Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2000 10:24:06 EST
From: marc@marcintime.com
Subject: Summers Heat, Chapter 4, "Bagged"

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acts between the characters in it. Although the characters are teenagers
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read, nothing written here should be taken as approval of, or encouragement
for, sexual liaisons between people where such liaisons are either illegal,
or objectionable for moral reasons.

Although this story does not include safe sex practices, it is everyone's
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Summer's Heat
Chapter IV
"Bagged"

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"Stacey!" Kyle pushed me away so hard he nearly knocked me on my ass.

"I was right, I knew it!" Stacey looked at her twin brother with such
hatred, such an expression of disgust; I never knew feelings like this
existed.

"No! Stacey, you don't understand!" Kyle pleaded, and I could see he was
beginning to get upset.

"What do you mean I don't understand? I'm not fucking stupid Kyle! You were
kissing him for Christ sake." As Kyle reached for Stacey she pulled away
from him, saying, "Don't you touch me!"

When Kyle tried to get to Stacey again her new boy friend pushed his hand
into his chest and shoved him back, telling him, "Don't even think about
trying that again dude!"

I went to Kyle and tried to pull him away by the arm but he twisted loose
and went for Stacey again. The guy she was with gave him a solid punch in
the stomach and shoved him away. And Kyle doubled over and fell hard
against the wall.

When I saw the boy that I was in love with falling to the ground I lost
control. I lunged for Stacey's boy friend yelling, "You bastard!"

"Don't kid, don't fucking do it!" The guy said.

But I kept coming at him and was met with a thundering full fisted sock to
the eye. A momentary flash of light and tears flooding my eyes blinded me
and I staggered back a bit. Kyle picked himself up off the floor coming to
me and trying to pull me away.

We must have been making more noise than I thought because the other guys
that were there with Stacey's boy friend rushed into the cave. One of them
said, "Hey Sean, what the hell is going on in here?" And all the other guys
just kind of spread out behind them.

They were holding their clubs like clubs and that made me want to get the
hell out of there right then. Sean answered, "We caught these two
fags. They were making out in here!"

All of them started calling us all sorts of nasty things, queer and
cocksucker, and things even worse. And as they called us those nasty things
they started slowly walking toward us. Kyle started backing away and he was
pulling me along with him. And the faster we moved the faster they came
after us, and louder their comments got.

We exited the cave as fast as we could. And just as fast as they could they
followed us. Once out in the open one on them hollered at the top of his
lungs, "Hey! Everyone! We caught these two fags about to screw in the
cave!"

That was it! Now it was time to panic!

Kyle and I bolted and we ran as fast as we could around the far side of the
pond heading to the front of the mini golf and hopping the fence. Then we
ran down the street as fast as we could. After about two blocks we realized
we weren't being pursued and we came to a stop.

My heart was pumping with fear and exertion and immediately my head
exploded in pain. My eye was throbbing terribly and Kyle said, "Dude, let
me look at that." And as I turned my face toward the light Kyle got in
close and poked it with his finger saying, "That looks painful."

"OUCH! FUCK! Man, don't do that!" I complained.

Kyle's expression immediately shifted to one of concern and he said, "Oh
babe, I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It just hurts like hell." I said.

At first I thought he was going to kiss me right there on the street. I
quickly turned to walk away and Kyle took my arm saying, "Where are we
going? We are in such deep shit now?" Kyle was getting excited and yelled,
"What the hell are we going to do!"

I stopped for a moment and turning to Kyle I noticed the reflection of
tears sliding down his cheeks. I went to him and reached to his cheek and
wiped the streak away. I looked intently at Kyle and now I knew how he felt
a minute ago, because all of a sudden I wanted to kiss him too.

"We need to go somewhere quiet, so we can figure out what we are going to
do." I was trying to make sense out of all this, but the more I thought
about what Stacey was going to do the more scared I was becoming. "Lets go
to the beach, we can figure out what to do next out there."

"Ok, but I think we have to beat Stacey home." Kyle said.

I thought about Stacey for a minute and said, "I don't think she will be
home too early do you?"

"Our Mom said for us to be home by midnight, and I don't think she would go
home early, that's not her style." Kyle informed me.

I went into the Mobil Station on the corner of route twenty-eight and South
Sea ave. and got some ice to put on my eye. It was hurting bad, and I could
barely see out of it. The lady at the counter gave me a towel to make an
ice pack and I held it to my eye as we walked.

As we walked to the beach side by side; every so often I would bump against
Kyle just to feel him near me. And I guess he was thinking the same thing
because every so often he bumped into me and let the touch linger.

We were both quiet. We hardly said more than a few words all the way to the
beach. But once we turned onto the path I always used as a short cut and we
were out of sight of the road, I stopped, and took Kyle's hand and pulled
him to me.

Kyle let his hands wander to my back and he held me tight. It felt good and
I knew for the moment we were safe so I gave him I little kiss on the lips.

I opened my mouth a tiny bit and let my tongue go exploring on its own
coaxing a similar response from Kyle. I could feel his body relax in my
arms and as the tension melted away, at least for the moment so did our
fears. I knew we were in for a long night, and there was a lot to be afraid
of, but for right now none of that mattered, we were in each others arms
and that was all we cared about right then.

Then I heard voices in the distance, and I let our kiss come grudgingly to
an end. I said quietly to Kyle, "Come on, lets see who is here." And we
started walking quietly toward the line of low dunes that ran parallel to
the beach.

We slowly crested the first dune there was nobody in the first hollow, but
across the next mound we could see the glow of a campfire. Peeking over the
top of the next hill we saw T.J., Cole and Billy with their girls. I called
to my friends and pulling Kyle by the hand we walked down into the light of
the fire.

As soon as T.J. spotted my eye he was on his feet saying, "Dude, what the
fuck happened to you?" And as he got in close in the dim light of the fire
he poked it with his finger he said, "Sure looks sore."

"OUCH! FUCK MAN!" I hollered and pushed his hand away then added, "Shit!
Don't do that! Damn!"

"Oh, sorry man I was just trying to help." T.J. said.

Cole got up and asked, "What happened to you man?"

"I got into a fight." I answered.

T.J. then said, "No shit! What was it about?"

I looked to Kyle looking for direction; I didn't know what to say. Then I
thought about it and decided the best thing to do would be to tell the
truth.

I reached out my hand and Kyle took it and stepped to my side. Then I
looked to T.J. and said, "Well, this is a hard thing to say, so I'm just
going to say it." Kyle gave my hand a squeeze and looked at me with an
expression of concern but he did not object. I nodded to him and continued,
"I'm gay. And Kyle and I are,, err,, um, well,,,, we are dating."

T.J. was standing there with his mouth hanging open. He looked like he was
having a hard time taking all this in and after all, it was a lot to
swallow. Billy stood up and said, "What did you say?"

"I'm gay, Kyle is gay too. Kyle and I are dating. We are in love with each
other."

T.J. finally managed to piece all this together and observed, "So what
you're telling us is that you are a queer?" T.J. turned to Billy and Cole
and asked in a puzzled tone, "He's a fag?"

I interrupted saying, "It's not like that. Man you make it sound like we
have a disease."

"Well what is it then? You can't be a queer, what about all the times I
spent the night at your house?" T.J. asked.

"What are you thinking? What does that have to with anything?" I knew
T.J. could be dense, but tonight he was setting new standards for himself.

"Well, you mean all that time you were,,, looking at me?" T.J. said with an
undertone of disgust.

"No I wasn't looking at you! Damn!" This wasn't going at all as I thought
it would and I was beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake.

"Well you said you were a queer, that means you want to,,, you know...."
And he grabbed his crotch.

"I said I was gay, not a slut!" I was getting upset and Kyle squeezed my
hand and he looked at me with a slight frown. I tried to take a deep breath
to steady myself then added, "Look, you don't screw every girl you see do
you? Then why do you think I want to screw every guy I see?"

"I don't know. Because you say you are queer I guess."

"Well it doesn't work like that." I chided.

Cole had been standing there listening to everything and after a minute he
said, "So you are in love with Kyle?"

"Yes I am." I affirmed.

Then Cole looked to Kyle and said. "You too?"

Kyle nodded while his reaching arm across my back sliding his hand into my
back pocket and he said, "Ya, I love Kevin too."

I turned with his arm still wrapped around me, his hand still in my back
pocket and because of that I was pressed up against him. I reached around
his neck and pulled him even closer and kissed him deeply.

"Son of a bitch! You really are a fag!" T.J. exclaimed. Then he turned to
the others and said, "This is not fucking right!"

Cole went back to be with his girl and said, "Lighten the fuck up man. It
doesn't have anything to do with you."

"The hell it doesn't!" T.J. yelled and then he asked Billy, "Are you
alright with this too?"

Billy paused for a second and after a moment's thought he said, "Well, he
hasn't made a move on me, and until he does he is still my friend."

Kyle and I slowly let our kiss come to an end and just kind of hung back in
the shadows and listened. Billy and Cole seemed all right with everything,
but T.J. was definitely not.

Cole came back with, "Well why does it bother you so much?"

"I don't want people thinking I'm a fucking fag too!" T.J. yelled.

"People don't think you are gay just because you are friends with someone
that is gay." Billy said.

Then Cole added, "Let them think what ever they want. They will anyway,
whether you want them to or not."

"Well, no, not if I can help it." T.J. said, then he went to Chris, his
date and said, "I'm out o here, come on lets go."

I turned to face T.J. and asked, "Why are you doing this, I thought we were
friends?"

"Well, friends don't go and turn themselves queer either! NO! This is
fucking sick and I don't want anything to do with it!" T.J said as he
reached for Chris' hand.

"No. I'm not going any where without my friends." Chris informed T.J.

"Is that right? Then stay here! Damn it! Just stay here with the fags and
the rest of their fan club." T.J. ranted.

Cole looked at T.J. now and said, "Hey fuck you man, you are the one that's
running out! You're the one that can't handle it!"

"I can handle anything I want! But this I don't want, and I never will!"
T.J. said as he started to slowly walk away.

I couldn't help but feel hurt; T.J. and I were best friends since the fifth
grade, when I first moved here. As I watched him disappear beyond the hill
I felt a catch in my chest and all of a sudden I burst out crying like a
baby.

Kyle gathered me up in his arms and rubbed my back, doing his best to
comfort me. But I just saw a large part of my life walk away and it hurt,
badly. All I could think about at that moment were two things, that I love
Kyle, and ultimately what would be the price of this love.

Billy came to me and said, "He is just mixed up, give him some time to
figure things out. T.J. is a good guy, he will do the right thing."

When I looked to Billy I saw he had a tear on his cheek too. I reached out
to him and he joined our hug. Once Billy was close enough and he was sure
nobody else could hear he said to us, "I think this is so damn cool." And
he hugged he even closer.

After a few moments Billy peeled himself apart and I kissed Kyle again
quickly, then turned to the others and said, "This isn't something I chose,
it is who I am."

Cole said then, "Look man, you don't have to justify your self to me or as
far as I can see to any of us here."

And all the girls started talking at once saying how they thought it was so
sweet. Girls, heh. Go figure.

It was getting late and the girls told Cole and Billy to take them home
before they get themselves grounded. The guys kind of looked disappointed
that they didn't exactly make any grand conquests tonight, but what the
hell; it was only the first week of summer vacation.

Everyone set about packing all the blankets and the radio for the walk
home. In a few minutes we were all paired off and heading down the road
each walking hand in hand except Chris.

On the way, totally out of the blue, Chris asked, "So what exactly do you
guys do? I mean, how do you do it?"

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to look at her and said, "WHAT!"

"Well, just what I said, what is it you do? You know, when you do it."
Chris asked.

I looked at Kyle and he was smiling from ear to ear just waiting to hear
how I was going to answer her. I didn't have any idea how to answer her
either. It just wasn't the kind of thing you talk about, not that it is bad
or anything like that, and it just was a very private thing. And it
definitely was not something a guy talked about with a girl.

"I dunno what you mean." I said about as innocently as I could.

"Like,,, um, err,,, Well, I mean, um, oh you know, doing sex?" Chris
stammered.

"Well, first we don't screw like bunnies if that is what you're thinking."
This was one of those situations where too much information could be as bad
as too little. I was fishing the right words to say here and I was getting
no help from Kyle at all.

Chris' question seemed to attract the interest of everyone there and they
all gathered around to listen, "No, I mean how do you do it?"

I took a few seconds to try and figure out what to say. I knew how we made
love, but it was just hard to put it all into words. Finally I looked at
Kyle and took his hand and just looking at him I said, "I love him, and I
only make love to him. It isn't so much doing sex as it is being as close
to each other as we can get. That is what we do." Then right there on the
street I kissed Kyle right on the mouth then we hugged.

Chris was smiling and she hugged each of us as she said, "That's so
beautiful. I hope someday I find someone that can do that for me." What do
you say to something like that; all we could do was nod our agreement and
we all continued on our way home.

I kept running everything through over and over in my mind, and I could
only come up with one solution. We had to tell the parents before Stacey
had the chance.

It only took about fifteen minutes to get back to the resort, and as soon
as we entered the gate I started getting nervous. The guys split up with
their girls so they could say their good nights and walk them home. Chris
said she had to go and gave each of us a big hug. When she turned and ran
off toward her bungalow I thought I heard her crying.

Kyle sat on the wall by the guard shack and asked, "Well what now?"

"I don't know babe." We looked at each other and it seemed we each waited
for the other to speak first. I thought about it most of the time we were
walking home, and I kept coming up with the same conclusion. I put my hand
on Kyle's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze then said, "But I do know
it would be better to hear it coming from us then from your sister."

"Yea, I think you are right there, Stacey has a way of making something
good sound shitty, I know she will have a field day with something like
this." Kyle stood up and started walking as he asked, "So which will be
first, my Mom or your Dad?"

"Oh, Shit man, I don't know. I'd like to get it all done at one time. But I
don't know how we could do that on such short notice." I declared.

"I think we should tell my Mom first." Stacey can get to her first.

"Alright then, lets do it." And we turned toward Kyle's place. I was
nervous. We both were. Right now we were about to do something that I at
least had hoped was years away. We were careless, and now for better or for
worse, we had to go and tell both our parents we were gay.

It was time for us to do a lot of growing up, fast. There was definitely
not a lot we could do about it now. In a way I felt like we were about to
lift a great weight from our shoulders, only to replace it with a larger
one.

Kyle headed down the path to their bungalow, but once we were beyond of the
glow of the lights in the parking lot he took my hand and lead me a behind
a hedge. I was about to ask what was going on, but Kyle turned to face me
and threw himself into my arms hugging me tightly. I could feel his entire
body tremor from fear and I knew I was sending him the same signals.

He then reached up and began running his fingers through my hair, then he
pulled my lips to his and he kissed me. When he did, I felt a great wave of
warmth wash over me. I felt him calm down and I was feeling better too.

I looked at Kyle and he was so beautiful standing there in the dark shadows
dappled with moonlight filtering down through the trees. I put a hand on
each shoulder and said, "No matter what happens, nothing is going to keep
us apart. I love you babe, I always will. Just remember that and we will be
alright."

"I love you too. Whatever it takes, whatever we have to do, we will be
together. I promise. Ok?" Kyle vowed.

"Yes, I'm with you babe, whatever it takes." I promised. Then I kissed him
one last time before walking the rest of the way to his bungalow. We
hesitated a moment on the front step, and as we looked at each other I
smiled and he did too, just barely, then I said, "Come on babe, just
remember I love you. Lets do it." And I opened the door.

There was only one light on in the tiny kitchenette and Kyle's Mom was
sitting in the sofa watching the news. As we came in she asked him, "Where
is your sister?"

"She went off with some friends, we left her at the mini golf." Kyle
replied.

"You should have stayed with her Kyle. I don't like it when she goes off
without calling." Mrs. Mathews commented.

Then, as I stepped out from behind Kyle his Mom bolted to her feet, asking,
"What ever happened to you Kevin?" And she pulled me into the light of the
kitchen then questioned, "Were you two in a fight? Kyle go and get a towel
and washcloth!" As she pulled me into the light she got in close and
stretched my eye open.

Kyle ran to the bathroom and in a minute returned with the things his Mom
asked for. He handed then to her and said, "Yes mom, but we didn't start
it, not really."

"AHHHHH!!!" It had stopped hurting for the most part, but with Kyle's Mom
pulling and poking at it I thought my head was being ripped off.

"Now be still, that's a bad bruise. You're lucky you didn't loose your
eye." She went to the fridge and got out a bowl of ice and after wetting
the washcloth with cold water, poured a few cubes in the center and wrapped
it into a small ice pack. "Now hold that on your eye."

Kyle's Mom was looking for an answer and he just stood there looking at
me. Finally she asked firmly, "Now tell me what happened."

Kyle took a deep breath and said, "Mom, can we go in and sit down, please?
There is something I, we have to tell you."

Kyle's Mom got all serious and went into the parlor and sat in the chair. I
followed Kyle in and we sat together on the couch. Once we made ourselves
comfortable Mrs. Mathews picked up the phone and called the front desk and
asked for them to locate my Dad. Then she told them why.

I looked at Kyle and said quietly to him, "Lets wait till my Dad gets
here. Ok?"

All Kyle did was nod and we waited. And it didn't take very long.

When Kyle's Mom hung up the phone she started right in on us, "Kyle, you
know how I feel about fighting, and look at Kevin's eye, he could have been
blinded."

"Mom it wasn't anything like that. Can we wait for Kevin's Dad please?"
Kyle pleaded.

Mrs. Mathews thought about it and answered, "Alright, but once he gets here
I want to hear what you two were up to this evening."

It didn't take long for my Dad to get the message, it never did. There was
a knock on the door and Kyle ran to answer it.

My Dad was as always calm; I think that was his secret to success; no
matter how bad things were he always stayed in control. I wish I knew he
would still be calm when we finished telling him what we had to say.

Kyle's Mom got up and said, "It seems the boys got into a little scrape
tonight and Kevin seemed to get the worse of it."

Dad came around and without saying a word carefully looked at my eye. It
hurt like hell when he was poking and feeling and stretching the eyelid
open but I wasn't about to yell. This was no time to act like a baby over a
little smack in the eye.

My Dad said softly, "It doesn't look too bad, there is no blood in the
white and the skin isn't broken." He kind of chuckled and said, "Well, I
guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. You'll live."

Kyle's Mom offered coffee and when Dad accepted, she got up to fix it. Kyle
also got up and went to the fridge to get us each a can of diet Pepsi. When
my Dad and I were left alone he asked, "Did you start it?"

"No Dad. Honest, it's a long story though and Kyle and I want to tell you
and his Mom everything. But can we do it only once, please?"

Dad sat in the other chair and said, "Alright Kevin, we'll do this your
way."

I was always pretty upfront about everything with my Dad, and we did have a
good relationship. But I was nervous, and I was glad we didn't have to go
through all this twice.

In a minute both Kyle and his Mom returned with the drinks and made them
selves comfortable, only this time Kyle sat closer to me on the sofa. Much
closer. We all sat there, sipping our drinks, and when it became obvious we
were stalling Kyle's Mom said, "Well boys, we are waiting."

And then everybody looked at me! Damn!

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, and to steady my nerves a bit, and
then I began, "Dad, Mrs. Mathews, there is something you have to know. I
really don't know how to say all this, but it all has to be said, every bit
of it."

Then I looked right at my Dad and said as if only to him, "Dad, you know I
love you, and you know I have always tried to do things the way you
wanted." I took a deep cleansing breath then continued, "But this once Dad,
I have to do what is right for me. And this is about who I am, about what I
am, and you have to understand there is nothing anyone can do to change
it."

Dad was sipping his coffee and listening but he was slowly getting that
'you're beating around the bush look in his eyes then said, "Kevin, I
really don't have any idea what you are talking about son, but please come
to the point would you."

"Dad I'm trying, this isn't easy and I am doing the best I can." I was
beginning to get upset, I didn't want to be rushed through all this and I
needed a minute to steady myself so I asked Kyle's Mom, "May I use the
bathroom please?"

"Of course dear, help your self." Mrs. Mathews said, and she pointed down
the hall.

I got up and ran to the bathroom and as a edged past Kyle he gave me a look
and I knew he was thinking, 'what the hell are you leaving me here alone
for?' All I could do was grin and shrug and head off to the bathroom.

Kyle's Mom took this opportunity to ask him, "Well have you anything to say
for yourself?"

"Yes I do. Mom, I umm,,, I ahh,,, Well, err.."

"Kyle dear, what is it you are trying to say?" His Mom prodded.

Kyle looked at his Mom and his eyes filled with tears and spilled over the
edge of his eyelids.

It didn't take long for a quick squirt and to wash my face. When I came
back to the parlor I saw Kyle crying and I looked at the adults and asked,
"What happened? What did you do to him?" Then to Kyle I asked as I sat next
to him, "What happened? Tell me."

"Kevin, nothing happened. Kyle was trying to tell us something and he got
upset, that's all." My Dad said.

"I'm ok. Really." Kyle said to me, and then to the rents he added, "There
is something we need to tell you, something about Kevin and myself."

"Kyle and I are,,, um,,, Well we are,,," I just couldn't do it; the words
kept catching in my throat. I looked over to Kyle and reached over and took
his hand. I needed to touch him and I needed his strength as well.

Kyle's mother finally asked, "Boys please, what ever it is just say it."

And my Dad added to that, "Yes come on guys, it is getting late."

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was eleven thirty and
Stacey would be coming in any minute. I knew we had to get it out before
she came home so I started again, "See it is like this, I like Kyle a lot,
and he likes me a lot."

"Kevin, what are you trying to say?" Dad asked sounding a bit concerned.

I bit my lower lip and as fast as I could, I said, "Dad, I am gay."

There, I said it. I never thought I could do it but I did. My Dad just
looked at me, not saying anything for what seemed like forever.

And Kyle's Mom asked him, "How long has this been going on?"

"Mom, it's not like that, what I mean is Kevin and I... Well, err, what I
mean to say is that um,,, well, I love him." All of a sudden I felt good
and I squeezed his hand in order to show my silent support.

"Kyle, you are only fourteen years old, what do you know about love." His
Mom said.

"I know enough about it to know it is not going to go away." Kyle stated.

It felt good to tell someone about our feelings and I said to my Dad, "And
I love Kyle too." And I slid a bit closer to him on the sofa.

"Do you boys know what it is you are saying? I mean this is going to follow
you for the rest of both your lives." My Dad calmly said.

"Dad I know, but this really is me, and I have felt this way for a long
time now." I said.

"Mom, please try and understand. This is not just some phase, I've felt
like this for a long time too." Kyle appealed.

"What does all this have to do with Kevin's black eye?" Mom queried.

"We were in the cave at the mini golf and we were caught doing something."
Kyle meekly said

"OH my God! You didn't!!!!" Now things were beginning to heat up. Kyle's
mom was reaching for the tissues now and she was starting to cry.

"Kevin, do you mean to say you were caught in an open public place." Dad
was getting upset too; his voice got a little louder and a lot sterner.

All of a sudden I realized just what it was they thought we did and I
yelled, "NO! We didn't do anything like that!"

"Don't raise your voice Kevin. Now I want an explanation of exactly what
happened, and I want it now young man." Dad demanded.

"Dad we didn't do anything that every other couple does in the cave. All we
were doing was kissing." I admitted. Then I reaffirmed, "I love Kyle and
that is what people in love do. It is nothing dirty." And after a few
seconds thought I added, "And I am not ashamed of how I feel either."

"Kyle how could you? Don't you have any self-respect? I don't know how you
could do this to me!" And once again his Mom broke down in tears.

"Mom please don't cry. This isn't something I am doing to you; it is
something I am doing for me. Mom please listen, I've been gay for as long
as I can remember. It's not something that is going to go away. It is not a
disease." Kyle got up and kneeled at his mother's knee and handed her
another two or three tissues.

Kyle's Mom took the tissues and sobbed into them saying, "What did your
Father or I ever do to cause this Kyle? I don't understand why you are
doing this."

"Mom please believe me. Being gay is not something anyone would choose, it
is what makes me me. The boy you kissed good-bye to tonight was and still
is gay, and the same boy you tucked into bed when I was a kid was just as
gay then." Kyle then hugged his Mom and said, "Mom, I am really sorry if
this hurts you. You know I love you and Dad, and I respect you both, but
Mom this isn't about you and Dad, this is about me and who I am."

"Kevin, is this how you feel son?" Dad asked, in a tone, which was little
above a whisper.

"Yes Dad, I have felt this way for as long as I remember." I said.

Dad sat forward in the chair and said, "Kevin, I just want you to
understand that this is not something a parent plans for. It really is a
bit of a shock, and it is going to take a lot effort for both of us to deal
with it." I could tell Dad was genuinely concerned for me, for Kyle too.

Kyle's mom was slowly beginning to pull herself together and she said,
looking at Kyle, but I knew she meant it for me as well, "You will probably
come to regret all this someday, but I don't want that regret to come from
me." Then she turned to my Dad and continued, "I think we have a lot to
talk about, I'll make us a fresh pot of coffee."

As Kyle's Mom got up and headed into the kitchenette and Dad went along to
lend a hand. Kyle came back and sat next to me again on the sofa, but this
time he sat really close.

Just as we were getting comfortable, the door swung open and Stacey came in
from her date. As soon as she saw us she stopped dead in her tracks then
said, "What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Ah, Stacey, um,,, well, I live here." Kyle answered sarcastically.

"Look at you two, Christ if you were any closer you would be screwing right
there on the sofa." She shook her head and gave us a nasty, dirty, glare,
then added, "You two perverts are making me sick. And what if Mom sees
you?"

"Mom knows, so don't go making a big deal about it." I said snidely.

"You told her!? What the hell did you do that for!?" Stacey looked
stricken. Kind of like a kid that just had her candy taken away. "You two
are just sick!"

"Oh get a life, and mind your own fucking business!" I said. She was really
pissing me off. Then I said to Kyle, "Dude, your sister really is a pain in
the ass."

"Kevin, Mrs. Mathews and I need to talk. We have to figure out how we are
going to deal with all this. We want you to take Kyle to our place for the
night. Oh, and don't bother with the alarm; you can't work in the dining
room looking like that."

"But Dad, my eye is alright." I said mildly protesting.

"And you are going to see the doctor tomorrow as well." Dad declared.

I knew there was no fighting it, so I gave in, saying, "Yes sir."

Mrs. Mathews came out with a tray of cups of coffee and a plate of
cookies. As she sat it down on the table between the chairs she said, "Kyle
dear, I want you to behave there, and don't be up all night."

"We wont Mom. It is late and it's been a hard day, I wont be up late."

"Well you boys had better go now." My Dad said.

"Alright Dad, good night." And Kyle kissed his Mom.

Then I got up and took Kyle's hand leading him to the door. On our way out,
we heard Stacey complain, "I don't believe this!" And we pulled the door
closed.

"I have a feeling this isn't over yet." I said.

Kyle put his arm around my waist and we walked slowly down the path to my
apartment. It was a beautiful night, the moon was nearly full and the
moonlight cast a blue glow over everything. I stopped in the shadow cast by
a large bush and pulled Kyle in close for a big hug. I whispered in his
ear, "Babe, I love you. I was so scared at first but I think it really went
ok." Then I kissed him.

I leaned back and looked at Kyle, he was smiling at me in that cute little
way he had when he was up to something. Only this time I knew exactly what
was on his mind. I smiled also and said, "Come on babe, its time we went to
bed."

The sound of that was like an instant turn on for me and I pulled Kyle by
the hand as we ran for my front door. While I fumbled for the key Kyle
pressed hard against me grinding his firming cock into my butt and running
his hands over my chest and belly.

As the key turned in the lock the door swung open and we rushed in. Kyle
pulled off his shirt, and then taking my hand, he placed my palm against
his chest. Then he put a hand on each side of my waist and slid my shirt up
and over my head. I had to take my hand off his peck for him to do this,
but it was all right, as soon as my shirt was off Kyle kissed me
passionately.

As our smooth skin pressed against each other my lips parted to receive
him. The events of the day and most especially the night left us little
doubt about what we both wanted. He was so warm against me, and I let my
hands roam over his firm young body as if they had a mind of their own.

In not too long a span of time I let our kiss ebb and hugged him saying,
"Lets go to bed."

Kyle gathered up our shirts and he followed me into my bedroom, and as I
closed the door he remarked, "This is our first time together all night,
lets not rush."

"Ok babe, you're right." I wanted this to be special too, and when I closed
the door Kyle switched on the CD player and put some discs in the
changer. I turned on the lamp in the corner and put a red bandana over the
shade, giving the room a warm red glow.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the light. Damn, my eye looked like
hell, and it hurt too. I washed my face and Kyle came in and took care of
himself too. As we were standing there each trying to stand in the others
space I began to let my mind wander. I looked into the mirror and saw us as
if it was years later, and we were doing the same thing that we were doing
now.

All at once I had a nice cozy warm feeling, and as I turned and looked at
the boy standing next to me, I realized right then I wanted to be with Kyle
forever. I put my hand on the side of his head and looking into his eyes,
said, "I love you. I always will." And I kissed him softly, sweetly and
with all the feeling I could put into one kiss.

We finished washing and brushing our teeth, and getting ready for bed. We
took our time, every once and a while I touched him, or he bumped me, it
was like we could not get enough of each other. We put everything away and
threw the towels into the bin and Kyle took me by the hand and led me to
the bed.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed Kyle stood me in front of him and he
slowly released the buckle of my belt. Next he unfastened the snap, and
then he slid the zipper down. Kyle slowly pulled my jeans down over my butt
and slowly to my ankles.

My boxers were nicely tented and when Kyle slid his hands back up my legs
to my crotch, a shiver rattled my frame. Oh God it felt wonderful! Every
time Kyle touched me he made me feel incredible. He stood up and then
reversed our positions sitting me down on the bed. Next he bent down and
pulled off my trainers and also my jeans, and then lastly he removed my
sox.

Next, he stood up and I liberated him of his clothes in good fashion. Then
we pulled down the covers and climbed up onto the bed. We settled in and
both laying about two feet apart just looking at the other. As if on some
unheard signal we reached for each other and wrapped each in the others
arms. I don't know if it was Kyle that kissed me or if it was the other way
around, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, other than knowing that we
loved each other and that was never going to change.

I traced a line down his back and caressed his nice firm bum. His boxers
covered the smooth half globes seductively and I wasted no time at all, I
slipped my hand in his shorts and took a handful of that sweet butt. Kyle
flexed his monster and I felt my poker surge in response.

We parted and I moved in on his neck, kissing and licking, nibbling on his
ear. Kyle's breathing began to quicken and I could feel his heart beating
through his chest. Kyle began to moan softly and he was grinding his cock
into mine with a long slow stroke. I let myself slide down a bit and licked
and kissed my way down his throat to his chest. Every now and then I would
nip him a little with my teeth and he would whisper my name.

I rolled him slowly onto his back and slid down farther still; I licked to
his nipple and I nibbled and sucked on it hard. Kyle grabbed two handfuls
of the sheets and arched his back pushing his nip even harder against my
teeth and he let out a loud, shuddering, "OHMMIIGGOODD!"

I reached down slowly, softly running my fingertips back and forth over
Kyle's baby six-pack. I could feel the muscles flex and ripple under my
touch, and he moaned erotically with every bite to his nipple.

My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They finally found the
waistband of Kyle's boxers and they walked the line from one side to the
other and back again, almost like looking for a way in. Kyle was going wild
and he reached down and pushed my hand onto his iron hard spike.

When Kyle pressed my fingers around his dick I squeezed it tight, feeling
its hardness through his boxers. I could feel it throb and as I moved
closer I could see a small spot of pre cum on his shorts.

As I came closer to my prize I could smell the scent of him, that mixture
of soap and boy. It's lure made my head swim. I let my thumb hook the
waistband of his boxers and I slowly unwrapped his package. I edged the
shorts down, first on one side then down a bit on the other. It didn't take
long before he was kicking them off and spreading his legs before me. His
cock was so hard it stood two inches off his belly and so hot it was
dripping pre cum.

Kyle said in a shattered breath, "Babe turn around. Now. Please." And he
was tugging on my waist pulling me around to him.

Kyle slipped my boxers down and freed the beast and he stealthfully hunted
down his prize. I felt his hand throttle the one eyed dragon and he began
to slowly beat it into submission. I felt I chill on the head of my cock as
Kyle blew on it softly and that caused my balls to tighten into a little
pouch. When I felt the velvet touch of his tongue swirl over the head then
again under the rim I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out my
exclamation of pleasure.

Another huge drop of pre cum formed magically and I leaned in and licked it
off Kyle's swollen cock head. Then I licked the length of his silken shaft,
slowly flicking my tongue along the shaft. When I nuzzled my nose into his
pubes I inhaled deeply of his fragrance and the rush of passion that
followed was intense. I took Kyle's boyhood into my mouth and ran my tongue
around the head while slowly bobbing up and down.

Kyle was taking me rocket down his throat and at the same time searching
out my hole, as he unsheathed the sword he plunged a finger in to the
hilt. My whole frame rattled with the jolt of energy that Kyle's finger
caused as it found my prostate. And as the surge of pre cum that followed
coated his tongue he moaned wildly and started a good blowjob.

I wanted to please my lover as fully as he was pleasing me and I wet a
finger and sought out his bum as well. I slowly pressed in and worked
around the rim as I went. Kyle began at first writhing, trying to push down
on my finger and into my mouth at the same time. After about the tenth time
he thrust back on my finger I pushed it in herd to the last knuckle and he
issued a massive flow of pre cum also.

It didn't take long to get a fine all around rhythm going, and we each were
giving and getting a world class blowjob. The music on the CD player barely
drowned out the moaning and grunting of the scene unfolding on the bed.

Every time I slammed my finger over his prostate he moaned and bucked his
hips slightly flowing more pre cum. My head was pistoning his cock in and
out as fast as I could go, and at the same time I was tonguing and slurping
as fast and hard as I could.

Kyle wasn't holding back either; his head bobbed on my knob so fast it
seemed like a jackhammer. The finger giving my prostate must have been made
of steel, every time he touched it I jumped nearly off the bed. And he
sucked me off for all he was worth.

It wasn't long at this pace before I felt his legs go rigid and he clamped
town tight on my finger. I felt the head swell and I knew it wasn't far off
till I had my prize. I began to feel the tingle around the rim too and my
balls sucked up close as they prepared to spew their juices.

Kyle suddenly broke his rhythm, just for a second and not enough to loose
the mood, and he let out a shrill whine as he thrust his hips forward and
pumped load after load of sweet Kyle juice. I slurped up and swallowed
every drop, and when he was done, I milked his softening beast for more.

All of a sudden I felt that urgency and Kyle pushed into my prostate and
pressed hard then wiggled his finger. That did it! Kyle's now soft cock
popped out of my mouth and as I threw my head back I let out an intense,
"OOH FUCK!!  I, I, I,, IIMM CUMMING" And I filled his hungry mouth with
blasts of cum rocketing onto his tongue and the back of his hot mouth.

The moment had come and peaked and left us just as quickly. We didn't move
at first, we didn't even say anything. All we could do was savor that sweet
feeling; you know what I mean. That return trip from nirvana you make just
after making love with the person you love most in the entire world.

We both extracted our fingers at the same time and slowly managed to
untangle ourselves. I reversed my position on the bed and joined Kyle at
the head of the bed. He was lying on his back and I settled in next to him
on my side and my arm across his belly. Kyle put his arm under my head and
around me shoulder, pulling me in close.

I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Oh babe. It just keeps getting
better."

Kyle turned toward me a little and whispered, "Babe I love you, I always
will." And he kissed me.

We snuggled for a while then I felt a tickle in my bladder and said, "I
have to go pee, and we really should put something on." I got up and went
into the bathroom and had a good squirt. When I returned to the bad I
gathered up our boxers and tossed them into the laundry then got two fresh
pairs. I handed one to Kyle and slipped the other pair on myself.

I turned out the lamp in the corner and threw the comforter on the chair,
then pulled the sheet up and I snuggled in next to Kyle. It was a long day
to say the least and as I quietly replayed the events of the day in my mind
I heard a little baby snore.

Kyle was out like a light and then I pulled my pillow next to his and
snuggled against him. Just laying there in the dim glow of the moonlight
that filtered in through the window, laying an arm across his belly and
hooking a leg over his, the last thing I remember was looking at my boy
friend sleeping.......


Well, this ends chapter four of Summer's Heat. I hope you liked it.

If you did let me know... at Marc@marcintime.com......and if you didn't,
well, let me know that too.