Kyle
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Even shaking his hand after the service had made him
break out in a cold sweat as if just touching the man’s hand would make
him fry or something. He knew that it was dumb and that there was no way
anyone in town could know about what he felt, still it was something that
kept him awake some nights. More often lately too as he kept getting these
feelings about Kevin.
Kyle knew it was dumb and even irrational, still it
bugged him. He wished he would be attracted to someone other than Kevin too
because Kevin was a pig about sex. He was always bragging about his dates
and about how he loved to steal his father’s playboy or hustler magazines
and jerk off to the pictures. Worse was how Kevin would always bring the
latest issues to school and everyone would congregate around Kevin at lunch
to glare at the centerfolds and make their lewd remarks. Everyone had to
comment and he hated it when he would have to say something, though he had
to admit Kevin rarely asked him too.
His mind was lost in thought as he opened his front
door and he didn’t even realize how quiet the house seemed as he holler
hello and took his wet boots off. As taught he hung his jacket up on the peg
and stuffed his gloves into the side pocket and walked into the rest of the
house, the silence finally intruding on his thoughts of Kevin and life.
With a strange sense of foreboding he walked into the
living room to see his parents seated on the couch. He started to smile and
ask what was up when he saw the look on their faces as he had come into the
room. His mother’s face was stained with tears but more than that there
was an angry look in her eyes that halted his progress into the room. He
felt a chill run up his spine as he quickly looked over at his father to see
his face ashen and his eyes red rimmed as if he too had been crying. For a
second he thought that something had happened to Kerry but as his eyes moved
around the room he knew that it was something much worse.
The room was immaculate as it always was but even the
decorations that hung from the fireplace and around the room seemed suddenly
very cold and forbidding as his eyes swept the room for some hint of what
was wrong. It was then that his eyes fell onto the coffee table. His heart
skipped a few beats as he saw the glossy coated covers of several magazines
sprayed across the normally austere mahogany coffee table. They were his men
magazines and he could see the one that only last night had brought him some
comfort. The young looking model who
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