Kyle

The morning meeting had been brutal. Think about a room of twelve people who don’t understand math above the “Intro to Algebra” level. Now, explain to them why the complex curves of a modern hypersonic wing are taking longer to design than determining the dimensions of a raised garden bed for a patio, and you’ll understand my frustration. I was so glad to be out of there.

I grabbed a gyro and a bottle of water from a street vendor and headed back to the office. I tried to avoid the crowds on the sidewalk, but I wasn’t successful. I’m basically an introvert. I love working on my project without the assistance of other people. I really liked it when I worked at the manufacturing facility outside of Waco, Texas. No one there bothered me. I only had to attend meetings via conference calls. I could go home after work without all the traffic nightmares of the big city, and no one ever dropped by.

It was quite different here. I had to attend meetings in person. I had to go to after-work social events. And people were always inviting me to do things on my weekends. This weekend was free. Most of the people in the office had either taken the day off or were in some other city attending some other meeting. I had about an hour’s worth of work to do at my computer, and then I was going to my apartment to watch a few episodes of “Lost in Space” and read the rest of “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.”

The elevator ride to the office was quick, the lights in the office were bright, and the noise level was non-existent. Peace and quiet.

I gulped down the rest of my lunch and quickly got to work. About thirty minutes had gone by when I heard the door to the office open. From my cubicle, I couldn’t see who it was, but I didn’t really care either. I kept working, and whoever came in must have gone to his station quietly, because I didn’t hear anything or anyone for the next twenty or so minutes.

I had just finished and had decided to check emails when I heard, “I’m looking for Karen.”

The only Karen I knew worked in the back; she was head of Technology Integration or part of HR. I didn’t really remember, because I didn’t really care. But I thought I’d help the guy out. It changed my life forever.

“I don’t think Karen’s here,” I said as I walked toward the front of the office. “Almost everyone has taken the afternoon off or is at a meeting.”

Then I saw him. Where do I start? He was five feet six inches of pure handsome. I don’t know whether it was his dark hair, parted on the side with short bangs that didn’t need any fancy hair-stylist to look perfect or maybe his dark green eyes that caused the blood to rush to my

groin. I suppose that his ears turned me on as well. They stuck out just a little more than average. His smile was perfect, too; not the kind of perfect you see on billboards for braces. His teeth weren’t perfectly straight; they were authentically straight. Some teeth had a tiny gap between them; others butted tightly to its neighbor. Together, they formed a sexy smile.

Of course, his lips were perfect, too. The top one was a little plumper than the bottom.  They weren’t too big; they weren’t too small; they were just the right shade, too. His lips were a perfect contrast to his pale skin. It had that alabaster shade to it that was blemish-free.

I stopped. I’m sure I was staring at him.

“Kate’s my sister, and I’ve flown into town to visit. My name’s Kyle.”

“I’m Dan.” I continued to just stand there. Kyle was smiling, but then his lips closed, and he looked at the ground and then back at me. He was waiting for me to say something. “Let’s go back to my cubicle and find out where she is.”

We walked back to my station, and I offered him a seat. I sat purposefully in my chair and tried to maintain an air of professionalism. I will admit that staying calm next to such a handsome man was not difficult. I had a lot of practice. Most of the handsome men I meet are married or divorced with kids. Some of them have hinted that they like to play around, but no

matter how hard they make me, I'm not into that.

When I first realized that I found the guys cute, but not the girls, I was in junior high. Those are the dangerous years when the “straight” guys would beat the shit out of you if they suspected you were gay. I got good at acting disinterested. I acted that way all through high school. By

the time I got to college, I didn’t have time to show any interest at all. I was there on a scholarship and I wanted to get a masters. Aerospace engineering is a tough field. All of my energy went into getting all A’s. Once I got into graduate school, my life was consumed by my studies. Being an introvert helped.

When I got out of school, I was top of my class and alone. I got a great job, and I was still alone. I told myself that I didn’t mind being alone. Life was certainly easier without having to worry about someone else. And that brings us back to finding Karen. 

A call to Karen’s desk got me a voice message saying she was out of the office. Way out of the office. She was in Tucson. I looked up at Kyle. “Have you talked to her today? Or texted her?”

“No. I talked to her last week, and her plans were to go to the beach tomorrow. I flew up here to surprise her. It’s an early birthday surprise; her birthday is in another week. I texted her when I left the airport on my way here, but I still haven’t heard from her."

Was he nervous? Is that why he seemed to be rambling? I nodded my head slightly. 

"There’s a problem, isn’t there, Dan.”

“Yes, Kyle, there is.” I pulled up a U.S. map on my computer screen. “You see, we’re here.” He stood next to me and bent forward to see the screen better. “And your sister’s in Arizona.”

I turned to face him, and my nose brushed against his cheek, and my pants felt a little tighter.

He pulled back and looked at me. There was more than a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I guess I should go back home then.” He looked down at the ground and let out a big sigh.  “Thanks. I’ll just go get my stuff.” He started to turn.

I’m not sure what came over me. Well, that’s not actually true. And I know people will say that I started to think with my dick instead of my head, but that’s not true either. I really think my heart took over. “Don’t go.” I grabbed his hand.

He turned and look at me. I could feel his eyes studying mine. It was as though he was trying to see deep inside me. “I don’t know.”

“You’re already here. I’m feeling something.” I paused; I was searching for the right words. “I want to get to know you better.”

He shook his head slowly. “We just met. I think you’re attractive, but I don’t want to play around with someone I’ll never see again.”

“No. That’s not what I’m asking for. Let’s have dinner. We’ll go do something. I don’t know, bowling, a movie, a walk by the lake. Just to get to know each other.”

“I've heard that promise before.” He bit his lip, but he kept looking at me. Did he want me to reassure him?

“Look. I’m a virgin." No.  I didn't just say that; I can't believe I just told him that. "I’ve waited for the right guy. I don’t know if you’re the right guy, but you’ve made me wonder whether you’re the right guy. So, I want to find out more about you. You’re worth getting to know better, right?”

“Yeah.” His gaze never faltered.

“I’m worth it, too.” I stood up. I realized my hand was still holding his. “What’s your favorite thing to eat?”

He smiled. “It’s actually lasagna.”

“Well, I know the perfect place.”

Time seemed to speed up at that point. We had a great dinner at Sophia’s Italian Kitchen. We took a long walk in the park, and toward the end of the walk, Kyle pulled my head down and kissed me. I kissed back, and we kissed several times over the next two days. I let him use my bedroom, and I slept on my sofa. I didn't want to turn a Mr. Right into a Mr. Right-Now.

On Saturday, we took a trip to a farm and sampled fresh fruits, and I brought a few vegetables home with me. We hiked through the sandy hills and beaches at the southern end of Lake Michigan. On Sunday, we watched the Star Trek episode “Space Seed” and followed it with Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. It turns out that we’re both big Star Trek fans. We had an early dinner at my apartment and watched “Double Indemnity.” We’re also film noir fans. It had to have been the best weekend of my life, but we needed to turn in early. Kyle’s flight back left the airport at 5:30 in the morning. I showered and was settled on the couch. I could hear Kyle singing in the shower. It made me smile. So many of the things he did made me smile.

When he was done, the apartment was strangely silent. The augmented happiness I had felt all weekend was draining away. We hadn’t talked about getting together again. I had been afraid to bring it up. I didn’t want to hear that he was having a great time but wasn’t interested in seeing me again. I didn’t want to hear that he thought that we’d make great friends--and just friends.

I stared at the darkness that I knew was the ceiling. Maybe two great days of happiness were all that I was going to get.

“Dan?” It was just above a whisper. “Dan, I need your help.”

I sat up. “Kyle, are you ok.” I stood up and moved toward the bedroom door.

“No. I’m not ok.”

I reached for him. One hand on his arm, the other just above his hip. He was shirtless, and he was ice-cold. “What’s wrong?” I pulled him close to me; he was shivering. I rubbed my hand up and down his back.

“I don’t want to go.”

My hand froze in place. I felt tears form in my eyes.

Kyle turned his head and nuzzled it into my neck. “I’m falling in love with you. I want to stay with you. I wanted to tell you before, but I wasn’t sure how.”

I leaned my head forward and kissed him long and deep. “I want you to stay,” I told him. “I want you to stay. Stay with me.”

Kyle’s hand pulled my head back to his, and the next kiss lasted longer than any kiss ever had. His hand slid down to mine, and our fingers interlaced. Kyle turned slightly and led me into my bedroom. He got onto the bed and pulled me down next to him. He began to kiss me gently from my lips, down to my chin, and then up to my jawline to my ear. “I want you, Dan,” he whispered.

I pulled my t-shirt off and pulled Kyle against me. My bare skin brushed against his hairy chest, and I felt my dick begin to harden. Kyle kissed me again and then pushed me back. His tongue danced across my nipple as his hand brushed against my crotch. I gasped.

With both hands, I reached for the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down to his thighs. I moved forward with a twisting motion as I pushed Kyle onto the bed and under me. In one motion, I pulled his underwear straight up. His legs shot toward the ceiling, and I pulled his

underwear off and toss them to the side. I placed my hands behind his knees and bent them toward his armpits as I covered his body with mine. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and kissed him.

Kyle’s arms tried to circle my back, and he pulled me down to him. The weight of my upper body was on him. I kept kissing him. I couldn’t get enough of him. I felt his hard dick rub against my belly. I pushed myself up on my knees and repositioned myself. I brought my mouth down and licked the length of his shaft.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” Kyle demanded, and I complied. As I moved my mouth toward his stiff cock, he grabbed mine and wrapped his lips around the head. The pressure around my penis decreased as Kyle move his mouth up and down. I’m not sure if I moaned or groaned or grunted. Whichever vocalization came from me was the result of the most pleasurable sensation I had ever had, at least at that point in my life. He was about to give me more of them.

I stretch out next to Kyle. My dick was in his mouth, and I wanted his dick in mine. I bent toward him slightly and pulled his entire cock in. The head of his shaft hit the back of my mouth with a little too much force, and I started to gag. I pulled back and tried to breathe.

“It’s ok, baby.”

Those words, no one had ever called me his baby. I reached my arms around Kyle’s buttocks and squeezed each cheek. I slid his dick more gently into my mouth. I put my finger into my mouth and got it wet. I continued to slide my lips up and down as my finger found Kyle’s ass pucker. I circled it with my wet index finger, and I felt a vibration from inside Kyle that I interpreted as a moan stifled by a mouth full of man meat.

To hear Kyle moan excited me. I felt a sensation akin to happiness inside that I can’t describe. It came from knowing that I was giving him pleasure. I slipped my finger inside him, and he shifted his hips away from me and gasped. His breaths became short, and he turned to face me. We kissed again deeply, and he pulled me on top. Kyle spat into his hand and wrapped it around my cock.

I spat into my hand and got his hole nice and wet. I continued to finger it and push my finger deeper and deeper inside. With his left hand behind my neck, Kyle pulled our heads together and began sucking on my tongue. He spread his legs wider apart, and with his right hand, he guided my cock and rubbed the head against his ass. Somehow, he pivoted his hips as

he pulled on my dick. The head of my cock pushed inside him. “I want all of you.” His voice was just a whisper.

I complied and began to push myself a little farther inside him. I used my spit to lubricate my dick as I moved it in and out. The feeling was intense. Kyle began to suck on my tongue and my lips. I moan a barely audible “yes” as my dick entered him up to the hilt.

I repositioned my hands behind his knees and pulled them to my sides. His knees were just below my armpits. I began to rhythmically fuck him. His hands moved to my ass cheeks, and he pulled me to him with each inward thrust. Low guttural groans accompanied our love-making. I

felt a sensation I’m sure I’d never felt before. I looked into Kyle’s eyes. He was looking directly into mine.

Kyle began to breathe more rapidly. His mouth opened slightly, and his jaw tensed. His eyes rolled up, and his body stiffened. A grunt from deep within him was followed by a high-pressure squirting stream of cum.

At the same time, Kyle’s ass tightened around my dick. The pressure was intense; it made me thrust even harder. I felt myself getting close. My hands released Kyle’s knees and slipped under his back and held onto his shoulders. With one final deep thrust, I unloaded inside him. I kept pumping him with lighter and lighter thrusts; each time I felt myself spurt more cum.

I looked down; Kyle was covered in a mix of our sweat and his own ejaculate. A smile formed on his lips, and I started kissing him again. He reached up and brushed back my damp bangs. I rolled onto my back and pulled him over on me; he straddled my leg and started to kiss

my chest. I held him tightly. I felt my own warm cum trickle from his man-hole onto my leg.

“I want to do this again and again. Feeling you inside me was,” he paused and looked me directly in the eye. I could see his eyes moisten. “I don’t know how to describe it. I’ve only done it once before, and it was nothing like this. This time was incredible. It was as though I wanted to be a part of you, and I was.”

I drew him closer, so our foreheads could touch. There was some resistance from the drying cum, and we both laughed a little as the glue holding our abdomens together released with a crackle. “If this is what falling in love is like, I never want to stop falling in love with you.”

I kissed him gently; my arms held him, and I didn't want to let him go. We listened to the almost silence; only our slow breathing interrupted the stillness. The minutes passed, but I was content just being with him. Without stirring, Kyle broke the silence. “So how are we going to do this?” His voice had a serious tone.

“Do the falling in love thing?”

“No, Danny-boy. Get from the bed to the shower. I think we’re stuck together again,” he chuckled.

“Like this.” I grabbed his ass cheeks and swung my legs off the bed. “Now, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist.” I stood up and carried my man into the bathroom and into our new life together.