at my choice of
words.  My ass twitched in response!

"I'd better go before I get a hard-on.  Can't wait Jakey!" He turned and
ran away.

I murmured, "I can't wait either my Kevin." I turned and felt malevolent
eyes boring into me before I even saw them.  Marco nodded at me again,
promising a fight.  I changed my tactics.  I suddenly gave him my sweetest
and most innocent smile and then turned and walked back up into the stands.

I waited until halfway through the second half before losing my shirt.  I
stripped it off slowly and carefully.  I then made a show of applying
sunscreen all over the newly exposed parts of my body.  I looked to the
field to see if Kevin had noticed.  His face was hot and red and not from
playing.  Guess he did.  However, realized after looking around that he
wasn't the only one who had noticed.  Both Patrick and Kevin's Dad had
noticed and were staring.  They were now even holding each other's hands
surreptitiously.  Mutual seduction there was progressing well.  Others had,
too.  I even heard a couple of wolf whistles.  I blushed big time then.  It
was all I could do to not put my shirt back on.  Then I saw Marco's glare.
I gave him another big smile and decided to use all of my "weapons" as
Patrick had advised.  I stayed shirtless for the rest of the game, giving
anyone who wanted a show.  However, just before the end (Carolina was now
up 3-0 on a nice shot from the left field striker) I left to avoid anyone
who wanted to meet me and made my way towards the designated assignation
place.  I knew I'd have to wait but didn't care.  I was able to pick out a
place where I could see everybody exit the locker area but not have the
players exiting see me.  Eventually the whole team left.  I was most
interested in seeing Marco and his Dad leave, deep in conversation.
However, was very disappointed to hear them speaking in rapid Spanish.  I
didn't know much Spanish, sigh. And close up, their male beauty, both of
them, was a bit overwhelming, even depressing.  I suddenly wished Patrick
really good luck with both of them, if he decided to continue his
`research'.  That made me smile.  Finally Kevin came out, barely dressed,
and looked around for me.  I showed myself after teasing him for a few
minutes.  Yeah, guess I do have a wicked streak. His relief was
palpable. "Come on Jake, come on", he said.

He led me into the bowels of the stadium.  He took a set of keys from some
pocket and unlocked doors and relocked them until finally we were in some
kind of training room with a massage bench in the middle with a shower room
attached.  He stopped and looked at me with a barely restrained grin and
said, "Mr. Trainer, I think I pulled a muscle.  Would you mind working it
out for me?" He looked so eager and adorable that I wanted to kiss him.
Later, I thought.  Playing along, I asked, "and where is this muscle, young
man?" "Let me show you", he replied.

He quickly dropped his shorts (no underwear) and was naked from the waist
down.  Wow.  I was salivating!  He pointed to his left butt muscle.  I went
hard in seconds.  Without prompting he stripped his shirt off and was
totally naked before me.  He smiled at my bulging eyes and lay down on the
massage table giving me full access to his totally naked body.

As soon as I had any control over my body I sat on top of him and started
to massage his butt muscle.  I'm actually a pretty good masseur.  Don't ask
how I learned.  I could tell that Kevin hadn't expected that.  He was
getting seriously turned on, judging by his moans.  He only interrupted me
to complain that my clothes were chafing him and could I please take them
off?  The wily bastard!  I did what he asked and was soon naked on top of
him.  He then asked me to do his shoulders, and could I please lie on top
of him to add heat to his lower back, too? It was all I could do not to
chuckle. He had planned this out well!  Soon, my naked, hairy chest was
tickling his back.  I massaged his shoulders while frotting his backside. I
sensuously rubbed my naked front against his naked back.  Soon, he was
pushing up his butt, trying to catch my cock with it, writhing beneath me!
Wow, this was some seduction scene!  I desperately wanted to sink my cock
into his virgin ass and give him what he was asking for!  Yet, yet... Not
yet.  I opened his crack with my thick cock and started sliding my cock
between his cheeks.  I started fucking his crack with my cock, our sweat
allowing me to slide it around with ease.  I started to slam his back with
my front.  I rubbed our bearded faces together and whispered in his ear,
"does this help all of your muscles, young man?" He just moaned.  I could
tell he was close.  I then suddenly stuck two fingers in him and found his
prostate and hit his button!  He actually squealed then and came! I let
myself cum all over his beautiful butt then, too!

We both came down slowly from our high.  I kissed him softly, still on top
of him, relishing the feeling of his butt against my crotch.  Damn, he was
beautiful absolutely everywhere.

Eventually we both wound down.  I got off of him and helped him to his
feet.  He swayed a bit.  I had forgotten how hard he worked when playing
and he had now had another workout that included a major sexual episode.  I
held him and put him back on the massage table. I got him a big glass of
water and made him drink it.  Got him a second one before letting him up.

He finally focused again and looked at me.  "You really, really, love me,
too, don't you?" he asked.  I nodded yes.  He looked satisfied.  Silence,
except for the click of the old-fashioned clock on the wall... We both looked
at it with dissatisfaction but then saw the time.  "Oh shit", we both said
in unison.  No long languid shower for us today. Huge sigh of
disappointment... We jumped into the shower, scrubbed each other in 30
seconds, washed the cum and sweat off as fast as we could. We both got
dressed quickly and exited as quickly as unlocking and relocking doors
allowed.  We finally were back outside and had to leave each other.

He kissed me deeply and passionately and turned to leave.  I knew I would
"hate myself in the morning", but I had to talk.

"Kevin", he turned back, "Marco loves you, too." There, it was out.  To my
surprise he laughed out loud.  Marco's as straight as an arrow.  But thanks
for the laugh." I thought, he may be straight as an arrow but he's shooting
with a recurved bow!" I didn't know what to say but was suddenly a bit
afraid.  "Kevin, just be careful." He laughed again.  "Of Marco?  Don't
worry, Jakey.  We're just teammates.  However, he is teaching me Spanish."
I bet he is, I thought, although he'd rather be teaching you "French".
What could I say then?  With huge misgivings I let him go after another
soul-shattering kiss.

I rode home quickly.  I wanted to go to Patrick's apartment to get advice
but then realized I didn't know where he lived.  And of course he could be
with Kevin's Dad, too.  And what the fuck was Kevin's Dad's name anyway?

I ate very quickly.  An entire night of studying awaited... I sat down and
asked God for strength.  I guess I received it since I started studying
then.  I slept between 3 and 6 and went over details I had decided would be
the most important on all the tests.  I made it into school, and did the
very best I could on the tests. I skipped band practice, sent the director
a note about why, and came home and fell asleep without eating supper.

About 10 PM was awakened by a loud knocking on my door... I finally woke up
enough to stagger to the door, not even realizing I was still dressed.  I
opened the door to find Patrick looking me over.  "Long, but very pleasant
afternoon before a long night studying and a long day taking tests, eh?" he
said.  I nodded.  "I won't keep you long and will let you go back to bed
very soon.  And you will sleep better in your PJs, I thinkÑor in your case,
naked I guess." He looked me over again. "Actually, what I was going to
tell you can wait.  But let me tuck you in before I leave." And he actually
did just that.  I was so tired.  I thought I saw a huge look of lust on his
face when he stripped me naked.  I thought I heard him murmur, "Jacob, if
you only knew how beautiful you are". But I knew I was imagining all of
that.

He drew back the covers and tucked me in. He put a glass of water by my
bed.  He kissed me good night, although on the lips in a kiss that almost
woke me up.  He hurriedly let that go.  He started to turn out the light
and then asked, "What time do you need to be up tomorrow?" I was almost
back asleep.  I mumbled, "nine?" "Fine", he said.  "I'll take your keys and
lock your door for you.  I'll unlock it early and put your keys in the
couch.  I have a 9:15 I have to make.  However, we're talking tomorrow
night.  There's a lot you have to know."

At least I think that's what he said. I was snoring within minutes...

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