I felt the blood thumping in my temples, my vision blurring as I watched the top of his head, the straight black hair between my fingers. The pleasure came like a shockwave, devastating and absolute, tearing me from the ground. When the climax hit me, it was so violent that I lost control over what I was saying. My voice came out in a low growl, loaded with a despair I had kept for thirteen years: "Kyle... oh, God, Kyle..." The silence that followed was sudden and sharp. He pulled back abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his green eyes wide, injected with a terrifying clarity. He leaped up from the floor, backing away two steps until he hit the small table. "How do you know my name?" His voice trembled, but not from the cold. It was a growing panic. "I never told you my name. Who are you?" I tried to stand up, my legs feeling shaky, my hands trembling as I tried to close the button of my pants and the zipper. The air in the apartment grew thin. "Kyle,
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