Love With an Out-of-Towner

My name is Kyler Thomas. I'm 15 and like most boys my age, I like to play video games on my XBOX and PS2, hang with my friends and I also work part-time at the local supermarket. However, unlike my friends and most other boys my age in my town, I am attracted to boys more than girls. Yes, I'm gay. My friends all know and are cool with it. I guess I lucked out on the friend’s pool. I also live in the seaside town of Kiama; 2 hours drive south of Sydney, New South Wales in Australia. Living in a seaside town definitely has its advantages. First and foremost being the abundance of eye-candy available in the surfers on the beaches. However, most of them either didn't appeal to me or weren't attracted to me the same way.

Two Years Before:

I've known I was gay since I was 13, when my best friend Tim and I were having a sleepover at my house on a Friday night. We were sitting in my room watching "Bedazzled" and Tim commented on how hot Elizabeth Hurley looked in the tight leather devil suit. I simply went along with the conversation, all the time looking at the way Tim's lips moved as he spoke. I couldn’t understand it. Boys aren't supposed to like other boys that way, and I didn't want Tim to think me weird by staring, so I looked away before I became too obvious. For the rest of the night, however, I felt uncomfortable around my best friend (for the first time ever since we'd met in Kindergarten) and Tim must have noticed.

"What's up, Ky?" he asked.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" I replied.

"You're all quiet. It's not like you. I'm worried 'bout ya buddy."

"It's nothing. I just have a lot on my mind right now." I said, while thinking 'More than you can understand'.

"Anything you wanna talk to me about?" he asked.

"No. Thanks for asking though." was my reply, grinning at him.

"Hey, what are buddies for?"

"Still friends?" I asked him, unsure of if he'd want to be my friend if he found out, even though I myself had no idea what was wrong.

"Always!! What are you afraid I'm gonna, freak out on you or somethin'?" he said, looking concerned.

I looked back at him for a few seconds, then grinned, replying, "Nah! You're freaky as it is."

This earned me a good slug on the shoulder. After our little interaction, silence fell over us while we finished watching "Bedazzled" then we went downstairs to the kitchen to raid the 'fridge for a late night 'snack'. My Mum and Dad were sitting in the living room on the couch, watching some black and white movie in TCM on AUSTAR. Me and Tim both sat down to watch the movie with them. It was an old horror movie from the 50's or something, according to Dad. Tim and I both cracked up laughing when we saw the 'special effects'. At this time, my Mum looked at the clock above the TV and saw it was 10:30 at night.

"Boys, do Tim's parents know he's staying here tonight?" she asked. ‘Why do parents always say "boys" or "girls" or "kids” when they're talking to you and your friends then refer to your friends in the third-person? It's weird!!’

"Ooops. Sorry, Mum. I guess we became too interested in the movie." I replied while grinning sheepishly.

"Yeah, sorry, Mum. I'll call in the morning." Tim finished. It had always been that way with our friendship. He calls my parents "Mum" and "Dad" and I call his "Mum" and "Dad". We've been friends since the third day of Kindergarten. I remember the day it happened.

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Flashback - Kindergarten Year

I was just starting to get used to this strange new building that was my infants’ school. Infants’ school was where Years K (indergarten) -2 attended school. The school itself was HUGE for a 5 year-old. It consisted of an old blue stone building and a pair of demountable buildings that housed the canteen and the 3 "big kids" classrooms, where the Year 2 classes were taught. As I was wandering the grounds, looking for the toilet block, where it was rumoured Johnny Timson had died (not true), I found my self, somehow, being chased by what I thought was "a buncha crazy, icky girls with cooties".

As I was running, I rounded one of the corners of the old blue stone building and ran smack bang into this other boy in the same situation. Looking back on it, I can see why the girls would have been chasing the two of us. The two of us were real lookers back then. We still are today I guess.

Anyway, we had just run into each other and were now flat on our arses. We got up and gave each other a look that pretty much said "What're you running for?” At that moment, the girls on both sides of us were screaming, having managed to find us again. I looked at the boy and gave him a look that said "There's your answer" as well as a bit that said "HELP ME!!” At the same time, he gave me the same look. We both cracked up laughing and rolling on the ground, seemingly unable to stop the laughter.

Eventually, we composed ourselves, and then noticed that all the girls were still all around us. I began to get nervous, unsure of what to do, when the boy saved me, by throwing his arm over my shoulder and grinning. I grinned back and the girls, noticing we were both "taken", decided to chase other prey.

After the girls had left, I looked at my savior and said "Thanks. Those girls are scary when they get in big groups. My name's Kyler. Kyler Thomas."

He replied "Tim. Tim York. I know what you mean. And they all have..."

"COOTIES!!!" we both shouted at the same time, earning us some weird looks from the other kids, and some frowns from the teachers. But I didn't care. I had just made a new friend, one that I would have for my whole life.

From then on, Tim and I were virtually inseparable. We would always be near each other. Everything became "Kyler and Tim" or "Tim and Kyler". We always slept over one another’s houses, even on school nights. Even our parents became best friends and we would always take holidays as a group. When Tim and I were 8, our families took a holiday together to the Gold Coast. 2 weeks of fun in the sun. Because Tim and I are only children, we were able to explore the resort without having to baby-sit for the 'rents. While we were at the Gold Coast, Tim and I slept in the same bed, as we do at home on our sleepovers. One morning, we slept in late, and the maid walked in on us sleeping, my arms wrapped around Tim's chest. There was nothing sexual about it. However, the maid began a tirade of abuse, claiming we were 'defiling the bedcovers'. Mine and Tim's parents weren't happy about her attitude. Not at all!

End Flashback

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Coming back to the present, I heard Tim calling to me.

"Ky, we goin' to your room or what?"

"Huh?? Oh sorry, Tim. Yeah, I'm feelin' tired."

So we both said our goodnights to my parents and gave them the standard kiss and hug and then retired to my room. There, Tim sat down on my bed and, without getting ready for bed, asked me what had happened downstairs.

"Sorry dude. I was just remembering how we met, and all the fun things we've done together" was my reply.

Tim giggled "Hehehe... Yeah I remember having to save your ass from those girls and how do you repay me? Having me have to put up with you everyday since then." At this point, Tim burst out laughing.

I couldn't help but make a witty comeback of my own "Oh really? Well I'm not the one who's made it hard to be friendly to me. You seem to have a new crisis every week you expect me to help solve."

At this, Tim pounced on me and began a mock wrestling match, him trying to pin me into submission, and me trying to wriggle out of his clutches. Hands and feet were flying everywhere, and the next thing we heard was my copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’ being knocked off my bedside table and onto the floor, thumping hard and scaring the shit out of us.

My Mum's voice drifted up the stairs, "Boys, behave and go to sleep. No rough housing in the bedrooms!!"

We both chorused "OK, Mum!!" and broke down into giggles.

During this giggle-fest, I noticed that 'little Ky' had become quite excited by the wrestling match and my giggles came to a sudden stop and I must have blushed, 'cause Tim looked down and saw the problem.

"Ky, you want me to take care of that for you?" he asked. This was a natural thing for us. We had discovered the joys of masturbation together a year before and since had regularly helped each other get off. There was nothing more than mutual masturbation, no blowjobs, no anal penetration, just 2 young boys helping each other feel good.

Normally I wouldn't have cared if Tim helped my 'problem', but tonight, after staring at him through the movie and getting boned wrestling with him, I just didn't know what to do.

"Nah mate, it's all good. Just need to go take a wizz."

"OK, but hurry back. We gotta go to the beach tomorrow." Tim was sitting on the bed with a wistful look in his eyes.

I raced to the bathroom and instead of wizzing; I splashed some cold water on my face. Staring into the mirror I thought to myself 'what's wrong with me tonight? I gotta talk to Dad tomorrow.' See, my Dad was one person I could always count on to help me through my problems. We'd always sit in his office and he'd explain things to me in a way I could understand, making me feel like an equal.

I finished up in the bathroom and went back to my bedroom to find Tim sitting on my bed, jacking off and moaning pretty loudly too!! My Mum's voice again drifted up the stairs "Be sure to clean the mess up after yourselves this time! I don't want to find any more surprises on your bed sheets, Kyler!"

'Holy shit!! My Mum knows about our activities and doesn't care!!' I thought to myself. One look at Tim's face told me he was thinking the same thing.

However, the shock of my Mum's voice speaking those words was enough to make Tim's erection droop immediately. I giggled at the sight of his face.

"Oh man, that was priceless! You should see the look on your face!!" then I burst out laughing.

Tim just composed himself, then dropped to the floor, his laughter becoming too much for him as well.

After 5 or so minutes of this, Tim sat up. "You remember how I have to go visit Granpa Kevin in hospital tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah? What about it?"

He looked at me, and I could see tears forming in his eyes. I immediately went to my friend's side and wrapped my arms around him, pulling his face to my chest.

In between wracking sobs, he managed to choke out "I'm scared, Ky. I don't wanna lose Granpa." Granpa Kevin, as we both called him, was in hospital for cancer of the liver. It was diagnosed last year and in that time, Granpa Kevin's health had deteriorated majorly. The doctors believed he only had a month left, maybe less. Of course, I had only heard this the other night when Mum and Dad York had told my Mum and Dad. Tim had no idea how long Granpa had left.

"Shhhhh Tim. I'm sure he'll be fine." I told him, hugging him close to me, while at the same time, crying as I knew he was going to lose his Granpa soon, and for that matter, so was I!!

We just sat there, crying until there were no more tears to cry. Then, when I turned to check on Tim, I found he had fallen asleep in my arms. So I carefully undressed him to his boxers, pulled back on the covers on one side of my double bed and lay him down, covering him again. Then I bent down and kissed him goodnight on his forehead. All of a sudden, I found that the simple act of kissing my friend goodnight had made me begin to get hard down below. This was really starting to freak me out. ‘What is going on here??’

I decided to ask Dad if we could talk tomorrow. I slowly crept out of my room and quietly closed the door. When I got downstairs, I found my Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table, playing Cribbage. I always found this game too hard to understand, so when I sat down to watch them play for a while, I eventually ended up with what must have been a really goofy-looking face, 'cause my parents looked at me, then instantly cracked up laughing.

In between the laughter, my Mum managed to get out "What's wrong, honey? Is Tim OK?"

I answered "Yeah, he was upset about the hospital visit tomorrow, but he's sleeping now."

My Dad composed himself after a while and said "The next month or two will be hard for both of you, but especially Tim. Kyler, you will need to be the friend he really needs right now."

"I know, Dad. I just hope Granpa will be OK." I said, knowing deep down that this wasn't the case.

"So do we son. Now are you OK?" my Dad asked.

"I don't know Dad. I feel confused at the moment. Could we have a talk tomorrow after Tim has gone to the hospital?"

"Of course. It's nothing urgent, is it?" my Dad asked.

"I don't think so. I just need some advice." I managed to say.

"OK then, son. Now you go on up to bed and we'll talk in the morning."

"'K. 'Night Mum.’Night Dad."

"Goodnight, son."

"Goodnight, honey."

I returned upstairs to find Tim groaning and tossing in bed, obviously suffering a nightmare. I walked up to his side of the bed and shook him, trying to wake him up. When he woke up, he sat straight up and had a shocked and scared look on his face. He looked around my room and when his eyes locked on me, he instantly broke down. I cradled him in my arms and attempted to console him. After a few minutes, he had calmed down enough for me to strip down to my boxers and climb into the other side of the bed. I then wrapped my arms around him and we soon both feel asleep.

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