Page 94 of Common Goal
“I can’t—Eric, fuck. I’m gonna—”
Eric stayed on him, and hoped he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.
The first burst of Kyle’s release flooded his mouth, but Eric managed to swallow, even as Kyle kept spurting. Beyond the momentary panic of feeling like he couldn’t breathe, Eric loved how powerful he felt.
When Kyle’s orgasm subsided, he slumped against the wall as Eric released him from his mouth. “Wow,” Kyle said breathlessly. “I am a very good teacher.”
Eric chuckled, and stood up. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His mouth was still full of Kyle’s lingering taste. “You are.”
“Well,” Kyle drawled, “how will I ever repay you?”
Eric planted a hand on the wall beside Kyle’s head and leaned in. “Teach me how to fuck you.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. Really?”
“Really.”
Kyle kissed him, and for a moment Eric thought he’d maybe forgotten that he’d very recently shot his load in Eric’s mouth, but Kyle moaned happily when their tongues brushed each other. Eric was still painfully hard, but he lost himself in the kiss, pressing Kyle into the wall and grinding his cock against Kyle’s hip. The bedroom suddenly seemed too far away.
When they broke apart, both men were panting. Eric moved in for another kiss, hating having the barest distance between their mouths, but Kyle licked his lips and said, “Upstairs, sexy. I promise it will be worth the trip.”
Eric covered Kyle’s naked body with his own as they made out like teenagers on the bed. Kyle could feel Eric’s erection pressing against his hip, but despite his earlier urgency, Eric didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do anything about it. He kept kissing Kyle’s neck, and shoulders, and jaw before returning to his mouth for long, luxurious minutes that left Kyle breathless.
Between the late hour and the recent orgasm, Kyle’s brain was a little foggy, but he was vaguely aware that they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that it was weird that Eric had suddenly changed his mind about not having sex. And that maybe this whole thing was a very bad idea.
But he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. Not when Eric was kissing him like Kyle was something precious. Not when Eric was so eager to try something new with him.
Teach me how to fuck you. Jesus. Kyle would never forget the way Eric’s voice had rumbled like thunder when he’d said that.
“Get the lube,” Kyle said. “Gonna get myself ready to take that thick cock of yours.”
Eric kissed him one more time before rolling off him and opening the nightstand drawer. Kyle took the lube from him and got on his knees on the mattress. He reached behind himself and got to work massaging and then stretching and opening his hole. As rarely as he bottomed these days, Kyle loved playing with his hole. He had an array of dildos and plugs in his bedroom and he was very well acquainted with all of them. He wished he had one now. He could show Eric how well he could take one.
Eric seemed to be enjoying the show as it was. He watched Kyle with naked desire on his face, and possibly a bit of curiosity.
“Turn around,” he said roughly. “Let me see.”
Fuck. It was hot as hell when Eric was so overcome with lust that he forgot to be reserved and shy about sex. Kyle turned and planted one hand on the mattress, the other pressing a finger into his hole. The penetration was frustratingly shallow, but he knew he’d be rewarded soon with something much bigger.
“Can I help?” Eric asked. He palmed Kyle’s ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart, which made Kyle groan his approval.
“Knock yourself out,” he drawled. He heard the click of the lube bottle, and then felt one of Eric’s fingers tracing around his entrance. Kyle removed his own finger, and Eric didn’t hesitate to replace it. Kyle bucked happily as Eric’s finger pushed in deeper than he’d been able to reach himself.
“Just like that,” Kyle moaned. “Press down on—” He gasped as a jolt of familiar pleasure raced through him. “Right there. Fuck.”
“Is that your prostate?” Eric sounded amazed that he’d been able to locate it.
“Fuck yeah it is. Keep stroking it.”
Kyle’s cock was fully hard again, and he gave it a few strokes while Eric probed him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Eric concentrating on his task with a furrowed brow. Kyle bit his lip to keep from laughing. Eric could be kind of adorable.
“Can you get two fingers in there?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah,” Eric said breathlessly. A second finger entered Kyle, and he moaned happily at the stretch.
“You think you’ll be able to get that thick cock inside me?” Kyle panted. Between the way Eric was working his prostate, and the anticipation of being filled with Eric’s cock, it was a struggle to keep things purely instructional.
“I think you can take it.”
