I was living with Anita for quite some time when her son decided he no longer wanted to live with his father, with Kyle being gay his Dad wanted no part of him. We talked about him moving in and how I felt towards gay people.
I was okay with him moving in he was pretty self sufficient, he was nineteen, he had a full time job and took night classes. I had met him many times he was a good kid, a real flirt with me and most men, this young man seemed to always be horny and semi erect.
I had seen him naked a few times when he had come over to spend the weekend with us, I was in the shower the one time and he came in and started to pee. He did nothing to hide his cock and did his best to see my own.
I liked Kyle he was a good guy over all never in trouble, kept to himself, not into drugs or drinking, not sure he had many or any friends. With us living in a small town there were not that many open minded people in a place like this.
He and I talked all the time, he would call his Mom and he and I would end up talking to each other longer than he and his Mom did. I went to pick him up at his Dad's place, the man was a pig, the place was a nightmare.
He expected Kyle to do all the cleaning of the house, while he sat on his ass all day, Kyle's Dad was on disability, not really sure what was wrong with him but he claims he cannot work. We got all of Kyle's belongings in my truck, once loaded he went to say goodbye to his Dad.
Kyle came running out of the house, his Dad was throwing punches at him, I walked up and held his Dad back.
"Don't you fucking touch him you son of a bitch, he is not your punching bag."
"Fuck you ass hole he is my kid and I will do what I want to him."
"Over my dead body pal, get in the truck Kyle, we don't need this bullshit."