Page 140 of Catching Kyle
After I kiss his foot several times, he retracts it. Then he slips his suspenders off his shoulder, and I know I’m in for the time of my life. His pants slip off, revealing tight gray Lycra underwear. He slips them off, and his massive cock whips up after he manages to get the waistband past it. The hair of his bush glistens with sweat, and I want nothing more than to shove my face in it.
And as he gets closer, it looks like that’s just what I’m getting.
I open my mouth wider, already salivating, but then Kyle grabs my hair and forces me to look up at him.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
I open it like a bird receiving its daily sustenance. And then he spits on my tongue.
“Keep it open,” he says when I almost close my mouth to swallow his spit. I need as much of him inside me as I can get.
I expect him to shove his cock in my mouth. I’m ready to show him how much I love him.
But what I get is somehow even better.
He takes his underwear—the Lycra ones he’s been wearing all day, the same ones he chopped wood with—bunches them up, and presses them against my nose.
The scent is more intoxicating than I can imagine, and I swear I could cum from this alone. The scent of his dick, his crotch, his gooch, his ass—all so distinct yet perfectly in harmony with one another, a bouquet of scents made especially for me.
“One last big sniff,” he commands.
And I obey. I breathe in so hard I see stars. Out of the corner of my eye, I see how rock-hard Kyle is, and I exhale in ecstasy. I love that we both love this, that it’s not just my fantasy alone.
“Keep it open,” Kyle reminds me. I open my mouth, and he shoves the underwear inside. All of it. Until I can almost feel it against the back of my throat. Anyone else would gag. But not me, especially when it’s Kyle inside me.
He leans down and kisses me on the nose, then looks me in the eyes. “I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
I nod eagerly, warm chills running down my spine and back up again. He takes his place behind me, and I take a deep breath through my nose, preparing myself. As he lubes up his dick and my hole, I watch him through the mirror, taking in every inch of his perfect, manly body. Then, he starts to slide it in.
I lower my head and take a deep breath of the sock he left behind, his scent helping me open my hole even further. And once he’s inside, I offer thanks to the universe that this is my life now. Because I didn’t know such trust or such joy or such peace could actually be found. And that now I somehow have it. And that it’s here to stay.
Kyle’s face goes aggressively stoic as he pounds my ass, pulling the rope tight against my body. He stares down at my body as if he’s been on a treasure hunt his whole life, and he found my body made of gold. He grunts desperately, thrusting hungrily inside me. His tongue sticks out, and he lets out a little whimper with each thrust, as if now I’m in total control, my asshole bringing the top linebacker of the country to his proverbial knees.
And then he floods me. I breathe the scent from his sock in happily as his entire body jolts with his orgasm. He caresses my back as he breathes heavily, sweat dripping down his face. I gently buck back onto him, squeezing my hole around his dick, sucking every last drop out of my man. With one last breath, he pulls out of me.
With any other guy, I’d be disappointed that it’s over. The mood would change now that he’s gotten off, and the intimacy we had during sex would evaporate into the air.
But not with Kyle. He is the king of aftercare.
He begins gently untying the rope, caressing and kissing each indent that it leaves in my skin.
“Shoot, sorry, I forgot,” he says. He reaches to take the underwear out of my mouth, but I shake my head, and he lets me keep it in. I like having it here, like a pacifier made of his own sweat. And I want it here until I’m completely unbound.
He takes off the rest of the rope and throws it to the side of the bed, and I melt into the soft mattress, finally releasing Kyle’s underwear from my mouth and tossing it off the bed. He plops himself next to me and wraps his arms around me. I nuzzle into him and kiss him in between his pecs.
“Ma’s having Jimmy and Silas over for dinner tonight,” he says.
“Awesome,” I say, muffled by his chest hair. When Kyle and I got to Glamour Springs, we just went straight to this cabin that Linda rented for us. “I can’t wait to see them.”
He kisses me on the head. “Still gotta get you off.”
I moan. “Honestly, I could go the rest of my life doing only what we just did.”
He laughs. “I never knew anyone could be so creative in bed,” he says. “This is better than I could have imagined.”
We lay in silence for a while, him stroking the back of my head.
“Come on,” he says, letting me go. “You deserve to get off too.”
