Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2009 16:32:51 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Out-Coming - Chapter 5

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 - Mike's dad.
Bob -- Old best friend
Jorge -- New friend

>From Chapter 4:


"Papi -- I just want to be wanted and ... to want someone to want me to
feel the same. Just for now!"


I know. It was calculated ... I saw his resolve crumbling when I called him
that!


"Maybe like your friend's padre -- just for tonight -- and let mañana take
care of itself."


"Can you do that?" I said. "¿Es posible?"


"Sí, mi hijo, sí." He said, almost reluctantly. He sighed. I guess I wore
him down. Or ... he LET me wear him down. Whatever it was, I wanted it
... I could almost taste it!

Chapter 5

My cell phone rang. "Hi!" I said. I saw Mike's I.D.

"Hi yourself! You sound happy. Have things taken a turn for the better with
your friend?"

"Maybe." I said coyly, looking at Jorge. He gave me a cute querying look.

"Is it too late to go over there tonight?" Asked Mike.

"I'm here now."

"Oh! Um ... I'm not sure ... um ... do you think you want my dad to know
that you're ... you know ... ?"

"Oh. I -- um - <<SIGH!>> I dunno. Whatta you think?"

"Maybe it can wait `til tomorrow?"

"Good then." I said. "Just a minute." I pressed the mute button on my
phone. "Jorge, they can't come tonight. How about tomorrow?"

"I work tomorrow, but maybe en la noche?"

"Mike -- how about tomorrow night?"

"After your driving range practice?" Mike said. "Dad, do you want to go
over there tomorrow night?"

"Tell su amigo to plan on staying tomorrow night at least! He doesn't need
to pay for another night at that hotel!"

"Jorge said to tell your dad to plan to stay at least tomorrow night,
anyway. That way he can move his stuff out of the hotel in the morning."

Mike relayed that to his dad. "EXCELLENT!" I heard his dad say.

"You heard him. We'll all go over there tomorrow night after practice."

"Jorge -- They know that you're gay -- I hope it was okay to tell them."

"Of course. It is what I am!" he said as if he'd always felt that way.

Which made what I said next a bit harder. "Papi -- Mike knows I'm gay --
but his dad doesn't."

"And you would like me to help you keep this deception?" He said, but not
accusingly.

"Yes?" I grimaced.

"No problemo Hijo. I was once your age. ¡Infierno! I was once 30!" He
grinned.

"You still seem like 30!" I said. He grinned even wider.

He walked to me and put his arms around me. He looked deeply into my
eyes. "Hijo, I am taking you for -- (que se dice?)
 -- at your word?" I smiled querulously. "I will follow your
lead. Remember? This is only for tonight. But ... Since you already lead me
last night ... I will do for you what you have done for me."

I wanted to tell him not to worry about that. But then it occurred to me
that he deserved to know what it feels like to give me pleasure. I pulled
him to his bedroom. We again undressed each other. I was so glad I thought
of this. At least for me, it was a real turn on. It was obvious he liked it
too.

All the while he was jerking me off, he kept eye contact with me. I didn't
know what a turn on that could be either. I never did that with Bob or
Mike! I felt myself building. I asked him to go slower. He kept watching my
eyes. We kissed and he moaned. I guess he liked doing me!

When I could wait no longer, I said, "Go for it, Papi! Go fast!"

He did and we kissed and I wondered if my head or body would explode. They
didn't. But they filled with the orgasmic excitement and feeling. I was
breathing extremely deeply and panting loudly, crying out my pleasure
... but not too loud. I was still aware that he had neighbors. When I was
finished, rather than feeling exhausted -- as I usually did, I felt
energized. I grabbed him and kissed him deeply and long, amazed that the
feeling didn't disappear when the spasms stopped.

I was moaning when I heard it: "Oh -- Hijo! Te amo ... Te amo, Hijo!"

I immediately grabbed his uncut meat and started to jerk it up and down --
maybe two or three times before he was crying out as I had and I again
kissed him and his spooge came bounding out of his foreskin, coating my
hand and all of his meat ... as well as again thoroughly dremnching his
pubes.

We lay side by side for a good ten minutes, while we regained our regular
heart beats.

"I gotta go home tonight, Papi."

"I know. School, huh?"

"Yeah." I said, as I reluctantly got out of the bed. I looked down and saw
that there was cum all over the front of me. "Um -- would it be okay for me
to take a quick shower before I get dressed? Do you have a towel I can
use?"

"Of course. The towels are in the cabinet just outside the bathroom door."

I got up and padded to the bathroom. I turned the water on and got in the
shower. I pulled back the curtain and hollered, "Papi -- will you come and
shower with me?"

"¡Sí! ¡Oh, Sí, mi hijo!" He said and joined me. He insisted on washing
me. It felt so good to have his soapy hands glide all over me. When he got
to my dick, he bent over and blew on it -- and giggled. I shivered! I
closed my eyes and thought any second I might feel his lips around it. But
he came back up and kissed me again as he stroked my again throbbing pole
between my legs. When I shot my load the second time I almost fainted but
he caught me and kissed me deeply.  When I went to reciprocate, he said,
"No-no, no esta vez. Esto es su vuelta. It is your turn!"

We dried off and he followed me to the bedroom and sat on the bed -- nude
as he watched me dress. Before I left, he said, "What I said earlier, Hijo
- "

"- that you love me? I know. It's what I felt last night ... I feel it
now. But -- it will probably go away."

"Will it?" He said.

I came back to the bed and leaned down to him. I knelt and picked up his
soft penis, its contents safely ensconced in it's hood. He sat and watched
curiously as I fingered it and before it got too hard, I quickly put my
mouth around it and sucked some of the juice out. I shuddered at the strong
taste, then came up to kiss his mouth.

His eyes were closed and his lips already parted. "There's so much more I'd
like to show you!" I said. I pushed him down onto the bed, and climbed onto
his naked body and held him for several moments before getting off him and
walking out the door. "Adios, Hijo Dulce!" He said softly. "Te amo!"

I thought about that all the way home. "Te amo". Did he really love me
... or think he did? Because that's how I felt last night. As I pulled up
to my house, I tried to remember my own reaction to his "Te amo" but by
that time ...by the time I got home the feeling left me.

"How did last night go?" Asked Mike.

"Do you really want to know?"

"No details, please! But are you still going to be seeing him?"

"Maybe ... probably. I like him a lot!"

"Is he really ... 42?"

"Yeah. Don't say it. I even get all ... EW ... if I try to make sense of
it."  We were in our chem. Lab and setting up an experiment. "What do you
think of it?" I asked Mike.

"I hate to get judgmental on you, Kye. On the surface, it seems crazy. But
... If that's what you like ... who's business is it ... but yours? I have
to say ... I'm more than a little interested to meet him. I kind of wonder
if my dad will wonder something. Well, if he moves in with your guy
... what's his name?"

"Jorge."

"Oh yeah ... Hor-Hey. If Dad moves in. it will be hard to keep it a secret
-- very long."

"I suppose." I said.

After school we met Tommy and went to the driving range. I was catching on
to the golf swing, so we went on to the practice putting green. I took my
stance and Tommy chuckled. He came up behind me and thrust his pelvis right
into my bum. "Suck in your butt and your gut! You want to make the putter
an extension of your arms. And they will become a pendulum."

I was supposed to do a bucket of balls per day, but since this day, we
weren't to meet Jorge until 3 hours after school was out, we practiced a
lot longer. By the time we left the golf course, I was used to either Tommy
or Mike accosting my backside without warning. (I'm not complaining ... on
either account!)

When we got to Jorge's, he opened the door. And I said, Jorge, this is my
friend, Mike and his dad, ... well, I guess I can say my friend ... Tommy."
Tommy looked at me and smiled surprisingly at that statement. Both of them
seemed shy when they shook hands. They both sized the other up almost
comically. But they also both realized that in less than a few hours, they
would be sleeping under the same roof.

We all went out to dinner to a place called "Jim's Drive-in". It was back
in Pico Rivera, where we had to go pick up Tommy's stuff from the hotel
storage room. Jim's had wonderful onion rings!


We left Jorge and Tommy at the drive-in. "Gosh that's strange!" Said Mike.


"What?"


"To see my dad go off with a guy I know is gay! "What again did you and he
... oh! Never mind!"


"Mike ... we didn't do even as much as you and I did." I told him -- though
that was a stretch of the truth.


"Oh! We DID kiss each other."


"I don't want to hear about it!"


"You don't want to hear about it or ... you don't want to be reminded how
much you liked it when I kissed you?"


Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said, "Please don't remind me
of that again, Kye. It happened. It was in the past. And ... I want to
forget it."


"Sorry." I said.


When we got to Mikes house ... I parked my car and Mike sat dead still --
for about 3 minutes. Then he opened the door, got out and said, "Well, I
guess I better get inside. See you tomorrow, huh?"


"Yeah." I said. "Maybe tomorrow you'll tell me what you couldn't just now."


He looked at me for another long moment then closed the car door and walked
to his door. He looked back before closing it.


I assumed that Mike's and my paths would cross on Tuesday ... but they
didn't. I was surprised how disappointed I felt. I wondered if he felt the
same.


As I was about to walk up to my house after school, I heard a familiar
whistle. Bob beckoned for me to come across the street. I gave him the
"Just a moment" sign and ran in and told Mom I was going over to Bob's for
awhile. "Will you be home for dinner?"


"I think so. I don't know what he wants. I'll let you know if I won't."


"Okay. He's welcome if he wants to eat stuffed bell peppers. Your brother
will be here too."


"Then just plan on us. I know that Bob will want to see Kevin."


"Okay Honey!"


I ran across the street. He was waiting for me at his door. "You're coming
for stuffed bell peppers at 6:00. Kev will be there too."


He opened the door and I followed him in. He closed the door behind me and
said in my ear, "I hope I'm cumming sometime before that! I'm so horny!"


"You and that girl I saw you with down in Lakewood - "

"Oh yeah ... that slut! She fucked my brains out all weekend! But -- that's
not what I want! And ... that was 2 weekends ago!"


"What do you want?" I asked.


"Not her! Right now I just wanna suck your dick!"


"Bob!" I said.


"I know -- it's been years since I did it. But I remember how we used to go
down on each other -- together, and it's really making me horny!"


"So you want to go down together?"


"Naw -- not this time. I've just got this hunger for your dick! I don't
know what else to tell you."


"But ... you don't want to kiss me!" I marveled.


"Ew! Nuh-uh!"


"Well, I just don't want that to happen." I said. "I've outgrown that
stuff. I can justify sex just for the sake of sex, but if you can't even
bring yourself to - "


"Kye-kye!" He whined.


"Don't call me that! That's my brother's name for me!"  I'm not sure why i
all of a sudden decided to be so pissy!


"So THAT'S it! It's Kevin who's been satisfying my cutie pie! Can I at
least get you off -- by hand?"


He looked from one eye to the other, and I could see he was hurting for
some reason. I caved. I undressed and said, "Do what ever you want, Bud."


He undressed and pushed me down on the couch. He started to jerk me off. He
looked into my eyes. I was hoping he wanted to kiss me. He said, "I just
want someone to care about me for a few minutes. Is that too much to ask?"


"No ... it's not ... go for it!" I said. I did love the guy! We'd been
through so much together! He grabbed hold of me and started to jerk me
wildly. He knew how I liked it ... after 8 years of doing me. I was getting
close ... you know what I mean -- so close that nothing mattered. I could
get this way with Bob. I trusted him that much.


When I started to take huge gulps of air, he bent down and kept jacking it
into his mouth. I lay back and extended every limb as he sucked out every
drop he could get from me. When he was finished ... when I was finished
... I asked him ... "Won't you give a little back to me?"


"Huh?"


"Give me some back ... into my mouth!" I said.


"I just don't wanna make this about me."


"But don't you see -- that's what you have done. Did you even wonder what I
wanted?"


Bob looked dubiously at me then planted a wet kiss on my mouth -- a wet
cummy kiss! I melted and grabbed him and hugged him close. And ... he
hugged me back. When it was over, he said, "It wasn't bad, Kye! Not as bad
as I imagined. It was actually better than kissing the slut! You're ... a
good kisser! When did you say dinner is?"


We went back to my house and Kevin was there. He gave us both a very
knowing look. But he couldn't guess what just happened ... Bob actually
kissed me! If only ...

I was with Mike the very next night, and we were having a mutual wank after
I helped him study the periodic table in his bedroom ... before his mom got
home from work. If Bob kissed me ... why couldn't Mike?


"Kye -- I really like you ... maybe even ... well ... I know that we've
done this a few times, but - "


"And I never got to give you that blow job!" I added.


"No ... you let your friend do that for you ... remember?"


How could I ever forget?


"But you kissed me then!" I whined -- but made it as if I was kidding
... except I wasn't!


"Yeah, and I'm sorry if that gave you the wrong impression. I got carried
away." Mike said. "I almost wish I COULD feel the same as you! I just don't
know what it would be to want to kiss another guy. I even sometimes wonder
what that feels like!"


"I've wanted you to kiss me for as long as I've know you." I grinned. "I
hope that doesn't weird you out too much!"


"Really, it feels kinda ... weird ... but -- it's actually kind of -- um --
sweet or something. I -- never had a friend as good as you, Kyle. It's odd
really -- if I can tell you something." I nodded, getting more
serious. "Kye, you're the best friend I've ever had.. Maybe I never let
myself get close to a guy before -- you know -- afraid of my own feelings
and maybe even the wrong reaction?"


I smiled and nodded again. "Kye -- I feel like I can trust you. I have
feelings. I mean -- guys aren't supposed to have feelings ... are they? But
I do. It's not a sexual feeling I have for you ... really! I've felt them
about other guys that I've ... God, I was almost ready to say loved! But
that's what it is, isn't it? A guy can love another guy without it becoming
sexual ... can't he?"


"I -- g-guess -- so." I said, wondering if he knew just how sexual my
feelings for him were.


"I mean ... it is kinda weird, knowing that you probably DO feel those
sexual feelings ... and all."


"You see, Mike!" I said. "You even seem to read my mind!"


"I just think two guys can be in sync with each other -- and it doesn't
HAVE to be about sex ... you know?"


"Well .. I guess." I said. "But ... with me ... of course it IS often about
sex."


"But ... Kye ... I'm almost afraid ... will that be -- like -- a deal
breaker between us someday? I mean if you always get turned on around me
... will that mean that you can't stand to be with me ... someday ... any
more?"


"I wish I could answer that, Mike. I want to say no. Because I feel the
same as you do. I've never felt the same about anyone. And if you ever tell
Bob that ... I'll deny it and call you a liar!" I laughed. Then I got
serious again. "But you know what, Mike?"


"What?"


"I almost don't WANT you to be gay."


"Don't worry about that!" He said quickly. "Um ... but why?"


"I'm not even sure, but I know I'd not want my brother to know even that
you and I have done ... as much as we've done! He knows about me ... and he
knows about me and Bob! But I don't think I want him to know about you and
me!"


Mike got a horrified look on his face. "Oh God no! I'd not want Kevin Tragg
to think I'm that way!"


"That way?"


"You know what I mean!" he defended. "It's just like you said. We've done
some things -- that I wouldn't care for him to know about."


"Yeah ... that's it!" I said.


"And the thing that's funny ... and kind of ironic ... is that I know very
well that even the great Kevin Tragg -- gets himself off -- probably as
much as I do! Just maybe not with other guys around."


I resisted the urge to tell Mike that Kevin didn't feel at all intimidated
to do it with me in the same room ... almost every night of our sharing a
bedroom together. He did that more than I did ... when we were together. I
imagined that I probably did it more when we were NOT together ... but I'm
not so sure about that either. I kept this to myself. I didn't want to
burst Mike's bubble!


"Hey ... I know you wanted to meet my brother. I wish I'd thought about you
the other night. He was home for dinner -- and Bob came over. We used to
play football on our street when he was in middle school."


"You played football?" Mike said incredulously.


"I was not bad at catching Kev's passes. He and I would be a team and Bob
and another guy up the street would be the other. Of course it was tag ball
... playing on the asphalt."


"Of course. So the great Kevin Tragg honed his quarterback skills throwing
passes to his little brother! How cool is that?!"


I was so proud of my big brother! "Hey -- this Friday is our last game at
Cerritos. But maybe afdter that we can go see some S.C. games. My dad goes
to every home game. He'd love some company!"


"That would be very cool! Maybe one of those nights I'll meet the legend."


"You have a way of making me feel like I'm in my brother's shadow!" I
pouted.


"Aww -- I'm sorry Kye! It's just - "


"It's okay! Kev is somewhat of a legend even in the family! Dad sure is
proud of him."


"Your dad ... is he not proud of you too?" Said Mike. "I sure am!"


I fought back a sudden teary feeling. I looked at Mike and he indeed had a
proud look on his face. "Aw -- that's just silly! What could you be proud
of me about?"


"You're smart ... you're good at all the classes I struggle with! And
you're still interested in being my friend. My BEST friend!"


I wanted to run to him and throw my arms around him! Then he said, "And
best of all ... you're Kevin Tragg's Brother!" He grinned widely.


I gave him the finger.


Both of us lost our wood in that discussion. "If we're gonna get this done
before my mom comes home we better get to it!" I giggled. We started to
wank furiously. Mike came almost immediately.


"Well!" I mused. "SOMEONE has a short fuse!"


What happened next I couldn't fully describe. He leaned over and kissed my
lips just as I started to breath hard. That got such a response that I
shook all over and moaned loudly as my spunk shot all over both of us
... because of the position he had placed himself to give me what I wanted.


"Are you okay, Michael?" his mom came home without us knowing it!  She
heard us!!!


"Yes, Mom!" He said, looking panicky for a moment. "Kyle's here and
... ummm ... he -- uhh - he just stubbed his toe on the foot of my desk!"


"Can I get you anything, Kyle?"


"NO!!  I - um - I mean - um no -- I'll be okay!" I said stifling a
laugh. Mike had stepped over to the door and turned the lock. "I just wish
I could bend enough to get my toe in my mouth! That would feel the best!" I
laughed.


She then laughed and said, "Well, maybe you can get your best friend to
suck it for you!"


We both laughed out loud at that remark. "You are very dirty boys ... like
ALL boys!" She laughed.


It then hit me ... first the kiss and then ... his mom knew I was his best
friend. He must have talked to her about that. I was touched more than Mike
even knew.  In a matter of two days, I had gotten a kiss from both of my
best friends! I didn't mention the kiss again -- to either of them. If they
wanted to talk about it ... I was open.


Saturday, we went golfing. Somehow Tommy had gotten enough coins together
to pay our green fees. I sucked ... well not literally ... which is what I
WISHED I could have been doing! Well, maybe soon. He kissed me didn't he? I
had more contact with Tommy, with his correcting my form -- using his body
to get me into position. Mike did it exactly once! And that ass hole
giggled and copped a feel when he did it!


The Saturday night was our last football game of the season. It wasn't a
big game ... we weren't that high in the league. But we still had a game
scheduled at Bakersfield. Mike's mom paid for a night in a motel in
Bakersfield. Mike asked her if she minded if his dad stayed there with
us. She said that was her plan. She knew he needed to bond with his son and
after all ... she still loved him a lot!


What we DIDN'T plan on was that Tommy asked Jorge if He wanted to go ...
The motel room had two queen sized beds. I'm sure that Mike's Mom was
thinking Mike and I would share a bed as we always did when we stayed over
with her. When we got there ... after the game ... which Bakersfield
slaughtered us at ... Mike asked if we'd mind if he slept with his
dad. That left me with Jorge!  I was sure Mike planned that!


"I'm young!" I said. "I can sleep on the floor!"


"Naw!" Said Tommy. "They have rollaways for these situations!"


"No no! This bed is plenty big for both of us, Mi hijo! ¡Usted dormirá aquí
conmigo!"  Did he just call me his child ... in front of Tommy?!! I was at
once panicky until I saw the looks on Tommy and Mike's faces. They didn't
understand a word! I relaxed. He had just told me that I was going to sleep
with him!


"¡Pues, si insiste!" I said. "¡Soy suyo!" I said, and the other two just
looked amused that we spoke Spanish to each other. They didn't have a clue
that I'd just told him "If you insist! I'm yours!"


Our motel had a 24 hour fitness and pool, so when the game was over, after
Jorge took us out for a Denny's 4th meal, we headed back to the motel for a
swim and a workout.


I felt I was pretty fit, but all three of those guys put me to shame! Tommy
had some love handles, but other than that he was fit and trim and
... buff! Jorge was fit with not more than 2 ounces of fat on him! I never
got a chance to be "with the guys" before in any normal way, so I was a
little intimidated that none of them thought anything about going nude in
the room!


I was afraid I'd spring a big one, but just like in the school locker
rooms, my innate nervousness kept it at bay. I will say though ... it was
not exactly wrinkled and shrunk like it usually is getting out of the
pool. Okay, I know you're dying to know their stats:


Mike -- or I should say ... "Mike's" like I already said is somewhat
smaller than mine ... about average, as were the other two. But ... Jorge's
uncut meat was the most exotic looking and with it's drooping foreskin,
hund down at least as low as my own!



Mike was delicious in his very clean looking body ... nearly hairless. He
is blond and his dad looks like he probably WAS blond when he was younger.


Tommy's hair is thinning and his body hair, unlike Jorge's is fine ... but
abundant enough. It was Tommy's ever-shadowy beard that kept me looking
back at him over and over. That made me drool a bit! I hoped that Mike
didn't notice me staring at his dad! Before lights out, it seemed to be
understood that all of us were sleeping commando ... eek!



Tommy's and Mike's very clean genitals were almost twins!



"Is it true what they say about being uncut, Jorge?"  Asked Tommy as if he
were asking what time it was.  "Does that keep you more sensitive for
longer?"



Jorge shrugged and smiled - somewhat embarrassed - and replied, "I don't
know, amigo.  I've never been cut!"


You know those motel drapes with the blackout drape behind them? Tommy
pulled them closed all the way. It was pitch black in there. So it was not
hard for Jorge and me to cuddle most of the night. We were quiet. I
couldn't help thinking about the other bed ... Mike and ...


In the morning, I was the first to hit the shower. I was surprised when I
heard the bathroom door open, close and lock. I was almost afraid to find
out who it was. "Dude! You guys didn't make any noise last night!" He
whispered. I hoped it was Mike!



Then the shower curtain parted and Mike stepped in. "Make room for your
best friend!" He giggled softly. Did he have a change of heart? And change
of ... ??  I was soaping my self with a wash cloth. I felt the familiar
surge down below. Well, it wasn't as if Mike hadn't ever seen my wood! I
stepped to the back of the shower so he could get wet. He had a completely
hard pee boner and let it loose in the shower stream. "Ahhhh hohoh
hoooooo!" He moaned as he let his piss go into the air. I thought it was
pretty loud, but the rattley old fan was on.


"Old dudes just don't care about being seen, do they?" He said. "Both Dad
and your Jorge just seem to be completely comfortable staying nude in the
room!"


"My Jorge?  Well ... um ... Um -- yeah, I guess." I said.  "I kind of got
used to it."


"You guess?" He said. "Of course you would like that!" he giggled.


"No -- that's not it." I said more seriously. It got his rapt
attention. "Mike -- you traveled with the Warren High football team, didn't
you?"


"Yeah."


"Aren't all guys like that when they are together?"


"NO!"


"I wouldn't know. I never was with a bunch of guys away from home. I mean
... my brother and I -- we never thought anything about seeing each other
naked. But that kind of made me uncomfortable too."


"Oh -- Wow! I'll bet your brother ... um ... never mind!" He said and even
with the hot water on him I could see how red his face became suddenly.


"My brother is about your size -- his dick, I mean." I said
matter-of-factly, knowing that's what he was wondering.


"Oh." He said, in a non-committal way.


"But you should see his balls!" I teased.


"Why?!!"


"They're as big as your and mine put together!"


"Jeez, Kye! Now I won't be able to get that image from my head!"


"Yeah," I laughed, "Pretty awesome huh?"  I giggled


"Awesome!!?? I hope to meet him next week .. and all I'll be able to think
about is his big balls!" Said Mike, unconsciously pushing down on his
growing meat.


"I don't care what you do ... Mike ... Kevin isn't that way!"


"Wha ... what way! No! You got this all wrong! Okay, I'll admit a freakin'
solid male body does impress me, but not in THAT way!


"Don't tell me!" I said. "Tell that to your dick!" I laughed loudly.


"SHH ... shhh!" He said, now starting to giggle nervously. "You suck!"


"Yeah ... and you're point is ... ?" I said.


"My point is that ... you might just as well suck me now as any time!" He
whispered.


I didn't waste any time looking for confirmation in his eyes ... I was on
my knees before he could change his mind. I sucked and bobbed on him as
fast as I could and before long, he was trying to quietly take huge gulps
of air and exhaling just as heavily. He lost his equilibrium and slipped
down under me. I had caught some of his spunk, but as he slipped under me
it kept shooting up into my nether regions and then legs.


He looked totally surprised as I helped him fall under me and when he had
slipped to where out faces were even, my mouth was half open and half
smiling. He just clamped his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply ... like
that first time.



When we were finished, he said, "This doesn't go beyond this shower
... right?"


"Nope. Best friends don't rat each other out ... do they?" I said,
seriously.


Tommy drove us up to Bakersfield. Mike's mom paid for the motel. Jorge got
dinner last night. So ... I bought us breakfast at the same Denny's we'd
eaten at last night. Mike sat opposite me, next to his dad. Jorge sat next
to me but completely ignored me. I wondered if he had heard anything while
Mike and I were in the shower. And Tommy -- he seemed to not even be able
to look his own son in the eyes. Or maybe that was Mike's doing. Whatever
had happened, I felt like odd man out. But I wondered if everyone felt that
way for some reason.


If this were one of those stupid Hollywood movies, or one of those
avant-garde novelists, they'd end it here, never to know if I ended up
happy. But I have higher hopes than that because ... this IS a Nifty story
and MY god (lower case, because that would be ... Steve ... my creator!) is
known for happy endings! And if you care about me, you'll write to him and
tell him I deserve a happy ending too! (I hear he responds well to begging!
Please, Steve ... this is your Kye-Guy. I want a happy ending!)

Notes: You heard the boy! Address comments to Steve (no ... not god!) at
stevethomas535@hotmail.com.

Thanks and ... love, Steve