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.
Karston -- Kevin's Friend
From Chapter 14:
"Okay, Kye-Kye! Have fun!"
"Oh we are ... we BOTH are!"
"Damn! I wish a girl ... I mean any that I could be interested in ... could see it as just having fun~!"
"Being a queer has its advantages, Big brother of mine! Maybe you'll reconsider and - "
"No way! You be as gay as you want ... and I'll be okay with that. Just let me stick with the girls!" He said and grinned. "Where's that blanket you promised me?"
Chapter 15
I got a blanket out of the hall closet for Kevin and went back to bed. I pulled the room darkening shade, turned the light off and locked my door. I could hear Karston's nervous smile in his sigh. I shed my jeans and crawled in beside him. We embraced in a full contact body hug and we both sighed.
"I've dreamed about this it seems forever and now that it's happening, its ... so much more than I ever dreamed of! Heh! I didn't know WHAT to dream of!" He whispered.
"I know. But let me tell you. It feels new every time. And it IS different every time. But for us ... it's totally new and I love it!" I said.
Karston snuggled even closer, burying his face in my neck. His hard body felt somewhat tense, but sensual and warm. His baby smooth skin felt like silk, warming every nerve ending it touched. He was scooted down so our genitals were side by side and very much aware of each other!
His breathing became very even. "Are you falling asleep?" I whispered.
"No -- but I've never felt this good before ... I just want to feel it ... sense it for awhile before ... before ... what comes next."
"Take your time. I'm lovin' it as much as you are!" I said.
With a barely audible moan, he said, "Man, you have a way of putting a guy at ease!"
"Maybe not all guys!" I chuckled.
"THIS guy!"
"Well ... thanks. I think I like that sentiment."
"Do you do any sports?" Karston asked.
"I'm mostly an interested observer when it comes to team sports."
He giggled. "And what do you observe?'
I like to watch the plays ... you know ... it takes a certain amount of talent ... which I don't have much of ... to move and react within a team."
"Haha! Is that ALL you like to watch?"
"OHhhh! You mean ... well, I do like the backfield in football. Most of you guys are pretty well built: slim waists, powerful arms ... you know!"
"How about baseball?"
"I like to see a serious baseball players butt! They have to have fit butts to make those fast starts and stops ... dashes between bases."
"You've given this a lot of thought!"
"What can I say ... I'm gay!"
"Do you play any sports?"
"I like golf. Mike is trying to teach me ... well Mike and Tommy."
"Who are they?"
"Mike is my ... ummm ... best friend. Tommy's his dad. He was the one in the wheel chair at the game last night."
"They're both teaching you to play golf?"
"Well, Tommy ... he's kind of teaching both of us. But Mike's better than I am."
"And does Tommy know how close you and Mike are?"
"Well, he does know ... um ... what? What do you mean, how close we are?"
"Your brother told me that you and Mike are maybe ... um ... more than just best friends."
"Oh he did, did he?!" I said. I felt my whole body stiffen ... and not in a good way!
"It's okay with me! I'm just learning about this stuff. I don't care who - "
"Look!" I said. "Mike's and my relationship is ... complicated. It's not ... like that ... exactly!"
"Please ... don't get mad. I didn't mean that ... I mean -- SHIT~! Things were going so good! I have never felt as good as I did a few minutes ago and now ... now ... it's hard to even remember the feeling. Can't we just pretend we never talked about ... it?"
"I could, actually." I said. "But I wonder if you can?"
"Why?"
"I'm putting myself into your shoes. If you were me ... and this was MY first time with a guy ... this close ... I KNOW I'd feel like I was falling in love ... I couldn't but I'd feel that way. But now you have to have Mike in the back of your head. Do you really think you can forget about him ... and whatever you might imagine we have done?"
"What HAVE you done?"
"Well now you see ... that's what I would not tell you ... nor would I tell Mike what we did."
"We didn't do anything ... really."
"My brother got me on that one the other night. If you have to say `really', then YOU at least think we did SOMETHING -- right?"
"<>! Maybe we should just go to sleep." He said and climbed off me.
"Is that how you deal with everything? If it gets uncomfortable ... just go to sleep?"
"Well -- what the fuck do you want from me, anyway!" he said angrily, now at the other side of the bed.
"Me? I just wanted to help out a guy who was maybe confused. But you don't seem as confused as I thought. But then I started to like you ... a lot! We just ... I dunno what went wrong."
"You started to tell me about Mike." He said.
"You ASKED about him. And ... you asked about -- whatever you might have heard from my brother ... boy he and I are gonna have a talk!"
"Oh, please don't blame him. he was just trying to ... to ... ease my nervousness ... I think."
"And maybe suck up to next years MVP?" I said.
That seemed to shut him up. Actually it shut us both up. I was relieved that the light was off. I felt uncomfortable as it was. "Karston -- I'm sorry. That was unfair to you both. It's just ... it's just ... embarrassing that you seem to know more about me than I thought ... or at least you think you do."
"I'm sorry too, Kyle. Maybe we just don't talk about ... anyone else. What can we do ... now?"
I snickered through my nose. "Kiss and make up?"
He nearly attacked me. "Ohhh- ohh!" he cried. "My ribs!"
I giggled. "Yeah, take care of those ribs!"
"You think it's funny?" He said.
"Well ... don't you?"
Karston thought about it a moment and then he too laughed. "It IS pretty funny, isn't it? Yeah, I'll have to be more careful, I guess. Actually, that wasn't as bad as I thought. What time is it?"
I grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table and looked at it. "It's 1:30. We should probably think about getting up and - "
He got up and retrieved his own phone from his pants pocket. "Coach? Yeah, Karston here. I'm playin' next week! No ... you left that up to me! and so I wanna play! I'll be fine ... yeah. Yeah, it hurts but so what? I know, Coach ... I love me too! Haha! See yah!"
Karston came back to the bed and in the semi-dark and I got another look at his excellent body. A thrill went through me like a bolt of electricity. He climbed directly on top of me and hugged me close like we were before our ... conflagration. Yeah, that's what I'll call it.
When he at first lay on me, we were both boned up almost immediately. Again he lay on me a long time, and his breathing got slow. I opened my mouth.
"Don't worry. I'm still awake. I just wondered if we could do it again ... and we did! This feels so damned good! I almost don't want it to end." His head was turned away from my neck, but then he turned it so his face was buried in my neck. He sighed.
"You ARE relaxed ... well we both are ... ALL of us! We even lost our wood!" I giggled.
"It's okay. I feel that relaxed ... that good just being here with you -- in this position. But ... um ... really ... what was it we were going to do next?"
"We were gonna kiss and make up."
"Oh -- yeah ... well, we seem to have made up -- but we can still kiss ... right?"
"You gotta stop asking permission. Like your coach said, if it feels good, do it!"
He was on top, so he had control of the situation. He kissed me for what seemed like an eternity. It was very sensual and hot as we snuggled in each other's embrace, and kissed each other's faces. Of course our boners were again raging.
"What -- um - what was it we were going to do earlier ... before we got interrupted?" He asked.
"I think you were gonna suck my dick." I said.
"Oh ... yeah! I was wasn't I?" He exuded.
"But I think ... Thaaaaaat ... maybe I should be the first -- to show you ... how it's done -- since you've never."
"Yes! I see that! I wouldn't know what to - " I stopped him with another kiss. "I mean, I wouldn't know - " I did it again.
"Shut up and just let it be!" I said.
I kissed him again then turned us over so I was on top. I kissed his lips again and then his neck and worked down to his titties. He giggled and squirmed as I sucked and nipped at his nipples. I licked down to his navel. He gasped, as I cleaned it out with my tongue. "EW!" He said as I spit the lint on the floor. Next was the head of his dick, which was bouncing just below his navel.
He gave a long high pitched ... but barely audible squeal when I licked it. He started to breath shallowly as I licked up and down and around the shaft. He gave a sharp intake of breath when I sucked one of his testicles into my mouth. Then I sucked in the other ... then both, chomping down on the skin below them.
His hands were all over my head, nervously shaking spastic fingers, as his breath was shallow and quick. Then I engulfed the head. "Mrmrmrm!" He moaned, sounding more like a little boy than the big college football star!
I started to bob and suck and he started the involuntary thrusting, to help me out. He tried to pull out when his time came, but I grabbed his butt and stayed to the end. He muffled his cries, as his body thrusted wildly. His dick barely made it into my throat, but it shot in and down occasionally.
Per my own preference, I stayed there sucking on it long after he got soft.
When I came back up, his mouth was wide open and he was snoring softly. I closed his mouth and turned him over. He didn't wake up.
I learned something that day. I guess I'm a cock sucker ... mostly. I like doing that! Oh, I'll love it when he does it to me ... or when Mike does it to me ... but I like sucking more than being sucked.
And just like Mike ... I did get off. It just wet the sheets deep down in my bed. It would dry.
I lay next to him and pulled him close to me, spooning his back. He woke up momentarily and then went back to sleep. So did I.
"Kye ... Kye-Kye!" Said Kevin tapping on my door. "Mom and Dad just pulled into the driveway."
I flew out of bed and flew into the bathroom with my jeans and wrinkled tee, put them on and got out to lay on one of the recliners before they came into the house.
"Hello, boys!" Said Dad.
"Have you been having fun?" said Mom.
"We were just napping a little. The car woke us up coming in the driveway." Said Kevin.
"Where's your friend?"
"He's in Kyle's room sleeping." Said Kevin.
"Poor kid!" Said dad. "He must be depressed. Not getting to play the rest of the season!"
"Oh, he's playing all right!"? I said.
"Hmh?" Said both Mom and Dad.
"He already called his coach. They left it up to him if we wanted to play." This was news to Kevin too.
"YAY!" He said.
"How did YOU know that, Kyle?"
He called his coach while we were ... um ... um ... while I was ... um ... studying!" I said, feeling like my throat was in my mouth. Kevin had a serious lapse of class as he giggled softly. I don't think they heard it.
"How long has he been asleep?" Said Mom.
"Awhile." Said Kevin. He was always quicker with the comebacks than I!
"We picked up some steaks to barbecue for dinner. He WILL be staying, won't he?" Asked Dad.
"He has nowhere else to go." I said.
"He doesn't have a home?" Said mom.
"His parents are up north -- near Eureka."
"Oh. Yeah, that's a little far to come to watch all his games, I guess." Said Dad.
"His dad didn't even come down for the Stanford game ... IN San Jose." Said Kevin. "It's his step dad." He added as if that was an excuse.
"My God, what's wrong with people these days?" Said my dad.
"Remember what that guest preacher said a couple weeks ago?" Said Mom, as if leading him.
"Oh. Yeah." Said Dad. "Well, I better get the charcoal going. Why don't you go wake your friend up, Kevin. Kyle Why don't you come with me and help me to stoke up the ole' barbecue!
I followed Dad outside and Kevin went toward our room. "Kev?" I said.
"Huh?"
"Maybe you better ... um ... turn on the light so he isn't ... um ... disoriented ... or something." I didn't want Karston thinking my brother was me, waking up in the semi-dark.
"Good plan, Kye! I think I could take him, but you never know what some guys will do waking out of a dead sleep."
"Maybe you can ease him awake." Said Mom.
"Will do, Mommy!" said Kevin, grinning.
As soon as Dad and I got outside, he said, "You mother and I are sure proud of you, Kye."
"Proud of me? Why?"
"Oh, the way you have taken care of Mike and ... even your sweetness to Kevin's friend. We didn't force you to let them sleep in your bed!"
"Ha-ha!" I laughed. "What queer would complain about two hot sexy footballers in his bed?"
"You see? That's what I'm talking about. You're even at ease with ... that! I do love you Boy!" He said. "C'mere."
He extended his arms to me. I advanced and he pulled me into a crunch hug and kissed my neck. "Yes sir, I DO love you ... every bit as much as I do your brother. You know if YOU were playing some kind of sport, I'd be there too!"
"Thanks dad." I said, trying to extricate myself from him.
"What's your hurry, Son. Doesn't this feel good to you?"
"But ... the neighbors ... won't they - "
""IF they are looking ... it's okay to see that a dad loves his son!"
I had to admit to myself, I DID like it! But something seemed contrived.
I stayed in my dad's arms and even lay my head on his shoulder. Then it hit me!
"So," I said, as I snuggled deeper into Dad's neck, "what did that guest preacher talk about a couple weeks ago?"
"We can't get anything past you, can we?" Dad said. "He just told us that we shouldn't ostracize our gay children. Our job is not to judge them ... only to ... as parents ... to love them."
"That's nice, but ... you always did that!"
"I just wanted you to be sure I loved you -- and that I wasn't doing anything to make you think differently, or that you were any less because of your sexuality."
"I like this guy already! Why was he preaching about this subject?"
"Well ... he's with a group that thinks that gayness is caused by family and/or environmental happenings."
"Oh. That's kind of bizarre! That seems ridiculous to me. You didn't do anything to make me gay!"
"Well, the thing that you might like is ... he seems to think that no matter what made you that way ... there's no reason to try to `fix' it".
"I guess I agree with him on that." I said.
We got the charcoal started and then we went back inside. Kevin was sitting in the living room watching ... of course ... a football game! "Hey, Kye! Karston is taking a shower. He was ... um ... sweating a lot, I guess and ... and then he'll get dressed. I gave him some of your pants ... he's more your size than mine ... at least the waist will fit him. Wanna go for a walk?"
It occurred to me that I DID want to say a few choice things to my brother. But I had cooled off considerable from earlier, when I was talking to Karston. We walked down the block. This was his idea so I let him talk first.
"Kye-Kye, I heard you and Karston yelling a little and I came closer and you were talking about ... me! Sorry but ... anyway, I wanted to tell you I am so sorry for telling Karston all that about you. At the time I had not started to think about getting you two together."
"Together? You want to get us together?" I said incredulously.
"I don't mean in that way ... I meant to talk ... to share ideas. Anyway. I sat on the floor in the hallway and I heard everything you said after than and ... sorry again, but ... everything you did. I couldn't see, but I have a good imagination."
"KEV!!" I exclaimed. What the fuck!? Are you jealous?"
"You know that's not - "
"I mean ... I HAVE done that for YOU a time or two, I know but - "
"Kye-Kye, I - "
"Don't call me that when we're arguing!" I said.
"What I wanted to tell you was ... well, maybe I WAS a little jealous. But not really. I heard how passionate you guys were! I could hear Karston ... how he loved what you guys did. I didn't expect you to do that for him, Kye. But ... I think it may have been the best thing that could have happened to him."
"What? I can't believe that you sat there and listened to us, Kev!" I was trying to act serious, angry and indignant, but a little giggle gave me away! "Hee hee! Omigosh! Did you feel like barfing or something?"
"No ... well ... I can't exactly say I was jealous, but ... it kind of turned me on! I mean it's not for me, but hearing the two of you ... well like I said earlier -- why can't girls just wanna have fun with it like that?"
"You keep saying it's not for you, but ... you seem to like it when I take care of you!"
"Well ... what can I say? There's a couple things going on there! First of all, you're my brother, and ... I love you more than anyone else on the planet! Then there's the simple fact that ... well ... a BJ is a BJ! And it feels good no matter who's doin' it! It doesn't hurt that it's the guy I love doing it!"
"That sounded so gay!" I laughed.
"Hmmm ... it did, didn't it?! Ha-ha. Well, you know what I'm saying!"
"Sounds like you like your little brother sucking your dick, but you wouldn't return the favor ... to me!"
"I thought you LIKED it that way!"
"I'm actually okay with it, but ... You mean you never wondered what it would be like to suck a dick?"
"You know me well enough that you know I wouldn't lie to you, Kye, and - ."
"It just doesn't make sense in my mind. Of course in my mind it seems like all guys would like doing it, I mean - "
"Kye-Kye, I didn't say - "
" ... I mean I dunno, I guess you probably think that even gay guys would like sex with a girl too, but it just doesn't work that way, and on an intellectual level I understand that it's the same with you as me ... but you're straight so you don't have the same - "
"Kye! I'm trying to tell you ... I HAVE wondered what it would be like!"
"I guess that you just don't ... um ... wha ... what?" I finally heard what he was trying to tell me. I stopped walking and felt somewhat stunned.
"I think all guys probably wonder what it would be like. I think all guys would suck themselves on a regular basis ... the same as we jack off at every opportunity - "
"Wha -- aaat?" You do that too?" Now he knew I was joking! But I was stalling ... I was still trying to wrap my mind around what he just told me. On one hand, part of my mind was elated at the possibilities of what Kevin said, but another part rebelled and said, "MY BROTHER is NOT GAY! He can't want to do THAT!"
As if he could read my mind (I'm not sure he can't sometimes!) he said, "Kye-Kye -- I am NOT gay ... trust me. But that doesn't mean I don't have a curiosity. And I think most guys do. But whether they admit it or not may be a completely different question. I mean even to themselves.
"I remember when I caught you and Bob a few years ago ... do you remember how long it took for even you to admit that you were gay? I think it's that way for every guy ... when it comes to his sexuality ... it doesn't take much to make him feel threatened.
"But, Kye -- I DON'T feel threatened -- well -- not any more anyway. I am straight ... I like girls. I have sex with them as often as I can ... but it's never enough, so I take care of myself even more often! But anyway, it just occurred to me as we were talking ... I CAN admit that I am curious about what it would be like ... to suck a dick!" He looked around as if checking that no one else might hear that last comment.
"Kev -- you know I'll never tell anyone you told me that!"
"Yeah -- that'd be good -- it's not something that every football player wants his team mates to know about. Maybe the tennis or the golf team, but ... oh get that offended look off your face -- I'm only kidding!
"But Kye, ... I am also pointing out how shallow and silly football players' sexual fears are! They see themselves as so macho and it doesn't take much to get their defenses up. I'll just bet that those guys that attacked Mike were so angry because of their own feelings of inadequacy. And they struck out at your boyfriend ... oops I mean best friend ... to prove something to themselves and ... those they were with."
When he called Mike my boyfriend, it was like a bolt of lightning went through me. I want that so bad I can taste it!
" ... And so, anyway, little brother ... you of course are the one I want to try it out on."
"What ... what if you find out you like it?" I asked, somehow hoping he would reassure me that he probably wouldn't.
"So what if I did? That wouldn't make me gay! It wouldn't even make me bisexual! It would just mean I like to pleasure my little brother, whom at least for now, is the one person in my world who is constant and who I love more than anything or anyone else in the world."
We had walked around our long block and stopped in front of our house. He turned and took me in his arms and gave me a crunch hug. It wasn't exactly tender, but it was ... close enough to feel how excited he was about our coming experiment.
Author's note: Okay all you hornies may now laugh about that last comment about our "coming experiment"!)
We went back into the house and Karston met us at the door. "Man I wish I had a brother like either one of you! I HAVE a brother, but he's 9 years older and he moved out as soon as he could ... around 16 and left the area. He didn't get along with our step-dad at all."
"Kye is my closest friend and at least for now, the one person I know I can rely on for anything." Said Kevin. From his look I was sure he was going to tell Karston how much he loved me ... like he did me a few minutes earlier, but he saved that for just us.
"Yeah, I saw such love between the two of you when you just hugged. I really envy you both!"
I went out to the barbecue with Dad and after dinner Kevin and Karston drove back to UCLA.
"That Karston boy seems kind of sad in a way, doesn't he?" Said my mom.
"Did he?" Said Dad.
"Well, he seemed happy to be here with our boys, but he seems like he is almost desperate for a friend. You boys must have made quite an impression on him. I think he wants to come back."
"He lives alone on the weekends there at the on-campus housing. It's too far to go home ... not that he wants to that badly anyway." I said.
"That's sad! Well, you just tell him he's welcome here any time!" Mom said. "That kind of gave you a break from Mike, didn't it, Dear?"
"I -- what? A break? Well, maybe it gave him a break from me!" I said.
"It's just that your life seems to have been consumed with helping him the past few weeks."
"He's my best friend." I said. "I don't need a break from him."
"I just thought - "
"We both love being with each other. But we both thought that he should spend some time with his parents. You know that they are only together until he gets better."
"That's so sad. Why can't people get along? It seems that couples today are so - "
"They get along quite well, actually." I said.
"Oh?"
"Tommy is like me, Mom. He and Bette just think that they both want and need someone who will be more ... compatible ... in that way."
"I guess you might understand that more than your mother and I," said Dad. "I'm glad you were born in a day when that is more accepted. In our day you would have been ostracized ... if anyone knew. Oh! That's probably why Mike's dad even married in the first place."
"I don't think he even knew he was gay back then." I said. "They were only 16 when she got pregnant with Mike. They decided to marry and raise him."
"That seems like it might be confusing to Mike."
"It probably has been." I said
IT PROBABLY IS!
"Hiya Bud! How did your day with Carson go?"
"It's Karston, and it was good enough. He and Kevin just left a little while ago."
"Oh yeaaaah -- I forgot that Kevin was there too. Are they pretty good friends?"
"Pretty good." I said.
It was at that moment that it occurred to me that Mike was actually jealous of Karston! After I told him that Kevin was there, he was much more relaxed ... even on the phone I could tell.
"How are you doing on your assignments? When do you think you'll be ready to go back to classes?"
"I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for that!" he laughed. "So ... You gonna pick me up in the morning?"
"You're joking right?"
"I wish I weren't. No, there's no way yet. Maybe next week! But you WILL be here tomorrow afternoon ... right?"
"Of course! Horses couldn't keep me away, Mikey!"
"Haha! I could hear the grin in that! I sure love you, Kye!"
"Yeah ... me too~!" I said, because Mom and Dad were right beside me in the living room.
"Okay -- well -- see you tomorrow, huh?"
"Yup. Bye."
"He didn't want you to come by tonight, Huh?" Asked my dad.
"Um -- no -- I don't think so."
"Well, just from hearing one side of your conversation, I think he does. I really like Mike. Maybe you should go see him."
"Wow!" I said. "Maybe YOU should go see him!" I laughed.
"I would but ... he's YOUR best friend!" Dad said with a droll smile. "If it were me ... I'd just drop in. If he really doesn't need any help, you can just exchange some energy - "
"Your father means a hug!" Said MOM.
" -- yeah and ... then come home, knowing you did all you could."
"Kyle!" Said Bette, answering the door. "I'm glad you're here. Mike has been kind of depressed today."
"Oh? I just talked to him and he didn't seem - "
"Oh -- so he knows you're here?"
"No, that was on the phone. I decided to surprise him."
"Trust me, Kyle, that'll be one welcome surprise!" He's watching the new TV We bought him for his room.
I went directly to Mike's room. The door was closed and I opened it carefully. It was dark and the TV was muted. He was on the phone. When the door opened he looked my way. I opened it more and stuck my head it. His whole countenance seemed to light up.
"Hey -- listen, I have someone who came to see me ... I'd probably better go. Yeah. Okay ... tomorrow morning would be great. Uh huh! Okay, me too. Bye Les."
I heard the "me too" and wondered ...
"Kye! I didn't expect to see you tonight!" He started to get up but fell back and groaned. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to the fact that I just can't move around like I'd like to!"
"That's why God gave ME legs ... and a car ... to come to you, Mikey!"
I kneeled by his face, so he didn't have to crane his neck up so far. "You always know what I need." He said. "I didn't want to ask, but I'm glad you're here."
"Oh? Are you needing something right now?" I said with a certain evil tone of voice.
"Oh God, Kye! I always need that! But I think ... you know ... I need to -- um -- NOT -- do that for a time. you know?"
"Yeah. I remember."
"If it makes you feel better, I really reeeeaaly want it! But I just ... better not." I could tell he was fighting with his will power.
"Pretty horny huh?"
He grinned. "I don't know what I did to deserve a pal like you, but whatever ... I'm happy you're mine!"
That sent a shot of something to my nether regions!
"Do you need any help with your studies? That's the `official' reason for my visit."
"I'm sorry I can't give you what you want ... and truly what I want to give you. But give me some time." His slurring was almost gone.
"So you're calling her `Les' now, huh? That must be a good sign!"
"Yeah and ... she's calling me ... (UGH!!) Mikey!"
"Oh! I didn't realize you didn't like that! Sorry!"
"NOoooo! I LIKE it when YOU call me it! No one else."
We talked about several other inane things and I thought I'd stayed long enough. "I better go."
"I wish you were staying!" He said.
"All it takes is a call to my parents."
"No -- you go home, Bud. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. See you!" I started to walk out.
"HEY!" He said.
"Huh?" I turned around. "Who said you could go without a hug?" I ran to his bed and fell (carefully, mind you!) on top of him. We hugged as close as possible with casts and braces. He clung to me for a long time. When he let me go, his eyes were shining, then he pulled me back down once more and said, "I do love you Kyle Tragg!" in my ear, then kissed my neck.
Notes: I wonder who it's hardest for. At least Kye is "getting some" elsewhere, huh? Comments are welcome, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve