Florida, USA
Part 13

The more the merrier? Jeez! What had I said? When Kevin's funky semi was dangling just inches from my face, I figured I'd made a big mistake. How the fuck was I gonna get that damn thing into my mouth? And it wasn't even hard yet!

On the other hand, it was a work of art. Thick and luscious, with a crown of blonde pubes, and low hangers that promised a flood of tasty juice. I could see his ass crack between his slim but muscular legs... smooth as a baby's butt. Yum!

Then my eyes travelled up his flat stomach and athletic chest 'til they reached his face. "You nervous?"

"Fucking petrified."

"Hey, you should be down here, man. This is the scary part. Whoa!"

"OK... you wanna forget it?"

"No, no, no, no! You've come this far, don't quit now." I lifted Kevin's heavy, limp dick, and kissed its head. "Besides, I'm not leaving here 'til I've tasted this thing."

"From up here it looks huge compared to your face."

"Looks even bigger down here. Man, lemme tell ya, that is some mother. Woohoo!"

"Just lemme know if you have a problem or whatever. OK?"

"I'll have to use fucking sign language. No way I'm gonna be able to talk with that thing reaching half way to my ass."

Joshua must've been trying to figure out what he was gonna do, 'cause it took him a while to get off his chair. Then he approached Kevin from behind, and began to kiss his neck, while his hands explored the blonde god's shoulders and chest. At the same time, Kevin's monster began to rise, pulsating with each injection of hot blood. And between Kevin's legs, I could see Joshua's boner rubbing against his bud's smooth, firm buns.

I placed my hands on the backs of Kevin's thighs, then slid them up to the base of his ass, where I felt the sudden, erotic curve of his ass cheeks. They were muscular and dimpled... and soooo damn smooth! For a few moments, I studied the giant, swollen knob of his now rock-hard cock, with it's enlarged pisshole. Fucking hell! That damn thing was gonna drown me for sure! Either that or choke me! No turning back now, though.

I opened my mouth as wide as poss, then slid my lips over his cockhead. "Oh, my God!" I heard him groan. Then I used my tongue to send a zillion volts through his bod. "Jesus!" he yelled.

My mouth was so incredibly full, I didn't think it was possible for my lips to travel any further down his shaft, but, somehow, I managed to get a few more inches in.

Meantime, Joshua had worked his way down to Kevin's butt, and was tonguing his rosebud. He had the easy fucking job. But it was amazing to me that Kevin wasn't resisting. Seemed as though we'd transported him to a place he didn't wanna leave... at least, not right away.

It took a little while, but Kevin eventually got up the nerve to place his hands on my head. Gently, he slid his enormous throbber backwards and forwards between my lips, being careful not to lose Joshua's tongue in the process. The dude must've been in total heaven!

It was when I felt Kevin's fingers suddenly dig into my scalp that I knew I was in for an avalanche of juice. He pulled my face closer to his crotch. A second later, the head of his eight and a quarter inches became even bigger and harder, and thrashed about in my mouth like a cut snake. He let out a helluva fucking noise before a massive explosion of thick, sticky juice rocketed down my throat like it had been fired from a canon. I was hovering between gagging and trying to swallow as his outa control, volcanic load continued to erupt.

I grabbed his tight balls, which were hugging the base of his cock, and massaged them. The whole damn 'hood must've been able to hear his wild animal noises. He was going totally fucking ballistic! And me? Whoa! I felt like an anaconda swallowing a whole damn wilderbeast or whatever.

When it was all over, and Kevin's shiny, sweat-covered body had collapsed into the easy chair, he didn't know where to look. Actually, he did... he was studying the ceiling.

"Kevin?"

"I'm dreaming. Right?"

"Nope."

"It really happened?"

"Yep."

"I can't believe it."

"Why are you staring at the ceiling?"

"I can't look at you guys. I can't believe what you just did, Josh."

"Me? Well, I was kinda between jobs... seemed like a cool way to pass the time."

"Don't joke about it, dude."

"You weren't complaining."

"You're right. It's just that... fucking hell... there are no words. Are you OK, Daniel?"

"Me? Hey, I'll live... I think."

"I'm sorry if I got carried away."

"Will you stop staring at the fucking ceiling?"

Kevin lowered his eyes, which met mine. "Hey, Daniel, I didn't mean to..."

"Yes, you did. You meant the whole, damn, fucking thing. And will you quit apologizing already? It was totally cool. I enjoyed it. So did Joshua. What's the matter with you?"

"I saw it."

"What?"

"Your mouth. It was stretched to fucking hell and back. And... I wanted to stop, but I couldn't."

"I would've killed you if you had."

Kevin slumped back into the chair, and resumed gazing unfocused at the ceiling. "I don't understand you guys. And Josh? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Hell no! Why should I be?"

"That was my ass, man. Or didn't you notice?"

"Yep... I noticed. I've wanted to get my tongue into that killer butt ever since you moved in."

"Kevin?" I interjected. "Don't you ever fantasize about stuff like that?"

"Fantasies aren't real, Daniel. They're just fantasies... not reality."

"So how do you explain what just happened here?"

"I dunno. Unreal springs to mind."

"Are you sorry you did it?"

It took quite a few moments for for Kevin to answer my question, while he continued to avoid our eyes. "Sorry? I'm not sure. It was the most awesome experience... totally awesome. In-fucking-credible. But what's gonna happen to me now?"

"What do you want to happen?"

"You were right, Daniel. Same me, different attitude. I could never go back to where I was. Not after that."

"Would you wanna?"

Once again, Kevin took ages to answer. "Guess not. But what happens now? Huh?"

"At least you're not lisping," Joshua cracked.

"You're right. I don't feel any different... I mean, I'm the same guy. But I'm not the same guy. Y'know? I mean, that's not the kinda thing you do once and then forget about. Right?"

"Right."

"So what am I gonna be like tomorrow? How will I react to other people? How will they react to me?"

"You'll be friendlier. You'll smile a lot more. That's about it."

"Yeah, right. After what you guys did?"

"How do you spell paranoia? You think it's gonna be written all over your face? How many faces at college? Hundreds? Have you studied them? Do they all have flashing, neon messages on their foreheads? My friend blew me last night? Huh?"

"How did you feel when it first happened to you?"

Joshua and I glanced at each other, waiting for the other to answer. But I volunteered first. "You're right, Kevin. I freaked big time. But a couple of buddies, Paul and Freddie, soon sorted me out. So everything's cool now."

"No more conscience?"

"You mean like guilt trips? Nope."

"And you call me contradictory? Ha! Last night on the balcony you said you were a rebel without a cause. And now you're telling me you don't have any guilt trips? Hello?"

"OK... so I get the guilts sometimes... but it's nothing I can't handle."

"Guilts about what?"

"Mainly about my folks finding out... or other people who don't know about me."

"That's what I can't understand. How can it all be so damn cool if you're paranoid about other people finding out?"

"'Cause there'd be a whole bunch of explaining to do. How do you explain this kinda thing? I'm not ashamed of what I do. It's just that my folks don't know about it. It'd be like some kinda shock. Folks are like that. They have a kid, and they expect the kid to be straight, and like get married some day, and do all the grandchildren bullshit. Y'know? They never expect their kid to be gay or bi or whatever. It never enters their heads. So they're like whoa! What happened to our fucking dream?"

"That's what happened to me," Joshua admitted. "My mom and dad are separated, as you know, but my dad wanted me to be the son he'd always expected. For a year at high school, he made me play American football. I guess he figured it'd straighten me out. But it didn't. The only good thing about playing football was the showers and the locker room.Woohoo!"

That got Kevin's attention. "Is that why your parents split?"

"Not sure... it was probably one of the reasons."

"Do you feel bad about it?"

"Why should I? I wasn't standing in some queue when parents were being handed out. What choice did I have? What choice does any of us have? The whole fucking thing is a lottery, and if it doesn't turn out like parents expect, that's just too damn bad."

"Is that what I should say to my mom?" I asked. "I just waltz up to my mom and say, "Hey, mom, I'm gay. And if you don't like it, it's just too fucking bad?" Huh? I could never do that. I could never hurt my mom. She loves me."

"You wanna find out how much?"

"No."

"My mom's cool about it."

"How did you tell her?"

"I didn't have to. She knew already... well, suspected. Moms know about these kinda things. And when my dad forced me to play football, she accused him of bullying me... of trying to turn me into something I wasn't. It was totally crazy. So kicking a ball around was supposed to change me? Hello? Do you think he was successful? No way! Kevin? Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Are you understanding what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, your dad tried to turn you into a... oh... yeah... OK... I get it."

"And?"

"So what happened tonight isn't gonna change me. Is that it?"

"What do you think?"

"It has changed me. Well, it has and it hasn't. I mean, I don't feel any different. I'm just more aware of... certain stuff."

"Hey, Kevin?" I asked. "Did I do OK?"

His grin said it all.

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