Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2005 15:35:52 +0100 From: nom de plume Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - Getting Kevin Part 1 (Hi guys this is one of my earliest stories and I hope you like it as much as the others. Judging by the fantastic e-mail postbag I seem to have hit a throbbing nerve with my Boylover's Series and I would like to thank everyone for their support and also all the marvelous suggestions for future stories. I will do my best to keep `em and you cumming- Czykguy 2005) BOYLOVER'S TALES - Getting Kevin Part 1 by Czykguy 2002 I drove hard and fast into the backyard, noticing that there were at least eight vehicles parked in the front parking lot. Not for the first time I cursed the over helpful wholesaler's assistant who'd managed to drop the bag of flour over the back of the truck so that it had exploded with a vengeance covering the inside of the van and both me and him with a cloudburst of flour. It had taken ages to clear up the mess and despite the huge discount off the bill it had meant I'd got stuck in the going home traffic and as a result I now much later than I should have been. `Course I'd phoned Kev straight away and told him what had happened. He was cool about it but I was bummed. "You sure you'll be OK?" I said my anxiety showing plain in my voice, "Sure Jack," he'd replied almost laughing down the `phone, "Sally ain't going to be leaving till seven so what, I'll be on my own for what, about twenty to forty minutes. What'n hell could go wrong?" he answered with the arrogance of youth. `Plenty' I thought but thanked him and began to get the hell back to him. It had all seemed so easy at the beginning of the week. My uncle Mark who owned the small roadhouse diner who employed me on a permanent summer basis had arranged to go into hospital for treatment to his leg and had enthusiastically left me in charge. "You'll be fine Jack," he said, smiling at my misgivings. "You've worked for me since you were ten and two years ago when you were fifteen you told me you knew the business back to front. So why the worry now, it's only a week and it's the back end of summer so there's not much heavy trade." I stared back at his smiling face, "Fifteen I was an obnoxious spotty boy filled with my own importance," I told him, "now I'm older I understand responsibilities much more, What if?" I did not know how pompous I sounded. Uncle Mark cut me short, "Why you prissy acting, boneless squirt," he shouted, "How many times have I left you to run the store, all those odd days and even weekends." He pulled me roughly towards him, and grimaced with a tremor of pain that I could see cross his reddening face, suddenly I felt ashamed. "Okay, Okay Mark," I waved him gently away, "I'll cope." I knew how bad the pain was for him and suddenly my childish fears seemed very stupid compared to what he was going through, the knee operation was long overdue and I was well aware he had been training me up to this week's ordeal for both of us. Actually I knew I had not done a bad job. Sally the resident daily cook was more than reliable and we knew between us we could cope with anything, besides we still had young Kevin or `Kev' as he preferred to be called who was still working with us, before he returned to school and even then he was `on- call' for some evenings and weekends. So when the wholesaler manager had phoned to say his delivery truck was down and could we pick up the weekly order, which was not the first time, I had just checked with Sally and with Kev and set off, little knowing the long delay we were in for. I rushed into the diner but my fears were groundless. The Wednesday poker school was settling down in the back room and Kev was tidying up the remains of their meal. There was one other table still eating and two guys just finishing up their mugs of coffee at the counter. "Everything okay?" I asked knowing how lame I sounded. "Oh hi Jack," smiled Kev waving his cleaning rag at me, "Yeah, it's okay. Sally stayed a bit extra until all the meals were done. I was able to fix the desserts they all wanted. I'll just finish these last few off, unless you wanted me to give you a hand with unloading?" "Unloading," I started to say when I remembered the full truck outside, `shit' with no Uncle Mark to help me it would take ages to unload the dammned van. "Yeah, yeah you're right, leave that and let's get the van unloaded and the stock put away." Kev put down his cleaning rag and spray and we headed out back. By the time we got back, the diner was empty, those eating had left and the one table had kindly piled their dirty plates on the bar and had even cleaned and wiped down the table. "Trust Marcey," smiled Kev. Marcey being a regular family diner who knew Mark was away, she often came to us on a Wednesday so she could as she put it, 'eat in peace and not cook and not do any washing up.' Her family would smile and there would be a chorus of, "Ah Maww," and they would happily giggle off to the car. Whilst Kev finished cleaning down I checked on the poker school. "Hey Jack," Ray said, "saw Mark today, he's doing fine, almost waved that leg of his in my face." "Shame he didn't send along his money. He don't need the use of it in that dammned hospital an sure as hell he ain't ever going to win any back and damn it we could do with a better pot," added Tom grumpily, shuffling his cards. "In that case," said Rich, "I will see you after all," Tom grunted and reshuffled the cards in his hands. My uncle was not a good poker player but then he wasn't a bad one and whilst he lost more than he won he played for friendship and fun and I knew he was missing tonight badly. The chat around the poker table had been better than any medicine when his leg was playing up and he got a lot out of his weekly fix of friendship and cards. I left them supplied with jugs of coffee and went to check on Kev. I knew they would play late as they did every Wednesday; it was a well know local secret and everyone was welcome to join the table, even Sheriff Merry was often to be seen joining in at the end of a shift and sometimes even when he was supposed to be on duty. I now joined Kev in the kitchen and we worked the last of the dishes through the sink, leaving them to drain dry for the next day. I sent him out with the usual bottle of whiskey for the players whilst I turned out the lights and locked up. I carefully did the rounds checking all the usual vulnerable places and locking up what I could whilst the game was on. Normally I would go to bed leaving Uncle Mark to his game and his friends but it would not be the first time I had sat out the back waiting for the game to end and doing the final close and lock-up. One more than one occasion I had had to help my uncle Mark into bed if he had had more whiskey than coffee. Leaving Kev intently watching the game I went back to make myself a meal and then work the till and do the paperwork. Kev came in for another bottle and then came back to take my dishes out to clean them and refresh my coffee mug. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye as I worked the figures until they made sense. Kev did not often make mistakes and after I found the ringed error that Sally had done, the till balanced. I now finished up recording the stock I had bought and that we had put away- noting that the discount I had got over the burst flour bag had more than made up for the time and effort I had lost. `Uncle Mark would be real proud of me,' I thought and then at last put down my pen and took a sip of my now cold coffee. I looked up at the clock it was almost ten, `where the hell had the time gone'. Kev now appeared and I realized he had not yet been picked up and taken home. "S'okay Kev," I said concerned, "you've done enough for today. Time you went home, your mother will be worried." "Err," he said and swayed slightly, "I gotta slight problem with that. Y'see when I rang mom to tell her I was working late she told me that pa had got an overnighter and won't be able to pick me up. I sorta said you'd drop me off after the game, if thas allwright with you?" He swayed again and added, "Mom shays it was okay wif her." I was about to answer when I realised that not only was he swaying, but he had been slurring his speech and now as I examined him closely I could see a glazed unfocused look in his eyes. "Kev," I spoke sharply, "Have you been drinking?" I got a beaming smile as part of the again slurred reply, "the lads offered me a couple of shots, but it's okay I was drinking coffee as well so it's well watered." He pointed waveringly at his coffee mug he had brought with him. I jumped up checked it straightaway remembering that night when the poker school had decided to teach me a lesson about looking on at a young age. I was right, the coffee was about two parts whiskey, and I bet Kev had not eaten much either. He giggled at me as I threw away the contents of the mug and quickly replaced it with a strong batch of good coffee and prayed that he would sober up enough before I was able to drive him home. His mother I knew did not approve of drinking and his father had often been on the wrong end of her tongue, in fact he was only allowed to join the poker school once a year on his birthday when she would let him `hit town' as she put it. I stuck Kev in the living room in front of the television and told him to stay put. He did as he was told and began to flick though the channels and I went to check on the poker school. "Hows the boy?" Steve asked, grinning. "Drunk," I said, "you know he's only fifteen, God knows what Mary is going to say when she finds out." "Not as much as she'd say if she knew he was watching us play poker," said Ray. The others grunted their agreement. "She sure can talk that one," Tom grunted, " raise you five." he added and they went back to their game. I left them the next bottle and went back to check on Kev. To my horror I discovered he'd found the video I'd left in the VCR and was intently watching as Linda Lovelace opened wide. "Kev," I shouted and pulled the remote from his hand and stood in front of the TV. He lay back on the sofa and groaned at me. "Aw Jack I was enjoying that," he grizzled. "So I see," I replied looking down at his exposed erect throbbing cock. Thick and long and gleaming of pinkish blue and purpled hues, glistening and wetly it stood proud of his flies, a truly wondrous sight for my cock parched eyes. It was a sight I had longed to see ever since that day he had managed to cover him self with dirty water when the sink had blocked and he had stupidly opened the trap just as the blockage cleared itself. Mark laughing at Kev's discomfort and dripping sight had giggling just sent him to my room to change into some of my spare clothes. I had accompanied him there, he was just turned fourteen and I was fifteen. I had helped pull the wet clinging clothes off him, revealing his young firm body. He had not argued as I stripped him, I thoroughly enjoyed the task reveling in the sight and feel of his nubile young body. I had known I was different for some years- girls just did not do it for me and I had spent many an hour looking at Uncle Marks' stash of straight porn wondering why the sight of naked girls showing their vulgar everything did nothing to make my cock stick up. It was only when I saw pictures of men with erect cocks being sucked or fucking the naked porno girls that I actually got hard. It had taken me a while to realize what the problem was. It was an incident at the diner that finally woke me up. I had been working hard and been sent to do the washrooms check and had walked in on a naked guy jerking off in one of the cubicles. I had not heard him inside the stall and he had had his feet up on the side walls so I had assumed the stall was empty. I stood amazed at the sight as the young guy stroked his thick pulsing cock as I watched him, his hands running over his erect nipples as he jerked away until he shot his load over the floor. He had smiled at me and I had blushed blazing red. "You like," he smiled stating the obvious, caressing the tip of his spunk covered cock as it throbbed the last of his climax to drip onto the cum pool between his legs. I had just stood still, staring wildly and intently at the still hard and throbbing cock in front of me. The guy had swung his feet down and stood up, his dribbling cock inches away from my belt buckle. He had then reached out and pushed my throbbing erection that was now pushing out the front of my jeans with his finger. I jumped back at his touch and he had laughed and pulled the door closed. At the same time I felt my cock explode inside my briefs as my nutsack emptied itself in one of the most powerful climaxes I had ever had in my then sixteen years. As I turned and ran back to my room to clean up I could hear the guy getting dressed. A few minutes later cleaned; washed and wearing a clean pair of briefs I was back working in the diner and saw the guy sat at the counter drinking his coffee. I did my best to avoid him and then Mark told me to go and do a coffee run which meant re-filling all the cups and mugs in the diner. Hesitantly I had leaned over the counter and refilled the guy's mug. He had looked at me and made eye contact. I blushed and then the guy had dipped his finger in his full mug and stirred the coffee round and round, then giving me an intent look he had slipped the coffee covered finger in and out of his mouth slurping his tongue around it. Again my cock had exploded and I had to make a run back to my room to once again clean up and change my briefs. I had never ever cum that close and that quick in so short a time and still trembling I had returned to the counter. To my relief and also my disappointment the guy had gone. "You Ok?" Mark had asked, I could hear the worry and concern in his voice. "Yeah Unk," I replied, "sorry `bout that I musta caught my briefs on the counter edge; just felt the elastic go" I said lamely and added, "it was a real old pair". Mark just gave me a quizzical look, "Well ya musta done sommat right, the guy at the bar left ya a big tip and a note," and he put the ten dollar bill with the piece of paper round it in front of me. Gingerly I picked it up and looked at it and then caught Mark's questioning look. "Oh," I said reddening with embarrassment, "The guy had just run out of paper when I was doing the washroom check. All I did was hand him over a new roll," I told him hoping it didn't sound as lame as I thought and shrugged my shoulders. "Dontcha just hate it when that happens," Mark had said and moved to serve a new customer. I carefully opened the note, `Suck Me' it said and there was a phone number. Five minutes later I was back again re-washed and re-changed and wearing my third pair of clean briefs in the space of twenty minutes. That night I jerked off incessantly my mind replaying the sight of the guys exploding cock time and time again. Being a small town boy in a small town and living a small town life, I never made that call but that day became my best reliving fantasy for ages until I got Kev naked and alone in my room. Kev had begun to shiver slightly from the shock of the water pouring over him as he had unscrewed the wrong outlet and I grabbed a blanket to wrap around him to warm him. I had dug out some clothes and when I tried to put a pair of jeans on I discovered that his briefs were wet and that they would have to come off. Gently I grasped the damp briefs in my hands and began to ease the clinging cotton garment down his muscular legs. Kevin was smooth chested; he had only the slightest wisps of hair under his arms and his legs were also devoid of any hair. I loved the feeling of his soft gentle skin and marveled at the feel of his growing muscles under the touch of my ever personal hands. I had often found myself admiring the large bulge between his legs when I was working with him and when I eased his damp briefs off I was delighted to find that it was naturally filled. Kev was one of those blessed with a large cock that hung enticingly down over a pair of well-egged balls. He had a dark blond patch of curly pubic hair that waved gently as he trembled from the after effects of the accident. I stared at him until I was aware that he was looking at me. "Is anything wrong?" he asked anxiously. I gave him a blank look in reply. "Down there," he said, "only you've been looking very hard at my," he was lost for words, "my my," he paused and continued, "an' I was worried in case I'd done some damage. Is, is," finally he stuttered. "Is my cock alright?" Embarrassed I looked redly back at him. "No no," I repeated, "I thought, I," said quickly covering for my action, "er I thought it might need wiping dry but it's all okay as it's not wet down there after all." I turned away and almost cut my own erect cock in half as I did so; it was trapped between my brief fly and my trousers. "But I think you do need to shower as you do smell of dishwater and grease. I'll just get you something to put on, whilst you shower." I yelped the words as my briefs cut into my dick Quickly I hobbled to the cupboard to get him a spare towel and walked him to the bathroom where I set the shower going for him. Uncle Mark's shower was temperamental and I knew from experience that if the diner was busy the shower could run cold if anyone turned on the dishwasher whilst the shower was running. Engrossed I watched as Kev showered, used to showering at school he was unaware of my gaze and we talked as he scrubbed himself down. I can't recall the conversation as my memories were filled of the image of him cleaning himself. I watched the suds slide of him as he washed them down, my cock throbbing at the imagery of covering him in cum, my cum. Damn I went off again. "I'll just grab the clothes I put out," I called out rushing to change my cum wet briefs, "so you don't catch a chill between my room and the bathroom." "Sokay," he replied as I missed him toweling himself down. Once back newly changed into clean briefs I handed him the clothes watching with disappointment as his cock disappeared into my best pair of briefs. I was looking forward to wearing them after him and hoped no wanted to wear them warm from his use. Again my cock rose half hard and I tried to think of something else. Uncle Mark's shout from downstairs was a real helpful intrusion. "Hey you two I gotta business to run- get your asses down here or they will be sorry asses," his loud twang helped my cock make up its mind and back down it went. Hurriedly I helped to finish dressing him which turned out to be a big mistake as the clean freshly washed smell cumming off his young body had the opposite effect as Uncle Marks shout; hoping he was not aware of my now throbbing cock, made even harder as whilst He pulled on a t-shirt I had the lucky task of zipping away the object of my desire, I bent painfully down to slip on his sneakers. Fully dressed now he ran back to work with me. I grabbed his dirty clothes and put them in the diner's washing machine and later ran them through the drier. After he had finished his shift I told him what he had done and invited him back up to my room to change. "Gee that's real good of ya," he told me, "my ma would have been mad at me if I had gone home with a pile of wet diner smelly clothes. That was real cool Jack," he'd smiled his thanks, "I donna how to thank ya". "Tha'ts all right," I spoke gruffly as I was about to get my true thanks watching him change. Again I delighted in watching him undress; made even better cos of course I'd hidden his own briefs and he'd already taken mine off. We both searched the pile for a long as I could get him to stay naked. Sadly and finally he gave up the search. "You'll have to go home commando," I joked. Kev laughed and slipped on his newly washed jeans. When he had finished dressing I picked up the clothes he had discarded, "just gonna put these in the linen bin," I said and ran to the bathroom to change into the briefs he had been wearing, they were still warm from his body and I loved the feel of his warmth around my own cock. That night the briefs joined the ones I had taken off him and nightly and often daily I climaxed into them, wishing they were still wrapped around his large cock. I put the remote down and slipped the video out of the VCR. Kev looked down at his pulsating tool and grabbed the tip on one hand and began to squeeze it. "Y'know," he slurred, "that girl she was good. I wish my girlfriend would do that to me, but she seems frightened of ole nobby here." He added sorrowfully, "I like it so why don't she," he waved his gleaming weapon at me, "you said it was alright, don't you remember." I took a good hard look at his cock..... To be continued (I hope you are all enjoying my Boylover's Tales- if you have missed any then e-mail me on czykguy@hotmail.com for an up to date list of nifty's postings. I look forward to hearing more of your comments and ideas for future story lines.)