Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2017 12:24:21 -0400 From: Story Teller Subject: Travelling with Kevin Chapter Two (Adult/Youth) The following story is fictional. Any similarity with actual events and persons is purely accidental and unintentional. The central theme of the story is the relationship between an adult male and a teenage boy. If you don't like such stories or if you're not allowed to read them, please exit this page. Remember that Nifty needs your support and donations to keep these wonderful stories alive. I would like to hear your thoughts on the story, and I will try to answer all e-mails I get. Please email any comments, questions, or suggestions to niftystoryteller@gmail.com ________________ Travelling with Kevin Chapter 2 When Friday came around, I went over to Susan's house and she said that it was really nice of me to take Kevin along with me, and how much he was looking forward to it. She asked how much money he'd need for the weekend, and I said that I would cover the drive and hotel, and he would just need money for food or shopping. Kevin walked in the door moments later with a huge smile. He was wearing those jeans again. I don't know if they were the same pair, but they hugged his thighs in a way that made me twitch a little. He had on just a t-shirt, and although he did not clearly have a defined chest or abs, I the shirt fit him in a way that I could see he was thin and in good shape. "Hey, Josh! Ready for our weekend getaway?!" He was so excited. I just hope he won't be disappointed. He went to his room and grabbed a suitcase and came and sat with us. Susan looked at her son and told him to behave himself, and to keep his phone on him at all times, listen to me, and all that motherly stuff. He grabbed his suitcase and headed out to the driveway. I opened my trunk so he could put it in. While he was bent over, his shirt came up a little, and I could see the waistband of his underwear. I didn't think people wore tighty whities anymore, but I could clearly see "Fruit of the Loom" and some white. Maybe they were boxerbriefs. I made a note to myself to check his bag when he was in the shower to see what kind of underwear my new travel companion brought with him. With a brief good-bye, we set out on the road to Chicago. Kevin thanked me probably a dozen times for taking him. He was so excited to cross state lines. The journey there was pretty uneventful, just random conversation and idle chatter. Kevin looked out the window the whole time, just taking in the scenery. When we finally arrived at our hotel on Michigan Ave, he was already amazed at all the cool shops down the street. I got my valet ticket and went to the front desk and got two cards for the room. We took our bags up to the room and dropped them off. Finally, it was time to explore Chicago. We went to various stores, and made a stop at the Apple Store, where Josh looked at all the new phones and iPads, and was like a kid in a candy store. I could tell that he was enjoying himself, and I was glad to have brought him. I asked him if he was ready for dinner, and he asked if we could have italian food, so we found a place with good reviews, and finally got some dinner. After dinner, we went for dessert and coffee, and by this time, it was 10:00, and I was getting tired from driving all day, and asked if he was ready to go back to the room. He said that he was exhausted also, and we could explore more tomorrow. Once we were back in the hotel, I realised that I didn't pack any pyjamas, because I normally sleep naked, but wouldn't be choosing that option with my 15-year old travel companion, so I said, "Hey, Kev, not to be weird or anything, but what do you usually wear to sleep in? He looked at me with a confused look, and said, "usually just my underwear, why?" I laughed and said, "OK, good. I forgot to bring pyjamas, and didn't want you to freak out if you saw me in my underwear." His expression changed to a smile and said, "It's just us guys, it doesn't matter." Kevin then took his shirt off, and for the first time, I saw his chest and stomach. My assumptions were correct: he was thin with no real definition, but no flab either, tiny pink nipples with broad shoulders, and a light dusting of brownish-blond hair under his arms that was a near-perfect match for the hair on top his head. A nearly invisible treasure trail pointed to that white waistband again. I could clearly make out the "Fruit of the Loom", and now, I was about to find out my suspicions were true." As I got my jeans and shirt off, standing there in a pair of boxerbriefs, Kevin looked at me as he took his jeans off. He said, "I asked my mom to get me underwear like yours. She told me maybe for my birthday. Do you think these look like little boy underwear?" I took the invitation to look at him in nothing but his tighty whities and said, "Not at all. They're fine." He was relieved, but I could clearly see a little bulge. It didn't look very big, nor prominent, but there was definitely something in there. We were laying in our beds, watching tv when Kevin got up and took the sheets off of his bed. I asked what he was doing, and then he said, "I thought we could have a toga party like those guys in Ancient Greece, or like you in college. Can you show me how to do it?" I laughed and obliged. I was standing just inches away from this adonis in his tighty whities, and now, I had an invitation to touch him. I helped him put his toga together, and fashioned one for myself. I said that I had never had a toga party with just one other person before, and never without drinking. He laughed and sat cross-legged on the bed opposite me. While we were talking, I had a clear view up his toga, and couldn't help but stare at his underwear. I swore I saw the bulge start to get bigger. He quickly got up and went to the bathroom, and came out back in just his underwear. "I guess the toga isn't as fun as I thought it would be." There was definitely a bigger bulge than before, but he wasn't gone long enough to actually take care of anything. I returned to my underwear as well, and walked over to grab some water from the mini fridge. When I turned around, Kevin was right in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. "Thank you so much for bringing me here, Josh." I was now hugging this adorable teen who was wearing nothing but his briefs and I could feel his bulge against my leg. I started to chub up a little and broke the hug. I turned away, and said that I was glad he could join me. He had to have felt me chub up against him. I didn't know how to handle this one. Kevin broke the silence and said, "I probably shouldn't have hugged you when we are in just our underwear, huh?" I told him that it was okay, I just didn't expect it. Then, he said it.. "I didn't expect for you to get hard when I hugged you, either." Fuck. He knows. I was caught like a deer in headlights. I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't deny it, but then he said, "Isn't it funny how we get hard at anything sometimes?" With that, I was safe. He thought it was no big deal. I was relieved, and then I looked over, and he was at about half-mast in his tighty whities. I no longer felt awkward, so now it was my turn to speak, "yeah, just the way dicks work sometimes. Looks like you're in the same boat." He laughed and told me that he wasn't all the way there yet, but was not trying to hide it either. "Kevin", I asked, "do you want to take a shower first or second so we can take care of these?" He looked at me shocked and said, "What do you mean, take care of?" I replied with "I just thought that you'd wanna beat off before bed, so I figured the shower would be a private place for you." "Wait, so you are gonna do it too?" Kevin looked so cute and quizzical. "Of course. I need to take care of this, too." I replied. Kevin thought for a moment, and said, "So, why do we have to go in the shower if we're both gonna do it anyway?" I was taken aback and said, "Then, I guess there really is no reason." Without a care in the world, Kevin hooked his thumbs around his waistband, and in one motion, his tighty whities were on the floor. He was hard as a rock at this point. He had tight balls, maybe the size of a couple grape tomatoes, and a solid 5" circumcised cock. It neither thick nor thin, but just perfect. I couldn't help but to stare. "Aren't you going to do it too?" He said, naked as a jaybird, looking at me. "Yeah, sorry" I said as I took my boxerbriefs off. "Wow" he said, "Yours is bigger than mine." "I'm also twice your age...and not by much." I said. He came closer and tried to put his cock near mine to compare sizes. "Yeah, yours is bigger." he said. I could feel his leg touching mine. Our cocks were only inches apart. I was so turned on. My libido took over, and I said, "So, how are we doing this?" He looked confused, so I continued, "Are we doing this at the same time, together, with each other, for each other, or what?" Out of everything I said, the one thing that I let slip was all Kevin seemed to have heard... "For each other?" He asked, "You mean, you'll let me touch yours?" Fuck...let him? I would beg him if that's what it took. "Only if you want to. Just a suggestion." I said. He smiled and before I knew it, his hand was wrapped around my cock. It was an instant sensation. He was playing with my balls, and just casually stroking it. I looked over at his pulsing cock, and now it was my turn. I grabbed it and started massaging it. He let out a little moan. I knew that he was enjoying this. "Kev, wait... " I said. He took his hands off my dick immediately, like he did something wrong. "I want you to sit down for a minute." Kevin now thought playtime was over, and that I was angry. Then, I stood in front of him, and gently pushed his chest so he was lying down, cock still standing straight up in the air. I fondled his balls, and could hear the light moan again. There was just the tiniest amount of pre-cum forming, and that's when I new that it was now or never. I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth. It wasn't in there for more than five seconds when I heard Kevin say "Oh, shit" and his cock erupted into my mouth. He looked at me red in the face and said, "Sorry, I don't last very long." I looked at him and told him that it was okay, and it didn't matter how long he lasted. His cock went back to flaccid, and it was maybe 2" long. It was cute, and I was happy to have touched it. I was about to finish myself off, when Kevin looked at me and said, "Is it your turn?" I laughed and said, "No, you don't have to do anything. I just wanted to see what yours tasted like." Then he looked up at me and said, "What if I want to, though?" and he stood up and started massaging my cock again. Then, he got on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He was a pro. He was working my shaft with his tongue and playing with my balls. I could have sworn he had a LOT of practice at this. I told him I was about to blow, and he just sucked harder. Soon, ropes of cum were filling his mouth and he swallowed it all up. Once we both caught our breath, I looked at him and said, "Well, you have done that before, haven't you?" He giggled, and said, "No, actually, I've never done anything with anyone before." Both exhausted, we lied there on the same bed for a minute and then I said, "Well, Kev, we should probably turn in for the night. We have a big day tomorrow." He asked if he had to put his underwear back on to sleep, after a quick laugh, I told him not to worry about it. With smiles on both of our faces, we drifted off to sleep... To be continued ________________ Please feel free to give your comments. Please email any comments, questions, or suggestions to niftystoryteller@gmail.com