Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 19:21:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: My First Year with Kevin, Chapter 12 The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other medium without the written permission of its author. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. My First Year With Kevin Chapter 12 That night Kevin made love to me in ways he had never done before. It was pure bliss, and I probably came seven time. His cursory shower hadn't given him time to fully clean his cock, and I tasted and smelled his wonderful dick cheese again for the first time in a while. Before we went to sleep, he insisted I put the padlock back on his PA, so I did. I kissed his cock when I did it, too, and he smiled at me. God, what a boy. The next morning we got up around ten, showered, shaved, and went downstairs naked. The padlock and much heavier PA ring made Kevin's dick hang longer than usual, and it really looked good. Frank and Denis were already on the patio, nude, too. That had become our standard weekend thing. We had already had a couple of cold days right after it had rained all day, but the weather was still in the 80's most days. There was coffee and sausage biscuits, and Kevin ate four. When the two of us had finished eating, the telephone rang. It was close to eleven. Frank answered the phone. He had a cordless speaker phone, and he immediately put on the speaker for us all to hear when he figured out who it was. It was the father of Ken Jernigan, the guy Kevin had walloped the night before. "Er, Mr. Smythe, my son Ken tells me your son Kevin beat him up last night. Sir, I don't know if you know anything about the law, but that was assault. I'm an attorney, and I can tell you Kevin was in the wrong." "Oh, really, Mr. Jernigan. I happen to be an attorney, too, so I certainly know what assault is." "Smythe and Associates?" "Yes. I'm Frank Smythe, and my great-grandfather founded the firm. And you're with...." "I'm in practice by myself," the man said. "Oh, I see." Frank's tone was a mixture of pity and condescension, and I'm sure Mr. Jernigan picked up on it if he had a brain cell in his head. "Well, one of the things we hammer into our junior associates is that they must get the facts, all of the facts, before proceeding. Have you gotten all of the facts, Mr. Jernigan?" "Well, I know your son beat the living be-jesus out of my kid. He's all black and blue, and his nose is still bleeding a little." "Do you know how it started," Frank asked. "Yeah. Your son thought Ken, my son, didn't play very well last night. Kevin just attacked him out of the blue." "Mister Jernigan, get your facts straight and call me back. We're considering a harassment suit. Sexual harassment. Ask your son-Ken, did you say?-about that, sir. Call me back when you're ready to settle." Frank hung up the phone without saying good-bye. "Awesome, counselor. Simply fucking awesome," Denis said. "Now that guy doesn't know what to think. I love it." "The little worm," Frank said and went back to the paper. "Are we really going to sue him, Frank," Kevin asked. "We might. We'll see what happens. He won't want to take us on, I don't believe." "Frank and I are a little worried about what this might mean to you at school," Denis said. "Well, probably not anything. First off, I didn't really say anything incriminating. Second, I just won't take any shit off anybody. If I get harassed, I'll fucking beat the shit out of them. Simple as that. And I can do it, too." "No argument there, Kevin," Denis said. "I'd hate to be on the receiving end of what you can put out." Kevin looked at me, grinned, and winked. Denis and Frank both saw what went on between us, and they howled with laughter. "Goddamn it, Kevin, when are we ever going to learn we can't get the better of you," Denis asked. Kevin just grinned at him, picked up his dick from between his legs, and spread it out over his thigh. He winked at Denis. "Denis, what are we going to do with him? I think we've created a monster," Frank said. "It's big, but it's not a monster," Kevin said. Everybody laughed hard at that comment. In a minute, Kevin wanted to swim. The pool was heated and the day was warm, so we went in. He showed me some more dives, although I still wasn't very good at them, but we had a pretty good time. We got out of the pool after thirty minutes or so, and Kevin got out a basketball. He and I challenged Frank and Denis to a game, and, much to my surprise, they accepted. They were both forty-five, but they were in pretty good shape and worked out regularly. Kevin was awesome, as usual. I'd watch the grace with which he did a lay-up or a jump shot, and I was mesmerized. We played to 22 points, and we won handily. Still, I was proud of the oldsters for hanging in there with us. We went upstairs to grab another shower. As usually happened when we showered without having to rush, one thing led to another. Before long, I had my key out and the padlock off. We rubbed our cocks together as we kissed. "Have I told you lately that I love you," I asked playfully. "No. Do you?" "With all my heart," I said. "Good, than that makes us equal." Kevin wanted to be fucked, so I got behind him with his arms propped against the shower wall. I penetrated his rectum in one easy stroke, and I was sure I was right on his prostate. "Oh, God, Matt. That's IT. Keep doing that, man." I fucked Kevin long and hard, and he loved it. It was the first time I has been in him since we had gotten our piercings, and I knew I had done something I would never regret. Kevin didn't hold back shooting when he came, and I was so turned on I didn't even try to. We slumped against one another in an exquisite afterglow. While we were dressing, Kevin asked me what I wanted to do that afternoon. He wondered if we could catch up with Todd and shoot some pool. "Shit, I just remembered something. He wanted us to come over this afternoon." "Over?" "Yeah, to his house." "That's cool," Kevin said. "He told me yesterday he moved in with his boyfriend over Thanksgiving. He also said he's the guy's slave." "His slave? What the hell does that mean?" "Well, he's the guy's sexual slave. He makes him stay naked all the time, and he wants he ass lubed at all times. I don't know." "This could be kind of interesting, I guess. Let's go." I called Todd first to make sure we were still on, and he sounded excited that we were coming over. He gave me directions, but, since I was still relatively new to New Orleans, I gave the phone to Kevin. He wrote a few lines down and said goodbye. "Do you know where it is," I asked. "I can find it." Kevin drove, and we got there in about twenty minutes. When we knocked on the front door, Todd opened it, stark naked. "Hi, guys," he said, and we both shook his hand. "Come and meet Jonathan." Jonathan was fully dressed, and he spoke with a slight German or Russian accent. He was pleased to meet us. He offered us beers, and we accepted. Todd got them for us, but I noticed he didn't get one for himself. "Todd tells me you are a couple," Jonathan said. "Yeah," Kevin said. "Well, we are, too. A special kind of couple, though. Tell them about us, Todd." "Jonathan is my master, and I'm his slave. I do whatever he wants me to do. He owns me." "He can't really own you, man," Kevin said. He seemed a little nervous, but he kept glancing at Todd, who stood. "Oh, we know that, Kevin," Jonathan said. "It's really just an elaborate game. Todd is free to leave here any time he wants to. We just play master and slave." "So, like what do you do, man?" Kevin was curious, obviously, and I think he was kind of getting turned on by the whole thing. His cock was noticeably larger through his light-blue jeans. "Todd, give Kevin a blowjob. Now. And make it a good one." Todd immediately got on his knees in front of Kevin and started undoing the buttons of his fly. He got down to his briefs and had Kevin raise his ass a little so he could pull down his underwear. He encountered Kevin's cock, which he had sucked before the piercing and padlock, and stopped. He looked at Jonathan, and then he looked at me. "What is this," Jonathan asked. He took Kevin's cock into his hand and fingered the padlock. "Are you a slave, too?" "No," I said quickly. "It's a symbol of his love for me. I've got the key right here." I reached into my shirt and took out the locket with the key. I took the padlock off Kevin's PA. "Does that mean you give permission for Todd to suck him off." "Absolutely," I said. His asking me that made me feel a little uneasy, like I was Kevin's master or something. "Good. Todd, do your work." Todd went after Kevin's cock with mad abandon. He made Kevin hard in about two seconds, and he used that PA ring for all it was worth. I watched closely to learn from Todd, and, of course, I got hard, too. "I see you have a foreskin, just like me," Jonathan said. "I don't know why we Americans cut our boys all up like that." Nobody responded to that last statement. Kevin was having too much fun to listen to Jonathan, and I was having almost as much watching Todd suck my boyfriend off. In a few minutes, Kevin had an orgasm, but I knew he didn't shoot. Todd stopped sucking and looked at Kevin with a really strange expression on his face. "Did you come," Todd asked. "Yep. And it was fucking awesome, too, man. You know how to use that mouth of yours." "Where's your cum, man?" "Still down here; right where I want it to be," Kevin said, rubbing his balls. "That was awesome," Jonathan said. "I wish I could do that. But he's so hot, he makes me shoot my cum every time." He said that with real affection for Todd, and Todd blushed. When Todd finished with Kevin, Todd was rock hard and dripping precum. "Have you boys ever taken Viagra," Jonathan asked us. "No," we said in unison. "I know you don't need it, but it can be fun. Would you like to try some?" Kevin and I looked at each other. "Hell, yes," he said, for both of us. "Is it all right with you, Matt, if Kevin has some?" "Sure," I said. Once again, I was uneasy. Todd got a bottle of pills. He also got us fresh beers. That time he got one for himself. He gave each of us a little pill, which we washed down with our beer. All four of us took them. "Take off your clothes, boys, if you care to," Jonathan said. "We'll all get hard together. It takes about thirty minutes for the stuff to work, but, I assure you, it will." It worked, all right. I got so hard I thought my cock was going to break off. The effect on Kevin was amazing. His foreskin pulled all the way back so that he looked circumcised. "I want to measure this one, okay," Jonathan asked, looking at me but meaning Kevin. I nodded. He got a cloth tape measure and stroked Kevin's cock a few times. It didn't get any longer or harder; it was already at its maximum. He stuck the end of the measure up again Kevin's pubic bone and whistled. "Eight-and-a-half inches long," he said in amazement. Then he put the tape around it at its thickest spot. When he took it off, he almost gasped. "Six inches around. I've never seen one that big before." He measured me, and mine came in at six-and-a-half inches long and four-and-a-half inches around. Todd's was almost seven inches long and five inches around. "Let me measure you, Jonathan," Todd said. The master submitted, and he came in at a respectable seven-and-a-half inches long and five-and-a-half inches around. We stood gaping at one another until Kevin finally kissed me. That started the ball rolling, so to speak, and we spent the next two hours on the floor, licking, sucking, kissing, fucking, rimming, and doing anything and everything we could think of to one another. I came five times, and I shot a load each time. Kevin came six or seven times and shot each time as well. Todd and Jonathan both came at least five times. After we were too exhausted to come any more, we lay on the floor, still hard as steel. Todd got beers for all of us. "That was something else, man," Kevin said. "That shit is powerful. I'm still rock hard, and I must have come something like seven times." "I could trade in my pool cue and just use this," Todd said, rubbing his cock gently. "That would really win me some money." We chuckled. "We're going out tonight. Would you boys like to join us?" "Where to," I asked. I had images of some Viagra bar or something. "Just clubbing," Jonathan said. "I want to introduce my boy to some of my friends. He hasn't met them, yet." "Where can we meet you," I asked. "And what time?" "Not until around nine o'clock, at the Phoenix. It's on Elysian Fields. Do you know it." "I know where it is," Kevin said. "Matt, we probably need to be going." "Right," I said in response. "Where's my padlock," Kevin asked. "Right here," Jonathan said. "May I?" He wanted to put it on Kevin, who was still fully erect. He looked at me with that question, and I nodded. God, I hated how I felt about all that. We dressed and said thanks for a fun afternoon. Once we were in the car, Kevin started the conversation. "Okay, so what's up?" "What are you talking about?" "Come on, Matt. I know you pretty well, you know. I know something's bothering you. What is it?" "Goddamn, what are you? Some kind of fucking mind reader?" "No, but I can tell when something isn't right. It's the padlock, isn't it?" I hesitated a long time. "Babe..." He put his hand on my cock, which was poking down the leg of my jeans. "Isn't it?" "Well, yeah. I know you bought that thing and want to wear it as a symbol of your love for me, and, God knows, your love means more than anything else in the whole world, but..." "But it makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?" "I'm not hurting your feelings, am I, because, if I am, I'll go out and buy a fucking ball and chain for your cock." Kevin laughed, and I knew his feelings weren't hurt. "But last night, it was the padlock that really attracted Jernigan's attention, wasn't it?" "Yeah. I guess." "And this afternoon, Jonathan thought you were my slave. And I want you as a lover, not a slave." We were on a side street where there was no traffic. Kevin pulled over. "Let me have your locket," he said. I jerked it from around my neck in an instant. He opened his fly and let his cock stand tall. He unlocked the padlock, put it into the locket with the key, and gave it back to me. "Oh, Babe. Thank you soooooo much, both for wanting to wear it and for being willing to give it back to me. I love you, Kevin." "I know you do. Just like you know I love you. Remember our talk at Copeland's?" I nodded. "Well, I meant it, Babe. And I still mean it." He started the car and pulled out. "Aren't you going to button up," I asked. "No. I can't. It was all I could do to get this thing tucked away when I was standing up. Besides, we're almost home." He was right, and I knew nobody but me could see it. In fact, I bothered to stare at it for the six or eight blocks we had to drive to get home. It was dark when we parked in the garage, so he simply walked through the back garden with his cock at full attention sticking out of his jeans. At first it occurred to me to be embarrassed, but then I thought, what difference does it make. Nobody was downstairs in any of the public rooms, anyway, not that it would have mattered, probably. We went upstairs to Kevin's room. He stripped me, and I stripped him. We got into bed, made love, and went to sleep. We slept for a couple of hours, and it was 8:30 when we woke up. "Hi," Kevin said before kissing me. "Hi," I replied. He reached over for my cock. "I see you slept off the Viagra. I did, too. That was a stupid thing for us to do, you know?" "Didn't you have fun," I asked. "Of course, I did, but we don't need that shit. I could have stayed hard for two hours without it, and so could you. That's a drug, and drugs have medical consequences." "Thank you, Nurse Nancy." "Oh, you want me to nurse. I'll nurse." He went down on my right nipple with the suction of a vacuum cleaner, and it tickled and stung and felt heavenly, all at the same time. "Get off me, asshole," I said, after a much longer time than was necessary. He came up grinning that Kevin grin that was so irresistible to me. "You feel like meeting Todd and Jonathan," he asked. "Yeah, if you do. We don't have any other plans for the night." "Cool. Let's shower and get ready. Get your pretty little ass out of bed, Babe." "Yes, sir, master." "That's right, and don't you fucking forget it." With that he put his mouth on my dick and gave it a raspberry. That could have easily started something, but Kevin got out of bed right after he did it. The Phoenix was something I really wasn't prepared for. It was in a huge old Victorian house, and it was actually two places. Downstairs was the Phoenix, with a great patio, and upstairs was the Eagle's Nest. It was definitely a leather bar, and there was even a shop where you could buy leather goods, like jock straps, etc. We met up with Jonathan and Todd on the first floor. There was a competitive pool table which featured heavy betting, and Todd was apparently raking in the money. He was dressed in a leather thong, and that's all. The pouch was barely large enough to hold his package soft, and I was reasonably sure he'd get hard at least once before the night was over. He had his chain around his neck, but he wasn't wearing a watch, shoes, socks, or anything else. He grinned big when he saw us come in. "Hi, guys," he said. "I'm really glad y'all could make it." Jonathan shook my hand and nodded to Kevin. "Jonathan," I said, "about this afternoon. I think you misunderstood. Kevin isn't my slave. In fact, I took that padlock off his PA and stored it. We're lovers, plain and simple. Equals. Although he's probably my superior in lots of ways. "Very interesting," he said. "I'm glad you clarified that. That padlock had me believing it was more master-slave." "I know it did, but that wasn't our intention," I said. "He's free to do whatever the hell he wants, any time he wants, with whomever he wants." "Okay. Now I understand," Jonathan said. "Todd has chosen not to be, and I hope you can understand that." "We're cool with that, man." Todd had just run the table and had handed Jonathan fifty dollars. "Does he give all his money to you," I asked. "Well, he gives it to me because he doesn't have any pockets in that pouch. That's why I'm also carrying his cigarettes." He laughed, and I grinned at his joke. "But it's his money, right?" "Oh, yes. Whatever he wins is his. He will help out with household expenses, just as any roommate would. Todd and I love one another. I'm not exploiting him; trust me." "Where was his car this afternoon?" I knew I was being aggressive, but this whole master-slave thing bothered me. "In the shop. It needed new brakes, but it's covered by the warranty." "Okay." "Why are you being so aggressive and hostile toward me? Todd and I love one another. I would never hurt him or take advantage of him." "I'm sorry, Jonathan. I guess I just don't understand the nature of your relationship." "I am his daddy, his master. I tell him what to do, but he is free to walk away from me at any moment he chooses. And he has to money to do it. He stays with me because he freely chooses to stay with me. I fulfill a need he has, and he fulfills a need I have." "I don't get it, but I feel a hell of a lot better now that we've talked." "I think you like my Todd," Jonathan said. "I like him very much. I consider him a good friend, probably my best friend next to Kevin." "That Kevin is a real stud you've got there, boy. Take care of him, or you'll lose him." Jonathan's words weren't lost on me. I knew my boy was extremely desirable to a great many men, and we were in a place where temptation could easily turn his head. I was worried about what might happen at school on Monday, and I was afraid my Kevin wouldn't always be mine. I stepped away from my conversation with Jonathan and found Kevin talking to three men at a table. "Hi, Matt," he said when I approached. I want you to meet these guys. Two of them are Colton alumni, and one went to Newton." He introduced us, and their names were something like Bert and Ernie and Bob and Ted, or something. I only had Kevin on my mind at that moment. I asked Kevin if he wanted to dance. "Damn, dude. We've never danced together before. Hell, yeah, I want to dance." The song was an oldie by Roberta Flack-"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face"-and Kevin held me around my waist and back, just like straight couples do. I could feel him getting hard as we danced. "Babe, I just had a talk with Jonathan," I whispered into his ear. "Ummmmmm" he moaned, and I couldn't tell if that was because of what I had said or because I was turning him on by breathing on his ear. "Yeah," I said, deciding to continue. "I got it straight with him just what our relationship is." "Good," he said, as he thrust his pelvis into mine. I knew he wasn't paying attention to what I was saying and that he was really turned on. I was turned on, too, but I had business to attend to. "Kevin," I said, in my "goddamn-it-pay-attention" voice. "Sorry, Babe. Whaaat up?" "Well, you, for one thing. And that's part of the problem." "Yeah, I am up, Babe. My cock is hard, and I'd like to stick it up your ass right now on this dance floor. If that's a problem, Matt, we have to re-think our whole relationship. You fucking turn me on, man, and I cannot_ help that." His tone was more dreamy than serious. He had no intention of wanting to "re-think" our relationship, and I knew it. "Oh, Baby, you know it makes me proud that I turn you on. You know I wouldn't want it any other way." After I said that, Kevin ground our cocks together, and I knew he came. He didn't shoot, I was almost positive, but he damn sure had an orgasm, and he bucked like he usually did. Well, that set me off, too, and I came, too, also without shooting. It was then that I was most thankful he had taught me that little trick. The next song started, and it was another slow one. We didn't stop dancing. "What did you tell Jonathan," he asked after a few minutes of more close dancing. He was rubbing my butt, and it felt fabulous. "I told him you're not my slave and that I took off the padlock." "Cool," he said, after a few seconds. "Does that mean no more beatings, Massah?" "You asshole," I said. Saying that, I undid the first three buttons of his fly to make room for me to slip my hand down the back of his jeans and rub his asshole. "You're going to make me come again," he said. "Do you want to?" "Yes, Massah," he said, grinning. I couldn't see his face because of the way we were holding one another, but I knew he was grinning. I stuck my finger in his hole as I ground my crotch into his, and we both came a second time in less than ten minutes. "You seem mighty horny tonight," I said. "You sex me up, Matt. There's nothing either of us can do about that but enjoy it." After two dances and two orgasms each, we decided to rejoin Jonathan and Todd. Todd was just finishing running a pool table and collecting fifty bucks. We found a table and Todd got beers for each of us. "You boys dance well together," Jonathan said with a wink. "Thanks, man," Kevin said. "This boy really turns me on, as I guess you could see." "Everyone in here could see, Kevin. And they love you for it." "Really?" "Yes, really," Jonathan said. They can tell you boys are very much in love." He stood up just then and started giving Todd a shoulder and neck massage. "This boy is fabulous, don't you think," he asked. The question was obviously addressed to Kevin. "Yeah, I think he's a cool dude," Kevin said. "Would you dance with him," Jonathan asked. "Sure, if he wanted me to," Kevin responded. "I want him to dance with you. Can you do the Donkey Butt? The dance, I mean?" "Sure." "Well, the next song that goes with that dance, I want you to dance with him. And I want him to come." Kevin looked at Todd, who seemed eager, and Kevin licked his lips seductively. Todd laughed. We sat through a couple of slow songs, and then the DJ played a song that was apparently right for the dance Jonathan wanted to see. Kevin took off his shirt and gave it to me to hold for him; then they got up to dance. What they did was positively obscene, and everybody else stood aside to watch them. Todd's leather pouch was much too small to contain his dick, and about half-way through the dance, he shot his load. It dribbled down his leg, and the crowd cheered. I was sure Kevin came, too, but without shooting; his jerking body told everyone he had orgasmed. Before the song ended, Todd shot another load all over himself. The crowd went wild. Back at the table, Todd made no effort to clean himself. Instead, he just let his cum run down his leg. After that, Kevin was the hit of the club, and everybody wanted to dance with him. We stayed there till one o'clock, and then Todd put on jeans and a shirt. We walked over to the Cafe du Mond and got coffee and doughnuts before going home. It was all a first for me that night, and for Kevin, too, but we had a ball. Figuratively and literally.