Kevins Father 4

Chapter 4 : 100% fiction!

The next day morning, I was waiting outside my house for Kevin’s father to come and pick me up. He came promptly and dropped me at school. When I enquired about Kevin’s health, he said that he was getting better. Viral fevers usually lasted for three or four days and left one sapped of all strength. So Kevin will start attending school only from next Wednesday or so. “It is better that you do not come to see him till he is well,” said Dan as he left me at the entrance to the school. I earned to see Kevin, as I felt lonely in the class without him. As soon as the bell rang in the evening, I picked up my bike and rode home. I stayed indoors all through the week-end, much bored. I accompanied mother to the store on Saturday and to the church on Sunday. The pastor said that I was looking much better now, though mother expected him to say, I was looking, emaciated!

On Monday, Mr. Wilson sent word through the boy Dilshan, that I should meet him that evening, after class. When I went to see him, he was very well-behaved and asked me about Kevin. I told him that he was ill and his father is taking good care of him. Mr. Wilson wanted to know more about Kevin’s father—where he worked, etc. But I told him that I did not know much about him, except that he was Kevin’s father. Then Mr. Wilson wanted to know whether Kevin’s mother was a black lady. I told him that Kevin had lost his mother two years ago and I have not seen her. The change in Mr. Wilson’s behavior towards me surprised me. Will he ask me to stay behind for my ‘special training’ on Thursday? I wondered.

Kevin returned to school on Wednesday. He was looking thin and pale. He said that this viral fever is a terrible thing. Fortunately, he did not pass it on to his father. He said that his father took good care of him and did the entire household work, during his illness. Dan was not a good cook, so they relied on tinned stuff and packed food, most of the days.

“I am the one who does the cooking and cleaning for my dad. Our roles were reversed in the last few days,” said Kevin, appreciating his father’s efforts, very much. And then he said that his father and he had planned to visit my house the following day evening, which was Thursday. So, Dan wanted me to get away from school as soon as our gym hour was over, without staying behind to get my ‘special training’! I will have to tell Mr. Wilson that as Kevin and his father were visiting us, I need to go home soon after the class. Good tactics to keep me away from Mr. Wilson, I thought, and appreciated Dan for his strategies!

I went home that day and told mother about our visitors. She was glad to have them over and said she would prepare an apple pie and that; it would be good if she knew earlier, whether Kevin’s dad preferred cocktail or tea. I told her tea should be fine, as it is their first visit. I cleaned up my room and set the chess board and coins on the study table and brought one other chair for Kevin and placed it on the opposite side of the table. When I went to sleep, my thoughts were about the visit from Kevin and Dan, the following day evening.
Next day, I told Mr. Wilson about the visitors to my house that evening. He let me go soon after the gym class. But I could hear him mutter that without getting the extra practice, I am never going to get my grades! But I did not pay any attention to it, but got on to my bike and left for home as quickly as possible. Mother was setting up the dinning table with her pie and tea. She had dusted the furniture and had put new curtains on the windows and door ways!

Sharply at 5.30 pm, Dan drove into our drive way. I went and opened the front door. Kevin alighted from their car first, followed by Dan. Dan was wearing a red checkered full-sleeve shirt and tight jeans. The top two buttons of his shirt were not fastened, to reveal his chest partly. He was looking dashing smart, with clean shaven face and a carefully trimmed mush. The lock of hair that fell on his forehead, gave him a seductive look. After getting out of the car, he stood with his two hands in the front pockets of his jeans and looked around at the neighborhood. Kevin joined him, coming round the car. Both father and son raised their hands to greet me and then stepped into the house. As they did so, Dan put his hand on my shoulder and said with a mischievous smile,
“Hope you do not mind coming away from your ‘special training’ with Mr. Wilson?”

Just then my mother, wearing a green spotted gown and neatly braided hair, appeared in the hall and welcomed the guests. Dan extended his hand and shook hands with mother and then, it was Kevin’s turn. Pleasantries were exchanged and we sat down at the table to have our tea. Dan appreciated the apple pie mother had made and took large servings. The tea, he said, was brewed excellently. Kevin did not say much, but enjoyed the pie. Mother asked him whether he would prefer coke for tea and he welcomed it. So, I got up and went to the kitchen and brought two cans of coke, for the two of us.

“Let us leave the oldies to chat. We can go up to your room for a game of chess,” said Kevin, as he got up from the table with the coke in his hand. I too got up with my coke and went towards the stairway, leading Kevin upstairs to my room. Mother suggested that I can take some more pieces of the pie to my room, but Kevin said: “Its OK ma’am. We will come back after a game. Who ever wins, could get a double share then!” Kevin was sure to win. He was good at chess, as he was in other games.

When Kevin and his father left at about 8 pm that day, I was not aware that this is going to become a weekly affair. I was in great dilemma the following Thursday, when Kevin told me that he and his father will be visiting us again that day. As I did not want to tell Mr. Wilson again that Kevin and his father are visiting us once more, I decided to tell him that my mother wanted to go out visiting a relative and so she wanted me to come home early. I quickly added that instead of on Thursdays, I could get my special coaching from him on Friday evenings.

Though Mr. Wilson was not quite happy about this, because he said that he would have to attend meetings with the Headmaster on most Fridays, he in a way agreed. When I met Mr. Wilson on Friday evenings, he continued to give me ‘special training’ and assured me of good grades at the end of the semester that was fast approaching. I gave the impression to Dan that I was being drawn away from Mr. Wilson after my gym class. For some reason, Dan did not call me home for any help and of course, I avoided going over to their house on Tuesdays when Kevin would go for his basket-ball practice. Moreover, Dan did not device ways of sending Kevin away on errands, when I visited them on some evenings, responding to Kevin’s invitation to play basket-ball. I put down the change in Dan’s attitude to his weekly visit to my house and wondered whether there was any plan behind it. I didn’t have to wait for knowing it.

When on one Thursday, Dan and Kevin visited us, mother happened to mention that the following Saturday was her birthday and that she would like to have Kevin and his father for dinner, that night. There was hearty welcome from the visitors as they left that evening. I was happy that it was not on a Friday as otherwise, I would have to give some excuse or the other to Mr. Wilson, for skipping my ‘special training’.

The whole of next Saturday, mother was busy in the kitchen making delicious dishes to serve her guests. She and I had gone to the store that morning and bought a whole lot of vegetables, meat etc. She also bought a bottle of good wine to be served before dinner. Kevin and his father arrived at about 8 pm. I had expected Dan to have worn a neat dress with a tie. But it was not so. He was clad just in his shorts and a T-shirt that was somewhat short in length and revealed his pants almost fully. Kevin had his usual T-shirt and jeans. Dan was carrying a packet in his hand and when he came into the house, he greeted mother with a loud “Happy Birthday!” The he waked over to her and embraced her rather tightly and gave her a resounding kiss on her cheek and presented her with the packet in his hands. Mother did not expect this sudden show of affection and blushed as she took the packet and said: “Oh! I did not expect this. However, thanks a lot. I wonder what it is though!” As she spoke, she looked at Kevin with a questioning look. Kevin shrugged his shoulders and said: “Oh, you must ask dad about it,” then after a moment added: “Why don’t you see for yourself?” But Dan quickly intervened and said:

“Not now. Let it be a surprise till dinner is over. It should not spoil the dinner, in case you do not like it!” So, mother put away the packet and started serving the wine. Dan drank most of the stuff in the large bottle and made mother also drink, saying that at least on her birthday she must consume the stuff. Dinner followed and at the end when ice ream was served, Kevin and I got ready to go upstairs to my room to play out usual game of chess. It was I who reminded mother to open her present then, as dinner was over. Dan agreed and mother opened the parcel that was wrapped in a colorful gift paper. From inside mother took out a cardboard box and when she opened it, there was a very beautiful, but transparently thin, swimming costume inside. Mother picked up the garment and said:

“Oh, what a pretty swimsuit!” hen she added: “It is a pity that I no longer go swimming these days! So, I will never be able to wear it!”
“Never mind going for swimming,” said Dan. “It will look pretty on you and I must see you wearing it. Will you not oblige?”

Mother was perplexed. She shot a glance at Kevin and me. Kevin took the hint and told me that we must go upstairs for out game of chess. He and I got up from out seats with the ice-cream bowls in our hands. Kevin, not looking at me, extended his hand to take hold of my hand and inadvertently, touched my crotch. He withdrew his hand quickly and said “Sorry.” I was wondering whether to follow him upstairs or to stay and see if mother obliged Dan. But Kevin took hold of my hand and practically dragged me upstairs. I looked behind as I climbed the stairs. Mother was holding up the swim-suit and was looking it up this way and that. Her face was visible hazily behind the garment, and I could not read its expression. Dan was seated with his back to the staircase and so I could not read his expression either. Will mother wear this dress and appear before Dan? That was a million dollar question.

Kevin and I started our game of chess as we ate our ice-cream. As usual, Kevin made me think a lot for every move. But when his turn came, he was very quick. About half an hour later, Kevin made a move of his black bishop to a spot that put my queen into jeopardy. As I began to think of ways to save my queen, Kevin got up from his chair and saying he is going to the restroom to relieve himself, walked out of the room to the toilet at the end of the corridor. I heard him shut the toilet door and immediately I had a great urge to go to the staircase and peep down into the hall to see if mother had indeed changed into her bathing suit she got as a gift. So, I got up quickly and went down the stairs half way from where the hall would be visible. What I saw there shocked me. My mother was wearing the swimsuit given to her by Dan and was dancing slowly with him, holding him firmly in her hands.

Dan was pressed close to her body and was holding her tightly as the two swayed from side to side. Dan was kissing my mother and my mother had closed her eyes and with her head tilted backwards was swaying along with Dan. Just then, as I was still watching silently, something terrible happened. Dan swung my mother and made her lie down on the couch. He then fell on her and pressing his crotch to her body, took hold of her two breasts and pumping them, started to shower kissed on them. My cock began to slowly expand within my pants, as I watched this love-play. I heard the toilet door open and Kevin walking down the corridor toward my room. I made a dash to my room and got in before Kevin reached it. But, Kevin was already in the corridor and so he saw me get into the room from the stairway. I went and sat before the chess-board and quickly made some silly move. Kevin came in, looked at the move I made, and cut my queen with his bishop and said: “Check.”

He then asked; “What’s going on downstairs?” I responded saying: “Oh, they are just talking.”
“Talking or fucking?” asked Kevin without raising his head. I was dumb struck. I did not know what to say. That moment of silence was a great mistake. I should have brushed aside his statement as a big joke and must have laughed or grunted in reply. Kevin noticed my bit of silence and he looked at me in my face. He said in a methodical and stern voice:

“If my father presents a swimsuit to a woman and she wears it for him to see her curves, it means that she is going to get his cock stuck into her very soon.” So saying, he got up from the chair and started walking towards to stairway adding: “I too must see the show.”
My heart leapt into my mouth. I wanted to prevent him going down the stairway. So, I got up quickly and in doing so, violently shook the table so that all the chessmen on the chess-bard toppled. Kevin turned his head and putting his finger to his lips signaled me to quietly follow him. He got down the stairway like a cat and stood at halfway down from where one could get a view of the hall. I stood behind him and poked my head through his shoulders to get a view. What I saw there made me freeze. Dan had let down his half pants and was fucking my mother pushing aside her swimsuit near her crotch. Mother was lying as I saw her earlier, with her head tilted backwards. Her legs were widely spread, with one leg on the back rest of the couch and the other resting on the carpet. Dan was upon her, with his two hands resting on the couch and his face resting on hers, kissing. The lock of hair on his forehead had fallen on to one side and was blocking the view of mother’s face. Dan’s hips were moving sending his long cock in and out of his beloved woman.

“Screeeeeeech”…… came the sound of the stairway as Kevin shifted his body weight to give me full view of what was happening down below. The sound made Kevin’s father to look up. He spotted our peeping heads on the stairway and without getting alarmed in any way, said:
“I did not expect you to come downstairs so soon Kevin. I wish to finish my game first.”
So saying he went on with his hip movements. Hearing the screeching sound, mother too opened her eyes and tried to look at the stairway. But her view was hidden by the lock of Dan’s hair in front of her face. She frantically tried to push Dan away from her body. But instantaneously, Dan put his two hands on her two arms and held her firmly pinned to the couch, as he continued his activity. Dan spoke into her ears quite audibly:
“Never mind the boys. Your front hole is as delicious as your son’s rear hole, which I have already tasted many times!”

Kevin turned at looked at me. In shame and anger, I tuned away my gaze from his face. It was then I caught sight of the torn condom foil, lying on the carpet near the couch. I turned, with tears in my eyes, to run away back to my room. But Kevin’s hand got hold of my cock, which had by then hardened. This time Kevin did not do it by mistake. It was deliberate. He put his hand in front of my pants and as I climbed the stairs, began to fondle my cock. He was right behind me and I could feel his hardened cock rubbing against my bottom.
As soon as we reached the doorway of my room, he turned me around and embraced me tightly and kissed me repeatedly on my face. At last, what I was longing for was happening to me. But the scene that I saw below was preventing me from getting my full enjoyment of Kevin’s novel move. Kevin was whispering as he kissed me, saying:

“My dear friend, my brother, my sweet companion, do you know I love you?” The words were like honey in my ears and as he pulled off my T-shirt and removed my pants and my underwear, I submitted to him passively, enjoying every move. He got me into bed, removed his clothes and jumped into bed with his legs towards my head and brought his long cock near my mouth, as he put his face into my crotch and took hold of my erect cock in his mouth and began sucking it. I need not wait. I grabbed his long and lovely cock into my mouth and began sucking it in response. We lay in the 69 position for quite some time, enjoying the taste of each others precum that was oozing out copiously from both our rods. Then, Kevin, jumped to position, lifted my legs as I lay on my back, exposed my ass, licked it for a while and then inserted his cock into it. The entry was easy and he said: “Ah, how thoughtful of my father to have prepared you for me!” He then started to fuck me passionately, kissing me continuously and muttering all the time his magic words of love: “My dear friend, my brother, may sweet heart!”

Just then there was the call of his father from below: “Kevin, come on. We need to go home now.” The call brought us both back to earth. I regretted not having shut the door of my room before getting into bed, and the fear that Kevin’s father might come upstairs to my room, made me sweat profusely. Kevin did not mind anything, but increased his movements and shouted back:
“OK dad, just a few minutes. I am almost finishing my game.”
“How long will you take, son? Finish quickly. If you do not know how to end, shall I come and finish it for you?” On hearing this, both of us had a smile on our faces. Kevin whispered into my ears in a mischievous voice: “Dad wants to come and finish the game. Shall I ask him to come?”

Without waiting for my response, he shouted back: “No need dad. My friend wants me to finish the game I began a while ago.” Just then he lifted my body with both his hands and held me tightly against his flat chest, pressing me and kissing me as he shot his load into me. I grabbed him by his neck, as I used to do to his father and kissed him to send his ecstasy to great heights.

Kevin lay on me for a few minutes and then withdrew from me. He threw the sheet over my body to cover my nakedness, and got out of the bed. He quickly put on his dress and headed for the stairs saying:
“Do not bother to come downstairs to see us off. I will tell them that you are still brooding over how you lost the game. We will meet later.” He came near me as I had rolled to the edge of the cot, kissed me and put his hand on the sheet to feel my cock and then went down the stairs. I heard his father ask him who won, and Kevin replying that as usual he did. Then, I heard mother say that they both could come along next Friday evening for another meal and stay longer.

“Perhaps we can stay over night,” suggested Kevin and there was a giggle of approval from both my mother and Kevin’s father. Then I heard the front door being shut, and a few seconds later, the car starting. I then heard mother’s bedroom door closing with a bang and the lock clicking.
Mother will not come upstairs to see me, nor will I have the face to go downstairs.
Kevin’s father had cleverly driven a wedge between the two of us. What tactics!

Next morning, I did not get up form bed till very late. Mother called to say that she is going over to the store to buy things and that she had left my breakfast on the dinning table. There was absolutely no change in her voice. I wondered whether there would be any, if I met her face to face. I heard her close the door and go out. Then, I went downstairs after taking a shower. I took with me the ice-cream cups Kevin and I had brought to my room last night. I also rolled up my sheet, as it was soiled with the Kevin’s cum that oozed out of my ass-hole and my own stuff that I had emitted, when I masturbated after Kevin left. I thought I would make it appear as if we had spilled the ice-cream on to the sheet last night. So I drained the ice-cream that remained in the cups on to the sheet, and then rolled it up and left it in the basket where mother put all the clothes for washing. Then I finished my breakfast and went back to my room.

I found the chessmen that I had toppled form the table last night, strewn on the floor. Some of the pieces had rolled off under the cot. So, I had to crawl under the cot to pick them up. It is then that I noticed Kevin’s underwear lying under the cot. In hurry, Kevin had pulled on his pants without bothering to put on his underwear. I picked up the blue underwear and smelled it. It had the smell of Kevin’s crotch, when I had put my face in there, last night. My cock began to stiffen and I put me hand inside my boxers and started stroking it, as I put away Kevin’s underwear on my pillow. Just then I heard mother enter the house downstairs. I quickly removed my hand from my cock and put back the chessmen in its box and then sat on my chair. Should I go downstairs to see what all mother had brought? I used to do that on other days. Will it not look odd if I do not do it today also? I debated within myself. If mother wanted to be normal, I too should be so. After all, both of us were guilty—both of us had had sex with Kevin’s father! Or, should I say, Kevin’s father had seduced both of us?

I got up from my chair and went downstairs. Mother had left the bags containing the items she had purchased on the dinning table, and had gone into her bedroom to change. When she came out, I had taken out some of the large items and put them in the ‘fridge as I used to do always. Mother must have like it. So she came and patted me on my back and asked whether I had had my breakfast. I said yes and went into the hall to watch TV. Mother began to make lunch for the two of us. As we had our lunch, nothing much was said. Towards the end, mother asked whether I would be accompanying her to the church tomorrow. She said that she intended meeting the pastor, to ask about an important matter. I wondered whether it was about my contacts with Kevin’s father. Will the pastor find fault with me and punish me in front of all the church members? I told her that I was not feeling quite well and may not go with her to the church on Sunday.

I went upstairs to my room and started brooding over it. When the preacher preached the other Sunday against homosexuality, he quoted a verse from the Bible to point out that homosexuality was considered a sin by St. Paul. I wanted to look up the verse again and so I fished out my Bible and started turning its pages. But I forgot where the verse was and so, I started reading the 18th and 20th chapters of first Book of Samuel where the friendship of David and King Saul’s son Jonathan are described. I imagined myself and Kevin to be these characters and consoled myself that our friendship was pure and acceptable to God Almighty. Then, I turned my Bible pages to the11th chapter of the 2nd Book of Samuel where King David seduces Bathsheba, the wife of one of his valiant soldiers, Uriah. I imagined Dan to be King David and my mother to be Bathsheba. There was a difference however. While David made Bathsheba a widow by cleverly killing her husband Uriah in the battle; my mother was already a widow.

The son born to Bathsheba later became the king of Israel and God blessed him. So, if the pastor comes to know, he may not consider it a terrible sin after all, I thought. But my relationship with Dan could be considered an unpardonable sin! And, what about Mr. Wilson! I laughed to myself and closed the Bible and put it away in the drawer from where I took it.

On Sunday morning, I stayed in bed till I heard mother call out saying that she is going to the church and that she has left my breakfast on the table. As usual, I took my bath and went downstairs to have my breakfast. I saw a note on the table left by mother. It simply read: “How would you like to have Kevin’s father as your step-father?” My heart jumped on reading it. Mother was going to see the pastor not to complain about me, but to consult him about her marriage with Dan. If it happens (and it was likely to happen), Kevin will truly become my brother, and I his. I remembered the loving words which were uttered by Kevin, as he kissed me on Friday night, “My dear friend, my brother, my sweet companion…” I took the pencil that was lying next to the piece of paper and wrote below: “Wonderful!” It became clear to me that my mother had not paid attention to what Dan had said about having sex with me.

 I should have guessed it earlier. Though Kevin and I had heard Dan say: “Never mind the boys. Your front hole is as delicious as your son’s rear hole, which I have already tasted many times,” mother was alarmed of the two of us watching their sex act, and Dan’s words must have escaped her. I rejoiced within me that all my fears were unfounded. My mother could never complain to the pastor about me. And when mother read my reply, she too was delighted.

Little did both of us realize that our happiness would be short-lived! That Sunday evening, at about 4 pm, we heard a car turn into our drive way. Both my mother and I opened the front door and saw Kevin driving in. When the car stopped, Kevin’s father got out from the back seat. He was dressed as if he was going on a journey. I also spotted some baggage inside the car. Kevin’s father greeted us as he walked into the house. He slapped my bottom and kissed my mother lightly on her cheek, as he stepped into the hall saying:
“I have got a message from my former employers that they are constructing a huge commercial complex in a remote area in Arizona. They want me to come and help them immediately in this project. I have to catch the plane at 6.50 pm today. All my expenses will be taken care of by the Company and they will give me a fat salary too.”

Though mother hid her eyes from Dan noticing the formation of tears, her unhappiness was plainly visible. Dan came and sat next to her in the double sofa, and putting his hand on her shoulders tried to comfort her. Just then Kevin came in with a suitcase and I felt sorry that I am going to lose my only friend in my class. I heard Dan telling my mother:

“There will be no schools anywhere in the vicinity of the construction site and hence I cannot take Kevin with me. Besides, we may have to live in tents to begin with and it will be no place for a lad to stay and study. Moreover, once the construction is over—it may take six months or one year or more than that—they will send me away. So Kevin has to continue his studies in this place. It will not be proper for a young lad like him to stay all alone in our house. So, I need to ask a favor from you madam. Could you let Kevin stay in your house till I return?”
All my sorrow instantly turned into joy. Kevin and I will then stay together in the same house. We will sleep in the same room and in the same cot! How wonderful. I thought of immediately telling Kevin that he had left his underwear in my room last time. But I controlled my self. That would raise questions as to why he had to remove his underwear in my room and moreover, why should he leave it behind.

I expressed my delight in the plan and said it would be the best thing to do under the circumstance. But mother was hesitant. She could neither reject the request nor accept it immediately. But the time was short and noting the moments hesitation from my mother, Dan said: “If there is any problem, then I will go and speak to the Headmaster of the School and see if I can put Kevin in the dorm. But it is Sunday today and the school office will be closed. Let Kevin stay for a day or two here. Then I will speak to the Headmaster on phone and tell him to put Kevin in the hostel.”

Mother made up her mind quickly and said: “Not at all. There’s no difficulty in lodging Kevin here. After all, my son and he are best friends, are they not? I was only wondering where Kevin will sleep as we do not have a spare room. Moreover, the cot it my son’s room is too narrow. If Kevin does not mind sleeping on the couch for the time being, then the problem will be solved.” Kevin immediately said:
“Thank you madam, I can even stretch myself on the floor, in my friend’s room, if it is OK with him”
“We can adjust in my cot,” I said hastily, “There should be mo difficulty.”

“That’s settled then,” said Dan and got up from the couch. He handed over a bundle of dollar bills to mother and said: “Thank you madam. I will write to you as soon as I get to my work place. I understand that there is no phone facility at the construction site at the moment. You will have to contact me by letter only.” He said this looking at Kevin and then said: “Behave yourself my son. I am sure you will be happy here till I return. I will send a draft every month to your name and you can cash it at the bank. Take care of the car. If it gives any trouble, you can take it and leave it at the mechanic’s garage.” He then turned to mother again and said: “You see, I cannot take the car with me. So, you can use it till I come. Kevin is a good driver and he will drive you to the market place and even to downtown, if you so wish. It is good that you have agreed to let Kevin lodge with you. If I had to put him in the hostel, then the car would have been a problem.”

“Everything works for the good,” said mother, “But not everything though!” She put an emphasis on ‘everything’ when she used it a second time. I was hoping that she would bring up the matter about her marriage with Dan. But, perhaps she thought it best not to rush it on Dan when he was leaving. May be, they will correspond through letters in the days to come!

“I will return after dropping dad at the Airport,” said Kevin as Dan bid good-bye to both of us. He did not forget to whack my bottom and place a resounding kiss on mother’s cheek, before he walked out of the front door to his car. Mother gave out a sigh. I could see that it was not out of relief, but out of despair. I then went into the hall and picked up Kevin’s suitcase to take it up to my room. Mother then said:

“May be we have to move the double cot in my room to yours and bring your single cot to my room. It is better for boys to be together.” “That’s a good idea” I responded, as I went upstairs. What a wonderful chance God was providing for the Kevin and me!

END OF CHAPTER 4 [To be continued]