Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 06:37:34 +0000
From: shane Vold <shanevold@hotmail.com>
Subject: When I Caught my Boyfriend Cheating for Gay Male- Authoritarian

I felt successive waves of revulsion & submission as I opened the door &
heard the sounds from the bedroom.  I imagined what was happening as I
walked down the hall.  I turned the corner & saw my boyfriend on top of
someone else, thrusting with a hungry passion he hadn't given me in a long
time, making the whole bed move under them.  I stood there transfixed until
he climaxed inside & then kissed him long & deep & gently on the mouth.  I
walked back down the hall, only to be stopped at the door by my boyfriend's
insolent voice.

"Where do you think you're going?"  I turned around to see his still slick,
half-hard dick swaying in front of him.  "Someone needs to suck my dick
clean, and John hates the taste of it after I've fucked him."  His words
hit me like a cold wind.  It was like I'd opened a greeting card & been
faced with some filthy porno movie.

I felt my stomach clench in shock & rage & desire as he waved his proud
dick in his hand, grinned at me, and whistled like he was offering a dog a
treat.  How could he be so nonchalant?  I wasn't able to turn & leave as he
casually sauntered down the hall until he was nose to nose with me.  He
stared hard into my eyes and enunciated, "You know I don't like having to
ask twice for things.  Suck my fucking dick clean."

I felt numb as he put his hands on my shoulders & pushed me to my knees.
He used his fingers to pry open my mouth, then plunged his cock deep a few
times before pulling it out and staring down at me.  I hated him.  I hated
that taste.  He stared into my eyes.  His wet dick bounced lightly against
my face.  "Now go bring us something to drink.  We've both worked up quite
a thirst."  I watched his ass rise & fall as he sauntered back to the
bedroom.  He had such an incredible ass.  I wanted him so badly, more than
I had in quite a while.

I watched myself like it was someone else as I poured two waters & carried
the glasses back to the room.  I found them lying uncovered & naked on the
bed, chatting happily, both sporting satisfied smiles and stiff cocks.  The
other guy was cute, not gorgeous, but attractive.  I noticed he had the
furry chest my boyfriend had always wished I had.  I stood awkwardly in the
doorway as my boyfriend introduced me to John as his boyfriend & introduced
John to me as "the best fuck I've had in years."  John looked surprised,
confused, amused by this.  I obeyed in shocked silence when my boyfriend
told me to leave the waters on the bedside table & to shut the door behind
me as I left.  I heard John snigger after I shut the door, like he'd been
holding it in & it finally burst out.  I heard them talking but couldn't
make out what they said.  John laughed again.  The talking became
interrupted on and off, then stopped altogether.  I walked back down the
hall when I heard the bedsprings start to creak again.

I was sitting on the sofa staring at the wall when John came down the hall,
fully dressed.  Nicely dressed, with a computer bag over his shoulder.  He
adjusted his dick in his pants & blushed when he saw me.  I almost expected
him to say something, but he just smiled a tight grin & left.  Had I seen
amusement or sympathy in his eyes?  I was sitting there wondering between
the two when my boyfriend walked out in his underwear.  The outline of his
dick was plump, round, satisfied.  He scratched his belly, leaned against
the doorframe, & looked at me until I spoke.  I asked how long this has
been going on.  "A couple months."  He waited for this to sink in.  He
smelled of sex.  I could smell it across the room.  "I'm actually glad you
caught us today.  Now I don't have to try to schedule it for when you're
not here."

I asked if there have been others.  "Yeah.  Lots."  He reached up to run
his fingers through his hair, exposing a damp-looking patch of pit hair.
His pec bounced slightly at the lift of his arm.  His face became more
serious.  "Hey can you make me something to eat?  I'm starving."

I got up intending to yell at him or hit him, or I don't know what.  But he
ran his hand across his abs & blinked his eyes.  His lashes looked thick.
I didn't have it in me so I walked past him into the kitchen, just to not
have to look at him like that for a minute.  I did actually start preparing
some food, not knowing why.  I hadn't eaten dinner yet.  He leaned into the
kitchen.  "Just give me a call when that's ready okay?"  His voice sounded
the same as it had all the other times I'd made him dinner because he was
busy on some project, studying for school or taking notes on a book or
getting things ready for some expedition.  It brought back good memories.

I put some food together like I was sleepwalking, asking myself the whole
time what the hell I was doing.  I heard typing as he did something on the
computer in the bedroom.  Putting down what I was making, I walked into the
bedroom & asked if this meant we weren't together anymore.  Without his
eyes leaving the computer screen, he responded, "No, we're still together."
His voice was low & calm & masculine.

I asked if he wanted an open relationship.  He laughed like I'd made a
joke, a cute, boyish, happy laugh.  The floor moved as he walked across the
room.  He pressed against me, his lips ran over my face & neck, his eyes
burnt into mine, his hands gripped me hard & moved my own hands around his
shoulders & to his re-hardening dick.  He whispered, "I like the way it is
now.  You fuck me- only.  I fuck whoever I want.  It's good.  Say yes."  He
kissed me deep.  His scent overwhelmed me.

I smelled him & felt him & tasted him until I choked out, "Yes."  He pulled
away enough for me to see him smile.  His teeth were brilliantly white.
"Good," he said.  Then he pulled away entirely & returned to his computer.
He told me to let him know when the food was done.