Kevin & Eddie (m/m, non-size related)

[dannymawg]

Kevin & Eddie (m/m, non-size related)

The following was written by me and a newfound writing partner in the form of another LPSG member. It spawned from various recounts and fantasies between us in a series of PMs. I toyed with it, and any grammatical person play in this final(?) result is deliberate.

Please bear with me as I post in sections.

 

[dannymawg]

I had really needed this job - the IT training I'd taken at night and online was enough to get me in the door of a player in laser CNC machines. I had started in the warehouse as a install/set up grunt, but now, thanks to Kevin, I have a dual role working trade shows, and providing feedback to R&D after site visits. Kevin's been way too friendly since I started - he's not my boss or anything, but this must be part of the "old boy network" my grandpa used to mention.

Eddie's a good kid - a mite headstrong, stubborn to a fault in logic, but the will to think on his own is there - unlike the other two braindead I have to shepherd at work. They need a book or a screen to tell them what to do. It's been hard for me to not be attracted to him - I have a family, for Chrissakes - and he's a co-worker to boot - and he hasn't confirmed or denied anything... through the wide sliding glass doors of the hotel lobby, I watch him fishtail in the Chrysler 300 rental to find strategic parking in all the snow. If he fucks that car up, I will have his ass...

I'm in a hotel in Chicago. With Kevin. They say there's 21 inches of snow here in the last 18 hours - the worst snowstorm since 1967. We have beer, snacks, laptops, phones, hundreds of cable channels - too many distractions? Heh... distractions. After the morning wood incident in Fargo, I've taken to wearing tighter underwear, and trying to be a bit more modest in dressing/showering. I had never traveled much, and only then with family. Now, on the job, home is always some hotel room somewhere. And I have a roommate, who is turning out to be pretty cool...

After unpacking the car, I had suggested we bust out the beer due to the storm - having eaten a big dinner in the airport, and slogging a RWD car through all that snow for an hour just to travel 15 miles to a available room, we deserved a beer. Funny how he has on sweat pants tonight - when we've had time to lounge, it seemed it was a mutual gesture to just be more relaxed around each other. It was my suggestion early on that he relax and do what he would at home. Eddie got up, left the room saying only "I'll be right back". He came back with a six of Miller High Life, tossed me one, cracked one open, dropped his jeans, and hung out in his boxers, flipping through the channels. My first reaction? With a laugh, "Jeez, Eddie... wish I could do that around my house." And I dropped my jeans, too. And we hung out for the evening, eventually killing the TV and listening to music on his laptop. I wound up beating off in stealth mode after we hit the sack. It gave me morning wood, and by a limbic impulse in my awakening state, I threw back the covers, stood up, and made no bones about the tent I was pitching on the way to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but stare then. Boldness. I had gotten bold the night before and that trumped it. Or rather it resolved something in me. That I was going to let Kevin know something. That I might be interested.

"Twenty four inches! That's right folks - Chicago is being hammered with a massive snowstorm, the likes of which not seen in 40 years. Even in the City of Big Shoulders with its irresistible snow removing force, the snow has proven to be the immovable object. The last flight to land at O'hare was 10 hours ago, and according to their spokesman, there should be no anticipation of any flights in or out within the next 12 hours, at least. The governor has already declared the counties of Cook, Will, Lake, DuPage, and McHenry as disaster areas due to the twenty four inches-" ...and the TV news picture is blanked out by snow.

"I got yer 24 inches right here", grabbing my package. With a beer in one hand, my package in the other, I get up to walk to the bathroom.

He's gonna piss. Do something now. "Twenty four inches, huh? Can I watch?" as I stand up. Kevin hesitates, looks back at me, says after a blink and a moment... "Sure. Why not."

I see him in the mirror, looking. "OK... it's not twenty four..." I say with a smile. Eddie says "at least a multiple of twenty four". I say "twelve?" He says with a laugh, "eight". I finish and he steps in behind me. I choose to ring the front desk to find out what's up with the TV. The kid might be able to live without it, but we might need the porn.

He's on the phone - I can hear him talking, but exactly what is covered up by my heavy pissing. I want him. I want it. I've thought about it and it was never the time but now it is. With him. I shake, and Kevin is at the door, leaning against the jamb with his beer. I was getting hard.

"Front desk says the dish on the roof is full of snow, and that there's no outgoing lines, internet included. We're officially snowed in." Pause. "That's a big ole dick you gotta shake there." I realize I'm leering and return to the room. I walk to the window and part the shades to see what I can - there's snow blown halfway up the window, and the window is wet with condensate. But I can see Eddie walking up behind me... "Kevin?" I'm almost hard. I almost don't want to turn from the window. I have a family.

"Kevin?" I say again. "I feel... this thing between us. Over the last couple weeks. I... want to try it."

"Try what? Being with a man?"

"I dunno... being a man?... taking it like a man?... seeing what it's like?..."

I turn around. "What? What it's like to get fucked?" I give him a look that will give him an out if he wants it, because I'm not so sure I'm the one to show him. Eddie raises one hand, to lay on my chest, gently.

I'm touching him - not a slap on the back, a handshake, or a high five. He's warm. Massive. He brings two huge paws up to cup my face. I drop my sweats and tighty whities, step out of them. We're staring. Brokeback without the wrestling. I almost want to assume the position now.

Since he hasn't said anything in reply, I kill all the lights except for the bathroom, and crack the shades for a bit of parking lot light, dimmed by the whirling snow outside. I lead Eddie by a shoulder to the bed I was in.

 

[dannymawg]

We don't say much - get in the bed next to each other and have the covers up our bellies. After stroking his chest and belly, finally I slide my hand under to feel Kevin pitching a tent in his boxers. I give him a look in the dim light, and he nods. I fumble around with the fly and free Kevin's proud, hard cock. I get a hand around it at several points to gauge size, in awe. With a forefinger I feel precum and massage it into the head. I take both hands, pull his arm over me while I roll over, and now we're spooning, Kevin's cock between my thighs, the knob pushing my balls forward...

I'm leaking now, smearing my precum on your balls. You can feel my throbbing hard shaft lined up between your hole and balls. My bush is pressed hard against your sweet ass. My chest and stomach are pressed against your back while I stroke your hairy chest and stomach. You feel my warm breath on your neck and ear. We lie like this for awhile. If I move, the friction between my hard dick and your thighs would surely make me come. So I'm careful to keep my hot hardness wedged in place.

Kevin whispers in my ear to hold still. His arm over me, the other for a pillow, a hand drops slowly in one motion from my chest to seize my dick. After stroking me lighty while dry, he spits in his hand, and with a lighter grip, starts a slow, regular stroke.

After a while, the bucking of my hips and squeezing of thighs still has Kevin's cock in a lock, lubed up now with precum. He pulls his hand away from my dick, pushes my shoulder to the bed and pins it there while he mounts my ass but doesn't enter, still between the thighs, bucking and grunting and breathing heavy and regular, the motion rubbing my dick against the bed and trying to keep the edge off so as not to stain the sheets... but then Kevin with one motion pulls my torso off the bed, locks arms around my chest and belly, and starts humping...

I continue humping you while locking your chest and belly in the grip of my strong arms. I'm almost dizzy with arousal by this point, breathing heavily. You feel my chin stubble grazing the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps. I get too close to coming, so I stop humping and start nibbling your earlobe. Your dick is drooling now, but you too don't want to come yet. So we cool it for the time being. You roll back onto your side so we're spooning again. I slide my hand from your chest to your pit, then rub down along your side and back up again. Then down your side and around to your asscheek. I massage your asscheek and crack, moving my fingers closer and closer to your hole...

Kevin's trying to work a finger in my hole. He's saying to take it like a man, to hold still and relax, all in a low, deep monotone. I breathe deep a few times, relax, and say "no, Kevin-" at the exact moment his index finger works in up to the first knuckle and hooks up... I say "no, Kevin... not yet...", quiet and scared it went this far. I throw back the covers and go straight to Kevin's knob and clamp my mouth on it...

I take the hint that I'm being a little too aggressive, and decide to just lie back and enjoy you servicing my aching cock. Rub Kevin's balls while you lick the precum from my leaking slit. Now you take me all the way in, holding my entire shaft in your throat. I reach down and stroke the back of your head and neck while you're down on me, appreciative of the ecstasy you're providing. After a few bouts of deepthroating, you settle into rhythmic cocksucking mode. I've grabbed the headboard with both hands now. You look up at me, into my eyes, while you go about your business. You are intent on making me cum, and I'm getting into it -- ready now to just go with the flow. I'm perspiring a bit, so my chest and belly glisten while I thrust into your hot mouth. I'm beginning to grunt softly...

Grippin the headboard tighter, grunting strong n regular now, spreading thighs apart to fuck my mouth better, one fist around the base, one hand cupping Kevin's balls, his hands come down to hold my head still while still in the throes of edging... maybe if I get him to come quick I can get him to pass on the fucking...

I'm beyond holding back the intense orgasm about to erupt. I'm holding your head while I thrust my wet cock hard and fast. I'm heaving with arousal now, ready to blow in seconds. I keep humping your face while you keep a death grip on the base of my purple dick. I'm grunting loudly now, grunts that are drawn out and primal sounding. I'm cumming now, shooting hot jets of my sweet jizz at the back of your throat.

Man, Kevin comes a lot - I pull back enough to cup my tongue under the piss slit to feel the squirts - the first two are clogging my throat, and I gag on Kevin's come. Still throbbing, I let go the base and hold the knob in my mouth, feeling the dribbles mix with what's already there, while frantically trying to come myself, hunched between Kevin's legs. The cum is bitter and salty and oddly soothing, and there's a lot of it, starting to dribble out the sides of my mouth and down Kevin's shaft and tight nuts, and I realize this is the time to swallow, and I rise up suddenly, with clenched buttcheeks and hips thrust forward, jacking madly, a hand on Kevin's leg to steady me, feeling the cum slide down my gullet, "I'm close, Kevin, fixin to cum..."

I'm still writhing from that powerful orgasm, but now my focus has changed and is singular. I wanna see you cum. I grunt, "that's it, boy, blow that hot load." You take your hand away for a split second, long enough to scoot closer so your dick and balls are ground into mine. You grab your turgid cock and jerk it furiously until the ropes of cum shoot into my own sweaty bush, on my hairy belly and chest, and even on my neck. You arch your back in the last throes of ecstasy, then your body relaxes and you lean in toward me with one arm supporting you just above me. I pull you toward me in a bear grip so there's nothing between our bodies except your cum. We just lie still like that for a couple minutes, while our heart rates stabilize.

 

[dannymawg]

Then with heavy arms/legs/bodies, we separate, and without words head for the shower. I test the water, and you step in behind me. We wash each other off, then I prop myself against the shower wall with my arms out, the water running down my back. Kevin takes a stance, wraps his arms around me, and I support our weight, feeling the hairs on Kevin chest and belly dance against the skin on my back in the water between us. Kevin then slowly drops a soapy hand down my belly to my dick. "You gettin hard again, huh?" while kneading my dick, fat and spongy after the first orgasm. I say "Kevin? I want to take it like a man... but I dunno... I..."

"...OK boy, I'll go slow and easy." At which point, I keep one hand on your thick, hardening dick, and begin to knead your asscheeks with the other soapy hand. I grab and paw at the flesh of your sweet ass, and slide my hand up and down your hairy crack, wet from the shower raining down on us. After a couple minutes of this slow buildup, I begin to massage your tight hole with my middle finger. I don't penetrate it quite yet, but just rub the outer edges while you begin to relax slightly. I'm still pumping your dick, which is full-on hard again at this point - as is mine. I press harder on the perimeter of your hole with my soapy finger, testing for resistance.

You lean over slightly, granting better access to your hole. I slide my finger in, not without some difficulty as you receive it and tighten yourself around it. I slide my finger in more, almost to the second knuckle. You groan a little, but nevertheless push back into it so I go in past the second knuckle. I sense a bit of relaxation, but you're still tight. "Oh yeah, boy, we gotta get you loosened up." By now I'm rock hard and ready. You reach around and give my cock a couple strokes, soaping it up slightly. I'm now sliding my finger in and out of your hole. I then slide in two fingers, preparing you for something thicker - and you indeed take it like a man, grunting a little. My slippery cock is pressed against one side of your ass while this is going on. I'm beginning to get very focused again, and...

Somehow Kevin already has a condom on. He takes both fingers out, grabs my hip with one hand, the base of his cock with the other, and presses the knob against my looser hole. It's enough to get about the first quarter of an inch in. I mutter "but damn Kevin, it hurts..." Barely enough to be heard over the shower, Kevin growls "just hold still, and make like yer tryin to fart." I do and the knob slips in, my hole clamping behind the head. My breath is hissing and sucking at this point as he increases pressure slowly. 30 seconds, a minute... and Kevin realizes the water is washing the lube away.

He pulls out, slowly works a finger in, then two as he reaches to turn off the water, and with fingers still inside, pulls me out of the shower, and bends me over the sink, my body parallel to the countertop, my arms crossed behind the faucets and propped up against the backsplash. In the big mirror, I see Kevin take another stance to mount, lubing up his rock hard cock with one hand, feeling him slipping both fingers out with the other, and replacing the knob to mount again.

It's quiet - the shower is off, and we're snowed in this hotel room for the night, which silences the outside noise too. We're breathing steady and hard. Kevin mutters "look at me in the mirror, Eddie." We make eye contact. "This is what men look like when they fuck. No sissy shit. Be as quiet as you can. No cussing yet. Let me take your ass and you'll know what it's like boy, should it ever happen again. What it means to get fucked."

I look down, into the sink bowl. Kevin pushes. I grunt with the girth of it. It feels like a baseball bat. I wonder if he knows I've tried loosening up with a souvenir toy bat I have... I look back up into the mirror, and he is focused on mounting. I look back down to my own eyes, and see a stern frown, a wince... a man?... and I close my eyes, hang my head, and submit.

I'm about three-quarters of the way in now, and Eddie's still grunting/hissing in pain for the moment. "Just trust me, boy, it'll start to feel good once we get the rhythm." Admittedly, I'm more focused on my selfish pleasure, and the feeling of my latex-clad cock sliding into his tight slick tunnel has all of my attention now. I pull almost all the way out, then plunge in about 6 inches. 2 more inches, and he'll have taken all of my root in his hot sheath. I'm getting off on his submission to this act. Partly out of gratitude, but more out of the desire to control this situation, I put one arm around his waist and the other just above it - gripping him tightly so I can bury my cock all the way to the hilt. The sudden deep penetration causes him to wince and suck in breath again. But he perseveres, and indeed takes it like a man. After a few thrusts all the way in, he begins to realize that the arc of my cock massages his tunnel in a uniquely pleasurable way; a kind of pleasure he's never felt before. Eddie's grunts continue, but they are transforming into groans of submission and desire as I finally strike my rhythm - seesawing in and out of his ass. Eddie's hit his rhythm, too, and he's now clenching his sphincter around my rod - milking me for all I can stand. We're two men, pleasuring each other in a primal way...

...which I see in his eyes, as I finally looking up in the mirror through watered eyes and furrowed brow. That light in his eyes... that I've seen... then the looking away... he knows. That I was there before, thinking about it. Loosening up. To get it from someone. But you got there first, Kevin... My breathing's starting to rely on his thrusts. I've been trying to breathe through my mouth but my teeth are grinding, so I'm hissing through my nose. This isn't about me anymore, maybe it never was, Kevin has bent at the knees to thrust at a different angle, leveraging his knob with the upward arc in his cock to ream my hole. I had felt orgasms approaching from there before, but I hadn't learned to milk to keep it inside enough. And Kevin has taught me how... and we've said so little...

On mid-exhales, my grunting gets more insistent. "OK... you... yuh... yuh fixin, boy? Huh?"

"Huhunnnhhh.... yeahuhhh... YEAHuhhh..." I sense he's close too.

"Yuh huh.... you- can- cuss- now-"

 

[dannymawg]

In a voice almost too loud for indoors if it weren't for the sink bowl, I say "FuuuUUhhUUCK, Kevin, Kevin- uuuuhhh...", trying for eye contact through the wincing and tears and mouthbreathing as my orgasm arrives from nowhere. My first shots are lost underneath the countertop, but his hand instantly has my dick in a grip, just enough to let the remaining cum well up in his palm as we make eye contact in the mirror again. I've cum without touching it. I've come without touching my dick... he made me come... I look back in the mirror. Kevin has a face I've never seen before and is stiffening his legs, lifting my torso and pushing me towards the mirror, my elbows the only stop. I see them in the mirror and they're red from the beating. I see and feel his paws work under my armpits and clamp my shoulders and neck, his suddenly interruped thrust pinning my hips against the counter. "AHHHuuuhhhh, yer all the way inside..." reduces to a whimpered, questioning "Kevin?..." My ass is on fire. I'm still dribbling. I drop my head again... I've been fucked... I'm being fucked... I can feel his big bull nuts against mine as he holds it all the way up in me...

"I see you like this more than you want to, don't you boy?" I stand still, with my raw, hard cock buried to the pubes, and I in turn can feel the heat from his spent nuts on mine.

"You ready to make me cum?" I say in a low, gutteral tone - more akin to some kind of monotone, underworld chant than anything else. As much as I want this to be pure, raw, no-strings fucking, the sentiment begins to creep in ever so slightly in this brief respite. But soon, I begin to rock back into the rhythm from before. I suppress the sentiment and focus again on my own pleasure - because that's what men do, right? You continue to take me in, despite the fact that the post-orgasm dissonance is making you conflicted. Conflicted about submitting; conflicted about what this means - and more importantly, what you want it to mean. At this point, your participation in this act is selfless.

I stroke the small of your back - the slightest bit more gently than before, but still in control. I thrust into your accommodating hole with abandon - on the last stretch to orgasm...

...I reflexively clench my eyes and my hole and see red and hunch away as much as I can and huff "yeahuuuh Kevin- uuhh- cum, c'mon man- c'mon KevIN nuhhHHH- I feel you fixin ta- cum- Kevin" my god what am I babbling and I must be bleeding will he get off already this is selfless? Fucking is selfless... and I contort enough to hold Kevin inside me but crane my neck to look him in the eye...

And with that eye, a hostage breath, and he sways on the balls of his big wide feet, going into animalistic clamping of his arms around my arched torso again, hunching... I can feel every pulse of Kevin''s whomping prostrate, swelling my hole that much more with each pulse. Too many to count already and he's closed his eyes the pulses they're hard I wonder what the ropes look like in the air and Kevin starts to lose balance support him be there you already were he's not done yet...

A quiet, groaning exhale emits, like some kind of organic/pneumatic machine shutting down... the whomps are few and far between. My ass is really on fire now. I whimper again- "Kevin?"

I close my eyes, throw back my head and exhale, "AAaaaghhh," groaning as my pulsing prostate forces out the last of my thick load. The small bathroom smells hot with sex, and except for our subsiding panting, is quiet. The tiny sounds of a post-intercourse condom slipping out of a hole. The exhaust fan, making white noise.

For a moment, each of us is lost in his own thoughts, trying to order the events of the recent past in a way we can make sense of them. We're each hyper-aware of the silence... and the panting... brains searching feverishly for something to say that won't sound vulnerable or ridiculous. There's an ironic shyness about our interaction, despite the fact we've just fucked. I break the silence.

"You OK buddy?" God, I think, how lame - I'm a 41-year-old assfucker, and that's the best I can do? You think it's lame too, but you're just glad I spoke first. "Yeah, I'm OK- I think." You laugh nervously and say, "Kevin - I've never been fucked before..."

"I know," I say. This is not to suggest you weren't good at it, as I couldn't imagine deriving more raw pleasure from anyone or anything. Rather, this is to acknowledge my appreciation. I can tell from the look in your eyes that you understood.

I ask, "...what do we... what happens now?"

 

[fortiesfun]

Very hot. Thanks to you and to your writing partner.

 

[dannymawg]

Before this gets forgotten, I'd like to bump this back up to fish for some comments/constructive criticism. This was my first writing effort in a long time after having some non-erotica aspirations back in the day.

C'mon - with constant double digits in the number of members/guests viewing the Stories forum, I know yer out there somewhere...

Also, to the member who helped with this - we need to get back in the saddle, dude.

Lastly - an appeal to any Spanish speaking members out there for some help in translating a few lines of dirty talk from English. My next effort is in the planning stages and I'd like to enlist some help before I get into the thick of things. Please hit me up via PM if interested.

Thanks!
Dan'l

 

[4357]

Hey Chicago Danny,
Well written. You and your cohort made it real!
x

 

[chicagosam]

Well written, Danny! Very literate and graphic and erotic. Unique writing style with you and Anonymous. The two styles work great together. And, of course, I would be remiss in mentioning that it is smoking hot! A definite "stroke" or many above the rest. Keep it up and keep writing! Chicago is very well represented in your writing.

 

[MsImperfect]

*gives two very high thumbs up*

I love this style of writing, getting it from 2 different perspectives. Great job!

 

[B_Think_Kink]

I loved this story...

 

[jdcnow]

I love the grammar usage. Instead of a 3rd-person "he/they" perspective, this story is told from a first-person "you/me" perspective. While reading the story, the reader subconsciously imagines that it's really happening...it's almost a role-playing story -- all the more sexy. Nice work, the two of you!:biggrin1:

 

[catman]

Very well done- more about the bond between men... like the flip flopping perspective, the feeling of beign insulated by the snow and lack of outside comunication...

the condom was a nice touch as well...

 

[rd62624]

great story :>

 

[ThinInLA]

That was amazing; very hot and very well written.

 

[Whisker Patrol]

Yeah, I thought it was really good too. Especially the end.