Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 04:27:13 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Kyle's Out-coming, Ch. 17 This is based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases experience but it is a work of pure fiction. Come to think of it, it may not always be that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you or you are otherwise not allowed by law, etc., you are invited to retreat. Otherwise ... enjoy! Cast of characters: Kyle Tragg -- That's me! Kevin -- My older brother. Ron -- my dad. Chrissy -- my mom. Mike Newberry -- New Best Friend. Tommy Newberry -- Mike's Dad. Bette Newberry -- Mike's mom. Bob Wills-- Old best friend. Jorge, Ron, -- New friends Brian, Barry -- nurses. Karston -- Kevin's Friend Leslie -- Mikes new girlfriend From Chapter 16: We went to bed, and he had time to come down a bit from his sexual high, he said, "Those things I said ... while I was flying from my orgasm ... Don't ever think I didn't mean them! You are like the brother I never had." When he was tired, his speech patterns got more frayed and his slurring sounded almost drunk. He continued, "I like to think that my brother and I would have been that close. I like to think that you and Kevin are that close. But ... that's your business. I DO love you ... like I said ... more than anything or anyone in the world." He said sleepily, and then, fell silent, his hand warning my cheek. I turned onto my back and scooted closer. I thought over and over, "for the one I love!" I turned my back to him and nestled as much as I could into his form, he seemed to be asleep, but his casted arm came carefully over my body and rested on my hip. He breathed softly in to the back of my neck, than kissed it. "G'night Sweetheart." He slurred. "Betcha you thought I didn't catch that!" I fell slowly asleep, trying to make sense of everything that happened in the past couple days. Chapter 17 I woke up short of breath. We ware lying face to face and breathing one another's morning breath. I was aware I was breathing shallow for several minutes before I was conscious enough to do anything about it. His dragon breath was toxic! I couldn't even imagine what my cummy breath from last night must be like to Mike! I turned over and heard Mike breath deeply ... apparently doing the same as I was. It wasn't light yet, and I was too sleepy to even look at the clock. I was soon back asleep and was vaguely aware of Mike reverting to the position that we fell asleep in. It felt so good, warm and ... safe in his body's embrace. I felt the sun hot on my face, and it was like I was cruising somewhere above the clouds. I was aware I was dreaming and I felt so good, I didn't want to wake up. I somehow knew that I was still in Mike's bed, and that too felt good. I shivered for a small moment. I felt my hips start to gyrate slightly, and was sure that my genitals were being fondled. I felt myself come close to consciousness but fought it. I didn't WANT to wake up from this dream! But I couldn't fight it off. As I slowly gained clarity, the first thing that I was aware of was that the feeling in my nether parts had not abated as I was woke up more. I put my hand down to rub myself, but there was something in the way ... something ... hairy! My eyes popped open. It was still dark, but it was then that I realized that Mike had gotten up somehow and he was half kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Half kneeling because his casted leg could not bend and also his other knee could not reach the floor. He was under the covers on my side slowly and gently sucking and stroking my dick with his warm moist mouth. No wonder I was having an erotic dream! I started to caress and massage his head. The sucking stopped. "Are you awake, Kye?" Mike whispered. "Yeah. What a way to wake up!" I purred. "Is it all you hoped it would be, Mikey?" "It'll be better when I know you've enjoyed it as much as I have!" He answered. And he returned to sucking and bobbing. Again he stopped. "Sorry, but I just can't do that as fast as you can ... at least at the moment." He started up again, sucking and bobbing slowly. It was the sweetest agony I ever endured. I think I must have been vibrating or something ... from the excitement and the heavenly frustration that his slow assault on me was causing. He stopped again. "This isn't working for you, is it?" He said. "I'm sorry but - " "It's working better than you know! Better than I could have imagined!" I said. Just ... please stop stopping to worry about me!" I said "Oh!" He said. "Sorry!" and he again started up his agonizing slow assault. As I again started to vibrate, he asked if I was cold. "NO! JUST KEEP GOING!" I almost yelled ... only it was just a frustrated whisper. He did as I asked and somehow got his good arm in position to jack off the lower portion as he sucked on the top. With that added stimulation, I started to breath deeply. That pushed him to somehow go even faster ... both the bobbing and the stroking. "Mikey ... it's time!" I said breathlessly. "Spit it out, Mike ... quick! I'm gonna AAaa-iiiiii-ugh! Ah! Akkkkahhh!" I was doing my best to keep my noise at a minimum. I hoped that his parents weren't awake yet! My body seemed to be tingling all over and it just went through waves and waves of sensation, each more intense than the last. I felt his mouth pull away from me and I expected the sensations to abate, but they didn't. He kept stroking with his hand and if anything they got more intense as he gripped it ever so lightly and his hand pulled the skin repeatedly past the tender edge of my glans. I felt like I needed to both pull away and push forward at the same time. Finally things started to clear. I said clear because at the end it was like I was in a cloud of light with fireworks going off. When my dick stopped spasming, my body followed suit in outward rings. The last place I felt the tingling was my toes and fingertips. I felt my softening boner growing limp in his hand's sensual embrace. Tears were pouring from my eyes when Mike's beautiful face appeared before mine. Through the watery lenses, I saw his scarred but happy face spotted and dripping with my white jizzum. He was grinning. I didn't know what he'd done with his leg and arm in casts, but I really didn't care at that moment. "Omigosh!" he said quietly, himself almost quivering from his own passion. "Omigosh, Kye-kye! That was the most wonderful experience I've ever had. I didn't even cum, Sweetheart! Did I just call you sweetheart?" He laughed. "I did! I didn't mean to but ... I definitely meant it! I still might want to marry a girl and have children, but part of the deal will have to be ... you! Too! "I HAVE to have you, Kye Kye!! That experience can't possibly be duplicated with anyone else ... can it? Is that how you feel when you do me? And ... Kye! Your jizz ... it tastes sweet! It's like ... pear juice mixed with some kind of ... of ... special sauce ... partly salty, party sweet. Mine ... to me ... is just bitter! Maybe mine tastes sweet to you!" It doesn't, but I wasn't about to tell him that at that moment! Then I felt it. His boner was still raging, throbbing as it lay trapped between our bodies. He didn't seem to notice. I asked if I could get him off again. "Just give me a hand job, Babe! And that will be enough for now. I want this to mostly be YOUR moment." We got into an awkward position of his design, so I could work around his casts jacking him off and kissing him at the same time. As he got close, he wanted to keep kissing me, so he stifled some of the energy he might have been expending, crying out. But when he came ... all over both of us and his jizz became almost like whipped cream as my hand glided over it with blinding speed, it seemed like he would never stop. When he did stop spurting his spunk, he kept breathing huge gulps of air and clinging to me close. My own breathing has returned to normal by that time. I was afraid to tell him how much I loved him. It would be taking advantage of his sexually induced ardor ... wouldn't it? After his breathing came back to somewhat normal, we covered up and were lying under the covers, both on our backs. He said, "Kyle ... why don't you tell me more often that you love me? Okay, I know that two guys don't normally do that, but ... is that really true? Maybe best friends just don't talk about everything they share ... to others. But you don't tell me ... well, as often as I tell you." "I -- I DO love you, Mike. I just -- um -- well -- it's like if I say it to you, then I'll want you to love me as much as I love you. And in the same way." "What makes you think I don't?" He almost cried. An electric shock-like feeling went through me like a bolt of lightening. I was at a loss for words. Especially after sharing that night together -- I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't want to minimize his love for me, but could he possible say the same? "I -- I -- Mike -- I want to be yours for the rest of my life ... not just `best friends' ... but more -- much more. I don't think that's what you want, so I guess I'm afraid to say it ... which would make me feel it even more and it would just set me up for a hard fall ... when you don't want that." "Okay -- okay -- I can kind of see that." He said. "I just sometimes wonder if I'll ever be a normal boy -- er -- man again. I'm afraid that when it comes down to it, no girl that I would want ... would want me ... this way. I guess I'm kind of living in the moment. When I say I love you, I mean it, Kye Kye, from the bottom of my heart. The thing is ... I guess ... is that my goals are different than yours. But really ... it hurts that you can't tell me how you feel." "Mike ... it's just ... um okay - here it goes: "When I was still in high school ... and I would lie awake at night wondering if I would ever like girls as much as I did the boys ... but of course I could never tell them ... could I? I came close to telling Bob sometimes, but even then I was afraid what he might think ... even though we actually played sex games together. I was terrified, Mike ... terrified! "Mike ... with you I feel like I have found what every man ... every woman maybe ... is looking for ... a love that fills me with such joy and such fullness ... is all I can call it ... that I can't describe it ... to you or even to myself. I wake up thinking about you and go to sleep ... thinking about you ... even when you're not with me ... maybe especially when you're not with me. I miss you at those times, and I am always afraid that someday I'll lose you." I stopped talking suddenly when I heard silent sobs. "Mike ... are you okay, Babe?" "Am I okay? You have just read my thoughts and described them back to me ... to a tee. Am I alright? SHIT, Kyle, I am absolutely crushed! I didn't WANT to feel like this ... toward you ... toward any boy ... any man! And boy ... you ARE a man! I am so scared that I'll never have a chance at a family. It's what I have thought about since 9th grade. I used to walk beside my then girlfriend, Darlene Lewis was her name, and said we should not hold hands ... like the other kids did. I wanted to feel like we were married and ... believe it or not ... I believed that married people didn't do that ... only kids ... because my mom and dad didn't hold hands in public. But I was pretending at 14 to BE married and it wasn't that I loved Darlene so much ... it was that I wanted so much to have kids ... even at that young age! And now ... these feelings I am having for you ... I don't WANT them ... but I can't help them. They Are just as you described. I think about you day and night. Going to sleep with you in my arms ... GOD, Kye, I can't wait to get these casts off so I can feel you with all of me! "And ... of course that scares the hell out of me. Can you understand that? I love you too much, Kye! Too much. And I don't know what to do about it!" By this time I too was crying. I could only say to him, "Mikey ... have you talked to your parents about it?" "Hell no!" He said emphatically. "Don't you think that more than anyone in the world ... they will understand? Your mom obviously loves your dad ... even though she knows he is more attracted to ... well ... even me than to her!" "She KNOWS that?" He said. "Well, I don't actually know that, but she knows HE is gay and she accepts it and they still have fun in bed." "How do you know all this?" "Two reasons: I heard them having fun and ... I talked to your pop. Mike ... they KNOW that you are struggling with this. I also heard them discussing that ... when they thought I was asleep. I shouldn't have been eavesdropping, but I couldn't NOT listen. Your dad left my door open and they discussed it in the living room. Your dad apologized to ME for that, by the way. But the bottom line is that you CAN ask them for their advice. Who else loves you ... and understands you ... like they do?" Mike looked at me for a long moment. New tears came to his eyes. "Well, obviously ... you do, Sweetheart! And that time I said it on purpose, Kye! I love you even more now than I did ten minutes ago. What the hell do I do with this now?" "Trust me ... and trust your parents." "But ... but ... what if my dad wants you? THAT terrifies me!" "He has already told me that he is not sure of his feelings. He likes me, but ... we've never ... well, you know ... done as much as you and I have even. Tommy would not let his feelings for me ... whatever they are ... get in the way of his love for you. Both your parents live and breathe their love for their son!" "I'm afraid, Kye. Not much scares me but this does." "Sometimes you just have to bite the damned stick and bear the pain ... and the fear." I said. "Will you ... will you ... CAN you ... be with me when I talk to them?" "I'm not sure they will talk plainly if I am there." "<> I know you're right. Maybe tomorrow night after the game ... or is it Saturday night? Yes ... Saturday night after your brother's game and ... oh! What about your new ... um friend ... Karston? Don't you still want to ... um ... are you interested in him?" "Not if YOU are interested in ... I mean not if I have a chance with you!" I said searching his eyes for anything that would tell me what I wanted to see. "I don't WANT you to wait for that." Said Mike. At my sudden drop in face ... he said, "No! I mean ... I can't ASK you to - " "After all I have said ... do you think I'd be in the least interested in him ... your dad ... Jorge ... or anyone ... until I know ... that you do or don't want me?" "I DO want you! I DO! But ... " He said, and his voice trailed off ... maybe to wherever his eyes went to. He was no longer looking into mine. KNOCK KNOCK "Did I hear you two talking?" Said Tommy in a stage whisper outside our door. "We're awake, Dad." Said Mike, almost sounding relieved. "Come in!" "It's locked." I hopped up and unlocked the door, then noticed what a mess I was ... all cummy and naked. I jumped back under the covers with Mike. Tommy came in and looked at us ... with maybe a slight smirk. "Your mother would like to go to the game with us Saturday night. Do you have any problem with that?" "Dad ... are you and Mom just staying together because of me?" Mike asked seriously. "We ... um ... well, we thought we were. Now we're not so sure. We're finding something new ... in our relationship ... that we didn't know existed." "Whattaya mean?" "In putting up a solid front for you ... well ... we have found something that we never knew existed ... right now it's kind of ... well, heh ... physical ... but it's more than we've ever had before. We both think we might want to be together when you bring your kids over to see us ... to play with grandpa and grandma!" I am not sure if Tommy saw the instant drop in Mikes eyes ... a momentary panic that he recovered from almost immediately. Maybe only I saw it. But what I saw sent a chill completely through me. There was a renewed hope ... I could see it ... if his parents could do this ... if his dad could ... maybe HE could! That's what I perceived in a split second, as his face went from panic to realization to hope. I wanted the best for my friend ... or was he my lover? But what IS the best? Notes: Short chapter ... sorry. The rest may be like that with my new circumstances But I will try to keep a steady string going and continue this to the end in a timely manner. Comments are always welcome to Steve at stevethomas@hotmail.com. Thanks and love ... Steve