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Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 6 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at fty/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you’re a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you’re not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. Thank you to everyone who has contacted me. I really appreciate the comments and feedback, and I’m looking forward to more. “Growing Up Kyle” will be submitted every Monday, so please keep an eye out. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 6 Kyle stretched out, patted the cold, empty bed. He opened his eyes and was looking at the wall. He, then, rolled over and found Cody, asleep, on the floor, covered in a blanket, his leg sticking out; he was wearing his pajamas, Kyle noted. He, himself, was still naked. He got out of Cody’s bed, put on his clothes and went to the bathroom. When he returned, Cody was gone and his bedding hastily tossed on the unmade bed. Kyle’s heart sank. He knew that Cody must have been waiting for him to leave the room. Mrs. Morrow was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Cody was nowhere to şişli travesti be found. “Where’s Cody?” Kyle asked. “Isn’t he still in bed?” Mrs. Morrow asked in return. “He was, then he was gone.” “Huh. That’s strange. He didn’t say anything to you?” “No.” “That’s odd.” She was just as confused as Kyle was. Cody’s mom brought Kyle a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs. He wasn’t feeling very hungry but ate what he could to be polite. About 10 minutes went by, and Cody entered the dining area. He didn’t look at Kyle as he quickly devoured his breakfast. Kyle stared at his plate, picking at the pancakes. Cody got up without a word and left. Kyle went back to Cody’s room. His friend was playing a game and didn’t acknowledge Kyle as he entered. “Did I make you mad?” Kyle asked, trying to hold back his tears. “No.” Cody still didn’t look at Kyle. “Did I do something wrong?” “No.” “Are you upset?” “I don’t know.” “Want to talk about it?” “Not really.” “Okay.” Kyle sat on the bed and looked at his shoes. Tears started to well in his eyes. “I think you should leave,” Cody’s voice was cold and distant. “Okay,” Kyle choked out as he stood up. He grabbed his bag and nearly ran out the door, ignoring Mrs. Morrow calling out his name. Cody lived two miles from Kyle, and though Kyle was not athletic by any means, he ran the entire length sobbing. Nobody was home when he arrived. He flung slammed his bedroom door, flung himself onto his bed and hard cried for what felt like an eternity. When he heard his family come home, he muffled his broken heart into his pillow. He woke up after sunset, not even realizing he had passed out. His pillow was still damp from tears and saliva. His head hurt and his heart ached even worse. beylikdüzü travesti He was hungry, but didn’t want to be around anyone, not yet. Maybe they didn’t know he was home and assumed he was still at Cody’s. The alarm clock said it was 8:30p.m. Charlie would be asleep, but his parents would be awake still. Hunger overcame him, so he pulled himself together and made his way to the kitchen. Rick and Ronda looked at Kyle as if he were dying, which only made Kyle want to go back to his room. Kyle averted his gaze and went into the kitchen. A pot of chili was on the stove, still warm. The only thing Rick could cook was chili dogs. Luckily, Rick didn’t cook very often. After getting himself a large bowl, he went to the table and ate what he could. His appetite died the moment food entered his mouth. Kyle went back to his room, avoiding the living room and parents. He got undressed and climbed into bed. A few hours later, there was a soft knock on his door, “Sweetie, it’s mom. Can I come in?” “No,” Kyle said. The last thing he wanted was to tell her what happened. “I’m worried, can we please talk?” “I don’t want to talk.” “Okay, Sweetie. When you’re ready, let me know.” He could hear her soft steps head towards her room. A few minutes later, his door opened, and Rick walked in wearing his usually bedtime attire:: Boxers. “Hey, Buddy,” Rick said quietly, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re mom is really worried.” “Did she send you in here?” “No, I came because I’m worried, too. Cody’s mom called. She said you left crying, and Cody said he didn’t know why.” Tears started to fall once more at the sound of Cody’s name. “What happened?” “Promise you won’t get mad at me?” “Sure, Buddy. I won’t get mad istanbul travesti as long as you tell me the truth.” “Promise?” “Yeah, I promise, so what happened?” Kyle told Rick everything that happened between him and Cody, from Cody saying he loved him to being asked to leave. He tried keeping some of it private, but he couldn’t stop himself from telling Rick everything. Rick took Kyle by the hands and pulled him into a loving hug. Kyle sobbed even harder and held onto his stepdad for dear life. Rick didn’t let go until Kyle was ready. “I’m so sorry that he treated you that way,” Rick said, wiping the tears from Kyle’s soft face. “Boys can be very mean.” “Yeah,” Kyle said, avoiding Rick’s concerned look. “How did you get home?” “I ran.” “All the way from Cody’s?” “Yeah.” “I guess next time I ask you to run to the store, you won’t be able to say no.” Kyle chuckled and gave a weak smile. “I guess not. Dad?” “Yeah, Buddy?” “Do you hate me because I’m gay?” A single tear fell from Rick’s eyes as he pulled Kyle into another hug. “I could never ever hate you, Kyle Alexander. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, straight, bi or whatever. I love you, son, with all my heart.” This validation caused Kyle to break down and cry again, though it was happy tears. Rick let go of Kyle and said, “You’re going to be okay, Buddy. I promise. Life is never easy, especially for a gay kid, but you will get passed this shit with Cody, you’ll find a boyfriend who will treat you like the prince you are, and you will be happy.” Kyle nodded, wiping the fresh tears from his face. “Can you stay with me tonight?” “Sure,” Rick said, “Let me tell your mom.” Kyle had a look of panic on his face. “I won’t tell her what happened, but you’re going to have to eventually. You know how she is.” “I know. Just not now.” Rick got up, left the room, and returned a few minutes later. He got in bed with Kyle, and wrapped his son up in his muscly arms. Kyle was asleep within minutes. **Chapter 7 Coming Soon**

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