Chapter 7

“My hand is cramping.”

“That would be a resounding no,” he carried him to the bathroom.

“Help Kevin, I’m so close.”

“Uh ... umm ... right,” he kicked away the mat in front of the toilet, sitting him in his lap, starting to stroke him, “so much for going slow.”

Kevin rubs one out for him, listening to him whimper and breath, arch his back against him, he sounds so much like a girl, along with his movements, Kevin closes his eyes, getting hard himself.

“Kevin,” he pants, right before release with the most girlish of moans. “Is that your...”

“Yeah, it is,” he slowly let go.

“It feels bigger than mine. I’m sorry for all this.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s progress, dude; you let a guy jerk you off, I jerked off a guy.”

“Is it wrong to say it felt good,” he looked embarrassed.

“It’s supposed to feel good, try it yourself some time. I’m surprised your hand cramped with all that sewing and knitting, and stuff,” he laughed, “let’s get you together.”

“I know you said you’re tired of doing it ... c-can ... can I try? I mean ... it seems fair.”

Kevin shrugged, leaning on the sink, undoing his shorts. Jimmy pulled it out in awe at the size, taking both hands slowly, Kevin sighed and the idea of a guy jerking him off didn’t even gross him out, but Jimmy was so effeminate, he might as well had been a chick.

“That’s it,” he moaned.

“Huh,” Jimmy notices his hands twisting, “you like that?”

“Oh yeah.”

He concentrates on getting Kevin off, taking long slow strokes, Kevin’s grip tightens on the sink edge. His breathing is shallow, precum leaks out, Jimmy rubs a thumb over the tip, not thinking, making the head slick, each pass pushing him closer while Jimmy’s hands glide gently.

“Sooo much better when somebody else does it. Oh fuck, Jimmy ... I’m gonna ... gonna.”

Kevin ejaculates, spurting on Jimmy’s face and in his slightly open mouth, catching him by surprise, his face just inches away. He opened his mouth out of surprise and caught more. This Kevin saw, he almost wanted to laugh at the cumshot, until he saw Jimmy wasn’t about to freak out, but he was stunned.

“It’s been a while,” Kevin admitted.

“Umm yeah ... wow ... that was...,” he smacked his lips, blushing.

“Maybe we went a bit too far too fast?”

“I think I’m fine, Kevin, honest.”

“You sure, man? I was just trying to help you out, I uh, wasn’t trying to go this far.”

“It’s okay, it’s my fault I offered to reciprocate the favor. Just warn me next time, so I can be ready, m’kay?”

“Yeah ... promise, dude.”

“Cool. I’d better go, I still have a few things to do,” he kissed him on the lips. “We should just keep this between us until we see how far it goes, for certain.”

“Definitely.”

Jimmy walks back to his house thinking about what went down; “I can’t believe that happened, I just wanted to make out and I got so turned on. I don’t believe it. I’ve seen Sarah naked and didn’t get turned on. When he came in my mouth, I wanted more. I think I really am gay! Oh the way he carried me in those strong arms,” he thought.

“Hiya Jimmy,” greeted Jonny, “hangin out at Kevin’s?”

“Huh? Oh! Hey Jonny, no, he asked if I could sew up a rip in a pair of pants.”

“Or were you trying to scoop him up since Nazz dumped him, huh?”

“God ... you can be an insufferable asshole, you know that? Peach Creek is big enough I could find somebody ... besides; I’m still figuring things out. Would it be a problem if I were gay? Are you worried I might like you, huh?”

“If I were gay, I’d date me.”

“If you were gay, I’d be straight,” he rolled his eyes, “I’d rather be celibate than even think of ... eww ... me and you. Now excuse me, I got shit to do.”

“Such a queen,” Jonny chuckled.

Jimmy went to his room getting on his computer looking up things on gay men dynamics, slowly slipping to porn; looking at galleries of guys making out and in sexual positions. More and more certain this was what he wanted, everything felt so right, he wanted to be the fems he ran across, the images and terms connected with him, there was comfort in the role with people he liked being around, that he could trust; like Kevin and Sarah. The thought of Sarah and what Kevin said she did starts to raise his ire, how could his best friend feel that way? What if he and Kevin become something, how would she take it? Maybe it would be best to slowly distance himself, at least to focus on trying to build something with Kevin. What if he was gay this whole time and she felt this way, did she keep it to herself or simply mindful who she spoke to?