Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2010 19:14:30 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle?s Out-Coming, CH 16

This is based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases
experience but it is a work of pure fiction. Come to think of it, it may
not always be that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times
between men, so if this offends you or you are otherwise not allowed by
law, etc., you are invited to retreat. Otherwise ... enjoy!

Cast of characters:

Kyle Tragg -- That's me!
Kevin -- My older brother.
Ron -- my dad.
Chrissy -- my mom.
Mike Newberry -- New Best Friend.

Tommy Newberry -- Mike's Dad.

Bette Newberry -- Mike's mom.
Bob Wills-- Old best friend.
Jorge, Ron, -- New friends

Brian, Barry -- nurses.

Karston -- Kevin's Friend

Leslie -- Mikes new girlfriend

 From Chapter 15:


"I wish you were staying!" Mike said.

"All it takes is a call to my parents."

"No -- you go home, Bud.  I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay.  See you!"  I started to walk out.

"HEY!"  He said.

"Huh?"  I turned around.

"Who said you could go without a hug?"  I ran to his bed and fell
(carefully, mind you!) on top of him. We hugged as close as possible with
casts and braces.  He clung to me for a long time.  When he let me go, his
eyes were shining, then he pulled me back down once more and said, "I do
love you Kyle Tragg!" in my ear, then kissed my neck.



Chapter 16

When I got home, I didn't exactly get grilled on my visit with Mike, but I
wondered if Mom and Dad were beginning to put two and three together
... and coming out with four ... and assuming that Mike and I were more
than just best friends.  "Oh, by the way, Bob ... well, Bobby ... came over
while you were at Mike's house."

"What'd he want?"  I asked.

I don't know, but he seemed disappointed you were gone.

It was only 8:25, so I said, "I'll pop over and see what he wants."

I ran across the street.  As soon as I knocked, Bobby opened the door and
pushed past me, saying, "Lets go to the park!"  He looked more skinny than
I'd ever seen him.

We walked pretty fast, and he told me that HIS step dad was demanding that
he move out.  "Why?"  I asked.

"Oh .. yah know ... I can't blame him for that, really.  I mean, I hate his
ass, man, but I ain't going to school er nothin', and he just wants me out
of the house.  You know ... I'm not exactly pulling my weight."

"What're you gonna do?"  I asked.  "Where're you gonna go?"

"Not sure yet.  I should `a been gone last year, at least, anyway.  Been
thinkin' about findin' a roomy.  I know you got it sweet there at home, so
I won't be buggin' you.  I just wanted to talk, yah know?  Sometimes it
just helps ... talkin'."

"Have you decided yet ... which way you hang?"  I asked.

"Oh yeah, man ... definitely to the left!"  He giggled.  "Whattaya mean?"

"Are you gay ... or straight?"

"Oh ... that!  Heh, I ain't done nothin with no one in so long ... it's
hard to remember what it's like.  I dunno ... I could prolly go either way
... yah know?  You know about that, don'tcha?"

"N-n-not exactly.  Bob ... you know I'm gay ... right?"

"I knew you liked that stuff ... well obviously I did too.  And ... I
prolly still would.  But I dig chicks too ... yah know?  I'll prolly just
see who I hook up with and go with that.  It don't matter much for now.
Just someone ta hang with yah know?"

"How long's it been since ... I mean ... don't you get ... um ... horny?"

"Naw ... not too much.  Did you notice how skinny I am?"

"Er ... yeah, but - "

"I did that on purpose.  I read somewhere online that if you lose weight,
more of your dick sticks out ... I mean it makes sense, don't it?  Well, so
I figures with my already-longer-than-usual pud ... and with my used-to-be
beer gut ... I could gain a-inch er so, anyway.  DUDE!  I stopped the beer
and all the other fat stuff ... and I got me 3 more inches!  I got 10
inches a-skinny dick.  You remembers how skinny it is ... you used ta
swallow it with no problem ... remember?"

"I remember!"  I said, and unconsciously rubbed myself!

"Anyway ... a-hah! -- you're remeberin' now aint'tcha?  Hee-hee!  I kinda
also started doin limberin' up exercises ... an' now I kin suck it down my
own throat!  Wha'd I need anyone else for?  Haha!"

"Omigosh!"  I laughed.  Kev and I were just talking about that this
afternoon!"

"You and Kevin were talkin' about my long skinny pud?"

"NO!  Ha-ha!  We were talking about how ... if a guy could just suck
himself, he wouldn't need anyone else."

"Oh!  Ha-ha!" He laughed.  "Well, I never really thought about it, but that
seems to be what's happened with me!"  He said.  then he said, "Oh
... ha-ha-ha!  You can't stop rubbin yerself, can you?  Ha-ha!  Gittin' a
little horny are yah?"

"I can't imagine not ... um ... not connecting with another guy ... or
person, though, Bobby!  Don't you ever get lonely?"

"I never think much about it.  I guess I kinda jus' got used to it."

"So ... besides me ... who have you ... um ... played with?"

"Besides you?  Ummm -- not much, I guess.  I mean, after you went to
Cerritos and all, I dunno, I felt kinda ... I dunno ... dumb, I guess. An'
- "

"Oh, Bobby!  I hope I didn't make you think - "

"It dit'n have nothin' ta do with you, Kye!  I might go back ta school some
day.  I jis' had enough jis' dealin' with my step-dad an' stuff!  I jis'
wanted a break I dated ... you know ... a couple girls I met in bars, after
high school.  No one ever asked for my I.D."

"You always looked a lot older."

"Anyways, alls I hadda do was dance with `em and when they felt what's in
here," He said grabbing himself, "I dit'n hafta do anything else.  They
just almos' dragged me to their car!"

"How about other guys?  How many other guys have you - "

"Aw, Kye!  There was only one other guy ... an' he wasn't you -- that's fer
sure!  You bein' 2 years younger an' all ... you just seemed to love
suckin' the most."

"That wasn't because I'm younger.  And ... huh?  I thought you were only a
year ahead of me!"

"I WAS in school.  I was kept back in 5th grade.  Fucked up too much.  That
was when ma left my dad.  Then Ass Hole moved in.  I never had any trouble
getting' shit to smoke!  I was fucked up almos' always, from 5th grade ta
graduation."

"No SHIT!"  I exclaimed.  "I never knew that!  As far as I knew, Kevin
didn't know either.  He'd have told me."

"I was ashamed.  I hated that I needed that shit to cope.  I gave it up
too, when I lost the weight.  It was the only way I could do it.  I'd get
too hungry when I was fucked up ... you know?"

"I've heard that."

"You're such a good kid!  You're the closest thing I ever had to a brother
or even best friend.  You were always nice to me.  The other kids made fun
of me."

"I didn't know you had it so bad now, Bobby" I said soberly.  "I guess my
parents did.  They were saying yesterday how they felt bad that you had to
put up with what you have."

"They were always nice to me too.  And Kevin.  Only once did we ever have a
run-in."

"What?  You and Kevin had a fight?"

"Not exactly a fight.  He just found me alone one day and threatened me if
I ever harmed you he'd make me pay for it big time!  I told him I loved you
and it wouldn't occur to me ta do anything bad to yah!  That's kind a why I
stopped comin' over though.  I was afraid that I might give you some kind a
disease or somethin'."

"Did you have anything?"

"Nope!  Never did!  But those girls I was talkin' about ... they was pretty
slutty!"

"And how long has it been since you've been with anyone else?"

"Since a few months after graduation."  He said, rubbing himself.

"Now who's getting horny?"  I giggled.  I felt like we were back in junior
high!

"I was jis' kind a picturin' you and me back then.  Remember when Kev found
us that first time.  He was so cool about it!  He just very nicely told me
to go out the window.  A-course you've grown a lot since then.  Well, so
have I ... in several ways!"  He said, again rubbing himself and giggling.
"Well fuck me!"  He exclaimed.  "You prob'ly wanna see me do myself don't
you?"

"Well, I uh -- I dunno about -- um -- that is -- you don't have to -- um -
"

"Well, now, if I HAD to do it, it would be much fun, would it?  An' I
wouldn't for jis' anyone.  But you're special, ain'tcha?"

"Where ... where ... where would we go?"  I said, again rubbing my crotch
unconsciously.

"I KNEW you'd want to!  We can go to MY house!"

"But your parents!"

"Hah!  Mom'd be glad ta see you and Ass Hole'll be drunk!  We can go to my
room!  Shit yeah!  This'll almos' be like old times huh?"

We never made it to the park.  He grabbed me and almost dragged me back
with him ... not that I resisted all that much!  I wanted to see his trick!

"An' Ass Hole'll hafta at least act halfway decent with you there!  Hee
hee!"

"Kyle!"

"Hi, Mrs. Wills."  I said.  At least that was her name before bobby's dad
left.  She didn't correct me.

"How nice to see you ... well I mean besides just waving across the street.
You were always my favorite of all Bobby's friends!"  She smiled sweetly,
showing decaying teeth.

"The kid never HAD any other friends!"  said (I really never knew any other
name besides "Ass Hole!")  Bobby looked supremely hurt and embarrassed.

"You be nice, Ass hole!"  She barked at him.  I about dropped a load right
then and there.

"Come see my room."  Bobby said, trying to brush off his step dad's insult.

"Take a good look," Said Ass Hole, "It won't be his room much longer!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Ass Hole ... er YOU won't have a room here much
longer either!"  said Mrs. Wills.  He muttered something else and closed
his eyes.

"You boys have fun!"  She said, as if we were still 12 and 14.

As soon as we got in his room and the door was locked, he said, "Well,
lemme see what you got!"  He flipped on his CD player and turned it up
medium loud, and then ...

He wasn't the least shy!  He stepped to me and in two seconds dropped my
pants.  I was embarrassed be extremely turned on.


"Hmm ... not bad ... about the same as I last saw it.  Nothin' ta sneeze at
... as my gran-pap used to say."  He felt it and it was already half hard.
It almost sprang to attention!  "MMM -- nice!  Yes -- very nice!  Brings
back sweet memories!"  he put his fingers to his nose!  "OMIGOD!  It still
smells the same!"  He said and grabbed his pants where his own growing
package was stowed.

"Okay ... your turn!"  I said.

He smiled seductively and agonizingly slowly, opened his pants and pulled
them down.  It was still pointed down his leg, but as soon as he got clear
of it, it sprang up and out to reveal every bit of the 10 inches he bragged
about ... maybe more!

His hip bones stuck out and his ribs were very defined.  That made the size
of his dick even seem longer ... I think!

"Close your mouth, Homey!  I know you want it!"  he whispered, then
giggled.  "But ... me first.  I promised!  Watch and drool!"

He lay down on his back on his bed, He kicked off his pants ... there were
no under pants ... then he supported his butt with his hands and lifted it
up and over his head, his feet going almost to the wall. Then his dick
slipped right into his mouth.  He hummed and slurped and it seemed to just
grow further inside his mouth.  He started to stroke it with his head,
making it go in and out slowly.  He couldn't get all the way to his
pubes. But he swallowed it down about 5 inches!

I wasn't even aware that I was stroking my own to his rhythm.  He stopped,
pulled out and said, I can do that for you, if you want to finish up here.
I KNOW you want to!

I couldn't say no to that!  I got on the bed and since his dick wasn't
tight to his tummy, it was easy to suck it down from the top, that way he
had easy access to mine.  He jacked it in time with my strokes.

I easily buried my nose in his scrotum, which also had an excess of skin.
His whole length just slipped halfway down my throat with each bob.  I was
swallowing ... this time not so much to ease the discomfort of a dick in my
throat ... it was pretty easy with his skinny dick.  That came back to me
as easily as my smell did to him!

He started to moan a little and I wasn't as close, so I started to thrust
into his hand as he stroked.  He got it and went faster, then engulfed it
with his mouth.  That actually sped us both up and in moments we were both
bucking and moaning, drowned out by the loud rock music coming from his
record payer.

We both swallowed every drop!  He let mine slip out and said, "Man!  I
forgot how sweet your jizz was!  I'm afraid mine isn't like that ... kind
of bitter in comparison."

He was completely spent and soft and it was still hanging down my throat.
I could even breath!  I just kept sucking and swallowing.

"It won't come back this soon, Kye ... may as well spit it out."

I did.  "I wasn't doing that to make you cum again, but that would have
been okay!"  I said.  And as far as your taste ... I can taste it a little,
but most all of it went directly to my tummy! That was fun!"

"I forgot how good it feels to have your nose buried in my nuts!  Thanks
for doing that, Kye!  I like doing myself, but you do it better than any of
those skanks I let do it."

"Oh!  They sucked your dick?"  I said.  "I figured they'd what it in the
other end!"

"Oh, they did that too, but they just wanted to see how it felt to try to
swallow all of it.  Only two could actually do it.  NONE of them were as
good as you!  That's because they was doin' it for themselves.  You were
doin' it for me!"

"I was, Bobby.  I was really getting off over your excitement ... your wild
orgasm."

"Well now that you got a taste for it, maybe we kin get together once in
awhile ... if you wanted."

"Maybe."  I said, having the feeling that I might never do this again.

"But ... it's not that important, Kye.  You're my best friend.  Now I'd
just bore you.  Don't look like that.  I know you have other friends.  Ass
Hole is right.  You ARE my only friend.  Don't feel like you have ta do
anything else.  It was great ta just see you ... that's all I wanted when I
came over.  This was just like icing on the cake.  Hell -- it was the whole
cake!"  He chuckled.

"I better go, Bobby.  Thanks for ... for ... "

"I know ... and no ... thank YOU!  I'll always remember the times we had
... and now I can add this to it!  You're the best, Kye ... the best!"

I came back home feeling a little guilty.  I said good night to the parents
and went to my room.

I thought about what just happened.  The more I thought about it, the more
I figured out I didn't need to feel guilty at all.  I didn't do anything
unsafe.  Bobby was clean!  I was only making an old friend's life more
bearable for a time.  I felt more love for Bobby than I ever had before.
And I was not tied to anyone!  I didn't owe anyone my fidelity.  The
nagging feeling I had just dissipated altogether and I went to sleep with a
smile on my face.

The only thing I thought about as I got more and more drowsy was that I
would maybe have a struggle with telling my brother.  I just HAD to tell
him about Bobby's special talent!  (Yawn!) I wanted to see it again!  I
would have been happy just watching him ... which was our initial purpose
for going in the bedroom.  I KNOW that Bobby didn't have any ulterior
motive in getting me in there!  He wasn't that clever!  If anything, I
would have been the one ... I knew I was super turned on ... that's why I
started touching myself!  Yes ... Kevin would have to know.  Maybe he and I
would visit Bobby together!  Maybe even Karston could ... zzzz...

"That must be SOME dream, Little Brother!"

I WAS dreaming ... about me and Bobby ... then he was Mike ... then it was
Tommy.  All of this made perfect sense to me except when Kevin showed up.
That's when I knew it was a dream.  After all I knew he left with Karston
to back to UCLA earlier.

"Kye-Kye!  What're you mumbling about?"  Said my brother's voice again.
Then he shook my shoulder.

"Huh?  What?  What ... er - why ... er - why're you here?"  I said, finally
knowing I was awake but bewildered.

"We had to come back.  We left all our football gear on the back porch.
What were you dreaming about?"

"It was all mixed up.  What ... what ... time is it?"

"It's 11:30, but we needed our stuff."

"You keep saying we."

"Yeah, Karston's with me.  He's just out in the living room.  If it's okay,
he wants to say something to you."

"I'll be right there!"  I said.

"Can't he come in here?"

"I -- I -- guess."

Kevin left and I sat up and shook my head trying to get some of the cobwebs
out of my brain.  Karston came in and Kevin shut my door and stayed out.

"Hi, Kyle."

"Hi Karston.  What's up?"

He pushed me back down on the bed and lay next to me.

"I just can't stop thinking about what we did earlier."  Said Karston.  "It
had awoken something in me that I never knew existed.  I realize now that I
was only somewhat suspicious that I might be gay.  I actually wanted to be,
but I wasn't too sure.  Now I am sure this is what I want.  I guess I just
wanted to tell you ... since we were coming back here anyway.  And to thank
you for being so straight (heh, pardon the expression) and upfront with me.
If you are okay with it, I want to be great friends with you."

All the time I was listening to him, my mind was replaying all we did and
all we said to each other earlier.  "Do you think that will work for you?"

"Huh?!  Oh!  Yeah ... why not ... I mean ... of course.  Um -- sorry, I
just woke up from a very sound sleep/"

"It's okay.  Don't think I'm coming on to you ... but I don't want to rule
that out either ... okay?"

"I -- um -- g ... yes!  Of course ... of course!"

"Good.  Should we seal our agreement in some significant way?"

"Um -- well -- um -- you mean you want to shake on it.?"

"I guess that'd be okay, but I was thinking more like sealing it with a
kiss."

"Oh!"  I said.  "Okay!"

He climbed on top of me again ... fully clothed ... and again he laid there
and relaxed deeply.  I wasn't going to ask him again if he was asleep
... he already got me on that twice.  After about five minutes, Kevin came
back in.

"Oh!  Sorry!  I thought we should get started back."  He whispered.

Karston didn't budge.  "Are you guys asleep?"

"I'm not."  I said.  "Go back out and I'll send him out in a minute.

"Okay."

"Karston.  KARSTON?  I said shaking him.

"Wha -- huh?  What ... what??!!"

"You fell asleep."

"Ohhhhh!  Um -- oh!  Um -- okay.  Well, it just feels so good here I guess
I didn't want to leave.  Bye."

He started to get up.  "Did you forget why you laid on top of me?"

"I guess I did.  I'm such a goober sometimes.  But it feels so good here!"
he kissed me ... this time very deeply and passionately.  "See you next
weekend?"

"Aren't you going to be at an away game?"

"Just down in San Diego.  Can you come?"

"Let me see what's going on.  I'll call you ...K?"


He carefully got off me and went to the door.  He opened it and looked
back.  "I really could get used to that~!"  and he closed my door.  ญญญญญ

When I got to Mike's, the next day after school, Leslie met me at the door.
"Hi Leslie."  I tried not to act cold, but it's how I felt.

"Hello, Kyle."  She wasn't even trying.  I think she suspected
something. "Mikey's asleep at the moment.  I wouldn't want to wake him.
Tell him I had to go and that ... I love him ... too!"  She gave me an
almost superior look.  Or at least that's how I perceived it.

"Yeah, Mike's sweet that way."  I said.  "It's just the way he likes to
leave everyone!"

Her look was at once almost panicky, then she caught herself, with a look
as if to say ... you almost had me going!  She gave me a smug smile and
left out the door.

Her perfume was very sweet and flowery.  I shook my head to try to rid my
senses of it.  I went into Mike's room.  The TV was playing low.  I turned
it off, removed my shoes and I climbed on the bed next to him.  I lay my
head on the other pillow.  There swas already be an indentation there.
Then I smelled it.  I could detect her perfume on his pillow.  My stomach
turned over.  I felt like barfing.  But I didn't.

Mike was on the one side that he was comfortable on ... and that was facing
where she had been.  Of course it also faced where I was.  I watched his
face and memorized each curve and feature on his face.  He must have been
dreaming some thing nice, because there was a slight smile.

I never noticed his ever so slight dimples ... which probably, had I been
more observant were a lot deeper when his smile was big.  Normal guys just
don't notice that kind of detail whether gay or straight.  We aren't built
that way.  But ask a girl what her boyfriend looks like ... or Brad Pitt,
Tom Cruise or Johnny Depp ... and she will give you a detailed description
of every contour of their face!  We of the machismo sex will notice that he
(or she) is hot or ugly.

I turned over on my back and tried to picture his face in my imagination.
I couldn't think of anything less than a broad smile.  But details escaped
me.  I wondered if Mike cared if I took that much notice of his looks.  Or
... that she probably does.  I can describe how his cut penis is smooth,
silky and is a perfect fit for my hand ... or mouth ... and how my virgin
butt contracts and itches, when I think of what his wood might feel like
sliding in and out.  I have hope!

"Your face almost looks light it's lighted from within!"

I shook my head, rolled over and looked at him.  He had awakened and was
now watching me!  I couldn't remember a lot of detail when I wasn't looking
directly at him, but now I could see sleepy eyes and a look of pure love
that made ... first my tummy ... then my whole body ... feel a deep hunger.

"Hi."  I said almost dreamily.

"You were about to go to sleep, weren't you, Kye-Kye."  He almost
whispered.  "Go ahead and close your eyes.  I'll go see what's in the
fridge for us."

I shook my head.  "No!  I didn't come over here to let you wait on me!"

"I've got to do SOMETHING!  I'm laying here getting weaker.  So you see?
You'd be doing me a service by letting me serve you!"

I thought about protesting some more, but saw the obvious logic. I again
rolled over on my back.  I closed my eyes.  I felt him struggle to get off
the bed.  I felt like crying and laughing for joy all at once.  As he
hobbled to the door, I didn't even have to think about it ... it just came
out naturally: "God, I love you!"

Mike turned slowly and came back, the look on his face either of
determination, concentration or pain ... or more likely all three.  "That's
the first time you told me that ... first.  It feels good"

I thought about what he said.  He was right: every time I said it, it was
... I love you TOO!  Something else guys don't usually think about.
Obviously he had been!

I turned back on my side, and looked into his eyes.  They were filled with
mirth.  Mine were filled too ... but it was a little wetter than mirth.
"I'm sorry."  I said simply.  "I have been afraid to tell you how I really
feel."

"And ... in what universe did you think I was living ... that I wouldn't
already know this?  We're best friends, Kye.  I kind of assumed that you
loved me.  But I didn't want you to assume the same ... so I told you.  But
it feels great to hear you tell me ... the same.

"How ... how ... do you feel about Leslie?"

"I haven't known her long enough to feel that kind of love, if that's what
you're talking about."

I wanted to shout to the world how much I loved this boy!  I scrunched up
the pillow a little to support me head.  "Oh Gosh, Kye!  That pillow has
her stink all over it!  I'm sorry!  She wears way too much of that crap!
I'm just glad I'm not allergic!  I may tell her that I might be ... just to
get her to lighten up on it.  I little of that shit goes a long way!"

Then he did something that almost startled me.  His casted leg shuddered
across the floor, as he lowered himself back down on the bed.  He leaned in
and kissed my lips.

When I responded just a little he warmed it up even more and he swung his
other leg up and over me and was lying on top of me.  He kissed me with as
much passion as I figured his had.  "If it was a contest between you and
Leslie ... you'd win hands down, Kye.  She can't kiss half as good as you
... or I'm open to the possibility that her kisses just don't do as much
for me!"

He looked almost pained ... certainly apologetic ... as he said, "I may
have to try some others, Kye!  I really do want a family, but if they can't
do at least that to me ... I'm not so sure I can deal with it.  I'm sorry
to have to put you through this.  Not only you, but my dad!  He knows that
you are waiting for me.  It's not fair to either of you!"

"But," I countered, "Each of us loves you so much we want your happiness
first, Mike.  I'll get by."

"And that, my friend, is why you're so easy to love and what makes this
whole quest hard."

He rolled off me and struggled again to get up.  I popped up and across the
bed and pulled him up.  "I'm not that sleepy now!"  I said.  "Let's go to
the kitchen together."

I grabbed his good arm and started to support his weight.  "No, Kye!  I've
got to do this one my own.  Please don't be impatient with me.  Just go to
the kitchen and wait for me ... by the time I get there, You can give me a
congratulatory hug!"

I did as he asked and when he got to me he collapsed into my arms, his face
wet with sweat.  "Congratulations, Mikey!"  I said.  He grinned.

"Maybe after lunch ... and after we do some studying ... of course ... you
can help me out ... like you have been?"

There was no doubt that I knew what he was talking about.  I didn't want to
remind him that he earlier had wanted to put that on hold.  He had a mind
of his own, didn't he?!  Still ...

"I think someone's hormones are trying to override his will!"  I said.

"You're right ... I am feeling pretty horny.  But you're wrong about my
will.  I've thought about this all day.  Leslie kisses me ... but it's
nothing like your kisses.  She has jacked me off a time or two, as well.
She even sucked on it a little but not enough to get me off.  She seems
grossed out by the whole idea.  So it's not just a case of horns.  You just
know what I need.  Believe me, when I am able, I am gonna prove to you that
I am as well.  Can I tell you something?"

"Silly question!"  I answered.

After we ate lunch, he again got thoughtful.  "I really don't mind sucking
you!  I have no desire to do that to any other guy, but you ... you're not
just any other guy ... you're my best friend!  And there is a certain
satisfaction ... a high really ... that I feel when I can make you feel
that good.  Does that make sense to you?  Does that make me gay?"

"I -- I -- don't know.  I guess not.  I just ... um ... I dunno!  It would
make you ... at LEAST ... a very open minded straight guy!  Maybe that's
what they call a metrosexual!"

"Maybe that's how I'll feel with ... with ... a girl someday.  Maybe the
high of getting her off is all I need!  Somehow, I don't think that's gonna
happen with Leslie.  She's a nice enough girl, but she just ... she just
... doesn't -- um -- do it for me. And really ... as much as she seems to
want it ... I don`t think I do it for her either.  There HAS to be SOMEONE
out there that I can do that for ... make them crazy ... like you can do to
me!"

"Oh ... there IS SOMEONE!"  I thought!  But it was more like I felt it!

"Shall we?"  He said, almost shocking me out of my thoughts.  He was
holding up a book!

I got out my notes and the notes I got from the TA in his other class that
day.  I helped him with the ones that I took, and we studied independently
for an hour or so.

"Hey Bub!"  came the familiar voice of Tommy.  "Are you two studs ready for
some dinner?"

"Shit ... we didn't ... I mean ... "  started Mike.

"What?"  Said Tommy.

"Um -- um -- um -- we didn't -- um -- we haven't quite finished our, um,
homework!"

"You can do that after dinner can't you?"  Said Tommy.  "Your mother asked
me to pick up something from KFC for all of us.  She should be here a
pretty soon.  She said not to wait for her.  The food's in the kitchen!"

"Yeah ... we can eat now.  What we had to do may have to wait `til
tomorrow.  But we can do that."  Said Mike.

"Maybe you can stay here tonight ... is that a possibility, Kyle?"  asked
Tommy.  "I don't need to be at the club until 10:30 tomorrow.  I can make
you guys breakfast in the morning if you want."

"Mom?  I'm gonna stay here at Mike's tonight." I told my mom.  "Yeah, we
have some stuff we have to go over after dinner. Okay, Mom.  You're welcome
... I love you too!  Bye!"

"See how easy that was?"  I said.

"Isn't being an adult cool?"  Laughed Tommy.  "You get to TELL your mom
you're not coming home ... instead of asking!"

"They just want to know so they don't worry.  As far as I'm concerned, I'm
19 now and they still let me live at home ... well as long as I still go to
school, anyway ... So it's a small thing to let them know so they don't
worry."

"Yeah, that's what separates you and Mike from the rest.  You are
considerate of others.  Many guys your age would just say it's none of
their parents business where and when they come and go.  Heh, I probably
would have been one of those if I'd still been at home at your age.  I like
to think I've learned a few things since then!"

"You've definitely learned a few things!"  Said Bette coming in the back
door.  "Oh good, you got the KFC!  I had a long day, kids.  It's gonna be
great just to eat the food and throw away the packaging!"

"I'm sure a couple pounds of grease won't hurt us once in awhile!"  Joked
Tommy.

After dinner we watched a couple sitcoms with Tommy and Bette.

"Didn't you guys have some junk you wanted to take care of before going to
sleep?" Mike started to choke when his dad said that.  "You okay, Son?"

"Yeah ... guess some saliva started to go down the wrong tube!"

"Well, you're mom and I are tired ... maybe we'll let you guys turn off the
TV and lock up tonight."


"Sure Dad."  Said Mike.  He smiled at me.  Obviously it would be me who did
the locking up!

"And maybe Kyle won't mind helping you with your bath, Honey."  She said,
but looked at me.

"I'm sure I can handle it."  I barely heard Mike snort.

When we got into his room, Mike started to giggle.  "OMYGOSH!  Are you
gonna take care of my junk?"

"Yeah, if you think I can handle it!"

"We'll find out when you help me with my bath!"

"You're parents are priceless!"

"Yeah, I suppose.  But what I know is that they know what they are saying!
They're teasing us!"

"They're very cool parents."  I said.

I helped him out of his pajamas ... which is what he wore most of the time
since coming home from the hospital.  "You're bruises are getting less and
less.  Let's see under here.  Yeah, even the bruising around your nuts is
getting better."

He giggled as I fondled his scrotum ... of course just to see the damage.
"Does that hurt?"  I said, gently squeezing them together.  "I think that
you may need a special wash on these!"  I said and I sucked one into my
mouth and lolled it around with my tongue.

"Yeah, Those need to be clean ... I think a friend may be chewing on them
later ... !"

I "cleaned" the other one in like manner.  Mike reached out and locked the
bathroom door and ... flipped on their noisy exhaust fan to cover his own
moans.  I got undressed and then pulled him in to an energy hug.  He buried
his face in my neck, and kissed it.  "You're something else, Kye."  I
returned to my former position.  "Oooohhhh yeeeeaaahhh!  That's ... um
... oh!  Now?" I had enclosed his entire boned up piece in my mouth, and
down my throat.  "That's what I'M talkin' about~!"  He said.

I started to bob and weave, swallowing hungrily each time I reached his
pubes.  He started a low whimper. "I'm ... I'm ... I'm gonna cum pretty
quick!"  He warned me.  From experience, he knew I'd want to swallow it.
He had propped himself up against the shower wall and locked his knees.

He quashed most of his groans and moans, but some had to be heard!  When he
blew the contents of his gonads into my throat, I swallowed as fast as I
could, which made him whimper like a little boy.

His knees were wavering, like any minute they might buckle.  If not for the
cast on one leg, they might have!  He kept lightly stroking and tapping on
my head with the ends of his fingers, to be able to stand the intensity of
what I was causing to happen deep inside him.

When he was finished, I was content to stay on my knees, sucking and
nibbling on the flaccid flesh in my mouth.  I cupped his butt cheeks in my
hands and closed my eyes for a few moments, breathing hot air on his pubes.
He whimpered some more.

When I was ready, I got up and kissed him.  He pulled me in as hard as his
one good arm would let him and kissed me more ferociously than ever before.
"Kye, Babe, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world.  You are
my best ... Everything!"  he said, looking deep into my wet eyes.

Then he giggled and added.  "And whatever you use to freshen your breath
... it doesn't work!  That's about the nastiest ... and sexiest breath I
ever tasted!"  He giggled again.  "You smell like pure sex!"

"I'm glad you like it, Sweethe - " I was going to say sweetheart!  It just
came out.  I stopped and said, " ... uuuhhm ... Mike!  Sweet Mike!  You are
the sweetest guy I have ever met!  And ... I love you too."

"Kye-Kye -- when am I ever going to get you off?"


"See that stuff on the floor?"  I said.  "It ain't yours!"

"Still ... I'll get even ... if it's in the middle of the night some time!"

"How many times do I have to tell you - "

"I know ... you get what you need just getting me off ... well, that's
obvious by your own reaction there on the floor!  But I want to know WHILE
I'm doing it!  Does that make sense?  I want to have the feeling that you
have -- that elation of having done something wonderful for the one I
love!"

"The one he loves?"  I repeated over and over to myself, as I sponged him
off and washed everything carefully for him.  He could have reached at
least to do his genitalia, but he let me do it ... and he was enjoying it!
I wanted to lick the hair up inside his arm pits, but that seemed maybe a
little too "gay" for a straight guy.

We went to bed, and he had time to come down a bit from his sexual high, he
said, "Those things I said ... while I was flying from my orgasm ... Don't
ever think I didn't mean them!  You are like the brother I never had." When
he was tired, his speech patterns got more frayed and his slurring sounded
almost drunk.

He continued, "I like to think that my brother and I would have been that
close.  I like to think that you and Kevin are that close.  But ... that's
your business.  I DO love you ... like I said ... more than anything or
anyone in the world."  He said sleepily, and then, fell silent, his hand
warning my cheek.

I turned onto my back and scooted closer.  I thought over and over, "for
the one I love!"  I turned my back to him and nestled as much as I could
into his form, he seemed to be asleep, but his casted arm came carefully
over my body and rested on my hip.  He breathed softly in to the back of my
neck, than kissed it.  "G'night Sweetheart."  He slurred.  "Betcha you
thought I didn't catch that!"

I fell slowly asleep, trying to make sense of everything that happened in
the past couple days.

Notes: I think Mike is falling more and more for Kye!  I KNOW Kye is with
Mike!  Time ... and fate ... and God .. (in this case that would be my
subconscious!) only know.  Comments are always welcome ... to Steve at
stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and ... love, Steve