Page 96 of Catching Kyle

I release his dick from my mouth. “I know what you need,” I say. I hoist one of my legs over his head and hover my ass just over his face.

“Oh, yes,” he says, desperately. “Oh, fuck yes.”

“Eat up,” I say as he buries his face in me. “I know how much you like my post-game ass.”

He lets out an agonized moan as his tongue probes me and his nose takes in my scent. “It’s divine,” he says. “It gets better every time.”

And that’s when I get to sucking. I want to get my hand involved, but I don’t want to lose my balance and break Michael’s flow. I want to give him all the pleasure I can.

“So close,” he says.

I let go. “Already?” I ask in a playfully mocking tone. “You’ve barely even started.”

I engulf his dick with my mouth once more, and he loses it. His hot load floods my mouth as he goes feral for my hole, like I’m the only thing he’s eaten in days.

I keep him in my mouth until I’ve swallowed every drop and his dick goes limp. His head relaxes, and unmount myself. When I lean up onto my knees, I realize how engrossed I was in Michael’s pleasure. Because I’m just now noticing how I’m rock-hard and dripping precum.

“I want it,” Michael says.

“You want me to fuck your face?” I say. “You think you’ve earned it?”

“Please,” he says, squirming. “I need it, sir.”

I smile. “Of course you do.”

I reach down and pin his arms above my head. Then I place my knees on either side of him, pinning his arms in place. I put one of my hands on his wrists to keep them clamped down for good measure.

And then I put my dick into Michael’s hot mouth.

He starts sucking, but he doesn’t have much mobility. And I know how much he loves it when I take control. So I grab hold of his hair and pull him back and forth.

“My little fleshlight,” I say, smirking.

He moans, almost gagging as I move his head, my dick going in and out of his mouth.

I had seen him and other guys do this position in videos, but I had never imagined I would be doing it. And the first time he requested it, I felt bad. LikeI was hurting him, taking advantage of him. But after much of his insistence, I gave in. And seeing how turned on he gets, it’s now one of my favorite positions.

“I don’t think you really like it,” I say.

Michael moans and starts moving his lips and tongue more, doing anything he can to make my dick feel good.

“That’s what I like,” I say. I let go, lean forward, then thrust my dick into his mouth. He gags, his hands squirming. But he hasn’t used our safe signal—three taps against the bedframe—so I know he’s loving it.

I glance behind me and see that his dick his hard again. “Greedy boy,” I say. “You want to cum again? With my dick in your mouth?”

He stops and nods with the most determined expression I’ve ever seen.

I lean back, and he sits slightly up. I free his hands, and they clutch my thighs as he starts moving his head back and forth on my dick. I reach back and start stroking his dick.

We stay in this equilibrium for a while. My eyes adjusted to the dark, I stare down at him as he greedily swallows me. His hands run up my thighs, my belly, my chest. He clutches my pecs, then starts thumbing my nipples.

“Oh, my god,” I say, frozen.

And he smirks up at me, still sucking.

“You’ve found my weak spot,” I say. “Holy shit.”

I lean forward and thrust into his mouth, letting go of his dick and taking full control.