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 5:
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.
Chapter 6
"Maybe I could ride up with you one the way back -- at least to start." Asked Jorge of Tommy. "Let the jovens have their space."
"I guess that might be okay -- at least to start." Said Tommy.
We were coming into Grapevine and I was awake, loving the fact that Mike had fallen asleep and leaned over with his head on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and was almost asleep myself when Jorge said, "Will you get off the freeway? I need to use the toilet."
I had to go too, so I got out and followed Jorge into the gas station restroom. We stood side by side relieving ourselves, neither saying a word. Finally Jorge said, "You and Mike seemed to be enjoying your shower this morning."
"Yeah, it was kind of fun. He's my best friend. We do like to joke around. I wish he was gay!"
"It sounded like he was!" He said, snappishly.
"Oh -- did you -- um -- what are you trying to tell me?" I asked.
"I thought that you and I were pretty close last night!"
"I liked -- um -- sleeping with you."
"We didn't only sleep!"
"Sorry ... we cuddled -- right?"
"I was -- um -- I guess disappointed in what I heard -- after -- I mean -- I assumed that -- well, it seemed like there was something else ... between you and me ... last night." Said Jorge.
Someone else walked in the bathroom, so he stopped talking. We washed up and when we got back to the car, Mike was sitting in the front seat. We got in the back. "Sorry, Jorge, but this is why I came along this weekend. To be with my son. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't." Was all he said. He got in his door and sat as far against the door as possible and closed his eyes. I felt like I'd just gotten slapped in the face. He told me earlier in the week that he didn't think we should be doing what we were doing so ... I guess I didn't think cuddling with him was as special as ... he thought.
Mostly I felt bad because of the hurt I saw on his face. I didn't even notice the tears that were filling my eyes until Mike looked back. I was embarrassed. He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it.
I half smiled and yawned ... as if it was that which might have caused the tears. I wiped my eyes and closed them. I opened them again as I felt Mike's hand squeeze my knee again. But he wasn't looking at me. He had closed his own eyes but left his hand on my leg. I felt comfortable and ... good ... as I fell asleep.
When they dropped me off, I went into the house and my Mom said that Bob had been over. I walked over to his house and he opened the door before I got to it.
""Hi Kye!" He said. "Your mom said you went to Bakersfield last night."
"Yeah. Last game."
"How was the game?"
"Don't ask!"
"That bad huh?" He said. "I went to the USC game with your dad."
"Huh?" I said. Dad wasn't that impressed with Bob.
"Yeah, Kevin called and asked him to come ... and to bring you. But when your dad told him that you were on your way to Bakersfield, he asked your dad to bring me. Kye -- your dad is so cool! I never knew!"
"I -- I guess." I said.
"No -- really! I was always kind of afraid of him. But he's a super nice guy! How was the weekend other than that? Did you and Mike have fun?"
"We -- erm -- yeah, I guess."
"You guess? Dude -- he's your best friend. Did something go wrong?"
I guess he read the almost panicky look on my face and added, "Kye! I know the score. You're my bud! Almost like a brother I never had. I know he's your best friend. It's okay!"
"Bob -- I - "
"Really, don't worry about it. I hope he'll be what you want him to be. Sometimes I wonder about him myself. Dude! I could never be your boyfriend. But maybe -- in time -- he'll cave!"
"Jorge was there with us too."
"The old Mexican dude? What did he want? Why - why was he there?"
"I didn't THINK he wanted anything." I said.
"What DID he want?"
"I dunno. We couldn't do ANYTHING with Tommy there?"
"Tommy?"
"Mike's dad. They're roommates now."
"Dude! Mikes dad and the Mexican have hooked up? Major bad! I know you like him!"
"Actually I had just gotten used to the idea that he and I weren't going to happen. That was his doing. He said we shouldn't be doing what we were. But then he got jealous of me and Mike."
"But -- there's nothing going on ... with you and Mike ... is there?"
"N-not really." I felt paranoid at my waffling answer to his question. I quickly added, "But I spent most of my time with Mike. Jorge acted pissed -- or hurt -- or something. Omigod! I sound like a girl!" I said.
"That's it! You can get a sex change then you can be my girlfriend!" He joked. "You sure know how to kiss! I wish some girls kissed like that!"
"That'd be kind of hard for them." I said.
"Why?"
"It'd be hard for you to suck their dick and give then back some of their own cum!" I said sarcastically.
"And for that, you get to suck mine this time!"
"Took you long enough!"
"What?" He said.
"To get around to the real reason you asked me to come over!" I said, one eye raised.
Bob smiled like he'd been caught. "Maybe we can do it like we used to in middle school."
By this time I was as horned up as Bob was. We understood each other so well. We were already in his room. We both tore off our clothes and fell on the bed, each of out faced buried in the other's crotch!
Okay ... maybe he WAS a little more horny than I was! First of all he ravaged my mouth and throat. If I'd done that to him, he couldn't have talked for a week. But luckily for me he was not as large as me in the dick department. I swallowed every drop of his bitter nectar.
This time I didn't have to ask. He just pulled me on top of him and started to kiss me ... deeply. He had not swallowed most of my spunk and I was glad. Mine's sweet. I sucked in as much as he would give me and swallowed it, getting the bitter taste out of my mouth.
As I kissed him, I closed my eyes and he seemed to be replaced by someone else. I shuddered as I realized who it was. I moaned my distress ... and Bob thought I was getting into the kiss. "Yeah, I know. I finally know." He whispered. "I really do wish that Mike would kiss you like that. I know you want him to! I like it ... I have to admit -- but it's not my thing ... really!"
I didn't have the heart to tell him that it wasn't him I was moaning about ... and it wasn't Mike either!
"Thanks, Bob. I needed to have someone ... well you know!"
"You know I do! What are buds for?" He said.
The next week went slow. I saw Mike at chemistry and our lab. We made plans to go see Kevin play for USC. I told him that Bob would be there. "Oh. Are we gonna do nine in the morning?" He said as if I hadn't even mentioned Bob.
"Sure!" I said.
I was still practicing hitting golf balls. I loved that he still wanted to play with me and ... teach me. I wasn't that good, but Mike made it clear that he liked spending the time with me.
He picked me up and told me that his dad would be coming with us. I tried to subdue the little thrill I felt. I liked the way Tommy touched me as he taught me.
When we got to his dad's place (well, okay -- Jorge's place!) We went in and Jorge was cordial enough -- but no more. Then Tommy asked his son to come into his bedroom for a moment.
Jorge whispered. "I'm sorry Mi hijo!! I'm sorry I was such an idiota! I know that you and Mike are only friends! And I should not have expected you to know how our sleep affected me!"
I whispered, "Conmigo es el mismo, Papi. I wasn't thinking when Mike came into my shower. We sometimes play like boys. And ... I thought you didn't want to keep seeing me like that."
"I never played like that. Please forgive me."
I was further confused now than before. Does Jorge want to ... see me or ... not? "I'll call you." I said just before Mike and his dad reappeared. I was also fearful of what Mike might think if he thought I was scoping out his dad ... after that little fantasy I had with Bob!
"Jorge," Said Tommy, "Have you ever golfed?"
"Poquito amigo. Just enough to make me a fool!"
"Come with us. That will make a foursome. We can team it ... you and me against Mike and Kyle!"
"But you are all - "
"I am new to it too!" I said. He agreed to go.
Jorge had developed a lot of bad habits, as were pointed out by the pro. Since they were teammates, Tommy spent most of his time helping Jorge ... and I was surprised at how intimidated** I felt seeing them so close. Tommy got up next to Jorge as much or more than he did to me.
**I'm not quite admitting it to be ... jealousy!
As it worked out, even with his bad habits Jorge was better than I, and since Tommy was also better than his son, they kicked our asses!
But what bothered me most was that it seemed that they were getting much chummier as they played.
After the golf, Mike came over to my house to get ready for the USC game that night. They were playing San Jose State in the Coliseum. College football is fun to watch, especially if you know someone on the team! My brother was the main offensive QB. His best game was passes to the long receiver. It made me think of him throwing passes to me.
Both Bob and Mike kept reminding me where he learned to do that. I felt like I was part of the win that night! Both Mom and Dad were also there. Mom invited both Bob and Mike home to stay for breakfast in the morning.
After the game, Kevin came home and he, Bob, Mike and I all stayed in our bedroom, two guys to each twin bed. Dad said he's get out the camping cots, but Kev said "No way! We were gonna sleep like we did as kids!" Kevin and Mike became instant buddies! I didn't exactly feel jealous, but ...
When bed selection time came, Kevin said, You can sleep with me, Bob. I don't want any hanky-panky goin' on while I'm in the room!"
Mike shot me a panicky look which my very astute brother picked up on. "Oho! So you guys are special friends too!"
"Naw -- they're just best friends!" Said Bob. What a prince he's turning out to be! "I come in second now because I chose to take some time off from school for awhile!"
Funny thing is ... he said it with really no hard feelings. Even Kevin looked sorry he said anything. Then he got a horrified look like he may have let the cat out of the bag.
"It's okay Kevin. I know about your brother. It's okay with me." Said Mike.
"It's cool!" Said my brother.
When I woke up in the morning, I was afraid to move. I was surprised that after what Mike had told Kevin ... he was cuddled up close behind me, with his arm around my chest. His morning wood was pressing urgently at my back door.
I cautiously opened my eyes and looked across the bedroom and about shit on both Mike and me. Bob had himself cuddled back into Kevin ... who was holding him about the same as Mike was holding me.
"Kye!" Whispered Mike urgently. I need to get up and pee. Well you already know that! Hehe! But let's both go. I don't want Kevin to wake up and see us both seeing him and Bob that way!"
I immediately loved Mike even more! We were all sleeping commando, so Mike and I grabbed some jeans and went into the bathroom to relieve our boners. As he almost painfully forced his down to direct the stream into the toilet, he couldn't help seeing mine in the mirror. "That never ceases to amaze me. You got a beautiful piece of meat there, best friend!"
"Want some?" I asked.
"I'll pass for now!" He laughed. "Save that for -- um - Bob."
How could I tell him that he was the one I wanted to save it for?
"Um -- I've been meaning to ask you something, Kye."
"What?" I said, as I traded places with him and just seemed to get harder watching his boner recede.
"You and that ... Jorge -- are you a number yet ... or still ... or what?"
"I don't know." I said, especially after seeing him and Tommy together yesterday afternoon.
"I saw the same things you saw yesterday, you know." He said as if reading my mind again.
"What?" I asked.
"My pop and Jorge. They seemed to be getting awfully -- um -- close."
"Were they?"
"Don't play Mr. Innocent to me! I'm not a dummy! I saw you looking at them, too. Can I tell you something?"
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I was more than a little jealous watching them."
"Oh Mike! Jorge could never take your place - "
"You don't understand. I was hoping that you and my dad -- I mean -- now that I know about him -- that you and he might -- um -- be interested in each other."
"Omigod! Mike -- did your dad tell you he's gay - "
"Like I said, I'm not some dummy~! I have eyes! And I can see how my dad affects you too! And ... not only that ... how you affect him. Kye -- I want YOU for my dad!"
"Sheee-yit!" I said to myself. "What just happened?" Does my best friend want me to hook up with his dad? "Mike! Do you realize what you're saying?"
"Yeah. I know my dad's gay, and he's the only one I love more than you! I WANT you together!"
"Holy shit!!" I cried.
"What?"
"I was worried you'd be so pissed if you thought I made any moves on your dad!"
"So you HAVE been thinking about it!"
"Mike ... yesterday afternoon -- when we went to pick your dad up ... is that what he was telling you in his bedroom? Was he telling you that he was - "
"Noooo! Nothing like that~! Well, not exactly that, anyway. He was worried that you didn't like him. And then while we were golfing, he thought you seemed pissed that he was giving Jorge so much attention."
"It did seem like he was ... well, what else can you say besides ... flirting with him!"
"That's just the way my dad coaches people. He's the same with a woman. He was the same with ... you! You know that! He just feels that if they can feel what his body is doing, they can effectively imitate it."
"I'll bet he gets more females than males asking him to teach them ... at least after the first lesson." I chuckled.
"Well, anyway, I'm gonna ask him about it ... tonight!"
"Oh ... wow!" I exuded. "I wish I could be a fly on the wall. I'd love to see how you do that!"
"Well, I COULD hook up a small cam and record it ... or even fix it up so you could watch live ... but I wouldn't do that to my dad! I'll let you know what happens." He grinned.
"You two are up early!" Said my dad. "Those other two seem dead to the world! Sleepin' real cozy like too!"
I froze. Dad saw them?
"Don't give me that deer-in-the-headlights look, Kyle." Said my dad. "I've seen you and Bob and then you and Mike sleeping."
Mike turned scarlet. "Look Mr. Tragg, I - "
"It's okay, Mike, really! I don't care if you are gay or straight! You obviously love my son!"
"But ... but - " Mike said.
"But I just was surprised to see your brother like that, Kyle. Things are surely a lot different from when I was your age! Is it okay for two straight guys to sleep like that?"
"Maybe they don't KNOW they're sleeping like that." Offered Mike.
"Well it looked like ... oh! Maybe you're right, Mike. Gosh, I guess I shouldn't jump to conclusions ... like that!"
"My dad showed me something just the other day, Mr. Tragg."
"Call me Ron! Your dad? What was that?"
"Something he learned somewhere. He's always been afraid to hug me!"
"What? Afraid to hug his own son?"
"Yeeeeaaah." Said Mike, suddenly acting almost cagey. "Mr. Tragg -- hug Kyle."
"Wha -- at?" Said my dad getting a little suspicious. You mean right here ... right now?"
"Yeah."
"Um -- I don't know if - "
"You're the one who was surprised that my dad was afraid to hug me. Can't you hug YOUR OWN son?"
Dad looked at me and said, "Oke --kaaaay. C'mere buster!"
He put his arms around my shoulders and leaned in and patted my back. I'm not sure if the warmth on my face was his cheek or a warm draft. Then he almost sprang back away from me.
"Good freakin' grief, you two! Mr. Tragg -- you look your freaking hugging Osama bin Laden!" Said Mike. "Hug him as if you like him, at least!"
"I just maybe don't know what you want!" Dad said, suddenly defensive.
"Hug him again -- but don't let go." Dad eyed me strangely as if I might have put Mike up to this. "C'mon, Ron! Hug him like you mean it! You too, Kye!"
We both pretty much hugged in the same manner as before, then Mike stepped closer and put his hands on our backs, pushing us together. It seemed like our chests came closer together and our butts got further apart.
"You guys are pitiful!" Said Mike. But it's okay, I was the same way up until a few nights ago. Trust me ... you're gonna like this!" He then put his hands on both our butts and forcefully closed the gap between our fronts. We both instinctively pulled back. "C'mon, dudes! Peepee to peepee!" and he giggled the way I am used to. "Just do it!"
"I'm not comfortable with this." Said my dad.
"Nobody said it would be comfortable ... the first time! Close your eyes. We complied. Now ... pretend this is someone you love!"
"It IS someone I love!" Protested my dad.
"Then hug him like you care for him."
Dad took a deep breath and blew it out on my shoulder and pulled me even closer. Mike felt our biceps. "Now keep the contact, but relax." My dad actually sighed. I opened my eyes and tears were rolling down his face.
"See?" said Mike. "That's how you cure someone who's gay - "
"Huh?" Both dad and I said.
" - from feeling like an outcast!" Just then Kevin came into the living room. "Hey!! I want some of that!"
Dad relinquished me and turned me, pushing me toward my brother. "From you!" Said Kevin to Dad.
Dad hugged Kevin like he did me. They both got big tears coming down their faces.
"Now ... what IS all this?" Said Kevin. "I haven't seen any of this since my senior play."
"Huh?" Said Dad.
"Yeah -- in our senior play, Mrs. Bolero had us hug each other like that. It was hard at first, but once we got used to it ... it really bonded the cast! Remember? We did -- "
"I remember!" I said. "You did `A chorus Line'!"
"I was just in the chorus, but by the time we went on, every cast member would have walked through fire for one another!" Kevin said. "And dad, that felt better than hugging anyone in that chorus!"
"It did Son ... didn't it?" Said my dad. "Thanks Mike! Where did your dad learn it?"
"He and my mom went to a program ... to help their marriage. I think it actually helped them realize they should stop pretending to be something they're not any more. They still love each other -- but they're just not gonna be married any more."
"That's sad!" said my Dad.
"I dunno. Both of them seemed stressed about it ... but mostly they were worried how I would take it. They're both more worried about each other too ... that they may be lonely and all. I think they'll be fine. I'm getting to know my dad like I never did before!"
He looked at me longingly when he said that. Was the longing for ... me ... or for his dad and me?
After Mike and Bobby went home, Kevin said to me, I really like your friend Mike! Are you two ... um ... ?"
"What -- me and Mike?" I said. "I WISH! He just seems to like me a lot for some reason and ... I like him too."
"But if you want him ... erm ... in a way he doesn't ... isn't that kind of fucked up?"
"Well, you know. We have already told each other we love each other. But it's not that kind of love. It's best-friend-love."
"For HIM!" Said Kevin.
"For me too. Kev, He wants me to go after his dad!"
"What? Is THAT why his parents broke up? His dad's gay?"
"Mike think so. And he thinks his dad likes me."
"DUDE! It's Mike's DAD! He's an OLD DUDE!"
"He's only 35!" I said.
"Like I said ... "
"Kev! That's NOT that old. He's not even as old as Jorge!"
"Huh? Whore ... what??? Who's - "
"Oh, that's right! You don't know Jorge! It's Tommy's room mate."
"Tommy?"
"Tommy is Mike's dad!"
"Ooohhhhh! And he already has a partner! Well, why does Mike want for you and his dad ... oh! Mike doesn't like Whore-hey!"
"It's not like that. They aren't partners."
"How do you know? Have you been there at night?"
"Look ... I just know, okay!? And yes ... I HAVE been there at night~! But that was before Tommy moved in?"
"Dude -- your blowing me out of the water! You stayed the night with this whore-hay character!? And he's even older than Mikes dad? By how much?"
"Jorge is 42!"
"FUCK, Kye-Kye! What are you doing? Oh! OH! Omigod! You like older guys!"
"No! Kev, it's not - "
"My little brother likes to fuck older guys!"
All this was done in our room, with the door closed part way! We were whispering, but I was paranoid Mom and Dad would hear it.
Kevin ... jock that he is ... was laughing almost hysterically. I didn't see the humor in it! "Kev ... shut up! It's not like that! At all!"
"Oh ... no, Kye-Kye! Don't even tell me! You like them to fuck you?!!" He stopped and looked at me. "Kye ... what's wrong Dude! Hey, I was only kidding! You can fuck with anyone you want!" I was in tears. "C'mere buddy! I didn't mean to upset you like that!"
He dragged me to him and hugged me to himself like I was a teddy bear.
"Kev -- I haven't ever done that! I don't even know if I want to!" I said.
He pushed me away enough to look into my eyes. "Trust me, Kye -- you WANT to ... even if you don't know it yet!"
"But - "
"There's nothing like it! Nothing substitutes for the actual act!"
"Kev -- how would you know that? Have you ... ?"
"Me ... fucked with a guy? Hell no! But the act of becoming one with another human being is so awesome ... so intimate -- if you are gay or straight ... you will do it ... crave it!"
"I just haven't thought that far ahead, I guess, but what about the poop - "
"I dunno how you guys get around that, but - "
"Stop saying `you guys'. I don't!"
"What I'm trying to say is that there must be a way that you g ... er -- that gay guys get around the poop thing. Because, this I know: they want to be one with each other as much as straights do!"
"Well, anyway, I've never done it and for now ... I'm not ready for anything like that! I have sucked a lot with Bob. But he isn't even gay! He just likes sucking."
"Trust me ... bob is gay!" Said Kevin
"He spent the weekend with a slut he picked up at a bar recently, Kev! He told me she fucked his brains out all weekend!"
"So ... maybe he's bisexual ... somewhat! I still would be willing to bet he's as much of a cum slut as any gay guy there is! When you guys do it ... does he swallow it -- your cum, I mean?" When I didn't answer immediately he said, well ... does he?"
"Well -- yeah, but - "
"Kye! That stuff's nasty! No one would swallow it unless - "
"Mine's not!" I said
"Huh?"
"Bob's is -- well -- not nasty -- but -- bitter. You'd probably call it nasty, but - "
"Hey, Bro -- nasty is ... nasty!" Said Kevin
"Do you drink coffee, Kev?"
"Yeah."
"With cream and sugar?"
"No! What's that got to do - "
"Kevin ... black coffee is bitter! People put sugar in it to make it sweet. And yet you drink it black ... black and bitter."
"HRMPH!" Said Kevin. "Well, it's an acquired taste!"
At that I just smiled at him.
"Oh." He said. It's an acquired tasted huh?"
"Kev -- Bob's IS bitter. Mine's sweet!" I said. "And - " Then it hit me~! " ... WHOA! Wait just a minute, big brother! How do YOU know it's nasty!?"
"You think I haven't tasted my own?" He said defensively.
"Well, like you said ... it's an acquired taste." I said.
"What does you're Whore-hay taste like? Sweet or bitter?"
"What I have tested ... tasted good. But that was only his lips! We haven't done anything more than that."
"How about Mike? I KNOW you have sucked his dick!"
Kevin didn't know that. But my face when he said it probably confirmed his suspicions. I said, "He's my best friend ... not my boyfriend!"
"Well, if he's your best friend ... then wouldn't you help him out? I mean you're gay and he's a stud!"
"Okay -- I did suck him once in the shower."
"And ... did he reciprocate?"
"No!" I said. "I told you, he's not gay!"
"He doesn't seem like it!"
"Oh! And I do ... right?" I said.
"Kye-Kye -- there's no one on this earth that I love more than I love my little brother! I was SOOO happy knowing you were in the stands last night watching me play! And I kept thinking about when I used to pass the ball to you outside in the street! Remember that? But ... No -- you DON'T act gay. But let's just say ... I wasn't exactly shocked when I figured it out."
"Well, Mike's not gay!" I said, thinking even at the time why I was so adamantly defending him. I don't WANT him to be gay! Any more than I want my brother to be! Right?
Kevin didn't always come home for the weekends -- especially when he had away games. But I loved it when he did. Later that night we talked into half the night. About 2:30, after a long pause in our conversation -- he said, "Kye-Kye -- do you think you'd even want Mike to suck you?"
"I -- I -- dunno, Kev. I guess -- if he -- um -- maybe wanted to -- um -- er -- or was just wondering what it would be like to um -- do it ... I'd be the natural one he would ... um ... you know? We're like -- buds! If he did -- I'd never tell anyone. And he knows it."
"Yeah. That's what a good friend is. Someone you can ask if you could try to suck him and know he'd still love you and that ... it wouldn't ever go beyond the two of you." Said Kevin.
"I guess." I said.
"Some brothers are like that." He said. Then there was another long pause. We were getting pretty tired.
Then it hit me like a gale force wind. "Kev!"
"Yeah?"
"Did -- um -- did -- did -- I mean ... were you hinting about ... did you want me to -- suck YOU off?" I asked him.
Notes: I can't believe two brothers, three years apart haven't done that yet! Comments may be sent to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. thanks and ... Love, Steve