Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 23:33:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My boy Matt, installment 6 (beginnings)

All standard disclaimers apply. If you are under 18 or
if this material is illegal for you to view, please
read no further. This story is a partial work of
fiction. Although the experiences are true, the names
of the participants have been changed in order to
protect their privacy.

As time passed, our peer group got bigger and bigger.
My circle of friends which numbered less than ten,
grew to well over twenty. Just when I thought our
membership of friends had begun to taper, someone new
would be added to the mix.

The nice thing about our peer group was the fact that
I didn't have to hide my sexuality. Although never a
spoken rule, those that joined were told that in order
for them to remain friends with us, they had to be
able to embrace each of us unconditionally.

On one such day, a couple of new people expressed
interest in hanging out with us. Almost before our
eyes met, I knew Corey and I shared an unusual bond.
We found ourselves able to look at each other and know
what the other was thinking. The other nice part about
this meeting was that he was attracted to me as much
as I was to him.

Weeks would pass and I found myself spending every
available minute at Corey's house. In fact, since
Corey's mom was never ever home, his house became to
newest hangout. Days and evenings were spent getting
drunk, talking til sunrise, jamming in the basement
etc. It was after only a few short days of hanging out
there, Corey and I became comfortable talking about
how we felt about each other.

Weeks passed and eventually we all started to get on
each other's nerves. Corey and I found ourselves on
the verge of having sex many many times. But, each
time Corey would feel he wasn't ready for this
experience and nothing would happen.

So, after a stellar couple of months, we slowly found
ourselves looking for a different hangout. Eventually,
Corey and I found more and more excuses to not hang
out together and we finally parted ways.

Among the many people that had hung around at Corey's
house was his younger brother Kevin. Kevin was kind of
quiet and did not actively hang out with us regularly.
When he was with us, he didn't try to fit in, he just
sat quietly.

We collectively decided to make my apartment the new
hangout after a long break. We had already spent the
better part of a year hanging out at my place, but
decided to relocate in order to resolve some problems
that had been created during our first time hanging
out there.

Much to my surprise, among the group that had migrated
from Corey's to my place, was Corey's little brother
Kevin. Apparently, Kevin had had more fun with us than
he had let on before, so we happily welcomed him into
our little clan.

A couple of weeks went by and most of our group had
pretty much taken root in my apartment. Kevin and I
had the opportunity to get to know each other better
and eventually he and I began to get rather close.

One night, all of us were hanging around my apartment
getting pretty drunk. Hours passed and all of us
started getting pretty tired. Soon everyone began to
stake claim to a part of my apartment with which to
crash for the night. Since it was my apartment,
obviously I was going to sleep in my bed. The next
thing I knew, Kevin asked me if he could sleep in my
room. Knowing how assertive I could be, one of my
other friends told me not to mess around with Kevin.
Apparently, Corey told this guy that the only way he
would let Kevin come over to my place was if he made
sure I would stay away from his brother. I assured him
that I would be on my best behavior. With that, all
the lights went out and each of us settled in.

Instead of Kevin taking to the floor next to my bed,
he told me that he was going to wait until he thought
everyone else was asleep so he could come up and sleep
next to me. Those next hour-long minutes passed before
the ambient chatter out in the living room faded.
Kevin quietly stood and then laid next to me.

There was no mistaking what Kevin wanted that night
and I'll be damned if I am not going to let me have
what he wants. We talked softly for a few minutes
discussing what each of us really wanted that night.
It didn't take much provoking for Kevin to tell me
that he was attracted to me and wanted to fool around.

I was a little conflicted about it because of our age
difference, But with the help of the heavy buzz and
the confidence Kevin seemed to exhibit, I have in to
his request. Since there was a fear of being caught,
Kevin and I chose to keep our pants on should we need
to appear to be apart.

By this time, I was pretty horny. I didn't waste any
time getting down to what I wanted with him. I reached
over, unbuttoned his jeans and began sucking his young
cock. He only had a few hairs around the base of his
penis, and even those were hard to see right away. I
took my time with him. I had gambled this was probably
his first time, so I chose to use all of my best
moves. Just when i began to doubt whether or not he
was able to ejaculate, I was jet of cum shot into my
mouth. I made sure to stay on it making certain I
would miss a single drop. He didn't say much after
that, so I knew this was probably his first orgasm.

Normally at this point, I would have to persuade my
partner to return the favor. But, before I could begin
with my request, Kevin reached over, unzipped my pants
and began sucking me feverishly. I was shocked yet
quite pleased. It was nice to finally find someone
willing to view my needs as being equally important as
their own.

Kevin's pace quickened and I found myself on the verge
of getting off as well. In those last few moments, I
debated whether or not I was going to tell him that I
was about to cum. But instead of assuming that he
wouldn't like the taste of cum, I decided to let him
make that choice on his own. Besides, if I made a big
deal about it, he may just assume that he isn't going
to like it and then never know for sure.

I finally reached the point of no return and so I gave
him the opportunity to find out for himself. As I felt
the jets of cum shoot into his warm mouth, he didn't
miss a single stride and took in every drop of me and
swallowed. At that point, I was very glad to know that
I hadn't discouraged him from doing it.

Soon after, Kevin and I fell into a deep and restful
sleep. A couple of ours had passed and I found myself
wide awake. I still had a pretty good buzz going, so I
decided to try round two with him. While he was still
asleep, I undid his now buttoned jeans and began
giving him head again. He awoke blissfully and decided
to join in as well. We sucked each other off again
yielding the second orgasm of the night.

More time passed and Kevin and I found ourselves
hooking up as often as we could. We had great times
together. And fortunately, his choice to swallow my
load never faded. More time passed and Kevin and I saw
less and less of each other. I still see him once in
awhile and although we've not spoken to each other
since the days we messed around, I can tell by looking
into his eyes that he still has interest in me. If it
was meant to happen again, then it will happen, but if
it doesn't, I'll still have the experiences clear in
my mind.

If this experience has taught me anything, it would be
to never underestimate the quiet ones. Just because
someone doesn't appear larger than life to others,
doesn't mean there's not something cooking just below
the surface.