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Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 14 (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. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 14 Kyle held Ry and silently cried. The previous 24 hours had been crazy. Is former lover, Dan, tried to rape him and sat in jail for it, half (if not all) of the neighborhood knew that he was having sex with an adult male, he yelled at his mother (again), and there he was, laying in bed, holding a sleeping straight boy–his friend–who not only severely beaten his attacker but also figured out on his own that Kyle was gay and didn’t care. The summer had proven to be a lot for the small-framed 11-year-old. A broken heart, sex with two adults, one of whom was his own stepfather, new friends, and conflicting feelings. Puberty, Kyle dreadfully thought, is going to be Hell. Images of Cody, his former best-friend, and their last night together flooded into his brain. Ry was a little smaller than Cody, but the physical presences were about the same for Kyle. Memories of Cody’s lips and naked body pressed against his, hurt Kyle’s heart while also arousing his prepubescent cock. He was so conflicted. He still had feelings şişli travesti for his 12-year-old, former friend, but there was just so much pain and sorrow. He dreaded the coming Wednesday when school started. Starting a new grade and school was bad enough, but the fear of what Cody might say or do scared him, and the thought of Cody ignoring him hurt just as much. “What’s wrong?” Ry asked, having raised his head. Kyle couldn’t look at him. He was embarrassed enough after everything that had happened the day before. Ry gently wiped the tears from Kyle’s face, which only caused Kyle to cry more and harder at the affection he craved from others that he knew he’d never really get from Ry. Ry put his head down on Kyle’s chest and gave him a hug. A few hours later, the boys got up and dressed. Ry didn’t push the issue, but did offer an ear if/when Kyle was ready to talk. Kyle sheepishly accepted but didn’t bring it up again. Soon, the rest of the group arrived and the weekend went on as if nothing had happened the night before. Kyle went home Monday afternoon. He got so lost in their gaming and having fun that he only remembered all the bad stuff at night, when he and Ry were cuddling. Kyle was dreaded the walk home. The last fight he had with his mom ended with her eventually staying the night somewhere else; of course, he and his stepdad, Rick, ended up having sex, but he doubt lightning would strike twice. As Kyle approached his house, he looked over to Dan’s. Police line tape enclosed the property. The front window was broken. Kyle walked a little closer and saw the word “Cho-mo” spray painted in large, red letters across the white, garage door. His stomach sank remembering everything. Remembering the trauma was hard, but guilt started to settle in. Until the night of the party, Dan never forced Kyle to do anything. In fact, Kyle was more than willing to have sex with Dan, and Dan had respected Kyle’s boundaries, or so he thought. Kyle could hear voices in the beylikdüzü travesti living room as he opened the door. He tried hard to sneak passed, but it did no good. He looked into the room as the chatter stopped. He saw Rick and his mom, and they were joined by a woman in a suit, who was holding a notepad. “Honey, this is Detective Dunham,” said Ronda. “Hi, Kyle,” said the Detective, as she stood and made her way towards him to shake hands. Kyle looked towards his parents, uncertain of the situation. “If it’s alright, Kyle, I’d like to ask you some questions?” Asked Detective Dunham. “Am I in trouble?” “No, not at all,” Assure the Detective. “I just need to ask some questions to clarify what you told the officers that’s all.” Kyle ignored her and looked for help from his parents. Ronda looked both sad but reassuring. Rick, on the other hand, looked sick and scared. He was looking away, as if looking at his son might reveal the secret they shared. “Do I have to?” Kyle started to feel his emotions welling up and coming to the surface. “Well,” Detective Dunham said, “I can’t make you tell me, but it would really help make sure that Mr. Clark can’t hurt you or anyone else again.” “We’ll be here with you the entire time,” Ronda added. The look on her face clearly showed that she thought she was being supportive; however, her presence was the last thing Kyle wanted. Kyle paused. He knew he needed to answer the questions, but he didn’t want an audience, while doing it. He also knew his next words were going to hurt, but he couldn’t think of any other way of doing it. Kyle looked past his mother and looked directly at Rick, whose gaze was still on the floor. “Can it just be Dad?” His throat went dry and his face flushed. Kyle could physically feel his mother’s shock and disappointment. Without a word, Ronda stood and left the room, quietly shutting her bedroom door behind her. Kyle moved to the couch. Rick noticeably stiffened and tensed as Kyle took his mother’s istanbul travesti seat. “Is there a problem, Rick?” The Detective said. Shaken from his thoughts, Rick looked up and with a weak voice said, “No. I’m fine.” “Are you sure? As much as I prefer to have a parent here, I can proceed with just Kyle if that would make you feel more comfortable?” Rick paused, took a deep breath, gathered himself and said, “No, I’m fine, thanks. It’s just a difficult situation for everyone.” “Okay then,” Detective Dunham said, as she took her seat across from father and son. “Let’s begin.” The interview was rough. Detective Dunham was nice enough, but she asked a lot of very personal and intimate questions, especially specifics about what Kyle and Dan had done together. All of it was news to Rick, who had assumed that Kyle hadn’t been with another man. He assumed some boys about Kyle’s age or maybe younger, but not a full-grown adult. Rick grew very uncomfortable when Kyle described the sexual acts. He fought being aroused and understood, finally, where Kyle learned to suck dick so well. He was glad (selfishly) that Dan had not been the first to penetrate Kyle. “There is one last, and very serious,” the Detective emphasized, “but of business I need to ask you about before I go. Were you aware that Mr. Clark was recording you?” Both son and father looked like deer caught in headlights. Instinctively, Rick wrapped his arm around his son. The first bit of acknowledgment, let alone affection, he had shown Kyle since the party. “No,” Kyle said, panic started to take over. He leaned into Rick. “Apparently, Mr. Clark had cameras in his bathrooms, bedrooms and the rest of the house. We recovered videos of not just you, but other boys, as well. I was wondering if you might be willing to help us identify them?” Kyle’s mind was blown but agreed. Detective Dunham took out a small binder and handed it to Kyle. The boy opened it and saw pictures of many young boys around his age and younger. He recognized the Dempsy boy, Billy, who lived on the next block. Billy was about 6. He recognized a few other boys, but didn’t know their names. On the last page, however, a familiar face caused his stomach to sink. ***Chapter 15 is Coming Soon***

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