Kyle's Out-Coming
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
From Chapter 18:
When we were snuggled together under the covers, my brother said, "That's twice you've gotten me off in as many nights. Your turn, Kye! What'll it be ... my mouth or my butt?"
"Kev ... you're not gay ... you don't have to - "
"Wasn't it you who told me that if you had to it wouldn't mean as much?"
I didn't say anything, so he dove under the covers. I was so surprised and shy ... at the thought of my big brother doing this that I was completely limp. It didn't take much sucking and munching to reverse that phenomenon!
He got me off quickly and then said, "You GOTTA try this!" And as if he thought I'd never done it, he kissed me and gave me most of it back. "Isn't that awesome, Kye? Tastes like pure sex, doesn't it?" We fell asleep in each other's embrace
Chapter 19
I knew I was dreaming and didn't want to wake up. The dream was erotic ... I mean after going to sleep after my brother ... well you get the idea! But it wasn't only Kevin. It was Kevin, Mike and me ... and ... I dunno – maybe the fourth guy was Bobby ... or was it Karston? It was impossible to know who was doing what to whom. It was like guilty pleasure. No maybe not a bad guilty ... more like eating too much strawberry shortcake. It felt good, it felt somehow right and wrong at the same time and like the guilty pleasure of eating too much, since I knew it was only a dream, I knew it would all go away when I woke up. And I WAS waking up.
It was like an echo in my head. "Kye," he whispered a couple times. I hugged his arm and tried to say, "Not yet, Kevvy", but it came out a moan.
"Okay, sleep in a little, Kye-kye. Sorry to - "
I snuggled in his embrace. "It's okay," I started, I was just dreaming about ... um ... I can't remember, but it was hot!"
"You and Mike?"
"You were there too."
I felt his boner throb. "Really? I feel so honored to be in your dreams. What were we - "
"I wish I could remember. I could write it down and ... geez, what if someone found what I wrote!"
"What would it matter? You could change the names and no one would know who it was. If you COULD remember what we were doing, what do you think ... um ... can you imagine what it would be?" His bone flexed a couple more times.
I giggled and grabbed it and squeezed it. Kevin gasped. "I don't know if it's that I love my little brother so much or if I could maybe be a little bisexual."
He said it so naturally – so easily – I was momentarily stunned. "Kevin, how can you be so – so – um – I think the word is cavalier – about something like that?"
"Do you think I've never thought about it before? I know how you struggled with coming out to yourself, but I'm older than you are Kye. And I know that I like girls. I know that someday I will be with a wife and have kids. I never had so much to deal with as you.
"But Kye-baby – I also know that I'll always have my little brother and ... didn't we already say that what we do is just between us?"
I turned in his embrace and looked deeply into his eyes. They were smiling. They lost their smile when they saw the glistening in my eyes. I saw such concern and love. I just went for it.
I kissed his lips and when I closed my eyes and moaned ... and his warm tongue went into my mouth ... I got a feeling of what heaven might feel like. Maybe that's what it will be like – no one having to be ashamed of loving anyone else. I could love Mike and Kevin both!
I felt myself thrusting gently as we scoured last night's acrid-tasting sex out of each others' mouths. "I have to have the sweetest and hottest little brother in the world! Gosh you have gorgeous eyes, Kye! Yeah – no matter who I marry – I get privileges with my little brother!"
I felt a thrill go through me and ... then something else hit me: What if Mike ... I mean ... if Mike could be mine ... what if he wouldn't want us to ... "see" anyone else ... even my own brother?
I pushed it out. My brother was telling me ... showing me ... how much he loves me. But the moment was gone.
"Hey, Big-Kye, I gotta get a move on. Hey! Carston asked about you. He couldn't say much around the other guys, but I know he hopes that you still want to ... um ... see him."
"Um - yeah - about that," I hesitated, " ... um - how come Carston - um - confided in you?"
"Aw, I dunno, Kye, guys just seem to do that. I mean mostly it's straight guys ... they tell me their innermost thoughts and ... fears. I guess they seem to ... um ... trust me ... or something."
"Kev - maybe he ... I mean maybe you and he ... could ... you know - "
"OOOhhh! No, I'm not ready for that. Maybe I'm not that bi after all! I mean ... as far as I can see, Carston is a ... um ... sexy guy 'n stuff, but ... well, maybe I just love my little brother ... let's go with that ... for now ... huh?"
He joined Mom and Dad in the kitchen. I followed. "Hi Kyle!" Said my dad. Mike called, but you and Kevin were so zonked, I told him you'd call when you got up. I hope that was okay."
"Sure Dad. I'll call him after breakfast." I knew that Mom and Dad knew how I felt about Mike, but somehow I didn't want to give the idea I had to call him immediately.
"Hi Kye!" Said Mike. "Boy, you and Kevin must have been up most of the night ... to sleep so long. I wish I had a brother like him! Hmh~! I wish I had a brother!"
"Yeah, I'm - "
"You're lucky ... that's what you are! Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."
"Anything, you know that."
"I'm getting the casts off tomorrow. Do you think you could miss classes to go with me?"
"Mike, how could you even ... I mean ... of course I'll be there! I mean ... you're my ... um ... you're ... my ... best friend!"
"Uh - yeah - that's right!" He said. Did he sound like he was ... I dunno ... almost disappointed I called us best friends? "Can you pick me up at 7:30 in the morning?"
"You got it, Mikey!" I said.
I heard an audible sigh over the phone. "I knew you'd come through ... Kye-Kye!" I even heard his smile this time.
Monday morning driving to Mike's house: I borrowed my parents' big car and as I drove, I thought, "I wonder what that obvious smile I heard meant? I know he's not making fun of me. I am at least that sure of his friendship ... his ... love." I thought about all of what had happened in the last year ... meeting Mike ... admitting to myself that I'm ... this way ... it' still hard to say - even to myself.
I thought about football season, Mike's "accident", and my brother's revelation to me: that he's not gay, but ... he loves sex with his little brother. I thought about last night. What would Mike think ... how would he feel about being my boyfriend? How would he handle my relationship with Kevin?
And of course all that was tempered by the other nagging question: Will Mike even want that kind of relationhip with me? God knows I want it! and ... how does God feel about it? I think I'm past that worry. He made me, didn't he? And yet the Bible has so many strong warnings about homo love ... well, homo sex specifically. but ... those were written by men ... not God ... right?
As I was thinking this, I pulled into Mike's driveway.
I knocked and entered, not wanting to make Mike come to the door. "Michael, you know we'd be there with you if Kyle couldn't. We - " I realized they didn't know I was there.
"Mom ... Dad ... Remember when I had the cast on my upper leg when I broke it at 6 years old? I do. All the doctor did was cut it off. I don't think I need all that much moral support for that."
"Well, this time it's both legs and an arm. I'm just happy that Kyle will be there to ... to ... love you almost as much as we do ... and to help you to the car. You're going to be very stiff at first, you know."
I knocked loudly again, even with the door open. "Mike, you ready to go?"
"Come in Kyle." Said Bette. "You're a little early. Have you had any breakfast?"
"I ate at home, Thanks."
"I don't want any breakfast this morning." Said Mike, sounding a little nervous. "I just want to get to the clinic and get these things cut off!"
"It still early, sweetheart - " Said Tommy
"Let's just get out of here!" Said Mike, impatiently. "Maybe he'll see me early. Let's just please go!" As soon as the door was closed, "Omigosh! They were driving me crazy ... both of them! It was like they were afraid that getting my casts off meant I was suddenly not their little boy anymore."
"They love you, Mike." I said.
"You're right." He said, stopping and looking me deeply in the eyes. It was overcast and dark, but the porch light revealed the glassiness in his eyes. He turned awkwardly on his crutches and opened the door, again.
"Mike?"
"I love you two!" He said, and they both came to him and hugged and kissed him. He turned the porch light off and came back out.
"Thanks again for loving our boy so much."
"No problem." I said, closing the door after Mike. Then he turned and under the cover of the now darker porch he stood and sighed. "You okay, Mikey?" I said softly.
"Yeah. I just love them so much!" He said, then hobbled closer to me. "I love you too, Kye!" He said and pulled me in with his good arm. He kissed my lips. It was just a peck, but it meant a lot to me ... maybe more than he knew.
When we got to the clinic, the doctor was seeing another dude ... maybe not as lucky as Mike ... I think he lost a leg ... at least. When his mom (I assume) wheeled him out, Doctor Paine (I know!) was walking beside the kid, and they were smiling and joking. After they were out of the office, the doc turned to Mike ... again, all smiles. "Hey, Michael! Well, you are definitely one of my success stories."
It was obvious that Mike had worked his charm on this young doctor as well. In the course of his healing, Mike and Doc Paine had bonded. The doctor obviously had a good way with at least guys ... young guys ... maybe because he was not that much older than we were. "And Kyle (that's it isn't it?)" I nodded. "So you have stuck by your boy ... er your friend through the whole ordeal. You must really ... like Michael."
"Yeah, I do ... that and if it weren't for me, he probably wouldn't have had to go through all this."
"Aw c'mon, Kye!" Mike protested. "It wasn't as if you could have forced yourself on me! I told the doc that I had kissed you g'bye in the parking lot. But Doc, I was as much at fault as Kyle was ... maybe more."
"More? I said.
"Well ... you're gay... and ... maybe it was too much for you."
Man, the hair stood straight out on the back of my neck. But before I could respond, Mike saw that he had gone a little too far, and he said, "Kye - Dr. Paine knows about us. And ... he knows ... that I am struggling with ... with ... that same thing."
My neck made a cracking noise as my head whipped in his direction. "Are you gay ... too ... Doc?"
"No, but seeing the love that passes between the two of you makes me ... makes me ... (AHEM!) I just ... haven't had the time for ... um ... dating and ... um ... (AHEM!) Um - you know, we better get those casts off you before my next appointment comes. Come in and the nurse will do the preliminaries while I get set up for the main event."
Mike followed the Doc through the entry and around a corner. In two seconds, Doctor Paine's head popped around the corner. "Aren't you coming?" He asked me. I grinned and almost ran across the waiting room to the entry to the back hall. When I got to him, the doc, said, "I can see that Michael is kind of nervous. It's no big deal, he just needs someone to hold his hand ... or ... you know." Doctor Paine looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, "I know Michael is really struggling with ... that ... and I have really grown to ... like him a lot. I have a feeling that you two are good for each other. Whether that means just as friends ... or more ... doesn't matter to me. I just like him and want him to be happy. You really love him, don't you?"
"Yes," I said hoarsely.
"Well, it's obvious to me that he loves you too. Come with me to the inspection room. The nurse will bring Michael in when he is ready."
I looked and "the nurse" was a very cute guy, maybe in his early thirties. I followed the doc into the room. "What ... er ... what kind of "preliminaries" are needed? I asked.
"Oh you know ... the usual, heart rate, blood pressure, and ... I ordered a sperm specimen too."
"Why?!!" I asked, astonished.
"There was so much trauma in that region, I just want to be sure he's ... normal."
"Good grief! Does he know there may be a problem?"
"He does by now ... if he has half a brain ... and he does! I hope that ... along with his earlier nervousness ... doesn't stifle his ability to cum."
The cute nurse came in. He whispered something to the doc and left. "Would you mind going to him and ... helping him to ... um ... well, maybe calm his nervousness ... if you get what I - "
I tried not to act too excited to be helping out in that way. I nodded and said, "Whatever Mike needs." The doc opened the door and the nurse was still there.
"Michael asked for you. He's in that specimen cubicle down the hall ... er the toilet."
I knocked and Mike said to come in. He looked so relieved when he saw me then his eyes filled with tears. "I might not be able to have children, Kye!"
"Did the nurse tell you that?"
"No, but why else would they want me to do this?"
"Dr. Paine just wants to be sure, that's all, Mike."
"I don't know if I can do it right here ... right now."
"I can help."
Mike grabbed me and kissed me ... deeply this time. Then he pulled back a couple inches and blew out some air. "Okay." He said meekly. I unfastened then unzipped his pants. His piece was about as soft as I had ever seen ... or felt it. I squatted and looked up at him. He closed his eyes slowly and re-opened them with an almost smile threatening his lips. I undid the snap-together-thing that passed for underwear and pulled it off him. His limp penis barely protruded from his pubes. I fingered it. It pulsed a little. I caressed ever so lightly under his balls ... his perineum ... it grew some more. I just went for it and sucked it into my mouth and felt it grow and get hard.
"I think it's working." He said in a breathless, high pitched voice.
"Mm-hmm." I agreed without letting it go. As soon as he started to breathe fast, I let go with my mouth and grabbed the alcohol infused pad on the sink and stroked a couple times with that. The coldness made him give a loud high pitched moan, then I pounded his pud as fast as I could and kissed him. He kissed me back with more passion than I expected. I felt like I might cum before him! (I didn't.)
No doubt he could taste his own precum in my mouth. Whether this sped up his climax even more I dunno, but it was seconds later that he gasped and at the last moment I bent his proud boy down to shoot his entire load into the waiting cup with Mike's name on it. (I don't know why they make those cups so big ... as much as it FEELS like gallons that stream down your throat, it's really only ... well, Mike put out a couple tablespoonfuls.)
I held up the cup and resisted the urge to tip it all into my already open mouth. I looked from the cup to Mike's eyes and back to the cup, and back to Mike. We both broke out into laughter and set the cup in the little window provided.
I opened the door and Mike hobbled out to his crutches and we followed nurse dude into the examination room, where Dr. Paine was waiting.
The doc again removed Mike's larger than usual jeans and helped him out of them. I don't think Dr. Paine was the least bothered by this, but it surely did send blood to MY already primed nether regions! There for all (three of us) to view was Mikes recently spent torpedo. It was still respectably chubbed up with something glistening from hole. The doc smiled and turned to get his cutting tool. It was a small saw with a spring loaded spoon-like aparatus under it to protect Mike's skin from the blade.
He removed the cast from his arm first. Mike sighed deeply and tried to bend his elbow. He made a groan ... more from effort than pain. "Yeah, it'll take awhile to limber you up. I think your parents may have something to assist with that." Said Dr. Paine.
"Wha - "
"Let's get that other cast off." The other cast went to his toes on one leg and to his knee on the other. His butt and crotch were open for obvious reasons, but other than that, it came up under his ribs. And this was where the doc started to cut. I was watching two places: the saw and Mike's unblinking eyes. He cut diagonally from just under Mike's right tit, straight down to his crotch opening. Then he asked mike to turn over, and he cut from the middle of Mike's back to his butt opening. This cut the cast in two.
He first cut the shortest distance up the inside of his left leg and with that split, Dr. Paine cut through the reinforcing link between his thighs and forced the cast open. We could hear the layers of plastic and fiber crack. Mike instinctively raised himself and the doc removed the left side.
Then he cut up the outside of his right leg. It was more beefed up because of the long length needing more strength. Half way up, Dr. Paine stopped and looked into Mikes face, smiling. The doc's face was dripping sweat. Cutting the thick cast material here was hard work. Then he set about cutting the rest of the way and once finished opened and removed that side.
I dunno if Mike was holding his breath, but he let out a long loud sigh and fell back against the raised back rest of the examination table. His body from the waist down was laid bare. Whereas he was embarrassed when Dr. Paine initially took his pants off, he didn't seem to care now.
Dr. Paine walked up to Mike's head and said, "How does that feel, Kiddo?"
"Doctor Paine, I think I love you!" Mike said, smiling. We all chuckled.
"I'll have to say, Mike, I have grown to look forward to your visits. I feel the same. Any time your body gets mangled, you just come to "the Paine man" and I'll fix you up."
Mike tried to get up, and again groaned. "As I said earlier, you'll be stiff for awhile ... and not in a good way!"
"Oh yeah ... what was that you were saying about my parents having something to assist me?"
"You'll see. All I want you to do is take long hot baths and start limbering up in the tub. The warm water will help ease you into a more flexible body." Dr. Paine looked and me and smiled, then back to Mike. "It may help to have someone else there to help you flex your legs, especially. Your dad ... your mom ... you know!"
"Uhhhm ... I don't THINK my mom's doing that!"
"Well, I know SOMEONE will help you!" The doc again looked at me and winked. Then Dr. Paine helped Mike to his feet. Mike tried to walk. The doc caught him from falling, then grabbed his crutches and handed them to him. "Try to throw these puppies away as soon as you can!" said the doc, laughing.
Mike took the crutches from him and said, "SHIT!" We all laughed ... well at least Dr. Paine and I did! As we were leaving, he walked us to the door as he had done for the guy before Mike. He opened the door and I walked out first. Mike started to follow me, then stopped and handed me his crutches.
"I'm impressed!" Said the doc.
Mike turned and almost fell into Dr. Paine's arms and hugged him close and long. "Thanks Doc!" He said and reached for his crutches. The last thing I saw before the door closed was a huge grin on the doc's face.
When we got back to Mike's house, there was a large flat bed truck in the driveway, and also a car we didn't recognize. Mike was a little annoyed because we had to walk ... or hobble on crutches for Mike ... all the way from the street. He was also somewhat annoyed ... or perplexed ... that both his parents' cars were on the street too. They supposedly could not be with him at the clinic because they had to work.
The side gate was open, but all Mike wanted was to get into the house. He was tired and obviously pissed off by the time we got to the front door. When we walked in, Bette was in the kitchen and surprised to see us. "Oh! I didn't hear you drive up ... oh, that's right, you had to park on the street."
"Yeah! What's going on?!" Mike said irritably.
"C'mere!" Said Bette.
"Mom! I just want to get off these crutches and - "
"Michael Newberry, don't you talk to your mother that way!" She said kind of sternly, but not able to hide a smile.
Mike sighed and hobbled to the kitchen. "This better be good!"
She pointed out the kitchen window that faced the back yard. Mike looked and a surprised smile overtook his face. "MOM!" He said excitedly. He dropped his crutches and threw himself at her. She caught him and struggled to hold him up, laughing as he gave her a crunch hug probably usually reserved for one of his football buddies.
I walked over and looked outside. There were four or five guys setting up and leveling a new hot tub in the back yard. There was another older guy working on the wall of the house. He turned out to be an electrician.
"How ... how ... soon can I ... er ... we use it?" He said.
"They said it would take at least a day to get the water heated up. Dr. Paine said to make it 104 degrees. That's too hot for anything other than exercising your limbs. When you get more limber we'll reset it lower so we can enjoy soaking in it."
Tommy walked in. "Oh! They're back! I'd hoped that the gazebo guys would at least be here by the time - "
"Gazebo guys?" Said Mike.
"We also got a gazebo to surround and protect our investment ... and it will give us more privacy too."
Mike turned and leaned from his mom to his dad. He gave him a hug at least as crunch as he gave his mom. "Ohhh ... thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU ... BOTH! I love you so much!
Mike's mom stepped up and he was sandwiched between his parents, tears flowing from all of them ... well, okay, all of US!
Notes: Sorry this has been so long in coming. It's my new lifestyle ... I don't have as much time as I had before. But I hope you enjoyed chapter 19. Please let me know if you do ... or if you don't. Thanks and ... Love, Steve