Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 19:23:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: While Minding Kevin - 3    (Revised)

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contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys with
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While Minding Kevin - 3

Shaun poured hot water into two bowls of instant cereal as Kevin sat down
at the kitchen table. "Oatmeal, toast with peanut butter, some orange
slices, and a glass of milk," he announced.

"No Sugar Pops?" Kevin teased.

Shaun rolled his eyes, "Yeah, like that's ever going to happen again," He
chuckled, thinking of how much the family's eating habits had changed since
Kevin became diabetic.

Both guys started in on their oatmeal.

"Speaking of boners!" Kevin mumbled just before taking a bite of toast.

"Boners? We weren't talking about boners!" Shaun laughed.

Kevin turned his head, "Yes we were, last night, remember?"

Shaun shook his head. "That was twelve hours ago, is your brain always that
far behind?"

Kevin blushed, "No, but I went to bed thinking about boners, and I woke up
this morning still thinking about them."

Shaun smiled. "That's because you're thirteen. You won't be able to think
of anything else until your hormones settle down."

Kevin scrunched up his face. "Okay, so anyway, I was thinking of boners
this morning." He paused as Shaun snickered. "And I got to wondering, have
you ever done stuff?" he asked the last more softly.

"Done stuff?"

"Yeah, you know, sexy stuff," He said quietly, biting his lower lip.

Shaun looked closely at his brother. There was curiosity in his eyes, not
the usual playfulness he would have expected. It was clear Kevin was being
totally serious.

"No, I haven't done any sexy stuff," Shaun answered softly.

"Oh, I just wondered," Kevin shrugged, and looked down at his bowl.

"Have you?" Shaun teased, assuming what the answer would be.

Kevin giggled. "No!" but then he blushed in the cutest way.

It was quiet for a moment, and Shaun was about to go over the days plans.

"Oh, one more thing," Kevin said, crunching on some toast. "You need to
help me with the washer tonight."

"Why?" Shaun asked, puzzled.

Kevin got a mischievous look. "I kind of made a mess on my sheets," he
giggled.

A smile came over Shaun's face.

"What? I can't help it, I'm thirteen!"

* * * * *

Shaun put the "back in ten minutes" sign up on the snack counter and headed
forward. The head was in the bow, and he really needed to take a leak. Brad
was doing his part of the narration, so there wasn't anyone to spell him
for a few minutes.

He locked the hatch, unzipped, and got down to business. The boat was
rolling a bit more than usual. He found himself struggling to maintain his
balance, his aim, and his dignity all at the same time. "Fucking waves!" he
muttered as his stream of pee went off target and trickled down the
bulkhead. He finally managed to finish up, tucked his junk away, and then
used some toweling to clean up after himself. He washed his hands and
checked his hair. He heard that Brad had finished his part of the script
and another guy had taken over.

Just as Shaun exited, Brad came down the companionway stairs.

"Needed a piss, huh?" Brad grinned.

"Yeah!" Shaun laughed, "By the way, nice job on the narration!"

"Thanks, I almost know it by heart now," Brad grinned.

Just as Brad said that, the boat rolled again. Shaun was tossed off balance
and tumbled forward. Brad instinctively reached out, Shaun falling clumsily
into his arms. A second later the boat pitched back the other way, and Brad
had to tighten his grip to keep Shaun from crashing backwards.

Shaun looked up, Brad's arms wrapped around him. He was beyond embarrassed.

"Oh, man, I'm really sorry," Shaun stuttered as he found his footing and
stood up.

Brad chuckled, "No problem, but I think you're the first guy to ever throw
himself at me!"

Shaun felt his face grow hot, his embarrassment had to be obvious.

"It was a joke," Brad said softly with a smile, seeing the look on Shaun's
face.

Shaun wasn't laughing. He felt really awkward. "I've got to get back to the
counter," he finally mumbled and hurried away.

* * * *

Shaun double checked that the stern line was secure as Brad made the final
walk-through.

"All passengers off the boat," Brad radioed to the skipper.

There was a squawk, "Roger, all passengers off the boat!" came back on
Brad's walkie-talkie.

Shaun watched as Brad put the chain across the gangway.

"Done for the day," Shaun sighed.

Brad nodded. There was another awkward silence.

"Look, I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you, you know, when you were
coming out of the head," Brad said, stepping a little closer to Shaun.

Shaun looked down; he couldn't look Brad in the eyes. "Forget it, it was
just one of those things."

"Shaun, I can't forget it," Brad said softly. "Please, will you look at
me?"

Shaun looked up.

"I've seen the way you stare at me. I know there's something going on."

Shaun's face grew pink, and his eyes glistened. He was on the verge of
tears. "I have to go," he said hurriedly and tried to leave.

Brad reached for his arm, and gently held him back.

"Wait, one more thing."

Shaun turned, but didn't intend to stay long.

"I just wanted to say it's okay," Brad whispered. "I like you, too."

The boys looked into each other's eyes for a long moment, both no doubt
trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

Shaun blinked. "I really have to go," he said, and pulled away.

Shaun looked back as he drove away from the dock. Brad was standing in the
same spot, watching him. Brad gave him a little wave as he sped off.

Tears filled Shaun's eyes.

* * * *

Kevin was talkative as he climbed on the back of his brother's scooter for
the ride back home. "Wow, we had an amazing day!" he gushed. "Daryl and Bob
and Mike brought engine nine over, hooked it up, and sprayed water over
everything!"

"That's cool, Kevin," Shaun said softly, not showing the same enthusiasm.

"They even let some of us turn on the lights and sirens!"

Shaun made sure the strap on Kevin's helmet was tight. He gave him a gentle
slap on the top of the head. "Hang on, time to go."

* * * *

Kevin noticed his brother's mood shortly after they arrived back home.

"What's wrong?"

Shaun gave Kevin a look and then shrugged as he headed for the
kitchen. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Kevin followed him. "I know bullshit when I hear it," he declared, reaching
his hand into the cookie jar.

Shaun gave him a stern look, "Cookies?"

Kevin shrugged, "Just one. So, what gives?"

Shaun filled a pan with water, put it on the stove and turned on the
burner.

"Bad day at work," Shaun finally said, opening the cupboard door and
reaching for some pasta. "Go test, I'll be up in a minute."

Kevin thought about pressing the issue, but then decided to let it go.

* * * *

Both boys were quieter than usual as they ate. Kevin tried to make some
small talk a couple of times, but Shaun answered with only a word here and
there.

They cleaned the kitchen and headed to their rooms.

After about an hour, Shaun looked in on his brother.

"I'm sorry," He said softly, standing in the doorway. "I wasn't much
company for you at supper."

Kevin nodded. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay."

Shaun smiled, "Thanks."

It was quiet for just a moment and then Kevin chuckled. "Are you ready to
help me with the washing machine?"

Shaun laughed, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot!"

Kevin got up from the floor where he had been playing a video game.

"You take that side," he motioned toward the right side of the bed. He went
to the left, and, a few seconds later they had Kevin's bed stripped down to
the mattress.

The basement laundry room was just down the hall from the family
room. Mrs. McGrath had insisted on a well lit space with linoleum flooring,
fresh painted walls, and ample room for hanging clothes.

"First you need to choose the water temperature," Shaun explained, pointing
to the three choices of cold, warm or hot. "Then the size of the load," he
pointed to buttons for Mini, Small, Medium, and Large, "and then whether
you want an extra rinse. The last thing is to set it for permanent press or
regular."

Kevin looked a bit bewildered.

"It's easy," Shaun reassured him as he tossed in quarter of a cup of
detergent. "I think we'll add a little of this too," he said, tossing in a
half scoop of color safe powdered bleach.

Kevin pushed the buttons that he thought would be best.

"You got most of them right," Shaun laughed softly, selecting hot water
instead of cold. "I think sheets with `baby batter' on them need hot." He
laughed.

"Baby batter?" Kevin giggled.

"Cum. You know, the stuff that makes babies?"

Kevin grinned. "I know what it does! I just never heard it called that!"

The washer started.

"You're lucky mom wasn't home to see this," Shaun smiled.

Kevin blushed.

"She'd definitely know what it was and where it came from."

Kevin shifted uncomfortably.

"Next time use an old towel or something."

Kevin nodded, now clearly embarrassed.

Shaun leaned against the dryer. "So what were you thinking about when you
squirted?" he chuckled.

Kevin got a playful look. "Really want to know?"

"Yeah," his brother laughed.

"I saw these pictures on the internet. This really cute girl had a guy's
thing in her mouth."

"A blowjob."

Kevin blushed, "I was imagining it was my dick in there," he grinned.

Shaun laughed. They smiled at each other for a moment.

"Did you ever have one of those?" Kevin asked softly.

Shaun shook his head. "No, I told you before, I haven't done any sex
stuff."

"But you've thought about it, right?" Kevin's eyes twinkled.

"I'm a guy, of course I've thought about it."

"I wish someone would give me one!" Kevin said playfully.

"A blowjob?"

"Yeah."

Kevin gave his brother the same look as when they were both under eight
years old and were about to get into mischief.

"You're a gay guy and you just said you've never done anything. Want some
practice?"

Shaun rolled his eyes and laughed. "Practice on my brother?"

Kevin laughed. "Sure, why not? Come on, you know you want to try it."

Shaun settled down. "You're serious."

"I've been going nuts wondering what it feels like," Kevin
blushed. "Besides, it's not like we haven't seen each other's dicks."

Shaun stared at the smile growing on Kevin's face. "You're not kidding are
you?"

Kevin shook his head. The tension was beyond belief.

Shaun stepped closer, put his hands under his brother's arms and boosted
him up onto the top of the washer. Kevin squeaked with happiness. Shaun
looked into his eyes and slowly rubbed the front of his brother's jeans.

"A blowjob, huh?"

Kevin grinned.

Shaun felt Kevin's cock firm up under his hand. A bulge appeared.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Shaun said, giving his brother a
final look.

Kevin wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and pulled him closer, in
fact close enough that his forehead touched Shaun's.

"Don't worry, I won't tell mom," Kevin said with a little laugh and a grin.

Shaun smiled. He held his brother lightly around the waist. It was a tender
moment. Shaun felt the warmth of Kevin's body and let his hands wander up
and down a bit. He rubbed Kevin's tummy as the boy snuggled closer.

"You better hurry up or I'll squirt in my pants," Kevin giggled in his ear.

Shaun lowered his hands to the top of his brother's jeans, paused once
more, and then unbuttoned him. He slowly pulled the zipper down as they
both watched. Once the zipper was undone, Shaun lifted Kevin with an arm
around his waist and tugged his pants and underwear down.

Kevin now sat bare ass on the top of the washer, his cock standing up
firmly against his tummy.

"Shit, you're really hard," Shaun chuckled, reaching for his brother's
dick. He wrapped his hand around the warm shaft and gave it a stroke.

Kevin made a face. "Ouch, he whispered. "Be careful, you have to move the
skin away from the head first," he said softly, "Like this," and showed
Shaun how to gently pull his foreskin back and expose the spongy knob.

"Sorry," Shaun mumbled and then mimicked his brother's movements, quickly
learning how best to stroke him. Shaun jerked him for a minute or two, but
Kevin was impatient.

"So when are you going to suck it?"

Shaun smiled. "Hold your horses. I've never done this before."

Kevin gave him a pleading look. "Come on, do it, please?"

Shaun sighed, and slowly bent over. He opened his mouth and licked the head
of his brother's dick.

"Oh shit!" Kevin moaned almost instantly, "That's wicked."

Shaun licked a bit more, trying to remember what it looked like on all
those movie clips he had seen on various porn channels. The only thing he
knew for sure was he needed to keep his teeth away from Kevin's
business. Finally he took Kevin's cock deeper into his mouth and sucked.

"Oh, fuck!" Kevin grunted and tried to push Shaun's head down onto his
cock. "Yeah, suck me!"

Shaun licked, sucked, and stroked his brother with an occasional grope of
his nut sack. Kevin was squirming on the top of the washer, his dick
comfortably warm and wet in his brother's mouth. Shaun noted the washer's
rhythmic back and forth sway as the machine did its work. He timed his
sucks to match it. Kevin lay back on one arm. His legs were bound by his
jeans, which were bunched just below his knees.

Shaun worked on Kevin's cock for a few minutes. From the sounds he was
making, Shaun guessed that his brother was getting close.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," Kevin kept grunting. He pushed harder on top of Shaun's
head. "Suck it," he begged over and over. "Suck that mother fucker!"

Shaun was a surprised at his brother's language, but then again he didn't
know what he himself would be saying if someone was sucking his cock.

Finally Shaun heard Kevin grunt, hold his breath, and thrust deeper into
his mouth. Seconds later Shaun felt his mouth filling with squirt after
squirt of warm cum.

"Oh God, Oh God, Kevin groaned.

Shaun didn't have any choice but to swallow. He did, several times. When
Kevin finally calmed down, Shaun slowly licked his brother's entire shaft
and then cleaned the head. When he was sure he had gotten all the stuff, he
pulled his mouth off.

Shaun coughed and tried to clear his throat of a little glob that hadn't
gone down all the way. "I need some water," he croaked and hurried over to
the sink. He turned on the tap and drank several handfuls of cold water,
and then looked back.

Kevin was just opening his eyes, his hand slowly stroking his softening
penis. He looked up and grinned. "That was fucking awesome!"

Shaun chuckled.

"My first blowjob!" both guys said at practically the same time!

* * * *

It was well past Kevin's usual bedtime when Shaun stopped by his room.

"Ready for lights out?" He smiled.

Kevin crawled into his freshly made up bed wearing just a pair of
boxers. "Yeah, come tuck me in," he giggled.

Shaun walked over, leaned down and pushed the corners of the top sheet in
tight. Kevin reached up, as he often did when he was younger, for a hug.

Shaun smiled and pulled him close. "Good night!" he whispered in Kevin's
ear.

"Night!" Kevin purred.

Just as Shaun pulled back from the hug, Kevin drew him close and gave him a
quick kiss on the lips. Shaun couldn't have been more surprised.

Kevin giggled, "Thanks for the BJ." He blushed.

Shaun laughed. "You're welcome, I guess." He smiled.

The twinkle in Kevin's eyes was a delight.

"Go to sleep!" Shaun grinned and headed for the door, "and don't make any
more messes!" He laughed.

* * * *

Much later that night Shaun felt himself being shaken.

"Shaun, Shaun, wake up!"

"What?" Shaun yawned. He wasn't quite ready to open his eyes. He peeked and
saw Kevin standing beside his bed.

"I don't feel good," Kevin said, the tone of his voice told Shaun this
wasn't a game.

Shaun woke up instantly and rolled over. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sweaty and feel funny."

Shaun reached for his brother and pulled him close. He felt his
forehead. "Your skin is cold, and you're covered in sweat. Do you feel
twitchy?"

Kevin nodded.

It's the shakes," Shaun said. That was the name their mom had given to
those times when Kevin was having a reaction to the insulin and his blood
sugar was low.

"What does mom say about the shakes?" Shaun asked, quickly climbing out of
bed.

"If you shake, eat some cake." It was a silly rhyme that their mom hoped
would help Kevin remember that at times like this he needed to eat.

"Come on," Shaun said, guiding Kevin back toward his room. "We need to test
and then we'll know for sure."

Kevin seemed confused, his walk was uncertain, something was definitely
wrong.

"Shaun scooped him up and carefully tossed him over his shoulder. "I'll
give you a ride," he joked. He was worried, he knew they needed to hurry.

"Fuck," Shaun whispered when he saw the test results, "Forty eight."

"Too low, way too low!" he thought.

You lay down and I'll get you some orange juice and some food.

Kevin lay down, tears starting to fall from his eyes. "Make it stop,
Shaun!" he whimpered, "Make it stop!"

"I will, buddy, I will." He headed for the door. "I'll be right back."

Shaun shot down the stairs, grabbed the orange juice, and didn't bother
looking for a glass. He ran back up and helped Kevin drink a few sips from
the carton.

"You work on this, and I'll make you a sandwich," He said, quickly touching
Kevin's forehead again.

"If he's not better in ten minutes I'll call the firehouse," Shaun thought,
"one of the guys there will know what to do." He rushed back to the
kitchen, made a sandwich, grabbed a couple of cookies, and then ran back
up.

Kevin was on his side rolled into a little ball. He was crying and
trembling.

"Here, you need to eat, Shaun said softly, sitting him back up."

Kevin looked at him with a pleading expression.

"Trust me, this really works," he said, trying to reassure him.

Kevin took several bites of the sandwich, washed it down with a gulp of the
juice, and then took a bite of cookie.

Shaun held him and encouraged him to drink more juice. Slowly his trembling
eased. Shaun could feel his brother become more relaxed.

"Better?" he asked a few minutes later.

Kevin nodded.

"Finish your sandwich; I think you've probably had enough juice."

Kevin took a few more bites but then gave up. "I'm tired, I want to go back
to sleep."

"Okay, you lay down. I'll stay here for a while and check your sugar in a
few minutes."

Kevin nodded and snuggled into his bed. "Don't leave me!"

"Promise!" Shaun whispered and kissed him on the forehead.

* * * *

An hour later, Shaun felt things were back to normal. Well, as close to
normal as things can be. He paused at the door to watch as Kevin slept
peacefully.

He was relieved that the scary stuff was over, but he knew it could happen
again at anytime. It was a reminder that Kevin was really still just a kid,
and wasn't yet ready to take care of things on his own. "Soon," Shaun
hoped, "Soon."

Shaun took one last look, "Sleep tight, buddy," he whispered, and returned
to his own bed.

* * * *


Thank you to all the readers that have sent emails. I'd love to hear your
thoughts as well. Send comments to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com My thanks to
Andrew for several great ideas for the chapter and his help with editing. I
hope he's been enjoying nice weather in the UK this summer!