Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 04:37:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Kye," part 11

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				   "Kye"
				  Part 11

     No one could figure out what was up with Mitch. Or where he'd gone.
We all arrived together in my Jeep, as cramped as it was with four
good-sized bodies, but the Jeep was still in the parking lot, and I still
had the keys in my packet.

     Donnie swore that he and Mitch were not fighting.  He decided to go
with Jack to see if they could find Mitch.  They would head back in the
direction of home, in case he tried to walk or hitch a ride.

     Trey and I looked in all the nooks and crannies that existed in the
block surrounding Jack's restaurant.  When we didn't find anything, we went
back and sat on the stoop outside the front door.  This seemed to be
tearing up Trey more than anyone, which is why I'd stayed behind to be with
him.

     "Trey, have you ever seen Mitch act like this before?" I asked as
gently as I could as I reached around his back to bring him into an
embrace.  Not a sexual embrace; just to let him know that a buddy was here
to help him.

     He seemed to be searching back into his past, and finally a forgotten
memory surfaced.  I knew it, because it literally looked like a light went
on all over Trey's face.

     "He was angry, sullen, when we had to decide if we were going to
muster out of the Corps, or stay in for life.  He really wanted both.  He
loved the Corps, and always knew his place there.  He loved being around
men.  Strong, masculine men.  Men who reeked of testosterone.  He could
easily have made the Marines his life."

     "But he also had this unfinished business with Kye.  It was nagging at
him, driving him to leave the corps and find closure.  He never forgave Kye
for the loss of his father's companionship, and I think that was the
deciding factor."

     Trey continued.  "When he was trying to make his decision, he was
miserable.  Like I said, he wanted it all.  Funny thing is, he never once
asked me what I was going to do.  It was as if he'd be making the decision
for the two of us, and in the end, he did."

     Tears began to course down Trey's cheeks.  "Maybe he did realize that
I was in love with him, and that I would go wherever he went, even to the
ends of the Earth.  I was the one thing that he was sure of.  I just wish
he could have said to me that he loved me, too."

     With that, Trey broke down and fell into my arms.  I said nothing,
just held him.  Sobs wracked his body, and I became keenly aware of just
how much bigger than I this man was.  His huge arms, striated with muscles,
bobbed as he held on to me as if he were a drowning man.  The vascularity
of those arms, as well as his chest which peeked through the open vest,
were enough to make any man drool.  I loved it when he "dressed up" by
wearing a vest with no shirt on underneath.  Leather on him was hot.  The
only other vest he had was one from a three-piece suit, with the shiny
material across the back.  It was a light gray pinstripe, and when he put
that on for me, I lost it.  He looked so fucking hot!  Just thinking about
that now made my jeans become very uncomfortable, as my dick turned to
rigid steel.  How in god's name could Mitch not tell Trey he loved him?

     Finally I worked up the courage to ask Trey a question that I really
didn't want to know the answer for.  "Trey, have you talked to Mitch about
us?"

     "Fuck, how can I talk to him about you and me when I can't get him to
talk about him and me?  This is so fucked up.  I should be so happy
tonight.  You've given a house to us with no questions, no strings
attached, and I haven't shown proper gratitude..."

     "Trey," I interrupted, "things can't love us, and we shouldn't be
loving them.  You can't really love something that can't love you back.
Life is all about relationships.  Period.  End of story.  And you have an
unresolved relationship that has risen up and slapped you upside the head.
You are dealing with the important issue.  The house can wait.  Mitch
can't.  Do you want to go get the Jeep and join the search?"

     I half expected him to say no, and he surprised me when he jumped up
with a resounding, "Yes!"  He extended his arm to me, and I grabbed his
hand and accepted his help to get up.  "Thanks for the assistance.  This
old body needs all the..."  I never got to finish my sentence because Trey
had pulled me into an embrace as I got up, and his tongue was now demanding
entrance.  I let him lead the embrace so that he could end it when he felt
the need, but I was an active participant!

     "I am so lucky, so blessed, to have a friend like you, Dom," he said
as he broke the kiss.  "I don't know what I have done to deserve a man like
you in my life.  You've become, in a very short time, the anchor I always
needed but never had.  You keep me sane and stable with your wit and
wisdom.  Promise me that you will never leave me?"

     I couldn't speak.  Now my eyes were filling with tears, and I knew
that if I tried to verbalize what was in my heart right then, I'd lose it.
So I just smiled a weak smile, nodded my head, and buried my face into his
chest.

     When I could speak, I pulled away from his chest and spoke.  "Let's
get going.  Mitch already has a head start.  Any ideas where we should
begin looking?"

     "No fucking idea at all.  The guy is so happy-go-lucky all the time.
He's never like this, except for that one time.  He's all sex, fun, energy,
love, loyalty...just the kind of guy every man wishes he had as a friend."

     I looked at Trey as I got into the Jeep, and he looked at me.  "Don't
start bawling again," I told him.  "Focus on how to help Mitch.  There must
be something he said that could clue us in to where he went, or what he's
doing."

     "I'm trying to remember.  We had this wonderful opportunity to stay in
the corps as trainers.  They even volunteered to send us to Ramstein,
Germany for a three year stint as trainers there, if we wanted to go.  But
no pressure.  The Corps just wanted us to stay on.  It was really weird,
not getting any pressure from the Corps, as if they didn't want to force
Mitch to choose anything he'd regret later."

     "So we had that, and of course we had each other, and then there was
the thing with Kye that needed to be taken care of.  It seemed like for
weeks, Mitch would go over in his head, or talk out loud when he thought no
one was listening, about the choices he needed to make.  One of the guys
who worked with us asked if Mitch was going to have a mental breakdown!  He
was just kidding, but Mitch was probably closer than we all thought.  He
was having a really hard time with his decision.  He never came out of his
funk till he decided to muster out, and it seemed like the storm clouds
lifted overnight.  The next day, he was back to being the old Mitch."

     "Do you think he's facing decisions like that right now?  I mean, he's
got a new love, Donnie, but his old standby is still around.  That's you.
How does he deal with that?  And he worked, almost fixated, on getting Kye
to repay for all the things he's done, and most of that is over, except for
what we do with all the new guys on line who want a piece of him, so is he
depressed that he no longer has that to look forward to?  And how about the
fact that now he doesn't have to work, that he's got half of a "paid-for"
house; maybe the prospect of not having to work scares him?  Could it be
that he's just got too much on his plate for him to handle?"

     "Maybe.  Maybe not.  He's actually a pretty resilient guy.  He can
handle a lot.  Like I said, he's only been like this one time before, and
with all he's gone through--the high school football thing, losing his
parents, having a stressful job in the Corps--he's proven he can handle a
lot.  Besides, he told me one night that if the situation ever came up
where he couldn't make a decision, he'd leave it all behind."

     Suddenly, I got worried.  "Trey, when did he tell you this?"

     "Oh, one night, a few weeks after we'd gotten settled here in town.
We were drinking, and letting loose, and I guess he had his guard down
because he seemed to be more honest with me that night than any time I've
ever talked with him."

     I questioned Trey further.  "Was he talking about any particular
incident, or situation, when he talked about leaving it all behind?"

     "I don't remember.  We were both drinking, and my memory is a little
fuzzy.  The only thing I really recall was the part about leaving life
behind."

     "That's not what you said before, Trey!"  I was getting scared now.
"You said `leave it all behind' before, and now you're saying `leaving life
behind,' so which is it?  What did he say?"  I tried to not show how
frantic I was becoming.

     Trey's eyes grew wide with fear, and he blurted out, "You don't think
he'd `off' himself, do you?"

     "You know him better than I do, buddy.  But if we find him in time,
maybe we'll never find out the answer to that question."

     I quickly ran through my mind a list of any places where I'd heard of
suicides, or killings taking place.  I quickly narrowed the list to one,
and threw the Jeep into gear.  As I floored the accelerator, I told Trey to
call the county sheriff's office.

     "Tell them to meet us by the old railroad bridge, just north of town."

     That was the opposite direction as we usually drove to go home, so
Jack and Donnie would be no where around to help.  I told Trey to call
Donnie after he called the Sheriff.

     "Tell the Sheriff we need a boat in the water below the bridge.  But
keep it out of sight.  And keep any squad cars out of sight, too.  We have
a jumper on the bridge, and we don't want to spook him."

     "Are you sure that's where Mitch is?" Trey asked with fear in his
voice.

     "If I'm wrong, then we'll keep looking.  But it is pretty common
knowledge around town that the old railroad bridge is a sure thing if
you're planning to leave it all behind.  If the fall doesn't kill you, the
rocks just below the surface will."  I was sorry to have to break it to
Trey in such a rough fashion, but he had to be prepared for the worst.  He
leaned over and buried his face in my shoulder, and began to cry.

     "Dammit, fuckhead!" I yelled at Trey, "Make the fuckin' call!  Do it!
Now!"

     The tone of my voice snapped Trey back to reality, and he dialed
`911.'  He talked to the dispatcher, and relayed all the information I had
asked him to tell.  They said that they'd immediately begin to launch the
boat, and it'd be in place in about fifteen minutes.

     "How long till we get there?"  Trey asked.

     "I think we're about two minutes away, maybe less."

     We remained quiet for those two minutes, and when I turned the corner
and began the slow rise up the hill toward the railroad trestle, we could
faintly see the outline of something on the bridge.  We could only hope
that it was not Mitch, and that my hunch was wrong.  As we drove closer,
and got ready to park, we realized that the worst had come true.  It was
Mitch.  And he was looking our direction.

     "Don't fuckin' come near me, or I'll jump!" he screamed, so that we
would clearly know his intentions.

     "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Trey screamed back at him,
as he walked quickly up the rise.  He took a few more steps toward Mitch,
but was still about 50 yards from him when he stopped.

     "Stay away, asshole, or I'll jump."

     These two guys are all stressed out, I said to myself.  I knew I
needed to take control of the situation.  I hoped that my training in
management skills would work for me now.  And I hoped that I knew just
enough about Mitch to make the right decisions about what to say and try.
I remembered back to the day I first met him, when he had tackled Trey on
the porch, and his introduction to me was a deep, wet French kiss.

     "Mitch, what is this about?  Trouble making a decision?" Iasked, just
a little cocky.  Trey's head shot around, a frantic look on his face.  He
didn't know what I was doing.  I hoped that I did.

     "Don't play with my head, boy!" he screamed at me.  Clue number one:
he was mad at me.  He'd never called me boy, but the comment was one way to
exercise his control over me.

     "Sir, would it be okay for Trey to ask you some questions?" I asked in
a strong but subservient voice.

     "I don't want to talk to either of you pigs!" he screamed in return to
my question.  Clue number two: He was upset with us as a couple.  He didn't
acknowledge Trey individually, or address the question of Trey talking to
him; he lumped us together, and not in a good way.

     I fell to my knees on the grass, and turned my gaze to the ground,
hoping that Mitch would see this as a sign of submission.  I continued.

     "Sir, we've got Donnie coming."  I hoped we had Donnie coming; I had
told Trey to call Donnie and Jack, but didn't remember him making the call.
I stole a glance over at Trey.  He nodded in the affirmative.  Good, Donnie
was coming.

     I was snapped back to reality when Mitch made a menacing move toward
us, taking about four steps, then stopping.  "And I don't want to talk to
that pussy either.  He loves you, Dom!"

     Oh, oh!  Clue number three was certainly unexpected: Something about
Donnie and Mitch's relationship had hit a snag.  And Donnie seemed unaware
of it.  He'd said that their relationship was fine.  Was it something he
said that just rubbed Mitch the wrong way?

     "Sir, Donnie loves you!" I emphasized the 'you.'  "And i would never
take him away from you.  I respect you too much, and I have so much less to
offer Daonnie than you.....

     "Shut up!  Shut the fuck up!"  Mitch screamed.  He was becoming more
aggitated.  I needed to steer the conversation away from Donnie, and focus
it back on me.  Maybe if he could focus his anger on me, then we'd get him
down.

     "Sir, was it something I said earlier tonight?" I asked with all
seriousness.

     "You and your fucking money!  You think you can buy us all?"  Clue
number four, and probably the one that brought it to a head tonight: my new
found money.  It had created a wedge between Mitch and reality, and I had
no idea of how to undo that.

     I looked over at Trey and shrugged my shoulders.  I had nothing right
now.  Trey stepped up like a good buddy should, and addressed his old
friend.

     "Mitch, how long have we known each other?"

     "Too fucking long!"

     "Mitch, look at me.  That is not an answer.  That's an opinion.  I
want an answer.  You owe me that much."

     "I don't know."
     "Well, it has been five years, eleven months, three days, and
...approximately thirteen hours.  Do you know how I know that?  Because I
have been in love with you for that entire time, that's why.  That first
day when we met at boot camp, I couldn't take my eyes off you.  I thought
you were a blonde god.  Little did I know that with a few years of fitness,
and muscle building, and shorter hair, and no clothes, that the blonde god
was waiting to emerge.  Each day that I have known you, I have loved you,
and each day the love grew greater.  You know that, don't you?"

     "Then why were you out fucking that little pig this afternoon out by
the tree instead of me?"

     "Two reasons: you were already occupied, fucking Donnie.  The groaning
gave the two of you away.  And you never gave me what Dom has given me in
the last few days.  He has returned my love, and has verbalized it.  You
have never told you that you love me."  Trey was taking a risk here, but I
was confident that he knew what he was doing.  As Mitch listened to Trey,
his body had seemed to become less tense.

     "You know I love you.  You have always known that I love you."

     "Mitch, it would be nice to hear it once in a while.  And it didn't
take much prompting the other day when you told Donnie that you were in
love.  With him."

     "I could never be in love with that little douche bag like I love
you."

     Another oh oh!  Something serious is about to come out.  I was sure of
it.

     "How can you be so sure? I know that Donnie loves you; we can all see
it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice."  Trey was beginning to plead
with Mitch.

     "Oh yeah, then why did he call me Dom while we were fucking this
afternoon?  He had his eyes closed as I drilled him a new hole and he
squealed for `Dom' to fuck him harder.  So who is he in love with?  I don't
think it is me."

     Donnie was thinking about me?  While Mitch fucked him hard?  Was it a
slip of the tongue, or was it true?

     "So he fucked up once.  He knew Dom was at the lawyer's today; maybe
the thought of Dom just crossed his mind.  So he fucked up.  Once.  You
never have?  Have I fucked up, Mitch?  Or was I so blindly in love with you
that I always did exactly what you thought I should do?  What would you
have done if I had decided to stay in the Corps when you got out?"

     "You wouldn't have stayed.  You were too much in love with me."

     "Fuck off, asshole.  I think you give yourself too much credit.  Hey,
time is wasting.  You better jump soon.  I've got things to do."

     With that, Trey turned and marched back to the Jeep.  Kneeling there
on the grass, I pissed myself.  I had no fucking idea what Trey had just
done.  I just knelt there, paralyzed.  I was sure that Mitch would jump
now.  But he didn't.  It was as though he was paralyzed, too.

     Just then, Trey got back out of the Jeep and approached me.  He walked
around in front of me.  He reached down and grabbed each side of my shirt
collar, and ripped my shirt open.  Then he tore it off me.

     "Get your pants off, bitch, or I'll just fuck your face instead of
your ass," he shouted, loud enough for anyone within a mile to hear.  What
was Mitch doing?  I complied, but probably not fast enough, because Trey
slapped me hard across the face.  He never had done anything like this
before, but deep down, it was turning me on all to hell.

     As I was trying to get my jeans down to my ankles, Trey kicked me in
the stomach with his boot.  Then he grabbed me by the hair on the back of
my head, pulled my head back up so that I could see the crazed look in his
eyes.  He savagely kissed me.  When he backed away, he spit in my open
mouth, twice, then sank his huge cock into my mouth and throat all the way
to his pubes.  I choked at the forceful entry.

     "You cocksucking pussy, look what you've done to my life."  Trey was
screaming at me, and he was scaring me.  Still, my cock was hard as steel.
He slapped me hard across the face, first with one hand, then the other.
My head couldn't move; it was pinned in place, with my mouth choking on the
huge piece of manmeat forcing itself repeatedly down my throat.  So my face
absorbed the sharp blows, and tears began to flow from my eyes.  Suddenly,
I was the one who had no fucking idea what was happening, unless these were
Trey's true feelings about both me and Mitch.

     "You waltz into my life with your pussy hanging out and fuck up a good
thing that I had going.  Kye was right to fuck you up.  He probably should
have finished the job.  Should have slammed his big cock into your pussy
and made it bleed.  That's what a tease like you needs.  You need a real
man to make your pussy bleed."
     All the while he was humiliating me with his taunts, he was slamming
his cock into my throat, and it was beginning to hurt.  I wasn't about to
tell him that, for fear he'd continue.  Instead I pushed him off, got up
off my knees, and taunted him right back.

     "Oh yeah, and where am I going to find a real man to make my pussy
bleed, way out here?"

     I was getting angry myself, but the words that came from my lips
surprised even myself.  "You ain't no real man. And that little dick isn't
even going to open me up, let alone make me bleed."

     I knew it was coming, but it still surprised me with its intensity.
Trey brought up his right fist into my jaw, and snapped my head back.  I
fell to the ground, and he fell on top of me.  He flipped me over, and
without benefit of foreplay or lube, he sank his cock into my ass with one
shove until he bottomed out.  I'm sure that my scream was heard all over
town.  I wondered if the sheriff was in place out of sight, and if so, why
he wasn't trying to break up this rape.

          Trey dug his boots into the soft dirt, and proceeded to fuck me
across the ground.  He slapped my ass repeatedly, hard, and alternated that
with punching my back and sides with his fists.  He was really hurting me.
In less than a minute, he had moved me at least five feet, just by slamming
his cock into my ass so hard that he propelled me forward.  The friction of
the grass against my skin was beginning to create "rug burn" on my chest,
and on my stiff cock that was wedged beneath me.  The pain of the fucking
wasn't going away, and I began to plead with him to stop.  Trey refused to
hear my pleas, but he did hear what Mitch said when he placed a hand on
Trey's shoulder.

     "Buddy, you've got to stop.  You are hurting the man you love, and
you're hurting me, too."

     "Fuck off," Trey responded in a cold voice, "I've got a lesson to
teach this pussy."

     Mitch got behind Trey, grabbed him in a bear hug that pinned his arms
to his side, and lifted him off me, and out of my ass.  Then threw him into
the dirt about three feet away.  Even in the darkness of dusk, you could
see streaks of blood on Trey's cock.  He had succeeded in making me bleed.

     "I'm sorry for causing you so much pain, Trey.  I do love you.  I love
you as a friend, a buddy, even a fuck buddy, but I could never be your
lover.  I promised myself that I would never fuck up our relationship by
making it too personal.  When I met Donnie last week, I knew I had found a
lover for a lifetime, but I want it all.  I want you as a friend, too.  But
I thought I lost you to Dom.  And when Donnie called out Dom's name, I
thought I had lost it all.  Dom's good fortune was just the last nail in
the casket.  I couldn't stand to see you get it all, and I got nothing.
I'm a selfish asshole, and I wanted it all."

     Trey got up off the ground, approached Mitch and embraced him,
bringing his forehead to rest on Mitch's forehead.  Tears were streaming
down Trey's cheeks.

     "But you're MY selfish asshole, and I want you to have it all, too.
Everything I have is yours.  When Dom and I realized we were in love, we
talked it out, and he told me that he wanted me to feel free to be with you
whenever or wherever you and I would choose.  He realized the depth of our
relationship, and that I still love you.  Dom will always have second
place.  I love Dom in a different way than I love you.  I don't think I
could ever give him up either.  So I want you to have it all, and I want it
all, too!"

     I was still on the ground, face down, not fully recovered from the
brutal fucking Trey had administered to me.  When I turned over, I realized
for the first time that I'd cum in the grass and the dirt.  When I stood
up, I also realized that Trey had also deposited his load in my ass, and it
began to run down my leg.  I felt overexposed out here, so I pulled up my
jeans to cover the cum and mud.  Thank goodness Trey hadn't ripped off my
jeans.

     I slowly walked over to give the two men a big hug--a group hug.
Both Trey and Mitch each took their turn to kiss me.

     "And I mean everything that Trey said," I whispered in Mitch's ear.
"Any time, any place, either one of us.  And if Trey and I are already
getting busy, join us for a threesome."  Mitch just nodded, unable to
speak.

     Trey took Mitch's chin into his hand, and turned Mitch's face to look
at his own.  "Promise us that you will sit down and talk to Donnie about
this.  He's welcome to make it a foursome, or a threesome, or any
combination of bodies, whenever he wants.  You just need to be sure that it
is okay with him."

     Just then, Donnie and Jack came racing up the hill, and Donnie grabbed
Mitch away from us and wrapped him into a bear hug.  Donnie was crying, and
soon Mitch was, too.  After a few minutes, Donnie pushed himself away from
Mitch and looked into his eyes.

     "Are you okay?  What the fuck were you thinking?  I love you.  Don't
you ever try something boneheaded like that again.  Did I tell you I love
you?"

     Donnie peppered Mitch with questions in rapid fire order as they
walked back to the Jeep.  Trey signaled the Sheriff that all was fine, and
thanked him and his office for all their support.  I told him that if there
was any cost to just send me a bill.  If there was no cost, I wanted to
make a donation to a charity of his choice.

     The Sheriff walked up to us and thanked us, in close quarters, for the
show we had put on for him and the boys.  If we ever wanted to put on
another show, he could make all the arrangements.  Who knew the Sherriff
was gay?

     Trey and I knew that Mitch needed counseling, and convincing him to go
would be a huge job, but we were committed to helping him.  One big piece
of the puzzle would be how Donnie accepted the open lifestyle we were
promoting.  We'd have to see just how he would fit into that.

     We also had a lot of loose ends to tie up with my new assets,
especially at it concerned the properties that old man Gregerson now
rented.  And then there was Kye--what to do about Kye.  Much to be done.
But not tonight.  Tonight I just wanted to curl up with my lover.  Yes,
even after he had savaged my body, he was still my lover.  I just wanted to
spoon with him, and sleep until late in the morning, allowing both of us to
get needed rest.  And if anybody else crawled in bed with us, well, the
more the merrier.  And I wanted to assure him that I was more than
impressed with his manhood, and I enjoyed each and every time he stretched
me open with it.

...to be continued...