Page 104 of Catching Kyle
Did I somehow tell her that we’re boyfriends? Did it slip out of my mouth when I least expected? Or can she read minds now? Knowing her, the latter makes the most sense.
As Michael and I drive our stuff down the cabin, my chest tingles with something warm. Not anxiety or fear. Not even excitement either. Nothing crazy. I think I may just be happy. We park without a word, but Michael’s radiating this aura that tells me he’s just as happy as I am.
Inside, the cabin is bigger than I expected. To our right is a kitchen with cast iron pots and a huge sink and fridge. There’s a massive couch and two high-back chairs on either side facing a fireplace. There’s a massive glass wall, and beyond that there’s a porch that extends into the lake. Next to us, there’s a staircase that leads upstairs. To a bed. Singular. Where Michael and I will be sleeping. In the town where I spent half my childhood.
“The fireplace is going?” Michael says, approaching it. He sits down next to it, mesmerized. Outside the sun is setting, and none of the lights are on. Pretty soon this fireplace will be the main source of light.
“My ma probably got it going before we got here,” I say. She set this whole thing up. She knows. She’s known this whole time. Part of me feels ashamedthat I haven’t told her yet. About Michael. About me. But a much larger part of me finally feels safe. My ma accepts me for who I am.
I set our stuff down and approach Michael. I sit down next to him, our legs flush. I wrap my arms around his and rest my head on his shoulder. We rock back and forth, the waves of the lake gently lapping against the porch.
“This is amazing,” Michael says, stroking a vein in my arm. “Your mom is amazing.”
“I know,” I say. “She’s the greatest woman alive.”
Michael turns to me and lifts my head. He kisses my lips, and I hold him there, wanting to taste him and only him.
“I’m pretty sleepy,” he says. “What do you say we get in bed?”
I can’t fight the grin forming on my face. Michael just gets me so damn giddy. “Hope you’re wanting to do more than just sleep.”
I feel his smile form as I kiss him. “Oh, I have plenty more I want to do,” he says.
We fall into each other, our tongues and lips dancing. And that’s when I realize I don’t have the patience to climb all the way up to some random bed.
I grab him by the ass and hoist him up. He doesn’t break from my lips and instead wraps his legs around me. I carry my man over to the couch and gently set him down. Then I get over him, ready to show him how much I love him.
Suddenly, he grabs me by the shoulders, and with a strength Ishouldbe able to resist but for some reason can’t, he pushes me onto my back and pins me down. He straddles my crotch, my dick rock hard, and pins my arms to my side.
“I want to take control tonight,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
I smirk. “I think I might let you.”
“Oh, you’re gonna let me,” he says, twerking slowly on my lap. “And I’m gonna use your body how I want to get me off.”
He stares down at me hungrily, making my breath go short.
“Have at it, babe,” I say.
He nearly rips off my shirt, and I have to help him get my pants off before he curses at the buttons on my jeans. And by the time he’s lubed up and riding me, I’m grateful he has the reins. Because goddamn does he know how to use them.
He rides me, up and down, but he looks like a wave, his muscled and beefy torso flexing in all the hottest ways. He moans every time my dick is all the way inside him, and my body locks up with pleasure. He’s got his eyes shut, facing the ceiling. I have to say that I’ve probably seen all his videos by now. And I have never, ever seen him in this much ecstasy.
He adjusts himself to where my dick goes all the way inside him, sending a jolt up my spine. “That,” I say. “Just like that.”
He puts his arms behind his head, still facing the ceiling, his eyes shut in ecstasy. His pelvis thrusts back onto my dick, and he grunts with each movement. His movements get so passionate and my pleasure so exquisite that I’m convinced that without him, I’d starve. Without him, I’d suffocate. That I need him to live.
His gorgeous body hair reflects the light of the fire, and as I watch sweat drip down the curves of his muscles, I know that, without a doubt, I’m a gay fucking man who likes fucking men. And there’s nothing anyone can do to change that.
“You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” I say.
“Good,” he says, not stopping his thrusts. Goddamn, I don’t even know how his body moves like this, rolling down on my dick like it’s his business. Fucking snake charming, sirenic son of a—
“Fuck!” I shout.
I grab dig my fingers into his thighs and hold him down as I shoot my load up into him. My tongue hangs out of my mouth as I pant, pleasure rolling up and down my body like a wave.
Michael removes my hands from his thighs and goes back to rocking. “Good boy,” he says. “Now it’s my turn.”
