Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:51:45 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Out-Coming, Ch. 2

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 might
not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times
between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you
are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind
if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -

ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Kyle Tragg -- That'd be Moi

Kevin -- my Brother

Ron -- my dad.

Chrissy -- Mom

Mike Newberry. -- my new best friend.

... from chapter 1:

We picked up the girls and went to the dance. Afterward, they asked for
volunteers to put chairs and tables away. And the girls wanted to help, so
we did. Then we went to Denny's for a "fourth meal". By the time we dropped
off both girls it was two-thirty. He drove me home and then turned off the
motor and lights.

"Dude! I gotta just sit here a minute and rest my eyes. See you tomorrow
morning?"

"Um -- why don't you just come in and crash here?" I said. I wasn't so
worried on my own turf. At least I knew there was an extra bed. I couldn't
have been sure of that at his house.

He pulled out his blackberry and texted something. He smiled and said, "If
Mom wakes up and noticed me gone, she'll check for messages first."

He followed me into the house.

Chapter 2

"This is so cool!" Said my new friend, Mike. "Not only am I staying over
with you, but maybe I'll get to meet the famous Kevin Tragg! Your brother
is a legend."

"Yeah -- thanks for reminding me. I was hoping by college to escape his
shadow!" I said sarcastically.

"Oh -- I didn't mean -- I'm sorry! It's just that - "

"Hey, no problem, Mike. But you won't be meeting Kev this weekend. He lives
on campus now -- USC. He used to commute, but they gave him his own dorm
room as a bonus and to keep him here. And if he does post grad work - "

"It's okay, I didn't actually come to meet him. I just wanna crash. I'll
get out of your way as soon as we wake up in the morning."

"If you do that, I'll catch hell from my mom. You're going to have to stay
for breakfast to pay for your room!" I laughed.

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Scrooge!" he giggled.

He giggled? Maybe he was just tired.

I knew the sheets were clean on my bed, so I told him to sleep there and I
took my brothers bed.

The next morning, Dad woke us up. "G'morning, Kyle -- er I mean Bob!" Said
Dad. "Oh -- your not Bob either! Sorry. Where's Kyle?" Then he saw me. Oh!
You're in your brother's bed." He said almost as a question.

"My sheets and stuff were clean. Dad this is My friend, Mike."

"Hello Mike."

"Hello sir. Um -- oh Wow!"

"What?" Said my dad.

"You look -- you look -- so much like Kevin!"

"Well, I have a few years on him. But yes, I guess he took after the old
man. Kyle on the other hand, was lucky. He got his mothers good looks!"

"Yeah, Dad -- whatever!" I said.

"Anyway, get dressed for breakfast. I'm fixing waffles."

"You fix waffles too? So does my dad. Must he a dad thing!"

Dad left the room and closed the door. We hopped out of bed and I pulled on
some jeans. Mike was about my size, but not quite so skinny. He couldn't
get the Levis completely buttoned, but I also lent him a long tee shirt
that covered up the waist and fly. It was that or the suit pants from last
night, which he had carefully folded and hung over the same chair he hanged
his coat on.

"Thanks for the clothes loan, Kyle. Hey, after breakfast show me that gold
program you have on your comp."

"Coo1" I said

Mom kept looking strangely at Mike, I couldn't figure out why. I found out
later that she was wondering if he was gay. At that same time, she had
figured out that I might be as well, but was keeping it in reserve until I
mentioned something. I wasn't ready to mention anything I wasn't quite
ready to admit -- even to myself yet. I liked playing with Bob and I
actually was still hurting a bit from Juan, but that didn't make me gay ...

... that was my story and I was stickin' to it!

We went back into my room after some waffles, eggs, and bacon. I booted up
the computer and got an extra chair for him to sit on. I started so show
him how to "hit" the ball and how the game worked. He asked if he could sit
at the comp and just do, instead of watching. "I learn better by doing." He
said.

As we traded chairs, he slid under me to the chair and I felt the front of
his pants graze my butt. I got a little shiver from that. He caught on very
fast to the game. Well, it didn't take a rocket scientist! He said, "I like
this game. Did you say you haven't played much real golf?"

"I tried it once. I stunk!"

"Now THAT isn't somethkng that comes easy. You got any clubs?"

"No -- but my dad has some."

"Does he play?" I shrugged. "Do you think he's mind if we used them ... I'd
love to see what you're doing wrong. Maybe -- I mean -- well -- actually my
dad's the pro. But I think I may be able to identify some flaws."

I asked dad and he got his clubs out for us. We went to the park back of
our house. We had an illegal gate into it from before it was a park.

He asked me to swing for him. I did and he said, No no no no! You have to
... heh. Well, you gotta follow through more. First, head down. Now
... swing your head to the front without raising it. Yeah, that's
it. Visualize where you want the ball to go. Now slowly draw back the club
... no -- don't stand up, stay crouched. Yeeaahh -- that looks Goo-ood!"

I was sure he was going to put his arms around me to show me and the
thought make my loins tingle! At least I was sure ... HOPING he would! But
he didn't.

Still he was gentle and sweet about teaching me. I found myself wondering
what it might feel like to have him touch me. I shook it off. How gay!

"Hey, why don't you come over next week and let my dad look at your form. I
know he'd have some useful suggestions."

His dad was out of town ... golfing -- the next weekend. But I went over
after the football game. It was a home game, and we went straight from our
late lab to the game. So we just went from the game to his house. By the
time we got back to his house, it was after midnight, but we weren't that
tired yet. We showered -- separately -- and this time I brought my jam
bottom. He had only one bed in his room, but it was a king bed, so I
assumed we'd be sleeping in it together.

But he also had a couch in his room and he popped out the bed from it, and
gave me the big bed. We talked most of the night. Since his parents were
gone, we slept late in the morning. I woke up first and padded to the
toilet, relieving my pee bone. It was still tenting out my jam pretty good
when I came back. He looked like he was still asleep, but he said, "Nice!"

"Oh, sorry!" I said, covering it.

"No," he said giggling again, "I meant your body. You work out?"

"Nope ... sorry -- it just must be in my genes."

"What's in your jeans doesn't really do anything for me!" He giggled. That
made me wonder if it DID do something for him. Or ... maybe I was hoping
too much ...

As soon as I was back in bed he popped out and ran to the bathroom. He
slept commando, and his wood was sticking straight up and curving into his
belly. I swallowed hard as I felt that familiar flexing below. When he came
back, I just closed my eyes. He came and sat on my bed. "What do you have
planned for today, Kyle?"

"Not really much."

"Sorry about my dad not being here. I didn't know they were gonna be gone."

"It's okay. It's kind of funny really."

"Why?" He asked.

"I used to stay over all the time with my buds in high school. I just never
pictured myself doing it when I was a grown up."

"Hee hee!" There was that giggle again! "Is that what you think you are?
I've known too many grown ups! I think I'll pass on that!"

"I just thought of it as an age. We're 18 now. We can vote. We can join the
army! What do you define as a grown up?" I asked.

"We can't drink legally, but I'm not too sure 21 is that grown up
either. When I get to the point that I don't feel comfortable inviting a
friend to stay the night, then I WILL be too damned old!" He said then
added, "And don't think I didn't notice your looks when I giggle! I LIKE to
laugh! Some people think that if you like to laugh a lot ... you're gay!
That's just so much crap!"

"Mike -- several times you have said things about being gay. I really like
you and hope it won't affect our friendship too much but ... I think I'm
gay." I said, and immediately felt a cold and sharp ache in my spine.

Mike didn't say anything for too long, then he said, "Shit!"

After another long pause, I said, "So -- do you want me to go?"

Mike finally looked up at me. He looked like any moment he was going to
cry. "I'm so sorry I say stupid things, Kyle. No. Please don't go. I like
you too. I lost my best friend in high school for the same reason. I just
like to -- joke about anything that might be funny. Andy was my best
friend, and he couldn't take my joking about queers ... I mean gays --
shit! See? I can't seem to keep my mouth shut! And it was my own fault that
he came on to me."

"Your friend -- Andy -- came on to you?"

"I lost it! I just didn't expect that. We used to jack off all the time
when we'd sleep over. We slept in my bed when we were here. One night, I
woke up and he was ... jacking me off. I went berserk."

"What -- you hurt him?"

"No -- nothing like that, but I went off on him something terrible. He
gathered up his clothed and left -- in the middle of the night. And I let
him! After that I tried to talk to him at school, but he always avoided
me. Finally one day, I cornered him. We ran into each other at the mall. I
wouldn't let him pass. I told him I really missed him. He said, yeah he
missed me too, but he just couldn't do it any more. Then he muscled past me
and I didn't have the heart to bug him any more. Maybe I should have -- but
I didn't."

"So -- did he find another friend?"

"I never saw him with anyone. He looked so lonely. I think he was afraid of
letting anyone else in. He wouldn't let me in any more."

"I can tell you really loved him." I said.

"Yeah ... what? NO! I didn't LOVE him! He was just my best friend."

"Do you know how stupid that sounds?" I said. "You don't have to be gay to
love another guy. Of course you loved him. Oh, I beg your pardon. You LOVE
him! I can see it in your face. So what are you going to do about it?"

"Do about it?"

"Yeah. I think you could have tried some more. Did you ever tell him you
didn't care of he was gay?"

"He never gave me a chance to - "

"You are SUCH a wimp!" I said. "Call him -- now! While I'm still here."

"You're crazy! He doesn't even want to talk to me."

"Wanna bet? I'll bet you anything he would love it if you called.

"Anything?"

"I'll suck your dick!" I said, laughing.

"Hah! That'd be too easy ... you WANT to do that!" He giggled.

"Okay, then how about five bucks!" I said.

"HAH!! You're easy AND cheap! You'd suck a guys dick for five bucks!?" he
giggled.

"NO! But it would be like a consolation prize for you -- for not getting my
excellent blow job!" I saw an evil look in his eyes. "What?" I said

"I think I need to jack off!" He said rubbing his crotch. I was getting
some wood going! "Wanna jack off with me? I'm getting' horny thinking about
that blow job you're gonna give me!"

"Oh-HO!" I said. "So now you WANT my blow job!"

"What I WANT is to win the contest! No! You know what? I hope I lose! I
hope I CAN win Andy back."

"We haven't discussed what I get if you lose!" I taunted.

"Well, I already told you I don't want what's in your jeans ... but ... if
I lose, then you can suck my dick! How's that for a win-win!"

"Sounds like I get screwed either way!" I said.

"No one said anything about screwing!"

It was already light, but he pulled down his room darkening shade. "Why are
you doing that?" I asked.

"I wanna jack off ... with you ... but I don't really want to watch you!"

"Then we'll call Andy, Huh?"

"Yeah. Promise!"

After a hot wank, he opened the shade again and called Andy. Even with the
shade drawn, I could see him. His eyes were closed.

"Andy? Please don't hang up. This is ... Mike."

"Why would I hang up? I'm not rude!" He said, curtly.

"Andy, I -- I -- just wanted to tell you ... (Sigh!) "I'm sorry!" Said
Mike.

"Oh? What'd you do?" Said Andy, not letting him off the hook that easily.

"I was ...a ... total jerk last year."

"So -- what're you telling me -- that you don't hate me after all?"

"Andy -- I don't hate you! I never hated you. I couldn't hate you. I - "
Mike hesitated a moment. I looked deeply in his eyes ... willing him to say
it! "Andy -- I love you. You're my best friend ... or you were ... until I
blew it. But I was only seventeen then. Now I'm eighteen. I've grown up
some." Mike looked at me and mouthed "fuck you!" silently, at my smirk and
then back to Andy, "I don't want to lose you as a friend. I mean , I guess
I already did, but can you ... forgive me?"

There was too long a pause. We both thought that maybe Andy hung up until
we heard him sob. Then he said, breathlessly, "Can I come over?"

"My friend, Kyle is here."

"Oh." said Andy.

"I'll leave!" I whispered.

"Kyle says he'll leave. But then I'll miss out on his blow job!"

"Wha - - aaat?" Said Andy.

"We made a bet. If he lost he had to give me a blow job."

"So -- you won?"

"Well, we kind of both did. Because if he wins he GETS to give me a blow
job." Said Mike, giggling again.

"Well, now I know were good!" Said Andy. "You're giggling again! Didn't
anyone ever tell you that's kinda gay?"

"Yeah, Kyle just did."

"Tell Kyle to go fuck himself!" Said Andy. "He can't talk to my friend like
that!"

"I think he's rather I'd do that for him!" Said Mike laughing even
header. "C'mon over -- I think you two might just get along!"

"Oh ... because we're both gay ... we'll get along?"

"Well ... ?"

"You're such a fag mag!"

"A fag mag?" Mike said.

"Yeah ... you seem to attract us! A fag mag-net!"

"Can you come?"

"Now I know you're screwing with me! You know I can cum!"

"ONE TRACK MIND!" Yelled Mike.

"Yeah, like you don't think about it every 7 seconds!"



"What ... sex? Yeah I think about it a lot! Seven seconds? That's kind of
ridiculous. I'll bet it's no more than ... every eight seconds!"

"I'll come over. Are your parents home?"

"Nope. Gone for the weekend."

"Well maybe since we've all grown up so much, you won't spaz out if I want
to jerk you off sometime! Or is your new friend the only one who gets to
have sex with you when he loses a bet?

"Ew! I didn't say anything about having sex!" Said Mike.

"M-hm! And getting a blow job isn't having sex, huh?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Come in, ass hole!"

The door opened and a boy stepped in. He had his cell phone still up to his
ear. He stopped and looked deeply into Mike's eyes. Both of them sighed and
found themselves in a close embrace. The boy was about 5'-8" tall, maybe
135 pounds. He had longish blond hair, hanging in his face and it was
tipped lighter at the ends. His face lay on Mike's chest, as they both
inhaled each other's essence.

Andy opened his eyes and they were looking straight into my eyes, across
the room. Without leaving his friend, he said, "You must be Kyle." I
nodded. "Nice!" he added.

"That's what I told him!" Said Mike. Mike was still running commando and I
still had on my jam bottom.

"So do I get to see this -- payment you owe Kyle?"

"That might be a little weird ... for Kyle." Said Mike, making it obvious
the he would be the most wierded out over it.

I said, "I think I know a way to make it more fair ... to me."

"What's that?" Said Mike.

"While I blow you ... you can kiss Andy."

"Don't push your luck ... sucker!" He giggled.

Andy extricated himself from Mike. "Maybe I can help you get ready for
Kyle?" Said Andy. Can I get it hard for you?"

"After the last time, I think I owe you that much! Maybe make amends for
being such a jerk then!" Said Mike.

Andy grabbed Mike's dick and gave it a few flips. It started to get swelled
up. (Mine would have already been hard!) He kept doing it and after longer
than I'd have guessed, it was finally at attention. Andy looked at me and
said, "I guess you're up!"

"I looked from Mike's long dong to Andy, licking his lips. "Um -- since I
won the bet, and since you won't grant me that extra favor ... will you let
me pass the assignment to someone else?" I nodded to Andy. Andy smiled up
at Mike.

"Uh-huh." Said mike seriously, then he smiled slightly ... "Sure! If Andy
wants to."

"Can I do it my way?" Asked Andy, grinning.

"You're choice!" Said Mike.

Andy again stroked slowly, and Mike's dick seemed to grow thicker in his
hand. He kept that up, but started to suck on his titties. Mike sat on the
couch and then lay back on it and closed his eyes. Andy lifted mike's wrist
with his free hand and sucked on his fingers, then licked up into his
friend's arm pit. I was sure that Mike would complain, but he just sighed
and moaned.

Andy then kissed his neck and pulled on his ear a little with his
teeth. Mike giggled and sighed again. His mouth was curled up into a slight
open mouthed smile. Then Andy kissed Mike's lips.

"No. boss, let's not go there." Was all Mike said, gently. I saw love in
both their eyes. Andy shrugged and licked, sucked and kissed his way down
to Mike's gold, all the while, stroking him slowly. When Andy put his lips
around the head of Mike's rod, Mike shrieked and took a sharp intake of
air, then an explosive, shuddering hiss. I looked at his face, eyes by now
closed tightly, mouth slightly open and there was a mix of excitement and
delight and ... worry, as he panted tentatively.

As Andy started to bob slowly at first, then increasing in speed, Mike's
breathing started to increase, with slight cries and moans escaping his
open mouth. I wanted so badly to put my mouth on it, but restrained myself.

I was unconsciously rubbing my own crotch, which was hard as a rock and had
popped its head out the top of my jam bottom. With my free had I reached
out and gently stroked Mike's forehead and back on to his crew cut head. He
shuddered and grabbed my hand.

I was afraid he was going to toss it away, but instead, he squeezed it and
for the first time opened his eyes, looking almost fearful, and when he saw
my eyes, inches away from his, he smiled, seemingly relieved and closed his
eyes again and brought the palm of my hand to his cheek and held it there.

Mike's breathing was steadily increasing in speed and intensity, and again
his eyes were clenched closed. He started to moan loudly, then pant hard,
while making guttural sounds ... "Commmmm ... Minggggg, Kyle!" He opened
his eyes and looked surprised to see my face. He grabbed the back of my
head and pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply, as his guttural sounds
reached full intensity, then pulled back to high pitched moans. He pulled
me on top of himself ... as much as possible, and my face into his neck,
with Andy still securely clamped on to his softening meat.

He held me close and disengaged Andy with his feet, pushing him up and
away. Andy sat on the floor next to Mike and me and pouted, then said, "I
need someone to kiss me."

"That wouldn't be me." Said Mike, breathlessly. My eyes were closed before
Andy spoke. I was pretty much in heaven for a short moment. I opened my
eyes and looked into the face a teary eyed Andy. Mike pushed our heads
together, and I experienced the almost acrid, but one of the most exciting
taste treats of my life, as Andy kissed my mouth, and released a large
amount of Mike's serum. It was my turn to moan as I swirled it around in my
moth and then swallowed it, trying to let it coat my entire mouth and
throat.

Luckily insult wasn't perceived as injury by Andy ... because he could not
see what Mike had done to me at the end of his orgasm. But ... it gave me a
hope I never even conceived of before the event.

Mike then muscled me to his far side and pulled Andy down next to him and
hugged us both, saying, "You guys are really something else! I can't
remember feeling so close to anyone in my life! I really mean that! It
tells me a lot about the shallow relationships I've had with girls. I hope
I can find one that will mean this much to me! At least I now have a
standard from which to judge it! I love you guys so much!"

I heard him talking to both of us, but only Mike and I knew the intensity
of our newfound love for each other. I didn't mind that Andy was over there
holding Mikes other side. He was after all, Mike's best friend. But ... I
was on his right side ... in more ways that one ... I was SURE of it!

Even though it was mid-morning, we all fell asleep again in that
position. When I woke up, I was clinging to the edge of the bed. I looked
over and Andy was locked securely on to the other edge. Mike was gone. I
heard something out in the kitchen. I gingerly climbed out of bed and went
to the kitchen. Mike immediately giggled when he saw the tent on my sleep
shorts.

"Looks like you need to go in and pee!"

"I don't need to pee!" I responded. "Maybe if you weren't standing over
there at the stove completely nude, I wouldn't be this way!" Then I
giggled, pointing to my own boner.

"Oh, Hi, Andy!" said Mike, looking beyond me. "Look, don't make too much of
what happened this morning. I guess I got a little carried away ... I
suppose it was the sexual high or something, but ... well ...? I just had
an amazing experience with my old best friend and my new best friend.

"When you two went to sleep, I could not." He continued. "As I came down
from my sexual and emotional high, I got up and came out here to
think. Before this morning, I would have not admitted or even imagined that
I could enjoy that as much as I did. I don't know what to think of it
now. I can't promise I'll ever want to do any of that again , but if I get
in a similar situation ... I guess I am open to it. Does any of this make
sense to you?"

For my part, I could not wait to get him by himself, so that he could tell
me his real feelings for me without hurting Andy's feelings. I know what I
felt and ... it has not gone away. Mike and I didn't meet to have sex or to
even be boyfriends. Our friendship came naturally, based on certain
similarities and interests. I think all relationships would be better if
they started out that way.

We ate the breakfast that Mike made for us, and when we were finishing,
Mike excused himself. He went to the bathroom and closed the door. Guess he
had some serious business in there! Andy turned to me and said, "Well, that
was kinda bogus!"

Oh no! I didn't think Andy knew!

"What's that?" I said innocently.

"I really thought he wanted to be friends again. It seems he only wants to
get you and me together!"

"Huh?!!" I said. "NOooo -- Mike did talk about you before I made him call
you and - "

"Wha -- aat? You MADE him call me? No one makes Michael Newberry do
anything!"

"No ... he was actually crying -- telling me about how he lost you
... being a jerk. I bet him that you probably wished he would call and
apologize. That was hard for him! If you had not shown up so immediately, I
would have sucked his dick and that would have been the end of it. But
... you DID show up. I know that made him happy ... and more excited than
I've seen him since I met him."

"Aw -- you poor baby!" said Andy. "And you didn't even get to get the
benefit of winning the bet."

"It was okay. I got more than I bargained for! I think hurting you messed
him up more than even he realized. I saw him happier this morning than any
time since we've met."

"Don't go in that bathroom for the next hour or so ... There's toxic gas in
there!" Said Mike, coming back from the bathroom, having closed the
door. "What made me happy?"

"I was just telling Andy how happy you are that he's back in your life."

"Omigosh! You got that right!" Said Mike, happily.

Andy beamed. "Listen, I gotta fly, Bud! I'll call you later. Maybe we can
double date or something."

"OH! You dating girls now?"

"Naw, but ... Art and I aren't exactly exclusive. See yah!"

As soon as Andy was out the door, I walked over to Mike and hugged him
close. "Alone at last!" I said.

"Um -- er -- thanks! What was that for?"

"I'm so glad that Andy's back in your life, Mike! But I'm also glad that
you chose me. At least Andy has another guy. We don't want him getting hurt
again."

"Um -- what do you mean ... I chose you?"

"Well, obviously ... when Andy tried to kiss you, you said no way. But then
when I didn't even try to kiss you ... you grabbed me and kissed my lights
out! I can't tell you how - "

"Kyle ... stop!" He said soberly. "What happened this morning was -- well,
obviously -- more awesome than I could have imagined. But Kyle -- I meant
it ... what I said earlier. I was just on a ... um ... sexual high or
something. Kissing you came pretty easily, because I really like you ...a
lot ... but not that way! I'm sorry if - "

"Oh God!" I said. "I feel so stupid! You must think I'm a real idiot!"

"No -- I don't, Kyle. And -- if we do something like that again -- and I
definitely might be game for that -- I really liked it! But ... I might get
carried away again. I just don't want you to take it seriously. I really am
sorry, but ... I just don't have those feelings about you ... or any
guy. Kyle -- seriously -- I'm just not wired that way ... for whatever
reason. Oh crap1 I've done it again, Haven't I? Kyle ... I'm sorry. I
really like you. Do you think it's possible to just be friends?"

After a large sigh hissed out of my throat, I said, "I guess it's good to
find it out now." I said, feeling like I'd lost something dear ... which
apparently I never had in the first place!

After I got home, I started to think a little. I really wanted someone a
little more -- um -- maybe more mature than Mike ... I mean for a
partner. A little more mature than me! I want someone to show me what
growing up is like. I mean ... of course ... when I decide to settle
down. But by then maybe I'll have enough experience and it won't be an
issue.

I started to think of some of my teachers that -- though I couldn't have
identified it at the time ... I had crushes on them! My fourth, fifth,
sixth grade teachers and my 7th grade home room teacher. All of them were
cute guys and extra nice to me. I wonder now if they were liking me the
same way I was them! Only one ever came close to coming on to me. It was my
7th grade track coach. He asked me to come to his country club for a
weekend to work, one on one, with my track and swimming skills. At 13, I
really wanted to go! My parents "saw through" that and declined to let me
go. I really was disappointed!

I definitely liked what Mike and Andy and I did. I hoped that Mike would be
open to more ... and really -- he didn't rule it out, did he?

The next weekend Mike came over again. Bob from across the street dropped
over -- as he still did often -- to "see" me. Of course we still did more
than just "see" each other sometimes. He still claimed not to be gay, but
apparently was somewhat frustrated. I don't think he dated much.

"Oh -- you have a friend over already." He said, clearly disaapointed.

"Hey!" Said Mike. "I'm Mike. Kyle and I have some classes together. And
you're ... ?"

"Oh, sorry! This is my -- um - friend -- Bob. He and I have -- um -- known
each other since I moved to this neighborhood in 4th grade."

"Cool." Said Mike. "You play any sports?"

"A little football." He said, looking embarrassed. "I mostly was a bench
warmer. The coach played me just enough to get my letter."

"That's okay! Not everyone is the star! Play any golf?"

"Only on the computer. Kyle and I - "

"Yeah, Kyle has told me about that." Said Mike. He turned to me. "Speaking
of sports," he said looking at my parents, "I found an interesting site the
other day. It's video of bunch of one on one action. Some of the stuff is
pretty funny!"

"Let's go look at it!" I said, and they followed me to my room. When we got
there, Mike closed my door. He sat at my computer and typed in an
address. All of a sudden a bunch of naked guys and girls popped up.

"Sports?" I said.

"Oh yeah -- some of these guys are really good sports!" Laughed Mike.

"What's that?" Said Bob, pointing to one particular link. Mike clicked on
it.

We watched open mouthed as two guys and a girl got it on. At one point the
girl was sucking one of the guys and the two guys were kissing. I looked at
Bob and he was rubbing his pants.

I decided it was too risky doing this with my parents just in the living
room. "Um -- we can do this another time -- huh?" I said.

"I never considered a three-some with two guys!" Said Mike defensively." I
didn't mention that I saw him licking his lips, after initially looking
away. I hoped I knew why. Was he remembering our morning together?

Notes: Comments are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks
and ... Love, Steve