Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 00:08:17 -0400
From: David Hyde <dhyde84@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle 6

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Kyle Part 6


The following year after the incident with Kyle, I told my father and
stepmother I was gay.  It was about a week before Thanksgiving, when they
got home from work that day, I sat them down.  Telling them, flat out, I
was gay.  My dad sat there, saying nothing.  My stepmother, on the other
hand, went ballistic.  She began yelling at me, calling me faggot, and
other thing alone that line, saying I was a disgrace to the family, and an
embarrassment.  I did the only thing I could think of to protect myself,
yell back.  She and I went at it for probable 10 minutes.  My Father trying
his hardest to stop it.  Nothing would.  Finally, he was able to get her
and I separated, taking her to the master bedroom, leaving me in the living
room.  When he came back, he took me to my room, shutting the door behind
him.

My father told me, he still loved me, that I was his son, his only son.  No
matter who I was or loved he would always be proud of me.  I loved my
father for that, he was honest, he cared.  He went on though, Laura, my
stepmother, was furious, he told me, "she hates homosexuals" "but I think
if we give it some time, things will calm down between the two of you.
Just lay low for a couple days, do some stuff around the house to help her
out and everything will be fine."  So that's what I did, when I got home
from school, I did laundry, washed dishes, took out trash, anything I could
think of.  I did that for 3 days, I know how much crap can 3 people
accumulate in 3 days, the answer: not much.  On the third day, my
stepmother got home before my father did, actually, before I did.  When I
got home from school, she was sitting in the living room, on the couch.  I
walked in, and said hi, then walked to my room, I sat my keys on my desk,
looked up slightly, my monitor was off, so I moved the mouse, nothing
happened.  I went to turn on my computer, the stand wasn't there.  Hmmm,
ok, I just blew it off, I laid on my bed, and grabbed my remote, looked at
the TV, it wasn't there.  Wow, that's different, I got up, kind of mad, ok
really mad, I went for my phone, called my dad and asked what was going on.
He told me he didn't know about anything, but was on his way home and just
to stay in my room till he got home.  I did.

I heard the door open, he called for my stepmother, "Laura, what's going
on?"  She replied, with her usual manipulating tone, saying that she
thought I needed to be punished for my choice in lifestyle, that she had
decided I was not to have a TV, computer, phone, car, or extra curricular
activities (choir, theatre, friends), anything.  I needed to be punished
for my being a disgrace to the family, being a cocksucker.  She didn't feel
my father had handled it appropriately enough, so she took matters into her
own hands.  They argued for almost an hour, all I did was stay in my room,
when she said everything, at first I cried.  I didn't mind loosing the
computer or TV, what mattered to me was my car and my life.  Remember, I'm
a professional actor now, I needed theatre in high school to get into
college, to have a life outside of this town.  She didn't see it that way,
she saw it as a way to make me gay, a faggot, a cocksucker, a fudge packer,
whatever you want to call it.  If I couldn't choose a respectable
lifestyle, I wasn't going to have one, I was to be grounded from life till
I graduated high school basically.  I couldn't let her do this, finally I
walked out of my room, "you can't do this to me, this is my life, my
future.  It's everything I live for, take my TV, take my computer, take
away my car even, I don't car, but don't take away my future, chorus,
theatre, friends.  If you take them away from me, what am I suppose to do
after college, hell I won't even get into college, not if you take away
theatre and music.  It's all that I want to do.  By taking it away from me
I loose my future.  Look at it this way, you'd have to put up with me for
another 4 or 5 years."

"No, I won't, you have a mother, go live with her" Laura said.

My mother, she was alive then, she lived 30 minutes away from my school,
yes she taught there, but I would have been considered out of county, and
she would have had to pay tuition for me to go.  Besides, I wouldn't be
able to be near my friends as much.  My father said, that wasn't an option,
Laura responded with yes it is, its that or what I have decided, I don't
want him here anymore. I broke my cool head at that point, "FUCK YOU
BITCH!" I screamed.  She came at me, knocking my back, we pushed and fought
all the way to my room, my father finally got between us, and separated us,
me in my room, my prison, her in the hall, she broke past, pushing the door
open, knocking trophies off the wall, grabbing the first thing she could
and throwing it.

Moments later the door slammed shut, knocking more things off the wall and
shelves, my black light shattering everywhere, pictures falling shattering,
basically anything that wasn't secured for an earthquake fell. I was able
to lock the door after it shut.  I went to my closet, pulled out a couple
duffle bags, and began packing, one by one, I packed 3 bags full of
everything I might need for however long I would be away, throwing it out
the window of my second story room.  I grabbed my phone, thought who can I
call, TC, no, it's a house phone, Brooks, no, he's out of town, Amy, yes.
The door handle was jiggling, "Scott open up, its me" my dad said, I pushed
a chair to the window.  "Scott please open up" again, dad; I stepped into
the chair forcing my body halfway out the window BAM...BAM...BAM.  Seconds
later I found myself on the ground under my window, I had jumped.  I
grabbed the bags, went to my car, got in, my dad looking out the window as
I drove away.

I drove around the town for what seemed hours.  I knew I was going to Amy's
house, but I couldn't show up there, not like this, I was a wreck, but I
went.  I was there for a couple days, her parents understood, and knew that
it was ok.  My dad and I made up, ell there wasn't anything to make up
about, he and I had never had a problem, it was his wife.  He told me again
that he loved me and would always, just that I couldn't come home, not
after I called his wife a bitch.  So he found me a place to stay, paid for
it, paid for everything, I got a job to pay for other stuff I needed, only
because I felt like I shouldn't be completely dependent on him, but allow
me to be a part of my life I so desperately fought for.  I got into school,
scholarship too, and graduated, always remaining close to my father, as
close as one could with a secrete relationship.

Walking into the hospital was probably the single scariest thing I have
ever done, not only because of the health of my father, but also because I
was worried about what would happen between my stepmother and myself.  It
was, to me, a fight nearly 10 years in the making.  We made our way into
the lobby no one spoke, in the elevator he told me "everything will be
alright, I'm here if you need me." of course I knew that, but it did help
ease me more just hearing him say it.  Walking to the floor where my dad as
being kept Kyle was at my side, never leaving it the whole time.  Kay was
standing at the nurse's desk as we approached.  A huge smile appeared on
her face, and mine, I ran to her, both of us hugging, having been such a
long time since seeing each other.  After we both let go, I said "Kay, this
is, as you know Kyle, and I want to introduce his mother and father Michael
and Susan Mason."

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Dr. Kay Bussey, Mr. Daniel's doctor."  Turning
back to me, she continued, "Now, Scott, as I told you the other day, your
father is doing well now, but he is just staying in there, no changes in
vitals or anything just yet.  I do want him to pull out of this well, and I
have no reason to doubt that your arrival will help that even more.  He is
awake and alert, although I was not able to get your stepmother out of the
room, while I never told her you were coming, she refused to leave his side
when I suggested she went to the cafeteria for breakfast.  Do you want to
wait a few more minutes, give yourself some time to adjust before you go
in, or whatever."  Coming in closer she whispered, "I'll fill you in more
later in my office, I just want to stay somewhat professional on the floor
currently"

"Oh, that's fine, I understand, just give me a second or two, I just need
to clear my head, so I don't automatically start yelling, Kay. I want to
apologize in advance, there just may be a conflict here today.  While we
will do everything in our power to keep it from occurring, no promises can
be made.  Second, Mr. Mason, if I remember from Kyle telling me correctly,
you are a lawyer correct." he nods "good, you wouldn't minds taking me on
as a client would you?" he shrugs and says of course. " Wonderful, Kyle,
can I test how great an actor you are?"

"I'm not playing something ridiculous..." Kyle says.

"No nothing like that, just my publicist, and boyfriend of course, if
something happens all I need the two of you to do is advise me against it,
Susan, be your wonderful self, Kyle's mother along for moral
support. Everyone ready cause I am."

With that, we follow Kay down the remainder of the hallway and into the
hospital room.  She opens the door, "Mr. Daniel's, I know its early, but I
have some visitors for you, would you like to see them?"  Without waiting
for an answer, she leads us in.

Walking into the room was easy, much easier then I imagined, I thought that
I wouldn't be able to handle it, seeing my father attached to so many
machines, laying there helpless.  I walked over to the bed, taking his
hand, "hey there, you doing alright?"

Before a response could even be uttered from my dad I hear, "You, what do
you think you're doing here," my step mother stated.  "You have some nerve
showing your face here, why you haven't even talked to the man in years,
and here he is, his death bed.  Then you show up like some important
person..."  Maim, I would think you to keep your voice lowered and your
mouth shut, allow the gentleman to talk." Kyle's father interrupted.

"Thank you, Dad, I wanna introduce some people to you, ok?  Well, first
off, this is Mr. and Mrs. Michael Mason, Mr. Mason is my attorney."  I
said, looking at Laura, "and also Kyle Mason, he's my publicist dad, and
also my boyfriend."

"Pleased to meet everyone, especially you Kyle, it's a great privilege to
meet you, I'm sorry it had to be under such circumstances.  Please come in
and have a seat, I know there's one or two available somewhere." My father
said, the first words out of his mouth, I was just happy it wasn't anything
else.

"so dad, are you doing alright, I know what's going on, but I want to know
how you are doing?  Mrs. Mason sent flowers, did you get them?" I said

"Oh, I got them, but I took one look at the cards and threw them out, what
don't you get you're not wanted here, faggot.  Get Out!  Let the man have
some peace."  Laura said.

"Excuse me, this may be a stressful time and all, but please get over
yourself, the man's child is here, they drove 11 hours just to see him,
Scott had to take time off of his performance schedule to come down here.
Now if I were you, I'd be happy that he was here.  You may not like him,
you may not approve of him, but it is that man's flesh and blood, and
whether you like it or not, he's here.  He love's his father dearly, now
allow them to do whatever it is they need to..."

"Mr. Mason, please, while your efforts are appreciated, I know my wife
well, she's very stubborn. Laura, this is my son, you hear me, my son, he
is here to see me, not you.  Allow me time with him, and allow me to see
him, and Kyle.  If you don't like it, there's the door, you can come back
in a couple hours. " my father, very clearly stated.

Wow, I had never heard my father tell her anything like that, she always
controlled him in one way or another, I guess he finally saw what was
happening.

"No, I'm staying, he's not to be here, this cocksucker, shouldn't be here,
you don't even have him in your will for Christ sakes." She said.

I glared at her, that Will was more then just money to me it was my family.
You see, when my grandmother died, years ago, she left all her children
everything, it was put into a trust that my grandfather controlled until he
died.  After that, it was broken up for the rest of the family, it included
furniture that was made by my family, my grandparents wedding china.  That
didn't belong to her, it was mine.

"Laura, you don't know what your talking about, really.  So either leave or
sit down and shut up." My dad said, reassuring me. Deep Breath.

She sat, I walked over to the windows, opening the blinds, "There, a little
light on the subject makes it all better."  I asked again, "Dad, how are
you doing."

Everyone stopped and looked at Laura waiting for an response, "I'm fine,
really, I'll be fine, I've just been a little tired that's all.  It's good
to see you again, its been a few months, hasn't it.  How's New York
treating you, good I'm guessing, and from what I see, you have Kyle now."
Dad said.

"Well, get some rest is what I want you to do, I need you at full health
soon, Dad. New York is wonderful, I love doing shows up there, its so
rewarding, and I can't wait to get back on stage every night.  Kyle and I
are recently a new development, we started dating a few days ago." A
stifled laugh can be herd from a chair, its brushed off.  "Although we have
known each other since high school, we were out of touch for a while,
recent events brought us back together.  But I don't want to talk about me,
we've here for you, are you eating, is there anything you need, books,
magazines, anything?"

"You can get me outta here, that's all I need, I'm ready to leave already.
I'm glad you came though, I mean really, I wasn't expecting it when
Dr. Bussey told me you were coming, I was shocked, I didn't know that you
even know I was here, and you know how hard I try to keep you away when I'm
in the hospital. How did you find out?"

"I have my ways, Kay didn't even tell me till I called her yesterday, I
found out from someone else I know, seems our family knows way too many
people, besides you know you can't keep anything away from me, no matter
how hard you try, I have spies everywhere."

"I see that, and Kay didn't tell you because I told her not too, but I
guess even that didn't help.  Now, about this show of yours how much longer
are you doing it, I haven't seen you in it yet. I guess now, I have no
excuses to make for going to New York."

"My contract is up in another 4 months, I'm still not sure if I'm going to
renew or see about something different, I've gotten a few offers, just
nothing I want to really accept yet, I'm thinking about some stuff.  Maybe
something will come up between now and then.  And yes, now you have to come
up, please, I can make arrangements for the two of you, in any hotel you
want, you can come see my show, and I'll work it out to get you anything
else you want to see, we can do dinner somewhere, I know so many restraints
you would love to go to.  All you have to do is let me know."

"I'll do that, I will."

My conversation with my dad went on like that for 3 more hours, at one
point, Laura just got up and left, I know she was still mad about my
father, but oh well.  Kyle and my father talked some too, as well as his
parents.  I felt better knowing that my dad and them were all getting
along.  Kay had left the room soon after the conflict that did occur was
finished, but she came back in around the 3 hour mark.

Scott, I'm sorry, but I need him to sleep a little bit today, and now is
the time, if you'll kind of wrap it up, you can come back later today, or
come back tomorrow, I know you are here for the week, please." Kay said.

"Always a stickler on the naps, Susan, Michael, thank you for coming, and
the flowers, though they are not here, now that I know I got some from you
all, I feel much better, Kyle, take care of him please, he needs someone to
keep a good eye on him, in case he get outta hand. Scott, you did a good
thing today, thank you for not loosing you head, I know it was hard to do
that, you have always gotten that from me, having you here makes all the
difference in the world.  If you all don't mind, can I have just a minute
alone with Scott, please."

All nodded and made their way out of the room, my father went on to tell me
this, "I know things with your step mother and you have never been easy.
However, I want to patch things up between you two sooner or later. Even if
it was going to take me dying to do it.  I know you have good judgment,
please don't allow this argument to go on anymore.."

"Dad, but why are you telling me all this now, I mean, you're surely not
going to die now, I mean you look great, you sounds great, Kay says you'll
be fine."

"Scott, lets face it, we both know better.  I may last a week, maybe 2, but
I'm not getting outta here through the front doors.  I love you son, I'm
proud of you, and I'm glad you are trying to do the right things to fix the
past. I love you for it.  You have made your grandmother proud, and me
proud."

"Dad, don't talk like this, your going to be fine, you're going to be
walking out the front doors, here I brought this for you" pulling out a CD,
" its something I've always told you about, but never let you hear, its my
show dad, mine that I wrote, I made you a copy."

"Thanks budro, this means so much to me, put it in the CD player, put it on
repeat even, I love you, and I'll see you later"

I put the CD on, walked over to him gave him a hug and a kiss, and started
out the door.  "I know this sounds cheesy and corny, but I cant leave to
this song, its too upbeat and it's the opening.  I need exit music, ok."
Walking back to the CD player, starting the Finale of the show, then going
back to my dad kissing him and hugging him again.  Walking out the door to
the simple song played.

For life is a song, simple brave and strong, Let the melody guide you to
where you ought to be, For when you have your melody, your dreams can come
true, And show you just what to do.


I walked out the hospital room, shutting the door behind me.  Immediately
after I shut the door I began to cry.  I leaned against the door, falling
to the floor, while the tears ran down my face.  There I sat in the floor,
crying, my father had just told me he was dying despite what his doctors
said.  He knew he wasn't going to last very long, he said that plainly.  He
gave me a request, one that I was willing to accept and attempt to fix.
Now all I needed was for Laura to talk to me and then we could make amends.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, it was Kyle, he wrapped
his arms around me and held me close.  I was feeling better with just him
being next to me, near me.  I told him what my dad had said, he kissed me,
there in the hallway outside my dad's hospital room, he kissed me.

We sat there for some time, when we finally stood; it had been, in
actuality, ten minutes.  Laura was walking down the hall towards the room;
I could see Kyle's mom and dad standing just down from us.  She passed
them, approaching Kyle and myself outside the door of the room.

"Laura, I'm sorry for the past, please let's put it all behind us.  We are
family, whether either of us like it or not, but we need to move on from
the past.  There are hard times ahead for us all, and we both will need
support to get through it.  A support that each of us can provide to the
other.  Accept my heartfelt apology and let us get on with our lives." I
said as she stopped at the doorway.

"Get this, and only this, I don't want you here, I don't want to see you
here again.  You are not my family, you are a disgrace.  I don't need you
for anything, now get outta my way, and don't ever come back." Laura
quickly said back to me. It had hit me like a ton of bricks I wasn't
expecting it at all.

"I may not be your blood family, but you are married to my father, that
makes us family.  I'm here, and I always will be here.  Let me know when
you want to talk, I'll listen.  But don't come crying to me when your in
trouble and need help with something.  I may care about family, but I won't
hesitate to forget you.  I put what happened to us behind me long ago, I'll
wait for you to do the same.  Call me if you ever want to discuss this like
adults, instead of acting like children."  Then I walked away, towards my
new family.  As I got to Kyle's parents I turned around to grad Kyle, he
wasn't there, he was still at the door with Laura, I then heard him speak.

"Listen, I don't care what happened between the two of you, and I don't
really care.  He is my husband, and I care for him more then anything in
the world.  He's been through enough shit in his life.  I'd take him up on
his offer if I was you, cause if you don't one day you will regret it. At
that point I will laugh if your face.  Who knows maybe you'll find your
heart by then, but until one of those days come, you're just a worthless
piece of scum."  The color had drained from her face when he called her
heartless, but Kyle didn't care, he turned and waked towards me.  He called
me his husband, that was all I heard, that was all I cared about.  He stood
beside me, took my hand and kissed me.  It was a hard passionate kiss too.
I loved it, it took me back to New York, when we kissed on the street.  But
something broke us from our passion.

"FAGGOTS, YOU'RE GONNA ROT IN HELL" Laura yelled.

"I'll be sure to save you a seat on the bus" I said, Kyle and I turned and
walked out of the hospital, towards the car.  I felt good inside, like this
huge weight had been lifted off of me.  I had been carrying this with me
for years, I felt like I had done what was right in making amends with
Laura.  It was not been the outcome I was hoping for, but still it was
something.

The group made its way to the car, Susan and I got in, but Kyle and his
father stayed outside and talked.  I couldn't hear them nor could I read
what was said, so I just ignored it.  Susan turned around and said "Well, I
know it wasn't the outcome you had hoped for, but still you took the step
and was the bigger man to apologize, its up to her now.  Do you feel any
better after seeing your father?"

"He's not well, he told me he's not going to make it, but he loves me and
he's proud.  Which is all I can ask for, I have wanted to make him proud of
me for years, I was just not sure at how to actually do it."

"Scott, speaking as a parent, you're always proud of your children, no
matter what happens.  I know this, so trust me.  I'm also proud to call you
my son now.  You're a good boy, and you have a good head on your shoulders
too, especially in a hot situation.  Only someone with a good head would
have even thought to do what you did before entering that room.  And you
know, I can see now that Kyle is in good hands, rough times may be ahead,
for both of you.  But remember together, the two of you will make it
through, trust me again, I know from experience."

Moments later Kyle and his father got into the car, and we headed back to
the house.  I was tired from all the action at the hospital, and so as soon
as we walked into the I excused myself for a nap, and went to bed in Kyle's
room.  I felt like as soon as I hit the pillow I would fell asleep, and I
did.

I felt hands on my back, gently rubbing me.  I slowly woke up, Kyle was
standing beside the bed.  "Morning sleepy head, time to get up."

"What time is it, how long did I sleep?" I asked.

"It's nearly 8 pm, you've been out for a while, I just thought you might
want to get up and eat, mom's got dinner finishing up, we'll be ready to
eat in the next 30 minutes, why don't go clean up and come join us." He
said.

So I did, I took a quick shower and changed, joining the group in the
living room.  A few people were there that I didn't know, Matt, his little
brother, his fiancé, and a few more members of his family, cousins, aunts
uncles.  I felt a little out of place, not knowing anyone hardly, but I
made it through till dinner was ready.  We all gathered in the dining room,
took our seats, followed by Kyles father standing.

"We asked you here tonight for a few reasons, the most important is to
welcome a new member of our family.  You all know what has been going on in
this house the last few week," he said looking at Kyle, "but today Kyle
said something that spoke to me.  I feel it should not go overlooked.  When
Scott came into this house I wasn't sure how to react, I was afraid he was
after something, I was still uneasy about Kyle being with him.  This
morning all of us took a trip to the hospital, to visit Scott's father.  I
won't do into all the details about what happened there, however I will
say, these boys love was tested.  Not by us, but by Scotts own family.  I
saw my son stand up to someone who had offended Scott, and called him his
husband.  It's not private how I felt about gay marriage for so long, but
today I saw that it was just as strong if not stronger then anyone else's.
This evening we welcome Scott into our family.  I can only hope that we can
provide the love and support that I fear his own will not show him in the
coming months.  I propose this toast to my son Kyle and to his husband
Scott, to love that will show nothing is too hard to overcome." Everyone
toasted.  "Now, we do have a wedding that was already coming up, Matthew
and Meggan, let's not forget them." He sat.

I was speechless, not sure what to say to that, but I got my strength
together and spoke, "I now see why you are such a successful lawyer, and I
feel so honored to be here, thank you all for everything you have given me
already."  With that, dinner began.

It was both fun and different, having dinner with Kyle's family, it had
been so long since I had been to a family dinner, at least where it was my
family, but they all began to open up to me all began to open up to me and
allow me to be apart of their family.  Conversation was interesting,
everything from my college to what I was planning on doing next in life.

After everyone had taken their fill on dinner, Susan stood up, "well I
guess its time for dessert."  She and Kyle walked into the kitchen; they
came back with two pies.  I know its odd, but I can't remember what was for
dinner, but I remember the pies.  Specifically because one was pumpkin, the
other was pecan.  Susan spoke again, "Scott, while you were off in dream
land for the day, Kyle and I talked, he told me about you not spending
holiday dinners with your family for so long, I wanted to make it up to you
tonight.  So, I thought, however odd, I would do traditional holiday
desserts for the evening, to make up for all those years you went without."
She began to serve the pies to everyone.

After everyone was finished, everyone kind of broke off in to different
areas of the house, Susan and Kyle's two aunts cleared the table and moved
into the kitchen, Meggan tried to help, as did I but Susan wouldn't have
any of it.  Kyle's dad and uncles went into the family room and started
talking and watching TV, you know the drill.  Matt and Kyle dragged Meggan
and I outside to the deck.  It as dark by now and the sky was absolutely
beautiful, just so clear, stars everywhere. We sat down, Meggan broke our
silence, "Scott, tell me, how was it for you? I know my first dinner with
them was a bit frightening and overwhelming.  I don't think I was ready for
it."  "It was, well different, I mean I wasn't expecting it for one, you
probly had some sort of warning that you would be meeting everyone, me I
was just told I might, keyword might want to join everyone for dinner.  I
was scared I guess, I wasn't expecting a toast, or anything planned
specifically around me.  I'm, let just say relieved its over.  Meeting the
parents is one thing, finding out you're father's dieing is another, but
meeting the parents, finding out your father is dieing, and meeting the
extended family as well.  I think I should go see a therapist, it just
messes with you." She laughed when I said that, Kyle just looked out, Matt
was elsewhere I think too.

"Come with me Scott, let's leave them alone for a bit."  Meggan said.

And we began walking, just around the block, she told me about her dinner
with meeting the parents, and then talked about her and Matt, and me and
Kyle. Matt and her wedding was planned for September, she was talking about
what she was planning, what she wanted, and all the stresses of that, she
also said I had to be there.  I made no promise, I wasn't sure if after
this week I would be able to take the time off from the show.  Not that I
couldn't it was more that I may not be able to afford it, for myself.

We arrived back to the house, I as glad to have someone else in the family
that was going through what I was.  Most of the family was getting ready to
leave when we got back, so everyone said their goodbyes.  Matt and Meggan
left soon after everyone else left.  Susan had finished cleaning up
everything while I had been on my walk.  Before she went upstairs she asked
" Scott, will you be heading to the hospital in the morning, or do you want
me to make other plans?"

"I'm not sure" I said, "I really don't want to go back tomorrow, and I may
take some time to just breath for a little bit, I know I need to stop by
the theatre downtown and see Sue, I think I might do that tomorrow."

She went upstairs to the master bedroom, leaving Kyle and I downstairs
alone.  I jumped at the chance.  We went into the bedroom, I kissed him,
running my hands up under his shirt, taking it off. He followed by doing
the same to me, I started kissing my way down his body, but he stops me.

"It's my turn, you did me the other night, I get to suck you off tonight."
He said. He kissed my neck my nipples and started down my stomach,
unbuttoning my shorts while he made his way down.  Soon Kyle let my hard
cock out, and started licking and sucking me off, slowly taking more in,
but unable to take it all.  My moaning told him to keep going, and he did.
I felt like I was soon going to cum, and stopped him.  I told him to fuck
me.  He got ready and put the head of his hard cock at my hole, slowly
letting it slide into my ass. He fucked me at a slower pace then the other
night, bending down to kiss me.  I was in heaven, then he started to speed
up.  Getting faster the more we fucked.

I held onto him tightly and didn't want to let him go, he kept fucking me,
the longer we fucked the harder it was.  I felt like I was getting close,
he knew I was and so he slowed down, my hole clamping onto him, but still
he kept fucking me.  After my hole let up on him, he started fucking me
harder and faster again, but still keeping an eye on me.  If ever I was
about to cum, he would slow down, edging me for nearly and hour and a half.
Finally I grabbed a nipple and said "Stop it let me cum for Christ sakes, I
can't take it anymore." He laughed and kept fucking me, slowly then faster
and harder.

Two hours after we started he was still fucking me, but much harder then
before, I was so ready to cum, my hole clamped onto his pole like it had
before, yet he didn't slow in fucking me.  In fact he started fucking me
harder and faster, I felt my balls tighten and I started to cum, more then
I had in a long time.  It shot onto Kyle's chest, and then I felt him start
to cum.  Letting out his cream that he had been holding out for so long.
He pulled out and kissed me.  After he laid down I just said, asshole.  He
laughed again, and asked "what didn't you like it?"

"I loved it, I just was calling you an asshole cause I couldn't cum for 2
hours because of it.  I still love you though" I said.

I heard him laugh, "well good then, that's what I like to hear, maybe next
time it will be longer"

I groaned and curled up next to him, falling asleep.  Happy that this long
day was finally over, and happy I was with the man of my dreams.


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Well, these are the 3 parts that I have been working on for the summer so
far, not sure when the next chapter will be finished. Bus as I have said
before e-mail me I love hearing from everyone.  Thanks guys

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