“As far as I’m concerned,” Kyle said to me, “it’s over.”
We were lying in bed one Saturday morning. Mack was “out.” Kyle and I had already screwed once while she was away and it was plain that we were working up to another go around; he got like that whenever Mack was gone, as though trying to one up her. It had gotten to the point that the sound of Mack’s tires hitting the pavement gave me an erection.
I sat up with a hand on his chest.
“That’s not what you said.”
“I know that,” Kyle said. “But it’s how I feel. I should have said it then, but I guess I’ve just had time to think.”
That night, when I had finally moved in and the three of us had had sex in the living room, Mack revealed her secret to Kyle, the one I had known about and shared in; at least, in spirit I had shared in it. It had been a blowout. If Mack thought Kyle might have found her cheating with another couple as hot as I had, she couldn’t have been more wrong. I knew how he would feel. It was why I had agreed to keep the secret—that and because of how much I enjoyed the stories. I didn’t want our relationship to change.
Finally, Mack had calmed him down, gotten him to talk.
“I love you,” she’d told him. “Not them. It isn’t about that with them. It’s sex. Just sex. I always want more.”
She’d cried. He’d cried. Somehow, in whispered conversations on other sides of the house, aborted blowjobs, and drunk, angry sex between Kyle and I in the bathroom, he had come to forgive her and hear her out.
She wanted more. She wanted to explore. She wanted to swing, basically.
Kyle had eventually agreed to it, to even let her continue. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Kyle still didn’t know that I had known, but still, I had no say in that decision.
The night had ended with him on the couch and Mack and I together in the bedroom. He was sleeping off a hangover and a rage while Mack and I entwined our bodies, thinking lustily about what she would tell Liam and Ashley, what she would do next.
“I want to have them over,” she’d said. “Someday.”
By the time I had finished inside of her, the sun was coming up.
After that, things returned to a seeming normalcy. Our strange, three-segmented relationship continued with dates in duos and trios, sex in duos and trios, with the added peculiarity of Kyle falling into bouts of gloom and Mack slipping out for bouts with her other couple. For another month we went on this way.
“It’s just,” he said. I could see him working through his feelings. “Trust is the biggest thing with something like this. She broke it. She broke the rule. We’ve opened it up now, I guess. As far as I’m concerned, that relationship is now over. This is something different.”
I leaned back and relaxed.
“What kind of different?” I said.
“It’s just you and me now,” Kyle said. “And with McKenzi, it’s just the sex. From now on.”
I felt our relationship lurch towards the brink in my belly. There was something else, though. What had Mack been to me? What had I been to her?
I found Kyle’s soft cock with my hand and ran my thumb along its head.
“As long as I still have you,” I found myself saying.
He looked at me. Kissed me.
“Always.”
We lay in silence together for a long time while two emotions battled inside of me—fear of change and gratitude. I knew that, despite it all, Kyle was hurting and that our relationship with Mack had been altered forever, but I also knew that our interests were finally, completely aligned. I loved him and I wanted him. McKenzi was great in the sack, but I didn’t love her. I smiled in the darkness of the room at how I would have reacted to the realization just a few short months ago: I’m not gay.
And here I was, ready for a relationship with a man.
There was still another niggling thought, though. Was it only Kyle? I tried to imagine Liam in my head, see him naked in the mind’s eye. Thoughts of him only conjured images of Mack and fantasies of Ashley. I’d never know unless Kyle let Mack go through with it.
“Does this mean you’ve thought about her proposal?” I said.
Kyle held the silence for a bit.
“Have you?”
“Yeah,” I said. I hesitated. “I want to do it.”
“Shit. Really?”
My heart went cold. I was afraid I’d blown the whole thing, outed myself for my fantasies.
“I mean,” I said, “have you seen Ashley’s ass?”
“No.”
I grinned.
“Kind of my point,” I said. “Mack says she’s into it. Girl’s a freak.”
“They both are.”
I lay a hand against Kyle’s belly and trickled my fingers down to his cock. I was surprised to find it already hard and wet at the tip.
“You have been thinking about it, haven’t you?” I said.
He grinned at me sheepishly.
I shifted to my knees and crouched over him, running my tongue in a slow circle around his right nipple and kissing his belly, sliding down the bed to rest between his legs. I cupped his balls in one hand, stroking slowly with the other.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been thinking?”
I slid my tongue to the head of Kyle’s penis and let the head ease into my mouth. He let out a soft “oh” and ran his fingers through my hair.
“I’m thinking you’re right: I haven’t seen more than a shoulder blade of that girl in college and I always wanted to fuck her,” he said. “Me and everyone else.”
I sank his cock deeper into my throat and pulled back up, coughing. My dick pressed into the mattress now. I felt the thrill of replicating my fantasy-talk with Mack with Kyle.
“I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind fucking Liam’s girlfriend in exchange for fucking mine,” he said.
“What about him?”
“Him, too.”
It sent my hand between my legs to rub against myself while I licked the length of Kyle’s cock.
“I’m thinking I’d fuck Liam first,” Kyle said. “You can have Ashley.”
In my mind’s eye, our places were reversed and Kyle’s familiar back working under me was replaced by Liam’s softer, wider ass.
“I want him, too,” I said quietly.
Kyle grinned.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
I slipped a finger around to probe at his asshole, returning with vigor to the head of his cock.
“But he has to watch us fuck Ashley together. Then, we’ll give Mack what she wants.”
I didn’t need him to remind me what McKenzi wanted. It had been all I had been thinking about since she proposed it, naked, the night I finally moved in.
She wanted the three of us at once. She wanted more. Later, she described for me in lurid detail her fantasies: cum riding sweat lines down her face, cocks fighting for dominance inside of her, Ashley forgotten to watch on the couch as Mack absorbed all our attention.
Then, I’d almost thought Kyle was going to hit her. Now, it seemed to only make him harder as I sucked down his cock. I let him down to hit the back of my throat, feeling his fingers winding through my hair to hold me there until two sharp coughs forced me back up, a string of saliva connecting us. I smiled at him, stroking the spit back onto his cock like lube.
“We’re really going to do this?” I said.
“Fuck yes,” he said, gently pushing my lips back down.
I took him hungrily, spinning through the permutations of what was to come in my mind and reaching a hand down to stroke my already hard dick. I knew that he was thinking this while he was horny, that everything could change when I brought him to release, but in the moment, I wanted it to be real, wanted my secret flights with Mack to come to real fruition that I had become lost in the moment.
Only afterwards—after Kyle had drawn me into him with kisses to slide my ass down over his cock and after he came again inside of me and after we had laid curled together in pleasurable silence for a time—did I have the clarity to think about what had been said.
It’s just you and me now, he’d said. Always.
There was the little stirring of fear and joy that came with the beginning of every new relationship and, I realized, this is what had happened to us. Again. Since that first day on the train, it had been about this: me and Kyle. McKenzi had been there, but not. She was a plaything that made the beginning of our relationship somehow stranger but somehow more familiar and, now, we—I—no longer needed her to feel comfortable.
And there was the promise of the adventure that was to come. The secret dream that Mack and I had shared would bear fruit. I was dizzy with excitement. I knew that just as my afternoons with Kyle had been quiet tests of our relationship, the slow but sure building of surety that this—him and no one else—was what I wanted, the opportunity to have, as McKezni wanted, more would prove another test. I turned over Kyle’s vision of the day to come in my mind, of him and Liam, of me and Liam.
I realized that it was Liam, of all things, that I wanted to experience. I had to know if it were men I was into or just Kyle. Somehow, I thought I knew the answer.
Kyle’s eyes were closed. He breathed softly with a faint smile on his face. His heart beat slowly against my ear while my asshole throbbed pleasantly from a second pounding. I wasn’t sure how long we had lain there together in silence—already more than half of our day together was gone and Mack would be home from her private escapades soon.
The fear was in me, writhing like an animal in heat. I rolled on top of him, feeling the length of his warm body against mine and kissed him, softly at first, and then, as his tongue rushed in to meet mine, more vigorously until we were locked in a wordless passion. Mack fell away. Liam and Ashley fell away. The excitement and lust of our second encounter disappeared, burned away by the fear and the desire.
I bit into his neck, nibbled away at his ear. I love you, I meant.
He responded with searching hands along my back, a traveling tongue down to my nipples, an eager mouth on my cock. His mouth was warm and familiar. I let my head sink back into the pillows and closed my eyes. Soon, I felt myself ready but unwilling to cum and I pulled him back to my lips, rolling on top of him and feeling the thrill of our hard cocks together.
His hands were still exploring my body, kneading and plying as though he were trying to claw his way through to my soul. I love you, it meant.
Still locked to his lips, I reached for the lube, slathered it on, and pushed myself inside of him. His mouth released a silent puff of air into mine and I followed it with my tongue. He grunted for relief and submitted. My hips worked into him, seeking deeper and deeper into his ass.
I kept my eyes locked to his as I bored into him, holding his face to mine and reveling in the gentle slapping of his cock into my belly. It was an unrestrained, unspoken passion that burned inside of me, inside of us, that coursed from body to body.
It built and built inside of me until I could hold it in no longer. I came long and hard inside of him and collapsed into his arms, heaving. We were soaked in sweat. The sheets felt like damp rags. I wanted to be nowhere but where I was.
Kyle kissed the top of my head. I kissed him again, gently this time, and rolled back beside him. His head fell on my shoulder.
“Damn,” he said.
“We should have done this a long time ago,” I said.
We lapsed again into companionable silence as our heartrates fell back into sync with one another. Slowly, our talk went to other things—football and work and all of the normal things that filed our common lives—and the fact of our nakedness became a matter of mere fact. Some time after that, the haze of sex was gone, replaced by the smell of our cum and sweat and the realization of our hunger.
Wordlessly, I got up. He stripped the bed. I went to the kitchen and found Mack had slipped quietly home. I kissed her and offered her leftovers, aware that our days had been occupied by parallel but never-converging debauches. We ate together while Kyle showered. Then, I showered and Kyle ate.
When I came back out, Mack was sitting in her lap, her glowing face turned towards me.
“When are we going to do it?” was all she said.
