Kevin

I could have stayed home all night, just me and the Chubster, yeah sure I could have. And I was going to. A good movie, of course I had a mull bowl of pot, and I’d settled in for the night, me and Chubby.

Oh yeah, but you know, the movie ended, and while I had plenty more to choose from in my movie collection, I hit 1000 recently, it just started getting late, and I didn’t really feel like going to bed. Chubby already had.

I had my laptop on, you know, just if a friend wanted to say hello, not sure why I’d have Gaydar open, as friends don’t usually say hello that way, although they do sometimes, of course.

I get a message, he’s local, Collingwood. He says he’s home on his own and doesn’t feel like going out. 

“A couple losers,” I sing, as I say, "hey" back.

He says he doesn’t want any thing big and scary, I personally hate that expression, but be that as it may. He says he’d be really happy with a kiss and a cuddle and someone rubbing their cock and balls on his as we snog.

And, you know, that sounded okay. Rubbing out hardons and our balls together while we stick our tongues into each other. I was up for that.

So, essentially, Kevin picks me up on gaydar I head over to his place in Collingwood, it’s one of those grids of streets, mostly know for the horrific murder, two single chicks, never been solved, I can’t remember when, but I’m an aficionado of Australian murders. 

So, I get there, he answers the door in a white t-shirt and pale grey track pants, bare feet. He’s cute, kind of preppy, I’m pretty sure younger than he said he was. Baby faced, with Harry Potter glasses.

He’s got a converted warehouse, it’s nice inside. It seems to be all lounge room, predominantly in charcoal grey.

He seems nervous.

“You new to having guys over?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “Well, yes.”

“So, is it yes, or no?”

“Um… er.”

“There’s no wrong answer,” I say. I’m trying to lighten the situation.

“New to it recently,” he says. “Not new to it in my life.”

“That’s remarkably vague,” I say. Then it just occurs to me what’s going on, I’m not sure why, I don’t usually possess any physic abilities. “You have the house to yourself for the first time in a while?”

“How did you know that?”

“I’ve been looking in your windows?”

“What?” he says. I think he’s looking a little alarmed. 

“It’s a joke,” I say. “Just my sense of humour.”

“Oh,” he says. I don’t know if he is convinced, or not. 

“This is the first time I’ve been here.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says.

“You live here with your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he says.

“And your boyfriend is away on work interstate?”

“He’s home in the country visiting his parents.”

“Oh, nice,” I say. “And you two are monogamous.”

“Yes,” he says.

“And while…” I prompt him with a look.

“What?” he says. But he gets it before I have to prompt again. 

“Gary.”

“While Gary is away, Kevin wants to play?’

“Yes.”

“It’s a story as old as time itself,” I say.

“Don’t judge me.”

“Even Jesus was fooling around with John when he shouldn’t have been.”

“Jesus?”

“No judgement,” I say.

“No judgement,” He repeats.

“So, we're sure there is no chance of…” I raise my eye brows as a prompt again.

“Gary.”

“There’s no chance Gary is going to surprise us with an appearance?”

“No,” says Kevin.

“Why aren’t you home in the country visiting your inlaws? Taking shit with dad, helping mum in the kitchen?”

“They don’t know Gary is gay?”

“And so, they don’t know about you?”

“No.”

“Couldn’t you have gone home as…” I raise my eyebrows yet again as a prompt.

“Gary.”

“Gary’s mate?”

“You think, wouldn’t you,” he says.

I swap seats to sit next to him. “Well, I’ll have to keep you company tonight then.” I kiss him. He kisses me back.

He’s cute, passionate and enthusiastic and a great kisser. 

“I don’t know why…” I raise my eyebrows again as a prompt.

“Gary.”

“I don’t know why Gary would leave you at home.”

I slide my hand up under his t-shirt, he’s ripped under there. I find his nipple and squeeze it.

He moans. He likes his nipples being squeezed.

I slide my hand into his track pants. He slides down a bit and the next thing I have my finger in his arse.

He maons. He likes his arse being played with.

A handsome, hot bottom boy, just how I like them.

It goes really fast from there.

The next thing I know, he put his ankles behind his head, which really made him open up.

I’m still a bit out of it, as at one point, when I am on top of him looking down, for a millisecond, I look down at him and it is as if I am looking at him for the first time. I am hard up his arse, and he is pushing up onto my cock, you know, kind of whimpering, and it is as if I am looking at him for the very first time ever. It’s the meth, it plays with your brain, which, let’s face it, is the reason we all like it.

Ah, the holidays, you have got to luv ‘em.

We fuck feverishly right there on the couch until with both blow our loads.

I lay back on the couch, and he sits on my cock after I’d taken the condom off, which freaks me out just a bit. 

“What the fuck did you do that for?” I say.

“Sorry,” he says. “You cock just felt so good inside me.”

I was a bit pissed off after that. I get dressed and leave. I would have got dressed and left anyway, so the outcome wasn’t so different.

It freaks me out even more, later, when I notice I have an abrasion, on the side of my dick.

I wonder how safe Kevin's boyfriend thinks he is?

I head back from Collingwood to Carlton at 40 kph, you’ve got to luv 40 kph speed limits when you are at the wrong end of a three day session. Ha, ha. Now, before you get all bent out of shape, I’m riding my bike… and while I know I could still lose my license out of it on my bike, it somehow just doesn’t seem as bad.

I mention it to Nick later. Kevin sitting on my cock uninvited.

“You take PrEP, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well, stop carrying on,” says Nick.

“Don’t you think it is worrying?”

“That out of control drunk driver in Lygon Street is worrying, but I don’t think about it, generally.”

“You reckon?”

“Yes, you are just being self indulgent,” said Nick. "And for making my ears bleed, roll me a joint.”

“You can have a joint without bleeding ears,” I said.

“I know,” said Nick.