Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:16:57 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Kyle's Out-Coming, Ch. 8 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 -- Old best friend. Jorge -- New friend. From Chapter 7: Mike flipped out his phone and pressed send twice, which told me that his dad was the last one he talked to. I felt I was close to my dad, but I don't think it's as close as Mike is to his dad. "Hey. Yeah. Yeah -- um -- we need to talk. Yeah -- about you and Kyle! Dad -- yeah. Right now would not be too soon. Yup! I DO. I -- think I can. Let me come over -- okay? Okay. Bye!" "I'm going over to his place now. I didn't tell him I was with you. I'll have to get him away from Jorge. I don't want to screw you up with him if -- if ... Dad isn't ... isn't ... okay with it. See you later, Kye! Love you!" he hugged me closely. "I love you too, Mike. More now that ever!" He kissed my cheek. I went to kiss his cheek and he turned so I got his mouth. He grabbed and pulled me close and it was more than a peck to be sure! "Hee hee! I hope someday that a girl can kiss me like that!" He giggled. (Damn, I like that giggle!) Who am I falling for? My feelings are so ... mixed up! Am I falling for Tommy ... or is it the "Mike" that I see in Tommy that I love? Did I just say love? Well, maybe I can at least admit it to myself! Now the question is ... Am I falling in love with Tommy? Chapter 8 "Look, I gotta go to my dad right away. I know he is worried about what I think ... because I know I'd be worried in the same circumstance!" I giggled. "Do you know how gay that sounds?" "I KNOW! You must be rubbing off on me! I should be VERY SCARED!" "You SHOULD be!" I joked. "But somehow, I'm not, Kye." He said, suddenly serious. "I'm not sure what all of this means, but I do know I'm not in the least sexually attracted to you. Sorry if that hurts - " "It doesn't hurt anything, Mike. It's cool having a bud that I know won't be gone someday because we ... broke up!" "Okay, I really do have to fly. For what it's worth ... I really meant what I did a moment ago. Just don't obsess over it." "What?" I said. "This!" He said and again kissed me on the lips. He pulled away slightly and looked bemused, then ran toward his car. We were standing at my car, so I hopped in and drove away. We had just gotten out of Chem lab, so it was still early. I went home and hit the books. I kept waffling back and forth from my night with Tommy and ... Mike's kisses. What could he mean, "I really meant what I did ... ". and now I was doing exactly what he told me not to do. I WAS obsessing over it. On one hand Tommy was fascinating to me ... and so damned handsome. And of course Mike was mostly a carbon copy of his dad. I wondered if Tommy had said anything to Jorge. NO! He wouldn't. We didn't make any promises. On the contrary: Tommy as much as told me that he didn't want to play unless I was at least serious about it. As I was thinking about this my cell phone buzzed. I looked and it was Jorge's number. Shit! What can I say to him? He's a sweet guy, but ... It stopped buzzing. The time said 9:42. My heart was pounding. I should call back. I pressed call back. "Hello -- Kyle?!" said the voice ... and it wasn't Jorge! "Um .. yeah ... um ... Tommy?" "Oh, yes, my phone's charging. I'm using Jorge's phone! Listen, Mike called earlier and said he was coming over. Have you seen him?" "What?!" I exclaimed. "You mean he's not with you?" "Did he ... I mean ... no, he never ... Kyle, I don't mind telling you. Mike's a responsible kid, but I'm worried about him." It flashed through my head that his dad didn't know he was with me when he talked to him, but ... this is too serious to quibble about that. "Tommy, the last time I saw him was in the parking lot at the college. I saw him run to his car and he was coming directly to your place." "What time was that?" "About 5:20. It was right after our chem. lab. We talked for a few minutes and - " "SHIT! Kyle -- he never made it!" A deep pain formed in the pit of my gut and spread out to my back. "Tommy -- I'll be right - " "Wait! Let me call Bette. I hate to worry her, but this is too - " He choked up "Um -- um -- I'll call you back!" "I'm on my way!" I said before he clicked off. "What's wrong, Kyle?" Said my mom. "We could hear you yelling from the front room." I grabbed my jacket and sloughed on my shoes. "I gotta go. Mike's in trouble!" I ran into the front room. When my dad saw my wild eyes, he said, "Let me go with you, Kye. You're obviously upset." We went in his car. I told him to go toward Compton and Lakewood Boulevards, then broke down myself. "Kye -- you really love Mike, don't you?!" "Of course I do!" I said. "But -- I thought -- he -- I mean -- he's not -- gay -- is he?" "FUCK, Dad! It's not ABOUT that!" "Calm down Kye. Whatever's wrong, you won't be any help if you are this upset." "You're right ... you're right. Sorry, Dad." I said hyperventilating. "Tell me what happened, Kyle." "That's the problem ... we don't KNOW what happened!" I said getting more riled again. "Tell me what you DO know." Said my dad calmly. I explained what happened in the afternoon -- without revealing anything about Tommy and me. I wasn't quite ready to discuss that with my dad. When we got closer to Jorge's and Tommy's apartment, I directed him to get there. Tommy was outside and had just put a cell phone in his pocket. When I got out of the car, he ran to me and threw his arms around me. I noticed a surprised look on my dad's face. "Omigod, Kyle! I'm so glad you got here. Did you turn off your phone or something. I tried to call you back!" I patted my pants. "Shit! I ran out so fast I left it at home. Oh! Tommy, this is my dad. Dad, this is Mike's pop." They shook hands, then Tommy said. "I talked to Bette, (that's Mikes mom.)" He said to Dad. "She's in the hospital. Mike's car had Onstar. When the accident happened they immediately sent help. Mike was found on the ground -- beat up -- let me tell you it had to take several guys to get Mike down! He - " Tommy started to cry. "Get in!" Said my dad. I'll drive you to the ... um ... which hospital is he in?" "The Kaiser Hospital on Rosecrans." "Hop in -- um -- Tommy, is it?" Tommy and I got back into my dad's car, and he drove us the few blocks to the hospital. Tommy said Mike was in emergency. When we got in there, Bette was looking grim. "They've taken him up to surgery. They did an MRI and found blood in this brain cavity. "Oh, Tommy! He looked so - " and then it was her turn to break down ... and from the looks of her, it wasn't the first time. We sat. Tommy held his wife close. No one could tell that I was ashamed of the jealousy I was feeling about this. We learned that Mike was unconscious when the EMT's got there, and had not gained consciousness since. The police were already gone, but they pieced together that he had crashed into the light pole at high speed. There were skid marks behind his. The police said he was probably being chased, and hit the pole trying to elude someone else. But the injuries to Mike weren't from the accident. He had been beaten half to death by someone -- or as Tommy had said -- probably several some ones. The paramedics said some guys were running off when he pulled up to the accident. He got the license number of the car they hopped into. A nurse reported that Mike was unconscious but stable. She said the doctors were going to insert a needle to relieve the pressure of the bleeding in his brain cavity, but no invasive surgery was planned for the moment. A doctor followed her immediately to tell us his blood coagulation was good and the bleeding probably had stopped, but he had ordered another MRI to make sure. We waited ... And waited. At 2:30 AM another nurse came. "Mr. and Mrs. Newberry, your son is conscious. Would you like to talk to him? He's pretty groggy." I WANT TO TALK TO HIM! Tommy and Bette followed the nurse out into a door. It seemed to close with such finality. "Dad, you better get home." I said. "Don't you have to work in the morning?" "Are you going to be okay?" "Yeah. As a matter of fact, let me go with you. I'll drive my car back." I told the emergency clerk that I'd be right back in case anyone needed me. Dad drove and I zoned. "I didn't realize that you were so close with Mike's family." Said dad. "Huh?" "The hug that his dad gave you just ... surprised me." "Oh ... yeah. Um -- yeah -- um -- we -- I mean I guess we were just worried about Mike ... you know~?" "Uh-huh. Didn't Mike tell us that his parents were divorced?" "Yeah -- er -- no! Not yet. They are separated for now." "Wow. What would make a couple just decide to split after so many years? I mean - " "Maybe they stayed together for Mike's benefit!" I said almost snappishly. "Mmm -- maybe. They surely didn't look like a recently separated couple in there. They looked pretty into each other." "I noticed!" I said more disgustedly than I wished. "Why does that bother you so much, Kyle?" "DAD! SHIT! What's with all this interrogation!?" "I'm sorry, Son. I just - " "Dad, I'm -- um -- sorry too." I said, feeling defeated. "I'm just tired and sad and ... worried about my friend." "I know, Kyle, I know." We pulled into the driveway of our house. "Kye, I'm sorry I pestered you on the way home. I should have just let you sleep." I started to get out of the car. "Just take my car, Sweetheart." Said my dad. I can't remembered the last time he called me that. "It's all warmed up. Gimme your keys though." "They're on my dresser -- OH! I want to get my phone! It's there too!" I again started to get out. "Just wait there, Kye -- I'll get them for you." Dad came back looking more animated than when he left. "Kyle -- the police were here. They caught up with the guy whose car's license the EMT got. Apparently he was pretty drunk when they found him. He was almost bragging to the police that he and his friends had killed a fag." "What?" I said all of a sudden both alarmed and paranoid. "Why -- why -- what led them to our -- our -- house?" "Apparently the guy knew who you are. What would have set them off like that?" I started to shake all over. I was exhausted and my best friend was in critical condition, and now to find out it was probably MY fault! I told Dad what happened in the parking lot ... how Mike had kissed me ... twice ... on the lips. "Didn't you tell me that Mike isn't ... that way?" Said Dad. "THAT WAY -- as you say -- is how your son is DAD!" I cried. "But Mike's not gay! Dammit, Mikes not gay! Neither is Bob! And neither is Kevin! We just sometimes like to - " SHIT! What am I saying! "Wha-aat?" Said dad. "We just sometimes like to play around ... sometimes ... you know ... sometimes as friends?" "Yeah -- and apparently as brothers?" said my dad ... probably not nearly as accusatory as I heard it. I immediately remembered his hearing Kevin and I "massaging" each other. When I raised my eyes to Dads, he seemed to be almost smiling. A sad smile if anything. He shook his head slowly and said, "Boys play differently than when I was your age." He let that settle a moment, then said, "Problem is, there probably will always be guys out there like this jerk who thinks he killed a fag! Maybe you need to be more careful." He looked at me sadly and said, "You better get back to your ... your friend, Kye. He might need you." When I got back to the hospital, two guys in dark suits were there in the emergency room, talking to Tommy. "Kyle!" said Tommy. He motioned me over. "Where's Bette?" "Up with Mike. These gentlemen want to ask you some questions." He said, then went back to Mike's room. "I'm Inspector Warden and this is my partner, Jim Effingham." We shook hands after showing me his badge. "Do you know who these people are?" I looked at several pictures. I stopped at one. "This guy's in my chem. Lab." "He confessed to beating up your friend, abetted by the others there. Do you know any reason he'd want to do that?" I sat down hard in the chair that was behind me and sighed deeply. "Yes." I told them the story, getting more and more animated and then emotional as I told what went on that afternoon. "It's MY fault! He was just trying to -- to - " "It's NOT your fault, Mr. Tragg!" said Inspector Warden. "No one has any right to attack another person like that. Certainly it is felonious for several to attack one unarmed individual, because of some supposed act. Obviously they misread what was going on, but that's no reason for that kind of reaction ... in any case! These boys are going away -- they are all over 18! The ring leader is 21! "And you didn't hear this from me, Son, but this probably is not the first time. There are at least a couple of similar cases that were actual homicides ... and this drunken kid slipped and said that this was not the only queer they cleansed the streets of. Those were his words." "But why ... why Mike? He's such a jock! Why not me?" I asked, thinking if anyone was gay ... it was not Mike -- it was me! "That was their M.O. The others were jocks! This is the first that we knew of that was gay!" "Mike's not gay!" I exclaimed. "Well, those guys thought he was! Thank you for your candor, Mr. Tragg. I hope your ... erm ... friend ... is okay. Good night ... or maybe I should say, good morning!" As the cop walked out the door, it occurred to me ... he still thought that Mike was my boyfriend! I guess we have to be more careful. Not everyone is enlightened -- even in California! I sat down, feeling almost numb. "Kyle," Said Tommy, waking me from a sleep I didn't even realize I'd fallen in to. "Wha -- wha -- huh?" I said, mostly disoriented. "Kyle, you may as well go home. Don't you have classes today? They felt safe in giving Mike something to dull his pain ... and he's soundly asleep." "Oh -- oh -- um -- Geez!" I was really asleep! "Um -- can't -- can't I -- um -- go and sit with him for awhile?" "His mother and I have been doing that -- so he isn't alone when he wakes up. If you're not worried about your classes, maybe you can spell us for awhile so we can grab a bite to eat. The cafeteria is closed, but Denny's is always open. Have you eaten anything?" "Not hungry." I said, standing. We were the only ones in the intensive care waiting room. "You really love my son, don't you, Kyle." I stepped closer to Tommy. "Yes. I -- think -- I love you too. It's confusing to my mind ... you two are so much alike in so many ways." Tommy took me in his arms and we cried together ... and it seemed like I felt relief for the first time that night. I felt his body relax into mine, so I know he was feeling the same. With my eyes closed, he even smelled like Mike! He led me to Mike's room. Tommy and his "obviously-not-as-estranged-as-I-thought" wife left Mike in my care and went to breakfast. "Ohhhh -- (groan!) ... hurts!" he whimpered. Mike's moaning Woke me up. I sprang to my feet and stood over him. He looked at me pathetically. I saw the call button and pushed it. Almost immediately the night nurse appeared. He looked to be about his mid twenties ... about the same look as Tommy. "Is our boy hurting?" He said, seeing me hovering over Mike. I turned, tears running down. I am not one of those guys who won't cry, but the event as well as my exhaustion were taking their toll. "Do you need something to relax you, Dude?" Said the nurse. "I can give you some OTC pills." "Thanks, but no. I was sleeping when his groans woke me up." "Well, I'll get him another shot of hydrocodone. Are you his boyfriend?" "Mike's not gay." "Oh! I'm sorry! I heard -- well, obviously I heard wrong! Sorry! Please don't -- um -- CRAP! Sometimes I let my mouth go off!" I looked at his badge. "Don't sweat it, Brian." I said. "I AM gay. And you probably heard right ... at least part way. Mike is my best friend. And he DID kiss me before I drove off from the parking lot." He left and came back with a syringe and shot for Mike. He injected it in his drip. "Why? He said. "Why would anyone do this to someone else?" "I guess some guys feel threatened by us." I said, humorlessly. "Yeah ... um ... me too by the way ... gay. I wonder what the threat is?" Then he added, "I guess all they see of us are those out demonstrating ... or gay pride parades." He seemed to get more agitated as he spoke, now that he knew I was gay. "They don't know that most of us are not all that different from themselves ... just wanting to quietly live our lives -- and be left alone!" "We don't make very interesting news, I guess." I said. "Do you HAVE a boyfriend?" "N -- no. Not exactly." I said. "You?" "My partner is a doctor in residence here." "Are you married?" "Married? We're as married as any couple." "I mean ... were you with him when it was still legal for gays to get married?" "No. We have all the rights of any married couple ... except maybe not as much right to sue the pants off each other in case we break up. The lawyers can't make quite as much from us as a married couple. THEY're the ones who REALLY make out if gay marriage is made legal." "So your partner and you both work here, huh?" "They have him in labor and delivery. We never see each other at work. And his schedule is insane. Like a fireman's." "Can I ask you something?" I asked "Sure." "How long did it take you to become a nurse?" "I was in a 3-year program to get my R.N., but I'm still going to school to get my degree." "How old are you ... if you don't mind me asking? Right now, at 18, it seems like an eternity of more schooling to get anything worthwhile." "Heh! It goes pretty fast. I'm 23." "Oooohh! That's not so bad!" "Hrmph." He smiled. "You thought I looked older?" "NO!" I exclaimed. "I mean -- no -- I just figured anyone in your position had to be at least -- um -- 25 or so. And your partner MUST be a little older -- right?" He smiled again. "My partner got a late start. We've been together for two years. He's 41." He seemed to study my reaction -- which wasn't much. "Well, at least that didn't produce much of a reaction. A lot of people -- especially young dudes -- go `EW!' when I tell them that." "That seems kind of rude!" I said. "I guess it takes all kinds. I see hot guys my age ... or younger," he said checking out my whole body, "and they look good to me, but when I try to think of them in ... THAT ... way, it's ME who says, `EW!' I just like older guys. Well, an older guy right now! So -- what do you like?" "I have a couple of friends I like to play with - " "Play with?" "You know -- nothing serious yet. But they are about my age. But I also like two older guys -- 34 and 42." "Dude!" "What?" "Heh! Now I understand a little more why other guys react like they do when I tell then Drew is 41. You're only 18! You date someone who's 42? Now THAT took ME by surprise." "But you maybe understand -- where I'm coming from." "Oh, I DO ... for sure ... but it still hit me harder than I expected." "Well, the one I like the best is 34." "Does anyone else know that you ... that you like him?" "Dad!" Said Mike. "What?" Both Brian and I said, turning toward Mike together." "No dude, your dad isn't - " started Brian. "No -- it's my dad that Kye likes." "You don't seem too put off by that." Said Brian. "It was my idea!" Said Mike. He tried to smile. "OOohh! That hurts!" "Yeah, ix-nay on the ile-smay for now, Dude!" "Hungry! Am I allowed to eat anything?" "You'd probably just chuck it. I may be able to get some broth from the cupboard." Said Brian. "I'd like to try anything. I threw up whatever was left of my lunch when that guy kicked my gut. Kye, I love you bud, but -- I think I'll be a little more careful where I kiss you, huh?" "Yeah, might be good to stick to the cheek!" I said. "Oh! I meant ... maybe not in public. Did they catch those guys?" "Yeah. Dude was in our Chem lab." "I KNOW! He looked pretty dismayed when he saw it was me!" "Well, they caught him ... and all the rest, I think. They got the driver of the car first. He was pretty wasted when they found him. He actually bragged to the cop that they killed you." "What? He said that to a cop?" "I told you he was drunk. He easily gave up the names of the other three guys." "He thought he had killed me? Whew! Well, they probably would have if ONSTAR had not notified the EMT's immediately that something was wrong. They split when the ambulance pulled up." "You said our class dude looked sorry?" "Well, yeah. But if it hadn't have been someone he knew, I doubt he'd have cared. He'd make a good hit man, huh? As long as he doesn't know `em!" "The cop told me that this probably wasn't the first time for these guys. They're checking other cases -- homicides -- because the drunk dude told then they killed `another' fag. He actually said `we', so they figure these same guys were involved in some other foul play Anyway, the cop doesn't think any of them will see the sun as a free man any time soon." "Stupid damned prejudice! Stupid damned jerks!" "From what I've heard, they'll soon also see what it feels like to be some big guy's bitch." Said Brian. "OOO! That must nasty, Dude! I'm getting pretty tired. I guess I can wait for the broth. Was that shot all you could give me for this pain right now?" "Are you in pain now, Mike?" I said, newly concerned. "Oh yeah, Kye-Kye. It never goes away. Mostly in my head -- where I can't scratch it!" He said and tried to smile again. "OHHhh! Gotta stop THAT!" He closed his eyes. "I'll talk to you later Kye!" and he seemed to immediately escape into sleep. "Let me know if you need anything, Kyle." Said Brian. "Nice to meet you!" He left the room and not 2 minutes later Tommy and Bette were back. "How is he?" Said Tommy. "Anything we should know?" "He's still in a lot of pain, but he just had a pretty lively conversation with Brian and me, and - " "Who's Brian?" "The nurse. But talking with him, I think he's gonna be okay. His head hurts a lot, but it would, wouldn't it?" "They broke his nose and a cheek bone. That's why you can't see much of his face." Said Tommy. "They got some ribs too." Said Brian returning. "Are you Mr. and Mrs. Newberry?" "Yes. And you are Brian?" "My fame has gone before me!" He smiled. "Kyle thinks he's gonna be okay -- because you guys had a good conversation with him. Is that what you think?" "I think ... well, I'm not a doctor, and shouldn't be making prognosis statements, but ... let's just say, I think there might be room for optimism." "I'm gonna be fine!" Said Mike, again groaning as his pain woke him. "I just gotta get through this pain! He half chuckled, half grimaced as he said "Gah! But right now it feels like there's no escape from it! I'm so glad there's `room for optimism'!" He must feel a little better, spouting sarcasm so easily!" Said Tommy. Bette stepped quickly to him and stroked his head. "Um -- that hurts too, Mom!" He said with that same attempt at sarcastic humor. "Oh my poor baby! I can't even find a place to touch or stroke to make you feel better!" "There might be a place, but ... you may not want to stroke me there!" He said and almost laughed, before he groaned from the pain of the smile. "Oh Michael! You MUST be feeling better if you can be vulgar to your mother!" she scolded wryly. Everyone laughed and again Mike groaned, "Ohhhh! Don't make me laugh!" "So! Our boy is feeling better!" Said the doctor stepping into the room. Mike answered, "I think `our boy', now that he can FEEL at all, is feeling considerably worse!" "Well, now that you're past the critical stage, I can feel more confident prescribing more pain meds ... and if that isn't enough, maybe something stronger. I think you'll be fine now. You can pretty much let me know what you want for pain. If you want to stay lucid and communicate ... maybe you'll want to put up with some pain. If you don't mind feeling groggy and drugged, I can order up some morphine." "Doc, I heard about someone who just had to push a button and deliver his own pain stuff. Can I have that?" "How old are you, Mike ... 18, as I recall." "Almost 19." "I can do that. The delivery mechanism won't allow you to administer any amount which would be dangerous. Do you want that?" "I think so! but right now ... can I have a quick dose of that stuff Brian gave me earlier?" The doctor nodded at Brian. Brian left the room. "Five cc's in solution okay, Doctor?" "Yes. That also may make you more talkative, Mike." "So you think Mike is out of danger, Doctor?" "I think there's sufficient room for optimism!" "Is that what ALL you medical professional are saying these days?" Said Mike. "No! Please! No one laugh!" said Mike, with a grimacing smile testing his lips. "Doctor, both my husband and I should be getting to work. I just wanted to be sure that he will be okay here without us." Said Bette. "You do whatever the doctor and nurses tell you, Mister!" said Tommy. "And hopefully in a couple days, we can bring you home." "Bring me home? Are you ... are you ... back home ... now?" "Your mom and I decided to try it a little longer." "Oh." Said Mike, his eyes flitting toward me. I tried not to show my selfish disappointment. "We'll be back here this evening, son. I love you!" said Tommy. I thought he seemed to look longingly at me. "Do you need anything?" His mom asked. "Not really. Thanks. Bye Mom. Love you!" After they left the only ones remaining in the room were myself and Brian. But ... Brian was not in Mike's view. Obviously Mike thought we were alone. "Well, that's a surprise -- I mean that Dad decided to move back in. So much for ... oh well!" I nervously looked over at Brian, who was quietly fiddling with a monitor. Mike continued. "Um -- my mom -- um -- couldn't do what I really wanted ... earlier. Do you suppose you could -- um -- I mean would you want to -- um -- help your bud out ... in that way?" I again glanced over at Brian, but still Mike didn't get it. "I mean -- you know -- I can't jack myself off ... you know, Kye? It's not -- um -- that important, but -- it'd feel good." "Um -- maybe I should leave." Said Brian, edging toward the door. "Oh shit! I thought we were alone!" said Mike. And he grinned in spite of the pain. "Oh God! That is so embarrassing!" "I'll just close the door on my way out." Said Brian, backing out. I turned the overhead light off. "Fuck!" Said Mike. I gotta be more careful! I guess that's how I got in to this mess!" I just stood there with my mouth open. "Close your mouth ... your starting to turn me on!" He said mockingly. "You really want me to whack you off?" I asked. "Only if you want to." He said. "You have to ask?" I said. "I'd do anything for you, Mike!" "Stop trying to make me cry and just do it!" He said, glassy eyed. I slipped my hand under his cover and found the target. I started to stroke it, and immediately it sprang to life. Mike closed his eyes and opened his moth slightly. Even with all the bandages across his face and nose, his mouth seemed to be inviting me. But I didn't want to risk hurting him, so I just kept up a gentle stroking. "Go a little faster, Kye -- please?" He said opening his eyes and as I picked up some speed, he kept his eyes glued to my own. He moaned a little but I could tell it was a good moan. He slowly blinked, but again drilled me with those gorgeous eyes. Then he started to breath faster. "Go faster!" He said, closing his eyes. He started to breath heavily and vocally in a few seconds said, "It's coming -- it's coming!" Without thinking I quickly dove under the cover with my head and slurped it in and bobbed him to completion. When he was finished, I sucked for another minute or two, until it became soft in my mouth. "Kye?" I took my head out from his covers and looked at him. He breathed deep and said, "Kye -- I missed your kiss!" "Me too, Mike -- me too. I didn't want to hurt you. And it's kinda hard to be in two places at once." "That's true. Maybe -- maybe -- you can just kiss me carefully. I'd really like that!" "You sure like to kiss ... for a straight guy!" I said, finding the perfect angle so as not to engage his broken nose or cheek and kissed him gently. "Yeah, weird isn't it?" He said. "whew!" He whistled softly. "That tasted good! My stuff mixed with your own great taste! Thanks Kye! You can't know what that meant to me!" "Unless of course I could!" I said, smiling. "I wonder if I'll ever find a girl who can kiss like you!" "I wonder if you could ever find a girl who loves you ... like I do at this moment!" I thought to myself. "I love you too, you know!" He said. "Wha -- did I say that aloud?" I exclaimed. "You didn't say anything. I read it in your eyes -- in everything you have done for me. I hope I can in some way show you what you mean to me." Notes: But ... Mike's ... straight ... right? And what about Tommy ... now ... and Jorge? Comments welcome ... to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love ... ALWAYS love! Steve