Kevin May 7, 2026

 

Kevin was the younger brother of a boy I graduated with from grammar school.

He was a year behind me in junior high and I sometimes saw him wandering the halls

I knew his brother Joesph better than I knew him, but this did not stop Kevin from greeting me as an old friend when he caught me waiting for a bus in downtown Paterson.

Although had the same brown hair as his brother, that’s where the similarities stop. Joseph was a sport star destined for a career in professional sports. Kevin often got mistaken for a girl.

Kevin still lived ion his parents house and insisted I come to have supper with him, even if it meant taking a bus in the opposite direction from my house.

I recalled how pretty his older sister was, a cheer leader in high school I had a crush on, and who he assured me also still lived at home with their parents. I agreed to accompany him, despite his living on the opposite side of town, and would take me three buses to be back home from later.

Kevin’s parents were nice, respectable people, straight out of Leave it to Beaver, and welcomed me to their supper table, even going as far as to say Grace. Joseph and his sister share the meal as well, but to my disappointment, the sister had to hurry out for some practice. Joseph had something to go to as well, though promised to be back soon.

For a while, Kevin and I sat the living room watching TV, when I finally realized it had gotten late. Kevin, telling me I might not make the bus connections at that time of night, begged his parents to let me stay until morning. His parents agreed.

Their house was small, something built for returning veterans after World War II. There were no spare rooms. While Kevin’s sister got a room of her own, Joseph and Kevin had to share a very cramped room that could have been mistaken for a closet, and since I was spending the night, I had to stay there, too, sleeping with Kevin in his bed.

It felt silly. I was 16; Kevin 15, and we both giggled as if we were half our age, pretending we were camping out of doors. When the lights went out, Kevin got scared, telling me he heard beasts that would eat us. He kept clinging to me as I tried to fall asleep. When I told him to stop, he asked if I wanted to kiss him.

“Of course not,” I said. “We’re both boys.”

He pouted, then asked can he sleep pressed up against me like he sometimes did with his brother (who had not yet returned). Kevin was so persistent I eventually caved in. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, as he wrapped his arms around my chest. I also felt something much more disturbing.

“Do you have hard on?” I asked in a horrified whisper.

“Yes,” he said. “Do you want to see it?”

“Why would I want to see your hard on?” I asked, unable to untangle myself from him.

“I would like to see yours,” he said, then reached down a tugged at me.

“I don’t have a hard on,” I said, pushing his hand away.

“Yes, you do,” he said. “I felt it.”

“That’s because you’re poking at me dick,” I said.

“So, you like me after all,” he said.

“Go to sleep,” I said.

But he only persisted.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Stop it!” I said, almost shouting, which – if any louder- might have brough his parent down, and the last thing I wanted was for them to see us both with hard-ons.

“Please!” he whined.

“I’m not going to show me my dick,” I said.

“Just a quick peek,” Kevin said. “We can look at our dicks under covers. I have a flash light.”

“No, and that’s final.”

“Just one look and then I won’t bother you any more.”

Realizing that Kevin was capable of annoying me the whole night like this, I agree.

“One quick look and we go to sleep.”

“Anything you say,” Kevin said and giggled.

We both ducked under the covers. Kevin turned on the flashlight. I couldn’t really see much to my relief. Then, we settled back up top for sleep. But I made him turn around so that he faced away from me and I slept against his back.

“Why?” he asked.

“I don’t want that thing of yours poking me all night,” I said. “Now go to sleep.”

But this was easier said than done. Kevin pushed his put against me so now I poked him.

“Stop that!” I said.

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“Do you want to put yours in me?” Kevin asked.

I was about to ask him what he meant by than when the horrible though struck me.

“Go to sleep!” I said firmly.

“You wouldn’t have to put it all the way in,” Kevin said.

“Go to sleep.”

“What if you just lie it against my butt crack,” he whispered, and at that moment I realized his had pulled down his PJ bottoms, exposing his naked butt, his fingers prying at the bottoms of the PJs I had borrowed from his brother.

I grabbed his hand, or rather, his wrist. It was like grabbing the leg of a bird, it felt so frail. I was infuriated, but I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Pull up your pants,” I said.

Begrudgingly, he did.

Then he said, he wanted a kiss.

“I’m not going to fucking kiss you!” I said.

“My mother always does before I go to sleep.”

It was like talking to a child. Nothing I said made any sense to Kevin, and nothing Kevin said could be taken at face value.

But I knew if I didn’t kiss him, I wouldn’t get to sleep, so I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Not like that!” Kevin grumbled, throwing off the covers and turning to face me, his puffy lips pouting. “Let me show you.”

And suddenly, he threw his arms around me, and planted those puffy lips squarely on mine, his tongue pushing through my lips until he found mine. I tried to push him away, but he was determined and the kiss didn’t end until he decided it should,  and we both fell back breathless.

“I bet you have a real big hard-on now,” Kevin said, giggling “Can I see it.”

“No,” I said, trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“Can I touch it?”

“NO!”

“Just once,” he said. “I just want to know how if feels.”

“Touch your own,” I said.

“It’s not the same.”

“Go to sleep!” I said, this time my voice clearly too loud.

A long silence followed, and though as was perturbed I eventually fell to sleep.

I woke to sunlight. Kevin was not to be found. When I threw back the covers, I felt wetness, and for a moment wondered if one of us had wet the bed. Someone had yanked down my PJ bottoms as I slept.  I touched my dick. It felt sticky.

 

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