Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 14:11:51 +1030 From: Philip Whitney Subject: Meeting up with Kevin - Part 3 - A Wake Up Call It was Kevin's first time fucking someone and it was awesome that he had chosen me for his first time. We had chatted about it many times on Skype and I know he had been saving it for someone special. He wanted me laying on my back, so that he could watch my expression change as his 15 year old torpedo disappeared into my inner sanctum. He was well lubed up and I was totally relaxed, so his invasion of my rear orifice wasn't as painful as it could have been without any decent preparation. I was tight and Kevin was scared of hurting me, so it probably took him several minutes before his pubes were making acquaintance with the satin smoothness of my nearly 18 year old bum cheeks. Once fully inserted he leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. "I have waited so long for this moment," he whispered. I have always enjoyed kissing, but this was something special. Both our mouths opened automatically and I allowed Kevin to take the initiative and explore. He was gentle, but earnest, subtle, but invasive, delicious and creative. I was in heaven. I involuntarily flexed my anal muscles and this was the catalyst for Kevin to start his performance. Withdrawing until his bulbous helmet was trapped by my tight ring that was still to relax completely. Then he slowly reversed his movement and pushed forward until once again I felt his pubes tickle the skin around my opening. Then another withdrawal and a gentle push forward. This continued very slowly for some time until the movement became easy and I could feel my prostate being gently massaged. As the pace increased I looked at Kevin's face and watched his eyes gradually close and his head lean back as if he was in a trance. It took some time for him to get into a rhythm, but each time he started to withdraw I flexed my muscles, gripping his knob tightly, not wanting it to vacate the premises. I soon realized I was moaning fairly loudly, so Kevin leaned forward and covered my mouth with his. Fortunately his parents room was at the other end of the house, but his sister was just next door. Kevin eventually lost control and the gently movement became solid thrusts and his gentle moans became grunts. Finally with one enormous thrust that made me think his dick was going to come out of my mouth, his 15 cm torpedo injected its creamy cargo deep into my insides. Seconds later my own dick pulsed several times, without me even touching it and my own creamy caviar sprayed onto my belly and chest. Kevin collapsed onto me exhausted and lay there for quite some time. I eventually lifted his face off my chest and looked deep into his eyes. " Wow! that was fucking amazing," he retorted. "Yeah it was," I replied. After a few minutes his breathing became slow and deep and I realized he had fallen asleep once again. His softening dick had slipped out allowing me to lower my legs on either side of him. His head was nestled in the crook of my neck and I wrapped my arms around his body and cupped both his bum cheeks. I was wide awake now. I kept closing my eyes and trying to drift off to sleep, but my body was saying you are still in Australia and its 4 in the afternoon. I was enjoying the feel of Kevin's silken skin against my own. As he breathed deeply his chest rubbed across my nipples, causing an unusual sensation throughout my body. The bum cheeks that I held in each hand were like nothing I had ever held before. Like 2 hard basketballs covered with a mink skin. Beautiful soft tiny hairs that barely moved as I gently stroked my hands in circles. As my fingers moved together, they slipped into a soft hairy crevasse, before touching each other at the entrance to Aladdin's cave. My dick, laying flat against my stomach was starting to chub up as with each breath it was gently massaged by Kevin's silken pubes. By now the head had sneaked its way out of its protective sheaf of skin and after 3 involuntary flexes gradually inflated to its maximum 17 cm. My mind was saying 'NO! you need to get up and shower,' but as my hips slowly started to gyrate I knew my body was winning the argument. I was soon out of control, my hands pressing down, as my hips rose, forcing his crotch to mash against my dick. Realizing I was on the brink of another amazing climax, I forced my mouth onto his neck to stifle my moans. I sucked in deeply as four strong pulses spewed my morning seed between our bodies. Kevin was dead to the world when I gently slipped from beneath him, smearing my cum across his lower belly. It felt great in the shower. I was wide awake for the first time since arriving in CA. So much had happened sexually since I arrived, yet technically it was the same day as I had left Australia. Jet lag and time zones were something to get used to. I had a long piss which cleared the cum residue out of my soft tube, wrapped a towel around my body and exited the bathroom to find Kevin sitting on the side of the bed with the biggest grin imaginable across his gorgeous face. I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. He returned the kiss, but as he pulled away he reminded me to be careful in front of his family. I laughed out loud, telling him he wasn't careful at 4 am that morning. He blushed profusely, but again reminded me. Seconds after he entered the bathroom I heard a loud: "What the fuck!" and he rushed back into the bedroom with his hand on his neck. "When did this happen?" he yelled as he moved his hand revealing a very large and prominent hickey on his neck. I said I was sorry, but had nowhere else to put my mouth. He started to panic, so I retrieved a tube of pimple cream from my bag and smeared a small amount onto his neck. "If you wear a collared shirt, its hardly noticeable." Back in the bathroom he seemed happier. During breakfast, Kevin told me of the plans for the weekend. We were to stay at one of his friends houses that night and he was having a Halloween Party. Kevin's parents were taking his sister for an overnight stay about 250 km from where they lived. She played in a major league softball competition and it was a big championship that weekend. Normally Kevin would have had to go with them, since they didn't trust him. However, as I was there and also, since his friend had this Halloween party, they had organised for us to sleepover. So straight after breakfast we were to head off into town to hire some costume clothes. Kevin kept fingering his hickey and said he hoped it had disappeared by the time his parents returned. I laughingly told him to pick a girl at the party and make out with her. He chased me from the room. Halloween was not a big deal in Australia, so this was to be another new experience for me. I started to think of what I would wear. May be one of the Michael Jackson ghouls, a hooded ghost, or even a vampire? We excitedly exited the bus right next to the mall on a beautiful Californian nearly summer's day. The costume hire shop was at the far end of the mall, but as we had plenty of time we checked out some of the men's wear shops on the way. The clothes seemed pretty much the same as Australia, they even had Rip Curl and Billabong brands. Suddenly Kevin's name was yelled across the mall and he smiled and told me to come and meet some of his friends. They were sitting outside a café drinking coke, as Kevin introduced me to them all. One of his mates put on a mock Aussie accent and they all roared with laughter. I laughed as well, though I was sure I didn't sound like that. The three of them each had a bag and it turned out one had a ghoul costume, one a hooded ghost and the third, yeah you've guessed it a vampire outfit. What the hell were we going to get? The costume shop was huge. Everything you could think of was there, army uniforms, nuns, even a father Christmas. We couldn't find anything ghoulish in our size except the three that his mates already had. I asked Kevin if it had to be ghoulish and he said that it was a costume party and that we weren't trick or treating, so we could dress as anything. After much searching I spotted the ideal outfits for us and Kevin agreed. A priest and an altar boy. As I was a bit taller than Kevin the priests outfit would be perfect for me and Kevin would look so angelic as an altar boy. We headed to the change room to try them on. There was only one free so we went in together. It was fairly tight especially when Kevin bent over to take his shorts off. We both stood in our undies admiring each other's body. Both of which were nicely colored. Mine with the remains of my aussie summer tan and Kev's from his mixed ancestry. I couldn't resist a kiss and held him close in a tight embrace. As the tingling began in my groin and I felt the increasing bulge in Kevin's undies, he laughingly pushed me away telling me to save it for later. It was now much later and we had been dropped off early at his mates place by his parents on their way to the softball championships. Kevin's mate wasn't home, so his sister showed us to her brother's room we would be sharing that night. Kevin had stayed here many times, so he knew his way around. His computer was on so we sat next to each other and played a few games. After quite some time Kevin suggested we try on the costumes. We stripped off our shorts and started to don the the cassocks. Mine was a priestly black and Kevin's was a fantastic burgundy red color. They were really warm, so I daringly suggested we strip completely and be naked under the costume. Kevin was reluctant at first, but when he saw how my cassock covered me completely he did the same. Fortunately my white dog collar was attached to the cassock, so it was easy to wear. I also had a burgundy red stole around around my neck which matched Kevin's cassock. Kevin looked amazing. He had a beautiful lacey surplus over his cassock and a frill around his neck. He looked so angelic. I just couldn't resist him and gave him a huge hug and kissed him on the lips. Immediately our boyhoods responded and with nothing to contain them, tented the cassocks. With our tongues playing chase me around the mouth I lifted his cassock and grasped those amazing bum cheeks once again. Neither of us heard the door open, but stopped in our tracks as Josh, Kevin's best mate said: "The priest and the altar boy! wow, this is going to be a great Halloween party."