Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 06:33:02 -0700 From: Submissive Steve Subject: Kyle, Josh and the Straight Guy - Chapter 6 Laurie and I had planned to spend the weekend together, but early Saturday morning her office called and asked her to come in to work. With the day free, I called Kyle. "I miss you," I said. "Can you come over?" "Well, I was just about to go for a run, but I could come over after that." "Perfect. Just don't shower after your run," I said. He chuckled. Kyle was a pretty serious runner, so it was a couple of hours before he arrived. I was waiting for him in my usual position, naked and on my knees. When he entered he was still wearing his running clothes: sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was soaked with sweat. He stepped in front of me. I untied his shoes and slipped them off, then the socks. I kissed his feet, then slowly licked my way up the inside of his leg toward his shorts. As I got closer to his crotch, the intoxicating, heady aroma of his sweat grew stronger. Before I reached my goal, he bent down and helped me to my feet. I pulled his t-shirt up over his head. I rubbed it all over my face and breathed in his rich scent, then tossed it aside. I buried my face in his wet chest, licking the sweat from between his well-developed pecs. Then he gently pushed on the top of my head and I sank back down to my knees. Along the way, I licked the light trail of hair running from his navel to the waistband of his shorts. I nuzzled my face against the bulge in the damp shorts. Slowly I slid them down, revealing a classic white jockstrap, nearly translucent with sweat. He kicked the shorts away and stood with his legs spread wide, his hands on his hips. I licked his skin along the sides of the jock, from the bottom of the pouch to the waistband, first one side, then the other. Small tufts of curly, coarse pubic hair peeked out from the sides, grazing my nose as I licked. I reached around and cupped his firm cheeks with my hands, then slid my fingers down his sweat-slick crack. I tickled his pucker, then brought my finger around and sniffed it. Next I reached up and peeled off the tight, damp jock. His dick bobbed in front of my face. I lowered my mouth onto it and slowly sucked him. As his breathing got heavier, I started going faster. Just as I was expecting him to come, he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. He took a couple of breaths, then helped me to my feet again. He led me into the bedroom and sat me down on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees between my legs and went down on my cock. It felt weird looking down on him like that. For someone who's always on top, he was an awfully skilled cocksucker. As he sucked, he lightly stroked my thighs, then fondled my balls. I ran my fingers through his silky hair. When I was ready, I held his head and bucked into his mouth. It felt wonderful but also strange to come into his mouth. He milked my cock with his hand, then got up. He leaned over and kissed me, drooling all of my own cum into my mouth. Next he pulled me all the way onto the bed and rolled me over on my stomach. He spread my legs wide, then spread my asscheecks with his hands. He spit on my asshole and rubbed it around with his cock, then gradually slipped his dick into me. He nibbled my ear as he plunged in and out of me, not too roughly. Soon he reared up, plunged in deep and shot his load into me. Afterward we rested for a while, then showered together and got dressed. He had brought a change of clothes but had forgotten a belt. I lent him one of mine, and realized that one of the advantages of dating another guy is you can borrow each other's clothes. We went out for a late lunch and had a delightful time talking about all kinds of things: art, politics, sports. It seemed whatever the subject was, he knew a little bit more about it than I did. He had a unique perspective on things; he seemed to look at the world a little differently than most people. I felt happy. At one point I decided to test how far our relationship was progressing. "How's Josh?" I asked "He's OK. I think he's going to be moving out." "Will you be getting another roommate?" "Probably not. It's been nice having him share part of the rent, but I'm kind of looking forward to having more privacy." I felt disappointed. I had given him the opportunity to tell me they were brothers, but for some reason he wanted to continue to keep it a secret. After lunch we went to a movie and then back to my place. We snuggled on the sofa for a while, then he said, "Well, I guess I'd better be going." I was stunned. "You're not going to spend the night?" "Sorry, I wish I could. I've got to get up early tomorrow." I felt crushed. I so wanted to hold him all night and wake up next to him. I was confused about whether our relationship was really changing or not. The next day I spent with Laurie. I don't like to keep secrets from her, so I told her about my afternoon with Kyle. "I know," she said. I was starting to get a little annoyed at all this sharing of information between them. I decided to test her about Josh. "He says Josh may be moving out soon. I wonder if he'll get another roommate." I paused to see if she had a reaction, then continued, "They seem pretty close. I've always wondered if they were more than just roommates, but I've never asked them." She glanced away and with a very slight smirk said, "I wouldn't know." At that point I was certain she knew they were brothers. About a week later I had what would turn out to be both the worst and the best day of my life. It started innocently enough. I was at work and realized I had left some papers at home, so I went back to pick them up at lunchtime. When I opened my apartment door, I heard a noise from the bedroom. "Laurie?" I called. It wouldn't have been unusual for her to be at my place, but I wasn't expecting her. The bedroom door opened and Kyle was standing there, putting on his shirt. Laurie was in bed. I ran out of the apartment. I walked around for about an hour, then went back. They were gone. I was too upset to go back to work, so I called in and told my boss I wasn't feeling well and wanted to take the afternoon off. That was certainly true, I felt nauseous. I sat down, stared at the floor and tried to sort through my feelings. I realized the absurdity the situation. I could hardly justify being morally outraged that my boyfriend was fucking my girlfriend. It wasn't the sex that bothered me, it was the deception. I had always been upfront with Laurie about Kyle, at least since she and I started getting serious. The worst part of it was the incredible cruelty of doing it in my apartment instead of one of theirs. There was no reason for that, other than to laugh at me behind my back. That had to be Kyle's idea. My relationship with him had been all about humiliation from the start, but that was all just sexual role playing. This was different. I didn't get to use the safe word this time. I couldn't blame Laurie, at least not too much. I knew better than anyone how easy it was to fall under Kyle's influence. I got up and changed the sheets. I didn't want to smell Kyle and Laurie on them when I went to bed, but it was also a symbolic gesture. I was starting over clean. I sat down and stared at the floor again, then I thought of the one person who could understand what I was going through. I called Josh. "Josh, I just found Kyle and Laurie together in bed. In my bed." There was a long pause, then he whispered, "Oh my God." "Can you come over tonight?" I asked, almost begged. "Actually, I can leave work early. I'll come over now." "Thank you." While I waited for him, I experienced the start of a transformation. I began to realize I might really love Josh after all. When Kyle was around, he shined so brightly I couldn't see anything else, but now that he was gone, it was as if everything came back into focus. I thought about how nice it had felt when Josh and I held each other. I thought how characteristically kind it was of him to leave work right away to come over and comfort me. I knew that what I was feeling might just be rebound desperation, but it sure felt like real love. At any rate, there would be plenty of time to find out. When Josh arrived, we had a long, tender kiss at the door, then lay down together on the couch. We didn't talk much, but the silences were comfortable. Without even thinking about it, I asked, "Do you want to move in?" "Yes," he said. It was as simple as that. We both took the next day off from work and moved his stuff out of Kyle's apartment. He left a short note telling Kyle where he'd gone. That was almost two years ago, and we're still together, and very much in love. Neither of us has spoken to Kyle since then. I talked to Laurie a couple of times. She apologized, and I accepted her apology. There are no hard feelings between us, but it's definitely over. Now Josh and I are trying to scrape up enough money for a down payment to buy a house together, so we can have a dog.