Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 20:28:16 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle #13

Marcus and Kyle #13
By Christian Mitchell
Copyright 2004.  All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Thirteen

    We attempted to go to the Abbey but anyone under twenty-one years old was
prohibited from entering.  Apparently during the day anyone can enjoy the
coffee house/cafe establishment.  Later it becomes a full-fledged bar.  So Roger
suggested that we venture down Santa Monica Boulevard to the Coffee Bean and
Tea Leaf.  It's actually my favorite place to go for coffee in Los Angeles so I
didn't mind that the Abbey was off limits to us.

    The three of us sat outside.  Just as we were about to begin talking a
tall, semi-muscular blonde guy walked up to our table.  I estimated that he was
at least twenty-five years old.  He placed his hand on Roger's shoulder and
shouted," bitch, I haven't seen you in weeks!"

    Roger immediately stood up and embraced the stranger.  "I'm a good boy
trying to earn my high school diploma, remember?"

    "Oh, that's right," the guy replied.  Then he looked at Kyle and me.
"And who are your two gorgeous friends?"

    "Oh, this is Marcus.  And this is Kyle.  They're friends of mine from
school," Roger smiled.  "Marcus and Kyle, this is Patrick."

    We shook hands and invited him to sit with us.  "Sorry, I can't.  I'm
running late, as always.  I'm meeting some friends at the Abbey."

    Kyle and I laughed.  "Of course!" I exclaimed.  "The one place we tried
to get into."

    "Baby, the three of you need to get some fake ID's," Patrick smiled.
"Then we'll all go together some time."

    "Maybe when we graduate," Roger replied.

    "You guys can go to Mickey's on Thursday nights.  It's eighteen and
over," he said.  "You'd have a good time."

    "Oh, yeah.  I forgot to mention that," Roger responded.  "We should do
that some time."

    "Okay.  Well, it was nice meeting the two of you," Patrick smiled.
"Roger call me.  You need to do a better job of staying in touch."  Then he
disappeared around some people standing on the sidewalk.

    "I've known Patrick for about a year," Roger informed us.  "He's a
really nice guy.  Pretty funny, actually."

    "Cool," Kyle replied as he sipped his latte.

    Roger looked at Kyle and me then smiled.  "I'm really happy that the two
of you have each other."

    "Thank you," I responded with a grin.  "I'm happy about that, too."

    "I think it's really cool that you guys have been best friends for so
long and wound up in each other's arms.  That would be the ideal situation for
any person emerging from the closet."

    "I guess we're really lucky," Kyle said.

    "You are lucky," Roger stressed.  "When I came out of the closet I felt
like I was all alone.  I didn't really have anyone to turn to.  Then when I
started coming to West Hollywood I practically slept with the first guy that
flirted with me.  And believe me, that wasn't the ideal situation for me."

    "Why?" I asked.

    "Because he was an asshole," Roger replied.  He smiled and relaxed in his
chair.  "Do I sound bitter?"

    "Well, yeah," I smiled.

    "Well, I am," Roger laughed.  "Okay, seriously.  It wasn't very romantic
or anything.  He pretty much flirted with me and told me all the stuff he
thought I wanted to hear.  And I guess they were all the things I wanted to hear
because I thought I was falling in love with him."  He laughed again.  "Can you
believe that?  How stupid of me.  I was barely seventeen years old and I'd
only known him for about a week."

    "How old was he?" Kyle asked.

    "Twenty-four."

    "Into older men," I smiled.

    "I guess so," Roger replied.  "Anyway.  The third time that we hung out
he invited me back to his place.  I went.  We were making out and he started to
drop hints that he wanted to have sex.  At first I resisted.  Mostly, because
I was nervous.  But I surrendered to desire and lost my virginity.  Then I
never heard from him again."

    "That's fucked up," I said.

    "Yeah, well, that kind of shit happens a lot.  There are a lot of older
guys who are very eager to pounce on young gay men."

    I was somewhat shocked by the story and the latter statement that Roger
had made.  "So he didn't really have much of an interest in you as a person.
He just wanted to sleep with you."

    "Yep," he responded as he gulped the last of his blended beverage.

    "I'm sorry that happened to you," I said.

    "Me, too," Kyle chimed in.

    Roger shrugged his shoulders.  "Life goes on.  Thankfully, I've become a
bit more experienced with weeding out the assholes since then."

    "Good," I smiled.

    "But as long as we're on the subject," Roger continued.  "That brings me
to a topic that I wanted to discuss with the two of you.  It's sort of
embarrassing.  So please forgive me if I sound like an idiot or I make you guys
uncomfortable."

    Kyle and I nodded.

    "Are you guys practicing safe sex?"

    Neither one of us responded right away.  "Well, no," I finally answered.

    "Since we're young then I guess it's pretty much okay.  Unless the two
of you have slept with a lot of people.  If you have slept with a lot of girls
or guys, then you need to use condoms.  And you probably should get yourself
tested."

    "I can promise you," Kyle stated.  "We have not slept with a lot of
people.  And neither one of us has had sex with other guys before."

    "Good," Roger smiled.  "I'm not totally freaking you out, am I?"

    "No, we're fine," I replied.

    "If the two of you start sleeping around then you need to be safe."

    "We're not going to cheat on each other," Kyle said.

    "Great," Roger beamed.  "But you never know.  Shit happens.  And what if
you guys have a threesome or something?"

    Kyle and I looked at each other.  It did seem as if Roger was lecturing
us, but it wasn't so much so that we became angry or uneasy with the
conversation.

    "Yeah," Roger stressed.  "You need to think about these things.  Condoms.
 Lube.  Flavored creams and stuff."

    Kyle raised his eyebrows with interest.

    "I guess lube would make sex easier," I replied.

    "You guys haven't been using any lube at all!" Roger exclaimed, a little
too loudly.

    A couple at a nearby table looked in our direction and smiled.

    "Let's not broadcast the details to all of West Hollywood," Kyle laughed.

    "Sorry," Roger grinned.  "I need to take you guys shopping for some
supplies."


    We returned to my house about ten o'clock.  After Roger was certain that
he had his bag of sexual supplies he hugged us both good-bye.

    Kyle and I stood in the driveway talking.

    "I don't want to go home yet," Kyle said.  "I want to be with you."

    I smiled.  "Since our parents know that we're having sex, do you think it
would be weird to spend the night together."

    Kyle rubbed his stomach.  "Um, I don't think my parents would be totally
comfortable with that yet."

    "Yeah," I replied.  "I'm not sure about my parents."

    "Should we bring it up and see what they say?" Kyle asked.  "Or should we
just figure out where we can go?"

    I shrugged my shoulders and bit down on my lip.  I pondered the thought
and replied," we can ask.  If they say no, then we'll know what our options
are."

    "Okay," Kyle responded and nudged me with his arm.  "You lead the way."

    I laughed.  "Stop pushing."


    Once we were inside my house we spotted my parents in the living room
watching television.

    "Did you guys have a nice time out?" my mother asked.

    "Yes," we replied.

    "Where's Roger?"

    "He went home," I responded.

    "Where did the two of you spend the evening?" dad questioned.

    "Um, West Hollywood," I answered.

    "Oh," he smiled.  "Well, I hope you had a good time."

    "I have a serious question for you guys," I said.

    My parents both perked up and looked directly at me.

    "Do you think it would be alright if Kyle spent the night?"

    My father looked at my mother.  She scratched a spot on her arm.  "Well,
I think that your father and I need to talk about that first," she said.

    "That's fine," I replied.  "We'll be in the kitchen or on the patio."

    "Well, wait a minute," my father said as he straightened his posture.
"You're both eighteen years old.  You had the courage to confide in us about
your relationship.  So let's talk about this as adults then."

    My mother looked at him as if she were a little concerned that he had
said that.

    Kyle and I sat on the sofa across from them.

    "Kyle has spent the night here numerous times.  We've never had a problem
with that.  But now sex is involved," my father said.  "I think that your
mother and I would need to be certain that you're being responsible."

    "Yes," she agreed.  "It would seem pretty ridiculous to suddenly not
allow Kyle to spend the night."

    "We're not asking just because we want to have sex," I said.  "We
haven't been screwing non-stop since the first time."

    "That's a mighty colorful way of putting it," she complained.

    "Sorry.  You know what I mean."

    "They're adults now," my father said.  "What do you think, Carol?"

    "Well," she replied, drawing out the word extensively.  "Your father's
right.  You are both adults now.  And you need to be responsible.  If we have
those assurances, then I guess there's nothing wrong with it."

    I held up the bag of sex supplies that Kyle and I had purchased earlier
in the evening.  "We have the tools and maturity to be responsible adults."

    My parents smiled somewhat nervously.  "Okay, we don't need to inspect
the bag, Marcus," she said.

    "Thank you," I said as I stood up.  "This means a lot to us.  I'm happy
that we have your permission to be together in this house."

    My father cleared his throat.  "Obviously, Kyle's parents will have to
say that it's okay for him to spend the night.  So you need to check with them
first."

    "We will," Kyle replied.  "I'll call them in a little bit."

    About twenty minutes later Kyle called his house.  It was his mother that
answered the phone and said yes.  She said that she would let his father know
that he wouldn't be home.


    Kyle and I remained in the living room watching television with my
parents.  Since we didn't want to make them uncomfortable by immediately running
upstairs, we waited for them to go to bed first.

    We really didn't waste any time getting undressed.  We jumped into bed
with the bag of goodies near by.  For a while we lay in bed touching and
caressing each other's bodies.  We kissed and talked a little.

    "I wanna make love to you," Kyle whispered.

    I positioned myself more comfortably while Kyle grabbed the bag.  He
dumped the condoms and lube on the bed.  He smiled.  "It seems kind of stupid to
be using a condom now.  But we should use them until we know for sure, right?"

    "Yeah," I said.  "Let's try it this way.  Then we can make a decision
about using condoms after we've been tested."

    He nodded as he rolled the condom on his cock.  When he picked up the
bottle of lube he pretended to read the instructions very seriously.  Then he
squeezed some of the liquid into his hand.

    "It's kind of cold," he smiled.  "And too much squirted out."

    I quickly glanced about the room.  "Wipe some of it on one of our shirts."

    He did as instructed then applied some of the lube to his cock then my
ass.  He was right, it was kind of cold.  Plus it felt very slippery.

    "Yeah, this is going to make sex a lot easier," he chuckled.

    I grabbed his face and pulled him to me.  We kissed long and hard for a
couple of minutes.  "I need you," I moaned.

    He started to push the head of his cock into my ass very slowly.  The
length was sliding in very easily.  I did not feel the same amount of pain that I
experienced previously when we had sex.  Once he was in to the hilt he began
to gently thrust.