Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 11:25:20 -0700
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man- Challenge Chapter 18

Hey everyone, sorry it took me so long to get this out to you. I have the
rest of this series written out I have just been very lax on actually
writing it. I am trying to get myself back on track to posting. Enjoy :D

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	I had known Kyle lived in Santa Monica for a while now but as he
drove through the 405 to turn onto the 10, I was beginning to wonder how
into suburbia he was going to be. Unlike where I lived where we had huge
plots of land, down in the LA basin land was hard to come by, especially
being less than 10 miles from the beach. Unlike the last time he surprised
me by driving aimlessly around to end up on the pier, this time he knew
where he was going, and he showed it.

	Weaving between cars left and right, Kyle demonstraited that he was
a true LA native; his eratic motions left and right unnerving me at
times. He held a cool demeanor as he punched the throttle to accelerate
past a slow econobox of a car. Gripping the safety bar above my head, I
gave him a stern look, hoping he would slow down. Kyle just looked at me
and smirked, "What? They're tourists who don't know how to drive."

	Shaking my head, I watched as we pulled off the freeway at 4th
street. Peering at the bridge to the west of me, I yearned to see the sandy
beach. Kyle caught my glaces and commented, "I could have gone further but
I didn't want to deal with the traffic. It's a toss up at times taking this
exit versus the next." Shrugging my shoulders, I smiled, happy just to be
with him at the moment.

	Kyle gripped the wheel firmly as he moved the car left and right
between the traffic, heading north parralleling the freeway. Stopping at a
yellow light, something I was surprised to see him do, he broke the silence
over the music, "I've been mulling this over in my head, and I don't want
you to get worried over it but I feel it'd be best to tell you." That's
cryptic. "If, and it most likely will happen, my friends confront you about
us, it's because they are being protective. After what happened last year,
they have been super cautious about who I bring home, and the fact that
it's you will only complicate things."

	I couldn't help but laugh as I thought of what Tay did for me last
year. "We all have friends like those. I'll take it as a compliment that
they are grilling me."

	Kyle was dead serious though as he continued on, "Yea true but
really. Like they will be watching you like a hawk. It will be insane."

	"Watching me like Darren does?" I couldn't help but bring him up,
wondering what Kyle would say.

	Kyle snickered a little as he increased his speed slightly to make
a green light, "You've noticed that? I tried to tone him down as much as I
can but I can only do so much."

	Helping to calm him down on the Darren topic, I muse, "I think he's
starting to come around. Slowly... but he is coming." Pulling onto
Palisades Ave, I muttered under my breath that we were heading away from
the beach, something I hoped wasn't going to happen.

	Kyle laughed lightly as he slowed down a lot. "Quit complaining. I
live right on the other side of the divide." I blushed slightly that he
heard me, my shame coming out to his amusement. The neighborhood was really
sweet, no two houses the same. Passing around the divide, Kyle pulled into
his house, a maroon colored two story house with white strippings. It was
being covered by a huge tree, its rustic leaves towering over the roof.

	Turning off the car, the two of us sat there for a moment, each of
us taking in the scene but for two different reasons. He was glad to be
home and I could tell. The way he glowed as he looked over his family's
property warmed my heart, the pride he took in his home endearing. I was in
awe of it all. It was almost stereotypical but not so much to make it
annoying. I enjoyed it all.

	As we moved from our cramped locations, two college aged adults
crossed the street to confront us, their shouts making Kyle turn around,
"It's about time you get here punk!" Wondering what was going on, I watched
as Kyle mischeviously smiled and ran to tackle the guy on the grass.

	Shutting my door carefully, I try to assess the situation. Kyle
gets up and laughs as they all hug: a guys and a girl. The girl spoke next
as she hugged Kyle tightly.  "This him? The guy you've been talking about?"
She had a twinkle in her eyes as she looked from Kyle to me. She was a
firey little girl, her peite figure rocking deep red hair with dark blue
eyes. The braclets on her arms jingled as she continued hugged Kyle.

	Kyle nodded his head to his friends and waved me to come closer,
"Guys this is my boyfriend Chris." The way he beamed showed that he was
proud to call me his.
	The girl unlatched herself from him and made her way over
first. With her right arm extended I moved closer for an expected hug but
instead was greeted with a stinging slap to the face. Stunned, I recoiled
and moved back quickly, trying to evade her. She didn't relent, instead
moving to hug me as intended. "That was for hurting Kyle. Don't do it
again." Her hug was tight, showing how much she cared about Kyle though me.

	"I wasn't planning on it. And you are?..." My cheek stung like
crazy as Kyle and his friend all moved up to figure out what just happened.

	Kyle blurts out shocked, "Haley, what the hell was that?" His face
went white as he grew concerned for my well being.

	Haley comments, "That was my way of saying hi. Don't make me tell
him what I did to YOU when we first met." She looks at me playfully, "It
was a whole lot worse trust me. It's so great to finally meet you Chris. I
hope I didn't hurt you too much."

	Rubbing my cheek, I swallow my pride as cough out, "Nah it's fine."
I really didn't know what to say. 'You slap like a girl?' She was a girl-
and that slap hurt a LOT.

	The other guy who hadn't introduced himself stepped forward at that
point, extending his hand. Looking at it cautiously, then him, I slowly
reach out to shake it. "Great job Haley you scared him. I'm not going to
hurt you. I reserve that for Kyle. I'm Vincent." He was a tall broading
guy, probably a year or two older than Kyle. His flowing brown hair hung
over his ears, his brown eyes trying to hide behind his overgrown bangs. He
had the definite skateboarder look going on. It was hard at first to try
and imagine Kyle going through a skateboader phase but looking to him as he
held our duffle bags I began to see it take shape. He was laid back enough
to roll with the flow and, given the right push like Haley and Vincent, he
could be swayed into boarding.

	Shaking Vincent's hand, his firm grip expressed what wasn't being
said, "Don't hurt him or I'll hurt you." The smile though was genuine, his
parted lips at ease in my presence. Kyle interrupted the moment by passing
by us, giving Vincent a look that seemed to mean, "Time to let my boyfriend
go." Vincent released me and stepped back a bit towards Haley, allowing me
to move to Kyle to take a bag. Kyle, with a free hand now, waved to his
friends, "It was nice seeing you guys but we need to settle in. We'll talk
in a bit."

	Kyle ushered me into his house, slowly shutting the door behind
him. "MOM, DAD I'M HOME!" He shouted past me as he started to move down the
hallway. Walking behind him, I take the time to revile in his family
pictures.

	Each home has a different story to tell and it is with that that I
always enjoy seeing their backgrounds. Kyle's family portraits were
interesting in a way I wasn't expeccting. He had told me a long time ago
that he was an only child but seeing the pictures of just him and his
parents brought it all to perspective. Even though Tay was an only child,
with Ally and I growing up with his family there were plenty of photos with
us in it. Here it felt so small, so empty in certain frames.

	Coming up behind me, Kyle rested his head on my shoulder and
reflected on what he was looking at. "Being an only child has its ups and
downs. If I had a sibling we probably wouldn't be living in Santa
Monica. Coversly, it would have been nice to have a sister like you do,
heck a brother to fight with would be great." He was somber in his speech,
the idea of a larger family appealing to him.

	Cheering up the mood, I reply after I peck him on the lips. "Well I
didn't have a real brother but a friend and I butt heads a bit. It gets old
after a while. As for sisters... Well they tend to do what they want no
matter what you say." I thought back to all the times that Ally had driven
me up the walls with her antics. I'm sure that it was just the same for her
when she thought of me.

	Coming back to reality, I looked around the house and down the
hallway. The walls were a welcoming sandy creame color, its aura being
matched by the darkwood picture frames. The furniture was well chosen as
well, a beachwood brown leather set all focused around the on the
wall. This house felt like a stereotypical beach house, but it wasn't
obnoxious about it.

	Kyle's mom called out from a sideroom up the hallway, her cheery
voice ringing through the rafters. "Hey, I'm back here. How was the drive?
Chris here as well?" A huge stone formed in my stomach as I heard steps
approaching the doorway. Pressing into the doorframe of the livingroom, I
watched hestitantly as she popped her head out.

	Kyle hugged his mom, a petite woman whose golden locks dropped over
her back. If I didn't know she was Kyle's mom, I could have mistaken her
for a much younger woman. Age had been really nice to her, the distinct
lack of lines on her face giving an almost flawless appearance. Shocked at
her beauty, it suddenly hit me where Kyle got his good looks from. I could
only imagine how handsome his father must be.

	As Mrs. Thompson was being crushed by Kyle, she looked past him
towards me, seeing my face peeking out from the wall. "You must be
Chris. Kyle, you never told me he looked this handsome." Kyle immedaitely
blushed as his mom came over to hug me as well, giving me the instant
impression this was a very touchy feely family. "Hi, I'm Emily."

	Releasing me to catch my breathe, I coughed out weakly, "Hi. I'm
Chris."

	Mrs. Thompson, er Emily, took a step back to allow me to take in
the moment. It might take me a while to get over the whole formalities
thing. Shocking my senses, Emily called out, "Bennette! Get in here and
meet Kyle's adorable boyfriend!" My face went flush right there and Kyle's
went snow white, the nerve of what she had just done embarrassing him to
the core.

	Mr. Thompson stumbled in through the back door, grass and leaves
hanging from his burly hair. He was a darker blond, but looked to fit Emily
well. A midsized man, he was slightly taller than me but not by much. His
Opal eyes were wide with excitement as he rushed forward to hug his
son. "Welcome home son."

	Kyle was about equal with him as his dad attempted to lift him into
the air, though quickly stopped to rub his back. The twinkle in his eyes as
he looked at me told me he was proud of his son. "Hi, I'm Bennette." He
reached out his hand, to which I shook. His grip was firm but not to the
point of causing pain. He looked to be in his late 40's, slight grey
forming on the side of his head. Where as Kyle got the looks from his
mother, he had his father's personality, the freeflowing smooth talking
demeanor putting me at ease.

	Kyle stepped forward, interjecting himself between his parents and
me. "Well... I'm going to take him to my room." He gently grabbed me by the
arm and dragged me away from them. I simply waved as I was whisked away.

	Tossing me inside his room, he quickly shut the door and fell face
first onto his bed. Murmuring through the bedsheets, he sputtered out, "I'm
soo sorry about how you are meeting my friends and family. This is so
embarrassing."

	Tossing my bag against the wall, I sat down on his bed, the blue
and white sheets molding to my body. "Kyle, it's alright. My family
probably would have done the same thing... Well my dad at least. Ally
already knows you. My friends though, yea they might do something similar."
I thought back to when Tay was snooping on Michael and me, his binoculars
peering out of his window.

	Kyle's room was really clean. Like super clean. My guess was that
since he moved away to college, his family converted it into a sort of
guest room. In the window was a small plant growing. The dressers were
mostly bare of all items, only a picture frame of the family and a radio
clock. The walls matched Kyle's eyes, the glowing blue radiating as the
falling sun cast its final glimmers over us. Standing up, I wander over to
the desk, his final holdout of claim to the room.

	Although Kyle was not overly flamboyant about his sexuality, small
signs here and there could be picked up to note that he was gay. For
instance, right next to his desk on the wall hung a calendar with sports
men for each month. Only difference was these men were barely dressed, or
in some cases, not dressed at all. The nude photos had equipment cleverly
covering their genitals. A soccer player seductively holding the ball for
April, March a basketball player shooting a hoop with his bare ass showing,
February a football player posing for the toss, each of them the months
that their respective sports played. I couldn't help but get slightly
turned on by the pictures.

	Readjusting myself and moving on, I looked at his computer setup, a
basic computer most likely hiding much more inside it. At times Kyle was
known to be tech suavy, even though he didn't let onto it too
much. Breaking my attention, I saw Kyle toss a pillow at me, then quickly
proceeded to burrow back into his bed as if nothing happened. Leaning to
the side, the pillow flopped harmlessly to the ground. "What was that for?"
I scoffed, picking up the pillow to plan my counterattack.

	Muffled, Kyle muttered out, "What? I didn't do anything." Even
though he couldn't see it, I sneared at him and rose from the
seat. Attempting to be as stealthy as possible, I made my way to him, then
jumped on him, batting his back and butt with the cussion. Kyle squirmed
and laughed as he tried desperately to break free from my barrage, the
effort futile as I continued to pummle him into submission.

	Seeing him lying below me in the fetal position still giggling
histerically, I dove down and rolled him onto his back, his eyes flashing
wide in wonder of what I was going to do. Pulling his arms back from his
chest, I leaned in to kiss him, my eyes closing in the process. Kyle
relaxed his body, stretching out his legs and pulling my neck down to him
to increase the romantic gesture.

	"Hey Kyle, what were you and Chris- Oh I am so sorry." Emily
suddenly opens the door and walks in on us, startling all three of us. Her
face though was priceless, her son under his boyfriend, both romantically
kissing and in the moment. She went white for a second, then quickly red as
her embarrassment took over.

	Kyle and I were no different, quickly rolling off each other, me to
face the computer, Kyle to face his mother. "MOM! Knock next time!" He was
shaking, the moment getting shot down into oblivion. "Sorry for shouting,
what's up?"

	Shaking myself, I was both embarrassed and amused, trying my best
not to laugh as what just happened. Pulling my lips into my mouth, I clench
them hard as I turn to face his mother. She looked at me with a twinkle in
her eye, the "I caught you two in the moment" look gazing upon us. With
complete composure, she asked to the two of us, "Unless you two are busy,
your dad and I were wondering if you wanted to grab dinner."

	Muttering out to himself, though making it slightly obvious, Kyle
responded, "Well we're not anymore." Raising his voice more he replied,
"Sure, when and where?"

	Emily turned and walked out the door, leaving us to get ready,
"Five minutes, Beachside Grill." As she walked away, Kyle fell back onto
his bed and smothered his head with the pillow.

	After rearranging myself AGAIN, I looked at Kyle and saw he had a
slight tent. Crawling my hands up his legs, I reach the rim of his pants
and went inside. Giving a few strokes to his cock, I rearranged it and
pulled my hand out. Tapping him on the leg, I stand up and say, "Come on
lets go."

	Kyle pulled the pillow off and stood up as well, whispering into my
ear, "I've never felt so cockblocked in my life. By my own mother. MY OWN
MOTHER." Smiling at him, I amuse myself with his downtrodden expression,
following him out of the room.

*****

	When Wednesday rolled around Kyle literally dragged me out of the
house to get away from his parents. I thought they were amazing, but with
the way they were toying with him, I could tell he was slowly starting to
get fed up. Haley and Vincent joined us for our trip to the beach, the
three of them all desperate to show me their memories of growing up and
interacting with each other.

	Tagging along with not much of a say in the matter, I enjoyed the
back and forth banter that they had, the proof in a way that they were such
good friends that they claimedd to be. When lunch came around we ate at the
Santa Monica Pier, the carnival food not overly healthy or filling but we
didn't care. While Kyle was ordering food, I finally got the lecture I knew
was coming. I had been expecting it from Darren for quite some time now but
having Haley and Vincent give it to me was a whole different level.

	Haley tore in first, breaking the lull of silence that had overcome
the three of us. "Now that Kyle has stepped away, we need to talk." Very
blunt, straight forward, as I knew it was going to be. "We don't want to
see him get hurt again Chris. So if you're in this, make sure you see it
through."

	I just leaned back and chuckled. Haley paused for a second and
looked at me bewildered. I calmly responded, "Haley, Vincent, you two have
nothing to worry about. Kyle and I sorted everything out back in April. I
don't plan on breaking his heart. And need I remind you, he's the one that
screwed up the first time. But it doesn't matter, we've both moved on."

	Vincent got to talk then, saying something that I, at that point,
wasn't expecting. "Chris, this is different. He's always been a little
guarded. When he messed up, and we both know cause we tore him a new one as
well, he put up a wall, a wall we hadn't seen since sophomore year of high
school."

	My interest was suddenly perked by that. "What happened?"

	Haley looked at Vincent, then to Kyle off in the distance, "Long
story short, he fell in love with a sophomore and got his heart broken. He
didn't date for three years... till he met you."

	Wait what? Blinking a few times while processing it all, I look
over to Kyle as he neared the register with our food. He seemed so cocky
when we first met, the bravado about how he held the door for me and
flirted. "What? How is that possible?" We didn't have long before Kyle
returned. "He was really open when we first met. And the time at the
club. There was no way he was guarded." I scoffed at the idea of it all.

	Haley smiled, reminicing the moment. "Yea he did talk about you a
lot at first. LIKE A LOT. But he was really worried you would also hurt
him. That's kind of why it was very physical at first."

	I turned my head slightly. "He told you about us? Like physically?"
I tried not to be demanding but this was all news to me.

	"Yea, but that's besides the point. You remember all the sex you
two had?" Ohh yes I did. Vincent was being quiet as Haley continued, him
occasionally looking towards Kyle as the lookout. "Well he eventually began
to fall in love with you and it scared him. He didn't know how you felt so
to make himself think it was physical, he slept with his roommate." I
really didn't want to be going through this at the moment but Haley was on
a roll and I really wanted to know what all she knew.

	"After you found out and called it off on him, he came to terms
with the fact that you actually did love him but that he lost it by
screwing up. He had become the very thing he despised. And it hurt him a
lot. After the whole Leon rebound phase, " Haley shakes her head in
disgust, "he wentt back into his slump." Hence playing for Irvine. It was
slowly starting to make sence.

	Vincent turned towards us hastely and quipped, "He's coming
back. Wrap it up."

	Haley looked at me deeply, concern for her best friend deep in her
eyes. "Just please Chris, don't hurt him again."

	Well that was a very sombering experience. I looked at Kyle as he
approached us, a happy smile on his face. He sat down next to me and
distributed the food. I did my best to smile but now knowing what I did, it
made the emotions harder to grasp. So instead I leaned over and hugged him,
a completely spastic movement but one that I had hoped expressed how much I
loved him. Whispering into his ears, I softly say, "I love you Kyle."

	Kyle stunned at my movement, took a second, then hugged me
back. Patting me on the back he repeated back to me, though more as a
question. "I love you too?" Then he looked at his friends and squinted his
eyes, "What did you say to him?"

	Haley shrugged her shoulders and took a bite of her
sandwhich. After swallowing she nonchalantly replied, "Only what he needed
to know."

*****

	When Thursday rolled around, the day seemed to fly by quick. Yea it
was Thanksgiving but after watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and
playing Uno with his family, Kyle and I were quickly shuffled out of the
house. Kyle only said as the excuse, "They don't like me home when they
cook beccause half of the batter disappears." I laughed at the statement
but understood completely. So as a way to pass our time we went to the
beach again and just hung out, the two of us talking about our holiday
traditions and the obsurdity of some of them.

	Around 5pm we got the 'OK you can return' text from his dad and
began our trek to his place. Walking along 1st street towards Palisades,
our fingers brushed against each others at times and slowly, they began to
interlace themselves. It felt so natural to hold his hand, the curvature of
his palm fitting mine, the texture of his skin complimenting my
own. Normally I wouldn't think anything of it but this one moment seemed to
stand out for me, one of those small moments in life we love so dearly.

	When we got back dinner was literally waiting on the table for
us. Washing up quickly, we quickly sat down. Kyle said the evening prayer,
something I hadn't done in a long while, and then we dug in.

	The food was amazing. The roast beef juicy but not too raw. The
mashed potatoes had the right amount of butter to salt ratio in them. And
then the rolls- they were homemade! The fluffiness of their buttery
goodness filled my mouth with joy. I was a college student enjoying a well
cooked meal and I savored every bite.

	Emily paused first to start the conversation, opening it up towards
me, "So Chris, any fun plans for winter break?"

	I swallowed hard as I looked at Kyle. This was now a good moment to
talk about studying abroad. I implored with my eyes to tell them. He had a
slight fear in his eyes, the apprehension scaring him. "Actually, I'm going
to be prepping to study abroad. I'm heading to England next semester."

	They weren't shocked as I had expected them to be. Here they had
just met their son's boyfriend and he just told them he's going abroad for
a semester. In fact... they looked impressed. Bennette then looked to Kyle
and posed the question, "Have you thought of going abroad Kyle?"

	Kyle looked at them then to me then to them. Placing his silerwear
on the table, he comments, "Umm... yea... Well, I'm actually joining
Chris." The unease of his statement made me feel slightly uncomfortable as
well.

	Looking at his parents, I tried to gauge their reactions. They were
making it hard as they looked at each other. Emily turned back and only
muttered "Oh." His dad just got up and walked out of the room, leaving us
in an awkward situation.

	"DAD!" Kyle cried out as he watched his father step out. "Mom, I've
been meaning to tell you for a while."

	His dad quickly returned with a bag and set it beside him on the
floor. "Kyle, speaking for your mother and myself, first off, we are
disappointed you hadn't told us earlier. Second off," he reaches down into
the bag and pulls out a study abroad form for CSU Fullerton, "We had
actually wanted to see if you wanted to go abroad."

	Kyle's shock was adorable. "Wait what? You want me to go abroad?"

	Bennette and Emily both responded with "Well yea!" Then Emily took
over. "It'll be great for you and look great on the resume. Plus it'll give
us an excuse to come over and visit." The smiles on his parent's faces made
me glad that I strongarmed him into going abroad.

	I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all. How hard it had
been to coax Kyle into filling out the application only to have his parents
wanting him to do it all along. I wondered when they would have asked him
the question of going abroad. The rest of the dinner was filled with
banter: the ideas flowing from his parents on where they want to visit,
where we should go, and what all we should do.

	That night it was quiet, watching a movie with Kyle on the couch.
His parents had already gone to bed down the hall so the house was silent.
"This was a very enjoyable Thanksgiving. Thank you Kyle." I turn around and
kiss him on the lips, our enwrapped bodies staying warm under the blanket.

	Kyle held me close as he kissed me back. I rolled him into the
cushions of the couch, cornering him under me. I was getting a slight tent
down below and I could feel as I slid my body against his that he was
getting one as well. Pulling back from the passion Kyle squeeked out,
breaking the silence, "Not now Chris. Especially not out here."

	Stopping my thursts, I sigh and roll off to the floor. Whispering
softly, I grab his thighs and stroke the blood up to his groin. "Ok, what
about a quickey?"

	Kyle groaned, either out of hesitation or out of ecstacy. I took it
as the latter and nuzzled my mouth into his croach. Spreading his arms out
his gripped the frame of the couch as I went to work releasing the belt
from its confines and unbuttoning the top button. Weazling my teeth to his
zipper, I pull it down, pulling him out a bit as well. Sitting at almost a
120 degree angle, Kyle looked down at my head, gently rubbing my hair in
the process.

	Pulling the demin apart, I slid down his pants to reveal his
boxers, his cock already juicing an outline into it. Lowering the boxers
down to his jeans at his kneecaps, I drooled in wonder at the cock that
stood before me. Even with the dim lights I could still see it's girthy
might, the full 6 inches of manhood presented on my boyfriend.

	Not fighting the smell of his musk anymore, I moved in for the
kill, wrapping my mouth around the crown, bobbing slightly. With each
downward motion I made, more whiffs of his scent filled my nose; the deep
filling of his pheromones covering my body. Soon this livingroom will smell
like sex.

	Kyle actually didn't take long to reach his orgasm, which kind of
surprised me. I knew he had been pent up for a while but not to this
degree. Catching the signs of his oncoming explosion, I tasted the cum as
it slowly started to ooze into my mouth. His pre and actual load had two
distinct flavors, like one was a teaser and the other the main course. Best
part was I loved both equally. Kyle started to grip my hair tigher as I
sucked harder, stroking him in the process. Feeling the veins plump up as
his load shot through his cock, I realized I had less than a second to pull
away. If I did though I would have gotten a facial covering, which normally
I wouldn't have minded but not right now.

	Fighting to maintain my clasp on his flesh, I felt him ejaculate
into my mouth. Making a great effort to swallow as much as I could as fast
as I could, I felt that I was losing the battle. His load was too big.
Coughing up a bit of cum, I released my control and allowed for a bit to
dribble down my chin. Wiping it off, I pull up his boxers and pants and
coo, "Now that was fun wasn't it?"

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Well I figured with my absence being as long as it had been, you all
deserved a long chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. What did you think of
it? The whole study abroad talk? Or how about Kyle's reasons for pulling
away from Chris after their first breakup?