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A Ghost Finds a Body
Chapter 3
Both teens were floored. Kyle was trying to figure out if he was being made fun of. Marcus was entirely sure that she was serious. `How did she know?' he thought, panicking. "I've always been so careful. What clues could she have possibly picked up on?'
Utterly enjoying the look of horror on her son's face, she playfully filled Kyle in. "Marcus is gay." She paused for a moment, and then added thoughtfully, "Or at least bi. I'm not quite sure if he's figured that part out just yet."
Seeing that Marcus was near panic, she turned the humor down enough to seriously say, "Sweety, I've known for a while. There's nothing wrong with it, and there's nothing you have to worry about from this family."
She took a step toward her son. When he didn't pull away, she pulled him into a hug and asked, "Okay?"
Slowly coming out of shock, Marcus nodded. His mom pulled back and, looking him right in the eyes, cranked the humor right back up.
"So, then. Have you two masturbated each other yet?"
Kyle's jaw dropped. Marcus squeaked out, "Mom!"
Dr. Veeson laughed. "Well, get upstairs. Kyle, I want you to lay down for a bit. At least until that local wears off. You just send Marcus off if you need anything."
Both boys sheepishly marched out of the kitchen. Neither was quite ready to talk yet, after the announcement Marcus's mother had just made. Marcus silently led the way back upstairs, past the bathroom, and to a door at the end of the hall. Once the door was opened for Kyle, he realized at once that his new friend was definitely not the neat freak of the family. The room was a disaster. Granted, Kyle's room at home was messy, but this place was so far beyond messy, it was crazy.
Kyle hadn't realized someone could live like this. The floor was nowhere to be found, due to the layer of clothes, books, notebooks, and... Kyle got tired of guessing after a moment, so he looked at the walls. There was no telling what color they were supposed to be, as every square inch that wasn't plastered in multiple layers of posters had been spray painted and graffiti-ed. A dresser and a night stand were filled to overflowing with books, papers, and goodness only knew what else. Two book shelves were filled to overflowing, not with books, but with toys, action figures, plushies, and models kits. More models, both aircraft and space ships, hung suspended along with models of the planets in the solar system beneath a ceiling just as cluttered as the walls.
"My goodness," Kyle whispered, at a loss for anything else to say. Marcus pushed past him and flopped down across the unmade full-sized bed.
He spread his arms above his head and said, "Well, this is home."
Kyle grinned, as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He felt like the door should be closed so it didn't infect the rest of the house.
"Okay. I've seen the rest of the house. How can you possibly be allowed to keep your room like this?" He paused, looking around, still in wonder. "My mom would kill me."
"Well, that's just it. You've seen the rest of the house. Me and my sister are allowed to keep our rooms any way we want, as long as the rest of the house stays spotless."
"Here," he said, sitting up and gathering a collection of pillows off the floor. He made up a kind of back rest out of pillows, and then motioned for the Kyle to lie down.
Hesitantly arranging himself on the bed, Kyle scanned the room once more while Marcus swiped a computer chair clean by dumping the stack of papers on the floor. Only then did Kyle even register that there was a computer monitor sitting on what he now realized wasn't a dresser, but a desk.
As Marcus shoved his hand into a pile and turned on his computer, Kyle tried once more. "I just don't get how you can live in this. How can you find anything?"
Marcus started to be offended, but saw that Kyle was grinning with amusement. "I have a very careful system," he replied. "I use six items in this room. The rest is camouflage. As for the clothes," he said, sweeping his arms to take in the room, "everything on the floor is clean. Anything I've worn even once goes in the hamper down the hall. I can't stand dirty clothes. Also, I never eat anything in here, so there's actually nothing dirty in here."
He motioned to his monitor. "All the dirty stuff's in here." Both boys paused, realizing that they were touching on what Marcus's mom had said downstairs. Marcus turned his back to the bed and started signing on to the computer.
Kyle, his curiosity finally overcoming his nervousness, voiced his biggest question. "So, is it true? Are you, um..."
"Gay?" Marcus finished. "Yeah, I've known forever." He still didn't turn to face Kyle. It was easier to have this conversation if he didn't have to see the others reactions. "I just thought I was better at hiding it."
Kyle momentarily blushed. He suddenly became aware of himself. He realized that he was lying in Marcus's bed and without a shirt. At home, he normally went around shirtless. Now, suddenly, he felt half naked. He also noticed, to his horror, that his cock was swelling and was beginning to tent his pants. He tried to drape his hand across his pelvis, hoping he could cover it until it went down. Trying to distract himself, he jumped into the first topic he could think of.
"So, what's it like? You ever been with anybody?" The second he said it, he about died of embarrassment. He saw Marcus stiffen. For a moment, Kyle thought he was pissed, but his shoulders relaxed just before he answered.
"Yeah, a couple of times," Marcus said. "I like guys. Mostly, though, I collect stuff online."
"Me, too," said Kyle. "I haven't been with anyone yet, though. I like pictures and stories of guys, but I haven't been with anyone yet."
The silence lengthened. Finally, Kyle broke it by voicing something they were both thinking about.
"Are you scared about what's going to happen now that your mom knows?"
"Naw," Marcus answered, blowing it off. "If she was going to be pissed, she wouldn't have joked about it. She would have gone doctor on it."
Kyle could tell in Marcus's voice that he was really registering what he just said. Marcus perked up a bit as he said, "Actually, it feels kind of good. Like a bit of weight has been lifted." He turned enough that he could look back at the younger boy.
"What do your parents know? What are they saying about all this?"
"Well," said Kyle, flicking his bangs back, "I don't think they really caught the gay' part. If they have, they didn't mention it. And, trust me. They have balled me out good about," he began ticking off points on his fingers as he spoke, "Talking to strangers on online forums, going to restricted websites at school, going to sex' sites, and hacking the school computer."
He sighed back into the pile of pillows propping him up. "I think they would have mentioned the `gay' thing if they had heard it. That means I still have a little bit of time with them." He paused and then added, "I just don't know how I am going to explain to them about missing another day of school. Oh, well." He shrugged his shoulders, and then winced. "I'm still grounded over the posting. What else can they do to me?"
Their conversation stalled again, as they approached the forbidden subject. Kyle almost brought it up, but hesitated until the moment had passed. He relaxed back into the pillows and Marcus turned back to mess with the computer.
Kyle closed his eyes as he began an internal debate. On the one hand, Marcus seems like a really nice guy, and his mom is awesome. On the other hand, though, Marcus is a lot bigger than me. A no' could be violent.' He didn't really believe that one, though. It was more the embarrassment of sounding like he was begging. Plus the humiliation of getting turned down, probably to the sound of laughter. He was also nervous because he was still a virgin, and had very little idea how to do a lot of the stuff he had seen and heard of online. After all, Marcus was a junior, and had already had sex a couple of times. `What would he want with an inexperienced kid like me?'
Still, he must have seen something. He did try to break up a fight for him. He thought of what Marcus's mom had joked about, and decided to go for the big risk. Kyle flicked his honey colored bangs out of his eyes. He inwardly winced, bracing himself for the disappointment and embarrassment as he spoke up in a quiet voice.
"Marcus? Would you... Would you show me?"
Kyle watched as Marcus froze, his back stiffening. His stomach falling, he began stammering as he tried to backtrack his way out of it.
"I mean, I understand if you don't want to. I just thought... I mean, you're experienced, and you know you like guys, and you know what to do."
His speech became faster and louder, as if he was afraid that if he quit speaking, that's when the older boy would turn on him.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. You've already done so much for me. This is too much. I'm just a kid and everything. You probably want somebody who knows what they are doing and..."
His speech trailed off as Marcus turned the entire chair around to face the bed squarely, his hand raised in a "stop" gesture. Kyle had a hard time reading the expression on the Kyle's face.
"Since we are laying everything out on the line here, I just want to say that my mom was right about pretty much everything she said." He looked away just enough to break eye contact as he said, "You are probably the cutest guy at our school. But I wasn't about to ask. You already had that asshole Brody hitting on you. I knew you would see me the same way. There was no way I was going to risk that."
"But you tried to save me. You're not an asshole. You're amazing and cool. I'm just some jerk freshman."
"A hot freshman, you mean." He paused, blushing, then looked up again and burst out with, "You really want to fool around?"
Kyle flushed with embarrassment, but nodded and said, "Yeah. I do."
Marcus got up and came around to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached out and ran his hand from Kyle's slender, pale belly, just above his belt, up his bare torso until he reached the point where Kyle's left arm was strapped across his chest. Kyle shuddered as his skin was stroked by the older boy, raising goosebumps. Sure, he had had someone rub his belly before. Almost exactly like this, in fact. This time was different, though. This time, for the first time, he knew it was about sex. That seemed to change how everything felt.
Even through his own sensations, he could feel the slight tremble in Marcus's hand as he skipped over his bad arm and worked up to circle his fingers over the soft, smooth skin of his good, right shoulder and then back across his chest, just below his throat. Kyle's right nipple was hidden by his crossed hand, but his left was cupped by the crook of his arm. He let out a slight gasp as Marcus rubbed his fingernails over the ticklish bud of flesh. Marcus then reversed his course, covering the same ground, teasing the goosebumps to the surface wherever his hand passed.
Kyle was tense as a bowstring by the time Marcus reached his belt again. They both noticed the tent pressing hard against the freshman's pants, just a few short inches away from Marcus's fingers. The plain, dark tan of the pants made the paleness of Kyle's skin stand out even further in contrast. Marcus passed his fingers over the belt and brushed the material of the younger boy's khaki pants. His fingers passed far enough away that they missed the obvious bulge, but close enough that their passage pulled the material tighter across it.
Kyle shifted positions a bit, both to loosen the material at his crotch, and to release some of the tension in his body. It did no good, as his back arched slightly as Marcus ran his hand across the Kyle's leg, cupping the flesh of his inner thigh through the khaki pants. He slid his hand up until the back of his hand brushed solidly against Kyle's shaft. Marcus grinned, while Kyle blushed, as a wet spot began to bloom where the tip of his organ pressed against the fabric.
"Did you cum?" Marcus asked softly.
"I don't know," answered Kyle. "I don't think so."
"I don't think so, either," the bruin declared. "It looks like you just shot out a good dose of pre."
Kyle grinned, and then gasped in surprise as Marcus rubbed hard at the material. He reached both hands up and began undoing Kyle's belt.
"Let's make sure, though. Shall we?"
Both boys giggled as Marcus unfastened Kyle's belt and then unclasped his pants. Kyle tensed again as he felt the slack at his waist as the belt and pants no longer pressed against him. The only pressure the pants were now providing was against the head of his penis, where it still pressed upward. They stopped giggling and held their breath as they watched the zipper slide down, allowing the straining fabric to fall to the sides.
They stared in awe at the package laid out before them. The smooth tube-like outline of Kyle's penis swelled in a ridge from the top of his briefs down into the V of his spread fly. His penis was so stiff that it strained against the material, lifting the elastic waistband away from his skin by the faintest distance. Between breathes, his penis relaxed, dropping down, before swelling once more. Marcus stared as it bobbed back into place. He reached forward. Kyle gasped in pleasure as Marcus ran his finger from the tip down as far as the pants would let him.
To Kyle, the touch was electric as it rubbed the fabric across his sensitive skin. They both noticed the wetness of the fabric, running in a line from the side of the material, where his head had been, to the top, where it was now. Kyle's heart was hammering in his chest with nervousness and excitement. He still felt that faint trembling of desire in Marcus's hands.
Unable to wait any longer, Kyle reached down to his groin. He sat up slightly and lifted his leg, in order to give himself some slack, as he dug into the piss slit in his jockey shorts and pulled his penis out into the open. Physically, it felt good to have it out in the open air, so that its firmness was no longer restrained and bent down. It stood straight out from his body, just over seven inches in length, the pink skin infused with blood and the circumcised head red and swollen. It jerked once, twice, adjusting to the cooler air of the bedroom.
Emotionally, Kyle felt a thrill and a rush of adrenaline. Here, for the first time, he was showing someone else his privates. Not because he happened to be naked, but because they wanted to see them. He felt deliciously dirty and naughty, especially because he was the only one unclothed, and Marcus's mom was right downstairs, only a thin bedroom door away.
Holding his breath, Marcus whispered, "Can I?"
Kyle smiled, nodding. Marcus reached forward and wrapped his large, warm hand carefully around the straining shaft. Kyle gasped at the pleasure. Marcus gave a few tentative tugs, as if trying it out. Kyle sighed and sunk back into the pillows. Grinning, Marcus began stroking gently up and down. As Kyle began leaking more pre, the bruin worked the liquid all around the shaft, rolling his palm around the head a few times. Every time he did this, the Kyle's stomach would tense from the cross of pain and pleasure. It was almost more than the sensitive organ could tolerate.
Kyle began to pant as his friend resumed stroking his penis. Nothing compared to what he was feeling right now. Of course he had jerked off by himself, and it had felt wonderful. But this, the feeling of someone else's hand on him. Stroking him. Marcus' grip sliding up and down his slick length. The grip was so different from his own. The fingers were bigger, and they kept sliding across his sensitive head, something he instinctively avoided. Oh, it felt so good. Kyle's breath came shorter and shorter, until so did he.
Kyle's whole body tensed up. He hissed at the intensity of the orgasm as the first shot of cum arched up a few inches to wet his belly. The second and subsequent shots fell more or less on his underwear, until they were merely sliding out of his slit, welling up at the tip as if appearing by magic, to roll down across Marcus's hand.
Marcus pumped his shaft a few more times, assuring himself that Kyle was finished, before letting go and sitting back. Kyle relaxed back down, closing his eyes and catching his breath.
"Wow," he finally said out loud. "Thank you."
"No problem."
Now came the moment of truth. Kyle began straightening out his underwear and pants, trying to put he whole mess away like it was supposed to be. He waited for the embarrassment or guilt to hit. He felt a bit nervous, even giddy. But he didn't feel bad. In fact, he felt relieved, relaxed even. Then a thought occurred to him, one he wasn't sure he could do now.
"Do you want me to..." he trailed off, nodding at Marcus.
Marcus chuckled. "No, I'm good. Thanks, though."
He turned so Kyle could see his crotch. There was a wide wet spot, spread all across the front. He had gone in his own shorts, without being touched. They both laughed, all the tension draining from the room as they began cleaning up. Kyle continued smiling. He didn't think he was going to be a ghost for much longer.