Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 06:33:02 -0700
From: Submissive Steve <submissivestv@gmail.com>
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.