by Rhys Everly
Andy pulled back and stared at me, gaze full of need. His lips quivered, trying to say something, but he couldn’t find the words.
“This is so wrong,” he said, and I took a deep breath, waiting for the realization to affect the rest of his body. “But I can’t resist you, damn it,” he said instead and kissed me again.
Okay. This is really happening. And yes, it is really, super, super, wrong.
But if I was going to make a mistake, I might as well make the biggest mistake of my life.
I rubbed my hands against his shoulder blades as his own hands rested on my chest.
My head was still pressed against the wall, and even though it was a little bit sore, I didn’t have the power or strength to push myself away.
I trailed my hands down to the small of his back, slowly, until they settled over his ass. Andy groaned in my mouth. His stubble scratched my upper lip, but it didn’t bother me.
“I want you. So fucking bad,” he gnarled, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose.
“I want you too,” I said, still not believing I was making out with my best friend’s dad. “Come with me.”
I took his hand, his big, strong hand, and laced my fingers through his. Then I dragged him upstairs and inside my room.
We were screwed now anyway, so we might as well screw, too.
Thirteen
Andy
I didn’t know what divine entity had led me to New Harlow and to Kyle’s house, but now that I was here, holding him, kissing him, I was grateful to it.
I didn’t come to him with the intention of kissing him, but being so close to him after what happened in the storeroom, there was no way for me to control myself.
I wanted to drink him in one more time. To feel those lips on mine. His body. His smile. His everything.
Walking up the stairs to get into his room, my stomach did funny things, as did my chest.
Was I really going to do this? Two seconds ago, I didn’t even think my feelings for Kyle were real, and now, not only was I okay with kissing him, but I was about to what?
Have sex with him? Make love to him? Explore his body?
And what if he wanted to take me? I’d never even put a finger up there let alone a…
I swallowed.
No. No matter what, we’d take it slow. And sweet. Like Kyle.
Was I really ready for this?
Kyle opened his bedroom door and stepped in, still holding my hand and looking down at my chest, shyly.
The walls were bright yellow and there was a table on the other side of the room with crystals, gemstones, and candles. His bed was covered in a floral comforter with white pillowcases, and it all looked vibrant. Joyful. Happy.
Just like Kyle.
“Is-is everything okay?” he asked.
He looked up at me, and I gazed into his green eyes.
“You-you’ve changed your mind, haven’t you?” he said and let my hand go. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Instead of answering him, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, making Kyle stop and grin.
“We can just talk if it makes you feel more comfortable?” Kyle sat on the bed and patted the space next to him.
Talking? No. If we talked, I’d talk myself out of this. And whatever this was, I wanted to get it out of my system.
Maybe wanting Kyle was my body’s way of telling me I needed to get over myself and move on. Maybe if we just got this out of our system, I’d be able to function like a freaking human instead of a bumbling mess.
No. No time for second-guessing. Whatever this is, I’ll see it through. I just hope it doesn’t destroy me in the process.
I sat on Kyle’s legs, straddling him, and traced my fingers around his face, familiarizing myself with every freckle, every mount, every texture.
Kyle did the same. We inspected each other’s faces, and with every touch, the heat in the room increased. My breath rushed. My heart beat faster.
I’d never done anything like this before. Never got so close to someone as I was with Kyle. The last time I had was with my wife. Who would have told me that five years later, I’d be in a young man’s bedroom about to do something I never thought I would?
Kyle laid down on the bed and fisted the fabric of my shirt to drag me down with him. His hard-on rubbed on the inside of my thigh. That…was different. I’d never felt another man’s boner before.
But then again, that didn’t say much. The only person I’d ever slept with was my wife. My high school sweetheart. The woman I married straight outta school.
I always imagined if I ever moved on, or tried to, it would feel alien, strange, weird. Yet as peculiar as it was feeling another man’s dick on me, Kyle didn’t feel alien, strange, or weird.
“God, you’re so damn beautiful,” I said and sank down to his lips.
His hands found their way to the mounds of my ass cheeks and he pressed me down against his erection. Being so close to him, our bodies tied together, made my insides melt with pleasure.
“You too,” Kyle said.
“Funny,” I whispered. “I always thought of myself as hot and sexy,” I said although it was a lie.
I hadn’t thought of myself as hot and sexy for years. If anything, I thought of myself as an old, ugly failure.
“You’re that too,” Kyle said and grinned.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked him. I needed to be sure. “If we do this, there’s no way back.”
“I’m sure if you are,” he said.
“Be gentle with me.“ It was all I could think. Having a dick on my thigh was different from sucking or taking dick, I was sure, and all of a sudden my heart pounded faster and my throat seized up.
“Of course,” he said and pulled me down to him for a kiss.
I slipped my tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss as my cock stretched, filling my pants. Kyle let out a moan so hot it vibrated through me, making my dick tense and he pressed me tighter to his body.
“Mr. K., you’re packing quite the…meat,” Kyle said in my mouth, and I couldn’t resist laughing.
“Please don’t call me Mr. K.,” I said. “It makes me feel…”
“Sexy?” Kyle smirked.
“Old,” I said.
Kyle licked his lower lip and then bit it.
“I don’t see any old man in here,” he hummed. “I see a big…mature…Sexy. As. Freaking. Hell. Man.”
I crashed down on him, making our teeth bash together, but I didn’t care. I needed him now more than ever. To feel him, all of him, and make him mine.
My fingers found the hem of his t-shirt, and without much warning, I pulled it off him to reveal his naked torso and then went to work trying to take my shirt off.
It got stuck on my shoulder blades. As I struggled to remove it, Kyle put his hands on my chest and stopped me, then proceeded to pull my shirt down.
“There’s only one way to take a shirt off,” he said.
He grabbed a side of my shirt with each hand and pulled it apart with one strong move.
The rip of the buttons made my cock pulse. Kyle squeezed my chest and trailed his finger down my abs.
“Oh. My. God. I knew you were hot, I mean I saw your hot bod when that pipe burst, but seeing and touching is a completely different thing,” he said.
“Stop it,” I whispered in his ear.
“It’s true. You’re like…like a Greek God,” he said, and his hand grabbed the waistband of my slacks and pulled. “And I’m about to suck a Greek God’s dick. Lord and Lady of the skies have mercy on me.”
He looked at the ceiling and then back to me, and he must have seen something in my face because he grimaced.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I can be a bit…much, I’ve been told,” he mumbled.
I put my finger under his chin and lifted it so I could look at him again, and I kissed him.
“That’s one of the reasons I like you,” I said.
Kyle smirked.
“You better brace you
rself, Mr. K.,” he said. “Because I’m about to blow your mind.”
Before I had the chance to react, he pushed me off him and laid me on the mattress, on my back, and climbed on top of me.
He peppered me with kisses to the mouth, my chin, my Adam’s apple, and all the way down to my belly button. The trail of his lips on my skin didn’t last long, but they certainly left their lasting mark on me because I could still feel each and every one of them.
With slow, calculated movements, he unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down, then I helped him by taking them off completely.
“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but Thank. You. Gods,” he said, not taking his eyes off the mound my underpants formed.
He pinned his gaze on me as he came down to the bulge and put his mouth around it, breathing on me. I could feel the heat of his breath through the fabric and charging my cock with a million tingles.
“Caastheee,” he moaned without removing his lips from my covered dick.
“What?” I laughed.
Kyle unhooked his jaws from me long enough to lick his lips and tell me I was tasty before putting pressure back on it.
His saliva dribbled from his mouth making the fabric of my underpants wet, his tongue running circles around my tip.
With his teeth, he lifted the waistband long enough for my cock to stretch out at full mast over my crotch and licked me.
If feeling his hot breath over fabric was good, then feeling his tongue along my length was perfection.
He removed my underpants. Before he could resume his attention on my…southern area, I pulled him by the nape of his neck for a kiss.
But Kyle wasn’t done with me. He pulled away from our kiss and tried to take my cock in his mouth without using his hands, but all he did was manage to slap my cock on my stomach.
He licked my balls and sucked them in his mouth. That took me by surprise. I arched my back and hissed in both pleasure and pain until he let my balls go.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“Too much?” he asked, and I nodded. “Don’t worry, Mr. K. I’ll make up for it.”
He took me in his mouth without warning, and I almost lost it right there.
How long since I’d been blown?
Too fucking long, if you ask me. And God, did the young man going down on me know how to do it.
Not only did he work up a rhythm, but he used his fist to twist around the base of my cock. Double the work, double the pleasure.
I could feel my insides about to blow, so I put my hand on his head to stop him, and he got the memo.
He crawled up my body and shoved his tongue into my mouth so rough that it made me pause.
Not for long, though, because I grabbed him and pressed my own tongue further inside him. We were a hot mess, but still hot nonetheless.
Then, out of nowhere, Kyle put one finger in my mouth and crawled back down onto my cock.
I licked and sucked his finger, and he sucked my cock. I bit gently on his finger and felt his teeth biting gently under my glans.
“Hey,” I complained, and he opened his mouth, letting my cock fall from his mouth.
Instead of apologizing, he arched an eyebrow and looked at his finger. I didn’t know what for.
Was it revenge for biting his finger?
I kissed his finger, and Kyle kissed my slit. What was he doing? I took the finger back in my mouth, and he put his mouth around my cock again.
I sucked on his finger, and he sucked me.
Was he…?
I released the finger from my mouth and again, he let me out of his.
“You naughty, little…” I started, but instead of finishing my sentence, I put his finger back in my mouth.
Where the hell had he learned all this? Lucy could suck cock, but gee, I’d never had her do that to me before.
Everything I did to his finger, he did to my cock. If that didn’t make me come to my undoing, I didn’t know what would.
I sucked his finger like it was my own cock, and he mirrored every move, every lick, every breath.
I was so close to coming, my whole body tensed when Kyle broke the mirroring thing we had going on and pulled off me.
“Will you please fuck me?”
Fourteen
Andy
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna,” Kyle backtracked when I didn’t answer straight away. “We can wait. But…fuck.” He looked down at my cock and then back at me. “I’ve never had anyone as big as you and it’d be such a shame.”
I bit my lip staring back at him, thinking how much I wanted it. But it’d be my first time, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“It’s okay. I’ll just suck you until you come. You can suck me if you want,” he said.
“I do,” I said, and Kyle unzipped his jeans and took them off. “I mean…fuck you. And suck you.”
Gosh. I was making such a fool of myself.
Kyle gave me a sexy pout and removed his underwear to reveal his lean, long cock. It was smaller than mine, and quite thin, whereas I was both thick and big, which hadn’t been easy my first time with Lucy. Enough said.
He leaned over me and opened his drawer to pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.
“I-I’m quite…I might hurt you,” I said.
Kyle kissed me on the cheek then found my lower lip and pulled it with his teeth.
“I don’t mind a bit of pain,” he said.
“I’m serious. I mean—Lu…my wife couldn’t take me until our tenth time or something,” I said.
Kyle grinned.
“That’s okay, Mr. K. We’ll try, and if we can’t, then I don’t mind trying another ten times,” he said.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me Kyle, but don’t ever stop,” I said.
Kyle ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and proceeded to put in on me. He squirted some lube in his hand and palmed it on my dick in a ritualistic manner that I almost got lost in watching.
Then he lubed himself and went on all fours on the bed, flashing me with the ring of his asshole that was hairless and pink and so tight.
I was scared we’d come to this. Assholes.
But even though assholes were scary, Kyle’s was inviting. So inviting to me. I got on my knees and Kyle lowered himself to allow me to press my tip against his muscle.
Kyle let out a loud moan just as I broke through, and he hissed.
“Oh God, you are thick, Mr. K,” he groaned.
I pulled out of him and laid down next to him.
“I told you. It’s okay. I’m happy to just be with you,” I said.
Kyle shook his head.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…I need…” he took a deep breath. “Top drawer. You just need to stretch me.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, but my curiosity was piqued as I reached for the drawer.
Well, I certainly didn’t expect that. There was a bright green dildo about six inches in length next to a yellow butt plug and a pink anal beads butt plug. There was other paraphernalia in there like cock rings, a fleshlight, a ball mouth gag, and a spike nail collar.
“Crap, I should have…” he said and got up to close the drawer. “What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have done that. Now you’re scared.”
He put a hand on my cheek and kissed me.
“You-you think this is scaring me?” I asked him.
“Well—”
“I know sex toys, Kyle. I’ve got some myself,” I said.
I might not have things that went up the back, but I had my share of stuff to make my long-time partner, my fist, less monotonous.
“You do?” he asked.
I shrugged and opened the drawer again.
“I’m guessing the anal beads will stretch you?” I asked, taking them out.
“You’re so hot right now, Mr. K.,” he said and bit my nipple.
“I told you to stop calling me Mr. K.,”
I pulled his hair down so I could go down on his mouth. With my other hand, I slapped the anal beads on his ass. “Let’s get this show started, boy.”
Kyle bit his lip and resumed his previous position giving me full access to his hole.
I applied generous amounts of lube on the anal beads and slipped the first one in with ease. His hole swallowed it up like a ravenous Venus flytrap, and it only made me hornier and hungrier. For him and for my release.
The beads went in one by one until they got bigger—probably as thick as my cock—and Kyle writhed in bed, biting the sheet.
“Please...” Kyle begged.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, leaning in to check on him.
He looked at me with red eyes full of need and pain.
“Just fuck me, Mr. K. Please,” he said. “I’m ready for you. So. Fucking. Ready.”
I smiled and pulled out the anal beads one by one until they were all out and chucked them on the floor. I re-lubed my own cock and his hole and tried to insert myself in him.
This time, his moan was full of pleasure when I broke through, and I slowly pressed more of my length inside. Kyle’s hands came up to my waist and pushed me out gently. Then, still using his hands to guide me, I pressed in again and out when he needed a moment.
We worked up a rhythm, which was not only extending my patience but my orgasm, too. It felt almost like edging.
Which would make coming all the more rewarding.
Eventually, we increased the pace and Kyle pressed his head on the mattress to drown his loud groans while I arched over him to drown mine into his neck, biting down on the back of it. Sucking his skin. Licking the sore spot.
My cum shot out of me like a fucking cannonball.
I was unable to control myself anymore. I let out a loud growl that even the next-door neighbors would have heard.
Kyle pulled away from me and turned around, straddling his legs around my hips and pulled me down to him.
“That was super hot. Like ouch, I’ll carry the burn for a week, hot,” he said.
His cock pulsed between us, and I palmed it.
“We’re not done yet,” I told him.
I took the condom off, tied a knot around the end, and discarded it on the floor next to the beads. Then, I crawled down on Kyle’s crotch and took his dick in my mouth.
