"The Unwritten Handbook"
A Reminder to be thinking about a contribution to Nifty. The stories keep coming and it takes backing to keep going – thanks
Part 4
"Wait up," yelled Otto following Kyle through the building.
Kyle waited for Otto and surprisingly enough they smiled at each other. Otto took his arm and they walked outside to Kyle's car
"You don't have to hang on me," said Kyle
"Sure, let's not let folks think someone is gay," replied Otto
"I know what I am, but what the hell are you supposed to be?" blurted out Kyle
"I am supposed to be with you and don't give a fuck what Amanda thinks about us being friends. The gay shit we will work on. Are you upset with me?"
"Nah"
They sat in the car and continued talking. Otto had his legs spread open so the firecracker in his crotch was visible.
Kyle guessed his strategy, but he could be wrong about that. Nevertheless, Kyle liked looking, so he continued looking eventually placing his hand on Otto's leg...
"Of course you care about what Amanda thinks," continued Kyle talking about Amanda. "The way you use your dick, she's not about to dump you" He pointed out.
"Think so?
"You've got it, but when she latches on to a stud replacement, you are toast brother. She will scream, throw things and tell you to go fuck your gay friend,"
"Ha ha-ha that is good. `Go fuck your gay friend'...I should practice doing that." he said
There was silence for about 5 seconds when they said in unison..."You wanna" (pause) followed by laughter – "get out of here?"
About twenty minutes later, Kyle parked alongside his house and the two of them went inside. It started to rain and they moved rather quickly.
"Is this were I am supposed to kiss you?" "It sounds about right," Kyle replied
Otto headed for Kyle's bedroom unfastening his pants as he walked. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt off over his head. He was wearing white, very white, brief underwear covering the dark hairy zucchini patch between his legs.
Otto flopped on the bed spread eagle as Kyle came into the room Except for underwear, Otto was naked. He had a body made to love. Kyle thought silently – "I'm in trouble already"
Kyle managed to pull off his shirt, but that was about it. He flung himself (maybe it was a dive) next to Otto. He was still dressed, but snuggled up to him.
This should have been just another "hook up" notch on the bed frame. Kyle was gay and seeing a nude man stretch out, was rather typical, but did not believe it.
Otto was good looking yet not really eye candy. He was a man who stepped out of Kyle's dream; a dream that usually belonged to others.
Something was happening to Kyle's thinking. He was floating and bursting though his pants while he struggled unsuccessfully to get them off. This togetherness with Otto was overdue, so he wanted to hurry.
Otto did it for him. He scooped Kyle into his arms and undressed him claiming his naked body piece by piece as his own. With Kyle, look no further, his body was better than good.
They were both naked on the bed facing one another.
"Damn – what just happened?" said Otto
"You took my clothes off," mumbled Kyle
"I did?"
"Yup, you did - and you are holding me," replied Kyle
"I know, you have a great dick, more like a rocket."
"I thought you only liked pussy," said Kyle
"Shut up – just shut up, I like being well rounded."
"So I noticed," added Kyle
Otto began kissing Kyle with genuine feeling. There was tongue dueling, sucking lips, touching each other's face with their hands and travelling over their bodies trying to get as close as possible.
"An achievement like you is a gift," said Otto "I am not here to make sex one sided. I love getting sucked off, but I can suck dick too," he added "I want to fuck," continued Otto "I have thought about that tight hole and I want it."
"Will you respect me tomorrow?" Giggled Kyle.
"Hell no – I don't respect you now"
"Good answer" roared Kyle with laughter.
"Of course, you dumb ass, I will respect you in double digits; it builds character."
Otto seemed a bit strange to Kyle. He could not understand how somebody can be die-hard straight one day and gay the next.
Kyle was strange himself as a gay man. "Why, do I analyze everything," He asked himself. If this keeps up, all my tomorrows will be busy days," he thought.
Otto's cock was pressing into Kyle's legs and naturally, he could not keep his hands to himself. He felt good, smelled good and with such a special looking dick, it was something Kyle just had to have. He was not a greedy little slut, but this prize was here for the taking – so he took it.
Faster than you know what kind of bullet speeds, Kyle's head was between Otto's legs sniffing, looking and searching like an idiot, so the gulping begun.
Otto longed for contact sex especially when it came to getting his junk devoured. Amanda was lousy at doing this, but he could fuck her, so it was a trade.
He liked Kyle who flaunted his ambition as a gay man. They were both lying on their side facing one another. Kyle's lips were near Otto's dick, as he slowly entered his mouth.
There was spontaneous action but not loaded with excitement. The time for nasty hot excitement would come later. This was not that time.
What does one say with moments like this, when you are positive it can be a whole lot better.
Otto ejected a load of warm slippery cum into Kyle who swallowed thinking like a two-dollar whore. "Never waste an orgasm."
Look it up – you will see.
Part 5 is what readers have been waiting for/ Otto and Kyle finally do the nasty.
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