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 - Mike's dad. Bob -- Old best friend Jorge -- New friend
From Chapter 4:
"Papi -- I just want to be wanted and ... to want someone to want me to feel the same. Just for now!"
I know. It was calculated ... I saw his resolve crumbling when I called him that!
"Maybe like your friend's padre -- just for tonight -- and let mañana take care of itself."
"Can you do that?" I said. "¿Es posible?"
"Sí, mi hijo, sí." He said, almost reluctantly. He sighed. I guess I wore him down. Or ... he LET me wear him down. Whatever it was, I wanted it ... I could almost taste it!
Chapter 5
My cell phone rang. "Hi!" I said. I saw Mike's I.D.
"Hi yourself! You sound happy. Have things taken a turn for the better with your friend?"
"Maybe." I said coyly, looking at Jorge. He gave me a cute querying look.
"Is it too late to go over there tonight?" Asked Mike.
"I'm here now."
"Oh! Um ... I'm not sure ... um ... do you think you want my dad to know that you're ... you know ... ?"
"Oh. I -- um - <<SIGH!>> I dunno. Whatta you think?"
"Maybe it can wait `til tomorrow?"
"Good then." I said. "Just a minute." I pressed the mute button on my phone. "Jorge, they can't come tonight. How about tomorrow?"
"I work tomorrow, but maybe en la noche?"
"Mike -- how about tomorrow night?"
"After your driving range practice?" Mike said. "Dad, do you want to go over there tomorrow night?"
"Tell su amigo to plan on staying tomorrow night at least! He doesn't need to pay for another night at that hotel!"
"Jorge said to tell your dad to plan to stay at least tomorrow night, anyway. That way he can move his stuff out of the hotel in the morning."
Mike relayed that to his dad. "EXCELLENT!" I heard his dad say.
"You heard him. We'll all go over there tomorrow night after practice."
"Jorge -- They know that you're gay -- I hope it was okay to tell them."
"Of course. It is what I am!" he said as if he'd always felt that way.
Which made what I said next a bit harder. "Papi -- Mike knows I'm gay -- but his dad doesn't."
"And you would like me to help you keep this deception?" He said, but not accusingly.
"Yes?" I grimaced.
"No problemo Hijo. I was once your age. ¡Infierno! I was once 30!" He grinned.
"You still seem like 30!" I said. He grinned even wider.
He walked to me and put his arms around me. He looked deeply into my eyes. "Hijo, I am taking you for -- (que se dice?)
-- at your word?" I smiled querulously. "I will follow your lead. Remember? This is only for tonight. But ... Since you already lead me last night ... I will do for you what you have done for me."
I wanted to tell him not to worry about that. But then it occurred to me that he deserved to know what it feels like to give me pleasure. I pulled him to his bedroom. We again undressed each other. I was so glad I thought of this. At least for me, it was a real turn on. It was obvious he liked it too.
All the while he was jerking me off, he kept eye contact with me. I didn't know what a turn on that could be either. I never did that with Bob or Mike! I felt myself building. I asked him to go slower. He kept watching my eyes. We kissed and he moaned. I guess he liked doing me!
When I could wait no longer, I said, "Go for it, Papi! Go fast!"
He did and we kissed and I wondered if my head or body would explode. They didn't. But they filled with the orgasmic excitement and feeling. I was breathing extremely deeply and panting loudly, crying out my pleasure ... but not too loud. I was still aware that he had neighbors. When I was finished, rather than feeling exhausted -- as I usually did, I felt energized. I grabbed him and kissed him deeply and long, amazed that the feeling didn't disappear when the spasms stopped.
I was moaning when I heard it: "Oh -- Hijo! Te amo ... Te amo, Hijo!"
I immediately grabbed his uncut meat and started to jerk it up and down -- maybe two or three times before he was crying out as I had and I again kissed him and his spooge came bounding out of his foreskin, coating my hand and all of his meat ... as well as again thoroughly dremnching his pubes.
We lay side by side for a good ten minutes, while we regained our regular heart beats.
"I gotta go home tonight, Papi."
"I know. School, huh?"
"Yeah." I said, as I reluctantly got out of the bed. I looked down and saw that there was cum all over the front of me. "Um -- would it be okay for me to take a quick shower before I get dressed? Do you have a towel I can use?"
"Of course. The towels are in the cabinet just outside the bathroom door."
I got up and padded to the bathroom. I turned the water on and got in the shower. I pulled back the curtain and hollered, "Papi -- will you come and shower with me?"
"¡Sí! ¡Oh, Sí, mi hijo!" He said and joined me. He insisted on washing me. It felt so good to have his soapy hands glide all over me. When he got to my dick, he bent over and blew on it -- and giggled. I shivered! I closed my eyes and thought any second I might feel his lips around it. But he came back up and kissed me again as he stroked my again throbbing pole between my legs. When I shot my load the second time I almost fainted but he caught me and kissed me deeply. When I went to reciprocate, he said, "No-no, no esta vez. Esto es su vuelta. It is your turn!"
We dried off and he followed me to the bedroom and sat on the bed -- nude as he watched me dress. Before I left, he said, "What I said earlier, Hijo - "
"- that you love me? I know. It's what I felt last night ... I feel it now. But -- it will probably go away."
"Will it?" He said.
I came back to the bed and leaned down to him. I knelt and picked up his soft penis, its contents safely ensconced in it's hood. He sat and watched curiously as I fingered it and before it got too hard, I quickly put my mouth around it and sucked some of the juice out. I shuddered at the strong taste, then came up to kiss his mouth.
His eyes were closed and his lips already parted. "There's so much more I'd like to show you!" I said. I pushed him down onto the bed, and climbed onto his naked body and held him for several moments before getting off him and walking out the door. "Adios, Hijo Dulce!" He said softly. "Te amo!"
I thought about that all the way home. "Te amo". Did he really love me ... or think he did? Because that's how I felt last night. As I pulled up to my house, I tried to remember my own reaction to his "Te amo" but by that time ...by the time I got home the feeling left me.
"How did last night go?" Asked Mike.
"Do you really want to know?"
"No details, please! But are you still going to be seeing him?"
"Maybe ... probably. I like him a lot!"
"Is he really ... 42?"
"Yeah. Don't say it. I even get all ... EW ... if I try to make sense of it." We were in our chem. Lab and setting up an experiment. "What do you think of it?" I asked Mike.
"I hate to get judgmental on you, Kye. On the surface, it seems crazy. But ... If that's what you like ... who's business is it ... but yours? I have to say ... I'm more than a little interested to meet him. I kind of wonder if my dad will wonder something. Well, if he moves in with your guy ... what's his name?"
"Jorge."
"Oh yeah ... Hor-Hey. If Dad moves in. it will be hard to keep it a secret -- very long."
"I suppose." I said.
After school we met Tommy and went to the driving range. I was catching on to the golf swing, so we went on to the practice putting green. I took my stance and Tommy chuckled. He came up behind me and thrust his pelvis right into my bum. "Suck in your butt and your gut! You want to make the putter an extension of your arms. And they will become a pendulum."
I was supposed to do a bucket of balls per day, but since this day, we weren't to meet Jorge until 3 hours after school was out, we practiced a lot longer. By the time we left the golf course, I was used to either Tommy or Mike accosting my backside without warning. (I'm not complaining ... on either account!)
When we got to Jorge's, he opened the door. And I said, Jorge, this is my friend, Mike and his dad, ... well, I guess I can say my friend ... Tommy." Tommy looked at me and smiled surprisingly at that statement. Both of them seemed shy when they shook hands. They both sized the other up almost comically. But they also both realized that in less than a few hours, they would be sleeping under the same roof.
We all went out to dinner to a place called "Jim's Drive-in". It was back in Pico Rivera, where we had to go pick up Tommy's stuff from the hotel storage room. Jim's had wonderful onion rings!
We left Jorge and Tommy at the drive-in. "Gosh that's strange!" Said Mike.
"What?"
"To see my dad go off with a guy I know is gay! "What again did you and he ... oh! Never mind!"
"Mike ... we didn't do even as much as you and I did." I told him -- though that was a stretch of the truth.
"Oh! We DID kiss each other."
"I don't want to hear about it!"
"You don't want to hear about it or ... you don't want to be reminded how much you liked it when I kissed you?"
Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said, "Please don't remind me of that again, Kye. It happened. It was in the past. And ... I want to forget it."
"Sorry." I said.
When we got to Mikes house ... I parked my car and Mike sat dead still -- for about 3 minutes. Then he opened the door, got out and said, "Well, I guess I better get inside. See you tomorrow, huh?"
"Yeah." I said. "Maybe tomorrow you'll tell me what you couldn't just now."
He looked at me for another long moment then closed the car door and walked to his door. He looked back before closing it.
I assumed that Mike's and my paths would cross on Tuesday ... but they didn't. I was surprised how disappointed I felt. I wondered if he felt the same.
As I was about to walk up to my house after school, I heard a familiar whistle. Bob beckoned for me to come across the street. I gave him the "Just a moment" sign and ran in and told Mom I was going over to Bob's for awhile. "Will you be home for dinner?"
"I think so. I don't know what he wants. I'll let you know if I won't."
"Okay. He's welcome if he wants to eat stuffed bell peppers. Your brother will be here too."
"Then just plan on us. I know that Bob will want to see Kevin."
"Okay Honey!"
I ran across the street. He was waiting for me at his door. "You're coming for stuffed bell peppers at 6:00. Kev will be there too."
He opened the door and I followed him in. He closed the door behind me and said in my ear, "I hope I'm cumming sometime before that! I'm so horny!"
"You and that girl I saw you with down in Lakewood - "
"Oh yeah ... that slut! She fucked my brains out all weekend! But -- that's not what I want! And ... that was 2 weekends ago!"
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Not her! Right now I just wanna suck your dick!"
"Bob!" I said.
"I know -- it's been years since I did it. But I remember how we used to go down on each other -- together, and it's really making me horny!"
"So you want to go down together?"
"Naw -- not this time. I've just got this hunger for your dick! I don't know what else to tell you."
"But ... you don't want to kiss me!" I marveled.
"Ew! Nuh-uh!"
"Well, I just don't want that to happen." I said. "I've outgrown that stuff. I can justify sex just for the sake of sex, but if you can't even bring yourself to - "
"Kye-kye!" He whined.
"Don't call me that! That's my brother's name for me!" I'm not sure why i all of a sudden decided to be so pissy!
"So THAT'S it! It's Kevin who's been satisfying my cutie pie! Can I at least get you off -- by hand?"
He looked from one eye to the other, and I could see he was hurting for some reason. I caved. I undressed and said, "Do what ever you want, Bud."
He undressed and pushed me down on the couch. He started to jerk me off. He looked into my eyes. I was hoping he wanted to kiss me. He said, "I just want someone to care about me for a few minutes. Is that too much to ask?"
"No ... it's not ... go for it!" I said. I did love the guy! We'd been through so much together! He grabbed hold of me and started to jerk me wildly. He knew how I liked it ... after 8 years of doing me. I was getting close ... you know what I mean -- so close that nothing mattered. I could get this way with Bob. I trusted him that much.
When I started to take huge gulps of air, he bent down and kept jacking it into his mouth. I lay back and extended every limb as he sucked out every drop he could get from me. When he was finished ... when I was finished ... I asked him ... "Won't you give a little back to me?"
"Huh?"
"Give me some back ... into my mouth!" I said.
"I just don't wanna make this about me."
"But don't you see -- that's what you have done. Did you even wonder what I wanted?"
Bob looked dubiously at me then planted a wet kiss on my mouth -- a wet cummy kiss! I melted and grabbed him and hugged him close. And ... he hugged me back. When it was over, he said, "It wasn't bad, Kye! Not as bad as I imagined. It was actually better than kissing the slut! You're ... a good kisser! When did you say dinner is?"
We went back to my house and Kevin was there. He gave us both a very knowing look. But he couldn't guess what just happened ... Bob actually kissed me! If only ...
I was with Mike the very next night, and we were having a mutual wank after I helped him study the periodic table in his bedroom ... before his mom got home from work. If Bob kissed me ... why couldn't Mike?
"Kye -- I really like you ... maybe even ... well ... I know that we've done this a few times, but - "
"And I never got to give you that blow job!" I added.
"No ... you let your friend do that for you ... remember?"
How could I ever forget?
"But you kissed me then!" I whined -- but made it as if I was kidding ... except I wasn't!
"Yeah, and I'm sorry if that gave you the wrong impression. I got carried away." Mike said. "I almost wish I COULD feel the same as you! I just don't know what it would be to want to kiss another guy. I even sometimes wonder what that feels like!"
"I've wanted you to kiss me for as long as I've know you." I grinned. "I hope that doesn't weird you out too much!"
"Really, it feels kinda ... weird ... but -- it's actually kind of -- um -- sweet or something. I -- never had a friend as good as you, Kyle. It's odd really -- if I can tell you something." I nodded, getting more serious. "Kye, you're the best friend I've ever had.. Maybe I never let myself get close to a guy before -- you know -- afraid of my own feelings and maybe even the wrong reaction?"
I smiled and nodded again. "Kye -- I feel like I can trust you. I have feelings. I mean -- guys aren't supposed to have feelings ... are they? But I do. It's not a sexual feeling I have for you ... really! I've felt them about other guys that I've ... God, I was almost ready to say loved! But that's what it is, isn't it? A guy can love another guy without it becoming sexual ... can't he?"
"I -- g-guess -- so." I said, wondering if he knew just how sexual my feelings for him were.
"I mean ... it is kinda weird, knowing that you probably DO feel those sexual feelings ... and all."
"You see, Mike!" I said. "You even seem to read my mind!"
"I just think two guys can be in sync with each other -- and it doesn't HAVE to be about sex ... you know?"
"Well .. I guess." I said. "But ... with me ... of course it IS often about sex."
"But ... Kye ... I'm almost afraid ... will that be -- like -- a deal breaker between us someday? I mean if you always get turned on around me ... will that mean that you can't stand to be with me ... someday ... any more?"
"I wish I could answer that, Mike. I want to say no. Because I feel the same as you do. I've never felt the same about anyone. And if you ever tell Bob that ... I'll deny it and call you a liar!" I laughed. Then I got serious again. "But you know what, Mike?"
"What?"
"I almost don't WANT you to be gay."
"Don't worry about that!" He said quickly. "Um ... but why?"
"I'm not even sure, but I know I'd not want my brother to know even that you and I have done ... as much as we've done! He knows about me ... and he knows about me and Bob! But I don't think I want him to know about you and me!"
Mike got a horrified look on his face. "Oh God no! I'd not want Kevin Tragg to think I'm that way!"
"That way?"
"You know what I mean!" he defended. "It's just like you said. We've done some things -- that I wouldn't care for him to know about."
"Yeah ... that's it!" I said.
"And the thing that's funny ... and kind of ironic ... is that I know very well that even the great Kevin Tragg -- gets himself off -- probably as much as I do! Just maybe not with other guys around."
I resisted the urge to tell Mike that Kevin didn't feel at all intimidated to do it with me in the same room ... almost every night of our sharing a bedroom together. He did that more than I did ... when we were together. I imagined that I probably did it more when we were NOT together ... but I'm not so sure about that either. I kept this to myself. I didn't want to burst Mike's bubble!
"Hey ... I know you wanted to meet my brother. I wish I'd thought about you the other night. He was home for dinner -- and Bob came over. We used to play football on our street when he was in middle school."
"You played football?" Mike said incredulously.
"I was not bad at catching Kev's passes. He and I would be a team and Bob and another guy up the street would be the other. Of course it was tag ball ... playing on the asphalt."
"Of course. So the great Kevin Tragg honed his quarterback skills throwing passes to his little brother! How cool is that?!"
I was so proud of my big brother! "Hey -- this Friday is our last game at Cerritos. But maybe afdter that we can go see some S.C. games. My dad goes to every home game. He'd love some company!"
"That would be very cool! Maybe one of those nights I'll meet the legend."
"You have a way of making me feel like I'm in my brother's shadow!" I pouted.
"Aww -- I'm sorry Kye! It's just - "
"It's okay! Kev is somewhat of a legend even in the family! Dad sure is proud of him."
"Your dad ... is he not proud of you too?" Said Mike. "I sure am!"
I fought back a sudden teary feeling. I looked at Mike and he indeed had a proud look on his face. "Aw -- that's just silly! What could you be proud of me about?"
"You're smart ... you're good at all the classes I struggle with! And you're still interested in being my friend. My BEST friend!"
I wanted to run to him and throw my arms around him! Then he said, "And best of all ... you're Kevin Tragg's Brother!" He grinned widely.
I gave him the finger.
Both of us lost our wood in that discussion. "If we're gonna get this done before my mom comes home we better get to it!" I giggled. We started to wank furiously. Mike came almost immediately.
"Well!" I mused. "SOMEONE has a short fuse!"
What happened next I couldn't fully describe. He leaned over and kissed my lips just as I started to breath hard. That got such a response that I shook all over and moaned loudly as my spunk shot all over both of us ... because of the position he had placed himself to give me what I wanted.
"Are you okay, Michael?" his mom came home without us knowing it! She heard us!!!
"Yes, Mom!" He said, looking panicky for a moment. "Kyle's here and ... ummm ... he -- uhh - he just stubbed his toe on the foot of my desk!"
"Can I get you anything, Kyle?"
"NO!! I - um - I mean - um no -- I'll be okay!" I said stifling a laugh. Mike had stepped over to the door and turned the lock. "I just wish I could bend enough to get my toe in my mouth! That would feel the best!" I laughed.
She then laughed and said, "Well, maybe you can get your best friend to suck it for you!"
We both laughed out loud at that remark. "You are very dirty boys ... like ALL boys!" She laughed.
It then hit me ... first the kiss and then ... his mom knew I was his best friend. He must have talked to her about that. I was touched more than Mike even knew. In a matter of two days, I had gotten a kiss from both of my best friends! I didn't mention the kiss again -- to either of them. If they wanted to talk about it ... I was open.
Saturday, we went golfing. Somehow Tommy had gotten enough coins together to pay our green fees. I sucked ... well not literally ... which is what I WISHED I could have been doing! Well, maybe soon. He kissed me didn't he? I had more contact with Tommy, with his correcting my form -- using his body to get me into position. Mike did it exactly once! And that ass hole giggled and copped a feel when he did it!
The Saturday night was our last football game of the season. It wasn't a big game ... we weren't that high in the league. But we still had a game scheduled at Bakersfield. Mike's mom paid for a night in a motel in Bakersfield. Mike asked her if she minded if his dad stayed there with us. She said that was her plan. She knew he needed to bond with his son and after all ... she still loved him a lot!
What we DIDN'T plan on was that Tommy asked Jorge if He wanted to go ... The motel room had two queen sized beds. I'm sure that Mike's Mom was thinking Mike and I would share a bed as we always did when we stayed over with her. When we got there ... after the game ... which Bakersfield slaughtered us at ... Mike asked if we'd mind if he slept with his dad. That left me with Jorge! I was sure Mike planned that!
"I'm young!" I said. "I can sleep on the floor!"
"Naw!" Said Tommy. "They have rollaways for these situations!"
"No no! This bed is plenty big for both of us, Mi hijo! ¡Usted dormirá aquí conmigo!" Did he just call me his child ... in front of Tommy?!! I was at once panicky until I saw the looks on Tommy and Mike's faces. They didn't understand a word! I relaxed. He had just told me that I was going to sleep with him!
"¡Pues, si insiste!" I said. "¡Soy suyo!" I said, and the other two just looked amused that we spoke Spanish to each other. They didn't have a clue that I'd just told him "If you insist! I'm yours!"
Our motel had a 24 hour fitness and pool, so when the game was over, after Jorge took us out for a Denny's 4th meal, we headed back to the motel for a swim and a workout.
I felt I was pretty fit, but all three of those guys put me to shame! Tommy had some love handles, but other than that he was fit and trim and ... buff! Jorge was fit with not more than 2 ounces of fat on him! I never got a chance to be "with the guys" before in any normal way, so I was a little intimidated that none of them thought anything about going nude in the room!
I was afraid I'd spring a big one, but just like in the school locker rooms, my innate nervousness kept it at bay. I will say though ... it was not exactly wrinkled and shrunk like it usually is getting out of the pool. Okay, I know you're dying to know their stats:
Mike -- or I should say ... "Mike's" like I already said is somewhat smaller than mine ... about average, as were the other two. But ... Jorge's uncut meat was the most exotic looking and with it's drooping foreskin, hund down at least as low as my own!
Mike was delicious in his very clean looking body ... nearly hairless. He is blond and his dad looks like he probably WAS blond when he was younger.
Tommy's hair is thinning and his body hair, unlike Jorge's is fine ... but abundant enough. It was Tommy's ever-shadowy beard that kept me looking back at him over and over. That made me drool a bit! I hoped that Mike didn't notice me staring at his dad! Before lights out, it seemed to be understood that all of us were sleeping commando ... eek!
Tommy's and Mike's very clean genitals were almost twins!
"Is it true what they say about being uncut, Jorge?" Asked Tommy as if he were asking what time it was. "Does that keep you more sensitive for longer?"
Jorge shrugged and smiled - somewhat embarrassed - and replied, "I don't know, amigo. I've never been cut!"
You know those motel drapes with the blackout drape behind them? Tommy pulled them closed all the way. It was pitch black in there. So it was not hard for Jorge and me to cuddle most of the night. We were quiet. I couldn't help thinking about the other bed ... Mike and ...
In the morning, I was the first to hit the shower. I was surprised when I heard the bathroom door open, close and lock. I was almost afraid to find out who it was. "Dude! You guys didn't make any noise last night!" He whispered. I hoped it was Mike!
Then the shower curtain parted and Mike stepped in. "Make room for your best friend!" He giggled softly. Did he have a change of heart? And change of ... ?? I was soaping my self with a wash cloth. I felt the familiar surge down below. Well, it wasn't as if Mike hadn't ever seen my wood! I stepped to the back of the shower so he could get wet. He had a completely hard pee boner and let it loose in the shower stream. "Ahhhh hohoh hoooooo!" He moaned as he let his piss go into the air. I thought it was pretty loud, but the rattley old fan was on.
"Old dudes just don't care about being seen, do they?" He said. "Both Dad and your Jorge just seem to be completely comfortable staying nude in the room!"
"My Jorge? Well ... um ... Um -- yeah, I guess." I said. "I kind of got used to it."
"You guess?" He said. "Of course you would like that!" he giggled.
"No -- that's not it." I said more seriously. It got his rapt attention. "Mike -- you traveled with the Warren High football team, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Aren't all guys like that when they are together?"
"NO!"
"I wouldn't know. I never was with a bunch of guys away from home. I mean ... my brother and I -- we never thought anything about seeing each other naked. But that kind of made me uncomfortable too."
"Oh -- Wow! I'll bet your brother ... um ... never mind!" He said and even with the hot water on him I could see how red his face became suddenly.
"My brother is about your size -- his dick, I mean." I said matter-of-factly, knowing that's what he was wondering.
"Oh." He said, in a non-committal way.
"But you should see his balls!" I teased.
"Why?!!"
"They're as big as your and mine put together!"
"Jeez, Kye! Now I won't be able to get that image from my head!"
"Yeah," I laughed, "Pretty awesome huh?" I giggled
"Awesome!!?? I hope to meet him next week .. and all I'll be able to think about is his big balls!" Said Mike, unconsciously pushing down on his growing meat.
"I don't care what you do ... Mike ... Kevin isn't that way!"
"Wha ... what way! No! You got this all wrong! Okay, I'll admit a freakin' solid male body does impress me, but not in THAT way!
"Don't tell me!" I said. "Tell that to your dick!" I laughed loudly.
"SHH ... shhh!" He said, now starting to giggle nervously. "You suck!"
"Yeah ... and you're point is ... ?" I said.
"My point is that ... you might just as well suck me now as any time!" He whispered.
I didn't waste any time looking for confirmation in his eyes ... I was on my knees before he could change his mind. I sucked and bobbed on him as fast as I could and before long, he was trying to quietly take huge gulps of air and exhaling just as heavily. He lost his equilibrium and slipped down under me. I had caught some of his spunk, but as he slipped under me it kept shooting up into my nether regions and then legs.
He looked totally surprised as I helped him fall under me and when he had slipped to where out faces were even, my mouth was half open and half smiling. He just clamped his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply ... like that first time.
When we were finished, he said, "This doesn't go beyond this shower ... right?"
"Nope. Best friends don't rat each other out ... do they?" I said, seriously.
Tommy drove us up to Bakersfield. Mike's mom paid for the motel. Jorge got dinner last night. So ... I bought us breakfast at the same Denny's we'd eaten at last night. Mike sat opposite me, next to his dad. Jorge sat next to me but completely ignored me. I wondered if he had heard anything while Mike and I were in the shower. And Tommy -- he seemed to not even be able to look his own son in the eyes. Or maybe that was Mike's doing. Whatever had happened, I felt like odd man out. But I wondered if everyone felt that way for some reason.
If this were one of those stupid Hollywood movies, or one of those avant-garde novelists, they'd end it here, never to know if I ended up happy. But I have higher hopes than that because ... this IS a Nifty story and MY god (lower case, because that would be ... Steve ... my creator!) is known for happy endings! And if you care about me, you'll write to him and tell him I deserve a happy ending too! (I hear he responds well to begging! Please, Steve ... this is your Kye-Guy. I want a happy ending!)
Notes: You heard the boy! Address comments to Steve (no ... not god!) at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.
Thanks and ... love, Steve