Page 67 of Common Goal
“That’s perfect,” Kyle said as Eric gently rolled and tugged at his heavy sac. “Love having my balls played with. I could spend hours fondling and sucking your balls, never even touch your cock. You’d love it.”
It sounded like torture, but it also sounded extremely hot. Kyle had to be exaggerating about takinghours, though, right? “I think I’d like that,” Eric said.
“I’d make sure you did.”
The head of Kyle’s cock was still bobbing close to Eric’s lips. Eric’s gaze was locked on the slit, and without meaning to, he licked his lips.
Kyle noticed. “Go ahead, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”
Eric parted his lips and leaned in. He kissed the tip, letting his tongue flick against the smooth, hot skin. When he heard Kyle’s sharp intake of breath, he continued kissing around the head, and then down the underside of his shaft. He opened his mouth wider as he went, using more tongue, and Kyle moaned his approval.
Eric kissed his way back up to the tip, then wrapped his lips around the head and silently prayed to anyone who was listening that he wasn’t about to give Kyle the worst blowjob in history.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut off the very loud part of his brain that insisted he be perfect at anything he attempted. He’d wanted this for so long, and now he was here with this wonderful, patient young man. He wouldn’t ruin it by second-guessing himself. He would just feel his way through it.
He slid his lips down as far as he could, brushing his tongue over the velvety skin of Kyle’s shaft and moaning at the relief of finally knowing what it felt like to take a man into his mouth.
“That’s good, baby,” Kyle said. He gently brushed Eric’s hair with his fingers. “I know I don’t have a beginner’s cock. It’s got a wicked curve to it.”
Eric loved the curve in Kyle’s cock. As silly as it would probably sound to say, he thought that it suited him. Everything else about Kyle had been a delightful surprise; why not his cock?
Kyle’s encouraging words helped Eric relax, and he began to do whatever felt right, licking and sucking the shaft and head, and flicking his tongue over the slit. Then he remembered Kyle’s favorite thing, and brought a hand up to play with Kyle’s balls again. Kyle groaned and jerked his hips, thrusting once into Eric’s mouth before stilling.
“Sorry,” Kyle said hoarsely. “Didn’t mean to.”
Eric really liked the idea of Kyle thrusting into his mouth, but maybe not tonight. First, Eric needed to practice taking him—or someone, anyway—deeper. Tonight he would enjoy the sensation of having his mouth filled with warm, hard flesh, and the weight of Kyle’s full balls in his hands. The first taste of tangy precum touched Eric’s tongue and he lapped at the slit, wanting more.
“So sweet,” Kyle panted. “You’re so fucking eager. I love it. God, you’re a natural.”
There was no way this was a good blowjob, as much as Eric was enjoying it, but he still appreciated the praise. He kept going, his efforts earning him more salty drops of precum, which he lapped up greedily. He wondered if he’d be able to tell when Kyle was close. He wanted to try to swallow Kyle’s release, but wasn’t sure if he’d be able to.
Suddenly, Kyle was stepping back, and Eric nearly fell off the bed trying to chase him. Trying to get his lips back around him.
“That’s enough, gorgeous.” Kyle was half panting and half laughing. Eric must have looked ridiculous, naked and stretching forward for Kyle’s cock like a baby bird. “Don’t want to come yet. Why don’t you get yourself comfortable?”
Eric took that as an invitation to lie back on the bed, so he did. He piled pillows behind his head and stretched out on top of the duvet. He was, he realized, in the exact position he had always arranged Kyle in his fantasies: naked, sprawled on his back with his legs apart, his cock hard and flat against his stomach.
“Jesus, look at you.” Kyle grinned, then moved onto the bed until he was kneeling between Eric’s calves. “Better than I even imagined.”
“You imagined?”
“Fuck yeah. Don’t pretend you haven’t been thinking about me.”
Eric’s heart raced with embarrassment and excitement. “I thought about you. Imagined you when—” He cut himself off, embarrassment winning the battle inside him.
“When you were jerking off?”
Eric nodded.
“That’s hot. What did you imagine?”
Eric closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Kyle and say this at the same time. “You telling me how to...please you.” He swallowed. “Commanding me.”
Kyle sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Eric.”
Eric opened his eyes and found Kyle gripping the base of his own cock with an awestruck expression on his face.
“You’re something else,” Kyle said. “This is going to be even funner than I thought. How about you stroke that beautiful, thick cock of yours for me? Show me what you did when you thought of me.”
