Weekend at Kyle’s

It was a chilly winter night and I was in heaven. I had just turned 14 two weeks ago. The hood of Justin’s green convertible was down and my hair was blowing in the wind. In the car were Justin, the driver, Ryan, the passenger, and Kyle and me, Daniel, in the back seat. Everyone but Justin had a beer in their hand and we were bringing in the new year. All of us had a buzz going and the heavy metal on the radio was blasting.

It was nearly midnight. Justin had pulled onto the loop, which was packed with screaming teenagers, blasting music, and the sound of car horns. The road was littered with empty beer cans and other trash that had been carelessly tossed from cars. We were going nearly 70 miles an hour and the speed limit was 55. The clock on the dash turned to 11:59.

Justin sped past a black and white car and sure enough red and blue lights flashed behind us. I’m sure there was a blasting siren but the music in the car was too loud.

“Oh shit!” Justin exclaimed.

He did a quick U turn into the opposite lane, careful to dodge any cars that were coming, and drove past the cop car, which was still going in the right lane.

“Drive to my house!” Kyle said. His parents were out of town for the entire week so his mansion-sized house was empty.

Justin took the nearest exit and turned the music off. From the nearby parking lots and sidewalks we could here shouts and fireworks. We’d missed the New Year. Sirens blared behind us, obviously finding which way we went. It was nearly pitch black out except for the few headlights signaling the cars were heading towards us. Justin turned his off and turned onto a dirt road leading to the huge two-story house.

The sirens behind us stopped as we drove further along the path and soon the white-brick mansion came before us.

“Park it in the garage.” Kyle said. He hopped out of the car and punched the code in to open the garage door. When Justin pulled inside we all let out a sigh of relief. The door shut and we four went into Kyle’s living room.

We turned on the TV and saw a shot of the New Year’s Ball at the bottom of the tower. Justin groaned. Kyle walked in and set down four of his dad’s Budweisers on the coffee table. Ryan grabbed the stereo remote and flicked it on. “Fight For Your Right to Party” by the Beastie Boys came on. All four of us exchanged grins and grabbed a beer.

After about two hours worth of hard rock, beer baths, and screaming at the top of our lungs Justin and Ryan called for a cab because they were too drunk to drive. Kyle offered to let me stay at his house.

Kyle was my best friend at the time. We were both 14 but Kyle had a bunch of high school friends like Ryan and Justin. I accepted his offer. I wasn’t really comfortable riding home with the other guys.

I didn’t feel like going to sleep. I hadn’t drank a lot but I was still afraid to wake up with a hangover. Kyle laughed at me when I told him.

Kyle and I had always been comfortable with each other. We’d had each other’s backs when we needed to but we were never afraid to show sexual feeling towards each other. We never did anything to each other but we were familiar with jerking in front of each other or even with each other. We looked at porn a lot with each other. Maybe it was teenage hormones or maybe we had a thing for each other. Who knew?

Kyle and I sat on the floor, putting our backs against the couch in his giant living room, talking about normal teenage stuff.

“Any girl?” I asked him.

“Yep. If you could have any girl who would it be?”

I hesitated for a moment going over a list of my crushes in my mind. “Jennifer Tomaston.”

“Okay, okay, now what if you could have any guy?” Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow.

We both broke into laughter. I checked the clock. It was 2:30. I had told my mom that I was spending the weekend over at Kyle’s anyway and it was only Friday so I really didn’t care.

I looked down at myself. I was still dressed in my blue jeans and polo.

“You mind if I change?” I asked Kyle.

“No, I got some extra clothes in my closet,” he replied, staring at the TV.

I went into his room and dug out some stuff to sleep in. When I was dressed I looked myself over in the bathroom mirror. My reflection showed me that I didn’t look half bad. I wiped my light brown hair out of my ice blue eyes. My boyish features made me look younger than I was. I chuckled to myself as I looked over my body. I was fit at the time with a small layer of muscle underneath my skin but I was far from lineman status. The too-big t-shirt I was wearing didn’t exactly show it off but I knew what was there. I looked down at the blue and green sleeping pants I was wearing. I rolled my eyes at myself as I turned around and looked at my ass. It was probably my best quality. It was round and tight and it had won me the number one spot of numerous “Best Boy Butt” lists passed around by the girls at school. With another chuckle I turned out the light and walked back into Kyle’s living room.

I took my seat next to him and curiosity got the best of me. I looked over at him and checked out what he was wearing. My eyes flickered to his face. His sun-kissed skin brought out the bright green of his eyes. His long, dark brown hair went down to his collar and into his eyes. He was wearing a tight, white t-shirt with red lettering on it and faded blue jeans. I looked back at his face and his eyes caught mine. I quickly looked away feeling the fire in my face. He probably thought I was checking him out. Although, he wasn’t bad looking. He had a nice size cock too.

At the time I wasn’t really sure what I was. I guess I was just curious but who knows, I could have been bi.

“Well I’m bored and you don’t want to go to sleep. What do you want to do?” Kyle asked, breaking the silence.

“Anything that will keep me awake.” I replied.

“I think I’ve got something that’ll do just that,” he said with a huge grin.

He walked through the maze of a hallway to his bedroom and soon came back holding a porn movie in his hand. He popped it into the DVD player and hit play.