"The Unwritten Handbook"
Part 6
Winter fell over Vermont as it always did in the northeastern states. Spring butted, bloomed and was gone. By the time June rolled around, Kyle and Otto were closer than ever. They hung out together, going places and behaved like an item
Kyle was once a popular face in the bars and various cruising spots such as the park and public rest rooms. That stopped now and he was different. So much of his time spent with Otto naked in bed. It was what they both wanted; so they did it for private therapy.
Folks like asking questions, especially about Otto because he was not like everybody else who was gay. That should tell you right off the people best to avoid.
There was a certain amount of neighborly gossip, thanks to Amanda's dislike for Kyle however, they ignored everybody and did not care, about Amanda's ignorance.
"She is a slutty bitch, and believe me jealous," said Otto trying to explain Amanda to Kyle
"I know, and she wants you," agreed Kyle. "There for a while, we were a rumor and she didn't like hearing that."
"You mean a gay rumor," mumbled Otto looking confused, but not confused at all.
"That's the one," replied Kyles shaking his head with Otto looking dense about the simplest things.
Otto pulled Kyles close to him and they sat on the sofa in Kyle's living room.
"Wanna do the nasty?" asked Otto "time to open a new topic for only us."
"Okay, but I want to get sucked off. How's the blowjob capabilities, these days?" asked Kyle knowing that Otto was not a good cocksucker.
"I can do that," remarked Otto speaking slightly hesitant. "I know I have to do that."
"Not if I have to ask," replied Kyle grinning and making light of the conversation. We are exceptional friends, but you are not my boyfriend," Kyle reminded him
"I think I am yur boyfriend, that is," confessed Otto "Think we should make it official?" he continued "As far as I know, it doesn't work that way with gays. They decide to go together and tell folks they are a couple and that's all she wrote," instructed Kyle
"A couple of what?" repeated Otto
"Poodles Otto – Poodles – they tell folks they are poodles." blasted Kyle being dramatic.
Otto put his arm around Kyle's shoulder pulling him in for a kiss and running his finger through his hair with his other hand. He was giggling like an alpha male being a little boy.
"You are playing with me, aren't you jackass," said Kyle laughing along with Otto
"You bet your sweet ass I am. Yup, I'm playing with you."
"What the hell am I going to do with you? Asked Kyle
"You could start by keeping me," said Otto
"I have already done that," replied Kyle
"Then we should do something about it," confessed Otto this time not joking but serious.
"I'm working on it," babbled Kyle
"What?"
"I'm thinking – I'm thinking, let's get the fuck out of here and go someplace and do something cool." Suggested Kyle
"Okay, I'm easy"
"RIGHT - easy and gorgeous"
"Yeah, that too," mumbled Otto
Burlington had an athletic field / playground that took up an entire block. It had black wrought iron fencing and large swinging gates seldom locked. Everything was free to the public. Everything free that is, except for a large bag of fresh popped popcorn. That was 50 cents, or maybe a buck, but who cares about popcorn?
The playground was located on the edge of town and attracted young and old alike. The kids would have fun playing on the swings and others would play tennis or watch a ball game.
Kyle loved to play tennis and he was good at it too. Otto liked ball games because it did not take much effort to sit there and get excited over nothing. Kyle liked seeing players bend over grabbing their crotch. They walked along the street, heading for the playground. Today they were playing tennis together. They did not own rackets, but were available to rent at the courts.
Side by side, they made a handsome pair wearing shorts exposing good-looking tanned legs. There is no exaggeration here. They were ideal together.
Kyle had a forward step like a cowboy stroll looking masculine. He was a sexy little devil capable of turning heads.
Otto had more movement to the way he walked, almost military but gentle. His cock moved around in his shorts and some folks would sneak a glance, and then look straight ahead. If you wanted to jump someone's bones and feel the earth move, it was Otto.
"Are you going commando today?" asked Kyle. "There is a lot of bouncy movement in your crotch. Not that I am interested, but you are making the women nervous."
"Don't be silly," chirped Otto. "I have a nice cock." He added, but I keep it hidden.
"I am talking about underwear."
"It's the same thing. They go together like shadows," moaned Otto with an answer on the spot. It is remarkable how fast he could say something stupid and get away with it.
"A-huh it's your cock. I am just making words – not correcting you. I am not Amanda."
"Please, don't remind me. I am screwed up enough balancing an x girlfriend and a boyfriend.
"I didn't know I was your boyfriend. I thought I was your fuck buddy." Said Kyle
"When we are alone, you see what happens when we start kissing. I get so hot for you."
"Yeah – because you're gay"
"That hasn't been decided yet," said Otto with a whacky grin / damn, maybe I am"
"Could have fooled me, you're gay – oh, that's right; you are an actor."
They both laughed at the same time. "Sex is theatre of the mind," added Kyle
"Jackass" mumbled Otto
"That sounds familiar," Kyle concluded Otto pulled off his tee shirt and flung it over his shoulder. He looked nude except for the white shorts and the white folded shirt over his shoulder, stunning stuff.
"Show off." Said Kyle
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Duh...everybody please notice me. I have my shirt off," ribbed Kyle joking with him
"You make the dumbest comments."
"I do?"
"Yes, you do"
"Okay, I will look into that," agreed Kyle switching the conversation.
Otto never considered hiding, but he was not about to flaunt the fact he fucked like a Master stud with training. Oh no, that was not his style. To be honest about it; he only fucked Kyle and was not willing to talk about it to outsiders.
They were exceptional men and had dripping hot moments together all private and nobody's concern. If they were to become lovers (which was certain) they first had to be friends.
Otto asked Kyle a question that did not make sense.
"How come we manage to wind up together doing what neither of us do in the same way?"
"Where the hell did that come from," asked Kyle
"I know, it is dumb – let me say it this way.
"I like the way I handle sex. And you like the way you handle sex, BUT together we handle sex the same way, as if we were one person...why is that?"
"Sex is the great equalizer, but acts the same way as love..." Blurted out Kyle with an answer that sounded reasonable but a little confusing to follow
"I love your ass," said Otto" that should count for something. Maybe we can equalize that," and started to giggle.
"Just forget about it," complained Kyle "I know what you love."
When they were alone, their conversations usually had sexual comments tossed into the mix. It is not all they talked about but certainly a reminder that they were gay.
The tennis courts were occupied with players, and folks were waiting to play; so they sat on the swings deciding what to do.
"Wanna go into the clubhouse and play table tennis?" Asked Kyle
"Nah"
"Want to go swimming?"
"Not in the mood for swimming" replied Otto
"We could go roller skating"
"Oh great – two grown men going around the rink holding hands – how cute"
"What's wrong with that?" said Kyle
"Nothing if you are little girls." Replied Otto
"I have an idea. It is almost 11:30 am. We can go somewhere for lunch and then catch the movie at the STRAND, holding hands in the dark"
"Good grief, welcome to 1950. I have a better idea. Let's go to lunch and then back to your place and I will suck your dick. What you need is a good blow job." Said Otto
Some gay men look for what makes them happy in parks, gay bars, bus station toilets and even dark alleys. Kyle was not innocent, sure, he had done trashy things, but Otto has not, as far as Kyle knew.
Kyle's thinking changed since being with Otto, nevertheless he was the same person, and he loved sex.
"You are going to suck my dick? The last time you tried doing that you were concerned about cum in your mouth. Geezus, you were as freaked out as Amanda was at sucking cock." Said Kyle
"Don't go by that, that's not fair. I am different now and I can do it – I want to do it. Let's go into the bushes over there and I will show you right now I can handle your load." – so there, and stop talking about Amanda...geeezus."
The area where they were sitting was deserted and heavy with bushes and a few big trees. It looked like an after dark cruising spot, but Kyle had never been here at night.
Otto walked towards the bushes and stopped. "Well come on," he commanded
Kyle followed and once out of sight, leaned against a tree and dropped his shorts to the ground. He was wearing underwear and the next move belonged to Otto.
Otto kneeled before him and skipped the preliminaries such as sniffing and pulling underwear with his teeth. He went directly for the prize. Kyles hardening dick went into Otto's mouth as soon as he got it free from his underwear. He was not playing around this time. He was now a genuine cocksucker while cum bubbled in Kyle's balls almost instantly.
Kyle has the strangest feeling having Otto's warm mouth servicing his cock like a bush fag. It was amusing to a point and spectacular to witness.
There was no talking; only Kyles hand gently on Otto's head. He was being suck off and it was not ordinary. It was everything. OMG Otto was hell bent getting to it.
Kyle exploded right away into Otto's mouth and he gulped it down hungrily. There was no choking, no gagging and no spitting. He took it all.
Otto swallowed without hesitation because he wanted Kyle inside him making for a bonded connection. He believed that cum would cement the affection they had for one another. Otto call cum, glue for their souls.
This was as good a time that Kyle found in the bushes anywhere. There were memories made here today that would never be forgotten, especially by Otto.
He remembered the repeated words often by Joan Rivers – "You should always want something"
They came out of the bushes and sat on the swings gently moving back and forth.
"You okay?" asked Kyle seeing Otto spitting a few times on to the ground
"I'm okay, just not used to that taste."
"Was it horrible?" asked Kyle
"Hell no – it wasn't horrible, stop with the questions. It was okay. I wanted you inside me"
"You will get no argument from me," stated Kyle
"I am a team player handing out excellent benefits," mumbled Otto struggling to make sense.
Kyle did not reply but the word "hallelujah" raced through his mind.
Otto loved him.
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