Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 20:58:59 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle #1

Marcus and Kyle
By Christian Mitchell (ICONvsICON@aol.com)
Copyright 2004.  All Rights Reserved.

Chapter One

    I've always known that Kyle and I would be lifelong best friends ever
since the second grade, when my family moved to town about a month into the new
school year.  I was a bit nervous about the fact that I had started school
later than the other kids and I feared that I might not fit in.  However, Kyle
quickly put my worries at ease and befriended me during lunch at my new school.
Our friendship became much stronger over the years and now he is like the
brother I never had.

       We are now in our senior year of High School and graduation is only a
couple months away.  Kyle and I are planning to attend the same university and
live together in an apartment off campus.  Neither one of us is quite sure
about what we want to major in but we are both excited about being involved with
sports at college.  I always pursued baseball with a passion while Kyle
played on the football team.  I guess many people would consider us to be typical
All-American jocks.  We are both star athletes at our school and we've been
working out at the gym since our freshman year.  Yet, I like to think that we
don't act foolish and immature like some jock types tend to do.

    My name is Marcus and I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago.  I have
light short brown hair that is need in of a trim and it tends to lighten during
the summer.  My eyes are hazel but sometimes they will change color depending
on my mood. My body is pretty defined and muscular because I've been working
out for the past four years.  I'm really happy and proud of the fact that my abs
have finally developed and I have a ripped six-pack, which is actually an
eight-pack, if I'm to be completely accurate about muscle groups.  I'm just an
inch shy of being six feet tall.

    A lot of girls seem to think that I'm a very good-looking guy.  Perhaps
I'm insecure, but I consider myself to be simply handsome.  I always thought
Kyle was better looking than I am.  He is six feet tall and has the same
muscular body as me except he probably has a little less body fat than I do.  He has
very clear blue eyes and flawless light skin but his hair is pretty dark so
the combination of the three really makes his eyes stand out.  There are a lot
of girls at school that drool over him but he doesn't seem to take notice of
the attention directed at him.  He's dated the same girl for the past two years
and they pretty much fit the mold of "high school sweethearts".  I've dated
off and on throughout school but also spent a lot of time being the third wheel
on dates with Kyle and his girl, Ashley.  Yet, they never treated me as if I
was invading their time and space because we're all pretty good friends.

    My friendship with Kyle took a turn I never expected about three weeks
ago on the night of my birthday.  My parents allowed me to have a party at my
house to celebrate.  We live in a large house in a ritzy neighborhood.  Everyone
thinks that my family is rich and I agree that my parents have a lot of
money, but we're not millionaires.  For my eighteenth birthday my mother informed
me that she and my father decided that I could have a party and that they would
pay for everything in addition to a gift of money for my bank account.
(Since I would be in college soon they wanted me to be financially secure and
responsible.)

    Kyle was excited about the party and arrived at my house early to help me
get everything ready.  It was around five o'clock on Saturday and we had just
finished setting up for the party when Kyle opened some Corona for us to
drink. My parents allowed Kyle and me to drink beer at the house as long as we
stayed home and did not leave the house intoxicated or drive.  My mother walked
into the kitchen and when she saw the beer in our hands she immediately said,"
boys, I don't know about all your friends, but remember the rules.  If you
drink then you're staying home.  I don't think it would be wise to allow your
friends to get drunk and drive home either.  So make some smart decisions
tonight, okay?"

    "Of course," Kyle replied with a smile.  "Always."

    "Good," she smiled and walked over to give me a kiss on the cheek.  "Your
dad and I will be out for the evening but we'll return home about eleven
o'clock.  We'll come in the back and go straight upstairs so don't worry about
us spoiling your party."

    I nodded and took another drink of beer.

    My mother turned and looked at us before she left the kitchen.  "And
please keep an eye on your sister."

    "Yeah," I replied.

    My sister Kirsten is fourteen years old.  We have a good relationship but
I wasn't looking forward to being her watcher for the evening so I was happy
that she would actually be leaving around eight o'clock to spend the night at
her friend's house.

    It didn't take long for Kyle and I to finish getting everything ready for
the party because there really wasn't much to do.  Because the party was
supposed to begin at nine o'clock Kyle decided that he was going to go home and
change his clothes.

    "I'll be back in about a hour and a half," he said as he put his empty
beer bottle in the trash can under the sink.

    "Okay," I smiled.  "Are you going to eat dinner or do you want to order
something when you get back here?"

    "Let's get some food from that Italian place," he responded.  "I can pick
it up when I'm on my way back here."

    I agreed and followed him to the kitchen door, which led to the driveway.
 Just before he closed the door behind him he turned back to me and said,
"okay, buddy.  I'll see you soon."  Then he gave me a hug, which wasn't out of
the ordinary, but he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, close to
my ear.  "Happy birthday," he said, squeezing me close to him before he walked
out the door.

    At the time I didn't really think anything of it.  I admit that I was a
bit surprised by it, but I didn't become uneasy over it.  Kyle and I are very
close and we do share affections with each other, but nothing uncomfortable.  I
closed the door behind him and went upstairs to my room to shower and change
clothes.

    The party was fun and everyone had a good time.  People were dancing,
eating and, of course drinking.  As difficult as this may be to believe, one girl
from school ended up being the designated driver for at least ten people.
Vanessa is one of those really smart girls destined to be the class
valedictorian.  She is actually kind of nerdy and plain looking but she fit in with the
popular crowd and was accepted as part of our group.  Because she didn't drink,
she demanded that certain friends allow her to drive them home.  She actually
made about five return trips to my house to pick up our intoxicated friends
and drive them home safely.  (My mother would have been very pleased by this act
of generosity.)

    It was a little after one in the morning when my mother came downstairs
to check on us as she was walking to the kitchen.  Normally it would have been
sort of embarrassing but my friends really seemed to like my mother so I
didn't mind.  There were only a few people left and they were about to leave soon
anyway.  Everyone said good-bye and then Kyle's girlfriend said that she and
Tina were going to leave.  They each gave Kyle and me a kiss before they left.
My mother returned from the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand and a
cigarette in the other.

    "Are you boys going to be up late?" she asked as she exhaled a long
stream of smoke.

    "No," I said with a yawn.  "I'm kind of tired."

    "Me too," Kyle chimed in.

    "How many beers did you drink tonight?" Mother asked with a nurturing
tone.  I simply shrugged my shoulders while Kyle removed his car keys from his
pocket and gave them to my mother.  "Alright, I'll see you boys in the morning
then."  She kissed us goodnight and retreated to her bedroom.

    Kyle has spent the night at my house countless times since elementary
school so it was not unusual for him to follow me upstairs instead of driving
home.  Once we were in my room we started talking about some of the better
moments from the party.  Two of our friends had gotten into a fight over some girl
and Kyle had to break that up.  Plus one of the girls spent much of the night
bawling about some guy that had been treating her badly.  She had broken up
with him earlier that afternoon so a lot of the girls concentrated on comforting
her.  All other scenes from the evening were rather pleasant and entertaining.

    Kyle took his shirt off, twirled it in the air above his head and threw
it across the room.  I looked at him for a moment and noticed the moonlight
shining on his chest then he ran out of the room.  A couple minutes later he
returned with two more beers.  He handed me one and sat on my bed.   "Happy
birthday," he smiled and lifted his beer to toast me.  Our bottles clanged and we
both gulped the cold Corona.

    I kicked my shoes off and removed my shirt.  As I was bending over to
take my socks off I swayed with intoxication and fell to the floor with a thud.
Kyle laughed and raised his beer again.  "Happy birthday!"

    I had landed in a squatted position but I surrendered to my clumsiness
and sat on the floor to take my socks off.  Kyle stood up and removed the rest
of his clothes until he was standing there in just his white 2(ist) boxer
briefs.  As I looked up at him I couldn't help but notice the big bulge in his
underwear.  I've seen him in this state of dress many, many times and I've seen
him naked as well.  He has a nice cock that hangs at least four inches when
flaccid and I never paid too much attention to the idea that I was looking at
some guy's penis.  Occasional nudity seemed to be normal and not worthy of
anxiety.  As I glanced at his concealed cock, I found myself admiring his body
differently than I had done in the past.  I guess I never really paid attention to
his physical beauty before.  I don't know why and I can't even explain it
now, but something made me take attentive note of him.

    Kyle was sort of reclining back on the bed and using one arm to support
his self in a semi-seated position.  He continued to drink his beer and quickly
finished it.  He placed the bottle on the floor next to his clothes.  "Drink
up, buddy."

    I also finished my beer then removed the rest of my clothes.  I sat on
the bed next to him and suddenly felt quite a bit more intoxicated than I
thought I actually was.  I exhaled a wind of breath that I tend to do when I know
I'm drunk.  "Wow," I smiled," I think I'm drunk."  I released another breath of
air, as if doing so would magically make me feel better and less intoxicated.

    Kyle laughed and placed his hand on my shoulder.  "You're becoming a
lightweight in your old age."

    "Ha," I replied with mock laughter.  "You're older than I am.  How are
you feeling?"

    "I think I had a few too many.  I'm okay though," he responded.  "And,
dude, I'm only a few months older than you are."

    "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

    "Hey, let's watch the porno," he suggested.

    When Kyle's older brother had moved out of the house to attend college he
had given Kyle some of the tapes in his secret porno collection.  I guess he
thought that doing so was creating some sort of brotherly bonding moment.
Naturally, Kyle and I had watched them and at some point he had given me one to
take home.

    "Really?" I questioned.

    "Hell, yeah!  Ashley and I haven't had sex in a week and I want to bust a
nut."

    I jumped up from my bed and walked to my closet to retrieve the tape from
the box I kept hidden so my mother wouldn't find it.  My parents were pretty
lenient about some things, such as alcohol, but I certainly wasn't going to
solicit their possible disapproval of pornography.  I would have been entirely
too embarrassed to have a serious conversation with them about it.  So the
porno video was a secret that Kyle and I shared.

    I turned the volume down on the television because I didn't want to
attract my parent's attention.  Despite the fact that their bedroom wasn't even
close to my room, I was paranoid about possibly getting caught with an X rated
film.

    There was an attractive blond woman on the screen getting pounded from
behind while she sucked some other guy's dick.  I had seen the film so many
times that I practically had all the moaning memorized.  It may have been the
alcohol in my system, but the porno didn't have the affect on me that it usually
does.  Normally it would have made me horny but this time I was just staring
blankly at the screen.  I had jerked off to the tape so many times in the past
but this time was different.  Kyle's presence didn't force me to be shy
either. Once we had started to become more interested in girls and sex we had jerked
off together many times since junior high.

    Just as I turned toward Kyle to complain that the video had no affect on
me I saw that he had his right hand in his underwear and he was rubbing his
dick.  He glanced over at me and smiled.  He pushed the waistband of his briefs
down below his balls and stroked the length of his cock and held his hand at
the tip for a couple seconds.  He released his cock and allowed it to slap
against his stomach.  Then he ran his hand across his abs before grasping his dick
again.

    In the locker room after gym class or baseball practice guys were always
making comments about dick size.  Usually the guys who thought they were big
were always waving their cock around for show.  Kyle had a nice eight and a
half-inch cock while mine was just a little over seven inches long.  We had
measured our cocks one day a few years ago when we had been talking about sex and
curiosity about penis size had gotten the best of us.  I think that may have
been the first time we jerked off together.  If not, it was soon after that.

    "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up to look me in the eye.

    "Um, well I'm either too drunk or I've seen this video so many times
that it no longer makes me horny.  Or both."

    "Oh," he smiled.  "Well, I'm horny."

    I glanced at his stiffening cock.  "I can see that."  I started to rise
from the bed but I felt his hand on my arm to stop me.  A chill danced up my
spine and I shuddered as his hand moved up my arm to my shoulder.  He rested it
there for a second then he began to knead my shoulder gently before he ran his
hand slowly down my back.  Once he reached the fabric of my underwear he
slipped just the tip of his fingers in the waistband.

    I continued to look into his blue eyes while he did this, never breaking
the gaze between us.  I thought that he was going to tell me to play with my
dick until it got hard so we could jerk off together.  He straightened himself
up so that we were face to face, just inches away from each other.  Then he
leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips.  "I love you, buddy."

    I was completely surprised and my immediate response was to stand up as
quickly as possible.  "What the fuck!" I exclaimed, but I realized that it was
only a thought that I heard in my head.  When I turned to look at Kyle he was
already standing beside me.  He placed one hand on my arm and the other
reached up to brush hair from my face.  His touch was so gentle and loving, but he
also appeared a bit nervous.  It seemed odd to me that his touch seemed to be
so sensual because, for the most part, he wasn't touching me any differently
than he always did.  Yet, the emotion behind it now was very affectionate rather
than the usual slap-on-the-back kind of gesture.

    He positioned himself directly in front of me.  He said my name as if he
had to repeat it because I hadn't heard him the first time he said it.  And
that was possible because I was still in a semi-shocked state of mind about what
had just happened.  I snapped back to the reality of the moment and I looked
him in the eye.  He leaned in close to my ear and whispered," I want you."  I
could feel his hot breath on my neck.  "Let me love you," he said.

    When he stuck his tongue in my mouth it felt very soft.  I had kissed ma
ny girls before and I guess it was because I had a guy's tongue in my mouth
that made me pay attention to every detail.  His saliva tasted kind of sweet and
it was warm.  He slowly moved his tongue around my mouth then in and out as he
was kissing me.  The urge to resist his advances subsided and I pushed my
tongue into his mouth and we were fully French kissing.  At that particular
moment I thought that it was very sexy and I noticed that my dick was hard and
sticking straight up and resting against Kyle's stomach, straining to escape the
confines of my briefs.

    Kyle cupped the back of my head as we continued to kiss.  His other hand
was running up and down my back.  Then he pushed my underwear down so that my
ass was exposed and he ran a finger along the crack of my ass.  He started to
walk forward, forcing me to bump into the edge of the bed and sit down.  As he
continued to move closer toward me I laid back on the bed and pulled him with
me until he was on top of me.

    It may have only been a few minutes, but it seemed like we had been
kissing for fifteen or twenty minutes.  Our hands were constantly caressing each
other's bodies.  I placed my hand on his muscular chest, rubbing his pecs and
softly pinching his nipples.  When I did this he allowed a moan to escape his
lips as he continued to kiss me.  The thought that he liked this inspired me to
use both hands to pinch his nipples and he moaned more loudly a couple times
then whispered my name.  "Oh, yeah.  Marcus."

    This turned me on.  Yet, at the same time, I questioned myself.  "Am I
gay?  Am I bisexual?  How come I'm not totally turned off by this?  What am I
doing?  Do I even know what I need to do to make Kyle feel good?"  I tried to
ignore all the random thoughts echoing in my mind.

    Kyle pulled my underwear off and tossed them to the floor then he stood
up to fully remove his briefs.  His cock was rock hard and thick.  He lowered
himself on top of me again and placed both his arms at my sides to keep his
weight from totally being on me.  Our cocks were touching and I could feel the
heat radiating from our tools as they rested against my stomach.  I had never
felt Kyle's dick before.  It seemed more inflated and heavy than I would have
imagined it to be.  In comparison to my dick, his was a little thicker and I
found myself intrigued by it.

    I grabbed his cock and tugged on it softly.  Kyle moaned and kissed me
harder.  I pulled on his dick a couple times and he stopped kissing me.  "I'm
sorry," I said.  "Did I pull too hard?"

    "No," he smiled.  "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah," I replied.

    "Good," he said and began to kiss me again.  He maneuvered our bodies
into a better position so that we were completely on the bed and our legs were no
longer dangling over the side.  It felt good to have a really soft pillow
under my head while Kyle's weight was on top of me.  He was careful not to apply
too much of his weight on me.  Still, the contrast between the softness of the
pillow and the weight of his hard body felt good.

    Kyle worked his lips down my neck and chest then sucked on my nipples.
The sensation was incredible.  I knew that the girls I had sex with really
liked to have their nipples sucked and pinched but I never knew that my nipples
could generate so much pleasure.  I placed my hands on Kyle's head as he
continued to suck and kiss my nipples.  Then he ran his tongue down my stomach,
licked the grooves of my abs and worked his way around my navel.

    I knew that Kyle was slowly, but surely approaching my cock, yet I hadn't
completely convinced myself that he was actually doing it.  He reached the
edge of my trimmed pubes and remained motionless for a second.  I could hear him
breathing heavily then he looked up at me and smiled.  It was as if he was
taking one last look at the Marcus he knew before we had become intimate.  He
looked so happy, like a young boy content to be playing outside, running free
and having fun on a hot summer day.

    I smiled in return as I watched him lower his mouth to my cock.  He
hesitated for a second then stuck his tongue out to lick the head of my dick, which
made it jump with excitement.  He sort of sucked the head of my cock into his
mouth and used his tongue to explore my tool.  Then he slowly began to take
in more and more of my dick until it was almost entirely in his mouth.  He
bobbed his head up and down, sucking and using his tongue.

    Kyle hadn't been sucking long when I thought about what our gay friend at
school had told us once.  "A guy knows what a guy likes," he said, explaining
why he thought men gave better head than women do.  As Kyle sucked my cock I
discovered that I was in agreement with Roger.  It took a couple minutes for
Kyle to really get into it but yes, a guy really does know how to please
another man.

     I was concentrating on the sensation of having Kyle's mouth on my cock
and the pleasure that it was creating when I noticed that I was moaning
somewhat loudly.  I was so caught up in the moment that I had forgotten that Kyle and
I were not truly the only people alive at that moment.  I began to panic that
my father or mother might hear us and walk into my room to investigate.  I
gently pushed Kyle away from my dick and stood up.  He looked at me with a frown
of disappointment.  "Wait a second," I said as I stood up.  I quickly locked
the door then returned to the bed.  I pushed Kyle back so that he was lying
down and I climbed on top of him.  I wanted to give him the same pleasure and
satisfaction that he had been giving me.

    I leaned down and kissed him.  I licked his lips and kissed the side of
his face, working my way to his eyebrow then I nibbled on his earlobe.  I
kissed his neck and slowly worked my way down his chest.  He smelled incredible.
The musk was strong and kind of sweet.  I don't know if it was the sexual
energy or Kyle's natural scent but his aroma was making me all tingly inside.  As I
moved closer and closer toward his cock I savored his scent and the slightly
salty taste of his sweat.

    I grabbed his cock and moved it toward my mouth.  Kyle was rock hard and
there was a spot of pre-cum glistening at the tip.  I slowly placed his dick
in my mouth and realized that it was much softer than I would have thought a
hard cock would be.  I wanted to take it all into my mouth but it was too long
and I was too inexperienced at giving head to a guy.  I think that my teeth may
have grazed his cock a couple times but Kyle didn't complain.  He moaned.
"Oh, yeah, buddy.  Your mouth feels so good, Marcus."

    This turned me on even more so I attempted to give him the best head I
could.  I guess I was doing a pretty good job because he was moaning more and
more as I continued to suck on his big dick.  I soon discovered a good rhythm
and worked his cock with my mouth for quite some time.  He started to thrust his
hips, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth.  I'm not sure if he was
concentrating on the thrusts or my newfound skills at sucking cock, but he didn't
seem to notice that my finger was playing with his asshole.

    I quickly stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it and returned to paying
attention to his ass.  The wetness provided a decent amount of lubrication and I
was able to insert the tip of my finger into his hole.  He grunted and tensed
up for a second before he relaxed again and let me push my finger deeper into
his ass.  Once my finger was all the way in he started to moan with more
frequency and volume, calling out my name with rushed breaths.  Soon he was moving
his ass so that when I pushed in he would slightly push to work in unison
with me.  I was amazed that I was actually finger-fucking Kyle and this got me
excited so I decided to use two fingers.  He let me do this for a few minutes
then he quickly pulled away, grabbed me, turned me around, threw me on my back
and was positioned on top of me before I even realized what had happened.

    Kyle quickly took my cock into his mouth.  He pushed my legs up so that
my knees bent and allowed him access to my ass.  He used his tongue to lick my
balls and work his way on the inside of my legs and under my ball sac.  Then I
felt his tongue in the crack of my ass, lapping away at my virgin hole.  It
felt so good and I wasn't prepared for the sensation of having his tongue in my
ass.  He pushed his tongue in and out of me just as I had used my finger on
him.  The sensation was unbelievable and I was soon stroking my cock.  As he
continued to do this I thought I was going to burst with my biggest load of cum
ever.

     I guess he realized that I was going to cum soon because he stopped and
returned to kissing me.  I could taste myself in his mouth and I could smell
the musk of my crotch on his face.  I was breathing heavy and it seemed awfully
hot in the room.  Then Kyle pushed my bent legs closer up to my chest and
positioned himself perfectly between my legs so that the head of his cock was
resting against my asshole.  I sighed heavily and let my body relax more.

    Kyle was looking into my eyes and he leaned in closer to kiss me.  "I
love you so much, Marcus."

    "I love you, too."

    He was rubbing my chest and kissing me passionately.  I could feel his
cock pressing harder and harder against my ass.  I placed my hand on his chest
to indicate that I wanted him to stop and I spit into my other hand.  I grabbed
his dick and used my saliva to get his dick wet and slippery.  "Okay," I
whispered.

    "Are you sure?" he asked.  The expression on his face was so caring and
sincere that I thought I might actually fall in love with him.

    "Yeah," I replied.  "Go slow."

    Kyle nodded and placed his cock against my ass again.  Initially all he
managed to do was poke me with his dick where he mistakenly thought my hole
was.  Then he very gently started to push it into my ass and then I felt the head
of his cock enter.  I immediately clenched my ass more tightly around his
cock.  There was a slight burning, stinging sensation, similar to a pinch.  It
felt like he was tearing me as he entered.  And for a second I worried that he
might very well be doing just that.

    "Relax," he whispered and kissed me.

    I let my body calm down so that I could accept his cock into my ass
without making it more painful.  Kyle started to suck on my nipples and that made
me relax more and not concentrate solely on the pain of his dick entering my
ass.  Soon he had penetrated more of his cock into me and I thought that he must
have at least half of it inside me.

    "Almost there," he said.

    When I heard those words I was about to say that I wanted to stop because
I guessed that he wasn't in as far as I thought he might be.  I wasn't eager
to experience a big rush of pain again but before I could say anything I felt
his dick slide all the way in me.

    "I'm all the way in," he said.  "Are you okay?"

    I nodded my head as I took a few deep breaths.  "Don't stop," I
protested.  "If you're all the way in then keep going."

    He began to slowly thrust.  He would pull his dick nearly all the way out
and then push it all the way in again.  Initially the pain was intense and I
thought I might pass out from the combination of heat, alcohol and the pain.
Then suddenly the aching subsided and it started to feel good to have Kyle's
cock thrusting in and out of me.  We were both moaning so I knew it must have
felt good for him as well.

    I was concentrating on the expression Kyle had on his face while he
thrust in and out of me.  I realized that I was telling him to fuck me harder.
"Yeah, fuck me harder, Kyle.  Harder."  Hearing my request made me chuckle
because I realized that I was actually pleading with my buddy to fuck me like he
probably fucks his girlfriend.

    He began to pound me harder and I could feel all his muscles rubbing
against mine as our bodies worked in unison.  His legs and balls were slapping
against me.  Every once in a while the impact would create the sound of a clap in
the room.  Again, a part of me was worried that the noise in my room would
attract the attention of my parents.  However, at that point I didn't care and
kept throwing my head back and saying "fuck me."

    I don't know how long we had been having sex but there was a lot of sweat
dripping off our bodies.  For a while I let my cock bounce up and down on my
stomach while Kyle plowed my ass with his eight and a half inches.  I started
to stroke my dick again and that sensation coupled with the pleasure of having
Kyle fuck me sent me over the edge.  My body started to tense up and then I
shot a load of cum all the way up my chest and the first glob landed on my
neck.  The orgasm was very intense and I shot out about six spurts of cum onto my
chest and stomach.  Kyle watched me cum and when my ass clenched more tightly
around his cock he began to pant and moan.  Soon I felt his hot cum shooting
inside me.  The warmth of it inside me felt so good that my body began to shake
as if I was about to cum again.

    Kyle quickly leaned down to kiss me long and hard.  Then he rested his
head on my chest and let his body relax on top of mine as he began to lick some
of the cum decorating my chest.  I could feel his cock becoming soft and limp
but he didn't immediately pull it out.  About a minute later he pulled himself
up and then his dick slipped right out.

    He gently kissed me on the lips.  "I love you."

    "I love you, baby," I replied.  I was a little surprised by the fact that
I had called him baby because I was certain that I was actually going to call
him buddy.  I soon drifted off to sleep with Kyle partially on top of me and
at my side.


    When I woke up I noticed that it was almost five in the morning.  Kyle
was still nuzzled up next to me, holding me in his arms.  He was quietly snoring.

    I took a few minutes to reflect on what had transpired between my best
friend and me.  I was in a state of disbelief.  Yet, I was also very clearly
aware of what we had done and I discovered that I was really happy that we had
sex.  "I wonder if I'm gay," I thought to myself.  I knew that I was still
attracted to girls and at that particular moment I couldn't envision myself
swearing off women from that point on to be homosexual.  Then I began to wonder if
Kyle might be gay.  If so, I wouldn't feel any differently toward him because he
was my very best friend and I loved him for being exactly who he was.  I was
also confusing myself more the longer that I allowed myself to struggle with
all the thoughts racing through my mind.

    I didn't want to analyze all the thoughts running around in my head.  I
needed to piss and I wanted to take a quick shower to wash all the sweat and
cum off my body.  Kyle looked so peaceful that I contemplated not leaving the
bed at all, but I soon maneuvered my way out of his grasp.  Before I walked to
the bathroom I glanced at Kyle and smiled.

    I never really appreciated the fact that my bedroom had it's own private
bath.  The luxury finally dawned on me while I was looking at myself in the
mirror.  I looked a mess, as if I had not showered in days.  I turned on the
water in the shower and then started to take a piss.  Just as I flushed the
toilet Kyle entered the bathroom in all his nude glory.  He was smiling and rubbing
the sleep from his eyes.  He walked up to me and gave me a quick kiss on the
back of my neck before he started to pee.

    I got into the shower and tilted my head back to let the hot water rush
over my face and body.  The warmth of the water felt really good and I became
conscious of the fact that my ass was sore from the pounding that Kyle had
subjected me to.  I put my finger in the crack of my ass, as if I possessed the
ability to heal by touch.  When I glanced at my fingers I noticed a small spot
of blood.  I leaned against the tile wall and allowed the water to splash down
on me.  Kyle's voice awakened me from my sluggish condition.

    "Can I get in too?"

    "Yeah," I answered as I pulled the sliding door open.  I moved over so
that he could get in and I reached for the soap.  When I bent over the water
sprayed directly onto my ass and the hot water caused the soreness of my hole to
sting.  I quickly straightened up and winced with pain.

    Kyle placed his hands on my shoulders.  "Are you okay?"

    I sighed and forced myself to come to my senses.  "Yeah.  I'm really sore
though."

    He looked at me with concern and grabbed the bottle of soap from my
hands.  He squirted some of the liquid into his hand and began to wash my back.
Then Kyle turned me to face him so that he could lather soap on my chest and
stomach.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't know I was going to hurt you so
much."  He kissed gently," I'm sorry."

    "I'm okay," I reassured him.  "It was my first time, you know," I smiled.

    Kyle allowed a chuckle to escape his lips with a big smile.  "Yeah, I
guess I took your virginity, huh?"  He seemed really proud of himself.

    I pondered the thought and reflected on the fact that I had lost my
virginity about two years ago with a girl I had dated for a while.  "Well, I
suppose I lost my virginity for the second time."

    By this time Kyle was washing my legs and then he kneeled down to take my
cock into his mouth.  I was immediately hard and enjoying the sensation.  I
felt Kyle's hands massaging my ass and I thought he was trying to tell me that
he wanted to fuck me again but he stood up to kiss me.  He resumed his
attention to my cock by stroking it so I grabbed his and did the same. He and I
kissed for a couple minutes then he opened the shower door.  "Let's go back to
bed," he smiled.

    We quickly dried off and let our towels fall to the floor.  I followed
Kyle to the bed and he pulled me with him, falling onto the mattress.  We were
lying next to each other; basically resting for a minute then he grabbed my
cock and began to stroke it until it was hard.  When I reached over to feel his
it was already hard.  I started to caress his dick but he stopped me and
whispered in my ear.  "Fuck me."

    I smiled.  "Now it's my turn to take your virginity, huh?"

    "Yeah," he exhaled.  "I want you to."

    I positioned myself between his legs and leaned in to kiss his lips and
neck.  I wet my finger then gently inserted the tip into Kyle's ass.  He moaned
as I pushed more and more of it into him.  After I kissed him again I spit in
my hand and used it to lubricate my dick.

    Kyle was breathing sort of heavily so I knew that he was nervous about
what was going to happen.  I waited until I thought he was comfortable and
relaxed then I pressed the head of my cock against his ass.   Immediately he
grunted," ouch" and clenched his ass tightly, just as I did when he stuck his cock
in me.  He relaxed again.  "Are you okay?" I asked.

    He nodded his head yes.  "I'm ready."

    More and more of my cock slid inside of him.  He was so tight and it felt
so good to be in him that I immediately began to thrust tenderly with slow
movements.  As I did this Kyle relaxed even more and began to moan and coax me
on.  "Yeah, you feel so good, Marcus.  Keep fucking me, man."

    For a while I fucked him gently, doing my best to be careful and mindful
of the fact that this was his first time.  As we became more caught up in the
heat of the moment I began to thrust with more power.  Soon he and I were
working in a unified rhythm, enjoying every second. There were a couple times that
I made him bump his head against the headboard but he didn't seem to mind.
Close to fifteen minutes later Kyle informed me that he was close to coming.  I
pounded him faster and harder then I was ready to cum too.  I felt his body
tense and watched him shoot a big load of cum onto his stomach and chest.  This
pushed me over the edge and I too was soon spewing forth inside Kyle's ass.

    I leaned in close to kiss him passionately as my ejaculation subsided.
"I love you," I said in short breaths.

    "I love you too," he smiled and grabbed me in a tight embrace.  His arms
were powerful and holding me as if he wanted to keep me from trying to get
away from him.

    Kyle and I lay in bed a few minutes, continuing to hold each other.  I
was exhausted and thirsty.  My body was craving water so I stood up to put my
underwear on.

    "What are you doing?" he asked.

    "I'm going to get some water.  You want anything from the kitchen?"

    "Get me a bottled water, too."

    When I returned to my bedroom I handed him a bottle of water and quickly
consumed mine in a few gulps.  I removed my briefs and kicked them to the
floor before getting back into bed.  Kyle wrapped his arms around me and kissed me
gently on the shoulder.  Within minutes we both drifted to sleep.

    Hours later I awakened to the sound of my name.  Thoughts of making love
to Kyle rushed through my mind and I smiled.  I opened my eyes and looked at
Kyle who was looking directly at me with a funny look on his face.  "What?"

    Then I heard my mother's voice.  "You guys are going to be late for
brunch."

    I quickly sat up in bed and looked at my mother who was standing in the
doorway of my room.  I then remembered that I had forgotten to lock the door
when I returned from getting the water earlier in the morning.  I must have had
the expression of a complete idiot with an utterly surprised look on my face.
I attempted to erase the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look I no doubt gazed
upon my mother with.  "Um... what time is it?"

    "It's nearly eleven o'clock.  Our reservation is for noon so you two
lazy boys better get up and get dressed.  We need to leave relatively soon
because we have to pick Vanessa up."

    "Okay."

    "Be ready in a half hour," she said as she turned on her heel to leave.

    "Oh, shit," I exclaimed in a hushed tone as I jumped out of bed.  Kyle
had been lying next to me, so close that he could have been on top of me.  We
were both naked and we had not used much of the bedding to cover us while we
slept.  I was certain that the room probably reeked of sex and our clothes were
thrown about the room in an awkward fashion.  "Oh, shit," I repeated.

    Kyle stood up and looked at me with a sympathetic smile.  Then we both
started to laugh at the absurdity of the moment.  "Did you hear her come into
the room?" I asked, still somewhat panicked.

"Not at first," he answered.

"What did she see?"

"I'm not sure.  But I think we were still holding each other when she walked
in."

The image of my mother walking into my room and discovering her only son and
his best friend naked in bed mortified me.  "Holy shit!"

"Relax.  There's nothing we can do about it now," Kyle replied.  "She didn't
seem to be suspicious or pissed off or anything."

Kyle was right.  Three minutes ago was already part of the past.  "Yeah," I
surrendered.  "I just wish she wouldn't have walked in on us like that."

"It will be okay," Kyle smiled, doing his best to calm me.  "Besides... you're
a full-fledged adult now."

I punched him in the arm.  "Shut up and get dressed."

Kyle didn't want to wear the same clothes he had on at the party so he
borrowed a pair of jeans and T-shirt from my closet.  I dressed as quickly as
possible and we ventured downstairs to wait for my parents.  When I saw that they
were both in the kitchen my heart began to pound in my chest so strongly that I
thought I was about to have a heart attack.  I was becoming more nervous with
each step I walked.

    My father was sitting at the table and drinking a cup of coffee while my
mother stood at the sink rinsing out her cup.  She glanced at her reflection
in the window and brushed the blonde hair from her eyes.  She placed the cup on
the counter and turned around.  "Oh, good," she said.  "Are you about ready
to go?"

    Kyle and I both nodded.  I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the
table.

    "Did you boys have a good time last night?" my father asked.

    "Yes," I answered, hoping that he wasn't asking me because my mother had
told him about the scene she walked in on.  "I think I had too many beers
though."

    He chuckled.  "Got a hangover?"

    "No."

    "And how do you feel this morning?" my mother asked Kyle.

    "I'm fine.  I'm starving though."

    "Well, let's go then," she suggested as she crossed the kitchen.  She
kissed my cheek and then ran her hands along her blouse where it was tucked into
her slacks.  Then she turned toward my father.  "Harold.  Let's go.  We have
two starving men to feed." she smiled.  He nodded and folded the newspaper he
had been reading.  Then he quickly finished his coffee and placed the cup in
the sink.


    The brunch was fine and everyone had a good time chatting about various
topics.  I constantly found myself looking at my mother in an effort to
determine if she was upset about discovering Kyle and I in bed together.  She didn't
seem to be acting out of the ordinary at all and I began to question whether
the thought of Kyle and I having had sex even crossed her mind.  Perhaps she
assumed that we had simply fallen asleep and the fact that we were naked didn't
influence her to think that we had fucked all night long.  I hoped that she
had believed that we were too intoxicated and just threw our clothes off and
passed out in bed.  She gave me absolutely no indication that she may be
questioning the activities of last night.

    When we had returned home Kyle and I retreated to my bedroom to be alone.
 "Do you feel weird about what happened last night?"

    "No," Kyle replied.  "Why, do you?"

    "No," I answered.  "I do feel weird about my mother walking in on us
though."

    Kyle began to pick his clothes up off the floor and fold them, placing
them on the bed next to his backpack.  "When I looked at you something motivated
me to touch you.  It just happened and I wasn't even sure about what I was
doing."  He turned toward me and stopped folding the shirt in his hand.  I
nodded and looked in his eyes, hoping that I wasn't making him uncomfortable.
"I'm glad it happened."

    "So am I," I responded.  "But... are you gay?"

    Kyle's face completely morphed into an expression of shock.  "No!"

    "I'm sorry.  I don't want to offend you. I've never ever questioned your
sexual orientation.  I was just wondering because I don't think there's a
gay bone in my body."  I paused for a second.  "But last night... it felt right.
I don't know how to explain it.  Having sex with you seemed normal... like we
should have been doing it all along."

    Kyle nodded that he understood what I was saying.  "Probably because
we've been close for so long.  I think it felt normal too.  But I'm not gay."

    "I'm not either," I replied quickly, as if saying it as fast as possible
would erase any homosexual overtones from the conversation.  However, in the
back of my mind I was beginning to wonder about my sexuality.  I was becoming
really confused.

"I've never played around with a guy before."  He placed the rest of his
clothes in his bag.  "Aside from the times that we masturbated together, I've
never even thought about doing anything sexual with a guy."

    There was a moment of silence before I finally said, "I haven't either."

    "Just like you said earlier... it just felt right.  I'm sorry if you're
uncomfortable.  And I hope you don't feel like I forced you to do something you
didn't want to."

    "No," I assured him.  "I wanted to, just as much as you did.  But now I'm
beginning to question my sexuality."  I shrugged my shoulders.  "If I enjoyed
last night so much, maybe that means I'm gay."

    Kyle motioned for me to sit next to him on the bed.  "I don't think it
does.  I don't feel like I'm suddenly gay just because you and I had sex."

    His statement surprised me.  "Really?  There isn't a part of you that's
curious about your sexual orientation?"

    "No.  I am absolutely still attracted to girls.  But I wanted to share
something special with you because I care for you so much.  Maybe it sounds kind
of stupid to hear this, but sex seemed like something special to share with
you.  Even though we are two straight guys.  I wanted to make love to you last
night.  And I wanted you to make love to me."

    "I understand," I replied.  "I still feel like a door that I never knew
existed has suddenly opened."

    "What do you mean?"

    I hesitated to say anything because I was unexpectedly embarrassed by
what I wanted to say to Kyle despite the fact that I was always willing to tell
him anything.  "Um... I think that I would like to do it again."

    He smiled and squeezed my hand.  "Me too."

    I was certainly happy to hear that he felt the same as me.  "Hearing you
say that makes me feel better."

    "I'm glad," he beamed.  "I don't know exactly where we go from here, but
we'll take it one step at a time."

    "Yeah," I agreed.  "It's not like our lives are going to spin out of
control all of a sudden, right?"

    "Exactly," he responded and kissed me.  He zipped up his bag and placed
the strap on his shoulder as he stood up, pulling me with him.  He grabbed my
waist and hugged me close to him. "Hope you had a good birthday."

    "I had a great birthday, buddy."

    "Good," he smiled as he walked to my bedroom door.  "If I don't see you
later then I'll see you at school tomorrow."

    "Alright.  See ya later," I replied and started to pick up my clothes.  I
tossed everything onto my bed so that I would remember to take it to the
laundry room later.  I thought it would be a good idea to wash my sheets as well
but I decided that I would do that while my parents were at work the following
day.  When I turned around Kyle was still standing in the doorway looking at
me.  He smiled, quickly waved then walked out.


As much as I tried not to, it was very difficult to not think about the
previous night.  I still could not believe that Kyle and I had sex.  The entire
scenario was very surreal, like a dream that I knew couldn't possibly be true.
Yet, it wasn't a crazy thought playing with my mind.  Though Kyle and I had
agreed to "take it one step at a time", I couldn't easily push it aside as if it
was something that I could ignore.  I ventured downstairs to watch television
so that other images and thoughts could entertain me.

    It was ten o'clock when my father said good night and went upstairs to
bed.  I remained seated on the sofa to finish the movie I was watching.  Then my
mother entered the room.  "Vanessa.  Don't stay up too late.  You have school
tomorrow."

    "I know," Vanessa replied, rolling her eyes in the process.

    "And don't roll your eyes at me, young lady."

    Vanessa smiled.  "Sorry, mom."

    "Marcus, the same goes for you, too.  Don't stay up too late."

    "I won't.  I'm going to finish this movie then I'm going to bed," I repl
ied.  When I looked at my mother I scanned her face for any trace of concern
or disappointment.

    She was smiling at me.  "I'm happy you had a wonderful birthday party,
Marcus."

    "Thanks, mom.  I think everyone had a good time and I did, too."

    "I know you did," she smiled and then began to walk out of the room.
"Good night."

    Vanessa and I both said good night and returned our attention to the
television.  However, I was now focusing on what my mother had said, with that big
smile on her face.

"I know you did."  What exactly did she know?  For a majority of the day I
had convinced myself that my mother didn't suspect that Kyle and I had sex.
Suddenly I wasn't certain about that anymore so I began to question myself again.
 I allowed all the questions to return.   They were going to drive me crazy
and keep me from falling asleep despite how tired I was.

    I sighed and rose from the sofa.  "Good night," I said to Vanessa and
went upstairs to my room.

    As I was lying in bed I didn't think much about what my mother might be
thinking.  I guess I wasn't as worried about her reaction as I thought I was.
Perhaps she didn't care.  At that moment I certainly didn't give a shit.  Big
deal, I told myself.

    I was exhausted, but restless.  I wasn't sure if I would be able to fall
asleep.  Masturbating always helped me fall asleep more quickly.  While I
stroked my dick I fantasized about the sex that Kyle and I had.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.