Page 105 of Catching Kyle

Michael eyes me as he keeps pressing himself back into my dick. He rotates his hips in a circle, back and forth, side to side, like I’m a joystick and he’s putting in some divine cheat code that only he knows to win my heart. But that’s not necessary. He’s already got it.

He grabs one of my pecs and squeezes it as he strokes and fucks himself back and forth on my dick. I reach up and play with his nipples.

“Yes, like that,” he says.

Pretty soon, I have him moaning and bouncing. And then, before I know it, his hot load shoots all over my hairy chest. I grin up at him and flex my biceps, wearing his cum like a medal. He laughs at me as he dismounts. Then he inserts himself right under my arm and rests his head on my chest.

“I’m glad we had this vacation,” he says.

I kiss him on his sweaty forehead. “I’m glad I have you.”

Just as Michael drifts off to sleep in my arms, I grab a nearby blanket and cover us. I watch the fire as my eyes drift, the sound of the water sending me to sleep. I was scared to let my mom know Michael and I were sleeping together. But feeling his warm skin against mine, his breath warming my neck, I wouldn’t have it another way. And seeing what she’s done for us, I’m grateful she knows.

The next morning, I wake to the sun shining on my face. But I’m not bothered by it. I got all the rest I needed. Plus, the sight of the light shining through the window above the kitchen, along with the sun hitting the surface of the lake, is a sight to be seen.

I glance over at Michael. He’s managed to press himself further into the couch, and he’s stolen nearly all the blanket. I chuckle to myself.

My stomach gurgles, and I realize how hungry I am. My ma makes chicken and waffles on Thanksgiving morning, and thinking about them makes me think I can smell them from here. I get up softly, not to disturb Michael, and go to my bag to slip some pajamas on. I’m gonna trek up to the house to get us some breakfast.

Outside, the grass is dewy, and there’s a slight chill to the air. The trees around me are all in various stages of losing their foliage—some red, some orange, some brown. God, I forget how gorgeous it is down here.

I make my way up the hill to my ma’s house. I shimmy inside through the side door that leads to the kitchen. On the counter, there’s a plate with a heaping stack of waffles and a plate of fried chicken next to it. When the delectable smell hits me, I immediately start salivating.

In the other room, I hear the TV and more voices than one.

“Hey, Ma!” I shout.

“Kyle!” She replies. “You and Michael grab you some food and come watch the parade with us.”

Ah, the Macy’s Day Parade. How could I forget?

I saunter into the living room and see the handsome Jimmy on my couch.

“Jimmy,” I say. “What’s going on?”

“My little football player,” he says, standing up. He comes and bear-hugs me. When he pulls away, I see he’s lost weight, and his beard has grown.

“You turning into a dwarf for Christmas?” I ask.

He lightly thwacks my belly. “You know I grow it out for winter.”

“And I’m just saying,” I say. “You definitely give off Thor vibes.”

He flexes, and I’m surprised how thick his arms are. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I say. Jimmy’s got a belly, but he’s a looker, with his long black heard and bushy eyebrows. And add how muscular he is, he’s a lady’s man—well, man’s man. “People at the diner get tired of you?”

“You know I don’t get that many days off in a year,” he says. “I deserve to relax.”

“Where’s Joe?” I ask him, wondering where his partner is.

“Me and Joe, uh…” He frowns. “We’re not seeing each other these days.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I say.

“Me too.”

“Where’s Michael?” Ma asks. She’s finishing off the last piece of her waffle.