"How Eric Met Kevin"
WARNING: Stories of this nature have been known to cause perspiration, increased heart-rate, dry eyes, salivation, penile erections and semen leakage. It has also been reported that homophobes that read beyond this paragraph were strongly offended and showed signs of increased risk of red-ass, erectile dysfunction, doubts of their sexual orientation, amongst other unpleasant side affects. Also, if you are younger than the prescribed age, you may suffer from confusion, wet dreams, and an insatiable need to masturbate...oh, that's already there. Sorry.
So this is the basic story of how I met Kevin and what we were doing.
It was around three years ago when me and Kevin first met. I drove to the next town up, hoping to hit the bars and maybe hook up with somebody. As I was driving, it was raining and cold, just a shitty night in general, looking out the windows of my car made me feel cold even with the heat going full blast.
Cold weather makes me hungry anyway, but I'd been on the road for a while too without eating before I left, so I was about to starve! It was then that I saw the sign to my favorite restaurant, Quiznos. I wheeled in off the rainy highway and found a parking place close to the door then quickly made my way inside to keep from getting soaked.
The warmth of the store and the zesty smell in the air went straight from my nose to my stomach, and I made my way to the counter to place my order.
Regardless of my gnawing hunger, there was only one thing that got my attention besides the pictures of hot sandwiches all over the walls. Kevin.
He was working the cash register, and the other guy working there looked like a stoner or something, but whatever. Kevin is a tall skinny guy, about 6'2 actually. His brown hair was thick and curly, and has kind of a cute, innocent face, making him seem younger than he really is. I guess it's what some might call 'angelic'. He also has these nice big lips, not freakishly large, but kinda pouty lips that if they could speak, they'd say "I can give GREAT head!" I was looking at him, and I was of course thinking, 'That dude would give great head...' It was just one of those things you know when you see it I guess you could say.
I heard Kevin telling part of the order to the other guy, and noticed that Kevin has sort of a girly voice, but it's kinda cute for him. Goes with his looks a little.
Thankfully, there weren't but a few people in the place, so I was able to get in line with only a few in front of me. As I was standing in line, it got to where there wasn't but one guy left before me, and he was giving them a hard time as they fixed his sandwich.
The guy was a real asshole, complaining about the sandwiches and the service and all when no one else who had been there and left ahead of us seemed to have any problems. The whole ordeal was peppered with remarks like, "I said NO mayo! There had BETTER not be any mayo on this sandwich!" and "What takes you so long?! You guys are SO stupid and slow, I should get a freakin discount for waiting..."
The guy was just going on and on, being a real jerk the whole time.
Meanwhile, Kevin was just taking all the crap, doing his best to get the sandwich done and get the guy out I imagine, and I could tell he was getting upset, but trying not to show it and just go about his business.
It was pissing me off too. I'm standing there, hungry as hell, and having to listen this jerk be an asshole to them while they're clearly doing their best. Finally, 'Bad Eric', my evil twin/alter ego, showed up and butted in line ahead of me. Normally, 'Bad Eric' doesn't show unless I've been drinking booze or something, but this guy was just too much, it was like calling the BAD ERIC HOTLINE or something!
'Bad Eric' walks up and bumps into the asshole real hard, nearly knocking him over,
"Careful...", I said, blood boiling underneath.
I'm a nice person, but 'Bad Eric' has crazy, scary eyes, and the asshole was visibly shaken, but still pipes in trying to be big,
"I didn't hit you, you walked into me.", said the asshole trying to muster up a defiant look that was pretty transparent.
I then got up real close to the bastard, looking him dead in the eyes and said in a low voice,
"No, I didn't. You were being careless and you walked into me."
There was a girl behind the counter with Kevin and the pothead who makes the sandwichs, and they were all watching us, sort of afraid of me, but they'd stopped what they were doing to see what would happen next. I looked at them,
"You all saw it, he bumped into ME when he wasn't watching were he was going..." I stated, not as a question, but a fact.
Kevin and the girl were frozen and didn't say a word, but the
pot-head speaks up,
"Yeah man, he hit you, definitely."
The jerk was starting to look a bit scared, then Bad Eric says,
"You need to go now. Take your stuff and go."
The asshole starts to say something about his sandwich or the mayo or something but I just cut him off, "You need to leave now, and if you do, I'll just forgive you for bumping into me earlier.", this time, still quiet, but with a look that told the jerk that I wasn't gonna say it again.
I reached onto the counter and gave the guy his sandwiches and soda then patted him on the shoulder. He gets the idea and leaves without another word.
After the door closed, and the guy was no longer visible through the plated glass windows, the stoner guy breaks the silence with his slightly addled sounding laughter and says thanks. Kevin isn't saying much, but I just tell him,
"Don't worry about that guy, he's just an asshole, so don't let him get to ya."
I placed my order, got my sandwiches while making polite conversation with them, then took a seat at a table and chowed down. As I'm eating, I can't help but look Kevin over a time or two, or maybe a little more. There were a few times when I was looking that I caught him looking at me too, and he just smiled back before returning to what he was doing. The girl gave me the once-over too. She is nothing special like a 'Baywatch-babe or anything, but I guess they both liked what they saw.
As I was getting ready to leave, I headed by the counter and held my hand out to Kevin and asked him his name. We talk for a bit, and he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. As I was getting ready to leave, I casually asked him what time he got off work, then said my good-byes and headed out, knowing that would not be the last time I saw Kevin.
The next night rolled around, and I showed up at the restaurant about fifteen minutes before closing and order a couple of sandwichs, saying hi to the people behind the counter, including Kevin. Rather than sit inside and eat though, I headed outside to my truck and wait for closing time.
Finally, they began to leave, Kevin was last out and was locking up the place and it was then that I called him over. He walks up and he talks to me through the window, maybe a little surprised I was still in the parking lot.
I was joking around and playing it cool, hoping he would loosen up and not be nervous.
After we'd talked a little, I offered him a ride home, but he turned it down at first, but still stuck around to talk to me. We talked for a bit longer, and he still seemed a little timid, probably because he was still thinking of 'Bad Eric's' appearance the night before. I just continue on friendly and say,
"Come on and hop in, I'm a really nice guy when I'm with nice people!"
Kevin laughs as he opens the door and climbs in, and we drive off.Finally, I convinced him that I'm a nice guy, so he climbed in and we drove off. After a few minutes of driving, he says,
"God I'm hungry, but I'm so sick of Quizno's."
I laughed, even if it was my favorite place, I guess it could get old if I ate it and smelt it and cooked it everyday.
We ended up going to Wendy's, and we just sat in the parking lot talking as he ate. We sit in the parking lot and he eats and we talk. He seemed to be really shy, half the time avoiding eye contact. I looked him over and noticed again how cute and innocent he looked, and his shyness just added to it. He brought me out of my thoughts when he spoke around a bight of hamburger,
"Um, thanks again for kicking that asshole out of the store last night..."
I could tell he had been pretty shaken up by it, so I just said 'you're welcome' and left it at that.
I was the one pretty much guiding the conversation, asking him about what he does and where he's from and such.
"Well, I'm a freshman in college, um, I pretty much listen to music and go to movies with people and stuff when I'm off work..." he continued on and I figured now would be as good a time as any to make my move,
"So, have a girlfriend?"
That made him stop dead in sentence, and he looked a little nervous again as he answered, "No...I don't."
I just smiled, trying to show I didn't mean anything by it and I say,
"Well, there's nothing wrong with not having a girlfriend, I mean, you can just hang out with friends and have plenty of fun."
After that we simply sat quietly for a while, and I glance up to see him looking straight at me. Our eyes met, and we were caught just staring at each other. Finally I said
"What do you wanna do?"
"What ever you want."
With that, we drive off and I end up parking by some storage building. We looked, and there wasn't a sould to be seen,and it was really dark out, not many street lamps or anything. I reached out to rub his smooth arm, my hand trailing up to his shoulder and I quietly asked him what he liked to do.
He looks as me with a coy smile, "I want to make you feel good."
I'm sure I had a big grin when I said, "Let's go."
-The smile on his face got bigger as he moved over closer to me, his warm hand rubbing my cock through my jeans. It didn't take but a second for me to be as hard as a steel rod, then he unzipped me and gently but hurriedly reaches in and pulls out my 'beer can' cock. It was hot and throbbing, and twitched as his thumb brushed over my flaring helmet.
He didn't waste any time as he leant over and gulped my cock down and starts sucking me off. IT WAS AMAZING! just as I knew it would be and better! He used those plump lips and his tongue to slather all over and around my cockhead, I was in heaven, and savoring every moment of it. I ran my hand over his head as he bobbed up and down, up and down, every up stroke and down stroke a little different than the last.
"Dude...you're a fucking pro man! Please don't stop...", I gasped, and I kept telling him how good it was. All
you could hear in that old truck besides our heavy breathing was his very loud, wet, slurping, and that paired with his seemingly inborn cock sucking ability was about to drive me through the roof! I admit, it was a little clumsy being in the truck and all, but it was still the best blow job I had ever had!
I couldn't help but groan as he expertly slid up and down my pole, taking me to the root and playing with my heavy balls. The windows were totally fogged, and my head fell back with a long grunt and he keeps on givng the best fucking head ever.
After another little while, a car goes by and he gets a bit scared. I was nearly to dazed to even notice a car! I almost pleadingly say,
"Please don't stop, finish me off. I promise next time we will do this proper."
I don't know if it was the encouragement, or if it was the words 'next time', but he really went after it then and sucked like his life depended on it! I nearly came unglued as the feelings spread over me in a wave that streamed from the very tip of my cock into my swollen balls, down my legs and up my chest and neck before exploding back out of my cock when I finally thrust up once more and hosed the back of his throat with cum.
He kept on sucking, my knob lodged in his throat as he moaned around my cock, gripping my thighs with his hands and thrust himself down again and again, making me see stars, I had never came that hard in my life! Even after I was done, he cleaned it up, greedily licking up every drop of my juice.
Later, after getting ourselves together, we began the drive to his place. Once arrived, we exchanged numbers, and we agreed to get together again. Soon.