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 might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -
ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Kyle Tragg -- That'd be Moi
Kevin -- my Brother
Ron -- my dad.
Chrissy -- Mom
Mike Newberry. -- my new best friend.
... from chapter 2:
"I never considered a three-some with two guys!" Said Mike defensively." I didn't mention that I saw him licking his lips, after initially looking away. I hoped I knew why. Was he remembering our morning together?
Chapter 3
Well, I seem to find straight friends who like fooling around. I guess that's a good thing. What I want is a straight ACTING guy who wants a lot more than fooling around! I want a guy who wants to kiss me -- like Mike did -- only not just in the heat of passion. Is Mike in denial? I can't blame him if he is. I just barely came out of it!
Mike dates girls and says he's not interested in anything romantic. Bob pretty much claims the same ... except he doesn't seem to date girls. If he went to college, it might be easier for him if that's what he wants. But he has decided that he doesn't want college. He likes driving his nice car and ... having nice video and audio crap.
"But where does a guy like me meet girls?" Bob complained to me one day after we at least sexually satisfied each other.
"The same two places you meet guys ... gay guys! Either in bars ... or at college. I'm just not interested in gay bars ... at least yet. I'll stick to college."
"Yeah ... and ... ummmm ... how's that goin' fer yah?" He asked, smugly.
I guess it was a point painfully well taken! "That's beside the point. And it's harder finding a gay guy. They're not as plentiful as campus coeds are!" I defended.
"The point is ... you're not having any more success than I am. I may try the bar idea though ... before resorting to college ... just to get a girl."
"You COULD think about an education!"
"Yeah ... I could ... maybe later. Look, I was a fuck-up in high school. What's gonna be the difference in college. Maybe after I've rested up a bit ... like after I'm 30 or something!"
"You wanna come over after the game Friday night?" I asked Mike, after our chem. Lab, Wednesday.
"Is that Bob character gonna be there? He seems to just show up unannounced." Said Mike.
"You don't much like him, do you?" I said ... more of a statement than a question.
"Sorry. He's just a bit crude for me."
"Well, he's not going to show up after the game."
"Look don't get me wrong. I know he's your friend. Actually I feel kind of sorry for him. He seems lonely."
"I think he may try finding someone ... in a bar. I don't know about that." I said. "Alcohol seems to really screw with your judgment."
"There's a juice bar down in Lakewood -- where they don't serve alcohol. You wanna go there after the game?" Mike asked.
"Um -- I think that's a gay hangout." I said.
"Not exclusively."
"Um -- uh -- I dunno!" I said. The truth was ... I still was not too sure about making a statement publicly ... that I'm gay.
"C'mon! No one'll hit on you if they think you're with me." He said, reading my thoughts.
"What if someone from school sees and ... and THEY get the idea we're together?"
"Well, now you see ... that's one thing I just don't give a crap about. Anyone I know, KNOWS I'm not gay. Otherwise I don't care what others think. That's the beauty of it. Those who DON'T know will leave us both alone ... unless we invite them to know more!"
"What do you wear to a place like that?" I asked.
"Layers is good. Whatever you wear to the game is fine, but you might want a sweater at the game. Just wear a shirt under the sweater that you'll feel comfortable in at the juice bar. It get's pretty hot in there."
"Oh! So you've been there?" I said.
"When I was in High School. Lets check it out!" He said grinning.
I couldn't think of a reason to not do it -- especially since Mike wanted to. Okay, maybe there's where my fem side kicks in. I will do most anything to please my friend ... well ... at least THIS friend!
By the time we got to the juice bar, neither of us had much voice left. It was cold at the game and we probably went overboard with the yelling for our team. That's usually not my thing, but with Mike yelling it felt right ... and was kind of fun ... to do it with him. The universe knows I want to do SOMETHING with him!
When we walked in the juice bar, there was a country and western band playing. It was mostly young kids on the dance floor. A lot of girls dancing with girls, a few guys dancing with girls, and a couple gay couples. Interesting that girls can dance with girls any time and no one thinks anything about it. But when two guys do it ... they're gay!
Mike looked around the room and stopped at one place. "Shit!" He said. I looked where he was looking and who was the first person I made eye contact with but ... Bob! He was on the other side of the room, talking to a ... girl of all things. He smirked at me, but then went back to paying attention to her. I watched for a few moments, and he was saying ... NADA! She was animated and non-stop talking!
"Looks like Bob's found a friend!" I giggled.
"I know her." Said Mike. "She graduated with me. It might just work. You said Bob was kind of quiet ... right? Well, she will make up for it!"
"I feel sorry for him!" I said. "Maybe I should walk over and -- "
"Mike-eeeeeee!" screeched a girl from half way across the room. She came running and flew into his embrace.
"Emily!" Said an embarrassed Mike. "Em, this is my friend, Kyle." He seemed pleased to see her, but a little chagrinned and a little ... maybe underwhelmed?
"PERFECT!" Said Emily. "Are you guys stag tonight?"
"We don't have dates, but - "
"Oh, this is great!" Said Emily. She excitedly beckoned her friend from across the room to come over. Mikey, you remember Valerie, don't you?"
"Hi Valerie." He said somewhat less excited than he was about Emily. I thought he was turning a little green. Both girls were foxes ... as girls go!
"Oh, Mikey! You HAVE to dance with me. Remember the way we used to get down at the dances as Warren?" "Earl Warren High School was my rival school in Downey where we grew up. She pulled Mike out to the dance floor and they started to gyrate to the music. Valerie asked me if I wanted to dance.
"Sure." I said. Dancing fast with a girl is easy ... you never touch. But the next dance was a western ballad and slow as can be. She clutched on to me like she was glued to me. I watched Mike and Emily!
Mike and Emily were talking more and more lively and then they ... kissed ... deeply! I wasn't exactly surprised, but it wasn't what I wanted to see! I was surprised how jealous I felt. I also felt an ache I my heart. I sighed involuntarily.
"This is a sad song, isn't it?" Said Valerie.
Was it?
After the song, the band took a break. The girls went to the ladies room together. "You looked miserable dancing with Valerie." Laughed Mike.
"It wasn't THAT bad!" I lied.
Actually I like dancing. But the more I thought about it the more I was surprised ... and a little dismayed ... that it hurt so much to see Mike kissing Emily. I knew I was turned on by him, and maybe even obsessed a little as I thought about him during my nightly ritual. But I really LIKE this guy! I don't want to ... have our friendship ruined by my silly obsession! But I couldn't shake the ache in my chest.
"Look, if you'd rather go ... I mean -- I have no connection with Emily. And I'm really kind of afraid that Bob may want to come over and talk to us." He then looked chagrinned and apologetic. "I'm sorry Kye! I just really like being with you and he seems to -- um -- I dunno how to put it ... maybe -- um -- get in the way?"
Did he just call me Kye? My heart stopped for a moment as I thought about that and then sped up as I contemplated what he was really saying. Well?!! Wasn't he telling me he wanted to be alone with me? No! I'm being ridiculous and irrational.
"Whatever you'd prefer. Heh! It looked to me like you were liking being with her!" Try as I might, it still came out a little bitter!
"She kissed me. I like kissing! It's not as if I'd take her home. She slept with half the football team."
"Haha!" I giggled. "You don't really know that last place those lips were!"
"Oh my GAWD, Kyle! Why'd you have to mention that?!! EWW!" He said. He looked like he was about to barf.
Just then the girls suddenly reappeared. Emily walked directly to Mike and pulled herself into his body. There was some canned music going ... another slow song. She started to rock back and forth, and pulled his body up close to her ... her hands clutching his butt. Valerie started to close in on me. Mike closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Um -- Kyle and me ... er -- Kyle and I -- um -- we have to be up early in the morning to -- to -- um -- um -- do some -- um -- work and -- um - - - We gotta go!" He said extricating himself from her, and almost ran about ten paces away. "KYLE!" He demanded, "Let's GO!"
We got out to the parking lot and could hardly contain ourselves until we got to his car. Both of us almost passed out from laughing so hard. "Hahaha! I couldn't get that image of her mouth with multiple dicks in it, dripping ... well, you know!" He laughed. "Thanks for that!"
We started out of the parking lot and there was a pounding on the car. He stopped and it was Bob. "Shit!" Said Mike.
Bob came to my side and I opened the window. "You guys okay?" He said.
"Fine -- why?" I said.
"You ran out so fast, I wondered if one of you was sick."
"Mike was!" I said, and that started Mike and me laughing again.
"You guys are crazy!" Said Bob chuckling. "Well, I gotta get back to Cheryl. I think I might just score tonight! You guys have fun without me!" He said and winked, then ran back to the bar.
"I'm sorry, Kye, but I just don't like that ass hole!"
"Yeah, I know. I'm glad he's not coming with us tonight!" I said, feeling all warm about him calling me Kye again.
"You are?" He said smiling. Could he be jealous of my friendship with Bob? Probably not. He just doesn't like him.
"Only because he brings you down. It's still kind of early to go home. But where else can we go at this time of night?"
"We could go down to Belmont Shore. It's close enough."
Belmont shore is in Long Beach, and this time of the year it is cold. But we were dressed warmly, so we walked out onto the beach. We found a bench to sit on. "It's gonna be foggy tomorrow morning. You can see it coming down now." He said gloomily.
"Yeah, I suppose. You can barely see the moon through it."
"Thanks for -- for -- I dunno -- just being with me." He said, pensively.
"Huh?" I said.
"Kyle ... Kye ..." He said, then broke down and started to sob. I moved closer and put my arm around his shoulders.
"What's wrong, Mike?" I said, both startled and confused.
"Oh -- it's really stupid! This happens to lots of families! I just didn't see it coming!" He said.
"What? What happened, Mike?"
"My parents! I had no idea! I just didn't see it coming. I got home from school this afternoon and Mom told me that Dad moved out."
"No kidding!" I said. "That WOULD be a shock. They seemed so ... um ... okay when I was there!"
"They have been arguing a little, but -- not THAT much! Mom said not to worry. You know the usual, `It had nothing to do with you' speech that they give little kids. She said that she still loves him ... and that he still loves her! They just decided that what they had wasn't ... enough! I guess they've been waiting until
I graduated." He stopped and had to calm down a little. "I don't even know where he is!" He cried and started to sob again.
"Doesn't he have a cell phone?" I asked.
"What an idiot I am!" He said shaking his head back and forth. "Of course he does!" He got his phone out and punched in the number. "Dad?"
"Um -- wha -- oh! Mike!" He said, obviously waking out of a sound sleep. "I'm sorry I didn't call you, but I didn't want to talk about it on the phone, Son."
"Dad -- I'm with Kyle down at Belmont. Where ARE you?"
"I'm over in Pico Rivera -- in a hotel."
"Are you -- are you -- with someone?" Said Mike, barely holding it together.
"No, Son -- there is no one else."
"Can Kyle and I come stay with you tonight? Do you need - "
"I'll be okay, Mike. I'm a little worried about your mother though. Why don't you just go there tonight. We said some pretty mean things to each other before I left. It was stupid. But she may need you more than I do right now."
"Uh -- okay, Pop. When can I see you?"
"Any time!"
"Jeez, Dad, this seems unreal."
"I know, son ... I know. Take care of your mother!"
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"I love you!"
"I love you too, Michael. Bye."
Mike sat silent for about 3 -- 4 minutes. I said, "You gonna be okay, Bud?"
"<<Sigh!>> Yeah. It's just kind of a shock. I really did NOT see this coming. He says there isn't anyone else. I wonder if Mom ... no! She wouldn't ... but neither would he! Aw shit! I guess I better take you home and go make sure Mom's okay."
"Okay." I said, feeling like I should say something to make it better for him. We had to drive by his neighborhood before getting to mine, and he said, "Um -- maybe you could still stay with me -- tonight. I just don't want to be alone."
Well, obviously if his mom was home he wouldn't be alone. I guess he didn't want to be alone in his bedroom. I called my parents and told them I'd be staying with Mike.
When we got to his house, we let ourselves in quietly. He told me to go to his room while he told his mom he was there. He had earlier told her he was staying the night with me, and didn't want to scare her in any way.
He came back and we went to bed. Again he gave me his bed and folded out the hide-a-bed for himself. After the lights were out, he said he'd be back later. He wanted to talk to his mom for a bit.
I was sawing logs when he came back and probably wouldn't have even noticed he was back had he not gotten into my bed and came up behind me and spooned me with his arm over my chest. "I hope this doesn't bother you, Kye. I just need to be close to someone right now." He whispered.
"It okay." I said, and hugged his arm. I was asleep again in seconds. I woke up early and his arm was still over me and I was still clutching it close. I could feel his boner hard against my bum. I went back to sleep and woke up later as he was getting out of the bed.
"Hi." I whispered, turning over to see him in his glory. His flag was flying full staff.
"I'll be right back. I just gotta take care of this!" He said, grabbing it.
When he came back I was still facing him, so he got back in the bed and this time backed into me. I was hard as a rock too. "Hee hee! Feels like someone else needs to take care of something!" he said.
"I'm okay for now." I said.
He giggled and wiggled closer into my body. "It really felt good sleeping next to someone last night. Thanks! I mean it felt good being here with you, Kye." I was afraid to make anything more of that than what he actually said. I pulled him closer and sighed. "You're such a good friend!"
"How's you mom doing?"
"She's okay, I guess. She was surprised I came home last night. She said that they had some harsh words before dad left, but by the time you and I came home, Mom was mostly worried about Dad and where he might be. I told her that he was at a hotel and that he was alone. She told me she knew he was alone and that neither of them had done anything outside their marriage. She basically told me the same thing Dad did."
"Sounds like they've had more time to think about this than you have."
"Duh!" He said. "Damn! Today was supposed to be the day my dad coached you on your golf swing. Every time we make a plan, it falls through somehow. I want you to learn to golf. It'd be so cool to go places and play different courses with you! In case you didn't notice ... I really like you, Kye. Oh! You looked at me kind of funny last night when I called you that. Is it all right?"
"It's more than alright. It's what my brother calls me. And you are almost like another brother to me."
"That's it! I've been feeling strange about the feelings I've been having for you. I've never been as close with anyone ... not even a girl ... as I have with you. You're like the brother I never had. Maybe that's okay ... to like you that much ... as a brother!"
"There are different kinds of love, Mike." I said.
"Oh my gosh!" He said. "I never considered it as love ... but I guess it is. We won't make a big deal about that though ... will we?"
"What time is it, Mike?" I asked.
"I dunno. You probably want to sleep some more, don't you? I guess I could sleep some more too."
He snuggled in close again and I pulled him even closer and closed my eyes. I was nearly asleep when he said, "Kye?"
"M-hmh." I muttered, already mostly asleep.
"I love you."
"M-hmh."
Later, when the sun woke us up, I said, "Maybe you should just take me home. You might like some time with your mom ... and maybe even want to meet your dad somewhere."
"You're probably right. You're such a great friend!"
As I got out of his car, he said, "Did you hear what I said to you just before we went back to sleep this morning?"
"Yeah ... thanks. It' means a lot to me."
"Good -- I meant it. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Mike?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"I love you, bro!"
"Ohhhh yeaaaaah. Bye!" he said and drove away.
As I was about to open the door, I heard, "Hey, Tragg!"
I looked and Bob was sitting on his front porch. I waved and he got up and started for my house. I was still basking in the conversations I had earlier with Mike and really didn't want to be bothered. But ... I wasn't gonna be rude.
Bob came in and Mom and Dad were gone, leaving a note that they drove up to Uncle Jacks and wouldn't be back until tomorrow sometime. I decided not to tell Bob all of that. We did our usual suck fest after I made him wash himself more than usual. I thought about where the last place his dick might have been.
And after he left, I thought about what was happening.
I got physical satisfaction often with Bob. But he wasn't much into even trying to satisfy my emotional needs.
I got plenty of emotional support from Mike, but he wasn't much interested in any thing more than to jack off together ... and that was just as buds. We never as much as even mentioned his kiss again.
I knew that I was missing the combination of both those at once. But I wasn't even nineteen yet. What should I expect? I made my decision then and there to do something new tonight!
I found a gay bar in Bellflower called Flux. It was a regular alcohol bar and I was a little worried because I was under 21. I needn't have worried. I looked older than I was anyway.
But at least I didn't see a lot of kids there! I didn't even get in the bar and made eye contact with several pretty nice looking guys. "Hi. I'm Henry." Said one guy. Can I get you a drink?"
"Maybe a Seven up?" I said, with a grimaced smile.
"Underage, huh? I can have him put a little something in it for you."
"Naw, I don't want anything like that. Thanks." I walked on. He didn't follow me. I guessed he had his best luck with guys that had lost their inhibitions.
As I entered the actual bar, my eyes locked onto someone I thought I knew. But on getting closer ... I didn't. But we had already made eye contact, and he started toward me.
He smiled demurely. "Hi." He said, in a soft tone. "It looked for a moment like you knew me from somewhere."
"Well ... do you know me?" I asked.
"No, but -- I am a recovering alcoholic. I might have met you ... and more ... and not remember it."
"This doesn't seem like a good place for a recovering alcoholic!" I said, before I realized how insensitive that might sound. "Oh ... sorry ... that's none of my business."
"No -- you're quite right. I don't come here for the booze. It happens to be a great place to meet people." I detected an accent of some sort.
I found myself wondering how many guys he'd met here. "Shut the hell up!" I said to the voice in my head. I was getting kind of mesmerized by his dark shadowy beard. He had thinning hair on top. I was surprised at how the combination of his hair, his beard and his friendly smile was making my insides feel. He had to be at least 30! I told myself to be careful.
"You wanna dance?"
"I -- um -- never did it -- um -- with a guy."
He led me to the dance floor. There were only a couple others dancing. "I'll make it easy for yah." He said. "I'll be the girl!" he giggled. I thought about Mike and how easily he giggled. He pulled me in close and even though I was holding his left hand ... in the way I'd normally have danced with a girl, he was doing most of the leading -- sort of. Before I knew it, we were in a far corner of the bar and we sat down.
"You're new to this aren't you?"
"You could say that." I said.
"Are you gay?"
"I ... think ... so."
He leaned into me and kissed me. I responded with more than I planned on and his hand went around my head and he kissed me deeply. After the kiss, he said ... "I think so too. I don't think even bi-guys kiss like that!"
"Um -- did you want to go somewhere?" I said.
"You don't like this booth? Is it still too light for you? It's darker over there."
"No -- I meant somewhere else -- like away from the bar."
"Whoa, there partner! Maybe you should lighten up a little. If you're as new to this as I think you are, you might be a little more careful about getting private with the first guy you meet."
"You're not the first." I said.
"When was the first?"
"A guy accosted me as I entered the bar."
"Dude -- we don't even know each others' names. Is that how you want it?"
I looked at his face. Yes, he was definitely at least 30! But he looked so kind and good. This guy was trying to save me ... from myself. And that turned me on so much more than anything else might have!
"Um -- oh! I'm Kyle. My friends call me Kye."
Oh good grief! Why did I say that!? NO ONE calls me that except very special people. Is that how I want it to be with this guy ... who's name I don't even know yet!?
"I'm Jorge." He said. (Pronounced hoda-hay).
"Ah si!" I said smiling, "Espanol por George." My 2 years of high school Spanish is coming in handy already!
"Hablas Espanol?" He asked.
Instantly chagrinned, I answered, "Muy poquito!", my thumb and index finger making the "very little bit" sign.
"Ok, we'll keep it mostly English!" He laughed. "Are you from around here?"
"You're being nice!" I said.
"I hope so. I figured a kid as young as you are probably local. Do you still live with your parents?"
I thought, "Oh my gosh! Do we have to go into this?" I guess my face gave me away.
"Sorry, Kyle. That's none of my business."
"May I ask you something?" I said.
"Of course."
"Do you think I'm too young for you?"
"I've barely met you, Kyle, I - "
"But I'm only nineteen. And for some reason ... you seem very -- um -- appealing to me!"
"What I was going to say was that young men are all so different. Some are mature and others are ... not so mature as others. I don't know you well enough to tell yet."
"So ... I guess what I am asking is ... would you even go for a guy my age?"
"That's kind of a loaded question -- whether you know it or not. MOST older guys would LOVE it if a guy your age thought they were hot ... if that's what you meant by ... appealing."
"You don't seem ... like an older guy to me!"
"Haha! You know how to stroke me! Okay, look! I AM a nice guy. I don't want to take advantage of you. I'd love to be your friend, Kyle. And being your friend, can I give you some friendly advice?"
"I ... guess." I said, feeling about 12!
"You seem like a really nice kid, mi hijo. And you seem way too trusting ... to me. I'd just like to tell you ... be careful! There are too many guys - "
"Yeah, I know, my dad has - "
"Omigod! Now I got you comparing me to your dad!" He giggled.
"No ... NO!" I said. "I'm NOT comparing you to my dad!" I said. All I'm saying is that -- I've been warned. That's all. To tell you the truth -- I was hoping to find someone a little more mature. Not that I'm all that mature myself, but - "
"But don't you see, mi hijo, just the fact that you realize this MAKES you a little more mature than most guys your age! And to tell you the truth ... I seem to get along easier with guys much younger than myself. And I don't seem to relate well with guys my age. I guess that makes ME somewhat immature!"
"Have you -- um -- well -- I mean -- um -- do you have a lot of experience ... um ... with a lot of guys?"
"Actually not. Up until a couple years ago, I was married ... to a woman. And after we split -- divorced -- I've just kept to myself."
"Does that mean YOU'RE bisexual?"
"I -- I'm not sure I know the answer to that. I kissed a lot of women in my life ... and liked it. I've kissed a few boy ... er ... guys since we split ... and I can tell you this much. I prefer kissing guys."
I wondered about sex, but decided that was too much to ask. Jorge seemed to be reading my thoughts.
"And in case you were wondering -- I haven't had sex with anyone since our divorce. I'm not interested in cheap sex -- you know one night stands."
I wondered if that's why he thought I was here. I even questioned if I myself was here for that purpose. Why did I come here tonight? "I -- I -- guess I see what you mean. I guess -- well -- maybe that's my immaturity coming out. I hadn't given it that much thought ... I mean ... why I'm here tonight. I guess I don't want cheap sex either. I guess ... well, I KNOW now -- I'm glad that I met you! I really like you! Maybe I NEED someone who -- I dunno -- maybe who will take care of me ... I mean in that way!"
"Hablas un comida grande!"
"Um ... I speak a large meal?" I tried to translate.
"Maybe in Ingles it would be, you have said a mouthful, pardner!" He laughed.
"Okay." I said. "So -- after all that ... I still like you and ... trust you. I'll get back to my original question: Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"I live close. Just down Clark Avenue a couple blocks. Did you have something like that in mind?" He said.
My stomach felt like it would come right out through my throat. "Y -- yes?" I said.
"Before we go ... I want you to know something."
"What?"
"I haven't ever done this. And my plan ... well, I have no plan! But I don't think that this will be a score for either of us -- depending on what a score might be."
"Okay then!" I said. "Shall I follow you?"
He grinned. "We haven't even shared a drink!"
"That's okay, I'm too young to drink. I don't know if I'll ever be that old!"
"I hope not!" He smiled.
I followed him the couple blocks to his apartment. It was quite old and from the outside looked pretty shabby. But on the inside it was clean and bright. "I painted and wall papered it, myself." He said. "And the fish ... Well, I like tropical fish." Then he turned out all the lights.
The fish tanks were the only light in the room. "No TV?" I said. Actually there was only one chair and a love seat -- and 3 aquariums in the living room. Oh -- and a side table between the couch and the chair.
"Naw. Waste of time! I would rather read or watch my fish! And of course listen to music. What do you like?"
"Whatever you like!" I said.
He took out a CD: "Villa Fontana Strings" and put it on low. "Would you like a drink?"
"Do you have 7-up?"
"Sprite okay?"
"Yup!" I said.
"Two double shots of Sprite coming up!" He laughed.
He poured it out and brought the glasses to the living room ... which was really just part of the same room as the kitchen. "Siéntese." He said, rightly thinking I'd know that meant to sit down. I sat where I was standing -- on a chair. "Wouldn't you like to sit over here next to me?" He said indicating the love seat sized couch.
I grinned and stepped over to him and impishly kissed his lips before I sat down. "You're awfully cute!" He said.
"So are you!" I agreed.
Both of us had broad grins. As he sat down next to me and our faces converged and tilted in opposite directions. We kissed again, not unlike the kiss at the bar. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. "You're a very sexy guy too!" I said. He took my drink and put both on the table beside him and kissed me again.
"I could get used to this. You kiss very nicely! I think you've had more practice than I have!"
In the low light, his day's shadow of beard was begging me to touch it -- and I did. He seemed to purr as I stroked his face. We kissed again and I stroked the ample hair on his arm. He moaned. I turned and tried to climb on top of him, but it was difficult on the love seat. I stood and took his hand and pulled him toward what I was sure had to be the bedroom.
"You're kind of scaring me, Kyle. I mean for you~! Is this really what you want?"
"It's just more comfortable when we can straighten out." I said.
The only light in his room was coming from the fish tanks in the other room. I stood close to him, next to the bed, and felt his face again. "I love the feel of your beard ... and this!" I said, stroking his arm hair. I brought his hand to my face and sniffed it. "You even smell good!"
"Kyle?" He whispered.
"Yes?"
"I'm just gonna let you be the leader here -- if that's okay."
I pulled him close and with my hands on his butt and pulled him up close to me. We both sighed. His warm breath on my neck and shoulder felt great!
I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He moaned "¡Ah mi Dios!" He whimpered.
I pushed him down on the bed and I almost ripped off my pullover shirt off me and fell on the bed next to him. I moved in close and looked into his eyes. All we could see was the shine. "Are you okay with this?"
"¡Sí! ¡Mi Dios sí!" he whispered.
I climbed on top of him and let my weight down on him. "Am I too heavy?"
"No. Es celestial."
I kissed him deeply. He smelled like -- a man should smell. Honest odors. I rolled us so he was on the top. His thrusting was involuntary -- as mine was. We both felt the wood inside our pants. We kissed some more. I wanted to do everything with this sexy man! But I knew better. He did too and said so. "We should stop." Was all he said.
"I know."
"You have done more?" He asked, tentatively.
"Yes." I said. "but -- not much more."
"Kyle -- you -- you're only 19. I -- I -- have never even done this much. -- with any guy."
"I've done some stuff with friends."
"More than one?" He asked.
"Several." I said.
"All at once?"
"Huh?" I said. "Oh -- no! Mostly it was with only one guy -- before we hit puberty. But once -- recently -- I was with two guys."
"Oh! What did you -- oh! never mind! That was none of my business!"
"Jorge, I have not done that much, please believe me."
"Oh, I DO believe you. But whatever you have done is more than I have!"
"I'll be gentle." I giggled. He rewarded me with another of his cute giggles.
My phone rang. I ignored it. "Don't you want to answer it?" He said. "It might be your mother! You should not ignore it."
"Hello?"
"Where are you?!" Asked Mike. "I came by your house and your car's not there."
"I met a dude -- I'm at his place."
"Oh! Gah! Why did you answer the phone, goober??!! Maybe you'll tell me about it in the morning! Bye!"
I put my phone away. "You have to go, don't you?" He said.
"Nope! Not at all."
"Look, Kyle -- I really don't think that we should do anything more -- tonight -- but - "
"I know... you're right." I said. "But -- can I stay?"
"You -- you mean -- all night?"
"Is that okay?"
"I'm not sure I could sleep." He said.
"Wanna try it?" I taunted.
"¡Sí! ¡Oh, mi hijo... Sí!"
Notes: Okay, so our boy likes to live dangerously. But it seems he chose a safe guy to do it with, anyway! Comments are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve