I think your boyfriend is gay

[FanofFiction]

I'll post this story in two parts. You see, this story is one part totally actual, the first half happened. The second part is what I could have done... but decided not to. I wanted to, but couldn't. So here it is.

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My little sister is still in high school. She is a smart and sweet kid, but has funny taste in men. They are always great looking. They always have killer bods. However, my sister's boyfriends are also gay. I can't figure out why she does it, sometimes they are so gay you can't help but see it. Other times, they are remarkably straight acting and I understand how she misses it.

One summer when I came home from university she introduced me to Kyle. Kyle was a football player for his high school and worked out- a lot! He was a running back, so he wasn't built like a brick shit house. He was more slender, but with a bulging chest and ass... rock solid abs and arms too. On the other hand, his face wasn't much to look at. Crooked smile, gawky glasses, little bits of acne.

I didn't like him at first. He was full of bravado. He thought he was much hotter than he actually was. His walk, talk, and mannerisms all cried, "Look at me. I'm great." My sister thought he was great too, so reluctantly... I tried to like him. Surprisingly, it didn't take long.

Despite his tough guy personality, he was totally cool with me and my boyfriend (to whom I am now married). He didn't get creeped out or make a point to look away when we kissed or cuddled. He even asked us about our relationship- how we met, how the public is with seeing us when we're out... that sort of stuff. He and I also had a few things in common; video games, similar movie tastes, some common music tastes (blues, classic rock, hip hop). We started spending some more time together.

Before long, Kyle was coming over to visit me as much as my sister. For the summer, Mom gave me my own apartment in the downstairs of her home. Separate entry, separate kitchen, etc. Lots of privacy. Kyle would knock on my door or window and come downstairs to hang out... especially when my boyfriend wasn't around. At first I thought nothing of it, but he started doing things for me. He cooked us a steak dinner one afternoon, rented me a movie I mentioned wanting to see... He bought me a tee shirt with his school's football emblem on the chest. I started getting suspicious that he might be gay or bi. Either way, my little sister's boyfriend was making a pass off the field.

Secretly, I wanted him too. Despite his face, he was strangely attractive- though a little younger than I'm normally into. I was 24 and he was only 18 (turning 19 that summer). It was summer and he was confident so he was always taking off his shirt, usually his footwear too. He was almost always wearing nothing more than jeans and some Fruit of the Loom undies (the band always exposed). He reminded me of my own high school crush- quarterback for my high school team.

One day, while playing Halo 3 together in my living room (he wearing nothing more than boardshorts) asked me some personal question about my boyfriend and I- about our sex life. He asked, "Do you guys suck each other off? Do you like the taste of cock?" I answered yes to both questions and noticed a movement in his lap. He went on, "Who takes it up the bum? Do you guys take turns? Does it hurt? Is it worth it?"

Another day, a very hot day... he was wearing a pair of my sister's sleep pants... he sat next to me on my sofa and didn't say anything. He just sat there while I watched CSI and pretended to ignore him. He flexed his arms and chest. He sighed. He put his feet up on my coffee table and wiggled his toes (my sister told me she thought he had a foot fetish- myself, I do not). He slowly caressed his tight abs... I was so wanting to jump him right there. I didn't. He was younger than me, dating my sister and I was seeing somebody too.

Then he came right out and asked me, "Do you want to have sex?" He looked med in the eye and took off his glasses. He looked a little better without them. He bit his lower lip and waited for me to answer. I noticed he had a MASSIVE boner. I pretended not to notice and hit him with a cushion. I acted as though I thought he was joking, "Oh fuck off Kyle," I laughed, "You're not my type. And I don't have tits so I'm not your type either." He laughed and then squeezed my arm, "Maybe you are."

I panicked. For a second I really came close to letting go and just going for it. But I didn't. I kept acting as though he were joking. "Fuck off dude, go fry us up some more steak. And put your shirt on, you're grossing me out."

 

[FanofFiction]

Now for the part that is fiction. This is what I wanted to do with him.

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Kyle sat on my couch, asking me for sex, his cock erect. I smiled and looked over his bare chest and hard abs. There wasn't a body hair to be found. His arms rippled as he moved closer to me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked while placing a hand on his tent. I squeezed his hardening cock.

"Oh yeah," he lifted himself off the couch and sat down on my lap, facing me. He held onto me and moved in for a kiss. His tongue parted my lips and grazed the inside on my mouth. I could taste his peach flavored lip gloss.

I wrapped my arms around him and felt the hard muscles of his back. Kyle was the most built guy I had ever been with. There was so much wrong with this picture. I pulled away and looked up at him. "We should go to my bedroom. More room to move around," I whispered.

We walked down the short hallway together. He was slow getting there- visibly nervous. His sleep pants still ballooned out by his massive boner. There was a wet spot on the tip of the tent. "How far do you want to go?" I asked.

"All the way," he stuck out his chest. He attempted to mask his nervousness with his typical bravado.

"Do you want to top or bottom?" I asked as I took off my shirt and revealed my own abs. I worked out a fair bit too.

"What do you mean?" Kyle stammered, embarrassed at his own naivety. He gruffly shoved his right hand into the sleep pants and gripped his cock.

I smiled, "Do you want to take it or give it?"

He froze up and just stood there with his mouth agape. Seeing his open mouth, his soft lips, and his warm tongue made me want to pull out my cock and skull fuck him. In high school, I often fantasized getting a blow job from Brad (captain of the football team), Kyle's similar build would give me an opportunity to roleplay a bit.

"Do you have lube or something?" he asked.

"Tons of it. My boyfriend loves when I fuck him, he buys the stuff by the jug," I replied as I undid my belt and slid out of my jeans. Now I was standing there in boxers and a pair of socks.

Kyle slowly stroked his cock and watched me strip. "I want to take it..." he removed his hand from his pants and slowly tugged at the waistband, lowering the pants until his erect cock sprung out. I was surprised to see no pubes.

"Do you shave your junk?" I asked.

"I did for today," Kyle smiled, regaining his confidence. "Does it make you want to suck it?"

I chose to reply by grabbing him and throwing him onto my bed. I didn't say a word, I just opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his hot teen cock. It was hot to the touch and already tasted salty from the huge amount of precum he was churning out. I moved my face down until his balls rubbed against my chin. His cock head was buried deep in my throat. His legs quivered and he grabbed my hair.

It wasn't long before my mouth flooded with hot and sticky cum. Instead of celebrating his 19th with my sister, Kyle was giving me a mouthful. I smiled at him and stuck out my tongue. His eyes lit up when he saw my mouth full of his cum. He looked to the side of the bed and grabbed my waste basket and held it up for me to spit.

I surprised him by closing my lips and swallowing hard. I then opened my mouth again and licked my teeth.

"Shit man! You swallow?"

"Of course, Kyle. I love jizz." I didn't say a word after that. I just sat up and flipped him over onto his belly. I reached over him and took a bottle of lube out of my drawer.

"Are you still going to fuck me?" he blurted out, sounding nervous again.

"Fuck yes, I am."

"I don't know. Maybe this is too fast," he shifted and looked over his shoulder at me.

"Want me to tell people that you got a blow job from a dude?" I smiled.

Kyle smiled, "Want me to tell them he swallowed?"

We laughed together. It was a weird relationship we had. I poured the lube down his smooth ass crack and slowly massaged it into his hole with one finger. Kyle was very quiet and just winked at me before hiding his face in a pillow.

I slapped on a condom and eased myself into his tight end. He whimpered only once and then proceeded to moan. As I picked up speed, Kyle started getting louder. With my cock still firmly in his ass he turned himself around so that he was on his back.

He looked up at me with an angry expression, "Fuck me harder. Go ahead and fuck me!" We fucked hard in my bed, Kyle telling me, ordering me to go faster, go harder. He pinched his nipples and growled angriliy at me. His own cock stayed hard and even oozed a little more cum as I worked him over. I soon came and slowed down, holding his ankles in my hands.

Kyle smiled, "That was fucking awesome."

 

[FanofFiction]

That was my sister's exboyfriend. I don't know if I could say no to her current guy!

 

[luvanal69]

This might sound like a dumb question, but is that you in ur avatar pic? If so, you look yummy!

 

[FanofFiction]

Nope. Not me. I am not nearly that yummy. That is Kevin Peake. He's an underwear/swimsuit model. And yes, yumminess eminates from him.

 

[Autolycus]

FanoFiction - you deserves some fans - that was a neat little story!

 

[FanofFiction]

Thank you! Well, like I said, the first half was true. All I had to do was imagine how it COULD have ended.

Sidenote: I hadn't seen him in about a year. Since he and my sister broke up. Then two days after posting this- I run into him at the mall. Crazy! I popped a boner instantly.