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, Ron, -- New friends
Brian, Barry -- nurses.
Karstin -- Kevin's Friend
From Chapter 12:
I took off my robe and pushed Kevin over. He got under the covers and I turned out the light and slipped in between the sheets. As soon as I was in, he snuggled up to me. "I miss this the most, Kye!" he said sleepily.
"The most?" I said.
"Yeah -- you know -- there's no one to cuddle with -- well not like we do -- in our on-campus housing."
"I'll bet there's something else you like better!" I said, smiling.
"Oh yeah -- there's always that."
I showed him my appreciation for his special attention earlier. Afterward, we spooned to sleep.
Chapter 13
Mike called as soon as his parents brought him home. "Kye! I can smell you!" He giggled.
"You what?"
"From when you slept in my bed last week! My pillow totally smells like you!"
"Sorry! I guess I thought your mom would ... well, I just didn't think. I don't think I even showered that night! Ew! Sorry!"
"I'm glad she didn't wash them. It smells ... um ... I dunno -- familiar and -- um -- comforting or something."
"Well, you just got home! And have you already hit the bedroom?"
"Yeah, well, I didn't notice how weak I got lying around all the time in the hospital. Maybe you and I can take a short walk when you get here."
"When I get there?"
"You ARE coming over aren't you?"
"I -- um -- yeah -- if you want me to. Maybe we can go over some more of the assignments that - "
"I can handle those. I just ... well ... Mom and Dad are going shopping and I just wanted to see you ... for ... um ... what we talked about yesterday ... you know?"
I was sure I knew ... or I HOPED I was sure I knew! "I'll be right over!" I said, feeling like I could have taken off and flown!
"Where are you going in such a rush?" Asked Kevin.
"Mikes! He's home!" I said, not aware of just how exuberant I was.
"Oh ... happy day!" Said Kevin.
"No breakfast?" Said Mom as I almost ran for the door.
"I'll eat over at Mike's!" I said and I slammed the door behind me.
"Hey hey!" Said my dad, as he was sweeping the sidewalk. "Take it a little slower, Kiddo ... maybe you'll live! Where to?"
"Mikes ... he's home!" I said as if everyone should know why that should be exciting to me.
Half way over to Mike's I realized what a fool I made of myself. "Oh well," I laughed "I guess my family at least all knows how I feel about Mike. Well, at least somewhat how I feel."
When I got to Mike's house, his parents were still gone shopping. I walked right in, not wanting Mike to have to get up to answer the door. He was sitting at the kitchen table, using his good arm (Left) to try to open a new carton of milk.
"Thanks goodness. Open this for me."
"I hope you ate something before you came. There's no food here~! That's why they're shopping. Well, I guess there's this dry cereal and milk."
"I didn't and dry cereal will be fine!" I said, grinning. He grinned back, as if he knew what I was thinking.
When we almost inhaled the cereal and milk, he stood and almost fell over. I grabbed him. "Thanks! It's hard to adjust to being so damned weak! In the hospital, it seemed natural, but now that I'm home I seem to want to act as if everything's alright!"
I led him toward the couch and he said, "NO! My bedroom. Remember? I have some unfinished business in your pants!"
Once in his room, he said, "Lock my door -- just in case."
I did so, then he instructed me to lie down on my back. I did. He got into a position that was comfortable for him and opened my fly. "Omigosh! This thing is hard as a rock! You're ready for this, aren't you?"
"Duh!"
He worked my boner free of the fly and started to stoke it quickly. He stopped momentarily and I braced my self for his mouth on it. He got a cloth from a drawer and said, "We don't want you to cum all over your pants, now, do we?"
"No -- that could be hard to explain later." I said, hoping he didn't hear the disappointment in my voice.
He began stroking again and when he was sure I was close, he said, "Did you want me to kiss you while you ... ?"
I turned my face to him. He kissed me sweetly ... but not exactly as I was hoping. I came quite a lot, and let him know I was into it -- which I think he appreciated. I vaguely heard his phone vibrating next to the bed. When I was finished, he wiped me up and seeing a last drip on my spent softee, he caught it up with his finger and put it up to his nose ... then licked it off. "Hmh ..." Was all he said.
"Let's get cleaned up." He said, looking at the text on his phone. "Leslie will be coming over pretty soon."
"Leslie?"
"Yeah, she's one of the girls you gave my hospital room number to. She came to visit one morning and we really hit it off!"
"Oh." I said.
"It's really cool! She really likes both football and golf! She's coming with us to the game tonight!"
"Ohhh!" I said, trying very hard to act pleased. "Very cool!"
"Dad called the bowl and told them we'd be coming ... with one in a wheelchair. Apparently some do that to get good seating, so they require a doctor's note to make it official. He and Mom will be stopping by the clinic to get one."
Mike talked non-stop until Leslie got there. When she came in she gingerly gave him a hug, and a slight grimace as she surveyed the bruising on his face. I was relieved at least that a hug was all he gave her. I got a call from Kevin. "You know my number is 42, right?" He asked.
"Yes, Kev, I know your number!"
"Well!!? It's hard to tell the difference between us with all the gear on! You'll see more of Karstin than me. He's involved with almost every offensive maneuver."
"What's his number?" I asked.
"Oh! Um ... let me look. he's easy to see though ... always running back and forth behind the lines before the snap. Oh yeah ... here it is on my roster: Karstin Everett is ... number -- omigosh! It's 24! I never knew that!"
"What's so unusual about 24?"
"Well -- nothing ... except it's the inverse of my number ... 42! I think you're gonna like him, Bro! I KNOW he's gonna like you -- once he gets past his initial shyness. Be gentle! HAHA!"
"What's so funny?"
"I just asked you to be gentle with a college football star! Don't you see the irony in that?"
"Uh -- yeah -- that's a good one."
"Kye-Kye -- what's wrong?"
"What - ? Nothing. Nothings wrong! See you after the game." I said.
Mike and Leslie didn't really do anything that should have made me uncomfortable ... even as jealous as I felt! But the feeling was there! I wondered if she was one of those fag hags that think that they can cure a guys longing for other guys. That's so lame!
As the day got later, it turned colder and colder. We wondered if it was going to snow! It very seldom snows in the Southern California valleys.
When Tommy and Bette got home, Tommy excitedly told us that all of the handicapped restricted areas were taken so they assigned us to an enclosed, heated box that is for injured players and others that cannot be on the field.
When we got there, they ushered us as if we were in first class, all the way to the box. It was about halfway up to the regular handicapped restricted areas, and a much better view on the 50-yard-line. There were 2 injured players with some friends or family already there. They nodded in a querying way. The usher told them the circumstance.
As the game progressed, Washington State was getting the better of us. They were used to playing in the bitter cold, maybe. In the middle of the second quarter, a huge lineman got through and sacked number 24! He was down for the count! They brought out a stretcher and took him to the side lines. He had sprained a wrist and cracked a rib. They took him out through a tunnel, I guessed to wrap his ribs. I wondered if they would play him any more.
At half time there was a cheer outside our box and Kevin stepped in, helping his teammate into the box. He introduced him to me and let me do the rest of the intros. I guess he was expected to sit with his buddies, but he kept shooting me looks when he could see they were not looking. I smiled each time and about the third time, I winked. He blushed and grinned.
His wrist had an Ace Bandage on it and you could see under his jersey, which he had not changed out of -- that his torso WAS indeed wrapped with some kind of tape.
I gradually worked my way to Karstin and said, "Do you want something to eat ... or drink?"
"No!" he said curtly ... then looked embarrassed, and softened. "No thanks. Not now, at least." He smiled coyly. His teammates could not see the smile, nor could any of our group, as they were watching the halftime show.
"Do you think they'll put you back in?" I asked, softly.
"Huh?" He said. He glanced over at his team mates and then moved closer to hear me better.
I was now the one who was embarrassed. When I answered, it came out even softer than before. Again he moved closer ... right next to me and said, "It's too loud with the half time noises? Now ... what did you say?"
"I was just wondering if they'll be putting you back in tonight." I said. I was now mesmerized by seeing him up close. He has very curly hair cut close to his head. I even wondered if he may have some African in him. He was not all that big ... but his arms were bristling with muscles ...easy to see as they were stained green and dirt brown. The front of his hair he let grow a little longer, so it fell lightly onto his forehead.
"Oh!" He said, as he again glanced over at his mates. They weren't paying any attention. I'm sure I was more paranoid than he was by now. After all, my brother, another team mate HAD introduced us!
"No -- I may be out for the season! This could be my permanent spot for watching the game -- at least for the rest of THIS season! That's the problem with scat backs. We sometimes rely on the linemen to protect us too much -- or at least that's what I did. We're there in certain plays ... and this team depends heavily on running ... for the QB to hand off to. and ... we get hit hard sometimes, if the line gets through. Coach'll yell at both me and the guards. But because I'm injured, they'll get most of the flack."
He again looked back at his teammates then almost whispered, "When can we talk?"
"Whenever you want." I said. He looked into my eyes. It was then I noticed that up close they looked gold! Most would say they were brown, but I'll swear, at least in that light ... they looked gold. And ... very expressive. A shot of ... something ... shot down my body and grounded itself somewhere in the middle,
He looked back again and said, "What're you doin' after the game?"
"I'll be going home ... I owe my brother a massage."
"Oh! Well -- okay -- um -- okay. Um -- what about tomorrow?" He inadvertently adjusted his crotch. I looked down. When I looked back, his face was blood red! "Omigod! I need to be more -- um -- discreet, I guess!"
"Not on my account!" I giggled. I glanced over and his teammates ... or anyone else -- weren't paying any attention. "Don't sweat it!"
He smiled broadly, but still blushed.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Arcata. I usually just stay here on campus."
We said a little more, but the 3rd quarter was about to start up again, so he said he better get back to his mates. He winked at me as he moved back closer to them.
As my attention came back to our own group, I noticed that Leslie was clutching on to Mike's arm. He was mostly watching the game, but I noticed whenever he leaned over to say something to her -- or to someone past her -- that he smiled crookedly each time their eyes met.
That was all the smile could manage, but it was more than before the bandages came off. He really looked horrid, with his yellow/green/grey/brown bruising all over his face. Of course his nose was still covered. She didn't seem to notice any more.
Mike nodded at me and then at Karstin and gave that a half smile as if he knew something ... which he didn't!
We lost the game with a heartbreaking interception in the last minute of the game. They ran it to the 2 yard line and from there just muscled it over the line. There wasn't even time for the conversion points, but they didn't need it anyway.
The teammates who were up in the box were not exactly crying ... But they were visibly shaken! They all left to join their teammates. We made our way to our car. As we were getting in, my brother came running up.
"Hey, Kye! Where're you going?"
"Home ... I thought. I owe you a - "
"Not tonight you don't!" Just as he said that, Karstin hobbled up behind him. "Karstin is coming home with us tonight. You wanna ride with us?"
"Sure!" I said.
"Oh!" I heard faintly behind me. I turned and Mike looked hurt.
"What's wrong, Bud?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
"I'm -- um -- okay. I just thought ... um -- never mind."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing -- it's nothing!"
"No ... it's NOT nothing! Mike -- what is it?"
"Really it IS really nothing. I just figured you were coming home with ... but no! This is better! You have fun with your brother and his ... friend."
I turned back to Kevin and Karstin. "I need to be with my bud tonight, Bro. You and Karstin can have the room to yourselves." I felt terrible to do that to both of them, but ...
Kevin looked almost panicky for a split second. (I am sure I'm the only one that saw it and ... I almost laughed!) Then his shoulders slumped slightly. "Oh. Okay -- well you two -- be good, huh?"
Karstin too looked disappointed, but he offered his right hand. I shook it, and he held on for a moment. He seemed to be searching my eyes, as he said, "It was really great to get to know you a little tonight, Kyle. I hope ... um ... well, I'll see you later, I guess -- maybe."
I felt torn as I let his hand go. I said good by to them and my parents and watched as Kevin and Karstin walked away, half supporting each other, both of them limping somewhat. Kevin must have pulled something in the game too. I felt like I let my brother down somehow. But ... I DID meet his friend and I DID talk to him.
Tommy and I and Mike and Leslie made our way out of the bowl and to the car. Leslie wanted to push Mike's wheelchair, but I jealously claimed that task for myself!
Back at the Newberrys, Tommy and I took the wheelchair into the house, while Mike stayed outside to say good bye to Leslie. I wanted so much to run to the window and peek out the drapes to see what they were doing ... and would have ... if Tommy and Bette weren't there.
When we came into the house, Bette was watching a sitcom, but got up and gave both of us a hug. "How was the game?"
"We lost."
"I wondered. The energy entering the room seemed a little gloomy. Where's Mike?"
"Saying good bye to Leslie."
"Where did he meet this girl? She surely is s cutie!" Said Bette.
"She goes to Cerritos with us." I said. "When Mike got ... hurt ... she -- and a bunch of other girls -- asked me where he was. She was the only one who went to see him. I asked Mike before giving that info out." I decided not to mention that there was one more ... Ronald ... who also went to see him.
"Oh. You're such a great friend to Mike."
"It kind of goes both ways." I said, absent mindedly: My heart was outside.
I sat and watched the rest of the sitcom with the Newberrys. After about 15 minutes, after the next program started, Mike came in. He looked straight at his mother. "Mom, you're gonna LOVE Leslie!" He grinned. "She reminds me of you ... maybe what you might have been like at that age!"
"I was married and taking care of a sweet baby boy by the time I was her age!"
"You don't even know how old she is!"
"I was almost 16 when you were born, Michael." She said.
"So ... okay! Maybe she's more like you are now! Anyhow, I really like her! She asked me to her sorority's Halloween party, and I asked her to go to the Christmas dance ... if we're still dating! Haha!"
"Isn't Halloween next week? You can't be going - "
"I can if I'm careful! And I'm getting better every day!"
"Do you know that you're still slurring your words?"
"We talked about that."
"You did?!"
"Yes, haha, she has this theory that when a muscle is weak, you exercise it. She's gonna help me exercise my speech muscles!"
I felt like I wasn't even in the room. I looked at the floor. I looked at the TV. I looked at Mike. He didn't look back. I looked at the curtained window. I looked at Tommy. He was looking back ... a sympathetic look on his face. My brother wasn't the only one who knew who I wanted! I wondered what other muscle they might want to exercise!
I smiled at Tommy, wondering what he thought about being in competition with his own son ... and knowing that if his son wanted he ... Tommy didn't have a chance. I felt a little guilty about that. If Mike can find happiness in the arms of a girl ... more power to him! I wish I could!
"What about you, Kye?" Said Mike.
"Huh?" I didn't have any idea what he was asking me!
"Are YOU about ready to hit the sack? Are you as tired as I am?"
"Sweetheart," Said Tommy, "You just came home from the hospital this morning. It's no wonder you are tired after the long day you've had. Kye probably is just getting ready to party!"
"Actually I've had a long day too, Tommy. I'd just as soon go to bed as anything right now." I didn't have to tell him how discouraged I felt.
"Michael probably will need some help getting ready for bed, Tommy ... bathing without getting his arm wet and - "
"I'm sure Kyle would be okay with helping his best friend in that way." Said Tommy, smiling.
He was reading my mind ... and he knew I knew it!
Mike hobbled over to me and extended his hand, smiling. I grabbed it and he pulled me up, and we walked arm in arm to his room. Once in the room, he closed the door and then pushed me against it. He then collapsed against me, his good arm over my shoulder, his face in my neck. I found that besides Kevin and Tommy ... Mike too could read my mind!
Was I THAT easy to read?
"I know what you're wondering, Kye! I know it. And all I can say is ... <<SIGH!!>> ... I dunno ... I dunno ... I dunno ... I dunno ... I dunno!!!"
He leaned his head back and tears were streaming. "She really seems to be perfect for me -- almost as perfect as ... SIGH ... " He leaned back on me. I gently rubbed his back. It was the only thing I could think of! " ... YOU!"
"Mikey, it's - "
"Don't TELL me its okay! It's not okay ... it's NOT! Not with you ... not with me! I'm so fucked up, Kye ... I wish I knew ... what to do ... what is right ... what I SHOULD do!"
"Do you feel like you're 12 years old again?" I asked.
"Yes ... YES!!! That's exactly how I feel!"
"When I feel like that, I ask someone else I trust."
"That's why I'm talking to you, Kye-kye!"
"Heh ... that's like talking to your 12-year-old friend!" I said. "I usually talk to my brother or ... my parents."
"I don't HAVE a brother."
"You have parents."
"Psh -- yeah! Like I'm gonna ask THEM if I should make it with a guy or a girl! It's easy for you. Your parents know!"
"Your parents know, Mike. I heard them talking the night I stayed here." He tensed up and gave me a strange look. "I couldn't help it. Your dad left my door open and ... your mom came home and ... they just started to talk. Your mom asked your dad if he thought you were ... as she put it ... `that way'."
"It's hard to say." He said, again relaxed against me. "I guess you're right. Help me get cleaned up and you can go to bed while I talk to them. Only this time I'll close the door and you won't have to listen."
He was trying to spare me. In reality, I wished I could be a fly on the wall, so I could see every move, every expression, and hear every word!
We went into the bathroom. He undressed and got into the shower. I undressed and did the same. He could not get his arm cast, nor his leg bandages soaked, so I pretty much gave him a sponge bath. When I got to his genitals, I offered the wash cloth to him and he grinned and said, ""Dude! I need this hand to balance with ... I might fall!"
I washed his ... everything ... except the bandaged and casted parts. As I was washing his genitals, our eyes were locked and I hoped the look he was giving me held as much love as I felt for him. When we were finished, we got out and stood with the overhead heater blowing on us for a moment ... our naked bodies warming each other ... our stiff bones telling their own story.
We went back to the bedroom and I helped him into his sleep shorts and a tee. He said, "I won't wake you when I come back in."
"You better!" I said.
"I love you." he said as he closed the door, not giving me the opportunity to respond.
He knew my response anyway.
I thought I'd never be able to go to sleep. I was wrong! He snuggled back into me, his casted arm on his hip. I put my hand over it and onto his chest, as I woke up. He moaned gently as my fingers wisped past his nips and down to his belly and back.
"Is that okay?" I mumbled.
"Ooohhh yeeeah!"
So I kept it up. It only took once of grazing the top of his protruding bone. "Help me off with these shorts!" I took them off and at the same time removed my own, and came back up behind him. "Ooohhh yeeeah!" he repeated.
Before long, I was slowly stroking him and kissing his neck. He could do nothing for me in that position except snuggle and wiggle his bum back into me ... and mine. I couldn't help the involuntary thrusting. He clenched his butt muscles in response and I stopped stroking and humping him.
"Don't stop, Kye! Finish it off if you can." I stroked him faster. "No-no! ... YOU! YOU get off if you can! I'd love it if I could do that much for you!
I slowed his stroking and resumed my own thrusting. I came before I knew what was happening, blowing it all over his bum and on the sheets all the while continuing to stroke him. As soon as mine was winding down, he started to whine softly and pant heavily, and the stroking got wet and slippery. That almost made me feel like coming a second time. I vowed to try to time it better next time.
We fell asleep and sometime he extracted himself from me, so his arm could be a little more comfortable.
He didn't have to tell me what his decision was after talking to his parents. I knew before he went to them that he'd need to at least try it with her.
Notes: I know ... we ALL want Kyle and Mike to get together, but that's not real life, is it?? I like to approach real life when I can. As long as my hero turns out happy ...
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