Page 77 of Common Goal
“You could at least take off your shirt,” Eric complained.
“I suppose you’ve earned that.” Kyle pulled his T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Eric’s hands were on him immediately, gliding over his flanks and then across his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” Eric said, then pulled him down for a kiss. Eric’s kisses had quickly become Kyle’s favorite thing. There was a sweetness to them that Kyle wouldn’t have expected before they’d started doing all this.
When Kyle had watched him from afar, the few times he’d come into the bar with Scott over the past couple of years, he’d enjoyed brief fantasies of Eric taking him hard against the wall in the back room. Maybe after Kyle had gotten him so turned on that Eric couldn’t resist him anymore. And he’d imagined Eric on his knees for him, his strong hands digging into Kyle’s ass cheeks as Kyle fucked his mouth. The fantasies had been hot, but the reality was exhilarating beyond anything that Kyle could have imagined. Eric kissed him like he was important, like Kyle was something precious, and Kyle couldn’t get enough of it.
It was a dangerous way to be thinking.
He forced himself to break the kiss, then rolled off Eric and walked to the end of the bed. He needed a moment of distance to clear his head, to remind himself what he was doing here. He wasn’t important or precious to Eric. Kyle was just a helpful friend who knew his way around a cock.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a new masturbation sleeve that he’d only used a couple of times but had completely blown his mind both times. “You ever use one of these?”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Kyle sighed dramatically, as if he didn’t love being the one to introduce Eric to new levels of pleasure. “Oh, Eric.” He poured some lube inside the toy and lined it up with Eric’s cock. Without further ceremony, he carefully pushed the sleeve down until it covered Eric’s shaft completely.
“Holy—what the hell is that?”
“It’s a sex toy,” Kyle said, deliberately bratty.
Eric narrowed his eyes at him. “I’ve heard of sex toys. I’m notthatignorant.”
Kyle laughed. “It’s a sleeve that has fun bumps and ridges inside. Feels great, doesn’t it?”
Eric let out a long groan as Kyle gave him a few slow strokes. “That’s incredible.”
“I know. I used it last week on myself, and I came like a fucking volcano.”
Eric groaned again, possibly at the vision of Kyle using the toy on himself, and possibly because he was envious of Kyle’s orgasm. Maybe both.
Kyle gave him another long, slow stroke watching as the toy swallowed Eric’s dark, swollen cock. “Let’s see how long you can last with this guy.”
It turned out to not be long at all. About two minutes until Eric’s toes started curling.
“Something you wanna tell me?” Kyle asked mildly.
Eric pressed his lips tight together.
“Because it looks like you’re about to shoot your load.”
Eric was breathing hard, and Kyle let him believe he’d won for a second, then pulled the toy away. Eric whimpered as his cock jerked angrily against his stomach, red and shiny with lube.
“Were you not going to tell me that time?” Kyle teased. “Because maybe you don’t even need to. Maybe I can just. Tell.” To prove it, he counted to ten in his head, then started stroking Eric with his hand. In under a minute Eric’s abs were clenching and his balls were lifting, and Kyle let him go.
“Ah. God. Fuck you,” Eric gasped. “I was so close that time.”
“Your balls are so fucking tight,” Kyle chuckled, tracing a finger over them. “I can’t wait to see this load.” He idly thumbed the sensitive spot just under the head of Eric’s cock and watched a bead of precum escape from the slit. Kyle was sure his own cock was leaking right now. It was getting difficult to remain in control, the way Eric was unraveling for him.
Eric’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to compose himself. “Can...can you take off your jeans?”
Kyle smiled. “I like that you’re turning this into a game of strip poker.” He stood and made sure Eric was watching as he thumbed open the button on his fly. His erection was obvious, straining against the denim, so he massaged the bulge with his hand as he watched Eric’s face. He looked wrecked: eyes glazed, skin flushed, and sweat dampening the curls at his temples. Kyle would bet he would do almost anything he asked right now.
“I want you to do this one,” Kyle suddenly decided. “Stroke yourself. Get close, but don’t come.”
Eric made an irritated rumble, but he did as he was told. He wrapped his hand around his dick and started slow, careful strokes while the rest of his body trembled with the effort of not coming.
“That’s right. Slowly,” Kyle said. “Like last time. Remember last time?”
