Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 06:58:49 -0700
From: Submissive Steve <submissivestv@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle, Josh and the Straight Guy - Chapter 5

When I saw the package with Josh's name on it, I stopped walking.  When
Laurie noticed I wasn't moving, she stopped and looked back, puzzled.  She
hadn't seen what I was looking at.  Quickly an idea formed in my mind.  I
decided not to tell her what I had just found out.  I wasn't sure what I was
going to do with this information, but I had a vague idea I might be able to
use it to my advantage somehow.  I patted my pocket and said, "Oh, never
mind.  I thought I left my keys upstairs," and walked on.  We had driven to
Kyle's place separately, so we drove back to my place separately.  When we
got there, we made love passionately.

A couple of weeks later I got an email from Kyle asking if he could come
over for a quick fuck the following night.  I agreed, naturally, and his
followup email said, "I'll be there sometime after 10:00.  Be naked,
standing up against the wall, facing it, with your arms raised and your legs
spread, like you're about to be frisked."

At the appointed time I got into position.  At this point in our
relationship, there were some things that didn't need to be said, for
example that I should leave the door unlocked and have my asshole lubed.  I
waited that way for about ten minutes until I heard him come in.  Without
saying anything, he walked behind me and pushed me closer against the wall.
I had to turn my head to one side, my face flat against the smooth surface.
He pulled his pants partway down, and shoved his cock all the way in on the
first thrust.  He held my wrists tightly as he plunged roughly into me.  My
hard cock rubbed against the wall with each thrust.  Soon he plunged even
deeper and his hands shook.  He let out a deep breath and came in me.  He
leaned forward onto me, exhausted.  He pressed me against the wall as he
relaxed, then nuzzled his cheek against mine.  We were both cleanly shaven,
but I could feel a slight coarseness.  It was an odd sensation.  There were
still some things about being with another guy that were a novelty for me.
Then he kissed my neck gently, twice.  I felt like I was melting.

Next he stepped back and pulled up his pants.  He spoke for the first time.
"Stay like that," he ordered.  Then he left.  I didn't know whether he was
coming back, or what was going on, but I had my instructions and I obeyed.

Several minutes later, I heard the door open again and Laurie walked in.
She laughed and said, "You follow orders well."  She took my hand and led me
into the bedroom.  We made wild, animal love.  I realized she was using Kyle
as human Viagra for me.

A few weeks later, I got a call one night from Josh just as I was about to
get ready for bed.  He said, "Kyle and I had a big fight and I had to get
out of there.  I have no place else to go.  Can I come over and sleep on
your sofa?"

"Of course," I said.  When he arrived his eyes were red and puffy. I offered
him a drink.

"No, just water please," he said.  He seemed rattled.  I got him a bottle.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"We got into a big screaming match.  It was about nothing.  I had forgotten
to do something he asked me to do, and then we started yelling about all
kinds of things, you know, all the stupid things two people living together
get pissed off about, the annoying habits that drive each other crazy.
We'll patch it up.  I just had to get away for a while."

"Stay as long as you want," I said.  I had a suspicion I might have been an
underlying reason for the tension between them, but I didn't mention it.

"Thanks, I'll be OK in the morning."

We sat quietly for a few minutes.

"So, you and Kyle are brothers," I said.

I thought that would be a bombshell, but he seemed only mildly surprised.

"Kyle told you?" he asked.

"I saw something with your name on it.  He doesn't know I know.  He and
Laurie are talking behind my back, and I thought it might be good for me to
keep a secret from them.  I don't know how I might take advantage of it
yet."

Josh laughed and said, "If there's anything I can do to help..."  It was good
to hear him laugh.

He continued, "Kyle didn't want you to know at first because he thought you
had enough to deal with, having sex with a guy for the first time, then it
turning out to be two guys, then all the humiliation stuff.  I don't know
why he still hasn't told you.  I suppose he has a reason."  He took a swig
of water and went on.  "Actually, we're half brothers.  Different mothers,
same asshole father.  We each lived with our mothers.  We knew each other
growing up, but not very well.  I didn't know he was gay until I ran into
him in a bar a couple years ago.  I was looking for an apartment at the time
and he had an extra room, so I moved in.  Since then he's become like a real
brother, almost like a father to me.  He looks out for me, which I resent
sometimes."

"A brother/father you have sex with?'

"We don't have sex with each other.  There was only one other guy we both
fucked at the same time, and that one was Kyle's idea too."

He took another drink of water.  "It's about time for me to move out, but
it's hard to leave.  He doesn't charge me anywhere close to my share of the
rent.  Also, there's something, I don't know, kind of compelling about him.
In school he always had a lot of friends, got good grades, was athletic.
Now he has a good job.  He makes you want to be around him."

"You're more athletic than he is."

Josh blushed a little and said, "More muscular, not more athletic.  I go to
the gym, he plays sports."

I went on, "I know what you mean about wanting to be around him.  He's
charismatic."

"Yeah, like a cult leader."  He looked at me curiously.  "Are you in love
with him?  I thought it was just sex with you two."

"It was just sex.  Now I think I may be falling in love with him."

"Just be careful," Josh said enigmatically.  "Anyway, it's late.  Thanks for
the use of the couch."

"Don't be silly," I said, and gestured toward the bedroom.

As we walked into the other room, he said, "I don't want to make love, but
I'd really like it if you'd hold me."

"I can do that."

We got undressed down to our underwear and climbed into bed.  We spooned, me
behind him, our legs intertwined.  I reached my arm around his chest and
held him close.  He put his hand over mine.  Both of our heads were on the
same pillow.  As I became drowsy, I thought, "Why can't I love this guy?
He's pretty enough to be a model, he's got a smokin' body, and he's sweet,
too."  The only answer I could come up with was that he wasn't Kyle.

In the morning we hurriedly got ready for work, had a quick breakfast, and
headed off at the same time.

For weeks, all I could think about was that last time with Kyle, when he
brushed his cheek against mine and kissed my neck tenderly.  I found myself
closing my eyes and imagining it.  I wanted to feel that way again.  One
night I couldn't wait any longer.  I called Kyle and asked if I could come
over.

"I'd love to see you, but I've got a lot of work to do tonight.  I have to
read a big report for a meeting in the morning."

"That's OK.  You can work.  I just want to be near you."

"OK."

When I arrived, his apartment door was unlocked.  Inside, the dog collar and
leash were waiting for me on the floor.  I took off my clothes, put on the
collar and crawled into the living room, dragging the leash behind me.  He
was sitting naked in a chair reading a thick document.  He pointed toward a
spot on the floor beside him.  I crawled over to it and handed him the end
of the leash.  He slipped it over his wrist, then went back to his reading.
I knelt there, content to be at his side.  Periodically he would turn a page
or pick up a pen and write some notes in the margins.  After a while, he set
the document aside and looked down at me.  He put his hand behind his head,
looked toward his armpit and said, "Lick."

I stood up, leaned over the chair and put my nose in his pit.  It was sweaty
and musky but not pungent.  It smelled of him.  I liked his smell.  I
twirled his armpit hair around my tongue, then lapped from the bottom of the
tuft to the top.  I worked it over until he pulled gently on the leash to
move my head to his other armpit.  I repeated the procedure, this time
spending more time sniffing before I started licking.  Once I licked, I
couldn't enjoy the aroma any more.  Then he pulled me by the leash down to
his hard cock.  "Suck it slowly, very slowly."

I sank to my knees between his legs.  As I started to suck him in slow
motion, he picked up his report and began to read again.  At the speed I was
sucking it would take him forever to come, but that was fine with me.  I
could do this all night.  While I sucked I lightly stroked his inner thighs
with my fingertips.  After about twenty minutes his breathing started
getting faster.  I could tell he was getting close.  Suddenly he dropped the
report and pulled me off his dick by the leash.  He moved my head down to
his balls.  I started licking them.  He picked up the report and resumed
reading.  When he had calmed down, he moved my head back up to his dick and
I sucked him again, as slowly as I could move.  After another fifteen or
twenty minutes he started getting excited again.  This time when he pulled
me off his dick he slumped further back in the chair and presented his
asshole to me.  I slowly circled it with my tongue, then gently licked the
pucker.  I clamped my mouth down on it and stuck my tongue in and out
repeatedly.  I had long ago gotten over my initial aversion to rimming and
now enjoyed being made to do it.  Meanwhile he continued to read his
document and occasionally make notes in it.  In time he moved my head back
up to his dick.  He set aside his reading and looked down at me.  "Go faster
now."

I picked up the pace and gave him a regular blowjob.  When he came, it was a
good one.  He shoved my head down hard and blasted his juice into me.  I let
his cock start to soften in my mouth.

He stood up and helped me to my feet.  He took off the collar and dropped it
to the floor.  He gave me a long, sweet kiss, then led me into the bedroom.
We lay down together and continued to kiss while he jerked me off.  I came
all over both of our chests.  He held me closer and smeared it around
between us.  We lay embraced tightly together for about half an hour.  I was
so happy.  Then he pulled back.  He smoothed my hair off my forehead and
said, "I wish you could spend the night, but I still have a lot of work to
do."

"That's OK.  Another night?"

"Any time you want."

I got dressed, we kissed again and I left.

I walked down the hall and pushed the button for the elevator.  When the
elevator door opened, Josh was inside with another guy, laughing and holding
hands.  When he saw me, he dropped the other guy's hand and looked guilty
and frightened, like a teenager caught masturbating by his mother.  There
was no reason for him to feel guilty.  If he found someone to be happy with,
I was happy for him.  They got off and I got on.  As the door started to
close, Josh glanced back at me.  The other guy didn't notice the glance or
didn't care.  He giggled and took Josh's hand again.  I got the impression
they had known each other for about an hour.  The door closed and I went
home.