I have a gay friend of mine, Kevin, who is 23 and has never been
to Provincetown! And considering that he doesn't live more than 100
miles away, the entire concept must really be unbelievable! But it's
true.
Now, I've been thinking of going up myself; but was debating
whether-or-not to bring him along. The problem, you see, is that I
love him. "Problem?" You ask. Yes, considering I've been with my
lover, David, for almost three years.
Kevin and I have had many problems; trying to control the
feelings we have for each other and keeping our relationship as only
"friends". I'm the one who usually breaks first, being very weakened
by the whole situation, and always the one that gets hurt.
Ever since Kevin told me this, I've always wanted to be the first
person to bring him there, but I've always put it off. You see, Kevin
is very attractive and unattached. For me to bring him there, would
run the risk of getting hurt, if he were to meet someone.
Well, on this particular morning, one of my rare days off, I
decided to go there with him. It was one of my stronger days and I
thought I could deal with anything that might happen.
I called him at around nine, to see if he wanted to go. Needless
to say, he did. He asked if I could bring my sleeveless "Union Jack"
tee-shirt for him to wear. I was taken a back for a moment. This is
from someone who used to work at a clothing store, and has 10 times as
many clothes as I! I agreed. He would need an hour to get ready;
being one who "primps".
I got ready in about 15 minutes, and packed everything we would
need: towels, blanket, a change of clothes, brush, condoms; all the
essentials.
I wore a pair of tight, blue shorts and my grey, sleeveless Yes
"90125" concert tee-shirt, light blue socks and my low, Nike sneakers.
After finishing my fourth and final cup of coffee, I loaded up
the car and was on my way to pick him up.
I stopped for gas first. By the time I got to his house, he was
already outside waiting for me (a rarity). He was wearing his acid-
washed, Levis cut-offs (with tears in all the right places), and a pair
of high, Nike's. He was holding a Newport in one hand and a his brush
in the other. I don't think I've ever seen him without that brush.
Kevin McCann is about an inch or two shorter than I; 6'3". He
has long black hair; always perfectly in place. Brown eyes and a
moustache. His tan is better than mine; seeing that he took the summer
off from working.
He climbed over the passenger door and into the car. I drive a
maroon, '74 MGB.
"What's up?" he asked with a huge grin.
I broke. I thought I'd be able to do this, but I can't. I
thought I'd be strong enough, but I'm not. Don't let it show. Do it.
I gave him my standard, "Not much."
"Did you bring the shirt?" he asked.
"Yeah. It's in the bag behind your seat."
He found it and put it on. It never looked better. I pushed the
tape into the player and we were on our way, regardless of my weakness
and misgivings.
It took a little less than two hours to get there, which is about
normal. All the while I was concerned if the car would make it; being
the first long, haul that I took it on since I put it back on the road
earlier this year. It performed wonderfully. My prayers certainly
didn't hurt.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked, excitedly, as were neared the
city limits.
"Yeah." He nodded with approval, a twinkle in his eye.
As we past the "Now Entering Provincetown" sign, I screamed.
"HERE IT IS!!" I always did have a flair for the dramatics. Well, it
was like taking a sugar-addict to the candy store.
The tour began with a couple of drives down Commercial Street.
The first, with his favourite song playing, "Baba O'Riley" by the Who.
The second, with mine, "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard. Kevin
just gazed from one side of the street to the other; his eyes full of
wonder.
"This is Heaven," I said.
"I can see why," he replied.
"You know, Kevin, you should keep your mouth closed. It's very
unbecoming," I razzed.
"You, bastard!" He laughed and hit me.
We parked the car in one of the public lots on Bradford Street,
and walked back to Commercial, where we began the heavy task of "just
browsing".
We spent about two hours, walking up and down and up Commercial
Street. We must have looked into every clothing store. Of course, we
also made the cursory stops at "Remembrance Of Things Past", "Shop
Therapy" and the Army/Navy store.
I did see a shirt that I wanted to buy, but it would have to wait
until later; being on a limited budget. If, after the day was over,
I had enough money left, I would get it.
I enjoy being with Kevin. Walking around P-Town with a cute guy
by your side can make one feel, proud. I don't know if that's the
right word to describe the sensation. It's a strange feeling, watching
people's heads turn and the whispering to others. He's a great
"looker".
I was getting very excited, just watching him walk in front of
me. There is a large tear in his shorts (I would not doubt it, one
bit, if he put it there himself. He's the kind of person who would.),
in the back, giving a wonderful view of one of his naked cheeks. When
he wears them, he either has a g-string or nothing else on. I later
found out, that there was "nothing else". Needless to say, I did a lot
of "lagging behind" that day.
By this time, I was getting very hungry; having not eaten
anything today. We stopped at a restaurant (I forget the name. It was
utterly forgetable.) and I had a burger and a couple Bloody Mary's.
Kevin had a huge breakfast in the morning and resigned himself to a
couple bottles of beer, Bud of course. It was nearing three-thirty
when we finished, time to go to the Boatslip.
Along the way, I pointed out the "Meat Rack" and Spiritus. I
also tried my best to explain the "Tea-Dance" to him, a concept he had
never heard of.
The "Tea-Dance" had only a small gathering. Well, it was a
Thursday, and late in the season, at that. But it was a good-looking
group, none-the-less. We walked around a bit and then sat down on one
of the raised areas on the deck and consumed a few beers each.
We pointed out all the cute guys to each other, with comments
like: "I'm in love!" "Oh, God, look at him!" "What are you doing
tonight?" A couple of guys were sitting outside on their balcony. One
got up and was only wearing a towel. I mock yelled "Take it off!!"
Kevin laughed. He went back in his room. "No! Come back!! Oh, I'm
in love," I lamented
"I wanna stay," I announced to Kevin. He just looked at me and
smiled.
I tried my best to talk him into it, but was unsuccessful. He
had to be home, besides we didn't have a hell of a lot of money to
spend. "Well, I'll stay and you can hitchhike home," I joked. He
didn't laugh too hard at that one. But he knew I was only kidding.
I finally resigned myself, with the fact that we were going home
today. I guess it didn't really matter. With all, and I do mean ALL,
of the gorgeous guys around, there is no one I would have rather been
with, than Kevin. Really!
Christ, I wanted him! I was feeling a little buzzed from the
alcohol. I leaned back on the deck where we were sitting, ran my hands
through my long, blonde hair and muttered "Oh, God!" under my breath.
"What?" he asked.
I sighed, a long sigh. "Nothing," I replied. I looked at him
looking at me and smiling.
"What!?"
"Forget it Kevin."
He continued staring at me for a bit, until he realized I was
still watching him, so he quickly turned his attention away.
I sat back up, my mind reeling with passion. I glanced at my
watch, it was nearing five. "Let's get going," I suggested.
"Why, what time is it?" he asked, rather than to look at his own.
"Five o'clock. Remember, it's a two hour drive home."
"Ok. Let me just finish this beer," he said holding the can up.
"Alright." I continued to look around at all the men. Sighing.
Thinking. "Why did I ever get mixed up with this guy? All I've ever
gotten from him is a lot of hurt." I looked at him again, and my heart
melted. "He IS cute. FUCK! I can't believe this. Oh, God, the pain!
Why do I bother?!?"
"STEPHEN!"
"Huh? What?"
Kevin laughed. "I'm finished. Are you ok?"
"No. But let's go anyway."
He gave me one of his "whatever" looks, and we left.
After checking my money supply, I realized that I had enough to
buy that tee-shirt, so we walked back down to the store.
"I'll take one of the 'DON'T BE A DICK' shirts," I informed the
female clerk. We all laughed. I consulted with Kevin about the size
and decided on a medium.
I took my time, and walked very, slowly back to the car. I was
getting depressed now. What's the point of going all the way to P-
Town, if your not gonna have sex, I mean the two go together.
Kevin could sense the mood change. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing," I replied. I am EXTREMELY shy, if you haven't
noticed already. This was very difficult for me; wanting and not being
able to ask.
Kevin pressed. "C'mon, Steve. Something's bothering you."
"Yeah. Something is."
"Well, tell me!" he was getting upset, now.
Perhaps he was thinking the same thoughts. Maybe he wanted to
have sex, too. Kevin also has a problem asking.
With that in mind, I swallowed my pride and spoke. "I wanna have
sex."
Kevin was taken aback, momentarily, from my bluntness. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Before I continue, I must mention the fact that Kevin is Irish.
That explains his next question:
"With who?" he asked.
I looked at him, dumbfounded, amazed, speechless. With all the
faces I was making, he probably thought I was going to vomit. I looked
around at all the guys walking past. I shrugged. "Oh... I guess
you'll have to do."
Kevin hit me, again. "You PUNK! Whatta ya mean, 'I'll have to
do'!?"
I was a bit surprised, at his response. I was prepared for the
typical arguments we have when I bring the subject up. It's almost
like a game, now. We ask each other only when we have new angles or
reasons for or against it. I'm almost always the one FOR, Kevin is
usually AGAINST.
"Well, look at all the guys around here! You think I'd rather be
with you?!" I continued joking.
He laughed. "You, punk."
I laughed and shook my head. I'm not a punk, honest.
"So where can we go?" he asked.
"Really! I don't know if I can handle this. You ALWAYS put up
some kind of fight! This is weird."
He stopped short. "Look, you wanna have sex or what?"
"Yeah. Wanna go to the beach?"
"Oh... I guess it'll have to do," he mocked.
So I hit him, for a change. "C'mon! Let's go!" I quickened my
pace, excited now!
We got the car, paid for the parking and drove the short ride to
Herring Cove. I explained to Kevin that this was the gay beach.
There were only a handful of cars in the lot. The breeze coming
off the water was quite noticeable. We grabbed the blanket and towels
and headed into the dunes.
The sand was course and warm. The vegetation, sparse, except for
the grass which grew quite tall on some of the dunes. It was behind
one of these spots, that we spread the blanket and sat down. We took
off our sneakers.
"It's cold," Kevin complained, wiggling his toes.
"I guess, I'll just have to warm you up." I moved closer, and
wrapped my arm around him. "Is this any better?" I asked, hugging him
tight.
"A little." He kissed me, and put his right leg under my left.
He stroked my thigh, softly with his hand.
We kissed, deeply, tongues exploring. I pulled off his shirt and
his hair fell sensuously beyond his shoulders. "Lay back," I whispered
and he did just that.
I straddled his stomach and leaned over and kissed him again. I
ran my hands first, through his hair, around his neck and finally down
his chest. I moved down a bit and took one of his nipples into my
mouth. I sucked on it gently, ran circles around it and bit gently
down. When it became erect, I moved over to the other and proceeded to
do the same.
He was squirming by the time I was done. I slid down a little
further and ran my tongue around his navel while my hands continued to
play with his nipples. I felt his dick straining against his shorts on
my chest. He was ready!
I sat up, my knees on either side of his long legs and unbuttoned
the top button and unzipped the zipper. When I opened the fly, his
semi-hard cock sprang free from it's confines. I slid his shorts down
and he lifted each leg slightly off the ground to help in the process.
I set them aside and cupped his very large dick in my hard.
Like I said earlier, Kevin is very well-hung. Fully erect, his
dick stands perpendicular from it's hairy base about nine inches,
perhaps closer to ten. It is thick, but not as wide as my own. The
head is small, mushroomy and his balls hang low in it's sack. It is a
VERY attractive package!
I gathered some saliva in my mouth and spit it out. It dripped,
as on a wire, onto the head of his now engorged member and I quickly
ran my hand over the tip to collect it. I began stroking in earnest
now and I looked at his face.
His hands were intertwined in each other and were behind his head
to cock it up a bit. His eyes were closed and there was a faint smile
on his lips. He gasped a breath of air and opened his eyes. We stared
into each others soul's and felt the love there.
I put first one knee and then the other between his legs and
spread them apart. I bent down and began to lick the sides of his
cock, starting at the base and working my way up to the top.
I lifted his legs, bent at the knees and pushed them to his
chest. I took first one ball and then the other into my hot mouth and
rolled them around with my tongue. I then, took them both and sucked
them real good, nibbling ever so lightly once in awhile.
Kevin let out a moan or two. "Mmmmm.. That feels great. Ahhh.."
and he twisted his head first to one side and then the other.
I lowered his legs, reached over, grabbed one of the condoms and
tore open the package with my teeth. I pulled it out and spit into it
and rolled it comfortably onto his hot cock. It didn't quite fit all
the way down, but it was safe.
I proceeded immediately, to engulf it's entire length. I gagged,
having not quite worked myself up to taking it all and pulled back. I
continued with a slow rhythmic sucking motion, starting at the head and
working my way lower and lower until finally, my nose brushed the patch
of dark, curly pubic hair at the base.
"God!" he gasped with a sharp inhalation. "Ohhh..."
That's all the encouragement that I needed to hear. I quickened
my pace, swirling my tongue all around his stiff cock. He wriggled in
ecstasy. He twisted round to get into a 69 position. I lay on my left
side to give him access. He quickly pulled my shorts off and grabbed
my already rock-hard dick from the stretched, sweaty jock I was
wearing.
He tore out another condom and lowered it onto me. When it was
tightly in place, he swallowed my thick eight inches with seemingly no
effort at all. I had to throw my head back and let out a little cry.
This felt TOO good! "Jeez," I sighed.
I turned my head around and his throbbing cock was right in front
of me. I parted my lips again and swallowed it. The feeling was
incredible as we both worked on each other, oblivious to all our
surroundings. We sucked and we licked. We pulled at each other's
balls, fondling them in our palms. They began to tighten.
Our breathing began haggered, our hearts were beating double-
time. The surge began to well up inside me, heightening my awareness
to his needs and I quickened my pace. My mouth dove deeply as I sucked
his dick and I felt the same being done to myself. The rhythm was
increasing. I felt my load ready to explode when Kevin pulled back and
breathed, "NOW!"
I couldn't believe it, he took the words right off my lips. "Me
too.." I warned. With a quick, tight stroke, I snapped the rubber off
and it shot like an elastic. Kevin did the same. I closed my eyes and
heard him moan. I felt his hot, sticky cum shoot onto my chest when I,
too, faded out for that split second as I felt my own load pour forth.
I felt the ocean breeze on my naked skin and a shiver went down
my spine. The scent of the salt was in the air. I exhaled a very deep
breath. I felt him stirring, his hair running over my leg. I opened
my eyes and turned to look at him. His eyes sparkled and there was the
unmistakable look of satisfaction on his face. He was smiling.
"That was incredible, Stephen."
We sat up and hugged each other, tightly. I kissed him lightly
and whispered, "I know. It was." He pulled me even closer and we
kissed again. I felt the stickiness on my chest and pulled back.
"Jeez, Kev. You're a mess."
"Me? Look at yourself!"
I did. I was mess too. I grabbed a towel and wiped ourselves
clean.
Back at the car, I changed clothes, putting on my black 501s and
a long sleeve shirt and leather jacket. Knowing that Kevin was going
to be cold on the drive back, I wrapped him up in the blanket.
I started up the car and began our journey home.
Fifteen minutes down Route 6, Kevin's head leaned over onto my
shoulder. He was fast asleep.
END
About the story: The characters are REAL. The trip took place,
although the sex scene never happened and was purely fictional.
I HOPE people don't mind the use of condoms in fantasy. I am trying to
be real.
Be SAFE!
Special thanks go out to Ed and Bob, for waiting SO patiently; Mike,
for offering to write the sex scene (the only reason why this took five
monthes to finish); Marc, for the final push to get it done and of
course Kevin, for the inspiration.
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