Losing Kevin
Chapter 3
“You want me to pick Kevin up?” Paul started to slow the car down. Since Charles, one
of the guys who usually rode in the backseat had a dental appointment after school,
there was room for one more.

“Naw,” Devin replied. “Let him walk home. It’s only a couple more blocks.” He turned his
head so he couldn’t see Kevin as they drove past him.

“Did you talk to him yet?” Paul whispered low enough so Stanley couldn’t hear.
Stanley was one of the daily riders to school. He was the center on the basketball team.
He had to sit sideways in the backseat because there  wasn’t enough leg room for his
long, lanky body.

“I will,” Devin said angrily. “I already said something to that other kid.”

Paul asked hopefully, “Did you kick his ass?”

“Not yet,” stated Devin. “But if I see him with my brother again, I will.”

“Let me know when you do,” volunteered Paul, “and I’ll help you.”

Nothing more was said as they rode in silence. When they pulled into the driveway,
Devin asked Paul to wait for him. “I’m going over to Ashley’s, but I gotta pick something
up first.” Devin ran into the house and returned a few minutes later. When he got into
the car, he grinned and held up a plastic object.

“Ta da!” he laughed. Paul’s eyes widened when he saw the condom Devin was holding.

“What!” Paul shouted excitedly.

“Ashley said she wanted me to come over after school,” he announced. “She said she
had something special to give me. This may be my lucky day.”

Stanley spoke up from the backseat. “I thought you and Ashley were already doing it.”

“We’ve played around,” Devin said, “but we’ve never done the dirty deed. She’s jacked
me off, but that’s all.”

“Damn,” Paul hissed. Devin laughed when he saw his friend rearrange his hard cock
inside his pants. “I gotta get me a girlfriend.”

“I thought you were in love with Rosy Palms,” Stanley chuckled from behind them.

“Yeah,” Paul replied, “She’s your girlfriend, too.” Devin roared with laughter when
Stanley looked at his hand and blushed.

A few minutes later, Paul pulled up in front of Ashley’s home. Devin got out and grinned
at the boys in the car. “Wish me luck, guys.”

“Fuck you, Devin,” Paul said playfully. “Why should I wish you luck? I ain’t getting any.”

“Talk to Paul nice,” Devin responded, “and maybe he’ll give you some.” He laughed as
Stanley got out and climbed into the front seat.

Playfully, Stanley rubbed his hand on Paul’s knee. “Hey, Paulie,” he giggled. “I got
something here you might like.” He grabbed his crotch and wiggled it. Paul glanced over

“Fuck you, Stanley,” he replied angrily. “I ain’t no fag.”


“What are you doing here?” Cameron stopped suddenly when he walked out of the
room where he had served his detention.

Kevin tried to smile, but he was hesitant because Cameron looked upset at seeing him.
“I tried to talk to you after school, but then you came in here. I waited around for you
to come out.”

“I told you I can’t talk to you.” Cameron dropped his head and walked away. Kevin ran
up beside him and grabbed his arm.

“Did Devin say something to you?” he asked. “You said earlier he didn’t want you talking
to me.”

“He called me a fag,” Cameron replied as he pulled himself free from Kevin’s grip. He
started to walk away, but Kevin stopped him.

“I can deal with my brother,” Kevin told him.

“Well, I can’t.” Cameron started to walk away, but Kevin again held him back. Cameron
turned to him. “Look, Kevin,” he said tearfully. “I’ve been through this before. That’s
why my mother and I had to move. I was being threatened at my old school. I don’t
want to go through it again.”

He pushed Kevin away and walked into a nearby restroom. When Kevin entered,
Cameron was curled up on the floor crying. He sat down beside him and put his arm
around him. Cameron leaned against him and continued to cry.

“It’s all right,” Kevin said reassuringly. “No one’s going to hurt you here.” He held him
tightly until he stopped crying.

Cameron sat up and wiped his tears away. “I’m such a baby.”

Kevin looked at him and giggled. “You look so cute like that.” He reached out and
brushed Cameron’s hair back.

Cameron began to blush. “What’s so cute about me?” He walked over to the sink,
grabbed a paper towel and started wiping his face dry.

Kevin walked up behind him and put his arms around him. They stood staring at each
other in the mirror. Kevin leaned down and kissed Cameron gently on the neck. He took
Cameron’s waist and turned him so that they were facing. Cameron closed his eyes as
Kevin leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.


“Hey, Baby!” Ashley pulled Devin into the living room and kissed him passionately. He
looked nervously around the room.

“Is anyone else here?” He walked across the room and looked into the kitchen. Ashley
came up from behind him and pressed her body against his.

“I told you we’d be alone,” she cooed. “Mom and Dad are working late, and Donnie is at
his friend’s house.”  Donnie was her seven year old brother.

“What if he comes home early?” Devin asked nervously.

“Mrs. Winters said she was taking him and Oliver to get pizza. He won’t be home for
hours. Relax.” She dropped her hand to his crotch and rubbed him until he was erect.

“I don’t know about this,” Devin moaned. She unzipped his pants and snaked his cock
out. She wrapped her hand around it and began to slowly masturbate him.

“We’ve been talking about doing this for months,” she replied as she continued to rub
her body seductively against his. “I want you.” She grabbed his cock and began leading
him to her bedroom. “Come on.”

Once inside, she closed the door, threw him on the bed and straddled his body. She
looked down and smiled. “Did you remember to bring it?”

Devin nodded his head, reached into his pocket and produced the condom.

“Good,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him.

As many boys do when they have their first sexual experience, he came quickly. Ashley
was disappointed, but he felt triumphant. He had lost his virginity. They lay naked and
cradled in each other’s arms until she looked over and noticed the time on the alarm

“Shit!” She screamed as she jumped from the bed. She picked Devin’s clothes off the
floor and tossed them at him. “Mom will be home in a few minutes.”

They had just finished dressing when they heard her mother’s car in the driveway. They
ran to the family room, turned on the television and sat on the floor. Seconds later,
Mrs. Gamble walked in.

“Oh. Hello Devin.” She seemed surprised that he was in the house. “Ashley,” she
sounded upset. “May I see you in the kitchen for a moment?” He could hear them
arguing about him being in the house without parental supervision. Minutes later, Ashley
emerged and told him he would have to go. She escorted him to the front door.
Outside, they kissed passionately.

“That was wonderful,” she said lovingly. “I’m glad you were my first.”

“Me, too,” Devin smiled as he kissed her gently on the cheek. “Thanks.”

He walked out onto the sidewalk, pulled out his cell phone and asked Paul to come get
him. He was about three blocks away when Paul pulled up.

Paul had an anxious look on his face. “Well?” He asked as Devin got in.

“What?” Devin asked innocently.

“Don’t fuck with me, Dev!” Paul exclaimed angrily. “You know what. Did you do it?”

Devin sat back and crowed, “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Paul hit him on his shoulder. “You ain’t no gentleman, Fucker. Did you get into Ashley’s
pants or not?”

Devin started laughing. “I got into more than her pants,” he bragged.

“Shit,” Paul said excitedly. “What was it like?”

Devin looked at Paul and frowned. “Damn, Dude. You need to get yourself a girlfriend.
You’re not going home and jacking off to my sexual encounters.”

“Fucker!” Paul hissed. He drove quietly and pouted until he dropped Devin off at his

Before he pulled away, Devin leaned in and grinned. “It was awesome, Paulie. I can’t
wait to do it again.” He slammed the door and strutted toward the house.


“Mom!” Cameron shouted as he and Kevin entered their small apartment. Kevin looked
around at the meager surroundings. There were a small couch and a chair with a
television playing in the corner. Except for some torn blinds, there were no curtains on
the window.

“I’m in the kitchen!” Mrs. Lynch hollered. “Come in here. We need to talk.”

“Uh, oh,” groaned Cameron. “She’s upset I had detention.” He gave Kevin a faint smile
and then headed to the kitchen. Unsure what he was to do, Kevin followed behind.

“Why, hello.” Cameron’s mother smiled when she noticed the taller boy behind her son.
She looked him and said, “I didn’t think you would have company. I didn’t bake you any
cookies.” She turned to the cabinet, pulled out two glasses and sat them on the kitchen
table. “Sit down, boys. I’ll get you some milk.” She opened the refrigerator and returned
with a quart of milk and a half empty box of doughnuts.

“You must be Kevin,” she smiled as she poured the boys a glass of milk, opened the
box and placed a doughnut in front of them. “I didn’t know you were going to be
coming home with Cameron.” She looked sternly at him and said, “Especially after he
got detention.”

“Mom,” whined Cameron. “I’m really sorry, but…”

Kevin interrupted him. “It’s not his fault, Mrs. Lynch.” He looked over at Cameron with
pleading eyes. “I wanted to get a soda from the machine in the cafeteria and I asked
Cameron to go with me. I thought we had enough time. I guess I was lucky I didn’t get
caught too.”

She studied the boys for a minute and then looked at Cameron and smiled. “I guess   
we’ll let it go this time.” She then looked at Kevin. “But please be more careful. Cameron
just started school there, and I don’t want him getting off on the wrong foot.”

“I’ll be more careful,” Kevin assured her. When Mrs. Lynch turned, he looked over at
Cameron and giggled. Cameron rolled his eyes and then quickly grasped Kevin’s hand.

“So other than you getting into trouble,” she turned and noticed Cameron withdrawing
his hand from Kevin’s. “How did your day go?” Cameron blushed when he realized she
had seen him.

“Cameron’s helping me with my geometry,” announced Kevin, unaware of the looks
Cameron and his mother were giving each other. “He’s a better teacher than Mr.

“That’s wonderful,” she said as she moved behind the boys and placed her hands on her
son’s shoulders. “Cameron’s a bright boy, as I am sure you are too. We each have our
weaknesses.” She squeezed Cameron’s shoulders. “Cameron’s is the inability to move

Cameron began choking on his milk. “Mom!” he squealed.

Kevin looked over and gave him a quizzical look. “What did she mean by that?” Mrs.
Lynch laughed and walked away as Cameron’s face turned a bright red.

Kevin looked at them and asked, “Did I miss something?” Cameron’s mother laughed
even harder.

The boys ate their snack as they looked over occasionally at each other and giggled.
They didn’t know why, it just felt good to be together. It also helped that Mrs. Lynch
was aware of her son’s sexuality. They didn’t feel that they had to be careful around
each other.

Mrs. Lynch was enjoying watching the boys interact. She had worried about Cameron
for years. It was hard for him to make friends, and she grew worried watching him mope
around the house. Now, he was making a new friend, and she couldn’t be happier. Kevin
seemed like a nice boy who   wouldn’t hurt her son.

When they finished, she said, “You boys go to Cameron’s room.” She started clearing
the table. “Why don’t you show Kevin your art work?”

Kevin asked, “You draw?” He was surprised because Cameron had never mentioned that
he was interested in art.

“He paints,” informed Mrs. Lynch. “He’s been painting since he was four. He’s quite

“Mother,” groaned Cameron. “It’s just stupid paint on a canvass. I’m not all that good.”

She tousled his hair. “Yes, you are, Dear. Now run along.”

The boys stood and started to leave. “Kevin,” asked Mrs. Lynch. “Would you like to join
us for dinner? Give me your number and I’ll call your mother and get her permission.”
Cameron looked expectantly at Kevin and waited for his response.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Kevin said politely. “I’d like that.” He looked over at a beaming Cameron.
He gave Mrs. Lynch his number, and then the boys headed to the bedroom.

“Here it is,” Cameron said embarrassedly as he opened the door. “As you can see, it’s
not much.”

He was right. Like the rest of the house, the room was sparsely furnished. There was a
single bed in one corner and a table in another. What immediately caught Kevin’s eye
was an easel with an oil painting on it. His eyes widened when he realized he was the
subject on the painting.

He walked over and slowly examined it. “This is me?” He turned, and Cameron was
looking at the floor. He turned back and admired the painting. “This is great.” The
painting was only half completed, but Cameron had captured Kevin’s features, complete
with his brown eyes.

“I had trouble remembering some of the details,” he admitted. “I tried to sketch you in
third period from memory.”

“It’s fantastic,” Kevin said admiringly. “I can’t believe you painted me. Why?”

Cameron began to blush. “Why do you think?” He walked over and looked out the
window. Kevin walked up behind him, put his arms around him and pulled him in tightly.
At first Cameron’s body became tense, but he soon relaxed in Kevin’s arms.

Kevin leaned down and kissed the smaller boy on the neck. He pressed his body against
Cameron’s body. His cock was becoming erect, and he could feel it pushing against
Cameron’s ass.

Cameron turned, threw his arms around Kevin and buried his head into his chest.
Feeling Kevin’s erection against his stomach, his own cock began to expand in his tight
pants. He looked up at Kevin and their eyes met. Kevin leaned forward and they shared
their second kiss. It was as gentle and passionate as the one they had shared earlier.
He moaned when Kevin pushed his tongue into his mouth.

Kevin dropped his hand and ran it across the outline of Cameron’s ass. He then let it
explore the smaller boy’s body until his hand came to rest on Cameron’s hard cock.
Cameron moaned into Kevin’s mouth, and then he moved away.

“What’s wrong?” Kevin asked worriedly. He was afraid he’d gone too far.

“I’m not ready for this,” Cameron confessed. “We just met, and I haven’t thought about
this yet.” He walked over and sat down on the bed. Kevin sat beside him.

“Are you mad at me?” Cameron looked over and gave Kevin a sorrowful look.

Kevin started giggling. “Why should I be mad at you? At least one of us is thinking with
the right head.” He reached down and pushed down on his hard cock. Cameron watched
him and giggled. He then rearranged his.

“Have you ever done this before?” Cameron asked. “It’s my first time.”

“Me, too.” Kevin informed him. He stared into Cameron’s eyes and wiggled his eyebrows.
“So how long are we supposed to wait before we do something?”

“I don’t know,” replied Cameron. “I just think we should get to know each other a little
better before we decide to do anything.”

“You’re really smart, you know that?” Kevin said admiringly.

“I know.” Cameron gave his signature dimpled smile.

Kevin reached down and took Cameron’s hand and squeezed it. “So are we like going
steady now?”

Cameron began to blush. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

Kevin wiggled his eyebrows. “So if we’re going steady, can make out?”

“Yeah,” giggled Cameron. “I guess we can.” They leaned forward, and their lips touched.
Cameron put his arms around Kevin as they kissed. After a few minutes, Kevin’s hand
dropped and touched Cameron’s cock. It was erect. He ran his hand up and down its
five inch length.

Suddenly, Cameron pulled away. His eyes widened, “Damn!” He got up and ran across
the hall to the restroom. Kevin was worried until Cameron returned a couple of minutes
later with a towel wrapped around his waist. His face was red as he walked over to his
dresser and pulled out a clean pair of underwear and shorts.

Kevin leaned back on the bed and roared with laughter. Cameron stuck out his tongue
and disappeared across the hall. When he returned, Kevin was still holding his stomach
and rolling on the bed laughing.

“I’m going to the kitchen,” he said embarrassingly when Kevin wouldn’t stop laughing.

“I’m sorry,” laughed Kevin. “But you have to admit, it is funny as hell.”

“Shut up,” Cameron frowned. He then disappeared from the room. Kevin followed him to
the kitchen while still trying to suppress his laughter.

Mrs. Lynch turned and smiled when they entered. “Are you boys enjoying yourselves? I
heard you laughing.” Kevin sat in a chair and continued to laugh uproariously. She
smiled, turned and continued to prepare dinner. Cameron frowned at Kevin. Soon it
became a smile, and he found himself laughing out loud. His mother turned again and
observed the boys having fun. She smiled happily at her son and soon found herself
joining them in laughter.


The Williams family was eating dinner when Kevin walked into the kitchen. His mother
looked up and smiled, but his father and brother didn’t stop eating to acknowledge that
he had returned home.

“Hello, Kevin,” said his mother. “Did you enjoy yourself at the Lynch’s home?  Mrs.
Lynch seemed like a nice lady.”

“Who’s the Lynches?” Devin inquired after stuffing a mouthful of roast beef into his

“Someone I met at school,” Kevin replied. His brother stopped eating and stared up at

“Short kid, blonde hair?” he asked. There was a tone of anger to his voice.

“Yeah,” said Kevin defensively. He remembered what Cameron had said about his
brother threatening him. “What about it?” They stared at each other, neither willing to
be the first to look away.

“Something wrong, Boys?” Mrs. Williams asked. Devin looked over.

“Nah,” he said. “Nothing’s wrong.” He shoved another forkful of beef into his mouth.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” announced Kevin. “Then I’ve got some homework to
do.” He started to leave the room, but was stopped by his father.

“Sit down, Kevin,” his father ordered. He timidly took the seat beside his brother.

“We still haven’t finished discussing why you’ve decided not to go out for basketball this
season.” Kevin looked away from his intimidating stare. He knew there was no way out
of the situation. It wasn’t as simple as leaving the room as he had earlier in the day.

“Look, Dad,” he began. He placed his hands in his lap as he attempted to stop them
from trembling. “I just don’t feel like playing this year.”

“That’s not a good reason,” his father replied sternly. “You’re going to play, and there
will be no more of this nonsense. I’m expecting both of you boys to go to college on
athletic scholarships.” He looked over at their mother. “Lord only knows we can’t afford
to send you both to school.”

“Then I can get a job when I graduate,” he said. He knew by his father’s angry
expression that his suggestion would never be accepted.

“Do you think for one minute I’m going to let you throw your life away like that?” He
folded his napkin on the table, indicating that the discussion was over.

“But Dad,” Kevin pleaded. His father pounded his fist on the table.

“No buts, Kevin,” he remarked angrily. “You’re going to show up for practice, and you
will play. Do you understand me?”

Kevin tried to meet his father’s intimidating stare, but he quickly looked down at the
table. “Yes, Sir. May I be excused now?”

“Of course, Dear,” said his mother. She was trying to get Kevin to leave the room
before his father said anymore. He rose and went into the bedroom he shared with
Devin. He grabbed his Ipod, lay down, closed his eyes and listened to music. He was
almost asleep when Devin kicked the bed.

Devin was looking down and sneering at him. “Did you have fun at your boyfriend’s

“Shut the fuck up, Devin!” He sat up and looked threatening at his brother.

“I told that fag to leave you alone,” Devin said angrily. “I guess I’m going to have to
teach him a lesson now.”

Before he could react, Kevin sprung from the bed and slammed Devin against the wall.

Devin grabbed Kevin around the waist and they tumbled to the ground. They hit each
other wildly. Kevin winced from the blow he took to the left side of his face. He began
punching Devin in the chest and flailing wildly at his body.

“I’ll kill you, Fucker!” screamed Kevin. “Don’t you put your hands on him again!”

Devin pushed Kevin off him. He was heaving breathlessly. Devin sat up and tried to
catch his breath. He looked over at his brother. Their eyes met. In an instant, Devin
could read his twin brother’s thoughts.

“Jesus Christ, Kevin,” he hissed. “You really are a god damned fag.” Without saying a
word, Kevin got up and left the room.

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