Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 16:39:27 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle #6

Marcus and Kyle
By Christian Mitchell
Copyright 2004.  All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Six

    The rest of the day progressed as usual.  Kyle and I didn't talk much
about the events of the day.  We only had two classes together so there also
wasn't much of an opportunity for us to discuss anything.  It wasn't until after
last period that he and I were able to meet at his locker and chat.

    "Well, I guess I need to talk to Ashley now," he sighed.  "Get it over
and done with.  If I don't, then only God knows who will hear something and
start telling others.  And if that happened I wouldn't be surprised that my
parents were on to us before I even had the chance to tell them myself."

    "It seems like everyone is telling us that they already know," I said.
"Hell, before we even knew it ourselves!"

    Kyle agreed.  "It's strange."

    "You're right, though.  We need to start telling people before we hear
from someone else.  And you know how pissed off Tyler would be about that."

    He nodded and smiled.  "Do you think any of the guys are going to be
shocked and upset with us?"

    "Probably," I replied.  "Shocked… yes.  Upset… I don't know.  I don't
think anyone is homophobic.  I mean we all hang out with Roger, Sam and Tiffany
from time to time.  No one has seemed to have a problem with their sexuality."

    "Yeah, I guess you're right."  He glanced at the faces passing in the
hall.  "I'm gonna find Ashley now."

    "Alright.  Good luck," I smiled.

    "Thanks," he smirked.  "I'll call you later, okay?  Maybe we can get
together for dinner or something."

    "Sure," I replied.  "I'll talk to you in a few hours then."


    When I got home I immediately went upstairs to my room and threw myself
on the bed.  I had the overwhelming desire to take a nap.  I didn't want to
talk or think about anything at that particular moment.  I needed a break from
all the drama.  Yet, as I tried to will myself to sleep, my mind was in
overdrive.

    The thought that haunted me the most was one of my sexuality.  I seemed
so eager to accept Kyle's advances the night of my birthday party.  Initially,
I was stunned to learn that he had feelings for me, but any reservations I may
have had quickly disappeared.  And that is what intrigued me the most about
the entire situation.

    It wasn't the fact that Kyle and I had sex that kept me in a constant
struggle with my thoughts.  My conversations with my parents did not register as
any sort of trauma.  It was my swift acceptance of allowing myself to be in
love with my best friend and forging a romantic relationship with him that
preoccupied me.  The true nature of my confusion and fear was my self.  I had not
yet come to terms with the idea that, for an undetermined amount of time, I was
going to be living my life as a homosexual.  With time, perhaps I would soon
truly identify as bi-sexual.  This or that, I had made the decision to be in a
relationship with a man.  And that was something I honestly never thought
about prior to Saturday night.

    Because Kyle and I had been best friends for so long, was it silly of me
to think that maybe he was the love of my life?

    If our relationship failed how would that affect our friendship?

    If then, would I wish to continue dating men or return to the soft touch
of women?

    What scared me the most was the fear that perhaps I really hadn't
thoroughly thought about it all.  What if I ultimately decided that I actually didn't
want to be in a serious and committed relationship with a man?  Would I break
Kyle's heart?

    All these questions were interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door.  Then
I heard Kyle's voice.  "It's me."

    "Yeah," I called out.

    He walked in and quickly climbed in bed with me.  With his strong arms
wrapped tightly around my body Kyle spooned me from behind.  He planted soft
kisses on the back of my neck then rested his forehead against the back of my
head.

    "Something wrong?" I asked.

    "No," he answered.  "I just wanted to be with you."

    I hugged his arms closer to my body and closed my eyes.  "Did you talk to
Ashley?"

    "Yeah.  She's fine.  Well, she's not, but you know what I mean.  She's
still not happy about me breaking up with her the way that I did.  She thinks I
should have been honest with her from the start.  And I probably should have,
but I was scared.  I mean, I was trying to make sense of what I was feeling
for you."

    "I understand," I said.  "It's been fairly easy for us to adjust.  We
can't expect that of everyone we know."

    Kyle whispered," yeah."

    It didn't seem like we needed to speak.  We seemed to be very comfortable
holding each other in complete silence.

    I could feel Kyle's breath on my neck each time he exhaled.  I could tell
he was about to fall asleep.  And I felt completely safe and loved in his
arms.


    I awoke about twenty minutes later.  I turned over so that Kyle and I
were face to face.  He slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me looking
at him.

    "I don't want this to be a mistake," I said.

    "What do you mean?"

    "I love you.  I want to be with you.  But, for whatever reason, if this
relationship doesn't work out… I don't want us to think of it as a mistake.  I
don't want to have any regrets."

    "It's not a mistake.  And I would never think that of us or you."

    "My parents are very important to me.  My sister, too.  And, of course,
you.  The four of you are the most important people in my life.  I don't want
to lose that… ever.  If our relationship lasts two years or only two months… I
want you to be a part of my life forever."

    "I won't go anywhere," Kyle smiled.  "You're part of the oxygen that I
need.  I need oxygen in order to survive, right?  I will need you until the day
I take my last breath."

    There was something very sincere and sweet in Kyle's voice. I could sense
that my face was becoming warm and my eyes were about to become watery.  It's
that feeling one has when you know that tears are about to form.  The slow
process of feeling each step of development taking place.  Often tears would
normally just spring forth except on those rare occasions when you believed that
you were in control of the process.  And at that moment I knew that I could
simply allow my eyes to become watery or surrender and let the tears flow.

    "That's a very sweet thing to say," I replied as a single tear rolled out
of the corner of my eye.

    Kyle smiled and grabbed my hand, holding it against his chest.

    "Okay, I have a serious question," I said.

    "Go ahead."

    "Now that we're going into this head on, do you think that you are gay
and our relationship is somehow going to allow you to realize that?"

    Kyle thought about the question then replied," maybe I am gay.  But I'm
not thinking about the future without you.  I'm only thinking about you.  About
us.  There may be a time in the future when I feel the need to come out of
the closet.  For me, this isn't about being gay or not.  This is about you and
me.  This is about being with the person that I love."

    "I'm on the same page as you," I responded.  "I think that there's still
some fear to identify myself as gay.  But, I think, that might all change
once all of our friends and family know about us.  Because then our relationship
will be out in the open and I really won't have to worry about people finding
out or what they think."

    "Marcus, it might seem like I'm avoiding the gay issue.  In a way, I
suppose I am.  But I'm not.  I'm just trying to take this a step at a time.  I
guess I'm being cautious."

    "Me, too," I smiled.  "I'm just waiting to see if our relationship will
swear me off women forever."

    Kyle leaned closer to me and kissed me on the lips before he started to
kiss and suck on my neck.  He placed his hands under my shirt and caressed my
chest.  He moved closer to me and positioned himself almost on top of me.

    I ran my hands across his back and lifted his shirt from behind to take
it off.  He sat up on his knees and started to remove my shirt.  Then he
unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor.  As he removed
his shoes and socks I pushed my underwear off and let them fall to the floor.

    My cock was already semi-erect.  Kyle tugged on it a few times then he
leaned over and placed it in his mouth.  He began to bob his head and my dick
quickly became hard.  I placed my hands on his head and followed the motion as
he moved up and down on my shaft.  I started to moan and breathe more heavily
as the sucking continued.

    Kyle pulled himself away from my cock and sat up on his knees again.  I
reached up and started to take his jeans off.  He got off the bed and stepped
out of them then returned to lying on top of me.  I spread my legs and bent
them at the knee as Kyle and I kissed.  The sensation that I was feeling was
beginning to become overpowering.

    I wanted Kyle inside me.

    Kyle was gently pushing his body up against mine.  I felt his hard cock
through his underwear as he rubbed its length against my stomach.  I placed my
hands on his ass and began to push his underwear down.  He finished taking
them off and returned to pushing himself up against me.

    "Don't tease me," I whispered.

    Kyle smiled and positioned himself between my legs.  He pushed my legs
closer to my chest and placed the head of his dick against my ass.  He ran his
right hand along the side of my face as I tilted my head back.  Then I felt him
start to penetrate me very slowly and smoothly.  Although there was a bit of
pain I put my hands on his ass and pushed him into me.  When I felt his cock
all the way inside I grabbed his face and started to kiss him.

      Kyle began to thrust with more force, pulling his cock nearly all the
way out before pushing it all the way back in.  There were moments when I felt
as if I was being invaded because my body still wasn't accustomed to being
fucked.  Yet, the pleasure was so intense that it conquered any moment of pain or
discomfort.

    When Kyle would rest his head against my chest I could see his back and
ass working as he thrust in and out of me.  The sight was such a turn on that I
wanted to focus on it, but I would often close my eyes or tilt my head back
as he continued to fuck me.

    He kissed and sucked on my nipples while my hands caressed his body.  I
wanted to stroke my dick but I resisted because I wanted to refrain from coming
as long as I could.

    I was concentrating on the pleasure that Kyle was creating when he
suddenly started to thrust with a circular movement.  Following a couple
circle-thrusts he would push deeper into me.  It felt so good that I could not resist
grabbing my cock and stroking it hard and fast.

    Kyle began to thrust harder and deeper.  I clenched my teeth and closed
my eyes tightly.  "Oh, Kyle.  Fuck me, man.  Don't stop."

    He obeyed orders and fucked me with more force and determination.

    "Yeah," I moaned.  "I love you."

    "I love you, too," he panted.

    My cock had become dry.  As I was about to spit in my hand Kyle wet his
and started to stroke my dick.  He would run his hand from the very base of my
cock all the way up to the head then down again.  A couple minutes passed then
I could feel my ejaculation brewing, becoming much stronger and rising from
my balls and through my cock.  I knew that I was about to explode.

    "I'm going to cum," he grunted.

    And so did I.


    After we collected ourselves and returned from our high we laid in bed
next to each other for a while.  Kyle was looking directly into my eyes and I
could see his mind working in overdrive.  I could tell that he wanted to say
something.  "What?" I asked with a smile.

    He didn't respond immediately.  He seemed to ponder a thought then he
very gently tapped me on top of the head three times as he said," I love you."

    I thought it was a bit strange because I wasn't expecting him to do that.
 Still, I smiled and I did the only thing I could think of.  I very gently
tapped his head four times and replied," I love you more."