"Kevin"

When I was 16 I hung out with a guy named Brad. We were great friends, we
hung out a lot.  He was my best friend until I was 17, he went into the
Army. Brad was girl crazy and so was I, but he was naturally muscular and I
was a bit chubby.  Brad got all the fine girls and I got the fat ones
... there was something overall unsatisfying about the situation. I have
always considered myself straight, but one day in April when I was hanging
out at Brad's house, I met a boy who would change my life forever.  Maybe
not forever, but for a good long time.  His name was Kevin.  Kevin was 13
years old when I first met him.  Brad, his sister and I were smoking
cigarettes outside in his appartment's parking lot when Kevin came running
up a hill from the woods below.  He and some friends were blowing up action
figures with fireworks on this warm night in April. When I saw Kevin, it
was love at first sight.  He was short and slender, with brown hair and
beautifully cute brown eyes. For one reason or another, I always had a foot
fetish and I knew Kevin's feet would be the cutest I'd ever seen.  Well, I
didn't see him again for the next 2 months. We said hi to each other here
and there, but nothing much.  A wonderful and unexpected thing occured the
first time I saw him barefoot.  It was the first day of July.  He was
babysitting for some neighbor kids across the street from his house and I
had come over to sell him a CD I no longer wanted.  The place he was
babysitting at was near Brad's house, but Brad was at work for the day.  I
walked through the door, mentally crossing my fingers that he'd be not
wearing shoes or socks.  He wasn't.  My mouth watered.  His small, compact
feet glowed in the summer sun's rays. They were perfect in every way, with
small stubby toes and a short arch. His ankles were a shade whiter than his
legs from usually wearing socks.  I felt overwhelmed at first, but I carried
on with some conversation.  Mostly about music.  Beyond being strikingly
cute, Kevin was a good kid.  We had a lot in common.  Two or three hours
passed while he babysat for a 3 year old boy named David.  Kevin put him to
bed for a nap and we just watched TV.  Finally at 6 P.M. he pulled his
white socks back on, threw on his Adidas soccer shoes and went home as the
neighbors were back.  Kevin had some problems with school and other things
over the next 2 years, so I didn't see much of him.  I looked forward to
him turning 14 (always a boy's cutest age). We drifted, though.  I was with
an older crowd anyway, and had little time to be hanging with 14 year olds.
One day, though, me and Brad were at a park in the suburbs just bumming
around and fishing when we saw Kevin there.  He was there with a girl named
Angie.  Angie and Brad started talking, which actually turned into kissing
so me and Kevin took a walk.  Suddenly, he stopped walking.  He hugged me.
Arms wrapped tightly around my chest, he whimpered a few words of how much
he missed me.  I couldn't believe it!  Not wanting to kill a good thing, I
played along and hugged him back.  He asked me if I wanted to go in the
building up the hill and hang out.  I said ok.  The building was an
administrative office of some type with a few hallways and multi purpose
rooms.  We found a nice bench to sit on and started talking about random
things.  Finally, I kissed him. His lips were soft and innocent, just like
I'd expected.  I swirled my tongue inside his tender mouth as I gazed in
his precious brown eyes.  The only day I'd see him at 14, this happened.
It was a divine gift.  "Will you suck my dick?" he asked.  Not really
knowing what to do, I just unzipped his pants and licked his penis.  I
smacked and slurped until he stiffened.  Kevin moaned with silent pleasure
as I gently gnawed his boycock.  What seemed like an eternity of lust
turned out to be only 3 minutes when he exploded. His brown eyes glemed
with delight.  My cock was nearly puncturing through my jeans it was so
hard.  He shot his load, boycum oozing in tiny globs.  It tasted sweet.  I
ate it all.  When he was finished, we kissed once more.  It was a long,
slow and sweet kiss.  But we had to go.  Had to meet Brad and Angie because
Brad had to be home.  Nothing happened ever again between us (me and Kevin),
we remained friends but hung out with different people because he moved to
a different city.  The funny thing is, I never had the desire to have an
experience like that one.  It was the one and magical sexual experience with
a boy, and I could have not asked for one better.  I came out straght, but
I still think of him often.  What a cute kid.