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 Wills-- Old best friend. Jorge, Ron, -- New friends
Brian, Barry -- nurses.
Karston -- Kevin's Friend
Leslie -- Mikes new girlfriend
From Chapter 15:
"I wish you were staying!" Mike 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.
Chapter 16
When I got home, I didn't exactly get grilled on my visit with Mike, but I wondered if Mom and Dad were beginning to put two and three together ... and coming out with four ... and assuming that Mike and I were more than just best friends. "Oh, by the way, Bob ... well, Bobby ... came over while you were at Mike's house."
"What'd he want?" I asked.
I don't know, but he seemed disappointed you were gone.
It was only 8:25, so I said, "I'll pop over and see what he wants."
I ran across the street. As soon as I knocked, Bobby opened the door and pushed past me, saying, "Lets go to the park!" He looked more skinny than I'd ever seen him.
We walked pretty fast, and he told me that HIS step dad was demanding that he move out. "Why?" I asked.
"Oh .. yah know ... I can't blame him for that, really. I mean, I hate his ass, man, but I ain't going to school er nothin', and he just wants me out of the house. You know ... I'm not exactly pulling my weight."
"What're you gonna do?" I asked. "Where're you gonna go?"
"Not sure yet. I should `a been gone last year, at least, anyway. Been thinkin' about findin' a roomy. I know you got it sweet there at home, so I won't be buggin' you. I just wanted to talk, yah know? Sometimes it just helps ... talkin'."
"Have you decided yet ... which way you hang?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, man ... definitely to the left!" He giggled. "Whattaya mean?"
"Are you gay ... or straight?"
"Oh ... that! Heh, I ain't done nothin with no one in so long ... it's hard to remember what it's like. I dunno ... I could prolly go either way ... yah know? You know about that, don'tcha?"
"N-n-not exactly. Bob ... you know I'm gay ... right?"
"I knew you liked that stuff ... well obviously I did too. And ... I prolly still would. But I dig chicks too ... yah know? I'll prolly just see who I hook up with and go with that. It don't matter much for now. Just someone ta hang with yah know?"
"How long's it been since ... I mean ... don't you get ... um ... horny?"
"Naw ... not too much. Did you notice how skinny I am?"
"Er ... yeah, but - "
"I did that on purpose. I read somewhere online that if you lose weight, more of your dick sticks out ... I mean it makes sense, don't it? Well, so I figures with my already-longer-than-usual pud ... and with my used-to-be beer gut ... I could gain a-inch er so, anyway. DUDE! I stopped the beer and all the other fat stuff ... and I got me 3 more inches! I got 10 inches a-skinny dick. You remembers how skinny it is ... you used ta swallow it with no problem ... remember?"
"I remember!" I said, and unconsciously rubbed myself!
"Anyway ... a-hah! -- you're remeberin' now aint'tcha? Hee-hee! I kinda also started doin limberin' up exercises ... an' now I kin suck it down my own throat! Wha'd I need anyone else for? Haha!"
"Omigosh!" I laughed. Kev and I were just talking about that this afternoon!"
"You and Kevin were talkin' about my long skinny pud?"
"NO! Ha-ha! We were talking about how ... if a guy could just suck himself, he wouldn't need anyone else."
"Oh! Ha-ha!" He laughed. "Well, I never really thought about it, but that seems to be what's happened with me!" He said. then he said, "Oh ... ha-ha-ha! You can't stop rubbin yerself, can you? Ha-ha! Gittin' a little horny are yah?"
"I can't imagine not ... um ... not connecting with another guy ... or person, though, Bobby! Don't you ever get lonely?"
"I never think much about it. I guess I kinda jus' got used to it."
"So ... besides me ... who have you ... um ... played with?"
"Besides you? Ummm -- not much, I guess. I mean, after you went to Cerritos and all, I dunno, I felt kinda ... I dunno ... dumb, I guess. An' - "
"Oh, Bobby! I hope I didn't make you think - "
"It dit'n have nothin' ta do with you, Kye! I might go back ta school some day. I jis' had enough jis' dealin' with my step-dad an' stuff! I jis' wanted a break I dated ... you know ... a couple girls I met in bars, after high school. No one ever asked for my I.D."
"You always looked a lot older."
"Anyways, alls I hadda do was dance with `em and when they felt what's in here," He said grabbing himself, "I dit'n hafta do anything else. They just almos' dragged me to their car!"
"How about other guys? How many other guys have you - "
"Aw, Kye! There was only one other guy ... an' he wasn't you -- that's fer sure! You bein' 2 years younger an' all ... you just seemed to love suckin' the most."
"That wasn't because I'm younger. And ... huh? I thought you were only a year ahead of me!"
"I WAS in school. I was kept back in 5th grade. Fucked up too much. That was when ma left my dad. Then Ass Hole moved in. I never had any trouble getting' shit to smoke! I was fucked up almos' always, from 5th grade ta graduation."
"No SHIT!" I exclaimed. "I never knew that! As far as I knew, Kevin didn't know either. He'd have told me."
"I was ashamed. I hated that I needed that shit to cope. I gave it up too, when I lost the weight. It was the only way I could do it. I'd get too hungry when I was fucked up ... you know?"
"I've heard that."
"You're such a good kid! You're the closest thing I ever had to a brother or even best friend. You were always nice to me. The other kids made fun of me."
"I didn't know you had it so bad now, Bobby" I said soberly. "I guess my parents did. They were saying yesterday how they felt bad that you had to put up with what you have."
"They were always nice to me too. And Kevin. Only once did we ever have a run-in."
"What? You and Kevin had a fight?"
"Not exactly a fight. He just found me alone one day and threatened me if I ever harmed you he'd make me pay for it big time! I told him I loved you and it wouldn't occur to me ta do anything bad to yah! That's kind a why I stopped comin' over though. I was afraid that I might give you some kind a disease or somethin'."
"Did you have anything?"
"Nope! Never did! But those girls I was talkin' about ... they was pretty slutty!"
"And how long has it been since you've been with anyone else?"
"Since a few months after graduation." He said, rubbing himself.
"Now who's getting horny?" I giggled. I felt like we were back in junior high!
"I was jis' kind a picturin' you and me back then. Remember when Kev found us that first time. He was so cool about it! He just very nicely told me to go out the window. A-course you've grown a lot since then. Well, so have I ... in several ways!" He said, again rubbing himself and giggling. "Well fuck me!" He exclaimed. "You prob'ly wanna see me do myself don't you?"
"Well, I uh -- I dunno about -- um -- that is -- you don't have to -- um - "
"Well, now, if I HAD to do it, it would be much fun, would it? An' I wouldn't for jis' anyone. But you're special, ain'tcha?"
"Where ... where ... where would we go?" I said, again rubbing my crotch unconsciously.
"I KNEW you'd want to! We can go to MY house!"
"But your parents!"
"Hah! Mom'd be glad ta see you and Ass Hole'll be drunk! We can go to my room! Shit yeah! This'll almos' be like old times huh?"
We never made it to the park. He grabbed me and almost dragged me back with him ... not that I resisted all that much! I wanted to see his trick!
"An' Ass Hole'll hafta at least act halfway decent with you there! Hee hee!"
"Kyle!"
"Hi, Mrs. Wills." I said. At least that was her name before bobby's dad left. She didn't correct me.
"How nice to see you ... well I mean besides just waving across the street. You were always my favorite of all Bobby's friends!" She smiled sweetly, showing decaying teeth.
"The kid never HAD any other friends!" said (I really never knew any other name besides "Ass Hole!") Bobby looked supremely hurt and embarrassed.
"You be nice, Ass hole!" She barked at him. I about dropped a load right then and there.
"Come see my room." Bobby said, trying to brush off his step dad's insult.
"Take a good look," Said Ass Hole, "It won't be his room much longer!"
"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Ass Hole ... er YOU won't have a room here much longer either!" said Mrs. Wills. He muttered something else and closed his eyes.
"You boys have fun!" She said, as if we were still 12 and 14.
As soon as we got in his room and the door was locked, he said, "Well, lemme see what you got!" He flipped on his CD player and turned it up medium loud, and then ...
He wasn't the least shy! He stepped to me and in two seconds dropped my pants. I was embarrassed be extremely turned on.
"Hmm ... not bad ... about the same as I last saw it. Nothin' ta sneeze at ... as my gran-pap used to say." He felt it and it was already half hard. It almost sprang to attention! "MMM -- nice! Yes -- very nice! Brings back sweet memories!" he put his fingers to his nose! "OMIGOD! It still smells the same!" He said and grabbed his pants where his own growing package was stowed.
"Okay ... your turn!" I said.
He smiled seductively and agonizingly slowly, opened his pants and pulled them down. It was still pointed down his leg, but as soon as he got clear of it, it sprang up and out to reveal every bit of the 10 inches he bragged about ... maybe more!
His hip bones stuck out and his ribs were very defined. That made the size of his dick even seem longer ... I think!
"Close your mouth, Homey! I know you want it!" he whispered, then giggled. "But ... me first. I promised! Watch and drool!"
He lay down on his back on his bed, He kicked off his pants ... there were no under pants ... then he supported his butt with his hands and lifted it up and over his head, his feet going almost to the wall. Then his dick slipped right into his mouth. He hummed and slurped and it seemed to just grow further inside his mouth. He started to stroke it with his head, making it go in and out slowly. He couldn't get all the way to his pubes. But he swallowed it down about 5 inches!
I wasn't even aware that I was stroking my own to his rhythm. He stopped, pulled out and said, I can do that for you, if you want to finish up here. I KNOW you want to!
I couldn't say no to that! I got on the bed and since his dick wasn't tight to his tummy, it was easy to suck it down from the top, that way he had easy access to mine. He jacked it in time with my strokes.
I easily buried my nose in his scrotum, which also had an excess of skin. His whole length just slipped halfway down my throat with each bob. I was swallowing ... this time not so much to ease the discomfort of a dick in my throat ... it was pretty easy with his skinny dick. That came back to me as easily as my smell did to him!
He started to moan a little and I wasn't as close, so I started to thrust into his hand as he stroked. He got it and went faster, then engulfed it with his mouth. That actually sped us both up and in moments we were both bucking and moaning, drowned out by the loud rock music coming from his record payer.
We both swallowed every drop! He let mine slip out and said, "Man! I forgot how sweet your jizz was! I'm afraid mine isn't like that ... kind of bitter in comparison."
He was completely spent and soft and it was still hanging down my throat. I could even breath! I just kept sucking and swallowing.
"It won't come back this soon, Kye ... may as well spit it out."
I did. "I wasn't doing that to make you cum again, but that would have been okay!" I said. And as far as your taste ... I can taste it a little, but most all of it went directly to my tummy! That was fun!"
"I forgot how good it feels to have your nose buried in my nuts! Thanks for doing that, Kye! I like doing myself, but you do it better than any of those skanks I let do it."
"Oh! They sucked your dick?" I said. "I figured they'd what it in the other end!"
"Oh, they did that too, but they just wanted to see how it felt to try to swallow all of it. Only two could actually do it. NONE of them were as good as you! That's because they was doin' it for themselves. You were doin' it for me!"
"I was, Bobby. I was really getting off over your excitement ... your wild orgasm."
"Well now that you got a taste for it, maybe we kin get together once in awhile ... if you wanted."
"Maybe." I said, having the feeling that I might never do this again.
"But ... it's not that important, Kye. You're my best friend. Now I'd just bore you. Don't look like that. I know you have other friends. Ass Hole is right. You ARE my only friend. Don't feel like you have ta do anything else. It was great ta just see you ... that's all I wanted when I came over. This was just like icing on the cake. Hell -- it was the whole cake!" He chuckled.
"I better go, Bobby. Thanks for ... for ... "
"I know ... and no ... thank YOU! I'll always remember the times we had ... and now I can add this to it! You're the best, Kye ... the best!"
I came back home feeling a little guilty. I said good night to the parents and went to my room.
I thought about what just happened. The more I thought about it, the more I figured out I didn't need to feel guilty at all. I didn't do anything unsafe. Bobby was clean! I was only making an old friend's life more bearable for a time. I felt more love for Bobby than I ever had before. And I was not tied to anyone! I didn't owe anyone my fidelity. The nagging feeling I had just dissipated altogether and I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
The only thing I thought about as I got more and more drowsy was that I would maybe have a struggle with telling my brother. I just HAD to tell him about Bobby's special talent! (Yawn!) I wanted to see it again! I would have been happy just watching him ... which was our initial purpose for going in the bedroom. I KNOW that Bobby didn't have any ulterior motive in getting me in there! He wasn't that clever! If anything, I would have been the one ... I knew I was super turned on ... that's why I started touching myself! Yes ... Kevin would have to know. Maybe he and I would visit Bobby together! Maybe even Karston could ... zzzz...
"That must be SOME dream, Little Brother!"
I WAS dreaming ... about me and Bobby ... then he was Mike ... then it was Tommy. All of this made perfect sense to me except when Kevin showed up. That's when I knew it was a dream. After all I knew he left with Karston to back to UCLA earlier.
"Kye-Kye! What're you mumbling about?" Said my brother's voice again. Then he shook my shoulder.
"Huh? What? What ... er - why ... er - why're you here?" I said, finally knowing I was awake but bewildered.
"We had to come back. We left all our football gear on the back porch. What were you dreaming about?"
"It was all mixed up. What ... what ... time is it?"
"It's 11:30, but we needed our stuff."
"You keep saying we."
"Yeah, Karston's with me. He's just out in the living room. If it's okay, he wants to say something to you."
"I'll be right there!" I said.
"Can't he come in here?"
"I -- I -- guess."
Kevin left and I sat up and shook my head trying to get some of the cobwebs out of my brain. Karston came in and Kevin shut my door and stayed out.
"Hi, Kyle."
"Hi Karston. What's up?"
He pushed me back down on the bed and lay next to me.
"I just can't stop thinking about what we did earlier." Said Karston. "It had awoken something in me that I never knew existed. I realize now that I was only somewhat suspicious that I might be gay. I actually wanted to be, but I wasn't too sure. Now I am sure this is what I want. I guess I just wanted to tell you ... since we were coming back here anyway. And to thank you for being so straight (heh, pardon the expression) and upfront with me. If you are okay with it, I want to be great friends with you."
All the time I was listening to him, my mind was replaying all we did and all we said to each other earlier. "Do you think that will work for you?"
"Huh?! Oh! Yeah ... why not ... I mean ... of course. Um -- sorry, I just woke up from a very sound sleep/"
"It's okay. Don't think I'm coming on to you ... but I don't want to rule that out either ... okay?"
"I -- um -- g ... yes! Of course ... of course!"
"Good. Should we seal our agreement in some significant way?"
"Um -- well -- um -- you mean you want to shake on it.?"
"I guess that'd be okay, but I was thinking more like sealing it with a kiss."
"Oh!" I said. "Okay!"
He climbed on top of me again ... fully clothed ... and again he laid there and relaxed deeply. I wasn't going to ask him again if he was asleep ... he already got me on that twice. After about five minutes, Kevin came back in.
"Oh! Sorry! I thought we should get started back." He whispered.
Karston didn't budge. "Are you guys asleep?"
"I'm not." I said. "Go back out and I'll send him out in a minute.
"Okay."
"Karston. KARSTON? I said shaking him.
"Wha -- huh? What ... what??!!"
"You fell asleep."
"Ohhhhh! Um -- oh! Um -- okay. Well, it just feels so good here I guess I didn't want to leave. Bye."
He started to get up. "Did you forget why you laid on top of me?"
"I guess I did. I'm such a goober sometimes. But it feels so good here!" he kissed me ... this time very deeply and passionately. "See you next weekend?"
"Aren't you going to be at an away game?"
"Just down in San Diego. Can you come?"
"Let me see what's going on. I'll call you ...K?"
He carefully got off me and went to the door. He opened it and looked back. "I really could get used to that~!" and he closed my door. ннннн
When I got to Mike's, the next day after school, Leslie met me at the door. "Hi Leslie." I tried not to act cold, but it's how I felt.
"Hello, Kyle." She wasn't even trying. I think she suspected something. "Mikey's asleep at the moment. I wouldn't want to wake him. Tell him I had to go and that ... I love him ... too!" She gave me an almost superior look. Or at least that's how I perceived it.
"Yeah, Mike's sweet that way." I said. "It's just the way he likes to leave everyone!"
Her look was at once almost panicky, then she caught herself, with a look as if to say ... you almost had me going! She gave me a smug smile and left out the door.
Her perfume was very sweet and flowery. I shook my head to try to rid my senses of it. I went into Mike's room. The TV was playing low. I turned it off, removed my shoes and I climbed on the bed next to him. I lay my head on the other pillow. There swas already be an indentation there. Then I smelled it. I could detect her perfume on his pillow. My stomach turned over. I felt like barfing. But I didn't.
Mike was on the one side that he was comfortable on ... and that was facing where she had been. Of course it also faced where I was. I watched his face and memorized each curve and feature on his face. He must have been dreaming some thing nice, because there was a slight smile.
I never noticed his ever so slight dimples ... which probably, had I been more observant were a lot deeper when his smile was big. Normal guys just don't notice that kind of detail whether gay or straight. We aren't built that way. But ask a girl what her boyfriend looks like ... or Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or Johnny Depp ... and she will give you a detailed description of every contour of their face! We of the machismo sex will notice that he (or she) is hot or ugly.
I turned over on my back and tried to picture his face in my imagination. I couldn't think of anything less than a broad smile. But details escaped me. I wondered if Mike cared if I took that much notice of his looks. Or ... that she probably does. I can describe how his cut penis is smooth, silky and is a perfect fit for my hand ... or mouth ... and how my virgin butt contracts and itches, when I think of what his wood might feel like sliding in and out. I have hope!
"Your face almost looks light it's lighted from within!"
I shook my head, rolled over and looked at him. He had awakened and was now watching me! I couldn't remember a lot of detail when I wasn't looking directly at him, but now I could see sleepy eyes and a look of pure love that made ... first my tummy ... then my whole body ... feel a deep hunger.
"Hi." I said almost dreamily.
"You were about to go to sleep, weren't you, Kye-Kye." He almost whispered. "Go ahead and close your eyes. I'll go see what's in the fridge for us."
I shook my head. "No! I didn't come over here to let you wait on me!"
"I've got to do SOMETHING! I'm laying here getting weaker. So you see? You'd be doing me a service by letting me serve you!"
I thought about protesting some more, but saw the obvious logic. I again rolled over on my back. I closed my eyes. I felt him struggle to get off the bed. I felt like crying and laughing for joy all at once. As he hobbled to the door, I didn't even have to think about it ... it just came out naturally: "God, I love you!"
Mike turned slowly and came back, the look on his face either of determination, concentration or pain ... or more likely all three. "That's the first time you told me that ... first. It feels good"
I thought about what he said. He was right: every time I said it, it was ... I love you TOO! Something else guys don't usually think about. Obviously he had been!
I turned back on my side, and looked into his eyes. They were filled with mirth. Mine were filled too ... but it was a little wetter than mirth. "I'm sorry." I said simply. "I have been afraid to tell you how I really feel."
"And ... in what universe did you think I was living ... that I wouldn't already know this? We're best friends, Kye. I kind of assumed that you loved me. But I didn't want you to assume the same ... so I told you. But it feels great to hear you tell me ... the same.
"How ... how ... do you feel about Leslie?"
"I haven't known her long enough to feel that kind of love, if that's what you're talking about."
I wanted to shout to the world how much I loved this boy! I scrunched up the pillow a little to support me head. "Oh Gosh, Kye! That pillow has her stink all over it! I'm sorry! She wears way too much of that crap! I'm just glad I'm not allergic! I may tell her that I might be ... just to get her to lighten up on it. I little of that shit goes a long way!"
Then he did something that almost startled me. His casted leg shuddered across the floor, as he lowered himself back down on the bed. He leaned in and kissed my lips.
When I responded just a little he warmed it up even more and he swung his other leg up and over me and was lying on top of me. He kissed me with as much passion as I figured his had. "If it was a contest between you and Leslie ... you'd win hands down, Kye. She can't kiss half as good as you ... or I'm open to the possibility that her kisses just don't do as much for me!"
He looked almost pained ... certainly apologetic ... as he said, "I may have to try some others, Kye! I really do want a family, but if they can't do at least that to me ... I'm not so sure I can deal with it. I'm sorry to have to put you through this. Not only you, but my dad! He knows that you are waiting for me. It's not fair to either of you!"
"But," I countered, "Each of us loves you so much we want your happiness first, Mike. I'll get by."
"And that, my friend, is why you're so easy to love and what makes this whole quest hard."
He rolled off me and struggled again to get up. I popped up and across the bed and pulled him up. "I'm not that sleepy now!" I said. "Let's go to the kitchen together."
I grabbed his good arm and started to support his weight. "No, Kye! I've got to do this one my own. Please don't be impatient with me. Just go to the kitchen and wait for me ... by the time I get there, You can give me a congratulatory hug!"
I did as he asked and when he got to me he collapsed into my arms, his face wet with sweat. "Congratulations, Mikey!" I said. He grinned.
"Maybe after lunch ... and after we do some studying ... of course ... you can help me out ... like you have been?"
There was no doubt that I knew what he was talking about. I didn't want to remind him that he earlier had wanted to put that on hold. He had a mind of his own, didn't he?! Still ...
"I think someone's hormones are trying to override his will!" I said.
"You're right ... I am feeling pretty horny. But you're wrong about my will. I've thought about this all day. Leslie kisses me ... but it's nothing like your kisses. She has jacked me off a time or two, as well. She even sucked on it a little but not enough to get me off. She seems grossed out by the whole idea. So it's not just a case of horns. You just know what I need. Believe me, when I am able, I am gonna prove to you that I am as well. Can I tell you something?"
"Silly question!" I answered.
After we ate lunch, he again got thoughtful. "I really don't mind sucking you! I have no desire to do that to any other guy, but you ... you're not just any other guy ... you're my best friend! And there is a certain satisfaction ... a high really ... that I feel when I can make you feel that good. Does that make sense to you? Does that make me gay?"
"I -- I -- don't know. I guess not. I just ... um ... I dunno! It would make you ... at LEAST ... a very open minded straight guy! Maybe that's what they call a metrosexual!"
"Maybe that's how I'll feel with ... with ... a girl someday. Maybe the high of getting her off is all I need! Somehow, I don't think that's gonna happen with Leslie. She's a nice enough girl, but she just ... she just ... doesn't -- um -- do it for me. And really ... as much as she seems to want it ... I don`t think I do it for her either. There HAS to be SOMEONE out there that I can do that for ... make them crazy ... like you can do to me!"
"Oh ... there IS SOMEONE!" I thought! But it was more like I felt it!
"Shall we?" He said, almost shocking me out of my thoughts. He was holding up a book!
I got out my notes and the notes I got from the TA in his other class that day. I helped him with the ones that I took, and we studied independently for an hour or so.
"Hey Bub!" came the familiar voice of Tommy. "Are you two studs ready for some dinner?"
"Shit ... we didn't ... I mean ... " started Mike.
"What?" Said Tommy.
"Um -- um -- um -- we didn't -- um -- we haven't quite finished our, um, homework!"
"You can do that after dinner can't you?" Said Tommy. "Your mother asked me to pick up something from KFC for all of us. She should be here a pretty soon. She said not to wait for her. The food's in the kitchen!"
"Yeah ... we can eat now. What we had to do may have to wait `til tomorrow. But we can do that." Said Mike.
"Maybe you can stay here tonight ... is that a possibility, Kyle?" asked Tommy. "I don't need to be at the club until 10:30 tomorrow. I can make you guys breakfast in the morning if you want."
"Mom? I'm gonna stay here at Mike's tonight." I told my mom. "Yeah, we have some stuff we have to go over after dinner. Okay, Mom. You're welcome ... I love you too! Bye!"
"See how easy that was?" I said.
"Isn't being an adult cool?" Laughed Tommy. "You get to TELL your mom you're not coming home ... instead of asking!"
"They just want to know so they don't worry. As far as I'm concerned, I'm 19 now and they still let me live at home ... well as long as I still go to school, anyway ... So it's a small thing to let them know so they don't worry."
"Yeah, that's what separates you and Mike from the rest. You are considerate of others. Many guys your age would just say it's none of their parents business where and when they come and go. Heh, I probably would have been one of those if I'd still been at home at your age. I like to think I've learned a few things since then!"
"You've definitely learned a few things!" Said Bette coming in the back door. "Oh good, you got the KFC! I had a long day, kids. It's gonna be great just to eat the food and throw away the packaging!"
"I'm sure a couple pounds of grease won't hurt us once in awhile!" Joked Tommy.
After dinner we watched a couple sitcoms with Tommy and Bette.
"Didn't you guys have some junk you wanted to take care of before going to sleep?" Mike started to choke when his dad said that. "You okay, Son?"
"Yeah ... guess some saliva started to go down the wrong tube!"
"Well, you're mom and I are tired ... maybe we'll let you guys turn off the TV and lock up tonight."
"Sure Dad." Said Mike. He smiled at me. Obviously it would be me who did the locking up!
"And maybe Kyle won't mind helping you with your bath, Honey." She said, but looked at me.
"I'm sure I can handle it." I barely heard Mike snort.
When we got into his room, Mike started to giggle. "OMYGOSH! Are you gonna take care of my junk?"
"Yeah, if you think I can handle it!"
"We'll find out when you help me with my bath!"
"You're parents are priceless!"
"Yeah, I suppose. But what I know is that they know what they are saying! They're teasing us!"
"They're very cool parents." I said.
I helped him out of his pajamas ... which is what he wore most of the time since coming home from the hospital. "You're bruises are getting less and less. Let's see under here. Yeah, even the bruising around your nuts is getting better."
He giggled as I fondled his scrotum ... of course just to see the damage. "Does that hurt?" I said, gently squeezing them together. "I think that you may need a special wash on these!" I said and I sucked one into my mouth and lolled it around with my tongue.
"Yeah, Those need to be clean ... I think a friend may be chewing on them later ... !"
I "cleaned" the other one in like manner. Mike reached out and locked the bathroom door and ... flipped on their noisy exhaust fan to cover his own moans. I got undressed and then pulled him in to an energy hug. He buried his face in my neck, and kissed it. "You're something else, Kye." I returned to my former position. "Oooohhhh yeeeeaaahhh! That's ... um ... oh! Now?" I had enclosed his entire boned up piece in my mouth, and down my throat. "That's what I'M talkin' about~!" He said.
I started to bob and weave, swallowing hungrily each time I reached his pubes. He started a low whimper. "I'm ... I'm ... I'm gonna cum pretty quick!" He warned me. From experience, he knew I'd want to swallow it. He had propped himself up against the shower wall and locked his knees.
He quashed most of his groans and moans, but some had to be heard! When he blew the contents of his gonads into my throat, I swallowed as fast as I could, which made him whimper like a little boy.
His knees were wavering, like any minute they might buckle. If not for the cast on one leg, they might have! He kept lightly stroking and tapping on my head with the ends of his fingers, to be able to stand the intensity of what I was causing to happen deep inside him.
When he was finished, I was content to stay on my knees, sucking and nibbling on the flaccid flesh in my mouth. I cupped his butt cheeks in my hands and closed my eyes for a few moments, breathing hot air on his pubes. He whimpered some more.
When I was ready, I got up and kissed him. He pulled me in as hard as his one good arm would let him and kissed me more ferociously than ever before. "Kye, Babe, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world. You are my best ... Everything!" he said, looking deep into my wet eyes.
Then he giggled and added. "And whatever you use to freshen your breath ... it doesn't work! That's about the nastiest ... and sexiest breath I ever tasted!" He giggled again. "You smell like pure sex!"
"I'm glad you like it, Sweethe - " I was going to say sweetheart! It just came out. I stopped and said, " ... uuuhhm ... Mike! Sweet Mike! You are the sweetest guy I have ever met! And ... I love you too."
"Kye-Kye -- when am I ever going to get you off?"
"See that stuff on the floor?" I said. "It ain't yours!"
"Still ... I'll get even ... if it's in the middle of the night some time!"
"How many times do I have to tell you - "
"I know ... you get what you need just getting me off ... well, that's obvious by your own reaction there on the floor! But I want to know WHILE I'm doing it! Does that make sense? I want to have the feeling that you have -- that elation of having done something wonderful for the one I love!"
"The one he loves?" I repeated over and over to myself, as I sponged him off and washed everything carefully for him. He could have reached at least to do his genitalia, but he let me do it ... and he was enjoying it! I wanted to lick the hair up inside his arm pits, but that seemed maybe a little too "gay" for a straight guy.
We went to bed, and he had time to come down a bit from his sexual high, he said, "Those things I said ... while I was flying from my orgasm ... Don't ever think I didn't mean them! You are like the brother I never had." When he was tired, his speech patterns got more frayed and his slurring sounded almost drunk.
He continued, "I like to think that my brother and I would have been that close. I like to think that you and Kevin are that close. But ... that's your business. I DO love you ... like I said ... more than anything or anyone in the world." He said sleepily, and then, fell silent, his hand warning my cheek.
I turned onto my back and scooted closer. I thought over and over, "for the one I love!" I turned my back to him and nestled as much as I could into his form, he seemed to be asleep, but his casted arm came carefully over my body and rested on my hip. He breathed softly in to the back of my neck, than kissed it. "G'night Sweetheart." He slurred. "Betcha you thought I didn't catch that!"
I fell slowly asleep, trying to make sense of everything that happened in the past couple days.
Notes: I think Mike is falling more and more for Kye! I KNOW Kye is with Mike! Time ... and fate ... and God .. (in this case that would be my subconscious!) only know. Comments are always welcome ... to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve