I stormed out of the living room, hit the door, and horridly fell to my knees. I couldn't believe it. This woman who I thought was my aunt--was my mother. My insides hurt--my heart ached. The rain kept beating against my body as I sat on the ground and cried.

Suddenly I felt arms around me.

"Don't cry," Dylan's sexy sultry voice said in my ear. Before I could respond, he grabbed my up and looked me dead into my eyes.

"No matter what happened Kyle, who was there?" Dylan exclaimed.

"No matter what you needed she gave it to you!" Dylan yelled at me.

I was a robot. But what Dylan said was completely correct. She was always there. Actually there too much. I was proud, but what made Jessica so special she got to stay with her? I pushed Dylan out of the way, and I stomped into the house. Jessica, stood up as I started to approach her.

"What made you so special that you stayed?" I asked angrily.

Jessi sighed. I was expecting that response.

"I didn't stay." She said defeated.

Then explained the whole thing. Our grandparents took her away because they were much too young to have kids. But, I came 5 years later, and they gave me up so my grandparents wouldn't find out. Finally, the got financially stable, they got Jessi back. That's when they started to come around me as "Aunt" and "Uncle".

I headed up stairs. I was emotionally exhausted.

"So..all of this is mine..?" I said to myself. The house, this status. All this time I wasn't what I thought I was. I was a son of a loving, caring pair of parents who loved me despite my sexuality. That-- was a lot to take in.


Kyle was no doubt devastated. His whole life was a lie. But somehow he hasn't noticed Tess and Drew. That made me happy. Hopefully he has forgiven them, but if he hasn't, he should. I headed upstairs with Kyle.

"Hey Kyle, you okay?" I asked. He peered at me blankly.

"Who is this little boy in this picture Dylan?" Kyle asked.

"My son...." I replied.

Surprisingly, Kyle let out a faint laugh.

"He looks just like you." Kyle said as he analyzed the picture. I was taken aback back his response. But at the same time, he was under some heavy stress, and he was way to calm.

"Kyle...are you okay?" I asked sitting down beside Kyle wrapping my arms around him. He leaned into my chest and began to cry.

"I...don't..." Kyle said, muffled by my chest.

"What?" I asked him kissing him on the forehead. He raised his head.

"What have I been doing for ten years?! You've got a son, Tess is married, and Drew has a "relationship"...!?" Kyle yelled at me with tears in his eyes. I didn't understand where this was coming from. Kyle seemed to have a content life with his fame.

"Every night I went to sleep, no one was there. Every party, and award show there was no hand to hold, no warm body to rest against, only men that used me as bridge. I've grown...so bitter. It's been six years since I've had meaningful sex, and just imagine: if My mom wouldn't have died, where would I have been?" Kyle looked pained. He wanted me to answer his questions. His heart hurt, and it made mine heart. This was the emotion he always hid.

"I want to love you, but I need you to trust me Kyle." I cut him from his thoughts.

"I swear what you went through, will never happen again." I looked him in the eyes and kissed him.


The kiss melted it away. Dylan slipped his hands into my shirt, caressing my warm skin. He moved his lips onto my neck, breathing and kissing me at the same time. Chills ran down my spine, as he kissed my neck, shoulders, and back. He completely removed my shirt, exposing my tender, craving body. He started to bite and nip at nipples, causing a slight moan. He removed my pants, and underwear, I was completely naked. Looked up at him, there he was; staring at me like he did. We no longer fighting for our love, nor 16 year Olds that were trying to discover themselves. We were men. Two men--in love.

He parted my legs, kissing the insides of my thighs. He led my cock to his mouth, starting slowly; tasting me. I watched; as his head went up and down. I couldn't control my body. I thrusted into his mouth and he took it all in, swallowing me whole.

"Dylan..." I called out to him, but he didn't stop. I am erupted with a loud howl. Without giving me time to collect myself, I turned around and put my ass in the air.

"Fuck me...Dylan. Now" I was completely submitting to him. I wanted him to know I was his.


I looked down at him. The man I loved. The one I dreamt about as a teen, as,a man. For ten years we were apart, and I never thought we would be together again. Everyone judged me when I held his picture in my hand, because he was average, and I was,"Beautiful". I grabbed him up, his back resting on my torso. I pulled his head back exposing his neck.

"I know what you are trying to do. I already know you are mine. But do you know I'm yours?" I said, in a seductive voice.

"There is no need for you to show me Kyle." I said burying my kiss into his warm neck. He let out a sharp breath.

My cock rested between the crack of his ass. I wanted to fuck him. I ran my hand down his chest , aiming for his throbbing erection. I grabbed it, and he pushed his ass harder onto my body. He wanted it, and was going to give it to him.

I guided my cock to his ass, pushing it inside him. Kyle let out a moan. That when I started to fuck him. I started slowly, our hips moving rythmically.

"Dylan...Harder...please..." Kyle whimpered out to me. I grabbed his waist, wrapping my arms around him; and started to fuck him. Our skin collided and slammed against one another, as I thrust all of my cock in his insides. Kyle's moans were fragmented and irregular. I was so close. My grip on Kyle's waist grew, and his moans turned into him calling my name. I pounded my cock into him, slamming his prostate in the process. I came with a shattering orgasm.


Drew inside me. He leaned me face down on the mattress, and started to fuck me again. Each time he thrust inside me, I could cum. Deeper and deeper it buried inside me. Dylan grabbed my hips, and fucked me savagely, I couldn't catch my breath. Dylan reached and grabbed by throbbing erection, and fuck me even harder. I was in complete euphoria. My face buried in the pillows and my orgasm was on edge, Dylan stopped. He flipped me over lifted my legs, held them over my shoulders and fuck me missionary style. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he went in to me deeper. That was all it took. I erupted all over the bed. Dylan collasped on top of me.

"Dylan, when can I meet him?" I asked looking at him.

"Who?" Dylan replied.

"Your son." I said looking at him in the,eyes. I wanted him to know that I was serious.

"Today." Dylan said smirking. I guess he figured how I was feeling.

I was tired, so I drifted off to sleep.


Kyle drifted off to sleep. So I went downstairs. It was desolate. Everyone was gone, and it was the perfect time to call Alessandra. She was the mother of my child. Met her in Europe, while I was studying in College. I was still feeling down about Kyle, and she became my girlfriend for sometime. I told about my feelings for Kyle, and how he meant so much to me; but somehow the relationship didn't work, and we came to a mutual break up, and we found out she was pregnant. She moved to America, and the rest is history.

I called Alessandra, and proposed that they would come over. Alex was 6 now, and he needed to meet Kyle. They were coming over in an hour. I took a deep breath.


I opened my eyes. I had been asleep for 2 hours. The sex with Dylan exhausted me. He wasn't next to me when I woke up, so I put clothes on and headed down stairs.

"Dylan I-" I was cut of by what I saw. Dylan was on the sofa, talking to a woman and playing with a boy. I gasped. But maybe too loud, because they turned and looked at me.

"Kyle!" Dylan said pulling me closer. I just stood there speechless.

"You must be Kyle. I am Alessandra." The woman came up to me and said.

"Hi....um...er" I replied. I couldn't believe it. She was beautiful. She had to go, so we said our goodbyes. I looked over a Dylan as he held his son's hand.

"Go on. Say Hi." Dylan said as he guided his son forward. The Dark haired boy walked toward me. His eyes, icy blue peered up at me.

"Hi. I'm Alex. What's your name?" He said in a cutesy voice. I couldn't believe it. I was on the brink of tears.

"Kyle..my name is Kyle. Hi Alex." I said wiping the tears from my eyes. Dylan came over and hugged me. I was so emotional. Right before he left for Europe when we were teens, I said I always wanted a son named Alex. He remembered. He-- remember. I cried on Dylan's shoulder.

"Y-you remembered?.." I said through tears.

"Yes...I never forgot. I love you Kyle." Dylan said as his grip on me tightened.

"Daddy I love Kyle too." Alex said tugging in my pants.

"Don't cry." Alex said as he wrapped his arms around my leg.


Hi, guys! This chapter took too long to come. But I want to thank John Nappi for putting fire under my ass to write this chapter. Questions! Comments! ~Kyle



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