Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 18:40:06 -0800
From: Submissive Steve <submissivestv@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle, Josh and the Sraight Guy - Chapter 3

Things were beginning to get complicated in my life.  My relationship with
my girlfriend, Laurie, was developing.  We weren't dating exclusively, but
things were heading in that direction.  Neither of us was even thinking
about moving in together or anything as serious as that, but we were seeing
a lot of each other.  I liked her company, and we both enjoyed our physical
relationship, but the sex just didn't give me the same intense excitement I
got out of being dominated by Kyle and Josh.  I still hadn't told her about
them.  I had told her that I liked to be submissive, and she was doing her
best to accommodate that desire, but I don't think she realized how big a
deal it was for me.  I knew I had to give her the whole story, but I hadn't
figured out how to explain it yet.

Meanwhile, I hadn't seen Kyle since our first meeting, but we were
exchanging emails frequently.  One day he suggested we get together again.
He offered an interesting proposition.  He said he wanted to be able to call
me some day the following week, at any hour of the day or night, and I would
have to drop whatever I was doing and come immediately to his place to
service him and Josh.  It sounded exciting, so I agreed.  For the next
several days I couldn't wait for him to call.  I didn't jerk off so I would
be good and horny when I was summoned.  I jumped to the phone each time it
rang.  I tried to keep from sounding disappointed when it would turn out to
be Laurie.  Finally the call came.  When I answered, he said simply, "Get
over here," and hung up.  I practically ran to the car and headed out.  I
wished he lived closer.

When I got to his place, I knocked on the door.  My heart was pounding, just
as it was the first time, but now it was out of excitement, not fear.  He
called out, "It's unlocked."  I walked in.  They were sitting down, both
wearing robes.  Kyle said, "Strip."  I stood in the center of the room and
took off my clothes.  Kyle nodded toward the floor.  I knew what he meant.
I dropped to my knees.  They stood up and walked over to me.  Josh took the
belt from his robe and tied my hands behind me, then they both slipped off
their robes.  They didn't blindfold me this time.  Kyle turned his back to
me and started rubbing his ass up and down on my face.  As before, his ass
smelled clean but funky.  He didn't tell me to lick, so I didn't.  Then he
moved away and Josh took his place.  Josh did the same thing to my face,
grinding my nose deep into his hole, while Kyle got down on his knees behind
me and started spanking me.  This went on for quite a while.  My ass was
beginning to get sore, but I didn't mind.

Finally Kyle stood up and walked in front of me.  Josh turned around to face
me.  They both stood right in front of my face and started jerking off, like
a two-man circle jerk.  Kyle explained, "The first one to cum gets to fuck
you later."  This was so humiliating.  I loved it.  Before long, Josh said,
"Open your mouth."  It was the first time I had heard him speak.  He was the
winner.  He shot a huge load, which just missed my mouth and landed on my
cheek.  His second shot hit the target and went directly into my mouth.
Almost immediately Kyle came too, shooting all over my face, some of it into
my mouth.  When they both caught their breath, they put their robes back on
and went into another room. They turned on the television.  I stayed on my
knees with my hands tied behind me as the cum dripped down my face and
slowly dried.  I remained there for about an hour while they watched TV and
talked and laughed.

When the show was over, they came back in.  Kyle sat in a chair while Josh
took off his robe.  He untied my hands and gently pushed on my back so I was
down on my hands and knees.  He knelt behind me and greased up my asshole.
He plunged all the way in on the first thrust and started fucking me roughly
while Kyle watched.  He pounded me fiercely.  When he came it was with a
shuddering orgasm.  He practically shouted, "Oh, oh, ohhh!"  Then he pulled
out and collapsed on the floor next to me.

Before Josh even recovered, Kyle said to me, "You're dismissed."  I quickly
got dressed and left without any goodbyes.  They didn't do the $5 routine
this time.  The novelty of that had worn off.

It was dark during the drive home, so I didn't risk jerking off in the car.
As I drove I thought about Laurie.  It was only a coincidence that she and I
hadn't planned to get together that night.  If we had , I would have had to
tell Kyle I couldn't make it, which would have spoiled the subservient
aspect of the experience, or I would have had to make up a lie to tell
Laurie, which I wouldn't do.  That settled it.  I had to tell her
everything.

The next time Laurie and I got together, I told her.  I said I was bisexual,
even though I continued to think of myself as basically straight.  To my
mind, I'm not turned on by men, I'm turned on by submission.  It's just that
submitting to a man is more demeaning for me than submitting to a woman, and
that degradation is thrilling.  I wasn't sure I could make the distinction
clear to Laurie, so it was easier to just say I was bi.  She was perfectly
comfortable with that, as I knew she would be.  She has a number of gay and
lesbian friends.  She was a little less comfortable when I told her about
Kyle and Josh, and how I liked being abused by them.  I don't think she was
offended or shocked by the idea, but she realized that they filled a need
for me that she would never be able to fill.  When we were all talked out,
the future of our relationship was left somewhat unresolved.  We agreed to
go on seeing each other, but it was clear that we were never going to get
married and grow old together.  But that was never in the cards anyway.  For
now we would continue to be good friends with benefits.

Things got even more confused a few weeks later.  One Saturday afternoon I
got a call from Kyle.  "Josh is in your area," he said.  "I've given him
permission to go to your place for a quick fuck.  Be on your hands and knees
naked with your asshole lubed up and the door unlocked."  He hung up.  I got
an immediate hardon from being ordered around like that.  I did as I was
told.  As I waited, I started thinking about Kyle and Josh.  I didn't
understand the nature of their relationship.  They didn't act like lovers,
but they seemed to be more than just roommates.  Clearly Kyle exercised some
kind of domination over Josh, but it was different from the way I let him
dominate me.  It wasn't any of my business, but I was curious.

When Josh arrived, things started out as they had previously.  He took off
his clothes, got behind me and started right in without a word.  I mentioned
once that Josh was not a big guy, but he was very muscular.  He had the body
of a gymnast, or a lightweight wrestler.  He was quite a bit smaller than
me, but definitely stronger, even though I'm in pretty good shape myself.
When he thrust into me, I really knew I was being fucked.  And he held my
waist so tightly at times I felt like he was going to crush me.  As before,
he took long, deep strokes, plunging in all the way down to his pubes.
Sometimes I could feel his balls slap mine.  As he got close he started to
groan.  I was kind of getting to like the way he grunted and moaned as he
came.  This time he wasn't as loud as before, but his ecstasy was just as
evident.  He pulled back hard on my shoulders and let out a long "Ahhhhhhh,"
then leaned forward onto my back, completely spent.

But this time things got different after he was through.  He gently spread
my legs and arms out so we both sank slowly down to the floor together.  He
lay on top of me for a while before pulling out.  Then he reached under me
and began stroking my dick.  It felt great and I didn't try to stop him, but
this wasn't the way it was supposed to work.  I was supposed to give him
pleasure, not the other way around.  He was good at it.  I guess it makes
sense that a guy would give a better handjob than a girl.  We've all been
practicing since puberty and we know what feels good.  He started out with
slow strokes, then gradually picked up speed until toward the end his hand
was practically a blur.  When I came, it was one of the best orgasms I've
had.

Afterward, he held me for a few minutes, then got up to get his clothes.  I
sensed he wasn't in a hurry to leave.  I said quietly, "You can shower
before you go."

He hesitated for a moment, then apparently thought about the long drive home
with his cum and my ass juices in his underwear and said, "OK."  I got
dressed while he showered.

When he was cleaned up and dressed, I showed him to the door.  Before I
opened it, he paused and looked at me.  There was absolutely no mistaking
that look.  It was love.  Then he looked away, quickly opened the door and
dashed out.  I would bet everything I own that he was crying by the time he
got to the elevator.  I felt sorry for the guy.  I liked him, but even if I
were 100% gay, I don't think I would have been in love with him.
Now this was a tangled web.  I didn't know where Laurie and I were going.
Josh was in love with me.  Whatever was going on between Josh and Kyle had
just become more complicated for them.  And as for Kyle and me, I don't even
think there is a term for our relationship.  We definitely had some kind of
mutual affection, but it wasn't romantic.  At least I didn't think it was.
The whole thing made my brain hurt, so I decided to have a few too many
drinks and forget about it.