Straightening Affairs - 8. Chapter 8

As much as Michael had tried to ignore Ryan’s calls and texts, and tried to erase what had happened between them, Ryan had a way of lingering in his thoughts. He had gone on living his life with Sarah, acting as if nothing had happened. They even had sex more frequently, as if somehow, Michael could drown out the memory of Ryan by deepening his connection with Sarah. But every time he was with her, Ryan’s face would flash in his mind. He would see Ryan where he should be seeing Sarah.

Weeks passed, and Ryan eventually stopped calling and texting. Michael felt a wave of relief. Maybe, just maybe, things would finally go back to normal.

A week later, Michael’s work informed him that he would be going on a business trip to the UK for almost two weeks. The project was exciting, and it was a big opportunity for him. He and Sarah talked it over and worked out a schedule for video calls to stay connected while he was away.

But three days before he was supposed to leave, there was a knock at the door.

Michael froze. He didn’t need to check who it was. He knew. For a long moment, he stood by the door, hesitating, unsure of what to do. From the other side, he could hear Ryan’s voice.

“Michael. I know you're home. I know you’re going on that trip.”

How did Ryan know? Of course. Sarah must’ve mentioned it to Jennifer, who would have told Nathan, and then Nathan to Ryan. It all made sense.

Reluctantly, Michael opened the door.

Ryan stood there, looking as confident as ever. “Ryan, what do you want? You shouldn’t be here, you know that, right?”

Ryan’s expression didn’t waver. “Michael, let me in. Don’t act so childish. You’re an adult.”

Slowly, Michael opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, Ryan pushed past him into the apartment, closing the door behind him. Michael’s pulse quickened, a mix of panic and something darker swirling inside him.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Ryan asked, his tone sharp but calm. “You’re not answering my calls or texts—then you blocked me? Come on, what’s that all about?”

Michael stood frozen, his thoughts racing, unsure how to respond. Before he could speak, Ryan’s tone softened, his voice almost a whisper. “I enjoyed it last time. I know you did too. I want you again, before you go.”

Ryan slowly moved toward Michael, but this time Michael held out his arm, stopping him. His voice was shaky but firm. “No, Ryan. We shouldn’t be doing this. I love Sarah. I enjoy being with her. What we did… that was a one-time thing. Call it curiosity, but that’s all it was.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed, his voice confident. “Michael, that was more than curiosity. You know it, and I know it. What we did goes way past that.”

Michael clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the undeniable urges welling up inside him again. Ryan was right. It wasn’t just curiosity. What he had felt with Ryan was something more, something powerful that he had tried desperately to ignore. But now, standing here, with Ryan so close, those same urges began to rise, almost impossible to push away.

“Michael…” Ryan’s voice was soft now, laced with temptation.

Before Ryan could say another word, something snapped inside Michael. He reached out, grabbing Ryan and pulling him into a kiss, intense and filled with the same passion as before. His mind screamed at him to stop, but his body betrayed him, responding instinctively to the desire he had fought so hard to suppress. He felt Ryan’s hands on him, and his heart raced as they kissed, deeper and more desperate with each passing second.

As they finally pulled apart, Ryan’s gaze locked on Michael’s. Slowly, Ryan began to undress, letting his clothes fall to the floor until he stood naked in front of him. Michael’s breath caught in his throat, his resolve slipping further with every second. Ryan reached for Michael, his hands undoing his shirt, then his pants. Each movement was slow, deliberate, filled with intention.

Michael knew he was crossing a line he couldn’t come back from. But he couldn’t stop, he had crossed several.

Michael felt a mix of fear and excitement as he watched Ryan undress. His heart raced as he realized that he was about to embark on a journey he had always suppressed. His movements were confident and deliberate, leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

As the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, Michael saw the full beauty of Ryan’s body. He had seen it before, but this time he really looked. He was taken aback by the sight of the firm chest, the defined abs, and the powerful thighs. His eyes lingered on his cock, which stood tall and proud, beckoning Michael to explore it.

Despite the overwhelming urge to act on his desires, Michael's mind was consumed with doubts and fears. He knew that continuing to give in to his urges would change everything, and he wasn't ready to confront the consequences but he couldn’t stop himself either.

Ryan seemed oblivious to Michael's internal conflict, his focus solely on seducing him.

As Ryan stepped closer, Michael could feel the heat radiating from his body. He could smell the subtle scent of cologne mingling with the earthy fragrance of Ryan's skin. Michael's pulse quickened as Ryan reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ryan's eyes locked onto Michael's, filled with warmth and longing. Michael felt a flutter of nervousness as Ryan leaned in, pressing his lips to Michael's neck. The gentle pressure of Ryan's kiss sent waves of pleasure coursing through Michael's veins.

"I've wanted this for so long," Ryan whispered, his breath tickling Michael's ear “Since our last time.”

Michael shivered, feeling the weight of his repressed desires bearing down on him. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Ryan's touch envelop him. As Ryan continued to kiss his neck, Michael felt the tension building within him. He knew that he was teetering on the brink of surrender, torn between embracing his true nature and holding fast to the familiar comfort of his heteronormative facade.

With a sudden burst of courage, Michael pushed aside his doubts and returned Ryan's kiss. Their lips met in a tender embrace, the connection between them undeniable.

Ryan broke free from the kiss and cupped Michael's face, gently tracing the outline of his jawline with his thumb. His eyes sparkled with desire as he spoke in a low voice. "You deserve happiness, Michael. And I'm here to help you find it."

Without waiting for a response, Ryan leaned in once more, his lips meeting Michael's in a slow, sensual dance. As they kissed, Ryan's hands roamed freely across Michael's chest, exploring every inch of his body. Finally, he grasped the hem of Michael's shirt, pulling it over his shoulders and exposing his bare chest to the world.

Ryan's gaze lingered on Michael's exposed flesh, drinking in the sight of his toned muscles. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he reached around and placed his hands on Michael's ass, squeezing it firmly as he pressed his body against Michael's.

Michael's pulse quickened as Ryan's cock brushed against his thigh, sending waves of excitement throughout his body. He moaned softly as Ryan's grip tightened, his hips instinctively grinding against Ryan's as he struggled to process the intensity of his emotions.

As Ryan chuckled, he moved his hands from Michael's ass to his waist, pulling him flush against his body. Michael could feel Ryan's hard cock pressing against his leg, and despite his initial hesitation, he found himself wanting more. Their tongues dancing together in a rhythmic embrace as they lost themselves in the moment.

As their kiss continued, Ryan uses his free hand to grasp the waistband of Michael's pants, deftly sliding them down his legs. Michael's cock springs free, rising proudly from the nest of his pubic hair. Ryan's eyes flicker with hunger as he gazes at the sight of Michael's rock-hard member. He reaches out, stroking Michael's cock with his hand as he speaks in a hushed voice. "This is what you need, isn't it?"

Now, Ryan's eyes lock onto Michael's cock, and he gives it a gentle squeeze. "Are you ready to feel my warm wet mouth wrapped around your thick, hard shaft?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

Ryan's gaze never leaves Michael's cock as he lowers himself to his knees. With Michaels cock fully exposed, he places his hands on Michael's balls, massaging them gently as he speaks. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Ryan leans forward, pressing his lips to the tip of Michael's cock. He circles the sensitive flesh, licking and nibbling as he savors the taste of Michael's precum. Michael watches, entranced by the sight of Ryan's tongue dancing across his cock, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses in its wake.

As Ryan continues to tease Michael's cock with his tongue, he reaches and grabs Michael's balls, squeezing them firmly as he sucks them into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around each ball, sucking on them hungrily as he massages them between his cheeks. When he finally releases Michael's balls, Ryan moves back up to the head of Michael's cock, wrapping his lips tightly around the sensitive flesh. He uses his tongue to massage the underside of Michael's cock, flickering it against the ridges of veins as he strokes the length of Michael's shaft.

Ryan's lips move down the shaft of Michael's cock, kissing and licking as he goes. He uses his fingers to stroke Michael's balls, massaging them as he continues to explore Michael's cock with his mouth. Eventually, he reaches the base of Michael's cock and begins to lick and suck the perineum, the sensitive area between Michael's cock and balls.

Ryan continues to tease Michael's perineum with his tongue, flicking it against the sensitive flesh. He uses his hands to stroke Michael's balls, kneading them between his fingers as he continues to lap away at the perineum. Michael moans softly, unable to resist the wave of pleasure washing over him. Suddenly, Ryan darts upwards, his tongue racing along the length of Michael's cock until it reaches the top. He wraps his lips around the crown of Michael's cock, sucking it deeply into his throat.

As Ryan deepens the kiss, his tongue continues to dance across the surface of Michael's cock, leaving behind a trail of warm, wet kisses. Michael's cock surges with power, driven by the intense stimulation of Ryan's mouth. The sensation is almost too much to handle, and Michael feels his orgasm building deep within him. He moans loudly as Ryan takes him deeper, his cock disappearing into Ryan's throat.

As Ryan continues to devour Michael's cock, he uses his tongue to trace intricate patterns on the surface of the shaft. He massages Michael's balls, rolling them between his fingers as he continues to bob his head up and down. The friction builds, creating a delicious tension that threatens to consume Michael completely.

Ryan continues to work Michael's cock, using his tongue and fingers to stimulate every inch of his body. As Michael approaches the precipice of his orgasm, Ryan increases his pace, determined to bring Michael to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, with a burst of energy, Michael's cock erupts in a torrent of hot, sticky fluid. Ryan opens wide, catching every drop of Michael's load in his mouth. Some of the liquid drips down the sides of his mouth, leaving behind a trail of glistening wetness. Michael is spent and exhausted, Ryan smiles triumphantly, knowing that he has helped Michael discover his true self.

With his remaining energy, Michael summons the strength to pull Ryan up to his feet. As Ryan rises, Michael cups his face in his hands, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips meet, and Michael tastes the remnants of his own seed on Ryan's lips. The flavor is intense and familiar, yet also foreign and exciting. As they continue to kiss, Michael feels Ryan's tongue and he realizes that he is experiencing a whole new dimension of intimacy.

Once inside the bedroom, Ryan guides Michael towards the bed, his hand resting gently on the small of Michael's back. As they reach the edge of the mattress, Ryan turns and faces Michael, his eyes burning with desire.

With a mischievous grin, Ryan reaches around and grabs Michael's cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Now it's your turn to show me what you're capable of," he whispers, his voice echoing softly in the room. "I bet there's nothing quite like the feeling of your cock filling me up. I want you to fuck me, Michael. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone in your life.”

Ryan moves closer to Michael, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He picks up a bottle of lube and twists open the cap. With a smooth motion, he squirts a generous amount of lubricant onto his palm. He rubs the lube between his fingers, coating them evenly before reaching out to grasp Michael's cock.

Ryan slowly begins to stroke Michael's cock, feeling the hardness of his shaft as he applies pressure. He twirls his hand around the base of Michael's cock, creating a vortex of movement as he continues to stroke. He feels the tension building within Michael's cock as he continues to massage it, his fingers gliding effortlessly along its length. It might be cheap, but he understood why Sarah loved Michael.

Finally, Ryan's fingers reach the top of Michael's cock, and he gives it a gentle tap. "Ready to drive me?" he asks, his voice low and sultry.

Ryan's fingers linger on the tip of Michael's cock, caressing it lovingly as he admires its shape. He marvels at the beauty of Michael's cock, appreciating the intricate patterns of veins beneath the surface. Satisfied with his exploration, Ryan drops to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to Michael. "Take me," he begs, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Ryan's beautiful ass is exposed to Michael, inviting him to enter. Michael's cock is already rock hard, throbbing with desire as he positions himself behind Ryan. He places his hands on Ryan's hips, gripping them tightly as he thrusts forward, pushing his cock deep into Ryan's tight hole.

With a primal groan, Michael pushes himself deeper into Ryan, filling him up completely. He grabs Ryan's hips even tighter, holding him firmly in place as he continues to thrust deeper. The sensation of entering Ryan's tight ass is incredible, and Michael can tell that he is fully absorbed in the moment.

Michael's cock continues to push deeper into Ryan, filling him up with warmth and thickness. As he bottoms out, Michael feels a rush of pure pleasure wash over him. His cock is surrounded by Ryan's tight ass, and he can feel every fiber of Ryan's body tensing up with excitement. With a primal roar, Michael pulls out and thrusts back in, feeling the friction build between them.

As he enters Ryan once more, Michael feels the full weight of Ryan's pleasure bearing down upon him. He hears Ryan cry out with delight as he experiences the intense sensation of having his ass filled. Michael's cock pulses with excitement as he senses Ryan's body tense up with excitement. With a glint in his eye, Michael slows his thrusts, savoring every moment of the experience.

Michael's cock continues to pulse with excitement as he thrusts into Ryan's tight ass. With each movement, he can feel the walls of Ryan's ass constricting around his cock, providing a deliciously tight fit. Michael's cock starts to leak with precum, dripping tiny droplets of fluid onto Ryan's sensitive tissue. The scent of sweat and musky masculinity fills the air, mingling with the perfume Sarah has used earlier in the morning. But he can’t think about that right now. Right now, this is what he wants.

Michael's cock continues to twitch with pleasure as he thrusts into Ryan's tight ass. The sensation of entering Ryan's warm, hole is unlike anything he has experienced before. As he continues to fuck Ryan, Michael feels the pressure building inside him. His muscles tighten and contract, causing his cock to surge with power. He grunts loudly as he thrusts deeper into Ryan, the intensity of the moment consuming him entirely.

Michael slows down, but Ryan tells him not to.

Michael continues to thrust into Ryan, he feels the full force of his orgasm building. Every movement becomes more urgent, every thrust more powerful. The rhythm of their bodies is perfectly synchronized, moving in harmony like two instruments in an orchestra. With a final, mighty thrust, Michael explodes, shooting his load deep into Ryan.

As Michael's cock bursts forth with a torrent of hot, sticky fluid, he lets loose a raw, guttural cry of release. The sound echoes throughout the room, mingling with Ryan's equally fervent exclamation of delight. The intense moment of shared ecstasy leaves both men breathless, their bodies still in perfect union.

After experiencing the most intense orgasm of his life, Michael collapses on top of Ryan, spent and exhausted. He lies there for several moments, catching his breath and allowing himself to be enveloped in the warmth of Ryan's body. As he relaxes, he feels a mixture of satisfaction and guilt, knowing that he had previously denied these feelings and resisted this aspect of himself.

Michael is struck by the depth of his emotions. Despite having resisted this part of himself for so long, he can no longer deny the overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment he has experienced. He leans down, pressing his lips to Ryan's neck, kissing him passionately as he whispers words of gratitude. "Thank you for showing me who I truly am," he says, his voice filled with conviction.

He allows himself to sink further into the moment. He breathes in deeply, inhaling the scent of Ryan's skin and the lingering aroma of sweat and sex. His chest rises and falls in sync with Ryan's breathing, creating a symphony of movement that echoes the beat of their hearts. The tenderness of the moment stirs something deep within Michael, and he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. He shifts his weight slightly, nestling himself even closer to Ryan, and presses his lips tenderly to Ryan's neck. "This was incredible," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of Ryan's ragged breathing.

As they stand up, Michael wraps his arms around Ryan, holding him close. He nuzzles Ryan's neck, whispering softly, "Are you okay?" Ryan nods weakly, still catching his breath. Michael leads Ryan into the bathroom, carefully guiding him across the floor. Once they step inside, Michael turns on the warm water, creating a soothing mist that envelops them both.

In the shower, Michael goes down on Ryan, getting on his knees he starts to suck on Ryan’s cock. Mimicking what Ryan had done to him earlier, determined to give him the joy that he felt moments ago. He doesn’t know if he can swallow his cum, but he is determined to try.

Michaels hunger is evident in the way he devours Ryan's cock with his eyes. He takes Ryan's thick member into his hands, stroking it as he works his way up the shaft. Finally reaching the head, Michael's tongue dances across the surface, teasing Ryan with light touches before finally closing his lips around the tip. With a swift, decisive motion, Michael sucks Ryan's entire cock into his throat, taking him all the way until Ryan's balls press against his chin. He holds Ryan's cock there for a moment, relishing the sensation of the thick, hard shaft filling his throat. Then, with a satisfied smirk, Michael releases Ryan's cock and looks up, his face flushed with pleasure. "That was just a taste," he says.

He gazes up at Ryan, seeing the anticipation in his eyes and feeling his own cock stirring with arousal. As he reaches Ryan's cock, he leans forward, his lips brushing against the tip of Ryan's dick. He teases Ryan with light kisses, tracing the outline of his cock with his tongue. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through Michael's body, and he feels his cock rising higher, urging him to keep going.

With renewed vigor, Michael attacks Ryan's cock, sucking it hungrily into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the head of Ryan's cock, tasting the salty sweetness of Ryan's pre-cum. As he continues to explore Ryan's cock, Michael uses his hands to stroke the length of Ryan's shaft, feeling the warmth of his skin against his fingertips. He massages Ryan's balls, rolling them between his fingers as he continues to suck Ryan's cock.

As Michael continues to explore Ryan's cock, he can feel the tension building within him. He knows he needs to bring Ryan to the brink of climax so that he too can find release. Michael increases the pace of his strokes, moving his tongue up and down the length of Ryan's shaft. He uses his fingers to trace the pattern of veins underneath Ryan's cock, feeling the warmth spread throughout his body.

As Michael continues to work his magic on Ryan's cock, he can tell that Ryan is indeed close to reaching his climax. Michael redoubles his efforts, determined to bring Ryan over the edge. He uses his tongue to lap at the underside of Ryan's cock, flicking it against the sensitive ridges of veins. He then moves upwards, using the roof of his mouth to apply gentle pressure to the head of Ryan's cock. As he continues to work on Ryan's cock, Michael uses his hand to cup Ryan's balls, squeezing them gently.

He moves his tongue up the shaft, stopping briefly to circle the tip of Ryan's cock with his tongue, teasing him with gentle licks. He then moves down the shaft, taking more and more of Ryan's cock into his throat until he reaches the base. He uses his hands to stroke the remaining portion of Ryan's cock, feeling the warmth of Ryan's skin beneath his fingertips as he works to bring Ryan to the brink of climax.

With his free hand, Michael reaches up and begins to slowly stroke Ryan's chest, tracing the contours of his abs and pecs. He uses his thumb to brush against Ryan's nipple, flicking it gently as he continues to work Ryan's cock with his tongue and hands. Michael's other hand remains locked on Ryan's balls, squeezing them gently as he continues to stroke Ryan's shaft. As he works, Michael feels his own cock rising higher, driven by the thrill of dominating Ryan and bringing him to the brink of climax.

“Michael… don’t swallow. Just… hold it” said Ryan, too excited to explain any further.

As Michael continues to work Ryan's cock with his tongue and hands, he can tell that Ryan is getting very close to reaching his climax. He uses his tongue to trace the curve of Ryan's cock, flicking it against the underside of Ryan's balls as he continues to stroke Ryan's shaft. Michael's cock is now fully erect, throbbing with desire as he watches Ryan's face contort with pleasure. He can feel Ryan's cock pulsing against his cheek, and he gives a soft hum of satisfaction as he continues to tease Ryan's cock with his tongue.

Ryan's eyes widen as he feels Michael's tongue continue its assault on his cock. He can feel his orgasm building, threatening to engulf him in a wave of ecstasy. With a strangled cry, Ryan gives in to the intense pleasure, allowing himself to be swept away by the tide of sensation. His cock erupts, shooting a jet of hot, sticky fluid directly into Michael's mouth. Michael holds onto every drop, savoring the sweet taste of victory as Ryan cums.

Michael stands up, his face still locked on Ryan's cock. He moves closer to Ryan, his lips pressed against Ryan's face, sharing the precious gift of Ryan's release.

They lean on each other. Exhausted. Neither had to say anything to each other. The warm water cascades down their bodies, Michael felt the tension from their earlier encounter slowly dissipate. Ryan, with a confident ease, gently latheres Michael's body, massaging his neck and shoulders, his hands moving smoothly across his chest. The touch was intimate, familiar now, but the words that followed cut through the haze like a sharp blade.

“I love you,” Ryan whispered, looking directly into Michael’s eyes.

Michael’s heart skipped a beat, reality crashing back into focus.

“What?” he said, pulling back slightly. “What did you just say?”

Ryan met his gaze calmly. “You heard me. But if you want me to say it again, I will—I love you.”

Michael’s mind reeled. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t prepared for the emotional weight of those words. The guilt and confusion that he had been trying to suppress surged forward all at once.

“No, Ryan. You don’t. You love Nathan, not me,” Michael said, trying to find his footing again. “I love Sarah, not you. What we’re doing… we’re betraying the people we both love. What we’re doing is just sex, nothing else.”

Ryan didn’t flinch. His expression stayed steady, as though he had anticipated this reaction. “Michael, monogamy is a heterosexual thing. It doesn’t really exist in gay culture—not the way you think it does. Nathan and I have been open about our relationship for a long time. He knows. We don’t question each other, and we’re okay with seeing other people. As long as we’re both safe, we can do what we want. And I want to keep seeing you.”

Michael stood frozen in the shower, the water now cooling around them. Ryan’s words sent a chill through him, a different kind of unease settling in. He had thought this was a moment of weakness, a secret that he could push away, but Ryan was presenting it as something more—something ongoing, something normal in a way that twisted Michael’s understanding of relationships.

He felt trapped. What was he getting himself into?

“I… I don’t know if I can do this,” Michael said, his voice trembling. “This isn’t who I am. I can’t just pretend like it’s okay.”

Ryan stepped closer, his touch gentle but firm as he cupped Michael’s face in his hands. “You’re thinking about this too much, Michael. It’s okay to want both. You don’t have to choose. No one has to get hurt.”

But that wasn’t true. Michael felt the hurt already, gnawing at the edges of his mind, the guilt growing heavier. The betrayal was there, clear as day. He had told himself it was just one mistake, one moment of weakness, but now Ryan was offering something more—a continuation, a complication he hadn’t anticipated.

Michael’s thoughts turned to Sarah, the woman who had been by his side through everything. How could he reconcile this? How could he live with himself, knowing he was betraying her trust, their life, with something that went against everything they had built together?

But a part of him—a dark, quiet part—wanted to believe Ryan. Wanted to believe that he could have both, that this strange, secret world could coexist with the one he had with Sarah. But the idea of it terrified him.

“I need time to think,” Michael finally said, pulling away from Ryan’s hands. “I can’t just… I need to figure out what this is. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Ryan sighed, but didn’t push further. “I get it. Take your time, Michael. But just know, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

As Ryan turned off the water and began to dry off, Michael felt like the ground beneath him had shifted in a way he couldn’t control. The guilt over Sarah, the desire for Ryan, the strange new possibilities Ryan had opened up—it all swirled together in a chaotic mess.

When he left the apartment, Michael was left standing alone, staring at the empty space where Ryan had just been, the weight of his actions pressing down harder than ever.

What am I doing? he thought. The question echoed in his mind as he dressed and sat on the edge of the bed, his heart heavy with confusion. He knew he couldn’t continue like this, caught between two worlds, two versions of himself. But he didn’t know how to stop.