Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 21:35:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BOOK, PART III

THIS IS A STORY! IT IS NOT TRUE! But it is for your enjoyment. You can read
it. You can even make copies of it and give it to your friends. But you
can't sell it. It belongs to me and I have a really nasty lawyer who loves
suing people for stealing other people's hard work. So be warned! As for
those of you who are so homophobic that you can't stand the idea of two
males loving each other - get the fuck out of here. For the rest of you,
enjoy!

THE BOOK - Part3                   
by RimPig   2001         


I woke up before Kyle the next morning. Somehow in the night, we had
changed positions and Kyle was asleep with his head on my stomach. I looked
down at him while he slept. I still couldn't believe what had happened
between us last night. A tremble shot through my body as I remembered the
feelings of Kyle making love to me.

I reached down and brushed back a lock of his hair which had fallen over
his forehead. I don't remember the last time I had seen him asleep. What
surprised me was how much younger he looked.  He looked so much like he did
when he was a little boy. A wave of emotion went through me leaving me
almost breathless in its intensity. I was so incredibly in love with
Kyle. And now, I knew he loved me, too. Nothing in my life had made me this
happy and content. Knowing Kyle loved me made everything else in life seem
almost irrelavent by comparison.

I continued to watch him while he slept. I was overwhelmed with my
feelings. I never knew that love could feel this way. It was almost as if I
was floating in a world that we two had created. I never wanted this moment
to end. I wanted to just stay in this bed with Kyle sleeping against me and
never leave it. I know this didn't make any sense, and I didn't care. I
wanted to push away the trouble I had a feeling was coming.

I knew tomorrow was coming and that with it came our parents. I knew within
myself that it would be impossible to hide the change in feelings that I
had towards Kyle. It was one thing to be in love with someone you think you
will never have. To be in love with someone who also loves you is quite
another thing. I knew my happiness would show and I had no plausible
explanation for it. And I also figured just the way I knew I would look at
Kyle would give the whole thing away. I just didn't know what I could do
about it.

About this time, Kyle finally started to wake up. He rubbed his head
against my stomach and then kissed me there.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering when you would finally come to."
I said to him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"I was having this wonderful dream," he replied, "I was dreaming that I had
finally told you the truth about how much I loved you and you told me you
loved me the same."

"That wasn't a dream, you know." I said quietly.

"That's what made the dream so wonderful. Waking up and knowing it was
true." he answered.

Kyle raised up and rested his back against the headboard of the bed. He
reached over and pulled me to him and leaned down to take my mouth with
his. As our tongues did battle, his hands moved over my body bringing my
whole body alive with desire for him. I reached over and began to run my
hand down his muscular chest and down across his hard stomach until my hand
snuck beneath the covers and encountered his already hardening maleness. I
stroked it to fullness while mine answered with equal hardness.

Kyle broke the kiss, leaned down, and began licking and nipping at my neck
with his lips and teeth. I raised my chin to give him better access and
moaned in ecstasy at the feelings he was causing me to have.

He pushed me over on my back and climbed over me, his mouth still attached
to my neck. I writhed beneath him feeling his hardness pushing against
me. Our bodies dueled against each other, sliding against each other and
causing desire to reach a fever pitch.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted to surrender to Kyle, to feel him enter me,
to make me a part of him, to join into one body. And it seems that Kyle had
the same idea as he continued to move lower on my body. Taking possession
of my tender nipple with his teeth, he pushed my legs apart and pushed
between them. I answered by raising my legs and wrapping them around his
slender hips.

He continued to drive forward until he was at the entrance to my body. Then
he pushed slowly but strongly foward. I felt the pressure and concentrated
on relaxing to allow him to enter Slowly, with tenderness and care, he
entered me and I could feel the surge of him through my body as he took
possession of me.

When he had penetrated me to the maximum of his strength, he stopped to
allow me to adjust to the feeling of him filling me. He leaned down and
again kissed me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth as he filled my
body. As he continued to kiss me, he began to move within me. Small
movements at first to judge my ability to handle this intimacy. When I
showed acceptance, he began to make stronger and longer movements within
me. The power of his movements and the strength of his body drove me deep
into a world of feeling and love which carried me with him into the crisis
of bliss. He climaxed deep within me as I climaxed between us.

Kyle collapsed on top of me but remained within me. I found myself
tightening my muscles as if to keep him inside me and not allow him to
withdraw. Kyle moaned as he felt the tightness surround him.

"You'd better let me out, Chris. I need to go to the bathroom." he moaned.

"Nope! I won't ever let you go!" I laughed.

"Chris, I'm serious! If you don't let me up, then you're just going to have
to suffer the consequences."  he threatened.

"I don't care. You aren't getting away from me!"

It was about this time, that I felt him begin to swell slightly within me
followed by a feeling of warmth and fullness inside me.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed.

"I told you that you would have to suffer the consequences. Actually, this
feels kinda good!"

"Yes, I have to admit it kinda does, but I don't know whether I like you
using me this."

"I think you do but won't admit it because you're ashamed of liking it." he
said, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Well....maybe." I squirmed under his stare. "Ok, yes it's kinky, but I do
like it."

"Well, now I don't have to get up!" he grinned.

"No, but I do!!!" I said, holding myself tight while I ran for the
bathroom.

While I was showering, Kyle got in the stall with me. He took the soap away
from me and began to slowly wash me. He ran his hands over my back and
chest and then moving lower to stroke and clean my butt and then reached
around to my sex. The feeling of his hands gliding over my skin on the thin
film of soap was incredible. I turned in his arms to face him and we kissed
in the cascading water. I took the soap from him and returned the favor,
running my hands everywhere on his hard, muscular body, finally ending with
his face which I drew towards me for yet another kiss.

The kiss was deep, and started to grow deeper when I suddenly felt Kyle
give my ass a sharp, hard slap.

"Hey!" I screamed. "What was that for?!"

"That was to keep from having sex in the shower! I'm not superman. I need
some time to recover, even if you don't!" he said.

"That's not true. I wasn't starting anything. At least I didn't mean
to...." I lied through my teeth. I wanted to start all over again. I wanted
to spend as much time in Kyle's arms as I could.

"Yeah, right! I know what you're up to. And it's not that I don't want to,
it's just that I can't right now.  Ok?"

"Yeah. Ok. But does that mean I can't be in your arms? Does it mean you
can't touch me or I can't touch you?" I pleaded.

"No, it doesn't mean that. It just means don't expect anything to go
farther for a while." he told me with a smile on his face.

"Ok. So lets get out of here and snuggle for a while." I begged.

"I really think I want some breakfast before I get back into a bed with
you!" he said laughing.

So we had breakfast. I wasn't unhappy. I was hungry, too. But best of all,
I was having breakfast with the man I loved most in the world. We had been
having breakfast together for most of our lives, but this was a very
different meal. We laughed, we touched, we even fed each other toast. But
most of all, we had the freedom to look at each other and see in each
other's eyes all the love that we finally could admit we felt for each
other.

We were in our own world as we ate and did the dishes. At times, it was
like we were kids together again. We got into a splashing contest while
washing dishes and ended up soaking each other. That was incredibly erotic
because we had been wearing our regular white jockeys and we got them so
wet they became almost transparent.

After we finished, we did go back to the bedroom and layed for a while in
each other's arms. We talked about everything and nothing and punctuated
the conversation with kisses and tastes of each others bodies.

But eventually we had to finally talk about what we were going to do. Kyle
had an idea. He had a friend at the University who could arrange to have me
accepted there for school in the fall. That way we could be together and
away from our parents. It sounded like a good plan, but I was still
afraid. What if our parents wouldn't let me go? How would my schooling get
paid for? Kyle had an answer for that which I would never had thought of.

"Chris, do you know how I'm going to school? Do you know who's paying for
it?" he asked me.

"Well, sure! Mom and Dad are paying for it." I replied.

"Nope, not one red cent!" he told me.

I looked at him in shock.

"What do you mean? If they're not paying for it, who is?" I asked.

"Grandpa Bill. He's paying for my tuition, books and housing. I'll have to
get a part-time job to pay for my other living expenses." Kyle told me.

Grandpa Bill was our mother's father. He lived near San Francisco and we
didn't see him very often.  We'd never been to visit him and when he
visited us, he always stayed in a hotel. We had always gotten the feeling
that Grandpa Bill didn't really like our Dad very much and felt that Mom
shouldn't have married him. But we had no proof. It was just that things
were painfully polite when Grandpa Bill would visit. Because of this, I'd
never gotten close to him and I wondered how Kyle did.

"Why is Grandpa Bill paying for you to go to school? Did you ask him to?" I
asked.

"No. It was during his last visit here. I guess Mom had told him about me
wanting to come to California to study and he offered to help." he replied.

"Do you think he'll help me as well?"

"We can only ask. Why don't I call him and explore it with him. At least
then we'll have an answer."  Kyle said.

Kyle went into the study and called Grandpa Bill. He was on the phone for a
while and then called me to the phone. Grandpa Bill told me how thrilled he
would be to have both his grandsons close to him and that he would be more
than happy to do for me what he was doing for Kyle. And then he said
something weird that I didn't understand. He told me that he just couldn't
see Kyle and I being separated. I sincerely answered that I didn't want
that to happen either. But I couldn't understand how Grandpa Bill could
understand that without knowing what was going on between us.

After getting off the phone with Grandpa Bill, I explored this with Kyle.

"Kyle, Grandpa Bill said something very strange to me." I told him.

"What?"

"He said that he couldn't see you and I being separated. Why would he think
that? Does he know about our feelings for each other?" I asked.

"I don't see how he could. I've never told anyone and I don't think you
ever did, did you?" Kyle asked me.

"No, of course not! I was afraid to tell anyone for fear of them thinking I
was weird or worse, them telling you!" I assured him.

"Well, it doesn't matter. We know he'll do it so all we have to worry about
now is getting Mom and Dad to agree." Kyle said smiling.

"I don't really see that it's a problem now. We're both over 18 and they
actually have nothing to do with it." I said.

"That's true," said Kyle. "But, trust me, it will be a lot easier if they
agree to this."

"I don't care what they agree to! Nothing! Nothing is going to stop me from
being with you now that I know you love me!" I began to get very
emotional. The thought that I would lose Kyle now that we finally found out
how we felt about each other was more than I could bear.

Kyle quickly took me in his arms and drew me to him. He kissed my hair and
quietly whispered to me that no one was going to come between us - he would
never allow it. He told me that I was his and he was mine. And not just for
a while, but forever. My heart burst with the joy of his declaration and I
cried unashamedly with my face turned to his chest. He stroked my hair and
let me cry out my emotions as he continued to hold me to him.

Finally, I got myself under control and quieted down. I rested against
Kyles chest and listened to his strong heart beating. I smelled the scent
of him and felt safer in his arms than I had ever felt in my life.  The
thought that this strong male would always be there to love and protect me
almost started me crying again. Instead, I reached up and pulled Kyle's
head down to where our lips could meet again. I wanted him so badly. I had
never known desire like this before. Oh, I had the hots for guys. But that
felt nothing like this. Yes, I wanted to have sex with Kyle, but I wanted a
great deal more!

Most of all, I had this incredible urge to somehow melt into him, to become
a part of him. I didn't just want sex, I wanted his tenderness, his
caress. I wanted him to show me physically how much he loves me and I
wanted to somehow physically show him how much he means to me. I wanted to
lose myself in him and for us to become one with each other.

I pulled back from our kiss and looked up into Kyle's deep blue eyes. What
I saw there almost stopped my breath. I had never seen that much intense
desire looking back at me in my life! Kyle wanted me and he wanted me NOW!

That was just fine with me.

Suddenly I felt myself rising in the air off the couch. Kyle had literally
picked me up in his arms and was carrying me to the bedroom. I put my arms
around his neck and hung on. I knew he was strong, but had no idea he was
this strong. He carried me like I barely weighed anything at all and gently
layed me on the bed. He quickly stripped me of my briefs and just as
quickly removed his own before he climbed on the bed over me.

As he rose above me, I reached up and pulled him down on me. His weight
felt so safe and comforting on me. I reached my arms around his body and
began to run my hands up and down his muscular back. Kyle began using his
teeth and tongue on my neck and shoulder sending shudders through my body
and raising goose flesh.

Suddenly, I felt him grab me and I found myself turning in the bed ending
up on top of Kyle. As he lay there beneath me, he raised his arms above his
head, offering himself to my exploration. I quickly took advantage of the
situation and began to lick his chest and nipples. As I continued, I was
inexorably drawn to his underarms where the scent of his maleness was
strongest. I buried my face in his arm pit, breathing in his scent and
gradually extending my tongue to taste the salty tang of his flesh. I was
lost to the shear erotocism of the moment. I felt Kyle reach over and run
his hands through my hair as I continued to bath his body with my tongue.

As I moved back to recapture one of his nipples with my teeth, I was nudged
from behind by his hard, throbbing maleness. It was then I knew what he
wanted. He wanted for me to take the lead this time, to bring us both
pleasure. And I was more than happy to do so. I reached behind me and
positioned him for entry and then slowly began to move backward, absorbing
him into me as I went. I watched his face as I did so and saw the exquisite
ecstasy register as he felt the heat of my body.

When I was completely impaled on him, I leaned forward and kissed him
deeply but quickly rose again until I sat astride him. He stroked my thighs
and moaned deeply as I rose and fell over him. I felt his hips convulsively
rising to meet my downward thrusts. I looked down and we looked deeply into
each other's eyes while we continued to deeply pleasure each other.

Our passions were rapidly going out of control when suddenly Kyle raised up
and locked my hips against him with his strong hands, not allowing me to
continue to move. I could understand what he was doing as I felt him
lifting me off him. The emptiness caused me to cry out and Kyle quickly
covered my mouth with his own. He gently rolled me to the side and then
laid back down while raising his legs, his knees almost touching his chest.

At first, I couldn't understand what he wanted and then it hit me. I
couldn't believe it but, when I looked into his eyes and saw his yearning
and desire, there was no question in my mind.

"Chris, I want you to be a part of me, too!" he said breathlessly, his
desire making his voice husky.

"I don't want to hurt you!" I assured him, my voice trembling with fear and
desire.

"Don't worry, you won't. Just take it slow and easy. I've never done this
before."

Of course this last statement took the fear and desire in me to
astronomical levels! He was giving himself to me in a way he had never
given himself to anyone before. A pang went through me, wishing that I
could have given him the same gift. But instead, I would try to make this
an experience that he would never forget. I knew I certainly wouldn't.

I moved between his legs and placed myself at the entrance to his body and
slowly and gently began pushing forward. At first his body resisted me. I
was afraid to push harder for fear of hurting him until I felt his hands on
my hips pulling me forward stronger. The resistance gave and I felt the
heat of his body surround me. Were it not for his strong arms and hands
guiding me, I probably would have pushed forward until I was completely
surrounded by him. But he held my hips in place and gave himself time to
become accustomed to this intrusion into his body. I felt the tightness of
him begin to loosen and at the same time, felt his hand drawing me
deeper. After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a couple of
minutes, I found myself deep inside him and surrounded by his intense
heat. Together we groaned at the completion of our union. We stayed that
way for several minutes and then I felt Kyle's hands again guiding my
hips. I began to gently move in and out of him. As he became used to the
movement and began to feel the ecstacy, he let go of my hips and moved his
hands to my chest where he began to run his hands over my body and togently
tweak my nipples.

We were quickly lost in the passion of our union. Our emotions and physical
intensity drove us to the pinnacle and began to push us over the
top. Together we groaned out in mutual pleasure. And then I collapsed on
him.

Kyle wrapped his arms around me and held me, our sweat gluing our bodies
together. We both were silent as we tried to regain our regular
breathing. I finally looked up into Kyle's eyes and saw such love and
happiness there I was almost again moved to tears.

"Now we are truly one, bro. I'm yours as much as you are mine." he said
quietly.

"And we will never be separated by anyone?" I asked.

"Never." he promished.

We lay there together for the rest of the afternoon, talking, kissing,
touching, holding. We learned more about each other, secrets that we had
kept from each other. We shared with each other the times when our love for
each other had been painful to restrain and all the times when we almost
took the chance to tell each other the truth.

We slept for a while and then Kyle woke me with a kiss.

"Come on, sleepy head. Let's get dressed. I'm going to take us out to
dinner someplace special." Kyle said.

"Where?" I asked.

"Nope! It's a surprise. Just get dressed." Kyle said, leaving me to get
ready.

I put on my tightest jeans and a form fitting t-shirt of silver lurex which
sparkled gently in light. As I looked at myself in the full-length mirror,
I saw Kyle behind me leaning on the door frame, looking at me.

"I certainly have the most beautiful lover in the world." he said, quietly.

My heart nearly stopped at his use of the word "lover". Never did I dream
that I would ever hear that word from Kyle's mouth. And my joy almost was
uncontainable.  "No." I said, "I have the most beautiful lover in the
world" I turned, smiling at him.

Kyle stood up straight and began to walk towards me. When he reached me, I
expected him to embrace me but instead he took my shoulders and turned me
back to the mirror. Then, from his hand he produced a gold chain with a
small medallion. He placed the chain around my neck. I looked in the mirror
and saw that the medallion was a small lion's head with two light green
stones as eyes. My zodiac sign is Leo, being born in August, and my
birthstone is peridot.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed.

"I bought it for your birthday, but I decided not to wait. I wanted to give
you something that would symbolize that you are mine." Kyle said as he put
his arms around me.

I leaned back against his chest and lay my head against his shoulder.

"I only wish I had something to give you." I said.

"You've given me the one thing I've wanted more than anything else in the
world. You." he whispered gently to me.

I turned in his arms and his lips met mine. We stood there kissing for a
long time. At least I think it was.  I lost all track of time and anything
beyond Kyle.

Finally, Kyle broke the kiss and said that we needed to leave if we were
going to make it in time for dinner.

We drove to a part of town I hadn't been in very often. It wasn't a "bad"
neighborhood, but a rather industrial one. Small factories and wholesale
businesses stood side by side. At last, Kyle turned into a parking lot that
was almost filled outside a neon lit restaurant and bar called "The Venture
Inn". I had never heard of it, but as we approached the door, one of the
security staff outside greeted Kyle by name. Evidently this was someplace
Kyle came often, but I had never heard him speak of it.

As we walked through the door, Kyle put his arm protectively around me. At
first, I was uncomfortable at this. After all, two guys showing any kind of
affection for each other was not exactly acceptable behavior. But as my
eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I began to notice other men showing
affection for each other. Some were actually openly kissing one another!

It was then I realized that this was not just any restaurant/bar. This was
a GAY restaurant/bar! As I looked around, I saw nothing but men. Men in
two's and three's, laughing, touching, enjoying each other. Gay men able to
be themselves without fear of censure or violence. It was a moving and
enlightening experience for me.

"Are you OK, Chris?" Kyle asked me.

"Yes, I'm fine! Just fine!" I exclaimed, turning and giving him a gentle
kiss on the cheek. I liked this new freedom!

"I take it you have figured out where I've brought you." Kyle laughed.

"Yes! And I love it! And I love you!" I said, the excitement still running
through me.

"I wanted to bring you someplace where we could have a romantic evening
without having to play at being just friends or brothers." he explained.

And a romantic evening we did have! We had a beautiful dinner which we held
hands almost throughout. It was hard at times to eat with only one hand,
but I didn't want to let go of Kyle's hand.  After dinner we went into the
bar and for the first time in my life I danced with another man. And not
just any man - my lover!

Kyle finally informed me that it was almost closing time. I couldn't
imagine where the time had gone!  But as we drove home, the time did hit me
and I found myself being awoken by Kyle in our driveway, my head on his
chest and his arm around me.

"We're home, love." Kyle said.

"Please say that again!" I begged quietly.

"What? That we're home?" he asked.

"No! That last word." I explained.

"Oh, you mean love'" Kyle whispered.

"Yes. That one."

"You are my love, my only love." Kyle swore as he gently leaned down and
kissed me.

We somehow got out of the car and made it upstairs to bed. I got undressed
and got into bed. The last thing I remember was Kyle getting into bed
behind me and taking me in his arms. And then I was lost to sleep.

END OF PART III.

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