Page 61 of Catching Kyle
I swear I see stars as he’s going. I’ve never felt anything like this, not from any woman or guy from Miss U. And it’s not because women can’t do something like this. I think it’s because he’s Michael, and I’m Kyle, and this is what we’re meant to be doing. Or something. I don’t know. I’m not thinking straight because all the blood from my brain has gone straight to my dick. I glance down at him, and his towel’s fallen off. His gorgeous ass sticks into the air, begging for me.
“My god,” I say, marveling at his ass, the first time I’ve seen it in the flesh. “You have me so close.”
He releases his grip on me and gently laps at it with his tongue. “We can’t have that, can we?”
He crawls up me. To kiss, I presume. Part of me hesitates. He was just sucking my dick. But by the time he reaches me, pressing his lips to mine is all I want. We sloppily kiss each other, almost like I’m trying to taste myself on his tongue. God, I must be a pervert or something. Because this is so fucking hot.
“The lube?” He asks.
I nod and reach over to the dresser. I grab it with one hand, but he’s lifted my other arm into the air, revealing my sweaty, hairy pit to the room.
And then he presses his face into it.
I grab his mullet and pull him away. “I haven’t showered since this morning,” I say. “I stink.”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s the point, Kyle.” He removes my hand from his hair. “I want to smellyou. Not your deodorant or your cologne. You.”
He presses his nose into my pit and takes the biggest whiff. And then he exhales, moaning in ecstasy.
My dick, somehow, gets harder. This is supposed to be weird. But Goddamn. I fucking love it.
Michael rubs his face into my pits, sniffing and licking like he’s been in a desert all day and I’m his water. Watching him, I use one hand to get some lube onto my hands and apply it to my dick. Michael notices what I’m doing, then reaches over to squeeze lube onto my hand. Then he pulls my hand past my dick right to his ass.
The ass I’ve been wanting for years.
“This is what you want?” I ask, rubbing some of the lube on the surface of his hole.
He bucks and nods vigorously, still rubbing his face into my pit.
Mimicking what I’ve seen in porn before and my memories of Jeremy, I stick a finger inside. He stops his licking and moans audibly.
But I can’t help but frown. “I didn’t say you to stop,” I say.
“Sorry,” he says, getting back to my armpit, more vigorous than ever. It’s like I’m his air and he can’t breathe enough of me in.
I grab him by his mullet and pull him away from my armpit. “What did I say about apologies?”
He’s about to say sorry again, but he stops himself, staring at me imploringly.
I stare at his beautiful face, his beard disheveled from rubbing himself against me for so long. “I know you said you were in charge,” I say. “But I think the tables have turned to me this time.”
I press into his asshole deeper, and he tries to buck, but I hold his hair to keep him in place.
“Yes, sir,” he says, and that sends an electrical current down my spine.
“Keep calling me sir,” I say gruffly.
He nods as much as he can with me holding him. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” I say, parroting what I’ve heard in his videos before. I don’t know what else to call him, but it feels right. And clearly, Michael loves it too. Because his back is arched higher than before, and he’s pushing himself back into my finger.
“Get back to it,” I command. And he goes back to sniffing and licking my armpit, moaning in delight.
Once I think he’s got enough lube on him, I apply some more to my dick. And that’s when I think I’m ready.
“I want you to sit on it,” I say.
With gusto, he removes himself from my pit and straddles me. Then without my help, he guides my dick to his hole.
