My Best Friend Kevin

I first met Kevin when we worked together in 2006. We were co-workers at a grocery store. Since Kevin is a little shy, we never got to know each other. With my social anxiety disorder (which I've now overcome for the most part), I was never the one to try to make new friends. I do, however, remember the day that I feel in love with Kevin.

This was after Kevin resigned his job, and he came to the store with his mom. At this time, I was 22 and he was 18. He was wearing a gray sweat suit. On this day, I feel head-over-heel for him. After that day, I never seen Kevin too much, until we started hanging out at the high school football games. Kevin had a special connection to the team, as he was the student trainer before he graduated.

Coming from a small town, I also enjoyed a good football game, as it is hard to find other things to do on Friday night (without driving over an hour). In 2010, we started sitting together at the games. Not long afterwards, my feelings for Kevin became evident again. The summer of 2011, I sent Kevin a text message to let him know how I felt. Because I didn't actually talk to him, I don't know his true reaction. The next day, I sent him another text to see if he was okay. He said that he was just a little freaked out, but he was okay.

When the 2011 season came around, Kevin and I, along with a couple other friends, made plans to attend every game (home and away). With each passing week, my feelings turned into obsession. I had fallen for him more than I had ever fallen for anyone else. But who wouldn't? In my opinion, Kevin had a perfect body and everything. I always had my questions about Kevin's sexuality, but was never sure. This boy spent more time fixing his hair than most straight guys would. And, at times, he could act the part. He always contradicted himself when it came to girls. Sometimes he would say that he's not the type to mess around with girls; while other times, he said that he did mess around with them.

After the 2011 season, we had labeled each other as best friends. In the meantime, I told him that there was a basketball game that I was wanting to attend, and that I wanted him to go with me. Instead of having to go all the way across town, pick him up, and come all the way back across town on that Saturday morning, he could just stay the night at my place on that Friday night. That plan was made 2+ weeks before the game. Now, the Monday before that, I had him over the watch a major football game on t.v. That night, I couldn't take my eyes of him. Eventually, I sat beside him on the couch and placed my legs on his legs.

I asked him if it was cool, and he said that it was fine. After I saw that his legs were getting tired, I stopped and just put my my arm around him, and he didn't say a word. I told him that I had a fetish with nipples, and I put my hand in his shirt a few times and played with his nipples for a few seconds. After a while, I pulled up his shirt enough uncover his stomach, and I just rubbed his stomach for a while. I wanted to go for his dick, but I worried and decided to save it for another day. On the way to take him home that Monday night (Kevin dosen't drive), I took my time and told him everything; that I am deeply in love with him; that I've known it for sometime; and that I hope that he isn't too freaked out.

He was actually very cool about it. He told me that we were still going to go to all the basketball and baseball games that we had planned. Moreover, he still wanted to spend the night on Friday. Before I dropped him off on Monday night, I told him that if I ever went "too far," just let me know and I would adjust, and he agreed.

I picked him up Friday afternoon and we hung out the day, before heading to a home basketball game. After the game we went to my place for the night. At this time, I was 26, and he was 22. Due to some financial difficulties, I was living with my mom at the time. While Kavin got ready for bed, I talked with my mom for a while. After I finished with my mom, she went to bed and I went to Kevin's room to talk to with him. At this point, I was very torn. I really wanted to be with Kevin. Do I sleep with Kevin, or do I sleep in my bed? I gave in. I got my pillow from my bed, and went to sleep with him. It took me a while to get the courage, but I finally got in the bed with him.

We were both fully clothed. I laid down beside him, and we pulled the covers over us. I told him that he could turn off the lamp if he'd like. After he turned it off, I couldn't resist any longer. I wrapped my arms around him, as he had his back turned to me. I tried to pull down his p.j.'s, but I couldn't. He then rolled over on his back, and I continued to cuddle with him.

I stuck my hand in his shirt and started rubbing his entire chest, including his nipples Eventually, I got the nerve to touch his dick. When I did, it was hard. Now, he claimed that, this night and Monday night, he was texting some girl that he was interested in. Maybe that was the reason for his hard dick? Either way, a straight guy would never let another guy tough his dick that easy.

While we were both completely clothed, I went between his dick and his chest. Yes, I was actually sticking my hand inside his p.j.'s. Then, I took his dick out of his p.j.'s, and started sucking it. It was HUGE. After about 15 seconds, he shined the light of his cell phone on me and asked me what I was doing. I froze up and didn't know what to say. He went to the bathroom for a little while, then asked to go outside. I went to told my mom that we were going outside for a few minutes.

As he stood outside on the porch with his back turned to me, I could tell that he was in a state of disbelief. As he walked off the porch, he started to walk away. I told him to come on back in the house and we would talk about it tomorrow. He said that he was walking home (about 15-20 minutes to drive). I ran back in the house, grabbed his stuff, and told my mom that I would be right back. Down the road from my house, there is a mom-and-pop gas station, and I drove down there and waited on him. When he had walked there, I told him that, if he wanted to go home, I wouldn't argue, but I at least wanted to give him a ride home. During that ride, we had never been so quite. He never said a word, but I did as I turned onto his road. I tried to make mends. I tried to apologize at least twice, but it didn't do any good.

He deleted me of his Facebook. To this day, he hasn't spoken another word to me, and it's been six months. My mom still has no knowledge of what happened. Some things are better left alone. I still have deep feelings for him. I'm still hoping that he might come around. I still love him.

I felt that I would feel better after sharing my story. Thanks for taking the time to read. Please feel free to leave any comments (good and bad). I look forward to hearing from you all.