Kyle's Butt

Friend of a friend. That’s how I met my roommate of four years, Scott, back in 2015. He’s a good guy. Not too neat but not too messy. Pays bills on time. Doesn’t get into my business and I don’t get into his. He’s also the most straight-seeming gay dude I ever met in my life. Scott is a local native here (Boston, Massachusetts, USA). He likes to watch sports on TV, play video games, do outdoor sports in the summer, all that kind of shit. He’s average height and weight, kind of hairy, average looking face, seems like a Regular Joe.

He likes to fuck guys though. Fortunately for Scott, I had a girlfriend with a nice studio apartment for the first three years we were roommates. I was over there a lot of the time and I didn’t care what kind of sexual activity might be happening back at my place. She and I broke up last year, and I’ve been on the prowl ever since. I’m tall, fit, decent looking… no problem getting a girl. The trick of it is to pick one that’s good in the sack but doesn’t give you any drama afterward. Those girls are harder to find.

My name is Jay. I’m 27, Scott’s 30. He was getting restless last year, approaching a milestone birthday and wanting some kind of change in his life, when the offer came. Would Scott like to spend the whole winter season, December 1 to March 15, getting paid a lot of cash, down in warm sunny Miami? Yes, he would. It had something to do with property management, and he said Yes on the spot. He just had to find a sublet tenant to take over his share of the rent, and to be my roommate for these three and a half months.

That’s where Kyle comes into the picture. And that’s one way gay and straight can be different. See, with us straight guys, staying platonic friends with some girl you fucked a couple of times is like… why? Why the hell would you want to do that? 

But I guess in the gay world it all gets more fluid. Scott and Kyle were “fuck buddies” (I heard that’s a gay term for it) and then they just became friends. Kyle was willing to take Scott’s bedroom for the winter season at a discount sublet rate, with Scott kicking in an extra $150/month thanks to all the big money he’d be making down in Miami.

I said OK because it seemed rude to say No, and there were no other options on the horizon. But I actually had mixed feelings. This Kyle person… well, he was a lot more obviously gay than Scott. The way Kyle spoke, the way he walked, the clothes he wore. Kyle has a face that would have been really cute on a chick. He gets a little theatrical when he talks. His brown hair had little spikes of bleach-blond color running thru it, and there was a shimmer of lip balm on his full lips. It made me feel awkward when we met to discuss the sublet. Like I wasn’t talking with a girl, but I wasn’t exactly talking with a dude either, you know? He was immediately and extremely friendly toward me – almost too friendly – and I had never spent 1 to 1 personal time around this “out and obvious” type of gay dude before.

Kyle moved in on a chilly Boston Sunday afternoon. December 1, 2019. And I could tell right away, things were gonna be different.

For one thing… Scott’s bedroom at the back of the apartment, next to the kitchen… it gets way too hot in there. These old steam radiators from the 1940s, they just crank and crank, heat’s included in the rent, and all you can do is open the windows.

At least that's what I thought. Whipping open the windows, no matter how cold outside, was Scott’s approach to the problem. Kyle had a different approach. He decided that all this hot dry air just needs a bucket of humidity added to it. He bought and plugged in two humidifiers, lit a scented candle, made the back end of the apartment feel like a tropical rain forest… and he walked around our apartment wearing next to nothing. Morning and night. Just a skimpy tank top, short-shorts, and a smile. It was ice-cold outside.

Now let me tell you about it. That butt, that amazing butt. Kyle spends a lot of time in the gym, and evidently he focuses a lot on his ass. It was hard not to notice it. I love a perky round caboose on a chick, it’s always been a thing that turns me on intensely. I just never expected to get aroused by the sight of that perfect kind of ass… so round and supple and fucking beautiful… on a male. Up close. Right here, in my kitchen.

A week and four days. That’s it, that’s how long it took from the time Kyle moved in, to the time I fucked him.

In between, something happened that got these wheels in my brain turning, sexually speaking. Saturday night, December 7. I was gonna go to a sold out concert with some friends, but another friend who’s actually a huge fan of the band bought a scam counterfeit ticket by mistake. “Front row!” When security recognized it as a fake and he was denied entrance, he started hounding and begging us all for one of our tickets. I owed him a favor… so I relented, gave him mine, and came home.

When I got home, I heard the sound of sex happening in Scott’s room, now Kyle’s room. I know it was wrong, but I had to. I was curious. I slid both my sneakers off and tip-toed down the hall in socks, and I listened in at Kyle’s door.

I heard a lot. In detail. A man was fucking Kyle, and they were both really getting into it. The “whup, whup, whup” sound of a hard dick slamming into something warm and juicy and inviting. The man’s breath, panting like a dog. Kyle moaning “ohh fuck… uh! Uh!… ohhhh…” At one point the man commented, between gasps of breath as he kept on ramming deep into Kyle, “Goddamn, you got a nice fuckin’ hole.” Then he started fucking that hole even harder. Deeper. Kyle moaned and whimpered even more fiercely. The bed springs were creaking in fast rhythm.

Then the man gasped and cried out several times, and the fuck rhythm slowed way down. “Oh god.. I feel it..” whispered Kyle as the man pushed and grunted, gasping. Wow. I was listening in on Kyle getting impregnated by this man. That’s how I thought of it. Like, if Kyle was a chick and he wasn’t on birth control, that man’s DNA would be putting a baby in him. Right here, right now.

Here’s what shocked me the most: a sudden and huge wave of jealousy went tearing through me, as I stood silently on the other side of that door. I could have ripped that door off its hinges and thrown that man in the air across the room. I turned and slinked down the hall, fast, to my room. Closed the door and flopped down across my bed. Jacked my big dick, came ferociously, spewing high in the air and back down all over myself. Went to sleep.

But it really impacted me. I kept thinking and thinking about it over the next few days.

Then I came home late on Tuesday night, a bit drunk, and started munching hungrily on whatever I could find in the kitchen. It was 12:30am. I was buzzed and stuffing my face full of a bowl of breakfast cereal and cold milk. Kyle and his almost naked, gym-toned body sauntered into the kitchen to join me.

His voice was purring like a cat, the way he does. “Hiiii. I heard some snackin’ going on in here. Think I’ll join you.” And he waltzed up to the refrigerator and squatted down real slow, sticking that nice round melon butt right out in my direction. I laughed out loud. But all I could think about was the sounds of that butt getting fucked. And bred. And the crazy jealousy I felt, listening in on it.

So I cracked a joke.

“Ha ha ha… listen, I’ve had a few rounds at the bar, so you better not keep teasing me with that ass.”

Kyle laughed and he just stuck that sweet butt out even further and wiggled and wiggled it at me. Swiveling, gyrating. Acting like an exaggeration of a bad porn scene. He said “Or what? What happens if I keep on teasin’?”

Then he stood up and turned around, holding a blueberry yogurt. “Mmm. Perfect. I’ll have this.” He walked over to pull a spoon out of the drawer.

I just stood there, absorbing the image of that sexy round ass wiggling at me just a moment ago. I didn’t know what to say. But Kyle sure did.

“I tell you what, Jay. You’re drunk. It’s late. I didn’t prepare for anything frisky. And I need to get up early for work tomorrow. So, not tonight. But going forward. This ass is available. VERY available. To you.”

I stood there in surprise. Kyle smiled with those full succulent lips of his. Lips that would soon feel phenomenal, sucking on my dick.

“Ten o’ clock tomorrow night, I’ll be in here” – he gestured to his bedroom, warm sultry humidified air drifting out from it – “and I hope you come knockin’.”

I got almost nothing done at work the next day. Distracted. Filled with lust and anticipation and a little fear. I’d never fucked a guy before.

It’s funny, I heard the terms “top” and “bottom” referring to gay sex, and I got the idea that the top is dominant, the bottom submissive. But that ain’t how it went down between me and Kyle. He took the wheel, guided me through it, from the moment I knocked on his bedroom door that night and opened it.

The room smelled good. Kyle smelled good. He leaned up and kissed me (I’m six foot three), and kissed and kissed me some more. I felt all that anxiety just melt, and felt desire kick in. My dick swelled in my sweatpants as we made out. My hands cupped Kyle’s butt and squeezed it. It felt so sexy and warm and round and full and fuckable. I couldn’t wait. The confident stud in me took over now. No hesitation. Being sexual with Kyle began to feel just as natural for me as being sexual with a hot girl.

Did I mention how much I love to just bury my face in a sexy butt, and make love to it with my tongue? I’ll mention it now, because I didn’t expect to be doing that with Kyle, but animal instinct just took over. He’d been sucking my dick with some of the best fellatio I’d ever had in my life, and I was standing there grabbing his head and fucking it and getting close to cumming right down his fucking throat. To stop me from cumming so soon, I pulled Kyle up and we dove onto the bed. I whipped off his tank top, and my shirt as well.

Now we were both buck naked. I guided his strong fit legs apart, and just nuzzled my face right on deep in there. Tasting, breathing in his warm musky fucking hole. My tongue didn’t ever want to stop licking, licking, licking. Kyle moaned and moaned, softly. He loved what I was doing to him. I was lost in desire, tasting that delicious ass. The warm humid room got me feeling sweat begin to run down the sides of my face and down my back, in the darkness. I reached up with one hand and felt his pierced nipple getting hard. I twisted it just a little with my fingers, as my tongue kept on penetrating his warm tender hole. Kyle thrashed in ecstasy and cried out. I kept going and going, teasing him, torturing him.

Finally he looked into my eyes and I into his. “Let’s fuck,” Kyle said. I just grinned. And seconds later, my big throbbing dick was sliding right on into Kyle’s warm and welcoming hole. I’d been rimming that beautiful ass for a good fifteen minutes, with enthusiasm, so no lube was needed at all.

We did it all. Doggy, side saddle, him on top, missionary. I came in him twice. We lay there, exhausted, and kissed and kissed gently, my penis softening and my cum slowly dripping out of his warm slick wide-open hole. We showered and cleaned up down the hall. Then I climbed back into Kyle’s bed and held him in my arms and fell deep asleep. I had the best kinds of dreams.

I woke up at 530 in the morning, in the pre-dawn darkness, and my dick was hard for Kyle’s body right beside me, erect and hard and ready to go all over again. I humped his butt, he got the signal, he reached for some lube and I fucked him again. Nice and slow, from behind as we spooned. He arched back to meet my every thrust. Not a single word was spoken. Not a single word was needed. I came inside him yet again, and stayed in him balls deep, holding him tight and gently flicking that engorged puffy little nipple on his muscular chest. “Oh FUCK.” he murmured. “Fuck. Marry me!”

We both laughed. I pushed my dick into that warm perfect fucking hole just a little deeper, laughing into his ear, nibbling on his neck.

Now it’s a month and a half later. I don’t know if I am telling you a sex story or a love story. We got seven weeks to go before Scott comes back, and we can’t get enough of each other. I spend every night in Kyle’s bed, the warm humid air smells like scented candles and sloppy sex, and I can’t get enough. Morning and night and most of the weekend. It’s like my dick BELONGS inside that ass. And he belongs in my arms afterwards. You ever experience that with somebody?