Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2017 19:21:19 -0600 From: Mark Holfmore Subject: Kevin Was My First Kiss This story is almost completely fictional and was inspired by my recent thoughts I had about a good friend I used to have named Kevin. For some reason, I thought about a phone call he made to me my senior year in high school. Kevin had moved away when we were in 8th grade, and while he wrote me a couple times, I was surprised and please to hear from him again. He described how he moved to Montana and then to Nevada, and how the students at his school in Montana were strong anti-nuclear activists, and then how there were a lot of openly gay students at his school in Nevada. He wondered if there were openly gay students at my high school because he thought they were so open in his school because the school was located so close to California, and since my high school was "close" to Denver, another very gay-friendly place, they might be there was well. I told him that it was the complete opposite and that I didn't know of any openly gay students. Years later now as I recalled that conversation, I started to wonder why he brought up the subject. It could have been simple curiosity, as I thought at the time. After all, I knew that Kevin was a Gemini and naturally curious. Then I began to wonder if he had another reason, if he was trying to find out if I was gay. As part of our discussion of high school, we talked about who the popular kids were, Football and girl's volleyball players at my school, soccer players at his school. He explained that most girls thought football players were dumb and preferred the smarter soccer players. Since I played soccer, just not on the school team, I found this to be interesting. But I can't remember if he said he had a girlfriend, or lots of girlfriends, or if he just described how other guys on the team (he explained that he played soccer). If he was trying to see if I was gay, I definitely missed an opportunity to share that with him. Which got me thinking about something he said before he moved in 8th grade. I can't remember where we were when he mentioned it, but one day he stated that the reason why kissing felt so good was because of all the nerves in our lips since our lips were partly made to sense if food or drink was too hot to go in our mouths. I must have said something about that being an interesting fact, but he made me start to fantasize about what might have happened if I had been a little more curious about his statement... I imagined getting up the nerve to ask him how he knew that kissing really did feel good. I sure hadn't kissed anyone by then, and I doubted that he was any different. I imagined that he did admit to not having kissed anyone, so I then started to talk about how hard it is to really know unless you do it. What if I hated it when I finally did try it? What if I was a horrible kisser and the girl would reject me or make fun of me? He admitted that that could be a problem for him too. But who could we practice on? To give myself a greater sense of awareness than I had then ( I was basically clueless, as I described in my true life story), I then told him that my sister and her friends practiced kissing with each other, and I had even watched them doing it. He was amazed, but also skeptical and grilled me about it. But soon he accepted what I said as true, and that got him thinking. What if we practiced on each other? I told him that could be a good idea, but he wondered if that would be a little too gay. I argued that my sister and her friends practiced on each other and they didn't seem gay. In fact, each soon had a boyfriend. Kevin seemed to think it over, and said that I wanted to, we could practice on each other. But where? I asked. I was going to move to a new house where I would have own room, but right now I had to share with my little brother. Kevin was an only child, and he said we'd have lots of privacy at his house. He asked if I could come over today, and I said sure. I didn't want to seem too eager! We both took the bus to his neighborhood and managed to talk fairly normally, although I knew that I was feeling nervous but also excited and couldn't get the thought of what we were going to do out of my head. I knew I trusted Kevin and I was comfortable with him, although I had never thought about him or guys in general. I new about lesbians and even had a Penthouse with pictures of women together. But as I said the thought of guys never entered my head. Now, I tried to push it away by the thought that since my sister and her friends did it, it must be okay. Maybe it was just a thing that friends did, but otherwise no one talked about it. When we got to his place, his parents were still at work, but he suggested we go to his room (we had otherwise always hung out in the basement). We took off our jackets and he hung them up in his closet. We then stood in the center of the room, our nervousness becoming more obvious. Kevin and I were the same height and had similar slim builds. He had blonde hair and glasses, which he took off and set on his dresser. I asked if he could still see without them, and he said that he could still see me if we were close enough. Was that a hint? We were standing a normal distance apart, but we both seemed suddenly aware that we were too far apart to kiss. "Do you really want to?" Kevin asked. "If you still do," I replied. In answer, he stepped towards me as I then turned towards him. We stood just inches apart, and I noticed that his eyes were a nice shade of blue. Our lips touched and my first thought that it felt like holding your breath under water with something soft against them. They WERE soft, his lips that is. He also softly put his arms around me. At that point, I wondered where I should put my arms, and as the kiss continued, I put them around him too. We stopped finally to catch our breath and glanced nervously at each other. I was the first to break the silence. "That was better than I thought." "Yes, it was." We both grinned at each other. "Your lips were definitely soft." I said. "Yours too," Kevin smiled some more as he look down at the floor. "Want to practice some more?" "Sure." The next kiss was even better, and we each started holding the other tighter. Kevin's lips were so soft, I couldn't believe it! And he smelled so good too! I thought as soon as I realized that I could breathe through my nose. Then a new sensation crept over me as my cock started to tingle and then grow harder. In many stories, the author describes how he could feel the other guys cock through his pants, but I was wearing jeans and he was wearing corduroy pants. So I wasn't sure if he was getting hard too. But I certainly was. It was as if a new world had opened for me, one that I never knew existed. As I said, I never thought about guys or being gay, but as much as I was scared, I also knew that this felt really good. We finally stopped, and we both smiled and looked each other in the eye. I felt the need to thank him, so I did. "Thanks for agreeing to practice with me," I said. "It means a lot to me, and even more because you're my best friend." Kevin blushed. "It felt special to me too." Unfortunately, just at this point, Kevin's mom came home. We quickly adjusted our shirts and our positions before she poked her head into his room. We played video games for a couple hours and then it was time for me to go home. But we made plans for me to come to his house again later in the week. That night, I kept thinking about the kiss and how good it felt, and I started touching myself while I recalled what happened. I could tell that something in my way of looking at Kevin had changed, but I didn't want to think about it too much at the time, only that it felt really good and that I wanted to do it again. The next day we were able to get together was the day before my family was moving into the new house. This time, we decided to just hang out in the basement and watch tv like we usually do. But I noticed that he kept glancing and me, and I wondered if maybe he could hear my heart pounding it sounded so loud to me. Finally, after about ten minutes went by, he moved a little closer to me on the couch. I was beginning to think he wasn't interested any more, but I didn't want to seem too eager so I waiting for what seemed like forever but was only probably about thirty seconds until I moved the rest of the way next to him. We were still looking at the tv though even though our things and arms were touching. I was really nervous but also really excited, and I decided to get up the courage and put my arm around him. But he seemed to have the same idea at the same time and we ended up bumping elbows. This made us laugh and I think it broke the ice a little. "You go ahead," he told me so I lifted my right arm again and put it around his shoulder. He then turned so that he was facing me and put his right arm around me. Once again, we stared into each other's eyes but this time He kept his glasses on. I took a deep breath and then leaned towards him as he did the same. The kiss was just as good as the others, maybe even better because we both fell into each other's arms and hugged each other tightly as we kissed. I knew this time that I could breath through my nose so I just kept kissing him and didn't want to stop. My cock was hard I wondered if his was too, so I finally decided to break the kiss and look down. Sure enough, his was making a nice bulge in his khaki pants and I quickly looked up to start kissing him again. After while, he started to moan and that let me know that I could be more vocal so I started moaning too. This made him break the kiss and he sat slightly back and looked me in the eye. "This feels so good, I can't believe it!" he exclaimed. "I know! I don't want to stop!" I replied and we mashed ourselves together again. This time, I felt his tongue against my slips and I parted them so that his tongue slipped between them. I decided to return the favor and when our tongues touched, he moaned loudly. I moaned in response and then suddenly we heard the sound of the garage door opening and we stopped, panting to regain our breath as we moved further apart and tried to make it seem like we were just watching tv when his mom came down the stairs. She said hi and we smiled at her, and then she went back up the stairs. Kevin reached over and placed his hand on my hand, and I turned my hand over so that I could take hold of his. We held hands while we watched tv until it was time for me to go home. Although I was soon enjoying my own room for the first time in my life, it took a good week or so before we were settled in enough so that I could invite Kevin over. Part of the wait involved the fact that I wanted to have a sleepover so that we could really spend some time together. He was just as eager as me to have the sleepover, so when Friday finally arrived, we took the bus to my house. The entire time we were at school and then in front of my family, we tried to pretend that nothing had changed between us. But every now and then we'd glance at each other and smile. I showed him my room and he asked if the door could lock. It couldn't, but I told him that I used a board under the doorknob to keep it shut and that we could also make a tent with a large blanked I had so that we could have more privacy. Since I knew that we'd be having dinner in about another hour, we played video games until then and then finally headed back to my room. Again, I felt really nervous and looking at him, I figured he felt the same. But I couldn't believe that it was finally going to happen--we'd finally have the chance to do more together. After we set the "tent" up, I asked him if he brought any pajamas. He responded that he usually slept in just his underwear, so I told him that I did too along with one of my dad's old undershirts. He smiled and then asked if we should brush our teeth first. "Good idea," I said and we headed to the bathroom after he took his toothbrush out of his bag. We both looked into the mirror as we brushed our teeth and smiled at each other when we looked into the mirror after we were done. I wanted to hold his hand as we walked to my room, but I didn't dare do that. I soon had the board under the doorknob and checked it to see that it was secure. I then led the way by crawling under the blanket and into the "tent." we had set up some unzipped sleeping bags and some pillows to sit against. "Should we get into our pajamas, I mean get ready for bed?" he asked. I slapped my forehead. "I forgot! It would have been easier to do it before we got in the tent." "I see what you mean," he replied. The "tent" was only high enough for us to sit but didn't leave much room to get undressed. So I crawled back out and he followed me. We then laughed at the awkwardness and when he started unbuttoning his plaid shirt I pulled off mine. I glanced appreciatively at his chest and then sat down to take off my shoes and socks. The last thing was my jeans and he unzipped his khakis and pulled them down as I removed them. We were both wearing "tighty-whities" and we both had very clear erections. Seeing his just made mine harder, so I quickly crawled back under the tent and sat against the pillows. He joined me and I could tell both of us were breathing hard. "What do we do?" he asked. "Well, kiss of course, silly!" So just like our second time, we wrapped our arms around each other as we kissed, but this time there weren't any clothes in the way and the sensation was incredible. My bare chest was against his and afterwhile, I moved a little do that we were side to side and could press together from head to toe. I could also finally feel his cock pressed against mine, so I started grinding against him. He moaned and pressed harder against me as his tongue slipped between my lips. I can now name what it was we were doing but I couldn't at the time: we french kissed and frotted for several minutes until I stopped because I didn't want to come yet. "Let's remove these," I said and began taking off my underwear. He nodded and removed his and we finally stared at each other's cocks for several seconds. Now that we were totally naked, I wanted to see what it felt like to kiss like that, so I took him in my arms again. It was even better than any of the other times, and I knew then that we had gone beyond just experimenting and practicing. The only thing I wanted was his naked body against mine and mine against his. That is until he made his next request. "Can I suck your dick?" "Only if I can suck yours at the same time," I answered. We moved into a sixty-nine and touched each other's cocks for the first time. I hadn't really thought about sucking his cock (it's funny how he said "dick" and I say "cock") and had mainly wanted to kiss him. But once again I was expanding my mind about what it meant to be with Kevin. His cock tasted different than I expected, yet it was more the idea that I was sucking on another guy's cock that hit me hardest. But again I found that I was really enjoying these sensations, and then when his lips wrapped around my cock, I almost lost it. I'm glad I didn't and managed to keep from coming then because I started to focus more on his cock and how I could please him as he was pleasing me. Soon I began to hear him moaning louder and this made me moan as well. Then he started shaking and I knew he must be coming and that put me over the edge as I started coming too. This was before I could ejaculate and it wasn't surprising that he couldn't ejaculate either. But I don't know how I would have felt about it if he could ejaculate. Maybe it would have been just one more thing to get used to about having sex with him. After our orgasms subsided, I turned around and began kissing him again. I knew it wouldn't be long before I could get hard again, but I knew that I loved kissing Kevin just as much as he seemed to love kissing me.