My neck was so stiff. That 14 hour plane ride caused it. My eyes were tired from tears. No matter what fame that I achived, no matter what I became; my Aunt Shannon was there. But I had to go back and see the family that didn't claim me anymore because I was gay.

"Ten years...." Played back in my mind. I couldn't help but think of Dylan. I had never forgotten about the last day we spent together, how much it hurt to let someone you love so much go; but now I was doing again, but this time--forever.

I made my way to the airport terminal, and saw my cousin Jessica, and her husband Henry. Henry was pretty attractive, he was lawyer, so he had that sexy suit and tie look. "Tall dark and handsome...", I laughed at myself.

Then Jessi cut off my thoughts with her voice.

"Hi!", She yelled. Jessi's personality was beautiful. Happy, bubbly and whole-hearted.

"Hey.", I replied bluntly. Jessi looked at,me with cut eyes.

"Try at least." Jessi said through gritted teeth. "Please?"

"Hello Kyle," Henry said from Jessi. His voice was so deep, and seductive. And, plus, Henry was a sweetheart, and a devoted father. So he was good.

"Hi Henry." I replied.

After our proper hello's, we left for my aunt's. On our way there, replayed every scene in my head with my Aunt. I never was mad with her--ever. She always held my hand when I needed her, and now I had to face the people that had rejected me. She was no longer there to hold my hand.

I was so lost in my thoughts, when the car stopped, I didn't feel it. I peered over at the countless cars that lined up in the rounding drive way, and the people expecting to see me. My tongue was in my throat. I needed to breathe. The world around me wasn't real. I promised myself I would never return here....but this--was different. I wanted all of them to go. Half of these only know my aunt because of her status.


After the funeral I made my way through the crowd to find Kyle. He was no where to be found.

Tessa, Drew, Evan, Jessi, Henry and I met up a Shannon's house; but we still couldn't find Kyle.

"I'm worried..." Tess looked pained. Hell, we were all worried.

We all dispersed to Kyle's common places, but only I had a sense of we he was-- the Lake. I walked past the mansion's garden and made my way to the lake. There he was sitting on the dock.

"Kyle..." I said, softly.

"Dylan..." Kyle said painfully. Kyle was full of intense sadness. His parents didn't come to the funeral, and he didn't take it well.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked half-heartedly.

"It depends.... Haha" Kyle laughed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Great. I mean... I've felt better." Kyle replied.

"So you've forgotten about me! Now that you're a superstar!" I said jokingly.

He burst out I laughter. Good. He was laughing.

"I have never forgotten you Dylan." Kyle said, as he wad lying on my shoulder.

"And honestly, I'm done with my career-- For now at least." Kyle said.

"Kyle..." I whispered. No answer. I looked over. He had feel asleep. I guess I would carry him back.

I made my way back to the Manor.

"DYLAN!...." Tess yelled.

"Oh my g-" I cut her off.

"He's asleep. He was at the lake." Everyone checked on him. We were staying in the mansion for the time being, because we didn't have to buy a hotel.

I made my way to Kyle's room. I removed his shoes, shirt and pants. His body looked amazing. I put him down in the bed, turned off the light, and headed for the door.

"Dylan... Don't go"


Dylan turned around.

"You're awake?" Dylan asked surprisingly.

I climbed out of bed. I stood in front of him. There he was. The epitome of my fantasies. Walked over to him and removed his shirt. Dylan had grown. His chest was chiseled, and marbled with Jet black hair. Through the late night moon I could see his well defined facial features. He so breathtaking.... I could see his Gray eyes peering at me looking through my soul. His tall frame, much taller than mine reached out and pulled me to him.

"This is the point of no return...." Dylan said seductively.

"Who ever said I wanted to return." I repiled.

I could feel the heat seeping from his skin. He was warm, hot, and full of passion and love. Dylan picked me up. I latched unto his neck, and wrapped my small body around him, feeling secure. He put me down on the bed, and started to kiss my neck. Dylan started slow, kissing and biting at my neck tenderly. He ran his lips down the side of my neck, through my upper torso, and finally reached my lower abdomen. He removed my underwear quickly. He took his hand and slowly led my cock to his mouth. He did it slowly; allowing me to savor his warm, hot mouth. Then he moved his head down to my ass, lifted my legs, and started to rim me. Before long, I was starting to get fucked by his experienced tounge. D-Dylan... I whispered through the pleasure. He stopped, and with out me even noticing.

"F-fuck me Dylan," I whimpered. "Hard."

Dylan reached and grabbed feeble legs, and soon after he began to rim me again. In and out he went, soon fucking me with his tongue.

"D-Dylan..." I called out but he didn't stop. I couldn't hold myself, and I came. Hard. I hadn't experienced sex like that in a while. Soon Dylan was cleaning me up with his tounge.

"You ready? Dylan asked.

"Yes." I replied.

Dylan didn't waste any time. He began to penetrate me. "God he is large!" I said to myself. I haven't had sex in six years, and his grunts let me know I was tight.

"You are so tight..." Dylan murmured.

Finally Dylan made his way into me.Dylan began to thrust slowly, and increased his speed. Dylan was skilled. Every movement, every touch intensified our pleasure, producing rhythmic moaning. Our skin created fire as our skin collided. Dylan began to move faster, and the sex became rougher. Thrust, after thrust we both became close. Then, we both came.

"Dylan...do yo-" Dylan cut me off.

"Everyday, since that day, ten years ago, you have been on my mind." Dylan explained.

"I never thought, we would be this close again..." I said turning away from his eyes. They were looking deep into me.

"Don't look away." Dylan said as he softly grabbed my face and kissed me.

Then, he placed his body on mine and humped me. His chiseled frame against my skin felt amazing. Our erections collided with intense friction. I let a moan escape my lips. I looked over at Dylan. He knew what I was thinking.

Dylan, flip over.", I asked tenderly and he complied. I straddled him, climbing over his large frame. Looking into his piercing Gray eyes; once again reminded me of our first time together. But after that, I slept with Drew. I was no doubt: easy.

"Kyle...." Dylan cut my thoughts.

I lowered down on his,massive member. Even though I was tight, I could handle Dylan's size. I slowly began to ride Dylan, but I grew tired. I ended up laying on his chest, and let him do the thrusting. He didn't give me time to adjust, instead he wrapped his arms around me, and pounded, so hard, I felt each inch of him. My moans muffled by his chest. My throbbing member was rubbing and colliding with his feverish skin fucking his chiseled groves. He was grunting and I was whimpering. We both were close, and with one powerful thrust, he invaded me with every single inch, and creamed my insides. I splattered on his chest, covering him in cum.

I woke up later that night; entangled in Dylan. He was so big and muscular. Not juicehead big, but model big. Even though his size, he held me gently.

I crept my way downstairs, and aimed for cookies. But, apparently, someone put them up to high, and I couldn't reach them.

"Shit!" I whispered.

"What?" The what startled me. I looked over and it was Dylan.

"I-I cant...reach the cookies." I grunted. I was expected a laugh from Dylan, but it never came.

" Why didn't you make fun of me?" I asked jokingly.

" I do what you can't do, reach what you can't reach, or see what you can't see. I'm you other half." Dylan said as he was reaching for the cookies

"Oh, and I cant make fun of you anytime..." Dylan said laughing.

With my mouth open to yell, I turned around to face Dylan. Then I found myself up against Dylan's rock-hard body and kissed. As my senses filled with the overwhelming scent of Dylans scent, my hands pushing against Dylans's shoulders slipped around them instead. Fuck, he felt good. Dylan's lips were warm, the insides of his mouth was soft. Dylan's hands slipped

inside my pajamas, spreading on either side of my body and pulling me closer. When Dylan's touch slipped lower to grab my ass, unbelievable touch caused heat flare between us. We were at it again. I could feel his hard on through the thin underwear. He picked me up and carried me to the room. We didn't even make it to the bed, we chose the wall.

I pulled down Dylan's underwear and he had a raging hard-on. He ripped my pajama pants apart, lifted my legs up and started to fuck me. He slammed his cock on my prostate. A loud moan escaped my lips, and Dylan cover my mouth and fuck me harder. Then, I came. He was fucking me si hard my cum sprayed everywhere, then I felt him come in me. We both collasped. Somehow we made it to the bed.....


I woke up the next morning, I woke up next to Kyle. I smiled. This was a rare moment to wake up first, and see him sleeping peacefully. It was beautiful. The sun hadn't risen yet so I woke Kyle up, and headed for the shower. Last night reminded me of my first time with Kyle. He was so cute, and innocent.

"Dylan..." Kyle broke my thoughts.

"Yes, Babe?" I replied

"Am I easy?" Kyle asked with sadness in his eyes.

"No. I know about you and Drew and what happened that day before I left. He apologized to me too." I said smiling.

"I want you to be happy." I added.

We had to hurry, because we were going over Shannon's will.

Me and Kyle made our way downstairs, where Jessi, Henry, Tess, Derek, Evan, and Drew were with the man who was reading the will.

We sat down. The man began to read:

"Kyle. You are my world. Unfortunately, I have been deciving you. When I was a teenage girl, I got pregnant, and Me and Alex were much too young; and broke for that matter to care for a child. So on the day of the baby's birth, we gave it up for adoption. We stayed in contact and watched him grow up before our eyes. Kyle, you ARE that boy. Please do not hate me. I have forever regretted that choice. To you I leave The Mansion, The Lake, and the land. The things you built with your father, whom he cherished so much. And, to Jessica, I leave all the assets, Including the company, and the monies. Jessica, you have the responsibility to Explain to Kyle his life. Help him understand I did what was the best for him... "~ Shannon.


My mouth was agape. I looked over a Jessi. "You're my older sister....?"


So I finally decided to write for you guys. Anyway, PLEASE leave commentary. And for you first time readers, Go read: WAS IT MEANT TO BE? Thanks! ~ Kyle



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