Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 19:26:47 -0500
From: dhyde84@hotmail.com
Subject: Kyle part 3

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After too long of a break, here is part 3, part 4 is also don't I will post
it in the next week or so, I am looking for a editor, if anyone is
interested please e-mail me, but be real, and also, no flames.


Kyle Part 3

Have you ever had a night that was breathtaking, that's the only word that
can describe dinner with Kyle. I just sat there looking at him in the dimly
lit restaurant almost the entire dinner.  We left my apartment (or would it
be our apartment, never mind) stepping out into the busy New York
sidewalk. People passed us as we walked through Columbus Square towards the
small restaurant on Christopher Street.  We held hands almost the entire
walk; he took in the sites on the way. I showed him Amy's freshman dorm
that I walked her to, we walked through the park and noticed a few of the
students still in school for summer.  The June air is thicker in the city,
it's also a little more humid, although as the sun goes down behind the
buildings of the city, the temperature doesn't. We arrive at the little
place around six; he surprised me and actually called and made reservations
while I was getting ready. The lady shows us to our table, nestled in the
corner, we both sit, but he scoots closer to me.  Our view out of the
window shows us the world passing us by.  Our waitress comes over and gets
a drink order.

Taking the wine menu, I look at the selection. Normally, I do not
drink. However, I order a bottle of Merlot. The waitress says she would
give us time to look over the menu, while she went to get it. I begin to
look at the menu, when suddenly I feel a hand on my leg.  I was thrown off;
because it was something I had yet to feel accustomed to.  I place my hand
over his and look into his eyes.  He could sense something was wrong, so he
asked.

"Yes, something is wrong; I'm sitting in a restaurant in New York City,
with my high school crush, ordering wine.  Yet I know that I need to be
elsewhere at the moment.  I told you earlier that I was going back home
with you.  Well Katelyn called to tell me that my dad was in the hospital
back home, he had a heart attack last week. So I need to see him, although
I know he probably won't want me there, and if he doesn't my step-mother
will have a fit over it. I haven't seen him in nearly a year, and I just
want to make sure he's doing ok. I may be getting scared over nothing. Yet
in the back of my mind I know that if something happens and I don't find
out for myself, chances are I won't be told. So when I go to the theatre
tomorrow, I'm going to ask off till next Tuesday, that way I can go home
and see that everything is ok."

He waited a few moments before saying anything, and then said "have you at
least called your family, I mean taking off of work is a big thing. I did
it, only because I had to find you. But if you take off work it's
different, you miss the chance of moving up in the world. Call home, call
your family, and see if you're needed there. If they say yes, then I'll
take you, if they say everything is fine, I'll take you if you still want
to go, but Scott for me, please think about this first. I support you
because I can't have my life the way it was before, so I know that
supporting you will keep us together."

"Thank-you, I haven't called yet, because I don't think they'll tell me
what's going on.  I want to go, in case something bigger happens, so I can
be there for my dad.  However, I will call them in a little while and see
what is happening and see if I am needed.  Kyle, I just want to say
thank-you for understanding and caring about me. Now let's decide what to
eat, and then we can talk more, ok"

After about 5 minutes we both decided on what we wanted to eat, and placed
our orders.  Jazz music echoed from the basement, while tables around us
talked of different things. Even in such a crowded restaurant I felt as if
it was just us there. Something was between us, an air that needed to be
cleared. I knew that years ago we had both come to terms with MY sexuality,
but his to me was still in need of being discussed.  Holding his hand, I
said "I know this is a topic you may not be ready to go into, but I want to
know because I think a relationship should be able to work through
problems.  You drove to New York City on a hope that I still would be in
love with you. Here it is, nearly 10 years after we graduated and you and I
are sitting in New York having dinner on our first date.  Somewhere in the
last 10 years you came to a realization over your sexuality and I want know
what brought it on. Tell me who you have told, who you have dated, I want
to know about every little detail that I was left out of in your life over
the last 10 years."

Kyle took a breath then said "well I had my feelings in high school, but my
family was so religious that I couldn't let them down, so my feelings for
love were kept bottled up inside.  I went to college, and found that the
small world was not so small after all, and learned that love should be
whoever you feel you should love."

"Love who your heart tells you, never-mind what your brain says, stick with
your heart. It's almost always right. That's the way I've always put it. Go
on"

"I never dated until I felt ready for it.  My first date with a guy was my
junior year of college.  He was in one of my classes and we were in study
group together, one day after group he asked if I wanted to go on a date,
saying he wasn't sure if I was gay or not but, thought he should ask
anyways. I accepted it a week later. We went to a restaurant by the river
for dinner and then rented a movie afterwards.  I was living with Justin at
the time so we went back to his apartment for the movie.  Codi sat on the
couch and I sat in the floor between his legs.  He was my first kiss; the
first time I did anything with a guy to be exact. We ended up dating for 4
months. At least until I found him cheating on me, with a guy from the swim
team. I haven't officially dated anyone since him. I had a few one night
stands during my time in the Army. But it took me a long time until I could
trust a guy again."

"And why do I want to say that Codi reminds me of a friend of mine.  What
about the entire process of telling people, I mean I'm sure you didn't go
shouting it to the rooftops or the cafeteria when it happened, who did you
tell?"  "My coming out was a huge thing for me.  My roommate in college
found out first, after I dated Codi for a few weeks he noticed something
odd about me, thus I told him.  At first, he became really distant, and
then slowly found that I was the same person. My mom was the next to tell,
she was always a little more supportive of me during college, and I told
her two weeks before I graduated college. My mother told me to wait a while
till I told my dad, so I did. Let's skip ahead five years and I told dad 2
weeks ago.  My little brother, he's a different story.  He and I have
always been close, so one night my parents were gone and we ordered pizza
and did a movie night. That was nearly 6 months ago. At first he broke away
from me, and then when I decided to come and find you he stopped talking to
me all together. I'm guessing it's the reality of it just sinking in.  Dad
and I yelled about it for a while, ending in my leaving for here, mom
called me half way here and wanted to know if I was ok, then said that my
dad wasn't as upset anymore and they both wanted me home soon. Another
thing they said was to play it safe I think they believe your dirty or
something. Well, that's the last 10 years in 15 minutes. What do you say?"

"Well to be honest, I didn't expect half of that, your parents love you,
mine don't, and that's all there is to it." I said, he reached up and began
to wipe a tear away from my face, just as our food arrived.

We sat there in silence as we ate for a while, it seemed like hours, no it
seemed like years. I really had no clue what to say to him, how to respond
to that. Here I was nearly 28 years old having dinner with a man I, in my
friends eyes, had puppy love for, so many years ago. I couldn't speak to
him, not knowing why. So I sat there, looking at my plate of food, half
still remaining, and then I felt a hand on top of my own. I took a deep
breath, and the words flew out of my mouth.
 "I feel I have loved you from the first moment I saw you, I wanted nothing
more then you in my life ten years ago, to have you by my side, as I walked
through my then simple life. Although my life turned more and more
complicated with each passing day, my years in school always passed quickly
with a mention of your name or seeing your picture. One day I was at work,
sitting there on my computer, when TC sent me a message. Nothing fancy,
just something that shocked me. It was a profile, your profile; TC had sent
me a link to it. It gave me a smile, a smile that I needed in one of the
darkest times of my life, a smile that TC and Brooks had not seen on my
face in nearly 2 years."

I looked up at him, knowing he would be scared by that statement, however I
saw a look of confusion on his face. I continued, "When you "outed" me in
school that day, it hurt deep down, then I lost many friends after that,
many that I had felt so close to all my life. I almost didn't graduate
because the principal ended up being a bigot, so much so that he wanted to
fail me. On top of that, my senior year, my dad found out, no not my dad my
step-mom. She had always hated me, this just gave her a final reason to get
me out of the house, so she waited till I was 18, let the secret slip to a
few people, then it got back to my dad. He went ballistic; I have had
arguments with my parents, sure, this one I have never forgotten. It was so
had; things I had on my wall were lying in the floor from the door slamming
shut so much. My sisters cried, mostly my youngest sister, she was always
my favorite, she cried because our rooms were next to each other, and we
kept waking her, she didn't want me to leave, yet I had to. The night of my
senior homecoming football game I moved out. I had a place of my own the
next week and survived my entire senior year, alone. Sure my friends were
around, but it wasn't the same, TC and Amy were there to help me through
the hardest part, but I was incomplete. My art became my life. I wanted
nothing else but it. There were weeks on ends were at school I would stroll
through the halls between classes and feel so out of place. My friends
couldn't help me through it; no one, not even me, could get me out of it."

"How can you even talk to him after that, I mean he practically allowed
your step-mom to kick you out?"

"It took a while but I got over it, he and I talked and had an
understanding, as long as I didn't mention anything he wouldn't say
anything. This went fine for a long time; we have kept in contact since
then, however my step-mother and I have yet to say one word to each other
since that night."

"I'm sorry, I can't think of anything better to say, other then this. If
and when you go to the hospital, I'm going with you..."

"You don't have to do that"

"I know I don't have to, I want to, basically for 2 reasons, one you will
be to freaked out to even know what's going on, and I want you to be able
to remember her face when you show up, two, you will need support, and
that's my job to do that, its what I'm here for. Not another word, it's
what is going to happen."

I waited a few moments to let everything he said sink in, and simply said
ok.

We continued to finish dinner, sitting there talking. I filled him in on TC
and Brooks and what happened with me and school. We decided that we should
wait on dessert and coffee because TC and Brooks might want to join us. So
as he paid the bill, he told me I had gone through enough and he should
cover it this time, and well who was I to argue.  He asked "just what
should I expect from this show exactly, because, to be real honest I
haven't done much theatre over the years."

"Well, why let me spoil the excitement, besides I haven't seen it either,
I've just heard some chit-chat backstage about it and such. Mixed reviews
mostly, but a few people I trust, say it's just an Elvis version of Mamma
Mia. Look at the time its 7:15 shit were not gonna make it meeting them if
we walk, come on." I said while hailing a cab. "Palace Theatre for "All
Shook Up" please, and I think were going to be late." We arrived in front
of the theatre at 7:35; I paid the driver and tipped him good for the
attempt to kill us both. Took a breath and stepped out onto the sidewalk,
taking Kyle's hand as I did. "Great, there's a school group here."  He
turned and looked at me confused, "what do you not like them?"

"I have mixed feelings about them, sometimes there ok, sometimes there
not. It depends on the group, the show, and the rest of the house... the
audience (I added to his confused look), there's Brooks, where's TC." We
walked over to Brooks, and spotted TC about ten feet away on the
phone. "What's happened now?"  "I don't know he was like that when he
showed up, hasn't said two words to me since he's arrived. By the way the
seats are decent, not perfect but decent, and that group is sitting behind
us"

"Well, they are not going to ruin it for us."

Just then seating started and in we went; it was amusing to see Kyle's face
while we walked through the doors and into the theatre. There really is a
difference in the Palace Theatre and the Winter Garden. I think everything
is just pilled into the main area of the W-G while the Palace is more open
and planned for things. We rode the elevators up to the second level of the
theatre, I love sitting front row center mezzanine, I feel it gives a
better look to the show; you have a really nice angles of the stage along
with perfect unblocked view. The seats for tonight were just off center,
before we sat down I asked the Usher for a sheet of paper and a pen. After
writing my short note down and folding the paper, I wrote that it was to
Matt. I gave the paper back to the usher and opened my playbill; I felt
someone was looking at me. And they were; both Kyle and Brooks were. Kyle
was the first to speak, "what did that say?"

"All I said was `feel the experience, and the real one comes afterwards.'
It was from our class together, something the teacher said, feel the
experience, meaning where the audience will take you. `The real one comes
after,' just means seeing me. Its nothing bad, I just wanna go backstage
after the show, and not stand at the door all night." I said.

"Were you dropped on your head as a child or something, because I really
think that you are about the corniest person on the face of this earth?"
Brooks said.

"Oh, no I was just tragically heartbroken in high school is all" I replied
giving Kyle a nudge. He gave a forced smile. I grabbed his hand and kissed
the back of it.  Within a few minutes the show was starting and from the
first few bars of the overture I could tell the show was going to be
enjoyable.

As I was sitting in my seat, holding Kyle's hand during the first act,
chills were sent all over my body. Somehow having him there and
experiencing the show with him touched me.  I really don't know how to
describe the feeling. But I knew as the first act came to a close that I
was indeed truly happy for the first time in a long time.

"Take my hand; take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love
with you."

As we walked towards the stage door at the end of the show, I took his hand
again. I think it took him by surprise. He jumped slightly, but then
smiled. I was glad to have him there, I was glad to be near him again,
after so long.  Once we got through the door and made it inside, Matt was
waiting just inside.

"Well you seen to have brought a crowd with you" he said.  "What can I say;
a true star never leaves home without his posse. Well, you know Brooks, and
I'm sure I've mentioned TC before, but the important person of the evening
is Kyle, he's my long lost romance, Kyle this is Matt from my acting
workshop a few years back," I said.

Completely out of his element, Kyle said hello.

"Well, I know that you all are just dieing to come to the dressing room, so
let go up and talk to the rest of the guys." Matt said as he turned and
headed towards the steps.

While the group turned to follow, I grabbed a hold of Kyle's hand and
whispered "play along" he nodded and I began, " Hmm, well, I really don't
know Matt, you know Kyle and I are just starting this relationship and he's
not really that experienced. I don't know if we really want to go
upstairs. I've heard some pretty bad stuff about this cast and backstage
time. I think we'll just head on home and maybe catch up with you all
later. Besides I think Cheyenne's dick might be a bit too big for Kyle
currently."

Matt looked at me and said, "What the fuck are you talking about, do you
think we're going to the dressing room to have an orgy or something?

"Well just from what I've heard is that's all this cast does, besides the 8
shows a week at least. They fuck each other more then a pack of wild
dogs. Or at least that's what the message boards say" I replied.

Slowly my fiends started to catch on, Brooks said, "Oh yeah someone was
telling me about that the other day, I think a times reporter walked in on
the entire male ensemble sucking and fucking each other. I was this huge
cover up from the producers of the show wasn't it?"

"You're an ass, you know that, besides what the hell are you doing reading
a message board for, you know your just looking for trouble, and Chey's
dick is smaller then my pinky finger thank you, now lets go" Matt replied

Kyle looked at me with a confused face as we trucked up the steps, "what
the hell were you all talking about?" he said.

"Alright, when you work in a field that has more gay men in it then a half
off sale at Gap your gonna have rumors, the one that is going around
currently is that the whole cast of the show has an open orgy's
backstage. So I'm just giving him a hard time about it" I said.

He understood just as we arrived at the dressing room door, most of the
cast was in the process of getting out of costume and make-up. So Matt
announced "Guys, meet Brooks, TC, Kyle, and this faggot here is Scott,
Mamma Mia sent him over for us to try out tonight, and Chey he wants you
first."

"You ass" I said and he simply replies with Payback is a bitch.

After everyone had a good laugh, it was decided that they all needed to
head out, because this was one of the few cast that agreed they should talk
to everyone at the stage door. So as my gang waited on Matt to get finished
up, we all decided that we should go out for a little bit. TC suggested the
bar that had "faggot feud" and by the look on Kyle's face we all agreed. So
we all headed out, Matt signed a few autographs and took some photos, while
we waited. We then headed to the bar, which was already stirring with
people. TC, Brooks, and Matt found us a table, while Kyle and I headed to
the bar, once he and I got our drinks; we headed over to the table. Finding
TC all alone I asked where, Matt and Brooks went. TC pointed to the dance
floor, and there in the middle of everyone were the two of them
dancing. "Brooks has always liked that boy" I said. TC nodded and took, my
drink, "Girl, alcohol is bad for you're voice stick to water, besides
someone might end up pregnant before the nights over if you drink a bit too
much."

Kyle turned to him and gave him a death look, "what the fuck is your
problem, you haven't liked me since the moment I showed up at Starbucks
this morning. I haven't done anything to hurt you. What the hell's you
attitude for?"

"My attitude, here you show up for the first time in around ten years to
talk to my best friend, who has been basically loved you since first sight,
but you treated like shit. And when you show up, its like, he's suppose to
forget all about what happened years ago, and start loving you again. What
if he didn't want to be with you? Have you even thought about that? Why the
hell should I trust you after you treated him like dirt for so long, and
then magically show up wanting to be apart of his life?" TC told Kyle.

"Look, I'm sorry I acted like that back then, I was a different person, and
I really do care for him. I know he's not forgotten about what happened
back then, yet I know he forgives me. Have you not thought that maybe we've
already talked through all of this?  I know that I didn't do things right
back then, but I want to make things right now, that's what I am here
for. I don't know what you really want me to say, I love him. And I am just
happy that he loves me enough to want me after everything I did to him back
then. Alright I'm sorry; I'm not here to hurt him or anything like
that. I'm here now because we both care about each other. Anything else you
need to know?" said Kyle.

"Look I like you, I just don't want anyone hurting him. Life has been hard
enough on him, I don't want anyone hurting him more then he already has
been."

After that, everything went famously. We saw little of Matt and Brooks all
evening. TC and Kyle started talking about `guy stuff' and after a few more
drinks; we decided it was time to get home. Kyle wasn't totally drunk but
he was buzzing, we got back to my place around 3:45, and the first words
out of his mouth were "you're amazing, and I love you for that."

I leaned in and kissed him, he responded eagerly with his hands sliding
down my back, and to my ass; pulling me into him closer. As we moved closer
into each other I could feel a bulge in his khakis. My hands moved over his
biceps, feeling the muscles under his shirt. I began to unbutton his shirt;
his hands remained on my ass, and we continued to kiss. When I had his
shirt unbuttoned my lips broke from our kissing, my lips went directly for
his nipples. His hands moved to the back of my head, running his fingers
through my hair. I pulled away and admired the sight that lay before me. He
stood there in khakis with his shirt opened exposing his chest and abs, a
mix of sweat and saliva made them glisten in the light. He begins to step
towards me, and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling me towards the bedroom.

We arrive standing shirt-less in the door frame, my hands roam from his
shoulders, down his chest and abs to his pants. He quickly follows my lead,
and we moved to the bed, loosing his pants in the process. As we lay down
on the bed, my hands moved to his erection, feeling the large bugle that
awaited me. I kissed him, pulling down his underwear at the same time. I
then slowly kissed my way down to his crotch. Stopping just before getting
there, I looked, after all I was about to suck-off the man I had loved for
nearly 10 years for the first time, I also needed to settle a bet with TC
from so many years earlier. It looked to be 8 inches, and pretty thick
too. I began to lick from the base of his cock to the tip, paying extra
attention to the head.  I began to take the head of his penis into my
waiting mouth.  Slowly moving down, I was a little more then half way. I
closing my eyes, and worked my way down, further and further. The sounds he
emitted kept me going. I was caught by surprise when I felt his pubes brush
my nose. I held there and began to massage his cock with my tongue. Then
slowly came back up. I could hear Kyle moan, knowing that he was enjoying
it. He thrust his hips forward, and I stayed with him, felling his hands on
the back of my head. I was milking him as best I knew how. And from both
his participation and grunts and moans I knew he was enjoying it.

Even though I knew we were both enjoying this, I knew there was more in
store for the evening. I slowly pulled my mouth from his hardened member.
Once I left it, my mouth went directly to his lips. We turned over with him
on top after a few moments. My legs wrap around his waist. He pulls away
from our kiss, and says, "Are you ready for this?"

I kiss him softly again and reply, "I've been ready all night." He kisses
me back and I unlock my legs from him.  He takes his hand and begins to
loosen my hole with a finger, working it over. After a few minutes he adds
a second, loosening up my tight hole. I let out a slight moan. "Yeah, you
like that, me loosing up that tight hole for my big cock.  Yeah let's get
you nice and loose." He says adding a third finger to my ass. Another moan
escapes me and I tell him to fuck me.

He pulls his fingers out from me and begins to lube his cock. His cock sits
at the entrance of my hole. I can feel it waiting to enter; the head slowly
makes its way inside me. I feel more and more of his cock entering me,
until he stops. His cock is completely in my ass. I feel him begin to pull
out, slowly pumping in and out of my ass. My legs lock in the small of his
back and he moves in and begins to kiss me. As he fucks me my hands roam
his body, getting used to a body that is had longed to touch for so many
years. My hands end at his chest, feeling his heart pounding almost in time
to his cock in my ass. My dick can't take much more, I begin to cum on his
stomach, my hole tightening around his cock. I hear him moan in pleasure
and feel his cum enter the condom.

Out of breath he collapses on me, I feel his heart beat. My legs unlock
from his back and I kiss him, "thank-you Kyle, I love you" I say.

He replies and gently kisses me again. His cock softens and he pulls it
out, taking the condom off. When he comes back to bed, he gets behind me
and whispers in my ear, "I love you too, night Scotty". Wrapping his arms
around me, letting me know I am safe.

That's all I remember that night, I fell asleep in my lover's arms shortly
after we made love for the first time. The last thought flowing through my
mind before I fell asleep was that I was truly happy, happy for the first
time in many years. Yet unknowing where my life would lead after the great
twist of fate life had given me these past few days.


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We there it is, after over a year, and many nights of staring at a screen
and only adding on or two lines I finished it. I am happy where this one
ended, if I had my choice, parts 2 and 3 would have gone together, but alas
no. I remember many people writing me for the first 2 chapters. I remember
the smiles I got from them all, I still have all those saved too, so here
it is the e-mail address, its change since the last chapter (much has
happened over a year) contact me and give me your thoughts and what not. I
always reply. Thanks everyone, most of all to the people that inspired this
story, my friends, they kept me writing, TC, Brooks, Sean (no that's not
their real names) thanks for it all. New Characters come into play this
next chapter, whenever that comes out. And now I'm done rambling.

EMAIL ME: dhyde84@hotmail.com