Kyle's Outcoming - Chapter 21
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. Karston -- Kevin's Friend
From Chapter 20:
I'm not proud I took another part of my brothers virginity that night. I'm not ashamed either. It happened so naturally from that point. He was nervous but gave himself to me, surrendered really, and when we were hot in the act of ... love ... between two brothers ... he started laughing and exclaimed, "Oh Kye -- Kye-kye! I love you so much! I had no idea that ... oh ... ohhh . OHHH MY >>> ... ahhhhhh-iiiiii!" He stifled the sounds of his orgasm into the pillow, so as to not wake the `other people' in the house.
He came before I did ... but his wild orgasm put me over the top and My lungs were expanding and contracting as I had never felt them in my life, as a consuming euphoria swept over my entire body.
"Did you and Kevin have fun last night?" asked Mike on our way to class."
"Yeah -- it was okay." I said. I felt guilty. I'd tell him ... sometime.
Chapter 21
"It's hard for me to think of your brother doing gay ... I mean ... things that we do, Kye. Is it weird for him? I mean ... He's such a total jock! Oh! I didn't mean that you ... but ... "
"It's okay, Mike. I know what you're saying. It's still a trip for me. But ... he ... er , I mean I ... think he may be bi or, um ... something."
"But ... he ... er ... never mind."
"Oh NO! `Never mind isn't in our vocabulary ... not between you and me!" I said sternly.
"Kye, what you guys do isn't any of my business. It's just that ..."
"Ask what you were going to ask!" I pressed him. Truly, I was petrified what it would be ... but I wasn't going to lie to Mike.
"Um ... well ... um ... he ... um ... fucks you ... right?"
"Yes." I said, hoping there was no follow-up question.
"Yeah, I thought as much. I couldn't imagine him letting anyone fuck him." My total silence convicted me. "Oh my gosh, Kye ... you ... you ... do him too?"
"Not ... not before ... last night."
I suppose no one else could have caught that Mike leaned away from me ... it was ever so slight, but it was ... it was not missed ... by me.
We parked in the college lot and I got out and grabbed Mike's books. "I can carry my books!" He said ... I though a little to curtly. He caught himself. "I mean ... I need to start doing more for myself." He said, softer.
I almost wished we had different classes. I felt he needed some space from me to think. He has a study period when I have my gym class. Then we met for lunch ... as usual. He insisted in managing his own tray and after we left the pickup counter, instead of taking the nearest table, he led me to an outside table ... away from everyone else.
We ate in relative silence, only talking about our chem lecture a bit. We finished eating and I started to get up, piling his tray on mine. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. "Kye, please tell me."
"Tell you ... what?"
"About ... about last night."
"Mike, you don't want to hear - "
"Actually I DO! And ... um ... there's no one around us here. How come you don't ever call me Mikey any more?"
"I was afraid ... I mean I thought you wouldn't - "
"I already told you I liked it when YOU said it. Not when others can hear, but ... I like it!"
My feeling of guilt swept over me so dramatically, I was SURE he could see it. "I also told you that I wouldn't get between you and your brother ... Kye-Kye. And ... er ... but if you don't want to tell me ... I guess I can live with it ... you know?"
"Mike ... Mikey," I said, wanting so much to reach over and take his hand in mine, but ... we are being ever so much more careful now, "I don't think there should be secrets ... between us either. If you really want to know ... "
"I do." He said somberly.
"I'm afraid there's not enough to tell ... to justify all the drama, but ... " I looked for a long moment into his eyes. I then told him everything that led up to when I asked Kevin if I could do him.
"Oh. Wow." Said Mike quietly. "I kind of thought that ... he probably asked you. So maybe he's not as ... you know ... as I thought? Maybe he was just showing you how much he - "
"I can't let you believe that. Even though it may have been so ... before I asked him. And I don't think it takes anything away from his ... um ... macho-ness ... but, I know he'll be ... craving it ... next time. He told me that he never ever had such a wild and ... total-body orgasm." I said, trying not to act too excited -- not as I felt ...
"That must have been ... um ... hot ... er ... nice for you ... to do that for him." Mike said, his eyes kind of glazing over. "Maybe ... when I am more limber ... "
I completely misread what I thought he was going to say. "Oh, He WANTS a threesome, but ... with me and a girl!" I said
"Of course." Mike said, quietly ... I couldn't read him. "And ... you? Is that what YOU want?"
"Me???" I said. "NO!! I -- wouldn't mind it sometime with Kevin and ... you!"
"Well, anyway, that's not what I meant." Mike said. "I want you to do for me ... I mean I wonder if it WOULD do that for me ... like it did for your brother. That also didn't tell me how you liked it. Was it as good for you?"
After a big sigh, I answered, "It was great. But Mike ... ey ... I KNOW it wouldn't be as good as it would be if YOU reacted as Kevin did. You know my brother is very demonstrative and ... uninhibited. I'd love if you could do that." I hoped with every part of me that he wouldn't ask me exactly how I felt while it was happening.
"So it was good for you, then." He said as a statement. "I know if you made your brother feel THAT good ... it was good for you. I know how it makes me feel when I can make it good for you. Since I got screwed up, it's always been what you can do for me."
"Oh, Mikey, I don't mean to - "
"Don't worry about it, Kye-kye. We'll get there. Do we HAVE to go to the English lit lecture today? I'm feeling kind of tired." He smirked.
"I know where you're going with that, but yes ... we have to go to class." I said, grinning.
Mike grinned too and growled, "All right ... slave driver!"
After class we went directly to Mike's house. The hot tub was up to 104 degrees, and we stripped down and got in. The hotter water helped a lot with his limbering up exercises, but we couldn't stay in as long. It was still agonizing for him, but he insisted we do it ... and he went through the pain and ... I think we made some good progress.
When we got out, Mike suggested we finish our work out in his bedroom. Because of the short spa session, there were at least a couple hours before his parents were expected home.
When we got to his room, he said, "Show me what you and Kevin did."
"I think it's best when we're face to face, Mike. And your legs would need to be over my shoulders. I know you're ready for that."
"Do they have to be?"
"Heh, my dick isn't long enough to do you any other way ... at least face to face. Even from the rear, your legs need to bend completely at the hip."
"I wanna try it."
"Well, maybe over the end of the bed." I said.
"No ... over your shoulders."
"Mike ... how - "
Just let me lay here on my back. Now you get under my legs and start to push them up ... with your shoulders."
I was dubious, but I did as he asked. When I got only about half way up, he groaned. I stopped. "DON'T STOP, KYE-KYE! If I can do this you can! I'LL tell you if I want to stop!"
I resumed pushing up under him. He grimaced and closed his eyes. Tears were pouring out. I was crying too. "Stop!" He said. I started to lower him. "NO! Don't go back! Just stop for a minute and let me catch my breath."
His eyes were streaming tears and were closed tight. He was hyperventilating and when his breathing slowed down a little he opened his eyes. "Oh, Kye-kye! Is it hurting you too?" He said when he saw my wet eyes and face.
I broke into sobs. "I can't stand to see you in so much pain, Babe. Mikey, THAT'S how it hurts me!"
"But it's working, Kye-kye! It's working! Yeah, it hurts like hell, but hey ... I'm tough ... you know? I'm tough for me and I'm tough ... for you. Will you go through this ... for me?" I nodded.
"Keep pushing ... maybe a little slower this time." He grunted and groaned and sweated and cried, but insisted I keep it up. When His knees were about six inches from his chest, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled with all his strength, letting out a blood curdling scream. I tried to pull back but his arms forced himself ever closer to me, as he sounded as if someone were cutting off an arm with a dull saw ... or worse.
When he stopped pulling, his whole body was trembling and his sweat was seemingly thick like blood as it kept drenching his mattress and pillow. I was afraid any minute he'd pass out or vomit, from the noises he was making. I felt his hot panting ... still hyperventilating breath on my face and neck ... he was that close to me. I kept a close gaze on his face. I was afraid what his body's reaction would be.
He started to whimper like a baby. That sent me over the edge again. I started to sob ... then he did too. I tried to ease his position, but his arms were like a death grip on me. After about five whole minutes ... or it seemed so ... it seemed like 30 minutes ... he took a long rambling, deep breath and let out a longer sigh.
His head sank back down into the pillow -- or rather fell into it. I didn't realize that his neck and head were off it. His head fell and I thought he was out. "Mike -- Mikey - " I sobbed. "Are you ... um ... awake?"
He opened his eyes and tried to speak. It came out in a shuddering sigh. He got his voice and said, "We did it, Kye. We did it." And he closed his eyes again. Again I wondered if he had passed out. I tried to extricate myself from under his legs, but his arms still forbade me. "Kiss me, Kye. Kiss me!"
I kissed him and never in my life were my emotions so close to the surface. I kissed him and he kissed me back with such intensity, that for a moment I forget we were in this position. MY knees were hurting, being bent so tightly, so long, but I wasn't about to complain after what he had just put himself through.
We stopped for a breath, and he said, "Ohhhh ... yeaaaaah!" and I was sure I felt his soft penis throb. I looked down and giggled as I confirmed it was not as soft as I thought. At the sight of his wood, my own sprang to life. They were next to each other, so we both felt it as corona rubbed corona.
"I think this is it, Kye-kye!"
"Oh ... okay, you've finally had enough, huh?" I said, somewhat relieved it was finally over.
I started to pull down from the position we were in and he again pulled us close. After a shuddering groan, he said, "No, Kye, I meant ... now that we're here ... go for it."
"Huh?" I KNEW he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying.
"Do what you did last night with your brother."
"No, Babe ... I can't ... I mean YOU can't let me - "
"Yes ... I can! I want to know you love me as much as - "
"Mikey, please don't try to compare my love for Kevin with my love for you. It's different."
"No, Show me you love me as much as I love you, Baby," he said, softly.
"We'll need something to make it slippery." I said, grabbing at anything to put this off.
"You know where it is."
I opened the drawer next to the bed and took out the hand cream I know was there. He slathered me up and then pushed some down into his own orifice. "Please ... do it now, Love!" He said, seemingly searching my eyes for the love he was craving. It was there and I hoped he saw it. I pushed at his sphincter and as I did it, his knees opened away from his chest. The head of my dick popped in and he let out a little high pitched mumble.
"Keep going, Kye." He whispered. I pushed and it slowly was buried in his body. "Go for it, Baby!"
I started slowly. Each time I went in and out his knees flexed and he groaned a little. "Is it okay?" I asked.
"Ohhhh yeeeaah!" He said, grunting. "Don't stop now. Go faster ... harder." I closed my eyes. I couldn't take the pain I saw in his eyes. "Yeah -- yeah," he panted. "Keep it up, baby ... faster -- harder! Don't let up!"
I closed my eyes even tighter and pounded him like I was doing to Kevin ... maybe more. He started to scream, but I knew the difference in his scream of pain and this. The intensity of his screams grew as he breathed deeply between each one, until he erupted forcefully between us, his hot liquid drenching my chest and dripping down onto his own. That put me over the top, and I let go an orgasm like I never felt in my life, filling the cavity I was buried in. I was shrieking like a little girl!
Mike again groaned ... slightly, as his legs slid down over my arms and onto the sheet. We were both drenched in sweat and ... cum ... his cum! We kissed and kissed deeply, our tongues making their own kind of love to each other.
Mike started first. He started to weep and shake and I joined him. He pulled me closer and kissed me more, then said, "Oh my God, Kyle ... but I love you so much! I've never felt love this palpably. I love you, baby ... so much!"
"I love you too, Mike, just as you have said ... I have for a long time." We kissed again and fell asleep.
We woke up hearing Mike's parents coming in the front door. My car was out there, so they knew I was here. I sprang off him and put my jeans and t-shirt on and covering, him, flopped on top of the cover. (As if they didn't know we loved each other this much)
Knock-knock. A quiet rapping on the door.
"We just woke up from a nap." Said Mike. "C'mon in."
Tommy cracked open the door, and seeing us in a "safe" position, came in. "You guys do some limbering up this afternoon?"
I don't think Tommy heard me almost choking, as Mike said, "Yeah -- it works much better when it's hot!" I almost choked again. "But it was so hot in the spa we couldn't stay there very long and really ... it took so much out of us, we fell asleep. You just woke us up."
"Well, I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay. We have some homework we need to do."
"Can it wait til after dinner? We brought home some good Chinese take-out."
"Yum!" said Mike. "Something really gave me a raging appetite!"
"Well, hopefully this will sustain you. Some things leave you wanting more ... soon after ... and Chinese food is one of them."
"It's not the only thing!" Mike said. I DID choke this time, and started to cough.
Tommy giggled and said, "That's true. You guys clean up for dinner as quick as you can." He winked and he closed the door. He opened it again. "Kyle -- you have something on your face you may want to wash off. I looked in the mirror and there was dried cum all over my face! I wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere!
Mike looked at my red face and started to snicker and said, "Silly boy ... he knows! Don't forget, he's kinda like us too!" He sat up and threw the covers back. I took in the beautiful sight of the boy I loved. His scars were hardly visible ... to me! I reached and pulled him up to me. We hugged and he said, "Hand me my crutches." I reached for them and he said, "On second thought, no, I'm gonna try this on my own."
I stood back and watched as he struggled painfully to keep his balance, and take two steps. "Nope, I think it's worse than this afternoon."
"You really stressed it out today, Babe."
"We! We stressed it out!" he quipped.
"Please don't remind me!" I whined.
"I couldn't have done that without you. And I love you for it!"
Even though he used his crutches, he walked out to the table much more naturally than before. It obviously hurt, but he looked great. "WOW, Sweetheart!" Said Bette, "You almost can walk normally! You must have really been working on it today. Are you sure you even need the crutches?"
"Yeah, I tried it without them. Still too weak, Mom. Believe me, as soon as I can throw them away, I will!"
Tommy blessed the food and also gave thanks for his son and ... his son's friend and how quickly he seemed to be healing.
About halfway through the meal, I had just noticed that his legs were both drawn up under his chair, when he cried out. "AHHHHGH! Cramps! Help!"
Tommy and I extricated him from his chair and got him to the floor. We tried to pull his legs out ... to no avail, the while Mikey was crying out in pain.
"Put him on his back." WE both did that and we each took a leg and with tremendous effort we forced them both out straight.
Tommy started to sit on his knee. "No! Let me roll over!" Said Mike. "That was overextending my knee."
We helped him onto his stomach. "Now sit on them ... not on the shins ... the thighs."
We couldn't both sit on his thighs, and with only me there, his lower legs started to draw up again. "Tom, you sit on his butt ... and you on his knees, Kyle. Don't let them come up." Said Bette.
I had my back to Tommy and he was sitting right up in back of me. I was pushing Mike's lower legs down and Tommy was hugging me for support. His face was on my back and ... damned if I didn't feel him woody up! And ... then so did I! I would have blamed teen hormones if it had only been me! I heard somewhere that all gay men feel like teens all their life. I thought it was an emotional thing ... not sexual!
Mike was almost asleep when we decided he could get up. Bette reheated the food and we continued to finish everything they bought. Mike was careful not to bend his legs under him again.
My home phone rang and rang and went to message. "Hi Mom. Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't call about dinner, but Mike was hurting ... a lot and His legs cramped up something terrible. I'm staying here in case it happens again in his sleep. Love you!"
Bette made her son comfortable on the love seat ... leaving room for his "best friend" next to him, and with an ottoman holding his legs from cramping up again. We had just finished watching a rerun of Buffy, when Tommy said, "Oh! I just ordered sports advantage. They're playing USC versus Arizona tonight. Anyone wanna watch?"
"YAY!" Said Mike. "Kevin destroyed an incoming lineman and the QB threw the winning touchdown ... they won 34 to 33!"
"You already saw it? It was in Arizona and didn't air here!" I exclaimed.
"They played some highlights on CBS last night. I'm surprised you and Kevin didn't watch it. Oh that's right, you two had other things to do." I my face and ears were on fire! "I wanna watch the whole game!" He continued.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Didn't you say you had some homework to do before dinner, Son?"
"Yeah." Said Mike. "Between you and Kye, I can't have any fun! Well, call us for that last play and we can at least watch that." He whined.
"I'll record it."
"Let's get going on that table. You almost have it memorized." I said.
"I hate memorizing the periodic table!" He mumbled. "Okay, let's get it over with!"
"I gotta take a pee first. Be right back." I said.
By the time I got into his room, he had the video ready. "What - ?" I started.
"Shhh! Just watch!"
I watched as in slow motion, the ball was snapped. We had to watch that several times because ... in slow motion it looked like the QB was caressing the center's crotch. We were both giggling by the time he let it run. The QB faded back and there came an Arizona lineman -- huge guy in comparison -- heading directly toward the QB. Then from out of nowhere appeared my brother, knocking him for a loop. Kevin was also smaller than this behemoth, but Kev knows some moves ... obviously.
We went to bed and I spooned him all night so his legs would not draw up. We didn't ... do much else, but ... there was some hot kissing before we got into our sleeping position. Not a position either of us minded at all!
Notes: Is Mikey coming around ... or will his attitude change again when the heat of passion is far behind him? Stay tuned, friends! It still may be bumpy for our hero ... And please feel free to write any time ... to stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve