Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 17:15:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Kye," Part 7

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"Kye"
     Part 7

     I was pleasantly surprised when Trey drove us into the parking lot at
Jack's.  I hadn't been looking forward to never returning, but now that the
situation between Kye and I had taken a different turn, I was happy to be
here.  Trey parked the Jeep, and we all exited and strode to the front
door.  When we got in, Mitch flagged down the closest server and asked them
to open up the patio seating.

     The server seemed very friendly with Mitch, and it suddenly made
sense: this is where I had seen Mitch before.  The night that Kye raped my
mouth in the restroom, Mitch was tending bar.  When Kye's party first
arrived, they'd all gone to the bar to order drinks.  I remembered seeing
Mitch behind the bar.  I could only see him from the waist up, and with
clothes on, he didn't grab my attention like Kye had.  By the time Kye had
sat down at the table, facing me, I had already forgotten anyone else in
the bar.  But Mitch had been there.

     The server was gone for only a minute, and Mitch had excused himself
to the restroom while we were waiting, so I had to wait until we were
seated to ask Mitch about that night.  I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear
all the details about Kye and his forty-eight fucks; so much of it must
have taken place long before Kye and I met, and I wasn't sure I really
wanted to know.  Just hearing Mitch last evening recalling his humiliation
in high school had shaken and infuriated me.  I didn't know how I would be
affected by finding out even more.

     Mitch joined us at the table, and he brought three beers with him.  We
toasted to being unemployed, and almost drained those beers.  I was going
to need to slow down quickly.  I was pretty sure that being older, and not
being a Marine, that these guys could probably drink me under the table and
back up the other side!

     "So Mitch," I began, "how did all those other guys get involved in the
party?  I mean, you didn't just pick 47 other guys off the streets, did
you?"

     "No.  Actually, every one of those guys has been screwed over by Kye.
Some physically, some financially, some emotionally.  They are quite the
eclectic group.  About a dozen of them are on the football team that Kye is
on right now.  Guys who are bi or gay, and are fed up with the way Kye is
constantly running down gays, lesbians, transgender people.  He's
constantly telling everyone on the team how he fucked over some "stupid
queer" or "fag freak."  Given the chance to get him back and remain
anonymous, they were more than happy to join in.  They are also helping out
with Kye's classes.  They're signing him in at class so that he's not
marked absent.  That also gives us some leverage with Kye—the record
shows he was at class, but he won't be getting the material and
instruction, so he'll be at a disadvantage.  He'll need us to fill in his
lack of understanding so that he can pass his tests and keep his
scholarship.  And the price he'll have to pay will undoubtedly be steep, if
you know what I mean."  Kye finished with a sly smile beaming across his
face.

     "That's only about a dozen.  What about everyone else?"

     "Some are old acquaintances of mine from high school, who remember how
Kye treated people on the high school football team.  Several were Marine
buddies of Trey and I, ready to make things even for us.  A bunch, probably
about twenty, are classmates of Kye's at the university or residents of the
dormitory where he lives.  None of them are athletes, so their only
experience was away from the practice field and locker room.  All hated his
bragging, his verbal abuse of gays, and all jumped at the chance to give
some crap back to him."

     "So that's everybody?"

     "No.  Three of them were guys who had their girlfriends stolen away by
Kye.  He took a liking to each of the girls, and made up some story about
the guys being gay.  Funny thing is, they aren't gay, but they sure enjoyed
fucking Kye's ass!  One of the guys was engaged to his girl, and Kye
convinced her to not give the ring back, but rather, pawn it to buy him a
new iPad and iPhone.  And then Kye went back and told the guy exactly what
happened to the ring.  He was the guy that was the last to fuck Kye before
you took your turn.  He was there with his ex-fiance's brother, who also
took his turn."

     "And me?  How exactly did you find out about me?" I asked.

     "Kye is a lousy drunk.  When he was waving your credit card around the
bar, he told everyone exactly how he got it, and then he proceeded to run
up a big bill, paying for everyone's dinner and drinks.  Even bought drinks
for a bunch of girls in the bar that evening.  I was going to ask Jack
about it before accepting it to pay the bill, but I changed my mind in
hopes that we could add theft to his string of crimes.  I saved all the
slips from the transaction; he was too drunk to know that I never gave him
back his signed receipt.  So when we're done with him, he'll be going to
court."

     "When you're done with him?  What does that mean?" I inquired.

     Mitch was just about to answer when my phone rang.  Mitch was thinking
about what to tell me, so he encouraged me to take the call so that he had
time to think.  I looked at the phone, and saw that the call was from
Donnie, my former assistant manager.

     "Hey Donnie, what's up?"  I tried to sound as happy as the
circumstances would allow.

     "I heard about you getting canned, Dom...er, Mr. Bartolo.  I wanted to
tell you I'm really sorry for you.  You didn't deserve to get fired."

     "That's not the half of it, Donnie.  Gregerson beat the fuck out of
me."

     "No, he didn't!"

     "Yeah, he did."  We're sitting here toasting to my job loss, and me
possibly suing his ass."

     "Can I come down and join you?"

     "Aren't you due to be at work in less than an hour?"

     "Actually, I'm not working for Gregerson any more either..."  Donnie's
voice trailed off.

     "Donnie, don't bullshit me."

     I could hear Donnie take a deep breath, and then he poured out his
guts.  "Old man Gregerson called me at home and told me to come down to his
office downtown right away.  When I got there, he filled me in on how he
had to fire you because of the robbery.  He gave me some line of bullshit,
and I interrupted him to tell him I didn't buy it, and you shouldn't be
fired.  He offered me your job, managing the store, at less money than you
made.  I told him to shove it up his ass.  He told me that I was on thin
ice, and might not keep a job with the company if I didn't take the job.  I
figured they were pretty desperate to get someone on the job right away, so
I asked for more money.  He said no.  I asked if I could hand pick my
assistant manager, and he said no.  I asked him if he offered the job to
that sleazeball Furman from the Jackson St. store, you know, the one he's
always telling everybody is a real company guy.  Well, Gregerson started to
squirm, and I knew right then that he had offered it to Furman.  That made
me mad.  I've been your right-hand man for four years, since I graduated
from college, and I know that store and the employees in and out, but he
offered it to that fuckhead Furman before me.  So I told him to shove it up
his ass again.  He told me to get out; I was fired.  On my way out the
door, I turned and told him I was really lucky; if he really wanted to make
me sorry, he could have told me I had to marry that ugly-ass bitch of his.
That's when he threw his computer monitor at me.  Lucky that I'm fast, and
he's got a bad arm!  So I'm not working there anymore."

     I had listened to his story, and could hardly believe that Gregerson
had fired us both.  That store would surely miss us; there were lots of
things that we handled that no one ever knew about, but they would now.

     "So can I join you for a beer?"

     "Let me ask the guys.  Hey, Trey and Mitch, can an old friend of mine
come and join us for a beer?"

     Both Mitch and Trey nodded their approval.  I told Donnie where we
were, and he promised to be down shortly.  "And Donnie, it's Dom from now
on, okay?"

     "Yes, sir....I mean, Dom!"

     As I ended the call, Trey made a comment about how it was heating up
outside, and asked if we should move indoors.  I was inclined to say no; it
was nice having a warm, almost hot, fall day for a change.  Too often, the
weather would turn cold too soon in the fall, and I loved these warm days.
Mitch didn't answer, but rather stood up and peeled his shirt off.  Then he
sat down and said, "Problem solved."

     Trey followed suit, and then I did, too.  We were all stripped to the
waist, and it felt good to have the late morning sun warming our flesh.
The bare skin didn't go unnoticed in the restaurant, as a new waitress came
out to take our drink orders.  She walked behind Trey, and ran her hand
across his chest.  She walked past me and did the same.  When she got to
Mitch, he put up his hand to stop her.  "Just send out the other server,
Wayne.  He's been getting us our drinks, and I'd rather have him wait on
us."  This new girl obviously didn't know Mitch because she began to argue
with him, saying something about this was her table to serve.  Mitch just
argued right back.  It looked like a stand-off until Mitch stood up to make
his final argument.

     "Honey, I don't like girls, and I don't want girls stroking my body
for free and thinking that turning on the charm will get them a big tip.
Truth is, you've got the wrong plumbing.  I like guys!  And you ain't one!

     With that, Mitch pulled back my chair from the table, with me in it,
and straddled my lap.  Then he sat down, giving me a lap dance, and sucking
my lips and tongue into his mouth for a good, long, wet, deep kiss.  By the
time he was done, she was long gone, and Wayne was back with another round
of drinks.  After he placed them on our table, Mitch pulled a twenty out of
his pocket, stuffed it in Wayne's vest pocket, and gave him a wet kiss,
too.  Wayne said something about the kiss being every bit as good as the
ones Mitch gave him when he was tending bar.

     "Wayne's gay?"

     "Damn near everyone who works here is.  Well, the guys are.  I don't
know about the girls, but I think they like guys, too.  That's how I got
the bartending job here at Jake's.  Wayne and I fucked each other at a
party one weekend, and I started working the next week."

     I looked at Trey to see how he reacted to Mitch's admission of having
sex with other men.  Trey just winked at me and shrugged his shoulders, as
if to say `that's the way Mitch is.'  But I thought I saw a little sorrow
in his eyes when he gave me those gestures, and then he turned away, as if
looking toward the parking lot.

     Just then, Donnie arrived, and he was waving his arms as he approached
us to get our attention.  Most people would go through the restaurant to
get to the patio, as it is surrounded by a low brick wall, but Donnie just
hopped over it.

     It seemed as though I was looking at Donnie for the first time.
Instead of the dark framed glasses and store uniform (light blue dress
shirt, black tie, black pants, black shoes), Donnie was wearing a bright
red Underarmor shirt, khaki cargo shorts, sandals and contact lenses.  The
shirt clung to his upper body, and showed off a torso that I didn't know
existed.  Under the shirt, he had taut pecs with perky nipples; huge delts,
biceps and triceps and six-pack abs.  The sleeves looked like they were
about to rip.  His abs led to an extremely thin waist, probably size
twenty-nine or thirty; for a guy about two inches taller than me, that was
a thin waist!  The khaki shorts extended to just below the knee, but they
were snug enough to show rippling thighs moving under the fabric.  His
calves were huge, with knotted muscle around back.  His strawberry blonde
hair was about shoulder length, but gel helped keep it back off his face to
show off his beautiful deep brown eyes.  Long lustrous lashes flared out
from his face, giving him eyes that could only be classified as `bedroom
eyes.'  I'd never noticed how beautiful this guy was before today, and I
wondered how I could have missed all this beauty.

     I was brought back to my senses by two guys clearing their throats.
Trey was the first to speak.

     "Dom, have you forgotten your manners?  You need to introduce us."

     Mitch was more to the point.  "Yeah, fuckhead, tell us who the Norse
god is here.  I need a name before I can proposition him."

     Donnie blushed at Mitch's comment.  That blush really set Mitch's
motor to humming.  He jumped up, walked over to Donnie, and pulled him into
a deep kiss.  I don't know if Donnie voluntarily opened his lips to Mitch,
or if Mitch just pushed his way in, but they held that deep kiss for quite
a while, with both seeming to enjoy it tremendously.  Apparently, beauty
wasn't the only thing about Donnie that I had missed.

     When they broke the kiss, Mitch stepped back and muttered in a low,
husky voice, "God, you are beautiful!"  And he looked at Donnie with a look
I had not seen on Mitch's face before, declaring, "Skins are the order of
the day," Mitch grabbed Donnie's shirt and lifted it up and off his body.
When he beheld the flawless pale skin, the tight pecs and abs, and the big
pink areolas around Donnie's nips, he gasped audibly and immediately dove
in to suck on the tits he had exposed.

     "Well, I guess it's just you and me to carry on the conversation,"
Trey said, pointing over to Donnie and Mitch entangled in an embrace.

     "Do you think they'll ask us to leave, with the way these two are
carrying on?" I asked.

     "I doubt it," Trey replied.  "Jack's is a gay-friendly place, and
Mitch is just trying to be friendly.  As a matter of fact, Jack is one of
the first gay men I met when Mitch and I moved here.  When we mustered out
of the Marines, Mitch was determined to track down Kye and make things
right.  I just followed along.  When we got to town, we asked for the name
of the best restaurant, and we ended up here.  We met Jack, and that night,
we had a three-way.  Jack can really fuck, let me tell you.  I thought he
was going to nail my ass permanently to the floor of his bedroom.

     "Jack took you home with him?"  I said, surprised by the admission.
"He didn't know you."

     "Yeah, but he felt guilty because he held us so long at the
restaurant, and then the bar, that we never got checked in at the hotel and
they gave away our rooms.  Something about a football game in town."

     So Jack was gay.  Surprising that he never said anything to me about
the cum on my lip last Saturday after Kye met me in the restroom.

     "Was Jack one of the guys who...you know...had fun with Kye?"

     "Oh, I don't think Kye was having any fun.  And yes, Jack was there,
early on the first day.  He was the one wearing the Magnum condom.  His
tool is bigger than mine!"

     "Holy fuck!  How big?"

     "I don't like to go around telling other people's business, but it has
got to be at least twelve inches.  And thick.  It felt like I was getting
fucked by a horse that night we arrived in town.  And of course, Jack loved
it.  He loves a big cock!"

     That last comment made me focus back on Donnie and Mitch, who were
still making out.  I wondered how big Donnie was.  Maybe I'd get the chance
to find out.

     "Guys, are we going to order food, or just eat each other's faces?"
Trey asked with fake seriousness.  He aimed the comment at Mitch, but it
was Donnie who broke the kiss.  "Sorry," he stammered.

     "No need to apologize; I just want to feed my stomach before it starts
growling."  Just then, his stomach did growl.  "Oops!  Too late." Trey
added.

     "So what are we going to order?" I asked.

     "I want a big sausage; a huge sausage!" Mitch exclaimed.  "And I've
got just the buns where Donnie can put it!"

     Donnie blushed again.  When Mitch saw that, a low, guttural groan
emerged from his throat, and he dove in to start a deep, wet kiss again.

     "Hold on, hold on, Mitch.  Do we need to get a straight jacket?" Trey
said with a laugh.

     "Let's just get some food, and then get home.  I think we have some
unfinished business there," I added.

     Mitch dragged Donnie over to a chair, sat him down hard and climbed on
his lap, facing him like he had done to me earlier.  But as that had been
done for fun, to repulse the waitress, this was being done seriously.
Mitch attacked Donnie's mouth like he had orders to rearrange its contents.
I looked at Trey, and he just shrugged again.

     "Mitch gets like this," was his only explanation.

     "Let's just order some food to go.  They can always nuke theirs at
home."

     Trey and I decided upon Rueben sandwiches for all, and with my
insistence, the sauce would be on the side so that the sandwiches wouldn't
get soggy.  We decided not to get fries (they can be so nasty when warmed
up) but asked instead for chips and extra dill pickles.  Jack, in the
kitchen, was more than happy to oblige.

     When Wayne brought the food to the table, Trey gave him a big kiss and
another twenty for a tip.  We shook the other two, telling them that we
were going someplace even more comfortable.  They never let up on the kiss,
so we just grabbed each of them by an arm and walked them carefully to the
Jeep.  I considered putting on the top, but that wasn't going to keep
anyone from seeing them carrying on.

     Mitch broke the kiss and pushed Donnie onto his back in the back seat,
but not before removing his shorts.  He had gone commando, making things
easier.  Mitch skinned off his own jeans and crawled in on top of Donnie in
a sixty-nine position.

     "I thought you said this would be more comfortable..." was all Donnie
had time to say before Mitch inserted his sizeable cock into Donnie's eager
mouth.  Mitch engulfed Donnie's huge manmeat with his mouth, sinking to the
root.  That brought groans of pleasure from both men, Mitch with his throat
stuffed full of throbbing cock, and Donnie enjoying the feel of Mitch's
throat constricting his aching prick.  And he was doing his best to take
Mitch's meat into his throat, but my guess was that Mitch had considerably
more practice, so it would take Donnie some time to work up to that.

     Trey headed out for home, driving faster than he had when we had
driven in to town in the morning.  Sensing what I was thinking, he offered,
"We got to get these two horn dogs back to the house before the cops stop
us!"  He took a few less travel streets in hopes of passing less traffic.

     To pass the time, I opened the bag containing the food to check on our
order.  I trusted Jake to get it right; he always did.  Bur force of habit
made me check anyway.  There, nestled between the containers of sandwiches,
were two Magnum condoms.  Jake must have seen the goings on from the
kitchen.  I laughed out loud, and Trey looked at me with a question on his
face.  I dug out the Magnums, showed them to him, and then tossed them in
the back seat while Trey tok his turn laughing.

     "Now that's what I call full service!" Trey responded.

     "Hey, you two in the back seat," I shouted.  "Play safe, okay."  Mitch
pulled off of Donnie's cock just long enough to say, "Fuck off!"  The look
on his face didn't look like someone playing.  It looked like he was going
at it for real!

     Trey looked at me, then leaned over so that I could hear what he was
whispering.  "I've never seen him like this before.  It's a little scary.
Usually his sexual appetite is matched with fun and humor.  I don't
know..."

     "Hey, buddy, don't forget to keep your eyes on the road!"

     For the rest of the trip home, Trey and I were silent.  Good thing,
because we wouldn't have been able to hear each other over the moanings
from the back seat.  The level of intensity of the groaning was matched by
an increase in the physical action between Donnie and Mitch.  Both sucked
harder, up and down, on the shaft in their oral holes.  Both shoved their
cocks into the matching hole with greater intensity.  When Donnie increased
his speed of stroking, so did Mitch.  When Mitch sucked down harder,
creating more vacuum in his mouth, so did Donnie.

     When we were only about a mile from home, Donnie began to slap Mitch's
ass to get his attention.  Mitch ignored it, and was quickly rewarded with
an explosive load of spooge from Donnie's cock.  Mitch went into overdrive
to catch it all, swallowing all he could.  At the same time, he willed
himself to christen Donnie's mouth with his own load, and very soon it
happened.  As Mitch came, he gave one last stroke deep into Donnie's mouth,
and slid into Donnie's throat, the way greased by Mitch's own cocksnot.  I
don't think Donnie realized Mitch had finally gained that deep
perch...Donnie didn't have any clue where he was, or what he was
doing...his head was reeling from all the sensations, and all he knew at
that moment was sex: raw, unbridled, man-to-man lustful sex.  And from the
sounds he was producing from deep within, he wanted to stay there for a
while.

     Mitch was having none of that.  Donnie had finished shooting first, so
with his last shot, Mitch stood up in the Jeep as best as he could.  I
thought we were going to lose him out of the Jeep, but he'd held onto the
roll bar, and didn't lose his balance.  He quickly turned around and threw
his body down on top of Donnie's, and attacked his mouth, straining to
share whatever cum he could find there.  He attacked Donnie's mouth for
that last mile till we got home.  When Trey parked the Jeep, he jumped out
and grabbed Mitch's body, pulling him off of Donnie's body and out of the
Jeep.

     Donnie looked a mess, cum streaked all over his head and neck.  I
guess he didn't do as good of a job swallowing as Mitch had.  He also
looked a little shell-shocked, like he wasn't sure exactly what had just
taken place.

     Trey turned Mitch around to get in his face.  "Stop acting like a
god-damn animal, buddy.  Give him a chance to breathe, will ya?  Do you
realize that you two never did introduce yourselves, and you've already
fucked each other's brains out?"  Trey seemed more than a little upset by
Mitch's lack of manners.

     From the back seat of the Jeep, Donnie spoke timidly, "I'm Donnie,
Dom's friend from work.  And I liked what we just did."

     Having regained his manners, Mitch held out his hand to assist Donnie
in getting up and out of the Jeep, and added, "I'm Mitchell Dawson, and I
think I love you."  Now it was my turn to blush.  With Mitch's admission, I
felt dirty for intruding on a personal moment like this.  I turned to Trey,
and saw my feelings mirrored in his face.  It isn't easy to see an
ebony-skinned man blush, but I could today.  And I knew that trey felt as
dirty as I did.

     "Let's go into the house and eat, okay?" Trey asked.  I agreed and
picked up the bag of food before hopping out of the Jeep.  Mitch and Donnie
followed us in, with Mitch holding Donnie's hand and the two Magnums.  Trey
and I stopped at the kitchen, but Mitch led Donnie to the bedroom he shared
with Trey, and closed the door hard.

     "It's going to be a long afternoon for that young man," Trey announced
in my general direction.  "Yup, a long, hard afternoon."

...to be continued...