Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 04:27:13 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Out-coming, Ch. 17

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 16:


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.





Chapter 17

I woke up short of breath.  We ware lying face to face and breathing one
another's morning breath.  I was aware I was breathing shallow for several
minutes before I was conscious enough to do anything about it.  His dragon
breath was toxic!  I couldn't even imagine what my cummy breath from last
night must be like to Mike!

I turned over and heard Mike breath deeply ... apparently doing the same as
I was.  It wasn't light yet, and I was too sleepy to even look at the
clock.  I was soon back asleep and was vaguely aware of Mike reverting to
the position that we fell asleep in.  It felt so good, warm and ... safe in
his body's embrace.

I felt the sun hot on my face, and it was like I was cruising somewhere
above the clouds.  I was aware I was dreaming and I felt so good, I didn't
want to wake up. I somehow knew that I was still in Mike's bed, and that
too felt good.  I shivered for a small moment.  I felt my hips start to
gyrate slightly, and was sure that my genitals were being fondled.  I felt
myself come close to consciousness but fought it.  I didn't WANT to wake up
from this dream!

But I couldn't fight it off.  As I slowly gained clarity, the first thing
that I was aware of was that the feeling in my nether parts had not abated
as I was woke up more.  I put my hand down to rub myself, but there was
something in the way ... something ... hairy!  My eyes popped open.

It was still dark, but it was then that I realized that Mike had gotten up
somehow and he was half kneeling on the floor beside the bed.  Half
kneeling because his casted leg could not bend and also his other knee
could not reach the floor.  He was under the covers on my side slowly and
gently sucking and stroking my dick with his warm moist mouth.

No wonder I was having an erotic dream!  I started to caress and massage
his head.  The sucking stopped.

"Are you awake, Kye?"  Mike whispered.

"Yeah.  What a way to wake up!"  I purred.  "Is it all you hoped it would
be, Mikey?"

"It'll be better when I know you've enjoyed it as much as I have!"  He
answered.  And he returned to sucking and bobbing.  Again he stopped.
"Sorry, but I just can't do that as fast as you can ... at least at the
moment."  He started up again, sucking and bobbing slowly.  It was the
sweetest agony I ever endured.

I think I must have been vibrating or something ... from the excitement and
the heavenly frustration that his slow assault on me was causing.  He
stopped again.

"This isn't working for you, is it?"  He said.  "I'm sorry but - "

"It's working better than you know!  Better than I could have imagined!"  I
said.  Just ... please stop stopping to worry about me!"  I said

"Oh!"  He said.  "Sorry!"  and he again started up his agonizing slow
assault.  As I again started to vibrate, he asked if I was cold.

"NO!  JUST KEEP GOING!"  I almost yelled ... only it was just a frustrated
whisper.

He did as I asked and somehow got his good arm in position to jack off the
lower portion as he sucked on the top.  With that added stimulation, I
started to breath deeply.  That pushed him to somehow go even faster
... both the bobbing and the stroking.

"Mikey ... it's time!"  I said breathlessly.  "Spit it out, Mike ... quick!
I'm gonna AAaa-iiiiii-ugh!  Ah!  Akkkkahhh!"  I was doing my best to keep
my noise at a minimum.  I hoped that his parents weren't awake yet!  My
body seemed to be tingling all over and it just went through waves and
waves of sensation, each more intense than the last.

I felt his mouth pull away from me and I expected the sensations to abate,
but they didn't.  He kept stroking with his hand and if anything they got
more intense as he gripped it ever so lightly and his hand pulled the skin
repeatedly past the tender edge of my glans.  I felt like I needed to both
pull away and push forward at the same time.

Finally things started to clear.  I said clear because at the end it was
like I was in a cloud of light with fireworks going off.  When my dick
stopped spasming, my body followed suit in outward rings.  The last place I
felt the tingling was my toes and fingertips.  I felt my softening boner
growing limp in his hand's sensual embrace.

Tears were pouring from my eyes when Mike's beautiful face appeared before
mine.  Through the watery lenses, I saw his scarred but happy face spotted
and dripping with my white jizzum.  He was grinning.  I didn't know what
he'd done with his leg and arm in casts, but I really didn't care at that
moment.

"Omigosh!"  he said quietly, himself almost quivering from his own passion.
"Omigosh, Kye-kye!  That was the most wonderful experience I've ever had.
I didn't even cum, Sweetheart!  Did I just call you sweetheart?"  He
laughed.  "I did!  I didn't mean to but ... I definitely meant it! I still
might want to marry a girl and have children, but part of the deal will
have to be ... you!  Too!

"I HAVE to have you, Kye Kye!!  That experience can't possibly be
duplicated with anyone else ... can it?  Is that how you feel when you do
me?  And ... Kye!  Your jizz ... it tastes sweet!  It's like ... pear juice
mixed with some kind of ... of ... special sauce ... partly salty, party
sweet.  Mine ... to me ... is just bitter!  Maybe mine tastes sweet to
you!"

It doesn't, but I wasn't about to tell him that at that moment!  Then I
felt it.  His boner was still raging, throbbing as it lay trapped between
our bodies.  He didn't seem to notice.  I asked if I could get him off
again.

"Just give me a hand job, Babe!  And that will be enough for now.  I want
this to mostly be YOUR moment."

We got into an awkward position of his design, so I could work around his
casts jacking him off and kissing him at the same time.  As he got close,
he wanted to keep kissing me, so he stifled some of the energy he might
have been expending, crying out.  But when he came ... all over both of us
and his jizz became almost like whipped cream as my hand glided over it
with blinding speed, it seemed like he would never stop.

When he did stop spurting his spunk, he kept breathing huge gulps of air
and clinging to me close.  My own breathing has returned to normal by that
time.  I was afraid to tell him how much I loved him.  It would be taking
advantage of his sexually induced ardor ... wouldn't it?

After his breathing came back to somewhat normal, we covered up and were
lying under the covers, both on our backs.  He said, "Kyle ... why don't
you tell me more often that you love me?  Okay, I know that two guys don't
normally do that, but ... is that really true?  Maybe best friends just
don't talk about everything they share ... to others.  But you don't tell
me ... well, as often as I tell you."

"I -- I DO love you, Mike.  I just -- um -- well -- it's like if I say it
to you, then I'll want you to love me as much as I love you.  And in the
same way."

"What makes you think I don't?"  He almost cried.

An electric shock-like feeling went through me like a bolt of lightening.

I was at a loss for words.  Especially after sharing that night together --
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.  I didn't want to minimize
his love for me, but could he possible say the same?

"I -- I -- Mike -- I want to be yours for the rest of my life ... not just
`best friends' ... but more -- much more.  I don't think that's what you
want, so I guess I'm afraid to say it ... which would make me feel it even
more and it would just set me up for a hard fall ... when you don't want
that."

"Okay -- okay -- I can kind of see that." He said.  "I just sometimes
wonder if I'll ever be a normal boy -- er -- man again.  I'm afraid that
when it comes down to it, no girl that I would want ... would want me
... this way.  I guess I'm kind of living in the moment.  When I say I love
you, I mean it, Kye Kye, from the bottom of my heart.  The thing is ... I
guess ... is that my goals are different than yours.  But really ... it
hurts that you can't tell me how you feel."

"Mike ... it's just ... um okay - here it goes:

"When I was still in high school ... and I would lie awake at night
wondering if I would ever like girls as much as I did the boys ... but of
course I could never tell them ... could I?  I came close to telling Bob
sometimes, but even then I was afraid what he might think ... even though
we actually played sex games together.  I was terrified, Mike
... terrified!

"Mike ... with you I feel like I have found what every man ... every woman
maybe ... is looking for ... a love that fills me with such joy and such
fullness ... is all I can call it ... that I can't describe it ... to you
or even to myself.  I wake up thinking about you and go to sleep
... thinking about you ... even when you're not with me ... maybe
especially when you're not with me.  I miss you at those times, and I am
always afraid that someday I'll lose you."

I stopped talking suddenly when I heard silent sobs.  "Mike ... are you
okay, Babe?"

"Am I okay?  You have just read my thoughts and described them back to me
...  to a tee.  Am I alright?  SHIT, Kyle, I am absolutely crushed!  I
didn't WANT to feel like this ... toward you ... toward any boy ... any
man!  And boy ... you ARE a man!  I am so scared that I'll never have a
chance at a family.  It's what I have thought about since 9th grade.  I
used to walk beside my then girlfriend, Darlene Lewis was her name, and
said we should not hold hands ... like the other kids did.  I wanted to
feel like we were married and ... believe it or not ... I believed that
married people didn't do that ... only kids ... because my mom and dad
didn't hold hands in public.  But I was pretending at 14 to BE married and
it wasn't that I loved Darlene so much ... it was that I wanted so much to
have kids ... even at that young age!  And now ... these feelings I am
having for you ... I don't WANT them ... but I can't help them.  They Are
just as you described.  I think about you day and night.  Going to sleep
with you in my arms ... GOD, Kye, I can't wait to get these casts off so I
can feel you with all of me!

"And ... of course that scares the hell out of me.  Can you understand
that?  I love you too much, Kye!  Too much.  And I don't know what to do
about it!"

By this time I too was crying.  I could only say to him, "Mikey ... have
you talked to your parents about it?"

"Hell no!"  He said emphatically.

"Don't you think that more than anyone in the world ... they will
understand?  Your mom obviously loves your dad ... even though she knows he
is more attracted to ... well ... even me than to her!"

"She KNOWS that?"  He said.

"Well, I don't actually know that, but she knows HE is gay and she accepts
it and they still have fun in bed."

"How do you know all this?"

"Two reasons: I heard them having fun and ... I talked to your pop.  Mike
... they KNOW that you are struggling with this.  I also heard them
discussing that ... when they thought I was asleep.  I shouldn't have been
eavesdropping, but I couldn't NOT listen.  Your dad left my door open and
they discussed it in the living room.  Your dad apologized to ME for that,
by the way.  But the bottom line is that you CAN ask them for their advice.
Who else loves you ... and understands you ... like they do?"

Mike looked at me for a long moment.  New tears came to his eyes.  "Well,
obviously ... you do, Sweetheart!  And that time I said it on purpose, Kye!
I love you even more now than I did ten minutes ago.  What the hell do I do
with this now?"

"Trust me ... and trust your parents."

"But ... but ... what if my dad wants you?  THAT terrifies me!"

"He has already told me that he is not sure of his feelings.  He likes me,
but ... we've never ... well, you know ... done as much as you and I have
even.  Tommy would not let his feelings for me ... whatever they are
... get in the way of his love for you.  Both your parents live and breathe
their love for their son!"

"I'm afraid, Kye. Not much scares me but this does."

"Sometimes you just have to bite the damned stick and bear the pain ... and
the fear."  I said.

"Will you ... will you ... CAN you ... be with me when I talk to them?"

"I'm not sure they will talk plainly if I am there."

"<<SIGH!!>> I know you're right.  Maybe tomorrow night after the game
... or is it Saturday night?  Yes ... Saturday night after your brother's
game and ... oh!  What about your new ... um friend ... Karston?  Don't you
still want to ... um ... are you interested in him?"

"Not if YOU are interested in ... I mean not if I have a chance with you!"
I said searching his eyes for anything that would tell me what I wanted to
see.

"I don't WANT you to wait for that."  Said Mike.  At my sudden drop in face
... he said, "No!  I mean ...  I can't ASK you to - "

"After all I have said ... do you think I'd be in the least interested in
him ... your dad ... Jorge ... or anyone ... until I know ... that you do
or don't want me?"

"I DO want you!  I DO!  But ... "  He said, and his voice trailed off
... maybe to wherever his eyes went to.  He was no longer looking into
mine.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Did I hear you two talking?"  Said Tommy in a stage whisper outside our
door.

"We're awake, Dad." Said Mike, almost sounding relieved.  "Come in!"

"It's locked."

I hopped up and unlocked the door, then noticed what a mess I was ... all
cummy and naked.  I jumped back under the covers with Mike.

Tommy came in and looked at us ... with maybe a slight smirk.  "Your mother
would like to go to the game with us Saturday night.  Do you have any
problem with that?"

"Dad ... are you and Mom just staying together because of me?"  Mike asked
seriously.

"We ... um ... well, we thought we were.  Now we're not so sure.  We're
finding something new ... in our relationship ... that we didn't know
existed."

"Whattaya mean?"

"In putting up a solid front for you ... well ... we have found something
that we never knew existed ... right now it's kind of ... well, heh
... physical ... but it's more than we've ever had before.  We both think
we might want to be together when you bring your kids over to see us ... to
play with grandpa and grandma!"

I am not sure if Tommy saw the instant drop in Mikes eyes ... a momentary
panic that he recovered from almost immediately.  Maybe only I saw it.  But
what I saw sent a chill completely through me.  There was a renewed hope
... I could see it ... if his parents could do this ... if his dad could
... maybe HE could!  That's what I perceived in a split second, as his face
went from panic to realization to hope.  I wanted the best for my friend
... or was he my lover?  But what IS the best?

Notes: Short chapter ... sorry.  The rest may be like that with my new
circumstances But I will try to keep a steady string going and continue
this to the end in a timely manner.  Comments are always welcome to Steve
at stevethomas@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love ... Steve