Kyle, Josh and the Straight Guy

It had been a couple of months since my fateful encounter with Kyle and Josh. In the meantime, I started seeing a new girl fairly regularly. She was sweet, and the sex was fine, but she preferred pretty normal sex. The one time I tried to get her to be a little dominant, she went along with it, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. I would have loved for her to make me submit to another guy while she watched, but I knew she could never handle that, so I didn't tell her about Kyle. I thought from time to time about getting back in touch with him, but I wasn't sure I was ready. Sometimes when I was really horny I would jerk off watching the video he made of us, but I had to be in the right mood. It was awfully intense to watch myself being abused like that.

Then one night after dinner my apartment doorbell rang. I opened the door and a nice looking, clean-cut young man was standing there. I was about to tell him to go save somebody else's soul when I remembered that Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses always travel in pairs. I looked at him inquiringly. He said, 'Kyle tells me you suck dick for $5.'

I was in shock. I didn't know what to do. Just then a neighbor from down the hall walked past. I didn't know whether she had heard what he said, but I didn't want to go into it in public like that, so I let him in and closed the door behind him. My mind was racing. The sensible thing to do would be to punch his lights out and then call Kyle in a rage, but that thought never occurred to me. We stood there motionless for a moment, then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me firmly down to my knees. He moved his hands to his hips and stared down at me. I slowly reached up and loosened his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. It felt strange to do that for another guy. I pulled his pants down to his knees. His big hardon was poking above the waistband of his tight, white Jockey briefs. I slipped them down. A little droplet of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock. I licked it off, then grabbed hold of his dick and went down on it. I bobbed up and down for a while, then remembered something a girl had done for me once that I really liked. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger lightly around his cock and moved them up and down along with my lips, basically jerking him and sucking him at the same time. Meanwhile, I started tickling his balls with my other hand. He moaned, so I knew he was truly enjoying this. I felt an odd sense of pride in my cocksucking technique. That time with Kyle and Josh I hadn't really sucked so much as knelt there while my mouth got fucked. After just a few minutes I could tell he was getting close. He grabbed my hair and plunged deep into my mouth. He let out another moan and I felt his warm cum hit the back of my throat. He held my head still for a few moments, then pulled out. He pulled up his underwear, then his pants. He took a $5 bill out of his wallet and dropped it on the floor in front of me. He turned around and left without another word.

I remained there on my knees, took out my dick and jerked off. When I came, I lapped it up. Since meeting Kyle I always eat my own cum now.

The experience was exciting as hell, but I didn't want to make a lifestyle out of servicing anyone Kyle happened to meet, at five bucks a pop. I wanted to call him right away and have it out with him, but I decided to give myself a day to sort through my thoughts first. As it turned out, I didn't have a chance. He called me about an hour later. He explained that the guy was a very good friend of his, and that he only set it up because he thought I would enjoy it (which I did). He had told the guy our safe word. By the end of our conversation, we were totally cool. We agreed that he wouldn't surprise me with any more strangers, but he said he couldn't promise not to show up himself sometime and demand sex. I said 'Fair enough.'