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 9:
"Oh, Kye! What's wrong?" asked Tommy.
He came and knelt on the floor, because the way I was laying, there was no room to sit on the bed. I poured out my heart to Tommy and he told me that I was worrying for nothing. He said the doctors were very sure that he would come out of this just fine. I still choked and sobbed.
Tommy climbed over me and pulled down the covers and top sheet enough to rub my shoulders and neck gently. I responded positively with moans and sighs. I turned to my side and looked into his eyes. They too were wet. They looked exactly like Mike's in this low light.
I grabbed him and kissed him deeply. He hesitated a moment and then kissed me back with gusto. I pushed him away and pulled back the sheet ... he shed his clothes and slipped in next to me.
Chapter 10
"I know you are very tired, Kye. I just feel so badly that you are caught in the middle of all this. I had no intention of taking advantage of your -- your -- vulnerability tonight."
"I know that, Tommy. I didn't make that jump, either. I'm sorry that it doesn't seem to be working out between you and Bette."
"Kye, I shouldn't be here -- really. This is a mistake. I'm sorry if I am making you uncomfortable."
"You -- you're not! It feels good -- it feels okay ... really -- that you're here. All I really need is to be held -- right now."
"I'm sorry I -- that I kissed you -- like I did." Said Tommy, moving slightly away.
"I think I started it." I said. "I know you said you still were trying with Bette. I shouldn't have - "
"No -- don't worry about it, Kye! We're both concerned about Mike. I can just hold you awhile ... maybe."
I nodded in the dark, and he moved closer and spooned me. I felt his wood firming up. "I don't think we're in Kansas any more, Toto!" I giggled.
"Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" he said, and his giggle was so much like Mike's I almost gasped. I pulled his hand up to my face and held it there.
"I feel better, Tommy. Maybe -- maybe you should not be here when Bette gets home."
"That probably won't be for awhile, but you're right. We could fall asleep. G'night, Kye! I'm so glad you came home with me. It gave Bette some time with her son but ... I couldn't have come home alone." He kissed the small of my back. I also felt wetness there. He backed away from me, then climbed over me. "I'll leave the door open in case you need anything, Kyle."
After ten or fifteen minutes, I got up to wash my face and pee. I saw Tommy asleep in the big easy chair in the front room. I know how I felt. I wondered how much different I'd feel if it were my boy in the hospital.
What am I saying!? It IS my boy in the hospital! At least that's how I feel! I heard keys in the door and hurried back to my room. Then I heard:
"Oh -- you're home." Said Tommy, sleepily.
"Yes, Michael told me to come home. It was tiring him to have to try to stay awake because I was there. We talked ... a lot."
"What did you talk about?"
"Tom -- he knows what we're doing."
"I know."
"I still think it would be best for you to stay here until he comes home at least. He doesn't want me to be alone. I'm not in the least worried, but I don't want Mike worrying about it."
"I can see that." Said Tommy.
"Tommy -- do you like the Tragg boy?"
"Like him? Of course I like him. What's not to like? He's a good - "
"Michael says he'd like you to -- well he said he hoped that you and Kyle could be more than just ... friends. What does he mean by that?"
"Bette -- what do you suppose he means?"
"Um -- that's kind of -- um -- a mind blower, isn't it, Tom? Why would our son want you to be ... THAT ... to his best friend?"
"That's a bit of a mystery to me too, Hon." Said Tommy.
"Tom -- I've seen the two of them together -- they're like two peas in a pod. They even like to sleep together. And not just in the same bed ... I've seen them spooning like -- like -- well, more than I thought just friends did."
"I know." Said Tommy. "I think that Mike sees a need in his friend."
"So -- you don't wonder -- if Michael could maybe be that way too?"
"Oh, Bette, I don't think - " Started Tommy. "I -- no! Mike isn't gay."
"I hope you're right!"
"Would that change your love toward him any Bette?"
"You know better than that. It hasn't changed my love for ... for you either, Tom. It just would be easier all around if he likes girls."
"Well -- duh! It'd be easier for us if I liked girls!" Said Tommy.
"Let's go to bed, Tom. I can still suck little Tom, can't I?"
"Ooohhh! I'm sorry I can't give you what you need! I do love you, Bette!"
"I love you too, Tom."
"Do you want me to get you off?" He said, sounding kind of seductive.
"Mmm -- maybe!" She said in a sing-songy voice.
I really wanted to be asleep, but after that exchange I couldn't NOT listen! I first heard her moaning, then she started to giggle extensively, after which she said, "Gawd, I hope I can teach my next husband to do that! I may have to make you give him lessons!"
Then I heard Tommy moaning and breathing harder until he was groaning and taking huge gulps of air. Then, "Oh Bette! You don't have to AAaaiiiieee!:"
"I like your man juice, Tommy -- you know that!"
"G'night sweetheart."
"G'night Tom."
I wanked myself quietly and fell asleep myself.
"Mornin' sleepy head."
I looked at the doorway and Tommy was there in his loose PJ bottoms. "Where's Bette?"
"She went to work. I'm just going to step into the shower for a few minutes and then ... go see Mike." Then he added, "Um -- sorry about last night. I forgot your door was open. I hope we didn't gross you out too much! Well, I'll go get ready."
"Kay." I responded.
I got up and went into the bathroom and heard the shower going in the master bath. I started to turn on the shower in the other bathroom, then wondered if that might take hot water from Tommy.
I ran down to his bath and asked, "Can both showers be used at once, Tommy?"
"It shouldn't be a problem." He said. "We do have a large water heater."
I started away, but was slightly mesmerized by his silhouette behind the shower curtain. I stepped closer and pulled it back and said, "Can I just join you in here?"
"You could -- but then I'd hafta kill you ... or ... suck you, one!" He grinned.
"My choice?" I giggled.
I got in and stepped to him and like last night our mouths came together, and then our hands were all over each other. "This is a mystery to me. It was hard to get hard last night with bette and even harder to stay that way -- Like I have no control over it! But Bette was persistent.
"Here and now -- it's like I have no control over it either. It's just hard as a rock, and feels so much ... better than it did last night!"
Up until then, I had not put my hand on it, but when I did, he let out a high pitched yell and closed his eyes hard. I started to pump his handle up and down"
"Wait!" He commanded. "I told you I wanted to suck you! If you finish me off, I won't feel much like it."
He dropped to his knees and sucked my little man in all the way to the pubes. He rotated his face on it and seemed to like the tickling of his nose in my bush. It was my turn to let out a shriek. He took that as his go ahead and started to bob and suck furiously. I relaxed as much as I could, to make it last longer ... and I suppose that worked -- for a good five seconds, then I gave up any hope of holding back and shot volley after volley into his warm mouth.
He swallowed as fast as he could but it started to run down his face. He got up and finished me off with his hand as he kissed me deeply.
"Can -- can -- I do you now?" I asked.
"Yeah, but just give me a hand job ... and you can kiss me at the end -- I like those kisses!"
I did just as he asked and when he came, both our eyes were closed and it coated both our tummies with his slippery goo. We kissed again, and stood under the shower until it started to cool.
We got out and dried ourselves off. He kept giving me a weird look.
"What?" I said, finally.
"I -- I'm not sure we should -- I mean -- I just kept getting an image in my head that I was doing that with Mike!" Said Tommy
""Whew! Yeah, me too!" I said. "What??! Wha -- at?" I reiterated. "You were fantasizing about your own son?!"
"NO! I mean -- not like that! I couldn't get his face from ... I mean -- it's because you're so young! I keep thinking what I'd think if some old guy was doing my son!"
"You -- you -- I mean -- it bothers you that much?"
"It feels good until I think about it too much. This is not the first time. I tried to ignore it, but ... "
"Do you think you can get used to it?"
"I ... no ... I mean -- I don't know! It's not -- not -- but -- but -- Wait! You said you were thinking about him too! Didn't you?"
When I said that, it just came out. I was hoping he didn't notice.
"Yeah." I said, feeling defeated. "Sigh! You look so much alike -- `specially when you're so close ... I see his eyes ... I mean YOUR eyes, but it seems like his eyes."
"You -- want it to be, don't you?"
"Want what ... what?"
"You want it to be Mike's eyes ... looking at you when we ... kiss ... don't you?"
I pondered that for a long time then said, "I -- I -- I'm not sure. I think -- I think ... I think I don't know."
"I'm sure it's confusing to you, Kyle." He said, softly. "Hell, it's confusing to me. I can't imagine why Mike WANTS us to be ... something ... to each other. Any other guy would freak out if his dad and his best friend ... I men ... it makes me wonder if I did something wrong ... that my son is reacting so diametrically opposed to what most guys - "
"Or --Tommy, I interjected, " -- or -- just maybe -- what you did right!"
"I don't know. I just don't know."
"Tommy -- I heard you and Bette last night."
"I know and told you I'm sorry about that! I would have - "
"I'm not talking about when you went to bed ... I heard that too. But I heard what you were talking about in the front room." He gave me an incredulous look. "I'm sorry, Tommy -- I tried to block it out, but -- you left my door open after you left off holding me ... and I was riveted to your conversation. Both you and Bette are so ... um ... accepting and -- um -- non-judgmental. I mean -- you don't care that I'm gay ... you'd probably care if Mike was -- just like my dad is about me, but -- you'd still lve him."
He got tears in his eyes. "Kye -- I love Bette ... I DO! But ... I'm just not -- not -- sexually attracted to her. I never was! And ... she can tell. I used to be able to ... do what I needed to ... up until 2 or three years ago. But ... I'm not a hormone driven teen ... any more ... I guess. And you can't hide that kind of thing from your wife. I can see how two people could ignore it ... but we can't! She deserves a guy who really gets into serving and satisfying her and that she can feel the same way about.
"And Kye -- you're right about us not wanting Mike to be gay. Do you think that he is? Bette is wondering; you know that from what you heard last night. What do you think?"
"I -- um -- don't know. I don't think Mike even knows. When he was half delirious he said he might be ... but that could have been just his love ... erm -- I mean -- his body talking or ... craving ... something -- I dunno." SHIT! I didn't want to say that!
"Have you and he - " He started. "Never mind! That's none of my business." He regrouped for a moment while I swallowed hard. "I mean -- boys ... sometimes ... do that don't they? I know kids were doing it when I was young ... I mean like before ... AND after puberty. I was asked to ... do some things ... and ... OH my GOD, Kye -- I WANTED to ... but I couldn't!
"And -- I have also heard about what some guys do when they are alone together in their dorm rooms. Maybe not all guys ... but some ... who are otherwise straight. Maybe Mike is just like them. Maybe he will grow out of the desire ... or curiosity ... if he has any, that is."
"Oh ... he has it alright!" I thought.
"I don't know what to even want now, Tommy." I said. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see how ... erm what Mike ... um ... decides or something ... huh?"
"I guess. What time do you have class today?"
I only have one class ... a lab really ... our chem. Lab -- that I should go to. It's late afternoon."
"Let's go see our boy!"
I loved that he said it that way!
Notes: Okay a short one this time. I will be gone for the next week and a half and didn't want to leave you with nothing. Comments are always loved ... and I may get a chance to check email while I'm gone. Thanks and ... Love, Steve (stevethomas535@hotmail.com)