Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 21:58:41 -0600
From: Mike <gay69boi@hotmail.com>
Subject: the gaming group

Chapter 1 - Kevin & Me

The following story is fiction and involves homosexual acts.  If you don't
enjoy this subject or are for some reason not supposed to be reading this
then don't.

The people in this story are real.  Their descriptions are as real as I can
make them.  The actions in this story are fiction, however much I wish it
otherwise.


            I met Kevin at a D&D game.  I remember watching him walk into
the store where we played. I really had to concentrate not to stare and
give myself away.

            I guess I should tell you a little about Kevin.  He is 6',
about 150 pounds, hazel eyes and brown hair.  He is absolutely beautiful,
as only 15 can be.  I spent the entire session watching him when I thought
no one would notice.

            It was several weeks later when he wore shorts to a session.  I
wanted to eat him alive right then.  He has incredible legs, with a light
fur of black hair.  Over the course of the next weeks I managed to catch a
glimpse of his bushy, sexy, underarm hair, and his happy trail!

            Well, Christmas finally arrived and the group arranged a little
Christmas get-together.  I had volunteered my house as the location.  I
spent some time picking out the perfect outfit, one that made me look as
good as possible.  I couldn't wait to see what Kevin wore.  I guess I
should mention that Kevin was by no means the only fine boi in the group.
His brother Travis was enough to make my heart skip a beat as well.  Travis
is 17 and not as muscular as Kevin.  And though I wouldn't have kicked him
out of bed, my heart belonged to Kev!

            When Kev arrived he looked so sexy.  Dressed in loose fitting
Dockers and a tight black t-shirt I couldn't help but stare.  We did the
normal party things, listening to music, talking with each other, and
trading gifts.

            We were watching a movie, "The Grinch" when I noticed that Kev
was acting pretty board.  I leaned over and asked him if he wanted to try
out my new game cube.  We slipped out of the room and headed upstairs to
mine.

            We were lying on the floor playing the cube when Kev shifted
his legs.  I about crap when I saw what he dragged out from under my bed by
accident, it was a porn magazine!  SHIT!  Kev immediately grabbed it and
opened it up.  Of course the problem was that it was a gay magazine.  I
just about died inside.  He didn't react like I thought.  He kept looking.
I was losing control.  I just sat there and watched him and waited.  When
he reached the end of the magazine he closed it and slowly looked up at me.
He had this odd look in his eye.

            "Would you really suck my dick if I asked?" he said

            What the hell was I supposed to say to that?  I wanted to suck
his dick but what if he was testing me?  He just continued to look at me
with that serious look in his eyes. Screw it.  "Sure", I replied.  I was
scared silly.

            He rolled over on his back, unbuttoned his pants and slipped
them down over his hips.  He was wearing green silk boxers that were
sporting a large bulge.  "Suck it." he said in a voice that brooked no
argument.

            This was the moment I had been waiting for, dreaming about for
months.  I still wasn't sure this wasn't some sort of twisted test - but
what can a guy do?  He was watching me stare at the bulge.  Suddenly the
contents of those silk boxers jumped.  I saw him smile.  "Come on, I know
you want it."  He whispered in a husky voice. "I've known you wanted it for
a while."

            THIS made me look up.  He had a smirk on his face.  "Do you
really think I didn't notice you watching me all the time?" he continued in
that confident voice.  "I was beginning to get a little jealous when I
noticed you look at my brother that way sometimes."  He moved his hand down
and groped his package, shaking it at me.

            What was I to do?  The only thing I could do.  I reached out
and touched his leg, stroked really.  Felt the hair on his leg.  It was so
soft.  I moved my hand up his leg and over his thigh.  While I did this I
slide over closer to him.  I was watching his face closely.  He was looking
into my eyes with that look of contentment.  Our faces were close; the
light in the room was dim, the moment seemed right.  I leaned in and
touched my lips to his.  I watched as his eyes close and felt his hand
touch my chest lightly.  I thought for a moment he was going to push me
away, instead he grabbed my shirt and pulled me to him.  I opened my mouth
and our tongues touched.  Electricity shot through me.  It started
tentatively but dissolved into passion.  My hands snaked into his shirt,
feeling his chest.  My hand found his nipple.  I gently twisted it.

            His other hand found its way to my ass.  He groped it, digging
his fingers into my cloth covered crack.

            "Please."  He whispered.  I knew what he meant.

            Our lips separated and I moved down his body.  The head of his
cock was protruding from those sexy boxers.  My tongue gently licked his
head.  In the soft light of the TV I hadn't noticed the wetness.  I tasted
his boy-juice for the first time.  He was leaking profusely.  I slipped my
hands beneath the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down.

            I pulled up to look at the prize before me.  I couldn't help
but be surprised.  At 15 he had a very nice piece of equipment.  It looked
to be about 7 and a half inches.  It was cut and visibly throbbing.  I
couldn't resist any longer.  I dove for that cock like a thirsty man for
water.  I quickly swallowed it down to the root.  My nose rubbed pubes.

            He moaned, loudly, maybe even too loudly, but I didn't care.  I
could feel his cock harden and grow larger. He was about to shoot.  And
while I wanted it to last longer I wanted to taste he juice more.  I kept
moving up and down on his hard dick, squeezing his balls lightly.  His
hands were on my head, but not controlling my actions.  He was running his
hands over my head, caressing me, tenderly.

            His first shot hit the back of my mouth.  I quickly pulled up
so I could have his cum on my tongue.  He shot again, and again, and
again. I swallowed and swallowed.  He was all but yelling with pleasure.
Finally the pulses stopped.  I held his softening cock in my mouth until it
was limp.

            I let it fall from my mouth and moved back up.  He was looking
at me with an odd look.  I didn't think about what it meant, I just acted
on it.  I leaned into him and kissed him again.

            I was nervous that he might pull back, knowing that his own cum
was just in my mouth.  He didn't.  On the contrary, his tongue all but
cleaned mine out.  To say I was surprised yet again is an understatement.

            In the interest of our safety I broke the kiss.  "We should get
back downstairs before someone comes looking for us."

            He pecked my on the lips, "I guess.  Did you get off?"  He
started getting dressed.

            I smiled, "Oh yeah.  The first time I've ever cum without
touching myself!"

            Later, when the party was breaking up and everyone was leaving
I was saying goodbye to all.

            "I enjoyed the show." Travis said with a smile.

            "Yeah, it's a pretty funny show." I answered.

            He winked, "No, I meant the other show."

            With that he was out the door and into his car.