Chapter Thirteen #3
“That’s perfect,” Kyle said as Eric gently rolled and tugged at his heavy sac. “Love having my balls played with. I could spend hours fondling and sucking your balls, never even touch your cock. You’d love it.”
It sounded like torture, but it also sounded extremely hot. Kyle had to be exaggerating about taking hours, though, right? “I think I’d like that,” Eric said.
“I’d make sure you did.”
The head of Kyle’s cock was still bobbing close to Eric’s lips. Eric’s gaze was locked on the slit, and without meaning to, he licked his lips.
Kyle noticed. “Go ahead, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”
Eric parted his lips and leaned in. He kissed the tip, letting his tongue flick against the smooth, hot skin.
When he heard Kyle’s sharp intake of breath, he continued kissing around the head, and then down the underside of his shaft.
He opened his mouth wider as he went, using more tongue, and Kyle moaned his approval.
Eric kissed his way back up to the tip, then wrapped his lips around the head and silently prayed to anyone who was listening that he wasn’t about to give Kyle the worst blowjob in history.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut off the very loud part of his brain that insisted he be perfect at anything he attempted.
He’d wanted this for so long, and now he was here with this wonderful, patient young man.
He wouldn’t ruin it by second-guessing himself. He would just feel his way through it.
He slid his lips down as far as he could, brushing his tongue over the velvety skin of Kyle’s shaft and moaning at the relief of finally knowing what it felt like to take a man into his mouth.
“That’s good, baby,” Kyle said. He gently brushed Eric’s hair with his fingers. “I know I don’t have a beginner’s cock. It’s got a wicked curve to it.”
Eric loved the curve in Kyle’s cock. As silly as it would probably sound to say, he thought that it suited him. Everything else about Kyle had been a delightful surprise; why not his cock?
Kyle’s encouraging words helped Eric relax, and he began to do whatever felt right, licking and sucking the shaft and head, and flicking his tongue over the slit.
Then he remembered Kyle’s favorite thing, and brought a hand up to play with Kyle’s balls again.
Kyle groaned and jerked his hips, thrusting once into Eric’s mouth before stilling.
“Sorry,” Kyle said hoarsely. “Didn’t mean to.”
Eric really liked the idea of Kyle thrusting into his mouth, but maybe not tonight.
First, Eric needed to practice taking him—or someone, anyway—deeper.
Tonight he would enjoy the sensation of having his mouth filled with warm, hard flesh, and the weight of Kyle’s full balls in his hands.
The first taste of tangy precum touched Eric’s tongue and he lapped at the slit, wanting more.
“So sweet,” Kyle panted. “You’re so fucking eager. I love it. God, you’re a natural.”
There was no way this was a good blowjob, as much as Eric was enjoying it, but he still appreciated the praise.
He kept going, his efforts earning him more salty drops of precum, which he lapped up greedily.
He wondered if he’d be able to tell when Kyle was close.
He wanted to try to swallow Kyle’s release, but wasn’t sure if he’d be able to.
Suddenly, Kyle was stepping back, and Eric nearly fell off the bed trying to chase him. Trying to get his lips back around him.
“That’s enough, gorgeous.” Kyle was half panting and half laughing. Eric must have looked ridiculous, naked and stretching forward for Kyle’s cock like a baby bird. “Don’t want to come yet. Why don’t you get yourself comfortable?”
Eric took that as an invitation to lie back on the bed, so he did.
He piled pillows behind his head and stretched out on top of the duvet.
He was, he realized, in the exact position he had always arranged Kyle in his fantasies: naked, sprawled on his back with his legs apart, his cock hard and flat against his stomach.
“Jesus, look at you.” Kyle grinned, then moved onto the bed until he was kneeling between Eric’s calves. “Better than I even imagined.”
“You imagined?”
“Fuck yeah. Don’t pretend you haven’t been thinking about me.”
Eric’s heart raced with embarrassment and excitement. “I thought about you. Imagined you when—” He cut himself off, embarrassment winning the battle inside him.
“When you were jerking off?”
Eric nodded.
“That’s hot. What did you imagine?”
Eric closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Kyle and say this at the same time. “You telling me how to...please you.” He swallowed. “Commanding me.”
Kyle sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Eric.”
Eric opened his eyes and found Kyle gripping the base of his own cock with an awestruck expression on his face.
“You’re something else,” Kyle said. “This is going to be even funner than I thought. How about you stroke that beautiful, thick cock of yours for me? Show me what you did when you thought of me.”
Exhibitionism was way out of Eric’s usual comfort zone, but he didn’t hesitate a second to comply with Kyle’s command.
His hand wrapped around his cock and gave it his usual firm, quick strokes.
With Kyle watching, and the visual of Kyle’s naked body combined with the lingering taste of his precum in Eric’s mouth, Eric was close to coming in only a few tugs.
He grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, bringing his other hand close to catch the impending mess.
“Stop,” Kyle said sternly. Eric did. He breathed through the shock to his system that came from the sudden loss of sensation. He’d never just stopped before. It was...exhilarating. Like catching a slap shot in his glove: awful pain mingled with a heady rush of power.
“You were about to come, weren’t you?” Kyle leaned down, stretching himself over Eric’s body, and kissed his mouth. “That’s incredible. Why the hurry?”
“It’s...it’s how I always do it.”
Kyle seemed to consider this. “Hard? Fast? Punishing?”
“Efficient,” Eric corrected. “Not punishing, just...not leisurely.”
“Well,” Kyle said, kissing his chin, and then his neck, and then his right shoulder, “let’s try another way.”
He sat back on his heels, returning to his place between Eric’s widespread legs. “Start again,” he instructed. “Slowly, this time.”
Any embarrassment Eric had felt at performing for Kyle was pushed out by an overwhelming desire to follow his instructions.
When he took his cock in hand, he didn’t hold back his moan of pleasure at the contact.
He knew Kyle wanted to hear it, and Eric was determined to give Kyle whatever he wanted.
“That’s right,” Kyle said huskily, watching as Eric moved his hand slowly over his shaft. “Nice and easy.”
Warmth bloomed in Eric’s stomach at Kyle’s praise. He dragged a hand lazily over his own chest, rubbing lightly at skin that felt as raw and sensitive as his cock. Like every inch of him was an erogenous zone, like Kyle could touch him anywhere and he would come instantly.
But that wasn’t what Kyle wanted, so Eric kept up the achingly slow strokes on his cock, as he brushed his fingers over his torso. He was desperate for more. He wanted to go faster, harder. He wanted Kyle’s hand or his mouth. He wanted Kyle to tell him he could come.
“See how good that is?” Kyle said.
Eric nodded thickly, not even sure if it was good or if it was torture.
“You want more, baby?”
Eric nodded again, more certain of that one. “Please.”
Kyle leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Eric’s chest. The contact was barely anything, but it made Eric’s back arch.
Kyle laughed against his skin, then kissed down to Eric’s bellybutton, each graze of his lips making Eric squirm and gasp.
Finally, he hovered his mouth above Eric’s straining cock.
Eric exhaled raggedly, commanding himself not to come the moment Kyle’s lips touched his dick.
If they ever were going to touch his dick.
Kyle began kissing along the jut of Eric’s pelvic bone, then down the crease of his right thigh.
When he reached the inside of Eric’s thigh, Kyle nuzzled Eric’s balls, parting his lips only to tickle them with warm puffs of breath.
Eric wanted his tongue, his fingers, anything, but Kyle switched to the left side and began kissing back up to Eric’s stomach.
“Bend your knees,” Kyle ordered. “Feet flat on the bed. I want a good look at you.”
Eric assumed he meant he wanted a view of his...well. His asshole. Or at least the area it lived. He complied, trying not to be embarrassed about it.
“You can say no to anything I do or ask, okay?” Kyle said seriously. “You can say stop. You can shut this whole thing down at any time. Do you understand?”
“Yes?”
“Try it without the question mark. This is important.”
“Yes,” Eric said, more steadily this time. “I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable. With anything.”
“Good. I’m going to suck your cock now, and, if you don’t mind, I’d like to play with your hole a bit while I’m doing it. Would you like that?”
“I don’t know,” Eric said honestly. He’d liked it when he’d done it to himself, but would it be uncomfortable to have another person touch him there?
“I’ll go slow, and I’ll be gentle. And you can tell me to stop. Remember that.”
“I will.”
“Okay.” Kyle grinned. “Then let’s have fun, gorgeous.”
He licked up Eric’s shaft, slow and hard, and Eric’s hips flew off the bed.
Holy fuck. It wasn’t like Eric had never been blown before, but it had been a damn long time.
And Kyle really knew what he was doing. He suckled the head until Eric thought he might die, and then swallowed him down like pro.
“Wow,” he gasped. “That’s...wow.” He was pretty sure the head of his cock was in Kyle’s throat, which was an overwhelming and excellent sensation.
Kyle pulled off. “Just getting started, champ. Relax and let me give you your reward for that win in Toronto.”