They sat around the kitchen table quietly eating a pasta dinner. When they were all together, they were never particularly a chatty bunch. Perhaps it was because of the dynamic and history between Kevin and Frank.
At a young age, they were inseparable. Kevin idolized Frank. He wanted to be him when he grew up. Wherever Frank went, Kevin wanted to be there. Although Frank personally was not ready to have a child and was not as excited as any man should be, he embraced Kevin after he was born and adored him.
In Kevin's early teens, he started to be old enough to understand his biological mother, Maureen, had begun to develop problems. She became an alcoholic and used heavy drugs often. She got wrapped up with the wrong types of people. She still loved Kevin and did all she could for him, but her addiction got the best of her and she ended up behind bars.
Maureen's abuse problems started around the time Kevin was thirteen. He began to see her slip away. Her relationship with Frank had evaporated. Kevin was old enough to know what was happening. Frank had been seeing other women.
He came home from school one day and caught Frank on the couch with one of them. He ran out, confused and angry. It was never discussed between them. But from that moment on, Kevin blamed Frank for driving his mother to alcohol and drug abuse. They were never the same again as Kevin harbored a sense of resentment towards him.
When Cynthia entered his life she was nothing but caring and respectful. She didn't try to be his mother. She didn't try to tell him what to do. She was more of a friend than anything. And at that time, Kevin needed a good friend. They spent a lot of time together while Frank traveled for work. They got to know and understand one another. She was only nineteen years his senior so developing a strong bond was seamless.
"How was Vegas?" Cynthia asked as she spread salt on her raviolis.
"Ehh," Frank shrugged. "Vegas is Vegas. I'm just happy to be home."
"Did you get the deal?" Cynthia asked.
"No," Frank grumbled. "It's trapped in legal bullshit. We'll see."
Kevin remained silent. He liked it when Frank was traveling. The feeling around the house was calmer and more peaceful. All he could think about was finishing dinner so he could leave. He planned to go to his girlfriend, Amy's house.
"Thanks, Cynthia. This was great," he said as he ate the last piece of food off his plate and stood up. Frank and Cynthia stopped eating, surprised. "Done so soon?" she asked.
"Yeah... I gotta get going. I'm going to Amy's."
Cynthia was visibly disappointed. After her secret meeting of infidelity, she could use a friendly person to talk to. Anything to take her mind off what she did. "Oh, ok then."
Frank glared at Kevin. He knew he was leaving to avoid him. Their relationship was so disjointed over the years. He wondered if he'd ever get his son back. Deep down inside, he knew the way he was acting was not the way to do it. He needed to stop having sex with random bartenders. That was at least a start.
Kevin put his plate in the dishwasher and left the house without saying a word. All he wanted to do was get out of there... And get laid.
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Amy was a very pretty girl. She grew up in a conservative Irish Catholic family, so barely had any experience with sex. Except, that is, with Kevin. The two had been dating for almost a year. Very quickly into their relationship, Kevin took her virginity.
"You're quiet tonight," Amy said as she played with Kevin's hair. They laid next to each other, naked in her bed. They had sex almost as soon as Kevin had arrived.
Kevin didn't answer. He stared at the ceiling.
"Frank?" Amy asked.
"Frank," Kevin answered.
"I'm sorry, Kev."
Kevin remained quiet as Amy nestled up close to him. She ran her fingers softly across his chest. She liked being with him. She often thought about how she probably loved him, but couldn't come up with the words. No one made her feel as special as Kevin did. She never imagined herself falling for a man at the ripe age of twenty, but here she was lying next to the man she may spend her years with.
Feeling as if she was still a little charged up, she began to explore his body further south with her fingers. She eyed his slumbering penis. She loved to look at it. Even when it was soft, it was impressively plump. It moved as Kevin breathed. Amy wrapped her leg around Kevin's and caressed his pubic area. She kissed him on the arm.
Although Kevin remained quiet, his cock told a different story. It began to harden in response to Amy's touch. She moaned softly as she watched him gain a second erection. "You're getting hard again," she whispered. This time, Kevin turned, grinning.
Amy slid further down the bed and moved in between his legs. He spread them apart to accommodate her. She picked up his cock and kissed the tip, smiling up at him. Kevin put his arms behind his head, resting on his hands as he looked down at her.
"Someone's getting haaaarrrddeerrrr," she teased as she continued to kiss his tip. Her brown hair was up in a ponytail. She closed her eyes while bringing him to arousal. Kevin liked watching her in the moment. Amy was normally very conservative and respectful, but behind closed doors she turned into another person.
She held him by the base while sucking his cock with more and more fervor as he got harder. Once fully erect, his six inch dick beamed with arousal and a powerful presence. Amy licked it from bottom to top like a lollipop. She gleamed as she stroked him, staring at his penis with hunger. She giggled. "You're so hard," she said.
"Do you like it?" Kevin asked.
"I love it. I love your penis. It's so pretty," she said.
"Is it big?" he asked.
She paused stroking and looked up at him confused. "Umm, yes?" she laughed. "Why did you just ask me that?"
"No reason," he said.
She was unconvinced. "No reason?" she asked, skeptically. "Do you think I don't like your dick?"
"I found out Peter has a nine inch cock."
Her mouth dropped. "What?" she asked, stunned. "You're joking."
"Yeah, he cut his leg at my pool the other day. Had to take his swimsuit off and it was fucking huge."
Amy laughed. She continued to jerk Kevin off in the process. "That's ridiculous. You saw it?" Kevin nodded.
"How big is yours?" she asked, studying it in her hand.
"Around six," Kevin answered. She held it at the base and slapped her other palm with it, gauging its size. "I think you're huge. But I don't really have much to go off of," she admitted.
"What about that guy you used to date from your Church?"
"Lucas? Oh my gosh, I never saw him like this," she said. "But it didn't feel like he was as big as you."
Kevin watched Amy as she resumed stroking and sucking him. "I really like your penis, Kev. It makes me feel so good." She then looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. "And I really like what it's attached to."
With that, Kevin reached forward and hoisted her up on his lap. She laughed as he positioned himself under her. He licked his palm, spread it on his cock, and slid it up inside her. He could feel immediately how soaked she was. Amy moaned upon first penetration.
"Kevin," she whispered. "We need a condom!"
But Kevin fucked her hard and fast, not stopping to get a rubber. The pleasure was so intense, even Amy shrugged off her own request, wanting nothing but to feel his presence deep inside her.
He thrusted and she bounced. Her small breasts hopped up and down as she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Kevin held onto her slim waist, enjoying the taught feeling of her abs. Her necklace, a small, silver Christ pendant swung back and forth as they made love.
"Oh my gosh, Kev!" she said. "You're so deep! That feels so good!"
Kevin knew she was going to have an orgasm. Whenever she did, her face became flush and her voice began to whine. Their earlier session that day didn't result in her having one. Kevin only lasted a few minutes. But this second one was different. He felt like he could hold out for her and ensure she felt good.
Amy felt her body contort. She stopped bouncing and grabbed onto Kevin's chest for dear life. She was cumming. His cock stayed still, deep inside her as waves of arousal washed over her. With her eyes closed and head resting against his chest, she came. Never one to make a scene, she silently allowed her body to respond naturally to the feelings consuming her.
"Shit," she said quietly. She often allowed herself to curse when the moment was right. "I just came," she giggled.
Kevin responded by spinning her around so he was on top. They kissed aggressively before he continued to thrust deep inside her. She spread her legs and clutched the pillow above her, looking up at Kevin's muscular frame. "You're so good," she whispered, much to Kevin's delight. He fucked her even harder, making sure to slide every inch of his cock deep inside her hot pussy.
Amy then reached down and played with her clit while feeling Kevin's hard cock slide in and out across her thumb. He was fucking her with extreme passion, even more than before when he first arrived.
She studied his face and knew it was time. Kevin's mouth formed an "O" shape and his eyes got wide. He was going to cum.
