Last Time with Kevin

Warning: Gay Sexual Content
It's been a year since I blew Mike and I was pretty much hated myself that entire year. I spent a lot of time fighting strangers and trying to prove to myself that I'm not gay by trying to have sex with any girl who would let me. I managed to get a handjob once in the movies but nothing more than that.

I figured the reason I hate myself is because deep down, I knew that I liked sucking dick. Or rather, I thought that I liked it. I was too young to know any better the first two times and I decided my time with Mike wasn't as enjoyable as I expected. I decided the solution to everything would be to give Kevin a blowjob once more and I'll realize that sucking dick isn't as glorious as I remembered.

A week later, Kevin went to visit his mom and luckily I was there. Mike and I played some video games with him and had the usual amount of fun. Eventually, I found some time to be alone with Kevin. I whispered to him that I wanted to tell him something in private so we went into the backyard. As he stood there looking down on me, I could barely find my voice. I was so nervous, I couldn't believe I was even going to ask him this question.

"Do you want some head?" I was so scared my heart fell into my ass. He sort of laughed a little (I guess that was his immediate response to shock) and then asked, "You want to give me head?" I nodded and his face suddenly got serious. He grabbed me by my hand and took me along a fenced alley on the backwards side of his house. He literally kicked me down to my knees and whipped his dick out like a prize. It was already rock hard before he could shove it into my mouth.

Sucking his dick was a nostalgic experience. Over the last 3 years I hardly remembered how well he smelled or how stretchy and smooth his flesh was in my mouth but once I started sucking his dick I remembered the familiarity of it all. He grabbed me by my head with both hands and fucked my mouth. His stomach continuously collided against my forehead as he pushed every inch of himself into my willing mouth.

It wasn't long before he was groaning heavily. I knew what was soon going to follow. He rose on his tip-toes and pushed his cock as far down my throat as it can go. I felt it throbbing and hardening on my tongue. My throat extracted, waiting for his cum. And then it shot down my throat. So far down my throat that I tried to gag but I couldn't because his dick wouldn't let me. "Don't choke, don't choke." He told me as he started to loosen his grip on my head.

I could feel his hot, thick cum sliding down my throat. The taste was bitter and it felt so weird. I had to try my best not to gag. Despite that, I was happy. For the first time in a year I wasn't insecure about my sexuality. I was just happy that I pleased Kevin and his cum was like a medal to prove it.

He backed himself up against the fence and panted. His shirt was soaked in sweat. He took it off, revealing his beautifully sculpted, glowing brown body. For the first time, I had a real appreciation in someone's figure. I loved seeing his abs tighten at every breath and the veins of his toned arms pulsating. I had just finished sucking his dick (not even standing off my knees at that time) and I wanted to suck his dick all over again.

I finally risen from my knees. I stood in front of him smiling. His body suddenly turned from relaxed to tense. He gave me a look and I already knew what he was going to say next: "You know we can never do that again, right?" I nodded my head. "Now that I got it out of my system, I don't want." I lied. But I did want to. I wanted to kiss him all over his sculpted body and feel his cock throbbing in my throat once more. Instead, we just said our goodbyes and I walked home.

All I could think about was Kevin. His thick, uncut cock. His abs. The way he revealed his sharp canine teeth every time he smiled. And, that night, for the first time in my life, I had an orgasm.