Now we return to Bryans point of view. I knocked on TKs door, but got no answer. We had agreed to beet today so I could go further with this guy I was falling in love with. I knocked again and still no answer. I tested the door and it was open. I went in and saw the beers in the living room. I went upstairs and saw TKs bedroom door was open. I looked in and found him in bed with his cousin Justin.

I was ready to run, but I also thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Kyle looked as if he were sleeping so he could have been dreaming. The next day he came home after the doctor checked his arm. For several days I would go over and Kyle would just give me a strange smile. After a little while that stopped, so I thought nothing of it. Kyle had dated several girls from school, but he never bragged on what he did.

A few days later, Kyle came over to talk. He was wearing a dress shirt and pants. He looked like he was at work. He had a very concerned look on his face. He sat on my bed and looked at me. "Bryan, I think Im gay." he said. "My problem is I dont want anyone to know." "Kyle, were friends." I replied. "We can keep this between us. Besides we can have fun too.

I do not remember how the car landed or how long I was unconscious, but I heard people talking, then the sound of a saw. It dawned on me that I was upside down, but I could not move. "Dont worry son." the voice yelled at me. "Were gonna get you out quickly." A heavy blanket was placed over me and the saw began to cut me out of the Vette. As the door was removed, they slowly began to get me out.

As I reclined on the floor in the living room, my mind began to formulate a plan to see if Little Kyle and Brandon would like to get together for a three-way next week. I began to fall asleep when I heard a creaking noise outside the room.. My mind probably was playing tricks on me, but I heard it again. I barely opened my eyes when I saw Little Kyle tiptoeing into the living room. He saw me on the floor, then saw Jeremy on the recliner and Kyle on the sofa.

The next day we woke up and Kyle tried to avoid eye contact, but I would not let him shun me. I grabbed his arm and he tried to pull away, but I refused to let him go. "Let me go." he said. "Let me go." He sagged on the bed and I sat next to him. I dared not hug him because of his fragile state. I looked at him and Kyle finally looked at me. The pleading look in his eyes spoke volumes. "Kyle, youre questioning yourself." I said. "Just remember gay or straight, were friends no matter what." "What about everyone else?" he asked.

This chapter will be told from older Kyles point of view. From here on out he will be called TK for short. I was confused with myself. Was I gay or was it a phase? I was beginning to love Bryan, but what was the reason? If I was gay, I had to check it out myself. As I was thinking, the phone rang and I answered it. "Hey cuz." the voice said, which I recognized immediately. "Hey Justin." I said.

Hi. Let me introduce myself. I am Bryan Robinson. I am -years-old, " tall, 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 , a senior in high school, ", 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.

One Saturday, my cousin Scott asked if I played the lottery. I knew my money could be used for something better than a game of chance. He said it was up to million and said he was going to get several tickets. He then called me chicken for not trying it. I went with him and filled out the quick pick, handed the cashier the slip and my dollar, and she gave me my numbers for the drawing. We went home and talked about different things. Scott and I were very close and he knew about me being gay and did not care. He then turned on the lottery drawing. I pulled out my ticket and did not expect to win anything. I saw the numbers I had were ---- with the powerball number of .

I do not remember how the car landed or how long I was unconscious, but I heard people talking, then the sound of a saw. It dawned on me that I was upside down, but I could not move. "Dont worry son." the voice yelled at me. "Were gonna get you out quickly." A heavy blanket was placed over me and the saw began to cut me out of the Vette. As the door was removed, they slowly began to get me out.