“Something like that.”
“No, probably exactly that. What I don’t really understand is how you’ve pulled it off up to this point.”
“Believe me, it hasn’t been easy.”
“So tell me, how did you do it? Did you tell them you’d been kidnapped by crazed circus people? Held against your will by Satan’s secretary?”
“No. My father…. I can’t believe I’m about to say this.” He hesitated. “My father sort of has two gods.”
“Two gods? One wasn’t enough?” I asked, terribly intrigued.
“He holds money in very high regard as well as God.”
“Ah, I see.”
“And when I told them what I could earn in New York and how much debt I had accumulated while in medical school, he accepted the economic argument with little objection.”
“And your mother? Is she allowed to have opinions?”
“Oh, yes, my mother has opinions. Trust me.”
“Okay. There’s something you’re not telling me,” I said after a moment of silence.
“Damn! You’re good!”
“Yes. So what’s the other shoe to drop in this story?”
“Well, my mother has been a little impatient for me to come back to Oklahoma, marry, settle down, and start a family.”
“Not surprising. And?”
“And she’s coming here this fall… with some woman she met that she wants me to meet.”
“She’s bringing an arranged bride for you to marry and knock up?”
Kyle blushed. “Something like that.”
“Sounds exactly like that! What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t honestly know. I’ve kept her at bay for longer than I thought I ever could. My dad helped me.”
“Thinking that your reasoning was strictly financial in nature.”
“Yes.”
“And if they knew that you and I had been sweating up the sheets, they’d disapprove?”
“No. They wouldn’t disapprove. They’re probably arranging an exorcism for me and an execution for you for leading their innocent son into a life of debauchery and impurity.”
“No trial?”
“No. They’re very firm in their beliefs.”
“Guilty until executed?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm. I see.” We sat quietly for a moment.
I was just mulling over everything the poor guy had just told me, but he probably thought I was mad at him for being from such a fucked-up family, because he said, “I should probably go.”
“Why?” I asked, honestly confused. “Wasn’t my breakfast good enough? Did I burn the toast or something?”
“No! You’ve been so awesome to me!”
“Then why the fuck would you think you should go?”
“Because I have such bigoted parents.”
“Newsflash, big guy: you are not your parents.”
Kyle nodded in tentative pleasure.
“Our parents might give birth to us, teach us our first lessons, and start us on our way, but ultimately, our lives are our own to live, our own to make or to fuck up. You’re a smart guy. You must see that, right?”
“In theory, yes, but my mother can be a bit of a force of nature. If she ever found out that I’d—”
“Screwed around with men?”
“Yes. She’s probably call in the troops to start the exorcism.”
“So what were you gonna do when she arrived with bridezilla? I mean, you’re gay! You can’t marry some woman just to please your mother!”
Kyle looked down once again.
“Oh. My. God. You were! You would marry some woman because that is what was expected of you in their world!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I shook my head in disbelief. “What about your world? Your life? Your needs? Your desires? Your aspirations? Don’t they matter? Don’t they count for anything?”
“Those are secondary to my duty to the family and to their expectations.”
“Being a doctor isn’t enough of a repayment to society?”
“No. They never really understood that. Being a doctor is what I wanted to do. It was just sort of something that fit into their worldview in a way they could handle.”
“Wow.”
“I probably should go,” Kyle said again.
“Sit your ass back in that chair!” I ordered when Kyle started to stand.
“Why?”
As patiently as I could, I tried to explain. “Well, really. How can we talk about what we’re gonna do today if you leave now?”
“You… you still want to spend time with me?”
“Yes! Everything I said yesterday and the day before and the day before is still true! You’re still smoking hot. You are still incredibly bright and a fucking fantastic conversationalist. You still have the most sexy, adorable eyes I’ve ever seen on a man in my life.”
“Joseph?” Kyle interrupted. “Could I ask….”
And for once I was ahead of him and knew exactly what he was going to ask. He was about to try to ask me to take him back to bed but was suddenly hesitant.
“Yes,” I said as I stood, grabbed Kyle’s hand, pulled him up, and guided him into the bedroom.
We shed what clothes we had on in short order, and ten minutes later we really were literally sweating up the sheets. Kyle had his long legs in the air, and I was firmly entrenched between them, plowing his sweet ass with the energy and enthusiasm of a pile driver, one of my hands firmly wrapped around Kyle’s beautiful erection jerking his dick for all it was worth.
Even though I hadn’t planned it that way, I was fucking him so hard that Kyle’s head was actually banging against the headboard of the bed. Had the man been able to put together a sentence at the moment, he probably would have commented on that, but conversation was not possible.
Orgasm overtook both of us, Kyle about two minutes before me. When Kyle reached climax, I planted myself fully in his sweet ass and held on as the big man went through the spasms of an orgasm. The muscles of Kyle’s ass clenched down so tightly on my dick that I was momentarily worried that I would lose the poor thing. But Kyle slowly came back down to Earth, boneless and seemingly without a tight muscle anywhere in his long, limber body.
When Kyle was fully back, I grabbed both of his legs, bent the man nearly in two, and returned to pile driving my dick into Kyle’s ass. I leaned forward and stared into Kyle’s big eyes before attaching my lips to his. We breathed as one, moved
