THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Kevin

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

Dan Cortese was at lost for words. His eyes were feasting on the
sweetest sight he could think of: young, hard flesh of youth. He
leaned against the fence and silently watched the young man work.

He didn't know his aunt still had it in her to hire pool-cleaner
boys this beautiful. The cleaner was the sort he thought only
existed in pornographic films: smooth, tanned, muscular flesh all
over, except for the inch of pale white skin revealed when those
Speedos trunks lowered when the youth bent down over the pool. The
sun caressed the youth's skin like a connoisseur, over well-
sculpted biceps that bulged with the youth's motion, over that
beautifully tapered back, and over tightly muscled thighs. And
when the young man turned to face Dan, Dan sighed and one hand
absently moved to cup his bludgeoning erection as his eyes feasted
on bronzed pectorals and taut washboard stomach.

The young man, Dan also realized with a sense of disappointment,
looked very, very young. Tall, but there was no denying in that
young man's sweet, cherubic baby face. The young man, boy
actually, couldn't be any more than seventeen.

Dan's erection hurt, and he couldn't help but to rub it against
his palm. Damn, he never wanted anything this bad before. What he
wouldn't give to sink his face between those taut, hard-looking
buttocks, or better still, his aching cock right between those
buns and up that tight muscular pucker that guarded the boy's
anus.

"Danny?"

His aunt's voice had the effect of instantly dispelling his lust
more effectively than a bucket of iced water. Danny straightened
up and tried, behind the cover of the fence, to push his dick down
his pants.

Big Mama Cortese, as he and the rest of what's left of their
family called the family matriarch, marched down her garden lane.
"Danny, why didn't you come in? You're in luck - I have corn
custard cakes heating in the oven. Come over and show Big Mama how
much you have grown!"

Dan was thirty years old, but to her, he was probably permanently
twelve and still a gawky, awkward kid just growing into the tall,
well-made gorgeous hunk he'd like to think he was today. Okay, so
he wasn't as handsome as those pretty boys that one could find
everywhere in New York in his field of business, but he had this
Italian chiseled face bones that gave him an elegant demeanor
where everything else couldn't. Since he started making money, he
had started buying better clothes too. Classy, handsome clothes
that while weren't branded and fatal to his bank account still
made him look good and cultured. Dan had left those ghettos of his
life without a backward glance. He didn't miss it.

But his aunt was a walking proof of his past that he wanted to
forget. Unsophisticated, loud, and even now wearing a dress that
looked like a rainbow- colored bed sheet, Big Mama might lived in
this house Dan bought her, but she retained her roots and it
unfortunately showed.

"And meet Kevin here. He's Edna's grandson and he is seventeen,"
she announced, unknowingly confirming Dan's fears.

Kevin stood up and perhaps conscious of Dan's hunger, just
simmering under his pleasant facade, crossed his arms over that
perfect chest. "Hi," he said simply.

Dan, evil bastard that he was, wanted to see those perfect
pectorals and those ripe, crowning dark brown buds that were
Kevin's erect nipples, so he extended his right hand. "Hi, I'm
Dan, Big Mama's useless nephew."

"Kev Zegers," the boy said, his eyes knowing as he reluctantly
took Dan's hands.

And Dan knew then: the boy knew this game. Not that Dan was
surprised. A boy so beautiful couldn't stay ignorant of the lust
he ignited for long. Trying not to wonder if this boy actually
played the game rather than just being aware of it, he tightened
his grip on the boy's hand and felt another violent surge of
arousal exploded in the base of his spine at the feel of the boy's
surprisingly rough and callused skin against his palm.

"Come on, come in, you too, Kev. I have breakfast ready."

Dan couldn't help sighing - it seemed a waste when Kev casually
pulled on a loose white tee over his glorious body. The long tee
fell until midway of his thighs, thus eliminating his body from
Dan's appreciative gaze.

"Coming, Big Mama," Dan said, and oh yes, he was evil. He placed
his arm around Kev's shoulders, again enjoying the delicious feel
of those muscular shoulders, and pushed the boy along.



Kevin Zegers knew he was being lusted after. He knew this game,
although he didn't play it. Adults terrified him, because their
lust were always more... real compared to those games he played
with the girls in his school. This Dan's heated gaze on Kev's body
and face - oh Dan tried to hide it under his handsome, always
appealing face, but Kev had been at the receiving end of such want
for too long not to know. It was the same reason Kev quitted most
of his sports team and stayed on in swimming only because old Mr
George never elucidated any interest in him. The coaches in
baseball, football, and basketball teams scared him because of the
way they looked at him.

Maybe it was something strange in him. Men, even married men,
looked at him the way Dan looked at him now, and Kev knew too well
these same men would blame him for their 'slip-ups' should he let
them have him.

As he nervously fingered the cake in his plate now, he tried to
keep up with dear Big Mama's conversation with him and Dan. Dan,
he learned, was a pharmacist from New York. Kev had never been to
New York, or even out of this place. Big Mama had the only house
with a pool, a big house built by Dan who must loved her, and Kev
often came here to seek sanctuary from his life. Big Mama treated
him like a seventeen year old instead of a forbidden fruit to be
lusted over, and he could be free to be a teenager under her
maternal gaze and care.

But Dan's presence had changed all that. Dan wanted Kev, and Big
Mama's house was no longer safe. And the thought caused Kev to
panic; he wanted to protest at the unfairness of it all.

Dan was watching him again, although he was discussing things
easily with Big Mama. When Kev was younger, he thought maybe it
was just his vanity that made him think adults were watching him
in ways they shouldn't be. But when his gym coach tried to kiss
him two years ago, he knew he wasn't imagining things. Just the
way Dan's heated gaze occasionally thrown his way was real.

Kev's stomach rebelled at the thought. Dan, just like the others,
would be unfailingly polite. Soon they would try to bribe him with
gifts, as if he was a dumb pet, until they would lose it and try
to touch him. When Kev pushed them away, they would blame it all
on some lapse of judgment. It would always be his fault, because
they couldn't help the way they reacted to him. It was his fucking
fault for looking the way he was. Fucking bastards, all of them.

"So, I'll let you take care of the house while us gals have fun in
Europe," Big Mama announced.

Sharp pain tore into his hand, and he realized Dan and Big Mama
were watching him in surprise now. Why not? He had just shattered
the glass in his hand.

"Oops," Kev said. To Big Mama, he asked, "You're leaving?" as he
tried to tamper down the panic in his voice.

"Didn't I tell you? Oh silly me, my memory is definitely going. I
am going to visit Europe with a few friends. Dan needs some time
off from his job, so I asked him to come over and stay here for as
long as he wants to. Oh, don't worry, Kev, you can still drop by.
I've told Dan this is your home as much as his."

Kev was afraid of that.



"There, you'll be okay now." Dan finished bandaging Kev's wounded
hand with clean gauze.

Kev watched him, stunned despite himself. The man had the gentlest
touch Kev had ever experienced. He touched his gauzed hand
lightly, still feeling the imprints of Dan's fingertips even
through the layers of bandages.

"Just don't clean the pool for a while," Dan said in that gentle
voice of his. "I thought you were a pool boy when I first saw
you," he said. "Big Mama told me you just like helping the house."

"She's seventy-two," Kev said carefully. "Someone has to do the
harder works around here."

"Thank you," Dan said, surprising Kev.

"Why?"

"For taking good care of Big Mama while I'm not here," Dan said.
"She keeps driving away all the hired help I find her. Two months
ago the last maid fled because she told me she would go mad if Big
Mama kept fussing around her like she always did. I tried to visit
often, but I know it's not enough. How long have you been coming
here?"

"Six months," Kev offered.

"I see, your own parents don't mind?"

"They don't care." Kev caught himself in time. Dan had this air
around him, Kev realized, that made it easy for Kev to feel at
ease around him. "They are going to divorce any day soon," he
couldn't help continuing, not when Dan looked him questioningly
that way, as if he wanted to listen to every word Kev had to say.

Dan shrugged. "My parents divorced when I was sixteen. You'll get
over it. Just don't do stupid things like blaming yourself for
your parents' problems, and you'll save yourself in therapy bills
later on in life."

Kev smiled, he couldn't help it.

And Dan said, "I love it when you smile." He couldn't help it.

"You are no different from the others," Kev said.

Dan didn't pretend to misunderstand. "I think you are too young,"
he just said. "I don't think there will be a moment when I will
forget that."


TWO

Lucinda was complaining that he was neglecting her. It was all Kev
could do to escape bumping into her after school. In fact, he
regretted fucking her already. He didn't like the way they always
wanted more from him. He just wanted to be left alone. He told her
he was busy, and that he would take time to be with her this
weekend, he promised.

She suspected that he was seeing someone behind her back.
Understandable - Kev was going steady with another girl when
Lucinda got him. Maybe now she was finally beginning to understand
what a lousy catch he was. Underneath his beauty, Kevin wasn't
that pretty after all.

Kev pulled on a fresh change of clothes after a cold shower, and
he paused as he contemplated the sole bottle of cologne he had.
Downstairs, he heard the soft clink of glasses - his mother was
already working her way through her daily drunken binge, and it
wasn't even evening yet. The pain was always there, never blunted
by familiarity or cynicism, and it was all Kev could do to ignore
it.

Dan was alone in that big empty house, and Kev was going there.
For a moment, Kev hesitated. The thought of them both alone, and
Dan an adult who could turn violent with lust, should had
terrified him. But he couldn't help rubbing his bandaged hand in
his uninjured hand, remembering every gentle touch of the man as
Dan soothed the sting away, and he couldn't help feeling rather
stupidly that Dan would never hurt him. He thought he had learned
by now never to be lulled by the sense of security adults offered.
But Dan had gotten to him effortlessly with a gentle touch.

You'll get over it, Dan had said.

Yeah, he'd get over it, Kev told himself defiantly as he looked at
himself in the mirror. He had no idea what he was doing when he
carefully uncorked the cologne bottle. At least, that was the
excuse he would stick to.

The thought of having Dan as a friend was too tempting, and that
scared Kev the most. Adults were dangerous, and he knew Dan might
be the most dangerous to his own safety.




THREE

The week passed in a blur, and Kev didn't know what hit him. Dan,
as he promised, never forgot that Kev was too young. As a result,
Kev realized that the man never touched Kev, not unless he had to.
Even when they sat down and watched TV together, Dan always kept a
distance between them, even if the distance was a mere inch easily
crossed.

Kev didn't understand this man. Dan still wanted him, oh yes,
because Kev saw how Dan still looked at him when he though Kev
wasn't looking. And in a perverse way, Kev started to find the
man's tightly controlled emotion flattering and even exciting.

They somehow did become friends. Kev told himself that the warmth
he felt when Dan took him in his car and together they went to the
bar downtown and played pool - he was just glad the routine he had
wasn't broken. Dan and the house were just an escape for him. When
his parents finally killed each other, Kev would move on, and he
would forget Big Mama, the house, and Dan. And the warmth he felt
when Dan laughed at Kev's pathetic attempt at telling a joke, that
was just relief because Dan kept his word.

And the fear when he watched Dan becoming very friendly with
Johnny Angelo, the bartender, that was just normal, because if Dan
and Johnny somehow jumped each other's bones, Dan wouldn't want
Kev around the house anymore. Nothing more, Kev thought stubbornly
as he watched Johnny and Dan danced a slow, intimate round to Reba
McIntyre in the silence of the bar long after closing hours.
(Johnny was nervous that Kev was around, but Dan had laughingly
told him that as long as their clothes stayed on, Kev had nothing
to fear.)

He thought of Lucinda. They hadn't fucked for two weeks now. She
was right. He had been a lousy boyfriend. Maybe he ought to be
boning her more often. But somehow the thought of boning Lucinda
wasn't as fun as he'd hoped. He rested his chin on his hand and
watched the two men danced and laughed, studying the way Johnny's
right leg lifted slightly against Dan's left, and hated the two
men with all his heart.

That was two nights ago, and tonight, he only watched as Dan
whistled and carefully combed his hair before the mirror. Kev sat
on the bed and tried to think of something bitter and sharp to
say. Only, the truth came out instead. "You said we will watch the
game tonight," he said bitterly. "Together."

"Did we?" Dan turned, and his face softened slightly. "I've
forgotten. But look, I'll make it up to you someday, okay? This is
my big day with Johnny. I think he's the one," Dan said, winking
and flashing his pearly white teeth. "And oh, make sure you are
gone by midnight. I don't want you to see anything you don't want
to."

It was disgust that heated Kev's face and caused his eyes to
sting. Fucking queers, he tried to tell himself. He hadn't much
idea how Johnny and Dan would actually fuck each other, but the
thought of them together, touching, comforting each other... it
hurt. Kev looked away, trying to control his pain. Always, he was
alone. Big Mama left him for Europe. And now Dan would leave him
for Johnny.

"Hey, don't look so bad," Dan said, and Kev couldn't help but to
look at him hopefully, even if that mere act of looking hurt so
badly.

He didn't want Dan to see his suspiciously moist eyes or Dan to
pity him. Dan's hand halted in the instinctive action of reaching
for Kev, and Kev saw again desire warred with control on Dan's
face. Even now, Dan couldn't touch Kev without having such lewd,
dirty thoughts about him. Kev felt a hysterical laugh bubble in
him - he wanted to be touched, can you fucking believe that? - and
it was all he could do to tamper it down. He couldn't tamper the
bitter self-hatred that overwhelmed him at the moment, however. He
hated being this fucking beautiful. He wanted... he wanted...

Dan made a pained sound, and turned his back to Kev. "I have to
go," Dan said in a low voice, now turning his attention to his
bottle of cologne. "Lock up before midnight."

Kev pulled his knees to his chin and stared after the closed door
long after Dan had left.



Kev felt gentle fingers shaking him awake what seemed like an
eternity later. He shook off the fingers, wishing nothing more to
return to bliss, emotionless, conscienceless darkness of sleep,
but his senses came to full alertness when he heard a man whisper,
"Look, Johnny, I don't think you should stay here."

Dan. Kev tucked himself into a tighter circle and pretended to be
asleep.

He heard Johnny mumble something, then the soft closing of a door.
And then he felt Dan gently shaking him again. "Kev? I'm sorry.
It's just that... I'm so sorry if I hurt you, Kev."

Just go away and leave me alone, Kev wanted to say, but Dan's
fingers making slow, circular presses on his shoulder were
creating a delicious mind-numbing pleasurable sensation that
pooled at his spine and slowly spread to every inch of his body.
He bit back a sigh and straightened and relaxed his legs along the
bed. "It's okay, Dan. I am just being selfish," he said softly in
all honesty.

"You are too beautiful, and I can't resist," Dan said softly. "But
I know I shouldn't. I can't stay with you without going mad. You
know that, Kev, don't you?"

"Yes," Kev said, opening his eyes to look at Dan. "Now get the
fuck out of here."

"What do you want from me, Kev," Dan asked instead. "You are
behaving so strange these few days, what is going on? I thought
you want me out of your life, and now when I intend to do that,
you act like the jealous lover!"

"I am not jealous! I am not like you! I am no fucking fag!" Kev
yelled, sitting up and pushing Dan away. "Damn it, I hate you! I
fucking hate you, and I wish you've never come here!" he shouted,
or maybe screamed - he didn't know through the blinding tears in
his eyes. "I hate you," he sobbed again.

"It's okay," Dan said. He hesitated, his hands frozen in the act
of initiating a hug. But one look at Kevin and he cast off his
fears. He took the boy in his arms, trying to ignore his
instinctive erection at the feel of hard muscles against his chest
and stomach or the way Kev's muscular thighs snuggled between his
with his knees occasionally brushing the crotch of Dan's jeans.
"It's okay," he said again.

Kev shook his head, and then it happened. Both didn't really know
how it happened, but Kevin only became aware of Dan's arms
tightening around him and of the softest, gentlest lips on his
own. In a roaring thunder of his heartbeat drowning his hearing
and every other senses but his touch, he couldn't help but to
respond, opening his parched lips to be moistened by the other
man's moist tip of the tongue. Slowly, Dan ran his tongue along
the boy's upper lip, licking away the dry flecks and smoothing
over cracks of that velvet, flushed skin; and when Kev moaned and
opened his mouth wider, Dan let his tongue lave the lower lip
thoroughly. Only then did he take Kev's mouth, urging the boy's
tongue to run against his as he gently sucked the pooling saliva
from the boy's mouth.

And Kev's arms lifted to encircle Dan's neck, to deepen the kiss.

Only when Dan's palm landed on Kev's bare stomach did the boy gave
a violent start. "No!" he hissed, pushing Dan away as hard as he
could. "Get off me!"

"What the fuck...?" Dan climbed off the bed to look at Kev in
bewilderment. "What is wrong with you?"

"I knew it! You are just like them. Dirty, fucking pervert!" Kev
said harshly, touching his bleeding lower lip and looking at the
blood on his fingers in bewilderment. "You just wanted to seduce
me like all the others."

"What did they do to you?" Dan asked.

"Nothing. They wanted, they lusted after me." Kev angrily pulled
off his shirt. "They wanted this body. They all wanted this body.
You want me? Come on, fuck me. I can't stop you, can I?" he
sneered. "Come on!"

Dan looked at him hard. "One day you will push me too far," he
finally said. "Don't think I'm some fucking sissy you can mess
around with, Kev. One day, you will push me too far and God help
you then."

He slammed the door behind him hard.




FOUR

Dan knew the boy was up to something when he came back from his
evening jog the next day. The house was quiet, too quiet. He was
about to push open the gate when he saw Kev at the poolside. Deja
vu hit him - reminding him of the first time he saw the boy. Only
this time Kev wasn't alone.

A slim, curvy teenage girl was having her nipples feasted by Kev
as she straddled the boy's thighs on one of the pool chairs. They
were both nude, and there was no mistaking what they were doing,
and what they were doing next. Dan thought absently that it was a
good thing this house was pretty isolated from the nearest
neighbor. He should look away. He couldn't.

Kevin was glorious? He was stunning naked. A perfectly sculpted
statue of David could only be more perfect in his stunned
estimation. Kevin's shapely, well-muscled thigh lifted the girl,
bouncing her closer to him. She giggled as Kev whispered something
to her before his lips closing over one of her rosy nipple. One
hand of his slowly moved down her back before closing over her
buttocks. She groaned - and Dan watched, transfixed, aroused, as
one finger slowly slipped up her pulsing, engorged vaginal lips.

She shuddered, arcing her back at the penetration, which only
exposed the boy's raging cock to Dan's eyes. A proud, thick
erection that only proved that Kevin was a man in at least one
department, the engorged purple-red tip already soaked with a
layer of lubrication.

"Oh, give it to me," the girl cried. "I miss your cock, Kevvy
baby!"

Kev's answer was a wicked grin as he lifted the girl by his hands
on her thighs, and one hand moved to position his cock. And she
couldn't sit on that cock fast enough, Dan noted enviously, his
own cock threatening to burst in his pants. He groaned softly, his
hands on the gate to steady his weakened legs.

And Kev looked straight at him, a triumphant, even cruel smile on
his lips.

Look away, Dan told himself, look fucking away. But he couldn't.
Kev grinned wider as he knew he had won this game. Slowly, knowing
Dan was watching him, he guided his girl's hips to move slowly,
letting Dan see every inch of that proud cock as it penetrated and
withdrew from her. Dan gritted his teeth at the sight of that
thickly-veined shaft slowly embedding deep up that girl's cunt
before withdrawing just as slowly, that thickly-ridged tip causing
the engorged vaginal crown to be pulled out slightly with its
retreat. Even if Dan closed his eyes, he could still hear Kev's
low, harsh grunts and his girl's high moans and the sound of their
wet coming together.

When he opened his eyes, the two had changed position. Now she was
lying on the chair, her face buried in his shoulder as Kev pumped
her in missionary position, his long legs thrusting that shapely
buttocks up high with each withdrawal of his cock, and each hard
down thrust only drew a sharp gasp of pleasure from her - that cut
right into Dan's envious, angry heart. And Kev's eyes never left
Dan's throughout his increasingly hard fucking of his girl.

In defiance, Dan silently pushed open the gate, not caring what
the consequences would be. He stood there, where Kev could see him
clearly, and he unzipped his pants. Every downward thrust of that
boy's cock into her cunt, Dan matched with the upward stroking of
his own hard cock. And when Kev threw his head back and shouted
his wracking climax, Dan was there with him, his own ejaculation
spewing into his hands.

Kev would pay for this, Dan thought through his blinding fury in
his head. Oh yes, that boy would pay.



Kev was not sorry he did that. It wasn't his fault that Dan came
back while he was fucking Lucinda. Okay, so he knew Dan would be
coming back at that time, and he wanted Dan to pay. He wanted to
hurt Dan the way he made Kev aware of his own weakness and hence
hurt. But one look at Dan's face as the man calmly licked his
hands of his own ejaculation before walking into the house, Kev
knew he had pushed Dan too far.

Thankfully, Lucinda didn't want to stay, saying that she had to be
somewhere after this. As if Kev cared. But now, he was aware that
he was alone with a very furious Dan in this isolated house.

Yet, defiantly, he cleaned himself quickly in the pool and pulled
on his long tee shirt. And when Dan walked into the pool area, Kev
looked at him with as much courage as he could muster. This time,
however, the kind man in Dan was gone - in his place was a cold,
hard man with almost reptilian eyes. Kev didn't know this man at
all. He panicked at last, and started to run.

Dan's hand shot out, catching him. Kev tripped, stumbled, and
landed on the cold tiled floor, the impact softened by Dan's
catching him. "No!" Kev gasped when Dan moved over him. "Please,
Mr Cortese, please..." he gasped. But Dan's eyes were solely on
Kev's cock, exposed by the lifting of his tee shirt, and still raw
and red from his fucking of Lucinda. And the man's gaze sent a
twinge of alien arousal up Kevin's senses, and despite his fear,
his cock hardened under the man's hungry eyes.

"Who's the fag now?" Dan murmured, and without waiting for Kev's
answer, his mouth closed over that hard penis.

Kev had had his cock sucked since he was thirteen, but he couldn't
recall anyone who sucked as well as Dan was doing at the moment.
Tongue and suction blended pain and ecstasy that caused Kev to
shudder and arched his back even as he spread his hips wider, and
soon he was coming in Dan's mouth in a scorching climax that was
far more impressive than the two times he came in Lucinda's
deliciously tight cunt.

Dazed, he could only welcome Dan's rough kiss. And on his own
accord, he lifted his hips, his still hard cock rubbing between
the groove that guarded Dan's anus, the sultry mixture of saliva
and precum on its shaft and tip wickedly tickling Dan's hairy
cleft. And their eyes met and for a brief moment, the kind Dan
resurfaced - "Are you sure?" Dan murmured. Kev only nodded and
then he gasped as he felt the unbelievably tight sensation of
Dan's ass closing around his cock. He hadn't fucked ass before,
since all the girls he had been with said that he was too big and
he would hurt them that way, but now, all he could think of was -
wow!

His orgasm, needless to say, was just as incredible.



He could feel Dan's fingers toying with his anus. Kev sighed and
snuggled tighter, pushing his back tighter against Dan's front.
For three whole nights they had fucked in their nightly
rendezvous. Kev's parents were too busy fighting to notice Kev
climbing out his bedroom window, and he was for once grateful for
their neglect.

Three whole nights of torrid ass fucking, dry fucking, even oral
sex that was everything Kev could only imagine and more. He found
that he quite liked the taste of semen, and he took to sucking
Dan's cock like a kid to candy. In fact, a mutual blowjob was his
favorite form of foreplay. But all those nights, Dan let Kev be on
top. But tonight... tonight they both sensed that Dan wanted
something more. Earlier, his fingers had pushed themselves up
Kev's anus as Kev pumped Dan. The insistence was unmistakable.

Kev spread his thighs wide, signaling his consent. He held his
breath, waiting for the sensations of the unknown... then the wide
cock crown of Dan was pushing against his anal pucker. Kev
screamed in pain into the pillow when it pushed deep. There was a
painful feel of tearing muscles shifting apart to accommodate the
invasion of Dan's thick penis. "Take it out!" Kev actually
whimpered, tears running down his cheeks.

"Be brave. It'll be great, I promise," Dan said roughly, pushing
only deeper.

Kev gritted his teeth hard and shuddered as that cock threatened
to rip him apart. Then Dan started to move, and he felt his
breathing ease. Soon he found himself getting used to the man's
rhythmic, gentle pumping. There was also a wicked pleasure
generated by the friction of his prostate against the engorged
crown of Dan's cock. Oh yes, oh yes - the pleasure began to mount
and Kev found himself urging Dan to move harder, faster, to fill
him up. The pain was there, but now it was a perverse form of
pleasure that only increased the burning sensations that pooled at
the base of spine, threatening to burst out to inflame the rest of
his senses. He wanted that, oh yes, and he knew the only way he
could release the fire in his loins was to have Dan fuck him even
harder - harder, harder, harder!

Dan grinned as Kev practically screamed for him to fuck him
harder, the boy's hands gripping every part of Dan's body that
they could in bruising grips. Damn, the boy's virgin ass was the
tightest, hottest ass he had ever fucked! The tightness, the
moistness, and the boy's arousing frenzy - all were too much for
Dan. His control broke, and he roared as his semen jetted in hot,
scorching spurts up Kev's convulsing anus. And his first filling
of male juices, stinging his badly torn anal walls, finally drove
Kev over the brink. He met Dan in their violent coming, and one
hard final slamming of Dan's groin against his sent Kev into his
own white-hot orgasm.

Kev lay there, watching the ceiling as he tried to regain control
of his breathing. He was very aware of wetness seeping out of his
painfully burning anus and along his thighs. He was also aware of
Dan's falling heavily beside him, and the man's similarly
disorientated state.

He turned to look at Dan. "I think I have just been thoroughly f-u-
c-k-e-d," he said shakily.

Dan grinned, and that grin soon melded into a hearty laugh that
was so infectious that Kev laughed along.




FIVE

"Ready?" Dan placed the last of the bags into the back of the van
he had traded his car for.

Kevin nodded as he locked the gate. He was supposed to be
following Dan back to New York and stay for only a week or two.
But he had a good feeling that Dan would have a hard time sending
him back here. And Kev had gotten used to Dan in his life that he
didn't want to miss the man. He wanted to be with Dan; that was
all he knew.

"God, you are beautiful," Dan said as he opened the car door for
Kev. "Sometimes I have this crazy dream that I will never let you
go. How stupid can that be?"

It was the best idea Kevin had heard of. But he knew Dan would
need time to get used to the thought. And when Kev told him that
he intended to stay in New York for good, whether with or without
Dan, he was sure Dan would come into that thinking. He would try,
even if it meant he trying to trust Dan.

Surprise - he trusted Dan.

"I have this crazy idea that I'm in love with you," Kev told him
carefully.

"Hmm. When that happens, I guess my dream will have to take place
too," Dan said. As he started the engine, he turned to Kev. "Look,
remember, I can get into trouble if word gets out that you and I
are fucking each other."

Kev nodded and looked forward to his new life with not a little
trepidation and excitement in his soul.
