Queer bent bastard

“This is going to take some getting used to,” Kent said, laughing. “I’m not used to seeing two guys make out.”

“Well you’d better get used to it,” Kyle replied, laughing as well.

“Not to worry,” Jamie said with a chuckle. “We will.”

About two o’clock, everyone started yawning. Jamie announced that he was taking Karen home and would be back shortly. Kent asked me if I was ready to call it a night. I looked at Kyle and smiled, then back to Kent and said, “Yeah, maybe I should.”

“You mind if I drive him home?” Kyle asked Kent.

Kent just grinned at him and handed him his keys. “If you’re not back in an hour, we’re sending out a search party,” he announced.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” Kyle responded, grinning as he took my hand. “See you in an hour.”

We held hands all the way to my place. As we pulled up in the driveway, Kyle released my hand and brushed his fingers across my cheek. “I can’t believe this is for real,” he said. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good.”

I took his hand and kissed it. “Neither did I,” I responded as my eyes filled with tears. Needless to say, we spent the next twenty minutes saying good night to each other before we finally decided he should get Kent’s car back before they really did send out a search party. So, after one last prolonged good night kiss, I finally opened my door and ran up to my front door. I stood there watching and waving until he disappeared down the street. I can’t explain how I felt as I unlocked the door and quietly slipped up to my room. I don’t think I had ever felt so alive.