Hi. Let me introduce myself. I am Bryan Robinson. I am 19-years-old, 5'8" tall, 145 pounds, brown hair and green eyes. I am studying nursing in college. And as you may have guessed it, I am gay. If I was not gay, or at least bi, why would my story be on Nifty? My story revolves around a boy I met in high school and really wanted to know (especially in the biblical sense). His name is Kyle. Kyle is 17, a senior in high school, 5'8", 135 pounds, blonde hair with blue eyes.

I met Kyle when he was a freshman and I was a junior. This cute blonde kid was walking down the hall and it seemed he jumped into my mind. Well he seemed scared so I walked up to him.

"Hi." I said.

"H-H-Hi." he replied with some fear in his voice.

"Bryan." I told him as I extended my hand.

"Kyle." he said as he shook it. "This place is so huge."

"It seems like that, but you'll get used to it." I said.

He showed me his schedule and I showed him where to go. I saw that we had lunch at the same time, so I suggested we eat together. He said he would like that and we departed. As I watched his cute ass go down the hall, my dick began to grow. God was he cute!

As I went through my morning classes, my mind kept wandering back to Kyle. I finished my class before lunch and I threw my books in my locker. I tried to appear nonchalant as I went to the lunch room. I entered and I saw Kyle only a few places ahead of me. As I got my meal, he was glancing around, so I tapped him on the shoulder. Kyle nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped his tray.

"Hey." I said as I led him to a table a little ways off.

"This is so overwhelming." he said.

"Don't worry." I said. "This will seem like a distant nightmare in a few months."

We both laughed and talked. I found out he likes a number of the same things I do, like X-Men, wrestling, and of course computer games. I offered to have him come over after school, but he was reluctant. After a little more prodding, he readily agreed. As we left the lunchroom, a girl passed by and Kyle's attention quickly was drawn to her.

"Man, she's so hot." he said, almost drooling.

My heart was dashed. The kid I wanted to get to know better is straight. But I still liked him and I knew we could be friends. As we parted, he agreed to meet me at my car.

After school, we connected and he climbed in the passenger seat. We listened to some music and before we knew it, I was pulling into my driveway. We went in and no one was home, as usual. My parents worked until 6:00 pm. We went straight to my room. I began to change and I noticed that Kyle looked at me very nervous.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" he replied.

"Simple, I wanted to get comfortable." I said. "I'm just changing into a pair of shorts. Besides, we're guys. You need to chill."

"I'm sorry." Kyle said.

"Hey no harm." I told him. "Besides, if you are gonna worry about guys changing in front of you, PE will be a bitch for you."

We both laughed and I started the computer. After I checked my emails, we started to play some games online. Kyle was very good and he seemed to beat me easily.

"Kyle, you're a nice guy." I said. "And I want to be your friend. Nothing more and nothing less. Okay?"

He shook his head. After that we were almost inseparable. We would be at each other's homes. We would have sleepovers and we would joke around. We would go swimming together and go to the movies together.

We jump ahead almost three years. I had graduated from high school and went to get my nursing degree. I also volunteered at the local hospital when an ambulance pulled in with a crash victim. I was in the emergency room when I saw Kyle being wheeled in on the gurney. I began to panic. The doctors and nurses pulled his unconscious body to a room. As they were talking, I spoke.

"He's allergic to penicillin." I uttered.

The group looked at me as if I were an alien. One nurse asked how I knew this and I explained he was my best friend. They asked me to call his parents, which I was able to get his dad. I rushed back and Kyle was waking up. He began to yell in pain and panic. He tried to get up, but could not. I looked at him and he focused on me.

"Hey big man." I said. "Calm down. You were in an accident. What happened?"

"I was riding my dirt bike and I hit a fuckin' hole." he said and tried to laugh.

"Dummy." I said. "That'll teach you."

It hurt me to see my friend in pain. The doctor sent him to get x-rays on his entire body, especially his arm. I waited for his parents and they came through the door just as Kyle came out of X-ray.

"How is he?" his dad asked.

The doctor approached and said Kyle's right arm was broken in two places. They would need to set it with pins. Kyle's dad signed the paperwork and they kissed their son.

"I'll see you later Evel." I said with a forced smile.

I showed his parents to the waiting room and I stayed with them. After three hours, the doctor came out and said everything went fine. Kyle would spend the night in the hospital. He would be in a cast for several weeks. They would leave the pins in for six months, then remove them with another surgery. His parents and I looked in on him. He was totally out of it and would sleep the rest of the night. Kyle's parents thanked me for being there with him and for them.

Well the next six months were a living hell for Kyle. Since he is right-handed, his trying to release his pent-up stress was altered drastically. We would talk or chat online and he would always say he needed to shoot his load. When the cast came off, he would jerk his pole, but he said it hurt every time. How I wished I could help him.

The arrived for the pins to be removed. I was at the hospital and I got to see Kyle before he went into surgery. His parents were there also and I checked on them every so often. Kyle came out of surgery and it looked like he would be fine. He was still sleeping when his parents went home for a couple of hours. My shift had ended and I asked to sit with Kyle for a while. The head nurse was a stickler for the rules, but she liked me because I was always reliable and I worked well with the patients. She allowed it, but told me not to stay after 7 pm.

I sat in the room and Kyle was sleeping like a baby. I had closed the door and I kept looking at my friend in a deep slumber. My mind went into overdrive. I took the piss bottle and raised the sheet and blanket on the bed. I reached and raised the hospital gown slowly. Kyle's soft 4" rod appear and I slowly began to stroke it. Either Kyle had not jacked off in quite a while or he was having one hellacious dream, he became very hard almost instantly. I stroked his cock slowly and his breathing became heavy. Precum leaked out of his cock and I had a taste of his clear liquid. As my hand sped up, the more ragged his breath became. I saw his egg-shaped nut sac tighten. I placed the jug at his cockhead and the first volley flew into the container. Each successive blast flew into the jug and his breathing was erratic. The monitor did speed up and I was afraid of being caught. But he finally released the last load and it trickled on my hand. Kyle's breathing slowed and the monitor returned to normal. I released his cock and licked the remnants of the jizz off my hand. I smiled, but was still scared of being caught. I took the jug to the bathroom and cleaned it out. I put it back and I sat by Kyle's bed until 7 pm. I got up to leave and my heart stopped.

"Thank you." Kyle whispered hoarsely.

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