Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2011 21:29:47 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Outcoming - Chapter 25

Kyle's Outcoming - Chapter 25

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.
Karston -- Kevin's Friend
Nick Graziano -- Next door neighbor

From Chapter 24:

I closed my eyes once more and pulled Nick close to my body as I dug my
fingers deeply into his shoulder muscles, making him groan pleasurably
again.  My boner was pressed between us and was throbbing noticeably, but
we both just ignored it.  Or ... I think he did -- maybe -- as I could not
think of anything else.

Nick's arms came around my back and he clenched me closely, effectively
stopping me from any more rubbing.  He whispered quietly, "I think that's
probably enough.  I have some deep thinking to do."  It was then I noticed
that mine wasn't the only hardness between us.

Nick thanked me and said goodbye to his boyhood bud - and Kevin -- grabbed
his Speedo, stepped into it and loped easily over to and then over the top
of the fence.

"Wow!"  Said my brother.  "He runs and jumps like some animal from deep in
Africa!

I don't think either Kevin or Mike knew what went on between Nick and me.
They might have if they weren't both trying to absorb what just had
happened between themselves.

"I probably should be getting home.  Will you be home for dinner tonight,
Kye-kye?"

"Um -- not sure -- but -- um -- oh!  Tell Mom not to plan on it, but I WILL
be home to sleep tonight."

I wasn't sure how Mike and I were going to handle what just happened, but I
didn't want to assume staying over.

Chapter 25:

Mike and I got out of the spa and went in and did some studying.  Yeah, we
really DID study this time.  I think both of us were worried about ... what
each of us was doing an hour earlier -- and weren't considering
... anything with each other.  But both of us were still not willing to
bring any of it up.

"Hello!"  Yelled Bette.  Neither she or Tommy ever intruded on us without
announcing themselves.

"Hi Mom."  Said Mike.

"You two getting your studies done?  Good.  Obviously you've been in the
spa too.  That surely seems to have helped a lot!  Te doctor didn't think
you'd give up your crutches so quickly.  Thank you so much, Kyle, for all
your time and effort here!"

"My brother came today, and - "I swallowed hard, " - and he seems to have a
knack I don't have with ... with - "

"Kye's afraid of hurting me.  Maybe because both Kevin and I are football
players -- he seems to know what ... er ... how far to push me."

I don't know if Bette picked up on the strain in both our voices.  She
fixed some macaroni and cheese for us and a salad.  Tommy came home just in
time for dinner.  "You're late tonight, Tom."

"Yeah, one of the older ladies really begged me for some extra coaching.
She wants to beat her husband!"  He laughed.  "Sorry.  I hope you weren't
worried."

"You're just in time to eat with me and the boys."  I felt a very warm
feeling almost hug me ... as she called us boys.  I still FEEL like a boy.
I looked over at Mike ... in his eyes ... maybe for the first time since
Nick and Kevin left.  They looked sad.  That made me sad.

"You boys seem more serious than usual.  Is everything okay?"  asked Tommy.

"Um -- Yeah!"  Mike said a little too quickly.  "Um -- we -- um -- have
been really making good -- um -- progress with my limbering up -- um --
stuff -- you know?  Kevin and Nick both came over and -- I dunno -- Kevin
seems to -- um -- kind of get me more -- you know?  He's not afraid of
hurting me like Nick `n Kye are.  Probably because we're both footballers
-- or something.  He really gave me a working over!"

"Yeah, you always did kind of like pain."  Said Tommy.  "Haha!  Remember
when I used to spank you -- you know before you got bigger than me?  Haha!
Even then, you'd say things like, `C'mon Pop, is that all you got?'  It
made me mad at first then I started to get the humor in it.  I'd swear that
any moment ... well, never mind.  You liked it ... sometimes."

"Oh my gosh!"  Said Mike.  "I forgot about that!  I thought you were about
the coolest dad there ever was."

"What's wrong with this picture?"  I thought to myself.  Tommy would spank
Mike and Mike liked it?

"I have rhubarb pie in the fridge -- if anyone's interested."

I almost choked on my saliva~!  "I LOVE rhubarb pie!"  I drooled.

There was a familiar knock on the door, and Nick stuck his head in.
"What's up?"  He said.  Everyone looked at Mike.

"Oh -- I -- um -- called and asked Nick to come over.  I have some
questions to ask you."  Said Mike, as if that explained everything.  "And
you may as well have some rhubarb pie since you're here."

After the pie, Mike, Nick and I went again out to the hot tub. "So -- what
was it you wanted to ask me?"  Asked Nick.

"Mike looked at me then back to Nick.  "It's okay with me -- if it's okay
with you."  Said Nick.

"How come you don't need to ... um ... suck blood?  I thought that's what
vampires do?"

Nick smiled -- a kind of tired smile.  "When we were first turned ... me
and my companion, that's how it was.  We felt an overwhelming urge for
... blood.  Well, so we started to -- suck on each other -- you know places
other people couldn't see."

You sucked on each other?"

"You know -- blood, that is.  We couldn't do it on the neck -- like some
vamps do -- it would too easily be seen afterwards -- before it healed --
you know?  We hear quickly, but not THAT fast.  And it didn't take too long
before - "

"Where?"  Said Mike.  "Where did you -- um -- bite each other?"

"I wish you wouldn't ask that."

"You mean -- you sucked blood from each others' dicks?"

"No!  Of course not!  But it's nearly as embarrassing.  We found that the
skin and tissue in the glute was the softest and -- the easiest to bite."

"No kidding?"  Mike said, smirking, "You sucked blood from each others'
butts?"

"You see?  THAT'S why I didn't want to have to explain it.  You make it
sound like we sucked it directly from each other's butt hole!"

"I know -- sorry!  I couldn't resist."

"Anyway -- that was probably the best thing we coulda done."

"Why?"

"Well, you know they help people from stopping smoking sometimes by making
the experience so nasty it has a bad connotation. That's kind how it worked
for us.  We forced ourselves to do it, and when we were moved away from
each other, we found ways to get together just long enough for that."

"And because it was gross sucking on someone's ass, you lost your desire
for it?"

"It didn't happen quite that way.  Sucking on another vamp is like -- um --
oh!  Remember how we used to lock lips and breathe back and forth until one
us first had to stop?"

"Wait a minute!"  I said.  "YOU guys -- you tough footballers -- locked
lips when others weren't looking?"

"Not to kiss!"  Said Mike.  It all started when we took a CPR class
together -- in ninth grade.  We thought it was cool to be partners until it
dawned on us: Back then the main way of resuscitation was mouth to mouth.
As partners we had to practice mouth to mouth on our partner.  Then one
night, I wondered -- how long we could do it -- back and forth -- before
one of us gave up."

"How long DID it take?"  I asked.

"Haha!  I don't remember, but we were almost inseparable -- like brothers,
but maybe closer -- and so that became our favorite pass time -- when we'd
sleep over -- which was 2 -- 3 times a week." Said Mike, getting more and
more excited as he recounted it.

"Anyway ... " Said Nick, "sucking vamp blood is kinda like that.  It's not
very satisfying as you pass old blood back and forth.  You need -- like --
you know ... fresh blood.  We kind of lost interest."

"And you don't need fresh blood anymore?"

"Didn't say that.  There are always enough wild animals around -- even if
they are just stray cats or dogs -- but wild hogs or rabbits will do too.
It's just not required to get it from a human -- and we DID lose our
appetite for that ... with our mutual butt sucking!"

"You say that as if it's a bad thing!"  I said, to break the tension.  It
worked.

"Both of us -- my comp and I - are profuse sweaters!  So yeah, it was
sometimes really gross.  Especially after he was transferred and we had to
grab a moment whenever we could.  We would fake like we needed to use the
toilet.  And we would both go together -- because no missionary goes
anywhere without a comp -- and we'd get out of sight from the others and
run about a mile -- we're very fast -- and quickly do our deed.  And after
running a 30 second mile -- would you believe it -- both our butts were
soaked with sweat!  It's kinda funny thinking back on it, but it wasn't so
funny then."

"So you have no more desire to suck human blood?"  I asked.

"No.  That was the good effect of that practice."

"Oh my gosh!  I almost forgot about the closed-mouth breathing thing.
Remember -- we'd hold each other's noses."  Said Mike.

"And YOU were usually the one to give up first."  laughed Nick.

"Nuh-uh!  Protested Mike.  "It was pretty even -- but I won more than you
did.  I was better at it than you!"

"No way -- your memory has deteriorated with age!"

"And I'll bet I still am!"

"You're ON, sucker!"

"Who're YOU calling a sucker?"  Challenged Mike.

"Oh, I'm SO gonna wipe your nose in this one!"  said Nick.

They grabbed each other and held one another's noses and I said, "Um -- it
may be better if you don't do that out here in the 104 degree water."

"He's right -- let's go to your room!"  Said Nick, not backing down, but
seeing my logic.

We were laughing and cutting up as usual as we passed by Tommy and Bette
and went to Mike's room and closed the door.

"Oh yeah -- we used to do it lying down so we didn't have to expend any
more energy than necessary.

So Mike and Nick -- only clad in towels -- lay down on the bed and started
to "cross-ventilate" each other. I was mesmerized as they blew air back and
forth.  Finally, Mike almost blew apart from Nick and conceded, "Okay --
you win!  But it has to be because you're now somehow different!"

"Okay, I gotta try that!"  I said with more relish than I intended.  I
started for Mike, but Nick just grabbed me and pulled me down on to the bed
and we locked lips.  He pinched my nose and so I reciprocated.  We started
breathing back and forth, and I could feel myself getting weaker with each
breath, and ... I'm sure blood was leaving my brain and settling somewhere
half way down my body: I boned up like a donkey.  I was no longer
breathing, I was panting into his mouth and it felt like he was humping me
like a dog.

I gave up first, but it was because I started to laugh.  I barely had time
to take a huge breath when Nick pulled me back and kissed me deeply, with a
soft tender tongue.  I was lost in the kiss.  When we came up for air from
that one, I collapsed on the bed and then realized -- Mike was watching it
all!

"Oh my gosh!  I am so sorry!  I've never ... oh fuck!  Oh - I mean -- Did I
actually just say what I heard come out of my mouth?  I can't remember ever
saying that before.  What's come over me?"  Nick blurted out.  I was
feeling about the same as Nick was trying to express.  We both looked at
Mike and his mouth was just hanging open, his eyes almost glazed over.

"Mike -- Mikey!  I'm so sorry!  I didn't -- I mean -- I've never done
anything like that!"  Continued Nick.  "It's just that -- I've never felt
-- I mean ... um ... I guess I better go."

"Maybe you both better go." Mike said.  He still looked at least as shocked
as I felt.  He didn't seem angry or ... even hurt.  More confused, I guess.
We both looked around and Nick just seemed to evaporate from our presence.

"Mike -- Mikey - " I said, very self consciously aware I had just parroted
what Nick had just uttered.

"No -- don't even try."  Said Mike.  "I -- I -- just need some time to --
um -- think -- or something.

I was crushed.  What was happening between us?  "Mikey, I don't want to
leave you like this -- I mean -- that was just rude -- what we did.  It
just kind of hap - "

"There is no explanation, Kye."  He said. "You should go."  I turned to
leave, feeling like a piece of putrefied shit.  "Kye - " I turned and
looked into his eyes.  "Kye, it's not -- it's not -- like -- I don't know
what to think, Babe.  I'm not mad or -- I just -- guess -- I'm a little
confused."

"Confused??!!"  I said.  "Having done what I just did and you're `a little
confused'?  I would think that you would be - "

"Well, I'm not -- at least not -- right -- now. I mean after all, what I
did with your brother -- earlier -- it's all so confusing.  I really just
need time to think."  Shit!  I forgot about Mike and Kevin!

"Mm-hm."  I said, backing toward his bedroom door.  I couldn't leave like
that.  I came back and hugged him, laying my head on his shoulder.  He
reciprocated.  He let out a shuddering gasp -- about the same time as I
released a high pitched sob.  I pulled my head back and looked deeply into
his eyes, both of us with tears pooling in our eyes.  "Yeah -- I really
should be going.  Mike?" He nodded.  "I will always love you."

"Yeah -- I know -- me too."

I walked out and through the living room to the front door in a
daze. "G'bye, Kye."  Said Tommy.

"We surely love that you love our boy so much, Kyle."  Said Bette.  "I
guess Nick's still here, huh?"

"No -- he left a few minutes ago."

"Hmph."  Said Tommy.  "We've been here the whole time.  We didn't see him
pass through here -- did we, B?"  He said almost seeming confused.

"Bye."  I said.

I almost ran to my car and started it.  I bucked my seat belt and turned on
the lights.  Standing directly in front of me was -- Nick!  He walked to
the passenger door.  He got in and I drove around the corner and stopped.
"Kye, I'm so sorry!  Sometimes I do things that I don't understand.  I have
so much to learn about ... vampiring.  I dunno if that's part of my new
aggressiveness or that I`m -- um -- I just don't know.  Should I go back
and talk to Mikey?"

"I -- I -- don't think he wants to talk right now."  I said.

"He may not want to ever talk to me again.  That's not how I - "

"No, it's not like that -- or at least I don't THINK it is.  He's as
confused as you and I are. Remember what he and my brother did earler?
He's confused about that too."

"Ohh -- Yeah! -- That was -- um -- weird -- wasn't it?  Well, okay.  You're
sure I shouldn't go back and - "

"Pretty sure." I said then added, "And you may have trouble explaining to
Tommy and Bette how you got by them without them seeing you."

"Oh.  Yeah.  I gotta think about that kind of stuff -- if I'm gonna be able
to lead any kind of normal life.  Well, see you later, Kye."  He said,
getting out of the car.  "I love -- er -- I love that you are my friend and
that you and Mikey know about me.  It makes it so much easier that two
other guys know about me.  It's hard to live ... alone ... you know?"

"Yeah."  I said, but ... I didn't.  He closed the door and I made the
mistake of blinking and ... he was gone.  I wondered if I would ever get
used to that.

"You're back earlier than we expected."  Said my mom, when I walked in the
back door.

"Yeah, well ... we got our studying done earlier."  I said.

"Your pop and Kevin are in the living room watching -- what else --
football.  You might like to watch with them.  I'll be bringing in some
dessert in a few minutes."

"I already ate dessert."  I said, absentmindedly.

"Mmhm- and we know you would never eat TWO desserts, don't we, now!"  She
said sarcastically.

I went in and flopped down next to Kevin on the small love seat.  There was
barely space for the two of us.  Dad was across the room from us on the
couch.  They were engrossed in a long pass into the end zone.  After it was
caught, my brother grabbed me and pulled me close into his body.
"Everything all right, Peewee?"

He hasn't called me that in years.  "I -- guess."  I said looking at my
dad.  He looked approvingly at his two sons ... lovingly attached at the
hip ... and the side ... and several other places.  Kevin kissed the top of
my head.

"Good."  He said.  "We'll talk later." He whispered in my ear.

Mom came out with a tray with full bowls of vanilla ice cream topped by
cherry pie filling for each of us.  "You two look cozy!"  She said, handing
us each a bowl.

"We're lucky our sons get along so well, Hon." My dad said.  "Must have a
lot to do with some great mothering!"  She went and snuggled up next to
Dad.  She didn't have ice cream for herself but she spooned some into my
dad's mouth.  He kissed her sweetly.

"Is there any doubt how we should treat our sweethearts, Peewee?"  Said my
brother boldly.  Mom and Dad both giggled.

I wanted to -- al at once - laugh, weep, shout and cry out in frustration.
I felt like I was growing up too fast.  I loved being an adult -- but hated
leaving childhood.  I wondered why my brother had decided to call me
Peewee, while at the same time both Mike's and my mom had called us boys.

"I know," was all my brother said, later after we were in bed when I told
him what I had been experiencing.  After a long silence, he added, "I might
be a few years older than you, but ... I too feel like my childhood is
fleeing away behind me faster than your new friend, Nick can run across the
lawn.  Then -- then you come and snuggle up to me and it feels so
reassuring that we will always have each other ... and we never have to
grow up -- with each other -- does that make any sense?"

My response was to snuggle up to him again.  "And ... what about you new
friend?"

"Huh?"

"You two look like more than friends.  You and he and ... Mike ... you guys
aren't ... um ... "

"No!"  I said, releasing my hold on Kevin.

"Oh."  He said.

When he didn't continue, I said, "I know that you didn't know or intend to
make Mike respond in the way he did this afternoon.  But ... how did it
make you feel?"

"Phew!"  He said.  "That's a hard one."

"Well, it WAS!"

"Huh?"

"Both of you had hard ones."  I quipped.

"Yeah -- about that - " he started, "um -- that's what I sort of wanted to
talk to you about tonight."  He waited for a response, but when none came,
he said, "Kye-kye -- I understand why you love him so much."

"You mean Mike?"  I said, before the implication hit me.

"Of course ... who else?  He is about the sweetest guy I've ever known --
of course that doesn't include you.  You'll always be my Peewee -- no
matter how big or old you get.  But Mike -- he's something -- I can't quite
put my finger on it -- he's -- um - "

"You love him too, don't you Kev?"

He rolled over to his back, leaving me feeling cold without his body heat.
I moved to my edge of the bed.

"Is it so ... obvious?"

"Maybe not to anyone else.  But -- I can tell."  I said

"I don't know what to do with it.  He's your man!  How're YOU gonna deal
with it?"

"Me?  Deal with you being in love with my boyfriend?"

"I never said I was in love with him."  He said, not really denying it, but
...  "But -- no, not dealing with my feelings.  How are you going to deal
with your budding feelings for Nick -- and also them being best friends?"

"FUCK!"  I whisperered.  "Is this what adulthood is like?  I hate it.  How
did you know?"

"I suppose the same way you know about my feelings for Mike. I know you,
Squirt! And ... come here!  I don't like you way over there!"

I again snuggled up close to my protector.  He pulled me even closer and
hugged me almost desperately with his strong arms.  I could tell -- even
without words -- he knew my thoughts.

We didn't come to any conclusions or reasons for our confused state.  But
we did ... let's call it ... sublimated ... our frustrations in each
other's bodies.  Is that our immaturity showing ... or was that part of our
maturing?

Kevin Woke me up.  "Time to get up Peewee. I gotta get back to school.  I
love you!"

He kissed my forehead and walked out, flipping the light on.  I closed my
eyes against the brightness, and when my eyes were accustomed, I got up and
mindlessly went about getting ready for classes.

Mindlessly, because it was something I could do by rote, as my mind raced
through the last 24 hours.  I wondered how Mike and I would act when I
picked him up.  Could he know how my brother felt about him?  He couldn't
miss how I was "connected" with Nick.  Is this what growing up is?  If so
... it SUCKS!

Note: Thanks for all your email -- even you that don't like the turn this
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