14. KYLE
14
KYLE
We barely make it through the door before I’m kissing him wildly, tearing off his jacket and sending it flying across the room. I push him into the door, just like I did in the copy room, getting that little moan out of him, that little whimper that tells me things are moving in the right direction. I’ve spent so long not doing anything, just spending time with him, getting to know him, and it’s just made the fire in me burn all the brighter. I want him, I need him, more than anything else I’ve ever known in my life.
The two of us in that steam room feels like a lifetime ago, and the fact that as we kiss I know where this is heading, that soon I’ll have him naked in my bedroom… I can’t help but feel a thrill rush through my body.
I’m rock hard. I have been for pretty much the whole night, and I’m dreading to see the state of my underwear given the amount of precum I’ve been leaking simply from talking to him. To say I’m a wreck would be an understatement.
He undoes my shirt urgently, practically flinging it open and running his hands across my chest, then finds my nipples and starts to pinch them, rolling them between his fingers, sending shockwaves through my entire body. I’m groaning into his kisses, grinding myself against him as our tongues continue this all too familiar dance.
I reach for the buttons of his shirt, but fumble with them a little bit. Maybe I’m more nervous about this than I thought because I’m unable to get my fingers to work properly. It’s enough to get him to laugh a little and help me out, undoing his own buttons and giving me access to his toned chest and soft stomach. My fingers run through his fuzz as I snake my arms around to his back and pull him closer to me, our bodies colliding in what feels like should be an explosion.
He melts in my arms, our kisses slowing a little, becoming drunker, more fluid. We stop and I’m just holding him, cradling him in my arms like he’s everything to me.
“I had a really nice time tonight,” he says between kisses. “I’m glad we did this.”
“The night isn’t over if you don’t want it to be,” I reply. I’m forcing my voice to be a bit more growly now, keeping it low because I know he likes it. I remember how much he liked it in the steam room, and the way he’s smiling up at me now tells me it still has the same effect.
“I’ve not… I’ve not done that for a while,” he replies a little nervously.
“We don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” he says. “We might just have to take it a little bit slowly. If that’s okay?”
“Of course.”
“I’ve… I’ve been tested since I was with my ex,” he says. “And they came back negative”
“I’m negative too,” I say, giving him a quick kiss. “But I have condoms if you want to be safe this time around.”
“If that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay,” I say, kissing him deeply, teasing him with my tongue. “I want you to be comfortable.”
He moans. “I want you so much, Kyle.”
“Good,” he says. “I want you too. Let me show you how much.”
I take his hand and lead him upstairs to the bedroom, his shirt flapping about as we move and flashing his gorgeous body to me like a little tease, a little show before we get down to business.
We step into the bedroom and I kiss him again, slowly this time, and I start kissing down his neck, down his body until I reach the outline of his incredibly hard cock. I nuzzle against it, moving my mouth along the fabric, teasing him through the denim, and he’s moaning and I love that I can make him feel this way.
I undo the buttons and the zip on his jeans, pulling them down so I can see the underwear he’s wearing. They’re a pair of pastel pink briefs, the brand name in bright blue across the waistband, and his dick’s pointing off to one side, hard, the tip wet, leaving a dark patch against the fabric.
“Well aren’t these cute,” I say.
“I wanted to feel nice,” he says, a little indignantly. “Don’t judge me.”
“I love them,” I say. “They’re so cute. So, so cute.”
My mouth returns to his crotch, nibbling at the outline of his cock, breathing in the scent of him. I reach up for the waistband and slowly pull them down, watching the hypnotic sight of his cock bouncing free. His balls hang a little low, and I go straight for them, wanting more of his smell. He groans as my beard brushes against his ball sack, and lets out a moan as I take one of his balls in my mouth and wrap a hand around his cock.
“Oh fuck, Kyle.”
I start to jerk slowly, rubbing his precum over his cock, getting him nice and wet as I tongue his balls. I move from one to the other, then just nuzzle into his crotch and kiss him, making him buck and moan.
“You need to stop that,” he says, putting a hand on the back of my head. I pull away fast, worried I’ve done something wrong, but I look up and he’s smiling—positively beaming. “That was unreal, but I don’t want it to be how I end the night. Christ, your mouth is magic.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh, you thought that was good? That was just the preshow,” I say.
“Really?”
“Get on the bed,” I reply. “I’ll show you what I can do with my tongue.”
He’s eager, stepping out of his jeans and underwear and throwing his shirt to my bedroom floor as he hurries and gets on the bed. He doesn’t bend over straight away, he just kneels there looking over at me, his entire body on show for me, and it feels like a special treat that I get to see him this way, that this is just for me.
I take off my shirt and slip out of my trousers, my cock absolutely straining against my black boxer briefs. His eyes bulge at it.
“Charmer,” I say. He laughs. “Bend over.”
He considers it for a moment, like he’d rather be getting down on his knees and worshipping my cock right now, but there’s plenty of time for all that. He bends over, presenting me with his hairy butt and his arsehole. My stomach flips at the sight of it, my heart running so fast I’m concerned for my own health.
“Perfect,” I growl.
I head over to the bed and place my hands on his arse, rolling his big cheeks around. He definitely doesn’t skip leg day. I slap. He yelps. I grip it a little harder, digging my fingers in, kneading the cheeks a little. Then I spread them and kiss my way down his arse crack, listening to his breath hitching, to the moans starting to come through as I make my way to his hole.
I flick out my tongue, tasting him, hearing his little whimper as I make contact. I spread his cheeks and bury my face a little deeper, my beard rubbing so roughly against such a tender area of his body that he’s squirming as I delve my tongue into him, devouring every little piece of him.
“Oh Kyle,” he groans, his face already buried in a pillow it seems from how muffled his voice sounds. I reach between his legs, keeping my face buried in what can only be described as my own personal heaven, and start to jerk his cock, sliding my hand up and down. He’s rock solid, already so close to the edge it’s a wonder I’ve not already tipped him over with the slightest touch.
“Oh Kyle, please.”
I stop. I raise my head and look up at him, face down on the bed. He looks back at me, eyes wide and pleading.
“Please what?” I ask.
“Please fuck me, sir.”
I growl in the back of my throat. The sweetest words I’ve ever heard.
“Good lad,” I reply. “Good lad.”
I walk around to the bedside table, making sure he gets a good look at me as I slide my boxer briefs down, freeing my cock from its prison. His mouth drops open and he shuffles over to give my cock a kiss. I shudder at the feeling of his mouth on me, even just that little bit, and I can’t help but want to shove my cock into his mouth and fuck a load down his throat, but that’s not what he asked for. And he was kind enough to ask, so who am I to deny him?
He takes hold of my cock and I take hold of his wrist. He glances up, almost looking hurt.
“No,” I say. “Not now. Get back to where you were.”
“Yes, sir,” he replies, unable to keep the grin off his face.
Such a good little sub.
I pull out a condom, making sure he’s watching as I open it and slide it onto my cock. I pull out some lube too, squirting some onto my cock and then onto my fingers, taking the bottle with me so I can open him up a little first.
“You sure?” I say.
“Yes, sir.”
“You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good lad.”
“Mmm, thank you, sir.” He goes back to his previous position—head on the bed, arse in the air—and I take my time running circles around his hole with my index finger, getting him nice and wet, listening to him whimper beneath my touch before I slowly slip a finger in.
I know I’ve got big hands. Nothing on my cock of course, but I don’t want to give the lad too much too soon. I slide my finger in and out, watching him writhe and squirm, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on my finger. He might not have done this for a while, but apparently it’s like riding a bike.
I lube up a second finger, slipping it inside, and he gets a little louder, still muffled by the pillow. The noises he’s making have me jerking my own cock, watching my finger disappear inside him, listening to his song fill the room, and it’s taking every bit of willpower not to just spill now.
I can’t take it anymore.
I pull my fingers out and lube up my cock, positioning it at his hole and feeling the heat of him, the readiness of him. He’s so wet, he’s so ready for me. I just want to fuck him senseless but I know I need to take it slow. I need to give the lad a chance.
I push, pressing my head against his entrance, feeling the resistance of it. He’s tight, or at least he’s tight for me. I push a little harder, feeling him give way a little, the head of my cock slipping inside him. He gasps, his head coming up, the shock of it apparently a little too much.
“You okay?” I ask. “If it’s too much?—”
“Just wait there,” he says. “Please, just wait there. Oh my god.” He takes some deep breaths and gets up onto his hands, his back arched, and I’m getting the perfect view of him right now—the roundness of his arse, the curve of his spine, his broad shoulders tensed.
He relaxes a bit and I push in a little further, sliding all the way down until my pelvis rests against his ass. He’s whimpering, tiny little sounds of approval as I fill him up, and he feels so good—the warmth of him wrapped around my cock. I can feel the pulse of his heartbeat through my cock. I grip onto his hips, feeling more than a little bit lightheaded now I’m inside him. I can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe after so much time we are finally doing this.
“You okay, lad?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” he replies. “Just a bit of a stretch.”
“You want me to keep going?”
He nods. “Please, sir.”
I pull back a little, then slide back in slowly, accompanied by a long moan from Larry. I do it again, feeling the resistance against me, feeling the squeeze of his hole around my cock, stars seeming to burst in front of my eyes as I bury myself to the hilt. And even at this pace, I’m dangerously close to the edge.
I pick up a little bit of speed, holding on to his hips as I push myself in and out of him, my thighs slapping against his arse, and his moans turn into cries as he lifts himself up, looking back over his shoulder, mouth open, forehead sticky with sweat. My god, he looks so good getting fucked, looks so good when I’m giving him pleasure.
“You like that?”
“It feels so good, Kyle. Fuck.”
“Such a good lad,” I growl, and I start to fuck him hard. He yelps and I slap his arse like I did before, feeling the way he tenses around me as I make contact. I do it again, and he begs for it. He begs me to spank him, asks me to do it again and again, so I do, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” I say, my voice a rumble of thunder in the room. I can’t keep it to myself, the things this boy is doing to me. I’m sweating, my heart is pounding, and I can feel my balls getting tight as I drive my cock in and out of his hole over and over again.
He reaches down and starts tugging on his own cock, and that about does it. I thrust into him again, feeling my balls tighten, letting out a groan that turns into more of a yell as I fill the condom with cum. He must be coming too. I can feel him tightening around me, holding me inside him as he finishes all over the bed.
He collapses onto the mattress and I lower myself on top of him, staying inside for a little while longer, feeling the warmth of him wrapped around me. I kiss between his shoulder blades and he shivers. I laugh. It’s adorable. I adore him. This person who just wandered into my life out of nowhere.
“You okay?” I ask again.
“Perfect,” he replies. “Absolutely perfect.”
And I couldn’t have put it better myself.