Me and Kevin are close friends for about, ten years. How close you ask, well, so close that we...Well, let me tell you how close. I'm not gonna tell you how we met because, well, it's a very long story. We both lived in a black community where it is considered 'taboo' to be involved in homosexuality, as the Hip-Hop/Rap community suggests. But there were many blacks that lived in hiding during my time.
Kevin is black, as for me, I'm one of those bi-racial children. Yes, my parents had jungle fever. Anyway, the day that me and Kevin got real close was a day that would change my lifestyle and our friendship.
Kevin and I are huge fans of video games, so every now and then I would go over to his house and play his playstation. Then there were times where he would come over my house and play my Dreamcast, or we would play the N64. That day, we were at my house. My two sisters had left for the park, our parents left without telling us. So basically we were all alone.
Since I had no chairs in my room, we both sat beside each other on the edge of right side of my bed. I was in my casual around the house clothing, while Kevin had on his summer shorts and a basketball jersey that was kind of small on his swimmer sized body.
Kevin did have one of those gay, swimmer type body (not that I'm stereotyping). He was just a few inches shorter than me, seeing tha he was three years younger (I was 21 so guess his age). Myself, I wore my sweatpants with boxers underneath and a T-shirt. We didn't have any shoes on. You could say we were losers that still lived with our parents, we had no life.
"All this game-playing is making me thirsty," I said "Can you go get me some soda? Help yourself if you want anything."
"I'll be back, don't do anything." Kevin said. He walked to the kitchen while I waited to quench my thirst. He then came back with my long-awaited soda and a drink of his own. "Here you are." he said. Handing the cup to me, he slipped and it fell all over my shirt, pants, the floor and even the bed sheets.
"I am so sorry." he said.
"Sorry? You better clean this shit up!" I said.
"Okay, I'll be right back." he responded. When he left, I took off my sweatpants since I had been soaked by that bastard. He came back to see me naked only to depart from the room again, perhaps he needed more cleansing objects from the kitchen or to give me my privacy. Seeing that he wouldn't come back for a while. I wrapped my right hand around my shriveled cock and slowly stroked it, peeling my foreskin back and forth. Within seconds I was enlarged to the fullest to see Kevin enter the room with a sponge.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I got bored and began masturbating." I said.
"Oh, well...I have the sponge." he responded.
"I was thinking of you while masturbating." I said. He looked shocked as he got on his knees and cleaned the area around me until he saw my thighs soaked with soda. He then came to my balls, the pubes were slightly wet, yet he started to wipe it only to get them more wet. For a moment he stared at my slightly erect penis.
