Page 87 of Catching Kyle
“When I’m having a hard time articulating myself,” I say. “Opening up. I’ll say…” My mind goes blank.
Michael shrugs. “What about ‘it’s too hard right now’?”
I shift my legs and look down, realizing the double-meaning. My dick is about to burst out my pants. “It’s perfect,” I say.
Michael chuckles, but he’s still focused on the conversation. “And remember,” he says, lifting my chin. “You’re worth it.” He kisses me on the nose. “Even if all else goes wrong, that will remain true.”
I fall forward and kiss him on the lips, holding it there. God, he is so sweet. So divine. So perfect.
I pull away. Words are bubbling up inside me, but I don’t know how to say them. So I say the words that are clear in my head.
“I really wanna make love right now,” I say. “So bad.”
Michael grins and reaches down to my crotch. He feels me, and his eyes widen. “Oh my,” he says. “We have to take care of that.”
We fall into each other, our lips dancing, our tongues lapping against each other.
Michael takes off my shirt. He kisses my sternum, then traces his tongue up my chest, my neck, my beard, to my lips. I’m leaking so much precum that it’s probably staining my pants.
He teases me with his tongue, and I growl. He likes to play with me, to see just how far he can get me until I lose control. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m calling the shots.
I push him down on my couch, and he looks up at me with a smirk.
“Take everything off,” I command.
“Yes, sir,” he says.
By the time I stand up and manage to shimmy my pants off, he’s in just socks and a jock strap.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
“Hands and knees,” I say.
He gracefully flips over and presents himself to me, and my cock is already twitching for him.
I come up behind him and trace my big hands down his muscular back, feeling every curve, patch of hair, and bulge of his body. Worshipping him like the divine man he is.
When my hands reach his ass, I stop and marvel. I have big hands, but even I can’t wrap them around the orbs he has as ass cheeks. I spread his cheeks wide and feel myself salivate as I stare down at his pink hole, adorned by dark blonde hair shining golden in the candlelight. Like Midas himself had the opportunity to touch his gem.
Hungrily, I lower myself until my face is inches away from it. I’ve only eaten his ass once, and then I was too nervous, so I stopped before long. But after this conversation, Michael’s gonna need a crowbar to pry me out of here.
I take a deep breath, then moan as I press my entire face into his ass. “Fuck,” I say. “Michael, you are so perfect.”
“It’s all yours,” he moans.
I kiss his ass cheek, long. “Say it again.”
“It’s all yours, sir,” he says.
I take in another breath, relishing his scent. “Good boy,” I say, intoxicated.
And then I dive in. My tongue digs into his hole greedily, selfishly tasting what’s mine. Michael’s moaning, trying to talk but uttering nonsense instead. Good. I want him incoherentandunable to walk when I’m done with him.
“I need you in me,” he manages to say.
I lift my head and pull up close behind him, letting my dick rest between inside his plump ass.
“Of course you do,” I say. “Because you’re a filthy whore for this dick.”
