Kevin and Mike
Kevin gets the man of his dreams
Author’s Note: Hey, so this is a bit mushy so if you’re not into that, you’ve been warned.
I consider this story finished. As for my first story, it’s nearly finished. It’s currently about 7k words, but will probably be about 8-9 at the end.
I really don’t know if people will like this, so let me know if you did (or didn’t)
So I have this friend. His name is Mike. And even just the thought of him is making me scream in frustration.
I really really have fucking fell for that guy. It may sound mushy as fuck but even just the thought of him is giving me butterflies. I’ve started this crush on him during high school, but it eventually grew into something else when college came. But now, college is done and I’m still pining for someone I know won’t, no, can’t, have feelings for me.
But here’s the thing. He’s straight. He has a girlfriend, at least, the last time we’ve talked to each other, he told me he had a girlfriend. I don’t know her name, but he does. It really is a frustrating thing. I’ve checked out guys before, even though they’re straight, because I knew that nothing could ever happen, and I try to respect their preferences but now I have really no idea if I could just hold it any longer.
Let me describe him. He has black hair, which I’ve always wanted to run my hands through. He had this very soulful black eyes which I could always get lost into. He was a big man. We used to keep in touch during our college years, and a few years after that. But life just got in the way. We lost touch, like most people do in life. He was my best friend in basically all my younger years, and I have never felt more grateful and frustrated at the same time.
So today, we are supposed to meet up in his house. He had this big surprise he wanted to tell me, which needed to be told directly, apparently.
Let me tell you about myself. I’m Kevin, and I am a chemical engineer. Usually, what we do is produce drugs for many uses, but for me, I focus on medicine. I have been developing this drug as a side project for many years now. Maybe it rooted from my long unrequited feelings for Mike, in the hopes of him loving me in return, but somehow, I kept on improving and focusing on my little side project.
This drug of mine was built as some sort of hypnotic induction to patients in order to help them in many psychological problems, and reduce the pain from their diseases. Don’t ask me how I actually managed to pull that off, it would take a long time for me to explain. I know that this drug can easily be used for very heavy stuff, so I tried my best not to let it be seen by anyone.
Anyway, I’m driving up to his house. It was a modest home, with a good lawn in front, with two floors, and all that.
I knock up on his door.
“Coming!” I heard a deep voice rumble.
He opens the door, and his face still looked handsome as fuck. Damn, every part of his face seemed defined and pronounced.
Suddenly, he gives me a big grin and envelops me in a bear hug. “Hey! I missed you!”
“Missed you too,” I murmured, trying hard not to take in his overpowering scent too much.
He lets go of the hug. “Come in, come in…”
He invites me into his home.
The place was clean, much to my surprise. He wasn’t really that much of a clean person back in the days. ‘Back in the days’ damn, I feel old.
“Take a seat,” he said, going to another room.
I nodded and went to seat on the couch. I looked around. There were photographs of him. They were from many different times, when he was a child, a college graduate, and now as an adult. But one thing I did notice, that most of the picture included a woman. It was the same girlfriend from before. He met her just after college and began dating her.
“So, how are you dude?” he said, coming back to the room and handing me a beer.
“Just fine,” I said with a smile. “Though right now it’s so dull.”
“Same,” he said with a laugh. “Good thing I don’t hate my job.”
“Hey, I love my job too,” I defended with a chuckle.
“Anyway,” I started. “You and her,” I nodded at the picture. “How are things?”
“Oh Jan? Things are fine. No, great even. She’s really awesome…”
I can practically see his love for her, but I can’t help but feel envious.
“You married?” I ask him, and I find myself feeling nervous at the answer.
“Engaged,” he replied. Oh.
I should be happy for him, right? He’s happy and successful, that is all good. But still, why didn’t that made me feel better.
“How about you? You married yet?” he asked me with a curious gaze.
“Not yet,” I said. “Haven’t found someone yet.”
“Oh come on, you’re 36! You should be shacking up and having babies!” he said with a frown.
I just shrugged. “If it’s not my time, then it’s not my time I guess.”
It’s true. I’ve had my fair share of guys and relationships, but nothing just sticks. Been with this guy for seven years, but that ended.
“Come on dude. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
“Yeah… Wait what!?”
“What?” he asked me, confused.
“You know I’m gay?” I asked him, my voice barely audible. We really didn’t discuss it, since it’s not usually an everyday topic.
“Well yeah,” he shrugged. “Dude, I’m not a homophobic teenager, I don’t care. You like guys, I like women, so what, right?”
“Sure…” I replied, still alarmed.
I can tell that he noticed my uneasiness because suddenly, he grabs my shoulders.
“Hey. It’s alright. You are my best friend, gay or not. Plus, I know that you don’t like me.”
“How do you know that’s true?” I challenged him.
He stops and stares at me, wide eyed. Was I too much?
Finally, he just laughs. “Right.”
I give a nervous laugh in return.
“Enough about that,” I said, changing the subject. “Why did you want me here?”
“Why?” he said, with an obvious exaggeration. He puts his hand on his chest for extra emphasis. “Why? Maybe I just wanted to hang out, is all…”
I look pointedly at him, then roll my eyes with a chuckle.
“I’ll tell you later,” he said with a wave of his hand.
“Aw come on, man, tell me!”
“All good things comes to those who wait,” he said, trying to be mysterious.
What a tease.
I drink from the beer, really unsure what to do.
I reach for my phone, and I can feel something else in my pocket. The drug!
I forgot that I even brought that drug! I shouldn’t use it though. Mike’s a great friend, and he treated me with nothing but respect. I should do the same.
“Wanna watch the game?” he said.
I nodded. He opens up the television and settles it on a soccer game.
He settles on the couch with a contented sigh. I try not to stare too much as he spreads his legs.
He and I just continue watching the game. Though it’s basically just me stealing glances at him. I really am not a teenager anymore, I should stop this creepy nonsense.
“Hey Kevin. Could you get me a beer? It’s in the freezer in the kitchen. You know what? Just take the whole thing,” he said with a chuckle.
“Sure…” I reply.
I stood up, and went to the kitchen, I grabbed the beer and I find myself stopping.
Here’s the chance. I can put the drug in here. Just put the drug…
I find myself fighting over my thoughts. Now my head hurts.
I’ve had this fight for years. When I developed this drug, I knew that it could also be used to Mike. Still, I didn’t let that thought linger for too long. Right now, I am not really happy with how I’m not making up my mind.
I’m not a hormonal teenager anymore. I know the right thing to do.
But in the other side, this could be the only chance I get.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What should I do? He’s going to be married. Married! Maybe, just this once… Maybe.
Or maybe I will just have him. I’ll keep him all to myself. I could do that.
I can feel my annoyance to myself growing. Just freaking do it!
Finally, my heart beating loudly, and with a rush of adrenaline, I put the drug in one of the beers. Fuck it. Fuck all this shit. Now or never.
Before I can change my mind, I run to the living room and hand the beer with the drug to Mike.
“Thanks,” he grunts. He takes a big swing.
It’s done. There’s no stopping now.
Fuck, I’m such a bad person. But at that exact moment, I didn’t care. I’ve waited for too long. I was running on lust and emotions.
I anxiously waited. Somehow, the seconds seem to turn into minutes. I’m getting more and more nervous. Is this right? Should I have really done this? Fuck.
“You alright?” Mike asked me, probably noticing that I’ve been fidgeting around.
“Yeah,” I replied.
He just looks at me, and I can tell that he doesn’t believe me fully, but thankfully, he doesn’t push the subject. Instead, he just focuses on the game once again.
I can feel him take more deep breaths as he settles more on the couch.
He closes his eyes for a few seconds and give a contented sigh, but he shakes it off and opens his eyes.
“How about you, you alright?” I ask him, noticing the effects. I can feel myself getting hard by just seeing him doze off.
“I’m fine. Just feeling sleepy I guess,” he said, as he continued to fight the eventual sleep.
“You can rest,” I suggested.
“No, no… It’s alright…” he muttered softly, his eyes now firmly closed.
I look at him. His eyes were closed and he was now breathing slowly. Why does he have to look so good, even with his eyes closed!?
“Mike. Hey, can you hear me?” I ask him. He was now in a receptive state.
He stirred. “Yes,” he murmured softly, his eyes still closed.
I went closer to him. I can’t deny that at that time, I was rock hard, seeing him like that.
I touch his arm, and he doesn’t give any type of reply. I shook him for a bit, and still no reply.
I can feel my heart beating rapidly at the prospect of just running my hands all over his body.
Finally, I seat in his lap, my legs in between his crotch, and begin stroking his chest.
Damn, this is getting me all hot and bothered.
I stroke his chest, eliciting a sigh from him.
He was a bit toned now, but still had that beer belly. I removed his shirt. Which was a bit difficult, because he was a big man.
“Mike. I want you to react to my touch as if it was the arousing and sensual touch you have ever felt. Each touch will get you deeper in this calm state that you are feeling.”
“Do you understand that, Mike?”
“Yes,” he mumbled. I should feel bad at what’s happening right now. He is going to be married soon. Plus, he’s a great friend, what the hell am I doing!
Oh, fuck it.
I flicked his nipple, making him moan. Even in his moan, his voice was deep and gruff. Fuck, his deep voice is getting me too hard.
Finally, I gaze at his handsome face. He was flushed red, and moaning softly.
Without any warning, I grab his head and pull him in for a deep kiss.
I couldn’t describe what it felt like kissing him. He tasted sweet, and yet a bit bitter from the beer.
His lips were soft, and it was passionate and full of lust.
He begins to reciprocate the kiss, and I am delighted to feel his tongue trying to make it’s way to my mouth.
I can feel his hot breath in mine, as I grope every inch of his body.
I withdraw from the kiss, and much to my surprise, he grabs my face and pushes it to his armpits.
I try to stifle my moan as I breathe in his deep manly smell. He smelled clean, but at the same time, I could smell his deep musky smell. I tongue his pits, making him moan in delight. He tastes so fucking good.
I drop down to the floor, and remove his jeans. He is wearing a black boxer. He had a very promising bulge. Damn, I can still smell his scent.
I put down his boxer, revealing a veiny cock. It was about 8-9 inch long, but it was wide as fuck.
I couldn’t help but grab his cock with my hand and give it a small squeeze. He moans loudly, and without any warning, I put my mouth in his cock.
“Uhmmmph!” he gasped, as I licked his cock.
He tasted so fucking awesome. It was something that I couldn’t even compare with the other guys I’ve been with.
I began to go deeper, and I’m surprised that I didn’t gag.
I slowly began to suck his cock, forming a slow rhythm. It felt like I was gonna blow my load at that exact time. I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time, and it was better than I’ve ever imagined.
Suddenly, he grabs my head and pushes me further. Now making me gag.
I quickly recover and continue sucking him off. Finally, I had an idea.
“You can’t cum until I say so,” I said to him, before returning to his cock.
I continue sucking him off, and I stroke his balls with my hands. I swirl my tongue over the head, looking at him with hungry eyes.
His eyes meets mine, and I can feel the intensity of it just by his look. He looks really handsome. With the intense look he is giving me, I wonder just how the hell I didn’t shoot my load just like that.
I suck his cock faster, knowing he couldn’t blow his load. He tasted so fucking good, and I think I won’t ever get enough.
Finally, I stop and remove his cock from my mouth.
He moans, and I can feel the frustration on his voice.
“Mike. Open your eyes.”
He opens his eyes, his black eyes staring hungrily at me.
“Spread your legs, and just keep staring into my eyes. Feel yourself go deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed.”
He continues to stare into me as he spreads his legs. Fuck he looked so good.
“Do you want this?” I said, pointing my cock to his hole.
“Yes!” he croaked out with a moan. He was breathing hard, and was visibly flushed.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please Kevin fuck me! Fuck me please! I need your cock in my hole!” he was pleading with very hungry eyes. All I can do is just stare at his handsome face as he continues his pleas.
That went better than I expected.
I spit in my finger and plunge it straight to his hole. He whimpers a moan.
He’s so fucking tight.
I add a finger, and another, and he doesn’t stop moaning.
“Is there anyone here?” I ask him.
“No! I- uhh- I’m alone!-” he says, in between moans.
I remove my finger, and ready my cock.
Without any warning, I plunge my cock down his tight hole. He’s still goddamn tight.
He moans loudly, his face running down beads of sweat.
His cock is throbbing, and it’s wet with precum.
“Fuck!” I gasped as I plunged deeper.
He runs his hands all over my body, as he moans louder and louder.
Sweat runs down my body, and I breathe hard as I thrust harder and harder.
“On three, cum!”
“One!” I thrust my pulsing cock deeper down his hole.
“Fuckkk!” I groan as I shoot my cum deep in him.
He shoots his load without even him touching his cock. The cum splashes to his face and down his stomach.
“Taste your cum,” I say to him, between breaths.
He grabs his cum with his fingers and put it in his mouth. I have no idea if he liked it, but he gobbles up more of his cum.
He looks hungrily at me, and I take no time grabbing the back of his head and kissing him passionately.
I can feel his cum on his saliva, its salty taste felt a bit sweet, and I run my hands through his hair.
Finally, I let go of the kiss.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he replied.
“You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it so much that you would like to do this every time you see me right? You can’t help it. You just find me so hot. You think I’m the hottest person you’ve ever seen.”
I thought about the consequences for a second. But fuck it. I deserve to be happy. Maybe it’ll all work out in the end.
“You’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen…” he muttered. I can already see his cock stir.
I stare at him hungrily. Here he was, the man I’ve been fantasizing for so long, and I’ve just fucked him hard.
I think I could get used to this.
“FUCK!” I said, shaking my head. He’s getting married! He has a fucking fiance.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me, cupping my cheeks.
I take a proper seat at the couch and remove his hands.
“We can’t do this. You’re going to be a husband soon.”
“Oh,” he replied, as if just remembering the fact. “Right.”
Maybe he could divorce her…
We continue the silence, both of us unsure what to do.
“Do you love her?” I asked him, despite knowing the answer. I knew the answer to the question, and yet I was afraid to actually hear him say it.
“Yes. So much,” he replied. That’s it. Those words. It hit me harder than I thought. I knew straight from the start that he was straight. But why did that hurt harder than it should?
I didn’t know what to do. I could have get him here right now, but I don’t know if I have the guts to be that kind of a person.
I’ve already done enough, maybe I should just make him forget all this.
I was a bad person. I wanted him to suggest to divorce her. I wanted him to make that decision himself, so I could feel better.
But fuck. I love him so fucking much. I’m such a fucking bad person.
“When I count to three, you will no longer feel that love for her. You will love me with every cent of your being. I am the most important person in your life. Also, I will put a keyword for you so that you’ll easily go into this state. When you hear the words ‘Sleepy Mike’ you’ll go back into this state.”
Fuck. I’m a bad person, I admit that. I know that I’m have definitely ruined a relationship, just for my sake, but I was too caught up in my emotions. I don’t blame anyone else, or even him, he did nothing wrong. I just blame myself. Maybe I could think about myself, at least just now. I deserve to be happy.
“One, two, three.”
He jolts, as if waking up from a dream.
Finally, he looks at me, and his eyes widen.
Without any warning, he comes closer. I feel myself getting nervous. What is he going to do-
Finally, he cups my cheek. His face moves closer to mine and he closes his eyes. Our lips touch, and I am greeted with an explosive feeling.
It wasn’t the same as the sort of sexual tension like before. It was sensual, soft and slow. It was satisfying and amazing.
His tongue slowly invades my mouth, and I find myself breathing deeply.
He lets go of me and looks at me with loving eyes. “I love you so much,” he said.
Hearing that words from him sends a shiver down my body. It felt so amazing.
The guilt and everything else just started to fade. I don’t want to think of the consequences.
I give him a hug, forcing myself not to shed a tear.
I’d been waiting for this for a long long time. It’s really pathetic, but I was.
“I love you too,” I murmured, nuzzling his neck. I can smell his scent, and all I want to do is just engrave that smell to my brain.
I just want to settle in that exact place and time forever. I’ve never felt safer in my life than in his arms.
It feels as though we are holding each other for ours, and yet when we parted, I find myself longing for more.
Finally, I realize that we’re still naked.
“We should get dressed,” I chuckle.
He looks down, and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees that he’s naked. “Right,” he said, though a bit confused.
We quickly take a dress and settle back in the couch.
“Am I a bad person?” I ask him.
I knew the answer to my question.
“No you’re not.” That wasn’t it. “You’re an amazing, the friendliest, caring, and touching person I know,” he stated. He sounded so sure and resolute.
I smiled, though still sadly.
“Hey hey hey,” he said, lifting my head. “Everything will be fine, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied, finally giving him a smile. Maybe everything will be alright in the end. I could finally be with him.
His smile sends shiver down my spine. I’ve always loved his smile ever since. But now that his smile was now directed at me, I still couldn’t believe it.
A few minutes pass, and though I wish I could just stay in that exact moment, I had to ask him something.
“So what happens now?” I ask, the question for both of us.
“I’m going to have to call of the wedding,” he said.
“Because of me,” I said.
“Because I’m happy with someone else,” he replied firmly. “And I’m going to have to share custody with the child.”
My heart skips a beat and the pit of my stomach drops.
“What!?” I ask him, my voice was barely audible.
“She’s pregnant. Oh right, that’s what I wanted to ask you. I wanted you to be the godfather.”
I stare at him in shock. He’s a father!? Or soon will be!?
I couldn’t reply. I was getting flustered and sad. Everything could still work out. Maybe he could share custody or something. Maybe there’s still a chance.
“Look, It’s alright,” he said. “She’s a nice person so everything will work out.”
“No it’s not alright!” I said, flinging my arms. “You have a child! A child! I don’t want that child to not have a father.”
I was getting defensive. As a child, my father wasn’t always the most attentive. So I vowed that as much as I can, I won’t let any kid have that same experience.
I was getting flustered and panicked.
“He will have a father,” he said. “I’ll still help raise him.”
I just stare at him, and I can feel myself getting nauseous. He was right. That could happen. I should just let it happen. He could still be part of that family.
He was the man of my dreams. But I don’t think I could do this. I’ve already done enough. Fuck. I’ve been fighting with myself all this time. I don’t know what to do.
“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice breaking. I was getting emotional. I wanted him. I wanted him for so long. But I don’t want to ruin lives. I’ve already started but I can still fix everything before it’s too late.
He slumps down the couch.
“When I count to three, you will go forget everything that happened for the last hour. You will no longer have that feeling for me, and turn into normal.”
I tried to steel myself. I’m doing the right thing. I’m doing the right thing… am I?
“Do you understand?”
“Y- No! Kev no…” he muttered. I was surprised that he could still speak like that. At that time, they would usually be too relaxed to do anything.
I don’t want to do this either. Sometimes I just want to be selfish and keep him all to myself and just be with him.
“We can’t do this Mike,” I told him.
I didn’t want to do this. I’m trying to convince myself that I’m doing the right thing.
“We can…” he muttered.
“Oh really?” I huffed. “Explain it then. Tell me what you think.”
“I love you so much. She’ll understand. She’s not a vengeful person, so I know she will understand.”
I looked at him incredulously. “That isn’t enough.”
Of course that was enough. If he spoke more, I knew that I would just snap and agree with him.
“Then how about we do this with you in the side? I’ll stay with her and I’ll still see you.”
That made me stop. It was tempting. Too tempting. I know that if he spoke more and stared at me with his deep black eyes, that I would accept. In a heartbeat. I could just drop everything and just be with him. Fuck the consequences.
“It’s wrong,” I stated. Everything is just wrong. I’ve been waiting to use this drug for a long time, and I didn’t even think about this. I’m a sloppy person, too caught up with this lust. I just want him so bad. But I have to do what’s right. I have to.
“I… I don’t want to forget this,” he said.
“I don’t want to either,” I answered softly. It’s true. I wanted to just stay with him forever and just be with him.
“I’ll be fine Mike,” I said. "I love you so much. I’ll always cherish this, but I have to do what needs to be done. "
My voice was barely audible.
“Fuck. I love you. But I will be fine. I’ll find someone soon. Someone…” I finished.
Maybe this feeling for him was meant to be just a feeling. If I continued with this and be with him, I knew that I will always have that feeling that it wasn’t real. Or it wasn’t authentic. I’d have ruined and significantly changed lives. As much as he would defend it, it was wrong and I knew it. Even the real Mike would. He would be appalled.
“Again Mike. This time, you will not resist. You are far too deep and relaxed to resist. When I count to three, you will go forget everything that happened for the last hour. You will forget about the feelings you’ve had for me now, and return back to normal.”
He just stares at me, his eyes lacking emotions. Yet I can see it in his eyes. He was sad, he didn’t want to do this. But I knew that those eyes weren’t the real Mike.
“One, two, three.”