Getting Kevin

I drove hard and fast into the backyard, noticing that there were at least eight vehicles parked in the front parking lot. Not for the first time I cursed the over helpful wholesaler’s assistant who’d managed to drop the bag of flour over the back of the truck so that it had exploded. It had taken ages to clear up the mess and despite the huge discount off the bill. It had meant I’d got stuck in the going home traffic and was now much later than I should have been.

‘Course I’d phoned Kev straight away and told him what had happened. He was cool about it but I was bummed.
“You sure you’ll be OK?” I said my anxiety showing plain in my voice,
“Sure Jack,” he’d replied almost laughing down the ‘phone, “Sally ain’t going to be leaving till seven so what, I’ll be on my own for what, twenty to forty minutes. What’n hell could go wrong?”
‘Plenty’ I thought but thanked him and began to get the hell back to him.

It had all seemed so easy at the beginning of the week. My uncle who owned the small roadhouse diner who employed me on a permanent summer basis had arranged to go into hospital for treatment to his leg and had enthusiastically left me in charge.
“You’ll be fine Jack,” he said, smiling at my misgivings. “You’ve worked for me since you were ten and two years ago when you were fifteen you told me you knew the business back to front. So why the worry now. It’s only a week and it’s the back end of summer so there’s not much heavy trade.”
I stared back at his smiling face, “Fifteen I was an obnoxious spotty boy filled with my own importance,” I told him, “now I’m older I understand responsibilities much more, What if?”

Uncle Mark cut me short, “Why you prissy acting, boneless squirt,” he shouted, “How many times have I left you to run the store, all those odd days and even weekends.” He pulled me roughly towards him, and grimaced with a tremor of pain that I could see cross his reddening face.
“Okay, Okay Mark,” I waved him gently away, “I’ll cope.” I knew how bad the pain was for him and suddenly my childish fears seemed very stupid compared to what he was going through, The operation was long overdue and I was well aware he had been training me up to this weeks ordeal for both of us.
Actually I knew I had not done a bad job. Sally the resident daily cook was more than reliable and we knew between us we could cope with anything, besides we still had young Kev who was still working with us, before he returned to school and even then he was ‘on-call’ for some evenings and weekends. So when the wholesaler manager had phoned to say his delivery truck was down and could we pick up the weekly order, which was not the first time, I had just checked with Sally and with Kev and set off, little knowing the long delay we were in for.

I rushed into the diner. The Wednesday poker school was settling down in the back room and Kev was tidying up the remains of their meal. There was one other table still eating and two guys at the bar.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Oh hi Jack,” smiled Kev waving his cleaning rag at me, “ Yeah, it’s okay. Sally stayed a bit extra until all the meals were done. I was able to fix the desserts they all wanted. I’ll just finish these last few off, unless you wanted me to give you a hand with unloading?”
“Unloading, “ I started to say when I remembered the full truck outside, “ Yeah, yeah you’re right, leave that and let’s get the stock put away.” Kev put down his cleaning rag and spray and we headed out back.

By the time we got back, the diner was empty, those eating had left and the one table had kindly piled their dirty plates on the bar and had even cleaned the table.
“Trust Marcey,” smiled Kev. Marcey being a regular who knew Mark was away, she often came to us on a Wednesday so she could as she put it, ’eat in peace and not cook and not do any washing up.’” Her family would smile and there would be a chorus of, “Ah Maww,” and they would giggle of to the car.
Whilst Kev finished cleaning down I checked on the poker school.
“Hey Jack,” Ray said, “saw Mark today, he’s doing fine, almost waved that leg of his in my face.”
“Shame he didn’t send along his money. He sure as hell ain’t ever going to win any back and we could do with a better pot,” added Tom, shuffling his cards.
“In that case,” said Rich; “I will see you after all,”
Tom grunted and reshuffled the cards in his hands.

My uncle was not a good poker player but then he wasn’t a bad one and whilst he lost more than he won he played for friendship and I knew he was missing tonight badly. I left them supplied with jugs of coffee and went to check on Kev. They would play late as they did every Wednesday, It was a well know secret and everyone was welcome to join the table, even Sheriff Merry was often to be seen joining in at the end of a shift and sometimes whilst on duty.
I joined Kev in the kitchen and we worked the last of the dishes through the sink, leaving them to drain dry for the next day. I sent him out with the usual bottle for the players whilst I turned out the lights and locked up.

Leaving Kev watching the game I went back to make myself a meal and then work the till and do the paperwork. Kev came in for another bottle and then came back to take my dishes out to clean them.

I looked up at the clock it was almost ten, where the hell had the time gone.
“S’okay Kev,” I said concerned, “leave them, you’ve done enough for today. Time you went home, your mother will be worried.”
“Err,” he said and swayed slightly, “I gotta slight problem with that. Y’see when I rang mom to tell her I was working late she told me that pa had got an overnighter and won’t be able to pick me up. I sorta said you’d drop me off after the game, if thas allwright with you?”
I was about to answer when I realised that not only was he swaying, but he had been slurring his speech and now I could see a glazed unfocused look in his eyes.
“Kev,” I spoke sharply, “Have you been drinking?”

I got a beaming smile as part of the reply, “the lads offered me a couple of shots, but it’s okay I was drinking coffee as well so it’s well watered.” He pointed waveringly at his coffee mug he had brought with him.
I checked it remembering that night when the poker school had decided to teach me a lesson about looking on at a young age. I was right, the coffee was about two parts whiskey, and I bet Kev had not eaten much either.
He giggled at me as I threw away the contents of the mug and quickly replaced it with a strong batch of good coffee and prayed that he would sober up enough before I was able to drive him home. I stuck him in the living room in front of the television and told him to stay put. He began to flick though the channels and I went to check on the poker school.

“Hows the boy?” Steve asked, grinning.
“drunk,” I said, “you know he’s only fifteen, God knows what Mary is going to say when she finds out.”
“Not as much as she’d say if she knew he was watching us play poker,” said Ray
The other grunted their agreement.
“She sure can talk that one,” Tom grunted, “ raise you five.” he added and they went back to their game. I left them the next bottle and went back to check on Kev.
To my horror I discovered he’d found the video I’d left in the VCR and was intently watching as Linda Lovelace opened wide.
“Kev,” I shouted and pulled the remote from his hand and stood in front of the TV. He lay back on the sofa and groaned at me, “Aw Jack I was enjoying that,” he grizzled.

“So I see,” I replied looking down at his exposed erect throbbing cock. It was a sight I had longed to see ever since that day he had managed to cover him self with dirty water when the sink had blocked and had been sent to my room to change into some of my spare clothes. I had accompanied him there, he was just turned fourteen and I was fifteen. I had helped pull the wet clothes off him, revealing a young firm body. He had not argued as I stripped him, he had begun to shiver slightly from the shock of the water pouring over him as he had unscrewed the wrong outlet and I grabbed a blanket to wrap around him to warm him. I had dug out some clothes and when I tried to put a pair of jeans on I discovered that his briefs were wet and that they would have to come off.
I had found myself admiring the large bulge between his legs and when I eased his briefs off was delighted to find that it was naturally filled. Kev was one of those blessed with a large cock that hung enticingly down over a pair of well-egged balls. I stared at him until I was aware that he was looking at me.
“Is anything wrong?” he asked anxiously.
I gave him a blank look in reply.
“Down there,” he said, “only you’ve been looking very hard at my,” he was lost for words, “my my,” he paused, “an’ I was worried in case I’d done some damage. Is is,” finally he stuttered. “Is my cock alright?”

Embarrassed I looked redly back at him. “No no,” I repeated, “I thought, I,” said quickly covering for my action, “er I thought it might need wiping dry but it’s all okay as it’s not wet down there after all.” I turned away and almost cut my own erect cock in half as I did so. “I’ll just get you something to put on.”
Hurriedly I dressed him hoping he was not aware of my now throbbing cock, made even harder as I had to zip away the object of my desire. When he had returned the clothes I had had to lend him, the briefs joined the ones I had taken off him and nightly and often daily I climaxed into them, wishing they were still wrapped around his large cock.

Kev looked down at his pulsating tool and grabbed the tip on one hand and began to squeeze it.
“Y’know,” he slurred, “that girl she was good. I wish my girlfriend would do that to me, but she seems frightened of ole nobby here.” He added sorrowfully, “I like it so why don’t she,” he waved his gleaming weapon at me, “you said it was alright, don’t you remember.”
I seized the moment and knelt down, “ Looks perfectly fine to me,” I said and gently pulled his hand away and placed my own around the wetly gleaming cock head and carefully eased back the foreskin to expose the pulsating pink tip, watching the next slurp of pre-cum slide sexily out of the piss-slit. I began to stroke the heavenly beauty up and down and ever moving closer and closer to the enticing tip.
Kev relaxed back into the sofa, “S’nice.” he smiled and trembled slightly. I looked up at him, “go on, he grumbled, don’t stop now,”
I let his cock go and stood up; He looked at me with a smiling drunken puzzled look.
“I’ll just need to check on the school,” I said and ran out front grabbing another bottle to take to the players.
“We need more coffee please Jack,” asked Ray pointing at the empty jugs. At olympic speed I filled the two jugs and left the till bell beside them.
“Just ring if you need anything I want to watch a video with Kev,” I said not really lying. They grunted in reply.
Kev was still stretched out on the sofa; he’d found the remote and was stroking his cock in time with Linda Lovelace and rewinding and rewinding to keep up the momentum. I took the remote off him and his hand away from his now slimy wet cock.